#yandere carl gallagher

[nikaizkool]

Please 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ yandere carl Gallagher please 🙏🙏

Hed try to talk to you at school but eventually he’d end up knocking at your window. Once you opened it he’d go off on you “I love you y/n, they don’t, I’m better for you. I gave you 50$” even if he didn’t (he’d gaslight you so hard bro)

[hailucy]

REQUESTS for fanfics

Hi everyone! I’m Hai! i use she/her pronouns

I’ve always been using tumblr to read fanfics but never to write or post anything, however lately i’ve been having an urge to write fics. So here i am *jazz hands*

Disclaimer: I’m not the best at grammar specifically comma placements so if there’s a problem with any of that please ignore it or message me!! Also i’m probably a slow writer :) i’ll most likely start with drabbles and work my way up

MEDIA I WRITE FOR:

(names written are the characters i would favour writing however you can suggest any)

Harry Potter (golden trio era):

Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Blaine Zabini, any of the other slytherins

PJO:

Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Annabeth Chase,

Shameless USA:

Lip Gallagher, Carl Gallagher

(i’m only on season 3 but i know a lot of spoilers so that’s why i decided to write for shameless however if requesting please don’t center it around big plot points that occur after season 3, i’ll update after each season i’ve watched)

Acotar:

Azriel, Cassian, Nesta Archeron, Eris Vanserra, Lucien, Vanserra

Doctor Who:

9th Doctor, 10th Doctor, 11th Doctor, 12th Doctor, 13th Doctor, Rose Tyler, Donna Noble(platonic)

Across the Spiderverse:

Miles 42, Hobie Brown, Miguel O’Hara

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid, Elle Greenaway

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester

(i’m only on season 5 so if requesting please don’t center it around big plot points that occur after/during season 5, i’ll update after each season i’ve watched)

Dominic Fike:

(hes the only [real] person i will write for as of now)

WHAT I WRITE:

- GN reader and Fem Reader (only because i’m more comfortable and experienced)

- Fluff

-Angst (my favourite)

-suggestive

WHAT I DONT WRITE:

-Smut (i’m not comfortable with it… yet;)

-incest, pedophilia or anything that correlates with these things

-yandere (i’m simply not able to write it. no shaming over here i promise!)

-second chance but the reason they broke up was because one cheated or abused the other. (i’m sorry but i cant, they deserve better) however i am able to write cheating or abuse if asked but only if it ends with a happy ending and reader does not end up with abuser/cheater. Or if there was a mistake(miscommunication when it comes to the cheating)

-If a character is part of the Lgbtq+ community i will not pair them with a gender they don’t like romantically (like Ian Gallagher x fem reader but i can do GN reader). This doesn’t mean i won’t write sibling or platonic reader for that person

CHARACTERS I DONT WRITE FOR:

(because i’m a hater, i’m sorry. however they can be mentioned or be the ‘antagonist’ but they can’t be the main character )

Luke Castellan, Rhysand, Feyre Archeron, Elain Archeron, Debbie Gallagher(don’t hate her but i don’t really understand/like her character enough to write for her), Calypso(i’m an avid hater)

Reminder i will write for anyone not mentioned but i will prioritise the names listed above

[noellawrites]

Overprotective - Yandere!Carl Gallagher x reader

summary: when a Milkovich harasses you, Carl takes things to drastic measures.

disclaimer: reader and Carl are 18+ and this takes place around 11x4.

warning: 18+ readers only! contains pregnancy, verbal & physical assault and verbal descriptions of bodily gore and torture

The last thing you ever expected was for the Milkoviches to move in next door to where you lived with the Gallagher’s, but here you were, living next door to everyone’s least favorite white-supremacist family.

Your husband, Carl, bounded up the steps from your shared basement room, jangling his police belt and halting your train of thought.

“I’m heading to work, see you later babe—” Carl said, kissing you on the forehead.

“—and baby,” he grinned, bending down to lay a kiss on your five-months-pregnant stomach.

“Have a good day at work, sweets! Text me if you need anything,” you called after your husband as he headed towards the front door.

“Be careful today, call the cops if the Milkoviches try to bother you or Liam, okay?” Carl warned, as you nodded. Then he left, in a hurry to catch the bus.

Today was your first day off of work in a while and you had the house to yourself, save for Liam still sleeping upstairs. As far as you knew, Debbie was at work, Frannie at daycare, Lip at his house and Ian with Mickey on a run.

You figured a bit of light cleaning would be therapeutic, then the idea of baking a batch of cookies for your new neighbors couldn’t hurt. Although they had a horrible reputation and you never liked any of them (Mickey and Sandy excluded), you still wanted to be courteous towards them.

—

You nervously made your way up the deteriorating Milkovich porch with a warm plate of chocolate chip cookies, counting your blessings and hoping you wouldn’t be murdered on the spot.

Shortly after knocking, the door opened to reveal a dirty, dark-haired man with longer black hair that you’d only seen in passing.

“Hello, welcome to the neighborhood! My name is (y/n), I’m Carl’s wife and I made some cookies for your-“

“C’mon in, sweetie. I gotta thank you properly for these baked goods,” he growled, leering at you.

You took a step back, down the steps, as you felt increasingly uncomfortable.

“No, that’s really okay. I just—“

“—C’mon, I’d love myself some fresh meat. Although not fresh enough, seeing as a Gallagher’s already had his turn. How ‘bout you let me fuck another baby into ‘ya?” He laughed, low and gutturally like he was about to pounce.

You quickly took another step back, not realizing there was a step down behind you. You gasped as the man grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into his chewing-tobacco-and-blood-scented chest.

You gagged and pushed away from the man, not before he was able to squeeze tightly around your right wrist and keep you in his grasp.

“Us Milkoviches like the cops. You better hope it stays that way, or else your new family will just be some rotting corpses in your backyard,” he hissed into your earlobe.

You let out a loud wail, taking him by surprise as he flung you off of him. Your hip crashed into the side of the stairs as you were finally freed from his grasp.

You stumbled away, cookies flung onto the porch as you ran for the front door as quickly as you possibly could. Slamming it behind you, you shrunk to the ground and let out a series of loud sobs. You positioned a cautious hand around your baby bump as your sobs turned into quiet hiccups.

—

“Liam, dinner’s ready!” Debbie yelled as you brought the last of the sides to the table. Tonight, you had fixed chicken parmesan with macaroni and cheese and green beans for what would be you, Carl, Liam, Debbie, Frannie, and Sandy. Ian and Mickey were still on a run, and Lip was doing some late-night repairs on a motorcycle.

You took your seat next to Carl as Liam bounded down the stairs and Debbie finished helping Frannie in her chair.

“Thanks for making dinner, babe. How was your day?” Carl asked, grasping your hand under the table. He noticed your hand was shaking slightly, which was unusual for you.

“Uh, it was okay. How was yours?”

Carl was about to respond when Liam spoke up. He had been in his room the whole day, which wasn’t normal, but you had brought him lunch earlier and figured he was just tired from school.

“Okay, we really need to do something about the Milkovich family. They can’t keep terrorizing us like this!” Liam shouted, waving his fork around.

“Is this about the poop on your window again? Because-“ Debbie began, Liam cutting her off again.

“No! It’s what that black-haired idiot did to (y/n) today!”

Your eyes widened, as you hadn’t planned on telling Carl so soon and you didn’t want the rest of the family to know and freak out. It hadn’t even occurred to you that Liam might’ve seen, or heard, everything.

“What happened to (y/n)?!” Carl seethed. You could practically see steam coming from your husband’s ears.

“It was really nothing, I—“

“He grabbed her and touched her, then he said something about giving her another baby. I heard it all from my window. I was about to yell at him when she pushed away and fell,” Liam explained, waving his hands around animatedly.

“He WHAT?! That fucker is dead meat,” Carl threatened, dropping your hand and standing up. He hadn’t changed since he’d gotten home, so he still had his work uniform on. His taser, baton, gun, all strapped to his belt.

“(y/n), I’m so sorry. My brothers-slash-cousins can be such jerks,” Sandy apologized, reaching her hand over to you sympathetically. You couldn’t hear the voices around you, they’d all turned to the sound of ringing in your ears. You almost didn’t notice as Carl left out the back door.

—

It was almost one in the morning when Carl returned to the basement, silently stripping off his uniform and rinsing off in the basin.

He climbed under the sheets, naked except for a fresh pair of boxers. As he wrapped his arm around you gently, your body tensed and you sat up quickly.

“What did you do to him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Carl, I’m not an idiot. you left four hours ago. What took you four hours?”

“(Y/n), I didn’t do anything!”

“Bullshit, Gallagher!”

“You wanna know? Fine! I stole his keys and drove him to an empty warehouse outside the city. I pulled out his fingernails one by one, then I watched him bleed to death. I made him confess everything down to the bruises on your arm. Then, I tossed him in a dumpster and lit the whole thing on fire. Is that all you wanna fucking know? Or should I go on?” Carl yelled, fists clenched at his sides.

He softened when he realized you were shaking and crying again. He reached his hand out gently, and you cowered in response.

“I-I’m scared, Carl.”

“Don’t worry, that asshole is dead and his family won’t mess with us anytime soon.”

“I’m scared of you, Carl! I didn’t think you were capable of something like this!”

“I only did that shit because I love you, and our baby! I want you to feel safe!”

“Well now I’m scared of the person I sleep with every night!”

“Let me hold you.”

“Are you crazy?”

“Just let me hold you, (y/n). It’ll slow down your blood pressure. Lip told me that he held Tami whenever she’d get too frustrated during her pregnancy,” Carl explained.

Maybe you were being too harsh on him. Carl was a Gallagher, after all. Crazy runs in their blood.

“Can you promise to never do anything like that ever again? It’s hard enough for you to be a cop, I can’t have my husband locked up,” you sighed, shaking your head.

“Yes, babe, I promise. Now get under those covers before our baby girl gets cold!” Carl ordered, smiling at how adorable and worried you were.

“You still think it’s a girl?” you grinned, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I really don’t think the world can handle another Gallagher man. Now let’s snuggle,” he laughed, tugging you gently under the covers with him.

“You have a point, Officer Gallagher,” you sighed, melting into his arms once again.

“Goodnight, babe.”

[warnersister]

Morning, Mrs Gallagher

Carl Gallagher x Reader

Not my best work, but I’m gonna do a yandere! Carl, real soon!... 👀

My Masterlist

My Shameless Masterlist

My Carl Gallagher Masterlist

I groaned, stretching as I sat up. I looked around the room, to see it wasn’t mine, (nor Carl’s, who was strewn across the bedding). I pushed him, gently. “Carl.” I said. I pushed him a bit harder. “Carl!” I rolled my eyes, and started shaking him back, and forth - until I heard him groan. “CARL!” “Good morning to you too.” He answered, sitting up next to me.

My head started pounding, and as for the looks of it - so did Carl’s. “Where the fuck are we?” I asked, as he got up to try, and find some Aspirin. He opened the curtains, and we both hissed, at the sudden increase in light. “I think I have an idea.” He pointed at the sign across the road, from, (what I guessed was), the motel.

‘Welcome to Las Vegas!’

The sign read, and we each looked at each other - taking the pills he had found in my bag. “The fuck did we do last night?” I asked, standing up, and doing a full; three-sixty, of the room.

Carl picked up a slip of paper, which was by the TV. “Well, fuck.” He swore, and threw me the paper. “Morning, Mrs Gallagher.” “Shit.” I cursed. It was a marriage certificate, as well as my last name - now listed as Gallagher.

“Did we fucking get married?” Carl asked, running his hands through his hair.

*Flashback*

*Third Person*

(Y/n), and Carl were just fucking around. Drunk off of their minds. Taking beer, after beer. They were laid underneath the train tracks, watching as train, after train, passed by. “(Y/n)?” Carl looked at her. “Yeah?” She looked back at him. But he didn’t say anything, he just leaned in, and captured his lips, with her own.

He rolled them both, so that she was underneath him, and he was straddling her lap. He pulled back, and admired his girlfriend - as a drunken hiccup escaped from her lips. “Marry me.” He said. “What, did you just say?” It sobered her slightly. He pulled her up, so that they were face-to-face. “Marry me.” He said again, looking into her eyes. She stared at him blankly. “I’m not taking no for an answer.” They both burst out laughing, in a fit of non-sober giggles. “Yes.” He looked at her for a moment, before picking her up bridal style, and spinning her around in his arms.

“Who will take us?” She asked, and they looked at each other. “Steve.”

**

“Steve, will you take us to Vegas?” Carl asked, drunk off of his head. The man laughed. “Yeah sure, where am I taking ya?” “A courthouse.” Carl looked at (Y/n), who was also hammered, and stroked her cheek - grinning as she giggled. “Getting hitched?” Steve took a swig of his beer, before getting his jacket on.

“Come on lovebirds, in the car.” He found this hilarious, as he pushed them into the backseat.

He heard a continuous giggling, and the noise of a zipper was the final straw. “HEY NO SEX IN MY FUCKING CAR!” He yelled, and the teens straightened up. “It’s not like it’s actually yours.” (Y/n) said, causing both of them to laugh.

**

As they pulled up to the city that wall full of life, despite it being two in the morning. “Here.” He passed them two believable fake ID’s, that said that they were eighteen, and unlocked the doors. “You crazy kids have fun.” He said, after handing them two-hundred dollars.

“DON’T GET HER PREGNANT!” And with that, they entered the small church - on the outskirts of the casino-village.

*End Of Flashback*

*First Person*

“When in Vegas.” He grabbed a beer out of the mini-fridge. “That’s Rome dipshit. Put that back, it’s gonna cost an arm, and a leg.” “Okay, god wives do nag.” I threw the pillow at him. “Fuck you.” “Cool. Now?” I rolled my eyes.

“Are you being fucking serious.” I walked up to him, and put the paper of the table, pushing his chest. He grabbed my wrists, and pinned me against the walk, my legs wrapping around his torso.

“You complaining?” He asked, between lettering kisses, onto my lips. “You seem calm about this.” I told him, squinting my eyes. “Please, it takes more than that to get me stupidly drunk.” He rolled his eyes.

“So you-” “I was gonna make you my wife, one way, or another. You just happened to be fucked, while it happened.” He shrugged. “I hate you.” “That’s no way to talk to your husband, Mrs Gallagher.” I huffed at him, but before I could yell - the phone went, and it seemed as though Fiona was gonna do that for me.

“YOU’RE FUCKING SIXTEEN! GET YOUR ASSES BACK IN CHICAGO!-”

He hung up.

“Oops.”

*Requests Open*

[aesthetixhoe]

hoe's masterlist

key:

fluff ❀

angst ≋

smut ࿏

(includes, references to, and full smut)

Head canon ❊

personal favorite ✷

MARVEL

peter parker:

"spiderman!?" ❀ ✷ no pronouns

polyester ≋✷ no pronouns

HARRY POTTER

draco malfoy:

losing your virginity to draco ❊࿏❀ she/her and afab

goodbyes ≋ she/her pronouns

CRIMINAL MINDS

spencer reid:

dating spencer ❊ ❀ no pronouns used

sing me a song ❀ no pronouns used but you have boobs

drifting ≋✷ no pronouns used

times like these ❀ she/her pronouns

secret language ❀ no pronouns but use of beautiful

DCU

cisco ramon:

visons ≋❀✷ she/her pronouns, use of the word girl

dating cisco ❊❀ she/her pronouns

killer frost:

dating killer frost ❊ ❀ no pronoun but she is a lesbian in this, so its for non-men

gar logan:

arcade games ❀ she/her pronouns

finally ❀ no pronouns used

midnight snack ❀ no pronouns used

YOUTUBE

ethan nestor:

ethan nsfw alphabet ࿏ no pronouns used, but afab

dating ethan ❊ ❀ no pronouns used but you being called princess and wifu

andrew siwicki:

wasted ❀ she/her pronouns

charlie slimecicle:

wedding kazoo ❀ no pronouns

long walks on the beach ❀ no pronouns

husband material ❀ no pronouns

STANGER THINGS

steve harrington:

steve nsfw alphabet ࿏❊ no pronouns and

dating steve harrington would include ❊❀࿏ no pronouns

pillow ❀ no pronouns

MISC.

carl gallagher:

ghetto ninja warrior ❀ she/her pronouns

dave lizewski:

dave nsfw alphabet ࿏ none but afab

ethan landry:

ethan head cannons ❊ reader isn't mentioned

spooky flirting ❀ she/her pronouns

kiss drunk ethan ❀✷ none but reader has a bra

yandere ethan ≋ no pronouns

jack champion:

paparazzi ❀ no pronouns

dancing with jack ❀ no pronouns, but reader is called a girl through lyrics

posts with jack champion 1 ❀ she/her

[noellawrites]

Master Plan - Yandere!Carl Gallagher x reader

summary: when Carl traps you in the van in his backyard, you become desperate for a chance to escape.

warnings: kidnapping, insinuation of sex, physical assault, handcuffing

You hated it. You hated the feeling of being locked inside the Gallagher’s shabby van in the backyard. Not only was it cold at night in the fall months, but it was the tiny space and general discomfort you felt.

He visited you every day, bringing you food and gifts and more. Sometimes he even brought condoms, much to your dismay.

You woke up to condensation on the windows, quickly grabbing a pen and crossing a tally on the fabric wall. Today marked two months since Carl had locked you inside.

After you marked your daily tally and reached for a book, you were stunned with a knock on the van. Carl again.

He unlocked the padlock with his key, swinging open the back doors of the van. He had your favorite takeout food in-hand as he jumped onto the mattress placed in the back where you were sitting.

“Hey, babe. I brought your favorite,” he grinned, passing the paper bag to you. He was still in his police uniform, but his chest camera and intercom had been removed.

“Thanks,” you sighed, grabbing your food and beginning to devour it. Carl had worked a graveyard shift to make overtime, so you hadn’t eaten anything since last night.

“So, how are you?” He asked, cluelessly. Of course you weren’t doing great, you were being held captive in a van!

“Carl, can you please just tell me what your master plan is? Because I’m tired of waking up every morning in this stupid metal death cage! If you wanted to hold me captive, why couldn’t you just keep me in your family’s house?” you cried.

Carl frowned, looking down at his own sandwich. After not only being his neighbor all of your childhood but now being his captive, you knew his expressions well. He was conflicted.

“All I’ve ever wanted for us was to be a family. I didn’t want my siblings to know I had to take you away like this, but I’ve been saving up for a down payment on an apartment for us. There’s a place not too far away that I’ve been looking at—“ he begins.

Carl makes it sound like he really loves you. He almost makes you forget that he stole you from your house, your family, your life. He left you in a van and made you feel hopeless and alone.

Before you could even realize what you were doing, you dropped your food and shoved Carl’s head against the metal part of the van, to which he let out a yelp.

As he was blinking in and out of consciousness, you took the opportunity and ran. You darted out the back of the van and ran around towards the gate facing the road. Your legs carried you across the front of the Gallagher house, then Kev and V’s. You looked back to see Carl sprinting down the sidewalk only about a quarter mile behind you.

Shit! Shit! Shit! you thought, running even faster. This was your only chance at escape. You knew you couldn’t return to your own house, you were worried about what Carl was capable of doing to your family. You darted into an alley and through to the other side, realizing how close you were to the L train.

One of your friends lived just past Downtown in the Loyola dorms. If you could only get on the train and borrow someone’s phone to call her, you would be okay.

Calling Chicago PD was obviously not an option, at least not on the south side. You were already distrustful of the police, and you would not want to accidentally tell one of Carl’s co-workers where you are.

You entered the station, jumping the turnstile since you didn’t have any money. You looked behind you and still didn’t see Carl, so you walked up to the platform where the train would be coming. The cool breeze raised goosebumps on your skin as you stood in waiting. No one was around, so you knew you’d have to wait to ask for help.

Taking a deep breath, you looked around and noticed the sound of work boots pounding on the platform. No. You knew who it was almost immediately.

You stood straight ahead, only able to watch as Carl got closer and closer to you. He tackled you down to the dirty metal grates of the train platform.

You gasped and sobbed as Carl flipped you, sitting on top of you and grabbing your wrists. He slapped the metal cuffs on you and locked them tight as you squirmed in protest, facd smushed into the cool metal.

“Please, you can’t do this! You can’t drag me back there! This is against the law!” you screamed. There were more people now, gasping and watching as Carl hauled you down the steps.

“You are under arrest for evading a police officer. I have no choice but to lock you up for a long time,” he sighed, pushing you along roughly. You should’ve known better. You would never be able to escape Carl, not fully.

[noellawrites]

Caught (2) - Yandere!Carl Gallagher x reader

this is a part 2 to Tracked, which doesn't need to be read in order to understand this one!

summary: once Carl has you, he makes it his mission in life to keep you safe with him.

warnings: implied sexual coercion, domestic violence, manipulation, reference to abduction, pregnancy

Two years. It had been two years since Carl had tracked you down and taken you back to the Gallagher house to live with him.

Surprisingly, he somehow always managed to take care of you. And one year later, when you found out you were pregnant, you didn’t worry too much. Your fate was sealed as Carl’s wife, you had known it since the day he returned from military school.

You had left the Gallagher house around eight that evening, leaving your son, Phillip, in the capable hands of Debbie. Carl was working overtime, and you simply wanted to catch up with some of your friends that you hadn’t seen since you were pregnant.

—

“Damn girl, nineteen with a child and a husband with a pension? I’d kill to trade places with you,” one of your friends joked.

You forced a smile, wondering if they’d really want to trade places if they knew how your relationship had started.

“She’s right, I can’t even find a decent fucking man in the whole city of Chicago! I think you got the last one, (y/n)!” your other friend added, shaking her head and taking another sip of her seltzer.

You weren’t drinking, as you were still breastfeeding baby Phillip, so you took a deep breath and gulped down your water.

The three of you chatted about your friends’ past failed relationships and Chicago men for another hour or so until you heard someone throw open the door to the bar right behind you. Fuck. It was Carl.

He approached your booth in the back of the bar. Baby Phillip was squirming in his arms, your son barely three months old.

Immediately, out of pure instinct, you scoop Phillip up from Carl’s arms and rock him, calming him down.

“Hello, ladies. Good to see you again,” Carl nods curtly as his eyes wander back to you, almost burning a hole in your head.

“He’s getting so big! I can’t believe the last time I saw him was when he was a week old!” one of your friends gasped.

You were barely paying attention to which one of your friends had said it. Everything seemed to melt away when you held the weight of your son in your arms. Children were supposed to represent the love between a couple. And sure (to a degree) you loved Carl now, but you couldn’t help but think of all the yelling, the abuse, the assault when you looked at your son. He deserved more than what you could possibly give.

“Babe? Babe? You left sweet little Phillip at home, he needs to be fed. I came home from a long day of work to find you missing and him alone,” Carl added.

You stared into baby Phillip’s blue eyes, the same as his father’s. You barely registered the last part of what Carl had said when you stood up, purse slung over your shoulder as you held your infant son close to your chest.

“Have a great evening ladies. Sorry to interrupt,” Carl said politely in his cop-tone. Of course, your friends nodded and blushed in the presence of your kind and dashing husband.

“Sorry gals, maybe we can do something else again soon?” you said, telling them goodbye. As you followed Carl to his car, your hands shook.

“Why did you have to wear your police uniform? You practically terrified all the customers,” you sighed as you buckled Phillip’s car seat.

“If I really wanted to terrify someone, I would’ve told the bar that you and your friends are underaged drinking. Did you know you can go to jail for that in Illinois?”

“I literally wasn’t even drinking. Jesus, Carl, you’re so controlling!” you huffed, climbing into the passenger seat.

“I’m controlling? More like I’m the one whose kept you alive for two fucking years! You’d be out on the streets or dead without me!” Carl screamed, grabbing your wrist and yanking it towards him. You could hear Phillip beginning to cry in the backseat.

“I work hard every day so I can provide for your ungrateful ass! I fix up the master bedroom for our family to live in, I buy food and I pay for the medical bills. What would you call that? Do you call that abuse, (y/n)? Huh?!?”

By now, Carl’s grasp is bruising your arm as he screams. You feel your eardrums pop from the volume and all you can do is hope your son isn’t too frightened. This wasn’t the first time he’d left marks on your skin, it had been going on for a long time. bruises in the shape of a handprint on your neck if you talked back to him, bruises under your clothes if you refused sex, it never ended.

“Carl, I’m sorry. I just missed my friends and I left him with Debbie, who seemed fine enough to watch him for two hours. It was my mistake, I’m really sorry,” you apologized honestly, hoping your punishment would be less severe.

“If you actually listened to me I wouldn’t have to hurt you, you know? If you just stayed at home with Debbie and took care of Phillip, everything would’ve been fine!” He yelled again, getting more and more pissed off.

“I’m tired of spending every day with Debbie and whichever of your siblings and their partners come through. I’m tired of keeping the house together after Fiona left! It isn’t fair to kidnap me and then force me into this situation for the rest of my life!” you screamed back.

Now, Phillip was wailing in the backseat, the screams of your husband and baby bombarding your ears from every angle.

“We’ll talk about this when we get home,” Carl seethed. You pulled your left arm away from his grasp and touched it. The skin was raw and tender, already turning almost a bluish color. You knew from experience that it would only get worse.

—

Carl told you that your yard privileges are revoked for one month and your outside world privileges would be revoked for three. You were grounded with only Phillip to keep you company, and Carl when he wasn’t working.

Usually, time spent together in the house did the three of you well. You functioned well as a family, with Carl earning just enough money for utilities and groceries and you taking care of Phillip, making food, making sure Liam was okay, and making sure the house was somewhat clean.

You had retreated into almost complete submission. You never ran in the first place because Carl had threatened the lives of your family and friends (and you believed him, with the entire Chicago PD on his side) so you stayed complicit.

Besides, with Carl tracking and catching you, you never stood a chance at freedom anyway.

[noellawrites]

Sheltered (2) - Yandere!Gallagher Family x reader

part two of this imagine

summary: you make a daring escape from the Gallagher house, but at what cost?

warnings: reader in captivity, guns, familial obsession, use of chokehold, use of handcuffs

Your eighteenth birthday came and went with only a small surprise party held by the remaining Gallaghers. Fiona had taken off soon after, leaving you with the worst of the family.

At every turn, you looked for a way to escape. You had tried everything: squeezing out the tiny bathroom window, even breaking the living room window which earned a prompt call to Carl by your neighbors.

Right now, you were alone in your room, doing your independent schoolwork. You didn’t attend an in-person school anymore, at the Gallagher family’s request.

“(Y/n), I’m taking Liam to school then heading to work,” Ian announced. You didn’t respond, only listened and waited as you heard the door close behind both of them. You were finally alone, for the first time in weeks.

You ran down the stairs closest to the front door and began your usual miserable routine of checking each lock to see if perhaps one was forgotten. All three on the front door were locked. Same with each window, the keys always in possession of one of the older brothers. Kitchen window. Locked. Back door. Locked. Basement… unlocked?

The basement, also known as Carl’s Cave, was always locked, even if Carl was inside. He also kept his extra police weapon down there somewhere, so even if you couldn’t shimmy through the window, you would try to find the gun.

The wooden steps creaked as you descended them. You crinkled your nose as the damp, moldy basement smell wafted into your nostrils. You set your eyes on the small, rectangular basement window just above the work bench. Bingo.

You clambered up the table and unlocked the window, breathing in the fresh air and smiling. Your hands grasped the metal window frame as you climbed out, lifting one leg then the other and propelling yourself to freedom.

You took a deep sigh, then looked around to adjust your eyes. Right in front of you was a metal fence, to the left was the backyard and to the right was the street. You figured right was your best bet, so you looked around and began walking.

Unbeknownst to you, Carl, Ian and Lip had worked together to install a security system in the house that would send a text to their phones if something happens while they were out.

As you walked down the street and towards the station, you tried your best to remember where Trevor’s shelter was but it had just been too long. You decided to walk to the train and figure it out from there, but just as you were about to reach the closest stop, you heard tires screeching behind you.

“(Y/n), stop and lay down on the ground right now,” Ian ordered, jumping out of the driver’s side of an ambulance.

All you could do was gasp and take off running, at least you had a head start due to the gear Ian was carrying.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire as you ran through damp alleyways and behind rundown businesses.

“You can’t outrun me forever,” Ian yelled as you hopped onto a dumpster and tumbled over a tall metal fence.

“Watch me!” you screamed, turning around to look back for a quick second. You kept running, still slightly turned away, and before you knew it you came crashing into someone’s padded chest. Carl.

Both you and your youngest captor came crashing to the ground, but you clambered back up quicker than him and went back to running. You took a shortcut between a couple buildings in order to dodge Ian, but as you did, you felt a smooth, pale arm wrap around your neck.

“Stop! Help me, someone please help!” you screamed, to which Ian clamped his hand around your mouth.

“The chokehold is illegal!” you rasped as you fell to the ground in Ian’s grasp. As your eyes began to close, you watched Carl approach you with a pair of handcuffs in his hands.

“You will never be able to get away again. Especially not after this little incident,” he growled.

And as the handcuffs clinked, you blacked out.

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Friend Zone - Yandere!Carl Gallagher

warning: rape, abuse, manipulation, handcuffs

You had always been so close to the Gallagher family. Being Kev’s younger sibling on the run from your abusive family had taken you to his doorstep seven years ago. At age twelve, you had found your biological brother when no one else could.

You still lived with Kev and V in the renovated basement of their home as a built-in babysitter while you attended night classes at the local community college. You loved taking care of Amy and Gemma.

It was just another day babysitting when Veronica came home early. “Hey, how’d the girls do today?” she asked as she picked Amy up and began cooing to her. You were finishing up the cookies you were making in the kitchen.

“They did great today! I got Gem to take from a bottle again, and Amy left a mess in her diaper that I cleaned up.”

“Why don’t you take those cookies to the Gallagher’s? Kev’s blood sugar is gonna kill him if he eats those,” V said, shaking her head.

“You’re right, I’ll go take them over,” you agreed, pushing the cookies onto a large serving plate and covering them with saran wrap.

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and Frank Gallagher was passed out on the front lawn.

You made your way up to the door and let yourself inside, something you had started doing years ago.

“Anybody home?” you yelled, making your way through the kitchen. For the first time ever, the Gallagher house seemed… empty.

“Hey, what’s up? Sorry, Fi left for work like an hour ago, Ian and Lip are at work, Liam’s at school and Debbie’s with her wheelchair-bound sugar daddy,” Carl explained, taking off his bulletproof police vest.

“I brought cookies for you guys. I made them for Kev and V but in hindsight, I should’ve paid more attention to my brother’s new healthy habits.”

“Thanks, they look great. How are the twins doing?”

“They’re great! I know i’m only nineteen, but they’re almost making me want my own someday,” you confessed.

“You’d be the best mom ever, like, seriously,” Carl admitted, pouring you a glass of water from the pitcher in the fridge. He cracked open a beer for himself.

“Hey, I don’t get a beer? I had a long day of work too,” you laughed. He rolled his eyes and wordlessly grabbed another.

“I really like you, (y/n).” Carl confessed, placing his hand on top of yours and looking into your eyes.

“I really like you too, Carl, you’re my best friend.”

“How ‘bout we start on our own little family?” he asked nonchalantly, standing up from his seat.

“W-what?” you balked in shock. Did you hear him right? He wanted to have kids with you? Right now? You didn’t even like him like that.

You stood up from your chair and all of a sudden Carl had you pinned facedown against the kitchen table.

“What are you doing?” you cried in pain, but soon your question was answered. He had pulled his handcuffs out of his belt and clicked them, one by one, onto your hands.

“Carl, stop!” you demanded, attempting to wiggle free. Unfortunately, Carl’s front was pressed against your butt, preventing you from moving away.

He grabbed your head by your hair and yanked it up, swiftly slamming your head back onto the table. You cried out in pain, but your cry fell onto deaf ears.

“No one’s gonna be home for hours, so don’t even try. And besides, no one would believe you if you said that the Gallagher cop forced you like this.”

He dragged you into the living room and threw you onto the couch, hands still handcuffed behind you.

You willed yourself to wake up from this crazy dream, but it didn’t work. You were still being undressed by Carl as you lay helplessly on the couch.

You tried to scream for help once again, causing Carl to clamp one hand over your mouth. “Shut up, you stupid bitch!”

You whined and whimpered as he pushed into you raw, no condom or lube. Your eyes glassed over with tears as you attempted to remove yourself from the situation mentally.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?” Carl said, a sickly smile growing on his face.

You only stared up at the ceiling, unresponsive, wondering how in the world you had gotten into this situation.

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Locked Away - Yandere!Carl Gallagher x reader

The basement Carl kept you in was so nice that sometimes you forgot it was actually a basement. There was a bedroom, the one you and Carl shared, along with a living room, TV area and kitchenette.

It was a modest three-bedroom house in the suburbs of Chicago. Far enough away to be safe, but not too far for Carl to drive to work.

Carl was a police officer, which you found ironic because he had quite literally kidnapped you and locked you away.

"Do you want me to pick up dinner in the city?" He asked you as he strapped his gun in his holster. The gun he slept with under his pillow, in case anyone tried to take you away from him in the middle of the night.

You stared at him silently as you sat on the bed and watched him dress himself.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," he grumbled under his breath, no doubt still frustrated with your silent treatment.

It had been fourteen days without you uttering a single word. Carl, who finally felt secure enough with his beautiful middle-class American Dream life, wanted to start a family with you. You, however, recoiled any time he tried to touch you.

"Y'know, you've been such a bitch to me lately, but have you even stopped to look around?" Carl yelled, "I've given you everything. I saved you from that Southside shithole you lived in because I love you. I go to work every day, deal with the worst motherfuckers in Chicago, because I want us to have a good life together."

With every word he inched closer and closer to you, eventually standing over your trembling body. Flecks of his spit landed on your cheek, but you didn't dare wipe them away.

"Say something, you bitch! Say something or I swear to god I'll hit you so hard—"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," you croaked.

“Eventually, when you learn to appreciate what I do for you, I’ll let you walk around upstairs. And you can start picking out things for the kids’ room,” Carl explained, kissing your forehead as you flinched away.

You guessed you would just have to convince yourself to love Carl, or else you would be unhappy forever.

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Runaways - Yandere!Carl Gallagher x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

“I though you loved me,” he argued.

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

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

“Carl, I just don’t think-“

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

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Imagine Being Tracked Down by Yandere!Carl Gallagher

part two is linked here

You didn't mean to get involved with Carl, you really didn't. You barely knew him before he approached you after school one day.

He asked if you wanted in on his "business operation," and you were already looking for a job anyways.

The way you saw it, anything would be better than working at the rundown burger joint down the street.

You helped with his business, running the high school as a couple and trafficking drugs and guns through the campus.

Carl gradually became more and more protective of you, worrying about endangering you through the business.

You hated how possessive and clingy he would get; like even though the entire school knew you were his, he still had to make out with you in the hallways to "show them."

When he told you he was leaving to go to military school, you were secretly so happy. You thought he had finally gotten over his obsession with you, and he would come back as a changed man.

Unfortunately, you were very wrong.

When he returned a few months later, he looked completely different. But his obsession with you had only grown.

On the day Carl was set to return, you heard a knock on your door. Ice-cold fear shot through your veins as you recognized it as your boyfriend's distinct voice.

He pounded at the door and yelled as you slipped out the back, dissappearing through the mazes of houses.

Unluckily for you, Carl had just returned from military academy, where he had learned some of the best tracking skills and methods that existed.

Before you knew it, he had backed you into an alleyway. His dark smile was so different from the bright and eager one you were used to.

"Carl, please. Whatever you're planning on doing, you really don't have to do it."

"You thought I was done with you when I left, huh? You belong to me, you're mine. There's no more leaving me anymore."

"I'll tell everyone. I'll tell Fiona and Debbie, and Ian and Lip. They'll understand, they always liked me. Maybe even more than they liked you," you threatened.

"Wow, that's the best you can do? If you haven't noticed, I came back as an upstanding citizen. No one would believe your lies. Not when I look like a hero and act like an angel," he snarled, backing you against the concrete wall.

There was nothing for you to grab, no ledge for you to climb onto. It was over for you. Carl knew exactly what he was doing.

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Family - Yandere!Lip x Reader

warning: drugging, underaged drinking, implied noncon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shameless U.S. Masterlist

Gallagher Family

Sheltered - Yandere part 2

Carl Gallagher

Tracked - Yandere

Runaways - Yandere

Locked Away - Yandere

Friend Zone - Yandere

Fuck You - Smut

Overprotective - Yandere

Caught - Yandere (pt. 2 to Tracked)

Master Plan - Yandere

Lip Gallagher

Family - Yandere

You’re Mine - Yandere

It’s Always Been You - Yandere

Reciprocal - Yandere

Short Leash - Yandere

Kev Ball

Emotional Support