#i'm always blushing speaking to people that i like grrr

[eeuwigestilte]

call me the blusher or sth fr

[gallaghersgal]

sorry to hear ur stressed my love

eyeblack with baseball lip…grrr he always makes you do it bc he said you do it prettier hehehe -🪱

this is so old but SO cute!!! here is a blurb. college au, pre-relationship, reader does social media for the team. nickname; snaps

"'ey kid, c'mere!"

you look up at the player calling for you. phillip gallagher. but everyone calls him lip. your finger finds the shutter button on your camera, you glance down at the display and watch through the screen as he cracks a grin. you snap the picture.

"cut the cameras," he jokes, moving to your side. his voice is quieter when he speaks again, a gentle tone you don't hear as often. "that's a good one, you better post that."

when you look up again he's close to your face, bright blue eyes staring into yours. "i will," you respond softly. for a second it feels like the two of you are the only ones in the bustling locker room. you remind yourself to stay focused. "what did you need?"

he gives you a puzzled look before remembering, "will'ya do my eye black? people like when 's all pretty, how you do it."

your cheeks heat up, but you take the eyeblack stick from his outstretched hand. he pulls a chair from the table behind you and sits down as you uncap the eye black, cupping his chin with one hand to keep him still. lip grins, looking for all the world like a cat that got the cream as he enjoys your softer hands on his face.

"y'know, you're a lot easier on the eyes than those jagoffs," he tells you, nodding over to the rest of the team.

could this guy get any more infuriating? you think, trying to conceal a smile. that's what he wants, to crack you, and you'll let him eventually. just, not yet.

after finishing one cheek with a dark line and a swirl at the end, you take a second to admire his face in detail. the proximity allows you to notice the freckles across his nose and the small scar on his cheek. "how'd you get that?" you murmur, tapping the spot with your finger before moving on to his other cheek.

now it's lip's turn to blush. he looks at you sheepishly and mumbles, "got it learnin' to ride my bike." you can't help but giggle, adding a swirl to the end of the line you've drawn, then another, smaller one just for good measure. "come on! don't laugh snaps, i was seven," he scolds in a playful tone.

you roll your eyes, capping the eye black and lifting your camera. "hold still, i'm adding this one to my portfolio," you tease.