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anonymous asked:

nurseydex hc where dex finds nursey's poetry?

Dex was not raised in a barn. He has manners. He has respect. He has a general sense of right and wrong. He says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘excuse me.’ He gives up his seat on the bus for elderly people. He holds the door open for people behind him. He doesn’t steal or cheat, and he tries not to lie. And he knows it’s not okay to read someone’s work unless they want you to. He wasn’t one of the kids who always tried to read his classmates’ personal essays in class. He never pushes his friends to share the things they’re working on. Heck, he grew up living in the same room as his older brother, who definitely kept a journal under his mattress, and never even considered touching it.

So he knows Nursey’s poetry is off limits. It’s tempting, sure, to peek at the words Nursey spends hours and hours pouring over, scribbling down and scratching out and erasing and rewriting until his fingers cramp up. He doesn’t look, though. If Nursey wants to share his poetry with Dex he will. Dex doesn’t have the right to go snooping for it.

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anonymous asked:

Oooooh how about NHL Chowder? Or really NHL anybody that isn't Jack. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

“I can’t do this,” Chris says, his forehead pressed into the cool wood of the table in the hotel room. “Oh my God. I can’t do this.”

“Chris.” Long fingers press into his hair, and he picks his head up in time to see Derek sit down across from him. He holds both his hands out and makes a c’mon gesture with them, and Chris takes both of them, squeezing hard and then dropping his head to inhale the smell of Derek’s skin, still fresh and clean from his post-game shower.

God. The game. The game that they won. They won the Frozen fucking Four, and Chris only let one goal in the whole time, practically a fucking shutout, and that was why–

He sucks in a breath.

“Hey.” Chris makes himself look up. Derek’s watching him calmly–not with his chill face, because Chris knows that one’s totally fake, but actually calmly, gently. When Chris meets his eyes, he smiles. Chris smiles back, a little. He likes soft Derek. “Lemme in that brain of yours, Chow.”

“I just…” Chris swallows, motioning down at the papers in front of him, a little helpless. “I just–things? Like, things. I’m having…I’m having feelings. Like, a lot of feelings.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” he says. He nods toward the papers. “Can I look, or…”

Chris shakes his head. He’s not ready to show him yet. “Um. I need to hold your hands right now.”

“Okay.” Derek squeezes his hands. He’s quiet for a moment, and then says, “So, not the Sharks, then?”

“Not the Sharks.”

Derek nods slowly, then tilts his head to one side. His hair’s grown out a little–thanks, playoffs–and it makes his curls flop with the motion. “Gonna make me guess?”

“The Schooners,” Chris says. He hesitates. “And the Rangers.”

He sees the moment it clicks for Derek. “Oh,” he says. And then, “Oh,” again, softer, gentler, almost to himself.

Because Derek’s going back to New York for grad school, and Cait’s job search is wide open right now, but she’s been looking at tech firms in Manhattan, and it’s not like Derek doesn’t know Chris has been looking at diamonds online for months, but what Derek actually doesn’t know is that he’s been looking at wider, more masculine bands, too, because it’s not just him and Cait anymore, hasn’t been for a long time, and–

“C,” Derek says, carefully, “You shouldn’t make your call based on–I mean, you–” He takes a breath, squeezes Chris’s hands, and then says, “Lemme back up. What’s freaking you out?”

“All the things?” Chris guesses. He sighs. “Like, it’s real? I mean, it was always the dream, but now it’s like–it’s real. Going pro, it’s an option, teams want me, teams are actually looking at me and trying to get me to sign with them, and I just–I don’t know how to–It just feels big, you know?”

Derek nods. He strokes the pads of his thumbs over the backs of Chris’s knuckles. It’s probably an absent motion, but it’s soft, soothing. Chris relaxes a little. “You know you deserve it,” he says softly. “Right? You’re the fucking league, Chowder. You deserve everything.”

“But–” Chris swallows. “But what if I fuck up?”

This is the insecurity he never lets his parents see, because he has to show them that hockey can be a Real Thing, that his computer science degree is just a backup. He’ll show Caitlyn, and he knows she’d never, ever judge him, but she doesn’t get it, either–she loves him so much, but she just doesn’t really understand the pressure, the need to be not just good but better, because good enough is never enough.

But Derek–Derek gets it. Derek knows. He squeezes his hand. “Then you do your fucking best,” he says. “And if they cut you, you come move in with me, and you can live off my generous trust fund as my live-in kept boy.”

It’s such an unexpected response that it startles a laugh out of him. “Derek, what the fuck,” Chris says, but he sniffles and laughs and lets go of one of Derek’s hands and wipes his eyes. “I was being serious.”

“So was I,” Derek says, grinning. He leans across the table and kisses Chris’s cheek, way up on the corner of his cheekbone, almost at the edge of his eye. It’s his favorite spot. “Got your back doesn’t end when we leave Samwell,” he says, sitting back in his chair. “Okay?”

Chris takes a breath. “Okay,” he says. “You promise?”

Derek smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “Of course.”

“Okay.” Chris smiles, the last, lingering tension finally loosening from his chest. With a shaking hand, he turns over one of the stacks of paper in front of him, and pushes the Rangers contract–already signed–across the table so Derek can see. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

apritelleorai  asked:

I cant resist asking! Could I make a request? Where Jughead and Betty are hiding from suspect and they run into an abodanoed building and suddenly get caught in the moment? You are so good!!!

Aw I love this! Thankyou!

“Jughead! In there.” Betty shouted pointing to an abandoned building, with doors wide open.

Taking a sharp right, jughead followed Betty into the building, quickly slamming the massive doors shut, locking them inside with the huge piece of wood laying on its side.

what the hell had just happened? One minute they were walking by sweet water river, the next they were being chased by a huge hulk of a man with some kind of baseball bat.

It had been his idea to go to sweet water river, the police could have missed something, Betty had been happy to tag along.

Speaking of Betty he turned to look at her, check if she was okay.

She was soaked, they hadnt even noticed it was raining. Too busy trying to stay alive I guess.

Her perfect ponytail was falling out of its elastic and her white v neck was soaked through, revealing the simple lace lined black bra underneath, he couldn’t help but stare for a bit, he was a guy after all.

He brought his eyes back to her eyes, she was looking at him with the weirdest expression he had ever seen.

“Betty I …”

Seconds later, he was pushed up against the door, her perfectly, tiny hands were pulling at his t shirt and her mouth was ravaging his.

It took jughead all of two seconds to realize what was going on, before he dove in, his fingers pulling the rest of her ponytail from the elastic and burying his hands in her silky blonde hair.

She was pulling at his shirt again, her fingers touching his chest, his stomach, his arms. He didn’t think he had ever felt anything as good as Betty coopers hands on his body.

Pulling away a little he allowed her to pull his shirt over his head before pulling her back into his chest, her fingernails scraping over his back making him moan into her mouth. He reached for the bottom of her tshirt and she didn’t even give him a chance to take it off, she had it on the floor in seconds flat, guiding his hands to her chest.

He took a sharp breathe, testing the waters and squeezing gently, when she sighed softly his exploring increased.

As he grazed his teeth on her collar bone, he felt her bite into his shoulder.

Suddenly a loud clap of thunder scared them both apart.

They were both staring at each other, panting

Jughead spoke first

“Uh yeah, adrenaline and all that” he rubbed his neck trying to calm himself down.

Betty didn’t speak just stared at him for what felt like hours , jughead spoke again

“Listen Betty, we don’t have to ever mention this again I totally ..”

“I’ve been waiting to do that since Jason’s funeral.” She breathed out

Jugheads eyes widened

“Whaaa what?”

She sighed moving over to him taking his hand

“I like you jughead a lot, and clearly you don’t mind me either so why not try it? No matter what we know the friendship thing works, so let’s give a relationship a go”

He was speechless, was he dreaming

Suddenly Betty was insecure

“Unless you don’t want to, I mean it’s totally fine, maybe it was the adrenaline…”

He silenced her by placing a soft kiss to her lips

“Definitely not the adrenaline, okay let’s try.”

She beamed up at him.

“Okay! Umm now we should probably find a way out of here.”

He laughed grabbing her hand

“After you, cooper.”

“I Make The Reporter Beatbox” (Lin/Reader)

Ah yes, POV Switch day for @hamwriters write-a-thon. I was looking forward to this, but at the same time I wasn’t because I was afraid I’d slip back into second person accidentally, but I don’t think I did. I’m really proud of this, but kudos to @psychedemigod for the idea and encouragement and many gifs.

Also??? I have 193 followers? Thank you all so much! I’ll try to write some back up fics to post on some type of schedule once writeathon is over!

Warnings: Beatboxing? Coffee? Cookies? Nothing much, really. It’s p fluffy.

Words: 1000 (u g h so pleasing <3)

“Well you know,” I started, knowing the reaction I was to expect. “I make the reporter beatbox.” I cross my arms and see the reporter’s eyes go wide. I didn’t exactly know why, but I had a feeling that they would impress me and give me what I had been waiting for from a reporter. They seemed to know something about what they were doing with the actual interview and I was hoping they’d know what to do when beatboxing.

“Uh, well… Shit… I mean, I can do it! Alright, uh, I haven’t beatboxed since late high school or early college, Jesus Christ…” They laugh, rubbing their neck, setting their list of questions down on the table beside us. I cross my arms and smile at them, waiting.

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Pink Polka dots

In which Harry and you have been away from each other for way too long and him looking way too good before his show

Request: Sex with Harry on the tour bus or backstage.

A/N: This is the very first time i have ever written smut so if it doesn’t sound so grand i’m sorry but i’m trying my best. Don’t forget to send requests if you wanna see more. But i truly hope you enjoy. 

 Its been six months. Six months since you have seen each other face to face. Other than the occasional facetime and skype call at least once a week. But it still wasn’t the same, it wasn’t the same to be able to hold him and feel his strong arms wrap around your body and squeeze you tight to his chest, to look at him and see how his face and body reacts to your gentle touches, kissing him till the sunrises in the morning and feel his plump lips all over your skin, to sleep next to him and feel his strong arms keeping you safe all night.

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Amazingly Good (Daveed Diggs x Reader)


Request Queue

Warnings- Reader is trans and if that bothers you please unfollow me, mentions of gender/body dysphoria etc etc etc 

Request- “Can you do a Daveed x reader (before he left Ham and after Lin Left) where reader is Trans (FtM) and is the New Alex and is really scared to dress in front of anyone, then like Daveed acadently walks in on reader changing and like, totally supports him, slight comfort/fluff? Maybe later they are cuddling and Anthony or Renee see it? (AGHHH I LOVE YOUR BLOG BTW)”

A/N- (I am not transgender and I’ve only ever experienced super super mild gender dysphoria so if any of this is like WILDLY inaccurate, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE message and I’ll fix it ASAP

Do y’all know how hard it is to find out stuff about training new broadway cast members? It took me like eight searched before I found a decent playbill article rip)

Song-  Words – Daya

Words- 2,377

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embarrassing sentence starters.

“ um, that’s not my name actually. ”
“ there’s toilet paper attatched to your shoe.. ”
“ you know, you’re dragging toilet paper with you, right? ”
“ there’s toilet paper hanging from your back. ”
“ could you pull your pants up? your crack is showing. ”
“ i can see your nipples through your shirt. ”
“ you know the bathroom door is wide open, right? ”
“ there’s a nude photo of you all over the internet right now. ”
“ did you mean to send me this nude photo of you? ”
“ yeah, i accidentally sent you a nude, could you just delete it. ”
“ i think you meant to text someone else your nudes, yeah? ”
“ um, is this text message really meant for me? ”
“ oh shit! i’m sorry, my bad, i didn’t think anyone was in here. ”
“ your back side is hanging out from your hospital gown. ”
“ wow, that is literally the smallest dick i’ve ever seen. ”
“ is your vagina always this loose? it just keeps falling out. ”
“ are you okay? you ran into that door pretty hard. ”
“ uh, yeah, i think your skirt is caught in the car door. ”
“ is there a reason your standing in the street bare naked? ”
“ hey, could you pull the bathroom door shut? ”
“ hey! if anyone can hear me, i could really use some toilet paper! ”
“ jesus, put a shirt on! ”
“ you smell like shit, have you showered lately? ”
“ your breath is on foul, seriously, do you own a toothbrush? ”
“ oh, my god! wow, okay, yeah. uhm, ever heard of knocking? ”
“ yeah, i’m trying to use the rest room here, could you leave? ”
“ are you jacking off in the stall next to me? ”
“ wow, could you not peek at me from the other stall?! thank you. ”
“ did i leave my keys at your house? oh nevermind, they’re in my hand. ”
“ hey, just calling to see if you’ve seen my phone anywhere? ”
“ have you seen my phone anywhere? oh wait, it’s in my hand. ”
“ oh, dear! are you alright? you hit the ground pretty hard. ”
“ what’s that stain on the back of your pants? ”
“ oh my god, did you really just fart? ”
“ i think your bleeding through, hunny. ”
“ there’s blood on the back of your shorts by the way. ”
“ your shit is stained yellow, under the arms, maybe you want to change. ”

feujenny  asked:

You asked for this, Teru-san, you did! XD Hanamiya, Midorima and Murasakibara heavily drugged from wisdom tooth removal, interacting with their s/o. I know we're all gonna love this! 8D

And this is how I dig my own grave. (T ‿ T) Well then. For those who haven’t seen it, I wrote this prompt for Kagami and Aomine before. Here’s the same thing for Murasakibara, Hanamiya, and Midorima

“Nnnnn, Chibi-chinnn, do you thinnnnk that if Okamura dies, his sideburns will crawl off his face and innnnvade someone else’s? I don’t wannnnna be the victim.” 

Murasakibara tilted his head, intending to rest it on top of yours, but he only got as far as touching his own shoulder with his ear, with a long way down yet to your level. He realised his miscalculation and straightened up, supporting the back of his head on the wall behind him to stare at the ceiling with a dreamy smile. 

“Nnnnnnnn, but if it happens, I’ll protect you, Chibi-chinnn,” he promised with a serious nod. His cheeks were a cute shade of pink. He sighed happily, wrapped his long arm around you, and squeezed you to his side. “You’re so softy-squishy-squish. Nnnnn, squish-squish-squishy.” He giggled, accentuating each word by squeezing you a little more. “Squishy-squish.”

“Atsushi… air…” you wheezed. Murasakibara loosened his grip and pulled you into his lap instead, cuddling you and slowly rocking the both of you side-to-side while he hummed off-key. He nuzzled your hair and let out another happy sigh.

“Nmmmm, you smell sweet, Chibi-chin, I could eat you up,” he murmured. “Nnnnoooo… wait, wrong word. Hmmmmmmmm…” 

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Stress and Love (Jaehyun)

anon asked: hi! whenever you have time, can you write a Jaehyun imagine when he comes home from work really angry and his girlfriend just gives him space? like she kisses his forehead or temple and says “I love you and if you need cuddles but are too angry to ask, just text me an emoji. I’ll be in another room” then leaves. I hope it’s not too confusing. you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to or you can change some things lol. thanks in advance, love your blog!  

author: admin Ni ( prev. admin tae!)

genre: FLUFF!!!

word count: 581 words

a/n: short, sweet, and straight to the point, just like admin yu! What a cute request! (don’t forget to apply to be an admin!)

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Found, a star wars fanfic | FanFiction

Summary: During a blissful afternoon with Han post-victory on Endor, Leia marvels at all she’s found.

Rated T — that’s PG-13 for all my non-fanfic readers. Nothing graphic, safe for work (I think), but definitely some implied Han x Leia happy times.

Written for @mandatheginger‘s First of May challenge.

Leia felt like she could break from the beauty of it all, lying there in the grassy forest clearing she and Han had stumbled upon earlier, his body still curled warm and lazily against her own as he slept beside her. Like she could crack wide open, split down right to her soul, from the warmth and fullness and vibrancy and peace — the peace that had until now only settled hesitantly on her heart like a question, but now sank deep, deep down through her bones and into the very earth beneath her. Endor itself celebrated its recent liberation; she could feel it now, in that intangible certainty she was coming to realize was the Force. Everything around her seemed to be moving in concert, singing in harmony. The ground, blanketed in soft grass and fallen leaves, thrummed beneath her, birds trilled all around her (she had noticed none before), leaves danced on their limbs high above her, the exultation of beings near and far wove threaded melodies on the wind, and the very air seemed brighter and fuller, ringing with victory and joy.

She had never felt so alive, or so aware of the life around her.

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The City is Mine: Ch.3 (M)

Genre: gang au, angst, smut (IN THIS CHAPTER!!!)

Character Profiles: AOMG | The Outsiders | The 1988′s  (Please read these and the Prologue before you begin!)

Chapters: Prologue1234 /?

“The City is Mine” Ravi Open

“Wait. Did you just say…Don Mills is here?” asked Zico, his voice suddenly turning dark as he discarded his nice guy facade.

“Yeah bro he’s right over there” replied Microdot as he nodded his head towards Don’s direction.

Without another word Zico turned and headed in the direction Microdot had pointed towards, instantly forgetting his mission to collect Simon D’s sister in favor of finding Don Mills.

“Thanks for the drugs bro!” Microdot called after him excitedly before heading towards the mens room to test the drugs out.

Without thinking, Zico’s fingers found their way into his inner coat pocket and curled around the gun he had hidden inside. His emotions, which he normally kept under lock and key, were going haywire. The only thing he could think about was getting revenge on the man who was responsible for killing the only woman he had ever loved.

He was going to find Don Mills, and he was going to kill him.

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Malevolent Mistletoes

Summary: Dan and Phil hate each other and yet they’re underneath a mistletoe together.

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff (and christmas)

you might have seen this already on the @phan-drabble-advent-calendar blog, but here’s for anyone who missed it! don’t forget to go check out the drabbles of other authors, there’s a new one every day this month!

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See to it that no one falls short of the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many.
—  Hebrews 12:15 NIV
Spells - A Hogwarts AU

Part 2

Fic title: Spells
Part title: Damn Gryffindors
Part: 2/?
Rating: T
Fandom/s: Miraculous Ladybug, Harry Potter
Pairings: *slams fist on table* you’ll have to wait and see
Summary: Quidditch training, last-minute studying and tiring fights over who-gets-what-training-time leads to sleep deprivation. And if there’s anything that makes Marinette’s mouth less filtered, it’s sleep deprivation.

And that’s why she’s in the stupidest situation she’s ever been in in her life.

Part 1

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If there was one thing Marinette and Chloe agreed on, it was that Quidditch was ten times more important that grades.

“You have a Charms essay due and you’re still going to go train?” Sabrina’s face had never looked so incredulous.
“Our first game is this Saturday, and you actually expect us to write about spells?” Marinette swung her broom over her shoulder. “That’s crazy.”
“We have our O.W.Ls this year!” Sabrina snapped. “They’re the most important exams we’ll ever take in our life!”
“Sabrina, think about yourself for two seconds, and just stop talking,” Chloe flipped upside-down, combing her hair into a ponytail. “Because if you say one more thing Marinette will hit you over the head with her broom.”
“A stylish way to go out, Sabrina, feel lucky. The Firebolt 3000 would make a fabulous murder weapon,” Marinette winked.

“Okay, let’s go,” Chloe tightened her hair elastic and picked up her broom. “Hopefully Gryffindor isn’t down there.”
“Priorities, Chloe, priorities. We’re playing on Saturday, not them, so surely we’ll get the pitch.”
“I just heard Alix talking about how she wanted to train today.” Chloe pushed open the door and they headed down to the pitch.
“What are you going to do if Gryffindor is there?” Sabrina hurried after them, trailing behind.
“Tell ‘em what I just told Chloe,” Marinette tucked her ponytails behind her neck. “And if they still refuse to leave, then we’ll get permission from Slughorn.”
“And if the Hufflepuff team is there?” Sabrina almost tripped over the hem of her robes trying to keep up with the jogging girls.
“They’ll hurry out when we get there, they don’t like trouble,” Chloe replied. “Adrien’s not one to argue about priorities, but he knows we will. He’ll leave pretty quickly.”

The light was fading quickly from the sky; pink and orange streaked the azure, cloudless atmosphere. Marinette flung the doors to the Quidditch pitch open with flair, scanning to see if any rivaling teams were already there.
“Damn Gryffindors,” Marinette growled. Gryffindor’s red-and-gold robes stood out brightly against the sunset.

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anonymous asked:

8 for the prompts

#8: “Can I touch you?”

Send me prompts

You came back to me.

I missed you so much.

Never leave me again.

Thoughts jumbled around in Mike’s head, none of them being enough to say what he wanted to convey, nothing could ever truly capture the way he felt in that moment.

She was back. There were no existing words that could express the swelling in Mike’s heart upon seeing her.

But there she was, right before his eyes Mike saw Eleven standing there, with her hair tangled and her face covered in dirt, but Mike couldn’t notice any of that, because all he could see was her eyes wide open, staring right back at him.

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My hands

Request: Sexting/phone sex while he is away on tour??? 🙄😏 love ur smuts

Word count: 2484

I dropped my bag to the floor as i closed the door hardly behind me. I sighed as i hung up my jacket and made my way to my living room. Today had been such a bad day. Every little thing was edging me, the comments from my friends, the constant work pressing my thought to an ultimate limit, and just the thought of not being able to go home and cuddle into shawns arms was enough to upset me even more. 

The other thing which had been bugging me for solid two weeks now, was how needy i was. Normally being able to have him around, taking care of my mental, but also physical needs i had was the best thing. But i knew touring was treating him well, and he was very occupied with giving his all each and every night, which didn’t leave much attention for me. Not that i needed it every second of his day, but just a little text now and then would be okay - that was how i felt after the first week. 

Now as it was almost fourth week of him being gone, it wasn’t only the attention i needed, but his closeness. I was aching, and that physically. I was aching for his touch and his lips on mine, and nothing in the entire world would ever satisfy me as much as he would be able to do it. I mean i could touch myself in the shower, and maybe get off fast, but it would never compare to the ecstatic highs he would leave me on, he was something different. 

I opened the door to my bedroom as i threw myself on the bed. My mind not being able to focus on anything else than shawn. Anything else than the lingering feeling of his hands tracing down my naked skin, sending shivers through my lonely body. I sighed as i rubbed my thighs together trying to make the tension disappear, but i knew nothing would help. So as a forced movement i slightly unbuttoned my jeans. The material slid off my legs as i ran my cold fingers over my thighs, kicking the trousers off completely. Not even caring about closing my window blinds, my hands traced the hem of my thong.

The silky material was soft against my fingertips. the sensation of friction between my finger and my center was enough to leave me shaking and breathing hard, not being able to focus on anything than the memory of shawns lips tracing down my body. My hand going under my shirt, following my skin up to my breasts, just as his mouth normally would do. I closed my eyes even harder. It was as if i could see him in front of me, almost as if my hands were his. I moaned out loud. I was that needy that this could almost get me off completely, but i bit my lip harder, knowing that i wouldn’t allow myself a quick high and then still being frustrated. 

My other hand circling my clit lightly, sending electric shocks through my legs making me curl my toes, “shawn,” i moaned out, my voice raspy from the anticipation and silence that had been laying over me. My hand starting to put some pressure on my clit as the soft material sent stars in front of my eyes, this was good, but not as good as his touch, not as good as his fingers or his mouth on me. I angled my legs as i arched my back of the mattress moaning out loud. Suddenly my eyes flew up as my phone started to vibrate on the bedside table, for a moment forgetting where i was, just simply needing to cum right that second.

“Fuck,” i spoke as my hand left my pants. I took the phone blindly and stared at the screen, my own reflection looking at me, my eyes widened as shawns name appeared on the screen. “Ugh,” i whispered as i answered the phone, shaking slightly. 

“Hi babe,” his voice spoke through the other side of the line, he was looking at the ground walking outside He looked as if he was headed somewhere, “hi love,” i spoke “where ar you going,” i sighed as he just had disturbed me in this, not that i didn’t want to talk to him, because that was literally all i needed, but i didn’t need him there on the phone, i needed him here right next to me, taking care of me like he always did. I needed him to be here, to be my hands instead of just my own, “just on my way to the hotel room, ill be there in a few seconds,” still not looking at me, i could see him press a button of an elevator as they closed. His eyes met mine for the first time, 

“What are you up to,” he asked his eyebrows shooting into the air, “you look frustrated,” he added as he smiled broadly. I was an open book to shawn, he could read my face in every single situation, so knowing that he would not let this go before he knew what was up. The elevator doors opened as i could see him walk towards a door. His camera pointing towards his hands, as they slid the keycard though the slot on the door. I groaned out i frustration, seeing his fingers fiddle with the card,

“are you alone,” i almost whispered, my voice wasn’t stronger and i almost sounded weak or sad, i wasn’t, i was just really on edge, and needed this release so badly. He looked at me as he closed the door.

“Yes, now i am, whats up baby?” I sighed as i looked at him, my hand finding my clit again, him not being able to see what was going on, was turning me on even more, making it pool between my legs. 

“Yes shawn, what is up with me, im hella frustrated and needy as never before.” He looked at me, “and i was about to get myself off, for the one hundredths time these past few weeks,” i sighed as closed my eyes, my hands working on me. I opened them to look at him face, slightly smirking now. 

“Were you getting yourself off,” he whispered, sitting down on the bed. His voice had changed and i could see on him how much he enjoyed it. 

“Yes, i was, until you interrupted me,” i spoke. He laughed warmly as he watched me intensely. “You’re so hot,” he spoke. I smiled as i looked at him, took in every feature of his face, closing my eyes gently as i slipped my hands under my thong.

“Baby, are you wet for me,” he spoke. My eyes flew open as i looked him, he was biting his lip, which made a small moan escape from my mouth. 

“So wet, Shawn,” i spoke as i traced a finger through my folds, collecting the liquid which was now pooling in between my thighs, “want to see?”

“Yes baby, theres nothing i want more,” he whispered, he leaned closer to the camera, as i brought my fingers up in front of my face, the liquid shining on them in the light, he let out a throaty moans as he watched me. I took my fingers in my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, moaning as i tasted myself. His eyes were glued to the screen as i licked on my fingers, not even caring how desperate i looked, i needed him so much.

“You are being such a bad girl, do you know that,” he breathed out, hearing on his voice how needy he was himself, 

“Yes i know babe, but i just need you so badly,” i purred back at him as i started to slide off my shirt. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Show me what i am missing out on baby,” he whispered as i laid in my bra. Normally i was never this confident, maybe in the bedroom with shawn, but right  now he was sitting on the other side of the world, just being able to watch me, and that made it even more intimate, but also even more scary for me, but it sent adrenaline through my body, adrenaline which i hadn’t felt in a long time, and i needed it. I squirmed under my own touch as i caressed my breasts, shawns heavy breathing made me come back down to earth again. 

“Touch yourself, imagine it was me. Close your eyes and just listen to my voice,” and i did. I put my camera in the bedside table as i was now fully exposed in front of shawn. 

“New lingerie, hun?” he spoke, “you look absolutely incredible, oh how i wish that would be me doing this to you,” 

Closing my eyes and only listening to his voice, made it so much more intimate. My hands wandered down my naked ribcage following my sides down to my thong. 

“Take that off, you won’t need it,” i hooked my thumbs in the fabric and slid it off my legs. 

“Now,” he breathed out, i could hear him fiddle with his trousers himself as i giggled, knowing how frustrated he must be too. “Just glide your fingers up and down by your center, close your eyes, and keep them closed for me. Just imagine it being my hands,” i moaned out my fingers ran through my folds again. I ached my back as i took in another sharp breath, 

“Are you wet enough for me, ready to let me do this to you,” he spoke.

“Im soaked, babe” i spoke as i started to circle around my entrance, slowly pushing a finger inside of me. I moaned out loud as i could feel myself clench around my one finger.

“Add another one princess, stretch yourself out,” his voice seemed tender and full of care which made me scrunch up my nose, missing him next to me. “Fuck,” i moaned out as i started to pump my fingers in and out of myself. I could hear the sound of his faint moans on the other side of the line, making me ache for him even more. 

“Yes baby, just like that,” he spoke as i arched my back of the mattress, curling my toes, moaning out loud. Imagining his fingers inside of me, imagining shawns face concentrated and smiling, soft moans escaping his pink and plump lips, each and every time i clenched around him, 

“You feel so good shawn,” I moaned, my other hand grabbing my nipple, pinching it hard, just like he would do. My thoughts running wild, landing on the picture of shawns face between my legs, his eyes staring hungrily into mine. 

“Stroke your thumb over your clit, hard,” he moaned as he kept touching himself.

But i couldnt concentrate on watching him, i was too far down my own dream that i could ever open my eyes. My fingers scraping my walls, them clenching around my working fingers as i stretched my thumb, running it over my clit. My legs jolting at the touch on my sensitive nob. I moaned, 

“Harder, y/n” shawn said with a shaking yet demanding voice. 

I moaned, just thinking about him watching me. Putting pressure on my clit as i moved it in circles, my legs cramping upwards, as my mouth was wide open. “Yes, right there,” i screamed out as my head fell harder back into the pillow as i moaned louder, 

“Are you close baby girl,” he whispered. Not even being able to respond i let out a shaky breath as i bit my lip hard, 

“Dont do that,” he spoke. I knew it was his weakness, but i didn’t care. Still with closed eyes i turned my face to my right, so it was facing the camera. My mouth opened as i moaned. I knew that he was watching every move i was making. My fingers working in and out of me, and the sound of my wet core against my fingers was heard. 

“Yes shawn,” i screamed as i came around my fingers, i kept pushing them in and out as i rode out my orgasm. I moaned louder, squeezing my eyes shut. 

Slowly opening my eyes, my gaze meeting shawns as his dark orbs found mine, “fuck,” he whispered as he worked on himself. I moaned at the view of him, he was hard, bigger than i remembered him, which almost made me ache for him again. 

“Yes baby, i wish i could help you,” i whispered taking my phone in my hand, “wish i could lick it up, when you cum,” i had never been this forward with dirty talk, but it seemed to set shawn totally off, “just do it for me,” i moaned. And as the words left my mouth, i witnessed the most beautiful thing my eyes had seen in a long time:

His nose scrunched up as his forehead created four crinkles. His lips pouting as a stream of curse words left his pink lips. His eyes closed shut and tight, as his hand stroke his lengths. Sitting all vulnerable in front of the camera, in front of me, made me adore him even more than i hader ever done before. I dont know what it was about him, but it just drove me crazy, it just drove me crazy how thoughtful and passionate he was. And seeing him there releasing himself, wishing nothing more than helping him out, i realized how insanely much i loved the boy. I sighed as his face started to relax.

His features were gliding into normal position, his eyes still closed, breathing heavily. I smiled at the sight of him, just watching his rosy cheeks as his chest lifted slowly, trying to catch his breath. I chuckled, looking at him, as if he wasn’t real. His beauty was so out of this world. 

“I love you,” he whispered as he slowly opened his eyes. I smiled widely looking at him, “love you even more Shawn,” I rose from the bed gathering my thong and putting on a pair of shorts before settling myself on the bed again. 

“I miss you here,” i spoke as i looked at him. He smiled, sadness also over his face, “I miss you too,” 

“You should interrupt me more often,” i chuckled. 

“I dont think so,” he uttered, my face dropping, the worst thoughts popping into my mind. “Because i can’t stand not being the one to touch you,” he continued, my face lit up in a smile as the words left his mouth. 

“Then get your ass back home shawn,” i laughed as i turned over on the bed. Finally talking with my best friend again for what felt like hours. 

// A/N (I know i NEVER end with a note) I’m very sorry that this isn’t very good, I’ve been working on it in my drafts, and just finished it because i haven’t posted a lot recently, and want to keep you guys updated. Hope you can give me some response on it, and what i can do better.
I’m not an expert when it comes to sexting or sex over facetime, but i hope you enjoyed this little one anyway. lots of kisses xx


“It’s cold outside, stay warm.”

His words were simple in the voice message, straight to the point and short. She didn’t expect it to be any different, still smiling at her phone as though it were him before she brushed the melting snow off the screen with a gloved hand.

It was the first day of winter.

With a sigh, she rearranged her scarf before burying her hands in the pockets of her coat and begin her stroll along the streets of Incheon.

She definitely was warm, even as the flakes of snow floated down lazily and rested on her hat and her lashes, she was warm enough.

Maybe that’s what being in love did to a person.

It startled her when a pair of hands snaked out from behind and shielded her eyes, a new wave of warmth spreading over her as she quickly reached up and grasped them.

Lips brushed against her ear and she shivered. “I told you to stay warm…”

Her smile widened. “I am warm.”

His hands dropped away from her eyes as he appeared by her side, looking straight ahead as they walked along.

Left foot, right foot…left, right, left…

He didn’t say a word and neither did she, biting her lips to fight back a grin as he reached out and grasped her hand, lacing their fingers together as he brought them up and slid them into his jacket pocket.


“Are you sure you’re not cold? We can go inside somewhere if you want?”

She glanced up at his side profile, studying as puff of white landed on his newly died brown hair. He shook his head to take some off.

The meteorologists had said that this day would be nearly -10 Celsius, a cold front pushing in before a long week of rain was predicted.

People rushed back and forth around them, buried underneath layers of clothing as they rushed to get out of the freezing weather.

Her smile disappeared in thought. “No…I’m fine.”

He nodded. “…We should do something you know?” Confused, she pursed her bottom lip. “About what?”

“Our three-year anniversary…it’s next week.”

Her lips tilted upward as she nodded. “You’re right…what do you have in mind?”

Jaebum shrugged lightly before rearranging their hands in his jacket, and she frowned at the object her fingers came in contact with, untangling her fingers with his as she grasped it and pulled it out curiously.

It was a small velvet box, and she opened in wide-eyed.



“I had something in mind.”

It was definitely warm…absolutely.

Fallout Pt. 11 (Apocalyptic! Au!)

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19

Masterlist | Fallout Masterpost + Trailer

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic AU. Angst.  

Word count: 5.439

Synopsis: After the bombs fell, there was nothing on the world besides grey; grey skies, grey pastures, and grey people. The world had been devastated, and the sole motor of your every action was pure instinct because, deep inside, you only wished you had died with the majority of human kind. There was no good people left in that world, not even you. And when his dark figure hovered over you and brought you forcefully with him you confirmed it.
They were no good either.

N/A:Thank you Miranda for saving this piece! And sorry to everyone for making you wait this much. Please feel free to go to my askbox and tell me how it was for you! It’s always nice to talk about this series.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of rape/abuse, blood, violence, gore, zombies, sexual contents/references.

Originally posted by anotheruniversee

‘You are unbelievably strong.’ He said calmly. ‘I value that, and no one here is going to inflict you that kind of pain. We hurt each other sometimes, but we are not like them.’

‘There’s no way I can know that for sure.’

‘You will, because you are staying, willingly or not.’

You opened your mouth to answer, but the door burst open and Taehyung ran into the room, his hair messy and eyes darkened due to an evident lack of sleep.

His t-shirt was covered with dark blood spots.

‘We have a huge problem.’ He almost screamed.

‘Jungkook is back. And he is not alone.’

The atmosphere turned cold in a second. It all happened while you still tried to process his words and understand why Yoongi seemed so scared, or why someone as cold blooded as Taehyung was so anxious.

It must be really bad.

‘What do you mean?’ In two long strides, Yoongi was by his underling’s side. The youngest was bent over, hands on his ribs as he panted furiously. ‘He never returned this soon, no matter what happened.’

He did not receive an answer. The only sound filling the room were Taehyung’s airy breaths.

‘Taehyung, report to me. Now.’ He spat. ‘You’ll have time to breath later.’

‘Jimin saw him when he was returning from his patrol.’ His fatigued, deep voice was hardly understandable, as he was slurring the words. ‘He was carrying something on his back, and it is slowing him down. When Jimin got closer to him to help him, he saw them. One of the biggest herds we’ve seen in a while. Almost twenty, rational enough to be able to follow him, but not enough to overtake him.’


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