#carl gallagher fanfiction

[voidpetrova]

watch your back — carl gallagher x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, drunk sex, body worship, vouyerism, masturbation, squirting, dirty talk, lip is a perv, all the characters in the fic are over the legal age of consent

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synopsis: one of the gallagher brothers is having their way with you, while one of the others can only stand by and wish it were them

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the neon lights of the alibi room flickered behind you as you stumbled down the dimly lit sidewalk, carl's arm draped over your shoulders for balance. laughter bubbled up from both of you as the alcohol in your systems worked its magic, making every step an adventure in itself. the night air was cool, a welcome relief from the warmth of the bar.

“did you see the look on kev's face when he dropped that tray?” carl slurred, his words tinged with amusement.

you stiffled your laughter, a giggle escaping your lips. “and how v nearly tackled him for it? classic.”

carl's grin widened as he gazed down at you, his eyes slightly glazed but filled with affection. “you're fucking amazing, you know that?” you leaned into him, playfully nudging his side. “only when i'm three shots and a cocktail in.”

as you reached the front door of the gallagher household, carl fumbled with the keys for a moment before finally managing to unlock it. the door swung open, revealing the familiar chaos of the home. you both stumbled inside, laughter echoing through the hallway.

“home sweet home,” carl declared, his arm still draped over your shoulders as he led you further into the house.

you both swayed slightly as you made your way to the kitchen, the room bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. the scent of leftover takeout and a hint of spilled beer lingered in the air.

“can you get me a beer?” you slurred as you dropped down to the kitchen floor, legs spread in a manner you would have thought twice about if you were sober. carl shot you a smile, already two steps ahead of you as he waved the bottle that was already in his hand before throwing it at you. “you know me so well.”

he cackled at the way you nearly dropped the bottle, shaking his head. “dude, you're fucking wasted.” With a playful roll of your eyes, you managed to pop the cap off the beer and take a long swig, a contented sigh escaping your lips. “i'm living my best life right now.”

while your laughter grew louder, lip gallagher felt himself stirring from his sleep in the room upstairs, his curiosity piqued by the commotion. your whispers and laughter, though still playful, became a bit too raucous, the noise gradually seeping into lip's consciousness. he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he got up from the makeshift bed he'd crashed on earlier in the night. groggily, he shuffled into the kitchen, his disheveled appearance drawing no attention from you two. you hadn't even notice him there. he wanted to say something, but he froze in his tracks when he saw you with his brother.

“this is the last time i let you go out like this,” carl slurred, referring to what you were wearing. it was nothing too scandalous, but he knew he couldn't look away when your breasts were pushed up together, spilling out of your dress, the fabric outlining your ass and waist in the worst way possible. “had the nerve to beat up about 12 different guys tonight.””

your laughter bubbled up again as you playfully nudged carl, the flirtatious energy between you two palpable as you climbed into his lap, snaking your arms around his neck. “you really are my hero.” carl smirked, his fingers grazing the exposed skin of your thigh. “damn right.”

lip, still standing unnoticed in the doorway, a mixture of amusement and disbelief settling over him. the sight before him was unexpected, to say the least. he had no idea things had progressed this far between you and carl. he knew he needed to look away, but all he could do was stand there and watch. he watched the way your bare thighs hung out exposed, tits poking out from the side, your ass pressed against his brother's jeans. he swallowed his nervousness, ignoring the way his jeans tightened at the sight of you.

as the flirtatious banter and playful teasing continued to fill the air, the magnetic pull between you and carl seemed to intensify. his fingers gently traced the curve of your jaw, his touch sending shivers down your spine. you felt your breath hitch as his gaze locked onto yours, the world around you narrowing to focus solely on each other.

without a word, his lips descended towards yours, his movements slow and deliberate. the anticipation was almost unbearable, your heart pounding in your chest as your lips grew tantalizingly close. the soft warmth of his breath danced across your skin, and then, finally, his lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.

the sensation was electric, a rush of warmth flooding your senses as your lips moved against his. the kiss started tenderly, as if testing the waters, but the desire between you both quickly overtook any hesitation. his fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you in closer, and your arms wound around his neck, drawing him impossibly near.

his lips were soft yet demanding, a perfect balance between urgency and gentleness. each press of his mouth against yours sent waves of heat through your body, the chemistry between you igniting like a wildfire. your lips moved in sync, a rhythm born from unspoken longing and shared attraction.

carl's kiss deepened, his tongue gently seeking entrance, and you parted your lips with a soft sigh. the taste of him was intoxicating, the mingling of desire and the faintest hint of alcohol creating a heady concoction. your tongues danced together in a sensuous exploration, a dance that felt both familiar and new.

time seemed to slow as the kiss deepened further, the world outside the kitchen fading into obscurity. the room was filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and the wet, delicious sounds of your mouths moving against each other. every touch, every sensation, seemed to reverberate through your entire being.

your fingers traced the contours of his strong jaw, the heat of his skin searing into your memory. his grip on you tightened, his hand moving from your hair to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer as he began to lift your dress. the intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, a combination of pent-up desire and the freedom that came with the intoxicating mix of alcohol and desire. lip was still watching from the sidelines—of course, he wasn't watching his brother. he was watching you, the tightness in his boxers waking him up fully.

“take it off, princess,” carl snarled into your mouth, slurring his words ever so slightly. “take the dress off for daddy.” lip mentally cursed himself as he watched, only able to beg the man above to bring this to a halt. he wished that you wouldn't comply, so that he could look away and retreat back to his room, but when he heard you giggle, he knew there was no going back.

you pulled the dress off your head, discarding it onto the floor, leaving you in nothing but a bra and thong. carl groaned at the sight of you, feeling the way his jeans only grew tighter and tighter, but he wasn't the only one losing his cool.

from the sidelines, lip whispered a quiet “fuck,” under his breath as he admired your curves, all of you. you were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, and he couldn't do much about it. the only thing he could do was quietly pull his pajama bottoms down, along with his boxers. he quietly hissed at the cool air caressing his bare cock, but he couldn't resist himself. he needed you to take care of his urges.

“all mine,” carl groaned as he pulled you in for another aggressive kiss. he groped your tits with a force that was bound to bruise you, exploring your mouth with his tongue. your bra came off in an instant, bare tits now free to hang right under his chin. he switched positions, with him now practically on top of you, but your back pressed to the kitchen drawers. “need you so fucking bad.”

lip watched you from an amazing angle, his spit-slicked hand stroking his cock in slow, agonizing motions. he watched you from the side, admiring the way moans passed your lips, tits bouncing with every move. he licked his lips, stiffling grunts as he jerked himself off.

carl's hands roamed your body, groping everything he could touch. he left a trail of kisses down your stomach before sliding your panties down with his teeth. “jesus fucking christ,” he practically moaned as he admired your pussy. “dripping all over the fucking floor.” his words only fueled lip's experience, and he was right, you were gonna stain the tiles with your slick. you whined as his hot breath fanned your core, lips leaving faint kisses along your inner thighs before his tongue began prodding your clit. “can't help it, daddy,” your fingers tugged at his blond locks, pulling him in closer with a groan of delight. “need you to fuck me so bad.”

lip sighed as your voice filled his ears, spoiling himself by massaging his balls and taunting thebslit of his dick. all he could think about was you—on your knees, helping him out with the same generosity carl was used to.

“you want daddy to fuck you, huh?” you nodded eagerly, pressing one of your bare feet to his crotch and he quickly began undoing his belt. “so needy you can't wait five minutes, huh princess?” you shook your head, desperate sounds leaving you as you pressed your bare back against the cold wall.

“so needy, daddy, need you right now,” you moaned in response. carl grinned, sliding his bottoms off with no hesitation before crawling back towards you, his lips inches away from yours. he positioned the head of his dick right on top of your entrance, but didn't push in, staying right where he was. “gonna let daddy tear your pussy up, huh?” you nodded, smiling right back at him with nothing but a playful glint in your eyes. “i'm gonna let daddy use my pussy and fill me up,” you both smiled before he pressed his lips to yours, engaging in another passionate kiss.

lip couldn't believe the filth that was coming out of your mouth. it had exposed him to a side of you he never knew existed. the same girl who used to sing liam to sleep, was now fueling his need to cum. his hair stuck to his forehead as he pumped his dick, watching the way your legs were spread, wet pussy shimmering with carl's dick placed on your clit. he couldn't wait to see and hear you get fucked.

“gonna ruin you,” carl groaned as he grabbed his shaft. it only took a second for him to bury himself into the depths of your pussy, all the way from his tip to his balls. you let out a cry of ecstasy, holding onto his shoulders for support. he was now seated on the floor, his back against the counter with you in his lap. “bounce on daddy's dick now, okay?”

you leaned back, moans passing your lips as you arched your back, now bouncing up and down on his cock. you shuddered as you did so, the angle setting off fireworks in your stomach. you sped up the pace, carl grunting as he tilted his hips upward, now meeting your bounces with thrusts. you locked your fingers in his hair, pulling him into your tits. he didn't hesitate to suck on them, marking the fat and biting your hardened nipples. you couldn't help but squeal at the overwhelming feeling of your pussy sucking him in.

“look at you, taking my dick so well,” he wasn't the only one looking at you. lip trembled as he continued to ferociously pump his cock, watching the way you kept bouncing. he watched the way your greedy cunt sucked up his brother's dick, the way your tits and ass bounced along with you, the wsy the counter shook from your brutal movements. he couldn't help himself—he would've given his liver to switch places with carl, for a chance to make you feel good. “you like the way daddy fucks you?”

you nodded feverishly, your bounces quickening in order to match his harsh thrusts. you spread your legs, giving your boyfriend and uninvited visitor a good look at the way your pussy took his dick—the way it disappeared inside you and came back for a split second, the way he was soaked in your juices. you began to whimper, a familiar sensation in your stomach forming. “i can't, i'm gonna cum,” you whined, holding onto carl's legs for support.

he had taken ahold of your hips, now thrusting inside you on his terms. he groaned loudly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, refusing to let go. “i'm gonna cum, too,” he announced, but he didn't stop. he didn't stop pounding into you, burying his thick cock until it was slamming into your cervix. he didn't stop until his brain went foggy and your cries were his only source of sense. “doing so good for me, baby, come on. cum on daddy's dick, baby. yeah,” he sputtered out words of encouragement until you were practically sobbing his name.

when you came, lip came, too. he stood in the doorway, his fist in the shape of a tight hole that was no match for you, draining the rest of the cum he had pent up inside him. he came with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, suppressing the sounds threatening to catch your attention. he milked his orgasm dry, getting every last drop that he had wasted on you. he came happily, knowing his last sight was a good one—with you drenching yourself in your own arousal.

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[itsmealaiah]

Come over later

a/n: first carl smut, kind of nervous.

tags/ warnings: p in v, cursing, making out, begging, usual smut features.

MDNI ⚠️

Your POV:

"Hey, Y/N. How's it going?" Carl asked as he leaned against the locker beside mine, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I couldn't help but smile back. We'd been friends for years, and even though he could be a total pain sometimes, there was something about him that just drew me in.

"Good, you?" I replied, trying to sound casual even though my heart was racing a little faster than usual.

"Oh, you know, just fantasizing about you doing your homework in my bedroom," he said with a wink, making me feel a mix of embarrassed and… weirdly turned on. I rolled my eyes and playfully hit him on the arm.

"Very funny, Gallagher. Now, can I get by my locker or what?" I teased, but he didn't let me get too far. He grabbed my wrist gently, his touch sending shivers down my spine, and pulled me closer.

"Actually, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," he said, his voice low and serious for once. "Do you want to come over to my house tonight and, you know, help me with some homework?" His expression was so sincere that for a moment, I almost believed him. Almost.

I glanced around to make sure nobody was paying attention, then leaned in closer. "I don't know, Carl… What kind of 'help' are we talking about here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he bit his lower lip before responding.

"Well, you know… maybe we could just study together… and maybe take little breaks to, you know, clear our heads or something?" He gave me his most charming smile, and my heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Oh, really?" I pretended to consider it. "Well, I guess I could always use some extra help. And who knows? Maybe I'll learn a thing or two about getting distracted from my homework." I winked back at him, and he grinned wider.

"Deal," he said, his voice a little huskier than usual.

I spent the rest of the day feeling incredibly nervous and excited in equal measure. Every time I thought about what might happen at Carl's house, my heart would race and my stomach would flutter. It wasn't like I had never been with him before, but this felt different somehow. More intense.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of the school day, and I gathered my things quickly, eager to get to Carl's house and find out what he had planned for us. I didn't even mind that it was a Friday night and I could have been out with my friends. All I could think about was seeing him again.

I arrived at his house a few minutes early, my heart pounding in my chest. He opened the door and smiled when he saw me. "Hey, Y/N. Come on in." He stepped aside to let me enter, and I walked past him into his cozy living room. He shut the door behind me and locked it, throwing me a mischievous grin.

"So," I said, trying to sound casual, even though I felt anything but. "What exactly do you need help with?"

Carl walked over to the couch and plopped down, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Oh, you know, just some math homework. But if you're not feeling up for it…" His voice trailed off suggestively, and he looked me up and down, making my skin tingle. "We could always do something else to help each other focus."

I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "I guess that could be fun," I managed to say, trying to sound confident even though my heart was racing. I took a step closer to him, feeling the distance between us shrink. "So, what do you want to do first?"

He glanced up at me, his eyes darkening. "Well, we could start with a little bit of this…" He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue darting out to explore my mouth. I gasped into the kiss, my hands finding their way up to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

As our kiss deepened, I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and a shiver of desire ran down my spine. I wanted him so badly, but I also wanted to take my time and enjoy every moment. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and gazed into his eyes. "Carl…," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. "I want you."

He smiled, his eyes burning with lust. "I know you do, baby. But first, let's get you a little more comfortable." With that, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on his nightstand. The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled and rumpled. It looked like he hadn't made it in days.

Carl set me down on the edge of the bed, his hands running up my thighs, over my hips, and around my waist, pulling me closer. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered, leaning in to kiss my neck. "I've wanted this for so long."

His touch sent shivers of desire coursing through my body, and I arched my back, pressing myself against him. He groaned into my neck, his hands moving to unbutton my blouse. "God, you feel so good," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

As he slid my blouse off my shoulders, revealing my lacy black bra, I reached up to unfasten his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine. His chest was smooth and warm, and I ran my hands up and down it, reveling in the feeling of his muscles tensing beneath my touch.

He cupped my breasts through the lace, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden. "You're so responsive," he breathed, leaning in to kiss one of them. I moaned into his kiss, arching my back further, my hips grinding against his.

He broke the kiss, his gaze traveling down to where I was aching for him. "You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to be inside you."

He reached down and slowly pulled my pants and panties down my legs, tossing them aside. His erection was standing tall and hard, and I could feel the heat of him against my thigh. I reached down and took him in my hand, stroking him slowly, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin beneath my fingers.

"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, his hips bucking forward. "I want to feel you around me, baby. I want to be inside you." He leaned in and kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands moved to unfasten my bra. He pulled it off, revealing my bare breasts to the cool air of the room.

He lowered himself onto the bed beside me, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His gaze was intense, his eyes dark and heavy with desire. Without another word, he positioned himself between my legs, his hardness pressing against my wetness.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice rough with need. I nodded, my heart pounding in anticipation. He smiled, leaning forward to kiss me tenderly before guiding himself inside me. I gasped at the sensation of being filled by him, feeling the stretch of my body as he slid deeper and deeper. He paused, looking down at me with a mix of awe and lust.

"You're so tight," he breathed. "So perfect." He began to move, slowly at first, his hips thrusting in a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts, wanting more.

As we moved together, our skin slipped against each other's, creating a delicious friction that only heightened the sensation. His hands found their way to my hips, holding me firmly as he drove into me, his pace growing faster and more urgent. I could feel the tension building inside me, the familiar tightness in my core as I neared my climax.

"Carl…," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm close…"

He groaned, his hips moving faster as he felt me begin to tighten around him. "Me too, baby. Let go. Let it out." His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, as he fought to control his own release. I could feel his sweat trickling down my back, his muscles tensing under my touch.

The room spun, the world fading away except for the feel of his skin on mine, the slide of our bodies together. I arched my back, my back muscles tensing as I cried out in ecstasy. "Carl!"

His name left my lips as my body convulsed around him, and he followed, his breath hitching as he released himself deep inside me. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, our rhythm becoming more fluid with each passing moment.

He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his expression a mix of satisfaction and awe. "You feel so good," he whispered, his fingers trailing down my stomach to my center. He began to stroke me gently, and I arched into his touch, my hips lifting off the bed in response.

"Carl," I moaned, my voice barely more than a breath. "I need you."

He kissed me again, this time more urgently, before rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I straddled his hips, feeling the hardness of him beneath me as he guided me down onto him. Our skin slid against each other, the friction almost unbearable.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense. "That's it," he breathed. "Fuck, you feel so good." His hands found their way to my hips, holding me firmly as he began to move up into me, meeting my downward thrusts. The rhythm was fast and urgent, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

As I rode him, I felt the weight of his hands on my hips, guiding me, urging me to go faster. I arched my back, moaning his name as pleasure coursed through me. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a primal reminder of the raw desire that bound us together.

His mouth found mine, his tongue tangling with mine as he drove deeper, harder. I could feel the tension building inside me again, the familiar tightening in my core. I knew I was close, so close to another release.

I moved my hips faster, lost in the sensation of being so completely connected to him. I could feel the warmth spreading between us, a testament to the intimacy we shared in this moment. His grip on my hips tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt me begin to tighten around him.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent. "cum f'me"

I arched my back, my nails digging into his shoulders as I felt the familiar tightening in my core. "Carl," I moaned, my voice ragged and pleading. He answered with a groan, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deep and powerful. I could feel the tension building inside me, ready to explode. I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him even deeper, as if I could touch his soul.

His kisses were soft and demanding, his tongue dancing with mine. The air was thick with the scent of our sweat and desire, and I felt myself growing closer and closer to the edge. His hands moved up my body, cupping my breasts, and I could feel my nipples harden against his palm.

"That's it," he murmured, his hips thrusting deep into me. "Give it to me."

I could feel the pressure building inside me, my body trembling with the effort of containing it. With one last thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his eyes locked on mine as he felt my muscles clench around him. The sensation was overwhelming, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came apart in his arms.

"Carl," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I love you."

His answer was a groan as he followed me over the edge, his hips snapping against mine in a final, powerful thrust. He collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together.

"I love you too," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "So much."

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[andreafmn]

Kinktober ⛓️ Day 3

Word Count: 2.5K Paring:  Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Hate Sex WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI),  p-in-v sex, foul language, reader is technically underage

Summary: There is no one that (Y/N) despises more than Philip Gallagher, but having his brother as her best friend forces them in close proximity more than they would like. Or maybe they do?

A/N: This is set some time during season 3 so Lip is around 18 and reader would be 17 since she's contemporary with Ian's age, so do with that what you will.

<- Previous

“Yo, Ian,” Lip’s voice rang through the house. “You’re girlfriend’s here!”

“Oh, fuck off, Lip,” (Y/N) said as she bumped past him into the Gallagher home. “I know you wish I was here to see you, but I don’t do charity work on Tuesdays.” 

“Fuck you, (Y/L/N). You’d be lucky if I was the one you were studying with.” 

“Of course, the genius Philip Gallagher that doesn’t even want to go to college,” she snickered, stopping at the rest on the stairs. “I’ll take my chances with my own brain. Thanks.”  

“You’ll regret helping Ian with math,” he called as he walked to the front door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

With an exasperated scoff, (Y/N) walked up the rest of the stairs, clutching her backpack tighter than she should have. She didn’t understand why she and the older Gallagher son didn’t get along. She had a wonderful relationship with everyone else in the family –even Frank was courteous enough with her– but something never clicked with Lip. Every time they were in close proximity, they would bicker and fight until someone else got in the way. It made it especially difficult when (Y/N) came over to spend time with Ian. 

She would never say she hated Lip. But the sentiment was close enough that others would notice. Between the terrible side-eyes and the snide comments, being around the two could easily become suffocating. Granted, everyone but them knew what was truly happening. They had met their match in each other but were too stubborn to admit it. 

“You ran into Lip, didn’t you?” Ian chuckled as his friend walked into his room. “It’s all over your face.” 

“Unfortunately, I did,” she sighed, plopping down next to him on the floor. “But he seemed to be going somewhere, so I didn’t have to talk to him for much.” 

“Just long enough to make sure you got annoyed. Perfect mood to study Geometry with you.” 

“Fuck you, I’m always a delight.” 

“Sure. Until you spend a second with Lip, and then everything goes to shit.” 

“Shut up, Ian,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If you want me to help you study, you’ll stop talking about your despicable brother, Phillip.” 

Hours passed between textbooks and worksheets, notebooks and loose papers, and somehow the bright afternoon sun had shifted into night. Ian had already gone to bed, tired from a long day of shapes and mathematical equations. Almost everyone in the house had done the same, tucked into bed early, which was a luxury for anyone on the South Side. 

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still wide awake, taking advantage of the tiredness of the family to use up what was left of the hot water. She could have gone home, to her packed house and probably cold water, but she found comfort staying with the Gallaghers. The family was a melting pot of chaos, there were more fights than a WWE ring, and every single day brought a different kind of adventure. Her house had all of that, except the real warmth of a family. And being there made her feel like she was a part of something. 

The water ran across her skin, soothing the tight muscles that stiffened her body. The smell of soap filled her nose as she lathered herself, and she was glad that the bar seemed new still. They were small luxuries that she was grateful she could partake in every once in a while. And in the quiet of the night, it was almost peaceful.

Until a sound that did not fit into her spa-like scenario filled the air. From behind the curtain, she could hear a strong stream of liquid falling into the toilet. But she knew she had locked the door —not that it would have worked in that house anyway. 

She moved the curtain slightly to reveal Lip standing in front of the toilet. “What the fuck are you doing?” (Y/N) exclaimed, making sure her body was covered. “Can’t you see I’m using the bathroom?” 

“You’re in the shower. Toilet was up for grabs.” 

“Why couldn’t you have gone downstairs?” 

“Because I was already upstairs,” he shrugged, shaking his cock above the toilet as he finished. “Stop gawking, (Y/N). I know it’s impressive, but staring is kind of rude.” 

“Fuck you, Lip. I’ve seen better,” she said, closing the curtain to conceal the way her skin was flushing. “I’ve definitely been with better.” 

“Keep telling yourself that,” he snickered, turning on the sink. “But we both know the guys you’ve fucked are not exactly Adonises.”

“You’re such an asshole, Lip,” she scoffed. “If you’re gonna be here, at least pass me my towel.”

“Why should I? You can just step out.” 

“You’re not seeing me naked, Lip.” 

“It’s only fair,” he chuckled. “You saw mine, I get to see yours.” 

“Stop being a perv, Lip. I’m not one of those chicks you fuck for fun. I actually have standards.” 

“Right, and they’re so high, right?”

“They are.” 

“Is that why you fucked Billy Spencer two months ago or lost your v-card with Jesse Suarez in his car? Yeah, those standards are skyscraping high.” 

In a fit of rage, (Y/N) ripped the curtain open and sauntered out of the tub, getting as close to Lip as possible. “You don’t get to fucking judge my decisions, Philip,” she spat, jabbing her index finger against his chest. “Who I sleep with or don’t sleep with is none of your business. And you sure as hell are one to talk. Your list is not the most pristine, either. Starting with Karen, for example.”

“Don’t you fucking talk about her,” he said through gritted teeth, pushing back on her as she had. “You don’t talk about her.” 

“What? You can dish it out but can’t fucking take it, huh?”

“I can take whatever you fucking throw at me, (Y/N). I ain’t scared of you.” 

“Maybe you should be,” she continued. There was almost no space between them. She had him pressed against the wall, their noses almost touching as they heaved in anger. “There is no one else that can put you in your place like I can, and you know it.” 

“I don’t need you to put me in my place.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re so fucking infuriating!” 

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” 

Lip’s next move was a surprise to her. She was expecting him to keep yelling or stomp out of the bathroom. Instead, he placed a hand on either side of her face and crashed his lips onto hers. He was all kinds of rough and forceful, clashing teeth and lips together without any care. But somehow, (Y/N) found herself kissing back just as roughly, grabbing onto the lapel of his jacket. 

But it wasn’t until she felt the roughness of his hands on the skin of her back that she realized she had jumped out of the shower, naked and still dripping with water. She jumped away from Lip as though his touch was fire and scrambled for her towel, trying her best to cover her body from him.

“Why are you covering yourself now?” he laughed. “I already saw everything, (Y/N).”

“Fuck you, Philip.”

“I was gonna let you,” he grinned. “But it looks like you got performance anxiety. Maybe you’re not as good as guys say.” 

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but I’m great in bed,” she argued. “But I would rather do it with someone I actually like.”

“It’s just sex, (Y/N),” he countered. “This is not to fall in love.” 

(Y/N) kept quiet for a beat, thinking over the boy’s request. His reputation for being a good lay preceded him, and she would have been lying if she said she had never thought about it. But the fact that his personality was almost revolting made her wonder if it was worth it. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating,” she said before doing the same thing he had done. “This means nothing. You’re just convenient.”

“Right,” he chuckled against her mouth. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh, shut up already.” 

“Make me.” 

Her lips did all the answering, molding to his mouth perfectly, their tongues dancing together in perfect symphony. If she had believed in fate and the alignment of the universe, she would have deluded herself into thinking that they were meant to be. 

Lip’s clothes were rough against her unclothed skin, the zippers and the fabrics scratching at her body and rubbing the most sensitive parts of her body that were exposed. Warmth pooled between her legs with the kiss alone, and her body’s reaction scared her. It was almost instantaneous, and it had been the first time it had happened. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one that’s naked,” she said breathlessly.

“Do you ever stop fucking talking?” 

“Not when my mouth’s unoccupied,” she snickered. “And I have a lot to say.”  

“You’re too fucking much,” he grumbled as he took off layer after layer of clothing, letting them fall to the floor. “Now come here.”

He kissed her roughly again, pressing his chest as close to her body as he could, his hands snaking to the small of her back. As their mouth moved in synch, they walked backward until her back was pressed against the wall, the coldness making her skin erupt in goosebumps. But his hands were enough to build a fire inside her. The way they mapped every inch of her body and worked in tandem with his mouth to find her most sensitive spots. 

Lip nipped at her jaw and her neck, traveling down to her collarbone as his hands tweaked the hardened peaks of her breasts. Somehow, he was able to annoy her within an inch of raging ire and could bring her to the brink of orgasm with just his mouth and hands. 

In a swift move, Lip turned (Y/N), bending her against the wall as he pulled the zipper of his pants down. The clothes pooled at his ankles as he held his cock and lined himself up with her wetness, running the head across her fold and teasing her clit. 

“For someone that is just doing this out of convenience, you’re really wet,” he chuckled darkly. “Have you been dreaming about this?” 

“I could ask the same of you, Philip,” she retorted. “Because for someone that doesn’t really care, you’re really fucking hard.” 

“I’m only just a man, (Y/N).” 

“How about you shut up and prove it already, then? Maybe…” 

(Y/N)’s words died in her throat as she felt him sink into her completely, stretching her walls like no one had done before. He took the air out of her lungs, a moan getting strangled in her throat at the suddenness. 

Lip didn’t move instantly, allowing her body to get used to the size. At least, that was what he would have said if she had asked. Truthfully, being inside her was the most overwhelming experience he had ever had. He needed a moment to compose himself before he busted too early. The last thing he needed was for (Y/N) to have more ammo against him. He enjoyed their bickering reparté, but he had quite the reputation when it came to sex, and he wouldn’t let her ruin it. Even if his body was trying to betray him. 

Once he felt he could control himself, he started moving hips, quickly setting a pace that had (Y/N) letting out a string of moans that he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life. Her hands gripped the towel bar before her, her knuckles turning white from the tightness. She met his every move, pushing against him as he pummeled into her. 

“Harder,” she meweled. “Fuck me harder, Philip.” 

Lip did exactly as told. Skin met skin at a rapid pace, filling the otherwise quiet room with pants, moans, and slaps. Even her using his full name did not put a damper on his mood, rather loved the way it sounded in her mouth. And for the first time, it didn’t sound like she was saying it with  hate. At least, not completely. 

He snaked his hand around her body, his hand finding the mound of her clit and pressing two fingers on it. They circled and rolled the bud, making her walls clench around him as he pistoned into her. He knew both of them were reaching their end. The tightening of her cunt and the tightening of his balls told him enough.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Lip. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” 

“I wasn’t planning to.” 

And he didn’t. He kept thrusting until (Y/N) let out a pleasurable yell that had him covering her mouth. As he did, she bit down on his skin unconsciously, making him moan and awakening something in him he didn’t know was dormant. It brought him right to the brink of his end, and it took everything in him to leave her warmth and explode all over her ass. 

His body slumped over hers, absentmindedly kissing the skin of her shoulder as they both came down from their orgasm. They felt comfortable in their silence, their pants synching and their bodies melting against each other. If they could have, they would have fallen asleep in that very position. 

But a knock on the door startled them apart.

“Yo, I need the bathroom,” Carl called from the other side of the door. “I’ve gotta piss real bad.” 

“Can you go downstairs, Carl?” (Y/N) asked. “I’m just finishing up in the shower.” 

“Ugh, fine! Just hurry up. There’s more people in this house, you know?” 

“Yeah, sorry!” 

After wiping themselves down, Lip and (Y/N) started getting dressed, neither meeting each other’s gaze. “We don’t speak about this to anyone,” she finally said. “Especially not Ian. And this can’t happen ever again.” 

“Sure,” he mumbled. “Whatever you say.” 

“I’m serious, Philip,” she pleaded, placing a hand on his chest to get his attention. “If Ian finds out, I’ll never hear the end of it.” 

“I won’t say anything,” he laughed, looking at her in a way he never had before. “But I wouldn’t mind if this happened again.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“What? The rumors are true. You are a good lay.” 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Gallagher,” she grinned before stopping at the door to exit first. “But I don’t think this will happen again.” 

“Keep telling yourself that, (Y/N).” 

“Fuck off, Philip,” she whispered from the end of the hall before disappearing into the boys’ bedroom, leaving Lip to think of just how he could make this a repeat situation.

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[melloween-candie]

Special Treatment [C.G]

Carl Gallagher x 'princess' Reader Headcanon

Requested // Request Rules

"carl gallagher x reader who requires princess treatment omg"

Submitted by: Anon

Warning! Like one cuss word..., And Carl being used- again 😮‍💨

Word Count: 332

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Fandom Masterlists

/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

O.M.G- not this again 🙄😮‍💨

Carl just never listens 😔😒

You're not 'spoiled,' but you can be too much

What I mean is that Carl would treat any girl he dates as his princess, however... He isn't rich like a king.

He can't always afford what you want...

But he has a bad habit of just accepting it and working his as* off to get what you want.

If you were anything like his ex-wife... Don't be surprised if he leaves you.

He doesn't want to have to choose between you or his dream- he doesn't want to go through all that again 😩

But if you're the type of person who wants a different version of 'princess treatment,' then you're in luck 😏

He will always provide-

Don't expect him to give in to everything though.

If you have a breeding kink... He'll have to back away from that... At least for now 😏

Anyways, the main thing everyone has to know about Carl is that when he chooses to give his girl the special treatment... It'll be something like this-

Candle lit dinner

Flowers

A night of passion

And of course- gifts

After all, Carl likes to consider himself a gentleman.

I feel like as time goes by Carl would slowly realize that putting in all this effort would ultimately amount to nothing.

What I mean is that if you aren't even willing to let him chill than clearly your only using him.

Carl's the kind of guy who's willingly spoil his girl with love and kisses.

He's the kind of guy who would spoil you with little things like

Doing the laundry for you

Or the dishes

Little stuff like that-

Acts of service.

Those are things he knows he can do and would gladly do it if it means he can see a smile in your face.

However, don't ask him to do it constantly- this guy has a life after all.

A/n

Sorry, this was kind of short. I wrote this at 1:40 am 😅 But I hope it satisfies you. 🫠 (Sorry if this isn't what you asked for, but this is what I pictured when I read your request... 😅)

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[cloudy-em]

Hi, that's me again😅

So... my other idea for Lip is: (again with relatively shy reader, because I love the thrope a lot) the reader and Lip are already in a relationship, one day someone teases her a little too much on the sexual theme (they haven't had sex yet so she's a bit insecure about it) he notices, he defends her, and once they're alone he starts to joke around, teases her in a sweet way, to make her feel more comfortable to talk about it. (She is not a virgin, she's just not that experienced)

Hope you like this one, if not. It's okay, I promise😂

another great idea! <3

personally i don't celebrate thanksgiving but i remember an episode from one of the earlier seasons of them doing a thanksgiving meal which is very convenient for this so it's loosely based on that

warnings: sexual comments, innuendos, Mickey's kinda being an ass but his comments aren't ill-intended

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The Gallagher household was bustling with activity. Fiona and V were in the kitchen, finishing up some last minute food preparations while Kevin was entertaining Carl and some of his friends in the yard with games. Ian was fixing drinks for everyone, desperately trying to find Debbie to figure out what she wanted (she was in her room, Mandy braiding her hair for her so she could impress Little Hank). Lip was finishing up a project for some sophomore who'd offered to pay him $100, and Liam was sitting patiently in his high chair. Y/N did her best to help out by setting the table, ensuring there were enough chairs and that everyone had all the proper utensils.

Mickey walked in the front door, beer in hand and flopped down, watching as Y/N reached across to the other side of the table to put a fork next to the plate. Mickey whistled like a boy in a 60s tv show.

"Damn, I bet you're used to that position," he quipped, taking another swig or his beer. Y/N looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows.

Mickey shrugged. "You know, cause I'm sure Philip bends you over pretty often." Y/N realized his implications, blushing and looking away. Mickey laughed, much more comfortable on the subject of sex than she was. "I'm sure Fiona's had to schedule time out of the house with the rest of the kids just to give you two some 'alone time'!"

Y/N grew increasingly uncomfortable. She wasn't a virgin or a puritan, but she and Lip hadn't had sex yet. They hadn't had a conversation about it or anything, but she wanted to wait a while and Lip had never brought it up with her.

Mickey laughed, "Look, kid, don't have to hide anything, we've all walked in on Lip with one of his hookups before." He paused for dramatic effect.

"Besides, it's always the shy one's who are the kinkiest!"

Y/N looked away, trying not to pay him any more mind and focus on her task. Lip walked down the stairs having finished with the sophomore's project, and immediately noticed something was off. His girlfriend was shy, sure, but she never bowed her head as low as she had.

"Hey, Lip!" Mickey called, teasing. Lip looked at him, eyebrows raised in expectation. "Maybe you should go out back and have quickie with your girl, get 'er to stop bein' such a priss." Lip realized what was wrong, walking over to his blushing girlfriend and placing his arm around her waist.

"Fuck off," Lip sighed. "Y/N isn't a priss, she just doesn't think the whole world needs to know about her sex life like you and Ian seem to."

Mickey raised his arms in surrender, "'Kay, fuck, Gallagher, it was all teasing, no harm meant!" He got up from his seat and went to the kitchen, presumably to grab another beer.

"C'mon, baby," Lip said softly, squeezing Y/N's waist and guiding her up to his room. He sat with her on the edge of Ian's bed, holding her hand and rubbing his calloused thumb on the back of it.

"I'm sorry he was messin' with you, baby," he whispered. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again. Anything I can do for you?" He emphasized his apology by pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"No, just," she paused, thinking about how she wanted to phrase her next sentence. "Do you ever, I don't know, feel like I'm holding you back?"

Lip had a puzzled look on his face. "Whatd'ya mean, hon?"

"Well with like, you know," she sighed, pulling her hand away from Lip to hide her face. "We haven't had sex and I feel like that's my fault." She heard him chuckle quietly, her embarrassment seeping into her soul even more.

"Baby," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her in a hug as she continued to hide her face. "It's nobody's fault. We haven't talked about it yet! That's the most important part of any relationship, and that's taken me a while to learn. I figured you'd bring it up when you were ready. I didn't want you to feel pressured."

She looked up at him, eyes wide and glazed over, on the verge of tears because of her embarrassment. "Really?" she asked.

"Really," he nodded like he had given an order to the universe.

"I thought that maybe you weren't attracted to me or that you thought I wasn't good enough," she whispered.

"Me? Not attracted to you? Aw babe!" he laughed, nose touching hers in a loving exchange. "A pretty thing like you deserves to be worshipped. When we have sex, I'm takin' my time with you."

She giggled at his compliment, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

"Oh, what you don't believe me? I've wanted to sleep with pretty girl forever, I just wanted to make sure she's ready for me," he smiled at her. The more he complimented her, easing in sex references, the more comfortable she felt on the subject. He had waited for her! He didn't think she was a prude or anything, he just had respect for her; he cared for her. She felt warmth in her chest as she processed the conversation. Lip kissed her nose briefly, helping her stand up from the bed.

"And try not to let Mickey get you down. He's just like that and assumes everyone else is comfortable talking about their sex life the way he does. I'll warn him to dial it down when he's around you, though," Lip told her, looking into her eyes to make sure she knew he was serious.

"Thanks, Lip. I love you," she told him, hugging him again.

"I love you, too, Y/N. Now, we'll talk more about us and our boundaries and moving forward later," he told her, trying to help her be more comfortable discussing sex with him. "But right now I think we've got a dinner to be at."

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thanks for reading! sorry about me projecting a lil bit in lip and reader's conversation lol, i just think it's really important to have these conversations with your partners and i think lip, despite being all tough and "not sappy" (but he totally is) really cares about discussing boundaries with his partner

have a great day!

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[myocsfanfictions]

South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Masterlist

Season 1

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

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

Season 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

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[loomiseater]

I think I wanna start writing little drabbles/imagines so can u guys send prompts or whatever

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[bubblegumbarbie33]

I love Gallavich as much as the next bitch, but I'm kinda sad that their fics saturate the fanfic pool so much. Like, on AO3 it feels like I have to wade through pages and pages of Gallavich to find a Fiona-centric or Carl-centric or really just average Gallagher-centric fic. Sometimes I'm just not in the mood for a love story, you know?

(that being said, I am incredibly grateful for the mass amount of talented Gallavich writers- keep it up!)

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[patrickispinky]

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[lovergirly]

guys, i really want to start writing for shameless! give me some requests please 💕

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[andreafmn]

12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ian, did she eat something?” 

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

“Alright, thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, (Y/N),” they chorused back. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And they will, but…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[melloween-candie]

Never again! [C.G]

Younger Carl Gallagher x Older Reader/ Fiona's Friend

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"Me againnnnnn ok what about a Carl Gallagher x older! Reader? Where reader is Fiona or lips friend and carl has a "innocent" crush on the reader?"

A/n - I kind of felt bad for little Carl in this, lol. Sorry for the fact that it's a small fic, though. Hope you enjoy!

Submitted by @nikkicloudie

Warning! humiliation, embarrassment

Word count: 718

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

***Narrator's Pov***

"FIONA, WHAT THE HE*L DID YOU DO TO MY SHIRT!" Carl screamed from the washing room. He was holding his -now- tiny shirt in the air. As he ran to find her so she could explain. However, he halted the moment he saw you with her...

"Y/- Y/n..." He muttered all shyly.

"Hey, Carl. Good to see you again." You said as you played with his hair. "How's my favorite little Gallagher doin-?"

"Puff- Favorite?" Fiona interrupted. "Since when was he your favorite?"

You continued your little conversation in a different room.

"F-favorite." Carl looked astonished. "Little?!" Then aggravated.

Time skip!~

You and Fiona were sitting at the dining table talking about random things whilst Carl was trying not to get caught eavesdropping.

"Yo."

"Ugh!" Carl jumped out of his hiding spot- aka behind the edge of the doorframe.

"Why are you hiding?" Asked Lip as he took another sip of his coffee.

"Hiding? I'm not hiding you're hiding." Carl says as he followed Lip into the kitchen.

Fiona gave Lip a questioning brow as he shrugged his shoulders. Then he left. Fiona just smirked as she took a sip of her mug.

Time Skip!~

***Fiona's Pov***

It was now past noon. Fiona and Y/n were planning on going out for the evening; however, something halted their plans.

"Uhh... Fiona?" Y/n looked out the window with a confused expression on her face. "Why is Carl doing that-? Wait- is that my clothes?!" She took a closer look.

"Huh?" Fiona moved the curtains to see what Y/n was going on about. Carl was wearing Frank's suit which was obviously too big on him, and he was kneeling down to a pile of rocks that strangely had Y/n's missing cloths on.

"H-How did he get my clothes?"

"Is that- did he use my MAKEUP KIT ON THAT THING!" Fiona said furiously. As she was about to march out there, Y/n stopped her.

"W-wait!" She grabbed on to Fiona's shoulder. "Look... What is he doing?"

"Oh, my god..." Fiona covered her mouth with her hand. Trying to hold in a giggle.

I had a feeling he liked Y/n, but this is just too much... She thought as she held in a laugh.

I can't believe he's doing this...

Carl was kneeling on a pile of rocks outside in their backyard. The pile of rocks was wearing Y/n's dress that Fiona once borrowed. It had horribly drawn makeup on it that could only be from Fiona's makeup kit.

"Is... he holding flowers?" Y/n asked as she covered her mouth trying not to giggle.

Fiona took out her phone and started recording, trying so hard not to laugh.

"Wait? What is he saying?!" Y/n questioned.

"Shhh-shshsh." Fiona shushed her as she wanted to try and capture every detail.

"Wait... Oh god, no... is that a ring?" She asked.

"Wait what." Fiona stopped recording and she stopped laughing too as she looked out the window closer to try to get a better view.

"Oh, he*l no! Is that my wedding ring?!" Fiona yelled as she quickly walked outside.

"W-wait!" Y/n said, trying to catch up. "You were married?!" She said in absolute surprise.

"Not exactly-"

"Fiona, Y/n?!" Carl tried to cover up everything that he was doing. "Wha-What are you two doing here? I thought you said you'd be going somewhere...?"

Carl was clearly extremely embarrassed and completely uncomfortable.

"Carl, it's one thing to have a crush on someone but stealing their things is freaky!" Fiona yelled as she grabbed her ring back. Then she walked away. Leaving an awkward moment between you and Carl.

"Uhh... um. I'm really flattered, but you're just too young." Y/n said as she grabbed her dress.

"Y/N! Are you coming!?" Fiona yelled from across the backyard.

"Yeah! S-Sorry, Carl."

Thus Y/n and Fiona left Carl feeling all sorts of emotions- embarrassment, anger, and heartbreak. As he ran to his room, trying not to trip from his father's suit. He prayed that Y/n would choose to just forget about this, but he knew Fiona won't even let him live this down...

But at least the rest of his siblings don't know about it... at least not yet.

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[cloudy-em]

headcanon: pda with lip

lip has no problem showing anybody that you're his

if anybody bothers you in the streets or at the alibi, he'll have no problems with kissing you to show them you're taken

he loves holding your hand in public. it lets him know you're still there.

even though he's grown up on the southside and has to stay tough to keep himself and his family safe, lip is a romantic at heart

he doesn't really like cuddling in front of other people. that's something that he believes is more intimate, therefore more private.

he might put an arm around you if you're watching a movie at the gallagher residence, but snuggling is saved strictly for private moments when you'll rest your head on his chest and he'll have his arms around you and his fingers running through your hair

have a lovely day!

<3

-cloudy

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

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

Warning: this story will contain smut.

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Chapter 1

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

"Am I making you feel good, Des?" his hold thight on her hips, setting the pace.

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

"Oh my fucking god!" She almost cried, covering her mouth with her hand. Too loud, they could not be loud, or the children might heard something from downstairs.

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

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

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

"Then we have to be quick about it," he said before crushing his lips on hers in an hungry kiss. Leading her to walk towars the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desna smirked before opening her mouth to take him in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on..." he whispered.

Desna chuckled.

"What got you so eager?" She asked, "What is it? Karen is not giving you any lately?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Four," at his words she frowned.

"Three," she corrected him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where?"

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

Shit, that was true.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But not today," she said running away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's too far away."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lip." She said warningly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay?" She asked not quite sure where this was going.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desna took a heavy breath.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why what?!" Lip exclaimed.

"Why does it bother you so much?" She said again. There must have been some other motives, Lip was too smart to act in such way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fucking Lip Gallagher!

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