Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...
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(2024)
Damon stares at the bright screen. He isn’t looking at it. He is staring. Like a maniac, assumably. He hasn’t blinked in what feels like hours. Ever since he put that fucking song on. Now he is staring at the blue lyrics that Spotify is providing him and he cannot for the life of him stop.
He has seen the tweets. That’s how he found out about the song in the first place. Her name was trending… right above his own. To say that his heart dropped at that sight would be an understatement.
“Oh my god her voice is so good” and “Y/N sounds so unbelievably good” Of course it fucking is- of course she is. Damon used to tell her that over and over again back then. Yet this is the one time she decides to use it? Fucks sake. For some reason, it doesn’t seem fair to him but he couldn’t tell why.
He scratches his neck and sits down on his leather couch. This is massive, in so many ways and he has no one to talk to about this; no one except… well her. But he couldn’t just call her up, right? What would he even tell her? There wasn’t a world in which he could ever speak casually to her ever again. Damon runs a shaking hand down his face and shuts his eyes, they burn for a second before they fill with tears. Feels worse than the initial dryness.
Damon’s eyes open and shift down onto the red carpet. Since when did he have that ugly stain next to the coffee table? Y/N hasn’t called him after ‘13’ came out so why should he call her now after one single song? Can he get that stain out or is it too powerfully rubbed into the material? He has not spoken to her in almost two decades.
“Hey Siri, tell me: Where’s the latest cleaning store?”, he asks, his eyes still fixated on the floor. A sigh leaves his lips, while he listens to the animatronic voice. He hasn’t spoken to her in decades. A few minutes pass, and he stares in silence… at this massive brown stain that he somehow never noticed before.
Another sigh leaves his lips and he clears his somewhat dry throat:” Hey Siri? Call- call Y/N Gallagher.”
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Hi I was wondering if you could do a mickey milkovich x male reader who is hot headed
pairing: mickey milkovich x male!gallagher!reader
warnings: none. both are hot heads but it be cute shit. but it will have some bad language.
summary: mickey offers male!gallagher a one time run with his brothers. it goes south, both reader & mickey are hot heads who get angry and end up in a fight. kinda almost sexual tension i guess with some angst. not really romantic though. no punches thrown, just screaming at each other.
a/n: enjoy. i'm not the proudest of this one, i don't really know how i feel about this one in general. i hope its what you wanted though.
Mickey calls to me from across the street, "Hey Gallagher!"
I respond to him with a, "What the fuck do you want Milkovich?"
He beckons me over and offers me a one time job to help him and his brothers do a job with a pretty good fucking payout. I accept the job because the money would help out my family and I a lot.
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Mickey, his brothers, and I are in their van dressed up in all black getting ready to hit the place up. One of Mickey's brothers has it on good authority that this rich ass family is out of town for a few days so were hitting the place to grab some stuff to sell and grab their cash that they have in a safe.
We get into the place smoothly and already have a few bags loaded up with various items when we go to move onto the safe with the cash when the old guy comes out with a gun pointed right at us.
He's screaming at as while we fucking blast out of there before we get our heads blown off by some guy whose not supposed to be home right now all the while loosing a whole bunch of shit from the bags on our way out.
I'm fucking seething. Nobody was supposed to be home. It was supposed to be an easy job with a decent payout while running no risks whatsoever. But of course Mickey's intel was shit.
We're both in each others faces, screaming at each other pissed off. Him pissed off that we lost a lot of the shit while on our way out. Me pissed off that I could have fucking died or gone to jail for Mickey's bad intel.
We both finish at the same time right up in each other's faces breathing heavily. We're both staring at each other. It's almost as if we're in one of those dumbass romantic movies where the two lovers are standing in the rain staring at each other as they realize that they love each other.
Fucking as if. Mickey Milkovich, the guy who almost got me shot in the face. If only.
Summary: You’re a Gallagher. Debbie’s twin sister. You make the bad decision to start getting closer with Monica, but she starts drinking again. Who knows what comes next. You’re left devastated, and the rest of the Gallaghers rally to comfort you.
Author’s Notes:
-SPOILERS FOR SHAMELESS
-This takes place whenever Fiona is still there, Mickey hasn’t left yet, and Debbie has had Franny.
-I also wrote Jimmy into this. Idk why, I’ve always liked him.
-I did make the mistake of not including Kev and V. My bad. I do, of course, consider them as part of the family.
-My therapist told me to write this. In a way. She told me to write about the struggles I’ve been having with my own mother in the form of fanfiction, and this is what I came up with. This ended up being more about Monica than my own mother. Sorry therapist.
Warnings: Cursing, Alcoholism, Hurricane Monica
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“Where the fuck is she?!”
Mickey and Ian had just arrived. You could tell that from the shorter man’s yells for your location, and the sound of four feet bounding up the stairs.
Most of the rest of the family were gathered in your room. Carl was closest to you; he was knelt next to your bed. Liam was sitting in Fiona’s lap at the foot of your bed. Jimmy was leaning against the wall next to the head of your bed, and Debbie sat in a chair on the other side of your small bedroom with Franny in her lap.
Mickey was the first of the couple in the room, with Ian right behind him. “Is she okay? Are you okay?”
“I’m literally fine,” you told him, reclined in your bed.
Ian shook his head. “Not when it comes to Monica, you’re not.”
Mickey made a face showing that he agreed with his boyfriend.
“Oh, come on,” you rolled your eyes and sat up a little, “You’re the one who usually defends her.”
The ginger shook his head, folding his arms, and leaning against the wall next to your door. “Not this time.”
You gave a short sound of annoyance, and flopped your head back down on your mattress. “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. It’s not even that bad.”
Carl argued simply, “It is that bad.”
“All she’s been doing is going out to drink more. That’s tame compared to ‘Hurricane Monica’.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t matter,” Jimmy cut in.
Debbie continued, “We know you’ve been getting close to her lately.”
“Stupidly,” you groaned.
“Not stupidly,” Fiona chastized.
“A little stupidly,” Lip defended your point as he entered your room and placed a freshly opened coke can on your nightstand. He took a sip of his own soda, and sat on the floor next to your bed.
You smiled slightly at his humor, and took comfort in the leverage he brought. Coke-a-cola had been a shared thing between the two of you ever since your oldest brother had stopped drinking alcohol. You had been the first to stop walking on egg shells around him, and you’d showed that by getting both him and yourself coke cans during a family get-together one night, and acting like nothing was different.
“But despite that, it’s still sad to see you sad,” Lip commented, covering his tone change with another sip of his soda.
You groaned again. “You too?”
He nodded. “Yeah, me too.”
“You guys are killing me.”
Debbie rolled her eyes. “Really, Y/n? We’re killing you? Because we’ve been sitting here for, like, 15 minutes, and you’ve yet to admit the obvious fact that you opened yourself up to Monica again. And of course, she hurt you again.”
Your twin sister got a few pissed off looks for her bluntness, but she had finally gotten you to break.
Tears sprung to your eyes, even though you tried to hide them by covering your face with your hands. “Fuck. I’m sorry.” You didn’t even know what you were apologizing for.
Your family gathered closer around you, doing their best to be a comfort.
Mickey spoke, “You don’t got nothing to be sorry for, you know?”
Fiona agreed, “You’re allowed to cry sweetheart. You got hurt. This isn’t your fault.”
The rest of the family echoed similar, shorter thoughts to agree with Fiona and Mickey, and you felt better. Not good, not even 100% okay, but you felt better.
You didn’t think you’d ever feel 100% okay with a mother like Monica, but you knew that if anybody would be able to help you, it’d be the rest of the Gallaghers. Your family.
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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it. If you would like to read more, I have more fics over on my page. You should check it out. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3
Request: “hi! i’ve never sent an ask in before so i hope i’m doing this right but i was wondering if you could please write something for sandy milkovich. maybe where she’s dating the youngest gallagher girl and despite her hard demeanor she’s very soft with the reader? thank you!!”
requested by anonymous
Word count: 602
Pairing: Sandy Milkovich x Female! Gallagher! Reader
Warnings: cursing, sandy's a total softie for her girl
A/n: I'm really proud of this piece and I hope you like it just as much as me. If anyone has a request for Sandy or other characters from Shameless, feel free to ignore the 'requests closed' tag and send them in!
☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁ || ☁ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁
The first thing Sandy heard when she entered the Gallaghers' house was your sweet laugh that echoed through the small kitchen. Like always, she couldn’t control the smile that crawled up her face at the sheer sound of your voice.
“I can’t believe you said that to him!” You gasped at Carl’s story when Sandy crossed the doorway.
You sat on the kitchen chair with your arms hugging your curled-up legs tightly. Your back faced Sandy, making her annoyed that she had to wait for even a second longer to see your gorgeous face. She tiptoed towards you, ignoring Carl’s pointed gaze before her arms slid down your shoulders, and she pressed a kiss to the side of your face.
You guessed who it was without even turning around, and you squeezed one of her hands in yours. A scent of cigarettes and bubble gum immediately surrounded you, making you needy for your girlfriend’s attention.
“Hi, Sandy,” you greeted her, turning your head so you could give her a sweet short kiss on the lips. “I thought you weren’t coming back till evening.”
“Change of plans,” she shrugged off your surprise, sitting down on the chair next to you and playing with your fingers.
Your younger brother took it as a sign to continue his story. “So, I was saying that—”
“For fuck’s sake, scram,” Sandy interrupted him before he could say another word, fixing him with a glare.
Carl let out an annoyed groan. “That’s so stupid! Why are you only being nice to her?” He pointed at your innocent face before throwing his arms in the air in exasperation.
“Yeah, well she’s my girlfriend. You’re still sitting here, I told you to scram,” the brunette quirked an eyebrow at him. If her eyes were lasers, the young Gallagher would already be just a messy puddle on the kitchen floor.
“This is ridiculous! This is my house!” Carl protested, but he knew better than to ignore Sandy, and he left the room, stomping angrily up the stairs so everyone in the house would hear him.
When he was out of earshot, you burst into giggles. You wished your girlfriend got along better with your family, but at the same time, their interactions always made you laugh. Sometimes you had a feeling that Sandy knew about that, and that was probably the reason why she liked to tease your siblings so much; she would never admit to it, though.
“How was your day?” she asked after giving you a minute to catch your breath. One of her arms still rested on your shoulder, and she took advantage of it to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear before leaning down to kiss your cheek.
“Not that bad, actually.”
You looked at her for a long second before deciding that she was still too far away for your liking. You pushed yourself off the chair before plopping into her lap in a straddling position. Her arms immediately circled your waist and pressed you as close to her as possible, and the cheeky smile that crawled up her face made you beam.
“I missed you,” Sandy whispered, her breath washing over your cheeks, making butterflies erupt in your stomach.
“You’re a big softie, Sandy.” You giggled again, but it was cut short when your girlfriend’s lips met yours for a long kiss.
When you pulled away to catch a breath, her teeth caught your lower lip, tugging at it gently and making you let out a soft moan. She let it go with a satisfied smirk before speaking up, “You make me soft.”
