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if u can please write a carl gallagher x fem reader where they’re teenagers working at the same place eg a diner and carl hates everyone there but her trope? tysm 🫶🏼💗💗

I took some inspo from things in my life. It was kinda therapeutic and nice to write this out. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

I am still working on the other requests I have, but they will be written. Lol. Also, MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Carl Gallagher x Female Reader-"Hate everyone but you"

Carl was getting to the diner late as usual even with the standing goal to get there in time to see her. 

He bursts through the door to see that she’d already made it to work. He was in the process of waving at her when their manager bumped into him, and the manager stated, “You’re late.”

Carl shook his head and explained, “Don’t think so. I got here before you. I would call that on time.�� 

“Oh really? I got something for you.” The manger flicks Carl off with a smile before walking off.

Carl's response was, “Dickhead.“ 

Carl clocked in and went in to wash the few dishes already in the sink; however, it became clear to him quickly that it was a slow morning. 

He looked at the floors and tables spotlessly clean. He thought about how she was the only one that cared enough to do the actual job. Her eyes were quick to find her sitting down and admire her as she sat watching the sun illuminate her. The cashier walked past him, and she commented, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”  

“Oh shut up. You wish you could be that beautiful.”

The cashier gasped and retorted, “You ass.”

“Hey, I’m the one minding my business; you came up to me.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Well, you're ugly so who won?” He shrugs and laughs slightly at her. 

She replied in mutters; however, she was quick to walk away after Carl gave her a taunting wave and the words, “Bye.” 

Carl's eyes fall back onto her, and she's rubbing at her eyes softly and blinking aggressively. He looked at the coffee pot on the counter and made his way over. He asks a question he already knows the answer to, “Tired?” He lifts the coffee pot in the air and turns the cup over. 

She responds with a small smile to answer, “Yes, actually. Thank you.” 

He puts the coffee pot back where it’s supposed to, and he sits in the booth across from you. He nervously moved his thumbs back and forth on each other, and he struggled to find words, “So…Umm…” There was a small silence as you finished preparing your coffee how you like and asking, “How did you spend your day off yesterday?”

“Yesterday? Well, just the usual family is crazy. Really nothing much though.“

“Everything okay?” He smiles at the question and nods before asking

“What about you? I mean what do you do for fun.”

“Well, these days I’m not too sure. I actually picked up a shift yesterday actually.”

“Why?”

“They said they needed someone. So I came in.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I didn’t have anything to do anyway. I actually asked them to switch my schedule, so they don’t have to keep calling me.”

“Your switching days?”

“Yeah. Switching my Wednesday for a Tuesday. It works better that way for me. I can have all day off of nothing.”

“Wow-Well, if your not doing anything-We cou-” 

The manager smiles smug as he walks over and states in an upbeat tone, “Carl, get back to the back work. Do your fucking job?”

“You-”

The manager looks at you and says, “Y/N a pleasure. I could just eat you up.“

Carl looks to see how she hunches over. The reaction and situation makes his hands ball up. Quickly, he says, “Fuck off!” 

The manager opens his mouth before closing it. He walked off because Carl’s gaze and balled fists sent too many alerts through him. Carl gave a smile to Y/N, which she returned. After that, Carl went back to work to take away from the anger the interaction gave him.  

The diner got slightly more busy, so the other dishwasher and Carl were working together to get it down. While Carl was washing some dishes, he overhears the other dishwasher say, “Yesterday was busy. You know Sal doesn’t even do too much work. Even with that, I have too much going on on Tuesdays. I doubt Manger. Fucktard would let me switch.” 

Carl finished up his pile and went over and offered to switch Tuesdays. “Really? Man, I thought you were a son of a bitch, but you're alright.”

“Me son of a bitch? Don’t make me regret switching with you now. Mind giving me Thursdays. You can take my Friday.”

“Sure. No problem. I’ll let the boss know.” Carl waved him off with a smile and continued to work. He’d have the same schedule as you for the weeks to come, and he couldn’t wait. 

Soon enough, the morning shift was over, and it was time to go. Carl rushed to get ready to go, so he could catch you. You're always too quick and he misses you. Despite the effort not resulting in what he wanted, he still smiled knowing he’d get to see you tomorrow.

It was evening shift this time on that Thursday, and he came in a bit late as he walked toward the dinner. Luckily, you were just getting there too. He smiled and said, “You're not early?”

She shook her head and said, “Night Shift is always worse, so I take my time getting here. Hopefully it ends soon…you don’t work today? Are you covering for someone?” He felt himself warm inside knowing that she did notice him. He could have sworn he answered but only in his head. “Carl?”

“Oh sorry I thought I answered you.”

“Only in your head huh. It’s okay it happens.”

“Actually my schedule changed too.”

“Oh…you didn’t say anything the last time we talked.”

“Oh that?…Manager fucktard interrupted our conversation.”

“Manager fucktard?” She bursted out laughing full heartedly and called his whole body warmed at the sound. He wanted to hear it again; he got what he wanted as he seriously said, “Yeah. Fucktard.” 

“Oh that’s good.” He smiled at her and laughed nervously along with her. 

They made it to work and the shit show began. Carl actually didn’t realize what he’d gotten himself into. He’s never worked the night shift. Hectic and stressful but he remembered why he did it. Catching glances of her making it worthwhile and filling him with energy. Working even faster at work.

When things were winding down, it all took a turn for the worst. Y/N was stuck with a group of boys to wait on. 

Immediately, one commented, “Nice ass.” 

Y/N gasped out before trying to play it off and get it over with and questioned, “What can I get you all?”

Another replied, “How about your number?” 

“You all need a few minutes. No problem. I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks for the view.” Y/N shook her head heading to her other tables until she went up to her manager, who sat at a counter.

She straight up asked him, “Hey, can you cover the group in the corner?”

“Why?”

“It's difficult because we’re the same age. You’d make it all go a lot quicker.”

“Hun, I could do that… “Really-”

“But, I won’t.”

“What?”

“This work is professional.”

“They really will be here forever if you don’t step in.”

“Dear…Look, you know what?”

“What?”

“I could do it for a price…” His hand starts to make its way on her thigh. Y/N pulls away instantly and walks back over to the table of boys. She puts on her facade and asks once again, “What can I get you?” 

“How about some cake?”

“We don’t actually have much dessert. Certainly, not cake.” The group of boys laugh. 

Y/N gets all the rage built. It gave her the courage to say, “If you aren’t going to get anything, you have to go.”

“Is that any way to talk to a customer? That’s a bit rude.”

”You’re lucky that’s all you get. You are being more than rude. Also, disgusting, creepy, and straight up pathetic that you have to do this just to get any kind of attention. I’m done with your table.” Y/N goes to walk away before one of the boys grabs her wrist. “Don’t touch-” Y/N doesn’t have to finish the sentence before Carl is jumping over the counter, removing his hand with a strong grip. He tackled the boy to the ground pounding his fists down. The other boys started to get up. Y/N stopped at least two from getting up as she kicked them back into the booth and used her order book to hit anywhere she could. Honestly, those boys never had a chance. Carl was livid for your treatment. Soon the manager was up and pulled Carl off of one of the boys. He pushed Carl toward you and yelled, “You’re Fired Gallagher!” Y/N looked over to Carl before she strides over to the manager not caring about the bodies on the ground and punching the manager square in the face. “Fucktard! I quit! Touching a minor! Watch your children with this one!” Y/N pointed to herself. Carl got his and Y/N’s things before walking out together. The adrenaline ran out and Y/N was left shy. She uttered to Carl, “I’m sorry I got you fired.”

“That? Who cares?”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter. Come on, they need people. They’ll call us back. If not, they don’t deserve us. They certainly don’t deserve you.” The words made her shy as she put her hands and looked down to say, “Carl…Ummm. Are you okay?”

“Me? I’m fine. Are you?” He grabbed your hands gently, and you both stopped walking. You stayed silent, and he continued to speak, ”The fact that you have to deal with assholes like that-It’s so fucked. I’m angry for you.” 

“Is that why you did that back there?”

“That? I mean yeah…”

“Oh.”

“But, not just that. I don’t know if you noticed I hate everyone there.”

“I’ve noticed. Spouting your swears left and right.”

“I hate everyone but you.”

“I-Thanks?” Carl moved his hands from reviewing your hands to holding them. His breath hitched slightly before he smiled and said, Y/N…I have big feelings for you. It probably doesn’t sound so pretty. Honestly, I’m not that smart. I couldn’t stand the way they treated you in there, and I lost it…Anyway, I’ve been trying to gain so much courage to ask you out, but lose the nerve or get interrupted every time. I’d understand it if you said no, but I really had to ask.”

“You need that much courage just to ask me out even though you just fought all those guys with no fear?”

“Pretty much.”

“I-” Y/N held his hands back before leaning forward and kissing his lips softly. Carl leaned forward trying to catch your lips pulling away as he was fully enveloped in bliss. You laughed at his reaction, and he laughed at himself too. “I-Carl…I hope you realize not anyone just does what you did. I thought you were really cute, don’t worry…You’re not the only one. I’d love to go on a date with you and some other time we can find a job together?”

“As long as my schedule matches yours, I really don’t care where we work. Uh-” He scratches the back of his head softly and asks, “Can I kiss you again? I really liked it. Won’t be able to stop thinking about it if I don’t get at least one more before the end of the day.” You smile and nod as he comes in close. 

Hope your day got better

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[hawkinsuniversity]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒

series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.

series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.

pairing : debbie gallagher x fem!reader

warnings : lots of swearing, arguing, oral (female receiving)

10:38 am (third person perspective)

“the fuck do you mean she gave you a blow job ian?!” lip shouted at his brother who was standing across the room from him.

“i mean she put her mouth on my dick and gave me an orgasm. i’m pretty such thats what a blow job is lip.” ian responded sarcastically while reading the back of the newspaper that had previously been sitting on the kitchen table.

“she gave you a blow job less than 24 hours after having sex with me?” lip questioned, still struggling to process the information he was being given.

“yep, pretty much.” ian responded.

“well where is she now?” lip asked as his brain was flooded with a wave of different emotions.

“wheres who?” fiona asked as she entered the kitchen to see the two brothers arguing with one another.

“y/n.” lip replied angrily.

“woah. whats your problem?” fiona inquired.

“y/n and lip had sex and then she gave me a blow job like 12 hours later.” ian said as he looked up from the newspaper.

“wait what!” fiona shouted. “y/n gave you a blowjob? i mean thats fine but i thought you were gay.” she said as she turned to face ian.

“exactly! stay in your fucking lane man” lip shouted out to his brother.

“ok first of all i am gay, and second of all sexuality is subjective.” ian replied to his hysterical siblings.

“good morning.” debbie announced as she walked into the kitchen.

“debbie can you shut the fuck up for two second please!” lip shouted. “and ian why the fuck would you let y/n blow you if you’re gay?!”

“WAIT WHAT!” debbie yelled. “y/n blew you?!”

“yes debs calm down.” ian said as he sighed.

“y/n as in the russian prostitute fiona brought home from the club?! she blew you?!”

“she had sex with lip too.” fiona then chimed in.

“WHAT!”

“debbie seriously shut the fuck up.” ian snapped. “and lip, i let her blow me because i was hard and needed something to jerk me off, ok? i’m pretty sure i’m still gay so there’s no need to freak out.”

“pretty sure?!” debbie gasped.

“woah now you don’t even know if you’re gay anymore?!” lip spat.

“no i — i didn’t mean it like that.” ian responded. “i just meant that i’m not sure how i feel about what happened yesterday. i mean, i like guys but now i’m not sure if i could like girls too.“

“are you fucking kidding me right now?!” lip replied.

“k seriously lip calm the fuck down.” ian shouted. “why are you so pissed off anyways it’s not like you actually liked her.”

“it doesn’t fucking matter ian! i still slept with her! you don’t sleep with somebody your siblings have slept with!! thats just basic fucking logic!” lip screamed.

“ok seriously you both need to calm down.” fiona jumped in. “you two head off to work i’ll handle y/n.”

“how are you gonna deal with y/n, fiona?! you have a shift at patsey’s in a half hour!” lip asked while pacing the kitchen.

“i was gonna get debbie to hangout with her today!” fiona defended.

“no. absolutely not. she can come with me to work.” lip spat refusing to compromise.

“i can hangout with y/n!” debbie offered.

“oh fuck off.” ian joked from the kitchen table.

“no seriously, i wanna get to know her! plus, i was just about to head to the mall, she can join!” debbie squealed excitedly.

“ya well thats not gonna fucking happen debs. she’s an ex prostitute with who knows what kind of issues and trauma. we don’t need debbie freaking her the fuck out right now.” lip aggressively spat.

“lip seriously it’s fine.” fiona stated bluntly. “go to work and don’t even worry about it.”

and with that fiona started pushing lip towards the front door, trying to get him out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have time to argue.

“ok whatever, i’m leaving.” ian said as he stood up from the kitchen table and left out the back door.

that left only y/n and debbie in the house together and at that exact time y/n happened to come walking down the kitchen stairs.

“hi!!!” debbie greeted the girl enthusiastically.

“hi.” y/n said back plainly.

“i’m debbie!” she introduced. “fiona, lip and ians sister!”

“ohh ya hey.” y/n responded dryly.

“so i was just about to head out to the mall. wanna come?” debbie asked excitedly.

“ya sure.” y/n replied dryly once more.

“great! let me grab my keys and then we can go!” debbie squealed in delight.

5:12pm

“come on y/n! we’ve been trying on dresses for hours!” debbie complained from the big sofa that sat in the middle of the dressing room.

“just one more!” y/n exclaimed from behind the curtain that was currently shielding her naked body.

the two girls had been shopping for hours and not only did y/n take forever but she also spent a shit ton of money.

that girl seriously needed to learn how to cut back a little bit.

“what do you think!” y/n squealed as she came out from behind the curtain wearing a silver sparkly party dress that was so short it didn’t even cover up half of her ass.

“you look amazing now can we go!” debbie said hurriedly while looking down at her cell phone.

“but you haven’t even seen it!” y/n exclaimed while walking towards debbie and lifting her chin up with her right hand so she could look at the dress.

“y/n we really don’t have ti —“ debbie started but quickly stopped talking once she saw how y/n looked in the dress.

it was beautiful. it was like the dress had been designed to look only as perfect on her.

“wow.” debbie said in shock.

“so should i get it?” y/n asked happily.

“definitely.” debbie said firmly. “how much is it?”

“like $725.” y/n responded quietly.

“725!!” debbie screamed. “holy fuck y/n we can’t afford that!”

“i know, i know! i just wanted to try it on.”

“ok well you just did so go take it off now so that we can finally leave.” debbie said back hurriedly.

y/n pouted and walked behind the curtain again to take the dress off and put her regular clothes back on.

“debbie!” she called

“yes y/n!” debbie called back from the couch.

“i need help with the zipper! can you come undo it for me!” y/n asked.

debbie sighed and stood up from her comfortable seat.

she walked behind the large curtain to find y/n with her back turned and her ass completely exposed.

debbie felt her heart beat faster and her breathing turn heavy.

before she knew was her hand was grabbing onto y/n’s ass as a slap echoed through the dressing room.

y/n let out a yelp and quickly spun around.

debbies face turned bright red as she realized what she had done and immediately started repeatedly apologizing.

as debbie was ranting on and on about how sorry she was y/n slowly started to move closer to her and cupped her right cheek with her left hand.

debbie looked down at her and immediately stopped talking.

slowly debbie moved in and started gently kissing y/n on her soft pink lips.

“mhmm” y/n moaned into the kiss and started running her hands up and down debbies clothed body.

debbie quickly pulled away from the kiss and grabbed y/n’s hands before pinning then behind her back and sucking gently on her neck.

she slowly ran her hands up the side of y/n’s thighs and pulled her dress up so it was sitting just above her waist.

she then brought her hands back down to y/n’s upper thighs and started tracing shapes on her warm skin.

she moved her hands up even more and gently grazed her thumb across the top of y/n’s clit.

y/n moaned softly as she watched debbie touch her in the mirror of the dressing room.

debbie gradually stopped sucking on y/n’s neck and crouched down to come face to face with her perfectly round and plump ass.

moving even closer to y/n’s cunt debbie licked a firm strip up of y/n’s folds.

y/n wasn’t wearing any panties and her pussy was already soaking wet.

debbie was quickly lapping at y/n’s folds before starting to suck at her clit gently.

y/n moaned softly again and reached backwards to grab onto debbies head.

debbie continued to go between sucking and licking at y/n’s pussy until she finally pushed a finger into her cunt carefully.

y/n groaned trying to keep her composer.

“shhh be quiet. we don’t want someone coming in.” debbie mumbled against y/n’s folds.

she then slipped another finger into y/n and started to kiss and caress her thighs softly.

y/n felt herself about to come undone but tried her best to keep herself together.

“its okay baby let go for me” debbie praised.

y/n continued to moan softly as she came on debbies tounge.

debbie quickly lapped up all the cum that slowly ran down y/n’s thighs before standing up again.

and all that went through debbie’s mind in that moment was : what the fuck were lip and ian gonna say.

[imagination-of-a-fandom-slut]

A New Kind Of Love {Lip Gallagher x Reader} - A bed's a bed (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/8N8cqVVmnC Y/N Y/L/N, has lived with her abusive father and mother for all her life, her dad abuses her and her mother watches, she's had enough and decides to run away, Lip falls right into her lap they save each other.

[shamelessgallagherimagines]

The Stupid Little Things - Part 22/? - Carl Gallagher x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / The rest of the parts

@tmrhollandkay - Thank you so so much for your kind words! They inspired me to get my shit together and finished this chapter. I hope you like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V

Living with the Gallaghers was natural to me, I’d spent every waking moment of my childhood in that house so I used to being surrounded with the craziness that came with the family. I slotted perfectly into the order of things, or as perfectly as I could in a house that had no order, and nobody talked about my parents and what had happened so I was happy enough.

 Carl, as I expected, wanted to put them six feet under but I eventually convinced him to let go of the bitterness and the anger and cuddle with me instead. It was easy with Carl, we knew each other inside out, so we only needed to look at each other to know what the other was thinking. That’s why it was almost impossible to hide the fact that I wanted to go back to my own house and knock them out myself. But I didn’t, I was the good girl. The good girl who loved the Gallaghers.

 But there were changes, atmospheres that simply hadn’t existed when we were little and it freaked me out a little at first. The romantic change between me and Carl was obvious enough but some would argue it had always been there. Yet there was a noticeable difference between Lip and Carl. And it fucking scared me a little. They would hardly look at each other and even though I knew they would defend each other to the ends of the earth, the whole house became hostile. I could only take so much before I exploded.

 “Hey, Lip?” I called as he walked through the front door on evening, his hair soaking wet from the downpour outside. I’d been seeing him less and less lately and when I moved in he almost seemed to move out.

As soon as he saw me and Carl sat on the sofa, his arm draped around mine, he turned back around charging back outside again.

“What the fuck Lip?” Carl said jumping up, me seconds behind him, chasing after the older Gallagher who seemed to have started to despise us.

“Lip? You okay?” I said, running ahead of Carl and catching Lip outside of a car, struggling with the keys and trying to jump inside. I threw myself in front of the car door before he could.

“Move out of the way Y/N,” he said flatly, unable to look me in the eyes.

“Philip Gallagher, when have I ever listened to a word you’ve said in the entire time I’ve moved here. Exactly, none”

I was trying to keep my tone casual and playful but Lip’s jaw only locked further.

“Out of the way Y/N,” he said his voice distracted almost, like he was trying to hide his emotions from me.

I was starting to feel pissed.

“I don’t understand. I don’t understand what I’ve done for you to hate me this much.”

He took a deep breath, shaking his head and meeting my gaze for a split second before looking away.

“You haven’t done anything!” he shouted, making me flinch “You haven’t done a fucking thing! You never have!”

He was running his hands through his hair and it was impossible to disguise the alcohol in his breath. It reeked of regret.

“LIP DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!”

He shot around to face Carl who was suddenly going into protective mode, charging towards us, eyes alight with anger.

“As if I’d lay a fucking finger on her. Really Carl, you really want to fucking go there,”

Carl pushed his shoulder but Lip didn’t even flinch, pushing him back harder, making Carl stumble backwards. Carl was strong but Lip was stronger, of course he was, he was double his weight.

“Carl he wasn’t gonna hurt me” I said “He’s being an asshole and he’s drunk off of his ass, yes, but he wasn’t going to hurt me”

The two brothers just stood staring at each other, forehead to forehead, Lip towering over my boyfriend. You could’ve smelt the testosterone a mile away.

“Okay guys, enough is fucking enough, its pissing itself down out here. Can we go inside now?”

Neither of them was listening to me.

“What’s you fucking problem man? All the passive aggressiveness, the fucking dirty looks, all the fucking time you spend away from the house,” Carl said and Lip shook his head, laughing coldly.

Carl lunged for him but Lip didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t move a muscle.

“Oh my god! Can you guys give it a fucking rest,”

Lip shot me a pained look before continuing his rant to Carl.

“Hate your brother and hide your gold huh?”

“What the fuck does that mean. Don’t get fucking philosophical on me Lip,”

“I gave up half of my childhood fucking raising you and you’re just going to stand there and talk to me like shit. Show me some fucking respect. Everything I do, I do for you Carl and the rest of our fucked up family”

And of course, none of us could argue with that, we all just stood awkwardly in the rain.

 “You know I think I’m done living at home. I’m going back to college,” Lip said eventually, turning back to the car door.

“Lip your completely hammered you are not getting in that car,” I said, resting my hand on his arm. He shrugged me off.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Lip,” said Carl.

“You wanna know what this is really about do you?”

“I already fucking know what this is about. Who this is about.”

Carl took a step towards me, creating a barrier between me and Lip and looked at him pointedly.

“Hide your fucking gold,” Lip repeated looking at me and then back at Carl, nodding his head as he bowed it “I get it little bro, I get it”

Then he looked at Carl with menace.

He gave a military salute and Carl sunk in on himself, his eyes opening with alarm as if Lip had just revealed his darkest secret. I was more than confused to say the least

“She’s a keeper soldier,” Lip said, stumbling towards Carl and tapping him on the cheek before storming into the house, slamming the door behind him.

Me and Carl stood in the rain silent with shock.

 “He’s drinking too much” I said as Carl looked at the ground

“I know”

“I know? What kind of a fucking answers that, you’re losing your brother Carl,”

“I know,” he said again and I gave him a pained expression “Look, if I could send him to fucking rehab myself, I would”

“He’s an adult,” I said, watching his shadow against the front window as he walked up the stairs “You can’t just ship him off to rehab. He needs help, he needs us”

“Yeah well, he doesn’t fucking like us at the moment. He needs to be away from here. He’s fucking dangerous when he’s this bad,” Carl said, grabbing my hand. ‘It’s like he’s turning into Frank.”

I gulped, swallowing hard, before reaching over and kissing Carl on the cheek. I walked inside while he stayed out, trying to shake an uncomfortable feeling.

I want him to be okay Carl, I really fucking do.

 ////

 I forced myself to walk myself up the stairs alone, to stand outside his bedroom. Lip needed somebody to talk to, and at the moment he had nobody. He was too proud to get help.

I was about to knock, pausing outside of his door when I heard him talk. At first, I thought he was talking to himself and it took me a split second to realise he was on the phone. I paused, to listen in and what I heard shattered my heart.

“Hi, yeah it’s Phillip Gallagher. I’ve been trying to book an appointment and um- yeah yeah I know, yeah I know but I was wondering whether um I could pay part of my college bills off tomor-“

He paused, as if cut off, and sighed sounding completely and utterly defeated, his speech slurred a little.

“I’m behind yeah…No. No, it won’t be the full amount”

There was a longer silence.

“I know and I’ll keep making the payments,”

Lip was becoming frustrated I could tell and I could feel her slump against the other side of the door. Silently, I crouched down too, pushing my ear against the wood of the door.

“Yeah. No. And I know it’s unusual paying cash but…Yeah, I really appreciate your patience with me,”

I could vaguely make out the mumbling of the person on the line and readjusted myself so I could hear them more clearly.

“It’s uh Lip, I figure I’m going to talk to you a lot there’s no point you calling me by my full name,”

The other voice sounded older, crackly through the mobile phone but I guessed it was a college professor, a receptionist, councillor? Somebody to do with college.

 “Well, Lip, have you considered taking a semester off, working and saving your money. You could come back next semester with your financial paperwork in order and maybe have a little extra spending money in your pocket”

 Lip inhaled sharply and sniffed a little.

 “I-I won’t make it back. I..uh…” He was struggling I could tell, and I was sure he was on the verge of breaking.

He continued.

“My little brother Ian was diagnosed with bipolar…Uh…every day I’m not there I jus- I..uh feel so fucking guilty that I’m not here. Helping.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was spilling everything, Philip Gallagher, the most guarded private person I knew, spilling his life story to his college professor.

He was desperate.

Desperate and drunk.

“The reason I stay is…. I uh…I can’t help…No… ‘Cause, I spent my whole life trying to help my mom… um she, uh had the same disease… and there’s no help for it.”

 I swear to god I could feel him crumpling on the other side of that door and it took everything I had not to tear up myself.

 “Except for the little ones.” He said sharply, after clearing his throat.” Debbie and Carl and Liam, although they um, they’re not so little anymore. And then my sister Fiona… I could be there for them but I’m not.”

He words became more cutting, more accusing, self-deprecating.

“My brother, Carl, he’s just got out of juvenile prison… and… and there was nothing I could do to help him either. He, he doesn’t look at me the same anymore”

I felt a weird sinking feeling inside because I knew, I just knew.

Lip Gallagher was crying.

“You know, ‘cause I’m away, I’m away so much. ‘Cause I’m told that … that staying at school is something I could do for those kids. In-in in a big way, in a real way uh… Someday.”

He sniffed loudly and I heard him stand up, starting to pace back and forth around the room.

“So, I’m staying at college.”

It was definite, his voice was strong. But I heard him gulp, I heard him choke back tears.

 “But if I go back to the house, you uh… You know like I am now. Well then I’m in it. You know an-an-an-and I can’t get back out of it.”

 I jumped up myself, placing my palm flat against the door and cursing myself for being too much of a fucking coward to walk in there and hug him like he deserved to be hugged.

No wonder he fucking drunk with so much fucking pressure on his shoulders

 “I mean… I-uh I… and I mean the only reason why I’m home right now is because there’s this girl who means the world to um to uh-um me and the rest of us I mean she’s practically family and we love her, I love her. We all love her”

 I froze. He meant me, he fucking meant me.

 “And her parents are really shitty and they beat her… because she’s stuck in this shitty neighbourhood and um...  it wasn’t safe so, I-I-I need, I n-need to keep her safe.”

 He was missing college, his education ,his shot at life because he was back here. Because of me. I couldn’t stop tears from starting to form, letting them silently drip down my face.

 “But you know she’s with my brother,” His jaw locked and he swallowed loudly “…and I think she’s happy now I hope she’s happy so my job is um... kinda done… so um… “

 I was becoming more and more undone, a bigger and bigger blubbering mess but Lip snapped. In a split second I heard him pull himself together, building his mature and impenetrable persona back up, building up his wall, as if pretending he hadn’t just confessed his life story to a total stranger.

 “Yeah so I’m keep going to your headquarters and I’m going keep making these payments.”

He said and sniffed loudly

“…and I’m going to show up and count it out, note by fucking bank note… and you know then that’ll be my part and your part, I hope is um… patience.”

His voice cracked.

“Please!”

This was it for Lip, he was at his rawest. He was vulnerable, the person on the other side of the line was responsible for everything that was important to him and for once in his life Lip couldn’t be in control.

“Yeah, I just need um… fuck, I just need a little more time,”

 I guessed that the conversation pretty much ended there because Lip became silent, huffing loudly and I ran away to the bathroom before he could hear me sniffle guiltily.

 Lip’s P.O.V

There was a knock at my door, giving me a slight warning before it creaked open.

Carl was stood there, eyes sunken, tired, probably sick to fucking death of being surrounded by drunks.

That was why I was doing it.

College.

For him. For the rest of them.

He ran at me and I wrapped him in a hug.

Neither of us said anything, until I had to.

Until I could stay quiet anymore.

“Tell her.” I said “Tomorrow”

Carl nodded. “I will,” he said.

“I fucking mean it. I know why you need to do it, but she doesn’t.”

Carl nodded.

“Couldn’t have picked worse fucking timing Carl,” I said.

Carl nodded.

He walked back out of the room, about to shut the door on me when he stopped.

Hesitated.

“Y/N’s going to hate me forever isn’t she. For leaving.” He stopped as if he was admitting something to himself for the first time “I’m leaving her here for military school,”

[hawkinsuniversity]

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑

series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.

series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.

pairing : ian gallagher x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of a hangover, swearing, blow job, oral sex (male receiving), basically just a ton of oral smut

9:03 am (y/n’s perspective)

sunlight peered in through the opened blinds that were posititoned across the room from me.

i was laying on a queen sized matress that had been pushed up against one of the walls in a small, dark, quiet room.

the window that lay across from me provided barely enough light to see, but from what i

could tell the matress was the only peice of furniture in the room.

every once in a while i heard a voice or loud noise come from downstairs but for the most part i was laying in complete silence.

i didnt remember much from the day before. just waking up hungover and then having sex with a man in the kitchen downstairs.

so pretty much the same bullshit as usual.

i didnt remember being brought upstairs so i must have been asleep when that happened.

i noticed my hair was freshly washed and body was clean. i was no longer wearing my skimpy black dress, but was now wearing an oversized, grey nirvana t-shirt with a pair of red lace panties.

suddenly the door on the right side of the room swung open.

a redheaded male abruptly entered the room with a tray that carried an assortment of foods.

“hello.” the man said awkwardly.

he walked over to me and placed the tray on the floor beside the matress.

“hi.” i responded quietly.

“whats your name?” he asked

“y/n.” i quickly replied.

“hi y/n. i’m ian.” he kindly introduced. “do you remember much from the past couple days?”

“no.” i told him. “where’s dave?”

“dave? you mean your pimp? he’s gone y/n. he was trying to sell you into sex slavery and prostitution a few night ago. my older sister fiona bought you off of him to prevent that.” ian informed me.

“bought?! what the fuck!” i screamed.

“i know everythings kinda foggy and confusing right now but we are going to get everything sorted out. dont worry.” the redhead reassured.

had dave really sold me? what the fuck!

i needed to find a way out of this house and fast. i had no clue what was going on but i knew i wasn’t gonna sit around and wait to find out.

suddenly the door swung open again and another man walked in. i instantly recognized him as the man from last night.

“hey.” he said to me as he smirked with a smug expression plastered across his face.

“fiona wants to see you downtairs.” he informed ian.

“k. will you sit with her?” ian responded.

“ya of course.” the man replied.

and with that ian left the room leaving me and the other man alone together.

i didn’t remember much about last night but i definitely knew what had happened between us.

“you sleep well?” the man asked me.

“fine.” i said coldly.

“good.. good.. good.” he rambled “so um im lip. look im not sure if you really remember but uh i was the one who brought you upstairs and put you to bed last night.”

“we had sex.” i stated bluntly.

he scratched the back of his head in discomfort.

“yea.. uhh… we did. look, i don’t know how much you remember but i was not in the best head space last night and was really stressed out, so… im sorry if i hurt you in any way or upset you at all.” lip apologized.

“i dont really care. im used to it.” i responded harshly.

“oh right the whole prostitution thing.” lip said. “that uh — that really sucks. im sorry.”

“thanks.” i whispered under my breath so that it was barely audiable.

just then ian entered the room once more and sat down at the foot of the matress i was laying on.

“haven’t eaten yet?” he asked while looking over at lip.

“im not hungry.” i mumbled.

“you should eat.” ian replied.

“ok.” i responded softly.

“well uh… i should be heading to work now.” lip finally chimed in.

“ok, ill stay here with y/n.” ian told him before turning back towards me.

“that ok with you?” he asked.

“yea whatever.” i said.

“ok, well uh if you two are good then i should head out.” lip said as he slowly backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

me and ian looked back at one another as he gestured towards my food.

“can you gonna eat now?” he asked as i rolled my eyes and reluctantly picked up the tray of food.

2:12pm

“iannnn” i whined from upstairs.

i had eaten my breakfast and then gone downstairs to watch some tv but came back up about an hour ago to take a nap.

“yes y/n?” he called back as he walked up the stairs.

“come hereeee.” i yelled as he walked into the room.

“whats up y/n?” he asked while crossing his arms over his cheast.

“im bored.” i announced while looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“well what do you wanna do?” ian inquired.

“hmm…” i pretended to think “i want attention.” i said assertively.

i had only known ian for a few hours but he had been very nice and constantly was making sure i was comfortable, which i really appreciated considering all of the assholes ive delth with before.

“you have my full attention.” ian responded to me sarcastically.

“no. come here.” i said while crossing my arms over my cheast to mimick him.

ian slowly walked closer to the top of the matress and sat down beside my head.

“what do you need y/n?” he asked while looking down at me.

“just sit here with me.” i replied quietly.

“ok.” ian mumbled while swinging his legs onto the matress and looking down at me.

“hi.” i whispered while making intense eye contact with the red head.

“hi.” he responed while looking contently into my e/c eyes.

i quickly flipped over onto my stomach and rested my chin on ians left thigh.

“i wanna do somethinggg” i whined.

“what is it you wanna do?” he asked while laughing at my childlessnesses.

“i dont know.” i said. “something funnnnn” i giggled while climbing onto ians lap.

ian started laughed hysterically and stroked the back of my hair.

suddenly i felt his entire body stiffin under me and his hands fly to my waist to slightly lift me off of him.

“sorry.” he apologized sincerely. “i cant really control when it happens.”

i looked down to realize why he reacted the way he did. there was a large tent in his grey sweatpants now and he looked around nervously waiting for my response.

“its ok. not your fault.” i said kindly, trying to make him feel better.

slowly ian started lifting me off of his lap more before i stopped him suddenly.

“what?” he asked.

“well… um… do you need me to take care of that for you?” i replied quietly while avoiding eye contact.

“y/n… i’m gay.. i don’t mean to make things awkward but…” he started.

“no! i didn’t mean like did you need me to take care of that in a romantic way or a hooking up way… i meant… in a.. professional way. you know?” i asked trying to get my point across.

“what do you mean?” ian inquired, clearly still confused.

“i mean… its kinda my job.” i said. “i wouldn’t mind… i mean i’ve jerked off way worse guys then you.”

“USED to be your job.” ian corrected me. “and i don’t wanna take advantage of you just cause you used to be a prostitute.”

“you wouldn’t be taking advantage… im fine with it. but if you dont want me too…” i trailed off before slowly taking myself off ians lap.

“wait!” he stopped me.

grabbing my hips and pulling me back down onto his lap he looked into my eyes contently.

“you’d do this for me just this once?” he asked.

“we wouldn’t need to say anything about it ever again.” i reassured.

ian looked me up and down before slowly nodding his head and grabbing my left hand to guide it towards his sweatpants.

i gently touched his erection through his grey sweatpants and started fiddling with the waist band to pull them down.

i took his boner in my hands and leaned down slowly to wrap my lips around the tip.

ian groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.

i swirled my tounge around the tip of his hard member and started to gradually pump his cock with both hands.

“mhmm y/n that feels so good.” ian moaned.

“i told you im a professional.” i giggled before taking more of him in my mouth.

i had half of his dick down my throat while my hands rapidly pumped the other half.

i continued to speed up the movements of my hands while bobbing my head up and down.

ian had my h/c hair in a loose grip behind my head and was running his other hand up and down my back gently.

he continued to moan in pleasure as i put even more of him into my mouth.

my eyes slowly started tearing up and i felt myself gag around him as i shoved the rest of his cock into my mouth.

“good girl” ian praised while i looked up at him.

while making direct eye contact i continued to bob my head back and forth as his moans got louder and louder.

“fuck that feels good.” he groaned.

suddenly i felt ians dick twitch in my mouth and i instantly knew how close he was.

i started to bob my head even faster as tears streamed down my face.

within seconds ian was shooting his load down my throat while i quickly lapped all of the cum that had spilled out of my mouth.

“fuck.” ian muttered as i gently took him out of my mouth.

i stared at him waiting for some sort of further reaction.

“jesus christ that was amazing y/n. come here.” ian said to me while opening his arms and motioning for me to come cuddle up next to him.

i moves back onto his lap and felt his arms wrap around me protectively.

“you wanna do something fun now?” ian asked me with a raised eyebrow.

“that wasn’t fun?” i asked him cockily.

“hahaha no it definitely was. you are definitely a professional.” he responded while laughing.

“well good.” i smirked up at him proudly.

and with that ian stroked my hair once more before kissing the top of my head.

“get some more sleep y/n, ok?” he said while looking down.

“ok.” i whispered back before closing my eyes and falling asleep in his arms.

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heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3

Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.

Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.

🖇

One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”.

You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?”

He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.”

You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”

“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”

“Better?”

“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.

”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”

“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words were a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...

“Lip, I don’t need someone.”

“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-”

You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”

“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.

“That’s crazy to me.”

“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”

“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”

“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”

“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”

“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”

“Not good enough for you.”

“Something like that.”

“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”

“It's the story of my life.”

“What?”

“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.

“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.” You humor him and give a monotone laugh. “I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”

“Can we stop talking about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

🖇

You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.

“Hey!” He said a little off.

“Lip, what’s up?”

“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.

“You doing okay there?”

“Yup! Having the bez time.”

“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”

“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”

“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.

“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something.

You ask him, “What’s this about?”

“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”

“I already knew.”

“What do you mean you knew?”

“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”

“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”

“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”

“You want to be with her that badly?”

“Yeah.”

“But, it doesn't feel so good.”

“Right.”

“You know why?”

“Yeah. I just said she has-”

“I didn’t mean the family thing.”

“Then, why?”

“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”

“This is meaningful to me.”

“I meant a healthy meaningful.”

“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.

“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you, but you have to admit you're not in the best situation.”

“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”

“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”

“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”

”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”

“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.

“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.

🖇

After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer.

You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.

“I can't talk now.” He said.

You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”

“Helene. That's none of your business.”

“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.

“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.

“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”

“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”

“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”

“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I think this conversation is stupid. Now, I remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”

“You did it on purpose?”

“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”

“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with, Lip.” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”

“Lip-”

“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”

“What are you talking about?”

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.”

As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"

Hope your day got better

Part 2 Lip realizes his mistake

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Heyyy hope you’re well, I loved you fic. Your so talented. I just wanted to ask if you would do a part 2 of lip x reader where he realises reader was always there for him and he ruined everything with her and tries to go back to her. It can end however 💕

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

@bxnnywatts , @izraahh1 , and anon thanks for suggesting a part 2. I had a lot of fun writing this, and it inspired me with some great ideas!

Also, to the anon that wanted a Lip seeing reader 10 years later. I'm working on it 😊

Lip realizes his mistake

After you left Lip to fend for himself on the ground, he could only stay on the ground and reflect. He felt slightly numb as more of the alcohol from earlier kicked in. He was feeling terrible as it is, but after what happened between you two, his stomach panged. Although he was feeling pretty helpless, it was starting to get dark out, so he sat up and took out his phone. He attempted to call you, but you hung up quickly. He sighed and rose to his feet. He called and called as he made his way through the street not really searching for any particular place, but he let his feet carry him.

Lip found his way to Kev and V’s. Both of them give an alarmed look at Lip’s state. Lip lays money on the table and says, “Keep‘em coming.” V gives Kev a stern look and motion him over to Lip. Kev nods and walks over. He serves him a pint and asks, “Everything alright, bud?” Lip down ths pint in reply. “Alright then, but you seem like you started your party earlier today .“

"Well, the party’s not over, I guess.” He taps at his glass for another one, which Kev provides. V rolls her eyes at Kev and makes her way over.

“Is there something you want to talk about, Lip?”

“V, you don’t just ask a guy-”

“I am a terrible human being. I mean no wonder Helene doesn't want to be with me, but now...now, I’ve ruined it with them too…” He lays his head sideways on the bar with a frown and closed eyes. V looks over to Kev with satisfaction on her face while Kev waved her off. Lip grabs onto the pint and starts chugging it. V grabs onto him, stopping him at a little less than half and urges, “Okay. Okay! You’ve had enough.”

“Not fair. I’m not done.”

“This is all you're getting for a while.” Lip shrugs feeling the bizz hit him quickly as he was already tipsy from the drinks he’d had earlier that day.

“Why did I have to go and say that stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“Like like-I have to take a piss.”

“Huh?” He stands up and repeats, “I have to take a piss. You-" He points accusingly to his pint glass. V caught off guard by the action. Lip goes forward and stumbles before he points once more to his glass to say, "Stay." As Lip goes into the bathroom, V can only state, “I’m worried about that child.”

Lip is quick to do his business and is on his way out until he finds himself in the mirror. He had to agree that he didn’t look like himself. He ran his hand over his face before he washed his face in aggravation. He looks to himself, but all he can see is you yelling, “You’re the worst! You don’t deserve anyone, so you certainly don’t deserve me! I’ve been there for you always! Always! How could you throw me away like nothing?! I should’ve thrown you away a long time ago! You're projecting, you're pathetic!” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “You hate me…” He looks up in hopes to see you again; however, he is only met with his own reflection and wanting nothing more than to see you again. Reality setting in that he may get the reality of not seeing you in front of him again.

With that fear, he rushes forward out of the bathroom knocking into someone’s shoulder, which causes him to fall over head first onto the ground. Everyone becomes alarmed, but Kev and V rush over. Quietly, Lip says, “I hate me too."

"Wha?" Kev asks.

"They didn't say they hated me when we talked but they should have because I mean what kind of person let alone a best friend would-Can’t lose them. I have to go to the-” V interrupts him to ask, “Hun, are you okay?”

“I can’t let them go...especially not like this.” Lip tries to get up, but Kev restraints him with the soothing words of, “Yeah, yeah, you can do that later. Right now, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I have to-Y/N-” Lip can’t resist Kev's restraint anymore than he can act like nothing happened.

Kev and V walk into the Gallagher’s house much to Fiona’s discontent. As Kev leaves Lip to sleep it off, V fills in Fiona as best she can about what happened at the bar. Fiona thanked them before going to check on Lip. He didn’t seem like he’d wake up anytime soon. She grabbed his phone for some kind of clue and saw all of the calls he’d made to you. She narrowed her eyes to the cell in her hand unsure of what could happen between you two and wastes no time in dialing you on her cell. You didn’t dare to answer her and turned your phone off. Since you weren't on good terms with Lip, you couldn’t risk another Gallagher's persuasion, so you did your best to sleep that late night.

In the morning, Lip was woken up by Ian stomping into the shared room and dropping a huge box carelessly into his lap.

“Uhmm, ow!” Lip groaned.

“Yeah. Boo hoo you and your bo bo.” Lip starts looking into the box. At first, he was unsure of the items in front of him, but he made out movie tickets, restaurant receipts, a few notes. It wasn’t until he saw a few polaroid's and photo booth pictures of him and you that he understood what the box was.

“Wha-Where did you get all this?” Ian lays a hand on his hip in reply. Lip rolls his eyes at his brother and asks, “Are you trying to tell me you have an obsession with me and Y/N?” Ian grabs the pillow on the bed and slaps Lip with it. “Why are you hitting me so much today?”

“Lip, you are an idiot!”

“What for?!”

“Jesus, this box belongs to Y/N. They kept everything between you two, like ever.” Lip looks down and remembers the last words you two exchanged.

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Colleen was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!..I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.”

He looks to Ian and asks, “Why do you have this?” Possible answers running through his head but none of them sounding like the truth to at least not truths he wants realized.

“I found it...in the alley.” Lip sighs deeply. His heart felt like it was being wringed out. In all the years you’ve known him you always had a certain gentle touch to him. Always trying to keep from adding to his sufferings. I was something special he found in you unlike everyone else he’s ever met.

He’s taken from his thoughts by Ian asking, “What even happened between you two? They wouldn't let me in their house much less tell me what happened. I got so desperate that I was gonna try the back door when I saw the box.. Fiona mentioned that something happened between you two bu-”

”Fiona? What does she know?”

“Lip, catch up, no one knows what went down. We’d all like to know though…”

“We-uh-” Lip wipes at his drippy eyes. “We had a dispute.” He said simply and rose to his feat trying to get changed for the day. He kept his back in Ian’s view as he tried to internalize and bottle up the peering emotions.

“I figured. Are you gonna tell me about what-” Lip turned around swiftly and roared, “No!” Ian got up close to Lip and hollered, “Don’t go yelling at me! Fix your shit between the two of you!...They are my best friend too, and I know they’re hurting right now…” Lip sofens and flumps onto the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head.

“Ian, I know I hurt them. I always seem to...When they are nothing but there for me, god I really messed up. I wish-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good stuff.” Ian picks Lip up from the bed. “While it’s fresh, don’t tell me, tell them.” Lip nods vigorously. He hurriedly gets on his shoes and makes his way out the door with the box of mementos in hand.

You’d gotten up that morning feeling just all sorts of terrible. You’d hardly gotten any sleep. Your eyes are all puffy and slightly sore from rubbing at them. You hadn’t eaten in hours, maybe in a day by now. You were awakened by Ian at your door, but you shied him away quickly. Thinking you could move on with you day was too optimistic as you heard a gentle knock on your door followed by the words, “Delivery!” The words coming out abnormally squeaky, so you knew something was up. You look through the peephole cautiously and see Lip. You try to figure out if you should say anything: tell him to leave, tell him you need time, tell him he really hurt you, play along with his charade; however, you're not allowed a choice when your phone goes off, your hands flounder for it in order to get it off. The caller being none other than Lip. You curse under your breath. Lip’s voice calls out on the other side of the door. “I know your home. Please let me talk to you…” Your tears falling out all over again.

“I-” Your voice running dry. You clear your throat and strongly say, “Go the fuck away! I don’t need this right now!”

“But, Y/N-”

“No! Fucking go! You cared at all about me, you’ll leave me the fuck alone!” He stumbled back drunk in shock of the words. Lip wanted to bust down the door to just hug you, or go off and drink until he passed out again. He just wanted anything other than this reality.

“I do care! I’m sorry If I hadn’t made that known...I should’ve.

You ask, “Are you drunk again?!” He sighs thinking of all the times he’d had to ask others that question that impulsively he answered, “No!” He cursed himself for it and replied once more softer, “No, I’m not.”

“Lip, that’s great in all, but you need help.” Lip’s lip trembles. He attempts to halt the rumble with his teeth, which was futile. You could hear it in his voice for his next words, “I know...You made it very clear to me that I needed help when you disappeared...Yes, it was only for about a day, but I need you to understand something.”

“There’s nothing else to say. I understand.” Lip narrows his eyes and asks, “You do?” You nod although he can’t see you and explain, “We’ve been friends for a long...long time…” Lip smiles hopeful of the response to come; however, it is short lived as you follow up with, “and it’s time to branch out. I mean you have college, different needs, different friends, so...ummm...if you came out of guilt, I’ll just leave you with no-” You clench at your heart as it clenches. It physically was starting to hurt you, but you managed the last few words, “no hard feelings.” Lip pounded at the door once, which made you flinch back.

“No hard feelings? No, no, Y/N?...Y/N that’s not how I feel at all. What I said to you, it was wrong for one thing but also far from the truth. I told you some of the biggest lies when we spoke-Look, I’m horrible. I admit it, and I wouldn’t blame you if you thought so too. I just can’t have you thinking any of this is on you. I can’t have that no matter how this turns out between us...Making you feel like this isn't even my only crime against you-” You heard him shudder on the other end of the door. You walked forward gently but stopped short. You find yourself and open the door. Your face is only reading sullen. Lip’s about to move forward, but the pain he reads in you stops him. Tears pour from your eyes, and you continue to say, “What did you expect?! You choose some woman that’s hurt you so many times it seems over your supposed best friend! I have been there for you! I do not deserve this treatment! I deserve better! You don’t get that, and I don’t think you ever will…I could chalk it up to your drama and being too damaged, but honestly, Lip it's your own damn fault...Years together, and you can’t see what you have right in front of you. Goodbye. Hope things work out for you...” You see how he hangs his head low and begins to sob. You hadn't decided exactly what you’d do with Lip. Glassy oceans meet your gaze. He reaches out and pulls you into a hug that you're not prepared for. His body started to shake against you. He mutters, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” over and over, at least that's what it sounded like at points. When his voice wasn’t cracking, he sounded like wind was knocked out from crying so hard. You wanted to hold him too and feel comfort. History told you that making this too easy on him was what you got you here in the first place. Reluctantly, with effort, you remove yourself from him. The pain in his eyes glossed in at the action.

“Hate you?!” You scoff. “I don’t-”

"You don't understand..." You sob out because this was all just so hard on you, which in turn was making it hard on him. He moves slowly forward and cradles your head gently and ends up resting his thumb on your cheek to wipe tears away.

"I know I don't understand what you feel, but I know what I was doing wrong now. I know how I've been hurting you." He breathed out trying his best to calm himself down. He bites at his lip. “My biggest crimes-” He clears her throat. “Taking you for granted. You know, I don’t always thank you for the things you do, especially not lately. I-I haven’t been on your side even when you’ve always been on mine.” He smiles softly. “It’s something I should of really seen before, but like you said, I’m people stupid. I just really want you to know that your not only the best friend I could ask for but the best person...I want you to know that even if you hate me now-”

“No, please just say it. I don’t want you to hold back.”

“Lip, I have hated how you’ve been lately, but hating you, now that’s too easy, so I don’t...”

“Really?” He whimpered.

“Really. I mean I was just at threshold, but I can’t hate you...I did really hate what you said to be though...I mean years of friendship-”

“I-I know. I said it because I was hurting. That wasn’t right.”

“I know you hurt, but I’ve only ever wanted to hurt together rather than leave you alone. That being said, I’m not sure where I want us to go from here…”

“Whatever you wa-”

“I’d really like you to sell to me why we should still have any kind of relationship. There are a lot of things you did, and I feel you care just-”

“I wish is acknowledges some things you do that I notice that I don’t flat out say that mean so much: making sure I eat in the sneaky ways you do like boasting it's so good or making “extra”, making sure I’m not cold-just you know caring for me in little ways..,” Your heart quickened at his confession. You didn’t think he’d noticed or cared. “I didn’t value our relationship like I should have. I will if you let me. One of the biggest things is I should've let you know how much I-I should've let you know how much I...I love you.” You swallowed at the words. While you knew he did care, you knew love was touchy for him, and he’d never said it to you. “I love you, Y/N.” You hugged onto him uttering against his shoulder, “That’ll do it.” You both laughed out loud. Lip held you tightly like you’d slip away, and he let out groans of relief. “Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, so relieved.”

“Me too.” You both stare at each other with smiles on your faces. He wipes at the dried and wet tears and states, “I’m really sorry that I made you cry.”

“Let’s call it even.” You wipe his face with your sleeve with a smile.

“There’s a smile.”

“Well, you caused it, and uhhh...Look, all the self loathing, you gotta work on that...and the drinking I’ll be here to help with that too bec-'' He gave you an expression of doe eyes before he leaned forward meeting his lips to your in which you returned. “Is that part of showing me you care?”

“Yeah. Something like that, but it’s a gesture to show I do love you. I should’ve done this sooner.”

“What about your pro-”

“No one compares to you. I now see that. So, permission to kiss you again.”

“Maybe after some food. I’m starving.”

“Fair enough. Where do I put this box?”

“Where did you get that?”

“Ian.”

“Ian?”

“I can’t believe you kept all this. Also, I’m embarrassed I didn’t make one myself.”

“You don’t think it’s kiddish?”

“No. It’s sweet.” He kisses your forehead.

“Wow, you're really sweet too. People's skills are already better.”

“I don’t know if I’m really less people stupid, but I know I’m less clueless about you. I’d like to become a Y/N expert.”

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”We’re gonna watch a scary movie. If that's cool with everybody?” Lip stated, and everyone agrees and manages to find a place to sit.

Ian and Mandy sit next to each other on the coach along with Carl and Debbie while Lip and you sit on the floor. Quickly, as you land on the ground, you rush to grab a blanket and use it to cover your whole body with only your head poking out, which makes Lip laugh at you.

You look over to him and ask, ”What?” The last of his laughs finishes, and he responds with, ”What are you doing? It’s hot tonight, yet you're covering yourself in the blanket.”

You let a small snicker and nudge him before saying, “Lip, I thought you were smart. Clearly, I need the blanket to protect as we watch this scary movie on the ground where it's easy for us to get taken. Did I mention we were on the unsafe ground?”

He shakes his head playfully at you and states, “I didn’t know you were such a scaredy cat.”

“I’m not. It's just logic.”

He scratched his head and laughed dead at your face, so you nudged him and told him, ”Stop laughing!“ He moved in a little closer, so his shoulder was touching yours and challenged you by saying, ”Or what?” 

“This.” You punched Lip a few times; then, he quickly gave in and put his hands up in surrender; then, he asked, “Why do you hit so hard?”

“I just do. By the way, watch out for me because I didn’t use all my strength.” 

“I guess I shouldn't mess with you.” Lip says getting close to your face.

”Damn right.“ You respond and move away from his face. Lip is about to keep it going when Carl interrupts, ”Shh! The movies is starting.” While the movie plays, they all scream here and there.

In the end, Debbie had already been gone at half the movie; however,  Carl and Mandy ended up asleep. Thus, Lip had to take Carl to his room while Ian took Mandy to his bed to call it a night. 

You were cleaning up the mess you’d all made pretty quickly and were about to set up the couch to sleep on when Lip came back down to with a confused expression. He stopped your movements with a touch of his hand and he asked, “What are you doing?”

You answer, ”Setting up a place to sleep.”

He shook his head seriously at you and said, “No. You can't sleep there.” 

“Why?” 

“I'm sure Frank will be here soon, and he will probably end up there so you know it would be weird if you slept there and you don’t know what's happened here.” 

“Say no more. Where will I sleep then? I’m surprised I didn’t think of this sooner. Like your house is pretty big, but there’s so many people here.”

“I’ll show you.” He simply said. He latched onto your hand now, but you tried not to think anything of it and let him pull you along. He walked you upstairs and led you to his shared room. He stopped at his bunk. He looked up to it; then, he gave you a bright smile. You looked to his bed than at him. You shook your head and said, “No.” 

”You'll sleep with me.” You let go of his hand and tried to make out a response. As you fail to do so, he gives you a soft smile before he puts a hand on your shoulder and tells you, “Hey look, it won't be weird if you don’t make it.”

You give in with an of answer, “Fine.”, and you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

While you were in the bathroom, Lip runs to brush his teeth downstairs. He takes a look at himself and downs some mouthwash. He rushes back upstairs. He felt hot, so he decided to take off his shirt; also, he did want to show off a bit for you.

While things with Karen wre complicated, he had to admit you had an effect on him, and he wanted to be closer to you. At the time, he’d hoped he could attract you with his body since his behavior and actions weren't cutting it.

You come back to see a sleeping Mandy, Ian, and a shirtless Lip. You can't help looking a little too long, which Lip liked. He smirks at you and asks, “Ready for bed?” 

“Yeah. Whatever.”

You brush off the butterflies and go up the bed first with Lip followed after turning off the lights. You weren’t used to facing the wall, so it left you and Lip face to face.

In order to distract yourself a bit, you took out your phone to set an alarm. After you put your phone down, your eyes immediately meet his face to see him smiling at you.

You ask him, “What?”

He shrugs and responds, “I don't know I like looking at you.”

As you think he’s joking or just saying, you answer, ”Okay then.“

You were going to leave at that and sleep when he put a hand on your arm and told you, “Hey I'm serious.“

As Lip finds himself moving a strand of hair from your face, he consciously left his hand on your cheek. He looked at you like you in an adoring way you’d never seen.

Despite protesting his advances before, in the moment, when he leaned in, you wanted to kiss him just as much as he wanted to kiss you. You don’t let out another thought and just think about what you feel. You feel like you want his lips on yours.

Finally, your lips meet, and you devour each other's lips. His want for you is evident. Then, all the restraint you put behind a dam had burst. When you pull away, you're both breathless, but Lip manages the word,  “Wow.”

Processing your actions, you can only ask, ”What did we just do?” 

“Make out obviously. I think you were there.” You shoved him slightly gently, which made him say, ”Ow.” 

“Why would you-” 

“Because I wanted to.” 

“You can't be doing that. You’re with Karen, and that's not changing.” 

“Me and Karen are not together. You’re single so there is nothing wrong on your part.” 

“It's not right.” 

“So?” He lays a small kiss on your neck that spreads heat everywhere and renders you motionless to overwhelming and welcomes affliction. With every next word, he continues to kiss along your neck. “Why. does. everything. have. to. be. Right?”

With his intense gaze weakening your resolve, you shut your eyes and sigh before stating, ”Stop that.”

“But, you're enjoying it.” Even with your eyes closed, you could tell he was smiling with the beautiful smile he had, which was tempting you. 

“That's not the point. I've already made myself clear.”

You go to get up, but Lip gets on top of you and says, ”Y/N...You don’t have to be so technical all the time. Just feel. I want you.” 

“No.” Your shoulder was slightly exposed, so he took the chance to lay a few chase kisses before tempting and saying, “Yes.” 

“No?” He kisses your lips again, and you didn’t have any more strength to fight your feelings.

While things were getting more heated, your phone took away from it as it rang. You looked to see that it was your dad on the phone. You curse under your breath, considering you didn’t ask to sleep over, and they weren’t supposed to be home. You answer it and say, “Hey dad.” 

“We’re coming home early. We’ll see you soon.” 

“How soon?” 

“We’re in the traffic near downtown, so maybe 30 minutes or 1 hour.” You hang up.

”Shit. My folks are coming home.” You get up.

”Where are you going?” 

“Home. Obviously.” You leave to go get your stuff, and Lip follows.

”At least let me drive you.” He takes Steve's keys. 

“Fine.” You go out into the car, and you bounce your leg like crazy during the drive. Lip puts a hand on your thigh and tells you, ”I’ll get you home, don’t worry.” 

“Just drop me off, and I’ll get home. Thank you, Lip.” You go to get out when he says, “No. I have to make sure you get inside.” 

“Li-” You look to the location on your phone to see them very close.

As Lip finishes parking, you quickly get your keys inside, and you drag Lip inside. You lock the door and rush upstairs with Lip behind you.

You could hear the car lock and knew they’d come check on you. ”Where can I hide you? He’ll come in here first.” You hear the door close downstairs. ”Shit. Get in the covers.”

You throw one of the pillows to the floor, and you snuggle with Lip. You hear the door open. Lip could hear and feel how scared your heart was as he laid on your chest. Whoever came in seemed to come in really quick and leave. You let out a sigh of relief and wait a while until you could hear them downstairs. Finally, you sit up and detangle yourself.

“That was terrifying.”

“What’s the worst that could have happened?”

“Who knows?” 

“You don’t get out much do you?”

“Not like this. Now, you have to go.” 

“Do I really have to?” He comes up to you and holds your hands. You shake your hands away from him and open the window. You give him a nod to the window and tell him, “Go. My roof leads to the other roof, and it leads to the garbage can, and lastly the drawer.”

“Fine.”

“Thank you.“

He smiled at you and commented, “I think I’ll have to use this route again.”

You couldn’t help responding with a smile and laugh. You move in closer as he actually goes out the window to make sure he’s okay.

With you being so close, he turned around toward you and expressed, ”Wait. One more thing.”

You give him a confused look, but you wait nonetheless. You watch as one of his hands holds onto the window ledge, so you were surprised when he suddenly pulls you gently by the neck to kiss you. You move back, despite the content of the moment. You throw a shoe toward him, which makes him fall on the roof. You hear him say, “Fuck,” in a surprisingly upbeat tone. You stick your head out to see if he was okay, and he stood there with a smile. ”Fuck.” You shake your head at him and reveal in the feeling only he seemed to provoke from you.

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Lip Gallagher Imagine/Preference when you wear makeup for someone else, and he has feelings for you.

I know I haven’t been posting as much. I just started working and doing school at the same time. It’s a little difficult, but I’m working on it. Also, I’m working on multiple pieces, and I will try to write for more fandoms. I have some on the way, but for now, I have this Lip one. I hope you enjoy this Lip post. It’s a bit sweet and angsty. I’ve loved Shameless for a while. Any criticisms are welcomed as always.

Only background needed is that Lip and you are pretty close friends, and you were almost together. However, while things were complicated, you’re relationship suffered a bit, so you both got hurt a lot. Now, you guys are just friends, but you hold a place in Lip’s heart. 

As you were getting ready for a date, a knock came to your apartment door. You walked over to the door to look into your peep hole to see Lip. You let out a small huff before reluctantly opening the door. Lip walked right in without giving you so much as a glance.

You give him a look and say, “What’s up? I told you I had a date today. Why are you here?“ 

He turns around to meet your eyes; however, his eyes quickly travel to the rest of your face. After reviewing your face, he can't help snicker before responding, “What’s up with me? What’s up with your face? What are you wearing all of that for?” He steps forward with a teasing index finger.

You slap his hand away as it’s about to touch you and answer, “I’m trying to look nice.” 

“You failed in the face department,'' He said as he gestured to your face. You dart over to the mirror with a gasp leaving your lips as you begin to look over the work you'd done.

While not being too sure where the issue was, you couldn't help needing to know what he was talking about and asked, “Why? Is it not blended enough? Colors are off?” 

“Everything is wrong.”

“You can't be serious. It took me forever to do. Stop messing with me. It's not funny.”

“I’m not messing with you. If the goal was to make an improvement, mission failed.”

“Lip-Are you going to tell me or not? My date will be here soon. Suddenly, he states, “It’s ridiculous.”

You look over to him and ask, “What is?”

“You’re makeup. Not that you did parts of it wrong or whatever, but you don’t need it. You failed in trying to look better because I think you look best all natural.”

“Lip, that’s sweet and all, but-”

Lip takes a step forward and puts a hand on your hand. He meets your eyes, and he tells you sincerely, “You can’t ask me to tell you that you’ve improved, especially not when you did all this for someone besides yourself.”

He recognized the hold he had on you; however, he could also see the hurt reflect in your eyes from the times he’d should’ve done better. You never dated but he knows you could've if it hadn't been for his way of love. Since he hurt you, you were reluctant in his affection as you pulled away from him, which he understood.

You sighed before trying to protest; however, your phone buzzing interrupted with a message from him.

As you read the illuminated screen, you just stated, “They aren’t coming…”

You slumped down a bit and walked past him towards your dresser for a change of clothes. Lip stood unsure with what to do with himself. Well, that’s actually a lie, he held the words close to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to utter them. Instead, he said, “He’s an idiot.”

You responded with, “I’m gonna change. Be right back…”

“I’m staying…” You didn’t respond and simply made your way over to the bathroom to change. As you closed the door, he found himself saying, “I’m serious about what I said.”

When you came out, you got a blanket to drape over yourself and conceal almost your whole body. Then, you turned on the tv and sat on your bed. When Lip walked over to sit next to you, he expressed concern about your still painted face, so he said, “You’re not taking the makeup off? I just poured my soul to you about it.”

”I will...later. I spent hours learning how to do it. I’m going to wear it a little longer.”

He left it at that, but would be lying if he said he didn’t think you were upset. You two watched movies and munched on food for a while until sleep found you.

He rose from his position next to you before he got up to lower the tv’s volume, put the food away, and gathered supplies to clean your face with. He took a makeup wipe and did his best to remove the make up with a gentle touch. Then, he grabbed a wet towel to barely graze your skin with, and he found himself entranced with every detail on your face.

When he realized his behavior, he wrapped up the clean up. He had the thought to leave, but he really didn’t want to. Instead, he laid next to you. Lip leaned against his arm to stare for a second. Instinctively, he laid a hand on your face. He especially loved the peaceful look on your face, which left him mesmerized. 

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carl gallagher x reader

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It was late at night that you were waiting for Carl to get back from his shenanigans.

Everyone went off to bed not minding you as usual. You were on the table, sat down in front of the tv as you put popcorn in your mouth. As the door clicked, your mouth quivered into a smile;it quickly fell from your face as it wasn’t Carl but Frank. You looked back to the tv not paying any mind to him when he snatched the popcorn out of your hands and made not only a mess, but he made the table wobble. You stood up exclaiming, “Hey!” Frank laughed drunkenly and plopped on the couch behind you as he commented back, “These kernels were-“ he smooched the tip of his finger and finished saying, “microwaved to perfection.” He smirked and gave a playful wink. Your face scrunched up, and you made your way over to the kitchen quietly and opened the fridge. You heard Frank's stomps near and peered over the fridge door. He was standing right in front of the door with a loopy smile and commented, “Sweetheart, you're glowing.”

“I think that’s just the refrigerator and the alcohol talking.” You feel too disgusted by the comment to get something to eat from the fridge, and you walk over to the sink to get a cup of water. Frank nears, and you immediately hold your arm up for some separation.

“Playing hard to get? That only makes guys want more, you know. You're young so you don’t know it yet, so let me be the first. Also, let me tell you one other thing…” Frank strided forward, and it left the sink preventing you from getting any more space; suddenly, you're scared until your hand touches the knife head on, and you wince. “Beautiful.” With those words, you shoved Frank back and took hold of the knife the right way this time. Frank backed away and held his hands up playfully and said, “Alright. I can take a hint. You just want a little space.” He smiles with closed eyes.

You can’t believe that he has the audacity to say more when you yell, “More like a lot of space. Back the hell back!”

“Shhh! People are sleeping. You need to relax.”

The door opens, and it looks bad. You stand on guard with Frank smiling towards you. Carl only needed one second to recognize the situation before he charged forward and tackles Frank.

He shouts, “Hell nah!”

He starts throwing fists anywhere and everywhere that he can reach at full force. You stand in place until you drop the knife and rush forward to get Carl to calm. You gave him something of a back hug, but your arms were on his shoulder crossed on his chest. He stilled after feeling and seeing the blood on your hands. He shoved Frank down roughly before easing to his feet and turning towards you.

He cooed, “Baby, let me see.”

One hand tugged you in by the clothes to be against him as he led you farther from Frank and into the living room. You felt him breathe harshly as his chest rose and sank in rapidly. You used your free hand to rub his shoulder.

Some of the siblings had roused from slumber. Some took a glance and walked off. Others gave it a second before accepting it and going upstairs. However, Carl paid no mind, and you were his only concern.

You tried to reassure, “Carl, I'm fine.”

“No. I'm so sorry.”

“What? You didn’t do it.”

“But-“

“Nope. By that knowledge, these-“ You caressed his hand with your uninjured hand since he wouldn’t release the injured one and continued, “would it be my fault?”

“It’s -“

“Not. Exactly.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“No.” He started breathing harshly again, and you pulled him into a hug. His face barred itself into the crook of your neck, and you nuzzled into his shoulder. He left a small kiss on your neck. You couldn't help smiling at the action. He pulled you into him and led you upstairs. He had you sit on the edge of the tub before he searched frantically for first aid. As he pulled it out, you stood up and washed your hand even with Carl’s eyes protesting. You shushed him softly and said, “I can clean it at least.” He nodded. He helped you sit down against despite you having no troubles. He treated you as if you’ll break from one wrong move. He was sweating roughly, and you wiped at his brow with the sleeve of your uninjured hand. He moved away with a smile and joked, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“You already are.” You smiled. He starts bandaging your hands, and his hands start to shake as he admits, “I should kill him.” You hugged him after he finished and hugged him close. His head goes into your stomach and you say, “Everything’s okay.” He lifts his head and purses his lips at you. “What?”

He whined slightly, “You know.” You smiled and kissed his lips cuddling like that for a good while.

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Lip Gallagher meeting again after 10 years apart?

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You are wandering down the familiar streets of Chicago. You’d been gone about 10 years now. You’d never had much thought to actually go back from where you were, but Fiona and Ian convinced you otherwise. I mean you did miss the dysfunctional Gallagher's. You couldn’t lie about that fact. You were going to meet with them after you had a small date with someone that Fiona set you up with arguing supposedly, “You deserve someone.”

You were sitting around at a dinner when the person you were supposed to be on a date with shows up. You were having a decent time so far. Small chit chat being exchanged. Hobbies, career, hopes, dreams all that blah. Suddenly, you saw a familiar face walk inside. It was none other than Lip. Your mind drifts to the last time you saw him as you stare down at your drink.

You and Lip have been dating for a little bit. You’d already been intimate a few times now. Kisses weren’t your thing per say, but he would hold your hand. He was still getting used to the whole healthy-ish relationship thing. You didn't want to put too much pressure on him because at this time he was still struggling with drinking and stealing. He was doing it less and less with you around, but it still worried you constantly. You felt like you had to be around all the time.

Things were going well until you got the letter. You looked into your mail one day to see a letter from your dream (whatever, career, job, place etc.) You looked down at the paper in surprise reading it over and over again. You were filled with joy until the realization that it would change the current Lip dynamic set in. You couldn’t tell him yet. You had to decide if you wanted to go before putting him through the ringer. Change wasn’t what you needed to come between you two when you both were doing so good so far..so far could only last so long.

With that decision, it was processed for about a week, almost coming to a decision. Of course, that couldn’t go well when Lip was searching for something in your drawers and coming across your letter. You were in the kitchen unaware as Lip read on.

Lip instantly knew he didn’t want things to change; however, when he looked at the date on the letter, he knew it had now been awhile of you kept this from him. His mind going pessimistic. Thinking you didn’t want to stay with him. Then, he thought even worse...That he would be keeping you from this. Either way he was upset.

He walked into the kitchen and leaned on the opening of where the door should be. You noticed after him having not moved an inch. You look over and see the letter in his hand. Immediately hands earthquake. You mumbled out, “Lip…I-”

“What the fuck is this?” He didn’t scream, but there was a dark tone in his voice. His hand that held the letter was pulled up to cover his face for a second since he was trying to keep calm.

“It’s a letter to (wherever).”

“You weren’t going to say anything?”

“I was. I just wanted to decide on it before bringing it up. I mean if I decided I didn’t want to go, it wouldn’t have been a big deal-”

“You wouldn't have told me.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I would have because it would just cause problems.”

“You wanted to hide it to spare me?”

“What?”

“You don’t have to walk on eggshells. You believe that little of me?”

“Lip, No.”

“You’re gonna leave me! I see you watching me all the time! You’ve had enough, huh?!”

“How can you say I’ve had enough of-I’m trying to avoid and leaving! I don’t want us to leave each other! Lip, I lov-” He held his hand up. You two had never uttered the words love although already really knowing you both were there. If you said it, he knew he wouldn’t let you go. He couldn’t keep from you, but honestly the thought of you keeping this from him and watching him hurt more than that fact that he screamed out, “Go!”

“Lip-”

“No. I mean clearly it’s what you were going to decide if you had thought about it this long. Be honest, you were just trying to find a way to break it to me. You think I need you around all the time? You are trying to make sure I don’t screw up. Like a child.”

“Stop! I am not nor have I ever thought of you as a child. Do I watch over you? Yes, someone has to. I know you never really had it like that. I’m just taking care of-” Lip slammed the paper down on the table making the table wobble. You stepped back from Lip as he spoke, “Oh! Please. You’ve been lying since we started this relationship.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re holding onto me until you find something better. Well, that something is here,s o fucking go.” He said it lowly.

“Fuck you, Lip! I can’t even beil-You know what?! No! I can believe it! I just believed in you too much.”

“Wow! You finally fucking admit it. I’m not worth it. I never was. So, this is on you! You tried to make me something I’m not!”

“What?! I tried to make you healthy! I wanted you to actually use your smarts for good things! Not stealing! Not drinking! I wasn’t changing you! I wasn't helping you with the problem you know you have! That’s my bad!”

“You were trying to change me.”

“I did no-”

“Leave. I don’t want you here.”

“You know what? It doesn't even matter. I can already tell that you're in the I am not listening to a word you are saying, mood. I’m done. I’ll leave you with this...The only thing that kept me here was you, and that’s no longer true.”

You were trying not to look over at him and almost wanted to hide and run out of the place. Your teenage heart attempting to break free. The teenage heart that would stick to Lip’s side in every sense of that statement. You’d hold yourself back and focus on your date. As you remembered those feelings, you shut it down. You couldn’t go back to that. You worked so hard to get where you were. You’d grown and found more self worth and knew what you deserved.

You looked back to your date trying to enjoy your time. Your date was taking a phone call when you felt eyes on you. You knew you’d curse yourself looking up, but you couldn’t help yourself and met his eyes. Instant regret found you.

Looking away, you grab your phone not really interested in the screen as you process what you saw to be Lip sitting with someone too. A someone that was all over his arm.

Lip didn't register seeing you until he looked again curious. Then, as you look back over to your date wrapping up his call and try to hone in on what you two are talking about, you don’t notice Lip nervously shake his hands before telling his date something and leaving their booth.

Sure enough, he presenting himself in front of your table before you knew it. He immediately asks, “Can we talk?” Your date quirks up and asks, “This a friend of yours?” You give a shy smile as you try to decide what to say.

Lip doesn't let the question waste as he holds out his hand and answers, “Very best friend.”

Your date takes the hand. You could tell your date was cut off guard, but they went on easy asking, “Anything I should know about this one?”

Lip gave a stern look until you forced out a laugh to ease tension, and he forced a smile; however, quickly, Lip smiled wide and genuine, which confused you, at first. Lip responds to you date, “Oh. Things to know about, “Y/N. I could go on and on. Why don’t I just join you?” Your eyes went wide while your date laughed.

“Lip, I think your observation skills have failed you if you don’t realize by now that I am on a date.” You smile over to your date. Lip responds with, “Observation skills are up to par. Just don’t care.” He smiles before grabbing at your wrist and dragging you away. With a forced smile, you manage to utter, “I’ll be right back.” to your date.

As soon as you are out of view, you elbow Lip in the stomach hard enough that he let's go of your wrist. He groaned in pain. The first words you spat out are, “What the fuck Lip?! Second of all, that hurt!” You grasp at your wrist.

“I’m sorry.”

“You aren't.”

“I am. I don’t mean to hurt you…”

“But, you do. Every fucking time...Lip, how long do you have to put me through this dance? It’s the same shit every time, yet we always end up right back here. Do you enjoy putting me through this?! Because it’s starting to fucking look like that's the case. I’m on my way to moving on-”

“Don’t.”

“Lip, you-” He leans in to kiss you on the cheek.

“I know I don’t deserve it all that much by now. Maybe I did before, but I know my actions have changed your view…I’m sorry for all of it...But, I do want to be with you. I’m still just as scared shitless of you as before, but-but-I mean fuck it. I want to be with you. Hold you, kiss, and love you…”

“You don’t-don’t-Are you being for serious?” He laughed at the odd sequence of words together.

“I am being for serious.”

"I-"

"We can take it slow. We can do whatever you want." He reached forward. His hand finding your arm. With his thumb, he softly nuzzled his thumb back and forth on it. You look down at the action; when you looked back up, you were met with teary eyes. "I made the biggest mistake letting-making you leave...In some dumb logic, I thought it was better for us both, and I got upset that day…”

“Yeah. Dumb logic.”

“Treating you the way I did was...for granted and wrong...I promised myself if I ever saw you again that I wouldn-couldn't, let you go again." You shake your head at him at a loss for words. His eyes almost puppy-like as he asks, "Is that a no?"

"No, it's not a no." He tilts his head to the side with pouty lips in confusion. "I shake my head at the fact that it took you ten years." You smiled up at him, and he pulled you into a strong hug. You smiled happily with him. He nuzzled his head into your head and said, “It only took me ten years. I love you.” He laughed with you. Suddenly, him and you were going to take this who knows where, but you didn’t care because you were together...finally.

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The Stupid Little Things - Part 21/? - Carl Gallagher x Reader

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Y/N’s P.O.V

“Y/N! I love you!”

It was those three words. Those three words that I’d been waiting far too long for. Those three words that made me weak at the knees, because in that moment I knew, I knew that he meant them.

And after that there was nothing I could do but forgive him.

 ///

Carl’s P.O.V

I knew something was wrong with her that day, even when she refused to tell me. When I kissed her in the hallway she kissed me back with so much fucking anger and desperation that I knew was nothing to do with me. When she flipped and turned cold on me there was an odd emotion behind her eyes that I’d only seen a handful of times and it scared me shitless. When I told her I loved her she hugged me so tightly I thought she was going to cut my circulation off, she wouldn’t fucking let go of me, I thought she was going to crush me. I was worried because here’s the thing with me and Y/N, I’ll never have a fucking clue what she’s thinking, but she can’t hide her emotions from me.

 Sure enough, a few hours after I saw her last my phone lit up. I’d walked her home and she insisted I left almost immediately, she was scared to fucking death that her parents would come back while I was still there. She wouldn’t stop pacing , refusing to sit, refusing to stop.

“Come back to mine,” I said “That way you can stop fucking walking up and down all the time. You could that thing that normal fucking people. It’s called relaxing.”

She shot me a look that was completely unreadable.

“The schools going to call about me skipping all the time. I need to prepare myself. They’re gonna go fucking beserk” She was picking at a piece of cotton on her shirt and I gulped.

“It can’t be that bad?” She shot me the evil eyes.

“Shit,” I corrected “Maybe it can,”

“Everything that goes wrong is my fault lately,” she said, finally sitting down, but if anything she seemed even more fucking agitated.

“This is my fault isn’t it” I said, trying to sit down next to her.

“No.” she said glumly “No it’s not.” “Bullshit. I’m a bad influence and you know it. I’m the one getting you into shit. Maybe Alex is fucking right, maybe you should be w-“

She stopped me by pushing her finger to my mouth.

“You speak too much Gallagher,” she said and cocked her head to the side. She looked fucking adorable yes, but also scared. For the first time I realised it wasn’t me she was scared of, all this time I’d spent thinking it was me and I’d fucking figured it out. Whatever she was petrified of wasn’t me.  

I kissed her cheek and she smiled weakly

“You need to go Carl, they’ll be here soon,”

“Five more minutes,” I said trying to snuggle up to her arm, making her laugh as she tried to shrug me off.

“Now Carl!” she said, but her grin was almost back so I felt a tiny bit fucking better.

“Fine, fine!” I said, jumping up and brushing my clothes down “We can have crazy kinky sex another time”

She looked at me as though I’d just pushed Lip off of a cliff.

“Relax,” I laughed “I’m fucking joking”

She smiled and walked to the door with me, leaning against the door frame as I left

“I do love you Carl. You know that right?” she said softly and her eyes widened with a hint of fear

“I know” I said and blinked at her “And I fucking love you too”

She smiled so I grinned as wide as humanly possibly, teeth, gums and all that fucking jazz

“Peace out asswipe.” I shouted flipping her off as I ran away, watching her giggle in the doorway.

 ///

But as soon as I got home my phone rang, Y/N’s name lighting up the home screen.

I answered.

 It took everything I had not to swear and scream down my side of the fucking line. I could’ve killed them, I could’ve strangled them with my bare hands hearing her try to sob quietly down the line. I could’ve have killed them. My hands were in tight fucking fists as I tried to keep my voice steady. I had to calm. For Y/N’s fucking sake.

“Get your shit,” I said “You’re not living there anymore.”

I heard her squeak a reply.

“I’m gonna get Lip to pick you up. If I get anywhere near that fucking house I’ll knock the both of them out,” I was almost shouting when I remembered she was still on the other side “They aren’t going to lay another single finger on you. Okay?”

She sniffled and my chest lurched.

“Okay”

 ///

 Y/N’s P.O.V

I ran to my closet, throwing random shit into the biggest bag I could find. I scrubbed at my face, trying to wipe away tears but just turning myself into a redder blotchier mess. I stopped scrambling frantically when I caught myself in the mirror, crumpling at the sight of myself as I tried not to recoil. I lifted a shaky hand to touch my cheek, trying to choke back a cry.

Don’t be a baby Y/N. Keep it together. Don’t fucking blubber like a baby, you’re fine. Everything is fine.

My under eye was badly swollen and already starting to turn purple a giant gash over my right cheekbone. I shook my head refusing to believe that the girl in the reflection was me, before stopping abruptly. Every bone in my body ached and my chest burned when I breathed in.

What did you expect Y/N. You were pushed down a flight of stairs.

I finished packing my bag and scrambled to the window, tapping impatiently on the glass and gnawing on my cheek, waiting for Lip’s familiar car to pull up. I needed to get out, I needed to clear my head, so as soon as I saw his beam lights, I jumped out, bag in hands as I scurried down my ladder.

I threw myself onto the lawn and tried to calm my breathing as I approached the car, watching Lip fly out and run at me, wrapping me in a tight hug and pushing my head into his I breathed a sigh of relief, finally finding some comfort but I stopped myself, jerking away.

You don’t want pity. You don’t do pity. Get yourself together. Get yourself together.

“Let’s get you the fuck out of here,” Lip said, wrapping a protective arm around me and walking me to the car. I nodded.

“This place makes me feel sick”

I pulled myself into the front seat while Lip just stood there, looking up at the house, not moving. I panicked for a second, thinking he was going to run in there and try and beat them up, but he didn’t. He just spat at the house and got in the car.

 ///

It was freezing so Lip turned the car heaters on high, neither of us speaking. We were sitting in silence, watching the windows steam up as we tried to avoid the inevitable, as we tried to ignore the elephant in the room. I tried to turn the radio but all there was was fuzzy static, so I gave up and turned my back to Lip. I curled myself into a ball when I heard him lean into the back, pulling a blanket from the backseat and draping it over me. He rubbed my shoulder a little as he let go of it and I snuggled into the warmth. I wanted to forget everything.

There was an even longer uncomfortable silence so I shifted back around to face Lip again, but I winced in pain a little, my ribs tweaking with a dull ache as I moved. Lip’s face was flooded with pity and concern and I wanted to throw up, I wanted to hit somebody.

“Jesus Fucking Christ Lip, don’t look at me like that.”

He looked at the road instinctively as if pretending he hadn’t seen me but then his eyes rested back on me and he looked sadder and more worried than before

“I’m not broken okay. I’m not some fragile little thing that needs protecting. I’m perfectly fine”

I ripped the blanket from around my shoulders and threw it into the back again, a scowl plastered on my face., just to prove a point. I was lashing out. Lip just happened to be closest person to me.

“They’ve given you a black eye for fuck sake Y/N. You’re face is bleeding. Somehow I’m not convinced everything is fucking hunkey-dorey.”

I knew he was only worried about me but my skin prickled with irritation and suddenly I was angry with him, even though it wasn’t justified or rational. I just needed somebody to explode on,.

“I KNOW THAT OKAY! I KNOW! BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I’M COMPLETELY AWARE THAT MY PARENTS ARE FUCKED UP, THAT MY LIFE IS SHITTY BECAUSE MY FAMILY BEAT ME UP AND THROW ME DOWN FLIGHTS OF STAIRS! I DON’T NEED YOU TO REMIND ME LIP! I PRETTY FUCKING AWARE!” I was screaming at him, slamming my hand on the dashboard, tears rolling down my face until I stopped. I’d gotten it all out, everything I’d been holing up inside was out in the open and I was frozen. Sat there heavy breathing, sobbing and scrunching my eyes up so I couldn’t watch the world go blurry with tears.

Lip swerved, stopping the car and unbuckling my seatbelt. He lifted me up, letting me sit on his lap and cling to his abdomen, as he rubbed my hair. He didn’t say anything but stroked my hair, circling the bruises on my face with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffled eventually, getting a hold of myself “ I’m just freaking out a little”

 ///

 I climbed back into my seat as Lip started driving again, suddenly glad Carl wasn’t here. I knew he cared too much about me and I knew he couldn’t control himself, he’d start shit. Even though my heart ached for his hugs, if he had come to the house things would have been worse, so I’d have to pour my heart out to him once I got to the Gallagher house. Besides, Lip’s hugs were still fucking incredible. That boy had some solid fucking arms.

I glanced back at him and he caught my eye. He couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

“Have they ever.. have they ever..”

I knew what he wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to even mention them.

“Phillip, drop it”

“No,” he said softly “Have they ever, you know... done this before?”

He drummed his fingers on the wheel nervously, as if he didn’t want to know the answer

“No.” I said bluntly and I heard him exhale “It’s the first time”

“You don’t sound sure,” he said sceptically.

“Emotional abuse, yeah I’ve been subject to that for months on end. They go through phases, being sickly sweet or… or.. they act like they wish I was dead. I know it sucks but this was the first time they… they… well yeah you get the picture”

More silence.

“What happened to them Y/N?” he said suddenly “What happened, you know, they used to be so fucking loving. Some of the nicest people I’d met. They used to genuinely care”

I laughed coldly.

“Yeah I know. Seems like fucking lifetimes ago.”

I must have confused him because he cocked his head.

“Pills.” I continued “To answer your questions, pills happened. Pills and fucking alcohol”

 At the mention of alcohol, Lip’s back stiffened up and he turned rigid. His eyes widened and a wash of guilt flooded his face. He tried to look back at me but couldn’t meet my eye, resorting to staring blankly at the road.

“Shit Lip! That wasn’t directed at you. You didn't think I meant that at you did you? I didn’t mean anything, I…” I was stumbling over my words, hoping he wouldn’t turn cold.

“Don’t apologise,” he said blandly “It’s me who’s fucking up my body.”

“Lip,” I said “Look at me,”

He didn’t, he just kept looking ahead.

“Phillip look at me please,”

At the mention of his full name he whipped his head towards me and if I didn’t know Lip any better I would’ve thought his eyes were glazed over.

“You aren’t like them okay Lip. You care. You care about Fiona, about the kids, you care about your education, about getting out of the ghetto. You care about me Lip. They don’t, they don’t care about me or about anything.”

Lip just nodded and gulped.

“You don’t deserve any of the shit you get Y/N, not an ounce of it.” “Neither do you,” I said, wrapping my arm around his bicep and snuggling in close to him. Lip laughed as I hugged his arms.

“I fucking wish,” Lip said, a small smile appearing on his face “I’m a motherfucking nightmare”

I laughed lightly.

“And I’m a liability”

I l tried to keep a straight face but when he grinned at me I couldn't help but break into a smile too . I Looked up at him through my swollen eyes.

“How did I get so lucky with you Gallaghers” I SAID “ With Carl and friends like you I’m set for life,”

Lip inhaled sharply and smiled wider, although it almost seemed false, he almost seemed tense as if he was trying to hide something from me.

“We’re the lucky ones you dipshit.” He said “But Carl’s the fucking luckiest. The fucking luckiest dude in the world and he doesn't even fucking realise it”

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The Stupid Little Things - Part 19/? - Carl Gallagher x Reader

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“What the fuck did you do now?”

Lip was tutting by the side of a car as we swanned out of school, middle fingers waggling at the building, Carl’s arm draped across my back.

“You don’t want to know,” I laughed, swinging open one of the back doors and wriggling inside the car.

Carl jumped in the front.

“Try me Y/N,” Lip said, and a small smile stretched across my mouth.

“Nothing out of the usual, Carl’s just an asshole,”

Lip gave me a blank expression and Carl swore at me making me grin from ear to ear.

Sure, he was swearing, but for Carl it was affectionately.

“That’s all your getting Philip,”

He still looked confused so Carl cleared it up for him.

“I kicked some dude’s in the nuts,” Carl said blandly.

Lip looked almost impressed.

“How many guys?”

“Five”

Lip smile and ruffled his hair and I rolled my eyes.

“God what is it with you Gallaghers? You’re supposed to be the responsible one Philip not a fucking enabler,”

Carl spluttered.

“You know you’re the only fucking one who can get away with that Y/N?” He laughed.

“With what?”

“Calling him Philip. He fucking threatens people with their lives if they even dare call him anything but Lip,”

“Shut the fuck up Carl,” Lip said and I smirked smugly.

“Honestly,” Carl said, looking at me from the rear-view mirror “I get the feeling he prefers you to me most of the time,”

I laughed to myself.

“That’s not a feeling Carl. It’s a motherfucking fact,”

 “So why the hell are you skipping as well then Little Miss Fucking Perfect?”

“Can you just fucking drive,” Carl said casually “I’m sick to fucking death of this school,”

“You do know you don’t have to swear in every single one of your sentences. Both of you,” I laughed.

“I can do what I fucking want,” Carl grinned back

Lip was still twisted around, staring into my eyes in the back of the car. He was waiting for an answer.

‘Why are you skipping Y/N, I feel on odd obligation to make sure you graduate with a high school diploma,”

I shrugged.

“Friends don’t let other friends do stupid shit alone”

Carl made kissing faces in the front seat but Lip didn’t notice.

“How the hell are either of you supposed to get fucking high school educations if you’re never there?” Lip said, slamming his door shut and putting the keys in the ignition.

Carl shrugged and beamed at me.

“Meh, we’ll survive.”

Me and Lip rolled our eyes simultaneously but we set off.

“Carl,” Lip said.

“What?”

“Stop grinning like that. You look like a fucking asshole”

 ///

“Y/N!” Carl shouted, trying not to laugh “You’re a fucking crazy bitch!”

“Turn it up!” I shouted ignoring his and Lip’s constant gasps of surprise and awe.

I was stood in the back of the car through the opening in the sunroof, in the open air, arms stretched up into the sky, my hair beating back behind me as we drove through the Southside streets. With my eyes closed and the music loud enough it was almost as though I was flying, as if I wasn’t in the shit tip that we called Chicago, but millions and millions of miles away.

“I said turn it up!” I shouted between giggles as the wind whipped against me “Step on it Lip!”

The car sped up and the music blared louder and I found myself completely lost in the music, swaying and pushing myself closer and closer towards the sky. Carl was sniggering and cheering, Lip making a tune along to the song by beeping the car horn. I was completely and utterly happy. Without really wanting or meaning to I was suddenly singing along to every word, granted I couldn’t even hear myself over the car radio, but it didn’t matter, my eyes where closed and for a split moment I was completely lost, completely immersed.

 When I finally opened my eyes, I was met with two pairs glued to my every move. I blushed slightly, stopping singing immediately and starting to sit down, with both Carl and Lip staring up at me with their mouths open an odd look in their eyes that I only ever got when I ate a delicious piece of dessert. They were looking up at me as if I was the sun, and it scared me a little, because they were both looking at me as if I was the only person in the world.

“You didn’t tell me you could fucking sing,” Lip breathed airily and then he caught himself and gulped looking nervous.

I laughed awkwardly.

“Eyes on the road Gallagher’s” I said when neither of them looked away and I grinned “I mean, I know I’m irresistible but keep it in your pants”

They both laughed, and as quickly as the odd atmosphere arrived, it left.

///

“You sure you can’t just come back to ours?” Carl groaned, contorting his body around so that he could see me properly and as much as I wanted to give into to the look in his eyes, I resisted.

“My parents are being…well yeah… it’s a tense atmosphere in my house,” I didn’t want to talk about, I wasn’t about to throw myself a pity party.

“All the more reason to stay,” Carl continued and I writhed my hands. I was actually considering staying in the car, driving past my new block which was only a couple of minutes away now.

But then my phone started to vibrate.

I motioned to the boys that I had to take it, pressing my cell to my ear and almost turning white as I heard the voices screaming back at me. A few moments later and I wanted to be sick.

“You know… I just need to … um I need to…” Both Gallaghers shot around to face me “Can I get out here?”

I pulled myself together quickly and put the façade back up. Everything was fine. Nothing was wrong here.

���Y/n?” Carl said, “Are you okay?”

I forced myself to smile as Lip slowed down to a halt.

“Yeah! I’m fine! I just promised my mom I’d help her cook dinner tonight, so I’ll just walk back now.”

They were both sceptical.

“How tense is tense?” Lip said and I made myself grin harder.

“Not that bad really, just typically marital arguements about toilet seats and shopping lists. Honestly guys, relax.”

“You sure?” Carl said with kind eyes and I laughed a little.

“I’m fucking sure Carl Gallagher,” I said about to get out before Lip stopped me.

“I can drop you off closer if you want,” he said and I smiled at him.

“They still don’t know I’m talking to you guys again,” I said and they nodded, so I actually got out that time.

“Later dickheads!” I called breezily and they flipped me off still laughing, before speeding off ahead of me.

I’d managed to keep my shit together

 Carl’s P.O.V

Y/N had been out of the car for exactly ten seconds when Lip hit me around the side of my fucking head.

“What the fuck was that for?” I shouted, clasping at either side of my head for protection. It didn’t hurt, I just hadn’t been fucking expecting it.

“You kissed her didn’t you. Fucking admit it!”

“What? How the fuck could you have possibly kno-“

“I saw the way she was fucking looking at you. What the fuck where you thinking Carl?”

We were driving much faster than we should have been and I found myself becoming increasingly angry with my brother.

“So what? I kissed her big deal,”

“Carl! You don’t get it do you? It is a big deal?”

I was mad now.

“And why’s that?”

“The last time you hurt her, she didn’t come back and see any of us, okay any of fucking us for two years. And because you can’t keep your dick in your pants we are going to lose her all over again.”

“I’m not going to fucking hurt her!”

“Too right you won’t, I’ll snap your legs in fucking two before you do that.”

He was completely straight faced and staring at the road.

“Jesus fucking Christ Lip! What the hell’s wrong with you. It was only a kiss, it didn’t mean anything,” I said.

“It didn’t mean anything?” he repeated and I was unsure whether that made him more mad or not.

‘No it didn’t”

Lip took a deep breath, shaking his head a little and raising his eyebrows.

“Does she know that?”

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The Stupid Little Things - Part 17/? - Carl Gallagher x Reader

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Carl’s P.O.V

I managed to keep my shit together until we got to school. 

I pushed my way off of the bus, shoving into some random kid’s shoulder, doing anything I fucking could to get away from Alex and Olivia because I didn’t care anymore, suspension or otherwise. I’m a Gallagher and nobody fucking messes with my family. Nobody messes with my girl.

 I wasn’t sure if Y/N had got to school yet and neither her or Lip were picking up their phone’s, so I made my way through the hallways alone. I must have scowled at, at least twelve freshmen and they slunk away from me, but I no longer gave a shit. I’d had enough and the only thing on my mind was making somebody pay. Whoever was closest. A path cleared in the hall for me to pass through and I realised that I’d forgot how it felt to rule to school. People were scared of me, most not daring to look me in the eye, and that’s exactly how I fucking liked it.

Damn straight motherfucker. I’m a Gallagher.

 I was smirking to myself, revelling turning the corner onto the science block, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I spun around expecting to see Y/N but was met by somebody else entirely. Alex’s ugly fucking face all up in mine. He kicked me straight in the stomach. A sudden gush of pain jolted through my body as he turned his back, laughing to his friends.

You messed with the wrong fucking guy.

“I heard you talking about my little brother Liam on the bus this morning” I spat, watching him spin back around on heels and the smile peel from his face.

“Who? Fucked up little cocaine brother?” he mocked; ”Guess I was.” He was getting closer and closer to my face, a crowd forming around us. Sniggering little bastards.

I could take him. I could smear his fucking blood all across the lockers. I could knock his front teeth out.

I clenched my fists, ready to take a swing.

“Didn’t you fucking learn anything from yesterday dickhead?” I said quietly.

And then I launched myself.

I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him close enough, ready to head-butt him.

But I never did.

 I punch to the head.

Two punches to either fucking rib.

A kick to the back.

There was fucking five of the dickheads surrounding me, taking it in turns to beat the shit out of me. I didn’t hurt that much, and I probably could have taken it, but I wasn’t expecting it, I had no time to prepare so my knees failed me and fell to the ground. It only took me a few seconds to get back to feet, grabbing one of them and slamming their head to the ground, punching them once to face, before another of them grabbed my arm and tried to wrestle me back to the ground. I struggled and got them the fuck off me, just as Alex began laughing again. I couldn’t give a fuck about the other shits, I wanted him hospitalised. Again.

The crowd was roaring with shouting and clapping, but mainly cheers, and my brain started to shut down on me. I hadn’t even realised I’d knocked the other four down until it was only me and Alex face to face again. Only this time he didn’t seem so confident.

“Not so fucking cocky, anymore are you?” I said through gritted teeth, “Remember this next time you try to cross me, or my fucking family, or Y/N,”

My hands went for his throat and I heard the rest of the school start to chant my name almost reluctantly, their voices oozing with fear, sure, but with fucking respect. My eyes narrowed at Alex but before I could grab him I saw her.

Her eyes.

Her sad, fucking disappointed eyes amongst the rest of crowd with so much hurt in them that it made me freeze.

Because she seemed just as scared of me as the rest of them.

 I promised her I wouldn’t do this. I’d told her that I’d changed, and she fucking believed me, she fucking stuck with me after I’d shoved a gun in her chest, after I beat up her ex-boyfriend. Yet there I was, letting her down in the exact same way again. I had no idea why she liked me, I was no good for her, she was too good for me. But I fucking loved her. I could never tell her, I’d ruin her and whatever friendship we had would be completely destroyed but I loved her. And now she was scared of me.

So I let go.

 I stumbled backwards a little looking for Y/N in the huddle of people again. I couldn’t find her anywhere and the crowd of people was suddenly starting to become claustrophobic.

“You are such an asshole Gallagher did you know that?”

He hit me across the face, his hand covered in blood from my nose.

I didn’t even flinch. I just stood there. I fucking stood there and took it.

I heard her voice in the back in my head, the thing she said right after we realised Ian was like Monica or when we found out Lip took drinking a little too far.

‘Smile’ she told me laughing darkly ‘There’s so much fucking worse to come.’

He hit me again, this time cutting my forehead and I could tell the other guys were getting back up

“Hit me back!” Alex screamed, and I smiled.

I motherfucking forced myself to smile at him as he continued to batter my ribs and I didn’t move. Because I was more than what they thought. I was more than just the ‘Fucked Up Gallagher Kid’.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

I couldn’t see properly anymore, too many people trying to get at me, to try and rip me to fucking shreds, but I stayed standing, I stayed smiling. I could see my own blood on the floor any time I looked down. I met Y/N’s eyes again.

“Oh, I get it,” Alex said snidely “This is all about her,”

I didn’t say anything, but my hands clenched into fists, still smiling like a motherfucking idiot.

“I just want you to imagine what I looked like when we fucked,” Alex whispered “She’d never go for you freak. Or maybe she would, she’s all levels of fucked up,”

It took every ounce of self-restraint not to hit him.

I kept smiling and they kept punching, but I didn’t fall down, I stayed up. I looked and felt, like a fucking badass.

“Stop fucking standing there! Hit me back you pussy!” Alex was screaming now and I suddenly realised, he desperately wanted me to hit him back, to kick the shit out of him, because it meant he would have won.

I stumbled back as he hit me again but I fucking stayed standing.

I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

“Fuck. You” I whispered, leaning forwards the stupid fucking smirk still plastered on my face.

I must have pushed him over the edge because he slammed my chest again, only a lot harder this time and I finally fell to the floor.

 Y/N’s P.O.V

“CARL!” I screamed pulling my way through the crowd “CARL! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HIM!?”

I was in the centre of the circle within seconds, Carl curled up in the fatal position as the continue to kick him.

“STOP! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP!”

I was almost crying, the school floors now covered in Carl’s blood. I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t fighting back, he was stronger than all of them, he’d grown up in the Gallagher house for fuck sake, yet he was laid there letting them get away with it.

“ALEX FUCKING LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

I fell to the floor and crawled my way over to him and they immediately stopped kicking him. I wrapped my arms around Carl’s torso and nuzzled my face into his shoulder.

“Got your fucking little girlfriend to save your ass, again have you?” Alex and I whipped my head around ready to snap at him, but Carl put his hand on my shoulder and laughed hysterically.

I pulled him up, but he wouldn’t stop staring at Alex in the eye a ridiculous smile plastered over his face. I tugged on his hand and pulled him away before a teacher got there and blamed Carl for everything. I desperately tried to get him away, my hand shaking as I gripped his. Alex called something else that was un-intelligible and Carl just threw his middle fingers up and laughed. He shook his head, turning back to me, still grinning despite the stupid amount of blood pouring from his nose.

I looked at him with utter confusion.

“Fucking smile Y/n,” he said “The worse is yet to come”

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The Stupid Little Things - Part 18/? - Carl Gallagher x Reader

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Y/N’s P.O.V

“Okay, okay, fuck!” I said panicking, pulling Carl into a supply cupboard and slamming the door behind me.

“You’re face, Jesus fucking Christ! What did they do to your face?” I reached for his cheek, but he pulled away.

“Y/N, stop stressing. I swear I’m fine!”

“Bullshit,” I said quietly and turned a bucket upside down, making him sit on it “Fucking hell Carl! That’s a lot of blood,”

Carl rolled his eyes but did sit down.

“It’s called a nose bleed Y/N, of course there’s going to be bl-“

“I did at first,” he said, as if protesting “But… then I stopped.”

I gave him a blank look, the Carl Gallagher I knew wouldn’t stop fighting anybody, he sure as hell wouldn’t purposely lose. He was too proud.

“They weren’t fucking worth it,” he elaborated, and I nodded my head in agreement.

“Dickheads,” I said under my breath before grabbing a roll of paper towels and looking back at Carl, still sat on his bucket, head still in his hands, still slumped over. Despite all the blood, he looked almost adorable, comical almost and my heart gave a familiar lurch.

“Take this,” I said, tearing off a sheet of paper towel and handing it to him, before searching for some kind of medical supplies.

“What are you fucking up to now?” he laughed pressing the towel to his face as I rummaged through the messy shelves.

“Looking for something for your face. It’s even more fucked up than before,”

He flipped me off but kept dabbing his face with the tissue.

“Fuck you. Chicks dig scars,” Carl said, and I gave him a pointed look, making us both burst out with laughter.

“Do we now?” I said, waving a first aid box in the air triumphantly.

“Admit it, you’ve been fucking pining after me for years,” Carl joked, and I laughed.

And then I surprised myself.

“Maybe I have,”

 ///

Carl’s eyes widened with surprise, but he didn’t say anything, he didn’t try to tease me or mock me, he just looked completely astonished. Suddenly I was filled with an unhealthy amount of confidence.

 ///

“You’re doing a shit job of mopping up that blood Gallagher,” I said eventually, bending down a little so I was on his level, taking the tissue from his hands. Our fingers brushed a slightly and I felt him shift a little on the bucket.

“Fuck off,” he said softly and his voice with weirdly breathy. My hand was rested on his shoulder as I dabbed at his forehead, our faces angling towards each other, his eyes locked onto mine even as I concentrated on his blood.  It suddenly felt very tense.

“I’m getting cramp in my fucking knees,” I laughed awkwardly, trying to make the atmosphere a little lighter “I hope you appreciate this.” Carl smiled a little but then his eyes were overcome with a strange intensity.

His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me closer to him and I eventually let him lift me onto his lap. Neither of us acknowledged the sudden progression of things, neither of us said anything.

“Why didn’t you hit them back?” I asked after an eternity of silence, somehow allowing my hands to run through his hair and rest at the back of his neck.

Carl looked down and them back up.

“You?” he said.

I sighed with a little sadness.

“Is it wrong if I say I’m proud of you?” I whispered when he cocked his head to the side and I couldn’t help myself from wrapping him in a hug. He winced a little in pain as he folded his arms around my waist, and he snatched a sharp breath.

“Carl? Geez are you okay?” I said jerking away from him in concern, but he chuckled a little.

“I got kicked in the fucking ribs remember, sorry if I’m not a happy go lucky ray of fucking shine,”

I flipped him off but wasn’t really paying attention to him, instead frantically unbuttoning his shirt before noticing the smirk lacing his smile. I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t be getting any fucking ideas, I looking at your broken ribs.”

“Whatever you say,” he smirked, and I gave him one of my signature ‘Fuck Off’ glares.

“You might be a liar Y/N, but you’re my favourite liar,”

I didn’t acknowledge him because I was too busy staring at the absolute carnage.

“How the fuck have the bruises come up so quickly?” I gasped, running my fingers across his ribs, circling every patch of purple and red.

He shivered at my cold hands.

“They’re hickey’s,” he joked before correcting himself “Alex fucking kicked my yesterday as well, you know, when I was pounding his head into the ground.”

I stopped looking at his chest and instead started to disinfect the cuts on his hand with a wipe from the first aid box.

"Promise me you'll stop" I said, trying not to look him in the eye

"Stop what?"

"Carl, you know exactly what. Fights. I mean look at this" I motioned towards his nose "This was against Alex. You know you can handle yourself around him but what happens when you come up against someone stronger than you? Or what happens when you take it too far, you hit too hard and you never come out of Juvie again."

"I know", he flinched a little as I wiped a cotton swap with disinfectant across the grazed areas on his palm.

"I'm sorry, I know it hurts but it'll prevent an infection"

"It's my own stupid fault. I didn't want to fucking fight him Y/N believe me. But then he said things about Liam and Fiona and I snapped. And then about you. And that's when I lost it. I... I don't know what to say" I was shocked.

They were fighting about me. Carl hit him because of me, then Carl stood there and let himself be beaten into a pulp because of me. It was my fault. I felt a little sick from guilt but something else as well, a weird fuzzy warm feeling that just shouldn’t have been there. Carl Gallagher was defending me.

"I can fight my own battles" I said, wrapping his hand in a tight bandage.

"I fucking figured that out by now" he broke my eye contact and looked down "But still, that little fucker deserved it,"

I pulled back from him a little, still straddling him and just looked at him. Properly looked at him.

“Look at what they did,” I said, almost bordering on tears. He laughed it off again

“Seriously Y/n, I’m fucking fine. I had worse when I was still in the game,”

As soon as he mentioned the game his eyes darkened so I placed both of my hands on his cheeks.

“Wanna talk about it?” I whispered.

“Not really,” he whispered back.

We stared at each other again, until I broke the comfortable silence.

 ///

"Carl"

His eyes flickered up when I called his name, so I continued.

"Your lip.” There was a small cut, running through the centre of his top lip, bleeding slightly into his skin. I leaned further forwards, so my face was inches from his and dabbed at the cut with a damp tissue. Once most of blood had gone I leaned further forward still until my forehead was rested against his.

"Y/N" he whispered.

"Carl" I said back, my voice was soft, barely making a sound. I wanted him to kiss me there and then, to press his lips against mine, blood and all. I wanted him to hold me and not let go, to spin me around the store cupboard. Because it finally clicked, this wasn’t just some silly crush I could push deep down inside. I was actually in love with Carl Gallagher.

Only he didn't kiss me. 

When I leant in, he jerked away, taking a step backwards from me. My heart shattered as I tried to hide the pangs of embarrassment running riot through my body. Clearly Carl didn’t feel the same as me and that fucking sucked, but it was okay. I just couldn't bare the rejection anymore. I slid off of his lap without saying a word, holding back tears as I headed back out of the door. He must have noticed the look on my face because he tried to fix things.

"Y/N... I..." I placed a hand on my shoulder and tried to pull me back. I kept walking.

"Don't bother. I clearly misread this situation"

"Y/N just listen to me. Don't walk away. I wanted to kiss you so fucking much but I can't. For once in my life I'm doing the right fucking thing and you're punishing me for it," he said but his words were falling on deaf ears. I would not cry, I told myself, so I continued to walk out of his house.

"Oh yeah, and why's that" 

"I push people away. I can't do that to you"

"You push people away?"

"Yeah"

“You really expect me to believe that. You have no issue making out with any other girl”

“That’s because I’m not in love with them!”

I didn’t say anything.

“I’m in love with best friend and I don’t know what to do!” he shouted

"That's your reasoning?" My voice was no longer cold.

"Y/N I'm not the kind of person who..."I pushed Carl’s hand from my shoulder and placed both of mine either side of his head pulling him towards me. He didn't even pause for a split second his mouth colliding with mine, leaving me no time to react. His lips were surprisingly warm and soft, fierce yet powerful, but I was stunned, paralyzed almost. I didn't move at first, still trying to process what was happening. But then I stopped thinking, I stopped reasoning. I kissed him back, our lips crashing together messily. All I could taste was Carl Gallagher- spearmint and cinnamon and the lingering bitterness of beer on his lips. I didn't know who was breathing for who, his lips hot and strong against mine. I kissed him that time, properly, and he didn't pull away. I tangled myself in him and he kissed me back, raw and animalistic as if he had been waiting to for some time.

He pulled away first, his face dripping with guilt.

“Fuck! I’ve messed up!”

“Are you being serious right now?”

"Y/N, I'll only push you out, it's just how I am"

"Oh hell no!" I shouted half serious, half joking. He cocked his head at me "You push me, I'll grab you and pin you against the wall. We're in this together, we always have been"

"I'm a mess and a lot to handle. Most people don't and I'm not going to put you...

"Carl Francis Gallagher! When did you start caring about other people’s feelings" I said. He gave me a blank look. "I'm joking what I mean to say is that, you're my mess and let me be the judge of what I can handle".

I gave his hand a squeeze. He smiled up at me, genuinely, not just one of his stupid smirks.

“You fucking sure?” Carl asked grinning, pulling me close, so that my hips were pushed up against his.

“I’m motherfucking positive.”

 ///

I took his hand and pulled him outside the store cupboard to find most of the students were still milling around, first period still hadn’t started. I was considering whether it would be better to skip today or to stick it out for five more hours in hell when I realised somebody was staring at me. Carl wrapped a protective arm around me instinctively.

“Wow! What a slut! Some how I’m not surprised you hooked up with the fuck up in the supply cupboard, but that doesn’t make it any less nasty,” Oliva said, appearing seemingly from nowhere.

I was going to say something, but Carl had it covered, taking a step forward and getting dangerously close in her face. His voice wasn’t any louder than a whisper.

“You even try to speak to her again bitch and I’m coming over to your fucking house and killing your entire fucking family” He growled.

Then he grinned like a maniac.

 Well, for a girl that’s opposed to doing anything that will ruin her hair, Olivia ran faster than I’d ever seen her.