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personally think lip gallagher is a manhandler! grabs your waist to move you when you're in his way in the kitchen and he'll just flip you over like it's nothing when youre making out, he'll toss you on the bed, drag you into his arms at a party, just very !! man

GREY i'm so sorry i'm just now getting to this </3

he absolutely is, with large palms so sturdy against the bends of your pelvis as he plucks you up from your position beside the counter, at first just shifting you so he can properly slide past you. but you reach out, trailing fingertips whispering against the fabric of his weathered t-shirt, brows pinching. "i haven't seen you all day."

"i've been around." he assures you, pinching coyly at your chin before turning back to rummage through the fridge. the yellow-tinted light washes over his figure when he bends over, pushing aside an old container of leftover spaghetti to snag another bottle of beer. "y'want one?" he offers you the one in hand.

you shake your head, pressing your back against the bend of the counter, gripping it with white knuckles. lip sighs, swinging the door shut and stalking over. with a shake of his head, he pops the lid off the bottle with his molars, spitting the tangy metal out onto the floor. "c'mon, y'sure about that?"

the glass clinks against the countertop when he sets it down, hands once again finding the bends of your waist so he can properly pull you up and onto the smooth surface. "here, open."

you purse your lips in a frown. "but-"

"i said open, princess. c'mon." his fingers find your jaw when he takes another swig, letting the liquid swirl on the flat of his tongue. he raises his brows, prompting your jaw to slowly drop. he hums in appreciation, leaning forward to allow the amber liquid to pool into your open mouth. "good girl."

gallaghers n mickey meeting lip and ( post ) pregnant! readers baby when she leaves the hospital 😭😭

fiona's unable to hide the growing smile between the cracked fingers of the hand clapped over her mouth. she's practically bouncing on her toes when you step outside the automatic doors and into the dewy night. "i didn't realize they'd release us so late," is your hushed apology when lip wriggles a hand between your crossed arms to relieve you of the baby balanced between them. "i would have been so happy to bring her over tomorrow."

"nonsense!" fiona gasps when the newborn is placed delicately inside her hold, brown irises already twinkling with raptured delight. "oh look at her.." she croons, going so far as to trace a gentle forefinger over the bridge of her nose. "she's got the gallagher nose, don't she?"

bashful, lip casts his gaze down to his feet, where he kicks at a crack in the asphalt. "not gonna take all the credit here," he mumbles, the thumb of his left hand, which is shoved inside a dirty pocket, picks at the cart of cigarettes he's trying not to pull out. "she's got your eyes, princess. that's for sure."

an arm that's not lip's, swoops over your shoulders, tugging you into the owner's side before you're able to register the embrace. "did good, kid," mickey grumbles, motioning to the infant with a free hand. "doesn't look all fucked up. that's a win in my book."

your nose wrinkles with a surprised laugh, and you nudge away the brunet with a soft elbow to the gut. "thanks. i did my best."

fiona's noise of disappointment is quickly hushed when ian take your daughter from the female, assuring to cradle the weight of her head with stretched fingers. "so what, this mean we get to crash your pad more often now? i mean, for babysitting purposes or whatnot."

you nod, your head nestling itself into mickey's scruffy neck. "you know you're welcome, anyway. besides, the more help i can get, the better. god knows lip isn't gonna wake up for the diaper changes."