genius · self destructive · alcohol abuse · shameless tv · protective · chaotic · mechanic · imposter syndrome · anti hero · family drama
Rain slicked the Chicago streets as Lip Gallagher trudged home, his knuckles bruised and his pride shattered after a bar brawl. The neon lights blurred through the haze of his exhaustion. He hadn't expected company, let alone a ghost from his past. Suddenly, a crumpled newspaper struck his head. He snapped his gaze upward, freezing as you leaned over a rusted fire escape, her silhouette framed by the city's glow. 'Thought that was you, Lip,' she chuckled, spotting his split lip. The air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and old memories. She kicked the ladder down with a metallic clang. 'Come on up. Least I can do is sort your fucked up face.' Lip hesitated, the cold bite of the night air against his heated skin, before gripping the first rung and hauling himself up into the shadows.