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m4ndysk4nkovich · 8 months
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shameless (us) pre-canon headcanons:
ian found out about west point’s existence when he was seven and immediately decided he wanted to go there.
kev and v met the gallagher’s in 2001 and would take the kids out for ice cream or something cheap that they had never expierenced before.
debbie and carl used to do matching halloween costumes. one year carl dressed up as peanut butter and debbie as jelly, and carl wouldn’t stop making “nuts” jokes the entire time, much to debbie’s dismay.
ian slept with a teddy bear until he was about nine. nobody but fiona and lip know about this.
lip is afraid of the dark.
ian and debbie both get sick more than any of their siblings, and usually they would bring home some bug that get’s all of the other siblings sick. they all fall like dominoes once one of them is sick.
mickey and mandy both listened to mcr as kids.
fiona and ian used to race eachother around the block.
fourth of july is ian’s favorite holiday and he and lip always set off fireworks every year, starting at ages 7 and 8.
ian was so excited when debbie was born. he used to kiss her head and would always carry her and hug her. he loved being a big brother.
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charlieconwayy · 6 months
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Shameless Celebration ● [4/10] episodes ↳ May I Trim Your Hedges? [3x03]
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spacediddly · 2 years
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Okay, but in the episode where Ian is going to prison and they can’t get ahold of Fiona to drive him and Kevin says “How about Uncle Kev drive you?”, that is so sweet and makes me so sad, because Ian and all of the Gallaghers had such a horrible home life and terrible fucking parents, and Kev and V really stepped up and became the adult figures and helped Fiona with the kids and they really became like aunt and uncle to Ian and all of them.
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hayscodings · 5 months
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thought this was an interesting parallel
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aaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaa · 2 years
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Watching Shameless makes me feel better about my problems honestly (they do not even compare)
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well this week was shit but i did start watching shameless to curb the insomnia
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thebearer · 7 months
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No bcs i love lip and innocent (secretly a whore) reader
Imagine him taking her home to meet the gallaghers (v, kev and mickey included bcs the are gallaghers too... not up to debate) and them going at it in his room and she just puts him in the craziest positions for hours, and when they finish lip is just like: arms and legs spread ou face flush.
He just stops his whore phase, nothing compares, jackpot right there
fucking in his childhood bedroom??? his family's downstairs and she helped cook, clean up the kitchen, all sweet with gemma and amy, answering kev's millions of questions, just giggling at mickey and ian's banter all sweetly. they're like how the fuck is she with lip but also... how the fuck did lip get her??? he's so rough and she's so sweet.
they go "to bed" and something about the tiny bed, the millions of posters that lip blushes at. he doesn't have to share anymore, thank god, and the two of you stay the night instead of going all the way across town to your shared apartment.
"pretty noisy mattress." you hum, sitting on the squeaking springs with a small grin. "got a lot of use, hm?"
"stop." lip shakes his head, blushing. "guess we can't fuck, huh? sucks, because you with the babies? kinda did it f'me."
"yeah?" you laugh. "we don't have to stay on the bed." you bat your eyes at him. "or, we can be really quiet."
fifteen minutes later, you're on top of him, your head in his groin, sucking his cock like your life depended on it. playing with his balls, pressing your thumb to the rim of his asshole- which he was still getting used to. lip was furious at how turned on it made him, hips bucking and whimpers tumbling out of his mouth when you'd always cheekily thumb it. his hands gripping your thighs, moans muffled by your pussy, a free hand fingering you slowly, sloppily. the bed was quiet, except for a few hip jumps when you'd suck his balls.
his family, the ones still in the house, talking about how lip had really lucked out, how you were so sweet it was insane. lip loved it, loved that debbie and ian and mickey would bombard him with "how the fuck did you manage that?" because little did they know. he hoped they would never know.
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marksbear · 10 months
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Hello, I saw your post about Kev and I was wondering if you would be willing to write something with him and an even bigger, like 6’8, stoic male reader? Kev is a big golden retriever but I am an even bigger black cat. Your writing never fails to amaze me so i’m sure you’ll do it justice.
I’m always willing to write something like this for him! And sorry that I haven’t been posting much this week! I’m currently far from home 😭
KEVIN BALL X STOIC TALLER MALE READER
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-He doesn’t know if he hates it or loves it. Since he’s always been tallest guy in the neighborhood, but now he doesn’t know how to feel about it.
-Likes to make those dumb cheesy “How’s the weather up there?” Jokes even though he’s tall himself.
-Kev and V thinking about adding you into their relationship.
-Your kinda their poly awakening.
-Rants to people at the bar about you and your height.
-He’s so loud and such a people person, but your so quiet and reserved.
-He tends to ramble and rant about anything on his mind or what’s been going on around the neighborhood, while you just listen.
-You two are such a unlikely duo. Literally everyone and anyone is surprised that you two even hang out let alone friends.
-He’s such a overthinker and worrier, but you can go through hell and back and you’ll still show no real emotion and he envy’s that.
-“Do you think I’m hot?” Kev says randomly. “Yep Kev… Sooo hot.” You answer not even thinking twice.
-You, Kev and V are literally the trio in the whole neighborhood.
-Borrows your shirts and pants all the time. For once somebody’s clothes aren’t tight on him so he jumps at the opportunity to wear someone’s clothes.
-He’s so embarrassed to ask you for help to reach something that’s up high.
-You two making people look so tiny.
-Likes to lay his head on your shoulder in public.
-You two can never get loss from each other in crowed places.
-Giving V a run for her money. You and Kev are with each other almost all the time so a lot of people mistakenly think you two are dating.
-Helping him kick out frank out the bar.
-Bumping y’all’s head in a doorframe in the same time way too many times.
-You scare him because your just so quiet and distant so you scare the hell out of him every time he turns around goes inside a different room that your in.
-Telling him things that he missed out on because he wasn’t paying any attention.
-Loves to say he loves you romantically or platonically.
THE END
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bubblegumbarbie33 · 5 months
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I really want to write a Shameless AU where the day after 'Cascading Failures' Mandy wakes Mickey up and is like "Fuck this shit we're leaving" and she has a plan to move in with an Internet friend in Indiana but Mickey physically can't leave because Ian Ian Ian so Mandy takes him to the Gallagher house (where Fiona is freaking the fuck out about getting her kids back) and practically begs Fiona to take her brother in like she took Mandy in (not really because they were always fighting but also Fiona never kicked her out so.....)
Fiona's obviously like "Fuck this BS I've gotta get my kids back" and Mickey says that he'll help. Because he remembers what the system is like. Being alone. Fighting every second of every day. Being in a constant state of fight or flight. And he doesn't want that for Ian. Or any of the little Rugrats.
So he stays in the basement and keeps out of the house whenever social services stop by, and cleans and learns how to cook (pizza bagels and burnt eggs) and Fiona gets him a job (because he's not staying at her house with no money coming in, and Mickey doesn't want to work at the Kash and Grab with no Ian) and he works at the Alibi because his dad doesn't come around too often (he owes too many guys money or they owe him a boot to the face) but when Terry busts through the door Kev shoves Mickey under the bar like a little kid.
Mickey goes to the court hearing, because why wouldn't he? And Ian sees him walk in with Fiona and Mickey's looking at the ground and shuffling his feet because he knows that this is too much. That he's caring too much. But Ian doesn't say anything and just sits, glued to his side, until Fiona finally gets her kids back for good and everyone's jumping up and down and Mickey's just smiling but also a little sad because he's never known a family like this.
And then it's peaceful and domestic for a while, Mickey blends into the family. Makes friends with Kev and V. Becomes an dependable ego-check for Lip, a weird cousin/older brother for Carl and Debbie, a helping hand to Fiona, and a boyfriend to Ian. And it's some cheesy Brady Bunch shit but he lets himself love it because he's gone two decades without feeling safe.
Then, of course, Terry finds him. One of his cousins tips him off. He catches Mickey walking home from the Alibi one night, really lays into him. Mickey tries fighting back but finds himself paralyzed by that old, solid fear in the pit of his stomach. So he's just hit, again and again, in the street in front of the Gallagher house.
Until Fiona's on top of Terry with a bat, and Carl's got a blowtorch, and Lip's calling the cops because getting Terry sent to jail will make everyone's life easier, and Ian's kicking the shit out of him, and Debbie's holding a pillowcase full of bricks but she's more focused on making sure Mickey's cuts aren't deep enough to do lasting damage.
And that's enough to get Terry put away for a while. Tony makes sure of it, as due to some personal revelations he's definitely not a supporter of gay-bashing. And Mickey's lying on the couch, feeling like a sack of shit. A burden on the Gallaghers. He contemplates running down to Indiana, but Mandy has seemed happier based on her infrequent texts and social media posts, and he doesn't want to bother her. Because that's what he is. A bother.
But then Ian's sitting down next to him and turning on a movie. And slowly the rest of the family trickles in. And then it's just a normal night with leftovers and action flicks and Ian's arm wrapped around him. And Mickey falls asleep, knowing that when he wakes up the next day, it won't just be a dream.
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gingers-deadbody · 5 months
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The Girl (Technically) Next Door - Carl Gallagher x Fem! Reader
Part One: Getting High / The Start
Part 2 & 3
Carl is my best friend. He we all sorts of dumb shit together. What can I say? I grew up (technically) next door, with the Gallaghers. I'm Kev and V's oldest daughter,
Y/N.
Most nights I sleep at the Gallagher's, in Carl's room. I don't mind sleeping on the floor but he insists I sleep on his bed. Everyone says it's because he has a crush on me, but he always denies it when I confront him.
Last night, I slept in Carl's bed with him. Now it's Friday morning.
C- "Hey Y/N. Ready to leave for school?"
Y/N- "Yea, just give me a sec."
I rushed out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the breakfast Fiona made on the counter.
Fiona and I are very close. Mainly because my mom and her are best friends so we've always got along.
Carl, Debbie, and I all start in our walk to school. Me in the middle, Carl on my left, and Debbie on my right. Carl wraps his hand around my shoulder and I smile at him. Debbie pretends to gag as I chuckle at her actions.
D- "Oh get a room"
Carl smirks at me and I blush. I also have a crush on Carl. I kinda always have. I don't want to ruin my relationship with the Gallaghers tho. My family is very close with them so it would be so awkward if we broke up.
Soon, we arrive at school. Carl and I go to our locker which are right next to each other.
C- "Who's your first period?"
Y/N- "Math with Mrs. Peterson. You're in my math class." I say as I roll my eyes knowing that he knew.
C- "Oh, yea. Right" Carl blushes
After math, I have ELA (English Language Arts) and Carl has Science. We part our ways after saying our friendly 'I love you' partings.
ELA lasts two periods so after ELA is lunch. I make my ways to my locker and Carl and Debs meet me there.
D- "What's for lunch today?" Debs asks sarcastically, knowing that Fi made us all the same thing, a PB&J.
"Same thing as always" Carl and I say in unison. We do that sometimes. I guess when you grow up with a Gallagher, you learn that they're way more predictable than they seem.
Carl, Debbie, and I eat our lunch while we talk with a few other kids. We don't talk about anything important, just stupid shit kids in our neighborhood do.
After lunch, we finish off the rest of our classes and make our way home. Tonight, Carl was staying at my house. Sometimes, when Carl and I stay at my house we sleep on the floor. Other times the sofa or my bed. Dad gets weird about Carl staying over but Mom always tells me to be safe (in case we DO do anything) and she tells Dad to relax.
After dinner Carl and I head up to my room. We watch a few movies at first. Just stupid cringey movies that we both enjoyed during our childhood. Then Carl asks if I have any weed.
C- "Got weed?"
Y/N- "Kev probably has some in his room. I'll go check. Come with?"
C- "Sure." Carl responds and we're on our way to Kev and V's room to search for Weed. First I make sure that they're both downstairs. Probably banging but the more distracted they are, the better. After we find out that they're both downstairs, we sneak back up the stairs and go into their room. I search a few drawers and soon find our prize. It's already rolled and Carl has a lighter so we go back into my room and light it. Me first, then Carl and we go back and forth for a while without saying anything. A few seconds pass and suddenly Carl has his lips on mine. My heart is racing and my face is hot and red. I'm confused, wondering if this was just the Weed making him act up like this. Either way, I loved it. I quickly began to kiss back and after about 2 minutes pass I come up for air.
C- "Sorry about that. I just had an urge-"
Carl is soon cut off by my lips back on his. As he starts to kiss back, my hands sneak to the back of his neck and his go to my waist. This time, Carl is the one coming up for air.
C- "Damn, I didn't know you were that good at kissing"
Y/N- "Comes in handy I guess"
I say awkwardly before picking the blunt back up and soon passing it back to Carl.
C- "This might just be the Weed talking, but if you want,"
Carl cuts himself off and pulls a Condom out of his back pocket. I nodded so fast I embarrassed my self so damn much. Carl jumps on top of me and we start making out. I take off my tank top and sports bra as Carl takes off his T-Shirt. We continue to make out until I decide to flip us over making me top him. I take off his pants and he takes off my shorts as I roll the condom onto his length. Then, Carl flips me over and lines himself up.
C- "Ready?"
Y/N- "Y-yes"
I stutter because I'm nervous. I thought it was sweet Carl was asking tho. A lot of people think that Carl is a rude or mean person but once you really get to know him, he's actually really sweet and kind. To me at least.
Carl pushes himself in as I hold my breath. It hurts for a few minutes and Carl holds still. When I tell him it's ok to move, he start thrusting, fast. If we were on my bed, it would be shaking and hitting the wall causing mom and dad to hear. I was so thankful that we were on the floor.
Very soon, we both finish and throw the condom out, get dressed, pick the blunt back up, and go back to smoking like nothing happened.
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This sucks sm but whatever
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tapesfrom1980 · 7 months
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Hiiii can I poke you for a lip Gallagher x innocent reader request.
💜💜
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“can everyone come here for a moment?” lip called out as he stood in the middle of the gallagher kitchen. he could hear their siblings footsteps and groans as they came closer.
“what’s up?” fiona came from the next room over folding a freshly dried sweatshirt.
“i’m uh” lip looked for the right way to word it without his siblings making fun of him. “i’m having…someone over. i really like this person and i don’t want them to be scared off. so when they get here can you just…act like normal people.”
“woah woah woah.” ian cut in with a stifled laugh. “this person must be very special if you don’t want us? to scare them off.”
“is it a girl? you always bring girls home.” fiona started to smile knowingly. “ she special?”
lip held back an eye roll as his siblings started discussing on who the mystery girl was and why he cared so much about her not being scared off.
“okay, okay yeah! i just…i think there’s something more that’s going to come out of this and you guys can’t ruin that.” he spoke loudly, cutting off his siblings conversations.
“she hot?” carl perked up. everyone gave him a look, even liam.
“you’re like 15 years old carl. she’s not gonna flirt with you.” carl rolled his eyes.
the doorbell rang, and lip knew it was y/n. he gave one last knowing look to his siblings and walked to the door, looking around to make sure the mess isn’t too big.
“y/n.” he let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in when y/n came into view. she was so pretty and he felt himself be more and more enthralled everytime he saw her.
“hi lip.” y/n smiled warmly at him as he stepped aside for her to walk in.
“y/n, these are my siblings.” lip put a hand on her back as he led her to the living room.
“hey i’m fiona, it’s great to meet you.” fiona gave y/n a small but firm hug.
“i’m y/n, it’s so nice to finally meet you!! lip has mentioned all of you guys a lot.” y/n smiled.
“he mention me too?” carl stepped forward with a smirk. “if you ever decide you don’t like this loser, i’m here.” he winked.
“aw you’re so cute!!” y/n brought carl into an embrace with a big grin. everyone else was trying to stifle a laugh as they saw carls disappointment. y/n pulled away and walked towards ian.
“ian right? i’m friends with mandy, she said i’d love you.”
“oh lip i love her already.” ian put his arm around y/n and smiled at lip. he was a little tipsy and in that moment he felt like he had just met his bestfriend.
“oh guys i have to go, it was nice meeting you y/n.” debbie walked into the kitchen to grab her purse.
“where ya going?” fiona asked as debbie stashed stuff into her purse.
“just out.” the ginger shrugged.
“alright, don’t be back too late!” she called out as debbie speed walked outside.
“nice…meeting you?” y/n also tried calling out.
“don’t worry, she’s always like that.” lip reassured her.
“hey guys, kev and v are coming over with some booze. y/n, you drink?” fiona asked.
“yeah! i just have to warn you, i have a very low tolerance.” lip laughed as he recalled all the times he had to physically force y/n into a taxi while she demanded she got one more drink.
“okay, let’s get this party started then!”
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“veronica where did you get those earrings? they’re so cute.” y/n asked loudly as she had her arms embracing v.
“how many drinks have you had y/n?” veronica laughed.
“oh she’s only had 2.” lip laughed.
“shhhhhhhh lip shhh.” she put her fingers on his lips to shut him up.
“i love your family lip you guys are so much fun!!” y/n started tearing up as she looked around the living room.
“please don’t start crying.” lip groaned.
“and you guys have been so welcoming. i don’t deserve this.” y/n put her head in her hands crying.
“alright i think it’s time for you go to lie down y/n.” lip laughed, helping the girl get up.
“you guys have been through so much and you’re still some of the most fun people i’ve ever met.” the girl continued as lip brought her up the stairs.
lip carefully walked into his room, laying down y/n as gently as he could.
“thank you.” y/n cuddled into lip and burrowed her head into his chest with a small sigh.
“for what?”
“for everything.” y/n smiled before dozing off. lip couldn’t contain his smile of awe at the girl cuddling him.
he normally wasn’t a softie, but seeing such a beautiful and innocent girl laying on him made him want to be perfect for her. to get better, to make sure no one harms her anymore.
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myocsfanfictions · 4 months
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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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"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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Just some doodles, took me way to long to get to drawing them but here they are ☺️
I love how V turned out and I’m obsessed with kev in his little hat and long hair
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trashblackrainbow · 4 months
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Unpopular opinion but I loved Svetlana.
Don’t get me wrong, she did some f-ed up shit but she was also great and a badass a lot of the times. She helped Kev and V with a lot of things like the Alibi and the kids and maybe even them as a couple. Then they either got bored or she did one step wrong and they just turned completely on her. All that woman did was trying to get out of the shithole her life was and the stereotype expected from her. Also I think she did something for or impacted more or less everyone in the series.
Kinda sad her storyline ends abruptly and we didn’t get to see the wedding but at least she and her kid got out of what was starting tobecome an abusive environment.
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anathemaloren · 2 years
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In the end...
Carl GallagherxGirlfriend!reader
Requested?: yes
Request: Heyy! Could you please do a Carl Gallagher X Girlfriend!reader like maybe angsty and fluffy. Like in the last season or something (where carl is a cop) and they have been together since he came out of juvie and now they find out she‘s pregnant? Thank you so much! - requested by anon
Summary: A visit through the relationship of Carl and y/n, since they met at 14 until the biggest and best surprise of their lives.
Warnings: cursing (not much honestly); ANGST; death (mentioned); like, one fight; pregnancy; slight mentions of Carl's shitty life honestly.
Words: 1889
A/N: Thank you so much, lovely person. I'll try my best to meet your expectations. I'm not English, so there might be some mistakes. And. I also haven't seen the whole series YET, but I searched the whole Internet so I hope this is accurate, even tho I changed a bit the request to be a few years after the last season bc our boy Carl was 19 at the last season and, well... keep reading. Not proofread, tho. Enjoy! - Thema.
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She doesn’t really know how or why she fell for him. It made absolutely no sense. Really. No sense at all. I could sound a bit rude, but in the end it was kinda true.
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They had met when they were 14. He was fresh out of juvie, with his “White Boy Carl” shit that she found absolutely stupid. He wasn’t a big fan of her. Carl used to say that “she’s just a chick who thinks she’s better than anyone just because she’s fucking perfect”. They were 14 and despised each other.
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But at 15, poor Carl and poor y/n got paired for a project. At that project, they discovered that they worked pretty well together. They became very good friends and basically each other’s confident. Their friendship was a safe space. One night they told each other everything they thought the other needed to know.
Carl told her about his huge family and all of the shit he had with his father. He told her about juvie and explained to her the “White Boy Carl” phase and why and how it ended. He told her his problems with Dominique and all the shit he had gone through those past years.
Y/n told him about all her problems, all her dreams, her ambitions, her family, her friends. Carl listened to her, mesmerized. He fell in love harder that night than ever.
After going out together a few times and Carl asking for advice to almost his entire family (he asked Lip, Fiona, Debbie and even Ian) he kissed her. It was nothing too big for any of them individually, but it felt like the best kiss of their lives anyways.
They started dating that week and never let go of each other. They were attached by the hip. He was sweet and caring with her and all of his siblings catched him daydreaming about her more than once.
After a few months dating, Carl thought it was moment for his family to meet y/n. He had met y/n parents a few weeks before and they adored him. His family was a mess, so that was kinda the final test for y/n. But all of his siblings were absolutely enchanted by her, just like him, and loved her instantly. She especially got along with Ian and Liam, and shared Fiona’s efforts for Carl’s wellbeing. 
When Monica died, y/n was the one who had to tell Carl. She was of course invited to the funeral. She could swear she had never attended a funeral so… special. They laughed, danced and enjoyed their time together as a family in a weird way. After Carl went with Frank, he immediately went with y/n. They promised to be each other's anchors that day.
When Carl went to military school, Carl’s family supported y/n, and vice versa. She hung out with Lip and Ian sometimes; she went with Liam to the park, or the cinema, or wherever he wanted to go; helped with the groceries or the cleaning or whatever they needed; she helped with Frank kicking him out of the house when necessary; and she had diner with the Gallaghers, Kev, V and the twins, who she also babysat sometimes.
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Fast forward to when they were 18. They both graduated and they also celebrated the fact that they had been together for 3 years, and, in Carl’s words, “that’s like 10 years for a Gallagher in a relationship”. So they decided to take the next step. He searched for a job while she started studying Periodism, which was her dream since she was little. They determined that they were going to live together. Since they had no money, they started living together at the Gallagher’s house. She also started working and tried to get as much money as she could to the household, but the biggest help she offered was helping with all the kids. She spent whole nights helping Liam with school, she played with Kev and V’s twins and she also took care of Franny and Freddie when needed. She actually didn't care at all, as she loved being with kids and was actually pretty good at it.
The change was probably the hardest challenge of their relationship. They fought, and they screamed. They said very ugly things about each other. 
“I don’t need you here if you’re just going to be an ungrateful bitch” he said to her during one of their arguments.
“I won’t stay either if you think I’m just an ungrateful bitch. You know very well that I do everything, EVERYTHING I can do to help your fucking family and you’re here all mighty telling me what? That I don’t do shit? After helping Liam with a project until 2 am last night? After having changed more diapers than the rest of this family? After giving every fucking penny I gain to YOUR family? Are you seriously in any position to say anything to me?” She replied with silent tears running down her face.
“…I’m sorry” He said after a few long seconds of silence. He got close to her and hugged her stronger than ever. They cried together promising each other never arguing like that again.
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After a lot of effort and a VERY big amount of fights, kisses and a lot of shared love, Carl and y/n were attending Ian and Mickey’s wedding. They both cried during the whole thing, and they truly thought that they had the best brother-in-law in the world. They smiled until their cheeks hurted and Carl knew at that moment that the woman that was hugging his brother and husband with more strength than she had ever shown was going to be by his side forever.
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2020 was a very challenging year for everyone. But it was also one of the happiest for the pair. Carl started at the police academy and became a cop. Y/n said after the ceremony “who would’ve guessed that” and he realized that he was the luckiest man alive for being able to keep her by his side all of those years.
2020 was also the year that they decided to move out of the family house. They loved all the Gallaghers, but they definitely needed a place just for them. They found a shitty flat very cheap and made it their home.
While y/n kept studying, Carl planned proposing to her. He had been saving for a while, and he had enough money to buy her a decent ring. 
He proposed in August, not wanting to wait anymore. He got on one knee while they were at the roof of the building, where he had put lights and made everything perfect just for her. She was shocked and lasted a while in answering, a thing that scared Carl out of his mind. He knew that they were only 19 and she maybe wanted to be legally single for a few more years. But then she smiled as brightly as the sun and said yes. 
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Their wedding was a very little event when they were 20. Only family. Unlike at Ian's wedding, Fiona did attend. Y/n looked beautiful and Carl felt like he was getting married to an angel. Everything was very cheap and intimate, but they wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
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After little more than one year of being married, y/n discovered a very big thing. She was pregnant and very. She couldn’t understand how she had missed the signs. She was almost 2 months and a half pregnant, or so had the doctor said. 
She immediately went to see Ian and Mickey after her appointment, wanting to see someone of her husband’s family without her husband knowing anything about the pregnancy. She was scared out of her mind, not knowing if Carl would want the kid. She knew that he would want them, having said that he wanted to have a family with her.
But, what if he didn’t want them now? Or what if they couldn’t? They didn’t have that much money. Or maybe they weren’t prepared. Was she prepared to have kids with Carl?
Ian and Mickey advised her that she had to tell him. So y/n started preparing how she would tell him.
She wanted to proceed carefully, so she didn’t do anything big. Enough for him to be surprised but not as much for him to feel pressured.
When he arrived home that night, y/n was about to vomit, or scream, or cry, or something in between.
She got up from the couch and went to greet him with a kiss, like everyday. Carl also made the bad joke he did everyday. “Look what we have here. Is your husband around, hottie?”. She did her routine roll of eyes. She smiled and kissed him again.
“I have a surprise for you” she said, dragging him to the kitchen.
“You do?” he asked. 
Y/n felt Carl’s eyes through her whole body. “Not in that way, asshole”.
He laughed defeated. They arrived to the kitchen and y/n handed him a little box. He raised an eyebrow seeing her very nervous, biting her inside cheek.
“You ok?” he asked concerned.
“Open the fucking box, I’m struggling here” she said, now biting her nails.
He decided to open the box to see what had his wife so nervous. The only thing he saw was a pacifier. He didn’t understand at first, looking to y/n and back to the pacifier a few times.
Y/n took a positive pregnancy test off her pocket and placed it on the kitchen counter. Carl then looked at the test, then to her and back to the pacifier.
Anxious, y/n said “do you need me to spell it out for you or are you getting the fucking hints?”.
He smiled a bit looking at his wife again. “Is this true?”
“Of course it is true!” y/n answered, getting impatient.
“This is not a joke, right?” he said with glossy eyes.
“Why on Earth would I make a joke like this one?” she said, getting close to him.
She placed her hands on his cheeks to wipe the tears that were already escaping his eyes.
He finally snapped out of his long trance and wrapped his arms around her waist, raising her a bit from the floor, kissing her entire face and saying “I love you” again and again.
“Carl!” she exclaimed, a bit surprised by the sudden burst of energy.
“Sorry! Sorry! That’s probably not good for the baby, right? I never- Sorry. How far along are you? Can we-” he started rumbling before she stopped him.
“God, you’re going to be an amazing father, aren’t you?” she said, completely amazed by her husband.
“We’re going to be pretty cool parents, that’s true” he said, giggling like a little kid, hugging y/n tight once again, making her laugh heartily.
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It didn’t matter that they were completely different, or that she didn’t even know how she fell for her.Because in the end, the only thing that mattered was that they loved each other more than they loved anyone in the entire world. Except maybe that little human that was going to change their life forever completely.
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A/N: Well, I know this was not exactly what was requested, but I tried my best to stuck to it, with a lot of creative liberty. I hadn't wrote that much on a while, so I don't know how to feel about this. Hope you enjoyed it tho!
All the love, A.
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theitgirlnetwork · 5 months
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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:
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“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?”
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