#Yander Fiona gallagher

[tht0nesimp]

Home Sweet Home

Yandere Gallagher family and foster(?) kid reader

tw: incest if you squint, entrapment, blackmail, violence, The Whole Family Finally Works Together!, not much Debbie or Carl, nor V or kev, not time specific I guess Idfk just pick a season when their in school, restraints, drugging, reader try’s to run away

Summary: Running away goes bad, and you receive your just punishment—and perhaps some unjust punishment as well.

“Where do you think you were fucking going” Ian scream, tapping his finger against your forehead “Is it empty in here? God, and to think Fi thought it was ‘alright’ if you went off on your own for an hour or two” Ian sighs and looks around the street, crossing his arms, giving you the same disappointed look as last time. “We’re walking home, everyone will deal with this once we get home” Ian moves you away from the street and further on the sidewalk, grabbing your arm to keep you from sprinting across the road “No! Please! Don’t tell! We can make an excuse?!” Ian’s grip gets tighter, and for a brief moment you wonder if he forgets he’s been doing ROTC for three years and karate for even longer, and could easily fracture your wrist.

“Now they have to hear about that too” Ian walks till he’s dragged you home, opening the door to the place and looking at you like a impatient mother, clearly not in a great mood. You usher in, wanting to make him be in as good of a mood as possible when breaking the news to everyone. “Carl? Go get the handcuffs from the van!” Ian yells out to Carl, who’d been sitting absentmindedly on the couch got up and ran out the back door towards the van. “Ian i promise it won’t happen again but you can’t—“ “Lip!” Ian ignores you and sets you onto the mattress in the living room—something that pissed you off.

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“What are you doing?” Fiona yells out to your in your space under the stairs, quickly pulling the curtain back as she heard you talking. “Nothing, just talking to myself” you say quietly, not wanting to alert any more attention to it. “Tell, now” Fiona gets angrier by the second “Really I’m just talking to myself I promise” “Nah, grab your mattress, can’t trust ya, your sleepin in the living room” Fiona crosses her arms and shrugs, mind already made up. “That’s not fair!” Your voice carries more defiance than you thought you had left “One more word and Ian and Lip will be sleeping on the couch tonight to guard” Fiona points to the living room before walking off, no doubt to plan however many kids wanna sleep in the living room with you.

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But that was a few months ago, and you’ve been so good, so so so good all the time. You let Lip tutor you and let Carl talk to you about girls and guns, you play with Liam, Drop lunches off at Ian’s work since you earned back going out alone, even telling Debbie about puberty and playing big sister! That has to count for something for you, something to help your case here! Eventually they sit you down on your mattress with and circle you, sitting in front of you on all sides, the normal position for when they rip you apart

You could have been hurt—Your weak!

Your being ungrateful—Your stupid!

We can’t handle this right now, but we will if we have to—Your trouble!

We took you in, before us, you were nothing!

Not good enough!

So you wait for the barrage, but it doesn’t come, only sighs and quiet footsteps. “I know your gonna hate us right now, but this is for your own good” Lip opens a kitchen cabinet and gets little baggy of pills, Fiona follows closely and gets a slice of plain bread.

“From now on, with every meal, three of these” Fiona places them on the plush pillow in front of you “Over my dead fucking body” at this point, you might as well dig your grave deeper “Take em, now” Fiona’s voice gets a little firmer, patience quickly evaporating “You all are crazy! Batshit crazy!” Your face stings as a hand comes down to slap you “We are protecting you! Stop being pathetic and take the damn pills kid!” Fiona storms off, angry no doubt.

“Get her jaw” lip stretches his arms back a little and nods to Ian, Carl and Debbie simply seem to watch in amazement from afar. “I’ll take them” Lip grabs them “See, I would trust you, but you did just try to become a godamn runaway an hour ago” Ian grabs your jaw, locking it open and moving your head a bit. Lip drops the pill in dry, they let you suffer through the chalky sensation for a few seconds before pouring a small bit of coke down your throat. Debbie hesitantly approaches as you cry, leaving a blanket at the edge of the mattress before turning to Carl “We should leave her alone now” they all seem to listen, albeit Lip and Ian stay around in case somehow some manhandling is needed but attempt to atleast isolate you by staying in the kitchen.

It must be hours later as the pills begin to wear off just a little “Ian…Lip…Debbie…Fiona…?” You were hungry, and thirsty, and you realized months ago that in situations like this your best option was to ask quietly and make yourself as small as possible. Lip groggily wakes from what must be an alcohol induced coma, tapping Ian’s arm and waking him. “It’s like…6 in the mornin” Ian groans but gets up from his position on the couch. He and Lip get up, walking in stride to the kitchen to get you food and water, Ian returns with a plate of toast and an egg “Where did you even think you would go?” Ian stares dumbfounded “No other family, when will you just accept that you belong in this house? Y’know we tried to be nice, let you do shit you wanted, but you keep proving you’re not trustworthy!…Maybe it’s time for a permanent spot in the living room” Ian sighs and get back onto the couch “N-No! I was so good I was just trying…I just wanted some alone time out” Lip returns from the kitchen with a cigarette “Alone time is for big kids, and you’ve been acting like a quivering pussy all day” Lip laughs even as Ian nudges him a little.

“Where’d Fi put the pills?” Lip narrowly avoids getting his ash on Ian and searches around the dark living room, turning on a lamp and finding the baggy on the nightstand next to the couch “Deb made cookies, I’m gonna go get one, make her take the damn pills” Lip gets up and leaves you and Ian, who puts the pills on the plate and stares at you expectantly. “Now” You have no choice, so you pick your dignity and take it with the small plastic cup of water.

“Dickhead…” you mumble as Ian and Lip sit on the couch with a cigarette “Big talk for someone sitting in front of two people she’s partially dependent on survival from now on” Ian laughs a bit at Lips taunt and they talk about whatever stupid shit they have going on.

It wasn’t fair, nothing in this house was ever fucking fair. The Gallaghers barely let you take two steps without coddling or yelling at you. Even Debbie and Carl are protective, albeit Carl doesn’t really give a shit most of the time, but still! Ian can have his shitty boyfriend Mickey, Lip can have his shitty girlfriend Amanda, Debbie and Carl can date older people, but the second you take foot out of the house it’s like you’ve sold yourself off at the corner? That’s bullshit! You let the thoughts boil around in your brain before the world plucks you back off of fantasy land and into reality as Ian turns the lamp off, laying down and getting an extra blanket “Prolly shouldn’t give it to you but its cold tonight, sleep, you need it” your hands don’t move quite right from the pills as you go to grab it, wrapping yourself in it as much as possible and squeezing your eyes shut as if to push demons out.

In the morning, you wake in a hazed fogginess to the typical shenanigans of the early Friday morning—it’s summer, so atleast they won’t make you do school work while you sit there. “Hi little dude” Lip picks Liam up and puts him in his high chair, talking to Fiona about something offhandedly for a few minutes. Debbie and Carl are upstairs fighting over the bathroom, and there’s clothes being pushed down the laundry chute. Fiona comes over, key in hand, and squats down. “We are gonna get you a shower after breakfast, I’m gonna uncuff you, and you are gonna be the good kid i know ya are” Fi smiles and chuckles, the lock clicks and you sprout up, still dizzy and disoriented as you make your way over to the dining room table. Putting your head down to block out any chance of light getting into your glassy eyes.

You can hear a plate slide onto the table infront of you, a cut up slice of toast and eggs, and no doubt another serving of the satans damned drugs. “You want me to take her with me to work?” Ian seems absentminded as they discuss “I was gonna walk down to the pool or on the L…” you let your voice slip out, even though you know the inevitable response. Fiona hugs you, and you can hear her let out a breathy sigh “If she goes with you, no drinking, and no strippers or anything” Fiona leans on the counter a bit while she talks to Ian, smiling as she pats him on the back. “Alright, Lip? Wanna chill with us in the living room while I get ready for work?” Ian calls out to the older boy, the two bringing your plate; and by extension, you, into the living room. Ian doesn’t say much as you plop down onto the couch, until he starts working on shorts for his job.

“Lip, this really isn’t easy! Hey, grumpy, are my cuts even?” Ian twirls around in the much too short shorts. “You look like a stripper” you let yourself sink further into the couch, eyes drooping as you slowly blink “Lip, you wanna stop by later? I’ll get you a free beer?” Ian continues his conversation with Lip like the comment never happened, something you should be happy about, considering it was one less argument to deal with.

You stare at the ceiling for however long it takes for Ian to drag you and his duffel bag out of the house, jogging much too fast for you to keep up. “Hurry Hurry!” Ian laughs, the usual giggle of his manic episodes. How you wish you could call him fucking crazy and be over with it. Once you finally get to the damned club, Ian seems to happily leave you off in some secluded area, an indoor gazebo with rows of beads instead of a real door. You attempt to avert your gaze as much as possible, seeing Ian grind on some old man’s cock wasn’t particularly pleasant.

The hours pass, Lip stops by, and eventually the wee hours of the morning come and Ian is sitting next to you. “Let’s get you home, ok? The bar doesn’t have much in the way of uhm food but I found some crackers in the back…let’s take our pills together I guess?” Ian chuckles and slings an arm over you as he relaxes a bit, in nothing but his dancing outfit and a coat. He pops his in his mouth and grimaces before washing it down with some sort of fruity martini, eyeing yours and grabbing the bowl.

“Food first!” Ian holds it up to your lips, you grimace but fake a smile at the noises he makes and open your mouth for the dry food. After a few more, Ian finally relents and hands you the pills, opting to grab you a glass of ice water instead of alcohol—definitely not surprising seeing as how you weren’t really allowed to drink.

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“Your fuckin wasted” Lip lets out a frustrated laugh and runs his fingers through his hair “I’m not wasted” you defend yourself, one beer doesn’t count as wasted lest your an anemic 11 year old. “Maybe we should have you join ROTC with Ian, learn some damned respect” Lip slams a cupboard before noticing the expression on your face. Your fear makes him calm down just a little. He brings you home, albeit it’s suspicious he even knew your friends and you were gonna be drinking, he brings you home for what wasn’t the first nor last time he would drag you away from your friends, ruining any chance of a social life. You mutter curses under your tainted breath as he opens the front door, godamn crazy Gallaghers…

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Ian manages to call a cab, nearly as foggy as you are. Lip accompanies you on the few blocks home, him and Ian being the typical amazing brothers they are (to each other, of course, to you, they’re the devils Fiona’s helpers). You absentmindedly follow, counting your steps against the warm concrete and enjoying what stars you can make out, hoping to appeal to Ian’s more sympathetic side, you sit down in the yard and stare at the night sky. “Gotta go in” you muster a little huff “Please? It’s so pretty, no one ever lets me come out and looks at the stars with me….” You pretend to want to spend time with him, looking at him with big watery eyes “Well…Why don’t we open the window in the living room, should let some fresh air in, you need it” he smiles, whether he knows what he’s doing or not is a mystery but he pulls you up and happily brings you over to the front door, you get one last good look before your being yanked through the doorway and into the kitchen. Lip waves Ian off to go change and it leaves just you and him at the table.

“You know, everyone’s gettin real tired of the teen runaway shit man; you gotta mature, you aren’t exactly setting a good example for Debbie” Lip lectures for a few minutes before Fiona sleepily comes in the door, hugging you before digging in the fridge and taking off her shoes “You take your new meds with Ian?” Fiona asks “Yeah, with crackers” you mumble, making Fiona put her hands on her hips and look at you. “Crackers? Ian’s gotta figure out some real food next time, I think we’ve got leftover pizza” Fiona heats some up and you can hear the whizzing of the old thing.

Carl comes downstairs, and heads straight for the knife holder. After getting a small knife, much to Fiona’s dismay as she looks at him in disbelief, Carl makes his way over to the table. “Are you crazy like Ian?” He tips his head a little, the familiar curiosity brewing in his eyes makes you wanna rip your hair out. “No I have to take them because everyone else is crazy like Ian—“ Fiona leans against the counter and glares, plate of pizza in hand. “No, you have to take them because your irresponsible” she waves her finger before placing the plate on the table in front of you “Lip, make sure you lock the door before bed…” Fionas shift seems to have left her exhausted, she drags herself up the stairs and you can hear her drop onto her bed.

Lip nods before returning to his cigarette, patting you on the back and digging around in the bathroom, pushing through Debbie’s products until he finds a hairbrush. “Ian! You’re basically a girl, help her!” He taunts and shakes him a little as he comes downstairs, Ian gently punches him in response and tiredly grabs the brush “Got any good movies?” He discusses with Lip “You like saw?” Ian leans down and takes a break from detangling your hair “Uhm…I guess” you don’t think too much about it, the way it seemed, you would be asleep before the opening credits were done.

So, Ian gets the disc for SAW2. He finishes with brushing it and lets himself focus mostly on putting it in 2 braids, not bothering to ask if you mind, of course. But they seem fine eventually as Ian relaxes into the couch, pulling you up between him and Lip and throwing a blanket at you in an attempt to be playful. He makes a look of discomfort when you show no emotion and instead opt to grab it and curl up, he seems to justify it in his head and shrugs.

You watch the guts and gore, some woman falling into a pit of needles makes you flinch just a little, but you manage to distract yourself with the sounds of Debbie in the kitchen. Excusing yourself from the horror fest, you walk up to her and reach over to grab a glass, pouring yourself a glass of juice. Her eyes seem to follow you everywhere “Would you mind helping with daycare tomorrow? Please?” She gives you a look, even though you don’t have much of a choice. “Sure, you should sleep so your energized for daycare in the morning, Night Debs” you put on your best smile and she smiles back before walking back up the stairs for bed.

You find yourself wandering with your glass of juice, staring at the bright liquid as you stare at the window, being as quiet as you can, you open the door and creep onto the balcony. “Stunning” you manage to whisper as you stare at the growing grass and what was left of Ethel’s farm off in the distance. You crack the door so it doesn’t make noise but doesn’t let in a draft either, taking as much time as you can afford to spend out on the rickety wood structure, sipping your drink and closing your eyes.

Your pulled out of your delusions of tranquillity by cold small hands on your wrist, much too small to be Ian’s or Lip’s, you turn to see Carl with a smirk on his face. “I won’t tell, just get inside” he lets out an evil giggle, staring at the sky as well. Unfortunately, Ian and Lip had already been alerted to the antics going on as they watch from the kitchen and talk. “If you’re gonna do that, might wanna get sneakier” Lip sips a beer and glances back at the end of the movie. “Alright bedtime for you Carl” Lip pats him on the back and shoos him away to upstairs.

Fiona is sitting piling blankets and pillows onto the mattress, in a better mood for sure. “Gets cold at night, should help” she hums and finishes up, hugging you tightly “Be good kiddo, please” it sounds more like pleading than an order, you’d put money on her praying for patience sometime this week. So she tucks you in and locks the overbearing amounts of locks on the door, sending Lip and Ian to their own beds for the night.

She sits on the edge of the mattress and rubs your foot “I love you, and we’ll get through it” she says like it’s Ian’s bipolar diagnosis and not her own fucking family and their intense insanity. She seems to take your watery eyes as a good sign and kisses you on the head, leaving a water bottle on the table for you and shutting the lights off.

Leaving you and the familiar high from whatever bullshit you were on, you curl up in bed and finally fall asleep, preparing to do everything again—what can you say, persistence is a Gallagher feature.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I'm not saying yandere Dick Grayson would baby trap his darling...but he most definitely would

Warnings: toxic and abusive themes. forced domesticated life, mentions of baby trapping, purposeful weight gain, manipulation, dick is a good hubby though, he's just so desprate

Please just hear me out on this concept. Now i've said before that Dick Grayson would've realistically had to put a halt on his personal life and relationships because alongside being nightwing and keeping his family together, it'd just be too much.

Could you imagine Yandere! Dick is like hitting his mid-thirties at this point, work is growing old and all of his siblings are just about adults and he's exhausted. One day, the siblings are all just chilling around the mansion and the topic of what they plan to do with their life after being a vigilante comes up. Dick hadn't though about it ever because well...this consumed every minute of his life but he figured he'd probably settle down and start a family. Jokingly one of his siblings said, "How could you ever find time for another family when you're already the matriarch of this one?", and it just hasn't left his mind since.

Fast forward and he's sitting in a dinner alone after patrol and he's just watching this family and their kids and it just hits him that he'll never have that at the rate he's going. If he doesn't end up dead from his work, he'd probably end up rotting in that mansion alone because he's too busy fixing the messes Bruce made with the others. He's been a "father" to his siblings since his teen years and he has not much to show for it. I mean he's proud of all of them but...he's still just their older brother...

He goes home and is thinking about just how happy that father looked while throwing his kids up in the air...or how beautiful his wife looked carrying their unborn child. He envied how simple and perfect their life was. They didn't have to miss out on life to fight crime around the clock or to piece back together something he never broke. They could happily go home..with each other and be proud of what they've made. He's looking back at his life and while he knows he's accomplished so much but being an actual dad is something he'll never get a chance to be. Not while he's still playing as the head of Bruce's household.

Yandere! Dick Grayson who now wants to be a father so badly and to come home to a pretty wife who truly loved him. Not just some one nighter who couldn't see past his body.

He met you by chance a few weeks later. It was while he was grabbing food before his nightly patrol, and the spark was like never before. It was fate. or delusion You were destined to be his pretty wife and be his ticket out of that mess. You're so perfect

Dick is maybe a little too eager to make his desires a reality. Like he's completely ready to let go of his previous familial duties to make way for his new ones. It's a huge shift but it's a necessary one. This is his Fiona Gallagher moment. He's steadily loosening the grip and ignoring calls to be fully focused on you. Dick wants to prove he'll be a great husband who won't neglect you for anyone else even if they're as close as family. He can't let them get in the way anymore.

He doesn't care if he has to manipulate his way into your heart, he's going to have you. He's the only one that'd ever be as good to you as he will be. There's not even a money limit on how much he's willing to pour into this process. If it takes paying your rent or car note to prove he's provider material...then so be it. Anything for the future mother of his children.

!Yandere Dick Grayson who doesn't even know if you want kids or marriage but he's so far gone in his own fantasies that he just assumes you have the same goals as he...even if you don't...you soon will..I like to think he slowly shifts you into being a stay at home girlfriends and floods your mind with ideas of this being your purpose. He needs you to know just how great you are at being domestic...this isn't so bad right? You could do this for the rest of your life!

Like i said he doesn't mind throwing money at you if it'll make you desire this life with him. Besides, he prefers you to be financially dependent on him. You are so shy when you ask him for things but he loves knowing that you need him, just like a good wife does.

First he's just always wanting you over his house for cute dates, then it's becoming a weekender situation...then a few days out of the week and now you practically live with him.

In the meantime he's doing subtle things like cooking dinner and breakfast with you at the same times every day. This is so you'll automatically start doing this on your own and so you know what he likes and at what time. He's got you doing shopping runs for the home. He's a sneaky little shit who asks you to throw in his laundry and clean up his messes while he's at work. He of course compensates you for being such a great helper. Your new job is here at his home. It fills him up with so much joy when he comes home and all your tasks are completed.

Yandere! Dick who is always surprising you with foods and snacks you cannot resist to make you plumper for when you're carrying his baby. Of course he's denying the allegations when you jokingly tease him about making you fat on purpose but we know the truth. Still, he's loving your body regardless, it needs to be healthy with extra fats to keep your children protected. He can barely contain himself though when he sees your little stomach pudge , it gets him all too excited for the real deal. It makes him feel all the less guilty about tampering with the contraceptives when he thinks about how gorgeous you'll be when you're swollen with his baby. I mean you're already this cute with a little bloat.

Oh just the thought of you walking around in public and everyone who sees you know that you're already claimed..ugh He doesn't know what to do with himself. You're all his and no one can steal you away from him. Not when you don't have any time. You're too busy taking care of the home and the baby to be bothered by anything else.

You won't be too mad at him, right? I mean just so desperate to have a quiet new life. He wants to be a father so bad, please let him have this. He'll be so so good for you and the baby.....he needs this.

[menacing-menace-rat]

Requests welcomed ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I'm dying to write for some Fandoms but I don't feel confident enough to write a full series yet so I need some help. Can someone send me some requests and I'll trying writing some fan fic stuff for you.

Shows I want to write for:

DC

Any of the main 7 of the justice league

Nightwing

Red Hood

Red Robin

Damian Wayne (platonic only)

Miss Martian

Most Gotham characters

(If there is any other DC character you want just ask I love DC and will probably do it 🤗)

Marvel

Any of the main 6 Avengers

Most Daredevil characters

Frank Castle

Bucky Barnes

Sam Willson

Joaquin Torres

John Walker

Vision

Scarlett Witch

Most of the X-Men

Peter Parker

(I'll write for most Marvel characters as well so don't be scared to ask.)

Hannibal (NBC)

Hannibal lecter

Will Graham

Better call saul

Lalo Salamanca

Sandman

Dream

Death

Shameless

Lip Gallagher

Fiona Gallagher

The other siblings would only be platonic stuff.

Umbrella Academy

Any of the 7 siblings and possibly the sparrows as well.

Star trek the next generation

Data Soong

Will Riker

Deanna Troi

Worf

Geordi La Forge

Types of stuff I'll write:

Headcanons

One Shots

Very Small fanfics

Reader inserts

Different characters together

Some crossover stuff just depending

Things I'm comfortable writing:

Romance and smut (with of age characters)

Darker themes (I don't scare easy)

Yandere

Fluff

Angst

OC stuff (please give me as much info as possible. Please info dump bestie 💖)

Hurt/Comfort

More notes

If you simply want to talk about these Fandoms I'll happily listen. I'd be glad to hear your thoughts on shows and characters as well.

[peoplesgraves]

Could you do a yandere fiona gallagher x female reader x yandere best friend mickey Malkovich?

Conversations In The Gallagher Kitchen

Yandere Fiona X Reader X Platonic Yandere Mickey

“Why are you always here?” Fiona weaves around the small Gallagher kitchen, picking up plated and bowls from breakfast and still finding time to to stare pointedly at Mickey. “Ian’s not even here. At least when he’s here it makes sense”

Mickey gives a flash of his middle finger, which Fiona returns. “I’m here for Y/n. She wasn’t at her house and I know she’s your lay of the week.”

The eldest Gallagher contemplates murder at the implication but the momentary look of disgust on mickeys face calms her just enough to reply. “She went out to get a toothbrush. Liam flushed hers.”

“You’re just letting her walk around alone in this neighborhood? Some girlfriend you are.” Mickey leans back against the counter his disgust fading to sadistic glee. Just the thought of proving how crappy Fiona was for you made him happy.

Fiona stops picking up to glare softly at your supposed best friend. “Wow you sure give her a lot of credit. How’d you think she’d like to hear you say that?”

The Milkovich flinches the tiniest bit at the thought but recovers quickly. “She’d know I was just looking out for her.”

“I think she’d kick your ass” Fiona continues to glare but her eyes fill with pride at the thought, it was impossible to stay upset when she thought of you.

“Whatever. I’ll wait.” Mickey pulls out a chair from the kitchen table and starts to tap his fingers impatiently.

“Fine. I guess we’ll see who she chooses when she gets back. Her girlfriend” she smirks softly at how ridiculous this was. “or you.” Fiona takes the seat opposite of him and the pair glare at each other, both poised to monopolize you as soon as you come in.

[noellawrites]

Runaways - Yandere!Carl Gallagher x reader

this is partially inspired by moonrise kingdom, it’s an incredible movie!

“A-are you sure about this?” you asked Carl, teeth chattering as he helped you lift your oversized suitcase into the Gallagher house.

“Yeah, you ain’t chickening out, right?” he said, seriousness in his voice.

“No, no of course not,” you assured, trying to hide the regret in your voice.

You were so young and already moving in with your boyfriend. At first, it seemed like a good idea. Freedom, no parents, no rules.

But you soon realized that when your parents figured out you weren’t just at a friend’s house, you would be dragged back home to a miserable existence.

“Hello? (Y/n)?” you were pulled back to reality as your boyfriend called your name.

“I just said we can take Lip’s old room since he’s at college,” he said, as you tugged your suitcase through the door.

“It’s small, but we can do some decorating,” you mused as Carl hopped onto the mattress.

“At least let me put some sheets on it first!” you chided, then laughed as Carl pulled you onto the bed with him.

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A week later, you were still hiding out in your new room with Carl. Fiona hadn’t noticed your presence due to increased hours at Patsy’s, and your parents didn’t even know who Carl was, so they had no reason to suspect him for your disappearance.

“I’m thinking we hop a bus to the west. If we get to the station at—“ Carl began, but you cut him off.

“Carl, what are you talking about? I don’t want to run away... I love my family,” you explained, staring down at the daunting map.

“I though you loved me,” he argued.

“I do, I do! It’s just... we’re so young. I don’t know how this is going to work out. If the authorities find us...” you trailed.

“They won’t. We’ll dye our hair and get new identities. I love you. They can’t seperate us.”

“Carl, I just don’t think-“

“You’re coming with me, got it?” he said, harsher than ever. You suddenly realized that this wasn’t a choice you were a part of anymore.

[noellawrites]

Family - Yandere!Lip x Reader

warning: drugging, underaged drinking, implied noncon

Tonight, Fiona was throwing a party for Debbie’s birthday. Debbie thought of you as the cool teenage neighbor, so of course you agreed to attend.

You also insisted upon helping Fiona prepare for the party, which unfortunately included cleaning the living room.

“Debs doesn’t have many school friends, did she tell you that?” she asked as you dusted above the shelves, glancing at the family’s school pictures.

“She’s mentioned it to me. I just don’t think those girls understand her, you know? It’ll get better for her in high school. She’ll find her group,” you explained, which didn’t do much to appease the eldest Gallagher.

All of a sudden, the front door unlocked and Lip and Ian entered.

“Yo!” Lip yelled, “you guys cleanin’ for Debs’ party later?”

“Yep, you idiots still planning on being there?” Fiona asked, sounding mildly pissed off.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Ian called, grabbing a beer from the fridge and tossing one to Lip.

“(Y/n), you stayin’ the night?” Lip asked, coyly.

“If there’s room, yeah. When do I not sleep here?” you laughed, and the rest of the Gallaghers nodded. You crashed on the couch quite often, so in exchange, you helped out with cooking, cleaning and whatever else was needed.

You and Lip were both eighteen and nearing the end of high school. You saw Lip like a brother, just like how you saw the rest of the family. Unfortunately for you, Lip saw you as something much, much more.

-

Debbie’s party was just beginning, and you, Veronica and Fiona were all nursing glasses of wine while Debbie watched a movie with Carl and a couple other friends from school.

Ian and Lip weren’t home yet, and you surmised that they were out grabbing more beer and the last of the presents for Debs.

Out of the blue, V started laughing so hard that she almost fell over.

“What’s wrong with you?” Fi laughed, steadying V in a kitchen chair.

“Oh, I’m just thinking ‘bout (y/n) and Lip,” she said, taking another drink.

“There’s nothing between me and Lip,” you protested, to which both the girls laughed.

“(Y/n), you’re crazy if you don’t see how my brother looks at you,” Fiona explained.

“B-but I don’t like him like that,” you protested, shaking your head and finishing off your glass. You were gonna need it, if you were supposed to get through tonight.

“That boy has been in love with you for years,” V said, just as Ian and Lip opened up the back door, Lip holding an American Girl doll box for Debbie and Ian carrying a Budweiser box.

You tried to push the idea to the back of your mind, but you couldn’t help but dwell on it. Lip? In love with you? You had always felt like just another Gallagher kid; present for every messy moment, helping to pick up the pieces.

-

Since Debbie and her friends had fallen asleep on the couch, you had embarrassingly fallen asleep at the kitchen table.

It must have been three in the morning when you woke up, an ache in your neck from the uncomfortable sitting position. You got up and began opening the drawers, searching for something to numb the ache in your skull.

You heard footsteps coming down the stairs, so you turned around and to your distain, you realized that it was Lip.

“Toss me a beer?” he asked, subtly taking a hand through his hair. You silently passed one over, then resumed your search.

“Advil,” Lip said, holding out a pill in one hand and his beer in the other.

Without much of a glance, you tossed the pill down your throat and washed it down with a sip of beer.

“I heard you talking to V and my sister last night,” Lip said, leaning against the washer and taking another swig.

“Yeah, they’re really good friends. I’m lucky that Fiona took me under her wing, treating me like a sister,” you emphasized.

“You know, I don’t see you that way,” Lip said simply, looking down at his feet.

“Lip, you’re like a brother to me. Nothing else,” you said, suddenly feeling sick.

You tried to take another step towards the table but stumbled, dark spots clouding your vision.

Lip grabbed you by the waist, holding you up and attempting to drag you up the stairs. You mumbled in protest, but he clamped his hand over your mouth.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” he hissed into your ear. And all of a sudden, everything went black.