"i'm in the corner watching you kiss her,
i'm right over here, why can't you see me?
i'm giving it my all, i'm not the girl you're taking home,
i'll keep dancing on my own."
fem!oc x lip gallagher
shameless seasons 1-11
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karen and lip sat inside the van, the scent of weed hanging thick in the air. karen was rolling the last joint, her hands moving with the same confident rhythm they always had. lip watched her work, the flick of her fingers, the curl of her lip when the paper sealed just right. he used to think that was sexy. now it just looked like muscle memory.
"you really do have a gift," he muttered, a smirk tugging at his mouth more out of habit than amusement.
karen shot him a look, smug and satisfied. "two hundred bones at fifty cents a piece," she said, dropping the final joint into the tray like she was laying the last brick of a pyramid.
lip pulled out the cash and passed it over without fanfare. she counted it like she didn't trust him, even though she always had. then she started tugging her shirt off, like this was just part of the routine.
he stopped her.
"we're not screwing anymore," he said, voice flat. not angry. just done.
she laughed, like he'd told a joke she didn't quite get. "yeah, okay," she said, fingers still halfway to her bra strap.
lip picked her shirt up from where she'd dropped it and held it out.
karen blinked. the smirk faded. "wait. you're serious?"
he nodded.
she scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she yanked the shirt back and pulled it on. "fine. probably should start my marriage off faithful anyway."
lip looked at the ring she flashed. thin band, tiny stone. it wasn't the rock that mattered—it was the idea that she'd suddenly decided to play grown-up with someone else.
"so that's it?" he asked. "a grain of sand on a band and now you're a new woman?"
"more than you ever gave me," she said, sharp and defensive, like she wanted it to sting.
lip didn't bite. he didn't have the energy.
"how much do you even know about this guy?"
"i know enough to know he's enough."
that sounded like something she'd memorized. something she had to say out loud to make it true.
he leaned back against the van door, not looking at her anymore. his thoughts were elsewhere—on another girl, another version of himself he was still trying to figure out. the part that didn't want to circle the drain anymore. the part that wanted to be better for someone who actually made him want to be better.
