#soutside-forever

[abundanceofnots]

gerald’s back at it, prepping for summer bbqs because the grill isn’t gonna man itself. he’s gotta be ready 💪🏻

oh my god, he is? i haven't checked today 🙈

well, jiminy cricket! it looks like monty from the golf course told him about noir filters and the box format! hope the eye of the tiger edit is coming along nicely! can't wait to see it during the traditional neighborhood cookout!

[smokingaceschw]

Ace found it ironic that by running the soutside how often he found himself on the northside of town these days. From his perspective, it just went to show how much these people liked to think that they owned them, but it wouldn’t be that way forever, not with him as the new top dog. He’d just finished making arrangements with Mr. Alves to get his supply distributed to the greasers who dealt and was headed home, opting to walk because it gave him time to think uninterrupted and clear his head. He felt eyes on him as he walked and slipped his hand in his pocket, ready to pull out his blade if need be before he turned to his right, “Yo, fuck are you staring at me for? You need somethin’?” 

[shamelesssimaginesss]

Keeper

Lip Gallagher never wanted a family because he thought he was unworthy. That was until he met you. (female reader) 3/? Warnings: sad stuffs, a lil cussing 1632 words total yall

Lip couldn’t remember a time where he would have said, “Kids? Fuck no.” But it really wasn’t that long ago. You had come back into his life like an actual hallmark movie and he was grateful. He knew he loved you, but it took time. Everything took time. Especially with you. But here you were,a family. Married with a newborn. And holy shit, Lip was so happy.

Lip was happy to say he was a father. He was proud to say those words to anyone that even asked. He was glad that “Kids? Fuck no.” Would never pass his lips again.

For once in his life, he felt like he had done something right and good in his life. He thought for the longest tie that he’d never amount to anything and end up exactly like his piece of shit father. No, he never wanted to be related to him, let alone become him. He wanted to be better than that.

If he had kids, he wanted to be there for them. He wanted to hold their hands and rock them to sleep. He wanted to give them what he didn’t have. A father that they knew loved them. And hopefully, he’d do just that.

He knew he loved her. He knew that from the moment you had told him you were pregnant. He knew he had the chance to make everything right in his life, and you’d say he was doing a pretty damn good job at it.

In your eyes, Lip was always in between a rock and a hard place, but he always found a way out. He always found something to get him out of that place, and it seemed it started with you. It started with you and ended with her. The two of you had permanently gotten him out of that place, and he was eternally grateful.

With the both of you on paternity leave, you had a lot of time to think about these things. More so you, than Lip himself. You had slept a lot lately, and you were extremely down as Lip took care of your little girl. Maybe he knew, maybe he didn’t.

“Baby girl, are you feeling better today?” He leaned over and kissed your forehead. You open your eyes to his soft smile and the soft cooing of your infant near him. “You’re still a bit pale.”

Postpartum runs through your mind quickly and then it runs away. There was no way. That was the least of your worries, anyway.

Tears fill your eyes and you can’t seem to stop yourself from finally crying. You didn’t have a reason to cry, but looking up at Lip, you felt like you had to say something. Do something.

It had been a week since you came home and you were so happy then. Why were you feeling like this now?

Thinking back to the way you knew Lip felt, you felt like you swapped places. You were confident in coming back into Lip’s life, and you were confident with what you were doing with your life. You got pregnant and you were ready and prepared for this time in your life. You got married and you were confident about your life. You knew you’d be happy because your eleven-year-old self wanted this from the beginning.

And then you had this beautiful little girl and now you felt out of control. You felt weak and almost.. you almost felt empty. Like you and Lip had switches places. And that scared you to the core. You were so confident, so what the hell happened?

Sure, you were bonding with your baby well and you loved her to pieces, but in between feeding her and doing everything needed for her, you were in bed a lot. Something wasn’t right. You knew something wasn’t right.

“I don’t know, LIp,” You sobbed, “I feel out of control. Everything in my life was so stable and I knew what I wanted but I feel like I can’t control a damn thing and I’m terrified.”

Lip knew exactly what was going on the minute you spoke. His heart broke knowing you were in this kind of pain, but he knew exactly what to do. He takes your hand and he smiles as if you weren’t sobbing for no reason. “It’s okay, baby. I’m going to make a few calls, and then make dinner, and we’ll go out, okay? It’s all going to be okay.”

You felt ground, finally, after a full week of spiraling. Lip’s soft smile made you feel like getting up immediately and heading out, but your body proved something different. “I love you, Lip.” It was the only thing you could say. You were so sure of those words at that specific moment that it was the most reasonable thing to say.

Lip knew that. He always did.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips before standing up, “I’ll come back, okay?” You nod, and you slowly let go of his hand as he took the steps back to leave towards the hallway. You wanted him to stay there forever if he could. He was your rock.

Suddenly a sigh followed by a soft cry makes your skin crawl. You leap up, checking the crib beside your bed to see your little girl wobbling around. She looked uncomfortable. You pick her up and find yourselves back on the bed, but this time she was laying between your legs as you played with her.

“Hi, boogie, look at you, you pretty girl!” You coo down at her and she giggles. Your face lights up as you look at the curly-headed baby girl. “You just wanted mommy’s attention because daddy left, huh? You love your daddy don’t you?” Another giggle follows and your heart soars.

Boogie.

You hadn’t chosen a name for her yet, so the two of you just called her boogie. You really needed to choose a name for the newest Gallagher...

Allura?

Stephanie?

Erin?

White.

“White!” A woman barks towards your direction, and then you see two angry boys standing behind her. “WHITE!”

Goosebumps rise on your arms and you can’t find the words to speak. She was speaking to you, it seemed. You were correct as she stomped up to you and grabbed your arm in a hasty manner.

“What are you doing?” You yelp, taken aback by this grown woman's actions. “Stop, you’re hurting me!”

Tears well up in your eyes as she bends down to meet you face to face, “You’re that stupid white girl that won’t help my sons!” Her breath smelled like old onions that have been molding for days, and if you weren’t repulsed by her actions, her breath surely did the trick.

The woman looked to be in her forties, and she clearly had no idea how awful her children were. But then again, she was holding on to you so hard you felt her nails dig into your skin, so surely, she did know. “I told them to pay you to help, but you refused! I thought soutside trash always excepted money!”

“Excuse me, lady, but I think you need to let (y/n) go.” Your eyes find their way to the boy beside you. Short curly hair fills your eyes and you can’t help the tears as they stream down your cheeks. “I thought you were the adult, so why are you acting like your shitty sons?”

The woman drawls back at this, and there are clear bruises and nail marks on your arm where her hand laid. She hisses at Lip, “Don’t speak to me that way. You don’t know me!”

“Oh, but I do,” he drawls, “You’ve hurt someone I care for, and you publicly humiliated her and yourself. Honestly, everyone knows who you are now.” He suddenly pulls you away, your tears streaming at this point. “Fuck your sons, and fuck you,” he spits. “If anything, from the two best people to give them a chance,

“I hope they fail.”

He walks you away from the scene caused in the middle of the hallway. “Hey, are you- shit.” He pulls you into his chest as you cry, your body shaking with both anger and shock.

“I’m s-s-”

“It’s okay, everything is okay,” he rubs your hair back as he whispers in your ear, ultimately stopping you from finishing what you were going to say.

“I’ve got you.”

That was such an important thing for you and Lip, and it always would.

“Hey, beautiful,” Lip comes through the door with two plates in each hand, “I brought food.” He sets one beside you as he sits in front of you with his own plate, “Look at my two beautiful girls.”

You smile before picking up the sandwich and taking a bite, “She wanted my attention, and of course, I had to give it to her.”

“Of course,” he repeats. The silence after is deafening. You steal a glance up at him and he was staring straight at you. “Baby?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve got you,” he says quietly, reaching out to touch your hand. “I always have, and I always will.”

You nod in understanding as if you understood. And a part of you knew exactly what was happening. You knew something was wrong, and Lip had found the answer to all of your problems again.

Your mind is once again driven away from your toxic thoughts as a few heads pop out from the doorway to your room. Fiona, Ian, your mother, and one of your close friends stood in the doorway.

“Hey!” They all say in unison.

“I’ve got you,” Lip repeats again as if they hadn’t shown up.

“I know you do.”

tags list:  @ibethwritesimagines @sanity-is-overratedxp @ughiitsskyee 

wowza I’m not even sure if I knew where this was heading, but I figured i’d hit all of the sensitive parts about being a mom real fast whoops

I hope this wasn’t as bad as I thought it was bc that awful transition oml

I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas or a Happy Holidays to those who don’t celebrate.

I don’t have a specific date for the next chapter. I need to figure out where I want to go with this. Or get help. Not sure yet.

Thank you for reading lovely beans!