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melloween-candie · 1 year

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Study session [C.G]

Carl Gallagher x Reader

Summary

Carl really liked Y/n, and he thought that Y/n liked him too. So, he somewhat forces himself on them, and they get a bit uncomfortable. He ends up kissing them, and they pull away. Y/n is a kindhearted individual who isn't used to getting much attention because they're pretty shy. So, when the teacher asked them to help a fellow student with their studies, they couldn't say no.

A/N - The reader's gender doesn't matter in this story, so you guys can decide for yourselves. :)

Warning: Name calling, Uncomfortable, Misunderstanding

Word count: 1,440

[Angst/Fluff]

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

"Is it six?"

"Five, Carl, the answer is five." Carl's face shifted to a slight frown as he shifted in his seat.

It has been nearly three hours since you arrived at the Gallaghers' household.

"Hey, don't worry." You placed your hand on Carl's shoulder. "You're getting better."

You started cramming your notes back into your bookbag. "Seriously, Carl. Maybe you might actually pass 10th grade."

He smirked. Shoving your shoulder lightly as you giggled.

"Leaving so soon?" Carl asked, tilting his head smirkingly.

"Like always, out by eight." You said as you placed your bookbag on your shoulders.

"Can't you stay a little longer?"

You looked at Carl as if he was insane.

"You know my curfew's ten. Anything past that without a 24-hour notice for my parents, I might as well be digging my own grave."

"Come on! You still got an hour!"

"Thirty minutes. It takes thirty minutes for me to walk ho-"

"Ten more minutes, then I'll walk you home."

"What are we even going to do?"

You were exhausted nonetheless. Tutoring three different people each week can really fill in your schedule.

"I don't know. Something fun? Come on! Losen up a bit. Bend the rules a little!" Carl stood in front of you. Barely three inches away from your face. "Come on, let's go to my room. I want to show you something."

Quick skip! ~ Into Carl's bedroom!

"So, what'd you want to show me?"

"This."

Carl pulled a piece of paper out of his drawer. Showing it with pride.

"Wha- Carl!" You grabbed the paper out of his hands. "You didn't tell me you had a test!"

"And I aced it too."

"And why do you even have me as a tutor?" You leaned into his face, teasingly scrunching your nose at him. "I'm proud of you!"

"Thanks." He smiled proudly.

Carl placed his hands in his pockets as he held his shoulder high. He lowered his head as he looked at you with a smirk. Carl swayed closer to you. "I wanted to prove to you that I'm not as stupid as those other kids you tutor."

And by those other kids, he means Chuck and some other random loser.

"Oh, Carl. I never thought you were stupid." You said, shaking your head slightly. Looking up at him. His chest was barely touching yours.

Carl slowly tilted his head as he lowered it- closer to yours. He looked at your lips, then back to your eyes. As he slowly closed his. His hands slowly but softly cupped your checks. Keeping your head firm. Your heart jumped when you realized what he was about to do. Your lips barely grazed each other before you pushed him away.

"What are you doing?" You asked him. You were a bit shaken by his sudden act.

Let's just say that Carl was a bit taken aback by your action.

"Wha-What do you mean?" He asked with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Carl what kind of relationship do you think we have...?"

'I..."

"I should go."

You gave him back his test paper as you quickly left his room. Leaving him to contemplate his choices.

Time skip!~

The next day was a little awkward... You quickly noticed how Carl's behavior changed every time you entered a room. He was tense, always trying to leave. He didn't even bother to attend today's session.

Clearly, there was a problem, and the guilt was eating you alive.

You didn't mean to make things awkward with him. You like Carl... a lot! You just panicked... You weren't used to being treated like that. You never even had a boyfriend before and never really gave that idea much thought.

The next day you sat outside eating lunch when you saw Carl and his buddy Nick walk out the school door. You placed your food down and quickly tried to catch up to them. You wanted to fix things.

Nick saw you running towards him and Carl, and he quickly tapped Carl's shoulder.

"Hm?" He turned his head just enough to see you running.

His heart started pounding as his cheeks began to turn pink. He turned his head, hiding his embarrassment from Nick.

"H-Hey..."

"Hey." Said Carl with his hands in his pockets.

"So, uh... You didn't show up for our last session; why?"

"I had some stuff I needed to finish... You know, business."

"Oh, ok, umm... Are you gonna be there tonight? My place? We have a test coming up for Government."

Carl looked at Nick then back at you. We'll be there."

Usually, Carl would never let Nick in your guy's sessions. He would always tell him to wait in a different room, or if you guys were studying somewhere other than in his house, he would just have him stay home. But this time, it was different.

Time skip~

You were currently organizing your desk. It's been a while since you and Carl studied there. Usually, you guys would study in Carl's room.

Finally, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" You yelled.

You opened the front door to see Carl holding his bookbag and his friend Nick who doesn't talk much.

"Hey, your late."

You were never a fan of tardiness. Being raised the way you were, you always thought it was rude, and you knew he knew that about you too.

"Yeah, well, we got caught up in something. Anyways let's get this over with, yeah?"

Carl was clearly giving attitude. You weren’t a huge fan of that, but you hoped you still had a chance to explain yourself during the session.

Anyways, the three of you all headed towards your room.

"Umm... Is Nick joining us this time?"

"Yeah!" He spat. "Nick's tired of always being left out. Said he wanted to learn things too."

"Right..."

You knew that Carl had a bit of a bad boy reputation, but he never intimidated you or made you feel small before. At least not until that point.

"Ok, let's get started..."

You and Carl both sat at the desk. Pencils out and notebooks open. Meanwhile, Nick just stood there hovering over you both.

You couldn't really focus well and surprisingly Carl started correcting you-

"It's five Y/n. Remember? We did this question yesterday."

"O-oh, right." You quickly erased your answer. Fixing it.

Two hours passed, and it felt like an eternity for you. You couldn't stand sitting quietly there with him anymore... So, you spoke.

"Hey, sorry, I know we're in the middle of this question, but can we talk... in private?" You whispered the last part.

Carl sighed and signaled Nick to leave the room. He seemed annoyed.

"So, what'd you want to talk about."

"Umm... about our last session..."

"I told you I had something I-"

"No- I mean..." You closed your eyes and inhaled some air.

You were never good with confrontation, even if it was you doing it. No matter if you did something wrong or the other way around. It always made you nervous.

"What about it." Carl spat.

"I-I'm sorry. If I did something wrong. Don't get the wrong idea. I- I do like you, Carl." You closed your eyes. "I just wasn't expecting that. I didn't want to destroy our friendship, and I was just scared. I- I never kissed anyway before..." You looked at him, head hung low. "I'm sorry."

Right then and there, that sparkle Carl lost returned to his eyes. As his face shifted into a smirk. Of course, he tried not to show it.

He cupped his hand on your cheek and wiped away your tears. The room soon went quiet, as Carl once again grabbed ahold of your face.

You once again started panicking as Carl's face got closer… He tilted his head once again. Closing his eyes- Your face soon turned red as he closed the gap between your lips.

And there you have it. You two kissed. It only lasted for a minute, but it felt like forever. Time froze right there and then. It felt so magical to you. Your heart was pounding like crazy, and you just sitting there, frozen as he moved his lips on yours. Your cheeks were so red that you were a whole tomato by the time you two were done.

When he pulled away, you were a bashful mess. Stuttering everywhere.

"I- I-ah-"

"Shh... quiet down, angel." Said Carl as he placed his lips on yours once again. You frozed once again, but this time you closed your eyes tightly.

Two seconds later, the door burst open.

"Y/n! Who the hel-!?"

Your father came in...

"CARLLLLL!"

A/n

I hope you guys liked it. I wanted to keep it cute and simple after all; this was the first fanfic I wrote on here. Can you believe it!? Also, this was supposed to be gender-neutral, so if you see a mistake, just let me know! Follow for more~! 💕

#fanfiction #misunderstanding #discomfort #teenage romance #shy reader #tutor #high school #shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #gallaghers #shameless us #drama #gender friendly #misunderstood #uncomfortable #high school au #gender friendly reader #any gender

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funnyexel · 2 years

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Juneteenth Special | Blind love

Matt Murdock x Black Gender Neutral Reader

A/n: Happy Juneteenth to all the fellow black readers out there. This story is a friendly reminder that everything isn’t okay and it doesn’t have to be. Sometimes life is just gonna be shitty and you’ll have to power through it. :)

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“He always knows.” You roll your eyes at Foggy. “I promise you he doesn’t.” He shakes his head. “He always knows, y/n!” You laugh at him. “How could he know which ones are hot, Foggy? Please enlighten me.” You play with some papers on a desk. “Of course, I wouldn’t know how but he just knows!” He puts his hands up empathizing further. “Yes, he just knows.” Matt chuckles to your words as he enters the room. “Ready to go?” Matt asks and you grab your bag, leaving the seat. “Yup.” Foggy just points to you them him. “he knows.” He whispers loudly. “I think you’ve had one too many cups of coffee, Foggy.” You joke and Matt opens the door for you. “Such a gentleman, thank you.” On the way out, Matt turns back to Foggy and talks for a moment. “Goodnight.” He says and leads you out the building. “So what are your plans for tonight?” You ask him, walking down the bustling streets of New York. “Nothing much, quiet night.” He smiles.

“Surprisingly.” You shift closer to him. “Something wrong?” He asks lowly. “no…yes, this guy is staring at me.” You shiver. He moves his arm out more for you to hold onto. “Thanks.” Leaning into him, you share body heat. “You should probably not be doing this with me.” You chuckle. “Why not?” He genuinely asks. “Because, I’m not with you. Why else?” You look into the distance. “Aren’t I with you right now.” He teases, inching closer to your face. “Yeah but not like that. A relationship, you know?” His eyebrows raise. “I wouldn’t stand a chance.” You dryly laugh. “What? You would.” He says in disbelief. “Doubt it. Foggy was right, you do know which ones are hot.” He opens his building door for you and lets you walk up. “I don’t.” He exclaims behind you. “Disagreeing with me to keep your secret safe. Shh, I won’t tell.” You cheekily smile and step aside. He opens his door, you walking in and turning on the light.

“So, if I was with you then it would be an okay thing to do?” You nod and quickly answer him. “Yup.” Putting up his coat, he sighs. “You make no sense.” He takes off his glasses and rests them on the table. “It makes a ton of sense Matt. You wouldn’t really like someone like me.” He goes to change but continues to talk to you. “What makes you think that?” You scoff at him, putting down your coat and sitting at his couch. “You simply wouldn’t be interested.” He comes out his room in relaxed attire. “I’m interested. Y/n, will you date me?” You freeze in place, soon letting out a dry laugh. “Oh, stop. You’re just being nice.” He smiles but it melts down to a serious expression. “You’re clueless.” He swiftly goes to the kitchen. “I’m clueless?” You question and he nods. “Its complicated Matt. If you could see me, you’d understand.” Turning around in the seat, you study his movements. “I have to see you to understand, huh?”

“When you say it like that it makes me sound like an asshole.” He finds his way to the couch. “Well, that was kind of an asshole thing to say y/n.” You watch as he lifts your legs up and sits next to you, putting your legs in his lap. He can tell you’re pouting. “I’m joking, y/n.” He smiles and pats your leg. You both sit in silence for a bit. Listening to the surroundings, the cars, people walking around. And one couple that’s complimenting each other. It sounds it he’s reassuring her about a dress she has on. “He’s so sweet.” You smile. “Do you have insecurities?” He hugs your legs a little closer. “So many.” You sigh. “Why? You have nothing to be insecure about.” You smile to his kind words, your lips falling into a straight line. “Everyone has insecurities, Matt.”

“I don’t.” You could tell he was trying to reassure you by saying this but it didn’t help one bit. He doesn’t have people on his back everyday about what to wear, what to say, what to do, how to present yourself. Its suffocating. You’re too fat. You’re too skinny. You act so ratchet or You act so white. We can never win whatever we do. I want it to stop. I want it all to stop. “Y/n?” He might not have insecurities but I have a lot. Oh how nice it would be for people to actually be nice to you. Not make fun of how you look, how you talk, where you come from. He embraced you in a hug. You were muttering it all. You were slowly having a panic attack, his words inaudible as your breathing increased and decreased. A hand held your neck and pulled you in to a calming kiss. Nothing more than a heated peck but it sent shock waves through your chest. “Are you okay?” He rhetorically asks and you looked at him shook at his actions. Caressing your cheek, he gives a small smile. “You can talk to me.” His request laying out in the open as you keep your eyes on him. Roughly kissing him, you smile into it. “thank you.” You whisper, feeling genuinely happy.

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museumofferedophelia · 3 months

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Women are instilled from an early age with a deep shame regarding our female anatomy.

We're told our genitals smell like fish, that "roast beef curtains," are hilarious and a sign that a woman is a sl*t, that our natural pubic hair is offensive. That periods are disgusting and shameful, and should be kept secret. We aren't even properly taught about our own anatomy- a lot of women don't know until later in life that the vulva and vagina are separate, and that the urethra is not the same opening as the vaginal opening.

There's hardly any research into female-specific medical conditions. Nearly 10% (1 in 10) women are afflicted with endometriosis, yet there's literally no research on what causes it. PCOS is also under-researched. It's all shoved under the rug, too stigmatised to be discussed.

While boys can talk freely about their dick and balls, the words "vagina" or "vulva," are still treated like a humiliating joke at best, and a vulgar obscenity at worst.

Men talk with pride about their genitals. To "grow a set" = to start acting tough and assertive. To "have big balls" = to be brave. "Big dick energy" = to be a charismatic "alpha" that commands attention.

Meanwhile, there are no positive cultural connotations regarding the vulva/vagina. Even "serving cunt" is used as a tongue-in-cheek memetic joke.

I think it's very predatory that shame, disgust and aversion about having a vagina/vulva is marketed as a sign that a girl/woman is dysphoric. That it should just be censored and called a "front hole" or a "bonus hole," to avoid the stigma. It's a cultural by-product of the crushing misogyny imbedded into society.

MOST women grow up feeling shame about having a vulva/vagina, and have to put conscious effort into unlearning that shame.

#lgb #radfem friendly #terfblr #feminism #radical feminists do interact #radical feminism #radblr #terf #dropthet #gender critical #trans rights #transgender #transmasc #transman #nonbinary #genderfluid

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visciously-face-fckd-by-a-cactus · 6 months

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this is by no means comprehensive, as this app has a skewed demographic to begin with, but I'm just trying to decide on whether this is a worthwhile topic for the women and gender studies project I'm doing.

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museumofferedophelia · 7 months

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The empathy women have, particularly towards other women, is exploited by men in order to perpetuate the cycle of female servitude.

You see all the men in the living room talking and chatting while the women clean up the dishes. You want to tell the men that you're not doing it, it's not fair that it's always the women... but that would mean leaving your mothers, aunts, sisters, cousins, grandmas to clean up without your help. So you help clean up.

Your mother does the brunt of the housework, cooking, cleaning. She complains to the entire family that it's too much. The males say that they'll try to make less mess and then get on with their lives. But you see your mother struggling, so you pick up the mop, the vacuum, the broom, the scrub brush. You don't want her to do it all on her own.

Your female friend or family member is struggling to take care of her kids and babies. Her husband gets a boys night out, fantasy football, golf, sports matches, time to just sit and watch TV uninterrupted. But she doesn't. So you volunteer to take care of her kids so that she can have some time to herself.

The greatest weapon men utilise against women is our empathy for one another. Because they know that at the end of the day, most women aren't as selfish as they are.

#gender critical #lgb #radblr #radical feminism #radfem friendly #dropthet #terfblr #feminism #terf #radical feminists do interact #terfsafe #male violence #male oppression #female liberation #womens rights #women

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daybringersol · 4 months

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idea : a shop that sells xenogender-affirming and/or otherkin-affirming perfumes and colognes. like a perfume that make you smell like a woodland fairy, or an old rusty contruct, or a moldy crypt, or even just a wolf. do you get my vision. if that exists already please send me a link. i feel like smell is such an underrated way of self-expression, like its so subtle yet impactful, you can basically associate yourself to anything of your liking in the mind of other people, and they probably will never think it was on purpose. also since in horror writing, smell is often used to demote that something is off with a usually supernatural character i feel like it could work wonders for nonhuman folks.

Edit: I’d recommend looking in the reblogs for recommendations if you find this idea interesting. Also, here’s an Etsy collection [link] with some cool scents for this !

#xenogender #otherkin #alterhuman #nonhuman #constelic #mogai safe #mogai friendly #pro mogai #mogai gender #mogai community #therian

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butch-reidentified · 1 year

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The comments are exactly what you expect. Don't think, just transition!

#mine #radblr #radfems interact #radfem friendly #gendie brainrot receipts #genderism #gender ideology #gender critical #radfem #radfem safe

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museumofferedophelia · 8 months

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Loneliness, when experienced by women, is treated like a joke. The stereotypical image of the crazy cat lady, the spinster, the old maid, has been mocked for centuries. A warning to other women not to be too selective, too cautious, too discerning, too demanding, or else you'll end up like her. A laughing stock.

But when men are "lonely" (ie. when women become more aware as a class and won't engage with manchildren), suddenly it's an epidemic- a crisis requiring analysis by sociologists and psychologists and hundreds and hundreds of articles dissecting why these poor men are so lonely, as though their loneliness reaches some special depth unknown to women.

#gender critical #lgb #radblr #radfem friendly #radical feminism #radical feminists do interact #terfblr #terf #dropthet #feminism

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kiruliom · 1 year

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