#carl gallagher x reader
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watch your back — carl gallagher x reader
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content warnings and genre: swearing, drunk sex, body worship, vouyerism, masturbation, squirting, dirty talk, lip is a perv, all the characters in the fic are over the legal age of consent
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synopsis: one of the gallagher brothers is having their way with you, while one of the others can only stand by and wish it were them
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the neon lights of the alibi room flickered behind you as you stumbled down the dimly lit sidewalk, carl's arm draped over your shoulders for balance. laughter bubbled up from both of you as the alcohol in your systems worked its magic, making every step an adventure in itself. the night air was cool, a welcome relief from the warmth of the bar.
“did you see the look on kev's face when he dropped that tray?” carl slurred, his words tinged with amusement.
you stiffled your laughter, a giggle escaping your lips. “and how v nearly tackled him for it? classic.”
carl's grin widened as he gazed down at you, his eyes slightly glazed but filled with affection. “you're fucking amazing, you know that?” you leaned into him, playfully nudging his side. “only when i'm three shots and a cocktail in.”
as you reached the front door of the gallagher household, carl fumbled with the keys for a moment before finally managing to unlock it. the door swung open, revealing the familiar chaos of the home. you both stumbled inside, laughter echoing through the hallway.
“home sweet home,” carl declared, his arm still draped over your shoulders as he led you further into the house.
you both swayed slightly as you made your way to the kitchen, the room bathed in the soft glow of the overhead light. the scent of leftover takeout and a hint of spilled beer lingered in the air.
“can you get me a beer?” you slurred as you dropped down to the kitchen floor, legs spread in a manner you would have thought twice about if you were sober. carl shot you a smile, already two steps ahead of you as he waved the bottle that was already in his hand before throwing it at you. “you know me so well.”
he cackled at the way you nearly dropped the bottle, shaking his head. “dude, you're fucking wasted.” With a playful roll of your eyes, you managed to pop the cap off the beer and take a long swig, a contented sigh escaping your lips. “i'm living my best life right now.”
while your laughter grew louder, lip gallagher felt himself stirring from his sleep in the room upstairs, his curiosity piqued by the commotion. your whispers and laughter, though still playful, became a bit too raucous, the noise gradually seeping into lip's consciousness. he groaned, rubbing his eyes as he got up from the makeshift bed he'd crashed on earlier in the night. groggily, he shuffled into the kitchen, his disheveled appearance drawing no attention from you two. you hadn't even notice him there. he wanted to say something, but he froze in his tracks when he saw you with his brother.
“this is the last time i let you go out like this,” carl slurred, referring to what you were wearing. it was nothing too scandalous, but he knew he couldn't look away when your breasts were pushed up together, spilling out of your dress, the fabric outlining your ass and waist in the worst way possible. “had the nerve to beat up about 12 different guys tonight.””
your laughter bubbled up again as you playfully nudged carl, the flirtatious energy between you two palpable as you climbed into his lap, snaking your arms around his neck. “you really are my hero.” carl smirked, his fingers grazing the exposed skin of your thigh. “damn right.”
lip, still standing unnoticed in the doorway, a mixture of amusement and disbelief settling over him. the sight before him was unexpected, to say the least. he had no idea things had progressed this far between you and carl. he knew he needed to look away, but all he could do was stand there and watch. he watched the way your bare thighs hung out exposed, tits poking out from the side, your ass pressed against his brother's jeans. he swallowed his nervousness, ignoring the way his jeans tightened at the sight of you.
as the flirtatious banter and playful teasing continued to fill the air, the magnetic pull between you and carl seemed to intensify. his fingers gently traced the curve of your jaw, his touch sending shivers down your spine. you felt your breath hitch as his gaze locked onto yours, the world around you narrowing to focus solely on each other.
without a word, his lips descended towards yours, his movements slow and deliberate. the anticipation was almost unbearable, your heart pounding in your chest as your lips grew tantalizingly close. the soft warmth of his breath danced across your skin, and then, finally, his lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.
the sensation was electric, a rush of warmth flooding your senses as your lips moved against his. the kiss started tenderly, as if testing the waters, but the desire between you both quickly overtook any hesitation. his fingers threaded through your hair, pulling you in closer, and your arms wound around his neck, drawing him impossibly near.
his lips were soft yet demanding, a perfect balance between urgency and gentleness. each press of his mouth against yours sent waves of heat through your body, the chemistry between you igniting like a wildfire. your lips moved in sync, a rhythm born from unspoken longing and shared attraction.
carl's kiss deepened, his tongue gently seeking entrance, and you parted your lips with a soft sigh. the taste of him was intoxicating, the mingling of desire and the faintest hint of alcohol creating a heady concoction. your tongues danced together in a sensuous exploration, a dance that felt both familiar and new.
time seemed to slow as the kiss deepened further, the world outside the kitchen fading into obscurity. the room was filled with the sounds of heavy breaths and the wet, delicious sounds of your mouths moving against each other. every touch, every sensation, seemed to reverberate through your entire being.
your fingers traced the contours of his strong jaw, the heat of his skin searing into your memory. his grip on you tightened, his hand moving from your hair to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer as he began to lift your dress. the intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, a combination of pent-up desire and the freedom that came with the intoxicating mix of alcohol and desire. lip was still watching from the sidelines—of course, he wasn't watching his brother. he was watching you, the tightness in his boxers waking him up fully.
“take it off, princess,” carl snarled into your mouth, slurring his words ever so slightly. “take the dress off for daddy.” lip mentally cursed himself as he watched, only able to beg the man above to bring this to a halt. he wished that you wouldn't comply, so that he could look away and retreat back to his room, but when he heard you giggle, he knew there was no going back.
you pulled the dress off your head, discarding it onto the floor, leaving you in nothing but a bra and thong. carl groaned at the sight of you, feeling the way his jeans only grew tighter and tighter, but he wasn't the only one losing his cool.
from the sidelines, lip whispered a quiet “fuck,” under his breath as he admired your curves, all of you. you were the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, and he couldn't do much about it. the only thing he could do was quietly pull his pajama bottoms down, along with his boxers. he quietly hissed at the cool air caressing his bare cock, but he couldn't resist himself. he needed you to take care of his urges.
“all mine,” carl groaned as he pulled you in for another aggressive kiss. he groped your tits with a force that was bound to bruise you, exploring your mouth with his tongue. your bra came off in an instant, bare tits now free to hang right under his chin. he switched positions, with him now practically on top of you, but your back pressed to the kitchen drawers. “need you so fucking bad.”
lip watched you from an amazing angle, his spit-slicked hand stroking his cock in slow, agonizing motions. he watched you from the side, admiring the way moans passed your lips, tits bouncing with every move. he licked his lips, stiffling grunts as he jerked himself off.
carl's hands roamed your body, groping everything he could touch. he left a trail of kisses down your stomach before sliding your panties down with his teeth. “jesus fucking christ,” he practically moaned as he admired your pussy. “dripping all over the fucking floor.” his words only fueled lip's experience, and he was right, you were gonna stain the tiles with your slick. you whined as his hot breath fanned your core, lips leaving faint kisses along your inner thighs before his tongue began prodding your clit. “can't help it, daddy,” your fingers tugged at his blond locks, pulling him in closer with a groan of delight. “need you to fuck me so bad.”
lip sighed as your voice filled his ears, spoiling himself by massaging his balls and taunting thebslit of his dick. all he could think about was you—on your knees, helping him out with the same generosity carl was used to.
“you want daddy to fuck you, huh?” you nodded eagerly, pressing one of your bare feet to his crotch and he quickly began undoing his belt. “so needy you can't wait five minutes, huh princess?” you shook your head, desperate sounds leaving you as you pressed your bare back against the cold wall.
“so needy, daddy, need you right now,” you moaned in response. carl grinned, sliding his bottoms off with no hesitation before crawling back towards you, his lips inches away from yours. he positioned the head of his dick right on top of your entrance, but didn't push in, staying right where he was. “gonna let daddy tear your pussy up, huh?” you nodded, smiling right back at him with nothing but a playful glint in your eyes. “i'm gonna let daddy use my pussy and fill me up,” you both smiled before he pressed his lips to yours, engaging in another passionate kiss.
lip couldn't believe the filth that was coming out of your mouth. it had exposed him to a side of you he never knew existed. the same girl who used to sing liam to sleep, was now fueling his need to cum. his hair stuck to his forehead as he pumped his dick, watching the way your legs were spread, wet pussy shimmering with carl's dick placed on your clit. he couldn't wait to see and hear you get fucked.
“gonna ruin you,” carl groaned as he grabbed his shaft. it only took a second for him to bury himself into the depths of your pussy, all the way from his tip to his balls. you let out a cry of ecstasy, holding onto his shoulders for support. he was now seated on the floor, his back against the counter with you in his lap. “bounce on daddy's dick now, okay?”
you leaned back, moans passing your lips as you arched your back, now bouncing up and down on his cock. you shuddered as you did so, the angle setting off fireworks in your stomach. you sped up the pace, carl grunting as he tilted his hips upward, now meeting your bounces with thrusts. you locked your fingers in his hair, pulling him into your tits. he didn't hesitate to suck on them, marking the fat and biting your hardened nipples. you couldn't help but squeal at the overwhelming feeling of your pussy sucking him in.
“look at you, taking my dick so well,” he wasn't the only one looking at you. lip trembled as he continued to ferociously pump his cock, watching the way you kept bouncing. he watched the way your greedy cunt sucked up his brother's dick, the way your tits and ass bounced along with you, the wsy the counter shook from your brutal movements. he couldn't help himself—he would've given his liver to switch places with carl, for a chance to make you feel good. “you like the way daddy fucks you?”
you nodded feverishly, your bounces quickening in order to match his harsh thrusts. you spread your legs, giving your boyfriend and uninvited visitor a good look at the way your pussy took his dick—the way it disappeared inside you and came back for a split second, the way he was soaked in your juices. you began to whimper, a familiar sensation in your stomach forming. “i can't, i'm gonna cum,” you whined, holding onto carl's legs for support.
he had taken ahold of your hips, now thrusting inside you on his terms. he groaned loudly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in, refusing to let go. “i'm gonna cum, too,” he announced, but he didn't stop. he didn't stop pounding into you, burying his thick cock until it was slamming into your cervix. he didn't stop until his brain went foggy and your cries were his only source of sense. “doing so good for me, baby, come on. cum on daddy's dick, baby. yeah,” he sputtered out words of encouragement until you were practically sobbing his name.
when you came, lip came, too. he stood in the doorway, his fist in the shape of a tight hole that was no match for you, draining the rest of the cum he had pent up inside him. he came with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, suppressing the sounds threatening to catch your attention. he milked his orgasm dry, getting every last drop that he had wasted on you. he came happily, knowing his last sight was a good one—with you drenching yourself in your own arousal.
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CARL GALLAGHER HCs
SFW AND NSFW
SWF HEADCANNONS
I can only write Carl x reader as a childhood friends to lovers trope
That’s just how my brain works lmao
You and Carl grew up together
You probably got together somewhere after he got out of his white boy carl phase
It would have been awkward at first since you had grown up together
But eventually it was as natural as breathing
You would be allowed at the Gallagher house whenever
Fiona would not give a shit nor bat her eye
She would probably be happy
Carl would probs be clingy asf
But you don’t have a problem with it
Dates consist of a private booth at the alibi or laying under the L like lip and Karen
You would save up for a small house and turn it into your home
NSFW HEADCANNONS
god he’s so good
I feel like he’d be the type of guy to eat you out until you cum and then fuck you so you feel better
His dick>>>>>>
He seems verbal
Like not in particularly moaning but just that he won’t stop fucking talking
People have walked in on you having sex and could just hear him telling you random things about other times you had sex
I feel like he’s longer than thicker
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Hey babe! Could you do like a NSFW alphabet headcanon thing for Carl Gallagher?
Ily🤍🤍
HIII BBY OFCC ILYT🤍🤍 (UPDATED!!)
word count;1430
warnings; nsfw n stuff sooo..... do what you want with that💀(an- i updated it because it wasn't too accurate and it was finally starting to bother me so i hope i made it a little more accurate😘)
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
he'd probably already have like a towel and water or something so when yall are done he could just quickly clean up then probably cuddle, or smoke and talk or both.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
I'd say he likes his upper body(like idk how to explain lmao) so his torso and arms and stuff because like he could do a lot with his arms and stuff ;)
and for you, probably your boobs or thighs because he likes leaving hickeys on them and he love going down on you, so I could definitely see him growing some extra love for your thighs, and it doesn't even have to be sexual too, he just loves every part of you.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
loves cumming inside, like if you're on the pill or hes using a condom, but if not, I feel like his pull out game if pretty strong, so hed like to cum on your lower stomach or back. and for you, he'd love it if you came anywhere lol, like him just knowing he made you cum just makes it better.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
I feel like he'd wanna talk to his friends about his sex life not necessarily to brag. but also doesn't because he doesn't wanna risk any information getting out and you getting upset or something. but he'd probably tell a little to Ian if the subject came up somehow, but no details.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
oh god do I even have to answer💀? yes he is. I think we all know lol.. but mostly from like research from when he was younger, because he's not a virgin, but he definitely knows how and what to do in general, but the more you go at it, the more he learns your body and what it takes to pleasure you.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)
hes got a few for different places, but his mains are missionary but maybe with one ankle on his shoulder, or dogy, and if you have a favorite he'd most likely try it.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
I mean, not all the time. I'd say 50/50. like there's times where its not a need to be serious but thats mostly the vibe, like it was an important date night or something. then other times like if you're both high or a little out of it then I'm sure there's a few giggles and jokes.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
doesn't focus too much down there, but he'd probably trim when he feels like it or wants to look nice lmao.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
yess, he loves the feeling of being close to you and to him it feels like it just builds the bond more, like even if its angry sex, he'd still kiss you lovingly and stuff like that.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
sometimes yeah, like you're not able to see each other for a while, he'd probably jack off a few times, but doesn’t wanna do it often because he wants to wait for when you get to be with each other again ;)
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
he'd probably be into tying or holding your hands together, maybe a blind fold here and there if you're feeling frisky, and he'd probably be into smoking a joint or something too, like shotgunning.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
mostly the bedroom, but, if you both were horny enough, probably a public bathroom, either in a stall or he'd lock the bathroom door and fuck on the counter. or anywhere, he doesn't care.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
it doesn't take much, but he's better at controlling now, but what would get him going now is when you'd just physically love on him, like rub his thigh a little, kiss his neck, tell him you love him. if you do all those, he'd probably drag you away from everybody and go somewhere private. and idk why… but I can see this turning him on too, like when you're sweaty and stuff, I think if he thinks of another reason for you to be sweaty, that would probably get him going.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
definitely a no to anything that could hurt you and make you uncomfortable. no knifes, no major rough kinks and stuff, he'd hate to see you get hurt even a little with stuff like that, like wouldn't be too into harsh degradation, and doesn't wanna make you try unless its tears of pleasure.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
loooves going down on you all the time, like, he gets pleasure out of it too, he gets pussy drunk a lot of the time, but also loves a good blow. but he mainly gives first, knowing you give back eventually.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
if its just normal casual sex, probably at a slight faster speed just because. not rough, but if its special or you both have some time on your hands, he'd go slow and sensual
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
not his favorite, but sometimes you both just need a moment, or just need to be quick with it. he's definitely good at quickies though if you need to be fast.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
he doesn't mind experimenting with things youd wanna try, or something he saw on the internet or something. and he doesn't care about where, like a public bathroom or in a car. in a way he likes the feeling, but doesn’t necessarily wanna get caught.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
oh god, after military school he could probably go forever lmao, but obviouslyat some point there's rest. but I think he could go at least 3+. whether thats in the same time or same day, but i think after rounds, there'd be a break then he'd be back at it.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
now… I think at some point, you both would talk about it, like maybe he ask about it after he passed that one aisle at a cvs💀 but if you did end up using toys at some point, they'd mainly be for you, like a vibrator or something, but wouldn't wanna use them all the time, because he wants to be the only one that can make you feel good yknow?
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he'd tease a little, mainly with his words, but even if he was unfair, he'd let you get back at him sometime to even it out.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
if he's on top, he groans more, maybe let's one or two moans out, but its mainly heavy breathing. but if you were on top, he'd moan more, and act more subby. especially if he's he's pussy drunk, he'd moan while eating you out.
W = Wild Card ( a random headcanon)
so kinda back to like how to get him going, I feel like he's sensitive to certain touches and words/tones with you. like only if you're trying to get him going, and he can tell the difference between you being horny and you being affectionate, so if you touche him like that, you know he's sighing, closing his eyes, and leaning his head back
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on under the belt)
I'd say.. about 6.5-7 inches. I'm not gonna go further💀
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
pretty high, but can control his thoughts a little more, and by that I mean from 70,000 times a day to probably more times a day lmao
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he'd wait for you to fall asleep, and even when you're asleep, he'd still probably be awake not doing anything but laying with the love of his life.
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“ what's on your mind? ” you gently question, combing back the small wisps of brown hair from carl's eyes. he was gazing up at you angelically while you sat upon his lap and cradled his head to your chest.
big brown orbs blinked up at you, darting back and forth as they danced over your face. memorizing every freckle, and crease, and smile line for the hundredth time over. “ nothing... ” he sighed- only to close his eyes and tilt his forehead forward. lying it against your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the fabric of your shirt with a deep inhale. “ I just... love you, y/n. ”
a hum leaves your lips. smile of loving, graceful understanding stretching over as your nails rake up through his scalp, only to curve down and behind his ear. “ I love you too, sweet boy... ” you whisper gently, voice smooth as silk. an all too familiar warmth to your tone that carl adored. “ always will. ”
his grips tightens around your waist; fisting twisting into the back of your shirt. “ promise? ”
“ I promise, carl. ”
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𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.
PAIRING: carl gallagher x fem!reader
WARNINGS: none
GENRE: angst? mostly fluff
SONG INSPIRATION: there for you by martin garrix
WORD COUNT: 748
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it had been well past dark when you got the call. carl’s words coming out frantic and rushed. this would happen on occasion, he felt the most comfort talking to you about his problems, thoughts and feelings.
as of late he had been drifting from you doing god knows what, whatever it was — it distanced the two of you. it hurt you, cut deep.
you were always connected at the hip ever since you had started high school. carl had taken an interest in you almost instantly, it started with him sitting at the other end of your empty table at lunch, a greeting of a small nod, turned into a wave and more.
it wasn’t hard to fall in love with carl, whatsoever.
it made it easier as he’d make sure no one messed with you in school,
as he’d walk you home to make sure you were safe even though you lived down the street from him.
even helped him with studies after juvie.
you wrote him every single day, not knowing if he would write back or even care.
he did.
he’d never let you know but he had saved each and every note that you sent to him in a little box under his bed, carl knew no one would ever go under there so it was his little secret.
fiona was beyond grateful for you. not just for looking out for carl, but for when you’d offer to babysit liam or help out with some chores around the house.
you were basically part of the family. being there every single time monica decided to turn up and do a shitty job of parenting then flunk off when it didn’t go to plan.
holding carl as he cried in your arms everytime, until the day when she passed and it was time where he had to finally come to terms with it all.
the point is, you had been through a lot with him so whenever you’d get a call no matter what time or day you’d pick up.
this had been one of those times.
“i-i’m sorry for calling, i k-know that i’ve not been in touch lately and i was so stupid for not c-calling you sooner — b-but i need you.”
with that said you ended the call, throwing on your slippers — crawling out of your window and making a run for the gallagher's front door.
you didn't care about the chance of someone seeing you running down the street in your pyjamas not like it'd be the weirdest anyone would see around here.
sliding to a stop as you arrived at the house, he was sat on the bottom step, head in his hands.
"oh carl..."
gasping as you saw the stitches in his forehead, instantly running over and grasping his face in your hands checking him over asking him a thousand questions at once.
but stopping mid sentence when you notice the tear stains on his cheeks - as his bottom lip wobbled at the familiarity of it all.
"im s-sorry for calling you so late-" his apologies were cut short as you pulled him into a hug. he sobbed into your shoulder, eyes tearing up as you feel him collapse into your touch.
sitting down where he had sat previously not letting go of him in the process.
carl's hands dug into the soft material of your shirt as his sobs turned to sniffles.
he pulled away just enough so you could see his face, letting you gently wipe away his tears.
“do you want to talk about it?” the only response you got was a shaken head.
“well if it helps i’ve missed your dumbass.” punching his arm lightly before leaning into his side, listening to the sound of your light breathing and dogs barking in the distance.
“'missed you too, it’s been too long since i last saw you.” you just gave him a slight nod as the sadness takes over you and a frown replaces your smile.
you and carl decided to make your way to 7/11 to get slushies, catching up as you walked home hand-in-hand, bumping each others shoulders as you walked down the path to your house.
slipping back into your window, bundling up under the covers.
carl laying on your chest, you stroking his hair lulling the both of you into a deep sleep.
you’d decided that you wouldn't let time come between the pair of you again.
© ruewrote.
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hi! idk if you still write for shameless but i read ur carl headcanons and omg i loved it
may i ask fiona gallagher & carl gallagher with a short and hot tempered s/o headcanons?
like reader acts like theyre dangerous and shit but they're actually a softie!!!!'''
This is so me honestly
Fiona/Carl Gallagher with a short and hot tempered s/o
Carl Gallagher
•he thinks that your attitude is so hot
•if someone ever picks a fight with you, he likes to watch it unfold. he would watch you from afar while smirking to himself the whole time you tell the random person off
•finds it absolutely hilarious when your seen cussing out a man almost a foot and a half taller than you. They always get too nervous to agree back with you😭
•he doesn’t want you to get into a real fight tho. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing, if you’re at risk of getting hurt he wont let you do it.
•can and will fight someone for you
•but whenever you guys are hanging out alone, suddenly your whole demeanor changes and you suddenly turn into the biggest sweetheart ever
•and he is absolutely eating it tf up
•he will sit with his back against the headboard while you lay on top of him, the whole time you’re cuddling you are subconsciously pulling yourself closer and closer to him
•he likes seeing your (fake) tough personality slowly fade into your real one once you get some privacy. He feels special that he gets to see the real you and no one else does.
Fiona Gallagher
•loves to be the one to break that tough exterior of yours
•although she does find it very attractive
•she lowkey hates when you get into arguments. You tend to get into fights with people a lot bigger than you and it scares the shit outta her
•if the fight does get physical, she’ll patch you up afterwards while telling you how stupid you were acting😭 she’s definitely pissed off about it, but she’ll end up apologizing like 5 minutes later because she felt bad that she called you stupid
•thinks its so adorable how you act all tough but the second she kisses you, you damn near melt
•she likes to tease you for being short a lot, but its just playfully. She actually really enjoys the height difference
•takes so many pictures of you when you’re acting all soft. You’re either cuddling into her side, laying with your face in her neck or standing next to her in the mirror in the morning, just hugging her from behind with your face smooshed again her back.
•her and Ian are secretly conspiring to make you and mickey hang out and become friends because they think that you’re similar to each other
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Yo can I request the Gallagher boys (not Liam) and Mickey headcanons if U do them (all separately) with a male reader who's more domimant and taller (sorry I can't spell) in the relationship like they also have to be the big spoon or whatever reader always pulls them in to his lap or something nothing sexual
Thank you if U can't do multiple characters can U do lip or Mickey
I'm real sick of the fics where the male reader it still feminine y'know
Have a nice day sorry for the long request
I had so many ides for this the moment you asked!
Request : yes
Type : headcanon
A / N : hope this is what you wanted!! Sorry it took so long btw, I got sick really fast and couldn't write!
Carl Gallagher
At first he's very confused by whats going on
After a few times he gets used to sitting in your lap and does it instinctively
Carl hates that you're taller in every way
He's probably a brat to you
He insists on getting stuff he can't reach even if you've offered to help
Carl is very independent and says he doesn't need your help
When he does need your help he's such a bitch about it
He does like having his scary dog privileges though to be honest
If he's about to go do shady shit he drags you along to scare anyone off who may try and fuck with him
When he's a police officer he insists on protecting you
Oh how the tables have turned
When you spoon him he definitely pulls your hands up to his chest so he can hold your hands
After a while he just lets you lay your hands wherever you'd like
He's comfy with whatever
Lip Gallagher
He won't admit it but he kinda likes that you're taller than he is
The first time he sits in your lap he's flustered as hell but continues to flirt with you
After a few times its still a little awkward but he won't admit it
He just insists on not doing it
He uses your height to his advantage
The moment he doesn't feel like reaching something he bothers you to grab it for him
He finds it hilarious that you are too tall for the Gallagher house
He likes to tease you when you hit your head on stuff or trip on something
His love language is most definitely teasing
When you both go out he kinda acts like you're not there
When he gets into fights you have to save him half the time
When he confronts bitches of men he almost always has you standing around incase it doesn't go his way
The moment you two cuddle and you spoon him he gets kinda pissed off
He'd much rather face you
He does feel protected in your arms but won't say that
Ian Gallagher
Ian is already the tallest Gallagher and is too tall for their house but having you around makes him jealous
He is confused when you pulled him into your lap
He's not opposed to the idea of sitting with you but he also really doesn't seem to know what to do with himself
Once he's used to it and knows a comfortable way to sit its one of his favorites
He won't admit it
He insists on getting everything himself no matter if you can reach it or not
He probably warns you before you run into a doorway cause he knows what its like
He hates PDA
Especially holding hands
Mainly because he hates feeling like the shorter guy in any relationship
Even if he is
The moment you spoon him he says something dumb
"No. No we're not doing this."
He wants to be the big spoon but you object to that idea
Finally you compromise on you both facing each other
Mickey Milkovich
He doesn't mind your height at all
Everyone is always taller than him anyways ao your height is just something about you
He thinks its attractive but obviously wont say his feelings
The moment you pulled him into your lap he immediately was fine with it
When he sat in your lap he sat like a king on his throne
Mickey gets so used to it and does it absentmindedly
He will push you into a chair just to sit in your lap no matter how busy you may be
When you guys go out of the house he loves having his "scary dog privileges"
He knows when it comes down to a fight he'd probably kick someones ass for you though
He loves when you hold him or touch him in public
Then he knows that your his and he's yours no matter what
Plus he finds it fucking hilarious when you have to tell people to go away cause you're together
When it comes to cuddling he loves when you spoon him
Its his favorite thing ever
When you don't he makes you no questions ask
Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes
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friends — lip gallagher x reader
and what the hell were we?
tell me we weren't just friends
this doesn't make much sense
☄. *. ⋆
content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, smoking, sex, nudity, slut-shaming, arguing, fighting — smut, angst, fluff
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synopsis: going from the best of friends to the best of friends with benefits shouldn't be a problem—at least, not until one starts to catch feelings for the other
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the southside streets were a tapestry of dimly lit alleyways and faded dreams. you found yourself perched on the stoop of the gallagher house, a half-empty beer bottle in your hand. the night was alive with whispers of city life, the distant sounds of sirens and laughter merging into a symphony of chaos. the air carried the sweet tang of uncertainty, a reminder that anything could happen in these streets.
lip gallagher, a mix of charm and raw edges, emerged from the house. his presence was magnetic, drawing you in with a lopsided grin that spoke of countless adventures. “fancy seeing you here,” he remarked, his voice a cocktail of amusement and intrigue.
“fate or coincidence, you decide,” you shot back, the corner of your lips curling into a playful smile. this was your ritual, a dance that had become second nature between you two.
he leaned against the porch railing, his shoulder brushing against yours in a way that felt more intimate than accidental. the conversation flowed effortlessly, a rhythm that only the two of you understood. stories of the latest flings and mishaps unfolded, the honesty between you a testament to a connection that ran deeper than the surface.
as the night stretched on, the dialogue tiptoed along the line between flirtation and confession. every word carried a weight of promise and potential, each laugh a step closer to crossing a boundary that neither of you had dared to name.
lip's gaze held a mixture of challenge and curiosity, his words dipped in a shade of daring. “so, what's the most daring thing you've done lately?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours.
a smirk tugged at your lips, a telltale sign that you were about to unveil a carefully guarded secret. “well,” you began, drawing out the word for dramatic effect, “i may or may not have found myself in a rather intriguing situation with a certain gallagher.”
His eyebrows arched, his mask of nonchalance slipping just a fraction. “oh, really? do tell.”
you leaned in, your breath mingling with his as you whispered your confession. “let's just say, friends with benefits has taken on a whole new meaning.”
his laughter was a melody that echoed through the night, a mixture of surprise and something else that flickered in his eyes. “you're something else, you know that?” the unspoken truth hung between you, the acknowledgment that this game you were playing had stakes neither of you had anticipated. but as the night drew on, the allure of the unknown kept you tethered to the porch, the city's heartbeat matching your own.
it only took a second for him to close the gap between your lips. the kiss was a collision of pent-up tension and unspoken desires, a fusion of emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. his lips were warm against yours, a promise of more to come, as if the touch of his mouth held the answers to questions you hadn't even asked.
the world around you seemed to fade into the background, the distant city noises reduced to a gentle hum. all that mattered was the taste of him, the sensation of his fingers tangling in your hair, his body pressed against yours. as the kiss deepened, so did the complexity of the emotions it unearthed. It was more than just a physical connection; it was a revelation of the layers you'd both been hiding. the hands that had been exploratory in their touch grew steadier, more purposeful, as if mapping out the contours of a future neither of you had planned for.
when the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless, the weight of what had just transpired settling between you like a secret too heavy to bear. lip's eyes bore into yours, a mixture of uncertainty and longing, a reflection of the storm that raged within him. “we should probably go back inside,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent shivers down your spine.
“probably,” you agreed, though neither of you moved. the unspoken words hung between you as he smashed his lips into yours once more, the kiss more feverish than ever.
his fingers trailed along the fabric of your shirt, dipping under the hem as he tugged on it aggressively. you smiled into the kiss, complying as you helped him out, the shirt landing on the floor beneath your feet. the air felt electric, every touch igniting a spark that set your senses ablaze. lip's touch was both urgent and tender, his hands mapping the expanse of your skin as if committing every inch to memory. the porch became a canvas for a connection that had transcended its boundaries, each brush of skin a brushstroke in a masterpiece of vulnerability. as his fingers danced along your spine, you leaned into his touch, savoring the way his breath hitched when you traced the contours of his chest. the unspoken words that had lingered between you now found their voice in the language of touch and sensation.
his lips found your neck, trailing soft kisses that sent ripples of pleasure through you. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of stolen intimacy. the night held its breath, as if aware of the gravity of this moment, of how it would reshape the landscape of your connection. “really need this,” he murmured into your neck, his veiny hands finding their way onto your chest, gripping at your boobs with an aggression that made you moan. “had such a shitty fuckin' day.”
you couldn't help but smile as you pushed his hands farther into your tits, giving him all the leverage he needed to grope them harder, unclipping your bra before letting his mouth help him out. “well, what are best friends for?”
he let his teeth sink into your nipples, tongue circling the hardened buds as you shivered under his touch. you were busy yourself, fingers eagerly pulling his jeans down, boxers catching up to them in an instant. you were both bare, nothing you hadn't seen before—but it never got old. his hands traced your toned stomach, rubbing soothing circles into your hipbones before making their way south.
the sensation in his dick became even more unbearable as he ran a sole finger along your slit, picking up all the moisture you had in store for him.
“so fucking wet,” he groaned, admiring the way your sweet slick dripped onto his fingers. “all of this for me?” you nodded in response, your fingers wrapped around his wrist as you pushed upwards, encouraging him to go further. you didn't have to tell him twice, his index finger pushing its way into you, meaty walls clenching in an instant. you couldn't help but moan, his finger long and sturdy, hitting you where you needed it to.
“let's see how well you take them tonight,” he mused, his pace quickening as the tip of his finger brushed against your sweet spot. you find yourself with your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling on his curly locks. he pushed a second finger into you, the burning pain of being stretched out so nicely clashing with overwhelming pleasure. in no time, he had pushed a third finger into you, all three mercilessly pounding inside of you, curling and twisting so that he could prepare you for a bigger treat. “that's a good girl.”
when he slid his fingers out, you whined at the emptyness. he pressed his lips to yours once more, fingers soaked with your arousal. you kissed him back just as hard, just as needy as he trailed his wet fingers up your body, caressing your stomach, tits and neck—before he pulled away, substituting his lips with his fingers. you obliged at the silent demand, swollen lips parted to make way for his thick fingers. he shoved them in carelessly, watching you suck on your own juices to clean him up. he groaned at the sight of you all pretty and desperate for him, he couldn't hold out any longer.
you had your face propped up on your elbows, back arched for him with your ass in his face. he brought down his hand against the meat of your ass harshly, watching it riccochet and bounce back. you mewled at the stinging sensation it left behind as you pushed up against him, eager for another taste. he smirked, knowing you were just as desperate as he was.
when you felt the tip brush past your walls, there was no shutting you up. of course, you've had countless encounters like this with your best friend, and you've seen a considerable amount of dicks in your life—but nothing could compare to him, nothing could make you get bored with him. you let out a cry of ecstasy once he pushed himself in balls-deep, the feeling making you tense up completely.
“so fucking big,” you purred, his hands gripping onto your ass for leverage. “can't take it.” the grip on your ass intensified as he leaned down to your ear, dick pushing into you even deeper than before.
“oh, yes you fucking will,” he argued, hot breath fanning your lobe. “gonna stay there and let me use this pussy like a good little bitch.”
you felt yourself clench around him at his degrading words, a string of disgusting moans leaving your mouth as he fucked you—and he fucked you good. he made sure you felt the way every vein pressed against your walls, the way his tip cruelly slammed against your cervix, the way his balls would slap your ass roughly. neither of you were there to make love—you were there to fuck. you were there to let loose and let go of your stressful issues, and being best friends, you were determined to help each other out.
when he came, he didn't do it quietly. one hand was gripping at the flesh on your ass, sure to leave marks. the other was in your hair, pulling your head towards him while he fucked you, longing to watch how your eyes rolled back at the brutal pleasure. he came with a loud groan, dumping his cum into you, along with the problems the day had in store for him. you followed just a few seconds after, tears rolling down your cheeks as you soaked him, the nirvana positively ecstatic.
“i'm gonna get going,” you breathed out, quick to get back onto your feet after coming down from your high. lip shot you a look as he tucked his elbows behind his head. “no, you're not,” he countered with a yawn. “you're gonna get us some beer and stay over so we can talk about shit.”
the low hum of the room was accompanied by the afterglow of your connection, the air still heavy with the intimacy you'd shared. with a reluctant nod, you slipped into your discarded clothes and made your way to the small kitchen, returning shortly with a couple of cold beers. you settled back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight as you handed lip a beer. the cans clinked together in a silent toast as you both took a sip, the casual gesture feeling strangely intimate after what had transpired between you.
“so, what's on your mind?” lip asked, his gaze fixed on the ceiling but his attention clearly focused on you. you took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself. “you remember that guy from our school, sam?”
lip's eyebrows furrowed as he turned his head to look at you. “oh, yeah. captain of the football team, real dick.”
“yeah,” you confirmed, your fingers tracing the rim of the beer can. “we were fucking for a while, but it kind of fizzled out.”
lip's expression was a mixture of curiosity and concern. “what happened?” you shrugged, trying to keep your tone nonchalant. “just the usual stuff. real small dick.”
silence hung in the air, a bridge between what was said and what was left unsaid before you both broke into laughter. it was your turn to ask, “what about you?”
lip's lips quirked into a wry smile. “my sexcapades aren't as bad as yours,” he took a long sip of his beer before continuing. “well, you remember mandy milkovich?” your heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name, though you tried your best to hide it. it was nothing personal with her, she was just a huge cunt. “oh, yeah. real bitch.”
lip's gaze was distant, as if he were recounting a distant memory. “fucked her longer than i counted for, real intense.”
“intense how?” you couldn't help but ask, your curiosity piqued. he let out a soft chuckle. “mandy's got this way of getting under your skin, you know? we were good together, but then we weren't. she wanted more than i was willing to give at the time.”
the honesty in his voice resonated with you, reminding you that the emotions you'd been navigating weren't exclusive to you alone. as you continued to share stories, both trivial and significant, the barriers that had once separated you seemed to crumble, replaced by a newfound understanding of each other's vulnerabilities.
the hours slipped away in a haze of laughter and candid conversation, the connection between you growing deeper with every word exchanged. it was a respite from the chaos of the world, a haven where feelings could be acknowledged without judgment.
eventually, as the night gave way to the early hours of the morning, the two of you lay side by side, the beer cans empty and discarded. the moment was a tranquil pause in a story that had become increasingly complicated, a pause that allowed you to savor the newfound intimacy that had emerged from the ashes of your casual arrangement.
the morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across lip's disheveled room. groggily, he rubbed his eyes and shifted, only to find an empty space beside him. confusion settled in as he searched for any sign of you, his mind racing through fragmented memories of the night before.
had you left? or maybe you'd ended up in someone else's bed? of course you left. the thought gnawed at him, igniting an unsettling fire of emotions he wasn't prepared for. lip's fingers brushed against his temple as he attempted to piece together the events of the previous night, the truth feeling elusive.
days turned into a slow build-up of anticipation and anxiety. the absence of your usual banter and casual encounters weighed heavily on him. the evening approached, and you had found yourself at the bar, nursing a drink and trying to settle in for a night of fun you'd been anticipating the past dew days.
as the hours ticked by, a vision of confidence and allure. the room seemed to shift its focus to you, a magnetic force that drew glances from all directions. men couldn't resist approaching, their intentions clear, but their advances met with a firm dismissal.
at the bar, kevin watched with amusement, recognizing the game you were playing. with a sly grin, he intercepted a particularly persistent suitor, delivering a curt “fuck off,” that sent a clear message. unbeknownst to the onlookers, the stage was set, and the tension was building, like the calm before a storm.
the whispers among the patrons painted a picture of longing. it seemed like you were waiting for someone, and in their minds, that someone was lip gallagher. expectation hung in the air like a palpable thread, weaving through the dimly lit space as the night deepened.
as the door swung open, a collective breath held, only to release in a surprised murmur. it wasn't lip who stepped in, but carl, his presence strikingly magnetic. a slow grin curled on his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the role he was about to play.
his entrance was like a bolt of electricity, charging the atmosphere with an undeniable energy. his eyes locked onto yours from across the room, a silent invitation that you couldn't resist. with a smirk, he made his way over, sliding onto the barstool beside you.
“looks like you really showed up,” he drawled, his tone dripping with flirtatious charm. you laughed, a mixture of amusement and anticipation. “you gave me a reason to.”
he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “good, because we've got shit in store for tonight.”
the double entendre hung in the air, and a shiver ran down your spine. “is that so?” you teased, meeting his gaze with a challenge. carl's hand found its way to your thigh, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. “absolutely, only if you can take it.” you and carl have known each other as long as you and lip have—as long as you and all the gallaghers have. granted, none of you were as close as you and lip were, but carl wanted nothing more than to form a close bond of hia own with you.
the playful glint in his eyes told you he had no intentions of keeping that promise. as the night wore on and drinks flowed, the conversation between you grew more intimate.
“you always knew how to keep things interesting,” you mused, your fingers tracing the rim of your glass. carl's foot brushed against yours under the bar, a subtle touch that spoke volumes. “life's too short for anything less.”
the chemistry between you was undeniable, each word and gesture a part of an intricate dance. his laughter mixed with yours, creating a bubble of shared secrets and hidden desires.
leaning in, he whispered, “you have no idea how much I've been looking forward to this.” your breath caught in your throat as his lips grazed your earlobe. “oh, really? and what exactly have you been looking forward to?”
carl's fingers traced a path along your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. ”getting to know you better. much, much better.“ the words hung in the air, heavy with implication. the bar seemed to fade away as the night deepened, leaving only the electric connection between you and him. the chemistry crackled, a tantalizing push and pull that was impossible to ignore. the bar buzzed with activity, but your focus was solely on each other. With every touch, every whispered promise, the tension between you grew, until it became a force that couldn't be contained.
when he took you home, everybody was asleep. everybody, except for lip, who was nowhere to be found. you chose not to ask questions and ignore the feeling that grew in your chest. you knew he was out elsewhere, possibly in someone else's bed, but you didn't care. why would you? you focused on carl, on the way you were straddling his lap on his bed, your bodies closer than ever. his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle yet charged with an electric undercurrent. the weight of unspoken words hung in the air, but there was no need for explanations.
his breath mingled with yours, a rhythmic symphony that seemed to echo the racing of your hearts. the chemistry between you crackled like electricity, each touch igniting a wildfire that spread through every nerve ending. his lips brushed against yours, a soft tease that sent tremors of longing through you.
“you drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured against your lips, his voice a husky whisper that seemed to send vibrations straight to your core. a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. “and what are you planning to do about it?”
carl's hands found their way to your hips, his touch possessive yet tender. “i think you already know,” he replied, his gaze holding a promise that was impossible to ignore. the barriers that had once separated you from this moment felt like distant memories. in the dim light, the layers of pretense were shed, leaving only raw desire and the unspoken connection that bound you together.
as your lips met in a hungry kiss, the world seemed to fall away. the sensation of his mouth against yours was intoxicating, a heady mixture of need and vulnerability. your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as the kiss deepened, a silent exchange of emotions too complex to put into words.
in that moment, you chose to let go of the questions that had been nagging at the back of your mind. the feeling that had grown in your chest, a mixture of unease and longing, was pushed aside in favor of the intoxicating present. you straddled the line between reality and desire, a place where the only thing that mattered was the connection between you and him.
“you gallaghers sure know what you're doing,” you breathed out in exasperation. your body was pressed real tight against his, tits spilling out of the top of your dress against his chest—he couldn't look away. the bulge in his jeans rubbed against your lace panties from under your dress, soft moans leaving your mouths.
after the words left your mouth, he was quick to flip you over. “talking about lip, aren't you?” you couldn't form a response, only being able to nod as he kissed your neck. “he's a real cynic. forget about him, at least for tonight.”
it was easier said than done.
the first crack of dawn filtered through the windows, casting a pale glow across the room as you stirred from your sleep. you were naked next to carl, his arm placed messily against your tits due to the uncomfortable sleeping position. the hushed rustle of clothing and the creak of the bed were your attempt to leave without disturbing anyone, especially carl, but just as you were about to slip out, your heart stopped.
there, standing in the doorway, was lip, his eyes locked onto you with a mixture of shock and anger.
time seemed to stand still as you both stared at each other, a tense silence enveloping the room. then, the dam broke, and lip's anger burst forth like a storm unleashed. his voice was a roar, laughter hysterical, his words a torrent of rage as he accused you of betraying him with his own brother.
“you really couldn't help yourself, could you?” he spat, his voice dripping with venom. “fucking around with carl? are you that desperate?”
the accusation hit you like a punch to the gut, and before you knew it, you were on your feet, a fiery retort on your lips. “don't you dare act like you have any right to be angry, i get to fuck who i want, lip.”
the room became a battlefield, words like weapons as you hurled accusations at each other. the tension that had been building between you for so long finally exploded, the frustration and hurt pouring out in a torrent of anger. objects were knocked off surfaces, the crash of shattered glass punctuating the intensity of the argument. it filled you with fury, how he thought he had any right to be angry at you, despite your agreement.
lip's face contorted in a mix of disbelief and fury. “you think that gives you the right to fuck my brother? to act like nothing matters?”
“nothing does matter,” you yelled back, your voice laced with desperation. “we had an arrangement, lip, and you knew exactly what you were getting into. don't play the victim now.”
the fight raged on, a storm of emotions that neither of you could control. the boundaries you had carefully established had crumbled, leaving you both exposed and vulnerable. the accusations and hurtful words flew like daggers, each one cutting deeper than the last.
“whore around all you want,” his voice cracked as he spit the words out, right in your face. “just spread your poison somewhere else.”
eventually, the anger began to subside, replaced by a heavy silence. panting, your chests heaved as you glared at each other, the residue of the fight hanging in the air like a bitter taste. with a final, seething look, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the room, retreating from the chaos you had unleashed.
as you left the house and retreated back to the familiarity of your own space, a mix of emotions swirled within you. the confrontation had left scars, wounds that ran deeper than the surface. the lines had been crossed, the arrangement shattered, and the tangled mess of emotions was impossible to ignore.
the sun painted your room in gentle hues of gold as you slept, oblivious to the turmoil that had transpired the day before. unbeknownst to you, lip stood outside your window, a conflicted figure bathed in the soft light. the memory of you, peacefully asleep, stirred something within him, a mixture of regret and longing.
he knew he had to make things right. climbing onto the windowsill with a mix of determination and trepidation, he moved silently, careful not to wake you. his eyes lingered on your peaceful face, the lines of your features softened in slumber. his fingers traced the curve of your cheek, the touch featherlight as he stroked your skin. regret and tenderness intertwined as he watched you, his heart heavy with the weight of his emotions. he had to apologize, to make amends for the pain he had caused.
and then, your eyes fluttered open, startled by his presence. the initial confusion in your gaze gave way to surprise and a hint of vulnerability. before you could react, he spoke, his voice a quiet confession.
“i'm sorry,” he whispered, his gaze locked onto yours. “i let my jealousy get the best of me. it wasn't fair to you.”
the sincerity in his voice struck a chord within you, and as you took in his remorseful expression, the tension from the previous day seemed to fade away. you shifted in your bed, sitting up and giving him space to come in.
"i appreciate your honesty," you replied softly, your voice carrying a mix of caution and warmth. "but we can't keep going like this, lip. we need boundaries."
he nodded, understanding in his eyes. “you're right. i messed up, and i don't want to lose you.”
the vulnerability in his admission resonated with you, and you found yourself considering the possibility of something more. it was a risky leap, but the connection between you was undeniable.
with a determined glint in his eyes, lip reached out to take your hand. “i wanna try something different. something real. can we give this a shot?”
the air seemed to hang heavy with the weight of his question, and as you looked into his eyes, you saw a genuine desire for change. a flicker of hope ignited within you, and you found yourself nodding slowly.
“let's take it one step at a time,” you replied, your voice steady. “but we need ground rules, lip. no more secrets, no more jealousy. just honesty.”
he nodded fervently, a renewed determination in his expression. and so, as the light bathed the room, you and lip embarked on a new chapter, one that held the promise of something deeper and more meaningful.
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a/n: first carl smut, kind of nervous.
tags/ warnings: p in v, cursing, making out, begging, usual smut features.
MDNI ⚠️
Your POV:
"Hey, Y/N. How's it going?" Carl asked as he leaned against the locker beside mine, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I couldn't help but smile back. We'd been friends for years, and even though he could be a total pain sometimes, there was something about him that just drew me in.
"Good, you?" I replied, trying to sound casual even though my heart was racing a little faster than usual.
"Oh, you know, just fantasizing about you doing your homework in my bedroom," he said with a wink, making me feel a mix of embarrassed and… weirdly turned on. I rolled my eyes and playfully hit him on the arm.
"Very funny, Gallagher. Now, can I get by my locker or what?" I teased, but he didn't let me get too far. He grabbed my wrist gently, his touch sending shivers down my spine, and pulled me closer.
"Actually, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," he said, his voice low and serious for once. "Do you want to come over to my house tonight and, you know, help me with some homework?" His expression was so sincere that for a moment, I almost believed him. Almost.
I glanced around to make sure nobody was paying attention, then leaned in closer. "I don't know, Carl… What kind of 'help' are we talking about here?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he bit his lower lip before responding.
"Well, you know… maybe we could just study together… and maybe take little breaks to, you know, clear our heads or something?" He gave me his most charming smile, and my heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Oh, really?" I pretended to consider it. "Well, I guess I could always use some extra help. And who knows? Maybe I'll learn a thing or two about getting distracted from my homework." I winked back at him, and he grinned wider.
"Deal," he said, his voice a little huskier than usual.
I spent the rest of the day feeling incredibly nervous and excited in equal measure. Every time I thought about what might happen at Carl's house, my heart would race and my stomach would flutter. It wasn't like I had never been with him before, but this felt different somehow. More intense.
Finally, the bell rang for the end of the school day, and I gathered my things quickly, eager to get to Carl's house and find out what he had planned for us. I didn't even mind that it was a Friday night and I could have been out with my friends. All I could think about was seeing him again.
I arrived at his house a few minutes early, my heart pounding in my chest. He opened the door and smiled when he saw me. "Hey, Y/N. Come on in." He stepped aside to let me enter, and I walked past him into his cozy living room. He shut the door behind me and locked it, throwing me a mischievous grin.
"So," I said, trying to sound casual, even though I felt anything but. "What exactly do you need help with?"
Carl walked over to the couch and plopped down, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Oh, you know, just some math homework. But if you're not feeling up for it…" His voice trailed off suggestively, and he looked me up and down, making my skin tingle. "We could always do something else to help each other focus."
I swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. "I guess that could be fun," I managed to say, trying to sound confident even though my heart was racing. I took a step closer to him, feeling the distance between us shrink. "So, what do you want to do first?"
He glanced up at me, his eyes darkening. "Well, we could start with a little bit of this…" He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue darting out to explore my mouth. I gasped into the kiss, my hands finding their way up to his shoulders, pulling him closer.
As our kiss deepened, I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and a shiver of desire ran down my spine. I wanted him so badly, but I also wanted to take my time and enjoy every moment. I broke the kiss, breathing heavily, and gazed into his eyes. "Carl…," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. "I want you."
He smiled, his eyes burning with lust. "I know you do, baby. But first, let's get you a little more comfortable." With that, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me over to his bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on his nightstand. The bed was unmade, the sheets tangled and rumpled. It looked like he hadn't made it in days.
Carl set me down on the edge of the bed, his hands running up my thighs, over my hips, and around my waist, pulling me closer. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered, leaning in to kiss my neck. "I've wanted this for so long."
His touch sent shivers of desire coursing through my body, and I arched my back, pressing myself against him. He groaned into my neck, his hands moving to unbutton my blouse. "God, you feel so good," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.
As he slid my blouse off my shoulders, revealing my lacy black bra, I reached up to unfasten his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine. His chest was smooth and warm, and I ran my hands up and down it, reveling in the feeling of his muscles tensing beneath my touch.
He cupped my breasts through the lace, his thumbs circling my nipples, making them harden. "You're so responsive," he breathed, leaning in to kiss one of them. I moaned into his kiss, arching my back further, my hips grinding against his.
He broke the kiss, his gaze traveling down to where I was aching for him. "You're so wet for me," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to be inside you."
He reached down and slowly pulled my pants and panties down my legs, tossing them aside. His erection was standing tall and hard, and I could feel the heat of him against my thigh. I reached down and took him in my hand, stroking him slowly, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin beneath my fingers.
"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, his hips bucking forward. "I want to feel you around me, baby. I want to be inside you." He leaned in and kissed me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands moved to unfasten my bra. He pulled it off, revealing my bare breasts to the cool air of the room.
He lowered himself onto the bed beside me, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His gaze was intense, his eyes dark and heavy with desire. Without another word, he positioned himself between my legs, his hardness pressing against my wetness.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice rough with need. I nodded, my heart pounding in anticipation. He smiled, leaning forward to kiss me tenderly before guiding himself inside me. I gasped at the sensation of being filled by him, feeling the stretch of my body as he slid deeper and deeper. He paused, looking down at me with a mix of awe and lust.
"You're so tight," he breathed. "So perfect." He began to move, slowly at first, his hips thrusting in a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I arched my back, meeting his thrusts, wanting more.
As we moved together, our skin slipped against each other's, creating a delicious friction that only heightened the sensation. His hands found their way to my hips, holding me firmly as he drove into me, his pace growing faster and more urgent. I could feel the tension building inside me, the familiar tightness in my core as I neared my climax.
"Carl…," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm close…"
He groaned, his hips moving faster as he felt me begin to tighten around him. "Me too, baby. Let go. Let it out." His thrusts grew harder, more urgent, as he fought to control his own release. I could feel his sweat trickling down my back, his muscles tensing under my touch.
The room spun, the world fading away except for the feel of his skin on mine, the slide of our bodies together. I arched my back, my back muscles tensing as I cried out in ecstasy. "Carl!"
His name left my lips as my body convulsed around him, and he followed, his breath hitching as he released himself deep inside me. Our bodies moved together in perfect harmony, our rhythm becoming more fluid with each passing moment.
He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his expression a mix of satisfaction and awe. "You feel so good," he whispered, his fingers trailing down my stomach to my center. He began to stroke me gently, and I arched into his touch, my hips lifting off the bed in response.
"Carl," I moaned, my voice barely more than a breath. "I need you."
He kissed me again, this time more urgently, before rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I straddled his hips, feeling the hardness of him beneath me as he guided me down onto him. Our skin slid against each other, the friction almost unbearable.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense. "That's it," he breathed. "Fuck, you feel so good." His hands found their way to my hips, holding me firmly as he began to move up into me, meeting my downward thrusts. The rhythm was fast and urgent, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
As I rode him, I felt the weight of his hands on my hips, guiding me, urging me to go faster. I arched my back, moaning his name as pleasure coursed through me. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a primal reminder of the raw desire that bound us together.
His mouth found mine, his tongue tangling with mine as he drove deeper, harder. I could feel the tension building inside me again, the familiar tightening in my core. I knew I was close, so close to another release.
I moved my hips faster, lost in the sensation of being so completely connected to him. I could feel the warmth spreading between us, a testament to the intimacy we shared in this moment. His grip on my hips tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt me begin to tighten around him.
"That's it, baby," he groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent. "cum f'me"
I arched my back, my nails digging into his shoulders as I felt the familiar tightening in my core. "Carl," I moaned, my voice ragged and pleading. He answered with a groan, his hips moving faster, his thrusts deep and powerful. I could feel the tension building inside me, ready to explode. I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him even deeper, as if I could touch his soul.
His kisses were soft and demanding, his tongue dancing with mine. The air was thick with the scent of our sweat and desire, and I felt myself growing closer and closer to the edge. His hands moved up my body, cupping my breasts, and I could feel my nipples harden against his palm.
"That's it," he murmured, his hips thrusting deep into me. "Give it to me."
I could feel the pressure building inside me, my body trembling with the effort of containing it. With one last thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his eyes locked on mine as he felt my muscles clench around him. The sensation was overwhelming, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came apart in his arms.
"Carl," I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I love you."
His answer was a groan as he followed me over the edge, his hips snapping against mine in a final, powerful thrust. He collapsed on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together.
"I love you too," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "So much."
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Hospital visit
Pairing: Carl Gallagher x fem!reader
Warnings: fluff, hospital, ambulance, emotions, dehydration, slight starvation. I think that’s it.
Word count: 4000 to 5000
A/n: I had a good time writing this :) the idea of this imagine popped up in my head and I immediately started writing it. I think it turned out pretty good.
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Your POV:
“Hello there Franny” I speak in a baby voice towards the baby sitting in her chair in front of me.
I continue feeding her the smushed baby carrots that I’ve somehow got her to enjoy.
Before she wouldn’t even go near them, but according to Debbie ever since I’ve started babysitting her, her taste for them has changed.
Being carls girlfriend meant being best friends with all of his siblings.
I was lucky enough for them to like me.
We were friends long before we got together, so I pretty much knew the Gallaghers as much as Carl did. I mean I practically grew up with them.
When me and Carl announced that we were together the entire family supported it.
I practically lived there as well.
My parents loved the Gallaghers. When they would be in Chicago we would all often times have small cookouts.
They go away a lot due to their large business that they own. Which meant that I would stay at the Gallaghers a lot for good amounts of time. Including now.
My parents never questioned where I was because they always knew I was at the Gallaghers.
Their home was my home.
“Hey” carl smiles leaning down to place a small sweet kiss on my forehead.
“Hi babe” I smile closing my eyes as his lips meet my skin.
Once his lips leave my forehead, I open my eyes looking up at him through my eyelashes.
He has a smile on his face as he stares back at me. He puts a hand on my right shoulder as he walks over to the empty seat to the left of me at the table.
He takes a seat lingering his hand on my shoulder a few more seconds before taking it off.
“Eat, then school” Fiona demand placing a plate of bacon, eggs, and a bagel in front of him.
“You too” she says placing one in front of me as well.
“Ya, ya” I roll my eyes in fake annoyance, turning back towards Franny when she starts to fuss.
Placing the baby food down, I pick Franny up and out of her chair rocking her back and forth making sure her head is supported.
Carl stares at me with a glint in his eye. He adores me with kids.
“I have to go. I have a test first thing today” I frown placing Franny back into her chair.
I grab my school bag from off the floor before walking over to Carl who is stuffing his face with bacon.
“Bye guys” I smile placing a kiss to carls head before opening the back door.
“Bye y/n!” Everyone yells when the door closes shut.
School was easy for me. I was scheduled to graduate one year earlier than the rest of my class which made all my friends and family proud of me. Carl being the most proud considering he wasn’t the best in school.
His thought process was that there only needed to be once smart person in the relationship and that of course was me. I didn’t object although I would constantly yell at him saying that he is smart as well.
He knew things that I didn’t know most times. Mostly when it came to common sense stuff. I wasn’t very good with that.
-time skip brought to you by Sammi the snitch-
This school week has been really fucking busy.
It seems like I never really had time to do the things I normally like to do.
Of course i still have time to hang out with Carl and babysit for Debbie, but anything beyond that was out of the question. Since it was nearing the end of school tests and final grades were starting to stress me out.
Carl has tried to help me with studying and relieve my stress but no matter what, the stress isn’t gonna go away until I know I’ve passed everything.
“Thanks for the ride home Lip” I thank getting out of the backseat of the car. Carl gets out on the other side as well dragging his backpack out with him.
“It’s not problem” Lip said taking a hit from the cigarette hanging loosely out of his mouth.
“Have a good time with hacking shit” I yell back to him as me and Carl make our way to the front door hand in hand.
“Yup!” Lip yells back driving off down the road.
Me and Carl smile and laugh as we open the front door and walk in practically throwing our school bags somewhere else in the living room.
“I can’t wait till all of this shit is over” I sigh landing onto the couch, my muscles finally relaxing.
I finally was able to relax without having to worry about studying. At least for right now. I still had at least two more tests to study for. Those fortunately were next week. After that I’m free.
“Me neither” Carl agrees landing next to me with a loud huff. He rolls on top of me getting rid of any little space we had between us.
I start to laugh when he drags his hands up my sides. He starts to tickle me making me laugh even harder.
“No god please” I laugh tears brimming the edge of my eyes. I try to move out of his grip but fail immensely due to the fact that he was stronger than me. 
“Do you give up?” Carl asks stopping his actions against my sides.
Getting an idea in my head I suddenly wrap my arms around his neck dragging his body into the position I was just in. I then grab his hands pinning them above his head.
I stratal his waist making sure he couldn’t go anywhere. The shock in his face makes me laugh as I let go of his hands slightly sitting down on his thighs.
“Do you?” I sass crossing my arms over my chest. He smiles at our position eyes wandering over my body.
“Not yet” he says, suddenly picking me up from of the couch so that he’s standing while my legs are wrapped around his waist.
“Holy shit” i yell out of surprise. He throws me onto the couch again before lightly jumping on top of me. He keeps my hands above my head now with his face just mere inches away from me. My eyes are wide at the very sudden maneuver.
“You tired yet?” He asks touching the tip of my nose with his. My vision goes black for a split second before it comes back, a wave of dizziness following shortly after.
What the hell.
I shake me head to try and rid myself of the dizziness in my head. Of course me shaking my head made it slightly worse.
The weight of Carl leaning over me lessens as he sits straight up looking at me with a confused expression.
“You okay” Carl asks waiting for me to respond. The dizziness slightly subsides the room still slightly blurry.
“Ya I’m alright” i say using my best reassuring voice. I look up at him to see if he believes me or not. At first he seemed unsure but then he decided that my answer was good enough for him to trust.
“Alright” he smiles getting off of my lap before walking away from me into the kitchen. The sound of the refrigerator door opening can be heard.
He rummages for something before closing the door and walking back into the living room. He hands me one of the coke bottles in his hand before sitting next to me. He takes the remote from off the coffee table turning on the tv.
He turns it to a show that interests him before looking over to me to see if I was ok with what he picked. I nod my head at him giving him the okay. He smiles at me before tapping my leg with a gentle hand.
Raising my eye brows I look at him waiting for him to tell me what he wants to say. He points to the drink in my hand basically asking why I haven’t drank from it yet.
“Ohh right” I say un-capping the cold bottle taking a small drink of the cold bubbly liquid.
He nods his head smiling at me before turning back to the tv.
We sit there for a few minutes when the front door suddenly swings open making me jump and Carl stand up out of defense. He runs in front of me to shield me from any sort of intruder that could be breaking into the house.
Fiona walks through the door way trying to carry a large amount of grocery bags. If it weren’t for me running to help her she probably would have dropped at least 3 of the bags that were barely hanging off her fingers.
“Thank you” Fiona sighs walking through the living room and to the kitchen. I follow behind carrying the bags I offered to help with. Carl follows behind me after closing the door behind Fiona.
“Of course” I smile placing the bags on the kitchen table so that I could help unload them.
“You don’t have to do that” she says opening cupboards and drawers while unpacking the bags she set down.
“It’s really no problem. I love helping” I smile handing a few things to Carl so that he could help out as well.
“What’s up everybody” Kevin yells from the front door followed by Veronica’s voice telling him to quiet down.
“Hey kev, hi V” Fiona says handing a few things to V so that she could put them away.
“Hi” I smile taking the bread and the flour out of the bag placing them on the table.
“What’s up little ones” Kev asks coming over to me and Carl rubbing our heads. I swat his hand away laughing at his father like structure.
Kev and V were just as much family to me as the Gallaghers were. I would often babysit Jemma and Amy as well.
“I would avoid the Alibi for awhile” Kev commented taking a seat at the table.
“Why” Fiona asked looking up from the bags placing her hands on the counter.
“Franks made that his hot spot for the weird group of kids he somehow got to call him daddy Frank” V responds opening the refrigerator door placing a gallon of milk on the shelf.
“Ew” I fake gag grabbing the flour bringing it over to V before handing it to her. She gladly takes it from me placing it in the upper cabinet next to the other baking supplies.
Carl laughs at me taking the bread over to where Fiona was standing. “I will definitely avoid it then” Fiona rolled her eyes taking the bread from Carl placing it next to her.
“Where’s Debbie?” I ask folding up the bags that were empty so that we could keep them for later just in case.
“Her, Franny, Liam, and Lip are off doing god knows what, and Ian is at work” Fiona says folding up the bags that she emptied out.
“Makes sense” I nod handing the folded bags to Fiona.
The dizziness suddenly comes back making me slightly stumble into the counter. The room starts to spin, the grip I have on the counter tightening.
“Y/n honey are you ok” V asks walking over to me with worry in her eyes. This sentence gains everyone’s attention as all of their eyes meet my unstable body.
“Ya I um. I think I’m just tired” I say squeezing my eyes shut for a second before opening them back up.
The room still spins as I slowly lean off the counter making my way slowly to the stairs.
Suddenly my entire body feels weak as I collapse onto the floor. My eyes continually get more and more blurry and the room continues spinning.
Right then and there my vision goes black.
Carls POV:
The worry in my mind from before renters when I hear V ask y/n if she’s ok.
She did this before on the couch. Something was wrong. She was gripping the counter with a grip I didn’t think she had.
“Ya I um. I think I’m just tired” she said before walking over towards the stair case. I wasn’t fooled. She wasn’t ok and I knew it.
Out of no where she collapsed to the floor. My instincts kicked in as I ran to her side. “Fuck” I say looking at her face. V runs over next pressing her fingers on her wrist to see if she had a pulse.
Tears start to brim my eyes as I start to think about the fact that my girlfriend was passed out on our kitchen floor. “She has a pulse” V yells moving her hands to her face.
“Call for an ambulance!” Kev yells immediately taking out his phone so that he could call the others. Fiona grabs her phone slightly crying at what’s going on. “I need an ambulance right away” Fiona cries telling the operator on the phone all the info they needed.
I place my hand in y/ns hand squeezing it as if a way to reassure myself that she’ll be alright. “Wake up, please wake up” I plead as V tries shaking her a bit to see if she’d wake up.
Sirens can be heard outside of the house when the front door flies open to reveal Ian and another paramedic.
“What happened” Ian yelled running over to the side of y/n that V was at.
“What does it look like dip shit she passed out” I yell. I didn’t mean to be rude I was just really worried for her.
Ian carries her out of the house placing her in the gurney that was sitting just outside. I run out of the house with him making sure I didn’t get to far away from her.
“Can I come with” I plead looking at Ian and the woman that is with him. “Paramedics only” she says as he pushes the gurney into the back of the ambulance.
Your POV:
The sound of sirens fill my ears as my eyes start to slowly open. A quick flash of a light goes over my eyes. My vision becomes more clear as I see Ian in his paramedic uniform waving a thin flashlight in front of my eyes.
I look around at my surroundings realizing that I was in an ambulance. Seeing my body strapped to the gurney makes me freak out a little bit. I look around frantically trying to find any sort of reason why I’d be in there.
“Y/n calm down your okay” Ian says taking my head in his hands turning it towards him. “You passed out” he explains yelling something to the driver that I didn’t understand.
“We’re taking you to the hospital to do some tests” he says placing his fingers on my wrist. He yells something else about my pulse before taking it off my wrist.
“Where’s Carl?” I ask looking at Ian worry lacing my voice. I try to move my body but the restraints around my upper body makes it extremely difficult.
“Everyone’s ok they’ll all be at the hospital when you get out of testing” he reassures me before the ambulance comes to an abrupt stop.
The doors swing open as the woman driving takes the bottom end of the gurney while Ian takes the front. They roll me out of the back making sure I get into the emergency room safely.
The woman speaks to the doctors and nurses in some sort of doctor talk that I couldn’t comprehend.
I look towards Ian fear evident in my face as I silently ask what they are talking about. He looks back at me with a hand on my shoulder.
“There gonna place you in a room and do tests to see what happened” Ian explains rubbing my shoulder as a female doctor comes to my side. She escorts me to another room helping me switch from the gurney to the actual bed.
Both were extremely uncomfortable but I guess I didn’t really have a choice.
Carls POV:
Me, Fiona, Debbie, Lip, Liam, Franny, Veronica, and Kev run into the emergency room asking the people at the front millions of questions.
I pace around the room questions and worry filling my head.
Please god let her be ok
Kev and V walk over to me leading me over to the waiting room just off the side of the front desks.
“What’d they say” I asked Fiona running up to where she was sitting at a chair. She looks up at me with just as much worry as I had. “She didn’t say anything. She said to wait for a doctor” Fiona sighs placing her hands over her head.
“Fuck” I yell gaining the attention of all of the other people in the waiting room. Lip pulls me back into a chair wrapping his left arm around my shoulders. In a way it was comforting but the thought of her being in a hospital room was to large in my mind.
“She’ll be ok” Debbie says to me holding Franny up to her chest rocking her back and forth to keep her from freaking out.
I nod my head slowly tears coming to my eyes. “God I hope so” I say rubbing my hands down my legs.
Your POV:
A nurse and a doctor came in just as soon as I got in the room starting to tell me about all the tests they were gonna do on me.
Being completely honest at the time I wasn’t even paying attention to what they were saying. I was just worried about what everyone was thinking and how worried Carl was.
A few tests later the nurse walked in carrying a pink clip board. She had dark brown hair that was tied up into a tight ponytail. Her eyes glowed of brown.
“Hello miss y/l/n” she said sweetly walking over to the monitors hooked up to me.
“So it looks like everything looks good I just have a few questions for you if that alright with you” she asks looking down at me.
I nod my head still scared at the fact that I was all alone having to deal with the scary topics.
“When was the last time you ate or drank” she asks taking a pen out of her shirt pocket.
I think back to the small sip of coke that I had with Carl.
“I had a small sip of coca-Cola earlier today around 3 ish” I say trying to think back on what else I drank or ate.
Now that I think about it I haven’t eaten anything in 3 days. I haven’t drank anything in a few days either.
“The last time I ate or drank before that was, I think three days ago” I say looking up at her as she writes all of this information on her clipboard.
“Ok this is all great information. I’ll be back with the results of what’s going on” she smiles walking back over to the wide open door. “Thank you” I say her smiling at me before leaving to go speak with my doctor I assume.
A few minutes pass when a bunch of footsteps come running down the hall. Carl bursts into the room immediately running to my side.
Just as excited as him I wrap my wired arms around him letting tears of joy fall from my eyes. “I missed you so much” I cried tightening my already tight grip around him.
He tightens his grip too being careful of all of the wires attached to my body.
“I’m so glad your ok” he says pulling away from the hug to hold my face in his hands.
“I’m okay” I reassure him pulling his hands away from my face and into mine.
I look around the room to see everyone standing around looking at me with tears in their eyes. I didn’t realize until now just how much all of them really cared about my health and well being.
“I’m so glad to see you guys” I say leaning up on my bed. They all take turns hugging me of course Liam giving me the longest one. I’ve always had a connection with him. He’s always thought of me as a big sister.
The same nurse from before walks in slightly surprised to see the amount of people around.
“Well hello there” she chuckles walking over to the side of me that Carl wasn’t at. “I’m assuming your all her family” she says pointing towards me with her pen.
“Yes” Fiona immediately says making me smile.
I like that.
Family.
“Ok so we have the tests back and we found the cause on why she passed out today” she looks at me giving me a reassuring smile.
Fiona nods her head waiting for the nurse to explain the circumstances. Carl rubs my hand staring intently at the nurse just across from him.
“So the blood work came back normal. The only thing is that we had to start a drip for her because when she came in she was dehydrated” the nurse explains. 
“That’s the main reason she passed out but another factor could be that she hasn’t eaten anything in a few days” she says telling everything to the people around me.
Carl looks at me with sadness in his eyes realizing that all the work I’ve been doing for the past few days has occupied my mind so much to the point where I forgot to eat and drink.
“After the drip is gone and she has something to eat, and we do some more blood tests she’ll be good to go home” the nurse smiles checking the monitor next to me.
“I’ll leave you guys to it” she say walking back to the door. “Thank you so much” Fiona says looking to the nurse.
“Of course” she says walking back out of the room.
Everyone turns to me making me shrink down in my hospital bed. I hated this attention.
“I’ve been so stressed with school lately that I guess I forgot to do simple tasks such as eat and drink” I whisper looking down at me and carls intertwined fingers.
“Y/n we’re not mad. We’re just worried that’s all” Fiona says walking over to my other side placing a soft hand to my shoulder.
I nod my head feeling grateful that they weren’t mad.
We all sit around in the room talking about anything and everything as we wait for any sort of news from the nurse.
The room I was in didn’t have enough chairs so a few of the nurses had to bring in other chairs from a storage room.
Carl continued to sit next to me keeping his hand in mine the entire time.
A different nurse walked in carrying a plate of hospital food placing it off the the side at the small table next to Carl.
“Here’s your dinner sweetie” she says handing me a cup of water. “Thank you” I smile taking a long sip of the drink.
She walked back out of my room with a grin on her face. I look over towards Carl silently eyeing the food right next to him. He gets the hint taking the cover off of the food before silently asking me to sit up.
I sit up placing the extra pillow I had onto my lap so that the plate could rest on something. He places the plate onto the pillow making sure not spill anything onto me.
The food consisted of chopped up potato with some broccoli and some sort of pasta.
“Yum hospital food” i scrunch my face up with a tight lipped smile. Carl chuckles handing me a fork that the nurse left for me.
I take the fork from him before taking bites of the food in front of me.
To be honest it wasn’t as bad as I thought.
Everyone smiles when I start to eat making sure to engage in conversation to make it seem like they weren’t all waiting for me to eat.
Once I’ve finished the food and drank all the water the nurse from before that brought me the food came back to pick up everything that was left.
I left no food on the plate which made everyone including me feel happy. I go through a few cups of water, immediately making me feel better than earlier that day.
The nurse that told me and the others what happened walks back into the room a smile brighter than the lights in the room. “Okay so I have amazing news” she says coming over to the monitors.
“As long as you sign the papers she can go home as soon as possible” she says taking off any wires on my body that weren’t currently in me.
Fiona started signing the papers accepting anything she had to accept and writing any information she needed to write.
The nurse who’s name I found out was Emily started to take out my empty IV which signaled that I could leave as soon as I got changed out of the hospital gown.
With carls help I got out of the bed making sure to hold the back of the gown closed. I don’t need anyone seeing me from behind in my underwear.
Carls chuckle fills my ears when he sees what I’m doing with the gown. I glare at him grabbing my clothes before walking into the bathroom that was attached to the room.
I change back into my clothes walking back into the room feeling like a whole new person even though I was extremely tired.
The paper work gets turned into the front desk meaning I could go back home. The home that Carl and my family lived in.
Ian was standing outside now out of his uniform waiting for all of us. “How are you” ian asks coming over to me to look at me. “I’m doing good thanks to you” I smile wrapping my arms around him. He hugs me back rubbing my back with his hand.
“Come on let’s get you home” he says walking me over to the car. I get into the back seat Carl getting in right next to me.
There was two cars outside so that everyone would be able to get home safely without having to all cram into one car.
Lip gets into the driver seat as Ian gets into the passenger seat. Me, carl, and Liam sit in the back placing our seatbelts on. Liam was already sleeping against the window next to me.
I was sitting in the middle, Liam to my right, Carl to my left.
I let my body lean into Carl my head falling to his shoulder. The darkness outside flows passed as the car starts to head towards their house.
Carl kisses my forehead leaning his head on mine before wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“Don’t ever scare me like that again” he demands pulling me in tighter to his side. “I won’t” I say cuddling into his side.
The streetlights pass by making this moment even more perfect than it already was.
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A/n: Hi everyone! I hope you liked this imagine. If you have a request don’t hesitate to send it my way. I will try my best to get to it as soon as I can. Thank you for reading and I hope that you read my other ones as well!
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🕷C. GALLAGHER🕷
baby..
could you call me back?
it's so lonely in my mansion..!
─── ˚୨୧⋆ 𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 . . . doja cat ｡˚ ⋆
𝐓𝐖: no nut november(even though it's not november), carl is a lil whiney, reader is 'a 20 is 20' boy, jerking off, sexual fantasies, male leaning reader, fem still welcome of course, more needy than submissive carl
carl gallagher who would laugh off doing this dumbass challenge. his arm slug around your shoulders watching as you made the deal with your friends, "how much you gonna pay me then?" "twenty dollar bill?" "i'm down." the smirk on your face as you clapped your friends hand heading to class as the bell rung, a worried look on his face when he caught up with you. there was no way you were really going to do it were you? it was just a funny little bet between friends right?
carl gallagher who would understand you really were serious about this. you allowed him to kiss you but damn, he couldn't even kiss your neck when he wanted—or even put his hand on your thigh? sure, his fingers would inch toward the zipper of your pants but like said he thought you were playing around. " 'cmon, just for a measly twenty?" "obviously, and didn't you do the same thing?" "getting a piece of my dick cut off for some chick i don't fuck with anymore is absolutely not the same." he would be dramatically offended when you'd push him away he'd even let out a desperate and annoyed whine close to your ear.
carl gallagher who would think about you almost all the time even while you were right next to him. your legs crossed or spread open sitting down while his mind wandered and his face looked spaced out. thinking about how the two of you would be alone his face being almost squashed with your thighs, your hands gripping onto his hair the feeling of his scalp stinging felt good to him. he'd listen to the muffled sounds of your voice his hands on your waist pulling you a smidge closer, your back arching in pleasure with the warm feeling of his mouth around your dick gosh damn he had the tounge of a fucking diety. "carl? man, are you even listening to a word i'm sayin'?" "uh-huh.."
˚୨୧⋆tagging: @gaybitchfx @luvst4rz @secretivemessenger
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“ what're you doing...? ” carl murmured as he came up behind you, arms circling around your waist. his lips met your bare shoulder in a kiss - only to trail up, over the strap of your tank-top until a butterfly kiss brushed across the juncture of your neck and shoulder. his touch was like poetry, unwavery yet smooth as butter.
you smiled, continuing to rub your fingers over the glass of the window. it was raining out, but it was humid; the droplets that pelted against the window turning it foggy. “ drawin’, ” you hummed, eyes beaming in rather child-like manner. you found joy in the littlest of things.
a toothy grin graced the brunette's lips while he stared at you, taking in your joyous features. you were so pretty like that — lit up, eyes sparkly, pretty lips tugged up and bitten down on softly. he couldn't help but admire you. “ mm, ” carl inhaled, only to move his gaze to your finger, watching as you traced a heart into the glass. “ can I join? ”
“ mmm... sure ya’ can. ”
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𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑑.
PAIRING: carl gallagher x gn!reader
WARNINGS: none
GENRE: fluff
SONG INSPIRATION: lull by vraell [guitar version]
WORD COUNT: 538
REQUESTED: yes
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leaning back in your chair, rubbing your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon you sat in front of your computer screen staring at the unfinished work.
a tired sigh leaving your lips as you swiped the piece of hair that didn't quite make it into the rushed ponytail that you created earlier.
starting to bite the skin around your nails as you watched the cursor blink, almost mimicking you. writing for hours hadn't gotten you anywhere, still having to do two other assignments too, fear started creeping up on you.
it had been the same fear that you had felt countless times before, the fear of failure. despite all of your hard work and preparation, you just couldn't escape the nagging feeling that you'd not be good enough.
maybe it’s because you're afraid of what your parents will think of you or maybe it’s simply because you are terrified of not living up to your own expectations. whatever the reason was, the fear was very real.
tears welled up in your eyes as the panic set in, well that was all until a knock was heard from your bedroom window. looking over confused made eye contact with a very excited carl holding up a bag of what looked like groceries?
letting out a faint chuckle as you stood up from your bed, opening the window and actually being face to face with him felt like a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders.
"let me in i got the good shit," he grinned at you as he shook the plastic bag.
squeezing your eyes shut tightly, trying to stop the tears from flowing overwhelmed by the kind gesture. shoulders shaking as you slumped in on yourself.
carls smile dropped, throwing the bag on your bed behind you before jumping over your window. carefully pulling you into his arms as you cried into his shoulder. your tears wetting the material but he couldn't careless and neither could you.
"it's okay, im here. you're alright," one of his hands tangled in your hair and one on your lower back, tugging you closer to him.
that's how you stood for a good five minutes, carl giving you time and comfort. this was all that you needed over these past two weeks instead of stressing yourself out over pointless things.
the two of you now moved over to your bed binging on the sweet treats that he'd brought over, some christmas movie that you'd both seen a million times together playing in the background as you joked with each other.
explaining to him how everything just got to be too much.
"i mean i can't say too much since i've not got the best track record of doing my own school work nevermind worrying about it," that made you laugh, looking down and picking at the fuzzy material of your socks.
"but you've got a good head on your shoulders, almost perfect grades and you still make time for the people 'round you? dude i'd say you're living the life right now. a bit of a boring life but ya know!"
narrowing your eyes at him, playfully pinching his side making him yelp and jump away from you pouting.
"rude."
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OMFG IM SO PUMPED RN THAT I FOUND OUT U WRITE FOR SHAMELESS OH MY BIGBANG THEORY SAAAAAAHW HWDVAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
pLeaSE WRITE WHITE HCS FOR WHITE BOY CARL MY LOVE WITH A MALL GOTH GF (SOME NSFW TOO IF YOURE OKAY WITH THAG)
but fr im so happy and so stunned that my fav writer and BESTIE POO POO POOKIE BANANA BOO BOO BABY BEAR is writing for SHAMELESS ILYSM
UGH WHITE BOY CARL WAS MY FAV THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED THE SHOW (hes still one of my top 3 favs tho!!)
Carl Gallagher with a mall goth gf headcannons
•honestly he really never thought that he would be into a goth girl
•UNTIL he saw your fine ass
•he was so confused with his own emotions😭
•and he was lowkey scared to talk to you (he would never ever admit that tho) but once he finally got the balls to do it, he asked you to hangout and much to his surprise, you were super cool to talk to!
•once you finally start dating, he is absolutely gonna brag about you to everyone.
•beats the FUCK out of anyone who says something mean about you. He would never let anyone say shit about his girl🤭
•no one really messes with you guys tho💀 they are scared of Carl for obvious reasons, and they are lowkey afraid of you too
•he would go fucking feral if you ever wore something that showed your thighs
•spends about 95% of the day thinking about shoving his face between them😇
•and he definitely acts on those thoughts
•LOVES LOVES LOVES LEAVING HICKEYS ON YOUR CHEST
•hes so proud that your his girlfriend that he wants everyone to see that hes the ONLY person who gets to leave thos marks on you
#carl gallagher#carl gallagher x reader#carl gallagher fanfic#carl gallagher smut#shameless x reader#shameless#shameless smut
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i love you — carl gallagher
pairing: carl gallagher x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of abuse, trauma, arguments, fighting, hints towards past domestic abuse, standard shameless warnings.
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“I can’t give you want you deserve! I—I’m not fuckin’ enough for you! When will you realize that?!” He screamed in her face, the girl backing away.
“Carl…” She whispered, her hand going to cup his cheek, but he backed away, raising his hand in anger to wipe his face.
Her eyes widened as she flinched away in fear, her hands going to shield her face.
It was silent, as she waited for the punch to land, but it never did. Her hand slowly dropped from her face, her eyes opening, just to find Carl’s tear filled eyes staring back at her.
He didn’t say anything as he slowly wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into his chest.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, the girl burying her face into his neck, the tears now falling as she sobbed.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He whispered. “I’m sorry for yelling. I’m sorry for scaring you.”
She only clutched the boy tighter as their previous argument was forgotten, and the only thing that mattered in that moment was eachother.
He kissed her head, rubbing her back as they stood in the kitchen, the street light shining into the room.
She pulled back, her hands going to his face as she looked at him. “I love you.”
His eyes softened, his head dipping down and capturing her lips with his own.
It wasn’t like their normal kisses.
This was filled with all of their emotions. The sadness, the anger, the love. Everything.
When they pulled apart, a small smile crossed Carl’s face.
“I love you, too.”
#carl gallagher#carl gallagher x reader#carl gallagher fluff#soft carl gallagher#shameless#fem!reader#fluff
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