CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

Anything for the Greatest. (Ian)

The neighborhood looks slum-like as always. "Good to be home." You say in a sarcastic tone.

You suitcase bangs against each wooden step that it's hoisted up. That's surely not good for it...the suitcase that is. The steps are a lost cause at this point. You twist the rusty doorknob and walk in, dropping your belongings at the first step inside. "Y/N! Baby! Great to see you home!" Your mom approaches you with loving arms.

"Hey, Mom. Missed you too." And you did. Compared to the college food, you mom's chicken pasta could be compared to lobster or prime rib. "I'll be back for dinner. I just wanted to drop off my things before I head over to the Gallagher's." You say softly. Your mom drops her shoulders and frowns.

"Okay, see you soon, baby. You gonna be back tonight?" She runs her fingers through your long hair.

"I'll let you know. If I don't come back, I'm at their house." You give her a kiss on the cheek and head out.

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The walk over is always tense. The South end of Chicago leaves anyone weary of their surroundings. The cold didn't help. Mid-Winter is a great time to bundle up and sit by a fire, not walk 6 blocks alone. Toward the end, your toes stiffened up from the cold.

You stride up the porch, skipping every other step. Excitement is building in you. You anxiously pound your fists on the door. "Guess Who???" You called.

Seconds later you hear a faint voice yell "Yo! Door! Get your lazy ass up and get it!"

The door creeps open and you spot your all-too-familiar little badass of a friend. "How goes it, Carl?"

"Sup." He states and walks away. You step inside and stomp the snow off your boots before ripping them off. Your toes are numb.

You tiptoe up the stairs and make your way across the hallway. You snake your hand around the doorknob at the end of the hall. Then you rapidly twist and push it to enter

Once Mickey and Ian notice an intruder, you only have a second to digest the scene before they jerk back, looking like deer in the headlights.

Mickey and Orange-head were a blurred mash of human. Thier faces were locked together and they were caressing each other's heads.

Mickey looked disgusted.  "Jesus H. Fuck, you ever knock?"

Ian, however stood up right away and trapped you in his arms. "Y/N L/N. You couldn't have come sooner?"

"I had college stuff to do. But I'm here now! Let's get this place rollin'!" The extrovert in you begins to make it's presence.

"And do what..?" Ian stepped back.

"I don't know. Strip club, steal cars, eat pussy."

"I hope you're fuckin kidding." Mickey reaches in Ian's drawer for a cigarette. Success. "I'll get us all beers." Mickey stands and walks out.

"Ian! Dinner!" You hear Fiona shout.

Ian has his eyes locked on you and replies "KAY!!" leaving a pang in your ears. You clench your fists in reaction.

"Christ, Ian."

He only laughs. "Dinner." He pats your arm and walks out as you follow.

Arriving at the dining table, Lip, Debbie, Carl, and Liam are already sitting, chowing down. They all look up and see you standing over them. You smile with nostalgia in your expression.

"Y/N! You're home!" Fiona pauses fixing her plate and hugs you.

The others stand and happily greet you as well.