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bl00d-bunny · 1 year

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rock bottom - lip gallagher

-pairing- lip gallagher x fem!reader

-summary- after bumping into lip on the street, you catch up and realize lip isn't doing too good. for this request here

-warnings- angst, vomit/throwing up, alcohol abuse, smoking (w33d), drinking, shameless activities lol,

-word count- 2k

Friday nights for you were always the same. After clocking out at work, you’d stop at your local shop to buy a pack of smokes and some beers before heading home to your couch. You liked the routine, it was like self-care to you. Instead of spending the weekend partying as you used to, you’d spend the weekend alone, watching sitcom reruns with a beer.

As soon as you stepped out of work you were on autopilot. You knew what to expect, Friday nights were always the same. You’d get the train, then walk to the same shop, wave at the same shopkeeper, walk to the same fridge, and get the same beer, before walking to the counter to buy the same smokes and then walk the same five minutes to your apartment.

You liked the repetition, it was a time for your brain to switch off, almost like meditation. As you paid the shopkeeper, whose name you really should know by now, you heard the bell at the door. You thanked the shopkeeper, like always, and stuffed your change into your purse.

Someone bumped into your back, sending the coins in your hand skidding across the counter. Picking up the coins you see their beige jacket heading for the booze, you roll your eyes.

Unfortunately, this was also part of your routine, living in a not-so-nice neighborhood meant that there were always junkies, or drunks, in their own world focused on their next fix. You didn’t mind them in all honesty, although you wished they had a better sense of direction.

You are clumsy enough as it is, you didn’t need any more help with being knocked over. Making sure you had all your money, you waved to the shopkeeper before heading out.

Outside the shop, you wrapped your coat across your chest hoping to keep the cold air out as you opened your new packet of cigarettes. Pulling a lighter out of your pocket, you spark a cigarette. You hear the shop bell not far behind you, pocketing your lighter you start to head for home.

You aren’t far from the shop when you hear a voice behind you, “Mind if I bum one of those?”

You turn to find the owner of the beige jacket behind you, but under the glow of the street lamps, you can’t be sure you recognise them.

“Lip?” You take a step closer trying to verify that it’s really him. It’s his smile that confirms it.

You hadn’t seen him in a while, last you heard he was at college but looking at him now, in the middle of the street, shop lights illuminating him, he didn’t look himself. Maybe it was just the stress of college, but he looked tired and worn, his skin pale, accentuating the dark bags under his eyes.

Pulling a fresh cigarette from the pack you both move closer, handing it to him you grab your lighter from your pocket. Instead of handing him the lighter, you light it, letting the orange flame dance between you. He leans forward, cigarette between his lips inhaling to ignite it.

It’s then you smell it, the sharp smell of alcohol. He smelt of stale cheap alcohol and something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on, it was sweet and sour at the same time.

He took a step back, exhaling he thanked you. You shrugged it off, back in the day you two would share cigarettes without even asking. Then you both just stood there, in the smokey silence. You didn’t know what to say, what do you say after it's been so long?

Before you knew what you were saying you invited him back to your place for a beer. You weren’t sure it was the best idea considering you could already smell alcohol on him but you hadn’t seen him in so long and you didn’t know when or if you’d see him again. You could tell he was thinking the same thing, taking his time before he responded. He accepted almost reluctantly.

The two of you walked the short walk to your apartment in silence, the only contact you had was Lip occasionally bumping into you before mumbling an apology. You spent the time trying to think of what to say. You wanted to ask how he was doing but it was clear he wasn’t doing good.

Opening the door to your apartment you immediately regret inviting him over, your place was a mess, and you can’t even remember the last time you cleaned.

“I’m sorry about the mess,” you scrambled to put the dirty dishes in the sink and the trash in the garbage.

“Don’t worry about it,” he shrugs.

Settling opposite each other at the kitchen table you crack open a beer before passing him one, maybe a drink will bring back the sarcastic, flirty Lip you remember. God knows you need a drink.

“So, how have you been, I heard you were at college?” You finally ask, ripping off the metaphorical band-aid.

He looks into his can of beer, not saying anything. Maybe you could have asked that a bit better.

“I- err I was kicked out,” he finally said not looking up.

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” he shrugged, “I mean I didn’t really want to go in the first place.”

Unsure of what to say, you sip your beer in silence.

“What about you?” He asked looking up from the can between his hands, “I mean you have your own place now,” he glanced around your space.

“Yeah,” you smiled, you loved having your own place, “I’m working at this office uptown, honestly I hate it but you know I’ve got bills to pay,” you tried to keep the conversation going but knew he didn’t want to talk about your crappy job.

“You still smoke weed, right?” Before he could answer you answered for him, “Of course you do, who am I kidding?” You laughed.

Walking to your room you grabbed your stash and made your way back to the kitchen table. Placing your rolling tray down you handed Lip the joint you had rolled before work and began rolling yourself one. You knew a little weed would get the conversation following, the two of you would smoke all summer long before life got in the way.

After a few joints and more beer, the conversation was going just fine, almost like the old days. He told you everything his family had been up to, and you complained about work and your jerk ex-boyfriend.

Somewhere along the way, the conversation deepened, and Lip opened up to you. He told you why he got kicked out of college, that he’s been drinking uncontrollably and he doesn’t remember the last time he’d been home. It broke your heart to see him like this.

Growing up on the southside you knew not everyone would make it out but if you were placing bets, you would’ve bet on him.

Seeing him so lost and broken, it was like looking at a stranger. You tried your best to comfort him but honestly, comfort was never your strong suit.

You were about to roll another joint when you heard the birds chirping outside. You checked your phone before looking out the window. Sure enough, the sky was lightening every so slightly. When you turned to Lip he was pocketing his phone having just checked the time himself.

“Shit, I’m sorry for staying so long, I’ll get going,” he stood wiping the few stray tears from his face.

“Don’t be sorry,” you stood as well, you didn’t want him to leave especially not like this.

“Do you mind if I use your bathroom before I go?”

You pointed him in the direction of the bathroom and began clearing away the empty cans while trying to think of something more to say to him. Once the cans were away and Lip wasn’t back you pottered about tidying up here and there.

When he still didn’t emerge you went to check up on him. Outside the bathroom, you heard nothing, you knocked on the door.

“Lip?” you pressed your ear against the door but still heard nothing.

Twisting the doorknob, the door didn’t open. It should have opened, the lock has been busted since you moved in.

Calling out to him you used all your body weight to try to open the door. You were able to push it just far enough open for you to slip inside, the door slamming forcefully shut behind you.

There on your bathroom floor is Lip Gallagher. He is curled up on the cold tile floor his feet blocking the door. You immediately checked his pulse and breathing, thankfully he has just passed out. And thrown up, there's puke in the toilet and some on the seat. Before attempting to wake him you get a large glass of water and prepare a cold washcloth.

Back in the bathroom, you wipe the puke from his chin before gently shaking him awake. He is barely conscious as he sits up leaning against the bath. You force him to have some water before you quickly clean the toilet.

Now that he is sitting up you notice he has some sick on his coat, that he never took off in the hours he was here. Taking it off and tossing it to the side you realize why there is vomit dried and crusted on his shirt. You close your eyes feeling your heart break even more.

You place your hand on his cheek and look at him, his face pale and sweaty. “What happened, Lip?” you ask knowing he won't answer.

Taking off his shirt, you toss it with his coat to be washed later. Standing you try to wake him enough to get him into bed, he is barely awake by the time you get him to stand up and guide him to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, he flops onto your bed. You remove his shoes and pull his legs onto the bed. Tucking him up in the bed, he begins to snore quietly, you make sure he is on his side and pull your trashcan close in case he needs to vomit again.

Back in the bathroom you put his clothes in the washing machine and took the cup of water to the bedside. You watched Lip sleep for a moment, he finally looked peaceful. You turn to the cupboard to get a blanket and some pillows, so you can sleep on the couch.

“Y/n?” you turn to see Lip hasn’t moved save for opening his eyes.

“Just sleep, Lip,” you close the cupboard and move for the door. “I’ll be on the couch.”

“Will you stay with me?” you can barely make out his face in the dark, “please.”

Without saying a word you close the bedroom door, dropping the pillows and blanket at the foot of the bed. Lip shuffles over, making space for you. Once you are in the bed, he snuggles into you, resting his head on your chest. You stroke his hair as you listen to his steady breathing.

When he's finally asleep you place a kiss on his head, “we will fix this, I don’t how but we will. I promise.”

#bunny writes #shameless #shameless imagine #shameless us #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher fanfic #lip gallagher imagine #lip gallagher #lip gallgher angst

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mediavol-o · 19 days

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( HSR Penacony main story spoilers, just up to 2.1 and character death lol) //

is anyone else so bored that they are running back to terrible games or just me

#hsr spoilers #honkai star rail #gallgher hsr #sunday hsr #spoilers

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yellowymellon · 27 days

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I BROUGHT YALL ANOTHER CRAZY THEORY

not mine actually it's from tieba, ppl are theorizing that sunday is possibly going to get recruited by elio. fascinating yet crazy right? LEMME LAY EVERYTHING DOWN

okay so sunday's design is very much inspired of ena, both his old one and the new one. it has many eyes, the halo, the golden accents. not to mention his personality that resonates with her path.

this will not make sense if u dont pay attention to elio's concept art (most likely will change by the time he appears but) here it is :

notice the amount of eyes, the sun and the similar patterns, a picture of ena for reference :

they also said that ena seems to be holding a puppet string and it could be related to "destiny's slave", i dont completely agree but it's A COOL THEORY!!

i've always assumed elio to be an omen vanguard of terminus the aeon of finality. since he has blessing/curse of seeing the future unlike finality followers i believed he might be our first finality emenator BUT! emenators could follow a different path, it's so interesting to think he could be a finality emenator but an order follower, and it makes sense! who would greatly seek to stop nanook and restore balance? well hooh too but ena would very much dedicate themselves in stopping nanook. now ena is debatably dead but paths don't disappear. but keep in mind we actually don't know which aeon gives the stellaron hunters powers.

so far we don't know what the stellaron in penacony does, it doesnt seem to be the threat itself but the one who obtains it might be dangerous. that's why elio wants the nameless to go after the stellaron. but that doesnt make THAT much sense either, why wouldn't the stellaron hunters themsleves do the job? they're already capable. if u ask me penacony feels the best place for kafka/SW instead, it might be easier for us to obtain it if we help the family but anyways- we can go on forever abt why it's not right so lets force this theory to make sense tehee~

i talked abt how sunday might learn a truth after his "death", gallagher's voice line abt him is "He reminds me of the "Odes of Harmony," but I caught a whiff of something behind the facade he puts on... something real." the odes of harmony is basically a song praising xipe, he means sunday being a reserved religious saint like person, is a facade and gallagher saw something real. based on my post where i discovered that i'm a follower of nous after all (i'm not-) https://www.tumblr.com/yellowymellon/746431759854551040/you-know-it-would-be-funny-if-the-actual-villain?source=share

gallagher might've caught on it earlier and targeted sunday from all the family heads, if he was going to kill in any case he needed the best victims that could give him the break through he needed, robin might've been just the stepping stone to kill the oak family head (important) who conveniently might be the one to side with him (YALL IM COOKING AND IT'S BURNING)

sunday is described as perfect on the outside but secretly a freak, he shows no mercy to what he thinks is wrong and doesn't compromise. but i don't trust him with what he thinks is wrong. he might be shrewd and manipulative fitting for a head, but still young and emotional to make absolutes (judgements). see, the family is a perpetrator to many MANY evil stuff that shouldn't be in his book (literally lol)

u see where i'm going? me neither elio could potentially need to ally with sunday if his stance changes after learning the whole, purest truth

#elio and sunday? in the same sentence? ITS HEAVEN #maybe it's me coping maybe im unto something (death)#nah ill do 10 last pulls if gallgher comes home this theory IS CORRECT #i saw tiny pic spoilers from 2.2 cuz they're everywhere in twitter and i feel like i'm cooking LET ME COOK PLS WAAAAA #my genius is sometimes too frightening ikik #hsr spoilers #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr sunday #hsr gallagher #if there's typos know that i can't spell #penacony #hsr elio

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thel00k · 16 days

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Cuddle

The worn cotton is the first thing he feels, followed by mickey's warmth.

It's the first morning after they took over Fiona's room and it's a bit disorienting waking up in a different room. The ceilings are a different shade of white and he's not facing the door. Ian thinks about how Fiona and Steve must've had their sweet moments in this room and how, now, they're strangers scattered in different parts of the world.

It makes him lean in to smell the man in his arms, smiling, feeling grateful how later they'll be having cereals at the same table.

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my first time doing galladrabbles, not sure if I’m doing it right tbh😿 thank you @galladrabbles and @flamingbluepanda for the prompt <3 ♥️

#galladrabbles #gallavich #ian gallgher #mickey milkovich #shameless us

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yezzyyae · 6 months

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I don’t think Jeremy Allen White can get anymore handsome. I showed my mom this pic and she was like “well damnnn he is really handsome” 😂 it’s the blue eyes, curls, his lips, and his structure of his face ❤️

Jeremy Allen White is becoming A-List and he deserves it all! Acting is his craft and he takes it serious! He needs all the recognition!

And he cleans up really nice ☺️😏

#the bear #handsome #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmy berzatto #perfection #carmen berzatto #lip gallgher #showtime shameless #JAW is a handsome man🥰#he is my 2nd fav white boy right now ❤️

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jeremyallenwrench · 1 year

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#tvedit #filmedit #shamelessedit #lip gallgher #lipgallagheredit #jimmy lishman #shamelessnet #tvfilm #***#jeremy allen white #jeremyallenwhiteedit #justin chatwin #filmtv #filmtvdaily #userstream #chewieblog

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mossy-fae · 8 months

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#shameless #shameless gifs #shameless gifset #gallaghers always lie #lip gallagher #lip gallgher gifs #lip gallagher gifset #jeremy allen white #jeremy allen white gifs #jeremy allen white gifset

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thebearer · 8 months

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part one of the best friend au blurb series with lip gallagher. i figured the meeting would be a good place to start :)

"Hey, can you hear me?" You pressed your phone to your ear, your free hand plugging your ear so you could hear your friend on the other line.

The dorm was packed, people spilling out into the hallway, booze spilling over cups. Costumes of all kinds passing by you, the bass rattling the walls as the Halloween party was in full swing. It was your first, and your only- you'd decided. You wanted the true college experience as any eager freshman would. You just didn't know you'd be doing it alone.

Your friends had bailed, ditching you for a frat party instead. One all the way across campus. You supposed you could go, fight the frigid cold alone in your tiny angel costume, but you decided against it. Sitting on the couch in some room instead, where a guy was gaming at his computer.

"Yo," You looked up, a mess of curls and blue eyes standing above you, red solo cup in his hand. "You, uh, you with Ron?"

"Who?" You asked, brow raised over the music.

The boy jerked his head over to the guy gaming. You shook your head. "You a friend of Amanda's? She's... I don't know where she is, honestly."

"No, I, uh," You stood, cheeks tinging with embarrassed heat. "'m sorry. I just... I needed a second, and this was... Well, no one was having sex in here, so I just... This is your room, isn't it? I-I'm sorry. I'll leave, I just-" You rambled.

"Hey, no, it's-it's fine. I get it." The guy said, smiling at you softly. "It's a fuckin' zoo out there."

"Yeah." You nodded, eyes cutting to the open door, where people stumbled by.

"I'm, uh, I'm Lip by the way." The boy said, blue eyes blinking up at you. You mumbled your own name back, eyes cutting around the room.

"I can... I can shut the door if you want me to? If it's too much." Lip offered, eyes scanning your frame. Your tiny, white dress that hugged you in the right place. The tiny, feather halo that was tilted in your hair.

"No, you don't have to. It's your room. I don't-" You muttered, nervously toying with the strap to your wings.

Lip shrugged, nonchalant, so effortlessly cool. "Nah, no problem, really. I'll leave it unlocked. I, uh, I have to finish my Quantum Computing paper anyways."

"Quantum? What's your major?" You gawked lightly.

Lip grinned, pressing the door shut, the noise dulled. Your ears rang lightly. "Uh, robotic engineering? I think." Lip shrugged. "I haven't decided yet. Figure I got a coupla years."

"You're a sophomore?" You guessed, watching him sit at his desk across from you.

"Freshman." Lip smiled. "What about you, angel?"

You rolled your eyes, hoping it hid your blush. "I'm a freshman, too. First semester."

"Yeah? What're you majoring in?" Lip leaned back in his chair.

"Elementary ed." You mumbled. "Not as great as what you're doin', but I'm not good with math."

"Yeah, but it's important." Lip shrugged. "Lot more important than my shit."

"Doubt that." You muttered, taking a seat back on the couch. Your phone buzzed, a half-ass apology from your roommate about ditching.

"Boyfriend?" Lip asked, nodding at your phone.

"Roommate." You scoffed. "She ditched me. When to the Kappa Sig party instead. Didn't tell me until I was here."

"Ah, that's shitty."

"Tell me about it." You rolled your eyes. "That's why I was in here, by the way. I'm not just like some freak who sneaks in people's rooms during parties. I just... I didn't know anyone out there."

"It's cool." Lip shrugged. "I'm usually here at these things if you ever are. Kinda... have to be, I guess." He pointed to the closed door. You grinned. "If you ever need someone to hang with."

"Thanks." You mutter. "I can leave, though, so you can do your homework. It was cool to meet you. I just... I don't wanna bother you. Sounds like important stuff."

"Nah, I'll finish it later." Lip shrugged. "So, you, uh, from here?"

It was the start, born in the small dorm room, chatting over loud music that eventually fizzled out a little after three am. You and Lip swapping stories, laughing over shitty roommate tales, and mutual complaints about the school. A friendship blossomed, sprung from an unexpected meeting between the two of you. The start of something neither one of you were prepared for.

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