#mandi reacts

[mandyyvibes]

so i had to step in and dance in one of the dances at the competition today (context: i’m a dance teacher. yes i’m too old to compete) and i fucked up sooo bad so now i’m sitting in a dressing room with a bunch of parents and studio directors that are pissed at me 😭 this is not optimal

[smolfangirl]

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, my mom sends me a picture of a Furry meetup. There's no way she knows what furries are. And there's even less of a way that I'll explain them to her 😭

[no-onespecial]

The comfort in the darkest times

TRIGGER WARNING

A little summary; Play the audio for better experience, Mind games by Sickick is the song used (AUDIO WARNING) use headphones preferably, other than that, Enjoy <3

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, read at your own risk, talks about DV, virgin reader, alcohol, riding, strap usage, fingering, knee riding, cheating, ABUSE(lemme know if i forgot something)

You and Ellie have been friends ever since you two were little. Like ever since you two could remember. She has been there for you and you have been there for her. You were both almost glued to the hip since you spent so much time together. There was always a nagging feeling inside you that you couldn’t just comprehend. Like something was eating you up but you always brushed it off. It didn’t really matter to you anyways so it was best to leave it alone.

Ever since you started dating your girlfriend, Mandy, things have been different. The first months you two were together, she was amazing, kind, loving…but something changed in her at the four month mark. She started to criticize you, your clothes, actions, the way you talked, everything. At first you brushed it off as just being a little insecure or something like that but it started to get worse. Most of your friends started pushing away from you because of her. Her attitude towards everyone was mean and nasty, but you couldn’t say anything about it. It was like she had complete power over you and you were helpless. She had her eyes on you every second of the day and you couldn’t even do anything about it. Ellie didn’t like her at all but she never said anything about her because she didn’t want to cause a fight between you two. Mandy tried to push Ellie away from you and destroy your friendship with her but she couldn’t. Ellie never wanted to leave you and you didn’t want to leave her. You have known for so long so you weren’t willing to let go of that friendship. You and Ellie kept hanging around even if Mandy didn’t like that. Because she knew that you wouldn’t just drop Ellie and it would’ve been a pointless fight.

Today was a normal day for you. You were just hanging in Ellie’s place, just playing some video games and talking about random stuff. You see a text pop up on your phone's screen and it’s from Mandy.

Ellie sees the texts and she rolls her eyes;

-”What does she want now?” Her voice is filled with annoyance.

-”Just asking me where I am.”

After you and Ellie have finished playing, you go back home. You get inside your shared house with Mandy and before you even know it or can react, she slaps you hard across the face. You move your hand on your cheek. It stung so much. You could feel tears forming in your eyes and when you pulled your hand down, there was a small amount of blood on your hand. Her nails have scratched a small gash on your cheek and all you could do is just stare at her. This was the first time Mandy has raised her hand at you and you didn’t know how to react to it.

After that, things got even worse. She would treat you as a slave, punching back and everytime she kicked you out, you would go to Ellie’s place and she would comfort you. After one of your biggest fights with Mandy, she had hit you multiple times, degraded you, spat on you and kicked you. You were a crying mess on the floor, afraid to move or even let out a sound. You were terrified of her and she knew it. She took great pleasure making your life miserable and you knew that you couldn’t run away from her. She would find you and do something more to you. Those thoughts alone terrified you so much that you decided to just do as she says so she wouldn’t get angry.

Mandy looked at you on the floor, blood dripping down your nose and tears falling down your face;

-”You look pathetic.” Her voice was filled with disgust and rage. You just closed your eyes and waited for her to do something again but she didn’t. Instead, you heard the front door opening and closing. Mandy had left to god knows where. You sat up slowly, holding your side in pain while still crying uncontrollably. The carpet was stained in your tears and blood, looking like a crime scene. You took out your phone and you texted Ellie;

After a while, you hear Ellie ringing the doorbell and you run towards the door. She’s greeted with you, running into her arms in tears. She holds you, stroking your hair before pulling back. She notices the blood on your face and immediately gets panicked look on her face;

-”What happened? What the hell did she do to you? Are you okay?”

You just shake your head and bury your face into her shoulder. She comforts you for a little while before you two walk into the house. After you have explained everything to Ellie, she stays silent for a moment before she gets up and grabs a bottle of tequila. She puts the bottle right in front of you as she sits back down.

-”What’s that for? And where did you get that?” You stare at the bottle in confusion.

-”I bought it yesterday because I thought we could drink it together with Jesse and Dina but it looks like you need it right now.”

She offers the bottle to you, her eyes never leaving yours. You take the bottle, opening the cap slowly and taking a sip of it while keeping eye contact with her. The alcohol burns in your throat, making your eyes water a little. You get the urge to cough but you decide to clear your throat to see if it helps. Ellie takes the bottle from and takes a big sip of it as well.

You two keep drinking and just talking about the whole fight between you and Mandy, unknowingly getting closer and closer to each other. You feel Ellie’s thigh, touching yours and that’s when you realize how close you two are. Ellie leans her face closer to yours, her breath feeling hot on your skin. You glance down at her lips and then back at her eyes. She looks…hot…

That’s something you never expected to think about your best friend but you did. The air gets stuck in your throat as you two keep your eyes locked with each other, your hearts pounding wildly in your chests and your breaths heavy and short. Ellie glances down at your lips and before you even know it, she’s kissing you with so much passion.

You feel her hand moving to the back of your head and the other hand grapes you by your waist. She pulls you into her lap, pushing her tongue inside your mouth, her hand on the back of your head, grabbing onto your hair. You arch your back, wrapping your arms around her neck. Ellie’s hands run down your body, under your shirt. You can feel her cold fingers, lifting your shirt up and it sends shivers down your spine. The alcohol in both of your systems is taking away all the morals you two have and you just let this happen.

It’s bad…cheating on your partner but it still feels so right. Ellie is so gentle with you. She’s moving her hands up your body slowly and gently so that it tickles. You both hear a car pulling outside and you know that if you get caught, there’s hell to pay. You quickly get up from Ellie’s lap,grabbing the bottle of tequila and hiding it behind the couch. You both run inside your closet, closing the door behind you just as Mandy gets inside the house. She’s on the phone and she sounds pissed. You are pressed against Ellie, the closet being tiny but spacious enough for the both of you. You hold your breath and just pray that Mandy doesn't open the closet door and see you there with Ellie.

You feel Ellie’s leg between your legs, slowly rising up until her thigh presses against your cunt. You almost gasp out loud but you manage to cover your mouth. She puts her hands on your hips and starts pressing your body down a little, grinding your cunt against her thigh. Your mind goes completely blank and the only thing you can do is to stay quiet.

She starts moving your hips a bit faster, sending waves of pleasure through you.* Is this how it feels like?* you think to yourself. It feels so good, too good but you know that if you make even a sound, Mandy will hear you. Ellie leans her face towards your neck and whispers in your ear, her breath hitting your neck while she still grinds your body down against her thigh.

-”Don’t let her hear you…” She’s breathless, eager to make you feel good. Mandy walks into your shared bedroom, just a few feet away from where you two are. She’s still on the phone but you can’t even hear what she's saying because you are too focused on not making a sound.

Ellie lowers her leg slowly, causing you to feel sad until you feel her hand, running under your jeans and underwear. Her cold fingers reach your wet cunt, causing you to jolt a little. She moves one hand over your mouth as two fingers enter your wet core. You’re breathless, too scared to make a sound or move as she starts moving her fingers in and out slowly. You grab onto her shoulders as she starts to move her fingers faster. You both look into each other's eyes, yours widened and her narrowed. Ellie doesn’t break eye contact with you, not even for a second. Ellie can feel that you’re close to cumming and she smiles, whispering again softly;

-”Cum on my fingers.”

That sentence was enough for you to get over the edge. Her words linger in your ears as you reach the peak. You can feel your cum, slowly dripping down your thigh. Ellie slowly pulls her fingers out before licking them. She looks you in the eye as she does so and you feel weak in the knees. It’s so wrong but also…Right.

You hear Mandy leaving the room, still on the phone as her voice echoes through the house as she leaves. You breathe out a small sigh of relief but you don’t even have time to think. Ellie is now kissing your neck, nibbling your skin softly. You moan out a breathy, slow moan as you try to push Ellie away;

-”Ellie…W…we can’t…”

-”Not here. Let’s go to my place.” She cuts you off, her voice a little raspy.

At Ellie’s place, you’re laying on her bed, naked and panting like a dog that needs water with Ellie between your legs, eating you out like she’s been starved for months. You grab Ellie’s hair, sounding like pornstars do in the films. Ellie moves her tongue slowly on your cunt, her fingers sliding fast in and out.

-”Just like that baby…say my name…” Her breath hitting your wet core.

-”E…ell….ellie…” You pant, your voice breathy and harsh.

-”Fuck…you taste so good…”

Your grip on her hair gets tighter, the feeling in your stomach getting stronger and stronger. Your clit is swollen, throbbing from the excitement and anticipation. Ellie lifts your legs over her shoulders, digging her tongue deep into your wet, throbbing pussy. Your back arches, hands falling on your sides and gripping the sheets as hard as you can, your knuckles turning white. Her tongue feels so good. The movements giving you extreme amounts of pleasure.

Ellie grabs you by your hips, rocking your body on her mouth as she’s lapping every last bit of your cum in her mouth. As you come down from your high, she kisses your thighs, biting it softly. She slowly gets up, her face red and wet. Ellie lowers your legs as she gets up. You look up to her, your mouth watering and whole body shaking. Ellie gets between your legs, resting your legs on her hips. You glance down, her strap hovering over your lower stomach.

-”E…ellie…I…I have…This is m…my first t…time…”

-”I know. Just take a deep breath and relax your body. I will be gentle. I promise.”

You do as she says and close your eyes. Ellie moves her hip back a little, hovering the tip just right outside your core. She slowly pushes the tip in and stops, giving you time to get used to it. You breathe slowly in and out, preparing yourself for what’s about to come. Ellie pushes her hip forward, pushing the rest of the strap in. A small squeak escapes your lips. The feeling of the strap inside your throbbing pussy is overwhelming. She starts rocking her hips back and front, the strap sliding perfectly. As you get used to the feeling, Ellie starts to speed up more and more.

As she speeds up even more and more, the sounds get louder. You moan out loudly, your voice cracking and breathless.

-”Such a good girl…You’re mine now…” She whispers harshly, her hands gripping your waist tightly.

-”Ellie! I…I…I can’t…” You scream out. You still can feel your cum, falling down onto the sheets. Ellie keeps pumping the strap in and out roughly, making you scream even louder, grip the sheets harder than ever. She wants you to feel good and she’s doing everything to let you know that. She suddenly stops. She pulls the strap out and lays down next to you.

-”Get on top baby.” She commands, her eyes wandering around your body. You slowly get up on top of her, your cunt feeling cold as you hover over her strap. Ellie guides the strap in. She grabs your hips, pushing you down and moving your lower body. The strap hits all the right spots, causing you to scream out her name. You grab onto the headboard of the bed, banging it against the wall while you howl in pleasure.

-”Fuck…You look so good right now…Scream my name love…” She coos as she moves her other hand down. She presses her finger down on your clit, rubbing it to give you more pleasure.

-”She could never make you feel this good. Tell me how much you love this. Tell me that i’m the only one who can do this to you”

-”Y…You’re…you’re the only one El…ellie…I…This…this feels…too good…” You whimper out, rocking your body back and forth. You feel the knot in your stomach getting stronger and stronger as you start to reach your climax.

-”Ellie….Fuck…i’m…i’m about to c…CUM!” The scream that leaves your lips can only be described as the sound that you can only hear in porn films.

-”Good girl…Cum for me…Let it all out doll…”

And at that, you let yourself to let it all out, the climax reaching its peak. Your whole body shakes violently as you collapse on top of her. Ellie strokes your hair softly, soothing you as you come down from your high.

-”You’re such a good girl.” She hums softly in your ear, letting you just lay on top of her and calm down……

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[alotofpockets]

The unexpected gift | Alessia Russo

Pairing: Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: Meeting Alessia at a bar while she's out celebrating her birthday.

A/n: In honour of Lessi's birthday :)

Masterlist | Woso masterlist | Words: 1.5k

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You were looking around the busy bar, trying to find the friends you had arrived with. Only one of them was still sharing the table with you. “Have you seen the rest?” Emma shakes her head, “I saw Lexi leaving with some guy like fifteen minutes ago, and the last time I saw Mandy, she was making out with a girl on the dance floor.” You laugh, “Maybe we should go and find some people too.” You see your friend looking over your shoulder, “I think I found just the right person.” Her face lights up, so you look over your shoulder to see who she’s looking at. You immediately knew who she was talking about, “Em she's totally your type. You should go for it!” You encourage her. “You'll be alright on your own?” You've probably never nodded faster in your life, “Go shoot your shot!” 

Now it was just you. First, another drink, you thought as you got up and headed to the bar. You had never been one to just step up to a girl and shoot your shot, so you were going to need some more liquid courage. What you hadn’t expected was for a girl to literally fall into your arms.

You quickly react and catch her before she falls down completely. “Oh my god, I am so sorry.” The girl starts apologising profusely, her words barely registering as you’re immediately lost in her piercing blue eyes. “It's okay, but you could've just said hi, you know?” The girl visibly relaxes at your joke. “Hi.” She says with a big smile on your face. You went from being mesmerised by her eyes to being mesmerised by her smile. The girl was absolutely stunning, and you thanked the universe that you were the one she fell into. “Hey,” you send her a smile back, “what brings you out tonight?” 

“I’m actually here celebrating my birthday with some of my friends. What about you?” At that the girl in front of you seemed to remember that it wasn’t just the two of you in the room. “That’s so fun, happy birthday! I’m here with a couple of friends too, except they all left to go make out with strangers.” You joke.

Before the blonde could respond, a hand fell onto her shoulder, “Oi Lessi, what’s taking so long?” Lessi, you smile now knowing her name. She nudges her head your way, hoping that her friend would leave her alone. “Oh, I see.” She says with a smirk, as she sees her friend's cheeks flush. The girl looks your way. “What are you drinking?” You give her your drink of choice and thank her before continuing your conversation, “So, Lessi is it?” She holds out her hand, “Alessia actually.” You shake her hand, “Y/n.” You realise you hadn’t let go of her hand yet, so you slowly retract it. “You should join me and my friends.” She said with a smile you couldn’t say no to even if you wanted to. So, when Alessia’s friend presses a drink into your hands, you find yourself following the two to the other side of the bar. 

“Sorry for the wait, but don’t fear Katie is here with the drinks! Also, this is y/n, she’ll be joining us.” You wave to the group as a bunch of hello’s are thrown your way. Since the group was large enough to entertain themselves, Alessia guided you over to a free spot at the table, so you could continue your conversation. “You’ve got quite the group of people here with you.” You comment, looking out over the twenty something girls surrounding you. “Oh yes, I play football, and these are all my teammates. Since we’re such a big group when we all go somewhere, I like to just invite them out instead of having to host this many people at home.” 

She tells you all about football, and her experience playing in the euro’s after you asked for it. You found it adorable that she was so passionate about her sport. You hadn’t even realised an hour had gone by since you had sat down, until one of her friends stood in front of you. “Less, come on, we want to go to the next bar.” The girl was looking at her expectantly, and looked to be very excited for their next step of the night. “You promised us karaoke, now let’s go.” Alessia looks between the two of you, “Okay Beth, calm down. We’ll go to the karaoke bar, tell the girls to get ready, and I’ll be right there.” 

Once Beth turns around you hear her loudly announce to the group that you’re going to the next bar, you smile at her enthusiasm showing so clearly. “She’s really into karaoke, huh?” Alessia laughs, “I think she just enjoys watching everyone embarrass themselves, honestly. Would you want to come with us? I don’t want our time to end yet.” You loved the idea of spending more time with Alessia, so you agreed. “I’m not singing though.” 

You quickly text your friends where you’re going as you were grabbing your coat, before you join Alessia’s friends outside. Alessia wasn’t there yet, so you make small talk with Lia, Vic, and Leah. A few minutes later you saw Alessia approaching, but before she reached you, she tripped over her own feet. Luckily Leah was quick to catch her this time. “That twice now, seems like you really needed some fresh air.” You laugh. “Trust me it’s not just the alcohol, she’s naturally clumsy.” Vic says, earning herself a playful shove from Alessia. 

The karaoke bar was busy, so it took a while before any of the girls got to sing, but the atmosphere in the bar was great. You were dancing and singing along to the music along with the rest of the girls.

Beth, Jen, and Steph, were the first ones up on the stage, performing their rendition of ABBA’s Dancing Queen, they fully let go and belted the lyrics to the audience, and they sang it back just as loud.

As the night went on, you found yourself getting closer and closer to Alessia. Until eventually, her arms were around your waist, while you were swinging to the music together.

You didn’t want the night to end, but the bar was slowly emptying out, and you knew it was going to close soon. “Alright, last song everybody. This is Sweet Caroline performed by the Arsenal Women's team.” The DJ announced. The girls made their way to the stage, and before you had time to resist, you got dragged along with them. 

Blending into the group, you let go and sing along with the words to the song.

Hands, touching hands

Reaching out, touching me, touching you

Sweet Caroline pam pam pam

Good times never seemed so good

You had to admit that that was a lot of fun. 

Once everyone was out of the bar, Alessia took you aside, trying to get away from the loudness of her friends. “I had a lot of fun tonight, thank you for inviting me to join your birthday celebration.” Her smile grows, “Of course, I am so glad that I did. Thank you for a great night. Actually I was wondering if I could see you again sometime, like take you out on a date." She started fiddling with the rings on her fingers, suddenly becoming nervous. So, you take her hand in yours, “I would love to." Her nerves faded away just as quickly as they had appeared. “Yeah? That’s great. Let me get your number.” You put your numbers in each other’s phones. 

“Thanks again for a great night.” Alessia said, taking your hand in hers again. “Likewise, birthday girl.” You’re about to move back to the rest of the group when you get an idea, and turn to Alessia again. “I haven’t given you a birthday gift yet.” Alessia laughs, “I mean I didn’t really give you any notice.” You smile at her quick joke. “That’s okay, I’m great at improvising.” You take a step closer to her, and lean in to kiss her. 

Her lips are soft on yours, and you taste the sweetness of the cocktails she’s been drinking on them. You break the kiss with flushed cheeks from the wolf whistles and cheers coming from the group behind you. So, you lean in to whisper into her ear, “Happy birthday.” 

Your house was only a couple blocks away, but Alessia insisted on you joining her in her Uber, making the driver take an extra stop. “Text me when you get home?” You ask as you get out, and she nods, “I will.” 

When she was alone in the Uber, Alessia starts reminiscing on her birthday. She had a great time with her teammates, and got a lot of great presents. Thought, the unexpected gift of meeting you, was her favourite gift of all.

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[cryptotheism]

I love Mandy! I'm curious what you find so well written about Jeremiah Sand.

Cult leaders are generally pretty narcissistic people. I think even calling them diagnosable narcissists is kinda missing the point. They tend to think of themselves as extraordinarily special people, but it's how that narcissism manifests that's tricky to write. They are also, and I cannot stress this enough, fucking losers.

The way Jeremiah Sand is written kinda perfectly threads that needle imo. He's pathetic, but terrifying. It makes him mercurial. You're never exactly sure how he is going to react to any given slight. He might laugh it off, or he might fly into a rage.

It's the little details. Like how he asks god for help by praying to himself in the mirror. How his body language changes when "god" is speaking through him. The unblinking emptiness in his eyes, combined with that stupid shoulder-pad robe. They paint a picture of a man who truly does believe he was chosen by god, but also understands that he needs to play the part of 70s cult leader to get what he wants. It's almost like he's role-playing as himself. He's not a rambling madman, and he's not a cynical power-hungry liar, he's some extremely dangerous mix of both.

And that final scene, man. What magic.

[reasonsmandy]

You're the hottest girl alive

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — i know you were looking for warren requests!! this thought just popped into my head - how would warren react to his girl being able to play the drums? like he didn’t know that she knew how to play but he walked in on her playing his set. i didn’t really think of any other details though like her backstory or anything :/

✧.* summary — Warren was mesmerized by you since the first time he saw you, and even with a lot of time together you always surprised him. And he fucking loved your surprises.

✧.* warnings — None.

✧.* word count — 1.7k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — This was actually one of my favorites to write, I really loved writing his reaction. Warren is simply the Golden Retriever boyfriend.

The first time Rojas walked into the label and his eyes landed on you behind the soundboard, his heart skipped a beat. The way your hair was tied up showing off her neck, he admired your skin from afar thinking he had never seen anything so beautiful, your eyes were focused on the equipment in front of you and he just loved the way you bit your lips while you were focused. He was amazed, and since that day he was sure that he needed to get to know you.

So little by little he approached you, staying a few days later at the record company helping you with what you let him do, showing you some new beats he had invented, commenting on the band and asking your opinion on various things, you didn't understand why he wanted your opinion on things so much but his presence always did you a lot of good.

"Can you play that one again?" Warren asks, pressing any button on the soundboard.

"Hey Rojas, don't do that!" You laugh, smacking his hand lightly to get his hand away. "Don't touch my baby without my permission."

"Your baby?" Warren laughs. "Alright, sorry baby…" He pretends to talk to the device in front of him, you laugh, he makes you feel so good.

"Exactly, the baby doesn't like strangers." You say playing along.

"Well, to make you less worried baby…" He keeps with the joke, talking with the soundboard. "I'm not a stranger anymore, I'm your mama's boyfriend."

You take your gaze to the drummer, your eyebrows raised and a small smile on your face. Warren was looking right into your eyes, that smirk you knew very well in that angelic face of his, you lick your lips trying to decipher if what you understood was really what he meant.

"If she wants that, of course." He says more like a whisper, you get closer to him placing your both hands on his bare chest.

He looks down at your hands, feeling butterflies in his stomach at the contact, you get up from the chair leaving him with a confused look, eyes still on you. You go towards the studio door and close it, he arches hin eyebrows trying to understand what you were going to do, he loved that even if he tried hard it was very difficult to decipher you.

You smile, noticing that it was now you who had made him nervous in a certain way, you sit on his lap and notice his uneven breathing.

"Come on Rojas, take care of your girlfriend." You whisper and he wastes no time kissing you intensely.

Things between you two were wonderful, you understood each other like no one else and each other's presence was always the main point for your daily smile. Warren loved every detail of you, and he loved the fact that you always surprised him in a different way every day, he never knew what to expect from you but he knew that every surprise from you was one more reason for him to want to put a ring on your finger.

Warren had you in his arms, you caressed his shirtless torso drawing a few hearts as he stroked your hair, it was probably around 2am but the drummer wasn't able to sleep at all, although you were struggling to keep your eyes open you did your best to keep him company.

"Rojas, I have an idea." You say through a yawn. "Come here, lie on my lap."

You say sitting on the bed, he looks at you with a big smile on his face, without asking too many questions he lies down keeping his eyes on yours.

"I want you to relax, okay?" He nods, closing his eyes.

Nothing in the world could have prepared him for what was to come, as he closed his eyes his ears began to witness something that leaves him in awe, you were singing and not any song you were singing Honeycomb.

He was sure he never heard anything better than that, even Daisy couldn't sing like you to him, he sits on the bed and you stop singing confused.

"I told you to relax Rojas." You say chuckling, he looked shocked and you didn't get why. "What's wrong baby?"

"You sing!" He exclaims, his passionate gaze on you. "Why did you never tell me this mi amor? You have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard."

"Don't exaggerate handsome, I sing like anyone else." You felt very happy to have someone like him by your side.

"You have the voice of a little angel!" He kisses you tenderly. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

You smile looking at your hands next to his, taking his hands and taking them to your waist. Lacing your arms around his neck then, you get close to him placing kisses on his neck.

"I'm in love with you too." You say between kisses, making your way to his mouth and kissing him there. "If you can't relax by yourself, let me relax you."

"With pleasure." He says, sighing at the contact with you.

That's what Warren meant by nice surprises, you always surprised him with details about yourself that he wanted to show the world, to introduce everyone to how you were the most wonderful person on earth. He was very proud of you, a woman who didn't care about what anyone thought of her, but was always there if anyone needed help, you were one of a kind and he felt so lucky to be with you, to be the one who you called boyfriend.

Today was the day of recording the instruments for 'The River', so Eddie, Graham, Karen and Warren were spending the afternoon with you and Tobias taking care of making everything right. You were sitting at the soundboard, Warren beside you with his arm around your neck and a cigarette in his lips, Tobias had left to get some more microphones, Eddie and Graham had left to buy some snacks and now was Karen's turn to play.

"She sounds so fucking great!" You say fiddling with some things on the soundboard. "Get ready handsome, you're up next."

"Yes mama." He says putting out the cigarette on his tongue and then throwing it in the trash can next to you.

Karen finishes playing and takes off her headphones, giving you thumbs up in question, you raise yours confirming to her that she nailed it. She smiles and goes to you leaving the room for Warren to play.

"And Graham?" The blonde asks you, pretending not to care too much.

"He must be outside with Eddie." You say with a smirk on your face, she leaves but not before patting you on the shoulder.

Now it was just Warren and you in the room, he had his headphones on his head and his drumsticks twirling between his fingers ready to go. He winks at you and you nod for him to start.

As always he was the best drummer you've ever seen, but there was something that maybe you could improve there, you had an idea of ​​something but while your boyfriend was playing you architected your ideas better.

You get up from the table entering the studio, Warren frowns and stops playing, removing the headphones afterwards.

"Is there something wrong, pretty girl?" He says, watching you get closer.

"Would you mind going there for a bit?" You ask, he shrugs without questioning too much sitting in the chair and waiting for what you were going to do.

You sit in the drum chair and he starts to get more confused, you take the drumsticks and he arches his eyebrows.

"I was thinking maybe this might work at the beginning of the song." You say and count down to start the playing.

And there you were, majestically playing the drums, Warren was speechless he felt like he was witnessing the most wonderful scene.

"Did you know she played?" Eddie asks, biting into a sandwich as he watches you. "Warren?"

"Shii! Be quiet, let me hear her." He says to the bassist and he immediately goes quiet, laughing at Warren's reaction.

When you're done, you leave the drums with sticks in hand, going back to your place behind the soundboard, but before you could say anything Warren kisses you passionately, at first you are surprised but then you kiss him the same way.

Your hands caress the drummer's curls and he grabs your waist as he wants you closer and closer to him, Eddie fakes a cough but Warren completely ignores him so he decides to go and leave you two alone.

When you break the kiss in search of air, you look at him in question, waiting for an explanation.

"So?" You say with your hands on your hips. "Why's that?"

"Are you serious right now?" Warren cups your face in his hands. "You're the hottest girl alive, fucking hell!"

You roll your eyes and shake your head, he pulls you closer to him.

"I mean it, is there something you can't do?" He looked at you with enormous admiration, he loved you so much.

"You overestimate me way too much, you know?" You smile at him.

"I'll make sure you know how perfect you are." he whispers, kissing her neck. Your hands go to his hair stroking the curls.

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?" You question, still feeling the man's kisses on your skin.

"We're going home!" Warren wanted to get you closer, and he sure as hell couldn't do that in the record company's studio room.

"We have to finish this." You laugh, looking in his eyes.

"Fuck this, you've played amazing we can keep your version." He looked at you with tenderness in his eyes.

"I'm not keeping my version handsome." You say, playing with his hair. "That's your band, and besides my place is right here." You say pointing to the studio booth.

"In fact, your place is in my bed." He says making you laugh.

"Can't you think about another thing?" You say when you finally take your breath. "We have to work."

"Hermosa, are you serious?" He looked indignant, and you waited for him to finish his thought. "I just saw my girl, the woman of my life playing my drums… that's literally the sexiest thing you've done!"

He grabs you by the waist and spreads kisses on your face, and you couldn't resist that boy anyway so you went home with him.

Y/N L/N: Yes, we lost a day of recording but... It was worth it.

Warren Rojas: *laughing* For sure it was worth it.

...

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[ange1sang]

remembered how ian told lip that he would gift kash CDs in s1 and got to thinking...

at the beginning of ian and mickey's relationship ian starts collecting CDs with the intention of giving them to mickey but he never does - he never knows how mickey will react to certain kinds of affection so he does his best to toe the line with things like gift-giving. still, he stacks the CDs beneath his bed where they gather dust. it makes him sad to think of them sitting there, unplayed, but he tells himself someday he'll be able to tell mickey "look, i kept these for you for years. i thought of you all the time." and he'll have proof of it.

when mickey starts sleeping over at the gallagher house he stumbles across the CDs by mistake (see: he swings his legs over the side of the bed and kicks a stack of them). he kneels beside the bed and picks up the plastic cases, turning them over in his hands. he glances up at a still sleeping ian, wondering how secret these are supposed to be. some of the CDs are in brand new packaging, others are clearly secondhand. what intrigues mickey the most is the ones he realises ian burned himself.

ian's handwriting spells out mickey's name and various nicknames across the shiny surfaces in bright blue sharpie, surrounded by doodles of stars and spirals that remind mickey of what mandy used to draw in the margins of her textbooks. he thumbs over the titles of different songs that span all kinds of genres, songs mickey's heard on the radio and songs by artists mickey's never even heard of.

good old-fashioned lover boy by queen. where did you sleep last night? by nirvana. i want you by mitski. i bet you look good on the dancefloor by arctic monkeys. yellow by coldplay. dirty little secret by the all-american rejects. be quiet and drive (far away) by deftones.

some of the songs seem so cheesy that mickey expects himself to roll his eyes or laugh, but instead he finds a smile playing on his lips, looking at all of the songs ian picked out with him in mind. just a year ago he would've rushed to make a joke about it all, but now he feels his heart skip a beat instead. he tries not to think about what it means that he occupies so much space in the other's mind and heads downstairs to slide one of the older CDs into the player the gallaghers keep by the TV, volume up high so he can hear the songs over the general racket of the rest of the family.

halfway through the tracks, mickey hears a small, surprised sound come from the staircase. he turns around and sees ian standing there, wide-eyed and blushing a little. mickey huffs a soft laugh, though he's less amused and more infatuated than anything else (though he would never admit as much out loud).

"morning gallagher," he chimes, grinning when ian jumps over the back of the sofa to sit beside him. ian shakes his head, stifling a smile.

"i burned this years ago," ian mumbles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "where'd you find it?"

"under your bed," mickey replies. when ian turns to face him he takes the opportunity to lean in and press a quick, shy kiss to the corner of his lips. "you're a sappy motherfucker... it's pretty good though."

ian snickers and leans into him, a dopey smile on his lips.

"glad to hear it," he murmurs, and settles back against the sofa so they can finish listening to the disc together.

[silentcrowsilentravens]

I haven't posted in ages, man :') Mandy definitely isn't a character that calls for a particularly fluffy fluff alphabet... But I want to try and get a feel for writing her, and this felt like a good way.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, and past trauma.

A = affection (how affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

While perhaps not the most verbally affectionate, Amanda is rather physically affectionate.

She's a tactile person, and she fuckin' loves touching you. All over. All the time.

Amanda's affection is a little... aggressive at first, but after time, you'll see softer stuff mixed in there, too...

...The A segment gets expanded on throughout this, so I won't ramble too long right here.

B = body (what is their favorite part of their partner's body?)

Eyes. I'm not sure why I feel so strongly about that. I just do.

She'll sometimes stare into your eyes for so long that it verges on uncomfortable. Or perhaps unsettling.

Your neck is a close second, though. She loves marking it <3

C = cuddling (do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Yeah. She does.

A lot actually.

She will hold you tight. Full-on gorilla grip, fingers tightly clenching the fabric of your clothes or kinda digging into your skin.

Her preferred position is pressed against your front, her head tucked under your chin.

However, she also enjoys pressing against your side with her legs and arms fully wrapped around you.

D = dates (what do they like to do when they go on dates with you?)

Typically, Mandy doesn't like to go out for dates. And if she does, she prefers to go to places that don't have a lot of people.

Little hole-in-the-wall restaurants, fast food joints sometime after midnight, sitting on the bumper blocks in parking lots after stopping at food trucks.

Hanging out on the couch, watching a movie, or playing video games.

E = emotions (how do they express emotion around their partner?)

Very blatantly. And intensely. Amanda isn't somebody who reacts to things passively. When she feels something, she feels it with every fiber of her being.

Joy is typically the only thing that tends to come across as subdued from her.

But everything else? Rarely. You probably won't have much trouble telling what she's feeling.

F = family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Growing up, Mandy didn't have one. She lived with her dad, but he was never family or anything close to it. And now, she almost feels like she isn't deserving of one. She is, though. Of course she is.

Having John as a father figure, and you there as a loving partner?

That's more than Amanda could've ever anticipated or asked for, in her eyes.

G = gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Although not a huge fan of receiving gifts herself, Amanda does enjoy giving you gifts every now and again.

She prefers to leave them out for you to find rather than giving them to you directly. Often, the item will be accompanied by a simple note on a torn scrap of paper that says "for you" or something similar.

It's also one of her preferred methods of apology following minor screw-ups.

H = hugs (do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

About as much as cuddling.

And similar to when she cuddles you, she will squeeze the life out of you. There's no escape. Occasionally, it even gets a bit hard to breathe.

Like, listen here. Amanda prefers you in her arms over anywhere else.

Her face will be buried in the crook of your neck... Or your chest, depending on how tall you are.

I = injury (how would they act if their partner got hurt?)

She freezes up when she first sees you hurt.

Following that, there is immediate panic and freak-out.

"What the hell happened?!"

There's a decent amount of cursing as she patches you up.

And after, if she finds out that you got hurt because of someone else, you best believe that Amanda is gonna be asking you tons of questions about them. She needs to know all the info you have so that she can track them down, abduct them, and rig up a special (impossible to win) trap just for them.

J = jealously (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Mandy does not like to share you haha. At all.

She will, but she won't be pleased about it.

She's not very good at hiding when she's jealous, either.

Amanda will say "I'm not jealous", but it will be obvious from her facial expression, the way she's standing, and her tone of voice that she is. Very, very obvious.

K = kisses (how do they like to kiss their partner?)

The majority of the time? Roughly.

Mandy is somebody who will be pinning you against the wall or nearby furniture.

She'll be biting your lip and sticking her tongue in your mouth before long.

Her hands will likely have a firm grip on your wrists, biceps, the sides of your face, or hair.

She doesn't typically make her kisses brief, either.

L = love (how do they show their partners they love them?)

If Amanda isn't being all touchy-feely, then she's showing her love for you through acts of service.

You say the word?

...Not necessary. She's actively in the process of doing something for you.

She'd give you her last cigarette.

Or kill a guy for you. Maybe more.

M = mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Chances are, you probably don't wake up before Amanda. She likes to sleep in until noon.

You wake up to her snoring quietly and holding onto you, unwilling to get up.

So... mornings are simply spent there. In bed.

If you want to get up before noon, you'll need to either pry yourself out of her grasp or wake her up and convince her to release you.

N = nights (how are nights spent with them?)

Nights are when Amanda is most busy with her apprentice work for Jigsaw. Planning, building, abducting, etc. You often don't get to spend long with her because of that.

She'll typically spend the time right before she needs to work hanging around you, though.

And if she's putting traps together, there's a good chance she'll let you hang around. As long as you don't touch anything without asking.

Oh, and hey, pass her that drill.

O = openness (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

Not for a while.

And telling you stuff from her past? That'll take even longer. Amanda will tell you only once she's ready, and it'll be painful for her. Like pulling teeth.

She might not be hard to read in terms of body language, but she isn't an open book when it comes to verbally sharing things. She's a closed book. That only select people are allowed to look into.

P = pet names (do they use pet names? If so, what do they use?)

She does, but just occasionally.

I can only picture her using "babe".

Half the time, it comes out after she's already said your name. Like "[Insert name here], babe, check this out."

Q = quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

Quite a lot. Mandy remembers the things you do and say pretty well.

Specifically when they relate to the things you do or don't like, though.

She knows the smaller stuff. Your favorite thing to order from the restaurants you go to together, your favorite movies, games, brands of drinks/food, and other stuff like that.

R = remember (what is their favorite moment in their time of knowing you?)

Regardless of wherever it was and whatever happened, her favorite memory is definitely the moment she first met you.

After all, if not for that happening, Amanda wouldn't know you at all. And that's not something she likes to think about.

She isn't even sure what she would be doing with herself if she didn't know you.

S = security (how protective are they? Would they like to be protected?)

As previously mentioned, Amanda will kill for you with little hesitation.

If you're important to her, then nobody gets to hurt you. If somebody does, her rage will be immediate.

She'll make sure that they'll hurt. And quite a lot.

T = time (how long would it take for them to get together with their partner?)

A while.

Regardless of whether you both have a level of chemistry early on, it'll be a while before there'll be a clear definition to your relationship with her.

With previous partners, that wasn't the case. But Amanda has been through a lot.

There will likely be a period where you're already acting like a straight-up couple, but she still only calls you a friend.

U = upset (how do they act when their partner is upset?)

If it's an outside cause? She might try to comfort you.

However, if you're looking for verbal comfort rather than physical, it's pretty 50/50 whether it'll be effective or it'll simply make it worse.

Mandy herself is the cause? Then she'll need a minute before she even acknowledges it. Perhaps a few extra to cool off depending on what happened.

V = Valentine's Day (do they celebrate it with you? How?)

She doesn't care about Valentine's Day. Or most holidays, for that matter. Throughout most of her life, she's never had people to celebrate anything with and make memorable experiences. So when those days come around, it's typically just another day for her.

Valentine's Day in particular is just a load of commercialized bullshit, in her opinion.

Like, whatever. Amanda doesn't need some holiday to do special shit with you. If you want flowers or candy, she could get those for you any time.

She can drop by a gas station right now and grab a few candy bars for you.

She can go outside and find flowers. She'll rip them right out of the ground for you. They'll probably be messed up when you receive them, though. Some of them might also be weeds... And she's just gone and tracked a lot of dirt inside.

W = warrior (how do they feel about their partner fighting? Would they fight beside them, etc.?)

While certainly not something Amanda's opposed to, this also isn't expected from you whatsoever.

So, if you jump in to help her if she gets in a fight or step in front of her protectively, she'll be utterly shocked.

For a solid couple of seconds, she can only stand there with a blank look on her face.

The people she's met willing to do that for her are few and far between. It really starts to set in how much she means to you.

It's also incredibly hot of you.

X = x-ray (how well are they able to read their partner?)

Mandy's halfway decent at reading you.

Like, I wouldn't say she can always pick up on the subtle stuff, but she will most of the time. You won't need to spell a whole lot out for her.

Y = yes (would they propose to their partner? How?)

Marriage is something Amanda is utterly, completely indifferent about.

Like, she could not give less of a shit if she never got married. It's whatever. However, if you really want to get married, then yeah, sure, she's down. Anything for you.

If she's the one to propose, she will pop the question in the most casual way imaginable.

You guys would probably be watching a movie or something, and she would turn to you and go, "Hey, wanna get married?" like she's asking you if you want her to grab anything from the kitchen for you.

She goes out and acquires the rings after that.

By that, I mean she goes out and steals them. Maybe off the cold, rigid fingers of a couple of victims from her unbeatable traps.

Z = zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Simply having you around to talk to her is often a big help to Amanda.

Alongside a bit of space until she indicates otherwise.

Keeping your hands empty and where she can see them, too.

[hamzahsslut]

Hamzah's firsts😋 guys let's stop pretending this man isn't the subbiest man ever. I wanted to see more sub hamzah but I didn't find many so I decided to write some.

I'm not a writer😞😞 and didn't proof read but here my babies xx

TW: NSFW...

You and Hamzah have been friends for almost a year now. Hamzah has been head over heels over you ever since Mandy first brought you to meet Martin and him. Since Hamzah would often third wheel Mandy and Martin, you joined the friend group, just to make things more equal. 

Mandy had talked about needing more alone time with Martin so naturally you and Hamzah would hang out a lot alone. Like right now, you and Hamzah had planned to go get stoned in a random parking lot. Which you had done countless times before.

This is no different to any of the other times you've hung out together, apart from one little thing. Mandy had told you a few months ago about how Hamzah felt about you. You didn't know how to react at first because you didn't want to ruin your friendship, but the more you hang out with him the more you feel the tension between you both.

“You okay?” He asks, breaking the silence that you didn't realize was so loud. you could tell by Hamzah’s face that he was worried. You have been friends long enough for you to know his body language and when he's feeling insecure or worried.

“Yea I'm just…” you start, suddenly getting hit with courage, “ do you have feelings for me Hamzah?” 

You avoided eye contact but after he took a while to answer you find the courage to look up at him. As you look up you see his blushing face and him rubbing his sweaty palms against his camo trousers.

“hamzah?” You whisper, “it's okay, you can be honest with me.”

After he still doesn't answer you reach out and touch his hand, which causes him to slightly jump and finally meet your gaze. Even without him saying any words you know his answer. His eyes are just so innocent you can help but giggle. That luckily breaks the tension and he lets out a breath that seemed like he was holding on for hours.

“Did Mandy tell you?” He finally let out. “God I am so embarrassed, I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable.. I” he starts rambling on and you know he's nervous.

“hamzah” you whisper, in hopes to calm him down but nothing. You can't take it anymore, you slightly brush your hand on his cheek so that he looks at you. 

“Hamzah can I kiss you?” You say with a smile. He takes a little while to answer, making you feel like maybe you shouldn't have been that up front. You had known Hamzah was a virgin and never did anything, and ever since you found out this information you had wanted to be all his firsts.

“Yes, please” he whimpers out, his eyes so soft and innocent you just wanna hold him. You grab his face in between your palms and lay your lips on his. He lets out a sigh of relief and you can feel him relax a little. You go soft at first letting him get used to the feeling of it all. 

You slowly pull away from the kiss, causing Hamzah to let out a small noise at the loss of contact, you try not to make it obvious the fact you see his erection pushing against his pants. Your panties grow wetter at the thought of how needy he gets after just a simple kiss.

“Hamzah um, do you want to maybe move to the back?” You say “unless you don't feel comfortable then we don't have to.” you quickly take it back, not wanting him to feel pressured in any way. You look at him again trying to read his expression but he quickly looks down at his hands.

You read the room and decide to sit back looking to the front of the car and remove your hands from Hamzah. The silence is killing you.

“Hamzah I'm sorry if I made things weird I-”

“No I just…” he lets out “I've just never done anything before, I want you, I really do” he looks at you with pleading eyes “i just don't know how.” 

“Can I show you?” You whisper, looking at his watery eyes.

“Yes please, please show me” he says, and with no hesitation you kiss a small peck on his cheek and you guys move to the back.

You waste no time before kissing Hamzah again, this time slightly opening your mouth letting him explore. You move your hands to his hair, slightly tugging it earning a borderline moan to come out. This turned you on so much, without realizing you straddled Hamzah’s lap.

Your mouth moves down to his neck, needing to taste more of him, earning small whimpers from Hamzah. You notice Hamzah is awkwardly just playing with the hem of your jumper so you slowly pull away and say

“Hamzah you can touch me you know”. 

“Oh yea.. um sorry” he says, moving his hands to your waist, you can't help but giggle at how cute Hamzah is. As you feel his erection against your soaking panties you decide to grind on him a little to test the waters. He reallllyy liked this. His grip tightens on the skin underneath your jumper, causing goosebumps to rise.

“Let's take these off hm?” You say, breaking contact just enough to remove your jumper and his shirt. You chose a good day to not wear anything underneath, Hamzah can't keep his eyes off of your chest, you swore he moaned at just seeing them bounce as you got back on top of him.

“Can I .. um” he whimpers, looking up to meet your eyes but being too shy to complete his sentence.

“ Say it Hamzah, I'm sure I'll say yes” you smile, bringing his face up to meet yours before giving him a quick kiss.

“ Can I, suck on them?” He says quietly, and you give a small nod before bringing his face to your chest. You let out a breathy moan from the contact. You hadn't had any contact in what feels like forever, and the fact it's from Hamzah makes it so worth the wait. He sucks on them so delicately but so needy that you can't help but grind again on his clothed erection.

After a few minutes he switches to the other nipple, giving it just as much attention as the other, you let out moans that match his. You can feel him grinding up at you messily, indicating that he's close to coming.

“Fuck Hamzah, you're doing so good, keep going, just like that”. You can tell this helped him reach his limit. His hands move from your hips to your ass, pulling you down as he lets out a long moan, whimpering out your name.

“Fuck fuck fuck” he breathes out. You continue to move until he's fully finished. You can't help but admire how needy he is, to come so quickly in his pants. 

“Shit, I'm so embarrassed, did you..? Um… ” he says, looking down again.

Before you can reply you can see a small tear run down his face. 

You once again pull his face to meet yours and kiss it away. 

“It's okay baby, I didn't but you can help me?” 

He nods his head as you give him another long kiss before getting off him and pushing him to lie back.

You take a minute to look at how good he looks, only in his pants, looking up at you with such pleading eyes. Fuck you can't wait anymore.

You position yourself on top of his face, “Tap my thigh If it's too much okay?” You say moving your panties to the side.

You lower yourself onto his mouth and you can't help but moan. You can see his eyes looking up at you, so full of love. You can tell he wants to do a good job.

“Fuck hamzah, yea like that” you say, knowing from earlier that he gets off on praise. He moves his tongue to your clit. You can tell he's getting off this too, feeling the vibrations from his moans on your clit.

Knowing he's getting off of this too is enough to set you off, you grab his hair,  tugging him closer.

“don't stop baby you're doing so good” you say, finally meeting your orgasm. You have orgasmed a lot before but nothing compared to this one. 

As you ride out your high, you hold onto the windows that's fully fogged up for support. The vibrations from Hamzah’s moan hitting you with another quick orgasm.

“ God hamzah, that was so fucking good.” You say, moving yourself down to kiss him.

You both sit up, catching your breaths. You grab your jumper you had thrown on the floor and put it on.

“ We should probably get you out of those pants” you say laughing, peppering him with kisses all over his face.

“Let's go home, do you wanna come to my house?” You ask, seeing how exhausted he looks. “Mhm” He nods, earning a smile from you. 

“Okay baby I'll order us food, you can wear one of my night dresses” you can't help but laugh out loud, noticing Hamzah didn't get the joke.

“ I'm kidding stupid, let's go I'll drive us.”

As you drive home you notice hamzah dozing off in the passenger seat, this was a lot for him at once so you understand.

[kylietellin]

i liked your Mandy x pony HCs 🩷 could you do a girl kinda of like her where she’s pretty and confident x Johnny

like a really flirtatious girl and how he reacts 😁

ANON 2: Can you do dating Johnny Cade headcannons but reader is like low-key kinda intimidating and she has a similar vibe to dally just not as intense as him / Sorry if it doesn’t make sense

You had to ask him out

Your a real pretty girl, but you’re kind of scary to guys

They think that you won’t like them the way they like you

That’s not the case all the time

Anyways

Johnny had saw you at school a couple times

Once he saw how pretty you were, it seemed like you were everywhere

He’d see you at the nightly double and/or on the Ribbon

You were everywhere all of a sudden

Dallas and Pony had gave him advice

Dallas : “she’s a good lookin’ broad for sure, you should say something before someone else does, man”

Ponyboy : “you should go for it!”

He didn’t

Every chance he had, he would chicken out

All of a sudden, you decided to one day

You walked up to him and Two-Bit at lunch

(Pony was in the bathroom or smth)

He was flustered the whole time

Two could tell

Anyways you got your date

And from that point on, you two got together

Darry and the gang were surprised

They’d seen you before and you didn’t seem like the type of girl Johnny would’ve dated

But you ended up with him

When he brings you around, it shocks them

They’d heard/seen you get in fights (and win obvi)

Your a tough lil greaser girl

They didn’t expect any girl Johnny brung around to actually talk and be louder than them sometimes

Johnny didn’t either, but he wanted you

[smolfangirl]

Second-hand watching Too Hot To Handle is so confusing as an ace person

Like what do you mean, you know this person for two days and already can't keep your hands and lips off of them? What do you mean you know how expensive it is to break the rules and still you can't keep it together ~ for one and a half weeks ~ 😭

[mmmichyyy]

Hi Michelle!

71 or 81 for the fic game please? 💖

#81: "hold still"

"stop moving."

maybe he shouldn't go out tonight. maybe he should call in sick. why is he going to work when he doesn't know where mickey is?

"ian," mandy hisses again. "hold still."

but they need money. that's what mickey said, right? just a couple more shifts and he can stop. just a few more nights and–

"ian." the exasperation is clear in her voice. "i can't draw your eyeliner if you keep twitching."

he doesn't realize how much he's shaking until mandy places a hand on his knee. he lets out a breath.

"when did mick say he'll be back again?"

mandy doesn't say anything for a moment, just continues to gently glide the pencil liner along his closed eyelid.

"give him some time," she finally says. "he'll come around eventually."

"but what if he doesn't?" his heart is beating a hundred miles a second, threatening to jump out of his chest. "what if he's gone for good? the video, it didn't mean anything, i did it for the money. he knows that right? it didn't mean anything."

mandy stops. leans back in her chair and looks at him - resigned, mixed in with pity, perhaps, and a tinge of sadness.

"you fucked someone else," she sighs, and his pulse comes to a complete stop. "how did you think he was going to react?"

he stares down at his hands. where did he get the cuts from? the bruises? he doesn't know. can't recall.

he doesn't remember a lot of things from the past few weeks, actually.

"i don't know," he says quietly. "i wasn't thinking, i guess."

"well." mandy swipes her thumb on the edge of his tear duct, smudging out the eyeliner. "if there's one thing i know about my brother, it's that he always keeps his promises. if he said he's coming back, then he will." she looks right into his eyes, unflinching. "the question is, are you going to wait for him?"

before he can answer, the front door opens.

[bubblegumbarbie33]

The parallels between Karen and Mandy, specifically LIP'S relationships with either of them, get me every time.

The fact that when Karen was upset about her dad she dyed her hair black and got facial piercings.

Then, Lip starts dating Mandy, a girl with black hair and facial piercings.

Or, whenever Lip goes to Karen's window it's because he genuinely wants to see her, but the one time he goes to Mandy's window it's because he needs a place to stay. (But he lets her think he WANTS or even NEEDS to see her, which breaks my heart every time because she looks so happy.)

Even Karen and Mandy's relationships with either of their fathers. Karen was emotionally abused by her father to an extent (public shaming, using religion as an excuse to demoralize her, all of the basic gross shit). When it all came to a head after the purity ball, Karen reacted by destroying herself and the lives of those around her. Mandy also has a horrible relationship with her father, it is heavily implied that he abused her brother and her physically, definitely emotionally, and her case sexually. However, Mandy responds only by partaking in self destructive habits (drug use, drinking, hypersexuality) and even some of these could be argued as 'normal' teenage behavior. (I'm not trying to say that one response was better or worse- except obviously Karen r*ping Frank was very not okay, and that scene with Lip and Mandy in the kitchen that could be argued as r*pe- honestly I hate how the Shameless writers talk about consent, especially when it comes to men, because I don't think they understand what it means).

Idk I just think some of these are interesting.

(oH AND, AND, the way Mandy started dying her hair blond and dressing a little 'classier' near the end of the series- specifically that one episode where they tricked the pastor. When Lip sees her with blond hair dressed preppier, he says she looks nice. Who could she be resembling here????? Hmmmm????)

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

The thing that surprised me when I first got into the fandom side of Shameless is that Fiona and Debbie will very rarely receive a nuanced reception for their actions (thinking about the things they do that are wrong and thinking about intent) whereas Lip's actions will always be handwaved away, even when he's 100% in the wrong. I still love Lip but it's led to me sometimes eye rolling at some of his scenes. Really the one's where he's screaming at someone about how wrong they are.

yeah… i love shameless and i love the fandom but they are both incredibly misogynistic, unfortunately.

*cue the man by taylor swift*

lip’s actions will always be defended because people think that he’s cool. debbie and fiona’s actions won’t, because people think that they’re bitches.

and there are so many pieces of evidence that the reason people (men) love lip and hate debbie and fiona is because of gender.

debbie or fiona could (and have) do the same fucked up thing that lip did and people react so differently.

for example:

lip trying to convince karen to keep her baby, wanting desperately to parent the child despite the fact that fiona warns him it’s a shitty decision because they can’t afford it, and for that, he’s stepping up. he’s mature. he’s brave.

debbie lies about being on birth control to purposefully have a kid and refuses to abort it despite fiona’s pleas because they can’t afford it, and she actually raises the kid all on her own, for that, she’s dumb. she’s a brat. she’s a bitch.

both of them were wrong. lip was wrong for telling karen what to do with her body and risking everything for his family for a child he wasn’t even 100% was his. debbie was wrong for lying to have a baby at fifteen (she was not wrong for not aborting franny, though. a lot of people think that she was, but i’m a firm believer in my body my choice, so it’s her absolute right to not abort her child).

debbie drops franny because of sleep deprivation and she’s suddenly the worst. fiona’s a drunk and suddenly she’s a bad character and a shitty person (she is a shitty person, but they all are). lip dropped his kid and is an alcoholic but he’s given the benefit of the doubt.

lip treats the women in his life like shit. probably because of monica. debbie and fiona get screamed at by him for honest mistakes (mostly fiona), mandy, amanda, sierra, and tami all got treated like shit by him when they were dating (tami doesn’t put up with it as much, though). and i’m not even necessarily saying he’s a misogynist, but he generally treats men better than women. and people are a little too okay with that.

all of lip’s actions are defended by how hard he had it, fiona and debbie’s aren’t. people will get really deep with lip, and explain how his every move is okay because his childhood was shitty. debbie and fiona are so complex also, and they literally had the same parents as lip, but people don’t like to get as deep and explain their every move with them (i do tho😉). every shameless character is complex. even the characters that aren’t as big. they all are complex and they have layers and if you look into them you can find a lot. people will do that with characters like lip, but with debbie and fiona they just kind of shrug it off. personally i find debbie much more interesting than lip but that’s just me.

if you’re going to defend lip because of how he was raised, you should defend all of the siblings. they literally grew up together.

and i love lip. i’m not trying to say i hate him, but if people are going to shit on fiona and debbie, then people should shit on lip, too.

i’ve said this before, but all of the characters resemble a role. they all have trauma and they all have different trauma responses. but just because they deal with it differently doesn’t mean that they aren’t traumatized.

i’m getting off topic as always lol.

but i wish that lip would get held accountable more. and i wish that people would go easier on fiona and debbie.

the show is called shameless. all of the characters are massive pieces of shit. to call any character except for like, liam, a good person is stupid because that’s missing the entire point. just because you like a character doesn’t mean that they’re an angel. one of my favorite characters is debbie and she’s a piece of shit. like she sucks ass but i also love her.

i’m unhappy with this post i might just redo it😭

[mickeyheartian]

Ian Galager

I've been looking for fics mentioning Mickey's tattoo of Ian's name, and haven't been able to find many. Also, I love fics mentioning Mickey's relationship with his siblings. So, I wrote this.

How Mickey's family find out about/react to his new tattoo.

Mandy

Mandy stares at Sandy, unsure if she just heard her cousin correctly.  They were sat in the Milkovich living room catching up.  Mandy had returned home two days ago to an empty house, shocked to see Sandy as the first to show up.  They hadn’t seen each other in years, and not just the past year that Mandy had been away.

"Mickey's home?" Mandy asks, looking at her in disbelief. "I thought he was in Mexico?"

"No, released from prison yesterday," Sandy informed her.

“Asshole!  Where is he?”

“Gallaghers.”

“Gallaghers?  Wait, Ian’s home too?”  Sandy nods in confirmation.  “The fuck!”

“Bitch you’re the one who fucked off, nobody knew where you were, how were we supposed to update you?” Sandy asked.

“Mick and Ian both had my number.”  She seethes, grabbing her purse from the couch and storming out of the house.

The walk to the Gallagher house was only a few blocks, the bitter morning air biting at her exposed arms.  She reached the front door and fumbled in the plant pot to the side, looking for the spare key that was kept there years prior.  Ian had shown her where it was in case she needed to get away from home for a bit.  She felt cold metal at her fingertips.  Bingo!  Still there.

Walking into the house, it was the same as it always had been.  Slightly more run down since she was last here, a few more stains on the floor.  But there was a distinct absence of people, the same thing she’d noticed with her own house.  She can’t have been gone that long… right?

She slowly climbed up the stairs, and upon reaching the top could hear her brother’s voice instantly.  “Your PO ain’t that bad, Red, just suck it up.  No one likes their PO.”  Mandy followed the sound of her brother’s voice over to the open accordion door, peering in.

Ian’s sat on the bed, frowning over at her brother, who sits smoking on the window.  Shirtless.  With Ian’s name unmistakably tattooed on his chest.  What? 

Before she figured out how she was going to play this, Ian spotted her.  “Mandy?” He asked, pulling himself up from the bed.  “Holy fuck!  It is you!”  He runs over and envelopes her in a hug.  “When did you get back?”

“Ian!” She smiles, returning the hug.  She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed her best friend until he had his arms around her.  “When did I get back?  The fuck is going on with you. Blowing up a fucking van!” she hits him.  She’d read about Ian’s escapades in the newspaper when she’d been working at a small convenience store.

“The fuck are you doin’ here?” Mickey asks from the window.

“What the hell asshole!” she replies, removing herself from Ian and turning to him.  “What are you doing here?”

“I live here,” Mickey shrugs.

“Hold up a second.  Firstly, what the fuck I haven’t heard from you in years!  You didn’t tell me you were out.”

“Bitch I’ve been in fuckin’ prison, then to Mexico and back in since I last heard from you.” Mickey retorts.

“Secondly,” Mandy continues, “is that Ian’s name on your chest?”

“Who the fuck else’s name would I have on my chest?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure ‘cause it’s not spelt right,” Mandy laughs.

“Already told him,” Ian tells her, laughing along with her and moving back to sit on the bed.

“Oh fuck off, the both of you.”

“Awww Mick!” Mandy smiles.  She turns to Ian, joining him on the bed.  “Never knew my brother could be such a softie.”

“OK.  Fuck off.  Time for you to leave.” Mickey grumbles.

Iggy & Colin

“’Ey, look who’s back from Mexico!” Iggy cheers as Mickey enters the Milkovich house.

“The fuck have you been, bro?” Colin asks, taking a sip from his beer.  Both of his brothers sat in the dimly lit living room, drinking beer with some action movie on in the background.  The house hadn’t changed in the years Mickey had been gone.  Still falling apart.  Still dirty.  Still full of idiots.

“Prison.  Mexico.  Prison.” Mickey says, slumping down on the sofa next to them.  He scrunches his nose.  “What stinks?”

“Colin’s decided showering is gay,” Iggy informs him.

“What the fuck?” Mickey shoots Colin a questioning look. Colin is about to explain, but Mickey holds up his hand.  “Nevermind.  I don’t wanna know.”

“Pro’ly hasn’t showered since you were here last,” Iggy laughs.

“He’s not been gone that long,” Colin says, lighting up a cigarette.

“The fuck?” Mickey asks, looking at his brother in complete disbelief.

“Nah man, he’s been gone a few months,” Iggy says.

“What the fuck!  I’ve been gone years shitheads!” Mickey shouts.

“Really?  Didn’t notice.”  Colin shrugs.

“Too busy gettin’ turned down by every girl at the Alibi,” Iggy laughs.

“Didn’t fuckin’ notice?” Mickey snaps.  “Fuckin’ idiots.”  He grabs the closest thing to him, the TV remote, and lobs it at Colin’s head.

“Fuckin’ asshole!” Iggy shouts, the remote completely missing Colin and hitting him in the head.  He jumps off the sofa, throwing himself on top of Mickey.

Mickey punches him before he can get a good punch in himself, the force causing them both to fall to the floor.  They scramble around on the floor like children until Colin steps in.

“You can’t come here and start shit, idiot!” He says, pulling Mickey up by his shirt.

“You’re the fuckin’ idiots!” Mickey retorts, thrashing against Colin.  He stops when he notices Colin’s face, idiocy replaced with disbelief and confusion. 

“What?”

“Gallagher?” Colin asks.

“What are you talking about?” Mickey asks.

“Ohhh!” Iggy taunts.  “Better make sure Pops don’t see that.”

Mickey looks down, noticing his tattoo on show, his vest having slipped when Colin grabbed him. 

“Wait.  Am I missing something?” Colin asks, letting Mickey back to the floor.

“Gallagher’s his boyfriend.”  Iggy shrugs.

“You’re a fag?” Colin asks.

“You didn’t know he was gay?”

“You’re a fag!”  Colin laughs.  “Oh my god.  And you got a guy’s name on your chest.  Oh my god!”  Colin breaks down into fits of laughter.

“What’s so funny, shitstain? Mickey asks, pulling his shirt back into place.

“You literally did the gayest thing you could do,” Colin gets out between laughs.  “Igg’s right, Pop’s is gonna kill you.”

“Not if you don’t fuckin’ tell him!”  Mickey knows his brothers are idiots, but he doesn’t think they’re that stupid.  “Also I’m sure taking it up the ass is the gayest thing I could do,” Mickey shrugs.

“Ew.  Gross!  You take it up the ass!” Iggy fake gags.

“Everything you say gets gayer,” Colin laughs.

“But you guys aren’t gonna tell him, right?” Mickey confirms.

“Yeah, yeah, little bro, your funeral,” Colin says, rubbing Mickeys hair like a child.

“How did you not know I’m gay?” Mickey asked.

“That ginger guy was living here for months, dude!” Iggy says, punching Colin in the arm.

“I dunno.  He was married.”

“And kissing a dude in the kitchen!”

“Nah he was married to a girl, man.”

Mickey shook his head, walking toward the kitchen in search of food.  Idiots.

Terry

“He’s gay Terry.  I’m gay.  People are gay.” Sandy says, bored of the conversation and getting up from the table where the Milkovich family are filing serial numbers off guns.

“Super gay,” Colin laughs.  Mickey shoots him a glare.  If he doesn’t shut the fuck up, he’s gonna have to kill him.

“You ain’t marrying a man.  Milkovich men marry vaginas.  Period!” Terry sneers.

“Not that big of a deal, he’s already got his name on his –” Colin says, Iggy quickly covering his mouth before he can finish.

Mickey covers his face with his hands.  He cannot comprehend the stupidity of his brothers right now.  What the fuck!

“He’s got what?” Terry asks, unnervingly calmly.

“Nothing.”  Colin says quickly.

“Yeah, definitely nothing.” Iggy confirms. 

Sandy shoots Mickey a worried glance.  He bites the corner of his lip, staying silent, telling himself to keep breathing.  Terry doesn’t know anything.

“Got his name where?” Terry asks again slowly, shooting a death glare across the table at Mickey.

“Don’t know what they’re talkin’ about Pops,” Mickey replies, praying that his brothers don’t say anything else stupid.  He shoots them both warning glares.

Terry moves to look over at Colin, who goes white.  “Nothin’ Pops, he don’t have nothin’ on his chest.”

Mickey stands still in complete disbelief for a second.  Before he can react, Terry stands, flipping over the table in anger, causing guns to fall to the floor in a loud crash.  He stalks over to Mickey, pulling down his shirt and seeing red.

Mickey shoves him off, and Terry lunges at him, gun still in hand, striking Mickey across the face with it.  Mickey sees stars.  It’s been a while since this happened.  He forgot the pain.  Terry’s got him pinned to the floor, unable to escape.

“Fuckin’ fag.  I’m gonna kill you!” he shouts, hitting Mickey across the head again.

Suddenly, the weight of Terry is gone, Sandy hanging from his back, Iggy, and Colin each holding one of his arms as he fights against them.

“Run!” Sandy shouts at him. 

Ian

Ian’s lying in bed when Mickey gets home, and the second he sees his boyfriend he can’t breathe.  “What happened?” he asks, jumping up off the bed to inspect the damage of Mickey’s face.  Two black eyes forming, a large gash on the side of his face and a split lip. 

“Terry,” Mickey mumbles, peeling off his blood-stained vest.

“You went home?” Ian asks.

“Yeah.”

“Not sure why you keep going back there,” he sighs, pulling his boyfriend toward the bed.  They lay down together, Mickey laying on Ian’s shoulder.

“He found out about the tattoo,” Mickey murmurs into Ian’s shoulder.

“What?  Mandy told him?”

“No.  No.  Stupid idiot brothers,” he sighs.

“Your brothers know about it?”

“Yeah.”  Mickey offers no explanation.

Ian traces his name across Mickey’s chest.  “You know, I love it,” Ian whispers to him.

“I love you,” Mickey mumbles, looking up and meeting Ian’s eyes.

“I love you, too.”

[hayscodings]

thoughts on the advice lana gave debs? cause i was thinking about when fiona and v were arguing and fiona says "not staple a photo of her (debbie) tits to a poll with her phone number beneath it like your wife told her to do!" and svet says "she has a good chest she should use it" that was just like oh! okay! cause debs was a minor. i assume it was cause of everything svet went through as a kid so she thought it wasnt a big deal. but what are your thoughts?

That scene is odd to me because that is not at all what Svetlana suggested that Debbie do? Her advice was for Debbie to find a husband, not to publicly post a photo of herself. The way that I interpret that line is that Svetlana was just being defensive because Fiona was coming at her, and Fiona has a history of being rude and condescending towards Svetlana.

Putting that aside, does Svetlana even know how old Debbie is? I doubt that she does. Though, in all honesty, I’m not sure that it would make a difference. Svetlana’s history has given her a very warped view of sexuality and what is and isn’t age appropriate.

I’m reminded of the scene where Debbie shares with Mandy that she’s been hanging out with a 20 year old guy and Mandy reacts by being impressed and suggesting that she send him a racy photo. They (Svetlana, Mandy, every single main character on this show tbh) just don’t know any better.

Ian didn’t see his relationship with Kash as a big deal, Lip didn’t acknowledge the power imbalance between him and Helene, Karen’s own mother didn’t find it inappropriate that she married a 40 year old man, Mickey didn’t think that a female teacher having an affair with an underage student was rape (I think he also said what that girl did to Carl wasn’t rape?), Mandy thought the concept of statutory rape was archaic, Svetlana never labeled what her father or Yvon did to her as rape.

This ignorance colors each and every one of their views on any situation that implicates these topics, which is why the comments that they make, and they advice that they often give regarding these sorts of things, tends to be so shit.