#Carl Gallagher drabble

[isabelckl]

His to Keep (smut)

carl gallagher x collateral!fem!reader

synopsis: your brother was dumb enough to use you as collateral for his drug debt with Carl Gallagher. Now you’ve ended up in his house—waking up in a dimly lit room, completely alone, with no idea where you are or what he plans to do with you.

genre: smut one-shot, angst, dark romance, power dynamics, age gap

cw⚠︎: 18+ NSFW, age gap (no minors), dubcon elements, mild violence/threats, language, degradation, name callings

wc: 3.3k (one-shot) no proofread xoxo

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Your brother really outdid himself this time.

One night, he made the most reckless, heartless decision possible—he sold you to Carl Gallagher and his guys. Just handed you over like you were nothing more than a bag of groceries. Carl didn’t even blink. Took the deal immediately. Your brother had a habit of buying drugs he couldn’t afford, and this time, instead of coughing up the cash, he offered you as payment.

And Carl? He accepted.

You knew who Carl was. You’d seen him around before—heard his name whispered in your brother’s messier circles. You knew your brother had done business with him more than once. But you’d never interacted with Carl yourself. You stayed away from all that. You didn’t do drugs, didn’t hang out with people who did. You kept your head down.

But now, all that distance meant nothing.

Now, Carl Gallagher knew exactly who you were. And you weren’t going anywhere. Now, you’re waking up in a dimly lit room. Your body aches from the awkward position you must've been in. The air is heavy, thick with cigarette smoke and silence.

You slowly sit up, eyes scanning the space. It’s bare cold. Just shadows and silence. You get up and walk toward the door, heart pounding in your chest.

Before your hand even reaches the doorknob, it creaks open from the other side.

Carl Gallagher stands there. Leaning casually against the frame like he’s been waiting. Arms crossed. That smug look on his face that makes your stomach twist.

“Well hey there, sweetheart,” he says, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. “Find what you’re lookin’ for?”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. “This ain’t a hotel room, so don’t get any ideas about sneakin’ out.”

Then he steps inside, closing the door behind him. “You’re here ‘cause your brother owes me money. And since he’s too much of a screw-up to pay up, you’re the collateral now.”

He gestures to the couch like he owns everything in this room, including you. “Come on. Sit. Let’s talk about how this is gonna work.”

You stare at him, confused and stunned. Your voice barely comes out. “My brother what...?”

Carl chuckles, dark and humorless. “He sold you to me. Came up short again. No surprise there. So I gave him a choice, cash or something else of value. Guess which one he picked?”

He leans in, eyes locking with yours, cold and unwavering. “You.”

You shake your head slowly, disbelief sinking in. “I know he’s an asshole… but seriously? When can I go… home?”

Carl stops pacing and turns toward you, smirk fading into a sneer. “Home? You really think you’re goin’ anywhere?”

He steps closer, voice low and sharp. “Not until your brother pays me back. Every damn cent. And even then…” he pauses, eyes narrowing, “I might just keep you around. Never know when I’ll need another little guarantee.”

Before you can step back, Carl grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “So don’t waste your breath, sweetheart. You’re mine now. Whether you like it or not.”

You turn your head away from his grip, eyes drifting around the room. It’s a living room, technically but the guns on the wall, the locked cabinets, the tension in the air—it screams something else entirely.

You glance back at him. “Are you… a drug lord or something?”

Carl just gives you that crooked grin.

He doesn’t have to answer. Carl takes a step back, a trace of pride in his voice.

"Drug lord? No," he says with a shrug. "More like a businessman. I provide a service. People want it, they pay me. Simple as that."

He nods toward the wall lined with firearms, each one looking like it has a story of its own.

"Those? Tools of the trade. Helps keep things... orderly around here."

You watch him move to a nearby table where he casually pours himself a shot of whiskey. He drinks it in one quick motion, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and speaks again.

"This life isn't pretty. There's violence, betrayal, all kinds of nasty stuff.”

You stay quiet. You slowly nod, your eyes drifting to the details of the room just to avoid looking at him directly. There's tension in your shoulders, and you try to hide it by pretending to study the setup.

"Are you alone here?" you ask, your voice soft but curious.

Carl looks around the room like he's doing a quick check before answering.

"No. I have a few guys working for me. Keep an eye on things, handle business. They're not here right now. Probably out on runs or handling other stuff."

He leans against the table again, arms crossed. He watches you closely, and there's a slight smirk on his lips.

"But with you here, things might start shifting. Could use someone with your... particular set of talents, if you know what I mean."

You meet his eyes, your brows rising slightly. You shake your head quickly.

"I'm not interested."

Carl chuckles. It's a deep, gritty sound that fills the room.

"I figured you'd say that. But that’s alright. We’ll see how long that lasts."

He pushes off the table and starts walking toward you. His steps are slow, controlled, and deliberate.

"For now, let’s just get you settled."

He stops right in front of you. His presence feels heavy, like he takes up more space than he should.

"You’re gonna need clothes. Food. A real place to sleep. Can’t have you starving or freezing on my watch."

You glance up at him, your voice quiet. "Yeah... okay." There's something with this man that makes you terrified, leaving you not to question anything, now.

A small smile forms on his face, like he's satisfied with your answer.

"Good girl."

He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and lets them jangle for a second, but he doesn’t hand them over yet.

"Room’s upstairs. Second door on the left. There’s clothes in the dresser and toiletries in the bathroom."

He tucks the keys back into his pocket instead.

"Consider them a welcome gift. But don’t lose them. You’ll regret it."

Carl’s tone shifts again, firm but calm.

"If you need anything, you come to me. No one else. Understand?”

You nod slowly, feeling awkward. "Got it. Thank you.. You're kind for someone as..” You trailed off, not knowing whether to continue or not.

That earns another laugh from him. He shakes his head, clearly amused.

"Kind? Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. I’m just taking care of what’s mine."

Then he steps in closer again. His voice lowers, quiet and tense.

"You’re under my protection now. That means you follow the rules. No smart remarks. No games. You step out of line, we’ve got a problem."

His hand rises, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is soft, unexpected.

"But since you seem to get it, I’ll give you a pass. For now."

Carl turns away and heads for the stairs without looking back.

"You owe me," he says as he climbs. "And I always collect.”

After showing you to your room, Carl disappears into the kitchen, and the faint clatter of dinner being made fills the silence. When he calls you down with a cold “Dinner’s ready,” you find him already at the table, watching you with a dark, unreadable stare, like he’s already decided something you don’t know yet. The meal is quiet and tense. After finishing his drink, he tells you not to wander. “You wouldn’t make it to the gate.” Then he heads to the basement. Left alone, you clean up and eventually drift into a dim, dusty library. You barely have time to breathe in the scent of old pages before you feel Carl behind you. His presence is heavy and calculating.

“Find anything interesting?” he asks, his voice low and echoing slightly through the quiet space.

You glance over your shoulder as he leans casually against a shelf nearby, arms crossed and eyes sharp. He studies you like he’s trying to figure out what page you’re on before you’ve even opened the book.

“The library’s my favorite part of the place,” he says. “Always liked the smell of old pages, the quiet. Not often I’ve got someone to share it with.”

He starts pacing through the aisles, his fingers brushing along the book spines with familiarity.

“What brings you here, hmm?”

You shrug and pick up a book at random, not even looking at the title.

“I don’t know… just thought of doing something.”

Carl raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your vague answer.

“Something, huh? Could be worse. At least it’s not stirring up trouble.”

He steps closer, just enough to peek at the book you picked.

“Ah. Poe,” he murmurs. “Always had a soft spot for the twisted ones. ‘The Tell-Tale Heart,’ ‘The Pit and the Pendulum’... good stuff. Messed-up, but honest.”

He straightens and folds his arms again, eyes narrowing slightly.

“But let’s be real. You didn’t come down here to talk literature. What’s really on your mind?”

You look up at him, uncertainty tightening in your chest.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I’m still… looking?”

He chuckles, deep and low.

“Still looking. For what, exactly?”

Before you can answer, he closes more of the distance between you. His voice drops to something softer — not gentle, but more private.

“This place can be stifling. But it’s not just hallways and locked doors. If you’re curious enough, there’s plenty worth discovering.”

He leans in, his breath grazing your ear.

“Want to explore some of the more… intimate corners of the estate? Find out what doesn’t make it into the house tour?”

His hand settles at the small of your back, warm and steady, nudging you gently between the shelves.

“Say the word, and I’ll show you a side of this mansion no one else has seen.”

You glance up at him, startled but unsure why your pulse quickens.

“Intimate corners?” you repeat, your voice shaky, trying to laugh it off with a nervous smile.

Carl smiles too — but it’s a different kind of smile. One that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.

You step back, shaking your head and avoiding his gaze as you turn to the books on the shelves once more. “I have a boyfriend,” you lie, feeling a pool of heat between your legs at the situation immediately.

Carl frowns, clearly displeased by your rejection. "Boyfriend, huh? I figured you'd cling to some naive notion of love and loyalty. It doesn't matter to me, though."

Carl steps closer again, his voice low and menacing. "You're under my roof now, and my rules apply. No more discussions about outsiders or commitments. You're mine to toy with, and that's final."

He grabs your wrist, pulling you back against his chest. "Now, let's try this again. Are you going to be a good girl and follow my lead, or do I need to remind you who's in charge here?"

You look up at him, gulping before stepping back, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

His grip on your wrist tightens as you attempt to pull away. "Too bad, sweetheart. You're already here, and you're not going anywhere until I say so."

Carl yanks you back against him forcefully, pinning you between his body and the bookshelf. "Now, I asked you a question. Are you going to behave, or do I need to demonstrate what happens when you disobey?"

His free hand snakes around to cover your mouth, silencing any protests. "Shh, none of that. You're not in control here; I am. And I always get what I want."

He presses his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the hardness growing beneath his jeans. "So, are you going to be a good little slut for me, or do we need to have a little fun first to teach you your place?"

You breathe heavily as you look up at him, the dim library lights casting shadows across your face. You shake your head, reluctantly.

He tightens his grip on her wrist, his thumb pressing into the sensitive skin. "No, Mia. You're not in a position to shake your head or refuse me. You're mine now, and you'll do as I say."

He slides his hand down from your mouth to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Breathe, baby. We're just getting started."

With his other hand, he hiked up your skirt, exposing your panties to the cool air of the library. "Looks like someone is already getting excited. Isn't that cute?"

He rubs his palm against your clothed pussy, feeling the heat building through the fabric. "You want this, don't you? You want me to make you feel good, even if it means submitting to me."

He leans in close, his warm breath tickling your ear. “You're so wet,” He whispered before setting your panties aside.

You keep your eyes shut tight, body trembling as Carl's fingers grazed your bare skin. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, making you gasp softly.

He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you."

His touch was electric, igniting a fire inside you that you couldn't control. You arch into him, craving more of his attention, more of this forbidden pleasure.

His fingers dipped between your folds, stroking your sensitive skin with expert precision. "Fuck, you're so tight," he murmurs, teeth grazing your earlobe. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock."

You moan, the sound muffled against his palm. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction, chasing the intense sensations he was creating.

Carl didn't disappoint. He circled your clit with his thumb, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your knees weak.

"You like that, don't you? Getting fingered in a library where anyone could walk in and see what a dirty slut you are for me."

His words should have horrified you, but they only turned you on more. The thought of being caught, of being seen as Carl's plaything, was strangely exhilarating.

He pushes a finger inside you, then another, stretching you open. His pace was relentless, driving into you with deep, purposeful strokes.

"Come on," he coaxes, voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you come on my fingers. Show me what a good girl you can be."

Your body tense, pleasure coiling tight in your core. You were so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. But you held back, not wanting this moment to end.

Carl seemed to sense your hesitation. He increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing fast circles around the sensitive nub.

"Let go, baby," he commanded, fingers pistoning in and out of your dripping cunt. "I know you're close. Just let it happen."

With a sharp cry, you did as he said. Your orgasm crashes over you, waves of blinding pleasure radiating from your core. You convuls around his fingers, juices flooding out of you and coating his hand.

He kept fingering you through it, drawing out your climax until you were shaking and spent.

Finally, he pulls his hand away, bringing his slick fingers to his mouth. He licks them clean, savoring your taste with a satisfied groan.

"Delicious," he said, eyes locked on yours.

After Carl left you there, you felt used. Used and disgusted with yourself for letting a stranger finger fuck you in the library. You hurry upstairs, showered, hoping the hot water would wash away the remnants of your body's response to his touch. But as you stand under the spray, hands roaming your curves, you couldn't escape the way your pussy clenched at the memory.

You slept it off, but in the middle of the night, you woke up to someone eating your pussy. The room was dark, but you knew it was Carl by the way he grunts against your clit. He spreads your legs wider, pushing them up towards your chest as he dove in, tongue swirling around your sensitive flesh.

"Fuck, your cunt tastes even better than I imagined," he growls before sealing his lips around your clit and sucking hard.

Your back arch off the bed, hands fisting in his hair as he devoured you. His tongue was relentless, thrusting inside you, stroking your walls, lapping up your juices. He moans against you, the vibrations adding to the intensity.

"Your little pussy is so greedy for me," he pants, coming up for air. "Bet you've been fingering yourself thinking about my cock all night."

"N-no," you stammer, cheeks burning with embarrassment and arousal.

He chuckles darkly, "Liar. Dirty little slut like you can't get enough of my touch. I just know you're a slut who'll let a stranger fuck her the moment I saw you."

Then he was back between your thighs, two fingers plunging into your wet heat. He curls them just right, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking and licking until you are a writhing mess beneath him.

"Come for me," he demands. "Let me feel this slutty cunt spasm on my fingers again."

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, back bowing off the bed as you screamed his name. He didn't let up, fingers pumping in and out as he rode out your climax.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Carl crawled up your body. His jeans were undone, cock springing free, hard and thick. "My turn now."

He grabs your legs, pushing them back towards your chest as he notches the head of his dick against your entrance. With one brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groans, hips already snapping against yours. "Gonna wreck this perfect little cunt."

He set a punishing pace, slamming into you over and over. The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, the room filling with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans.

"Take it, slut," he growls, one hand gripping your throat. "This is what you were made for - being stuffed full of my cock."

He angles his hips, driving deeper, hitting that spot inside you with each thrust. Your pussy fluttered around him, greedy for more.

"That's it," he pants. "Milk my dick with this slutty cunt. Fucking hell..."

His rhythm grew erratic, chasing his own release. He leans down, biting and sucking at your neck hard enough to leave marks. "Fucking cum on my cock like a good girl," he commanded. "Now.”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your pussy clenching around Carl's cock like a vice. He groans, hips stuttering as he buries himself deep inside you. "Fuck yes, that's it. Squeeze my dick, slut."

He thrust through your climax, prolonging the intense pleasure. Your moans echo off the walls, mixing with his grunts.

With one final snap of his hips, he hilted himself and came with a low growl. His cock throbs, pumping hot seed into your spasming cunt. "Take it all, baby," he pants, grinding against you. "Every last fucking drop."

As the aftershocks subsided, he collapsed on top of you, still buried inside. You were both sweaty and panting, hearts racing. He nuzzles into your neck, lips brushing your skin.

"Goddamn," he murmurs, voice rough. "That was... something else."

He lifts his head to look at you, dark eyes smoldering. "I'm not letting you go now. You're mine."

He kisses you then, deep and filthy, tongue tangling with yours. You could taste yourself on him, musky and sweet. He rolled his hips lazily, his softening cock slipping out of you.

"Clean me up," he orders, bringing his fingers to your lips. "Taste how good we are together.”

....

[leeny-leens]

cw: implied childhood trauma, thoughts about committing murder

The door slams shut, the sound ringing loudly through the apartment and he flinches. For a moment, he's back in that wretched house, anger clouding his parents' eyes as they strike and strike.

The next moment, he sees you furiously wiping your face, tears of anger wetting your cheeks. Immediately, he jumps from the couch he's sprawled on, meeting you halfway in a bone crushing hug.

"Shh, 's okay, 'm right here my sweet one," he cooes, rubbing your back as you fist the fabric of his shirt angrily in your hands.

"She's so fucking mean," you sob bitterly, and he swears that whoever this person is, they will be laying six feet under soon enough.

You stand in the middle of the living room for a few more minutes, your sobs slowly dying down while his voice fills the silence, whispering sweet nothings and words of comfort.

Finally, you let go of him just enough to look at his face, eyes swollen and eyelashes wet from all the crying.

"I'm sorry for slamming the door," you croak, guilt evident in your wobbly lips and hoarse voice.

"Apology accepted," he whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead with a small smile.

"How about you go change, I'll make us some snacks and then you can bitch all about what's making you mad over some chick-flicks and off brand sweets?" The prospect of a good venting session in your comfy lounge wear significantly boosts your mood, your entire body just about melting against him.

You grab him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him into a quick yet intense kiss that is tinged with the taste of your salty tears, sighing dreamily against him.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm so grateful you're mine." You declare, finally untangling yourself from his embrace to disappear into your bedroom.

He looks after you fondly, staring at the shut door for a few moments before busying himself with the snack mission, humming the entire time, his mind on track to maximize the comfort you'll be receiving.

For the rest of the night, he holds you and lets you rant all you want, matching your energy at every step and thinks to himself that this must be the life, this is what makes all the years of hardships and pain really worth it.

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[loomiseater]

I think I wanna start writing little drabbles/imagines so can u guys send prompts or whatever

[jrooc]

Heyy can i request a fanfic where Carl gets beaten up and Ian takes care of him and his wounds since he is his older brother and also an emt ? Thank youuu

Hi Anon! This took me a hot minute but this is for you! Read the whole thing on ao3! ==/

Ian was done with his shift after a long day and grateful to be almost at the Gallagher house for family dinner.

The strap of his EMT medical bag was twisted, so he was busy adjusting it and didn’t immediately register the mayhem in front of him until he was almost tripping over it.

It was a soft groan that made him look up.

A man was lying halfway up the front steps, clearly beaten, moaning, and bleeding everywhere. Whoever it was, he was dirty and bloody and holding his ribcage in pain. Suddenly the man had Ian’s full attention.

Ian jogged the last few steps.

The man was of smaller stature and at first, the irrational part of his brain thought: Mickey. But then he registered light brown hair.

The man dropped his hands from his face and looked up at Ian as he approached.

Carl.

“Ian,” Carl moaned pathetically.

“Jesus, Carl! What the fuck,” he yelled as he skidded to a stop and dropped to his knees beside his brother.

A look of relief passed over Carl’s face before he curled back up on his side.

“Carl, are you okay?” Ian asked while quickly checking for potential spinal cord injuries. He mentally documented multiple lacerations and bruising to the face, blood coming from the torso indicating additional injuries.

“I dunno.”

Ian took a deep breath. He was a professional, just cause this was his brother didn’t mean he could freak out. Okay he was freaking out a little bit. There was a lot of blood, and sure, he’d gotten the crap beaten out of him. But it was too much blood for just a beating.

He lifted Carl’s shirt and rolled him over, examining him while Carl groaned in pain. There, on the side he had been lying on, was a stab wound. Clean in and out, it looked like, and it was pouring blood.

“Shiiiit,” Ian cursed. He opened his bag, grabbed some gauze and pressed it against the wound, shifting Carl so he was lying on his back. Carl groaned again, tossing his head back and forth in pain.

“Carl, what the fuck happened?”

“Ian, thank fuck,” he said, more coherently, like he’d suddenly realized his brother was there.

Ian reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and quickly dialled Sue’s number.

“Miss me? You’ve only been gone an hour,” Sue joked over the line as soon as she answered.

“Sue, bring the rig to 2119 South Wallace. My brother got the shit kicked outta him, need to take him in,” Ian said quickly, grateful his partner was working a double so he wouldn’t have to call it in.

“Shit. Okay, Ian. On my way,” Sue replied and hung up.

Ian refocused his attention on his brother who was watching him but didn’t look fully lucid, his eyes drooping. A black eye was turning dark quickly. Potential concussion, Ian thought.

“Talk to me Carl, what happened?” Ian asked again 

read the rest on Ao3!

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist ❞

SUPERNATURAL ;

- Dean Winchester

perv dean . . .

hate sex with dean . . .

dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble pt2 . . .

jealous silly dean . . .

passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .

dadbod!dean winchester headcanons . . .

fucking dean dumb after a looong week . . .

male reader x dean drabble . . .

- Sam Winchester

male reader x glasses!dean drabble . . .

even more hateful sex with dean . . .

sam being a total sub . . .

older reader x sam smut drabble . . .

sam with a biter bf . . .

fucking sam while he’s reading . . .

- Castiel

cas really wants to please you . . .

male reader x castiel smut drabble . . .

male reader x clingy!castiel drabble . . .

- Andy Gallagher

- Robert Singer

- Crowley MacLeod

fucking crowley on his throne . . .

- TFW

smut headcanons . . .

tfw realize you’re their gay awakening . . .

- MSLNS

male reader x destiel drabble . . .

male reader x destiel smut . . .

HOUSE MD ;

- Gregory House

smut drabble (hj) . . .

frotting with house . . .

- Lisa Cuddy

male reader x lisa cuddy drabble . . .

- James Wilson

- Allison Cameron

- Robert Chase

denying the accusations whilst taking it up the ass (smut) . . .

soft sex with chase after a long day . . .

- Eric Foreman

THE WALKING DEAD ;

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Michonne

- Negan Smith

- Daryl Dixon

gentle sex . . .

- Eugene Porter

- Rosita Espinosa

- Maggie Greene

- Glenn Rhee

- Carol Peletier

- Gabriel Stokes

- Dwight

- Simon

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ;

- Tony Stark

- Peter Parker

- Bruce Banners

- Thor Odinson

- Loki Laufeyson

- Steve Rogers

nsfw headcanons . . .

- Natasha Romanoff

- Yelena Belova

- Stephen Strange

- Wanda Maximoff

- Clint Barton

- Bucky Barnes

bucky wants you. he wants you, bad . . .

- Sam Wilson

- Wade Wilson

- Peter Quill

- Nebula

- Eddie Brock

- Matt Murdock

- Frank Castle

male reader x frank castle drabble . . . (PLOT.)

- Franklin Nelson

TEEN WOLF ;

- Mieczysław 'Stiles' Stilinski

sex with Stiles . . .

- Scott McCall

- Melissa McCall

- Derek Hale

- Allison Argent

- Lydia Martin

- Isaac Lahey

- Jackson Whittemore

- Peter Hale

- Malia Tate

- Liam Dunbar

- Theo Raeken

- Christopher Argent

MERLIN ;

- Merlin

- Arthur Pendragon

- Morgana Pendragon

- Guinevere

- Lancelot

- Mordred

- Gwaine

- Percival

- Elyan

- Leon

STRANGER THINGS ;

- Mike Wheeler

- Nancy Wheeler

- Will Byers

- Jonathan Byers

- Joyce Byers

- Jim Hopper

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

- Lucas Sinclair

- Dustin Henderson

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Maxine Mayfield

- Billy Hargrove

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

ALL; stranger things headcanons . . .

GAME OF THRONES ;

- Ned Stark

breeding the fuck outta the lord of winterfell . . .

- Catelyn Stark

- Robb Stark

- Jon Snow

- Theon Greyjoy

- Sansa Stark

- Arya Stark

- Tywin Lannister

- Jaime Lannister

- Cersei Lannister

- Tyrion Lannister

- Tommen Baratheon

- Joffrey Baratheon

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Sandor Clegane

- Margaery Tyrell

- Brienne of Tarth

- Jaqen H'ghar

F.R.I.E.N.D.S ;

- Rachel Greene

- Phoebe Buffay

- Monica Geller

- Ross Geller

- Chandler Bing

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

- Joey Tribbiani

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

HARRY POTTER ;

- Harry James Potter

- Hermione Granger

- Ron Weasley

- Fred Weasley

- George Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Luna Lovegood

- Neville Longbottom

- Severus Snape

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

FANTASTIC BEASTS ;

- Newt Scamander

- Jacob Kowalski

- Tina Goldstein

- Theseus Scamander

- Aurelius ‘Credence’ Dumbledore

- Albus Dumbledore

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE ;

- Jake Peralta

- Amy Santiago

- Rosa Diaz

- Ray Holt

IT ;

- Richie Tozier

- Eddie Kaspbrak

- Beverly Marsh

- Bill Denbrough

- Stanley Uris

- Ben Hanscom

- Mike Hanlon

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

- Neil Perry

- Todd Anderson

- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

- Fiona Gallagher

- Philip Gallagher

- Ian Gallagher

- Debbie Gallagher

- Carl Gallagher

- Liam Gallagher

- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

SPIDER-MAN UNIVERSE ;

- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

THE BOYS ;

- John ‘Homelander’ Gillman

- Benjamin ‘Soldier Boy’ Hargrove

- Annie ‘Starlight’ January

- William ‘Billy’ Butcher

- Hughie Campbell

- Serge ‘Frenchie’

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Carl Gallagher/Male!Reader Drabble

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

He's so...

You know?

Sorry I took a day off. stressful stuff is happening

M/n is so me in this fic ngl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey!" A familiar voice from inside called.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[skxllz]

Hi! If I can, I'd like to request something with Carl Gallagher and a fem reader! Can you please write about a mature and slightly stoic reader with two younger siblings, that lost their parents at a young age and she had to be the mother figure in their lives? I really like your writing and I thought you would make it a great short drabble.

(btw, the difference between the reader and her siblings is like, 2-4 years apart. Also, can the siblings be adopted by their really sweet and overprotective aunt? Thanks!)

I'm not sure if this is what you wanted anon but I'm lacking motivation so bear with me 😭

+

“ what was it like for you growing up? ” carl asked suddenly, his grey-ish blue eyes darting around amongst the night sky.

the two of you had ditched the party in your aunt's house, a celebration for your younger sister who had scored the lead in the romeo and juliet play at school, to lie out on the roof and point out different constellations. although carl didn't know shit about astronomy, you somewhat knew what you were talking about.

the question he asked arose after he explained a situation to you he remembered from when he was younger. involving his brother, some angry asshole and him taking out the guy's leg with the infamous baseball bat they keep on the stairwell of the living room. you managed a small grin from the story, but that was about it.

“ shitty. ” you replied in a short, blank tone. your stare remained on the different stars that lingered in the sky — unfortunately, not so many appeared that night, so you didn't have much to go on.

carl noticed you didn't exactly elaborate on why or how. and, even though he figured it had something to do with your parents not being around, he felt the need to push at it. would that make him an asshole? probably. but he's known you for seven months now and knew little about you, aside from the fact that you're rather... empty- or straightforward? with your responses.

let's just say, you could take shit in a way he never could. he's witnessed you getting yelled at with little to no reaction — if that were him, he'd lose it.

“ uh- ” he cleared his throat, turning to look at you with a lop sided smile. he almost seemed nervous to ask. “ how shitty? ”

you spared him a glance out of the corner of your eye. you seemed annoyed, but in reality, it was just your face- actually, you were surprised carl had the balls to ask. you knew the male was bold, he's shown that many times, but he's also been polite enough not to press into the business of your life.

you're glad he did though, in a way... you kind of wanted to tell somebody.

I mean, it's not like it was a secret. but to just get the weight off would be nice.

so with a sigh, you turned onto your side and tucked your arm under your head; balancing the weight of your head of your fist while you stared the brunette down. “ my parents died when I was little. that's why no one ever talks about them — also why my siblings live here with my aunt. ”

carl's brows shot up at this information, and his eyes slightly widened. “ oh, shit- ”

you cut him off from saying anything sympathetic. “ I had ta’ take care of ‘em when I was only ten. and, yeah I knew how to make ramen in the microwave, but I had no clue how to cook eggs. had no clue how to make acceptable meals for younger children - hell, I was reading out of cookbooks and it was confusing as fuck. ” you blinked away your frustration, ceasing the crease that began to form between your brows “ but I did it. I learned. ”

it was sad, really. listening to you rant on and on about how you had to clean up after them, teach your younger brother how to properly read because the school system wasn't shit. how you had to teach both your siblings how to tie their shoes, comb their hair on their own, prep their own meals as they got older - until finally their aunt stepped up to adopt them out. you were fifteen by then.

she took on you, as well, but you were gone by time your eighteenth birthday came around. of course you checked in with them everyday, but your aunt would always reassure you they were doing just fine and shooed you out.

“ jesus christ, y/n. ” carl mumbled, staring at you with a melted look of sympathy and.. something else. something unspecified. all he knows, it that it reminded him of his situation with fiona and their siblings - only, their parents weren't dead.

you pressed your lips together and averted your gaze to the sky again; once more rolling onto your back, tucking your arms behind your head to get comfortable. “ don't... look ‘t me like that. I'm fine, okay? that's the past. I'm just glad my brother and sister grew up alright. ”

“ but you had to take on a lot- ” carl pointed out with a frown, orbs dancing over your face in sadness. he did not want to see the girl he liked just push this shit off like it was nothing.

“ it's fine. ” you dully croaked, only to clear your throat right after. you refused to give in and tear down any walls that you've built up. “ I'm alright. ”

carl hesitated for a moment, leaning forward as if he were going to hug you- his arm lifted... but then, he lowered it back down to his side. gulping down any words that wanted to leave his mouth out of disagreement. “ alright... but I'm here for you. ”

you didn't reply at first, too caught up in your own head, but you heard him. you absorbed what he said.

and, for just a moment, a real smile lifted to your lips.

“ thank you, ” you mumbled, “ I appreciate it. ”

carl grinned, turning his eyes back onto the sky. “ anytime. ”

[blue-disco-lights]

Bingo for Gallavich Week 2024!

Remember This? is now complete! Who was into who first? We may never know. A take on season 1 if things went a little differently.

A story told in 100-word drabbles… featuring all 9 prompts from Bingo Card B 🎉 💕 TY @gallavichthings

story under the cut ↓ Thank you for reading!

Do you know what today is?

“Your brother’s an asshole, Mands,” Ian says as they walk from school, huddled together against the wind.

“Yeah, what else is new?” 

“He came to the Kash’n’Grab yesterday, stole a bunch of shit, threw fuckin’ chip dip at my head.”

“I told him to back off. No clue why he’s still hangin’ around that store.”

You know where I live if you have a problem. He bristles thinking about Mickey—his attitude, the way he got under his skin, the bruise under his eye.  

“Hey, do you know what today is?” Mandy asks, brother fogotten. 

“What?”

“Pizza bagel night. My house?” ----------------------------------- C’mere I wanna show you something

He’d never been to the Milkovich house before. There’s a lot going on. 

The Gallagher house isn’t an HGTV showcase or anything, but the amount of violent paraphernalia looming around everywhere is … distressing?

Ian’s alone when Mickey busts through the door. They lock eyes, and Ian realizes he never knew Mickey’s were so intensely blue.  

Then a whole storyline of emotions flow through those eyes - surprise and softness, to confusion and maybe fear, then ultimately rage.

“Fuck you doin’ here?” Mickey fires off. Before Ian can answer…

“Ian! C’mere I wanna show you something!” Mandy yells from the kitchen.

----------------------------------- Right, I’m leaving now.

Kiss me, I’ll cut your tongue out.

Ian shrugs, tries to blow it off. He’s not expecting romance. 

It was just a hookup. A shocking, hot, intense-as-all-hell hookup.

Mandy had passed out on the couch, Mickey had accused him of sucking at Mario Kart, Ian told him to fuck off, and… 

Now it’s over and Mickey doesn’t even make eye contact. He looks panicked, restless. Just when Ian thinks he’s about to speak, Mickey turns and leads him to the door. 

“Right, I’m leaving now,” Ian mumbles. He zips up his pants, grabs his hoodie, and walks out the door. ----------------------------------- Well, this is new.

Mickey’d made it pretty clear their hookup was a one-time thing. 

Which woulda been fine… but Ian was seeing him everywhere now. 

He’d run to the market for Fiona - there was Mickey leaning against the side of the building talking to his brothers.

He’d take Debbie to the library - there was Mickey smoking a cigarette at the adjoining playground.

Then, on a Monday, he spots the familiar figure again; slouchy jeans, ripped coat, aggressively determined walk.

“Is that Mickey Milkovich walkin’ to school?” Carl asks, peering up at Ian. “Didn’t know he still went.”

Well, this is new, Ian thinks.

----------------------------------- Sorry I’m late

Ian’s late for algebra. First, he couldn’t find his ROTC cap. Then, Mandy distracted him at his locker with a story about some girl’s eyeliner.

“Sorry I’m late Mr. Fisher,” he says, taking his seat at the back of the classroom. 

He tries to focus, but 30 minutes in, he hears sharp tapping against the window behind him.  

He leans back in his chair and peeks out. His breath catches as he spies Mickey below, hand full of rocks, standing in front of a beat-up old car.

Ian’s eyes grow wide as Mickey motions for him to come down.  ----------------------------------- Get in the car!

Ian bolts out of class when the bell rings. 

He tries to preserve some semblance of chill as he runs downstairs and out the door. 

That proves impossible when he gets closer to Mickey. They hadn’t really spoken since that day.  

And now he’s at school, and he looks so hot leaning against this mystery car, and why’s he beckoning him over anyway? Is he gonna beat him up? Does he want to hang out?? 

Mickey takes a last drag of his cigarette and breaks him out of his spiral. 

“Gallagher, chill the fuck out and get in the car.” ----------------------------------- Hey, look at me

“This your car?” Ian asks, fastening his seat belt. 

“My asshole cousin owed me a favor,” Mickey says decisively, no room for further questions. “Let’s get outta here.”

Ian can’t read Mickey’s expression. Color him an optimist but he thinks Mickey might wanna hook up again? 

They drive pretty far from school and park at the docks. Mickey turns to him and there’s a long pause until he speaks.

Ian braces himself.

“Look, we’re not boyfriend girlfriend here….”

Not what Ian was expecting. He turns away embarrassed, tempted to jump out of the car.

“No wait. Hey, look at me.”

----------------------------------- I’m a fucking delight

Ian’s got his guard up, determined to save face. “What? Not like I even asked for…”

Mickey leans in and lays a short, sweet kiss on his lips, cutting him off. He pulls back and their eyes meet.

“I was thinking we could, like, go out,” Mickey spits out so fast, Ian almost asks him to repeat it.

“Out?”

“Uh, yeah. That’s what people do, right?” he says, cocky tone returning to his voice. “When they like each other.”

Ian’s head spins. What was even happening right now?

“You think I like you?”

“Why wouldn’t you? I’m a fucking delight.”

----------------------------------- Remember this?

“Ian, where you at?” Mickey shouts through the house. 

He finds Ian in the basement, looking through yet another storage box. 

“Sortin’ through more baby pics?” Debbie asked them to pull some family photos for her wedding ceremony, and his sentimental husband was taking the job seriously.

“Remember this? Look how fuckin’ cute we were in high school. Can’t believe someone managed to sneak a picture of us into the yearbook.”

Mickey peeks over Ian’s shoulder. “Damn. No wonder you’ve been obsessed with me forever.”

“Had a good feeling about you back then,” Ian says, kissing him on the cheek.

[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

[calyxthenerd]

In all my scrolling of the shameless tag on ao3 I haven’t seen a single mom!fiona fic/oneshot so here’s an out of season Mother’s Day drabble for absolutely no reason at all:

At any given time of day there would be found some level of mayhem in the Gallagher house, which is why, when Fiona got home from work one evening and found all her siblings huddled over the dinning room table whispering, only to immediately silence themselves when they heard the door creak open, announcing her arrival, she was more than a little suspicious, which she made very clear in her greeting

“Okay, what the hell is going on?! Why are y’all being weird?”

And the rain of different excuses echoed around the house, as each kid/teenager ran off in a different direction

“I gotta get to work”

“I have a 50$ essay to finish”

“Math homework”

“I left my Spider-Man in the microwave”

As if on cue, Liam started crying from his bassinet upstairs, having the instant effect of wiping that strange interaction from the young woman’s mind, at least for the time being

———

For the rest of the week, Fiona had more odd conversations with her siblings, but each time something else demanded her attention, so she set the itch in the back of her mind aside, after all, she had more important shit to do

It all culminated when she arrived when she arrived home from her Sunday shift at the motel down on Pershing Road, finding the whole house dark and quiet, an unseen sight for the house on that particular time of day, so she naturally reached for the light switch to make sure they had paid for electric, they had, and the house was actually empty, huh, i guess I can relax alone on the couch today, she thought, and went to the fridge to get a beer, pausing at the sight of a note stuck to its’ door, reading ‘head down to the alibi, everyone’s waiting - Lip’ in her younger brother’s chicken scratch, she frowned, wondering what could’ve possessed him to take the kids to the seedy (sorry Kev) bar on a school night, guess I have to go and see, if nothing else to drag their asses back home to bed, she shrugged, walking out of the house and locking the door, just in case Frank wasn’t at the bar, warming up his usual stool, and decided to go stink up the house with the stench he never seemed to be able to shake

As she arrived at the bar, she noticed there wasn’t the usual chatter and yelling by the crowd of local drunks who frequented the place, she twisted the knob and opened the door, being faced with all her siblings squished together in the middle of the bar, a banner over their heads, reading the same as they yelled out at the sight of her

“Happy Mother’s Day!!” They shouted out, with the adition of Tommy and Kermit, sitting on their usual spots on the corner of the bar, and Kev and V, standing behind it, already pouring drinks, as the hug fest started, Lip and Ian, the first to hug her and wish her a happy Mother’s Day in a quieter tone, headed for the bar, by the time she was done hugging Debbie and gave up trying to get Carl to let her go, settling for manoevering with him under one arm as she held Liam with the other, she was fighting back tears, watching V teaching Debbie some dance steps, Lip refeering an arm wrestling match between Kev and Ian, and looking at both boys she was holding in her arms… despite all the struggles, days like this made it all worth it, she may protest it at times, but hearing how much the kids consider her their mother, it makes her so emotional

Of course, something has to happen to dampen the good mood of the celebration and dissipate her tears, in this case, that is the arrival of her dearest father

“barkeep, my usual if you please” Frank says, not even looking away from his destination, the barstool that may as well have his name on it, from how often he can be found sitting there

It’s not until neither Kevin nor Veronica move that the older man thinks to look around, catching the sight of all his offspring blinking back at him, and a banner hanging fro- oh no they did not

“What is the meaning of that thing?!” The man growls

“We were throwing a Mother’s Day party for Fiona, until you came in and interrupted” Ian spit out

“Oh you little-“ the man made to get up and lunge at his son, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him, he looked up and found Kevin shaking his head at him, making him huff and turn to the beer that was placed in front of him, mostly to shut him up

“Can you just go Frank? So we can celebrate in peace?” Lip pleaded

“You kids really want to hit the dishonoring your parents’ bingo today, huh? First disparaging your mother with this ridiculous little party of yours, and now disrespecting me with your unwelcoming attitude, you bunch of ingrates!” He grunted

Fiona locked eyes with her redheaded and blonde younger brothers and the three of them grinned, as they called out the Gallagher kid catchphrase

“Shut up Frank!”

She officially loved Mother’s Day

[rayrayor]

Hey Kat! @mybrainismelted

Here is Drabble challenge 34 , as asked.

“ You work for me. you are my slave “

Please note, GILF ( Ginger I’d Like to F@*k )

Ian was finally home after ten years in the military, two Purple Hearts, and a Medal of Honor. Gnarly chest scars and nightmares about the brothers he could not save. He was not ready to go into EMT work yet but needed routine.

Mandy Milkovich. Bestie and Beard since freshman year. Flew out to Walter Reed and held his hand, making sure he wanted to still live. Now a regular at his and Carl's apartment. Her brothers owned Kings of the Southside Ink and her brother Mickey, the star tattooist, temperamental shit and hot beyond the dirty, angry older brother who would flop on the couch and give him and Mandy crap.

He was also in need of an assistant and receptionist, and somehow Mandy talked Ian into the job. After two weeks, he understood why the position was open. The appointment book was a mess, their insta needed an upgrade, and the complimentary beverage and snack service reminded Ian of the psych hospital.

And then there was his direct boss, Mickey. Surly and sexy, the man had no filter and no boundaries. Hard working for a man you either wanted to strangle or suck off. It was also harder as his phone blew up each day with the requests, demands, and ramblings of the raven-haired thug.

He had just come back from his run when the phone vibrated.

Pocket Jefe: Hey, is the place you get coffee the place with the coffee I like?☹️

GILF: You drink it black; literally, anywhere I go has the coffee you like.

Pocket Jefe: That’s what I pay you for; how the fuck would I know which shop? I never go to any.

GILF: That’s because your ass was banned from like 9 by the shop because of your donut tantrums.

Pocket Jefe: What, you don’t care about donuts?”

GILF : Well, I am always a fan of a glazed hole.😜

Pocket Jefe:🖕🏻

Back at the shop, Mickey was beet red, grabbed his coffee, and fled to his station.

——————————

Ian was enjoying the quiet of Staples, which he knew would not last. His phone lit up with photo of a sleeve of gears  and lilies, Mickey.

Pocket Jefe:🎤 Whips and chains excite me.

GILF: Are you asking or telling me? 

Pocket Jefe: Keep up the Gallagher. Song. What’s the name of the song with those lyrics?

GILF : Ok, again, I cannot read your mind; I need a little more than your professing love of BDSM for me. Which FYI , I am a fan. You a power bottom by chance? Also, it’s Rhiana, S&M.

Pocket Jefe: Jeez, this assistant of mine makes my dick twitch.

Pocket Jefe: Shit, did I send you a text by accident? FYI, not about you.

GLIF: What text, Mick? 

Pocket Jefe: Don’t worry, your pretty head, sweetheart, just get back here, oh, and bring me a big ass snickers. 🍫

Ian smiled and filed the information he had just given away for a later date.

———————————— 

Ian had just settled after a long day of explaining to Iggy that if he did not write down appointments, Ian could not add them. He had ice cream, jacked off to a certain pair of blue eyes, and was about to watch Drag Race. He had just settled in when his phone almost vibrated off the coffee table.

Pocket Jefe: WTF, Gallagher! You asked Colin about ink?

Pocket Jefe: What you don’t trust me, that stings, man. ☹️

Pocket Jefe: I do much better scar coverage.

Pocket Jefe: not being nosy, but saw those when you changed into a skin-tight tee. This is a semi-professional atmosphere Army, not a rub-in tug.

GILF: I never asked you cause last time I mentioned your work, you were your usually grumpy prick self and threatened to stab me with your Taco Bell spork. You were watching me change; I used to charge guys to see that. So you think of yourself as my pimp? 

Pocket Jefe: Fuck you, is what I think. Enough of this touchy-feely bullshit. Enough chitchat; my appointment is running late. Can you go feed Carl Barks and Noodles for me? Oh, and get me some Pringles, a BBQ, and a pack of smokes. You know the code to my loft.👍

GILF: You know I am off, right?”

Pockey Jefe: You get off when I tell you to get off. You work for me. You are my slave. "C'mon, please.“

GILF: Fucking fine, you need me to peel you a grape too?  🤬

Pocket Jefe: I mean, I wouldn’t say no. Seriously, when you get there, just text me and let me know everything is fine. If you want to stay, we can maybe talk about a coverup piece or something.

GILF: Ohhhh, can we have pizza and a sleepover too?

Pocket Jefe: Your pushing it, keep talking back, and your going from slave to sex slave.

Pocket Jefe: Umm, damn autocorrect, sax slave, not sex 🎷

GILF: Whoring me out to Kenny G? 🥹Bummer.

Pocket Jefe: 🖕🏻

Ian grinned. He was about to get either fired or fucked; he hoped for the latter.

————————

Mickey was just cleaning up his station, and his focus was not on his big fat tip from this work.

Ian Gallagher.

He secretly crushed on the gangly redhead when he would hang with Mandy. He knew about Ian’s history as a medic and the almost-life-ending injury that ended his career. But he saved five that day, who, by accounts, should not have survived the firefight. Deep scars were over that broad chest and hard abs. The story made those scars beautiful. He was always flustered around Gallagher, but he thought he hid it well. 

His phone vibrated, he glanced, his mouth went dry, and the warm tingle went to his crotch. Gallagher sent a photo.

Tight Kings tee, a truly Godzilla-size cock trying to break out of blue boxer briefs. A motherfucking collar. And on a silver platter no less, a small whip, a chain, grapes, and a big ass tube of strawberry lube. 

A text 

GILF: Waiting for you to tell me when I can get off; may I peel you a grape in the meantime, sir? 🫦

Mickey grabbed his keys and jogged out to his car, eager to go blow Ian’s sax. 

[starry-nights-17]

Thank you @blue-disco-lights for the tag.

Can't believe that year has passed; in the blink of an eye. But what a year it's been for me, so many ups and downs. My health was a struggle at times but writing always got me through. On the flip side however, I've made so many amazing new friends and found this online community which has been so welcoming. And, in addition to all of that, I actually got to meet I&M in real life, our lovely Cam and Noel. A dream come true. Here's to hoping next year can beat that (unlikely lol)

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1. How many words have you written this year? 560k according to Ao3, which is absolutely nuts. Plus I started writing drabbles a few months back too.

2. How many works did you publish this year? 19

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits) probably "In the Fade" because it was my first time writing in the alpha/omega genre which I literally had only discovered a few months previous. And I'm pretty pleased with the result.

4. What work of yours has the most hits? Parachutes, nearing 15k which is amazing. (TY!)

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? "You've Been Served", that one comes to mind because it was just a funny, smutty piece but seems very popular.

6. Favorite title you used. I hate trying to come up with titles and still cringe at many of them. I often use songs; either directly borrowing or inspired by them. So I'll pick my first ever work, "Safe & Sound" because it's cheesy but works and is a direct reference to Mickey's favourite artist, Taylor Swift. But also, I kinda like "Circles" for its simplicity.

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? oh wow, well I use music a lot; even wrote an entire fic based around one particular artist. But I have used Taylor Swift a few times, Bon Jovi too and Katy Perry. All direct throwbacks to the show of course.

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year? Ian & Mickey

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? Ian and Mickey, shockingly. Though I just wrote a story where Lip and Mickey are friends and really enjoyed that.

10. What work was the quickest to write? I remember writing "Sweet Like Chocolate" in one afternoon, around Easter time. A recent one, "Jingle My Bells" was quick too because I'd written a drabble first and just elaborated on the existing idea then.

11. What work took you the longest to write? think "Parachutes" is my longest but "Footprints In The Snow" took some time because I had quite a lot of research to do on snow/winter sports and stuff like that.

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year? technically none cos I can't work on multiple fics at a time. I always finish one before moving to the next. But my to-do list is never ending and I've enough ideas jotted down to last a couple of years!

13. What’s your longest work of the year? Parachutes (83k)

14. What’s your shortest work of the year? Shots Fired (just under 3k)

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you? about to start a new multi chapter fic which also came out of a drabble I wrote. Features architect Mickey and secretary/admin Ian. A total smut fest. Watch this space!

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? smut and fluff. 100% lol.

17. Your favorite character to write this year? Mickey is my favourite overall. Love writing his sassy, smart mouth but equally adore writing his softer side. I generally write both his and Ian's pov. This year I wrote my first multi pov story though, featuring all the Gallagher siblings which was a bit of a challenge but fun. Especially enjoyed switching into Carls head. Oh and have to mention Iggy too, love him so much!

18. The character who gave you the most trouble writing this year? I've stayed away from writing Fiona the most because I think I'd struggle more with her character. Also wrote an original teenage character (male) so that was definitely a challenge.

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? I recently wrote Lip and Mickey as friends and that was really nice so I'd like to explore that more. Maybe Tami and Mickey too.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most? Probably "Against The Grain" cos I've an extra soft spot for it. It was like my love letter to Chicago, which I visited for Lollapalooza. Also I just love Newton Faulkner, who's music I used as the "originals" (for Ian). And I had some really sweet feedback on it which almost had me in tears at one point.

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year? 3,201. Absolutely amazing, thank you all!

22. Which work has the most comments? "Footprints In The Snow". Thank you again!

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year? no, I'm only new to the extended community and getting involved in challenges, tumblr etc. I do get ideas and help from my circle of friends though and would be lost without their support. 

24. Did you write any gifts this year? not specifically but have written some fics with particular people in mind who would be mentioned in the notes at the end.

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

I received the most amazing surprise gift ever, original artwork for "Circles", from the incredible @sweetperversiongirl It's beautiful and a true honor.

26. What’s your most common category/trope? flirting, banter, smut, fluff. I do write sexy stuff but always try to balance out with emotional/romantic stuff. I also write them as "idiots in love" quite a lot, either in denial at first and falling in love or as happy husbands in the post s11 world.

27. What do you listen to while writing? nothing, I'd get too distracted otherwise. Sometimes my dog snoring though!

28. Favorite work you wrote this year? probably "Parachutes"

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? Can't really think off-hand so I'll just go with the last lines of my most recent work, "This Could Be Our Year", considering its pretty apt.

(Spoiler Alert lol)

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"That was the thing though, the endless possibilities. The future was theirs and no matter what happened, Ian could be certain of one thing, it would be beautiful.

“You know Mick,” he whispered into the darkness, as they lay together for the last time in that bed, “I think this is gonna be our year”.  

Mickey’s head tilted back towards him, the contented smile on his face becoming visible now.  

“Well it’s about damn time Red”.  

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? that I could actually write a longer story that was almost completely smut free!

(I think literally everyone I know or who exists on here is already tagged, so hence no tags).

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Dyno's Kinktober Drabbles Masterlist

These are the 31 prompts I'm writing, complete with links to the ones I've already done

Day 1- sex toys (Ronance)

Day 2- praise kink (Jargyle)

Day 3- aphrodisiacs (Steddie)

Day 4- voyerism (Carl Gallagher x Reader)

Day 5- blood play (Spones)

Day 6- orgasm denial (Steddie)

Day 7- rimming (Gallavich)

Day 8- dirty talk (Firstprince)

Day 9- virginity kink (Metal Sandwhich CW: non-con)

Day 10- exhibitionism (sub!Steve Harrington x GN Dom)

Day 11- overstimulation (Ronance)

Day 12- spit kink (Gallavich)

Day 13- dacryphilia (Jargyle)

Day 14- collars (Mungrove)

Day 15- gags (Firstprince)

Day 16- omorashi (Steddie)

Day 17- edgeplay (Mungrove)

Day 18- cockwarming (Gallavich)

Day 19- daddy kink (Steddie)

Day 20- bondage (Gallavich)

Day 21- sweat kink (Steddie)

Day 22- knife play (Carl Gallagher x GN reader)

Day 23- pet play (Steddie)

Day 24- intercrural (Gallavich)

Day 25- somnophilia (Ronance)

Day 26- breeding kink (Stonathan)

Day 27- masturbation (Jargyle)

Day 28- cum play (Firstprince)

Day 29- free use (Jonathan Byers)

Day 30- frottage (Firstprince)

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B-C-D

thanks for allowing me to say some controversial takes LOL i'll just do shameless ones cause that's our shared fandom

B. A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Mickey and Carl. I didn't think too much of them but through cute fics (ex. this drabble by @softmick) and gifs (ex. Carl dressing up very similarly to his brothers including Mickey to school, him always supporting Mickey and Ian's relationship) I started to really enjoy their dynamic.

C. A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Lip and Mandy. A lot of people thought they deserved better, Gallaghers and Milkoviches always mix yadda yadda but I never thought they had much chemistry or bond to begin with. Mandy moving on from Ian to Lip and Lip thinking she was overbearing, Lip ignoring her most of the time and didn't even love her, and Mandy raping him just made me not like it :/ Lip is really hard to ship because he treated so many women badly lol but at least Tami wouldn't take shit from him.

D. A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Ian and Monica. Obviously their relationship is very deep and interesting but it's also flawed and broken. So the analyses are enjoyable to read but the fics aren't.

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