content warnings: smut MDNI!!!! prone boning, choking, bicep choking and biting, erm a little bit of alluded somno
side note: written for my beloved Olive!!! right up her alley, my Christmas present to she! and happy holidays to you guys <3
Lip doesn't mean to wake you.
And it's not his fault. You've been aware this day was coming since he told you. He took a fight outside of Chicago. It's a great opportunity.
It just means he's going to be gone for a couple of days.
Neither of you has really been without the other for more than a couple of days since you got together. He all but moved into your place as soon as you both started dating. He chipped in with rent, with groceries, with it all. Half his winnings for his family, half for you. He didn't need much, he was happy to give it all to you.
So it's safe to say you're all too aware when Lip gets out of bed.
You can't help the whine you let out at the loss of warmth, listening as Lip huffs from where he's finishing packing. You helped him get most of it done before getting... Distracted...
When you hear him shuffle within reach you stick your arm out, grabbing for him in the air. Lip's hand is quick to slide into yours and he's malleable as you drag him back onto the bed. You encourage him to lay on top of you, tugging him up your body.
He's easy to conform, wriggling his way on top of you. The side of his face rests against your head, winding his arms underneath you to hold you close to his chest. You can't help but wiggle your hips back against his, a subconscious action your body does with him this close to you.
You hear him groan above you, tugging your hips close. He huffs against your ear, "Mmm... Gotta go soon.. Can't, baby..."
He says this every time.. And every time.... He says it for show most of the time now, like a tease. Trying to trick you into whining and begging him to stay.
Lip is warm on top of you, hands moving to hold your hips tight as he grinds against your ass. You can feel his growing erection as he attempts to appease you but it's not enough.
"Lip.." You whine, bringing one of your hands to push at his. Trying to hook your thumb in your waistband and tug off your underwear.
"Baby, I don't know..." Lip mutters, groaning into your hair. "Don't think- Don't think I got time t-to fuck ya' proper.."
You groan at his words, pushing your hips back into him. Lip swears under his breath at your action, letting himself succumb to his more primal instincts and grinding into you.
"Jus' need a li'l bit.." You get out, managing to push around Lip's hand and tugging down your underwear with the best of your abilities. Lip grumbles in your hair as he lifts himself off you briefly, tugging your underwear off and tossing it to some corner.
He's back on you in a moment, sliding a hand around you and cupping your mound. You whine at the warmth of his palm, grinding down into his hand for some sense of pleasure.
"Look at ya..." Lip scoffs, dipping his fingers to collect your arousal from your core. It's embarrassing really, but you can't find it in yourself to care.
Just as you open your mouth to say something, Lip prods at your entrance with two of his fingers, slipping in with little resistance and starting a steady pace. In your half awake state it feels like heaven, bringing one of your hands to circle his wrist to ground yourself. The grinding of his hips against you forces yours to grind into his hand, whining at the sensation.
After a few minutes of this Lip slips his fingers out of you, making a noise of protest that's incoherent to your own ears. Lip gives you a quick kiss to the cheek before his weight is off you again. Surely he won't leave you like this?
"That's not what I meant by a little bit.." You complain, pushing yourself onto your forearms. Lip scoffs before you can look back at him.
"Y're so impatient.." He says, reaching over you to grab one of his pillows before lifting your hips and placing it under you. You inhale softly, eyes wide as you turn to look at him over your shoulder.
Lip is off the mattress, sliding his boxers off and leaving them on the floor before climbing back on the bed. His length resting against your ass makes you whine, grabbing your own pillow for grounding. Lip lowers his chest to your back, moving his hips back as he does so.
"Gotta make sure you remember me while I'm gone.." He whispers in your ear before pushing the head of his cock into your entrance. You can't the whine that leaves your lips as he pushes further into you, burying your face into the pillow while he burrows into you.
"Mm-mm.." Lip grunts, bringing a hand to grab at your chin, lifting your face out of the pillow. The tight grip on your jaw makes you groan, pushing back into his hips against your ass.
"Mhmm.." You groan at the angle and the feeling of Lip's length nudging deep inside of you. "Fuu-ck.."
"Yeah?" He asks you before pulling back and slamming his hips back into you. You can't muffle the squeal you let out with the way he has your head angled. Lip moves his hand from your jaw down to your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy.
It's not enough.
You whine at the dual sensation of lightheadedness and the way Lip is fucking into you. He moves his hand down to your clavicle, letting you babble his name incoherently. "Lip... More.."
"More?" He asks you, and you can picture the smug smirk on his face without seeing him.
"Mhmm," you groan, nodding quickly.
Lip huffs before you feel his weight against your back. The second sensation of his forearm wrapping around your throat drives you mad, making you gasp.
"Like this?" Lip chuckles as he picks up his pace, rutting into you in an animalistic way. You can't hold back the moans and whines slipping out of your mouth. You're going to get a noise complaint later...
You don't care. Not when Lip's bicep is in the perfect place for you to bite down on.
And you do, taking his arm in your mouth when you feel the telltale sign of your release. You know Lip knows too, by the way that he slows down to long, deep strokes.
You let go of his arm when your walls clench hard around his cock, hearing Lip grunt by your ear as you try and catch your breath.
Lip makes a few more noises next to your ear, always getting more vocal when he reached his own release. The feeling of him twitching as he grinds against you is enough to let you know how close he is.
It's a few rolls of his hips before you can feel the warmth of his release along your walls. The sound of his shallow thrusts are filthy, a mixture of both your releases slipping out with each movement. Lip loosens his arm, letting his hand fall to grip gently at your shoulder and pressing soft kisses against your neck.
The way he sets your upper half down is gentle, letting your head rest against your pillow. Your head is hazy with afterglow, eyes fluttering shut as you breathe deeply. The feeling of Lip's mouth against your skin is soothing, coaxing you deeper into sleep. It's a duet between his lips and the way he's twitching and nudging inside you.
"Mmh.." you groan as you feel him start rocking against you again. "Y'gotta go..."
Lip hums softly next to your ear.
"Gotta fight... 'nd I gotta sleep b'fore work..." Your words have little fight as they're muttered into your pillow, nuzzling your face into the fabric. The idea of Lip fucking you to sleep makes your stomach flip, you're already half way there.
"I know... But just gotta- huh... Gotta keep y'filled while I'm gone.. Make sure t'clean up b'fore I go..." Lip drags his tongue over a spot along your shoulder.
"S'okay..." You mutter, mind fuzzy as you teeter on the edge of sleep. "Won't let it go t'waste..."
Lip groans into your skin, snapping his hips sharply into yours.
Reminiscing on the memories in the Gallagher house.
It was the middle of the night and the southside of Chicago was quiet in a way it rarely was. The pair was sitting on the steps, Carl taking long drags of the blunt while you were sitting next to him wrapped in a random blanket from the couch. It didn’t seem like it at the moment but the world was moving faster than either of you knew how to handle. Fiona was gone, Kev and V were leaving and even though it was a fight, the house was going to sell. It was now more clear than ever that they were only in charge of so many things and how they reacted to the things around them.
“I can’t believe we're going to sell the house.” Carl shook his head.
“It’s less of a we. But it’s for the better.”
“This is the house we all grew up in.” He looked back at the door. “This is our home.”
“This is where you were traumatized.”
“It wasn’t all trauma.”
“Didn’t you run a dog nursing home in your basement?” You tilted your head. “Lose the house, a lot. Didn’t Monica-”
“Okay okay.” He settled back down. “But this is always where I fell in love with you.”
“You’ve told me you’ve fallen in love with me almost everywhere.”
“Because I have. I keep falling in love with you.” He puffed again. “This is the place where I really started to believe that you’d stay.”
“I told you I’ll always stay.”
“I remember the first time I bought you here. I thought for sure you were going to run away.” He looked like he was watching the scene in the sky. “You came from your nice house on the north side to one that was falling apart. You had such a light in your eyes until Debbie yelled at you.”
“That’s not fair. I brought donuts and she went on about how I thought I was better than her.”
“It was so cute, you brought donuts and sat on the couch talking to franny. You didn’t even flinch when you noticed the couch was as comfortable as the plywood under it.”
“Why would I say something bad about someone else's life? It wasn't hurting anyone.”
“Far from the plush couch in your living room.” He laughed. “It was then that I knew I loved you.”
“Oh that was the moment? Not the time I cooked dinner on the one working burner on the stove.”
“That’s another moment I fell in love with you. You said you were getting food not groceries. Then showed up with the stuff to make that greek bowl thing.”
“It was a chicken tzatziki bowl.”
“You were the first person in forever to go and cook in that kitchen. You were blowing dust off the seasonings. But you stood there and cooked dinner for my family. We just got lucky that the back left burner still works.”
“I think that’s where Liam stopped being weary of me. He stayed down here and talked to me that night when I did the dishes.”
“That was the other thing. You cooked in a real pan and we ate on real bowls that we didn’t even know we had.”
“I’ve spent enough time here that I wasn’t just going to cook for myself.”
“That was absolutely another time where I fell even more in love with you. But it was the night with you yelling that I knew you were gonna stay.”
“Oh god.” You buried your head in your hands knowing exactly where he was going.
“Debbie was not your biggest fan.”
“She still isn’t”
“She was like a foot away from you, telling you to go back to your house because you told her it wasn’t fair that she came slamming into the house in the middle of the night.”
“That wasn’t my best moment.”
“It was like 4 in the morning. She was slamming things being loud so you decided to be louder and yell at her.” He laughed a little. “She was cursing at you. Telling you to go back to your family if you didn’t like it here.”
“I shouldn’t have cursed back.”
“You should have because it was what you said. You told her that you would stay where you pleased and that you were with your family.” He looked at you, kissing the top of your head. “You called us, this broken house and me, your family.”
“I meant it, I always will.”
“That was when I knew you were staying. Without a doubt.”
Hey lovelies, requests are open! My guidelines are pinned to the top of the page!
Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!
A = Affection - How afectionate are they? Do they like recieving affection etc?
Ian is affectionate with his significant other. He likes to receive attention and will often instigate it. Ian's favorite time of affection would be hugs.
B = Bathing - Do they like to bathe or shower alone? What's it like to share a bath or shower with him?
Ian doesn't mind bathing and showering alone. He's used to it and as long as he clean that's what's important. You two tend to bathe and shower when you've not been spending a lot of time together.
C = Cooking - Can they cook? Do they like to cook? Would they cook for you? What type of dishes would they like to cook?
Ian can cook. It's not going to be anything fancy. But he can rustle something up. Ian's good at creating a meal with little ingredients. Ian can create good sandwiches and hearty food. It's important to note he makes a mean mac and cheese.
D = Dates - What type of dates would they like to go on? Do they like to plan dates? Be taken on dates? How frequently is date night? etc
Ian would like to go out on all sorts of dates. Dinner, going to a bar, doing something fun. He's okay with it all. Ian wouldn't mind planning dates, but he wouldn't appreciate having to do it all the time. Date night would be as frequent as possible.
E = Effort - How much effort do they put in? How do they show their efforts? Are they either an all out or all in kind of person?
Ian's someone who puts a lt of effot into someone as long as his feelings are strong enough. If the relationship is casual, he's not putting a lot of effort in. Yet if he believes the relationship is getting serious, he puts more effort into things.
F = Family - Do they want to have children? What would family life look like? How many children do they want? etc?
Ian values family highly. He wouldn't mind having children someday, but he's in no rush to. He would want to give them a stable life with a regular income and a stable home. If he decided to have children he'd have two or three.
G = Gentleman/Lady - How much of a gentleman/lady would they be? Would they hold out doors for you? Pull out your chair? Walk on the road side? etc
Ian doesn't actively or consciously try to be a gentleman. He does these things because he wants to. He doesn't see his behaviour as gentlemanly. He doesn't feel the need to do these things contionously. He just doesn't think it's a big thing.
H = Honeymoon - Where would they like to go on honeymoon? What would it look like? etc
Ian would want to go somewhere warm and hot. A nice sandy beach for the two of you to relax on it. You'd spend the honeymoon, exploring and enjoying the time away. Away from the choas and the drama.
I = I love you - How long would it take them to fall in love with you? How would they confess? Is it a big deal to them etc?
A few months. Ian would be aware of his growing feelings towards you. Him falling in love with you is a big deal to Ian. He confesses to you while you'll watching TV.
J = Jealously - How easily do they get jealous? What makes them jealous? How do they react when your jealous? etc,
Ian does get jealous. He doesn't like having people all over you or believing their allloed to flirt with you and cross boundaris. Ian has no issue confronting them and minding them you're with him. Ian would expect him to do the same.
K = Kisses - What kisses are they more likely to give? What kisses do they like to recieve? etc
Recieving - Public Kisses, Passionate kisses, short kisses, Morning Kisses
Giving - Slow kissses, public kisses, passionate kisses, long kisses.
L = Love Language - What's their love language(s)? What languages are they most receptive to?
Ian would be receptive to Acts of Service and Quality Time. You showing up for him and suport him means everything to him. It shows you're serious about him. On the other hand, Ian's love language would be Physical Touch and Quality Time. He wants to show you physically and show you he's willing to give time up to be with you.
M = Marriage - Do they want to get married? What would being married to them look like? Do they want a large or small wedding? etc
Ian would want to get married. He would want all of your family and friends to be there. Ian is not fussed about the smaller details. He wants it to be a day you'll both remember for all of the right reasons and not the wrong reasons.
N = Nicknames - What nicknames would they use for you? Do you give any to them?
For you - Babe, Baby, Sweetheart
For him - Handsome, Lover
O = Obvious - How obvious are they? What gives them away? Their face or actions?
Ian's actions would give him away. He wants to be around you more. He's asking after you when you're not there. He wants to include you in as much as possible because he wants to spend time with you.
P = Public Displays of Affection - Do they enjoy PDA? How comfotable are they with PDA?
ian is fond of PDA. He's not ashamed to how his affection towards you. He's not ashamed to show his afection towards you. He wants to hold your hand, to kiss you in public. People can make all of the comments they want. They can stare because at the end of the day as long as you're comfortable that's what matters to Ian.
Q = Quality Time - How do they like to spend quality time with you? How do they make time? Can they communicate effectively when they need quality time with you?
Both of you have jobs, you're both busy so making quality time for each other is important. Meeting up to share lunch break togther, relaxing after work. Seeing each other on the weekends. Ian is goodat vocalising when he believes you two are not seeing each other frequently enough.
R = Romantic - Do they consider themselves romantic?
Ian considers himself to be a romantic. He knows how to surprise you. He knows how to plan a romantic night for the two of you. He tries to show you throughout the year rather than solely on Valentines day.
S = Security - Do they feel secure in your relationship? What would they do if they didn't feel secure?
Ian doesn't always feel secure in your relationship but when he doesn't he knows he can seek advice from soemone to see if they can share light on how to help. On the other hand, if you didn't feel secure Ian would help you deal with your insecurities.
T = Tease - Do they like to tease you? If so, how?
Ian is always trying to rile you up. He gets a kick of getting under you're skin. It keeps the relationship fresh and exciting between you two. Both of you are respective of boundaries but you're both always attempting to one up each other.
U = Umbrella - Would they hold an umbrella for you? Would they kiss you in the rain? Dance with you in the rain?
Ian would kiss you in the rain. The two of you are soaked as the two of you get lost in one another. Ian wuld also dance with you in the rain with the two of you laughing and being goofy during a thunderstorm. Both carefree and laughing hysterically.
V = Vanity - How do they see themselves? Positively or negatively? What's their favourite part of their body etc?
Ian sees himself as a good looking man. He's positive in the way he looks. Ian appreciates his arms.He gets to hold you, to pull you closer toward him. To hug you, to do things for you with them. Overall, he's positive about who he is and the way he looks.
W = Whole - When you're apart do they feel like part of them is missing? How do they deal with being apart from you?
Ian misses you while you're away. Everyone around him notices the change in Ian. He's sad and more withdrawn. He misses you but he always works out a way to handle it. Spending more time with his family and trying to get things done. Ian definitely notices your gone. He would say it feels like a part of him is missing.
X = Xtra - An extra headcanon
When you and Ian fist meet, he already knew you were something special. He felt drawn to you in a way he couldn't explain. Your originally made him nervous and he had no idea how he was goingto get your number by the end of the night. Luckily, for Ian, Lip stepped in and acted his wingman.
Y = You - What do you they like most about you? Favourite body part etc?
Ian loves your smile. It makes his days better. It cheers him up on a bad day. The smile you have which he's realised is only reserved for him. It's paired with a twinkle in your eye. Ian also enjoys your desire to have fun. He especially loves how you keep him on his shoes.
Z = Zzzz - Sleeping headcanons
Ian sleeps on his stomach. So whenever, you two share a bed, he throws his arm and leg over you in order to touch you. If whatever reason you seperate, Ian will unconciously seek you out.
Um imagine de Shameless onde o leitor demonstra ingenuidade na superfície, sendo o estereótipo do bom garoto, mas que, na real, é um sociopata obcecado, que persegue Ian e cobra sentimentos/reciprocidade dele.
Eles são colegas de trabalho no mercadinho e mantém uma relação sem compromisso aos olhos do ruivo, mas o leitor, possessivo e instável, eleva as coisas a um patamar irreal, fermentando as próprias espectativas ao interpretar desejos como fatos acontecendo.
Adoro quando o leitor é o doido varrido da história 😭 a ideia brotou do nada na cachola enquanto eu bebia café (é sempre enquanto eu bebo café)
Oct. 11 — corruption kink with Sandy! — day 06/16 | divider by adornedwithlight
content tags: smut btc, fem reader, domme!Sandy, corruption kink duh (beginning of it), pet names (princess, baby girl, etc), f receiving oral, fingering
You'd been so... good, until Sandy Milkovich came into your life. That girl was everything your parents had warned you to stay away from when you were younger. Now, she was your... girlfriend? Situationship? Whatever you wanted to call it. Regardless, you were in deep.
"C'mon, baby, I just wanna eat your pretty little pussy," Sandy hummed in your ear as she played with your hair, holding you in her lap as the pair of you sat together on your bed. "I promise, princess, it'll feel really, really good."
You were a virgin— prior to Sandy, you hadn't done much than kiss a few people here or there. Sandy never pressured you, but it was obvious to you that she liked the idea of taking your virginity, claiming you as her own. And, well, you were definitely starting to come around to the idea yourself...
"You promise it won't hurt, right?" You asked softly.
"Promise, baby," Sandy reassured. "Gonna make my good girl feel so good."
Soon enough, Sandy had you laid out on your bed, you were on your back and she was ridding you of your fuzzy pajama bottoms that you had on.
"Yknow, when we're just hanging out alone, you really don't need to wear these," She hummed as she hooked her fingers into the sides of your panties.
"W-What? Panties?" You asked as she pulled them off of you.
"Yeah," Sandy muttered in return, looking up at you with a little grin. "I think that'd be hot, yknow?"
"Well, um... I'll think about it?" You murmured, looking down at Sandy shyly.
"Of course, baby girl, no pressure," She murmured softly.
Then, the time for talking was over, Sandy moved her face between your thighs. A bolt of electricity shot through your body as her tongue met your folds. It was a new sensation, but god it felt fucking good.
She was eating your cunt like a woman starved, you felt like you were going to explode. Thank god you were home alone with her.
To your surprise, one of Sandy's long, slender fingers started prodding at your entrance, causing you to gasp.
"S-Sandy?" You whimpered.
"You can tell me to stop, baby girl," She muttered.
You didn't want her to stop.
Your girlfriend smirked at you through the canyon of your thighs. "That's my naughty little princess."
cw: swearing, smoking, monica, mention of death, mention of pregnancy (karen's), a change-up of the scene in s2e8, mention of a knife, crying
word count: 3.0k
it's thick and husky; the immediate scent that filters through your nose and pulls your brows into a pointed 'v.' one that causes heavy limbs to clunk against one another and a low sigh to slip from your languid lungs.
a foot dangles off the precipice of the bunked mattress, its manicured toes curling at the bite of cool air that nips at them.
"hey. time to wake up." a rough slap to the sole of said foot tugs you immediately from the half-slumber you were lulling yourself into, and your eyes flash open.
"huh?"
"seven. time to get ready. you can wear fiona's clothes or something." a few fatigued blinks later, and the blurry figure in front of you is suddenly ian.
"fuck no, she hates me." it's a hiss between clenched teeth while you turn your cheek, nestling it into the pillow cushioning it.
"you don't seem the type to go to school in the same outfit, princess." another turn of your cheek, and you're observing as the ginger slips on an old t-shirt, a brown one sporting four tiny holes lined in succession along the left side of the hem.
"what have i said about calling me that?" you snipe, at last pulling yourself up into a seated position.
"nothing. you've said nothing. come on, let's go get breakfast and figure out what you're going to wear." he offers you an open palm, one that you take with a roll of your eyes.
"fuck off." you land on the hardwood with a low sigh, twisting your torso left and right to pop the various joints in your spine.
"i don't think i've ever heard you curse this much." ian barks in laughter, and then there's a clamber outside the door before it swings open to reveal lip.
"you decent? great, time for me to come in now." lip shoulders his way into the shared bedroom, hair an unruly mop atop his head, save for the soft wisps of curls that tendril around the nape of his neck.
"morning." your lips are pressing into a firm, straight line, fingers shifting anxiously around the rougher material of your t-shirt's hem.
"morning. breakfast is downstairs. steve made french toast and eggs." a deep sigh follows as the male dips down, ruffling through an old drawer for the day's clothing. "i suggest going down now, before carl eats it all, yeah?"
"right. yeah." you're flitting past him, the peak of your shoulder brushing by the thick muscle of the boy's bicep.
"...sorry." is your murmured apology, which is quickly followed by a dancing heat along the crests of your ears.
a grunt is the reply, one that downturns your lips but doesn't stall your movement forward.
"fiona's room is this one." ian instructs, a long finger wagging at the next door in view.
"what about my room?" the aforementioned brunette is near-breathless as she peaks her head out of her bedroom's doorframe, untamed curls tied back at the nape of her neck with an old maroon hair elastic.
she's close to bare, save for the large sweatshirt, soft blue in color, that settles below the swell of her bottom. if you were to squint, you'd see the black-and-pink polka dots of the underwear she's donning.
"just showing y/n where it is. hey listen, you got any clothes she can borrow for today?"
".. i'll get that back, washed, by tonight. but if it's really an inconvenience, i'll just run home." you attempt, nails scratching at a healing scab on your tricep.
"what, your clothes not good enough anymore?" she steps further out of the abode and warmth of her bedroom, revealing an armful of dirty laundry.
"fiona." ian's response is curt, eyebrows flashing upward as if to ward off the cruel demeanor she's wearing as armor.
"fine. there's a basket of clean laundry on the bed. take a gander." she waves a dismissive hand, turning her back to stalk down the steps. "i better not see a fuckin' pile on the floor though!" her retreating figure echoes.
your bare feet are rooted in place, eyes finding ian's condoling ones across the hallway. "just go, kid," he waves you forward. "you're alright."
after a few moments of sifting through the amalgamation of clothing, you settle on an old tank, weathered grey in color, and speckled with lace at the neckline, and a pair of cargo shorts to match.
"carl!" an angry voice bounces off the thin walls, one that belongs to the victim's elder sister as you trek down the steps. "what have i said about action figures in the toaster, huh? unless you plan on coughing up the extra money, i don't feel like buyin' another one."
"it's cool, fi." the young boy groans once he comes into your line of view, turning away from the kitchen appliance with the ruined toys melting into the paper plate in hand. "if i get them to finally fit together, i can make a mega-dude!"
ian scoffs, swapping out the boy's supposed masterpiece with a fresh plate of food - two sunny-side-up eggs coupled with two slices of french toast. "here. eat. we're going to be late for school."
carl takes it with a groan, going to sit down at the kitchen table. "no we won't."
"here." ian snorts in laughter, handing you your own plate. "this good?"
you mirror the soft smile that he wears. "more than enough. thank you."
"don't thank him, thank steve." fiona snips, french toast garbling her speech when she takes a bite.
"thanks, steve." you wave a grateful hand at the man before going to sit down, tucking a heel under your bottom.
you've taken a few bites of your gifted food when you notice carl across from you, finger prodding at the viscous yellow of his egg yolk. at that, you look inquisitively at lip, who's bounding down the stairs, short-sleeved button-up curled around his shoulders.
"he thinks they're boobs." he collapses into a kitchen chair, rolling socks over his feet. "don't disturb him."
"right." you nod. "and where's debbie?"
"coming soon. she has a baby to feed." you finish your plate of food, and the comment presses a startled look onto your features. "excuse me?"
"she has like five baby dolls." fiona explains with a sigh. "don't worry about it, she'll be fine."
you nod. "right, yeah."
steve claps his palms in an echoing boom, a joyous grin tugging at his lips. "alright, who's ready for school?"
-
the next few months pass by, with school roaring its angry head at you, and the gallaghers, particularly the elder ones, slowly warming up to you.
mickey's an asshole - something you aren't particularly shocked about - and lip is an evergrowing lump in your side.
that of a malignant or benign one, you're unaware, and that simple fact in itself is an incessant bother. but you figure it's customary - given that his so-called girlfriend is growing larger with every month of her pregnancy.
"you're a little bitch, that's what." mickey leans across the table to snub out the dying cigarette pinched between his fingertips.
you scowl, throwing the stack of cards onto the weathered wood. "because i don't know how to play poker? you're fucked."
ian nudges your foot with his own, sucking at his teeth and eyebrows flashing upward. "you're turning into mickey."
before either of you can retort, the door swings open, revealing fiona with the two younger kids. "jesus christ." she hisses, shrugging off her fraying winter coat, dropping her tote at the door. "fuckin' cold is bustin' my ass."
"how was work?" you inquire from the couch, turning away from the cursing boy to your right and instead facing the three while they shed their winter gear.
the woman's lips spread into a sympathetic smile. "alright. you pass that exam?"
you pull your shoulders up in a shrug. "somewhat."
ian speaks next. "hey, have you stopped at sheil's at all? seen how grammy's doing?"
"frank's going crazy. let me tell you." fiona snorts, toeing off her shoes. "it's beautiful. but grammy will be gone soon enough."
at the sound of frank, mickey sinks further into the couch, an irate look playing at his features while ian glances over at him. the gallagher father had quite the mouth, and it was a question of whether or not he was going to run it with respect to their shared relationship. ian just recently convinced the boy to ease off on the murderous intentions.
carl and debbie race up the steps, carl's waggling fingers taunting around debbie's ankle in their competition.
"what about karen? is she doing alright? how's the baby?" you push further.
fiona releases a perturbed groan. "don't even get me started on that... whatever. what-the-fuck-ever." she swings her satchel back up onto the kitchen counter before padding over the collection of you to sit down.
she practically melts into the couch with a fatigued groan, hand coming up to rub at the growing tension between her brows.
"what happened?" you fully turn to the female. "is she okay? is lip?"
"they're fine. but lip went and got himself fucking expelled. karen's on a rampage on figuring out how to pawn off this baby to the richest family she can get her fingers on. lip's trying to help, or whatever the fuck that means."
you scowl, spine straightening a bit as you sit up. "lip got expelled?"
fiona releases another sigh. "i thought he'd get his head out of his ass and take the deal i offered. i've been workin' my ass off trying to figure out how to get this goddamn GED. fuck!"
"so what are you going to do?" your voice is meek as you twist snakes in your lap.
fiona's head drops. "his job is school. he goes to school or he leaves."
ian's head snaps over. "fiona-"
fiona throws her hands up. "no, i've had enough of this. i'm done. i'm done." the back door opens, showing steve hiding behind it. "do you guys having a paring knife?"
"you're not cooking." the man's girlfriend retorts, lips set in a perturbed scowl.
then, as if by coincidence, the front door clambers open, lip the assailant, and the action yanks the eldest sibling to her feet. "expelled?"
her younger brother pauses in his movement, right foot hovering over the first step of the stairs. "fine. you win."
her arms cross over her chest. "i win?"
"i lose. you happy?" lip's eyebrows flash up in malicious intent.
"yeah, well, you're lucky for a loser. mr. healey got you into another school."
"yeah, i'm not going."
"lip, you should really-" you attempt to weasel in, rising from the couch.
he points an angry finger in your direction. "butt the fuck out. i don't need shit from you. you and your uppity, little-"
"hey!" fiona snaps. "you're going"
"i'm not. the fuck else you want me to say?" lip scoffs, hands falling to his sides in an exasperated slap.
fiona continues on. "you're finishing high school."
"i've done an entire year more than you!" the man's lips curl back in an angry snarl, a flame roaring behind his tired irises.
"this isn't about me!"
"so why is it on me, huh? no, i'll pull my weight but i'm not gonna be some fucking golden goose!"
the raising level of voices is pushing you back into the weathered cushion of the couch, heart hammering, petrified, behind the confines of your rib cage.
"school, or out." fiona's jaw clicks at it settles into place.
for the first time during the conversation, there's a quiet response. "what?"
"school, or out. my job is to keep this family running. bustin' my ass, working eight jobs to make meals! to keep things straight! your job is school. so school, or leave."
lip's response is wordless as he finally turns to ascend the creaky steps, footsteps pounding with irritation and anger. everyone present seems to release a low sigh of relief, respectively turning back to enter the kitchen to start dinner.
but then there's another thundering down the steps, and everyone's looking back over. "what are you doing?" fiona's voice is now swimming in obscured trepidation, but still thick with perturbance.
"well.." lip starts, shoving various items into the tattered back in hand. "i'm not going back to school so.. so i guess that means i'm leaving. bye."
the door slams angrily back into its hinges as he exits the home, carl quickly following after him. fiona pauses, tears sheening over her sodden optics with the threat of descent when she finds your gaze.
you press your lips into a straight line, eyes wrinkling with a sad simper. mickey stands to the side awkwardly, arms crossed and eyes finding anything else but the family members.
steve goes to comfort his girlfriend as ian works his thumbs into debbie's trembling shoulders, the young girl attempting to refrain from blubbering.
you reach forward, urging her closer. "c'mere, sweetheart."
she comes bounding forward, arms reaching out and eventually curling around your torso; nose burrowing into your sternum.
she presses herself tightly against you, allowing despairing sobs to pull at her vocal cords, tears heavy as they seep into the fabric of your blouse. "it's alright, debs. everything's alright."
"no it's not!" she argues, her grip on you tightening. "he left and he's never coming back."
your fingers card through her unruly curls, scratching at her scalp. "he'll come back, sweetheart. you'll see him. he's not going to be gone forever."
she's silent for a few beats, save for her whimpering sniffles, with which you use to soothe a thumb over her damp cheeks. "come on, love. how about we go upstairs? get ready for bed?"
"i don't want to go to bed if he's not here." the voice is not the young girl's but instead carl's, the dejected boy hovering by the front door, hand still on the cold handle.
ian sighs to your right, but you beat him to the punch. "i understand. how about we go and get ready for bed anyway and see where that takes us? i'll stay up all night if that's what you need."
their older brother seals his lips shut, seeing the way carl's eyes glimmer with forlorn hope, and goes to take responsibility of liam instead. "come on, let's get upstairs." you pull away from the redhead to gently push her up the stairs, where fiona and steve already find themselves.
once debbie has nearly finished her ascent, you go to get carl, but rather than taking your extended palm, he pushes further, colliding into you with enough strength to force a step back. you hesitate to cradle him closer, hand hovering over his hat-clad head, but soon he's breaking down with sobs.
"oh carl," your voice warbles with sympathetic pain. "it's okay, buddy. i promise. it's okay to cry."
"i don't want to." he sniffs, but his grip is relentless. "i can't help it."
you choose to rub his back instead. "we'll figure this out, alright? i'll be here the entire time."
he nods once and then retracts. "okay." he knuckles angrily at his rouging optics.
"okay, bud." you coo. "let's just get you in some comfy clothes, alright?"
carl nods once more, and then turns to nearly trip up the stairs.
despite the fatigue that weighs your limbs and eyelids down, you stay up with the pair until they're ready to sleep. debbie's the first to go, all whimpers and tears while you sit by her side and coax a hand up and down her spine until they cease.
then it's carl, and although he doesn't want the same level of comfort as his sister, he still seeks your soothing presence. he would never admit to this level of vulnerability to a soul in the future, but tonight, he wants your hand. he speaks not a word, his smaller hand just gripping yours with such fervor you're worried it'll take hours to regain feeling.
but it does the trick, and he falls asleep within a span of 20 minutes, and you're eventually able to ease your sore appendage from his tight hold and slip away.
liam is long asleep at that point, mickey gone, and ian's found on his own twin bed, head buried between his palms. "fuck."
"i know." you sigh, padding over to the redhead to offer some solace. "we'll deal with it soon. but for now, we should get some sleep. come on, kid, let's get to it." you clap an empathetic hand onto his slouching shoulder.
his lips break into a slight smile. "nice name."
"thanks, i got it from a friend."
the next few days are cumbrous, to put it lightly; each of the family members struggling immensely with the sudden absence of the eldest brother.
to fiona's request, you've been staying over in a silly attempt to fill the momentary gap of lip's truancy, much to the appreciation of the younger gallaghers.
however, one morning, you're awoken to heavy noise downstairs, one that forces your head to peek out of the door frame on the saturday morning. "is that lip?" fiona breathes from her room, irises dancing with hopeful delight.
you pull your shoulders up in a shrug, quickly following the woman in her clamber down the steps and into the kitchen. "lip?" she calls out into the room, hugging her sweater close to her shivering figure.
yet, when you catch up with her quick feet, you find someone other than lip. one that forces fiona's visage into a muddle of mixed emotions.
monica sets down her plate of waffles. "good morning, sweetheart. who's this?"
