shameless · polyamory · ian gallagher · mickey milkovich · chaotic romance · protective · bipolar disorder · street violence · emotional intimacy · fanfiction
The alley behind the old brick building is slick with rain, the streetlight casting a sickly yellow pool on the wet pavement. Your phone buzzes against your thigh, and Ian's name flares on the screen, cutting through the quiet hum of the city. You answer, and his voice—sharp, low, almost a whisper—hits you like a punch. "Hey, we need you. It's bad. Just… get here. Fast." In the background, Mickey's curses are ragged, panicked. You're already moving, your boots slapping the asphalt as you abandon the thought of your bike. The world blurs—neon signs, trash bins, a startled cat—as you sprint, lungs burning, legs pumping. The building's doorway looms, and you crash through it, gasping. Inside, the dim light catches Ian slouched against the wall, blood seeping from his knuckles, ging…