#shaking and crying frrrrr

[shadow0-1]

out with the partner 🥰

[p4rallel-universe]

hello helloo

there's literally no ian x male reader in here so let me request something for him rq :]

I saw this prompts on pinterest earlier and i thought they would fit ian so i was wondering if you could do smth with them

"Please don't cry, i can't stand seeing you cry"

"Just talk to me."

"Don't pretend you're okay because i know you're not"

bye byee!

tears are in your eyes

A/N - can i just say thank u to this anon for getting me back into the writing spirit frrrrr

this request was exactly what i needed bc i LOVE ian gallagher i literally dream about him

plssss let me know who u are anon bc ur right the lack of male reader ian fics is madness 🙏🙏

summary: you love Ian, but he's sick. and he loves you, but you're crying.

it all started in the morning.

you came round the Gallagher house at 11, looking for Ian. he hadn't taken your calls all morning, it wasn't like you were worried or anything. maybe a little. but worrying about Ian felt like more of a constant feeling recently. when you got there, Fiona was the only person around and she told you to check upstairs, saying she hadn't seen him since she's been up.

when you went up there, Ian was laying in bed, wrapped up in covers. you smile to yourself. he's an angel, he is, and you always think this. even just from the back of his head when he's half asleep. you love him.

"heya," you call to him, "you still asleep?", you shake his shoulder gently and he shrugs you away. you furrow your brow and sit on the edge of the bed.

"c'mon," you ruffle the back of his hair and he groans, pulling the covers further up his face.

" 'm just...'m tired," he mumbles, you shift yourself closer to him, your hand on his arm,

"hey, Ian, you gotta get up. it's past 11." you stroke his arm gently,

"just...just- leave me alone." his tone is harsh and it stings. you remind yourself he doesn't really mean it.

"Ian, c'mon, what's wrong?" you ask and he doesn't reply. the room is silent and uncomfortable, but your hand stays on his arm. you love him.

"just talk to me." you're almost begging now, and he grunts in response.

and that's how it's been all day. it's 4 PM now, and Ian's barely moved. you've stayed next to him the whole time. your hand has moved from his hair, to his hands, to his arm. you've spoken to him softly, you've shouted. he's only replied in grunts or mumbled words, or just stayed silent.

it's hard, to see him like this. but you can't leave him, not like this. you love him.

it's 5 PM and nothings changed. you're lying behind Ian, arms wrapped around him, holding tight. he's holding your hands, loosely, but he is.

"Ian-" you start, whispering right next to his ear,

"no- no, don't," he stops you, "i'm fine- it's fine, i'm just...i'm tired." his voice is barely a whisper, and you hold him tighter.

you pause. there's a depressive intimacy happening, that you don't want to break.

"don't pretend you're okay because i know you're not." you wait for his reply. it never comes. you kiss his cheek and try to hold back tears. you love him

"he's still not up?" Fiona's in the doorway, holding two plates. she looks at you sympathetically, she knows how it feels.

"uh, no." you pull yourself away from Ian, he doesn't try and and hold you there. you sit up, taking the plates from Fiona. "thanks." you say, out of politeness, because you know you both won't eat.

"y'know you don't need to stay here, i can take care of-" she doesn't get to finish before you interrupt her,

"no. i'll stay. i'm staying with him." Fiona tries to smile at you, but she knows, more than anyone, you're just fighting a losing battle.

"right, well, uh, try eat something. get him to eat something." you smile at her as she leaves the room. moving the plates to the floor, you lay back in the bed, staring at the ceiling.

7 PM now, and Ian is laying on his back, looking up. it's the most he's moved all day. you're sat up next to him, staring down at your hands. you pick at your nails.

you're thinking about Ian, who's right next to you but not really there. you think about how the top of his head smells. and his voice in the morning. his arms when he holds you. his smile and his laugh and how his jaw hardens when he's angry. and most of all, you think of how you love him even when he feels like nothing. when it's as if he's just air. you love him.

and then you start to cry. it's slow at first. tears that trickle from your cheeks and land on your shirt. then you can't stop. you rub your eyes harshly to punish them, because you don't want to upset Ian. the tears don't stop, they can't stop. Ian looks at you, his blank face showing concern. and it isn't that he doesn't care, because he does. he's kicking himself seeing you cry. but he just can't. not right now.

"please- don't cry. y'know, i, uh, can't stand seeing you cry." he mumbles, rubbing his eyes. you look at him, face twisted in emotion, your hands in your lap. he reaches out and takes them, kissing them. and you can't help but smile so wide you wouldn't believe it was because of something so small. he pulls you down into a hug, holding you to his chest.

"i love you." he whispers, breathing you in deeply, his nose pressed to your neck.

this time you don't say anything, you just smile. and it's not a lot, but it's perfect.

and you love him.

A/N: the day i stop writing shameless angst is the day i die - stay tuned for many fluff posts from now onnnn (title is inspired by the yo la tengo song ofc)

[landscaping-your-mind]

[ID: A bingo titled “Unhinged Character Bingo”

From left to right, top to bottom, the squares are:

Daddy issues

*incoherent sobbing*

THEY ARE JUST LIKE ME FRRRRR

ANGST ANGST ANGST

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT LET THEM BE HAPPY

My pwecious widdle bubbububbubbububb

I torture them because I love them

I torture them because I hate myself

[a drawing of a person holding a doll in their teeth. behind them is a keysmash.]

I want to cradle them gently in my arms

GO TO FUCKING THERAPY

WHY are they like this

I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM (free space)

If anything happens to them I will blow myself up

*Puts them in a snowglobe and shakes aggressively*

I would take a bullet for them

I would try to hug them and they would punch me

They are INSANE

Crying and punching the wall: “I hate you. I hate you.”

LEAVE. THEM. ALONE!!!

I will kill anyone who hurts them.

I need to dissect them under a microscope

Mommy issues

Hey do you want to hear a ten hour speech about this character?

Get the FUCKING adoption papers

/End ID]

Uh so I made a character bingo if anyone wants to try it (:

[livingmeatloaf]

Character bingo: MBJ?

I assume you are referring to the unhinged character bingo :)

Hey look, a bingo!

[image ID: Unhinged Character Bingo. Squares are listed from top to bottom, left to right. (blue) indicates which squares I have marked.

First column: Daddy issues (blue), My pwecious widdle bubbubbububb [with a teary faced emoji drawing], {all caps start} go to fucking therapy {all caps end} (blue), I would take a bullet for them, I will kill anyone who hurts them. (blue).

Second column: *Incoherent sobbing* (tiny blue mark), I torture them I torture them because I love them ♡ (blue), WHY are they like this, I would try to hug them and they would punch me (blue), I need to dissect them under a microscope [with a drawing of a person holding a scalpel] (blue).

Third column: {all caps start} they just like me frrrrr {all caps end}, I torture them because I hate myself, {all caps start} I'm so normal about them {all caps end} (free space) (blue), They are insane [insane is bolded, underlined, in all caps, and surrounded by sparkles] (blue), Mommy issues (blue).

Fourth column: {all caps start} angst angst angst {all caps end} (blue), [a drawing of a person with mini person in mouth, with angry/crazed eyes. Keysmash letters fill the space behind them] (blue), If anything happens to them I will blow myself up, Crying and punching the wall: {italics start} "I hate you. I hate you." {italics end}, Hey do you want to hear a ten hour speech about this character (blue).

Fifth column: {all caps start} god fucking damn it let them be happy {all caps end} (blue), I want to cradle them gently in my arms (blue), *Puts them in a snow globe and shakes aggressively* (blue), {all caps and bold start} Leave. Them. Alone!!! {all caps and bold end}, Get the FUCKING adoption papers.

End ID.]

[flecks-of-stardust]

[image description: a 5x5 bingo square titled 'unhinged character bingo'. On the left of the title there is a smiley face, though it is drawn in a way that gives it a vaguely haunted look, and on the right of the title there is a face that is intensely sobbing. From left to right, top to bottom, the squares read:

First row: Daddy issues | *Incoherent sobbing* | (in all caps) they just like me frrrrr | (in all caps, each word larger than the last) angst angst angst | (in all caps) god fucking damn it let them be happy

Second row: My pwecious widdle bubbububbub bububb with a weepy pleading face frowning at the viewer | I torture them because I love them (with hearts around the text) | I torture them because I hate myself (with a little :D face in the bottom right corner) | a person biting into the character like a dog toy while they make unintelligible noises | I want to cradle them gently in my arms

Third row: (in all caps, framed with a zigzag) go to ~fucking~ therapy | WHY are they like this | (in all caps) I'm so normal about them (free space) | If anything happens to them I will blow myself up | *Puts them in a snow globe and shakes aggressively*

Fourth row: I would take a bullet for them | I would try to hug them and they would punch me | They are INSANE (heavily underlined and has sparkles around it) | Crying and punching the wall: "I hate you. I hate you." | (in all caps) Leave. Them. Alone!!! (with an anger symbol next to the text)

Fifth row: I will kill anyone who hurts them. | I need to dissect them under a microscope (with a little person with bags under their eyes and a scalpel in their hand poking up into the box) | Mommy issues | Hey do you want to hear a ten hour speech about this character | Get the FUCKING adoption papers

end image description]

Uh so I made a character bingo if anyone wants to try it (:

[kitgundy]

Lidia:

> Daddy Issues: her dad didn’t pay attention to her unless it was to back her mom up in an argument and she barely knew him

> Angst: she thought her parents killed her twin brother (the death was faked) so she made a plan of revenge, and when she found her bro he disowned her bc how she treated pokemon was terrible just like their parents

> HSDERJKREOGSLND: SHE IS SO FUCKING EVIL

> Go To Fucking Therapy: yeah

> WHY are they like this: She is so evil. Literally tortures people (pokemon and human)

> They are INSANE: skewed morals, obsession w/ vengeance, won’t hesitate to stab people, literally tortures people

> Crying and punching the wall; “I hate you. I hate you.”: I HATE HER x4

> I need to dissect them under a microscope: I analyze her a lot

> Mommy issues: Her mom only had her (and her bro) to continue the bloodline, only cared abt her grades, made her feel like feelings didn’t matter, and was basically just. A bitch

> Hey do you want to hear a ten hour speech about this character: ASK ME ABT HER I CAN INFODUMP FOR HOURS

Olivia:

> Daddy Issues: her dad didn’t pay attention to her unless it was to back her mom up in an argument and she barely knew him

> *incoherent sobbing*: I literally love her so much

> THEY JUST LIKE ME FRRRRR: Self Destructive Tendencies

> Angst: Thought her parents killed her twin brother, has nightmares about her past life (Lidia), lots of anxiety and self destructive tendencies, takes in strays and helps with their angst but has nobody to help with hers, is terrified of turning out how her past life did

> GOD FUCKING DAMNIT LET THEM BE HAPPY: Yeah

> My pwecious widdle bubbububbubbububb: I LOVE HER x4

> I torture them because I love them: Hee hee hee /malicious

> I torture them because I hate myself: Hhhhhhhh /she’s a comfort/super projection character

> HSDERJKREOGSLND: I AM SO MEAN TO HER

> I want to cradle them gently in my arms: She’s my blorbo, my scrunkle, my babygirl

> Go To Fucking Therapy: yeah

> If anything happens to them I will blow myself up: AAAAAAAAA

> *puts them in a snow globe and shakes aggressively*: I am so very mean to her

> I would take a bullet for them: Yeah

> They are INSANE: She electrocuted herself and almost died once. Also programmed an ai to do surgery on her to put in mechanical stuff in her arms + eye for special abilities

> I will kill anyone who hurts them.: Yeah I hurt her anyway

> I need to dissect them under a microscope: I analyze her a lot

> Mommy issues: Her mom only had her (and her bro) to continue the bloodline, only cared abt her grades, made her feel like feelings didn’t matter, and was basically just. A bitch

> Hey do you want to hear a ten hour speech about this character: ASK ME ABT HER I CAN INFODUMP FOR HOURS

Enyo:

> Daddy issues: The human that’s basically her dad doesn’t know she revived and is married to the one who killed her

> *incoherent sobbing*: SHE DESERVES HAPPINESS DAMNIT

> THEY JUST LIKE ME FRRRRR: Spiteful, very angry, this gets her in trouble

> ANGST ANGST ANGST: She thinks her mate and kits are dead after they got yeeted in a time distortion and isolated herself for a couple years till her oldest finds her hidden away in a cave. Also she gets tortured protecting her family. Also see Daddy issues. Plus tons of other trauma

> GOD FUCKING DAMNIT LET THEM BE HAPPY: I am so mean to her it made my mom concerned

> My precious widdle bubbububbubbububb: 💜💜

> I torture them because I love them: And it happens a Lot

> I torture them because I hate myself: I project on her a Lot hskdfgkdl

> HSDERJKREOGSLND: (this one I mostly just doodled on, the eyes are red and the lil side is going “why me”)

> I want to cradle them gently in my arms: She’s ✨Touch starved ✨

> GO TO ~FUCKING~ THERAPY: Yeah

> WHY are they like this: SO ANGRY DAMN

> If anything happens to them I will blow myself up: I make things happen to her anyway

> *Puts them in a snow globe and shakes aggressively*: She’s scared of being cold bc last time she was cold she died

> I would take a bullet for them: Yeah

> They are INSANE: She gets tortured for hours and holds on to life, she gets multiple injuries and keeps walking (this happens [at least] 2x), she fights an Alpha Garchomp and Wins- all to protect her family

> I will kill anyone who hurts them.: Yeah I hurt her anyway.

> I need to dissect them under a microscope: I project on her a lot and want to know how much of her is actually me

Hey do you want to hear a ten hour speech about this character: ASK ME ABT HER I CAN INFODUMP FOR HOURS

> Get the FUCKING adoption papers: FOUND FAMILY

Uh so I made a character bingo if anyone wants to try it (: