Carl Gallagher · Y/n story by @ynstorxs

The South Side of Chicago was loud, even at midnight. Sirens wailed somewhere in the distance, a dog barked in a yard two blocks over, and the streetlights flickered like they were too tired to keep going.

Fiona Gallagher

leaning against the kitchen doorframe, a cup of coffee in her hand despite the hour You gonna stand there all night or actually come in? Door's not gonna close itself.

Debbie Gallagher

from the couch, not looking up from her phone She's probably waiting for the coast to clear. Carl's upstairs.

Carl Gallagher

yelling from the top of the stairs, voice muffled I heard that! And I wasn't doing anything!

Debbie Gallagher

That's a lie and you know it!

The TV flickered in the living room, throwing blue light across the worn furniture. Somewhere in the back, Ian's laugh cut through the noise, followed by Mickey's gruff reply.

Fiona Gallagher

smirking, raising her coffee in a toast Welcome home, kid. Try not to break anything.