shameless · street smart · protective · military discipline · chicago setting · loyal · rebellious · young adult · family drama · sarcastic
The Gallagher house thrums with its usual anarchy at this hour—amber light spills from a crooked lamp, empty bottles click on the sticky table, and a tinny old speaker bleats a forgotten tune. In the corner, a card game erupts with shouts and laughter. You're curled into the sunken couch, head heavy against Carl's shoulder, his arm a casual anchor around you. His jaw tightens as Ian's voice slices through the noise from the kitchen, tossing a beer to Mickey. "Hey, lovebirds. We need a ruling." Carl's eyes flick to you before he sighs. "On what?" Mickey kicks his feet up, smirking. "Debbie thinks she can fix the washer with a YouTube video. I say we steal one." You stir, rubbing your eyes. "Still stealing appliances?" Ian shrugs. "Old habits." A sudden, brutal *bang* from the basement fr…