#franny Gallagher

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[batterycityghoul]

Shameless: Go Home, Gentrifier! (s11e02)

[burninface]

Family UNO Night

Mickey: "Use reverse firecrotch, I have a draw 4 for Lip." Ian: "🤨How did you know that I have reverse?!" Mickey: "Didn't. But you just told me😏."

[rxinbowwparadise]

This might be the cutest video I’ve ever seen 😭

[deedala]

uncles

[atthedugouts]

Birthday Breakfast

Mickey stayed in bed. He could hear all the fucking commotion going on downstairs and he didn’t want to be a part of it. There’s banging of pots, shouts, cupboards opening and closing, and every now and then a loud shush from Ian telling Franny that the birthday boy is still sleeping.

Mickey is the birthday boy.

Birthdays were not celebrated in the Milkovich house growing up. Maybe in the rare times when it was just his mom and his dad was in jail and it happened to line up with someone’s big day. But Mickey can’t recall for sure. 

The Gallaghers are all so fucking close. It makes Mickey uncomfortable. His ideal day would be to play video games naked with Ian. But he can’t do that in this clown car of a house.

But it’s his first birthday being married to Ian and he knows who his husband is. He knows that Ian will go all out because the fucking sap just can’t help himself. So he stays in bed and waits for the inevitable.

 The noise downstairs quiets down and he hears footsteps climb the stairs. Then the door cracks open and he hears an excited little whisper.

“He’s awake Uncle Ian!”

The door opens, revealing Franny and Ian carrying a tray of breakfast.

“Uncle Mickey! Happy birthday!” The little girl shouts. Mickey can’t help but smile. It’s strange that Franny actually likes him.

Mickey sits up and Ian comes over and places the tray of food on the bed.

“Happy birthday,” Ian greets, kissing the top of his head.

“Mommy and me and Uncle Ian made you breakfast!”

“Is that so?” Mickey says, playing along like he didn’t hear every goddamn thing for the past hour.

“Yeah, we made pancakes and bacon and eggs and orange juice and fruit,” Franny explains.

“Is the pancake looking at me?” MIckey asks.

“The eggs are eyes!” Franny points.

Mickey laughs and looks at his husband who has a stupid smile on his face.

“Cool,” Mickey responds and picks up the fork. He can get used to this birthday thing.

[michellemisfit]

Sometimes it’s nice to take a moment to look back at what you’ve created.

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Franny: Hey, anybody got any old furniture? I'm moving into the attic

Mickey: The attic?

Franny: Hey, at least it's big. Aunt Mandy said you used to live in a closet

Mickey: *glaring at his sister*

[mouseymilkovich]

In honor of our most recent shenanigans - I would like to request a Dad!LipxReader where Lip takes his baby girl (toddler age 1-3 years old🤗) to a *water*park (since it is summer after all!) & also takes Frannie and Deb’s / Sandy along & lip realizes when reader is tending to Frannie/Their little babe that he really does wanna get married after tossing it around in his mind after a while 🥰😍

CAPRI MY BELOVED!!!! yes. i love this.

no content tags !! just loads of fluff. and introducing reader's daughter with Lip officially: Morgan Claudia Gallagher (Claudia after Clyde Youens our beloved<3)

A small pile of Gallaghers (and two honourary Gallaghers) in a van— Debbie, Franny, Sandy, Liam, Lip, you, plus your daughters, Xan and Morgan, all on your way to the waterpark, in an attempt to beat Chicago's summer heat.

You and Lip had very briefly discussed getting married a few times— for a few reasons, one of the biggest being that technically, you weren't a legal guardian of Liam or Xan, only Lip was, it'd be easier for you to become that if you were married... and the even bigger and most obvious reason, you two were in love. But, marriage also scared the hell out of both of you.

As the family settled on a place to sit and keep their things, you slathered sunscreen on all the kids— Morgan, then Franny, then Liam, then Xan.

"Why do I even need sunscreen?" Liam asked.

You sighed. "Buddy, we've been over this a million times— it protects you from more than sunburns."

Lip couldn't help chuckling to himself as he watched you with all the little ones; though, Xan and Liam weren't so little anymore. It got him thinking about the whole marriage thing again...

You, looking beautiful in a wedding dress. Ian being his best man. Maybe Debbie would be your maid of honour, she always adored you and you loved her, no matter how ridiculous or stupid she could be. Xan, Franny, and Morgan all as little flower girls, Liam being a ring bearer. Maybe Mickey giving you away, seeing as your own father wasn't in the picture...

"Dada?" Morgan's little voice broke Lip from his thoughts.

"What's up, sweetheart?" He asked her with a smile.

"Mama says 's youw tuwn fow sunscween!" She told him, motioning over to where you were looking at him expectantly.

Lip laughed softly and nodded. He gave Morgan a quick kiss on the head, then went over to you. "Right. That."

"We really don't need a repeat of last summer, do we?" You teased as you started rubbing sunscreen on Lip's back.

Ah yes, last summer, when he refused sunscreen, but you were too busy with Morgan fussing you pay attention. And spent majority of the following two weeks complaining about the gnarly sunburn he acquired— Xan and Liam would not stop making fun of him, calling him the names of various red fruits and vegetables.

"No, we don't." Lip muttered with a reluctant groan as you made sure every inch of his exposed skin with sunscreen.

You laughed a little, rolling your eyes as he turned to face you so you could get his front.

He smirked a little at you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Keep touchin' me like that and we're gonna end up giving Morgan a baby sibling."

"Oh my god, get your mind out of the gutter." You giggled, playfully poking him in the ribs. Oh, if only he knew...

"It never leaves the gutter, babe."

┈

Once you were sure everybody was sunscreened up, including Debbie and Sandy, Lip took it upon himself to take Liam on the biggest waterslide the park had to offer. Xan would've joined them, but she was a little intimidated by it— maybe later.

Instead, Xan took Morgan and Franny over to the little kiddie pool in front of where you guys had parked your things. Debbie and Sandy had gone to get everybody drinks.

While you sat alone, watching your daughters and niece, your mind wandered to the same place Lip's had earlier— marriage. Somehow, in your mind, being married to Lip would simultaneously change everything and nothing. You'd officially be a Gallagher, you'd become Liam and Xan's legal guardian, you'd be fucking married.

"That was awesome!" Liam shouted as he and Lip returned to you, the same time Debbie and Sandy returned with drinks.

You laughed softly. "I'm glad, buddy! I know you've wanted to go on that slide forever."

You recalled coming to the same waterpark with Lip and his siblings when the littlest ones were younger, even baby Liam looked at that giant slide in awe. Back then, you and Lip hadn't been more than friends, and you never would've imagined having a baby with him either. The thought made you smile.

"Hey, um, Debs, Sandy, you wanna take the kids on a ride?" You asked, hinting you wanted a second with Lip.

The pair looked at you, and shrugged, then Sandy went to round up the girls.

"Yay! Auntie Sandy!" Morgan giggled happily as Sandy scopped up your daughter and Franny.

As the pair headed off with the kids, you looked at Lip with a little smile.

"So... we were talking about... yknow..." You muttered, trying to hint.

Lip took a second, then he realized, his eyes widening a bit. "Y-Yeah? What about it?"

"Do you still wanna—"

"Fuck, baby, seriously?! Of course, but— shit! You gotta let me do it properly!" Lip said quickly

You laughed loudly, taking his face in your hands. "You know I don't care about you doing it 'properly' or whatever, babe." You muttered softly.

"Yeah, but... I wanna." He muttered softly, sighing a little.

You smiled softly, then kissed Lip gently. "Okay. But make it soon, cus... I've been feeling a little sick lately."

Lip's eyes widened again. He remembered the last time you said those words to him. "You're...?"

"I think so."

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

dedicated to everybody who thinks debbie would abandon franny

[redwiccanrobin]

“Oh yeah? Me too.”

[octoberscigarettes]

I just want to remind everybody that Debbie Gallagher was always a smart, loving, and responsible girl. Granted, sometimes she was misguided (kidnapping Casey). She was always a good person.

I would also remind everybody that the moment "Debbie went downhill" is directly following her being sexually harassed and traumatized. A grown man looking her in the eyes, Debbie a young girl not in puberty yet, and jerking off to her on a bus the the catalyst for 99% of the behaviors you hate Debbie for.

Especially when you combine this sexually traumatizing event with her upbringing and family.

And don't even get me started on the way sexual trauma exacerbated the comp-het Debbie displayed.

Debbie Gallagher in the end of S11 is still smart, loving, and responsible. And we see this in the way she manages a household, in the way she raises and adores her daughter. Sometimes she is still a little bit misguided (the princess party Franny clearly didn't want). But she is still a good person. And I need you to know that.

[burninface]

oooooops!!

[thepupperino]

Kiss 47 pretty pls? 🙏

Hi I’m so sorry it took me forever to think of something for this one!!

TW for brief homophobic language.

47. …out of spite

The sun beats down on them in true Chicago summer fashion, and Mickey regrets wearing this black t-shirt.

Liam insisted they get there early so they could have a good spot for the parade—“I’m little; I won’t be able to see if we’re in the back.”

Ian followed up with a comment about how Mickey wouldn’t be able to see either, and Mickey responded with a well-deserved punch to the arm.

The parade’s due to start any time now, and the protesters know it too. Mickey hears chants of “God hates homos” and sees the oversized picket signs appear on the corner.

He remembers coming to one of these things with Terry when he was a little kid. They didn’t bring any signs, but Terry taught him how to pick a victim and deliver a beatdown.

Mickey feels his skin grow hot in response and he clenches his jaw. Ian looks past him at the protestors and slings his arm around Mickey’s shoulders. “Ignore ‘em,” he says. “Nothing we haven’t heard before.”

“But there’s kids here, man,” Mickey replies, gesturing toward Liam and Franny.

Ian presses a kiss to the top of his head, which draws the attention of the protestors. They jeer and shout, and Mickey clenches his fists, ready for a fight.

“You’re going to hell!” a man shouts, raising his sign in the air. Mickey tries to ignore him like Ian said, but the man and his friends continue. As Mickey stares at them, the leader seems to morph into Terry. Seething with rage, he pulls Ian down for a long, sloppy kiss, his middle finger raised toward the protestors defiantly.

You can prompt me too!

[deedala]

Redheaded Gallaghers in the Kitchen

You know how Ian loves being a big brother? And an uncle? You know what I think is neat? It was Debbie who first made him both of those things.

[atthedugouts]

Please

@galladrabbles prompt courtesy of @thepupperino

“Please tell me, please!” For some reason Franny started asking every couple she comes across their meet cute. Mickey thinks meet cute is a fucking dumb way to ask how a couple got together.

Mickey looked at his husband and sensed that Ian “no filter” Gallagher was going to tell their niece their very inappropriate meet fuck.

“I went over to his house to-” Ian starts to say.

“We got together in high school,” Mickey interrupts quickly.

Franny’s eyes got wide. “You’re high school sweethearts?”

“Yup,” Ian said with pride.

“That definitely number one,” Franny says writing in her notebook.