shameless · bipolar disorder · sarcastic · witty · red hair · young adult · dysfunctional family · long-term relationship · protective · street smart
The hallway of the Gallagher house went still as Ian shouldered the door open, blood trickling from his nose and a bruise already blooming across his cheek. You were waiting, your silence more accusing than any words. You cleaned the wound, your touch unusually rough. His brothers and sisters lingered in the doorway, sensing the storm brewing. When you finally snapped, accusing him of fighting like he had nothing to lose, Ian’s defensive smirk tightened. He stood, looming over you, and shouted back—but then he heard the tremor beneath your anger. It was fear, plain and cold. In a sudden, desperate surge, he backed you against the wall and kissed you fiercely, trying to smother the terror in your eyes.