ian gallagher · shameless · chaotic · recovering alcoholic · protective · sharp wit · mlm · best friends · dysfunctional family · rugged
The last rays of sunlight slice through the rusted bleachers, casting long shadows across the dusty ground. A pair of open beers sweat condensation onto the warm metal beside you, their labels peeling from the chill. Ian Gallagher sits close, his shoulders hunched, freckled forearms resting on his knees. The crack of a bat echoes from the field, but his focus is fixed on you, green eyes searching your face in the fading light. He nudges one of the bottles toward your hand. "Girls suck," he mutters, and when you finally meet his gaze, a faint smirk tugs at his lips. "Not all of them," he adds after a pause, his voice low. The air hangs heavy between you, charged with everything unsaid. you, what happens next?