Carl Gallagher Imagines [Discontinued]

Unconditionally pt.3

So this chapter is going to be a littl short considering its the last part of the series but I'll try to make it as lengthy as possible
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          "Where the fuck is my girlfriend?!" You heard echo from behind the bolted door. The man before you scurries around the room until making a stop behind the source of the horrible smell. And that's when you realize what the horrible smell is.

          Your eyes widen at the realization. Two corpse strung up. On a steel fence, decaying. The sigh was enough the make you vomit.

          After a few more gun shots, the door bursts open to reveal Carl, Ian and Mandy. It surprised that Ian actually let them get away with literal murder but you though nothing of it as the three untied you from your seat. Mandy cringed, "what the fuck is that smell?"

          "Can we go?" You whispered, trying not to look at anyone. You felt embarrassed. Embarrassed that you weren't able to save yourself, too caught up in your thoughts to notice someone pulling up towards you. So when Carl placed his hand on your shoulder to comfort you, you let your Milkovich pride get to you and pushed him away before bolting out of the old building. As the three ran after you, you didn't stop and instead continued off towards your happy place in the basement of your home.

          You take your clothes off and pull a (color) sweat shirt over your head, snuggling in the closet blanket on your couch. It was warm and wrapped around your frost bitten body. As you drifted off to sleep, you began to remember something important.

          *flashback

          "Hey," you mumbled as you stepped into the door of the Gallagher house. You were told Carl had locked himself in the boy's room when Debbie called you to help him out. It seemed he only wanted to see and talk to you.

          When you finally made your way up the stairs, you made an attempt to knock but before you could the door was pulled open to reveal a boy with one braid of hair out. You threw a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing in the face of the poor thing and instead closed the door behind you. "You okay?"

           "Take them out." He practically demanded as he set you down on the bed, staring intently at you.

           "Why?"

           "Because you said you hated them, right? I tried to take one out but I can't reach the others." He frowned while placing his hands on your lap and his chin between your knees. You knew he loved your legs and it really sealed any deal when he rested his chin between your knees.

          You sighed, "o...okay. For you."

          Carl pumped a fist and turned, wedging his body between your legs and relaxing under the feel of your fingers. You has always wondered what he would look like without cornrows.

          "Oh god..." Carl trailed off as you looked at his hair in the mirror. It was wild and curly. He hated it but you loved it for some odd reason.

          "Oh lord.." you teased as you ran a soft hand through his long hair seductively.

          He chuckled slightly and rested his hand on your waist. "I'm not staying like this."

          "I know." You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled.

          Remembering the fact that he once tried to change something you hated just made you think how much it contradicted what he'd said a few days ago. You checked your alarm clock for the time. It was the same time as when you had left your house however long ago. It didn't matter how long you were out. You got up and pulled up a pair of pants you found in the hamper and left your house at 11:02.

          You figured you'd find Carl sitting under the el, waiting for you to arrive. And he was. As soon as he heard the snow crunching beneath your feet, he shot up from his post and walked towards you, placing cing his hands on your arms and rubbing. "Y/n? Are you okay? God.. I'm a fucking idiot. I shouldn't have said those things I was just pissed because your always trying to do things for me and I never do anything for you. I'm sorry."

          You stared at him for a moment, not sure what to say. You were tired and not really in the mod for an apology you knew he didn't mean. But the look in his eyes.. he was seriou. "I confessed and you shot it's brains out. Your a confession killer."

          "I know," he smiled widely at th fact that you spoke to him. "I am. I'm stupid and a... confession killer."

          "And an asshole." You added.

          "Yea.. an asshole. I'm every bad name in the book. Please just forgive me. I'll never let anything bad like that happen to you again."

          Silence once again. You weren't sure how to react, considering he had you cornered in an important decision. His clear blue eyes were staring back into yours with the utmost care and anxiety all balled into one. He had you caught in a trans. You couldn't help but slowly step forward until the hunger ate away at your morality and you went in for a passionate kiss, him bringing you in closer by your neck.

           He pushed his tongue into your mouth only slowly and slightly, not trying to over do the heart warming moment. But you didn't moan, however it was the reaction he wanted. You pulled away, your foreheads meeting and your breathes colliding. You looked up into those beautiful pools of blue.

          This while thing felt strangely beautiful to you. You loved every moment of the kiss and even him calling himself names. "Carl Gallagher, I love you.. unconditionally. Even if you don't love me back I-"

          He cut you off when he brought you into his embrace, pulling away to look at you once more, and then pulled you back in to take in your scent and practically everything about you.

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Ahah! Eighteen minutes before christmas and I'm publishing. Wow... anyway here the chapter and sorry if it's too cheesy. I'm illiterate these days... sorry for any grammatical mistakes cause I know you grammar nazis be out there