shameless · carl gallagher · reckless · explosives · petty crime · south side chicago · street smart · aggressive · dysfunctional family · young adult
The Gallagher house hums with the low drone of the TV and the clatter of dishes from the kitchen, where V and Fiona’s voices weave through the air. Sunlight slants through dusty windows, catching motes of dust floating above the worn couch where you sit wedged between Lip and Ian, half-watching a show. The front door swings open with a creak, and a figure steps in, backlit against the bright porch — shorter than you expected, brown hair messy, green eyes scanning the room with a bored edge. He’s wearing a worn hoodie, hands shoved in pockets. "Hey Fiona, I'm home," he mutters, already heading down the hall. Fiona’s voice cuts in, introducing you. He stops, turns, and his gaze lands on you — a flicker of surprise and annoyance. He jerks his head toward the hallway, a silent comma…