#fiona Gallagher x you

[fallbhind]

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GROTESQUERIE

‘ do better. , in all honesty, you found father mayhew at the wrong times, either when he was in his oh so sinfully tight red tank top, or when he would just get out of the shower, seeing his ass nine times out of ten. but if at all any constellation, you had to get this paper reviewed for the blog that was featuring the case you were helping a dective with (REQ).

OUTERBANKS

‘ not like him. , (s. cameron). your a pouge. she's a kook, more like a wanna-be-pouge in your eyes, but she knows you hate rafe as it is, and seeing another product like a mini-rafe without all the attitude and drug-crazed personality, you still have your off days that typically lead to arguments and such, no matter how hard she tries to get it through you thick skull that she's not like him.

‘ got me a quiet one , (j.b. routledge). as john b was diving into the world of dating, he managed to find you, after all, opposites do attract. you'd rather find yourself reading a good book, curled in blanket, rather than hunt for treasure. despite your indifferences with the activities you enjoy he always finds time to let you read while he rambles on about his latest adventure.

‘ sharing is caring. , (rafe &&. barry) (shadowbanned, i tried four times to get it public-public but m fraid it wouldn't let me). often finding yourself stuck between your drug crazed friend (occasional hookup) and his drug dealer, when you're sat in between then, you find out the true meaning to what sharing is caring as the subtly do lines off you, both taking up a thigh.

SHAMELESS

‘ sugar baby. , being fiona's sugar mommy is one of the hardest task there is when it comes to her, dealing with her not being able to accept it to her always dressing scrapy, typically with holes in her clothes due to how much she's worn them, to you spoiling her and the kids. which of course she finds them really sweet, but coming from how she's grown up, with little to nothing, having to be the parent for her own siblings, she finds it a tad bit difficult.

[bumblesimagines]

Fiona Gallagher

fancy running into you here.

you haven't changed a bit.

i was never good for you.

fancy running into you here.

you haven't changed a bit.

i was never good for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[darby-rowe]

18+ | nsfw | mdni

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

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

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

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

[ficnation]

New Neighbor - Fiona Gallagher x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It works!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I definitely like you like that.” 

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

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

@humanmistakes

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[gallaghersgal]

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

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

-🐁

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

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

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

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

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

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

end.

[isabelldrabbles]

Fiona Gallagher x Reader

Imagine: You surprise Fiona...

warnings: smoking

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[luvzshy]

Love and Despair

Summary: Fiona Gallagher is in a self-destructive spiral, pushing everyone away—including the reader, who refuses to give up on her. Desperate to save her, the reader confronts Fiona at a bar, trying to break through the anger and pain. But Fiona lashes out, convinced she’s beyond saving, leaving them both teetering on the edge between love and despair.

Warnings: Angst, self-destructive behavior, emotional distress, mentions of alcohol abuse, toxic relationship dynamics.

Word Count: Approximately 1,500 words.

You watch as Fiona downs another shot, her hands trembling slightly as she slams the empty glass onto the counter. It’s the third one she’s had in the past ten minutes, and the haze in her eyes tells you she’s already far gone. The bar around you is filled with the din of voices, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, but all you can focus on is her—how she’s slipping through your fingers no matter how tightly you try to hold on.

“Fiona,” you murmur, stepping closer, hoping she’ll hear the plea in your voice. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I can take you home.”

She scoffs, the sound rough and bitter. “I’m fine, Y/N. Don’t need a babysitter.”

You reach out, your hand brushing against her arm, and for a moment, you think she might lean into the touch. But then she jerks away, her face twisting in frustration. It cuts deep, but you swallow the hurt, refusing to leave her like this.

“You’re not fine, Fi. Look at yourself,” you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady despite the lump forming in your throat. “You don’t have to go through this alone. Let me help you.”

Fiona’s laugh is humorless, filled with a bitterness that makes your chest ache. “Help me?” she repeats, her words slurred but sharp. “How the hell do you think you can help me, huh? You don’t know what it’s like to carry all this.”

Her words are like daggers, but you know they’re born from pain, from a place deeper than she’s willing to show you. You step closer again, refusing to back down. “I don’t know what it’s like, but I want to understand. I want to be there for you.”

Fiona’s eyes flare with something unreadable—anger, desperation, or maybe something else entirely. But then she shakes her head, stumbling back a step. “I don’t need you, Y/N. I don’t need anyone.”

The words pierce through you, and you feel your composure slipping. “You’re lying,” you say, barely louder than a whisper. “You’re hurting, Fiona. You can’t keep pretending like you’re okay. I can see through it.”

She glares at you, a tear slipping down her cheek that she quickly wipes away, her hand clumsy from the alcohol. “Just go. Go before I say something I can’t take back,” she mutters, turning away from you, shoulders hunched as if bracing against the world.

But you don’t leave. Instead, you take a deep breath and reach out once more, letting your fingers brush against her back. “I’m not leaving you. Not tonight, not ever. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

For a moment, she seems to falter, her body trembling beneath your touch. But then she straightens, wiping her face roughly with the back of her hand. “You should,” she says, her voice cracking. “I’m not worth it, Y/N. I’m just gonna drag you down with me.”

Your heart aches at the rawness in her voice, the vulnerability she tries so hard to hide. You want to pull her into your arms, to tell her she’s wrong, that she’s worth everything to you. But instead, you let your hand fall away, realizing that no matter how much you want to save her, you can’t do it alone.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do,” you say, your voice breaking. “But I’ll be here, Fiona. Even if you keep pushing me away, I’ll be here.”

She doesn’t respond, just stares into the empty glass in front of her, her jaw clenched and her eyes shining with unshed tears. And as you stand beside her, you realize that sometimes, love isn’t enough to fix what’s broken.

But that doesn’t mean you’re going to stop trying.

[saltnsugarbear]

put her canine teeth in the side of my neck!

summary: your babysitter - your girlfriend is a vampire!

title from: "Red Wine Supernova" by Chappell Roan

word count: 0.7k

content warnings: vampire shit, little smidgen of angst maybe but mostly fluff!!

side note: sigh, The Vampire Diaries-Shameless au you will be loved by me. everyone say thank you to mouse for preventing me from re-firing this

divider by @strangergraphics

You found out Fiona was a vampire all on your own.

It was very messy. The thing that confused you in the beginning was how she managed to go out in the daylight.

She explained it to you, told you Veronica's secret of being a witch, and how she had charmed Fiona's bracelet to protect her.

Finding out the supernatural actually existed made you question everything. Veronica was a witch, Kevin's a werewolf, Fiona's siblings had the potential to become werewolves themselves. Fiona was very patient, explaining it all to you, explaining how rodent blood wasn't ideal, but it's not as if she could just find blood bags in the supermarket.

When you offered yourself up as a source, Fiona laughed you off. Told you she would never do that to you. But you saw the flicker in her eyes at the thought, the primal look she got.

Not much of your dynamic changed, Fiona was less secretive about things, telling you openly when she would be out to feed. She seemed lighter after you found out, less worried about how you would react now that you already knew.

What did change was your commentary when you talked during your shared TV time after the kids went to bed. Making snide comments about vampires when they showed up, how it wasn't at all accurate to the vampire you lived with.

Fiona always gives you the same reaction, rolling her eyes and kissing you softly, sometimes giving a soft nip at your lower lip. You knew she enjoyed your antics, glad you were so relaxed about her being a vampire.

"You're such a weirdo," Fiona tells you, petting your hair softly.

"These people just don't know what it's like being with a real vampire.. Not as scary as they try and make 'em.." You tell her softly, resting your head against her chest. "'S like leaving with a big ol' puppy.."

Your mutter is soft as you press your face against her shirt.

Fiona scoffs slightly, "A big puppy that could kill you.."

You hum softly, "But you wouldn't.... Know you wouldn't.."

Fiona doesn't respond, letting the both of you lay in silence as you watch the show unfold.

Once it's done, Fiona is still silent as you sit up and pat around for the remote. Your girlfriend stays where she is while you find it, clicking out of the next episode before it begins. The TV clicks softly as you turn it off, leaning back and study Fiona.

"What're you thinking about?" You ask her softly, tapping against the leg in your lap.

"Just thinking.." She pushes herself up, coming into your personal space. She nudges her nose to yours gently before she gives you a soft kiss.

The kiss is smooth and gentle, communicating something you can't name. You're the first to pull away, needing to catch your breath.

"Yeah, but what are y'thinking about?" You ask her.

You watch her sigh softly, her eyes shifting down to her lap. You can't help the way you reach for her hand, wanting to connect to her more than you already are.

"You really trust me not to hurt you?" Fiona leans her head to the side, resting against the back of the couch. Her brown eyes are soft and wide as she looks at you.

"Yeah, course, Fi.." You tell her, watching her as you speak. "Trust you with everything. To protect me, be gentle, trust you forever.."

"Forever's a long time.." She tells you, her mouth twisting to the side softly.

"Not long enough. Will trust you till we're long buried in the dirt.." You rub your thumb over her knuckles gently.

Fiona breathes heavily as she looks between your eyes, looking for any shred of a lie.

"Forever is not long enough, Fi.. Not long enough for how much time I want to spend with you. Want to meet you in every lifetime." You say softly.

You watch as tears collect along Fiona's lash line.

"Babe..." Fiona says softly.

"Love you, Fi... Fangs and all.." You press a quick kiss to her lips, moving quickly to kiss her cheek and then her other until you're peppering her face with kisses.

When you kiss over her eyelids, she starts giggling, grabbing your shirt to pull her impossibly closer to her.

Fiona ends up convincing you to stay on the couch, not being bothered to move both of you upstairs.

And that's how the kids find you, bathed in morning light, pressed together under the blankets. Completely content.

[arriansarchive]

Sub!Fiona Gallagher/Dom!Male!Reader (unfinished)

Wee hoo hello Fiona Gallagher nation

Okay hear me out cunnilingus sounds like a deadly disease

I had a heart attack whenever I realized that just saying 'her' and 'she' wouldn't cut it for the puss 😞

I couldn't write this without second hand embarrassment even though I've been wanting to for so long omg

I'm writing this in a dentist office btw just wanted to tell

Okay I never finished this and I don't have the motivation so take it unfinished

Summary: You're Ian's friend from the grocery store, and you're eyefucking his sister??? Diabolical.

"Hey, M/N!" Ian called from the other side of the store you worked at.

You turned over from stocking the shelves to see your best friend, Ian Gallagher, walking into the store with a girl, a hot girl.

Your eyes practically boggled out of your head at the sight of this girl. She couldn't have been much older than Ian while you were nineteen, and he was eighteen.

"Who's this?" You asked while your gaze roamed around her body. You mostly looked at her tits to her hips since she was facing you now.

Ian gestured to the girl with voluptuous brown hair. "This is my sister Fiona. Fiona, meet M/N."

She looked at you hungrily and licked her lips seductively. Fiona had a smirk present on her smug face.

Ian looked between you two in confusion. "What's wrong?" He asked.

Fiona skillfully looked at one of the out of stock items on the shelf next to you. "Hey, M/N, do you have anymore of this item in the back?"

"I think so. Will you follow me, Fiona?" You gesture to her.

You grin to yourself as you both walk away from a very confused Ian, probably wondering why his sister wanted baby peas from the backroom.

Once you both got into the back, she was immediately pressing you into the wall with no shelf. Her lips moved with perfect harmony against yours.

You pushed her to sit on a crate of some product, pulling her pants down swiftly. You could apparently see, even though you had just started, that she was drenched already.

You get down to your knees and in front her and looked up with a smug expression, happy that simple words could make her react this way.

"Would you do it already? I don't need Ian asking if I'm fucking his best friend who works at a grocery store." She looked down at you through her lashes.

[fictionalwh0ree]

perfectly made bed- fiona gallagher

summary: it's the 80s and you're a member in a rock band. you party hard and do as much as you can with your male counterparts. fiona, on the other hand, is the total opposite. and you hate each other for it.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: heavy drug/alcohol use

pairing: 80srockstar!fiona x rockstar!reader

you unlocked the door to your hotel room and looked around. you noticed the perfectly made bed you wouldn’t use, the washroom that would be torn apart, the freshly vacuumed carpet that would be stained and dirty, and finally, the mini fridge stocked with overpriced liquor that would be empty anyway come morning. you dropped your bag onto the ground and opened the fridge. you picked up one of the tiny bottles and threw it back at once. the taste warmed your throat and you winced a little before throwing it into the trashcan nearby.

the clock on the wall ticked and you watched as it hit 3:30 pm, signalling that you needed to head downstairs to the lobby. you shut the tv off and got up from the ground, stumbling slightly as you kicked over a couple more bottles, clinking against each other as you did so. your head had already begun to spin as you walked down the identical halls. as you reached the elevator, you noticed someone standing there. your bandmate’s untamed hair was tucked behind one ear and a bottle of water was dangling from her hand. she was tapping her foot impatiently as she watched the number go down. as you got closer and stood by her, she didn’t even glance in your direction. you weren’t sure if she hadn’t noticed you or if she was ignoring you. knowing fiona, it was probably the latter.

once you were in the elevator, she couldn’t get around avoiding your gaze. her cold eyes stared into yours, studying you with a disgusted expression. the only noise in there was that of you chewing gum and the dinging that signalled every time you went down a floor, a reminder that your ride would soon be over. you observed fiona and could tell she was holding back from saying something.

“just say it,” you said, breaking the silence.

“what?” she asked, confused.

“whatever you wanna say to me, say it,” you clarified, the eye contact unfailing.

“i don’t have anything to say,” she defended, smirking maliciously.

“you do. out with it,” you urged.

her eyes flipped between you and the screen above the elevator that indicated what floor you were on. the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened.

“you smell like a bar floor,” she said as she walked out.

you rolled your eyes as you stepped out. however, as she walked in front of you, your eyes were glued to her figure, and you noticed the extra sway in her hips.

when you arrived at the front, kev and lip were already waiting.

as you approached, kevin broke out in a smile.

“already emptied out the bar, huh, y/n?” he laughed.

“you know it,” you smiled.

he high-fived you and pulled you into his side, patting your back as he laughed. you could see lip and fiona exchange a look, though lip had a small smile playing on his lips. once kev had let you go, he reached into his pocket. he pulled out a small baggie of white powder and smirked, waving it in your face. you tried to grab it, but he pulled away and held a finger up. you noticed that your manager, ian, had arrived and the other two band members had already began to walk out of the building.

as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, security guards had been stationed around you and a crowd had gathered. the reporters held cameras and microphones in your faces, yelling questions you couldn’t comprehend. the fans held posters and papers with pens as they yelled your names out. you knew the drill though, you had places to be, there was no time to stop. you flipped your sunglasses down onto your face and continued to walk as if there was no one there. the five of you piled into a black limo, set to take you to the concert venue.

kev didn’t waste a second before he found a flat surface. he dumped a bit of the powder onto the tray and organized it into lines before bringing it up to his face and snorting one. he passed it over to you and you gladly accepted it, copying what he did. you sniffled and cleaned your nose as you passed the tray to lip, who also took a bump. you could feel as your high was coming. you watched as fiona rejected the tray, one last line laying lone.

“take the stick out of your ass, fiona,” kev said.

she shot him a look, and you knew she wouldn’t be taking it.

“shit, if she doesn’t want it, i’ll have it,” you laughed as you snatched the tray from her and brought it up to your face before taking the last bump.

she looked at you sourly and kev was laughing loudly. you shot her a smile and shrugged before wiping your nose to remove any residue.

“you better not fuck anything up on stage,” she wagged her finger at you.

“yes mom,” you said sarcastically.

“i’m serious,” she said.

“when have i fucked up on stage?” you asked, getting no response, “exactly.”

the rest of the drive was as calm as it could be with three people hopped up on coke. the energy was ecstatic and hyper throughout the practice, and in what seemed like ten minutes, you went from rehearsal to backstage, about to perform. once your hair and makeup was done and you were dressed, you headed out to regroup. a black leather jacket was slung across your shoulders, hanging past your hips and down to your leather pants. the shirt you had under was a simple white tank top, and as you wandered the backstage in search of your bandmates, a cigarette hung loosely from your lips.

of course when you found kevin, he was waving around a bottle of jack daniels and the same baggie from earlier. you took him up on his offer. as you and kev waited for the high to kick in, you saw ian walking frantically towards you. you and kev exchanged a look and started laughing at the stressed and angry expression on his face.

“i’ve been looking for you guys everywhere. you’re on stage in five,” he said, pulling you to your feet.

once you were up, ian was dragging you down the halls at a speed that was way too fast for you to keep up with. you were stumbling as you walked, tripping on anything and everything, but you only found humour in it. when you finally arrived on stage, fiona and lip were already there. you could hear the crowd roaring your names, the only divide being a big black curtain.

“you two are unbelievable,” fiona said snarkily, rolling her eyes.

“thank you?” you questioned as someone handed you your guitar.

“wasn’t a compliment.”

then within a second, the curtain began to lift, and with it, went the tension. the show went perfectly, not a fluke in the set. the crowd was live and those up front were eager to interact with the band. their posters hung high and paraphernalia (mostly bras) decorated the stage floor by the end of the concert, all of it just adding to your high.

and then came the end.

the crowd roared as the curtains went down. once they had shut completely and the stage lights no longer shone fiercely in your face, you let out a breath and wiped the sweat that was drenching your face. you followed your bandmates out the back and back into the limo. the adrenaline was still pumping, and like every night, you knew it was far from over. kev immediately told the driver to head to a strip club, and that he did. within a couple minutes, you were outside an over-the-top club with pictures of curvy women decorating the front. it had stopped being strange going to strip clubs as a woman after a couple times. of course being attracted to them made the experience so much better.

once inside, a manager recognized your band and gave you seats right up front. your wallet was out of your pocket in seconds as you and your bandmates pulled out stacks of cash. the first round of drinks came around and everyone was ready to let loose (yes, including fiona). hours went by but the shots and drugs never stopped coming. you watched as your male band mates got lap dances over and over again, and if one of the strippers was really feeling it, you and fiona would get one too. you shared very different responses. you welcomed it with open arms, or… an open lap? fiona, on the other hand, would tense up. even with alcohol in her system, she couldn’t accept it properly.

the bartender announced last call, but just as you raised your hand, fiona pushed it down.

“i think we’ve had enough,” she said.

“no, its on me. one more,” you insisted.

“no no, you’ve had enough,” she emphasized, her words slightly slurred.

you raised your hand again, but fiona yanked you off the chair, both of you stumbling slightly. your head was spinning. she pulled you out the door and out onto the street. the cold air hit my face and you winced immediately. she continued to pull you around in search of a taxi. lip and kev had found groupies to take back to their hotel rooms. ian never stuck around for the strip clubs, you wondered why…

you stood on the sidewalk, trying to flag down any taxi’s. soon, one pulled over. you got in and as you drove, your hangover began to kick in. your head started to pound and everything felt like it was spinning when you closed your eyes. all you could think about was how you had to find another bottle of alcohol to make it go away.

the drive was quick and as you and fiona walked through the lobby, you noticed how late it was. the lobby was almost completely deserted, besides some families arriving from flights. those near you stared at us like circus animals, their eyes following as you walked towards the elevator.

you stepped in and realized it was the same elevator you had been in earlier. however, now you were standing pressed up against each other. her head was resting on your shoulder and you could tell she was feeling just like you. you were looking at her, or the back of her head, and it was as though she felt it because she lifted herself up a little so she was looking up at you too.

“now who smells like a bar floor?” you joked.

she buried her head into your neck, so close that her lips were almost grazing your skin. she sniffed loudly before laughing in her drunken state.

“still you,” she said, her voice slightly muffled.

you laughed with her before speaking again.

“you’re not so bad when you let loose fiona,” you said.

“you’re not so bad when i’m drunk,” she giggled.

“fuck you,” you said jokingly.

she lifted herself off you until she was standing straight. her eyes met yours and you were so close to each other that the warm breath that was just moments ago on your neck was now hitting your lips.

fiona’s half-lidded eyes flipped rapidly between your eyes and your lips. then with no warning at all, she slowly leaned into you until your lips met. before the situation could escalate anymore, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. as she walked out of the elevator, you grabbed her hand and began dragging her down the halls.

“where are we going?” she asked.

“back to your room,” you said.

“it’s late, y/n,” she laughed.

“no, it’s early. we have to be awake in a couple hours anyway. why sleep when we could do something much more fun,” you smirked.

you heard her laugh from behind and she handed you her key. as you fumbled with trying to get it in the lock, she wrapped her arms around your waist from behind and began to leave sloppy kisses down your neck.

“hurry up,” she whispered in your ear.

you pushed the door open and as soon as it was closed and locked, you were all over each other. needless to say, your bed would remain perfectly made, just as you’d predicted. fiona’s on the other hand, is a different story…

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[bumblesimagines]

this wasn't supposed to happen.

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

we should do that again sometime.

Fiona Gallagher

we should do that again sometime.

this wasn't supposed to happen.

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

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nice to meet you, Fiona."

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

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

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

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

[thebearer]

lip gallagher with baby mia when one of the boys accidentally hurts her while they’re playing🥺

"How long you think they'll stay out there?" Lip rasped, hands smoothing down your waist, your hips.

"Hm," You sigh, leaning back against his chest, his chin hooking over your shoulder. "Probably not long enough." You grin.

Lip presses a kiss to your shoulder- inviting. "Think we could make it quick." Lip muttered, hips flush against yours. "Just bend over f'me, I'll be real quick-"

A screech, high pitched and urgent had you both stilling, every parental atom in your bodies halting and jumping with alarm. Lip looked out the window over the sink. Jude, Freddie, and Ronan all standing in a half circle over Amelia.

"Shit," Lip muttered, bounding out the back door towards the kids. "What happened? What's goin' on?" He demanded, looking at his boys with a stern glare.

Amelia sobbed, big tears that streamed down her cheeks, hands and knees skinned and bleeding. "What happened? C'mere, Mia." Lip cooed, picking up the four year old, holding her to his hip.

All three of his boys stared at him, unmoving, a little guilty. "Hey, I'm not askin' again." Lip snapped, firm and commanding. "What happened? How did your sister get hurt?"

You came down the steps, a wet cloth in hand, just in time to see Ronan start to crack. He was your baby, never very good at lying, especially to you.

"Oh, Mia, what happened? Are you ok?" You cooed, running a hand down her messy curls. "Roanie," You looked at your youngest softly. "What happened? Did she fall?"

"Yeah," Jude said before Ronan could answer. "She-She tripped."

"Ronan," You hummed. "Did your sister trip?"

Ronan fidgeted under the looks of you and Lip, unsure and nervous with his brother's beside him. You and Lip knew better, knew that one of them got too rough and pushed her.

"Jude pushed her." Freddie rolled his eyes. "Jude just own up to it. You're gonna get us all in trouble." He muttered.

"I didn't mean to!" Jude snarled, diving at his brother to smack him in a way that contradicted his opposition. "She wanted to play with us, and-and she got in the way!"

"Yeah? You're supposed to be careful." Lip tried to contain his irritation. Jude was a kid, they all were, only seven. "You're not 'sposed to lie to us either. What'd we say about that?"

"It's not fair!" Jude whined, shoulders dropping in a fit. "You make us play with Mia, and she doesn't even know how to! She cries all the time!"

"Hey," Lip snapped.

"Jude," You pressed a hand to Lip's arm soothingly. "You just have to be a little careful with her, ok? She's still little." Jude bristled with anger, lip jutting and face scrunching- he looked just like Lip. "And Mia, when the boys are playing, you need to get out of their way, ok?" You turn towards your youngest.

Lip glares at you, hugging Mia closer to his chest. You fight back an eye roll, he babied her so much- so soft now.

"Take her inside. I'll get the first aid in a sec." You mutter to Lip, nodding towards the door. "C'mere, Judie." You coo, pulling the sulking, young boy close.

"I know you don't like playing with your sister all the time, but thank you for including her." You whisper, your forehead against his. "She loves playing with you."

"I know." Jude sighs, breath a little shaky. "She just... She gets in the way, Mama."

"I know." You hum, hand stroking down his curls. "Just let me know next time, ok? You don't push people down."

"I didn't mean to." Jude whined. "She was in my way."

"Still," You countered. "You don't push. Tell her to move, and if she doesn't, come get me or Daddy, ok?" Jude nods, still a little pouty. "Ok, go play. You guys have about an hour then it's bath time." You announced, pressing a kiss to the top of Jude's head, before the three boys scattered back out to play.

Lip had Mia in his lap, rocking her soothingly while he tried to wipe away the dirt. He was so gentle, holding the cloth to her hands and pressing kisses to the palms. It made your heart burst.

"How's it look?" You ask, reaching under the sink for the First Aid- with four kids, it was always stocked.

"Just scraped." Lip muttered. "Think it just needs Neosporin and some bandaids."

"Does it hurt, baby?" You ask Mia, frowning lightly at her quivering little lip.

"Yeah." Amelia nodded, curling into Lip's lap. "I fell'd, and-and hurt my hands and my knees, Mama." She lisped, rubbing her wet eyes.

"I know. Daddy's been taking care of you, though, hasn't he?" You coo, pulling the Neosporin out. "Here, this will make you feel better, ok? Let Mama put it on."

"Burn?" Mia asked, pulling her hands back frantically before you could put the cream on. You'd had to use peroxide on a cut for her a few weeks ago and she'd screamed at the burn. Now she was terrified all medicine would burn.

"No, not burn. You won't feel this one at all." You hum, slathering her little scrapes in Neosporin. "You wanna pick out your bandaids?"

[strnqer]

TEN THINGS I HATE ABOUT U

pairing. lip gallagher x afab!reader

synopsis. lip gallagher believed he had it all: a best friend who always had his back and loved him unconditionally—the same girl he thought he had fallen for—and a dysfunctionally perfect family. but one day as he climbed her window in search of her, he stumbled upon a list detailing all the ways in which he had hurt her. and suddenly she wasn’t just his best friend, she was the girl he had taken for granted, knowing or believing she would always be by his side. what would happen when, one day, she simply wasn’t there anymore?

content warning

i. the beginning of the end

ii. one: his voice

iii. two: his smile

iv. three: his laugh

v. four: his eyes

vi. five: his hands

vii. six: his looks

viii. seven: his scent

ix. eight: lip gallagher

x. nine: the way he knew me

xi. ten: you

[gallaghersgal]

okokokokok maggie. walk with me.

band au + fake dating trope with fiona.

do you see my vision -🐁

oh i absolutely see the vision no warnings, slight angst but not rlly. gn!reader

prompts from my fic trope prompt list and au prompt list! part of my 1,500 follower celebration! masterlist coming soon <3

it was all album promo. right? you and fiona were both artists, creating storylines in the songs you wrote. and the fans knew that too, didn't they?

the idea originally was brought up over breakfast, when a sweet younger fan had spotted the two of you, coming up and saying, "you guys are just so cute together, i love your music!"

after a picture and autograph for the girl, fiona looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "you thinkin' what i'm thinkin'?"

you laughed and nodded immediately, and that's how it began. you both saw other people in private while pretending to be together for the fans. it worked great with a lot of the songs the two of you had been writing, and the tour went amazing. you ended each show with an on stage kiss, nothing the two of you hadn't done before of course, seeing as you've been friends practically forever.

at the last show of the tour, fiona covered her mic and whispered in your ear before she kissed you, "last one before the breakup album, baby. let's make it special, yeah?"

your stomach twisted into knots as her lips pressed to yours. a hand threaded through the hair at the nape of her neck, the two of you spinning around with the kiss as usual, before parting for a final bow. as you came up you looked over at her, seeing her eyes sparkle with mischief.

oh. fuck.

[inguaribile-romantica9]

I like how he smells