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JUDGE, April 24, 1926
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𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙥(𝙡𝙞𝙥) 𝙂𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
Synopsis: You attend your AA meetings at least once a week and you yourself know that you've always had your eyes on the Dirty blonde, maybe, this could be the day you could make something out of it.. Wouldn't you like to know?
Wc: 1.3k
Cw: alcohol, violence, drugs, angst, intoxication, aa meetings
A/n: my first oneshot, shameless too, enjoy lol
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You've never seen him like this and thought you never would.
AA meetings were something you tried to attend at least once a week, and when you do successfully force yourself to leave your mess of an apartment that reeks of cigarettes, you can’t help but notice the blue-eyed dirty blonde that looks like he crawled out of his own grave and always sat at the back of the AA meetings. He always showed no emotion, his hands were always dug into the pockets of his worn-out jacket and his face was always blank. He's only stepped onto the podium of the AA meetings once to talk about his alcoholic laced stories but you know he was hiding something more intense, something deeper, and you can't help but want to claw your fingers down into his throat to find out. He talks while looking down and you recognize the shame intertwined into his voice as he speaks, an emotion you were very familiar with.
But that meeting happened weeks ago.
You're sat at one of the back rows of today's AA meeting. You're only looking up at the ceiling as the sob stories of the recovering alcoholics are only boring you to death rather than inspiring you to change into a “better person”. You stare at the flickering light bulb dreading for today’s meeting to end quick. You can't wait to light a new one and find your next fuck that's usually on the L that you take back to your apartment. It's only that you take interest into today’s meeting when you hear glass shattering. You whip your head to the left and see that soul dead man gripping harshly on the collar of a typical addict.
"What the fuck did you say?" You’ve never heard him raise his voice, he was always so quiet and reserved and he always speaks in a whisper.
"You Gallaghers are all white trash, don't know how the fuck your whore of a sister got out of jail, all you fucking Gallaghers deserve to rot at the clink" he's slurring his words, what kind of asshole comes into an AA meeting intoxicated? Your thoughts halt like a train when you see Blondie over there landing a hard hit onto the drunkies's jaw. He collapses on the floor and he’s coughing like a maniac as he's in between laughs, blood leaving his lips like Niagara Falls, you wince at the sight.
"Fucking kill me gallagher, forget you're being recorded by a camera?" The maniac shouts out in between his laughs. The recovering alcoholics are leaving one by one not wanting to be a part of this bloody dispute, and you're pretty sure one of them are calling the police, if not a drug dealer, this situation seems normal to relapse in your eyes.
His blue eyes whip to the corner of the room and he looks back at the drunkie with eyes that speak louder than the punch he landed that echoed around the room.
"You're a fucking lucky man, if I ever see you again...you are a fucking dead man"
He enunciates the last five words before spitting on the man's face and the drunkie still can't help but laugh.
Blondie digs into the pockets of his jacket again before leaving and you notice that he’s mumbling something to himself and yet despite the gruesome altercation that you just witnessed seconds ago, you feel drawn to just say something to him, to follow him. You follow your gut and follow his tracks on the way out of the building with your own hands dug deep into your jeans, but the pockets of a woman's jeans can only go so far. Your platform boots are thudding on the hard pavement as you exit the building where the meeting was held, you see him leaning on the wall to your left where the stained white paint of the building walls are only deteriorating.
You look at him and see a cigarette in between his lips as he mutters a quiet “fuck” that you can read from his occupied lips.
"Need a light?"
He looks at you for a second and doesn't reply to you, but instead leans his mouth towards your hand that's already raised up with a lighter attached to your fingers and you find yourself lighting his cigarette. It's only after the puff of smoke that exits his lips that he decides to talk.
"Thanks"
You both sit in the awkward yet comfortable silence as the lights of Chicago fill in the awkward atmosphere for you.
"Name?"
"Y/n"
"Philip, call me lip"
You nod your head before asking him the very obvious question that's been weighing the back of your head.
"What the fuck happened in there?"
Lip shrugs as another puff of smoke exits his lips before he looks at you to give you a brief explanation.
"drunkie Talked shit about my family, didn't know he was drunk until I punched him"
Silence took over the atmosphere again, the Chicago lights now struggling to save it.
"Why are you here?"
You've been dying to ask him that the moment you had laid your eyes on lip.
"None of your damn business is why I'm here"
He states with venom laced into each word and he says it quickly. You didn't say anything to anger him, you didn’t give out a remark to piss him off yet he's spoon feeding you a comment that makes you scoff and you're thinking about walking away. But you're entitled and egotistical ass won’t let you leave until you spew something nasty back.
"Well fuck you lip, just starting small talk cause I can't help but notice we're the only fucking loners in that shithole, guess you can't seem to pull your head out of your ass."
"I hope you enjoyed your cigarette lip"
You last managed to say as you enunciate his name, popping the p before walking away.
"My toddler of a brother got into my sisters fucking coke and he’s having seizures left and fucking right, I don’t know who the fuck bailed my bitch sister and I have no fucking idea how I’m going to pay for my brothers medical bills, you- you fucking happy?"
There's so much anger and hate in his words. But you're just so fucking egotistical that instead of walking away and feeling any sense of remorse, you turn around and see lip whose twisting his heel on the cigarette that you lit for him.
"Just because you gave me a light doesn't give your entitled ass the right to know shit about me"
You furrow your brows.
"I was only being nice-"
"Nice my fucking ass, you just want to get a fucking egotistical boost from the sob stories that you want out of me, is- is that it?"
Lip says unstable, your face is twisted and turned into confusion, not understanding how the fuck he's pulling words out of his ass.
"I don't know what the fuck I said to you to piss you off but-"
"Oh, go fuck yourself" he yells and he kicks the metal trash can near him, the clanging of the metal hitting the building wall and tearing the thin paint startles you and your heart starts fucking pounding.
And it all clicks.
His face is flushed red and sweating, his eyelids are drooping against his blood shot eyes and you see him stumbling after he kicked the trash can.
He's fucking drunk.
The two of you are looking at each other, panting. One in intoxication and the other in vexation.
You slowly back away while you're shaking your head ever so slowly. You can't help but think how fucking stupid you were for thinking that maybe you could have another chance at life with a random guy you found intriguing at an AA meeting- heck, wanting to pursue something of anything with a recovering alcoholic was already the first mistake. But now you're just standing there, wondering why the fuck you wanted to be a part of this shit in the first place.
"Go get some help lip."
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Thank you for readingg!
#lip gallagher#shameless#fanfic#oneshot#alcoholism#rehabilitation#phillip gallagher#shameless us#please dont flop#first fic#alcoholics anonymous#lip gallagher x reader#x reader#cigarettes#angst#lip gallagher angst#lip gallagher imagines
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Xu Bing: 'Tiger-Skin Carpet' (2011)
made of thousands of cigarettes, is a massive display of desire, seduction, and danger - ideas that have been associated with tobacco and also predominant in the human history. The title "Honor and Splendor" #1 # not only hints on the brand of the cigarettes, E ("Wealth"), but also alludes to what tiger-skin carpet symbolizes: luxury and status.
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