Carl Gallagher Imagines [Discontinued]

Unconditionally Pt.1

A small a/n before I start this. So I've been wondering what to do here since there's not much you can do with Carl gallagher tbh it's the same stuff so requests are still open if your still interested in reading this. So... ya.
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     Imagine your a Milkovich and seeing Carl in pain made you homicidal.

          Carl Gallagher picked his hood up over his head that was clad in cornrows as he closed the door to his house shut. The mere thought of being spotted by someone in broad daylight with a scar on his upper brow embarrassed while he did need some fresh air and time to think. So checking both ways as he crossed the street, Carl quickly bolted towards the end of the pavement and then off toward the el. Before he could even lean his back against the cold concrete pillar, a figure stood before him with her hood up as well, her hands shoved into the pockets of her dark sweater.

          The sweater you were wearing had been unzipped with a thin white t-shirt trimmed just above your hip line. Your lips trembled as if she were trying to speak but the words made no effort to leave.

          After countless seconds of staring through the ten-foot space between you, you took two steps forward to him, muttering his name. "Carl." You finally spoke before looking away and then down, your lips still trembling from the icy cold wind that wrapped it's arms around your body.

          Carl finally leaned his back against the pillar, looking in your direction as if he just wasn't in the mood. Which he wasn't and you knew that. Though you got bold at the sight of plea in his eyes, begging for any form of comfort. His head was tilt back against the pillar with his hands holding his body steady, looking down at you in hopes you wouldn't see the scar.

          Noticing the scar above his eyebrow, you rolled your eyes as they trailed off somewhere that wasn't his face. Seeing Carl in any form of pain drove you mad and you figured if you ever saw those assholes again; you'd kill them. Mercilessly. You were a Milkovich after all. If anyone messed with something that belonged to you it was pay time. And those drugs lords would definitely pay for what they did to Carl.

          Your fists clenched within your pocket, taking a few steps toward him once more. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

          He shook his head.

          "How can I make it better?" One step closer. Your bloodshot eyes were welling with tears at this point, making him sniffle his accumulating ones back.

          "You can't," he shrugged, the tears he tried so hard to hold back finally falling. Before the second could fall from his cheeks, your arms were wrapping around his neck in a flash, your hand bringing his head down close to your shoulder. It was rare for a Milkovich to cry in front of anyone which is the second reason you chose to hug him and keep your face out of sight.

          For a moment- when you heard him gasp with pain relief- you pulled back and looked deep into his clear blue eyes. "I'm gonna kill him. I-I-I'll get Mick and we'll-"

          "No," he cut you off, placing his hand over your mouth to keep you from interrupting. "Hell no... hell no. This is my problem, Y/n. You can't just kill every time someone gives me problems. How many times can you do things like this until the guilt gets to you?"

          As you removed his hand from your lips and held it gently between yours, you gave the eyes of the tiger. The flaming eyes of the murderous Milkovich filled with passion. "I'm a Milkovich. I don't feel guilt. And scumbags like him don't deserve to live. Look... I'd die for you, Carl. I love you."

          Carl scoffed, taking his hand from yours. Maybe it was the fact that you caught him off guard with your confession, but he seemed on more edge than usual. He stepped away from you looking almost disgusted. "Well maybe I don't love you. How could I- anyone- fall for a sleezy, murderous, over-obsessive, retard who can't keep from picking up the phone for two lousy seconds?! Oh! I almost forgot- a stripper!" And with that he stomped off, leaving you to watch as he walked off, the tears making a one-way stream down your face.

          You were angry and at the point of murdering Carl himself. But instead of taking your anger out physically, you took a deep breath and choked back your sadness. As you stared at him for a few more seconds, the fists you held suddenly unraveled until you were able to shrug off the pain and run a hand through your hair.

          Carl Gallagher... I still love him for some strange reason. Even he knows I can't help my upbringing and yet.. yet he always uses my way of making money as an insult.

          As you pulled your hoodie back over your head and ran across the opposite street, your feet hit the pavement but not nearly loud enough to block out the sound of a car approaching fast. When you looked back quick enough to see who it was, you saw a face that shouldn't have been seen while you were in this state. It was G-doggg. When Carl had first started his buisness, you showed up on his drug spot uninvited and ironically enough, his boss fell in love with how bold and straightforward you were. You had no problem with Carl doing what he did as long as he wasn't getting hurt however when the knives turned his way you expressed how against it you were.

          "Yo, baby! Where yo' boy at? Tell 'em to come see me some time, eh?" He called out to you with a cool and wide smile. When you didn't respond- looking at him rather demonically- he stepped out of the jeep and approached you rather roughly, grabbing your arm.

          Before he could say more, you pulled your gun from the waist band of your pants and pointed it directly at his face, making him stumble back. "Fucking touch me again and I blow your brains out, punk."

          G-doggg put his arms up in defense, glancing behind you every now and again. Growing fed up, you slowly turned your head to be met by a hard pain in your head and nothing but darkness. 'Carl.' Was the last thing you could mutter before you drifted off completely.

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I'm sorry I didn't have time to edit but I'll edit I sometime in the near future. Thanks for being patient and pleaseee give in some requests. Oh, and let me know if you'd like some of these to come in more than one chapter.