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cardinalfirefly · 2 years

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In Strange Places - A Liam Gallagher Fic

An excerpt from my LG story. Feel free to check it out at https://www.wattpad.com/story/309006840-in-strange-places

It's my first Liam fic, I tend to stick to George Harrison mostly:)

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When Peggy said she would send him over 'the moment he comes home', I didn't think she meant that same night.

The constant rapping against my window roused me from my sleep. I didn't immediately notice Liam's face pressed against the window. When I switched the lights on, I almost jumped out of my skin.

"The fuck are you here for?", I asked him coldly once I opened the window.

"You've finally fixed it I see", he grinned, referring to the glass pane.

Yes Liam, I wasn't going to live with a constant reminder of you was I?

"Well...", he piped after a bout of silently staring at me. "Are you gonna let me in or not?"

"Not. You can come tomorrow through the front door like a normal person. Now fuck off."

"Oi! Mind the language would ya?"

"I said fuck off."

His eyes narrowed instantly, "You want me to help with the stick tha's up your fuckin' arse?"

"No thank you, I've got Rob for that."

"Oh do you now? Last I heard, he was being a crying bitch after you broke it off with him."

"So you're keeping tabs on me now? Fucking creep."

"Takes one to know one, innit?" His annoyingly attractive smirk did nothing but grate my nerves more.

"Right, you're wasting my time Liam. I'm going to go back to - what the hell are you doing?"

"Coming in what the fuck does it look like?"

"No you are not, you're going back down the tree you -"

"Move the fuck away Harris. I'm coming in."

He hoisted himself fully onto the windowsill and sat with his feet dangling above my floor. Before I could move away, he wrapped his arms around me, pinning my elbows to my back. Then his legs encircled around mine, immobilizing my lower body.

Sitting comfortably on my windowsill, Liam practically held me hostage using his arms and legs. I gritted my teeth, defiantly refusing to meet his eyes.

"If this is your idea of a practical joke, then it's not funny."

"Why are you so bitchy tonight? Is it that time of the month or summat?"

"Just...leave me the fuck alone Liam. I don't want to talk to you, or even look at you at the moment."

"But I do. I haven't seen you since fuck knows when. I want to talk tonight. It isn't always about what you fuckin' want y'know?"

"Oh, like I have always had my way with things before. Shut up about things you don't know, Liam."

"I know a lot more about you than I let on. I'm not fuckin' silly, me"

"Oh is that so?" I asked sardonically. Honestly, I couldn't wait to hear this. "Please humor me Liam. What is it that you know about me?"

"I know you've got me a gift." He said matter-of-factly. "And tha' you asked our kid if you could deliver it to me mam's like some fuckin' postman parker because you couldn't find the fuckin' nerve to come and give it to me yourself."

What? The audacity of this man was starting to make my head boil.

"I did try to give it to you, you prick! You didn't even listen to what I had to say, you just fucked off somewhere, making me feel like a fool sitting at the bar with your brother. I wasn't going to sit there all night was I?"

"You could 'ave waited..."

"No, I've waited a lot of times for you and all you've done is gone and disappointed me over and over again. You either get piss drunk or piss high and I end up looking like a fool. I expected fuck all from you tonight as well."

"Then let me make it up to you."

"The only way you can do that is if you jump out of this window right now and leave me the fuck alone."

"Tempting. I always wanted to fly, me. But y'know summat Harris -"

He leaned dangerously close to my face, causing my face to flush. His smirk widened momentarily and the next words came out in a murmur.

"- I'd rather jump you."

(Chapter-11 Love There That's Sleeping)

#liam gallagher x oc #liam gallagher #liam gallagher fanfiction #oasis fanfiction #oasis band #britpop fanfiction #1990s #lg #bibl #definitely maybe #morning glory #oasis

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andreafmn · 5 months

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12 Days of Ficmas ❅ Day 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” Ian groaned. “Just hurry up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ian, did she eat something?”

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

“Alright, thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, (Y/N),” they chorused back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And they will, but…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cloudy-em · 9 months

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Hi, that's me again😅

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

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

another great idea! <3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

have a great day!

#fanfic #writing #shameless #fanfiction #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #phillip gallagher #fiona gallagher #kevin ball #frank gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #mandy milkovich #fluff

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myocsfanfictions · 6 months

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Masterlist

Season 1

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

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

Season 1

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

#shameless #shameless fanfiction #shameless imagine #shameless smut #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fanfiction #lip gallagher smut #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #frank gallagher #smut

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rayrayor · 2 months

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Self Rec , Saturday, in my case Monday 🤬😈

Thank you @jrooc for the tag.

My Galladad series is my gooey love. I adore writing this world for them. Liam and Lily are living their best life with their dads. This one has toddler Lily, smart and sweet Liam, Ian being a pod cast sensation ;oh and Mickey trying to keep up with his family. And carving out adult time with Ian. Plus Iggy, a kick ass cat dad with boundaries.

Oh and art by @luluxa and Lily lol

Tagging @bawlbrayker @sweetperversiongirl @gallavichgeek @spacerockwriting @creepkinginc @depressedstressedlemonzest @starcrossedsoulmates84 @mybrainismelted

#gallavich #gallavich fanfic #ian and mickey #gallavich fic #shameless fanfiction #ian gallagher #mickey x ian #mickey milkovich #self recommendation Saturday #galladad girl dad #galladads #lily and her dads #liam and lily #Mickey gets owned by a toddler

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yuko27 · 4 months

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Why are you so obsessed with me?

I don't usually draw real person fanart, but after seeing all these 1996 charity football match TikTok videos I couldn't resist.

Blame TikTok for everything! 😐

The scene with the beads was directly inspired by buddyonacloud 'Just For Kicks'.

#Inspired by Fanfiction #inspired by music #britpop #blur band #oasis band #damon albarn #liam gallagher #real person fiction #artists on tumblr #blur fanart

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stardust2003 · 6 months

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Thanks so much for tagging me @savageandwise

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Madferit: The Novel

1. Chapter 154

LMPYITP: The Random Passages

1. Currently Untitled but could possibly be called Dear Sir or Madam, Will You Read My Book…

2. I Said, “Stand Up! Don’t Sit Back Down!”

Patience

1. Chapter 2

This was a lot of fun to do!

I tag (with no pressure to do this of course) @waketheewitch @headshrinker94 @heresthestorymorningglory @liamgallgherlover

#liam gallagher #noel gallagher #original female character #oasis band #fanfiction #noel gallagher's high flying birds #beady eye #cillian murphy #in the heart of the sea #work in progress #wip

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cqterpillar · 1 year

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❝ 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 ❞

genderneutralreader x liam gallagher

genre(s) ꩜ fluff

warning(s) ꩜ mild language

song ꩜ “rosanna” by toto [ gonna ignore some of the lyrics bc i want this to stay fluff 😭 ]

all i wanna do when i wake up in the morning is see your eyes / rosanna, rosanna

liam was not a morning person, but when you were next to him, the arise of the sun and the hum of your “good morning” was enough to motivate him to flutter his eyes open. he was smiling and kissing your forehead as he looked into your eyes, letting out a tiny “morning” back to you.

i never thought that a girl like you could ever care for me / rosanna

he decided to get up as you went to make him a cup of tea, even if he didn’t ask. letting out a content sigh, liam felt like he was in the honeymoon phase of your relationship with him, even if you two weren’t even married yet.

after getting dressed in just a fern green sweatshirt and denim jeans, he laid back on the bed you two had come to share.

“thanks for the tea,” he smirked, taking a sip as you rolled your eyes.

“well, you were picky and had to show me how you liked your tea, so you’re welcome.” you sighed, giggling a bit. “shouldn’t you be heading to the studio by now?”

“shouldn’t you be in bed watching the news with me?” liam teased back, lifting the blanket so you could fit in next to him.

you crossed your arms in response, telling him, “if you get up now, i’ll join you in bed tonight.”

“is that guaranteed?”

“maybe, if you hurry up.”

liam let out a chuckle and kissed your cheek after he put on a pair of sunglasses atop his head and his pair of black sneakers.

“y/n?”

“hmm?”

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

and you watched him head out the door.

all i wanna do in the middle of the evening is hold you tight / rosanna, rosanna

and when he returned, your boyfriend looked exhausted. liam stepped inside your shared home late at night, anxious to relax and get his mind off of remarks about his voice and the petty arguments with his brother.

“are you alright, honey? you came home pretty late today.”

liam turned around to see you, a tiny smile spreading on his face as he mixes a cup of tea with honey for his voice.

“work was a pain in the ass today,” he shrugged, taking a long sip as he made his way towards the bedroom.

“not hungry?” you asked, frowning.

“nope. just tired.” liam sighed, placing the cup of tea on the bedside table before taking off his shirt in favor of a plain white tee.

at your expression, he smirked to you. “like what you see?”

“shut up, you idiot.” you laughed at his satisfaction at your clearly flustered look.

he finally slid his shirt over his head and slid into the bed next to you. wrapping an arm around you, he found solace in the embrace you shared. you rested your head on liam’s chest as you closed your eyes.

“i didn’t even ask you how your day was. sorry for that, love.”

when liam didn’t get an answer, he whispered, “y/n? are you asleep already?”

he checked the clock on the nightstand. it was nine thirty. the brunet leaned back over to you, brushing some of your hair out of your face. you had the most peaceful expression across your face as you continued to rest on liam.

#90s #liam gallagher #liam gallagher x reader #liam gallagher oasis #fluff #songfic #oasis band #oasis fanfiction #oasis #gender neutral reader #they/them

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talkinfanfic · 2 years

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Episode 304: Interview with Jeevey

🎙 LISTEN HERE! Or find us on Apple Podcast, Spotify, and everywhere else you can stream podcasts!

Sara sits down with the amazing, sublime, talented @jeevey, a legend in the Oasis RPF and Gcest world. Jeevey talks about the challenges of finding time to express yourself amid real life responsibilities; telling the truth through amateur writing; the joys of RPF and her start in the U2 fandom; rejecting the shame of writing taboo topics, and why she likes writing about interesting, compelling characters versus ‘unproblematic’ more acceptable figures (BORING!)

Jeevey is also the fandom expert on Noel Gallagher’s pre-Oasis career as a roadie for the Inspiral Carpets, and his friendship (ahem) relationship, with the now legendary Mancunian Clint Boon. Jeevey chronicles a Clint/Noel romance in her beautiful ongoing work, “Transistor”.

We also mention Jeevey’s recent trip to the UK to see both Gallagher brothers in concert; a highlight of which was Jeevey’s front row view of High Flying Birds’ guitarist Gem Archer’s rather, er, overwhelming and impressive physical presents. PRESENCE, I mean!

Yes, Sara brings you another 3 hour episode, but c’mon. You know. What else you doin’ today, rasta?! Don’t Go Away, Stand By Me! Some Might Say that we’re gonna Live Forever through our incestuous bandfic obsession! D’You Know What I Mean?

Time Caps

0m - Introduction

12:23 - Interview starts. Jeevey talks early writing and how she got into the RPF fandoms.

22:00 - Jeevey on how listening to Noel’s solo material funneled her into the Oasis fic and gcest fandoms. Baby’s first gcest fic!

32:00 - “I don’t want to bring up the Loch Lomond kiss already, but…” aka “collective mainstream fan cognitive dissonance” aka “WOW just LOOK AT THAT SETLIST!”

37:00 - Sara asks Jeevey if she has a favorite brother to write. Complicated!Noel and Scary!Liam

49:22 - “The Passing of Peggy Gallagher”

57:45 - “Broken Arrow River”

1:39:17 - Let’s talk about Clint Boon! And getting into “Transistor”

1:54:35 - Digging more into “Transistor”

2:08:19 - Exploring and researching LGBTQ culture and subcultures in the UK in the 1980s (Lesbians, punks, Section 28, the AIDS crisis, etc)

2:32:40 - Rapid Fire Questions!

2:43:30 - Jeevey on seeing Noel and Liam live in the UK in 2022!

2:49:45 - Jeevey on Gem Archer’s overwhelming physical beauty

2:59:26 - Last question. What does fanfiction (and RPF) mean to you?

Episode References

Work - "The Passing of Peggy Gallagher" by Jeevey

Work - "Broken Arrow River" by Jeevey

Work - "Transistor" by Jeevey

Fanlore article on the U2 banfic website loveisblindness.net (now down). It’s sister LJ community was “U2 Slash” has been ported over to U2 Slash on Dreamwidth

Rec - "Close" by likeamadonna (U2 fic, Bono/Edge, c2002)

Rec - "Fetish" by likeamadonna (Bono/Edge) started in 2002, then went on hiatus for 14 years until the author finished it in 2016! Incredible!! @likeamadonnau2

Resource - “Gallaghercest, a Primer” by Snickfic (LiveJournal)

Resource - “Mad for Our Kid” quote archive

Resource - Oasis Interviews Blogspot

Fic Archive - “Mad for Our Kid” LJ Community

Fic - "Whatever I Choose" by Jeevey baby’s first gcest fic!

Twitter post from "Mainly Oasis" on the anniversary of Oasis at Loch Lomond. Aka, "WOW What a Setlist, that!" Or, "Collective Fandom Cognitive Dissonance re: brothers kissing."

“I AM DISTURBANCE” GQ Interview, Feb 1998 (Oasis Interviews Blogspot)

Fic Rec - "Hawkmoon" U2 Cowboy fic, Index of entries on Livejournal

Youtube - Liam singing "Once" and looking GODLIKE at MTV Unplugged (Hull City Hall, 2019)

Influence - Youtube - trailer for “Silent Tongue” the River Phoenix film we mention that was an aesthetic and tonal influence on Jeevey’s “Broken Arrow River”

Influence - Ford Madox Ford’s “Parade’s End” (Goodreads)

Influence - Robert Duvall’s film “The Apostle” (1997) trailer

Clint & Noel in Bed - "Aw, look at us." (Jeevey tumblr post with XFM clip, 2006)

1993 Inspiral Carpets Interview (a good example of Clint Boon manspreading and dominating the interview, and Tom Hingley the singer and frontman quietly holding the mic for Clint)

Resource - “Meet the lesbian punks who've been written out of London's history” (Time Out, April 2017) article jeevey linked on tumblr for context on UK queer culture in the 80s

Gcesty tune - “Take Me” by Oasis (1992 demo remastered by a fan in 2021) and lyrics

Fic Rec - “Stop the Clocks” by @savageandwise (Liam/Noel present day)

Fic Rec - time's slipping away (and what will it hold for me?) by mansgotalimit (young!Liam and present day!Noel, WIP)

Fic Rec - "The Swing of the Planets in Orbit" and its sequel "Memories in Your Lungs Like Air" by @snickfic (Liam/Noel ABO AU series)

Contact and Credits:

Music: Kyle Laurin "Oasis Supersonic Theme" (Twitter: @cobrakylemusic)

Tumblr: talkinfanfic.tumblr.com

Instagram: @talkinfanfic

Email: [email protected]

#talkin' fanfic #oasis fic #bandfic #RPF #Oasis RPF #fanfiction #podcast #fanfiction podcast #fanfic #gcest #gallaghercest #Noel Gallagher/Clint Boon #Noel Gallagher/Liam Gallagher #jeevey #jeevey writes #liam loves noel #noel loves liam #gallagher brothers

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stubbs66 · 1 year

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#thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #oasis #noel gallagher #liam gallagher told to mend rift with brother noel — to give their mum peggy an 80th birthday to remember #lady penelope #aloysius #nosey Parker

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damonjuicyscock · 1 year

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Playlist- Chapter 5- Isn't it time (90's Noel Gallagher X Reader fanfic)

Pairing: 90's Noel Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: PTSD, Depression, nightmares, but fluff !

Words: 1961

Summary: Noel got you out of hell. Now it's all about healing, but the healing process is harder than you thought.

A/N: Heya everyone, here the chapter you've all been waiting for ! It's again an hard one but this is the last ! I think it was important to talk about the healing process. I told you I would tell you a bit about the Liam thing that's coming. So I have been asked to write a little something I already started writing, but as some of you know, I'm now working so it might take some time. I'm writing both the fanfic and this story at the same time so I'm really doing my best. Reader in this story will be part of a trio with Kate Moss ang Meg, Liam will immediately fall for her when meeting her and will talk about her to the medias, and other encounters will happen. That's actually the plot but I won't tell you too much to keep the surprise !

Enjoy !

*Update March 19th: hey everyone, I'm reposting the chapter as promised, I hope this time there will be no glitch and that you will be able to read it ! Love you all and take care of you !

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“I’ve seen visions of someone like you in my life A love that's strong reaching out holding me through the darkest night

just trying to decide (Whether to go all alone) or stay by your side (Then I stop myself because) I don't want to cry I just can't find the answers to the questions that keep going through my mind

Hey babe, Isn't it time? (Isn't it time it took time to wait?) (Falling in love could be your mistake) (Isn't it time it took time to wait?) (Falling in love could be your mistake) »

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April 1992:

All I was doing was sleeping. I had gotten out of the hospital 2 weeks before that but the healing process was harder than I thought.

I was living with Noel, who was taking care of me.

When I wasn’t sleeping, he was lying next to me on the bed, we were talking or watching movies. He was singing his songs to me.

But I was more than depressed. I didn’t want to live anymore, to fight anymore. I didn’t know how to do it.

And it worried Noel.

Where is me fighter? Where’s me Y/N?

Dead inside. Or sleeping, I don’t know.

No, I don’t want to hear this, she’s still there. I know she is. Remember when ye slapped that dude during the Halloween party? Yer still here, I know ye are.

And what makes you so sure about it?

Flashback: October 31st 1985- Manchester

Noel and I decided to disguise as Sid and Nancy, having absolutely no other idea what to disguise ourselves as. And we had fun. I didn’t usually dance at parties at the time, nor did Noel. And while we were doing so for once, one of the male guests decided it was funny to squeeze my ass. And how did I react? Oh man, not good at all.

I turned around and saw him laughing. It pissed me off even more. So I punched him. Noel didn’t see anything and didn’t see it coming.

Hey Y/N! Noel shouted

What did ye just do bitch? The man said

Oh, seems like you want another one!

I slapped him.

Noel control yer lass!

Y/N, what’s gotten into ye? Noel said, trying to make me stop

He touched my ass!

So Noel let go of me and I kicked the man in the nuts making him fall on his knees.

Listen to me you wanker, because I don’t think your mam taught you how to be a gentleman. You never touch a girl’s ass without her consent, understood?

Fuck off!

Seems like you have some trouble understanding me.

I gave him a knee kick in the face, making him fall on his back. I put my heel on his belly, crushing him.

Ouch, stop that!

Apologize, say you fucking understand and maybe I’ll stop!

No!

Fucking say it! I said, digging my heel deeper and deeper into his belly

Okay okay, I’m soz ! please stop !

Do you fucking understand?

Yea yea, I do!

I let go of him and went to pour myself a drink.

Noel approached me.

Wasn’t it a bit… too much?

Oh shut the fuck up Noel, he squeezed my ass !

Yeah I know, but wasn’t it too violent?

Maybe, but at least I taught him a lesson.

Fuck… D’ye know I love ye?

April 1992:

Ye just couldn’t defend yerself Y/N. I’m sure that if you could have, you would have.

No, I wouldn’t have Noel…

Why?

Because he scares the shit out of me! He fucking does!

He scared ye Y/N. But it’s all over now, he can’t hurt ye anymore. Ye’re a warrior Y/N. Ye still are. Ye need time to heal and time to realize this.

Usually, Peggy or my mam were coming to help me to clean myself at this period, but one day my mam was in Brighton to see my aunt and Peggy got sick. So Noel had to take care of it.

It didn’t bother me, but I didn’t want Noel to see all the bruises on my body. It didn’t look good at all.

He checked the temperature of my bath while I was patiently waiting for him to be done.

Okay, water’s okay. May I help ye take these off? He asked, indicating my clothes

Yeah if you don’t mind…

It was as awkward as when he took my clothes off the first time.

I turned around so he would be facing my back, even though I had important bruises here.

I heard Noel choke a sob as I entered the bath. I only saw him cry once. But Noel was trying not to show his emotions, even though I could read him like an open book. I knew he had tears in his eyes.

You shouldn’t have looked at it… I said

I had to… To see how bad it is.

I sat down at the middle of the bathtub. Noel took a flannel he wetted, put some soap on it and started by washing my shoulders and back.

There, I got ye.

I was trembling, thinking about what was coming after, and I zoomed out.

Would he wash me there too? Between my legs? Would he dare? Would he give me some pleasure in all this pain I was feeling?

But instead…

Y/N?

Huh yeah, what? I answered

I was asking ye if ye were cold.

Why?

Well, ye’re shaking.

Nah, nah I’m not cold.

Ye’re gonna need this. He said, handing me the flannel

Oh yes, thanks.

I took it.

I’m going to grab yer bathrobe, I let ye wash, I’ll be back.

He left me for a few, giving me the time to wash my private parts before coming back with my bathrobe.

I came out of the bath the same way I entered it, and Noel covered me with my bathrobe before leaving a kiss at the back of my neck and hug me, making me shiver.

Soz… he said, letting go of me

It’s okay Noely. Fells good to receive something else than a slap.

Ye know I’ll never touch ye this way.

Yes I know.

Okay, let’s go sleep on the bed, I’ll brush yer hair.

I followed his instructions and sat on the bed while he took the brush in his hand, and started brushing my long Y/H/C hair.

Yer hair smells so good.

You always loved them. I answered

Well, they’re beautiful. I have to keep’em this way.

Flashback- 1987:

I woke up to Noel kissing my shoulder and caressing my hair. I loved when he did this. It was the best feeling in the world.

I slowly opened my eyes and smiled.

Hey, good morning love.

Morning handsome.

Did ye sleep well?

Like a baby. You?

Same. I woke up because of yer wonderful hair. They smell so good.

Oh really?

And they look beautiful, just like ye. I couldn’t stop curling’em between me fingers and look at ye. Ye are so beautiful when ye sleep.

You’re becoming silly Noely but thank you.

I’m just trying to be romantic! He laughed

And that’s also why I love you.

Oh, ye love me then?

Was that a secret?

Dunno, probably not.

He kissed me slowly and tenderly, hugging my naked body.

You can’t resist me, do you? I asked, a smile on my face

So do ye. He answered

We both smiled at each other, our looks losing in the other.

You gave me an idea. I said

Which one?

I searched in my night table and took out a pair of scissors. I grabbed a strand of my hair and cut it, then handed it to Noel.

Here, now that’s yours. I said

Doesn’t it look too much like a serial killer to have a lock of yer hair?

Well, as far as I know, I’m still alive, right ?

Not fer long, because I’m going to kill ye with love, kisses, and…

And?

Tickling!

Oh no, don’t you dare!

He put the lock of my hair on his night table before starting tickling me.

I started squirming and laughing.

No… Noely, stop!

1992:

Ye know, I kept this lock of hair ye gave me.

Doesn’t it look too much like a serial killer to have a lock of my hair ? I said, maliciously, remembering his words

Well, as far as I know, ye’re still alive, a badass and a fucking warrior, right ? He answered, remembering mine but adding some compliments to it

Mmmh, yeah, you’re right. But why did you keep it ? we’re not dating anymore.

As a souvenir of these magic years love. These are the best I ever had.

In my dreams, I was still in hell.

Practically every night, I was being beaten up, but this time, I had a voice. I could scream. And I was for real. And I was screaming so loud it woke Noel up.

He ran into the room and shook me.

Y/N! Hey Y/N!

I finally opened my eyes and realized I was crying, shaking, and sweating.

Noel… I whispered

Suddenly, I burst out in tears.

Noel took me in his arms, kissing my forehead.

Hey, it’s okay Y/N, it’s alright, it’s over.

I’m so soz Noel. I’m soz.

Hey, don’t apologize darling, ye don’t have to. Talk to me Y/N. Tell me what it was about.

What do you think it was about Noel?

I don’t mean it like that, ye knew it. I know what it was about. I just want ye to tell me about yer nightmare.

It’s all a revival… I… I was still back there, and you weren’t coming to save me. He was killing me over and over again. You were never coming Noel. And the thing in this is that I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid I would suffer, and afraid I would never get to…

To what?

I couldn’t tell him I still loved him, and I didn’t have the strength to. So instead of telling him “Never be with you again” I said…

That I would never get to see you again Noel.

But I think he understood.

But here ye are. And soon, it will only be a nightmare. Ye will heal Y/N. I promise ye will. I’ll do everything to see ye smile, laugh and live again. I won’t let ye down. I won’t abandon ye. I never will.

Why?

Why? Seriously Y/N? Because I fucking care about ye! He said, shocked by my question

A silence settled in.

I don’t know if I can sleep anymore.

Ye have to. Gonna let ye sleep.

He was about to leave but I didn’t let him.

Noel?

Yes Y/N?

Can ye… can ye sleep with me? Please?

He looked at me and smiled.

Of course.

He came to the bed and laid down next to me. I didn’t ask the other thing I wanted and didn’t have to. Noel took me in his arms and held me tight, as we let ourselves fall back to sleep. And this time, no nightmare was here to torture me.

#noel gallagher smut #noel gallagher fanfic #noel gallagher x reader #liam and noel #noel gallagher fluff #noel gallagher oneshot #norl gallagher #oasis band #oasis #fanfics #fanfic #fanfiction #Spotify

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Fic - "Gene" (oneshot in the "Been and Gone" series)

📖 - Gene (read here on ao3)

Summary: “The sins of the father are to be laid upon the children.” Falling down (2005 - 2019).

#gene gallagher #BEST BOY gets his debut self-title fic #world that's been and gone #anais gallagher #some gene/anais vibes but they're just VIBES #death of a family #falling apart #teen angst #angst #fanfiction #very lightly implied background gcest #liam gallagher #noel gallagher #lennon gallagher #gene and lennon: bestie bros

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headcanon: pda with lip

lip has no problem showing anybody that you're his

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

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

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

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

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

have a lovely day!

-cloudy

#shameless #fiona gallagher #lip gallagher #ian gallagher #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #frank gallagher #fanfiction #fanfic #x reader #headcanon

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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.

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Chapter 12

I need to talk to you, Ian had texted her, that was the reason she was walking towards the Gallagher house that morning.

Desna was quick to cross those few meters knowing that if she had thought about it longer she probably would have stayed home. But she managed to arrive at the house, opening the door of the kitchen.

“Hey, Des,” Fiona greeted her with a smile.

“Hi, Fi,” she said, “Is Ian upstairs.”

“Sure,” she nodded pointing the stairs, “Help yourself.”

“Thanks,” Desna said before frowning, “Why is it so cold in here?”

“My thought exactly,” she heard Fiona say as she run up the stairs. Desna was about to turn to go towards Ian’s room, when she almost bumped into Lip.

“Hey,” she said avoiding to look at him.

“Hey,” he muttered. Desna could feel his posture tense, not sure what to say to her, “A-are you here for-“

“Ian,” she said looking at him for the first time. Coursing herself when her eyes lingered on his lips a bit longer than she had to. She really missed him, talking to him and feeling him against her body. She was so stupid.

“He um… he is in our room,” he stutter pointing behind his back.

“Thanks,” Desna said lowering her head, moving around him.

“Better for you to be dying,” She muttered as she closed the door, catching Ian’s attention.

“Mandy Milkovich tried to have sex with me,” Ian said with panicked voice.

“What?” She asked her eyes wide, “Where? When?!”

“Yesterday,” he said nervously pacing the room, “She waited for me after my shift, she came here.”

“She is quite straight forward I’ll give her that,” she thought out loud.

“Yeah!” He exclaimed sarcastically, “She took a condom out at me.”

“W-what did you do?” She asked her eyes wide.

"I pushed her away!" he exclaimed sitting on his bed, "And I may, or may not had made her cry."

"Was she really upseat?" Desna asked carefully.

"She ran away," he said looking up at her, "Even Fiona saw her."

So Mandy Milkovich was upseat with Ian. An upset Milkovich running around the Southside was no good. They truely were almost criminals, and most of them really were.

"Is it going to be bad?" Ian asked her with big eyes, waiting for her answer, surely hoping to have some kind of encouragement. But she really didn't know. She knew for a fact how Milkovichs could be scary, Iggy was starting to concern her, for what she knew Mikey's father had been more inside prison than outside, and Mikey himself was now stealing Kash's shop regularly, and not only that surely.

"It's very bad, right?" Ian asked nervously, his legs buncing up and down. So Desna went to sit next to him.

"Being rejected, that happen, right?" Desna asked trying herself to find some good side of the situation.

Ian nodded his head qith quick movements, "Right!"

"I mean you cry and ask yourself why, but you get over with it, right?" Desna asked again and Ian nodded once more.

"Right!"

"What the worst thing she could do?" Desna asked and the answer of that question arrived to her that afternoon when on her phone arrived one message from Ian.

Mandy told Mickey I assaulted her, and now he wants to kill me, Desna's eyes widened as she read those words. She immediately asked Ian what had happened and he told her that Mickey Milkovich entered the shop, ready to beat him up. He got away only because he manage to lock himself in the back, and Kash covered for him telling Mikey that there was another exit from there.

That was not good at all. God, how could she made up a story like that? She knew perfectly well what would have happened and Mikey would not have stopped until he got to Ian.

She spent the following hours constantly checking on Ian through texts to know if he was alive. She was even had problems studying now that she know that Ian could have possibly end up in the hospital.

As Desna was pacing in the living room of her house, she noticed a figure limp on the street. Her eyes widened as she realized that she knew that jacket.

"Oh, shit..." she muttered before running to the door, "Lip!" she found herself running to him. As he heard her voice he lowered his head, tyring to not show his face at her.

"Keep ignoring me Des, I'm fine," he said but she was quick to move part him so that she could put herself in front of him, not letting him move forward.

"Jeez, Lip," she gasped, taking a step so that was now close to him. With her hand she delicately moved the hood from his face so that she could take a better look. His left side was covered in cut and bruises. He got a slash over his eyebrow, one over his nose and his top lip was cut open. She even noticed his left arm slightly bent, like he could not move it freely.

"Oh my God," she said, her fingers touching his cheek making him flinch, "I'm so sorry," she gasped, but he shook his head.

"It's alright," he muttered looking up to meet her eyes. She was studying his face closely. She really hoped his nose wasn't broken, or some other bones in his body.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Mikey Milkovich," he answered and Desna took a breath, before moving to stay next to him.

"I'll take you home," she said touching his back with her hand.

"You don't have to," he told her, but she shook her head stubbornly.

"I'm not leaving you," she answered back. He looked at her, his eyes softened as he observed her face.

"Okey..." he muttered before they headed towards his house. Desna would keep looking him, to see if he was in much pain. She had to call V as soon as they got inside. When she turned she noticed Fiona standing on the porch speaking with Tony, the young policeman.

"Let's use the back of the house," Lip said to her, gesturing at her where to go with a movement of his head, "I don't want them to see me."

"They will anyway," she argued.

"Can you not talk back for once?" he asked turning to look at her.

"No, I don't think I can," she said and her heart melt as she noticed him smiling at her.

"Hey Lip, there's a body on the other end of this," they stopped as they heard Tony's voice, Lip was doing his best to not show his face, but what they had done to him was too evident.

"No, it's cool Tony," as he spoke Fiona saw his injuries immediately.

"Jesus, what the hell, Lip?" she esclaimed, but Lip didn't answered back. He just looked at Desna moving his head so that she'd follow him into the house.

"I'll call V," Fiona said running upstairs, as Desna helped Lip to the kitchen. He set on a chair, making a little graunt, while she went to take a rag before moving to the sink to fill a cap with water. She needed to clean his skin before putting ice on his bruises. Desna duble checked as the frame of an old man dressed in ladies woman sleeping on a chair in the living room.

"Who's that?" she asked frowning.

Lip was holding his forehead, before giving a look in the direction she was looking, then he scoffed, "I don't even know," he said as she walked back towards him, soaking the cloth in the cold water. But when she put the rag against his forahead he issed

"I'm sorry," she gasped moving her hand away just a little bit, "I'm so sorry."

He shook his head, "It's alright, don't worry."

"I'll try to be as gentle as possible," she said getting closer, "But tell me if I hurt you," Lip nodded his head before letting her move her hand closer to his face. She proceeded to clean his skin, trying to avoid the cuts. They didn't seem to bleed anymore, but his eyes was getting darker.

"Why is Mikey after you?" she asked softly still working on his skin.

"He's not," he answered, "He is after Ian."

"Jeasus Christ, for the Mandy thing?" she exclaimed, rubbing his skin lightly.

He hissed for a second before looking to her, "You know?"

"Ian told me that Mikey wants to beat him up," she explained, being very gentle with her touch.

"Wish he told me as well," he said with a chuckle. She moved her hand a little bit, she hoped he didn't need any stitches.

"If he did this to you, I'm really concerned about Ian right now," she admitted. Now she was truely worried about Ian's life. Those people were fucking crazy.

Lip nodded his head before tilting his head, with amused eyes.

"Maybe the fact that I said that Mandy is blowing 400 dudes in 10th grade didn't help," his nonechalance made her wide her eyes, she would have smaked him if he hadn't been already beaten up.

"God, would you ever stop with the sassy comments?!" she exclaimed, but his lips moved into a smirk.

"No, I don't think I will," he answered leaning forward towards her.

Desna groaned, "You wouldn't even know how to shut your mouth to save your life."

"Are you worried?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered shortly, now realizing how close they were. They had both leaned forward, their heads inches apart and their knees touching. Her hand still at the side of his face rubbing his cheek gently.

"Thank you," he said, his eyes staring into hers, "For helping me."

"Don't mention it," she said diverting her eyes to take another look at his cuts. Unconsciusly she smiled.

"What?" he asked her, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"I've just realize that the first time we’ve talked you had been having a fight as well," she said remembering him at thirteen years old fighting on the street just in front of her house.

"You had set next to me on the side road with a pack of ice," he remembered nodding his head. That's how they had become to be friends. Desna didn't like to get out of the house as she had arrived in her new home, but after having helped Lip, him and Ian had started to ask her to go play with them, or to walk together to school.

"You had been my first friend," she said with a small smile thinking back at all the years that had passed. Then she noticed him staring.

"You are not my friend," his words made her smile disappeared. She really could not understand him and why he seemed so eager to hurt her lately. But before she could move away he took her wrist in his hand, keeping her close, "But you are something for me," they looked at each other before they started to lean forward.

"What does it mean?" she asked confused.

"I don't know," he whispered before his lips touched hers once again. Desna's eyes closed as she kissed him back. After all those weeks they were kissing again. She had missed him. His right hand moved at the side of her face, as he deepened the kiss. They were lost in each other as the heard the front door open, making them pull away. But the moviment had been so abrupt that Lip gave out a groan.

"You okay?" Desna asked touching his face with her hands. He nodded with squinted his eyes.

"Shit, Lip, what happened?" Veronica's voice made Desna turn to see her and Fiona walking into the kitchen. Desna looked at Lip for a brief moment before giving V space to take a look at him. When she moved she noticed Fiona looked at her as Desna set on another chair, but she ignored it to listen what Veronica was doing.

She had brought all the medicines they had in the house and started to dab Lip's forehead with cotton wool soaked in hydrogen peroxide. Lip hissed as she did.

"Oh sorry, sweetie," V said gently, as the cracking noise of the wooden stairs announced Frank's presense. He looked at his son, but he didn't say anything as he set on the stool next to the counter, sipping his beer.

"The nose is the most commonly broken nose in boys between the age of 13 and 25," Veronica explained, observing Lip's face.

"T-that's facinating," Lip said before pointig at the man still asleep, "But who is the old dude?"

"It's not a dude, it's you're aunt Ginger," Frank answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lip frowned, "What, the one that owns the house?" Desna looked at Frank, what was he up to this time?

"That's right," it was unbelievable how Frank knew how to lay without flinching, "Hey Ginger," he said towards the man who had been woken up by his loud voice, "Say hello to your nephew," the poor thing looked so confused.

"Dad, stop," Fiona almost begged with an heavy breath.

"Why is he trying to pass off Mr. Perry as Aunt Ginger?" Lip asked confused as Desna double checking the man. She had not realized he was Mr. Perry.

"Who?" Frank asked with a frown.

"The old bus driver," Desna answered and Lip nodded.

"Sleeps behind the dumpster over at the A&P," he explained, his eyes breafly meeting Desna's that smile looking down.

"Social Security wants to talk to Ginger," Fiona began to explain, before glaring at her father, "And he is too lazy to get the real one."

"Where?" asked Desna with a frown.

"Michigan," Fiona said.

"That's retardedly brilliant," Lip commented and Desna frown at him.

"Really?" she asked as Frank spoke.

"Thank you!" the man exclaimed.

"Or brilliantly retarded," Fiona said and Desna felt like agree. And as Frank thanked again, the girl rolled her eyes.

"Now we have to drive all night to go get her," Fiona complained trying to have a reaction out of her father, but it was useless. Fiona took a breath before turning to Veronica.

"Think Kev will let us borrow his car?" V frowned.

"No." Kev was getting restless everytime he figured out that V or Desna had lent something of theirs to the Gallaghers. He almost lost it the morning of the day before when he learned that the Gallaghers had borrowed their toaster because Carl had broke thiers.

"I'll call and beg," Fiona decided standing up heading to the living room.

"We got those from Imelda over at the Holiday Inn," Debbie said entering in the kitchen with Carl, placing old hairdriers on the kitchen counter, "It'll will be a good way to stay warm."

"You okay?" Desna asked Lip as she saw him move his neck with a painful expression.

"I'd like to say yes," he said looking at her with a small smile that she returned.

"Hey, Kev, it's me," Fiona said with her phone against her cellphone.

"Does she has a chance to convince him?" Desna asked V that glared at her. Probably not. "Maybe you could ask him after sex," she suggested, making Lip chuckle.

Suddenly Frank moved taking the phone from Fiona's hand, "You won't need the car," he muttered and everyone frowned at his words.

"How are we gonna get Ginger?" Fiona asked confused.

"She is dead," Desna widened her eyes.

"What?" Fiona exclaimed.

"Who's dead?" Debbie asked looking at them waiting for an answer.

"Ant Ginger," Lip said and Debbie got upset.

"Did you know her?" Desna asked to Lip, that shook his head.

"Debs you've never met her," he said a bit confused.

"And now I never will!" She exclaimed and Desna and Lip looked at each other.

"Don't give me hard time," Frank complained defensively like he always liked to be, "I've been very upset about it. I'm in mourning."

Desna shook her head, how did they all managed to pull up with Frank's shit was something really unbelieveble for her.

"When did she die?" Fiona asked with wide eyes.

Frank shrugged his shoulders, "T-twelve years ago," he stuttered, "I was trying to protect all of you from the drama, how do you think I feel?" he kept justify himself, "That woman was my heart and soul, she practically raised me."

A great fucking job, she did there.

"Dad," Fiona was speaking in the countless attempt to put some sense back in her father's head, "You've been chasing her checks. That's felony. We are leaving in her house. Was there even a will?"

"You don't need a will, if she's not technically dead," Frank said as if it was incomprehensible that Fiona was not getting it.

"Yes, she is technically dead, Dad," Fiona said getting pissed as she moved towards her father, "Dead is dead. Just because you haven't told anybody that she's dead doesn't make her not dead. Fuck!"

That was very dangerous, Fiona could go in jail and the other would have been sent in foster care, and Frank... whatever happened it was alright at that point.

"What are we gonna do now?" Fiona asked before Veronica's lips moved into a giant smile.

"Well..."

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