#Fiona Gallagher x reader

[t0yac1d]

Girl of My Dreams (F.Gallagher x F!Milkovich!Reader)

Summary: Fiona's first time with a woman, let alone a Milkovich.

Word Count: 1,353

Warnings: smut, oral (Fiona receiving), fingering, hair pulling, praise, degrading, teasing, face riding

You're so glad that the house was empty, no Gallaghers to walk in and disrupt you two. You already wanted to have her under you, to taste her and have her to yourself. The desire for her was strong from the beginning, but when you found out that she has never been in an actual relationship with a girl, let alone get eaten out by one, that desire and want for her became stronger. That want turned into a need, and that desire turned more into a craving for her. You just wanted to have her, even for a night and you finally got that.

You held her thighs apart, keeping them wide open while you slurped at her exposed cunt. Her pussy dripping from her own juices and now, your saliva. Your chin drenched in her essence and her fingers tangled in the roots of your hair while yours curled in her pussy and gripped the fat of her thighs.

Fiona's back arched off of her bed, toes curling as your fingers curled against that spot that made her scream.

The room was filled with her moans. whimpers, whines, airy breaths and your name. The way it rolled off of her tongue sounded so natural, the way her body reacted to your touch seemed like this was an everyday thing.

"You sound so pretty sayin' my name like that,"

She smiled at the praise and looked down, "Didn't think you were the kind of person to praise someone." she chuckled, "What do you wanna hear then, Fi? Want me to degrade you? Call you 'my slut' or something?" you asked, your fingers never stopping.

She clenched around your fingers at the suggestion, "Deadass?" you asked, stopping your movement, causing Fiona to let out a whine. "You're serious?" you asked again. She covered her face with her hands and nodded. You pulled your fingers out and licked them clean before climbing onto the bed and hovering over her.

"Move your hands, pretty."

She did as told and looked up at you with those eyes. Those beautiful, brown eyes.

"Were you serious?" you smirked, "Yeah...do you wanna try it?" she asked, you gave her a nod, "I'll try anything with you,"

She laughed, God her laugh was just so full and happy, "You're so corny!"

You left a trail of kisses down her body, "Shut up," you muttered as you made your way back down between her legs.

"You know, for the record, I didn't take you for one to like being degraded." you mentioned, flicking her clit with your tongue.

She moaned, and pushed your head down, "But I'm glad I know now,"

You continued to talk as you ate her out, the vibrations of your words on her pussy sent shivers throughout her body.

She didn't mind that you were talking, but God, she just wanted you to call her names while praising her. You guys can have a conversation any other time.

"Reader."

"Pretty."

She smiled at the name, "Just eat me out, we can talk normally after."

"Impatient much?" you mumbled, sitting up, resting your hands on her thighs. Fiona whined and reached out for your hands, trying to move them between her legs.

"Why? Please, don't do this right now." she panted, "Don't do what? Use your words, bitch."

"Don't tease right now."

You chuckled and hovered over the brunette, your arm wrapping around her waist as you switched positions.

You lied on your back and had Fiona in your lap. Her hands rested on your chest and yours rested on her waist and thigh.

"Why not?" you asked, "Please? Don't tease right now, please?" she begged. You pretended to think for a moment, "Nah. If you want to cum, do it yourself."

"You mean like ride you or something?" she asked, "I mean, do it yourself. I don't do anything for bitches who act bratty."

Fiona had a feeling in her core now, she liked hearing you talk to her like this. Degrading and mean. She didn't think she'd like being called a bitch. She usually doesn't like being called a bitch by anyone, but it felt different coming out of your mouth.

But the cherry on top, was the way you looked at her when you did. Especially now, with you under her calling her names. She could honestly cum right then and there from your words alone.

Fiona, very nervously, crawled her way up your body and hovered over your face. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Ride." you bluntly stated.

"Ride your face? What if I hurt you or something?" she asked, "You won't hurt me."

"But what if I do?"

"You won't."

"What if I do though?"

"If you don't want to cum then I'll leave."

"Okay! Okay!"

Fiona leveled her pussy just over your mouth, not on it, but just ghosting it.

"Fi."

"..Yeah?"

"Sit."

She sighed, she really didn't want to take that chance of hurting you. She didn't want to hurt you at all.

You grabbed her hips and pulled her down on your face. Your mouth was open, and you were lapping at her pussy like you were starved.

She held herself up against the wall behind her bed and her hips bucked on your face. Her clit would rub against the tip of your nose every now and then.

"I- fuck I thought you didn't do anything for "bitches who act bratty" or are you just a liar?" she asked.

"I'm many things, Fi. But a liar, I ain't." the more you spoke the louder she moaned. Your words sent vibrations through her cunt and throughout her whole body.

"Plus, you're the kind of brat whose too dumb to do shit on her own." you degraded. The dirty words you spewed at her made Fiona's eyes roll to the back of her head.

You licked, sucked and flicked her clit with your tongue as she rode your face. Her thighs clenched around your head and her body tremble when she felt herself cumming all over your tongue, mouth and chin.

She rested on top of you for a moment, you rubbed her back and thighs, letting her take her time. You didn't mind staying in between her legs.

After she caught her breath, she moved from on top of your face and sat in your lap. You sat up and oh my god you looked so fucking sexy.

The way your eyes were still low, evidently filled with lust, your droopy smile, your hair was a mess and you had her cum and juices on your chin. You grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the spots on your chin that you couldn't easily lick off.

Fiona stared at your shirt and played with the hem of it. "You want it?"

"Really?" she asked, hesitant to say 'yes'. She didn't want to ransack you of your clothes just yet. "Yeah, don't worry, I got another under here."

This has been one of the first times Fiona has felt truly happy and at peace with a person. Usually everything goes downhill for her, but ever since she's met you and became great friends with you, her life brightened up.

It's been around an hour or two, the two of you were in the midst of a conversation that you didn't hear the front door open and shut close. You were sitting with your back up against the wall with Fiona sitting between your legs and her back against your chest. She wore your shirt and the two of you passed as cigarette between each other.

"Fi', you don't mind if Mickey.." Ian trailed off as he saw his sister, who was naked waste down, cuddling with his boyfriend's sister.

"Did she say anything?" Mickey shouted, walking up the stairs, Ian quickly closed the door before Mickey could peak in. "She's uh naked."

"So? Move, bitch." Mickey opened the door and saw the scene, "Fucking Gallaghers." he chuckled. Walking over to the two of you. He sat next to you and took the cigarette from you. "Literally, fucking the Gallaghers."

[svltzmans]

illicit affairs - f.g.

a/n: hi! here's a cute little blurb based on a request i got recently 😁 i'm kinda obsessed with this fiona x milkovich! reader concept

warnings: making out (i think that's it) (oh and also this is unedited) (but you probably knew that already lmao)

"mmmph, fiona," y/n slurs between kisses from her girlfriend. "you're so perfect."

fiona smiles against y/n's lips, not wasting any time pressing hers against them again.

fiona and y/n had decided to keep their relationship under wraps for a while, not wanting to create any commotion.

considering that fiona had never dated a woman before and that their brothers were dating, it would be quite a shock.

nonetheless, the chemistry between them was too strong, and became undeniable.

luckily, it had been possible for them to spend time together when the kids were at school or when fiona was able to sneak off.

fiona climbs on top of y/n, the kiss heating up by the second.

fiona and y/n are too captivated by each other for either of them to hear fiona's bedroom door opening.

"hey fiona, mickey and i are gonna go to- oh, what the fuck?"

it's ian, and he's standing in the doorway with his mouth agape.

behind him is mickey, y/n's younger brother, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

fiona practically leaps off y/n's lap, knowing they had been caught.

"i, um, ian, i thought you were out for the day?" fiona mutters, flustered by the situation.

"you guys don't knock around here?" y/n jests, trying to provide comic relief. fiona giggles, but ian and mickey are still frozen in shock.

"okay hold on a minute, you two are... fucking? or what?" mickey speaks, gesturing with his hands as he does.

"um, more than that," fiona responds first, noticing that y/n appears slightly unnerved by her brother's reaction.

ian and mickey look at each other, both cracking a smile.

"we both thought we were the gay siblings, jesus," ian laughs, the rest of the room following.

"no better connection than a gallagher and a milkovich, i guess," mickey adds, looking at ian. "right ian?" he says, giving his boyfriend a gentle smack on the ass.

"at least we got a room, unlike you two freaks," fiona quips.

"at least we told you we were dating," ian teases, hoping for a reaction from his sister.

he gets one, with fiona standing and starting to chase him.

left alone in the room, mickey and y/n look at each other for a few seconds.

"y/n?" mickey breaks the silence first.

"yeah?"

"if ian's sister..."

"fiona," y/n interrupts.

"yeah, fiona, whatever, if she hurts you..."

"you don't have to be so protective, mickey. she is to me what ian is to you. you know that."

mickey softens, swallowing the rest of his words.

"fine. just, lock the door if you ever have her over to our house, would you?"

[burntb4bydoll]

hi! idk if you still write for shameless but i read ur carl headcanons and omg i loved it

may i ask fiona gallagher & carl gallagher with a short and hot tempered s/o headcanons?

like reader acts like theyre dangerous and shit but they're actually a softie!!!!'''

This is so me honestly

Fiona/Carl Gallagher with a short and hot tempered s/o

Carl Gallagher

•he thinks that your attitude is so hot

•if someone ever picks a fight with you, he likes to watch it unfold. he would watch you from afar while smirking to himself the whole time you tell the random person off

•finds it absolutely hilarious when your seen cussing out a man almost a foot and a half taller than you. They always get too nervous to agree back with you😭

•he doesn’t want you to get into a real fight tho. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, if you’re at risk of getting hurt he wont let you do it.

•can and will fight someone for you

•but whenever you guys are hanging out alone, suddenly your whole demeanor changes and you suddenly turn into the biggest sweetheart ever

•and he is absolutely eating it tf up

•he will sit with his back against the headboard while you lay on top of him, the whole time you’re cuddling you are subconsciously pulling yourself closer and closer to him

•he likes seeing your (fake) tough personality slowly fade into your real one once you get some privacy. He feels special that he gets to see the real you and no one else does.

Fiona Gallagher

•loves to be the one to break that tough exterior of yours

•although she does find it very attractive

•she lowkey hates when you get into arguments. You tend to get into fights with people a lot bigger than you and it scares the shit outta her

•if the fight does get physical, she’ll patch you up afterwards while telling you how stupid you were acting😭 she’s definitely pissed off about it, but she’ll end up apologizing like 5 minutes later because she felt bad that she called you stupid

•thinks its so adorable how you act all tough but the second she kisses you, you damn near melt

•she likes to tease you for being short a lot, but its just playfully. She actually really enjoys the height difference

•takes so many pictures of you when you’re acting all soft. You’re either cuddling into her side, laying with your face in her neck or standing next to her in the mirror in the morning, just hugging her from behind with your face smooshed again her back.

•her and Ian are secretly conspiring to make you and mickey hang out and become friends because they think that you’re similar to each other

[bumblesimagines]

Fiona Gallagher

fancy running into you here.

you haven't changed a bit.

i was never good for you.

fancy running into you here.

you haven't changed a bit.

i was never good for you.

Pronouns: They/Them/Their, Gender Neutral!Reader

"Man," Kevin breathed, his head propped up on his fist as his eyes ran all over your face. "You were a pipsqueak last time I saw you. Like, shit... You takin' somethin' to get so tall? Who's your guy? The hell's in the water over in New York?"

"Kev, I was like seventeen last time you saw me." You reminded the bar owner lightly, a smile stretching across your face despite his astonishment at your... normal growth? You could hardly blame him. You barely reached up to his chest before you left Chicago for New York and never looked back. Until nostalgia struck and led you right back to your shitty yet comforting hometown. 

"Yeah..." Kevin pushed himself off the bar and tossed the rag over his shoulder, the twinkling awe in his eye childish yet welcoming. His friendly smile morphed into a sheepish one, and he scratched at his jaw lightly. "You know, this is probably a bad time to mention Fiona's gonna be droppin' by at any minute."

As if on cue, the door to The Alibi Room swung open, bringing in a gust of cold winter air into the bar. You took one glance toward the door and turned back to Kevin with a deadpan look, getting a smile full of feigned innocence in return. You wrapped your fingers around the beer bottle and took a swing, swallowing down the remaining beer and reaching into your wallet to slap the money on the table. The sound of the door slamming shut made your heart jump slightly and you sent Kevin a scowl before slipping out of the bar stool. 

Your eyes immediately met hers the moment you turned around, and for a brief moment, you wondered if she'd even recognize you. She looked about the same. Big tired brown eyes, messy unbrushed brunette strands that stuck out in every direction, a slender body that'd have any grandmother throwing a fit about not eating enough, and clothes that looked as if she'd blindly pulled them out of her closet and slipped them on. Still naturally beautiful and still exhausted from the weight of responsibilities thrown on her shoulders. 

Recognition flickered in her eyes and she stopped, the words dying on her tongue as her mouth snapped shut. She stared at you, her eyes flickering between your own before drifting around your face and down to the rest of you. Her mouth formed different words but no sound came out and you simply stood there, letting her drink you in for the first time in five years. 

"Fancy running into you here." She breathed out, her ears turning a soft pink when you couldn't help but laugh. Fiona set her worn tote bag on one of the bar stools and moved forward, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. "Oh, my god, (Y/N)... you're here. You're actually here. Since when? Why?" She pulled back, her hands dropping down to clutch your forearms. Her brows knitted together and you could practically hear the questions racing through her mind, likely coming up with a million horrible things that could've led you back to Chicago. 

"I... I wanted to check in. I wanted to see how everyone was doing. You... you haven't changed a bit." You chuckled, a familiar warm, fuzzy feeling settling in your chest and spreading through your body. 

Fiona's brows relaxed and she exhaled heavily. "I still look like a hot mess?" She chuckled softly.

"You're still prettier than half the girls on the block." You smiled and watched her face soften at words she'd heard countless times before. She laughed breathlessly and brushed some strands out of her face, peering down at her shoes bashfully. 

"Here you go," Kevin said suddenly, setting down two bottles and winking, the grin on his face telling you Fiona showing up not long after you arrived hadn't been a mere coincidence. "I think you've two got some catching up to do."

"Thank you, Kev." Fiona smiled, taking one of them into her hand and settling down on one of the stools. She watched as you did the same, bringing the bottle to her lips and drinking before sighing and leaning back on the stool. "I didn't think I'd see you again. I... I thought you were gone for good." 

"Yeah, well... I couldn't stay away for long."

"I'd say five years is pretty long." She chuckled, somewhat dryly. "But I'm glad you left. I was never good for you. This place was never good for you. You might've ended up like the Milkovich boys. They've only gotten worse since you left, you know. Running around the streets, stealing shit, breaking everything they can get their hands on." Fiona shook her head. 

"We weren't good for each other, Fiona. We were kids. We didn't know what we were doing." You told her softly, rubbing your finger up and down the side of the cool moist bottle. She smiled sadly and exhaled shakily, scratching her forehead as her gaze dropped onto the bar.

"I still don't know what I'm doing." She admitted quietly. "Taking care of all those kids. It- It's tough. And- And I was... I was scared when you left. I mean, they were like our kids and suddenly you were gone and- and I was taking care of them alone. They'd ask when you were coming back- I mean, shit, Frank asked too." 

"Well, I'm back." You smiled, reaching out to gingerly take her hand into yours. The ghost of a genuine smile spread across her lips and she rubbed at her eye before the first tear could fall. "And I want to help you and the kids, Fiona. Just like old times."

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni

gripping the flesh around fiona’s hips and watching as your fingertips create divots in her skin. her lips are parted, tits bouncing with each thrust, looking up at you with her doe eyes filled with desperation and lust. you’re fucking into her so good, groaning as you feel her nails scratching down your back. and she’s already so dumb, barely forming coherent words and sentences as you thrust your strap-on into her hard and deep.

she can’t even respond when you ask, “do i fuck you better than your other worthless boyfriends?”

but you already know the answer. especially when tears fall down her cheeks as she cums all over your silicone cock.

you know that you can make her pussy feel things that she never previously imagined.

[luvliewriting]

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Imagine: First Kiss

Warnings: Mostly just fluff, maybe some hints of ns/fw for some

Notes: I'm willing to turn any of these concepts into actual fics if requested

Includes: The Gallagher siblings

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Fiona <3

You worked with her at the diner and it was time for closing, it was just you two cleaning up before you turned the lights out. You kept eyeing her from across the diner; seeing her bend over the tables, tuck her bottom lip under her teeth when she would scrub a stubborn spot, pushing back strands of hair that left her ponytail. It was torturous watching her like that. You knew she just got out of a relationship with Jimmy/Steve so you worried that maybe it would be too soon to tell Fiona how you felt but it was getting more to be harder everyday that you had to watch her and see her. Eventually you couldn't take it so you "accidentally" dropped one of the coffee cups and Fiona immediately offered to help you clean it up. When you two ducked to the back to toss the pieces of the cup, you pulled her back before she could return to cleaning and kissed her. To your surprise, she didn't try to push you off and even stayed back a bit longer after closing at the back of the diner with you

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Lip

It was the same as Karen, you were a little behind on history and Lip needed some extra money so he decided to tutor you. The first couple lessons were innocent enough, it stayed strictly as tutoring. But as the lessons went, you two got closer. He would scoot his chair closer to you, he would stay behind after the lessons for a bit to have a smoke and chill with you till it happened. You were scribbling on the paper aimlessly while Lip read the textbook to you and explaining what it meant in more detail not that you were listening, you were too busy admiring him and his voice but you tried to pay as good attention as you could. Your pencil slipped out your hand and rolled to the floor between you two. You both bent down to grab it, smacking your foreheads together as he groaned and you laughed. He was rubbing his forehead when he looked at you with those eyes, those eyes you could stare at for hours as you began to lean in, as did he till your lips touched. His hands snaking down to your butt and thighs, pulling you off of your chair and into his lap.

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Ian

Childhood friends, you two had grown up with each other and knew each other better than anyone else. He was your first crush and you were his but you were both two stubborn to admit. After Ian dumped Mickey, you were conflicted on what to do; you had a chance to either make your childhood fantasies come true or completely ruin a lifetime of friendship. It started with leaving little crumpled notes in places that he would find eventually, than turned into leaving articles of clothing at his place when you would sleepover till you eventually just flat out said that you wanted Ian in that way. You braced yourself for the rejection, turning to the door to leave his room till he grabbed you and smashed his lips against yours passionately finally admitting what he had wanted to say for years.

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Debbie

You met Debbie through Franny's school where you worked, she was by far your favourite of the mom's to converse with when they would come to pick up their kids. Debbie was typically the last parent to come pick up their kid, not that you complained. You absolutely adored Franny and you liked getting to catch up with Debbie. But one day, it was a Friday so you sat with Franny at one of the little tables waiting for Debbie to come pick her up while you ate lunch with Franny. Franny was eating her typical peanut butter and jelly, her mouth was full as she said "mommy keeps talking about you Mrs/Mr L/N". You weren't sure if you heard her right but she continued when her mouth wasn't full, "she says your name when she's in her room for private time." Okay you were sure you heard Franny right now and when Debbie came to pick up Franny, you decided to follow the two out to your car which was parked beside Debbie's. Debbie was in the car, Franny in her car seat and Debbie's window was rolled down as she talked to you. Eventually you just leaned in and pecked her lips, leaving Debbie flustered as you winked, "I'll see you tomorrow Miss Gallagher."

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Carl

You were at an arcade and challenged him to a game of basketball, Just for the fuck of it. You won of course, by pure dumb luck because athletics were not within your department. Carl tussled for the ball, demanding a rematch and you refused, screaming that he was being a sore loser. He chuckled and reached for the ball that your arms stretched to the back of your head, as it you really could evade him. It was like he planned it yet it also felt so improved, smug bastard. It was fast, his arm snaked around your waist and planted his lips on yours. You could be imagining things, but you could have swore Carl took a second to inhale you, taking you all in. For what felt like an eternity was over in a flash when you heard a thump on the floor. He got the ball and you were subjected to a rematch

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[three-unspoken-words]

Do I love them or am I in love with the idea of them? They’re always on my mind, I’ve known them for a while, I’d do anything for them. Is it love? I feel that I don’t know them deep enough to love but the feeling is so strong, could it be love?

[ficnation]

New Neighbor - Fiona Gallagher x Reader

Request: hi!! can i request a fiona x female reader? something where the reader is a neighbor and eventually starts dating fiona? thank you!! requested by anonymous Word count: 1,9k+ Pairing: Fiona Gallagher x Female! Reader Warnings: usual shameless themes, maybe swearing, kinda enemies to lovers trope

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The first time you met Fiona Gallagher, she was pretty hostile towards you. The word “hostile” wasn’t nearly enough to describe the way she looked at you. You didn’t have the slightest idea why your mere existence in the same neighborhood was such an inconvenience for her, but the way she treated you was getting on your nerves. 

You had been living in Chicago for a few weeks and liked it well enough. The house you inherited after your grandfather wasn’t particularly large, but it was more than enough for you. And it had all the amenities you could ever ask for. The rooms didn’t need to be thoroughly cleaned, bathrooms didn’t have to be scrubbed to look half decent, and windows didn’t need to be replaced. Everything was just right. 

You wished your relationship with the neighbors was just as right as the house was. But things weren’t going too well between you and Fiona Gallagher. In fact, if you were being honest with yourself, you were starting to resent her. 

You thought bitterly about Fiona’s frown from yesterday morning when you accidentally bumped into her on the sidewalk. You didn’t understand her hatred at all. 

Her siblings seemed to like you or at least tolerate you. You were always nice to them, and you didn’t treat them like you were better. Both of your families were stuck in the Southside with no means to move anywhere nicer. The least you could do is give each other a friendly smile from time to time and lend a helping hand when it was needed.

Walking through the front door, you sighed and tossed your keys on the table before flopping onto one of the kitchen chairs. You let yourself rest for a while, too exhausted after your night shift at the bar to do anything productive. You didn’t even want to think about all the other tasks that awaited you. 

Not even twenty minutes later, you heard knocking. You got up reluctantly and went over to open the front door. It was probably the neighbors’ kids playing a prank at the cost of your peace and quiet. 

But when you opened the door, your breath hitched. Standing there, smiling brightly at you, was Fiona Gallagher. 

Her happy face and cheerful voice were something you didn’t expect at all. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a casual plaid shirt and some faded jeans. Even when looking so day-to-day, you had to admit she looked stunning. You slapped yourself mentally for letting that thought enter your head. 

Before she could say anything, you stuttered out a greeting and reluctantly stepped aside to let her in.

As soon as Fiona entered the living room, walking past the adjacent kitchen, you closed the door behind her and followed, leaning against the wall beside her. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed how close you were to her.

She cleared her throat and played with the hem of her shirt nervously. “You look tired,” she noticed. 

You shrugged and tried to play it cool, but inside, you were fuming. “Yeah, I guess I am. I work a lot.”

The brunette nodded and took a seat in one of the armchairs. “I’m sure you’re busy,” the woman said, guilt evident in her voice. Then a second later, she added awkwardly, “Maybe I should just go—” 

“No!” Your voice came out louder than intended. You mentally winced at yourself. You weren’t used to her being so nice to you. Embarrassed, you sat down on the couch nearby and rubbed your neck. “I mean... You can stay,” you offered tentatively. “Tell me what you came here for.”

She smiled warmly at you again and nodded. “Alright then.” Her eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid yours at all costs. You were pretty sure she was trying to find a way to ask you for something without sounding like a horrible person.

The silence stretched a little too long for your comfort, and you shifted in your seat, catching her attention. “So,” you began cautiously. “What brings you here?”

“Oh,” Fiona glanced away from you and chuckled slightly at her own awkwardness. “Right…” She paused for a moment before sighing deeply. “Lip told me you were a mechanic before you started working at Kevin’s bar.”

The way she said it made you feel a little nervous. Lip must have really needed you to help out if he couldn’t fix the issue himself. Or maybe he just wanted to force Fiona to interact with you like a normal person. 

“Yeah… Yeah, that’s me.” You quickly understood that she was only here because she needed a favor.  

Fiona stared at you for a moment, studying your face, trying to read what you were thinking.

“I know you probably don’t want to have anything to do with me and you definitely have no desire to help me with anything,” she finally blurted out. “I just... I really need your help.”

You frowned at her crossing your arms over your chest. “Why wouldn’t I want to help you?” you asked, baiting her.

“Because I’m a bitch.” She sounded honest and regretful of her former attitude toward you. You were surprised. 

“You’re not a bitch, Fiona.” You rolled your eyes at her, trying to stay nice even though she didn’t treat you even remotely pleasant before. “You’re just… You’re not the friendliest person around.”

Fiona shook her head. “I think I’m a bitch for doing nothing but getting pissed every day at you because Kevin gave you my job at the bar even though I knew you needed it more than I. I think I’m a bitch because I’ve spent so much time pretending that you’re this horrible horrible person when in fact you were always a sweetheart.” She gave you a sad smile. “You didn’t deserve to be treated like that. I’m sorry.”

“Shit, alright.” You blinked a couple of times, still not believing your own ears. It was definitely a pleasant surprise. “It’s all forgiven and forgotten. Now, what do you need me to do?”

“Help me fix that shitty ass car, maybe. Just so I can get to work in time for my shift and not get fired, please,” she asked, looking at you with begging eyes. 

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. “Okay, fine. Let’s see what we can do.”

Fiona grinned widely at you, and you couldn’t help but return the gesture. You felt your cheeks getting warmer. You didn’t know anyone’s smile could be so breathtaking.

The next thing you knew, you were standing outside of Gallagher’s house, sleeves rolled up above your elbows, a grease rag in one hand, and your cheeks smudged black as you worked on the engine of her car. Your hair fell in front of your face every now and then, so you tucked it away with your fingers.

It was hot and humid, and everything smelled like gasoline. For a second, you wondered what you were doing here, but the feeling of satisfaction you felt knowing that Fiona’s car was almost fixed and that she could now drive it again pushed away any thought of leaving. Besides, you figured you wouldn’t mind spending another hour in her company.

“Hey, thanks so much for helping me,” Fiona said after a while. 

You didn’t reply but sent an awkward smile her way as you just kept working. You didn’t know how to act around her yet. Gossiping about the neighborhood and small talk came easily, but when she tried to ask about your family and deeper things, you couldn’t help but avoid responding.

She was silent for a few more minutes until she spoke again, “Lip told me you’re leaving Chicago soon.”

“Yeah, by the end of the month,” you replied without taking your eyes off your work to study her reaction. “I’m going back to California for my friend’s wedding and I have some shit to take care of while I’m there. Not really sure how long it’ll take me.”

“I’ll miss seeing you around.” Her voice sounded sincere, but you still didn’t buy her words.

You snorted slightly at that. “Doubt it. We’re hardly friends,” you pointed out. “You hated me like an hour ago.”

Fiona raised an eyebrow at you challengingly. “Maybe I’m changing my mind about that.”

“I’ll let you prove it to me,” you snorted, wiping your hands on your jeans. “I think it’s done.” You nodded at the car. 

The brunette smiled widely, jumping into the car and trying the engine. The car spluttered for a moment before changing into a steady hum. 

“It works!”

When you came back from California, you felt relaxed and ready to take on everything and everyone that the world decided to throw at you. Not only has the state of your mind improved, but so did your relationship with Fiona.

She kept texting you through the few weeks you spent out of Chicago. You didn’t remember giving her your number, but you guessed that Kevin or Lip gave it to her.

You texted her back whenever you could. Her messages were full of random ramblings and questions about your trip. At some point, you found yourself looking forward to her texts, glancing at your phone every few minutes. Fiona gained your trust and friendship quicker than you expected.

What you also didn’t expect was to see her the moment you parked your car in the driveway. But here she was, sitting on the wooden steps of your house, smiling brightly. Her hair was down in soft waves that framed her face perfectly. The kohl under her beautiful brown eyes made them stand out against her pale skin. You couldn’t help but stare at her through the side window, amazed.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, neighbor!” she called out, jumping to her feet when you got out of the car to greet her.

“If I knew you’d be waiting for me, I’d probably get a speeding ticket along the way.” You grinned at her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The road back was neither the shortest nor the most pleasant, and you were worried you looked like you hadn’t slept in days.

Fiona walked up to you quickly before throwing her arms around your waist, which made you gasp in surprise. You reluctantly returned the embrace, burying your face in the crook of her neck. You let yourself get enveloped by her smell—the smell of cigarettes and coffee with a tint of sweet perfume—for some reason, it was just intoxicating.

“Did you miss me that much?” you whispered against her, feeling her shudder at the sensation of your breath washing over her heated skin. 

“I’m proving I like you, just like you said.” Fiona pulled away to look you in the eyes. She spent a few minutes studying your face longingly. “Go on a date with me?”

You smiled brightly. “So I take it that you like women just as much as I do?”

“I definitely like you like that.” 

The brunette leaned in, brushing her lips against yours, waiting for your reaction. She partially thought you’d pull away and reject her after how she treated you before, but to her and your surprise, you didn’t. You tangled your fingers in her hair and pulled her closer, sealing your lips together in a rough kiss.

“I think I like you like that too,” you mumbled out against her lips.

@humanmistakes

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[mouseymilkovich]

hear me out, fi calling reader "hot stuff" ((from the nickname prompts obvi))

suddenly i've become feral.

"Hot stuff." - from flirty nicknames

☁️ let's have a sleepover ☁️ *last day for submissions

Fiona's new position at Patsy's was equal parts exhilarating and exhausting, but you supported her through it.

You came to the restaurant in the evening, just after dinner rush so your presence wasn't too much of an issue. Some staff told you Fiona was in the office, so that's where you went.

"Hey babe." You called, leaning against the doorframe of the office.

Fiona turned around, smiling as soon as she saw you. She beckoned you with her index finger, her eyes scanning the little dress you had on.

"Hey, hot stuff. New dress?" She muttered with a smile stuff on her lips. She gave you a gentle kiss, trapping your body between hers and the desk.

You giggled a little and nodded. You noticed she seemed to be in a relatively good mood - maybe tonight went okay, since she didn't seem to be relatively stressed.

"So... do you have much more to do tonight, or might I be able to whisk you away to a movie?" You asked with a hopeful smile.

Fiona glanced at her desk, then let out a little hum. "I just gotta put some of this paperwork away, then we can fuck off. Sound good?"

You nodded excitedly, which caused Fiona to laugh, and she gave you another quick kiss.

"Alright. Go wait in the dining room for me, one of the girls will get you a drink. I should be out in like 5-10 minutes."

She gave your ass a quick pat before you skipped out to the dining room, getting a sweet tea as you waited at the counter for your girlfriend. Admittedly, the movie was just your plan to get her out of the restaurant, but you had a surprise for her later when you got back home... some new lingerie that waited to be seen, beneath your new dress.

[skxllz]

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“ fi- ” you sighed for the umpteenth time within the last ten minutes, trying your best not to frustratingly spazz on your girlfriend while she looped and pulled at the fabric around your neck. the two of you were attending a dinner from this recent job she had gotten —it paid well, was fairly easy and was a keeper— and she wanted you to look ‘ superb’, her words, but it wasn't helping that she had no fucking clue what she was doing.

fiona's tied bowties in the past for her brother's during school events, but those were easy. she's never had guidance for a regular necktie — all the guys she's dated in the past were all shitty and never wore suits, and it's not like she had a good father figure around to teach her shit incase of emergencies. so, you couldn't exactly blame her, but she wouldn't even let you budge so you could help. it was irritating.

“ I almost- ” she's sticking her tongue out and squinting, trying to focus as her fingers worked. “ got it- ” and she's looping it the wrong way again.

finally, taking ahold of her hands, you slowly pull them away from the sleek blue cloth. she's looking at you with parted lip, face surprised since you never denied her anything — but now, for once, you were permitting her from helping. “ fiona, ” you softly yet sternly spoke, as to show that you weren't mad. “ I got it, alright? just watch, baby. ”

“ but- ”

you gave her a knowing look and she pressed her lips together, reluctantly sighing. shoulders dropping. “ okay.. ”

after fiona dropped her hands to her sides with a pout, you leaned forward to place a soft peck to her cheek. “ just watch. it'll help you out later on. ”

a brief lesson began, then. you demonstrated by repositioning the necktie; crossing over each side, then bringing the fatter end in a loop around the skinnier end. slowly up through the connected side, so she could see, and over through the loose juncture - only to pull it tight, and loosen it from your neck just a bit.

your brows raised to her watchful eyes, “ did you get that? ”

fiona tilted her head, eyeing you for a moment. the cogs in her head were turning, going through each image in her head to make sure she memorized what you had did, before she nodded. “ yeah- yeah, I got it. ”

that's when you untied the cloth from your neck and grinned at her, gesturing the female forward, “ show me then. ”

her eyes briefly lit up. it was adorable to see her so excited to do something just for you - made your chest warm and heartbeat pick up.

you were lucky to have her.

she stepped closer and wrapped her digits over the cloth. pulling one side over the other, fiona followed the steps you previously displayed; her movements nimble, slow. she didn't want to mess up again.

and her progress had showed, as soon as she slowly slid the knot up your neck to gently tighten it - enough to where it wouldn't come undone.

this caused you to smile down at her, “ ya’ did great, fi. ”

the praise went a long way with fiona. she sheepishly grinned and ducked her head to prevent you from seeing how red get cheeks got from that compliment alone - but you saw anyway, chuckling under your breath.

slipping a finger under her chin, only to pick her head up. her brown, doe eyes were sparkling like crazy; glassy from feeling proud of herself. it was a simple task, but just the fact that you took the time to show her meant so much.

you leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips, humming. “ I love you, gorgeous - now come on. we're gonna’ be late. ”

[gallaghersgal]

okokok last thing i'll send for sleepover i just wanted another one w fiona<3

"wear a jacket, it's cold out." fiona's too motherly to everybody around her she does it to you too

-🐁

you're late to work, trying to run out the door while all the younger gallaghers are getting ready for school. you thunder down the stairs after almost beating carl's ass for taking too long in the bathroom. spending so much time around the gallaghers, you weren't afraid to put an eleven year old in his place.

you find your sneakers in the mess of shoes on the staircase, step carefully over frank's sleeping form, and dash into the kitchen. "fi, i gotta go," you say quickly, grabbing your purse from the counter and pressing a quick kiss to fiona's cheek. "i'll get debs and carl from school today, love you."

you turn to dash off but fiona catches your wrist. "hey, wait a sec, jesus. i made you lunch."

you step back into the kitchen, rocking on your heels as she pulls a brown paper bag out of the fridge. "thank you," you murmur as she steps into your space.

"love you," she says as her lips land a quick kiss to yours, pressing the bag into your hands before letting you go. "and wear a jacket, its cold out!" she calls after you.

you're already halfway out the door, but you turn around to snatch a coat from the rack by the door, flashing her a smile in return.

end.

[svltzmans]

closer - f.g.

warnings: 18+ smut, weed smoking, fiona and reader are both high but everything is 100000% consensual, they are also not in an established relationship, but they might be after this 🫢, i can't tell if this is bad or not :(

y/n stares intently as fiona lights a blunt, inhaling sharply and turning away to blow out the resulting smoke.

"want some?" fiona gestures to y/n, clearing her throat.

"i've never tried it. i kinda want to though," y/n responds tentatively, trying to gauge fiona's reaction.

y/n and fiona had been pretty close friends for a while, but y/n had never cared to try smoking, despite fiona's own interest in it.

"wait, this is your first time? am i about to take your weed virginity?" fiona laughs, inhaling more of the blunt.

"you'll have to teach me how, though," y/n laughs back, feeling clueless.

fiona inches closer to y/n, flicking her lighter.

she gingerly sets the blunt between y/n's lips, lighting it for her.

"now just take a deep breath in," fiona instructs, watching y/n's mouth closely.

y/n exhales and coughs, laughing at her own inexperience.

"there you go," fiona praises, sending a shiver down y/n's spine.

"so, what do we do now, truth or dare?" y/n jokes, feeling her body relax.

"yeah, that sounds mature," fiona teases.

"you go first. truth or dare?"

"truth, but this is dumb."

"have you ever had sex with a girl?"

fiona freezes momentarily. sexuality hadn't been a conversation between her and y/n before.

"uh, yeah," fiona mutters, eyes heavy as they analyze y/n's reaction.

"hmm. wouldn't have guessed," y/n laughs, feeling herself blush.

"what's that supposed to mean? have you?" fiona quips, laughing alongside y/n.

"of course i have, women are beautiful," y/n effortlessly responds, her nerves melting away.

"ain't that the truth."

fiona lights the blunt again, taking another sizeable hit.

"your turn. truth or dare, y/n?"

"truth."

"boring", fiona teases, earning a feigned look of disapproval from y/n.

when y/n makes eye contact with fiona, it feels like the world slows down. y/n isn't sure if it's the weed or her attraction to the woman in front of her.

"have you ever thought about having sex with me?"

fiona knows she's being bold, but she can't help herself. she wanted to know, the coil in her stomach growing at the thought of y/n seeing her in such a way.

y/n can't help but quietly laugh at the sudden twist in the conversation, but she knows she can't get out of answering the question.

"i don't know, maybe," y/n practically whispers, knowing that she had just practically admitted to her less-than-platonic thoughts about her friend.

the pair both giggle at y/n's response, unable to contain themselves. somehow, the situation didn't feel awkward.

"have you actually?" fiona questions after she manages to stop her laughter.

y/n simply nods, suddenly feeling her nerves twisting in her chest.

"'cause i think about eating you out all the time."

for a while, y/n just stares at fiona. she's awestruck by her confession, yet turned on by the thought of it.

"you in there, y/n?" fiona waves in front of y/n's face, trying to bring her out of her haze.

"can i kiss you?"

fiona doesn't even take the time to respond before pulling y/n in for a kiss.

she pulls y/n into her lap, intoxicated by the way her body feels in her hands.

y/n wraps her arms around fiona's neck, pulling her even closer.

fiona pulls away, throwing her head back to move her hair aside.

she gives y/n a gentle push, encouraging her to lay on her back.

"i'm gonna show you what i was thinking about. that okay?"

y/n frantically nods, anticipation building in every inch of her body.

fiona pulls y/n's pants down, discarding them across the room.

she can't help but stare at y/n's entire lower half, admiring how effortlessly beautiful she looked.

she rests on her stomach on the end of the bed, hovering over y/n's legs.

"you still okay?"

"never been better," y/n reassures, giving fiona the green light.

fiona plants a tentative kiss on y/n's thigh, earning a content hum.

she continues to pepper y/n's legs in kisses, making her way higher as she goes.

y/n felt like she must be in heaven.

admittedly, she had thought about this a lot.

"stop teasing me, fi," she mutters, feeling more desperate with every touch from fiona.

without a word, fiona kisses y/n's clit before moving her tongue, instantly making y/n's back arch.

"even sweeter than i thought you'd be," fiona coos, resting her hands on y/n's hips.

the speed of fiona's tongue makes y/n dizzy, a mix of the pleasure and her ongoing high bringing her to cloud nine.

she instinctively brings her hand to her mouth to keep quiet, which only gets harder with fiona's relentlessness.

fiona pulls away, staring into y/n's eyes.

"none of that. wanna hear how good this feels," she mutters against y/n before continuing as if she had never stopped.

y/n lets herself go then, letting moans and whines escape from her lips.

"so good, fi. feels so good," she manages to say, her hand laced in fiona's hair.

fiona feels like she might be enjoying herself even more than y/n is. she squeezes y/n's hips and pulls her even closer, although it doesn't feel close enough. fiona feels like she could never be too close to y/n, as if she was addicted to her.

"fiona, i'm- i think," y/n pauses, her speech being overtaken by an almost scream-like moan.

"there you go, pretty. let it all out," fiona coos, coaxing y/n through the intensity of her orgasm.

it takes y/n a minute to readjust, her breathing and heart finally slowing.

fiona pulls her into a hug, suddenly feeling softened by y/n's beauty.

"so, was it like you imagined?" y/n questions, unable to stop herself from giggling.

fiona laughs, breaking the embrace and looking at y/n.

"somehow even better."

a/n: this was a request but i can't find the ask now? either way thank you for the request :)

[isabelldrabbles]

Fiona Gallagher x Reader

Imagine: You surprise Fiona...

warnings: smoking

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“Good morning Gallaghers! Rise and shine, everybody!” You storm through the door and shout through the whole house, plastic bags with orange juice, bagels and donuts in your hands. Carl and Debbie are the first to greet you and take your bags. They put the takeaway on the table and start tearing them open, chowing the food down. 

You mess up Carl's hair and laugh as he throws a bagel at you. "Carl, Fiona told you not to throw food!" Debbie rolls her eyes at her immature brother and sighs. "Exactly Carl, get a grip." You laugh at the middle finger Carl gives you in return. 

"Hey, didn't know you were coming so early. And that you brought food-" Ian pats you on the shoulder and gets a coffee. "You know, I had to come early if I wanted to see my favourite Gallagher before her shift." You get a collective eww! from all the present Gallaghers and sit down at the table. 

Lip, who has just come from upstairs, throws his valuables into his backpack and tells his siblings to eat faster. "You're lucky Fiona didn't hear that, (Y/N)." You hold your hands up innocently. 

"Didn't hear what?" Fiona suddenly appears from the back of the house, Liam in her arms, looking around the room in confusion. "Oops, gotta go." The Gallagher siblings all immediately disappear from the room and make their way to school. Fiona puts Liam in the highchair and stands in front of you, hand on her hip and eyebrows raised. 

You chuckle. "I'm glad to see you too."

"Didn't hear what?!" repeats Fiona, going into the kitchen to take care of the breakfast leftovers. You get up and stand beside her in the kitchen to help her. "I just told them I stopped by early so we could spend some more time together. That's all." Fiona releases a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She leans back against the wall and you stand in front of her and you hold her by her arms. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. Just had a restless night, Liam and Frank...." She sighs, and you take her face in your hands and caress her cheeks with your thumbs. 

"Thanks for breakfast, they're always extra happy when you come over. I am, too." She kisses you briefly before you let go of her and grab something from your bag. "I got you something too, catch! Favorite cigarettes for my favorite girl." You toss her Marlboros and she grins as she catches the pack. "Shall we smoke one?"

"Easy, easy, Fi. The best is yet to come." The oldest Gallagher looks at you dumbfounded and can't believe it as you pull a cheque out of your wallet. "I've been promoted. The next purchase is on me."

Fiona jumps at you and you catch her, her legs wrapping around your waist and arms around your neck. In an instant, she showers your body with kisses. And before you can say anything, she pulls you up the stairs. After you smoke a cigarette from her pack, the cigarette butt is not the only thing that flies around.....

[bumblesimagines]

this wasn't supposed to happen.

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

we should do that again sometime.

Fiona Gallagher

we should do that again sometime.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

i did a number on your back. sorry about that.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

As consciousness seeped into his body and his senses slowly awakened, he was hit with a few realizations that quickened the process of waking up. He couldn't hear Génesis babbling away in her crib nor the loud strays he often fed mewling for food outside. The springs in the mattress beneath him dug slightly into his skin and the smell of cheap booze and perfume lingering in the air invaded his nostrils. The mattress abruptly dipped slightly and strands of hair tickled his shoulder, startling the exhaustion fully out of his system.

The room around him was unfamiliar. The walls were covered in chipping paint, there were enough clothes on the floor to give to twenty people, random bottles of water and beer were sat about in different places, and there were odd stains on the barely visible rug. The chaos and mess of the room made his skin itch. (Y/N) exhaled quietly and tilted his head to look at the owner of the bedroom. Shit.

"I can't wait for ya'll to meet them. I swear, they are the kindest people in this whole city." (Y/N) hummed, absentmindedly listening to his cousin's girlfriend go on and on about their neighbors, the Gallagher family, as he raked his fingers through his eldest daughter's hair and detangled the small knots that had formed. Veronica held his other daughter at her hip, cooing and clicking her tongue to keep the toddler entertained whilst they made their way over to the tall house right next door. 

"V's right, (Y/N). You'll love 'em. Debs and Talia are gonna get along great." Kevin piped in and scrunched up his face at Génesis, a wide smile breaking out on his face when she burst into giggles and gleefully clapped her tiny hands together. Talia clutched her dolls close to her chest and tentatively peered up at the house when they entered through the front yard. 

"I bet Carl's going to be tripping over himself when he sees Talia." Veronica giggled and gently pinched one of Talia's reddened cheeks, listening to her boyfriend pound loudly on the front door until it swung open and a teen's freckled face greeted them. He looked between them all curiously and a fond smile appeared on his lips when he noticed the bundled-up toddler in Veronica's hands. 

"Hi, I'm Ian." He introduced himself a bit meekly and stuck out a lanky arm to shake (Y/N)'s hand before stepping back and allowing them to enter the house. The house seemed bigger with an archway connecting the living room to the kitchen and dining room. There were two staircases on opposite sides of the house leading up to the second story, nearly each step covered in toys and beer cans alike. It looked like a tornado had rampaged throughout the rooms but (Y/N) tried to contain his judgment and put on a smile for the family. Veronica had mentioned there was only a twenty-one-year-old managing all five of her younger siblings with their drunk father occasionally crashing on the couch. 

"Oh, a baby!" A little girl not much older than Talia squealed and sprang up from the couch, nearly trampling her brother in the process of reaching them and earning a swift glare. She jumped up onto her toes and smiled widely as she delicately ran her finger over the back of Génesis's hand, cooing softly and introducing herself. "Hi, baby. I'm Debbie." 

"Guys, I'd like you to meet (Y/N) and his daughters, Génesis and Talia. They're going to be stayin' with us next door for a little while so make them feel at home, alright?" Veronica called into the living room, barely drawing the other teenager and his little brother's attention away from the action movie playing on the television. She scoffed quietly and muttered under her breath before flashing the woman heading down the stairs a smile. The pretty brunette returned it and gasped softly at the sight of Génesis in her arms. 

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" She cooed warmly and chuckled sweetly at Debbie's fascination with the baby, one hand rising to comb back the hairs sticking out from Debbie's ponytail. He assumed she was Fiona Gallagher, the eldest daughter taking care of all the kids. Fiona was tall and slim, almost lanky like her brother but held a more at-ease air to herself than he did. The bags under her eyes were subtle, just barely noticeable, and her hair had been tied up into a messy ponytail that barely restrained the wavy locks. She looked up from Génesis and met his eyes. Her brows slightly lifted and her lips parted and closed, a hint of red spreading across her cheeks. 

"Nice to meet you, Fiona."

He'd promised himself before leaving Kentucky he'd stay in his lane, that he wouldn't involve himself with anyone again for a while. Talia's mother had been one thing, someone he couldn't bring himself to be resentful despite her refusal to be in their daughter's life. They'd been two naive fourteen-year-olds messing around who faced the consequences of not being more careful. Becoming involved with Génesis's mother, however, had been his fault. The lengthy criminal record and history of short relationships should've been big enough red flags to abort ship before they could be tied together permanently, but he'd ignored them and her own recklessness led to her incarceration. Two failed relationships, two motherless daughters. With his shit luck, he could only hope Fiona was on some sort of birth control.

"Fucking hell." He sighed heavily and rubbed his palm over his face, making vain attempts at ignoring the subtle throbbing in his temple. (Y/N) pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge, picking his briefs up from the floor and slipping them on. Fiona groaned quietly behind him and he peered over his shoulder at her as she rubbed her eyes and stretched out across the small bed, the mattress beneath her creaking with each movement. 

"Jesus, I did a number on your back. Sorry about that." She chuckled and tucked some of her frizzy hair behind her ear a bit sheepishly. Fiona sat up and leaned back against the wall, one arm reaching out to rummage through the nightstand until she found a cigarette pack and pulled one out. Dangling one between her fingers in his direction, she said, "We should do that again sometime."

"No, Fiona, this wasn't supposed to happen. I- I have too much on my plate right now to deal with... whatever you want this to become. I don't need the girls getting confused either. I appreciate the warm welcome into the neighborhood but... for your sake and mine, we should just stay as neighbors."

[minawritesfanfic]

Fiona Gallagher x Reader

It was nice seeing you too Fiona

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You see Fiona seven years after a very intense break up, but you’ve moved on and she clearly hasn’t

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That was it, I’d absolutely fucking had it.

Fiona had gone out drinking with her friends again and only came back way past dawn, but had the nerve to be mad at me and accuse me of cheating. It blows my mind how someone can be so loving and beautiful one moment yet so spiteful the next.

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I woke up to the feeling of kisses being placed on my neck and a hand sliding under my shirt to grab my breast, at first, I leaned into letting out a breathy moan but as I fully woke and found my senses I pulled away. I turned over to Fiona and the sun poured in from the window, it had to be past 7 am and from the fact she was still in her makeup and clothes from last night, she had only just gotten back. I also couldn’t help but flinch at the heavy smell of booze on her, she looked at me confused and went in for another kiss trying to make out with me but I pulled away again.

“Fiona, did you really only just get back home now? It’s like 7 in the morning, and you’re still drunk.” I said sitting up in bed Fiona just rolled her eyes and groaned.

“I know, I’m sorry for coming back so late.. and drunk. But I’m here now and I missed you…” She said in a low and quiet voice as she sat up as well placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“Are you sorry? This is the third time this week, and it’s only Tuesday!”

“Well now I’m not sorry, I can’t have even a little fun without you getting on my back about it. You’re the reason I even go out drinking so much, you won’t ever sleep with me. So I have to get my frustrations out some other way, and drinking does the trick.” She rambled on as she flopped back into the bed covering her eyes with her arm, I just scoffed getting out of bed.

“I stopped wanting to sleep with you because you always come home drunk like this.” I pulled on some proper pants and opened the door to leave the room before Fiona retorted.

“You sure it’s not because you’re just sleeping with someone else.”

We both paused as we processed what she just said, I walked out shutting the flimsy door behind me. I tried to use the bathroom to get a moment to myself but of course, it was preoccupied so I went downstairs to the one in the kitchen, but by then Fiona had managed to tumble out of bed to follow me. Our argument continued from behind the bathroom door, into and out the kitchen, in the living room, and up the stairs.

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I snapped back to reality hearing Fiona bang on the door again. I wiped the tears streaming from my eyes and continued tossing all my clothes into a bag haphazardly. I could hear Fiona whining for me to open the door as kept banging on the door, but I just ignored her though it was hard to with how persistent she was. She just rambling on and on attempting to apologize, I could practically hear the tears streaming down her face. Thankfully I had the self-respect and resolve that was strong enough to resist her crying. I had simply just had it and I was done with all her bullshit, if that was how she was going to act ever after I repeatedly told and showed her that she was what I wanted yet she refused to believe it so I’m not doing this anymore.

I took a deep breath as I slung my bag over my shoulder, I stood in front of the bedroom door ready to open it but paused. I could hear her softly crying on the other side of the door, I could feel my resolve wavering but I knew this was for the best. I unlocked and opened the door, my heart crumbling even more as I met Fiona’s bloodshot eyes. She smiled at me and reached out to hug me but I stepped back.

“B-babe? Please don’t be mad I’m sorry, I-I just… You know how I get, I didn’t mean to say those things. you know that right?” She pulled her arms back and hugged herself as she looked at me with pleading eyes but I scrunched my face as I could still smell the booze practically seeping from her skin.

“You never mean any of it, Fiona... Yet it keeps happening, everyone gets insecure but that doesn’t mean you just keep taking it out on me. You can’t just keep coming home drunk and making it seem like it’s my fault.”

“I’m not insecure, I just get a little worked up sometimes and I’m sorry. You know I love you and that I don’t want to lose you. I’ll stop drinking I swear just don’t leave me.” She approached again this time and I let her, she cupped my cheeks in her hands as she pressed our foreheads together.

“I’m sorry but you’ve already lost me, it’s not sometimes anymore Fiona. It’s all the time and you won’t even admit it, you won’t admit anything. It’s either you’re insecure and a drunk or you’re just way too drunk that you can’t even control what you’re saying. Both options are fucking terrible.” I pulled away from her touch and pushed past her and out of the room.

I made eye contact with Debbie as I walked past her room and down the stairs, I could see the sadness on her face and I knew she could see mine. Neither of us said anything and she just retreated into her room as she heard Fiona coming down the hall after me.

“Okay okay maybe I am insecure and probably an alcoholic too, I’ve been through a lot okay? Can you blame me for being like this, just look please don’t go, babe. We can work this out, I know we can.” She pleaded again grabbing me by my arm as I went around her and down the stairs.

“It’s too late for that, you’ve had months to come and work this out with me. I’m tired Fiona, tired of the mind games, you coming back drunk, the arguing, the making up just to do it all again. I’m really done this time, this is goodbye.” I said pulling away more roughly this time and heading out the front door.

“If-If you leave you can’t come back, you’re not allowed to just walk in and out of my life like this.” I turned around to face her again with a sour and pained expression.

“Fine! You’ll never see me again, okay? Fuck you, Fiona!” I flipped her the bird and got into my car driving off pissed and more sad than anything.

Once I was far enough away I pulled over and sobbed into the palms of my hands, I never wanted this to happen but I couldn’t take it. I cried and scream feeling angry, sad, and like a fucking idiot all at once. I leaned away from my steering wheel and looked out the window, I needed a fresh start and this was probably the best time for it.

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By the end of that month, I moved out of my shitty apartment on the other side of town and quit my job, I found a new one in a career doing something I actually enjoyed. It’s been roughly seven years since and I feel happier than ever dating a new girl that I might be in love with.

Today I was back in the city helping my friend move into her new place, she’d just gotten out of jail and started working at a diner. So finally after crashing with me, she was able to get her own place, after getting everything in the apartment she still needed help with her laundry. I didn’t particularly mind though, I truthfully missed hanging out and doing small stuff like this together.

“Oh and there’s this cute guy that comes into the place where I work, do you think I should ask him out? Like after I’m done setting in and shit.” She asked as she pushed open the laundromat door with her back as she carried her basket.

“Depends on how cute, but I think you should once you’re done settling in. Just take it slow alright?” I said with a weary smile but gave a supportive pat on her back as I wheeled in the other basket of laundry.

Our conversation was cut short as we were welcomed inside by two different voices. A sweet old lady sat off to the side, and a familiar brunette walked out from the back of the laundromat. Our eyes met and we both just froze, afraid that if we moved we’d wake up from whatever shitty dream this was. My friend nudged me as she gestured towards the washers, I snapped out of it flashed Fiona a smile, and started doing laundry.

Once both cycles were started she invited me over to eat a quick lunch at Pasty’s but I told her I’d be over in a bit so just order without me. As she left I approached Fiona, she looked good and I was happy to see she was doing better in the years we spent apart.

“Hey, I-“

“It’s been-“

“Oh no, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“No no, it’s fine what were you saying?” There was an awkward pause as we both tried to talk at the same time, after a moment we just laughed.

“So, you own a laundromat now? That’s uhm new.” I said looking around the place as I dug my hands into my pockets.

“Oh uh yeah, it just kind of happened. It’s better me owning than some shitty corporation tearing it down to make another stupid coffee shop.” I laughed nodding my head in agreement.

“Yeahh, it was kind of absurd how many there were. The neighborhoods are just so different now, I could barely recognize half of it.”

“Yeah, if that’s disorienting wait till you see the actual neighbors. Dabinks on 179th are gone, at least not before the youngest finished high school though. I couldn’t believe all those rugrats had grown up already, they were literally just a bunch of babies running wild in our daycare a minute ago.” Fiona said as she talked with her arms crossed as she looked out the windows at the people on the street.

“No way, I can’t believe that! She was so small and now she’s finished school, I hope she gets into college. She was such a hard worker, but wow I guess that's what seven years does for you.”

“Seven years huh, I can’t believe it’s been that long. You-you look great, and you’re girlfriend seems sweet too.” I smiled cringing slightly at the statement.

“She’s not my girlfriend, just a friend of mine I’m helping settle into her new place. She’s had a rough couple of years.” I said moving to stand beside Fiona as I looked across the street at Alissa who sat in a booth seat by the window waiting on me.

“Oh, okay sorry for mixing that up. You guys just seemed really close, but sorry to hear she’s had it so rough.”

“Yeah, me too but she’s doing good now at least. But speaking of her, I should probably get back to her, can’t have her eating all the pies without me.”

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to keep you, uhm it was nice seeing you. I hope I can see you again sometime..?” I just gave her a small smile as I shrugged.

“It was nice seeing you too Fiona.”

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[localspiderboy]

Hello could you possibly do a fiona gallagher x ftm reader who is debby’s friend/tutor that usually gives her free home made food is she gives him something in return(ice-cream) and he is on testosterone and had top and bottom surgery

You Give You Recieve | Fiona Gallagher x FTM!Reader

summary: You and Fiona grow closer as she thanks you for looking out for her sister.

genre: fluff

word count: 458

DNI WOMEN/FEM ALLIGNED I have gn content that I have no problem with you interacting with :)

a/n: Love this! Thanks for sending it in, sorry for the wait. I kept it kinda short my brain is on a writer's strike lol. Sorry if she's ooc it's been a little bit since I watched the show. I feel so icky I've never written under 500 words lol but I'm getting back into the swing of things. Might expand on this! It's not really mentioned that reader is ftm but if I do another part I will talk about it more.

“Thanks again for helping me out y/n, and for the dinner.” 

You smiled as you walked Debbie to her door, she had been coming to you for after-school tutoring sessions for the last month. It’s been a really big help for her you’re able to explain things in a way that makes it much easier to understand. 

“No problem Deb, I made extra for Carl and Liam too, make sure to give it to them.” Just as she was turning to open the door her sister Fiona stepped out, on her way to take out the trash. 

“Hey Fi!” Debbie greeted her sister quickly before she rushed inside, she must be eager to try what you made for her this time. Fiona and you both chuckle at her antics. 

“Let me get that for you.” You offered and take one of the trash bags from her hands.

“Oh, you don't have-”

“Fiona.” You cut her off and gave her a look that she knew meant you weren’t taking no for an answer. 

Fiona sent you a grateful smile and simply nodded her head. Together you both walked to the curb to set the trash out. 

“Thank you again Y/n.” 

You shrugged as you set the trash bag down. “Eh, no problem these looked heavy so-”

“Not for the trash.” She laughed.  “For tutoring Deb and always sending her home with dinner.” 

“Oh well yeah, I love Deb she’s a smart kid and I always seem to make too much so it’s no problem.”  

You smiled at her and took the time to really get a look at Fiona’s appearance. She looked tired, she’s always tired. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was in a disheveled ponytail. She must have just gotten off work. Still. She looked beautiful.  You know she’s been picking up extra shifts lately. If you could do something to lessen her load you’d gladly do so in a heartbeat, hence the homemade meals you’ve been purposely making extra of. 

Fiona and you had been friends in high school and have only recently gotten back in touch but it really feels like nothing has changed. Despite her not really being able to recognize you when you reconnected although you can't fault her for that.

“I wanna make it up to you, you know for taking care of Deb and everything.”

“Fiona you don’t have to.” 

She had given you the same look you’d given her just moments before and it made you laugh, reluctantly you nodded accepting her offer. 

“The place I’m working at has really good ice cream. My treat?” It was less of a question and more of a demand. 

 “How could I possibly say no to that?” 

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