if u can please write a carl gallagher x fem reader where they’re teenagers working at the same place eg a diner and carl hates everyone there but her trope? tysm 🫶🏼💗💗
I took some inspo from things in my life. It was kinda therapeutic and nice to write this out. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
I am still working on the other requests I have, but they will be written. Lol. Also, MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN.
Carl Gallagher x Female Reader-"Hate everyone but you"
Carl was getting to the diner late as usual even with the standing goal to get there in time to see her.
He bursts through the door to see that she’d already made it to work. He was in the process of waving at her when their manager bumped into him, and the manager stated, “You’re late.”
Carl shook his head and explained, “Don’t think so. I got here before you. I would call that on time.”
“Oh really? I got something for you.” The manger flicks Carl off with a smile before walking off.
Carl's response was, “Dickhead.“
Carl clocked in and went in to wash the few dishes already in the sink; however, it became clear to him quickly that it was a slow morning.
He looked at the floors and tables spotlessly clean. He thought about how she was the only one that cared enough to do the actual job. Her eyes were quick to find her sitting down and admire her as she sat watching the sun illuminate her. The cashier walked past him, and she commented, “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
“Oh shut up. You wish you could be that beautiful.”
The cashier gasped and retorted, “You ass.”
“Hey, I’m the one minding my business; you came up to me.”
“You’re terrible.”
“Well, you're ugly so who won?” He shrugs and laughs slightly at her.
She replied in mutters; however, she was quick to walk away after Carl gave her a taunting wave and the words, “Bye.”
Carl's eyes fall back onto her, and she's rubbing at her eyes softly and blinking aggressively. He looked at the coffee pot on the counter and made his way over. He asks a question he already knows the answer to, “Tired?” He lifts the coffee pot in the air and turns the cup over.
She responds with a small smile to answer, “Yes, actually. Thank you.”
He puts the coffee pot back where it’s supposed to, and he sits in the booth across from you. He nervously moved his thumbs back and forth on each other, and he struggled to find words, “So…Umm…” There was a small silence as you finished preparing your coffee how you like and asking, “How did you spend your day off yesterday?”
“Yesterday? Well, just the usual family is crazy. Really nothing much though.“
“Everything okay?” He smiles at the question and nods before asking
“What about you? I mean what do you do for fun.”
“Well, these days I’m not too sure. I actually picked up a shift yesterday actually.”
“Why?”
“They said they needed someone. So I came in.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I didn’t have anything to do anyway. I actually asked them to switch my schedule, so they don’t have to keep calling me.”
“Your switching days?”
“Yeah. Switching my Wednesday for a Tuesday. It works better that way for me. I can have all day off of nothing.”
“Wow-Well, if your not doing anything-We cou-”
The manager smiles smug as he walks over and states in an upbeat tone, “Carl, get back to the back work. Do your fucking job?”
“You-”
The manager looks at you and says, “Y/N a pleasure. I could just eat you up.“
Carl looks to see how she hunches over. The reaction and situation makes his hands ball up. Quickly, he says, “Fuck off!”
The manager opens his mouth before closing it. He walked off because Carl’s gaze and balled fists sent too many alerts through him. Carl gave a smile to Y/N, which she returned. After that, Carl went back to work to take away from the anger the interaction gave him.
The diner got slightly more busy, so the other dishwasher and Carl were working together to get it down. While Carl was washing some dishes, he overhears the other dishwasher say, “Yesterday was busy. You know Sal doesn’t even do too much work. Even with that, I have too much going on on Tuesdays. I doubt Manger. Fucktard would let me switch.”
Carl finished up his pile and went over and offered to switch Tuesdays. “Really? Man, I thought you were a son of a bitch, but you're alright.”
“Me son of a bitch? Don’t make me regret switching with you now. Mind giving me Thursdays. You can take my Friday.”
“Sure. No problem. I’ll let the boss know.” Carl waved him off with a smile and continued to work. He’d have the same schedule as you for the weeks to come, and he couldn’t wait.
Soon enough, the morning shift was over, and it was time to go. Carl rushed to get ready to go, so he could catch you. You're always too quick and he misses you. Despite the effort not resulting in what he wanted, he still smiled knowing he’d get to see you tomorrow.
It was evening shift this time on that Thursday, and he came in a bit late as he walked toward the dinner. Luckily, you were just getting there too. He smiled and said, “You're not early?”
She shook her head and said, “Night Shift is always worse, so I take my time getting here. Hopefully it ends soon…you don’t work today? Are you covering for someone?” He felt himself warm inside knowing that she did notice him. He could have sworn he answered but only in his head. “Carl?”
“Oh sorry I thought I answered you.”
“Only in your head huh. It’s okay it happens.”
“Actually my schedule changed too.”
“Oh…you didn’t say anything the last time we talked.”
“Manager fucktard?” She bursted out laughing full heartedly and called his whole body warmed at the sound. He wanted to hear it again; he got what he wanted as he seriously said, “Yeah. Fucktard.”
“Oh that’s good.” He smiled at her and laughed nervously along with her.
They made it to work and the shit show began. Carl actually didn’t realize what he’d gotten himself into. He’s never worked the night shift. Hectic and stressful but he remembered why he did it. Catching glances of her making it worthwhile and filling him with energy. Working even faster at work.
When things were winding down, it all took a turn for the worst. Y/N was stuck with a group of boys to wait on.
Immediately, one commented, “Nice ass.”
Y/N gasped out before trying to play it off and get it over with and questioned, “What can I get you all?”
Another replied, “How about your number?”
“You all need a few minutes. No problem. I’ll be right back.”
“Thanks for the view.” Y/N shook her head heading to her other tables until she went up to her manager, who sat at a counter.
She straight up asked him, “Hey, can you cover the group in the corner?”
“Why?”
“It's difficult because we’re the same age. You’d make it all go a lot quicker.”
“Hun, I could do that…
“Really-”
“But, I won’t.”
“What?”
“This work is professional.”
“They really will be here forever if you don’t step in.”
“Dear…Look, you know what?”
“What?”
“I could do it for a price…” His hand starts to make its way on her thigh. Y/N pulls away instantly and walks back over to the table of boys. She puts on her facade and asks once again, “What can I get you?”
“How about some cake?”
“We don’t actually have much dessert. Certainly, not cake.” The group of boys laugh.
Y/N gets all the rage built. It gave her the courage to say, “If you aren’t going to get anything, you have to go.”
“Is that any way to talk to a customer? That’s a bit rude.”
”You’re lucky that’s all you get. You are being more than rude. Also, disgusting, creepy, and straight up pathetic that you have to do this just to get any kind of attention. I’m done with your table.” Y/N goes to walk away before one of the boys grabs her wrist. “Don’t touch-” Y/N doesn’t have to finish the sentence before Carl is jumping over the counter, removing his hand with a strong grip. He tackled the boy to the ground pounding his fists down. The other boys started to get up. Y/N stopped at least two from getting up as she kicked them back into the booth and used her order book to hit anywhere she could. Honestly, those boys never had a chance. Carl was livid for your treatment. Soon the manager was up and pulled Carl off of one of the boys. He pushed Carl toward you and yelled, “You’re Fired Gallagher!” Y/N looked over to Carl before she strides over to the manager not caring about the bodies on the ground and punching the manager square in the face. “Fucktard! I quit! Touching a minor! Watch your children with this one!” Y/N pointed to herself. Carl got his and Y/N’s things before walking out together. The adrenaline ran out and Y/N was left shy. She uttered to Carl, “I’m sorry I got you fired.”
“That? Who cares?”
“What do you mean?”
“It doesn’t matter. Come on, they need people. They’ll call us back. If not, they don’t deserve us. They certainly don’t deserve you.” The words made her shy as she put her hands and looked down to say, “Carl…Ummm. Are you okay?”
“Me? I’m fine. Are you?” He grabbed your hands gently, and you both stopped walking. You stayed silent, and he continued to speak, ”The fact that you have to deal with assholes like that-It’s so fucked. I’m angry for you.”
“Is that why you did that back there?”
“That? I mean yeah…”
“Oh.”
“But, not just that. I don’t know if you noticed I hate everyone there.”
“I’ve noticed. Spouting your swears left and right.”
“I hate everyone but you.”
“I-Thanks?” Carl moved his hands from reviewing your hands to holding them. His breath hitched slightly before he smiled and said, Y/N…I have big feelings for you. It probably doesn’t sound so pretty. Honestly, I’m not that smart. I couldn’t stand the way they treated you in there, and I lost it…Anyway, I’ve been trying to gain so much courage to ask you out, but lose the nerve or get interrupted every time. I’d understand it if you said no, but I really had to ask.”
“You need that much courage just to ask me out even though you just fought all those guys with no fear?”
“Pretty much.”
“I-” Y/N held his hands back before leaning forward and kissing his lips softly. Carl leaned forward trying to catch your lips pulling away as he was fully enveloped in bliss. You laughed at his reaction, and he laughed at himself too. “I-Carl…I hope you realize not anyone just does what you did. I thought you were really cute, don’t worry…You’re not the only one. I’d love to go on a date with you and some other time we can find a job together?”
“As long as my schedule matches yours, I really don’t care where we work. Uh-” He scratches the back of his head softly and asks, “Can I kiss you again? I really liked it. Won’t be able to stop thinking about it if I don’t get at least one more before the end of the day.” You smile and nod as he comes in close.
series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.
series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.
pairing : debbie gallagher x fem!reader
warnings : lots of swearing, arguing, oral (female receiving)
10:38 am (third person perspective)
“the fuck do you mean she gave you a blow job ian?!” lip shouted at his brother who was standing across the room from him.
“i mean she put her mouth on my dick and gave me an orgasm. i’m pretty such thats what a blow job is lip.” ian responded sarcastically while reading the back of the newspaper that had previously been sitting on the kitchen table.
“she gave you a blow job less than 24 hours after having sex with me?” lip questioned, still struggling to process the information he was being given.
“yep, pretty much.” ian responded.
“well where is she now?” lip asked as his brain was flooded with a wave of different emotions.
“wheres who?” fiona asked as she entered the kitchen to see the two brothers arguing with one another.
“y/n.” lip replied angrily.
“woah. whats your problem?” fiona inquired.
“y/n and lip had sex and then she gave me a blow job like 12 hours later.” ian said as he looked up from the newspaper.
“wait what!” fiona shouted. “y/n gave you a blowjob? i mean thats fine but i thought you were gay.” she said as she turned to face ian.
“exactly! stay in your fucking lane man” lip shouted out to his brother.
“ok first of all i am gay, and second of all sexuality is subjective.” ian replied to his hysterical siblings.
“good morning.” debbie announced as she walked into the kitchen.
“debbie can you shut the fuck up for two second please!” lip shouted. “and ian why the fuck would you let y/n blow you if you’re gay?!”
“WAIT WHAT!” debbie yelled. “y/n blew you?!”
“yes debs calm down.” ian said as he sighed.
“y/n as in the russian prostitute fiona brought home from the club?! she blew you?!”
“she had sex with lip too.” fiona then chimed in.
“WHAT!”
“debbie seriously shut the fuck up.” ian snapped. “and lip, i let her blow me because i was hard and needed something to jerk me off, ok? i’m pretty sure i’m still gay so there’s no need to freak out.”
“pretty sure?!” debbie gasped.
“woah now you don’t even know if you’re gay anymore?!” lip spat.
“no i — i didn’t mean it like that.” ian responded. “i just meant that i’m not sure how i feel about what happened yesterday. i mean, i like guys but now i’m not sure if i could like girls too.“
“are you fucking kidding me right now?!” lip replied.
“k seriously lip calm the fuck down.” ian shouted. “why are you so pissed off anyways it’s not like you actually liked her.”
“it doesn’t fucking matter ian! i still slept with her! you don’t sleep with somebody your siblings have slept with!! thats just basic fucking logic!” lip screamed.
“ok seriously you both need to calm down.” fiona jumped in. “you two head off to work i’ll handle y/n.”
“how are you gonna deal with y/n, fiona?! you have a shift at patsey’s in a half hour!” lip asked while pacing the kitchen.
“i was gonna get debbie to hangout with her today!” fiona defended.
“no. absolutely not. she can come with me to work.” lip spat refusing to compromise.
“i can hangout with y/n!” debbie offered.
“oh fuck off.” ian joked from the kitchen table.
“no seriously, i wanna get to know her! plus, i was just about to head to the mall, she can join!” debbie squealed excitedly.
“ya well thats not gonna fucking happen debs. she’s an ex prostitute with who knows what kind of issues and trauma. we don’t need debbie freaking her the fuck out right now.” lip aggressively spat.
“lip seriously it’s fine.” fiona stated bluntly. “go to work and don’t even worry about it.”
and with that fiona started pushing lip towards the front door, trying to get him out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have time to argue.
“ok whatever, i’m leaving.” ian said as he stood up from the kitchen table and left out the back door.
that left only y/n and debbie in the house together and at that exact time y/n happened to come walking down the kitchen stairs.
“hi!!!” debbie greeted the girl enthusiastically.
“hi.” y/n said back plainly.
“i’m debbie!” she introduced. “fiona, lip and ians sister!”
“ohh ya hey.” y/n responded dryly.
“so i was just about to head out to the mall. wanna come?” debbie asked excitedly.
“ya sure.” y/n replied dryly once more.
“great! let me grab my keys and then we can go!” debbie squealed in delight.
5:12pm
“come on y/n! we’ve been trying on dresses for hours!” debbie complained from the big sofa that sat in the middle of the dressing room.
“just one more!” y/n exclaimed from behind the curtain that was currently shielding her naked body.
the two girls had been shopping for hours and not only did y/n take forever but she also spent a shit ton of money.
that girl seriously needed to learn how to cut back a little bit.
“what do you think!” y/n squealed as she came out from behind the curtain wearing a silver sparkly party dress that was so short it didn’t even cover up half of her ass.
“you look amazing now can we go!” debbie said hurriedly while looking down at her cell phone.
“but you haven’t even seen it!” y/n exclaimed while walking towards debbie and lifting her chin up with her right hand so she could look at the dress.
“y/n we really don’t have ti —“ debbie started but quickly stopped talking once she saw how y/n looked in the dress.
it was beautiful. it was like the dress had been designed to look only as perfect on her.
“wow.” debbie said in shock.
“so should i get it?” y/n asked happily.
“definitely.” debbie said firmly. “how much is it?”
“like $725.” y/n responded quietly.
“725!!” debbie screamed. “holy fuck y/n we can’t afford that!”
“i know, i know! i just wanted to try it on.”
“ok well you just did so go take it off now so that we can finally leave.” debbie said back hurriedly.
y/n pouted and walked behind the curtain again to take the dress off and put her regular clothes back on.
“debbie!” she called
“yes y/n!” debbie called back from the couch.
“i need help with the zipper! can you come undo it for me!” y/n asked.
debbie sighed and stood up from her comfortable seat.
she walked behind the large curtain to find y/n with her back turned and her ass completely exposed.
debbie felt her heart beat faster and her breathing turn heavy.
before she knew was her hand was grabbing onto y/n’s ass as a slap echoed through the dressing room.
y/n let out a yelp and quickly spun around.
debbies face turned bright red as she realized what she had done and immediately started repeatedly apologizing.
as debbie was ranting on and on about how sorry she was y/n slowly started to move closer to her and cupped her right cheek with her left hand.
debbie looked down at her and immediately stopped talking.
slowly debbie moved in and started gently kissing y/n on her soft pink lips.
“mhmm” y/n moaned into the kiss and started running her hands up and down debbies clothed body.
debbie quickly pulled away from the kiss and grabbed y/n’s hands before pinning then behind her back and sucking gently on her neck.
she slowly ran her hands up the side of y/n’s thighs and pulled her dress up so it was sitting just above her waist.
she then brought her hands back down to y/n’s upper thighs and started tracing shapes on her warm skin.
she moved her hands up even more and gently grazed her thumb across the top of y/n’s clit.
y/n moaned softly as she watched debbie touch her in the mirror of the dressing room.
debbie gradually stopped sucking on y/n’s neck and crouched down to come face to face with her perfectly round and plump ass.
moving even closer to y/n’s cunt debbie licked a firm strip up of y/n’s folds.
y/n wasn’t wearing any panties and her pussy was already soaking wet.
debbie was quickly lapping at y/n’s folds before starting to suck at her clit gently.
y/n moaned softly again and reached backwards to grab onto debbies head.
debbie continued to go between sucking and licking at y/n’s pussy until she finally pushed a finger into her cunt carefully.
y/n groaned trying to keep her composer.
“shhh be quiet. we don’t want someone coming in.” debbie mumbled against y/n’s folds.
she then slipped another finger into y/n and started to kiss and caress her thighs softly.
y/n felt herself about to come undone but tried her best to keep herself together.
“its okay baby let go for me” debbie praised.
y/n continued to moan softly as she came on debbies tounge.
debbie quickly lapped up all the cum that slowly ran down y/n’s thighs before standing up again.
and all that went through debbie’s mind in that moment was : what the fuck were lip and ian gonna say.
A New Kind Of Love {Lip Gallagher x Reader} - A bed's a bed (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/8N8cqVVmnC Y/N Y/L/N, has lived with her abusive father and mother for all her life, her dad abuses her and her mother watches, she's had enough and decides to run away, Lip falls right into her lap they save each other.
series summary : when fionna brings you home one night the gallaghers are unsure of how to react, however, if there is one thing they are sure of, it is how much they each want a turn with you.
series warning : this series is going to contain extremely explicit and smutty content and is quite literally the most shameless thing you may ever read. this series is mainly going to consist of smut and content discussing poly relationships.
pairing : ian gallagher x fem!reader
warnings : mentions of a hangover, swearing, blow job, oral sex (male receiving), basically just a ton of oral smut
9:03 am (y/n’s perspective)
sunlight peered in through the opened blinds that were posititoned across the room from me.
i was laying on a queen sized matress that had been pushed up against one of the walls in a small, dark, quiet room.
the window that lay across from me provided barely enough light to see, but from what i
could tell the matress was the only peice of furniture in the room.
every once in a while i heard a voice or loud noise come from downstairs but for the most part i was laying in complete silence.
i didnt remember much from the day before. just waking up hungover and then having sex with a man in the kitchen downstairs.
so pretty much the same bullshit as usual.
i didnt remember being brought upstairs so i must have been asleep when that happened.
i noticed my hair was freshly washed and body was clean. i was no longer wearing my skimpy black dress, but was now wearing an oversized, grey nirvana t-shirt with a pair of red lace panties.
suddenly the door on the right side of the room swung open.
a redheaded male abruptly entered the room with a tray that carried an assortment of foods.
“hello.” the man said awkwardly.
he walked over to me and placed the tray on the floor beside the matress.
“hi.” i responded quietly.
“whats your name?” he asked
“y/n.” i quickly replied.
“hi y/n. i’m ian.” he kindly introduced. “do you remember much from the past couple days?”
“no.” i told him. “where’s dave?”
“dave? you mean your pimp? he’s gone y/n. he was trying to sell you into sex slavery and prostitution a few night ago. my older sister fiona bought you off of him to prevent that.” ian informed me.
“bought?! what the fuck!” i screamed.
“i know everythings kinda foggy and confusing right now but we are going to get everything sorted out. dont worry.” the redhead reassured.
had dave really sold me? what the fuck!
i needed to find a way out of this house and fast. i had no clue what was going on but i knew i wasn’t gonna sit around and wait to find out.
suddenly the door swung open again and another man walked in. i instantly recognized him as the man from last night.
“hey.” he said to me as he smirked with a smug expression plastered across his face.
“fiona wants to see you downtairs.” he informed ian.
“k. will you sit with her?” ian responded.
“ya of course.” the man replied.
and with that ian left the room leaving me and the other man alone together.
i didn’t remember much about last night but i definitely knew what had happened between us.
“you sleep well?” the man asked me.
“fine.” i said coldly.
“good.. good.. good.” he rambled “so um im lip. look im not sure if you really remember but uh i was the one who brought you upstairs and put you to bed last night.”
“we had sex.” i stated bluntly.
he scratched the back of his head in discomfort.
“yea.. uhh… we did. look, i don’t know how much you remember but i was not in the best head space last night and was really stressed out, so… im sorry if i hurt you in any way or upset you at all.” lip apologized.
“i dont really care. im used to it.” i responded harshly.
“oh right the whole prostitution thing.” lip said. “that uh — that really sucks. im sorry.”
“thanks.” i whispered under my breath so that it was barely audiable.
just then ian entered the room once more and sat down at the foot of the matress i was laying on.
“haven’t eaten yet?” he asked while looking over at lip.
“im not hungry.” i mumbled.
“you should eat.” ian replied.
“ok.” i responded softly.
“well uh… i should be heading to work now.” lip finally chimed in.
“ok, ill stay here with y/n.” ian told him before turning back towards me.
“that ok with you?” he asked.
“yea whatever.” i said.
“ok, well uh if you two are good then i should head out.” lip said as he slowly backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.
me and ian looked back at one another as he gestured towards my food.
“can you gonna eat now?” he asked as i rolled my eyes and reluctantly picked up the tray of food.
2:12pm
“iannnn” i whined from upstairs.
i had eaten my breakfast and then gone downstairs to watch some tv but came back up about an hour ago to take a nap.
“yes y/n?” he called back as he walked up the stairs.
“come hereeee.” i yelled as he walked into the room.
“whats up y/n?” he asked while crossing his arms over his cheast.
“im bored.” i announced while looking up at him with big doe eyes.
“well what do you wanna do?” ian inquired.
“hmm…” i pretended to think “i want attention.” i said assertively.
i had only known ian for a few hours but he had been very nice and constantly was making sure i was comfortable, which i really appreciated considering all of the assholes ive delth with before.
“you have my full attention.” ian responded to me sarcastically.
“no. come here.” i said while crossing my arms over my cheast to mimick him.
ian slowly walked closer to the top of the matress and sat down beside my head.
“what do you need y/n?” he asked while looking down at me.
“just sit here with me.” i replied quietly.
“ok.” ian mumbled while swinging his legs onto the matress and looking down at me.
“hi.” i whispered while making intense eye contact with the red head.
“hi.” he responed while looking contently into my e/c eyes.
i quickly flipped over onto my stomach and rested my chin on ians left thigh.
“i wanna do somethinggg” i whined.
“what is it you wanna do?” he asked while laughing at my childlessnesses.
“i dont know.” i said. “something funnnnn” i giggled while climbing onto ians lap.
ian started laughed hysterically and stroked the back of my hair.
suddenly i felt his entire body stiffin under me and his hands fly to my waist to slightly lift me off of him.
“sorry.” he apologized sincerely. “i cant really control when it happens.”
i looked down to realize why he reacted the way he did. there was a large tent in his grey sweatpants now and he looked around nervously waiting for my response.
“its ok. not your fault.” i said kindly, trying to make him feel better.
slowly ian started lifting me off of his lap more before i stopped him suddenly.
“what?” he asked.
“well… um… do you need me to take care of that for you?” i replied quietly while avoiding eye contact.
“y/n… i’m gay.. i don’t mean to make things awkward but…” he started.
“no! i didn’t mean like did you need me to take care of that in a romantic way or a hooking up way… i meant… in a.. professional way. you know?” i asked trying to get my point across.
“what do you mean?” ian inquired, clearly still confused.
“i mean… its kinda my job.” i said. “i wouldn’t mind… i mean i’ve jerked off way worse guys then you.”
“USED to be your job.” ian corrected me. “and i don’t wanna take advantage of you just cause you used to be a prostitute.”
“you wouldn’t be taking advantage… im fine with it. but if you dont want me too…” i trailed off before slowly taking myself off ians lap.
“wait!” he stopped me.
grabbing my hips and pulling me back down onto his lap he looked into my eyes contently.
“you’d do this for me just this once?” he asked.
“we wouldn’t need to say anything about it ever again.” i reassured.
ian looked me up and down before slowly nodding his head and grabbing my left hand to guide it towards his sweatpants.
i gently touched his erection through his grey sweatpants and started fiddling with the waist band to pull them down.
i took his boner in my hands and leaned down slowly to wrap my lips around the tip.
ian groaned and threw his head back in pleasure.
i swirled my tounge around the tip of his hard member and started to gradually pump his cock with both hands.
“mhmm y/n that feels so good.” ian moaned.
“i told you im a professional.” i giggled before taking more of him in my mouth.
i had half of his dick down my throat while my hands rapidly pumped the other half.
i continued to speed up the movements of my hands while bobbing my head up and down.
ian had my h/c hair in a loose grip behind my head and was running his other hand up and down my back gently.
he continued to moan in pleasure as i put even more of him into my mouth.
my eyes slowly started tearing up and i felt myself gag around him as i shoved the rest of his cock into my mouth.
“good girl” ian praised while i looked up at him.
while making direct eye contact i continued to bob my head back and forth as his moans got louder and louder.
“fuck that feels good.” he groaned.
suddenly i felt ians dick twitch in my mouth and i instantly knew how close he was.
i started to bob my head even faster as tears streamed down my face.
within seconds ian was shooting his load down my throat while i quickly lapped all of the cum that had spilled out of my mouth.
“fuck.” ian muttered as i gently took him out of my mouth.
i stared at him waiting for some sort of further reaction.
“jesus christ that was amazing y/n. come here.” ian said to me while opening his arms and motioning for me to come cuddle up next to him.
i moves back onto his lap and felt his arms wrap around me protectively.
“you wanna do something fun now?” ian asked me with a raised eyebrow.
“that wasn’t fun?” i asked him cockily.
“hahaha no it definitely was. you are definitely a professional.” he responded while laughing.
“well good.” i smirked up at him proudly.
and with that ian stroked my hair once more before kissing the top of my head.
“get some more sleep y/n, ok?” he said while looking down.
“ok.” i whispered back before closing my eyes and falling asleep in his arms.
heya! can i request lots of lip gallagher angst please? i love what you write and need him in my life </3
Thank you so much! I'm not sure when I'll be able to make more Lip angst or Lip fic's, but I'll be sure to try when I get an idea. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this one. 💜
Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth
Warning! Mentions of virginity and sex, but there is no actual smut. Slight fluff. Lots of Angst. Not sure if this has been done before. If it has, credit to them, and this is my version of it.
Smiles and laughs grace your best friend, Lip, and you can't help grin just because he seems happy. He tells you about his recent endeavors at college, specifically how he’s having the greatest adventures with his professor, Helene. When you 1st heard about this mysterious woman, you were initially livid, on the inside, of course. You wanted to know everything and nothing about her all at once. However, just like always you had to find a way within yourself to support Lip’s happiness. You always hold onto the friendship that’s graced the both of you with each other. Also, you couldn’t help internalizing Lip’s trauma's and emotions throughout the years. He deserved to go to school and become even greater than he already is, and although you couldn't always stomach the thought of him with someone else, you’d support that too to see him be loved. You were as it goes hopelessly devoted to Lip, so you hadn't really dated too much. Nothing could ever get serious when you’d hold him in your heart.
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One day, you were at Lip’s dorm helping him clean up a bit when Lip seemed to really catch the fact that you'd apparently been single for “too long”.
You scoffed at Lip and asked, “What’s that your business for?”
He laughed at the comment and added, “I just want you to be happy. I mean we don’t get as much time these days. Me in college and with…” He smiled and looked off to space. You mouth her name as he says, “Helene.”
You roll your eyes at it and shake your head and bitterly say, “I don’t need to be with someone to be happy.”
“I get that, but maybe you’d seem a little...a little...better?”
“Better?”
“You just seem a little down lately. Seeing as you won’t tell me what it’s about, I’m just trying to find an all around solution because I care.” His hand finding your shoulder.
”I’m doing fine, really. You're just so up in the clouds-”
“I want you up here too.” You sigh as the words were a rubber band to the heart as you wished he meant together...
“Lip, I don’t need someone.”
“It doesn't have to be serious. Just get laid.“ His insistent nature angers you to shout, “I can't! I’ve never-”
You stop yourself too late. Your virginity has never been a topic of concern. You both just glossed over it. To you, it never seemed like Lip knew you hadn’t gotten that far, regardless, you never wanted it to be made so clear. Silence passed between you two before he started to laugh and said, “You’re fucking joking.” You looked down to your feet, which was when he actually believed your words. “No shit. No fucking way! You haven’t gotten laid yet!”
“Want to scream it out any louder! Shut the fuck up!” He laughed before he held his hands up in surrender.
“That’s crazy to me.”
“Of course it is. You bang anything that walks. Lip-”
“Even with any of your s/o’s, you never-”
“No! I'm a virgin. No big deal!”
“Yes. I just find it hard to believe nobody would try. Did they?”
“Maybe once or twice, and I shut them down.”
“Not good enough for you.”
“Something like that.”
“People are fucking stupid. You are hot, and it surprises me there aren't any more.”
“It's the story of my life.”
“What?”
“Getting overlooked.” You said simply before continuing to stack a book on a high shelf.
“Come on, that can’t be true.” He turns you toward him. “I see you unless I see dead people.” You humor him and give a monotone laugh. “I’m serious though. When you walk into the room, it’s brighter. Maybe you catch the attention of shy people. Maybe pay more attention?”
“Can we stop talking about it?”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
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You were on your way home late at night when you got a call from Lip. You answered and immediately thought it was a bit late.
“Hey!” He said a little off.
“Lip, what’s up?”
“Just need a drinking buddy.” You hear a bottle crash on his side of the phone.
“You doing okay there?”
“Yup! Having the bez time.”
“You already started drinking without me. Where are you?”
“I think I’m on campus on like a lawn-can’t remember which one.”
“I’ll be right there. Stay on the li-” He hung up. You jumped a fence and ran all over campus with no sign of him, and he wouldn't take you calls. You finally found him toward the back exit of the campus. He was swinging his body silly with heavy footsteps. You rushed over to support him. Immediately, he detached himself. A pout on his face with slumped shoulders. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” He laughs dryly.
“Come on, sit down.” You have him sit on the curb and wish you brought him a bottle of water or something.
You ask him, “What’s this about?”
“Helene...She’s married. She has a kid.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. This must be shocking to hear-”
“I already knew.”
“What do you mean you knew?”
“These past few...weeks? Weeks, I think, I knew. Hell, her husband watched us-Well, watched us fornicate.”
“Gross.” You couldn’t help but say. He shrugged at your reaction, not really being able to defend that truth. “You agreed to it?”
“I did, but I feel her pulling away now. I haven’t changed anything though.” He turns quickly toward me like he’d get whiplash. He points his finger to his chest and hits his chest aggressively as he says, “I’m me! I’m still giving her everything I have!...It leaves me in a funk.”
“You want to be with her that badly?”
“Yeah.”
“But, it doesn't feel so good.”
“Right.”
“You know why?”
“Yeah. I just said she has-”
“I didn’t mean the family thing.”
“Then, why?”
“You should try a relationship that’s more meaningful.”
“This is meaningful to me.”
“I meant a healthy meaningful.”
“Who are you to tell me?” He said it harshly.
“You’re right. I have no right to tell you what’s meaningful to you, but you have to admit you're not in the best situation.”
“You’re one to talk. You’d rather have nothing than search for something. I think your standards are too high.”
“Trust me, they're not that high… Top 3 are honesty, communication, and trust.”
“Hmm ...You want to tell me something?” He smirked.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m all three of those for you. I must be your dream guy.”
”You could be, except it wouldn’t happen obviously.”
“Are you sure about that?'' He found himself saying.
“Here we are talking about your women, I’m sure...” You bite at your lip. Your thoughts stop when you see a few tears branching out of his eyes. You comb your hand through his hair. As he looked for more comfort, he wanted to lay down. You convinced him to let you get him to his dorm. He allowed you that, and he cried himself to sleep on your lap. He snuggled into your leg while you rubbed his back. You’d already had a distaste for Helene, but now you really couldn't stand her. She’d been fooling Lip, and she still had the power to keep going along with it.
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After the incident, Lip wanted to act like it didn’t happen. He had told you that they were working on it. He even said it might be the closest thing to a relationship he’s had. You wanted to be there for him, but you had to admit you couldn't support this harm. There is a difference in this case to supporting him. You didn’t want to be a part of any longer.
You kept quiet about it initially since she’d only done “one” wrong by him, according to Lip. He talked to you less and less it seemed after it. You tried your best, but something always seemed to come up. You’d get calls from Ian or Fiona that he’s drinking a lot which worries you and hasn't attempted AA when they think it's becoming a big issue. Finally, you confronted Lip on the street.
“I can't talk now.” He said.
You didn’t let him push past you and stated, “No. You are not ditching me once again. You have stuff going on. It probably has to do with that woman-”
“Helene. That's none of your business.”
“None of my business?” You look at the bag under his eyes. He reeked of alcohol on his disheveled clothes. “She’s ruining you, but that’s none of my business? What happened this time?” He took out a cigarette and lit it before he sniffed and gave you a side smirk.
“I just maybe happened to beat up her son after I thought she cheated on me with him. Isn't that funny?” He giggled and hiccupped.
“Why were you upset? You were fine when she had a husband to cheat on you with.”
“That was different. Anyway, I see you’re upset about the lack of time I’ve been spending with you, but I can fix it. Let go for a drink.'' He put his arm around your shoulder and was probably leading you to Kev and V’s. You removed the arm and snapped, “What you need is some water. You’ve had enough.”
“What do you mean I haven’t drunk today?”
“Tell that to your breath and clothes. Do you think I’m stupid?”
“I think this conversation is stupid. Now, I remember why I was trying not to talk to you.”
“You did it on purpose?”
“I just knew you’d get all worried for nothing.”
“For nothing? She’s not good for you to begin with, Lip.” You hold his hand and softly say, “Lip, She was your professor and married.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid.”
“Lip-”
“I love her! She sure is a hell of a lot better than the ones telling me otherwise. You have no right to judge me. Take a look at yourself!”
“What are you talking about?”
“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Helene was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”
”Stop!...I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.”
As he saw your tears and hurt, he sobered up slightly and said, “Wait-” You quickened your steps to get away as fast as possible. He tried to follow after, but his drunken body wouldn't allow it as he reached forward and fell right on his ass. "Fuck!"
Heyyy hope you’re well, I loved you fic. Your so talented. I just wanted to ask if you would do a part 2 of lip x reader where he realises reader was always there for him and he ruined everything with her and tries to go back to her. It can end however 💕
Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth
@bxnnywatts , @izraahh1 , and anon thanks for suggesting a part 2. I had a lot of fun writing this, and it inspired me with some great ideas!
Also, to the anon that wanted a Lip seeing reader 10 years later. I'm working on it 😊
Lip realizes his mistake
After you left Lip to fend for himself on the ground, he could only stay on the ground and reflect. He felt slightly numb as more of the alcohol from earlier kicked in. He was feeling terrible as it is, but after what happened between you two, his stomach panged. Although he was feeling pretty helpless, it was starting to get dark out, so he sat up and took out his phone. He attempted to call you, but you hung up quickly. He sighed and rose to his feet. He called and called as he made his way through the street not really searching for any particular place, but he let his feet carry him.
Lip found his way to Kev and V’s. Both of them give an alarmed look at Lip’s state. Lip lays money on the table and says, “Keep‘em coming.” V gives Kev a stern look and motion him over to Lip. Kev nods and walks over. He serves him a pint and asks, “Everything alright, bud?” Lip down ths pint in reply. “Alright then, but you seem like you started your party earlier today .“
"Well, the party’s not over, I guess.” He taps at his glass for another one, which Kev provides. V rolls her eyes at Kev and makes her way over.
“Is there something you want to talk about, Lip?”
“V, you don’t just ask a guy-”
“I am a terrible human being. I mean no wonder Helene doesn't want to be with me, but now...now, I’ve ruined it with them too…” He lays his head sideways on the bar with a frown and closed eyes. V looks over to Kev with satisfaction on her face while Kev waved her off. Lip grabs onto the pint and starts chugging it. V grabs onto him, stopping him at a little less than half and urges, “Okay. Okay! You’ve had enough.”
“Not fair. I’m not done.”
“This is all you're getting for a while.” Lip shrugs feeling the bizz hit him quickly as he was already tipsy from the drinks he’d had earlier that day.
“Why did I have to go and say that stuff?”
“What stuff?”
“Like like-I have to take a piss.”
“Huh?” He stands up and repeats, “I have to take a piss. You-" He points accusingly to his pint glass. V caught off guard by the action. Lip goes forward and stumbles before he points once more to his glass to say, "Stay." As Lip goes into the bathroom, V can only state, “I’m worried about that child.”
Lip is quick to do his business and is on his way out until he finds himself in the mirror. He had to agree that he didn’t look like himself. He ran his hand over his face before he washed his face in aggravation. He looks to himself, but all he can see is you yelling, “You’re the worst! You don’t deserve anyone, so you certainly don’t deserve me! I’ve been there for you always! Always! How could you throw me away like nothing?! I should’ve thrown you away a long time ago! You're projecting, you're pathetic!” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “You hate me…” He looks up in hopes to see you again; however, he is only met with his own reflection and wanting nothing more than to see you again. Reality setting in that he may get the reality of not seeing you in front of him again.
With that fear, he rushes forward out of the bathroom knocking into someone’s shoulder, which causes him to fall over head first onto the ground. Everyone becomes alarmed, but Kev and V rush over. Quietly, Lip says, “I hate me too."
"Wha?" Kev asks.
"They didn't say they hated me when we talked but they should have because I mean what kind of person let alone a best friend would-Can’t lose them. I have to go to the-” V interrupts him to ask, “Hun, are you okay?”
“I can’t let them go...especially not like this.” Lip tries to get up, but Kev restraints him with the soothing words of, “Yeah, yeah, you can do that later. Right now, you’re not going anywhere.”
“I have to-Y/N-” Lip can’t resist Kev's restraint anymore than he can act like nothing happened.
Kev and V walk into the Gallagher’s house much to Fiona’s discontent. As Kev leaves Lip to sleep it off, V fills in Fiona as best she can about what happened at the bar. Fiona thanked them before going to check on Lip. He didn’t seem like he’d wake up anytime soon. She grabbed his phone for some kind of clue and saw all of the calls he’d made to you. She narrowed her eyes to the cell in her hand unsure of what could happen between you two and wastes no time in dialing you on her cell. You didn’t dare to answer her and turned your phone off. Since you weren't on good terms with Lip, you couldn’t risk another Gallagher's persuasion, so you did your best to sleep that late night.
In the morning, Lip was woken up by Ian stomping into the shared room and dropping a huge box carelessly into his lap.
“Uhmm, ow!” Lip groaned.
“Yeah. Boo hoo you and your bo bo.” Lip starts looking into the box. At first, he was unsure of the items in front of him, but he made out movie tickets, restaurant receipts, a few notes. It wasn’t until he saw a few polaroid's and photo booth pictures of him and you that he understood what the box was.
“Wha-Where did you get all this?” Ian lays a hand on his hip in reply. Lip rolls his eyes at his brother and asks, “Are you trying to tell me you have an obsession with me and Y/N?” Ian grabs the pillow on the bed and slaps Lip with it. “Why are you hitting me so much today?”
“Lip, you are an idiot!”
“What for?!”
“Jesus, this box belongs to Y/N. They kept everything between you two, like ever.” Lip looks down and remembers the last words you two exchanged.
“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Colleen was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”
”Stop!..I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.”
He looks to Ian and asks, “Why do you have this?” Possible answers running through his head but none of them sounding like the truth to at least not truths he wants realized.
“I found it...in the alley.” Lip sighs deeply. His heart felt like it was being wringed out. In all the years you’ve known him you always had a certain gentle touch to him. Always trying to keep from adding to his sufferings. I was something special he found in you unlike everyone else he’s ever met.
He’s taken from his thoughts by Ian asking, “What even happened between you two? They wouldn't let me in their house much less tell me what happened. I got so desperate that I was gonna try the back door when I saw the box.. Fiona mentioned that something happened between you two bu-”
”Fiona? What does she know?”
“Lip, catch up, no one knows what went down. We’d all like to know though…”
“We-uh-” Lip wipes at his drippy eyes. “We had a dispute.” He said simply and rose to his feat trying to get changed for the day. He kept his back in Ian’s view as he tried to internalize and bottle up the peering emotions.
“I figured. Are you gonna tell me about what-” Lip turned around swiftly and roared, “No!” Ian got up close to Lip and hollered, “Don’t go yelling at me! Fix your shit between the two of you!...They are my best friend too, and I know they’re hurting right now…” Lip sofens and flumps onto the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head.
“Ian, I know I hurt them. I always seem to...When they are nothing but there for me, god I really messed up. I wish-”
“Yeah. Yeah. Good stuff.” Ian picks Lip up from the bed. “While it’s fresh, don’t tell me, tell them.” Lip nods vigorously. He hurriedly gets on his shoes and makes his way out the door with the box of mementos in hand.
You’d gotten up that morning feeling just all sorts of terrible. You’d hardly gotten any sleep. Your eyes are all puffy and slightly sore from rubbing at them. You hadn’t eaten in hours, maybe in a day by now. You were awakened by Ian at your door, but you shied him away quickly. Thinking you could move on with you day was too optimistic as you heard a gentle knock on your door followed by the words, “Delivery!” The words coming out abnormally squeaky, so you knew something was up. You look through the peephole cautiously and see Lip. You try to figure out if you should say anything: tell him to leave, tell him you need time, tell him he really hurt you, play along with his charade; however, you're not allowed a choice when your phone goes off, your hands flounder for it in order to get it off. The caller being none other than Lip. You curse under your breath. Lip’s voice calls out on the other side of the door. “I know your home. Please let me talk to you…” Your tears falling out all over again.
“I-” Your voice running dry. You clear your throat and strongly say, “Go the fuck away! I don’t need this right now!”
“But, Y/N-”
“No! Fucking go! You cared at all about me, you’ll leave me the fuck alone!” He stumbled back drunk in shock of the words. Lip wanted to bust down the door to just hug you, or go off and drink until he passed out again. He just wanted anything other than this reality.
“I do care! I’m sorry If I hadn’t made that known...I should’ve.
You ask, “Are you drunk again?!” He sighs thinking of all the times he’d had to ask others that question that impulsively he answered, “No!” He cursed himself for it and replied once more softer, “No, I’m not.”
“Lip, that’s great in all, but you need help.” Lip’s lip trembles. He attempts to halt the rumble with his teeth, which was futile. You could hear it in his voice for his next words, “I know...You made it very clear to me that I needed help when you disappeared...Yes, it was only for about a day, but I need you to understand something.”
“There’s nothing else to say. I understand.” Lip narrows his eyes and asks, “You do?” You nod although he can’t see you and explain, “We’ve been friends for a long...long time…” Lip smiles hopeful of the response to come; however, it is short lived as you follow up with, “and it’s time to branch out. I mean you have college, different needs, different friends, so...ummm...if you came out of guilt, I’ll just leave you with no-” You clench at your heart as it clenches. It physically was starting to hurt you, but you managed the last few words, “no hard feelings.” Lip pounded at the door once, which made you flinch back.
“No hard feelings? No, no, Y/N?...Y/N that’s not how I feel at all. What I said to you, it was wrong for one thing but also far from the truth. I told you some of the biggest lies when we spoke-Look, I’m horrible. I admit it, and I wouldn’t blame you if you thought so too. I just can’t have you thinking any of this is on you. I can’t have that no matter how this turns out between us...Making you feel like this isn't even my only crime against you-” You heard him shudder on the other end of the door. You walked forward gently but stopped short. You find yourself and open the door. Your face is only reading sullen. Lip’s about to move forward, but the pain he reads in you stops him. Tears pour from your eyes, and you continue to say, “What did you expect?! You choose some woman that’s hurt you so many times it seems over your supposed best friend! I have been there for you! I do not deserve this treatment! I deserve better! You don’t get that, and I don’t think you ever will…I could chalk it up to your drama and being too damaged, but honestly, Lip it's your own damn fault...Years together, and you can’t see what you have right in front of you. Goodbye. Hope things work out for you...” You see how he hangs his head low and begins to sob. You hadn't decided exactly what you’d do with Lip. Glassy oceans meet your gaze. He reaches out and pulls you into a hug that you're not prepared for. His body started to shake against you. He mutters, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” over and over, at least that's what it sounded like at points. When his voice wasn’t cracking, he sounded like wind was knocked out from crying so hard. You wanted to hold him too and feel comfort. History told you that making this too easy on him was what you got you here in the first place. Reluctantly, with effort, you remove yourself from him. The pain in his eyes glossed in at the action.
“Hate you?!” You scoff. “I don’t-”
"You don't understand..." You sob out because this was all just so hard on you, which in turn was making it hard on him. He moves slowly forward and cradles your head gently and ends up resting his thumb on your cheek to wipe tears away.
"I know I don't understand what you feel, but I know what I was doing wrong now. I know how I've been hurting you." He breathed out trying his best to calm himself down. He bites at his lip. “My biggest crimes-” He clears her throat. “Taking you for granted. You know, I don’t always thank you for the things you do, especially not lately. I-I haven’t been on your side even when you’ve always been on mine.” He smiles softly. “It’s something I should of really seen before, but like you said, I’m people stupid. I just really want you to know that your not only the best friend I could ask for but the best person...I want you to know that even if you hate me now-”
“No, please just say it. I don’t want you to hold back.”
“Lip, I have hated how you’ve been lately, but hating you, now that’s too easy, so I don’t...”
“Really?” He whimpered.
“Really. I mean I was just at threshold, but I can’t hate you...I did really hate what you said to be though...I mean years of friendship-”
“I-I know. I said it because I was hurting. That wasn’t right.”
“I know you hurt, but I’ve only ever wanted to hurt together rather than leave you alone. That being said, I’m not sure where I want us to go from here…”
“Whatever you wa-”
“I’d really like you to sell to me why we should still have any kind of relationship. There are a lot of things you did, and I feel you care just-”
“I wish is acknowledges some things you do that I notice that I don’t flat out say that mean so much: making sure I eat in the sneaky ways you do like boasting it's so good or making “extra”, making sure I’m not cold-just you know caring for me in little ways..,” Your heart quickened at his confession. You didn’t think he’d noticed or cared. “I didn’t value our relationship like I should have. I will if you let me. One of the biggest things is I should've let you know how much I-I should've let you know how much I...I love you.” You swallowed at the words. While you knew he did care, you knew love was touchy for him, and he’d never said it to you. “I love you, Y/N.” You hugged onto him uttering against his shoulder, “That’ll do it.” You both laughed out loud. Lip held you tightly like you’d slip away, and he let out groans of relief. “Are you okay now?”
“Yeah, so relieved.”
“Me too.” You both stare at each other with smiles on your faces. He wipes at the dried and wet tears and states, “I’m really sorry that I made you cry.”
“Let’s call it even.” You wipe his face with your sleeve with a smile.
“There’s a smile.”
“Well, you caused it, and uhhh...Look, all the self loathing, you gotta work on that...and the drinking I’ll be here to help with that too bec-'' He gave you an expression of doe eyes before he leaned forward meeting his lips to your in which you returned. “Is that part of showing me you care?”
“Yeah. Something like that, but it’s a gesture to show I do love you. I should’ve done this sooner.”
“What about your pro-”
“No one compares to you. I now see that. So, permission to kiss you again.”
“Maybe after some food. I’m starving.”
“Fair enough. Where do I put this box?”
“Where did you get that?”
“Ian.”
“Ian?”
“I can’t believe you kept all this. Also, I’m embarrassed I didn’t make one myself.”
“You don’t think it’s kiddish?”
“No. It’s sweet.” He kisses your forehead.
“Wow, you're really sweet too. People's skills are already better.”
“I don’t know if I’m really less people stupid, but I know I’m less clueless about you. I’d like to become a Y/N expert.”
”We’re gonna watch a scary movie. If that's cool with everybody?” Lip stated, and everyone agrees and manages to find a place to sit.
Ian and Mandy sit next to each other on the coach along with Carl and Debbie while Lip and you sit on the floor. Quickly, as you land on the ground, you rush to grab a blanket and use it to cover your whole body with only your head poking out, which makes Lip laugh at you.
You look over to him and ask, ”What?” The last of his laughs finishes, and he responds with, ”What are you doing? It’s hot tonight, yet you're covering yourself in the blanket.”
You let a small snicker and nudge him before saying, “Lip, I thought you were smart. Clearly, I need the blanket to protect as we watch this scary movie on the ground where it's easy for us to get taken. Did I mention we were on the unsafe ground?”
He shakes his head playfully at you and states, “I didn’t know you were such a scaredy cat.”
“I’m not. It's just logic.”
He scratched his head and laughed dead at your face, so you nudged him and told him, ”Stop laughing!“ He moved in a little closer, so his shoulder was touching yours and challenged you by saying, ”Or what?”
“This.” You punched Lip a few times; then, he quickly gave in and put his hands up in surrender; then, he asked, “Why do you hit so hard?”
“I just do. By the way, watch out for me because I didn’t use all my strength.”
“I guess I shouldn't mess with you.” Lip says getting close to your face.
”Damn right.“ You respond and move away from his face. Lip is about to keep it going when Carl interrupts, ”Shh! The movies is starting.” While the movie plays, they all scream here and there.
In the end, Debbie had already been gone at half the movie; however, Carl and Mandy ended up asleep. Thus, Lip had to take Carl to his room while Ian took Mandy to his bed to call it a night.
You were cleaning up the mess you’d all made pretty quickly and were about to set up the couch to sleep on when Lip came back down to with a confused expression. He stopped your movements with a touch of his hand and he asked, “What are you doing?”
You answer, ”Setting up a place to sleep.”
He shook his head seriously at you and said, “No. You can't sleep there.”
“Why?”
“I'm sure Frank will be here soon, and he will probably end up there so you know it would be weird if you slept there and you don’t know what's happened here.”
“Say no more. Where will I sleep then? I’m surprised I didn’t think of this sooner. Like your house is pretty big, but there’s so many people here.”
“I’ll show you.” He simply said. He latched onto your hand now, but you tried not to think anything of it and let him pull you along. He walked you upstairs and led you to his shared room. He stopped at his bunk. He looked up to it; then, he gave you a bright smile. You looked to his bed than at him. You shook your head and said, “No.”
”You'll sleep with me.” You let go of his hand and tried to make out a response. As you fail to do so, he gives you a soft smile before he puts a hand on your shoulder and tells you, “Hey look, it won't be weird if you don’t make it.”
You give in with an of answer, “Fine.”, and you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth.
While you were in the bathroom, Lip runs to brush his teeth downstairs. He takes a look at himself and downs some mouthwash. He rushes back upstairs. He felt hot, so he decided to take off his shirt; also, he did want to show off a bit for you.
While things with Karen wre complicated, he had to admit you had an effect on him, and he wanted to be closer to you. At the time, he’d hoped he could attract you with his body since his behavior and actions weren't cutting it.
You come back to see a sleeping Mandy, Ian, and a shirtless Lip. You can't help looking a little too long, which Lip liked. He smirks at you and asks, “Ready for bed?”
“Yeah. Whatever.”
You brush off the butterflies and go up the bed first with Lip followed after turning off the lights. You weren’t used to facing the wall, so it left you and Lip face to face.
In order to distract yourself a bit, you took out your phone to set an alarm. After you put your phone down, your eyes immediately meet his face to see him smiling at you.
You ask him, “What?”
He shrugs and responds, “I don't know I like looking at you.”
As you think he’s joking or just saying, you answer, ”Okay then.“
You were going to leave at that and sleep when he put a hand on your arm and told you, “Hey I'm serious.“
As Lip finds himself moving a strand of hair from your face, he consciously left his hand on your cheek. He looked at you like you in an adoring way you’d never seen.
Despite protesting his advances before, in the moment, when he leaned in, you wanted to kiss him just as much as he wanted to kiss you. You don’t let out another thought and just think about what you feel. You feel like you want his lips on yours.
Finally, your lips meet, and you devour each other's lips. His want for you is evident. Then, all the restraint you put behind a dam had burst. When you pull away, you're both breathless, but Lip manages the word, “Wow.”
Processing your actions, you can only ask, ”What did we just do?”
“Make out obviously. I think you were there.” You shoved him slightly gently, which made him say, ”Ow.”
“Why would you-”
“Because I wanted to.”
“You can't be doing that. You’re with Karen, and that's not changing.”
“Me and Karen are not together. You’re single so there is nothing wrong on your part.”
“It's not right.”
“So?” He lays a small kiss on your neck that spreads heat everywhere and renders you motionless to overwhelming and welcomes affliction. With every next word, he continues to kiss along your neck. “Why. does. everything. have. to. be. Right?”
With his intense gaze weakening your resolve, you shut your eyes and sigh before stating, ”Stop that.”
“But, you're enjoying it.” Even with your eyes closed, you could tell he was smiling with the beautiful smile he had, which was tempting you.
“That's not the point. I've already made myself clear.”
You go to get up, but Lip gets on top of you and says, ”Y/N...You don’t have to be so technical all the time. Just feel. I want you.”
“No.” Your shoulder was slightly exposed, so he took the chance to lay a few chase kisses before tempting and saying, “Yes.”
“No?” He kisses your lips again, and you didn’t have any more strength to fight your feelings.
While things were getting more heated, your phone took away from it as it rang. You looked to see that it was your dad on the phone. You curse under your breath, considering you didn’t ask to sleep over, and they weren’t supposed to be home. You answer it and say, “Hey dad.”
“We’re coming home early. We’ll see you soon.”
“How soon?”
“We’re in the traffic near downtown, so maybe 30 minutes or 1 hour.” You hang up.
”Shit. My folks are coming home.” You get up.
”Where are you going?”
“Home. Obviously.” You leave to go get your stuff, and Lip follows.
”At least let me drive you.” He takes Steve's keys.
“Fine.” You go out into the car, and you bounce your leg like crazy during the drive. Lip puts a hand on your thigh and tells you, ”I’ll get you home, don’t worry.”
“Just drop me off, and I’ll get home. Thank you, Lip.” You go to get out when he says, “No. I have to make sure you get inside.”
“Li-” You look to the location on your phone to see them very close.
As Lip finishes parking, you quickly get your keys inside, and you drag Lip inside. You lock the door and rush upstairs with Lip behind you.
You could hear the car lock and knew they’d come check on you. ”Where can I hide you? He’ll come in here first.” You hear the door close downstairs. ”Shit. Get in the covers.”
You throw one of the pillows to the floor, and you snuggle with Lip. You hear the door open. Lip could hear and feel how scared your heart was as he laid on your chest. Whoever came in seemed to come in really quick and leave. You let out a sigh of relief and wait a while until you could hear them downstairs. Finally, you sit up and detangle yourself.
“That was terrifying.”
“What’s the worst that could have happened?”
“Who knows?”
“You don’t get out much do you?”
“Not like this. Now, you have to go.”
“Do I really have to?” He comes up to you and holds your hands. You shake your hands away from him and open the window. You give him a nod to the window and tell him, “Go. My roof leads to the other roof, and it leads to the garbage can, and lastly the drawer.”
“Fine.”
“Thank you.“
He smiled at you and commented, “I think I’ll have to use this route again.”
You couldn’t help responding with a smile and laugh. You move in closer as he actually goes out the window to make sure he’s okay.
With you being so close, he turned around toward you and expressed, ”Wait. One more thing.”
You give him a confused look, but you wait nonetheless. You watch as one of his hands holds onto the window ledge, so you were surprised when he suddenly pulls you gently by the neck to kiss you. You move back, despite the content of the moment. You throw a shoe toward him, which makes him fall on the roof. You hear him say, “Fuck,” in a surprisingly upbeat tone. You stick your head out to see if he was okay, and he stood there with a smile. ”Fuck.” You shake your head at him and reveal in the feeling only he seemed to provoke from you.
Lip Gallagher Imagine/Preference when you wear makeup for someone else, and he has feelings for you.
I know I haven’t been posting as much. I just started working and doing school at the same time. It’s a little difficult, but I’m working on it. Also, I’m working on multiple pieces, and I will try to write for more fandoms. I have some on the way, but for now, I have this Lip one. I hope you enjoy this Lip post. It’s a bit sweet and angsty. I’ve loved Shameless for a while. Any criticisms are welcomed as always.
Only background needed is that Lip and you are pretty close friends, and you were almost together. However, while things were complicated, you’re relationship suffered a bit, so you both got hurt a lot. Now, you guys are just friends, but you hold a place in Lip’s heart.
As you were getting ready for a date, a knock came to your apartment door. You walked over to the door to look into your peep hole to see Lip. You let out a small huff before reluctantly opening the door. Lip walked right in without giving you so much as a glance.
You give him a look and say, “What’s up? I told you I had a date today. Why are you here?“
He turns around to meet your eyes; however, his eyes quickly travel to the rest of your face. After reviewing your face, he can't help snicker before responding, “What’s up with me? What’s up with your face? What are you wearing all of that for?” He steps forward with a teasing index finger.
You slap his hand away as it’s about to touch you and answer, “I’m trying to look nice.”
“You failed in the face department,'' He said as he gestured to your face. You dart over to the mirror with a gasp leaving your lips as you begin to look over the work you'd done.
While not being too sure where the issue was, you couldn't help needing to know what he was talking about and asked, “Why? Is it not blended enough? Colors are off?”
“Everything is wrong.”
“You can't be serious. It took me forever to do. Stop messing with me. It's not funny.”
“I’m not messing with you. If the goal was to make an improvement, mission failed.”
“Lip-Are you going to tell me or not? My date will be here soon. Suddenly, he states, “It’s ridiculous.”
You look over to him and ask, “What is?”
“You’re makeup. Not that you did parts of it wrong or whatever, but you don’t need it. You failed in trying to look better because I think you look best all natural.”
“Lip, that’s sweet and all, but-”
Lip takes a step forward and puts a hand on your hand. He meets your eyes, and he tells you sincerely, “You can’t ask me to tell you that you’ve improved, especially not when you did all this for someone besides yourself.”
He recognized the hold he had on you; however, he could also see the hurt reflect in your eyes from the times he’d should’ve done better. You never dated but he knows you could've if it hadn't been for his way of love. Since he hurt you, you were reluctant in his affection as you pulled away from him, which he understood.
You sighed before trying to protest; however, your phone buzzing interrupted with a message from him.
As you read the illuminated screen, you just stated, “They aren’t coming…”
You slumped down a bit and walked past him towards your dresser for a change of clothes. Lip stood unsure with what to do with himself. Well, that’s actually a lie, he held the words close to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to utter them. Instead, he said, “He’s an idiot.”
You responded with, “I’m gonna change. Be right back…”
“I’m staying…” You didn’t respond and simply made your way over to the bathroom to change. As you closed the door, he found himself saying, “I’m serious about what I said.”
When you came out, you got a blanket to drape over yourself and conceal almost your whole body. Then, you turned on the tv and sat on your bed. When Lip walked over to sit next to you, he expressed concern about your still painted face, so he said, “You’re not taking the makeup off? I just poured my soul to you about it.”
”I will...later. I spent hours learning how to do it. I’m going to wear it a little longer.”
He left it at that, but would be lying if he said he didn’t think you were upset. You two watched movies and munched on food for a while until sleep found you.
He rose from his position next to you before he got up to lower the tv’s volume, put the food away, and gathered supplies to clean your face with. He took a makeup wipe and did his best to remove the make up with a gentle touch. Then, he grabbed a wet towel to barely graze your skin with, and he found himself entranced with every detail on your face.
When he realized his behavior, he wrapped up the clean up. He had the thought to leave, but he really didn’t want to. Instead, he laid next to you. Lip leaned against his arm to stare for a second. Instinctively, he laid a hand on your face. He especially loved the peaceful look on your face, which left him mesmerized.
