This is my first imagine, please be nice. I’ve never actually posted something like this before so I guess we’ll see how it goes. If you have any requests or ideas I’d love to hear them. Don’t be afraid to message me.
Request: Can you do an imagine where Carl talks to V and Kev about how he feels about the reader when they pick them both up from a party drunk?
Pairing: Carl x Reader
Warnings: drunk confessions, swearing, fluffy little bean.
“You two are so lucky Kev and I were awake, if Fiona were to pick you guys up she’d have your asses mounted on the wall above her bed.” V sternly said, looking back at the two intoxicated teens in the back seat. V waved her hand in front of her face, “you guys smell like frank after he- you guys smell like frank” she admitted. Y/N hiccuped, she looked up at V through her lashes. Veronica could be quite scary when angry. “What were you guys even thinking? And how did you even get out here? This is a forty minute drive!” Kev said, he looked into the rearview mirror at Carl, he waited for an answer.
Y/N looked to Carl, her head was spinning and she felt like she was moving way to quick to process. “Thought it’d be fun” he said smugly. V huffed. “Pull over” Y/N covered her mouth with her hand as Kev pulled over abruptly. “Don’t you dare puke in my car” Kev looked back as Y\N opened the door and ran to the ditch.
Kev and V turned around to look at Carl, he watched Y/N from out of the open car door. “Even when she’s puking she looks like an angel” he blurted out. V raised her eyebrows, looking to Kev. “Did he just-” “I think so” Kev cut her off. Without thinking, Carl spoke again, “I want her. I want her to be mine.” He stated. Kev and V didn’t say a word. When Y/N got back in the car she rested her head on Carl’s shoulder. She closed her eyes as Carl rested his head atop of hers.
Looking back at them through the rearview mirror Kev smiled. “I always thought they’d be good together” V agreed, “they are like two peas in a pod. She’s good for him, she get him out of trouble.” She said, reaching for Kev’s hand. “They’re good kids” he spoke, looking towards her.
They pulled up in front of the Gallagher’s house, Carl had helped Y/N out of the car and held her close to him as V rolled the window down. “Take care of her Carl, I mean it” she said sternly. “Thank you Veronica.” He said. Y/N pulled on Carl’s shirt. “Can we go to bed now?” She asked. He nodded and helped her up to the door. He waved back to Kev and Veronica before going inside. They stumbled up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible without waking anyone up. They got into Carl’s room and he helped her up onto his bed. Carl looked at her and smiled to himself, one day he might actually pluck up the courage to ask her out on a date. One day.
He pulled her shoes off and lay in his bed next to her, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Goodnight baby girl. I love you, I always will” he whispered. “I love you too Carl” she spoke. His eyes went wide, he could have sworn she was asleep.
She is a crazy bitch. And not a crazy bitch like you’re a crazy bitch like, “oh bitch, you so crazy.” No! She once tried to beat me to death with a frozen fish because I had asked if there was any more broccoli
Word Count: 4,791 (my longest ever!!! sorry not sorry)
Warnings: descriptions of injuries (not too graphic)
A/N: My longest one shot ever!!!! It passed up “Perfection” (which was 3,157)!! I just couldn’t stop while writing this… And it’s also my first Kevin fic!!!! i love Kevin so much I had to do this. ^-^
I hot wired the first car I saw and sped the heck out of there, my right wrist and left shoulder screaming in pain. Not to mention I had a ton of cuts and bruises all over. Do you know how hard it is to drive a car with one hand and one shoulder? It’s pretty hard.
Man, I had screwed up. I screwed up really bad. I had broken one of the first, most important rules Sam and Dean had given me when they let me start hunting. Never go on a hunt alone. I was dead meat when I got home and Sam and Dean saw my injuries and put it together.
i remember around the time i started first seeing posts about twenty one pilots on my dash and it was always car radio gifs with the bit where tylers sitting on the floor in the beginning and idk why but i always thought his name was kevin??
You don’t know what we go through everyday so please stop complaining. You have no idea how fucked up this generation is, and the sad part is that you"ll never know how much pain we hold inside and pretend like nothing happen in front of you guys, so please understand that we know what hell looks like cause we’ve been through it. I know you guys love us but please understand. Thank you.