Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 23. The Storm That Took It Away

Another day, another workout. It's been a while since Lip started exercising, and while it's tough, he's glad he did. Not only is he getting back into shape, but he's also spending quality time with his husband. He finds working out much easier with good company around him.

On a cold morning, Lip sits on a bench, catching his breath after jogging for 40 minutes. Soon, Y/N jogs back to check up on his fiancé.

"Tired yet?"

"Just catching my breath... I'm not quitting anytime soon." Lip smirks.

"Good. We're almost done. You ready for one last sprint, tubby?"

Lip looks up to see Y/N daring him to continue. Instead of feeling insulted, he's eager to prove himself. "Just wait until I beat your ass."

"Oh yeah?" Y/N then slaps Lip's ass. "Let's do it then!"

After running for a few more minutes, they head into a café and sit down. Y/N glances at Lip, who, despite looking exhausted, is smiling happily. After ordering some water, the Russian checks his phone.

"700 calories burned. You're doing good."

"Thanks." Lip is happy to receive the praise. "I feel like I could go for another run."

"Let's rest first. You can't just jump into this expecting to go full speed without your body giving out. Slow and steady wins the race. Remember that."

Their drinks arrive, and they take a break. As they sip their water, Y/N scrolls through his phone, his expression suddenly turning serious as he reads some troubling news. Meanwhile, Lip is chatting casually.

"700 calories is about a pizza, right? I hope one day I can eat one without worrying about being a fatass."

"Lip." Y/N's tone shifts, immediately catching Lip's attention. "The news is reporting a massive storm heading for Chicago."

Lip raises an eyebrow. "How massive?"

"'Recommended to stay inside and under no circumstances go outside' massive." Y/N clarifies.

Lip's expression changes, concern settling in.

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Back in the living room, everyone sits tensely, processing the news. Debbie holds Franny protectively, worry evident in her expression. Kaitlyn anxiously clutches Venom for comfort. Ian feels panic creeping in, while Liam tries to act composed despite the stress. Mickey, though less concerned, knows they can't afford to ignore the situation. Amidst the anxious group, Y/N stands with a plan.

Knowing that the man of the house has things under control, Lip feels reassured that everything will be alright. Still, with college closed because of the storm, he can't shake a slight unease.

"There's no doubt we're about to get hit by a storm strong enough to send debris flying—and that can kill someone." Y/N says, standing in front of the group. He holds up his laptop, displaying the latest updates, along with a sheet of paper where he's drawn out a rough plan. "That's why we're heading straight to the basement first thing in the morning to wait it out. The good news is we'll only need to stay down there for a day. Luckily for us, we won't have to shit and piss down there the entire time—I think it'll be safe to go upstairs for a few minutes when needed."

Debbie groans in relief. "Thank fucking god I don't have to shit in front of everyone..."

"However, we need to prepare." Y/N continues, flipping to another page. "I've made a list of supplies we need. We all have to pitch in, but other people will have the same idea."