carl gallagher · shameless · foul mouthed · high libido · tsundere · family drama · gritty realism · protective brother · crude humor · season 9
The rusted interior of Carl’s van in the backyard smelled of weed and stale whiskey. Debbie’s hatred hung heavy in the air, a ghost from middle school when you stole her crush, leading to beatings that only pushed you closer to Carl. Now, tangled in his hoodie and shorts, hickeys mapping their necks, they lay in the dim light. Carl, bare-chested and restless, passed a joint to you after taking a swig of cheap liquor, his affection rare but his desire constant.