fell run

So canon it hurts :”D

Have you no idea that you’re in deep? 

I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week 

How many secrets can you keep? 

‘Cause there’s this tune I’ve found That makes me think of you somehow 

And I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep

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Back from the void, it’s that great time of the year again, when people have fun and enjoy holydays and I decided that it would be great if I spend that joyfull summer working. At least I have air conditionner, and this is wonderful. Have some alien hunters ~ 

Victory

anonymous asked:

Just think jealous Shawn at a party or something and he's like hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek and making sure that guy that keeps looking at you knows that you are definitely his and like dirty looks and waist grabs and kisses that last a bit longer because Shawn needs to be reassured your into him and ugh

He’s got his arms wrapped around you like it’s got a purpose.

Got his head snuggled into your neck as J Cole plays through his friends house, and as the hard back beat floods through your ears, Shawn joins with the soft feel of his lip. He’s insatiable – has been all night. Couldn’t keep his hands off of you, was always bobbing around like a lost puppy.

At first it was just a slung arm over the shoulder, but now it’s a full blown assault – arms wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder as he sways your intertwined bodies to the music.

You went to comment on it, but when you’d turned to him over your shoulder, he’d sent you a look like he’d been caught – eyes semi wide and smile even wider. Winked – carried on what he was doing (even tightened his arms around your waist and started brushing his lips across your bare neck)

You’re feeling a little second hand embarrassment, public displays of affection isn’t really your thing (especially when you’re mid conversation, chatting about that one time when Jenny fell through a roof running from the cops, it’s interesting, but god dammit Shawn’s distracting you)

It’s only when Shawn’s kisses start to last a little longer, lips linger, fingers slip onto the waistband of your jeans do you comment. The group of people you were talking to has gone – off to get a refill – and it’s just the pair of you, Shawn leaving puckered welts across the shell of your neck.

You lean back a little, reveal in the feel of his desperate kisses before you reach around and run your fingers through the curls at the base of his skull.

He gives you a soft hum of appreciation. “What’re you doing bubs?” You go, letting out a breathy laugh as you close your eyes and sigh into him. He grins against your neck, moving you to the now mellow melody slipping through the speakers – swaying you with his hips and grip at your waist.

“Lovin’ on you” he mumbles in return. You feel him speed up with a hollow groan, mouth suck a little too hard at the shell of your neck and you turn, catching him by surprise when you face him.

He’s got a knitted brow, almost looks like he’s sulking – pretty with his red blushed cheeks and swollen lips. He’s been caught, and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, and you brush your fingers across his jaw just as he flicks his eyes over your shoulder.

He’s consumed in something for a second, the brown in his eyes start to bleed black, jaw clenches and he’s got his arms around your waist again. Shawn’s got you splayed against him in a matter of seconds, hands suddenly pushing up against his shoulders as he looks down at you – under his lashes – with a sly, yet visibly tense, smile on his face.

“Shawn, what the hell?” You comment, still playful, but he knows you’re confused at his sudden show of affection. Instead of answering your question, he licks his lips and looks at yours.

Moving one hand from your waist, he reaches up and brushes his thumb across your cheek. “You okay?” You speak, frowning. He tries to send you a reassuring smile, yet it falters when he checks up on whatever is over your shoulder. Frowning further, you turn and follow his gaze, finding the reason for his frustration and it’s holding a red solo cup and a hungry gaze.

"Will be when that asshole stops staring”

"Probably looking at you babe” you try to joke while stifling a laugh – the guy looks away for a second and tries to focus on the wall just as Shawn snorts. “Don’t think I’m his type”

You glance at your boyfriend who’s all jealous and frustrated, all pursed lips and heated eyes and honestly? It’s not cute anymore – it’s kinda hot, in a fucked up, needy, possessive kind of way you never knew you liked. “No?” You ask him, quirking a brow before turning back to Mr khakis and polo shirt.

"Want me to go ask him?” You then laugh, and Shawn replies with an inward groan and a roll of his eyes. You turn to him with a grin, and he’s a little less tense, his jaws still clenched though – neck veins prominent as he looks over at Mr boat shoes and digital watch.

“I’ll do it-“ he starts, but before he goes and creates a scene, you clasp his cheeks in your hands and get him to face you. His eyes find yours immediately, settling on your features as his cheeks blush and knit in his brow loosens.

Chewing at your lip, you reach up with a soft smile and catch his lips in yours – quickly running your tongue across his bottom lip with a low hum of adoration.

Shawn falls into it seamlessly, mouth moulding into yours as they rock against each other, kiss a languid yet deliciously heated show of your affection.

His hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans and you don’t miss him give your ass a squeeze, holding the cheeks firm in his wide palms as he chuckles lowly.

“Mine” is all he says, and you don’t even give him a reply because you’re lost in it, in the way he sucks at the tip of your tongue before groaning – low and deep. You only nod desperately, let him be a little dominant because he needs it, needs to be reassured that you’re his and he yours.

You don’t miss him glance out across at Mr body spray and hair gel mid kiss, eyes squinted – dirty – and you run your hands around the back of his head before tugging at his curls. He comes back to you with a smug smile and as you bask in his proud nature, he bumps his lips against yours.

"I’m into you and only you” you whisper, and he nods – knowing it’s true, just can’t help the fleeting thoughts of your inevitable exit.

Just as the song changes, Shawn kisses your lips again and sighs, whispering “My girl” against your lips before he starts to sway you to the different tune with a smug grin plastered on his plump lips.

Fairies, Fairies, Fairies ✨❤

GUESS IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Run, run, lost boy” they say to me,
“Away from all of reality”

- Lost Boy, Ruth B

BI DADS IN LOVE

Bad Match- Part 8/?

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 4.5k+ ( Oh, yes!)

Warnings: angst, fighting, swearing, fluffy, slow burn.

A/N: I’m sorry because Part 9 can take a little long to be posted. I haven’t even started writing it and I won’t have any time to do it this week. Things are warming up though! Thank you for having my back @imhereforbvcky

Feedback? Please!!!!

 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 

You woke up feeling a nice warmth coating your face. Yet, there was also a coolness around your back contrasting the heat.  The bright light brought by the sun above you made you squint your eyes as soon as you opened them, but you were able to realize you were still on the rooftop.  Your legs were curled up on the soft cushion of the sofa and your upper-body was resting on a broad structure, which you found to be Bucky’s chest. He was still asleep, leaning back with his head on the sofa’s arm, both legs at your sides, one falling to the floor, the other straightened in front of him on the cushion, flesh hand behind his head, left arm holding you securely against him.

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I’m absolutely terrified of posting this, but here is a link to the first writing I’ve publicly shared in over two years. 

a short one shot from ChurchTale- the official name of my ‘Fell bros run a motorcycle shop/Kedgeup project.