Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 22. A Secure Man

Ever since Lip moved back home, he's felt a lot better. If he ever feels worried, he has no problem talking about it with Y/N. Not only has his mental health improved, but he also feels physically better. He eats healthier thanks to the diet his fiancé put together, and he exercises more.

Dressed in their workout gear, the couple runs through the city streets on a chilly morning, heading toward the park. Lip can tell he's out of shape—he struggles to keep up with his fiancé—but despite that, he feels like he's doing well. With snow and ice still settled on the ground, they tread carefully to avoid slipping.

Eventually, they take a break on a park bench. While Lip pants heavily, his fiancé hands him a water bottle, which he gladly takes.

"You're doing great, Lip."

"Thanks..." Lip mutters before taking a few sips. After swallowing, he lets out a satisfied groan. "God, I feel so fucking fat..."

"You're fine, I promise." Y/N gives him a kind smile, stretching his legs out on the bench. "You've still got that cute face."

"One with a double chin, yeah."

"What double chin?" Y/N asks, genuinely confused. "Stop being so pessimistic about your appearance. You look good."

He then leans closer, his crotch near his fiancé, who instantly looks flustered by the sudden flirting.

"If you doubt me, take a real close look at what's about to poke you."

Lip glances down at the bulge before looking up at Y/N's smug grin.

"You're fucking unbelievable."

"If you're unsure, feel free to find out for yourself." Y/N teases, nudging closer again.

Liking where things are going, Lip moves his hand toward the area—only to stop when he hears someone yelling.

"Faggots!"

Lip instantly freezes. Both men snap their heads to the side, spotting an older man glaring at them with a disapproving frown.

"Well, you're a fucking pervert too if you're watching this!" Y/N fires back. "Go home and jerk off before I beat some sense into you!"

The older man scowls before walking away, grumbling, "Men nowadays..."

Y/N watches him leave with a frown. "I was raised to respect my elders, but God, is it fun to disrespect them sometimes."

He then looks down, expecting a reaction from Lip—maybe some banter or a return to their flirting—but instead, the sweating man looks tense, his expression wary.

"Anyway, where were we?" Y/N asks, attempting to lighten the mood.

Instead of responding with more flirting, Lip abruptly stands up and hands the water bottle back. "I'm done taking a break."

Y/N is a little surprised by the sudden change but doesn't think much of it.

"Let's run." Lip says before turning around and jogging off.

Y/N watches him for a second, wondering if the old man's comment got to him. With a shrug, he follows, catching up easily.

-

After waking up, Mickey went straight to the bathroom to take a piss. Standing there, he absentmindedly glanced around. It was a bit chilly, given that he was only wearing a shirt and boxers. As he started wondering what he was going to do this weekend, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted.