#author: liam gallagher

[anishake]

(x) "Ant&Dec: Would you change anything, looking back? Noel: Would've made sure Liam was a woman.

Noel: See, I've always wanted a baby sister when Liam was born, which is why I've always hated him. Saying that... He's grown up into a fine woman, so... maybe I've got a sister."

Pairing: Noel Gallagher x Liam Gallagher (Genderbent) / Fanfic series / Rating: Various

By @savageandwise

[ange1sang]

you can rest now. // "home" in shameless season 3

poem by @jovialtorchlight + my edit

[thejuvenilem]

Christmas came early for me, my two fav fics at the moment were updated today and both ended in such a cliffhanger on their previous chapter... thank you authors, you both are amazing people and deserve every good in this life 💜

[iouinotes]

All for you | Carl Gallagher

pairing: Carl Gallagher x female!reader

show: Shameless

warnings: angst, fluff, smut (the reader and Carl are 18 years old in this ff)

summary: Carl is challenged that he can get your money, if he makes you fall in love with him. He loves the challenge until he loves something else more...

authors note: sorry for so many pov switched, I didnt notice it, when I first wrote this ff. Also I haven't had the chance to watch all the seasons yet, but I still hope that Carl's character is somewhat accurate :))

Carl's pov

"Frank, goddamit youre no help! Why are you even lying around here - oh forget it, I don't want to hear it." Fiona's voice echoes in the room, while the entire Gallagher household is present.

The everyday discussion has been going on for too many minutes in which I could have done something better. The damn question “How do we get enough money?”

Lip at college, Ian with his gangster boyfriend, my shitty sister with her kid and then Liam. This family is screwed. No wonder with a father like Frank.

As the argument continues to escalate, I have the misfortune of sitting right next to him.

"You care to share some money, son?" Of course, my attempts to ignore him are unsuccessful.

"The drug trade doesn't always work out so well, but the weapon thing was something. You could give one to your good old dad, you know what the neighborhood is like." I run my hands through my hair in frustration, shaking my head.

"Just get one or two girls pregnant at school, then all of our problems are solved. But she has to be rich. After all, you want to get your hard work paid." Why the hell am I still here?

"You used to be more enthusiastic about my ideas. If you don't want to do play daddy, then use your charm. When I was your age, my cock was enough and the girls were happy."

"Be fucking quiet, no one wants to hear about your pathetic youth." It's no use, he keeps talking.

"I'm only saying, If you make a rich girl fall in love with you, then you can get money to do something nice for your family."

As I get up and walk away from him I take a breath, the tension caused by this idiot sucks.

Still, his words got me thinking. Maybe there's a new girl who would be perfect for this job...

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Your pov

When I moved here, I wasn't sure what to expect. New school, maybe mean classmates and bad cafeteria food. That I might be able to join a group and make friends, people who laugh with me in class or go to the cinema together on weekends.

I was prepared to get lost in the hallways a few times, perhaps to be peppered with embarrassing questions by the teachers. I had even prepared myself for being called a nerd again and therefore spending my lunch breaks alone.

Then things turned out differently. I met two girls who, although they scared me at first with their need to gossip all the time, are good people at heart.

They studied with me (meaning they told me the newest gossip and braided my hair while I did our homework), showed me the city and its pitfalls. I felt comfortable, prepared and confident for what awaited me here.

Oh lord, was I wrong.

On a Thursday in the middle of the week I met a boy who messed everything up. Literally.

I met him when he was running through the halls twenty minutes late, but stupidly didn't pay attention to me, who was about to cross his path. Let's put it this way, it ended with my books on the floor, my jacket hanging off my shoulder, and his hair being a huge mess.

When he looked at me, I expected to hear something like "sorry" or "I'll help you."

You want to know what he said?

"Cute top. Let me know if you need help taking it off."

Then he got up casually and walked into the classroom across the hallway, a grin on his face as if he had won the Bachelor title.

After this encounter two things became very clear to me. 1. Look both ways when crossing the halls and 2. Stop daydreaming about this boy, even if he has beautiful blue eyes.

The first thing worked better than the second.

After a few descriptions, which actually only consisted of "incredibly impudent and incredibly good-looking", it was explained to me who I was dealing with.

Carl Gallagher. A boy who has lived here since he was born, someone who is rumoured to be more dangerous than the Italian Mafia.

Even though I thought that was exaggerated, I quickly realized that I should stay away from him and that he meant trouble.

Aside from the fact that I wasn't going to be in the situation of talking to him again anyway, my eyes couldn't stop themselves from looking at him.

There was something that defined him, something that made me want to watch a grin creep across his face when he made an inappropriate joke, how he would push his blonde hair back and his eyes would shine mischievously, as if he had already planned the next bank robbery.

I wasn't the only one who found his charisma attractive tho, of course not when he looked like one of God's angels, but he never really seemed interested in other girls. At least not with any serious intent, you might hear him flirting or making comments about his free bed, but you would never saw him in a relationship.

He never held hands or kissed anyone, had a real smile on his face or said sweet things, he was just Carl.

Suggestive, hot-tempered and like a flag that proclaimed: Stay away from me, because you will lose this fight.

I also felt that if I continued to watch him, I would lose the battle for platonic feelings towards him too.

"Please don't tell me you're looking at our school bad boy again. You better be careful, he might want to sell you a gun." Kenzie's voice makes me sigh.

"These are just rumors. Besides, it's not my fault, he's just -" Her hand on my shoulder interrupts me.

"We know, you have heart eyes every time you talk about him. There are so many great guys in this world, I'm not saying at this school, but you choose this one?" Her look says more than a thousand words as she looks over at Carl, who is pushing his way trough the crowd.

"I'm not in love, just curious. Those are two different things, okay?" Her eyebrows raise.

"You mean, curious how his lips would feel on yours?" Her laughter at my expression is lost in the sounds of the cafeteria.

"Very funny." I murmur to her, food forgotten on my plate. When the school bell rings, I stand up and pick up my backpack.

"My class is canceled now, but I'm going to the library. Will you meet me later?" As I walk backwards I see her thumbs up and the hearts she makes in Carl's direction. My reaction is two quick middle fingers.

As I walk out of the school building, I check my phone and tie my hair into a braid. The library is a few blocks away and the cool air makes me shiver.

When I get there and wave to the boy at the entrance, I turn to my favorite department. Call it cliche, but I love romance books. I mean, I don't know what it feels like to love someone with all my heart, but that doesn't mean I don't love reading about it.

The books I actually need are a few rows away. History, literature, everything I am assigned to get for school.

As I stroke over a few tapes and finally pull out a book to read the first few pages, I hear a noise next to me that makes me look up. After all, the library is usually a pretty quiet place.

As I look into the familiar blue eyes, I feel my cheeks turn red.

I have to stop myself from staring.

"Always a book in your hand, I see." Oh his voice hasn't changed. I try to shrug casually as I answer, but I'm not sure if it actually works.

"Aren't you going to be late for class again?" At my sarcasm he smiles, he takes a step in my direction which weakens my control over my voice.

"I thought I would learn something somewhere else too." These coded words make me swallow.

"So, you're here often?" I almost think he's not answering me, but maybe I'm just not concentrating, because I'm paying too much attention to every mole on his face.

"Actually, I didn't even know this shitty town had a library." His words make me laugh, but several requests to be quiet around us, make me whisper in response.

"Then why are you here?" I think my breathing stops as his hand brushes my fingers that are still holding the book.

"You're here." I feel my heart beating nervously faster, I probably look pretty confused and when I notice his grin, something flutters in my chest.

"No interest in books, huh?" Can my answer actually be any lamer?

"Dont worry, I have a newfound interest in you."

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Your pov

If someone had told me a few weeks ago that I would become friends with Carl Gallagher, I would have found the idea absolutely crazy. To be honest, I still find the situation insane, but damn my cheeks still turn just as red when he's with me as they did the first time.

It turns out that he really has no interest in books, even though he visited me at the library almost every day since we met in the romance department.

I've never met anyone like him, funny and couragous without any reserve, always looking for trouble, acting self-confident. But also sweet.

He's like a current that pulls you along, like a wind that blows so hard that you fly with it. He feels like freedom and it is wonderful.

He makes me laugh, he carries my books, plays with my hair, walks home with me. In such a short time I feel like he didn't knock on the doors to my heart, instead he made a home there.

Maybe this is what it feels like to fall in love.

It's not a gentle announcement, more of a realization that makes you incredibly desperate and happy at the same time.

But with him I actually just feel happy.

"Ready, sunshine?" As soon as I come out of the classroom, he comes towards me and takes my bag from me. My heart jumps at his gesture, which feels like winning the Olympics.

"You're crazy, where do you even want to go?" He has something planned but won't tell me. When he puts his arm around my shoulder and I lean against him, I get a few sideways glances from our classmates.

Carl ignores everyone like always, it's crazy but the way he's so confident is pretty attractive to me.

"Does the guy in your cheesy books also tell you where they go on dates? I bet not, so just wait."

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"It feels like you're kidnapping me."

I feel his smile on my back and have to giggle quietly at his response.

"Mh, I plan to do that. But only for a few hours, otherwise my head will roll tomorrow. Your father takes your curfew pretty seriously."

I feel his hands on my hips, guiding me forward, hear the birds chirping around us, but can't figure out where we're going.

"Just a few more steps, baby. Then you'll see." As he promised, it is only a few meters away and when I see a small, calm lake, my mouth falls open in surprise.

"Carl, oh my God! It's wonderful here, thank you so much." I turn around in his grip and look at him, his smile reflects the love that I feel.

"Yeah? How much do you like it?" As his eyes focus on my lips, I feel a tingling feeling in my stomach. Slowly, my fingers stroke his chest and I see him swallow, even though he tries to hide it.

"I think it's incredibly beautiful here, I love it. And...I really like you." I shyly lower my gaze, my words are met with an unknown silence that makes me anxious after a few seconds. But when I look up at him again, he pushes a strand of my hair out of my face.

"To me, you are much more beautiful than this sight. I like you too and I thought that was pretty obvious." I smile broadly, butterflies fly around in my stomach and as the sun illuminates his face, I feel incredibly happy.

"You're so nice to me, I don't know how I deserve this." An expression crosses his face, but when I blink he smiles at me again.

"After all, you are the first person who explained the topics for the history exam to me, without giving up." My hand cups his cheek.

"I wouldn't give you up, you've become too important to me." As I stand on my tiptoes, our lips brush, his hand is on my back and pushes me closer to him.

"You are an angel." With his words we kiss and everything else around us blurs, only he remains. Everything is unimportant except him, standing in front of me, so handsome, that it is difficult not to look at him.

"Come on, let's go for a swim." As he pulls me towards the lake, you can hear our loud laughter in the air.

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Carl's pov

"When are you going to collect the money? You've been with her for the last three months and nothing has come of it." Frank's annoying voice frustrates me more than anything else.

"I am working on it. Besides, she's actually really caring." When I see the dismissive hand gesture in my direction, I roll my eyes.

"You are completely wrong, son. A person is there for a certain period of time, but money? Money accompanies you throughout your life, especially if you buy beautiful bottles of the best alcohol."

I sink into the sofa, but want to turn away when I feel his hand on my shoulder.

"If you put it off any longer, it will be harder to get out of the situation. Girls your age will start planning to get married, if you stay with them for months."

But when he leaves, I feel conflicted. Can I really do this to her?

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Carl's pov

"Happy birthday!" Her voice makes me jump and, confused, I turn around on the bench to look into her excited eyes.

"Why are you jumping around like that? Are you practicing for cheerleading?" I'm making fun of her, but the smile on her face doesn't fade.

"No, idiot. I'm just really curious to see how you react to your gift." My breath catches for a moment as I take in her words.

"You got me something?" When she leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek while pressing the bag into my lap, I start to smile too.

"Open!" Her encouragement breaks me out of my trance and I quickly tear up the paper, looking at the tickets with wide eyes.

"But...these tickets cost a fortune? Did you sell your liver or something?" When I look at her, she smiles back at me.

"I talked to my dad and he agreed that you deserve something special for your birthday. Are you happy?" As I look at the cards, I suddenly feel a pang in my heart. It must be showing on my face, because her happiness is also fading away.

"Do you not like it? I thought it was your favorite team? I can get you something else." When I look at her, I quickly pull her between my legs and kiss her.

"Shh, breathe angel. It's perfect, thank you. And well, your father. It's just a lot of money." Her hands play with the fabric of my shirt.

"You always say that. Do you have problems at home, with money, I mean? I've never been to your place, I don't even know where you live." What should I say to her now?

"It's okay." Her raised eyebrows look at me reproachfully, making me sigh.

"Each of us has to contribute a certain amount of money every month and if I don't sell fucking drugs, it will be tight." Her astonished look makes me pause and I gently stroke her arms.

Before I can say anything else, she kisses me. I look at her in surprise.

"What's that for?" She smiles shyly, looks at the floor for a moment before looking at me again.

"You're just so honest, I admire that. And that you've never asked me for anything, you know. That I lend you some money."

Fuck. Shit. What do I say?

"Yeah, I mean, I don't want to burden you with that-" but she interrupts me again, her concentrated expression makes me curious.

"What's going on in your pretty head?" My hands wander over her sides.

"It's the end of the month, how much are you missing?" I frown in confusion, but when she doesn't let it go, I tell her the amount.

"$240, the rest I earned by helping in the neighborhood." But despite the high sum, she just nods, looks at me again and gives me another kiss.

"Okay, maybe I'll be your sugar mommy." I have to laugh at the absurdity, but the longer she grins at me, the more I think she means it.

"What, are you serious? Thats fucking crazy, how am I supposed to pay you back?" Her eyes look around, but since the classroom is relatively empty during recess, she finds herself between my legs again. She slowly lets her hand wander down my stomach until she squeezes my cock through my clothes and I close my eyes in delight.

"Hmm, maybe you could help me relax between classes." Her eyes sparkle mischievously and I look at her with a grin.

"Anything you want, sugar."

Let's put it this way, the next few weeks the breaks were filled with kissing in the back corner of the classroom, dry humping on the toilet or Carl doing his best to pleasure me with his tongue in the caretaker's room, like now.

"Ahh-, Carl. I'll cum if you keep that up." His head has disappeared under my skirt, his fingers are stroking the bare skin of my thigh and the sinful movements of his tongue are making me see stars.

As he adds a finger and runs it over my folds, slowly until he inserts it, he looks at me again.

"You coming for me? Yeah, be a good girl or do you want to get caught by the old janitor grandpa spreading your legs for me?" As my eyes roll back, he pumps another finger into me, scissoring it thoroughly and hitting that sweet spot inside me.

When I moan loudly, he grins.

"You like that? Just wait until I bury my cock in you and you cant walk straight afterwards, so that everyone will notice." When his finger presses my clitoris, I see white and as I come I try to muffle the sounds with my hand over my mouth.

When I get off my high, I blindly search for my panties. But Carl beats me first.

"Hmm, no. I think I'll keep it as a little souvenir. Maybe you can get it back when you come to my house later." I don't know what surprises me more: that he wants me to run around exposed at school or that I'm invited to his house for the first time.

"Really? I'd like to come." But he interprets my words differently, his fingers stroke my entrance again and I moan and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Very well and for a very long time." When the bell rings, he lets go of me and I whimper slightly.

"Carl-" but he interrupts me by pulling back and straightening my skirt.

"I'm sure our agreement was between recess, now it's class time. Come on, I'll make it up to you later."

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Your pov

As we ride the bus toward his home, I take his hand and intertwine our fingers.

"But don't expect a mansion or any of that shit." Ever since we left school, he has been bad-mouthing his hometown every free minute he has.

"Don't worry, I'll only have eyes for you anyway." The statement makes him laugh and he relaxes a little. As we get out and walk a little way along the street, we are watched by a few people.

"Why are so many people staring at us?" When he look at me, I'm obviously confused.

"Not everyone here wears designer clothes that cost several thousand dollars. If you come here more often, they'll call you a princess." Giggling, I slap him on the arm and as we climb the stairs to his house, I look around curiously.

"So this is where you grew up." His shoulders shrug casually, but I see him trying to gauge my reaction.

"Yeah, where in the world could it be nicer?" I laugh at his sarcastic comment and we both smile at each other as we enter the house.

I hear him calling into the house, then a girl with red hair appears, carrying a baby.

"You must be Debbie, the little one is so adorable." When I hold out my hand, she just looks at Carl with her eyebrows still raised.

"What did you do to end up with her? Also my daughter's name is Franny and yes, I know condoms exist." Surprised, I don't know exactly how to answer, so I leave it to Carl.

"My tongue is magic, Debs. Too bad you won't find out yourself anytime soon, Derek has moved away. By the way, Franny seems hungry." I'm unsure of the dynamic between the two of them, as she turns away and walks away, I resist the urge to say goodbye.

"That was...nice." His hand pulling me towards the stairs distracts me.

"She's a real ray of sunshine, come on. The others aren't back yet, so you can be as loud as you want this time."

When we get upstairs, he leads me into his room and I look at the magazines, posters and little things scattered everywhere.

"Cleaning and you are definitely not friends, huh?" I laugh at my joke, but Carl has other plans than letting me inspect his room.

He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me against the closed door, my breath catches as his eyes find mine.

"Do you want to keep playing housemaid? Then put on a damn maid costume, otherwise keep your eyes on me." At his stern voice, I press my thighs together and, grinning, I drag my fingers across his chest once again.

"Would you like that? Me on the floor, my ass in the air, and no underwear? Oh wait, what a coincidence that I'm not wearing any now either." His eyebrows raise, I see his eyes darken with lust.

"Let's save this little fantasy for another time, right now I just want to see you on my cock." Smiling, I lean towards him and start kissing him. I loosen the belt I bought him and pull him closer to me by his waistband.

"I think I did well today. After all, I didn't complain about getting through the school day without underwear. Do I get my reward now?" Grinning, he takes off my top and looks at my lace bra.

"Everything you want." He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses his way along my thighs, lifts my skirt and presses a kiss to my folds. Slowly he moves his tongue higher and kisses my stomach, I lean my head against the door.

"Does that feel good?" I just nod, burying my hand in his hair as he puts his mouth on me again.

"Ahh- Carl, I want you now." His fingers stretch me, the wetness running down my legs, making me tremble.

"You got me, sweetheart. What do you want me to do?" His head lifts to look at me and I place my fingers around his chin, seeing the moisture on his lips.

"I've been prepared enough, I want your dick now. Let's see if it's as magical as your tongue." Grinning, he stands up and lifts me up, lays me on my back on his bed and lies down between my legs.

He places a few kisses on my legs, then stretches up on his elbows so he's hovering over me. Then he kisses my cheek and my lips, lets his tongue slide over them and lets me taste myself.

I run my fingers through his blonde hair and pull his body closer to me. When he pulls a condom out of his pocket, I hold my breath.

"You still want to do this?" His look calms all the worries I had. I nod, stroking my fingers over his heated cheek.

"I trust you." His next kiss is passionate, his hands gliding over my body, caressing every bit of exposed skin. I lift my back off the mattress and let him take off my bra. His head lowers to run his tongue over my navel. As he sucks on them, I moan softly.

One of his hands starts kneading my breasts and when I try to take off my skirt, he stops me.

"Leave it on, okay?" I kiss him in response.

His hand strokes my sides and my own hands rest on his shoulders as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.

"Ready, baby?" When I agree, he presses himself into me and for a moment I have to squint my eyes because it hurts.

Then I feel several gentle kisses on my cheek, my forehead and my lips. His attempts to distract me work and as I become more and more relaxed, he slides further into me.

Slowly he presses his hips against me, the stretch so great that I can feel him all the way into my stomach. He waits for a moment, whispering sweet things in my ears until they get dirty and I beg him to move.

My hands wrap around his shoulders as he thrusts into me for the first time, the air around us thickening as he grunts and a moan escapes me.

"You're doing so well, God, you feel so good." His hips move faster and faster, the pleasure spreads through my body and the wetter I feel, the easier he slides in and out of me.

"You are perfect, my perfect girl. Do you feel good?" His hands stroke my skin, gently pinching my nipples, playing with them and making me squirm beneath him.

As he grips my hips and pushes himself harder into me, my head starts to spin. My noises get louder.

"Carl- god, please go harder" And so he does, the room is filled with the sounds of our bodies and sweat forms on us.

"Baby, do you want to ride me? You have such pretty thighs." I nod and when he pulls out of me I can't think clearly, I just want him to fill me up again.

He leans back and as I stabilize myself on his shoulders, I sink back onto him. The feeling is even better that my eyes roll back. His hands grasp my hips, helping me move.

"That's right, baby. You're doing so good, riding my cock like the good girl you are." At his words, I tighten my grip on him and he curses as I move harder on top of him.

The faster I go, the more exhausting it becomes, but as I feel a knot forming in my stomach, I ride him so fast just to chase my pleasure.

Then suddenly as he hits my spot inside me over and over again, I go boneless on him and melt in his arms. My come drips all over him and as he continues to fuck me, reaching his own climax, I tremble in his grip.

"Just a few more thrusts, baby. Ah, keep holding on to me." Even though I have lost my strength, I move on him a few more times until he comes and I lay my head on his shoulder.

We're both breathing heavily, but everything feels so good, so warm and comfortable, that I don't want to move a single muscle anymore.

He carefully pulls out of me, I moan slightly at the loss. He gently lays me back on his pillow and gives me a kiss before throwing the condom away.

He pulls the blanket over us and puts his arm around me to pull me closer. I snuggle up to him and feel so safe that I quickly press my lips to his skin.

"That was wonderful." He also presses a kiss on my hair.

"That was incredible, you are the best. I can't wait to do it again." Our embrace becomes tighter. For a moment the room is silent.

When I whisper his name, he hums in response.

"I know it's cliche to say something like that after the first time. But I just feel it so much that it hurts to keep it to myself. I love you." As I lie on his chest I hear his heart stop for a moment and then it starts beating much faster.

"I- no one has ever said that to me before." When I raise my head and look at him, he doesn't look at me. Instead, his eyes are fouced on the ceiling.

"I just want you to know. I don't want to put any pressure on you to say it. I just thought you should hear it. You know, now that things are serious between us." Again he is silent and I start to worry, but then he looks at me.

"You are truly the most incredible person I have ever met. I consider myself very lucky." He smiles at me, then leans down and we kiss for a moment. It feels like heaven.

We lay there for a few minutes, just cuddling and telling each other how our day was. We laugh and as the sun slowly sets, I start to get dressed.

"I wish I could stay here with you. But you know what my parents are like." He leans back on his elbow, watching me get dressed and contact my parents to pick me up.

"Hmm, I think we would do it again. If you stayed here tonight, I mean." I smile at him, sit down on his bed for a moment and ruffle his hair.

"I wouldn't mind, darling." The nickname makes him blush and when he leans forward to kiss me, I playfully push him away.

"I have to go, are you coming down with me?" He nods, feigning annoyance, and as we walk out of his room, he puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him.

He steals his kiss there, but more than that he steals my heart.

We smile at each other and for this moment everything is just perfect. We go downstairs and just as we are back in the living room we hear a door open loudly.

A visibly drunk man stumbles in. I see Carl tense up next to me, staring at the stranger angrily. I quietly lean towards him to whisper my question.

"Who is that?" When he rolls his eyes, I get a bad feeling.

"That's my father, great isn't it?" The man in front of me is dirty, has unkempt hair and an unpleasant smile on his face.

"Should I ask my parents if you can stay overnight?" My gaze is more focused on the man than on Carl.

But he just shakes his head, and just as he is about to answer, the man sees us too.

"Oh, my son! It's so good to see you, not really, but I'll take your bed. Fiona has mine. Is that your little girlfriend? She looks expensive, very good catch. How much money did you rip her off? I hope it's worth it to go through all this drama." I frown in confusion, but when Carl freezes next to me, I become uncertain.

"What does he mean by that?" This time my gaze is directed solely at Carl.

"Nothing, he's drunk-" but before he can finish, the man does.

"How rude of me, I am Frank. The proud father of this child, at least one of my descendants has made something of himself and used his talent. He has my good genes, the good looks and I teach him the tricks. Like exploiting an innocent, very very rich girl for money. It doesn't bother you, I hope? You seem to have enough, but I hope my son returns the favor to you."

The words catch me so off guard that I can't move. I don't believe anything this man says until I see the guilty look on Carl's face.

"W-what? That's a lie, right? Tell me he's lying, Carl." As he runs his hands through his hair and tries to answer me, Frank speaks again.

"Oh, you haven't confessed to her yet? My fault, I should have waited. I didn't think you would humiliate this girl for so long. I told you this wouldn't end well." But Carl ignores him completely when he notices me moving away from him.

"Wait, I'm sorry. It wasn't like that-" But I interrupt him, already feeling tears gathering in my eyes.

"So what happened? You act like you don't want any money from me and-" Carl's look becomes frustrated.

"You offered me your money! You said if I matched it, everything would be fine for you." I'm almost speechless, is this all a nightmare?

"Are you serious? I offered it to you because you weren't asking for it. And now I find out it was your plan from the beginning? You just talked to me, just spent time with me to get my money? Who does that?" Frank's voice intervenes.

"I invented the strategy, my dear. It's turning out to be quite useful." But I don't pay attention to him, I just look at Carl.

"Please, I'm sorry. Yes, it was meant that way in the beginning, but it's different now. I-" My tears flow when he admits it and any feeling of happiness disappears. All that remains is betrayal and sadness.

"You what? What am I saying, you were probably happy that I only wanted you in return. I'm such an idiot. You didn't just take my money, you took my first time too!" As he comes towards me, I step back.

"Listen to me, I didnt force you to do all this for me. You wanted it." The more he talks the more desperate I feel and the greater my anger becomes.

"You idiot! I thought you liked me! I thought you finally noticed me too." My sobs get louder and my vision blurs. When he tries to grab my face, I slap him.

"My cue to go. I can see that you're sorting it out between yourselves just fine." Frank's footsteps fading away are nothing compared to the sound of my heart breaking.

"I like you, I really like you. At first it wasn't my intention to start a relationship with you, but then I got to know you and-" Every word that escapes him is only worse.

"Stop talking! You know what the worst thing is that I liked you for so long before you even talked to me. And I thought it was a miracle when you first spoke to me in the libary. I should have listened to the others, you only care about yourself!" I wipe the tears from my cheeks, wishing I could be anywhere but here.

Then before he can say anything, I turn around and run out of the house. But I hear him following me.

"Wait! Don't just walk away, I have to get this straight. Hey!" He catches me, turns me around and holds my tear-stained face in his hands.

"I'm an idiot, I know that. I'm sorry for hurting you. I- God, I love you. You hear me? I love you too. Please stay." But I just shake my head and try to free myself from his grip.

"How do I know if that isn't a lie too? You've betrayed me, I can't talk to you now." When my car pulls up, I get in without turning around. I don't look back, even though his loud curse can be heard throughout the whole neighborhood.

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Your pov

I spend the next few days without saying much, but I cried almost the whole time.

I miss him incredibly, not a day has gone by in the last few months when I haven't seen him and now I've been alone for three days.

I wish he was here, but on the other hand I am so hurt and feel terrible. He is the reason for this.

I wish I had never found out. I wish he had never done it, never lied to me. Didn't use me for money, but worst of all, I don't know if he even likes me.

Today is the first day that I go back to school. Even though I put on make-up, choose a nice outfit and listen to my favorite songs to distract myself, I can only think of him.

His blonde hair, his beautiful eyes, the way his lips felt. How he felt inside me. Then I remember that he loves me and how he finally said it, something I have wanted to hear for so long.

But then I think about what he did and everything feels empty again.

As I enter the school, my friends come to meet me. They already know what happened, they all hug me and I feel a little better.

Until I see him.

And he sees me too. It takes all my effort to avert my gaze. To get my books out of my cupboard, but then I have to stop because he is not standing next to me offering to carry them.

I take it myself, close my door, but before I can go any further, he is standing in front of me. My heart stops. Oh, how his eyes shine.

"Do you need help?" His eyes focus on the books and I have to swallow several times before I can answer.

"No, I have to go to class now." But as I try to walk past him, he stops me.

"You don't answer my texts, you don't call me back. I'm not allowed into your house and you avoid me at school. What can I do? Please tell me what I need to do, so you forgive me." I laugh, but it is without humor.

"What can you do? Move."

I can see his shock, but he still doesn't step aside.

"Can't you hear me? I said-" but he walks toward me until I'm forced to lean my back against the lockers.

His eyes find mine.

"I can't sleep. And when I do, I dream of you. There's a - a hole in my heart that only you can fill. It hurts and I hate not being with you. It's even worse to be here, when you don't look at me the way you usually do. You don't smile at me, God, you don't look like you're in love with me anymore. It's hell."

Tears gather in my eyes, his words are so desperate, it hurts to see him like this.

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you took advantage of me. Before you slept with me." A tear runs down my cheek and I know my mascara is smudging.

"I know, I know. And I feel so bad, I'll do anything to make it right. Just tell me."

When I look into his eyes, my heart also hurts.

"Move, Carl. I can't see you now." This time he lets go of me and I go to class with tears in my eyes.

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Your pov

It's been four weeks since we last spoke, but it doesn't hurt any less to see him. Even if I don't let him talk to me, he doesn't give up.

He puts flowers in my locker, chocolate, and notes full of apologies and sweet promises.

Everything warms my heart, but it still feels like this money thing is unresolved between us. I know now that he likes me, very much in fact, as he makes it clear, but that doesn't change the real problem.

That he used me for my money.

As I leave school that day, I feel exhausted and, as I often do, I wish I had his arms around me.

Holding me tight, his lips kissing me, loving me.

As I wait for my father's car, I suddenly hear his familiar throat clearing. With my heart pounding, I turn around and see him smiling uncertainly at me.

"I know what I had to do and now I've done it. Here." He gives me an envelope and I take it uncertainly.

"Carl, your letters are flattering, but-" He quickly interrupts me.

"No, it's something else. Open it." The deja vu hits me unexpectedly and I slowly open the envelope, the content leaves me speechless.

"What is that supposed to be?" It's rhetorical, but I ask anyway.

"All the money I owe you. What you've kindly given me, I pay it back. Every cent. You can count." He looks so proud, I almost have to laugh.

"How- did you rob a bank?" He grins contentedly at my reaction.

"An old grandma." This time I laugh and he comes closer to me, slowly taking my hands.

"No, seriously. How did you do that?" He looks at me lovingly.

"Working in the kitchen every day after school, I found a part-time job with Fiona. The payment is bad, but it was worth it. I understand that money was the problem and well, that I wasn't honest to you." As I lower the envelope, we look at each other.

"Promise, no more secrets?"

He smiles and suddenly the world is a brighter place.

"Promise, but we continue one of our agreements." I raise my eyebrows questioningly, seeing him grin as he leans toward me, his breath brushing against my lips and he whispers:

"I'll still spend my breaks with you in the janitor's room."

The laughter that escapes me gets interrupted, when his lips meet mine.

[imaginesbymonika]

From the dining table | Part 8

Pairing: Damon Albarn × Gallagher! Reader

Plot: Everyone's favorite topic during the '90s and 'OOs; Y/N Gallagher. The mysterious and beautiful younger sister of the two loud brothers rarely spoke during interviews but played the guitar like no one else. And even though she never said a word about her dating-life, the list of her rumored boyfriends kept growing longer with each passing year. Yet, there was one name in particular that just kept on popping up...

Previous part | Masterlist

(1999)

Y/N stares at him from her spot at their table. The Marlboro cigarette between her fingers is burning down on its own. She lost interest in smoking a few minutes ago anyway. She couldn’t care less. Damon meanwhile is slowly swaying while singing into the microphone.

“Take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me. So we can start over again.”, his smooth and delicate voice cracks while her upper lip twitches. He sings in a manner that’s almost identical to how he used to speak to her in their bedroom. Y/N hears how her two brothers are giggling at his mistake while she quickly licks her lips. Finally, she brings the nearly finished cigarette back up to her lips. She notices the ashes on the tablecloth and quickly wipes them away, leaving behind a black stain.

“Oh we can start over again.”

A pained sigh leaves her lips as she tries her best to clean up the mess she made, however, the more she moves her hand over the fabric the bigger the stain gets. This could be used as a metaphor in a song. She makes a mental note to talk to Noel about it later.

„Oh we can start over again.“

Damon has to be joking, right? There’s no fucking way in hell he’s meaning any of that shit. Maybe he didn’t even write it. A deep and hurt scoff leaves her lips. He never even picked up the phone when she made an effort to phone him. She wanted to make up. She didn’t want to fight. She wanted to tell him that she was more than okay to go public with him; screw her stupid brothers. They’re always out and cheating on their girlfriends anyway- what do they know about love? Nothing! That’s right. Nothing.

“Y/N?”, Liam asks and wrinkles his eyebrows. His eyes are observing her hand and he tilts his head in confusion. But the second he glances at her face and notices the tears in her eyes the smile on his lips fades away:” Shit, birdie. What’s wrong with ya?”

Y/N wants Damon. She wants him so bad, it physically crushes her. God, when she looks at him she can virtually see the claw marks she has left behind on his soul. But now, what difference would any declaration of truth make? His girlfriend is pregnant. You can’t turn back time.

(2024)

Y/N yawns while laying her head on her assistant's shoulder. It’s 4 am; their plane is leaving in 2 hours. As much as she adores London, she always misses the seaside the second she leaves it. “You want to grab breakfast on our way?”, Max asks and she looks up at the man with a smile on her face. “That’s why I pay you. God, you’re smart.” He only laughs at that.

“You can wait at the hall while I do the checkout.”, Max says while they both step out of the elevator. Y/N only nods while pulling her suitcase behind her.

“No, I am not leaving!” “Sir, please. You’ve been here since midnight. Don’t make us call the authorities!” “I don’t care, call ‘em. I am not leaving!”

Y/N wrinkles her forehead as she walks around the corner. Only to see Damon Albarn having a heated discussion with a staff member of the hotel. She stops dead in her tracks. What the fuck is he doing here?

Damon rolls his eyes and looks away. However, once he does he meets Y/N’s gaze. He instantly improves his posture “Sir?”, the woman in front of him asks but he merely shakes his head.

“I’ve found what I am looking for.”

[theitgirlnetwork]

Better

Chapter 1: Not A Nice Guy

Authors Note: Did you miss me? Lol be patient with me y'all, I'm building a universe and have a couple more white boys of the month to add to it xoxo See the post before this one for Charlotte Fisher's aesthetic (its not my fave and I'll probably make a better one soon. Ofc you can imagine her as you want, but occasionally her appearance will be described. This chapter is short but they'll usually be longer :)

“First shower!” 

“Fuck that! You’ve had it first everyday this week!” 

“Yeah, neither of you are getting it, Carl needs it more.” Fiona sighs, picking up a toy fire engine that almost took her out laying on the floor in the hallway. “Ian, you need the phone today don’t you? It’s yours if you can take Liam this morning. Lip, take out the trash will you?”

“Debs!” 

“No,” Fiona huffs, shoving her brother’s shoulder. “I asked you, not Debbie. She’s helping with breakfast.” 

“Fucksake.” The blond groans, tightening his pajama pants and jogging down the stairs to grab the trash bag. He snags a cigarette off of the counter, letting it hang loosely in his mouth as he heads out the door. “Heavy ass bag.”

Lip’s head shoots up when he hears a clatter coming from the direction of Kev and V’s house. “Ow! My nail.” a feminine voice whines. 

Lip drops the trash in the bin and crosses over their connecting grass to look into their driveway. “You alright, V-” he’s caught off by the sight of a pretty girl in a short skirt, dragging a suitcase from the trunk of Kev’s car, clothes spilling out, a bright pink thong on the ground in front of them. “Not V. What, is Kev having an affair or somethin’?”

The girl’s head shoots up, revealing big brown eyes and pouty pink lips, her silky black hair bouncing with the sharp movement. “What? No. I’m not-”

“New foster kid, then?” He questions, tearing his eyes away from her to glance at the ground again, eyeing the underwear and chuckling lowly when she squeals, slamming her foot over it to cover it. 

“No!” she yelps, dragging her foot closer to her before clearing her throat. “No. I’m Charlotte Fisher. V’s my cousin.” The girl rolls her shoulders back to stand up straight, completely letting go of the suitcase and letting it clatter to the ground, releasing a helpless laugh at her own expense. The sound rings in Lip’s ear. Sighing she holds her hand out for him to shake. 

He takes her soft hand into his rougher one, careful not to squeeze too hard as he shakes her hand. “Oh yeah? Lip Gallagher.” The girl snorts, quickly taking her hand back to cover her mouth while Lip absently wonders how many different sounds she was going to make in this encounter and how many more he could get her to make. “Somethin’ funny?”

“I’m sorry…just…your parents named you Lip?” Her giggles get louder and Lip just stands there. He doesn’t know what to do. If anyone else laughed in his face like this, he’d crack their jaw. Or call them a bitch and flip them off, cause hey, his sister taught him not to hit women. 

But this…he didn’t care. He just liked the sound of her laughing. Even if it was at his expense. But whether he liked the sound or not, that didn’t get rid of the heat on the back of his neck. “It’s actually Phillip. Lip is short for Phillip.”

“Phillip.” Charlotte smiles, leaning against the car, jumping a little when the alarm sounds. Her hands cover her ears as she squeezes her eyes shut. 

“Damn it, Lottie!” V comes running out of the house, tugging on her robe, car keys jingling in her hands, turning the alarm off. “I told you to wait for Kev.”

Brown eyes go wide, and pink lips turn downward slightly. “No, I know, but I needed to change my clothes, and take a shower.”

“Could’ve borrowed some of my clothes.” V shrugs, tossing a bra back into the spilled suitcase.

Charlotte stares down at her feet, tilting her weight from one hip to another. “Didn’t want to.”

“Why the hell not?” V says incredulously. 

Lip snorts, shaking his head. 

“Somethin’ funny, blondie?”

“Nah, V, I was just tellin’ your cousin here, that I’d take her bags in.” 

“Oh yeah? Bet you were, take it inside and put it in the living room, Kev will take it the rest of the way. Charlotte, you can use the bathroom upstairs.” Her eyes follow the younger woman inside before her hand shoots out to stop Lip from following her in, gripping the back of the wife beater he has on. “Don’t even think about it, Lip. I’m serious.”

“Think about what?” the blond shrugs, leaning to the left to look over V’s shoulder at Charlotte’s ass as she heads up the stairs.

“Hey, hey!” she snaps her fingers in front of his face. “She’s a nice girl. And she doesn’t need any of the Gallagher bullshit.” 

“Isn’t your best friend a Gallagher?”

“Hm,” she pauses, tapping her chin sarcastically. “Well, if Fi starts eye fucking my cousin I’ll let her. Bag down, then outta my house.”

Lip rolls his eyes, hauling the other bag under his shoulder. “Heard you.” 

And he had. Heard her. Lip respects V…and sometimes Kev. They should know better than to move a hot, of age girl next door to him. She’s 19, only a year younger than Lip, pretty face, body, well, she’s got V’s genes. That’s all of the information he got from the recon Carl did for him. It was perfect.

So that’s how he got here, standing outside of Kev and V’s house, throwing rocks at the window to the spare bedroom because suddenly, V started locking the front door. The window creaks open and suddenly a head full of black shiny hair falls through. “Phillip? What are you doing?”

“I am…” he glances around, checking for any sign of V. “takin’ you out. Show you around this shithole.” 

“I would like to but I can’t.” She hums. 

“Any reason why?” Lip places his hands on his hips. Charlotte disappears back into the house but leaves the window open. “Did V say something? Because I think she’s just menstruating or something, she’s generally one of my biggest fans.”

“Nope!” She chirps, bounding out of the front door, pulling on a pink blazer over a white dress. “But I’m job hunting.”

“Don’t you look cute.” Lip smirks, reaching over and adjusting the girl’s collar. He eyes the clean fabric and all he could think about is wanting to dirty it and rip it apart with his hands “Where you interviewing at?”

“A couple different places.” she hums. “M’Staying with V and Kev for a while so I can be on my own. You know, learn how to be independent. It’s what my parents want. I’ve got a list see.” She pulls out a crumpled piece of paper with little characters on the side, turning it to show Lip. “Lots of ‘em, see?”

Lip takes the paper, scanning over it before looking the girl up and down. “You dance?”

“I dunno, sometimes? Why does that matter?” The girl asks, pulling out a pink rhinestone bedazzled phone. “Signal sucks.”

“Not that kind of dancin’ at least three of these places are strip clubs. Don’t seem like the type-”

Charlotte gasps, leaning closer to lip to eye the paper again, letting him smell the sweet scent of vanilla. “Which ones?”

“I’ll get rid of them.” he smiles, ripping part of the paper. “There we go, that leaves a few.”

“Any drug fronts or prostitution rings on here I should know about?” She asks, tilting her head as she looks at the remaining places on the list.

Lip glances back at his house, where Mandy was no doubt asleep in his room. Blue eyes scan the window carefully before he dips his head imploringly at the girl, wetting his bottom lip. “How about I go with you, we’ll hang out.”

A dimpled, shy smile appears as Charlotte looks off to the side, “Dunno.”

“Okay, I mean it’s up to you, I’m just from here, and you’re new, just lookin’ out for a family friend.” he shrugs. Lip could all but feel her wide eyes following her as he walked slowly back toward his house with absolutely no intention of going inside. Three…two…

“Hey, Phillip? Wait.”

“Yeah?”

She rocks on her feet, grinning at him widely. “Would you come with me?”

Lip lets his eyes scan the woman one more time, letting a wolfish smile spread across his face. “Um…yeah, sure.”

“And this would be your uniform.” The greasy manager leers, dangling the outfit on the hanger in Charlotte’s face. 

Lip chuckles to himself quietly around a tooth pick, watching as she studies the skimpy outfit. Skin tight baby tee and matching elastic booty shorts that are barely enough fabric to not be considered panties, pretty covered up compared to the other outfits the rest of the southside shithead managers had dangled in the girl’s face all afternoon. Her manicured nails pinch at the fabric as a line forms between her furrowed brows.

“I-is this what all of your servers wear?” 

“The ones that look like you, honey. But if you like, I’m sure I could find you somethin’ smaller.”

“What?”

As much as he was enjoying the show, he’d rather not watch this gross old fuck mess with the untouched forbidden fruit when he was trying to get there first. He’d noticed throughout their little day out that Charlotte wasn’t the brightest. Functioned just fine but didn’t know how to bargain for shit. The fact that she’d graduated high school put her miles above most of the fuckers out here but she didn’t seem to know that. V and Kev gave her free reign to figure out her own situation. She also didn’t know that her cute little pink resume wasn’t what was getting all of these middle-aged, sweaty assholes to offer her jobs that she could literally start tonight. “You…uh, you don’t wanna take him up on that, alright?”

Charlotte studies Lip’s face, shifting closer to him unconsciously while wrapping her arms around herself and pouting. “Nothin’ left on the list.” she sighs loudly and tucks the uniform under her arm. “I’ll take it.”

“Perfect!” the man claps. “See you at 8. That’s when we have our rush. Bring your fine ass and we’ll make you some cash, honey.” 

Charlotte huffs out another sigh and whirls around to slip past Lip and out of the office, both men’s eyes following her as she goes. “Those damn Fisher genes, huh? Try not to Gallagher that all up before anyone else gets a crack at it, will you?”

“Yeah, fuck you too, Alan. I’ll be back at 8 too, save a table for me.”

“So, uh, back home?” Lip asks, shoving his hands in his pockets once he catches up to Charlotte. 

“Yeah, guess so. I need to get ready for work. This is gonna be my first job.” she chirps, bouncing in her step next to him. 

“Really?” he drawls. He’s completely unsurprised, he can read privilege on her from a mile away. Maybe not a gold spoon in her mouth but definitely a silver one. “What’d you do for your mom and pops to push you out?”

“Oh, nothing. They just want me to grow up and be independent. I wanted to too! And V, I’ve always wanted to be just like her-”

Oh I’d pay to see that. “Really?” 

“Yeah.” she hums. “What about you, Phillip? Where do you work? Are you in school?”

“Um…here and there. Did the school thing, finished the part that mattered.” he shrugs, quietly ushering her to walk on the side of the sidewalk further away from the road. “I do what I can to get by.”

“Fiona told me that you’re smart. You really helped me today, it must be true.” 

Course she met Fiona. No need to wonder why she’d never introduced me. “Yeah, I can read and write. A little addition and subtraction. What else she tell you about me?”

“Um, you’re the second oldest and help her take care of Ian, Debbie, Carl and Liam. Right? I wish I had siblings, all I have is cousins and I was only ever close to V.”

“Yeah? It was lonely out there in…”

“Great Falls, Virginia.” silky black hair falls over her shoulder as she tilts it pensively. “Well I was with Mom and Dad, so, not lonely.”

“Mom, dad and boyfriend?” 

Charlotte looks over at him, both of their mouths slowly spreading into a smile. “Sometimes. Not right now.” Not that it matters to me. “Do you have a girlfriend or was this day out you trying to get a date with me?”

“No girlfriend and maybe a little. Cute things like you don't usually stumble into our hood.” The two of them round the corner into their neighborhood and Lip tries to pull ahead to see if Mandy’s hanging out in the yard. “So how about it?”

“‘Bout what?” she smiles, pulling a lollipop from her jacket pocket before holding it out to Lip, shrugging when he shakes his head and taking it out of the wrapper and shoving it in his unsuspecting hand. “You haven’t asked me anything, Phillip Gallagher.” she smiles as she takes the candy into her mouth. Lip can’t decide whether or not the way she’s eating it is intentional but god is it working. 

“I’ll pick you up from work at 8:30.”

“But I don’t start until 8.” her sweet voice calls across the yard.

Lip smirks as he makes his way back up the steps to his house. “Alright, I’ll be there at 7.”

“Hey, where were you today? Missed you.” Mandy whispers, hugging behind Lip as he pours some cheerios into a bowl for Liam. “Ian and I were thinkin’ about seein’ a movie tonight. Gonna give him an excuse to see Mickey. Be my double date?” 

Lip nods quietly to himself as he lets her kiss his neck before shrugging out of her hug to slide the bowl onto Liam’s high chair table. “Here ya go, buddy. Um…maybe, I’ve got an errand to run but I might meet up with you guys at uh…some point.” 

“Well, can I come with you on the errand? We can help out Ian after.”

“Nah, it’ll be boring.”

Mandy’s mouth slowly falls into a frown before she shoves at Lip’s back. “Fine.” she huffs before storming up the stairs. 

Lip looks after her before shaking his head and leaning down to Liam’s eye level. “Fuckin’ crazy, huh, buddy?” the toddler blows a raspberry in his older brother’s face and giggles, causing the older boy to chuckle. “Yeah you get me.”

“Hey, Lip’s in charge, Ian’s out and I'm gonna be back in a little bit.” Fiona calls out, running her hand over Carl’s head and kissing Liam’s cheek. 

“Actually-uh…Fi, I have to be somewhere, shouldn’t be long, but I’m sure Debbie can run things for a while though. Shouldn’t take me long. Be good shitheads.” Lip grabs his coat and starts to dart out of the door.

“Woah woah woah, where are you going? Meeting up with Ian and Mandy?”

“Um, since when do we check each other on where we’re going? I don’t know where you’re going.”

“With Fi to get some nice stuff for her cousin Lottie. She just moved in and she’s found a job. We wanna celebrate.” Fiona smiles, leaning against the door frame. “Your turn.”

“Get some smokes. You mind?” Lip huffs, pushing past her.

The bell to the establishment rings as Lip pushes in, immediately finding the woman he’s looking for.

“Hey, honey, new table four beers, quickly!”

“Yeah okay, comin’!” Charlotte rushes over, balancing the four beers in her arms, pushing up on her toes to get them onto the high top table while the glasses clink. “Here ya go! Can I get you guys somethin’ to eat?”

“Yeah,” the drunken man wearing the Bachelor badge slurs, “You’ve got somethin’ I wanna eat.” 

“Oh, um-”

Lip takes wide strides over, slipping his arm over Charlotte’s waist and pushing her away from the table. “Hey, Alan, invite your baby mama to the wedding yet?”

“Fuck you, Gallagher, leave some for the rest of us, what’re you gonna share this one with Frank too?”

Lip grits his teeth, grabbing the man by the front of his shirt, “Listen shithead-”

“Who’s Frank?” Charlotte asks from behind the blond.

The man immediately feels himself cool off, letting a smug smile across his lips. “Exactly.” Lip guides Charlotte away to go take other orders and slides into a booth himself, watching her work. 

Every once in a while, she would stop at his table, slipping him fries and beers, only giving him two before cutting him off and bringing soda. They would chat about how her shift was going and she would try to guess about their date that he didn’t ask her on later. During her break they went over to the game section of the bar and he taught her how to play chess. 

She showed him pictures on her phone of her back in highschool. She looked exactly like what he pictured. Pretty little cheerleader, belly button piercing, prick boyfriend lurking in the background of nearly every picture. Lip was grateful she said that’s been over for at least six months. He could take a hit, but damn, juiced up football players tend to pack a punch. Not that it’s stopped him before. 

Finally twelve a.m. came and she got off her first shift. She told Lip to meet her out front and after ten more minutes she came jogging out with a bag full of stuff. “What’s that?”

“It’s cake,” she grins, handing the bag over to Lip. “For Fiona and the kids, as an apology for keeping big brother out all night. Bad first impression as the new neighbor, right?”

“Ah, sweet, they’ll love that. Free food’s the best kind.” Lip grins, slinging an arm over Charlotte’s shoulder. “No one’s worried about when I get home. But I’d better get you there safe before V comes after me with a bat. Wanna go for a drink and walk? Cold?” he asks, unwrapping his scarf from his neck and wrapping it around hers. 

“Um, I don’t really drink outside of special occasions. And my birthday, I always get fucked up with V and Kev on my birthday.” 

“Woah, sailor, dirty words from that pretty mouth.” he nudges, smiling back at her as she looks up at him. 

“I’m pretty sure you curse more than you use regular words.” she snorts, nudging him back. “Now tell me about your day today.”

“Mm, okay, I woke up, smoked a blunt with my brother, let him beat me to the bathroom, met this absolute smoke show struggling to carry a suitcase-”

“It was heavy!”

“I lifted it.”

“You’re strong.” she hums. Lip shakes his head, guiding her up the street, pulling her a little further under his arm when some random guys on the street eye her. He holds her even tighter when she tucks herself into him when she notices them too. Lip clenches his jaw at the feeling of pride in his chest he feels when he feels her fingers grip the fabric of his jacket. If it had been Mandy they were looking at she would yell at them ‘Can I help you? Shitdicks?’. Hell, had it been Karen she’d threaten Lip with actually going with them. “Are we almost back? I guess I don’t really know the way at night. Kev was gonna pick me up but I told him I’d made a friend who was gonna take me home.”

“Yeah, um, we’re almost home. Hey, uh, make any good tips?”

“Mm yeah.” Charlotte nods.

“Really, good job, let’s see it.”

“Um, no.” she shrugs. “Oh, I think I see the street sign.”

Lip cocks his head back in questioning, “What’re you worried I’ll take it from you?” he stops walking, and she stops too. Her big, pretty brown eyes are looking everywhere but at his blue ones. “Someone else took it from you?”

Charlotte shifts her weight from one foot to another before walking past him, “I think I can make it the rest of the way. I had fun today.”

“Hey-” Lip tries again, following her toward V’s. “Who took your money?”

She lets her head fall back, looking toward the sky. “No one took it. All of the waitresses share tips, that’s what they said.” 

“Yeah? Did they pool it and let you take a portion?”

“Yes!”

“Charlotte.”

“Seriously!”

Lip’s brows furrow as he looks at her. “So what happened to yours? Because…no.” he scoffs, “no.”

“It was a thank you for being my first friend here.” She smiles innocently. He raises the bag of cakes. “And thanks for taking care of my cousin all these years?”

Immediately Lip is annoyed. Truly, his family never really minded getting free shit from people. But this, it felt annoying, and embarrassing. What, did she not think he could take her out? She’s some priss from the suburbs and she thinks the broke boy couldn’t even buy his own beers and snacks? Fuckin’ slumming it with him for her little stint in the hood? Does she really not fucking drink or did she not think he could buy her one. He lets a heavy breath out from his nose, and shoves his hands in his pockets, ready to tell her pissy ass about herself.

But then big brown eyes stare up at him, pink lips pouting, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I just thought it would be nice…and…the manager said that the stuff would be cheaper if I was the one buying it…I just thought it would be sweet.”

A beat passes before Lip is wrapping the ends of his scarf in his hands, tugging the woman forward and to his lips, breathing out a “real sweet.” before connecting them. 

Phillip Gallagher is an intelligent man. Like real fucking smart if he does say so himself, but as he wracks his brain he can’t find one synonym, adjective, fuck-any intelligible thoughts that can describe what her soft ass lips against his felt like. Working her mouth open and cupping her jaw with his rough hand he files away the sound she made for later and tries to forget the one he made. It’s intense, satisfying, its fucking good. So, he does the only next step he’s taken since he lost his virginity at like thirteen. “You wanna go inside mine and bang one out? Since Kev and V’s is probably off limits.”

“Wh-what?”

The confusion on her face only intensifies when Carl comes stumbling out of the house with a wide smile. “Woah, you’re fuckin’ hot. You’re hanging out with the wrong Gallagher, babe.” 

“Carl! You can’t talk to people like that, fucksake.” Fiona pushes the boy back into the house before stopping in the doorway. “Oh, shit, Lottie, she’s back V! Lip, please tell me you didn’t.”

Lip huffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Didn’t what?”

“Hi Fiona. It’s good to see you again.” Charlotte smiles, going up the walkway to hug the older girl. 

Soon the Gallagher clan was filing out of the house, and onto the lawn, joined by Kev and V. Veronica makes her way over to her cousin pulling her into a hug. “Hey baby, how was work?”

While Ian leans over to Lip mumbling to him, “You might wanna wipe your mouth, unless you’re gonna try to sell Mandy that you’ve started wearing peach lip gloss.”

“Fuck you, its strawberry” Lip sneers, wiping his mouth with the back of his hands as his depends on who you ask, girlfriend makes her way out of the house, immediately ducking under Lip’s arm and smiling at Charlotte.

“Mandy. Lip’s girlfriend. You’re V’s cousin?”

For the third time tonight Charlotte surprises Lip, when her face falls flat, her lip curling in disgust, he doesn’t think he’s seen her look this much like V. “Girlfriend?”

Mandy straightens, and Lip finds himself gripping the back of her shirt in case she decides to get aggressive. “Yeah, girlfriend.”

Charlotte sniffs, looking around at the people chatting in the yard, and gestures with her head for Lip and Mandy to follow her a little ways away. “Look, I’m gonna show you some courtesy and not embarrass you in front of your family. Mandy, your boyfriend asked me on a date, kissed me, and asked me if I wanted to have sex with him. I did the first two, and I’m really sorry, I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. It won’t happen again.” she glares at Lip. “Believe me.”

“You bitch-”

“You can be mad at me, if you want to. But I think you should be mad at the person who owes you loyalty. You could do better. You’re not a nice guy, Phillip Gallagher.” Charlotte snips, flipping her hair and swishing past them. 

Lip knows he should be mad at her for snitching on him. He knows Mandy is probably gonna deck him for cheating or whatever she was gonna call it. But all he could think about is how many balls it took for that sweet thing to give a girl like Mandy the ‘coming to you as a woman speech’ over a little kiss and proposition. That, and the sweet scent that brushed past when she did. 

[ostensiblynone]

Oasis – Cricket Bat Used By Noel Gallagher on Liam Gallagher

The legendary cricket bat used by Noel Gallagher of Oasis to attack his brother, Liam, in a famous incident during the recording of the second Oasis album, “What’s The Story, Morning Glory.” As detailed in numerous articles and books about the band, Liam Gallagher brought a group of inebriated people he’d met at a local pub to the band’s recording sessions for “Morning Glory,” infuriating Noel. Noel forced the people to leave, which caused Liam to “lose it” and attack Noel and his guitars, and Noel retaliated using this cricket bat. We obtained this bat from celebrated British music writer Paolo Hewitt. As detailed in his letter of authenticity, Hewitt is the author of sixteen books on music and music related subjects, including the authorized biography of Oasis, “Getting High: The Adventures of Oasis” (the cricket bat incident is detailed on page 320 of Hewitt’s book, a copy of which is included.) Noel Gallagher’s blurb on the book cover says it all–“Paolo is the only person to speak about what it was like on the road with us because he’s been there. He’s been there, he’s seen it, he’s done it.” During interviews for the book, Noel Gallagher pointed out the cricket bat to Hewitt, and convinced it was destined for the trash, he took it home. This is a truly a unique artifact from one of the most successful British bands ever, with full authentication, and our lifetime guarantee of authenticity.

[republicsecurity]

From the Pitch to Patrol: This Year's Soccer Stars Turned Enforcers

As another year of conscription rolls around, the public is seeing a new wave of high-profile soccer stars trading their cleats and jerseys for full-body armor and shaved heads. The transition from the glamorous world of professional sports to the disciplined life of Security Services cadets has become an annual spectacle, capturing the attention of fans and the media alike.

The Draft

This year's draft came as no surprise, given the Republic's unwavering conscription laws. Under these laws, all able-bodied males must serve a period in the Security Forces. While some athletes had hoped for leniency, the authorities remained firm, emphasizing that no one is above their civic duty. This year's roster of draftees includes some of the biggest names in soccer, now seen patrolling public spaces in stark, imposing armor.

A New Look

Gone are the colorful mohawks, dreadlocks, and man-buns. The soccer stars now sport uniformly shaved heads, a requirement for all cadets to maintain discipline and uniformity. Seeing these once-iconic figures in their new roles is a stark reminder of the transformative power of conscription. Marco "The Mane" Valdez and Liam "Lionheart" Gallagher, previously celebrated for their distinctive looks and rebellious styles, are now almost unrecognizable in their new roles.

Drill Instructor's Take

"They are good material, fit and lean," says Drill Instructor 8UZTT. "They will make good Enforcers." The physical conditioning and teamwork skills honed on the soccer field are proving advantageous in their new roles. The strict training regimen and disciplined environment are molding these athletes into formidable members of the Security Services.

Life in Service

Patrolling the streets in full body armor, the former soccer stars have had to adjust to a completely different kind of discipline. The rigorous training regimen and strict protocols leave little room for the kind of escapades that once made headlines. Their social media feeds, once filled with snapshots of wild parties and exotic vacations, now show a starkly different reality: early morning drills, maintenance of their gear, and the occasional group photo with their fellow enforcers.

For some, the transition has been smoother than expected. "It's a different kind of team spirit," says former midfielder Theo "Thunder" Johnson. "On the field, you rely on your teammates to watch your back. In the Security Services, it's the same principle, just with higher stakes."

Remote Postings

A few stars, concerned about the constant scrutiny from fans, have opted for remote postings. These assignments, while more isolated, offer a degree of anonymity and safety from the public eye. "It’s tough being in the spotlight all the time," admits defender Alex "Ace" Martinez. "Out here, I can focus on my duties without the pressure of being recognized everywhere I go."

The End of Eccentricity

The flamboyant lifestyles that once defined these players are now a thing of the past. The Security Services' strict codes of conduct and the inherent risks of their new roles have necessitated a more subdued existence. "It’s a wake-up call," says striker Jamie "Jet" Evans. "You learn to appreciate structure and discipline. There’s no room for reckless behavior when you're responsible for public safety."

Public Reaction

Fans have had mixed reactions to this transformation. While some express disappointment at the loss of their idols from the sports world, others commend the players for their service and the example they set. "It's inspiring to see them step up and fulfill their duties," says longtime fan Sarah Mitchell. "It shows that they’re not just athletes, but also responsible citizens."

The Future

Former soccer player F100C, whose shaved head shines in the sun, now stands ramrod straight as he talks about his new life. "The discipline, the sense of duty, it's changed me," he says. "I've learned to value structure and purpose in a way I never did before." His transformation is emblematic of the journey many of these athletes undergo, trading the unpredictable life of a soccer star for the regimented world of the Security Forces.

As their conscript duty continues, these former soccer stars are adapting to their new roles with a mix of resolve and reflection. The experience is shaping them in unexpected ways, imparting lessons in discipline, duty, and resilience that will undoubtedly influence their future, whether they return to the pitch or continue to serve in other capacities.

[callivich]

This week’s pick for underrated Gallavich author is LeeJean

I haven’t had a chance to read all 12 of their stories yet but the ones I have read are stunning! LeeJean really nails the characterisations and has a really great descriptive writing style. They have a great ability to write scenes that could have been canon or better.

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Gallagher family dynamics (4356 words) by LeeJean Summary: Liam and Mickey share the house as Chicago begins to open up after the first wave of COVID-19.

‘It takes Mickey a while to realize how much time he spends alone with Liam in the Gallagher house. Liam’s doing his schoolwork from home. He calls it ‘distance learning’, and Mickey can’t believe the kid is actually still working so hard when he doesn’t have classes to attend.‘

Survival is a four letter word (3375 words) by LeeJean

Summary: Runs from Mickey’s childhood to season 9 episode 6.

“The thing about loving someone, making them your fucking family, was that you couldn’t turn that shit off at will. Mickey might have gotten one secret off his chest, but now something else burrowed it’s way under Mickey’s skin, making him itchy and tense and wistful. That something was Ian fucking Gallagher.”

All my meaningful firsts (2525 words) by LeeJean Summary: Set the night of Mickey and Ian’s sleepover in 3.06. Just two dudes, watching movies, eating snacks and drinking beer, getting each other off on the couch.

Does NOT get into the events of the following morning.

“Ian��s a good fucking kisser. Amazing, actually, and Mickey curses himself a little, because he’s been missing out on this, on kissing Ian for far too long. There’s something predatory about it, at least between the two of them.”

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[alexstalkers]

Everything Has Changed (preview)

Hello everyone, I have been writing this story for a while and am excited to post it as it is almost finished! I am going to post the first chapter in a couple of day and also I and going to start taking requests! Here is a preview of the story! (Please give feedback, in a nice way)

Backstory: Carl Gallagher is a police officer, and you are studying at the University of Chicago. You meet at a time in your life where you don't need distractions or a relationship, but the Gallaghers are hurricanes and Carl changes your world view.

Characters: Y/N (Your Name) (black woman), Michelle) Your best friend and roommate also a black woman) Carl Gallagher, other Gallaghers (Ian, Lip, Fiona, Liam) Kev, V, Mickey

“Yeah, he’s cute.”, I shrug off an oncoming smile that I know she can see by her smirk as she looks back down at her phone probably texting my approval to her date. “I just can’t wait to get inside, it’s cold as shit out here.”, I complain to change the topic as we inch closer and closer to the entrance. “So, are they inside already or are they on their way?", I ask Michelle about the whereabouts of our dates.

“ID, please.”, the bouncer demands. Although he says ‘please’, it’s filled with authority and he’s not someone to mess with, so we go in our bags for our IDs immediately but get interrupted by a voice from behind. 

“Michelle, is that you?” We both turn around and see two guys, one is who Michelle showed me a picture of a few minutes earlier, he’s put together and wearing a nicely ironed shirt and jeans.  

“It’s ok, they’re with us,” the guy who called Michelle says to the bouncer as he and Michael flash their badges at him. Michelle and I glance at each other with impressed looks on our faces as the bouncer opens the rope and lets us in....

[221b-sociopath-street]

#ted lasso for dummies

01×01 Pilot

00:00:56 'But it's Hockney!'*

*David Hockney is one of the most influential British artists 🎨 of XX century. Known by his contribution to the pop art movement of the 60's.

As cliche as it is, the work of art that Rebecca and Higgins refers to is called 'Football Player'. And in real life it was sold for £22,500.

00:02:20 'Liam and Noel. Though, perhaps not an Oasis.'*

*It is impossible to imagine Britain and its culture without one of the biggest and most acclaimed bands of the 90's. Oasis is a quintessence of most hated and beloved band. Alcohol, drugs, canceled gigs, bad press, accusations of imitating the work of other musicians, rivalry between brothers and the boundless love of the fans - it's all about Oasis. So, maybe comparison made by Rebecca between George Cartrick's testicles and Liam/Noel Gallagher of Oasis is a pointer to beef (rivalry) history of latter.

00:04:04 'Jack Kerouac. The Dharma Bums'*

*The Dharma Bums is a 1958 novel by Beat Generation author Jack Kerouac. Description of mountain climbing, cycling, hitchhiking, poetry readings, jazz drunk parties is done through the prism of Buddhism. So maybe it makes sense: Ted and his philosophy of life and work?!

00:06:58 'Okay. That's Tower Bridge. Right. Not the London Bridge, because this one is still up'.

*For me as a foreigner it's a bit confusing?! Is it a reference to Operation London Bridge - the funeral plan for Queen Elizabeth II created in 60's, where the phrase 'London Bridge is down' is like signal of Queen's death to the PM and others, setting the plan into motion? Or is it like some touristy stuff?

00:08:39 'Y'all got Nathan's hot dogs 🌭 here?'*

* An American company that operates a chain of fast-food restaurant's  specializing in hot dogs. There are some restaurants in GB, but Nates lack of knowledge about them msybe suggests their unpopularity.

00:13:22 'Trent Crimm, The Independent.'*

* The Independent during 1986-2016 British print newspaper, nowadays - online newspaper. And it is owned by representative of the terrorist country and ex kgb agent 😵

00:18:57 'Wales. Is that another country?'*

*Yeap, Wales is a country (with it's own capital Cardiff) that is a part of another country - 🇬🇧 . Besides it UK consists of: England, Scotland and Northern Ireland.

00:19:03 'It's kinda like America these days.'*

*Perhaps Ted is equating the countries within the UK to states in America OR is taking about sovereign states and dependent territories in the Americas(such as Canada, Brazil, Cuba and other)?!

00:19:25 'And am I getting notes of Axe body spray?'*

*If you are a man and you forget your body spray while traveling from the USA to GB, remember: AXE=LYNX 🤣

00:20:07 'Last time I saw eyes that cold, they were going head-to-head with Roy Scheider. Jaws? No, All that jazz.'

* Jaws and All That Jazz are among seven Scheider movies that are considered classics. And it's all known fact that he was really great performer, who knew how to hold the audience's attention both in the role of a shark-hunting sheriff and in the role of theater director/choreographer who was alcoholic, a driven workaholic and a womanizer .

00:22:29 'Never thought it would end being coached by Ronald fucking McDonald'*

*Ronald McDonald is a mascot of the McDonald's fast-food restaurant chain. 

I remember my first time at McDonald's and that creepy as fuck statue of clown, thank fucking God he is not around anymore in UA restaurants.

00:24:48 'Well, I hope you never run into Biz Markie.'*

*We share your sentiment Ted. It is really bad. Biz Markie, was an American rapper and singer. Sometimes was referred to as the "Clown Prince of Hip Hop". Fellas, it is all we need to know.

Part 2

[gallavictorious]

Fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love. Tagging any and all of you talented folks either in writing or heck let’s do art.

I was pleasantly surprised to be tagged by the sweet @rayrayor Cheers, dear! Since this is my Shameless sideblog, I’ll stick with Shameless fic for this. That was far more difficult than I thought it’d be though, so don’t hold me these picks, as I might well change my mind tomorrow. Right now, my favourites appear to be mostly the very short things I wrote for Tumblr, rather than any longer fic.

Claim

Two nights later you're giving one of your regulars a lapdance when there's a slap to your arm and a curt “time's up, lovebirds” and you look up and there he is.

There he is.

Mickey wants back into Ian's life. Ian wonders if, and how, to let him. Or, the one where the boys conduct their meaningful conversations not by talking but by having sex.

Note: This is an actual, proper fic. Darker and heavier than my usual stuff, but I remain very pleased with it. Season 4 Gallavich was such a raw and tangled thing, and I had a lot of fun diving into the intricacies of their reunion.

Gallavich Week 2020: Meet-Cute

Ian goes shopping and decides to pick up something not on his list.

Note: This one is mostly silly fun, but isn’t it nice when they get to have that? Also, I’m happy with the dialogue.

11 year past S11: Liam and Mickey

So, I watcched 11x05 again, and started to wonder if Mickey will ever learn the truth about how Terry got shot (and if it matters).

Note: Tumblr short. This one is just soft. It soothes me. And I’m pleased with the prose, which is always a big thing for me.

Post-S10: Accepting Comfort

Mickey is upset; Ian is there.

Note: Tumblr short. The first proper thing I wrote for Gallavich, and still one of my favourites. Emotional hurt/comfort. I’m particularly fond of the last line.

AU: Ghost

A century or so ago, in a small town, Ian Gallagher receives and unexpected visitor.

Be warned: there's a lot of angst and not much comfort in this one.

Note: Tumblr short. I don’t care much for AU:s or angst but I’m very happy with the writing on this one. (There’s a tiny hint of hope at the end of it, btw. But this is a dark tale, what with the major character death and all.)

I guess a bunch of you have done this already, but I'll tag @dreamylyfe-x @captainjowl @whaticameherefor @gardenerian @howlinchickhowl and @sickness-health-all-that-shit Hope you're all well, dearlings!

[rayrayor]

So Lily is ready to move in to her dorm and just to get to know her roommate. But Milkovich and Gallagher family members have Gracie and her moms learn more than they bargained for about her family. Papa is in full Mickey form .

Notes:

So AO3 was down today and I could not get into a draft ( lesson back up drafts)

I recently began reading the series by SPNDreamer228 , Lina Milkovich Gallagher and loving it .

I just love the Galladads universe and finding new authors to enjoy.

So while waiting for the AO3 superstars to work their magic , I decided to visit my Galladads and Lily Gazer as I could not get in and read the last work I had left of Lina .

MOVE IN DAY

Gracie and her moms just moved in her bags and she sat in her dorm bed nervous, her roommate and her chatted a few times when rooms were assigned . The bit she had, her roommate was nice. They had not said anything to Gracie but her roommate also seemed very strait laced , had gone to a private girls school started college at 17. Their fear was like always, Gracie would be judged by having two moms.

There were boxes on the other bed but no roommate. Suddenly a petite red head burst through the door with a coffee . She was striking , long red hair with curl, pale skin dotted with freckles and piercing blue eyes Her smile was a big sunbeam .

” omg hi Gracie , I’m Lily . Those are cool glasses, I love vintage things. “

She pulled Gracie into a hug then turned and introduced herself to them.

” Lily did your parents leave?”

” No ma’am I think they are around here..”

” Lily baby your RA said you could have your electric kettle, I think it will be good to have, you drink way too much caffeine, Uncle Carl sent you all that weird tea you both drink.”

Gracie and her moms stared a very tall muscled ginger who matched Lily’s coloring . He was an incredibly handsome man.

After gently dropping a kiss on his daughters head he turned .

” You must be Gracie , I love that lip gloss it’s gorgeous. Oh shit hi sorry . I am Ian, Lily’s dad. “

” I am Angie and this is my wife Sue. First time drop off?”

” No Lily’s older brother Liam went here , by the way Lily he is driving in for dinner . “

“ Cool , Gracie you will like Liam , he was an economics major like you. He is in law school now .. umm do I want to know.. where is papa?”

The redhead broke into a fond but amused look .

” When I left him he was grumbling about the safety logs on the fire extinguishers “

He turned to the ladies “ My husband is a bit overprotective, he can be um …let’s say …passionate when it comes to the kids .”

At husband Gracie and her moms grinned at each other .

” Fuck you, fuck you and especially fuck you “ They heard bellowing down the hall. Lily dropped her head into her hands .

Angie grinned “ Sounds like a party all ready”

Lily looked resigned “ Yeah not really . 5. 4. 3. 2. 1”

” Aye punk waaay too many boys sniffing around here , studies first.“

She teased “ Again what if I am a lesbian like Aunt Debbie and Sandy , lots of girls papa”

” No dyke bars with them until 18 don’t need some drag king making moves”

Ian’s voice showed that these seemed to be regular conversations in the family.

” Mick for the hundredth time , 21. Legal drinking age is 21. “

After being introduced to the tough looking man named Mickey of all things they watched him check out the windows then the lock on the girls door, frowning .

Lily’s papa as she called him was smaller than his husband , stocky but not in a way that was heavy but compact and powerful . His husband was carved and shredded muscle but the brunette a powerhouse. He had electric blue eyes that matched his daughters perfectly . Lily side by side with them looked almost like a 50/50 mix of them both.He turned and addressed both girls now sitting on the bed passing Lily’s coffee back and forth.

” Listen up cupcakes, that lock ain’t for shit , next week I will come back , drill that one out put in ones like at the grow houses. Hmm maybe when I come back , get a steel enforced door…”

” Papa you can’t just yank out a door at university “

” For what we are paying if I want remodel this whole room for you both I will .And by the way can that skirt get any shorter punk ? It looks like one Aunt Mandy would have wore to try and flirt with daddy back in the day.”

Gracie laughed and her moms checked out Lily’s knee length wrap dress with tights, confused.

“ Says the man always trying to low key flirt with sleeveless shirts… oh Ian look at my pale biceps, got ‘em in juvie working out .”

” Douche bag, I married him”

” Ass wipe he was my boyfriend first “

” ohhh a gay boy with his girl beard , whatever Mands”

Ian had stopped making Lily’s bed and was watching , arms folded .

” Daddy are you gonna stop this?”

” Sorry baby it’s been like a long time since they fought over me like this . Last time I think she was pregnant with you ( Gracie’s moms exchanged knowing looks ) and they were fighting over clouds or stars on your nursery ceiling. This is kind of puffing up my ego. Your old man does not pull the same looks like when I was younger.”

” Pulease every time you drag me to boystown it’s like he ain’t Macy’s and you ain’t window shopping “ Mickey snorted.

Gracie was fascinated. She loved her moms but they were both stoic and very PC. Lily’s dads were rough and loud but you could hear not insults . but love.

” Daddy?”

Ian took action , he loped over to Mickey and pulled him in as he sputtered and gave Mandy the finger. Both Gracie and her moms realized then he had knuckle tats which spelled fuck u- up .

” Baby , look Lily and now Lily and Gracie will be fine with the door they have. You spent her teen years threatening to take doors off and now you wanna put one on? “

He pulled up brows furrowed at his husband , bottom lip being chewed on while now that Ian was taming his thug shrew, Lily calmly opened boxes and split a snickers with Gracie.

” Firecrotch ( Sue almost choked on her gum) what if there is a fire?”

” It’s already a fire door Mick”

” tsunami.”

” We are in Illinois. They are on the third floor and if the room is flooding, I prefer they get out easier .”

A deep discontented huff

“ Use your words Mick “

” ok what if a bunch of good time Charlies come rolling down the halls at 3 am?”

” Well it’s not 1943 so those good time Charlie’s would be dead so not a lot of trouble and Lily knows those moves from you when you worked for the cart..in Mexico when you worked in Mexico.”

” Fine fucking ok no new door. Can I put a chain inside like a motel “

” yeah”

He turned to the girls “ oh and getting you both bear spray in case you are going through campus late or early.”

” Mick they can’t carry bear spray “

” You got a better idea Aunt know it all not like she can take a 38 into class.”

” Well Uncle Officer Carl could get them pepper spray “

“ Terrifies me that Carl Gallagher has access to a badge, guns and

chemical warfare”

” UNCLE IGGY “ Lily ran and was scooped up by a blonde man also with knuckle tats . She was put down and slugged him hard.

” Ow Lily “

“ That’s for after all these years getting conned to join uncle Joey in that hair brain scheme and going back!”

” Could have brought her when you guys came out, fuck Mandy why did you hit me”

” also pissed “

Mickey hugged Iggy. “ love you man but told you she was not growing up in prison visiting room like us , you all know you go in she doesn’t come out to Statesville. “

Gracie and her moms both noticed Ian and Lily rubbing the bridge of their noses.

” Well now that you have met the Milkovich’s , any Gallagher’s besides Liam showing up ?”

” You mean us?”

Uncle Lip swung her around then hugged her dads and patted Iggy on the shoulder.Tami gave hugs then settled a death glare on Mandy.

”Mandy so surprised your clients allowed you away .”

” Really you do hair Tami , hey Iggy let’s go check in at the hotel . Lily bean I love you see you at dinner “

Uncle Lip chatted about the new men’s group he started for AA and Tami slid behind Lily to French braid her hair. Lily’s gaze intensified and both her and Mickey were watching Ian fold and refold her clothes mumbling softly about keeping it organized.

Soothing and quiet “ Daddy did you take your pills , you ok , kind of a stressful day?”

” Fourth person who asked and yes I did baby girl , guessing papa even counted them this time “

Mickey pulled Ian into his arms and traced his face with his thumb, the lines in the scowl now gone. His voice was warm but with a hint of almost stern .

“ c’mon tough guy, let’s get these two to the hotel , take a nap before the whole hoard terrorizes the waitstaff for Gallagher Family dinner .”

“ But … Mick I haven’t finished sorting Lily’s stuff “

” Daddy I will finish it , you can check it in the morning.Go nap with papa he looks tired and he is insufferable when cranky.“ She winked at her papa who mouthed “ thank you “

She was pulled in tight and heard a sniffle. Uncle Lip put his hand on his shoulder.

” Ian point out the RA Mickey almost decked “ He walked them out .

” He is gonna crash isn’t he papa, I fucking hate bipolar disease so much “

Two pairs of blue stared at each other . Mickey knelt down and cupped his daughter’s face . It was the tenderness and sadness in both their eyes that made both women choke up.

” I know. Lily I hate it too but Daddy has been living with this since you age. I have been keeping an eye on his sappy ass since I was 19. He hardly gets big episodes because we know what is a support med and what is a med change. The older we get the more this lessens. We know what this is , we know what to do. He is gonna bitch and fuss and I am gonna make him take his pill. We are gonna nap. Then everyone is gonna be loud and crazy and wear him out. He has an appointment Monday . Also punk we talked about this . He goes gown , you do not come home. That will stress him more, got it?”

” But papa..I “

” Nope , no . Lily Gazer we stick to the plans ok .”

He turned to Gracie and family a look of sadness and pride on his face. “ My husband has some mental health challenges with his illness but it’s managed well, big emotions good or bad can set him off level. “

” Pops , hey dad is with Lip looking for you.” In the door was a tall young black man who had very similar features as Ian. Mickey reached out for a hug as the man whispered.

”Hi Pops , hey you get dad, I got Lily “

Mickey patted the young man’s cheek then hugged his daughter , wiping a tear.

As he walked out he looked at Gracie’s moms.

“ Aye we live in Chicago , I know you all from Maine. Lily comes home on long weekends, Gracie comes with. Family watches family .”

Liam smiled at Lily.

” Hey baby sis, dads gonna be ok , pops got him . Hey I am Liam by the way.” He shook hands all around.

” Lily there is the ice cream social on the quad. Gracie wanna join , will spill the tea on the first year Econ professors.”

Sue looked at their daughter

” Take off we have to go pay for meal plan , text us when you are done we can then get our reservations for dinner .”

As they headed out Lily hugged them both “ Thanks for not freaking out, my family can be a lot.”

The women watched as the young adults headed off laughing and pushing each other with ease.

Angie smiled “ Babe is it me or do you feel better the Gallagher’s have Gracie in their sights?”

Her wife grinned “ Yeah 1000% better. They are gonna keep her safe and loved while she is away from us.”

[creepkinginc-au-vault]

master post: alternative universes.

high school au.

body painter au.

jury duty au.

medieval ukrainian au. > goat addition one and two. > vyshyvanka addition. > storyteller addition.

bartender x dancer au.

what started out as massage therapist au.

trapeze artist au. > opening routine addition. > drag show / spite addition. > @/michellemisfit's fanart. > @/mishervellous' fanart.

social media aus: > artist mickey and ian the brush. > angsty guitar player ian. >> sad ian addition. > dancer mickey. > highway life / van life au. > tiktok identity swap au. > another tiktok au. > youtube au. >> podcast au.

big brother au.

call of duty au.

scandal au.

mutants au one and two.

artist x musician au.

author x actor au.

actor x personal trainer au.

cruise ship au.

lumatere chronicles au. > missing thoughts.

gods au.

superhero au. > mickey and liam.

hospital au.

crack aus: > SUBway/DOMino's au. > meet-ugly land before time ref au. > land before time au. > shrek au.

hockey au.

pilot au.

escape room au.

teacher aus: > special ed teacher au. > irish culture / art teacher au.

hunger games au.

journalist au.

single parent au.

ugly train meet cute au.

late night radio au.

hostage au.

ranch / rehabilitation project au.

demon / monster hunter au.

twilight au.

rockstar au.

werewolf family au.

queer eye au.

fem popstar au.

mickey goes college au.

trans!mickey au. > addition one. > addition two. > transition journal.

bakery au#1. bakery au#2.

dragon au. > addition: ian's horde.

forest cryptid / societal dropout au. > my neighbour totoro au. > princess mononoke au. > addition: gallaghers as abstracts. > addition: mickey grieving / change of seasons. > @/flamingbluepanda drabble: how they met. > addition: mickey's beast form. > addition: hibernation. > forest peculiarities. > will to protect. > dietary specifications.

steampunk au.

greatest showman au.

sitcom / h2o au.

figure skating au.

robot apocalypse au & alien apocalypse au. > alien au addition.

avatar au.

regency au.

sci-fi / flying au.

dystopia joker/harley quinn au.

perfect dinner au.

nerd au.

giant / forest spirit au.

svet stays au.

dancer au.

ben x carl compilation. > introducing: ben the usually unusual boyfriend. > addition: ben x gallagher road trips. > ben and wildlife.

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hey friends! got tagged to answer these questions by some cuties; @ian-galagher, @mikhailoisbaby & @shinygalaxyperson , thank you! 🖤

what are some movie / tv quotes that you quote often?

"a normal swedish name - ikea”, “you know nothing [insert name] snow” (mostly at my bf), also the road house thing from family guy? “house house. road road”. nigel thornberry’s “smashing”. “wakey wakey hands of snakey”. i’m so annoying, i speak mostly dumb quotes. 😂

what is your favorite flower?

i don’t think i have one.

if you were in avatar: the last airbender what element would you want to bend? earth, fire, water or air?

fire, kind regards, an aries bitch.

what was your first job?

milking cows haha.

what is your favorite breakfast?

my day is RUINED if i don’t have my regular breakfast, toast with ham, water and an energy drink. don’t even try me.

what’s a meal from childhood that you love?

anything my mom makes really. i miss her cooking.

what’s your favorite joke to tell?

i honestly do better with banter back and forth.

what’s your favorite animal to see at the zoo?

i haven’t been to a zoo in a hot minute but my dumb horse girl ass always gets excited for zebras.

what’s your go to quick meal to cook / make at home?

hah, i don’t really cook but it’s spaghetti, bacon, corn and mushrooms and then you slap it together with creme fraiche, and boom, food for days.

what’s your go to meal to cook someone to impress them?

i don’t cook. you impress me. but probably the above becuase it’s tasty.

what’s something you want to do better?

keep up my social relationships. 

if you’re working do you like your job?

YES. i’m a crane operator and it’s so much fun.

do you collect anything? what?                                              

not anymore but if it would be anything it’s probably gothic looking cat statues or pretty clothes. or shoes. fuck i love shoes.

if you were trapped in a kids tv show, what show would you be okay with being trapped in?

rockett power would be sooo cool ahiudhidhsd.

an adults tv show?

oh god i don’t even know. 

what kind of job did you want as a child?

vet or author.

do you follow any sports? what team do you root for?

could not care less even if i wanted to.

if you could be any animal what would you be and why?

house cat. just sleep all day and get all the pets, what more could you want?

if you could be any mythological creature what would you be and why?

the horse girl in me is yelling pegasus so that i guess. hore with wings? hell yeah.

what’s the most obscure thing you’ve had to google for a fanfic you were writing/reading?

probably not anything too bad. reserach on dead bodies?

what milkovich do you identify with most?

canonly neither i think but how iggy is mostly written in fanfic, yeah hi, it’s me.

which one are you actually like the most?

iggy?

what gallagher do you identify with most?

liam probably. 

which one are you actually like the most?

ian? mentally ill semi-forgotten middle child even though im the youngest that’s kind of doing their own thing and only gets noticed when i fuck up.

tagging (if you wanna of course): @imsorry-imlate, @tomorrowillmissyou @gallagher-milkovich , @lalazeewrites @suzy-queued any anyone else who feels like it! 🖤

[mne-bolno]

TAG GAMES ✨

lovely @fandomchaosposts tagged me (thank you love!!)

Are you named after anyone?

my grandma

When was the last time you cried?

idk, i think almost a month ago

Do you have kids?

nope!

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

yep!!! especially with people i like

What sports do you play/have played?

nothing unfortunately

What's the first thing you notice about people?

hair

What's your eye colo

brown unfortunately

Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings

Any special talents?

being extremely stupid and fucking everything up

Where were you born?

in my hometown

What are your hobbies?

reading mostly or art journaling

Do you have pets?

no 😌

How tall are you?

1.58

Favorite subject in school?

biology or pe

Dream job?

footballer or author

Last song?

50 Special by Lunapop

Currently reading?

Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart

Currently watching?

nothing!

Current obsession?

nothing but if i had to say something I'd say Oasis and Liam Gallagher

also my lovely girl @balkanballad tagged me to this cute game a while ago: 4 colour swatches; my big 3 + venus sign

it's been sitting in my drafts so long.

everybody feel tagged ✨❤🌺