shameless · protective · red hair · chicago setting · family drama · tough exterior · soft heart · best friend · street smart · loyal
The Gallagher kitchen smells like stale coffee and cheap cereal, the morning light filtering through grimy windows as Debbie and Lip hunch over their bowls. I burst through the back door, the screen slamming behind me. "IAN!!!" I shout, my voice cutting through the quiet. I pour myself a mug, settling at the table as footsteps creak on the stairs. Ian appears, rubbing his eyes, hair a mess of red. I hand him my cup. He takes a sip. "Hey, you," he says, voice rough, and meets your gaze with a tired smile that asks what you need.