but still came out way more crappy than my other edits ; ;

Past Lovers, New Comers

Requested by anon: Can I get a shameless imagine and carl Gallagher.The reader is like 2 yrs older than him and 5 mons. B4 he goes to juvie they have sex and she find out she’s pregnant and when he comes back she has a 1mon. Old baby girl and he’s really soft when it comes to the baby like he calls the baby princess and stuff but other than that he’s really tough. (Can it be a mixed girl plz I’m Puerto Rican and black and have really curly hair and a Beyoncé skin tone) And after Dom cheats on him him and the reader get together.

Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader (OC)

Word count: 1.342

Warnings: It’s been a while, I’m rusty.

A/N: I literally wrote this based on clips and fan edits because there is no fudging website where I can watch this show smh. Anyway, my worry here is that I’m rusty so… FEEDBACK IS SUPER ULTRA DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED. <3


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(This gif is so cute omg)


“Don’t worry, I will make juvie my bitch.” He had said, and (Y/N) was confident he would kick ass like usual, care-free and badass like only he could be. However, the things he left behind were too much to let go as easily as he had done.

But he had no idea.

She could still remember their last night together; his plump lips over her soft skin, his groans every time he thrusted in, and the tight grip he held on her hips. She remembered the drops of sweat that formed on his forehead, the contrast between his white skin mixed with her bronzed one, and the way his eyes shut when he came in.

He came in.

Carl always said that she was his golden girl and he had promised to stay safe for her, and to always protect her no matter in how many dangerous messes he got involved in. So far, he had kept half of that promise.

She had to leave after finding out about her consequences. They hadn’t been careful, they hadn’t thought it through. They had left the heat of the moment to take control over their bodies, falling for their primitive instincts and ignoring logic.

And now she had to carry another live.

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Green doesn't look good on you - TJ Perkins Smut

Did somebody order a side of crappy smut?

I will be updating this off and on to make it better.

Constructive criticism is really appreciated, becauseI know I need improvement.

A/N: Hey guys, I’m sorry I’ve not been posting in awhile I still have writers block and ive been busy with Twitter and school. But hopefully I’m back now. Also another smut will be posted this week but it’s a personal request ive been working on it a lot and it’s amost finished. Btw this is my first time writing smut so please don’t hate me.

Warnings: Crappy editing and ending because I’ve been working on this at 12 am and this took 3 hours to finish. So there will be mistakes, grammar issues and a lot of other stuff. TJ also uses the words Slut and whore a lot, oops? Rough sex, Daddy Kink!, Cursing, I did go back and forth on the daddy kink because not everyone likes that. Poorly Written Smut.

Finn makes a special appearance in this.

Pairings: TJ Perkins x Reader

Summary: TJ is jealous and fucks the reader.

“Damn, looking good baby.” one of the male superstars said to me while letting out a wolf whistle. I just scoffed as I walked pasted him.

I was searching around the whole arena looking for The Finn Bálor who was also my biggest best friend in the whole wide world.
We went way back, I’m talking NJPW back.

I was about to give up when I heard that familiar irish accent.

“Y/N!” Finn screamed as he ran up to me wrapping his strong arms around me.

“Finn!” I said back, mocking his excitement. I also had wrapped mine arms around him returning the hug.

“Oh my gosh! I’ve missed you so much.” Finn squealed. “Awe, I’ve missed you too.” I smiled up at him admiring his beautiful features. Like his blue eyes, his red tinted lips, that pale perfect complexion of his and that contagious bright smile he always wore. Snap out of it Y/n, you have a boyfriend. I thought snapping harshly at myself.

I was too busy being zoned out though that I didn’t hear the ahem behind me at first. I slowly unwrapped my arms from Finn’s well built frame.

“Oh hey.” I said as I turned around being met with TJ’s harsh glare. “What the hell are you doing?” TJ snapped harshly at me, his brown eyes glaring at me and Finn.

“Um hugging a friend?” I said although it sounded more like a question than a reply.

“Um not what it looks like to me. And you buddy stay away from my girl or you’ll be getting a detonation kick from me, you got that punk.” TJ turned and jabbed his pointer finger at Finn as his stare felt like it was burning a hole through Finn’s head.

“Got it” Finn weakly muttered.
“Well I’m gonna go, see ya later, cutie” Finn said as he kissed your cheek and ran away, leaving you shocked.

“I’m gonna kill him.” TJ said in rage as he tried to run after Finn. “Baby, no!” you shouted as you held him back. You looked up at his angry face telling you he was pissed and you weren’t gonna lie it turned you on.

“And you know what I’m sick and tired of you flirting with other men Y/n, it’s time I’d show you who’s boss and who you belong too.” TJ growled as he dragged you to his dressing room.

As soon as TJ got to the dressing room he shutted the door and slammed you into it.

“Since you wanna act like a filthy slut you’re gonna be treated like one,” TJ growled into your ear lightly bitting on the shell of it and kissing his way down your neck, slightly sucking on your soft spot which caused you to moan loudly and probably will leave an hickey. He quickly took off your clothes and disregarded them around the room somewhere.

“Now get on your knees,” he demanded while he fumbled with his pants button. When you didn’t listen he grabbed you by the hair and roughly pushed you on your knees.

“When I say something you fucking do it the first time whore, got that” he slightly yelled. You only nodded scared to speak. You’ve never seen this side of him and truthfully it made you wet and weak in the knees.

After about a second he took his pants and boxers off sliding them down his thick legs and as they pooled onto the floor. He stepped out of them and right in front of your face.

“You know what to do slut, now get sucking and by the way if you tease me your punishment will be worse.” he said with no emotion but pure jealously and lust written on his face. You gulped not even thinking about talking back as his dark brown eyes stared down at you. You took one your small hands and wrapped it around his cock while the only massaged his balls. You slowly kissed his tip, before finally licking down his shaft.

“What did I say about teasing me,” he grunted. He quickly shoved his whole dick down your throat which caused you to gagged. “Now that’s better” he said in a lustful voice as he started thrusting into your mouth. You hurriedly picked up the pace by sucking his dick as fast you could to meet his thrusts. You continuously massage his balls as he moaned out an fuck. “Looked at you, down on your knees taking daddy’s cock like a good girl” he purred. You let out a moaned and looked at him through your eyelashes which caused him to moan as the vibrations ranned up his dick. You sucked harder and faster as he threw his head back at the pleasure he was reciving. His harsh thrusts slowed down and as he a moaning mess.

“Fuck, babygirl, daddy is so close.” he grunted making a misshift ponytail of your hairl, tugging on it while looking down at your naked form. “Come on daddy you can do it” you said urging him on while still sucking on his dick. After a few more harsh thrusts and sucks, he camed down your throat. You pulled him out of your mouth and swallowed all of his cum. His breath still uneven as he roughly pulled you up and onto the couch on all fours. “Now here is what I’m gonna do, I’m going to fuck you so hard until the whole rooster knows mine name, got it and I expect an answer from you” he said growling as he roughly smacked your ass. “Y-yes D-daddy,” you said crying out from the pain that soon turned into pleasure.

“Aw would you look at that, already so wet for me kitten and I’ve barely touched you,” he smirk as he ran his two fingers down your wet lips teasingly. He finally thrust two fingers into your pussy. “Fuck TJ” you moaned out not expecting for it to be so fast.

TJ continuously thrust his fingers into you. And each time your moans got louder and louder. “You see this tight little pussy babygirl it’s only mine and no one elses.” he husked into your ear. “Yes, only yours daddy.” you agreed as you let out an slutty moan. One hand was still thrusting into you while the other one was smacking your ass.

“S-shit Teej, I’m closed,” you rasped out.

“I know baby,” was all TJ said before he quickened the paced brushing your g-spot each time until you finally came all over his fingers, he wasted no time sucking your juices off his fingers and moaning at your taste. “You taste amazing, baby, here try it yourself.” he roughly kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself. Which caused you to moaned into his mouth.

He pulled away as he walked behind you, making you whined at the loss contact. “Don’t whine now baby, the pleasure has just begun.” he said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and roughly thrusted into your core pounding into you relentlessly from behind. “Fuck babygirl,” he hissed as your tightness clenched around his dick.

“Oh my fuck, TJ, this feels so good. faster and rougher please.” you begged. “As you wish, princess.” he groaned pulling on your hair hard, as his thrusts speeded up but not fast enough to your liking, as you meet his thrusts, moaning. “Fuck, you’re such a good slut, taking daddy’s thick cock from behind.” he groaned into your ear as he pounds into your g-spot. “Who fucks you this good baby,” TJ moans out. “You do, TJ,” you say as you clench around his dick. “Daddy I’m close.” you moan out as he is thrusting into harder. “So am I, babygirl.” he hummed.

All could be was loud moaning of his name after he thrust he made and the occasional skin slapping. After a quick few more thrusts you finally cummed all over his cock and he squirted into you, he thrusted in you a few more times getting you guys off your highs, after he was done he pulled out of you and felled onto the couch as the tiredness took over him.

“Wow.” you both said in unison, wiping off the sweat that formed on your foreheads.

You giggled kissing his lips tenderly.

“I’m sorry baby for flirting.” you said apologising, smiling at him tiringly.

“It wasn’t your fault and you weren’t the one flirting but I’m sorry for being an jealous asshole and calling you all those rude names,” he said back, apologising as well.

“It’s okay. I like when you’re angry.”

TJ was about to pull you into a passionate kiss until the knock at the door startled you.

“Hey could you guys keep it down in there? We all now understand that she’s yours, TJ.”

“Yikes.” you both thought.

Mentally Unstable

Pairing: Jensen x reader (platonic till the end), Jared x reader (platonic)

Trigger warnings: mental illness, slight depression, anger outburst, language, very little spn canon violence, self loathing (I guess. Basically the reader doesn’t like herself), bad traffic (yes that’s a warning), reader being bitchy

Word Count: 3131

Summary: You wake instantly knowing you are going to have one of your “bad” days meaning your emotions are going to be a mess. Sure enough angry outburst start your day when you nearly kick the crap out of a guy in traffic and nearly bit off Jared and Jensen’s heads. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like this will be going away any time soon. How are you supposed to keep it hidden from people who are practically your family and how will this affect the major scenes you must shoot? That’s right you are an actress on Supernatural, but can you keep your emotion in check long enough to get through the day?

A/N: Hey y’all first I want to say I have no fucking Idea where this came from. It wasn’t planned at all. It’s basically word vomit on a page because I had a really crappy day in which some of the things in the story actually happened to me. So, I guess writing some fluffy J2 helped me get over my shitty day. I also wrote the reader based off myself in a way because these emotional issues are ones I face and today was one of the “bad” days for me. Literally wrote this between the times of 8pm and 4am so there’s barely any editing done and I apologize for any mistakes. Its currently 4:30 and I have no ambition to check. Any who, I know I had more to say but I forget, oh well enjoy. P.S. This is my first RPF so be easy on me please. As always feedback is appreciated and wanted and hate will not be tolerated.

***Italics are scenes being shot for the show***

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Pairing: BFFs! Edmund x Reader
Requested: Nope
Plot: Reader tries to support Edmund after his girlfriend breaks up with him.
Warnings: None!
A/N: This is late, but I got a busy day and couldn’t edit it yesterday, so I rather delay it than upload a crappy story… Hopefully you guys will understand! Anyway, when I thought about this at first, it was a series of how Ed and Reader start falling for each other and crazy love and all that cheesy stuff (which I personally love), but I like the way it ended! (even tho if it’s a little sad)…. So if you guys want, I can continue it, just let me know! Hope you guys enjoy it, even though it’s really short!

Yo Y/N, I’m here, can you open the door or I have to climb to your window?

Y/N read the message quite confused. As far as she remembered, they were not hanging out today.

I guess I can, even tho it’s 1am


She got up from her bed and marched downstairs to open the stupid door to her stupid best friend. He’s probably drunk, she thought, or maybe he wants to eat something. At the moment she swung the door open, the girl’s annoyed thoughts about Edmund interrupting her movie marathon vanished.

“Ed… Are you okay? What happened?”
She scanned the boy with atent eyes. He had red eyes and a sniffling nose. He’d been crying. Y/N gently pulled him inside.
“Oh, it’s nothing, y'know, Rose just broke up with me and-” Y/N’s eyes widened and she interrupted him mid-sentence.
“Aw, Ed, I’m so, so sorry!”, she tackled him with a hug and ran a hand up and down his back, the other playing lightly with his hair. “I still have ice cream from last week…”
Edmund brought her closer. He loved the fact that Y/N had to stay on her tip toes to hug him properly.
He smiled sadly. “I would love some ice cream… But can we stay like this just a little longer?”, his voice trembling in the end.
Y/N blushed, but her grip on him tightned. She nodded and murmured a soft “sure”.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, he slowly pulled away, “I think I’m ready for that ice cream now”

Y/N quickly went to the kitchen, grabbed two spoons and the pot of ice cream, and came back to where Edmund stood. They silently made their way to Y/N’s room.
When the pair arrived, they sat on the edge of the bed. Y/N didn’t know what to say exactly. ‘God, I’m awful at this’
“So, uh, do you want to talk about it? If not, we can watch something or play Mario Kart or -” Edmund looked at her and she trailed off.
He sighed after a moment. “I really don’t know how to explain it… She just said that she wanted to break up…”
Y/N pressed her lips, trying to think how to comfort her best friend. “I thought… I thought you two were serious and that she loved you”, the girl looked up at him with glassy eyes. Seeing her bestfriend so hurt, hurt her too. She truly wanted him to be happy no matter what (even though she didn’t like Rose at the beginning of their relationship, Y/N knew she made Edmund happy, and that was enough for her)

“Don’t get me wrong, we broke up in good terms, but I can’t believe it. I mean, I loved her so much…” Edmund almost whispered the last sentence, thinking that maybe that way, all of that would be just a nightmare. He shoved a full spoon of chocolate ice cream on his mouth. Y/N’s heart clenched. He was so sad…

‘I’m the world’s worst best friend’. A few weeks earlier, she broke up with her boyfriend and Edmund, being an awesome friend, stood with her all night long, chatting and supporting her – and in the next day, he punched the guy. But she couldn’t do that. She didn’t know what to say or do, so she just sat there, speaking the clichés “everything is going to be okay”, “she will regret it later” and “she lost the most wonderful person I’ve ever met”.

“Do you want to sleepover? We can build a pillow fort, and watch something. You need to distract yourself” Y/N suggested simply.
Edmund chuckled, “That’s only an excuse to cuddle because I’m warm”, he looked at her and she put a hand on her chest, pretending to be hurt at his (actually true) comment. 
“It’s not an excuse! You know what, I take it back. And I’ll keep that hoodie that you forgot here last year”
“I didn’t forget it, you stole it! You were cold and I gave it to you! You swore you would give me the next day!”
“So you do admit you gave it willingly to me!”
The boy shook his head, smiling a little, “You, young lady, are the worst human being ever”. Y/N smiled, “I know”.

They laid back, staring at the ceilling, a million thoughts through their heads, but they still couldn’t describe any of them. 
Edmund decided to break the silence, “I guess it was for the best. I mean, she didn’t like Star Wars”. He looked at Y/N, as she tried to muffle her laugh. “She did have a horrible taste in things. No offense to that weird face of yours”. Edmund just laughed at her statement.

“Well, I think you should have broken up with her long ago. People who don’t like Star Wars shouldn’t be trusted.” Y/N said. “What did she said to you, anyways?”. Edmund froze at her question.

“You can’t do this, Rose, she’s my best friend!”
She exhaled and closed her eyes, “I know that, but as long as you two are friends, I’ll never be sure that you love me more than her!”
Edmund rolled his eyes, “The way I love you and the way I love her are completely different! Why can’t you understand that!”
Rose let a shaky breath and walked to him, “Ed, we’ve been together for eight months now. I know you love me, I do, and I love you too… But I know that you still feel something for her, and I can’t stay with this never ending doubt that you probably wished you were with her and not me… I’m sorry it has come to this point, but this is the checkmate… It’s me or Y/N”

Edmund didn’t regret choosing Y/N. Yes, he loved Rose, but Y/N was his best friend. Yes, he had feelings for her 6 years ago, but she didn’t want a relationship with anyone, so he moved on. Although he considered all that, it still broke his heart hearing Rose’s last words to him, “I really hope you get her someday”.

Masked - Part 5

Word Count: 2208

Pairing: Avengers x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood

A/N: Yay part five! Sorry for the wait but I wanted to plan this series out a bit more than I did beforehand. Thanks for staying patient!


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Part 4

Originally posted by buckybarneswintersoldier

Three weeks later

Your life had changed a lot in the past three weeks after you joined the team. The most notable change was your living situation. Once everyone found out what part of town you lived in and that you were living by yourself, Tony wasn’t slow to extend an offer for you to live at the compound. And by extending, it was more like an order from the stern expression he was giving you when he offered. So that’s how you went from crappy apartment to a mansion/compound in a few days.

To no surprise, the team definitely wanted train you to see how far you could actually push yourself under different circumstances. Fighting terrorist groups and Hydra agents was definitely a whole new playing field than bank robbers. However, Tony’s orders were that school came first always and the team agreed with that full heartedly. Even though you manage to kick everyone asses, you still had a lot to learn.

Just from the sparring with Natasha, you were able to see how sloppy your form could be. Not even a minute into your first session with Natasha, she already had you pinned to the ground. It didn’t take long for you to realize that she was pulling her punches until now. Still, you were able to learn a few new takedowns from her lessons that you got to try on Pietro. Sometimes he was too cocky for his own good but you didn’t complain, you had to practice the moves somehow. Even if it ruined his pride in the process.

Wanda was able to teach you some tricks to keep your shields up longer and how not to overuse your energy in battle. It helped that you two had similar powers but she couldn’t really help with the whole tentacle situation. That turned out to be an interesting convention when you finally showed everyone that they were, in fact, real. Then, of course, it led into the discussion on how you ended up with your powers and you simply told everyone the shortest version possible. Luckily, they didn’t push for more details and you were grateful for that.

Other than that awkward conversation, life at the compound was great. The team was nicer than you anticipated. The dynamics definitely changed since you stopped fighting each other and actually got to know them better. You even ended up with a new suit, courtesy of Tony, and surprisingly he knows a thing or two about fashion. Your old suit did the job but you had to admit it was nice having a suit that wouldn’t rip so often. The only thing that dampened the mood was some of the public reaction to you joining the Avengers. 

Some saw Rouge Hex as great edition while others saw it as reckless. Some believed that you only looked out for yourself due to some of the destruction you caused in your early days of crime fighting. You were just getting a hand on your fighting style and that led to some damage in the process. The team did come to your defense but they couldn’t win over everyone. Therefore, it led to the government and the team putting you on the bench for missions until things died down.

So you were stuck helping Peter with the crime around the city and that was one thing you couldn’t complain about. Though he was annoying and could get on your nerves, you grew close with the Spiderling. You couldn’t deny the feelings you had for Peter but you kept them to yourself not wanting to ruin anything. Most of your days were spent with Peter since he practically lived at the compound when he wasn’t at school. Tony even gave him his own room if he ever needed a place to crash.

Which led you today, where you were bored out of your mind since Peter was at school and your training ended an hour ago. Everyone was in their own little worlds as you stared at the TV going insane.

“Screw this,” You muttered turning off the TV and making your way to Tony’s lab.

You always seemed to find yourself drawn there since you started to live at the compound. Tony was always working on new inventions so it gave you plenty of things to do. Even Bruce had his head crammed into some work when you would visit.

“Hiya!” You greeted to the science bros as they muttered a quick hello. Furrowing your brows, you glanced over to the equation they were so caught up in. “You boys need some help?”

“I don’t understand why this isn’t working,” Tony sighed ignoring your question. “Everything is correct and I doubled checked - no tripled check.”

“Hate to break it to ya, but your equation is off to a certain degree. Your math is correct but right here is where your error is,” You smirked fixing the equation as the two men stared at you. “You’re lucky I caught this when I did. You could’ve blown the lab sky high.”

“You’re right,” Bruce added as you nodded confidently.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Tony said as you laughed at his comment. “And I’m giving you twenty-four-hour access to the lab. It’s official.”

“Should I thank the Academy for this honor?”

As the two men laughed, you broke out into a large grin. You finally had people to share your knowledge with, and to top it off they were high-class experts in their field. For Tony’s ego’s sake, you didn’t tell him that he was practically your idol growing up. The man graduated college early and was able to build up a successful business despite the whole arc reactor drama.

As their laughter died down you took a tiny bow and drew your attention to the broken gadgets on the table. Messing around with the broken objects you heard some bickering coming from outside the lab. Raising an eyebrow, you leaned over to see what all the commotion was. To no one’s surprise, it was Bucky and Sam arguing over something pointless as Steve tried to break it up.

“Stark!” Bucky barked as Steve sighed. “Sam broke my metal arm again.”

“Listen Frosty, I didn’t break your arm. You’re the one who suggested we run in a wooded area and you happened to trip over my foot in the process.”

“Can’t we have one day where you two don’t attack each other,” Steve sighed.

As bickering continued Bruce took that as his cue to leave as Tony rubbed his temples in annoyance. Getting up from your seat, you grabbed Bucky and pull him away from Sam.

“Alright, Birdman. Shut it, I don’t want to hear you speak for the next few minutes.” Bucky laughed at your comment as you turned over to him with a stern face. “Listen here, Elsa. I don’t another word coming from you either,” You added as Bucky’s face fell.

As Sam started laughing, you quickly whipped around and shot him a glare. Once he stopped laughing, you rolled your eyes at your friend’s antics. Even though you’ve only been living at the compound for a while, they knew that when you had a certain look on your face, you meant business.

“Barnes’ arm,” You demanded examining his arm. “You have something stuck in plates which, by the looks of it, is stopping the power from going to your hand.”

Grabbing a tool that could reach behind the plates, you hooked onto whatever object was stuck in there and tried to yank it out. Once you got it free, you watched the plates go back into place as you turned to Sam holding a piece of wood.

“Really?” You sighed as he shrugged in response.  

“My arm still isn’t working,” Bucky said.

“You probably need to juice it with power, you know to restart it,” Tony added. “I can grab-”

Ignoring Tony, you grabbed Bucky’s arm and focused your energy of his arm, not wanting to fry it. As the lights briefly flickered, you watched as Bucky’s metal arm started to move. Disregarding your lightheadedness, you smirked at your success. Looking around the room, you were met with faces of disbelief.  

“What?” You questioned. “I’m basically my own energy source. I thought everyone knew that?”   

“Uh kid,” Sam said motioning to your face. “Your eyes are umm.”

Confused you reach a hand up only to find small wet substance. Cursing to yourself mentally, you wiped some of the blood off of your face.

“Don’t be alarm guys, it happens sometimes,” You laughed awkwardly as Tony handed you a rag to get the rest of the blood. Once the blood was gone, everyone stared at you with blank expressions. “Guys I’m not dying, it’s just a bit of blood. It happened before I’m used to it.”

“This happened before?” Steve asked worriedly. “Bleeding from your eyes isn’t normal you know that right?”

“Well, Cap I’m not normal either.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“No, I know. I don’t really understand what I changed into so it’s easier just to go along with things.”

The room became silent as you felt all their eyes on you. Clearing your throat, you started to speak before FRIDAY interrupted you.

“Sir, Secretary Ross is on the other line and he has new mission details for the team.”

“Put him on hold FRIDAY,” Tony said drawing his attention back to you. “Kid if this happened before maybe we should run some test and-”

“No!” You said a little too loudly. “I-I mean I understand you’re worried but trust me I’m fine. I swear it’s nothing.”

“Sir, Secretary Ross says it’s urgent,” The AI said.  

“Tony, just drop it for now,” Steve added as you bit your lip nervously.

Silently nodding, Tony followed everyone out of the lab as you stayed behind. You weren’t cleared for missions yet so it made no sense listening to the meeting. You let out an exasperated sigh as you threw down the bloody rag. They weren’t supposed to see that and now everyone is going to be worried about your well-being. You had close calls before with over using your powers, but you barely even drained your energy powering up Bucky’s arm.

Trying to distract yourself from what just happened moments before, you returned to the broken gadgets. While you were working, you watched the team pass by in their mission gear heading out for who knows what. Quietly waving to Wanda who noticed you working, you sent her a smile hoping she wouldn’t read your panicked thoughts. Soon it was just yourself, alone in the compound, worrying if the guys told everyone else what had happened.

You went back into the living room and flipped through the TV channels in hopes some noise would distract you from the unbearable silence. Like before, there was nothing to keep your interest so you buried your face into the couch sighing. While you were laying face down, you couldn’t hear any noise except for the sound of your heartbeat. So when a voice appeared from behind you, you were a bit startled.

“Rough day?” A familiar voice asked. “Do I need to call a medic or are you alright down there?”

“Haha, Peter. Very funny,” You responded propping yourself up on your elbows.  “Shouldn’t you be on the mission right now?”

“Well, I was told I’m not ready to go on this certain kind of mission, so I was left behind.”

“At least you can go on missions,” You huffed making room for Peter.

Once he sat next to you, you put your head on his shoulder and stared blankly at the TV. As Peter began poking your face, you let out a laugh and swatted his hand away. Smiling in content, Peter let out a laugh as well.

“There’s that smile I love,” He said as heat rushed to your face. “We should do something together just the two of us. I know a killer pizza place not too far from here.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Parker?” You joked as his eyes grew wide.

“Yeah I am,” He said as you cheered excitedly in your head.

He actually had feelings for you and you could barely contain your joy. Watching Peter’s confidence go away as he waited for your response, you watched him trying to recover from what he just said.

“U-Uh I mean if you want it to be a date. I-I’m fine with just going as friends.”

You chuckled as you kissed his cheek. “I would love to go on a date with you, Spiderling. The pizza better be good, though.”

Standing up, you laughed at Peter’s shocked expression as he slowly got up. Grinning to himself a bit, he grabbed your hand and led you the elevator. Squeezing his hand a bit tightly, he turned to you and gave you a smile that calmed your nerves. Sure, you hated small spaces. But with Peter, they didn’t seem so bad- no matter how cheesy that sounded.

As the doors closed you smiled once more as you celebrated internally. Who knew joining the Avengers would better your chances with Peter. And you knew this was only the beginning.

Part 6

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SUMMARY: -request-You told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with people but now she’s coming to visit and you’re in too deep and need a fake boyfriend ASAP. (THANK YOU TO @super-slick-fanfic-chick for letting me use this idea for my series! Love you!)

PAIRING: Barry X Reader 

WARNINGS: none really

A/N: I am so happy to announce that I am finally done with finals and have returned to the land of fan fiction and tumblr. This was a lot of fun to write, even though finals kept me busy and writers block tried to stop me. Let me know what you guys think and whether you want part 2 or not! ALSO! thank you @winchester-with-wings   for editing this! You rock!

        You are seriously starting to consider murder. Life imprisonment doesn’t seem so bad if that means a break from your sister’s constant nagging on your perpetual single life. But if you’re being honest with yourself, she’d probably haunt your ass, asking why you still haven’t found a man. You know she means well, just wanting you to find the same happiness she’s found with her wife, Jane.

           However, with terrible blind dates one after the other, set up by your well-meaning sister, you couldn’t handle any more. That’s why when Thanksgiving came swinging around this year, you tried everything to get out of it. Even going as far as to say you were in the hospital, but your mom saw through every lie. She’s known you long enough to spot it over the phone, (it’s a little discontenting at times). So here you are, miles away from your home in Central City where you could be wrapped in a blanket or dining in with Barry, who had invited you to Thanksgiving with him, Iris, and Joe. Instead, you sit at your family dinner table, with your sister, Megan, across from you in the middle of one of her infamous rants. Like this one, they usually focused on your “fast approaching doom” of becoming a spinster.

“Y/n, I’m just saying that there comes a time in your life where you have to ask yourself, is it me?” Megan chides as she passes the mashed potatoes to your dad. Unintentionally your jaw clenches, it has developed into a habit around Megan.

“Right, dad?” She asks him, like a child waiting for approval. He seems like a deer in headlights and makes the wise decision of standing from the table and claiming to have forgotten the gravy. Even though it was sitting in front Aunt May.

           It doesn’t take Megan a second for her to spin her head back to you, her face a bit softer.

“You know what? There was this guy, Sam something, I met at a charity event last time I was visiting you in Central City. I think you both would hit it off—“

“Meg, honey, not now.” Jane, your sister-in-law, pleads, and you mouth out a ‘thank you’ to her. You’ve spoken too soon; however, as Megan pulls out her phone waving Jane off.

“Just a second, I’m sure I have his number in here somewhere.”

           Your heart beat quickens while anxiety follows. You are not going on another crappy blind date.

“Meg, stop it. I’m serious!” You beg, but she’s glued to her phone. Heat bubbles up inside of you, and anger fills your head, turning your ears red. “Megan,” Damn, what are you going to have to do to convince her to give it up? This is getting ridiculous.

“Found it!” She exclaims, and you forget to think. (God, you’re an idiot sometimes).

“I have a boyfriend!”

           At that, your sister is snapped back to reality, and it takes you a minute to let the words sink in. Shit, what did you just do? Your mind flies through possible ways out, take it back, lie, act like nothing happened…but it all brought you back to the simple point: if your sister thinks you’re taken, no more blind dates, no more speeches of being doomed to live alone. Of course you don’t really have a boyfriend, but how hard can faking it be?

                                       **6 MONTHS LATER**


           Pretending to have a boyfriend has turned out to really not be that hard. With your sister almost never visiting, all you really had to do was answer questions about your “boyfriend” whenever she called. And man, was it bliss, to not be worried about what blind date was next.

           Barry’s feet rest on top of your coffee table, and you stretch your legs on top of his. He smirks, and pulls his eyes away from the movie.

“Comfortable?” He asks, laughter hinted in his voice.

“Very.” You give him a cheeky grin, cuddling up next to your best friend. Chuckling, he wraps his arm around you.

           Tonight was one of your weekly movie marathons with Barry. When no metahumans would be tearing the town apart and Barry, aka the Flash, didn’t have to stop them, the two of you would choose movies you’ve never seen, or movies you wanted to see again or TV shows and marathon them together. Eating more popcorn and milk duds than humanly possible, and joking around. Sometimes muting the television and making up your own commentary for the characters.

“Hey, we’re out of popcorn,” You point out and look up at Barry expectantly, causing him to roll his eyes with a smirk. He doesn’t need to respond and he moves away his arm, standing up and moving towards the kitchen, taking the empty bowl with him.

“Thank you!” You call to him, stretching out the ‘ooo’ sound as you say it.

           Suddenly, the noise of someone knocking against your door enters into the apartment. Groaning, you toss the blanket you had to the side and make your way towards your front door.

“Barry,” you yell out, pulling open the door as you speak, “did you order pizza again? You know there is such a thing as too much pizza…” Your voice regresses suddenly when you’re met with the person standing at the door. Instead of a pasty, teen in delivery uniform and holding a pizza box, your sister, Megan, is there.


           She reigns you into a hug, taking you in by the neck causing you to laugh.

“What are you doing here?” You inquire, pulling away to get a good look at her. You haven’t seen her since Christmas.

“What? A loving sister can’t visit?” One look from you has her giggling away her previous serious expression and walks inside, dropping her coat into your arms. “Okay, your right. My business is hosting another Charity event here! It did so well, last year and I thought, ‘hey if I’m in town, why not stay a couple days with my younger sis?’”

“So, you’re staying here? At my place?” Oh no.

“Well yeah, unless, of course, if you want me to go…”

“No, no, of course not, it’s just—“

“Y/n, I get it, you don’t want me to intrude on you and the boyfriend, but I swear I’ll be the best guest ever. You and him are even invited to the Charity Gala!” You don’t know how to respond, but she doesn’t notice, her eyes busy looking around the room. “Where is the guy anyway? I want to meet the man who stole my sister’s heart.”

           Right about now you wanted to hit yourself in the head with a frying pan. How could you forget, about telling her you and your make believe “BF” were living together? Another one of your brilliant lies, at the time you thought it made your story more believable, but now you were wishing you kept your mouth shut.

“Megan, I have to tell you something,” you begin, the truth has to come out. You can’t invent a boyfriend out of thin air.

“Oh, don’t tell me that you and him broke up? I mean seriously, Y/n, can you not keep a man?”

           At that, you shut your mouth tight. It was all flooding back again, like nothing had changed. It’s in this moment, that Barry, bless his soul, decides to come out from the kitchen, a newly filled bowl of popcorn in his hand.

“Double buttered just how you like it,” His voice trails off when he sees that you’re not alone, his eyebrows crinkling together for a moment.

“Oh, you must be him! I am so happy to finally meet you!” Megan’s face lights up when she sees Barry, quickly walking over to him and enveloping him into a similar hug she gave you earlier.

“Uh, Barry meet my sister, Megan. Megan, this is Barry.” You introduce, awkwardly shoving your hands into your pockets. Your best friend’s face lights up in recognition and immediately returns a smile towards your sister.

“It’s really nice to meet you, too. Y/n, has told me a lot about you,” he tells her and she looks him up and down with a grin plastered to her face.

“Y/n, you didn’t tell me your boyfriend was hot.” She exclaims,

“What?” Barry questions, his face in complete shock and bewilderment. Megan, luckily, didn’t catch on.

“Hey, I may be gay, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know a hot guy when I see one, and my sister has definitely snatched up a good one.” She replies in confidence, and you want to hide your face in your hands.

“You know what, Barry, can you come with me?” You say finally, trying to control this before things gets out of hand, “I, uh, need some help setting up the guest bedroom.”

“Uh, yeah, okay.” He agrees, reluctant, placing the popcorn on a table nearby.

“Meg, just make yourself at home, we’ll be right back!” You tell her before pulling you and Barry into the spare bedroom.

           You turn around, after closing the door behind the two of you, and are met by Barry’s stern green eyes and his eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Okay,” you begin, reaching out to him, “I can explain.”

“Run that by me again?”

           Barry sits on the edge of the bed, and he runs his fingers through his hair, before turning to look back at you, across from him.

“Barry, you know I wouldn’t be asking you if I had another choice,” you don’t bother to repeat the plan again, you’ve already done it twice.

“Okay, let me get this straight. You told your sister you were dating someone so she would stop setting you up on blind dates, but now she’s here and you need me to pretend to be your boyfriend?”

           You move closer to him,

“She’s only in town for a couple days. Barry please, I’m desperate.”

           He bites the inside of his cheek, like he does when he’s thinking something over. Your heart beats anxiously for his answer.

“How sure are you that it’s going to work?”

“Like 20%.”

“And the other 80?”

“The other 80% means my sister finding out I’ve been lying to her for months and she never talks to me again.”

“Those odds suck.”

“I know, but I need you, Bare.”

           Barry smiles and scratches a spot behind his ear, before giving a reluctant sigh.

“Why not? It should be fun.” He breaks into a large grin, and you tackle him, covering him in a bear hug.

“Seriously? Thank you so much!” Barry laughs into you, his back lying on the bed from when he fell against your sudden burst. You fall to the side, rolling off of him. The two of you stay like that, for a second, giggles being shared between the two of you. Him on his back, with his head turned to see you and you on your side, a hand propping up your head. Barry’s the first to speak,

“How hard can it be, right?”

Defending your Honor

(This is a little vignette or snippet or whatever you call it for this Coffe AU prompt. I may write a couple more mixing it with a neighbours prompt I posted a long time ago. But I am also trash so I don’t know :D ) edit: yep there’s a 2nd one now

Carl realizes he’s getting fond of The Sanctuary and its bartenders the day he jumps in between Arat and an aggressive client to defend their crappy coffee.

“The coffee is not bad.Lies. “And no one’s forcing you to come here anyway, if you like those fancy hipster places there are plenty in this area.” that is true at least.

It’s not like Arat needs a skinny nineteen year old kid to protect her, by the way. She places a firm hand in his shoulder to get him to move away and speaks directly to the man, ignoring Carl.

“Do I need to get the shotgun from behind the counter?” she asks, poker faced.

And Carl knows she’s bluffing. Well. He’s 80% sure she’s bluffing. But god, she is scary when she wants to be.

That’s the moment Negan chooses to come in. He immediately stills, sensing the tension in the air.

“Wow! Is there any problem?”

“No, this gentleman here was just leaving.” Arat tightens her grip, warning Carl to keep his mouth shut. “Right?”

The man looks between the two of them and finally backs off, seeing himself outnumbered (not like Arat couldn’t have whipped the floor with him on her own), and grunts a “Whatever.”

Negan holds the door for him on his way out. “Byyye.”

He closes the door and turns to face them, focusing on Carl.

“And who dragged our favorite customer into this? Do I have to kill anyone?” he asks in his typical Negan fashion, which means you don’t know if he’s joking or if he’s mad.

“He tried to help.” Arat answers, turning to Carl. Don’t do it again.”

She then goes back to cleaning the tables, as if nothing had happened.

Negan scoffs as he gets behind the counter and winks an eye at Carl. “She’s a cold hearted bitch. I…” he points at himself with both hands “however, think it’s very cute that you came to the rescue. Here, have a cookie for your efforts.”

“Are you trying to make me fat?” Carl really wonders some days.

“I’m trying to keep you from dying of starvation. So you can live to see another day and be my knight in shining armor.“ he leans towards the boy over the counter, resting his elbows on it.

Carl tries not to stare at the way Negan’s arms stretch the cotton of his white t-shirt or make a remark on how he really, really doesn’t look like someone who needs anyone else to rescue him very often (the man is already too full of himself as it is). Instead he settles for his usual banter.  

“Keep that up and I’ll end up filling a complaint for harassment.”

Negan laughs.

“Hey kid, it’s you who keeps coming here” he says, raising his hands in a pacifying gesture.

Carl grunts and munches on his cookie so he doesn’t have to acknowledge that he does, in fact, keep coming to Negan’s coffee shop.

“So” Negan starts again, seeing how Carl is not planning to answer. “what was this guy’s problem?”

Carl takes a second to answer because Rick raised him better than talking with his mouth full.

“Hum, the coffee? And the service… and the place. But yeah, mostly the coffee.”

Negan’s face turns serious all of a sudden. “And you defended our honor?”

Carl shrugs.

Negan’s face cracks into a smile “So you do like my place!”

“Like it?” Carl scoffs. “It kinda looks like you rented the cheapest abandoned bar in the area and hired your ex-prison mates as bartenders. No offense.”

Negan takes a hand to his heart and pulls a half mocking, half serious affronted face. “This place, is not cheap.”

Carl waits for him to defend his employees as well, and when he doesn’t, he narrows his eyes at him. Is he implying…?

“You’re joking right?”

Negan gives him a big smile (all teeth, like a shark) from behind the counter, and then turns to attend the coffee machine neither confirming nor denying. 

Well…” Carl mutters after a couple of seconds. “… I don’t know what kind of coffee they served you all in prison, but it couldn’t be worse than this.”

He can see Negan’s shoulders shake as his deep laugh fills the room. When he speaks, his voice is softer than usual.

“Yet you still come back every day.”

Carl shoves the rest of the cookie on his mouth and runs away to the safety of his table. Negan’s laugh follows him all the way.

sometimesangryblackwoman  asked:

Prompt: Regina and Snow have a fight. David and Robin plot ways to help them make up.

What was supposed to be a pleasant family dinner was rapidly escalating into World War 3, and all over a crappy reproduction of a forest painting. Not that he’d admit that it was crappy, because apparently that opinion had already been read loud and clear, but…it wasn’t good. It was charming, and bright and colorful in its own way, but…it wasn’t good.

Still, it reminded Snow of Regina, and she bought it for no other reason than to give a gift to her stepmother, and maybe Regina could have been just a little bit more gracious.

And maybe, the next Wednesday when Snow and David brought Neal over for dinner, Regina might not have had the painting – edited with magic and stripped of color, barely recognizable from the week before – hanging in the dining room.

Maybe if she’d just buried it in a closet, the night wouldn’t have ended with a pie thrown against the wall. Later, when David and Robin were perched on barstools at the Rabbit Hole, neither of them could agree on who exactly threw the pie.

“You know, I’ve had lots of bad nights with Regina. Even when she tried to break up our wedding, at least we still managed to have a good party afterward,” David mumbled into his beer.

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So, We’re Friends?

One day, I had a sudden wave of inspiration wash over me, and this is a story I wrote then. I wasn’t really that satisfied with it, but I edited it many times, so hopefully, it’s better now.

This is an AU in which Gajeel and Juvia are roommates, and it follows them through approximately 10 years of their lives. I imagine they moved in together when they were around 22/23 years old. This is Gajeel-centric, or at least told from his point of view, and the main focus is the Gajuvia broship, with a bit Gruvia and Gajevy on the side, and a microscopic mention of Nalu.

Those two are really my brOTP, and I like writing stories about them. :) Anyway, I hope you like this! :D

Genres: friendship, romance, humor, family (I guess?)

Pairing: Gajuvia (broship), Gruvia, Gajevy


Still, Gajeel had some pride, and a reputation to uphold. There was no way in hell he’d admit that.

Whoever came up with the “Friends are the family we choose” quote obviously had no idea what he was talking about.

Gajeel certainly didn’t choose to be stuck with the often hormonal and hard to deal with blue haired woman. Yet, there was no denying that he and Juvia were very close – they were best friends, if you had to put a label on them. Though really, that moody woman, his best friend? Gajeel had some pride, and a reputation to uphold. There was no way in hell he’d ever admit to being Juvia’s closest friend, let alone admit Juvia was his closest friend.

But you know, she really was the one person he considered worthy of the said title. Even though she often made him watch some third rate crappy chick flicks, or made him listen to all the gossip he never cared about just because she had no female friends to gossip with, or she ended up heartbroken and he had to kick the bastard’s guts. No, wait – he actually liked that part. Moving on.

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look at this crappy thing I did.

VOID!Zack Watterson, Gumball’s alter-ego/alter-name, appearing in ‘The Name’ from season 3. He was vaulted out of Gumball’s mind at the end of the episode, but if you compare his disappearance to Rob’s body being stripped away, you can see he’s been sent to the Void, not gone for good.

So what if he came out again, just all disfigured like Rob? This is my (completely terrible and unoriginal) answer.

Um, it’s kinda sorta traced from the show, mostly, because it was an experiment in style of ‘how would a 2D character disfigured by the Void look like?’ The answer is… we don’t know, but I did this thingie! I used .jpeg coloring selection errors splattered over his face, like what happens on a particularly bad TV signal, on many parts of his body. I could have done more to change him up, honestly, not too pleased with this, considering just how disfigured Rob was, I’m considering finding some Season 1!Gumball pieces to replace his legs or even uncover some even earlier designs for Gumball to give him a more unique appearance, but I will explain the main feature of disfigurement I settled on for his ‘calling card’ or just his general ‘look’.

The sunglasses he wore in school are part of his eyes now, one just corrupted and the other literally the sunglasses in the shape of what his eye would look like. He can move his eyebrow like before, but it’s still the sunglasses frame.

Personality wise, I don’t think he’d change. He still thinks he should be the ‘real’ Gumball, since he’s way, way cooler than Gumball will ever be… so yeah, same modus operandi. You can’t get much worse than Zack already is.

Just A little Longer

Summary: When Dan catches a cold, Phil decides to look after him. Even when Dan starts to get better, he still pretends to be ill so Phil will continue to look after him.

based on this prompt (mainly)

Genre: fluff, slight angst, 5k+

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: none

Notes: I swear I didn’t mean for it to be this long.

Dan’s POV

I knew it was coming as soon as I sat next to that guy on the tube. I hadn’t thought why there were two seats left empty beside him when the carriage was so full. It didn’t look like he was a serial killer or a drunk. He was dressed in a sharp business suit and had a briefcase in between his legs; all I could think about was getting to rest my feet.

I had been out all day on the other side of the river, walking to so many different places that I lost count of them all and in that moment the only thing I could think about was how I didn’t want to have to spend the long tube journey home standing up.

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Jackass to First Class

Anonymous requested: Hiya! Could I please have an imagine where you and him don’t really talk and you go to different schools but your moms are friends so you go to a basketball game at his school and he leaves you with his baby sister to go hang out with his friends. Then when his mom picks you up he says he’s sorry and he cuddles with you in the back seat. Super fluffy please❤️❤️❤️

A/N: Hey guys! It’s almost midnight right now and I didn’t really edit this so I apologize for all the mistakes I don’t doubt will appear. I just really wanted to get a new imagine for all of you up, I know it’s been a while. Enjoy!


The guys that populated your school were gross, to say the least. None of them ever really piqued your interest. The fact that you’ve known most of them for nearly your entire life probably added to the yuck factor.

You weren’t without a romantic interest however. In the nearby school there was a boy by the name of (Y/C/N). He was everything you wanted, everything you felt you needed. It wasn’t as if you just picked a boy off the street and said that one, yes he’ll do very well for me. No, you and (Y/C/N) went ways back, even before the two of you were even conceived. Your moms had been best friends in high school and stayed connected for the rest of their lives. When you came out a girl and he came out a boy, both the same age, the wedding had already been planned. Sometimes you felt as if your mom had mentally forced you to like him, like you were raised under the fact that he is someone you should end up with. Most times however, you were able to distinguish that he was just such an amazing person that it would be difficult not to fall in love with him.

One thing about your mom and his is that they still hung out as they did in high school, only now they dragged their kids around with them. Saturdays were always when the two families would come together, and tonight was no different. The setting was at his high school to watch a crappy basketball game where you knew none of the players on the court. You couldn’t help but feel somewhat excited, as you do every Saturday. (C/N) was going to be there! And anytime spent with him could never be wasted time. 

What you didn’t expect was that the time wasn’t going to be spent with him but with his younger sister. Baby sister actually. You absolutely adored her and spent weekdays babysitting her after school, but you weren’t particularly excited to spend a basketball game trying to entertain her. You’d much rather make jokes with (Y/C/N) and try to throw popcorn in each others’ mouths.

He had abandoned you and his family to dick off with his friends in the corner of the gym. You decided to take the baby into the halls to get her away from the noise. Spending 2+ hours babbling and squatting wasn’t exactly your idea of fun, but you didn’t dare complain. 

He came out in the hall at one point to get a drink of water, and you must not have heard him because you continued to make faces at the baby and chase her down the hall. Your idiotics were cut short by a familiar chuckle. You spun around, baby in hand, confronting exactly who you were trying to avoid.

“What are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be with your posse?” You questioned rather rudely as you set the baby down. Affectionately watching her, she wobbled over to him before falling on her rump and giggling. He swooped her up in his arms and threw her into the air before safely catching her, causing her to erupt in giggles. As he nuzzled his face into her neck, you couldn’t help but melt a bit. Goddamn you (Y/C/N) and your adorable tendencies.

“I was looking for you actually. I was wondering where you were, it’s not as fun without you.” And for a split second you could have sworn this look crept across his face, the same look that plagues you whenever you think of him. But just like that it disappeared. “And I wanted to ask if you wouldn’t mind loaning me like 10 dollars? I promise I’ll pay you back. It’s just that the guys-”

“Fine. Whatever.” You cut him off, digging through your purse and jutting your arm out at him with a 10 in hand. “Have fun.” And with that you grabbed the baby from his arms and walked down the hall, leaving him in disbelief, staring at your retreating figure.

Time skip

Finally, the game ended. You couldn’t care less about the scores, you just wanted to get home and sleep. The baby was more energetic than usual, making you run after her constantly. To make matters worse, you and (Y/C/N) hadn’t talked after the little encounter you two had. After giving the child back to her mom, you retreated into the back of your mom’s car and curled into a ball as you waited for her to return. You  heard the back door open and assumed it was your mom dropping something off in the back and therefore didn’t open your eyes.

Only when a hand snaked around your waist and you were being pulled into someone’s chest is when they snapped open. “You’re not my mom,” you whispered, turning to find (Y/C/N) smirking at you.

“That I am not,” he retorted. “But I am a huge jerk,” his smirk faded and he rested his head on top of yours, hugging you so tight you felt like you would pop. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I should have been better to you. God knows you deserve as much. I just, I was nervous for tonight. I really like you, (Y/N). I didn’t want to spend the night with you and say something super dorky and mess everything up, so I hid with my friends.” During his soliloquy, you leaned back to rest your eyes upon his face. His eyes were shut so tight and he seemed like a child, terrified of your reaction. His whole body was tense. You reached a hand up to his face, running your finger down his cheek and across his lip. 

“I like when you say my name,” you whispered to his chest. 

“(Y/N, (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)-” he taunted you, cut off when you smashed your lips against his.

“Please don’t be a jerk again, I like the regular (Y/C/N) too much already,” you said as he pulled away.

As he brushed a strand of hair away from your face and kissed your forehead he whispered “I promise” into your hair, lulling you into a serene sleep.


Shameless 5x12 - The Break Up: Context and Narrative Framing

[I was going to post a picture of Ian and Mickey, but it just felt like it was too soon. And weirdly enough Michael Scott seemed fitting for me when I was writing this.]

I want to talk about the break up scene. Really, I want to dissect it and try to figure out what they had originally planned to do because as it stands now, there’s no direction for that scene. It feels choppy, forced, and almost irrelevant—and the obvious character assassination that occurs as well.  

This is split into two posts since it’s incredibly lon! 

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BGC 12 Episode 8 Thoughts - "I'm Done"

Slim: I Lost Major Respect For Alex. She Says She’s A Psych Major But DEFINITELY Doesn’t Act Like It. I’m Majoring In Psych Too And I Would Of Handled Jada’s Situation 100% Differently. If Alex Used Her Teachings From Her Degree, She Would Of Knew The Pain Behind Jada’s Real Name And Would Have NEVER Questioned Her. Because She Was Onced Outcast Like Jada, She Should Have Pulled Jada Aside And Talked To Her. Instead, She Became Brainwashed By The Other Pathetic Girls In The House And End Up Clowning On Her. Respect Lost. When The Tables Turn On You Again, Which Will Happen Because Those Girls Flip Harder Than A Fish Out Of Water, My Sympathy Will Be At 0. 

Aysia: I Lost Respect For Aysia As Well. With The Love Triangle, I Felt Bad For Her Because She Made A Mistake And I Genuinely Felt That She Had Remorse For It. With Jada, You Would Think Aysia Would Stay Neutral But Nah. Just What Jada Said, Aysia And Slim Would Be The Last People She Woulda Thought Would Jump On Her Without Talking To Her. Aysia Also Was, And Currently Still, On The Crap List And Was Ousted Along With Slim & Jada. These Girls Called You Out Your Name, Said Bad Things About You & You’re Over Here Joining Them In Their Jada Bash. 

Jonica: I Lost Respect For Jonica Too ! Jonica Has A Real Chill Personality And A Head Full Of Curls But Her Relationship Mentality SUCKS. But In My Opinion, Diamond Must Like It The Whole Run Around Jonica Gives Her Because She’s Mad One Second, Giggling And Smiling With Her The Next. No. If My Man Was Cheating On Me And Constantly Telling Me, “He Can’t Help It”, Boo You’re Out The Door Because You Clearly Don’t Respect Me. Ain’t No Smiling, Dropping You Off Food, None Of That. The Life Coach Told Blu That She Needs To Lead The Group In A Better Direction But She’s Adding More Into This B.S. With This Jada Bashing. Why ?

Redd: I Have Sympathy For Redd’s Mother. Redd Leaving The House To Be There For Her Mom Is Something That Almost Everyone Would Do. I Was Happy That She Was Leaving The House On The Low, Though. Let Me Tell You. In High School, I Knew A Girl, Who Just So Happen To Be Big, Who Acted JUST LIKE REDD TO EXACTLY THE T. So I Know Everything About Redd’s Personality And I’m Not Here For It. 

Loren: This Goat Has Never Gained My Respect From The Get Go. She Fights Jada For The 12342th Time And I Don’t Understand Why BGC Keeps Sending Jada Away Instead Of Loren. Loren Talks About How Jada Is Fake But Loren Is Fake Too! She Says She Can’t Stand Redd But She Still Hangs Around Her. She Says Jada Is Disrespectful & Starts The Fights But With This Recent Fight, Loren Started It. Jada Wasn’t Bothering Her. Jada Was On The Phone, Talking Business And Hoodrat Loren Starts Mocking The Way She Talks And Starts Yelling At Her While Jada Is On The Phone. They End Up Fighting But You Can Never Tell Who Does What In These Crappy BGC Edited Fights. Apparently, Loren Has A Problem With Girls Who Talk Proper. Uhmm I Understand  Joseline From LHHATL More Than I Understand Loren. When I’m On The Phone With Companies And Buisnesses, I Change My Voice Too. TF ?

Britt: She Doesn’t Like Redd But When Redd Calls, She’s Excited, Rolling On The Floor Like A Freaking 2 Year Old. I’m Not Even Gonna Waste My Time.

Jada: Jada Is The Only Girl I Like In The House At This Point. Jada’s Real Name Is Angela Nicole. Jada Doesn’t Want To Go By That Name Because It Brings Too Many Memories Of Her Past So She Changed It To Jada To Reinvent Herself. I SEE NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. Everyone Else Is Having A Fit Because They’re Like “Why She Never Told Us Her Real Name?” “She’s Crazy & Belongs In A Mental Institute Because She Created A Fake Person” And All That B.S. Everyone In The House, Including Jonica, Basically Bashed Jada. 1st Of All, Like Jada Said, She Doesn’t Owe Or Have To Explain Squat To Anyone. If I Changed My Name To “Afrika Bambaataa”, Unless You’re The Cops Or A Judge, I Don’t Have To Tell Anyone Why I Changed It. They’re Acting Like Jada Killed Someone And Stole Their Identity.

*Special Guest* BJ: BJ Is Alex’s Boyfriend. When He Came To The House, Alex Explained To Him About Jada And Her Name Situation. His Response Was “Maybe She Didn’t Like Her Old Name And Wanted Something New. What’s Wrong With That. Y'all Are Being Petty”. WHY COULDN’T ANYONE ELSE IN THE HOUSE UNDERSTAND THAT CONCEPT?


Very recently I was blessed with the most amazing and incredible experience of my life and I thought it was time that I shared it with you all! I actually wrote down a lot of what I wanted to say on the plane ride home, but haven’t really been able to coherently gather my thoughts until now. Just over a week ago, I got to not only meet…but really hang out with Shelley Hennig…so read on if you’d like to hear all about it and get some details on what went down! (Warning….this will be long)

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lessmathmorebooks  asked:

I was looking around your websites and had a question, although you probably get it a lot. How did you get into filmmaking since you didn't major in it? I want to be a filmmaker too but I can't go to college for it. I do write, though. And do you have any advice for people starting out?

I was a creative writing major and I kept handing off my screenplays to other people to direct when I was in college, and kept getting disappointed by the results. So I decided to try my own hand at directing, and then I fell in love with it. Which I realize makes it sound like it was all one fluid step, but that wasn’t the case at all. There was a lot of self-doubt and several points where I wasn’t sure if this was the path for me or whether I’d ever be able to make a living doing this. There still are, on my crappy days. 

I’m always cautious about giving advice, mainly because I’m still in the very beginning of my career, so I don’t feel particularly qualified to answer questions like this - you might be better off googling interviews with the directors of your favorite films.

But I can tell you the Tale of How I Started (the long, overly detailed and probably-way-too personal edition). Pull up a chair and I’ll spin ye a yarn, you’ve caught me in a sharing mood.

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Why You Should Hire Me

I’ve been a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer for three months. I’ve applied to dozens of jobs, edited and re-edited my resume, and crafted far too many passionate cover letters. There are several reasons that this weighs on me, but I think the biggest frustration is that I don’t think people understand exactly what having Peace Corps experience on your resume really means. How can one even condense the experience into a concise cover letter? I have yet to receive even a single interview, but if I did, here is what I’d say…

1. Do you have enough experience? We’re looking for someone with more experience…

For the past two years, my client base was the city of over 700,000 people who wanted to take advantage of the fact that I was one of the only native English speakers in a fifty-mile radius. Once they found out that I was a writer, the work came to me. I’ve edited countless student essays, tutored adults in grammar and syntax as they prepared for various English examinations. I’ve re-branded awkward businesses and provided new English language marketing strategies while explaining why their previous business names/slogans were less than ideal. (Anyone remember “Thumb Kindergarten”?)

I’ve created advertising copy for my school, filling brochures and writing up letters to various organizations. I’ve edited signage and translated material. If the street signs have proper English translations in my city, it could be credited to me.

2. We’re looking for someone who already knows the ropes…

If there’s something I don’t already know, I’m such a fast learner. I’m incredibly independent. I was dropped off in a part of China where locals speak an almost impenetrable dialect—I figured it out, I survived. I learned to read, write and speak Chinese. I wasn’t a teacher, and then suddenly I was. Not only did I do the work, I did it successfully. When I started teaching, almost half the student body simply didn’t attend. By the time I finished, my attendance ratings were high and my students were working harder than they had in previous years. True, this is teaching experience and not quite the same as what you’re looking for. It all just seems so easy to me, though. After having been through what I’ve experienced, the idea of having to learn my way around some new software feels almost laughably easy.

3. We need someone who is flexible, and who exhibits grace under pressure.

You’re looking at the girl who sang a duet in front of hundreds of Communist Party bigwigs even though she has a deep fear of singing in front of other people. I do what needs to be done, and I do it well.

I’m the girl who got out of bed in the middle of winter to shower in an unheated house, teach in an unheated classroom—all while suffering with bouts of giardia. Do you know what giardia is? Intense stomach pain caused by a parasite found in unsafe drinking water. It’s the definition of unpleasant, and I still performed. You want to know if I’ll be there during those crappy Buffalo snow days? I’ll be there, guaranteed. I’ll do the work, I’ll move my schedule around, I’ll do it.

4. This position requires creativity and new ideas, can you bring it?

Yes, yes! I single-handedly managed to whip up new and exciting educational ideas each week for the hundreds of bored and motivationally-challenged teenage boys in my classroom. I’m able to work with a client’s specific needs, even if they don’t match my own. I can write under pressure, I can create content like nobody’s business. Each week I was creating content for various classes, clubs and community events while also maintaining my blog.

5. What’s your biggest weakness?

Maybe it’s my “lack of experience”. I never had the financial stability to hold down an internship. I was working full-time straight out of college—long hours of waitressing in order to manage my student debt. I had to save my money for two years in order to even dream of applying for the Peace Corps. I didn’t have the luxury of searching for a job in my field back when I graduated. I don’t come from a family background that provides me with many connections. I’m catching up on all of that now, and I’m eager to show you the talent that’s currently languishing. Don’t ruin a good thing. Hire me. My “lack of experience” is going to blow you away.

The Anatomy of The Fallout 4 Clueless Gamer Cold Open

I’m extremely lucky that I get to work at a such a creative place with such an extremely talented group of hardworking people. Like everything else that goes on TV, the cold open was the work of many people working together - and I thought I’d take a moment to highlight those people by tearing apart the Fallout 4 Cold Open we did and explaining a bit of the process of how it all came together.

To begin, let’s start with the finished product - The Fallout 4 Clueless Gamer Cold Open:

Okay, so now that we know where we ended up… How did we get here? Well, every comedy sketch, no matter how big or how small starts with one thing: 

An idea.

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