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&& lydia martin.

              freshman year saw a flurry of different girls; so far lip was loving college. he literally had a different girl every night of the week - sometimes two. tonight’s flavour had been a pretty little redhead with a smoking body. she was sassy, and fun, and as far as lip was concerned they had damn good sex, not according to the redhead. “ what’s that suppose to mean? -- cute. that was great sex for you? -- what like it wasn’t for you? ” he’s pissed, no one ever suggested his sex was anything less than amazing.  his face twists into a look of sheer annoyance and confusion, she sure as hell seemed to be enjoying it --- she wasn’t exactly quiet. brows raise to the redhead, who’s name he’s clearly forgotten ( that’s assuming he even bothered to ask in the first place )

         “ hey c’mon you can’t just DROP that and leave ---”  dammit, what  the  hell was wrong with this girl, most of his conquests he had to practically push out the door, but barely five minutes after fucking she was all set to go --- had the player been played? it sure as hell felt that way. 

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&& Veronica Lodge.

    Veronica had grown a habit of intentionally ignoring the ignorant and repulsive words that had been spilling out of the brunette boy’s mouth. Every sound slipping from his lips were heard as nothing but white noise. Five minutes in and he had already been making a poor first impression, and first impressions were always valuable to Veronica. “I’m sorry, but who gave you the right to refer to me as princess?” She snapped, her voice cold and demanding. She turned her head to the side, spotting Pop Tate approaching the counter. She gave him a slight nod and a smile. “The usual please.” He understood what the usual meant by now, a chocolate milkshake with a cherry on top. Pop’s milkshakes were the one thing she had always craved during an afternoon at the diner with her friends.      

    “Veronica Lodge, not interested. In case you were wondering.” She released a pitiful laugh, finding her way over to a plush booth nearby the counter. In case you were wondering, he was sorely mistaken. 

               A coy smirk stayed fixed on his lips, shaking  his head playfully at her obvious grievances with his choice of phrase. Girls like Veronica were high maintenance, and yet, her vapid annoyance and uppity demeanor only  made his determination grow. A new approach perhaps. He waits on his order, a burger and shake to take out, back against the counter he watches her as she slips into a booth, teeth capture his lip sucking it in as eyes burn into her. she was goddamn gorgeous.  

               A few minutes later his orders ready and he slips pop the twelve bucks to cover it, ready to head out the door, but instead noticing she’s still sitting alone walks over and slides into the booth she’s occupying opposite her. “ so you don’t like princess, huh? i guess if you were anything it’d be more queen am i right? ---” he laughs, shaking his head. “ i’m only messing with you, veronica lodge, not interested.” he was as cocky as he was smooth, but it was all done in such a playful way. 

            “ i’m sorry if i offended you. maybe i misjudged ---” he says with a raised eyebrow, blue eyes wide as he smiles at her, whole face lighting up, one of those annoyingly infectious smiles that made it hard not to smile back. 

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&& Veronica Lodge. 

                  “ i guess they don’t do queuing in new york city ---” he sneers, a cocky grin curving his lips, as arctic blues run over the raven. he’d seen her around town ever since her arrival in riverdale. he knew exactly who she was, veronica lodge, daughter to the infamous hiram lodge, who, he’d never met, yet somehow had been labored into doing the mans bidding. leaning against the counter at pop’s as he waits on his order he can’t help smirk at the girl, damn she was every bit as sexy as she was bitchy. 

                 “ i’m only teasing, princess ---” his tone facetious and playful, “ ladies first ---” he adds with a wink, stepping aside to let her in, which, of course gave him a fine view of her ass in the process. “ i’m lip by the way, in case you were wondering.”  of course, he doesn’t think for a second she was. but he was nothing if not a chancer when it came to a pretty girl, especially the mean ones, the thrill of the chase made the game that little more enticing. 

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&& Betty Cooper.

            He knew who she was, he’s seen her around, at pops and at the drive in -- Betty Cooper, but what she was doing in his neck of the woods escaped him. With her powder pink cardi and preppy blonde pony tale she looked positively out of place on the south side. Sitting on the gallagher’s front stoop a bottle of cheap warm beer in one hand a cigarette in the other he looks up eyeing the blonde, “ you lost or somethin’ --- “ he smirks rising from the step he tosses the cigarette down and puts it out with the heel of his boot. “ but seriously, what ya doing here? you lookin’ for someone?  you’re Betty right? ” he’s been friends with Jug long enough to know who the north siders were,especially the ones that he was friends with, despite going to different schools.  

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&& Jughead Jones. 

             THREE WEEKS. three painstaking weeks they’d been working on this damn bike morning til night, determined to finish the thing so they could actually take it out on the road before the end of summer. they’d travelled the length and breadth of new york state to source all the parts they’d needed, and today it was finally finished. or at least finished enough to get the once over by Betty Cooper, and then if really necessary a real mechanic too. Despite lip’s protests that he knew what he was doing, Jughead remained realistically skeptical ( which lip’s sure might have something to do with a little hiccup with his own bike a few months prior ) “ well, it ain’t bad, huh? --- i mean it ain’t a harley, but it ain’t half bad --- damn, think i made ya a better bike than mine ” he jokes, a wide grin curves his lips and he nudges the dark haired boy. 

    “ but ya gonna have to take off that damn hat before we take it out for a spin, maybe we can get ya one of those kiddie helmets, sure they got a princess one for ya --” he teases, laughing at his own terrible wit.  

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&& Fiona Gallagher.

            NO MATTER what way he phrased this the chances of fiona losing her shit at him were pretty high. he could hear it already, don’t you know what a fucking rubber is? is it even yours this time? and that was him being optimistic. opening the fridge he grabs a bottle on bud and pops the cap, fuck he needed a drink for this. flopping down on the sofa beside his sister he sighs and huffs out a breath loudly, turning his body to face her, “ so --” he begins, anxiety apparent in the way he’s twisting the beer bottle between his hands. “ Eden’s pregnant. and before ya lose your shit and ask, yeah --- it’s mine. she ain’t Karen fuckin’ Jackson ---” he finishes taking a large gulp of his beer, willing it to be something stronger. 

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&& Lydia Martin.

          ‘   i’m fine,   we’re fine.   ’   she clarifies quickly,   getting those questions out of the way.   maybe   ‘   fine   ’   wasn’t the best word for this situation,   due to the fact that she wasn’t sure if she was or not.   palms start to sweat as she waits for his reaction.   what was it about this that was so difficult?   they’ve been through the early stages of pregnancy before.   telling him the first time around was one of the hardest things she ever had to do,   but this was somehow worse than before.   although it’s possible she could’ve been making it worse than it was,   it didn’t matter due to the fact that their first baby wasn’t here.   it was obvious that they’d never gotten past that   &   hoped that he could see why her moods fluctuated   &   why she was a complete wreck thinking about it.   stress isn’t good for the baby,   her doctor told her,   as if she didn’t already know.   once lip was able to speak,   lydia’s head perked up,   showing curious eyes.   slowly,   she nods,   before being enclosed in an unexpected hug.   she isn’t able to get in a single word yet   –   not that she knows what to say anyway.

          ‘   second trimester started today.   ’   she wants to be happy.   she wants to be smiling   &   laughing   &   over-the-moon,   but even lip’s excitement wasn’t enough to bring her to anything resembling joy.   ‘   i didn’t want– -   to get your hopes up.   .   .   or scare you off,   for that matter.   i still don’t want you to get your hopes up.   ’   hands run over her face as she tries some of the words that are racing through her mind at that very moment.   ‘   i don’t know.   i’m not un-happy.   ’   why did this have to be so difficult?   if it was like the first time around,   surely she’d be happy to have another one.   now it was almost too painful to bear.   ‘   look,  ’   she sighs,   hoping that he’ll listen closely,   ‘   last time getting into the second trimester didn’t mean shit   &   she said it’s riskier than before.   i wanna keep it,   but i don’t want you to get too– -   i don’t know.    attached,   happy,   hopeful   –   or everything in between.   ’   maybe it was harsh to say,   but to lydia it was rational.   or maybe cold hearted.   whatever it was,   she got attached last time   &   it all went to hell.   she wanted this   –   she wanted a family with lip   –   even though,   right now,   it definitely didn’t seem that way.

        his joy is curbed when he see’s her expression chance, the sad sombre eyes a sharp reminder of what they’d lost; what they’d been through. not of course, that he needed reminding. there wasn’t as day that passed that he their tiny daughter didn’t occupy his thoughts for a quiet moment. he’d watched the woman he loved go through hell and back in the wake of their loss. it had tested them, pulled them apart, and damn nearly ruined them. but some how, in doing all that has brought them closer. one thing for certain lip gallagher knew was come hell or high water he wasn’t letting go of lydia martin, not now. not ever. 

       ‘ babe — ‘ eyes cast downward, icy blues flickered with sadness. he wasn’t mad she hadn’t told him, but it hurt to think she’d gone through this alone for twelve weeks. ‘ you should have told me, we should have gone through this together.’ he keeps his words soft, his tendency for raised voices and rash words muted, ‘ hey – look at me. whatever happens, i’m here. you’re not gonna scare me off, not now. not ever. you’re stuck with me dia.’ 

      he nods, apologetically he know all too well that making it past the first trimester meant shit, it was bittersweet. the last pregnancy hadn’t been planned, but the sheer joy that elated lip as the weeks went by watching her blossom was something truly beautiful, they’d wanted their baby more than anything. but life had been cruel. and this, well, this could be a second chance. he couldn’t help but he hopeful; happy; elated. taking her hands in his, icy blues fixed on hers, a weak smile curving his mouth and he says, ‘ i can’t promise that – BUT  i can promise that no matter what happens, with this baby, you don’t have to go through another second of it alone. you have to let me in dia — i know you’re scared, and hurting, i get that babe, i do. but, this is our kid, i can’t not be happy about that –’ his hand slipping out of her to press lightly against the barely visible curve of her stomach. ‘ one day at a time, yeah? – that what we do, no big plans, just one day at a time. ’ he says with a small hopeful smile. it might take her longer to let herself be happy about this, and whatever she needed he’d be there, no questions asked. but he’s more than relieved to hear she WANTS to keep the baby. 

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&& Eden Winslow.

She was nervous, hell, was she nervous. The brunette chewed her lip, gazing at the Gallagher from across the diner. She knew she should just say it. Eden never had a problem speaking her mind but here she was. She made her way into the back, seeing that he didn’t have his hands full at the moment. She tugged him into Fiona’s office, shutting the door behind them as her dark ones focused on him. “We need to talk, Lip.” Was all she said because now she had to find the courage to muster out the rest of what she needed to say. Taking a deep breath, she glanced back up at him. “I’m late, like really fucking late and I’m almost 90% sure that’s I’ve got a mini Gallagher in me right now and I’m fucking terrified.”

He could tell there was something up, she’d been quiet all shift, and it was not like Eden at all. Quiet usually meant he’d done something to really  piss her off beyond yelling, or her father had, maybe. But by all accounts he couldn’t think of anything he’d done in the last few days to piss her off. A worried expression flashes on the boys face as she pulls him into the office, “ uh --- okay, did i do somethin’? ” he asks running a hand through unruly curls as his tongue pokes out to run over his bottom lip. 

          “ what do you mean you’re late? -- you started at eight ---” he cuts in, thinking she’d lost her mind, until the penny drops and he’s sure he’d just about to lose his. “ you uh --- shit. shit, have you took a test, shit fuck --- okay, uh, it’s okay. don’t freak out. don’t panic. okay, so here’s the plan, after work we go get a test, and we go from there. okay? --- hey, c’mere.” he says pulling her into a hug, he was freaking out just as much, hell he’d been here before with Karen Jackson and things had not gone well. But, this was Eden. Things were different. She was different. And, if she was carrying a mini gallagher in there, they could do this.

        “ hey, listen to me okay? i’m not going anywhere, kid or no kid, i ain’t going anywhere, you hear me? ” 

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&& lydia martin.

         ‘   JUST GO WITH HER.   ’   was all lydia managed to say in the most nonchalant way possible.   it had been two months since they lost the baby.   two months of pure hell   &   torture on lydia’s half.   no matter how much lip tried to lift her out of the fog,   there was no use anymore.   as long as she was miserable,   she would just keep dragging him down further   &   for that,   lydia couldn’t stand herself.   it was obvious that lip was still hurting   –   neither of them would get over this one   –   but the depression hit her like a ton of bricks.   usually,   she’d actually try to pull herself out of the quicksand   &   move on,   but right now all she could do was lay still,   fearing any small movement her body   –   her stupid,   unhealthy body   –   would make.   there wasn’t a single emotion that ran through her as she watched lip walk out the door,   going away with malia for the weekend.   normally,   she’d find someway to be upset,   possibly jealous,   but she didn’t have the strength this time around.   her words were anything but malicious.   they weren’t filled with anger or bitterness,   only the fact that he deserved better than some girl who couldn’t move past this.   there’d been so much loss in her life in the past few years,   but never once did she think it would come down to a baby.   .   .   let alone willingly let the one she loved walk away like it was no big deal.   he deserved happiness   –   not whatever the hell she was bringing him now.

          there was no way of knowing how long she’d spent in the same position on the horribly stiff couch in her mothers living room.   after letting him walk away,   she didn’t care much.   she’d lost count of the days   &   hours enough as is to the point where there was no use let it start bothering her now.   the redhead eventually dozed off once her eyes got tired of staring at the off-white fabric   &   her mind started to shut down after running blank for however long.   the only thing that woke her was the weight on the end of the couch that caused her legs to sink down.   it was probably natalie,   making sure that her daughter was still breathing.   as squinted eyes travelled the weigh of the shifting weight,   her heart sunk at the familiar face.   ‘   wh– -   what are you doing here?   ’   the girl is completely   &   utterly confused,   dumbfounded by the fact that he was here with her,   waiting for whatever whether it was for her to wake up,   snap out of it,   or just eventually die from the dread   &   depression.   she wants nothing more than to shove him out the door,   get him on a higher road   –   one that leads to happiness that she can no longer give him,   but she feels selfish   &   less alone as her eyes remain on him.   ‘   you stayed?   ’   she finally asks,   her voice slightly breaking due to those two simple syllables.   why the hell would he stay?   (   @geniusidict   )

       ‘OKAY, FINE --- I’LL SEE YOU IN A FEW DAYS. IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT.’ his voice was quiet and defeated. He was hurting too, had been since the day their daughters heart stopped beating, they’d came so close to happiness; they could taste it on the very tips of their tongue, but the world was cruel, and it snatched it from them before they ever even stood a chance. Lip tried in vain, for two solid months, barely leaving her side, trying everything in his power to lift her out of whatever hell she was living in now.  Maybe it was better this way. Maybe they both needed time and space to heal, he told himself as he turned and walked out of her mother’s living room. Tears flooded behind icy blues, every fiber of his being screaming at him NOT  to leave. 

        But he doesn’t make it any further than his car parked up in her mother’s driveway. She’d told him to go, to leave and yet he finds himself texting malia ‘something came up, you guys go ahead, have fun, don’t do anything i wouldn’t do ;) ’  flicking through the camera roll on his phone littered with picture after picture of dia, most of them candid, she hates them, and would yell at him to delete, but he never did, those were always his favorite pictures, the ones that captured her beauty the most. he stops when he hits the 18 week scan picture, eyes fill once more and spill down his cheeks. He wasn’t going anywhere. If this was who she was now, then so be it. She was still his dia, still the girl he fell in love with over a year earlier. 

        Quietly he enters back into the house, going to the living room ready with an army of words to tell her just how he felt; that he wasn’t leaving; that no matter how bad it got he was here, she was stuck with him now. but she’s sleeping and he doesn’t want to wake her, not when sleep doesn’t come easy any longer, so instead he perches on the edge of the couch, watching her sleep peacefully for a moment, until she stirs. 

       A light shrug of his shoulders at her question, as a hand roughly runs the length of his jaw, turning his head to her with a sad smile painting his lips. ‘ of course i stayed. ’ his voice low and quiet, a rough hand reaching for her, lacing fingers through petite digits. ‘ I’m not going anywhere dia, so if you wanna lay on this uncomfortable couch all weekend that’s fine. if you want to cry, and scream and yell at me, go ahead, i can take it. i’m a gallagher, we’re built for this shit ’ and with that he shifts so that he’s behind her, an arm reached over her, his face buried in strawberry blonde waves as the curve of her body against his own on the most uncomfortable couch ever, but that didn’t matter. he just needed her to know he was here; that see couldn’t just push him away so easily. 

      ‘ you think you’d get rid of me that easy, huh? ---’ he soothes, trailing light kisses on her shoulder. 

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                            you’re giving me a million reasons

          independent   &   selective           lydia martin   &   lip gallagher           story told by emily   &   mary

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&& lydia martin. 

          ‘   not my boyfriend.   ’   she huffs while rolling her eyes,   feeling the need to defend both jackson   &   herself.   the redhead clenches her jaw as she feels her fist ball up at her side.   their break up might’ve been messy,   but every action   &   word lip was using against her was highly unnecessary   &   uncalled for.   if malia wouldn’t have been lurking around,   she would’ve smacked him right then   &   there.   ‘   how are you so damn bitter?   you left me.   don’t you ever forget that.   you don’t have the right to drunkenly stroll in here   &   act like the worlds biggest asshole because you’re suddenly affected by this when you,   for the last few months,   have been sleeping with anything that walks.   ’

          as soon as he turns around,   lydia’s filled with a great sense of relief,   all the while feeling like she’d gotten the breath knocked out of her.   if her pride hadn’t been wrapped up in being the bigger person   &   not letting him get to her,   she would’ve instantly fell to her knees,   unable to catch her breath.   it was one thing to see him at school,   but it was another to have him here,   in front of her,   without seventy people in between them.   just when she thought it was over,   she’s quickly ducking at whatever the hell he threw in her direction.   when she heard the pop of it landing on the ground,   lydia’s curious eyes travelled in its direction,   completely knocking her off guard.    for a second,   she could swear that her vision blurred as her dizzy head pounded relentlessly,   causing her to stumble slightly   –   his words only solidifying the meaning.   ‘   you– -   ’   lydia starts,   shaking her head as she tries to pull herself together to the best of her ability.   ‘   go fuck yourself,   lip.   i have to– -   go find jackson.   take the ring   &   get the hell out of here.   ’

         ‘ he sure as hell looks like your boyfriend ---unless your boning the dork. ’ he sneers, eyes narrowing in Stiles direction. He had an unwarranted hatred for that boy  perhaps because deep down he knew dia deserved someone good, like stiles.  He should walk away; leave the damn party and Lydia alone for good, he’s been trying too for months. too stay away, too get over her. He was fine as long as he didn’t drink, he could reign it in enough that she wouldn’t have to bare witness to his epic spiralling downfall. 

        he stumbles off balance, mostly due to the fact the bottle of jager he’s carrying is now half empty.  a dry laugh echos in his throat,open mouthed his tongue runs along his bottom lip. half of the party had stopped, coming to a grinding halt to watch turning his head to the crown he snarls like a wild animal all teeth and grit in his tone, ‘ THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT?’ which was enough for most of them to go back to their conversations. 

       ‘ you think i didn’t know you weren’t happy? fuck dia, i made you fuckin’ miserable. things aint been right ever since --- “ the baby. but he can’t bring himself to say it, instead he swallows hard, eyes welling up, so raw with emotion. it had been over a year since they’d lost her. ‘ doesn’t matter anyway, look just fuckin’ keep, you think i want it, huh? you think i wanna look at that stupid fuckin’ ring and be reminded of this --- us --- fine, fuck you lydia, fuck you --- go back to your fucking boyfriend. hope you two are really fuckin’ happy!’ 

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&& lydia martin.

          ‘   you literally came in here shouting my name.   ’   she reminds him,   trying to kick him off whatever pedestal he was on.   ‘   kind of hard to miss hearing your ex’s obnoxious nickname for you being shouted over the music.   ’   before she knows it,   lydia’s pushing jackson back,   giving him leeway to flee the scene before either of the boys got too heated.   jackson’s too hotheaded   &   lip’s too volatile  –   that had been two of the biggest flaws that lydia was currently witnessing.

          lydia’s jaw clenches as she reaches out to pull on his sleeve,   leading him into another room.   ‘   what is your fucking problem tonight,   lip?   ’   the girl crosses her arms,   putting up an invisible guard as she watched him.   ‘   bozo-inski?   that’s the best you’ve got tonight?   ’   the girl openly laughs in his face while rolling her eyes.   to make matters worse,   she pointed to stiles   &   waves politely,   mainly just to irk the gallagher.   ‘   what do you want from me?   don’t you think you’ve done enough damage as is?   ’ 

         okay, she had a point. he did come marching in yelling her name. BUT that was so beside whatever weak point he was trying to make. Of course he came here for her, she wouldn’t answer his messages, or take his calls, the classes they had together she made sure to sit as far away from him as possible, what other option did he have. getting over her; but that apparently wasn’t an option he was ready to accept. ‘ that’s it, prick walk away like the coward you are, you were always good at walkin’ away.’ 

      ‘ my problem? --  i don’t have a problem dia. i came here to party just like you. not my fault your boyfriend got his panites in a twist --- oh --- does he know? ---’ brow narrow as he leans in, his voice a whisper, ‘ does he know that you were fuckin’ me whenever you two got into a little fight before, that why he’s so mad? that he couldn’t satisfy his girl --’  vulgar, crude and totally uncalled for. but he’s hurting, more than he thought possible, losing her had been the worst thing that’s happened to him. since their break up he’d spiralled further and further out of control, ready to come to crashing down any minute. ‘ --- nothing lydia, i don’t want nothin’ from ya --- you know i what i don’t know what the fuck i’d doing here --’ he blurts out, words sticking in his throat, he hated that she still had so much power over him without even realising it. 

        He turns to walk away, but first a hand slips in his pocket, thumbing the little box inside, anger and sheer frustration reach boiling point, what the hell was he doing, taking the box out he flung it in lydia’s direction, the way it landed forced the box open to reveal a delicate, wedding band set with a solitaire diamond; small, but a diamond no less. ‘ here, you can fuckin’ have it, i ain’t go no use for it no more ---’ 5 months it had sat, in his bedside drawer, just waiting for the right moment, but it never came, he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it, but he couldn’t bare to have it taunting him every time he opened his damn nightstand. she had no idea of it’s existence until this very moment. no of course, that he expected it to change anything, he just didn’t want the constant remind that he’d fucked up the one good thing he had.