car bump

I’ve been thinking a lot about how old I am in technology years lately so here’s a bit of reminiscing for you kids in the form of stuff you’ll thankfully never know the pain of

  • having to rewind cassette tapes. you want to hear your favourite song again? no just clicking <<. nope, you gotta manually rewind that shit and keep hitting play to see if you’re at the beginning again.
  • like listening to your own music in the car? back in my day we had to bring a bag full of CDs and swap them out in our portable CD players. if the car went over a bump, the CD would jump in the player and the music would skip. eventually the CDs would get wrecked. I killed so many CDs thanks to all the moving around I did as a kid.
  • stifling the dialup tone when your parents were in bed. want to sneak online? good luck. I had the modem squeezed between my legs, with two pillows pressed on top of it, and still. crrrrrRRRSSSHHHHHHHHHHH
  • fucking. homepage wars. hacking was a lot easier back in the day thanks to no one knowing shit about security and nerds like my generation quickly learning more than the web developers did. this resulted in carnage if you owned your own webpage. it was commonplace for different groups to have wars and constantly hack each other’s pages and deface them. you could trust no one. you leave for five seconds and suddenly your state of the art homepage and all its lit wordart graphics has been replaced with a plain text message insinuating something about your mother.
  • an entire room in your house was dedicated to the computer. it was called the computer room. it was filled with wires you were constantly tripping over, and thanks to the fact you were on a desktop, there was no battery life. you better get used to tripping over your power cord or rolling back in your chair and ripping it out of the wall, therefore instantly shutting off your computer, because it’s going to happen multiple times a week my guy.
  • “get off the internet, I need to use the phone” “how long will you be?” “only a couple of minutes” *two hours later*
  • I’m pretty sure it was messenger that had this, but basically if someone ignored your message for too long you could send them graphics that would hijack their entire browser and pop up on the screen. they were huge and would sometimes make the screen shake and I heard rumours that some of them could even make noise.
  • this is one that’s near and dear to me because I spent like 60% of my childhood in a car but handheld game consoles didn’t have built in lights. I remember playing Pokemon on my big purple GameBoy as it got dark, holding the screen closer and closer to my face, and eventually having to resort to quickly jamming the buttons when we passed under a streetlight. I remember when the GameBoy Advance SP came out with a built in back light and I lost my fucking mind.
  • *is two seconds away from finally downloading a picture online that’s been downloading for 15 minutes* *someone picks up the phone downstairs* *internet disconnects* *download fails* *why must you hurt me in this way*
  • writing everything you wanted to say online in the raw html code because it didn’t do it automatically. fine if you just wanted to make things bold or underlined, a lot more annoying when you wanted to add an image or bullet points or something. no such thing as a quick rant.

this is really long already so I’ll stop here but long story short it was a dark time and you all should grab every technological advancement you can with both hands and never let them go. for the sake of my childhood self, nose-to-screen with a GameBoy. do not let them go.

Backseat (M)

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

pairing: Yoongi x Reader 

genre/warnings: smut, one shot 

words: 1,110

summary: Coming back from the club with your best friends, you were forced to sit on your friends lap during the drive back. Both of you slightly intoxicated, the backseat could get a little heated. 

notes: this is what happens when you listen to House of Cards omfg someone stop me

                                           ___________________

“Im never drinking that much again.” I said, rubbing my forehead, trying to stop the dull ache that was beginning to form.

“That’s what you said last time” Namjoon laughed. I rolled my eyes and gave him a look which caused him to laugh harder. As the cold air whipped itself around me, I wrapped my jacket around me tighter, pushing my hands in the pockets. “Since Taehyung is riding back with us, someone’s going to have to sit on someones’ lap.” Namjoon said, opening his car door. 

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But I guess ultimately what scares me about marriage is where do you find this person? You know a lot of times, most successful relationships, people meet through work, school, mutual friends. But what’s most interesting to me is when people just meet in life, just randomly. You know, I have a friend, he got married, I asked him like “Hey, uh, where’d you meet your wife?” He was like “I was leaving Bed, Bath & Beyond. I was looking for my car - I drive a gray Prius. I saw a different gray Prius, I thought it was mine, I walked up to it, I realized I had the wrong car, but I bumped into Carol, we started talking, that was that”. That’s unbelievable. Think about all the random factors that had to come together to make this one moment possible - this one moment that changed these two people’s entire lives: First off, this guy has to live in this particular town. Then he has to get a gray Prius. Then he has to need to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then he has to go to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then there has to be another guy who also lives in town, also drives a gray Prius, also needs to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond, also goes to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond at around the same time. Then they have to both park somewhat near each other, my friend has to leave before the other guy leaves, see the wrong Prius, think it’s his, walk up to it. Then the woman, Carol, needs to be near the wrong gray Prius for a million other random reasons. They bump into each other, they start talking, their entire lives are changed. That’s the most amazing and terrifying thing about life. It is, cause the amazing thing is that at any moment, any one of us can have that moment that totally changes our lives. You could be leaving the show tonight, bump into someone… it could change your life. You don’t know, that could happen. The terrifying thing is… what if we’re all supposed to be at Bed Bath & Beyond right now?
—  Aziz Ansari
Road Trip || c.h

tbfh i was writing car sex w/ cal but i deleted it bc i thought it was trash omg (i dont think this was amazingly written, pls forgive me ;[)

Warning: this is fucking l o n g. 

I M A G I N E [SMUT]

“Baby.” You heard a soft voice call to you in your head. You were sleeping soundly, until this voice kept sounding in your head. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, introducing you to the dimly lit car. The car stumbled upon a bump, allowing you to float in air for just a moment. 

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Multiverse Lovers - Part Two -Stiles Stilinski

Title: The Happenings of Beacon Hills

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 8,436

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Public Sex, Jeep Sex, Fingering, Hand Job, Making Out with Stiles because who wouldn’t?, Feeling, Sexy Massages, Dirty Talking, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms

Notes: Prepare your holy water, because it’s about to get real. 

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

The jostling of the moving car bumped you left and right, the almost inaudible chug of the engine the first sound you could make out. Your eyes clenched tightly, a small stream of sunlight hitting them through the window. Your mind was slow to process what was going on and where you were, the worn leather of the seats making your back sweat profusely.

Wait, you thought to yourself, your eyes cracking open to stare at the roof of the vehicle above your head. Why am I in a car? The last thing I remember was falling asleep on the roof…

You sat up startled, glancing around at your surroundings hoping to figure out where you were and what was going on. A million thoughts were running through your mind, none of them making any sense. You glanced out the window in front of you, watching the trees pass by. You were in a moving vehicle, make and model unknown, person driving it most likely having kidnapped you.

“Glad to see you are finally awake,” the driver spoke. You glanced at the person, meeting their eyes through the rear-view mirror. The male’s honey brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight, but more than familiar to your well-trained eyes. “Did you have a good nap?”

Your mouth fell open, not believing what you were looking at.

Stiles Stilinski is right in front of me. What the fuck?

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BTS REACTION to S/O hitting something and letting out a moan

Smut week: Day 3


Jin

You and your boyfriend were sitting on the couch, watching a movie together, when you went to go get a drink. As you were getting up, your hip accidentally hit the side of the couch, and you let out a soft moan by accident. Heat rushed towards your cheeks as Jin’s eyes went wide, before giving you a kinky stare while winking.

“I say we take this movie to the bedroom, huh?”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi

He was working on a new song, obviously, when you went to go hand him some food. He paid no mind to you, giving you a ‘thank you’, and a kiss on your cheek as you bent down to place the food on his desk. As you were backing away from him, your butt hit the side of the table, and you moaned. You were hoping he didn’t notice, but by the hungry glare he held, you knew he did.

“I’m finishing in ten, after that I want you bent over my desk, ass up.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Namjoon

He was laying on your shared bed together, and you went to go cuddle with him, wanting to feel his warmth again. But as you were placing yourself down, your ass hit the side of the nightstand, causing a strangled moan to escape past your lips. His ears perked at the sound, knowing it all too very well. He gave you a look, biting his lip.

“Suddenly I’m not tired anymore.”

Originally posted by bangtanbanchan

Hoseok

He was trying to teach you a new dance, twirling you around with a happy glint in his eyes. But as you were being pushed against his chest again, your crotch hit his thigh, making you moan from the pressure. Your eyes looked up towards your boyfriend, and suddenly his eyes were darker than normal. His movements stopped, placing his hands on your hips as he whispered huskily.

“I hope you plan on being up all night, Y/N.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Jimin

You were teasing him all morning, wearing your short shorts that you knew he loved on you, along with your lacy bra and white tank top. This time, although, it wasn’t even intentional. You were swaying your hips in the kitchen, listening to your favorite song, when your hip hit the counter. You moaned, and you knew he heard it as your eyes went wide. He finally had enough the second you moaned, rushing towards you with a wild look in his eyes as he pushed you against the counter.

“I think it’s time my kitten stops teasing me, and gets on her knees. Before I stop being so nice about it.”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Taehyung

It was your anniversary together, and the both of you decided to make it a special night as you both went out to eat. You both arrived to the restaurant, the night already filled with innocent flirting. Well, it was innocent, until you were both being seated, and your butt hit your chair a little too hard and you moaned. Taehyung’s eyes traveled over your body immediately, licking his lips.

“Fuck the dinner, I’m hungry for something else.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook

You were sitting in his lap, your head buried in the crook of his neck because there wasn’t any room left in the car. He kissed your cheek, blushing. The car hit a bump, causing Jungkook’s thigh to hit a sensitive spot on your crotch area, making you moan softly in his ear only for him to hear. His eyes went wide, checking to see if anyone heard, but when he saw that no one did, he was quick to bite down on the shell of your ear, flexing his thigh once before whispering.

“Just wait until we get home, Kitten.. I’m going to fuck you until you’re sore.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

The Real Drug War

Drug Wars - You should probably read this first

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

Clever as the devil and twice as pretty.
-Holly Black

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs,…

A/N: For people who read my J JK fic, I’m sorry, you’ll recognize one part - I just really wanted it here. None of these pictures are mine - credits to the owners.

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[Lauren trying to scare Ally on Halloween]

Lauren: Ally! I hit someone with my car! I think it might have been a kid. I don’t know. They weren’t wearing reflective clothing. I-I-I panicked and I drove right back home.

Ally: Are there any pieces stuck in the grill?

Lauren: What?

Ally: Hair, clothes, skin? Shoes stuck in the wheel well? We’ve got to make sure the car is clean. Strip down, I will burn your clothes in the car port while you shower.

Ally: Impact blood travels, so you’ve got to scrub your bellybutton, armpits, legpits, inside your eyelids.. everywhere.

Lauren: ..Okay, I get it—

Ally: Keys! I need your keys. I’ll run the car into a tree to cover up any dents this kid may have caused. Better, I’ll slam the brakes and let the car behind bump me into it so we don’t have a knock on our insurance.

Lauren:

Ally: Next hurricane, I’ll chop down the tree in case any flesh transferred to the bark.

Ally: We never speak of this again. I love you.

anonymous asked:

Hi love💕 can you please do an imagine where y/n is super hard to get but Harry feels determined to get her and at the end he ends up doing it but after having to convince her. Thanks babe.😊

I tweaked that just a tad! x

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You were a friend of Glenne; even had a part in setting her and Jeff together.

“Tonight is the night we finally find you a man.” Glenne said, looking at you as you put on your earrings.

You rolled your eyes, “How many times do we have to talk about this?”

“For as long as you actually get a man.” Glenne raised her eyebrow.

“I’m going with the flow, G. I’m not going to force myself into a relationship. You know how I like things,” You popped your lips, looking at your lipstick before turning to look at Glenne, “Nice and slow.”

“You look hot.” Glenne grinned, looking at you. You had an off shoulder beige crop flowy top, black high waisted skinny jeans, burgundy chelsea boots and your hair is up in straight ponytail. Your make up was light but you had an eye catching burgundy lipstick along with your gold hoop earrings.

Your grin matched hers as you glanced at the mirror one more time before you and Glenne got out of your house and drove to Jeff’s, where he was throwing a small get-together for his close friends and a few of his crew.

“I’m telling you, you and Harry would make a really hot couple.” Glenne said.

You groaned, “What’s it with you and talking to me about him all the time?” You parked, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“You’re my best friend. I want the best for you and Harry is exactly that.” Glenne said as you both walked towards the door, Glenne unlocking it with her key.
You were met with laughter of people and chatter and the smell of colognes.

“Finally!” Jeff grinned, walking towards you and Glenne, greeting her with a kiss on the lips before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “Finally took a day off to see us?” Jeff teased you with a roll of his eyes as you all walked towards the others who were sat in the living room.

“I figured I’d let you have the fun of seeing me.” You joked.

“Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the next big businesswoman who spends her single life working and traveling.” Jeff said as you chuckled, waving at those who sat.

Your eyes lingered on floral pants, traveling to see who wore them, smiling when you saw that it was the one and only person Jeff and Glenne have been trying to set you up with; Harry Styles.

Harry’s eyes lingered on you, an intrigued smile on his face as he stood, approaching you and offering his hand, “Harry.” He spoke, his eyes not leaving yours. You put your hand in his, shaking it.

“Y/N.”

After greeting everyone else, you all sat, chatting about everything and anything. You were sitting on the couch opposite to Harry, who would grin whenever he said something that made you laugh.
“Y/N, could you be a darling and empty more snacks in bowls from the kitchen?” Glenne asked, batting her eyelashes at you.

You nodded, standing up, “Right pantry?”

“They’re on the counter.” Jeff answered, “Harry, can you help her? They’re a lot for just one person.”

You glared at the couple when you understood what they were after before smiling slightly, looking at Harry who gestured for you to walk in front of him.
You both walked towards the kitchen, Harry supporting a dimpled smile when he noticed your chelsea boots, glancing at his own for a moment.

“I’ll get the bowls, why don’t you open the bag?” You suggested. Harry nodded.

“I like the boots.” Harry said as you put the bowls in front of him.

You smiled, looking at them before looking at his, “I like yours, too. Wait, I think I saw a tweet the other day of your glittery gold ones?”

Harry nodded, “I have an obsession.”

No way! Me too,“ You chuckled, “Jeff got me these rainbow ones last month.”

“These were for you?” Harry gasped, “I helped him choose them.” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought of you wearing something he chose.

“I love them.” You giggled, “We need to get those outside.” You held two bowls in your arms. You smirked at him before walking outside. Harry smiled to himself with a shake of his head before holding the other bowls in his arms and following you.

For the rest of the night, you noticed it; Harry trying to impress you and if not, he would be glancing at you. You caught him two times biting his lip before looking the other way with a dimpled smile once he noticed that you caught him. You looked at your phone’s clock, seeing it was 12 am.
You stood up, “Well, I gotta go. It’s midnight already and you guys know I’m not a fan of driving this late.” You looked at Jeff and Glenne.

“Aw, the night is just starting. We can give you a ride home.” Jeff said.

“Wait, Harry lives close to you.” Glenne said, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a ride?” She looked at Harry with a sly grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I definitely wouldn’t.” He smiled, looking up at you.

“You looked from Jeff and Glenne to Harry before feigning a yawn, "It’s okay. I’m feeling sleepy anyway. Harry can enjoy the rest of the night.”

At this, Harry, too, yawned. “I might be getting a tad sleepy too. Come on. Goodnight, everyone.” Harry waved as he stood up, standing beside you. You looked at him in surprise before saying goodbye to everyone and walking towards the door with Harry following you.

With a smirk and a confident expression, you unlocked your car. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

You opened your car door, getting inside. “Goodnight, Styles.” You closed the door, blew him a kiss before driving off, leaving a very flustered Harry behind.

Harry entered the house again, “She didn’t even give me her number.” He frowned to Jeff and Glenne.

“Y/N…” They both said in unison.

The next day, you woke up and was scrolling through your phone, tapping on the new follower request on instagram. Your eyes immediately fell on the light blue check mark before you saw his name; harrystyles.
With a smile and a giddy feeling, you accepted his request.
It was a total coincidence for Harry. He was checking to see if you had accepted his request, meeting your profile loading pictures instead. He smiled, scrolling through your posts.
he smiled when he saw a picture of you and and a puppy, wanting to scroll down but instead, he double tapped.

“Shit!” He checked when the picture was posted, his eyes widening when he saw that it was a year ago. “Shit! Fuck!” It was too late to unlike it now, if you had the notifications appearing in the newsfeed, he already had looked like a creep.
That night, as he was having a drink with Mitch, he held his phone, debating whether or not he should send you a direct message.
He did.

‘Hi :) x’

15 minutes later, you replied back.

‘Hi, you. :)’

Harry frowned at the lack of x’s. Maybe you just didn’t use them.

'I’ll be straightforward. I want to see you again. Is that fine? x’

You replied minutes later,

I might be busy this whole week’

Harry cursed under his breath,

'Next week? :) x’

You replied,

'Sure. :) x’

He smiled at the x.

'Here’s my number ***-****. Text me whenever you’re free. x’

He waited for a reply, supporting a frown when he didn’t receive one until he was in bed, ready to sleep.

'Will do. x’

The week couldn’t have been going any slower. Harry would watch all your instagram stories, smiling to himself or showing your selfie to whoever was beside him. But you didn’t text him and he was beginning to worry if you ever were going to. Not to brag but if any other girl, they’d be kissing right now yet here he is, not even having your number.

It was exactly 13 days after your instagram texts when he found an unknown number calling him. He answered, “Hello?”

“I’m free tonight. Are you?” You said just as he answered.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he smiled, “Y/N?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m free. Uh, when?”

“7?”

He smiled, nodding to himself. “7 it is. Text me your address so I can pick you up.”

“Will do, Styles. Casual or dressy?” You asked.

“Casual.” He answered although he, for one, had no idea where was he taking you yet.

“Got it. See you later, Styles.” He could hear the smirk in your voice before you hung up. He fist bumped the air before rushing to his room, opening his closet while different places floated in his head.

I’m his favorite black chelsea boots, black wife legged pants that had floral design at the end of it and a red shirt tucked inside loosely with a few buttons undone, Harry drove towards your address, finding that you really lived close to him.
He walked towards your door, clearing his throat and straightened his shirt and pants before he rang the doorbell.

After the second ring, he was met with you; clad in an outfit similar to his only your black wide legged pants were plain and you had a blue shirt that was also loosely tucked inside, brown chelsea boots on your feet. You both looked at each other’s outfits before bursting out laughing.

“You stole my look!” You laughed, closing the door behind you.

“You definitely stole mine, love.” Harry laughed, shaking his head.

“Now we’re going to look like we’re matching.” You joked, walking beside him towards his car.

“We are.” He bumped his hip with yours with a smile before opening the door for you.

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked after buckling your seatbelt, looking at him.

“Should I keep it as a surprise?” Harry asked you, turning the ignition on.

You nodded excitedly, slumping in your seat.

He took you to a bowling alley where you crushed his ass then to a small pub owned by a family with karaoke.

You laughed as Harry’s cheeks were pink and his eyes glaring at you jokingly. “I’m never letting you choose me a song. How was I supposed to sing Despacito?”

You laughed, holding your stomach as you had tears in your eyes. “I recorded it!”

“No!”

Later that night, when Harry drove you home and walked you to your door, he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down nervously. “I had fun tonight.” He said.

You smiled, “I mean, you were alright.” You joked.

Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes looking at you with worry, “You didn’t like it?”

“I’m just joking,” You giggled. You unlocked the door before standing against it.
“Does that mean I won a second date?” Harry smirked, taking closer steps towards you.

“Wait, tonight was a date?” You asked, almost laughing at Harry whose face fell. “Don’t go fainting on me now. I’m just joking, again.” You giggled.

Harry groaned but smiled, “Stop that.”

“But yes, you won yourself a second date,” You smiled before looking at him with a serious face, “Or did you?” and with that, you got inside, closing the door behind you as you were a giggling mess. You looked at Harry discreetly as he, again, looked flustered.

“She’s going to kill me.” Harry said once Glenne picked up the phone as he drove back home.

The next following days and weeks, you were getting pampered by Harry. When you woke up one day to a Gucci box on your doormat, attached to it an envelope, you were gobsmacked. Inside the box were a pair of customized Chelsea boots that had 3 little daisy flowers on each side, a card that said that they were customized just for you. When you teared open the envelope, you couldn’t contain the grin on your face.

'I saw daisies the other day and thought of you. Also thought of Chelsea boots (I always am). So this happened. I hope you like them. xx -Harry’

You rushed to call him, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. “Yellow?” He answered.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed.

“You got the gift?” Harry asked in a happy time.

“I did. But why? Why get me anything in the first place?”

“Because I want to. Also, figured they’d make you happy and guessing from this phone call, you are.” He replied.

“I am.” You giggled.

“Why don’t you put them on on your next date? Tomorrow? Breakfast? You, me, together.” He said nervously.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

“Great! Wonderful! I’ll pick you up, text me the time, yeah?”

After you hung up and you squealed to yourself, you were already running towards your room to put your outfit together for the following day.
After falling asleep with a smile on both of your faces and getting ready, Harry stood inside your house as you put on your new boots.

“Ow did you even know my size?” You asked.

“Glenne.” Harry replied, opening the door for you and watching as you locked it behind you before you both walked towards his car.

“Of course.” You chuckled.
a
After arriving to a coffee shop nearby, you and Harry sat down after having your drinks and donuts, beginning to talk about everything.

“So, you like traveling?” Harry asked.

“Love.” You corrected with a smile.

“Do you travel alone?”

You nodded, “Sometimes a friend or some join but I’m mostly alone when I do.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely sometimes?” Harry asked, fiddling with his straw.

You shrugged, “Sometimes it does.”

“Well maybe we should travel together.” Harry suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Maybe we should.”

//

It was the after your fourth date that you and Harry finally kissed. It was the cliché moment of a kiss goodnight on your doorstep, teenage blushes and grins after you pulled away.
It was the sixth date when Harry asked you the question;

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He shouted over the music as you both stood in a local underground band’s concert.

You stopped midway dancing, a grin on your face as you looked at him. “What?” You shouted.

“I asked you,” He shouted, smiling down at you, “Would you be my girlfriend? Save me some energy?” He grinned teasingly.

You nodded, pressing your lips on his, his hands holding your waist tightly.

“Finally. You drove me crazy, woman.” He said against your lips before attaching your lips together again.

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I’m sorry for any typos, I’m on my phone and I’m sleepy and my phone’s screen is cracked lmao. Love you & hope you liked it! x

I Fuckin' Mean It.  (Carl Fluff)

Imagine: Babysitting Liam a year after Carl broke your heart the year before.. It’s hard enough to avoid him, as your neighbor. It’s only for a few hours right?

Note: I’m new to this!

Y/N was nestled on her porch swing, Her knees with drawn inwards as she swayed. It was uncharacteristically cool for the middle of summer. She was hellbent on enjoying every bit of it. She was halfway through The Great Gatsby, with no real plans for today.

“Fuck!” Fiona growled from across the street. She hastily snapped her phone shut before running a tense hand through her tangle of curls.

Y/N was no stranger to the notorious Gallagher clan. She had a fling with Carl shortly after she arrived to the neighborhood. It was short lived, as most young relationships tended to go.

Underneath it all, Carl was sweet. He’s the type of person that required a second look. They’d sneak out and sit in the van. His face would be inches from hers as they talked.He’d lazily throw an arm around her thick waist to yank her closer. She’d squeal at his sudden display of strength. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he’d growl in her ear. He liked all the things she tended to hate about herself. Carl made her feel like she could glow from the inside out.

But Carl was equal amounts of light and dark. When he was thrown in Juvie, she assumed they’d pass the year with notes and visits. Her young heart was overflowing with nothing but hope. Reality hit hard with his one and only letter to her. A wrinkled scrap of paper hastily shoved in an envelope.

“Don’t write. Don’t visit.”

Needless to say, Y/N was crushed. Carl wasn’t the boy that brought a hot blush to her cheeks anymore. He was another South Side boy consumed with greed and the need to prove himself.

It wasn’t easy to avoid him, when he got out early. She remained on good terms with his family. Whenever he came into proximity, she was out of there, like a shot. Especially with Dom right on her hip. Still, as she turned to go his eyes followed her anyways. It made her skin crawl. The last think Y/N wanted, was pity from Carl Gallagher.

Fiona’s voice roke her out of her daze. “Hey! Y/N!” She said jobbing over. “You busy?” She asked, nearly breathless.

“Naw,” Y/N said snapping her book shut.

“Uh, Ian really flaked out on me. He was SUPPOSED to watch Liam. He’s not answering his phone. I really gotta get to work. My boss is gonna have my ass if I’m late. You mind watching him? I’ll give ya ten bucks. Someone should be back soon. 2-3 hours. Max!” Fiona’s voice was filled with desperation.

Y/N chewed on her lip and nodded. She wanted to say no. She really did. Despite lingering embarrassment, she knew missing work was rarely an option when you’re poor.

Fiona groaned with relief and grabbed Y/N’s hand, tugging her forward. She rattled off the do’s and don’ts of babysitting Liam as the made their way across the street. Rules, she was vaguely familiar with. THe door slammed behind them as YN’s eyes fell on Liam. “Y/N!” He yelled before clinging himself to her legs. “Hi Buddy,” she grinned before picking him up for a hug. “You’ve gotten so big!”

Fiona glanced up before fishing a ten out of her purse and pressing it into Y/N’s palm. “You be good okay?” She kissed Liam’s cheek with an audible smack. He giggled and held Y/N closer.

“Stuff for spaghetti is in the fridge if he get’s hungry,” said as she slung her purse over her shoulder. “Thank you!” The door’s slam rang out through the oddly quiet house.

“What now?” Y/N said before ticking Liam’s hip. “Trucks!” He cried matter o’ factually. She set him square on his feet and nodded. “Alright than! Trucks it is.” He scurried around the living-room floor, collecting Hotwheels in his tiny hands.It’s been awhile, but not much had changed. Still cluttered. Still homey.

“Here!” He said thrusting a fist full of cards towards her. She sank down to the floor and followed Liam’s lead. The thing about playing cards is, explosions are a must. Or at least that’s what he had spent the last hour teaching her.  “Oh no!” She gasped. She feigned screeching sounds before pushing her car towards his. “Boom,” he giggled before running his car into hers. She sighed dramatically. “Ya got me again!” He gave her car an extra bump for good measure.

“Ya hungry bud?”

“Mhmm,” he mumbled absentmindedly.

She padded into the kitchen, poking around. She pulled a big pot out of the cupboard and filled it with water. She quickly chopped up peppers and onions before throwing it all in with the sizzling hamburger. Between the hum of the kitchen and the occasional noise from the living-room, she grew content.

“Hmm,” she mumbled as she sprinkled salt and pepper into the frying mixture.

Liam crept into the kitchen with a small pail of Legos. He He quickly got to work snapping the toy bricks together. “Oooh! Cool!” she said glancing at his newest creation. She snapped the jar of sauce open and poured it into the . She almost didn’t hear the door slam. Almost.

“Ian?”

“Nope. Wrong Gallagher,” a familiar voice called out.

Fuck.

“Please be Lip. Please be Lip,” she mouthed silently. Her muscles instantly tightened as tension racked her entire body. She gave the sauce another stir before putting it on simmer.

“Uh, hey? What’re you doing here?”

Y/N tapped the spoon on the edge of the pan, shaking off the dripping sauce. “Um,” she stammered as she turned around. “Fiona had to go to work. Ian didn’t show up. So she asked me to watch him.”

They stood in silence awkwardly observing each other. Gone were the cornrows and baggy clothes. He was taller than last year. Arms had the promise of muscle from under his work shirt. He stared at her from under furrowed brows. She’d changed from the year before. He had a flash to the pudgy girl he’d sneak into the van to see. How good it felt to hold her. Kiss her. Naturally, he glanced at her chest. Shifting downwards he could make out the curve of her hips from underneath that sundress. Her curves, her curves, her curves. Even the thought of them caused  a lump in his throat. A mixture of guilt and lust.

“So…The spaghetti’s nearly done,” she said with a slight tremble. That’s somethign carle secretly liked. Her vulnerability. Not many South Side kids got away with that.

He nodded and sat next to Liam, feigning interest in his Legos.  He kept stealing glances at Y/N. The tension was thick in the air, but Liam was oblivious as he happily played.

“Need any help?”

“Naw,” she shook her head before pouring the noodles into the strainer.

“Smells good. I didn’t know you could cook,” he mumbled into dead air.

She chuckled and shook the strainer. Droplets of steaming water feel freely. “Yeah. Well, I’m a lady of many talents,” Y/N joked shyly.

“Look,” Liam said as he raised a mangled clump of Legos up.

“Speaking of talent!” She gasped. “Liam, you’re so good at building things,” she said warmly as she enfolded him into a quick hug. Carle missed the warmth in Y/N’s voice. The way she’d coo and purr in his ear, making him feel like the only man on the earth. “Fuck,” he thought bitterly. “I’m so fucking stupid.” He tried so harm to be what Dominique needed. Somehow he always came up short.

“Here ya go, Bud,” she said brushing his toys aside. She placed a bowl of pasta in front of Liam.

“Well,” she said straightening up. “I’ll leave you to it. Food’s ready if you’re hungry.”

“You’re going?”

“Mhmm.”

She wiped her hands on a spare dish rag before tossing it onto the counter. “Well, she did say until one of you showed up.”

“You don’t have to go, Y/N. C’mon. Stay. Eat with us. Right Liam? You want her to stay, don’t you?”

Liam nodded, a mouth full of noodles.

She shook her head sadly before making a break for the door. Unfortunately, Carl was fast.

“Y/N,” he said as he caught her in the wrist by the living room. “C’mon. Stay. Please,” he begged.

She twisted her wrist out of his grip and turned her head away.
“Why?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ve missed you.”

She snorted indignantly. “You’ve looked okay to me,” she said sitting on the arm of the couch.

“I fucked up. I know that. You know that. Okay? I’ve just-I’ve missed you,” he growled as he hastily sank down into the arm chair.

“If fucked up means writing that pussy letter. I’d say yeah, you did.”

“I was facing a year. I-I thought it’d be easier,” he said quietly.

Her lip quivered slightly before she blinked away the tears threatening to fall. She focused her attention to fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“I’m glad it was easy for you, Carl. I figured it was a typical Gallagher move. Ya know? Pushing away anyone that could care. Really care. But-But you couldn’t even give me the time of day when you got out,” she said coldy.

“It’s not like you’ve been around Y/N. “GOD!” He groaned. “Anytime I get near you, you’re fuckin’ outta there.”

“Well, you got your wish Carl. You can’t have it both ways,” She hissed. “Expect me to come up to you and Dom? ‘Excuse me, can I talk to your boyfriend for a sec?’“ She mocked spitefully.

He’d never seen her mad before. Truth be told, he couldn’t decide whether her wanted to yell at her, or kiss her. Underneath layers of sweetness, she was fiery.

“Want did you want me to say? ‘Hey, I know you don’t want me but I’m in lo-’” She stopped short, realizing what threatened to spill out of her mouth.

Carl shoved himself out of the chair and slowly walked towards her. He stopped and positioned himself right in front of her. “Finish the sentence,” he urged as he stared down at her. His fingers lightly brushed above her knees, sending electricity throughout her body. She shook her head and sighed. “This is stupid,” she laughed. “Because if you think for one minute that-”

She was cut off by the familiar sensation of Carl’s lips against her own. He lifted her legs, urging them around his waist as he leaned down to deepen the kiss. Y/N melted completely into the sensation, grabbing a fist full of his wavy locks. She gasped as he pressed a firm kiss to her neck. She instinctively tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He gently nipped at her favorite spot. Right below her ear. The place only he knew about.

“Mmm, wait,” she purred. “Liam,” she said motioning to the kitchen.

“I thought about you the whole time, ya know.”

Her hands crept around his neck, as she looked up at him contently.

“In juvie, he continued. “Wondering if you were okay. I missed you. Now, I could give you a million bullshit excuses. But I just… I fucked up. And all I can say is, I’m sorry.”

She chewed on the corner of her lip as he considered his apology. He tilted her chin up as he went in for a kiss.

“Hey,” he whispered against her lips. “I mean it okay? Fuckin’ stupid to let you go.” He placed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. He traveled to her neck as he planted smaller ones along the way. Y/N’s breath hitched she felt his hot breath in her ear. “I ain’t even making that mistake again. I love you.”

I dont even know your name

Pairing: Tom holland x reader

Summary: Inspired by the song I don’t even know your name by Shawn Mendes (x). In which Tom meets a cute fan and falls for her, but she is gone before he even realises it.

word count: 1609

Masterlist

Tom was tired. All he wanted was to go to starbucks, get some tea and then get back to his place and rest a little before work, however things were not going as planned. He had arrived next to Harrison, however after a couple minutes there, he realised people were staring.

The Spiderman movie wasn’t out until next week, however many people seemed to recognize him as they approached him for photos. It was always nice meeting fans, but it had gotten crazy.

According to Harrison someone had posted a photo with him on twitter and suddenly a huge crowd was outside the cafe, hoping to get a photo with Tom.

He decided it was probably better to just get over with the drama and get outside, after all, he was nothing without his fans. He stepped out of Starbucks, greeting everyone as they approached him, screaming for his attention. He got a couple photos done before he tried to head towards his car, bumping accidentally into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry I wasn’t looking”

“Don’t worry abo- Oh my god! You’re Spiderman! I mean- Peter- wait no- Tom holland!”

The girl in front of him had turned completely red and stumbled upon her own words, trying to make a complete sentence without making a fool of herself, obviously failing. She was a couple inches shorter/taller than him and had this big expressive eyes, that were a thousand times bigger than usual as Y/n could not believe who was in front of her.

She had just gone for a coffee and to walk out her dog, but as she got closer she wondered why there was a big fuss. Now she knew why.

“The one and only”

“And you’re Harrison!”

“Ohh! You recognized him!”

“Who wouldn’t? He follows you everywhere”

Both guys laughed as Harrison noticed her little dog

“Your dog is really cute! Tom loves dogs”

“Do you?”

“I mean- yes, my dog Tessa is like my best friend”

“Hey!”

Harrison now was acting offended by the comment, he was supposed to be the best friend. As he got his offended act going on he realised Tom was acting very strange, maybe a little nervous. Meanwhile Y/n girl had gotten a lot more relaxed, and was starting to act as her normal self.

Tom felt really comfortable with this girl, however she was so beautiful he felt his heart speed up and his cheeks warm up every time she looked at him. Harrison decided to step in a little and help Tom out, seeing as he was into the girl.

“Sooo, who’s your favorite superhero?”

“Obviously Captain America”

“I knew it- Wait what? Why him?”

Both boys had expected her to say Spidernam, however Tom was the most surprised to hear her answer. He had hoped she would be into him.

“Why not me?”

“Your movie isn’t even out yet! How am I supposed to know if I like it? Besides, Chris Evans? Yes please”

Both Harrison and the girl laughed at the expression on Tom’s face.

“She’s got a point mate- You’ve got nothing on Chris Evans”

The three of them laughed now. The girl was very nervous to ask for a photo, maybe he was in a rush? but she still didn’t wanted to lose her chance. She decided to just ask for it.

“I know you’re probably in a hurry, but could we take a picture?”

“Sure, give Harrison your phone, he’ll take it”

She handed Harrison her phone as she posed beside Tom. She had just expected a friendly photo, maybe a little shoulder touching, however Tom had hold onto her waist and brought her closer to him, giving her a side hug and another from behind for different photos.

“There you go, so, who’s your favorite superhero now?

“Still Captain America” The girl continued talking, seeing as Tom was about to protest again. “But, you come in a close second, maybe after the movie my ratings will change”

“I like the sound of that”

Harrison was getting a little impatient by Tom’s attitude. Why didn’t he just asked for his number? They were both into each other, God, he was a celebrity! He could have any girl he wanted! He decided to help, once again, to try to maybe get heer social media.

“How about I take a photo with Tom’s phone? He could post it and maybe tag you in-”

Harrison was interrupted as a group of giggly girls approached them, surrounding Tom and asking for photos, leaving Y/n outside the circle they made around the boys.

“It was nice meeting you!”

Y/n tried to get her voice above all the noise, however it was pointless. She didn’t want to feel down, however she couldn’t help it. What was she expecting? for them to become friends? He was just being polite. She decided to just head back home and maybe stare at her photos for a while.

Tom and Harrison were surrounded by a group of people trying to get their attention, however Tom wanted to find the girl desperately.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know! I can’t see her!”

The crowd demanded their attention once more, getting them out of their thoughts. They spend the next 40 minutes taking pictures and talking to fans, until they finally made it to Tom´s car and drove away.

“Man I can’t believe I lost her- Did she just left?”

“I didn’t saw”

“How am I supposed to find her now? Did you see her? She was the perfect girl for me Harrison!”

The other boy rolled his eyes as he listened to his friend comments. Sure, she was really pretty, but why was Tom so into her? He’d never seen him act that way for anyone.

“I’m serious Harrison! She was the perfect girl! Not only is she insanely beautiful, but she is like, sarcastic, and funny and God!She likes dogs! We would be perfect together!”

“If you liked her so much why don’t you just tweet out her name? and like today’s scene? maybe she would see it and message you”

It suddenly hit Tom. He didn’t knew who she was. He had been so blown away by her that he didn’t even thought of asking for her number, let alone her name. He just felt like they new each other from long ago, asking for her name didn’t even cross his mind.

“I don’t even know her name”

“You’re like, the most stupid person I know!”

“Now I won’t ever find her”

The day kept going on as normal as always. He had some shooting left for a new movie. They were supposed to shot a couple blocks from Starbucks, so they headed there.

Tom did some of his scenes, however he kept redoing them. He knew he wasn’t bringing his A game today, but he kept getting distracted. He felt very confused; he knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t stop thinking about that girl.

She had just felt so refreshing. She didn’t try to impress him, or flatter him, she had just been herself. She looked a little nervous and flushed, however it just made her more beautiful to his eyes. She had worn a cute dress and her hair down, still he kept going back to the way her smile made his heart jump, especially as he had hold her in his arms. A perfect fit.

He tried to push away those thoughts as he prepared or another scene. He got outside his trailer and into the street they were shooting when he saw her.

She was giving him her back, and was heading in an opposite direction, however she was wearing the same sundress as earlier. He couldn’t keep his eyes apart from her, not even when the director called for his attention.

He had lost his chance once, he would not do it again. He got on his feet and started running towards her, trying his hardest to get to her. He speed up, losing his breath, but he was just so close.

“Wait!”

Tom screamed trying to get the girl’s attention, succeeding. She looked at him, taken back by the sound, however it was not who Tom expected.

She was not who he was looking for, it wasn’t the girl he had  been daydreaming since the morning.

“Sorry-I just- I thought you were someone else.”

Tom got back to filming and went straight to his home afterwards. He needed to be alone.

He had been so hopeful that it was her, however he was defeated. He didn’t want to think about her any longer, but every girl he looked at he could just see her bright smile and big eyes. He wanted, he needed to hold her once again, and maybe tell her how good it had felt.

But he couldn’t. He didn’t knew who she was, or where to find her, and even if he did, she’d probably think he was a creeper! He was starting to sound like one. But he didn’t care. Not as long as he didn’t had her.

She had just come and punched a hole right through his heart. If he didn’t believe in love at first sight before, he did now.

Probably what hurts the most was, that she wouldn’t even know how he felt, how much she had affected him. She would never know, and all because he didn’t knew her name.

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Favorite Whump Tropes

hello friends! to celebrate the 815 followers that this little blog now has (whaaaa?!! thank you all so much!), i’ve decided to put together a list of some of my favorite whump tropes and situations. you know. for reference. ;) what are some of your favorite whump-y moments? i’d definitely love to know! 

now… let the fun begin! 

  • hiding potentially fatal injuries (if untreated) to avoid distracting their friends from the task at hand
  • pale skin, dark shadows under their eyes, lines of pain around their mouth, shaking hands, hunched shoulders, raspy breathing, blood staining the fabric of their (dark) clothes, sweat beading on their forehead
  • stumbling and staggering along (especially when it’s the leader of the group, so the entire team of friends can see and exchange worried glances behind their back) 
  • hands on their elbows to steady them when they threaten to topple over
  • the almost asked “are you okay” or “do you need help” 
  • worried glances, obviously conflicted about whether to confront them about the obvious signs of injury or to hover nearby, awaiting the inevitable 
  • when they finally collapse – whether it’s planned, slumping casually to the ground to “rest”, legs uncoordinated and trembling, their back against a tree, eyes slipping shut in exhaustion and pain and finding themselves unable to get back up, collapsing with a cry of pain when it’s attempted – or if it’s sudden and unexpected, the staggering getting worse as they walk, hands reaching for the wall, an obliging tree, or a friendly shoulder, the murmur of a name on their lips right before their eyes roll back in their head, legs folding underneath them
  • worried friends desperately running instantly to their side, gripping their shoulders, smacking their (too pale) face or 
  • the "hovering friend” being just close enough to catch them as they crumple, hands on their arms, hands supporting their head as they’re lowered gently to the ground
  • “wake up! hey, don’t do this to me. stay with me, you hear me?” 
  • “stay with me!” and “don’t do this to me!” in general

    (i just realized i kind of wrote a story there… heh. give me a show (i’m familiar with) to write it for, and i’ll do it. ;))

  • “i’m okay, don’t worry about me. we need to focus on —-” (especially if it’s a person that needs rescued, helped, found, etc)
  • hands holding them down, hands smoothing back hair, whispered nothings
  • “hey, hey, it’s okay, stop trying to move, alright? we have to take care of this before you —”
  • dabbing sweat off a fevered brow, reassuring voices in the midst of delirium
  • trembling (bloodstained) hands scrabbling for the fingers of a friend, the grip turning their knuckles white when it’s finally in their grasp
  • only one person (the best friend, preferably, or the one they were injured protecting, or the one who was with them through the ordeal) being able to calm them in the throes of fever (or drug-induced nightmare) in the aftermath 
  • unexplained weakness and exhaustion, especially due to some supernatural force, side effects or sacrifice (Stiles, Teen Wolf 3b was my whump heaven) 
  • waking up in pain with no accessible medical help or morphine, their eyes fluttering open, gaze flickering weakly, barely able to turn their heads to the worried faces of their friends as they hover nearby
  • “can you hear me? hey, can you hear me?” as their eyes flutter closed
  • muffled screams, hands over mouths, whispered “i’m sorry”s as a friend tries to clean / bind / analyze a wound while preventing them from alerting the enemy / predator to their location 
  • shaking, sweating, in so much pain they can hardly speak
  • pain when they breathe, every breath like molten lava in their chest 
  • winces, shuddering, hitching breaths, gasping for air 
  • “i can’t… breat–i can’t breathe”
  • fast, panting gasps in the aftermath of a painful ordeal
  • fingers going limp, releasing the hand of a friend or slipping off an object they had seized in the midst of their agony 
  • when their focus blurs, breathing fast and shallow, head slumping to the side as they lose consciousness (from pain, blood loss, etc)
  • strangled cries from between gritted teeth, hitched breaths when the injury is inspected, blood soaked clothing pulled away from the crusted wound
  • seizures, bodies arching off hospital beds, frantic fingers trying to hold them down as the bed rails shake with the force of the fit 
  • an oxygen mask being pressed forcefully over their face, the command to “leave it be, you need all the help you can get”
  • the frantic search for a friend, the desperate, determined “they’re alive, i know it, they have to be” 
  • the moment when the lost is found, the choked whisper of their name as they rush to their side, hands lifting their head off the floor, the harried search for injuries
  • the “oh my god. oh my god. hey, we need a medic in here!” shout, desperate, tinged with fear, then the barely disguised tremor in their voice as they turn back to their friend, whispering, commanding, “you’re gonna be okay, you hear me? you’re gonna be fine.”
  • found unconscious (or barely conscious) on the floor and someone sits behind them, physically dragging their head and shoulders into their lap, gentle fingers smoothing the rumpled hair and pale face 
  • arms wrapped around their chest, slow, shuffling movements, the winces of pain as they climb into a vehicle, head pressed against the window, the worried glance of the driver at the hitching breaths as the car hits bumps in the road 

I’m positive that there are more, but this is all I can think of right now; more to come, I’m sure! ;) 

-WG

It’s A Hard Noct Life (Noct x Prompto x Ignis)

So I was writing something else, but then I saw @kaciart‘s piece http://kaciart.tumblr.com/post/163650643813 and had to do the Thing ™. The title was something else, but this felt more appropriate and I’m a terrible person. Also head’s up that there’s blood.


Noct’s crying.

There’s no way Prompto can’t hear the restrained sniffles that escape the tough guise Noctis tries his damndest to keep up as he’s stretched out on his stomach across the Regalia’s backseat. The Advisor isn’t immune to the heart wrenching weeping either, gloved hands grasping the steering wheel so hard that he knows his shaking knuckles must be white beneath bloodied leather.

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