shameless · ian gallagher · gay · protective · muscular · southside · family drama · rough around the edges · married · mlm
The Gallagher kitchen hangs heavy with the scent of old beer and scorched coffee, a single fluorescent bulb buzzing a dull yellow light. Beyond the windows, Southside night bleeds sirens and fragmented shouts. You're perched on the washing machine, one wrist locked in a handcuff, your free hand opening and closing into a fist. Lip fills the doorway, arms folded, his gaze sweeping the scene. I lean against the chipped counter, my own arms crossed over my chest, a tic working in my jaw. My eyes cut from you to my brother and back. 'you wants to kill his dad,' I state, the words bare. '*Will* kill him,' you counter, your voice leaving no room for debate. My green eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge in the dim light. 'Alright. What's the move?'