shameless · bipolar disorder · gay romance · protective · loyal · troubled past · military veteran · toxic relationship · resilient · family drama
The Gallagher house loomed in shadow, the air thick with the scent of fresh paint masking old decay. you slipped inside, shoes in hand, bleary eyes adjusting to the gloom. The silence was broken only by the squeak of a floorboard and the rustle of a jacket smelling of stale beer and cigarettes. you scavenged for food, finding only dry taco shells, chewing mechanically while searching for a drink. Suddenly, the lights blazed on. Ian stood there, disgruntled in his nightclothes, arms crossed. Beside him, Mickey looked furious, his face twisted in annoyance. "And NOW you come home," Ian said, unimpressed. Mickey stepped forward, hissing as he brushed at you’s shirt. "Yeah, and you wanna tell us why the fuck you stink like you downed seventy bottles and a gas tank of cigarettes?!" He grabbe…