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youngcreatorlady · 8 months

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It always starts with a fight

Warnings: gun, Female reader, Y/n used, stealing, slight implications of smut. TW: KASH,nickname

Pairing: Mickey Milkovich x Fem! Reader

A/n note: I'm sorry I've been so on and off lately! My job started up and I'm going back to school! But I'm back on writing finally!!

Requested (y/n): yes Hey girl!Could you make a Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader?Where the reader works at the Kash n grab, and Mickey comes in and keeps stealing, but at some point the reader surprises him by standing up to him. You can take it from there

- Samantha ❤️

Request made by: @samantha-rae-velcher

It was a long day,and you were already fucking tired and upset. Kash had cut your pay in half because Mickey fucking Milkovich had been stealing while you were on shifts.

Thats why, today when Mickey walked in, and walked over to a basket, you got ready to grab the gun you had under the counter.

"I'm just gonna take my stuff and go, alright sweet pea? Alright sounds good" Mickey told you,and you gritted your teeth.

He didn't wait for an answer, and just kept walking around grabbing stuff. A Pringles tube, some sour cream, a hot dog packet, and more things you didn't have memorized off the top of your head.

He came up to the counter,smirking at you.

"Now,how about…hm…50 bucks from that cash register?" He asks, although you knew he wasn't asking.

You sighed,and made it look as though you were grabbing the money, before cooking the gun and aiming it at him, clicking off the safety as you did.

"How about you stop calling me fucking sweet pea,and you put the shit back" you demanded,cocking an eyebrow at hom,and motioning to the aisle where he got most of the stuff from.

That, was a mistake you didn't realize you were making.

He grabs the butt of the gun from you,wrenching it out of your hands and turning the barrel of the gun on you, and chuckling.

"Aw sweet pea, did you really assume that you could pull a gun on me?" He scoffed,and put some chips in the bag.

"And those too, sweet pea" Mickey hums out,to which you bit your lip and glared, opening the cash register.

You grabbed the money out of the register, before setting it down,watching as he reached out to grab it,to which you grabbed his hand, flipping him around and pushing him against a wall flipping the neon 'open' sign to 'closed'.

His face switched to one of surprise,which he quickly masked with a cheeky smirk,grounding against you slightly.

You gasped,your eyes widening as you let go of him in sheer surprise, to which he grabbed your waist,pushing you against the wall heavily.

"Never.underestimate.me.again. got it, sweet pea?" You nodded slightly,your eyes still wide as your breath was knocked out of you from him pressing you against the wall.

He grabbed you, the gun, and the cash,slipping the cash into his pocket.

"Thanks for the fun game" mickey hums out,grabbing the groceries and walking up backwards.

You calmed down for a bit before you realized something

"You son of a bitch,gimme my gun back!"

AND DONE!

❤Reblogs are always welcome!

#mickey milkovich x y/n #mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey milkovich x female reader #shameless #Kash-n-grab #Job #Swearing #Slight shut #Stealing

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sisitrip · 11 months

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#gallavich #Mickey's thoughts as he fights the urge to go see Ian at the Kash N' Grab

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samantha-rae-velcher · 27 days

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Southside

Mickey Milkovich x Fem reader

Requested by: @youngcreatorlady thank you for your request!

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, mickey being mickey

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLS KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Request: Mickey milkovich x reader, where she works at the Kash-n-grab with Ian, and its essentially mickey and Ian's whole story,but with the reader? And some things switched? So like, maybe reader is besties with Mandy, and Ian's sister?

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Hi, I'm Y/n Gallagher. And this is my story.

I live in Southside Chicago, and it's just as shitty as you'd think. Places getting robbed and ex convicts, drug addicted fools at the local bar. The guy and his wife who run the bar however...they're my best friends.

I work down at the Kash n grab, my brother Ian stocks the fridge and works the register. I on the other hand, loading orders in and off the truck! And Security!?

Don't get me wrong, I do have fun when Mickey Gallagher comes in and gives me something to do.

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"Y/n, don't do anything." Kash said. "Just let him grab whatever he wants and he'll leave."

"What the fuck? Why the hell am I here if you don't want to perform security!"

Y/n pushed herself away from the counter, "This is bullshit, I'm gonna start seeing a real paycheck."

She moved closer to Mickey, he was snatching chips and other snacks off the shelves.

"Planning on paying for that?" Y/n asked.

"Nah, I'm putting it on my tab."

"You don't have an account here Milkovich."

"Exactly." He snickered

"If you dont put that shit down...then the police will be called and you'll get your're ass thrown in jail like your father." With that she smiled and leaned against the shelves.

"You know where I live if you have a problem, shit head."

Mickey turned and began shoveling things into his box, feeling a hand grab his shoulder and pull him back.

"Get your fucking hands off me!" He yelled, shoving her against the freezers.

Kash moved around the counter, attempting to help y/n.

"Stay down, Gallagher. Hey, dont try to be a fuckin hero." Mickey yelled, pointing at Kash.

They watched as he left the store, Kash helped her up as Mick's head passed the window. Y/n rubbed the back of her neck, sneering at the door.

"What did I say?" Kash asked, "Don't stop Mickey when he comes in here."

"This is bullshit, why the fuck do you allow him to just walk in here and take whatever he wants? He's good for nothing and you act like he's above the law!"

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Y/n stood outside the Milkovich house with a crowbar at highnoon, she second guessed her decision before walking up the front stoop and kicking in the door.

Y/n looked around and grimace at the of their home, when sudden snoring came from behind a door. She opened it and her eyes landed on Mickey sleeping in his bed. Y/n came closer and with one swift motion she pulled the blankets off of him.

"Ah! What the hell!?" He yelped. "Y/n?"

"Get up!"

"Give me a second..." His hand rose up right before he grabbed her and pulled her down with him, and snatched the crowbar from her.

Mickey was about to swing, when he stopped. He slowly brought it back down when he saw he flinch.

They stared at eachother for a minute before they began removing their clothes, Mickey took her by the pantlegs and pulled them off of her.

He released his member from his shorts and lined himself up with her entrance, slowly sliding in and out.

"Fuck..." He groaned, enjoying the feeling of Y/n's tight pussy.

MIckey gripped her hips thrusting harder, his head tipped back and sweat dripping down his body.

"God, Gallagher...you're so fuckin tight."

Y/n pushed back against him as he helled her hair, she moved her hips in unison with his so the tip of his cock hit her G-spot.

Mickey thrusted harder, leaning down to get a better angle. He pushed her head down into the pillows and with one last hard thrust he spilled his cum over her back.

Out of breath, he layed down next to her and chuckled.

"What was it you were coming in here to kick my ass for?"

Part 2?

#fyp #fanfic #foryou #foryoupage #x reader #requested #smut #mickey milkovich x reader #mickey milkovich x you #mickey milkovich x y/n #mickey milkovich #mickey milkovich x fem reader #mickey milkovich smut

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lovergirly · 10 months

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Lip gallagher x reader

So, I’m back! I love Lip. He’s hands down one of the best written characters. I have a whole story I want to set up with Lip and this Rich reader where they are polar opposites. I’m not proud of this, but this might be a little snippet of what it’s like after they’re already in an established relationship. but please help me come up with ideas for this!!! send in requests or messages or anything to help me come up with ideas!!

“have fun at cheer practice y/n!”

“I will mom, but i’m sleeping at katie’s house afterwards”

“that’s fine, see you tomorrow!”

You weren’t really going to cheer practice. In fact, you were going to your boyfriends house to stay the night. You see, you come from a wealthy side of town, and if your parents found out you were hanging out with the Gallagher kids… you don’t even want to know. You get into your expensive car and slowly make you way to the poorer side of chicago. On the way there you decide to walk into the Kash And Grab to grab a pack of cigarettes and a bottle for tonight.

“Hi Ian! You getting off work soon?”

“Hi y/n, i’ll be out soon! better save me some of that bottle.”

“you know it. want me to drive you home?”

he thinks about it for a second than concludes, “I’m okay, I’ll let you and Lip do your thing before I get home,” he says with a giggle.

You laugh as he rings up your stuff.

“i’ll save you a few shots when you get back.”

Pulling up to the Gallaghers, you felt at home. you walk in without knocking and immediately you’re invited to the chaos. V and Fi are screaming to each other about how they need to go to another club, Debbie and Carl and arguing, and Liam is just running around scribbling on some walls.

“hey guys”

you hear a chorus of “Y/NS” and you promise to talk to them as soon as you see Lip and get settled in. You go upstairs to the boys shared room and knock.

“you don’t have to knock y/n I know it’s you.”

you step in the room and see your boyfriend sitting at a small desk with a blunt in his mouth and pencil in hand, scribbling down answers to homework.

“watcha doingg?”

“this football players homework. said he’d give me $50 to write this essay for him.”

“well how about you rest on that for tonight because look what I got!” you flash him your bottle and cigarettes as he smiles and pulls you in for a quick hug and kiss.

“ugh I missed you baby. how was your day?”

“good! I went to the mall with hannah then I came here. do you like my new skirt?” you start shaking your ass a little as he goes to slap it.

“it’s hot for sure.”

eventually you and Lip settle in and you’re both pouring shots for each other while sharing a blunt. You’ve never been happier. Lip is able to make even the smallest things romantic. even while you can hear his family screaming about this that and the other downstairs. even when you’re in a shitty romeo and juliet like situation. even when everyone is rooting against you. you love him and he loves you.

#fanfic #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #shameless #lip gallagher x reader #ian gallagher #shameless x reader

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secret-gallavich · 6 months

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Shameless Whumptober Masterlist

just a list of all the shameless whump fics i wrote in october

Safety Net

tw suicidal thoughts

Mickey has always been there for Ian, even when he's in Mexico and Ian wants to jump off a bridge.

Solitary Confinement

tw mistreatment of mental illness

Ian’s meds were bound to get out of whack at some point in their prison stay.

Made To Watch

tw implied/referenced rape/non-con, implied/referenced child abuse

Ian and Mickey go to a couple’s therapist once a month.

Outnumbered

tw implied/referenced rape/non-con , implied/referenced underage sex , child abuse

Laura Milkovich is 19 years old when she gives birth to her third baby, Mikhailo. It’s the 10th of August in 1994, her husband is in jail and she’s a mother once again

You Said You'd Never Leave

tw suicidal thoughts

Ian comes home from the hospital and Mickey isn't there.

Insomnia

Mickey thought he was just having trouble adjusting to the new surroundings of living in the Westside. He’s not used to the quietness, he’s feeling homesick or the moon is too fucking bright.

Infection

Mickey’s never felt…normal when it comes to Ian. Ian makes him weird and do things he’d never normally do. Like get a tattoo of his name on his chest in prison.

Makeshift Bandages

Mickey hides an injury from Ian while working at the Kash 'N' Grab

Leave Me Alone

tw horror, mistreatment of mental illness, murder, dead dove: do not eat, paranormal, major character death

Ian's convinced something is haunting their apartment. Mickey realises he's telling the truth when it's too late.

Drugging

tw drugged, date rape drug

Mickey’s started going to the club with Ian just to make sure no one takes advantage of him. He lets Ian do his thing, give out lapdances, sweet talk them for some extra cash but he’s always stepping in when they go too far.

Floral Bouquet

tw major character death

Ian passes by a flower shop every day on his morning runs but can't bring himself to go inside.

You Will Regret Touching Them

tw implied/referenced child abuse

S03E06 but it goes differently.

Mickey feels like he’s going to throw up at any second.

He’s got a boy spending the night with him. Not just any boy, Ian. Ian is staying the night and he’s trying to play it casual but he can’t stop glancing over at the red head just to make sure he’s really there.

Don't Move

Mickey is allergic to bees and fucking hates spring

Who's There?

tw thriller, horror

Mickey is home alone and starts hearing noises outside the house.

Storm

tw implied/referenced rape, child abuse, internalised homophobia

Mickey's feeling post S03E06.

The hooker is still here, looking just as scared as he is and putting her purple dress back on under Terry’s watchful eyes. He throws her a bag of coke and she fumbles to catch it. Terry won’t stop glaring at her and Mickey takes it as his chance to look at Ian’s empty spot. He’d taken his clothes, wasn’t sure if Ian was allowed to get changed here or if he left in his boxers.

You Look Awful

tw gay bashing, hatecrime

Ian laughs next to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him close and Mickey laughs back and turns his body into Ian’s. Adrenaline is running through his body and he feels so fucking good right now, it’s the best high he’s ever had.

Mickey's feelings post coming out

Bloody Knife

Ian wasn’t expecting their little trip back to the Southside to end up like this.

‘This’ being the emergency room because Mickey somehow got himself stabbed.

Borrowed Clothes

tw suicidal thoughts, psych ward

The first 24 hours are the hardest.

It’s full of regret on his own behalf, self-loathing and running thoughts of ‘what if’. What if he had been paying more attention, what if he wasn’t so focused on work, what if Mickey had been a good husband?

Body Modifications

tw implied/referenced child abuse

Mickey's always had a love hate relationship with his knuckle tattoos

#shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #whumptober #whump #fanfic

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rintarousgirl · 10 months

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i wanna be yours -- 2. pretty visitors

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

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You feel a little hesitant when you get the email from Kita. Your stomach is flipping with nerves, wondering how in the hell you got yourself into this. Would you change your decision? No. But were you allowed to worry and be curious? Absolutely.

You were a small business, you've only had about a thousand orders, and fifty actual makeup gigs. You had roughly seven thousand followers on twitter, and you rarely ever checked your website unless it was to look at commissions. It made you wonder what kind of recommendation Kita was given to actually consider you, or if he was really that desperate. Given the fame of the band, he could probably pay off some really good artist to drop whatever clients they had and dress up the band for that concert. But he didn't, he came to you.

So, you had to make sure you didn't blow it.

While waiting for the time to head out, you organize all the supplies you might need. Multiple shades of foundation and concealer/color corrector, muted and neutral eyeshadows, contour and a bit of blush, some eyeliner for those who were willing. You neatly put all your blenders and brushes into a small bag before placing it in a large makeup case.

Blowing out a sigh of relief, you looked at the clock. You still had three hours before you even had to meet them. Pulling out your phone, you sent a text to Akaashi.

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You sat at a small table, your bags by your feet as you sipped on your hot chocolate. It melted on your tongue, the creamy marshmallows slipping down your throat. Akaashi sat in front of you, smiling down at his phone as he held his hot chocolate in his other hand.

You checked the time, 2:43.

"Shit," you cursed, sitting up straight. You wiped the hot chocolate from your upper lip as Akaashi looked up.

"What is it?" he frowned, pocketing his phone. His hand tightened on the handle of his mug.

"I need to leave, I have my...interview in fifteen minutes," you reach across the table, holding Akaashi's wrist and giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm really sorry, Kash. I thought we'd leave before 3:30 and I'd get to leave."

He smiled faintly, rubbing his thumb over your hand. "Don't worry about it. I'll get you home."

"Thanks," you beam, picking up your bags as the two of you head out. Your apartment wasn't far away, so you should be able to drop your bags and run out the door really quick.

The drive is relatively silent, both of you having shared how you'd been when you were driving to the mall. He drops you off outside your apartment, and you mutter your thanks again as you run into the building. You pretty much open your door, drop your bags on the couch, grab your keys, and run back down to the parking garage.

Typing in the agreed address into your GPS, you pull out of the lot. From what Kita had told you, you'd be meeting at a rented work office. He said they didn't use it often, but they didn't have anywhere less personal to meet at the moment. Apparently, they usually met at one of their houses, but because you were a stranger, they decided to take the precaution, which you could understand. A well-known band meeting a stranger? You'd do the same.

The office was only ten minutes away, so you pulled in with five minutes to spare. You breathed out a sigh of relief, before slinging your purse over your shoulder and heading into the building. You were told it was office 9b.

Taking a small trip in the elevator, it opened up in hallway "b". Slowly, you walked down the hallway, eyeing the numbers above the left doors.

5...7...

You fell a bit short at 9, swallowing down your nerves. The blinds to the window were closed, but you could see the shadows of figures inside. Five of them.

You stepped in front of the door and took in a deep breath. You raised your hand to knock only for the door to swing open. You paused, surprised, and slowly lowered your hand.

A man with dyed blonde hair stood in front of you, a smile on his face as your eyes met. His face was familiar, though you couldn't place a name to it. He was muscular, built similarly to Bokuto, which led you believe he played some kind of sport at some point.

He didn't seem to be as startled as you were, and only leaned closer from where he was bracing himself on the door. Subtly, you leaned a bit back, your feet shifting to flee.

"You must be Y/N. I was 'bouta go lookin' for you."

"Uh, hello," you said, with a small bow of your head. "You are?"

He raised his brow, a bit amused as his grin grew. "You don't know me? The most famous member?"

"No," you admitted, "I'm sorry?" it was a geninue sentiment, but it came out as more of a question.

A dark hand wrapped around the man's bicep, and pulled him back. "Don't torment her, Atsumu," a grumbly voice came. There was a face you recognized.

You knew Aran briefly, so his face was a pleasant surprise. You'd worked for his little brother before, the younger of the brother's being an influential model. You'd worked on set with him, and occasionally Aran would join you guys. You'd never shared more than small-talk, but from what you remember he was a sweet guy.

"Aran," you smiled. His eyes met yours and his smile matched. You stepped forward, past a spluttering Atsumu, and gave him a quick side-hug. It was relatively informal, but you were never big on handshakes. "I didn't know you were in the band."

He shrugged. "Didn't have much else to do," he admitted, leading you in.

"Hey!" Atsumu shouted, running up next to you, "I thought we agreed I would greet her!"

"You did, and you failed," another voice drawled. You looked up, finding the other two members sitting on a couch, Kita only a few feet away. The man who had spoken was clearly Atsumu's twin, sharing pretty much the same face. His eyes though, were a softer grey, and his hair was a natural dark brown.

Your eyes shifted, and you found the second man. His eyes were a hazy green, and they were focused on you. His hand lifted to run through his hair, brown and fluffy. You felt like there was a tug on your gut, and for a second you were afraid you were about to puke. His brows furrowed, and you felt your own lips twist.

He looked away, cutting off that horrible feeling in your stomach. You took in a deep breath. Aran gestured you toward an empty seat, which you took with a grateful smile.

Kita came to your side, dragging over his own chair. He handed you a coffee, which you accepted. "Thank you," you said, holding it in front of you. You took a hesitant sip. It wasn't the coffee you liked, but it was thoughtful, so you drank.

"You know Aran?" Kita asked as the boys got settled into their own seats. The key voices you could hear was Atsumu and his twin, and a grumble here and there from Aran. You had yet to hear the voice from the stranger on the couch.

"Very little," you agreed, running a thumb over the rim of your cup, "I know his brother better. I..I did his makeup for a photo shoot one time."

Kita made a little "Ah," sound, and took a sip of his coffee. "So, you have work experience, that's good."

You sighed, "Not a lot of it. I may do...really bad at this gig."

"Everyone has nerves. I think you'll do great, Y/N," he rifles through his bag for a minute, before pulling out a folder. He hands it to you, and you take it.

"What's this?" you ask, peering into the folder. It has your name written on it in Kita's neat handwriting. He opens his mouth to explain, and you hang on intently to every word.

"I know you haven't agreed to take the job on full time yet, but that's all the needed paperwork and schedules for the next tour. We're going on this October after our newest album drops."

"Oh, tour's a big commitment." He nods. "And you want me to do it?"

"I have faith in you," he looks over to the rest of the band, "and I know eventually they'll learn to trust you too."

"I don't know their names yet," you laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. Kita chuckles, and points at each member.

"I know you know Aran, so I'll skip him. The Miya twins are Atsumu and Osamu, you've met Atsumu," you recalled the blonde who'd leaned against the doorframe when you tried to walk in. He was a loud personality, and it was clear his brother was too. Osamu appeared quiet at first, but you were pretty sure he was just putting on an act to seem better than Atsumu.

"And that, is Suna Rintarou," your eyes drifted over to the stranger, and you felt your heart leap into your throat. He was ignoring the bickering going on around him, scrolling through his phone. One arm slung over the back of the couch. "Lead singer, though he doesn't talk much."

"I see that," you comment, "He's, uh, very intense."

Kita laughs, drawing the attention of the band, who seemed to forget your presence. Atsumu sends one last scathing remark to Osamu, which has Aran pulling him down and sitting between the twins. But you don't care much for their antics, focusing on the way Suna's head slowly picks up and meets your eyes. He tilts his head ever so slightly, that you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't watching him so intently.

A small shiver racks your spine, and you quickly look away.

Kita clears his throat and claps his hands together. "I believe we have business to discuss." The band seems to straighten and put themselves together at that, the only one seeming unphased being Aran, who was no doubt used to Kita's formal way of speaking.

"This is Y/N L/N, she will be your makeup artist for the concert we have tommorow. Depending on how she enjoys the job, she will continue to be our makeup artist on tour. She will also be the one deciding costumes from here on out."

You give a small wave and offer a polite smile. "About that," you say, "Will there be options for me to choose from? Or should I go shopping?"

Kita nods, "You will be expected to shop tomorrow for the gig. I will fund you the money necessary, and don't be afraid to call me if you need more." You hum, mentally thinking of what you had planned for the next day. Going to the mall shouldn't disturb anything, maybe you could drag Kuroo along with you, he'd know what kind of things these guys wear onstage.

Atsumu purses his lips and tilts his head to the side, squinting at you. "What are your qualifications? I don't mean to be offensive, but Kita literally picked you up off the street."

You laugh, small and airy. "I understand completely. I went to school for cosmetology in hair and makeup, with a minor in business. And while I don't have anything decreeing excellence in costume designing, I do run a fairly successful business." You rummage through your purse, pulling out one of your cards. You hand it to him, and he hands it to Osamu to inspect.

"She worked on set with my brother as his makeup artist, Atsumu. Relax, she's good," Aran spoke up on your behalf, which had a bit of relief flowing through you. If you had Kita and Aran on your side, two very reasonable men, then the other three were sure to approve of you.

"Seems legit," Osamu drawls, tucking the card into his pocket. You smile, trying not to show just how nervous you truly were. "Can we go get dinner? I'm rather hungry."

"Me too," a softer, raspier voice spoke up. Your eyes slide to the side where Suna is looking at you. His eyes are piercing, but he doesn't stare at you with animosity. More so a curiosity he wouldn't dare act upon. His voice was nice to listen to, even that soft whisper of words. It was no surprise that he was lead singer.

Kita looks over to you, extending a silent invitation. You shake your head. You still had so much to prepare. "Find a place," he says, before standing up. He walks you to the door and pulls out his wallet.

"Thank you for coming," he says, counting his money. "I truly do hope tomorrow goes well."

He drops a wad of money into your palm and curls your fingers around you. You want to deny it and say it's too much, but you know it isn't for you. It's for the band. You nod, and tuck the money into your purse.

"Thank you for having me," you agree, and give him a brief handshake. "I will contact you if anything is needed."

He smiles, and you look back to the office. The twins are hovered over a phone, no doubt searching for a nice place to eat. Aran is packing up his belongings, and Suna just stands there, observing. Bu the isn't observing the rest of the band. He's observing you.

Your hands tighten on the strap of your purse before lifting to give him a small wave. Your fingers shake as they do, and you watch as his lips turn up in an almost smile before he turns away. It was probably the best you were gonna get out of him.

Then you leave, sitting in your car as your body sags with exhaustion. Who knew nerves could make a person so tired? Leaning your head against the steering wheel, you take deep breaths. Anxiety is starting to kick in, but you refuse to let it hit. There are things at home you can distract yourself with.

Like your long list of commissions. You groan, another eave of exhaustion ripping through you. You should probably put your business on hiatus if you decide to go through with the tour. But you just got to finish up these last few commissions.

You can kiss goodbye a goodnight's sleep.

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fun facts! :

★ - im trying to make y/n a calmer and more mature person. i dont mean this as hate to other writers but in most cases y/n acts very immature and high energy, and i feel like that type of y/n just wouldn't fit in this plot. so here we have my y/n!

★ - suna drinks herbal tea to keep his voice safe and regularly orders gummy vitamins for his vocal cords. he isn't very vocal regardless though, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself. that's why his social media is so busy and random, it's where he empties his mind.

★ - atsumu trusts osamu's judgement better than his own, so in most cases he relies on his twin to help him decide things

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swiftfootedachilles · 5 months

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what are ur FAVOURITE gallavich moments

fav gallavich scene hands down has GOTTA be the dugouts fight. i rewatched that scene 6 times in a row on my first watchthru of the show. absolutely laced with crack cocaine.

really i love all of their moments. i especially love their dynamic in seasons 4+5 and 11 but ill try to make a list of the highlights

docks scene. OBVIOUSLY. i love gay sex

them working at the kash n grab together that whole arc is everything to me

scamming and blackmailing old perverts together

ian bopping mickey on the head with a wad of cash‼️‼️

mickey assigning himself as ians nurse and loving him in ways nobody else could or would

confirming that mickey canonically likes getting choked during sex

sharing ians tiny twin bed

deleted s5 sex scene

literally. every kiss every intimate scene

wedding planning

calling each other by their last names

SINGING AND DANCING TOGETHER. just being goofy and fun and themselves together

"I WANNA BE WITH YOU" "well you dont get to be" when mickey stopped ian from throwing his parole ;-;

dressing up their teddy bear with the ballgag and throwing the ballgag into the basketball hoop

"take the fucking mask off" when trying to rob a bank in texas

in 11x12 at the balls' house when mickey tries to get away from ian but ian traps him in a bear hug

mickey getting unbelievably horny over the thought of ian brandishing a deadly weapon. and then ian kisses him so hard hes knees buckle UGHHHHH

theres so many holy shit i have to stop before i put every gallavich scene on here

#asks #anonymous #shameless #gallavich #i am. obsessed with them actually

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𝟐 𝑺𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔

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As much as I hated to admit it, I felt the tiniest bit better after the session. It was as if I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders but the tiniest speck of sand was lifted from my load. I still needed to run a few errands before it got too late. After finishing with the lady at the front desk I made my way to the glass doors. A chill attacked the warmth that settled on my skin waging a war for dominance, ultimately winning.

'Take a moment to enjoy the good in the world. It would do you good to observe any light you might find.'

That's what Mrs. Thompson had said to me. I decided to take her advice and stood at the front door observing my surroundings. Salt trucks had already been here the night before shoving all the piled-up snow into soiled brown banks. People walked down the street greeting each other like old friends. Snow fell from the sky, dusting the ugly ground in a blanket. It was almost like a mother comforting her child after a nightmare. Speaking of children, Kash was out of food and probably expected me to return home with a heap of it. For such a loving dog he was pretty demanding. Luckily on the way home there happened to be an old grocery store nearby, the owner had known my family for years.

"Hey, Jerry," I said, walking in and waving to the old man at the front counter. He was in his early 70s and was the definition of sunshine. He'd often start his stories with some flashbacks from Vietnam.

"Well hello, little (Y/N). I guess you aren't very little anymore though." He chuckled. He turned around and pulled a pack of Marlboros off the rack.

"I don't think you should be smoking these things. But I don't think I should be telling you that it just ain't my place."

"Thank you, I need to get some more stuff." He nodded and picked up the newspaper he was reading. I grabbed a basket and made my way around the store. When I arrived at the produce in the small store the bell above the door jingled.

"Welcome, are you guys just passing through?"

Out of curiosity, I glanced at the entrance to see two people, a girl who looked to be my age with fiery red hair and a yellow shirt. She stood next to a boy with black hair, who seemed just shy of 6 feet.

"Oh yeah, we're just visiting a family home. We needed a break from the city, we even brought some friends." She smiled gesturing to the parking lot.

"Shame you didn't bring them inside." He stuck a wrinkly hand out to the two of them. "I'm Jerry, Jerry Smith. Nice to meet y'all.."

"My name is April O'Neil and this is Casey Jones." April offered her hand and Casey followed suit. I turned and found refuge in the dog food aisle ignoring the rest of their conversation in favor of choosing between the beef or pork flavor. In all honesty they probably both tasted the same. I closed my eyes and threw whatever my hand landed on in the cart and made my way to the front to pay.

"till next time Jerry." He smiled in response.

When I opened the old glass door I was met with the cold winter air as it slapped me in the face. I was shocked to see a vibrant "hippie van" next to my truck. I threw the bags in the passenger side and stood on the drivers side lighting up a Marlboro. I remembered April mentioned friends when someone inside the van shuffled and began talking.

"What a babe." The statement was followed by a loud slap and a whimper as someone inside the van made a comment about 'respectin women'. I made a face and rolled my eyes, I looked like I just got done shoveling shit (which I practically did) but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. With one final drag of my cigarette I threw it to the pavement and stomped it out as April and Casey came outside with their arms full of groceries. April dumped what she had into Casey's arms and made her way over to me smiling brightly.

"I'm April." She gestured to the struggling male. "That's Casey."

"I heard," I offered simply. I stuck out a hand for her to shake. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, Jerry told me we are neighbors for the time being." She pulled her coat closer to her body as Casey finally got the groceries in the van. A few quiet jests could be her as he gave someone named Donnie the finger before slamming the door.

"Don't worry I won't show up at your door unannounced." I pulled out another cigarette and lit it. I offered it to April who politely declined, I took a long drag from it.

"Well, if it's alright with you," she fished around in her back pocket pulling out a cellphone. "I'd like to get your number."

"I don't have a cell phone." Her face twitched in shock but she masked it quickly with a smile. "I have a house phone though."

After giving her my number I waved bye and hopped into my truck, I pulled out of the driveway and made my way back home. I pulled into the driveway 45 minutes later after a few more stops, Kash was in the window wagging his tail excitedly. He began to bounce when I pulled the bag of food from the cabin of the truck. The snow had let up just a bit, enough though where the tracks of another vehicle were visible in the driveway. A bag was hanging on my doorknob with a note attached to it.

Hey, Dad says to give you this box to take to your new neighbors. The O'Neil girl. He insisted I give it to you, said she left it there in a rush to get outside and meet you.

That's what I figured was going to happen. I chuckled. Jerry always said I needed to socialize more. I took my groceries inside and gave Kash some food before grabbing the bag for that April girl and her weird friends.

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#northstarscorner #x reader #tmnt #tmnt x reader #donnie tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leo #tmnt 2007 #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #rottmnt

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