#carl gallagher x m/n

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Carl Gallagher/Male!Reader Drabble

Been a long while since I've done Carl but I promise I love him

He's so...

You know?

Sorry I took a day off. stressful stuff is happening

M/n is so me in this fic ngl

Okay enjoy to everybody who voted for Carl in the latest poll

Summary: You don't think you deserve what Carl gives you. You are a Milkovich, after all.

You sighed heavily as you walked up the deteriorating front steps to enter the Gallagher house hold. The moment has come where you had to break up with Carl.

He always treated you with the most respect anyone in your life ever had, but you simply can't accept it. You were a Milkovich, and Milkoviches where made for the rough life. Gangs and stuff. Not some loving relationship. Mickey had beaten the odds, that's all. You would mess it all up eventually.

Carl leaving you was your worst nightmare, so you might as well leave him first. You'd gotten in the way of all of the good things you'd ever had; what was different about this one?

You let yourself in as always, and the living room was a mess as always. A mess that you had always loved and adored. You met Carl very early in your school days whenever you had taught him how to make a flame thrower with hairspray and a lighter. He hadn't stopped since.

It was weird for a Gallagher and a Milkovich to be friends, and his sister Fiona was obviously cautious around you at first, but they had all grown to enjoy your company. Even Debbie would hang out with you from time to time.

Nothing changed whenever you started to date Carl beside your self esteem. Even though Carl did everything right, it made you feel wary and cautious. Mickey never seemed to feel that way. You wondered why. Don't misunderstand, you truly loved Carl; but something in you just couldn't accept his love.

"Hey!" A familiar voice from inside called.

You looked over to see who was calling out to you, and you see that it's Carl himself. He looked happy, not stressed as usual with his new job at that police station. You hated to see him so happy and ruin his good day.

"Carl, I have something to talk to you about." You mumbled under your breath.

You weren't one to back down from loud, yelling confrontation. You were from the south side after all; but with Carl was a whole other situation. He has five older siblings, you were bound to get it soon.

"What's up?" He asked with a goofy smile on his face.

You cross your arms, faking a mask of nonchalance. "I need to break up with you."

Not waiting to hear an answer, you hurried out the door. You could hear him calling your name, but you kept on the path back to your house. Though tears didn't fall from your eyes, tears fell in your mind.

You opened the door to your home and closed the door of your relationship.