#carl gallagher x male reader

[a-sleepy-dissapointment]

The Set Up ~Carl Gallagher

This is a Carl x Male Reader

Prompts

#12 " No, no nooope. I won't do it. Nope."

You thought that they were joking. There was no way that Carl, the boy who spends his summers trying to get girls to hook up with him, was into you too.

"Seriously dude, Carl likes you. Just ask him out already." Ian says from his spot on the couch.

"We're tired of you to pinning after each, too chicken shit to ask each other out." Lip buts in as he stands up and heads to the kitchen.

"Hey! I'm not chicken shit. I just don't want to confess and have him laugh in my face." You say as a pout covers your face. Ian chuckles at your expression.

"He's not gonna laugh at you just ask him out." Lip said, sitting back down with a beer.

"No, nooope. I won't do it. Nope." You say acting like a child. Both Ian and Lip laugh at your attitude, lip taking a swig of his beer, Ian simply looking at you.

"Whatever suffer in emotional distress then." Lip says between laughs and sips. Ian goes back to watching his show, and you're left sitting with your feelings.

~Time Skip by friends who make fun of your crushes~

You and Ian were passing a joint, laying against the headboard, talking about everything, and anything. "So," Ian starts, "If I know a guy who is attracted to guys and is available, would you want me to set you guys up?"

You let a small laugh at his question, partly because the weed, and partly because it would end up as a blind date. "Sure, it's probably time I get over Carl. He's not crazy right?"

Ian lets out a loud laugh. "God no, you'll love him." Passing the joint

"I better or I'll make your life hell for a good week or two." Laughing, you pictured all the possible guys he could set you with.

Meanwhile, Lip and Carl were having a similar talk. "Yo, Carl you got a date this Saturday."

"What the fuck you mean I didn't ask nobody out." Carl looked at Lip like he was crazy.

"Yup, I got you a date. Saturday at 3. Meet them at Pasty's,”

You were standing in front of your closet, slowly dying inside, because you couldn't find anything to wear. In your whole life you basically only wore three different outfits, and since you've been putting off doing laundry to watch tv, those outfits we're dirty. You groan, flopping on the bed giving up thinking of different excuses to give Ian as to why you couldn't make it to Pasty's, yet none of them would work.

You sigh get up and decided to just close your eyes and pick out an outfit. Surprisingly it was cute on you. You hear a ding coming from your bed, as you check your phone Ian texted you that you're late. As you run to the door you slip on your shoes and leave.

Once you see you're at Pasty's you double over and begin to take deep breaths. "Damn I need to get in shape." You mutter under your breath.

 As you walk into Pasty's you notice somethings up, the place is empty except one booth and a few of the girls and a cook. Assuming the guy in the booth was who Ian was setting you up with, you walk toward him. Once you reach the table you knew you were going to kill Ian.

"Carl?"

"(Y/N)?"

You were gonna kill Ian. "Carl, what are you doing here?"

"Lip told me to met up with someone for a date," Carl was looking around and noticed we were the only ones here. "now I'm assuming that Lip set us up, seeing as no one else is here?"

"Ian told me he found a guy that is perfect for me, and Lip found you a date?" This is it I'm gonna kill them, they did this on purpose, "Do you think it's a coincidence that the they both got us a date on the same day and time?"

"I think they did it on purpose, I'm gonna kill them." Carl was looking anywhere else other than me.

"Why are you gonna kill them? Like, I'm not judging because I want to kill them too, but what did they do to you?" I finally sit down in the booth across from him.

"I'm gonna kill them because I was talking to them the other day and now they went ahead and set this up without talking to me about it."

Just as I was about to respond Sierra came over to take our order, "What can I get for you two?"

"I'll take a Oreo milkshake and a plate of fries. What do you want Carl?"

"I want a slice of apple pie and an vanilla milkshake."

"Okay, I'll go put your order in." Sierra began to walk away, and we were left alone again.

"So you were saying something about killing Ian and Lip?" I remind Carl.

"Oh yeah, they did this on purpose because I was talking about how cute you were to them the other day." He looked down, dodging eye contact

"WH-at!" I coughed then wheezed, trying to regain composure. "What? Wait, did you just call me cute? " I squeeze out after choking on my spit.

He looked up, contemplating his answer. "Well not directly to you, but you are cute. I was talking to them and they said you liked me, but we both know that's not true."

"You just called me cute. Why-I-What's going on." I think my chest is about to explode. "But I mean, what if I did like you?"

"What? You like me? Really? This is a joke right. Pretend to like the boy from South Side for a bet." Carl looked at me with the saddest, upset face I've ever seen on him.

"What no, it's not a joke." I looked into his eyes and saw unease. I grabbed his hand to reassure him, "I promise I really like you. Ian and Lip kept complaining that I wouldn't ask you out, in my defence,  I never thought you would never like me back so I agreed to go on this blind date."

"Wait, this isn't a joke? You actually like me?" Carl looked really confused with a little hope shining in his eyes.

Sierra had brought out our food. "Here you two go, enjoy kids."

I grabbed my fries and dipped them into my shake. "So, I told you I liked you, but you never said if you liked me." I deadpanned.

Carl choked on his pie, "I said you were cute, that doesn't count?"

"Nooo, that doesn't count." I tell him as I try to dramatically eat a fry.

"I thought it was obvious but yeah...I like you." He said in a condescending manor, like I had asked him the most obvious question.

"Oh." I had to look anywhere but at him because of the large blush covering my face at his words.

"So, are we dating now?"

I spit out my mouth full of shake on the table. "Um? Yeah?" I said questionably, in between coughs.

"Dammit! I drank all my milkshake." Carl overdramatically 'yelled.'

"Do you wanna share the rest of mine?" I ask as I slide my shake to the middle of the table.

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Carl Gallagher x male reader

Carl flirts with him every chance he gets. But one day the reader flirts back and he freezes up.

When the Tables Turned

Pairing : Carl Gallagher x M Reader Tags: Flirting, Fluff. Word count : 777 Y/n: Your name  L/n: your last name

It was a typical day in the Gallagher household, a chaotic symphony of mismatched sounds and messy lives. The sun barely peeked through the dirty windows, illuminating the clutter and the occasional flying object that signified a Gallagher squabble. Y/N had been a part of this chaotic world for a while now, friends with Ian, and somehow having found a home amidst the uproar that was the Gallagher family.

Carl Gallagher was a force of nature. He was wild and unpredictable, a spark of energy in the house, always seeking thrills and pushing boundaries. Known for his charming grin and confident swagger, he had made it a habit to flirt with Y/N at every possible moment—joking about their compatibility, bragging about his latest escapades, or simply teasing them with playful banter.

"Hey, Y/N," Carl shouted from across the room one evening, his eyes bright and mischievous. "If you need a partner in crime, you know where to find me. I mean, who wouldn’t want to commit a little friendly arson with me?"

Y/N rolled his eyes, a smile creeping onto his  face. "Sorry, Carl, I have morals. Jury might be out on you, though."

"Oh, come on! I’d only set the house on fire a little bit. Just a tiny blaze. I promise I won’t let you get burned!" he shot back, a twinkle in his eyes, making it hard for Y/N to resist the playful banter.

This was their routine—playful exchanges followed by Carl's relentless charm. It was endearing, in a way. But this time, Y/N felt a wave of courage wash over them. There was something exhilarating about the banter, and maybe they could turn the tables just once.

Days went by, and with each passing moment, Carl continued to flirt with him, seeming to revel in the way he teased back. They knew he liked the attention, and they couldn't help but play along for fun. But ever since Y/N started flirting back, Carl’s confidence began to chip away bit by bit.

One evening, as the chaos in the Gallagher house reached a new level Y/N found Carl alone in the kitchen, raiding the fridge.

“Hey, Carl,” Y/N called, leaning against the door frame with an easy smile. “Looking for something to eat? Or just trying to find another excuse to flirt with me?”

Carl’s head snapped up, caught off guard. His signature smirk faltered for a fraction of a moment. “You know, I was just—uh, checking for snacks. Ever heard of a balanced diet? You can’t have fun on an empty stomach, right?”

Y/N stepped closer, determination bubbling in his chest. “Well, maybe if I promised to keep you fueled, you'd consider taking me to a party sometime. You know, you and I could be the hottest couple that place has ever seen.”

Carl opened his mouth to reply, but words failed him. For the first time, the boy who could charm anyone stumbled over his own tongue. He blinked, his expression flitting between surprise and disbelief. “Wait, what?”

“The hottest couple? You know, it’s a compliment. Imagine the chaos we could wreak together! And I’m sure I could keep you out of trouble. Or, at least, help you look good while getting into it,” Y/N winked, fully feeling the thrill over the boldness of his flirtation.

Carl’s cheeks flushed, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. The confident, swagger-filled boy who normally thrived under pressure felt like a fish out of water. “Yeah, um…” he stammered, running a hand through his hair, which only added to his charm. “I… I’m down for that. I mean, yeah, party. Sounds cool.”

His usual bravado had vanished, replaced by a bashfulness that sent a strange exhilaration through Y/N’s veins. He enjoyed seeing this side of him — the boy who was invincible suddenly looked almost... vulnerable.

With the atmosphere thick between them, Y/N laughed, stepping a little closer. “So you’ll bring the chaos, and I’ll bring the snacks? Sounds like a plan.”

Carl regained his composure, a soft grin breaking across his face, the glimmer of his usual charm returning in an instant. “Deal. But just remember, if anyone gets burned, it’s not my fault.”

“I'll hold you to that,” Y/N teased, knowing he had somehow shifted the balance of their playful repartee.

With a smirk and a playful shove, he  turned to leave, leaving Carl stammering a little longer in the kitchen, a smile spread across his face as the warmth of the moment sank in.

[arriansarchive]

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.

[in-act-ive]

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

[scentedpepper]

SHAMELESS SUBLIST

LIP GALLAGHER:

Trajectories of Temptation

Fish. [request]

IAN GALLAGHER:

Bar Fights and Candle Light [request]

[edmetalqueer]

*!*!* Boys Kiss Boys *!*!*

Pair: Carl Gallagher x M!Reader.

Genre: Fluff.

WARNINGS: Swearing, Marijuana, Alcohol, Making Out, Mentions Of BlowJobs.

F/M - Favourite Movie.

Y/N sat in his room, writing on his homework. He looked over at his clock, letting out an annoyed groan. He grabbed his phone, texting the only person he knew that made life an adventure. Carl Gallagher.

Y/N 1:23am - Hey, you awake?

Carl 1:25am - Yeah, what's up? Need me to beat anyone to dust at this hour?

Y/N 1:30am - No, could you come over? I'll open my window for you.

Carl 1:34am - Alright, will be there in a few minutes.

Y/N smiled, walking over to his window. He opened up the window, dragging the curtains away so it'll be easier for Carl to sneak in. He took out a box that he hid in his room, taking out a lighter and a joint. He lit it up, placing it in his mouth.

Carl held a bag of beers, trying to climb up the roof to Y/N's window. He threw the bag up onto the roof, lifting his weight up, and getting onto the roof. He crawled to the open window.

Y/N heard noises out from his window, a grin on his face. He walked towards the window, seeing a struggling Carl. He chuckled, gripping his hand, and pulling him inside.

"I brought beers," Carl said, smirking. Y/N kissed his forehead, smiling. "You told Fiona that you left the house?" Y/N asked, sitting down on his bed. "Nope, I'll tell her in the morning," Carl said, laying down on the bed. He grabbed the bag he brought, taking out a beer can.

He opened the beer can, taking a sip. Y/N laid down next to him, smoking a joint.

"Are your parents home?" Carl asked, Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? They're usually home at this hour." He said, passing Carl the joint in exchange for the can of beer. Carl handed him the can, taking the joint gladly. "So, you can't blow me off?" he said, Y/N laughed. "Nope, just cuddling and kissing." He replied, taking a sip from the beer.

Carl wrapped his arms around Y/N, taking a blow from the joint. Y/N grabbed Carl's hand, kissing it.

"What's a movie you wanna watch?" Carl asked, giving Y/N the joint, and grabbing the beer can. Y/N thought for a moment, "Hm. Probably F/M!" Y/N responded.

Carl chuckled, "Isn't that your favorite movie?" he said, Y/N nodded. "Yup, got a problem with that?" he said, kissing Carl.

"Nope, not at all," Carl said, wrapping his arms around Y/N. Y/N placed the beer can on the bedside table, wrapping his own arms around Carl.

They sat in comfortable silence, kissing one another.

"I love you, L/N." "I love you too, Gallagher."

[fictionalcharactersaremypassion]

Blackmail- Carl Gallagher x male!reader

Summary: Carl's babysitting Franny and allows her to play makeover with him. But then his boyfriend comes over and makes fun of him for it (and gets blackmail, of course)

---

"Oh, don't you look cute," I grinned widely in the face of his scowl.

Carl had today off, so he ended up babysitting Franny while Debbie was at work when the babysitter she originally had for her bailed at the last minute. Carl probably put up some fuss but he loved Franny so he didn't really mind, even if it might have disrupted his plans to relax.

She must have coaxed him into playing makeover or something. His hair was in messy pigtails and his face was smeared with that kid-friendly makeup. Bright red cheeks, some blue and purple crap around his eyes.

"I made Uncle Carl look pretty!" Franny announced.

I snickered, coming to sit down on the floor with them. "You sure did, Franny. Uncle Carl looks really pretty."

He was giving me the stink eye now. "Shut up," he muttered.

I wasn't trying to laugh a lot for the sake of the kid, you know? Didn't want to make her upset or anything. But the longer I looked, the funnier it was.

And the crankier Carl got.

"You did a really good job," I told Franny, barely able to suppress my laughter.

"Thank you!" She beamed. "Uncle Carl, can I have a cookie? I'm hungry."

"Yeah, sure," Carl said and she dashed off. He yelled, "One, Franny. One."

"Okay!" She called back.

Sighing, he looked at me. "You're enjoying this too much."

"No," I said, to which he narrowed his eyes at me. Pulling my phone out in a flash, I took a picture and then smirked in satisfaction. "Now I am."

I jumped to my feet and did Carl.

"Delete that!" He demanded.

"Nah," I said, holding it up so he couldn't reach it. "Don't worry, babe, I won't post it...probably."

I kissed him on top of the head- no way was I gonna touch his face with all that crap on him. He just flipped me off in response.

But I didn't miss the way his face had softened. He liked it when I did that, even if he insisted otherwise.

[plus-size-reader]

Crush

Philip “Lip” Gallagher x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1726 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Lip develops a crush on the reader, Fiona’s childhood best friend

——————————————————————————————————

Fiona'd had friends of hers in and out of the house since Lip was a kid, but no one more so than you.

You were arguably her best friend in the entire world and everyone knew it. For the better part of both of your lives, you’d been inseparable and it was only natural that you get close with the rest of her family.

In a way, for them, it was like you were a part of their family, and even Frank spoke highly of you, which in itself was a feat. They just all seemed to love you.

Unfortunately though, as Lip got older, he didn't seem to feel the same way.

It wasn't that he didn't love you, because he did, and you were very important to him. It was just that he didn’t feel the same way for you that the rest of the Gallaghers did.

More than anything, he was in awe of you for everything that you were. You were confident and gentle, with more heart and soul than anyone he’d ever known. You were sweet, and caring, while also being a huge badass.

To Lip, you were everything.

...But he knew the truth.

You saw him as nothing more than your best friend's annoying baby brother, and that was never going to change. What did change though was how Lip wanted you to see him.

He didn’t want to be that in your eyes, not when he could be so much more.

Not that you could ever know that.

Lip was positive that he would die if you ever found out how he really thought about you. Nothing could ever be more embarrassing, especially because he had a pretty good idea of how it would go.

You were the one woman in the world he couldn't be confident around, and it had everything to do with the history you two shared.

You had helped Fiona raise him; and Ian, and Deb, and Carl. Hell, even now, you picked Liam up from daycare three days of the week.

You knew everything about every single one of the Gallaghers and the crush that Lip harbored wasn't going to be anything more than a cute little joke.

What you didn't seem to realize was that Lip was a grown man now.

He didn't need you to take care of him now, not anymore.

You were no longer the girl who came around and bothered him when he tried to hang out by himself, and you certainly weren't the girl who'd found his playboys under his bed and put them back without a word anymore either.

You were attainable, as far as age, feelings, and experience went but that didn't mean that Lip could make you his.

Every member of his family was too invested in all this for him to start going out with you, not to mention that Fiona would never allow it. She would sooner end his life than let him be with you.

So Lip kept quiet.

It was much easier to do than opening that can of worms.

He opened the refrigerator door slowly, his hand lazily falling on the neck of the bottle. It was as if the motion was a habit by now, and he didn't even have to think about it.

Across the kitchen was you, giggling at whatever was being said over the phone. He didn't know who you were talking or what it was all about; all he knew was that you were having an amazing time.

There was nothing Lip wouldn't do to hear that laugh but he just wished that he could be the one making you act that way.

Knowing that he couldn’t was more than enough to anger the younger male, who slammed his near-empty bottle down on the counter without a word and stormed out.

You hadn’t really been paying attention to him before that, but you couldn’t help but notice that he was gone. It would have been impossible not to but what you didn't know was why?

It certainly couldn’t have had anything to do with you.

You had just been on the phone with your cousins in Jersey. They spent most of the time arguing with one another more than talking to you, but they were also a laugh riot.

...But Lip didn’t know that.

In his mind, you had been laughing and carrying on with the greasy yet somehow charming usher from the theatre who loved you. He hit on you all the time and it wouldn’t have surprised Lip if you’d hooked up with him.

There was no way for him to think about it that didn't make his blood boil.

You were his, you just didn't know it yet.

~ Normally, you would have let Lip be.

Sometimes he could be dramatic and it was possible that he’d just gotten upset about something else and you’d read the room wrong. However, you had a feeling that wasn’t the case.

So, naturally, you went to go check on him.

If you were wrong, you could just move on and go about your business, but if you were right, you might be able to make him feel better.

“Hey kid, what’s going on?” you asked, knocking lightly on his door frame to let him know that you were there. You didn’t want to say anything if he was busy, but he didn’t seem to be.

In fact, he was far from it.

Lip was just sitting there on his bed, his beer bottle long discarded on the floor. It was funny, or perhaps it would have been, if he wasn’t so clearly upset.

“Don’t call me that” he snapped, catching you off guard.

There was something so pointed and aggressive about the way he spoke and it shocked you. Maybe you had done something after all, but you had no idea what it was.

“Okay, sorry. Is there something going on?” you asked, doing your very best to be understanding, even though you were more and more confused with each passing moment.

You were just lost.

Nothing that was happening made any sense at all to you.  

“No, why would there be?” he questioned, that accusatory tone still evident in his voice.

You weren’t even sure why he wouldn’t just tell you what it was, but since you were clearly gonna have to pull it out of him, you sat down.

“Out with it?” you suggested, though you both knew it was more of an order. If he didn’t want you to call him a kid, he’d have to stop acting like one.

Usually, Lip was the most mature of the Gallagher siblings but times like these made you wonder if that was true. It didn’t really make sense that he couldn’t just tell you what was wrong.

He sighed at first, the deep sort of sigh that you’d gotten used to hearing in this house. Someone always had a problem that needed to be worked out, even Lip, apparently.

“I don’t like that you talk to that guy, he’s trash, even more than most of the people around here” he commented finally.

There was a casualness in the way he spoke, though you could see just how hard this was for him in his eyes.

“Who? What are you talking about Lip?” you asked, genuinely confused this time. Clearly he thought you were talking to someone else but you had no idea who it could be.

You haven't been seeing anyone new lately.

“That guy from the theatre, what’s his name-” He huffed, scrambling a little when it came to his name. Lip had always been so focused on how much he hated him that he didn’t pay attention to what he said.

All he knew was the guy was not good enough for you and he was tired of hearing about him.

“I haven’t talked to him in forever. Why do you even care?” you asked, finding it hard not to be offended that he clearly didn’t think very highly of you.

He assumed that you were just going out with whatever guy paid attention to you, and honestly, that hurt. You had never been that kind of girl, but even if you had, it wasn’t really his business.

“Because, you’re way too good for a guy like that” he groaned, going for broke. The cat was out of the bag and there was no getting it back in now.

Gingerly, Lip reached out to take your hand in his own, his fingers brushing over the back of your knuckles slowly. The skin of his hands was noticeably rougher than yours, likely to working construction over the summer, but you didn’t mind.

Instead, you chose to ignore the strange feeling that overtook you at the touch. This was Lip, and the fact that you were even in this position was not alright

You’d known him all your life.

“Lip-” you started, but he stopped you before you could continue.

He knew that as soona s you said what you needed to say, this would be over and he at least had to get out what he was thinking before that happened.

If this ruined any friendship you'd ever had, he had to know that he got it all out there.

“I care because the right guy for you is right here, I always have been” he continued, startling you with his admission but he was far from done. Lip had been sitting on his feelings for so long, it was almost a relief to be honest.

“I know you probably think it’s just some stupid crush but it’s far from that. I’m in love with you”

By the time he’d finished, the male was almost entirely out of breath but neither of you minded. In fact, you were just trying to wrap your mind around what he was saying.

Lip was in love with you? How was that possible?

“I have to go” you decided finally, the walls of the room felt like they were closing in and you could hardly even breathe. It was ridiculous that you were even considering this, but you couldn’t help it.

Was it possible you cared about him in that way? Then, as if you hadn’t been handed enough, you realized something. What happened when Fiona found out?

[cookstorys]

𝖲𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

—————————————————————————————————————

[babymangosworld]

When you look up *character* x reader and there's barley any fanfics about them

[tinidor-theodore]

i cant stop writing sad bsf to lovers fanfics using michael afton. someone help me please. i have two wips where they hang out on his roof and im afraid i like the idea too much. help.

[redcoralpot]

And if I open requests for Shameless.... what then?

[delusionalwritingsofagay]

Press Here for Rules

Carl Gallagher

Head canons

Fics

When the table turned - I Rated G | cw : none| tags: Flirting, Friends to lover, Idiots flirting

Kevin Ball

Head canons

Fics

Coming soon

Lip Gallagher

Head canons

Fics

Family Ties - I |Rated G | cw : none| tags: Established relationship, Meeting the family

[arriansarchive]

Bottom!Dom!Carl Gallagher/Male!Top!Sub!Milkovich!Reader

This one's been in my mind for a while but I haven't acted upon my urges

Warnings since I forget to do them a lot: edging, pinching??? painplay????, other smut stuff, getting caught

Like season 10/11??? It doesn't really specify or anything but he's an adult

I've also decided to switch my name tag from y/n to m/n so yeah (i might forget in later stories so idk)

I used the word cock again be proud. im evolving

Summary: Porn

A simple day for junk food and TV programs. Well, that's what it was supposed to be before Carl got any bright ideas as usual.

Mickey had chaperoned you over to the Gallagher house after a job interview to help him with a few things, but you ended up just sitting with your boyfriend for a while. It wasn't the most productive thing you could be doing though nobody cared but Mickey.

By this time you both had gotten a few drinks down, and you were successfully quite tipsy. Not drunk to the point of delirium but not all there either.

You were barely paying attention to the TV until a rather heated, weirdly even, sex scene popped up. Carl laughed a little before leaning back in his seat.

A few minutes went past and in the corner of your eye you saw Carl stiffen, his mouth in a straight line. He seemed uncomfortable.

"You good?" You lolled your head over from the back of the couch to stare deeply at him.

He looked over at you, seemingly contemplating something before he lunged at you with full force. Carl pushed you back onto the couch vigorously with a elated look, straddling you.

"Don't tell me that shitty sex scene actually got to you." You rolled your eyes, but your breath automatically hitched whenever he grinded against you.

You tried to maneuver your way out from under him, but Carl held you down with such force that you didn't know where it even came from.

"I'm not going under today." He declares while shrugging off his jacket.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" You crossed your arms behind your head and yawned.

"You'll see." He muttered once he finally tugged his shirt over his head.

Carl started to unbutton the fancy shirt you had spent pretty much all your money on for your interview, but he decided to leave it on even after it was fully unbuttoned. Fucking in style or something like that.

He pressed his mouth up to yours needily. His hands were roaming your body and pinching you at random spots, making you flinch and groan into your boyfriend's mouth

You gasped lightly into Carl's mouth as his hands traveled down your dress pants, palming you roughly through your boxers. He had an evil smirk on his face.

"If you're this hard from me just doing that then you'd better prepare yourself." He whispered in your ear seductively.

You whimpered at the cold air whenever his hand left you, and your pants and boxers were pulled down.

Carl drug his hand up and down excruciatingly slowly for about a minute before teasing the tip with his thumb. The pad was circling the slit which was leaking steadily.

You were barely able to contain your noises of displeasure whenever he pulled away completely to take his own pants off but couldn't help to wonder what he was going to do next.

Suddenly he bent down from the couch and pulled out a few lube packets from one pocket of his pants.

"Were you planning this?" You managed to get out with a shakey voice.

He grinned. "Of course I was."

Carl was notorious for pain play with you. He loved doing it probably more than he loved normal sex without it, so no stretching wasn't a problem with him as he was usually the bottom.

He spread the lube over you, massaging around the base and tip mostly since he knew you were the most sensitive there.

You both groaned loudly in unison whenever he started to lower himself onto you. You were basically in agony from how slow he was going, and you could tell he was too.

You squeezed your eyes shut at the ecstasy that enveloped you at even the slight movement of his hips up and down on you. He had a maniacal look in his eyes.

He raised his legs up to where your tip was about to slip out and then slammed back down into you. Carl started a steady pace of this, not too fast but not too slow.

Both of your whimpers and groans were filling the silent, empty living room. Now that most of the Gallaghers were adults they weren't in the house a lot

Carl felt his wits end coming closer with each passing thrust, but yours was going even quicker. He had always noticed you were louder whenever you were about to finish.

Your hips spasmed as you came into Carl. He continued to bounce, chasing his orgasm while overstimulation engulfing your senses

Thick white ropes shot out of Carl rapidly with a loud scream of pleasure. You felt yourself start to harden once more and almost groaned in exhaustion.

He collapsed onto your chest, not bothering to take your cock out of him for the time being. It was silent until you both heard footsteps approach from the back door.

"Carl, what the hell are you doing?" A female voice yelped from the back of the couch.

"Tuning you out. What the hell does it look like?" He opened one eye passively and shrugged.

"Well, it looks like your fucking Mickey Milkovich's brother."

"That part is true too."

Your face flushed in embarrassment as Debbie and Carl argued back and forth about Franny's wellbeing and other concerns about fucking on the Gallagher house's couch. The words vomit and piss were used too much for your liking.

Ian's cackle became apparent from the kitchen along with Mickey's heavy footfalls.

"You fuckin' my brother, Gallagher?" He called.

You both decided to take your second round down to the basement. It's safe to say you got teased about it for a while after that.

[in-act-ive]

Hi can I request shameless X male reader where the reader is like an older brother to the boys and he defends them with his life pretty much it can be and he comforts them with side hugs y'know pulls them in for one especially when they fight with Fiona( nothing against her love her but I wanna comfort the boys y'know) headcanons or a oneshot i don't mind

Anyways have a good day

Yep! Sorry it's not a fic! I'm still a bit sick and I want to get this out before school starts up again!

Request : yes

Type : headcanon

A / N : more shameless stuff!! I'm not mad y'all just need to give me a minute to do some other stuff. All jokes aside this request was fun. Sorry I didn't do Liam!

Carl Gallagher

Knowing Carl you probably come to the rescue... A lot

He starts shit he can't finish

You have to come fight people for him a lot of the time

He also ends up getting people to jump him so... You have to save him then too

When you get injured he makes you deal with it

Its not that he doesn't know how

He just doesn't want to look at injuries he caused

When / after he gets in a fight with hie family he tries to avoid you

He doesn't want to bother you with his issues

You know where he hides though so you can help him

He's more of a " lets not open up.. Lets just stay DEAD SILENT instead "

You'll hug him

He won't admit it but that definitely helps him feel a bit better

Lip Gallagher

He likes to fight people for the hell of it

Lip can hold his own, really

Sometimes you just insist on stepping in cause you're much more responsible than he is and you know when he can't handle a fight or when its not worth it

Your normally pulling Lip out of a fight instead of defending him

He fucking hates it

His brothers appreciate it though

When you do end up fighting someone for Lip and get hurt he tends to your wounds immediately

He scolds you as he does so though, even if its his fault

When he gets in a fight with family he comes straight to you

He probably falls into your arms and just angrily huffs until you comfort him

He's not great with words

You've gotten used to it touch and you comfort him pretty quickly

He likes hugs and is very open about it

Especially yours

Ian Gallagher

Hes probably the more tame of the three boys

Definitely gets in fights he cant handle though

You have to step in and save him all the fucking time

He tries to tell you he's fine

He's not

When you get hurt in a fight he'll patch up your wounds

So scolding

He just explains what he's doing and does everything very gently as if your a child

He hates when you get hurt

You may be a bit older than him but he doesn't give a shit

You two just have a mutual overprotectivness over each other and everyone has picked up on it

After a fight with his familyhe comes to you first

You'll sit with him and he'll explain what's going on

You try your best to give advice

He nods and thinks about what you say as you speak

It almost always ends in you cuddling him while he sleeps

He cannot get in a fight with anyone without being mentally exhausted after

Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes

[starboye]

starring: lip gallagher x male reader

request: top reader and lip gallagher?, I don't know they've been trying for a while to have their first time but they are always interrupted by one of Lip's brothers, Fiona even caught them kissing in their underwear once,Do you like biting and have a big thing for breasts?

warnings: smut, making out, caught

to say it was hard to get laid in the gallagher house would be an understatement it was borderline impossible, from everyone running in and out of the house to you and lip being interrupted every 5 minutes when you were trying to make out and get in the mood.

and it was the first time so you wanted it to be special but you couldn't 'get it on' as carl put when every 30 minutes you had a new brother bursting through the door to get something, it was either ian and mickey pushing through the door making out to or carl coming in to grab something of his own, calling you some joking names before walking out.

once before, you and lip were making out on his bed in nothing but your underwear when the house was quiet and empty, or so you thought because all of a sudden you heard the door open and turned to see a shocked fiona standing there, just as lip got up to explain the sight in front of her "i didn't see anything" she said slamming the door.

it killed the mood instantly and you just ended up making out for the day, but now you were sure you could have a good time, lip called each of his siblings and told them he needed the house to himself and although they were definitely annoyed at the request they agreed to stay out of the house for the day so you two could finally do it.

now nicely layed in lips bed with him over you, him kissing at your neck as you took care of his and yours clothes leaving you both nude, you take in the holy sight of lips beautiful body, cupping his cheeks to meet your eyes with his "don't look at me like that" he says, a hint of red brightening his cheeks as you give him a coy smile.

"like what" you ask kissing him "like you wanna fuck me" lip chuckles "but i do, really really bad" you coo in a sultry tone, you could feel lip get harder "and i know you want me too" you whisper in his ear, tapping your dick against his ass, he looks down at you with eyes you couldn't really decipher, they had want, desperation, lust fullness, happiness, and nervousness all at the same time.

"please" lip lowly says, embarrassed by his own desperateness for your cock as he hides his face in your neck "m'kay then" you smirk at his shyness and kiss his neck before putting some spit on your tip and rubbing against his hole, letting out a little whimper from him "can i go" you ask pulling his ass apart "mhm yeah" he says.

you slowly push into lips hole, earning a moan from his mouth as he holds onto you for comfort and without even realizing you make it all the way in, to enthralled in lips noises that your hips were moving on their own, lip gasps at the feeling of being so full of you, if he was being honest he dreamed of this every night when he was jerking of but he'd never actually tell you that.

"can i move" you ask holding his hips in place, lip nods shakily with labored breaths as you begin stretching him out slowly but surely, and if you had to admit you were strangely close to cumming already, it was like lip was trying to milk you for every drop of cum and you weren't totally against it "are you trying to make me cum faster" you ask choking back a moan "mgh" was all lip manged to let out making you smirk "naughty boy" you mutter.

hearing you call him a naughty boy lip bit down on your neck lightly leaving a mark which you were definitely not going to cover up in the morning, lip presses you down into the bed before finally lifting his head to look at you, without any words he begins fucking himself on your cock, letting out a whine at he feels his good spot get grazed by you tip over and over.

"yeah just like that m'close" you lowly coo caressing his sides and holding onto his hips to keep him going before throwing your head and filling him up, lips eyes widening with how your cock spurts your cum into him "so fucking full" lip whimpers falling onto your chest.

taglist:@mailmango@spermeboy@ghostking4m@gayaristocrat@addictedtomalepits@staarb0y@crispysoup318@its-ares@gargoylesworld09@kadenvatsune