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[abbatoirablaze]

Shameless, Chapter 15

Word Count:  2.5k

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and incest at the hands of Terry Milkovich.  

“What the hell do you mean, she’s back?”

“Lip,” you sighed, giving your younger brother a look, “sh-“

“Well I guess when she heard that grammy died, she-“

You cut Ian off, eyes wide as the younger of your two brothers shrugged and bit into a piece of toast, “Grammy died?”

“Yeah…”

Tony stood from the table and made his way over to you at the stove, “baby, I’m so sorry.”

“You hated her, Tony…”

“Yeah, but that’s your grandmother…I know that you were close with her even after she went to prison.  I mean, I remember how hard you worked during the summer to squeeze in some extra cash for her.”

“You were close with grammy?” Ian asked.

Lip agreed, “she used all her extra money putting it on grammy’s books when she was locked up.”

“Not all of it-“

“So wait…did grammy leave you anything?” Ian asked.

“Let’s get back to the Monica situation!” you reminded him, “when did sh-“

“Monica’s nothing.  This morning…she’d made breakfast for us and everything.  She’s trying to prove that she can be there for us, but it’s only a matter of time until she disappears again,” he admitted, shrugging you off, “come on, Sofia…answer my question.  Did grammy leave you anything?”

“I have…funds set aside…she gave me money to pay me back what I gave while she was in jail…but as far as ‘leaving me’ anything, no.  I-”

“And the envelope that came this morning,” Tony pointed out, nodding to the unopened, but thick orange envelope on the counter, “that didn’t feel like a thank you card…I think your grandmother must have known something was going to happen to her.  It’s heavy, Sof…”  

Lip’s brow raised, “what?”

You sighed, “I-I wasn’t going to open i-“

“Do it!” Ian encouraged, his eyes looking between yours and the envelope.

“It’ll just go into my personal squirrel fund,” you shrugged, “I mean-“

“You still have a squirrel fund?”

“She keeps it in case you or your siblings ever needed anything,” Tony admitted before you could say anything to Lip, “Fiona doesn’t know about it because she doesn’t want her to try to cash in on it.”

“Well, how much do you have?”

“Tony lets me put all of my money into it…so…let’s just say I have enough…you know in case anything was to ever happen…”

“Enough,” Tony laughed, “if I lost my job, we would be fine for years!”

“TONY!”

Both Lip and Ian were looking at you curiously, as though they hadn’t seen you in that light before.

As a provider. 

It made you begin to feel nervous, “what?”

“Fi Fi…when did you have the time?” Ian asked, “wh-why didn’t you tell us?”

“Please don’t tell Fiona about it…”

Lip shook his head, “I’m not saying anything.”

“I-“

“I have to go to school,” he said quickly, before making his exit, “Bye guys!”

Before you could so much as offer your own goodbye, Ian had made a mad dash for the door.  You gave your husband a look, “I think that freaked him out…”

“You know it did,” Lip sighed, “we’ve never been stable a day in our lives, Sofia…and here you are with Tony, and baby Anthony…and you guys don’t have to worry about money or anything…I mean-it’s weird.”

You frowned, suddenly feeling much more guilty as you thought about your younger siblings and how they were living just next door. 

“Hey…I see how you are getting all in your head,” Tony commented softly as he kissed your temple and wrapped his arms around your waist.  Slowly, he moved you a few steps away from the stove, and started moving the two of you towards the table, “sit down with your brother and your son…eat something…I’ll do the dishes.”

“But Tony-“

“And after that, we’re going to go next door and make sure that your siblings got off to school…And check on Frank and Monic-“

“I don’t have to do that,” Lip asked casually, cutting Tony off as he raised his hand, “do I?”

“Not if you watch baby Anthony while we check on them…”

“Can I take him to Karens for a bit?” he asked, “I told her that I’d break her out of first period and say we had a baby appointment.”

“Hard pass,” you laughed, “you can spend your time with Karen Jackson, but I don’t want baby Anthony around her.”

He shrugged and picked up another piece of toast before getting up from the table, “well you three have fun at the nuthouse.   I’ll catch you later.”

“Be home for dinner!” you reminded him, “we said we were going to talk about Thanksgiving and whether or not we wanted to go next door for it.”

“Well, you know my vote,” Tony shrugged as he sat down across from you and began to feed Anthony, “any time away from Frank and Monica is a good time.”

“Tony…”

“What?” he smirked, “I waited until Lip left to trash them…”

“Thank you…”

“So…if we don’t go over there?” he asked, “should we have Thanksgiving here, or go to moms?”

“I’m open to ideas…”

“If we have it here, we can have a little food fight afterwards…” he teased.

“Us playing with whipped cream and chocolate syrup in the bedroom doesn’t count as a food fight.”

“It does if it ends in another cream pie!” he smirked.

“SAY THAT YOU REMEMBER!” you and your twin sister sang out together as Monica and Frank dance with the two of you.

“Dancing in September!” Frank continued on as Monica spun you in her arms.

“Mommy stop!” you giggled as she sang to you.  Your eyes met your sisters and Fiona was all smiles as well. 

The music surrounded the four of you as you partied together while  your younger brothers slept. 

You lit up a cigarette as the music wafted from their house to yours, your heart breaking a little as you thought about the fond memories you’d once shared with your mother and father and twin sister. 

The song changed and Fiona pulled the cigarette from your hands and took a drag. 

“He’s right you know,” you admitted sadly, “I know that you don’t like Monica and Frank, but…we had those moments…Debbie deserves them just as much as we did.”

“You didn’t see the look in Debbie’s eyes when they were dancing with her.  It-I just-“ she cut herself off, her tears slipping down her cheeks as she took another drag and shook her head, “it’s different, Sofia…I-I know how the story ends with them.  And I-“

“We can’t protect them, Fi…” you admitted with your own frown, “not from everything.  And especially not from Hurricane Monica and the tornado that Frank is.”

“I can’t just enjoy the ride…” she huffed, “because that ride is off the tracks…the kids will only get hurt in the end.  Like we were.  Debbie had the same look in her eyes that we had.  A look that said that she trusted them…and I just can’t-I don’t feel good about it, Fi Fi.”

“Stay the night here, Fi…” you offered, giving your twin sister a small glance, “you need a night…”

“I can’t,” she shrugged, instantly rejecting your offer, “have to get the kids up in the morning.  And I  have to stop by planned parenthood to get the pill for that crazy bitch…I-“

“It’s not all on you, Fi…”

“You’re over here, living in your ivory tower,” she grunted, “you don’t have to deal with it, Fi Fi…you got to walk away from it all.  I can’t do that to them.”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you sniffled, “I-I’ve always helped out, Fiona.”

“Not like me,” she hissed, turning on you, “you didn’t do the things that I did to make sure we were fine, Sofia….you got to graduate high school.  You got to be somewhat normal.  You got married to Tony and you have a kid.  I never got that fairytale.  That wasn’t taken away from you.”

“Fion-“

“This was a bullshit idea, coming over,” she sighed, rolling her eyes as she got up and walked down the steps of your back porch, “I don’t know why I thought I could talk to you.”

“We have to go to the game…”

“I-I’m going to go, I just-she’s going to be there.”

“We never miss Carl’s games!”

“I know…” he frowned, “I-I won’t I just-I need to visit Steve first.”

“He’s the coach.  He’ll be there!” you growled at your little brother as you put Anthony in his car seat, “come on.”

“I’m coming!” he smirked, “but I told Steve we’d pick up his wife too!  So if you want mme to go with you, we have to pick up Este too!”

“LIP!” Debbie smiled as she wrapped her arms around him, “Fi Fi.  You guys came!”

“Of course we did!” you smiled, “when have we ever missed one of Carl’s games?”

“Baby Anthony!” she grinned, tickling the bottom of his feet. Your son gurgled happily, “you guys are right on time.  They just started a few minutes ago!”

“LIP!  SOFIA!” your mother called, “OH MY GOD.  A BABY!” 

You looked between your son and little brother. 

“No one told her!” Lip frowned, “and I’m guessing you didn’t when you went over yesterday?”

“No one was home.”

He smirked, “Good luck!”

“Come and sit down!” she begged, “come and sit with us!”

“What, I’m off the boat for one minute and there is a fucking mutiny?” Lip growled, when he noticed that Frank, Liam, Monica, and even Ian and Fiona were sitting all together.

“Yeah, well no one told you to get out, now did they?”

“Actually, you did!” he reminded her.

“Hey, don’t be mad at Fiona!” Monica tried, “come on up!”

“Hey Monica, shut up!” he spat, “like most of my life this has nothing to do with you!”

“I sit?” Estefania asked, pointing to the bleachers.

“Yeah…sit!” he growled, “wherever is fine!”

“You babysitting now?” Fiona teased.

“Roommate!”

Fiona stood up as you led Estefania to the bleachers to sit down.  Your mom turned her attention towards you and the baby, “well who is this?”

“Oh…I uh-“

“Meet Anthony Markovich…Sofia’s spawn.  Our grandson!”

“A grandbaby?” Monica asked happily, eyes going wide, “oh my god, I’ve got a grandbaby? Wh-when did this happen?  How-“

“Oh, I’m sure you know how a baby is made!” Lip growled, cutting into the conversation, “befriending the enemy behind my back, Fi?”

“She just showed up,” Fiona frowned, “what was I supposed to do?”

“Fiona…Lip…”

“No, Fi Fi…I came…now I’m gone!”

“Oh really?” Fiona growled, watching Lip storm down away from the bleachers, “you just going to go storm off like a baby?  Too bad there’s no door you can slam!”

The next play started, and Frank muttered about how Lip was being a prick.  Your eyes watered as you watched the fight between your family members. 

Frank stood, cheering on Carl.  Fiona stormed out of the bleachers and towards Steve. 

“How’s my favorite nephew?” Ian smiled, looking towards your son, “he doing good?”

“Doing great,” you smiled, “I mean, he’s five months old…and-“

“He’s five months old?” Monica interjected, “oh my god, he’s so perfect.  He’s so-“

“A Gallagher!” Frank smiled proudly.

“Markovich!” you reminded your father.

“Whatever,” he replied angrily, “all I did was father you little jerks…created the Gallagher legacy and-“

“I married my husband and had a child with him.  What did you expect, Frank?” you growled, “that we’d try to keep the Gallagher name?”

“Would have been nice…” he muttered, “thankfully Lip is going to keep the family name alive with his little bastard.”

“Oh, if only he could hear your sweet words!”

“Stop it,” Monica begged, slowing the argument between you and your father, “Sofia…c-can I hold him?”

You bit your lip and looked nervously at your mother. 

“I-“

“Let your mother hold her grandson!” Frank urged, cutting you off.  He took Liam from Monica, and she was holding her hands out to you.

“Please, Sofia?” she asked sadly, “I just want to hold my grandson…”

Your heart ached as you looked at her.  You began to feel guilty.  She hadn’t been afforded the opportunity to get to know your son. 

“O-Only for a minute…he-he’s not normally around a lot of people that he doesn’t know.”

“Of course!” she agreed.  You passed your son off to your mother, and you felt something in the pit of your stomach as you watched her tears slipping down her cheeks, “he’s so gorgeous…”

“Yeah…he-he’s my everything…”

“You’re a good mom,” she smiled, giving you a glance, “n-not like how I was…I can see that.”

“Moni-“

“I’m going to be here for you…for the kids…” she smiled, “and for this little one.  He’s gonna be a real heartbreaker when he grows up…come on…sit down and cheer Carl on with us…please Sofia?”

“I know that she’s here…”

“Colin, you have to go…” you frowned, gently easing him towards the door.

“My aunt said that she told Mandy to go home, and I know that she hasn’t showed back up at the house…my dad’s been looking for her like crazy…” he admitted, not budging, “and I know that she trusts you.  She had to have come here.”

You looked up the stairs, knowing that Mandy had fallen asleep an hour ago.  He took a step past you, but you put a hand on his chest, “Colin…please…”

“Sofia…she’s my little sister…I have to make sure she’s okay…”

“Trust me…she’s as good as she can be…” you frowned, giving him a sad look, “do you know what exactly happened, Colin?”

He shook his head, “dad’s freaking out…said that Mandy got knocked up by your little brother…the one that’s dating her.”

“It wasn’t Ian…” a voice said from the top of the stairs.  You turned, seeing a tired, cried-out looking Mandy with her arms wrapped around herself, “he-he’s gay…”

“Look, you don’t have to protect him, okay?” he asked, “Mandy, I know that you’re thinking the is the right thing to do, but I won’t hurt him, alright.  I-“

“Colin…you need to sit down…th-that’s not what happened…” she sighed, coming down the stairs, “i-it’s time that you guys know what happens when you’re in jail and dad blacks out.”

Colin looked like he was going to be sick as he stared between you and Mandy.

“No…he-he wouldn’t do-“

“He did, Colin,” she sighed, once more wrapping her arms around herself, “Ian and I never had sex.  Dad…he-“

“Stop…”

“Colin-“

He looked up at you with sad, tear-stained eyes.  Your heart broke for the man that you loved.  He was so sad to learn what had happened to his little sister.

“I-I don’t blame you guys or anything.  I-It’s no big deal!” she said defensively.

“No big deal?” he scoffed, “Mandy…you’re saying he got black out drunk and raped you…he knocked you up!”

“H-he doesn’t do it all the time,” she sighed, trying to defend her father’s actions, “he was drunk…and he thought I was mom.”

“We’ll figure it out, Colin…” you tried to reassure him, reaching out to the table to take his hand, “we’ll figure it out…”

“I-I have to go!” he said sadly, shaking his head.  He stood, ignoring the two of you, and made his way out of the house.  Mandy broke down into sobs as she fell against you.

“Hey-it-it’s okay,” you tried, “we’ll figure this out, Mandy…we’ll figure this out.  I promise.”

Chapter 16

[waltermis]

I miss them 🥹🥲

[calkestis]

MICKEY 17 | OFFICIAL TRAILER (x) Dir. Bong Joon Ho Release date Jan. 31, 2025

[walter-hotgirl-white]

love shipping old dudes that hate each other. if no one else is shipping old dudes who hate each other, its me.

[scottxlogan]

@giftober 2024 | Day #15: "References". Tony Stark referencing pop culture.

[vettelsvee]

my first post being 22 had to be this one? maybe (in australia is already the 31st 😙, but not yet in my time zone aka spain)

[nerdbrazil]

[sluttyvroomballs]

Fuck it, life is too short to get therapy, go simp over men who are old enough to be your dad.

[mx-pastelwriting]

me: feeling like I'm using the words your and you too much, but I'm fucking writing in the second person.

[cevans-is-classic]

This felt like an actual Avengers team group call 🤣🤣🤣🤣

[blazeofbones]

everybody moved on but I've stayed here

The way Tony from the first moment they met knew Bruce was a good guy and not the monster that everybody thought he was 🥺

[biromantic-barbie]

the ORIGINAL SIX AVENGERS as featured in: THE AVENGERS ▪ AGE OF ULTRON ▪ INFINITY WAR▪ENDGAME.

Steve Rogers / Captain America (Chris Evans). Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson). Tony Stark / Iron Man (Robert Downey Jr). Clint Barton / Hawkeye (Jeremy Renner). Bruce Banner / The Hulk (Mark Ruffalo). Thor Odinson / God of Thunder (Chris Hemsworth).

do not repost/remove my username.

[loanebarnes]

for me, there are characters who have suffered so much that they either become gentle and take care of their girlfriends as if they were made of porcelain, with vanilla sex, etc…

or they turn that pain into pleasure until you have red marks all over your body and you’re crying for more while they tease you until you’re about to faint.

(i need to sleep…)

[yodaprod]

Tony Hawk and Mark Gonzalez at the Place de la Concorde Olympic Skate Park (07-29-2024)

[thousandyearphantombunker]

So I have to write a press release about a crisis for a fictional organization and I'm allowed to be as unrealistic as I want so long as its in AP format and I show off my crisis communication skills. I am basically treating this as a chance to write fanfic but I don't know what organization to chose so Tumblr gets to pick

[scottxlogan]