Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 32. A Lesser Man

In his fiancé's arms, Lip looks at Y/N's phone, watching the seconds tick toward midnight. Wrapped in each other's warmth, lying naked on the bed, they both savor the final few moments before the Gallagher reaches a major milestone: one year sober. And his fiancé couldn't be prouder.

"You're almost there." Y/N says gently. "One year... You're almost done."

"I know..." Lip replies, barely believing it himself.

Despite all the temptations, he managed to stay sober. Not just that—he's smoking less, he lost all the weight from stress eating, and he's finally built the muscles he wanted. The stress of school, the pressure, the tests—he never thought he'd make it through. And yet, here he is.

"We should count down together." Y/N suggests, as just a few seconds remain. "From five."

Lip hums. "Alright."

"5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

12:00 AM. Lip did it. One full year sober.

It doesn't even feel real yet. A year ago, he was fighting with Y/N about going to rehab. Back then, he thought he'd never repair their relationship—whether as friends or something more. And yet, here he is now, about to marry him.

The man behind him kisses his cheek, sets the phone aside, and hugs him tightly. "You did it, Lip! One year sober! I'm so proud of you."

As Lip takes it all in, a slow smile spreads across his face. He turns to look at his fiancé. "Yeah. I guess we're really getting married..."

"Yeah." Y/N smiles back. "You're going to be my husband. And I'll be yours."

Although a little nervous, Lip feels a flicker of excitement. Growing up, he always imagined ending up with a wife or a girlfriend. Yet somehow, he fell in love with a man. And he doesn't mind that at all. He leans in and kisses the man he loves, celebrating the victory that brought them here.

-

The next day, Lip wakes up a bit later than Y/N. Once he gets up and walks into the kitchen, he's quick to spot the rest of the family gathered there.

"Here comes the bride! Here comes the bride!" Everyone begins chanting, teasing Lip, who looks a little embarrassed.

"Congrats on getting a husband!" Ian cheers.

"And on being the wife!" Mickey adds.

"Shut up!" Lip laughs it off. "One day you two will end up like us."

He glances over at Y/N, who's on the phone while making breakfast for his fiancé.

"Да, конечно, ты можешь с ним встретиться. Уверен, он тоже хочет познакомиться с тобой и с Сергеем... Ты приедешь завтра? ...Отлично. Позвони мне, когда приедешь." 'Yeah, sure you can meet him. I'm sure he wants to meet you and Sergey too... You're coming tomorrow? ...Great. Call me when you arrive.'

Y/N hangs up the phone and turns to Lip with a smile. "There's my gorgeous future husband."

"I could say the same." Lip replies, leaning in to kiss him. He looks down to see what his cook's culinary—it's a heart-shaped pancake. "You shouldn't have."

"But I wanted to." Y/N says, placing the pancake on a plate from the pan. "And since summer vacation's starting, we can focus on the wedding. I already got us a wedding planner." He grabs a glass from the cupboard and takes out some orange juice from the fridge, pouring it at the table. "I scheduled a meeting for noon."