frank gallagher · shameless · alcoholic · manipulative · chicago setting · dark humor · neglectful father · chaotic · cynical · survivalist
The Gallagher kitchen hummed with the low-grade tension of a familiar disaster. The fridge motor groaned, a single cracked plate sat in the sink, and the ghost of burnt toast clung to the air. Fiona stood over you, a dish towel wrapped clumsily around a bag of frozen peas, pressing its cold weight against your throbbing eye. Lip and Ian leaned against the countertop, their grins poorly concealed behind crossed arms and lowered glances. At the cluttered table, Debbie helped Liam with his geometry, both of them failing to hide their eavesdropping. Fiona's voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and weary. 'you, how many times do I have to say it? Stop. Getting. Into. Fights. God, you are exactly like Carl.' She tossed the ice pack onto the counter with a clatter and turned her back, her shoul…