#Mickey and Mandy

[lupeloto]

doing business with dipshits

a young mickey, fresh out of juvie, finds out ian has been asking about him

hi so i posted this on ao3 as a two chapter fic but i just love this little blurb i wrote between mandy and mickey! you can find the full fic here

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Mandy kicks the door behind her with her threadbare converse; the years of wear becoming more evident with the collection of hole and cigarette burns rendering them nearly unwearable. Mandy wrestles with a “Welcome Home, Iggy Mickey,” banner, almost as worn as her old converse with tapered ends and smeared letters worsening with each use. Mandy whacks at the corners with a broomstick as it threatens to fall with each gust of air or settling of the house. She fishes through the pockets of her skirt, revealing a half-smoked joint and a dark purple lighter decorated with M.M. in thick black marker and silver glitter that falls to the ground with each movement. She smiles fondly at the memory of her and Ian scrunched up on Ian’s twin bed, hunched over their knees with art supplies scattering the bed and Lip’s questioning glances from across the room. She lights her joint and kicks her feet up on the table, her eyelids growing heavy before the front door slams against the splintered stopper.

“Jesus, you trying to take it off its hinges?” Mandy’s eyes shoot open.

  Mickey is initially unsettled by the silence that pierces the air. He opens the door only to a smiling yet slightly irritated Mandy, the rest of his family nowhere to be found. He sighs a breath of relief upon realization. He examines the banner as half of it hangs from the doorway. Mandy rolls her eyes.

“Don’t make me have to use this piece of shit again,” she throws her arms around Mickey’s shoulders, smacking his head as she pulls away. 

“Fuck,” Mickey cradles his head, “Jesus, Mandy.” he scoffs and waves her off as he yanks the pack of Marlboro reds and a plain navy lighter reading “Mick” in small black letters on the lower right corner. He scrapes his thumb across it a few times until it finally catches. The red streak on the tip of his thumb burns slightly at the contact, permanent from years of the struggle. He used to wince at its contact with the lighter, but it has slowly numbed over the years. He takes a drag before flicking the ash on the floor.

“Dumbass, ashtray. Right there,” Mandy gestures to the practically overflowing mountain of ash piled up in the chipped-black ashtray. 

“Whatever, man,” he says through a small cough, “so where are the rest of the pricks?”

“Hell if I know,” Mandy shuffles to the freezer, pulling out a box, “Ya hungry?” She reveals the off-brand pizza bagels they keep in stock from the Kash N’ Grab. 

“Yeah, starvin’” Mickey smirks at the sight of the box; his mind flashing with an image of the same box crashing to the floor of the back freezer, narrowly missing Ian by an inch. The laughter that erupted from him rings in Mickey’s ears, warmth flushing his cheeks.

“So when did you and Ian get so close?” 

Mickey’s heart skips a beat, his palms grow sweatier with each passing moment as goosebumps form on his skin. Did she know he was thinking about him? No that’s fucking stupid of course she didn’t.

“Who?” Mickey feigns ignorance.

“Ian.” Mandy whips out a cooking pan and rips into the box. 

“Gallagher?” Mickey fixes his gaze on the floor as the cigarette smoke billows above his nose. His heart rate rises rapidly, now feeling it in his stomach. 

“Yes. Gallagher,” she grabs the cigarette from his hand, sandwiching it between her own pointer and middle finger as she takes a long drag.

“We’re not.”  He yanks on the refrigerator door, grabbing an Old Style bottle, its coolness easing the burning sensation on his thumb. Guess it isn’t completely numb. He shoves the door a few times, a ritual in the house to get it to actually close. He winces at the recollection of the one time he forgot to do so, what little food they had spoiling and beer lukewarm, his father’s footsteps stomping through the house with each dreadful moment as he searches for the culprit. 

“He kept asking about you when you were gone,” Mandy tosses the paper tray into the microwave and fiddles with the buttons, “figured you guys were friends.”

Mickey eases, his fist unclenching. Ian asked about him? Ian kept asking about him?

 He snaps himself back to the conversation, his brain quickly wracking for a response before suspicions arise.

“Fuck no, I owe him some cash,” he looks down, right thumb scratching above his eyebrow, “Did some business together.” He sips his beer, folding his lips in after a sharp gulp.

“Jesus,” Mandy sits behind him on the back of the couch, throwing her legs over as she snags his beer and takes a swig,“Do I even wanna know?” 

“Jesus christ, get your own shit,” Mickey yanks the beer back.

Mandy chuckles,“Should I warn him about doing business with dipshits?”

Mickey flips her off and tosses her one of the ame controllers on the table.

  “Just don’t get him into any shit, okay?” 

“I fuckin’ won’t alright? Now ya ready for me to kick your ass?” He raises his eyebrows mockingly.

“Yeah right,” Mandy scoffs, torching her cigarette butt as she pops the game CD in.

A layer of goosebumps coats Mickey’s skin, sending chills up his spine but a growing warmth in his chest all at once. Ian had asked about him? He fights the smile tugging at the corners of his mout.

Fuck, Ian had asked about him. What’s Mandy gonna think? You think he would fuckin’ spill?

His own family didn’t seem to care or even check on him any time he’s been in the joint…but Ian was there, putting money in his account, visiting him on random week nights that he could have been with his family, making up bullshit excuses about Mandy “needing protection.” He yanks out his phone… “Gotta piss.” He tosses the controller on the couch leaving Mandy bitching about how they just started the game. 

Mickey: I’ll be at the dugout later if ya wanna join. Bringin’ beer.

The read message follows immediately after the delivered one. 

Ian: I’ll be there. Isn’t underage drinking a violation of your probation? 

Mickey chuckles to himself, his eyes glued to the message, chewing on his thumb as his heart races.

[ovulatingwatermelon]

I wish that Mandy could’ve been at Mickey and Ian’s wedding because she would’ve been so proud of Mickey. She should’ve gotten to see her brother happy and it pisses me off that she didn’t get to see that.

[artbyaleksandr]

Mandy & Mickey

🥰

[maybemacdc]

the gang

[martzyink]

Mandy took this photo. 📸💜

Mickey loves manic Ian for his clinginess although, he would like his beauty sleep back🖤

Why does Mickey have a black eye you ask?? I don’t know. It suits him.

[gallavichonly]

⭑๋࣭༄˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Memories .𖥔 ݁ ˖༄

[bluelightning00]

BFF

[beemoon17]

In season 4 episode 7 of shameless Mandy Milkovich says to Mick “You know what? Nothing’s ever your problem. For once, you know, make something your problem.”

And Mickey Milkovich spent the rest of the show making Ian Gallagher his problem all the way to their wedding. And that’s love.

[femboymilkovich]

Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy

[ainasluv]

SHAMELESS S03xEP02 - S10xEP12 He in did found out.

[milonata]

Mandy Mickey Ian in season 1 are just like this😆

[swiftlark]

shameless characters + textposts: 1/?

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

girls i have loved

[burninface]

It's nearly chinese new year eve so I'm letting everyone eating some chinese food (and american-chinese food)!!

sorry that their coloring styles are slightly different cause I drew them all in different days:(

[myhant]

Shameless 😮

[ninoochat]

One hug from him would fix me I just know it