🦋𝑗𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑘𝑎/𝐼𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠🦋

Ian gallagher:Jail birds.

Your name is y/n milkovich. Your dad ian decided to end the gallagher with you. And mickey wanted a kid with his last name. Your 14. Live with ians family. Your parents are in jail. (Mick and ian) <let the imagine begin!>. ................................................. Its around 8:30 at night. You miss your dads. They would be up all night with you. With Both gone it was hard. No one to talk to after school. No one to talk shit about girls too. *ding* *ding* *ding* Your phone was going off "ugh what shithead wont leave me alone!" father G: (hey butthead. You awake? Your dad an i miss you.) Ian?? Howd he get his phone. Hes in jail... Right? You texted back (miss you too, Facetime? Or can you not?) (sure we can.) you clicked facetime. It rung. He answerd "hey kiddo!!" "he- hey Little milk!" mickey said "i told you to stop calling me that dad!" "well we miss you." they both said "miss you both. Alot." "you look diffrent." mick said "yea. Dyed my hair black. Wanted to look like one of you without all the ed sheeran." "Hey! Hes good looking ed""1 minute gallagher." a cop said. "hey fuck off there my parents." you said loudly so he would hear you "Well, thats our cue. Love you kid. We miss you loads."  "i love yall too."