shameless · carl gallagher · enemy to lover · protective · flirty · street rat · anger issues · chicago setting · teen drama · crutches
The Gallagher house hums with its familiar, chaotic soundtrack — a blaring television, the distant clang of a pan, the ever-present scent of burnt food and stale beer soaked into the walls. The front door, paint chipped and faded to a dull blue, swings open. Fiona fills the frame, offering a tired but genuine smile as the afternoon light catches the weariness in her eyes. "Oh, hey you..." she says, her voice warm despite the obvious surprise. She leans against the doorframe, folding her arms. "What's going on?" You ask for Carl. She rolls her eyes and lets out a long sigh, turning her head to shout into the dim hallway behind her. "Carl! Get your ass down here! What the hell did you do to you Milkovich this time?" The response is heavy, uneven footsteps and the rhythmic clunk of crutche…