Shameful [Shameless × Top Male Reader]

Good | Lip

Requested By: Me

Genre: ❤

Warnings: Tami doesn't exist / breakdown / sad boy / single dad reader

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Lip had been struggling ever since Tami had ran out on him and Freddie. It was hard. Those first few weeks when she was in the hospital. But this was harder. She was never coming back, and his son had to face growing up without a mother.

You had been a longtime friend of the Gallaghers. You were in Lip's grade, and the two of you always hung out. That was at least until you knocked a girl up at sixteen. Having a kid kinda kept you away from school a lot, and even more so when two years later, you were left alone once again with yet another child. Now at twenty-four years old you had a six year old and an eight year old, living in a three bedroom apartment near town.

When your favourite Gallagher called you one evening asking for some help, you had travelled to the rundown part of the South Side with your two kids, making your way through the front door of the Gallagher residence.

A baby was crying, screaming even, in a crib in the corner of the living room. Lip was on the couch, head in his hands, looking like he was about to break down crying too. You immediately walk over to the crib, pulling the baby up into your arms and bouncing him.

You noticed the baby bottle near-empty on the coffee table, figuring he had just been fed, and continued to burp him until he settled down. Hushing the now calm child, you place him back in his crib, smiling as he quickly settled to sleep.

"[K/1], [K/2], go play in there with those toys, okay?" You spoke to your kids, watching as they smiled, looking at the toys and running over to them. You attention turned back to the man now glaring at the coffee table ahead of him. You sat down next to him, rubbing a circle into his bare shoulder blade. "Hey man, what's going on?"

"Well Tami left, I'm selling the house, my family hates me and so does my child." He laughed, though the sound was hollow, there was no humour in what he had said.

"Your baby doesn't hate you, and I'm sure your family doesn't either." You sighed, running a hand through your [curly/straight/ect] hair. He turned to you as you did, admiring the natural beauty of the movement. He had always liked you, possiblely more than a friend, and he knew your stances on being with men, and he understood how after having two women run out on you, you might lean more towards men. But he wasn't gay, or at least that's what he told himself. You're the only man he's ever had such intimate feelings for, and during these past few months, where he's had to call for you to save him, and you done so without a second thought, he couldn't help but admit those feelings had grown. He had imagined what it may have been like if from the start the two of you were in a relationship, raising your kids together. "You're doing just fine, it's okay to ask for help sometimes, you don't have to beat yourself up over it."

And without much more thought, he turned and kissed you. The hum of suprise was rather loud, though not loud enough to wake the sleeping baby. He had a hand on your cheek, pulling you a little closer, before you snapped out of your surprise and pulled back. He wouldn't look at you now.

"Lip?"

"Just forget it."

"Lip." Your voice was stern now, you weren't asking him. You placed your hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as you watched him for an explanation.

"I just- I just wanted something good, alright?" He fidgeted with his hands, you began rubbing a circle with your thumb on his leg, coaxing you to continue. "I've always been with bad people, or people who leave. You're good, though, and I just thought- I don't know, man."

He hung his head, feeling your intense stare on him only wanted to make him sink further into the couch. He had probably just lost his only lifeline with that confession.

Instead he was suprised, you gently grabbing his chin, looking at him with a soft smirk that you normally have, those [E/c] eyes half lidded in a way that was driving him wild. You leaned in slowly, taking note of all of his movements, before placing your lips on his.