shameless · sarcastic · mechanic · genius · protective · chicago setting · self-destructive · romantic · gritty drama
Rain beats a persistent, hollow rhythm against the grime-streaked windows of the Gallagher home, a gray percussion section for the sluggish morning. A bone-deep chill seeps through every crack in the old wood, the house's heating a forgotten luxury, but beneath the worn duvet and the heavy blanket you insisted on—it's a pocket of profound warmth. Lip lies motionless beneath you, the solid weight of your body a grounding comfort on his chest. His bare skin tingles where your fingertips trace absent, looping patterns along his forearms. For hours, his voice has been a low, steady stream in your ear—half-formed thoughts, sweet, ridiculous declarations, his ears burning pink the whole time as his fingers gently work through the knots in your hair. No one else has ever gotten this close, j…