#mandy milkovich fanfiction

[saltnsugarbear]

I get so hungry when you say you love me (18+)

summary: Mandy takes care of your needs

title from: "Cannibal" by Ke$ha

word count: 0.4k

content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! mandy got the strap 💥💥, vampire themes! vampire mandy debut

side note: for my mouse! my first time writing for Mandy and exploring my TVD au,,,, i love her and i love you my mouse, the biggest kisses happy holidays <3

You can feel tears slipping down your cheeks as you look up at Mandy through your lashes. She's a vision above you, blood smudged around her mouth and chest heaving. When she caught your eye, Mandy gives a particularly deep thrust into your throat, scoffing when you squeal and squeeze your thighs together.

"Fuckin' soaking the sheets," Mandy rolls her eyes, looking back at how you try and find some sort of friction. You let out a choked whine at her words, lifting your hips up with your thighs squeezed tightly together.

Mandy sighs from on top of you before she leans back, slipping the silicone cock from your mouth. Your breathing is heavy as she shuffles down your body, planting herself just above your hips.

Mandy's body is heavy on top of you, hips being pushed roughly into the mattress with hers. The weight of the silicone dildo is also heavy on your stomach, your saliva smearing against your skin from your teasing.

Now her strap lays heavy between you as she keeps your arms pinned above your head. Her slow grinding is driving you insane, rutting your hips up trying to seek some friction.

She's grumbling as she leans down to kiss you, some distant complaint about you being so needy. The kiss is tangy with blood and the beer she'd been sipping on before you came home.

Mandy easily slips her legs from over your waist to press flush against your thighs before she wiggles back. The feeling of the silicone strap against your entrance makes you whine. Mandy nips softly at your lower lip before she starts pressing her hips forward.

The stretch makes your jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. Mandy holds your jaw loosely as she turns your head and starts placing gentle, gnawing kisses to your cheek and jaw. The gentle tug of teeth makes you sigh, rolling your hips into her.

She had spent enough time between your legs that there was little resistance as she buried herself to the hilt.

Mandy times the first roll of her hips with a sharp nip at your throat, dragging her tug where blood starts to bead. The dual sensation makes you whine, bucking your hips up into her movements. She soothes her tongue over the bite as she pulls out to the tip before snapping her hips back into you.

"Never fuckin' satiated are ya?" She sneers. Mandy press her nose against your skin as she gnaws softly at your jaw.

"Guess I'm gonna have to fix that.."

[louscartridge]

Ik you haven't posted in a while, but could you do season 1 mandy milkovich jealousy headcanons?

She gets jealous easaliy but also not yk??

She trusts you but not other people

Granted it took a little to fully Trust you. But it happened.

She knows first hand how gross people are

So sometimes she's not directly jealous just mad at the person talking to you

But sometimes you can't be a bit clueless. Not real knowing what counts as flirting anymore u till the person is trying to jump your bones or ask you out

Mandy is rly open with your guys' relationship so if someone has the balls to flirt with you or her, she finds it quite pathetic honestly.

If she sees someone flirting with you or something she won't waste any time in walking over to you

"hey babe" Mandy said to you rapping her arms around your neck. "Hey Mandy" "who's this?" she asks you, blowing her cigarette smoke into your mouth. (which you gladly suck back in)

If someone does anything sexual to you even after you've told them to fuck off, she Wil not hesate to tell micky

Mf mickey frames the bitch

Or. She'll do something right then and there face to face.

Before she fully trusted you, she would overlook everything

Sometimes she has trouble expressing her emotions properly

So it ends up being an argument until you finally understand why she was upset

All in all once she trusts you, all is good for you flirting with someone

However she'll be absolutely torn if you take advantage of her trust.

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

An Unwelcomed Conversation

Sequel to the drabble where Iggy finds Mickey and Ian sleeping/cuddling

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When Mickey wakes up, it’s evening. The room is darker than it was when he laid down. 

He blinks his bleary eyes, feels something firm under his cheek and remembers that he’s on top of Ian. His face flushes even though there’s no one there to see it. 

Ian’s still holding onto him too. His grip is looser now that he’s asleep but it’s still keeping him in place. 

It’s so fucking gay but it’s also warm and fucking relaxing so he doesn’t immediately move off of his boyfriend. Mickey closes his eyes, breathes out through his nose and lets himself bask in whatever the hell this is. 

It doesn’t last much longer. Ian stirs; he groans softly, kisses Mickey’s hair, tightening his hold on him. “Hey,” he mutters, his voice deeper from sleep. “What time is it?” 

“Don’t know. It’s dark.” 

“We should get up,” Ian mumbles. 

“Think again, Firecrotch. I’m fucking comfortable.” 

“I’m hungry, Mick.” 

“Boo fucking hoo. Ain’t like there’s anything in this shithole to eat,” Mickey yawns, turning his head to do it in Ian’s chest. 

“I’ll buy pizza,” Ian negotiates. It’s unfortunate timing that Mickey’s stomach growls. 

“Fuckin’ fine,” he knows he’s gone fucking soft which he blames all on Gallagher. Ain’t no other explanation why he wants to keep laying there. Now that he’s a little more awake, his ears catch onto some noise outside of their bedroom.“Fuck. The shitheads are back now. Don’t go buyin’ for them too. They don’t deserve any.” 

“They’re probably hungry too,” Ian yawns. 

“So fucking what? Let ‘em fend for themselves.” 

Ian swats him on the ass. “No.”

Mickey grumbles as he lifts himself off his ginger asshole. Ian stretches his arms on their way out. His brothers and Mandy are out in the living room, they’ve got beers in their hands and probably talking about something fucking stupid. “Ay.” 

He’s immediately suspicious by the smirks sent his way. 

“Hey,” Mandy goes for nonchalance, and brings her bottle up to her lips. 

Ian, of course, is none the wiser. “Hey, guys,” he chirps like a damn bird. “You want pizza?”

“Fuck yes,” Iggy agrees. 

“I want one just for me, Gallagher,” Colin instructs. “I ain’t sharing with these losers.” 

Mandy shoots him a dirty look. “Jesus, Col. Don’t be so fucking rude. Ian’s not fucking rich.” 

“Fuck off. He asked.” 

Mickey doesn't let the discussion of pizza distract him. He knows something’s up. And he's gonna find out what it is. But for now, he shoves his sister’s legs outta the way so he and Ian can sit down on the damn couch. “Move, bitch.” 

“Ugh- fuck off, Mickey!” Mandy scoots to the end, glaring. 

Ian joins him, phone in hand so he can order. He’s got one hand on Mickey’s knee, rubbing circles on the skin. 

It’s quiet, but he knows it won’t last long. He’s proven right when Iggy speaks up, his voice sly and it sends Mickey on alert. “The fuck were you doin’ in there so long, huh?” 

“None of your damn business,” Mickey answers instantly. 

Iggy and Colin share a smirk. 

“You sure about that?” His second oldest brother asks. It’s too casual to be genuine. 

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He’s not getting any answers and it’s starting to piss him off. 

“It means Ig caught you doin’ some homo shit,” Colin slouches some more in the chair. He’s got a devilish grin on his face and it makes Mickey want to punch it right off him. 

“What?” Mickey barks. 

“Mickey...” Ian says cautiously, like he’s prepared to grab him to hold him back. 

“You wanna see?” Iggy pulls up the picture on his phone to show it off. Mickey thinks he’s about to see one of their bare asses or some shit. He doesn’t expect it to be from today when he was in Ian’s arms. 

His face burns like it’s on fucking fire. Why the fuck does he even have a picture of them? 

Ian leans forward to get a better look at it. “Can you send that to me?”

“Since fucking when do you have my brother’s number?” Mickey says in disbelief. 

His boyfriend shrugs. “I have Colin and Mandy’s too.”

“Sounds like Gallagher’s about to have a new wallpaper,” Colin comments. 

“Damn right,” Ian says. 

In the midst of all this, Mandy complains to Ian, “You’ve never cuddled with me like that.” 

“I would, but your brother’s a jealous asshole,” Ian says, feigning mournfulness. 

Mickey ignores the fuckin’ idiots, shoving the phone out of Iggy’s hand because the bastard is still holding it up. 

“Ay!” His brother says loudly when it falls to the floor. 

“Go fuck yourself and delete the damn picture.” 

“Too late,” Colin drawls. “He already sent it to me.” 

“And me,” Mandy says. 

“You Motherfucker!” Mickey nearly leaps at Iggy but Ian’s fast and he’s too damn strong for him to escape. 

His brothers are unimpressed and quite frankly, unbothered. Iggy just leans back in his chair, grinning slyly. 

“Didn’t know you liked being held like that, Mick.” 

“I don’t-” Mickey blusters. 

“Cut the shit, assface,” Mandy snorts. “You’re not fooling anybody.”

 He gets ready to raise hell because so fucking what if he liked it? That doesn’t make him some bitch. 

“Is Mick clingy?” Colin asks Ian. Nosy ass. 

“Didn’t you see the way he was laying on him?” Mandy interjects. “He’s definitely clingy. I don’t know how Ian stands it.” 

“I don’t mind,” Ian says. Mickey doesn’t even have to look at him to know that he’s got that sappy look to him. He’s used to it and for the most part, stopped rolling his eyes when he sees it. 

“Course you don’t,” Colin mutters. “You’ve got a hardon for him.” 

“Guess we know who’s taking it up the ass,” Iggy teases. 

“You’re not wrong,” Ian pipes up, and Mickey’s head whirls around so fast like he’s some fucking haunted doll head. He doesn’t know who he’s gonna kill first but somehow, someway, somebody is gonna fucking die. 

“Go to hell, all of ya!”

“Sounds like somebody needs a hug,” Mandy takes advantage of the fact that he can’t move like he wants to, and slaps the back of his head. 

“Ay, yeah. Go hug him, Gallagher,” Iggy calls.

Mickey really shoulda kept Ian and his brothers apart. Nothing good came from all three of them plus Mandy ganging up on him. 

Ian grins, gives him a noisy kiss on the cheek despite Mickey’s scowl. “Do you need a hug, baby?” 

“I’m gonna fucking murder you,” Mickey whispers through grit teeth. 

“That’s his way of saying I love you,” Ian announces. 

“Damn,” Iggy’s gotta be high. Than again, there’s not many times he isn’t. He looks surprised like he believes this shit. “He must really love us.” 

Dumbass. 

“Not as much as Gallagher,” Colin says with a sneer. It’s unlike the kind of look Mickey assumes he would've gotten from his brother after the fag bashing he received from Terry. It’s playful and probably woulda meant more to Mickey if he wasn’t pissed. 

“Of course not,” Ian’s proud of that, of course. 

“You two make me sick,” Mandy sighs. She crosses her legs. “I think we should send that picture to Sandy. She’ll get a kick out of it.” 

“No!” Mickey snaps just as their brothers agree. 

“Who’s Sandy?” Ian asks. 

“Our cousin. She’s a lesbian so she won’t care,” Mandy shrugs. 

“Can you all just shut the fuck up?” Mickey feels his face flushing again and it’s really starting to get fucking annoying. 

“What’s wrong, Mick? Don’t want us to talk about you cuddlin’ anymore?” Colin snickers. 

“What else does Gallagher do for ya?” Iggy says. “Does he give you his jacket when you get cold?” 

“Has he ever swept you off your feet?” Mandy smirks. “Literally?” 

The questions are coming rapidly. Mickey’s torn between anger and embarrassment. Ian doesn’t even try to stop them. He’s enjoying it, the fucker. 

“That’s it,” Mickey shoves Ian’s arms away and stands. “I ain’t listening to anymore of you fuckers. So fucking what if that’s what we were doing? Not like any of you are getting anything so shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone.” 

His outburst quiet's them. But then Iggy opens his damn mouth again. 

“Ay, Mick. I forgot to ask earlier. You got any smokes I can use?” 

“No I don’t have fucking smokes!” Mickey bellows, turning on his heel and slams his bedroom door shut. 

“....Guess you didn’t cuddle him enough,” Iggy says to Ian. 

[cloudy-em]

Hi, that's me again😅

So... my other idea for Lip is: (again with relatively shy reader, because I love the thrope a lot) the reader and Lip are already in a relationship, one day someone teases her a little too much on the sexual theme (they haven't had sex yet so she's a bit insecure about it) he notices, he defends her, and once they're alone he starts to joke around, teases her in a sweet way, to make her feel more comfortable to talk about it. (She is not a virgin, she's just not that experienced)

Hope you like this one, if not. It's okay, I promise😂

another great idea! <3

personally i don't celebrate thanksgiving but i remember an episode from one of the earlier seasons of them doing a thanksgiving meal which is very convenient for this so it's loosely based on that

warnings: sexual comments, innuendos, Mickey's kinda being an ass but his comments aren't ill-intended

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The Gallagher household was bustling with activity. Fiona and V were in the kitchen, finishing up some last minute food preparations while Kevin was entertaining Carl and some of his friends in the yard with games. Ian was fixing drinks for everyone, desperately trying to find Debbie to figure out what she wanted (she was in her room, Mandy braiding her hair for her so she could impress Little Hank). Lip was finishing up a project for some sophomore who'd offered to pay him $100, and Liam was sitting patiently in his high chair. Y/N did her best to help out by setting the table, ensuring there were enough chairs and that everyone had all the proper utensils.

Mickey walked in the front door, beer in hand and flopped down, watching as Y/N reached across to the other side of the table to put a fork next to the plate. Mickey whistled like a boy in a 60s tv show.

"Damn, I bet you're used to that position," he quipped, taking another swig or his beer. Y/N looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows.

Mickey shrugged. "You know, cause I'm sure Philip bends you over pretty often." Y/N realized his implications, blushing and looking away. Mickey laughed, much more comfortable on the subject of sex than she was. "I'm sure Fiona's had to schedule time out of the house with the rest of the kids just to give you two some 'alone time'!"

Y/N grew increasingly uncomfortable. She wasn't a virgin or a puritan, but she and Lip hadn't had sex yet. They hadn't had a conversation about it or anything, but she wanted to wait a while and Lip had never brought it up with her.

Mickey laughed, "Look, kid, don't have to hide anything, we've all walked in on Lip with one of his hookups before." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Besides, it's always the shy one's who are the kinkiest!"

Y/N looked away, trying not to pay him any more mind and focus on her task. Lip walked down the stairs having finished with the sophomore's project, and immediately noticed something was off. His girlfriend was shy, sure, but she never bowed her head as low as she had.

"Hey, Lip!" Mickey called, teasing. Lip looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. "Maybe you should go out back and have quickie with your girl, get 'er to stop bein' such a priss." Lip realized what was wrong, walking over to his blushing girlfriend and placing his arm around her waist.

"Fuck off," Lip sighed. "Y/N isn't a priss, she just doesn't think the whole world needs to know about her sex life like you and Ian seem to."

Mickey raised his arms in surrender, "'Kay, fuck, Gallagher, it was all teasing, no harm meant!" He got up from his seat and went to the kitchen, presumably to grab another beer.

"C'mon, baby," Lip said softly, squeezing Y/N's waist and guiding her up to his room. He sat with her on the edge of Ian's bed, holding her hand and rubbing his calloused thumb on the back of it.

"I'm sorry he was messin' with you, baby," he whispered. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Anything I can do for you?" He emphasized his apology by pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"No, just," she paused, thinking about how she wanted to phrase her next sentence. "Do you ever, I don't know, feel like I'm holding you back?"

Lip had a puzzled look on his face. "Whatd'ya mean, hon?"

"Well with like, you know," she sighed, pulling her hand away from Lip to hide her face. "We haven't had sex and I feel like that's my fault." She heard him chuckle quietly, her embarrassment seeping into her soul even more.

"Baby," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as she continued to hide her face. "It's nobody's fault. We haven't talked about it yet! That's the most important part of any relationship, and that's taken me a while to learn. I figured you'd bring it up when you were ready. I didn't want you to feel pressured."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and glazed over, on the verge of tears because of her embarrassment. "Really?" she asked.

"Really," he nodded like he had given an order to the universe.

"I thought that maybe you weren't attracted to me or that you thought I wasn't good enough," she whispered.

"Me? Not attracted to you? Aw babe!" he laughed, nose touching hers in a loving exchange. "A pretty thing like you deserves to be worshipped. When we have sex, I'm takin' my time with you."

She giggled at his compliment, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, what you don't believe me? I've wanted to sleep with pretty girl forever, I just wanted to make sure she's ready for me," he smiled at her. The more he complimented her, easing in sex references, the more comfortable she felt on the subject. He had waited for her! He didn't think she was a prude or anything, he just had respect for her; he cared for her. She felt warmth in her chest as she processed the conversation. Lip kissed her nose briefly, helping her stand up from the bed.

"And try not to let Mickey get you down. He's just like that and assumes everyone else is comfortable talking about their sex life the way he does. I'll warn him to dial it down when he's around you, though," Lip told her, looking into her eyes to make sure she knew he was serious.

"Thanks, Lip. I love you," she told him, hugging him again.

"I love you, too, Y/N. Now, we'll talk more about us and our boundaries and moving forward later," he told her, trying to help her be more comfortable discussing sex with him. "But right now I think we've got a dinner to be at."

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thanks for reading! sorry about me projecting a lil bit in lip and reader's conversation lol, i just think it's really important to have these conversations with your partners and i think lip, despite being all tough and "not sappy" (but he totally is) really cares about discussing boundaries with his partner

have a great day!

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

MASTERLIST

《 Previous - Next 》

Chapter 22

Marty aside, Veronica and Kevin's wedding day was amazing. V and Fiona managed to tie Marty in the bathroom so that they could get married in the Alibi. Everyone was there.

Carol got so emotional. She had held Desna's hand as V and Kev shared their vows. The Gallagers, of course, had been present. Even Frank seemed genuinely happy, and not only because of the alcohol. Ian had invited Mandy Milkovich. They were still pretending to be dating, but the girl seemed to be pretty content with that accommodation. Unfortunately, though, Karen Jackson came, and she liked to be all over Lip for the entire time. But Desna noticed the way Karen observed her every time she got close to the boy.

She wanted her reaction; Desna was well aware. Karen liked to see Desna get jealous and angry as if to make a point. But she didn't want to give that bitch the satisfaction. Lip cared about her; Desna knew that. And it was enough.

"Do you wanna dance?" Lip asked her as the party started. His voice came from behind her. His lips close to her ear.

"Sure," she answered, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the dancefloor. And she didn't miss it: Karen's glare from across the room, and Desna's smile in her direction. Then her attention went back to Lip when he had pulled her close.

"You look beautiful," he said in her ear with a smirk.

"I hoped you'd like it," she had answered. Desna had chosen to put on a simple purple satin dress. It was comfortable, but it hugged her body perfectly, and when she tried it on, she had no doubt that it was the dress that she would have worn.

"I didn't see this," he said with his hands on her hips. Desna cocked her head to the side with a playful smirk.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," she said, looking into his eyes. His face was so close that she only had to lean over to close the small space between them.

"Oh, yeah?" he asked. His lips turned up in a grin, and she nodded, liking how his hands guided her body closer to his. "I really want to kiss you," he whispered, making her giggle. She wanted it, too.

"Kiss already," Kev's voice made them turn with wide eyes as Kevin and Vee danced next to them.

"What?" Desna and Lip asked at the same time.

"I've figured it out since we spoke about him," Veronica said, looking at Desna as her arms were around her husband.

"And... I mean..." she muttered, "Is that okay?"

"I don't want you pregnant," Vee warned her.

"And no sex when we are in the house," Kev pleaded, "It is traumatic enough to know that you are having sex, bug."

Desna blushed, "Kev!"

Since that day, her encounters with Lip have been easier to organize. Now Fiona, Vee, and Kev knew what was going on, so it was no longer difficult for them to justify why they wanted to spend time together. Desna has also found herself sleeping at the Gallaghers from time to time, but there had been no sex those times since Carl and Ian slept in Lip's same room.

That was why, that morning, she was in Lip's bed, his arm around her, and his eyes still closed, when she finally woke up. Desna turned towards him, smiling as she observed him sleeping. She caressed his cheek lightly as she studied his features. Lip didn't open his eyes, but his arm pulled her closer.

"Morning," she whispered with a little giggle.

"I was awake," Lip muttered. Desna leaned over to peck his cheek. That made him tiredly smile.

"You better," she answered. "We gotta go to school." Lip groaned, making her giggle again. Then, the sound of the door opening made her turn to look in that direction. Desna frowned when she saw who it was.

"Desna?" the boy that had just entered said.

"Warren," she said slowly sitting up, while Lip groaned.

"Lip," the boy said.

"Warren," Lip muttered, his arm adjusting around Desna's hip. He really didn't want to wake up that morning.

"Where's my paper?" Warren asked.

"Where's my money?" Lip's quick reply made her smile. Then his fingers lightly gripped her hip before he started to get up.

"Okay," he said jumping down the bunk bed, "I wanna see it."

As the boys exited the room, Desna jumped down too. She walked towards her clothes, glancing towards the corridor.

"Thirty-five, right?" Warren asked, making Desna shook her head.

"No, fifty," Lip answered. Then Warren started to say strange sounds, stereotyped sounds that people who didn't speak an Asian language thought Asian languages sounded like.

"Stop speaking fake Korean, Warren," Lip said, "I never said thirty-five. Des, did I say thirty-five?"

"Never heard of thirty-five," she answered.

"See, I've got a witness," Lip said. "I've never said thirty-five. Not for the paper I wrote you last month, not for the paper I wrote you last semester, not for this. All right? It's fifty." When he got back, Lip had brought her a brush, which Desna took with a quick 'thank you' as she started to comb her hair.

"Can you do thirty-six?" Warren asked, but Lip refused.

"Thirty-eight?" Desna and Lip looked at each other before Lip sat on Ian's bed. The girl went to the bathroom to quickly change into her clothes and kept listening to what Lip was saying to Warren.

"Now, the fact here is that you, the one Korean I know, made a deal for fifty bucks for an original essay about The Great Goddamn Gatsby," Lip was saying as Desna went back in the room, laying her shoulder against the doorframe, observing him as he took his shirt off, "Yet, once again, you're trying to lower my agreed-upon price. Okay? So I want you to give me fifty or GFY."

Desna smiled.

"GFY?" Warren asked confused.

"Go fuck yourself," Lip said.

Warren let out a frustrated breath, but finally, he gave Lip his fifty bucks.

"Thank you," Lip said cockily, observing Warren leaving the room. Desna let the boy pass, but her eyes remained on Lip. He smirked at her, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Desna crossed the room to stop in front of Lip, who parted his legs so that she could stand between them.

"I told you," she started, putting her hands on his naked shoulders, liking the feeling of his skin under her fingers, "It turns me on when you go all smartass on people." Lip's smirk got wider, as his hands moved to her hips.

"Does it?" He smirked, then moved his hand to the side of her neck, bringing her closer so that their lips could touch. She smiled as they kissed. This situation was becoming rather pleasant. Desna was happy that she and Lip seemed more inclined to spend time with each other, even if it did not involve sex. She liked it.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound made Lip groan as he turned towards where the sound was coming from. Desna took a breath as he stood up to walk to his bed.

“Karen, hey,” she should have known. It seemed like Karen knew when Lip and Desna spent time together. It was becoming more persistent lately.

Lip turned to Desna, who forced herself to smile before starting to put her books back in her bag. “Yeah, sure. No problem,” Lip said. Alright. See you later.”

Silence fell in the room. Desna didn't really want to give Karen Jackson too much thought; she had decided it, and she wanted to keep that promise that she made to herself.

"We-um..." Lip started to speak from behind Desna. "We'll catch up at the school entrance to talk to Oompa."

Desna nodded her head, still not turning to him. "She gave you his contact," she answered simply, "I think it's fair." She heard Lip take a breath, so as she closed her bag, Desna looked at him with a small smile. "What's that face?" she asked, observing his expression. Always thinking, Lip was always thinking.

"Nothing," he shook his head before taking her hand and pulling her closer. She let him guide her until his arms moved around her waist. On his lips appeared a smirk as she moved her hands to lock around his neck, "Where were we?" Desna giggled before his mouth was on hers. She closed her eyes as her fingers went through his locks, to keep him close in the passionate kiss they were sharing. His hands moved from her hips to her ass-cheeks to push her against his body. His fingers grabbed her flesh, and she let out a moan when her phone rang.

"Really?" Lip groaned, making her giggle.

"It's better this way," she said as she took her phone from the front pocket of her jeans, "We have no time."

"I can be quick," she rolled her eyes as she pressed the button to lit up the screen. A frown formed on her face as she saw a message from an unknown number.

Hi. It said.

It had already happened some days before. Probably, someone had just the wrong number, and they kept trying. But why say only 'Hi'. She wondered if she had to write back to tell whoever it was that they were probably searching for someone else. Or they may have figured it out at some point.

"What is it?" Lip asked, observing Desna putting her phone back into her pocket.

"Nothing, wrong number," she said with a smile before taking his hand. "Come on, let's go downstairs."

Desna and Lip made their way to the stairs, and they could already hear the Gallagher family being active and ready for the day. "Lip gave me enough for it yesterday," they heard Fiona's voice, "I picked up a shift and forgot to walk it into the payment center." The oldest Gallagher had Liam in her arms, and she was finishing preparing the lunch for her siblings.

"Everything okay?" Desna asked as she noticed Steve running behind Fiona.

"I just forgot to pay the bill, Des," Fiona said as Steve looked at the money jar with wide eyes.

"Four hundred and thirty bucks?" he asked, "Lip's flushed this month." Desna smiled at Lip as he get past her to go around the counter.

"It's SAT season," Fiona explained.

"He is always flush during SAT season," Debbie explained as she was finishing to get her bag ready.

"SAT?" Steve asked, confused.

"College tests," Ian answered, giving Desna's shoulder a squeeze as he passed behind her.

"He tutors?" Steve asked, but Lip shook his head.

"No, takes," he said with a cocky smile that made Desna chuckle as she fixed Carl's hat.

"Oh, hey!" Ian said to get his older brother's attention. "I got another lead for you." Desna looked at Lip.

"Aren't you fully booked this week?" she asked, and the boy smiled.

"Yeah, I am," he answered before looking at Ian, "Set it up, duche. I'm taking it for someone else today, but there's another session in two weeks." Desna observed Lip with admiration; she knew he was smart, but he always surprised her with how smart he was. She was sure he could have a great future before him. And she hoped he would.

"Don't take the phone today, okay?" Fiona said, "I need it."

"I need it!" Debbie said, making all of them frown.

"For what?" Ian asked.

"Cold calling for babysitting gigs." She explained, "I sound more mature on the phone." Desna smiled fondly at the girl.

"Have you eaten?" Lip asked her as he walked behind her with Liam in his arms.

"Not hungry," Desna answered, "I'll grab something at school."

Finally, Fiona managed to get everyone ready for school, so they left the house to get inside Steve's car. He was a good addition; now they had free rides to school every day and no more waking up early to walk the streets of Chicago in the freezing cold of the morning. His car was big enough for them all to sit inside. Of course, Carl and Debbie would end up on one of their laps, but the ride was quite comfortable.

First, Steve dropped the kids off, and then he drove them to high school. Desna had to keep herself from rolling her eyes when she noticed Karen already waiting for Lip at the school entrance. Lip was sitting in the front, so he didn't notice Desna's reaction, but Ian was sitting next to her, and he caressed her back with an encouraging smile.

Let's do this, Desna said to herself.

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They were young, in love and careless, but the shock of Mickey becoming pregnant forced them to grow up in ways that would soon be unimaginable to them. Come along for Ian and Mickey's journey in an alternate universe that centers around male carriers, and the risks the two men are willing to take in order to have their happy family.

[moonschocolate]

I NEED THESE SPIN-OFFS RN

Frank's past - we got to see how he is right now, so basically a degenerate father who doesn't do nothing, or at least not if there's any money or alcohol involved, but before meeting monica he was so much more than that, and honestly i want to see young frank and then his encounter with monica, and maybe something about his family too becaue we also know about how terrible his mom was to him, and how his dad made him wear dresses because he wanted him to. He did a lot of shitty things, but I still can't say I hate him, he still has some (0.00001% of him) good in him.

Gallavich years later - We've got a lot of Gallavich content (NOT ENOUGH) but what about Gallavich adobting a baby. What about Mickey being an INCREDIBLE father to the baby (not that Ian wouldn't cause we've seen him with Yevgeni but MICKEY??!!? He'd be a great father if he'd care about the baby, he didn't like yevgeni because of the way he was born), and yeah. Just gallavich as 30 y/o men raising a boy. i need this + them when they find out he has a girlfriend like- "we raised you better than that" HWHDHHHQHQAHHSHAHAHAH

Whatever the fuck was up with Mandy - WE. DIDN'T. SEE. HER. ENOUGH. We should've known more about Mandy and that BITCH she "was with". How he treated her. Why he treated her that way. How it affected her. NOTHING. Just some frames of her injured with Ian worrying about her. NADA.

Milkovich past - We get many hints about how shitty Terry was but what about seeing little happy Mickey and Mandy having their mood ruined by Terry. What about how they reacted. If they've never tried to talk back or if they were always silent recieving "what he had to give." Especially Terry r*ping Mandy. (yes I love angst) (yes i want even more reasons to be mad at terry)

Fiona in the future - Where is she? Does she have a boyfriend? Is she married? Has life being going okay? Has anyone been visiting her? is she still talking regularly with V? I know that Emmy left, but it still makes me mad how she was barely mentioned in two whole seasons.

Monica's past - Has she been like that since her teens? What was her relationship with herself being bipolar when she first found out? Was her family shitty like all the people's families in the show? Did she love Frank too? I need answers.

Thank you for listening to my yapping session. :)

[rayrayor]

New chapter up, double the fun as Karma nudges both Lip and Kash . And as always thank you Alice @darthvaders-wife for bringing pieces of my writings to life💕💕💕😁

[konaiiro]

fic which was drabble that kept growing until i decided enough's enough. anyways i think its good and angsty if you have time for a quick 1705 words.

s2/s3 of Shameless from Mandy's perspective

Looking back, summer of 2012 had been something special. Something was in the air they breathed, in the beer they drank and in the joints they smoked. It was inescapable and ever since the leaves began to yellow later that season, she had craved that feeling like an addict.

Like most cherished things the adolescent euphoria didn’t last forever, as the two of them had started the late May days as wide-eyed teenagers but by October they had begun to grow weathered like the leaves, following their twisted, auburn stems on an inevitable path down, down, down.

[haunted-phantom-student]

I'd like to dedicate this one to @m4ndysk4nkovich for all her thoughts on Mandy, Ian, and Mickey that inspired me to do a rambling introspection/POV Gallivach fic of her and to @callivich for always reblogging my rambling fics in general 😂🥰❤️

[jessij1997]

Day 15: Fortunate

Mickey sat on the curb, staring into the night, when Mandy joined him, silently lighting a cigarette. They sat in comfortable silence until she finally spoke. “You know, I used to worry you’d never find… well, someone who’d stick around.” Mickey scoffed, though he avoided her gaze. “Lucky me, huh?” Mandy nudged his shoulder, her voice softer. “Not lucky—fortunate. There’s a difference.” He glanced over, catching the faint smile she tried to hide. “Yeah? Since when are you all wise and stuff?” She laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Since my idiot brother finally figured out what he deserves.”

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[em-harlsnow]

new fanfic!!

canon divergent season 3 ep 5, when Mickey also yells at Lip for what he said to Mandy, because I rewatched the ep and just needed some protective sibling Mickey.

here's a snippet:

“I was. Until the asshole yelled at me and told me to fucking leave.” Mandy says bitterly.

“He said that?” Her brother asks, eyebrows raised menacingly. 

“Yep. But I’m over it. He’s a prick anyway.” She tries to sound flippant, but is fully aware that Mickey probably sees right through it.

“Yeah, sure.” He rolls his eyes and makes his way to his room. Mandy takes that as the end of their brother-sister bonding and leaves. 

As she walks down the porch steps, the front door opens behind her. 

“What are you doing?” Mandy asks, exasperation coating her voice. 

Mickey closes the door and looks at her smugly. There’s a bat clasped in his fist which she knows belongs to their dad and a cigarette dangling from his lips. 

“None of your business, bitch.” He tells her, walking past and making his way up the street. 

“Don’t kill him!” She calls after him and gets waved off. 

And here's the link:

This is part of a Milkovich family series I'm working on, which will not be chronological and might be canon compliant or divergent, depending on how I feel.

Also - I wrote this really late and didn't get a chance to edit so I'm sorry for errors.

I hope you enjoy!

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[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

A Card For Aunt Mandy

inspired by a video I saw

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It’d been nice to have his sister come visit, Mickey could admit. She came to stay for a week, spending some time with him, hanging out with Ian doing whatever kinda shit they liked. She also enjoyed seeing Yev. 

But after a week of her being here, Mickey was ready for her to get the fuck out. At least then he and Ian could fuck without her banging on the walls to shout at them for it. 

“Mandy, hurry the fuck up,” he hollered. “You got a flight to catch!” 

“It’s not until one-thirty, douchebag!” She snapped back, pulling her luggage out with her. Ian, of course, rushed to help her. Mickey didn’t bother, just leaned against the back of the couch, smoking. 

“Whatever,” he said. 

She huffed. Now that she was near the door, she said to Ian with great emphasis, “Thanks for the help. It’s nice to know some people are considerate.” 

Mickey held up his middle finger. 

Ian laughed, taking her into his arms for another hug. Jesus Christ, he’d already hugged her-what, twice already. “I’m gonna miss you, Mands.” 

She pressed her face into his shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you too.” 

“Am I fucking invisible or what?” 

“Maybe if you helped me, I’d hug you,” Mandy swatted at him. Mickey tried going in for a titty twister but she was one step ahead of him and pinched his ass. 

“Ay!” He yelped. 

“Not so nice, huh?” She snarked. 

Mickey grumbled under his breath, drawing her in for a hug. “Skank.” 

“Assface,” Mandy’s arms were tight around him. Then they parted, with her moving some hair out of her face. “Hey, Yevy?” She called. “Your dad’s taking me to the airport soon.” 

“Come tell Aunt Mandy goodbye,” Ian added. 

Instantly, the sound of heels digging into the floor was heard. Mickey rolled his eyes. He gave up on telling the kid to walk lightly in the house. 

“Aunt Mandy! Aunt Mandy!” Yev was holding up a card he’d made for her. “Look! It’s for you!” 

“It is? ” Mandy took it from him, her smile slipping. 

“What?” Ian asked, brows furrowing. “What is it?” 

“I made Aunt Mandy a card,” Yev explained, taking it back to show Ian proudly. Ian immediately had to smash his lips together to suppress his startled laughter. 

“Oh, wow. What does that say, Buddy?” 

Mickey stubbed out his cigarette and caught a glimpse of it. He snorted in surprise. 

“It says see you next time,” Yev said, smiling widely, showing off the gap in his teeth. “But...But I shortened it so it would fit, see?” 

That might have been Yev’s intentions, but he’d misspelled it by one letter, inadvertently abbreviating the word to cunt instead., surrounded by a few misshapen hearts. 

“Holy shit,” Mickey cackled. Mandy shot him a glare. If Svetlana were here she’d probably try to scold him for his reaction in fucking Russian but he couldn’t help it, he just lost it. 

“Why is Daddy laughing?” Yev frowned. 

“Because your dad’s an asshole,” Mandy said darkly. She looked betrayed when a few chuckles slipped out of Ian’s mouth. He glanced at her apologetically but he was struggling to keep his composure. 

Yev, of course, was completely confused. But he shook this off, wrapping his arms around Mandy’s waist. “Do you like it, Aunt Mandy?” 

She sighed, smiling down at him. “I love it,” she told him, kissing his hair. 

[mmandymmilkovich]

So I made these layouts of 1955 Zemansky Road for myself, and I figured others might be interested so I cleaned them up a little. Don't focus too much on the scale of rooms/doors/windows.

On the left we have an amalgamation of season 1-3, which stayed decently consistent after season 2's kitchen and laundry extension. On the right is season 3-5. There is a basement as confirmed in season 11, so... more bedrooms down there? I had to make some concessions for window placement but all in all I think this is pretty accurate.

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 11

Canada.

Frank Gallagher was in Canada.

“How’s it possible?” Desna had asked with wide eyes observing V that had just entered the house to inform her.

“Steve apparently,” Veronica had said, taking a breath.

“That’s fucked up,” Desna had said.

Her eyes followed Carl and Debbie as they played in the playgrounds. Since Kevin and Veronica were the only two with passports, they went with Steve to cross the border and bring Frank back to America. It was unbelievable that Steve had taken the man and left him in Canada, but, in all honesty, Desna didn’t feel like blaming him.

The girl looked at the children's play, running around as she was sitting on the swing. She was Carl’s age when she was taken away from her family. Her mother had been a drunk since a young age; she had tried to get sober more than once. Desna had been in and out of foster care for the first years of her life, from what she knew. Her first memories started when her mother had managed to get sober, cooking, playing, and regular stuff… it was during that period that Kev had met Desna and her mother; he was a neighbor, and Desna remembered that she liked to play with Kev even if she could not remember it clearly.

But when she was seven years old, he came into their life.

She remembered him the first time he met her. He was so charming, lovely, and friendly. Everyone in the neighborhood liked him. Desna liked him as well, and finally, she saw her mother happy and serene. And Desna was finally feeling like she could have a normal family, like the one her friends at school had. The day her mother married that man, he promised that he would take care of them, protect them, and that they would have been happy. And they believed it.

But they were wrong.

It didn’t take long for him to show his true face; a violent drug dealer, dangerous and egoistic. He got angry at everything, at anything, and he would beat her mother almost every day. Desna was eight, and he had terrorized her, telling her that if she had told what was happening to anyone, he would have killed them both. It didn’t take long for her mother to relapse. She started to drink again. And the worst part was that she said that she loved him and that he was right. She did nothing to protect herself or her daughter. And once his attention moved to Desna, she did nothing.

What kind of parents let their children suffer? What kind of parents choose themselves over their kids? They could not defend themselves. Parents were supposed to be there to show their children the way, not to keep drinking so that they could forget the struggles of their lives.

Social services saved Desna's life. When Kev knew what had happened, he looked for her and decided to take her in with V.

If Frank Gallagher had left, social services would probably have taken the Gallaghers away. But that could not happen.

She observed Debbie and Carl.

Desna was alone, they weren’t, and no one cared to keep siblings together.

They were stuck: a shit of a father or the perspective to face the future alone, without the people that they relied on the most.

“D,” as she heard Karen’s voice, Desna had to keep herself from rolling her eyes.

“You know my name very well, Karen,” she said without turning, “Cut the shit out.”

Karen giggled, sitting on the swing next to her, “Someone is stressed; why don’t you go fuck, Lip?” Then she gasped, “Oh wait, you can’t.”

Desna turned to Karen, “What do you want?”

“Always knew you were the jealous type,” Karen seemed very amused by what was going on, “I bet you can’t even think of how many things Lip and I are doing right now.”

That made Desna scoff.

“It’s not about that,” Desna answered, before turning away, “You wouldn’t understand anyway.”

She could feel Karen’s eyes on her, and she just wished that she would have left soon.

“You think you’re better than me?” Karen challenged.

Desna’s lips showed a smile as her eyes moved back to the girl next to her. “Yeah,” Karen said, seeming taken aback by her words.

“I give a shit about who I care about,” Desna said, “And in return, I want to know where I stand. Sex is fun, but I’m not a whore,” then she stood up, calling for the kids, “Honestly Karen, you two can fuck how much you want, I’m not jealous of you. I’m jealous that you have a space in his life.”

The days went by, Frank was back, and their usual life came back again. She went to school, studied, and went to work. She worked almost every day; she had nothing else to do, so why not earn some more money? She didn’t go to the Gallaghers as much, especially when she knew that Lip was at home. And when they met they didn’t really speak, they avoided look at each other more than they had to. And she missed him, but she was not going to tell him anything. Probably, it was better like that.

“Why do I need to study French?” Ian complained on top of the ladder as he organized the goods on a shelf.

“Culture?” Desna asked teasingly, “Helping a handsome French guy in need?” He glared at her when she passed him a bag of chips.

“It’s easy for you,” he complained, “You’ve got all straight A in French,” then it turned with a frown, “Are you taking Spanish classes as well?”

“Claro que sí,” he gave her another glare, which made her giggle as she passed him another good. "Come on, let me brag a little bit. These are the only classes where I got good grades,” she then said, taking a break. "Since I’ve stopped seeing Lip, even my grades are down.”

“What other things went down?” Ian asked with a teasing smile.

Desna tilted his head, “My patience to deal with smartasses,” Ian chuckled, getting off of the ladder.

“I didn’t think you’d resist this much without seeing each other,” Ian said as he approached another shelf. Desna followed him, taking a breath.

“Yeah, well…” she said, “I’m not planning to see him any time soon,” Ian turned to her, leaning his arm on the ladder, with a frown.

“I admit that I don’t understand Lip and his whole Karen thing. I can see why you broke it off,” He was saying, and her brown moved up in a frown.

“That’s not why I broke it off,” Desna stopped him. Her words took him by surprise.

“Then what happened?”

“I thought he told you,” she answered, confused.

“He told me you left him,” he said, his face grave as he observed her looking away with a scoff.

“Did he mention what he told me?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. And when he shook his head, she spoke again, “Lip is very vocal in calling Karen his best friend,” then she shrugged her shoulders, “That’s fine, I don’t care. But when I’ve asked him what am I to him, his answer was ‘a good fuck’,” Ian's eyes widened.

“Exact words?” He asked.

“Yep,” she said bitterly, nodding her head,

“Shit…” he muttered.

Then Desna took a breath. “I knew that he didn’t want a relationship,” she said. "And I knew that he had a thing for Karen, but… I don’t know…”

Ian observed her, “Did you two talk about you’re umm… situationship?”

“Not at first,” she answered honestly, “I mean, after the first time we had sex, we’d started to jump at each other at any moment we could,” they really did. After that night on the couch, they just couldn’t keep their hands on each other, and what started as steamy sex started out of nowhere became real encounters.

“I just wanted to know if he cares about me,” she admitted, “And it hurt me that he does not see anything else in me, if not sex.”

Ian’s hand moved to touch her arm, “I think he’s just an asshole,” he said, making her turn with a frown, “He can say whatever, but he would not be that upset if he didn’t care just a little.”

“Is he upset? Even now?” She asked with wide eyes, and Ian nodded his head. If he was upset, then maybe he cared, even just a little. Perhaps he missed her. And for some reason, she could not stop the smile on her face, “Am I a bitch if it feels good to know?”

Ian chuckled, “No,” and that made her laugh.

As they were laughing, the shop's door opened, making the two of them turn. Desna looked at Ian when she noticed Mandy Milkovich stepping into the shop.

“She is here for you,” Desna muttered. Ian shoved her a little.

Mandy was Mikey’s sister, and she was in the same grade as Ian and Desna. History class together. Lately, she has started to give Ian lots of attention, trying to talk to him every time she can. Desna had told Ian about her thoughts, but he usually dismissed her, saying that she was imagining things.

“I’m telling you, man, she is here to flirt with you,” she said, her eyes on Mandy, who was looking around.

“She is here to shop,” Ian said firmly.

“Of course she is; you’re a snack,” at her answer, he glared at her, and that made her giggle.

“Ian!” Mandy greeted him as she walked closer.

“I’mma go,” Desna said. She felt Ian's hand try to grab her, but she dodged him. She had noticed how Mandy seemed not to like when Desna talked to Ian, and for how much she loved him, she really didn’t want any more troubles with any Milkovich. She waved at Ian as she exited the shop, feeling a little bad and a little amused by how he was looking at her.

Desna was walking back home, her mind thinking about its favorite subject once again. Lip apparently was upset for some reason, and a part of her felt great about it. Maybe he really missed her, perhaps he really cared, but the other part of her told her that it was sex that he missed, only that, end, her joy started to die down a little.

“Hello,” Iggy Milkovich's voice made her stop. He was standing in front of her, observing her body with that gaze that really made her feel uneasy.

“What do you want?” she asked, unconsciously taking a step back when he approached. A viscous smirk was on his lips.

“You know what I want,” he said, moving his hand, but as his fingers touched her face, she slapped his hand away.

“I told you not to touch me!” She exclaimed, and he raided his hands with a low chuckle.

“No worries,” he said. I’m not going to do anything that you won’t agree to do.”

Her eyes studied his movements in case of any possible action from him, “That’ll never happen,” she stated firmly, but that chuckle left his lips again as he leaned forward.

“Don’t worry, you will,” he said.

“Why would I do that?” she asked in a shaky voice. She didn’t like his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat when he moved to speak into her ear.

“You’ll see,” those words suddenly made her feel cold and unable to move. Iggy looked at her one more time before walking past her.

He was starting to terrorize her. She didn’t like his eyes; there was only lust in them. He wanted to have her again, and she cursed herself for having put herself in that situation. She did exactly what she should have to avoid. As she felt him far from her, she let out a shaky breath. He was not going to hurt her. He couldn’t. She tried to convince herself that Iggy Milkovich would not have touched her, but her hands started shaking again.

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**NEW CHAPTER**

Brothers talk. Discoveries are made. Pizzas are assembled. Confessions are told.

Mickey has divulged some pretty serious information, possibly taking their relationship a step further, but Ian's reaction... might just take the cake.