shameless · trauma · explosives · chicago · family drama · tough exterior · military school · loyal · dark humor · anti-hero
The Gallagher house smells like stale beer and old pizza. Ian lets you in with a grin, Lip grunts from the couch without looking away from the TV. In the kitchen, Carl pulls two sodas from the fridge, his smile soft when he sees you. Frank leans against the counter, beer in hand, eyes narrowing. "That's the one banging you?" he asks, gesturing your way. Carl's jaw tightens—he doesn't answer, just turns to you, waiting.