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maybe drunk frank harassing reader which ends up in an injury of some sort and carl gets all protective :D

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It was late at night that you were waiting for Carl to get back from his shenanigans.

Everyone went off to bed not minding you as usual. You were on the table, sat down in front of the tv as you put popcorn in your mouth. As the door clicked, your mouth quivered into a smile;it quickly fell from your face as it wasn’t Carl but Frank. You looked back to the tv not paying any mind to him when he snatched the popcorn out of your hands and made not only a mess, but he made the table wobble. You stood up exclaiming, “Hey!” Frank laughed drunkenly and plopped on the couch behind you as he commented back, “These kernels were-“ he smooched the tip of his finger and finished saying, “microwaved to perfection.” He smirked and gave a playful wink. Your face scrunched up, and you made your way over to the kitchen quietly and opened the fridge. You heard Frank's stomps near and peered over the fridge door. He was standing right in front of the door with a loopy smile and commented, “Sweetheart, you're glowing.”

“I think that’s just the refrigerator and the alcohol talking.” You feel too disgusted by the comment to get something to eat from the fridge, and you walk over to the sink to get a cup of water. Frank nears, and you immediately hold your arm up for some separation.

“Playing hard to get? That only makes guys want more, you know. You're young so you don’t know it yet, so let me be the first. Also, let me tell you one other thing…” Frank strided forward, and it left the sink preventing you from getting any more space; suddenly, you're scared until your hand touches the knife head on, and you wince. “Beautiful.” With those words, you shoved Frank back and took hold of the knife the right way this time. Frank backed away and held his hands up playfully and said, “Alright. I can take a hint. You just want a little space.” He smiles with closed eyes.

You can’t believe that he has the audacity to say more when you yell, “More like a lot of space. Back the hell back!”

“Shhh! People are sleeping. You need to relax.”

The door opens, and it looks bad. You stand on guard with Frank smiling towards you. Carl only needed one second to recognize the situation before he charged forward and tackles Frank.

He shouts, “Hell nah!”

He starts throwing fists anywhere and everywhere that he can reach at full force. You stand in place until you drop the knife and rush forward to get Carl to calm. You gave him something of a back hug, but your arms were on his shoulder crossed on his chest. He stilled after feeling and seeing the blood on your hands. He shoved Frank down roughly before easing to his feet and turning towards you.

He cooed, “Baby, let me see.”

One hand tugged you in by the clothes to be against him as he led you farther from Frank and into the living room. You felt him breathe harshly as his chest rose and sank in rapidly. You used your free hand to rub his shoulder.

Some of the siblings had roused from slumber. Some took a glance and walked off. Others gave it a second before accepting it and going upstairs. However, Carl paid no mind, and you were his only concern.

You tried to reassure, “Carl, I'm fine.”

“No. I'm so sorry.”

“What? You didn’t do it.”

“But-“

“Nope. By that knowledge, these-“ You caressed his hand with your uninjured hand since he wouldn’t release the injured one and continued, “would it be my fault?”

“It’s -“

“Not. Exactly.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Are you okay?”

“No.” He started breathing harshly again, and you pulled him into a hug. His face barred itself into the crook of your neck, and you nuzzled into his shoulder. He left a small kiss on your neck. You couldn't help smiling at the action. He pulled you into him and led you upstairs. He had you sit on the edge of the tub before he searched frantically for first aid. As he pulled it out, you stood up and washed your hand even with Carl’s eyes protesting. You shushed him softly and said, “I can clean it at least.” He nodded. He helped you sit down against despite you having no troubles. He treated you as if you’ll break from one wrong move. He was sweating roughly, and you wiped at his brow with the sleeve of your uninjured hand. He moved away with a smile and joked, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“You already are.” You smiled. He starts bandaging your hands, and his hands start to shake as he admits, “I should kill him.” You hugged him after he finished and hugged him close. His head goes into your stomach and you say, “Everything’s okay.” He lifts his head and purses his lips at you. “What?”

He whined slightly, “You know.” You smiled and kissed his lips cuddling like that for a good while.

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Y/N’s P.O.V

Living with the Gallaghers was natural to me, I’d spent every waking moment of my childhood in that house so I used to being surrounded with the craziness that came with the family. I slotted perfectly into the order of things, or as perfectly as I could in a house that had no order, and nobody talked about my parents and what had happened so I was happy enough.

 Carl, as I expected, wanted to put them six feet under but I eventually convinced him to let go of the bitterness and the anger and cuddle with me instead. It was easy with Carl, we knew each other inside out, so we only needed to look at each other to know what the other was thinking. That’s why it was almost impossible to hide the fact that I wanted to go back to my own house and knock them out myself. But I didn’t, I was the good girl. The good girl who loved the Gallaghers.

 But there were changes, atmospheres that simply hadn’t existed when we were little and it freaked me out a little at first. The romantic change between me and Carl was obvious enough but some would argue it had always been there. Yet there was a noticeable difference between Lip and Carl. And it fucking scared me a little. They would hardly look at each other and even though I knew they would defend each other to the ends of the earth, the whole house became hostile. I could only take so much before I exploded.

 “Hey, Lip?” I called as he walked through the front door on evening, his hair soaking wet from the downpour outside. I’d been seeing him less and less lately and when I moved in he almost seemed to move out.

As soon as he saw me and Carl sat on the sofa, his arm draped around mine, he turned back around charging back outside again.

“What the fuck Lip?” Carl said jumping up, me seconds behind him, chasing after the older Gallagher who seemed to have started to despise us.

“Lip? You okay?” I said, running ahead of Carl and catching Lip outside of a car, struggling with the keys and trying to jump inside. I threw myself in front of the car door before he could.

“Move out of the way Y/N,” he said flatly, unable to look me in the eyes.

“Philip Gallagher, when have I ever listened to a word you’ve said in the entire time I’ve moved here. Exactly, none”

I was trying to keep my tone casual and playful but Lip’s jaw only locked further.

“Out of the way Y/N,” he said his voice distracted almost, like he was trying to hide his emotions from me.

I was starting to feel pissed.

“I don’t understand. I don’t understand what I’ve done for you to hate me this much.”

He took a deep breath, shaking his head and meeting my gaze for a split second before looking away.

“You haven’t done anything!” he shouted, making me flinch “You haven’t done a fucking thing! You never have!”

He was running his hands through his hair and it was impossible to disguise the alcohol in his breath. It reeked of regret.

“LIP DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!”

He shot around to face Carl who was suddenly going into protective mode, charging towards us, eyes alight with anger.

“As if I’d lay a fucking finger on her. Really Carl, you really want to fucking go there,”

Carl pushed his shoulder but Lip didn’t even flinch, pushing him back harder, making Carl stumble backwards. Carl was strong but Lip was stronger, of course he was, he was double his weight.

“Carl he wasn’t gonna hurt me” I said “He’s being an asshole and he’s drunk off of his ass, yes, but he wasn’t going to hurt me”

The two brothers just stood staring at each other, forehead to forehead, Lip towering over my boyfriend. You could’ve smelt the testosterone a mile away.

“Okay guys, enough is fucking enough, its pissing itself down out here. Can we go inside now?”

Neither of them was listening to me.

“What’s you fucking problem man? All the passive aggressiveness, the fucking dirty looks, all the fucking time you spend away from the house,” Carl said and Lip shook his head, laughing coldly.

Carl lunged for him but Lip didn’t move a muscle. Didn’t move a muscle.

“Oh my god! Can you guys give it a fucking rest,”

Lip shot me a pained look before continuing his rant to Carl.

“Hate your brother and hide your gold huh?”

“What the fuck does that mean. Don’t get fucking philosophical on me Lip,”

“I gave up half of my childhood fucking raising you and you’re just going to stand there and talk to me like shit. Show me some fucking respect. Everything I do, I do for you Carl and the rest of our fucked up family”

And of course, none of us could argue with that, we all just stood awkwardly in the rain.

 “You know I think I’m done living at home. I’m going back to college,” Lip said eventually, turning back to the car door.

“Lip your completely hammered you are not getting in that car,” I said, resting my hand on his arm. He shrugged me off.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Lip,” said Carl.

“You wanna know what this is really about do you?”

“I already fucking know what this is about. Who this is about.”

Carl took a step towards me, creating a barrier between me and Lip and looked at him pointedly.

“Hide your fucking gold,” Lip repeated looking at me and then back at Carl, nodding his head as he bowed it “I get it little bro, I get it”

Then he looked at Carl with menace.

He gave a military salute and Carl sunk in on himself, his eyes opening with alarm as if Lip had just revealed his darkest secret. I was more than confused to say the least

“She’s a keeper soldier,” Lip said, stumbling towards Carl and tapping him on the cheek before storming into the house, slamming the door behind him.

Me and Carl stood in the rain silent with shock.

 “He’s drinking too much” I said as Carl looked at the ground

“I know”

“I know? What kind of a fucking answers that, you’re losing your brother Carl,”

“I know,” he said again and I gave him a pained expression “Look, if I could send him to fucking rehab myself, I would”

“He’s an adult,” I said, watching his shadow against the front window as he walked up the stairs “You can’t just ship him off to rehab. He needs help, he needs us”

“Yeah well, he doesn’t fucking like us at the moment. He needs to be away from here. He’s fucking dangerous when he’s this bad,” Carl said, grabbing my hand. ‘It’s like he’s turning into Frank.”

I gulped, swallowing hard, before reaching over and kissing Carl on the cheek. I walked inside while he stayed out, trying to shake an uncomfortable feeling.

I want him to be okay Carl, I really fucking do.

 ////

 I forced myself to walk myself up the stairs alone, to stand outside his bedroom. Lip needed somebody to talk to, and at the moment he had nobody. He was too proud to get help.

I was about to knock, pausing outside of his door when I heard him talk. At first, I thought he was talking to himself and it took me a split second to realise he was on the phone. I paused, to listen in and what I heard shattered my heart.

“Hi, yeah it’s Phillip Gallagher. I’ve been trying to book an appointment and um- yeah yeah I know, yeah I know but I was wondering whether um I could pay part of my college bills off tomor-“

He paused, as if cut off, and sighed sounding completely and utterly defeated, his speech slurred a little.

“I’m behind yeah…No. No, it won’t be the full amount”

There was a longer silence.

“I know and I’ll keep making the payments,”

Lip was becoming frustrated I could tell and I could feel her slump against the other side of the door. Silently, I crouched down too, pushing my ear against the wood of the door.

“Yeah. No. And I know it’s unusual paying cash but…Yeah, I really appreciate your patience with me,”

I could vaguely make out the mumbling of the person on the line and readjusted myself so I could hear them more clearly.

“It’s uh Lip, I figure I’m going to talk to you a lot there’s no point you calling me by my full name,”

The other voice sounded older, crackly through the mobile phone but I guessed it was a college professor, a receptionist, councillor? Somebody to do with college.

 “Well, Lip, have you considered taking a semester off, working and saving your money. You could come back next semester with your financial paperwork in order and maybe have a little extra spending money in your pocket”

 Lip inhaled sharply and sniffed a little.

 “I-I won’t make it back. I..uh…” He was struggling I could tell, and I was sure he was on the verge of breaking.

He continued.

“My little brother Ian was diagnosed with bipolar…Uh…every day I’m not there I jus- I..uh feel so fucking guilty that I’m not here. Helping.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He was spilling everything, Philip Gallagher, the most guarded private person I knew, spilling his life story to his college professor.

He was desperate.

Desperate and drunk.

“The reason I stay is…. I uh…I can’t help…No… ‘Cause, I spent my whole life trying to help my mom… um she, uh had the same disease… and there’s no help for it.”

 I swear to god I could feel him crumpling on the other side of that door and it took everything I had not to tear up myself.

 “Except for the little ones.” He said sharply, after clearing his throat.” Debbie and Carl and Liam, although they um, they’re not so little anymore. And then my sister Fiona… I could be there for them but I’m not.”

He words became more cutting, more accusing, self-deprecating.

“My brother, Carl, he’s just got out of juvenile prison… and… and there was nothing I could do to help him either. He, he doesn’t look at me the same anymore”

I felt a weird sinking feeling inside because I knew, I just knew.

Lip Gallagher was crying.

“You know, ‘cause I’m away, I’m away so much. ‘Cause I’m told that … that staying at school is something I could do for those kids. In-in in a big way, in a real way uh… Someday.”

He sniffed loudly and I heard him stand up, starting to pace back and forth around the room.

“So, I’m staying at college.”

It was definite, his voice was strong. But I heard him gulp, I heard him choke back tears.

 “But if I go back to the house, you uh… You know like I am now. Well then I’m in it. You know an-an-an-and I can’t get back out of it.”

 I jumped up myself, placing my palm flat against the door and cursing myself for being too much of a fucking coward to walk in there and hug him like he deserved to be hugged.

No wonder he fucking drunk with so much fucking pressure on his shoulders

 “I mean… I-uh I… and I mean the only reason why I’m home right now is because there’s this girl who means the world to um to uh-um me and the rest of us I mean she’s practically family and we love her, I love her. We all love her”

 I froze. He meant me, he fucking meant me.

 “And her parents are really shitty and they beat her… because she’s stuck in this shitty neighbourhood and um...  it wasn’t safe so, I-I-I need, I n-need to keep her safe.”

 He was missing college, his education ,his shot at life because he was back here. Because of me. I couldn’t stop tears from starting to form, letting them silently drip down my face.

 “But you know she’s with my brother,” His jaw locked and he swallowed loudly “…and I think she’s happy now I hope she’s happy so my job is um... kinda done… so um… “

 I was becoming more and more undone, a bigger and bigger blubbering mess but Lip snapped. In a split second I heard him pull himself together, building his mature and impenetrable persona back up, building up his wall, as if pretending he hadn’t just confessed his life story to a total stranger.

 “Yeah so I’m keep going to your headquarters and I’m going keep making these payments.”

He said and sniffed loudly

“…and I’m going to show up and count it out, note by fucking bank note… and you know then that’ll be my part and your part, I hope is um… patience.”

His voice cracked.

“Please!”

This was it for Lip, he was at his rawest. He was vulnerable, the person on the other side of the line was responsible for everything that was important to him and for once in his life Lip couldn’t be in control.

“Yeah, I just need um… fuck, I just need a little more time,”

 I guessed that the conversation pretty much ended there because Lip became silent, huffing loudly and I ran away to the bathroom before he could hear me sniffle guiltily.

 Lip’s P.O.V

There was a knock at my door, giving me a slight warning before it creaked open.

Carl was stood there, eyes sunken, tired, probably sick to fucking death of being surrounded by drunks.

That was why I was doing it.

College.

For him. For the rest of them.

He ran at me and I wrapped him in a hug.

Neither of us said anything, until I had to.

Until I could stay quiet anymore.

“Tell her.” I said “Tomorrow”

Carl nodded. “I will,” he said.

“I fucking mean it. I know why you need to do it, but she doesn’t.”

Carl nodded.

“Couldn’t have picked worse fucking timing Carl,” I said.

Carl nodded.

He walked back out of the room, about to shut the door on me when he stopped.

Hesitated.

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.”  

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Don't really know where this fits in the show. Anyway, Hope you enjoy. It's angst and fluff.

You are wandering down the familiar streets of Chicago. You’d been gone about 10 years now. You’d never had much thought to actually go back from where you were, but Fiona and Ian convinced you otherwise. I mean you did miss the dysfunctional Gallagher's. You couldn’t lie about that fact. You were going to meet with them after you had a small date with someone that Fiona set you up with arguing supposedly, “You deserve someone.”

You were sitting around at a dinner when the person you were supposed to be on a date with shows up. You were having a decent time so far. Small chit chat being exchanged. Hobbies, career, hopes, dreams all that blah. Suddenly, you saw a familiar face walk inside. It was none other than Lip. Your mind drifts to the last time you saw him as you stare down at your drink.

You and Lip have been dating for a little bit. You’d already been intimate a few times now. Kisses weren’t your thing per say, but he would hold your hand. He was still getting used to the whole healthy-ish relationship thing. You didn't want to put too much pressure on him because at this time he was still struggling with drinking and stealing. He was doing it less and less with you around, but it still worried you constantly. You felt like you had to be around all the time.

Things were going well until you got the letter. You looked into your mail one day to see a letter from your dream (whatever, career, job, place etc.) You looked down at the paper in surprise reading it over and over again. You were filled with joy until the realization that it would change the current Lip dynamic set in. You couldn’t tell him yet. You had to decide if you wanted to go before putting him through the ringer. Change wasn’t what you needed to come between you two when you both were doing so good so far..so far could only last so long.

With that decision, it was processed for about a week, almost coming to a decision. Of course, that couldn’t go well when Lip was searching for something in your drawers and coming across your letter. You were in the kitchen unaware as Lip read on.

Lip instantly knew he didn’t want things to change; however, when he looked at the date on the letter, he knew it had now been awhile of you kept this from him. His mind going pessimistic. Thinking you didn’t want to stay with him. Then, he thought even worse...That he would be keeping you from this. Either way he was upset.

He walked into the kitchen and leaned on the opening of where the door should be. You noticed after him having not moved an inch. You look over and see the letter in his hand. Immediately hands earthquake. You mumbled out, “Lip…I-”

“What the fuck is this?” He didn’t scream, but there was a dark tone in his voice. His hand that held the letter was pulled up to cover his face for a second since he was trying to keep calm.

“It’s a letter to (wherever).”

“You weren’t going to say anything?”

“I was. I just wanted to decide on it before bringing it up. I mean if I decided I didn’t want to go, it wouldn’t have been a big deal-”

“You wouldn't have told me.”

“Honestly, I don’t think I would have because it would just cause problems.”

“You wanted to hide it to spare me?”

“What?”

“You don’t have to walk on eggshells. You believe that little of me?”

“Lip, No.”

“You’re gonna leave me! I see you watching me all the time! You’ve had enough, huh?!”

“How can you say I’ve had enough of-I’m trying to avoid and leaving! I don’t want us to leave each other! Lip, I lov-” He held his hand up. You two had never uttered the words love although already really knowing you both were there. If you said it, he knew he wouldn’t let you go. He couldn’t keep from you, but honestly the thought of you keeping this from him and watching him hurt more than that fact that he screamed out, “Go!”

“Lip-”

“No. I mean clearly it’s what you were going to decide if you had thought about it this long. Be honest, you were just trying to find a way to break it to me. You think I need you around all the time? You are trying to make sure I don’t screw up. Like a child.”

“Stop! I am not nor have I ever thought of you as a child. Do I watch over you? Yes, someone has to. I know you never really had it like that. I’m just taking care of-” Lip slammed the paper down on the table making the table wobble. You stepped back from Lip as he spoke, “Oh! Please. You’ve been lying since we started this relationship.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re holding onto me until you find something better. Well, that something is here,s o fucking go.” He said it lowly.

“Fuck you, Lip! I can’t even beil-You know what?! No! I can believe it! I just believed in you too much.”

“Wow! You finally fucking admit it. I’m not worth it. I never was. So, this is on you! You tried to make me something I’m not!”

“What?! I tried to make you healthy! I wanted you to actually use your smarts for good things! Not stealing! Not drinking! I wasn’t changing you! I wasn't helping you with the problem you know you have! That’s my bad!”

“You were trying to change me.”

“I did no-”

“Leave. I don’t want you here.”

“You know what? It doesn't even matter. I can already tell that you're in the I am not listening to a word you are saying, mood. I’m done. I’ll leave you with this...The only thing that kept me here was you, and that’s no longer true.”

You were trying not to look over at him and almost wanted to hide and run out of the place. Your teenage heart attempting to break free. The teenage heart that would stick to Lip’s side in every sense of that statement. You’d hold yourself back and focus on your date. As you remembered those feelings, you shut it down. You couldn’t go back to that. You worked so hard to get where you were. You’d grown and found more self worth and knew what you deserved.

You looked back to your date trying to enjoy your time. Your date was taking a phone call when you felt eyes on you. You knew you’d curse yourself looking up, but you couldn’t help yourself and met his eyes. Instant regret found you.

Looking away, you grab your phone not really interested in the screen as you process what you saw to be Lip sitting with someone too. A someone that was all over his arm.

Lip didn't register seeing you until he looked again curious. Then, as you look back over to your date wrapping up his call and try to hone in on what you two are talking about, you don’t notice Lip nervously shake his hands before telling his date something and leaving their booth.

Sure enough, he presenting himself in front of your table before you knew it. He immediately asks, “Can we talk?” Your date quirks up and asks, “This a friend of yours?” You give a shy smile as you try to decide what to say.

Lip doesn't let the question waste as he holds out his hand and answers, “Very best friend.”

Your date takes the hand. You could tell your date was cut off guard, but they went on easy asking, “Anything I should know about this one?”

Lip gave a stern look until you forced out a laugh to ease tension, and he forced a smile; however, quickly, Lip smiled wide and genuine, which confused you, at first. Lip responds to you date, “Oh. Things to know about, “Y/N. I could go on and on. Why don’t I just join you?” Your eyes went wide while your date laughed.

“Lip, I think your observation skills have failed you if you don’t realize by now that I am on a date.” You smile over to your date. Lip responds with, “Observation skills are up to par. Just don’t care.” He smiles before grabbing at your wrist and dragging you away. With a forced smile, you manage to utter, “I’ll be right back.” to your date.

As soon as you are out of view, you elbow Lip in the stomach hard enough that he let's go of your wrist. He groaned in pain. The first words you spat out are, “What the fuck Lip?! Second of all, that hurt!” You grasp at your wrist.

“I’m sorry.”

“You aren't.”

“I am. I don’t mean to hurt you…”

“But, you do. Every fucking time...Lip, how long do you have to put me through this dance? It’s the same shit every time, yet we always end up right back here. Do you enjoy putting me through this?! Because it’s starting to fucking look like that's the case. I’m on my way to moving on-”

“Don’t.”

“Lip, you-” He leans in to kiss you on the cheek.

“I know I don’t deserve it all that much by now. Maybe I did before, but I know my actions have changed your view…I’m sorry for all of it...But, I do want to be with you. I’m still just as scared shitless of you as before, but-but-I mean fuck it. I want to be with you. Hold you, kiss, and love you…”

“You don’t-don’t-Are you being for serious?” He laughed at the odd sequence of words together.

“I am being for serious.”

"I-"

"We can take it slow. We can do whatever you want." He reached forward. His hand finding your arm. With his thumb, he softly nuzzled his thumb back and forth on it. You look down at the action; when you looked back up, you were met with teary eyes. "I made the biggest mistake letting-making you leave...In some dumb logic, I thought it was better for us both, and I got upset that day…”

“Yeah. Dumb logic.”

“Treating you the way I did was...for granted and wrong...I promised myself if I ever saw you again that I wouldn-couldn't, let you go again." You shake your head at him at a loss for words. His eyes almost puppy-like as he asks, "Is that a no?"

"No, it's not a no." He tilts his head to the side with pouty lips in confusion. "I shake my head at the fact that it took you ten years." You smiled up at him, and he pulled you into a strong hug. You smiled happily with him. He nuzzled his head into your head and said, “It only took me ten years. I love you.” He laughed with you. Suddenly, him and you were going to take this who knows where, but you didn’t care because you were together...finally.

Hope your day got better!

@lipgallagherstan

Lip Masterlist

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. 

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Y/N’s P.O.V

“Y/N! I love you!”

It was those three words. Those three words that I’d been waiting far too long for. Those three words that made me weak at the knees, because in that moment I knew, I knew that he meant them.

And after that there was nothing I could do but forgive him.

 ///

Carl’s P.O.V

I knew something was wrong with her that day, even when she refused to tell me. When I kissed her in the hallway she kissed me back with so much fucking anger and desperation that I knew was nothing to do with me. When she flipped and turned cold on me there was an odd emotion behind her eyes that I’d only seen a handful of times and it scared me shitless. When I told her I loved her she hugged me so tightly I thought she was going to cut my circulation off, she wouldn’t fucking let go of me, I thought she was going to crush me. I was worried because here’s the thing with me and Y/N, I’ll never have a fucking clue what she’s thinking, but she can’t hide her emotions from me.

 Sure enough, a few hours after I saw her last my phone lit up. I’d walked her home and she insisted I left almost immediately, she was scared to fucking death that her parents would come back while I was still there. She wouldn’t stop pacing , refusing to sit, refusing to stop.

“Come back to mine,” I said “That way you can stop fucking walking up and down all the time. You could that thing that normal fucking people. It’s called relaxing.”

She shot me a look that was completely unreadable.

“The schools going to call about me skipping all the time. I need to prepare myself. They’re gonna go fucking beserk” She was picking at a piece of cotton on her shirt and I gulped.

“It can’t be that bad?” She shot me the evil eyes.

“Shit,” I corrected “Maybe it can,”

“Everything that goes wrong is my fault lately,” she said, finally sitting down, but if anything she seemed even more fucking agitated.

“This is my fault isn’t it” I said, trying to sit down next to her.

“No.” she said glumly “No it’s not.” “Bullshit. I’m a bad influence and you know it. I’m the one getting you into shit. Maybe Alex is fucking right, maybe you should be w-“

She stopped me by pushing her finger to my mouth.

“You speak too much Gallagher,” she said and cocked her head to the side. She looked fucking adorable yes, but also scared. For the first time I realised it wasn’t me she was scared of, all this time I’d spent thinking it was me and I’d fucking figured it out. Whatever she was petrified of wasn’t me.  

I kissed her cheek and she smiled weakly

“You need to go Carl, they’ll be here soon,”

“Five more minutes,” I said trying to snuggle up to her arm, making her laugh as she tried to shrug me off.

“Now Carl!” she said, but her grin was almost back so I felt a tiny bit fucking better.

“Fine, fine!” I said, jumping up and brushing my clothes down “We can have crazy kinky sex another time”

She looked at me as though I’d just pushed Lip off of a cliff.

“Relax,” I laughed “I’m fucking joking”

She smiled and walked to the door with me, leaning against the door frame as I left

“I do love you Carl. You know that right?” she said softly and her eyes widened with a hint of fear

“I know” I said and blinked at her “And I fucking love you too”

She smiled so I grinned as wide as humanly possibly, teeth, gums and all that fucking jazz

“Peace out asswipe.” I shouted flipping her off as I ran away, watching her giggle in the doorway.

 ///

But as soon as I got home my phone rang, Y/N’s name lighting up the home screen.

I answered.

 It took everything I had not to swear and scream down my side of the fucking line. I could’ve killed them, I could’ve strangled them with my bare hands hearing her try to sob quietly down the line. I could’ve have killed them. My hands were in tight fucking fists as I tried to keep my voice steady. I had to calm. For Y/N’s fucking sake.

“Get your shit,” I said “You’re not living there anymore.”

I heard her squeak a reply.

“I’m gonna get Lip to pick you up. If I get anywhere near that fucking house I’ll knock the both of them out,” I was almost shouting when I remembered she was still on the other side “They aren’t going to lay another single finger on you. Okay?”

She sniffled and my chest lurched.

“Okay”

 ///

 Y/N’s P.O.V

I ran to my closet, throwing random shit into the biggest bag I could find. I scrubbed at my face, trying to wipe away tears but just turning myself into a redder blotchier mess. I stopped scrambling frantically when I caught myself in the mirror, crumpling at the sight of myself as I tried not to recoil. I lifted a shaky hand to touch my cheek, trying to choke back a cry.

Don’t be a baby Y/N. Keep it together. Don’t fucking blubber like a baby, you’re fine. Everything is fine.

My under eye was badly swollen and already starting to turn purple a giant gash over my right cheekbone. I shook my head refusing to believe that the girl in the reflection was me, before stopping abruptly. Every bone in my body ached and my chest burned when I breathed in.

What did you expect Y/N. You were pushed down a flight of stairs.

I finished packing my bag and scrambled to the window, tapping impatiently on the glass and gnawing on my cheek, waiting for Lip’s familiar car to pull up. I needed to get out, I needed to clear my head, so as soon as I saw his beam lights, I jumped out, bag in hands as I scurried down my ladder.

I threw myself onto the lawn and tried to calm my breathing as I approached the car, watching Lip fly out and run at me, wrapping me in a tight hug and pushing my head into his I breathed a sigh of relief, finally finding some comfort but I stopped myself, jerking away.

You don’t want pity. You don’t do pity. Get yourself together. Get yourself together.

“Let’s get you the fuck out of here,” Lip said, wrapping a protective arm around me and walking me to the car. I nodded.

“This place makes me feel sick”

I pulled myself into the front seat while Lip just stood there, looking up at the house, not moving. I panicked for a second, thinking he was going to run in there and try and beat them up, but he didn’t. He just spat at the house and got in the car.

 ///

It was freezing so Lip turned the car heaters on high, neither of us speaking. We were sitting in silence, watching the windows steam up as we tried to avoid the inevitable, as we tried to ignore the elephant in the room. I tried to turn the radio but all there was was fuzzy static, so I gave up and turned my back to Lip. I curled myself into a ball when I heard him lean into the back, pulling a blanket from the backseat and draping it over me. He rubbed my shoulder a little as he let go of it and I snuggled into the warmth. I wanted to forget everything.

There was an even longer uncomfortable silence so I shifted back around to face Lip again, but I winced in pain a little, my ribs tweaking with a dull ache as I moved. Lip’s face was flooded with pity and concern and I wanted to throw up, I wanted to hit somebody.

“Jesus Fucking Christ Lip, don’t look at me like that.”

He looked at the road instinctively as if pretending he hadn’t seen me but then his eyes rested back on me and he looked sadder and more worried than before

“I’m not broken okay. I’m not some fragile little thing that needs protecting. I’m perfectly fine”

I ripped the blanket from around my shoulders and threw it into the back again, a scowl plastered on my face., just to prove a point. I was lashing out. Lip just happened to be closest person to me.

“They’ve given you a black eye for fuck sake Y/N. You’re face is bleeding. Somehow I’m not convinced everything is fucking hunkey-dorey.”

I knew he was only worried about me but my skin prickled with irritation and suddenly I was angry with him, even though it wasn’t justified or rational. I just needed somebody to explode on,.

“I KNOW THAT OKAY! I KNOW! BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I’M COMPLETELY AWARE THAT MY PARENTS ARE FUCKED UP, THAT MY LIFE IS SHITTY BECAUSE MY FAMILY BEAT ME UP AND THROW ME DOWN FLIGHTS OF STAIRS! I DON’T NEED YOU TO REMIND ME LIP! I PRETTY FUCKING AWARE!” I was screaming at him, slamming my hand on the dashboard, tears rolling down my face until I stopped. I’d gotten it all out, everything I’d been holing up inside was out in the open and I was frozen. Sat there heavy breathing, sobbing and scrunching my eyes up so I couldn’t watch the world go blurry with tears.

Lip swerved, stopping the car and unbuckling my seatbelt. He lifted me up, letting me sit on his lap and cling to his abdomen, as he rubbed my hair. He didn’t say anything but stroked my hair, circling the bruises on my face with his thumb.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffled eventually, getting a hold of myself “ I’m just freaking out a little”

 ///

 I climbed back into my seat as Lip started driving again, suddenly glad Carl wasn’t here. I knew he cared too much about me and I knew he couldn’t control himself, he’d start shit. Even though my heart ached for his hugs, if he had come to the house things would have been worse, so I’d have to pour my heart out to him once I got to the Gallagher house. Besides, Lip’s hugs were still fucking incredible. That boy had some solid fucking arms.

I glanced back at him and he caught my eye. He couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

“Have they ever.. have they ever..”

I knew what he wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to even mention them.

“Phillip, drop it”

“No,” he said softly “Have they ever, you know... done this before?”

He drummed his fingers on the wheel nervously, as if he didn’t want to know the answer

“No.” I said bluntly and I heard him exhale “It’s the first time”

“You don’t sound sure,” he said sceptically.

“Emotional abuse, yeah I’ve been subject to that for months on end. They go through phases, being sickly sweet or… or.. they act like they wish I was dead. I know it sucks but this was the first time they… they… well yeah you get the picture”

More silence.

“What happened to them Y/N?” he said suddenly “What happened, you know, they used to be so fucking loving. Some of the nicest people I’d met. They used to genuinely care”

I laughed coldly.

“Yeah I know. Seems like fucking lifetimes ago.”

I must have confused him because he cocked his head.

“Pills.” I continued “To answer your questions, pills happened. Pills and fucking alcohol”

 At the mention of alcohol, Lip’s back stiffened up and he turned rigid. His eyes widened and a wash of guilt flooded his face. He tried to look back at me but couldn’t meet my eye, resorting to staring blankly at the road.

“Shit Lip! That wasn’t directed at you. You didn't think I meant that at you did you? I didn’t mean anything, I…” I was stumbling over my words, hoping he wouldn’t turn cold.

“Don’t apologise,” he said blandly “It’s me who’s fucking up my body.”

“Lip,” I said “Look at me,”

He didn’t, he just kept looking ahead.

“Phillip look at me please,”

At the mention of his full name he whipped his head towards me and if I didn’t know Lip any better I would’ve thought his eyes were glazed over.

“You aren’t like them okay Lip. You care. You care about Fiona, about the kids, you care about your education, about getting out of the ghetto. You care about me Lip. They don’t, they don’t care about me or about anything.”

Lip just nodded and gulped.

“You don’t deserve any of the shit you get Y/N, not an ounce of it.” “Neither do you,” I said, wrapping my arm around his bicep and snuggling in close to him. Lip laughed as I hugged his arms.

“I fucking wish,” Lip said, a small smile appearing on his face “I’m a motherfucking nightmare”

I laughed lightly.

“And I’m a liability”

I l tried to keep a straight face but when he grinned at me I couldn't help but break into a smile too . I Looked up at him through my swollen eyes.

“How did I get so lucky with you Gallaghers” I SAID “ With Carl and friends like you I’m set for life,”

Lip inhaled sharply and smiled wider, although it almost seemed false, he almost seemed tense as if he was trying to hide something from me.

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Y/N’s P.O.V

“What the fuck did you do now?”

Lip was tutting by the side of a car as we swanned out of school, middle fingers waggling at the building, Carl’s arm draped across my back.

“You don’t want to know,” I laughed, swinging open one of the back doors and wriggling inside the car.

Carl jumped in the front.

“Try me Y/N,” Lip said, and a small smile stretched across my mouth.

“Nothing out of the usual, Carl’s just an asshole,”

Lip gave me a blank expression and Carl swore at me making me grin from ear to ear.

Sure, he was swearing, but for Carl it was affectionately.

“That’s all your getting Philip,”

He still looked confused so Carl cleared it up for him.

“I kicked some dude’s in the nuts,” Carl said blandly.

Lip looked almost impressed.

“How many guys?”

“Five”

Lip smile and ruffled his hair and I rolled my eyes.

“God what is it with you Gallaghers? You’re supposed to be the responsible one Philip not a fucking enabler,”

Carl spluttered.

“You know you’re the only fucking one who can get away with that Y/N?” He laughed.

“With what?”

“Calling him Philip. He fucking threatens people with their lives if they even dare call him anything but Lip,”

“Shut the fuck up Carl,” Lip said and I smirked smugly.

“Honestly,” Carl said, looking at me from the rear-view mirror “I get the feeling he prefers you to me most of the time,”

I laughed to myself.

“That’s not a feeling Carl. It’s a motherfucking fact,”

 “So why the hell are you skipping as well then Little Miss Fucking Perfect?”

“Can you just fucking drive,” Carl said casually “I’m sick to fucking death of this school,”

“You do know you don’t have to swear in every single one of your sentences. Both of you,” I laughed.

“I can do what I fucking want,” Carl grinned back

Lip was still twisted around, staring into my eyes in the back of the car. He was waiting for an answer.

‘Why are you skipping Y/N, I feel on odd obligation to make sure you graduate with a high school diploma,”

I shrugged.

“Friends don’t let other friends do stupid shit alone”

Carl made kissing faces in the front seat but Lip didn’t notice.

“How the hell are either of you supposed to get fucking high school educations if you’re never there?” Lip said, slamming his door shut and putting the keys in the ignition.

Carl shrugged and beamed at me.

“Meh, we’ll survive.”

Me and Lip rolled our eyes simultaneously but we set off.

“Carl,” Lip said.

“What?”

“Stop grinning like that. You look like a fucking asshole”

 ///

“Y/N!” Carl shouted, trying not to laugh “You’re a fucking crazy bitch!”

“Turn it up!” I shouted ignoring his and Lip’s constant gasps of surprise and awe.

I was stood in the back of the car through the opening in the sunroof, in the open air, arms stretched up into the sky, my hair beating back behind me as we drove through the Southside streets. With my eyes closed and the music loud enough it was almost as though I was flying, as if I wasn’t in the shit tip that we called Chicago, but millions and millions of miles away.

“I said turn it up!” I shouted between giggles as the wind whipped against me “Step on it Lip!”

The car sped up and the music blared louder and I found myself completely lost in the music, swaying and pushing myself closer and closer towards the sky. Carl was sniggering and cheering, Lip making a tune along to the song by beeping the car horn. I was completely and utterly happy. Without really wanting or meaning to I was suddenly singing along to every word, granted I couldn’t even hear myself over the car radio, but it didn’t matter, my eyes where closed and for a split moment I was completely lost, completely immersed.

 When I finally opened my eyes, I was met with two pairs glued to my every move. I blushed slightly, stopping singing immediately and starting to sit down, with both Carl and Lip staring up at me with their mouths open an odd look in their eyes that I only ever got when I ate a delicious piece of dessert. They were looking up at me as if I was the sun, and it scared me a little, because they were both looking at me as if I was the only person in the world.

“You didn’t tell me you could fucking sing,” Lip breathed airily and then he caught himself and gulped looking nervous.

I laughed awkwardly.

“Eyes on the road Gallagher’s” I said when neither of them looked away and I grinned “I mean, I know I’m irresistible but keep it in your pants”

They both laughed, and as quickly as the odd atmosphere arrived, it left.

///

“You sure you can’t just come back to ours?” Carl groaned, contorting his body around so that he could see me properly and as much as I wanted to give into to the look in his eyes, I resisted.

“My parents are being…well yeah… it’s a tense atmosphere in my house,” I didn’t want to talk about, I wasn’t about to throw myself a pity party.

“All the more reason to stay,” Carl continued and I writhed my hands. I was actually considering staying in the car, driving past my new block which was only a couple of minutes away now.

But then my phone started to vibrate.

I motioned to the boys that I had to take it, pressing my cell to my ear and almost turning white as I heard the voices screaming back at me. A few moments later and I wanted to be sick.

“You know… I just need to … um I need to…” Both Gallaghers shot around to face me “Can I get out here?”

I pulled myself together quickly and put the façade back up. Everything was fine. Nothing was wrong here.

“Y/n?” Carl said, “Are you okay?”

I forced myself to smile as Lip slowed down to a halt.

“Yeah! I’m fine! I just promised my mom I’d help her cook dinner tonight, so I’ll just walk back now.”

They were both sceptical.

“How tense is tense?” Lip said and I made myself grin harder.

“Not that bad really, just typically marital arguements about toilet seats and shopping lists. Honestly guys, relax.”

“You sure?” Carl said with kind eyes and I laughed a little.

“I’m fucking sure Carl Gallagher,” I said about to get out before Lip stopped me.

“I can drop you off closer if you want,” he said and I smiled at him.

“They still don’t know I’m talking to you guys again,” I said and they nodded, so I actually got out that time.

“Later dickheads!” I called breezily and they flipped me off still laughing, before speeding off ahead of me.

I’d managed to keep my shit together

 Carl’s P.O.V

Y/N had been out of the car for exactly ten seconds when Lip hit me around the side of my fucking head.

“What the fuck was that for?” I shouted, clasping at either side of my head for protection. It didn’t hurt, I just hadn’t been fucking expecting it.

“You kissed her didn’t you. Fucking admit it!”

“What? How the fuck could you have possibly kno-“

“I saw the way she was fucking looking at you. What the fuck where you thinking Carl?”

We were driving much faster than we should have been and I found myself becoming increasingly angry with my brother.

“So what? I kissed her big deal,”

“Carl! You don’t get it do you? It is a big deal?”

I was mad now.

“And why’s that?”

“The last time you hurt her, she didn’t come back and see any of us, okay any of fucking us for two years. And because you can’t keep your dick in your pants we are going to lose her all over again.”

“I’m not going to fucking hurt her!”

“Too right you won’t, I’ll snap your legs in fucking two before you do that.”

He was completely straight faced and staring at the road.

“Jesus fucking Christ Lip! What the hell’s wrong with you. It was only a kiss, it didn’t mean anything,” I said.

“It didn’t mean anything?” he repeated and I was unsure whether that made him more mad or not.

‘No it didn’t”

Lip took a deep breath, shaking his head a little and raising his eyebrows.