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You slipped your coat on, rolling your eyes as the dumbass boy from your Calculus class called after you. “(Y/N), come on. It was a joke! I didn’t mean it— come back.” You laughed bitterly at this, trying to keep your tears in.

“Fuck off, Marcus.” You muttered, flipping him off before pushing the doors open.

So much for a fun night.

“Fuck!” You hissed as you stood in the cold, your body shivering and already covered in goosebumps. You were four blocks from your house, and now that you had walked out, you didn’t have a ride. Your only option was to walk so you got to steppin’.

Tears stung your eyes as your brain became overwhelmed and scattered with thoughts. If you had gone with Lip like the two of you had originally planned months before, it would of never went like this. You wouldn’t be walking home with mascara running down your face in the middle of winter during prom, that would of never been an option with Lip.

You sniffled and wiped at your face, unable to see clearly at this point. As you stood at the curb waiting for the car to pass, you heard footsteps behind you. You turned, seeing a tall and thin shadow jogging in your direction. Seeing the car turn, you carefully walked across the street, starting to get closer and closer to your house. You noticed the footsteps behind you were continuing, making you turn around once again.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you made eye contact with the jogger in the dark, your heart hammering in your chest. “(Y/N)?” The redhead spoke softly, jogging to catch up with you. He stopped beside you, smiling and looking at you. “I haven’t seen you in a while but you look great! What are you doing out here?”

You smiled, Ian’s words making your heart flutter. You were the closest to Ian— the first Gallagher you had actually met. It was him who introduced you to Lip and he was more than supportive of your relationship, but he was also the most disappointed when you ended things.

“Just walking home,” You spoke quickly, not wanting to talk about the topic too much if at all. “I missed you. You look great too, look at you— you’re filling out and shit!” You motioned towards his biceps that were covered tightly by his t-shirt. He was soaked with sweat and was panting, and you couldn’t help but smile when he tried to suppress it as he spoke to you.

“Thanks. Training— got to stay in tact, you know?” Ian chuckled, making you nod. You laughed as well, shivering slightly when a breeze suddenly brushed over the two of you. Ian didn’t move, appreciating the coldness but when he looked at you more carefully he noticed you were wearing a dress with a thin coat.

Not to mention the blackness on your cheeks and undereyes. You had been crying.

“Hey,” Ian spoke softly, making you look up at him with soft eyes. “I was making my way home, need a shower and should probably study a little while I’m at it. Do you want to come over? I know it’s been a little bit, but..”

You gulped, your heart hammering in your chest. “As much as I’d like that, Ian, I—”

“He won’t be home tonight.” Ian interrupted, his voice quiet and gentle. You sighed and bit your lip, thinking over it for a moment before nodding. The two of you continued the walk together in silence until he spoke up. “What’s the dress for?”

“Prom.” You sighed heavily, making Ian snort.

“You went to prom? Since when do you go to shit like that? And since when do you wear anything besides jeans?” Ian laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“Marcus Greene asked me to go with him and I figured maybe it would.. I don’t know— just been getting myself out there more, I guess.” You answered vaguely. Ian nodded.

“Isn’t prom supposed to end at like, 11?” He asked. You nodded softly, making him furrow his eyebrows and lift his left hand up to check his watch. “But it’s only 8:47.”

You shrugged, gulping. “Just wasn’t working.” You laughed sarcastically, making Ian sigh.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N/N). Hey, is it okay if I stop by Mick’s real quick to grab my bookbag? I left it there this morning.”

You nodded, smiling at the mention of Mickey Milkovich. You absolutely loved Mickey. You used to have a thing with Mandy in middle school and you became extremely close to Mickey in the process. When things ended, you remained close friends with the both of them with no problems or awkwardness.

After the breakup, you hadn’t seen much of either of them. Mickey was hardly ever at school, and that’s just how it’s always been. But Mandy kind of just disappeared after Karen got hit, and although you knew why she hadn’t come back or reached out, you wished she would even if it was just to say hi.

“Of course.”

“Okay, thanks. You can go to mine if you want and wait for me— I know it’s cold. The front door should be unlocked.”

You nodded approvingly, smiling at him as you crossed the street to walk to his house as he continued straight to Mickey’s house. You reached out to touch the familiar metal fence, your lip twitching as you pushed it open. You sighed heavily after shutting it, looking up at the blue house.

Your heart stopped and your breath got caught in your throat. Lip was sitting on the porch with a cigarette in hand, his eyes already locked on you. You licked your lips nervously as your eyes trailed over him— he was wearing a suit and his hair was done the way you had always begged him to do. It was your favorite.

The sight alone made your heart plummet and your stomach sink. “I’m here for Ian.” You blurted, your eyes still locked with his. It seemed impossible to look away no matter how badly you wanted to.

Lip took a small drag before breathing it out, his tongue poking out to wet his chapped lips. “He’s not here.” He mumbled, finally breaking the eye contact. Your eyes burned when he looked down at his finished cigarette, his eyebrows furrowed as he held in the smoke. “Why are you in a dress?” He asked disgustedly as he threw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot.

You were taken aback by his tone, but you ignored it. “I know, he’s at Mickey’s to grab his book bag. He told me to come here and wait for him because I was cold.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

Lip wiped his hands on his pants, looking at you up and down once more, his face filled with utter confusion. “Probably because you’re in a dress,” He repeated. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes, looking him up and down as well. “Why are you in a suit?” You shivered at how nasty the words came out.

“Prom.” He answered coolly.

“Prom.” You repeated, motioning to yourself. He nodded in understanding before looking behind you. You turned, seeing Ian walking towards you.

“Shit, (Y/N), I’m sorry. He told me he wouldn’t be home until late tonight.” He whispered to you. He tossed the book bag onto his shoulders and wrapped his arm around you, rubbing at you softly. The physical contact made you tear up immediately and you stayed silent as Ian walked the two of you up to the house. Lip moved out of the way and watched the two of you walk in.

As soon as he shut the door behind you, you held a sob. “Come on, let’s go upstairs. Shh.” Ian whispered, rubbing at your shoulders as he guided you out of the doorway and onto the stairs.

You trudged up the steps with heavy legs and wet eyes, shivering slightly as the two of you walked into the bedroom the three teenage boys shared. Ian guided you towards his bed, shutting the door behind him. You let out another sob, making the young boy in the room gasp at your presence.

“(Y/N)!” Carl squeaked, making you jump. You looked over, seeing him sitting on his bed with Liam and action figures. Before you could reply, his smile had dropped and his lips were turned into a frown. “Why are you crying?”

You smiled softly at the boy, wiping at your face. “Hey, buddy.” You ignored the question like it was nothing even though your heart felt like it was on fire.

“Are you back home now?” He asked, voice full of hope. The way he had worded it made you sob even harder, Ian sighing. Home. You didn’t know what you were supposed to say, and Ian didn’t either, but thankfully he spoke up.

“Look, (Y/N/N)’s not having a good night and I have to go take a quick shower. Will you keep her company and make sure Lip doesn’t come in?” He asked, running a hand through your hair as he spoke to the teenager across the room. Carl’s eyebrows furrowed, but knew better than to ask questions. He nodded. “Great. I’ll be right back.”

He grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and an old shirt from his drawers before leaving the bedroom, leaving you alone with Carl and Liam. “Do you want to hold Liam? He said your name the other day; he misses you.” Carl asked.

Sniffling, you nodded, sitting up properly while Carl walked to the bed with the toddler. You smiled when Liam squealed, his legs kicking the air while he was being passed to you. Your heart soared and you couldn’t help but pull him close to you. You had been with Lip for all of Liam’s life so being away from him for months has definitely taken a toll on you. He hadn’t grown too much, but he sure did some way or another.

“Hi, baby!” You cooed, pulling him away so you could press a kiss to his cheek. He giggled at this, reaching for your necklace like usual. “I missed you!” You squealed, lifting the boy into the air.

“Did you miss me, too?” Carl piped, making you set Liam down on your lap. You smiled, your eyes still watery and smeared with mascara.

“How could I not?” You replied, pulling him closer to press a kiss to his cheek. He smiled, sitting beside you to help you tickle Liam- his head rising when the door swung open. You, too, looked up- your smile dropping when you saw Lip standing in the doorway. Carl frowned, “Go.”

Lip snorted, crossing his arms across his chest. “You go. I want to talk to (Y/N).” His words were firm but his voice was soft. You gulped, your body tensing up. Lip looked at you once again, his eyes gentle and sad. 

“No,” Carl scoffed. “Ian specifically told me not to let you in while she’s here, and she’s already sad, so just leave her alone- Jesus.” 

Lip sighed heavily, rubbing at his face before dropping his hands. They dipped into his pockets. “I’m not gonna hurt her- promise. I just want to talk.” Carl sighed, looking over at you for conformation. You thought for a moment before nodding, Carl taking Liam from you before leaving the two of you alone. “Thanks, man.”

You tried to tear your eyes off of him as you watched him shut the door but you couldn’t. He turned around, taking a look around the room before deciding to sit at the chair underneath the loft bed. You sat up straighter, wiping at your face with the back of your hands nervously. Lip started swaying in the chair, his chest pressed against the back of it while his chin rested on the top of the chair. You swallowed anxiously when your eyes met, your heart racing in your chest.

You had never felt this way around Lip Gallagher before but you absolutely hated it.

“Who did you go with?” He spoke up, his voice low and quiet. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, your stomach stinking. You stayed quiet for a few moments before clearing your throat. “Marcus Greene,” Lip nodded silently before you cracked your fingers nervously. “What about you?”

“Some girl paid me 50 bucks to pretend to be her boyfriend at the prom so she could make her ex jealous- they were making out within ten goddamn minutes, so,” He shook his head, making you laugh. He reached into his pockets and pulled out cash, waving it in the air. “Still got paid, too.”

“Wow, you were there for ten minutes and still got 50 bucks?” Lip nodded. “Lucky you.”

He smiled at you, and you smiled back. It instantly became awkward, the silence becoming almost unbearable after three whole minutes (it felt more like ten). 

“Hey,” Lip whispered, making you look up at him. “It’s only a quarter till’ 10, we still got a little while. I mean, you’re dressed, I’m dressed. We have tickets.. It’d be kind of a waste not to go, don’t you think?”

You smiled. You knew he didn’t care about prom or the money going to waste or any of it. You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, it would be a waste, wouldn’t it?” 

“Yeah, but not with you. Nothing with you is a waste.”

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“ tha’s a good girl... ” lip mumbled, pulling you closer by the plush of your thighs. a squeak rattled out of your throat as you felt your stomach drag down against the rumpled sheets, only to feel the warmth of your boyfriend's breath against your wet opening.

it was a rather cold night when you had awoken lip, complaining he was hoggin’ the blankets and you couldn't get warm at all because of not only how cold it was — but because of how selfish he was bein’. you tried over and over to wrap yourself in what was generously given to you, but it wasn't helping; instead, leaving you to only shiver more than you already were.

the tide of heat that gathered at your feet from being under the blanket was torturous since the rest of your body was cold — that's what made you fed up, deciding to shake a hand to lip's shoulder. only, it wasn't a smart idea, because he let out an irritated groan and threw the blanket your way; mumbling something along the lines of ‘ annoying as always ’.

it hurt your feelings. sometimes he could be mean, but gosh, all you tried doing was explaining to him that you were cold.

so, you rolled over, snuggling into the blanket, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes since you were upset he was being a jerk. he probably didn't mean to, probably was just tired, but it still was... hurtful.

your sniffles had woke him up though. and he didn't remember bein’ mean —he was half asleep when complaining—, but he rolled over still, to see what he could do to make it up to you.

you wouldn't budge, which is how you ended up in this situation.

lip at the foot of your bed, on his knees, your thighs on each side of his head with your knees balancing over his shoulders. you were turned onto your tummy, elbows dug into the mattress as your hands clutched a pillow to your face; blocking out the rosiness of your cheeks and the giveaway that you already forgave this man.

he had been eating away, slowly and sloppily at your cunt for nearly thirty minutes now and still wouldn't let up. you were tired, but of course the pleasure you felt wouldn't even let you think of sleeping. instead, encouraging you to whine and whither under lip's hold.

tongue lifting to lick a stripe from your clit to your hole, a breathy moan was tugged from your lips. it made the blonde-brunette grin slightly; closing his eyes, humming, and then mouthing entirely over your vulva.

your hips shifted in reply; shaking, bucking back. lip firmly grasped at the fat of your thighs to hold you in place, his fingertips digging into the plump flesh vigorously.

lips glided back, only to leave your gooey cunt with a pop; a trail of saliva following behind. he kissed it away — and then kissed again. and again. and again, until his tongue was delving into your hole and spreading your lower-valley apart. it ripped a sharp gasp from you.

your stomach tensed up and you whimpered, desperately, trying not to moan out, “ l-lip— ”

he hushed you with a thwack to your ass. you whined, and bucked back again. “ lip, please— ” another thwack!

back arching and chest kissing the mattress, you looked back with teary eyes, only to meet lip's own darkened ones. they were no longer their pretty light aquamarine, more of a darker shade; somehow a blend of blue and green. still, it was hot. he was hot.

as lip pulled back, squeezing the cheek of your ass, his lips released your clit he had moved to suck upon. “ quiet. ” his eyes narrowed, whispering in a hushed tone, “ do you want your parents to fucking hear us? ”

you shook your head, inhaling sharply, squeezing the pillow tighter. of course you didn't, but it was so hard to keep silent when it felt so fucking good!

“ ‘kay... ” lip hummed, never breaking eye contact with you as his finger moved over your clit, and then down; dipping between the lips of your pussy and rubbing gently. “ so be a good girl f’me and be quiet, alright? give you m’cock if you shut that pretty mouth of yours.. ”

that definitely shut you up.

Bruised

Characters: Lip Gallagher x reader, Fiona, Ian, Debbie, V

Summary/ Request: How do you think lip would react if fwb that they've known each other forever ends up coming to the house in the middle of the night in the middle of winter with sleep shorts and a tank top with socks, covered in bruises

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Parent abuse, physically abuse

A/N: PROTECTIVE LIP AHHHHH!!!! I just love him and know he'd protect reader at ALL COST! All mistakes are mine as I am sometimes too lazy to proof read but I hope you enjoy!! Let me know what you think!! <3

You are in a daze.

Your frail body shakes as the sudden flashbacks of yelling and pushing and crying continue to play in your head. Trying to understand, to comprehend what in the hell just happened. Thinking a million thoughts yet completely nothing at all. Your head aches, the shooting pressure builds, beating against your skull. 

The snow crunches under your steps, soaking through your socks as you stumble to keep yourself up right. The icy wind causes you to tremble more than the horrors of the night. Barely able to keep your eyes open wide enough to see where you are going. 

Having no particular destination in mind but here you are standing outside Lip Gallagher’s house, knocking on the door in the middle of the night, begging to be let in. 

Lip has been the person you’ve leaned on for almost every bullshit thing that has happened in your life, understanding each other on a deeper level. It was only recently that your relationship with Lip became sexual but your connection was much more than that. And unfortunately neither of you have the guts to make it anything more than just friends who sleep together.

Your knocking rapidly increases, quickly becoming impatient until you hear the lock on the other side click and the porch light turn on. Coming face to face with his older sister Fiona who’s look of annoyance quickly washes over with concern, brows furrowing, mouth open in shock as she stares at your fragile body, wearing only a cotton tank top, small boxer shorts and socks shielding you from the cold. Your exposed skin is covered in purple bruises, deepening in color with every second that you tremble in front of her. 

Immediately snatching one of the jackets off the hook behind her and wrapping it around your shoulders as she pulls you inside. Goosebumps lining your skin as the warm, inside air circles around you. The pain is no longer from the cold but from the aching bruises. 

And while your world has been turned upside down, a happy boy on the next street over is fighting a huge grin as he walks back home.

The extra skip in Lip’s step was from the wonderful night he just spent with Karen, mainly the sex part. Their relationship has become more positive and Lip hopes that they are finally going to make it more official, like boyfriend/ girlfriend official, no one else on the side.

But...becoming official with Karen means that he will no longer get to see you...at all. Karen is hugely jealous of your relationship with Lip. The inside jokes, the constant hanging out, the connection that she sees that you two are obviously oblivious to. And the only way that she agreed to making things official with Lip is that he will have to cut off all ties with you.

Lip is feeling torn, picking between you and Karen should be so easy for him but these past couple of months, especially when you add sex into the equation, makes him question everything. He lets out one more deep breath, the fog floating in front of him as he knows that tomorrow he will finally have to tell you that you can’t be friends anymore. Knowing that the outcome is going to be disastrous.

Skipping every other skip as he jogs up the stairs of the back porch, a curious thought enters his mind as he notices all the lights shining into the darkness of the night and the door unlocked as he jiggles the handle. Walking into the warm kitchen, unwrapping his scarf and shrugging off his jacket, dismissing the items onto the table until some unknown later time.

The commotion from the front end of the house travels around his body as he stumbles to kick off his boots, catching himself on the wall by the stairs to stop himself from falling over. Peaking around the corner, trying to understand the roaring chaos that fills that Gallagher house tonight. 

Ian comes down the stairs, his hand placed on his forehand and the other holds a phone tightly to his ear. Practically arguing with the person on the other line, speaking some details about a house over on Gilmore Street.

Gilmore Street…that’s where you live. 

Lip’s interest suddenly peaked, his face asking a plain question towards his younger brother…what the hell is going on here?

But Ian waves him off, continuing on his story on how the police need to check on the house now and how something really fucked up happened. 

Lip stands there dumbfounded, trying to figure out this super confusing situation that he just walked into. His attention floats elsewhere as the two women in the next room talking abruptly loud. If he didn't know Fiona and V personally, then he would think hat they are arguing. Walking closer to the dining room but not actually in the room itself, Lip watches their interaction. 

Their movements are elaborate and complex. Fiona runs fingers through her hair, tossing it to one side, passing the hard floor beneath her. The conversation between them is making no sense to Lip, something about having to wait until tomorrow and trying to solve some problem. 

Lip stands still, his mind trying to piece the puzzle together from the small details that he has been given. But how could he, when it feels like everyone is talking in code. Like it's some top secret event that he can't know anything about.

Feeling something graze his side, bringing him back to reality to see Debbie walk between the two women towards the living room. In her hands a mug with steam coming from it. Walking quickly to the couch where she hands the mug to a girl. Lip following Debbie's same movements to get a better look at who's in his house. Eyes wide when it see that it's you...

A confused look freezes on his face as he studies your body. Your shaky hands reach out towards the mug as the warm contains seeping through the glass cup through your body. Your eyes fixated in front of you, as if the small girl standing in front of you isn’t actually there. Your chest heaving rapidly, breathing heavily through your nose. Knees bruised, shaking together. 

It is as if the dam that keeps the water of emotions behind a strong wall suddenly shatters. The instant fire spreads through Lip’s body as he sees your weak state. The walls of decorum crumble as his hands turn into fist and his jaw locks. The blood making his face bright red, moving quickly to your side, his knees hitting into the wooden floors hard as he practically pushes Debbie out of the way so he is kneeling in front of you.

“WHAT HAPPENED?” Lip voice breaks through the chaos of the house as he holds onto your shoulders, shaking slightly but your gaze would shift to meet his, “What happened, tell me!” He whines, the pain mixed with anger driving his actions.

“Don’t yell at her dummy.” Fiona shouts as she comes over, grabbing Lip off the floor so they are face to face.

“What the fuck is going on?” The spit spewing from his mouth, his hand signaling towards you and why you are bruised and bleeding and hurt. Why you? Why you?

“We don’t know. Your little girlfriend just showed up here like 10 minutes ago.” V crosses her arms behind Fiona. 

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Lip quickly remarks, the comment would have stung you more if you can actually concentrate but tonight is not the night for you to be dwelling over how Lip Gallagher feels about you. 

Your soft voice speaks his name.

Lip coming to you again, “Hey,” Lip’s kind eyes are on you, his touch now gentle as his heart aches. 

Eyes shaking as they meet him, glossing over as a tear slips down your cheek. But you struggle to get any words out.

“Just tell me what happened?” His hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears, “Please tell me.”

Gulping hard, your trembling body making the liquid in your mug move, hesitating as you say, “My dad."

“He got out?” 

“From where?” Debbie asks.

Lip groans, hate having to explain further, “Prison. Shut up.” Debbie rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed.

“Th-this morning.” The words feel like cotton balls in your mouth.

“He did this to you?” Standing up immediately, “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker. Get the bat Ian.” He points towards his brother who instantly follows his orders.

The tears start flowing now, the snob leaking from your nose. Your body collapsing as the abuse of the night finally settles in causing you lose yourself.

“Lip.” Deb pulls Lip's attention back to you.

“She needs you right now buddy. You can beat the son-of-a-bitch up tomorrow.” Fiona patting his back before leaving the room.

And he knew Fiona was right. He didn't need to be this guy who beat the shit out of some low-life, that isn't going to make him a hero to you. Lip needs to be here for you now, comfort you, take care of you. Be the man that you need.

He realized why you came over to his house, looking for him at your darkest moment. Understanding that you and him can spend hours together without saying a word. Be closer, more intimate then sex with Karen will ever be. It was always going to be you, he was always going to pick you.

Wrapping his arms around you as you sob deeper against his chest, shushing as he rocks you, "I've got you." Kissing the top of your head. The instantly relief coating your body.

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Let me know what you think!! thank you for reading. I LOVE YOU!!!

I actually posted about this but I thought a fun dynamic to play with for lip and his girlfriend would be lip and a non drinker. Shes like the designated driver caregiver and the gallaghers love her because after parties they all magically wake up in their beds and lip just really values her more than life, like hes so in love its insane

A million times yes to this!! I love the idea of soft!Lip. Hope you love it!!

Soft 4 You

Lip Gallagher x reader

A/N: This is told from Lip's perspective which I think just lets us get into his head and how he feels about you. If you see any mistakes, no you didn't.

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Summer in the Southside means two things - sweating your ass off during the day and partying until you black out at night. For Lip, the getting drunk off of your ass was all part of the fun, especially when he knew you were around to make sure he got home safely. 

The events of last night quickly fade away as the sunshine peeks through the makeshift curtain pinned to the wall. The whipping sound from the fan turns into a high pitch ring causing Lip to groan. His heartbeat pounding right behind his eyes as the beginning of a headache settles in. 

The feeling of his brain wanting to burst out of his skull makes him grab his pillow, placing it over his face, half covering himself from the sun and the other half suggesting that maybe death is a better way to deal with this hangover. His arm stretches out to feel around the bed, but it's empty, the presence of you long gone on this painful morning, if you could still call it morning. 

Pushing on the pillow more, the pressure lightly helping with the deadly headache. Squeezing his eyes tighter as the image of you begins to form inside his eyelids. Your smile, your voice, your laughter dancing around Lip’s head, the only solace from the raging migraine.

He wants to live inside his mind forever. The memories playfully swirl through his head as a warm, fuzzy feeling brews inside his chest. His heart beats faster just by thinking of you, the way you brighten a room, how you carry yourself, selflessly putting others before you. Caring for his siblings as if they are your own, stepping up to take the responsibility of the household on your shoulders. 

Since Lip met you, he has promised himself that he will become a better man for you. Become the partner that you deserve, striving everyday to do so. Lip wants you to have the world, hoping one day he can be the one to give it to you. 

Lip is so helplessly in love with you that he definitely doesn’t mind the fall.

The cotton mouth is too much to handle as he just lays there in his own sweat. He thinks if he waits here long enough that at some point you will show up, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, fingers rubbing over his chest, your sweet scent engulfing his nose. But sadly he can’t wait that long.

Groaning as he lifts himself onto his elbows, blinking a couple of times as his surroundings become clear, the headache throbbing more with every move. His eyes trailing along the room before seeing the tall glass of water that sits on the dresser. Smacking his lips a couple of times as he wants nothing more than to drink something. 

Pushing himself up, a small puddle of sweat lay underneath as he scoots to the edge, the bedsheet sticking to his legs as he fumbles to stand up. Using the dresser as leverage so he doesn’t fall.

The faint hint of a smile appears as he comes face to face with the water and next to it, two Advil and a little note that says ‘take these’ signed with a heart in the corner and your initial. His heart skips a beat as his fingers trace over your delicate handwriting. Barely being able to think straight because of the hangover and now you got his mind racing a million miles an hour with your love. 

Quickly raking a hand through his hair before swallowing the pills and chugging the water. Closing his eyes to allow the medicine to relieve some of his pain, knowing it will take longer than a couple of seconds. 

Tripping over himself as he pulls on a pair of jeans. Leaving his room to wobble down the hallway and descend down the stairs to the kitchen. The sound of chatter and laughter fill Lip’s head, wishing the happy sounds weren’t causing his head to pound more. Finally stopping on the bottom step as he observes the scene in front of him. 

Deb’s and Carl’s laughter fill the small room as you are telling a funny story. Your voice erupts louder as the punchline comes, sending them into fits of laughter. Their faces tell how much they enjoy having you around, the way you bring a sort of calmness to the house. Turning it into a home.

The kitchen is a bit of a mess as the grand breakfast you made - pancakes, eggs, bacon - sits on top of the stove. The dining table is messy as Lip can tell you just finished eating. Taking your time with his siblings to bond with them and get to know them on a deeper level. 

He couldn’t love you any more than in this exact moment. Without you knowing he was around. 

Lip gets pulled from his thoughts when Ian comes racing down the stairs behind him, patting Lip on the shoulder while he passes by. Prompting you to turn towards them both, a huge smile forming on your face, the kind where your eyes grow smaller and your cheeks grow bigger.

And God did that damn smile light a fire inside of him that he will let burn forever.

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what did you think ??? thank you for reading !

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."

something else // lip gallagher

Request: Hi! Can I request a Lip x reader who’s being harassed when walking to school, so she asks him to walk with her in hopes it would scare the harassers off?

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 1,050

It’s obvious, by the expression on his face, Lip is surprised to see you stood outside his house that Monday morning.

You look more fragile then ever, stood there, clutching your hands together, wringing them tightly against one another. You’re constantly glancing around yourself, as if afraid someone will come bursting out from one of the bushes. Your bottom lip is in between your teeth and you’re gnawing on it.

But, the minute Lip’s siblings coming bursting through the front doors, you seem to snap out of your stupor and your eyes meet Lip’s. Carl and Debbie offer you a short greeting, Ian nodding at you but you only seemed focused on Lip. It takes him a moment longer before he follows the rest, heading down the steps, but instead of turning off, in the direction of the school, he takes the last few steps your way, brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

Sighing, your shoulders fall and finally, you pull your hands against, rubbing them over your face instead. “I need your help.”

Taking a step forward, Lip nods; “what’d you need?”

“These guys,” you start, exhaling with a shaky breath. It’s odd for Lip to see you so scared. Normally, you didn’t let anyone cross your path, let alone scare you. It’s what makes Lip unsure, so eager to help. “My dad… he pissed them off, and seeing that it’s just me and him, they’re using me to get to my dad. Not that the ass-hat would care… Lip, i’m scared they’re gonna attack me on the way to school.”

“So,” Lip pauses, “you want me to walk with you?”

“Only if you don’t mind,” you assure, holding your hands out before you. “You don’t have to. It’s just-”

Taking your hand in his own, Lip pulls you into step with him. “Of course I don’t mind,” he says after a moment, grinning over at you. “Anybody that tries to hurt you, has got to go through me first.”

His words elicit a smile from your lips, some of your worry and anxiety disappearing as Lip grins over at you. And as you continue, the two of you fall into step with one another, falling into a casual conversation. For once, the walk to school doesn’t seem so unbearably long, and you find yourself at ease with Lip by your side. Even though the two of you have been friends for as long as you can remember, you can’t ever remember the two of you talking, just you and him, like this before.

It’s what truly places the smile on your face. That, and his jokes.

And, just as you are about to reach the final stretch of street that will lead you to school, the peace is interrupted.

“Yo, Y/L/N! Where’s your father’s money?”

You halt, body freezing. 

“We know you can hear us!” Another voice calls, “you ain’t deaf… Last time I checked.”

Slowly, you turn around, not unaware of Lip’s gaze on you. When you finally see the men, you realize there are only two of them, and while you don’t recognize them, you don’t have a doubt in your mind that these are the men your father owes money to.

Stowing away your fear, you raise your chin; “I don’t have it. Talk to him if you want it.”

The two look at each other, laughing; “we want the money now. And you’re gonna give it to us, or we’ll take it from you.”

“Did you not hear her?” Lip bellows, taking a step forward. “She ain’t got it!”

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Lip Gallagher,” Lip introduces himself, “now fuck off.”

One of the men take a step forward, obviously angered from Lip’s disregard of respect. “Listen,” he huffs, pointing at you. “This bitch’s dad owes us money, and we’re gonna get it. One way or another.” He takes a threatening step towards you, smirking, his friend coming up behind him.

Lip takes a step in front of you. “You take one more step towards her, and i’ll fucking kill you.”

Your lips part, eyes widening. Was he trying to die?

“Look, this guy thinks he can beat us.”

“Suits him,” one of them men shrug, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t mind proving him wrong.”

Before you know it, with seemingly a blink of your eyes, Lip lunges forward, socking one of the men across the cheek. He stumbles back in response, his friend catching him as your lips part, eyes widening. Your heart falls, fearing the worse, but then Lip’s grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you down the street you’d been heading towards and running.

“We’ll fucking kill the both of you!”

The two of you don’t stop running. You run past school, and continue, until you find yourselves tuck in some alleyway, hidden within the corners of it. When you’re finally able to stop, you fall against the brick wall behind you, hands falling on your knees as you pant to catch your breath.

“I think we lost them,” Lips says after a moment, breathless.

“Are you insane?” You screech, turning to him with wide eyes. “They could’ve killed you!”

Lip turns to you, his own eyes wide; “and they would’ve killed you the moment they realized you really didn’t have your father’s money.”

Sighing, your shoulders drop. “Doesn’t matter,” you huff, letting your head fall into your hands. “The minute they find me, or you, they’ll kill us both.”

“That won’t happen.”

Shaking your head, you turn to Lip; “look, i’m grateful. You helped me, you… you saved my life. But they will eventually find us, and my dad won’t pay them back. No matter what, i’m dead. And so are you.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

You pause, eyes falling on Lip’s own. “You’d do all that, for me?” You question, raising a brow. “A girl you’ve talked to a few times, sure, but have never been more than friends?”

Without hesitation, Lip nods; “yes.”

Shaking your head, you let out a laugh; “you’re something else.”

“Sure am.”

Blinking, you meet his eyes; “you mean it?”

“Of course,” Lip nods, taking your hand into his own, much like he had before. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” then, with a smile, “or myself.”

You laugh, “okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

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