#how about a milkovich show

[ninoochat]

alternate universe shameless but it's about the milkovich family. they dont tone down terry, he's a nazi and a child molester. they show you all the trauma those siblings went through.

but they also show you when mandy, age 5, came home with a bruised knee, colin and iggy tracked down who pushed her at school and made his face bleed. or when mickey always made sure to block her door when he knew terry would be black out drunk, sadly he wasnt always there to protect her. or when their mother left and mandy started to cook so her brothers would be cared for. they show you the love bubble the siblings had to create in order to survive in this household. they also show you the awful coping mechanisms, the violence, the ptsd.

when did they all realize their life was fucked? when did they stop trying at school? mickey is shown to be quick with maths and he is also an artist and they never show that part of him. maybe one of them played an instrument (garage punk band era anyone?) but eventually had to stop to keep up with terry's shady activities. perhaps jamie and mickey knew they were both gay but never actually dared talk about it, but then on their wedding day jamie made sure all the guests were properly guided to the venue.

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

shameless fans who appreciate every single character, even if they dislike them, because they awknolege their writing and plot and understand why they are the way they are>>>

[starboye]

starring: lip gallagher x male reader

request: Lip Gallagher and S/N Milkovich Mickey's twin brother (they are not identical), Lip never liked boys until Mickey's brother came back to town, something cute, where they start off sharing a cigar.

warnings: fluff, kissing, smoking, mentions of weed

lip had never ever liked guys, that was his brother ians thing, lip had always been known to fuck bitches, be a smart kid, and you'd occasionally see him around drinking but there was something different about you, y/n milkovich who he just couldn't get out of his mind since the first day he saw you.

"hey who's that with mickey" lip asks ian taking a swig of his beer as he watched you with mickey "y/n, mickeys twin brother" ian answered taking a puff of his cigarette "i didn't know mickey had a brother" lip says "me too but mickey says he's been living with a distant relative for some time and just came back to town" ian says before flicking the cigarette aside and walking into the gallagher house.

lip admired you for a while before following ian into the house, as he slept that night he couldn't get you off his mind, your cute face and beautiful features rolling around in his mind as he layed there, he soon fell asleep but woke up later to the sounds of ian and mickey bickering about something.

he walked down stairs to see both of them arguing and turned to see you leaned against the door frame, you gave him a little wave and rolled your eyes at mickey fighting with ian, lips breath hitched in his throat the moment he saw you, and he looked horrible, hair still a mess for sleeping and in his underwear making you snicker a little.

he ran back upstairs and fixed himself up a little before coming back down stairs and getting something to drink "are they always like this" you ask lip and he nods "it's kind of a normal thing around here" lip nervously chuckles, you take notice to this and get an idea.

"wanna get outta here" you ask pulling out some weed and a lighter from your pocket and showing lip "yeah sure" lip says and you lead the way onto the front porch and sit on the steps, lip sitting down next to you, you could still vaguely hear ian and mickey arguing.

"so you're mickeys twin brother right" lip asks still awkward "id rather just say brother, i don't wanna be known as the twin to that dick head of a man" you laugh rolling up the weed and licking the paper, lip watches the way your tongue laps at the piece of paper.

"how about you" you ask glaring over to lip "huh" lip questions breaking out of his trance on your mouth "i mean your ians brother right" you chuckle "uh yeah" lip stammer "are you okay dude" you ask lighting the weed and inhaling the smoke.

"yeah just thinking" lip lies "well then just stop thinking and do it" you say handing the weed to him and puffing out your smoke "yeah i guess i should" lip says inhaling the weed to gain the courage to make his move, he blows out the smoke and turns to you "hey y/n-" he begins to say but it cut off by the feeling of your lips touching his.

he melts into the kiss and brings his hand to caress your cheek before sliding both his hands down to hold your hips, keeping the cigarette in between his fingers as you both pull from the kiss, his lips still chasing after yours for more contact he was desperate for.

"since you were being to much of a pussy to do it yourself" you laugh and grab the weed from him and smoke it, lip still shocked by the kiss, he actually enjoyed it and he didn't expect that "you guys are so gay for that" you hear mickey say and he takes the weed from you "whatever, fuck you" you chuckle, lip hiding his face behind his hands.

"well look at us now the homo squad" ian jokes nudging lip on the shoulder "that doesn't mean i'm going on double dates with you guys" you say getting up from the steps "oh absolutely fucking not" mickey agrees before you snatch the weed from him "it could be cute" lip finally speaks up "let's think about it over some drinks" ian says and you all start walking to the alibi

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©starboye productions

[0-n-1-x]

Hellooo! Could you write something about carl gallagher dating a girl who has a protective older brother like mickey milkovich ??? Thanks ✨

Carl Gallagher x Protective Older Brother!Reader

link to my masterlist <33

The first time Carl meets your older brother, the tension is palpable. Your brother, much like Mickey, is rough around the edges, fiercely protective, and not easily impressed. He sizes Carl up immediately, making it clear that he’ll be watching every move Carl makes.

Your brother makes it his mission to keep a close eye on Carl, showing up unexpectedly or making pointed comments about how Carl should treat you. He’s always hovering in the background, ready to step in if he feels Carl is out of line. Which you appreciate, and you know its out of love, but its annoying most of the time

Carl understands where your brother is coming from and, instead of being intimidated, he sees it as a challenge. He goes out of his way to show that he’s serious about you, whether it’s through his actions or how he treats you when your brother is around. Over time, he starts to earn your brother’s respect. He's definitely like that with Debbie's flings and sometimes Fiona, so he understands the protectiveness (even if he does NOT have the same effect on their partners)

With your brother constantly watching, you and Carl find yourselves sneaking around to get some alone time. The secrecy adds an extra layer of excitement to your relationship. Whether it’s a (not-so-quick) kiss behind closed doors or a whispered conversation in the shadows, every stolen moment feels charged with adrenaline.

Carl often sneaks over to your place late at night, long after your brother has gone to bed. You both get a thrill out of the risk, knowing that getting caught could lead to a serious confrontation. These late-night visits are filled with quiet laughter, soft whispers, and the intimacy of being together when no one else is around.

But best believe he's jumping the fence when your brother comes chasing with a bat

You and Carl become experts at crafting believable alibis. If your brother asks where you’ve been or what you’ve been doing, you’re always ready with a story that keeps suspicion at bay. Carl is unsurprisingly good at coming up with quick excuses

To avoid raising suspicion, you and Carl would probably develop a system for texting each other in code. Simple phrases or emojis take on new meanings, allowing you to communicate plans without giving anything away if your brother happens to glance at your phone. It’s a fun, secret language that only the two of you understand. Though Carl forgets every other time and you have to rework the whole system

[octoberscigarettes]

soemtimes I wish someone who isnt a romantic partner would have cared for Ian enough. like ofc mickey cares immensely and I don't wanna discredit the good he does for Ian. But there are so many things in Ian's life where he needed care and love and reassurance from someone he is not romantically involved with.

being groomed from a young age, and nobody cared enough to see what's going on with kash, and when lip did, he did nothing. when Fiona and Jimmy Steve found out Ian was sleeping with Ned, nobody cared enough about Ian to help him. Instead it was all about Jimmy Steve and his man baby feelings about his dad being queer.

when Ian was crying about the aftermath of s3ep6 and s3ep9, Frank was heading a gay rights movement purely for his own gain, while Ian's siblings feasted on a gift basket sent to their house. Nobody wondered where Ian was, so he was sobbing in his bed, alone.

when Ian ran away to the army, his entire family just accepted it, the fucking Milkoviches were more worried about Ian than his own family.

when in s6 Ian doesnt know what to do with himself, nobody cares enough to show him that his life isnt over bc of his diagnosis. nobody cares enough to tell Ian that he still has options, that he can survive.

when Ian is heartbroken, nobody cares enough about it to tell him anything but "good riddance".

when Ian has a crisis of faith and loses himself in religion and mania, nobody cares about him enough to talk to him until its to late. nobody sees him enough to know if he is taking his meds.

In the Gallagher household Ian doesn't exist. Fiona and Lip are bonding and supporting each other (no matter how angry and misguided sometimes) in their role as the eldest. Debbie and Carl are looking out for each other, and Fiona and Lip always have an eye on them bc they're younger. Liam gets raised by everyone. But Ian just kind of floats around in the void, and while they all may love him, they don't notice him.

Lip and Ian are close, but they aren't caring for each other properly.

As long as Ian contributes to the squirrel fund and doesnt make a fuss, they dont see him.

And once his mental state gets bad they all sit around wondering why they didnt catch it sooner. But they never look.

I just wish that someone would see Ian Gallagher.

[izzyspussy]

i just think it's a really compelling conflict, and would be an interesting and pretty realistic complexity, between ian, mickey, and lip with regards to like... being "woke" for want of a better term, in different ways.

right, like. mickey obviously has an issue with homophobia and internalized homophobia as well as racism and some misogyny, although the latter two tend to seem quite performative - especially misogyny, which he usually is mirroring. but still.

on the other hand, he genuinely respects mandy, does his share of domestic labor, advocates for himself against external homophobia - including from ian!, and i didn't watch this far and probably won't ever so correct me if i'm wrong but did i not see a clip of mickey hitting on trevor(?) where it was made clear he was if not totally un-transphobic at least less transphobic than ian had been?

and then regardless of whether mickey is or isn't, ian is transphobic, which is shown both with molly and later trevor(?). and he also was... i guess not exactly misogynistic but patriarchal at least wrt whether or not a woman can be a rapist/a boy can be raped during the blake the pedo neighbor Thing (and then later, with mickey). while at the same time of course being staunchly and vocally in support of women's autonomy and his own rights, both queer and disability.

and then there's lip who had some distinct homophobic perceptions for a hot minute and then got over it all basically overnight, and of the group is the most knowledgeable about and insistent on consent, who is enraged at everyone else letting blake off the hook, regrets not sending kash and ned to jail, is always conscious of how misogyny changes a situation for the women around him and goes out of his way to do something about it when he can, but also himself personally treats women and particularly the women he's sleeping with like garbage, and abstained from having an opinion about molly's gender altogether.

and then also if we add in that maybe mickey is not strictly GayTM the way ian is, not as in bi but as in we the audience know there are more than four letters actually and that each one doesn't necessarily mean only one thing and also that there are infinitely many reasons to choose or discard them for oneself, and that is a clear issue with ian as well! in fact all the gallaghers, as they're shown to be cool with monica being gay, but seeing her "switching teams" back and forth as just more of her being flighty and erratic and noncommittal etc + ian pulling a judgemental face when ned/lloyd describes his sexuality as "anything that walks" - which we know isn't about him being promiscuous or unfaithful given ian's own proclivities and the lack of judgement he has for everyone else in his life who is also unchoosey.

the POINT being. the conflict here is really juicy to me, and also realistic, and i would have liked for it to have been like. well first of all. done on purpose, and then done consistently, and then explored within the context instead of just existing unconnected from all other aspects of these characters and their relationships to each other. and i wish it was explored more in fanfiction too. like i know most of us are here to see the problematic gay people fuck each other's brains out, and i respect that. and also. this fucking ip is from a zillion years ago or whatever so there's very little reward for doing the work of making something with Themes and whatnot. i get it. but. you know. i would like to see it.

i do kind of wish there had been at least one (1) molly & mickey interaction since they are both around, and even in the house at the same time. but on the other hand... don't know how much i believe it wouldn't have been deeply offensive lol.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 7

Mickey Milkovich + Wrestling or sparring

Still been studying, thanks to my teacher giving us twice as much work than usual, so this isn’t as long as I would have wanted.

I have no idea what warning to put for Mickey talking and thinking the way he does, but mickey warning I guess??

kinktober 2023 masterlist

Mickey Milkovich wasn’t the type to go down without a fight, it laid deep in his blood to never go down, and if he did, to go down swinging. Even just playfighting always lead to real scuffling or outright fighting resulting in bloody noses or knocked out teeth. Apparently, he had anger issues, and they always seemed to flare right up when someone got him swinging. It was why he found himself in some less than stellar gym in the south side, run by some gay guy and his friends.

Everyone knew about the gym’s main owner, (Y/N), his family had lived in the south side as long as anyone else’s, were mixed up in the same stuff as everyone else, and got into trouble like everyone else. Only difference about this guy was that he was openly gay, and would knock anyone out cold if they tried to target him for it. Mickey had found him at the ends of his fists a couple of times, and had always woken up with the sickest migraines, maybe even concussions, though he had never gone to the hospital about it.

(Y/N) had left the south side for a while, apparently he was off to get an education on a scholarship, but strangely enough he had returned to the shithole that was the south side. No one had recognized him as first. He left as a skinny guy who packed an insanely mean left and right hook, and came back packed in muscle and taller, with a confidence that few saw in gay guys in the south side. His muscles weren’t for show either, as rumors quickly spread that his hits were not only harder but quicker than ever.

Then he had opened up a gym for anyone who wasn’t gonna start trouble, and if you did start trouble, he took care of you real quick and efficiently. He had quirked a brow as Mickey stepped into the gym, but like he never questioned the local gun dealer being there, he wasn’t gonna question a milkovich being there as long as he paid. Mickey went about his business, taking out some of his burning anger on the punching bags, trying to put all the hatred and anger in his soul into those punches.

Mickey almost swung around and knocked (Y/N)s teeth out when the taller guy had placed his hand on Mickeys shoulder. “You’re standing all wrong, you’ll mess up your shoulders” he explained, his strong hands grabbing Mickeys arms and pulling him into the better pose.

Mickey wasn’t gonna ever admit that he felt warmth rise to his cheeks as (Y/N) grabbed him and moved him around, it was just cuz the guy was eyecandy around the south side. Few guys cared about their appearance around this part, so seeing a guy who actually bathed on the regular and walked around in tight tank tops always caught Mickeys attention. If Mickey wasn’t the type to deny himself so much, he might have seen how his appreciating stares were returned.

One night when Mickey showed up to the gym, a time where there were never anyone around but the owner, he had been stewing in anger. The punching bags just didn’t seem to be enough, even as Mickey cursed and made his knuckles bleed. (Y/N) had sauntered up in that tight tank top and a pair of sweats that left little to the imagination and goaded Mickey into a spar in the wrestling part of the gym.

In reality it was just some mats laid on the floor and against the walls, no way a place like this could afford an actually wresting ring, but it was good enough. Good enough for Mickey to charge at the guy, his normal south side approach foiled by (Y/N)s actual talent for fighting. Mickey only grew more and more angry the more he kept losing, even as his muscles ached and burned, even as he found himself pinned over and over against the mats.

Mickey growled at the smile on (Y/N)s lips, the guy had been smiling the entire time, and though he was sweating and breathing harder, it was in no way as much as Mickey himself. Even as Mickeys moves grew sloppy as he felt exhaustion creep up on him, his pride wouldn’t let him just give up or call quits.

(Y/N) must have felt some pity, as he finally let Mickey pin him, Mickey crouched above his head, pinning his shoulders with his legs and holding the taller man’s arms above his head. “Good job Mick, you finally got it” he laughed, looking almost too pleased as Mickey panted above him. “That deserves a reward, right?” he almost purred, and before Mickey could question it, (Y/N) had freed his hands and reached up towards the waistband on Mickeys pants.

Mickey choked on his breath as (Y/N) dragged his pants down, freeing Mickeys half hard length to the heated air of the gym. The sparring must have gotten the blood pumping in Mickeys system, and he shivered. On instinct alone Mickey almost jumped to his feet and spat some homophobic comment, but before he could warm lips wrapped around his tip and sucked him down, a broken gasp slipping from Mickeys lips at the action.

(Y/N)s hands gripped Mickeys hips as he lifted his torso to keep bopping his head, taking Mickey down his throat with skill one only got from repeating an action many times. Mickey gripped onto (Y/N)s hair as he thrust his hips with little to no rhythm, panting from the strain in his muscles and the pleasurable feeling as he grew fully hard, his toes curling in his shoes as he shivered.

Mickey groaned as he spilled down (Y/N)s throat, his muscles finally giving out, and if it wasn’t for (Y/N) catching him, he would have tumbled down onto the mats beneath them. Mickey didn’t even notice the murmured praise leaving the taller man, even as he tucked Mickeys spent length back into his pants or rubbed his sore muscles. Mickey didn’t even fully comprehend that he was pulled into what looked like a back room, or that he was placed on a comfortable sofa, or even that he dozed off.

It seemed that the energy that hadn’t been wrung out of him from the wrestling, had been sucked right out of him by the very man that had goaded him into said fight. (Y/N) gave a snort as he watched Mickey become dead to the world, leaving a water bottle beside him before leaving the office to go disinfect the mats. This might be the south side, but he was at least semi professional and serious about his business’s hygiene.

[svltzmans]

Tbh I am completely obsessed with the idea of Fiona Gallagher x fem! Milkovich reader

fiona gallagher x fem!milkovich!reader headcanons

a/n: i'm back to writing <3 thanks to you all for sticking around during my weird hiatus

warnings: kissing/making out, this is all fluffy and silly sorry, i also didn't proofread at all, sorry again, this is not very good at all but i'm a little rusty :/

mickey was so certain that he was the only gay sibling

he didn't expect it from you at all, even though you were sure you made it obvious

when you told him, the first thing that came out of his mouth was a sarcastic remark about there only being room for one gay person in the family

but in reality, he was happy to not be alone

when mickey and ian started dating, you'd cross paths with ian quite often

and you grew to really like him, witnessing him bring mickey out of his shell

around the same time, you met fiona by chance at the alibi

it just so happened that fiona's best friend worked at the bar you met your friends at that night

and when fiona stopped by to see v, she was immediately distracted by you

luckily for her, the feeling was mutual

and she brought you home that night, planting a kiss to your lips when you finally got back to the gallagher house

mickey and ian walk downstairs, and it's impossible to hear them over your focus on kissing fiona

"y/n?"

your brother just stares blankly as he realizes what's happening

"what are you doing here?" you mutter in response to his confusion

"i'm dating ian."

"wait, y/n, how do you know mickey?" fiona had asked, still confused by the situation

"he's my brother," you had said, deadpan

after a few seconds, the whole room had erupted in laughter

bc the whole thing was just so ridiculous

but you and fiona kept seeing each other, and eventually officially started dating

at which point, you started running into mickey at the gallagher house a lot

always teasing him about how much he likes ian

but he would CLOCK you back about fiona 😭

fiona already liked mickey, but when she found out you were related she liked him even more

you're still her favorite though <3

it's refreshing for fiona to have happy relationships surrounding her

she's so grateful to be able to provide that for you too

she's obsessed with taking you on dates, even if it's just going to the park for a walk or to visit kev and v at the alibi

she likes to show you she cares in every way she can

she never wants you to feel unappreciated or unwanted, her biggest fear is making you feel the way she did in her past

she's just overall an amazing girlfriend

and your relationship brought you a new friendship with ian and a stronger bond with your brother

[bloodinesslooksgoodonyou]

Ficlet: How would you describe your ideal life in 10 years?

We interviewed Mikhailo “Mickey” Milkovich, who was 16 years old when the first interview took place, consecutively through 2011 to 2021, asking him to describe his ideal life in 10 years. Mickey grew up in the South Side of Chicago.

Here are the transcripts of the interviews.

2011

Mickey: “…shit, I don’t know. 100 bucks, you said? Just for doing this? (Inaudible) [I]f I’m being honest, not bein’ fuckin’ dead. Or a fiend, or whatever. Bein’ able to sell shit and afford shit like food or booze, probably.”

2012

Following his release from the juvenile detention center, we agreed to resume the interview series with Mickey despite the delay.

Mickey: “Not bein’ locked up. That’s for sure. Other than that, I don’t know. Run a business, I guess. Make somethin’ for myself. It’s bullshit anyways. Who the fuck knows what happens in 10 years’ time.”

2013

Mickey got married and was expecting a baby. He had declined the interview before showing up visibly intoxicated and demanded the reward.

2014

Mickey reached out to us, asking if he could still meet us for an interview, because he was trying to “make things right” as “life has taken a somewhat better turn.”

Mickey: “Wanna be able to take care of some shit that’s been happenin’. Be able to fix ‘em for good, I hope. And [take care of] some people, too, like my sister. Thanks for letting me do this, anyway. You didn’t have to.”

2015

Mickey: “Ian bein’ okay. Healthier, more stable, at least. Yev bein’ okay. That’s what I want. Best if we are still together.”

Interviewer: “And Ian is your…?”

Mickey: “Boyfriend. Yev is my son. And I hope they either lock up Terry—he’s my dad—for good or I manage to turn his dumbass head around on this.”

Interviewer: “This?”

Mickey: “The whole, bein’ gay thing.”

2016

Mickey was incarcerated for the entire year. We wrote to him about setting up an interview through phone call but did not hear back.

2017-2018

We were unable to make contact with Mickey.

2019

Mickey reached out again from prison to set up an in-person interview during visiting hours.

Mickey: “Gettin’ outta this shithole. Settlin’ down. Startin’ a family with him (Ian, who was Mickey’s boyfriend from the 2015 interview, and at that time, also his cellmate). And fuck Terry, I hope he’d be fuckin’ dead by then.”

2020

Mickey got released from prison and married to Ian both at the beginning of the year, prior to the Covid-19 pandemic. We were able to set up a Zoom interview with him during lockdown.

Mickey: “Not bein’ stuck at home all the fuckin’ time. Get off parole and go back down south once in a while for vacation time.”

2021

Mickey: “This right here’s good enough for me. Maybe buy a house, get a dog or two.”

Interviewer: “What about Ian?”

Mickey: “What about him? [Are] you askin’ if I’d still be married to him? That ain’t never in doubt.”

[go-to-helvetica]

We all joke about how calm Fiona is at Mickey Milkovich showing up

But let's not forget this isn't his first time in the Gallagher house!

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Don't You Wanna Hold Each Other Tight?

The moonlight was streaming in, dimly lighting up the room. 

They still hadn't got around to hanging up real curtains. That on site manager bitch bugged the shit out of Ian about the makeshift one Mickey put up so it was taken down with the promise that they would get an actual one soon. 

“Yo,” he said, glancing to his right, “you awake, Red?” 

Besides him, his husband yawned. “Why? You want another round, Milkovich?” 

“No,” Mickey muttered, his face flushing a little even though it was stupid to still feel awkward over this shit. “Thought you might want to cuddle or whatever. I know how your needy ass gets.” 

Ian was already scooting over, whispering, “My needy ass, huh?” 

Mickey knew he'd come a long way since their teenage years, but there were some things he struggled to initiate on his own. This was one of them. There’d been times he did, usually when Ian was having one of his low episodes, but otherwise it was like something kept holding him back. 

It frustrated him, for this was something he did want even though he’d never actually fucking admit that. Why the hell couldn’t he just do it? Kissing Ian was no problem. God, Mickey didn’t mind being manhandled, even in front of the family, although that had led to plenty of stupid ass remarks from Lip and Ian had to hold him back from attacking the motherfucker. 

But getting into his personal space, curling up against Ian’s warm body was the kind of gay shit that made him hesitant, that voice of Tarry reminding him of what a fag he was being was distant by now, but there all the same. 

“Don’t act like you ain’t,” Mickey sucked in a breath when Ian’s long fingers trailed down the side of his face, leaving a line of fire on his skin. On his lower jaw, he cupped it, those green eyes smoldering with such desire that nearly made him fucking melt right there. 

God, his teenage self would be horrified at how fucking soft he’d become. 

Maybe it’d always been there, always a part of him that he never knew existed until Ian made almost every single wall of his built up over the years crumble into smithereens. Years of trying to mold himself into the perfect son for his shitty father was simply useless once Ian Gallagher came into his life, showing Mickey what he was capable of and who he could be without fear. 

Ian’s lips pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a second or two. Mickey’s stomach was fucking fluttering from the tender smile that came when his husband pulled back. “What do you want, Mick?” 

“Just...be close with me or whatever.” 

Ian’s strong arms opened, allowing Mickey to roll over to be in his space. His husband’s heartbeat was under his ear, beating soundly. He didn’t even realize he was sighing contentedly at first, or inhaling deeply from how good Ian smelled. 

How the fuck did he ever reject this at one point? He’d been so fucking stupid and didn’t even know it. 

The blanket was draped over them both now, one of Ian’s hands in his hair, threading through and lightly scratching his scalp. It felt so damn good. 

“Love you, Gallagher,” Mickey said drowsily, cheek squished against Ian’s chest. 

“Love you too, Mickey,” Ian whispered warmly. 

[octoberscigarettes]

the way john wells tried to start a whole ass "Ian deserved better" agenda bc he didnt wanna pay noel, only for "better" to be a cheater and a guy exploiting his mania

john wells literally had lip say, “that’s a lot more than most people would do” to mickey, telling him that most people wouldn’t be willing to stay with ian and take care of him despite his disorder, then wrote mickey off and replaced him with two boyfriends who literally didn’t give a shit about ian’s mental health and he expected us to be satisfied?? what??

[crestfallercanyon]

I think Ian would love when Mickey takes long showers.

The rest of the Gallaghers try to complain, and Ian would shut that shit down immediately. Mickey rarely does something so self-indulgent that isn't, y'know, a violent impulse. This is something that no one else gets to see, this isn't Mickey putting on a toughness show, this isn't anything but Mickey taking care of Mickey and Ian loves that for him. Wants him to have that for as long as he can.

Because here's the thing -- Ian remembers the filthy dirty boy he used to fuck in the Kash and Grab.

While Ian never judged Mickey for it (hell, who hasn't experienced a water shut off or heater shortage in Southside?) he knew that Mickey experienced it worst than most. Half the neighborhood called Mickey smelly for fuck's sake, it was well known that Mickey was not clean.

I also imagine Mickey had to fake-it-til-you-make-it in feeling okay with being that dirty. He stopped taking frequent showers or bothering with any hygiene products because he knew the Milkoviches only had so much hot water (or water in general). Terry got first dibs because if he didn't get what he wanted then his piss-poor mood would dictate how everyone's day's went.

Then, Mickey gave next priority to Mandy. Mandy's a girl, which when he was younger didn't really mean anything to him, until she came home wildly upset about being dirty, about how all the girls wouldn't stop pointing out how awful she smelled, how she got her period and the bloodstains were still in her clothes and she didn't have enough water to clean them out but she didn't have any more clean clothes, and fuck, Mickey realized girls were fucking mean when it came to shit like that, and Mickey never wanted her to deal with that ever again. After that, Mickey made sure Mandy had enough water to stay clean, to be orderly, because Mandy cared and Mandy deserved to feel good about herself.

If his brothers were home, they'd get it next, because they somehow always smelled worse than Mickey did. However, that was rarely a problem, and a lot of the time after Terry and Mandy they didn't really have much left in the tank anyway.

So Mickey learned to not care. Not care about being gross and disgusting and feeling itchy at times. To smell clothes and while it was sharp to his nose it was whatever. So something gave him a rash once, he can fucking live. Everyone seems to look at him like he's even more dangerous when he's filthy, so it comes with its own perks, right? Who cares if some nights he couldn't really sleep. He's a kid, and who fucking cares, he's probably not living that long anyway.

But as Mickey starts having more people care about him (and care more about himself in turn) things change in his head. Even when he comes back in season 7, he is nowhere near as covered in dirt as he was when he was young. And while some of this can be chalked up to not being a kid anymore, that's certainly not most of it. The self-loathing he had no longer manifests so outwardly, he's no longer living in a burn out and die young mindset, and he's got people who he gives a shit what they think about him. He wants to try to like himself the way other people (Ian) likes him. Which means being fucking clean.

So he starts to take long showers. And he realizes that, yeah, he likes the feel of having hot water on him, melting the day away. Likes having the assurance that he can have this without being covered in blood and needing to medically clean out the wound (if he'd even do it then). He likes... taking showers. Being clean. Having clean clothes. And Ian, of course, notices.

So, when Ian can hear Mickey taking a shower, and taking his fucking time and actually taking care of himself, Ian freaking loves it. Doesn't let anyone bother Mickey about the water, doesn't let anyone tell him what soaps to use or not use. It's all for his disposal.

And when Mickey's done, Ian will open the door and join Mickey in with the steamy bathroom. Before Mickey can utter a single word about it (most days he'll try to crack something self-deprecating, not quite broaching sorry but as close as he usually gets; on particularly vulnerable days he will try to genuinely apologize) Ian kisses him. Tells him he smells good. Tells him he looks good. Ian's a big fan of positive reinforcement. He's also a big fan of the smile on Mickey's face when he's feeling good about himself.

Ian of course wishes he could get Mickey to feel good about himself every day, but, it's a work in progress just like everything else. Mickey's got to unlearn a childhood built on the belief that he was barely worth garbage. That takes time. Ian gets it.

An easy place to start, though? Enjoying when his man takes his long hot showers.

[em-harlsnow]

so, i’m guessing mickey spent a lot of time in the head master’s office when he was young. im pretty sure everyone in the show went to the same school, aside from Liam, so we can assume it’s the same headmaster that Carl got sent to a lot.

now, let’s say franny goes to that school as well. she’s a good kid, so it’s not like she gets in trouble a lot. but she’s been taught by all her family that if someone starts something, you finish it.

so that’s what she does.

she ends up in the office. the head master comes in and tells her he’s calling her mother, and franny’s not worried about that. debbie will defend her tooth and nail. when debbie doesn’t answer the phone (she’s not a bad mother, she’s just at work and turned her phone off) they call the next names down the line, which is ian (debbie says ian is her fave).

so the headmaster is making some comments about the other gallaghers he’s had to deal with. mentioning carl and his ways, and lip and his. he says he’s glad it’s ian coming, because he was the least trouble.

however, both ian and mickey come.

ian knocks on the door.

“come in.” headmaster says.

ian smiles tightly and enters, mickey following behind. they both take inventory of a room they haven’t stepped foot in in a decade, marvelling at how unchanged it is.

the headmaster glances up and honestly? he’ll never forget those knuckle tats. they tortured him for the entire time mickey was in school, because they were strictly against school rules.

mickey smirks when headmaster’s face pales.

“i see you’ve brought company, Mr Gallagher.” he says.

“yeah, sir… hope that’s okay.” he smiles again, never falling out of the pattern of calling this guy ‘sir’.

mickey snorts at him, but takes the seat beside ian, opposite headmaster’s desk. “you’re such a fucking goody-goody.” he mutters, and ian smacks his thigh with a shush.

“i didn’t do anything! he started it!” franny shouts, getting the first word in.

“i’m not entirely surprised to see another gallagher in my office. but it makes even more sense now, Mr Milkovich.” Mickey smiles at him mockingly. “who are you in relation to Franny?” he asks.

“he’s her uncle.”

“right. what is it with you gallaghers and milkoviches intermingling? i had to deal with your sister-“ he points at mickey, “- and your brother-“ he points at ian, “for far too long.”

“good genes.” mickey replies.

“oh, i’m sure.” the principle snarks. “so, we understand the other boy started it. that’s not the problem. the problem is that franny broke his nose.”

mickey barks a laugh, and ian shushes him again even if hes barely containing his own smile.

“i’m glad you’re taking this as seriously as we are.” principle huffs.

“sorry - we’re taking this very seriously. what’s the solution here?” ian asks.

“the boy’s family just want an apology. an easy way out, really.”

franny makes a noise of protest and mickey’s eyebrows shoot up. “a fucking apology? the kid’s clearly an asshole, maybe a little bone breaks from a girl would be good for him.”

“please contain your language, Mr Milkovich. and no, we don’t tolerate violence of any kind here. so franny will have to apologise.” the principle roles his eyes.

“that’s totally fine, excuse my husband.” mickey rolls his eyes and ian’s placating. “franny will apologise.”

although she huffs, she nods as well.

they’re about to get up and leave, taking franny with them, when the principle speaks again.

“if you don’t mind me asking, Mr Milkovich, how long were you in prison for? you see, me and some… fellow colleagues had a little betting pool going.”

Mickey rolls his eyes, and ian laughs.

“you made bets on whether he’d go to prison?”

“not so much on whether he would go, more on how long he’d stay there.” the headmaster corrects, which makes ian laugh.

“you’re such a problem student.” ian tells him, and mickey scoffs.

“like… two years? three maybe? he did escape at one point, not sure how that factors in.” ian tells him, because mickey is busy rolling his eyes.

“i did hear about that. impressive, i must say. i don’t think anyone will win any money on that, most people bet from ten years to life.” the headmaster tells him.

“yeah, well. one, fuck you. two, glad i surpassed your expectations, Principle Twat.” mickey huffs sarcastically, getting up and going.

“i see that nickname is never going.” the principle mutters as the two most insane families he’s had the displeasure of meeting leave the office.

god, he hopes franny won’t be trouble.

[doshiart]

F1 AU // GALLAVICH

Ian Gallagher is a racing driver, a young star of the McLaren team. Mickey is just a car technician, who only recently joined the team as a trainee.

/long read backstory below/

Okay, I've thought about this a lot. So.. Shameless US but.. huh? living in UK?

First of all, because Formula 1 is more popular in Europe. Secondly, because I want to alter the story of Mickey's growing up. Make it a story about a little boy persevering towards his dreams. And how a simple childhood passion can grow into a potential job opportunity.

If briefly, below I talk about Mickey's developmental stages, along with his final emigration from Ukraine to the UK.

I'm not going into Ian's backstory here. But I'll mention this in more detail at the very end of the post, if you get to the end. Ha ha. Have fun reading!!

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Mickey was six, just a little boy, when he first saw a F1 race on TV. And he was amazed by how quickly the cars could go and how quickly the mechanics performed at pit stops. (Are these even mechanics? Well, they turn the wheels, dad does the same thing in the garage and considers himself a mechanic).

When the next year he went to school in his first grade, then to all the teachers' questions or questionnaires with their “What do you want to be when you grow up?” he confidently answered as clearly as his childish language could, that he would definitely become a F1 mechanic. Even though he received only gentle smiles in reaction to his naivety of being a kid, the desire took root in his little head.

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As he grew older, he continued to enjoy racing, watching every race weekend he could. And while he was a child this did not cause any particular problems. Mom encouraged him in his interests and every New Year gave him tiny branded cars of the teams he loved. But as he gets older, the more often he hears from dad that he is interested in some stupid things. And he didn't want to hear a word about racing at all. As soon as Mickey mentioned it even once, he was cut off mid-sentence.

These are not real cars.

Real mechanics work in a garage with real cars, not kids' toys for show.

Come down to earth. It’s all somewhere far away and you never even get to one of these races in your life.

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Well, Mickey talks less about racing out loud anymore. Especially after mom's gone.

Tiny model cars disappeared into the closet's darkness.

His dad began to drag him into their garage more often so that he would get used to work and not wander around idle, lost in his stupid dreams. He had to skip live racing broadcasts as a result. It was sort of suicidal acts to turn this on in the garage on a small TV instead of some dumb music channel with hit songs. Mickey had learnt long ago to keep his mouth shut.

Just listen. Bring it. Grab it. Repair simple details. Don't go under the hood. Don't touch this, don't touch that. And especially don't break anything. Blah blah blah.

Jesus, are you even a man? Take your gentle hands away if you're not ready to get dirty.

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Despite everything, Mickey still had a dream. One day, he hopes to watch a real-life race. Hear the noise of wheels flying over the track, the roar of engines, the screams of a supportive crowd. He prefers to never talk about his own desire to work as a car mechanic or engineer in F1.

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Mickey was sixteen when he left after ninth grade for a vocational college to applied mechanics specialty.

Because, well, he had good reasons for leaving school two grades early. At the very least, he was already tired of going to school. He didn't even have any friends there. Yes, he communicated with classmates, but that's not it. It's forced. Just so as not to be an outcast and maintain the status of the Milkovich family by playing dirty tricks at school and bullying others. Did he like it? Absolutely not. These guys were idiots with stupid jokes and always picking on chicks.

They kept asking if he liked any of them and talking about how they looked all the time. Mickey never liked anyone. It wasn't that the girls were ugly, he just didn't find them attractive. But he pushed these thoughts away and ignored them. Left it somewhere near to the tiny race cars in the darkness.

Also, classmates called him into fights on regularly. Not that he was against kicking someone's dumb ass, but that he would prefer better reasons than just trying to prove whose class is above.

Another reason is that, in their family, working with their hands and having a real profession are more valued than going to higher education. Because this is a job for real men. Where will all these managers, lawyers, accountants, stupid psychologists be when their car breaks down? Mechanics will always have work and profit.

As well, Mickey is deeply curious about the workings of the engine and wants to fully understand its mechanisms. He will therefore be able to study this in practice with teachers, rather than with a psychotic bastard who screams at the slightest opportunity.

The only thing Mickey truly wanted to learn at school was English. Not because he loved it. This gave him at least some hope of "breaking abroad for the sake of a good life". Perhaps the main reason for his success was that he had a really great teacher who pushed and encouraged him. Sometimes he would stick around after class and stay just to talk with her. Mickey felt parental care, which he hasn't received lately.

“I believe that you can achieve a lot, Mikhailo. Just believe in yourself.” She told him and he believed her, hugging her a little longer so as not to show his wet eyes.

And well, after leaving school, these words sometimes came to mind during the saddest times, when he returned home after a long day of school combined with an exhausting shift in the family garage. Every time he spoke with his dad, he felt terribly devastated. The dream was literally slipping out from Mickey's hands. A pipe dream, is that what they say? Well, at least he'll try to do something.

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Mickey was twenty when he graduated and by this time he was actively saving money, hiding it in different places. Also, he planned his escape from home, considered the best routes, and looked at what things he should take with him, confused about whether he would ever return home again.

As he approached his twenty-first birthday, he finally decided to do it. With only a spark of hope, he was ready to leave for nowhere. And okay, Mickey was a realist; he was aware that things might not work out at all and that he would have to return back eventually. But he'll do anything, though, to make sure that this doesn't happen, to avoid having to meet his dad's derisive gaze once more as his goal gets mocked.

After all, a dream is a dream, right? He also had skills and language abilities in his pocket. So he's really ready to do anything to attain even the tiniest success.

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To get to UK, Mickey had to go through a long journey of transfers from bus to train, from train to plane. He's terribly tired, but here he is. He stands and watches as the new country greets him with heavy rain.

He first found it difficult to adjust to other people's smiling faces. There were a few times when he didn't feel at home because everyone was so friendly and lovely. And these people were incredibly talkative. He'll have to get used to this if he plans to stay here.

The first difficulties he encountered occurred at the department while filling out a form for migrants.

“Mik.. Mikai.. Mikaelo?”

“Mikhailo.” Mickey interrupted.

The employee's eyes stared blankly at him.

He sighed. “Ugh.. Mickey? Yeah, Mickey.”

“Okay, Mickey. Here you are.”

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Mickey got a job as a mechanic for a small business fairly quickly thanks to his abilities. He was so easily and warmly accepted into the friendly team. Here he first felt respect while working. Mickey got assistance from the job department in extending his visa to stay in the country. His job also provided him with a tiny apartment, deducted from his paycheck.

After a while, feeling a little more self-assured, Mickey started saving money for qualifying courses that would help him in the future.

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Mickey was almost twenty-four when he successfully obtained all the qualifications that were necessary for the job, as well as to be sure of himself and his knowledge. During this time two full racing seasons had passed. He attended only one race at Silverstone. This was his almost full year in the UK. His skin broke out in goosebumps when he saw the track in person. It wasn't quite what he expected. Mickey literally stood in one place and once in a while cars would drive by. On TV they show a larger overview, but still. He was excited. In this grand prix, a new young racer from the McLaren team took third place for the first time. His name seems to be Ian, and he likes to take risks on the track, driving the car while presenting a strong sense of confidence. And his hair perfectly matches with the team's car.

He missed the second race due to a qualifying exam. But he's not upset. Mickey is closer than ever to his dream. If everything works out, he'll see even more racing. If not, well, then he'll continue to work repairing regular cars. Perhaps he'll be able to attend grand prix events in other countries during his holidays?

But now it's the middle of the season and he's standing in the lobby of the McLaren Technology Center. He's trembling a little and his wild eyes are scanning everything in the immediate area.

Mickey can't believe the reality of what's happening. No he didn't become a mechanic. But.. it's still impressive. He was interviewed and tested to become a temporary vehicle technician for the team as an intern. He was told something about a possible career advancement and access to other things once he completed more qualifications, but he's not sure he heard everything correctly.

Later they tested him on team tests on the track. He's surprised that he was able to concentrate on his speed and did everything exactly as needed.

He actually became… exactly the one who changes the wheels and does minor repairs. He joined the technical team and will also work on pit stops during the races. And well, okay, if everything that's happening isn't a dream, he's really happy. Extremely happy. Of course, the longer he studied, the more he wanted to do engineering and development. But that's the tiny step, right? This is already more than anything he could have imagined. He saw the race in real life from the stands, and now he got the opportunity to see everything from the staff. He'll interact directly with the racing car. He might even hear how the team interacts with racers. Unbelievable.

Through the noise in his ears, Mickey hears someone standing beside him talking in a muffled voice.

“Hey! You're a new technician, right?”

The guy had already taken off his helmet when Mickey turned around. He softly smiles while stroking his fiery red hair.

Mickey stared at him. When he was brought to the track, he thought that some tester was sitting in the car, but not their young star.

“Yeah. Hope so…” He twitched his lip and scratched nose. “You're Ian, right?”

Of course this is Ian, what a stupid question. It's too embarrassing.

The redhead smile became even larger.

“Yeah…”

And just as he was about to add something else, one of the staff called Ian to go back and he hurriedly turned to Mickey and said quickly, “Oh, uh, see ya later then, gotta go.”

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I'm glad I finally wrote and drew this. This idea has literally taken over my head so much that I don't have the energy to write Ian's backstory in the same way. Once again I am convinced that writing is hard work. And I want to say again about my love for writers. YOU ARE INCREDIBLE. For my brain, drawing is easier than writing. But it was fun!

!!!AND!!! THE MOST IMPORTANT THING! If someone suddenly wants to write a big multi-chap slowburn fic or little drabble or do anything, I'll be happy so much with absolutely anything!!

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Let's talk about Ian now. I was actually going to write a backstory for him too. Maybe at least some minor notes, but I'm not quite sure how best to connect his bipolar with racing. Usually because racers drive go-karts from childhood, get into the junior league and generally build a racing career for years. Maybe he had a breakdown somewhere between seasons and it was quickly noticed?? I don’t know… And I think about how the team constantly checks him, which at times upsets him and forces him to prove to everyone that he is fine and able to drive the car.

Most likely, in this AU, Gallaghers are either rich, or Ian has a sponsor, if you know what I mean… From this fact, a whole lot can change in story. And the second thing seems more likely to me.

I was thinking about how Ian joined the McLaren team at the age of 21, and by the time he first met Mickey he was 22. He had been stable for a long time on medication.

So I'm also considering the possibility that somewhere between his 17-19 years he disappeared from the radar and came back when he found a sponsor who could pay for everything he needed and help him get into the F1 league. At first it was the weakest team, until his potential was noticed and he was offered to move to another team. This fact with the sponsor will probably put a lot of spokes in the wheels (ha).

Racer's body is undergoing an enormous physical strain, so they spend a lot of time in the gym. And Ian really enjoys working out with his team.

Another interesting fact: racers have a super-strong neck to be able to cope with gravitational forces during the race. Therefore, special attention is paid to neck in training. (It seems from the moment I found out this my little fixation began…)

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I think there's a lot of pining here or something. They seem to be nearby, but due to different job responsibilities, at completely distinct levels. And I really want to read something like this with so slow burning.

So, I guess you can consider this as a big prompt for writing, if it inspires you.

Thanks for reading! <3

[zombiewhor3]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY

fem reader x mickey milkovich

word count: 1280 content rating: MA (18+) A/N: this is my first shameless one shot and i don't know how to feel about it because it was so rushed and sloppy.

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being posessive was always mickeys thing even if he didn't want to admit it or even if he only saw the person as a "fuck buddy" he hated sharing, he believed it was the most untolerable thing in the world.

leaning against the counter with a magazine in her hand she popped the piece of gum in her mouth before looking at Mickey who was straightening up items on the the convience's store shelves.

he looked hot during the summer, when the shitty fan Kash installed didn't work properly and the hot air around them would make his skin form glossy droplets of sweat.

his dark tank top and his security vest with no sleeves had made for a nice touch to show of his arms, the way the sweat had made his muscles pop out as it shined against him as he worked.

she caught herself staring to which her eyes traced back down as if she couldn't make it any more obvious she had been staring,

instead of him making a sly remark he rubbed over his lips trying to wipe the snarky smirk he had formed on his face.

hearing the bell from the door opening she could see a man walk in, his familiar face strolling down the aisle as he grabbed a bag of chips.

mickey could see her eyes lurking on the man her hand resting her chin up on the counter probably filling her mind with raw things.

he was an older man surely in his thirties, dark brunette hair with blue eyes. he wore a dark grey suit and a fancy watch on his wrist.

bringing up a soda and pack of gum to the counter y/n flashed the man a happy smile,

"how you been nick?"

she spoke with a slight hint of trifle in her tone, watching his blue eyes flash her a look as he re-adjusted his tie trying to hide his smile.

"just well, you holding up after last night?" he shot her a wink as he placed some cash onto the counter and watched her place it into the register before returning her gaze.

"oh definitely my body feels great. i'm back here working for the rest of the week, but i'm free this friday." biting her lip she could tell mickey wasn't having it, he looked irritated, he looked jealous.

like every bone and nerve in his body was trying its hardest not to whip around and throw one solid punch at the guy.

instead he stood in front of the door his arms crossed, "receipt?" he asked and shot y/n a glare as she licked over her lips and printed off one.

Mickey let him pass through the door and returned his sour face to her,

"who the hell is that?" he retorted at her but before he could even get an answer out he asked another snappy question,

"you seeing some rich fuck now?" he spat and watched y/n close the magazine her eyes locked on his and she wasn't backing down.

"he is a guy i've been seeing and doing things with, which you have no say in my decisions, so keep out of it milkovich."

spitting back at him she looked back down at the counter and unexpectedly the magazine was pulled away from her grasp.

"what kind of things y/n?"

"mostly we fuck" she made sure to annunciate the "k" at the end and watched his face twitch a little and he had been punched in the mouth,

like her words were a direct shot into him.

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in the back cooler she had decided to clean up, take inventory and take a break from the register for a little.

bending over to move a box she felt something rough and hard pressing up against her, mickey had his crotch pressing up against her ass,

he was so hard she could practically feel his jeans about to pop at their seams, abruptly turning around she cupped the bulge in his pants hearing him let out a soft groan.

the eye contact between the two of them and the close proximity had made her hungry, hungry enough to slam her lips against his.

pulling of his vest and his shirt her hands smoothed out against his abdomen as she looked down at his tattoos and even some of his scars that were littered amongst his pale skin.

he had already gotten her down into nothing but her panties, his hands groping and pulling on her breasts feeling her nipples grow harder from the nip of cold air surrounding them.

without hesitation she had slipped away his belt, tearing away the clothes around his waist until he was bare and showing her the fullness of his cock, his tip leaking with pre-cum from excitement of her.

a small gasp slipped from her even if she had done this a million times with him.

pulling her pretty panties to the side for at least some respect he thrusted into her, not even a warning could've prepared her for.

the feeling of his cock pushing deep into her, her legs wrapped around his waist,

one of his hands holding onto the shelve to keep his balance and the other on her throat to pull her closer into the heated kiss they shared.

he pulled his lips away just for a second so he could whisper in her ear just how "fucking good" she felt on his cock, in response she moaned his name with a soft angelic moan.

her hands squeezed at his shoulders and back. her nails having a habit of scratching and clawing their way during sex, the better the sex the tighter grip she had.

"fuck mick gonna cum feels to good" she couldn't help but cry out a little into his ears and when she did she felt his cock twitch a little inside her,

her stomach balled up and before she knew it the tidal waves of a perfect orgasm had rushed through her like a summer wind,

finishing on his cock and hearing as he let out a deep set of groans and maybe even a whimper he finished against her stomach just in time.

she still had her eyes shut from the orgasm from its intensity she hadn't had one like it in weeks maybe even months since she had one that good.

no guy ever gave it to her this good, no guy except for the one who was wiping his cum off her stomach with a rag.

slipping on her clothes with a little of his gentle help she watched him pull a cigarette from his vest pocket along with a lighter and as he slipped on his pants he lit it in his mouth.

not saying a word she had tried to slip out of the cooler but the feeling of his hand grabbing onto her arm stopped her.

pulling her in closer and leaning the cigarette away from her he spoke, "i want you to stop seeing him, he's not worth it" he muttered.

letting go of her she closed the cooler door back and let out a sigh,

"i lied, me and him only had sex once. it was barely even sex and i didn't enjoy it"

mickeys eyes seemed to soften as he slipped back on his tank top and his security vest blowing out some of his cigarette smoke before speaking,

"good keep it that way. i have the house to myself maybe see you at 8?" he asked her and watched her nod before slipping out of the cooler