#shameless reader insert

“That’s what I said! How could you openly leave all that weed in your backpack going to a place you can obviously assume you’ll get checked!” You threw your arms in the air, shaking your head as your legs were thrown across your friends, lying comfortably on the couch.

You copied down notes on the most current, boring, words from your history teacher, trying to memorize the important facts while scribbling in hopes to make the studying process much shorter. Ian just shook his head at your words, telling you the recent stories he’d heard whispers of in regards to fellow idiotic students. He sipped on his cold soda, the radio blaring some older 90s music as you both went on with your homework.

“I was thinking the same, he’s the idiot of that bunch,” the redhead agreed, now looking over a pamphlet that informed new attendants about certain extras ROTC had offered. “You think I could get gang banged doing this?”

Your pencil dropped from your hand, quickly looking over at the boy who was just innocently reading the rest of the words on the short page. “I’ve heard a lot of stupid shit today, but that might take first place,” you laughed, watching his face heat up in embarrassment.

“I’m not saying I want it to happen or anything, just, you know.”

“I don’t.”

“Never mind,” he shook his head, your laugh still resounding throughout the house. Carl was currently seated in the kitchen, melting action figures as Debbie was typing away at some computer not too far from where you both were chatting about… more mature topics.

“Watch what you say, Ian Gallagher, there are children,” you pretended to scold, placing a hand on your heart and playing a look of disappointment.

“What did you do now?” Lip walked into the room, a beer freshly opened as he pushed your legs off of Ian, taking a seat down in the middle between you two. “Hm?”

“Nothing,” Ian shook his head, still having red cheeks that resembled his hair, you couldn’t help but laugh a bit more at the image.

“What’s so funny?” he looked at the both of you, spending a bit more time to study your features before getting back to trying to decipher this odd situation. “Come on, tell me.”

“Nothing, Lip,” you hummed, picking the pencil back up and swinging your feet over to land in some of his lap now. You went back to the writing, letting the music play in the background as Lip and Ian both stared at your new placement in confusion. Both were for different reasons, one wondering what that could mean, and the other, just caught a bit off guard. “Sorry,” you whispered, catching on to the silence and putting your feet back down.

“You join that club yet?” Lip let his eyes fall onto his brother, the one silently critiquing your action. “Gonna be a big army man,” Lip smiled, shoving Ians shoulder a bit with a small grin.

“It’ll be great, shoot all those bastards,” he smiled, the two boys laughing. You happily listened to them chat about small things, the mood going back to one of comfort as you finished up your actions only to look up with the offering of a cigarette.

“Want a drag?” Lip held it between his pointer and middle finger, waiting for your hands to reach up and grasp it. You felt the slightly wetter tip, a place where Lips’ lips had just been a moment ago.

“Thanks,” you fully picked it from him, quickly inhaling the nicotine while looking over at Lip, his hand slowly moving to lightly touch the side of your knee, his short nail tapping at it while staring at your own lips. “Here.”

He took it back, taking another drag and reaching over to the table, trying to grab the ashtray. He lightly hit the cigarette to the side, watching the ashes fall before leaning back, your short full view of Ian now disappearing with the image of Lip once again. It seemed to secretly reassemble many things with a relationship you were currently in.

“What’s new with the brilliant, Y/n?”

“Trying to beat your test scores, only one year behind you," you reminded him, handing him the current sheet your pencil was scribbling on, letting him look over your work. "I'll get them one day, trust me."

"Well, not today, number nine is wrong," he quickly circled it over twice, a small tsk leaving his lips as you took the paper, confusion and embarrassment settling in your own gut. "Don't worry, you'll get it eventually. I mean, keep getting ones like that wrong and the only way you'll be graduating with grades like those will be from sucking the teachers dick."

“You’re so annoying, as if you didn’t try to fuck one of the teachers,” you shoved his shoulder, rolling your eyes and gathering your things to stand up. “I’ve gotta go, see you all at school,” stuffing the notebook and pencils into the green bag, you swung it over your shoulder, bending down to place a small kiss on Ian’s cheek and heading out the front door.

The cold air quickly caught you off guard, goosebumps arising on your uncovered arms. You walked down the first step, looking at how the snow was starting to flutter around the home, landing and gathering onto the dead grass as laughter was heard inside the building you’d just left.

It was oddly comforting to be in that home, the love and friendship that surrounded the family, that they had for each other, it was something that made it more peaceful there than your own. For just a moment, you stayed on that step, peering through the little crack in the windows, now Debby was in the room laughing as Liam had some sort of food on his face, making him look a bit silly.

“What are you doing?” the eldest male stepped out, lightly shutting the front door behind him, rubbing his hands up and down his arms in search for some warmth. You looked back at him questionably and shook your head.

“Heading home, sorry, the wind caught me off guard,” tightening the bag around your shoulder, you took the next couple steps down before a hand had clasped itself around your wrist. “Yeah?”

“You could just stay the night,” he let go, knowing he had captured your attention. “Grab a few drinks, jacket, sit out here for a bit.”

“Ian would realize something is going on,” you sighed, contemplating his words, but it seemed as though there were too many cons rather than pros for something like that.

“Who cares?”

“I do.”

“I don’t. I don’t even get why you do?” he took a step back, you could see the anger spreading throughout his gaze. It wasn’t unknown that the teenager had some issues with controlling things such as that. “You’re such a fucking pussy, all afraid and shit, this isn’t worth it,” he fumed, running his hand through his hair with a frustrated sigh. “I’m not-”

“I’ve got to go, I can’t argue. Maybe, maybe we should stop all this,” You let your feet lead you off the rest of the steps, landing on the sidewalk and making your way to follow the way home.

Lip could swear that once your feet hit the sidewalk the wind seemed to blow a bit more, seemed harsher and more uncontrolled. He didn’t believe in the supernatural, in a God. If there was one, wouldn’t they of helped him out sooner?

Sometimes he let his anger get the best of him, like now, and in so many other situations. He was so sick of having to deal with what got thrown his way, he wanted to fight it, he wanted to kill it. But, he didn’t want to kill your relationship, he’d been dealt shitty cards, wanted to redraw, and he didn’t want your somewhat secretive and odd relationship to be one like his last.

His grip on the front door knob was strong, harshly pulling it open and angrily kicking his boots off. The giggling that once erupted from the home took a pause, all staring at the new emotions he was emitting. He took fast steps towards the fridge to pull out a beer and start chugging most of its contents down.

“What’s wrong with you?” Ian had walked over, reaching for a drink of his own as he watched his brother.

“Nothing, I’m going upstairs, got shit to do,” he shook his head, grabbing a new bottle and throwing the other one in the open, overflowing trash.

It was still freezing the next day, your coat was fastened tightly around your figure, it was just a shame there was a gaping hole in the arm, letting the cold air still invade your skin.

You watched the two Gallagher’s and Mandy enter the high school in the morning, talking and chatting without a care, yet you weren’t prepared to indulge in a exchange like that, just rushing to your first class.

It wasn’t until you’d received a message, one alerting you to come to the bathroom quickly, that you actually decided to crush the nerves. Opening the swinging door, you noticed the three all sitting and standing by the sinks, a cigarette resting in between the lips of two of them.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, hesitantly stepping over, letting your feet drag in the slightest and avoiding the gaze of one. “Said it was a emergency.”

“Where were you this morning?” Mandy questioned, hoping off from her seating and rushing to wrap you in her arms. “You look a mess, I’ve got some mascara, and we could easily clean up the mess under your eye.”

“No thanks.”

“We’re heading over to my place after school, going to need some money coming up. You could help join Lip with his homework gig,” Ian revealed, handing you the smoke. “What do you think?”

“I can’t come after school.”

“Why?”

“I’ve got some studying to do, promised Jayden I’d help him with it,” you took a drag, the smoke filling your lungs seemed to help calm any leftover nerves, though a different type of substance would’ve done it better.

“Jayden, from history?” Mandy clarified, giggling herself before you were back in her arms. “He so likes you!”

“No, no,” you shook your head, taking another drag and leaning against a sink. “He’s dating that other girl.”

“She went to juvie, plus, I see the way he stares at you all the time. He so wants to hit that.”

“We’re just friends,” you handed back the cigarette, looking over at them with a stupid grin as you imagined the stupid boy liking you.

“You’re naive if you think they just want to be your friend,” Lip laughed, crushing the butt of his cigarette on the inside of the sink, turning it on to wash the ashes down as he looked back at you. “That guy doesn’t have friends, that’s his third year of being in that grade, why do you think that is?”

“Well, because he’s not smart, that’s why I told him I’d help him study,” you looked at Lip as if he was being a idiot, turning to your other two friends you went on, “Plus he said he’d let me try a little something his brother sells for the help.”

“Make sure to share,” Mandy winked, turning to the cracked mirror to try and apply a darker pink lip gloss, puckering her lips as you looked at her through the mirror, seeing a staring Gallagher having his eyes trained on you. “Ian and I gotta get back, our english teacher is such a ass.”

“Yeah, she’s right,” he agreed, pushing off from his spot on the sink and walking towards his brother. The two fist bumped before he walked over to you, a quick ruffle of your hair and the both left you and Lip alone in the abandoned bathroom.

“You aren’t really gonna study with him, right?” Lip moved closer to stand by you, his hands simply sitting inside his pockets, looking expectantly at you.

“Well, yeah, free shit for it,” you reminded him. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“No reason, you do whatever the fuck you want,” he sighed, fingers finding their place back in his hairs, the blond curls moving back and brows furrowing.

“I just didn’t want to tell, Ian. That’s all. Who knows how he’ll react to his best friend trying to get with his brother, he’s goes through enough, we all do, enough that it’s not worse causing a break in a important relationship.”

“Fuck. Don’t you see? It’s causing one in ours.”

“I don’t want that! I’m just nervous, okay?” you lowered your voice, trying to control the frustrated emotions that were beginning to get stronger. You let him step even closer and he softly reached over, bringing his hand to your cheek. “I like you too, Lip. But with our fucked up lives, I don’t want any more stupid drama.”

“You worry so fucking much,” he laughed, pulling your face closer to his own to connect his lips with yours. They quickly mended together, his hand reaching for your waist in a attempt to squeeze it. “I missed that,” he muttered once pulling away, a goofy grin on his plush lips.

“Me too,” you nodded as Lip pulled you into his side, kissing your cheek.

“Let’s get this day over with, and come after school, we can have some real fun.”

“Guess I should cancel with Jayden.”

“Damn right you should.”

“No. Maybe it’s the fact that you literally think with your fists half the time!” You yelled, arms flaring as Lip just stood there with his cheeks flushing in a bit of embarrassment and much anger.

It wasn’t a normal occurrence for the two of you to have a fight, both having a special sort of connection and trying to be realistic by talking out your problems, not wanting to be like your parents and such. But there were just certain topics/conversations that just caused all of those values to be whisked away, and one of them were happening today.

Earlier on, you were talking to Lip while relaxing in his room with his brother Ian and Ian’s friend Mandy.

“I don’t get why Mr. Lucland can’t just fucking say the right word, he’s a english teacher for fucks sake,” Lip ranted, rubbing his temple after throwing his pencil a bit of ways.

You silently chuckled, staring down at your book while you finished writing up some notes. Then peering over at the mean who was speaking while on your stomach at the top of his bunk bed, him sitting on the floor.

“It’s not like he actually has a degree,” You reminded him, rolling your eyes. “Or actually worked for it, didn’t he just fuck the professors or something..?”

“I thought that was just a rumor,” Ian chimed in, him and mandy playing a slapping game with their hands before Lip stuck his hand deep in his pocket to pull out his pack of cheap cigarettes.

“Nope, I heard from a guy I used to hook up with who went to that same college that you really can graduate by hooking up,” Mandy revealed, sitting up more in Ian’s bed to tell the news, changing from her slouched position.

“He’s practically a perv,” You rolled your eyes. “Looked up that Sarah bitches skirt, hate her, but I hate him more,” You nodded to yourself, getting off of the top bunk to grab a cigarette from Lip. You placed it in between your lips, Phillip lighting it up as you took a breath in and transferred it to be held between your fingers, smiling small at him.

“Hate her too,” He agreed, nodding a bit, just staring at your eyes before quickly averting his attention back to getting his own cigarette lit and tossing the pack to Ian and Mandy, then grabbing out the ash tray.

“She’s the one who, um, didn’t she post that picture of you in a bra?” Mandy questioned, taking a drag of her own while leaning onto Ian’s shoulder a bit.

“Yeah, fucking bitch, had some mark on my chest and got made fun of for a few months,” You remembered, cursing to yourself. “I was only in middle school, I don’t know how the hell she got that picture.”

“Now, you’ve got a super nice rack,” Lip winked at you as you just smacked his shoulder a bit.

“Whatever, I’ve got to get going soon,” You hit the cigarette to the side of the tray, letting the ashes flutter down into it, moving the lung killer back to your mouth to once again inhale.

“Where’s that?”

“Back home, shit to do,” You shrugged, flicking the last of your cigarette into the tray before gathering some of your things that still lied on the top bunk.

“Stay a bit longer?” Lip moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you just continued to pull all your papers together.

“Nah,” You shook your head, now stuffing them in your bag. “Got to g-” You turned back around, facing him, as he stole your lips for a kiss. The nicotine from his mouth mixing with your own to make the taste even stronger.

“Get a room!” Ian joked, laughing as Mandy threw a pillow at Lip’s back. You both pulled away, looking back at them, you with a grin and Lip with a annoyed look.

“We still on for getting those shirts?” Mandy questioned as you moved over to her, taking your gloves that lied by where she was sitting, sliding them onto your fingers.

“Shit yeah,” You agreed, giving her a high-five and then moving to ruffle Ian’s hair before going to the door. “Bye!” You waved, letting Lip follow you to the front door of the house and the steps adorning it.

You took a breath of the fresh air before turning back to say your goodbyes to your boyfriend.

“See you at school,” You kissed his lips quickly, turning back around and walking down the steps.

“Head to your house after?” He asked, sitting on the step as you continued to walk down the sidewalk.

“I don’t think so,” You chimed back, fixing the gloves around your fingers before continuing down the sidewalk and the path to your home.

Upon arriving, all you could make out was yelling being done by your father, cigarin between his lips as your younger brother sat in front of him with tear stains on his cheeks. You quickly rushed in, moving near him and looking off at him with a look of worry.

“What the hell took so long?” Your father questioned, irritation showing on his features and raspiness of his voice due to the years of smoking. He gave up on your younger brother and walked back to the couch to sit on the chair. “You have duties as the only woman so fuckin’ fulfill it!” He kept going, grabbing the remote and quickly turning the TV on.

You silently cursed in your head, helping your brother up and guiding him to the kitchen.

“It’s okay,” You silently cooed, grabbing a rag and running it under the water to wipe at his cheeks a bit, the cooling pulling him back, and kissing the top of his head. “You’re okay now. Go upstairs and play, I’ll call you when it’s dinner,” You tried to smile at him.

Getting some pots of water boiling, and looking for some easy and quick foods to make, all being cheap items due to the little income your home was making, you tried to work with it, making a meal for three.

Finally setting the table, and putting the food onto the plates, you told your father the news of the meal being done, then walking up the stairs to retrieve your brother and tell him.

You all ate dinner in silence, waiting for your father to finish and leave before you chatted with your brother. It was always more comforting without the older man there.

Once you were finished cleaning up you travelled up the steps, shutting your door lightly and grabbing some paperwork from your bag, putting some aside and working on certain parts.

After about a hour, you heard little knocks at your window. You had already put your brother to bed, your father now sleeping as well, and wanting some extra time to do searching for extra jobs.

You moved over to the window, looking out of the scratched up glass, opening it up more and peering down at your boyfriend who stood with another pebble in his hand and cocky grin on his lips.

“Let me up,” He spoke, another pebble ready to be aimed up there.

“What? Now!” You quietly exclaimed, enough for him to hear you but not your father down the hall. “Are you fucking crazy?”

“Come on!” Rolling your eyes, you shut the window, quietly creeping down the steps and to your back door to meet Lip at the side of the house. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you. Quick fuck or something?”

“Lip. Don’t joke around, I told you, you have to warn me before coming, now is a risky time.”

“Why are you getting so pissed?”

“You can’t be here, that’s fucking why!”

“How come? It’s always my place, even fucking Mandy’s, but never yours? Do you seriously not want me to see your home, scared, we live in the south side I’m not expecting you to live in a mansion.”

“I know that asshole. I obviously know that. My father is a bitch, and I just don’t want you to meet him.”

“You embarrassed of me?”

“No. Ever think that maybe it’s the fact that you literally think with your fists half the time!” You yelled, slightly wincing at the thought of your father hearing you.

“Is that how you think of me? Some fighter? I don’t just think with my fists, it’s not like half the time you just think about yourself. Not me!”

“I do. I think about you by not allowing you to come to my home, why can’t you see that? I have to do this.” You sighed, sitting down on the road with your tattered pajama pants on, putting your head in your hands. “I try at least.”

You looked back up to see a different glimmer in Lips eyes, one that seemed more calm than filled with anger, like taking a refreshing breath after a claustrophobic state. He seemed much calmer.

“Yeah, you do,” He agreed, voice much quieter and smoother, sitting down besides you in his blue jeans, hands on his knees as he slowly looked towards you. “You do.”

“I’m sorry.” You looked back at him as he moved a hand to your other hand, holding it in his grip. “I should explain my life a bit more than leave you in the dark.”

“That would be nice,” He smiled, rubbing his hair a bit with his free hand. “We both know I don’t have a perfect one.”

“True,” You giggled, him laughing as well. “I mean Carl flirts with me while trying to cook a rabbit he found.”

“Yeah, hopefully he’ll grow out of that,” Lip laughed, both of you remembering the exact time. “Hopefully.”

“And Frank.”

“Fucking Frank,” You both said at the same time.

“Now, will I be able to make fun of some of the shit heads in your family too?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Sure you can, cause I’ve got a few too, trust me.” You both looked at the night sky for a moment, relishing in each other’s company, and your fight being over. “Since you’re here…”

“You look kind of sexy in the moonlight. The way the light shines on your lips make them so much more alluring.”

“Look at you, Lip the poet, doing all those essays on poems really come through, huh?”

“Sure. But, I can come up with some real lyrics when I’m rounding my clim-”