Multifandom One-shots

156. Kiss of Defiance - Ian x male reader (Shameless)

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Okay, this one-shot has a combination of homophobia, physical confrontation, and strong language. If these topics may be triggering for you, please consider skipping this chapter.

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The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, painting the rundown buildings of the South Side in a warm orange glow. Ian and Y/N had managed to steal a rare moment of quiet. After the chaos of Gallagher life — Fiona stressing about money, Lip drinking himself into trouble, and Debbie's never-ending crises — they both needed it.

Ian's hand slid into Y/N's as they walked. It wasn't anything grand; just the feel of their fingers intertwined made Ian feel like everything was right, if only for a little while. Y/N nudged him with his shoulder, flashing a grin.

"You're actually not half bad-looking today, Gallagher," Y/N teased, eyes gleaming with playful mischief.

Ian snorted, his lips curling up. "Yeah, well, I clean up nice when I'm not chasing after my crazy family."

Y/N smirked and pulled Ian closer, their arms brushing as they walked. Ian's heartbeat quickened. They'd always had this unspoken chemistry — a fire that never seemed to burn out.

"You know," Y/N said, leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a lower, teasing whisper, "we could just skip dinner and... head back to my place?"

Ian's eyebrows shot up, amused. He leaned in, his lips grazing Y/N's ear. "What, can't resist me anymore?"

Before Y/N could answer, Ian pulled him into a nearby alleyway, his back against the cool brick wall. Ian wasted no time, pressing his lips to Y/N's in a hungry, teasing kiss. Y/N's hands found Ian's waist, pulling him closer, their bodies fitting together effortlessly, like they had done this a thousand times before.

Ian broke the kiss, his lips brushing against Y/N's jawline. "We really should go... Fiona's probably waiting on us."

Y/N laughed low and raspy before nipping at Ian's neck. "Fiona can wait."

They stayed like that for a moment, Y/N's hands tracing lazy patterns along Ian's back, both of them breathing heavily in the quiet space. Their closeness was something Ian still couldn't get used to. How easy it was to feel safe, to feel like they could just exist together, even with everything else falling apart around them.

"You know, for a guy who can barely fold his own laundry, you're pretty good at making out." Y/N murmured against Ian's lips, bringing the humor back into their shared moment.

Ian laughed softly, shaking his head. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Before they could dive deeper into the kiss, however, the sound of a voice cut through the alleyway like a cold slap.

"Fags like you don't belong here."

The insult hit like a bucket of cold water, pulling Ian and Y/N out of their heated moment. Ian stiffened, jaw clenched, his forehead still pressed against Y/N's, breathing hard from the intensity of both the kiss and the rage building up inside him.

Y/N felt it too—the anger. His body tensed against Ian's as his eyes flicked over to the man who'd decided to crawl out from whatever rock he'd been hiding under. Middle-aged, hunched over with a cigarette between his lips, his face curled up in disgust.

"You heard me," the man spat, stepping closer. "You queers don't belong here."

For a second, Ian started to pull back, instinctively tightening his grip on Y/N's hand. He'd been through this before—too many times to count. Part of him wanted to turn around and walk away, not because he was afraid but because he knew these kinds of confrontations only ever led to more trouble. But Y/N? Y/N wasn't about to let it slide.