“he thinks he’s the black el chapo”
requested Carl Gallagher imagine
Carl imagine w the name Kristine please? Where she’s biracial (half white half Puerto Rican) and it’s her sweet 16/ quinceanera (whatever you choose) and she and Carl go to pick her dress?
“Shit,” Carl cursed appreciatively as Kristine crawled up his body and turned to lay next to him, flat on her back as well, before she lit up a joint. She took a hit before passing it to her boyfriend who flashed a lazy grin as he took it, pressing it to his own lips. “If I’d known that staying out of trouble meant getting congratulatory blow jobs, I never would’ve went to juvie” he said in a slightly strained voice as he held the smoke in his throat, before exhaling with a laugh. “Honestly if sucking your dick keeps you off the streets, I’ll do it. A small price to pay to keep your dumb ass from getting shot,” Kristine replied as she rolled off of her bed and finger combed her hair that he had completely wrecked. She picked his basketball shorts up from the floor and tossed them over to him, watching as he slipped on his boxers and then the shorts. His phone vibrated on the nightstand and she picked it up and typed in his password, while grabbing the joint that he was handing back to her. “Fiona wants you home,” she summarized the text before handing him his phone, laughing when he tossed it back onto the nightstand and pulled her onto him; gazing up at her as she straddled him, one hand still holding the joint to her lips, and the other resting on his chest that was still exposed as he hadn’t bothered to pull his shirt back down from its bunched up position at his collarbones. He’d never admit it to her, but just being in her presence completely eased his mind. “You coming with me? Debbie said she’d fight my ass if I came home without you again,” he asked as he stroked her thighs. Kristine rolled her eyes and sat back on his hips, making him bite his lip, “She threatens me like every time I see her!” “Yeah the pregnancy hormones are really fucking with her. She’s in full bitch mode 5 out of 7 days a week.”
Carl shut his eyes as Kristine leaned forward and lightly touched his lips with her own, exhaling smoke as he inhaled before his hand was tangled in her hair and he was pushing her lips against his. She let out a quiet hum and placed the joint on the ashtray on her window sill and was about to grind down on him when his phone began vibrating again, this time with a call. The teens groaned and untangled themselves from each other before Carl picked up the phone, making a few annoyed remarks to Fiona on the other line, before hanging up. “I gotta go. I’ll call you tonight,” he announced as he pushed her lightly onto the bed and stood up to slip on his sneakers and fix his hair. Before he left her room he rested his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her up for one more kiss, and then he was out her door and stomping down her stairs to get to the front door. But he couldn’t help but stop when he saw his girl’s parents at the dining room table, surrounded by paperwork, sad expressions on their faces. “You guys good?” he asked as he approached them, trying his best not to check out Kristine’s mom; at least not while her father was in the room. “Hey Carl, how are you mijo” her mom asked him, clearly too lost in her thoughts to ask why he had been in her daughter’s room for an hour on a Monday night with the door locked. “I’m good. What’s up with you?” “Fucking bills, as usual. We were hoping we could throw a party for Kristine’s birthday this year since we couldn’t afford the quinceanera last year but it doesn’t look like we can do it after all the medical bills,” she replied. Kristine’s father had gotten hurt just before work (20 minutes later and they could’ve been swimming in workmans comp) and they lost a huge portion of their income, meaning Kristine spent many nights having dinner at his house.
“I could probably help out,” Carl volunteered, only to be shot down almost instantly. “No, really, she doesn’t want anything crazy. Debbie and I can throw her a little … get together. We can get her like, a dress and shit. She’s not that hard to please; we just need some music and a shit-ton of wee- friends” he caught himself. Kristine’s mother rolled her eyes, but she found herself nodding. After all how can you turn down a free party. After receiving the okay, Carl made his way home and climbed the stairs to his room. But just as he was passing Debbie’s room, her door swung open, and he watched her enter the hall and dramatically look around. “Coulda sworn I told you not to come home without Kristine,” She said, making him roll his eyes. “Coulda sworn I told you to fuck off and yet here you are,” he replied as he continued walking to his room where the door was cracked open and he could see Nick sleeping on the floor, hammer clutched tight to his chest. “Were you with her? Tell her I need to talk to her.” “Tell her yourself, white girl.” “You take your braids out today? I can tell, cuz your hair looks like shit,” Debbie insulted before he could get a word in and just as she was about to slip into her room again, Carl put his hand on the door, keeping it open. “Hey, so her fam can’t throw her that birthday party they got her all hyped about,” Carl announced, and the door quickly swung open. “Oh shit, that’ll be two years in a row.” “I know, and I knew she’d pretend like it didn’t bother her so I told her parents we’d take care of it. I figured we could clean up the crib and throw a party and go get her a dress and shit.” Carl stated his plan, looking at her with an annoyed expression on his face when she leaned against her doorway with a stupid grin. “You’re gonna throw her a party and buy her a dress? How sweet of you, White Chocolate,” she laughed and he just shrugged. “Gotta keep my girl happy.”
Debbie agreed with his plan and with that he made his way to his room and climbed onto his bed after pulling off his clothes and pulling on some sweats. He then grabbed his phone and tapped on the first name on his favorites list, waiting patiently for the phone to be answered, a smirk working its way onto his face when Kristine answered, “Hey, so what are you wearing.”
Debbie tore through the racks in a way that made Kristine cringe. So she found herself following behind the red head, picking up the messes she left behind. “Why are we here again?” she asked, once she had returned another discarded dress onto its hanger. “We need party outfits. I’m trying to meet a rich guy to help me raise my baby, remember?” Debbie lied, she hadn’t tried to keep a secret this hard in a while. Kristine rolled her eyes at her friend’s response, “Yeah I know that you are, but why am I getting dressed up. I already have a man.” Carl smirked, from a rack over, at her response.
“What about this one?” Debbie asked, ignoring her statement to hold up a sheer body suit. “It’s see through, put it back,” Carl replied, before Kristine could make a comment. “It’s sheer, Carl. She can put a bra on underneath it.” “And yet here I am, still telling you to put it the fuck down,” Carl continued, protectively, turning his head back to the rack he was sifting through himself, making Kristine laugh. She walked around the store, waiting for something to catch her eye, and when it did, she quickly pretended that it hadn’t. She didn’t need to see the price tag to know that the little silk dress was completely unattainable. But despite trying her hardest to appear unphased by it, Carl saw right through her.
“Yo, can I get that dress?” Carl asked an employee who gave him a hard stare in return. “Take it off the fucking mannequin,” he demanded and soon enough he was standing outside the door of the changing room, Kristine on the other side. “Can you tie up the back for me?” she asked as she pulled open the door and turned quickly, and he wasted no time tying up the thin string on the back before he rested his hands on her hips and looked over her shoulder at their reflection in the mirror. He let his gaze drop from her pretty face, down to her chest, then waist, then let go and took a step back, examining her ass. “Nah, take it off.” Kristine’s eyes widened at his response to her in the dress and turned to him, “You don’t think I look good in it?” “No, I think you look too good. How am I supposed to enjoy myself if I show up with you in that dress. I’d deadass spend the entire night keeping guys away from you.” “Then,” Kristine started, resting her arms around his neck and pulling him close, “how about we skip the party and stay in. I can wear that little sheer one Debbie picked out; minus the bra underneath.” Carl’s blue eyes stared into her own and he almost found himself giving in before he shook his head, stopping when she went to move the tag away from its position digging into her arm. She pulled it away slightly and her eyes instantly widened before she reached behind her back and tugged on a string, letting the dress unravel from her body before she was shimmying out of it, confusing him with how quick her movements were. “You don’t want it anymore?” he asked, nodding at the dress that was now laying on the floor as she pulled her leggings back on, not pausing as she shook her head quickly in response. “Hell no, it’s more expensive than our rent,” she answered as she picked up her things and opened the change-room door making her way back to the racks of dresses. “Yeah, so..?” “So do I look like I have that kind of money Carl? If I did, we’d have heat and water at my house.” And with that she let Debbie lead her to a different store while her boyfriend hung back. He picked up the little dress and carried it to the register, dropping it onto the counter and raising an eyebrow when the cashier gave him a once over, failing to hide the fact that he clearly didn’t think the teen had the money to purchase the item. Carl sighed and dipped his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a large wad of cash that he flashed in the employees face, “I want this one. So stop fucking around and wrap it up in a box, I want it to look good for my girl. Now, you want hunnies or small bills? Oh and grab that little see-through one to.”
“Fuck, Debbie, really?” Kristine yelled in pain when the flat iron touched her neck. “It’s your fault, stop moving!” “I’ll stop moving when you stop fucking burning me!” Debbie scoffed and finished straightening Kristine’s hair and looked at the girl through the bathroom mirror. They both had their hair and makeup done, but were still in their pjs. “We look so good and we’re not even dressed yet,” Debbie complimented as Kristine pushed open the bathroom door. She had intended to go to the kitchen and grab a drink but decided against it when she saw Nick standing tall in front of the stairs, daring her to try and pass him. “Hey Nick,” she greeted the older boy with a huge smile that made the corners of his lips twitch up slightly before he returned to his normal stony look. When she had started to make her way back to Debbie’s closet and grab the dress she’d gotten, she found herself being pulled into a different room. “I’m not having a quickie before the party,” she announced holding up her hand and making Carl laugh. “As down as I am to fuck you right now, I actually pulled you in here for something else. I got you something.” He then motioned to the box on Ian’s bed, complete with a red bow. Kristine instantly groaned and crossed her arms, “If you bought me another fur coat with your drug money, I’m gonna be pissed, wannabe black El Chapo.” Carl grinned at the nickname and pushed her over to the bed, watching with loving eyes as she lifted up the top and stared into the box, before covering it up again. “Bring it back,” she stated, making her boyfriend frown and grab her before she could leave the room. “What, no, I thought you’d like it.” “I do, but it’s too expensive.” “Nothing’s too expensive for my girl.” Kristine glared at Carl and made no move to reach for the dress.
“Look, I’ve bought you a lot of useless shit, but it’s because I like spending money on you. You’re my girl and I love you and I’m not gonna let you struggle when I can help. And I’m definitely not returning that dress after seeing how good you looked in it. So go put it on, before I put it on you myself.” He watched with heart eyes as her ears turned slightly pink with a blush before she picked up the dress, and started to leave the room. “I’m surprised you didn’t grab the sheer one.” “Don’t worry I grabbed that one for later.”
Kristine slipped on her thigh high boots before standing up from Debbie’s bed and making her way into the hall. When Debbie had told her that Carl had slipped out to make a deal, she hadn’t expected him to be gone until damn near midnight, especially not when he knew that it’d be her birthday the second it turned 12. “Can we go already Debs? I’m getting tired waiting around,” she complained to the redhead who sent a quick text to her brother, waiting for the ‘ok’ before she replied to her friend with a nod, grabbing her arm to lead her down the stairs. When they stepped onto the floor, Kristine squealed when tons of people appeared in front of her screaming the word, “surprise” at the top of their lungs. “What the fuck is this?” she cursed making Carl laugh as the music was turned on and the people began drinking and mingling. “It’s your party; I mean I know it’s not ‘my super sweet sixteen’ but I figured you’d like it,” he answered, nervous about what she’d say. “You bought me a dress and threw me this party? Carl… do you like me” Kristine responded with a bright smile, and he shook his head with laughter. “Yeah I thought I made it pretty clear that I like liked you when we went on that date to the movies and I slipped you ‘the shocker’.” He said with a smirk, laughing through his nose when she slapped her hand over his mouth to shut him up. “Too late; I heard and I’m disgusted,” Debbie cut in, before dragging the too toward the party.
As the sun was beginning to rise, Kristine, Nick and both Gallagher siblings were lounging on the couch together, watching late night reruns of old shows. Debbie rested a hand on her stomach, picturing what she’d look like when the bump finally appeared and then turned to Carl and Kristine. They weren’t sitting close to each other, in fact Kristine was practically laying on top of Debbie, but she noticed how they still kept contact through intertwined fingers. “You guys think I’ll find someone who loves me like you guys love each other?” the red head asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Carl raised his eyebrows at his sister before looking down at Kristine who had begun to sit up. “Yeah, obviously. But you’re not gonna find it running around with Frank looking for rich old guys. And you’re especially not gonna find it if you keep being so superficial. Like you thought you loved Derek because you thought he was hot but you didn’t know anything about him. You’re supposed to, like, love all their flaws and know about their hopes and dreams and shit,” Carl answered, looking at his sister, “Like even on their worst day they need to be special. Like Kristine is hot as hell right now in that dress, but I know that when we go to bed she’s gonna wake up looking like a hot mess, but I’m still gonna think she’s gorgeous. Shit, remember when she had braces? That shit was bad. So bad; but she was still fine as hell. And you should know about shit that they’re embarrassed about. I know that she still doesn’t know how to roll a blunt, and that she can’t hold her piss once she’s been drinking so if you’re walking her home you gotta stop every 5 minutes to help her pee in some bushes, and that when she’s brushing her teeth in the morning and she goes to brush her tongue she always gags which is crazy because I’ve never seen her gag on my-” “Okay! I get it!” Debbie yelled, cutting him off and making Kristine laugh. “The point is, I know all this great shit about Kris, but I also know what makes her sad and pissed off and embarrassed and she knows the same about me and we still love each other. You just gotta find someone who sees you at your lowest point and still wants to be with you and make you better.” When Carl had finished ranting he turned to Kristine who had attempted to stay quiet as not to interrupt the sibling bonding. “You okay?” he asked as an emotional smile spread onto her face as she relayed his words over and over in her head, “I’m gonna cry” she admitted letting out a few tears accompanied by a laugh before Carl rested his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side pressing a kiss to her temple, whispering a quick happy birthday into her ear and placing one last kiss just below her ear.
“Okay you can stop now. You already set my standards too high, don’t make this any worse for me.” Debbie groaned as they continued to watch their reruns.