Carl Gallagher - Blog Posts

House Arrest

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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - smut

note - 16+

summary - you and your house arrest officer have some fun

warnings / includes - season 11 spoilers!! language, eating & food, teasing, usual crude shameless humour, smut - some dry humping, unprotected penetrative sex, riding, use of handcuffs. you are both adults in this !! also i just want to say, when i say “perky breasts” and “glowing skin” i mean that your nipples are hardened and yours aroused, and that your skin is beautiful and it looks perfect. just wanted to disclaim bc i dont want you guys to think im writing for a particular look of a person, because i dont have perky boobs either, or perfect looks but i just mean these descriptors as objective and just describing that youre turned on and that carl thinks youre gorg…. i felt like yall know this but i just wanted to say this ok bye enjoy reading lmao

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*gif isn’t mine* (i had to change the sexy gif guys sorry lmao)

“morning, miss, uh, l/n,” carl greeted. 

you ran your tongue over your lips, smirking and looking at him up and down. 

“you aren’t officer foster,” you stated. 

“uh, yeah, i’m not. she’s on vacation, so i’m her fill-in,” he explained. “mm, i bet you could fill me,” you muttered. 

“what was that?” carl questioned. 

you giggled as you saw his ears go pink. he obviously heard you, but he was trying to avoid starting anything. 

“nothing. so, how old are you?” you asked. “19,” he answered. 

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“ what's on your mind? ” you gently question, combing back the small wisps of brown hair from carl's eyes. he was gazing up at you angelically while you sat upon his lap and cradled his head to your chest.

big brown orbs blinked up at you, darting back and forth as they danced over your face. memorizing every freckle, and crease, and smile line for the hundredth time over. “ nothing... ” he sighed- only to close his eyes and tilt his forehead forward. lying it against your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the fabric of your shirt with a deep inhale. “ I just... love you, y/n. ”

a hum leaves your lips. smile of loving, graceful understanding stretching over as your nails rake up through his scalp, only to curve down and behind his ear. “ I love you too, sweet boy... ” you whisper gently, voice smooth as silk. an all too familiar warmth to your tone that carl adored. “ always will. ”

his grips tightens around your waist; fisting twisting into the back of your shirt. “ promise? ”

“ I promise, carl. ”

♠️ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 — CARL GALLAGHER

Experienced!Gentle!Carl x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Contains: Virginity loss, praise, swearing, oral fem!receiving, squirting, gentle sex, unprotected sex, talking through orgasm, slight overstimulation, creampie. Not proof read!

Synopsis: A story in which Carl comes over to your new apartment on the west side because you don’t want to spend the night alone. But things take a sexual turn after you ask him something.

Word Count: 3,191

Disclaimer: All characters are above 18!

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“My turn.” You say with a smug grin.

The two of you were sprawled out on your bed in your new apartment on the west side. Carl came over to keep you company since you had just moved in and had convinced yourself that the trees at night looked like burglars. He teased you for this but didn’t mind being of assistance.

It was a little past midnight, the moon and stars twinkled in the dark night, shining a dim light through the cracks of the blinds. Neither one of you could sleep and finally decided to play a card game to help pass by the time.

The two of you had half the deck of cards and you would both pull a card from the top and flip it over quickly, not knowing what card you’ve dealt. Whoever had the higher number got to ask the other person for something. Whether it was a favor, a dare, or just an embarrassing questions. You hadn’t really bothered to set up any strict regulations so everything was on the table.

Carl rolled his eyes yet again for what seemed like the fifth time tonight. He was convinced that you purposely shuffled the cards like this so you could ask all the questions.

“Go ahead. I’m an open book, anyway.” Carl huffed out, his eyes piercing yours.

“Okay..” you say, adjusting your weight in bed. Your eyes scattering across the room as you thought of what to say. But you had been playing for the past hour and were basically out of questions.

Except for one that kept rattling in your mind. But you refused to ask him that. You have no idea how he’d react and how the conversation would shift afterward. You didn’t want to fuck up the good friendship the two of you had going on.

“What is it, y/n? Spit it out, I can see you wanna ask me something.” Carl retorted, flicking his fingers through his smaller deck of cards.

“No, I can’t ask you that.” You try to chuckle off the embarrassment but your flushed cheeks have it away. “I’m trying to think of something else.”

“Well, clearly you can’t. There’s nothing you can ask me that I won’t answer, so just say what’s on your mind.” He says, his voice low and raspy. Sending shivers down your spine.

You waited a moment for your body to calm its nerves before finally mustering up the courage to ask, “Have you ever..?”

Carl, of course, being the idiot he is, genuinely does not know what you’re referring to as you move your hands in every which way, as if they were going to speak for your lack of words.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asks, his brows furrowing. He watched in pure confusion as you truly struggled to find the right words for him.

Finally you sighed and blatantly asked him, “Are you a virgin?”

He paused for a bit, probably just taken aback by your sudden curiosity. But when he didn’t speak it felt like your heart was skipping a beat, just waiting anxiously for his answer.

“I’m not, no.” Carl replied. His gaze ran along your curves for a split second and went back up to your eyes. “What about you?”

Knowing that’s not how the game works you decided to give him an answer anyway, his voice was nearly intoxicating. You just wanted to do anything he said with a voice like that.

“I am.” You say, but then furrowing your brows, and taking back your reply, “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?” Carl asked, shifting his weight in the bed. Sitting up straight and talk to get a better view of you. “Either you had sex or not.” He chuckled.

“I guess, technically, I am. But I’ve had a boyfriend in the past and I was never comfortable going all out with him but we had done other stuff.” You explain.

He gives you a nod, processing what you said. He really tried to hold his tongue but his curiosity got the better of him.

“What other stuff have you done?” He asks, grabbing your deck of cards from your hands and combining it with his. Completely forgetting the silly card game that started all of this.

He watched as you struggled with your words and fiddled around with your fingers anxiously.

Shit. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable. You probably thought he was being an asshole right about now. He immediately switched off all the lewd thoughts of you in his head. The thought of you squirming under his touch at all the unfamiliar feelings of immense pleasure that he desired to give you.

“Y/n, you don’t have to answer that. Just ignore I said any-“ he began to mutter out until his lips were met with yours.

For a half virgin you sure were bold. The plushness of your plump lips contrasted against his slightly chapped ones. The kiss started out gentle and sweet and quickly switched to something more hungry and lustful.

A strong arm snaked behind you, gripping the small of your back and gently guiding you to lay down against the soft mattress. Your dainty hands cupped both of his cheeks, drawing him closer into the heated kiss.

He was now on top of you, his body heat making your heartbeat increase and the subtle scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. All of him was purely alluring and you craved so much more. Even if he was your best friend. You couldn’t think of anybody else that you’d want your first time with other than him.

His hands wrapped around your waist, giving the most gentle squeeze as his knee probed against your core. Shamelessly grinding against you, desperate to get just the smallest amount of friction.

But you were a virgin. He didn’t want to rush this.

He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.

“Are you okay with all this?” He huffs out.

“Yes.” You mumbled, poking out your bottom lip. “I want to do this with you.”

It took every fiber in his being not to pounce on you and have his way with you right there and then when those words fell from your mouth. But he knew better than that, he was willing to control his urges to satisfy your needs.

“Okay. Tell me if you want to stop and I will.” He replies, his voice soft and low, sending vibrations all throughout your needy body. Having him on top of you like this was felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You could only imagine how you’d be when his dick pressed its way inside you, filling up your walls.

You sighed at the mere thought. Your lustful gaze never left his hands as his fingers danced around the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you, his eyes taunting you with want.

You nodded, giving him nonverbal permission to remove your top. He slowly pushed it up and pull it over your head.

“This too?” He purrs, his warm breath brushing gently against your soft skin. His fingers hooking around the waistband of your pants, eager to get these off and on the floor too.

“Yeah.” You mumbled. Watching his lips curl up into a smug grin as he pulled your pants down below your waist and tossing them onto the floor.

You were left in nothing but your bra and panties now. You shuddered underneath all his soft touches and gentle kisses he pampered your body with.

Strong hands snaked behind you, struggling at first to unhook your bra. Finally when he was successful he quickly discarded it, just itching to get to your tits.

Needy whines escaped past your lips, watching him squeeze your breasts together and fondle them gentle in his large hands. The softness of your mounds contrasted against his rough hands.

Your hands flatten against his shoulders, clenching onto the soft fabric of his shirt as he took your nipple into his mouth, sinking down as if trying to fit the whole thing in his mouth.

“Oh!” You whimpered as you uncontrollably squirmed under his tongue. Of course, you’ve experienced this before but it was so long ago. You forgot how amazing this felt.

“Carl..” You whine, desperately grinding your core against him. You entire body rocking back and forth from the mattress and up towards his body.

He bummed against your skin, never breaking contact with your tits. His warm, moist tongue swirled effortlessly around the sensitive bud as his other hand gave the other a gentle squeeze.

After a few more moments, Carl unlatches from you and rewards your body with warm sloppy kisses that trickled from your breasts down to your belly. Each kiss felt as if butterflies were swarming all around you and you were floating, just overcome with pleasure.

He groaned against the plush of your skin before muffling out, “So fucking perfect, y/n. I gotta be the luckiest man right now, hm.”

His hands wrapped gently around the outside of your thighs, caressing them slowly as he sat up straight supporting himself on his knees.

His flushed cheeks and hooded gaze fell onto you. Mentally taking thousands of pictures of you so that he could remember this lewd sight of you forever.

He crossed his arms and pulled at the hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. Your heart fluttered in your chest watching your best friend strip right in front you.

He prodded at his joggers, eager to get those off. He left his briefs on but you could see his very obvious hard on pressing it’s way through the thin fabric. Tingles traveled through your core and throughout your stomach, just pure butterflies of excitement to get this experience from no other than Carl Gallagher.

Warm hands flattened against your knees, slowly spreading your legs for him. Two fingers slithered down and met your clothed pussy. Your cute little whines were music to his ears as he watched you grind against his hand.

“So needy, hm?” Carl whispered. “Are you ready for to make your pussy feel good? I’ma have you whimpering and crying all night.”

You shuddered over his lewd choice of words. Your hands slide down and yanked at the waist and of your panties, desperate to get them off.

“Already a step ahead, huh?” He smirked, giving you a helping hand. “So eager for my tongue, I see.”

He beamed with pure amusement as he slid your panties down past the plush of your thighs and tossing them aside. You were completely nude for me, his body ached desperately for you but he pushed aside his pleasure and catered to yours. He was determined to make tonight all about you.

His warm hands flattened against your thighs, pushing your legs farther apart more firmly this time. As if to keep them there and don’t even dare to move.

He lowered himself to where his mouth aligned up with your cunt. It practically begged to be touched, your juices slipping out of your needy little slit, ready to drench the sheets.

One hand remained on your thigh but the other rested at lower stomach, his thumb pressing up against your puffy clit. A series of choked out moans spewed out from you as he began to rub tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Such a pretty pussy. Can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” He grunted, inhaling the alluring scent you put out for him. “Is that what you want? For me to fill you up to the brim, watching it pour out of you when I’m all finished?”

His words were ringing in your head, they were all so much to process. Your hands flew up to your face, hiding your flustered face before giving him a quick nod of embarrassment.

“No need to get shy now, y/n.” He cooed. “We’re only getting started.”

Without hesitation he moved away his thumb from your aching clit and flattened his tongue against your pussy. The moist muscle licking a stripe from your dripping slit up to your throbbing clit.

“Carl! Holy shit.” You cried out, your body curling up towards his. Your fingers ran through his soft locks as he swirled his tongue against your core. Shamelessly licking and sucking you, simply devouring your needy cunt.

Your hands harshly squeezed around both side of his head, desperately pushing his tongue deeper into your heat. He groaned against your soft skin, sending vibrations all through out. He didn’t mind your sudden roughness, in fact it only turned him on even more than he already was. His neglected cock twitched in his briefs from all the moans and whines you let fall from your lips.

He loved the way he was able to make your body move in ways they haven’t before. He loved that he was the first one to ever make you feel this way. To have you overcome with nothing but pure pleasure.

You legs trembled around him, trying desperately to keep them apart for him but you couldn’t help but clamp them around his head as you felt a familiar pool of warmth build up in the pit of your belly.

“Keep going, please.” You mewl, the grip on his hair getting tighter as he continued the same rhythm against your clit. “So close!”

Shortly after your warning, Carl grunted against as your core feeling your juices flood his mouth. A strangled cry came out of you as you rode out your very deserved orgasm.

He swallowed each and every bit of you juices before lifted up and wiping it from his lips and chin. Giving you that notorious grin of his.

“Bet you never had it like that, huh?” He says, his voice low and raspy.

You sigh out in relief, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath. You shake your head no, “Never. Not like that at least.”

Your pussy fluttered watching him hook his fingers around the waistband of his briefs. Swiftly pull them down and watching his flushed cock spring out, eager to slip inside the tight hole of yours. Ready to bring you orgasm yet again.

He grabbed onto yours thighs and pushed them back, putting your messy pussy on display for him. He beamed with amusement seeing how fucking drenched you were for him. He couldn’t wait to explore your wetness.

He slapped his heavy cock against your clit, your pussy squelched with each movement he made. Rubbing his member along your slick folds, teasing the both of you.

“Are you still positive you’re ready for this?” He huffed out, “We don’t have to keep going if-“

“I’m ready, Carl. I really need you inside me, please.” You cut him off, begging him with needy eyes and pouty lips.

Who was he to deny that? He gave you nod and pressed his dick lowering, searching for your entrance.

He grunted, his nostrils flaring as you let out a shaky exhale as he sank down into your warm cunt. You cried out for him, feeling his member gently press its inside of you.

Your nails dug into his arms, feeling each inch of him slowly make its way inside. Each movement was careful and his eyes never left your face, examining each and every change in your expression. Even if it was slight. He would immediately stop if he suspected that you were in pain.

But you took him so well. You didn’t put up a fuss as he pushed himself all the way inside.

“Fuck, y/n.” Carl sighed, his eyes rolling back into his head. He had no idea how he was going to last from the way your soft, moist walls clenched around his member. You whined feeling him twitch inside you. “You’re squeezing around me so tight.”

He stayed in that position, waiting for you approve his movement as he allowed you to adjust to his size.

He lowered himself, peppering soft kisses along your jaw and the nape of your neck. Brushing his lips against all your sweet spots he found earlier.

“You can move now.” You say, your voice soft and shaky.

He hesitated, pressing his forehead against yours. His lustful gaze never leaving your eyes as he watched every expression change in your sweet face while he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting his dick inside your hot cunt.

He slowly increased the pace of his thrusts when he knew you could take it, but keeping each movement steady for him to be able to get you to finish first.

Being so sensitive from cumming earlier you were practically meeting underneath his touches. His sweet praises he whispered rang in your ears and the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust made your legs shudder and your hips buck up towards him.

“How does it feel? Getting your pussy stretched out for the first time, hm?” Carl hummed through shaky breaths.

Your pussy fluttered, your walls clamping down around his member; earning a low grunt from him.

“So good, Carl.” You choked out, through a series of strangled and muffled moans. “Fill me up, please. I’m gonna cum again.”

He pressed a warm kiss against your forehead, as if saying your very wish was his command.

Your tits bounced as he sped up his thrusts that grew sloppier by the second. He was close too, you could tell by how his cock throbbed inside you.

His groans and your cries filled each other’s ears as the sound of your bodies clapping against each other filled the room.

A devious grin spread across Carl’s face as a hand slithered down your body and his thumb circled around your clit again. You let out a strangled cry, feeling him press up against your aching clit. It was all too much.

“I know, I know. Cum for me, y/n.” He purred. “Squirt all over this dick. Show me how good I can make you feel.”

Shortly after his words of encouragement, your walls tightened around him. You cried out his name, completely unraveling underneath him. Your arousal coated the base of his cock and fingers.

“My turn.” He huffed out. His strong hands flattened against your thighs, pushing them back. You were so overstimulated but you didn’t even care, you cunt hugged around him as he continued to ram his member inside you.

Leaving you a ruined mess as you squirmed against the mattress, “Cum inside, please.” You choked out.

As if waiting on your command, his cock gushed out his hot load of cum. You whined loudly feeling the warmth of his load filling up your walls and slowly pouring out of you.

He fucked his cum back into you with a few sloppy thrusts before finally dragging out his fat cock from your ruined cunt.

“How was I for your first?” He huffed out, with a smirk.

“Perfect.” You say through a shaky sigh.

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fuck.

i just finished packing 11 years worth of tv into 1 month, and fucking sobbed. franks dead, kev and v are moving, ian and mick are fucking married living on the west side, and lip is having another kid. the flashbacks really got me, seeing little baby fiona and debbie and liam. i’m so proud of carl and ian, they grew so much. my face is soaked from crying so much. shameless is 100% one of my all time favorite shows, ever

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MASTERLIST

All my shit is also on archive of our own if you vibe with that better

CARL GALLAGHER:

Hey Beautiful: in which Carl goes to buy Nick a bike and decideds this is the perfect time to make your life hell.

LIP GALLAGHER:

Whatever the Outcome (Complete):

1. Not Alone: in which Lip needs your help to convince Amanda to speak to the board regarding the picture she leaked of Helene, and you’re coming for blood.

2. Breaking the Glass: in which the hearing of Lip Gallagher and Professor Helene Runyon is today. You watch it all unfold, it seems, with your hands clasped tightly over your eyes.

HARRY STYLES:

A Drunk Video: in which you and Harry get absolutely wasted and make a decision to make a YouTube video. It was probably a bad decision.

PETER MAXIMOFF

How (On Hold):

1. Something Had Happened: in which you occupy a position in S.H.I.E.L.D. As the person in charge of hiding and rehubilitating superheroes, you never expected to be tasked with hiding someone from another reality.

2. Brown Eyes Unsure: in which Maximoff is a stranger to this reality. What were your options, and could he be trusted?

STILES STILINKSKI

The Poly Teen Wolf Rewrite No One Asked For or PTWRNOAF for short (please don’t call it that) PTWR? Idk just say Poly Teen Wolf and I’ll get it. ):

1. Bodies, Bites, and Bitches: in which you and your best friends prepare for sophomore year only for corpses, animal bites, new abilities, and a chilling red head keep your gang from having a normal first day.

Hey Beautiful

Rating: Teen and up

Pairing: Carl Gallagher x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,388

Summary: Carl goes to buy Nick a bike and decideds this is the perfect time to make your life hell. Set in 6x04

Warnings: lots of swearing, “that’s Carl, he used to be white”, Nick being iconic as always

A/N: I’ve never written for Carl or for anything in Shameless so like go easy on me. Pls

You sat behind the counter with your head propped up on your hand. Lazily looking down on your phone and swiping through your Instagram feed.

The little bell over the door chimed and you looked up, slightly irritated that now you had to talk with someone. Probably some dad with his fucking kid, buying his “little champ” his first bike. Ever since those rich Northsiders started crawling in, business at the bike store your dad owned had been good. On the downside, if you had to suffer through a story about how amazing training wheels were going, you were going to commit homicide.

To your surprise a kid around your age swaggered into the store. Well more like trying to swagger. The short white kid with light brown hair in cornrows tried very hard. You glanced at his hair again. The highlights in the brown could be a dark blonde really. This fucker was a basically a blonde hair, blue eyed, midget and he was trying to act all tough. You rolled your eyes and looked back at your phone, already nauseous from this interaction.

“Shit if I knew this is what waited for me, I would’ve come in earlier. What’s your name, beautiful?” He said. You closed your eyes and counted to five before opening them and giving him a blank look.

“You here for anything or are you going to waste my time?” You drawled, crossing your arms and looking out the window. A very tall dark skinned man stood outside the store. Fiddling with the handles of a brown bike. His face didn’t reveal much, but his eyes were lit with excitement. You smiled softly at the sight and turned back to the kid in front of you.

He leaned against the counter and a smirk appeared on his mouth. “Oh I’m here for something, you took my heart and I want it back.”

You wanted to groan, but you stopped yourself and instead rolled your eyes. Your dad had a security camera pointed at you right now. If he saw you being rude to a customer you’d be in a world of trouble.

“Funny.” You deadpanned and rested your chin on your hand again. “That your friend outside? The bike’s $300.”

The kid, to his credit, didn’t even blink and slapped the money on the counter. Usually the prices scared off the idiots who were looking for an easy ride. You hated that you were slightly impressed. You eyed the money and raised an eyebrow to the kid.

“What just ‘cause I’m black means you're gonna refuse my money? Think all black people are criminals? Shit baby, I didn’t know you were like that.” He put a hand to his chest, acting offended. You couldn’t help yourself and let out a scoff. You reached for the money on the counter before the kid grabbed it back. You instead, put your hand on his and his stupid face moved into a wide grin.

“Yeah that’s what I like to see baby, knew you wanted me.”

“Shut the fuck up. And why are you acting so hard, you’re the whitest thing in here with that wannabe hair and those blue ass eyes.” You spat moving your hand off his like it was made of fire. To your surprise his shit eating grin only got wider. He opened his mouth to say something before the bell on the door chimed again.

His friend walked into the store. One of the bike handles clutched tightly in his hand, and a little kid holding his other. You wondered where the hell the kid came from. He looked to be about four and he smiled brightly at the idiot standing at the counter. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked between the three boys in the store.

“Ay Nick. Little homie.” The idiot in front of you called as he turned to look at the two. The two elder boys seemed to be having a silent conversation. Idiot turned back around and nodded.

“You got any really fancy locks?” He asked. He reached to his neck to fiddle with the gold chain sitting there. You were taken aback by the question and the lack of flirty attitude. Something about the earnest way he asked and the nervousness of his hands threw you off. Your eyes widened slightly as your brain tried to keep up with what was happening. It was as if this guy did a full 180. It was as if you were to admit you didn’t have any bike locks he would be crushed. And for what? He was so selfish he needed to protect his stupid bike that he made his friend lug around? And who was that kid? Why was he looking at this wannabe like he personally hung the moon in the sky?

“Uh yeah, you got a price range?” You asked finically regaining the ability to speak. You pushed back on the chair and tossed your phone on the counter. Moving swiftly to get out from behind it.

“Just give me the best you have. No one is taking Nick’s bike.”

You froze as your hand reached up to grab the Kryptonite Kryptolok from the top shelf. This was all for his friend? The kid was willing to lose $300 on a bike as well as blow $50 on a bike lock? All for his friend? He looked that concerned over the safety of a stupid bike, because his friend wanted it?

You blinked a few times and grabbed the lock. You tossed it to Nick who caught it. His expression never changed from the blank on his face, but he nodded to you. You took that to mean he was happy. You could feel the guy's eyes watching you from the counter. Never leaving your figure as you moved to grab the lock and now walking back. You cleared your throat and slid back behind the counter. Not looking him in the eyes.

You could tell how much this bike meant to Nick. Could see that this was the most important thing. You didn’t know anything about Nick, you sure as hell couldn’t drop $350 on a ride. The fact that his friend did it so easily, without any care, without any fucking hesitation made a blush start to creep up onto your cheeks.

“That’ll be $350. That all?” You said trying to recapture that hardass voice you had earlier. You looked down at the counter and fiddled with your phone that was lying there. You didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t want him to see what his actions did to you. He was glad to spend that much to make his friend happy and that made your heart stutter. He may look like an idiot in that ghetto getup, but his actions were something you couldn’t ignore. You bit the bullet finally and risked looking up at him.

He smiled this time. An actual smile. Not that stupid cocky grin or that dumbass smirk, a cute little smile. You shook your head to clear the word ‘cute’ from your mind. He slid the money he put down earlier across the counter and dropped another hundred on top.

“Keep the change beautiful.”

Him and his friend turned to go before you did the most embarrassing thing possible.

You called him back.

He froze and his black puffy jacket shifted as he turned to look back at you. That stupid smirk was back on his face and you hated that you thought it looked good on him. You took a leftover receipt off the counter, jotted your number on it, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it at him.

“Text me sometime, tough guy.” You teased as he bent to pick up the paper ball. He laughed as he tossed it between his hands. He shoved the ball in his pocket, fiddled with his chain and smiled at you.

With a wink he pushed open the door and called back to you, “See you around beautiful.” And with that Nick, the kid, and him left your store and made their way out of sight.

It wasn’t until later when your phone buzzed in your pocket did the grin on your face finally ease up, if only a little.

Hey beautiful. The name’s Carl

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