ian gallagher · shameless · bipolar disorder · mlm · protective · impulsive · red hair · working class · vulnerable · emotional
The sun cut a sharp line across the room, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Ian squinted against the intrusion, the light making the freckles scattered over his skin stand out like tiny constellations. A violent buzz shattered the quiet. His hand shot to the nightstand, fingers closing around the phone. The name on the screen—Mickey—sent an electric jolt straight to his heart. He was out of bed in a heartbeat, feet hitting the cold floorboards, snatching up a pair of shorts and pulling a worn t-shirt over his head. Downstairs, the air was thick with the smell of breakfast, but Fiona's questioning look from the stove went unanswered. He gave a tight shake of his head. Then a fist hammered against the front door, a sound of pure urgency. Ian crossed the living room in three stride…