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who cares how you talk about love? be passionate about it if it lets you unleash the rotting fury on a world that isn't even alive enough to see the colour on your face when you are in love; be bitter if your broken heart pricks you from the inside; be warm about it if it kisses you goodnight; be cold if you are paralyzed by it. tell the world how you feel if that makes you feel lighter. pull a frank gallagher on your love life. be reckless.

The locals vs. Coco. Thats not photoshop, thats how naked she was on a beach where others were dressed like the lady in the background!

the gallaghers r gonna save me chat

This is so cute

smitten // lip gallagher

request(s): A lip Gallagher x reader. Lip and the reader are dating and Carl has a puppy love on the reader. He gets nervous around her and lip just makes fun of him. ( can it be around season 1 , so Carl is the small smol bean) .

Could I request a Lip x Reader where they’re walking and she gets really cold and he tries to warm her up somehow 

Lip and the reader having been in love since they first met as kids. Reader helping him with everything going on at home

requested by: @bobo-bush

please dont plagiarize my work!

word count: 1,057

Stuffing your hands into the pocket of your hoodie, you tuck your chin into your neck, bracing yourself for the cold winter air. You’re careful not to slip on the ice outside, making your way outside of the school doors, your eyes in search of Lip through the crowd of students hurrying to get home. 

You spot him easily enough, a smile instantly falling on your lips as all care goes right out of your head and you rush over to him, nearly slipping along the way. Even though you’d seen him that morning, and during lunch, you wrap your arms tightly around Lip’s waist, pulling close for a hug, one that he easily returns. And when you lean back, meeting his eyes, while the two of you wear a bright grin, you let out a soft giggle.

Leaning up onto the tips of your toes, you press a kiss against Lip’s lips. It’s short and sweet, one that he immediately returns. And when you pull back, lowering yourself back onto the sole’s of your feet, Lip raises his hand, gently brushing back the strand of hair that had fallen into your eyes.

And then, for a moment, you just gaze at him, smiling softly.

“What?” He questions, raising a brow as the two of you fall in step with one another.

“Nothing,” you shrug, your laughter dying. “You’re just cute is all.”

Bumping into you lightly, Lip snorts; “I should be the one saying that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“Am I walking you home, or are you coming with me?”

Turning your head slightly, you glance at Lip through the corner of your eye. “Coming with you,” you answer eventually, voice gone quiet. “There ain’t anyone home for me anyway.”

Lip shuffles closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. “You got me,” he reassures, “all of us. Besides Carl’s been asking for you, he won’t shut up about you.”

Shaking your head, you laugh; “been melting any dolls lately?”

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket, Lip turns his head, eyes falling on the street next to him. “You know him,” he answers, smirking and giving you your answer. “Anyways, you know that, right?” At the look you send him, he elaborates. “That my home is always open to you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding your head. “I just feel guilty is all. Fiona has enough to stress about, I don’t want her worrying after me.”

“There’s nothing you’ve got to feel guilty about,” Lip comments, briefly glancing at you. “You do enough to help us. Always taking care of Liam, helping us with money, and more. You’ve earned a spot. And it’ll always be there.”

You don’t respond. Lip knows you’re grateful. So, instead, you smile softly to yourself, glancing down at your feet as you and Lip continue to make your way to the Gallagher’s house. It’s not that much longer of a walk, but you can’t help but wish you’d dressed a little more appropriately for the weather. You hug yourself, trying to brace yourself through the cold as you feel your body shiver in response.

Then, before you know, a jacket falls over your shoulders.

Lips parting, you raise your head, meeting Lip’s eyes. “Lip?”

“You’re practically shaking to death,” he says, turning his head away, and you swear you see his cheeks warm, and you know it’s not because of the cold. “You need it a lot more than I do.”

Smiling to yourself, once again, you pull the jacket tighter around yourself, pulling your arms through the sleeves. It hangs a little loosely on you, but it keeps you warm, and you love the familiar scent of Lip that envelops you. After all your years of knowing him, even since you were practically babies, his familiar scent has never changed.

It makes you feel safe. Warmed. Loved.

Soon enough, the two of you arrive at the Gallagher house. Everyone else is already home given that you’d had to stay a little late for a chem test, so, when you walk through the front doors, the house is busy with chaos and chatter. You’re greeted by Fiona who gives you a small hug and a smile Lip’s way, Lip helping you pull of his jacket all the while.

But, before you can even take one more step into the house, the sound of your name being screamed halts you and then there are small arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You stumble back in response, gaze lowering, laughing softly to yourself when you see, of course, Carl, clutching onto you tightly. He pulls back a moment later, smiling brightly up at you.

“Hey buddy,” you greet, grinning down at him as you pat the top of his head. “How have you been?”

“Great!” He exclaims, missing teeth showing as his lips curve into a wide smile. “Even better now that you’re here.”

“Okay, okay,” Lip chuckles, pulling Carl away from you by the shoulders. “Keep your little paws off of her, Carl.”

“Someone jealous?” You smirk, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Of this little shit?” Lip teases, pointing down at Carl who glares up at him. “Oh, a hundred percent. You’re practically smitten with him.” He exaggerates, the teasing nature of his words obvious by the look in his eyes.

Shaking your head, you crouch to Carl’s level, opening up your arms. Lip let’s Carl go, the boy immediately running into your arms once more, and steadying yourself, you pick him up, hugging him tightly. And, as you begin making your way inside, Carl talking your ear off about all the exciting things he’s done since he’s last seen you, your eyes meet Lip who smiling softly over at you.

“I love you,” he mouths, winking.

“I love you too,” you respond, though aloud. “But, not as much as I love Carl.” You poke Carl’s cheek at your words, the usually hardened kid giggling in response, cheeks warming.

“Hah!” Carl exclaims, sticking his tongue out at his brother.

“My heart,” Lip laughs, holding a hand against his chest.

“Be careful, Lip,” you warn teasingly, “little Carl hear may have stolen my heart.”

Winking at you, Lip shrugs. “I’ll just have to take it back later.”

-

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requests are open for lip gallagher!

i know i usually dont upload on days that i post nrt, but i’m just really obsessed with lip lol. and i wanted to write for him real bad.

something else // lip gallagher

Request: Hi! Can I request a Lip x reader who’s being harassed when walking to school, so she asks him to walk with her in hopes it would scare the harassers off?

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 1,050

It’s obvious, by the expression on his face, Lip is surprised to see you stood outside his house that Monday morning.

You look more fragile then ever, stood there, clutching your hands together, wringing them tightly against one another. You’re constantly glancing around yourself, as if afraid someone will come bursting out from one of the bushes. Your bottom lip is in between your teeth and you’re gnawing on it.

But, the minute Lip’s siblings coming bursting through the front doors, you seem to snap out of your stupor and your eyes meet Lip’s. Carl and Debbie offer you a short greeting, Ian nodding at you but you only seemed focused on Lip. It takes him a moment longer before he follows the rest, heading down the steps, but instead of turning off, in the direction of the school, he takes the last few steps your way, brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

Sighing, your shoulders fall and finally, you pull your hands against, rubbing them over your face instead. “I need your help.”

Taking a step forward, Lip nods; “what’d you need?”

“These guys,” you start, exhaling with a shaky breath. It’s odd for Lip to see you so scared. Normally, you didn’t let anyone cross your path, let alone scare you. It’s what makes Lip unsure, so eager to help. “My dad… he pissed them off, and seeing that it’s just me and him, they’re using me to get to my dad. Not that the ass-hat would care… Lip, i’m scared they’re gonna attack me on the way to school.”

“So,” Lip pauses, “you want me to walk with you?”

“Only if you don’t mind,” you assure, holding your hands out before you. “You don’t have to. It’s just-”

Taking your hand in his own, Lip pulls you into step with him. “Of course I don’t mind,” he says after a moment, grinning over at you. “Anybody that tries to hurt you, has got to go through me first.”

His words elicit a smile from your lips, some of your worry and anxiety disappearing as Lip grins over at you. And as you continue, the two of you fall into step with one another, falling into a casual conversation. For once, the walk to school doesn’t seem so unbearably long, and you find yourself at ease with Lip by your side. Even though the two of you have been friends for as long as you can remember, you can’t ever remember the two of you talking, just you and him, like this before.

It’s what truly places the smile on your face. That, and his jokes.

And, just as you are about to reach the final stretch of street that will lead you to school, the peace is interrupted.

“Yo, Y/L/N! Where’s your father’s money?”

You halt, body freezing. 

“We know you can hear us!” Another voice calls, “you ain’t deaf… Last time I checked.”

Slowly, you turn around, not unaware of Lip’s gaze on you. When you finally see the men, you realize there are only two of them, and while you don’t recognize them, you don’t have a doubt in your mind that these are the men your father owes money to.

Stowing away your fear, you raise your chin; “I don’t have it. Talk to him if you want it.”

The two look at each other, laughing; “we want the money now. And you’re gonna give it to us, or we’ll take it from you.”

“Did you not hear her?” Lip bellows, taking a step forward. “She ain’t got it!”

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Lip Gallagher,” Lip introduces himself, “now fuck off.”

One of the men take a step forward, obviously angered from Lip’s disregard of respect. “Listen,” he huffs, pointing at you. “This bitch’s dad owes us money, and we’re gonna get it. One way or another.” He takes a threatening step towards you, smirking, his friend coming up behind him.

Lip takes a step in front of you. “You take one more step towards her, and i’ll fucking kill you.”

Your lips part, eyes widening. Was he trying to die?

“Look, this guy thinks he can beat us.”

“Suits him,” one of them men shrug, cracking his knuckles. “I don’t mind proving him wrong.”

Before you know it, with seemingly a blink of your eyes, Lip lunges forward, socking one of the men across the cheek. He stumbles back in response, his friend catching him as your lips part, eyes widening. Your heart falls, fearing the worse, but then Lip’s grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you down the street you’d been heading towards and running.

“We’ll fucking kill the both of you!”

The two of you don’t stop running. You run past school, and continue, until you find yourselves tuck in some alleyway, hidden within the corners of it. When you’re finally able to stop, you fall against the brick wall behind you, hands falling on your knees as you pant to catch your breath.

“I think we lost them,” Lips says after a moment, breathless.

“Are you insane?” You screech, turning to him with wide eyes. “They could’ve killed you!”

Lip turns to you, his own eyes wide; “and they would’ve killed you the moment they realized you really didn’t have your father’s money.”

Sighing, your shoulders drop. “Doesn’t matter,” you huff, letting your head fall into your hands. “The minute they find me, or you, they’ll kill us both.”

“That won’t happen.”

Shaking your head, you turn to Lip; “look, i’m grateful. You helped me, you… you saved my life. But they will eventually find us, and my dad won’t pay them back. No matter what, i’m dead. And so are you.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

You pause, eyes falling on Lip’s own. “You’d do all that, for me?” You question, raising a brow. “A girl you’ve talked to a few times, sure, but have never been more than friends?”

Without hesitation, Lip nods; “yes.”

Shaking your head, you let out a laugh; “you’re something else.”

“Sure am.”

Blinking, you meet his eyes; “you mean it?”

“Of course,” Lip nods, taking your hand into his own, much like he had before. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” then, with a smile, “or myself.”

You laugh, “okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

-

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