Trauma At Its Finest (Lip Gallagher X Male Reader)

Ch 34. Drowning In Doubt

"Here we are! Are you ready?"

It's Y/N's bachelor party. With his eyes covered, he can only use his ears to guess where he is. Hearing some pop music, he would've guessed a bar—unless they didn't listen to him and brought him somewhere else.

As Kev removes the blindfold, it turns out to be the other place: Y/N sees multiple strippers—some giving lap dances, some pole dancing, others just walking around.

"Damnit! I asked not to go to a strip club."

"Why the hell not?" Mickey asks, thinking something must be wrong with Y/N, as he enjoys the view just like his boyfriend. "It's naked men dancing. How could you not enjoy it?"

"A faithful partner would never do this." Sergey comments, sharing the same sentiment as his little brother.

Vlad rolls his eyes. "This is why you're still single." Again, a stoic gaze from his older brother.

"C'mon, it'll be fun." Kev encourages Y/N, hoping he'll enjoy the night.

"Aren't you three supposed to be straight?" Y/N asks, looking at Kev, Sergey, and Vlad. Sergey is the only one who appears the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"Yeah. And?" Kev puts his arm around Y/N. "C'mon. Let's get you a lap dance!"

-

"This fucking sucks."

Back at the Gallagher house, Lip is throwing his own bachelor party. The three men wait for the female stripper to arrive. They're sitting on the couch, all wearing party hats while the radio plays in the background. Still, it's not the same as going to a strip club—something Carl clearly hates.

"Why can't we just go to a strip club?" Carl complains.

"Because there'll be booze." Brad answers. Along with Carl, he's one of the only guests—Lip's friend from AA and his sponsor. "And when there's booze, we drink. And we don't want that."

"That's just lame." Carl sighs. "Why the hell didn't you invite more people? Y/N got more people and half of them are straight."

"Because people are busy." Lip shrugs.

Brad glances at him, sensing something more. "You don't have many friends, huh?"

Lip scoffs. "Says you."

"Want me to join?"

They turn toward the kitchen, where Debbie is standing. She's supposed to be watching over Liam, Mikhail, and Alyosha while the guys have their party, but since the rest of the house is full of men, she feels excluded.

"No, it's dudes only." Carl replies.

"C'mon, I could be a dude."

"No, you don't." Lip shoots back. "Far as I know, you got no penis. No penis, no dude."

"Then fuck you." Debbie snaps, turning and heading upstairs. "For someone watching your kids, you act like an asshole!"

"That's his favorite place." Carl jokes, earning a jab in the ribs from Lip, who laughs along.

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At the strip club, Y/N doesn't look amused as he receives a lap dance. While the rest seem to be enjoying the party—especially Ian and Mickey—the upcoming husband would rather be anywhere else. In fact, he'd rather go home and get hit by Lip than be touched by a random stranger.