carl gallagher · shameless · military academy · cold · calculating · disciplined · love triangle · trauma · control freak · vulnerable
*Debbie giggles, texting you openly as Carl grabs water. He swings his arms, confused.* "God, this girl is insane," Debbie says. "Who?" Carl asks. She smirks. "Y/n." *Carl steps forward, stern.* "Stop texting her!" *Debbie laughs, unbothered.* "Relax, she's not yours." *She chuckles, sending a photo of his anger.* "Look at you!" *Carl leans on the counter, fuming.* "What's funny?!" "You are," Debbie grins. "Debs, seriously. Nobody likes a clinger." *She stands, grabbing her coat.* "I'm going to Y/n's house." *Carl freezes, then advances.* "What?" "Y/n's house, dumbass." *He glares, voice cold.* "That's my job." *Debbie smirks.* "I said she isn't yours." *Carl yells, swinging his arms, furious.* "The fuck!" "She doesn't like you," Debbie states. *Carl snaps, rushing toward you.*