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ruewrote · 1 year

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𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.

PAIRING: carl gallagher x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: angst? mostly fluff SONG INSPIRATION: there for you by martin garrix WORD COUNT: 748

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it had been well past dark when you got the call. carl’s words coming out frantic and rushed. this would happen on occasion, he felt the most comfort talking to you about his problems, thoughts and feelings.

as of late he had been drifting from you doing god knows what, whatever it was — it distanced the two of you. it hurt you, cut deep.

you were always connected at the hip ever since you had started high school. carl had taken an interest in you almost instantly, it started with him sitting at the other end of your empty table at lunch, a greeting of a small nod, turned into a wave and more.

it wasn’t hard to fall in love with carl, whatsoever.

it made it easier as he’d make sure no one messed with you in school,

as he’d walk you home to make sure you were safe even though you lived down the street from him.

even helped him with studies after juvie.

you wrote him every single day, not knowing if he would write back or even care.

he did.

he’d never let you know but he had saved each and every note that you sent to him in a little box under his bed, carl knew no one would ever go under there so it was his little secret.

fiona was beyond grateful for you. not just for looking out for carl, but for when you’d offer to babysit liam or help out with some chores around the house.

you were basically part of the family. being there every single time monica decided to turn up and do a shitty job of parenting then flunk off when it didn’t go to plan.

holding carl as he cried in your arms everytime, until the day when she passed and it was time where he had to finally come to terms with it all.

the point is, you had been through a lot with him so whenever you’d get a call no matter what time or day you’d pick up.

this had been one of those times.

“i-i’m sorry for calling, i k-know that i’ve not been in touch lately and i was so stupid for not c-calling you sooner — b-but i need you.”

with that said you ended the call, throwing on your slippers — crawling out of your window and making a run for the gallagher's front door.

you didn't care about the chance of someone seeing you running down the street in your pyjamas not like it'd be the weirdest anyone would see around here.

sliding to a stop as you arrived at the house, he was sat on the bottom step, head in his hands.

"oh carl..."

gasping as you saw the stitches in his forehead, instantly running over and grasping his face in your hands checking him over asking him a thousand questions at once.

but stopping mid sentence when you notice the tear stains on his cheeks - as his bottom lip wobbled at the familiarity of it all.

"im s-sorry for calling you so late-" his apologies were cut short as you pulled him into a hug. he sobbed into your shoulder, eyes tearing up as you feel him collapse into your touch.

sitting down where he had sat previously not letting go of him in the process.

carl's hands dug into the soft material of your shirt as his sobs turned to sniffles.

he pulled away just enough so you could see his face, letting you gently wipe away his tears.

“do you want to talk about it?” the only response you got was a shaken head.

“well if it helps i’ve missed your dumbass.” punching his arm lightly before leaning into his side, listening to the sound of your light breathing and dogs barking in the distance.

“'missed you too, it’s been too long since i last saw you.” you just gave him a slight nod as the sadness takes over you and a frown replaces your smile.

you and carl decided to make your way to 7/11 to get slushies, catching up as you walked home hand-in-hand, bumping each others shoulders as you walked down the path to your house.

slipping back into your window, bundling up under the covers.

carl laying on your chest, you stroking his hair lulling the both of you into a deep sleep.

you’d decided that you wouldn't let time come between the pair of you again.

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jessicasjournal444 · 2 years

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she know she ain't gone find that nigga that beat that pussy wetter than me 🙇🏽‍♀️

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jovenshires · 4 months

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requested ONLY by @agnewbones, here is the full iwks cast as imagined by me <3 ill put all the ones i already talked ab up top and all the new ones under the cut just so they're all in one place !!

spencer: ethan cutkosky

tommy: dale whibley

shayne: owen joyner

damien: leo howard

alex: naleye junior dolmans

keith: aubrey joseph

chanse: jay lycurgou

jeremy: lucas hedges

patrick: owen teague

ify: khalid

brennan: ryan potter

tim: ty simpkins

amanda: for this current age and era of amanda (prequel notwithstanding - mayhaps ill do a different casting of that later on whos to say), i'll say bianca comparato. i'd believe she was a tired soccer coach mother of eleven who's gay for her opposing coach.

angela: not that she's had a big part in the fic (YET.......) but im gonna say gia mantegna. another actress who needs a comeback!! yes i watched unaccompanied minors. anyway she has those angela eyes.

rock: this was a close second for ify, but i just think he has a more youthful fun energy that's much closer to rock's specific vibe than ify's. he also gives the 'keeping ify in line' energy that rock most certainly needs. anyway rj cyler!!

marcus: xolo maridueña has been popping off recently and rightfully so. marcus is only a bit part but i think he can be everybody's baby the way god intended. he doesn't have The Eyebrows but we can get them there i know it

ian: this one is more about vibes than look and also it made me laugh. because who gives that sad, washed-up older brother vibe QUITE LIKE skyler gisondo. this casting is everything to me i think it's so funny.

aguilar: do you think we can get away with rico rodriguez in a serious-ish role. i mean it's a comedy role in a serious-ish show. i just think he has the range.

luke: as a fun little nod to the series that was the partial inspiration for iwks, a little bit part for mister kit connor.

peter: wyatt oleff has that swagless mess energy about him

duran: im gonna go diego josef who is also from 'somewhere inside your house'. literally cried over his character watching this terrible movie bc his acting was incredible. (he was also just the best character imo.) i also cry over duran regularly so this all makes sense to me !

josh: this one's so tough but i think im going one of my other spencer options which was griffin gluck. he just has that :) face josh has

andre: how long has it been since YOU'VE seen mighty med. devon leos. we're giving people comebacks bestie

greg: jack mulhern my beloved. now its just katies dream actors coming to hang out man

garrett: whos getting the honor.... THE PRESTIGE. wouldn't it be fucking funny if i said like jacob elordi or something. anyway cameron gellman looks appropriately sad

josh (mythical): HMMMM.... there's so many people who i think look like him but are JUST too old for this. i almost used him a couple different times in the original cast but im gonna go with rudy pankow. he's josh-shaped !

trevor: it's giving austin abrams. he just has that trevor silly lil guy vibe. it's just a bit part (for now :)) BUT i think he'd eat

zach: adrian greensmith is THE perfect vibe and you cannot change my mind

#iwks #fic #personal #once again. SO much fun thank you for asking <3333

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kismetharborconnections · 26 days

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JOSEPHINE SPRING IS LOOKING FOR THEIR YOUNGER HALF-SIBLING!

tw: potential parental death

OOC: marie

Character: Jo Spring

Type of Connection: Younger half-sibling (can be changed to a brother or non-binary sibling, could also be trans)

WC Name: UTP Spring

Age Range: 21-23

FC Options: Isabel May, Diana Silvers, Sophie Thatcher, Kit Connor, Sebastian Croft, Ethan Cutkosky, Gavin Casalegno, Kizzy Edgell

Would you like to be contacted?: Yes please!

Triggers: childhood neglect, potential parental death

Connection Description: They were born in Kismet Harbor and has never left. Depending of how old they end up being, Jo was present for the first 3-5 years of their life. They could be born right after or close to their parents’ wedding (or even a bit before if you prefer to have her on the bit older side). About 10 years after Jo left, they called her because DCF was threatening to take them away. What happens in the meantime is UTP as long as it leads there. I imagined the mother either left or died, but when is UTP. The relationship to the dad is also mostly UTP. When Jo comes back, she takes care of them. They could be studying still and Jo would help with that, but if they are, they’d have a part time job. Jo and the siblng are very close and they are super important to Jo. Personality-wise, I imagined them somewhat similar to Jo (stubborn, sarcastic, loyal) but maybe a bit more open, that’s pretty much UTP though.

#kismetharbor.wanted #isabel may #diana silvers #kit connor

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hereforevr · 1 month

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is that ETHAN CUTKOSKY? oh, no, that’s ARIN CALLISTER, a TWENTY-FOUR year old FREELANCE ENGINEER who uses HE/HIM pronouns. they currently live in QUILPUÉ, and the character they identify with most is LEO VALDEZ from THE RIORDANVERSE. hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

content warning for ( teenage ) pregnancy, paragraphs will be marked accordingly !

» FULL NAME arin bennett callister » AGE twenty-four » GENDER / PRONOUNS cis man, he/him ( but in the way that he doesn't care if he's called girl in "girl shut the fuck up" kinda way ) » BIRTHDATE / ZODIAC november 03, 1999, scorpio

» BIRTHPLACE secaucus, new jersey » CURRENT RESIDENCE quilpué commune, chile

» MOTHER cadence callister, baker, alive » FATHER ( bio ) who cares, who knows, ??? ╱ ( stepfather ) carson callister, data analyst, alive » SIBLINGS nolan callister ⸺ 11 year old half brother , landon callister ⸺ 6 year old half brother » OTHER RELATIONSHIPS tbd

» LINKS pinterest spotify

TW PREGNANCY // like most of her classmates in her senior year of high school, cadence roque had her life well planned for. going to college, keep up a long distance relationship with her high school sweetheart (at a different school in a different state), start her career — than start a family. in her thirties, maybe? and like many of her classmates, life didn't exactly pan out that way. it just happened for her a little earlier than the rest of them. with two solid blue lines on multiple, increasingly expensive pregnancy tests. //

so starting a family was happening a little earlier. she could work with that, right? as it turns out, her high school boyfriend wasn't keen on the idea. he wasn't going to turn down his out of state scholarship to go to a closer school for a kid he didn't even want. the relationship imploded spectacularly. she had her family's support to fall back on, though. they were willing to let her stay at home, watch the baby while she went to school and give them both the most stable life they could.

and so arin was born, on a frigid morning, and went home to a family that he would eventually realize was a bit unconventional. he had a happy early childhood, spending a lot of his time with his grandparents and uncle while his mother worked her way through school. eventually graduating the same week arin himself graduated preschool. shortly after, cadence got a job at a bakery. a revised dream job. and arin often sat in the front window doing his homework. which is just where he was when he started to notice the same customer coming in every single day and spending quite a bit of time talking to his mother. talking to his mother soon turned to taking a few minutes to talk to arin every time, gaining his trust fairly quickly to the point he started looking forward to the daily visits.

so you can imagine his surprise when the man from the bakery shows up at their house one night to take both of them out to dinner. over dinner, he gets a second grade-appropriate explanation about how they've been spending a lot of time together and really like each other, and to ask arin if he was okay with that. which, of course, he was.

from there, carson callister was a central figure in his life. moving in shortly after and two years later, a wedding. arin asked if he could change his last name too, to match. another year, and carson gets a job offer that would take the family out of the country and all the way to chile. a big risk, but one they ultimately decided to take. arin was about to start middle school anyway, and he was enthusiastic about the move. something about adventures and showing off his 20 word spanish vocabulary ( courtesy of a friend at school ).

TW PREGNANCY // upon moving and getting settled in, another surprise — a baby. arin for one couldn't have been more excited. he'd been asking for a little sibling since kindergarten. cadence and carson were more than content with the two kids, even with one gearing up for college, but the third had other plans. more than happy to take over half of arin's bedroom while he was off living in a dorm room. //

these days he's out on his own. got himself an apartment close to home ( with a little help from his parents with the rent ), but still spends a lot of time at home. spending as much time as he physically can with his younger brothers, despite that meaning waking up before noon most days. he's maybe not always the best influence on them — he's the one who taught both of them to swear after all. but he does his best.

MISC INFO

played hockey as a kid. very aggressively. somehow still has all his permanent teeth. switched to skateboarding when they moved since ice is harder to come across in chile than it is in new jersey.

similarly: he is the only man on this planet who knows absolutely anything about the chilean national ice hockey team.

learned how to code modding minecraft, of all things. still enjoys modding minecraft. you ever seen a fundy video? he does that for fun.

job description? technically he's in cybersecurity, white hat hacking shit, goes after security bugs and reports them back to the companies for a bounty. but thats a lot to explain to people, so he calls himself an engineer and bores them with computer babble until they leave him alone.

will provide tech support for very cheap !!!!! however he will go out of his way to make you feel as stupid as possible for asking, even if its something he's struggling with. so it’s a double edged sword.

big momma’s boy. you know the gag where the guy is yelling and telling his friends he’s gonna kick their asses then answers his ringing phone like “hi momma :)” ? that’s him.

dyslexic. illiterate. some other flavor of neurodivergent too. probably. he's not going out of his way to figure out what's wrong with him.

LOVES building computers. his brothers have one of his hand-me downs and its disgustingly overpowered for doing nothing but minecraft and roblox and emulating pc games from 2001 that he played as a kid. finding the newest stuff, making it all work together, putting it together in the most optimized way possible, LED LIGHTS? great fun. ( on second thought maybe it is just autism. )

absolutely no brain to mouth filter. he only means to insult people to their face like forty percent of the time. sorry about that.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

( i will add to this later, probably )

» ROOMMATE his parents help him pay rent, its very cheap to just room with him. his mother’s rubbed off on him enough that he’d probably let an acquaintance move in with him if they said they needed somewhere. liking each other is not required.

» VARIOUS FLAVORS OF FRIEND he's been here since he was like 11-ish if i'm doing my math right, so childhood friends !! could also maybe have a long-distance friend from nj who moved after high school? online gaming turned irl friend maybe. other tech-y people to annoy. friends with detriments.

» STUFF I CAN'T MAKE MORE VERBOSE FOR THEIR OWN BULLETS people with siblings/kids around the same ages as his brothers, someone he can talk about hockey please god he'll even take a penguins or a rangers fan, neighbors who hate him for playing 100gecs at full volume at 2am, grown adults who feed him something that isn't microwavable occasionally

#valpohqintro #if these timelines are off no they arent i tweak it every fucking group i drag him to

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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Second Chance

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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff, lil angst

note / request - “hi! can we get a carl x reader during like season 10. they were together in the past and they broke up, but hang out everyday. but carl still likes her so he tries getting her back.” this is so trash lmao, but enjoy!

summary - you and carl dated a while back, but now are just friends. he spends the day with you, hoping to win you back

warnings - language, underage drinking, suggestive content but no real smut

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“Hey, C-Bear!” You called out.

“‘Sup, Y/n/n!” Carl smiled at you. You ran up the stairs of his porch and gave him a tight hug.

“How was Florida?” Carl asked once you pulled back.

“Hot as shit, but fun. How was Chicago?” You asked a giggle.

“Same old,” he shrugged.

You looked at your best friend and smiled. “So, what’re we gonna do today? It is the last day of summer.”

“I was thinking of just hanging out here. It’s too hot to do anything,” Carl shrugged.

You nodded, “Sounds good.”

You two walked into Carl’s house. You saw Franny on the couch with Debbie.

“Hey, Debs. Hi, Fran-Fran!” You squealed and went over to Franny.

“Y/n!” Franny exclaimed.

“How have you been, squirt?” You asked the little girl, picking her up in your arms.

“Good,” she smiled widely. “Good,” you smiled.

Carl looked at you while talking to Franny, absolutely mesmerized.

You and Carl had dated the previous summer. You two had a good run. You lasted for 6 months before Carl had met a girl named Anne at his job. You noticed him slipping away slowly everyday. It broke your heart and you knew that you had to end it. Carl obviously didn’t realize he was falling in love with someone else, so you sat him down and told him you were breaking up with him. It hurt like a bitch for you, but you knew it was for the best so you wouldn’t end up getting more hurt in the end. You handled it maturely, telling him that you two could still be friends no matter what. You two were friends way before you dated, anyways.

Carl handled it differently, though. He was angry at you for accusing him for falling in love with another girl. He cursed at you, stormed out of your car, and didn’t talk to you for 2 weeks. You missed him, but you were kind of thankful he left you alone.

In those 2 weeks, you were able to rediscover your self worth. You managed to convince yourself that Carl was just like every other guy at your age; stupid. You knew you were hot shit and if he didn’t want you, then that was his loss.

Even though you said this to yourself everyday, the hurt feelings didn’t stop. It took you a good 2 months to stop thinking about Carl and Anne together, him possibly cheating on you while he was on the job. You finally got over all the anxious thoughts and were happier now. You’d never admit it, but you were still in love with Carl, and you knew that he was the one, but the one that got away.

Those 2 weeks for Carl were absolute hell. He missed you so much and started to pull away from Anne. Pulling away from Anne made him realize that you were right. That he was slowly falling in love with another woman, but he also realized that he loved you more. He took those 2 weeks to straighten himself up. He did pep-talks with himself, had his brothers help him out in what to do. They gave him hell for letting you go. Even they knew you were the one for him and reminded him of it everyday.

Carl called you up after those two weeks and you agreed to try and be friends. It was hard for the first month, for both of you. You two were quiet and awkward when you hung out. You wouldn’t even hug him goodbye when you left his house, much less a high-five. But, it gradually got easier. You two saw each other more and fell into a comfortable rhythm, which consisted of you ignoring your feelings of love for him, and Carl acknowledging his feelings for you, always thinking of ways to get you back, but none of them working out.

Now it was a year later and you two were back to being best friends like you were before you started dating. You had pushed the feelings you had for Carl away so much, it was barely there anymore. It was the opposite for Carl, he was still so deeply in love with you. So now that it was the last day of summer, he had planned to spend the whole day with you, try and woo you and get you back.

“Are you hungry?” Carl asked, grabbing back your attention.

You nodded. “Starving.”

“I think we have some cookies we can bake, right Debs?” Carl asked his sister.

“I think so. We also have decorating icing, too,” Debbie said.

“Great! What kind of cookies do you guys have?” You asked, going over to the kitchen. “Just chocolate chip, I think. Maybe sugar cookies?” Debbie said.

You hummed and looked in their fridge and found two rolls of chocolate chip and sugar cookies.

“Found ‘em!” You exclaimed excitedly.

Carl went into the kitchen with you, smiling at the happy expression you had on your face.

“Help me put them on a tray?” You asked.

Carl nodded and went next to you. He took the sugar cookie roll and broke it into pieces. Debbie walked over to the kitchen, taking a seat, wanting to catch up with you.

“So, why did you guys do in Florida?” Debbie asked.

“Went swimming, went to Universal Studios. We went to a lot of nice restaurants. I met a few cute guys there, too,” you smiled.

“Ooh, really?” Debbie smirked. “Any that stuck?”

“This one kid named Josh. We played volleyball on the beach for a while. He told me he liked my swim suit,” you smirked.

“Did you two hook up,” Debbie asked.

Carl tensed at her words. He hoped you would say no. You weren’t like someone to jump into things like that so fast. Sure, you had a few boyfriends before Carl, but he knew that you took time in getting to know him. Plus, your first time was with him.

“Nah. I’m pretty sure he had a girlfriend. There was a girl on the beach that kept glaring at me and hanging onto his arm. I even saw them kiss a few times,” you snorted.

“Wow, he sounds like an ass,” Debbie said.

“Yep. That’s why I rejected his kind offer to fuck,” you laughed.

“Atta girl,” Debbie gave you a high-five.

“Yeah, I didn’t really feel like becoming the talk of the town or whoever those people lived,” you chuckled.

"It’s good you said no,” Carl chimed in.

“Oh, yeah, why? Besides the obvious,” you raised a brow.

“Because it’s not you to hook up randomly,” Carl said.

“Are you implying I’m a prude,” you chuckled.

“No, no. I just... you waited until we dated to fuck, I-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you cut Carl off. You moved to put the cookies in the oven. Carl couldn't see it, but you were very flustered.

Him mentioning your romantic past brought up memories. These memories were the ones you didn’t mind remembering. They just made your legs weak heart swell.

Carl was right, you did wait until you two were dating to have sex. You wanted it to be special and even though you two were just friends at the time, before you two were dating, you knew that sex with him would be special. And to your delight, it was. He was gentle, sweet, loving. He payed attention to you the whole time. It was one of the things you knew would live in your memory forever.

“You waited?” Debbie asked. “Yeah,” you stood back up and shrugged.

“Wow, I wish I had your self control,” Debbie snorted.

“It wasn't about self control. It was just knowing who was right for me,” you said. Your gaze fell on Carl as you said those words.

He had a small on his face, to which you returned. Your heart fluttered at the sight, which made you avert your gaze immediately. Even though you didn’t mind the memories, you did mind the feelings they and him brought. As much as you hated to admit it, a part of you was still attracted to him.

That part of you was the one you constantly had to push away. You had to remind yourself what he did. How he fell in love with another girl. How he let go someone good, kind, so loving and supportive. You knew if you let that other part of you invade your mind and feelings, you would be in his bed making out with him and possibly getting hurt, which was something you didn’t want.

“How long do these have to bake?” Carl asked.

“Like 15-20 minutes,” you said. He nodded and put his tray in the oven.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Carl asked.

“Sure,” you nodded.

“I’m gonna go and meet Claudia. Watch Franny for me?” Debbie asked.

“I’d love to!” You smiled. You loved Franny. She was such an easy and good kid to watch. She took care of herself, too, so all you had to do was make her food whenever she was hungry.

“Great, thank you. I’ll see you guys later!” Debbie smiled and left the house.

“Franny, do you wanna watch a movie with us?” You asked the little girl.

“Yeah!” She smiled.

“Great! What movie do you want to watch?” You asked.

Carl smiled at you as you talked to Franny. Seeing you play with Franny was one of the things that made him fall in love with you. Seeing a girl good with kids was attractive as hell.

“She wants to watch Sleeping Beauty,” you said and walked over with Franny to the couch.

“Alright. I’ll put in the DVD,” Carl said.

“Thanks,” you smiled.

He smiled back at you and nodded. You sat on the couch, Franny sitting next to you. Carl walked back to the couch and groaned internally. He was planning on sitting next to you so you could lay your head on his shoulders whenever you go tired, which was something you did during every movie you two watched together. But now you couldn’t do that because Franny was sitting in the middle.

“What’s wrong, C-Dog?” You noticed his annoyance.

“Nothing. I’ve just watched this movie a billion times,” he sighed.

“That's what you get for having a little child in the house,” you chuckled and turned your attention over to the movie.

About 20 minutes in the movie, the oven beeped, singling that the cookies were done.

“Franny, do you want to decorate cookies or watch the movie?” You asked while getting up.

“I wanna watch the movie,” she said.

“Alright, kid. Don’t cause any trouble in here. Aunt Y/n and Uncle Carl will be in the kitchen,” you said and patted her head.

She giggled and you left to go to the kitchen with Carl.

“You’re really good with her,” Carl complimented you.

“Thank you. I have two little brothers, so I’ve learned a thing or two about kids. You just gotta treat them like adults, but also make sure they know they’re boundaries. Franny is such a good kid, though, she doesn’t need a lot of boundaries or rules,” you explained.

Carl nodded. “Oh, yeah. How are Lucas and Lyle?”

“Trouble,” you chuckled. Carl laughed with you. “I bet not as much trouble as I was when I was little.”

“Hm, true,” you giggled, recalling memories of when you two were in elementary school.

“You’ve shaped up good, though. Military school helped with that,” you complimented.

“Thank you. You’ve always been good. Even when we broke up,” Carl remarked.

You met his eyes. A frown was plastered on your lips. “Thank you. I try not to be sour and shit. I know it gets me nowhere.”

“Yeah, I learned that the hard way,” Carl sighed, referring two his 2-week temper tantrum.

You gave him a kind smile. “It’s alright. I’m glad we stayed friends, though.”

Yeah, friends, Carl thought in dismay.

He put on a fake smile though. “Me, too.”

You went over to the cupboard and got out some decorative icing that you found. You put them on the kitchen counter and picked up a sugar cookie.

“What’re you gonna put on yours?” You asked.

“A penis,” Carl said.

You rolled your eyes, but laughed. “I take back what I said about you shaping up.”

Carl laughed with you, “Hey! Not fair. You asked me and I responded honestly.”

“True,” you giggled. You squirted some icing on Carl’s face, irrupting into a fit of laughter when it got all over the left side of his face.

“And I take back what I said about you always being mature!” Carl exclaimed, squirting some icing on you. It landed on your collar bone. Carl eyed the bare skin, licking his lips, wishing he could lick it up.

You noticed his stare. Your heart couldn’t help but race. You felt yourself start to get sweaty under your armpits. You averted your gaze and got a towel to wipe the icing off. Carl grabbed the towel out of your hands.

“Here, let me,” Carl offered. “I was the one to make the mess.” You rolled his eyes. You knew this was one of his ways of trying to flatter you and kiss you. You let him, though. You would never admit it to anyone, but you liked when he did these things. Not so much because he was still pining over you, but it reminded you of how much of a caring boyfriend he was.

You leaned against the counter while Carl wetted the towel. He gently wiped the icing of your collar bone. Your heart skipped a beat as his fingertips brushed lightly over your skin. His face was abnormally close to yours, too. He was crouched down and looked up to you every so often. It made your stomach flip. It reminded you of when he ate you out, looking up at you with his lips glistening. You averted your gaze, feeling warmth spread between your legs.

Carl was taking an annoyingly long time. You sighed heavy, hoping he would be done soon because if not, you would just end up kissing him. To your releif, he backed away from you, throwing the towel in the sink. He got another towel to wipe his face off.

Even though you looked relieved on the outside, your heart was begging for him to comeback and be close to again, to tease you.

“Did you like that?” Carl asked, smirking at you.

“No, you were very slow,” you lied. Carl frowned at you and looked away. You felt bad, but you didn’t say anything.

“Let’s finish the cookies so Franny can eat some,” you said.

Carl nodded. You two decorate the cookies in silence. You put them on plates, bringing them into the living room.

“Here, Franny,” you said and put one of the plates on the table. You sat back down, Carl following slowly after you.

You took a few cookies, giving Franny two and keeping two for yourself.

“Thank you,” Franny said.

You gave her a sweet smile. “You are very welcome.”

Carl took a couple cookies and slumped back on the couch. The tension between you two was thick. It hadn't been like this for a while, but you knew to just let it subside until you felt ready to talk again. Luckily, the movie was still going, so you had an excuse to not converse. By the end of the movie, Franny had fallen asleep. Her head was on your lap and the rest of her body was on Carl’s. When the movie was done, Carl helped you carry Franny back up to Debbie’s room. You two tucked her in and went back downstairs.

You went back into the kitchen, grabbing two beer bottles for Carl and you.

“Thanks,” Carl said when you handed him a bottle.

You hummed in reply and sat back down on the couch. You turned on the TV, switching to re-runs. Carl sat next to you, leaving lots of space in-between you two.

“How is everyone else doing?” You asked.

“Good. Lip and Tami have Freddy and Ian has Mickey,” Carl said.

“Wow, everyone is shacked up, huh?” You asked.

“Yeah, even Debbie. She gets mad money, too,” Carl chuckled.

“It’s weird the way the world works,” you remarked, half paying attention to Golden Girls. “Have you met any girls this summer?” You asked, your stomach flipping thinking about his answer.

“A few, but I’m not really interesting in dating,” Carl shrugged.

You turned to him, fully surprised. “Carl Gallagher, not interested in dating? I think the world is ending.”

Carl chuckled, “I’m just not interesting in dating the girls I met.” Carl scooted closer to you while saying those words, putting a hand on your thigh.

Your heart pounded against your ribcage. Carl was getting closer and closer to you. You didn’t move, though. You liked his touch and being in his vicinity.

“Who are you interested in dating?” You whispered.

Carl’s eyes burned into yours. They drifted down to your lips and back up to your eyes. Your body shivered and butterflies shot down your whole body. You found yourself moving closer to him, putting your hand over his.

“You,” Carl spoke.

You looked into his eyes deeply. You could tell he meant what he said. The look on his face was almost enough for you to kiss him, but you pulled away. His hand slipped off your thigh. You stood up off the couch, putting on your shoes.

“I should go. It’s late and my parents are probably wondering where I am,” you said, avoiding eye contact.

“No, stay. Your parents know where you are and probably aren’t worried. You always stay over,” Carl protested.

“I’m tired, anyways. Plus, Lucas and Lyle probably miss me,” you made up more excuses and went to the front door.

Carl ran to you and put his hand on your arm.

“Stay, Y/n. I’m not letting you go this time,” Carl said.

You turned to him, tears in your eyes. “I don’t love you anymore, Carl, not like that.”

“I know you’re lying. I’m not as dumb as people think, okay? I see it in your eyes. I notice you breathing heavily when I come close to you. I know you still love me. I still love you. I’m still in love with you,” he confessed.

“Listen, Carl,” you sighed. “I know you want to make it up to me, I appreciate it, but I’m not letting myself get hurt again.”

“I know I hurt you, Y/n. I’m so sorry for what I did. I’m stupid as shit. It hurts me every fucking time I see you. It hurt me so much to see you cry because of me. I do want to make it up to you, but I also want you back. I need you, Y/n. Please, give me a chance. I need you so fucking bad,” Carl pleaded. His voice broke and tears shined in his eyes.

You shook your head. “I said I don’t love you anymore! Let me go!” You shouted. You wanted so desperately to get out of the house because you knew if you stayed, you would end up kissing him.

“No,” Carl said. With that, he pulled you into his arms and crashed his lips on yours.

With Carl’s arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, and his soft lips on yours, you could’t help but finally give in. You melted into the kiss, putting your hands on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Carl slammed you against the wall, his fingertips digging into your sides. The kiss was fast, rough, passionate.

You were so glad that you gave in. You missed this feeling more than you would ever admit.

Carl pulled away, putting his hand on your cheek. His thumb ran across your bottom lip. His eyes stared into yours.

“Give me another chance. I promise I won’t hurt you again,” Carl promised.

You sighed and nodded. You knew he had good intentions, and that he was the one for you. “You better not. Or I will beat you up.”

Carl smiled, pulling you into another deep kiss.

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ayeitsjustmee · 4 years

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Accident’s Happen- E.C

Ethan x Reader

So it was around 4 weeks ago when you and Ethan decided to spend the night together. Not that either of you were fit to make any decisions whatsoever, but that didn’t stop you at all. You were both under the influence of alcohol and had witnessed quite a lot of things the week running up to it.

You’ve known Ethan for years, literally since school and you’ve been there to support him all throughout his success with shameless and did your best to help him with schooling too which he adored you for. It was hard juggling both, but he saw that as the norm. You knew he could do well at school though so made sure he would prove your hypothesis there. You two were inseparable in the beginning but got used to spending time apart once he started filming for shameless and that has always been fine for the two of you because once you’re reunited, it’s like nobody ever left.

You were due to host a family BBQ at your house for your mother’s birthday and the Cutkosky clan were due to attend. You hadn’t really seen much of Ethan these past 2 weeks and any time you’d seen him since you two shagged has just been slightly awkward. Maybe that’s because you’re wanting to talk about what happened but not wanting to be the one to start the conversation. I don’t know. But either way, it’s been awkward and you’re anxious about tonight. Anxious about seeing his face. The face that you always miss, more than you’ve missed anyone else’s before.

You put on a dainty little button-up white dress and curl the ends of your hair, putting half of it up, out of your face. You add a thin eyeliner flick to your look and put on your mascara. Once this is done you place your Dr Marten’s sandals on with your dress and head downstairs. Greeting people as you pass, trying to find your way to your dad, knowing that his face will calm the nerves in your body. He has always been able to soothe your anxiety and talk you into feeling okay and calm. You’ve been feeling nauseous most of the week because of this. Finally, you find him at the barbecue and smile, heading over to him. You embrace him in a big hug. He’s been working since 8pm last night, on a night shift.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks as you embrace him. You just nod and he sighs empathetically before putting his hand on your shoulder and saying “It’s gonna be okay Y/N, everyone is family.” And you nod in agreement, taking a deep breath.

Just then, you hear a familiar female voice. The voice of Mrs Cutkosky greeting you and your dad. You turn around and smile in her direction enthusiastically and your dad does the same.

“Y/N, so nice to see you again! How are you?” She says sweetly holding her arms open for a hug which you gladly accept. “I’ve been good, just busy at work taking every possible shift I can get.” You giggle awkwardly as you reply to her question and she grins widely. Just behind her you see Ethan standing there with an unknown look on his face. Maybe he’s wondering why you’ve made yourself so unavailable.

“Aw bless, you’re a hard working Y/N! You deserve the best of the best.” She says and removes a piece of hair from your face. She’s always so friendly to you and you love her for that.

“Aw thank you so much, only time will tell ay.” You respond and she smirks before heading to talk to your dad, leaving you with Ethan, who has his hands in his pockets awkwardly smiling. You smirk and roll your eyes playfully moving closer towards him.

“Pull yourself together boy, are you trying to make it obvious to our families that something happened between us.” You say with a smirk as you remove his hands from his pocket and straighten up his jacket, causing his cheeky to flush red.

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you Y/N. Be quiet jeez, there could be paparazzi here godddd.” He laughs and hits your shoulder playfully before looking around and pretending to hide.

You just roll your eyes and laugh at his response before saying “Cocky much?” And raising and eyebrow.

“I don’t think I need to answer that question for you. Cause like, you would know wouldn’t you.” He bites his lip holding in a smirk. Your mouth gapes open in response and his composure bursts. The laugher comes and you just cannot contain your laughter either.

“God sake Ethan, go and say happy birthday to my mother. I can’t deal with you right now.” You respond an check smirks before turning around and heading towards your mum. Obeying orders for once. As he reaches your mum, he turns around and winks at you.

Why does he do this to you? Dead.

****

You spend most of the evening talking to all of your family, playing board games with the kids and attempting to whoop their asses on just dance. That’s until you get the urge to throw up and have to run to the toilet to let it out. Ugh, you hate being sick. Despise it, fear it, don’t like it at all, nah-ah. Nope. Then, you decide to go outside and sit yourself on the swing’s whilst sipping at your water to gargle the sicky taste away.

It gets you thinking about Ethan. He’s very confusing, that is the first time he has even mentioned the night you spent together since it happened and he made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal at all. So if he can joke about it why can’t he talk about it?

“Hey little one.” Speak of the devil. He’s always called you little one, it’s just his nickname for you because you’re smaller than him and it makes him feel better. You look over to him and smile. He sits on the swing next to you and there’s about a minute of silence before he speaks.

“Are you okay? What happened inside?” He asks nervously, licking his lips.

“Oh I had to throw up. My anxiety has taken it’s toll on me.” You reply nervously and his eyebrows raise.

“Oh no, that’s not good. Why’s it been bad?” He asks innocently, just curious.

“Well, you make me anxious.” You state and he seems surprised.

“Me? Why? You don’t need to be anxious around me at all Y/N. We are Ethan and Y/N, unstoppable and nothing scares us.” He says with a smile holding your hand. You look down at your hands and sigh. He can be so casual and it’s so agravating when you feel so many emotions right now.

“Because, you won’t talk about it.” You reply and look to the ground.

“Oh.” He says and you stay quiet without looking to him.

“I don’t know what to say Y/N. I thought you’d regretted it, so I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Then you’ve made yourself work so much these last 2 weeks that I thought you were avoiding me. It’s okay, I get it, mistakes happen.” He blurts out. Word vomit much.

Just then, you have the urge again and run to the downstairs toilet, Ethan hot on his feet behind you. He walks into the toilet with you and grabs your hair out of the way before you end up with sick on it. He takes a band off your wrist and ties your hair up in a messy bun before sitting on the floor next to you.

“Thank you, E.” You say as you wipe your mouth with tissue. He nods, and again, bites his lip nervously. Then, his eyebrows raise and he sighs before standing up and pacing. Then he stops and looks at you.

“I’m going somewhere, I’ll be back real soon. Please don’t move.” He orders and you nod. Seconds later he leaves and you put the toilet lid down, get a towel and lean your head on it before quickly nodding off.

***

“Y/N.” Ethan’s voice hums, nudging you awake. You rub your eyes and yawn.

“Here.” He says and hands you a bag. He’d been to the shops. You look inside the bad and your eyes go huge. Your mouth gapes open and you stare at Ethan who shifts uncomfortably with his hands back in his pockets. Your heart aches a bit and your stomach drops. No one emotional can describe the way you feel at the realisation of what he thinks is going on. Especially when it makes so much sense. Your eyes start to well up.

“Are you fucking insane?!” You yell and stand up, shoving the bag into his arms.

You go to leave the bathroom but he places his hand against the door, stopping it from swinging open. He then locks it and barges you out of the way. You start to cry and try to shove him out of the way by hitting his arms and chest. He grabs your wrists gently, but firm enough to stop you, trying his best not to hurt you and locates you to sit on the toilet seat. You bring your legs up to your chest and bury your face into your knees and start to sob.

“Please Y/N, you need to know.” He begs, desperation in his tone and tears were threatening to fall from his eyes.

“Why me?” You cry and Ethan just rubs your back sympathetically. You stand up, go to the bag and open up the box getting out a digital pregnancy test. You go back to the toilet, lift the lid up and sit down. Peeing on the stick, right in front of Ethan, carelessly. He sits in the on the floor, head in hands and waits with you for the results.

“You know you’re not the only potential father right?” You say and he nods.

You don’t look, you pee on the stick, wipe and place the stick on the side upside down and set an alarm. You wash you hands and as you go to dry them, you knock the pregnancy test on the floor, making Ethan look up from his hands. As you pick it up you see the results, already clear as day, in just a minute. Pregnant. 4 weeks. You then drop it next to Ethan.

“Fuck.” He mumbles and ruffles his hair in worry. You feel numb but hazy. As if you were going to pass out any minute now.

“I’m going to bed.” You state coldly and begin walking through the crowded house and head towards the stairs. Barging past relatives, no idea what they’re saying to you. Ethan follows after cleaning up everything in the bathroom and bringing it with him discreetly and explaining to people that you’re going to sleep because of you being poorly.

“Go away Ethan, I don’t need to be babied.” You say, being a total bitch. He rolls his eyes.

“Get over yourself Y/N and accept care when you fucking need it. Stop acting like you don’t give a shit!” He yells and you jump back, shocked at his anger. But then you smile, proud that he defended himself since you were in fact being a bitch.

You just sigh and take off your dress, causing Ethan to become awkward seeing you in just your thong and no bra. You get an oversized t-shirt out and get in bed.

“You coming or not?” You ask and he quickly strips into only his boxers and joins you in bed. He goes to speak about it and you shush him, snuggling into him.

“We can talk about it tomorrow. I’m not ready right now.” You say and he nods, kissing your forehead.

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A/N- hey! So I plan on making this a series, but I’m not too sure yet. Let me know what you guys think I should do?? I know it’s long, I do apologise but there was a lot I needed to have in if just in case I don’t make it a series. Anyway, enjoy! Also, feel free to send me imagine requests etc!

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I have now turned this into a fan fiction on Wattpad, but I’m not going to make it one on here. So I’ll put the link below if anyone is interested in a full story, and if not you’ve got your one shot on here still!❤️

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justauthoring · 5 years

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thanks to you // carl gallagher

request: Could you write something where you’re at a party and dudes are hitting on you and you’re clearly not interested and Carl gets super protective and steps in? Thank you!!

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word count: 900

“Honestly, Jake, back off.”

“Come on, Y/N. You know you like it.”

Sighing, your lip curls in disgust as Jake pulls you against his side, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Almost instantly, you raise your hand, pushing yourself away from him the best you can, but his grip doesn’t relent, holding you close. “Actually,” you snap, glaring up at him. “I don’t. And I was having a great time with my friends before you came along.”

As the words leave your lips, you look wistfully in the directions of your friends, who of which are having a fun time dancing with one another, laughing as the music fills in the silence. You were now seriously regretting leaving them, even for just a minute, to reveal your drink, as you haven’t been able to get rid of Jake since. It’d been bad enough he was eyeballing you all night, as if you cared, but now he was a little more physical then you liked.

“Babe,” Jake calls, and you feel your body freeze in response to his pet name. Finally relenting in his grip, you raise a brow, looking up at him only for him to smirk confidently down at you. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone all night, don’t pretend like you don’t like it.”

“First off,” you spit, “i’m not your babe. Second off, do I have to spell it out for you? I’m not having fun, I don’t like it -- now, let go.”

He doesn’t. Of course.

“You’re just playing hard to get,” Jake laughs, sliding his hand lower down your back so it’s dangerously close to your ass. “And might I add, that I find it extremely attractive, Y/N.”

“You do realize I have a boyfriend, right?” You question, raising your boy once more. Then, gesturing between yourself and him, leaning as far back as possible, you continue. “So, there’s absolutely no chance of this ever happening.”

Jake rolls his eyes, as if your words are all just some sort of joke to him. And then, before you know it, his hand finally settles on your ass, squeezing it and causing you to gasp slightly, flinching slightly. Your eyes widen, lips parting in disbelief as you aggressively shove the boy away from you, actually managing to escape to his grip. He takes a step towards you, but you hold your hand out before you, shuffling back to keep a safe distance.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You spit, glaring up at him. “I’m not into you, okay? So back the fuck off.”

“Don’t be such a prude bitch,” Jake scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I see right through you.”

“See right through what? I’m not into you!”

Jake opens his mouth to say something, taking a step towards you. But before he can, a figure falls next to you, a arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against themselves as they speak, interrupt Jake. “Everything okay, Y/N?”

A breath of relief leaves your lips the moment you realize the figure to be Carl. Your expression instantly softens as you turn to look at your boyfriend, easing into his grip, before settling your narrowed eyes back on Jake. “I’m fine,” you sigh, brushing back a strand of hair and tucking it behind your ear. “I just want to go home.”

As Carl goes to respond, it’s Jake’s turn to interrupt him. “Your girls a fucking bitch, Gallagher.”

Your lips part at his words, turning to him with a stunned expression as Jake scoffs at you, turning to walk off. Before he can, however, Carl promptly leaves your side, grabbing Jake by the collar of his shirt and pulling him close. You tense in anticipation -- as much as you’d like Carl, or honestly, even you, to give Jake a taste of his own medicine, he wasn’t getting into a fight over.

“What the fuck did you say?” Carl spits, grip so tight the knuckles of his clenched fist turn white.

“That your girls a bitch,” Jake repeats, voice menacing.

Before you know it, Carl’s arm is reeling back and his fist slams into Jake’s fist. He lets go of him, causing Jake to stumble back, landing on his butt and gaining the attention of those around you. You gasp in response, Carl’s name leaving your lips as he takes another step towards Jake, as if continue. Within seconds, you rush forward, grabbing Carl by the arm and pulling him back. When he turns to look at you, you only shake your head, eyes pleading; “let’s just get out of here, okay? He’s not worth it.”

Carl hesitates, his body shaking in anger. Turning back to Jake, you let your eyes fall on his sniveling form as he holds his bleeding nose before continuing to pull Carl. Before you’re able to pull him fully away though, he turns to Jake one last time.

“You ever call Y/N a bitch or touch her again, and I swear you’ll regret.”

You don’t stop until you and Carl are far away from the party, and it’s just the two of you. As your pace slows and your grip on Carl relents, he immediately turns to you, cupping your cheek with his right hand and staring down at you in concern. “You’re okay?” He questions, voice soft.

You nod, sending him a small smile. “Thanks to you.”

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ethancutkoskyisablessing · 7 years

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ddaengtae · 7 years

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Wrong With Me - Carl Gallagher Imagine

Warning: Swearing, slight sexual content

Word Count: 2374

“Holy shit, that was fucking amazing,” breathed the awestruck male beneath you, his wide eyes staring up into yours. “The best yet, I’d say.”

Chewing on your lower lip nervously, you rolled off of the boy and onto your back beside him, the sweat that had accumulated on your back causing the sheets to stick to you. Amazing it could have been, indeed. Amazing it had been in the past. But amazing simply was not worth the feeling of your heart shattering in your chest each time you came to the realization that he was not yours and you were not his.

Carl Gallagher. The two of you had been the best of friends for years, bonding over the fact that you both resided in the same shitty neighbor and that both of your families were far from perfect. As kids, much of your time was spent together playing video games and escaping your hectic households as much as possible. With each year that passed, the two of you got closer. But also as time passed, your relationship evolved. The tough times at home got more difficult to avoid, causing the two of you to seek solace in each other when things went sour. Your relationship got more physical as you became each other’s shoulder to cry on and partner to cuddle with whenever your minds needed to be cleared. It was intimate. And somewhere in the intimacy, you fell for him. You fell for him hard and it was beyond your control.

However, somewhere along the way, your relationship took a turn in the wrong direction.

6 months earlier

“I just feel so deprived… Almost lonely, you know?” Carl asked, his knee bumping yours underneath the blankets as he faced you on his side. Sometimes the two of you got into these deep conversations, but you had a feeling this one was going to be a bit different. “I don’t know… I just feel like it would be nice to have some sort of physical and emotional connection with someone for once. Someone I care about. I feel like all I ever get is one or the other.”

Biting your lower lip in thought, you slowly began to nod your head. You understood exactly what he was saying. The problem standing was that you wanted that connection with him and only him. “Yeah, I understand…” you said slowly, your brow furrowing as you truly began to dissect his thoughts. “I just feel like so much in this world is fake and a whole lot of bullshit and you’re right… Connecting with someone like that would be real. It would fill the void.”

You were beginning to get lost in your thoughts. So lost that when Carl’s hand reached out to rest on your cheek, you jumped in surprise.

“Shit, sorry,” he murmured, his cheeks darkening a bit, but his hand stayed put.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you finally allowed your eyes to meet his. They were filled with affection and a hint of nervousness. Due to your close proximity, you could feel his leg jittering against yours under the sheet. Or was that your leg? You were too overwhelmed to tell, but you were unable to pull your eyes off of his.

Moments later, your lips were on his, the kiss passionate and eager. You weren’t even sure who made the first move. But once it was made, there was no turning back. The change in the air between the two of you had been addressed, and there was no turning back until you both got what you wanted. And you both wanted a whole lot. Clothes were ripped off hastily. Hands roamed each other freely. Not a moment was wasted.

For the first time, what you had always dreamed of had happened.

But it hadn’t. When the heat of the moment finally cooled down after the two of you were done, neither of you knew what to do. The two of you were meant to be friends, and friends don’t fuck. That’s exactly what you said to him when the two of you were finished that first time. When the words left your mouth, you were silently praying that he would suggest that the two of you become more than friends. Wishing that he would confess that he had always been in love with you, like you had with him. But he didn’t. Instead, he proposed the idea of being best friends with benefits. And foolishly, you had agreed.

So here you were. Laying down breathless next to your best friend that you were in love with after hooking up for what seemed like the thousandth time. This time, more than ever, you felt sick to your stomach. Your head was spinning. You couldn’t do this anymore.

“Y/N?” Carl’s voice broke you away from your thoughts.

Blinking a few times, you cleared your throat to force the lump away. “Hmm?”

“Oh, nothing really. I was just saying how great that was,” he responded, rolling over onto his side to face you. “Wasn’t it amazing?”

You remained on your back, your lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. “Oh, yeah. Sure. It was.”

Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t convinced. His leg softly nudged against yours as he propped his head up on his elbow. “Hey, are you okay?”

Not wanting to cry in front of him, you shut your eyes tightly. “Mhmm. I’m good.” Despite your efforts, your voice quivered.

“No, you’re not. What’s wrong? Fuck, did I do something wrong?” His voice was filled with genuine concern, and you were sure his face reflected it even though your eyes were closed. He really didn’t know.

Just as you were about to roll on your side to face him and convince him you were fine, your breath hitched in your throat. You felt like you were going to throw up. The fact that he was so concerned made it even worse. This needed to stop now.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice was barely a whisper.

The bed shifted as Carl shot up into a sitting position. When you finally opened your eyes, you saw that he was running his hands all over his face and through his hair. That was one of his nervous habits. “What? Why not? Did I do something wrong? Fuck, I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

A long sigh escaped your lips. “Carl, you didn’t do anything wrong. I promise.”

His confused eyes found yours, his brow furrowed. His hands tugged harder at his hair. He looked so… Flustered. “Then what is it? Do you… Do you have a boyfriend now or something?”

A dull laugh escaped your lips. Was he serious? Forcing yourself to sit up beside him, you shook your head. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, you have gone on some dates recently, haven’t you? I know you have.”

You were a bit taken back by his question and the abrupt manner in which he asked it. He was right. You had gone out on a few dates with a couple different guys. It was part of your plan to get over Carl so you wouldn’t have to deal with the heartbreak each time the two of you hooked up. Despite your eagerness, it didn’t work. You were unable to form a meaningful connection with any of the guys and were left feeling even worse than before you attempted. The problem was that none of them could ever be Carl.

“Yeah, I did go on a few dates,” you answered, raising an eyebrow. “But that has nothing to do with this.”

“Why, though? Why did you go on those dates?” Why was he so stuck on this topic?

“Uh, I don’t know? Maybe because I wanted to have a genuine relationship with someone?” Your voice was beginning to sound bitter. “For fuck’s sake, I’m smart enough to know you’re not jealous, so stop acting like it.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

Your whole body froze, including your eyes, which remained glued to his. The question he asked was filled with so much hurt and pain in his voice that it made your heart shatter all over again. His eyes looked so lost. You didn’t understand why he seemed so… Sad.

Shaking your head, you reached out and grabbed his hand, looking down as you ran your thumb over his fingers. “What do you mean? There’s nothing wrong with you, Carl.”

He rapidly pulled his hand away from yours, folding his hands together in his lap instead. There was a long silence. It was almost like he was afraid to answer you.

Finally, he spoke. “Well, there must be something wrong with me if you’d rather date other guys than… Than date me.”

It was your turn to go silent. What felt like millions of emotions flooded through your body at once. Happiness. Did he just admit that he had feelings for you? Shock. Why hadn’t he mentioned this before? But before you could get too carried away in euphoria, you were hit with a wave of anger. What did he mean you’d rather date other guys than him? How could he assume such a thing? It was him who suggested the whole friends with benefits situation after the first time you two had sex, not you. That was his idea. He never suggested an actual relationship.

It was the exasperated feelings that Carl was left to deal with. “What the fuck do you mean?” you snapped, your tone much more violent than you had expected. All of the bottled-up emotions were finally coming out. “You never said you wanted to date me. You never even kind of suggested it. You were the one who proposed we be friends with benefits after the first time. You never suggested we date.”

“I know,” Carl whispered, the saddest look you had ever seen taking over his face. His eyes were focused on his hands as he played with his fingers. After a long moment of silence, he finally mumbled, “But neither did you.”

He was right. You hadn’t. Reaching behind you, you grabbed one of the pillows and placed it in your lap, pulling your knees up to your chest and burying your face in the pillow. “I was scared.”

Clearly not content with you hiding yourself away, Carl tugged the pillow away from your face. “So was I.” This time, it was him who reached out to grab your hand. “And I really wish I hadn’t been because I feel so shitty about this right now.”

It was finally hitting you. This time, the anger was absent. The feelings were mutual. Carl wanted you back, and he didn’t want you just for friendship and just for sex. He wanted to be with you. He wanted exactly what the two of you had discussed before that first time six months earlier. He wanted that deep physical and emotional connection that you always had known you would only find in each other. This was really happening.

“So…” you trailed off, allowing your eyes to meet his. You weren’t sure where to begin.

He knew, though. “So can we start over? I mean, not from the complete start. All of those years before just hanging out as best friends were great. But let’s start over from that first night… You know which night I’m talking about. That deep connection we were saying we wanted that night… Let’s have that. Let’s have that together,” he rambled on, his eyes glimmering with admiration as they stared into yours. “I feel so fucking stupid for chickening out and just saying we should be friends with benefits that night. That’s never what I wanted. So let’s start over. Let me take you on a date. Lots of dates. I’ll take you the movies. To some fancy restaurant. Whatever you want.”

The smile spreading across your lips was wider than ever. Acknowledging his hand in yours, you slowly laced your fingers into his. “Carl, you could take me on a date downstairs to your couch to watch a movie and I’d be more than happy.”

Squeezing your hand, he squirmed his body closer to yours. His smile was beginning to match yours, but his was becoming a bit more devious. “Oh, really? Then what was so bad about those dates those other guys took you on?”

Rolling your eyes, you fell back against the bed so your head hit the pillow, pulling Carl down on top of you. “The problem wasn’t where they took me,” you began, tangling your fingers into his wavy hair. “The problem was that they weren’t you.”

Chuckling quietly, Carl brushed the tip of his nose against yours. “I’m really sorry that this confession was done in the least romantic way possible. Not that I’m really that great at being romantic, but you deserved better.”

Shaking your head, you leaned up to place a quick peck on his lips. “I really don’t care how it was done. I’m just happy it’s done.” A soft giggle escaped your lips.

Carl’s smile grew larger as he began to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “Well, if you don’t care, then I’m just going to put it all out on the table right now.” He returned a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m so sorry for hurting you over the past months. But I just need you to know that I’m so fucking in love with you… I have been for a long time… And I will be for even longer.”

“And I’m so fucking in love with you too,” you murmured against his lips, tugging gently at his hair before a slight smirk spread across your lips. You knew pulling his hair turned him on. “So now what?”

Pushing his face into the crook of your neck, Carl playfully nipped at the skin. “Remember how I wouldn’t shut the fuck up about that ‘amazing’ sex we had earlier? Well, this time, this is going to be out of this fucking world.”

He didn’t lie about that. He didn’t lie about all of the fancy dates either. And he definitely didn’t lie when he said he was in love with you.

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And here we finally have the long-awaited Carl imagine. Literally changed this like 50 times and still not sure how I feel about it. Anyways, I hope you like it! Let me know :)

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PAIRING: s10!carlgallagher x fem!reader WARNINGS: creep men, sexual harrassment, swearing GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: nice 2 know ya by sylendanna WORD COUNT: 631 REQUESTED: yes

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you didn’t really go out all that often, you are what they call a homebody, but you had a hard time telling carl no so that’s how you ended up sitting in his lap in the alibi. with a coke in hand, kevin only just remembered you weren’t old enough to drink.

carl's arms wrapped around your waist as he talked to the locals about random shit, you didn’t pay too much attention to it as you leaned into his touch, your head pressed against his shoulder, your fingers tracing small patterns over his with a dreamy smile on your lips.

“oh to be young and in love!” kevin smiles at the two of you before walking away taking someone's drink order down.

carl turned back and smiled down at you, lightly tapping your thigh, “i gotta go piss,” he whispered into your ear like it was some secret, making you giggle as you slid off of his lap watching him quickly make his way into the men’s bathroom.

shaking your head to yourself, turning your attention to the cherries in your drink, stirring them around with your straw. your leg bouncing, waiting impatiently for him to get back, social anxiety slowly creeping back in on you whilst you were alone.

“well aren’t you a pretty little thing?” a voice speaks beside you, a little too close for comfort, so you turned your head around in it’s direction.

“a pretty little thing that’s taken, so fuck off.” you voice back, normally you wouldn’t be this rude, but in all honesty you just wanted to be left alone, especially by this piece of shit.

“ooh she's feisty!”

“dude, so not cool leave her alone or get out of my bar!” kevin sternly stated, as he pointed to the door, the guy continued spewing disgusting things in your ear which just made you get up to get carl and go, but as soon as you stood he grabbed a handful of your ass.

which made you forcefully push him away from you, clearly violated you wrapped your arms around yourself as you back away from him. it was a blur as carl protectively pushed you behind him, then grabbed the man up by the collar, punching him repeatedly until he had him on the floor.

tommy let him get his hits in before pulling carl off of the beaten man who was now barely conscious.

ripping himself out of tommy’s grip, pointing at the bloodied creep who was barely sitting up on the floor, “i will kill you if you even think to look at her again, do i make myself clear?” carl shouts at him, the guy frantically nods then runs out of the building.

carl's breath ragged as adrenaline ran through him, his fists still clenched as he eyed everyone around him realising the whole building had gone silent, it didn’t take long for everyone to go back to normal, drinking and playing pool, but all he was concerned about was you.

turning back around, pulling you into his arms making sure he was gentle with you, “i'm so sorry, sweetheart.” his words were soft as he held you, tears stung your eyes. but you were just glad he was with you.

he backed away just enough for his shaky hands to be pressed to your cheeks, giving you a small smile making one of your own appear.

“yeah, just wanna go home,”

and you did.

spending the night in the gallagher home trying to find ways to make it up to him even with the amount of reassurance he gave you, you persisted and he gave in. you made him ice his bruised knuckles, both cooking dinner for everyone, spending the rest of the night cuddling and kissing in his bed.

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emikmr · 4 years

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Peach Gloss

season 6 (?) spoilers after this line

summary: Carl’s girl wears peach lipgloss when he leaves for military school.

carl x fem!reader

warnings: none that i’m aware of, but if there’s anything at all, let me know!

“You ready?” Fiona questioned her little brother for the millionth time since they left the house. She wouldn’t admit it, but it was a bittersweet thing to let him go. He was her younger brother, he gave her hell from the day he was born but, damn did she love that kid. “No, not really. But I need to do this.” He shrugged his shoulders. He turned around to look at his family and then he looked at her.

She was standing next to Fiona, holding onto her arm. His lips grew into a small smile, he loved that about her. Her love language was written in the form of touch no matter who it was. He went around to give everyone a hug and when he got to her, he reached out his palms for her to grab. Everyone silently walked away to give them privacy, and because they didn’t want to see the sickening sweet altercation between the two young lovebirds.

Her peach lipgloss coated lips tipped up into a side smile, sad to see her love go for so long, but so happy he was bettering himself. “You really leaving me?” Her soft voice whispered while she looked at him through her eyelashes. He leaned down to press the tip of his nose lightly to hers and pushed hers up until he could push his lips to hers. She let go of his rough hands to thread them through his dark brown hair, his went to her fleshy hips to push them farther into his. When they pulled away, she peeked her eyes up to him to see he had some of her lipgloss smeared on his lips. She let out a small giggle before she went to move her fingers across his lips to wipe the cheap gloss away. His hand shot up to stop it and instead he licked his lips to taste the yummy peach. He loved her glosses. She always had a different flavor. He also never failed to buy her new smuckers to add to the array of flavors whenever he went to the drugstore. She had an overflowing bag of these cheap, little girl glosses that she kept in one of Carl’s drawers in his bedroom. She had one at her house too, but she was never there anyways so she kept most of them at his, mostly her favorites. It quickly became one of his favorite little things about her. She would sometimes let him pick out what flavor she wore when they got ready for the day together. He would always choose the peach one, but she still let him choose anyways. She thought it was adorable how he acted like he was contemplating on which one to choose, even though they both knew the one he was going to pick. She made sure to buy extra peach lip gloss so she never ran out. The action of him licking his lips caused her to throw her head back in laugher and completely bend her back away from him, to which he had to hold onto the small of her back so she wouldn’t fall. Her hips dug into his, which kind of turned him on but he couldn’t be thinking about that right now.

“What? Who knows the next time I’m gonna taste your lipgloss? Did you purposely wear my favorite one tonight? Are you trying to get me to stay?” He teased her with a smile. She giggled more while he watched her with a teasing look on his face. His blue eyes seemed dark, but absolutely stunning, in the dim light of the bus station. “Wasn’t even aware you had a favorite, bubby.” She teased him right back. They were both more than aware he had a favorite. She stopped giggling but her smile was still stuck to her face. In an instant her face fell when she realized, it was gonna be a really long time until he tasted her peach gloss. “Hey, I know what you’re thinking. But I’ll be back soon, ok, peach?” He tried to find her eyes by bending down a little, but that didn’t work. So, he took his finger and pushed on her forehead to get her eyes looking back at him. Her jaw dropped as she let out more laughs. He laughed too as he brought his lips back down to hers in another searing kiss.

“You’re a dickwad.” She said into their kiss. “Asswipe.” He responded when they pulled away. “I have to go now, ok? But I promise I’ll be back.” She nodded up to him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss this very tip of his nose. “I gotta do it for you. For our future.” He mumbled to her, but it almost sounded like he was saying it to himself. “Stop with the sappy shit, dickface. You’re really gonna go soft right when you go to military school? You’re totally gonna get hazed. I bet they’re,” She didn’t get to finish because he nuged her away from him and laughed a little. “Go.” She messed a little with his backpack straps, pulling on them and then letting go to lay her palms flat across them to flatten them back down. She wouldn’t look up to him, she knew she would start crying and then he wouldn’t go. She stayed staring down at his tshirt while he kissed her forehead.

He stepped back from her, her hands falling to her sides before she wrapped them around herself. Lip came from behind her and pulled her into a side hug. They watched as Carl stepped onto the bus and turn around before the doors closed. She broke from Lips embrace and ran the few steps to him, balanced one foot on the first step of the bus while the other foot was kicked out behind her. He got her que almost as if they shared a brain and leaned down to kiss her one more time before she jumped back down onto the asphalt below them. “I’m gonna come back a man.” He said proudly while the doors hissed closed. She stood with her arms wrapped around her again as she watched the bus leave with her love inside. Only then, while she stood without Carl by her side, did she let one small tear fall down her cheek. She wiped it away as soon as it came and turned to look at the rest of the clan.

A few weeks later, he finally got his first letter from her. He read the letter with care, he felt like he could almost hear her voice softly soeaking the words into his ear. When he went to put the paper back into the evelope, he noticed another card inside. He tipped over the envelope to get it out and a small index card fell into his lap. It was blank on the side that was facing up so he flipped it around to see what she had done. On the card it had a barely there lip mark with her loopy writing next to it. It was only one word. Peach. And when he brought the card to his nose he could smell the faint scent of the peach gloss he loved so dearly.

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