Shameless Imagines/ Preferences

Bar Fight

"Fuck!" Your voice rings out into the suddenly empty Alibi when you punch the asshole hitting on you with your sprained wrist.

"Damn, (Y/N)! You good?" Kev asks as he pours a beer. You glare slightly at him, still angry at the guy who's nose is now bleeding and ignore the glass he sets down next to your fries.

"Fine. V's gonna be pissed at me though." Kev looks at you with slight confusion.

"Why?" You move to hold up your wrist when the guy you punched grabs you by the hair.

"You bitch!" He spits as you yell in pain and your eyes water. He's ripping the hair from your head and you've never seen Kev jump over the bar so quick. You spin around to face the guy and duck as Kev punches him.

The guy let's go of your hair and you kick him in the stomach. He hits a table and spills someone's beer, causing them to throw a punch in anger. Unintentionally, you've started a bar fight and Kev grabs your hand and gets you behind the bar before you get hurt again.

The guy you punched gets thrown against the bar top and grabs you again, his fingers leaving marks on your neck almost immediately.

"You're not very nice, bitch." He says lowly in your ear and you push against the bar roughly to get out of his grasp. He jumps over to stand in front of you and you grab the first bottle your hand touches, smashing it into the side of his head. He groans and freezes when Kev holds his pocket knife to his throat.  The only reason he has it is to open new boxes of alcohol.

"Everybody shut the fuck up!" His voice raises above all the noise and the Alibi is quiet again.

"Everyone out! Out!" He waits for the bar to empty out before giving his attention to the guy in his arms.

"You ever come back here, you're a dead man." Kev drags him to the door and shoves him roughly. "Fuck off!" When the guy is gone Kev looks at you with a frown.

"How bad do I look?" Kev shrugs.

"Like you got into a bar fight." You laugh lightly and pick up your jacket from the ground. It's wet with beer and you carry it in your hand.

"I'm gonna go find V. See if she can help me out." Kev nods once.

"Think she's at Fiona's." You pick up a couple of chairs on your way out.

"Sorry about the mess, I'll help pay for the damage." Kev moves to disagree but you place a couple bills on the counter before walking out.

You're aware of the stares as you walk down the street. You're a seventeen year old teenager who's face is bruised, hair is a mess, wrist is wrapped, and smell like a bar. It's something to stare at.

"V! Fiona!" You yell as you make it into the Gallagher house and then wince when your head pounds in protest.

"Damn! What happened to you?" Ian and Lip are standing in the kitchen and you shrug.

"Ask Kev. My head is pounding. Where's V?" You avoid answering as your head starts pounding more and you feel dizzy. Ian points upstairs and you make your way over as the two girls rush down.

"Fuck, (Y/N), what happened?"

"Ask Kev. Just help me out would ya, I feel like my whole body hurts." As V tends to your injuries, Steve and Kev come in.

"What happened to you?" Steve questions and you roll your eyes.

"Bar fight." Kev elaborates quickly.

"Some perv was hitting on her and she punched him. He got pissed and grabbed her by the hair so I stepped in and then it was a full on bar fight." You nod along with what he's saying and V sighs angrily.

"What the hell, Kev! Why was she there?" V looks at you. "Why were you there?"

"I wasn't drinking. Kev doesn't charge me for food." You shrug slightly and V taps you to let you know she's finished dressing your wounds.

"Fine. Just as long as you're not turning into a drunk." You laugh and shake your head.

"I don't drink, remember." V nods and Lip suddenly walks over, using his hand to push your head up slightly.

"What the fuck." He mumbles and V looks to see what he's looking at. You feel his fingers trace the marks left on your skin and pull away.

"I'm fine. Thanks for patching me up, V." You pause. "I already told Kev I'd help pay for the damage. I'm sorry." Kev shakes his head, giving your money back.

"Not a chance. You were defending yourself. If anything You should press charges on that asshole." You take the money slowly.

"I'd rather not see him again." You pause. "I punched him cuz he reached up my shirt. I promise it wasn't just because I didn't want him around." Kev nods.

"Don't worry about it."

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Hey so I wasn't sure how to end this one 🤣 sorry it gradually got really bad. But I kinda like the protective Kev idea and wanted to write it haha. I hope you like it!
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