Marigold with Lip Gallagher? đź’ž
pairing - lip gallagher x reader
prompt - “you’re naive if you think they just want to be your friend”
where to request - here!
summary - after a small fight about wanting to keep this a secret, lip isn’t happy about your new study date
“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.”
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