#shameless debbie imagine

[alchely]

I wish at least one of Mickey's older brothers had been a more prominent character for a single (silly) reason.

Imagine Fiona hearing about all the "fucking fantastic" sex the Milkoviches are having with her brothers and later on with her sister (she's still there when it happens,shut up,this is an au) and she just decides to "try them out" for herself once. Idk it's probably a throwaway one-night stand or something,but there's a scene of her stumbling away from the encounter dazed as hell from how good it was lol.

And it's just...the Milkovich and the Gallaghers are really compatible ok?

[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 4

Word Count: 1.6K Paring:  Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @a-cure-for-writers-block:  mothering their S/Os younger siblings and making sure they're getting enough to eat

Summary:  Lip Gallagher has had a hell of a year, and most of the time he doesn't think he deserve the mercy he's been shown. But (Y/N) will stop at nothing to make sure he and his family know they are taken care of. And he knows it.

A/N: a bit late, but still published. Also, this is very short and sweet and does not follow the canon after season 5. Kind of went off path to give Lip a bit of a quicker redemption. Hope y'all enjoy!

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“Yo, Lip,” Ian’s sleepy voice rang through his brother’s phone. “Uh, your girlfriend is over here, and I think she’s gone crazy.” 

“What you mean?” Lip chuckled as he rubbed his hands together to warm them up. “‘Cause that’s a lot coming from you.” 

“Very funny,” he laughed sarcastically. “No, but she made Christmas puke on the house, and she’s been cooking nonstop since this morning. She hounded us all morning until we ate breakfast and wouldn’t stop until we sat down at the table.” ” 

Lip couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face as he pictured his girlfriend with her face dirtied by food, her hair tied back and away from her face, and her voice carrying around the house as she made sure everyone had eaten. It was one of the things he loved about her and one of the reasons he was glad she had come into his life. “Look, I’ll be home soon,” he chuckled. “Can you just make sure she actually eats? I know she’s gonna forget.” 

“Fine,” Ian groaned. “Just hurry up.” 

(Y/N) had come into Lip’s life at a moment when he was sure his life would have gone down the rails. She has become his sense of normalcy in his less-than-normal life. He had needed something to ground him back to earth, and that was exactly what she had done. After being so close to rock bottom he could taste the soil on the ground, she had been the only one that had been able to bring him back to his feet.  

As he got off the L, he wondered what she could have ever seen in him. She was smart and beautiful and a complete juxtaposition to the man he was. She was sunshine where he was rain, she was happiness where he was gloom, she was future while he was stuck in the past. And she was everything he never thought he needed. 

The moment he reached the house, he could hear the chatter from his family and the smell of (Y/N)’s cooking. Inside, Liam, Carl, and Ian were hypnotized by the TV while (Y/N) and Debbie talked away in the kitchen. 

Ian had not lied. The Gallagher house had been decorated like it had never been before. From garlands to stockings above the fireplace, to a massive Christmas tree in front of the stairs, it was a scene that had never lived inside that house. “Yo, you weren’t kidding, huh?” Lip chuckled as he shook off his jacket. “Didn’t think we’d ever have these many decorations.” 

“And presents,” Carl grinned. “Check under the tree.” 

Just like his younger brother had pointed, under the pine rested a couple of boxes wrapped in kraft paper. Each of them had every one of the Gallagher’s names written on them and a glittering red bow around them. It truly was more than Lip could have ever expected.  

“Ian, did she eat something?” 

“Yeah,” he said. “She’s also been pecking at everything she’s doing.”

“Alright, thanks.”

Taking the scenery in, Lip walked into the kitchen to find (Y/N) wearing a dirty apron and plates balanced on her arms. 

“You’re home,” she smiled, kissing his cheek as she walked past him to give the three boys each a plate. “Good. There’s a plate for you in the microwave. I made some turkey sandwiches for lunch. Light enough to not fill you guys up for dinner but strong enough to tide you over until then.” 

“Thanks, (Y/N),” the boys chorused before digging into their sandwiches and focusing back on the TV. 

“This is so good, (Y/N),” Debbie exclaimed from the breakfast table. “I don’t know how you’re not studying to be a chef.” 

“I cook for fun, not for work,” the young woman smiled. “That’s what engineering school is for.” 

“I’m just saying,” she shrugged. “If the genius stuff doesn’t work out, you could definitely be a chef.” 

“Thank you, Debs,” (Y/N) responded. “And speaking of school, how was your last final, babe? I know this semester has been a bit hard.”

Understatement of the century, Lip had thought. He couldn’t understand how he had not been expelled after everything he had done the year before. He had been so close to losing it all. Had it not been for (Y/N) stopping him before he smashed Youens car and speaking up on his behalf at the disciplinary meeting, he was sure he would have gotten a worse punishment than a semester suspension. She had been the saving grace he didn’t know he needed, and she was the reason he understood he needed help. 

Lip had inherited more than a hard life from his parents, he’d fallen victim to their addictive genetics and gone off the deep end with a bottle of liquor in hand. But somehow, she had been there to pull him up while he was down and walk beside him as he got back onto the right path. She stayed with him as he rebuilt himself into the man people believed he was. 

“I think it went pretty well,” he said before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Won’t know until after the break, but if midterms were anything to go by, I did good.” 

“That’s good. I’m pretty sure you did very well,” she smiled as she sat beside him, placing a hand on his and a coffee cup in front of his plate. “And I know you’re tired, but I’m gonna need you to help me prep the table for dinner tonight. Kev, V, and the girls are coming over. Fiona can’t make it, but she’ll try for actual Christmas Day or New Year's.” 

“You’ve got everything planned out already, don’t you?” Lip chuckled. “Not that I am surprised in any way, shape or form.” 

“I would have told you earlier, but I wanted you to focus on your exams,” she said before turning to the boys in the living room. “Hey, guys! Remember to wash your dishes when you’re done! I’m gonna need them for tonight.” 

“Yes, (Y/N),” they chorused back. 

“You got them very well trained,” Debbie laughed. “Where have you been all our lives?” 

“Just on the other side of town,” the girl smiled. “Now hurry and finish eating. We’ve got work to do.” 

After everyone finished their lunch and the how was suddenly dispersed of children, (Y/N) and Lip set off to work. While she waltzed around the kitchen, he rearranged the formal dining area to fit all the guests. As he walked around the house, the young man wanted to laugh. He remembered a time when that type of domesticity would have sent him running, searching for the easiest way to drown his fears of commitment and stability. But there he was, setting tables for a dinner party that his girlfriend had cooked, and he didn’t feel the jittery need to escape. He didn’t feel the anxious desire to feel alcohol burn its way down his throat and fill him with a mirage of confidence. He wanted to stay. 

“Hey,” he whispered after he had finished his task, snaking his arms around her waist and kissing her cheeks. “Thanks for doing this.” 

“Of course,” she smiled, leaning into the comfort and warmth of his touch. “Do you think there’s enough food I don’t know if I should set out some snacks for the kids while the turkey is finished. Maybe dinner is too late for Jemma and Amy. I should set some snacks out.” 

“(Y/N), baby,” he chuckled. Lip flipped her around, kissing her lips softly to stop her rambling. “There’s enough food, and they should be starving by dinner. You worked hard enough on all these dishes, they need to be eaten.” 

“And they will, but…” 

“You really enjoy mommying them, don’t you?” Lip grinned lovingly. “You know they’re not kids anymore –other than Liam. The other ones are all teenagers, they know how to get food when they’re hungry.” 

“I know that. But I just wanna make sure they know there’s someone here that cares about them other than you now that Fiona’s gone,” she admitted, her eyes falling onto the hands she pressed to his chest. “And I want them to like me, Lip. I’m in it for the long run, babe.” 

“If there’s one thing I can assure you, it’s that the Gallagher family loves you,” he smiled. His hand caressed her cheek softly, and it surprised him that only a year before, his knuckles would have been ripped and bloodied. But not with her. Never with her. “And if you keep cooking like this for them, they’ll make sure you’re here forever.” 

“And what about you? Would you want me to stay forever?” 

Lip couldn’t help the smile that spread across his mouth. As he stared into her eyes, it took everything inside him not to spoil the plans he had for Christmas morning. He wanted to give her all the reassurance she could need with the ring he had hidden deep in his underwear drawer. But when he had a plan, it was hard to divert from it. “How could I want anything else?” he grinned. “Now, why don’t we finish up here so we can have a little treat before dinner ourselves?” 

“Philip Gallagher,” she exclaimed at his advance, slapping his chest playfully. “I have too much work to do to be thinking about that.” 

“Come on, I’ve only been thinking about this all day,” he groaned. “It’s the only thing that got me through that test.” 

“Then you can wait a bit more,” she laughed. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while, baby. All good things come to those who wait.” 

And, at that moment, she had no idea how much truth there was in that statement. 

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[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Masterlist

Season 1

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

Warning: there will be smut, in the masterliat you'll find the Chapters that contains smut in red.

Season 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

[m1ckeys-3lite]

[fuckingmilkovich]

THE OTHER WOMAN by LANA DEL REY

lip gallagher x f!reader | angst | bad ending

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❛i’m the other woman. . .not the main character❜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

YOU were doing everything for philip to make him happy; you wanted the best for him. he was your everything, the only person who wanted to be in your life. you even dropped out of school to babysit liam every day, because you wanted to show lip that his family is also important to you.

you were in love with that boy; he was your soulmate, like a missing piece from your puzzle. maybe it was pathetic, but you didn’t see how really you were treating. people are saying that when you’re in love, you don’t see the character flaws of the person you admire. and that’s unfortunately true. he was an angel in your eyes; you loved how smart he was and how he cared about his family and his friends. yeah. . .but nobody likes how lip was treating you and doesn’t give a shit about you.

his siblings especially fiona was heartbroken watching how his brother was treating you. and using your naïveté to everything that he wasn’t wanting to do, like: groceries, cleaning or taking care of liam on weekend. you were doing all of that, because you wanted him to pay attention to you and make a confession how important you were for him.

when you started to saw karen in gallagher’s house at first you thought that she was only a friend, but then you started seeing the shine in his eyes when he was looking at karen. he seemed so happy with her, happier than he ever was with you. even when you sleep with each other, he doesn’t have this kind of shine in eyes, he probably just like sex and the fact, that you have feelings for him.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ⸻⸻⸻ ❝sometimes i look at myself in the mirror, wondering why i’m not enough, why every person i have met hurt my little heart. why i’m not pretty or interesting enough, wondering when it will be my turn to be happy.❞ ⸻⸻⸻ ✯

YOU were done. right now, you are sitting on Lip’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the bathroom. you wanted to confess how he made you feel about yourself. you didn’t remember a single night when you weren’t crying yourself to sleep, or thinking about philip. you've enough; you realize that you’re destroying yourself, and you need to say stop. you were disgusted with yourself for how easily you gave him permission to manipulate you with these sweet words of his. how stupid you were to believe that you finally have someone who cares about you.

because of your relationship with philip you weren’t able to look at yourself in the mirror without crying about how pathetic you are. you don’t understand why people are like that for you, i just wanted to be happy, you thought.

when you saw a tall man enter the room, you just sighed, and your eyes started to water.

“what are you doing here?” he said, looking strangely at you.

“you don’t care about me, do you?” he lifted his brows, clueless about what you were saying. “why you treat me like shit, like a fucking toy you like to use to do your duties, and you like to fuck sometimes?”

he just chuckled at you as you frowned. “why are you laughing at me?”

“you never say you don’t want to do all this, it’s not my fault you are stupid and do everything i said.” when you heard his words, you could not believe blind you were, to not see that lip was an asshole.

“i was doing all that shit because i fucking love you!” you shouted, and he just laughed again.

“y/n. . .i would never love someone like you, you are so pathetic, y/n” he said without emotion in his voice, doesn’t even look at you.

“i love you anyway.” it was everything you can say with tears in your eyes; you weren’t lying, though. you love him, even if he treated you like shit you know that he was the only person you truly admired. you were addicted to him.

“i don’t care”

“that’s fine,” you said, leaving the room, sobbing. you know that you will always be the other woman for everyone.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

sorry for any mistakes!!

thank you for attention:))

[strnqer]

chapter one: his voice

pairing: lip gallagher x afab!reader

series history

i hate his voice. i fucking hate it.

it's the same voice that used to compliment me, day after day, when we lay side by side under the stars. i remember how he would glance at me out of the corner of his eye, a small, secret smile on his lips. the same gentle voice once asked if i was okay the first time we made love. i had even fallen in love with his moans and those infuriating, teasing remarks.

you giggled softly at the face lip pulled, your laughter echoing, dancing around you both like a familiar song. "i told you, mom bought the rich people cheese. it had like--like mold or some shit like that." you scrunched your nose up at the neatly cut squares of cheese her mother had prepared, the dark green spots on its shell betraying its age.

"well, in that case, why dont we give it back to nature?" lip said with a mischievous grin, snatching the small container and tossing it toward a tree in the distance. "not the whole container- lip! i need to take that back," you whine, rising to your feet from the small blanket beneath you. "oh, c'mon. it's a shitty container, you won't need it." before you can take a single step, lip grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling you down with enough force to make you yelp as you land on top of him.

"motherfucker," you grunt, but he only scoffs playfully.

"whining?" he teases, his eyes bright with laughter. "you weren't the one who just got squashed by a fuckin' hippo," you gasp, smacking his arm while a laugh bubbles up from your chest. "says the whale himself," you shoot back, rolling your eyes. "you'd eat me with that ginormous mouth of yours if you ever had the chance."

his grin widens as he leans in closer. "eat you, huh?"

your brow furrows, and you let out an awkward laugh, "fuck off." you move to stand but before you could, lip rolled you underneath him.

"no, let me hear it. what else would i do to you, hm?"

that night was the first time you slept together, under the stars--a scene right out of a dream. you remember the warmth of it, the tenderness you'd both tried so hard to pretend didn't exist. lip, your best friend, and the guy you've been in love with forever. you cherished that night, convinced he felt the same way. but the next day, it was as if you didn't exist. he didn't act any differently; or even bring it up. he just went right back to karen, like he always did. and that hurt more than you'd ever admit.

it's his voice that tears me down now, too. the same voice that would tell me such pretty things, now spits such cruel words. that same voice screams about how worthless i am when he was the one struggling.

"i told you to fuck off."

you roll your eyes. you know him too well--he's stressed with everything going on in his family. you made it your mission to help but lip has reached his limit.

"lip, i told you i'd help you and your family with whatever i can. you can count on me. always." you reach for his hand, but he pulls back, raising his fist. instinct makes you flinch. his face flickers with regret, but it's gone before you can hold onto it. "i--i just want to help," you whisper, hands pressed close to your chest. "and i told you to fuck off," he spat. "we don't need your help. we've got karen now, alright?" his words come faster, louder. "you hear me? no one fucking needs you. we don't need your stupid jokes to lighten the mood, and we definitely don't need your 'helping hand.' so take it somewhere else!"

he walks back without a backward glance, lighting a cigarette as if nothing happened.

i swallowed the pain. i kept my mouth shut and went by the following day to offer my help. i excused his behavior, like i always did, for being stressed because he's dealing with bigger things. i would, however, never admit how deeply his words cut... because as much as i hate him, i still fucking love him.

next chapter

[calummss]

shameless

cameron monaghan

being in a relationship with cameron monaghan headcanon

gallavich

gallavich as girl!dads

[skyeeuphixia]

𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 // 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔!

lip Gallagher x girlfriend OC (Delilah) summary: in which frank takes it too far

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warning/s: violence word count: 1.6k

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In the 9 months that Delilah had been dating Lip Gallagher, she had only met the patriarch of the family a few times.  The first time she met Frank was 2 weeks into dating Lip. The two of them were on a date in the Alibi, and it was only inevitable that Frank would make a drunken appearance. Frank ended up stumbling into the bar and smashing the TV within 5 minutes of being there. He didn't even notice that his son and his son's girlfriend were in there as well. As far as first impressions go, with Frank, that was probably the best that it could have gone. 

The second time she met Frank was after a month of dating Lip. She nearly stood on him while making her way into the Gallagher house from the backdoor. The man was passed out on the kitchen floor, but the Gallagher siblings didn't say anything about it or show any concern, so Delilah could only assume that it was a regular occurrence. 

The other few times she had met him had been similar occurrences, or him arriving home while the Gallaghers, with the additions of Veronica, Kevin and Delilah, were watching some shitty TV show together. Frank never really remembered Delilah, even though she had now introduced herself 4 different times, the best she had gotten for him remembering her was him saying:

Oh yeah, you're Lip's girlfriend, right?

And that was the best she was probably ever going to get. Besides, Lip had talked so much shit about his father to Delilah that she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to have any form of relationship with him anyway. Lip's siblings loved her, and that was enough for Delilah. 

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It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for the Gallagher house to be the designated hang-out spot for family and friends of the Gallaghers, in fact, it wasn't uncommon for at least 8 or 9 people to be in the house at a time. 

This day was no exception.

Fiona, Kevin and Veronica were in the kitchen drinking and gossiping about random shit. Ian and Lip were in their room doing god knows what. Carl was running around with the taser Lip once gifted him (batteries removed of course) and Debbie and Delilah were sitting on the couch together, the older of the two girls putting Debbies hair into plaits. 

The peace was soon disrupted however when Frank drunkenly stumbles in through the back door, after not being home for about two weeks. 

"Ahh, home sweet home! You know, a man's house is like his kingdom!" Frank merrily proclaimed in his drunken haze, his words tinged with an air of self-assuredness.

"Yeah, except you like to leave your kingdom for your subjects to look after don't you?" Fiona laughs slightly, in good spirits due to her also being slightly tipsy, Frank was easier to deal with when you're also drunk. 

"Fuck off offspring one! A true king has a range of royal duties to attend to, but he should still return to his kingdom, where subjects eagerly await with open arms- what the fuck is that?" 

Frank stops his drunken rant as he reaches the living room, his eyes landing on Delilah, who had stopped doing her hair to listen to Frank's drunken rant. Delilah sighed slightly, she couldn't even get 'Lip's Girlfriend' anymore, now she was being demoted to that. Before Delilah can introduce herself, again, the sound of two sets of footsteps interrupts them, Ian and Lip were making their way down, probably to see what the commotion was about. 

"She is Delilah, Frank. My girlfriend," Lip sighs, he and Ian both pausing on the bottom step, observing the man in front of them.

"Frank they've been dating for almost a year or something, you've met her like 10 times," Ian judges the man, he was close with Delilah, having been her friend before Lip even knew who she was. 

"Girlfriend? Since when does Lip do relationships?"

"Since 9 months ago," Debbie answers matter-of-factly, the Gallagher household was well aware of Delilah's status as Debbie's unofficial favourite sibling, despite not actually being sisters. 

"Oh, come on. Lip, my boy, he's not one to settle down. So, tell me, Plain White T, how much is he dishing out for you?" Frank's comments once again directed Delilah's way.

"Paying me?" Delilah's brows furrowed, a mixture of confusion and frustration evident in her response.

"Yeah, paying you. That's what I asked, is it not? I've heard that modern-day escorts charge a pretty penny, way more than in my time. So, how much is my son shelling out to sleep with you?"

Delilah looks at him, a bewildered expression on her face, she wasn't sure whether to be disgusted, angry or upset with the old drunk. Lip on the other hand was fuming at his dad, how dare he insult his girlfriend like that!

"I'm not paying her anything, Frank! She's not a whore, she's my girlfriend and you're gonna fucking respect that!" He shouted, walking up to his dad, staring at him intensely. 

"Lip it's fine just leave it," Delilah sighs, making her way up to her boyfriend, putting a hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him away so that they could go somewhere else to avoid the drunken man for the rest of the night. 

"Lip, just step away, man," Ian's voice joined the chorus of voices urging restraint, the situation teetering on the edge of a larger conflict.

"Yeah Lip, listen to the bitch," Frank challenges. Lip looks up and sighs deeply before turning and walking away a few paces. 

"I gotta walk away or I'm gonna fucking hit him," he grumbles, making his way back to the stairs, Delilah's hand remaining on his shoulder. 

"Hey, Lip. A piece of fatherly advice—whatever you're paying her, it's too much. Any woman who looks like that should be shared around for free," Frank's jeering remark finally pushed Lip beyond his limits. Uttering a resigned "fuck it," Lip turned back to his father and landed a forceful punch on Frank's face. The room collectively gasped, shocked by the unexpected escalation. This wasn't the first time Lip had punched his dad, but it was the first time that he kept punching and shouting at Frank after he had fallen to the floor. 

"Fuck you, Frank!"

The room was filled with a mix of shock and apprehension as Lip continued to rain down blows on his fallen father, his anger pouring out in a torrent of punches and expletives. Fiona, Kevin, and Ian quickly intervened, struggling to restrain Lip's furious assault.

"Enough, Lip!"

"Jesus, Lip, that's too much!"

"Motherfucker," Lip spits before grabbing Delilah's hand and pulling her upstairs with him, taking her into his room to get away from the commotion that was happening downstairs. There was a lot of yelling, and although Delilah couldn't make out anything specific being said, it was clearly directed at Frank. 

Lip sat on Ian's bed, still breathing heavily and still very angry. Delilah looks at Lip for a second, her eyes being drawn to his right hand, which was now bruising and bloodied up, Delilaah couldn't quite tell if it was his own blood or Franks or a mixture of the two.  Delilah huffed a little before making her way out of the room swiftly, which confused Lip. Luckily for him, he wasn't left to be confused for long as she returned less than a minute later, first aid kit in hand. Lip rolled his eyes slightly, as Delilah, without saying a word, kneels down in front of him and took his hand in hers and started to wipe the blood off of it. 

"You're an idiot, you know that?" Delilah eventually spoke up, as she began to bandage his hand, "You can't just go around beating up everyone who insults me. We spend a lot of time in the southside, Lip, you'd be in fights every other day."

"Well, then I hope you get used to patching me up, 'cause I guess I'm going to get into fights every other day," Lip jokes, but Delilah only gives him an unimpressed look as a response.  "Del he called you a whore, I couldn't just stand there and let him say that shit about you."

"Yeah, but you didn't need to beat the living shit out of him, Love. You could have just shouted at him a bit and Fiona and the others would have stood in to help and get him to stop," She says as she finishes bandaging his hand, getting up off the floor so that she was now standing in front of him.  

Lip looked up at his girlfriend, he used his good hand to pull her towards him so she was now standing between his legs, his arms wrapped around her legs, her hands going straight to his curls, brushing through them.  "You gotta stop letting people walk all over you Del. Cause look as much as I want to be, I'm not always going to be around to cuss out the people that are shitty to you,"

Delilah smiles down at her boyfriend, leaning down and kissing him gently, "Don't worry, I'll grow a thicker skin, and spend some more time with Veronica, I could probably learn a few good comebacks from her." She jokes before lowering her voice to a whisper. "Thank you for defending me even if it was a bit excessive, Love you, Dingus."

"Love you too, nerd. And hey, if you're pissing someone like Frank off-" 

"- clearly I'm doing something right."

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[iangallagherisadeadman]

what the fuck does ian has a tattoo in the back of his leg? is that canon or is just camerons and they forgot to cover it again? what does it says?

im going a little insane cause just now i saw a gif of fiona with a big ass "warrior" tattooed in her forearm and what the fuck i never noticed that!!!

i just keep searching it up but i can never find it so if someone has a shameless character tattoos compilation or something of the kind i would really like to take a look and i would be eternally grateful

[themuselesswriter]

Imagine: Being a Gallagher

“Hey Fi, I’ll get cleaned up and help you out”

“Pack the lunches, and Ian is sick again”

“We have our own plans to do”

“Oh yeah? Fxck you for not looping me in!”

“I hate Frank”

“What happened? I heard screaming”

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“Stop acting like you fxcking care Carl, they were your gang buddies”

[cloveswifey]

Shameless MasterList

Lip Gallagher

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[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

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

Warning: this story will contain smut.

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Chapter 1

"Oh fuck, Lip!" She moaned, gripping the bars of the bunk bed as Lip was thrusting himself from behind her.

"Am I making you feel good, Des?" he held tight to her hips, setting the pace.

"So fucking good," she moaned, moving her hips so as to make him understand that she wanted him to move faster. He chuckled as he gripped her harder, surely living marks, as he complied with her silent request.

"Oh my god!" she almost cried, covering her mouth with her hand. It was too loud. They could not be loud, or the children might hear something from downstairs.

"Afraid to get caught?" Lip asked teasingly as Desna looked at the closed door.

"What if…oh fuck" she moaned, "The kids hear…shit…or if Fiona gets back?"

Lip stopped his movement, slipping out of her, before turning her so that he could look at her in the eyes. His hands caged her head.

"Then we have to be quick about it," he said before crushing his lips on hers in a hungry kiss, leading her to walk to the side of the bed.

"Ian's bed makes so much fucking noise," she complained in between kisses; her arm circled his shoulder, and one of her hands moved to touch his hair like she knew he liked it.

"Better then," he said pushing her on the materass before, climbig above her, he was quick to put himself in between her, entering her with a strong hip thrust, "Since you'd love to be caught."

"Oh fuck, Lip!" She tried desperately to keep quiet, her eyes shut and her lips open.

"You like it, don't you?" The sound of skin slapping was filling the room, Lip's moans in her ears as he kissed the skin of her neck.

"Lip, please…" she whispered, trying to keep quiet, her eyes on the door as his pace got faster. God, he was thrusting so good in her.

"Yeah, you do," he moaned, sliding one of his hands in between them to start rubbing her clit, and to stop herself from crying, she had to bite on his shoulder, making him course, but it didn't make him stop talking, "Like when I fuck you in the bathrooms at school, yeah?" His strong thrust made her moan, and his words made her shiver.

"Fuck, Lip!" She moaned again, making him chuckle.

"You'd like to be seen as I fuck you hard," he said before kissing her, silencing the loud moan that was about to leave her lips. His speed increased, and she did all she could to follow his pace. She could feel him stretching her so well, reaching that spot inside of her that made her forget everything. His finger worked on her, pushing her closer and closer to her release.

"Shit, Lip, don't stop!" She begged gripping his hair making him groan, his lips were back on hers to give her another hungry kiss.

"Don't stop!" She said as he thrusted up, making her yelp. "Shit, Lip!"

"I love to fuck you, Des," with every thrust, moans left her mouth, "So fucking good, Desna!"

She bit at his shoulder again as she climaxed, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the cloth of her shirt.

God, Desna Hills loved how Lip Gallagher fucked her. And she absolutely adored observing him as he moved above her, checking his release. His eyes closed, low groans lifting his lips.

"Wait," Desna said as other moans left her mouth because of his movements inside of her. "Lip, stop!"

"What? What's wrong?" He asked, stopping before his eyes looked down at where their bodies were joined, probably afraid that he had hurt her somehow.

Desna smiled before moving her fingers under his chin so that his blue gaze was on her.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," at her words, his eyes widened before a smirk appeared on his lips.

"That's fucking hot, Des," he said, before kissing her, giving another thrust that made her leave a sound in between a chuckle and a moan. He then moved away so that he could sit at the edge of the bed. Desna smirked as she moved to stand up so that she could walk in front of Lip, locking her eyes with his and making sure never to look away as she knelt in between his legs. Her hands traced patterns on his tights before her fingers closed around his shaft, making him try to hold a moan in. Desna smiled at the reaction as she moved her hand up and down, his body tense, so she got closer kissing the top of his cock, giving him quick teasing licks.

"Don't be mean, Desna," he said, his knuckles white for the force with which he was gripping the sheets, "I don't know how much more I will last."

Desna smirked before opening her mouth to take him in.

"Shit, fuck!" He moaned as she started to bob her head up and down. She made sure that her hair was out of the way so he could see her taking his full length in her mouth and to make sure he could see her green eyes on him.

"Fuck, you're so hot, baby," she smiled, sucking harder and moving her head faster. She really wanted to see him cum for her like that.

"Shit, Des," he said, covering his mouth with his hand, careful not to make too much noise. At that point, she took his other hand to put it in her hair so that he could move her as he pleased. And so he did. She relaxed as he gripped the root of her dark hair, moving her head as he needed. He hit the back of her throat at some point, making her gag.

"Fuck I love this, Des," He said, moving her head faster, "Fuck you're so beautiful like that." He was there, and she loved it, "Shit, I love to fuck you so bad!" And with that, she could feel his hot liquid hitting the back of her throat. He was groaning to try and keep the volume down as she moved her head up and down his half some more before releasing with a pop. Her green eyes locked in his blue ones, he was breathing heavy, red cheeks and messy hair. That was a sight she liked to see, and she felt proud that she was the one making him feel like that. As she started to lick his cock again, ready to take him once more.

"Stop, stop," he said with a grin, making her stand up with him. "I can't believe you've given me head," his arms moved around her waist, and from her lips escaped a chuckle.

"Was it good?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders. "I've seen it somewhere, and I wanted to try." He pulled her closer, making her giggle.

"Good does not describe it," he said, chuckling, before his eyes moved to observe her face. He was looking at her intensely, and she could not stop herself from biting her lips, and he groaned, "God, I want to fuck you again so bad."

She smirked as he leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips moved against his, her eyes closed, and she moved her arms to circle his shoulders so as not to make him move away. Then he moved to rest his forehead on hers.

"Do you wanna?" He said, giving her another peck on the lip.

"I'm supposed to look out for the kids," she said, her fingers now gripping his locks.

"They are smart kids; they can survive," he said, looking at her before putting his lips on hers again, his grip around her waist tight. "Come on…" he whispered.

Desna chuckled.

"What got you so eager?" she asked. "What is it? Karen hasn't given you any lately?"

He smirked before assaulting her mouth again. His hand moved under her skirt, making her moan as he started to rub her clit again.

"Don't be a bitch," he said as his tray of kisses moved to her neck. Her hand secured on his hair.

"I'm not the bitch, here," she said, pulling him closer with a serious expression. She wasn't like Karen.

"Don't be jealous, then," he chuckled, assaulting her neck again, but Desna only scoffed.

"Of Karen Jackson?" She said as she could feel him hardening again against her body, "Please, how many times have you fucked her today?"

He stopped his movement thinking, "Um… none" She smirked as she leaned closer to his mouth, "And how many times did you fuck me today?"

"Four," at his words, she frowned.

"Three," she corrected him.

"Yeah, you're right," Lip said as if he was thinking. That was his smartass face; she knew it by now. "Well, then let's make it four!" he said before pushing her onto the bed, making a yelp leave her mouth.

"Lip, I have to go back down," she said, chuckling.

"You are helping me, don't you remember?" he said, positioning himself between her legs. "You have to help me find my phone," he said, entering her again.

Desna moaned at the sensation, "What shit of an excuse!" She said before moaning again as he started to thrust inside of her. Her core was still sensitive from before, making her feel his every move even more. "Oh fuck, Lip, shit!"

"Fuck, Des," he moaned in her ear. He was fastening his pace, the room filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and skin slapping once again when they could hear footsteps on the stairs.

"Des! The alarm of the oven went off!"

"Fuck, Debbie!" Lip exclaimed as Desna pushed him away so that she could stand up. She fixed her shirt and skirt before exiting the room, making sure to close the door behind her.

"And charge the fucking phone next time, Lip!" She exclaimed with fake annoyance before turning towards Debbie, who was now running to her.

"So, did you two do it?" the girl asked, making Desna wide her eyes.

"What?" It came out with a higher pitch than what she had expected.

"The phone. Did you find it?" Debbie asked with a frown.

"Yeah," Desna said, smiling. "It would have been easier if that room hadn't been a mess."

"Tell me about it," the little girl said, nodding her head, before taking Desna's wrist, "We have to go!"

"Where?"

"The alarm went off; the cookies are ready!" Debbie argued.

Shit, that was true.

"Debs, go turn off the oven. I have to use the bathroom real quick, and then I'll take out the cookies."

Debbie observed her, but she seemed satisfied with her answer.

"Alright, but hurry up!" Then she ran towards the stairs.

Desna took a deep breath. That was another close call; she thought as she went to the bathroom to wash her hands and fix her hair.

Desna Hills had known the Gallaghers for four years now since she had moved to live with Kev and V on the South Side of Chicago. She have known Kev since she was a child, her family was totally fucked up, so when she was twelve Kev and V decided to take her in. Desna loved to live with them; they were funny and nice, and they even gave her a job at Kev's place, called the Alaby. It was filled with drunk people, and there was nothing that she hadn't already seen, but she liked the place. In the morning, she goes to school, and sometimes, in the afternoon, she babysits Fiona Gallagher's children. She wasn't paid for that, but she didn't care. Fiona was V's best friend, and now Desna had become the Gallaghers' friend as well.

"It went well," Desna looked at Lip through the mirror.

"You clearly have no idea what well means," she said, shaking her head with a chuckle before moving to walk out. However, as she passed next to him, Lip stopped her by the waist.

"I'm sorry," he said as he shrugged his shoulders, "We were having fun, weren't we?" His hands were around her waist, and as her hands moved around his neck, their bodies closed once again.

"We were," she said, rubbing her nose against his.

"When can we finish?" She laughed at his words.

"You are so eager today!" Desna said, trying to move away. "What's gotten into you?" But Lip only smirked before pulling her closer and kissing her lips hungrily again.

"I want you," he muttered against her lips, and Desna smiled, liking that he was saying those words.

"I want you too," she said as her hand moved to the front of his jeans, making him suck in a breath, trying not to make noise. She moved her head so as to lock their lips together. They kissed hard, like always, his hands around her waist, and her fingers started to trace the shape of his cock, and he shivered.

"Fuck, Desna," he said, moving his head away so that he could take a deep breath since her hand was palming him through his jeans now.

Desna then moved to his neck, tracing a line of kisses until she reached his ear, "I really want you so fucking bad," she moaned in his ear, to which he answered with a "Fuck, baby," She could feel his hard-on now, and after she made few more moans to work him up, she moved away.

"But not today," she said, running away.

"Come on! You can't!" Desna heard him say as she made her way down the stairs.

He had started it first. She had a job to do; he could not distract her like that without a payback. And she liked to think him upstairs all hot and bothered for something that she did.

This thing with Lip had started for free months now. Desna had always had a crush on Lip since she met him. He was smart, crazy smart, probably the smartest person she had ever met. He was a couple of years older than Desna, and they had been friends since they met. Desna was the same age as Ian, the third Gallagher brother, and the three of them were always together. Lip had always been nice to her, even if she knew he was a ladies man, he liked to fuck around, but Desna didn't care. They started sleeping together when they found themselves alone in the living room of the Gallaghers' house. They had sex on the couch.

Since that day, they had started "this kind of relationship," as Desna liked to call it, while Ian always said that that kind of relationship already had a name: "friends with benefits." And she knew that, she wasn't naive. Desna was well aware that she and Lip weren't exclusive since he was fucking Karen Jackson as well. And even Karen Jackson was fucking… well, every living soul. While Desna wasn't. One part of her said that it was because she still didn't found anyone to fuck, but another part told her that it was because she already had the guy that she wanted. She was aware that that was not a normal relationship, but for now, it was enough for her.

"Look, Des, look!" Debbie said, jumping in front of the oven. Debbie Gallagher was twelve years old, and she was a sweet and lively girl. The Gallaghers, like everyone in the South Side, weren't actually lucky with money, and Debbie was very careful with the payments of the bills, keeping track of everyone with their part of the money. She was very mature for her age.

Desna smiled at Debbie as she grabbed a rag to shield her hand from the heat of the oven.

"Be careful; it's freaking hot," Desna said before turning towards the living room, "Carl, sweetheart, cookies are ready!" The fifth Gallagher brother was Carl Gallagher, a boy of eleven, he was one of a kind, that's how Desna would describe him. He was a very active boy with a love for destruction.

The boy was now looking at the TV, but when he heard Desna call for him, he immediately got up running into the kitchen.

"They are ready?" He said as he moved his hand to take one.

"Be careful," she said as she took the last Gallagher brother, Liam, in her arms.

"If I hurt myself, would you kiss me better?" Carl said with a smirk, to which she shook her head with a fonding look.

"Maybe when you're older," she said, rocking Liam back and forth, who let out a giggle.

"When is "older"?" Carl asked, as always. It was no new subject to her. Fiona had told her that Carl had developed a crush on Desna, so he always tried to make his move, as he liked to call them. Desna found it cute, though.

"Maybe when you're eighteen?" She guessed, making him shake his head.

"It's too far away."

"That's how it is, buddy," she said, stroking his hair, "Eat the cookies," Then she turned to Debbie, who was biting one, "Is it good, Debs?"

Her eyes grew large, "They are so good, I want the recipe!"

Desna smiled, "I'll write it down for you." Then, she could hear some steps from the stairs behind her. As she turned, she noticed Lip running down.

"Hey," she said teasingly, "I've Taken care of everything upstairs." But as they looked at each other, she could see some nervousness in his gaze, different from what she was expecting.

"Lip," Desna called him, getting closer to the boy and touching his arm. "Is everything alright?" She observed his face as he nodded his head.

"No, yeah, yeah, it's fine," he answered before looking directly into her eyes, "I need to talk to you."

Desna frowned. She looked at the children before looking at Lip.

"Lip." She said warningly.

"No, not upstairs," he was quick to add, "Outside."

They looked at each other, her green eyes looking at his blue ones once again. She liked to get lost in his eyes so much.

"Outside seems fine," she said, nodding her head at him before turning to Debbie.

"Debs, I leave Liam to your expert watch," Desna said with a smile as she gave the toddler in Debbie's arms.

"Leave it to me," Debbie assured. Desna caressed her auburn hair before following Lip outside the house. She observed him as he sat down on the porch, lighting a cigarette. He seemed really nervous.

"Lip?" she asked, sitting next to him. His leg was bouncing up and down, so she moved closer to take his free hand in hers.

"What is it?" She asked gripping his hand, he was so relaxed before, what could have happened so suddenly?

"I was…" he said after a moment of silence, "I wanted to take care of your little prank," she would have smiled if he didn't seem so nervous, "And I took our porn magazines, but they weren't mine," he said, and she found herself frowning.

"Okay?" She asked, wondering where this was going.

"There were fucking males on it," he said, taking another drag of his cigarette.

"I don't understand," she admitted. And he nodded his head.

"Yeah… me neither…" he whispered, looking down.

"I'm sure," she said, moving closer so that their legs were touching, "But I really do not understand what's happening. Probably they are Fiona's-"

"They were in my room," he interrupted her before turning to look at her in the eyes. Why would male pornography be in the boys' room? Unless, of course…

"Oh…" she muttered, and she noticed him nod his head.

"Yeah…I think they are Ian's," he said after a moment of silence. His leg was bouncing up and down again. Desna observed him deep in thought. She wanted him to talk to her; she'd really wanted it.

"Does it bother you?" She asked, squeezing his hand to gain his attention.

"That my brother might be gay, well yeah!" He exclaimed, standing up, making her release the hold she had in his hand.

Desna took a heavy breath.

"Why?" She asked, observing him as he paced back and forth.

"Why would he?" he said, his hand in his hair. "What's the point? I mean, how can he be attracted to that?"

"Well, I'm attracted to that, too, so I can see the charm," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Not funny," he said, unable to stay still. Something really bothered him, and even if that was unexpected, he was acting strange.

"What I can't see is why it bothers you so much." At those words, Lip stopped, looking at her as if she were out of her mind.

"My brother is not gay," he said firmly.

"But this is not the point," she insisted, "One likes what one likes, as long as he is happy-"

"He is not, that's it!" He exclaimed, making her roll her eyes, "He maybe needs to be fucked by a girl!"

"No, you need to be fucked by a girl," she said standing up, "Ian can decide for himself, he does not need you to tell him what he likes," her arms crossed over her chest.

"He is not gay, Desna," he repeated, and that made her walk closer to him.

"Why does it bother you so much?" She asked, looking at him in the eyes, but he shook his head, turning away, "Why?" She insisted, searching for his gaze, "There must be a reason, or you wouldn't act like an asshole,"

"Oh, I'm an asshole now?' He asked sarcastically.

"Yeah," she said, nodding her head, "If you're only imposing yourself on Ian, then you are an asshole," He shook his head, chuckling with annoyance, taking a step back, "So, why?" She asked again.

"Why what?!" Lip exclaimed.

"Why does it bother you so much?" she asked again. There must have been some other motives; Lip was too smart to act in such a way.

"Fuck you, Des," he said. Her eyes widened.

"Fuck me?" She exclaimed, "Fuck you! You can't even be honest."

"Honest?" He exclaimed angrily, "What is this a talk show?"

"You're acting like a prick, and I should be the one to go fuck herself?" She asked with wide eyes, not even understanding how they got into that argument.

"You're right," he said, turning to walk toward the exit of the Gallaghers' garden.

"Where are you going now?" Desna asked as she looked at him.

"I forgot I had to go to Karen," that name made her blood boil.

"Now you have to go to- you know what? Fuck you, Lip!" She screamed as he walked away.

"I will!" He said back, "Fucking Karen!"

At that, she turned her back on him, shutting the door angrily.

Fucking Lip Gallagher!

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[m4ndysk4nkovich]

i just thought about season 1 ian seeing season 11 (or 4) ian and now i’m fucking sobbing i’m going to need 5 to 10 business days to recover from this

[fuckingmilkovich]

Can I please request a gallagher sister reader where the reader is the gallaghers younger sister and they are very protectjve of her and they all find out her boyfriend abuses her and is mean and they try to help her get out , she makes excuses for all the bruises and broken bones and eventually they find out its him and they protect her thanks

Please can ian, mickey (she's like a younger sister to him and is dead protective) fiona, lip, carl and debbie be in it thanks

MY BOY by BILLIE EILISH

gallagher family x sister! reader | angst | fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❛he was really sweet in the beginning. . .but then. . .❜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

ETHAN was the sweetest guy you have met in your entire life. you were going to school with him, but he was always this strange, quiet kid in class. he was that person that nobody wanted to talk to because everyone thought that he was a creep. but you wanted to get to know him and see if the gossip was true. you kept your relationship with ethan in secret because you knew your siblings and how protective they were; you just wanted to enjoy a new relationship alone. first two months were great; you felt like you had found a good partner; you felt like home when you were with him; he was your safe place. . .

but suddenly everything changed; ethan stopped being this cute guy you described as your soulmate. at first, he just made comments about your look that were meant to make you hate yourself, making you more traceable to his manipulations. you were in love with him; that’s why you didn’t think straight about what was going on. you excused him because he was your lovely boyfriend, and of course he wouldn’t hurt you. how stupid you were.

the verbal abuse was painful, but you didn’t want to be alone again, so you decided to ignore it. maybe he was having a bad time; you needed to understand that as his girlfriend. . . but then he started practicing violence against you. at first, he just slapped you from time to time, and again, you thought it was not that big deal.

right now, you're just scared to leave him or to tell someone about ethan. so you just accepted your fate, letting him destroy yourself.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ⸻⸻⸻ ❝ they start to notice ❞ ⸻⸻⸻ ✯

it started at every friday movie night. it was a tradition between you and mickey. you’ve always waited until the end of the school week to just chill with milkovich and forget about the world. but this time you wanted to postpone this. it was weird, but you were just hoping that he wouldn’t care about it. unfortunately, he started to ask questions: why? ; what happened? ; can i help you? etc., to avoid the rest of the questions, you said yes to the movie night. but it wasn’t the same as always. you weren’t watching a movie; you were just looking blindly at the wall and anxiously biting your lips. he was suspicious about your behavior, but he also knew that you weren’t going to answer his questions, so he decided to leave you alone and ignore all of this. maybe you just had a bad day, and all you wanted was to sit quietly. he hoped that it was just a bad day.

❛tell them, tell ‘em, tell them the truth❜

next was fiona, she found you in the bathroom when you forgot to lock the door. she was looking at you crying, almost having a panic attack. you were mumbling something to yourself, but even you don't understand what you're saying. fiona was your comfort person, but you didn’t want her to look at you in this situation. after realizing that you were being watched by someone, you looked at the door and saw your older sister. your heart started to hurt, but you just whispered that everything is okay and closed the door without explanation.

❛tell them, tell ‘em, tell them the truth❜

your little sister, debbie was the third person to see something strange about your behavior and your appearance. while playing with franny she saw the scar on your cheek when she asked you about it. you just shrugged your shoulders, saying it was nothing, and you just hurt yourself while playing with a stray dog a few days ago. she didn’t believe you, of course; what a stupid excuse that was. you changed the topic, scared of telling the truth about the scars on your body. your siblings don’t know about your relationship with ethan miller. and you didn’t want them to know about this boy.

❛tell them, tell ‘em, tell them the truth❜

you started to run off excuses for things like changes in your humor, the scars on your body, etc. you didn’t want your family to worry about you because there was nothing to worry about. you were always a strong person in front of your family; you never cried or complained about your life. you have always been this funny and always smiling person in the group. you are always saying that you are great, even if it isn’t the truth. you just wanted to be a good example to your younger siblings, and ethan’s behavior towards you cannot change that.

one day, when you were back from school, you saw all of your family members (plus mickey) sitting on the couch and looking at you. you were confused about this situation, so you just sat down on the chair next to the couch and waited until someone was going to say something.

“why are you looking at me like that, guys?” you laughed nervously, being scared that they found out about your relationship.

“who did this to you?” ian pointed out your bruised face with a concerned look. you rolled your eyes, thinking about another excuse, knowing that you were exposed and nothing would work, but you needed to try.

“oh. . . you know, it’s nothing. i just tipped over and lost my balance, and that’s it.” you said, faking a smile. all you want at this moment is to go to the bedroom, fall asleep, and never wake up again. you hate situations like this, when all attention is focused on you. you hated being put on the spot.

“that’s bullshit. who the fuck did this to you, y/n!” milkovich shouted, but not with bad intention. he was just worried about his, maybe not biological, but younger sister. he doesn’t recognize you anymore, and neither do you nor your whole family.

❛tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em, tell ‘em,

tell ‘em your-❜

“my boyfriend. my boyfriend did this to me.” after a few minutes of sitting quietly, you finally spoke the truth.

“you have a boyfriend? how long?” lip asked, shocked. you never had any secrets with your siblings; you always told them everything about your private things, just to listen to their point of view or advice.

your heart cracked when you heard the disappointment in his voice. this was another thing you were afraid of: that the most important people, in your life would think that you didn’t trust them.

“almost a year,” you said, and your eyes started to water because you were scared that ethan would find out that you betrayed him.

“why didn't you tell us?” fiona asked while hugging a crying debby.

“because i’m scared of him and i didn’t want to be weak in front of you guys,” you said with a tired voice. “i’m abused for eight months now; i think it’s endless. every time i thought it was over, he came back. i just i can't get out." you said, almost whispering. the silence was loud this time, and you felt powerless. you were just tired at this moment.

you felt debbie’s arms wrapping along your body, hugging you and crying into your chest. “don’t cry, princess; i’m okay.” you smiled softly at her, unable to watch her cry.

“y/n, where does that bastard live?” carl was also angry, knowing that his sister was abused by some loser, and he didn’t know about it.

“i need to be alone now.” i really need to cry you thought, going back to your room.

“we will help her,” ian said, smiling lightly at everyone in the room, knowing that he needed to rescue his sister.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

i can do a part two if you guys want to!

hope that’s what you wanted, again sorry for any mistakes!!

[livvyofthelake]

saw a girl on tiktok make a powerpoint of the “worst tv characters ever” and their final slide was my girl julie taylor….. julie i’m about to kill this bitch for you if you have one defender it will always be me bitch i love you…. “beth haven’t you forgotten to watch friday night lights since like november?” this isn’t about me. this is about how i will be julie taylor’s number one always. if you have a problem with julie taylor you have a problem with ME and she isn’t real and can’t kill you but EYE am. so watch the fuck out. !!!

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

no this is how i feel. it’s kind of like mickey’s advice to ian, she needs to work on loving herself before she can be able to love somebody else that way. she’s still very much hurt from everything that’s happened to her in her life and i don’t think she can be in a relationship. she seeks out relationships with people who she, to some degree, knows will hurt her, and then they do hurt her and she falls deeper into her hatred for herself/abandonment issues. i love her and she deserves love but sometimes it’s better to be alone for a bit and work on yourself.

Oof. This might be controversial to say amongst other Debbie fans, but I don’t ship Debbie with anyone. Yes, not even with Sandy.

To me, it seemed like Debbie only ever got into relationships with people out of a fear of being alone not because she felt a genuine connection with them. And, to me, a lot of them just felt very forced and awkward. It just felt as though the writers had no idea what to do with Debbie on her lonesome, so they just shoved her in some relationships (whether they were romantic and/or sexual) so they wouldn’t have to push themselves to discover how to write Debbie by herself. Is any of what I’m saying makes sense?