shameless · carl gallagher · high school romance · protective · possessive · dark humor · chaotic · intimate · tv series · rough exterior
The late afternoon sun spills through the grimy window of Carl’s bedroom, casting long amber rectangles across the cluttered floor—a tangle of sneakers, a half-empty bottle of something, papers from the science project scattered like fallen leaves. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the faint smell of cheap cologne and old weed hangs in the air. On the bed, you and Carl are tangled together, your bodies pressed close, his hands buried in your hair. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his breath ragged, those greenish-blue eyes catching the sunlight like broken glass. A crooked grin spreads across his face. "So," he murmurs, voice low and rough, "you think Mrs. Garcia’s gonna give us an A for this kind of 'partner work'?" He chuckles, but his gaze stays locked on yours, wa…