You and Carl have been best friends since childhood, when you were still terribly messy kids. You practically grew up at the Gallagher's, you were next-door neighbors, and when you weren't there, you were at Alibi's with your parents, Veronica and Kevin. You were with him at all times, at least the most important ones. And some it was you who made them come true, like his first French kiss behind school.

You were the first one Carl liked, that's why you were such friends, he really liked you a lot. You were the first one who aroused something in him, sexual or not. And for that, you were the one chosen for his first kiss, his first dance performance at school, the first one he ran to with a can of vegetables with a hundred thousand dollars in it, and you buried yourself in some wild terror. Your favorite weapon was delivered to you in the school bathroom. And the first woman, except Fiona, who saw him when she got back from juvie.

You guys had some disagreements when he came back saying he was black and forcing a ridiculous black accent, acting like a sick gangster. The braids in his hair almost made you kill him. His mother scolded him immediately. He was someone else, not the Carl you knew but who knew he was there, somewhere, but he was. But you couldn't stay away from him long, and within two weeks you were talking normally.

Or the first person he asked for love advice when he started to have feelings for Dominic, he did everything for her, but unfortunately it wasn't enough. She betrayed him and contracted gonorrhea, the sages say: karma is like a kick in the ass. You were the one who took him in, and then went with him to take a test, where he discovered that he didn't have the disease, and the certainty that she betrayed him.

You were the first one he ever told about his shitty parents, not that you didn't know, you lived with him. But it went deeper, he told you how he felt about Monia's death and how he felt like a failure for years, especially after what happened to G-Dog, but you brought him back to who he always was.

And shit, those damn words almost made you choke on the beer you were drinking. "Back to life," what did he mean by that? What were you to him anyway? That was a question you didn't mean to ask. You two have always been best friends, both of you have always prioritized friendship above anything else, you didn't want to risk it and end up losing your love.

You were at his house now, lying on his couch missing him. It's been almost five days since you've seen each other, even though you lived within meters of each other. "Hey Mom. I'm going to Gallagher's!" you yell, she yells back saying it's okay and that she's going to be on Alibi. You leave the house wrapping your headset around your cell phone, shoving your hands in your sweatshirt pocket.

You look around and see no cars, it was a cloudy and relatively cold day. You walk down the sidewalk taking the few steps to Gallagher's house, and surprisingly you still haven't heard any screams, groans or anything breaking. You jump the playpen at the house, sell a Frank passed out - or not, sleeping or dead on one of the stairs. You ignore that old junkie shit and head upstairs ringing the doorbell.

The door is almost always open, but you don't think it's polite to walk in without knocking, especially not to find someone fucking on the couch or in the kitchen. The door is quickly opened by Lip, who has wide blue eyes, but he relaxes as he recognizes you. "Fuck, I thought it was the social worker." she whispers in relief "Hey girl. What are you doing here?" he asks giving you space to enter, so you do.

"I came to torment C-Dog." you say smiling, he laughs with a cigarette stuck to his lips. "Right." he sits on the sofa. "Where are the rest of the staff? This house is insanely quiet and it makes me wonder if no one is drugged or dead." you say, Lip laughs puffing out his cigarette. "No, no. Debbies is out with Franny, Fiona is at the diner, Ian is probably fucking some gay guy and Liam is in school."

"Uh…I thought things between Ian and Mickey were serious." you talk, Lip shrugs. "They're coming and going because of their bipolarity." "Got it. I'm going up." you say starting up the living room stairs, Lip nods turning on the television. You walk down the hall really seeing the empty rooms, you go to Carl's and give a few rings, nobody comes to open it and you don't hear anything.

Then, slowly you pull the doorknob covering his eyes, an immediate action upon entering his room since you found out he slept naked sometimes. You enter the room one finger at a time until you are sure there is no one in the room. "Y/N?" a hoarse voice comes from behind you, and you jump in fright. "Oh shit Carl. You scared me!" you gasp putting your hand on your chest, he laughs walking into the room.

He rummages through your clothes thrown across the bed so you don't know which ones are dirty or clean, and just then you notice a white towel drapes around your hips. Leaving his luscious abs showing, it was a fact that Gallagher came back a hundred times hotter from jail, you'd admit that yourself.

You grab a random playboy magazine from under his bed, throwing his body on the bed you cross your legs opening the magazine as he changes. Even though you've seen each other almost naked a few times, or else in your underwear and panties and bra several times, you respected your privacy. You flip through the pages of magazines, naked women posing or wearing costumes.

"Wow, that's hot." you say smiling, Carl looks at you without understanding. You turn the magazine over to him "Oh, she is." you notice that he has his legs covered by sweatpants, my biceps are still uncovered. You return to the magazine, pushing away any inappropriate thoughts. "I'm dressed. What are you doing here?" he asks sitting next to her on the bed. "I was bored and I have a best friend living next door to me so…" he laughs, pinching her ear. "I understand. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, man. We can do whatever you want but I'm honestly really hungry so I'd like to stop by Paty's first." you say closing the magazine. "Right." he smiles, you roll your eyes around his extremely disorganized room. "God, Carl. Did you know Fi has a laundry basket in the hallway? Or you could start washing them then." you turn up your nose when you smell one of his shirts.

"Ah... mind your own business girl!" he exclaims smiling and ruffling your hair, you shake your head. "Fuck, let's go to Paty's before I end up eating you." you sigh, feeling a knot in your stomach, Carl looks at you slyly "Oh no! Shit no! Carl fuck you!" you exclaim, closing your eyes tightly, denying it, but - I would like to - was what crossed your mind.

"Wow, ok. I thought you thought I was super hot and all..." he laments pretending to be offended, putting his hand to his chest. "Oh yes- yes you are. I just-" You can't find the words, he laughs with his total fishy face, not even able to think. "I understood. I'm just playing with you. Come on babe." he says laughing and pulling your shoulders to walk with him, you laugh but you're still extremely embarrassed by it.

"Hey, Ian!" Carl walks past him, Ian ruffles his hair. "Hi guys, and hi Y/N. I haven't seen you in like a week?" Ian says it more like a question, you nod. "And Kevin, have you recovered from your vasectomy?" "Yeah, I had to take some time off after I saw Frank fuck a homeless girl in the kitchen." Ian laughs loudly, throwing his head back in the chair. "I swear, it was 'fucking traumatizing!' you laugh along with him, Carl laughs at both of you. "Where are you going?" Ian asks with a beer in his hand. "Paty's, and then some Chicago alley." Carl responds. "beauty." Lip goes upstairs.

Carl walks to the front door, you stop him. "I think we'd better go around the back. There's a Frank passed out in your driveway." you say sarcastically, Carl rolls his eyes. "Fuck that old man." he says walking to the kitchen door, you follow him with a smile on your face.

You walk in front of your house, the truck is still in the driveway. "Do your parents really let you drive?" Carl asks as you turn the keys in the door. "Hm, no. Ve says I might get hurt, but Kev doesn't care. He thinks it's radical!" you say excitedly, Carl smirks at you.

"Too badass. I drive Fiona's car sometimes, it's nice." he comments, you two get in the car sitting on the seats. "Yes, it is. When I get my license, I'm going out at dawn with you to all the car races." you say smiling, which makes Carl smile as he remembers the things you guys did to make it to the city limits for the damn clandestine races. "Uh, great. I really don't want to have to bike to the end of Chicago."

"Right, right." you chuckle at it "Just a year to go or maybe two..." "Sixteen is the new seventeen." he says, you nod turning on the radio. "Birthday Sex" blasts through the loudspeakers, you and Carl singing the lyrics perfectly as if you were at a live show. In fifteen minutes you were already in Paty's, you park the car just before the entrance to the store. Carl walks out the door normally and you jump out of the truck, the two of you enter the diner.

You move to one of the tables facing the street, Carl follows you and you sit opposite each other. A knowledgeable attendant comes to you. "Hey guys, can I take your order?" she asks smiling, you take a good look at the menu even though you know it like the back of her hand. "Hey fely! An x-bacon with double fries and a coke. Please" Carl says, Felicity writes it down on paper. "What about you, Y/N? The same as always?" she asks still with a smile on her face, you think for a moment. "Hm... Same as him. And pancakes. With honey, lots of whipped cream and strawberries. Please." she notes. "Yes, someone had come to serve them." "Thanks." you both say thanks, she leaves to take more orders.

You two look at each other but don't say anything. You start snapping your fingers. "So…what have you been doing?" Carl asks breaking the silence. "The usual. Taking care of the bar, the twins, studying and sleeping. No big deal." you shrug your shoulders. "And have you been seeing anyone? Like a hookup?" you shake your head "No. Nobody. And you?" "Nobody either. But I like a girl." he says low, you're a little surprised. "Oh good Carl. Who is it?" "A girl over there, you don't know..." "Okay. Can you tell me about her?"

"Well, she's quite outgoing. She likes games and has questionable taste in music. She loves riding her old skateboard." he tells you the details, you laugh at the last remark. " She's a good girl so then. I'm happy for you, asshole." you run your hands through his hair, ruffling his strands. "Yeah, she is. She's pretty pretty too, like, awesome." You nod, seeing one of the waiters come with their orders. He puts it on the table, you thank him with smiles. You quickly pick up your burger and bring it to your mouth, taking a big bite.

The incredible taste of the fried bancon, the melted cheese and the grilled meat had you moaning in satisfaction. "Oh, God. This is fucking better than a blowjob!" you exclaim, Carl raises an eyebrow at you. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob in your life?" "No. But I got blown, and I'm sure I say this is way better." he shakes his head laughing, you notice the little bag of ketchup being poured into his burger, you frown at that sinful act. "Bro, are you really using that red sauce in a x-bacon? That's like a crime in Italy, man." you say taking another bite of yours, Carl throws the empty ketchup bag at you.

"Fuck Italy and its pizzas without ketchup! We're in America." he grumbles, you laugh. "That fucking is a godsend honey, there's no reason not to use it." "Uh, ok. At least you know Italy is not an American country." you mock him, Carl looks at you like you've said the most shocking thing in the world, the boy throws two potato in your face. "Hey you shit! Don't throw that at me." you exclaim, an elderly couple next to you complains about the noise. "Can you guys not scream or throw your cockroaches? Shitty ghetto teenagers. They don't know how to behave anywhere." the old woman mumbles the last sentence.

"I'm sorry gentlemen." you smile falsely at they, looking at Carl who was laughing hysterically. You shoot him a death glare. "Old bastards. I'm going to make these fags eat dust." you claim looking at your delicious pancakes. "But I'll get this over with first" "Yes you will." Cal says still laughing.

You finish quickly and compete with Carl to see who eats the most pancakes in the least amount of time, you obviously win with 7 pancakes in two minutes, but Carl is a good competitor with five. You both laugh when you notice that his lips are full of whipped cream, and so is the tip of his nose. The old people from before complain again, saying that you are noises. "Enough. I'm going to make this old woman hear some truths. Shitty South Zone bitch!" You get up from your desk, reaching into one of the pockets of your shorts, placing some bills on the table.

Carl too, with his wallet in his hands. "I pay." you two say together, laughing then. "Hey big boy, I pay. I brought you here, it's ok but next time it's you." you threaten with your lower finger pointed at him. "Right." "Now C-Dog, stand there and watch me fuck these old men." you tell him you're close to the exit. "Oh, go for it girl." he whispers to you, who gestures with your hands to him following you to the elderly couple's table.

"Hey good afternoon." you smile sympathetically sitting next to them. "What you want?" the woman asks arrogantly, looking you up and down. "Ah...no big deal. It's just that I actually heard you complain about me and the boy with me, I had to come here." you say sadist, eating a potato of them. "So what, girl?" She rolls her eyes. "It's just that I was a little hurt, you know? I thought you were pretty, that's fine for such an old age. But then you opened your little shit mouth, saying really prejudiced things. And I thought, I should punch some respect in this bitch." you wink at her, the lady looks at you with a hateful expression. "So, here's my darling lesson."

You pick up your glass of soda, you take a few sips, and then you spit the drink back into the glass. You smile at her before slowly pouring the coke under her head. She starts screaming getting the attention of customers calling you a ghetto rat. "Go back to the south side, motherfucker!" you exclaim, spitting in your food, standing up and feeling Carl proud stares at you. Fiona comes up to you, you think she's going to scold you but you're surprised when she applauds you. "Aren't you angry? Those customers with money never came back here." she denies smiling. "No, really. You did me a damn favor, I hate those old men, they always come here and complain about the food or my people."

"Oh, that's great then!" you smile, she nods throwing a cloth over her shoulders. "We left the money on the table, Bye Fi!" Carl yells opening the front door, she yells back an "ok" you walk out of there with you feeling insanely good. "Girl, I fucking worship you! You fucked with them." Carl exclaims jumping up and down, you laugh at him. "It's no big deal. It was deserved." you get in the car, and you start it. "Certainly." he says putting on his seat belt.

You start the pickup. Carl doesn't stop looking at you for a second, especially his hair flying in the wind invading the car through the windows. He's totally mesmerized by you, and seeing you defend him in a way has only made him more in love with you than he is. He was sure you were an amazing woman when you told him you faced men who were harassing you, but he was even more sure now, seeing your enviable posture up close.

That was the thing you loved most about Carl and that he admired most about you. You two wouldn't let anyone say shit about you, or whoever was important to you. It could be the biggest truth in the world, but the Gallagher's don't let anything go unnoticed. You had a trust that he sincerely always wanted to have for him, Carl was always a bully, stealing food and hitting some carusos when necessary. But you did even worse as a kid, and it's not something you're proud of, but you were just a kid angry about not being adopted.

And when Kevin and Veronica adopted you and welcomed you into their home, things changed, but there are things that don't change. "Where you want to go?" you ask, Carl blinks a few times. "I don't know... maybe in that abandoned terrano of the Díaz's? I heard that there are some people from our school going there to smoke and skip class."

THIS (angsty) GALLAVICH ONE SHOT PICKS UP ELEVEN DAYS AFTER 9x06 ENDING SCENE

NOTE: Shameless 9x06 happened two weeks ago and my mind is still there.I just can't get Gallavich out of my head. Because, yes, i loved the reunion, i love that they got to be endgame but something is missing. I needed a deep convo, i needed to see them figuring their shit out and since that's probably never gonna happen, I thought “fuck it!”, I do it myself. I have this dialogue stuck in my mind and it won't leave me until I write it down. So here we are! 

WARNING: i am not a writer, english isn't even my first language (sorry in advance for any mistake),I suck at describing. So probably this is gonna be the less enjoyable one shot (also a very long one) you'll ever read. If you're gonna actually read this, be aware: it's gonna be mostly dialogues. Think of it like a script, maybe. 

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 11 days have passed since Ian got locked up and found out Mickey was gonna be his cellmate. They had that moment, they kissed, they fucked that first night and that's it. They didn't talk after.

Nothing happened between them since that night. Mickey was cold as hell, he spent his days reading, which was the oddest thing ever to Ian. Since when Mickey Milkovich was a fucking reader? Oh yeah, since he “rolled on the cartel he was working for and got to pick where he was gonna get locked up”.

Ian kept re-hearing those words in his mind. He really couldn't get why the fuck Mickey gave up on his freedom to stay with him only to ignore him and making him feel like pure shit.

Typical Mickey, right? He’s always been a freaking champion when it comes to do big gestures and then act as if it didn't matter.

The only words coming out of his mouth were "morning'", "night'", "did you take your pills?", "shut up, Gallagher", "fuck you, Gallagher".

Whenever Ian tried to start a conversation, Mickey had suddenly something better to do. It's not like he was rude or something. He just made clear he wasn't gonna talk nor he was gonna let Ian touch him. Out of all the things, this one was even odder than reader Mickey. They have always sucked at talking, that’s true. But they've always communicated through sex. Soft sex, angry sex, angsty sex, goodbye sex, redemption sex. Sex never failed them. And yet even the only one thing they've always been good at, now it was missing. 

When that night Ian found himself unable to sleep - fully knowing Mickey was awake too - , he decided he was done with that shit. He was gonna make Mickey talk to him. God, he was even ready to get physical if needed. He reached Mickey's bed, jumped on the top of him and placed his hands against the wall, making eye contact with Mickey.

<<Enough, Mickey. Either you're gonna tell me the fuck is wrong with you or I am gonna kick you in the ass. Your call.>>

Mickey laughed out loud.

<<What's up, Gallagher? You're missing the old good times when I used to beat the shit out of you before letting you fuck me? Jesus Christ, Ian. What happened to mister “this is not me anymore”,uh?>>

And here it comes. The slap in the face. Mickey didn't lay a hand on him but Ian felt like he really beat the shit out him. Deep down he knew what was wrong with Mickey: the fucking border. Ian leaving Mickey once again. Of course he was mad, of course he couldn't stand to be touched by a traitorous motherfucker. But again, why did he do what he did if he wasn't able to forgive Ian?

He had to ask. He had to know.

<<Alright, I get it, Mickey. This is about the fucking border. Then would ya tell me why the fuck you're here?>>

Mickey shaked his head smiling in disbelief.

<<Wow, fire-crotch! You still don't get it,uh? Wondering if you ever will." He sighed and placed his hand on Ian's face, softly caressing him.

<<Naah, you won't until I pull the gay shit you seem to love so much. What did I tell ya last time we saw each other, man? You're under my skin, the fuck can I do?>>

That memory made Ian smile. But it was a sad smile, a guilty smile.

<<So, let me get this straight. You tried to get me out of your head and you failed and you're still here 'cause... 'cause what? Yeah, you know what? I don't fucking get it. You don't talk to me, you don't let me touch you, you don't let me say i am fucking sorry, you don't wanna hear me saying I feel like shit whenever I look at you. So,yeah, Mickey, the question still stands. The fuck are doing here? Protecting me? Getting revenge? What?>>

Ian didn't even notice he was actually yelling at Mickey nor he noticed tears were falling down his cheeks. He obviously missed the moment he switched from guilt to anger. Mickey was staring at him with an unreadable look in his eyes. Was it satisfaction? Pain? Regret? Fear?

Ian couldn't tell. Nor could Mickey, for what it was worth. Mickey - still lying under Ian – gently wiped away his tears and placed a soft kiss on Ian's forehead.

<<See? That's why I was avoiding this talk, smart ass! I knew that somehow it would have ended up with me being the asshole that makes you cry when it should clearly be the fucking opposite. Fuck it. You wanna talk? Let's talk then. But don't fucking interrupt even once or i am gonna cut your tongue out, alright?>>

At that point Ian found himself laughing out loud. Years have passed and yet Mickey threatening to rip his tongue out of his head was still hilarious.

<<The fuck are you laughing at?>>

<<Nothing. It's just that this threath hasn't aged well. Should try something new,perhaps?>>, Ian teased Mickey.

 <<Shut the fuck up, tough guy. Now, would ya listen to me so that I can get to sleep?>>

Ian nodded and pulled away from him. letting Mickey sit on the bed next to him. Mickey took a deep breathe and started talking.

<<Alright, not gonna lie, Gallagher. This is gonna hurt. I mean, it’s not like I’m planning to purposely make you feel guilty or get revenge or whatever you’re thinking.

Remember when I told you not everyone gets to blurt out how they fuckin’ feel every minute? Turns out I finally learned how to deal with this gay shit. So, here we are. You asked why I keep coming back to you even if I am still fucking mad at you for leaving me everytime you got the chance, right? I thought about it a lot when I was in Mexico and I’ve come to the conclusion I keep coming back to you ‘cause you broke me so many times that I feel like all these pieces you took from me still stand together only when you’re around. You own these pieces, Ian. Do I hate it? Fuck yeah I do. Can I do something about it? You and me both know I can’t. I never could. So yeah, I keep coming back to you ‘cause I need you to feel...to feel me. If that makes sense to you? Whatever. That’s how I feel. And I know it’s unheatly. Sometimes I even dared to think I deserve better. But what’s better? Staying the fuck away from you and feeling like something is always missing? Naah. I tried it. It never worked out. It is what it is, right? And I swear, this whole ass pussy speech is not meant to make you feel guilty. So don’t. Don’t look at me like that, ok?>>

Actually Mickey wasn’t even looking at Ian. But he just knew what he was gonna see on Ian's face if he dared to make eye contact with him.

Ian listened to Mickey with tears falling down his cheeks for the second time that night. He knew how Mickey felt. He’s always known since the border. But he didn't expect Mickey to finally blurt out how he was fuckin’ feeling. Christ, that's probably the first time ever Mickey talked so much and with such a brutal honesty. What was he supposed to tell him? That he feels like he’s the greatest piece of shit on earth? That he would do everything to make it up to him? That he is fucking dying inside?

He tried. But nothing was coming out of his mouth. Tears still falling down.

Mickey finally looked at him. Of course Ian was crying. Of course nothing good could come out of this “be honest” shit. He thought he should have known better.

 <<Hey, man. I am sorry, ok? I shouldn't have…>>

<< You're sorry. You're sorry?Are you fucking kidding me, Mick?!>>

Ian found himself hysterically crying-laughing. He was a complete emotional mess.

<<Jesus Christ, Gallagher! I am gonna kill that fucking doctor of yours. These pills are crearly not working.>>

Ian kept laughing.

<< It's not that, jerk. It's you. How on the earth can you tell me I basically screwed you up for good and then add that you're sorry? I am the one who's sorry. Which you would know if you fucking let me tell ya! Prove you."

 Mickey looked at him as if he was seeing him for the first time in forever. He reduced the space between them and took Ian's chin in his hand.

<<I know you are,Ian. I just needed time to convince myself you're not gonna leave me once again. I couldn't let you touch me before 'cause everytime you did in the past, everytime you fucked me as if I was what kept you breathing,I felt like you were never gonna leave me but then you did and I fell apart and yes, you might be the best at fucking me, but, fire- crotch, not even your big glorious perfect dick is worth all that pain.>>  

Ian put a cocky smile on his face and started to getting close to Mickey’s mouth. <<I am staying, Mick. You hear me? I am staying. And if I have to fuck you ‘till you fucking get it, I will.>>

Mickey placed his hand on Ian's neck to pull him closer.

Carl Gallagher x fem

You arrived at the abandoned lot that Carl spoke of, and as expected, there really were teenagers gathering there. The strong smell of marijuana and the dozens of beer bottles and cans thrown on the floor seemed to abduct the whole place. "Are you sure you want to stay here?" you asked Carl "Yes, there are some friends of mine that are here." he replied, walking over to one of the cars that had the hood open. "Hey white boy Carl!" one of the guys yells, Carl greets him with a smile. "Hey guys! Just Carl now." he smiles, you appear behind him attracting the attention of your friends.

"Is this one? Who is it?" a guy with a joint in his hand asks. "My girl." he responds with a wide smile, squeezing his waist a little. "So you guys date?" "No." he denies it smiling awkwardly "She's my best friend bro." "Oh, wait. Is that the girl you used to talk about in juvie? Here you say you liked-" Carl covers the boy's mouth, looking at you with a very embarrassed look. "Hey, alright." you say smiling subtly, he stops holding the boy's lips. "It's the girl you told me about earlier when we were at Paty's?" you ask.

Carl scratches the back of his head nervously. "Yes it is." "Oh, nice." you gesture for the boys to make room for you to sit with them. "So, tell me, what was this super mysterious girl Carl said like." you say patting his thighs. "Oh, well. I remember him saying that she was quite pretty, and that he had a crush on her since he was a kid." one of them starts. "Yes, and what a girl saw it. Because to make that old Car's heart go soft..." he jokes, punching his chest, everyone laughs. "Yeah, he was like a fucking boring loon in love. It was like, "Oh my God, I like her so much. But I don't know how to tell her that. Oh bro I'm so insecure." he tries to imitate Carl's voice, horribly, you laugh at his imitation along with the boys. "I love Y/N so much."

He completes, the boys continue to laugh and make fun of Carl. His eyes widen and you stop for a second, wondering if you've heard his name or just one very similar to his. "Y/N Y/Y?" you stutter when asking. "Yeah, I think, some shit like that." the boy responds by puffing smoke from his joint. You bow your head looking slowly at Carl, who is already staring at you, you end up choking on your own saliva in that tension. "Oh shit girl. Are you okay? Have a beer." one of the boys who had a scar on his lip hands you a bottle.

You thank him by picking it up and taking a few sips while looking at Carl, he looks away to the floor. The boys sense the tension between you. "Uh... what's going on?" one of them questions looking at the two of you. Carl is reluctant but ends up coming to you and taking your hand gently, he lifts you up and you walk in front of them. "Guys, this is Y/N." he says, jaws dropping and surprised eyes fall upon you. "Fucking bro. Sorry man..."

"It's all right." he looks at you smiling slightly. "Well, at least she's a really pretty girl." one of them says. "Yes, she is. And I think it's time for us to go." Carl says shrugging his shoulders, the boys let out frustrated grunts. "Oh, but you just got here." "I know, but I don't want it to be too late. The sun is already setting and I need to leave my girl at home." he explains, shaking hands with each of them.

He hugs a specific boy, who whispers in his ear. "She seems like a good girl man, take care of her." you can hear through the not-so-distant distance between you. "Yes, I love her with my life." you try very hard not to let a grandiose smile appear on your face. "Alright man. And Y/N take good care of this Carl, this kid is a roller coaster of trouble, really." the same boy as before speaks smiling, you look into Carl's eyes, glowing as bright as a constellation. A smile forms on his lips. "I'll take care of it. It was nice meeting you."

You give them one last wave, walking to your car. You see Carl walking towards you, following his steps but leaving significant distance between you. You pull the car door open, getting into it at the same time as he does.

You start the car, get out of there and continue to your house. There was a deafening silence there, it was only possible to hear his uncompensated breathilips You just heard that your childhood crush also has a crush on you. Her eyes met Carl's a few times, but no words left her lips.

You're forced out of your thoughts when you realize you've turned the street to your house. You park the car in front of your house, turn it off and get out. You take the keys and take a few steps, approaching the door. You look at Carl hoping he would say something before you walk into your house and things get awkward between you. Seconds and more seconds, he doesn't say anything, you understand. "Um, okay bye." you mumble feeling tears form in your eyes, you try to put the key in the lock but fail miserably because it has fallen out of your hands.

"Cum!" you exclaim, Carl comes running up to you and hugs you. You take a while to return the hug but then you do. The heat of his body, the incredible scent of his masculine perfume invaded her nostrils. He pulls away holding your face, your blue eyes rolling across your face, as if analyzing every single thing about you. "Y/N, I love you." his words make you lose control of your body, you had to lean on Carl to keep from falling. "Y-You what?" "You heard."

He smiles mischievously, pulling his face to seal your lips. In a kiss that is calm but full of passion and lust, you put both arms around his shoulders, and Carl continues to hold your waist. You break the kiss after almost a minute to catch your breath. "Do you love me too? Because if you don't, I get it, seriously, I won't be upset-" You don't wait for him to finish that bullshit, you grab his shirt collar and pull him to kiss him again. Your tongues meet during the kiss, dancing in perfect harmony, as if you were in an orchestra. With steady hands coming down from your hips to your ass.

"You talk the fuck out." you say breathlessly, Carl smiles and so do you. "How long have you felt like you like me?" you ask, sitting on the sidewalk, so does he. "I think since that time when you kissed me to ward off some Southern boys who kept bothering you." he reveals "But maybe it was when we broke into the principal's office to get his cigarette back." you laugh remembering the moment, but then you stop to think. "Carl! That was almost five years ago, you could have said you liked me."

"I didn't know how." he shrugs his shoulders a little sadly. "There was this sixth grade guy who was popular and a boy friend of Karen who had a crush on you." "Was it the same boy you hit because he touched my ass?" you ask remembering what happened. "Yeah. He was a shitty asshole, but he was handsome. I'd seen you talk to him a few times, I thought you liked each other. That's why I started kind of dating Bonnie." "The blonde girl who lived with her family in a van?" "Yeah. And then the bitch Dominique and Kelly. But it all went wrong, I didn't know why, but now I do."

"And because?" you ask leaning your head on his shoulder. "You. I've always loved you, since preschool I think, but I dated other girls because I thought you didn't like me. That's why I never really loved any of them or managed to maintain the relationship, I was always thinking about you. what it would be like to kiss you, touch you in other ways, feel you..." He squeezes her thigh subtly, a wave of shock seeming to course through her veins. "Hey, no silly hands here!" You hear your father's voice behind you, you turn around and see Kevin hugging Veronica at the door.

"Mom, Dad! How long have you been there, and listening to our conversation?" you ask holding out your hand for Carl to get up. "I think since 'I've always loved you'." Kevin says smiling, you laugh at the situation and so does Carl. "Since you've heard everything. Can I sleep over at his place?" you ask crossing your hand in Carl's. "No, Yes!" his parents exclaim together, his mother steps on his toes. "Yes dear, but be sensible." she says smiling proudly. "Yeah. Kev groans. "Carl, if you impregnate my daughter I'll cut off your dick while you sleep." he threatens, Carl's eyes widen. "Okay dad. Let's go Carl."

"Hm...wait." he says, you stop looking at him confused. "What?" you ask, Carl reaches into his own pants pocket, he looks at you like you're a goddess or something. He holds your right hand and kneels in front of you. "Oh, you na-" "Shut up. I'm trying to be romantic around your parents here." he whispers in his ear, you laugh the way he said. "Well. Y/N Ball, do you agree to date and eventually marry this handsome cadet Carl Gallagher?" he asks, a bright smile plays on his lips. "Yeah, oh shit. But we'll talk about the wedding later."

He gets up and you run jumping on his lap, Carl starts laughing leaving kisses all over your face. He presses you against his body, your legs around his waist as he hugs your back. Carl puts you down after a few seconds. He opens the box and looks at you confused. "Oh, I should put the ring on before, right?" you laugh. "Yeah, but fuck it, we make the rules here." "Yeah, fuck it." he exclaims placing the golden ring on his right hand's ring finger.

"Oh Carl..." you study the ring on your finger, incredibly beautiful and exactly your size. "That must have been expensive... it didn't have to." you hug him. "Of course I did. You deserve the best babe, I love you." he kisses his forehead affectionately, you take the opportunity to put the other pair of the ring on his finger. "I love you too."

"Damn, they're so cute Kev!" Ve exclaims, tears falling from his eyes. "Mom, don't cry or I'll cry too." you say, really starting to get emotional. "Okay, no crying here. You're a man!" Kev almost screams, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Alright…let's go before this gets even weirder." Carl says in his ear, you laugh. "We're going, parents."

You give your parents one last smile before crossing the street with Carl, you enter the playpen seeing Frank still lying on the floor, but unfortunately he is awake. "Carl..." he whispers holding out a hand. "Fuck Frank!" Carl grumbles stepping over him, you do the same entering the boy's house. The family is gathered in the living room. "Hey guys!" you greet everyone with a friendly smile. Fiona waves at you.

"Hi bros. Y/N, why are you blushing?" Lip asks, you swallow hard. "Oh fuck it. Grab a beer and sit down." you look at Carl shrugging his shoulders, Debbie hands you a bottle of beer. Carl sits on the floor, as all the seats are taken. You sit next to him, he puts an arm around the back of your neck, you smile passionately at each other. "Did the sun go down or is it you smiling? How disgusting." Debbie makes a face. "It's you shutting your mouth." Carl responds. "Carl!" you push him lightly.

"Shut up all of you. That way the movie loses its fun." Ian yells, you all fall silent. Fiona holds out the glass jar of nachos filled with cheddar and bacon for you. Suddenly, she lets out a scream, covering her mouth with her hand. "Wait. Y/N is that a ring?" she asks in surprise, you nod smiling. "Yea." "Who are you dating? Because Carl is almost on top of you, that would be a betrayal, right?" Liam asks innocently. "No? How would I cheat on my boyfriend with himself?" you laugh playfully.

Debbie drops her pizza slice. "Oh what? Really?" Ian asks ruffling his hair. You and Carl answer yes, the family rises to hug you. "I'm happy, but why so much excitement people?" you ask seeing Fi bring more beers and food. "What? Are you kidding? Carl's been in love with you since kindergarten, we look forward to that." Lip says. "Oh... when was that?" Fiona asks. "Literally two minutes away." Carl responds by eating his nachos. "Holy shit, I can't imagine how Kev will react to that. He's such a drooling, jealous father..." "He knows, they were in front of us when Carl proposed." "Fuck!" Fiona laughs.

You dial your parents' name and your family group appears. You ask them to come here saying they're having a very lively movie night. In just a few minutes they show up with the twins on their laps, Debbie puts the kids to bed and joins you. "You know there's a Frank on your porch, don't you?" Veronica says sitting on Kev's lap that he is sitting in the armchair that expelled Lip. "Yes, we left it there." Ian says carefree. You look at everyone, it's true that Frank is a horrible father, but since Franny was born he hasn't been that bad for you; and that makes you feel a little sorry for him. Even if he deserves it.