#I kind of hope Mandy takes it well

[masked-alien-lesbian]

😭 "earn the right to stay" 😭 trauma thought gut punch. Feeling like you have to "be enough" to belong somewhere 😭

#I just wonder #When Mandy finds out that mc has never worked #On a ranch before #If UB is going to go the betrayed route #Or if this will be more of a comfort plot #I kind of hope Mandy takes it well #But I also hope we tell Mandy before we actually #Jump each other's bones #I don't like secrets between lovers #choices #pixelberry #playchoices #ub #unbridled: an untameable story #choices unbridled

[thewulf]

Who are You? || Jake Seresin

Summary: After breaking up with you lovely cheating fiancée you find a place to stay at your Aunt Penny's house in San Diego. You might just get more than you bargained for when you meet the Jake Seresin.

A/N: First attempt at Top Gun, loved writing for him!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4,700+

Part 2

Life came at you fast. One moment you were planning your wedding with the supposed ‘love of your life’ Aaron, the next you were on the floor of your shared apartment wondering why he had to go and ruin everything. You and Aaron had met back in college when you were both studying engineering. He swept you off your feet, quite literally. A mishap in a chemistry lab had him picking you up so you wouldn’t get burned. From then on, the two of you had been inseparable.

Aaron was everything you wanted in a man. He was sweet, kind, funny and just an overall good person to be around. At least, that’s what you thought. The two of you moved to Michigan after graduating, both of you securing well-paying engineering jobs. You thought you were happy, you thought you’d start a life in Michigan but apparently Aaron had other plans.

You stated noticing odd behaviors from your fiancée five years into the relationship. His once calm and kind demeanor changed ever so slightly. He snapped at you often, something your Aaron wouldn’t have dreamed of doing even just a year prior. He wasn’t fun to be around anymore, you tried to make jokes that would have made him laugh and crack one back with you, but he just rolled his eyes at you instead.

You weren’t sure when it all started culminating but you were damn near a breaking point. Five years into a relationship and his personality changed so drastically over the last six months. You tried taking advice from both your mom and aunts, but nothing worked.

All the tension came to a head when you were out one night with a friend, Mandy, heading to the local bars. Aaron was supposed to be gone for the week on a work trip. He was indeed not on a work trip. Mandy spotted him and excitedly tried to drag you over to him. Your eyes widened and you yanked your arm away from her. She didn’t know Aaron was supposed to be gone. You quickly ducked your head and walked to a side of the bar you were sure he couldn’t see you from. Mandy was clearly confused but followed you anyway.

“He’s not supposed to be here Mandy.” Y/N said while quietly sipping on the whisky sour you had ordered earlier.

“Where’s he supposed to be then?” She asked with confusion laced on her brow.

Y/N took a slow and drawn-out breath while closing her eyes knowing something wasn’t right. Mandy was looking at you expectantly when you opened your eyes again, “Minnesota, for work.”

She bit her lip trying to come up with any excuse for him in the book. You gave her a sad smile while shifting around a few people trying to get a better line of sight on the liar.

Your heart sunk when a beautiful girl seemed to appear out of thin air wrapping her dainty arms around your fiancée. You bit the inside of your cheek hard, trying to will the tears that were threatening to spill to stay put. You continued to watch half hoping it was just a friend, God willing it’d just be a friend. Your heart shattered when he placed a soft kiss on her lips smiling like the fucking idiot he was. Your teeth clenched down harder drawing a metallic taste from your mouth.

“Oh, Y/N, let’s go.” Mandy softly grabbed at your arm attempting to pull you away from the bar. Your legs felt like lead as she tried to drag you away. You couldn’t hear anything nor process what you saw. You heard your heart beating slow and not so steady. Closing your eyes again you swallowed the blood that pooled in your mouth.

“I should go up to him.” You mumbled ignoring Mandy’s protests.

This time Mandy squeezed your arm trying to get you to snap out of whatever daze you were in, “That’d be an awful idea Y/N. Take some pictures and let’s go home.”

You nodded taking another sip from your sour, nearly hissing when it hit the open wound from your cheek bite. The fucking loser was continuing to hurt you without even realizing it. Mandy snapped a few more pictures making sure to get everything.

That’s how you landed on the floor of your shared apartment silently crying. The gravity of the situation finally hit you, your life you wanted to start was over. Aaron ruined it before it could really begin.

You sent the pictures to your mom and aunts who, of course, were nothing but supportive. They helped to get you out of the situation. Your mom flew in to help you pack your things and your Aunt Penny offered to let you come out to San Diego and live with her for a while. You worked it out with your boss, he agreed to let you work from home rather than lose you completely. You were free to go to San Diego for the next six months.

The actual breakup was heartbreaking yet again. Aaron almost looked relieved when you ended it only confirming your worst nightmare, being used in a relationship. It was a blessing in disguise you kept telling yourself as you made the 35-hour drive to your Aunt Penny’s. It certainly was the biggest blessing in disguise for Y/N.

You pulled up to Penny’s blue home three days after starting your cross-country road trip. You smiled taking in the views around you, smelling the salty ocean air that was unfamiliar to you. The air was warm and refreshing and the ocean front views went on for miles. Penny and Amelia ran outside to greet you, more than excited to have you come stay with them.

“Y/N!” Amelia yelled running up to you throwing herself into your outstretched arms.

“Meals!” You enthusiastically replied, “you’ve grown.” You whispered into her hair as you held her closely.

“You would have known that if you visited.” She stuck her tongue out at you after getting a better look at you.

You ruffled her hair sighing, realizing just how much you missed out because of Aaron. “I know, that’s on me. Don’t let stupid boys make decisions for you.” She nodded her head smiling while backing away, giving room for Penny to sneak in.

“It’s okay,” Penny cooed pulling you into a hug, “we’ve got plenty of time to catch up.”

You nodded your head feeling very good about the decision to stow away at the Benjamin household for a while. “How’ve you been Aunt Pen?” You asked while grabbing a suitcase out of the back. Amelia came around and started unloading the contents with you.

“Been wonderful.” She grinned ear to ear.

“Moms got a boyfriend.” Amelia giggled while wiggling her eyebrows, “A pilot boyfriend.”

“Really?” You asked your aunt, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

She nodded, “I do. He’ll be around tonight.”

“What’s tonight? Anything happening?” Y/N asked nobody in particular.

Amelia ran inside with your items leaving you alone with Penny.

“Nothing major. I’ve got to close the Hard Deck tonight. He usually stops by to say hello. Along with a few other aviators.”

You smirked at your blushing aunt, “A boyfriend huh? Is he cute? What’s his name? Can I come tonight?”

She laughed at your rapid-fire questions, “Of course he’s cute! Very handsome. His name is Pete Mitchell.” Penny smiled thinking about him. “And yes of course you can come on by, it’s always a good time on a Friday night.”

“Oh, so you’re in love love.” Y/N smirked grabbing the last of the items from your car.

Penny shrugged, “A bit.”

“How do I look Amelia?” You asked your cousin as you walked down the stairs.

She grinned setting down the book she was reading, “Beautiful, as always.”

“You’re way too nice to me Meals.” You smiled sitting down next to her on the couch.

She shrugged, looking eerily like her mother, “It’s the truth.”

“We’ll thank you, you’re my favorite cousin.”

“I’m your only cousin!” She laughed punching you in the shoulder lightly.

“Precisely.” You winked getting up from the couch. “So, what am I walking into?” You eyed the fridge containing beer, you knew one would calm your nerves.

She peeked back over her book, “Lots of flyboys. All cute too. Some cool girls come around too.”

You nodded cracking open the beer, getting rather nervous hearing that, “Pretty cute hmm?”

She nodded her head enthusiastically, “I think so. They’re all very kind. Just twice my age. So, it’s more of a looking situation for me.”

“Not twice mine.”

Amelia giggled shaking her head, “Mom always says no flyboys. I assume she’ll say the same for you. Bit of a hypocrite she is.”

This time it was your turn to laugh, “Sounds like she knows something.”

Amelia nodded looking down at the time, “You better go if you want to beat Mav there.”

“Mav?”

“Maverick, it’s Pete’s callsign. They all have one.”

You nodded finishing the rest of the beer, “I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.”

“You’ll have fun! Go! Don’t think of that stupid boy either. Enjoy the night.” She shot up from her spot on the couch and began pushing you towards the front door.

You put your hands up, “Alright, alright! Have a good night, Meals.”

“You to! But not too much.”

You hesitantly walked towards the Hard Deck really regretting your decision to go out tonight. You just weren’t feeling up to it now. All you really wanted to do was grab a pint of ice cream and hang out with Amelia.

Sighing you pushed open the door to the bar taking in your surroundings quickly. Everybody appeared to be normal, no flyboys in sight. Smiling you walked over to the bar spotting Penny’s blonde hair.

“There you are, was beginning to worry you wouldn’t show.” She grinned grabbing you a beer and setting it down in front of you.

“Thanks Pen. Your daughter distracted me when I was leaving.”

She shook her head, “Pete and the crew should be here any moment.”

You nodded taking a big sip of the beer, hoping to feel lightly buzzed before meeting a bunch of new people.

True to Penny’s word a few people in uniform came waltzing through. All of them seemed to ooze confidence which sent you scrunching down in your chair trying to avoid any and all eye contact. It’s not that you didn’t like meeting new people, it’s just that they were all so intimidating. You snapped your head back to Penny with wide eyes.

“What’s the matter?” She laughed pouring what you assumed to be Pete’s beer.

“They’re terrifying.” You whispered leaning in close.

She let out an alarmingly loud laugh that you were sure grabbed the attention of the crew, “Hardly love. They may look it but they’re a bunch of hooligans.”

“I can attest to that.” A male voice spoke from behind sending you nearly jumping out of your seat.

“Jesus.” You took a breath and turned around to look at the very handsome man.

“Pete! This is Y/N. She finally made it in from Michigan.” Penny handed him his beer as he sat down next to you.

“Hello.” You smiled at him taking another good look at him while sipping on your own beer.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Penny’s told me all about you.”

You turned to your aunt with a raised brow, “She’s always had a big mouth.”

“Hey!” Penny laughed hitting you with the bar rag, “Only good things I promise Y/N.”

“I believe you Aunt Pen.” You smiled brightly at your aunt.

“Alright, let me go serve the kids and I’ll be back.” She winked at the both of you before turning around to a ‘kid’ who was sporting a rather pornstache looking mustache. You noticed him pointing over to you and Penny looking back at you. Rather uncomfortably you turned your entire body to Pete and tried to distract yourself.

“So, Pete, are you good to my Aunt Pen?”

He smiled watching her pour beers and hand them to the kid, “Of course. I lost her once and I’m certainly not planning on doing that again.”

“Good.” You nodded taking another swig from your glass.

“And you? What’s your story kiddo?”

You sighed not really wanting to get into the nitty gritty details with Penny’s boyfriend, “My fiancée cheated on me. I needed to get away and Penny offered her place for a while.”

He nodded slowly taking you in this time, “Sorry kid. People suck sometimes.”

You bobbed your head unsure what to say to the man, “Indeed they do.” You said while sighing, finishing off the beer.

“Not all of them suck,” he smirked finishing his off at the same time, “Looks like somebody else has some eyes for you.” He set his glass down and stood up, motioning for that somebody to come over.

“Don’t leave me.” You pleaded seeing him start to walk away.

He laughed, “From what Penny tells me, you’ll be able to handle him just fine.” He winked and disappeared behind a few people. You sighed yet again scrunching your nose up, not too thrilled with the situation you had landed yourself in.

“Need another?” A new voice spoke from behind. Y/N turned around slowly shyly smiling at the aviator in behind her. 

“Uhh, sure.” You bit your lip turning back towards the bar cursing your inability to even hold a conversation with the handsome stranger.

“You mind?” He pointed to the chair.

You shook your head no racking your brain for anything to say to the man sitting beside you. He was beautiful Y/N thought. A far departure from her once fiancée Aaron, the stranger sported blonde hair and green eyes, stunning green eyes. Y/N took a breath and smiled again at him.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Beautiful name for an even more beautiful woman.” He grinned calling Penny over to refill both drinks.

You couldn’t stop the light blush that crept across your face, earning a chuckle from the handsome stranger sitting next to you.

“Don’t even think about it Hangman.” Penny spoke eyeing her niece and the serial player sitting close together, “Not my niece.” She glared at him taking both glasses.

He chuckled sticking his hand out to you, “Jake Seresin, callsign Hangman.”

You took his hand gingerly in yours shaking it briefly, “Nice to meet you.” You eyed him curiously waiting for an explanation that was never going to come.

“Hangman?” You questioned.

“Long story.” He nodded scooting ever so slightly closer to you.

“Like the kids game?” 

This time he laughed, loudly, drawing the attention of his fellow aviators. “Exactly like the kids game.”

You nodded, “That’s interesting.”

“Just like me sweetheart.”

You could feel another blush creep up, you mentally cursed your face for giving you away so easily. Y/N was flustered. Aaron wasn’t nearly as smooth as this beautiful man was before you. You didn’t know how to deal with this level of boldness, not quite used to the attention he was giving you.

Penny saved your racing thoughts setting the beers down rather hard eyeing Jake in the process. “I’ve got my eye on you Seresin.” She smiled walking away back over to Maverick on the other side of the bar. 

“What’s that about?” You asked sincerely hoping for an honest answer from the man sitting even more closely now, not that you minded.

“Nothing sweetheart.” he finally looked back up into your eyes stopping whatever he was going to say. 

This time it was his turn to sigh, “I might have a small reputation.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you took a long drawn-out sip of your beer waiting for him to go on.

He ran a hand through his hair trying to figure out what to say to the beautiful woman sitting next to him. He wasn’t sure what had come over him, but her eyes stopped his usual spiel. It was like she was bearing her entire soul to him in just the way she was looking at him. He sucked in a breath before continuing.

“A playboy reputation?” He spoke timidly, grinning at her but he knew she could see right through it.

“Ahh, there it is.” Y/N clicked her tongue almost afraid to look back him. You knew you would get sucked back into his eyes, all green and perfect. It’s always the eyes for Y/N.

He gulped knowing his next words would dictate the way the rest of his night would go, “Come over and meet my friends. They’re a great group of people.”

You looked at him expectantly considering the options. He quickly pivoted away from that statement. Bud what else did you have to lose? You knew his end game now and you certainly weren’t going to let him take you home tonight.

“Sure.” You nodded standing from your seat. He grabbed your beer and led you over to the small group of people standing around the pool table. Jake cleared his through garnering the attention of the crew.

“This is Y/N, our dear Penny’s niece.”

“We know.” Pornstache guy smiled walking over to you, “Penny told me.” He winked at Jake before continuing looking down at you, “Bradley Bradshaw ma’am, these assholes call me Rooster.”

You smiled seeing the rest of the group groan telling him to shut up, “Nice to meet you, Bradley.” You opted for using his real name, not quite comfortable enough to use the nicknames just yet.

“These two are both trouble.” The lone female stepped up and pulled you away, “Natasha, or Phoenix.” She smiled snatching your beer away from Jake before handing it back to you. “Those two playing pool are Payback and Bob.”

You waved quickly turning your attention back to Natasha, “It’s a pleasure to meet you all, although slightly overwhelming.”

She laughed patting your back, “You just missed the big group. We just wrapped up a mission a few days ago. Everybody is getting reassigned. I luckily get to stay for a while longer with these smooth brains.” 

“Hey now,” Jake walked back over eyeing you subtly, “You love us Phoenix.”

She scoffed, “Love is a word you can use.” She spoke while rolling her eyes.

“So, Y/N,” Jake spoke in his oddly attractive southern draw, you turned you attention back to the man, “where are you from? What’s your story?”

You noticed the rest of the crew go back to what they were doing leaving you with Jake, Phoenix shaking her head used to Jake’s antics. 

You tapped your glass thinking of what you wanted to tell him, “From Ohio, lived in Michigan, broke up with a guy and now I’m here.” You nodded your head knowing that’s all you wanted to say.

He chuckled this time taking his turn to respond. Noting that Y/N was closed off. “You want to go for a walk darling?”

You eyed him curiously, “Are you going to murder me?”

You earned a snort from him this time, “Now why would I do that to the beautiful woman I’m trying to take out on a date?”

You shrugged, “Just something a murderer would suggest.” You smiled up at him charmingly, “Wait, did you say date?”

“I did beautiful.” Smirking he took a long drink from his glass. You gulped eyeing him, how could one be so attractive taking a drink of beer?

You hummed keeping your eyes on him as he lowered his glass, “Maybe. You’ll have to convince me though.” You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could muster, trying to form some sort of confidence.

“Well let me take you on a walk then darling.” He grinned setting his empty glass down on a table. 

“Alright,” you set your glass down and turned towards Natasha, “if I don’t come back though, he did it.” You pointed towards Jake.

She laughed, “Jake is many things, I don’t think he’s slick enough to get away with murder though.”

Jake rolled his eyes and softly touched your wrist, “May I?”

You snapped your body back around feeling his warm touch on your arm, “Okay.” You spoke while your brain short circuited from the contact. He pulled your arm gently into his side bringing you closely to him. You were sure your heart was about to beat right out of your chest.

The two of you walked slowly down the beach in a comfortable silence listening to the waves crash onto shore.

“From Ohio? And moved to Michigan?” He asked softly not wanting to startle you.

You hummed agreeing with his statement, “Got my degree and found a job in Michigan. It’s a beautiful state, just too cold in the winter.”

He chuckled, “It doesn’t get too cold in Texas.”

“That where you’re from?”

“Yes ma’am.” He spoke while rubbing his thumb along your forearm sending a wave of chills down your body. “Born and raised, Texas is home.”

“Never been.” You admitted.

He gasped, “Well I’ll be. I’ll take you there one day.” He squeezed your arm gently.

“Oh really?”

“If you let me that is.” He spoke sounding rather nervous, a far cry from his previous flirting.

“We’ll see Tic Tac Toe.”

He threw his head back laughing loudly, “Hangman darling.”

“I like Candyland better.” You looked up to him for the first time since you two left the bar smiling as his green eyes reflected the sunset on the horizon. 

“Well, I’ll tell you what darling,” he stopped abruptly which halted you in place, “you can call me whatever kids game you want if you let me take you out?”

Giggling you bit your cheek to suppress the grin forming on your face, “That’s a tempting offer.”

He nodded, “Then take it.” He winked down at you pulling you slightly closer to him.

You did want to take his offer. He was a beautiful man practically begging you to go on one date with him. Why were you so apprehensive? Was it the look Penny gave you before you went off with him? Was it the thought of even attempting to form a new relationship so soon after the last one ended? Was it simply because you were scared? You looked up at him biting your lip softly trying to form a coherent sentence with him looking at you so expectantly.

“What’s got you thinking so hard beautiful?” He asked while raising his eyebrow, curious to the girl’s apprehension. Jake wasn’t used to it. Sure, women have played hard to get but he always knew their end game. With you? He wasn’t so sure. You were shy, quiet and seemed uncertain. Something was stopping you and it was already driving Jake mad. You were simply different, as cliché as that sounds. You clearly wanted to entertain his advances, but he could not figure out the why, yet.

You hummed still trying to figure out what to say to him. Of course, the stupid blush you couldn’t hide crept back up onto your face. Should you just tell him the truth? You didn’t want to offload so much onto this nearly complete stranger, but he seemed so earnest, so eager to learn about you that you had the urge to.

Still stopped on the supposed walk you were supposed to be taking you finally garnered the courage to speak to him, “Jake, I just got out of a long and quite frankly heartbreaking relationship. I don’t know if I’m ready yet. I don’t want to string you along or hurt you.” You finished the last part of your statement quietly, so quietly you weren’t sure if he heard it.

There it was, he knew there had to be something. He also knew you were a total sweetheart just in the admission. You didn’t want to hurt him?

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

This question made you think. Did you want to talk about it? You’ve only talked to your mom about it, Penny a bit but the nitty gritty details were left out. You did want to talk about it, but with Jake? You weren’t sure.

“I don’t want to unload on you like that, I hardly know you.” You admitted sheepishly avoiding his gaze that never seemed to leave your face.

“And how do people get to know other people Y/N?” He asked sincerely, not trying to sound like an asshole but really trying to get to know you.

You let a small chuckle escape your mouth nodding your head to his point, “They talk.”

“Exactly.” He grinned at you once you finally got the courage to look back up to him, “And I asked about that, I want to know. But if you don’t want me to know that’s alright. There’s many things to talk about.”

You shook your head more in disbelief than anything, “Who are you, Jake? My aunt obviously thinks of you a certain way yet you’re speaking to me like somebody completely different.”

He shrugged, “She sees a certain persona that I want everybody to see. I’m not just that person, that’d make me a pretty awful person.”

“Then why do you put that persona out there?” You questioned, genuinely curious.

“That’s a great question Y/N. One that I’m still figuring out.”

You nodded at his honesty deciding to air out your own baggage to him, “My fiancée cheated on me. I’m not sure how many times or when it started but I caught him out one night at the bar making out with somebody else.” You spoke quickly.

He softly squeezed your arm in comfort, “That’s no man, darling. Dodged yourself a bullet.”

“Spent way to long chasing and holding onto that bullet.” You sighed.

The rest of your walk with Jake consisted of you spilling every detail, to an extent, to him. Something felt so right talking with him. He was the first person who just listened and let you speak your mind. He spoke up when you needed him to, but he let you get it al out. You also learned quite about him in return, you weren’t going to let him get away knowing so much of your baggage without knowing some of his.

He talked about the ‘one that got away’ and how he fucked it up. How his insecurities let the best thing that’s ever happened to him walk away. He admitted to you that he didn’t want to do that again, to feel such sadness knowing it was from your own mistakes.

Before the both of you knew it you spent two hours walking up and down the now dark beach as the sun had set hours prior. When you finally got back to the Hard Deck your aunt was closing the place down with Pete sitting there patiently waiting on her. You didn’t see any of the other aviators as you looked around.

“Have fun?” Penny asked eyeing you curiously seeing as who you came back to the bar with.

You nodded walking to her, Jake in tow, “I did.”

“Me too.” Jake chimed in placing his hand at the small of your back. You could not stop the shiver that ripped down your body from the feeling. You could have sworn you heard Jake laugh softly in response.

Penny smiled shaking her head, “That’s good. What’d you two do?”

You noticed Pete listening in but trying to make it seem like he wasn’t, “Just walked and talked.” You admitted without admitting a single thing.

Penny smiled eyeing Jake yet again, “Just, be careful.” She spoke to you.

“I am, don’t worry Aunt Pen.”

“It’s not you that I’m worried about.” She answered truthfully earning a chuckle from the tall blonde pilot.

“I can promise you Penny, there’s no way I could hurt this one right here. If anything, she’ll go breaking my heart.”

You rolled your eyes trying to play it off cool, but the blush had another idea. Penny grinned like a Cheshire cat seeing your reaction to his over-the-top statement. Penny handed the two of you another round of beers, on her, before quickly turning her attention back to cleaning and Pete.

Gaining some confidence as he led you away from earshot you finally said what you wanted to, “So Jake, about that date?

Part 2

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[tilvcei]

► 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓

⭢ In which: you and your boyfriend, including your friend get attacked at the house. but you get brutally injured. and one ghostface in particular seems to regret hurting you but— for some reason is mainly after your boyfriend.

☆ | warning(s): blood , stabbing , gore[?]

☆ | note: I really didn’t know how I was going to do this but I made sure to add some extra details to the whole setting and stuff. also, your boyfriend name is Mandy, go with it please :D [i tried lol] also, enjoy!

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | REMINDER: Mandy is NOT apart of the scream franchise, he’s just an add in and an oc of mines!! this is all fiction which is not real, don’t take this seriously.

It was just a normal night at sam’s house. it made you a bit more safer, having Mandy — your boyfriend with you, add that as a extra point cause he was protective of you. Ethan was here too, probably as a tag along or a friend, you didn’t know.

But, for some reason— he was extremely nice to you. well, you don’t see it as weird it’s just..odd. you’ve known him for a minute but other than that there was nothing between the two of you.

Mandy has been with you since day one. even after what happened in woodsboro, everyone getting killed. the Amber and Richie situation, and all that crazy stuff.

Anika turned it to the news station, you just found out that Jason carvey had died and someone else, was it all happening again? this is the main reason you had ran away from woodsboro. to get away from this bullshit.

Mandy wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. if you had seen Ethan’s intense stare at the both of you, then you’d feel a shiver run down your spine.

Oh, how much he hated how that wasn’t you positioned in-between his legs sitting there. it wasn’t fair. why couldn’t that be him? why? it wasn’t fair.

"So, it’s happening all over again?" you questioned, a tremble in your voice, showing how truly scared you were. Mandy placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"No it’s not. we’re gonna be fine. I swear." Mandy whispered to you, you wrapped your arms around his arm and squeezed it tightly.

Ethan glanced over at Mandy while taking a swig of his beer, then he looked away with a scoff.

Mandy turned to him, "somethin’ wrong landry?" he questioned, he’s been suspicious of Ethan since— forever. Him and Chad being the only two males that were friends and then Ethan decided to come in the picture? kind of odd.

"Oh? n-no! uh, nothings wrong." Ethan said, blushing a bit when he noticed you staring at him with a small smile, "leave him alone Mandy, he’s just watching tv." you said with a little giggle.

Ethan felt a smile form on his lips from your giggle, god he loved hearing your voice so much. which is why he was annoyed Mandy got to hear it all the damn time.

"I wasn’t trying to be an asshole, sorry man." Mandy apologized to Ethan, Ethan nodded, "Nah it’s cool, you did nothing wrong." he replied.

Then something clicked, "wait a sec, aren’t you supposed to be at econ?" asked Mandy.

Well shit. there’s a little mess up right there.

"Ah, shit. right! thanks man." Ethan said and grabbed his jacket and backpack, hurrying out the door.

You watched as he left, a frown appearing on your lips. you just hoped he was okay, that’s all. nothing more to it.

———

After a few hours of watching the news, a scratch was heard from the front door, making you stop in your tracks. where the hell was that coming from?

"Hey, guys?" you called out, everyone who was in the kitchen looked at you in confusion, Mandy was the first to stand up and walk over to you, then next was tara.

Tara put a hand on your shoulder, "what, what’s wrong?" she questioned, you didn’t answer and felt your hands shaking in fear. why did you feel so scared?

Something didn’t feel right.

Chad, Sam, Mindy, and Anika appeared too. Mandy turned to you with a look of concern, if anything his freckles were distracting you.

You gripped his hand tightly and pointed at the door, everyone followed your gaze and their eyes landed on the door.

"I hear something. I don’t know what it sounded like but I heard screaming too." you explained, but then you jumped when more banging sounds came from the door and screaming.

Was a massacre happening in there or what? Mandy pushed you behind him while you were still holding his hand tightly.

"Run." Mindy said. and right after she said that, the door busted open and you saw Quinn’s dead body fall ontop of Anika who screamed.

There stood ghostface in the door way, making his way towards all of you. your feet moved faster than you thought it would as you started running.

"This shit again?" Mandy muttered under his breath, annoyed that nobody could get a break from this thing.

He himself started running, ghostface turned his attention to mindy and Anika, mindy tried hitting him but he/she dodged it and stabbed her in the arm, you heard her scream.

Mindy fell to the ground and her back hit the couch, "Get the fuck away from her!" yelled Anika as she wrapped her arms around his leg and hitting it.

Ghostface looked down at her, even though you couldn’t see it you knew somehow he/she was glaring.

Ghostface grabbed Anika by the neck, cutting off her oxygen as he/she did so, his/her grip getting tighter around her neck. you let out a horrified gasp and watched as ghostface brought his knife out.

he/she aimed it right at her stomach, plunging the knife in and twisting her guts while he/she did so. you felt like you were about to throw up, her screams echoed in the room.

Do something. stop standing there.

you searched the kitchen for a knife, when you grabbed it- you had so much fear that you even accidentally cut yourself.

You ran back inside the livingroom, you slipped on one foot but you caught yourself, "leave her the hell alone!" you yelled, stabbing ghostface in his/her shoulder.

he/she flinched before turning to you, his/her actions were slow, like he/she was eyeing you up and down to see if you were a threat. and you could’ve swore..you heard a deep chuckle- was he/she, laughing?

He/she dropped Anika to the ground, the girl groaned in pain and you could hear her sobbing.

Ghostface was slowly starting to make his/her way towards you now. but no, you weren’t gonna let your guard down that easily. not at all.

Mandy appeared with Sam, they were watching ghostface closely, if he or she were to attack they’d be prepared.

"On three..we attack, okay?" Sam whispered to Mandy, he nodded, "got it." he replied.

Ghostface grabbed you by the arm and threw the knife to the ground, "to hell with it, now!" Sam yelled, Mandy and Sam came from behind ghostface and attacked him.

Sam put ghostface in a headlock while Mandy got the knife out of his hands— but somehow this ghostface seemed to be stronger..? as well as more aggressive.

"(Y/n), go, run now!" Sam yelled, you hurried and started running. you heard what sounded like a 'No' come from ghostface.

Mandy froze and so did sam, what did he/she just say? how-

This gave ghostface a chance to hit sam with a right hook to the face, knocking her to the ground. Ghostface swiped Mandy underneath his feet causing him to fall.

"Pretty boys die first, huh?" said the ghostface, tilting its head, Mandy didn’t respond and instead punched him/her in the gut, "fuck you, man!" Mandy yelled.

When you heard Mandy yell, you stopped in your tracks, Anika and Mindy where hiding in a room and trying to get the window open, Anika sat on the bed, clutching her bleeding stomach.

No, you couldn’t leave him. he was the only thing keeping you sane.

Running out of the room you grabbed a brick and started running towards ghostface who was sitting on Mandy’s waist, Mandy tried getting out of his grasp.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" you shouted, before anyone could process anything, you hit ghostface in the head, you watched as he/she fell to the ground.

You helped mandy up, sam helping you as well. Mandy was quick to wrap his arms around you in a hug, "you okay, (Y/n)?" he asked, you nodded.

Sam wrapped a protective arm around you and mandy, watching ghostface closely to see if he/she would get back up again.

And he/she did.

The knife was supposed to aim for mandy but instead…

It hit you. right in the stomach. you let out a scream in pain, the ghostface was quick to recoil in surprise.

"Shit, run! Mandy, get the knife!" sam yelled as she sent a kick to ghostface as he/she fell back

You ran into the room Mindy and Anika were in, Mandy holding you in his arms as he was applying pressure to your wound.

"We have to go, sam you first. also your, uh, Jiminy cricket boyfriend is there." Mandy joked, "it is not the time to be joking mandy. But I’ll admit; it was funny." Sam said with a small but quick chuckle.

Sam was the first to go, mindy was holding the dresser against the door so ghostface wouldn’t get in.

you didn’t have much time because the quicker he or she was in here, the quicker he/she’d slaughter you all in this room.

"M-Mandy, you go. I’ll be right behind you, ok?" you said, groaning in pain when the pain from your stomach didn’t stop.

Mandy shook his head, "No, no. you go." he said, you turned to him with a irritated glare.

"Now is not the time to be the hero. just go, please!" you begged, mandy felt tears form in his eyes as they fell down.

You only nodded at him, he placed a quick kiss to your lips before making his way to the window.

he hurried and got to the other side, not even looking down. Sam and her boyfriend helped her inside.

Next was mindy, you didn’t hear her and anika’s conversation. you sat there in the corner clutching your stomach painfully.

"(Y/n), y-you have to go. th-they’ll be in here soon, go." Anika ordered, you made your way over to her before pulling her into a hug, "I’ll be right behind you." she whispered.

once you let go, you made your way towards the window. Anika did was she told you, she said she’d be right behind you.

You moved back a little to let her go first, she gave you a curt nod, even though the ladder was creaking you had to go. and you couldn’t look down either.

You noticed sam, mindy, and Mandy’s eyes widen, "(Y/n), anika, you both have got to hurry right now." Mindy said frantically while she was sobbing.

Your stomach was still hurting, "c’mon (Y/n) I’m right here, okay? don’t look back either." Mandy said, a sob escaping his mouth as tears fell from his eyes.

"Mandy, I’m scared." you said. even though you didn’t want to continue you knew you’d have to.

You weren’t supposed to turn around but you did, and when you did you saw ghostface right there. staring you and Anika down.

"(Y/N), ANIKA, YOU BOTH HAVE TO HURRY." Mindy yelled, you tried crawling but your hands were staring to slip.

And that’s when you felt it, a hand wrapped itself around your ankle in a tight grip, the grip being so tight it caused your ankle to bleed.

"No, let me go! let me go!" you yelled, ghostface started dragging you backwards and towards him/her, whoever the hell it was.

"C’mere pretty thing." The voice was raspy and rough, who the hell was under that mask? you started sobbing.

"Get away from— me!" you yelled, kicking the person in the face. Anika pushed you in front of her and this seemed to have enraged whoever was under that ghostface mask.

"Come on, I got you." Mandy whispered, holding his hand out for you to reach, you desperately tried grasping his hand, but your fingers kept slipping each time.

Ghostface started shaking the ladder and pushing it side by side, anika started screaming, "I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die!" Anika screamed.

Then, as the ladder kept shaking, it tilted, causing you to almost fall. Anika on the other hand…she wasn’t as lucky.

You heard her scream and then a loud bang was heard, she fell to the ground with thud.

Mandy and sam held onto your hand and hauled you up and into the window, you hid your face in Mandy’s chest. his arms wrapping around you as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

He felt eyes bore into the two of you, he slowly turned around to see the ghostface staring at you two. he could feel the anger radiating off of the person.

Who. was. that?

Part two? Idk, hope you enjoyed!

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #x reader #scream

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Chapter 1: Grounds for Harassment

Mickey knows he’s a piece of shit. It’s easy to forget sometimes, like how piss in the carpet stops stinking after it’s settled, but every now and then he’ll think something so awful that he remembers, Oh, yeah. Piece of shit.

That happens when Mandy says Ian Gallagher messed with her (and not in the good way). Because Mickey’s first thought is that Mandy is lying, and his second is thank fuck.

Getting to hunt down Ian is the best thing that’s happened to Mickey in months.

“What he do to you, exactly?”

“I’m not giving you the gross details!” Mandy shouts.

She leans against the front door, blocking the handle, as if he’s stupid enough to go inside the house.

He’s been locked out for a week. A whole fucking week of stealing food from corner stores, taking a leak behind buildings, and sleeping in icy alleys. He can’t even remember what he did to set Ronnie off this time, but his uncle must still be angry if Mandy won’t let him in on the sly.

Mickey sniffs back snot, then spits on the porch. He hopes he’s not getting a goddamn cold. “Will you at least let me in after I beat the shit out of Ian?”

Mandy tugs on a lock of her hair. “If Uncle Ronnie will let me.”

“That’s some award-winning gratitude right there.”

“You got to know that I want to let you in,” Mandy whines. “But if I do he’ll kick me out with you and—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not a moron.” Mickey adjusts his coat and scratches his cheek, moving dirt from his skin to under his fingernails. “Guess I’ll just keep smelling like a pig sty.”

He’ll probably knock Ian back with his stench, won’t even have to hit him.

“If it makes you feel any better, the water’s turned off, so you couldn’t shower anyway,” Mandy says. “Nobody paid the bill again.”

“You look squeaky fucking clean for a girl who’s got no running water at home.”

Mandy picks at her cuticles. A tell that means shame. “I showered at a friend’s house last night.”

“Ah. That code for ‘fucked a dude in exchange for basic hygiene’?”

Mandy grabs a crumpled beer can off the porch and lobs it at him. Mickey catches it and passes it between his hands. Left, right. Left, right.

“Maybe I should hit up Angie Zhago. Trade a ride on my dick for a bath.”

And a bed. Speckled bruises cover his right side from the cracked pavement and gravel he slept on last night.

“Are you going to beat up Ian or stand here all day with your thumb up your butt?” Mandy asks.

Mickey turns away, shoots his sister the bird over his shoulder, and hurries down the steps.

He could go to the shelter for a shower and a hot meal, but he’d rather stay freezing, filthy, and hungry than deal with a bunch of homeless assholes. Half of them are plain batshit, most would steal his stuff if he doesn’t take it into the shower with him, and plenty are actual rapists (unlike Ian) who’ll think he’s an easy target because he’s young and short.

No shower, no food. Time to find his brothers, or maybe some cousins, and get down to business.

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AN: I swore to post the first chapter of If You Have a Problem before the end of the day, and I did it! (barely lol)

Tagging some kind folks who expressed interest on my teaser posts

@poisonedquiver @marstheterrible @5ammi90 @freitasgst @darlingian @ianandmickeygallavich1 @definenormalifyoucan @jadejabbers @ifconfusionwasaperson @machinegunbieber-blog @callivich @tsuga-of-mars

Many thanks to everyone who supported my teasers, as well as my wonderful betas @bawlbrayker and @hamspamandjamsandwich <3

#gallavich #gallavich fic #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich #gallavich fanfic #If You Have a Problem #IYHAP #my fanfiction

[astaraels]

You don’t get how bad I need your fem!gallavich headcanons 😭😭 (that being said pls - with no pressure - share some 🙏🙏🙏)

OKAY DON'T WORRY I'VE GOT A LOT OF THEM TO SHARE WITH YOU I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR SOME GOOD WLW FEM!GALLAVICH FEELS (these may be a little all over the place but just roll with me here okay? okay here we go)

to start with, Ian is a nickname for Lillian, Mickey is a nickname for Mykhaila (Ukrainian feminine form of Mikhailo)—they'd still go by Ian and Mickey, because if Lip can be a nickname for Phillip then all bets are fucking off :p

technically all of this started with my brain going "lesbian gallavich with hella self image issues" because they don't feel like they can measure up to their "prettier" sister (Mandy and Fiona) but both of them thinking the other is gorgeous as hell. Mickey being kind of a femme/butch (which is why she's the one who calls the shots with her brothers, she's the tomboy compared to Mandy), and Ian wanting to be all pretty and femme but doesn't think there's a point to it because money and also she doesn't think highly of herself

things would be way different for them both as lesbians—Ian would definitely still be the forgotten middle child, although she and Lip would still be Fiona's backup ("you two are my rocks") because I refuse to believe that girl Ian wouldn't be just as committed to ROTC and fitness as canon Ian. She'd be able to kick anyone's ass any day of the week. I think she'd really look up to Lip and ofc he'd love Ian as his little sister but like, with the same kind of condescending vibe he gives Fiona and Debbie? Although maybe since they're practically twins his misogyny toward Ian wouldn't be as blatant.

she'd still be taller than him (tallest Gallagher no matter what!) and have long red hair that she just throws back in a bun or ponytail all military style. I can't see her having short hair just because short cuts can be a lot to maintain, better just to let it grow and keep it pulled back. (I know, I've thought way too much about the little stuff lol)

Mickey would be very punk. With an undercut and all kinds of piercings. Mandy gets more attention from boys but Mickey does get her share, although of course she's like blegh. She'd rather be kicking ass and taking names and proving to her dad that she's just as good at being a fuckin Milkovich as Iggy and Colin—she's got more brains than both of them combined and she's smart as a whip when it comes to doing math, as well as where scamming people is concerned. Terry would begrudgingly acknowledge this but never misses a chance to put her down because she's just another dumb bitch. Only serves to make Mickey more determined to show what she can do, though, and her brothers and cousins are no match for her when it comes to scrappy back alley fighting. She climbed to the top of the heap early on and punches out anyone who tries to take her on.

Ian absolutely falls in the lesbian stereotype of wearing flannel constantly. I feel like she would want to do girly sorts of things but like, doesn't feel she'd measure up to Fiona or other girls so she just sticks with "comfortable" as her main fashion staple. Her and Debbie probably share a room too, although as I said above, she's still super close with Lip. Debbie would ADORE her big sister, would look up to and admire Ian because they've got so much in common—it might even be that she finds Ian's lesbian porn and that's how she knows about it ("penetration isn't required for sex to occur").

I'm not sure how they'd meet in this au but it would still probably involve Mickey chasing Ian around trying to beat her up lmao. my original thought was maybe like, either Mickey chased after Ian because of something Lip did in a reverse of canon, or Mandy thought Ian was talking shit about her. Regardless, the idea of 5'1" Mickey chasing after 5'9" Ian is hilarious especially because I feel like Ian would end up being almost six foot tall by the time she's done with puberty.

even once Ian and Mandy end up being bffs (there'd definitely be some miscommunication, but Ian doesn't wanna get murdered by the Milkovich siblings, so she manages to clear the air with Mandy when she can get away from Mickey and their brothers), Ian probably wouldn't tell Mandy she's gay, gotta keep that shit on lock. So once they're besties she's gotta endure all the boy talk and be like oh haha yeah totally…but at some point Mandy would figure it out, probably because she's not dumb and also Ian "play what cool" Gallagher is not as subtle as she thinks she is. But Mandy, other than asking if Ian has the hots for her ("you're beautiful, but I like you better as my friend"), is actually pretty chill and realizes she doesn't actually mind hanging out with a lesbo. Yes, Ian and Mandy and Mickey would use all the derogatory slurs that get used towards lesbians, although Ian is used to the casual homophobia and Mickey is the most homophobic gay ever (I feel like she'd definitely call herself a fag and a dyke once she gets more comfortable in her identity).

idk how the whole grooming thing with Kash and Ned would transfer over—maybe Ned would be some rich lesbian cougar who wants a kept girl or something. But that's unfortunately a big part of Ian's character, the middle kid who's the only one to be physically abused (and yeah, Frank would still hit Ian, boy or girl), and is desperate for any kind of affection so attaches to anyone who gives it. Kash might be a (seemingly) meek wife to some bruiser of a husband who's short and has small dog syndrome, and that makes her sympathetic in Ian's eyes, thus making it easier for her to take advantage of Ian. I try not to think about Kash too much but it is an important part of Ian's self-image

I'm gonna talk about s3 in its own post because I have some Thoughts and Ideas for some changes to make things interesting :p

season 4 would be really even more depressing because I think that when Ian is manic (there'd be no running away to the army because she couldn't use Lip's identity; instead she'd go straight her sugar mama and from there calls Monica when things get too wild) she'd end up getting pimped out by Monica to really gross straight dudes—not that there aren't creeper lesbians who like younger women, but in general it'd be easier for her to find a job stripping at a regular club (lesbian bars don't seem to have the same opportunities as a straight bar or a men's gay bar do wrt making money). Poor Lip and Debbie finding her in the skimpiest outfit, worse than anything Fiona ever had to wear for a job, with way too much makeup on and dollar bills tucked in her underwear, coked out as hell, skinny enough you can see her hipbones, brain and mouth going about 300 miles a minute...ugh.

But Mickey coming and bringing her home safe and sound <3 beating up the skeevy guys trying to roofie her <33 watching over Ian while she sleeps <333

In a happier train of thought, I love the idea that Mickey really likes Ian's long hair and plays with it when she's not really thinking and Ian gets all 😍😍😍 because it means Mickey might like her omg. Mickey has a partial undercut and Ian loves the texture of the shaved part of her hair. Tells her not to let it grow back out and everything.

Mickey having to stand on her tiptoes to kiss her stupidly tall gf ("You're too tall, Red" "Complain all you want, Mick, you know you like it”). Mickey likes getting manhandled but only by Ian—anyone else tries it and they're losing a hand. But Ian shoves her against a wall and does her whole cocky, smug, looming thing and Mickey can't help but melt in her arms (not that she'd let Ian know about it, not at first; gotta make Gallagher work for that shit. Just cause she's a fag doesn't mean that she's anyone's bitch!).

I also like to think that Ian would try the super femme thing in s4 era and Mickey, once out, would be a little more comfortable being more butch, but they both come off as a mix? I just love the idea of fem!gallavich playing with gender stuff in that very specific lesbian relationship with gender—on one of Mickey's more butch days Ian jokes and calling Mickey her boyfriend and Mickey being like oh

personally I feel like Mickey in her dyke era (s5) is an absolute pint-sized powerhouse, and still an absolute fashion icon because those cut-off vests? the tank tops? perfection🤌🏻

most of my thoughts are of early gallavich because I think things would go much differently since Sammi can't call the MPs on Ian in this au, but lemme just say that there's some fun stuff I'll be adding in another ask to add to the DRAMA

#gallavich #fem!gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #leinth answers #rule 63 all the things

[mickeym4ndy]

ooooooh my god, would love to hear more about this milkovich sibling reunion fic idea! i always hoped they'd find their way back together.

Hi💗 Aw thank you! It’s something I’ve only thought of recently but I love the Milkovich fam too and would love if they got closer post canon, especially now that Terry’s dead.

This fic idea is kind of sad and intense ngl, but it would have a happy ending! (This ended up being sooo long I’m sorry, didn’t realize how much I’d actually thought about it lol).

I have the idea that it starts with Colin coming to Mickey asking for a job at the security company (he’s heard Sandy’s working there) because he found out his girlfriend is pregnant.

He had been living the Milkovich life (robberies, scams, dealing etc.) up until that point but a bunch of his “colleagues” (or I guess other family members) recently got caught for a big job they had going and are looking at 10+ years in prison.

Colin wasn’t there so he wasn’t caught, but he had been involved and realises how close he was to having to watch his kid grow up from behind prison glass so he’s had a bit of a wake up call.

Mickey agrees to take him on on a trial basis because he is family at the end of the day, but warns him that he needs to stay on the straight and narrow or he’s out.

And there are some growing pains in the beginning but he’s trying.

Mickey & Colin end up hanging out through work and they both sort of remember how much they like hanging out with each other.

Eventually Colin reveals to Mickey that he hasn’t seen Iggy much since he started at the company because Iggy’s got a pretty bad drug problem. Mickey goes to see him at the old house and really sees how bad it’s gotten.

Mickey feels guilty for letting his brother get that bad even though it wasn’t his fault.

They start trying to help Iggy get clean but Iggy’s not really interested because he thinks this is all that’s meant for him.

Ian & Mickey (mainly Ian) talk to Mandy a lot but Mickey doesn’t tell Mandy at first because she’s doing well and he doesn’t want to drag her down.

But then Iggy OD’s and nearly dies and Ian calls her and tells her because he knows she’d want to know. She shows up at the hospital then after she finds out.

Mickey, Colin, and Mandy convince Iggy to go to rehab. Mickey says he’ll pay for it too (because the company is doing well) and all 4 of them drive up to the rehab together to drop Iggy off, and they realize it’s the first time they’ve all been together in years. And it’s the first time they’re all together without Terry alive. It’s weird and hard for all of them. But also kind of nice in a weird way, because there’s elements of themselves that nobody understands but each other.

I think maybe even family therapy would be an element of Iggy’s rehab and NONE of them want to do it because talking and therapy are NOT Milkovich things, but they all want Iggy to get better, so they do it for him. They don’t say much in the first few sessions and it ends up being very difficult and rough, and eventually a lot of shit is revealed and confessed over time and it’s really, really hard. (Not really sure of the exact details of all that tbh, but I don’t think the boys know about what Terry did to Mandy and I don’t think anyone knows about what actually happened to Mickey and Svetlana).

But having to talk about it all does end up being good for them in the long run.

Anyway, it would be a long road and being around each other would bring up feelings that all of them had kept buried for so long, and it would be difficult and they’d all struggle in their own way. (I’ve read a bunch of fics where Mickey gets nightmares and panic attacks and I think that’s pretty accurate). (I think Colin having a kid would make him really realize how awful Terry was to him too). But at the same time, they realize they are actually happy to be together again.

And it would also be the first step on a healing journey for all of them. Both individually but also as a unit because they’re finally able to have a relationship with each other outside of Terry.

Mandy tells Mickey that she’s been seeing a therapist about everything for a while now, and tells him that he really should try it himself because it’s been really helpful. Eventually, after a particularly rough night, he agrees to see someone. (Ian is thrilled because he’s been trying to get Mickey to talk to someone for so long).

Mickey & Mandy also just start talking more in general, especially about their mom.

Iggy gets out of rehab they all help out and try to keep him clean and they all just end up hanging out and talking more, and try to heal together.

There would be a lot of Mickey trying to get Iggy to understand that they’re all better than Terry and that they don’t have to follow in his footsteps just because he’s their father, and that futures aren’t already decided for them just because they had rough pasts. They’re not actually “fucked for life.” (which I think would be interesting because I think it’s something that he still struggles to believe himself).

Eventually Iggy starts to believe him and see a future for himself.

Colin is terrified of becoming a dad because he’s so scared he’ll be like Terry, and it’s actually Iggy that convinces him that he could never be.

They all meet Colin’s gf and she’s great, and her & Ian become fast friends. Family BBQ’s and stuff start happening.

Not really sure of the exact details from there, more stuff would happen but idk exactly what (feel like Colin’s kids birth would be v dramatic and they’d all be at the hospital for it lol). But yea the idea is that even though the circumstances are tough, they grow back together and try to heal over time and actually get the chance to be a family again🩵

#thank you for asking! #asks #mickey milkovich #mandy milkovich #iggy milkovich #colin milkovich #Milkovich family #Ian Gallagher #gallavich #fanfic #shameless fanfic #shameless #i know it’s kind of an intense storyline but I feel like them becoming close again would involve some tough stuff maybe

[narrans]

My Borrowed Son | 6 | Learning to Play

Chapter Six | Learning to Play

That night, Amanda and Mel went back to the park with the hand-sized boy and searched around the ground in hopes of finding some additional clues as to why he was all alone. Amanda showed Mel where she had found him and, sadly, there was no sign the area had been disturbed or returned to.

It was heart wrenching.

Was no one looking for him?

Amanda and Mel even set him back down by the base of the bench and walked several steps away, but that proved to be a disaster when the little boy chased after Amanda, whimpering and crying. He even charged into the thick blades of grass after her. It must have looked like a menacing jungle forest, but it didn’t seem to matter.

When Amanda approached, he timidly sniffled and held up his arms, as if to say “hold me” as his little fingers grasped at the air.

Amanda feared that the little boy might have seen something happen to one or both of his parents and that he knew Amanda was his only chance. She brought this up to Mel, who silently seemed to agree.

Needless to say, Mel and Amanda returned back to Amanda’s apartment and spent the evening discussing other facets of life. They had a picnic on the boxes and kept the boy between them as they ate and made plans for how to proceed. He had room to roam, but he mostly kept himself curled in Amanda’s hand and looked back and forth between Mel and her while they talked. He absorbed every word and seemed to know they were talking about him.

Specifically, how they were going to come up with an explanation for his existence without revealing him to the world.

“I’m just afraid of what’ll happen if I take him anywhere else to get him checked out or if they want too much proof. If he’s some kind of new species of human or some kind of government experiment that got out, I don’t want him shuffled off to some containment unit to be experimented on,” urged Amanda.

“I get what you’re saying, Mandy. But, that whole delayed birth certificate is going to be tricky,” reminded Mel. “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

Amanda felt the pressure of the little boy climbing back onto her fingers after retrieving another fragment of cracker and knew her answer immediately.

“Yes, I’m sure. If something happens or if I’m questioned, I’ll find the right things to say. Until then, I can’t just leave him,” replied Amanda. She brushed the boy’s shoulder with her thumb, which he leaned into. His thoughtful brown eyes gazed up at her as he gave her a crumb filled smile.

It was the look on the child’s face that said it all.

Mel and Amanda continued to talk well into the night as the infinitesimal boy fell asleep in Amanda’s hand, cracker on his chest and part of a blanket on his torso. Plans were made to meet up and have another check-up with the boy in a few days as well as plan out how they were going to get some documents for the little boy.

“I guess I’ll be seeing a lot more of you then,” grinned Mel. “No more monthly calls. I got promoted to weekly. Maybe even bi-weekly. All right!” They hugged and then Mel headed home for the night while Amanda shut herself in for the night.

The rule usually is never wake a sleeping baby, but the reasoning of making sure he was cleaned up and ready for bed was too much for Amanda to resist. She made sure the boy was tidy and had a little to drink before carrying him to her room where she placed him back into the box on his bed, fingers laying against him, as the two of them drifted off to sleep.

When Amanda woke up, she saw the little boy was curled fully into her hand using her thumb as a pillow. It was mesmerizing seeing the way his light sandy blonde hair fell over his eyes as he slept peacefully. Amanda had slept much better than the night before, which wasn’t much of a challenge, and was thankful the boy was getting some rest.

Not willing to wake him, Amanda carefully proceeded with the events of her day while keeping her hand level and steady. She kept the blanket from the box draped over him as she washed her face, retrieved her morning coffee, and brought her laptop to her room where she continued to type up her reports with just one hand.

Then, just like the day before, he stirred awake. He looked a little less confused than he did the day before, and his smile was the sunshine of the day as he looked up into Amanda’s eyes.

“Good morning,” she said. “Did you sleep so good? Ready to get some breakfast?” He nodded sleepily and pushed himself upright, looking up at Amanda thoughtfully before she stood and brought him to the bathroom.

While he ate on the kitchen counter, taking little bites and looking around while he chewed, Amanda thought about what kind of life he must have been living up until this point. Specifically, she was concerned when she brought up the concept of “play” and he had little to no reaction.

She wasn’t sure whether or not the boy knew how to play, which made her very sad. He was so sweet and deserved to know how to have fun.

In the meantime, she needed to get back to work. She would have time to devise a way to have fun with him during her lunch break and during dinner. She collected the little boy, making sure he wiped up with a wet washcloth, before bringing him back to her room.

The moment Amanda sat down, she knew working and keeping an eye on the child were going to be a challenge. For one, the little boy was gaining some energy back. Barely thirty-six hours after giving him some food and water and the boy was already climbing over the mountain of blankets on Amanda’s bed. Each one must have looked like a massive, fuzzy hill to the boy, but he didn’t seem to care. He climbed, hand over fist, to the top of each mound and rolled back down.

He never went far, but how quickly and how easily he tumbled down the soft, squashy surface of the comforter made Amanda’s heart pound and skip like a flat stone on water.

Then, the boy took to climbing on Amanda, clambering up her leg and then to her arm where he would try to get to her hands. He was gently plucked up and set to the side each time, which made him smile and, at one point, giggle even.

He seemed like he was having a good time, which was what mattered.

Maybe he did know how to play.

It was finally lunch time, and it was obvious the miniscule boy was hungry. When Amanda asked if he wanted to eat, he nodded and made no protest in climbing onto Amanda’s hand.

His ability to adapt is absolutely astounding. Seriously, he’s already showing so much trust. Is it meant to endear me to him? Like a survival technique? Or is it him actually trusting me?

Amanda thought about it from a perspectives point of view, and she shuddered to think of what it would be like to have something – someone – loom over her and be able to pick her up in a single hand.

He truly is remarkable.

Lunch was a very simple hot ham and cheese sandwich, which Amanda had to pinch because she was worried the boy wouldn’t be able to bite through the thick meat. She made a mental note to get the finely sliced meat next time she went to the store.

It was a surprise when he had no issue with it, small teeth obviously durable and able to tear apart meat.

Good to know thought Amanda.

The second half of the day involved Amanda giving the boy some cotton balls to toss around as well as watching him once again play daredevil and climb the new obstacle course Amanda had created out of pillows and blankets. His youth and size had nothing to do with how quick the little boy was as he darted around and climbed over the tall pillows.

The few times he took a tumble down the blankets, his body seemed to move on its own and instinct let him find the best way to slide down without getting hurt. It made Amanda more curious about what he could and could not do, but she would save those questions for another day.

She had something better in mind than pillows and blankets to test his abilities.

Amanda sent her final emails and messages to her co-workers before hoisting herself off of her bed. Dinner was going to be simple tonight and it was a good thing too. Tonight was going to be about play and fun.

Bringing him with her, Amanda set of into the living room and began laying out all of her boxes that needed unpacking in a kind of maze, creating passages and hallways while the boy took a nap in his much smaller box. She also included other elements like things for him to climb and jump off of.

It was having something occupy her mind that made her feel almost back to normal. She remembered fondly how her father would make elaborate constructions of cardboard and bedsheets just so she and her brother and sister could live in tents for months on end. They even made a joke that they wouldn’t need their rooms because they were going to live in tents for the rest of their lives.

Getting to make something like this now really and truly made Amanda feel like she was sharing part of her childhood with the boy. It made her heart ache slightly. She genuinely thought she would be doing this with her own children one of these days, but getting to do it now let her feel like she was glimpsing a reality that might have come to pass.

Perhaps one day, this dream could happen. Perhaps it wasn’t out of reach. Just the thought of it made her choke up, chest tightening uncomfortably as she stared longingly at the door, expecting the man she once loved to come through the door so they could begin again. Her mind raced and began filling in the blanks when she heard a soft coo from the box.

Amanda was brought back to the present as she glanced toward the sound, reminded of reality and saved from the life that could have been.

Clearing her throat and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, she knelt and peered into the box where she spotted the child standing, hands pressed against the cardboard as he looked for a way out or up onto the ledge.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” smiled Amanda. He looked around and instantly smiled, holding her hands up and making a little grasping motion with his fingers to he could be held. “Good nap? I know. I know. Come on. Let’s get you out of there. I have a surprise for you.”

She rested her hand in the box and the little boy clambered up onto her curled fingers as though he had done it all of his life.

“We’re going to play maze, okay? Like you were playing earlier with the blankets and pillows,” said Amanda. He looked a bit confused at first, but the mention of the pillows and blankets earlier seemed to connect in his youthful mind. So, when Amanda sat on top of the nearest box and laid her hand down into the columns of boxes, it took a few moments for him to see the mounds of pillows for what they were – a playbox.

He carefully walked off of Amanda’s hand and approached the pillows before climbing on top of them. His fists snagged handfuls of fabric as he climbed to the top and, seeing the sheet slide, tumbled all the way down before looking back at Amanda and smiling.

It was like watching him take his first steps, a happiness sparking in Amanda like nothing she had experienced. The boy scuddled up to the edge of the next box and instinctually peered around it before running to the next bundle of blankets and climbing up them. This next one was taller, and his slide down actually made him laugh as he slid down the taut sheets.

It made Amanda’s face light up as she watched him go from activity to activity.

Another element that fascinated her was how the little boy approached the maze. Despite his age, he took the same left turn until he seemed to recognize an area. Only when he recognized where he was that he would add in a new left or right turn. It was almost like he was memorizing the paths Amanda had laid out for him.

The other activities were a little harder for the young child to get. Rolling the marbles and hitting the others made Amanda realize he was strong, but not quite that strong. Chasing him with her running fingers made him squeal in fear until he realized Amanda wasn’t actually chasing him, and soon it was his second favorite next to tumbling down the sheets.

The two of them played in the box maze for nearly an hour before the boy showed any indication of tiring, and even then he was reluctant to return to Amanda because he wanted to rest in the maze and keep playing once he had recovered.

Amanda’s compromise was to let him stay and play as long as he stayed close to the pillows she left him by while she got dinner started. She hurried over to the kitchen and quickly poured in noodles for macaroni and cheese and set the water to boil before hurrying back to the boxes to see the boy. Like she asked, he hadn’t moved from the stack of pillows and was waiting patiently for her to come back just as she said she would.

It wasn’t until the two of them made eye-contact, however, that made Amanda question her action. The boy looked worried, his little chest rising and falling quickly as he looked up at Amanda, before melting into relief. His hands immediately lifted, and he made the familiar grabbing motion for her to pick him up.

Amanda’s mouth slackened as a horrid thought occurred.

Was that what his parents told him? Did they ask him to stay… and he obeyed? Only to be abandoned and left alone?

“Come here, sweetie,” smiled Amanda. “See? I’m back, just like I said I would be.” After a minute, Amanda realized he didn’t want to be left alone, no matter how fun the boxes were, and elected to stay with her. It made her feel guilty and was something Amanda wanted to work on to give him a secure attachment, but it was alright for now.

The rest of the evening went smoothly as they fixed dinner together and ate in relative silence. Amanda decided she needed to wear something with a front pocket so she could place the little boy there while she worked on baking and cooking. The two of them cleaned up in the bathroom, Amanda needing to coax the boy into the water once again, before tucking him into bed all snuggly and clean.

She drifted to sleep with her hand in the box and the feeling of the boy pressed against her fingers. Today was the first of many steps for the two of them. Tomorrow, she would investigate the playground again and keep doing so until she was satisfied no one was truly coming for him.

The thought, however, made her heart hurt. He was growing on her so quickly, but it would be the right thing to do. Even if she, only after a couple of days, was already so attached to the little guy.

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[reasonsmandy]

Dear Eddie Roundtree

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* you're reading part two of — "With Love, Eddie Roundtree"

✧.* summary — Eddie was enchanted by you ever since that night, and he would do anything to be by your side. Including playing detective with his best friend.

✧.* warnings — none

✧.* word count — 2.7k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This was definitely one of my favorites, I hope you like it. I left a kind of message for you guys at the end, if you like my content please take some time to read it :) Good read 🫶🏾

Dear Eddie Roundtree,

I hope this letter finds you well. I've been wanting to write to you for weeks, but I haven't been able to because of everything that's been going on.

As you know, our night together caught the attention of Sub Rosa magazine, and the resulting photos caused a bit of a scandal. Unfortunately, my director is now trying to spin things by having me pretend to be dating my co-star. It's really frustrating, and I've been told not to contact you or see you again.

I did get your letter, though, and I loved it. You're such a good musician! And the tape you left me...I've been listening to it on repeat. Even if you didn't sing all the lines correctly, I think I like your version better.

Please don't try to reach me at the address you sent the letter to again, or my director will go ballistic. Instead, I'm going to leave some clues for you to find me. Keep an eye on my interviews and appearances - I'm going to drop some hints that will lead you to a new way to contact me. If you really want to find me, you'll need to be a little bit of a detective, but I know you're up for the challenge.

I hope you're still thinking about that night like I am. It was pretty amazing, wasn't it? If you're willing to put in the effort to find me, I promise it will be worth it.

Take care,

Y/N L/N.

Eddie read that letter for the tenth time that morning alone, it was as if that paper was the only thing keeping you attached to him. What do you mean by hints and clues? He read your words over and over again hoping to find a meaning among the letters.

He knew you would be worth looking for, and that's what he did for weeks. He filled Warren's head to help him, going in search of every magazine that mentioned your name and they were always on the lookout for any radio that announced that you were going to be there for the press.

"Man, are you sure that's what she meant?" Warren says through a yawn, flipping through the tenth magazine that night.

"Of course I'm sure, I read that letter four hundred times." Roundtree says in frustration.

"Can I read it?" Rojas asks, holding out his hand. He spends a few seconds studying the letter and then starts laughing. "Your girlfriend thinks we're Sherlock Holmes, is that it?"

"It's momentary, Warren," Eddie says, rolling his eyes. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Okay okay, it's not here who said it anymore." He says with a shrug.

They sat for a few minutes in Silence, their ears filled only by the music playing in the background and the sound of pages turning.

Warren flips through the magazines, skimming over articles and interviews until he suddenly stops and lets out a chuckle. "Elementary, my dear Watson," he says laughing, holding up a page for Eddie to see.

"What's so funny?" Eddie asks, looking over his friend's shoulder.

Warren points to a line in the article. "I didn't know that actress had time to read at all," he reads aloud. "Looks like your girlfriend left you a clue in her favorite book."

"Give me that." Eddie pulls the magazine toward him and reads it carefully.

Y/N L/N, our hollywoodian actress is not only entertained with the scripts she has to memorize, check out here the books she is passionate about.

"I confess that in my free time I prefer to read a book instead of drowning myself in work at home. If I were to choose a favorite? Hm... I think it would be "The Shining" for sure, I read it for the first time in the library on 3rd and Maple, I could never forget how this book spoke to me. Oh, and if you happen to see a girl named Diana at that library, tell her that The Shining never gets old."

"That's it Warren!" Eddie gets up from the couch excited.

"I'm a genius." Warren smiled proudly of himself, he took a moment to think. "And now what?"

"Now we go to the library on 3rd and Maple." Roundtree felt like he was getting close to you, and he couldn't wait to feel you again.

…

Eddie and Warren stood outside the library, scanning the area for any signs of their next clue. Eddie read the magazine again, trying to make sense of the cryptic message.

"The Shining never gets old," he muttered to himself. "What the hell does that mean?"

Warren glanced over at Eddie and shrugged. "I don't know, hermano. But we're here now, might as well try to figure it out."

Eddie and Warren entered the library, scanning the place for any sign of the librarian Diana. They spotted her at the front desk, organizing a stack of books.

"Excuse me, miss," Eddie called out to her, approaching the desk. "We were hoping you could help us with something."

Diana looked up, studying Eddie and Warren with a quizzical expression. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

"We're looking for a specific book," Eddie said. "It's called 'The Shining."

Diana's eyes widened slightly in recognition. "Ah, yes. The Shining. A great book. It never gets old."

Eddie and Warren exchanged a look, knowing that those were the exact words you had used in your interview. This was definitely the right place.

"We were actually hoping for a little more help," Eddie said, flashing Diana a charming smile. "You see, we're trying to track down this person for a special project. Would you happen to have any information on her?"

Diana paused, considering their request. "Well, I do have a note she asked me to handle. She's doing an interview on the radio tomorrow at noon. Perhaps that would be a good place to start." She says handing over a note with this written on it

Eddie and Warren exchanged a look of triumph. This was it, the first real lead in their search for you.

"Thank you so much," Eddie said, flashing Diana a grateful smile. "You've been a great help."

As they turned to leave, Diana called out after them. "And remember, The Shining never gets old!"

Eddie and Warren couldn't help but smile, knowing that they had just received their first real clue.

…

"You know what Eddie, I'm enjoying this whole detective thing." Warren says, biting into his sandwich as they both wait in front of the radio for the interview. "In case we go back to eating pocket toast, I'll become a private detective."

Eddie looks at his friend and starts laughing. "The ideas that pop into your head, are you sure this is the right station?"

"We've already checked about twenty times Eddie, relax." Rojas gets up going towards the sink, to wash the glass he had used.

As they wait, the radio host announces the upcoming interview with you, the famous actress who has taken Hollywood by storm. Eddie and Warren look at each other in excitement, knowing this is the moment they've been waiting for.

As your voice comes through the speakers, Eddie leans in closer to the radio, hanging on to every word, Warren takes his notebook ready to make notes. You talk about your life before fame, your struggles, and your favorite places to go. And then talking about your memories, they catch attention about one thing.

"You know, before I became famous, there was this little bar I used to go to all the time. It was called The Blue Note, and it was my favorite spot to unwind after a long day of auditions."

Warren's eyes light up as he recognizes the name of the bar. "I know that place! I used to have a thing with the barista, she was a real fox."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Focus, Warren. We have a clue to follow."

"It was such a special place, I miss going there." Eddie hears your laugh and his heart skips a beat. "The barista there is a great friend of mine, if you go there and meet her one day ask for the Y/N classic. I'm sure you won't regret it, it's delicious!"

"Turns out this barista is going to be very helpful, uh." Eddie looks at Warren who smiles excitedly.

As the interview comes to an end, Eddie and Warren make their way to The Blue Note, ready to see what the next clue will lead them to.

…

The bar is dimly lit, with low hanging lights casting a warm glow over the wooden tables and chairs. The sound of clinking glasses and murmured conversations fills the air, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. The barista, a black woman with curly hair that falls over her shoulders, greets Warren with a warm smile and a playful wink.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to come back," she says, playfully flipping her hair. "I thought you would have found a new favorite spot by now."

Warren grins and leans in closer. "I could never abandon this place, not with you working here."

Warren and her talked for a little bit until Eddie comes inside to join them, ordering the "classic Y/N" and when he does so she looks at him, surprised.

"Oh that's a good one, actually one of my favorites" She says, still smiling and starting the drink. "How do you know the drink? Are you close to her? I say it because she doesn't usually comment with many people that she has this drink here."

"Yeah, she's a good friend of ours," Eddie replies.

The barista nods, "I haven't seen her around in a while. How's she doing?"

"Actually, that's what we're trying to figure out, pretty girl," Warren answers, winking at the barista.

She laughs and flirts back, "Well, if you see her again, tell her Amanda says hi."

Warren takes the opportunity to continue the flirtatious banter, "Sure thing, Amanda. Maybe we'll even bring her along next time we come here."

The barista smiles, "That would be great. By the way, I heard you guys are exploding with the band. You have a show coming up?"

Eddie nods, "Yeah, we do. Why do you ask?"

"Well, Y/N always loved your album, especially the song 'The River'. She likes it so much that maybe one day she'll see it live, like... the next show, who knows," Amanda says with a suggestive tone.

Eddie and Warren exchange a knowing look, realizing that this could be another clue to finding you.

…

As Warren counts down to the beginning of 'The River' Eddie's heart beats faster, his eyes desperately searching the crowd for you. As Daisy danced wildly across the stage, Billy felt the music with everything he had inside him and Warren waved his hair in the wind; he could only scan every face in that audience looking for you.

You had managed to escape all that running around on set, excited to finally see Eddie again, if all went well. You asked your manager to help you get backstage and with the right contacts you were there walking back and forth waiting for the song to end. His hands shook from nervousness, you saw him feeling the music but distressed he was looking for you among everyone there, you smiled with his lost face, you found it so cute.

"Miss L/N, Mr Roundtree's dressing room has been cleared for you." A security guard tells you, guiding you to the place.

Eddie's energy dropped as he didn't notice you in the middle of everyone, he felt a tightness in his chest thinking that maybe deep down all this had been a big delusion, a huge coincidence, a mistake, or maybe a bad joke. Warren noticed his abstinence in the environment and knew his friend would be upset, and after they thanked the audience, Rojas handed him a bottle of water.

"I'm sorry man, I really thought we were close." Warren tries to comfort his friend who just shakes his head, heading towards his dressing room.

As Eddie walks into his dressing room, he closes the door behind him and takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the disappointment of not finding you in the crowd.

But then he hears a soft voice behind him, "You know, Eddie, it's not that hard to find me."

He turns around to see you standing there, leaning against the door with a coy smile on your face. You're wearing a sleek black dress that shows off your curves, and your hair is styled in loose waves that frame your face perfectly.

Eddie's eyes widen in surprise as he stares at you, almost unable to believe that you're really there. "Pretty girl… didn't see you in the crowd."

"I know," you say, walking towards him. "I wanted to surprise you. And I thought I'd wait until the song was over, so I could have you all to myself."

Eddie's heart starts to race as you approach him, and he can feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He's been waiting for this moment for so long, and now that it's finally here, he can hardly believe it.

As you reach him, you put your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating under your touch.

"I've missed you, Eddie," you whisper, looking up at him with a mix of longing and desire in your eyes, he doesn't wait any longer and kisses you tenderly.

As you continue to kiss, your bodies press together, and your hands roam each other's bodies, exploring and rediscovering the curves and dips that you have longed for. Eddie's hands glide up and down your back, tracing the outline of your beautiful dress, while yours wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. You break the kiss for a moment, both breathing heavily, your eyes locked in an intense gaze.

Eddie leans down to kiss your neck, feeling your soft skin against his lips, while you run your fingers through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Your bodies move as one, your passion building with each passing moment, until you are lost in a whirlwind of desire.

After that intense make out, Eddie pulls away slightly to look into your eyes. His breath is heavy, and his heart is pounding in his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear.

"I've missed you so much," he says, his voice low and husky.

"I've missed you too," you reply, smiling up at him.

Eddie takes your hand and leads you to the couch in his dressing room, pulling you onto his lap. He holds you close, his hands running up and down your back.

"I don't ever want to be away from you again," he whispers in your ear.

"And you won't have to, my recordings are over today." You say wrapping your arms around his neck. "After the press tour I'm finally free."

"I can't wait to have you all to myself." He says kissing you again, having you around was wonderful.

You hear the door behind you open, the drummer was there with his sticks in hand, a wide smile on his face and arms crossed. "I'm a wonderful detective!" He says laughing, before leaving.

...

Hi, I hope you are well. Passing by to let you know that next week my content will be relatively less frequent, I usually post every day but I confess that my creativity is really crappy... So, as I feel that the feedback has been smaller too, I will dedicate myself more to your requests and try to deliver my best, I'm trying to write things that are not very similar to what I've already posted here, so if you want to make me a request (especially if it's about djats actors) tell me what exactly do you want me to write that is different from the other stories I brought on my profile.

I'll be writing your requests until next week (but if you sent me something and I couldn't write it by then, don't worry, when my exams are over I will write) because after that my college exams will come and I'll be swamped studying, I hope you don't forget about me in my absence :)

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[g00mbers]

• Chester x Reader (Fluff) 》

On behalf and request of someone!

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You've decided to visit your Jester boyfriend , who fortunately had nothing to do but be funny on most of his shifts , which worked perfectly for him!.

You can't really remember when you fell for him , but in some way he fell for you too , and like hard , slipping on a banana peel type of falling. 

You finally arrived at your destination , You arrived with a basket of sweets of all sorts. It was kind of ironic to bring more sweets to a sweet kingdom but you'd thought it would make a nice touch of detail.

As you arrived the first person to welcome you was Mandy , she opened the door and to be honest , she fortunately seemed a bit more accessible and in a good mood , if you could tell , Chester hasn't played a prank on her ,yet.

"Hey Mandy!" You spoke , grabbing a bit more tightly the basket of sweets you had in hand. 

"Oh , Hey there! , Chester's been waiting for you All day!"

You tilted your head a bit in confusion 

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't stopped talking about you , which I'm kinda thankful for that , since he has absolutely forgotten to play a prank on me today" She said proudly , placing her hand on her chest.

"Oh no I haven't!" Chester said as he grabbed a rope , and you automatically backed up , As chester pulled it , it motioned a Bucket on the top of the door , full of confetti and glitter , to fall in Mandy's Head 

"UGH! CHESTER how many times- These will be so hard to clean!!!" Mandy said in desperation as she got the bucket out and coughed glitter out

"WOOPS!" Chester giggled smoothly as he slides in the scene

"I'll kill you!" Mandy said glaring at him with pure hate

"Nuh uh! If you get the glitter and confetti fast enough then it'll be easier to get rid of~" He spoke in an "singing" kind of way 

Mandy groaned as she rapidly stormed off the room to clean her clothes

"Woah , it's the first time i have ever seen Mandy let you go so easily" You chuckled before looking back at him

"She doesn't usually attack me in front of customers" Chester shrugged in a cheery way

You could only giggle at his response , before realizing you were still holding your basket , and immediately offering it to him.

"Awww for me? You didn't have t-" Chester said as he Coed mockingly , and reached in for the basket.

 You immediately snapped shut the Picnic Basket before his hand touched it 

"Not now! , it's a surprise , silly!" You smirked 

"Ow you almost cut off my hand!" He said in an exaggerated and pained expression as he held his own hand

You could only laugh as you took his hand and began leading him

 "I hope your hand isn't hurt enough for this then" You said while still holding his hand

"Ready for the date of your life? I'll  make sure to tag you if I take pics!" Chester began to trot in place while slightly pulling you motioning you for a "let's go!" , he was clearly excited to see all the sweets you brought!.

After walking for a bit , you finally made it to a comfy spot , just down the tree where the shade hit perfectly , where you two placed the picnic down in the floor and began accommodating the blankets

 , food and stuff.

"Now we're all settled!" You chirped happily as you sat down , patting a place for him to sit besides you

"Alrighty , coming down!" He tried to sit down but seated in an uncomfortable motion, there were also some noises that sounded like wrapping papers...

"You got something there?" You asked  curiously.

"Well...You thought only my bells made noise? , because!" He said as he lifted up one of his pants leg a bit , dropping tons of candy that were hidden in Chester's pants

"...You had those there the entire time?" You pointed at the fallen candy as you looked confused

"I mean...not the entire day! But I stole a few from Mandy!" Chester picked up some candy from the blanket as he began unwrapping it and throwing them to his mouth

"But if i gotta be honest , we probably don't want to tell her!" He whispered before backing up , still eating the candy with a smug look on his face.

You then continued chuckling as you grabbed the candy and began unwrapping and eating one by one , until you finally spoke again

"Got any more surprises"? You leaned in closer to his face , as he flushed red for a second before looking to the side and playing it off as a laugh.

"Only one" He looked to the floor as he then pointed up , as you lifted your view up , you could see a mistletoe hanging on a tree branch. 

You looked up for some seconds , before realizing what was he talking about and you began speaking

...

"Chester it's nowhere near christma-" before you could continue speaking , Chester planted a soft kiss in your lips , You got completely caught off guard as he did this , but soon enough you warmed up to it and leaned in to kiss him back , but unfortunately , the kiss was soon cut short as he leaned back and smiled to himself proudly , meanwhile you looked absolutely flustered and confused , but happy.

"Oh by the way you got a little something  on your face" He said smugly , before getting up and wiping off the dust of the floor off his pants 

"Sorry for the short time! It's probably best if I come back before Mandy makes confetti out of me... But it was good to see you though!" He blew a kiss at you ,  before trotting off again , still giggling to himself

As you saw him go , you noticed that his lips were tinted in a weird blueish-color ...was he wearing something?. 

You immediately took your phone  and searched for the camera as you remembered the "You got a little something" comment

And then you saw yourself with the same lipstick color smeared in your face , and as you tried to wipe it out...the color didn't even move.

You just continued staring at him as you saw him go , your face still red and thinking about him and the whole situation , before realizing you just got both charmed and pranked on the same day.

Now you guess you'll have to walk all around Starr park looking like a clown... But it was still a part of your wonderfully funny Jester boyfriend. 

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[fanfiction101]

Jareth x fem! reader

Hi everyone, another Jareth x fem! reader fanfic. If you have any requests feel free to let me know! :) love you!

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, other than that there is fluff

It was a cloudy day in the goblin city.

From the moment I woke up, no sun had made an appearance. But, I didn't mind... at least until Jareth notified me that he had a runner in the labyrinth.

Now, usually if it were a child or a defenseless old person, I would scold him and beg him to send them back without any harm or memory of it. But, the majority of the time, it was someone who truly deserved it.

"Who is it today?" I asked over breakfast.

Jareth frowned, "A man, about middle age. He wished his child away because he had stated that he didn't want her anymore."

I stood up quickly, "Where is the poor thing?"

"In one of the guest rooms is asleep. She should be waking up sometime soon. I'll have the goblins see to her care." He said taking a sip of his drink.

I frowned. I was a sister myself and as much as I love the goblins, I don't exactly trust a child's safety with them.

I said, "Um, dear, since you are going to be busy, would you at all mind if I care for her during her stay. I don't know if the goblins-"

And on that note we heard a crash in the kitchen next door and shouts of laughter and cusses. I looked at Jareth with a knowing look and he exchanged the same one.

"I see your point darling. You may."

I smiled, "Thank you love."

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It wasn't long before the small girl woke up.

She was understandably frightened. I wore a simple dress, not to scare the poor thing even more.

I approached her slowly and with a soft voice said, "Hello sleepy head. Did you sleep well?" I crouched down to her height sitting on the bed.

"Where am I?" She said in a worried tone. "Where is my daddy?"

My smile slightly faltered. How could I explain such a complicated thing to such a small child. "Well, this is the Goblin City and your daddy is playing a game at the moment."

"What kind of game?" the small girl asked in a curious tone.

"A complicated game for grown ups. My name is Queen (y/n). What is yours?" I said, trying to change the subject.

"Mandy." she said. "And I'm four!" She proudly held up three fingers in the air.

"Four? My, aren't you a big girl?" I said in an up beat tone.

"Mhm!" She said with a proud look.

"Well Mandy, while your daddy is away, how would you like to be a princess for the day?"

I knew I played the right move when her eyes lit up.

"Really?" She asked.

"Absolutely!" I responded.

Throughout the day, I hope that I treated Mandy to a wonderful day. We did every activity that Mandy wanted, even if I was constantly detouring her from the throne room as I didn't want to overwhelm her.

It wasn't until Mandy wanted to play dress up in my gowns did I notice something that made my blood boil. As she was playing, her shirt lifted up and I noticed a red streak along her back.

I gasped and asked Mandy to come over. I accidentally touched her back and she squeaked in pain.

"Honey, are you hurt?"

She didn't say anything.

"Can I help you heal it?"

She nodded and I told her to stay put. I rushed to the bathroom and grabbed a first aid kit. On my way back, I stopped by the throne room, hoping Jareth was there. I threw open the door and was relieved that he was there.

"Jareth!" I yelled, slightly startling him.

His face turned concerned. "is everything alright? Is the girl alright?"

"Is that son of a bitch near the end?" I asked.

Jareth laughed. "Not even close! the lazy lump is sitting against a wall, not doing a thing!"

I sighed in relief, "Good."

Jareth then asked, "Is everything okay? You have the first aid kit."

"He beats her. Her skin is red and raw. I'm on my way to treat it. But Jareth, what is going to happen to her?" I asked.

"I don't know." Jareth admitted.

I sighed in frustration. "If she stayed here, I don't know how to raise a child. I barely know what I'm doing at the moment. Does she have a mother on earth?"

Jareth shook his head. He pulled me into a hug and brushed my hair with his fingers. "It'll be okay. We will figure something out, okay?"

I nodded into his chest, "Okay." I pulled my head and he kissed my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too." He said.

I stepped away and rushed back towards the clothing closet.

I treated Mandy's woulds with a magic cream and some bandages.

"Okay hon, in 10 minutes it'll stop hurting, but don't remove the bandages until I say so, alright?" I said taping her bandages closed.

"Okay." She said.

A little while later, it was dinner time. I asked what Mandy's favorite foods were and requested them to the goblin cooks. Right before dinner, Jareth pulled me aside and told me that the father failed.

"So what do we do now with the kid?" I asked in a panic.

"Calm down," Jareth said putting his hand on my shoulders. "I found a couple above ground who desperately wants a child but can't have one. We will erase and create memories of them. They seem like good people and will treat her right. She can start over in a happy family."

I breathed out. I smiled and hand in hand we walked into the dinning room. Mandy was by now, not shy to talk. She inquired Jareth about how he got his hair co "crazy" and proudly stated how she was four and the tallest in her friend group.

After dinner was done, me and Jareth shared a look.

We told her that we were going to see her dad but when we sat her down, we gave her a cookie that wiped her memories. Jareth shifted the memories that were good to be of the couple.

He then traveled to the couple's home and shifted their memories to place Mandy in as well as their house to make it seem that Mandy was there all along.

When he came back, we were both exhausted.

I took a shower and when I came back to our bedroom, I saw him sitting on the bed, reading a book. I walked over to the massive walk-in closet and grabbed a short, silk green sleeping gown. I changed and walked to the bed.

Jareth looked up and had a mischievous smile on his face. "Hello gorgeous."

I smiled, "Hey." I flopped onto the cushy comforter on my side of the bed. As I crawled under the covers, I hear Jareth put his book aside and turn off the light.

He shifted towards me and I felt his arms snake around my waist and his body against mine.

He kissed my neck, slowly kissing down my shoulder.

Out of the blue I said, "Thank you."

Jareth stopped and said "For what?"

"For giving Mandy a good home."

Jareth was quiet for a moment and then said, "You know you did a wonderful job with Mandy."

I had a small smile on my face.

"You would be a great mother one day, you know?"Jareth continued.

"I don't know. I just felt so, unprepared. Like I didn't know what I was doing."

"Still, you were amazing. You always are."

I giggled when I realised something. "Jareth... do you have baby fever?"

He scoffed, "Maybe."

"You would be a great father."

"Two parents who don't know what they are doing then." He said.

"Maybe someday." I said almost in a whisper. I leaned over to kiss him. As I tried to pull away, he only leaned in more, making this kiss deeper and more passionate. He lifted his hand to my cheek and his other hand migrated towards my thigh.

"Maybe..."Jareth whisper into the kiss

#jareth x reader #labyrinth 1986 #jareth the goblin king

[redwiccanrobin]

He probably wasn’t allowed to cry throughout his life. From every scraped knee to lashing he would receive would probably be dealt in silence. Maybe just sitting on the floor of his room, biting down on his palm as his eyes sting. Of course he couldn’t cry in front of Terry. Probably couldn’t cry in front of Mandy, Iggy, or Colin. Milkovichs don’t cry.

Then he met a boy. A boy with bright green eyes, red hair, freckles dotting his beautiful face. A boy who made him feel things he never thought he would. He finally had someone who made him honest to god smile. Honest to god laugh. For a while, he forgot who’s son he was. Forgot that he was meant to play this role, this character that he wasn’t just to satisfy his father. He was allowed to just be Mickey when he was with Ian.

Sometimes I think of young Mickey. How scared he must have been throughout his childhood. Always on guard, always waiting for something bad to happen. Of course, this is an element of trauma that many of us have faced. But that doesn’t make it any less heartbreaking to know that this boy with the sweet smile dealt with that as well.

Like Mickey, a lot of us weren’t allowed simple things like crying. We had to suppress those elements in order to survive. We couldn’t show the kindness in us, we had to be a little mean. Because who’s to say that the person we want to be kind to won’t hurt us as well?

Terry was trying to snuff out parts of Mickey. He was trying to snuff out the goodness of his son. He probably wanted another version of himself. For a long time it seemed like he had succeeded. He was most likely gleeful at that. It wasn’t Mickey he would look at, it was him.

But we see throughout the show how different Mickey is from Terry. We see this individual who, yes, is rough and harsh at many points. But on the other side is kind, silly, loving, protective. A man who cares so very deeply for those around him. A man who cries over the death of his own abuser just because that’s who he is.

Many of us who have been abused have this deep seated fear that we’re going to end up exactly like them. Mickey feels the same way as he voiced it at many points throughout the show. He fears he’ll be a bad father specifically due to the harm that Terry inflicted on him. Because that’s what abuse does to you sometimes. It makes you doubt yourself. Makes you doubt that you could be a good and noble person. Makes you believe that there’s a monster growing inside of you and no matter how fast you run, it’ll catch you.

Yet, that’s not always the case, is it? In season 11, we see Mickey forced to take care of the man who put him through hell. He’s hesitant, uncomfortable, tired. But he still does it, still takes care of the man because no one else will. Because he wants to be better than that, he voices to his husband. I think in Terry’s final days the man is struck with his failure. Not only in the fact that he was a bad father and nothing can change that now. But he failed in the fact that he wasn’t able to snuff out the good and kind nature of his son. Wasn’t able to make a carbon copy of himself through Mickey.

There’s a relief and hope through stories such as Mickey’s. Relief and hope for those of us who were in his same position. Scared that we’ll be the same as those who hurt us. We feel comfort with Mickey and characters like him. Because they show that you can be better and stronger than the one that made you shake in terror.

#shameless #shameless us #shameless meta #mickey milkovich

[power-chords]

Herein lies a contradiction typical of extreme mainstream culture in film, which cannot but be ambitious (the amount of money invested in it requires it) but has to contain (in both senses of “checking” and “enclosing”) the potential it is forced to make use of. In Red Dragon this happens by means of the utterly impoverishing psychological proto-narrative involving the main evil character, a boy, we are shown, who was raised by a domineering grandmother and whose memories still haunt him. But if this subtext fails to completely mediate an abused childhood with the posthuman Red Dragon, it serves the purpose of inserting the family space as both the origin of the problem and the realm of its possible solution. Reba McClane, a blind woman who works with Dolarhyde, is not shocked by his looks and eccentric behavior; she represents an equal, someone who also has a “disability” but who manages to function well in society. She is a source of hope inasmuch as with her the Red Dragon’s evil could be tamed by the formation of a nuclear family. If only Dolarhyde had not misrepresented the relationship between Reba and Ralph Mandy, another coworker, so the film makes us wonder, then there would be a way out for him, a passage from the dark and dangerous world of writing/reading to that of the lack of ambiguity in the conflict-free home.

Mediating between the hero and villain is the third pivotal element of the film: the police and the FBI. It is Crawford himself who takes Graham away from what we are led to see as paradise, and it is the FBI and the police who provide the material support needed for him to read and reconstitute what passes through Dolarhyde’s mind. What they obviously represent is a social apparatus of repression, one which, again, evinces the most astounding development from the stone-age computers in Manhunter to the up-to-date digitalized network of identification and decoding. It would be tempting to posit an en abîme structure in this case, whereby the technological development undergone by the police would be a miniature of, and would stand for, the film itself in relation to its precursor. But whether or not one relies on this clue, the parallels between the police and mainstream film are worth paying attention to, for both are socially prominent and aspire to be ubiquitous. (The camera indeed has come to perform both roles of universal instrument of surveillance and fundamental means of representation, as the verb “to shoot” and its derivatives attest.)

Furthermore, there is something revealing in the kind of opulence at stake here, not only in the habitually exorbitant Hollywood film budget (by now an important part of any mainstream film advertisement campaign) but also in the amount of resources available to repressive apparatuses. Perhaps one has to live in a Third World country, as I do, to be able to recuperate something of the amazement coming from the disproportionality between that one individual, Dolarhyde, and the State’s inextinguishable resources. From the point of view of its employees (state policemen, FBI agents, all sorts of technicians), an interesting dialectics takes place, whereby the agents of repression renounce the division between their private lives and their work in order to guarantee that this division remain absolute. As for material resources, their total deployment of means is redolent of the purest totalitarian fantasy: in a film where realism seems only to be left aside in the murderer’s pathological, delirious transgression, one might very well ask if this apparently infinite availability—of helicopters, 24-hour personnel, computers, and so forth—is not somehow fanciful, even in the case of a famous serial killer deserving abundant news coverage. The suspicion may very well arise, that is, that in this perfect working of the repressive machine (no one on vacation here, no single computer breakdown, no one using any equipment when it is not needed, no space for a lazy “let’s-do-it-tomorrow” attitude) a social truth is manifested: that writing/reading is dangerous and that to combat it there are no limits to the State apparatuses of counter-reading.

—Fabio Akcelrud Durão, "A Short Circuit of Reading: Red Dragon as Anti-Theory," 2004. Emphasis mine.

#fabio akcelrud durão #red dragon #thomas harris #manhunter 1986 #red dragon 2002 #literary theory #heat 2 midrash

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

In what ways do you think Mickey and Mandy are similar when it comes to attachment/relationships? In what ways are they different?

i let this ask get a week old and i’m disappointed in myself because i’ve been thinking about this constantly.

both of their love languages are acts of service. mickey: getting shot TWICE for ian, coming out for him, caring for ian, paying for ian’s vitamins, researching bipolar, going to prison for ian, almost dying/killing for him several times, etc. mandy: helping ian by pretending to date him, applying to colleges for lip, letting lip crash with her, acting like lip’s wife and doing everything for him, making that pedo teacher leave chicago, etc.

they attach themselves to their lover, and when they get attached, they’re VERY attached. mickey took a while to show it openly, but he attached pretty quickly. once he got out of juvie he went back to ian, which says enough for me. and mandy attaches herself easily, ian stood up for her once, and mandy, who clearly had never had a man show her kindness, attached herself. they attach themselves, then destroy themselves over it.

mickey can hide it better, and mandy can’t. that’s how they’re different. but mickey had to hide it, and mandy didn’t. this makes mickey bottle everything up and ruin himself, and this makes mandy more vulnerable, ruining herself.

mickey doesn’t really take the same shit that mandy does. mandy will take anything. you can scream at her, insult her, hit her, do anything to her and she’ll allow it. mickey, at least early seasons mickey, wouldn’t put up with shit. he certainly didn’t put up with ian in 10x08 or 10x09.

also, i found kenyatta and byron a bit similar. like, they were very different, but mandy/mickey used them to make their partner jealous, except, mandy got stuck and was hurt by him (physically and emotionally), and mickey left byron in a second for ian.

i think that they, as well as every other character, was hurt so badly as a chid, and was never shown proper love, that they didn’t know how to love or how to be loved. mickey���s figuring it out, slowly. mandy never did, but hopefully she will.

i hope this is a good answer but idk lol

#shameless #shameless meta #meta #mandy milkovich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #gallavich #shameless us #kenyatta shameless #byron shameless #meta post #character analysis #gallavich meta

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Could you do #9 with Steve please Amber!

Thank you for the sleepy ask Mandy!

You were simply drained. Not the regular kind where you would get a few hours and then felt refreshed.

These were symptoms of your monthly aunt flow. It sucked all the energy out of you, leaving you feeling like you were barely hanging on at the moment. And it had been like this for the past several days. You were ashamed to find out on date night you had passed out on Steve's chest while watching a movie.

He had carried you to bed, sure to get you comfy and spoon behind you all night, his warmth keeping you relaxed in his arms.

Today was worst though and as you trudged to the kitchen to get some caffeine, your large super soldier who was a menace in your bed and the equivalent of a golden retriever dog the rest of the time blocked your path.

"Steve, I need the coffee." You sighed as you went to move around him but he was so warm and when his arms circled you, you didn't put up a fight, you just leaned into him.

"Doll, you need the bed." He muttered softly, scooping you easily into his arms. You let your face nuzzle into his neck, cuddling into his chest while you protested.

"I was gonna go back to bed. I don't have work. But I do have to do stuff."

He carried you back towards the bedroom, shaking his head gently. "No, you really don't. I took a look at your schedule baby and I already have someone taking care of it all."

"You do?" You asked incredulously while he eased you back into the soft bed.

"Trust me, I have it all handled," Steve assured you while easing down next to you. You smiled a bit, giving a relieved sigh as you reached up to cup his face, enjoying the feel of him in your hand.

"I wish you could stay."

"Well Sweetheart, as a matter of fact, I called in sick.  Now we can stay in bed and snuggle all day.” Steve said as he pulled you in against his side, allowing you to lean against his supportive body while he tugged the blankets over the both of you.

"Really?" You asked hopeful, unable to contain your question in your happiness to have the whole day with steve.

"Really Baby, I want to take care of you. I love you Y/N." He pressed a kiss to your lips while rubbing at your back, letting you really relax for the first time in days.

"I love you too Steve."

#amber answers #steve rogers x reader #sleepy prompts #amber writes #sweater writes

[deedala]

What do you think about Sandy and the whole "she has a kid" situation? I never felt like I really understood what was going on there.

Would you call Sandy bi? I know she calls herself gay, but the show is notoriously biphobic.

Finally, do you think Sandy is short for anything?

I also found the whole timeline of when exactly Sandy left her husband and son very unclear and I remain confused about it. Prince called Sandy "mom" but then she said "dont call me that". So i kind of get the sense he knows who she is but she hasnt been with them for quite awhile? I dunno. I really cant work it out and so i havent thought too hard about it. Prince didn't seem very attached to her and he didn't seem to take her absence personally, he very matter of factly started to tell Debbie about how his dad told him about how people make choices (i think he gets interrupted and never quite finishes this speech). But also did we ever find out why Royal was originally trying to chase down Sandy that first time he starts shouting for her outside the Gallagher house?? I feel like we don't find out what that was about. What in the world was that about.....??? So much is left unexplained, like the writers just wanted to skip ahead to Debbie and Sandy falling apart over it 😒

The show does indeed get weirdly randomly biphobic! But it seems like Sandy is supposed to be a lesbian and she only ever says she's gay, so i dunno i guess i go with that? I'll just be over here clinging to veronica, they can pry her bisexuality out of my cold dead hands.

SANDY, is it short for another name?? You know what I honestly kind of like the idea that it's not. I did a little google and it suggested that Sandy is often a nickname for Alexandra or Cassandra. But I think I like the idea that Sandy's mom, whoever the fuck she was, just liked the name Sandy. (I actually feel the same way about Mandy, i dont know why but the idea of her having the full name Amanda just seems so OFF to me lol) alright well theres my sandy thoughts i hope they were satisfying answers, anon!!

#asks🌱 #Anonymous

[astaraels]

Femslash February — Day 2 — Dreams

fem!gallavich; Ian dreams of kissing Mickey. (ao3) @m4ndysk4nkovich @holymurdock @echosluvr @callivich

There was something about Mickey Milkovich that Ian couldn’t get out of her head. It wasn’t a surprise, exactly; they’d been working together all summer at the Kash and Grab after Ian convinced Mr. Karib to take on Mickey for the security gig. He still felt guilty about his wife shooting Mickey, and Ian wasn’t above using that to get Mickey a job for her parole. She’d been out of juvie a month now, and getting to spend nearly every day together was practically a dream come true for Ian. Sure, they were hooking up in the back cooler five times a day when they could get away with locking the front door for twenty minutes at a time, but they were also just…hanging out. Shooting the shit, being dumb teenagers, having fun together. Mickey was good at her new job, too, her reputation in the neighborhood enough to keep dumbass kids from stealing candy bars and pop bottles.

And then there were the sticky summer nights, where Ian and Mickey spent nearly as much time together as Ian did with Mandy—sometimes the three of them hanging out together and running all over the South Side, just taking the time to be. Mandy, thank fuck, still didn’t have a clue about her sister and Ian, which was just as well. Part of Ian wanted Mickey all to herself, a little secret that she could hold onto. And Ian was sure that Mickey felt the same way, even if she didn’t say as much. Mickey never talked about her feelings or anything like that. Hell, she still never let Ian kiss her on the mouth. Other places? Oh, fuck yeah. Ian took advantage of that every chance she got. And if she shoved Mickey up against the wall in the storage room at work, one hand down the front of her jeans to touch her in that certain way Ian knew Mickey liked best, and if she got her mouth on the back of Mickey’s neck, well. Mickey never pushed her away when she did that. Ian would take it as a win.

But in her dreams—oh, in Ian’s dreams, Mickey let Ian get her on her back. Let her press her down into a bed of expensive sheets (usually some kind of fancy hotel, where they could be alone and fuck the way Ian always wanted to with her) and kiss her like she was drowning and Mickey was her only source of oxygen. In those dreams, Mickey opened up willingly for Ian, her lips and tongue all hot and wonderful against Ian’s own. She loved the thought of biting at Mickey’s lips until they were all beautiful and red. Wanted to fuck her face to face, see the bloom of a blush spread across Mickey’s cheeks, down her neck and across her chest. Couldn’t help but want to see that flush darken as Ian pulled her shirt off, then unclasped her bra and took it away, leaving Mickey bare and open for Ian to look at and drink her fill.

In her dreams, Mickey let Ian do anything and everything she could think of—Ian had a vivid imagination, especially where Mickey was involved—and Ian drank in the other girl’s cries and moans, pressed her thighs till they fell open and Ian could nestle between them and devour her until she came, over and over again. Mickey’s thighs were one of Ian’s favorite things; the soft skin over hard muscle, the way they trembled under Ian’s touch even as Mickey growled for Ian to get the fuck on with it, Gallagher, I ain’t got all fuckin’ day. But one day, Ian hoped, they’d have the chance to take it slow. To recreate the best part of Ian’s dreams, even if it was just in Ian’s twin bed. She’d kick Debbie out, lock the door, and make Mickey come undone with hands and lips and and tongue.

Maybe it was nothing but a dream, a faint possibility that Ian clung onto in the sticky summer nights, when she turned towards the wall and slid a hand down under the fabric of her pajama pants, fingers touching herself in just the right way to relieve the ache. It’s not the same as when Mickey touched her, those small, slender fingers knowing just the right way to make Ian throw her head back and gasp in pleasure, but this was a decent second place. She’d had plenty of practice in keeping quiet, too, and when she came it was with the thought of Mickey’s lips against her own.

In Ian’s dreams, Mickey would smile at her, call her Ian instead of Gallagher, and pull her in close for a kiss. Ian knew that Mickey would have to stand on her tiptoes to reach, and the mental picture it created for her made her smile, giggling a little against Mickey’s lips. Mickey would just scoff and smack Ian’s cheek lightly, say something like keep laughing and I ain’t kissing you again, even as she’d move in for another, and another, and another. Ian knew she’d never be tired of Mickey’s kisses.

Sometimes when they were together, in the bright sunlight at a baseball game or in the darkened theater at the movies, Ian found herself glancing over at Mickey’s lips. And of course Mickey caught her doing it, now and again. Depending on the mood she was in, she’d maybe give Ian a sharp elbow to the ribs and call her a fucking lesbo; other times, her bright blue eyes got a little darker and she licked her lips, like she was thinking of the same thing Ian was. But she never made a move, and Ian never pushed further, no matter how much she ached to press their lips together, let their tongues meet, seal their mouths against one another’s like they were shotgunning a joint.

Maybe it was wishful thinking on Ian’s part. Maybe she was just seeing things she wanted to see. And sure it was frustrating, not being able to kiss Mickey in the way she really wished she could, but Ian could be patient. She could press her lips to the back of Mickey’s neck, to her shoulder, to the place between her breasts, and taste the salt of her skin regardless. In her dreams, though, Mickey takes the first step, slides her fingers through Ian’s long, red hair and pulls her in for a kiss that makes Ian’s toes curl. Sure, Ian might wake up disappointed—she wanted the real thing, after all—but for the moment, she would keep dreaming. And one day, she’d get to feel what Mickey’s lips truly taste like.

#fem!gallavich #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shamelessfemslash #femslash february #leinth writes fic #again i know i'm late but sssshhhhh #first of several ficlets i'll be posting up today sorry not sorry #gallavich fanfic #shameless