#mandy milkovich x you

[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.

[burninface]

6 ways to support your gay little brother

by Iggy Milkovich

[strnqer]

TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT U

pairing. lip gallagher x afab!reader

synopsis. lip gallagher believed he had it all: a best friend who always had his back and loved him unconditionally—the same girl he thought he had fallen for—and a dysfunctionally perfect family. but one day as he climbed her window in search of her, he stumbled upon a list detailing all the ways in which he had hurt her. and suddenly she wasn’t just his best friend, she was the girl he had taken for granted, knowing or believing she would always be by his side. what would happen when, one day, she simply wasn’t there anymore?

content warning

i. the beginning of the end

ii. one: his voice

iii. two: his smile

iv. three: his laugh

v. four: his eyes

vi. five: his hands

vii. six: his looks

viii. seven: his scent

ix. eight: lip gallagher

x. nine: the way he knew me

xi. ten: you

[lupeloto]

ian gallagher took one look at the milkoviches and said “yeah...yeah so those are the ones i must love and protect.”

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

i keep seeing “me and my husband” by mitski in gallavich playlists and like… no. WRONG. INCORRECT. *loud incorrect buzzer*

are ian and mickey husbands?? YES. are they happy? YES. and that is precisely why they are not “me and my husband”.

“me and my husband” is so grossly misinterpreted and it kills me… it is not about a healthy relationship; the song isn’t about a stable happy marriage like…

you know who fits “me and my husband”? lip and mandy.

the song is about a houswife who is dependent on her spouse- who places her worth on her husband. it’s about unhealthy attachment, being so attached and dependent that you really aren’t your own person without your spouse, and not in a good way. not like you fit together like puzzle pieces, like you are really not a person without them.

season 3 mandy IS that song. people joke about how mandy’s like a housewife, and like, yeah she kinda is. being without lip, or even the thought of being without him, destroys her. and it ends up literally destroying karen because of what it drove (no pun intended) mandy to do. “and i am the idiot with a painted face, in the corner, taking up space” is such a mandy line, especially when lip screams at her to go home to her own fucking house. she thrives when lip loves her, but when he doesn’t, she goes crazy. she craves it- she’s addicted to it because she’s never been loved and the only way she knows how to get love is through her sexuality, so she will literally do anything in her power to get him to love her even if it means ruining herself.

anyways, ian and mickey may be attached, but they aren’t attached like that. they have been unhealthy and toxic, but not like that. ian and mickey are much more like “i’m your man” by mitski.

[scentedpepper]

SHAMELESS SUBLIST

LIP GALLAGHER:

Trajectories of Temptation

Fish. [request]

IAN GALLAGHER:

Bar Fights and Candle Light [request]

[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.."

[iangallagherisadeadman]

I wanted to see you naked, I wanted to hear you scream Wanted to kiss your skin and your everything I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man I wanted to be the one that you could understand

Well, I walked into your dagger for the last time It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow Where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go So I can't find surrender, and I can't keep control You turn me inside out and then you want me outside in You spin me all around, and then you ask me not to spin! You say you wanna be alone! And you want children!? You wanna be with me, you wanna be with him...

[deathclassic]

a LONG list of fic recs

some fics i have enjoyed over the years

tonight belongs to me by @solitarycreaturesthey

the cleaner by @notherenewjersey

first times by @sluttygallavich

span the distance (bridge the border) by @sam-loves-seb

Every Love and Every Pretense by MintSauce

the taming of ian gallagher by @whatthebodygraspsnot

absent of shame by fingersfallingupwards

Re-boyfriending  by @ms-moonlight-inn

it'd be better if you flayed me alive by @crestfallercanyon

kodachrome by Aelia_Gioia

The afterlife by @rayrayor

Melánia by milominderbinder

When You Call Unexpected by @ms-moonlight-inn and @gallavichgeek

Kissed and Unkissed (Phil)Lips by Efflorescent

Right On Time by @depressedstressedlemonzest

Brotherly duty  by crazynadine

Anger Management by @transmurderbug

Misunderstandings by labelma

i like taking pictures (as long as you're in them) by @em-harlsnow

Weed Dreams are made of this by @jrooc and @mybrainismelted

will you still love me when i'm no longer young and beautiful? by @m4ndysk4nkovich

Extraction: Mickey’s Version by @callivich

5 Times Mickey Has Seizures and 1 Time Ian Sees by blackXroseXdying

happier than then by restapesta

Seduceable by labelma

Rewind by @energievie

Liquor Store Robbery by come2gusu

half-grown  by @sam-loves-seb

Ian Gallagher And All Of His Mistakes by toraten

The Morning After by lm19

Needy Bottom by sournotion

Teenage Runaway series by sadwhales

falling for you without a second look by xylodemon

Proud (Outro).  by @twinklyylights

Radio Silence by OfficialStarsandGutters 

Tumblr Archives: Serious by @arrowflier

Look So Good When You're Reading Me  by orphan_account

Employer of the Year; or, The Further Adventures of Mickey Milkovich, Power Bottom by  skepwith

Your Question Has Been Received by @heymacy

Beautiful by undisclosed69

Moonlight Sonata  by AnnaNSmith

Mickey Milkovich vs Kent State Gun Girl  by labelma

gossip never ends by restapesta

Meet the Neighbors by @arrowflier

Uptown Boy by red_special_specialist

a dream of you and me  by markofalover

One Bullet, Two Boys by Eyesthatseenothing

when you get there you'll know  by biblionerd07

please don't say I'm going alone  by biblionerd07

Unexpected by lockmyheart

Etherized Against the Sky  by Snarfle

Queen of Decatur by jaxington

The Fourth Milkovich by Dragon_in_Disguise

people problems  (svetlana x fiona)

The Cat's Meow by my_hopeless_opus (debbie x sandy)

Closeness by beskarsteel (debbie x sandy)

Complicated  by leinthalexandra (debbie x sandy)

skyscrapers by We_Were_Younger (mandy x karen)

sticks and stones by @holymurdock (mandy x karen)

Lipstick by leinthalexandra (mandy x karen)

like lightning  by shamiram (mandy x karen)

[gallaghersgal]

THE SPINS, lip gallagher.

c3 of BORDERLINE. lip x bsf!reader (nickname, MK)

character intros; adri & caro

TAGS & WARNINGS → MATURE 18+. mostly angst & hurt/comfort, some fluff. labor & birth mentions (karen), drinking & smoking (🚬+🍃), angry lip, tw for emetophobia; small scene w/ throwing up.

CHAPTER SUMMARY → karen jackson going into labor and stealing your best friend away on new years eve has to be the worst possible outcome of the day. right?

A/N → hi everyone!! thank u sm for keeping up with this little story of mine, i love it dearly!! enjoy the chapter, bc i know something u don't..... mwahahaha 😈

WC → 2.2k

You wait outside the corner store, Chicago winter wind chilling your fingers as you smoke the last cig from the pack of Marlboros Lip left in your car last week. He’s late. Not that Lip is often punctual, but he’s never twenty minutes late for a bagel sandwich and a hard cider. It’s New Year’s Eve. The two of you always pregame for the holiday when you wake up–often late in the day–and you always do it together. Torn between your fake ID for alcohol and your phone to call Lip, you stuff the plastic into your wallet, freeing your hand to dial his number.

New phone. You’d dropped your old one on Christmas. Into Lake fucking Michigan, of all places. You were trying to get a cool picture with your sister. Regardless of how it happened, all your contacts disappeared with your old phone. It’s a good thing you have his number memorized.

The line rings. It rings over, and over, and over again. Lip’s voicemail message plays. You redial. 

“Hey! MK, look I can’t—” he cuts himself off, and you hear muffled rushing behind him like he’s somewhere fluttering with activity.

“Where are you?” you ask. The other end is quiet. Not silent, though. There are muffled voices and a beeping that has your mind swimming. “Lip Gallagher, where the hell are you?” you ask again.

The receiver crackles like he’s shifting it around, followed by a plastic sound. “Listen, uh,” he starts, sounding frustrated. “Kar’s water broke, she’s goin’ into labor. So, I won’t be at Adri’s party t’night.”

You don’t answer at first, too stunned. You’ve been telling yourself there’s no way this is real. No fucking way you were going to watch your best friend throw away his life for a girl he knocked up at seventeen. A girl who treats him like shit.

A girl who isn’t you.

“Kind of a big fuckin’ deal, y’know,” he mutters. 

You hear the dejection in his voice and decide you won’t be the one to ruin his important day. “Go enjoy it, Lip,” you tell him, “I can’t wait to meet your son sometime.”

There’s a smile in his voice when he responds. “Yeah, thanks. I uh- gotta go, text’ya later,” he says quickly, then the line goes silent.

After hanging up the phone you stare across the street in silence. Eventually your feet guide you back to your car, and muscle memory drives you to Adri’s house. You blare music through your speakers, loud enough to drown out any thought. You’re not ready to process it, not until you get a second opinion, maybe a third. One shaking hand on the steering wheel, you dial your sister’s number.

Roughly an hour later you’re sprawled on Adri’s bed, halfway through a pint of your favorite ice cream. “What the fuck,” you complain for the millionth time, because apparently a second and third opinion on the situation didn’t soothe the uneasy feeling deep in your gut. 

“Hey uh, MK?” Adri asks, holding your phone out to you. “You have a text from Mandy.”

Caroline pauses the game she’s playing on Adri’s TV to whip her head around. “Mandy Milkovich?” she asks in disbelief.

You roll your eyes, “yeah it’s Mandy fuckin’ Milkovich, how many Mandys do we know huh?” Adri crowds behind you as you tap the notification, reading the words in silence. 

Mandy: micks said ian told him the babys asian Mandy: so, not lips kid Mandy: this is a shitshow

Adri mutters ‘oh shit’ and Caro clambers up into the bed, taking your phone to read for herself. You barely notice her, it’s like the world is silent as your mind spins. “I-I have to go, I have to–” you stumble over your words, but Adri grabs your arm. “I have to make sure he’s okay.”

Adri stares you down, keeping you in her grip. You try to pull away but shes strong. “He isn’t your responsibility, you don’t have to fix him.”

Caro giggles, and you glare, pushing her off the corner of Adri’s bed. You snatch your phone back from the mattress, but Adri takes it from your hand immediately. “No, you’re not letting a Gallagher boy ruin our new year’s eve.”

Lip doesn’t remember how he ended up at Adri’s. He downed two shots in the kitchen with a girl in a sparkly skirt, her hand kept landing on his chest but he didn’t respond to her advances. He’s not sure how he got outside either, he just knows his fingers are ice cold in spite of the whiskey coursing through his veins. He’s not sure when you came outside either, stumbling a little down your own stairs as you rush to him with a coat. All he knows is that he wants a smoke.

“It’s freezing! What the fuck are you doing out here?” You hurry to his side and wrap his bare arms in the coat. His fingers shake, and you attempt to take both of his hands in your own.

“Havin’ a smoke,” he explains, jerking his hands away in favor of the pack of Marlboros in his pocket. “Y’got a light?”

You’re worried, seeing the way his fingers fumble with the pack. He’s so far gone. Feeling a wave of protectiveness and pity wash over you, you nod. You remove one glove to flick your lighter, lighting the cigarette that hangs from his lips. He takes a deep drag, blowing the smoke out before passing it to you. Pursed lips make room for the filtered end, and warm smoke fills your lungs. Fuck, you can taste the whiskey on it. You’re doubtful he’ll even remember where he is in the morning. 

You smoke down half of the cig while Lip stands next to you, shaky hands shoved in his pockets and neck craned toward the sky. It’s not like he can see anything, not with the lights of the city. You’re not sure why he’s doing it at all. You nudge him gently, passing back the cigarette.

He takes the thing between his fingers, gesturing towards the sky. Worried hands hover near his sides but he keeps his balance. “No fuckin’ stars,” he grumbles, “who’d want to grow up like that, huh?”

“We grew up like that,” you remind him cynically. Your stomach twists, not  “Lip, look at me. What happened?”

Teary blue eyes meet your gaze. One shaking hand brings the cig to his lips, inhaling a slow drag. He blows the smoke away from your face, then drops it on the ground. 

“‘S almost midnight,” Lip slurs, hooking an arm around your waist and pointing to the large bay window looking in on your living room. The TV shows the times square ball starting it’s descent. Sixty seconds. “I-I was gonna kiss m’son… at midnight. Fuck—“ he stumbles, tugging you with him. 

You plant your feet down, hands gripping his sides to keep him steady. “How much did you drink?”

“As much as I fucking wanted,” he snaps. Forty-five. “Thought I was havin’ a baby with a girl I love, a-an’ she let some other fuckin’ guy knock her up.” He looks at you with teary eyes, and you realize you’ve never seen him this upset. 

A worse friend would’ve said I told you so.

“Hey, hey,” you urge, one hand grasping his chin. He still clings to you, arm locked on your middle to keep himself up. “Lip, in a year she won’t even cross your mind. It’ll b-“

You’re silenced when he shouts at you. “Don’t! Don’t start with the ‘it’ll pass’ bullshit.” Thirty. His arm circles you closer, getting in your face to prove a point. Maybe he’s trying to scare you, defending his heart how he’s been taught. “It all comes an’ fuckin’ goes, I get it!” Twenty.

“I’m not going anywhere Lip. Okay?” Your hands move to grip his shoulders, keeping his attention on you. Ten. You repeat yourself, softer this time. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got me, and you’ve got a future. Forget her.”

Five. Four. Three. Two. 

Lip looks at you with hazy blue eyes. Before you know what’s happening, his lips are on yours.

One.

His arm curls around your back, fingers clutching the fabric of your dress. He tastes like whiskey and smoke, his features etched with regret when he pulls back for air. “Don’t you ever leave me,” he pleads against your lips, voice a low growl.

Maybe it’s the seltzers you’ve downed tonight, maybe it’s the desperate sound of his voice, but you find yourself kissing Lip Gallagher again. It’s a messy affair, his teeth knocking against your own. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it before, of course you have. You spend nearly every day with him, your friendship always teetering on the edge of something more but never quite tipping.

Happy fucking New Year.

You should’ve seen it coming. His knees buckling, body bending over as he falls onto the concrete. “Fuck! What the fuck!?” His eyes are barely open, looking up at you for a quick second before he’s spewing god knows how many drinks into the bushes. “Okay, okay. Alright, sleeves up buddy,” you tell him, forcing down the churn in your own stomach to kneel beside him.

His brow shines with sweat, and between gags he manages, “‘m s-so fuckin’ hot,” in a hoarse grumble. You remove the same jacket you’d placed so carefully on his shoulders minutes before. While his body cools down, the nausea subsides enough for Lip to stand with your aid. 

“Come on, inside. Now,” you urge. He has the presence of mind not to protest. Not now, not after everything he’s just put you through. His body remains pliant as you lead him into the now empty kitchen. You bend him over the sink, one hand holds his curls to keep him steady over the basin as you pull out the spray nozzle.

“What’re y’-” he grumbles, but you shush him.

“Gotta rinse y’mouth out,” you murmur. Lip seems barely coherent as he nods. With one finger you test the water temperature, making sure it’s cool enough to maybe wake him up a little. Water spills from the corners of his mouth as you spray it at him, annoyed noises bubbling up from his throat. 

Adri appears at your side, her brow furrowed slightly at the situation. “Fuck, MK, he’s like. Not okay,” she says, teeth worrying her lower lip. 

You shut the water off, helping him stand back up. A simple shake of your head lets Adri know not to push it, and she understands. One of her arms wraps around Lip’s middle, steadying him further. “You’re gonna go upstairs and get some rest,” you tell him.

In his drunken state Lip can barely walk, let alone haul himself up the stairs. When you finally get him to the game room you notice the wet, grass stained knees of his grey sweatpants. The long sleeve tee he’s wearing can’t be comfortable either, the front practically soaked with alcohol. “Need to get you out of these clothes.”

“Don’ got anything,” he responds.

“Fuck,” you curse, leaving Adri to support him so you can dig through your overnight bag. You find your old, loose tee and black sweats, then turn back to Lip. “Okay, well, you’re wearing mine then.”

Adri makes sure he’s standing fine on his own two feet before moving to give you two some privacy. Before leaving she comes to your side, pulling you in for a quick hug. “Gonna go kick everyone out, it’s nearly one. But I’ll be up. Come talk,” she whispers. She steps back to look at you clearly, concern evident on her face. 

“I’m okay AJ,” you whisper back. The tears in your eyes betray you, but she doesn’t say anything.

As you step to his side Lip doesn’t move but he mumbles, “I c’n do it m’self,” when you begin to remove his shirt. You huff in response, rolling your eyes and continuing the motion.

“Yeah, right.” Your knuckles brush his toned stomach, you must be imagining the way he shivers under your touch. It’s like dressing a toddler, but you manage to pull the tee over his head, the fabric clinging to his chest and arms. You keep your gaze towards his face, attempting to be respectful as you untie his sweats. As if you’ve never seen him naked before. But of course that was years ago, when you were kids. Regardless, grey fabric falls to the floor and you use an arm around his waist to keep him steady as he steps into your sweatpants. 

Lip drops his head to your shoulder as you tie the strings for him. Your heart nearly stops. “Tired?” you murmur, hand coming to rub his back instinctively. You can feel his fingers curl into your sides to hold you close. Again, you think how you’ve never seen him like this. Vulnerable, his heart aching. If karma was real, Karen Jackson would have ceased to exist already, from all the shit she’s done to him. But the powers that be are cruel, you know that by now. 

What you don’t know is that your best friend will wake up in the morning with a headache, and no recollection of the night before…

THX 4 READING → this chapter is dedicated to my lovely @carmybrainworms. beta'd by @tinyphantomsalad

[burninface]

Murder(s) On The Dancefloor

[gallavichfanficlibrary]

Claiming Intimacy

Author: echotrees

Rating: Explicit

Status: A completed WIP (updates every two weeks).

Words: 37k+

Summary: 

“Yeah,” Mickey asks, just as slow, as quiet. “What did you lie about?” It could be anything. Something private, something old. He turns his head to watch the breath that fans over Ian’s lips. Sees him sitting there, like a statue, marbled and cold. And he wonders, just fleetingly, just for a moment, a slither of one—if even—whether or not Ian understands how pretty he is.

Or, mandy’s wedding introduces mickey to the guy he’s sure will ruin his life

Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Getting Together, Mickey Milkovich is Bad at Feelings, fuck buddies, Denial of Feelings, Bipolar Disorder, Light Angst

I want to use the opportunity to draw some attention to a new author writing for the fandom who's totally killing it :D After reading the available chapters I already have a feeling that it's gonna be a great one. Loving the writing, loving tha characterization, and Mickey's voice. Very curious Milkovich family dynamics and unexpected canon divergent choices. Go check it out!

Read it here x

[ange1sang]

empty cupboards

1k words, gallavich (ian x mickey) feat. mandy + svetlana

; canon compliant, season 4-5, domestic gallavich, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of weight loss + food scarcity + drug use, ed not otherwise specified, soft

Ian wakes up to the sound of the theme song to It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia bleeding through the paper thin walls of the Milkovich house and the smell of cigarettes and the "Easter bread" Svetlana was baking late last night when he got home. It's a regular morning, the kind Ian has grown fond of as he's gotten more used to being in the Milkovich household, but there's an ache in his bones that stops a smile from creeping onto his lips. He's been sleeping on his side, one knobby knee resting on top of the other, and pain is throbbing through his knees and ankles. He pushes himself upright as slowly as he can, pain shooting up his spine as he does. It's a familiar pain, one that's been coming and going since he's been working at the Fairy Tail, but this morning it's far worse than it's ever been.

He's dizzy as he stands up and pulls on a tank top Mickey left at the bottom of the bed, dragging his feet along the floor to make his way to the living room. Mandy and Mickey are occupying opposite ends of the couch, Mandy with her knees pulled up to her chest and some of the bread Svetlana made half-eaten in her hand and Mickey shirtless, half-asleep watching the TV. Neither of them notice him until he trudges further into the room.

"You okay?" is the first thing Mandy asks him, no 'good morning' or 'how'd you sleep?' like he usually gets. Ian can feel himself swaying back and forth where he's standing but the thought of sitting down makes tears prick his eyes, the pain in his knees, hips and ass still nauseating.

"Hey," Mickey says softly, fully awake now and all but jumping up to hold Ian steady. "You take somethin' last night?"

"Just coke," Ian mumbles, leaning into the warm hand Mickey rests on his shoulder.

"You ass, you were still hungover when you left," Mickey mutters, but his thumb gently rubs circles into the patch of freckles on Ian's shoulders. "C'mon, Lana left stuff for breakfast."

"'S not a hangover, Mick," he whispers, but allows Mickey to herd him into the kitchen and gently lean him against the kitchen counter. Mickey raises an eyebrow and watches him as he pours him coffee and gets him one of the pretty, decorated breads from the tray on the kitchen table. Ian takes a deep breath, head hanging down so his chin touches his chest. "My bones feel like shit, man."

Mickey sighs, long and hard, and sets down the cup of coffee to pour a generous amount of creamer in. The sight of it makes anxiety prickle along Ian's forearms, remembering the scales he has to step on every couple months at the Fairy Tail and all of the advice he gets afterwards - black coffee always lands somewhere near the top of that list.

"You gotta eat more, Ian," he says, just as gentle as he is firm. He's getting better at letting his concern show through (or worse, depending on which of them is asked) and right now the furrow between his brows speaks volumes as he leans in to kiss Ian's cheekbone. "Fuck the club and all that shit, okay? Stay home, Nika's coming over to help Lana with dinner later."

"You want me here?" Ian teases, lifting his head just enough to meet Mickey's eyes. His boyfriend rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue, but when Ian takes the mug of lukewarm coffee from him, he smiles. The anxiety pumping through Ian's veins calms a little at the sight, thoughts of scales and diet tips taking a backseat when faced with the warmth of Mickey's affection.

"Yeah, dickface. Get some food in you 'nd sleep in," Mickey says. There's no pleading, but Ian sees it in the way his eyes flit back and forth between Ian's features, looking for reassurance that Ian isn't going to leave for the club on an empty stomach.

"Okay," he finally concedes. He reaches down and presses his thumb against his knee cap, trying and failing to rub the pain in his joint away. He feels stupid, knowing that just a year ago he was fit enough to be in the military and now he can't sleep on his side without wrecking his knees, hips and ankles. "You really think it's just the food?"

"Same thing would happen when Terry used to fuck off and we didn't have enough food for all of us," Mickey says, voice hushed while he glances over at Mandy. Ian watches his expression change when he looks at his sister and thinks back to him stealing boxes of food from the Kash and Grab. He wonders how many of those times were just to fuck with Kash and how many of them were because there was a house full of teenagers and criminals running on an empty stomach. "It gets better when you have enough to eat for a while."

Ian offers him a smile he hopes is comforting, and when that doesn't seem to work he takes another sip of the coffee and takes the bread Mickey's still holding out to him. He takes a bite and hums to let Mickey know it's good, though that's no surprise with the cooking Svetlana's done for them in the past. Some of the tension in Mickey's shoulder dissipates and he smiles at Ian.

"C'mon, Always Sunny reruns are on," he says, and with a hand between Ian's shoulder blades he walks him back to the sofa.

They spend the morning there, Ian drifting in and out of sleep with his head on Mickey's lap and his feet on Mandy's, the ache in his bones a reliable ebb and flow. He doesn't really wake up until Svetlana and Nika get home and start bustling around the kitchen, occasionally calling out for help from Mandy or Iggy. When he wakes he blinks up at Mickey and finds his boyfriend already looking down at him, a small smile on his face.

"Call the club," he says, his thumb coming down to stroke a soft line down between Ian's brows. "Stay home."

Ian smiles and pulls Mickey's hand down to his mouth so he can kiss his palm.

"Okay."

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

this is random but i made a kandy playlist😍

[wishyouloveme]

mickey milkovich rich bitch headcanons

song rec for fic:

Warnings:Terry Milkovich

A/N: hii. I kinda might have sort of quit writing? I don't know anymore,but right now I'm not writing anything unless it's requested!

Pairing: Mickey Milkovich x reader, a tiny bit of Mandy Milkovich x reader

requested? By Anonymous,May I please request headcanons for mickey from Shameless about him having a Northside girlfriend? She kinda of ditzy(but smart in her own way) and she's sweet and posting his bail(her parents are rich or she got inheritance or whatever) whenever he's gets arrested for assaulting whoever is flirting with her. Also she's cool with Fiona and always gives her and Debbie her old clothes whenever she goes shopping. Ps she's always invited Fiona and V to go shopping"

Headcannons under the cut

× You and Micky met through Mandy,having met Mandy at school,and bonded through having shitty families.

× Mandy brought you by the house,and unsurprisingly Mickey hated you immedietly. The way your hair was so damn shiny, the way your clothes fit you oh so perfectly,and the way your jewelry fitted your personality so well.

× He only ever figured out your home situation when he heard you late on night,talking with Mandy after a particularly hard fight with your parents,and after that you two were stuck together at the hip

× The first time you agreed to go out with Mickey,you two went for a walk and talked,not very romantic i know,but I feel like Mickey would much rather take a walk with you then be stuck in a stuffy restaurant where he had to dress all fancy.

× When you were walking with him,and a guy comes up to you and flirts,you not realizing,thinking he was just being nice and basic waving off all his advances,so naturally Mickey beats the shit out of him.

× When you posted his bail,you immedietlg scolded him for getting blood on your new skirt,to which he apologized with butterfly kisses and play fights.

× All of the times you went shopping,he always hated going,but would go anyways,because you were going,and he always wanted you near him.

× When youd buy a new perfume,if he hated the smell,you never wore it again,due to him mostly just smelling you 24/7 when you guys cuddled.

× I feel like when he first heard you were giving Debbie your clothes,he'd complain,he'd bitch,he'd be flabbergasted as to why you wanted to give away clothes. He never had that connection with them,so he never understood how you did.

× Then you two were in bed,he never wanted to actually do anything,with you,surprisingly he was okay with waiting,and just spending hours talking.

× Once you guys actually did it,he was so loving afterwards,massaging your legs so you weren't sore,pressing kisses to your sweaty body,and helping you shower when you could barely stand.

× The first time you ever met Terry he mistaked you for his dead wife,and Mickey immedietly dropped in,protecting you and beating the shit out of his father.

× Surprisingly,when Terry wasn't a drunk Jerkoff (so barely ever) you two actually got somewhat along. He reminded you of your dad,which,made you immedietly want to curl up and cry.

× Before you and Mickey got together,you always hung out with Mandy,sharing everything,a lot of people thought you two were gay,to which you immedietly said no,and that you were straight. You and Mandy might have flirted a little,but it was all friendly,and never actually meant.

× Of course that all stopped the minute you got with Mickey

×Mickey dreamed about getting the hell out of Southside, and thankfully,you had the money to help with that.

× You two bought a little house outside of the city.

[arsenysworld]

Mandy's Precious

Mandy Milkovich x Male Reader

Mandy stood by the bar at the party, a drink in her hand as her eyes scanned the crowd. Her sharp gaze immediately found her boyfriend, (Y/N), leaning awkwardly against the wall, looking like he wanted to disappear into it. She smirked. Typical (Y/N)—shy, nerdy, and a little too adorable for his own good.

But as she watched him, something caught her eye. A blonde girl, one of those typical party types, was leaning a little too close to him, giggling like she was auditioning for a spot in some dumb rom-com. Mandy’s teeth clenched.

She stormed over, her boots thudding against the floor, and reached them just in time to hear the girl giggling about something (Y/N) had said.

"Aw, come on, baby," the girl purred, batting her lashes. "You’re way too cute to be hanging out with a girl like her."

Mandy’s fingers tightened around her drink, but she forced a smile as she stepped up beside (Y/N), slinging her arm around his shoulders. "And who the hell are you?" she asked sweetly, but her tone was sharp enough to make the girl flinch.

The blonde looked up, blinking a little, realizing she was dealing with someone who wasn’t going to just let this slide. "Uh… I was just talking to your boyfriend. What’s the problem?"

Mandy let out a soft laugh, glancing at (Y/N), who was practically melting in embarrassment beside her. "Oh, sweetie," Mandy said with a mocking smile. "You think I’m scared of you? You don’t even know how to talk to a guy. All that fake giggling? Pathetic."

The girl’s face reddened, her posture stiffening. "Excuse me? You’re the one who’s pathetic. He’s way out of your league anyway. Don’t you think he deserves someone who can actually talk to him?"

Mandy’s smile faded, replaced with something colder, sharper. "You’re really pissing me off," she growled, narrowing her eyes. "Back the fuck off before I teach you a lesson in respect."

The girl sputtered in shock, but instead of backing down, she tried to shove Mandy. Mandy, however, wasn’t having any of it. With a speed that surprised everyone, she caught the girl’s wrist mid-push and twisted it, making her yelp.

"(Y/N), you better tell this dumb bitch who’s got you, or I swear, I’ll make you regret it," Mandy snarled, her voice low.

(Y/N) stammered, looking like he was caught between two worlds. "M-Mandy, I… I didn’t mean to—"

"Yeah, yeah," Mandy interrupted, turning to face him fully, her gaze softening just a fraction. "I know you didn’t do anything, baby. This little bimbo thinks she can come in and take what's mine."

The girl, now rubbing her wrist, glared at Mandy. "You’re crazy," she spat, before turning to leave, muttering under her breath. "Whatever, he’s not even worth it."

Mandy grinned, watching the girl retreat before turning back to (Y/N), her expression softening. "You’re lucky I love you, nerd," she said, her voice playful. "Otherwise, I might’ve just knocked her out."

(Y/N) blinked, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. "You really didn’t have to do that… but thanks."

Mandy raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’ve got your back. No dumb girl is gonna try and steal you from me."

He blushed a little, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, it’s not like I’d want anyone else…"

Mandy leaned in and kissed his cheek, whispering, "Good answer."