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starssaroundmyscarssblog · 1 month

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𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

pairing: 90s!liam gallagher x fem!tennis player!oc

summary: in which they probably shouldn't have ever been a thing, but liam and lottie don't really care that much

word count: 2.19k

warnings: swearing, allusions to sexual content, fade to black smut bc it makes me uncomfy sorryy ++ links to the 'fern and noel' saga

he didn't know how it ended up the way it did, but fuck was he happy about it.

when they were younger he would stand on the side of the court behind a net at the tennis centre twenty minutes away from burnage on the train for her county matches. now he sat in guest boxes and spent time not rehearsing and recording plane hopping from open to open, tournament to tournament watching the way her agile feet jumped along the clay staining the soles of her white tennis shoes red.

she acted in turn thought and for that liam was thankful. watching her launch the ball from serve to return over the net was exhausting, but he knew the training and flying to catch the occasional gig was worse and he didn't know how she did it: give a blinder of a performance at the wimbledon grand slam finals and then land in lisbon to see him perform after her hours of press campaigns.

in liam's eyes, lottie could do no wrong; she was perfect in every sense of the word back when they'd started dating in secondary school. she'd offered to help him to pass his ppe's at the pleasure of his mam, she didn't smoke or do drugs at house parties, wouldn't touch a drop of alcohol until she was of legal age and even still it was rare enough to see her do it.

training took up every week night as well as all day saturday, she worked at the bar at the boardwalk in the evening (ironically she was a dab hand at making a blinder of a cocktail) and dedicated sunday to her homework followed by perfecting her serve stance and follow through.

lottie had everything going for her, something that she made clear she wished he had too. many a time she'd be sat with liam late at night, after her shift at the boardwalk, in the middle of the grassy patch in the children's play ground. "someone'll notice you eventually, i know they will. everyone who's seen you loves you."

liam pulled a handful of grass up with his hands out of frustration, a half burnt out cigarette hung between his lips that she couldn't keep her eyes off. "dicks aren't writing about us, though. no-one south of hale or north of oldham knows who we are."

three weeks later, liam had interrupted her training session. he cut off her backhanded serve and pulled her shoulders to him to kiss her soundly as lottie's tennis instructor yelled at him to leave. liam pulled away, grinning brighter than she'd ever seen him, "we've got a record deal, lotts. creation want to work with us, they've signed us!"

a grin split her cheeks right in two. lottie flung her arms around his neck, stood right on the tips of her toes to keep a balance her instructor would have been proud of had he seen it out into action in another other given situation. he blew sharply on the brass whistle hanging on a loop around his neck, hands on his hips as he glared lottie down. she withdrew and whispered a select congratulations in his ear and pushed liam away towards the gate he'd bulldozed through, with a kiss to the pulse point on his neck

lottie was training for the french open when she was called over to the reception desk, hot and sweaty with her hair stuck to the back of her neck, to take a phone call. "hello?" she questioned down the line, rolling her ankles so she could jog back to the clay courts and hit the ground running. she nearly lost her grip on her racquet, slipping through her fingers to collide with her trainers, when liam laughed down the line. "hey lotts, you wouldn't mind paying out my bail would ya love?"

"i thought you were going to belgium," she managed to splutter out, "what did you do to get arrested on a ferry?"

"bit of a long story, babe, but can you pay it?"

she sighed and pinched her nose. "fine, yes. but seriously, liam, this is the last time i'm going to do it. if i find out this has anything to do with you snorting one before boarding you'll be out of my flat and onto your arse faster than you can blink."

on the other end of the line, standing against a pay-phone in a belgian police station, liam adjusted has stance against the pillar. he sat down on one of the wooden slated benches lining the concrete walls and tried to cover his crotch. he chewed his lip in thought, laughing fakely at something bonehead shouted, and his voice turned sombre. "it's not. promise. just had too much to drink an' all that, having a bit of fun before r'kid turns into commander and fuckin' chief."

he heard her heavy sigh and his heart sank. liam had no doubt in his mind that he would be out on the end of astrid's boot in a second if he didn't clean up his act. "i mean it, li. one whiff of cocaine being found in my house and the confederation won't let me compete. i'll phone alan and tell him i'm paying out your bail. you can call me when you get back." lottie hung up on him and handed the receiver back to honey, who was sat behind the desk and messing with the crucifix around her neck pretending like she hadn't overheard any of the conversation.

out on the courts and with little under two months until her first match of the french open, lottie bounced from service to base line, firing fuzzy balls back to over the net while the red clay stained the hem of her whites. she scratched her racquet more times than was necessary to lunge for the ball, while shooting up and zipping around the boxes as she worked harder against the machine.

sometimes during their rigorous training jamie, her coach of seven years, would start loud shouting conversations while lottie was working her arms and thighs. he argued it helped her maintain good breathing regulation and improved concentration, because viewers in the stands could be distracting at the best of times. "so what's new with the rock star, then?"

she grunted as she sent another ball flying over the net and into the wire fence surrounding the court, skidding on her toes in pursuit of the next only an arm's stretch away, "nothing. the twat's only gone and got himself arrested because he got pissed on an over night ferry. 'this is the last time, babe, i promise'", she mimicked in a high pitched voice, "like hell it is."

"ah." jamie ran a finger over the hair he was trying to grow out on top of his lip, "has the brother been in touch yet?" a cold wind shot through the air and he pulled up the zip of his tracksuit closer to his neck. lottie's back flared up in goosebumps but she kept moving, running around the court and rounding up the balls to pour them back into the funnel of the dispensing machine. "no, but i'm expecting a call soon. when one phones the other usually follows suit."

astrid pounded at the treadmill in the gym of her hotel in paris, five minutes away from the large clay court stadium she'd thrashed each of her opponents on. she'd played her way to the final three days and came away relatively unscathed, apart from a strain in her serving wrist that a quick round of physio patched back up. lindsay, an american who was in the running for the doubles championship, was using a bike next to her.

between the two of them they shared an earbud each, stemming from a cassette player settled on the window sill and balancing in the middle of their sponsored water bottles. all of a sudden liam's voice crackled through her ear, and lottie shook her head as she cranked up the incline under foot. lindsay looked at her out of the corner of her eye, cycling as if her life depended on it. "not a fan?" she inquired, bringing down the gears to loosen the tension burning in her calves.

"it's not that," she panted, pushing through the blister forming on her heel, "i just can't believe you are. they're bastards, all of them."

lindsay gradually brought her legs to a stop, taking a moment to bring down her breathing before swinging over the seat to stand up, "i thought you were going out with one of the brothers."

"oh, i am," the incline increased again, "but it doesn't mean i can't call them that." lottie brought the treadmill down until she was walking on a flat line, and took a large sip of water. she looked at her watch and checked the pedometer hooked over her shorts by her hip and started to gather her things. lindsay moved to grab a skipping rope and stretched out her arms behind her back.

"and speaking of whom, i'm off. they should be here by now, good luck for tomorrow if i don't see you."

"and you, lotts. i've heard martínez is training hard, she won't give you an easy run."

lottie zipped her fitted jacket halfway up and tucked her thumbs into the loops around her wrists. "i know. see you on the podium." she left the gym with the two plaits her hair had been tied in laying over her shoulders. in the lift, lottie brushed her eyebrows back into place and checked her watch again, sidestepping a confederation official on the way out into the lobby.

she rocked back and forth on her heels near enough away from the reception desk so as not to look like she was loitering, but close enough to be saved if there were any photographers crouched in a bush with a long-range lens.

as lottie was attempting to push back a cuticle on her nail, she heard liam first rather than seeing him. his loud voice disrupted the peace of the hotel, earning him a disapproving glance from the bellboys and an even dirtier look from noel who was sulking behind, face like thunder.

liam sauntered into the lobby with his sports bag slung lazily over his shoulder, and his eyes were drawn to the dip of lottie's tits first before her smile. she wrapped her arms around him and sighed heavily in content, taking his congratulations on her progress in the open to heart. then she drew away and went to hug noel, who visibly recoiled.

"what's up with you?"

"nowt." he grumbled, shuffling around with room keys.

liam scoffed. "like fuck it's nowt. you're just in a mard because fern broke up with ye'." noel looked like he was ready to hit his brother square on the nose, but was restraining greatly. lottie tried not to sound too sympathetic when she consoled him.

"look i don' want to fuckin' hear it from you either, lotts, no offence. now is there an offie 'round here, i'm dying for a cig and i haven't got nowt."

lottie furrowed her brow in thought and tried to ignore liam looking at her out of the corner of her eye as if he wanted to jump on her right there and then in the glossy lobby.

she crossed her arms under her chest to push up her tits more, just to wind him up. liam discreetly adjusted the way he was standing. "err, yeah. i think there's one just down the road."

"cheers."

noel had sped away before he could even ask someone to take his bag up to his room. liam grumbled out 'lazy cunt' as he made a show of hauling it over his other shoulder, herding lottie into the lift with a hand over her chest.

as soon as the mirrored doors slid shut and they felt movement, liam was attacking lottie with a kiss so searing she felt breathless within seconds.

"missed you so fuckin' much," he mumbled, moving to ravage her neck.

when the lift doors slid open again she dragged him back to her room with her hands on the back of his neck, pushing noel's bag off is shoulder and leaving it abandoned outside his room. liam's hands were roaming over her arse and he withdrew the room key from her back pocket, scanning it before shoving her inside.

"all that time away from you was fuckin' torture," he groaned as her nails dragged down his stomach and traced the low-hanging waistline of his jeans, "need you now, babe." he sighed against her chest as lottie slowly unbuckled his belt, his hand weakly climbing her torso to palm at her tits through her tight jacket.

lottie smirked, "if being this far away from me turns you into this much of a mess, liam," at this she walked him over to her bed to sink down between his legs, following the seam of his jeans up his thighs and to his exposed boxers, "i'm going to have to get competing more often."

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damonjuicyscock · 3 months

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Heya Loviiiies

I'm done with auditions ! Do you know what it means ?

It means a new chapter out this weekend !

Can't wait for you to read it.

Hope you're all doing okay and taking care of yourselves.

See you on Sunday !

DJC❤️

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lgwifey · 2 years

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bestfriend’s brother

90s!liam gallagher x fem!reader

platonic!noel gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : Y/n was never one for lieing, but when it came to him... Well that's different.

Warnings : cheating, angst (?), fluff, mentions of an abusive relationship, age gap oh and idk if a 5 year age gap is weird. It might be weird but I just wanna put a note saying it isn't a weird grooming type of relationship which evolves, it's like y/n's met Liam again after they'd both grown up/drifted apart. So please don't view it as weird because I didn't mean to write it in a weird way. If that makes sence x

H/l/n = your husbands last name

She'd met him when she was young. The pair of them had grown up together, well she'd grew up with his brother.

Y/n was always close to Noel Gallagher, intill he went and roadied for the Inspiral Carpets. Obviously when he left Manchester to start his journey to fame, they grew apart. In 1986 y/n became what she used to call 'a trashy ass bitch'. Turns out finding friends around her own age who where girly did wonders for her self confidence and had gave her an undoubtable glow up.

The fourteen year old who used to refer to her as 'that bird who hangs around with our Noel' had ended up taking a liking to y/n. It freaked him out at first and when the nineteen year old had started appearing in his dreams, well that was when he knew he was fucked.

Liam would drag his friends with him as he loitered around the dingy building y/n worked at.

The dark brown office block was probably the last place where people would expect a group of year 9 to hang around at. Shops ? Street corners ? Parks ? Sure. But an accountancy office block ?

Anyways, that's what Liam was doing at the moment. Unfourtunatly he was by himself in his stalkery activity today, since most of his friends where stuck in a maths detention. One of his adidas trainer clad feet tapped against a rickity brick wall as he peeked over the demolished brown brick building

"Liam ?"

He almost fell off of his makeshift seat of broken boxes when he heard a strong but sweet accent shouting his nickname over the half wall. His eyes widened as he turned to look at the woman in a pinstripe pantsuit who was walking over to him with a confused expression on her face. Her heels stumbled her as she made her way through the half demolished and then abandoned site, handbag wobbling as she tried to walk without falling over.

"Oh. Alright y/n ?"

The teenager forced a smile onto his face as he stood up, throwing his backpack over one of his shoulders.

"Thought it was you. What are you doing 'round here lad ?"

That was the first time he'd had a proper conversation with her since Noel had left. It was nice really, like having his brother back for a moment.

He ended up getting the bus home with her, obviously when they got off he had to walk three streets home, but he wasn't going to complain to her about that small detail.

As the months past, Liam ended up 'accidentally' bumping into the older girl more often. At the shops, outside her work or just out and about in town. Soon enough he'd found out every little bit about her life. It was almost as if he'd replaced his brother as her bestfriend. Sometimes the pair found themselves getting bizarre looks off of passer bye-ers as they sat in a local coffee shop and the woman dressed in her work attire blabbered on to the school uniform wearing boy about every issue she'd faced in the week.

When Noel came back in '91, he found everything being very different from how it was when he had left. He hadn't expected it to be the same, but still, it was strange to find his twiggy little brother to no longer be his twiggy little brother. He certainly hadn't expected the nineteen year old to be awake at 7 : 30 am and in the shower.

That had been how Noel had woken up on his first Thursday back at home. His bedroom door had bashed against the wall and stunned him awake. The twenty four year old let out a groan when he looked over and saw the time on the barely working alarm clock. He let out another groan when the bright light was flicked on and Liam was found rummaging through the chest of draws on his side of the room.

The nineteen year old's hair was damp and clinging to the back of his neck and Noel could only beg that his brother was freezing to death with the harsh November air which filled their room.

"Why the fuck are you awake right now ?"

"Fuck off."

Liam seemed concerningly more awake that Noel at the moment and he could only wonder what had gotten into his usually extreamly lazy brother.

Before he could intensely question the younger lad, Liam was back out of the room with a scramble of clothes in his arms, leaving the light on and the door open as he left and leaving Noel in a sour mood.

Despite his efforts to fall back into a deep sleep, Noel found himself concious still and decided to find out for himself why Liam was awake this early in the morning for himself.

He soon found out when, sat at the couch with BBC Breakfast playing on the box and a cup of steaming tea in his hands, the door was tapped.

At first he was confused as to who would be knocking on the door at eight in the morning, but soon he heard Liam's elephant like stomps storming down the stairs at a rapid pace and the front door being swung open.

Noel carefully placed down the mug on the coffee table, trying his best to remain silent as he wondered out of the living room and into the hallway where his little brother was slouched against a wall.

"No, no y' don't wanna come in f' a cuppa right now Birds-"

"Oh my god, is that Noel ?"

As Liam shifted from infront of the door, Noel found himself looking at a more matured version of none other than y/n.

"Aw Liam, y' didn't tell us he was back."

Noel made his way over to the door, a confused expression on his face as to why y/n, a twenty four year old woman with what he assumed to be a stable job, from the suit she was wearing, was going out of her way to talk to his nuisance of a younger brother.

"Alright pet."

"Yeah. Yeah i'm good, you ?"

He noiticed Liam's grouchy look as he moved out of Noel's way and y/n leant forwards to hug his brother, throwing her arms over his shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah everything's good. Well y'know, probably not as fab as touring, but it's a life."

Her lips fell into a small smile before what seemed like a long forgotten but suddenly remembered thought shot into her mind.

"You have to come over for tea Noel ! Liam here didn't mention you where back, if he had I would've already been over. "

"Must've slipped my mind."

The older pair's eyes flickered over to where Liam was stood, picking at his fingers before his baby blues looked up to where they where conversing.

Y/n just rolled her eyes at him, something which drew a smirk onto his lips.

"You're always forgetting. Anyways, I should probably be getting going, i'll see you later Liam, you too Noel."

Both boys gave a nod as she began walking back down the path, bag swinging on her shoulder as she walked away. Once y/n was out of sight, the Gallagher's front door was shut and Noel swung around to face Liam.

"What the fuck is y/n y/l/n doing talking to you on a thursday morning ? And why are you getting dressed up for it ?"

Liam just rolled his eyes, wondering off into the kitchen whilst mumbling under his breath.

"What ?"

" 'said it's not y/l/n !"

"Jesus, no need to shout you arse. What is it then ?"

"H/l/n. She got married four years ago, which you would know if you where actually here."

Noel's eyebrows twined together. Somehow he could never picture y/n getting married. Maybe it was just because he alway saw her as a little year seven in oversized football tops and baggy jeans. Still, Liam seemed pretty annoyed over the whole marriage situation.

He should probably look further into that.

1994

Y/n groaned as she pushed open the electric blue front door, the small, metal keychains clinging as she pulled them out of the lock.

Her shoes where in her hand, bag on her shoulder and last night's dress extreamly scrunched. Not to even get started on her hair and makeup.

"Where the fuck have you been ?"

Her dulled eyes flicked over to the other side of the open plan room as a voice blared through the empty space. She finished off placing her things onto the light wooden table as she began to answer. Her eyes where dull and emotionless but anyone could tell the fear which hid in her y/e/c irises.

"Stayed out at a friend's after Lucy's birthday."

"Lucy from work ?"

"Yeah, y'know the new girl on the taxes team."

Her husband wasn't the nicest of people. She'd soon learnt that after they'd married. She'd quickly found out his real personality.

1995

"I don't get why you married so young hun."

Y/n was sat in one of the busiest clubs in London. Dress short, heels high and designer drugs is what she'd become acustomed to over the last year.

It had all started when she had bumped into Liam Gallagher between work hours. Since her husband was a lawyer, they'd had to move to London for his new job offer. She was working at a top accountancy firm as she'd nipped out to get a coffee on her luch break when she was caught in a paperazzi showdown with the lead singer of Oasis.

Y/n immediatly noticed that the little nineteen year old she used to grab a hot drink with before work was long gone. She grossed herself out when she found herself actually checking him out. Twenty three and all grown up. He wasn't a sore sight and she was slightly disgusted at herself.

Her mind was brought back to the neon lights which surrounded the dark booth where the group of the latest celebrities where sat when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

Liam lifted her up by her hips so he could slide back into his seat, placing two drinks down infront of her before he did so.

She leant back into his chest, head falling onto his shoulder before Liam pressed a kiss onto her forehead.

They carried on their conversations with the others sat next to them, multiple comments about how cute they where together falling upon y/n's ears. It made her smile to herself and she knew that if he wasn't so concerned of what people thought of him, Liam would be smiling to.

To be fair, she didn't completely hate his reaction to the coments, always making a comment back about how she was fit or how it was mainly her making the 'cute' happen.

1996

"Liams. Babe's too bright."

The woman let out a slurred whine before hiding her face under the comfortable duvet, conciquently exposing her toes to the freezing air.

Beside her, y/n felt a body move. He shifted closer to her, dragging her closer to him, his arms having wrapped around her torso as they slept. As he moved himself, Liam also pulled her from out under the covers, pressing slow and adoration filled kissed against her bare shoulders and neck, occationally being hit by the hair which had fell out of her extreamly messy ponytail which she'd slept in.

" 'll go tell the sun t' fuck off Birds."

His accent was strong in the morning, that's something that y/n had noticed over the past two years. He always commented on how her voice was slurred and stuttery as she tryed to piece together letters properly and she always told him how cute his voice was, since it was so board that sometimes she struggled to understand it. Sonetimes, when he was completely and utterly exhaused, she'd find his manc accent being entwined with his mother's irish, especially when it came to him saying certain words.

"No. Don't leave me."

He let out a small laugh at her words once he'd moved a leg out of the duvet's sheild from the cold.

"Thought you want the blinds closin'."

He heard her hum in responce, forming just enough effort to peer over her shoulder where he found her face in it's resting feature and her eyes lightly shut. One of his thumbs dragged along her cheek, brushing any loose hairs out of her face as he did so, before he pressed a delicate kiss.

His body rested against hers again, both of them falling into each other like perfect puzzle peices.

He loved these mornings, the mornings when he didn't have to do anything. The mornings when she didn't have to do anything. And most importantly, the morings when it was in Manchester on a work call.

At the thought of the monster, Liam slightly uncovered y/n. The plain covers sliding off of her torso and leaving her bare, resting on her low waist.

The bruises hurt him nearly as much as they hurt her.

He would never say they hurt the same, because he didn't have to go through the agony of getting them, but it hurt him that he had to look at them.

Well, he didn't have to look at them, but he wouldn't let her go through it alone. He wouldn't let her feel alone.

He bit his lip as he looked at her ribs which where alight in hues of yellow and violet.

If he ever-

"Fucking hell !"

Liam shot his head to the open bedroom door where his brother was gawping at the scene.

Y/n was awake again. He noticed when he felt the covers being shifted further over him and her arms falling around his torso, his arms sitting ontop of hers.

"What- "

"One sec y' perv, give us a second to get clothes on."

Y/n watched from behind Liam's figure as a flabergasted Noel slowly found his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"Looks like that lie in ain't happening Birdy."

She gave a sigh, reluctantly rolling our from underneath the duvet as Liam threw a pair of black joggers and one of his Manchester City tops at her.

As she pulled the joggers up, she noriced his eyes loitering on her figure, a certain part of her figure.

"Nice tits."

"Fuck off Gallagher."

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cloudy-em · 9 months

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shy reader and lip are my favorite. but i was thinking maybe she’s like that because of family? they’re mean to her so it’s better for her to keep to herself and she doesn’t tell lip anything until he sees it for himself

thank you for the request, anon! I'm thinking northside!reader for this one

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We're walking to my house, the thin layer of snow crunching beneath our feet. Although I'm thankful that my private school allows long pants in the winter time, and that we're provided with a thick knit sweater as a part of our uniform options, I'm still freezing. I don't know how Lip does it. He seems just fine with his jeans and layered flannel.

"You cold?" He breaks the comfortable silence, and I nod, knowing that if I speak, my teeth will clatter together. He pulls me into him, his arm wrapping around my shoulder. It's nice, just the two of us and the snow. It's quiet and peaceful.

We reach my front door and I unlock it, inviting Lip inside. He takes his shoes off and follows me into my bedroom, where he sits on my bed. It's not our usual routine. Normally I prefer going to his house, but my family was going to be home early because of some special news coming from Harvard University for my sister. Lip decided yesterday he would spend time with me until he had to sneak out of my window so I'd be on time for dinner.

I sigh, joining Lip on my bed, Wuthering Heights in hand.

"Read to me?" I mumble. He's prepared for the question, and no matter how many times he smiles and says yes, I'm still a little embarrassed. It's easier when he reads to me because I can hear his voice reading the lines in my head. He smiles like he usually does, leaning back and taking the book from me. I lean against him, listening as he reads.

"Y/N!" I hear my mom call from downstairs. I look at Lip apologetically, telling him I'll be right back. I trudge down the stairs, trying to delay whatever my mom has to say. I walk into the kitchen, joining her and my siblings. Oh joy.

"Why didn't you put the dishes away?" She asks, annoyed at my presence. I can feel myself fold in slightly, ready for whatever the family wants to pile on me.

"I- I'm sorry, mom, it's just that the oceanography club ran late-" she cuts me off, not needing to hear my explanation.

"I don't care what happened, Y/N. You have these things to take care of because the rest of us are doing more important things. Your father and I both work full time jobs all day. Your brother is a football captain, and your sister is president of the debate team. They have well-fulfilled, promising lives in front of them. What do you have? A weird obsession with fish."

"I concur," my sister chimes in. "Are you like, attracted to them?" My brother laughs, joining in on the game. "Probably, I mean it's not like she's pretty enough to date a human!"

They continue to take turns, finding whatever flaws they can to comment on. I shrink into myself, waiting for them to get distracted by their own arrogance and start talking about themselves.

This moment comes like it usually does, but never fast enough. I walk away as quietly as possible, and return to my room. Lip looks at me, his eyes searching mine. He still has Wuthering Heights open, his thumb and index finger holding the spine open to the page we left off on. He places the book face down beside him on the bed, silently opening his arms in a welcoming gesture. Without hesitation, I take my spot in his arms as he pulls me into his chest, stroking my hair softly. I try to bite back my tears, but a few escape, and suddenly he has tear stains on his shirt.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he whispers to me, swaying slightly. "I didn't know. We'll figure something out, 'kay? No reason you can't come stay with me. The kids love you, and Fiona'll come around when we tell her what's goin' on. You and me, right?"

I smile slightly, nodding against him. "Right."

#fanfic #writing #shameless #ian gallagher #shameless us #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #phillip gallagher #fiona gallagher #debbie gallagher #liam gallagher #comfort #fluff

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andreafmn · 4 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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skyeeuphixia · 1 year

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𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚛 // 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

lip Gallagher x girlfriend OC (Delilah) summary: in which lip and delilah give fiona a break and have the kids to themselves or in which debbie and delilah get some 'sister' time

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warnings: n/a word count: 3.2k

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"Ok, Bottles are in the cupboard, formula and milk are in the fridge, but Lip knows all that," Fiona informs Lip's girlfriend, showing her where everything is as if she hadn't been dating Lip and coming over to the house for 7 months now.

Today Fiona was stepping out of her comfort zone by spending the night away with her boyfriend, Jimmy/Steve. Jimmy/Steve had somehow managed to book a room at The Langham Hotel, meaning that Lip was now in charge of babysitting his younger siblings, minus Ian as he was having a sleepover with 'Mandy'. She had done it once before Lip and Delilah were dating, but that ended in Frank having to fake his death. So Fiona had managed to convince herself that everything would go to shit if she left for another night. It took a lot of convincing from all the kids, Kev, V and Jimmy/Steve to convince Fiona to go, let alone leave them with Liam alone. So she compromised, she would leave Lip in charge, if, his girlfriend Delilah helped out, because in her words "She will actually keep some order in this house."

"Lay off my girlfriend Fi," Lip sighs trekking down the stairs to the kitchen, having already gone through the same lecture, twice, hours earlier, "It's not like she's not been here a million times, besides she's better with Liam than any of us."

Fiona sighed and placed the bottle she had picked up back in the cupboard before rubbing her forehead, "I know, I know it's just last time everything went down with Frank and-"

"-and that's different to any other day how?" Lip asks, standing next to his girlfriend, placing his arm around her shoulders, Delilah nudging him slightly giving a look that tells him to listen to his older sister.

"Just, don't let the house burn down, don't let Frank in but I doubt he'll show up, uh what else, oh you two," She suddenly snapped pointing a finger between the two of them causing them to raise their eyebrows in surprise, not expecting the sudden change in attitude.

"The moment I exit the house you two are "working", you're not hanging out, not on a date, your focus is on the kids, so no funny business."

Lip opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by Fiona pointing at him once again, "Including after they fall asleep," she snaps, Lip's mouth promptly shutting.

"Don't worry Fiona, I'll keep everything together." Delilah smiled at her, causing the older girl to give her a grateful smile.

"Yeah besides we're going to have a fun time, won't we buddy?" Lip asks picking up Liam from his place on the sofa, making funny faces at him, "Oh and you mean we'll keep everything together?" Lip asked, looking at Delilah expectantly.

"I meant what I said," Delilah teased, leaving no room for Lip to argue as Jimmy/Steve enters through the front door and makes his way to the trio.

"Hey ready to go?" He asks Fiona, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I just-"

"She's ready," Both Lip and Delilah answer at the same time, knowing that Fiona was just going to try and stall for longer.

"Great, let's go," Jimmy/Steve smiles at her, slowly guiding her out of the house as she continued to call out orders to the two teenagers.

"Lip, don't do anything Delilah wouldn't do! If I come back and everything has gone to shit I swear I will-" She didn't get to finish her threat however as the sound of the door shutting cut her off.

Lip and Delilah looked at each other for a few seconds, waiting to see who would suggest what to do first, this was new to the two of them, normally, when they hung out together, there was a goal or purpose; just being in each others company, Homework, Sex. Sure they had a purpose, babysitting, but what are you supposed to do when none of the children need anything?

"Movie?"

"Sure,"

The two of them swiftly make their way over to the living room, Delilah grabbing a blanket and sitting on the couch, settling Liam next to her, Lip flipping through the selection of DVDs the Gallaghers owned. The Gallaghers had a few really good selections of films, the only issue was Delilah and Lip could never agree on what to watch.

"Uh we got, insidious, Top Gun, IT-"

"You're just picking the ones you want to watch!"

"Ok, you pick something out then,"

"Mean Girls" She answers picking up the movie with no hesitation and starting to open it before Lip snatched it out of her hands.

"No way that movie's shit!"

"Oh yeah, how do you know that? Seen it before?"

"Beyond the point! Look I just don't see what's so entertaining about watching dumb teenagers talk about how big their hair is," Lip argued back, smirking at her slightly.

"Yeah well if we watched a horror film there's the risk of the kids coming down and traumatising themselves! Not to mention Liam is right here!" Delilah argues back, not wanting to risk the wrath of Fiona the following morning if she finds out that Debbie and Carl are all of a sudden too scared to fall asleep.

"Ok fine, you pick, anything but mean girls," Lip groans, taking a seat back on the couch, swiftly joined by Delilah.

"Tangled,"

"That's a kids film,"

"Harry Potter!"

"I've watched that series with you three times now!"

"Angus, thongs and perfect snogging!"

"Take out Angus and that's my kind of night,"

"Bullet Train!"

"And listen to you drool over Aaron Taylor Johnson for two and a half hours again, no thanks,"

"Why don't we watch the next episode of blue planet? Everyone likes that!"

"Yeah I guess, let's just watch that," Lip sighed, turning on the most recent episode of blue plant the family had recorded. The Gallaghers, Kev and Veronica, Jimmy/Steve and Delilah often watched different shows together, having episodes upon episodes of the different shows they watched recorded, however, it wasn't uncommon for Delilah and Lip to be an episode ahead of the rest, often watching the next episode in secret when no one's around.

Lip and Delilah settled down next to each other, huddling up for warmth, Liam's head resting across Delilah's lap, as David Attenborough's calming voice introduced them to the wonders of the world's oceans.

They watched in silence as a fish miraculously jumped out of the water and grabbed a bird midflight when from nowhere Debbie and Carl appeared in front of the TV.

"What the hell get out of the way, it was getting good!" Lip called out in frustration, pausing the show the couple was undoubtedly fascinated by.

"We're bored," Debbie says matter-of-factly, placing her hands on her hips.

"So? Entertain yourselves," Lip says, leaning back convinced that that simple sentence solved all their problems.

"You're the babysitters, you're supposed to entertain us," Carl argues back.

"Well, what do you guys want to do?" Delilah asks, sitting up so she could see them properly past Lip.

"I want some girl time with Delilah," Debbie says smiling smugly at Lip, knowing she would be ruining the alone time he hoped to have with his girlfriend.

"Ok, I'll go with Debbie, and you entertain Carl and Liam," Delilah announces standing from the couch, patting Lip's shoulder, and making her way towards the stairs with Debbie swiftly following her.

"Wait, what!?" Lip exclaims, turning towards her, holding his arms out slightly, shocked by how willing Delilah was to listen to the demands of some 12 and 10-year-olds.

"We're here to babysit Lip, this is part of the job," Delilah shrugged before walking up the stairs, Debbie in tow, and walking to the room the younger girl shared with Liam.

"So, what do you want to do Debs?" Delilah asked, sitting on the girl's bed, noticing how hard the mattress was.

"I don't know, girl stuff and girl talk,"

"Girl stuff and girl talk?" Delilah smiles amused by the younger girl.

"Yeah, Fiona's busy and so I try not to bother her with girly talks, besides Fiona is a lot...rougher than you, and you're closer to my age! And you're not a Gallagher, I think it would be good to get an outside opinion," Debbie declares.

Delilah chuckled at the young girl, "Ok where do you want to start?"

Delilah watched as the younger girl made her way over to one of her shelves picked out a CD and swiftly put it into a pink CD player, which Delilah and Lip had gotten her for her birthday, the sound of Madonna's; Like a Virgin coming from it, causing Delilah to smile a little as she had been the one to introduce Debbie to 80s music.

"Hmm, wait here," Debbie swiftly made her way out and into the hall, leaving the older girl alone, Delilah let out a long breath as she waited, pulling a confused face as she heard the sounds of drawers opening and slamming shut.

Before she could call out to Debbie, the redhead strutted back into the room with a small vial and a little bag in her hand.

"Nails and makeup," Debbie said, putting a vial of baby pink nail varnish and Fiona's make-up bag on her bed.

"Debs," Delilah sighed, "This is Fiona's stuff we really shouldn't do this,"

"I'll take it all off before we go to bed! And Fiona will probably assume the nail varnish is yours 'cause you wear this colour all the time," Debbie reasons. Delilah puts her head down, noticing that she was, in fact, wearing the same baby pink nail varnish at that moment.

"Ok, ok, let's start with the nail varnish then," Delilah smilies, picking up the vial and shaking it, before taking Debbie's left hand and starting to paint her nails, the two girls sat in silence for a few moments.

"Do boys ever stop being gross and annoying?" Debbie asks out of nowhere, as Delilah finished off her left hand, painting the pinky finger and taking the other hand.

Delilah laughs and shakes her head, "Nope, never will, but you come to realise that girls are just as annoying as boys just in different ways, so one day, you'll find a boy or girl who's annoying compliments your annoying. Can't do much about the grossness though."

"Ugh, can't boys just be...better?"

"You come to realise as you get older Debbie, not everyone is perfect, you learn to tolerate the bad things, and love the good things, but if the bad things really bother you, then, if that person can't change it, they're not right for you."

"How do you know someone's right? How did you know my brother was the right one for you?"

Delilah thought for a moment holding two different shades of blush towards Debbie's face, deciding the lighter of the two was more her colour, before beginning to apply some and answering the younger girl's question, "When he blocked Karen's number,"

"I never really liked Karen."

"You wouldn't be the only one,"

"Why did that do it?"

"At that point, we had been dating for around three months, and although he had been nothing but amazing, because of his past with Karen and Mandy, I had my doubts, and I'll admit, I was prepared for something to go wrong," Delilah admits. "I remember Mandy breaking up with Lip cause he was still in love with Karen, so throughout the first three months I was just looking for signs he still loved her because I just felt immensely insecure about my place in the relationship-"

"Wait what?! You? Insecure?"

"Oh yeah! I was so insecure, still am sometimes, I thought I was a huge downgrade, I wasn't as exciting as Mandy or Karen in...ways that you don't need to know. And so I thought he would get bored pretty quick and go back to Karen. And then one day while we were hanging out, his phone started ringing and it was Karen, and I was so prepared for him to drop everything and go running to her, I guess that showed on my face because, Lip looked at me, declined the call and deleted her number, nothing else had to be said, he told me everything I needed to know through his actions. It doesn't sound like much but, I know how much he cared for her so, it meant a lot to me, " Delilah retold, smiling thoughtfully.

"I hope my future relationship is like yours and Lips,"

"Thanks, Debs," Delilah smiled, moving on to apply a light shade of red lipstick to Debbies's lips.

"How did you and Lip even meet? I just remember you slowly spending more and more time here and I never really questioned it." Debbie asked, trying not to move her mouth too much.

"To be honest, I don't really know how it happened either, we sat next to each other in English for Sophmore and Junior year, but never spoke unless it was work-related, we only started talking as friends when Mandy and I got close, I'll be honest, we were so different we didn't like each other, but the more time we spent together, the closer friends we became and, I don't know, here we are." Delilah reminisced, brushing Debbies's hair and putting them into two neat plaits, which is how Debbie liked to wear her hair at night.

"What's going to happen when you guys go off to college? You're not going to the same one,"

"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we reach it, listen Debs if you have one foot in the future and one in the past, it means you're pissing on today,"

"What?"

"Basically don't worry about what's to come and what's going to happen, live in the moment Debs you'll be happier that way, and right now, what you have to do is get to bed, it's 9:30."

"What no!" Debbie complained.

"Sorry Debs, Fionas orders, now, go take a look in the bathroom mirror, brush your teeth, get the make-up off, and get ready for bed, I'll put away Fiona's stuff," Delilah says, packing away the makeup as Debbie agrees, trudging out of the room, saying a quick thank you on her way out.

"Tell you what," Delilah says, "Next Saturday, you and I head off to the mall together, go to all your favourite shops, and we can play mine and Mandy's favourite game, we pick a clothes store and pick out clothes for the other person without showing them and we have to try them on."

"Really?!"

"Really!"

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!" Debbie repeats, hugging the older girl before running back out of the room to get ready for bed.

Delilah chuckled at the younger girl's actions, turning off the CD player, before grabbing all of Fiona's stuff and bringing it into Fiona's room, managing to step on one of Liam's squeaky toys, which she was positive was actually a dog toy, on her way.

As she exited Fiona's room, she was greeted by a very unimpressed, dishevelled-looking Lip, his hair was all over the place, parts of his white tank top were ripped, and he had an already sleeping Liam on his hip, "What happened to you?" Delilah tried not to laugh.

"Turns out Carl's idea of fun is hunting me down with his Nerf gun, and when I asked how I'm supposed to defend myself, the little shit laughed at me - Don't you start!" He accuses her, noticing her face contorting slightly as she attempts to hide her laughter.

"Sorry, just didn't think you'd get the shit beat out of you by a 10-year-old," Delilah teases, taking Liam from Lip, pushing past him and going back into Debbie's room. Lip rolled his eyes rather and went in the opposite direction to his own room to make sure Carl went to bed.

Delilah gently put Liam in his crib, before turning and watching as Debbie tucked herself into bed, "Goodnight Debs," She said, turning the light off as she made her way out of the room.

"Goodnight," She hears in reply as she shuts the door, Lip shuts the door to his room at the same time, walking over to join her.

He was about to open his mouth to say something, but Delilah raise her hand, noticing the bottom of Debbie's door was illuminating a small pool of light.

"Debbie no reading under the covers, you know the rules," She calls out, the light immediately vanishes as Debbie turns her torch off, listening to the older girl. Delilah smiles smugly at Lip, causing him to roll his eyes at her, but he didn't try to hide the smile on his face.

"You're good with them,"

"I know. So tell me," Delilah starts, heading down the nearest staircase to make her way back to the living room, being followed by her boyfriend, "How did you allow yourself to get chased around by a child?"

"Ok I did not 'allow myself' I was taken by surprise, I watch you go after Debs and when I turned back around the little shit was pointing the fucking thing in my face, so I did what most people would do if they had a gun pointed at them, I ran!"

"And what was Liam doing during all this?" Delilah asked as she sat back in her original spot on the sofa, Lip sitting a few moments after her, putting his arm around her.

"Little fucker just sat and laughed the whole time." Lip grumbled, looking back at his girlfriend, whose mouth was twitching slightly, "Don't even,"

"I'm not saying anything!"

"Yeah well, how you feel about that is written all over your face, you're an open book love," Lip states, reaching forwards slightly to grab the remote to the TV, unpausing the show to continue where they left off.

"Am not!"

"Whatever you say, babe, whatever you say,"

Delilah rolled her eyes at her boyfriend before snuggling up to him so that they were both more comfortable. As the night drew on the teenager's eyes slowly drooped as they both fell asleep in each other's arms, which their backs would hate them for tomorrow, as the lumpiness of the sofa would for sure cause them some aches, not that they cared right now though, they were far to content and tired to care about that.

After a relaxing night, even though some lingering worry stayed in the back of her mind, Fiona returned home in the early hours of the next morning to find the house not in complete chaos, but instead, the two teenagers still snuggled up close to one another, the TV now playing some random news channel in the background.

The sight of the two teenagers made the older sister smile, it was rare to see the two of them so relaxed, considering they were often stressed with either work, school or job-wise, chores or general teenage stress. This was the most relaxed she had seen the two of them in a while, which surprised her, as she thought the kids would have made them reconsider all of their life choices by now.

"You did good guys," she whispered, as she slipped one envelope into Lip's favourite hoodie, which was hanging off the side of the couch, and one into Delilah's jacket, which was hanging up on the coat hanger, each one containing $25 for their efforts.

They deserve it.

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#lip gallagher #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher x oc #fiona gallagher #jimmy steve #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #liam gallagher #fluff

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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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stxrshxpxd · 2 years

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“i know you’ve been dying to take me out” || 90s liam

pairing: 90s liam gallagher x reader

word count: 524

warnings: none

prompt: a saturday morning in a record shop with reader and her casual friend liam who works there

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It was a sunny Saturday and morning was growing into noon. Out of instinct I had walked into the local record shop. The hanging lights were turned off, but large rectangles of sunlight laid across the rows of vinyls in front of me. Specks of dust danced in the light from the windows. In one of the boxes of light stood Liam, behind the counter. That was more or less all I knew about him. His first name was Liam and he almost always stood behind the counter, or sometimes sat on top of it with a hunched back. Oh, and the fact that he always seemed startled when I came in.

“Who’s that?” I asked, nodding my head at the record in his hand. There was a whole stack of them next to him on the counter as well. Liam lifted his hanging head and his eyes lit up slightly with excitement and a tinge of nerves. I saw right through him.

“New local band… Pretty cool.”

He had a tendency to shorten his sentences considerably, for whatever reason.

“What do they sound like?”

I made my way up to the counter and placed my elbows on it, laying my chin in my palms and resting all my weight on one hip.

“Um.. Kind of punk.. but softer.”

I nodded and watched him in silence as he resorted to inspecting the vinyl again, seemingly reading the same text over and over again. His skin and hair looked particularly soft and warm today in the late morning sun. He was wearing an Adidas crewneck that was so large on him that the shoulder seams ended mid-bicep. I could see some hints of his regular blue jeans from my side of the counter.

“Play some!”

He looked up again and the pale blue colour in his eyes appeared almost white in the sunlight. He waddled a few steps over to the record player and another long moment passed of near silence as he fumbled with the vinyl. Then a loud guitar pierced through the quiet and Liam turned around again, meeting my eyes. I gave an impressed smile and he nodded with a smile of his own.

“They’re good!” I said over the loud music and Liam nodded again. We laughed together at something, I don’t know what.

The first song ended quickly and Liam turned the volume down as the second one began, with a similar guitar.

“They’re really good!” I repeated and Liam agreed quickly.

“They’re playing tonight actually… at The Seven Stars..” he remembered. A small grin grew on my lips. “I’m obligated to promote them, you see,” he added hastily.

“I’ll be there,” I giggled and began wandering away from the counter. “I know you’ve been dying to take me out for a long time anyway,” I mumbled, smirking down at a record I had mindlessly picked up.

“Fuck off,” Liam muttered and laughed somewhat nervously. I glanced up at him and noticed the new red colour in his cheeks.

“Do you have that new Stone Roses compilation album then?” I asked after a beat, putting him out of his misery.

#short but #nervous infatuated liam <3 #britpop #90s #oasis #liam gallagher #liam gallagher x reader #fic #imagine #au #blurb #prompt #smut #fluff #angst #y/n

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teacupcollector · 2 years

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Love Lost - Part 2 (Fiona Gallagher/Reader)

Summary: Meeting Fiona was a whirl wind of emotions. Leaving her was something you regretted but didn't have a choice in doing. When an injury sends you back home you are reluctant to see her again. Especially with Steve/Jimmy back in the picture. You cannot guarantee her happiness so why ruin it by coming back into her life? Loving from afar is all you can do...

Warning: Illusions to Suicide, Past Violence Resulting in Injury, A lot of angst

Fiona knew where to look after checking all the usual hangout spots. She made her way to her old job at the sports bar. Looking through each alleyway on the way there she finally gets to a spot. When looking she sees a body laying behind a dumpster.

You are nudged awake by a foot and look behind you from your laying position. "We aren't your fucking charity case!" You know that voice and you smile. "Hey Beautiful..." You say grunting while sitting up. "Get the fuck up!" She shouts and you sigh and turn to face her. When you do this, she gasps. "(Y/N)..." "Not as pretty as before huh?" You say with a sad chuckle. "W-What are you doing here? You should b-" You shake your head. You recognize the quiver in her voice, and it breaks your heart. "I have nowhere to go Fi..." You say with a laugh. "Why the fuck are you laughing!" She shouts and paces away. "You should have come ba-" "Would you have let me in if I did come back home?" You ask and she stays silent. "I didn't want to burden you... And plus you have Steve..." Fiona turns around with a hurt expression. "I'm not mad..." You say and sniffle. "After the last time I didn't expect you to wait for me... You're happy and that's all I wanted..." You say with a teary smile and lean against the wall sliding down. "Why are you always trying to play the hero!" She shouts. "Why are you doing this for us! Why give us your compensation." "You know why my love..." "W-What about your happiness? You don't need to do this!" "It doesn't matter if I'm happy Fiona!" You exclaim. "It matters to me that you and all those lovely kids are fed, warm, and safe!" You say as tears slip past your cheeks. "You are fucking deaf in one ear and missing a limb! How do you expect to survive with no money!" "Its doe-" "It does matter (Y/N)! It fucking matters!" While this is all happening footsteps coming from the mouth of the alleyway. " It really doesn't Fi... I don't matter... At least to not anyone important." Fiona crouches in front of you and picks up your chin to look at her. "I love you so much Fiona... It's like I can't breathe without you!" "(Y/N)..." "Nothing else matters. You, the kids, V and Kevin... You ar- were my family." You sniffle. "Thinking of you guys and the kids letters were the only thing that kept me going." Fiona is rendered speechless as you talk. "Giving you that money was showing my love from afar.... If I did that one last thing, I could die happy." You say with a sob. "Die happy? One last thing? What do yo-" Fiona suddenly looks to your side to see a handgun laying on your duffle.

"No... Baby no..." Fiona begins as her face becomes wet with tears. "I was working up the courage to do it... I wouldn't be a burden anymore... This..." You say wiggling your stump. "...and my heart wouldn't hurt anymore." You cup her face with your good hand and she surprisingly leans into it cupping that hand with her own. "I never wanted to hurt you! I never wanted to leave! I lo-" You are cut off by her kissing you. You sob into the kiss and move your good hand into her hair pulling her closer. She grips onto you as if you were her life line. Her tongue swipes your bottom lip and you immediately allow her to enter. Your tongues fight passionately and Fiona crawls into your lap straddling you. Suddenly there is a cough and you both pull apart. You both to see a man with brown hair and blue eyes holding baby Liam. He has a hurt expression on his face. Accompanied by him were the kids, Veronica and Kevin. You let out another sob when you see them. Fiona jumps off your lap and runs up to the man. That's when the rest of them run to you. You cry out in happiness as they pile themselves on you in a hug. You kiss everyone's forehead ignoring the throbbing pain from you arm. Kevin lets go first and takes the gun putting it behind his back in his waistband. "I have missed you all so much!" You cry. and they all latch onto you for a while. "So, you lost an arm?!" Carl exclaims and this causes you to laugh when Debbie scolds him. You take off your hat so they can see your missing ear. "Cool!" Carl says but this sight seems to bring tears to the rest of them. "You can touch it... It doesn't hurt to much just be gentle." You say turning your head and Carl gently touches it. You scream which in turn makes them scream and you burst out laughing. Veronica out of habit smacks you on the bad arm and you let out an "Fuck ow!" and she immediately begins to apologize. You smile and sigh. After all this you can hear an argument from the mouth of the alleyway and the man stomps away but not before handing Liam over. You sigh. "That was Steve wasn't it..." You say and they all nod. "Shit... This was the last thing I wanted to happen..." Debbie is the last to let go and she holds your hand. "Were you really going to kill yourself?" She asks her voice quivering. You stay silent for a moment then nod. "I didn't want to be a bu-" "You're not a fucking burden now quit saying that shit!" Lip exclaims.

All of them help you stand up and you stumble with a laugh. Veronica wraps an arm around you and kisses your forehead. "You can stay with us right (Y/N)?" Debbie asks and you look over to Fiona whose head is hanging low cradling Liam to her chest. "She won't let me stay Debs... I can't just drop in on you unannounced." "Yeah, well you kind of already did that bullshit to me..." Kevin says as he picks up your duffle bag and whatever else was on the ground. "Yeah... I'm sorry about that..." You mumble and Kevin pats you on the back with a soft smile. "Don't worry about it." He says and you look over at Fiona. "I ruined everything." "You didn't. They weren't really doing well to begin with." Debbie mumbles. "That doesn't matter right now. Lets get you home..." Lip says wrapping an arm around you and guiding you out of the alley way.

#Shameless (U.S)#Fiona Gallagher #fiona gallagher x fem reader #fiona gallagher x jimmy lishman #Lip Gallagher #Ian Gallagher #Debbie Gallagher #Carl Gallagher #Liam Gallagher #veronica fisher #kevin ball #kevin ball x veronica fisher #angst #kind of happy fluff #talks of suicide #x reader #x military reader #x fem reader

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thelostmagicians · 10 months

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Unlucky | Lip Gallagher

Summary: Lip Gallagher has a shitty life, but he still has a chance of a happy future with you. [2.4k]

Fluff, comfort, slight angst, insecure Lip

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Lip Gallagher has always considered himself unlucky for as long as he could remember. If you asked him to describe his life in three words he’d use shitty, shitty, and extremely shitty.

He was dealt a crappy hand since the beginning not standing a fighting chance even as a kid.

There was always so much crap to deal with, whether it was bills that needed to be paid, kids that need to be taken care of, or anything dealing with Frank and Monica, sometimes he felt as if the weight of the world was resting on his chest and the only breath he’d be able to take peacefully would be his final one. He’s grateful for all the help he has because everyone pulls their weight as much as they can, but sometimes he just wishes life was just a little bit kinder to him. He wishes that he was able to do something with his high IQ, make something of himself and finally get out of this hell hole, but that didn’t roll over so well. But just as he was slowly losing hope the universe finally took pity on him and gave him you, so now he’s hanging onto you with everything he’s got.

It’s quiet in the Gallagher household when Lip shuffles out of bed. He can’t remember the last time he was able to sleep past 7am, so when he wakes up to birds chirping at 9am instead of the usual yelling and chaos, he’s surprised and even a little scared. He makes his way towards the bathroom getting ready to fight whoever is next in line, but finds it empty and even clean. He’s shuffling around, looking through doors to find a sense of life in his otherwise loud home when he hears a squeal from the backyard. He doesn’t think twice before grabbing a nearby bat and hurtling through the backdoor towards the pool, but he stops once he sees the atmosphere is anything, but fearful. Frannie is being tossed back and forth between Carl and Mickey in the pool, Fiona and Ian are chasing Liam with the garden hose and Debbie is bringing in watered down lemonade from the kitchen.

He has no idea what caused this change of pace, but he isn’t mad about it. Just as he’s about to make himself known, he feels a soft touch caressing his back.

“Hey baby,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his neck.

He turns his head at your sweet voice finally fully awakening his sleepy trance. Lip tugs you towards him by the belt loops of your, too short, cut off shorts and breathes into your neck. Hands slowly creeping down towards your ass to grab and pet, not socially acceptable in front of family, but he couldn’t care less.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he rasps into the valley of your chest, slightly picking you up to hug you closer. “What’s going on out here?”

“Thought everyone could use a day off especially in this heat, so Debs and I planned a pool party. Wanna join me?”

He pulls back on slightly to finally get a look at your face, your eyes are kind and happy followed by a mischievous smile.

“Sure, let me get my trunks on and I’ll be down soon.” You reward him with a soft peck on his chapped lips and an arm squeeze before moving out of his hold and grabbing some leftover toast.

The day goes by without a hitch. Everyone enjoys the much deserved break filled with laughter, junk food, and only a few fights. You’re nearly on top of Lip as you cuddle as close as you can basking in the happiness before you get ready to go out. There are only a handful of days that you and Lip both get off at the same time, so any day given is taken as a golden opportunity to spend some time together, leaving your worries at home. You plant a small peck to Lip’s cheek before untangling yourself from his hold as he answers the ringing phone.

You don’t hear much of the conversation, just faint hmms of acknowledgement as you're flying past rooms trying to get ready as fast as you can. You’re struggling with your heels as Lip comes over and steadies you, your smile meeting with his frown.

“Sweetheart, they called me in to cover someone else’s shift and you know I hate to do this, but they’re offering me time and half..” he trails off.

A quick look of disappointment flashes on your face, before you cover it up with a reassuring look. You’re disappointed, sure, but not at Lip. Never at Lip. Just the shitty circumstances that forces the both of you to work as much as you can just to make ends meet.

“It’s okay, I get it. We can always reschedule, don’t worry about it.” You pull him in and hold on to his waist hoping to ease his guilt, but your efforts go to waste as his eyebrows stay furrowed and his frown deepens.

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear it,” Lip murmurs against your lips before squeezing your arm and letting you go.

You watch him leave, slowly pulling off your heels and plopping yourself on the old couch, sighing already missing Lip. Your eyes shift trying to think of things to do now that your night opened up, but your mind keeps drifting back to Lip. You had eaten dinner earlier with everyone, skipping out on dessert and opting to get your fill when you go out, but now that plans have changed you were now missing both your boyfriend and something sweet to nibble on.

You quickly change out of your clothes and put on a pair of old shorts before deciding to make a batch of brownies. Lip works hard and if you guys couldn’t go out for dessert tonight, then you were going to bring dessert to him.

He’s halfway through his shift when he spots you coming in, hands holding a tupperware to your chest.

“Honey, what are you doing down here,” he shouts from across the room.

“Wanted to spend some time with you before I leave for my shift. I made some brownies since we missed dessert, care to join me?” you plead hopefully.

Lip’s heart aches with love and a lot of guilt. He can’t believe you would go through all that trouble just to see him. He calls out to say he’s taking his break before leading you to a secluded corner.

“I’m really sorry about today,” he hugs you from behind swaying back and forth, mouth opening occasionally as you feed him a chunk of the sweet treat.

You squeeze his wrist in response, “s’lright you can’t help it. I just like spending time with you.”

He smiles softly for the first time that night, stress immediately leaving his body. “Though, I love that you did all this for me, I don’t love the idea that you were walking alone this late at night.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep you company until you can walk me home then,” you compromise.

Lip’s shift goes by somewhat fast now that you’re here to keep him company. He’ll leave his station sporadically to check up on you and to keep you from falling asleep. He’s in the final stretch now, only 30 more minutes before you get to go home and fall asleep holding each other, after a long day. He looks over hoping to catch your eye and send you a smile when he feels his face slowly morphing into a glare. A glare aimed at the guy standing way too close to you, a guy whose intentions go beyond a friendly conversation, and a guy who on paper was everything you deserved, but Lip couldn’t be.

You finally glance at Lip sending a small wave and smile as you keep nodding along to the fucker next to you. He had fluffy brown hair and honestly looked quite plain if it wasn’t for the gleaming rolex on his wrist and the shiny Gucci emblem on his belt. He was a rich kid, probably from the nearby university, wasting away mommy and daddy’s money, chatting up pretty girls and sweeping them off their feet with his money. Lip’s never felt insecure about your relationship, you never gave him a reason too, but once he compares his ratty jeans and stained shirt to the pristine polo of Richie Rich he can’t help but wonder if he’s good enough for you when you can do so much better.

Lip was struggling. He never learned how to tie a tie before and now that the time has come, he’s racking his brain trying to get the knot perfect. He knew you couldn’t care less about a stupid tie, you were anything but superficial, but since that dreaded night when he witnessed you being chatted up by Richie Rich, Lip’s come to the conclusion that he was going to try his hardest to give you the perfect life.

When Lip proposed going up to the north side for dinner, you were shocked. You’ve been there a few times mostly on walks or running errands, but you’ve never been there to spend actual money considering neither of you could afford it. The most you and Lip would do is windowshop and daydream about the things you would buy if you had the money, before being chased off by the glaring sales people.

He picks you up at your door, pecking your cheek softly and telling you how beautiful you look. He takes your hand and leads you to the borrowed car before pulling out an expensive bouquet from the backseat. Your hands flatter as you mutter a quiet thanks. You’re a little confused at the grand gesture since Lip’s never gotten you flowers before, at least not without reason. He’s gotten you flowers exactly four times since he’s known you: the first on your first date, the second for your graduation, and the last two times for your anniversary. And all those times the flowers were below 5 bucks, something he picked up from the corner store. But the bouquet he gave you now had to be worth at least a day’s salary, you and Lip had a mutual understanding since the start that since money was scarce you wouldn’t spend it on materialistic things for each other, but lately it seems like he forgot that promise. He’s been taking you out to eat nearly everyday, always putting money down and never letting you pay, surprising you with little gifts, but worst of all he’s been running himself haggard, taking up as many shifts as he possibly could.

He notices your quiet demeanor as he starts driving, “You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, I just…” you hesitate, not wanting to offend him. “I’m grateful for all of this Lip, really I am, I love everything you’ve gotten me, but I’m confused about where you’re getting all the money from and why you’re doing all this in the first place.”

Lip tightens his grip on the wheel, “Isn’t this what you want? Isn’t this what all girls want?” Lip scoffs the memory of Richie Rich slowly coming into picture.

“I don’t understand what changed, everything was fine before, why are you spending money you don’t have? You don’t think I know that you’re working yourself to death trying to afford this shit?” Your voice raises in annoyance.

“Yeah, well that’s my problem, it’s none of your concern how I get all this as long as you get it.”

“It is when you’re burning money on materials that won’t even last the year instead of investing in our future.”

Lip pulls to stop as the words leave your mouth. “Our future?” He asks.

You lick your lips, trying to think of a way to backtrack but his eyes plead with you to tell the truth. “Yeah, our future. You know when we eventually move out, get a place of our own and have a kid or two?”

Lip smiles at the thought, “You want all that with me?”

You nod incredulously, “What did you think this was you idiot? That we were just playing boyfriend/girlfriend? Look I appreciate all these gestures, but the way I see it you’re burning 50 bucks on flowers that are gonna wither in a week instead of spending that money on something like our future house.”

Lip cups your chin in endearment before pulling you in for a quick kiss. “I’m sorry, I let everything get away from me.” He huffs in frustration before letting your chin go and clenching his fists. “It’s just when you visited me at work a few weeks back you were talking to this guy. This very rich guy who… I don’t know… I know you aren’t like that, but I couldn’t help but think this is all I’ll be able to offer you, at least right now. I will never be able to whisk you away on a private jet or buy diamonds just cause.”

You giggle as you hold his face in your soft hands, his head tilting to lean into your palm. “Lip Gallager, for someone with an insanely high IQ, you are so incredibly stupid, ” He huffs out a laugh in embarrassment as you continue, “That guy, that fool was annoying as fuck. I was just trying to get him off my back. And not to mention incredibly fucking stupid. Everything that was coming out of his mouth made me cringe and thank the stars that you’re nothing like him.”

He kisses your palm before pulling you into another kiss. “Can we skip the fancy restaurant now?” you ask as he presses kisses to your pouty lips.

“Where do you wanna go instead?”

“Family dinner, and then out for ice cream?” you suggest. He nods before putting the car back in drive.

Lip Gallagher was all sorts of fucked up. But somehow in his fucked up life, he managed to find you, his light at the end of a dark, narrow, and gloomy tunnel and he thinks, maybe, he isn’t so unlucky after all.

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ruewrote · 1 year

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𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.

PAIRING: carl gallagher x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: angst? mostly fluff SONG INSPIRATION: there for you by martin garrix WORD COUNT: 748

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it had been well past dark when you got the call. carl’s words coming out frantic and rushed. this would happen on occasion, he felt the most comfort talking to you about his problems, thoughts and feelings.

as of late he had been drifting from you doing god knows what, whatever it was — it distanced the two of you. it hurt you, cut deep.

you were always connected at the hip ever since you had started high school. carl had taken an interest in you almost instantly, it started with him sitting at the other end of your empty table at lunch, a greeting of a small nod, turned into a wave and more.

it wasn’t hard to fall in love with carl, whatsoever.

it made it easier as he’d make sure no one messed with you in school,

as he’d walk you home to make sure you were safe even though you lived down the street from him.

even helped him with studies after juvie.

you wrote him every single day, not knowing if he would write back or even care.

he did.

he’d never let you know but he had saved each and every note that you sent to him in a little box under his bed, carl knew no one would ever go under there so it was his little secret.

fiona was beyond grateful for you. not just for looking out for carl, but for when you’d offer to babysit liam or help out with some chores around the house.

you were basically part of the family. being there every single time monica decided to turn up and do a shitty job of parenting then flunk off when it didn’t go to plan.

holding carl as he cried in your arms everytime, until the day when she passed and it was time where he had to finally come to terms with it all.

the point is, you had been through a lot with him so whenever you’d get a call no matter what time or day you’d pick up.

this had been one of those times.

“i-i’m sorry for calling, i k-know that i’ve not been in touch lately and i was so stupid for not c-calling you sooner — b-but i need you.”

with that said you ended the call, throwing on your slippers — crawling out of your window and making a run for the gallagher's front door.

you didn't care about the chance of someone seeing you running down the street in your pyjamas not like it'd be the weirdest anyone would see around here.

sliding to a stop as you arrived at the house, he was sat on the bottom step, head in his hands.

"oh carl..."

gasping as you saw the stitches in his forehead, instantly running over and grasping his face in your hands checking him over asking him a thousand questions at once.

but stopping mid sentence when you notice the tear stains on his cheeks - as his bottom lip wobbled at the familiarity of it all.

"im s-sorry for calling you so late-" his apologies were cut short as you pulled him into a hug. he sobbed into your shoulder, eyes tearing up as you feel him collapse into your touch.

sitting down where he had sat previously not letting go of him in the process.

carl's hands dug into the soft material of your shirt as his sobs turned to sniffles.

he pulled away just enough so you could see his face, letting you gently wipe away his tears.

“do you want to talk about it?” the only response you got was a shaken head.

“well if it helps i’ve missed your dumbass.” punching his arm lightly before leaning into his side, listening to the sound of your light breathing and dogs barking in the distance.

“'missed you too, it’s been too long since i last saw you.” you just gave him a slight nod as the sadness takes over you and a frown replaces your smile.

you and carl decided to make your way to 7/11 to get slushies, catching up as you walked home hand-in-hand, bumping each others shoulders as you walked down the path to your house.

slipping back into your window, bundling up under the covers.

carl laying on your chest, you stroking his hair lulling the both of you into a deep sleep.

you’d decided that you wouldn't let time come between the pair of you again.

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starssaroundmyscarssblog · 4 months

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𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄… 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊?

pairing: 90s!liam gallagher x fem!oc

summary: in which the concept of a one night stand is lost to the fates of juniper willow

word count: 3.52k

warnings: drinking, vomit, allusions to sex, kissing, all the usual you would expect from a bender in the 90s, liam being an arrogant prick (we love him really) <3

one night stands usually worked well and functioned in natural order for juniper willow, and every other twenty-something in the country. get drunk, go home with someone who looked vaguely interesting in the club, wake up in the morning and face the awkward small talk. the system was clockwork and so was the aftermath, so why were the fates staring down at juniper willow trying so hard to knock her off balance?

she stumbled into the office with a hangover so bad she could hardly see straight, and security had to pull her aside when her id card didn't work at the turnstiles in the lobby. peter, the security guard, was laughing at her as he guided her to his small office. granted he did give her two paracetamol tablets, a flat bottle of half-drank coke and a paper cup filled with rich supermarket coffee, but he still laughed at her.

if moving didn't cause her stomach to turn itself inside out, she would have slugged him in the ribs.

the tinted sunglasses juniper shielded her eyes away with from the rest of the office did nothing to help her, and tony from accounts whistled at her as she slumped into the chair tucked into her small cubicle. the entire floor was split up into small boxes sprawling about, sometimes the occasional head would peek out and ask if anyone wanted a coffee, or if there was a stapler going spare.

"fuck off tone," she bit back, trying to cross one knee over the other but couldn't when she felt the recurring dull ache between her legs. "bit snappy, someone got lucky last night."

he nudged simon and ellie, a couple always in their own small world that gave hr a headache, on his way out. before she could stop herself, juniper yelled, "bite me!" and regretted it as soon as the last syllable left her mouth. the fizzing of the coke bottle irked her beyond belief, as did the clacking of fingers on keyboards all around her.

god knows what she was going to be like in the brightly lit room with a camera shutter going off constantly when the next band who were getting featured on the cover came in for photos.

juniper reached into her bag to pull out her planner, peeling the pages away from one another to reveal the date. in the middle of the page she'd written a simple word, 'oasis', in large capital letters with four think lines drawn below for emphasis. just below was the time they were coming in, 12:00, in three hours.

three hours to get over a hangover so bad she couldn't think straight. most of the time juniper hated half of the people in the office with a vengeance, but slowly they were redeeming themselves by falling silent when walking past her desk, or offering her cups of coffee with silent sympathetic smiles. normally she liked tea, but she could get over it.

at eleven o'clock, she started reviewing some of the concept art that had been left on her desk. oasis were coming in for a short shoot without the bells and whistles - it was the only condition under which they'd agreed to actually be on the cover of nme in the first place. the brothers were coming in at twelve, the rest of the band at one, and then they were going off for their interview downstairs at two.

a phone call came through to her from the wardrobe department to clarify that all she would need were some jackets and sun glasses, and they added a runner into the mix to ensure that the information reached the right people by the right time.

by the time half past had rolled around, juniper was beginning to feel better. she could walk in a straight line and didn't vomit each time she went to the loo. tony had also come by the apologise and declared peace by sliding over a warm slice of cake from the bakery by the school over the road. juniper was scraping the thick layer of chocolate icing off with her finger and licking it off as memories of the night before slowly pieced themself together in her mind.

someone from marketing had asked her through a friend of a friend if she wanted to go out, and usually juniper had a rule against going on benders during the week. however, the chance to go to the velvet rooms wasn't one to be passed up. juniper remembered getting out of a cab with a girl she vaguely knew, shivering in the cold from her skimpy skirt and glittery stilettos and warming herself up with a shot given to her "on the house" from the bartender.

ten minutes before the gallagher brothers were meant to be arriving, juniper had started to regret filling up her stomach with icing and felt the bright blue fishbowl full of alcohol she'd drunk the previous night sloshing around in her stomach. ellie had tried to talk to her about the composition plans she'd submitted for final review, but held them tight to her chest as juniper blazed right through the middle of the office and barged through the door to the staff loos with a harsh shove of her elbow.

juniper had made it into a cubicle just in time before she retched and a blue liquid came splattering into the toilet bowl. she slumped down against the cubicle door and held her head in her hands. the door creaked as ellie's soft hands rapped against the cubicle quietly, "june, are you alright?" she asked tentatively.

"peachy," she croaked back, lunging towards the toilet again as she felt another bout of bile rise. "not so peachy." ellie's heart softened. it wasn't very often juniper came back from a night out and was feeling the repercussions of it the next day. slowly, juniper stretched her legs and rose to a stand, sliding the lock and leaving the cubicle after flushing. she caught sight of ellie's watch, she only had five minutes until she had to be down in the lobby.

fucking mancunian cunts.

thankfully, ellie had supplied her with a plastic cup of water and some mints. she fluffed up her hair and slid the sunglasses down her nose again, surveying her pale, forlorn reflection in the harsh yellow light. juniper pinched sharply at her cheeks to inject rosiness and life, re-applied her lipgloss and failed to stare back at herself confidently.

the guy she'd taken home last night had been from manchester, thick proper thick accent and everything. he was cocky, too, and juniper wasn't sure if it was a northerner thing or not.

ellie gently pushed the small folder of composition sketches to her as they left the bathroom, and gave her shoulder a small reassuring squeeze before departing back to her desk. the phone rang as juniper walked past her own, wrapping two slender fingers around it to answer, "hello, this is juniper speaking?"

"hi june," clare, the receptionist, was talking back at her, "the gallaghers are here, shall i send them up or are you coming down?" sending them up would save juniper from having to brave the lift again, but greeting them in the lobby and taking them to the studio herself would give a much better impression.

she sighed heavily, "i'll come down, let them know i'll be five minutes if they wouldn't mind the wait. they can help themselves to tea if they want as well."

with shaky steps, she pushed the button for the lobby on the pannel for the lift, when the middle one slid open juniper felt like she was walking to her death. she resisted the urge to curl up into a ball in the corner and instead stood up straight, fluffing her hair up once more as she walked as confidently as she could into the lobby. with a folder tucked under her arm and her yellow tinted sunglasses pushed right up to her eyes, she locked onto two men stood in the corner by a coffee machine.

both wearing sunglasses, but whether it was by choice or they were covering up a hangover like her, she didn't know. an instinct in her was leaning towards the latter in hopes of making herself feel better.

"noel and liam gallagher, i assume?" juniper spoke as she neared them, holding her hand out. noel looked at her first, smiled tightly, and shook her hand. "yeah, that's us."

"great. i'm juniper, it's lovely to meet you both. are you ready to come upstairs so we can get this over with? i've heard neither or you are fans of this kind of thing." at this, noel's smile increased slightly. he made to follow her and thumped his brother on the back of the head to get him to join.

liam cursed his brother under his breath as he turned away from the coffee machine and dragged himself into the elevator where he nursed his head in the region noel had made sharp contact. it did nothing to help his hangover, and as he held his hand out for the nme photographer to shake he hoped she would let him keep his sunglasses on.

he nearly laughed out loud when he looked at the reflection of the three of them in the mirrored doors of the elevator. what a sight they looked in their sunglasses in crippling sates of hangover recovery. liam was about to make a snark remark that would have surely granted him another whack on the back of his head when he stopped shortly in his tracks.

the photographer looked familiar, so familiar is was scary. he'd recognise the raggedy ends of her blowout falling limp and losing shape over her shoulders from when he'd seen it splayed over a pillow as she moaned beneath him the night before, and her orange painted nails that dragged over his shoulders and neck in a darkened corner of a club toilet.

he couldn't remember her name, something like juno or julia he thought, but liam knew it was her. she had the same aura about her that he couldn't have forgotten even after stumbling back out through her front door some time around four in the morning. leaving before she'd woken up had been a bit of a dick move even he had to admit, but he was about to be part of the best band in the fucking world!

he had to live up to rock and roll standards somehow, didn't he?

part of him felt bad, but another thought it was for the best he hadn't been there that morning. the situation would have been awful, leaving and then arriving in the same place a few hours later. perhaps he should say something? only in necessary, he concluded, safe in the comfort that at least she hadn't recognised him.

juniper's head was pounding dully as she walked the gallaghers into a studio, bright white lights stabbing through the flimsy protection offered by her glasses. ellie was fiddling with a camera in the corner, and made room for juniper to lay out the concept sketches and composition proposals on the table. "ellie, this is noel and liam." she introduced, though the brothers hardly needed it. they were on the verge of being the best band in the country. "she's here to make sure we run to schedule and to get you and the rest of the band - when they arrive - to your interview on time." she spoke as ellie shook their hands and returned to her camera.

"is there anything you'd like to ask before we start? there's a few jackets we've taken from the wardrobe department if you'd like to change."

without looking up, nimble fingers darting over the buttons as she set the camera onto a tripod in the middle of the room, ellie added, "there's shirts and sun glasses if you'd like those, too." shoved against a corner of the room was a clothes rack full of stone island, fred perry and adidas. noel beelined to a blue denim jacket with a fur trim around the neck then a vintage manchester city football shirt, while his brother hung behind.

juniper was going to introduce herself as she realised she hadn't gotten a chance in the lobby, but stopped short when she saw him look up at her from the paper cup of cheap filter coffee. she hadn't just slept with any mancunian the night before, she'd only gone and slept with liam fucking gallagher.

at first she thought her mind was playing a trick on her, but on closer inspection she concluded that she hadn't. along his neck were one or two hickeys, as well as stains from her lipstick that hadn't washed away after vigorous scrubbing under the shower. his jaw was the same as well, the same one she'd ran her finger along and pulled to face her as she sat on his lap after too many shots.

if having a hangover while photographing up-and-coming music legends was bad enough, having to do it all for her one night stand was much worse. and she could hardly talk to him about it either, because ellie was keeping her to a tight schedule. thus with a sigh and a heavy lump starting to form in her throat, juniper pulled her camera towards her and began to position the brothers in various positions.

the shutter flickered for just under an hour with little to no conversation, the silence only punctuated by juniper asking liam to move a few inches to the left or to get noel to move his head back more because it looked better under the lighting that way. she changed the film three times, got them to change jackets and shirts twice and took another dose of pain killers. eventually, ellie called time. "i'll go downstairs and get the rest of the band, they should be arriving any minute now. take five minutes if you need it, be back here by five past."

a bell rang somewhere in the distance, but juniper thought it came from the secondary school over the road. stupid place to put a music magazine office really, next to a school full of kids clued up about music and pop culture when there were bands and rock stars walking in and out of the building like a revolving door. sometimes they would try and get in through the lobby, or the delivery entrance if they were trying to be clever.

excusing herself and walking down the corridor, juniper looked out a window off a short turning and watched a sea of children clad in navy blazers flood out onto the playing fields where they shouted or played football, gossiped in small circles or watched fights unfold with anticipation.

there was a sharp tap on her shoulder and through the reflection, juniper could see who it was. with a heavy sigh and a pray to a god she didn't believe him to not fuck up the interaction, juniper turned around. "listen, juno-"

immediately, she cut him off. "juniper."

"what?" liam questioned, reeling after he was sure he got her name right after debating it over and over in his head. "it's juniper. my name, but june's fine."

"oh. righ'. well, june, then . . . listen. i was goin' to say summat but i don' really remember." there was something in his head yelling at him to stop acting like a cunt, but he couldn't help it. since he'd seen june in the club the previous night, there was something about her he didn't want to let go. kissing seemed like something he wanted to do to her, but was probably a bad course of action especially if she didn't remember their encounter.

a yell in juniper's head clicked her voice into action and she spoke at the same time as him, "listen, about last night-" they both stopped to look at each other. they clearly both remembered at least one small detail from the night before, mainly who it was they'd slept with. juniper could feel the throbbing returning in full force to the front of her head, and decided to let liam speak first.

"no, you go."

"righ'. well i just wanted to say i try not to sleep with people i end up working with but sometimes it just happens and when the bird is fit, and i mean mega fit, it just sorta happens." there was a level of tiredness and, surprisingly, bewilderment about her stare up at him. perhaps it was his outspoken way, it could have been that he'd tracked her down the corridor to speak to her, but most likely it was the fact he'd even chosen to acknowledge it in the first place.

juniper couldn't believe what she was hearing. liam gallagher, blabber mouth of the century who couldn't even begin to fathom the meaning of the word 'modest', was apologising for sleeping with her. it was nice, don't get her wrong, but there was something in his words that sounded like regret and she didn't like it. not one bit.

after three minutes of endless waffle and the sound of ellie walking across the hall further down with the rest of the band trailing behind her, juniper held up her hand. "thanks, really. i appreciate you telling me you try to keep your sex life away from your work and i'm assuming you don't want people to think of you as a wet wipe, but seriously. hardly any of the men i've slept with have had the decency to bring it up if i've seen them again. and believe me, in this building it happens more than you would think-"

the movement of her shoulders being forced back into the wall behind her as liam gained in distance closer to her face startled juniper into realising he was kissing her with as much force behind it as she was throughout the night. frozen into place as liam moved his hands around as much as he wished, juniper slowly twisted around to push him as far as she could down the small part of the alcove that remained behind them. then she brought her hands up to his chest, and begrudgingly pushed herself away.

juniper looked up at him through her lashes and the lenses of her sunglasses as she fiddled coyly with the button of his jacket placed just under his chin, suddenly brimming with confidence she hoped wouldn't fail. she could see the hickeies she'd marked him with and knew it wouldn't.

liam looked down at her over the bridge of his nose smugly, grin increasing as she questioned, "what was that for?"

"couldn' think of another way to shut you up. i mean you're proper fit, don' get me wrong, but you blab enough for half of the country." juniper appeared disheartened but tried to hide it behind her furrowed brows. "is that it?" she wondered aloud.

"nah. been thinking about doin' that for a while now actually."

ellie's voice called from somewhere in the nearby distance, asking if she ("junie") had gone to the loo and if she had had she seen liam wondering about. if she had, could she please bring him back to the studio now because his brother was getting "testy".

"cunt's always gettin' testy, been testy since he came out of the fucking womb." juniper had to bite down on her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing and giving the pair way. "she'll get testy if we don't hurry up." slowly, juniper peeled away from liam's hold and began to saunter away from him.

she could feel him eyes burning holes on her back where her checked skirt met the low hem of her brown leather jacket, and called over her shoulder lowly, "if you'd started by saying you'd wanted to kiss me, i would have invited you out for a drink tonight if you weren't busy."

liam rubbed his eyes and pushed them back into his head. "i'm not busy."

"are you sure? i would've thought rock and roll stars didn't have time for that sort of thing."

"i'll make time," he rushed out, stumbling over his words at the pace they were leaving his mouth. "lots of time, all the time in the world if you want it."

"i'll think about it, would that make you feel better?"

she hadn't acted like this before, only when she'd had too much to drink and had been running the heel of her shoe up his leg throughout the night at the club, and again liam felt himself being dragged in to wanting more. the pull she had on him was too much to bear. "please, junie?" it was something foreign on his tongue, begging, to get a woman to go out with him.

juniper's eyes lit up before she pushed open the door to the studio, and suddenly her hangover wasn't feeling as brutal as it had been. "well if you insist, mr gallagher, i suppose i'll have to give you the offer won't i?"

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damonjuicyscock · 1 year

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My Hero (Dilf! Liam Gallagher X Reader)

Pairing: Dilf ! Liam Gallagher X Reader

Warnings: angst (Reader is being sexually harassed by a man in the street, fight, mention of blood) Fluff, language (because Liam though)

Words: 1051

Summary: Reader has broken up with her ex a year before it happens. Her ex follows her in the street and stucks her in a park where he sexually harasses her. But reader is lucky to have a certain Liam Gallagher passing by and defending her.

A/N: hello there ! Here is the oneshot I promised. First Dilf Liam for y'all ! For once it hasn’t been requested it’s one of mine. It’s Inspired by a song again, My Hero by the Foo Fighters. As you all know it’s been hard for me lately and it still is and I have a lot of work because of college so I’m trying my best to publish something when I can. I’ll be available during the Christmas holidays because teachers never give us homework during this period in general, so I’ll publish more.

Anyway, enjoy!

It was 6 pm and You were walking home after a day of hard work.

Night had fallen, and you were almost arrived at Your place.

You were crossing the park when suddenly someone grabbed You from behind, with his hand on your mouth.

He stuck you against a tree, using all his strength on you.

You had a few ideas of who it could be, and you weren’t wrong when you saw his face.

Joe, leave me alone! How many times do I have to tell you?!

I’ll never leave you alone you little bitch, you’re mine you hear me? You have been for 5 years now!

Joe, you and I are not together anymore! It’s been a year, get over it and stop harassing me! Stop following me everywhere I’m going, stop sleeping in the stairs of my building and stop waiting for me after work! I don’t want to see you anymore! So now fuck off you fucking psychopath or I’m going to complain to the police!

Go on, go to the police, but they won’t find me. And first before you go, I’m going to do this.

Joe started to touch your intimate parts through your clothes, and you begged him to stop, but he didn’t.

So you started screaming for help, and he put his hand on your mouth, depriving you to make any noise than could disturb him in his actions.

-don’t you dare! He said punching you in the face

You fell on your knees, and he got you up by grabbing your hair. Your nose was bleeding.

You started crying, helpless until you heard another masculine voice.

Oi mate, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?

Piss off, it’s none of your business!

I heard her scream, it’s my business. Are ye okay?

No I’m not please help me! You begged

Joe tried to slap you again. You closed your eyes in the process, scared of this hand that was going to hurt your face again.

But you didn’t feel it, and instead you heard grunts.

You opened your eyes and saw the man beating up your ex-boyfriend.

You saw blood spill out of his nose and mouth, your saviour was going to kill him.

-stop please, you’re going to kill him, leave him here. You begged again

You saw the man had trouble to stop punching your ex-boyfriend.

So you put your hand on his shoulder and stopped his first with your other one.

Please, stop. You said, crying

It immediately stopped him.

Your hero stood up. He was taller than you but not a lot. That’s when you recognized him.

-Where are ye living?

- just at the end of the park.

- so we’re neighbours then. Come on, I’ll walk ye home.

- it’s okay Liam, I can…

- no fucking way. After what happened I’m not letting you walk home alone. Once at yer place we’ll call the police.

He walked you home, and even enter your place with you.

Sit down on yer sofa, I’ll bring ye water and…where do ye put the material to treat yerself?

In my bathroom, third door.

I’ll go.

And Liam…

What?

Thank you.

Don’t thank me it’s normal.

Your first thought wasn’t that you were traumatised. It was a song. Liam was your hero. And you thought « there goes my hero, watch him as he goes »

He came back with a glass of water and some alcohol and compresses, to disinfect wounds.

Okay it might hurt a bit, but I saw you’re a strong lady, so you’re gonna be strong yeah?

Yes Liam, I will, it’s not the first time I’ve been hurt you know?

Yeah, well…

He soaked the compress with alcohol and removed the blood from under your nostrils and disinfected the long wound on your nose.

You didn't even wince as the wound stung you badly.

Can I ask ye a question? He said

Go on.

Who was this guy? You seemed to know him.

Huh… he was my ex.

Your ex?! How …

I broke up with him last year, and he keeps following me everywhere I go, he harasses me, I don’t know how to stop this.

Have you been to the police?

No.

Why?

He has something against me.

What?

I can’t tell you, it’s…

Personal, okay, I understand. And during your relationship, was he always like that? Did he beat ye up?

No, not when we were together. But he had things he could reveal about me. So I always had to do as he told.

For duck’s sake, why did you date a man like that?

He wasn’t like this when I started dating him. He was far different. I don’t know what snapped inside him to become like this.

He didn’t become like this. He already was. You just didn’t know.

He finished curing you and threw the compresses on your living room table.

Thank you Liam. You’re my hero.

Don’t call me that. I just did what I had to do that’s all.

I mean it.

Yeah okay, but I’m not your hero. I’m no one’s hero, right? I’m just doing what was needed.

I …

Liam silenced you by crushing his lips on yours. His tongue met yours in a tender kiss. As if he wanted to comfort you.

When he separated from you, you kept your eyes closed for a second.

What was that for? You asked

I love the sounds that come out from this pretty mouth, right? But not when it’s calling me a hero. I hate this fucking word.

Alright I won’t call you a hero anymore then.

Now, call the cops. They need to know.

But what if Joe talks to them? You’ll be arrested!

Don’t worry sweetheart, it won’t be the first time I get arrested. He said winking at you

Yes, I know that.

Now at least, I would have a reason to see you. I know where you live.

Smartass.

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lgwifey · 2 years

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toxic part four

90s!liam gallagher x fem!reader

Summary : Random filler post

Warnings :

part one part two part three

1996

A deflated y/n dragged herself through the partially opened front door of Liam's flat. Her shoulders where weighed down by paperwork which her management had asked her to fill in and by bits and bobs that fans had left outside the recording studio for her.

Her only eay of shutting the door was with her feet and she was therefore currently being glared at by Liam, who had come from out of the livingroom just to make her life a bit more of a misery.

"What the fuck has that door ever done t' you ?"

She gave a blink before realising he was joking. She didn't get time to answer him since he began to explain his day to her.

It wasn't an unusual thing if they hadn't seen each other all day, he was begining to become nicer to her, unless he was in a mood.

"So we're at the studio 'ight, and these little pricks are out side with little blur banners and shit, y'know."

She gave him a small nod, her y/h/c hair shifting over her face slightly. Y/n jumped a bit when Liam reach over to her, mind running at a hundred miles an hour as to what he was going to do. Surprisingly, his fingers brushed the loose strands out of the way for her. Almost immediatly after, he took the large bag of fan's gifts which was resting on her right arm and started walking back into the livingroom, dragging her with him.

"And 'cause there weren't any security, we all got into a punch up 'ight. Was proper good, r'kid smashed some poncey twat's nose in."

Y/n gave him a small smile, a slight laugh as he dragged her down to sit against him on the three seater couch after he'd discarted all of her things onto the armchair.

"Sounds like a good day, aye."

The mancunian have a hum before brushing her hair out of the way of her face and pressing a small kiss on the side of her forehead.

"What've you been up to then ? Soppin' 'bout miserably without me ?"

"Managed to finish two and a half new songs for the album. Throat's a bit sore though, Sams says I might 'ave to go on vocal rest soon."

Liam hated y/n's manager with a passion, made it publically known to everyone like he does. It wasn't anything personal, it was mainly because he was scouse. Okay so something personal, but he also didn't like him because of all the extra paperwork which he made y/n do, the paperwork he should've been doing himself.

"That's good, the songs. Yer throat really hurting then ?"

She gave him a smile followed by a small nod and a hum.

She gave a groan as the body she was leant against suddenly moved, his arm leaving from around her torso. She watch as he left the room, giving another groan.

Even if most of the time she was petrified of what he would do, he gave nice hugs and she was comfortable a second ago.

She could hear the kettle flick on in the kitchen and soon Liam popped his head back in with a smirk plastered on his lips.

" 'm just makin' a cuppa f' yeh."

" 'm cold now though."

"I'll be back in a moment Birds."

Soon he arrived back in the room with two mugs of the hot, beige liquid. He gave a laugh as he noticed y/n laying on the plush cushions of the couch with her arms crossed and a sour expression on her face, the same way she had been lying since he moved.

"Your tea, my lady."

She gave him a side eye as he mimicked a posh accent, putting both cups onto the coffee table text to the couch before sliding back into the position he was in a few minutes ago.

Y/n lifted her body up before falling back against him, letting one of his arms twine around her whilst the other handed her a colourful mug filled with tea.

"Oh yer mam called before, asked if yer could call her back when yer get home."

She let her head fall back further into Liam's chest before taking another sip of tea.

" 'm too tired."

"Just give 'er a bell tomorrow love."

"William,"

Her eyes looked up so she make eyecontact, pulling on a serious voice as she spoke, causing Liam to stiffle laughter,

"You've met me ma 'ight. Like my mammy ? The woman who called the London police and filed a missing persons report from Dublin because I hadn't called her as soon as i'd got off me plane. You want me to 'just give 'er a bell tomorrow' ?"

" 'ight i'll call 'er later to tell 'er your home, she'll understand 'cause i'm the favourate."

"That's the fuckin' understatement of the century. Y'know she keeps complaining to our Iris that her husband ain't as good as yer. Bloody gets an earfull every time they see each other."

Liam woke up with a groan as he listened to banging against the front door. He winced as the body which was wrapped under his arms shifted, moving to face him and push her head into his chest. He watched as her eyes fluttered open and her eyebrows scowled.

"Mornin' Birds."

"Mornin' ."

Her voice came out croaky, her accent stronger than ususal.

"Me throat's fuckin killin-"

She was cut off by another series of bangs against the door.

"That'll be the lads, probably r'kid being a dick."

She gave a groan as Liam finished speaking and started to move from under the covers. Her hands attatched to his naked torso in an attempt to stop him leaving her.

"Liams, i'm cold now."

His frame fell back onto the bed for a seconds, wrapping y/n in his arms and moving them so she was layed on top of him wrapped in the thick duvet.

"You might wanna put some more layers on love, the others are here all day, sorry."

He gave her a peck on the cheek before leaving her alone in the room. Echos of his shouts at the Gallagher on the other side of the door being heard as she reluctantly kicked the duvet off of herself.

She pulled on a pair of Liam's joggers and one of his jumpers before rushing to her chest of draws to get some of the thickest socks she owned.

November mornings.

Fresh but freezing cold air.

She tightened and tied the waistband on the joggers before swiping on some concealer and mascara and wrapping her hair up into a rubbish attempt of a bun.

"I hope you've all had an awful mornin'."

Y/n let out a croaky, strong accented complaint as she stumbled into the livingroom, making her way through the path which lead to a slouched, tired looking Liam.

"Sore throat ?"

Noel stiffled laughter as Guigsy commented on her voice.

"Com'on Li, you've gotta be nicer t' 'er, she's got an album coming out soon."

The couple simutainiously flipped the bassist off, foul comments coming out of Liam's mouth in her defence.

masterlist / part v

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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."

xxxxxx

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

have a great day!

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Morning Affirmations

Lip Gallagher x female!reader

Requested: no

Summary: Lip walks in on his girlfriend singing to the younger kids while she gets them ready for the day. Takes place in season 4 after Liam gets home from the hospital

Warnings: few curse words, mentions of drug use (Fiona in jail) but overall, it’s just tons of FLUFF

A/N: inspired by “I love my body” by @mothermoon on TikTok. Might rewrite something similar for dad!lip, lmk what you think. Got bored before lab and wrote this

The floorboards creaked under every step Lip took to get down to the kitchen. He wasn’t too concerned with anything too wrapped up in his mind until two sweet voices pull him out.

“I love my body from my…”

“Head to my toes.”

Liam’s voice was hard to hear, even in the quietness of the unusually empty Gallagher house. Everyone was already at school or wherever they ran off to today—leaving Lip home alone to take care of some things.

Liam has only been home from the hospital for two days, leaving Lip and the rest of the family still scrambling without Fiona running the show. Lip had school off today, some random college holiday that didn’t make sense for a lot of people, but they took it anyway.

Lip had been out of bed since 5 that morning, unsure if it was considered a late night or an early morning due to the fact he hadn’t slept for more than a few hours the night before. His mind was going a million miles an hour, mixed with him worrying himself sick about Liam and going to check on him every thirty minutes. Every time he would get up from his bed, y/n would sit up, too. Her concerned look was always dismissed with a quick “go back to sleep” or “I’ll be back soon” from Lip. The “soon” in question was around five to ten minutes of Lip just sitting in front of Liam’s bed, watching his chest rise and fall.

Y/n stayed up and waited for Lip the first few times, but soon enough her eyes got too heavy for her to ignore. Even with the extra sleep, caffeine would be her best friend today.

Lip’s mind was still groggy as he trudged down the stairs, stress and sleep deprivation felt like chains were strapped to the back of his ankles. He barely made out the words y/n and Liam were exchanging.

“I love my face…” She lingered for a second, allowing Liam to think about the next verse. She smiles and continued on. “My-”

“Eyes, my mouth my nose.” Lip could help but smile at the sight of Liam touching every body part mentioned. He clearly knew this song, yet Lip couldn’t think of any of the words. When ever you would sing it to one of his younger siblings, all he could do was hear your voice. The kindergarten-teacher-like tone was enough for him to abandon all of his thoughts and focus on you.

“I like the way I look when I look in the mirror.” Liam didn’t have to wait for y/n this time, he sang it with her. Their voices both were quiet, almost scared to wake anyone up, but the house stayed quiet. It was just those three in that house, the outside world didn’t matter.

“I stand a little closer just to see a little clearer.” Both of their smiles were beaming. Liam giggling at y/n’s little tickles all over his belly and neck. Lip’s grew too. Y/n was so amazing with the kids, Lip could’ve sworn it as always been this way. Y/n and Lip, Lip and y/n. They belonged together.

Everyone in his family loved her. Carl made her a gift out of melted spoons and forks, Debbie demands they have a girls day at least once a month. Shit, even Frank called her “one of the good ones.” Technically it was after she downed a shot of vodka without even wincing, but he still liked her non the less.

Y/n turns around smiling, it only growing when she finally sees Lip.

“Good morning babe.”

“Morning babe!” Liam repeats immediatly, causing Lip and y/n to giggle with him.

Lip pours two cups of coffe before heading to the kitchen table. “Good morning to you.” He sets the coffe right in front of y/n while kissing her cheek. He carefully set his down too and kissed Liams cheek. “Good morning little man.”

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