#shameless x Ball!Reader

[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."

[marksbear]

Hello, I saw your post about Kev and I was wondering if you would be willing to write something with him and an even bigger, like 6’8, stoic male reader? Kev is a big golden retriever but I am an even bigger black cat. Your writing never fails to amaze me so i’m sure you’ll do it justice.

I’m always willing to write something like this for him! And sorry that I haven’t been posting much this week! I’m currently far from home 😭

KEVIN BALL X STOIC TALLER MALE READER

-He doesn’t know if he hates it or loves it. Since he’s always been tallest guy in the neighborhood, but now he doesn’t know how to feel about it.

-Likes to make those dumb cheesy “How’s the weather up there?” Jokes even though he’s tall himself.

-Kev and V thinking about adding you into their relationship.

-Your kinda their poly awakening.

-Rants to people at the bar about you and your height.

-He’s so loud and such a people person, but your so quiet and reserved.

-He tends to ramble and rant about anything on his mind or what’s been going on around the neighborhood, while you just listen.

-You two are such a unlikely duo. Literally everyone and anyone is surprised that you two even hang out let alone friends.

-He’s such a overthinker and worrier, but you can go through hell and back and you’ll still show no real emotion and he envy’s that.

-“Do you think I’m hot?” Kev says randomly. “Yep Kev… Sooo hot.” You answer not even thinking twice.

-You, Kev and V are literally the trio in the whole neighborhood.

-Borrows your shirts and pants all the time. For once somebody’s clothes aren’t tight on him so he jumps at the opportunity to wear someone’s clothes.

-He’s so embarrassed to ask you for help to reach something that’s up high.

-You two making people look so tiny.

-Likes to lay his head on your shoulder in public.

-You two can never get loss from each other in crowed places.

-Giving V a run for her money. You and Kev are with each other almost all the time so a lot of people mistakenly think you two are dating.

-Helping him kick out frank out the bar.

-Bumping y’all’s head in a doorframe in the same time way too many times.

-You scare him because your just so quiet and distant so you scare the hell out of him every time he turns around goes inside a different room that your in.

-Telling him things that he missed out on because he wasn’t paying any attention.

-Loves to say he loves you romantically or platonically.

THE END

[theitgirlnetwork]

Better Index

The story that Lip Gallagher deserves.

Charlotte Fisher Aesthetic

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Ch. 3

Ch. 4

Ch. 5

Ch. 6

Ch. 7

Ch. 8

Ch. 9

Ch. 10

Ch. 11

Ch. 12

Ch. 13

Ch. 14

Ch. 15

[lovergirly]

I read the lip fic with opposites reader can you write a oneshot on when they first met or when she first met his family?

Hiii!! another one shot of rich reader x Lip gallagher! hope you enjoy 😘

"Ian... I'm nervous I don't think they'll like me."

"will you relax.  Of course they will!"

You and your best friend Ian were about to go meet the entirety of the Gallagher family.  You were beyond nervous.  the only reason you knew Ian was because you had a crush on him and you asked him out.  He obviously said no which upset you at first until he explained he was gay.  after that, you two were inseparable. 

Pulling up to the Gallagher house, you felt nervous butterflies enter your stomach.  what if they hated you? what if they were mean?  what if-

"ready?" ian pulled you out of your thoughts as you got out of your BMW. 

"you might want to lock the car." he chuckles. 

As you walk closer to the door, you can hear more and more commotion coming from the inside of the house.  Instead of knocking, he barges right in and allows you a few seconds to really take in the scene.  Two kids, boy and girl, arguing over a computer, a baby crawling around, and a girl probably in her twenties scrambling around the kitchen.  Finally, you see a boy probably your age smoking a blunt on the couch while watching "to catch a predator". 

He was a sight.  He was hot.  you've seen him around school before, but you don't know his name.  He's known for doing kids homework if you pay him well enough. 

"well well well, look what ian brought here." he gives you a smirk and a once over before adding, "ian found himself some rich girl to smooch off of."

instead of letting ian talk, you immediately say, "sounds like someone's just jealous that you need to do loser's homework to get money."

he looks shocked for a second before adding, "big mouth too.  You smoke?"

"no of course not.  it's terrible for your lungs and I do cheer."

"oh she does cheer?!  her little lungs can't handle it." he mocks a sad face before you add

"at least I'll be alive when my grandkids are born."

he chuckles before taking a drag and going back to his show. ian takes this as invitation to take your hand and lead you to the kitchen.  Where it appears people multiplied as there is now another girl and a guy, you're inferring are a couple. 

"hey guys,  this is y/n.  I invited her over for dinner I hope that's okay." he looks at fiona as the commotion stops for a second.

"Yeah that's fine.  I'm fiona." she gives you a slight wave as she continues scurrying around.

the little girl is the first to run up to you.

"I'm debbie!  you're like soooooo pretty!! are you and Ian dating?" she was so cute. 

"umm no we're just friends"

"then who is your boyfriend?"

"alright shut up debbie!  I'm carl, but you can call me yours."

"yeah i think you're just a little too young for me."

"give it time sweetthing, give it time."

You found yourself getting along really well with the Gallagher family, plus Kev and V you learned.  During dinner, you and the Lip kid kept staring at each other.  You thought he was giving you dirty looks. Maybe it wasn’t going well. You, Fiona, and V end up in a deep conversation about boys, when V mentions, "i saw how you were looking at Lip, it's around 9 right now so if you want to go outside he'll be there smoking a cigarette." Fiona slaps her arm while V defends, "what?! I know sexual tension when i see it!"

"thank you V, but i don't think it's anything like that." you say while standing up to go outside.

"then why is your ass getting closer to the door?" she laughs.

"you know those things will kill you, it's not just a myth."

"that's okay. I’m experimenting to see if i’m the expectation.”

“is that your car?” you point to a beat up car sitting in their yard.

“yeah and no. It doesn’t drive, but i do bring girls here everyone once in a while. wanna hop inside?”

“if you’re insinuating what i think you are-“

“i’m not trust me.”

“whatever Gallagher.”

you two made your way inside the crammed car and it did definitely smell like weed and sex. He wasn’t kidding…

“so… you and ian?” he seriously didn’t know yet?

“umm no just friends. i’ve truthfully never had a boyfriend.”

“a girl like you never having a boyfriend? let me guess… too rich for all the south side boys? or maybe just too hot for all the losers at our school.” that comment made you blush, you were just praying he didn’t catch on.

“you know i’m not some stuck up rich girl right?”

“oh really? Let’s see, your whole family could buy mine. are you sure you’re not that rich?”

“ok fine but i’m not stuck up.”

“you are a little…” he adds wirh a small laugh

“oh yeah? give me that cigarette” you demand. he hands it over and watches curiously as you put it to your lips and suck. immediately, you start coughing which causes him to laugh, “oh god you weren’t kidding that you’ve never had one.”

“you thought i was lying?”

“maybe. thought you might have some secret life behind all the cheer and money.”

“well I do. I’m not like my family i promise.”

“well if you’re not like your family, how about you stay the night and we can just hang out.”

“you better not be insinuating anything again or i swear i’ll-“

“i’m not, you can sleep in ian’s bed, or even mine and i’ll sleep on the couch.”

“thank you Lip. I’d love to.”

little did you know that was the beginning spark of a beautiful relationship

i hope you enjoyeddd!! what else should Lip and y/n get into?? maybe some drama?

[whowantslovergirl]

Kevin Ball x daughter reader ?

An: YESYESYESYES btw this is not a biological daughter so you can be yourself 💖💖😍😍💋💖😍🤓💖🤧 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

The Balls

Kevin ball x daughter! reader (THIS IS PLATONIC WE DONT DO THAT INCEST SHIT HERE but reader is female with she/her pronouns 🤭)

warnings: just cursing and suggestive cause its kev and reader is in a secret relationship with lip (just wanted to add that in) and that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 miscellaneous masterlist

Summary: Cute moments with Kev and his daughter

posted: June 18,2023

first time you snuck out for a party:

You were walking downstairs to see your dad and your stepmom V dancing and making out in the kitchen. You make fake gagging noises. They turn around to see you.

“Blah! You guys are disgusting.” You say while laughing and getting something to eat out of the fridge.

“Ohhh but Y/N you are going experience this ‘disgustingness’ sooner or later.” Your dad said while going next to you to steal your bread. “Hey give me my bread back!” V laughs while seeing this cute little moment between you two. While you guys are chasing each other your phone buzzed.

V heard this. “Ooo who’s texting us?” She said with a smile. You check your phone. “Oh it’s just my friend Maddie-.”

“Ughh is that the weird one with all the piercings?” Kev asked while being disgusted.

“No that’s Mandy babe.” V answered for you.

“Hey back to my text. Anyway it’s just her asking to go to a party together but don’t worry I’m not going.”

“Hey what! Why aren’t you going?” Kev asked. You just shrugged. “I don’t like parties. I sneak out every time you guys have one in the bar.”

“With who?”

“Li- Liza…” It was Lip but they don’t have to know that. They both narrowed their eyes at you but didn’t say anything. “I’m going to the Gallaghers for a little bit.” They both nodded and you walked to your neighbors.

_____

You were in Lip’s room just talking and giggling with each other. “You know if my parents ask you anything about me sneaking out of the bar that one night, I snuck out with Liza ok?” He just nodded with a confused look on his face. “Do you wanna go to a party later tonight?” You nodded and realized that you already told your parents that you weren’t going.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing it’s just I told them that I wasn’t going.”

“Just sneak out.”

_____

As you were sneaking in after the party, you see your dad under a light.

“I thought you weren’t going to that party Y/N?”

fuck

“Ok before you get mad Liza convinced me and-.” You cut yourself off when your dad held up his hand. “I’m so proud of my little girl!” He got up and squeezed you in a hug. You are so confused. “You’re not mad?”

“No! Wait did you have sex of any kind?”

“No dad!”

“Then I’m not mad!”

when they find out you have a boyfriend:

You guys were sitting in the living room watching tv. And you get a text. You check to see who it is and it’s Lip saying and showing some dirty stuff. You giggle and put your phone face down. V saw this and nudged Kev.

“Why are smiling at your phone Y/N? Who’s texting us?” V asked with a smirk on her face.

“Nothing just Liza sent something funny.”

“Well can we see?” Kev asked.

“No it’s an inside joke.” You said while giggling.

They made a face at each other. You can hear them whispering and your dad gets up to the kitchen. “Y/N can you help me in the kitchen?! I need help!”

As you were getting up V got your phone, put in your password and saw ‘L ❤️’

“This picture definitely is not from a girl.” She whispered to herself.

You turn around since it was way too quiet and you see V on your phone. “Hey!” You run over and snatch your phone. “You have a boyfriend!”

“Oh my god my babygirl has a boyfriend!” Kev said while cheering.

Then you got bombarded with questions.

“Do we know him?”

“No he’s from the north side.”

Then the questions got worse.

“Oh my god you have a rich boyfriend!”

“Does he buy you stuff?”

Why did he have to send that?

when they find out the boyfriend is Lip:

Since your parents were out at the bar. You guys were in your room, making out and smiling at each other. “So they know you have a boyfriend now. What did you tell them?”

“Well I said that he’s from north side and my dad calls you you my rich hot daddy boyfriend.” He let out a little laugh. “And he’s right except for the rich part.” You laugh at the face he makes.

“Now let’s stop talking and keep making out with each other.” You lean in and he smiles into the kiss.

“What the fuck.”

You guys jumped off each other.

“Lip is the rich hot daddy boyfriend?!” Your dad yelled. He ran out to tell V.

“V come in Y/N’s room!”

She ran in and gasped. “Lip?!”

This is the worst.

An: HEYEYEYEYEYE guys ik y’all probably are like ‘this bitch said they were gonna be posting then haven’t posted’ SO IM SORRY im rewriting shocked and scared bc it was fucking terrible but until i post again my lovers 🤍 *hint: it’s a surprise* (i have no idea)

[cloudy-em]

Hi, that's me again😅

So... my other idea for Lip is: (again with relatively shy reader, because I love the thrope a lot) the reader and Lip are already in a relationship, one day someone teases her a little too much on the sexual theme (they haven't had sex yet so she's a bit insecure about it) he notices, he defends her, and once they're alone he starts to joke around, teases her in a sweet way, to make her feel more comfortable to talk about it. (She is not a virgin, she's just not that experienced)

Hope you like this one, if not. It's okay, I promise😂

another great idea! <3

personally i don't celebrate thanksgiving but i remember an episode from one of the earlier seasons of them doing a thanksgiving meal which is very convenient for this so it's loosely based on that

warnings: sexual comments, innuendos, Mickey's kinda being an ass but his comments aren't ill-intended

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The Gallagher household was bustling with activity. Fiona and V were in the kitchen, finishing up some last minute food preparations while Kevin was entertaining Carl and some of his friends in the yard with games. Ian was fixing drinks for everyone, desperately trying to find Debbie to figure out what she wanted (she was in her room, Mandy braiding her hair for her so she could impress Little Hank). Lip was finishing up a project for some sophomore who'd offered to pay him $100, and Liam was sitting patiently in his high chair. Y/N did her best to help out by setting the table, ensuring there were enough chairs and that everyone had all the proper utensils.

Mickey walked in the front door, beer in hand and flopped down, watching as Y/N reached across to the other side of the table to put a fork next to the plate. Mickey whistled like a boy in a 60s tv show.

"Damn, I bet you're used to that position," he quipped, taking another swig or his beer. Y/N looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows.

Mickey shrugged. "You know, cause I'm sure Philip bends you over pretty often." Y/N realized his implications, blushing and looking away. Mickey laughed, much more comfortable on the subject of sex than she was. "I'm sure Fiona's had to schedule time out of the house with the rest of the kids just to give you two some 'alone time'!"

Y/N grew increasingly uncomfortable. She wasn't a virgin or a puritan, but she and Lip hadn't had sex yet. They hadn't had a conversation about it or anything, but she wanted to wait a while and Lip had never brought it up with her.

Mickey laughed, "Look, kid, don't have to hide anything, we've all walked in on Lip with one of his hookups before." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Besides, it's always the shy one's who are the kinkiest!"

Y/N looked away, trying not to pay him any more mind and focus on her task. Lip walked down the stairs having finished with the sophomore's project, and immediately noticed something was off. His girlfriend was shy, sure, but she never bowed her head as low as she had.

"Hey, Lip!" Mickey called, teasing. Lip looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. "Maybe you should go out back and have quickie with your girl, get 'er to stop bein' such a priss." Lip realized what was wrong, walking over to his blushing girlfriend and placing his arm around her waist.

"Fuck off," Lip sighed. "Y/N isn't a priss, she just doesn't think the whole world needs to know about her sex life like you and Ian seem to."

Mickey raised his arms in surrender, "'Kay, fuck, Gallagher, it was all teasing, no harm meant!" He got up from his seat and went to the kitchen, presumably to grab another beer.

"C'mon, baby," Lip said softly, squeezing Y/N's waist and guiding her up to his room. He sat with her on the edge of Ian's bed, holding her hand and rubbing his calloused thumb on the back of it.

"I'm sorry he was messin' with you, baby," he whispered. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Anything I can do for you?" He emphasized his apology by pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"No, just," she paused, thinking about how she wanted to phrase her next sentence. "Do you ever, I don't know, feel like I'm holding you back?"

Lip had a puzzled look on his face. "Whatd'ya mean, hon?"

"Well with like, you know," she sighed, pulling her hand away from Lip to hide her face. "We haven't had sex and I feel like that's my fault." She heard him chuckle quietly, her embarrassment seeping into her soul even more.

"Baby," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as she continued to hide her face. "It's nobody's fault. We haven't talked about it yet! That's the most important part of any relationship, and that's taken me a while to learn. I figured you'd bring it up when you were ready. I didn't want you to feel pressured."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and glazed over, on the verge of tears because of her embarrassment. "Really?" she asked.

"Really," he nodded like he had given an order to the universe.

"I thought that maybe you weren't attracted to me or that you thought I wasn't good enough," she whispered.

"Me? Not attracted to you? Aw babe!" he laughed, nose touching hers in a loving exchange. "A pretty thing like you deserves to be worshipped. When we have sex, I'm takin' my time with you."

She giggled at his compliment, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, what you don't believe me? I've wanted to sleep with pretty girl forever, I just wanted to make sure she's ready for me," he smiled at her. The more he complimented her, easing in sex references, the more comfortable she felt on the subject. He had waited for her! He didn't think she was a prude or anything, he just had respect for her; he cared for her. She felt warmth in her chest as she processed the conversation. Lip kissed her nose briefly, helping her stand up from the bed.

"And try not to let Mickey get you down. He's just like that and assumes everyone else is comfortable talking about their sex life the way he does. I'll warn him to dial it down when he's around you, though," Lip told her, looking into her eyes to make sure she knew he was serious.

"Thanks, Lip. I love you," she told him, hugging him again.

"I love you, too, Y/N. Now, we'll talk more about us and our boundaries and moving forward later," he told her, trying to help her be more comfortable discussing sex with him. "But right now I think we've got a dinner to be at."

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thanks for reading! sorry about me projecting a lil bit in lip and reader's conversation lol, i just think it's really important to have these conversations with your partners and i think lip, despite being all tough and "not sappy" (but he totally is) really cares about discussing boundaries with his partner

have a great day!

[thegallaghrss]

Kev and v having a crush on the second oldest gallagher and its all cute bcs kev is adorable

He is just so shy like:

- you look really pretty...

- what?

- i said you look shitty... good night y/n

While v is like: smooth kev

OK I love this one!!

Reader would be sat at the bar sipping a cocktail she made kev make her, and smiling and kev gets all flustered as Lip had already warned him off his sister so he's conflicted on whether to flirt with her or not and V is just laughing at his awkwardness and openly expresses her feelings for Reader and flirts with her because she doesn't care what Lip says, she wants some of the Gallagher action and she will get it

[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 12

I need to talk to you, Ian had texted her, that was the reason she was walking towards the Gallagher house that morning.

Desna was quick to cross those few meters knowing that if she had thought about it longer she probably would have stayed home. But she managed to arrive at the house, opening the door of the kitchen.

“Hey, Des,” Fiona greeted her with a smile.

“Hi, Fi,” she said, “Is Ian upstairs.”

“Sure,” she nodded pointing the stairs, “Help yourself.”

“Thanks,” Desna said before frowning, “Why is it so cold in here?”

“My thought exactly,” she heard Fiona say as she run up the stairs. Desna was about to turn to go towards Ian’s room, when she almost bumped into Lip.

“Hey,” she said avoiding to look at him.

“Hey,” he muttered. Desna could feel his posture tense, not sure what to say to her, “A-are you here for-“

“Ian,” she said looking at him for the first time. Coursing herself when her eyes lingered on his lips a bit longer than she had to. She really missed him, talking to him and feeling him against her body. She was so stupid.

“He um… he is in our room,” he stutter pointing behind his back.

“Thanks,” Desna said lowering her head, moving around him.

“Better for you to be dying,” She muttered as she closed the door, catching Ian’s attention.

“Mandy Milkovich tried to have sex with me,” Ian said with panicked voice.

“What?” She asked her eyes wide, “Where? When?!”

“Yesterday,” he said nervously pacing the room, “She waited for me after my shift, she came here.”

“She is quite straight forward I’ll give her that,” she thought out loud.

“Yeah!” He exclaimed sarcastically, “She took a condom out at me.”

“W-what did you do?” She asked her eyes wide.

"I pushed her away!" he exclaimed sitting on his bed, "And I may, or may not had made her cry."

"Was she really upseat?" Desna asked carefully.

"She ran away," he said looking up at her, "Even Fiona saw her."

So Mandy Milkovich was upseat with Ian. An upset Milkovich running around the Southside was no good. They truely were almost criminals, and most of them really were.

"Is it going to be bad?" Ian asked her with big eyes, waiting for her answer, surely hoping to have some kind of encouragement. But she really didn't know. She knew for a fact how Milkovichs could be scary, Iggy was starting to concern her, for what she knew Mikey's father had been more inside prison than outside, and Mikey himself was now stealing Kash's shop regularly, and not only that surely.

"It's very bad, right?" Ian asked nervously, his legs buncing up and down. So Desna went to sit next to him.

"Being rejected, that happen, right?" Desna asked trying herself to find some good side of the situation.

Ian nodded his head qith quick movements, "Right!"

"I mean you cry and ask yourself why, but you get over with it, right?" Desna asked again and Ian nodded once more.

"Right!"

"What the worst thing she could do?" Desna asked and the answer of that question arrived to her that afternoon when on her phone arrived one message from Ian.

Mandy told Mickey I assaulted her, and now he wants to kill me, Desna's eyes widened as she read those words. She immediately asked Ian what had happened and he told her that Mickey Milkovich entered the shop, ready to beat him up. He got away only because he manage to lock himself in the back, and Kash covered for him telling Mikey that there was another exit from there.

That was not good at all. God, how could she made up a story like that? She knew perfectly well what would have happened and Mikey would not have stopped until he got to Ian.

She spent the following hours constantly checking on Ian through texts to know if he was alive. She was even had problems studying now that she know that Ian could have possibly end up in the hospital.

As Desna was pacing in the living room of her house, she noticed a figure limp on the street. Her eyes widened as she realized that she knew that jacket.

"Oh, shit..." she muttered before running to the door, "Lip!" she found herself running to him. As he heard her voice he lowered his head, tyring to not show his face at her.

"Keep ignoring me Des, I'm fine," he said but she was quick to move part him so that she could put herself in front of him, not letting him move forward.

"Jeez, Lip," she gasped, taking a step so that was now close to him. With her hand she delicately moved the hood from his face so that she could take a better look. His left side was covered in cut and bruises. He got a slash over his eyebrow, one over his nose and his top lip was cut open. She even noticed his left arm slightly bent, like he could not move it freely.

"Oh my God," she said, her fingers touching his cheek making him flinch, "I'm so sorry," she gasped, but he shook his head.

"It's alright," he muttered looking up to meet her eyes. She was studying his face closely. She really hoped his nose wasn't broken, or some other bones in his body.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Mikey Milkovich," he answered and Desna took a breath, before moving to stay next to him.

"I'll take you home," she said touching his back with her hand.

"You don't have to," he told her, but she shook her head stubbornly.

"I'm not leaving you," she answered back. He looked at her, his eyes softened as he observed her face.

"Okey..." he muttered before they headed towards his house. Desna would keep looking him, to see if he was in much pain. She had to call V as soon as they got inside. When she turned she noticed Fiona standing on the porch speaking with Tony, the young policeman.

"Let's use the back of the house," Lip said to her, gesturing at her where to go with a movement of his head, "I don't want them to see me."

"They will anyway," she argued.

"Can you not talk back for once?" he asked turning to look at her.

"No, I don't think I can," she said and her heart melt as she noticed him smiling at her.

"Hey Lip, there's a body on the other end of this," they stopped as they heard Tony's voice, Lip was doing his best to not show his face, but what they had done to him was too evident.

"No, it's cool Tony," as he spoke Fiona saw his injuries immediately.

"Jesus, what the hell, Lip?" she esclaimed, but Lip didn't answered back. He just looked at Desna moving his head so that she'd follow him into the house.

"I'll call V," Fiona said running upstairs, as Desna helped Lip to the kitchen. He set on a chair, making a little graunt, while she went to take a rag before moving to the sink to fill a cap with water. She needed to clean his skin before putting ice on his bruises. Desna duble checked as the frame of an old man dressed in ladies woman sleeping on a chair in the living room.

"Who's that?" she asked frowning.

Lip was holding his forehead, before giving a look in the direction she was looking, then he scoffed, "I don't even know," he said as she walked back towards him, soaking the cloth in the cold water. But when she put the rag against his forahead he issed

"I'm sorry," she gasped moving her hand away just a little bit, "I'm so sorry."

He shook his head, "It's alright, don't worry."

"I'll try to be as gentle as possible," she said getting closer, "But tell me if I hurt you," Lip nodded his head before letting her move her hand closer to his face. She proceeded to clean his skin, trying to avoid the cuts. They didn't seem to bleed anymore, but his eyes was getting darker.

"Why is Mikey after you?" she asked softly still working on his skin.

"He's not," he answered, "He is after Ian."

"Jeasus Christ, for the Mandy thing?" she exclaimed, rubbing his skin lightly.

He hissed for a second before looking to her, "You know?"

"Ian told me that Mikey wants to beat him up," she explained, being very gentle with her touch.

"Wish he told me as well," he said with a chuckle. She moved her hand a little bit, she hoped he didn't need any stitches.

"If he did this to you, I'm really concerned about Ian right now," she admitted. Now she was truely worried about Ian's life. Those people were fucking crazy.

Lip nodded his head before tilting his head, with amused eyes.

"Maybe the fact that I said that Mandy is blowing 400 dudes in 10th grade didn't help," his nonechalance made her wide her eyes, she would have smaked him if he hadn't been already beaten up.

"God, would you ever stop with the sassy comments?!" she exclaimed, but his lips moved into a smirk.

"No, I don't think I will," he answered leaning forward towards her.

Desna groaned, "You wouldn't even know how to shut your mouth to save your life."

"Are you worried?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered shortly, now realizing how close they were. They had both leaned forward, their heads inches apart and their knees touching. Her hand still at the side of his face rubbing his cheek gently.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes staring into hers, "For helping me."

"Don't mention it," she said diverting her eyes to take another look at his cuts. Unconsciusly she smiled.

"What?" he asked her, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"I've just realize that the first time we’ve talked you had been having a fight as well," she said remembering him at thirteen years old fighting on the street just in front of her house.

"You had set next to me on the side road with a pack of ice," he remembered nodding his head. That's how they had become to be friends. Desna didn't like to get out of the house as she had arrived in her new home, but after having helped Lip, him and Ian had started to ask her to go play with them, or to walk together to school.

"You had been my first friend," she said with a small smile thinking back at all the years that had passed. Then she noticed him staring.

"You are not my friend," his words made her smile disappeared. She really could not understand him and why he seemed so eager to hurt her lately. But before she could move away he took her wrist in his hand, keeping her close, "But you are something for me," they looked at each other before they started to lean forward.

"What does it mean?" she asked confused.

"I don't know," he whispered before his lips touched hers once again. Desna's eyes closed as she kissed him back. After all those weeks they were kissing again. She had missed him. His right hand moved at the side of her face, as he deepened the kiss. They were lost in each other as the heard the front door open, making them pull away. But the moviment had been so abrupt that Lip gave out a groan.

"You okay?" Desna asked touching his face with her hands. He nodded with squinted his eyes.

"Shit, Lip, what happened?" Veronica's voice made Desna turn to see her and Fiona walking into the kitchen. Desna looked at Lip for a brief moment before giving V space to take a look at him. When she moved she noticed Fiona looked at her as Desna set on another chair, but she ignored it to listen what Veronica was doing.

She had brought all the medicines they had in the house and started to dab Lip's forehead with cotton wool soaked in hydrogen peroxide. Lip hissed as she did.

"Oh sorry, sweetie," V said gently, as the cracking noise of the wooden stairs announced Frank's presense. He looked at his son, but he didn't say anything as he set on the stool next to the counter, sipping his beer.

"The nose is the most commonly broken nose in boys between the age of 13 and 25," Veronica explained, observing Lip's face.

"T-that's facinating," Lip said before pointig at the man still asleep, "But who is the old dude?"

"It's not a dude, it's you're aunt Ginger," Frank answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lip frowned, "What, the one that owns the house?" Desna looked at Frank, what was he up to this time?

"That's right," it was unbelievable how Frank knew how to lay without flinching, "Hey Ginger," he said towards the man who had been woken up by his loud voice, "Say hello to your nephew," the poor thing looked so confused.

"Dad, stop," Fiona almost begged with an heavy breath.

"Why is he trying to pass off Mr. Perry as Aunt Ginger?" Lip asked confused as Desna double checking the man. She had not realized he was Mr. Perry.

"Who?" Frank asked with a frown.

"The old bus driver," Desna answered and Lip nodded.

"Sleeps behind the dumpster over at the A&P," he explained, his eyes breafly meeting Desna's that smile looking down.

"Social Security wants to talk to Ginger," Fiona began to explain, before glaring at her father, "And he is too lazy to get the real one."

"Where?" asked Desna with a frown.

"Michigan," Fiona said.

"That's retardedly brilliant," Lip commented and Desna frown at him.

"Really?" she asked as Frank spoke.

"Thank you!" the man exclaimed.

"Or brilliantly retarded," Fiona said and Desna felt like agree. And as Frank thanked again, the girl rolled her eyes.

"Now we have to drive all night to go get her," Fiona complained trying to have a reaction out of her father, but it was useless. Fiona took a breath before turning to Veronica.

"Think Kev will let us borrow his car?" V frowned.

"No." Kev was getting restless everytime he figured out that V or Desna had lent something of theirs to the Gallaghers. He almost lost it the morning of the day before when he learned that the Gallaghers had borrowed their toaster because Carl had broke thiers.

"I'll call and beg," Fiona decided standing up heading to the living room.

"We got those from Imelda over at the Holiday Inn," Debbie said entering in the kitchen with Carl, placing old hairdriers on the kitchen counter, "It'll will be a good way to stay warm."

"You okay?" Desna asked Lip as she saw him move his neck with a painful expression.

"I'd like to say yes," he said looking at her with a small smile that she returned.

"Hey, Kev, it's me," Fiona said with her phone against her cellphone.

"Does she has a chance to convince him?" Desna asked V that glared at her. Probably not. "Maybe you could ask him after sex," she suggested, making Lip chuckle.

Suddenly Frank moved taking the phone from Fiona's hand, "You won't need the car," he muttered and everyone frowned at his words.

"How are we gonna get Ginger?" Fiona asked confused.

"She is dead," Desna widened her eyes.

"What?" Fiona exclaimed.

"Who's dead?" Debbie asked looking at them waiting for an answer.

"Ant Ginger," Lip said and Debbie got upset.

"Did you know her?" Desna asked to Lip, that shook his head.

"Debs you've never met her," he said a bit confused.

"And now I never will!" She exclaimed and Desna and Lip looked at each other.

"Don't give me hard time," Frank complained defensively like he always liked to be, "I've been very upset about it. I'm in mourning."

Desna shook her head, how did they all managed to pull up with Frank's shit was something really unbelieveble for her.

"When did she die?" Fiona asked with wide eyes.

Frank shrugged his shoulders, "T-twelve years ago," he stuttered, "I was trying to protect all of you from the drama, how do you think I feel?" he kept justify himself, "That woman was my heart and soul, she practically raised me."

A great fucking job, she did there.

"Dad," Fiona was speaking in the countless attempt to put some sense back in her father's head, "You've been chasing her checks. That's felony. We are leaving in her house. Was there even a will?"

"You don't need a will, if she's not technically dead," Frank said as if it was incomprehensible that Fiona was not getting it.

"Yes, she is technically dead, Dad," Fiona said getting pissed as she moved towards her father, "Dead is dead. Just because you haven't told anybody that she's dead doesn't make her not dead. Fuck!"

That was very dangerous, Fiona could go in jail and the other would have been sent in foster care, and Frank... whatever happened it was alright at that point.

"What are we gonna do now?" Fiona asked before Veronica's lips moved into a giant smile.

"Well..."

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*!*!* Mockingbird *!*!*

Pair: Father Figure!Kevin Ball x M!Reader.

Genre: Fluff Mixed With Angst, Platonic.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Alcohol, Crying, Cigarettes, Blood, Bruises.

Y/N sat on the sidewalk outside the Alibi, crying. He was covered in bruises from a fight he had gotten into. He didn't know any other place to go to expect for the Alibi.

Y/N drank from a alcohol bottle, wiping tears. He heard the door open from the bar, he quickly turned around, seeing Kevin locking the door.

Kevin turned around, seeing Y/N. He was shocked to see the state of Y/N. He took out a pack of cigarettes, sitting down next to Y/N.

"What happened now?" he asked, handing Y/N a cigarette. Y/N looked into the ground, tears flowing. "Nothing. I just fell." He said, grabbing the cigarette.

Kevin, sighed, "You said that last time, what's actually going on, dude?" Kevin asked.

Y/N took a drag of the cigarette, "I got into a fight with some addicts." He said.

Kevin, wrapped his arm around Y/N, "I got you." He asked, Y/N sniffled. "Thanks." He said, wiping away tears.

Kevin hugged him. "If it would help, me and Veronica are filing forms to adopt you." Kevin said.

Y/N looked at him, smiling brightly. "Your awesome, Kev!" Y/N said.

Kev smiled at him, "You're like a son to me, kid." Kev said, looking at Y/N.

Y/N laughed, "You're the only person who actually gives a shit about me." Y/N said, Kev chuckled, "I will always care for you, Y/N." Kev said.

Y/N rested his head on Kev's shoulder, tired. "Want me to bring you home?" Kev asked, Y/N nodded, "That'd be nice." Y/N said.

[chonitopaz]

You sighed to yourself walking up to the Gallaghers door hoping and praying that Fiona wouldn’t be the one to answer the door. You knocked twice before stepping back from the door pulling a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket lighting one. It felt like you were out there forever till the front door opened and you were met with site of Fiona.

You took a long drag off your cigarette pushing past her letting yourself in, “Before you say anything I’m here for lip.”

She nodded following you into the kitchen, “It’s good to see you.”

You turned to look at her for a split second before turning your head to the side not wanting to meet her gaze.

“I guess you’re not gonna talk to me?”

You sighed turning to look at her, “I have nothing to say, I basically told you all I had to say the last time I was here.”

Fiona chuckled shaking her head, “Can you at least tell me if we’re even still together?”

You stayed silent as you walked over to the ashtray sitting on the kitchen table putting out your cigarette, “You hurt me Fi.”

“I know and I feel shit for what I did and I miss you like crazy,” She said stepping closer to where you were standing fiddling with the hem of your jacket.

“Fi, please don’t make this any harder than it already is,” You said trying your hardest not to give in to the temptation of the woman standing in front of you.

You looked at her for a split second and you wanted nothing more than to kiss her, she looked at you with those big brown eyes wrapping her arms around your neck.

You inhaled deeply taking a step back because you were scared that if you stood there like that with her then whatever were to happen next you wouldn’t be able to help yourself, “You didn’t let me finish.”

You cleared your throat looking down at your hands fiddling with your fingers, “It’s hard enough being here being around you.”

You paused before saying your next words, “It’s taking everything in me to not grab you and kiss you, to take you upstairs to your room and have makeup sex with you.”

“Then why don’t you?” Fiona questioned with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Because then I picture Jimmy’s smug face and you kissing him which is what’s keeping me from doing just that.”

Fiona looked like it was taking everything in her not to cry, “Okay. Well are you at least still going to come to Carls birthday thing tonight at the house?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea Fiona.”

“He really wanted you there. Look you ain’t gotta go for me just do it for Carl at least. Please?”

You really didn’t want to go because it was really hard being around Fiona. You can’t help, but thinking back to the night she told you her and Jimmy kissed. You wanted to say no or just tell her yes that you still plan on coming then just not show up, but then you started thinking about Carl and how much you really care for that boy.

You inhaled deeply running your hand through your hair, “Okay, I will for Carl.”

Fiona nodded shooting you a soft smile. You stood there awkwardly for a few moments, you were thankful though when you heard foot steps coming down the stairs. You turned your head to see lip.

“Yo,” He announced attempting to throw on a jacket.

You kept your gaze on your shoes trying your hardest keep your cool. Lip went over to the fridge pulling out some orange juice. He looked between the two of you with a raised eye brow.

“You guys all good?” He questioned looking at you then back at Fiona for a response.

“Yeah man,” you said.

Fiona nodded shooting lip a dejected smile.

“So where are you two off to?” She questioned trying to change the subject

“I asked her to help me with this piece of shit bike I got in yesterday. Figured I could use her mechanic knowledge.”

You couldn’t stop looking over at Fiona no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes on anything else, they always ended up back on her.

“I’ll be outside,” You said abruptly looking over at lip.

He nodded, “I’ll be out there in one sec,” You heard him shout before you closed the back door.

-

“Pass me that wrench,” You said pointing over at the tool box beside you, still keeping your full attention on the mess of a bike in front of you.

Lip did as you said handing you the wrench, “You see what I’m doing here?” You questioned

“Yes boss,” He said with a slight chuckle.

Causing you to chuckle, while flipping him the bird. “Thanks for showing me this stuff. Brads been on my ass about this bike for days.”

“Anytime man,” You said tightening up one of the last screws.

“So you and my sister still on the outs?”

You stopped what you were doing reaching over for the rag next to you wiping off your hands, “Think we’re a little more than on the outs.”

Lip nodded taking the cigarette he had sitting behind his ear before lighting it, “You know she feels like shit for what she did, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this upset”.

You sighed, “I miss her I do, but I don’t think I can trust her.”

Lip took a long drag off his cigarette, “Look I hate to say this because she is my sister. I know she doesn’t have the best track record with loyalty, but I was there that night. She made him leave and she didn’t take it any further than the kiss.”

You inhaled deeply taking in what Lip said, you knew about Fiona’s past relationship endeavors and she was honest with you about everything, but you didn’t know if you were going to be able to take her back after this.

Lip chuckled bringing you out of your thoughts, “Cat got your tongue?”

You chuckled, “I appreciate what you’re trying to do. This is between me and your sister though.”

He nodded putting out his cigarette, “Just don’t dick her around, if you’re gonna call it quits just do it. It’s driving her crazy not knowing. Shit that’s all I’ve been hearing about for the past week.”

“I got it covered man,” You said patting his shoulder.

“And don’t worry even if things don’t work with your sister and I. You can still come stay with me every weekend champ. We also wanna let you know that we still love you very much,” You joked.

“Funny,” Lip said flipping you the bird.

You laughed going over to the tool box stealing one of Lips cigarettes, “You uh comin to Carls party tonight?” Lip questioned leaning up against the tool box.

“Yeah I guess I am,” You said taking a drag off your cigarette.

“Good.” Lip said.

-

As you and Lip entered the Gallagher house you started to feel a little overwhelmed, because you knew that people were going to ask questions pertaining to you and Fiona’s relationship status.

You took a deep breath only exhaling till you made it halfway into the living room, Where everyone was dancing around with beers in their hands. You were just about to make a beeline for the kitchen, when Debbie stopped you rambling about some girl she’s been seeing.

You chuckled, “Debs I just got here let me grab a beer before you unload your girl drama on me.”

Debbie groaned going over to the couch where Franny was sitting picking her up. You watched her as she disappeared up the stairs a little relieved to not have to play gay therapist.

You made your way into the kitchen grabbing one of the beers from the box off the counter twisting the cap off and tossing it to the side. You leaned up against the counter watching everyone dance around. You scanned the living room your eyes landing on Fiona, you smiled to yourself when you saw what she was wearing.

She had on a long sleeved V neck showing off a lot of cleavage and those damn leather shorts she knew you loved. You were almost positive she was wearing them to get your attention. You watched as her and V danced to some pop song you didn’t recognize, you couldn’t take your eyes off her you let your eyes travel down her body.

You wanted nothing more than to pin her up against the wall and mark her neck with hickeys. You set your beer down about to give in to the temptation, or at least you were until you heard someone clear their throat beside you.

You turned your head to see Carl, you smiled at him relieved, “Sup birthday boy.”

“Sup,” He said giving you a fist bump.

“You get the gun I asked you for?” He questioned almost causing you to spit out your beer.

“Dude your sister would kill me.”

He sighed, “I’m seventeen, she’s always got a stick up her ass.”

You chuckled passing the boy a beer, “Not a gun, but it’s something.”

He twisted the top off clanking his beer bottle against yours, leaning beside you on the counter. You let your eyes wander back to the brunette you cannot seem to get off your mind. She was still dancing with V laughing at something crazy the woman probably said.

“You and Fiona back together?” Carl spoke up.

You jumped a little forgetting that the boy had been standing beside you. “Uh no it’s kind of complicated.”

He nodded, “Do you still love her?”

You turned to look at Carl shocked to be having this conversation with the boy. You remembered when he was just a little kid running around terrorizing neighborhood animals and lighting things on fire, but he wasn’t that little boy anymore.

“Of course I do, things are just rough right now.”

“The thing with Jimmy?” He questioned chucking a little.

“Yeah the thing with Jimmy.” You said the man’s name leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

“One thing you gotta understand Jimmy is like a roach. You think he’s gone, but he always comes back and he’s hard to get rid of. Fiona loves you though and she fucked up there’s no denying that, but I really think you should talk to her. Let her know where you guys stand because it’s really eating her up. Plus it would suck to not have you around.” Carl said taking a quick swig out of his beer.

You smiled at the boy ruffling his hair, “Where’d all this wisdom come from?”

He swatted your hand away rolling his eyes, “Growin up in this house you learn a thing or two.”

You chuckled wrapping your arm around the boy.

“So since I possibly helped fix things with you and my sister?” The boy questioned.

“I’m not getting you a gun dude.” You said before he could even finish his sentence.

The younger Gallagher smacked his lips wiggling his way outta your grasp, “You guys fuckin suck.”

You shook your head as you watched the boy disappear back into the sea of people in the living room.

You stood there still debating on whether or not to go talk to Fiona. After about two more beers, and a shot you eventually worked up enough courage to go talk to her.

She was still standing with V her back turned. You inhaled deeply as you approached her. V looked at you then at Fiona causing the woman to turn around. Her eyes went wide when she saw you, almost like she was in shock.

“Hey,” Was the only thing you could think to say.

“Hey,” She said nervously.

“Can we talk?” You questioned.

“Outside?”

You nodded while following behind her.

The two of you stepped out back shutting the door behind you. You sat down on the steps as you turned to look at Fiona who followed your lead.

“You came.” She said breaking the awkward tension that was very noticeable.

“Told you I wouldn’t miss it,” You said keeping your gaze on your shoes.

“Guess you thought I’d bale?”

She chuckled, “I had my doubts.”

Before you knew it the awkward silence was back. You looked over at the woman for a split second before averting your gaze back to the ground. Your eyes landing on a twig, you picked it up tossing it into the distance.

“Look if you’re not gonna talk I’m going back inside,” Fiona spoke up lifting herself up off the steps.

“I love you, Ya know?” you said barely above a whisper.

Fiona froze, “I love you too.”

“Then why? Why did you kiss Jimmy, I thought this shit with him was over?”

“I don’t know,” She said running her hands through her hair.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You said trying your hardest not to raise your voice.

“We have history. Okay?”

You shook your head trying really hard to control your temper, “Fi I have loved you from the moment I met you. I’ve been there through majority of your past relationships, Jimmy’s a dick, I don’t know why you always fall for his shit. Am I just not enough?”

“You’re more than enough.”

You stood up getting off the porch, you reached into your pocket pulling out a cigarette from your pack. You inhaled deeply then exhaled watching the smoke dissipate. Fiona stood up making her way over to where you were standing.

“I know I fucked up, but I don’t wanna lose you. You’re the only good thing I got goin in my life right now.”

You took another drag off your cigarette turning to look at her, you felt her icy hand rest on your cheek as she looked at you with those damn big brown eyes that have always been your weakness.

You grabbed both of her hands, “Your hands are freezing.”

“Everything on me is freezing right now,” She said moving her hands from yours. You felt her hands slide into your jacket pocket’s causing your breath to hitch as you realized just how close the two of you were.

“Fi,” You said as the gap between the two of you was on the verge of closing.

“Hmm?” She hummed.

“We shouldn’t,” You said as her lips grazed yours causing your brain to go into over drive.

Before you knew it your lips were on hers, you wrapped your hands around her hips pulling her closer. Her hands made there way to the button on your jeans.

You pulled away abruptly, “I can’t.”

She looked at you confused, “Why not?”

“Because I’d be doing the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t.”

Fiona shook her head, “I’m going back inside and you know what? You can take your ass home. I’m done trying to show you that I really do love you and that I really do care about you. I’m trying to be a different person, I’m trying not to fuck things up with the one person who has actually been honest with me, that’s actually treated me like I matter.”

“Guess I fucked that up though.” Fiona mumbled turning around.

You stood there as you watched her make it up the first step, too busy battling with yourself to even try and stop her. You took one last drag off your cigarette discarding it onto the ground. Your eyes were still on Fiona, you watched as she made her way up the fourth step stopping in her tracks, she turned to look at you tears streaming down her face.

It made your heart ache and for spilt second nothing else mattered. Jimmy’s smug face didn’t matter, you telling yourself not give in didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered right now was Fiona.

“Damn it,” You mumbled jogging over to the porch.

As you made it to the fourth step Fiona threw her arms around your neck, you let your hands find their way to her waist.

“I really do love you,” Fiona whimpered.

“I know and I love you too.”

Fiona pulled away to look at you as you brought your thumb to her cheek wiping the tears that fell, before bringing your lips to her forehead.

“Does this mean we’re still together?” Fiona spoke up her tone slightly uncertain, but hopeful.

You took a deep breath bringing your hands back to her waist. A small smile creeping onto your lips as you looked at the woman in front of you.

“Yeah I guess it does.”

-

You awoke the next morning to the sunlight shining through the window practically blinding you, you yawned looking around the room that definitely wasn’t yours. Memories of the night before flashed through your mind.

You rolled over only to be inches away from Fiona’s face. You smiled to yourself as you listened to the sound of her light snoring bringing back a sense of comfort that you didn’t realize you needed. You brought your hand to her face moving some of her hair behind her ear causing her to stir around.

“Stop staring,” Fiona said her voice a little raspy.

“I can’t help it, I forgot just how hot you look in the morning.” You chuckled wrapping your arms around her waist.

She groaned bringing her head to rest on your chest, “You know as much as I’d love a round three, I’m still pretty exhausted from the other two rounds from last night.”

“Ah giving up are we, thought Gallaghers didn’t give up?” You joked causing Fiona to giggle.

“We don’t.” She yawned.

You chuckled bringing your lips to the crown of her head, “I love you.”

Fiona moved her head to look at you with a soft smile, “I love you too.”

You brought your hand to Fiona’s cheek running your thumb across her bottom lip, completely mesmerized by just how beautiful the woman truly looked in the morning, even with bed head and bags under her eyes she still looked like a dream.

You couldn’t even deny that you missed mornings like this because to you and Fiona nothing else mattered. It was just the two of you too wrapped up in your own little bubble to care about anything else.

“You don’t know how much I missed this, how much I missed us.” Fiona spoke up her voice filling the silence in the room.

Instead of saying anything you leaned in till your lips connected with hers. The kiss was slow, but passionate although it did begin to escalate from there. Before you knew it you were on top of Fiona as your lips trailed down her neck, you were half way under the covers when you felt Fiona’s body jolt.

“Damn it Carl!” She yelled angrily.

You took that as a sign to throw yourself on the other side of the bed making your way out from under the covers. You looked over at the boy who was standing in the door way with a smirk on his face.

“Dude knock next time,” Fiona sighed running her hand through her hair.

“This mean you guys are back together?” Carl chuckled which only irritated Fiona more.

“What do you want?” Fiona snapped.

“Frank’s in the kitchen trying to clean himself in the sink again,” his smiling fading to a look of disgust.

Fiona groaned, “You guys can’t deal with it?”

Carl shrugged before walking off.

You chuckled watching as Fiona stood up picking your black polo jacket up off the floor throwing it on.

“Fuckin Gallaghers,” she mumbled.

You shook your head as Fiona tossed you your t shirt, “Man I missed gettin cock blocked by your family.”

Fiona huffed looking over at you with a sour look on her face as she attempted to get her sweats on, “Meet you downstairs?”

“Yes ma’am,” you said bringing two fingers to your forehead saluting her.

Fiona rolled her eyes letting out a slight chuckle, “You’re such a fuckin dork.”

“But I’m your dork!” You shouted as the girl made her way out of the room flipping you the bird.

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As you made your way down stairs you couldn’t help, but smile at the familiar sound of the Gallaghers bickering. That was one thing you never thought you’d miss, you made your way into the kitchen adjusting your jeans.

“There’s the woman of the hour!” Ian was the first to greet you lifting up his coffee cup like it was a beer.

You chuckled attempting to make your way over to the coffee pot as you watched Fiona swat Frank with a news paper.

“So I guess you two made up?” You turned your head to see Lip who was coming down the stairs with a cigarette dangling between his lips.

You were about to answer the man until Carl beat you to it, “I heard them fuckin makin up all night last night.”

You nearly spit out your coffee at the boys comment.

“Yeah you guys are loud,” Debbie chimed in picking up Franny sitting her at the kitchen table.

“Alright enough,” Fiona said walking over to where you were standing as you pulled her into your side.

“Don’t you guys got somewhere to be?”

“Why got some more makin up to do?” Carl joked causing the other Gallaghers to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Bet you didn’t miss this?” Fiona said gesturing to all the chaos going on around you.

You turned your head to look at the woman, “Believe or not I actually did.”

Fiona chuckled shaking your her head, “How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” You said pulling her closer to you kissing the crown of her head.

In that moment you felt like you were home because to you Fiona was your home and you were hers.

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Charlotte stares at Lip, turning her body to face him. “Not funny, Phillip.”

“It’s-” he starts, cutting himself off when he sees her face. Soft features set sternly. The only vulnerability he can see is swimming her eyes as she waits for him to either say he was joking or stand on what he’s said. “I’m not laughin, bunny.”

Charlotte’s eyes scan Lip entirely. She studies his face, his body language, attempting to measure his sincerity. He means it she finally acknowledges. This is crazy. She knows it. She doesn’t have to be a fucking genius to know that she and Lip have moved at rapid speed. But somehow, she feels like she can tell. He’s saying he loves her and he means it. 

“I love you too.” 

The second the endearment leaves her lips Lip surges forward, cupping her face as he presses their lips together and pushes her softly to lay back on the bed. Charlotte gasps at her suddenly being pushed backward. She giggles as their lips smack against each other, lifting her hands to cup the back of his head, pulling him down to her even further.

“You mean that?” he asks, as he drags over her ear, kissing there once, twice, before moving down to her jaw, no doubt creating blooming bruises as he drags down to her neck.

Charlotte looks down her body where he’s trailing kisses, big, intense, blue eyes staring up at her, waiting for confirmation. The uncertainty is evident, despite the confident movements of his strong hands dragging her shirt up her torso, leaning down and tugging at her belly button piercing lightly with his teeth. “I love you, Phillip.” she breathes.

He lets out a shaky breath that makes goosebumps form across her skin. Lips starts toying with the button on Charlotte’s jeans, giving her the opportunity to stop him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Tugging the pants down her legs, Lip tries to calm down by taking inventory of the situation. She loves him. Charlotte just told him she loved him-that’s not helping, he things, glancing down at his own pants after dropping hers to the floor. He looks back up only to find her sitting up slightly, pulling her shirt over head, her breasts spilling over the cups of her white bra, her body only clad in the small bra and red Christmas panties that say ‘Santa Baby’ in white letters with a little white bow. Neither is that, but fuck it.

Lip leans down and nudges his nose at the bow, murmuring against the fabric, “Expecting someone else?”

Charlotte smoothes her hand through Lip’s hair, her other arm propping her up so she can look at him. “Yeah, I guess I have a thing for white men with rosy cheeks- ah!” she yelps as Lip places her legs over his shoulders and tugs her down so his face is between them, making her lose her balance. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asks smugly as he tugs her underwear to the side.

“Peachy.”

“Yeah, I bet.” 

Charlotte doesn’t know what she expected. Women don’t just start acting crazy for no reason. There’s no way Mandy had been ready to drop her off at a damn brothel behind him if he wasn’t doing something life changing in bed. She’d both absently and presently pondered what it would feel like for Lip to eat her out. If it was anything like how he kissed then yeah, she could assume she was gonna be in trouble. But seriously, what the fuck was wrong with him? Is he trying to kill her? 

He’d started off nice, pressing a couple soft kisses on her lower lips the way he does the ones on her face. But then he locked his hands on her waist, holding her in place as he flattened his tongue against her. Refusing to let her move. Moaning into her as he sucked and licked. Cerulean blue eyes locked on her face. 

At the sound of the floorboards creaking under someone’s weight in the hallway Charlotte grabs one of the pillows to cover her face and tries to bury her whimpers. Only for him to tug her down again, jolting her and causing her to look at him to hear his stern, “Put that shit down.” He’d left no room for argument, so she bites her lip and moves the pillow, gripping the blanket beneath her with one hand and letting him reach up and guide her other one to his hair.

He was giving her such whiplash too. With how he was talking. Most of his words slurred against her, but occasionally pulling away, showing her his glistening lips and making her cheeks hot with his demands and commentary.

“Stay fucking still.”

“You taste so fucking good, baby.”

“Want you to cum on my face.”

“Wanna live between these fuckin’ legs.”

When Charlotte couldn’t take the pressure anymore and felt herself reaching that final peak she tugs on Lip’s hair, earning a groan from him as he tightens his hold on her, controlling her squirming. She takes her free arm and muffles her cries with it, trying to steady herself and stop her body from shaking. 

“Fuck.” Lip groans again, moving up to kiss her lips and then staring down at her to take in his handiwork. “You okay, bunny?”

“I’m…yes. I’m okay.” she breathes, trying to catch her breath. Lip laughs as he watches the rapid rise and fall of her chest. “Shut up. M’fine.” Charlotte sits up shakily, shoving at Lip’s chest when he snorts out another laugh. 

“Okay.” he relents, resting his weight on top of her, and continuing to kiss her lips. His eyes lock on hers and he sweeps his thumb over her cheek. “I love you.” he whispers against her lips, parting them and guiding her tongue to drag along his as they kiss. 

Charlotte starts pulling Lip’s shirt over his head, struggling for a little before he breaks away to pull it off, tossing it onto the floor and unbuttoning his pants and kicking them off.  “Do you um, still wanna wait? That’s totally fine.”

He should have said yes. Lip knows that. He knows that he doesn’t deserve this moment. 

But the way Charlotte was looking up at him made him feel like he does. All he could think about is her gorgeous face, her beautiful body, the way she smells, the way she tastes. The way she makes him feel. He can’t not do it.

“I wanna be close to you.” he murmurs, pressing his forehead against hers. “Wanna be inside of you.” He waits then. Because despite how badly he wants this, the one thing that would be able to stop him is an ounce of doubt, a no from her. But he gets a shy nod and soft fingers on the back of his neck. And her yes means everything. “I’ll go get a condom.”

He furrows his brows in confusion when his girlfriend shakes her head, pulling him further down onto her, wrapping her legs around him. “Don’t need one. Pill. Take it like clockwork. Okay?”

Normally, Lip would say fuck no. He’d only ever fucked raw 4 times in his life. Twice with Karen, which was dumb as hell, considering the fact that someone else usually had already done the same earlier that day. Twice with Helene because…well, she had her tubes tied and the only other person fucking her was her husband. He thought. Maybe. 

But he trusts Charlotte. And there’s no way in hell he’d give up the opportunity to get inside of her without anything between them. So that’s exactly what he does.

“Oh fuck.” he moans, dropping his head to her neck as she gasps when he pushes inside of her. Lip pauses for a moment, telling himself for the sake of his own ego that it's to let Charlotte have a second to adjust. Lip gives a few shallow thrusts before setting a slow, deep rhythm. After getting over the initial feeling of tightness and warmth he lifts his face to look at her face, groaning again. “Shit, Charlotte, that shit is not fair.”

“Wh-” she gasps, clinging to him even more. "What?”

“Fucking…the next time we’re fuck, we do this m’gettin you a mirror, looking at you while you feel like this is ridiculous.” he says, coming up to rest his forehead back on hers, using his arm to hook her leg, pushing it back up towards her, the other hand massaging her breast as he relishes in the cry she lets out.

“Well, you’re trying to split me in half while looking like a greek statue so-mm, I think we’re even.” she whimpers, a small smile forming on her face as she sees the one on his.

“Yeah? Say that again.”

She reaches up cupping his face and kissing him. “Never.”

His laughter devolves back into groaning as he continues pushing into her, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in. They stay as close as possible, sharing air, lips brushing, her back arching off of the bed to push her torso against his. They build their way to a slow, intimate finish, Lip feeling a wave of accomplishment wash over him when Charlotte’s gasps pitch to near screams, her scrambling to cover her mouth with her hand. Wickedly, he decides to make it worse for her, leaning close to her ear to whisper, “Cum for me baby.”

Seconds later she does, squeezing his muscled arm and covering her mouth, Charlotte cries out her orgasm, tightening so much that she triggers Lip’s. He gives her a couple more thrusts before releasing inside of her, pressing kisses all over her face and then rolling off her and pulling out so as not to crush her. 

The two of them lay there in silence for a few minutes, Lip rubbing his hand along the soft skin on her arm as they face each other. Charlotte catches her breath as she stares at her boyfriend's face, getting a good look at the cute little blush that had formed during their activities, watching his pretty eyes flutter open and closed with sleep. “Haha, I can’t wait to talk to Mickey tomorrow.”

Lip makes a face, sitting up and pushing off of the bed. “We just said I love you and had sex for the first time, and you’re talkin’ about my brother’s boyfriend?” He tugs on a pair of boxers and pulls out another pair that he knows Fiona washed, along with a t-shirt and passing it to her. “Hold on.”

Charlotte giggles, sitting up and pulling on the shirt while Lip disappears into the dark hallway. She silences the panicked thought that passes through her mind as he walks up the hall, and secretly releases a breath when he re-enters the room, washcloth in hand and pokes her forehead, pushing her to fall on her back again. Lip grabs one of her legs, pulling them apart and wiping her off. “I gotta tell Mickey I wore you out. It’s an inside joke, he’ll get it.”

Cocking his head to the side the blond scoffs, putting the washcloth down and tugging the boxers up Charlotte’s legs. “You wore me out? You were on your back the whole time, brat.”

Charlotte shrugs, scooting up the bed and climbing under the blanket, holding it open for him to climb in with her. “That’s how you like me, isn’t it?”

They both stare at each other again before cackling together as Lip pulls her back against him, nudging her temple lightly with his knuckle. “Go to bed.” 

“Phillip” a feminine gasps in the cold room, interrupting the otherwise quiet morning.

Lip groans, pulling Charlotte down to him, tucking his face into her hair as she whines, rubbing her hair as they both catch their breath. He drags his fingers along her bare spine for a few moments before pulling her shirt down over her skin to avoid her getting a chill. 

Climbing off of him, Charlotte kisses his cheek and then grabs the discarded boxers he’d given her the night before from the floor, pulling them on. “I’ve gotta pee.”

The blond nods, smiling at her and watching her slip out of his room, the light peeking in from the blinds shining on her in a way that makes his heart speed. “Meet me downstairs, bunny.”

“‘Kay.”

Lip was having a pretty fuckin’ good morning. Hell, he’d had a pretty good night. Normally, he woke up the day after Christmas feeling broke and hungover. Instead, he was sober, and woke up to his sexy girlfriend who’d flown back in to be with him, climbing on top of him to make it even after he’d made a ‘pillow princess’ joke. 

He gets out of bed, grabbing his phone and shoving it into his pajama pants pocket before jogging down the stairs, finding his siblings having their usual morning. “Mornin’.”

Carl immediately gets up from the table, knocking his shoulder into his older brother’s arm as he pushes past, grabbing his hat and storming out of the door. 

“He’s mad at you.” Debbie shrugs, spooning cereal into her mouth.

Fiona passes Lip a bowl and grabs her coffee going to sit in her seat. “Move your headboard away from the wall, genius.” 

“Oops.” Lips says, mouth full of off brand cheerios. He sits in his seat and takes a couple more scoops before putting his spoon down. “I’ll check on him later, I gotta tour this company I’m doing this internship with today, and I gotta take Charlotte to work.”

“Ah, he’ll get over it.” Ian says, wiping Liam’s face. “Mickey, you almost ready? I wanna get to the track before other people get there.”

“Yeah, keep your pants on, we’ll get to it.” As he says it Charlotte comes down the stairs, hair now combed up into a high ponytail, her hand holding up the shirt Lip loaned her in an attempt to cover the hickeys decorating her neck. “There she is, proud of you, champ!” 

Mickey puts his hand up, offering her a high five. Charlotte snorts, smacking his hand and jokingly making a muscle with her arm and then flipping her hair, taking a bow. Lip wraps his arm around her, tapping her ass lightly before pulling her into his lap. He shoves his cereal bowl over to her, mumbling the demand, ‘eat’, before looking between Ian, Debbie, and Fiona. “What?”

“Are you sharing? Whipped!” 

“You fuckin’ are, you’re pussy whipped.”

“Make him do the dishes next, Charlotte.”

“Ha ha, fuck you guys.” Lip says, flipping his siblings off. “And fuck you too.” he says to Mickey.

“I’m not sure you’ve got anything left for me, Gallagher, from the sound of it, the princess here took it out of you.”

Charlotte leans forward toward the table, eating some of the cereal before scooping more onto the spoon and turning to feed it to Lip. “Okay, okay, stop bullying my boyfriend…he took it like a good boy.”

“Oh shit” Fiona laughs, tossing her head back. 

Lip pinches the girl’s side, “Et tu brute?”

She offers him an innocent look. “What does that mean?”

“Fucksake.” he groans.

Suddenly, Lip’s phone starts vibrating in his pocket. Absently, he pulls it out, not thinking that the primary people who call him are sitting around the table with him, which means there is only one other person that it could be. Why didn’t he change her damn name in his phone?

“Who’s Helene?” Charlotte asks, taking another scoop of cereal and looking back at Lip. 

His siblings move fast. Debbie immediately grabs Liam, perching him on her hip and running up the stairs to get him ready. Fiona grabs her coffee mug, chugging the rest and dumping it in the sink, declaring she was going to get some sleep. And suddenly, Mickey was completely ready to go running with Ian, mumbling a ‘fuckin’ idiot’ under his breath as the redhead leads him out of the door. 

“She’s uh,” Lip clears his throat, “she was my professor. Before.”

“Mmkay, why is she texting you at 8:30 in the morning when you don’t go there anymore?”

“She’s the one that helped me get my job. She’s probably just letting me know where to go.” He shrugs. He feels his heart race as Charlotte studies him, holding the spoon in her mouth as she observes him. “What do you need to see it, or…?”

“No.” she says, popping the spoon out, and scooping the last bit of cereal before feeding it to him. “If you say she was your professor and she’s helping you find a job, that’s what she is, and that’s what she’s doing.” Charlotte offers him a smile before giving him a kiss on the lips. “I love you. So, I trust you.”

Wow. Lip thinks. I’m a piece of shit. All he offers her is a nod, leaning into her hand when she holds his cheek before announcing she needs to get changed before he can take her to work. 

As she skips out of his house to go put on her uniform, Lip can’t help but feel like cold water had just been thrown over him. After last night and this morning, he’d damn near forgotten who had helped him get this job. Despite the fact that they wouldn’t be working together, Helene had been reaching out to him frequently, mostly talking about what the work would entail. Mostly. And it was easy to convince himself it wasn’t wrong to leave out the details of how they knew each other when Charlotte was miles away in Virginia, but now with her in his arms, it made him feel like he was doing something horrible.

“Welcome back, girl, we’ve missed you!”

Charlotte beams at her co-worker, Trish as she prepares a customer’s check. Trish was definitely the coworker she was the closest with. They were close in age, Trish being only two years older, and she was nice. And she hadn’t slept with Lip. While Charlotte was gone, Trish had taken a lot of her shifts. She’d also invited her to go out a couple times, but the younger woman was still a little traumatized from her last ‘girls night’. But she planned to do it eventually. “Missed you guys too. And I missed making money.”

“I’m sure you missed your little friend Gallagher too, huh?” Trish jokes, wiping down the table next to Charlotte.

“Yeah,” she sings, “I missed my boyfriend.”

Trish pauses at that, gasping before turning to face the girl entirely, ignoring the drunk man in her section requesting more beer. “Boyfriend? Lottie, that’s great! No wonder he was so quiet over the past few weeks. He’s been in the house trying to keep his dick in his pants for you. Believe me, that bitch Kayla who does the Thursday morning shift gave it her best. That’s so sweet, girl.”

“Hm, well, if she could take him then he was never mine.” she says maturely. “Which is why he was staying home, waiting for me.” she giggles.

“Bitch! I know that’s right.” Trish laughs, grabbing an order and passing it to Charlotte to take to the table. “Lip Gallagher’s girlfriend. You must have some magical pussy.”

Charlotte drops the order off and puts her finger under her customer’s nose, checking to ensure he’s still breathing as his head is down on the wooden high top table. Satisfied that he’s good she goes behind the counter and starts dialing his brother’s number. “It’s not about sex, T.”

“But it’s good right?” the woman asks. When Charlotte rolls her eyes Trish sighs, “Fine fine, it’s about love, partnership, blah blah.”

“Hi, Gary? Jeff is here again, you think you could pick him up? Yeah…he’s still breathing. Just,” the girl peeks at the customer again. “Sleepy.” After hanging up she goes to sit on one of the stools, smiling dreamily at her friend. “He’s got a new job, working in science and tech and stuff. Cause’ you know he’s so smart. We’re saving up money for the future.”

Trish climbs onto the seat next to Charlotte, offering her a kind smile. “That’s great, Lottie. I’m happy for you.”

Charlotte raises an eyebrow. “But?”

“But, have you considered my offer? Pays way better than this place. And your good friend Trish will get a pay raise for scouting you. You’d be offering two sources of income on top of the billions of miscellaneous jobs your man does.”

“Trish, I told you,” Charlotte groans, waving as a customer enters. “I’m not a stripper. I used to dance, cheer, and took a couple pole dancing classes. I wouldn’t be good at it.”

“You haven’t tried.” Trish pouts, “besides you wouldn’t even have to go full nude, or even topless! Though, it’d be good for tips…”

“Trish-”

“It’s a pretty nice place for Southside. They have zero tolerance for prostitution, just come audition for them. I’ll be there, you don’t like it, I won’t ask again. Please? The money is so, so, so good.”

Charlotte looks at her friend, taking in her pleading look and considering the amount of times she’s seen Trish before she’s stopped at the bank, carrying thousands of dollars on her. “Let me talk to Phillip about it, and I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll take it. You ask daddy-”

“I’m not asking, I’m getting his opinion!”

“Sure,” Trish shrugs, backing away, going over to the customers, “And when he says no, we’ll go anyway.”

“He’s not just gonna tell me no." she huffs following her friend. "And I don't need to ask him for permission!"

Lip checks his phone while Eric, the douchebag whose dad owns this tech company shows him the coffee room. He was exactly what Lip had expected, a douchebag in a button down who was running a company he knows nothing about. But hey, he needs the money.

Bunny: I’ve got good news, could be fun! I’ll tell you about it later. I love you <3

He smiles to himself, not noticing the preppy, frat boy leading his tour was looking at him. “Something good?” 

“Oh, uh, yeah, man, my bad. It’s my girlfriend.” Lip says, going to pocket his phone after texting her back.

“Girlfriend, huh? Got a picture?”

Lip’s brows furrow as he looks at the guy in front of him, not moving to pull up a picture, and waiting for him to explain why the fuck he needed to see his girl.

“Oh, no man, it’s just something we do around here, you know the girls come around sometime, bring snacks and lunch and stuff. I just like to know for security purposes in case I see them around the floor. I should probably show you mine, you know, in case.” Eric says, digging in the pocket of his khakis and producing the latest phone. He scrolls for a few seconds before holding it up for Lip to see. 

“Uh, nice.” Lip says nodding as he views the girl on the screen. She’s pretty. Long dark hair with highlights, tall, long-legs. She’s not Charlotte though. Lip easily pulls up the last picture of Charlotte he had open and puts it in front of Eric’s face. “Yeah, so she probably will come around for lunch sometimes-”

“Jesus. This is your girl? Lucky bastard!” Eric goes to hold Lip’s phone to get a better look, laughing lightly when he pulls it away, pocketing it. “Congrats on that, Gallagher. She’s fucking gorgeous.”

Lip fixes him with an unamused look, feeling himself getting angry. “I know.” He talks himself down inwardly, reminding himself that he needs this job. 

“Tell her to come around anytime.” Eric says, patting Lip’s shoulder before slipping past him. “Let’s get back to the tour.”

The only thing that gets him through the rest of the day is the likelihood that Charlotte will let him fuck her in his office where he knows that asshole will be able to hear him.

V slips into Alan’s bar and restaurant, shoving past a group of smelly, old drunks stumbling out. She finds Charlotte at the bar and settles into a stool, unzipping her jacket. She frowns at a patron who stops to stare at…well, literally everything other than her face. “What the fuck are you lookin’ at?”

Charlotte slides her cousin a hot chocolate and a piece of chocolate cake. “He can’t help it, V, he’s got a wandering eye.” 

“You mean lazy eye?”

The younger woman furrows her brow in confusion when the man hurriedly places his money on the counter and scurries off to another part of the restaurant. “No, he has a-”

“Lottie, baby, that man is a creep. Don’t serve him anymore.” V sighs, taking a sip of the hot drink. “This is good, girl, why don’t you make these at home? And what’d you call me out here for, you know Kev doesn’t like me coming to Al’s, somethin’ about crossin’ enemy lines or whatever.”

Charlotte grabs two forks, passing V the other one and the two cousins begin sharing the cake. “I wanted to ask you how Kev felt about you dabbling in sex work. Like, how did he react when you brought it up?”

V pauses with the fork halfway to her mouth, letting it clatter to the plate as she looks at her younger cousin, folding her arms over her chest. “What the hell are you talking about? Is Alan trying to get you involved in something? That sick motherfucker-”

“No!” Charlotte interrupts, looking around to make sure no one else hears their conversation. “You know how T has been trying to get me to audition for that club over on Wilmington, the new one? I’ve been thinking about it. I mean, I don’t make much here and Phillip and I are trying to save up for…future stuff.” She finishes sheepishly.

“Right.” V says, rolling her eyes.

“But, I dunno, m’nervous he’s not gonna be cool with it.”

V sighs, spooning in a bite before looking at Charlotte again. To be fair, she’d actively been against this snowballing relationship since she’d seen the two of them eye-fucking eachother in her driveway when Charlotte arrived. As an older cousin she truly thought Charlotte was too young for something as serious as this situation with Lip was getting. And as a fellow woman well…she knows Lip. But as weeks and now months had progressed, she was forced to come to terms with the fact that they were going to be a thing for a while. V would rather Lip walk through their front door and announce that he’s in their home than him climbing his way into Charlotte’s window, or worse, sneaking her out of it. So for now, she’s going to play nice, telling them what to do wouldn’t work anyway. “Well, it’s not like you’d be doing full nude. He should be fine as long as you’re not turning tricks, that was Kev’s line with me. Wasn’t gonna do it anyway, but it was best to let him feel like he was laying down the law.” 

Charlotte twirls the end of some of her hair pensively. “You think that’ll work with Phillip?”

“It should.” V shrugs. “The boy’s a hustler, if you’re bringing in money and promising not to fuck anyone else, he’ll think it’s a good deal. It’s more than any other girlfriend of his has been able to offer.”

“Okay, thanks V.” Charlotte breathes, tapping her hands on the bar. “Yeah, it’ll be fine, I’m just gonna be straightforward and honest, and he’ll be fine. It’ll be great.”

“Fuck!” Lip groans, tugging at the base of Charlotte’s ponytail one last time before dropping his hand to her jaw, using his thumb to sweep over the drool on her bottom lip as she pulls off of him. “C’mere.” he says softly, pulling her up from the floor to sit next to him. Lip tucks himself back into his pants before kissing her lips tenderly, ignoring the taste of himself. “Jesus, you gonna greet me like that everytime I come home from work?”

Charlotte takes her hair down, giggling as she smoothes her hands through it, undoing his handiwork. Sure, she might've set the woman's movement back a couple decades by prepping her boyfriend for news he might not wanna hear with a blowjob, but it's not like she wouldn't do it anyway. She just happened to have done it at a time where she needed him in a good mood. “Depends,” she shrugs, swinging her legs over his lap and laying back on the bed to look up at the ceiling. “I…hypothetically might not be home every time you come home.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Lip says absently, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing it. “‘Was kiddin’, Bunny, I don’t like…expect head. I like head. Love it even. Because,” he pulls her further into his lap, gathering her to his chest and pressing slow kisses on her cheek and along her jaw. “It feels sooo good when you do it, but I only want it when you want to do it. Just like, all the time.” he jokes, nudging her jaw with his nose.

Charlotte laughs, wrapping her arm around his neck and cupping his cheek with her free hand. “Yeah? Only every day?”

“Just 25/8, nothing major.” Lip smirks, pretty eyes watching the mirth on his girlfriend’s face, relishing in being the one to make her laugh.

“Well,” Charlotte takes a deep breath, averting her eyes so they won’t meet his, and immediately the joy on Lip’s own face dims, brows furrowing as he searches her expression. “That’ll be difficult.”

He grabs her jaw gently but firmly, forcing her to make eye contact. “Why’re you bein’ weird?” His concern grows even more as he watches her squirm under his gaze, the muscle in his jaw ticking in irritation. “You leavin’ again?”

The woman’s eyes widened at the sound of his voice, the barely contained frustration coupled with the insecurity staining the three words her boyfriend just uttered. His body tense as if he was preparing for a blow. “No, bubba, m’not goin’ anywhere.”

Some of the strain leaves his body, but Lip keeps pushing. “So, what’s the fuckin’ problem, baby? You’re being weird, not finishin’ what you’re tryin’ to say. Is someone fuckin’ with you at work?”

“No!”

“Did I piss you off for real just now?”

“No!” Charlotte huffs, dragging a hand down her face.

Lip sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. “Then what the fuck-no, don’t make that face, m’sorry. I mean, what is the problem then, Charlotte?”

Charlotte winces at the use of her full name in this context, steadying herself for a second before blurting out, “I’m gonna go audition to dance at the club on Wilmington my friend T works at because it pays well and you got a better paying job and I want to too and I wouldn’t do full nude so it’ll just be like, me wearing bikinis and stuff and you shouldn’t be mad.” 

Lip pauses, taking in everything the frantic girl is slurring together and trying to understand what she’s saying. 

Meanwhile, Charlotte absolutely wilts more and more the longer her boyfriend is silent. He doesn’t necessarily look angry, but he didn’t look happy either. She couldn’t stand the silence for much longer. “And I wouldn’t be turning tricks, or anything like that. Obviously.” she adds softly.

The blond suddenly bursts into laughter, all but cackling as he drops his head to her shoulder, his whole body damn near shaking with his chuckles. “Um, fuckin’ yeah obviously you won’t be fucking anyone else, I’d fuckin’ burn the place down.” 

Charlotte ignores the part of herself that is attracted to that absolutely crazy statement. She relaxes against him. “Thank God, so you’re okay with it?”

“Uh, yeah. I mean, it’s not my favorite but there’ll be bouncers, and I’ll pick you up and drop you off, and those fuckers can look, but” he tilts her against his chest, using his free hand to smack her ass, smiling smugly at her squeak. “I get to touch. And I can watch, give you feedback as you practice. Get some discounts on a private dance.”

“Oh honey, this ass is expensive, m’savin’ up to do stuff with my boyfriend.” she hums, pursing her lips.

“Lucky fuckin’ guy.” he jokes. “I can see it now, takin’ you to a nice dinner, gettin’ a violinist and a singer to come over to sing our song to you-”

“Since when have we had a song?” Charlotte laughs, pushing him in his chest, rolling her eyes when he dramatically falls back on the bed, tugging her to lay on top of him. 

“Since now. It's really romantic.” He chuckles, wrapping his arm around her, keeping her close to him and leaning into her ear, singing lowly. “I’m in love with a stripper-” he breaks off into more laughter when Charlotte smacks him with a pillow, pushing it against him over and over. “She slides down the pole and-”

“You don’t even know the words!” the girl shrieks, as he flips them, climbing on top of her, taking the pillow from her and rubbing his hand along her stomach, pushing her shirt up as he goes.

The door to Lip’s room swings open and Lip curses as his girlfriend all but vaults him off of her, tugging her shirt down in case it’s one of the younger kids. He scowls when he sees it’s just Ian, a mocking look on his face and the neck of a beer dangling between his fingers.

“Wanna knock, fuckface?!” Lip growls as his younger brother steps into the room, plopping down on the bed and throwing his arm around Charlotte, who, the traitor, immediately leans into the redhead. 

“Nah, you were done like fifteen minutes ago. You should really look into sound proofing these walls. Anyway-” Ian takes a swig of his beer. “Clear your calendars and put it in your pants, sluts, Mickey’s birthday is on Friday. Half of his piece of shit family is in jail and the other half just sucks. We’re takin’ him out.”

[gaiath]

𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬! 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡

[woah, what happened to you?] Fiona

𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞.

[Can I piss in the pool?] Mickey

[Sit down before you blow another ventricle.] Kevin

[Shut the fuck up.] Ian

[thenerdyfanwriter]

Shameless Masterlist

Key

∆ Fluff | * Smut | ° Angst

Lip Gallagher

Just A Friend Part 1 ° You find a text on Lips phone from Mandy.

Just A Friend Part 2 °∆

After talking to Lip, you and Mandy have a confrontation.

Debbie Gallagher

Love Letters ∆ °

After years of pinning for Debbie, you give up. But someone new catches your eye. (Ft. Carl)

Carl Gallagher

Love Letters ∆ °

After years of pinning for Debbie, you give up. But someone new catches your eye. (Ft. Debbie)

Fiona Gallagher

Nothing Yet...

Veronica Fisher

Nothing Yet...

Kevin Ball

Nothing Yet...

Misc

Untitled ∆

As the fourth oldest Gallagher, Joanna thought she wouldn’t get anywhere in life after graduating. That is until a special letter comes.

[lilacsa]

i want timeskip baji but with kevin ball from shameless’s season 1 hair.

i want the goatee too .

images of kev’s sexy ass for reference: