#carl gallagher x fem reader

[gingers-deadbody]

Hi it’s me again what about this can you write out a fanfic about Carl Gallagher who’s a cop now and instantly falls for a chick who works at Hooters?

-Nonnie

Hooters HC

Carl Gallagher x Y/N

A/N: You didn’t rlly specify so I just kinda went my own way so sorry if it’s not what you wanted. Btw I’ve never been to Hooters so this night not be very accurate. i didn’t know what to make the plot so it’s head cannons. (I also tried to make this exclusive☺️)

LET THE HC BEGIN:

Carl would probably go in after patrolling the neighborhood because one of his coworkers mentioned Hooters and he’d SURPRISINGLY never been.

As soon as he sees you taking some old dude’s order, he hopes your his waitress.

After he finds out your name and that your taking his order, he’s mesmerized.

He loves the way you smell, smile, and speak

Carl would go in every day just to learn your schedule.

You’d probably realize after the fourth day of him coming in every day and sitting in your station specially but leave it alone

yk what they say, if u assume ur making an ass of u and me (my grandma told me that all the time growing up)

On the 6th day, he’d ask you out on a date on ur next day off.

The date was AMAZING

There was a second date 😏😏😏

Y’all started taking it slow

A month into your “non-confirmed relationship” you made it official!

Carl was so proud to show off his beautiful girlfriend for everything that you were

He did get jealous bc u got hit on a lot at work 😉

But he trusts you and knows you wouldn’t cheat on him

That was it, I hope y’all enjoyed please make sure to request something if you’d like bc I’m always up for it :)

@butterflyqueen2002

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“ what's on your mind? ” you gently question, combing back the small wisps of brown hair from carl's eyes. he was gazing up at you angelically while you sat upon his lap and cradled his head to your chest.

big brown orbs blinked up at you, darting back and forth as they danced over your face. memorizing every freckle, and crease, and smile line for the hundredth time over. “ nothing... ” he sighed- only to close his eyes and tilt his forehead forward. lying it against your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the fabric of your shirt with a deep inhale. “ I just... love you, y/n. ”

a hum leaves your lips. smile of loving, graceful understanding stretching over as your nails rake up through his scalp, only to curve down and behind his ear. “ I love you too, sweet boy... ” you whisper gently, voice smooth as silk. an all too familiar warmth to your tone that carl adored. “ always will. ”

his grips tightens around your waist; fisting twisting into the back of your shirt. “ promise? ”

“ I promise, carl. ”

[thebearer]

Anything with lip Gallagher and your four babies on Christmas morning pls I’m so soft thinking about them

lip has been chain smoking in the garage all night putting their toys together. he thought boy toys were hard to put together until he had amelia and had to put a dream house together.

at least he has cookies he gets to eat.

"leave one, lip." you whisper. "take a bite out of it so they know santa took a bite."

he's rolling his eyes, but does bc he'd rather die than have that christmas magic ruined like frank and monica did. when santa came, and it was rare, it was clear it was frank. he would give it to monica that she at least tried.

on christmas morning, lip's slept a total of three hours but he's woken up by excited screeches, jumping on the bed.

you and him are drinking coffee, letting jude pass out all the presents. he always grins when one extra is in your lap, one you didn't know about. you give him a look and he shrugs.

"we said no gifts, phillip."

"c'mon," lip snorts, shaking his head lightly. "just be polite and say thank you."

you give him a soft smile, opening whatever it is this year- a small necklace with four birth stones on it that has you emotional.

[saberlight1]

i love you — carl gallagher

pairing: carl gallagher x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of abuse, trauma, arguments, fighting, hints towards past domestic abuse, standard shameless warnings.

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“I can’t give you want you deserve! I—I’m not fuckin’ enough for you! When will you realize that?!” He screamed in her face, the girl backing away.

“Carl…” She whispered, her hand going to cup his cheek, but he backed away, raising his hand in anger to wipe his face.

Her eyes widened as she flinched away in fear, her hands going to shield her face.

It was silent, as she waited for the punch to land, but it never did. Her hand slowly dropped from her face, her eyes opening, just to find Carl’s tear filled eyes staring back at her.

He didn’t say anything as he slowly wrapped his arms around her, bringing her into his chest.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, the girl burying her face into his neck, the tears now falling as she sobbed.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” He whispered. “I’m sorry for yelling. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

She only clutched the boy tighter as their previous argument was forgotten, and the only thing that mattered in that moment was eachother.

He kissed her head, rubbing her back as they stood in the kitchen, the street light shining into the room.

She pulled back, her hands going to his face as she looked at him. “I love you.”

His eyes softened, his head dipping down and capturing her lips with his own.

It wasn’t like their normal kisses.

This was filled with all of their emotions. The sadness, the anger, the love. Everything.

When they pulled apart, a small smile crossed Carl’s face.

“I love you, too.”

[cloudy-em]

Hi there! I got a request for Lip, if you don't mind 🥺

Reader is friends with either Fiona or Ian (she's the same age as Lip though), and one evening, she's dragged to the house for dinner (she's also very shy, very), so they meet and he just can't help but flirt constantly to make her blush and stutter.

And maybe later on, he hears her talking to Fiona/Ian about it, saying something like not keeping her hopes up because she can't believe he could actually like her ("no one likes the shy girl" kinda thing, I had that said to me and I need some comfort for it😂).

He basically wants to prove to her that he actually likes her. Maybe he already noticed her st school or something.

Have a good day, hun 🤘

of course!! glad to provide some comfort <3 i was the same way all from like elementary to high school so i get it! have a great day, too, thanks for the request <3

ages are pretty inconsistent in the show, but i think in season 3 he's like 18? i don't write characters when they're minors, so the reader and lip are both 18 years old and they're seniors in this! so this is set in like season 3ish i guess.

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Ian and Y/N walked through the front door of the Gallagher household. Y/N took her shoes off, following Ian to his room where they dropped off their backpacks. Even though they aren't in the same grade, they're still great friends. It started when Ian found Y/N at school one day, trying to hold herself together after being made fun of for her quiet response to a teacher's question that she had to repeat multiple times. It turned out, Ian and Y/N actually had a lot in common, and the rest was history.

Y/N wasn't over at Ian's house often. The loud and chaotic nature of his family was endearing, but she didn't quite feel comfortable enough with the other Gallaghers yet to let her walls down. Not that she was ever as loud or chaotic as the family; she was just on the quieter, shyer side, and the Gallaghers respected that.

Ian had invited Y/N over for dinner, making sure Fiona was aware. Ian and Y/N both helped her with dinner, Y/N smiling quietly to herself as Ian and Fiona laughed and joked together. They set the table, and Fiona yelled up to the rest of the family to come eat.

Frank was god knows where doing god knows what, and Kev and V were busy at the alibi, so it was just Y/N and the Gallagher kids for the night. Debbie and Carl came barreling down the stairs leaving an empty seat between them because the two had recently been arguing. Lip walked down the stairs, Liam in his arms, and helped Liam get into a high chair. He sat between Carl and Debbie, clearly sick of their argument, and sighed. Y/N was stationed between Ian and Fiona, the two she was most comfortable with. Food was distributed and everyone tried to make dinner conversation.

Y/N looked at Debbie politely as she talked about a student counsel project she was working on, trying to plan out how perfect and showstopping it would be. She smiled hearing the girl's plan; it sounded great and she had no doubt Debbie could do it. Glancing towards Lip, she noticed him watching her instead of his younger sister. There's a pause, and Lip grabs her attention.

"You look really pretty today, Y/N," he says genuinely. In response, she blushes and looks towards her lap, mumbling a thank you. Lip opens his mouth, ready to say something else, when Carl pipes up.

"Yeah! You look just like the Barbie I put on the grill earlier!" He exclaims before backtracking. "Well, you look like her before I put her on the grill. And I wouldn't grill you, you're too nice." Y/N smiled and tried not to laugh at the young boy's antics as Fiona lectured him about cruel and unusual punishment. Lip kept staring at Y/N, completely mesmerized by her shy and gentle nature. He was wracking his brain on what to say next; he didn't want to try stupid or sexual pickup lines on her. He wanted to take his time with her. He'd noticed her in his literature class in school, they both sat at the back, but on opposite sides of the room. Ian was about to kick Lip under the table for his weird behavior, knowing Y/N would be uncomfortable, but Fiona beat him to it.

"Lip, it's rude to stare, especially at our guest."

Hearing his name brought him back, and he cleared his throat. "Um, Y/N? You have Mr Harbor for Physics II, right?" he asked, curious.

"Yes, 4th period," she replied quietly. Lip smiled hearing her voice, wanting to hear it more often.

"Oh great! I have him for 6th. Do you wanna come over sometime and study together? We can work through some problems if you want, maybe do some physical experiments-" he's cut off by Carl.

"Gross, Lip, you don't propose sex in front of the family!" he yells. Lip's eyes widen.

"Oh, jesus! No no I wasn't- Y/N that's not what I meant, I- I meant just calculating projectiles with a slingshot or something, not- not THAT!" he tries to explain desperately. He really did just mean doing problems and experiments together. They're both very intelligent people, and Lip thought it was a good proposition for a subtle excuse to get to know her.

"I-it's okay, Lip, n-no worries!" Y/N felt her face and neck flush. she knew he didn't mean sex, but the idea of it made her blush. Of course she'd heard plenty of rumors around school about how good Lip Gallagher was in bed.

The meal was done pretty quickly. The family all got up, Y/N waiting until most of them left to bring her plate to the sink.

"I'll take care of the dishes, Y/N," Lip said, gently placing his hand on the small of her back. She jumped slightly, moving out of the way and nodding, heading upstairs to finish her homework. Ian follows shortly after.

Lip walked up the stairs to grab a cigarette from his desk, but paused as he caught his name.

"-and it's nice to hope for just a second that maybe, just maybe, he likes me, that he cares for me, but he doesn't, Ian! There's no way someone like Lip would ever like someone like me! He's confident and attractive and smart and girls love him! I'm just me. I'm shy and quiet and it takes me forever to warm up to people and nobody likes the shy girl," she sighed sadly. "You don't think he's trying to prank me or something, do you?" she asked Ian. Lip walked away, not realizing she felt this way.

He had to do something. He went back down the stairs, no longer set on his cigarette, rather a way to prove himself to her. He thought hard for a while, realizing it was probably just best to talk her alone. He sighed, thinking of what to say without fucking up.

Lip heard Ian yell goodbye to Y/N, and her footsteps walking towards the front door. He ran towards the front door, trying to be casual.

"Hey, I'll walk you home. Make sure you get home safe," he said, sounding more like he was making a statement rather than offering.

"Oh, um, okay. Let's go then," Y/N replied.

The walk to her house was quiet. Lip didn't know what to say. 'Hey, I've been watching you at school for the past 3 months and I haven't hooked up with anybody since I noticed you because you're all I can think about even though we've barely ever talked'? He knew he needed to say that, he just needed to find a less...aggressive way of saying it.

He walked Y/N to her door, making sure she got it unlocked. He reached out and touched her arm just as she turned to enter her house. She turned to look at him with big eyes.

"Look, Y/N. I, uh, I've noticed you at school a lot over the past couple of months, and I know you're my brother's friend, but I'd really like to get to know you better. I think you're really, really smart and you're pretty, too, and Ian talks about you all the time. You just sound like a great person and I think I have a small crush on you. I know you probably don't feel the same, but if you'd give me a chance, I think we'll get along great and we can get to know each other. Please?" He poured his heart out.

Y/N hesitated, a soft blush rising to her cheeks. "I- okay, Lip. We can get to know each other. I'm just nervous and really shy around people I don't know so I'm sorry-" he cuts her off.

"That's why we'll know each other, 'kay?" he said, gently stroking her upper arm with his thumb.

"Besides, I like shy girls."

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lip x shy!reader is one of my favs thank you so much for this request! let me know if you want more of this kind of content please!

[fuckingmilkovich]

THE OTHER WOMAN by LANA DEL REY

lip gallagher x f!reader | angst | bad ending

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❛i’m the other woman. . .not the main character❜

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YOU were doing everything for philip to make him happy; you wanted the best for him. he was your everything, the only person who wanted to be in your life. you even dropped out of school to babysit liam every day, because you wanted to show lip that his family is also important to you.

you were in love with that boy; he was your soulmate, like a missing piece from your puzzle. maybe it was pathetic, but you didn’t see how really you were treating. people are saying that when you’re in love, you don’t see the character flaws of the person you admire. and that’s unfortunately true. he was an angel in your eyes; you loved how smart he was and how he cared about his family and his friends. yeah. . .but nobody likes how lip was treating you and doesn’t give a shit about you.

his siblings especially fiona was heartbroken watching how his brother was treating you. and using your naïveté to everything that he wasn’t wanting to do, like: groceries, cleaning or taking care of liam on weekend. you were doing all of that, because you wanted him to pay attention to you and make a confession how important you were for him.

when you started to saw karen in gallagher’s house at first you thought that she was only a friend, but then you started seeing the shine in his eyes when he was looking at karen. he seemed so happy with her, happier than he ever was with you. even when you sleep with each other, he doesn’t have this kind of shine in eyes, he probably just like sex and the fact, that you have feelings for him.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ⸻⸻⸻ ❝sometimes i look at myself in the mirror, wondering why i’m not enough, why every person i have met hurt my little heart. why i’m not pretty or interesting enough, wondering when it will be my turn to be happy.❞ ⸻⸻⸻ ✯

YOU were done. right now, you are sitting on Lip’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the bathroom. you wanted to confess how he made you feel about yourself. you didn’t remember a single night when you weren’t crying yourself to sleep, or thinking about philip. you've enough; you realize that you’re destroying yourself, and you need to say stop. you were disgusted with yourself for how easily you gave him permission to manipulate you with these sweet words of his. how stupid you were to believe that you finally have someone who cares about you.

because of your relationship with philip you weren’t able to look at yourself in the mirror without crying about how pathetic you are. you don’t understand why people are like that for you, i just wanted to be happy, you thought.

when you saw a tall man enter the room, you just sighed, and your eyes started to water.

“what are you doing here?” he said, looking strangely at you.

“you don’t care about me, do you?” he lifted his brows, clueless about what you were saying. “why you treat me like shit, like a fucking toy you like to use to do your duties, and you like to fuck sometimes?”

he just chuckled at you as you frowned. “why are you laughing at me?”

“you never say you don’t want to do all this, it’s not my fault you are stupid and do everything i said.” when you heard his words, you could not believe blind you were, to not see that lip was an asshole.

“i was doing all that shit because i fucking love you!” you shouted, and he just laughed again.

“y/n. . .i would never love someone like you, you are so pathetic, y/n” he said without emotion in his voice, doesn’t even look at you.

“i love you anyway.” it was everything you can say with tears in your eyes; you weren’t lying, though. you love him, even if he treated you like shit you know that he was the only person you truly admired. you were addicted to him.

“i don’t care”

“that’s fine,” you said, leaving the room, sobbing. you know that you will always be the other woman for everyone.

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sorry for any mistakes!!

thank you for attention:))

[planetsteddie]

ᥴꫝꪮꪮᦓꫀ ꪑꫀ, ꪶꪮꪜꫀ ꪑꫀ☆

pairing(s): carl gallagher x fem!reader

summary: just fucking read it

WARNING(S)!!!: angst, short, that's all i'm saying

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On a cold night on the Southside of Chicago,  was Y/n walking toward the very famous Gallagher family. She loved that family to death. They have all been there for her through thick and thin. Especially Fiona and Carl.

Carl…her best friend, lover, boyfriend, love of her life.

Fuck she didn't know what to call him all she knew was that she loved him with her heart and soul.

They have both been best friends from the ripe age of six years old. The two were known as mentally insane when they were younger. As they grew they matured. Well, Y/n matured.

Carl may have matured but it sure as hell wasn't his brain.

(bro no hate on carl but he is immature :) )

The couple did so much crazy shit together. No matter what it was.

Fiona on the other hand…well let's just say she's like a mom and a sister in one. Iykyk.

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She had finally reached the door to her second home. Sure she had her first one but she couldn't but feel more at home there.

Walking into the kitchen, patting off the snow from her shoulders, Y/n went straight to the fridge for a beer. She took a sip as she heard the sound, BANG!

So she carefully and quietly put her beer on the counter and walked upstairs, the noise getting louder with each step. The sound of heavy breathing didn't catch her off guard, thinking it was Lip and one of his flings.

She rolled her eyes and walked towards the boy's room. Opening the door quickly she begins to say as she turns her head, " Seriously, Lip if you're gonna fuc-" she paused as she finally looked.

Not seeing Lip, but seeing a bunch of curly hair splayed on the lap of her boyfriend. It was Dominique and…Carl.

It was sad to say that she was expecting it. I mean it always ends up being her no matter what, but that couldn't stop the pain and heartbreak that struck her heart.

Seeing the two scramble and gather their clothes as she stands there with teary eyes. Turning around that bitch quickly runs past her with a smug look. She huffed, rolled her eyes, and shut the door.

As the door shut, all Y/n did was stare Carl down. He looked down at his feet.

"Why?" she said with a weary voice.

He just shrugged. He didn't know. Dominique treats him like shit while Y/n makes him feel loved. She's been there for him through all of the hardships since they were kids.

She shook her head, "No! You're not answering the goddamn question, Carl."

He stood there silent with a look of bewilderment on his face. The tears fell freely down her face, "Why do you always go back to her?" she whispered.

Once again no answer...

For once she wished he would choose her but he never does and probably never will. All she can do is hope.

"I don't know."

The girl can't help but scoff at the pathetic excuse of an answer. "I don't know doesn't answer my question so again why?"

"I'm so sick and tired of you choosing someone else over me. I have been there through everything but to you I'm nothing. Apparently, you could give less of a shit about me or how I fucking feel."

She just wanted him to love her as she does him. He does but it's Carl...he doesn't know how to tell her that.

"I swear to god, Carl. If you don't fucking spill I will walk out that door and I will not come back. If you're not gonna fight for this relationship then I'm not anymore. I am sick and tired of losing to everyone. I just wanted you to choose me and love me..."

She looked at him with wide pleading eyes, waiting for him to say anything to stop her from walking out the door. e

He tried but couldn't quite get the words out.

"but I guess I was wrong."

After that was said she left the Gallagher household and walked out into the cold winter night. Leaving a crying Carl back in his room regretting and wishing he had said something.

Tears trailed down his face. He not only lost someone he loved but he also lost his best friend.

Wet tears trailed down the girl's face in the cold night as she walked home. She couldn't help but feel relieved in a way. She no longer has to feel the burden of not being enough for someone to pick and choose.

The girl couldn't help but cry even after feeling a sense of relief. She lost her best friend, lover, boyfriend, and love of her life.

It all came down to that one day someone would finally choose her, and love her only.

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omg it's soo bad

i just really wanted to get something out...again I'm so sorry for going completely MIA I was sick with a little something that authors get (well most authors...i think)

i like to call her...procrastination

it's been sitting in my drafts for fucking decades

love you guys </3

[gingers-deadbody]

I think that Carl loves when you remember the little things bc no one else in his life really did or had the time for that. His face will light up and a smile will appear immediately if you remembered the smallest thing that he’s mentioned to you once.

Idk I felt bad for not posting very recently so here’s this.

I might delete bc it’s so random

[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 😭

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“ 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. ”

[thebearer]

lip gallagher with baby mia when one of the boys accidentally hurts her while they’re playing🥺

"How long you think they'll stay out there?" Lip rasped, hands smoothing down your waist, your hips.

"Hm," You sigh, leaning back against his chest, his chin hooking over your shoulder. "Probably not long enough." You grin.

Lip presses a kiss to your shoulder- inviting. "Think we could make it quick." Lip muttered, hips flush against yours. "Just bend over f'me, I'll be real quick-"

A screech, high pitched and urgent had you both stilling, every parental atom in your bodies halting and jumping with alarm. Lip looked out the window over the sink. Jude, Freddie, and Ronan all standing in a half circle over Amelia.

"Shit," Lip muttered, bounding out the back door towards the kids. "What happened? What's goin' on?" He demanded, looking at his boys with a stern glare.

Amelia sobbed, big tears that streamed down her cheeks, hands and knees skinned and bleeding. "What happened? C'mere, Mia." Lip cooed, picking up the four year old, holding her to his hip.

All three of his boys stared at him, unmoving, a little guilty. "Hey, I'm not askin' again." Lip snapped, firm and commanding. "What happened? How did your sister get hurt?"

You came down the steps, a wet cloth in hand, just in time to see Ronan start to crack. He was your baby, never very good at lying, especially to you.

"Oh, Mia, what happened? Are you ok?" You cooed, running a hand down her messy curls. "Roanie," You looked at your youngest softly. "What happened? Did she fall?"

"Yeah," Jude said before Ronan could answer. "She-She tripped."

"Ronan," You hummed. "Did your sister trip?"

Ronan fidgeted under the looks of you and Lip, unsure and nervous with his brother's beside him. You and Lip knew better, knew that one of them got too rough and pushed her.

"Jude pushed her." Freddie rolled his eyes. "Jude just own up to it. You're gonna get us all in trouble." He muttered.

"I didn't mean to!" Jude snarled, diving at his brother to smack him in a way that contradicted his opposition. "She wanted to play with us, and-and she got in the way!"

"Yeah? You're supposed to be careful." Lip tried to contain his irritation. Jude was a kid, they all were, only seven. "You're not 'sposed to lie to us either. What'd we say about that?"

"It's not fair!" Jude whined, shoulders dropping in a fit. "You make us play with Mia, and she doesn't even know how to! She cries all the time!"

"Hey," Lip snapped.

"Jude," You pressed a hand to Lip's arm soothingly. "You just have to be a little careful with her, ok? She's still little." Jude bristled with anger, lip jutting and face scrunching- he looked just like Lip. "And Mia, when the boys are playing, you need to get out of their way, ok?" You turn towards your youngest.

Lip glares at you, hugging Mia closer to his chest. You fight back an eye roll, he babied her so much- so soft now.

"Take her inside. I'll get the first aid in a sec." You mutter to Lip, nodding towards the door. "C'mere, Judie." You coo, pulling the sulking, young boy close.

"I know you don't like playing with your sister all the time, but thank you for including her." You whisper, your forehead against his. "She loves playing with you."

"I know." Jude sighs, breath a little shaky. "She just... She gets in the way, Mama."

"I know." You hum, hand stroking down his curls. "Just let me know next time, ok? You don't push people down."

"I didn't mean to." Jude whined. "She was in my way."

"Still," You countered. "You don't push. Tell her to move, and if she doesn't, come get me or Daddy, ok?" Jude nods, still a little pouty. "Ok, go play. You guys have about an hour then it's bath time." You announced, pressing a kiss to the top of Jude's head, before the three boys scattered back out to play.

Lip had Mia in his lap, rocking her soothingly while he tried to wipe away the dirt. He was so gentle, holding the cloth to her hands and pressing kisses to the palms. It made your heart burst.

"How's it look?" You ask, reaching under the sink for the First Aid- with four kids, it was always stocked.

"Just scraped." Lip muttered. "Think it just needs Neosporin and some bandaids."

"Does it hurt, baby?" You ask Mia, frowning lightly at her quivering little lip.

"Yeah." Amelia nodded, curling into Lip's lap. "I fell'd, and-and hurt my hands and my knees, Mama." She lisped, rubbing her wet eyes.

"I know. Daddy's been taking care of you, though, hasn't he?" You coo, pulling the Neosporin out. "Here, this will make you feel better, ok? Let Mama put it on."

"Burn?" Mia asked, pulling her hands back frantically before you could put the cream on. You'd had to use peroxide on a cut for her a few weeks ago and she'd screamed at the burn. Now she was terrified all medicine would burn.

"No, not burn. You won't feel this one at all." You hum, slathering her little scrapes in Neosporin. "You wanna pick out your bandaids?"

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Love Lost - Part 2 (Fiona Gallagher/Reader)

Summary:   Meeting Fiona was a whirl wind of emotions. Leaving her was something you regretted but didn't have a choice in doing. When an injury sends you back home you are reluctant to see her again. Especially with Steve/Jimmy back in the picture. You cannot guarantee her happiness so why ruin it by coming back into her life? Loving from afar is all you can do...  

Warning: Illusions to Suicide, Past Violence Resulting in Injury, A lot of angst

Fiona knew where to look after checking all the usual hangout spots. She made her way to her old job at the sports bar. Looking through each alleyway on the way there she finally gets to a spot. When looking she sees a body laying behind a dumpster.

You are nudged awake by a foot and look behind you from your laying position. "We aren't your fucking charity case!" You know that voice and you smile. "Hey Beautiful..." You say grunting while sitting up. "Get the fuck up!" She shouts and you sigh and turn to face her.  When you do this, she gasps. "(Y/N)..." "Not as pretty as before huh?" You say with a sad chuckle. "W-What are you doing here? You should b-" You shake your head. You recognize the quiver in her voice, and it breaks your heart. "I have nowhere to go Fi..." You say with a laugh. "Why the fuck are you laughing!" She shouts and paces away. "You should have come ba-" "Would you have let me in if I did come back home?" You ask and she stays silent. "I didn't want to burden you... And plus you have Steve..." Fiona turns around with a hurt expression. "I'm not mad..." You say and sniffle. "After the last time I didn't expect you to wait for me... You're happy and that's all I wanted..." You say with a teary smile and lean against the wall sliding down. "Why are you always trying to play the hero!" She shouts. "Why are you doing this for us! Why give us your compensation." "You know why my love..." "W-What about your happiness? You don't need to do this!" "It doesn't matter if I'm happy Fiona!" You exclaim. "It matters to me that you and all those lovely kids are fed, warm, and safe!" You say as tears slip past your cheeks. "You are fucking deaf in one ear and missing a limb! How do you expect to survive with no money!" "Its doe-" "It does matter (Y/N)! It fucking matters!" While this is all happening footsteps coming from the mouth of the alleyway. " It really doesn't Fi... I don't matter... At least to not anyone important." Fiona crouches in front of you and picks up your chin to look at her. "I love you so much Fiona... It's like I can't breathe without you!" "(Y/N)..." "Nothing else matters. You, the kids, V and Kevin... You ar- were my family." You sniffle. "Thinking of you guys and the kids letters were the only thing that kept me going." Fiona is rendered speechless as you talk. "Giving you that money was showing my love from afar.... If I did that one last thing, I could die happy." You say with a sob. "Die happy? One last thing? What do yo-" Fiona suddenly looks to your side to see a handgun laying on your duffle.

"No... Baby no..." Fiona begins as her face becomes wet with tears. "I was working up the courage to do it... I wouldn't be a burden anymore... This..." You say wiggling your stump. "...and my heart wouldn't hurt anymore." You cup her face with your good hand and she surprisingly leans into it cupping that hand with her own. "I never wanted to hurt you! I never wanted to leave! I lo-" You are cut off by her kissing you. You sob into the kiss and move your good hand into her hair pulling her closer. She grips onto you as if you were her life line. Her tongue swipes your bottom lip and you immediately allow her to enter. Your tongues fight passionately and Fiona crawls into your lap straddling you. Suddenly there is a cough and you both pull apart. You both to see a man with brown hair and blue eyes holding baby Liam. He has a hurt expression on his face. Accompanied by him were the kids, Veronica and Kevin. You let out another sob when you see them. Fiona jumps off your lap and runs up to the man. That's when the rest of them run to you. You cry out in happiness as they pile themselves on you in a hug. You kiss everyone's forehead ignoring the throbbing pain from you arm. Kevin lets go first and takes the gun putting it behind his back in his waistband. "I have missed you all so much!" You cry. and they all latch onto you for a while. "So, you lost an arm?!" Carl exclaims and this causes you to laugh when Debbie scolds him. You take off your hat so they can see your missing ear. "Cool!" Carl says but this sight seems to bring tears to the rest of them. "You can touch it... It doesn't hurt to much just be gentle." You say turning your head and Carl gently touches it. You scream which in turn makes them scream and you burst out laughing. Veronica out of habit smacks you on the bad arm and you let out an "Fuck ow!" and she immediately begins to apologize. You smile and sigh. After all this you can hear an argument from the mouth of the alleyway and the man stomps away but not before handing Liam over. You sigh. "That was Steve wasn't it..." You say and they all nod. "Shit... This was the last thing I wanted to happen..." Debbie is the last to let go and she holds your hand. "Were you really going to kill yourself?" She asks her voice quivering. You stay silent for a moment then nod. "I didn't want to be a bu-" "You're not a fucking burden now quit saying that shit!" Lip exclaims.

All of them help you stand up and you stumble with a laugh. Veronica wraps an arm around you and kisses your forehead. "You can stay with us right (Y/N)?" Debbie asks and you look over to Fiona whose head is hanging low cradling Liam to her chest. "She won't let me stay Debs... I can't just drop in on you unannounced." "Yeah, well you kind of already did that bullshit to me..." Kevin says as he picks up your duffle bag and whatever else was on the ground. "Yeah... I'm sorry about that..." You mumble and Kevin pats you on the back with a soft smile. "Don't worry about it." He says and you look over at Fiona. "I ruined everything." "You didn't. They weren't really doing well to begin with." Debbie mumbles. "That doesn't matter right now. Lets get you home..." Lip says wrapping an arm around you and guiding you out of the alley way.

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ELAYNA’S WRITE LIST:

MARVEL:

STEVE ROGERS

HELMUT ZEMO

KRASINSKI!REED RICHARDS

JACK THOMPSON

STRANGER THINGS:

BILLY HARGROVE

JASON CARVER

STEVE HARRINGTON

KNIVES OUT/GLASS ONION:

RANSOM DRYSDALE

MILES BRON

GREYS ANATOMY:

MARK SLOAN

TOM KORACICK

DIVERGENT:

ERIC COULTER

THE HUNGER GAMES:

FINNICK ODAIR

DAISY JONES AND THE SIX:

BILLY DUNNE

THE OFFICE:

JIM HALPERT

ROCK OF AGES:

STACEE JAXX

THE BOYS:

SOLDIER BOY

HOMELANDER

SHAMELESS:

CARL GALLAGHER

MORTAL KOMBAT:

JOHNNY CAGE (MK11 both versions & MK1)

KURTIS STRYKER

**ALL WORKS ARE X FEM OR X GN READER**

**MOSTLY ONESHOTS, WILL BE INDICATED IF A SERIES**

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PAIRING: carl gallagher x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: angst? mostly fluff SONG INSPIRATION: there for you by martin garrix WORD COUNT: 748

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it had been well past dark when you got the call. carl’s words coming out frantic and rushed. this would happen on occasion, he felt the most comfort talking to you about his problems, thoughts and feelings.

as of late he had been drifting from you doing god knows what, whatever it was — it distanced the two of you. it hurt you, cut deep.

you were always connected at the hip ever since you had started high school. carl had taken an interest in you almost instantly, it started with him sitting at the other end of your empty table at lunch, a greeting of a small nod, turned into a wave and more.

it wasn’t hard to fall in love with carl, whatsoever.

it made it easier as he’d make sure no one messed with you in school,

as he’d walk you home to make sure you were safe even though you lived down the street from him.

even helped him with studies after juvie.

you wrote him every single day, not knowing if he would write back or even care.

he did.

he’d never let you know but he had saved each and every note that you sent to him in a little box under his bed, carl knew no one would ever go under there so it was his little secret.

fiona was beyond grateful for you. not just for looking out for carl, but for when you’d offer to babysit liam or help out with some chores around the house.

you were basically part of the family. being there every single time monica decided to turn up and do a shitty job of parenting then flunk off when it didn’t go to plan.

holding carl as he cried in your arms everytime, until the day when she passed and it was time where he had to finally come to terms with it all.

the point is, you had been through a lot with him so whenever you’d get a call no matter what time or day you’d pick up.

this had been one of those times.

“i-i’m sorry for calling, i k-know that i’ve not been in touch lately and i was so stupid for not c-calling you sooner — b-but i need you.”

with that said you ended the call, throwing on your slippers — crawling out of your window and making a run for the gallagher's front door.

you didn't care about the chance of someone seeing you running down the street in your pyjamas not like it'd be the weirdest anyone would see around here.

sliding to a stop as you arrived at the house, he was sat on the bottom step, head in his hands.

"oh carl..."

gasping as you saw the stitches in his forehead, instantly running over and grasping his face in your hands checking him over asking him a thousand questions at once.

but stopping mid sentence when you notice the tear stains on his cheeks - as his bottom lip wobbled at the familiarity of it all.

"im s-sorry for calling you so late-" his apologies were cut short as you pulled him into a hug. he sobbed into your shoulder, eyes tearing up as you feel him collapse into your touch.

sitting down where he had sat previously not letting go of him in the process.

carl's hands dug into the soft material of your shirt as his sobs turned to sniffles.

he pulled away just enough so you could see his face, letting you gently wipe away his tears.

“do you want to talk about it?” the only response you got was a shaken head.

“well if it helps i’ve missed your dumbass.” punching his arm lightly before leaning into his side, listening to the sound of your light breathing and dogs barking in the distance.

“'missed you too, it’s been too long since i last saw you.” you just gave him a slight nod as the sadness takes over you and a frown replaces your smile.

you and carl decided to make your way to 7/11 to get slushies, catching up as you walked home hand-in-hand, bumping each others shoulders as you walked down the path to your house.

slipping back into your window, bundling up under the covers.

carl laying on your chest, you stroking his hair lulling the both of you into a deep sleep.

you’d decided that you wouldn't let time come between the pair of you again.

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