#philip gallagher

[bloatedandalone04]

It Comes Back

➪the one where you and lip are broken up (but not for long).

Warnings: swearing, shameless themes, mentions of alcohol, drinking, fake ass friends, angst, fluff, kissing (oh no), drunk reader, pet names.

Word Count: 3.4k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

The pounding on the door never went away, despite Lip ignoring it for about five minutes now. If he didn’t do something about it soon, everyone in the house would wake up and he’d have a bigger problem to deal with. 

He sits up from his lying position and stands up from the couch, making his way towards the front door with an irritated look on his face. Swinging the door open, he was met with the annoyed faces of your friends, Daneel and Marissa. “Fucking finally,” Marissa muttered and it was then when Lip noticed your slouched form. Your arms were draped over your friends’ shoulders as you struggled to stand up properly. “Ever heard of opening a door?”

“I just did,” he replied and narrowed his eyes at the way they were both doing a piss poor job at keeping you upright. “What’s wrong with her?” He tried to hide his concern, but there was no denying that he was more than a bit worried at the state you were currently in.

“She can’t handle alcohol to save her life,” Daneel grunted as she pushed your arm off her. “That’s what’s wrong with her.”

Lip glared at her as he instinctively reached out to grab your wrist before you were sent stumbling back. “How much has she had to drink?” 

“Not a fucking clue,” Marissa laughed as she pushed you into the arms of your ex-boyfriend. “I lost count after her third beer.”

“Fuck,” he muttered as he held your nearly limp body against his chest with one hand. The other one reached up to brush away the messy strands of hair from your face, and his gaze softened at the sad expression you wore as you refused to meet his eyes. He looked back over at your friends and furrowed his brows when he saw that they were halfway down the stairs. “Hey, where the hell are you two going?”

“Back to the bar,” Daneel called back. “We just wanted to make sure Boozie over here got home safely.”

“Yeah, but this isn’t her house,” he pointed out, but his words didn’t seem to affect the two girls. 

“Right, you guys broke up, didn’t you?” Marissa laughed quietly and gave Daneel a shrug. “Maybe that’s why she was so depressed tonight.”

They both laughed at that before waving at Lip and walking down the street. 

“Fuck’s sake,” he muttered as he wrapped your arm around his shoulder and guided you inside. He sat you down on the couch where he previously was, before heading back towards the door and peeking out at the retreating forms of your friends. He scoffed and flipped them off before shutting the door loudly. He usually didn’t bother with locking it when it was just him and his family there, but since you were only a few feet away from him and drunk, he found himself twisting the lock. 

Back in the living room, Lip finds your shivering form still on the couch. He noticed the way your arms were wrapped around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself up, so he took it upon himself to grab a blanket from off a pile of magazines that was near the window. 

He draped it across your shoulders and watched as you gave him a drunken, grateful smile, before he sat down next to you. He tried not to think about the last time he was on the couch with you, back when the two of you broke up and you left the house in tears. It was hard to think that the time before that was when he had the house to himself for once and fucked you into the very cushions you were sitting on. 

Lip had to hold back a groan at the memory of it. You were drunk and very clearly upset, and he needed to be there for you, despite it being just over a week and a half since you broke up.

“Thanks,” you murmur softly as you bury yourself in the blanket. As you inhaled the scent that was the Gallagher’s, your brows furrowed and your eyes closed a bit more. “Wait, why am I here?”

Lip shook his head and leaned back on the couch, his elbow pressing into the armrest as he huffed, “Because your so called friends are fucking idiots,” he muttered and turned his head to look at you. “I’ve told you that before, I don’t know why you hang out with them.”

You refuse to meet his eyes as you give him a pathetic shrug. “Because they’re my friends,” you offer weakly and don’t have to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes. 

“Friends don’t pull the kind of shit that they just did,” he mumbled and desperately wanted to light a cigarette right now, but he didn’t want to leave you unattended. “Fuck, I mean…we’re fucking friends, and I wouldn’t do that to you. I wouldn’t leave you.”

Lip wasn’t actually sure where he stood with you. You were exes, sure, but friends? He had no clue if you were even friends at this point, but the whole relationship had originally started out as a friendship, so it wasn’t like you two couldn’t go back to that, no matter how much he hated the thought of just being your friend. 

“I was ruining their night,” you weakly tried defending your friends while also calling yourself out. 

Lip scoffed. “They told you that?”

You shake your head and inch closer to him, your body beginning to feel weak with fatigue. “They didn’t have to,” you mumbled. “I could tell I was being a wallflower, and they shouldn’t have to babysit me all night long just because I can’t get my shit together.”

He shook his head at your words. You were always one to defend the fucking idiots in your life, himself included whenever you stuck your neck out for him when you were still together. He tried to ignore the way you leaned even closer to him and was barely able to keep yourself upright. “They shouldn’t have invited you out in the first place when they knew you weren’t in the right state of mind to drink as much as you did,” he said, before quickly adding. “Which was fucking dumb, by the way. What were you thinking? You can barely handle one beer, let alone three.”

You look down at his lap, embarrassment washing over you at his tone. You felt like he was your parent and lecturing you about sticking to your limit when out at the bar, but he really wasn’t much better. “I was thinking about you,” you mutter and see his head turn to face you out of the corner of your eye. “I’m always thinking about you, and for one night, just one fucking night, I wanted to forget. I want to forget you.” 

Lip felt his heart deflate a bit at that, but he knew you were completely wasted, and he held onto that fact. There was no way you meant that, right? You had been together for nearly two years before calling it quits, and he’d hate to think he hurt you so much that you were beginning to regret getting with him in the first place. 

He wasn’t able to wallow in self pity for much longer, as you continued before he could even think about how to respond to that, “I still want you, still love you and I wish I never met you,” 

Your words caught him off guard, and he really wanted that cigarette now. 

He looked over at you and felt his shoulders tense up at the sad expression you wore. You weren’t making any sense, and he could only hope you would feel up to talk to him about this in the morning, when you were sober. 

For a minute, Lip let himself go back to when you were both so happy and together. He found himself getting lost in how it felt to be so close to you again, and how much he missed being around you, how much he missed you. “You should get some sleep, baby,” the name slipped past his lips before he could even stop himself, so used to calling you that, but you didn’t seem to mind as you just nodded. “You’re going to feel fucked up tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes and leaned towards him. He was about to stand up so you could lay down properly on the couch, but stopped when you blindly reached out to push him back down. When he is sitting down again, you wrap the blanket further around you before laying your head down on his thigh and using it as a pillow. 

Lip couldn’t move now even if he wanted to, and he really didn’t, as you fell asleep almost instantly. He sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair and glanced at the clock. The time read 2:35 in the morning, and he wondered just how much of this you would remember when you woke up in a few hours. 

-

He woke up the next morning when Fiona had made her way down the stairs, her being the first of many Gallagher’s to wake up. He lifted his head up from where it had tilted back against the top of the couch sometime last night when he fell asleep, and groaned quietly at the stiff muscles in his neck.

As his older sister passed by the door frame, she stopped and backtracked when she caught sight of you with your head still resting on his thigh, and your arm draped over his knee. She furrowed her brows as she mouthed, “Are you back together?”

Lip shook his head and watched the glimmer of hope fade from her face as the sound of Ian bounding down the stairs was heard throughout the house. “Oh, shit,” he said in surprise when he, too, saw you on the couch. “Are you guys back together?” 

Fiona answered for her brother, “No, they’re not,” 

Ian looked confused as he asked, “Then why is she sleeping on you?”

“Her fuckhead friends dropped her off here last night,” Lip said and looked down at you, the movement making his neck ache but he didn’t mind it as he caught sight of the way your lashes fluttered against your cheek. “Apparently she ruined their fun by drinking too much.”

Fiona cringed as she grabbed a mug. “Poor girl,”

Debbie was next to walk down the stairs, and her loud morning voice was what woke you up. Lip’s thigh was sore as you slowly lifted your head from it, and he decided that he liked it when you fell asleep on his chest a lot better. 

Your eyes are barely open as you sit up and immediately cover your ears when Debbie notices you. “Is that Y/n?!” She asked excitedly and ran over to you. You had no time to process anything as she threw herself at you in an embrace. 

“Hi, Debs,” you mutter, clearly confused as you hardly return the hug before she pulls away. 

“Knock it off,” Lip says as he tugs his sister away from you, knowing that you weren’t at all a morning person and were probably refraining from going off on the kid for waking you up. 

“Yeah, Deb, lay off the sugar before bed,” Fiona says sternly as she hands you a mug. You take it from her and sip the coffee, grunting in disgust when you were met with a bitter taste. “Black coffee is the best way to reduce a hangover. Take it from me.” 

You slouch back against the couch as you hold the mug with both hands, still in the process of waking up. Glancing to your right, you notice Lip still sitting next to you. “What happened last night?” You ask as you try to recall how exactly you ended up on your ex-boyfriend’s couch. 

“You got drunk, like, really drunk, and Melissa and Danielle dropped you off here,”

“Melissa and Danielle?” You ask with a furrowed brow before realizing who he was talking about. “Oh, you mean Marissa and Daneel?”

“Same difference,” he muttered just as Carl came flying down the stairs in a mess of limbs.

He reached the bottom and shot up when he walked by the couch. “Oh, hey, Y/n,” he greeted you as if your presence here was a normal thing, and up until almost two weeks ago, it was. 

You give him a half-assed wave before closing your eyes tightly and praying that you will survive the pounding in your head. 

Fiona must have felt bad for you as she quickly gathered up a few lunch foods before throwing them in a couple of disposable brown bags. “Okay, time to let the drunk girl rest,” she said and guided Ian, Debbie, Carl and Liam towards the front door. “Time to go to school. Lip, I take it you’re staying home to look after her?” She nodded at you and he waved her off as he stood up. 

“Yeah, yeah, I got her,” he said and walked into the kitchen. 

Soon, the house was empty except for you and Lip, and you cower further into the couch as you listen to him rummage around in the next room. After drinking half of the gross coffee, you felt well enough to sit up properly and shrug the blanket off of you, hating how it smelled like your ex. 

You place the mug on the coffee table just as he exits the kitchen with a plate in his hand. He sits next to you again, though a bit further away than before, and holds the plate out to you. “Toast?” You ask as you eye the food, ignoring the flutter in your heart at the fact that he had made you some form of breakfast, despite him not needing to. 

“With jam,” he corrected with a quick smile before it was gone and you were shaking your head. “It’s all we have.”

“Thank you,” you take the plate from him and lift the toast up to your mouth, taking the smallest bite possible out of it. 

“So,” he starts as you chew the lightly toasted piece of bread, hating that he knew your toast preferences so well. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

You put the toast back onto the plate and think about it for a second, before shaking your head. “Not really,” you answer and set the plate down on your lap. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Yeah,” he said, lifting his hand and massaging the stiffness out of the back of his neck. “Your scummy friends ditched you with me because you got drunk.”

You rolled your eyes and shove the plate back into his hands before grabbing the mug and standing up. “Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean they’re scummy,” you mutter and walk into the kitchen, finishing off the coffee and setting the mug down in the sink.

Lip scoffs as he bites into the toast he made for you. “No, them dropping you off at your ex-boyfriends house so they don’t have to keep an eye on you and to go get drunk makes them scummy,” he calls out to you and sets the half eaten toast on the plate, leaving it on the couch as he gets up to go after you. He finds you leaning against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest as you stare at him. 

You were still in the black dress you wore to the bar last night, and he was pretty sure that it was his favorite one, as he recalls complimenting you every time you wore it out with him. “They’re not so bad,” you say quietly, and Lip was about done with hearing you defend the people who abandoned you. 

“They’re the fucking worst,” he said, fed up. “I asked you this before, and even though you didn’t give me a decent answer then, I’m going to ask you again. Why the fuck do you continue to hang out with them?” 

You shrug pathetically as you avoid eye contact with him. “Because they’re all I have,”

Lip shakes his head at that, not happy with your answer at all as he leaned against the fridge across from where you were. “That’s bullshit,” he grunted. “You had me, you still have me. Why do you let them treat you like that? In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve always let people walk all over you. Then you get pissed off with me when I call you out on it. Why?”

“It was too much,” you mumble and shake your head, crossing your arms tighter. “It felt so right with you, too right. You made this fucked up place seem. You, Fi, fuck, even Carl. You guys are a real family who look out for each other. I never had that, never felt like I deserved it. You know where I came from and what my life was like before I met you. That’s what I deserve, not this. Not you.”

Lip had never heard such nonsense in all his life. He had never heard you talk like that about yourself, and he quickly decided he didn’t like it. “You think you deserve to go back to that life? To how things were before I took you away from all that shit? You don’t,” he crossed his own arms, mirroring your stance as you lifted your head to meet his eyes. “You’re smart, but you’re also fucking dumb if you think I’m going to allow you to go back to that part of your life.”

You tried not to let his words affect you, but you couldn’t ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at how much he still clearly cared for you. “It’s not up to you,”

“Damn it, Y/n,” he ran his hand through his hair, frustrated at you now. “Why can’t you see yourself in the way that everyone else does? Daneel or Danielle or whoever the fuck she is dosn’t give a shit about you, and you shouldn’t give a shit about her, either.”

You knew he was right, you knew that Daneel and Marissa were the definition of fake friends, but you didn’t have much experience around those who cared for you. Between your friends, parents and your siblings, none of them treated you like how Lip and his family did. Could you really be blamed for believing that you weren’t worthy of him? “They’re all I have-”

“They’re not, baby,” he slipped up and called you by the name once again, but didn’t bother correcting himself as he stepped forward and grabbed your right hand in both of his. “They’re not and you know it. You have me, and my own fucked up family. You have us. You and me.”

You felt shy suddenly as you asked, “Still?” He places your hand flat against his chest so you could feel the steady beat of his heart, something that calms you down as you clarify your question. “I still have you?” 

“Yes,’’ he answered and you don’t bother holding back a sigh of relief. “You still have me.”

“I’m sorry,” you nearly whispered, despite the two of you being the only ones in the house. “I missed you.”

“I missed you,” he said back, moving forward to press his forehead against yours. “Fuck, breaking up was the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.”

You hum in agreement as you bring your other hand up to rest against his chest while his reach down to grip your waist. “You regret it?”

“Are you kidding?” He scoffed before pressing a quick kiss to the skin of your neck. “I haven’t been able to sleep without you, that’s why I was on the couch last night before you even got here.”

Your face heats up at that, as well at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “Really?” 

Lip hummed as his forehead returned to yours. 

“Well,” you trailed off as you slid your hands up his chest and set them on the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. “We might have to do something about that. When was the last time you slept for more than a few hours?”

“When did we break up?”

“A week and a half ago,”

“About a week and a half ago,” he answered and you grinned for a second before he was closing the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours for the first time in nearly two weeks. 

[sevvie-posts]

GUYS give me your fav fics of mickey bonding w the gallaghers,,,,blz theyre always so fun

[jawstan]

we always talk about how carmy or lip eats pussy so fucking well and yes I agree, but let's thinking about jeremy and fuck i know he's devour it.

this man would be that man to own the 'eat pussy, it's vegan' shirt. he's so enthusiastic about it. i just know with my whole heart and soul he eats you like he's been starved for months. he's devouring you, for sure, and is deffo sloppy with it. this man isn't afraid to get messy during normal sex, so ofc he's going to practically drown himself in your arousal. theres so much spit it's soaking down to leave a rather large wet spot on the sheets. wants you to cum on his tongue and only his tongue, and god damn is he good with it. he's the type to playfully nip at your clit while you try to squirm away from him. says something along the lines of "don't run from me, m' just tryin' t'make ya feel good, sweetheart." and knowing that you're a whore for his nose, he would rubbing it so slowly in ur clit making you drip and cletch while uses that brute strength of his (god bless) to keep your thighs pinned and held over his shoulders until he's satisfied. does not accept his meal as finished until you're squirting and your voice has gone gravely from crying out his name.

[theserenityinviolence]

please god I ain't much but for whatever im worth don't let me be a lip gallagher

god knows i shoot my foot enough

[mattykay]

ok ok hear me out

lip with a witchy partner!

I can see him laying on the bed, crystals around him or being rubbed along him. He flinches every now and then when one of the stones was too cool against him.

"Ya sure this is gonna make me feel calm?"

With a beginning ramble from you he nods along.

"Alright, alright baby. I'll.. I'll sit with the rocks."

So you set him up with incense going, crystals around. It makes him calm, despite his reluctance.

You can try to show him tarot but he's even more skeptical.

"I'm not against it, baby, jus' don't see it bein' right."

But Lip wouldn't even begin to say no. Your craft mingles with his life. He lets you stash crystals in his pockets, and he even rubs them when he's stressed. He starts leaving you his eggshells for you to use and his orange peels. He doesn't even make a sound when you put random oils on his skin. He just smiles and kisses your temple.

It's all weird, but it's what he signed up for.

[augdawg888]

lip gallagher headcanons

i feel like i cant find any shameless headcanons that aren't extremely sexual, so here ya go !!

he prefers the summer over winter

loves all the layers and shit

when he was younger he was constantly reading

he's read like every kids book series there is

and he hated (secretly loved) every single one of them

he gets frequent migraines and headaches

debilitating for real.

but he refuses to take medicine

any offer is an immediate 'im good, don't worry about it'

so he typically just lies in a dark room until he gets too fidgety and decides to thug it out

he's really good at rolling weed

and he can even do cool designs with filters if he uses one

when he first started smoking it was a pack of winstons he'd stolen from monica

he fucking hatessss silent treatment. he's an arguer so he just wants every to scream back at him !!!

when it comes to fight or flight, he's fight 100%

especially when its a fight he knows he wont win

bro loves picking fights he cant finish for some reason

he's got lots of reasons for it

but i feel like he just wants to feel something.

living in a household like that makes you numb, especially when you're a caretaker and it's not like you have time to be upset.

his knuckles are permanently bruised

just a tinge purple

if he has to handwrite anything his hands will hurttt because he's gotten boxers fracture so many times

nail biter

i don't think he really likes jewelry

he might wear a couple rings but they're basically just fidget toys

he's got adhd

he hyperfixates on some weird intellect shit too

and no one wants to hear about it !!!

just let this man rant okay ??

im him ??? im rewatching shameless and i don't remember anything after like the 4th season, so if this is a bit ooc sorry !!! im really going off the first two seasons

i hope you enjoyed !!

[dearpyramus]

🦇Casstober Day 2: Black Cat🦇

tags/warnings: distressed animal at the beginning (nothing graphic), possibly ooc (sry), soft!lip, college lip and reader

a/n: this didn’t turn out how i anticipated but i hope it’s ok

(fic btc)

You were in the middle of ranting to Lip about your bio lecture when you suddenly lost sight of him. He was walking you back to your dorm, a habit you two had grown into over the past couple weeks. You were more than comfortable walking by yourself, but it was something about Lip’s company that you craved. Even if he could be insufferable sometimes.

As you turned the corner, you caught a glimpse of Lip kneeling behind the dumpster. You involuntarily let out a deep sigh, knowing he was getting into trouble.

However, the sight in front of you was something that you would have never expected. Lip Gallagher was crouched in front of the tiniest black cat, backed into a corner and shaking like a leaf. You must have missed the cries of the poor thing while you were mid-ramble. Either that, or Lip had some kind of sixth sense you didn’t know about.

Lip had his arm outstretched, trying to ease the distressed kitty. You crouched to his level to get a better look at it. It was shaking like a leaf and letting out cries that tore your heart into a million pieces.

“Heyyy, what’re ya doing over there, hm?”

Lip’s voice was ever so soft, as if one wrong move could disturb the poor kitty. You could see the cogs turning in its head, contemplating whether or not to get closer. Lip stayed in that position, ever so patient.

“S’okay, ‘m not gonna hurt ya”

As Lip continued to coo to the critter, you slowly shifted away from him as to not overwhelmed it.

Eventually, the kitten was close enough to hesitantly sniff Lip’s hand. It was so little, just about the size of his hand. You wanted to cry.

“There ya go, s’alright. Y’alright,” Lip continues to soothe the petrified kitty.

You ought to turn away, this moment was so precious you could be sick. You couldn’t take your eyes away from him; he was on cloud nine right now.

The last straw was when the kitty finally let Lip stroke its fur. The smile that painted his face was one you never wanted to forget. You couldn’t stifle the “awww” that escaped your mouth. This caused Lip to jerk his head in your direction as if you said something obscene. He shook his head and chuckled sheepishly.

“Shut up,” he murmured, continuing to softly caress the kitten.

If you weren’t already on the verge of tears then, you certainly were when he proceeded to scoop up the feline, cradling it gently to his chest. His fingers carded through the fluffy black fur and you could have sworn you heard it purring. The kitty nuzzled into his chest, clearly in need of the affection.

“Think the little thing likes you,” you commented.

You weren't exactly sure if the critter was male or female. Regardless, it was the cutest thing in the world. Threat of diseases be damned, you needed to pet its soft fur. You presented a hand to the kitten, allowing in the choice to let you in. A sniff from its tiny nose allowed you to gently run a finger over its fluffy pelt. The texture reminded you of a fluffy blanket.

You didn’t miss how the kitten curled further in Lip’s embrace. This was too much.

“Maybe the kitty thinks your it’s mom,” you pointed out jokingly.

Lip’s eyes widened and he gasped melodramatically at your sudden comment.

“But—I'm not ready to be a parent!”

You rolled your eyes and suppressed a giggle at Lip’s dumb joke. Your eyes darted back down at the ball of fluff cradled into his strong arms, probably feeling the safest it’s felt in a while. The though alone tugged at your heartstrings; the poor kitty didn’t deserve to be alone and frightened. Especially not in this chilly weather.

You had only just met yet this feline had a hold on both of you. You knew there was no way either of you were able to take in a kitten. Not in your dorms, anyway. But one look at the helpless kitty in the arms of the man with puppy dog eyes proved to be a stronger motivator. He really had a way of making you fold. The kitten wasn’t helping, either.

You shook your head and let out a chuckle. Leave it to you and Lip to take in a poor helpless kitty.

divider creds

[gallavichkinnie]

i don't care if the majority of the fandom doesn't support lip. i love him. we are the same. lip is the prodigy child, the most intelligent, the one who gets the highest grades without even trying that hard, because it comes naturally to him. he knows he's smart, but he doesn't understand why so many people want to give him a bright future. he knows he is one of the best, but he doesn't understand and doesn't believe he is THE best. everyone around him tells him that a bright future awaits him, but what if he doesn't really want the bright future that everyone thinks he will have? no, he doesn't want it. he is the definition of the lyric "they told me all of my cages were mental so i got wasted like all my potential, and my words shoot to kill when i'm mad i have a lot of regrets about that" because he can't stop tormenting himself, and this will be the cause of his downfall. the smartest kid on the southside who ends up dropping out of college and becoming a mechanic. why? because his mind is his greatest enemy. lip is that person to whom everyone says "you could have done great things, if only you wanted to, if only you had put in the effort" lip is me, i am lip. nobody gets him like i get him. they could never make me hate him. i'm a lip defender for life.

[bumb-lesy]

Save me shaggy hair lip Gallagher. Save me from this hell I'm living

[lovekenney]

Lip gallagher // All the shine (Donald Glover)

[ssummersolstice]

lip gallagher is so babygirl

[momentarybleu]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO ONES MADE LIP GALLAGHER EDITS W THESE SONGS⁉️ DEVASTATING. (Don’t know why I care sm I don’t even like Lip😭)

Maybe I’ll make ‘em when I’m bored or something 🤷���♂️

This would be a Lip & Frank parallel edit

Born free Lip‼️

[l0veophelia]

𖤐.ᐟ ACADEMIC ATTRACTION

college!lipgallagher x richsorority!femalereader

genre: fluff?

word count: 2.2k words

summary: you and lip are academic rivals, it turns out he's staying in the same sorority house as you - and you two cross paths in the worst way possible.

warnings: sexual comments, swearing (it says fuck once), pet names

a/n: the sexual tension here is CRAZYYY

The sorority house bathroom is dimly lit, the fluorescent lights flickering slightly as steam rises from one of the shower stalls. You're already inside, the warm water cascading over you, washing away the stress of the day. You hum softly to yourself, the sound drowned out by the spray of the showerhead.

Suddenly, your gaze shifts to the corner of the stall—and you freeze. There it is. The enormous spider, its spindly legs moving slowly and deliberately, as if taunting you. You let out a blood-curdling scream, your voice echoing through the tiled room and beyond.

Lip is down the hall, engrossed in studying for an upcoming exam —a class where he and you constantly compete for top scores. The scream jolts him upright, and instinct takes over. Without hesitation, he sprints toward the source of the noise, adrenaline pumping.

He bursts through the bathroom door without thinking, stopping abruptly as he sees her, soaking in a wet towel and clutching at the edge of the stall. Recognition dawns, and his expression flickers between concern and awkwardness. “You’re the one who screamed?” he blurts, clearly taken aback.

Your finger trembles as you point at the spider. “Do something!” You yell, your voice laced with both fear and frustration.

“Goddamnit,” he mutters under his breath, quickly assessing the situation. He takes a step forward, his gaze fixed on the spider. It's a big one, and you can see the tension building in his shoulders as he approaches the creature.

"Alright, stay calm. I'll-" His words are cut off as the spider unexpectedly scuttles towards you, causing you to let out another horrified scream.

Lip glances at the spider, rolling his eyes slightly. “Jesus christ, it’s just a tiny house spider. It’s completely harmless.” Despite his apparent indifference, there’s a hint of annoyance in his voice.

He rolls his eyes again, clearly amused at your overreaction. "Alright, fine." He grabs a towel off the rack and nonchalantly smacks the spider into oblivion. "There. It's gone. No need to freak out." He turns back to face you, trying to suppress the half smirk on his face.

You were about to say thanks but, that was when you realized it was Lip Gallagher. You had almost every lecture and class with him. And you hated each others guts. You, rich and privileged and him, from the Southside.

His smirk vanishes. He clearly recognizes you too. You two have been at odds since freshman year, constantly competing for top grades and engaging in petty squabbles. The tension between you is palpable.

"You've got to be kidding me." You shift the towel you were holding. It was completely soaked, considering you grabbed it to wrap yourself when you started screaming.

"I could say the same about you," Lip shoots back, his eyes flickering down to the soaked towel in your shaky hands. The sight of you in your current state, half-naked and clearly rattled, seems to be affecting him more than he would care to admit.

He swallows hard, his gaze locking with yours for a moment. There's an intensity there, a flicker of something else underlying the tension. But then he shakes his head slightly, as if to snap himself out of it.

"Can't even handle a damn spider, eh?" He can't resist the dig, his tone laced with sarcasm. “Some academic you are.”

He narrows his eyes, taking a step towards you. The room feels suddenly smaller, the already-thin air between you crackling with a mix of tension and something else.

"Oh, come on. You can't handle a little competition?" He jabs back, challenging you with a smirk. "Afraid I'll beat you again in Professor Andrews' class?"

"Can you let me put some clothes on before I kick your ass?" You tried to sound tough...but your collier earrings gave you away.

He lets out a scoff, his smirk softening into a slight smirk. "Oh, sure, princess. Wouldn't want you kicking my ass while you're dripping wet." He crosses his arms, his gaze lingering a moment too long on your towel-clad form.

You roll your eyes at him and carefully walk into a toilet stall. You weren't about to change in the regular shower stall.

He snorts, his eyes following you as you disappear into the stall. "Chicest toilet in the house, huh?" he mutters to himself, leaning against the edge of the sink.

As you change, he fidgets with a loose thread on his sleeve. His thoughts are a whirlwind, torn between the satisfaction of seeing you in such a vulnerable position and a growing curiosity about what's hiding under that towel.

He leans against the door nonchalantly, the smirk back on his face. "Maybe I'm hoping to catch another glimpse of you in that towel." He teases, knowing it would irritate you.

His comment causes you to pause for a moment, a flush of heat rising to your cheeks before you manage to respond.

"Dream on," you scoff, finally emerging from the stall, clothed but still damp from the shower.

He lazily pushes off the wall as you walk out, his gaze roaming over you. The sight of you, dressed in silk pajamas.

"Looks like you've recovered from your little spider trauma," he remarks, his tone casual yet mocking. "Back to being the preppy princess, huh?"

"I'm going back to studying, bye." You shuffled past him.

He watches you walk past, his gaze lingering on the way your silk pajamas swish around your hips. A part of him wants to say something, to prolong this little encounter, but he holds back.

As you begin to step out of the bathroom, he calls after you. "Hey, Princess?"

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Why? Can't handle a little nickname?"

He slowly stalks towards you, closing the distance until he's towering over you. His gaze locks with yours, a challenge in his eyes. "You love it, admit it."

He laughs, watching you walk off, amused by your stubborn determination to end the interaction. But there's something else beneath that smirk, a curiosity he can't quite shake.

As you turn the corner, disappearing from sight, he runs a hand through his tousled hair, a small sigh escaping his lips. Despite everything, he finds himself strangely disappointed that you were gone.

As you make your way back to your room, you feel a strange mix of emotions. The memory of the spider incident combined with the unexpected encounter with Lip swirls through your mind.

The silence of the sorority house wraps around you, broken only by the soft sounds of your footsteps. As you reach your room, you can't help but feel a sense of turmoil, torn between the usual academic rivalry with Lip and a growing intrigue that refuses to fade away.

As you close the door to your room, you lean against it, your mind still replaying the events of the evening. The image of Lip's smirk, his eyes flickering over your damp form wrapped in a towel, refuses to leave your thoughts.

With a sigh, you run your fingers through your damp hair, the silk of your pajamas gliding against your skin. Despite your attempt to dismiss the incident, there was a small flutter of something else, a hint of excitement and anticipation that you couldn't ignore.

You open your textbook, the words swimming in your vision as your mind struggles to concentrate. Despite your efforts, you find yourself rereading the same sentence multiple times, your thoughts stubbornly drifting back to that smirk on Lip's face, the way he had taunted you.

As the hours ticked by, a sharp knock on your door suddenly snapped you out of your focus. Startled, you look up from your textbook, confused about who could possibly be at the door at this hour.

You sigh, irritated that you have to get up and open the door. With a grumble, you make your way to the door and open it, expecting to find one of the sorority sisters.

However, your eyes widen in surprise as you see Lip Gallagher standing on the other side.

Lip leaned nonchalantly against the doorway, a half-smirk on his face. "You're still awake." He drawls, his gaze roaming over your damp hair and silk pajamas.

You cross your arms. "What the fuck do you want?"

He pushed himself off the doorway and sauntered inside, his presence suddenly filling the room. "I have a proposition."

He walked over to your desk, picking up a pen and idly toying with it. His gaze remains fixed on you, studying your expression. "You and I are constantly neck and neck in our classes. Always competing, right?"

You move to sit on your bed. "And?"

He continues to toy with the pen, his gaze drifting towards your bed before returning to your face. "It's tiring, isn't it? Constantly trying to one-up each other. Wouldn't it be better if we just...teamed up?"

The words that came out of his mouth didn't even sound like his own.

You felt the same way. His proposition was unexpected, and it took a moment for you to register it fully. Teaming up? With Lip Gallagher? The guy you had spent so much time and energy trying to one-up?

He could see the incredulity on your face, and he let out a lazy smirk. "Don't look so shocked. Working together is actually a pretty logical solution if you think about it. We could combine our notes, study together. It'll maximize our chances of getting the top spot."

He leans against the edge of your desk, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look, you and I are the two smartest in every goddamn class. We're the only ones who can really keep up with each other. So why not use that to our advantage?"

You thought about it in your head for a few seconds. "Fine." You paused. "But this doesn't make us friends."

He chuckled, amused by your insistence on maintaining some distance. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. We're still enemies, princess. This is just a temporary truce for academic benefit."

You nod in agreement. "Glad we're on the same page." You pause and glance at him -he's still looking at you with those eyes. "What?" Your voice had a type of hostility to your voice.

His gaze flicked over your form, his smirk growing. "Oh, nothing. Just admiring the view." His eyes lingered on your silk pajamas for a moment longer, appreciating the way they hugged your curves.

You shook your head at him. "That's not happening." You stated simply. You knew where he was trying to go with this.

He chuckled, a lazy smirk spreading across his face. "Can't even take a little harmless flirting?" He pushed himself off the desk and walked over to the edge of your bed, standing right infront of you.

You looked up at him, shifting your weight on your bed - almost awkwardly. "I hate you."

He chuckled softly, his gaze locked with yours. "The feeling is mutual, princess." Despite his words, his eyes continued to roam over your form, taking in your damp hair and silk pajamas. "But you can't deny there's some kind of chemistry between us."

You rolled your eyes. "No, there isn't." You denied...but was that really true?

He stepped a little bit closer, narrowing the distance between you. "Oh, come on." He scoffed, his gaze fixed on your face. "You can't tell me you haven't felt it. The tension, the thrill of our constant one-upmanship."

He leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting over your cheek. "Tell me you haven't thought about how good it would feel to finally give in to it. Just once."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you swallowed hard, your gaze fixed on his face; so close to your own. You hated the way your body reacted to his closeness, the way your heart beat a little faster at his words. His eyes gleamed with a mix of challenge and desire, and you knew in that moment that he knew. He knew the affect he had on you.

"It's just academic rivalry." You said weakly.

He chuckled, an arrogant smirk tugging at his lips. "Is it?" He brought a hand up to your face, gently tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear. "Or is it something more than that?" His touch was soft, yet possessive at the same time. His nearness was dizzying, and you felt your resolve crumbling.

You grab one of the textbooks off of your bed and shove it into his hands. You got up off your bed, with one of your notebooks in your hand before you moved back to your desk. "I have to study for this test."

He let out a low laugh, catching the textbook in his hands. "Oh, always focused on academics. Can't blame you, though. We both know that's what we do best."

He watched as you moved back to your desk, his eyes roaming over your figure in the silk pajamas once more. "Alright, let's get to studying then." He moved to a nearby chair, taking a seat next to your desk.

You glance at him. You couldn't beleive you were teaming up with him - this was going to be a long night.

He catches your gaze and grins. "Eyes on the book, princess."

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SHAMELESS HEADCANONS BEFORE THE SERIES

OKAY, I love shameless, although I don't know if it has a fandom, I'm going to write a couple of headcanons (I have to admit that this series has a very important place in my heart)

Que bien me cae Lip-

Frank tended to disappear a few times a month, come back in days. Fiona was used to it by now, but still every time he disappeared she couldn't help but worry a lot.

She would even ask people if they had seen him, when she would pass by a bar she would try to see if she saw him inside.

Although in the end that situation normalized him and he no longer worried unless he was away for a long time or it was the day of payment.

Fiona sometimes seemed to be forever mad at everyone for her situation. Shortly before Debbie was born, she used to argue a lot with Lip, about things around the house.

Sometimes it seemed like they hated each other, Ian was much calmer, he didn't like to fight with Fiona or Lip, when there were problems he would leave the house for a walk.

Lip and Fiona were practically throwing things at each other one day. It was a horrible fight, Frank wasn't home, Monica had been gone for months, and Ian was tired.

They had reached the point where neither of them could be at the same table without fighting, which was normal, Lip was 12 years old, Fiona 16 and they both have a lot of character.

To be honest, neither Fiona nor Lip remember what the discussion was about. They both yelled at each other before locking themselves in their room and didn't come out until it was time for dinner.

Ian was long gone, his initial plan was to take a long walk, return shortly before dinner, or dine somewhere with the few bills in his pocket. Then he saw the train and wanted to catch it, who knows, maybe it was a little late, but who cared?

Take a little detour, avoid the conductor, if he pretended to be asleep when he went for the tickets, everything would be fine. Pretending to be asleep, not really falling asleep. Perhaps it was the fatigue accumulated over the rest of the days or perhaps simply the comfortable constant rattle of the train that made him fall into the arms of Morpheus.

The conductor woke him up, the train had finished its journey and it was time for him to get off.

"What? Where I am?" He asked.

"You're on Lake view kid." The man answered.

Ian woke up fully, got up and ignoring the conductor, rushed out of the station to check that it was true.

On the other hand, Lip and Fiona were starting to worry, Ian was nowhere to be found, but instead of looking for a solution they preferred to start blaming each other.

"Fiona, didn't you see him leave or what?" Lip looked somewhere between worried and angry.

"I was sleeping, plus your window faces the street, you could have seen him leave easier. It's not my fault!" Fiona replayed on an even worse tone.

"Then whose fault is it? Because Frank wasn't even here. You can't blame him for once." He said pretending to be sarcastic.

Both were arguing when the door opened, they ran thinking it was Ian, but instead they found Frank. Reeking of alcohol, as always. The boys' look showed clear disappointment, and Frank, thinking it was because of him, responded.

"What?" He said confused.

"It's not because of you, Frank." Fiona said rolling her eyes.

"Ian is missing." Lip answered, but Fiona smacked him on the arm and whispered.

"Why do you tell him?" "Because maybe he knows where Ian is." He answered quietly.

"Little vermin, I'm drunk, not deaf." He said unsteadily a bit. "Although no, I have no idea where the red-haired creature is."

"God Frank, his name is Ian and he's your son." Said Lip somewhat annoyed.

"Are you really surprised?" Fiona said mocking Lip's comment.

By that time, Frank had already settled on the sofa, preparing to sleep without worrying about his son.

Lip and Fiona were too busy arguing loudly to let him sleep. He put the pillow over their ears and squeezed hard to see if they would shut up.

Then the minutes passed and the discussion got worse, like this morning and like every day. Frank was rarely there and didn't usually pay attention to them, but this time it was annoying.

He got up without warning and raised his voice, much louder than Fiona and Lip, he could be heard perfectly from the street.

"It's enough, fucking normal that Ian has taken off if you spend the day like this." Lip and Fiona fell silent instantly, not that they had never seen Frank yell at them before. It was just weird that he would do it for a topic like that. "You're brothers and if Ian is missing the way you say, you should go looking for him. Don't waste time arguing over whose fault it is, because it's clearly both of you. For being insufferable."

Something in Lip and Fiona made them listen to Frank and they went out looking for him. For once together and without arguing.

They searched everywhere and were about to give up the search, because it was useless, Ian was nowhere. Fiona was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, Lip was holding her shoulder as they walked home, trying to hide it but he was just as worried. Hours had passed.

Then at the door there was a red-haired boy, who curiously had left the keys inside his home. He wouldn't stop yelling the names of his brothers, even though he had assumed that surely they would all be asleep by now.

Lip and Fiona ran out to hug him, nearly taking his breath away. Then the door of the house opened, it was Frank, he had woken up by the noise.

He knew better than anyone that all he had done was sleep, that there was no place for him in that embrace, so without saying anything he left the door open and turned around. Although he smiled nicely when he saw the situation resolved in the best way.

"I'm so sorry, Fiona." Ian said, his voice shaking. Ian felt guilty, he really didn't want to worry them, he just wanted to get away from that environment for a while.

"It's okay, we're glad to have you home again."

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That's all! I'm so glad you're reading this because it means you've read it all! Let me know if you liked it and in case you didn't know I have the requests open. :)

[mattykay]

guys my ex js hmu saying she started shameless and lip and karen remind her of us

is it a sign 😔