request: Omg you like shameless too!!! Okay then I’ll make a request! Could you do a smut where you are sleeping in Carl’s bed with him but he gets real horny but lip or Ian or something are in the other bed so he gets real cocky saying like ‘we’ll have to be quiet then won’t we’ or some shit bc that would be awesome😝
pairing: carl gallagher x reader
a/n: i love shameless and carl so pls leave more requests for this kind of shit if you’re interested ;-)
also sorry if this is weird this is my first time writing something as graphic and smutty as this but u know there’s a first time for everything
i’m definitely going to add a second part to this when i get the chance also, so let me know if you’d like to be tagged when i post it
Something tickled your neck, waking you calmly from your sleep. You shifted, pulling yourself closer to Carl.
“Babe,” he whispered. You ignored him, hoping he would let you go back to sleep if you didn’t respond. “Baby, wake up.”
The Gallagher house was quiet, which was extremely unusual. The morning sun had just started to peek in through the window right beside Carl’s bed, and his blinds casted a striped shadow on his chest.
“Baby,” he repeated. “I need you.” He had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other slowly tracing up your bent leg. You were barely awake, but you knew what he meant.
You leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, but hesitated when you saw the silhouette of Ian sleeping in his bed across the room. “Not now,” you sighed. “Ian will wake up if he hears us.” You rolled on your side away from Carl, hoping he would follow your lead and wait until later. You should have known better, though. That boy could be persistent.
Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his warm breath on the back of your neck as he whispered softly. “We’ll have to be quiet then. Won’t we?”
He gently moved your hair to the side and began to leave open-mouth kisses on your neck, leading down your shoulder until you finally gave in and rolled onto your back.
Carl smirked, knowing he had won, and moved on top of you. His mouth continued to trail across your collarbones, and one of his hands snaked around the back of your neck. His kisses continued trailing down your body, skipping over your sports bra and stopping right above the waist band of your sweat pants.
He gazed up at you, as if he was asking for your permission. You nodded, weaving your fingers through his hair, toying with it. Just as you lifted your hips off the bed so he could slide your pants down your legs, you heard the soft rustle of Ian’s sheets.
You and Carl both froze, waiting for Ian to readjust and settle back in his bed. You let out a quiet sigh of relief as Carl climbed back up to you. He kissed you quickly, then opened your mouth with his tongue. His hand quickly slid down your stomach and in between your legs, nudging them apart from each other.
“Is this okay?” he asked, kissing your neck once again. You nodded, involuntarily rising your hips up to meet his. He sucked in, trying his hardest to hide a whimper.
“Use your words,” Carl demanded.
“Yes,” you whispered. “Please.”
Carl smiled, adding slightly more pressure through your underwear. You moaned, pursing your lips in an attempt to stay quiet.
“Don’t make me stop,” he ordered. His voice was soft, but low and gravelly. His forehead gently rested against yours, and you nodded.
He pushed two of his long fingers into your mouth. You hollowed out your cheekbones as you sucked them, resting your head on the pillow once again. “Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re gonna get it for that.”
Shameless Preferences 8- Dating Carl would inculde
Dating your favourite military boy would include:
Making sure he stays out of trouble
Being the one he calls at 2 in the morning when Monica passes away
Supporting him in everything he does, even Military school
wearing his hoodies all the time
“I love you princess”
Him treating you like you are the only girl in the world
Getting into more than one fight with his slut ex
Amazing “I miss you” Sex when he comes home
Getting high and watching Family guy or futurama
Talking about the future that Carl makes sure you understand your in
“Fi, im not just going for myself, im going for her. She deserves everything and I want to be the man to give it all to her, I love her and i want to be better for her
Wearing his extra army hat
Facetime calls and and skype calls whenever you can
Being so proud of him for getting out, for being smart
Realizing just how much you love this boy
Living at the Gallagher house more than your own.
Taking care of Liam and helping lip
Cuddles,lots of cuddles,
His fucking smile when he sees you
Standing on your tip toes to kiss him
Listening to Carl mumble things about you in your sleep
Being the biggest Gallavich shipper in the world
Being best friends with Mandy
Carl loving you for who you are, wanting you for everything you are
“I don’t care that you have scars, I dont care what you have done in the past because that doesn’t mean shit to me. What means something to me is you, us and going forward with you. Im in love with you when you have a messy bun and my sweats on, Ill be in love with you when you have tears rolling down your face that I have to kiss away, Ill be in love with you through it all babygirl”
Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader Warnings: a lil sad, cuteness Description: The reader was kicked out of their house and under the circumstances, Carl helps them out A/N: I meant for this to be full of fluff but lordddddd oopsies
You had tears running down your face the second you left. You had nowhere to go, no one to help you. Who could you call that didn’t like you anymore? You rub your nose as you look down at your phone. You had a text message from Carl.
Request: hey girl (1-800-imagines here) can i have a request where Carl and the reader get caught doing stuff? By like Ian or Frank?
I love reading imagines like this so I hope this turns out decent! Also I love @1-800-imagines ahah
Word Count: 1,257
You and Carl had been hooking up long before you started dating, your relationship was practically built upon the idea of sexual favors. Dating made it easier to hook up but harder to hide it. Even though you were completely infatuated with Carl, your parents didn’t approve. When you told your family about your relationship they immediately placed a ban on him setting foot in your house. He wasn’t allowed in your house and you weren’t supposed to go to his either. You would tell your parents you were going to a friends, and then take the L over to his house instead.
As you walked up the sidewalk approaching the Gallagher house, the door flew open and Debbie and Fiona ran out and down the steps, screaming at each other. You froze in your position on the sidewalk and watched the everyday events of the Gallagher’s.
You stumbled down the stairs of the Gallagher house, wearing one of Lip’s old shirts and a pair of bunny slippers. Rubbing your eyes groggily, you looked around the kitchen, unsurprised to see the kitchen buzzing with activity
Fiona was folding the laundry with the quickness of a cheetah, all while filling V in on the latest gossip of her love life. Ian was leaning against the counter, trying to study last minute for an exam. Over at the table, Carl was arguing loudly with Debby.
You plopped down into the seat next to Debby, and started to braid her hair. She sighed happily and leaned into you, happy to have an older sister figure in her life who wasn’t always busy like Fiona.
“Way to fraternize with the enemy,” Carl mumbled, glaring at you from his seat across from you.
Laughing, you responded, “First, I don’t even think you know what fraternize means. Second, how am I the enemy?“
Before Carl had the chance to answer, Lip shuffled down the stairs. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed he was not only shirtless but also had a bad case of bed head, which looked adorable on him.
"Shit, I forgot, sorry guys,” he apologized to his family who were glaring at him intensely.
And then you remembered, Lip had promised to make breakfast for that morning. However, he got a little sidetracked with you the night before…
Lip walked over to you, kissed you on the cheek and made his way over to the fridge to start making some eggs. He smiled at you lightly,
“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you,” he said, causing you to blush.
The rest of the Gallagher’s in the kitchen made throw up noises, Carl’s being the loudest.
“So this is why I’m the enemy, huh?” You asked, turning your attention to the troublemaker at the table. He nodded his head stubbornly and refused to make eye contact with you.
“Well too bad, because she’ll be staying around a lot longer,” Lip called from the stove where he was cracking eggs into a pan.
“Good!” Debby shouted, spinning around with her new braid in her hair. “I like y/n,” she said defensively to Carl, sticking her tongue out at him at the end of her sentence.
“Well I don’t dumbass, she’s interrupting my eating schedule,“ Carl responded.
"Language!” Fiona yelled.
As soon as the first batch of eggs were done, Lip placed a plate in front of you and Debby. You both started to dig into your breakfast as Carl watched enviously.
“That’s what you get for being a little shit to my girlfriend,“ Lip told him in his big brother voice that wasn’t uncommon for you to hear. Carl rolled his eyes, leaning across the table and scooping up some of your eggs.
"It’s a good thing I like you, kid, or else you’d be a dead man,” you told him lightheartedly as you allowed him to eat some of your food.
He grinned at you, eggs in his teeth, and said, “Fine, I like you too."
After breakfast, everyone parted their seperate ways for work or school or whatever activity they had planned for the day, but you and Lip lingered back.
As you helped him clean the kitchen, he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waste. You leaned into him, and smiled when he started to kiss your neck.
"You know, I should probably brush my teeth before we do this again, I just ate,” you laughed breathlessly as the kiss depended and he turned you around and pushed you until your back was pressed against the fridge.
“Well, it’s a good thing I like you enough to not care about your breath,” he said, before delving back into his work on your neck.
You sighed happily, “It’s a good thing I like you too.”
Shameless Imagines 2- You Mean so fucking much to me (Lip Imagine)
Paring: Lip x reader
Request: Could you do an imagine where the gallaghers and Mickey find out you self harm.
Description: You werent like the rest of your Milkovich family, you were weak and you just needed something that made you feel alive again. Everything was fine until they found out and the look on Mickeys face was more than heart crushing.
Warning: Mentions of selfharm, please read with caution. i love you all.
lip looked at you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He didn’t understand how it got this bad, all he wanted to do was fix you, to put every fucking piece that your dad had broken back together.
You two had been the only ones home in the Gallagher house and decide to have some fun, It had been a while. In the moment you had forgotten about the scars on your upper thigh and Lip was making his way down when he saw them.
“Whats wrong baby?” you asked, looking at him. His eyes had become glossy and his face had gone pale, you still not realizing what he had seen. He shook his head not saying anything and told you he felt sick before running to the bathroom.
When he got to the bathroom he slid down the walls, so unsure of what he had just saw.He knew how bad things were at home and even with the love and support of Mandy and Mickey it wasn’t even to protect you from Terry and the horrible things he had done.
Lip felt horrible and useless, he couldn’t save you. Lip had protected you from so many things, people at school, creepy guys, Karen, all of it. But lip wasn’t enough to protect you from your own dad, no one was.
After a few minutes he had returned from the bathroom making some bullshit excuse about food poisoning and how he just wanted to lay in bed with you, honestly you were perfectly okay with that. There was something about being held by Lip that made you feel like everything would be in life.
Over the next few days you had noticed that lip had been acting weird, he wanted to go where ever you were, constantly asking you whats on your mind or if you were okay, being more loving and gentile than he normally had been. You had gone home to spend some girl time with your big sister Mandy. You two had been best friends since you were little, Only being 2 years apart you both had so much in common and she was just easy to talk too. You had thought for a while about telling her how bad things had gotten. Even though Terry had once again been put in jail, things hadn’t calmed down for you yet. You had been having nightmares about him returning, about hitting you or hurting Mickey and him making you watch again. You had been so traumatized by one man and it made you feel so weak, and seeing the scars afterwords had made you feel even worse but you couldn’t stop, you needed release.
You felt kind of numb lately, feeling like you were floating through life, feeling worthless and used. You had wanted to talk to lip about it, but you didn’t want to see the look on his face. When you cried he felt broken. When he had found you on the floor after Terry had left he left broken, whenever you weren’t okay he felt broken. You could see it in his eyes and you didnt want that. You didnt want him to worry, to cry, to feel like he wasn’t doing enough because he was doing more than enough, it was just a phase of pain and once it was over you would be okay again. Little did you know that he was already worrying, already beating himself up for not noticing earlier and he had spent an hour after you left crying.
The next day Lip had called Mickey, Ian and Mandy over to the Gallagher house, he wanted to talk about this and see what they should do. As Ian and you had been best friends since you were kids which led Mandy and Ian to be friends which led Ian and Mickey to become whatever the fuck they were and Mandy and Mickey being your older siblings, those were the people Lip called, the ones who loved you and cared about you,
The 5 of you had become really close, almost like your own little family and lip knew that they needed to help you.
“Whats going on Gallagher” Mickey said taking a seat at the dinning room table next to Ian as Mandy had sat on the other side of the two love birds and Lip had sat on end, making sure he could see the 3 of them.
“Its about y/n” Lip said but then was cut off by Mickey interrupting him.
“I swear to god if you got my sitter pregnant i will fucking kill you with my cold fucking hands” Lip laughed and nodded before explaining that him and you were always safe and you weren’t in fact pregnant which gained a “Better fucking not be” from the carrot boy.
“Me and Y/n were doing some things when I noticed marks on her thighs, both of them. Some were old and some were fresh. I don’t know what Terry has done to her as she hasn’t told me it all but he’s fucking broken her and we need to fix her before she pulls a fucking Monica and I lose the love of my life” Lip said, tears coming back in his eyes.
“You love her?” Mandy asked, a huge smiling coming onto her face.
“What the fuck are you trying to say Gallagher?” Mickey asked, hurting flashing through his voice. Ian grabbed his hand under the table and Mickey laced his fingers with the ginger boys right away.
“I think she’s self harming Mickey, I think living in that house when hes there is toxic for her. He’s ruining her. She isn’t the same. Her smile isn’t as bright and her laugh isn’t as loud. Her eyes don’t shine like they use to” He said., finally allowing tears to fall again.
Who would have though, Lip Gallagher crying, He wasn’t the crying type.He drank when sad emotions came up, but not this time. You were everything to him, his whole fucking world and he couldn’t live without you.
“Ask her to come over, we will talk to her. Tell her we are here.. Maybe she can stay with us for a little. Do everything we can for her” Ian suggested, earning a nod from both the Milkovich siblings.
“Thank you for caring about her, I believe you are the best for her” Mickey said. Mick was hurt that he never realized how much Terry had broken you, he wished he could have done more to protect you from the bastard but there wasn’t much anyone could do when it came to Terry.
You had received a text saying that Fiona had asked Lip to watch Liam and the house was empty and he wanted you to come over. You loved Liam a much as Lip did and when everything happened with Fiona and the drugs and stuff you and Lip had acted like his mom and dad until she had gotten released and you loved it. Since you were a little girl you dreamed about being a parent and being a loving supporting mom, so different than both of your parents. That was your goal in life.
You and lip had talked about it once, saying that he felt the same. He then started talking the big house on the north side that you two would have with your kids and everything you had ever wanted. Thats when you fell so fucking hard for you. He was everything you had ever wanted and nothing could ever change that.
When you walked in the back door of the Gallagher house you were confused to see Mandy, Lip, Ian and Mickey sitting at the table.
“Whats going on? You said we were babysitting while Monica was working an extra few hours?” You asked as you slipped off your coat and shoes, sitting down on lips lap. His arms went straight to you waist pulling you as close as possible.
“Baby we need to talk to you..” Lip whispered. He didn’t want to cry but you could hear his voice break and it caused you to worry. You stood up eyeing them all.
“About?” You asked, something was definitely going on and you were scared. Was Terry out? What the fuck was going on?
“We know Y/n” Ian said, looking at you.
“About the cutting babygirl” Lip said turning to you, his eyes extremely glossy and his voice Breaking once again. Who knew one whole fucking sentence could make your whole world crash.
‘Guys please, its not a big deal and I don’t feel the need to talk about this with you. Im fine, its fine now drop it” You said, not letting your voice show the ashamed and sad feelings you felt deep down.
“Sis, we know he was the worst to you, we know you still have the night terrors, we know how broken you feel. Ive tired so many fucking times for him to leave you alone. Watching what he does to you breaks my fucking heart. But me and Lip and Ian, we are gonna protect you. We are gonna save you from him. He hasn’t broken you yet and we wont let him. We love you so fucking much Y/n and you have to stop please” Mickey said, his eyes becoming glossy. The face he made broke your heart.
“Mick.. Please don’t look at me like that. Im fine” You said, trying to make you believe him when you didn’t even believe yourself.
“No you aren’t Y/F/n, you aren’t fine and you need to stop! Do you understand that I cant lose you? How can we get married and have a family if you are dead!? I love you so fucking much and I wont let you do this to yourself anymore. Do you understand? You are worth so much more than that fucking asshole and I refuse to stand and watch you let him win!” Lip said, raising his voice at some point. You started crying, saying sorry over and over and you walked into lips arms, wrapping his arms around your shoulder and one around your head, him placing his hand on the top of you head. He started crying a little too, kissing the top of your head.
Him saying this to you, it made you feel alive again, like when you closed your eyes you saw a future again instead on nothing. You realized that as soon as you and Lip got out you’d be okay. You made a promise to your boyfriend and the family around you that you’d do anything to try and stop and that you loved him.
After everyone had stopped feeling emotional and had calmed down, Mickey had told you that all of them thought it was best to stay at the Gallaghers, still having a room of your own in your house but none of them wanted you to be there when Terry got out. As Ian basically lived at the Milkovich house and Carl was gone to military school and Frank not allowed in the house you had Fiona room to yourself while fiona had Franks room and you couldn’t have to cram into Lips old small bed anymore. You loved the idea of waking up to the love of your life every morning and that lip would be there when you needed him even more than normal.
a month later things were slowly getting better, You hadn’t cut in 3 weeks, the night terrors didn’t come every night like they did at the beginning but when they did lip held you and kissed you and stayed up for a while after you slept to make sure they didn’t happen. You weren’t fixed, it was a slow process but you didn’t feel as broken as you did the night they had told you that they knew. You were so happy they had did what they did, they saved you that night. You couldn’t be more grateful for everything they did for you, they were all family and that would never change.
Requested by @yungramona warnings: sad reader, tiny bit of cussing, Carl being adorable (What more do you want? cx) pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader Description: Carl notices that you were upset and has his mind set on making you happy again A/N: I wrote this one first because I had inspiration, but I’ll get the one before out soon. Also this is cute. Why is Carl so cute?
Carl knew how unhappy you were the second he saw you open the door. The two of you always meet up at a certain time at your house, it was like clockwork or a cute ritual the two of you shared since you started dating. He always walked you to your house to pick you up, and then the two of you would walk to his house.
The whole entire walk to the Gallagher house was awful. You hadn’t said a word since you left. Just a simple “hey” and a kiss and you didn’t want to talk any more than that. You knew even if you opened your mouth he would know the cause of your problems. It was a blessing and a curse when it came to him.
Got this idea and decided hey why not
start writing Shameless imagines. Let me
know if you like it so I can decide when to start writing more imagines!
The cool summer
night’s air blew your hair over your shoulders as a soft sigh escaped your
lips. Just like every other night of the
week, it had been a tough shift at work.
About a month ago, you had decided to get a job as a waitress at a local
restaurant. The pay was far from ideal
and the treatment from many of the customers was horrendous, but you needed to
support your family and waiting tables was the best job you could get as a high
school student in Southside.
straight ahead as you walked under the high school bleachers, taking your
typical route to get home. The purse on
your arm was clutched tight to your side.
You had lived in Southside your whole life, and had your fair share of
encounters with drunks and criminals.
“Y/N…” A soft
voice to your side caught you off guard, causing you to come to a halt and take
a protective stance. Once you realized
who it was, your muscles relaxed, but the hard look on your face remained
Carl. Carl Gallagher. Neighbor Carl. The Carl who had been your best friend until
he went to prison and came back a “changed man”, not interested in hanging out
with a “innocent girl” anymore. The Carl
you had secretly been in love with for years. The Carl who left you heartbroken and alone.
mumbled in response with a slight nod of the head, letting out a huff and
continuing to walk.
“Y/N, please… I
really need someone to talk to right now,” Carl sighed, stepping out from the
darkness of the bleachers and taking a few steps in your direction.
caused you to spin around on your heel and cross your arms over your
chest. “Weird, because I’ve needed
someone to talk to for the past few months, but I guess we can’t always get
what we want,” you snapped, your eyes shooting daggers into his before taking a
look at your surroundings. “Where’s Nick
anyways? I’m sure he’d love to hear
whatever you need to talk about.”
The response you
gave hit Carl harder than you had expected.
He shoved his hands into his pockets and took a few steps back with his
eyes on the ground. He swallowed the
lump in his throat before finally meeting your eyes again. Despite your anger, the look in his eyes
caused your heart to sink down to your stomach.
Something terrible had happened.
“He’s gone, Y/N,”
he whispered before his eyes shot back down to his hands, playing with his
fingers. “Prison again… for good this
His words lacked
the gangster lingo he had been using for the past few months. His posture was no longer upright and exuding
confidence. His eyes were missing their
usual playful glimmer. His lips were not
curved into his signature lopsided smirk.
The only feature that remained of his recent swagger were the braids in
A sigh escaped
your parted lips and you nodded and stepped toward the anxious boy, grabbing
onto one of his shaking hands. He
followed as you guided him around the front of the bleachers and climbed up a
instructed, pointing down to a section on the shaky wooden stands. Once he obliged, you sat down on the row
behind him, grabbing his shoulders and pulling his back into your knees. Without a word, you slowly began to unravel
Carl did not
resist. Instead, he allowed his head to
fall further into you and closed his eyes.
It took a while, but eventually his body stopped shaking and his
breathing became regular. The silence
lasted for about ten minutes before Carl finally took it upon himself to break
someone, Y/N. A young boy. With a hammer. All because he took his bike,” he explained,
his voice starting to shake again. “All
I keep imagining in my head is that bloody hammer and the boy’s mother
screaming. It won’t leave me. It’s all it took for me to realize that I can’t
keep living my life like this. I just
can’t. How could you tell?” he
questioned, his head leaning back further as his eyes met yours.
immediately flickered back to his hair as you simply shrugged your shoulders in
response. Your mind was attempting to
process everything he had just confessed to you. The experience he had described would have
been traumatizing to anyone, especially someone like Carl. Carl wasn’t a thug, he was a scared child. Still, you remained silent.
Carl let out a
sigh and reached up, grabbing your hands out of his disheveled hair and
gripping them tightly. “Y/N, I’m really
sorry, you know. I really fucked up big
time. Me going to prison already had put
our friendship on hold and me blowing you off once I was out must’ve really
been the icing on the fucking cake. I
know you were probably really looking forward to picking things back up where
we left off once I got out, and I really fucked that up and there’s nothing I
regret more. You were always the best
friend I could ever ask for and I really don’t deserve you at this point, but I’m
really sorry and I would do anything to make it up to you at this point. I need you, okay? I need you.”
sounded sincere and the sad look in his eyes confirmed this to be
true. You knew he needed you, and you
needed him just as much. Carl had been a
critical part of your life since before you could even remember. If you left out the last year, all other
associations with the boy had been positive.
He was your partner in crime. The
one you turned to when you were having problems with your family, and when he
was having issues with his. The one you
used to melt action figures in the microwave with as kids. The one you goofed off with in class, and again in detention. The one who you shared your first kiss with
so he could “practice”. The
one who always stood up for you. He was
your best friend.
A small smirk
formed on your lips as you pulled your hands away from his and began working at
his hair again. “You were right about
two things. You fucked up and you don’t
deserve me,” you teased, combing through part of his hair with your fingers.
For the first
time all night, his lips twitched upward into a grin and his glowing eyes met
yours again. “Now that sounds like my best friend again.”
quietly and rolled your eyes, successfully undoing one of the last braids. “Yeah, we’ll have to wait and see about that
whole best friend title for now,” you joked before your face became serious
again. “But seriously, Carl, I’m not
sure what you expected to happen. I was
worried about you. Sure, prison
toughened you up a bit, but you’re still the same old Carl. You’re still a kid. We’re still kids. Life around here is already tough
enough. The last thing you’d need is to
end up in a bad situation with what you’ve been doing and get ki—“
Y/N. I know,” he cut you off, closing
his eyes again. “I wasn’t thinking
straight. I don’t want to think about it
anymore. Can we talk about something
else now? Let’s talk about you. How have you been? I know it sounds selfish since my ego was
through the roof and I wasn’t talking to you, but I’ve been thinking about you
a whole lot.”
out his last braid, you began to slowly run your fingers through his soft hair,
causing him to let out a content sigh. “Me?
You know, same old. Dad’s gone
again. Been working at the restaurant a
lot more lately. Gotta love creepy guys
grabbing your ass all day,” you said, rolling your eyes before giving his
shoulder a squeeze and standing up. “It’s
Carl shook out
his hair before following you back down the bleachers, grabbing onto your hand
and swinging your arms as you walked. “Hmmph. Well, they won’t be doing that under my watch
anymore.” He shot you a toothy smile and
gave your hand a squeeze. “I’ve really
missed you, Y/N.”
The walk back to
your neighborhood was pretty quiet, but it was comfortable. All of your anger had subsided and you now
felt relaxed. You had your best friend
back and were just happy to know that he was safe and out of the game before
anything bad had happened to him. Things
would finally be able to go back to normal.
houses were right next to each other, yours came first. When you finally reached it, you smiled and
turned to face your best friend. “Well, I guess this is goodnight then.”
furrowed his brow before shaking his head and biting his lip. “Sorry, I mean, do you have to go? I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to sleep
tonight and having you there with me would help. You know, like old times.”
Gallagher, I’ll sleep with you,” you replied jokingly, squeezing his hand and
pulling him towards the steps of his house and inside.
“Damn, I didn’t
mean like that, but it could really help calm my nerves,” he teased back with a
wink, leading you through the surprisingly quiet Gallagher house and to the couch. “Totally kidding. I’ll be right back. Gonna change and grab something blankets… I’ll
grab you something to change into, too.”
Soon enough, the
two of you were laying face to face on the couch, Carl in his boxers and you in
your underwear and one of his big t-shirts.
Despite efforts, the anxious boy simply could not fall asleep.
With a sigh, you
pulled the blankets down from over your heads and nudged his leg with
yours. “Come on. If you can’t sleep, I’m going to at least try
to get your mind off of what happened,” you proposed, propping yourself up on
your elbow. “Let’s talk about something
else. Let’s talk about us. You know, all of the stupid shit we used to
okay. I’ll start.” Carl chuckled quietly and opened his eyes,
allowing them to meet yours. “Remember
that time in fifth grade when we made that volcano together for science class?”
He didn’t have
to say anything else for you to start laughing.
“How could I forget? It blew up
in Mrs. Sullivan’s face. Had to spend a
week in detention, but it was totally worth it.” You put your hand over your mouth to quiet
the rest of your giggles. “Okay, my
turn. Remember a few years ago when Joey
Waters wouldn’t stop teasing me so you beat him up and he peed his pants? Literally peed his pants.”
Carl let out a
laugh, but his body tensed a bit. “Yeah,
of course I remember that. I think I
remember a little more about that than you do, though,” he murmured before
rolling onto his back. “I had heard that
he was teasing you because he liked you and was planning on asking you to the school dance. I would love to say he’s the only
one I scared off, but that’d be lying.”
His comment made
butterflies form in your stomach, but you knew you shouldn’t think too much
into it. He was just being the
protective best friend he always had been.
Nothing more. “Now that’s
something I didn’t know. No wonder I
never got a date to the dance,” you said with a laugh, playfully shoving his
over onto his side, Carl flashed a shy smile.
“My turn,” he mumbled, looking up in thought. “Remember that time I got you to practice
kissing with me before I went on my date with Rachel? I even got you to make out with me,” he teased,
wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“Oh, of course I
remember.” You laughed to yourself, but
you couldn’t stop a blush from forming on your cheeks. The rest of your thoughts would have to
remain to yourself. Practicing kissing
with Carl was far from a chore for you.
You had long been hopelessly in love with your best friend, and as sad
as it sounds, you knew that practicing was as close as you’d ever get to the
real thing with him. How could you not
be in love with your best friend? He had
always been there to protect you and put a smile on your face, which was far
more than anything anyone else had ever done for you. Still, you kept this secret buried throughout
the years. A friendship with Carl was
better than ruining your relationship altogether over feelings that were not
feeling like I owe you tonight, so yet again I must admit that I probably
remember more about that day than you do,” Carl uttered, putting his hands over
his face. “I never went on a date with
A quiet laugh
fell from your lips and you raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean? Did she reject
Even though the
room was dim and Carl’s hands covered the majority of his face, it was undeniable
that his cheeks were bright red. “No. I lied to you. I never even asked her out,” he whispered,
his eyes still refusing to meet yours. “I
just… I just needed to kiss you. At
least once. And that was the only way I
could do it. I’m sorry…”
You could hardly
believe your ears. He had finally begun
to admit to what you never thought could possibly be true. It was all you needed to hear in order to
build up the confidence to start confessing as well.
“I lied to you too,
Carl,” you admitted, causing him to remove his hands from his face and roll
back onto his side to face you. “I
remember telling you that day that helping you practice would be gross and
burdensome. That was a lie. I’d been dying to kiss you forever and
thought that would be my only chance to do it so I did. And I lied again after that when I told you
that I hoped your date would go well.”
Flustered with all you had revealed, it was now your turn to cover your
face with your hands.
having it. He pulled your hands away
from your face and entwined his fingers with yours, pressing his forehead
against yours. “Ah, so you had a crush
on me? How embarrassing,” he teased with
a smirk on his lips, but his eyes glowed with awe and affection.
darkened even more, but you laughed and rolled your eyes. “No, idiot.
I was in love with you,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands that
were engulfed by his own.
The smirk fell
from Carl’s lips and a very serious look took over his face. His eyes were dark as they roamed your face. “Was?”
he whispered, his nose brushing against yours.
“Yeah, sure, I was in love with you too.
But I still am in love with you.”
the lump that had formed in your throat and slowly moved to press your body
even closer to his. “And I’m still in
love with you too.”
Moving his hand
down to your hip, he pushed you onto your back and carefully climbed on top of
you, making sure not to put too much of his weight on you. His eyes roamed up and down your body in awe
before his eyes met yours again. “Kiss
hesitation, you tangled your fingers into his soft locks and crashed your lips
into his. Your lips moved in perfect
rhythm with his, both of you expressing years of locked up passion and
emotion. It wasn’t long before he had
asked permission to take off your shirt, and did the same yet again before
removing the underwear off of both of you.
beautiful,” he murmured into your skin, kissing up and down your neck before
pulling back and looking into your eyes.
“Are you sure about this? I
wouldn’t want to hurt you or make you do something you might regret. If—“
“Shhh.” You let out
a breathless giggle and put your finger over his lips, causing his eyes to
widen. “I’ve waited long enough for
this. Don’t make me wait any longer,”
you mocked, pulling his lips back down to yours.
The night was
filled with the passion you had desired from Carl for so long. Of course, he stopped many times to make sure
you were okay and to check that he wasn’t hurting you. When he wasn’t stopping to check in on how
you were doing, he was pausing to tell you how beautiful you were or to remind
you how much he loved you. It was all
you needed to finally put your mind at peace and for Carl to fall into a deep
sleep, his mind clear of everything that had occurred earlier. You fell asleep underneath the blankets, your
legs tangled with his and your head pressed against his chest.
morning, you awoke to someone nudging your arm.
With a yawn, you opened your eyes, which immediately noticed the smirk
on his lips. “What?”
night on the way here when you said you’d sleep with me and I joked it’d help to calm my nerves?”
He chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows at you.
You rolled your
eyes and buried your face back into his chest, laughing softly. “How long have
you been waiting for me to wake up to say that?”
Carl laughed and
squeezed your hips. “Oh, you know, about
an hour. I got impatient.”
Before you could
comment back, you were interrupted by the sound of someone running down the
stairs and approaching the couch you two were on. “For fuck’s sake, it’s about time, you two.” It was Lip.
Y/N wasn’t use to the frantic behavior of the Gallagher house, the constant swearing and shouting. The nakedness and the nonchalant attitude. She wasn’t use to the food being thrown and the alcohol drinking. Her parents didn’t expose her to that type of lifestyle. So when she told her parents that Debbie Gallagher had invited her over for a sleepover, they were infuriated, but she simply explained that she’d been hanging with her brother, Phillip after school for tutoring and she would occasionally hang out with Debbie. Which was a complete lie, it shocked her when her parents hesitantly agreed for the slumber party.
She felt corrupted in a sense, lying to her parents, she wanted to run back home and tell them the truth no matter the punishment it brung. But Lip stopped Y/N, telling her that it was a little white lie and no one would suffer from her white lie.
So now Y/N sat on the couch, talking to Debbie about boys. Debbie was excited to have another female in the house, who she could talk to and laugh with. She didn’t have much girl time when it came to all the boys running rampant in the house. “I can’t believe a girl like you is dating Lip!” She stated out of blue cutting Y/N off from her sentence. Her face contorting in confusion while she watched the auburn headed girl in front of her.
“W-what do you mean?” She stuttered, Debbie flicked her ponytailed hair behind her shoulder, she tugged on her bottom lip for a moment.
“Well Lip sleeps around a lot, his last girlfriend–” she paused trying to think of her name for a brief moment
“Yeah Karen, they had sex a lot!” She uttered, not knowing the true impact of her words. She gave a slight nod before forcing a smile. Her attention was drawn to Liam tugging at her pajama pants, which everyone in the house seems to forget. He babbled softly before moving away from her. She wondered why Lip never made the effort to sleep with her, I mean she was sorta ready to have sex with him but she wanted to know if it was real, not wanting to give herself away to someone who only wanted her for the sex.
“Dinner!” Fiona screamed causing the house to shake slightly while every raced to the kitchen. It was pizza that Jimmy had brought. She pushed her thoughts aside before moving into the kitchen, all eyes were drawn on her.
“Y/N! I saved you a seat” Carl smirked, he patted the chair next to him. She tugged on her bottom lip before letting out a slight laugh. She grabbed a slice before siting next to the flirtatious boy.
“Thanks pumpkin” she smiled, he gave a crooked grin before stuffing a slice in his mouth.
“I don’t understand how someone like her is dating someone like Lip!” Veronica let out, as she watched the girl laugh along with Carl and Debbie. “I’ve meet her family and they are uptight son of bitches, and yet here she is” she slapped her hand against her thigh.
“Yeah, she doesn’t even sleep in Lip’s room, she bunked with Debbie” Fiona let out, Kevin laughed softly
“Nothing, she doesn’t kiss him, well not that I’ve seen” Fiona retorted
“Good girls are always the best girls” Jimmy smiled, Fiona rammed her fist into his shoulder. The front door slammed catching the group’s attention.
“Oh pizza!” Ian smiled, he rushed into the kitchen. He gave a wide smile to Y/N, the only girl that he tolerate that Ian brought home. Being that other one was Karen.
“Hey Carrot top” she smiled, she tossed her plate in the sink while giving Ian a quick hug. He bummed into her shoulder, she let out a loud laugh before pushing him toward the stairs.
“Hey babe” Lip smiled, his body pressed against door frame, “Come on” she stared at him confused, he moved to the back door holding it open for her.
“Uh- I’ll be back soon Debbie” she stated, she moved out the door, with Lip close behind her. “Why did we-” she was cut off by Ian’s lips molding into her, his cold hands slipping around her warm body. He pulled back, his wet lips tracing slight kisses on her neck warming her instantly.
“I’ve missed you” he whispered
“You couldn’t tell me that inside?” She laughed pushing him away from her
“I wanted to be alone and you seem to have a phobia of my room” he stated, she looked down her expression quickly changing. She didn’t think that he’d have a problem with her not wanting to be alone in his room. There is the whole situation of half his family barging in and then there was the whole “being alone in room together can lead to sex.” He cussed loudly, his hand grasping her chin forcing her to look at him.
“I didn’t mean like that Y/N/N, I like the fact that you make me wait for you, it will make the time that I make love to you so much more special.” Lip let out in one breath, she smiled softly.
“Oh Philip” she let out, Y/N threw her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips against his.
“But fuck can I say you are making it so fucking hard!” He let moaned out once she pulled back.
Here’s the thing that pisses me off more than any other shit with Mickey haters: they ignore all the shit Mickey went through. So we’re going to talk about it & maybe it’ll change your mind about the beautiful gift that is Mickey.
Okay, let’s get started. The first thing I’d like to talk about is Mickey’s mom. When we first meet Mickey in 1x03, Lip asks Mickey about Iggy getting out of jail & Mickey tells him his mom went to go get him. Then fast forward to when Monica comes back after Frank’s mom dies. Ian & Mandy are talking about his mom & Ian says “You’re so lucky your mom is dead.” That means that some time between season 1 & 2, Mickey’s mom dies. Now during this time Mickey is also in juvie, so it’s possible she died before he got to say goodbye.
Now we also see in 1x03 that Mickey is still in school (he thanks Lip for the B on his paper), but later in season 3 when Mickey gets out & comes to find Ian he says he would still be a freshman. So this reveals a couple things about Mickey. One, Mickey is around the same age as Lip & Ian. Two, he drops out some time between season 1 & 3. Now, I want to suggest something, so go with me for a minute. We know during this time that his mom dies & that his dad is in prison during this time (he is picking his dad up when Ian comes looking for Kash’s gun). So is it possible that Mickey dropped out of school in order to take care of his family? The same thing Fiona gets so much credit for? Is it possible that his mom died & his dad was in prison & Mandy needed to eat, so Mickey dropped out to help take care of her? Is it possible that this boy everyone just assumes is a stupid thug (though we know is not the case because he’s a whiz with numbers) is just a kid trying to take care of the ones he loves?
It always gets me that everyone says Mickey is so unloving because he clearly loved Mandy. Hell…the only reason he even gets involved with Ian is because Mandy said Ian had tried to rape her & Mickey was coming to get him. And the only reason he ends up giving Lip a beat down is because Lip basically calls Mandy a whore & Mickey gets pissed. And then we see his love for her again when she gets beat up by her boyfriend. Mickey brings her to the Gallagher house. He could’ve pretended like he didn’t see anything (Mandy was sure trying to act like it didn’t happen) but he didn’t. He took her out of the scary situation & got her to the safest place he could think of.
Alright now let’s get into the real shit that gets me:
First, let’s talk about how everyone always talks about what a shit husband Mickey is. I am going to say this very clearly for you all to hear: MICKEY WAS MARRIED TO HIS RAPIST. OK? No he wasn’t a very good husband to her. But for fuck’s sake, why do we expect him to? He was in love with Ian (even if he hadn’t admitted it to himself yet) & he was happy with Ian. But then his dad finds out & pays this woman to rape him. Then he is FORCED to marry her. I mean Fuck! Would you be in love with that? Would you be able to sleep next to that person every night? Sit across the table from them at every meal? And on top of that, he lost the one person he did actually love because of this woman. She & Terry ripped away the only good thing he had. I might be a bitch to her too. But it’s not like she loved him either. Everyone seems to miss that point when talking about their relationship. Lana was just as awful to Mickey as he was to her. She constantly threatened him & belittled him about his feelings for Ian. She didn’t care about him anymore than he did for her.
Now let’s chat about his son & the whole “he’s a horrible father” thing. Yes, Mickey had his faults when it came to his son. But…..this baby came from his RAPE. This baby is literally a daily reminder of one of the worst days of his life. And he was expected to love him from day one. Yes he responded in a mean way in regards to his son at first, but as we know with Mickey, this is how he responds when he feels scared & vulnerable. But he didn’t stay that way. Mickey steps up in the dad department. It takes him a while but he does it. The thing is that Mickey is a victim, probably suffering with a form of PTSD, who is forced to live with the people who made him a victim. And furthermore, is expected to love them. How is that fair? We can see from the way he loves & cares for Ian that Mickey has it in him to be a wonderful partner & caretaker. Under different circumstances I believe Mickey would be an amazing father & husband.
Now the final point I want to talk about goes back to something I brought up earlier: Mickey is about the same age as Ian & Lip (we also can assume this because he goes to juvie both times meaning he wasn’t charged as an adult). Now while all this is going on Lip is somewhere around 18 to 19 & Ian is 17. That puts Mickey around that same age. So Mickey is somewhere in his late teens when he drops out of school, gets a “job”, is raped, forced to marry said rapist & becomes a dad. No wonder he is a little messed up. Lip can barely keep his shit together when Karen gets pregnant & that situation is no where near as fucked up as Mickey’s.
So in conclusion, yes Mickey is a bit of a fuck up & a hot mess. But with all the shit he went through, can you really blame him?? I think the important thing to point out is this: Mickey was always trying. He knew he had faults but he was trying. He was trying to be a good brother. He was trying to be the son his father wanted. He was trying to provide for his family. He was trying to get along with Lana. He was trying to be a good father. He was always trying. And he deserves credit for that.