shameless imagines

carl;

you and carl were best friends , heck even family.
you lived across from him and his family with your aunt, because your parents passed away from an OD.
you loved carls family. if carl wasn't there you'd hang out with ian. ian was like a big brother for you , always there for you to talk about anything.
one night you were at a dance. you were sitting alone , until a boy from another school came up to you.
" hey pretty." he says to you.
" u-h h-hi." you mange to get out . the dude was giving you a creepy vibe , you've seen him doing drug deals with carl but never before. " i like your dress." he says to you.
" thanks." you tell him.
" well im jerome, and you are?"
"Y/N."you tell him.
next thing you know a slow song comes on.
" would you like to dance?" he asks you, holding out a hand.
" uh, im kinda wait-" he grabs your hand and pulls you out onto the floor.
he has his hands around your waist but he then goes for your butt.
you were so uncomfortable with that but you didn't know what to do.
then you see carl and you knew what was gonna happen next.
" is anything wrong here , y/n?" carl asks as he walks up to you.
the dude you were dancing with answers for you. " no, she's fine she's with me." he says.
you look at carl with that look you give him when you need help.
carl grabs jeromes hands off of you and gets your arm and pulls you to the side. you were about to sit down with carl until, you see jerome come over.
"dude what the fuck was that?" he asks carl.
" she wasn't comfortable, now get the hell away from her." he tells him.
then jerome punches carl. carl falls, but gets back up and punchs him right in the nose and kicks him a couple times.
before the parents who were chaperoning carl grabs your hand and runs out of the school with you.

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" carl, thanks for that." you tell him.
" no problem little shithead."
" im 15."you tell him.
" yes and im 17 so your younger then me so that makes you a shithead." he tells you.
you just roll your eyes.
" im 16 in 3 days , you know?" you say.
" don't you think i would remember your birthday?" he says.
" ya but i dunno." you say.
as you reach his house you go in a run up to his room.
"can i borrow some clothes?" you ask him.
" sure."
he hands you sweatpants and a shirt.
" you can change in here you know." he says.
" oh ya okay." you tell him.
" really?" he says.
" you have to turn around stupid." you say.
" oh. yea-ah." he says.
he turns around and you get dressed.
" you can turn around now." you tell him.
he turns around and he gets into his bed.
" okay, night carl" you say.
" wait." he tells you.
"what?" you ask.
"why don't you sleep here tonight, like in my room."he asks.
"oh, okay." you tell him.
" you can sleep with me." carl says.
" carl, shut up its not happening." you tell him.
" ya, ya no funny business i get it , please will you sleep with me?" carl says.
" please?, ive never heard that word come out of your mouth ever." you tell him. " you say.
" shut up and do it." he tells you.
"fine." you say.
you climb into his bed on the opposite side of him.
" night." you tell him as you switch to face him.
" night." he says.

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you wake up to him cuddling you with no shirt on.