#shameless US x reader

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Jealous Ian and Mickey??

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“ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲? ”

warnings; mickey being mickey. physical violence (typical shameless shit). ian with rings + getting arrested hehe. blood mention. I think that's it??

date posted; 12.9.23

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usually, ian wasn't the type to get jealous. he had his moments in the past with mick’, with that fucker that had talked shit on ‘im at the bar. and maybe that angie girl... but that was a while ago. maybe even with svetlana, but of course that couldn't be helped. and maybe that one time when they first met you...

okay, maybe ian did get jealous. but that was besides the fact. he's never felt uncontrollable rage before when it's come to anyone other than mickey. the time mickey and svetlana married? he wasn't just heartbroken; he felt the need to actually kill terry and tell svetlana to fuck off in front of everyone, even though technically the circumstances weren't her fault. with you, he's never felt that — not since you started dating him and mickey.

it's funny really, for both of them. it was the moment ian realized he actually was in love with you — same for mickey. only, mick’ didn't realize until after the fact.

it started off with an actual date night between you three. ian told you that him and mickey planned one a while ago but it never sought through because some bitch named sammy got him arrested. you didn't know who the sammy chick was, and ian didn't explain who she was, but you mentally vowed that night to stick it to her. that's why you took them both out a week later, to some fancy restaurant on the west side.

mickey complained about a few things on the way there; the fact that he had to wear a tux, the way it fit him, and that the west side was the last damn place he wanted to be. he claimed it was where the ‘ rich bitches with those stupid nose bandaids ’ live and he wanted no part of that parade. you reassured him though that those noses of theirs would end up bleeding if they gave him the slightest problem.

to say the least, you gave him a boner and a good convincing.

after you arrived at the destination, you had watched while entering the restaurant as the two males gawked at the scenery of the place. it made ian question you just how you were going to afford everything —in which you laughed and just replied with “ don't worry, i’ ”— and mickey mutter under his breath just how much the golden posts by the doorway would go for on ebay. you swatted him on the shoulder since you heard ‘im.

you guys’ little trio was escorted generously to a nice window booth at the back of the restaurant, giving a nice view of the back patio where a fountain and little glowy fairy lights were displayed; giving off a familiar, comfortable feel. and, although you felt as ease, you could mickey still did not by the way he was tugging at different ends of his suit and scooting around in his seat.

“ mick- y’okay? ” ian asked, giving a puzzled questionable expression. the red head had been reading over the drinks menu when he noticed his boyfriend acting out of place.

“ this place gives me the fucking quivers... ” mickey muttered, once again shifting. “ I feel like ‘m bein’ stared at. ”

ian snorted at that. usually mickey didn't let shit get to him - especially people, at that. if there a problem, he'd sort it out himself, so why was he acting off now. “ why's that bothering you? ”

you were now looking at mickey as well, expecting him to answer as you raised your brows curiously. you too wanted to know why he was acting differently.

“ because, ” he sighed in frustration, only then leaning across to table to harshly whisper to Ian, while sparing you a slight glance. “ because I rather not fuckin’ ruin this night for y/n, okay? jesus christ. ”

ian's lips formed an o shape in realization. you were more sensitive than they were, so he could understand why mickey felt that way — didn't want to embarrass you or anything. if that happened, who knows how long of a grudge you'd hold.

mickey sat himself back just as a waiter approached. he was tucking in his finely pressed, button down shirt into his apron, not necessarily paying attention to his surroundings as he dropped a pen from his pocket. y/n realized — and, the good samaritan he was, he scooted out from the booth to crouch down and pick it up.

“ uh- here, ” he stood, pushing his hand out towards the waiter. “ you dropped this. ”

“ oh, ” the waiter extended a hand to take his writing tool back. and, as he did so, lifted his head, “ thank you- y/n? ”

“ blake? ” y/n asked, surprise on his face. “ holy shit. ”

that right there is when the first wave of jealousy struck in the night. the look of realization on both of their faces made Ian and mickey exchange glances — and, although ian felt a twist in his stomach, he wasn't exactly indifferent about the reunion just yet. mickey was, though. he looked sour.

and he was right to. throughout the remainder of the hours there, their waiter, blake, would always give you a smile that was always more than just a smile. he'd stop by more often than meant to, as well. asking for refills when it wasn't necessary, stopping by seconds later thinking he forgot a plate when in reality there was none to take. it pissed your boyfriends off - mickey especially.

the brunette had to withhold standing up and violating the guy where he stands. in mickey's mind, he wishes, wishes, that his stare alone could make this blake motherfucker burst into flames. it'd make his year. probably ian's too, because mick’ knew for a fact that his ginger companion was ready to blow the minute blake stopped by to give you the check.

ian's fingers were death-gripping his fork and his jaw was set. eyes pointed towards the table... and you were oblivious to it - cause you were too busy smiling at him.

“ say- ” blake spoke as he handed off the little black booklet to you, “ since it's been awhile, I was just wondering, would you like to hang out sometime? ”

mickey's head snapped up then. “ the fuck? ” he finally broke for the night. he's had enough. “ no- no, he won't like to fucking hang out sometime, ” mickey mocked, looking absolutely fed up. “ are you fucking nuts? you got some cotton in your damn brain- low iq? ”

the look on blake's face was priceless. his eyes were wide, jaw was dropped open. the hand that had stretched out to take the check back, paused midair. even you were looking at mickey like he was bat shit insane.

which, he probably was. but honestly, what do you expect with dating a milkovich?

“ you need to fucking scram before I pop your head off’a your body like a fucking cork. ” mick’ spat finally - and that was the straw that left the drink empty. you heard enough, scooting closer to mickey to calm him down.

“ mick- ”

“ who the hell are you talking to? ” blake's response made you whip your head around in his direction, eyes as wide as golf balls. was this kid crazy?

mickey looked at ian, who was already looking at him, ready to murder someone, before steering his eyes back onto the blonde male. “ I think I'm fuckin’ talkin’ to you- now y/n, sweetheart, move so I can kill this fucking rat. ”

by now, everyone around was staring. low, hushed voices whispering to one another, other waiters and waitresses watching the scene go down with saucer-bound eyes. a few folks had their phones out, recording, while others were on the phone with police.

“ I'm not moving. ” you sternly spoke, looking mickey in the eye so he knew you meant business. “ you promised you wouldn't make a scene tonight yet here you are, doing exactly that. ”

arms dramatically launched out of gesture to the blonde waiter, “ he was clearly hitting on you! ” mickey emphasized, making sure to get in through your head that you were being blind. you were. “ he wants in your fucking pants! ”

“ he does not want in my pants! ”

“ yes he fucking does! ”

“ stop swearing at me! ”

“ oh fuck off, get a grip! ”

you both were too busy arguing to notice that ian had gotten up from the table and approached blake. it wasn't until you heard gasps around you and a loud “ fuck! ” come from said blonde, followed by a thud, did you and mickey raise your heads.

ian was shaking off his hand with a blank mask of anger while blake lied on the floor, clutching his nose. blood gushed out through the cracks of his fingers, the red liquid flowing down and hitting the dark flooring of the restaurant.

people around looked frightened; staring at ian in horror, as if he was a monster. it was dramatic really.

a few of blake's coworkers rushed to his aid while ian walked back over to you both. his fist was raw and red, and his knuckles were slightly split open, but it wasn't too bad besides that.

“ holy shit... ” mickey breathed out, eyeing blake's bloody face from over your shoulder as he was stood to his feet. he was wobbly, wincing, trying not to shout as someone bumped him. it looked as if ian broke his nose. “ holy shit. ”

“ ian! ” you hissed, “ what the fuck! ”

ian shrugged, “ he got what was coming to him. he shouldn't hit on what isn't his. ”

you blinked lazily. shoulders slumping, breathing coming out in realization. “ but... I'm yours? ”

mickey scoffed and slipped his arm around your shoulders. “ are you insane? of course your ours, y/n. I wouldn't bite someone's fucking dick off for you if you weren't. ”

ian nodded towards mickey, “ what he said. I wouldn't just punch anyone. the dick deserved it. ”

you were silent for a moment, processing the emotions you felt. even though the gossip around you was annoying, you weren't necessarily mad at your boyfriends. moreso, you were just annoyed because the rest of the date was ruined. sure, you had dinner, but you wanted to do much more.

of course though, you couldn't, because the cops ran through the entrance seconds later.

“ he's over there! ” you saw the hostess point towards your red haired companion. ian swore under his breath, only to turn on his heel and book it in the opposite direction.

“ run, i’! ” you scream, looking worried.

“ fucking run like hell, ian! ” mickey looked worried too, surprisingly. I mean, it was his boyfriend, but usually he wouldn't let his emotions get the best of him cause of his pride. but here we are.

the night ended off with ian getting put into cuffs and walked out to the cop car. You and mickey both promised to bail him out somehow, and that you'd explain everything to his siblings.

“ oh- hey, y/n? ” ian called, just as the officer was shoving him into the vehicle.

“ yeah? ” you call back.

“ I love you! ”

your heart damn near skipped a beat. chest fell as you lost breath, a smile of joy spreading across your face. with happiness now in your heart, you lifted your hand, waving him goodbye.

that's when mickey suddenly pulled you by the arm, ripping a gasp from you, and kissed your temple.

“ I love you too, weasel. ”

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 7

Mickey Milkovich + Wrestling or sparring

Still been studying, thanks to my teacher giving us twice as much work than usual, so this isn’t as long as I would have wanted.

I have no idea what warning to put for Mickey talking and thinking the way he does, but mickey warning I guess??

kinktober 2023 masterlist

Mickey Milkovich wasn’t the type to go down without a fight, it laid deep in his blood to never go down, and if he did, to go down swinging. Even just playfighting always lead to real scuffling or outright fighting resulting in bloody noses or knocked out teeth. Apparently, he had anger issues, and they always seemed to flare right up when someone got him swinging. It was why he found himself in some less than stellar gym in the south side, run by some gay guy and his friends.

Everyone knew about the gym’s main owner, (Y/N), his family had lived in the south side as long as anyone else’s, were mixed up in the same stuff as everyone else, and got into trouble like everyone else. Only difference about this guy was that he was openly gay, and would knock anyone out cold if they tried to target him for it. Mickey had found him at the ends of his fists a couple of times, and had always woken up with the sickest migraines, maybe even concussions, though he had never gone to the hospital about it.

(Y/N) had left the south side for a while, apparently he was off to get an education on a scholarship, but strangely enough he had returned to the shithole that was the south side. No one had recognized him as first. He left as a skinny guy who packed an insanely mean left and right hook, and came back packed in muscle and taller, with a confidence that few saw in gay guys in the south side. His muscles weren’t for show either, as rumors quickly spread that his hits were not only harder but quicker than ever.

Then he had opened up a gym for anyone who wasn’t gonna start trouble, and if you did start trouble, he took care of you real quick and efficiently. He had quirked a brow as Mickey stepped into the gym, but like he never questioned the local gun dealer being there, he wasn’t gonna question a milkovich being there as long as he paid. Mickey went about his business, taking out some of his burning anger on the punching bags, trying to put all the hatred and anger in his soul into those punches.

Mickey almost swung around and knocked (Y/N)s teeth out when the taller guy had placed his hand on Mickeys shoulder. “You’re standing all wrong, you��ll mess up your shoulders” he explained, his strong hands grabbing Mickeys arms and pulling him into the better pose.

Mickey wasn’t gonna ever admit that he felt warmth rise to his cheeks as (Y/N) grabbed him and moved him around, it was just cuz the guy was eyecandy around the south side. Few guys cared about their appearance around this part, so seeing a guy who actually bathed on the regular and walked around in tight tank tops always caught Mickeys attention. If Mickey wasn’t the type to deny himself so much, he might have seen how his appreciating stares were returned.

One night when Mickey showed up to the gym, a time where there were never anyone around but the owner, he had been stewing in anger. The punching bags just didn’t seem to be enough, even as Mickey cursed and made his knuckles bleed. (Y/N) had sauntered up in that tight tank top and a pair of sweats that left little to the imagination and goaded Mickey into a spar in the wrestling part of the gym.

In reality it was just some mats laid on the floor and against the walls, no way a place like this could afford an actually wresting ring, but it was good enough. Good enough for Mickey to charge at the guy, his normal south side approach foiled by (Y/N)s actual talent for fighting. Mickey only grew more and more angry the more he kept losing, even as his muscles ached and burned, even as he found himself pinned over and over against the mats.

Mickey growled at the smile on (Y/N)s lips, the guy had been smiling the entire time, and though he was sweating and breathing harder, it was in no way as much as Mickey himself. Even as Mickeys moves grew sloppy as he felt exhaustion creep up on him, his pride wouldn’t let him just give up or call quits.

(Y/N) must have felt some pity, as he finally let Mickey pin him, Mickey crouched above his head, pinning his shoulders with his legs and holding the taller man’s arms above his head. “Good job Mick, you finally got it” he laughed, looking almost too pleased as Mickey panted above him. “That deserves a reward, right?” he almost purred, and before Mickey could question it, (Y/N) had freed his hands and reached up towards the waistband on Mickeys pants.

Mickey choked on his breath as (Y/N) dragged his pants down, freeing Mickeys half hard length to the heated air of the gym. The sparring must have gotten the blood pumping in Mickeys system, and he shivered. On instinct alone Mickey almost jumped to his feet and spat some homophobic comment, but before he could warm lips wrapped around his tip and sucked him down, a broken gasp slipping from Mickeys lips at the action.

(Y/N)s hands gripped Mickeys hips as he lifted his torso to keep bopping his head, taking Mickey down his throat with skill one only got from repeating an action many times. Mickey gripped onto (Y/N)s hair as he thrust his hips with little to no rhythm, panting from the strain in his muscles and the pleasurable feeling as he grew fully hard, his toes curling in his shoes as he shivered.

Mickey groaned as he spilled down (Y/N)s throat, his muscles finally giving out, and if it wasn’t for (Y/N) catching him, he would have tumbled down onto the mats beneath them. Mickey didn’t even notice the murmured praise leaving the taller man, even as he tucked Mickeys spent length back into his pants or rubbed his sore muscles. Mickey didn’t even fully comprehend that he was pulled into what looked like a back room, or that he was placed on a comfortable sofa, or even that he dozed off.

It seemed that the energy that hadn’t been wrung out of him from the wrestling, had been sucked right out of him by the very man that had goaded him into said fight. (Y/N) gave a snort as he watched Mickey become dead to the world, leaving a water bottle beside him before leaving the office to go disinfect the mats. This might be the south side, but he was at least semi professional and serious about his business’s hygiene.

[silentstyx]

"But Daddy I Love Him!" ~ (lip gallagher x fem!reader's version)

sum! "But Daddy I Love Him!" Taylor swift - The Tortured Poets department.

tw! FACEBOOK... toxic family, mention of having a baby, swearing ig (again its shameless)

uhm this is gonna suck! I have no clue what I'm doing! ok days later n the middle/ending is very sloppy i feel like. idk i kinda dont like it.

"I forget how the west was won, I forget if this was ever fun, I just learned these people only raise you to cage you"

You and Lip were fighting again. You hadn't been getting along as much anymore, you were getting closer to your two year mark too.

No one in your family liked the Gallaghers to begin with, so you couldn't complain to your family (siblings, cousins, whoever). The one who disapproved of your relationship the most though? Your father. Your father hated the relationship you had with Lip. He thought he was going to use you for money, your body, etc. He just knew Gallaghers were usually up to something, so he didn't approve of this relationship as soon as you told him.

Except with how much you and Lip were arguing now, it's hard to remember all the fun you would have. It's like a distant memory that you forget was a dream or not.

"Sarah's and Hannah's in their sunday best, Clutching their pearls, Sighing 'What a mess', I just learned these people try and save you ... cause they hate you"

Your family wasn't just rude to him, you as well. It was a bunch of rich snobs, and if something hadn't gone their way then get rid of it.

They hated you for even being in the vicinity of someone 'lesser' than them. Because god forbid you bring normal people into the wretched family of yours. Your cousins and extended family were known to gossip about others in the family, and right now you were the hot topic.

"too high a horse, for a simple girl to rise above it, they slammed the door on my whole world, the one thing I wanted"

It was an accident. Sort of. With how complicated you and Lip were right now you had changed your relationship status to "it's complicated". Not thinking about how public your page is to your very judgemental family. Lip did the same so he wasn't necessarily mad. All of your cousins, aunts, etc. were messaging you asking what happened, trying to get as much information as they could. It was all fine until your dad texted you.

"Come home."

Oh god. You could feel your stomach doing flips inside of you. You knew what he was going to say. 'You need to break up with this boy if it's to the point you're both telling the entire world how complicated your relationship is right now'. You went over there with the full intent to defend yourself and your boyfriend.

"Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned, Screaming 'But Daddy I Love Him!' I'm having his baby. No, I'm Not, but you should see your faces"

You got to your parents house and your dad started saying the exact things you thought he would.

"If you're sharing your relationship vis-à-vis the internet than I do not think this relationship should go on." Your dad kept repeating this in different wordings time and time again.

"Dad, me and Lip are just arguing like normal couples do. All you do is talk about how I should break up with him and that he is horrible for me." You snap at him, finally.

You continue your rant, "It isn't up to you to decide for me whether my boyfriend is good for me or not. I'm an adult and I can figure my love life out for myself. He has done nothing but be kind to all of you and get on your good side, but all of you are too snobby to understand that!"

You have to take a break to breath.

"I'm having his child. Not now... but eventually." As you said this they're faces were all filled with shock. Some of them had concern written all over there face.

"I'm telling him to floor it through the fences. No, I'm not coming to my senses, I know he's crazy but he's the one I want"

"I know none of you like him, but I see a future with him. But if you never learn to accept none of you will be apart of this future." God, it felt good finally standing up for yourself in front of your family.

Instead of waiting for them you got up and left. Not wanting to here what kind of excuse he's going to make for himself.

"Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid, tendrils tucked into a woven braid, growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all."

Your way back home had you thinking about your childhood and how you grew up. If there so against difference, and all of your other family is, why were you taught different?

It can't be because of school because you went to school with some family that acts the same as them.

Maybe because you had friends that were in south side? They were friends with the private school's principal and they were able to get in free of cost. You would go over to their house sometimes and it wasn't a huge clean house in a nice pretty neighborhood. Maybe that's why you weren't born to be a horrible person and you actually got to learn about people who weren't as lucky as you.

Which also means from a young age you were already more mature than your entire family.

"He was chaos, he was revelry, Bedroom eyes like a remedy."

You got back to the house and saw Lip on the couch. You went inside and sat next to him. At first he didn't say anything to you. Until he couldn't just not speak.

"Where'd you go?" He mutters, not looking at you still.

"Parents." You answer him almost instantly, looking at him.

He nods, knowing what this is about.

"So, they knock some sense in ya? You dumping me?" He rubs his face and the looks at you.

You snicker, "You must know absolutely nothing about me if you think I'm listening to my parents?"

He smiles and chuckled (i'm thinking of the lil breath through the nose laugh that no one knows what to call...) he knew how stubborn you were when it came to your parents.

"Soon enough the elders had convened, down at the city hall, 'stay away from her', the saboteurs protested too much"

Your family had been trying to text you. Some to apologize, some to try to talk out out of being mad, some to get gossip, the others still trying to get you to break up with him.

Your father had compared you to a '"rebelling teenager" because of how you're acting? You and Lip had stopped arguing for now.

Every time they reached out to him to talk to you through him, he would tell them to stop, "leave her alone", or block them. He was sick of how they treated you and him too.

Almost all of your family was blocked now, because they all decided to text you. The only people you couldn't bring yourself to block were your parents. Even though they were the ones laying it on the strongest. Your mom kept apologising but your dad was saying the same things as before.

"Lord knows the words we never heard, Just screeching tires and true love"

God this whole situation felt like a movie or a taylor swift song. It was ridiculous. Everyone's actions were childish and obnoxious.

You and Lip haven't been arguing in a while, because your attention was on other things at the moment. You two had actually been more romantic. You both have put your status back to normal. Yet, nothing in your life was back to normal.

"I'll tell you something right now, I'd rather burn my whole life down, Than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning"

This had been going on for over a month now. It was just annoying and obnoxious now. Lip knew you defended him and this is why this is still going on. No doubt about this. Except now he was having to deal with you being: bitchy, exhausted, or just annoyed.

It was affecting him now, and he was starting to get pissed.

"I'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace, I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empaths clothing"

"Your parents have been talking to Frank about us. Frank was asking me about you." Lip said through gritted teeth and a scowl, he had been walking inside while I said that.

You roll your eyes and respond in an almost whiny voice, "Please tell me your joking. They have gone way too far with this. First they tell my entire family and now they start on yours?"

"God save the judgemental creeps, Who say they want what's best for me, Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see"

The texts were all the same from your mom and dad.

"We just want what's best for you, and he isn't it!" They would say. Over. And over.

It was so repetitive, you had to block them. Not everywhere just where they would text you the most.

"Thinking it can change the beat of my heart when he touches me, And counteract chemistry, And undo the destiny"

I swear if you never had met him, which your not upset about meeting him, your parents wouldn't complain to you all the time. But oh well. There's a very real possibility they would have done this with anyone who you ended up with, seeing as how everyone they would try and set you up with was not your type.

Since this has been happening, your family would always have witty remarks like: "I'll keep you in my prayers" or "I'm thinking of you"

"You ain't gotta pray for me, Me and my wild boy, and all this wild joy."

When were they going to realize that he made you happy. You liked loved being with him. He was your wild boy. Yours. For no one to take.

"If all you want is gray for me, Then it's just white noise, And it's my choice"

Being with him wasn't there choice to make, it was yours. You just had to blur out all the background noise that meant nothing to you.

"There's a lot of people in town that I, Bestow upon my fakest smiles, Scandal does funny things to pride, But brings lovers closer"

Instead of biting back, you played nice. They would would say something rude and you would respond with a smile. All of the fighting only made you and Lip begin to grow closer to each other.

Their bickering with you about him, was backfiring. Big time.

Your parents saw this. They then saw how you looked at eachother. Realised you went to war for each other. Defending each other to your parents. It made them think a little longer.

"We came back when the heat died down, Went to my parents and they came around, All the wine moms are still holding out, But Fuck 'em, it's over"

Your parents had asked you over again. There wasn't anymore fighting online for a couple of weeks now, but you still went over there with the full intent of defending yourselves.

When they started apologising though you were skeptical at first until you saw the genuine look. They meant the apology. They didn't just apologise for what they said, but the actions they had on social media, how they brought the family into it.

"I was being a hypocrite," Your father had explained, "You were talking about your issues on the internet and then I went and did the same things to the both of you, as well as involving other people when it was unnecessary. I sincerely apologise."

Lip had a subtle smirk on his face, only you and his family could recognise.

You both had thanked him for apologizing, none of your other family had apologized though.

"Now I'm dancing in my dress in the sun and, Even my daddy just loves him, I'm his lady, and oh my God, You should see your faces"

Your parents were now very fond of Lip, praising him consistently. Your mother called him handsome. Your father realised how bright he was. Most of all they realised how good the two of you were for each other and how much he loves you.

"No you can't come to the wedding, I know he's crazy but he's the one I want"

You were at your family's annual gathering when one of your cousins came over to the two of you, "So when's your wedding?"

You laughed, "If and when it happens it will solely be immediate family and some friends that will be invited. The ones who actually care about us, ya know?"

[noellawrites]

What do you think Yandere dark!Lip would do if reader tried leaving him and taking their child? Like maybe she’s tired of the south side and his yandere tendencies and leaves while he’s asleep or working?

oh yeah Lip is NOT going to like that.

he’s going to assemble his siblings and some weapons and find you, wherever you’ve gone. he keeps tabs on you, so you couldn’t have gotten far.

he’s going to get a bottle of alcohol and punch a hole in the wall before going to find you, though.

and once he does, you’re going to be locked up for the near future. he won’t let you take his kid from him again, and you’re going to be punished.

[multi-fandom-rando]

aww

𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐀����𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

When you woke up on your bed that once belonged to another (biological) Gallagher, you didn't expect to see a seemingly random woman in the kitchen. You didn't get to fully step off of the stairs before you hurried off to Fiona's room, wanting to alert her of this woman. "Fiona! Fiona, there's someone in the kitchen!" You whispered through your teeth and gently shook her. Your older sister groggily woke up, took off her fuck off sleeping mask and asked you to repeat what had just come out of your mouth, and when you did, her tired eyes widened.

She didn't even bother waking the others because they may as well do it themselves by the screaming match they'd hear. Fiona immediately recognized the woman that took her place next to Frank. "Monica, the fuck are you doing here again?" "Sweetheart! Oh, your father needed me, he told me you also needed me." You didn't recognize the woman as their mother immediately because you weren't quite used to the family, much less their history.

When their argument slightly calmed you took the chance to ask a purely innocent question. "We don't like her, do we?" Fiona turned to you with a slight smile and out her arm around your shoulder, "No, no we don't. You starting to hate her by just hearing her talk, huh?" "Well, from what I heard during the argument, she abandoned all of you, so yes, that and her voice." Fiona's smile had widened and she leaned her head on your shoulder. The two of you stayed silent as you sat on the wooden stairs in front of the home.

[0-n-1-x]

WBC!Carl Gallagher x Rich/Northside!reader

link to my masterlist <33

Your private school requires you to do community service, and you’re assigned to help out at a youth center in the Southside. It’s far from your usual environment, and you feel a bit out of place, but you’re determined to make the best of it. You could've gone to the pet center, like the other girls your age, but you desperately needed to get out of suburbia. Carl, who occasionally visits the center for free meals or to hang out, notices you the moment you walk in. You’re clearly not from around here, and he’s instantly curious about why someone like you would be spending time in his hood. At first, Carl’s interactions with you are laced with sarcasm and teasing. He pokes fun at your clean-cut appearance and the way you seem so out of your element, but there’s no real malice behind his words— mostly curiosity. I mean remember this is still Carl, just in the body of a wanna-be gangster

You actually responded to his quips just as quickly as he spoke them, but you also spoke with interest, most of it in your appearance

I'd believe that you aren't full a nepo baby, I like to headcanon that you'd be half or part southside, having spent time there young and maybe one of your parents married rich and such

But you do know how to make your words somewhat powerful, and that intrigues Carl, in a different way than trying to scam the other kids

You’re organizing supplies in the back room of the community center, stacking boxes of canned goods for the food drive. It’s your second day volunteering here, and you’re still getting used to the place. The door creaks open, and you glance up to see the same boy from yesterday leaning against the frame, watching you with an amused smirk. “You lost or something? This isn’t exactly the country club.” he says. Crossing his arms, he saunters into the room, eyes glinting with curiosity. Without missing a beat, you straighten up, brushing the dust off your hands before replying

“I could say the same thing. You don’t look like you’re here to volunteer.”

“Nah, just checking out the new blood. It’s not every day we get someone like you around here. You sure you can handle it? This place can get a little rough.”

“I’m tougher than I look. Besides, I’m not here to play it safe.”

“Is that right? Most people like you wouldn’t last a day down here. You must really be slumming it to end up in this part of town.”

“Real, huh? Well, you definitely found it. But be careful—get too close, and this place might suck you in.”

“Maybe I’m counting on it. I like a challenge, I guess I’ll just have to see for myself.”

He grins, finally extending a hand "Gallagher, Carl Gallagher" You reach for his hand, “Nice to meet you, Carl. Now, are you gonna help me with these boxes, or just stand there and look all pretty?”

After a few days of volunteering, (its mostly you guys talking) he invites you out with him on a 'tour'. You visit The Alibi, his corner, and he ends the trip by taking you to his house

The Gallagher house, if you could call it that, was way different than yours. Not just in size, but in functionality, you hear 3 different people screaming talking and a baby crying with loud video games noises in the background. Luckily, when Carl takes you to the basement which of course resembles what you identify as a 'mancave' there's no one there and its mostly silent

"So.. nice family uh- ya got there?" you joke, slightly uncomfortable in the bean bag he sits you on, the pleats of your plaid skirt ruffling up and you don't miss the way his eye flicker down and the way his cheeks blush peach "Um, y-yeah, it's not always like that but it usually is"

For Carl: it's weird that he's drawn to you, southside kids are literally raised to the 'eat the rich' mindset. Especially Gallaghers, but he couldn't help but want to spill everything he knows and even what he doesn't to you. So he does, he tells you about juvie, about the dysfunctionality of Gallaghers and their shit, fuck he even tells you about Monica

You guys talk for what comes across as hours. Part of him is scared that he opened up to quickly, but surprisingly you listen, without judgement. You even mention how you find some of his life similar to yours. The feelings of being ignored, or in your case paid to go away (which Carl finds not too bad).

As you speak, he moves from his beanbag chair to yours, inching and inching closer together you eventually are a breaths away from one another. You halt your speech, all your well thought out analogies fading away as you both look between the other's eyes and lips.

Carl speaks, "is it crazy.. that I find it really hot when you talk about being rich?" you pause, a sly smile reaching upon your face as you answer "no.. is it crazy that i find it really hot when you talk about being poor?"

More silence fills the room, then Carl brings his eyes straight down to your lips. "No" he whispers, as light as humanly possible

And that's when it happens. you lean in, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the rough-and-tumble image he usually projects. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch. The kiss starting out rushed, messy, and all over the place. But it's not lustful, more childish if anything and you both have no idea what you're doing.

His hand hesitantly moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. You respond in kind, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him even closer

When you finally pull back after what feels like forever, you’re both breathless, panting as your bodies gasp for air. Carl’s thumb gently returns and strokes your cheek, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. But all he finds is a soft smile and the lingering warmth of the kiss you just shared.

“Damn,” he mutters, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he leans back slightly, still keeping you close. “You’ve got me all messed up, you know that?" you respond

Then it hits you, that was your first kiss

and it was with Carl fucking Gallagher

[junabyclairo]

inbox is empty u say ... im thinking about lip and a gf who is a SLEEPER. "where's y/n, i thought she was here?" asleep. she's dead asleep curled up in lip's bed with his pillows bc he's at work, and she was, well. sleepy!

maybe a blurb of this? <33 love your writings

this is so me, i am a napper. in high school i would come home from school and go to sleep and take a five hour nap it was so bad.

"hey, where's your girl? thought she was comin' over today." ian said, excited that you had come over.

"hm? she's sleepin' upstairs. she was asleep when i got back from work." lip was also happy you were coming over, but he knew much better than to wake you up from a nap, he's learned since previous times.

"she's sleeping again? jesus- how much do you think she sleeps in a day?"

"dunno, she sleeps through the night so, doesn't really matter."

"you gonna wake her up?" "fuck no, last time she looked like she was going to murder me after i woke her up, i learned my lesson," he looked up towards the stairs, "might go sleep with her though, a nap sounds nice." he went up the stairs and crawled into his bed where you were very peacefully sleeping, cuddled up with his pillow.

[cloudy-em]

Hey, hey, hey, how about Lip BEGGING a super shy and inexperienced reader to ride his face?

Like he would totally begging her

he would!! ugh lip loves giving oral

18+

MDNI

"C'mon, babe, please?" Lip whines, his dick straining against the confines of his jeans.

"But what if I hurt you?" Concern is written all over your features, brows furrowed and bottom lip jutting out. Lip runs his thumb over it, his fingers curling gently around your jaw.

"You won't hurt me, kid. Please? I'll make you feel so good," his voice is comforting, and his eyes staring into yours are reassuring. You consider it for a minute before replying.

"Okay, Lip, I'll um, I'll ride your face."

He's unable to contain himself, excitedly helping you strip and laying back on the bed, holding your hand.

"Alright, baby, just hover over my mouth and put your hands up there so you can balance," Lip instructs, gesturing to the headboard. You follow his instructions, taking a deep breath. He smacks your ass gently.

"Come closer babe, I can't reach you." You do as you're told, and before anything can register, Lip's hands are gripping your hips, pulling you towards his face and helping you to ride his face.

He pulls your hips forward slowly, and the gentle drag of your clit from his chin to the tip of his nose is delicious.

"Lip," you whine, worries about him melting away as his tongue darts out to lick around you.

You're grinding against him, his rough hands helping you steady yourself. You remove your hands from the headboard and your fingers are tangling in his curls, trying to pull him impossibly closer. His eyes are closed, tongue laying out flat for you to use like Lip's face is your own personal toy. Your pussy is absolutely gushing and your juices are flooding down his chin. Lip loves the feeling; loves to know just how good he makes you feel.

"Fuck, Lip, I'm gonna cum!" You tell him, and his hands guide you impossibly faster against his mouth. Your orgasm washes over you, cunt soaking. Your thighs are shaking slightly and you go to remove yourself from Lip's face, but his hands keep you in place.

"Gotta clean you up, babe," he mumbles, drunk on your pussy. He's holding you in places, every lick he gives you causing your hips to jut in overstimulation.

It was gonna be a long night.

[bumblesimagines]

Ride or Die, Remember?

Part 2

Request: Yes or No

Summary: Despite what happened between Karen and Frank, Lip can't let her go and (Y/N) begins growing tired of it. Another Gallagher sees an opportunity.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

TW/CW: Mentions of teen-adult relationships (Kash-Ian, Karen-Jody), typical Shameless warnings, brothers best friend trope, some sexual content dontlookatme, minor violence at the end

Plot was too juicy to abandon

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What was it about Karen fucking Jackson that had every guy losing their mind over her?

(Y/N) hardly understood why Lip tripped over himself chasing after a girl who looked like half the rest of the city's population. There were petite, skinny, blonde girls with raging daddy issues everywhere, and yet all he ever spoke about was her. Karen this, Karen that, Karen, Karen, Karen. He missed the old days before she sprung up in their lives, the days when they'd make a quick buck off struggling students and hang out with people apart from the whiny blonde.

Exhaling smoke from his lungs, he pressed the cigarette into the wooden railing of the porch and flicked it in a random direction, the distant sound of honking mixed with the muffled sound of children inside the house filling the air. He checked his phone for the sixth time and still found no new message from Lip. He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and pushed himself off the railing, considering finding something better to do than standing around like a fool waiting for him. 

"Hey, (Y/N)," Ian's voice greeted him, sweat dripping off his pale face from the sweltering heat of summer. Parts of his shirt had darkened in color from the sweat accumulated across his body, and (Y/N) had long discarded his own in favor of not walking around stinking like shit. Ian's eyes jumped down from (Y/N)'s face to not-so-subtly eye him before he mustered a polite smile. "Waiting for Lip?"

"Apparently." (Y/N) huffed. "He called and when I got here all I found was Debs with like forty kids and Fiona sleeping upstairs."

"You, uh... wanna wait in the pool? It's better than waiting inside with the kids or out here in the heat." Ian offered with a tilt of his head, his smile widening when (Y/N) nodded. Lounging around in water certainly sounded more appealing than melting on a porch waiting for Lip to show up. 

Ian opened the front door and they stepped inside, maneuvering around the playing children while Debbie and Ethel tried keeping everyone in check. Ian shed his soaked shirt and tossed it aside into the laundry basket by the washing machine, briefly poking his head into the bathroom by the second staircase to grab two towels before he led (Y/N) outside into the backyard. (Y/N) slipped his shorts off, kicking off his shoes and socks as Ian did similarly. 

The water had long been warmed by the sun but it still felt heavenly against his heated skin. Ian laughed at the sigh of relief that left him and hopped into the pool, the splash from his body colliding with the surface spraying over (Y/N). Ian resurfaced and grinned at him mischievously, wiggling his brows in a silent challenge. Arching one of his own, (Y/N) snatched one of the pool noodles floating about and snickered when Ian hurriedly paddled away to get the other one. 

It felt nice being able to act like a child instead of having to scramble around pickpocketing or fighting to stay alive. It also felt nice to have someone to be a kid with instead of being dragged around by a pussy-whipped genius who only ever spoke or cared about one single topic. Splashing around and beating each other up with foam toys made (Y/N) reconsider if perhaps he'd chosen the wrong Gallagher to befriend. 

Dipping one end of his pool noodle into the water, Ian waited a moment before he lifted it and pointed the end at (Y/N), pressing his lips to the other end and blowing into it to spurt water at him. (Y/N) turned away with a laugh and felt the water land along his back, his arm making a sweeping motion along the surface of the rocking water to return the gesture.

Immediately, another water fight began but it ended just as quickly when Ian grabbed his wrist and held them, a wide grin toying at his lips. 

"Looks like all that wannabe soldier shit paid off." (Y/N) said as he wiggled his hands free from Ian's hold. West Point, or so he'd heard, was Ian's goal for the summer. Lip whined about it whenever Karen miraculously wasn't on his mind. 

Ian's eyes lit up and he raised his arm out of the water to flex his developing bicep, droplets of water dripping off the muscle. "You think so?" He asked, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"Yeah," (Y/N) snorted and smacked the back of his hand against Ian's stomach. "You've got abs now, kid. Congrats."

"Can't call me kid if you're only a year older, (Y/N)," Ian told him, dropping his arm back into the water and moving closer to press against the pool's wall. He placed his arms along the top and hooked his chin over one to watch him with those dark green eyes. The sun lightened them enough for (Y/N) to spot the way his pupils dilated the longer he stared at him. 

"Whatever, Carrot Top." (Y/N) tore his gaze away from the ginger and focused on the rippling water. "Are you seriously going to apply? If you do Lip's probably going to end up going with you. He's worried about you. He thinks you're going to get yourself killed and shipped back in a coffin."

"Is that what you think, too?" Ian questioned quietly, a hint of disappointment in his tone. Lip had no doubt made his opinion of West Point and being a soldier loud and clear to his brother, likely numerous times. Lip never gained the ability to take a hint. 

"I don't think about you as much as you think about me." (Y/N) flashed him a grin and chuckled when Ian scoffed at his words, his pale cheeks undeniably burning hot. He looked away from him for a moment and then something sparked in his eyes. 

"I bet after today you'll think about me more often." Ian cooed, slipping one arm back into the water and reaching out to trace his fingertip over the waistband of (Y/N)'s briefs. A chill jolted down (Y/N)'s spine and he pushed Ian's hand away with an eye roll, some heat rushing to his face. "If you've known I liked you, why haven't you ever done anything about it?" Ian asked, shuffling closer.

"Because until a few months ago you had the face of a twelve-year-old. All cheeks and big eyes." (Y/N) grinned and pinched Ian's cheek, chuckling when he swatted at his hand and gave a soft huff. "Besides, you're Lip's brother, and the siblings of friends are always off-limits. Too much drama. It's not worth fighting or arguing over a quick fuck." 

"I could be more than that," Ian argued softly.

(Y/N) hummed forcibly, feeling his body tense and heart squeeze in a less-than-comfortable way. The heat flooding his face and neck felt unbearable and every part of him wanted to snap at Ian to replace the feelings bubbling inside with something familiar. He glanced at the blazing sun over his shoulder, noticing the blue in the sky beginning to turn orange.

"I should get going. I'm not going to sit around waiting for Lip forever." (Y/N) forced out and propelled himself toward the ladder, quickly climbing out and grabbing one of the towels. 

"Hey, wait, you can- you can stay for dinner if you want? You should take a shower, too. Nobody should be using it right now." Lip sputtered out, following him out of the pool and hopping down onto the grass beneath. He took the second towel and wrapped it around his shoulders, his brows slightly knitting. 

"Fine, I'll take a shower but I don't want to hear shit about the water bill." (Y/N) said and retrieved the clothes on the ground, following Ian back inside where Debbie, Ethel, and Fiona were cleaning up the mess left behind by the children they babysat.

Fiona greeted him with a sweet smile and friendly shoulder squeeze before she returned to the living room and continued cleaning. They took the stairs by the kitchen and Ian checked the bathroom, giving a small nod. (Y/N) muttered a small 'thanks' and stepped inside, setting his clothes aside and turning the shower on. Before he could close the door, Ian pressed his hand against it. 

"We, uh... we could save water by showering together, you know. It's a tight squeeze but we could make it work. It'd help with the bill, too." Ian's face reddened, almost matching the shade of his hair. (Y/N) blinked at him, unable to resist the amused smile from appearing on his face. He snorted and brought a hand to his face, rubbing the bridge of his nose and tilting his body so Ian could step inside the bathroom. 

Ian's features comically brightened and he eagerly slipped inside, shutting the door behind him and letting out an airy, almost surprised laugh. (Y/N) rolled his soaked briefs off himself and tossed them aside, one hand reaching into the shower to feel the warmth of the water before he stepped inside, a sprinkle of smugness slipping through his veins when Ian's eyes tracked him. 

The water felt nice against his cool skin and he dipped his head under the running water, feeling the water trickle down his face and chest. He almost flinched when the soap bar was pressed against his back, a gentle hand rubbing the soap against his skin and helping rinse it off with water.

(Y/N) smiled to himself and stepped forward slightly, turning around and tugging Ian under the water. He raised his hands to the short soft hair on his head and trekked his fingers through it, thoroughly washing his hair with a small grin. 

"It's nice, right?" Ian asked, stepping back and wiping water off his face. His soapy hands reached down, rubbing along (Y/N)'s sides before his fingers dug into the muscles of his hips. (Y/N) arched a brow, managing to keep his attention focused on Ian's face despite the temptation to glance downward. 

"What is?"

"Being taken care of," Ian answered, pulling him forward with ease and pressing his lips into the side of (Y/N)'s neck when their chests pressed together. (Y/N)'s fingers curled around whatever hair he could grasp, a soft sigh leaving him followed by a small chuckle. He felt Ian's arms coil around him, pressing him as close as possible and making both their breaths hitch briefly. 

"Ian." (Y/N) murmured warningly, his free hand grabbing the ginger's shoulder and pushing on it weakly. "Lip will be pissed-"

"I don't care." Ian exhaled against his neck, pressing his lips against it again and suckling a light marking on it that made (Y/N) shudder and Ian grin. He trailed quick yet sweet kisses up his neck and jawline until he reached (Y/N)'s lips, lingering over them briefly before kissing him with need. (Y/N) let out a muffled grunt, unused to the feeling of being wanted outside of drunken hookups at parties, but he savored it. Ian knew how to keep a secret, anyway.

There was a mutual giddiness to it; kissing under the shower, touching new uncharted territory, whining and grunting in each other's mouths when one of them grounded their hips together. Ian gave in first, pulling away from (Y/N) with almost swollen lips and a trail of saliva connecting them. (Y/N) gaped at him when Ian lowered himself down onto the floor of the tub, the spray of the water mostly blocked by (Y/N)'s body. A rush of heat shot down to his lower belly and he felt himself flush again, his hand continuing to grip Ian's hair while the other planted itself against the cold tile wall. 

Ian's hands roamed his thighs, the water slipping between his fingers as he squeezed whatever fat and muscle he could. He brushed his lips teasingly over his skin, leaving gentle nips behind that had goosebumps rising along his body.

A sharp curse left (Y/N) when Ian's soft lips wrapped around him, pleasure shooting up his spine and spreading through his veins like a wildfire threatening to consume his mind. Ian's eyes jumped up to his face, big and wide and full of mischief and desire. (Y/N) could hardly look at him, unusual for a guy used to things like hookups, but everything felt different with Ian. Too personal. Too emotional. 

Part of (Y/N) wanted to reel away, to push Ian away despite the fact his hand pushed against the back of Ian's head and drew him closer. Ian's grip on his thighs tightened, his cheeks burning once again with a fiery red and eyes slowly turning glassy with tears. (Y/N) breathlessly chuckled at the sight and Ian's eyes narrowed, his tongue suddenly pressing flat against him and making (Y/N) curse again.

It was odd, (Y/N) had to admit, having Ian before him in such a state when he spent so much of his alone time with Lip lightheartedly poking fun at the boy's crush. 

"How-" (Y/N) swallowed roughly when Ian drew his head back, only to move forward again faster than last time. "How many times have you dreamt about this, huh?" 

Ian dug his fingertips into his skin hard enough to leave indents from his blunt nails in response before his hands continued exploring, squeezing and digging into everything they could find. Soft panting, cursing, and the occasional sound of gagging filled the small bathroom, mixing in with the sound of water; soft enough for the house to remain unaware but loud enough for Fiona to grab the door handle then jerk her hand back as if it'd burned her when the noise reached her ears. 

It didn't take a while for (Y/N) to fall apart, his legs trembling slightly and his hand tearing itself from Ian's head to slam against the wall before he could topple over. Ian took him as well as he could, nose brushing against the fuzzy hairs growing at the base and eyes crinkled with pride and delight.

He remained there until satisfied and drew back fully, grinning widely at the string connecting his lips to (Y/N)'s most intimate body part. His tongue swiped over his lips and he used the edge of the tub to stand back up on wobbly legs, his knees red from his time kneeling. 

"Jesus, Ian," (Y/N) murmured, watching Ian swallow happily before his mouth parted to catch the spraying water, using it to rinse his mouth. He tilted his head away and spat it back out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and leaning in to kiss him again. (Y/N) weakly returned it, one hand removing itself from the wall to grab Ian's hip. 

His hazy mind slowly cleared, air properly returning to his lungs and allowing him to steady himself. Ian watched his face with a wide smile, one that disappeared when the hand on his hip cupped him. Ian's head dropped onto (Y/N)'s shoulder, his hips stuttering when fingers wrapped around him.

"Asshole," Ian hissed when (Y/N) gave him a teasing, experimental squeeze. 

"Don't bite the hand that feeds." (Y/N) breathed in his ear and felt Ian twitch at his words, his whole body shuddering. 

Ian clamped his teeth lightly on (Y/N)'s shoulder, his hands fumbling around the older teen's body desperate to find something to hold onto when (Y/N)'s hand slowly moved. He hardly had any of Ian's kindness; slowly taking his time and watching Ian easily crumble. Ian was surprisingly well-endowed, though he supposed the whole skinny guy joke held some truth to it. Ian's teeth dug harder into his skin when the pace quickened, his hips bucking along with the movements and a trickle of saliva escaping the corner of his mouth.

"Easy, Ian." (Y/N) cooed as Ian practically humped his hand, slowing down his pace and arching his brows at him.

"God, you're a dick." The ginger whined, finally releasing (Y/N)'s shoulder and instead burying his face into his neck, lips mouthing different curses as more whines and sighs escaped him. Once Ian's desperation subsided, (Y/N) returned to the quick pace abruptly and slung his other arm around Ian's waist to keep him from actually crumbling onto the tub. Whether Ian was sensitive to touch or simply sensitive to his touch, (Y/N) enjoyed watching him turn into a breathy, almost blabbering mess.

Ian pulled away from his neck to slam their lips together, teeth nearly clacking together from the force. He let a low, whiny-ish groan against him, his release coating (Y/N)'s thigh and slowly washing away with the water sliding down his body. (Y/N) laughed breathlessly and kept an arm around Ian until he grew steady again before he properly washed himself off and stepped out of the tub.

Tying the towel around his hips, he grabbed his clothes and stepped out of the bathroom, making brief eye contact with an amused Fiona down the hall before turning and entering the boys' shared bedroom. He rummaged through the underwear drawer until he found one of his old pairs and slipped them on, followed by his shorts and the shirt he'd previously tossed aside when he'd first arrived.

Ian slipped inside a moment later, drying himself off before sorting through his clothes and throwing them on while (Y/N) collapsed on his warm bed. 

"We should hang out more often." Ian said with a grin, plopping down on the mattress beside him and leaning down to kiss him. "Especially without Lip." 

As if on cue, the sound of the front door slamming shut echoed through the house. "(Y/N)? You here? I got caught up with somethin', I swear." Lip called out into the house, his voice also echoing and bouncing off the walls. 

"Speaking of," (Y/N) sighed heavily and peeled himself from the bed, throwing the bedroom door open and making a sharp turn down the staircase into the kitchen.

Ian followed him, taking a sandwich Carl went to bite into and giving his little brother a grin right as he shoved half of it into his mouth and offered it back. (Y/N) snorted at the interaction and shook his head, peering into the living room to find the teen waiting by the first staircase. 

"Yo!" Lip greeted without a speck of guilt on his face. It grinded (Y/N)'s gears. "I was thinkin' we should run a background check on Jody to see if any sketchy shit pops up. You know a guy who can do that, right? Anything we find, we show to Karen. He's got to have a couple arrests, maybe we'll get lucky with a restraining order- why are you looking at me like that?"

"'Cause I'm fucking exhausted of your bullshit, Lip." (Y/N) scoffed, shoving past Lip and slamming their shoulders together hard enough for Lip to stagger backward. Lip shot Ian a bewildered look and the two Gallaghers scrambled outside after him. 

"What- What are you talking about? Listen, I know I'm a little late but I'll make it up to you, I promise, alright? I just need this favor, okay?" Lip's words only made his eyes roll, his jaw ticking and teeth grinding together. Lip grabbed his arm and stepped in front of him before he could fully leave the front yard, holding onto the sleeve of his shirt. He stared at him, his chest slightly heaving before his jaw clenched. Ever the short fuse. They were birds of a feather, the both of 'em. "Why can't you do this one thing for me, (Y/N)? Is it because of Karen? Because I'm in love with her and not you?"

(Y/N) nearly went jaw-slacked at his words, brows raising and eyes slightly widening. He could only stare at him in silence, the sneer he'd said it with feeling like a stab to the gut. It seemed as if all at once, the love, care, and awe he'd once held for the teen since the third day of first grade evaporated, replaced with bitterness and hurt. His brows dropped back into place and his head leaned back, a hum escaping his throat. 

"Is that what it is? You're pissed I'll never like you like that? That- what? I'll never be the Kash to your Ian? I love Karen. It will always be Karen, and the second you get that through your fucking skull, shit will go back to normal." Lip released him roughly, regret seeping into his vibrant eyes already, but pride never allowed him to apologize, not to anyone. 

"You..." (Y/N) laughed, and it felt as if a fog had lifted and the rose-tinted glasses had slipped off. "You are pathetic, Lip. Jesus Christ, you're a fucking loser. How come I never realized that shit? You're just a pussy whipped dickhead who acts like a dog in heat whenever Karen's around. I mean, shit. That's... that's so fucking depressing. You follow her around like a little kicked puppy, lapping up whatever seconds the guys at school and Jody leave for you. You're Karen's little bitch and you don't even realize it." 

Lip's eyes lit ablaze. "And what the fuck does that make you, huh? Everyone already knows you're my bi-"

Before the words could leave his mouth, (Y/N)'s fist connected with his cheekbone, and he fell to the pavement with a groan. (Y/N)'s instincts told him to kick him next, to kick his stomach, his groin, his face. His genes begged for violence, urged him to get the job done by breaking a bone or leaving him bloody; and despite every part of him wanting to do so, he swallowed down the rage as best he could. He took a deep inhale and slammed his foot into Lip's side, the force pushing Lip back onto the grass and out of his way. It'd certainly leave a nasty bruise.

"Go fuck yourself, Phillip. You want to chase after some ran-through bitch for the rest of your life, be my guest. I don't need you fucking up my year and making me look like I give a shit about some pathetic little boy toy." (Y/N) spat down at him and stepped out onto the sidewalk.

"I'll see you around?" He stopped at the sound of Ian's voice, tilting his head over his shoulder to look at him as he crouched down by Lip's withering body. Lip coughed and clutched his side, his brows furrowing and eyes flickering between the two. (Y/N) felt a fluttery feeling develop in his stomach. 

"Yeah," He grinned. "Definitely."

[thebearer]

How does lip respond to like a softer reader and he’s being his normal dick self one day when she brings him lunch at work or school and she’s just like 🥺 why are you being so mean to me when I’m just here to support you?

i feel like he'd do it out of pure just asshole almost defensiveness. you bring it to him while he's at work, and all the other guys are giving him so much shit about it. like they're just being assholes and he's used to it, knows they're just fucking with him, but it irritates him to no end.

"i brought you lunch!" you're all cheery and excited, it's in a brown paper bag- lip insists- but you always draw his name with a little heart. maybe stick a note inside telling him to have a good day and you loved him. secretly, he loves it. makes his heart soar. but he can't let the guys see that- let them think he was a softy.

"yeah, i fuckin' see that." lip huffs, pulling you by your elbow lightly to the break room, ignoring the snickers of the other men as he did. "i told you to just text me when you got here."

"i did, lip." you pout. you felt like you'd done something... wrong? like lip was angry at you. you'd just brought him the lunch he always forgot. "you didn't reply so i just-"

"-you just brought it in? couldn't wait?"

"why are you- why does that even matter?" you could feel your pitch rise in that shrill, the one that meant you we teetering on a fight.

lip cringed at the sound, hovering over you so the guys couldn't see your upset expression. "you know they're gonna bust my fuckin' balls when you do shit like this. they're-they're gonna fuck with me all day about this."

"about me bringing you your lunch?" your throat burned with an all too familiar heat that meant you were close to crying- to spilling right over.

lip could see it, see it in your eyes, in the wobble of your lips. he sucked in a breath, nerves shot and itching for a cigarette desperately. "baby," though the endearment was spoken with more of a grit to it than the normal coo. "i told you to text me and i'd come to the car-"

"-why are you mad at me right now?" you squeaked, voice bubbling up with a cry. "i just brought you your lunch, lip." then the tears come. the big tears that flood your water line before rolling down your cheeks, always making lip's heart break- even more so now because he was the asshole who made you cry.

lip shuttles you to the car, wrapped in his arm, hoping the guys wouldn't see you. wouldn't see the way he cooed at you, hushed gentle apologies and kisses on wet cheeks, sharing his sandwich with you sweetly.

[skxllz]

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male! reader introduces ian and mickey to the gayness goodness of iced coffee.

a jug of the cold beverage pulled from the fridge and sat on the counter, along with whipping cream, flavored creamer, sugar and chipped ice. you make quick work at blending each beverage — and then top it all off with a spin-top of whipped cream at the surface.

plunking a straw into the cups, before picking each glass up with little difficulty and shuffling to the living room of your apartment where the two males are spotted wrestling on the couch.

ian has mickey in a head lock, a smug look upon his handsome face, “ y’gonna apologize or what? ”

“ no! ” mickey huffed, trying to push the ginger's arms away — but to no avail. “ fuck off, gallagher! get off’a me! ”

you stand there for a minute and admire the little innocent, happy moment the two share. it isn't often mickey or ian catch a break, with the way the two's lives have always been — mickey either winding up in the can again, have something goin’ on with his family or even some shitty occurrence going on in ian's life like every other day. the two deserved to smile and laugh with one another... and you, who dropped into their lives just a year ago, wanted to make sure it happened.

so far, these past couple’a weeks, you've been doing a pretty good job at it.

“ hey, idiots- ” your presence gracing the living room caused both males to look up; ian being distracted, so mickey finally frees himself from his hold. the brunette shoots him a glare, but ian pays no mind to it - instead, wonders what exactly is in your arms.

“ what's that? ” ian nods at the drinks you're holding, watching as you cross the room to set them on the coffee table.

you hummed, “ iced coffee, ” before plopping down a good distance away from the two.

mickey's brow furrowed a good bit as he took note of that, but you didn't say anything. “ the fuck is iced coffee? ” he questions, looking between you and ian with his famous ‘ what the actual fuck ’ expression.

ian rolls his eyes. “ it's obviously coffee with ice in it. ”

“ and whipping cream, ” you add, smiling proudly. ian chuckles at that, seeming to find your beam of proudness cute. “ plus- the coffee itself is store bought in a jug. I didn't make it. ”

mickey's busy eyeing the drink, looking as if he was expecting it to jump out at him. then, he switches his eyes onto ian; giving him a small nudge. “ you try that shit first. I'm not dyin’.

“ why the hell would you die? ”

“ what if he's tryin’ ta’ fuckin’ poison us, huh? ”

ian gave mickey a deadpanned stare, absolutely done with his shit. although you didn't know whether he was joking or not, you still tried not to laugh — milkovich sure could be an ass sometimes.

ian sighs, turning to wrap his fingers around the cup. “ he's not going to poison us, mick. ” but, even though ian said that with confidence, he still sniffed the iced coffee once he brought it upwards.

as if he could smell anything, though.

.. but then again, he was an emt before. for all you knew —if you were going to poison them— there could be some type of technique behind it to sniff out drugs. like a damn blood hound or something.

oh well, not like there was drugs in there anyway.

slowly, after bringing the rim of the glass to his lips, ian took a sip. his brows pinched together and he hummed, smacking his lips together as he swallowed; pulling the cup back from his mouth. “ it's... ”

“ it's what? ” mickey looked ready to slap ian for being so vague with his dramatic pause. “ fucking what? spit it the fuck out. ”

“ good, ” the ginger grinned, taking another drink. that left mickey to look at him bug-eyed — before his gaze was turned to you.

then the drink.

... and he was snatching the cup up, taking his own sip out of curiosity.

“ the hell? ” mickey mumbled into the surface of the liquid, causing bubbles to arise; his brows were knitted again. whipped cream was sticking to his upper lip, making both you and ian grin.

“ you like it? ” you question, eager to hear his answer. you could never know with mickey — he often had the same reaction with everything.

something negative? swearing. something positive? swearing. only difference was, is that he sometimes changed his tone.

but right now, he just sounded uncertain.

to you, at least. ian could decipher that mickey enjoyed it, because he was laughing quietly under his breath and smiling. “ oh, he likes it. he's just surprised ‘s all. ”

“ hell yeah I'm surprised! ” mickey announced rather aggressively, his eyebrows now risen. “ this shit tastes like queer rainbows and- and fucking fairy sprinkles! and I actually like it! the fuck is that about?! ”

you had to press your fist to your mouth to keep from laughing. “ I'm, uh- I'm glad you like it. ”

it wasn't long before mickey chugged his entire iced coffee down. he ended up slamming his glass onto the table —a whipped cream ring around his mouth and on his chin— with widened eyes, and pupils blown out with amazement. “ get me s’more of this shit. ”

“ yes sir- ”

“ don't call me sir, that shit turns me on. ”

“ ... yes, uh- yes sir. ”

“ ian, grab his ass. I'm done playin’ games. ”

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 21

Ian Gallagher + Waxplay and/or temperature play

I actually really like writing this, for some reason? You can totally imagine Mickey in the readers place, its why I haven’t used y/n in this one.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

The exhale that left Ian was shaky, his chest shuddering as he puffed out the breath he had been holding for a little too long in anticipation. His arms had been tied to the headboard of your shared bed, his clothes having been removed in quite a hurry when you two got home. Ever since you guys had gotten your own apartment away from his family, your intimate life had only unfolded further than before.

In the past you two didn’t have any time to experiment, since Ian had shared a room with his siblings his entire life, and your family had a habit of just barging in or even kicking down the door if it was locked. It had started with the two of you fucking all over the apartment, in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, on the floor of the foyer, the list went on, there wasn’t a single point in your apartment that hadn’t been christened.

After that you guys started exploring different things, different kinks you’d both had an interest in but never got the chance to try. You had a sizable number of toys for this exact reason, even rope made specifically for bondage, said rope woven around Ian’s wrists and the headboard.

One of the kinks Ian had really wanted to try was waxplay, but you had always been a bit unsure, not wanting to burn him on accident. Ian, being who he was, started researching the subject and later on presented you with Soy candles made for waxplay. They were a deep green and unscented, and you knew for a fact Ian had picked that colour since it would look good dripped all over his freckled body.

He didn’t have as many freckles as he used too, having seemingly grown out of it, but during the summer some would still appear all over his face and torso. Sitting on his hips you could truly appreciate those few freckles, an almost taunting grin twitching onto your lips as you ground down against Ian’s naked cock.

You were still in your boxers, it was kind of a power thing, as Ian normally topped and was the one in charge, so something as small as leaving your own clothes on as he was stark naked as the day he was born, helped to put him in the right headspace.

He was already had, probably had gone around with a half chub all day since you had mumbled in his ear that morning that you wanted to use the candles when he got home. That was why he had been so fast to throw off his clothes, leaving a trail of it leading towards your bedroom, where he had thrown himself onto the bed and folded his arms above his head like a well-trained soldier following orders.

You could tell how giddy Ian was as he almost wiggled underneath you, his breath catching when you started running your hands up and down his torso, squeezing his pecs with an appreciative hum before you pinched at his abs, causing them to tighten as Ian gave a soft gasp.

A couple of candles were burning on the bedside table, you had lit them a few minutes before he got home, wanting to take your time before they’d melted enough to be used. As you waited, you took the time to appreciate your lovers’ body, leaning down to nip and bite at his skin, sucking hickeys against his pale neck and chest, ignoring the half-hearted grumble from Ian telling you not to leave hickeys where his coworkers could see.

You knew he didn’t mean it, especially as his cock throbbed against you, already twitching and slick with precum. Wanting to see it, you lifted your hips enough for his hard length to almost bounce against his tight stomach, a tiny pool of precum already gathering between his abs as he huffed when you sat back down on his thighs.

Unable to resist, you reached down and gave the underside of his cock a small pinch, not meant to hurt, but enough to be felt. His hips would have jumped off the bed if you weren’t sitting on him, a grunted noise leaving his clenched teeth as he furrowed his brows in a way you knew meant he was trying to still look like he was somewhat in charge of it all.

You tsked and almost cruelly rubbed your pad of your thumb against his tip, using your other hand to hold his cock still as you switched from your thumb to your palm, moving in quick movements that had a slick noise filling the room as his hips gave a hard jump upwards, almost lifting you off the bed.

Ian groaned as his eyes rolled as his lids fluttered, his teeth digging into that delicious bottom lip of his as he tried to contain the higher pitched noises wanted to rip from his throat. His legs jolted against the bed as you gave a harder squeeze around his circumcised head, giving it one last slow cruel stroke before you released it, his length falling back against his stomach with a wet slap.

Ian’s eyes fluttered open as your weight shifted, his breath catching as he saw you grabbing one of the candles off of the bedside table, almost holding his breath in anticipation as you sat back on his thighs once more, now holding the lit candle.

He audibly gulped as you blew out the candle, your free hand settling on his lower stomach as you reached up, holding the candle above his shuttering chest. Ian’s eyes were wide, he looked almost starved as his nostrils flared when he finally remembered to breathe. His eyes tracked the melted wax collecting at the lid of the candle as you turned it, his cock twitching and drooling another drop of white against his stomach.

He didn’t make much noise as you poured the first of the wax against his shaved chest, the streak of dark green standing out starkly against his pale skin. But you could tell from the way his eyes fluttered that he enjoyed it, his inhale sounding a little more rushed than before as his arms flexed against his bindings.

And so, the act continued as you kept pouring melted wax against his torso, even streaking a bit of it up his neck but never getting too close to his face for safety reasons. The colour of the wax lightened somewhat as it dried across his torso, His shuddering becoming more visible the more hot wax you flicked across his body.

Finally, as you grabbed the third and last candle, did he start making audible noise, small huffs and tiny moans leaving him as you painted a line of wax across his nipple, starting to feel more confident in the movements. A stuttered soft curse left him as you painted a line across his stomach, closer than you’d ever been before to his cock.

He looked almost wild with his wide eyes locked down on where the wax was painted across his body, it was obvious he was close as his noises rose in volume and his cock kept jolting and dripping like a broken faucet, the pool of precum on his stomach almost looking like another splash of wax.

Licking your lips, you shuffled down his thighs until you were sitting by his knees, moving where you had been holding the candle. When Ian noticed where you were holding the candle, his gasped hungrily, audible gulping as your eyes met, your eyes asking if he wanted it.

Ian couldn’t have nodded any faster, his lip quivering and deep red from where he had been biting at it. You weren’t gonna drip it right on his dick, you didn’t feel comfortable to do that, but you started dripping wax near it. On his stomach near the tip, downwards on his abdomen beside his length, the flashes of heat from the wax leaving Ian keening as his legs grew more and more restless.

One line of wax across the inside of his thigh seemed to be what kicked off over the edge, white shooting from his tip and covering the layer of green wax covering his torso, the white standing out starkly against the deep green. His legs twitched and jolted under you, but he wasn’t able to move them too much as you were still seated on him, but the huffed moans that left him made it clear just how much he enjoyed it.

Putting the candle away to the side, you rubbed your hands across the outer side of his thighs as he laid there shivering and twitching softly, basking in the flash of orgasm for as long as possible, before he went limp against the bed, his eyes shut and mouth open as he breathed softly.

You leaned down to kiss his wax covered chest before you got to your feet, undoing the bindings holding his arms in place as you kissed his forehead, letting him softly grab the back of your head to pull you into a slow and deep kiss. You mumbled against his lips that you’d be right back, meeting his eyes as you pulled away from the kiss, his pupils blown wide and expression soft and so in love it almost made your teeth ache.

As you grabbed what you needed to clean up your shared experience from the bathroom, you couldn’t help but decide it hadn’t been as bad as you thought. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, and seeing how Ian had reacted you most definitely wanted to do it again, and you had a feeling Ian wouldn’t have anything against that either.

[espressomartini7]

Under control

Carl Gallagher x reader

Everything had happened too fast. One second a creep at the bar wasn't leaving you alone, and the next, Carl was on top of him punching, beating him into shreds. And that is how you had gotten into this situation, with Carls arm slung around your shoulder as you hauled him up the stairs to the Gallagher house at 3am.

You strain as you pull Carl up the last step onto his porch, his free hand immediately shooting to his rib as he groaned in pain. "Alright, come on" you say breathlessly opening the door and leading him in before locking it behind you. "Come on Gallagher just a little more", you said trying to carry Carl up the stairs. "Fuck" Carl said breathlessly, hauling himself up the last step and into the bathroom. You pushed him gently down so that he was sitting on the toilet seat before letting him go and stepping back. You stood with your hands on your hips as you tried to catch your breath. "Stay here, I'm getting the med kit" you say leaving the bathroom and going into carls room, "Im fine I don't need a fucking med kit" carl shouted weakly from the other room, his voice still laced in pain. You sigh in annoyance as you walk into the bathroom with the box, you stand at the doorway, cross your arms and look Carl straight in the face, "You're a fucking moron Gallagher" you say shaking your head, before walking forward and wetting a clean towel with warm water.

You stand in between Carls slightly open legs as you hold up his chin with one hand, while cleaning cuts on his face with another. Gently dabbing with a warm wet cloth as he winced in pain. "Hey, I'm serious I'm fine" Carl said grabbing your hand and looking down. You grab his chin and force him to look back at your face, "Why did you do that, hm?" you ask gently. Carls eyebrows tense suddenly at your question, "Because that asshole was touching you" he sneered, venom seeping from every word as his hands balled into fists at his sides. "I was handling it, you could have gotten into trouble Carl, you just got out of juvie you can't afford to do things like that" you say sighing as you pull out a stool and sit in front of Carl. "I had it under control" he said calmly looking back at you, you scoff as you take a bandage out of the med kit. "Take your shirt off" you say sternly, watching at Carls eyes widen and his demeanour changes, he does as he's told and unbuttons his shirt, taking it off with a groan. You sigh as you pull the stool closer to him, and start wrapping the bandage around his bruised ribs. "You have to be careful" you say quietly, "I can't have you go to juvie again". He smiles as he looks at you, "I'm not going back to juvie, I promise, ok?" he says it so sincerely that you almost believe him. "Even if a creep starts talking to me at the bar?" you say smirking as you look up at him, "Of course not, no one touches you" he says as he grins.

[t0yac1d]

Girl of My Dreams (F.Gallagher x F!Milkovich!Reader)

Summary: Fiona's first time with a woman, let alone a Milkovich.

Word Count: 1,353

Warnings: smut, oral (Fiona receiving), fingering, hair pulling, praise, degrading, teasing, face riding

You're so glad that the house was empty, no Gallaghers to walk in and disrupt you two. You already wanted to have her under you, to taste her and have her to yourself. The desire for her was strong from the beginning, but when you found out that she has never been in an actual relationship with a girl, let alone get eaten out by one, that desire and want for her became stronger. That want turned into a need, and that desire turned more into a craving for her. You just wanted to have her, even for a night and you finally got that.

You held her thighs apart, keeping them wide open while you slurped at her exposed cunt. Her pussy dripping from her own juices and now, your saliva. Your chin drenched in her essence and her fingers tangled in the roots of your hair while yours curled in her pussy and gripped the fat of her thighs.

Fiona's back arched off of her bed, toes curling as your fingers curled against that spot that made her scream.

The room was filled with her moans. whimpers, whines, airy breaths and your name. The way it rolled off of her tongue sounded so natural, the way her body reacted to your touch seemed like this was an everyday thing.

"You sound so pretty sayin' my name like that,"

She smiled at the praise and looked down, "Didn't think you were the kind of person to praise someone." she chuckled, "What do you wanna hear then, Fi? Want me to degrade you? Call you 'my slut' or something?" you asked, your fingers never stopping.

She clenched around your fingers at the suggestion, "Deadass?" you asked, stopping your movement, causing Fiona to let out a whine. "You're serious?" you asked again. She covered her face with her hands and nodded. You pulled your fingers out and licked them clean before climbing onto the bed and hovering over her.

"Move your hands, pretty."

She did as told and looked up at you with those eyes. Those beautiful, brown eyes.

"Were you serious?" you smirked, "Yeah...do you wanna try it?" she asked, you gave her a nod, "I'll try anything with you,"

She laughed, God her laugh was just so full and happy, "You're so corny!"

You left a trail of kisses down her body, "Shut up," you muttered as you made your way back down between her legs.

"You know, for the record, I didn't take you for one to like being degraded." you mentioned, flicking her clit with your tongue.

She moaned, and pushed your head down, "But I'm glad I know now,"

You continued to talk as you ate her out, the vibrations of your words on her pussy sent shivers throughout her body.

She didn't mind that you were talking, but God, she just wanted you to call her names while praising her. You guys can have a conversation any other time.

"Reader."

"Pretty."

She smiled at the name, "Just eat me out, we can talk normally after."

"Impatient much?" you mumbled, sitting up, resting your hands on her thighs. Fiona whined and reached out for your hands, trying to move them between her legs.

"Why? Please, don't do this right now." she panted, "Don't do what? Use your words, bitch."

"Don't tease right now."

You chuckled and hovered over the brunette, your arm wrapping around her waist as you switched positions.

You lied on your back and had Fiona in your lap. Her hands rested on your chest and yours rested on her waist and thigh.

"Why not?" you asked, "Please? Don't tease right now, please?" she begged. You pretended to think for a moment, "Nah. If you want to cum, do it yourself."

"You mean like ride you or something?" she asked, "I mean, do it yourself. I don't do anything for bitches who act bratty."

Fiona had a feeling in her core now, she liked hearing you talk to her like this. Degrading and mean. She didn't think she'd like being called a bitch. She usually doesn't like being called a bitch by anyone, but it felt different coming out of your mouth.

But the cherry on top, was the way you looked at her when you did. Especially now, with you under her calling her names. She could honestly cum right then and there from your words alone.

Fiona, very nervously, crawled her way up your body and hovered over your face. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Ride." you bluntly stated.

"Ride your face? What if I hurt you or something?" she asked, "You won't hurt me."

"But what if I do?"

"You won't."

"What if I do though?"

"If you don't want to cum then I'll leave."

"Okay! Okay!"

Fiona leveled her pussy just over your mouth, not on it, but just ghosting it.

"Fi."

"..Yeah?"

"Sit."

She sighed, she really didn't want to take that chance of hurting you. She didn't want to hurt you at all.

You grabbed her hips and pulled her down on your face. Your mouth was open, and you were lapping at her pussy like you were starved.

She held herself up against the wall behind her bed and her hips bucked on your face. Her clit would rub against the tip of your nose every now and then.

"I- fuck I thought you didn't do anything for "bitches who act bratty" or are you just a liar?" she asked.

"I'm many things, Fi. But a liar, I ain't." the more you spoke the louder she moaned. Your words sent vibrations through her cunt and throughout her whole body.

"Plus, you're the kind of brat whose too dumb to do shit on her own." you degraded. The dirty words you spewed at her made Fiona's eyes roll to the back of her head.

You licked, sucked and flicked her clit with your tongue as she rode your face. Her thighs clenched around your head and her body tremble when she felt herself cumming all over your tongue, mouth and chin.

She rested on top of you for a moment, you rubbed her back and thighs, letting her take her time. You didn't mind staying in between her legs.

After she caught her breath, she moved from on top of your face and sat in your lap. You sat up and oh my god you looked so fucking sexy.

The way your eyes were still low, evidently filled with lust, your droopy smile, your hair was a mess and you had her cum and juices on your chin. You grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and wiped the spots on your chin that you couldn't easily lick off.

Fiona stared at your shirt and played with the hem of it. "You want it?"

"Really?" she asked, hesitant to say 'yes'. She didn't want to ransack you of your clothes just yet. "Yeah, don't worry, I got another under here."

This has been one of the first times Fiona has felt truly happy and at peace with a person. Usually everything goes downhill for her, but ever since she's met you and became great friends with you, her life brightened up.

It's been around an hour or two, the two of you were in the midst of a conversation that you didn't hear the front door open and shut close. You were sitting with your back up against the wall with Fiona sitting between your legs and her back against your chest. She wore your shirt and the two of you passed as cigarette between each other.

"Fi', you don't mind if Mickey.." Ian trailed off as he saw his sister, who was naked waste down, cuddling with his boyfriend's sister.

"Did she say anything?" Mickey shouted, walking up the stairs, Ian quickly closed the door before Mickey could peak in. "She's uh naked."

"So? Move, bitch." Mickey opened the door and saw the scene, "Fucking Gallaghers." he chuckled. Walking over to the two of you. He sat next to you and took the cigarette from you. "Literally, fucking the Gallaghers."

[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.