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Better Index

The story that Lip Gallagher deserves.

Charlotte Fisher Aesthetic

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[melloween-candie]

Jealousy [L.G]

Lip Gallagher x Reader

Summary

You and Lip has always been best friends, but the day Lip meet Karen, things changed- for the worst! You never pictured yourself to be the jealous type, but you'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't hurt seeing your crush fighting for that so called 'family' growing in Karens womb.

Warning! Bad language, Small mention of sexual deeds

Word count: 752

[Angst/High school]

Part 1, Part 2

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Fandom Masterlists

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

***Narrator's Pov***

You and Lip have been best friends for years. Nothing was ever able to get in between you two until one day when he met Karen.

Now you never really liked Karen all that much; however, Lip was fascinated by her, and you never knew why. She was a total bi*ch to almost all the girls in school. She's the type of girl that girls have to look out for in case they want to keep their man. A complete homewrecker. She was also known as the school sl*t.

Karen had a lot of labels, and honestly, she never even cared. Though what conflicted you was the fact that she took an interest in Lip. You knew that those two only met because Karen needed tutoring.

"They probably fu*ked." Said one of your friends.

You were currently walking down to your science lab. Expecting Lip to be in his usual spot. Of course, the teacher didn't assign any assign seats, that is-

When you walked in, you saw Karen- Since when did she take chemistry? You sat down at your usual seat, waiting for Lip, your lab partner.

Eventually, he walked in; of course, he was late as per usual. You moved your bookbag, expecting him to sit down right next to you, but he never came.

You turned your head to see him sitting with the girl you could barely tolerate. Karen Jackson.

Time Skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

"What does he see in her?!" You questioned.

"Girl, don't worry about it. He's only talking to her to get in between her panties." Said F/n. "I mean, seriously, it's not like he likes her. It's Lip we're talking about."

"Yeah... but he already got into her 'panties.' He doesn't normally stick around for 'more.'" You said as you packed your books back inside your locker.

"Girl, seriously. I know you've had a crush on him since freshman year, but you really need to move on. I mean, you can do better. I hope you know that." Said F/n as (She/He/They) walked toward their next-period class.

God, this sucks. Though (She/He/They) made a point... I mean, Karen's just a phase... right?

Time Skip!~

***Narrator's Pov***

It has been a couple of months later. Lip and Karen have grown even closer. Closer than Y/n expected. It's to the point where Lip always goes to her house now... Y/n obviously doesn't like this. She doesn't want to admit it, but she misses her dumba*s.

Though she wasn't going to be happy to hear the news tomorrow...

It's quite sad, really... After all, Lip once told her that he wouldn't leave her for dead.

Time Skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

You sighed, turning off the TV.

I guess he's not coming...

This is the third time this month that he missed Movie Night Friday. You were starting to think that he didn't care.

You called him- ring, ring.

***Lip's Pov***

"Fuck... yes-" Lip moaned.

Buzz, Buzz

"Huh? Wait- hold on, Karen, Y/n's calling." Lip said as he got off her.

Karen just rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, what's up?" Said Lip as he got dressed.

You can hear Karen whining in the background.

"Hey. Ah- Did you forget? It's Friday... again."

"Oh- shit. Hold on, I'll be there in a minute-"

"No." You interrupted him. "Forget about it. Maybe next time. Bye."

"Y/n wai-"

With that, you hung up the call.

Shit

"I got to go, Karen." Lip says as he puts on his jacket-

"Why do you even care about her?" She asked as she lit a cigarette.

Lip paused for a moment. Then grabbed the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Cause." He said as the cigarette wiggled between his teeth.

Karen got up. "That's not an answer." She said as she followed him to her bedroom door.

"Does it matter? Why do you even care?" Said Lip defensively.

"I don't." She stated. "But you clearly do. I mean seriously. You'd rather- watch a movie. Instead of getting high- with me? You'd rather hang out with a girl who wouldn't dare to THINK about screwing you?" Karen placed a hand on Lip's chest. "I mean, come on, Lip. Why don't you just stay with me tonight? We can have lots of fun!"

Lip couldn't even mutter a word. He was completely flustered, standing there. A hard one was forming in his pants, and Karen shut the door behind him. She knew she won this round.

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[imikhailotakeyouian]

To the moon and back

"What do you wanna do next time, stargazing AND howling to the moon?"

Mickey has said it as a joke, moking his very old self who disown his own words and ended up, indeed, not only on a blanket stargazing with Ian, but even using a flower called Stargazing Lily for their wedding.

Ian turned him in a fucking sap, that's how Mickey justifies himself.

But Ian is used to Mickey all barks and no bites attitude -he fell for it, between all things.

And he loves to provoke Mickey, pushing him until he can stand it, knowing very well his husband's limits at that point, after countless fights and, more importantly, after years of love.

So when Ian brings Mickey up a hill on a full moon night and spreads a blanket on the ground, he sees his husband cocking a sarcastic glare at him before they would both burst out in a loud laugh.

"Alright, Red. It's not our anniversary and we are already married, is it another special occasion today?"

Ian shakes his head and sits on the blanket. "Nope, but you did mention stargazing AND howling at the moon, so why not take advantage of this full moon night?"

"Jesus Christ," Mickey chuckles while sitting next to Ian. "Do I really have to overthink every single word I say?"

"It's the absolute opposite!" Ian cheers him next to him with a kiss on his cheek. "I crave all these little, special moments with you."

Mickey rolls his eyes, but Ian knows it's just an act. "Stargazing and howling at the moon?"

"Why not? Lay down with me."

Mickey does as requested, accepting Ian’s right arm as a pillow. And while Mickey is pretending to be annoyed, Ian can see he is smiling softly.

"I love you, you know?"

Mickey snickers and turns to look at him. "Course I do. Love you too, E."

Ian leans over to kiss him on the cheek before staring back at the night sky. "This feels so normal."

Mickey's eyebrow raises skeptical. "This feels normal to you?"

"It's a very normalish couple thingy to do, actually."

"According to whom?"

"Everyone?" Ian shrugs a little. "A romantic night, stargazing, spread on a blanket. If we get lucky we can even jerk each other off."

"We don't do normal, Gallagher, we already established that," Mickey's voice is proud: they are not like every normal couples, and that's how two difficult personalities like theirs can work so well together.

"So, we gotta do something abnormal now?" Ian asks, his tone challenging.

"Abnormal how-"

Mickey can't even finish his sentence when Ian starts howling at the moon.

"Jesus Ch-"

Ian howls even louder before turning and challenging him with a smartass look on his face.

Mickey opens his mouth but doesn't find it in himself to keep protesting. He sighs dramatically and then he just does it. He starts howling at the moon like a man possessed.

Ian smiles satisfied before joining Mickey, so now they are just two adults, madly in love with each other, howling at the moon like two werewolves.

They finished their silly show between laughter, both of them turning on their sides to kiss and cuddle each other's cheeks.

"Why was it so important to you?"

"I just wanna," Ian shrugs and pecks Mickey on the lips. "I just wanna do everything with you. I wanna do silly things we couldn't do when we were younger. We skipped all the funny, stupid things young couples do. I just wanna, you know, create many happy memories with you."

Mickey smiles softly and rubs their nose tips together. "It's always been your love language, you know, the quality time thingy."

Ian nods. And well, between the two of them he is sure they belong to all the languages love can offer. "So, was it that silly?"

"Well, we are still two grown ass adults who just howled at the moon," Mickey says and they both laugh. "But every second spent with you is never wasted. Silly or not."

Ian grins satisfied: grumpy and cranky husband successfully melted.

"Let's take a photo," He says then, and after grabbing his phone with the right hand, lifts the left one in a half heart shape. "Cmon, grumpy."

Mickey sighs but ends up obliging. He always does, eventually. He lifts his right hand and completes the heart. "Let me guess, we are gonna print this one."

"Yes!" Ian says enthusiastically while snapping a photo. "We gonna name it, uhm-"

"The night we howled at the moon like two idiots?" Mickey interrupts him before turning on his side and throwing his arm over Ian's belly in a soft hug.

"What about," Ian says instead completing that hug holding Mickey's arm. "I love you to the moon and back?"

Mickey rolls his eyes, but he is actually smiling. "Sap."

"Take one to know one."

Mickey hides a chuckle and they stay quiet for a while before snickering, "About that handjob...?"

Ian laughs out loud before shoving him and pinning him down below his weight. "Fuck, I love you."

Mickey winks, "To the moon and back, baby."

#gallavich #my writing #my art #i was bored sorry #to the moon and back baby

[libertymoon]

Answer to (Spoilers) Does every member of the Gallagher family in “Shameless” (US TV series) have a specific mental disorder? by Alantis Perkins https://www.quora.com/Spoilers-Does-every-member-of-the-Gallagher-family-in-Shameless-US-TV-series-have-a-specific-mental-disorder/answer/Alantis-Perkins?ch=18&oid=269442418&share=8d473611&srid=PEeTQ&target_type=answer

#ptsd #complex ptsd #bpd #borderline personality problems #schizotypal #aspergers #dissociative identity disorder #autism spectrum disorder #asd #mental heath support #mentalheathawareness #mental health #autism spectrum condition #autism #just cptsd things #did

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Favourite Character Meme ✳ 2/6 Traits [Affectionate]

Is "fuck you" the new "thank you"? Yup.

#shameless #shamelessedit #tvedit #cinematv #lipgallagheredit #*gifs #g: shameless #*fcm #ch: lip gallagher #i am back babey!!!!

[tamiettitami]

ok so i had this idea in the tags of a post a longggg time ago 😭 so basically “i wish you would write a fic where” mickey and lip are unable to reach something they need up on a high shelf so tami comes in to grab it with no issues and hands it to them (because for some reason in this idea ian isn’t there to help and both lip and mickey refuse to grab something to climb up on to grab it 😌)

“who put the fuckin’ cereal so far back?” lip calls from the gallagher kitchen. “it never goes past the pencil line,” he mutters, and mickey enters in a pair of red plaid boxers, his torso covered by the same grey tank top he’s had for as long as lip has known him.

“fuck you say?” mickey nods towards lip, his back straighter than a board as he stalks over to the refrigerator where he’s standing in front on his tip-toes.

lip falls back onto his heels, “i can’t reach the goddamn tootie fruites,” he groans.

franny laughs from the living room, “you said tootie!” she exclaims, running into the kitchen and pointing at lip. she sticks her tongue out before jumping onto the couch and standing on the cushions, her butt against the headrest as she continues watching her show on TV.

“debbie give her coke or some shit?” mickey jokes, but lip doesn’t find his quip amusing. instead, he backs up from the refrigerator and puts his hand on the small of mickey’s back, pushing him towards the metal ice box. “i’m shorter than you, shithead, what makes you think i can reach the goddamn box?”

lip rolls his eyes and perches himself on the countertop. “i don’t fuckin’ know, mick.” mickey tries anyway, but his fingertips barely grip the edge.

“it’s a lost cause, man.”

just then, tami enters the gallagher house with fred in his stroller. her eyes instantly drift to the top of the refrigerator where she spots the box of tootie fruites. “thank god you guys have cereal, we’re all out at our house,” tami bumps mickey out of the way with her hip and grabs the box with ease, “lip, remind me to get more, will you?”

lip stares at tami dumbfounded as she pours a handful in front of fred. his mouth opens and closes a few times in quick succession as he tries to think of something to say, but, eventually, mickey speaks up. “yo, toss us the fuckin’ fruit toots, or whatever the fuck they’re called.”

“jesus,” tami grabs the box off of the kitchen table and tosses it across the island and mickey who fumbles and drops the box on the ground. lip snatches it then, and carries it upstairs with him before mickey has a chance to react.

“fuckin’ thief,” mickey mutters under his breath.

“yeah, and you aren’t one?” tami retorts, and mickey flips her off with a scowl.

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[mskrianna]

Lip Gallagher ~ «Shameless»

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Better

Ch. 7: 772 Miles

Note: I'm lateeee but I'm here nonetheless! Thank you all so much for all of the love and support. I love all of the likes, reblogs, comments, notes! I hope you all enjoy this one. We're making some headway and I hope to have more out soon. Some people have asked me about a taglist, which I'm gonna be real, I don't know how to do, but I will learn and then I will add whoever wants to be added to it! There is an awkward entry to a little explicitness in here so MDNI fr. Feel free to skip that part if you are an adult and just don't want it, anything important that is discussed during it will be brought up again! Once again, thank you so much <3

Picture Lip Took of Charlotte at the museum:

“You know, I’m starting to get a little offended by how you’re not excited Kev and I scraped together the rest of the money to get you home.” V says, pushing into Charlotte’s bedroom, plopping onto the bed next to a pink suitcase. “Did you get a lock for this?”

Charlotte pulls her white top over her head, careful not to let her makeup smear onto her outfit and smooths her hair again. “I’m very grateful, V, I’m just gonna miss you and Kev.” 

“Bullshit, me and Kev.” the woman grumbles, helping smooth out the back of her cousin’s shirt. “It’ll be good for you two to spend a couple of weeks apart, cool off a little.” 

The younger woman sighs, slinging her bag over her shoulder and stopping briefly to look at her cousin. “I’ve got to go. You’ll have shipped me off to Virginia and away from Phillip by tomorrow, okay?”

V softens at the look on Charlotte’s face. The girl had been so excited to be going home for Christmas when she and Kev surprised her with the other half of the money. She hadn’t even minded buying a one way ticket, considering she’d be going for a couple of weeks. But as the date of her departure pushed closer, the excitement turned into sadness and worry. 

She would hear her and Lip in the room throughout the week, on the nights he slept over, mumbling reassurances, arguing in hushed tones, exchanging promises. V doesn’t like raining on her baby cousin’s parade, but if she doesn’t ground her, who will? Charlotte’s always been a dreamer, her parents treated her like a little princess, and for good reason. V would only see her when her mother would take her to Virginia, her auntie and uncle refusing to let Charlotte come to Chicago. They kept her sheltered from the rest of their family, even watching closely how she and V played together. So Charlotte was not very…experienced. She didn’t think twice about people asking favors of her, borrowing money, leering at her. She lives in fairytale land, expecting everyone to be kind, accept apologies, have good intentions. And V watches her cousin be absolutely devastated when the world proves her wrong. 

Now that Charlotte was getting older, it was important that Charlotte learned to care for herself, it was necessary that she learned how to live in the real world. V loves her cousin, so she volunteered to take on that project. It was never part of her plan to throw her into the deep-end that is Lip Gallagher. V feels personally responsible for the inevitable fallout that would come from this relationship. All she can hope for is that these next few weeks will let the two young adults fizzle out, and clear their heads.

“I’m not against you, Lottie.” V says. Charlotte turns at that, going over and pulling the other woman into a familiar hug. One that reminds them both of being little girls, seeing each other for the first time in a year.

“I know, V.” she whispers.

“It’s only a couple of weeks, babe.” The older cousin soothes, rubbing her hand over Charlotte’s hair. The two of them hear the front door open, and Kev’s voice starts filling the living room.

“Not a scratch on my baby.” They find Kev in the living room, towering over Lip, who’s simply looking forward, clearly spacing out and ignoring what the older man is saying. “Or Charlotte. And get her to the airport on time.”

“Got it. Total the car and make sure Charlotte misses her flight.” Lip jokes, standing and reaching for the keys, sighing when Kev pulls them away. “Alright, man, I’m kidding. Thank you for this.”

Charlotte saddles up next to him, throwing her arms around Kev, hugging him tightly. “Thanks, Kev. I’ll miss you! I’ll be back soon.”

Kev looks down at her, brows softening and sighing as he makes eye contact with V. “Sure, kid.” He says, ruffling her hair. “Get goin’, traffic.”

Lip and Charlotte make their way outside, V and Kev watch from their porch as Lip opens the passenger door, boosting Charlotte in before nodding at them and going around to the driver’s side. As the car pulls off the couple looks over to the porch next door, finding Fiona sipping a beer, shaking her head before nodding them over.

“Are you excited?” Charlotte damn near bounces next to Lip as he studies the map at the front of the museum, determined to map out a route that will keep them away from the exhibits he had deemed not worthy of their time. He drags his finger along the line he intends to follow, his other hand clasped in Charlotte’s.

“Uh, yeah.” he says, deep in focus. Charlotte just smiles as she watches him mumble to himself about the most time effective way to get them through everything. Yeah, he is, she thinks to herself, letting him guide her to the first stop.

This whole thing is not really Charlotte’s style. Most of the exhibits are focused around science and that had never been her thing. She had been more of a social studies and reading girl herself, those subjects told more stories than required her ability to understand formulas. But she was so fucking happy she’d bought these tickets. Even though his expression is schooled into a nonchalant, moderately interested look most of the time, she could tell from how Lip’s eyes light up. 

He’s been looking at her differently since that day in the park. At first she’d thought it was the tickets. Then she’d thought it was the fact that she was leaving for a while, but neither seemed to describe how those bright blue eyes study her. Whatever it is, Charlotte wants to keep causing that look. 

So she leans against his chest and listens as he points out the different parts of the submarine exhibit, attempting to describe the mechanics of putting together something he’d apparently researched in his own time.  She asks, she’ll admit, stupid questions when he tries to explain the physics behind one of the displays, just sticking her tongue out at him when he looks away, snorting before composing himself and actually answering her. 

She gives him space as he observes the portraits of different scientists of all areas, reading the little bios. Charlotte wanders to the side, finding a picture she finds a little interesting and stopping to read the little paragraph on the plaque beside it. The sound of a camera phone clicking makes her turn around and look at him. “Did you just take a picture of me?”

“You look pretty.” he smiles, stepping forward and pulling her into his arms. “Gotta add to my collection, have somethin’ to look at when you’re gone.” 

Charlotte looks up at him smiling crookedly, “You have a collection of pictures of me on your phone? What’re you obsessed with me or somethin’?”

“Nah, you just won’t fuck me and I gotta do somethin’ to help me and my hand along-ow!” he laughs when she punches his chest, wincing at his muscle against her hand. Lip wraps his arm around her shoulders, bringing her in for a kiss. “Yeah, I’m obsessed with you or somethin’.”

The tenderness of the moment makes the ache that formed in Charlotte’s chest as soon as she’d purchased the ticket throb. She sighs, scrubbing her hand along her watering eyes. “I’m gonna miss you.”

Lip groans, running a hand through his hair before cupping her cheeks, thumbs sweeping across her cheeks. “Stop, bunny, we said we weren’t doing that anymore. Because if you cry, I’m going to say something you won’t like, and then we’ll start fighting and shit and I don’t wanna fight right before I drop you off.”

“I can’t help it!” she whines.

“Don’t go.” he replies.

“Stop saying that!”

“Stop crying-” Lip glances around at the other patrons of the museum retreating toward the front, the speaker letting them know it was closing soon and Charlotte silently sobs dropping her face to his chest. “Bunny.”

“Excuse me, sir, we’re closing soon, you all should start making your way to the exit.” A security guard says, approaching.

“Yeah, okay just gimme a second.” Lip sighs, rubbing Charlotte’s back.

“And now I have to go to the airport.” she cries into his shirt. “And you’re gonna leave me there.”

“Sir-”

“Alright man, give me a fucking second.” The blond yells at the guard, who was still grumbling about them holding up the museum closing up. “Charlotte,” he says softly, pushing her away lightly, looking at her large, teary eyes. “Hey, hey, we’ll talk right? I call you, you’ll call me. And it’s only a couple of weeks right? You promised you’d come back in a couple of weeks.”

“I am.”

“Okay, then we’ll be fine.” Lip relaxes a little as the girl slowly stops crying. He wipes away the remainder of the tear tracks on her face. “Right?”

“Right.” Charlotte sniffles. “Okay, I’m ready.”

The car ride to the airport is a quiet one. Both afraid to upset the other, they sit silently as music plays lowly on the radio. Lip’s hand rests on Charlotte’s thigh, squeezing reassuringly every couple of minutes. One of her hands is on top of his, playing with his fingers as the large airport pulls into their sight and the sound of planes taking off fills their ears. 

Lip pulls into the drop off area and puts the hazards on, facing forward and watching other poor fuckers wave a somber goodbye to their loved ones and is embarrassed to say that this is about to be him. He never envisioned himself to be the ‘drive you to the airport, kiss you all over your face, call me when you land no matter what time it is’ type. But here he was, murmuring those exact words into Charlotte’s ear after doing the first two things. He takes a deep breath after releasing her from his embrace and letting her walk a little ways away before shouting in front of the rest of the travelers, staff, and his fellow sad fuckers,

“Aye, Charlotte, tell that pilot to fly safe, alright? My fuckin’ girlfriend’s gonna be on that plane.”

He laughs as the girl pauses for a second before shoving her suitcase into one of the employee’s hands and running toward Lip, slamming into him so hard his back hits the car as she kisses him. Onlookers aww at their display, causing Lip to turn a little red as Charlotte continues to kiss him before finally letting him take a breath. She leans in, nuzzling her nose against his, sing-songing “Boyfriend~” and kissing him again. 

Charlotte fully pulls away a second later, Lip lets her literally slip through his fingers as she backs away toward the terminal, laughing when she calls back, “No take-backs, Gallagher! You’re mine now! Better still want me when we’re not a couple of miles apart!” she jokes.

Lip’s bright blue eyes follow her as far as they can until she disappears into the building. “772 miles. A couple.” he snorts despite himself, climbing back into the car and pulling off, cursing when he realizes he’s gonna have to face the exit traffic by himself.

The next morning Fiona’s few hours of sleep is interrupted by the sound of pots and pans clattering. At first she’d sleepily rolled over, assuming that it was Charlotte starting breakfast for the kids. She shoots up when she remembers that Lip had dropped her off the night before at the airport so it couldn’t be her.

Creeping along the hallway so as to not wake her siblings she grabs the bat, holding it up, ready to strike in case it’s an intruder. Or Frank. When she sees a bunch of random drawers pulled out, and the pillows for the couch on the floor, she grips the bat, preparing to swing when she sees a man’s form, sifting through the drawers. “Get the hell outta my house, motherfucker-!” she yells while swinging, stopping just short of Lip’s face.

“Shit, Fiona!” he yells back, catching the end of the bat in his hand and lowering it. “What the fuck?”

“Jesus.” she sighs, dropping the weapon altogether and running a hand through her hair. Fiona pushes past her brother, starting a coffee pot before turning around to look at him. “What the hell are you doing creepin’ around the house?” 

“Lookin’ for the money for phone minutes. I need to use it on mine.”

“Sorry.” Fiona says, pouring a mug and passing it to her brother and repeating the process for herself. “That became the acid fund when Monica and Frank stole it last month. You already out of minutes?”

Lip curses his parents under breath, shaking his head as he gulps down the coffee, slamming the mug down when he’s done. “Awesome. Well, when was the last time you heard from uh, Steve? Think he’ll have some work for me I can do like, today?” 

“Really? You think work from Steve is a good idea?” Fiona asks, pulling out the frozen waffles and plugging in Kev and V’s toaster. “I don’t want you mixed up in his shit, I’ve told you that before. Anyway, no, sorry, haven’t heard from him.” Her brother scratches his hair irritably, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and putting it between his lips, leaning forward when his sister produces a lighter for him. “You didn’t come home last night. You go out after droppin’ Charlotte off?”

“Drove around for a little bit, dropped the truck off and uh, went on a walk.” he blows out the smoke, working his jaw. “Fuckin’ road the bus up to the college to talk to Youens, trying to see if I could get an advance on the next few weeks and all the fucker wanted to do was lecture me about finding another internship. Wouldn’t front me the money.” 

“Well, what do you need the money for?” 

“Don’t worry about it.”

Fiona observes her brother, watching the stress rolling off of him, tense shoulders, chain smoking, eye doing that twitchy thing it does when he’s upset. There was no question of what was bothering him either. He’s checked his phone at least three times since this conversation started. “She’s comin’ back.” She puts her arms around her little brother’s shoulders. “She call to tell you she landed?”

“Yeah the flight is only 2 hours and 7 minutes, she called me 3 minutes after that. And again once she got to the house.” He sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Little much, huh?”

“Uh,” Lip shrugs, embarrassed to admit that he felt the opposite, mumbling “Not really. I just uh, need some money to put more minutes on my phone, for the next few weeks. You know?”

Oh. Fiona thinks. She sees how miserable her brother looks and realizes she hadn’t really considered that he might be taking this seriously since this whole Charlotte debacle started. She and the rest of the kids are used to Lip getting himself wrapped up into semi-serious relationships, either thinking he’s in love or making someone else fall in love with him every couple of months. Each time something ruins it, whether it be his crippling commitment issues, nasty habit of cheating, unaddressed rage and on and off alcoholism, you name it. Or the occasional husband that the woman of the month has. It was shocking to think he’s run into that situation twice while he’s still so young, but Fiona couldn’t judge. 

She’s not sure what the nail in the coffin will be for Charlotte and Lip, and she still thinks that they’re a bad idea. But something about how upset the kid is makes her go into the coat closet, reaching up onto the top shelf and grabbing one of her old socks. She reaches in and produces a small wad of cash, dropping it into Lip’s hand. “It’s not much and I was gonna use it to get a jump on the heat bill for next month, so it’s just a loan.”

Lip looks down at the money before looking at his sister. “Yeah, okay, thanks.” He stands and gives Fiona a side hug, pressing a kiss into her hair. “Seriously, uh, thank you. I’ll pay you back.” He smiles to himself as he pulls his coat on, going to the door immediately to go to the store, pausing to look back. “I asked her to be my girlfriend by the way.”

As the door closes and she goes back to making food for her other siblings, Fiona wonders to herself what this go round will mean for her brother. And prays to whatever god that will listen that it’ll be something he can make it back from.

“And um, Kev and V are thinking about trying for kids soon. So that’s cool.” Charlotte shifts in her seat, trying to get comfortable. Her father doesn’t even bother to look up from his menu, his glasses low on his nose as he scans the booklet. Her mother offers her a small smile, putting up a finger and gesturing for her to wait. 

“That’s very good honey, just give us a second while we figure out what we’re getting.” 

The young woman nods, taking a sip of her water and looking around the restaurant. She hums quietly along to the instrumentals they were playing in the background. She’d told her parents that she didn’t need to go to a fancy dinner when she got home, that she’d prefer eating something at home with them, but they’d insisted saying they ‘didn’t know what type of nutrition she’d been getting in SouthSide with Kevin and Veronica’.  

“So you got a job?” Her dad finally asks as he snaps the menu closed, lifting his hand and summoning the waiter over with his finger. Charlotte hates when he does that. “Where?”

“Um, a restaurant, it’s actually pretty fun working there, Daddy, I like it-”

“He’ll have the filet mignon medium rare with the baked potato, none of the dressings, really, he has a cholesterol issue, don’t let them drown it in butter. I’ll have the snapper with a salad, we’ll share it, Charlotte, and she’ll have tomato soup with sliced broiled chicken and again…no butter.” Her mother cuts in. 

“Um, Mom-”

Her mother’s eyebrows shoot up, her eyes fixing on her. “What? Did you not want that?”

Charlotte wilts under the downturn of her mother’s lips, biting her own and shaking her head. Before the waiter can finish writing the orders her father is collecting the menus and shoving them into his hands. Both of her parents turn to her, who is mouthing a ‘thank you’ to the retreating waiter. 

“So Veronica is pregnant? And by that boyfriend of hers? Jesus, Carol what have you been doing?” her father groans, shaking his head in disappointment.

“They got married, Daddy.”

“I don’t remember going to any weddings. Or receiving any pictures of them in a church. Or hell, a courthouse. Veronica could be doing so much better. She’s such a beautiful, smart girl, always has been. Guess she inherited my sister’s habit of giving up opportunities to chase behind men from that shithole-”

“Victor.” Her mom mumbles, putting her hand over her husband’s arm. “Please, Veronica is doing us a favor helping out Charlotte, keeping an eye on her. Besides, she’s only in her twenties. She’s still got time. Now, Lottie, baby, what else have you done? Made any friends?”

Charlotte takes another gulp of her water, squeezing her phone in her lap as she thinks about how to approach this topic. “I um, the girls at work are really nice most of the time, so we talk. And V’s friends are great, like Fiona and her siblings. She has this brother Ian who’s really great and I have fun with him-”

“Not too much fun.”

She sighs, smoothing her hand over her hair she has slicked into a bun. “No, Ian is gay, Mom. He has a boyfriend. Mickey. Who is also…nice” Sorta. 

“Good.” her mom chirps.

Taking a breath, Charlotte’s mouth opens and closes as she fights with herself internally. She missed her parents so much. She was reunited with them after being apart for the longest time, and she doesn’t want to ruin it. But she knows what they’ll say if she tells them about Lip. How they’ll act. What they might do. But then she reminds herself of the whole point of her moving to Chicago. She was supposed to be growing the fuck up, and that included telling her parents she was was in a relationship. “And I’m, now I’ve-”

“Have you found a doctor out there yet?” Her father’s question takes all of the wind out of Charlotte’s sails. She immediately deflates, looking down at the table and huffing out a breath in irritation. “Baby, it’s important. I’ll look up some names and give them to you before you go back in a couple weeks. Don’t let me forget okay?” 

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Good. Now, I wonder how long it’s gonna take for us to get some damn food.”

Charlotte hears her mother head out for the day, the front door closing and immediately dives for her phone. Her dad had gone to work early that morning and for the first time in the two and a half weeks she’s been home, she hasn’t been home alone. 

It was cute at first. Watching movies with her dad, baking sweets with her mom. Going to the mall together, church, the country club that she’d always hated because they were just barely rich enough to go and her parents always felt the need to overcompensate. It was embarrassing to say the least. And Charlotte was tired. 

But most of all, she missed her boyfriend.

So she runs up the stairs to her childhood room, closes the door and flops on the bed, dialing her new favorite number.

Lip picks up on the second ring, and a smile spreads across her face as soon as she hears the familiar, “Hi, baby.”

“Hello, boyfriend, you busy?”

“Uh…” On Lip’s end he’s balancing the phone between his cheek and his shoulder, his hands busy with hurriedly unscrewing the rims from an expensive car that someone made the arrogant choice of parking too close to the line where SouthSide begins. “No.”

“You sure? What’re you doing?”

Lip grunts as he loads the rims into Mickey’s trunk before closing it, slamming it closed and patting the back, letting him know he was good to pull off. “Just got finished stealin’ the rims off a car.”

Charlotte sits up abruptly, eyes widening. “Really? Phillip-”

“‘M kiddin’ bunny. I’m just headin’ home, how have you been?”

“Since we last talked this morning? Missed you, got my nails done with my mom, had lunch with some girls I used to cheer with, missed you some more, called.” she shrugs. 

Lip smiles at that, keys jangling in his hands as he pushes into his house, mouthing a ‘hi’ to Debbie and taking Liam from her arms. “Yeah? Your other boyfriend not keepin’ you entertained?”

“Now, if I play along, you know it’s like you pissed yourself off right?” Charlotte says. 

Liam’s head lifts at her voice and he starts trying to take the phone. “Who’s that? Who’s that, buddy? Baby, say hi to Liam.”

“Hi, Liam!” she says sweetly. “I miss you!” making kissing sounds into the phone.

“Lottie!” the little boy giggles, blowing a kiss back.

Lip places his brother in his playpen and rubs his head before walking up the steps. “Okay, enough of that, you wanna keep talkin’ to Liam, you better call his phone. Or better yet, come home.”

“I’m working on it. I talked to my Dad today about some return flights earlier this morning, so we’re making progress. Before, he wouldn’t even let me work it into conversation.” 

“Yeah, I guess that’s somethin’.” Lip sighs, closing his room door behind him and sitting on his own bed. He’s been trying to be as patient as possible, especially since he didn’t know them, but Charlotte’s parents were doing exactly what he’d thought they’d do, drag their feet on sending her back. Hell, it’s what he would do. It took every ounce of selflessness he had, which was not much, combined with the fear of what V would do if her money was wasted, for him not to purposefully make her miss her flight out there. He’d understand them never wanting her to come back. But it’d fucking suck for him. 

Charlotte hears the other side of the phone go quiet and knows Lip is worrying about the same thing she was last week. What if her parents changed their minds? What if they decided they didn’t want her moving away, regardless of whether V was checking on her or not. “Careful, Gallagher, I might think you miss me or something.”

“You’re funny.” he scoffs, staring at his ceiling. “And I do.”

“Well, how’s that photo collection working for you?”

“It’s uh, a lot more effective when my bed smelled like you, but the pictures are pretty fuckin’ hot, so, s’working pretty well.”

Charlotte feels her cheeks heat up and rolls her eyes as if he can see her. “They’re mostly candid shots of me walkin’ around your house or mine, they can’t be that hot.”

“They’re of you.” Lip says matter of factly. As if it wasn’t something to be discussed. Just a fact..

The woman shifts again, playing with the strings of her hoodie absently as she mutes the phone briefly, Lip’s quiet breathing on speaker in her room as she sorts out what she’s gonna say next. Taking the phone off of mute she takes a breath, gathering her courage. “So, does that mean you don’t need any…help?”

She sits, staring at her phone nervously as she waits for his reply. There’s a beat of silence that makes her stomach twist uncomfortably until it dissipates at the sound of Lip’s laughter filling her room.

“Are…are you trying to initiate phone sex with me?” he wheezes, cackling into the phone. Charlotte yelps, taking the phone off of speaker and putting it to her ear.

“Fuck you, not anymore!” 

Lip smirks to himself on the opposite end, trying to choke down his laughter. He wasn’t laughing at her per se. Well, actually, he was a little. But aside from that, the fact that she was nervous was what made him laugh. The irony of it all. Lip had been all but begging her for a crumb of pussy since he’d met her. Once they had gotten to that weird limbo of pretending to be just friends, she’d opened the door to making out and heavy petting, but Lip was letting her take the lead. Even now, he never wants to push, he’s always pushed, but now, he was happy with what they were doing. Well, not actually, but he was willing to wait for her. 

The fact that she’d be hesitant, or think they live in some kind of alternate universe where Lip might not want it, was hilarious. Either, she doesn’t know him very well, or his girl doesn’t know how sexy she is. Both options seem ridiculous.

“No, I’m sorry, come on, set the mood, bunny, m’ready.”

“No,” she whines, “I already don’t know how and now you’ve laughed at me. You fuckin’ do it.”

He chuckles lowly again as he pushes off of his bed to lock the door. “Well, I really miss you. I miss seeing you. Touching you. Waking up to you in the morning, being on top of you.” Lip listens for the change in Charlotte’s breathing, trying to focus on the task at hand and not let this end almost immediately because he’s envisioning what she’s going to be doing on the other end of the phone. “Take your pants off for me, bunny?”

“Already did.” she breathes. “And if you laugh, I’ll hang up.”

Lip starts undoing the buttons on his own pants, nodding as if she could see him. “Nothin’ to laugh at. Good job, baby.” A sound on the other side of the phone makes his brows go up as he spits into his hand. “Yeah? You like me tellin’ you how good you are? Gotta talk to me, sweetheart.” 

“I miss you too, how you take care of me,” Lip bites his lip and takes himself out of his boxers as she whimpers into his ear. “Kissin’ you.”

“Fuck.” Lip groans quietly, rubbing his hand along his dick, smoothing his thumb over the tip, sweeping over the precum forming there. He hears every lilt in Charlotte’s voice as he feels himself already building. He keeps trying to remind himself to talk to her, trying not to be too dirty because he doesn’t know her style yet and not just moan into the mic. He grits out praises lowly. ‘Good girl’ ‘C’mon baby’ ‘So fuckin good, so fuckin’ sexy’.

But he keeps being distracted by the sounds that she’s making, the sound of his name. He’s never been so thankful to Monica and Frank for naming him Phillip because the sound of that name rolling off of his girlfriend’s tongue could make any man nut. 

He hears her voice pitch even higher and he knows that she’s close. That delicious pressure is building in his lower stomach and sinks his teeth into his lower lip. “K-keep talkin’ baby, a little more, let me hear you bunny. You takin’ care of yourself over there”

“Yes, fuck Phillip, m’gonna cum.”

Shit does he want that. He’s never wanted anything more. But then that goddamn number starts floating around in his head. 772 goddamned fucking miles. Fucking two weeks. No, don’t think about this now. Focus. He begs his own mind not to piss him off. Sweat slides down his temple as he tightens his grip on himself and lets her whimpers ring in his ears. Lip groans, pleading with himself not to miss this opportunity. Something is fucking missing. This isn’t fuckin’ enough. I need…I fucking-

Lip puts his phone on speaker, Charlotte’s cries fill the room and he literally edges himself as his fingers fumble with his phone in his free hand. Blue eyes light up as they find what they’re looking for. “Okay, come on baby, cum with me.” he grunts.

Lip’s abs clench as he comes into his hand, trying to contain the mess as much as possible and muffle his moans so his siblings can’t hear what he’s doing. He settles into a groan of Charlotte’s name, biting back following it with three words that have been rattling around in his brain for a while now. He tries to commit the sounds Charlotte is making to memory, feeling pride in his chest at knowing he caused it, and a paired feeling of emptiness knowing he couldn’t pull her to him now that they’re done. 

Sitting up, he reaches on the ground, grabbing a discarded t-shirt, wiping his hands off on it and putting it back on the floor. 

“Phillip?” a small voice calls out. His attention is brought back to his phone, briefly smiling at the picture he’d left open on it before frowning again as he hears something strange in Charlotte’s voice. “Are you still here?”

“Yeah, m’still here, bunny.” The weakness of her voice forces a softness into his own. 

“Can we talk a little now?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can talk to you.” Lips says, furrowing his brows at the sound of Charlotte’s voice. There’s a meekness that makes his stomach drop as he scoots up on his bed, suddenly feeling the need to both cover himself and rob someone for the little bit of money to buy a ticket to fuck ass Virginia. “You okay, baby?”

A shaky breath is released on the other line and there is silence for a moment, the blond pulls the phone from his ear to check to see if the call disconnected, hurriedly placing it back when he hears her again. “M’fine. I…um, like that you call me that. I like bunny too.”

Lip releases his own breath as he hears her voice become a little more normal, letting himself smile again as he lights a joint. “I know you do.” 

“So fucking full of yourself.” she giggles, the sound making Lip feel like the sun shining directly into his room. 

“Aye, watch your mouth. You must have some bad influences out there, what happened to my sweetheart?” he says, trying to light the blunt quietly.

“You curse every other word.” she hums. “But, I was thinking.”

“Interesting.”

“Phillip.” 

“Okay, sorry, Charlotte, go.” He snickers, reaching for his ashtray on his nightstand, flicking ash and relighting the blunt. Lip grunts, pushing off of the bed, unlocking the door and peaking out to listen to hear if Liam was crying, satisfied to close it again when he isn’t.

“You need a nickname,” Charlotte says, the sound of her rustling around in her own bed making its way through the phone. “I’ve got like five. Baby, sweetheart, bunny, sweet thing, and the mean one-”

“Woah, what do I call you that’s mean?” 

“Um, brat?” she snarks.

Lip rolls his blue eyes, settling back on his bed, unable to contain the smile on his face. “That’s not one of your nicknames, that’s more like an uh, assessment of your behavior.” 

“Regardless! I wanna give you a nickname. How about Lippy?”

His lips curl in disgust, the actual shock at the name making him cough on the smoke, breathing it out through his nose. “Yeah, I will not fuckin’ answer to that.” 

She laughs again mumbling a, ‘yes you would’  and Lip is irritated by the fact that despite fucking hating it, he would answer to whatever she called him as long as she kept calling. “Pookie? Pooh Bear?”

“Am I Liam?”

“Bubba, or bubs, or bub! For short!”

“What happened to boyfriend, huh? You liked that?” he groans.

“Boyfriend isn’t going away.” Charlotte says, and Lip can basically picture the smug smile on her face she always makes when she’s about to get her way. “He’s just gonna be joined by bubba.” 

The blond is humiliated by what he’s become. Cringing to himself he prays to any god that will listen that Ian and Mickey never manage to hear Charlotte chirp out his newfound pet name and mourns the version of himself that would never let a girl call him anything but Lip. “Bubba, that’s what you like?”

“And babe. Mostly bubba and boyfriend. What’d you think I was gonna call you? Daddy?” she says in a playful seductive voice. Unaware that on the other side of the line her boyfriend was adjusting himself.

“Not unless you’re down to go again.”

“Hmm, unfortunately my mom should be home soon.” Charlotte sighs. Lip immediately feels that ache in his chest again, never really thinking about the lows of her hanging up that come with the highs of their phone calls. “I miss you, bubba.”

He nods as if she can see him, mouth opening and closing, he wills down the want to beg her to stay on the phone. “Miss you too, princess. You forgot one.”

“That one’s Mickey’s.” she laughs.

“Nah,” Lip says softly into the phone. “They’re all mine.” 

The couple reluctantly hangs up and Lip’s head is racing. Full of thoughts of Charlotte, distance and new territory. He’s never been here before. He doesn’t know how to navigate being the type of boyfriend Charlotte deserves. He doesn’t think he’s ever been a boyfriend before, and now he was going to have to be a long distance one?  He couldn’t do this. He needed her to come home. Charlotte needs to come home.

He’s shaken from his thoughts by the sound of his phone vibrating again. And because he’s fuckin’ whipped now, a smile immediately spreads across his face as he grabs it without looking, happy that Charlotte missed him enough to call back so fast. “Missed me already, bunny?”

“Oh..um, is this a bad time, Phillip?” 

Lip pauses, unable to register what’s happening as he holds the phone against his ear as the only other woman he’s ever let call him Phillip waits for him to say something. Anything. 

“Phillip?”

“Helene?”

#oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #kevin ball #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #veronica fisher #gallagher #love #charlotte fisher

[cthylla-rlyeh]

OC Inspiration - Faith Rose

I OWN NONE OF THESE GIFS

#oc inspo #ch: Faith Rose #camille preaker #lip gallagher #nancy downs #senua #Laura Palmer #nadia vulvokov #charlie haverford #fleabag

[forourghosts]

This is a muse specific starter call for Lip Gallagher!

#✶ — › i don’t wanna let ‘em down — ⌜ starter call⌟ #✶ — › i’m the bad guy duh! — ⌜ ch: lip gallagher⌟

[wiypt-writes]

Riding On

CH29- Wedlock And Load Part 3- Unchained Melody

Summary: Fliss and Frank head off to their hotel for their own private party…

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Pairing: Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Yeah, sorry not sorry, this is just a smut fest…

Word Count- 3.8k

Lonely rivers flow to the sea, to the sea, to the open arms of the sea. Yes, lonely rivers sigh, "Wait for me, wait for me, I'll be coming home, wait for me"

Riding On Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Ch 29 Part 2

Fliss and Frank arrived at the Sandpearl Resort at Clearwater Beach in just as good spirits as when they’d departed their friends and family some twenty-five minutes or so previously.

The doorman nodded to them as he opened the door into the spacious and modern reception area, the place more or less deserted bar the staff, who all stopped and greeted them with a round of applause. Frank grinned, his arm which was curled round Fliss’ waist pulled her closer and he pressed a kiss to her head as they were greeted by the night manager. After being welcomed and congratulated some more, they headed up to their room where their bags were already waiting. Frank turned, sweeping Fliss into his arms, carrying her through the doorway as she giggled and pressed a kiss to his lips. A bottle of champagne sat on ice on the table in the smaller room of the suite but neither paid it much attention, both heading through to the bedroom, taking in the plus décor of the suite they’d decided to treat themselves to a stay in. The entire place had a direct view of the Gulf of Mexico, thanks to the huge windows and a private balcony. Directly below was the now abandoned tropical, lagoon-style pool and bar area. It was gorgeous.

And now, it was just the two of them for the next few days.

Frank slid his jacket off his thick arms and tossed the garment over the edge of the luxurious looking King size bed, his eyes straying to Fliss as she stood at the sliding door, overlooking the ocean. She sighed contently. With a smile of his own, Frank came from behind, his hands on her hips as he rubbed himself against her backside, his lips pressing against the column of her neck. "I love you, Mrs. Adler." Fliss turned her head, cranking it as far as she could to catch Frank's lips in a soft, slow kiss. He turned her body to face him as Fliss slid her hands up his chest and around his neck. "I love you, too, Mr. Adler," she whispered breaking their kiss. "Have a drink with me. I want to sit outside, enjoy this just for a bit longer." Frank tilted his head to one side. “You wanna sit outside?” Fliss bit her lip and gave him a nod. “I’ve had the most wonderful day, Frankie. I don’t want it to end. Not yet.” "Okay," he softly smirked, "we'll sit outside." “With the champagne.” Fliss instructed and Frank laughed. “Yes, with the champagne.” She grinned and shuffled out to the parlor of their suite. She'd long kicked her shoes off and so her dress dragged across the carpeted floor. She passed the bucket and slipped through the sliding door from the parlor, waiting for Frank to join her. She leaned her forearms against the railing and looked out across the Gulf. The autumn beach breeze fluttered her flyaway strands of hair. Surprisingly, she wasn't cold, nor was there a need for a jacket. Her adrenaline from the day kept her comfortably warm. A large hand slid up her back gently, ghosting along that back panel of sheer fabric on her dress. Frank's lips pressed to her temple and she stood upright to face him. Frank handed her a flute and gave a lazy smile. "Where's yours?" Fliss asked. Frank indicated with a flick of his eyes and twitch of his head that it sat on the little table between the two wicker chairs just behind them. Frank took her free hand, no words between them, and guided her to those very same wicker chairs. He sat and pulled her into his lap. Fliss tucked herself against Frank's chest, her feet swung over his legs, her train covering him like a blanket. He reached for his own flute and looked up at his wife. "Cheers," he said. His voice buzzing against Fliss' side in a low, husky tone. "Cheers," she whispered, clinking her glass with his and bending at the neck for a kiss after taking a sip of the bubbly drink. Her kiss over Frank's lips was soft, but long, sensual and with no deep lashing of tongue. Just a romantically soft, slow kiss. "Did you enjoy it?” Her voice was almost a whisper as she pulled away, her eyes bright as she looked at Frank. "Every second of it," Frank admitted. “Best day of my life, well, one of them anyway.”

“What were the others?”

“There’s been a few, but they all start with the day I met you,” he kissed her again, “Our first date, when you said yes, Alex being born, adopting Mary,” he sighed, “the common factor is you, Lissy, in all of it.” Fliss smiled and then tucked her head back into the crook of his neck as they sat in peaceful silence for a moment. Frank's hand rubbed up and down Fliss back before curling around her side, his fingers sliding up and down the side panel of her gown. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Cowgirl." “Charmer,” she let out a snort, “but for the record, you happen to be the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on, Sailor.” A low chuckle bounced his chest and silence washed over them once more. The Gulf crashed into the shore below, the sounds of the bar quieting as more people left. The sky was clear, the moon bright, glittering the surface of the water. They were only fifteen or so miles from home, but they could have been anywhere in the world. “Where did you find the DJ?” Fliss asked, “he was amazing!” “Online,” Frank took another sip of his champagne, “the reviews were great. Glad the gamble paid off.” “Like my gamble on you, huh?” Fliss quipped and Frank gave a snort. “You saw me as a gamble?” Fliss shrugged, "I did." Frank set his drink down and gently plucked Fliss's from her hand, setting both flutes on the table. Fliss sat up a bit and Frank curled his hand over her the left side of her face, his palm curving over her cheek and jaw, fingers in her hair, his thumb softly against her cheekbone. With a gentle tug, Frank pulled Fliss into a kiss. The action alone made her insides flutter and her throat gasp. A soft squeak escaped Fliss as she placed a hand over his chest, anchoring herself as Frank deepened his kiss, his tongue gliding over her top lip. Fliss opened her mouth and allowed that heavy muscle to invade her. In slow, languid motions, Frank kissed his wife, sucking on that lower lip of her pout. When they separated, both drew in huge breaths of air, their foreheads pressed together as Frank’s palm lay warm against Fliss’ cheek, his thumb softly gliding over her cheekbone. “You ready to go inside yet?” Frank whispered, his eyes remaining closed. "Nope," she replied softly.

Again he chuckled. She was killing him, he wanted to desperately peel the lace away from her skin and devour every ounce of his new wife. But he also wanted her to savour every minute she could, commit this day to memory so she could look back on it fondly, not fearfully as with her previous marriage. And if that meant them staying still, wrapped in a little bubble of peace for a while longer, then so be it. He could wait. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Time passed, minutes felt like hours, and at one point Frank assumed Fliss had fallen asleep as her body relaxed against his, but she hadn't, for she'd started running her manicured hand over his chest, curling it upward around his neck, scratching at his longer hairs there. Frank made a noise of contentment, almost a purr as her fingers danced over his skin. Fliss lips turned upward slowly, a soft smile showing her teeth. She bumped her nose with Frank's, rubbing along his own. Then she pressed her forehead against his. "Let's go inside, Sailor." She slid off his lap, and this time Fliss took Frank's hand pulling him up and walking across the balcony to their room slider. She walked in a sideways pattern, her eyes peering over her shoulder, arm extended out pulling Frank with her. Once inside, she didn’t even leave Frank time to slide the door closed. She turned to him, her hands smoothing up his shirt, fingers deftly undoing his already loose tie completely. She gripped the ends of the tie in both hands and pulled Frank's neck down, capturing his lips this time, a growl slipping away from his chest. His hands flew to her waist, thumbs strumming over her ribs. He backed Fliss towards the bed, trying to control their actions, but Fliss weighted herself down and stood firm in place. She broke free, and turned, her back to Frank, her eyes peering over her shoulder. Deep brown pools looked at him from beneath heavy lidded eyes and he felt his cock twitch. "Little help, Sailor," Fliss asked. Frank's chest tightened and he felt it hard to breathe as he swallowed down the lump in his throat. The way she looked at him, her eyes bright in the dark, her hair still done but stray pieces falling free framing her face, he was rock hard already. He reached out with his hands, his eyes running up the line of delicate buttons which trailed from the nape of her neck down to the seat of her stunning dress. With every button he undid, Frank kissed each small bit of now exposed skin. As he made his way down, Frank gently dropped to his knees, popping the last few buttons, leaving him with a glimpse of that dip in her back and the hem line of a pair of skimpy, white lace panties. Another growl rumbled in his chest and as he rose to his feet, he dragged his tongue up her spine, causing her to shudder. A nip at her the base of her neck and hot hands touched her shoulder blades. His fingertips pushed the lace straps over her shoulders and down her arms, his palms rubbing along her skin, never breaking contact. Fliss could feel each exhale from his nose as her body heated up, his lips covering her shoulder in open mouthed kisses. Her own breath was ragged, the erotic and sensual way Frank was being so slow and so handsy was driving her wild. As the straps slipped over her hands, the dress fell away and pooled at her feet, "Look at me, baby." Frank gravely whispered. Fliss turned slowly and caught his eyes eating up her body, from her knees, over the lace panties covering her mound, up her belly and over her breasts until blue met brown. She blushed through and through, and whilst Frank had seen her exposed in this way so many times, she'd never seen the look behind his eyes like tonight. His left hand shot out for her waist, his right immediately cupping her jaw as he attacked her lips with force. Something inside him having snapped and he was tired of slow. Fliss mirrored his eager actions, her own hands flying to the buckle of his belt. A quick movement, and the clanging of metal rang out, mingling with the soft pants and moans which were flowing between the pair of them. Frank backed Fliss to the bed, her knees folding as they hit the side and as she sat down, his hand pressed gently on her sternum, laying her back. Taking a step back, he quickly shed his dress shirt and slacks, her eyes watching his every movement. When he straightened back up from dispensing of his socks, Fliss propped herself up on her elbows and she smirked. “Nice boxers.” Frank grinned and twirled so she could see the ridiculous writing on the back of the underwear she’d given him,  and she laughed before he slipped them down, leaving him naked in front of her, his cock springing free. In a blink, his body was caging hers as she bent a knee to scoot herself further up the bed. Frank bent at the neck, kissing Fliss furiously, his tongue driving down her throat as his hands, curled into fists, held his weight above her. Fliss' nails scratched down Frank's hairy chest, along his soft abs until she turned her wrists, palm up and took hold of his hard shaft. At the feel of her warm hand wrapping around him, Frank’s jaw clenched and he let out a half growl, half moan as Fliss gently began to move her wrist. As his tongue moved around her mouth, her hand pumped him up and down at the same pace. Frank tore away from her lips and nipped along her jaw, getting her right in that spot below her ear. Fliss mewled under him, a purr of sorts vibrating her chest and out her mouth. Hot, open mouthed kisses and nips here and there skimmed down the column of her neck to her sternum, and over her right breast. A pert nipple met tongue and teeth and Fliss gasped. A smirk curled over Frank's lips as he gave his attention to her nipple, the sounds escaping his wife causing goose flesh across his skin. He laved and kitten licked at her right side before minding the same attention to her left. Her pelvis tipped up as she arched into him and Frank, ever the opportunist, sat up a little and hooked his fingers into the waistband of Fliss’ panties, gliding them down her smooth legs. He salivated at her neatly managed core. Those curls and wet heat looking beyond inviting. His hands slid up the inside of Fliss’ thighs, blunt nails gently biting at her skin, lips following in their wake. Frank feasted on her like Fliss was his most favorited dessert, controlling his pace as he went. Long and deep licks tasting all of her, short and shallow flicks of his tongue at her opening, thumbed pressure against her already sensitive and swollen clit. Fliss' hands were at his hair, tugging on the longer strands up top, a growth she was rather enjoying as his beard delightfully burned against her soft skin. As she gave a particularly strong pull, Frank’s face buried further into her heat and he let out a growl at the sting in his scalp. Fuck, he loved it when she got demanding like this. Fliss could feel that knot tightening deep in her belly, her muscles already coiling as her first, but surely not her last, orgasm of the night was fastly approaching. “Frankie, shit, I’m gonna…” her soft, panting breath cut off as her body began quaking. First in her toes as they curled against the duvet, then through her calves upward into her thighs, shaking against Frank's ears. Her belly came next as she curled her body upward, tightening those muscles as the wave moved up through her arms, tingling into her chest as a strangled cry of 'oh' escaped her lips. He hadn't even gotten a finger inside her yet and she was already a writhing mess beneath his touch. With soft and gentle kisses against her most outward lips, Frank brought her through it and ever so gently ran a thick finger over her slit. She jolted at his touch and Frank couldn’t help the smug smirk that spread across his face. Seeing her so suppliant, totally undone underneath him like this was a sight he would never tire off. He dipped a finger into her soaked heat, and Frank could still feel her walls spasm deep inside. "Oh, Fliss," he crooned. He gave her another and hooked his fingers, giving that come hither motion, getting her right in that soft cushion spot. She gave a soft sigh of pleasure, her hips rising and falling gently with the movements of his hands, eagerly seeking out his touch. It took mere minutes of strokes and scissoring to bring her in for a second time, breaking open a damn as she flooded his hand, her chest heaving for calming breaths. Bringing her through it again, Frank was amazed at how she looked. Sex blown and flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening over her body, nipples hardened in the cool air of the room, lips still kiss swollen and hair dishevelled. That was his girl. His wife, his Fliss. His Cowgirl. And he loved her until his dying breath. Moving slowly, Frank crawled over her, his lips latching into hers as he kissed her hard, swallowing the gentle sounds she was still making. Her hands slid up round his back, her finger tips feeling like icy fire against his skin. And then he blinked and was on his back, his wife over his hips, his cock laying against her mound. The strength she had as she titled her hips into him, the force she'd shown as she pushed him with her knee and the lustfully blown eyes she possessed blew him away. Frank knew his eyes were wide with surprise as he watched her. That satisfied smirk over her lips as she balanced herself over his hips, her hands now sliding up his chest, one remaining against his solid peck as the other rest against the pillow, palm flat between his head and shoulder. Fliss bent down and kissed him with fervour. “Why does it still surprise you that my legs are so strong?” She grinned as she pulled away slightly, her nipples dragging in the hair on his chest. “I have half tonne animals between them pretty much every day.” "Is that what you want? A ride?" he chuckled. “I wanna fuck my husband.” She replied, her voice low and sultry as her eyes flashed in the dim light of the room. A groan erupted from Frank’s mouth as his hand reached up and cupped the back of her hair, bringing her face back down to his. “He’s not stopping you, baby girl.” Her hips tilted up as she reached between them, her hand giving him a solid pump before she ran his head between her folds, soaking him. Then, Fliss lined him up and slid her hips back down, her core swallowing Frank up. Frank let out a half gasp, half groan as his hands moved to grip at her hips as she sat up, taking him as deep as he could go. "Fuck, Lissy," Frank's head pressed further into the pillow as she started moving, using only her hips and thighs to carousel up and down his cock. She found a steady rhythm, her strong legs giving her the momentum as she gently bounced on top of him, the hand planted on his chest gently contracting with her movements. Every once in a while she stilled, rotating her hips with him seated inside, and fuck, it was the most exquisite thing he had ever felt. His eyes never left hers, it was almost as if she had cast a spell on him, her very soul bewitching him like it had since the first time they’d met. "So close," Fliss breathed, her eyes fluttering shut for a second as her head titled back. "Oh yeah," Frank squeezed at her hips. "Please, Liss, just like that, honey." Frank watched as Fliss’  face screwed up in pleasure again and he bit his lip hard. He was so close, so fucking close, but no way was he finishing before he dragged a third one from her. "Cum, Lissy," he panted, "good girl. Right there, honey. Just let go." Her jaw slackened, mouth opened as she ground down on him, a feeble noise escaping her mouth as Frank felt her walls clamping around him, weakly this time, and she collapsed onto his chest. His lips met the crown of her head as his thick arms wrapped around her, rolling them, Fliss led beneath him on her back, as Frank was still buried inside her. His hands reached for hers, tangling their fingers together as he pressed them into the pillow either side of her head. His ruts were deep, but fast as he chased his own end, desperate now for the bliss that came from being buried inside his girl. Her body bopped beneath him with each thrust, his forehead just a pinch from hers, the tip of his nose gliding over her own. "I love you, Fliss," Frank whispered breathlessly against her cheeks. "Frankie," she purred, tears brimming her eyes. His lips connected with hers as he came, filling her with a release he felt had been backed up for months. The force causing his body to practically stiffen over her, only his hips sloppily finishing him. Frank pitched forward, his face pressing into the crook of Fliss’ neck and shoulder as the world spun around him, blood pounding in his ears. He felt Fliss wiggle her fingers and he released her hands so she could run them through his hair and down the back of his neck, the way she always did. They both lay in silence, the warm breeze from the still open door gently swaying the veil curtains, causing them to billow into the room.

After a little while, Frank felt Fliss kiss his cheek. “You back with me yet, handsome?” "Nope," he mumbled. Fliss chuckled, her hand still carding though his hair. Frank gave a contented sigh as she pressed her lips to his temple. “I love you.” Her mouth brushed his skin and he smiled, pushing his face further into her neck. Feather light kisses littered her neck and with a deep breath and a little fatigued struggle, Frank lifted himself from his bride. “I love it when you look like this.” He smiled, his lips brushing hers. “Freshly fucked out.” "I love it when you freshly fuck me, Sailor." "I got an idea," Frank smirked. He pulled out gently, missing her warmth and propped himself up over her. “What?” “Wait here, get comfy.” He kissed her quickly and backed off the bed. “Where you going?” Fliss asked as he left her there. Bare ass naked, and with an 'I just got laid' smirk, he slipped out on the balcony, completely ignoring her question.  Grabbing the ice bucket with the still mostly full bottle of champagne in one hand, he picked up the two empty flutes with the other and padded back into their bedroom. Fliss was propped up against the headboard, the sheets pulled up around her, just covering her breasts as she was busy taking the pins out of her hair. She paused as he sauntered back into the room and smiled as she saw what was in his hands. “You didn’t want the night to end, so it doesn’t have to,” Frank smiled, placing the ice bucket down on the nightstand, “let’s put some music on, drink this in bed, then order another bottle. Twenty four hours service, baby.” "I think that's the perfect plan, Sailor." Fliss’ smile grew even wider as Frank poured them both a glass, handing her one before he slipped in between the sheets. “Maybe if we manage to keep our eyes open, we can watch the sun rise.” Frank lifted his left arm so Fliss could snuggle into him, his hand brushing up and down her arm. The silver metal of his new addition glinted in the soft light of the lamp which Fliss had turned on just as he had left the room a few minutes ago.

“It’s way past midnight,” Fliss took a sip of her champagne, “but it doesn’t count as tomorrow until we’ve been to sleep, right?” “Right.” “In that case,” she sat up and looked at him, her eyes bright with love and leaned down to give him a kiss, “sunrise it is.”

#riding on #frank adler #frank adler x ofc #frank adler x original female character #gifted #gifted fan fic #frank adler fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans characters

[storiesofsvu]

Ok, last night I went back and rewatched 'The Long Arm of the Witness' because you suggested it at the end of SSS ch 15. At this point I had read through ch 17 of SSS. Keeping in mind what I knew from SSS, I watched the episode and holy crap it fits with canon perfectly! Not only does it fit, but I feel like canon doesn't even make sense without SSS.

Like in SSS when Carisi mentions that Rita was acting different during the Gallagher trial and didn't seem bothered at all when the prosection brought new evidence last minute. She really did look relieved. And when the judge changed the verdict, Rita wasn't even mad. She just sat there calmly and once again had a look of relief. Normally she would've been so mad if that kind of thing happened. I also noticed the comment she made to Olivia in the elevator at the end of the episode, and then you brought that up in ch 18. Like Rita said in SSS, it definitely felt like she was saying that to Olivia, almost hoping she would figure out what Rita was trying to tell her without actually having to say it.

It all makes so much sense. SSS is canon and no one can tell me otherwise. It explains everything.

Babbbbeeeeyyyy!!

THANK YOU!! Seriously. My viewings of that episode went like 1. RITA RITA IS BACK. I was so distracted I didnt notice the subtle acting/directing choices. I IMMEDIATELY watched it again and 2. “This... isnt the same rita we remember...”

And then I got to thinking about ms marvel herself. She’s TOO GOOD of a fucking actress to just drop 90% of traits that Rita had just cause it had been a few years/Barba wasnt there to bounce quips off of.

Plus her comments about Gallagher in the first scene?? And then she reps him???

Sorry for the delay cause I had to go dig up gifs LOL

Thats the moment the judge allows the recording Holmes took in the bathroom. She doesn’t glare, she doesn’t scoff, she doesn’t even cock a brow. Her lips don’t purse. And there’s even the *slightest* curve up of them as if she’s not only relieved but HAPPY knowing he’s going down.

Then we get Chip allocuting saying he now realizes his “advances weren’t wanted” or whatever. There’s hesitancy? Almost in her eyes, a near glare before she focusses on nothing. The tiniest little nod.

THIS ONE???

The FACT THAT SHE CANNOT EVEN LOOK OLIVIA IN THE EYE WHEN SHE SAYS THE “lie back & take it”????!!!!!!! Her gaze is downcasted, it’s submissive. And when she leaves the elevator its not her normal power walk, she’s defeated, exhausted, trying to keep up a front.

And NOW. Let’s go back.

S17.

The downland case. She doesn’t just send Abby & her parents into svu. She goes in herself & drags the detectives back to their house. She’s there every moment, sneaking her way into finding out the dna matched. She’s waiting outside for Barba, assuring him of Abby doing the right thing, how she “was answering his texts” how Abby was “introverted, shy, doesn’t know how to act about it cause theyre teenagers still seeing each other at school”. She’s there for the entire trial, and m’am is acting her ASS off in the background of shots that aren’t even in focus 😂 (which also makes me wonder if the rita we know is so sharp & abrasive because she was shy back as a teenager & she didnt really know how to say no kinda thing)

Next time we see her is s18ep 1 terrorized. She takes on a client who (imo, shouldnt have even been being charged) was forced/coerced into a crime because she was being abused & raped. THIS is Rita’s expression while the girl’s telling her story. I dont think that’s “lets look extra symphathetic for brownie points for liv” i think this is a “i understand...really...”

We do see her again in Spellbound, which I’ll have to go watch again & properly analyze lol. But it’s a solid win for her & a tricky case cause the girl did vocally say yes to sex ON TAPE. (Though she was hypnotized)

I TRULY think they were setting Rita up to have the arc that Nikki Staines ended up taking in s19 because ms marvel went off & got signed on to HOC/Homeland and wasn’t available.

BUT I do think they’re revisiting it now because those tiny little subtle things ms marvel does in the s22 ep just aren’t the Rita we’re used to. (Not to mention she almost gets thrown in contempt & that has NEVER happened. She would get her “withdrawn”’s out before Barba could even object!) and ms marvel (and i quote from an article) “has more acting ability/power in her jawline than most actors do their entire career”

Anyways!

Thank you for coming to my ted talk & I do believe that SSS should be canon 😂😂

I knew I wanted a story to cover the s22 ep stuff, and it was when I rewatched A Misunderstanding that I froze & was all “wait... Rita went to dowland.... is... her name on that wall?” Abs BOOM plot.

#serendipitous secrets and surprises #rita calhoun #law and order svu #rambles #katt’s analysis

[khaoray]

Favourite Character Meme ✳ 1/4 Relationships [Lip and Ian Gallagher]

She's my best friend. No, I'm your best friend.

#shameless #shamelessedit #tvedit #cinematv #lipgallagheredit #*gifs #g: shameless #*fcm #ch: lip gallagher #ch: ian gallagher #i just think that they're the most important relationship on the whole show

[tamiettitami]

Hi, this is my first time making a request so I hope I'm not doing wrong, I wanted to ask you if you could write a oneshot about a sick Lip Gallagher and Ian taking care of him or Lip having a bad day and Ian taking care of him. Sorry for the bad english!

no worries, and i tried something out here in relation to his sobriety storyline in s8 since that’s where i am in my rewatch right now!

#karyssa answers #anonymous #tv: shameless us #ch: ian gallagher #ch: lip gallagher #ao3 #archive of our own #my writing #prompt fill #fic #ficlet #fanfic #fanfiction #ian gallagher #lip gallagher #s8 #season eight #season 8