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bloatedandalone04 · 9 months

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It Comes Back

➪the one where you and lip are broken up (but not for long).

Warnings: swearing, shameless themes, mentions of alcohol, drinking, fake ass friends, angst, fluff, kissing (oh no), drunk reader, pet names.

Word Count: 3.4k

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The pounding on the door never went away, despite Lip ignoring it for about five minutes now. If he didn’t do something about it soon, everyone in the house would wake up and he’d have a bigger problem to deal with.

He sits up from his lying position and stands up from the couch, making his way towards the front door with an irritated look on his face. Swinging the door open, he was met with the annoyed faces of your friends, Daneel and Marissa. “Fucking finally,” Marissa muttered and it was then when Lip noticed your slouched form. Your arms were draped over your friends’ shoulders as you struggled to stand up properly. “Ever heard of opening a door?”

“I just did,” he replied and narrowed his eyes at the way they were both doing a piss poor job at keeping you upright. “What’s wrong with her?” He tried to hide his concern, but there was no denying that he was more than a bit worried at the state you were currently in.

“She can’t handle alcohol to save her life,” Daneel grunted as she pushed your arm off her. “That’s what’s wrong with her.”

Lip glared at her as he instinctively reached out to grab your wrist before you were sent stumbling back. “How much has she had to drink?”

“Not a fucking clue,” Marissa laughed as she pushed you into the arms of your ex-boyfriend. “I lost count after her third beer.”

“Fuck,” he muttered as he held your nearly limp body against his chest with one hand. The other one reached up to brush away the messy strands of hair from your face, and his gaze softened at the sad expression you wore as you refused to meet his eyes. He looked back over at your friends and furrowed his brows when he saw that they were halfway down the stairs. “Hey, where the hell are you two going?”

“Back to the bar,” Daneel called back. “We just wanted to make sure Boozie over here got home safely.”

“Yeah, but this isn’t her house,” he pointed out, but his words didn’t seem to affect the two girls.

“Right, you guys broke up, didn’t you?” Marissa laughed quietly and gave Daneel a shrug. “Maybe that’s why she was so depressed tonight.”

They both laughed at that before waving at Lip and walking down the street.

“Fuck’s sake,” he muttered as he wrapped your arm around his shoulder and guided you inside. He sat you down on the couch where he previously was, before heading back towards the door and peeking out at the retreating forms of your friends. He scoffed and flipped them off before shutting the door loudly. He usually didn’t bother with locking it when it was just him and his family there, but since you were only a few feet away from him and drunk, he found himself twisting the lock.

Back in the living room, Lip finds your shivering form still on the couch. He noticed the way your arms were wrapped around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself up, so he took it upon himself to grab a blanket from off a pile of magazines that was near the window.

He draped it across your shoulders and watched as you gave him a drunken, grateful smile, before he sat down next to you. He tried not to think about the last time he was on the couch with you, back when the two of you broke up and you left the house in tears. It was hard to think that the time before that was when he had the house to himself for once and fucked you into the very cushions you were sitting on.

Lip had to hold back a groan at the memory of it. You were drunk and very clearly upset, and he needed to be there for you, despite it being just over a week and a half since you broke up.

“Thanks,” you murmur softly as you bury yourself in the blanket. As you inhaled the scent that was the Gallagher’s, your brows furrowed and your eyes closed a bit more. “Wait, why am I here?”

Lip shook his head and leaned back on the couch, his elbow pressing into the armrest as he huffed, “Because your so called friends are fucking idiots,” he muttered and turned his head to look at you. “I’ve told you that before, I don’t know why you hang out with them.”

You refuse to meet his eyes as you give him a pathetic shrug. “Because they’re my friends,” you offer weakly and don’t have to look at him to know he was rolling his eyes.

“Friends don’t pull the kind of shit that they just did,” he mumbled and desperately wanted to light a cigarette right now, but he didn’t want to leave you unattended. “Fuck, I mean…we’re fucking friends, and I wouldn’t do that to you. I wouldn’t leave you.”

Lip wasn’t actually sure where he stood with you. You were exes, sure, but friends? He had no clue if you were even friends at this point, but the whole relationship had originally started out as a friendship, so it wasn’t like you two couldn’t go back to that, no matter how much he hated the thought of just being your friend.

“I was ruining their night,” you weakly tried defending your friends while also calling yourself out.

Lip scoffed. “They told you that?”

You shake your head and inch closer to him, your body beginning to feel weak with fatigue. “They didn’t have to,” you mumbled. “I could tell I was being a wallflower, and they shouldn’t have to babysit me all night long just because I can’t get my shit together.”

He shook his head at your words. You were always one to defend the fucking idiots in your life, himself included whenever you stuck your neck out for him when you were still together. He tried to ignore the way you leaned even closer to him and was barely able to keep yourself upright. “They shouldn’t have invited you out in the first place when they knew you weren’t in the right state of mind to drink as much as you did,” he said, before quickly adding. “Which was fucking dumb, by the way. What were you thinking? You can barely handle one beer, let alone three.”

You look down at his lap, embarrassment washing over you at his tone. You felt like he was your parent and lecturing you about sticking to your limit when out at the bar, but he really wasn’t much better. “I was thinking about you,” you mutter and see his head turn to face you out of the corner of your eye. “I’m always thinking about you, and for one night, just one fucking night, I wanted to forget. I want to forget you.”

Lip felt his heart deflate a bit at that, but he knew you were completely wasted, and he held onto that fact. There was no way you meant that, right? You had been together for nearly two years before calling it quits, and he’d hate to think he hurt you so much that you were beginning to regret getting with him in the first place.

He wasn’t able to wallow in self pity for much longer, as you continued before he could even think about how to respond to that, “I still want you, still love you and I wish I never met you,”

Your words caught him off guard, and he really wanted that cigarette now.

He looked over at you and felt his shoulders tense up at the sad expression you wore. You weren’t making any sense, and he could only hope you would feel up to talk to him about this in the morning, when you were sober.

For a minute, Lip let himself go back to when you were both so happy and together. He found himself getting lost in how it felt to be so close to you again, and how much he missed being around you, how much he missed you. “You should get some sleep, baby,” the name slipped past his lips before he could even stop himself, so used to calling you that, but you didn’t seem to mind as you just nodded. “You’re going to feel fucked up tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes and leaned towards him. He was about to stand up so you could lay down properly on the couch, but stopped when you blindly reached out to push him back down. When he is sitting down again, you wrap the blanket further around you before laying your head down on his thigh and using it as a pillow.

Lip couldn’t move now even if he wanted to, and he really didn’t, as you fell asleep almost instantly. He sighed as he ran his fingers through your hair and glanced at the clock. The time read 2:35 in the morning, and he wondered just how much of this you would remember when you woke up in a few hours.

He woke up the next morning when Fiona had made her way down the stairs, her being the first of many Gallagher’s to wake up. He lifted his head up from where it had tilted back against the top of the couch sometime last night when he fell asleep, and groaned quietly at the stiff muscles in his neck.

As his older sister passed by the door frame, she stopped and backtracked when she caught sight of you with your head still resting on his thigh, and your arm draped over his knee. She furrowed her brows as she mouthed, “Are you back together?”

Lip shook his head and watched the glimmer of hope fade from her face as the sound of Ian bounding down the stairs was heard throughout the house. “Oh, shit,” he said in surprise when he, too, saw you on the couch. “Are you guys back together?”

Fiona answered for her brother, “No, they’re not,”

Ian looked confused as he asked, “Then why is she sleeping on you?”

“Her fuckhead friends dropped her off here last night,” Lip said and looked down at you, the movement making his neck ache but he didn’t mind it as he caught sight of the way your lashes fluttered against your cheek. “Apparently she ruined their fun by drinking too much.”

Fiona cringed as she grabbed a mug. “Poor girl,”

Debbie was next to walk down the stairs, and her loud morning voice was what woke you up. Lip’s thigh was sore as you slowly lifted your head from it, and he decided that he liked it when you fell asleep on his chest a lot better.

Your eyes are barely open as you sit up and immediately cover your ears when Debbie notices you. “Is that Y/n?!” She asked excitedly and ran over to you. You had no time to process anything as she threw herself at you in an embrace.

“Hi, Debs,” you mutter, clearly confused as you hardly return the hug before she pulls away.

“Knock it off,” Lip says as he tugs his sister away from you, knowing that you weren’t at all a morning person and were probably refraining from going off on the kid for waking you up.

“Yeah, Deb, lay off the sugar before bed,” Fiona says sternly as she hands you a mug. You take it from her and sip the coffee, grunting in disgust when you were met with a bitter taste. “Black coffee is the best way to reduce a hangover. Take it from me.”

You slouch back against the couch as you hold the mug with both hands, still in the process of waking up. Glancing to your right, you notice Lip still sitting next to you. “What happened last night?” You ask as you try to recall how exactly you ended up on your ex-boyfriend’s couch.

“You got drunk, like, really drunk, and Melissa and Danielle dropped you off here,”

“Melissa and Danielle?” You ask with a furrowed brow before realizing who he was talking about. “Oh, you mean Marissa and Daneel?”

“Same difference,” he muttered just as Carl came flying down the stairs in a mess of limbs.

He reached the bottom and shot up when he walked by the couch. “Oh, hey, Y/n,” he greeted you as if your presence here was a normal thing, and up until almost two weeks ago, it was.

You give him a half-assed wave before closing your eyes tightly and praying that you will survive the pounding in your head.

Fiona must have felt bad for you as she quickly gathered up a few lunch foods before throwing them in a couple of disposable brown bags. “Okay, time to let the drunk girl rest,” she said and guided Ian, Debbie, Carl and Liam towards the front door. “Time to go to school. Lip, I take it you’re staying home to look after her?” She nodded at you and he waved her off as he stood up.

“Yeah, yeah, I got her,” he said and walked into the kitchen.

Soon, the house was empty except for you and Lip, and you cower further into the couch as you listen to him rummage around in the next room. After drinking half of the gross coffee, you felt well enough to sit up properly and shrug the blanket off of you, hating how it smelled like your ex.

You place the mug on the coffee table just as he exits the kitchen with a plate in his hand. He sits next to you again, though a bit further away than before, and holds the plate out to you. “Toast?” You ask as you eye the food, ignoring the flutter in your heart at the fact that he had made you some form of breakfast, despite him not needing to.

“With jam,” he corrected with a quick smile before it was gone and you were shaking your head. “It’s all we have.”

“Thank you,” you take the plate from him and lift the toast up to your mouth, taking the smallest bite possible out of it.

“So,” he starts as you chew the lightly toasted piece of bread, hating that he knew your toast preferences so well. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

You put the toast back onto the plate and think about it for a second, before shaking your head. “Not really,” you answer and set the plate down on your lap. “Why? Did something happen?”

“Yeah,” he said, lifting his hand and massaging the stiffness out of the back of his neck. “Your scummy friends ditched you with me because you got drunk.”

You rolled your eyes and shove the plate back into his hands before grabbing the mug and standing up. “Just because you don’t like them, doesn’t mean they’re scummy,” you mutter and walk into the kitchen, finishing off the coffee and setting the mug down in the sink.

Lip scoffs as he bites into the toast he made for you. “No, them dropping you off at your ex-boyfriends house so they don’t have to keep an eye on you and to go get drunk makes them scummy,” he calls out to you and sets the half eaten toast on the plate, leaving it on the couch as he gets up to go after you. He finds you leaning against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest as you stare at him.

You were still in the black dress you wore to the bar last night, and he was pretty sure that it was his favorite one, as he recalls complimenting you every time you wore it out with him. “They’re not so bad,” you say quietly, and Lip was about done with hearing you defend the people who abandoned you.

“They’re the fucking worst,” he said, fed up. “I asked you this before, and even though you didn’t give me a decent answer then, I’m going to ask you again. Why the fuck do you continue to hang out with them?”

You shrug pathetically as you avoid eye contact with him. “Because they’re all I have,”

Lip shakes his head at that, not happy with your answer at all as he leaned against the fridge across from where you were. “That’s bullshit,” he grunted. “You had me, you still have me. Why do you let them treat you like that? In all the years I’ve known you, you’ve always let people walk all over you. Then you get pissed off with me when I call you out on it. Why?”

“It was too much,” you mumble and shake your head, crossing your arms tighter. “It felt so right with you, too right. You made this fucked up place seem. You, Fi, fuck, even Carl. You guys are a real family who look out for each other. I never had that, never felt like I deserved it. You know where I came from and what my life was like before I met you. That’s what I deserve, not this. Not you.”

Lip had never heard such nonsense in all his life. He had never heard you talk like that about yourself, and he quickly decided he didn’t like it. “You think you deserve to go back to that life? To how things were before I took you away from all that shit? You don’t,” he crossed his own arms, mirroring your stance as you lifted your head to meet his eyes. “You’re smart, but you’re also fucking dumb if you think I’m going to allow you to go back to that part of your life.”

You tried not to let his words affect you, but you couldn’t ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at how much he still clearly cared for you. “It’s not up to you,”

“Damn it, Y/n,” he ran his hand through his hair, frustrated at you now. “Why can’t you see yourself in the way that everyone else does? Daneel or Danielle or whoever the fuck she is dosn’t give a shit about you, and you shouldn’t give a shit about her, either.”

You knew he was right, you knew that Daneel and Marissa were the definition of fake friends, but you didn’t have much experience around those who cared for you. Between your friends, parents and your siblings, none of them treated you like how Lip and his family did. Could you really be blamed for believing that you weren’t worthy of him? “They’re all I have-”

“They’re not, baby,” he slipped up and called you by the name once again, but didn’t bother correcting himself as he stepped forward and grabbed your right hand in both of his. “They’re not and you know it. You have me, and my own fucked up family. You have us. You and me.”

You felt shy suddenly as you asked, “Still?” He places your hand flat against his chest so you could feel the steady beat of his heart, something that calms you down as you clarify your question. “I still have you?”

“Yes,’’ he answered and you don’t bother holding back a sigh of relief. “You still have me.”

“I’m sorry,” you nearly whispered, despite the two of you being the only ones in the house. “I missed you.”

“I missed you,” he said back, moving forward to press his forehead against yours. “Fuck, breaking up was the stupidest thing we’ve ever done.”

You hum in agreement as you bring your other hand up to rest against his chest while his reach down to grip your waist. “You regret it?”

“Are you kidding?” He scoffed before pressing a quick kiss to the skin of your neck. “I haven’t been able to sleep without you, that’s why I was on the couch last night before you even got here.”

Your face heats up at that, as well at the feeling of his lips on your skin. “Really?”

Lip hummed as his forehead returned to yours.

“Well,” you trailed off as you slid your hands up his chest and set them on the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair. “We might have to do something about that. When was the last time you slept for more than a few hours?”

“When did we break up?”

“A week and a half ago,”

“About a week and a half ago,” he answered and you grinned for a second before he was closing the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours for the first time in nearly two weeks.

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edmetalqueer · 1 year

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*!*!* Commitment *!*!*

Pair: Lip Gallagher x M!Reader.

Genre: Fluff.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Cigarettes.

It was snowing in Chicago, it was cold, winter was usually somewhat heavy in Chicago.

Y/N was sitting on the hood of his car outside his boyfriend's house. He was smoking a cigarette while waiting for Lip to come back from taking a piss.

Lip came walking out to the car with a blanket in hand, a smile on his face.

Y/N looked at him, smiling back at him, offering him the cigarette.

Lip took the cigarette happily, placing it between his lips, wrapping the blanket around Y/N, sitting next to him.

Y/N dragged him closer, sharing the blanket.

"Have you ever wondered if people can actually be happily married?" Lip wondered, Y/N looked at him, chuckling. "Maybe? I mean, i guess?" Y/N said, confused.

Lip grinned, reaching in his pocket for something. Y/N raised an eyebrow, even more confused.

"Up to prove, right?" Lip said, getting off the car, taking out a small dusty box, getting on one knee.

Y/N stared at him.

Lip laughed, opening the box, revealing a silver ring in it. Not a fancy one, but a ring. Y/N laughed, smiling.

"Are you seriously proposing?" He asked, giggling. Lip nodded, smiling at him.

Y/N laughed, grabbing the ring, looking at it, and putting it on. "So, that's a yes?" Lip asked, Y/N nodded, hugging him.

Lip wrapped his arms around Y/N, kissing him. Y/N kissed back, giggling.

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thaboah · 1 year

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SHAMELESS HEADCANONS BEFORE THE SERIES

OKAY, I love shameless, although I don't know if it has a fandom, I'm going to write a couple of headcanons (I have to admit that this series has a very important place in my heart)

Que bien me cae Lip-

Frank tended to disappear a few times a month, come back in days. Fiona was used to it by now, but still every time he disappeared she couldn't help but worry a lot.

She would even ask people if they had seen him, when she would pass by a bar she would try to see if she saw him inside.

Although in the end that situation normalized him and he no longer worried unless he was away for a long time or it was the day of payment.

Fiona sometimes seemed to be forever mad at everyone for her situation. Shortly before Debbie was born, she used to argue a lot with Lip, about things around the house.

Sometimes it seemed like they hated each other, Ian was much calmer, he didn't like to fight with Fiona or Lip, when there were problems he would leave the house for a walk.

Lip and Fiona were practically throwing things at each other one day. It was a horrible fight, Frank wasn't home, Monica had been gone for months, and Ian was tired.

They had reached the point where neither of them could be at the same table without fighting, which was normal, Lip was 12 years old, Fiona 16 and they both have a lot of character.

To be honest, neither Fiona nor Lip remember what the discussion was about. They both yelled at each other before locking themselves in their room and didn't come out until it was time for dinner.

Ian was long gone, his initial plan was to take a long walk, return shortly before dinner, or dine somewhere with the few bills in his pocket. Then he saw the train and wanted to catch it, who knows, maybe it was a little late, but who cared?

Take a little detour, avoid the conductor, if he pretended to be asleep when he went for the tickets, everything would be fine. Pretending to be asleep, not really falling asleep. Perhaps it was the fatigue accumulated over the rest of the days or perhaps simply the comfortable constant rattle of the train that made him fall into the arms of Morpheus.

The conductor woke him up, the train had finished its journey and it was time for him to get off.

"What? Where I am?" He asked.

"You're on Lake view kid." The man answered.

Ian woke up fully, got up and ignoring the conductor, rushed out of the station to check that it was true.

On the other hand, Lip and Fiona were starting to worry, Ian was nowhere to be found, but instead of looking for a solution they preferred to start blaming each other.

"Fiona, didn't you see him leave or what?" Lip looked somewhere between worried and angry.

"I was sleeping, plus your window faces the street, you could have seen him leave easier. It's not my fault!" Fiona replayed on an even worse tone.

"Then whose fault is it? Because Frank wasn't even here. You can't blame him for once." He said pretending to be sarcastic.

Both were arguing when the door opened, they ran thinking it was Ian, but instead they found Frank. Reeking of alcohol, as always. The boys' look showed clear disappointment, and Frank, thinking it was because of him, responded.

"What?" He said confused.

"It's not because of you, Frank." Fiona said rolling her eyes.

"Ian is missing." Lip answered, but Fiona smacked him on the arm and whispered.

"Why do you tell him?" "Because maybe he knows where Ian is." He answered quietly.

"Little vermin, I'm drunk, not deaf." He said unsteadily a bit. "Although no, I have no idea where the red-haired creature is."

"God Frank, his name is Ian and he's your son." Said Lip somewhat annoyed.

"Are you really surprised?" Fiona said mocking Lip's comment.

By that time, Frank had already settled on the sofa, preparing to sleep without worrying about his son.

Lip and Fiona were too busy arguing loudly to let him sleep. He put the pillow over their ears and squeezed hard to see if they would shut up.

Then the minutes passed and the discussion got worse, like this morning and like every day. Frank was rarely there and didn't usually pay attention to them, but this time it was annoying.

He got up without warning and raised his voice, much louder than Fiona and Lip, he could be heard perfectly from the street.

"It's enough, fucking normal that Ian has taken off if you spend the day like this." Lip and Fiona fell silent instantly, not that they had never seen Frank yell at them before. It was just weird that he would do it for a topic like that. "You're brothers and if Ian is missing the way you say, you should go looking for him. Don't waste time arguing over whose fault it is, because it's clearly both of you. For being insufferable."

Something in Lip and Fiona made them listen to Frank and they went out looking for him. For once together and without arguing.

They searched everywhere and were about to give up the search, because it was useless, Ian was nowhere. Fiona was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, Lip was holding her shoulder as they walked home, trying to hide it but he was just as worried. Hours had passed.

Then at the door there was a red-haired boy, who curiously had left the keys inside his home. He wouldn't stop yelling the names of his brothers, even though he had assumed that surely they would all be asleep by now.

Lip and Fiona ran out to hug him, nearly taking his breath away. Then the door of the house opened, it was Frank, he had woken up by the noise.

He knew better than anyone that all he had done was sleep, that there was no place for him in that embrace, so without saying anything he left the door open and turned around. Although he smiled nicely when he saw the situation resolved in the best way.

"I'm so sorry, Fiona." Ian said, his voice shaking. Ian felt guilty, he really didn't want to worry them, he just wanted to get away from that environment for a while.

"It's okay, we're glad to have you home again."

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That's all! I'm so glad you're reading this because it means you've read it all! Let me know if you liked it and in case you didn't know I have the requests open. :)

#Shameless #shameles headcanosn #shameless headcanons #Fiona #Lip #Philip #Ian #Frank #Frank gallagher #Fiona gallagher #Ian gallagher #Philip gallagher #lip gallagher #shameless us #shameless fic

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railroad-spike · 1 year

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sʜᴀᴍᴇʟᴇss ⁸ˣ¹⁰

#shameless #railroadgifs #lip gallagher #philip gallagher #shameless us #jeremy allen white

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mikhailoisbaby · 1 year

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I wrote this late last night so yeahhhh , never wrote from Lips point of view so yeah . Hope u enjoy

Post season 11

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He can’t help himself, he has to drive past it any time he's in the southside, maybe it’s the clawing guilt of selling his family home or pure curiosity to see what the new owner has done to his old family home.

Lip sits in the car across the street, the siding painted with a fresh white and the old metal fence replayed with a white picket fence, a real family’s home.

He can’t help but try to see through the curtains but he’s sitting too far away to see anything besides the hanging plants in the bay window and some kid's toys on the windowsill.

He wonders if the family knows what trauma went on in that house, probably not.

He thinks about how Debbie hasn't spoken to him since he moved to Milwaukee, but why live in a house that had brought so many horrors to the family, shit at one point there was a dead body in the backyard. Why still live there?

He remembers Ian's face when told him that it was sold, the face of him trying not to break and pretend he doesn’t care but lip could see the sadness of his family home no longer being theirs, he wonders if Ian drives past the home and watches as he does?

At least Carl took it the easiest, already running with 100 ideas of what to do with the money.

And then Liam … the fear of abandonment clouding over him, after Fiona left he wasn’t the same and then after Frank's death he became a shell of the boy he once was, Lip can see he’s not happy in Milwaukee but what else can he do? He saw Liam plan to get the house back, the kid had a book full of notes that almost reminds him of how Ian used to have manic journals or frank idiotic plans.

So maybe it is the guilt that is clawing at him.

But Freddie and the baby have a safe home, same with Tami and that has to mean something.

The family may be broken but not his new one at least.

#lip Gallagher #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #gallavich #ian and mickey #shameless us #ian x mickey #Philip Gallagher #Carl Gallagher #Debbie Gallagher #Liam Gallagher

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cloudysj · 1 year

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Shameless (US) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lip Gallagher/Original Female Character(s), Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Lip Gallagher/Mandy Milkovich, Lip Gallagher/Karen Jackson, Fiona Gallagher/Jimmy Lishman, Kev Ball/Veronica Fisher, Original Female Character/Original Male Character Characters: Kevin Ball, Veronica Fisher, Fiona Gallagher, Lip Gallagher, Ian Gallagher, Debbie Gallagher, Carl Gallagher, Liam Gallagher, Original Female Character, Frank Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Mandy Milkovich, Karen Jackson, Sheila Jackson, Jody Silverman Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Mentions of past abuse, Anxiety, Fix-It of Sorts, The Gallaghers and Balls deserved better than what they got, Lip especially because holy fuck writers why, Same with Mickey because jesus christ he went through a lot, Season 3 and who knows how many more this story is gonna do are gonna be heavily changed, More tags to come when I think of them, Season 2 is basically the same but with some tweaks here and there Summary:

After a tough few weeks, Lanna finds herself living with the Balls for an indefinite amount of time. As she tries to get herself back on her feet, she is brought into a whirlwind of drama only the Gallaghers can create.

#shameless #lip gallagher #philip gallagher #shameless us

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yakulin · 11 months

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“What makes you think you’re so special?” Lip yelled, you’ve always known that relationships meant jackshit to him but you couldn’t help but hope that he would different with you. “Because I’ve done everything for you, Lip! Why cant you see that? Why cant you just love me and only me?” You yelled back, you weren’t obsessive about him, but you just wanted him to .

“I never asked you to do shit for me, and you should’ve learned something when me and Mandy where together” Lip retorted, at that moment you seriously couldn’t think of a reason why you ever fell for him, fell for someone who never gave a single shit about you. “Are you serious? You’re such a dick!” You responded, grabbing your coat putting it on as Lip just watched blankly. “You’re just like your father, a pathetic alcoholic whore” You said before leaving his room.

Fiona was downstairs feeding Liam, she didn’t even face you but she understood what was going on. “I knew he was cheating on you with Karen, I’ve been so busy that I forgot to tell you” Fiona said, making you stop on your tracks. “You didn’t have to tell me, I should’ve known from the start, but make sure to warn his next girlfriend for me” You responded, continuing your way outside the house.

#lip gallagher x reader #lip x reader #philip x reader #shameless x reader #x reader

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edmetalqueer · 2 years

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♛Shameless Masterlist♛

MICKEY MILKOVICH

none.

KEVIN BALL

mockingbird**

Trevor

none.

PHILIP GALLAGHER

commitment**

IAN GALLAGHER

none.

CARL GALLAGHER

boys kiss boys**

trans boyfriend**

Drug money**

#shameless #male reader #x male reader #kevin ball #carl gallagher #ian gallagher #jimmy lishman #philip gallagher #gallagher #shameless x male reader #reader #x reader #male #y/n #m/n #mickey milkovich #trevor x male reader

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femmehysteria · 3 months

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I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day, check my pinned post for active polls

#best character named x #poll #poll game #philip j fry #phil dunphy #phil diffy #lip gallagher #prince philip #philip pearson #futurama #modern family #phil of the future #shameless #sleeping beauty #travelers

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enixamyram · 1 year

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Lip has me honestly furious this episode. Like, I legit cannot stand him right now and would happily watch him getting punched in the face on repeat for ten hours straight.

Season 9 Episode 11 Rant.

First he gets pissed at Fiona for the DCFS's visit. Ignoring the part where he hadn't told her about any of it (Xan or the visit) beforehand so she was completely unprepared, he gets mad at her for things she didn't even do. I mean, if anyone, he should be pissed at Debbie! She left the hole in the floor. She left the three kids inside while she was outside pissing about with her brothers girlfriend. I know Fiona was drunk but that issue has nothing to do with the visit getting messed up yet Lip only blames Fiona for all of it. Fiona actually does her damn best to try and salvage the mess that's happening but it's treated like she half-assed it, if not deliberately sabotaged it.

And then with Jason. Fiona literally had no clue about him. How would she? The guy gave no indication as to who he was (like, there has to be some personal responsibility in this - if he had told Fiona he was recovering or in AA, I'm sure Fiona would have immediately pulled back from him). Yet Lip still screams at her for it like she purposely screwed him over for shits and giggles. Again, Fiona's definitely on a downward spiral and needs help to get out of it but that's for her own addiction, not someone else's. She doesn't need to be screamed at for things completely out of her control just because Lip's in a shitty mood.

But this is Lip all over. He's forever putting his own shit and frustration on other people and you know what, he sucks for it. He really fucking sucks and he has no right shouting at Fiona like this when he has been just as much a fuck up before when she was supporting him.

I'm usually open for discussions but I will not take any criticism on this. If Fiona has no clue about Xan, about DCFS, about Jason, you cannot blame her when shit goes sideways because you left her unprepared. It's pathetic the way it's all put on her.

If the writers wanted to make Fiona at fault, they should have actually made her at fault. Have her promise to babysit then ditch for a nap. Have her destroy the house in a drunk rage and forget to clean up. Have her insist Jason would be fine with just one drink because she was having one and didn't want to drink alone. Have her actually be at fault. Don't have her only crime be ignorance and then throw it all on her like she's purposely fucked everything up for everyone else.

#Shameless #Shameless US #Anti Lip Gallagher #Fiona Gallagher #Lip sucks.#Season 9 Episode 11 #Anti Philip Gallagher #Fiona Deserves Better #This episode REALLY pissed me off.#In a way that hasn't happened in a LONG time.

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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Is it just me or...

I mean, like he has a unique face, and that bod, geez. I just got into the show and i just.. damn. LIP and those fucking cigs... gimme a drag... and even the way he fcuking walks. fucking hell..