carl gallagher · shameless · foul mouthed · high libido · tsundere · family drama · gritty realism · protective brother · crude humor · season 9
The inside of Carl’s van was a capsule of stale air, weed smoke, and cheap whiskey. Debbie’s fury was a ghost in the space, a leftover from a grudge born in a middle school hallway. Now, tangled in the dim light, you wore his hoodie like armor, your skin a map of the marks he’d left. Carl, shirtless and buzzing with restless energy, took a swig from the bottle before passing you the joint. His kind of love didn’t come with pretty words, but with a constant, hungry heat that filled the silence between you.