crush!gene gallagher x fem!reader
lennon gallagher x bff!reader
Summary : Y/n had been friends with Lennon Gallagher for as far back as she could remember and she'd had a crush on his younger brother for a good proportion of her teenage years. When a quick job comes up, y/n finds Gene being the only help she can get. Will the alone time bring about something between the two ?
Warning : not proof read.
Y/n had had a crush on her bestfriend's brother for at least five years.
He was a year younger than her, four inches taller and had messy, mousy brown hair, a feature which was a stark contrast to his eye blue eyes and pale skin. The perfect photography model in her mind.
As much as she loved them, those eyes had been the thing to get her into this mess to start with !
Pleading was not her strong point, slapping her friend around the head intill he gave up his denying on the other hand...
" 'm sorry y/n/n but i've got prior comitments, and these guys are actully paying me so."
"I pay you in friendship !"
"Friendship isn't accepted in my morgage contract y/n/n. Look i've gotta go but i'm sure Gene wouldn't mind doing some modeling for you. Plus, he'll probably just do it for a big mac instead of a meal out at Harrods."
With that, he hung up the call. He hung up on her !
Y/n threw her phone down onto the ruffled up, baby blue bedding. She wouldn't usually object to using Gene as her model, sometimes she didn't even need to get him a big mac, just some fries and a coke would be sufficient for him most of the times when she appeared out of nowhere and asked for a short notice shoot.
She was a photographer for a late teens magazine and her boss had asked of she could get some shots in a lockdown style, but that meant that her plan had been to get pictures of Lennon lounging about on her carefully layed out mess set, which was also her bedroom. The plan for the lockdown memorbilia shoot was to have her bestie in joggers, hair messy and shirt thrown on the floor whilst he layed and prettily watched tele on her laptop. There was no way she'd let Gene into her bedroom, nevermind letting him into her bedroom being shirtless.
She bit her cheek hard, a look of complain filling her eyes.
She needed these pictures, she could be fired if she didn't get them for the article.
After a good half an hour of thought, she decided that having to be with Gene by herself was the latter of two evils, being fired was not something she wanted to be dealing with right now.
Another five minutes was used up by her trying to find courage within herself to actually ring Gene, texting wasn't one of her strong points.
An agonising four rings echoed slower than a tortoise, her lip being bit nervously by her teeth. The phone suddenly picked up a gruff voice.
Y/n was taken back by the grumpy shout being the first thing said. She took a deep breath in and gave a nervous 'ha'
She could hear ruffleing on the other side, his voice suddenly becoming nicer.
"Oh hi Y/n/n. Sorry, I thought you would be Lennon. What's up ?"
Why would she be Lennon ? Anyways,
"Oh not much. I was just wondering if you'd be cool for coming over to mine today. I know it's short notice, like really short notice, but I kinda need help with a photoshoot."
She could hear more ruffleing around and a cough before he spoke again, stuttering over his words for some reason.
"Urm yeah that's fine, fine by me like i've nothing on. Urm, urm what time do you need me over by ?"
"Anytime from now to seven would be good if that's alright ? Oh and could you also bring some lounge clothes ? It's a lockdown themed shoot."
A hum came through from Gene, also the sound of a door opening and beung slammed shut before the sound of it opening again.
"Yep, okay. Is it okay if i'm over in like, I don't know like a hour ?"
"Yeah that'll be perfect. Thanks so much Gene, you're literally a life saver."
A laugh echoed through the speakers.
"Okay dokey, I'll see you at Eleven then. Bye !"
A 'see yah' was muttered over before y/n hung up. She instantly started cursing herself for hanging up too quickly, slamming her head against a door.
Gene was slouched on one of his mate's bedroom couches having a fifa tornament against Noah when his phone started viberating next to him, the screen lighting up with a background picture of his halfbrother's bestfriend which he'd screen shotted from her Whatsapp profile.
He paused the game, a complaint from Noah sounding, and answered the call, expecting Lennon to have lost his phone or left it at their dad's or something Lennon-like like that.
His face danced on a boarderline white tone when the voice coming through was y/n's, aka the girl he'd been pratically in love with since he was ten. She was a year older than him and was literally the perfectest person he'd ever seen. The way her y/h/l y/h/c hair always seemed to look perfect, evwn on your bad hair days when he'd seen you around his dad's to probably bully Lennon. The way her eyelashes curled naturally. The way she teased his brother with him. Perfect all round.
"Oh hi Y/n/n. Sorry, I thought you would be Lennon. What's up ?"
No ! Why did he call you y/n/n ?! His vouce was all crackleing with surprise, causing Noah to take more interest in his conversation.
"Oh not much. I was just wondering if you'd be cool for coming over to mine today. I know it's short notice, like really short notice, but I kinda need help with a photoshoot."
"Urm yeah that's fine, fine by me like i've nothing on."
Noah shot him an offended look, gesturing vigerously to the half played football match plastered on the tele. He ended up punching his friend in the stomach to stop him being a distraction.
"Urm, urm what time do you need me over by ?"
"Anytime from now to seven would be good if that's alright ? Oh and could you also bring some lounge clothes ? It's a lockdown themed shoot."
So he needed to run to his mum's seeing how she lived closest to Noah, take the quickest shower known to mankind and get changed into something nice as well as taking a change of clothes with him, probably just a pair of joggers and a band tee, before getting you y/n's. That made her seem so much older than him, she was a proper adult, with her own actual home and a morgage !
He jumped out of his seat, grabbing the backpack he'd thrown on Noah's bed and noting to his mate that he was leaving. Just as soon as he shut his friend's bedroom door and started rushing down the staircase, Noah started following with an eagerness to learn what Gene was so quick to leave for all of a sudden.
"Yep, okay. Is it okay if i'm over in like, I don't know like a hour ?"
"Yeah that'll be perfect. Thanks so much Gene, you're literally a life saver."
He illuminated a rose shade at her words. She thought he was a life saver.
"Okay dokey, I'll see you at Eleven then. Bye !"
The mulletted model followed his friend down the stairs, confusion on his face.
"Gene where are you going mate ?"
Noah rolled his eyes as his friend slammed the front door closed, the fuzzy figure through the window of the white plastic making it's way down the drive and past the metal gate. Gene had been head over heels Lennon's friend for as long as he could remember and he'd recently found him ditching him and Sonny more and more to 'help' the photographer.
All that could be seen in y/n's flat was a blur of human running around like a headless chicken.
She hadn't accounted in time for cleaning all her stuff up from the livingroom and kitchen seeing how Lennon couldn't care less if he tryed. But for Gene, she needed to look put together.
Her clean washing was actually put away in their draws. The dishes where washed and put away. The couch was hoovered !
Her phone buzzed before 'Bye Bye Bye' started playing, her alarm to go and get Gene some food. She had his order saved on her notes due to how often she'd go to the fast food resteraunt for the boys.
The trip was nothing less than heptic; tazi being late, rain being on and off, McDonalds being stacked to the brim with bratty teenagers, the advoidance of the chav spiecies. When y/n made it to her floor's door she found a tall figure in blue jeans and a the Undertones tee, a bag thrown over his shoulders and a blue adidas hoodie hanging around his waist.
"Sorry i'm late, didn't want you to starve."
He gave a low chuckle as she bumped past him with a brown paper bag, the yellow 'm' standing out, and unlocked the door with the Belle key. He still found it adorable that she couldn't tell her keys apart so always got them cut out of different disney characters, her key for Lennon's was Tramp.
"Don't fuss, i've literally just got here."
That was a blatent lie, he'd been stood outside playing flappy bird for eight minutes.
He shut the door behind him whilst y/n put he food bag on the top of the kitchen counter. Gene let his eyes wonder around her place, he only came occationally with Lennon but he always love how she couldn't not change everything around at least once a month.
"Gene-o, i'm always making one."
As she pushed the button down on the kettle, he started raiding the bag. He always found it amazing how she got his order spot on every time.
As blue light flowed through the clear machine, water jumping about, y/n sat herself on the counter opposite Gene, beging to explain the consept of the photoshoot.
"So it's basically you taking photos whilst I be lazy ?"
Just as the conversation began to become awkward, the ping from the kettle allowed y/n to change topic.
She gave a nod. She knew he had sugar. She'd already put it in the ceramic blue mug.
Y/n was a hour into the shoot with Gene, her camera swinging a bit on her neck as she adjusted the bleach blonde's hair.
Gene forced his face to not turn hot pink as y/n moved him in small amounts between each dozen photos. She had a weird affect on him, a dizzy affect which sent him crazy.
She gave a when as his hair fell on his face just after she'd fixed it for the angle she was working on at the moment.
He loved how she said his name, the nickname that only she was allowed to call him. Lennon had tryed it once and ended up in A&E for the night with a broken nose, but she didn't need to know that.
She flopped onto the bed, it being big enough that she wasn't too close to him that she'd break out in a blush. When she did so, the nineteen year old found his way out of the uncomfortable position of being leant up on his elbows.
"Think it's time for a break ?"
Her y/e/c irises looked up as her head tilted, find thing she met was his pale, almost ice like, blue eyes. She immeduatly headbutted back into the matress so he wouldn't catch her blush.
He finished the conversation by himself, clapping his hands and going to get his now cold maccies chips.
When y/n had worked up the energy to move, the two ended up slouched on her lip shaped couch watching one of the greatest british t.v. shows know to mankind, Jeremy Kyle.
Y/n turned to face Gene, the tele becoming background noise to their conversation.
"If your dad wasn't famous, you'd be on this ?"
With his family's lay out there was no way he wouldn't be on it.
Y/n thought about his question, tilting her head slightly and biting her lip. Her mum had had four kids with three different men, one set of twins. Y/n was the youngest and the only girl. She had one sibling that wasn't her mum's, her youngest brother. He was her half-brother and her uncle so there was no way she would be able to escape the program. Long story short, her dad wanted to piss her mum off so got with y/n's nan. Her nan was only fifthteen years older than her mum and her dad was eight years older than her mum so they actually made a decent couple, y'know minus the already kinda being related thing.
As Gene went to go and turn on a new episode seeing how the credits had started rolling, he catched y/n's eyes again.
The action brought them both weak. Y/n couldn't help herself at that point. It was like a magnet was pulling her towards him. As their lips slowly attatched themselves to each other.
She didn't know if she was suposed to stop seeing how she didn't react much. He didn't do anything when their eyes met, his arctic ones hitting hers, nor when she held his jaw softly and depthened the kiss.
After a good ten seconds she pulled away, looking forwards to see the star-eyed man looking off into thin air.
"Sorry, about that Gene-o ."
"No, no don't apologise."
Y/n was about to question why she shouldn't apologise when his action answered her.
She felt his hands fall onto her waist and a force pull her back towards the other body on the art accessory couch.
