request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.
pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader
a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-)
You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back.
The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside.
Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one.
Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you.
“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died.
As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least.
You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you.
Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb.
Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you.
A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside.
“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.”
You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead.
A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly.
“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded.
“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.”
“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one.
“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face.
Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.”
The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you.
“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed.
“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.”
Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though.
He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful.
The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?”
He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows.
“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth.
Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.”
Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink.
“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.”
Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right.
“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.”
“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.”
The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time.
Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big.
“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool.
“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.”
“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead.
“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria.
“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea.
“Thank you,” you replied.
“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.”
Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.”
“You wanna try your window idea or not?”
If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure.
Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it.
“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face.
In which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry.
Author’s note: I don’t really see Harry ever being violent, but I had a dream about this and really wanted to write it soooo.
Tonight has been the most fun you’ve had in a while. You’re sat at a table in Harry’s favorite pub, crowded with his close friends. There are some that he keeps in regular contact with, but more that he only gets to see on the off chance that he’s home for a while and free from any work.
Harry’s been smiling all night, cracking terrible jokes and laughing overzealously at the little quips that anyone else makes. He’s had at least one too many. His smile is lazy, an uneven little smirk. His arm is stretched out across the back of your chair and he keeps touching you, brushing his thumb over your far arm, randomly spattering kisses along your cheek or over your bare shoulder. Sometimes he leans on you and you have to shove him off when he becomes a little too heavy, worried about tipping out of your chair. But he only grins at you and then joins back into whatever conversation is happening.
The group has begun to thin out. A few friends have left in pairs, babbling about being tired or having things to do tomorrow. You and Harry assure each of them that there will be more get-togethers before he’s off around the world for work again. Harry expresses his love with sloppy words, too buzzed to get up from his chair and hug them. Then there’s only Nick left.
“Yeh ‘bout ready to g’home, kitten?” Harry’s leaned his head on your shoulder again, growing hair falling into his heavy eyes.
You’re laying on his chest, one arm around his neck and one hand on his cheek, stroking over the stubble that’s growing there and he wasn’t able to shave this moring because he was too busy cuddling you close to him.
He’s roaming one warm hand of his over you’re back, underneath the sweater you’re wearing that’s secretly his, to feel your skin and make you shiver against him. His other hand is cupping you’re face, covering your action and stroking your cheek so lovingly it almost brings tears to your eyes.
Your legs are between his so you could feel his whole body against yours, his cold toes, which were the part of him the fluffy blanket that was draped over your bodies couldn’t cover, were tickling yours, making you giggle ever so often.
Your eyes were locked onto each other, dancing over each others features and admiring every feature. Harry pulled you closer after a while, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours before he moved his head to the side a bit so your nose was touching his cheek and your lips ghosted over his.
And even though this wasn’t by far your first kiss, the feeling of being so close to him still filled your tummy with butterflies. You leaned in the last bit and connected your lips to his in a gentle kiss, no tongue or teeth involved, just simply a loving kiss that consisted of lips closing over each other’s.
The kiss ended with a sweet sound that you both learned to love ever since you were together. Soft smiles grazed both your faces, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. Harry chuckled as you diverted your eyes in embarrassment and bit down on your lower lip, his thump stretching out over your chin to make you release it again.
He removed his hand from underneath your sweater and cupped your other cheek as well, pulling you up a bit higher on his chest so you were at the perfect height to keep kissing him.
And that’s what you did, you pressed your lips to his again, sighing dreamily at the pleasure the simple touch caused. He hummed against your mouth when you leaned in for another kiss right after the first one ended, he himself not getting enough of the contact.
“I love you so much.” he whispered when you finally pulled your lips off his, looking at you with so much love and admiration it was almost unbelievable.
“I love you more.” you whispered back and pecked his lips quickly, but not quickly enough for Harry because he caught your lips nontheless.
“That’s not possible.” he grinned softly at you.
“Yeah, it is.” you smiled back.
Harry’s smile fell slightly as he started to stroke your back from your face and behind your ears, his eyebrows furrowing.
“If you knew just how much I love you…” he trailed off.
You leaned up to kiss him once again to make his smile return once again and it worked, his dimple reappearing.
“It’s also good you’re the best kisser I’ve ever met.” he told youplayfully.
“Yeah?” you asked.
“Mhm. The absolute best. Better than any kiss I ever had.” he winked at you.
This time your smile fell a bit, the thought not as nice as it sounded.
“Hey…” Harry breathed, frowning at your sudden change of mood.
“Sorry. Just don’t want to think about anyone else kissing you.”
“And I’m not kissing anyone else… only you.” he grinned cheekily, pecking your lips once and then twice.
Your smile came back and you giggled when he missed your lips a bit and instead kissed the corner of your mouth.
“But I can understand you. Don’t want to think about you kissing anyone else either, especially because I know how kissy you are.”
“Only kissy when it comes to you.” you reassured him.
“Hmm… I actually don’t think you told me I’m a good kisser yet…” he acted as if he were in deep thought.
You giggled before pressing a passionate kiss to his lips, watching how his eyes fluttered close and revelling in the way he moaned lowly just because of your lips against his.
“You’re the greatest kisser, baby. The absolute best.”
“That’s better.” he chuckled and kissed you again and again.
you would have been working out all day at the gym. your muscles were tired and sore. you just wanted to get home and rest. when you did get home you noticed jin was home early from practice. you said your hellos from across the aprtment and fell down on the couch, completely exhausted. “uhahhh.” you groaned, your muscles finally relaxing. from the kitchen, jin’s ears perked up from the sound you had just made, his cock twitching in his pants. he walked into the living room, looking at your tired structure, “are you sure you’re tired y/n? because i really need you right now.” he practically whined. you cocked your eyebrow at him in response. “i’m sorry, it’s just i love the sound of your moans.” with that, you weren’t tired anymore.
you had a hard and long day at work, your boss making you work two hours more than usual. you came home and practically collapsed on your boyfriend, yoongi. your head was on his lap, your eyes closed and his hand running through your hair. the feeling of his fingers running agaisnt your scalp and brushing each strand of hair just felt so good to you. ‘ahh that feels so good yoongs.” the sound of that made something click in yoongi. he realzied how close your head was to his cock and your warm breath fanning onto his skin. “i think i can make you feel even better jagi.” he said as his hand in your hair dragged down your body into your pants.
you being an idol yourself, you had to practice your dances a lot. so, one day hoseok practically begged to come to your dance practice. for the whole day you and hoseok stayed in the practice room. he watched your body twist and turn around the room. he was already semi hard just from watching you. but when you let out a moan of tiredness, he lost it. he was behind you in the mirror in a second, his hands on your hips and pulling you into him. the feeling of his cock in your ass made you gasp and look at him in the mirror. “its just something about the sounds you make, i love them.”
you and namjoon were heading to a big dinner for the boys’ comeback. you were in a fancy dress and he was in his best suit. you were drving and almost there, you getting extremely nervous because you had never met any of namjoon’s managers before. for reassurance namjoon placed hsi hand on your thigh. from being surprised, you let a little moan, both of your ne cks snapping to look at eachother. “what was that jagi?” namjoon smirked at you, his hand moving closer to your core. “um nothing.” “mh, let me hear your sounds.” he said as he fully placed his fingers onto your most sensitive parts.
jimin was sleeping in the other room, tired from practicing all week for bts’ new comeback. not wanting to wake him up, you decided to entertain yourself with video games. and tbh, you sucked at video games. so every five seconds you would lose, making you completely frustrated. “ughhh.” “ahhhh” “uhhh” from your loudness, jimin woke up in complete awe. something about your groaning just turned him on so much. so, he walked out into the livingroom and wrapped his arms around you from behind the couch. “babyy, your little groans make me so turned on.” his whinned into your ear, making a smirk appear on your face, knowing exacly what he wanted.
it was late at night when taehyung woke up to you squriming beside him and moaning. at first he was thought you were awake and ept asking what you were doing. but then he saw your closed eyes and knew you were dreaming. “ahh tae mhh ahh” you moaned loudly, making taehyungs eyes widen. his cock immediately reacted and twitched in his boxers. your squriming and moaning continued as he dragged is hand down your body to your soaked panties. from the contact you woke up and looked at taehyung. “sorry babe, you were moaning my name and you know i can’t control myself when you do that.”
it started out as just a little game between you two. he would be watching tv, or making some ramen or even showering. and you would just come up behind him and moan into his ear. both of you would laugh at first, thinking it was funny. but the last time you did it, something in him switched. his cock automatically started to get hard, and he needed you. he was sitting on the couch so he pulled you don onto him, making you straddle him. “i think that’s enough of your fake moans, i want to hear your real moans kitten.”
This is just a lot of smut cause I am thirsty as fuckkkkkkkkk.
The moment you laid eyes on Thomas you knew you wanted him. It was an instant attraction. You gravitated towards him before you even realized your feet were moving, the second he stepped in the room. He seemed to feel the same, his whiskey eyes following your every movement. There was only one problem. Brenda.
Imagine Jensen flirting and giving you his number while you take pictures of him during an event.
“Mr Ackles! Mr Ackles right here! Here!”
“Jensen! Jensen here!”
“Mr Padalecki please here!”
“Jensen can you look here? Please!”
“Mr Padalecki, here here!”
You could almost feel dizzy at times like this, with everybody shouting around you, pushing and pulling to get a good picture of whatever celebrity it was that was walking in front of you at the moment. But it was your job. The flashes, screams and shouts, some hits here and there were all part of your job and you loved it to pieces. You were a photographer, one unlike any other though. Apart from the photoshoots you did for the numerous magazines you worked in you loved stepping outside your comfort zone and taking pictures of celebrities in whatever event it was yourself. Most of your bosses were skeptical about it at first but once you actually showed them the photos you’d take they would immediately let you do your thing. So you could say you did some of the reporter part as well.
You chuckled at everybody’s enthusiasm and continued with taking your photos, not really caring if they’d look directly at the camera. You’d taken some of the best photos in your life when they wouldn’t look in the camera and do their thing. That and maybe, just maybe, it was because you felt your breath and all words get caught in your throat whenever you noticed that the green-eyed older man was getting closer. You had a crush on him, and he was just one of the few men you really admired so much in your life – both of his work and character. Your friend’s would tease you endlessly about it but you were willing to take it. It was Jensen Ackles after all, you could take anything for him and from him.
You snapped more photos of him, looking occasionally at them to see if they were good enough. You continued, smiling softly when you saw that boyish grin that would make your heart flutter. You tilted your camera to get a better view of him and that was when you noticed it. Your breath got caught in your throat when you actually saw him look into your camera. Of course you tried to tell yourself not to think much about it because you were just another photographer in a sea of people, cameras… oh yeah and fans of course with plenty of posters and photos to sign.
But then his eyes remained focused on you and you actually frowned. You bit your lip and looked down at your camera. You glanced up only to see him take off his glasses and his smile turn into an almost smirk. The shouting kept going but he didn’t seem all that interested in any of them like his friend seemed to. You heard some whines from fans that were nearby, when he walked past them and you felt a little bad for them because they really wanted them to sign their photos.
“Jensen, Jensen please!” you heard some of them and he paused, giving them a charming grin.
“I’ll be right back, just a second yeah?” he shouted, trying to be heard over all of the noise.
Your eyes all but widened as while taking the photos you actually saw him turn in your direction and get closer. You snapped more photos but for a moment you felt frozen in your place when he flashed you that smile so you decided to focus on your camera. You looked down at it, supposedly interested in the photos you’d taken more than the man approaching you. Because he was. And how did you know that? Well:
“Hey there” you heard a deep voice say, not as deep as you were used to hearing on the show. But sure as hell your head snapped up before you could realize it.
Your eyes were wide as you looked right and left, even behind before finally meeting his eyes “Me?” you pointed at yourself and he chuckled, fixing his glasses.
“Yeah, yeah actually you. Don’t think there is a single man that would want to talk to anyone else with you in the crowd.
“I uh-” you giggled – like a freaking schoolgirl! - and looked down for a moment “Thanks, I guess?”
“Don’t thank me, miss (Y/l/n).” he shook his head, smiling a little nervously (for real?). You glanced down to see you really had your ID of sorts hanging from your neck.
“I’m sorry.” you laughed, shaking your head at realizing how stupid you really must have sounded “I just- I am trying really hard not to fangirl
“No, for real. Don’t- Don’t apologize.” he rubbed the back of his neck, glancing at Jared for a second “I am really the one that should be fanboying.” he chuckled and your eyebrows shot up.
“You- I just really admire your work, and I don’t mean just the magazines. I’ve been following your blog for as long as I can remember.” he breathed out and at that moment you felt all air get knocked out of your lungs.
You opened your mouth to speak but another voice was heard that made him look the other way “Jens?” you recognized it as Jared’s voice and once you looked back at the man in front of you, you heard him sigh.
“Always the worst timing.” he mumbled to himself and you chewed on your lower lip.
“Uhm so (Y/n)-” pursed his lips for a moment, chewing softly on it for a moment “Uh can I borrow that?” he spoke to a fan right next to you that was holding a pen for Jared as it seemed to sign along with a small photo.
“Sure” she giggled and you watched curiously.
“Thanks sweetheart.” he grinned before turning to you. You almost jumped as you felt a shock of electricity that ran through your hand once he took hold of your palm.
You saw him scribble down something before handing the pen back to the girl, just in time as Jared came to sign the photo. Jensen gave you one last big smile before he was shoved by his friend to move forward.
The last thing you heard was “See you in a week.” from before looking down to see a number written on your hand with a ‘Call me ;)’ below it.
You could swear your heart stopped beating at that moment and everything stopped functioning in general. But there was only one question that still was not answered: What was it in a week?