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Carl Gallagher // Home Sweet Home

Carl and Y/n had just finished dinner and were planning on going back to the Gallagher house for a movie and some…alone time. Things were going as planned. That was until when Carl opened the front door he was met with his ever so loud family.

Frank was passed out on a chair, Debbie was playing with Liam, while Lip, Fiona, and Ian were watching whatever was on TV. A sight causing Y/n to giggle, which alerted the family that they were home. Carl was a grinning mess, his eyes never leaving the precious girl who’s hand hand left his. His hoodie that she had stolen because she got cold on the walk home hid her shorts, the sight of someone else in his clothes cause Ian and Lip to whistle.

“Carl, who could this be hm?” Fiona asked, a knowing smirk on her lips as Debbie joined the family in the living room, her eyes widening at the sight.

Opening his mouth to say his usual comment of ‘none of you f*****g business’ he refrained and just blushed faintly before he cleared his throat.

“This,” he started, his eyes falling back to the girl, “this is Y/n, my girlfriend.” He finished, causing the y/h/c girl to peer up at him, her e/c eyes full of adoration.

“girlfriend?!” Ian howled laughing, “how the f**k did you manage to get one of those?” he asked, once his laughter died down.

Lip grinned, nudging the ginger as he waited for the snarky comment to come, but it never did. He was only met with Carl giving a bashful smile and a nod as he kissed the girls forehead softly.

Y/n grinned, waving. “Hi, uhm, i’m Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you all.” She addressed, slipping her hand from Carl’s as she walked over to Fiona and the others, offering her hand as everyone else introduced themselves while shaking her head.

After introductions were made, Y/n and Carl sat on the couch, his arm protectively around the girl and her head on his shoulder. The two occasionally would whisper to each other as the TV played a random movie in the background, until Y/n fell asleep. Carl carried her up to his room and gently tucked her in with a soft promise of being right back before he went back downstairs to grab an extra blanket.

“Y’know, i think that was the longest you’ve ever refrained from cussing Ian or Lip out for a comment.” Fiona said, her arms crossing over her chest as she leaned up against the counter.

Carl chuckled softly, his signature smirk growing on his pale lips. Lip and Ian soon joined adding in their agreements.

“Okay you three, shut the f**k up. I f*****g get it okay? I’m not an ass when she’s around, I don’t wanna f**k up what I have with her. So drop it.” He growled, shaking his head.

Lip and Ian went wide eyed, while Fiona cracked up. Carl rolled his eyes, grabbing the nearest blanket and starting up the stairs.

“New house rule,” Ian yelled, “you can’t be home unless y/n is with you. I like you better when she’s around!” He called up to him. Which in result earned a middle finger and a ‘shut the f**k up asshole’ from the ever so whipped Carl Gallagher.