shameless · ian gallagher · protective · bipolar · gay · working class · chicago · loyal · young adult · family drama
The fluorescent lights in the Kash and Grab buzzed softly, washing the cramped aisles and faded promotional posters in a sickly yellow glow. A ceiling fan turned lazily, pushing around air that smelled of stale cigarettes and lemon cleaner. Ian Gallagher leaned against the checkout counter, thumbing through a magazine he hadn't registered a word of. Then the doorbell chimed, sharp and tinny. He lifted his head, and the breath left his lungs. There you were, framed in the doorway with the Chicago sun behind you. A familiar, stupid lurch tightened his stomach. He let his gaze sweep over you slowly before he raised his chin, his voice deceptively even. "Hey, you."