#[baby shawn voice] this changes EVERYTHING ...

[philtstone]

ok EXTREMELY important question for the girlies as i have somehow just clocked the fact that shawn and juliet own multiple guitars in canon: considering we never actually see shawn play a guitar, do we think his owning the guitars means he secretly plays them kind of really well actually (a la his singing voice) or do we think he half taught himself before getting distracted and thus plays with a lot of enthusiasm that only mostly makes up for his definitely imperfect skills

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, unwanted touching, kissing, crying

A/N: I'm screaming, crying, giggling, and fainting all at the same time.

With love and big tits, Rose

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P13: Hostage

My head is pulsing, my mind rushing with endless swarms of questions as I sit in the passenger seat of Matt’s car. 

“Hey, it’ll be okay, we’ll figure something out.” he remarks, shifting the car into park and unbuckling his seatbelt. 

This is frustrating. We can’t change partners. 

We stayed after school to ask the teacher and he didn’t even say no—he just shook his head, pointing to the door for us to leave. I’m stuck with Shawn as my partner for the rest of the class, I’m trapped in an uncomfortable situation with no way to get out. 

I hate it. 

My clammy palms rub together in my lap. I make no movement to get out of the car, biting on my lip a little too hard as I stare at his house in front of us. “This is… this is so stupid.” I groan, rubbing my hand over my face. 

Everything is so confusing, nothing is making sense. 

“Let’s think about something else, what about—”

“I do have a question.” I remark, interrupting Matt. He looks over at me, cocking a brow as he waits for me to continue. “Chris—why haven’t I ever seen him at school?” I ask. 

Matt sighs, running his hand through his hair as he shakes his head. My teeth gnaw into my lip as I watch him gather his thoughts. 

I’ve been assuming that Chris’ schedule didn't interact with mine at all. Maybe his classes were on the other side of the school, maybe he didn’t have a full schedule. 

But that can’t be it. Matt always drove alone—to and from school. 

“I don’t—I don’t know if that’s my place to tell you.” Matt says. I nod slowly, reaching down at unbuckling my seatbelt. “Just, I don’t know. Maybe ask him? I don’t know if he’ll tell you, but,” he sighs, rubbing over his face as he looks out the front window of the car, “-I just… don’t know.” 

Grabbing my bag, I follow Matt as he walks out of the car and to the front door of the house. I shove my shoes off, setting them by the rack of other miscellaneous boots and sneakers, the sight of Chris’s regular shoes making my skin pulse. 

He’s here. 

We haven’t really talked since that night. Our date—well, a date he didn’t really ask me on. 

But it’s the best date I’ve ever had, even if we were just in his room. He showed so much effort—it kinda hurt. 

“You good? Wanna hang out in my room or out here?” Matt questions, sliding off his shoes and tossing his bag to the floor. 

Before I can answer, a familiar trot makes my lips curl into a smile. I look down to see Trevor, his snout twitching as he sniffs my legs aggressively, his tail whipping from side to side with excitement. 

“Out here?” I answer, looking up at Matt with a smile as I feel Trevor nuzzle himself against my calf. “Kinda wanna hang out with Trev too. And he never stays in your room.” I remark. 

“I know,” Matt huffs, walking over to the couch and plopping on the cushion. “It's so annoying. He’ll never stay in my room since Chris practically trained him to only stay in his. He has fuckin’ dog treats stuffed in every corner, I swear.” 

A breathy laugh falls from my lips. I walk over, sitting on the couch about a foot away from Matt, smiling as Trevor jumps up, laying in between the both of us like a loaf of bread. 

“Well, he’s comfy.” I joke, rubbing Trevor’s ears as I hear Matt let out a subtle snort. 

“Yeah, very. He doesn’t have anything to worry about, not some stupid school project either, hm Trev?” he says, his voice in a higher pitch as he baby-talks the dog. 

Fuck. That stupid project. 

My body deflates as I melt into the cushion of the couch. Matt takes notice of my behavior, looking up at me with furrowed brows. “Hey, what’s going on? Is it our project?” he asks. 

I shrug. My chest squeezes as I roll my bottom lip between my teeth. “I mean, not just that, but yeah. I don’t really know what to do. Shawn’s a fucking prick. He had the nerve to—ugh. Yeah, it’s just… frustrating.” I sigh. 

Matt’s eyes soften, his lips plummeting to a sympathetic pout. “Well, what if we still partnered up?” he offers. 

Partner up? 

He was there when the teacher practically shunned us. What part about that gave him any sort of hope that we could still partner up? 

My eyes squint at his suggestion. He sucks in a deep breath, clasping his hands together. “Aren’t you working on the project with him later today?” he asks, his eyes lifting as his forehead crinkles. 

“I mean yeah, but—”

“But,” Matt interrupts, tilting his head towards the side as his hand waves through the air, “-what if he came over here? While me and Cole work on our shit, you guys can do the same, but we’ll be all together. I doubt Shawn will be weird if we’re all together.” he suggests.

Oh. My. God. 

This smart little bitch. 

“Matt.” I state, watching as he looks at me with anticipation. “I fuckin’ love you. You’re so fuckin—ugh, are you sure?” I ask, letting out a sigh of relief as he nods affirmatively, a small smile imprinted on his face. 

Thank fuck. 

“What else is bothering you? You said that wasn’t the only thing, what’s up?” he asks, his lips together in a tight line as he reaches to pet Trevor.

Where do I even begin? 

“My… date? Um, whatever it was—”

“What’d Chris do,” he sighs, interrupting my stumbling words as he stares up at me with sad eyes. 

My lips purse together, my face crawling with warmth as I rub my hands together in my lap. “I just—it’s not him, it’s… ugh.” 

The grunt falling from my lips seems to make Matt lean in closer, his eyes squinting as lips tug slightly downwards. “What do you mean? What went wrong?” he interrogates, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks his lips between his teeth. 

“Nothing went wrong. It’s just—I think that’s the issue.” 

Matt seems to let out a sigh of relief at my statement, relaxing back onto the couch as he fiddles with Trevor’s ear. “I’m glad nothing is wrong, but I—what’s the issue then?” he pushes. 

Ugh. 

My eyes drift across the room, my teeth clamping into the tip of my tongue as I shift my feet closer together, adjusting my position on the couch. 

“Well,” I start, wincing as a loud crack sounds from my fingers twisting together. “I just—I’ve had a boyfriend before, you know? And I guess I’m just kinda hurt that he never showed me that type of effort once. Not even—not even when he was trying to guilt trip me to stay with him.” 

Silence. 

Matt seems to stare at me blankly. His head cocking towards the side as he lets out a long sigh. “Isn’t that a good thing to finally get what you wanted though?” 

His question makes my lips twitch at the corners, a small frown tugging on my face as I blink away the warm tear forming in my eyes. 

I shrug, sniffling quietly. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just… I thought I wasn’t good enough for that type of effort. I mean, I stayed with that guy for way longer than I should’ve. But I stayed even though I was being treated like shit—I… I feel like I don’t deserve it because, well—I—I don’t know—”

“You feel like you don’t deserve it now because you treated yourself so poorly by staying,” he fills in. 

God. Those words seem to dig deep. It’s like he’s answering a question I didn’t even know I had—a question that was too full of shame for me to even ask myself. 

But it made sense. 

“Yeah. I guess,” I breathe, my nose twitching as I feel my eyes flutter with furious blinks. There’s no way I’m crying about this, not anymore. I don’t even miss the guy I once called my boyfriend, I missed the way I had more dignity before him. 

I missed the way I used to want to fall in love. 

“You know, you and Chris are so similar it’s scary,” Matt puffs. 

I tilt my head as I look over at him, watching as he laughs, wiping over his face as he shakes his head with disbelief. “I don’t know, sorry. Just… text Shawn and I’ll text Cole?” he suggests. 

Nodding, I pull out my phone, typing a quick message as my mind loops around our conversation. 

If Chris is just like me, how would that ever work? We’ve already been taking turns pushing the other away. 

A lump forms in my throat from the thought. I swallow, wincing as I feel the discomfort travel down to my chest, creating sensations of pressure that make it feel a little harder to breathe. 

There’s no way it would work. 

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Awkward is an understatement. Shawn was reluctant to agree to come over to Matt’s house and work on the project, but I didn’t really give him any other choice. I can tell he’s pissed off—and it’s pissing me off. 

Cole, Matt’s partner, is mostly silent, only chipping in a thought every couple of minutes. He’s quiet, but nice. At least he’s not like Shawn—still trying to invade my personal space. 

Thankfully, Matt has been a lot more observant. The second Shawn tried to get closer than he should, Matt asked him to take off his shoes—-which he should’ve done in the first place anyhow, but by the time he came back to sit, Matt occupied the spot next to me. 

It made things tolerable. The four of us working on the project didn’t really seem to speed things up though. Cole wasn’t contributing much and Shawn was just… Shawn—useless and annoying. 

“I, um,” Matt whispers, staring at me with clenched teeth and worried eyes, “I really need to piss, do you–”

“Go,” I urge. 

My brows furrow together as I watch his face contort with an awkward wince. “Oh my god, do not pee on me. Go fuckin’ piss!” I whisper-yell, waving my hand as I watch him immediately get up and rush down the hallway. 

The second I lose sight of him, my stomach drops with an unsettling feeling. I look up, watching as Shawn starts to scoot closer to me, my eyes darting to Cole. He’s buried in his phone, chewing on the strings of his hoodie. 

Great. 

This is just great. 

I flinch as I feel his leg press up against mine. My elbow digs into the arm of the couch, my body leaning away from him as I feel my chest burn with anger. “Shawn—” 

His name barely leaves my lips. My mouth smacks shut as I feel his hand on my thigh. The heat of his skin is touching mine, my mini skirt feeling like underwear as his fingers squeeze right below the hem of my clothing.

My eyes water as I bite into my cheek a little too hard. I clench my teeth together, my jaw tightening as I take a deep breath. 

As my lips open, I feel his hand go just barely underneath my skirt. My body freezes. 

I want him off. 

“Shawn, get your hands off—” 

He looks over at me with an annoyed expression. “Chill out,” he puffs, his hand gravitating to the lower, resting on the middle of my thigh. 

I squint my eyes shut tightly, trying to imagine I’m anywhere but here. Maybe a beach, maybe an isolated cabin—

“Hey, wanna come to my room for a minute?” 

Oh?

My eyes blink open as I see Chris standing in the doorway. He can’t see over the back of the couch, but I can tell by his eyes flickering from my face to Shawn that he knows something isn’t quite right. 

Thank god. His snooping finally came in handy once. 

“I, uh—yeah.” I say, starting to stand up. 

Shawn’s hand lazily falls down my leg, dropping with gravity as I get up and start to walk behind Chris. I don’t bother looking behind me. My eyes stay trained on Chris’ back as he guides us to his room, opening the door and holding it for me. 

He nudges his head, urging me to walk in. “I—thank you,” I mention, striding past him and into his room. 

I hope he knows I mean it in more than one way.

“Mhm.” he hums, pressing on the small of my back, guiding me to sit on the bed. “Just take a minute, I texted Matt. Can’t believe he left you alone with that creep.” I shiver at his words, recalling the sensation of Shawn’s hand on my thigh, the skin itching with annoyance. 

“He just—”

“-needed to pee, I know,” he interrupts, laying on the bed with his arm slung behind his head. “Are you… okay?” he asks, his brows furrowed as he rolls his lips together. 

Am I okay?

“Yeah. I think so?” I remark, my voice raising in pitch as I question my own words. Chris’ face scrunches more. He pats the pillow next to him, nodding his head for me to lay down. 

My head swivels towards the closed door. 

Matt. 

I can’t just leave, I need to go back out there. 

“Don’t worry.” I turn my head back towards Chris, listening as he continues to speak, “I texted him and just told him you’re done for the day. You’re not going back out there.” 

The lump in my throat seems to ease as I swallow. I twist my hands in my lap for a second, hesitantly crawling up to lay next to him, my head resting on his only pillow. A deep sigh leaves my lips. 

I feel safe at least—comfortable enough to truly breathe. 

“You good?” 

My eyes blink open as I look towards Chris, seeing him staring at me intently. I nod. The subtle shift of his arm under his head makes me scoot further to the side on the pillow. 

“Come lay down,” I suggest. 

The statement seems to make his eyes wander around the room. He contemplates the offer, slowly rolling onto his side and facing me before resting his head on the other side of the pillow. 

I can feel his breath, the subtle drift of his hair brushing above my eyebrow. 

I can feel how much I ache to touch him. 

“You can come closer, you know,” I mention. 

Chris shakes his head. “No, I’m fine. I doubt you wanna be touched right now.” 

“Come closer, it’s okay—”

“No,” he cuts off, “I’m comfortable, really. Don’t worry about me.” 

Ugh. 

Why can’t he take the hint?

“Chris.” His eyes blink open as he stares at me. I scoot up slightly, holding open my arms. “Please,” I sigh. 

He licks over his lips as his face scrunches. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna touch you and make you uncomfo—”

“You won’t,” I say, my eyes peering into his with intent. “You don’t.” 

Silence washes over us. I feel my bottom lip quiver, my emotions rolling over me as my cheeks grow warm. “I just—hold me. I like when you touch me.” 

His face relaxes as he gulps, nodding before scooting into my hold. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into my chest and wrapping my leg around his waist. 

This is just what I needed. 

I take a soothing breath, the air exploring deeper in my lungs, like a true breath of fresh air. It smells like him—a warm, clean scent that makes my nose flare for another deep breath before I can think twice. 

“Is this…is this okay?” he asks, his hand loosely lays on my waist, his eyes wide as he stares up at me. 

I want him closer. 

The air seems to get thinner, my eyes dropping to his lips as I imagine them on mine. It seems so enticing, so different. His touch already brings me a lot of comfort, but what would such an intimate touch do? Would it just feel sexual? 

Even his hands on my body didn’t necessarily feel sexual. He held me in a way that made everything feel effortless, a true reassurance that couldn’t be put into words. 

Chris seems to notice my antics, his hand on my waist gliding up my back and pulling me closer. His nose grazes my chin. I feel my heart lurch against my chest, violently pumping as I let out short breaths. 

“Will you kiss–”

“Are you sure?” he interrupts, his eyes flickering all over my face—especially my eyes and lips. 

I swallow, nodding softly. My vision seems to blur, cloudy with stubborn tears as I let my eyes flutter closed, my breath hitching in my chest as I feel his lips hover over mine. 

“Is this—is it still ok—”

His whispered words are silenced by my lips. I feel his hand on my back pull me against him, the sensation of his lips slotting between mine making my hazy mind silent with his comforting touch. 

God. 

This feels like heaven—so light and feathery, almost otherworldly. 

I let myself drown in his mouth, parting my lips for him to hungrily kiss me, his devotion apparent in how he holds me so tightly. 

I’ve never been kissed like this. I’ve never been held like this. 

I’ve never felt like this at all. 

There’s so much emotion pouring out from his lips and his hands—enough to make my tears start to gather in my lower lashes as my hand tangles up into his hair. 

Chris pulls away for a quick breath, staring up at me with concern laced in his furrowed brows. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he coos, his voice softer than ever. 

I shake my head, gathering the words with a shaky breath. “Nothing,” I rush, “Nothing is wrong. I just—I…”

My mouth falls open, words cluelessly trailing off into the air, “I need you to kiss me again. Please.”

A/N: Watch this if you haven't already. I'm literally dying dead.

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And They Were Neighbors Pt.10

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When Robby arrived home from his shift he saw Delilah finishing up dinner. Seeing her moving around his space with no qualms put something in him at ease. It was still hard to believe that they had only known each other for almost two months, but he wouldn’t change it for anything. Spotting him near the door she smiled brightly. 

“Dinners just about done, I'm just waiting on the rolls.” She explained, handing him a water bottle when he made his way over to him. Wrapping his arms around her waist Robby pulled her flush against his chest. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head and another one to her nose when she looked up at him he smiled softly. 

“Thank you baby girl, you didn’t have to do all this.” He murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Kissing his cheek she pulled away to fetch the rolls from the oven. They chatted as they set the table, asking about each other's day. He had almost called in to work not wanting to leave her alone but she was apparently just fine. When they sat down to eat he saw that she looked almost nervous. 

“Can I talk to you about something?” Delilah asked. She wasn’t looking at him, instead staring at her plate as if her food was the most interesting thing in the world. 

“Of course, everything ok?” He asked, curious about what exactly she wanted to discuss. Delilah took a deep breath before beginning. 

“So I know we said that we would do the situationship for as long as we wanted so we could see where we wanted it to go. Well I would like for us to make it more permanent, whether we call it dating, courting, or any other thing. My feelings have gone past simply friends,” She took a deep breath and when it looked like she was going to continue rambling Robby cut her off. 

“I would love to be your boyfriend Delilah,” he said. She blinked at him in surprise, seemingly not knowing what to say. “I honestly didn’t think you’d want to expand it further, especially considering the fact that you’re 29 and i’m 47.” Delilah simply frowned at him. 

“Why would your age matter? You’re a good person, you care so deeply about all of your patients, and you treat me way better than anyone else has.” She seemed genuinely puzzled on why he found the age gap concerning. Robby chuckled a bit, taking a sip of his water. 

“How is your family going to take the news that you’re dating someone 18 years your senior?” He asked curiously. Delilah pondered the question for a moment while finishing a bite of her food. 

“Grandma Rose will be happy since she mainly worries about our happiness. My uncles will be a little more wary, especially Uncle Todd since he’s the oldest at 57.” She said. 

“How many Uncles do you have?” Robby asked, wanting to know more about her family. A small smile spread across her face as she thought of her family. 

“I have 3 uncles and 3 aunts,” She replied between bites of her dinner. “Todd is the oldest at 57, Mary is second oldest at 55. Her and my dad were twins. Marcus, Trisha, and Sammi are 50. And Shawn is the baby at 45.” She ticked off each family member on her fingers. Robby’s head swam a bit trying to remember names and ages. 

“A set of twins and triplets?” He knew some families were prone to multiples but was a little shocked at just how many were in her immediate family. 

“Oh ya, my Grandma is actually a triplet herself,” Delilah chuckled. “My mom was the youngest out of 5 but I haven't heard from that side of the family since I left Spencer.” Her voice was sad as she talked about her maternal family. Robby frowned, not liking the look on her face or the sadness in her voice. Reaching across the table he squeezed her hand, lacing their fingers together. 

“Why don’t you talk to them?” He asked, his tone light so as to not come off as if he were prying for information. She sighed, putting down her fork and bracing her chin on the palm of her hand. 

“My cousin Cassie is married to his brother. They’re why we met in the first place. When things reached their peak and I attempted to leave none of them believed me,” Delilah said softly. “Even when I was covered in bruises and even had a broken rib they thought I was lying for attention.” Hearing how her family had treated her pissed Robby off to no end. He had to take a deep breath to calm the anger that was quickly rising. 

“I’m so sorry baby,” he said struggling to find the appropriate words. “I take it your paternal family believed you?” She let out a small snort, nodding her head with a smile. 

“They were furious, I had to convince my cousins it wasn’t worth the jail time if they tried to kill him.” She said laughing. Robby felt better knowing someone was on her side. It pained him to think of her hurting all alone. Changing the subject she pinned him with a questioning look. “I know you have your step son Jake, do you want biological kids at all?” Not expecting that question Robby choked on his water. Coughing a bit he managed to clear his throat. 

“I’ve thought about it,” he said, wiping his mouth. “But at this stage in my life I’m a little more ‘if it happens it happens’ you know?” Delilah nodded in agreement. 

“I’m the same way. I honestly could care less if I have kids,” She paused for a moment. “The only thing I know that I want eventually is to get married. Even if its just a courthouse wedding.” Robby nodded in agreement. 

“I’m old school so I agree on the marriage aspect,” He paused while she laughed. “Though honestly I’d rather date long term and then eventually get married.” Delilah looked relieved at his statement. 

“Oh thank god, people look at me like I got four heads whenever I say I want to be with someone for a minimum of three years before getting married.” Delilah then stood up and gathered their plates to take in the kitchen. 

“I take it we’re now good to move forward with dating?” he teased. He watched as she laughed, throwing him a bright smile.

“Yes sir, you aren’t getting away from me now.” 

As Robby strolled into work the next morning he spotted Santos, Whittaker, and Javadi huddled together near the nurses station. As he got closer he could make out what they were saying. 

“Do you think it’s like a sugar baby thing?” Santos asked curiously, not noticing that Robby was approaching them. “She was wearing a super short skirt when she came in here. Plus I swear I could see them hugging in the staff lounge.” Whittaker shot her an unimpressed look. 

“If he had a sugar baby why would she come anywhere near the hospital?” He asked, Javadi nodded her agreement. Before any of them could say anything Robby cleared his throat loudly startling them. 

“Good morning guys,” He said, watching as they looked at him nervously. “Just a tip for the future, conversations regarding your coworkers private lives should not be handled in the pit while you are on the clock.” When he indicated they were to return to work they scattered. Spotting Dana he made his way over to her.

“Good morning Robby,” She greeted cheerfully. Robby smiled as he greeted her back. “If you need Abbot for anything he’s up on the roof getting some air.” Sighing quietly Robby set his backpack down and headed toward the roof. Thankfully when he got up there Jack wasn’t standing on the ledge, he was just leaning on the railing looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else. 

“What’re you doing Jack?” He asked as he approached the other man. Jack sighed before leveling a look at Robby. 

“Having my daily existential crisis,” he deadpanned. “You seem more chipper than usual.” 

“Well waking up to my girlfriend making me coffee in only my shirt tends to do that,” Robby chuckled. Jack turned his full attention now on Robby with a raised eyebrow.

“So you finally manned up and asked Delilah out?” He asked. Robby smiled and nodded not missing the ‘fucking finally’ look Jack shot him. 

“Though technically she asked me out,” Robby said. Jack simply shook his head pushing away from the railing so they could head back inside.

“At least one of you is smart.”

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shawn michaels! birthday sex in a hotel what more could you ask for.

minors don’t interact

shawn’s adamant about not wanting anything for his birthday the older man not fond of aging as his position in the wwf was unknown. with new talent emerging and titles changing hands the thought of being replaced was daunting.

he settled into the hotel room alone without the presence of his girlfriend. hot water from the shower cleansing him of the sins he partook in with hunter earlier. the men sharing everything together and coincidentally a birthday five days apart.

getting caught up in the limelight that provided much more than this evenings house show. alcohol would’ve been his speciality but tonight was different opting to be sober as his mind couldn’t stop racing.

the girlfriend in question hasn’t responded to him all day a bit annoyed of the decision to spend a birthday in sin city knowing that women were practically hanging their panties from the turn buckles for the degenerates.

shawn understood why he was in the dog house so he didn’t bother to call again. a year of dating that wasn’t short of heated arguments and headaches. so instead he’s sipping from a wine glass rewatching the god father with a box of cheese pizza positioned on the counter.

midnight approaching as a soft knock on the door breaks his focus thinking it was the movie before he hears another thud his eyebrows raise in confusion. from the peephole he recognizes you cautiously opening the door.

a genuine smile gracing his features as you’re holding a chocolate cake decorated with chocolate frosting a tub of his favorite french vanilla ice cream at your feet.

his eyes scan your appearance high waisted denim jeans with a white crop top. silver hoops matching a butterfly necklace the hint of makeup subtle with nude glossy lips.

your hair shoulder length and slightly curled at the end small flower clips securing it from falling into your face.

“happy birthday baby.” your voice soft the smile unmistaken as your boyfriend takes the cake from you fingers joining together in the process.

he’s ushering you inside eyes inadvertently lingering on the curve of your ass. grabbing a fork to dig into the chocolate he’s chewing slowly ensuring to place the ice cream in the freezer.

you note the tidiness of the hotel room a stark contrast to his on screen personality. “a year of dating and i never would’ve took you for a baker.” he’s forking another piece the chocolate melting in his mouth with a hum. light blue eyes warm with affectionate at your gesture.

“you’ve never asked.” your response a little snarky settling on the couch as shawn is all to familiar with your attitude.

over the next few hours you’ve decided to forgive shawn considering the stress at work and fact that he hasn’t stepped out of the relationship.

you both became immersed in a conversation of wrestling asking the superstar himself about his everyday experience within the wwf. you met outside of the company wrestling not being your favorite pastime but you were smitten the day you saw him.

one conversation leading to more, not bothered by your younger age of twenty three as you kept his head on straight. the man patient allowing you to question everything, being open with his responses and pleased with how much you’ve learned about his craft. feeling as if another year around the sun with you was worth it.

he’s comfortable reclining further as a scent of tangerines and vanilla entices him to pull you closer placing one arm behind your head. small kisses placed to your temple as the atmosphere shifts shawn knowing how to make a particular pulse grow between your legs.

“never knew a younger women could be so sophisticated.” his breath is fanning your face. you’re so timid it makes him want to claim you. cute not enough to summarize how adorable you are.

“then maybe you don’t know a lot about younger women.” the rebuttal slipping out casually as shawn smirks his eyes turning a shade darker.

“is that so? perhaps you can enlighten me.” your breath hitches as he kisses you, the older man taking the lead as his tongue wrestles yours. a connecting trail of spit as you separate leaving you sticky.

“i never said you were forgiven.” the man shakes his head laughing with a tsk his hand coming to guide you towards the bed. round ass sinking into the plush as he stands in front of you staring down at your frame.

“arms up.” he’s stern you obeying as he’s discarding your shirt across the room tits on display as he toys with your nipples pulling slightly. mouth then coming to latch on the sensitive bud sucking harshly as his fingers find your pussy.

your thong adding for separation as he taps your clit embarrassed with how turned on you are. “i’m sorry babe.” you can barely focus on his apologies as he’s rubbing your clit jeans and underwear feeling a bit tighter as he’s purposely teasing you.

shawn somehow always having to be in control and on his birthday was no exception. he’s pulling away turning you around and propping your ass up on the edge of the bed. peeling your jeans and thong down to your ankles.

he locks eyes on your glistening folds tongue lapping at your clit as he eats you from behind arms holding you in place as he slurps. you’re squirming around eyes rolling back as he’s hungry for you tongue going as deep as it could.

“fuck, no running princess.” shawn’s vocal his own pretty moans slipping out as he’s flicking your clit the cream coating his mouth as he pushes his face deeper the sweetness simply delicious.

“shawn” is all you can moan pleading as you can feel your abdomen clenching helplessly grinding on his face. his blond hair in disarray as he’s humming the sensations have you shaking reduced to a cumming mess.

“fucking brat.” the words make you whimper as he’s lining his dick up with your entrance tip slick as he’s collecting the juices a chuckle erupting from him.

“think you can take it?” he taunts not waiting for protest while pushing his dick inside of you with a groan. the warmth and tightness inviting as you hissed still not fully able to adjust to his well endowed length.

your head is pushed into the mattress back arching deeper as your cunt made several sounds his dick throbbing inside of you and hitting a spot that makes you babble.

his actions rough with a hint of being gentle ensuring to place kisses on your back everytime he swatted your ass.

you’re drunk from his dick mouth agape as your drooling gripping the bed sheets while small tears of pleasure form being so full is heavenly indeed. “my precious girl you’re getting so good at this.” shawn is praising you the way you’re taking him so well driving him crazy.

liquid spilling from your pussy as your squirting the juices staining the sheets underneath you both whimpering as you’ve never came so hard before. feeling him deep in your stomach as shawn’s eager hips slamming as the birthday boy chased his own high.

his cock stiffens pulling out of you as ropes of cum lands on your thong and jeans, some dripping on your brown skin literally marking his territory. he’s still hard though eyes still feasting on your body as round two looms in the air.

“i’m not done with you yet it’s still my birthday.” the statement has you on your back legs spread open as he’s smiling ready to destroy you.

[apomaro-mellow]

Hot for Teacher(s) 17

Part 16

Steve woke up wrapped in Eddie and he released a sleepy but elated trill. This was how he wanted to awaken every morning. And now he would. He cuddled up a bit more but as he did, he realized he had kicked off most of the blanket last night. He felt a little warm. Warmer than he should, given he was in a hotel with great ventilation. 

“Shit”, he whispered under his breath, shaking Eddie awake.

Eddie was slow to wake up until he understood what was happening and then he was like a man possessed. First telling Robin and Shawn, with just the bare facts of course. They were supposed to return home today, but Eddie giving Steve his bite changed plans. Before a full hour had passed, Eddie and Steve were upgraded to a heat suite. 

“What did you end up telling Shawn?”, Steve asked as Eddie collapsed into bed with him. 

“Just that we had to meet with some other teachers for a few days.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve and nuzzled the fresh bite. Steve was his, really his. And they’d be spending his entire heat solidifying that. Before they could get too far though, Steve had to nest. 

“Wait”, Eddie said, making Steve pause his arranging of the pillows while he went over to his suitcase. 

The alpha took out a few items of clothing. Steve already had some of his own and Eddie’s in the beginnings of the nest. His heart thumped as he recognized one of Robin’s shirts. There was a hotel pillow as well and Steve questioned it until Eddie brought it over and Steve could scent it. 

His pup, his baby, his Shawn.

“Oh Eddie…” Steve’s voice warbled a little. “What if Billy comes around? Are they going to be alright?”

Eddie shushed him, coming over to stroke his cheek, shushing him lightly. “He’ll be at Robin’s place, right? Billy doesn’t even know where she lives. They’ll be alright, baby. Let’s finish the nest.”

Steve nodded, pulling himself together and making the area more comfortable for himself. Once the nest was finished, he fell into it, pulling Eddie to his side and turning on the TV. Right now, his omega simply longed for the closeness of his alpha. He wanted his pup near too, safe in his nest, but he reasoned that he was just fine with Robin.

He enjoyed just snuggling in his nest with his alpha but it didn’t take long for the first crest of his heat to rise up and to warm his skin. Without a word, he started to undress, taking his shirt off first. He was sure Eddie could smell it on him and he looked up just as he started to push his pants down.

Eddie was looking at him like a starved man at a buffet.

“I wanna present for you”, Steve said, voice soft like he was talking to a skittish animal.

Eddie didn’t reply, even though his lips were parted, watching as Steve shed off his last bit of clothing. Hypnotized, he kept his eyes on him as Steve moved, going on all fours and bending over. His back arched and his legs spread, showcasing everything. Steve let out a small coo, beckoning to his mate to take care of him, snapping Eddie out of his trance. He crawled forward, mouth attracted to Steve’s cunt like a magnet.

Steve rocked back once before stopping himself, trying to hold still. Eddie could feel him tremble against his mouth. He licked into him, kissing the soft lips in front of him. Steve’s hips moved again and this time Eddie moved with it. He kissed his cheeks and stroked his thighs.

“That’s it, baby, use my mouth how you want. I’m here for you.”

Hearing that, Steve’s head dropped to a pillow as he moved back and forth, letting Eddie tongue-fuck him. Part of him was afraid of breaking the man’s nose, but as the heat took control, he chased after his orgasm even faster. He cried as he came, arms collapsing under him and making him fall forward even more. 

Eddie kissed the small of his back, whispering something as his lips made a path up his spine, taking detours on where Steve was sure his moles lay. Eddie liked to do that. It wasn’t until Eddie was close to his neck that Steve could make out what he was muttering.

Mine mine mine

Before Eddie even got to his neck, placing an extra tender kiss to his bite, Steve knew he meant it. That Eddie wanted to keep him.

----------------------

Days after, they returned home, Shawn in tow from Robin’s. Spring Break was over and school restarted, all three of them ready for the home stretch until summer break. More of Eddie’s things had been moved from his apartment to the house and both Steve and Shawn made room for him. 

One Friday evening, Steve was in the middle of going over testing data at the kitchen table, sipping iced tea to keep his eyes from glazing over. Meanwhile, Eddie sat across from him, marking off an activity where the students had to color all the balloons that held words with the short “u” sound. He was keeping himself focused with a glass of orange juice.

Smiling to himself, Eddie paused in his grading after placing a smiley face sticker on one. “We’re not so different, you and I.”

Steve blinked from the glare of his laptop and looked down at Eddie’s work. He snickered, rubbing his eyes a little. “I know you’re joking. You were literally analyzing data yesterday.”

“Admittedly so”, Eddie said with a shrug. “But I feel like it’s easier to tell whether or not a kid can discern a plus or minus. I’m willing to bet middle school’s a tougher cookie.”

“It’s not easy in either grade to tell a parent why their kid is failing, or not doing as well as they hoped”, Steve said, capping his sentence with a yawn.

“Are any of yours…?”

Steve shook his head. “Not this year. It was touch and go that first quarter though. How about you?”

Eddie blew a long breath through pursed lips. And then he stared at the papers before him. And then he laid his head on them. Steve reached over and patted his head.

“That bad?”

Eddie’s words were muffled under his cover of hair. “I am going to drag these children to literacy but these parents are working against me.”

“Preaching to the choir”, Steve said.

With a sigh, he closed his laptop, calling it a night. When it got to a certain point, he knew to stop himself before he started making mistakes he’d just have to fix later. Shawn was already in bed, deep asleep and it was their turn. He had to convince Eddie to leave the rest for later but once he did, they were able to slumber together as mates. 

Most weekend mornings, they took it slow, all three of them relishing the fact that they didn’t have to rush out at the break of dawn. But this morning that peace was broken by someone pounding on the front door. Steve groaned, hoping it was a dream but knowing it wasn’t as it went on.

Eddie turned to face him, eyes still closed. “What are the chances it’s the Kool-Aid Man?”

With a snort, Steve slowly sat up. “He doesn’t knock.”

They both got up and left the bedroom. Steve felt he could take on anything with Eddie by his side. But on the way to the stairs, he saw Shawn poke his head out his door. There was someone who needed Eddie more right now.

“Stay with him”, Steve said, giving Eddie a kiss and heading down the stairs before he could retort.

Steve took a deep breath before opening the door to Billy. His hands were in his pockets, concealing them from Steve’s sight. His posture appeared relaxed but Steve knew all his tells. Tense jaw, foot rapping on the patio, and the most damning - the irritation in his eyes.

“Stop playing games with me.”

“I’m not the one playing around”, Steve said. “I’ve made it clear I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

Billy took a big step forward, pushing his way into the house and his nostrils flared. Steve’s heart thumped but he was prepared for this. He knew Billy would be able to smell Eddie all over the place. And Steve also knew that he would notice the bite almost immediately. He could tell when he did because Billy slammed the door and stomped over to him but stopped short when Steve held up his phone, finger hovering over the dial button, 911 already pressed in.

“You goddamn bitch omega slut. You were that desperate for a bite?”

“Either state your business or go. Don’t fuck with me anymore Billy, I’m ready to file a restraining order.”

Billy crossed his arms. “And what does Shawn think of that?”

“Stop using your son as some kind of shield. He doesn’t need a father who only pays attention to him when it’s convenient. Eddie and I have both talked to him about-”

“That’s a half-baked alpha if I’ve ever seen one”, Billy snorted. 

While Steve and Billy talked, Eddie remained upstairs with Shawn, door closed in case they started to yell. At first, he was at a loss of what to do. He had expected to be downstairs with Steve, ready to support him like that. But his mate was right to have him stay here. Shawn also looked lost and untethered. It broke Eddie’s heart, seeing the pup and seeing himself in him. 

Too young to really know what to do with themselves when their parents got into it. Eddie sat on the floor and Shawn followed.

“They’re not yelling yet. That’s good”, Shawn said in a voice that betrayed how he knew it was only a matter of time before they did.

Eddie wanted nothing more than to wrap him up and protect him from all the bad things in the world. “Hey, don’t tell any of the other kids, but you’re my favorite.”

Shawn snickered. “Yeah, you’re dating my dad.”

“True, but you were my favorite even before that. I knew you for like a whole month before I met him.” And there were quite a few students that he’d rather not get involved in their personal lives, even if their parents were hot and single. The Harringtons had been a perfect storm of coincidences. Eddie might’ve risked it all for Steve, but with Shawn it wasn’t a risk.

“So does every teacher have a favorite?”, Shawn asked.

“I can’t speak for everyone”, he said. The way Steve spoke about his current class, it was like he’d birthed all two dozen of them. Eddie definitely had classes like that before. He also had groups of kids where, bless their heart, he only had one or two that didn’t actively make him want to walk into traffic. Of course the kids were none the wiser.

“Don’t worry about being a teacher’s pet though”, Eddie said. “The right ones will like you, the wrong ones will go either way.”

Shawn pulled his knees up to his chest. “What if a teacher hates me?”

It was hard to imagine a professional being particularly hard on someone who hadn’t even reached double digits yet. But it could happen. And Eddie knew how brutal middle and high school could be. More than one teacher had written him off or outright tried to sabotage him. 

“If a teacher hates you, tell ‘em your dad is the superintendent and can fire them.”

“Superman-ten-dance?”, Shawn laughed at the funny new word. 

“They’ll know what it means”, Eddie said, knowing Shawn wasn’t the type to talk back to an adult anyway. At least for now. 

Shawn was smiling now, his scent more calm than it had been when Eddie came into his room. Downstairs the shouting had started, Billy raising his voice to a boom. Shawn’s eyes darted to the door.

“Hey”, Eddie said, getting his attention again. “It’s going to be okay, alright. He’s not gonna hurt you. I won’t let him.”

Shawn’s shoulders shook as his eyes got wet and Eddie realized this was the first time he had ever seen him cry. “What if he hurts my daddy?”

Eddie didn’t hesitate to pick him up, holding him close and tight in his arms. He couldn’t make any promises about what Billy would and wouldn’t do. Especially when the man was probably calling the dame of his only child horrible things downstairs. The only thing he could do was give Shawn a safe place to cry right now. And promise him again that he’d be there after. He could hear Steve yelling something now but couldn’t quite make out everything between the closed door and Shawn’s sniffles.

But then a cry was heard - Steve’s.

And what sounded like a body hitting the floor.

Eddie set Shawn down on his bed. “Stay here until me or your dad comes for you.”

He bounded down that stairs just in time to see Steve push himself off the floor, holding his face. His mate was hurt. His. Eddie went to him, helping him the rest of the way.

“What did he do to you, what happened?”

Steve was panting a little. “He…he tried to…”

“Give him what he wanted”, Billy said, mouth a little bloody.

That was when Eddie noticed them. Teeth marks, poorly made but there they were, on Steve’s shoulder. The intent was clear. And it made Eddie see red.

Part 18 FINAL

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[vincentspissfleshlight]

sano hcs…. please feed me …..

I’m so sorry anon I’m working on them right now I’ll feed you anon!!

Here’s to my starving anon

TW: medical stuff, medical play, needles, slight NSFW mentions.

MINORS FUCK OFF!

Also none of EPs nasty ahh incest with Sano and Akira i don’t like it, nobody likes it.

Sano Kojima from BtD headcannons

Sano often falls asleep at his desk reading an anatomy book about bodies and such, he’s got piles of paperwork in a neat little pile.

His lab smells like cleaning chemicals, bleach and hospital disinfectant.

He likes complete silence while injecting someone with something new.

Clean freak, and I mean a real clean freak, changes his medical gloves and washes everything down every time he uses them.

Everything is neat and tidy, as they should be

I feel like he’d have OCD with things being tidy and clean AND neat

Is Matthew’s doctor, asks the usual questions: “have you been drinking and smoking while taking your medication, Matthew?” “Do I need to upper your dosages?”

Sano definitely has like a gentle soft voice, idk how to describe it but it’s definitely monotone and bored.

He thinks obnoxious people are quite annoying, loud and they hurt his ears

Sano always gets Akira to take Shawn out for a walk, he enjoys petting Shawn too.

Enjoys the heat sometimes, also likes the cold, his lab is at normal temperature but sometimes cold like a fridge

Don’t get me started about the doll room.. that place is CLEAN.. he always washes his other dolls and brushes their hair, using experience top of the top shampoo and conditioner and especially does their makeup too.. he’s obsessed.

Although sano is the older sibling, they get along with each other, Akira being protective of his brother Sano, which is understandable (nothing incesty!)

He’s actually somewhat kind when you’re really in good terms with Sano

Light blue.. like electric light blue.. would be his favourite colour or anything blue, like baby blue

Sano and his adoptive father (Cain) aren’t on good terms, Sano wants to do his own thing with his dolls while Cain thinks is absolutely ridiculous to do such things..

It’s cannon that Sano, Strade and Rire had a threesome.. EP drew it..

Sano has a thing for Strade (I have no fucking idea why)

Rire tried to have sexual relations with Sano, saying that he can make Sano feel better than Strade could (this was when Strade died)

Oh, Sano enjoys sushi trains too!

Speaking of food; he likes bento boxes and Japanese food, raw sushi and beef with ramen are his favourite, or definitely like those yucky ass healthy couscous meals.. Eughhh

If he had a favourite genre of music it would probably be classical or gentle violins 🎻

The only person who can make this stone cold snake demon smile is his brother, when Akira falls or does something stupid with Shawn, getting yeeted by Shawn running off and Akira getting thrown with him.

Fascinated by bugs.. especially centipedes (I fucking hate them) and spiders, anything venomous and dangerous, he likes to keep them to experiment or just take notes on.

Sano likes medical play, if you’re doing anything sexual in that manner with him, he’d want to inject you with something and see how your body would react to that.

Emojis: 🐍🩻🩺💙🔥

He doesn’t want to scar you, he’ll put his belt around your throat gently

Not particularly rough or aggressive like Vincent and Akira are, more of a gentle kinda sex, but still dangerous in its own way especially if he’s got you split open on his medical table.

No tattoos, just ear piercings that’s all.

He’s average down there, he sort of knows how to use it, but he’s not a virgin.

Currently curious about Vincent, curious about why he puts scars and wounds on his doll.

Goes to bed at 8:30pm and wakes up at 7am (fuck your perfect bedtime schedule)

Watches medical videos of doctors digging into brains and bodies.

Prefers to watch the snuff videos of people in hospitals getting dissected and being tampered with.

Gets slightly annoyed and firm when Matthew doesn’t listen to his medical advice, tells him “you have to listen to me, it’s required that you stop smoking and drinking whilst on these medications.”

Sano isn’t hot tempered, he’s not mad or aggressive.. his cold ass stare says everything.

Likes charcuterie boards and probiotic drinks especially those ones that are good for your gut.

Drives like a clean ass expensive car

I feel like he’d enjoy AHS—

NO HE LIKES HUMAN CENTIPEDE— AAAGHHH

watches murder crime movies/shows like Sev7n, house or something on Netflix (AT A RESPECTABLE HOUR)

Best fucking doctor there is around.. but nobody knows what he does in his spare time LOL

He’s a MURDERER!!

His bedroom is fucking spotless.. no dust or dirt ANYWHERE!!

Enjoy anon, I hope you are full now~ 🐍

[tameodesza]

the bodyguard

₊˚ʚ Bodyguard!Kevin x Male Escort!Shawn ⁺ॱ˖

₊˚ʚ Summary: Men threw themselves at Shawn all the time, but he felt empty inside. He was an object used to fulfill their needs. And at the end of the day, they went back to their lives, to their loved ones who were unaware of their dirty little secret named Shawn Michaels. AO3

Shawn’s fingers clawed at soft silk sheets. Moans flowed out of his mouth like a broken faucet as he rode his client until they were both seeing stars. Large hands tightened around his waist before the man took over, thrusting into Shawn at a rate that told him he was close.  

“Come on, daddy. Give it to me,” Shawn encouraged, his voice cracking at the end. 

After another hard thrust, Shawn was sent over the edge. He fell over in a heap, his arms no longer able to hold himself up as he came undone. He laid limp as his body continued to be used, come smearing between their stomachs at the force. It wasn’t long before the man went still, holding Shawn in place with a low groan as he spilled into his condom. 

Their hearts pounded in tandem, breaths ragged from exertion. The dewy sheen of their sweaty skin reflected off the flames of cinnamon-scented candles scattered around the fancy hotel room. Shawn took a deep breath, sighing blissfully at the spicy aroma that collided with the heavy smell of sex. It wasn’t typical for Shawn to linger, but this was his final client of the night – Hunter Helmsley. So, he was in no rush. 

Shawn buried his head into Hunter’s neck, wincing as the man pulled out. He shifted to rest on his elbow, a lazy smile on his lips as he watched Hunter tug off the condom and toss it aside. Just as Hunter reached for his clothes, Shawn said, “Come lay with me.” 

It was a command that had Hunter blinking in surprise, but he was quick to settle back in bed with the blond bombshell. “I thought you didn't do pillow talk.” 

Shawn trailed a finger across Hunter’s broad chest with a sly grin. “I make exceptions for my favorites.” 

“Favorites, huh? How many you got?” 

Shawn’s hand traveled slowly up Hunter’s chest, settling on the side of his neck. “You really wanna know?” 

He didn't. Part of the fun for Hunter was pretending that Shawn only had eyes for him. Hunter raised a hand, placing it softly onto Shawn’s cheek. “How much I gotta pay to be your only one?”  

Shawn lifted a brow in interest. He trailed his hand back down Hunter’s chest, swirling a finger teasingly around Hunter’s left nipple. “Depends on how much you think I’m worth, baby.”  

And there goes that charm that made men puddy in Shawn’s hands, the confidence he’d built since his stripping days.  

He was young, too young – freshly turned 18 – when he first hit the pole. It had been out of pure desperation and sheer survival to make some quick money after getting kicked out of his parents’ house. He knew it was coming. His parents had been counting down the days until Shawn would no longer be their concern. He had a troubled youth, and with his strict religious upbringing, he’d been a disappointment to the family one too many times. But no amount of preparation could've prepared him for how hard life would become. 

From hole-in-the-wall strip joints to discreet gentlemen’s clubs, Shawn went wherever the money was. With a pretty face like his, he became a hot commodity. But in just a short few years, he wanted out. Though stripping paid his bills, it was a cut-throat business. His inexperience had been taken advantage of. Promoters were shady. Dancers would smile in his face and stab him in the back. Men became too handsy. He’d been robbed after leaving the club twice – once at gunpoint. It had gotten scary, and it wasn't worth losing his life. 

Everything changed the night Shawn worked at a gentlemen’s club near the richer part of town. He got approached by a high profiler, Ric Flair. Shawn was used to guys hitting on him, but the request the man made was odd – accompany him to some social event as arm candy. Shawn initially brushed him off, but when Ric pulled out a stack of cash, offering him thousands of dollars for his time, that’s when Shawn learned how much his pretty face was worth. 

Ric was a well-connected man, and through him, Shawn was able to meet some of his most elite clients. Doctors, lawyers, top execs – all wealthy men that funded a lifestyle Shawn could only dream of. He played the game. He learned how to swindle men, how to make them feel special, how to make them fall in love with him. He learned how to adapt and become whoever they wanted him to be. 

They all seemed to have their own reasons for his services. Some were on the down low, married, or just looking for a good time with a cute guy. Shawn never cared to ask. He only cared about the money. He was lucky enough to not have to take his clothes off for most of them. But the more money got thrown his way, the blurrier the line between escorting and prostitution became. 

It was through Ric that Shawn met Hunter. Admittedly, Shawn knew more about him than he should – entertainment exec, closeted bisexual, unhappy marriage, hates his wife, staying in it for the kids. But Hunter was one of the sweeter guys Shawn serviced and one of his top spenders. It became the norm for Shawn to receive Rolexes, diamonds, and expensive cologne that Hunter would request Shawn to only wear for him. He spoiled him rotten, so the blond didn’t mind learning the little details of Hunter’s life that would slip into conversation. 

“You’re worth so much more than you know.” Hunter treaded a hand through Shawn’s hair, pulling the blond closer until their foreheads touched. He whispered, “You have no idea how much I want to make you mine.” 

Shawn’s smirk deepened. Men were too easy. “You have no idea how many times I've heard that. But it means so much more coming from you, daddy.”  

“Oh, yeah?” Hunter’s eyes went to Shawn’s lips, shifting closer until they’re just a breath away.  

Before he could move further, Shawn stopped him. “Ah, ah. You know the rules. Lips are off limits.” Except for one man. 

Just then, they heard a firm knock. Shawn’s eyes flitted to the door before looking back at Hunter. “Time’s up. Make sure to tip Diesel on the way out.” 

Hunter let out a deep sigh. He knew the drill by now, but it didn't make leaving any easier. “Sure thing.” He slinked out of bed and grabbed his boxers from the floor. Shawn made himself comfortable, taking in Hunter’s sculpted body one last time as he got dressed. 

After slipping on his shoes, Hunter pulled his wallet from his pocket, leaving a wad of cash on the nightstand. “Same time next week?” 

Shawn eyeballed the cash, noting that Hunter overpaid. “Whatever you want. I’m yours, Mr. Helmsley.” 

Hunter would’ve melted in a puddle had it not been for the persistent knock on the door reminding him to leave. He nearly jumped back when he opened the door to Shawn’s seven-foot- tall bodyguard looming over him like he was ready to pounce. Hunter slipped him a $100 bill as he exited the room, already thinking of another excuse to tell his wife, Stephanie. 

Diesel shut the door behind him, taking off his dark shades to observe the room. Shawn’s laced lingerie lay discarded on the floor near his skimpy robe. Money sat untouched on the nightstand. Candles still burned as sex lingered in the air. A used condom littered the floor. His boss was sprawled out on the bed, looking completely spent. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

Shawn gave a slack smile when his eyes met Diesel’s, making grabby hands towards his bodyguard. Diesel rounded the bed to Shawn’s side before sitting next to him. He placed a hand on Shawn’s head, tucking away loose hairs that were stuck to his face.  

“Are you good?” Shawn nodded, humming in content as Diesel lightly scratched his scalp. “Did he treat you well?” After another nod, Diesel said, “Use your words.” 

“Yes, big daddy.” A blush rushed to Diesel’s cheeks despite his stoic expression. Shawn snorted, always getting a kick out of making him squirm. But his laughter died down when he noticed Diesel reaching for the comforter. “You don’t believe me?” 

Diesel didn’t respond and Shawn didn’t fight him when he pulled back the comforter. Diesel went still when he saw the light bruises on Shawn’s hips and thighs.  

Shawn sat up with a sigh, hugging his knees to his chest. “Don’t look like that, big guy. I let him do it. Riding dick ain’t for the faint-hearted.” And when you rode dick as good as him, he couldn’t blame Hunter for wanting to keep a tight grip.  

That put Diesel a little at ease. He had to rough up a few of Shawn’s clients in the past who seemed to not understand the concept of consent.  

Diesel reached out a hand, rubbing at the knee that usually gave Shawn trouble. A slow smile spread onto Shawn’s lips. Diesel’s hands were always more tender than anyone who ever touched him. But his smile wavered when Diesel asked, “How long do you plan to keep doing this? You don’t have to-” 

“Hey. No being captain save-a-hoe.”  

“I’m not. I’m just asking. I mean, you’ve been doing this for a while now. You’ve made good money. You should give yourself a break.” 

Shawn was quiet for a moment. “I already told you – when I save up enough money to buy a ranch and get you a truck.” 

“Shawn-”  

“When all of this is over and I’m retired on my ranch, you deserve to focus on yourself for once. Start that trucking company you always wanted and hit the road.” 

It was a sweet gesture, one that made Diesel appreciate Shawn more than the blond knew. But at the moment, Shawn was his main priority. 

“Shawn, I don’t need a truck. I just need for you to be ok.” 

“I am,” Shawn emphasized. “Seriously. Stop worrying so much. You’ll get wrinkles.” 

That got a small smile from Diesel, which Shawn took as a win. “Unlike you, I don’t get paid for my looks. I’m paid to worry about you, blondie. Do you remember the last time you told me not to worry? You ended the session with your hair ripped out.” 

Shawn exhaled, subconsciously touching the spot where his hair had filled in. “Yeah. Bret was a kinky bastard, wasn’t he?” That was putting it lightly. 

It happened in Shawn’s early escorting days. The days before he knew what his boundaries were. Bret had been one of Shawn’s rougher clients. Shawn assumed he had some internalized homophobia based on their interactions. Their sessions were usually filled with gay slurs and hate sex that bordered on sadism.  

There were many times that Shawn should have walked away. But Bret paid really well. Shawn couldn’t afford not to keep up with his new expensive lifestyle. However, Diesel wasn’t happy to see the mess that Bret always left behind.  

The last straw came when Diesel was forced to stand by and hear Shawn’s muffled cries coming through the hotel door. He couldn’t tell if Shawn was really hurt or if it was part of the act, but Shawn never allowed him to enter until the session was over. When Bret left, Diesel hurried inside to find Shawn curled on the floor in the fetal crying, loose strands of hair surrounding him and his body covered in raised welts. It took hours of comforting Shawn to get him out of the poor headspace he was in.  

Shawn never told him what all happened that night, but it was the catalyst for them to create safe words and signals for Diesel to stop the session if things became too much.  

Shawn reached for Diesel’s hand, saying lightly, “Hunter’s one of the good ones, remember? If something went down, I would tell you. Promise.” 

Diesel looked down at their hands. He gave Shawn’s hand a squeeze, which was returned by the blond. “Did you at least finish this time?” 

Shawn answered as if it was obvious. “I always finish with Hunter. That nose of his isn’t the only thing that’s big on him.” 

“Didn’t need the details.” 

Shawn snickered and playfully tugged at Diesel’s arm. “But Kev-” 

“It’s Diesel,” he corrected.  

“Not to me.”  

There was a pregnant pause as they looked into each other’s softening gazes. Their relationship had been an odd one from the start. They met when Diesel worked security at one of the clubs Shawn stripped at. After Shawn got robbed the second time, Diesel offered to take Shawn home every night. Shawn didn’t have many friends, so he appreciated having someone look after him. When Shawn decided to do escorting full time, Diesel was the only person he trusted to keep him safe. 

They hooked up a few times between then and now, but made sure not to go any further than that. It made escorting much easier when feelings weren’t involved. But it was easier said than done. Shawn was a huge flirt. Diesel was a huge cuddler. Shawn was a good kisser. Diesel was a good fuck. The waters grew murky as they shifted between coworkers, friends with benefits, and something more complicated. 

Diesel glanced at the clock. “It’s getting late. Do you need anything? Water? Snacks?” 

“You.” 

Diesel lifted a brow with a humored breath. “Me? Well, lucky for you, I’m not going anywhere.” He was expecting Shawn to laugh as well, but all he received was a faraway look in Shawn’s eyes. 

“Why do you stay?” Diesel tilted his head, the abrupt question catching him off-guard. But Shawn didn’t give him a chance to respond. “Everyone leaves me, Kev. Family. Friends. Clients. But you? After all of these years, you’re still here. Why?” 

The question floated between them, echoing in Diesel’s head as he searched for an answer. In short, Shawn was his boss. Paid him handsomely. Gave him whatever days off he needed. Why would he ever want to leave the job? 

But that was a copout answer.  

It wasn't about the job. They had history. Diesel was one of few people that saw Shawn for more than his body. They got to know each other beyond the surface. He was more than a bodyguard. He was his friend, his protector, his emotional support human. And on lonely nights, his lover. As much as Shawn depended on him, Diesel depended on the blond just the same. Shawn had a hold on him, except this time it wasn’t a strategic ploy to get money or expensive jewelry like with other men. It was an organic connection between them.  

But that answer was deep, too deep for what they were. So, he said what needed to be said without saying too much. “Because I care about you.” Diesel held his gaze with Shawn, letting those words sink in. “I’m here because I want to be, not because I have to be, Shawn. And the day you decide to leave this lifestyle, I’ll still be here, protecting you from whatever comes your way.” 

Shawn wasn’t sure what he expected to hear, but that was exactly what he needed to hear. Men threw themselves at him all the time, but he still couldn't help but feel empty inside. He was just an object used to fulfill their needs. And at the end of the day, they went back to their lives, to their loved ones who were unaware of their dirty little secret named Shawn Michaels.  

Sometimes, he just needed to be reminded that he wasn’t alone, that he had more to offer than his body. Fortunately, he had Diesel by his side. 

Shawn nodded with a small smile. “Thank you.” And that was all that needed to be said.  

Diesel took a good look at Shawn and knew his role. “Alright, let’s get you nice and clean. It’s been a long night.” 

Shawn reached out his hands with a pout like a greedy child. “Carry me?” 

Diesel had to hold back his eye roll, but he did as he was told. Shawn giggled gleefully when Diesel scooped him out of bed bridal style. “Oh, how I love a man that takes care of me.” 

That’s how their nights usually ended – Diesel tending to Shawn after a session, cleaning him, dressing him, tucking him in bed, counting the money they made for the day. And sometimes, when it got later in the night, Shawn would give Diesel a soft kiss that grew into something more, a kiss that held a secret that neither would acknowledge in the morning. 

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5. Everything means nothing if I don’t have you

Some more fluffiness of my favorite couple.

Is someone even reading this? LOL!

Have fun! And I apologize for the mistakes in advance.

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June

Sophia hadn’t really left Shawn’s house much since they became official. They were unofficially living together, after the first week she had her own key, her own drawer and even her own working spot close to him. The first time they were apart was when Shawn had to go on a day trip for press, and neither of them were able to sleep that well that night. He was so used to her using him as her own personal pillow that he missed the way her head would always be laying on his chest, right above his heart. No matter how they would go to sleep without fail that’s how they would wake up. He felt unease and regret for not catching the 1a.m. flight after the red carpet and getting back to her sooner, he thought about calling her but he also didn’t want to risk waking her up. Just when he was about to give up and go read a book instead of sleeping he felt his phone vibrating.

“Hi Baby, I thought you were in dreamland when we hanged up” He said, remembering how he stayed on the phone with her to make sure she would sleep.

“Shawn” Her voice sounded trembly and he did not like that for one second.

“What’s up, Honey?” he asked switching the call so he could see her and make sure she was okay.

“I miss you”

“I miss you too, I will be home later today”. He said bitting on his lip and wishing he could hug her out of whatever was bothering her. “Did something happen?” 

“I had a nightmare” 

“You had a nightmare? Oh, I am so sorry, Lovey. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“You were coming back from the red carpet and someone shot you right before you entered the house. And then- then…” 

“Hey, I am okay. No bullets, I promise.” He said trying to calm her down. He also looked up the next flight he could take, since he had no hopes of getting back to sleep. “Baby I am changing my flight, I will be home in 3hs”.

“Wait, no Shawn, you should get some sleep. I shouldn’t have called you.” She said instantly getting worried.

“No, Honey, I couldn’t get to sleep without you anyways, don’t worry. We can sleep the whole day together with no nightmares.” He said, texting Andrew to let him know he was going home sooner, and getting up to get dressed and leave. 

- - - - - -

July

“So, are you officially living together or what?” Brian asked after crashing the couple’s breakfast for the 2nd time that week. Sophia had just left to go to the toilet so he jumped the question.

“Hm, I mean, no, not really”. Shawn replied, sounding a bit unsure. They hadn’t really discussed much about their living situation, although Sophia was not going to her house that much. Brian looked at him silently asking if he was sure about that. “She has her place with Connor remember?” 

“Do you remember?” He asked.

“Oh shut up”.

“Shawn, seriously, are you sure you two are not going way too fast? Don’t get me wrong, I know you haven’t been this happy since I have known you, but tour stats in a few months and I am just worried you might lose your sense of personal space or something” 

“Brian what are you talking about?”. He asked, really not understanding what Brian was up to.

“All I am saying is, it might be harder for you when you go away. I just don’t want you to have one more thing to be anxious over, that’s all.” He said, but before Shawn could think of a reply on how crazy Brian was sounding Sophia got back to the table and they dropped the topic. 

Sophia half heard the conversation and got a little self conscious, she thought she might be imposing her presence too much in Shawn’s space and she got worried about what Brian was saying. If he got back to touring and he was more anxious because of her she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself, so she made a personal note to go sleep home that night. Once Shawn was gone for the studio she made him a fresh batch of cookies, because he happened to mention he was craving cookies that morning, and then she got her book in the nightstand and her working equipment before driving for her house. 

“Hellooo”. She said as soon as she got inside, expecting Connor to be there. But then she remembered he would definitely be with Shawn in the studio, so she just ended up in her kitchen making herself some tea and getting back to writing. 

Shawn on the other hand finally got to finish his talk with Brian, this time with Connor also present while they were on their lunch break with takeout pizza, since Shawn didn’t wanna leave the studio and find a restaurant without paps.

“Connor, do you also think Sophia and Shawn are just going too fast?”. Brian blunted out making Shawn drop his pizza slice and look at him as of saying: not this again.

“As long as he has no intentions of breaking by best friend’s heart I think they are doing okay, you tell us Shawn”.

“I think Brian is way too invested in my love life all of a sudden”. Shawn said, getting a bit annoyed.

“Bro, I am honestly just worried about you”. He said putting up his arms in surrender.

“I thought about what you said this morning, and perhaps it was my mistake to not ask her to move in already. I know it might seem like we are going too fast, but I just really love her so much, and I wanna spend every single minute I can with her before we actually have to be apart for tour.” He explained. “And Connor I have no intention of breaking my soulmate’s heart, ever.” 

The boys continued to talk for a little bit before Shawn had to get back to rehearsals. Shawn was relieved when his day was over, he missed Sophia, and she hadn’t texted him the entire day, which was making him worry something was up. When he entered the house he immediately felt the smell of cookies in the air, it looked like she had just pulled them out of the over some minutes ago. 

“Babyyy, where are you? These are so good.” He said grabbing a cookie and going searching for her around the condo. He quickly noticed she wasn’t in any of her spots and her book and computer were also not in the house, so he grabbed the phone and called her.

Sophia completely forgot about her phone, she used to do that a lot whenever she would get lost in a book.

“Wait Shawn, I literally just got home. Phi, are you home?” Connor asked giggling between his keys, phone and camera bag. She wasn’t in the kitchen anymore, Connor went to look at her tiny library and found her very deep into reading. “Yeah she is here. Okay sure, I will let her know” 

“Oh hey Con, I swear I didn’t see you there”

“Yeah I noticed. Shawn is coming over by the way.” Connor said making his way to sit beside his friend. “He was super worried when he got home and your cookies were there but you weren’t” 

“Oh, that wasn’t my intention, I mean he did want cookies this morning, but I didn’t want to make him worried, I just thought I might give him some space today. Just in case. I have been over his house way too much”. She said, sounding a bit insecure.

“I personally don’t think he minds, but you can talk once he gets here”. He said giving her a kiss on the forehead and leaving her to get back to reading. Shawn was there in less than 15 minutes, and Connor opened up for him.

“She is reading”

Shawn walked inside and went straight to her library, he leaned on the door for a bit observing how focused she was in her book. Until she notice his presence and smiled at him making him instantly smiling back and getting close to her for a kiss.

“You got me worried, Missy” He said waiting for her to mark up her book before engulfing her in a tight hug.

“I am sorry, I just thought I might be way too much in your space, I don’t want to suffocate you”. She said making him frown. “I head a bit of what Brian was saying this morning.” She explained making him understand where she was coming from. 

“I am totally killing Brian tomorrow” He said making her laugh. “Baby you don’t suffocate me”.

“Are you sure? I mean I have been over a lot, and I know it’s not my house, and I don’t-” He interrupted her rambling by kissing her gently.

“I am sure. You could never suffocate me. And about that, I wanted to ask you something”. He said and she waited for him to continue. “Do you wanna just stay over indefinitely? Because, it’s no longer home without you.” 

“Really?”

“Mhm, oh and you can change whatever you want, let’s make it ours?” He said with a big smile on.

“Okay I think I would love that” 

- - - - - - 

August 

“Sweetie, I am sure my parents will love you, in fact I am sure they already love you.” Shawn said trying to reassure his girlfriend.

“Still, Shawn we have to make sure to welcome them properly, so please help me out with what I should cook for them”. She said, half ignoring what he was saying and coming back into what Connor would call the wonder hostess mode.

“Phi, are you sure you don’t want to just order take out? I don’t want you to stress too much about this.” He said, worried that she was overdoing it.

“No, that would make me a very bad hostess. I am not having that. You know that.” She said looking up from the list she was making to make sure he understood what she was saying.

“Okay, fine. I think that your Ravioli al Pesto will make everyone happy”. He gave in, receiving a smile back from her. 

“How about Tiramisu for dessert?”

“That’s perfect, Love.” He kissed her forehead. “My only condition is that you let me help you cook, it will make me feel better”

“But Shawn, you don’t really know how to cook”

“Teach me, please?”

And teach him she would, over the months Shawn learned probable more about cooking than he had his entire life, and he really was up to making the extra effort because she was constantly making him small things, brownies because he seemed sad, blue cookies because she was re-reading Percy Jackson, and many other instances in which she would learn his favorite treats and home made them. He wanted to be able to do the same for her, so he took it very serious.

There was something he was right about though, his family loved her, in fact he thought they might love her even more than he loved her, if that was even possible.

“Phi, you have to come to my Hockey game on Friday, I wanna talk more to you before my brother’s birthday when we have to be with everyone.” Aaliyah said by end of dinner, while helping Sophia with getting dessert.

“Really? I would love to come!” She said getting excited while finishing to cut the tiramisu pieces.

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Yes, go for it” 

“Is my Brother treating you right? Because I swear if he isn’t I will beat him up for you”. Sophia have out a loud laugh at that which made Shawn join the girls in the kitchen.

“What’s up?” 

“I am just checking with her that you are being a gentlemen since she is just way too good, I won’t allow you to break her heart.” Sophia blushed at Aaliyah’s statement and all of a sudden she was a bit overwhelmed by the attention and love the new Mendes was giving her.

“Never, but I appreciate you also taking care of my Angel”. Shawn said grabbing Sophia’s hand for a kiss on her forehead. “Isn’t she cute?” He asked his sister while Sophia conveniently hid her red face in his chest for a second.

“Shawn she might just be my favorite sister, sorry”. Shawn smiled and hugged his girlfriend while still paying attention to Aaliyah.

“I am okay with that”. Shawn said looking at his girlfriend and noticing how her eyes were full of tears.

“You guys are making me cry”. Sophia said, not knowing how to handle the love she was getting. “Come here”. She said hugging Aaliyah. “Thank you, I also can’t wait to have a sister”.

- - - - - - 

September

“So what’s your plan for today”. Connor asked Shawn, and he gave him a clueless look.

“Well, rehearsals? And probably call mom and dad tonight, why?”He questioned the blonde’s sudden interest for his day.

“Shawn you do know what day is today right?” Connor asked, and Shawn quickly revised his brain for something he might have missed, but nothing did come to mind.

“I have no idea what you are talking about Connor, where we supposed to do some external shooting for the doc and I am forgetting it?” Connor eyes widened in surprise for his answer.

“Dude, you are so screwed” 

“What? What did I do?” 

“Phi didn’t happen to mention today is her birthday, right? Why am I not surprised? She  never loved her own birthdays.” He said tapping his friend’s back in comfort.

“Connor, are you serious? Please tell me this is a prank?”Shawn asked fully entering panic mode when he realised he actually never asked his girlfriend when was her birthday, and it happened to be conveniently exactly a month after his, September 8th.

“I would never, here I sent her happy birthday this morning”. He said showing Shawn the text and Sophia’s thank you response.

“Holy shit, I need to go”. Shawn said, quickly looking around and gathering his things and his keys. “Can you smooth things with Andrew for today? I will talk to him later, and thank you, you are the best friend ever” He quickly said running out of the studio and into his car. 

He felt very bad, he never actually asked her when it was, and this week was very crazy with all the final preparations for the Global Citizen’s festival, and also Niall’s birthday coming up. 

“Fuck me, all week talking to her about Niall’s birthday and the festival”. He said gripping on the wheel, he remembered what she did for him on his birthday, she actually organised all the tiny details and baked his cake, he didn’t want anything big, so they all went with his family and the crew to a small retreat in her family’s countryside in London. She also had an amazing gift for him.

“Well, I know that you are allergic to dogs, so I thought maybe I could get you some other kind of best friend, plus Pinky was a bit lonely.” He replayed her words in his head and this new horse that was currently being taken care by her grandparent’s in their farm, and of course he was Pinky’s best friend. He remembered that she also explained to him that she had done a lot of research on anxiety after she was diagnosed soem years ago, and that Pinky helped her a lot, and that she wanted Shawn to also have that new kind of support whenever he had a break and things got too much. 

He quickly stopped at Sophia’s favorite flower shop on the way home. It was this very tiny shop owned by an Italian old lady, and he dropped by every week to pick her something, every time the previous flower was dying he would give her a new one. It was a nice tradition he started after hearing one of Sophia’s grandma story on how she fell in love with her grandpa because he would always bring her a flower, no matter if it was sunny or raining, everyday since they met he would give her a flower. He ended up getting a mixture of her favorites, little delicate white and purple daisies, scorpion grasses and lavender, wrapped with a classic white lace.

When he opened the door of their home it was already 17:00, so he was relieved to see music playing and the lights on. “Hi Baby, I am home”.

“In the kitchen”. She sounded happy, which was a bit of a relief to Shawn. He caught her finishing up the cake she had started the day before, lemon and rose flavoured, he remembered her saying when she asked him to test the filling. It didn’t crossed his mind that she was baking herself a cake, she was constantly baking so he really didn’t think anything different. “What do you think?” She asked, referring to her little cake, decorated with light pink frosting and some rose petals on the top.

“It’s very cute”. He said making his way to her and giving her a kiss. 

“Are these for me?” She asked noticing the bouquet with her favorite flowers on his hand.

“Yes”. He smiled back at her still amazed by the fact that she didn’t seem even the slightest mad at him.

“They are so pretty, thank you.” She hugged him and went to her vase to change her flowers.

“Your welcome, Baby.” He replied observing her untangling the flowers from the lace, taking the old ones, choosing a dying flower and putting inside her book, and then throwing the rest of them out. Without failure she would do that every week.

“Why did you get so many today?” She asked, noticing he got her way more flowers than he usually does. And he looked at her thinking that it wouldn’t surprise him if she forgot her own birthday, she was so worried about everything around her sometimes every so often she would need reminders that she was also important.

“Connor might have let it slip that today is someone’s birthday”. He said getting close to her and pulling the string of hair that escaped her braid out of her face. 

“Oh”. She looked guilty back at him.

“Yeah”. He smiled and gave her a slow kiss followed by a peck on her nose.

“I promise I was gonna tell you.” He giggled and hugged her.

“Happy Birthday, Baby. I love you.” He said kissing her one more time. “What happened that you didn’t tell me?” He asked softly keeping his hands on her back and his forehead on hers.

“After we came back from London, things were just so crazy, there was the iHeartRadio MuchMusic Video Awards, and then and you were so anxious about having to fly to Ireland and doing the festival in New York in a very short span of time, and also the finishing things for tour that have to be settled this until next month. I just didn’t want to bring up one more thing to make it even crazier.” She said explaining the reasoning behind her actions. Shawn immediately felt like she had somehow made him fall even more in love with her. “Also I am not the biggest on my birthdays, I much prefer other’s birthdays”. She bit her lip, nervously looking at him. “I am sorry”. She said, making his heart melt.

“I love you, you know that?” He said, giving her a big smile. “You truly are the kindest person I know”. He kissed her one more time. “Baby, none of these things are even a tiny fraction more important than you… -”

“Shawn… -”

“Wait, let me finish please?” She nodded. “I know things sometimes do get crazy in my life, and I really do appreciate every single thing you have done to support me these past weeks, I don’t think I could have done it without you. In fact I am sure I wouldn’t have managed it, at least not sanely.” He chuckled. “But I really don’t want you to think that you don’t have space to also share your important things, because I want to hear all of them, and I want to also help you get through all of them. You are as much important as I am in this relationship. And honestly, all of this, everything, it means nothing if I don’t have you. All of you.”

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Welcome to the Concept Café!

If you’re a writer or reader looking for inspiration, look no further.

Rules: Order a fic from the writer who reblogged this. Include who you want the fic to be written about and any of the following elements.

Dishes ~ Style

🥣 Bowl • Fluff

🍽️ Plate • Angst

🥡 Takeout • Smut (I’m not writing smut anymore but other writers might!)

Meals ~ Relationship Status

🥗 Salad • Married

🥪 Sandwich • Engaged

🌭 Hotdog • Dating

🍕Pizza • Just friends

🫕 Soup • Strangers

Drinks ~ Settings & Scenarios

🫙 Water • Boring afternoons together

🥛 Milk • Meeting their parents

☕️ Coffee • Morning kisses

🍵 Tea • Sick day

🧋Boba tea • Concert/music festival

🧃 Juice box • Coming out

🥤 Pop • Long-distance

🍸 Martini • Road trip/vacation

🥂 Champagne • Date night/anniversary

Snacks ~ Song Lyric Prompts

🍓 Strawberries • “Look at the stars // look how they shine for you // and everything you do” (Yellow, Coldplay)

🍌 Banana • “And I know that we can be so amazing // And baby your love is gonna change me // And now I can se every possibility” (Just Haven’t Met You Yet, Michael Buble)

🍇 Grapes • (All I got is one shot, one try // one go around in this beautiful life…) (Keep Me In The Moment, Jeremy Camp)

🍅 Tomatoes • “Cuz if I want you, and I want you, babe // Ain’t going backwards, won’t ask for space…” (Close, Nick Jonas)

🍊 Orange • “In the dark we’re barely holding on // then you rest your head upon my chest // and you feel like there ain’t nothing left…” (Flicker, Niall Horan)

🥕 Carrots • “If we ever broke up I’d call your dad // tell him all the shittiest of things you said…” (If We Ever Broke Up, Mae Stephens)

🫐 Blueberries • “Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life // say yes, say yes…” (Rude, Magic!)

🍉 Watermelon • “You don’t have to say you love me // you don’t have to say nothing…” (Adore You, Harry Styles)

🍐 Pear • “That seatbelt’s on your chest, hearing your heart, holding you down…” (Coffee, Tori Kelly)

🫑 Bell pepper • “

🫛 Pea pods • “Is it too late now to tell you that everything means nothing if I can’t have you…” (If I Can’t Have You, Shawn Mendes)

🫘 Beans • “If this is what it's like falling in love // then I don't ever wanna grow up…” (Kid in Love, Shawn Mendes)

🥜 Peanuts • “I’ll buy you anything // I’ll buy you any ring…” (Baby, Justin Bieber)

🍚 Rice • “But I knew you // trying to change the ending…” (Cardigan,Taylor Swift)

🧀 Cheese • “Here’s my number // so call me maybe…” (Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen)

🍟 Fries • “Stop the clocks, it’s amazing // you should see the way the light dances off your head…” (Afterglow, Ed Sheeran)

🍳 Egg • “I know times are getting hard // but just believe me, girl // someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar // we’ll have it good…” (Hey There Delilah // The Plain White T’s)

🥓 Bacon • Oh, I could have that voice playing on repeat for a week // and in this packed out room swear she was singing to me…” (Galway Girl, Ed Sheeran)

🍤 Shrimp • “There’s things I wanna say to you // but I’ll just let you live…” (Cinnamon Girl, Lana Del Rey)

🍣 Sushi • “I don’t want you to get lost // I don’t want you to go broke…” (Music For A Sushi Restaurant, Harry Styles)

🍥 Narutomaki • “Take me into your loving arms // kiss me under the light of a thousand stars…” (Thinking Out Loud, Ed Sheeran)

🥐 Croissant • “Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours // You in those little high-waisted shorts…” (Sweater Weather, The Neighborhood)

🥨 Pretzel • “When I first saw you from across the room // I could tell that you were curious…” (Perfect, One Direction)

🥯 Bagel • “Call me, baby, if you need a friend // I just wanna give you love…” (One Call Away, Charlie Puth)

🍬 Candy • “And when you smile // the whole world stops and stares for a while…” (Just The Way You Are, Bruno Mars)

🍭 Lollipop • “I met you in the dark // you lit me up…” (Say You Won’t Let Go, James Arthur)

🍫 Chocolate • “Strawberry ice cream // one spoon for two…” (Deja Vu, Olivia Rodrigo)

Sweets ~ Extra elements

🍰 Cake • Playful flirting

🍩 Donut • Kissing envelopes/love letters

🥧 Pie • Baking together

🍮 Custard • Sharing clothes

🥠 Fortune cookie • Sharing earbuds

🍪 Cookie • Sharing the last cookie

🥮 Mooncake • Holding hands in public

🍡Thing • Playing with each other’s hair

🍦Ice cream cone • Singing to lover

🍨 Ice cream dish • Feeling clingy

[prettiest-grrrl-inthemorgue]

If you still care, don't ever let me know

Warnings: none really, abuse is mentioned, cheating

Summary: Joey has the perfect life, and the perfect boyfriend, but what's happening behind closed doors?

Word count: 866

Authors note: this is gonna be a series, the first part is really short sorry, give me ideas.

Joey Is happy. He's in a relationship with the one and only Corey Taylor, He has a nice house in which he lives in with his lovely boyfriend, and he's in one of the most popular bands in the world, it's safe to say that life is good for Joey Jordison. That is if you're seeing it from the outside.

The truth is, Joey loves Corey, he really does, but Corey is an asshole. I mean everyone knows Corey is an asshole but behind closed doors it's far from comical. It started with Corey being “at the studio” all the time and staying super late. That was fine, Joey didn't really suspect anything. He knew Corey had to work and Shawn was always on his ass about everything. So that's fine.

Joey is happy.

But then Corey started forgetting about plans, he'd forget about dates for him and Joey, interviews, photoshoots, and even Joey's birthday. He also started yelling at Joey, throwing things when he got mad, sometimes throwing things a little too close to Joey's direction, but Corey definitely wasn't aiming for Joey. Of course not. Joey just tried to ignore it. Corey's just overwhelmed.

Joey is happy.

Then the hitting started. That's when Joey couldn't pretend anymore. Corey would come home, blackout drunk, reeking of whiskey, claiming he was at the studio. with Corey in this state, anything Joey says can cause a fight, And a fight always results in Joey getting hit. Now Joey didn't like getting hit of course, but It's ok because he loves Corey, and Corey loves him. Joey keeps living in his little fantasy world, telling himself that it's not abuse because Corey never hurts him “that bad” just a few bruises here, and a couple scratches there, he's fine.

Joey is happy.

Tonight is date night, or at least it was supposed to be. Joey read a cookbook and everything, just so he could cook a nice meal for him and Corey, he set their little two person table, and even lit a candle. He was proud of himself. Corey's at the studio, he said he'd be home by 6:00pm, Joey finishes setting up their date and adding the little finishing touches at 5:49pm, now all Joey has to do is wait. Joey sits down and admires the steaming hot meal he made, he's sure Corey will love it. After a while of waiting Joey looks at the time.

6:23pm

That's fine, so what if Corey's a little late?, he'll be here soon.

Joey sits there for a while longer, the food is no longer steaming. He looks at the time.

6:52pm

Oh. Corey's an hour late. Joey tries to stay positive. He pours a glass of wine, savors it a bit, takes his time drinking it, once he's finished he looks at the clock once again.

7:27pm

Joey frowns. Coreys still not here. The food is cold now, Joey can tell by looking at it. He pours another glass of wine just to pass the time.

At 8:06pm The front door opens and in, stumbles Corey. Joey's still sitting there with their cold dinner.

“Hey baby, you cooked dinner?” Corey asks, clearly drunk, he slumps down into the chair and picks up his fork.

“It's cold” Joey replies blankly, not looking at Corey. Corey looks up from the food at Joey.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asks, suddenly upset.

“I don't know, maybe I'm a little sad that you're late for the date we had planned for almost a week. Really late.” Joey answers, trying to stay calm. Corey scoffs.

“Oh, boo fucking hoo, I missed out on your shitty food” he mocks, slamming his fork onto the table, causing Joey to flinch. Joey frowns at Corey's immaturity. He decides to change the subject.

“You're cheating on me aren't you?” he asks calmly, it's more of a statement than a question. Corey's eyes widened.

“Why the fuck would you think that?” He asks, anger clear in his voice.

“Stop lying, I called Shawn, you weren't at the studio tonight, and I'm sure as hell you haven't been there the other nights you get home late, I'm not stupid Corey” Joey responds accusingly, his voice shaking slightly.

“It's not a big deal Joey” Corey muttered.

“So that's it? You're not even gonna try to deny it?” Joey asks in disbelief, Corey just shrugs his shoulders.

“You already know I wasn't at the studio so why should I lie? You wanna know where I was? I was fucking some chick in a bar, and you know what? She was so much better than you” Corey spits out. Joey's trying not to cry, how could the love of his life care about him so little? He stays silent, Corey speaks again.

“You're being so dramatic Jo, it's not like we're married or anything” he added, cracking open a beer and taking a swig from it. Joey laughs dryly, almost emotionless as he reaches into his pocket, trying not to let the tears in his eyes spill.

“Yeah, well we could have been” Joey mumbles, throwing a ring box onto the table.

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: This gif is the perfect visual for the chapter I love it. And also happy birthday Nico ig -Danny Words: 2,237 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: '305' -by Shawn Mendes

VII: I'm Gonna Wing It (Famous Lasts Words)

Ara is keeping an eye on the nymphs while Leo gets a makeover from Hazel and Echo. Ara's considering slashing her way through the crowd, which is far easier and faster than what Leo wants to do, when he comes out fully changed.

"We're ready."

"Alright—" Ara covers her mouth to stop herself from laughing. She looks at Leo wide-eyed, unable to play it cool.

"I know," the boy puts welding goggles on, sounding as uncomfortable as he looks. "Would you still love me if I looked like this all the time?"

Ara's voice is muffled by her hand. "I'd have to think about it."

"Awesome," he grumbles. "C'mon..." 

Once they reach the pond, Leo starts shouting. 

"Leo is the coolest!"

"Leo is the coolest!" Echo repeats.

"Yeah, baby, check me out!"

Ara clears her throat. "Y-Yeah, he's... so cute!"

"Get it together!" Leo whispers grumpily.

"He's so awesome!" She tries again, struggling to keep a straight face. "Look at him!"

"Look at him!" Echo cheers.

"Make way for the king!" Two minutes ago he was acting like he loathed the idea, but right now he doesn't seem to hate it much. "Narcissus is weak!"

"Weak!"

"Leo is the twentieth-century Adonis!" Ara claims.

"No autographs, girls. I know you want some Leo time, but I'm way too cool," he disperses the crowd. "You better just hang around that ugly dweeb Narcissus. He's lame!"

"Lame!" Echo clamors.

"He's sooo boring," Ara sighs.

"What are you talking about?" A nymph scowls.

"You're lame!" Yells another one.

"You know how ugly Narcissus is?" Leo continues. "He's so ugly, when he was born his mama thought he was a backward centaur—with a horse butt for a face."

The group of nymphs gasps in horror. Ara's starting to have fun with the skit, and if there's something invariant about her, is that she loves putting on a show.

"You know why his bow has cobwebs?" Leo counts. "He uses it to hunt for dates, but he can't find one!"

"Leo's the real catch, ladies!" Ara adds a telemarketer tone to her charmspeak, which tends to make it more efficient. "This is your one chance to get him!"

The nymphs start to get antsy, they don't wanna miss out. 

"Who are you?" Narcissus frowns, though he's still staring at himself.

"I'm the Super-sized McShizzle, man! I'm Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy."

"Love a bad boy!" Echo squeals.

"Narcissus is a loser! He's so weak, he can't bench-press a Kleenex. He's so lame, when you look up lame on Wikipedia, it's got a picture of Narcissus—only the picture's so ugly, no one ever checks it out."

"What are you talking about?" Narcissus looks up frowning. "I am amazing. Everyone knows this."

"Amazing at pure suck," Leo taunts him. "If I was as suck as you, I'd drown myself. Oh wait, you already did that."

Ara laughs, it's so contagious that the nymphs feel compelled to join her. The whole group of girls giggles and Narcissus looks a little less cool and collected. Ara spent so much time with the nymphs when she was little, that she knows exactly how to turn them against him.

"Narcissus's such a dull guy! Leo is an adventurer, he has a thousand stories to entertain you forever!" There's a choir of ah's, and oh's at this, and she keeps going like reciting a fairytale. "He has a ship the size of this island! Leo knows everything and can build anything! He's a genius!"

Leo's delighted with Ara's description of him, he stares at the girl with a lovesick gaze—though Ara can't see it through his goggles—and forgets he's supposed to be distracting Narcissus too.

"He's the funniest guy you'll ever meet!" Ara continues. "And when he laughs, it's really cute too!"

"Really cute," Echo agrees dreamily, Ara's words getting to her as well.

"He's not great with words, but he's sincere and..." She stares at him, her skin glowing. "He loves with his whole heart. Even if sometimes you're mean for no reason."

"Don't say that," Leo replies in a soft-spoken tone. "You're good."

They lock eyes for a moment, and then she gives a start, remembering they were in the middle of a heist. "So, yeah!" She turns to the nymphs. "Did I mention he has a bronze dragon?"

Leo snaps out of it too. "Wow, honestly, I am so awesome!"

"So awesome!" Echo claps excitedly.

"He is funny," a nymph agrees, touched by Ara's monologue. "And he is interesting."

"And cute, in a scrawny way," another one adds.

"Scrawny? Baby, I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot. And I GOT the scrawny. Narcissus? He's such a loser even the Underworld didn't want him. He couldn't get the ghost girls to date him."

"Eww," a nymph wrinkles her nose.

"Eww!" Echo repeats enthusiastically.

"Stop!" Narcissus gets up. "This is not right! This person is obviously not awesome, so he must be... He must be tricking us." He looks back to the water. "The bronze mirror is gone! My reflection! Give me back to me!"

"Team Leo!" A nymph shouts randomly.

"I'm the beautiful one!" Narcissus states. "He's stolen my mirror, and I'm going to leave unless we get it back!"

"There!" One fangirl points to Hazel, running as fast as she can while carrying the big chunk of metal.

"Go!" Ara hurries to seize Leo.

"Get it back!" A nymph squeals.

"Yes! The first one who gets that bronze, I will like you almost as much as I like me. I might even kiss you, right after I kiss my reflection!"

The nymphs lost it at that.

"Leo, run!" Ara pushes him forward.

"Kill those demigods!" Narcissus orders. "They are not as cool as me!"

Ara insults him in ancient Greek, gesturing something so rude that some nymphs clutch their imaginary pearls. "Stand back or I'll slash your signed posters!" She threatens them.

Leo and her reach Hazel, and the boy picks up a side of the celestial bronze so they run faster. Ara draws out Almighty and presses on the alpha twice, turning it into a spear that keeps the nymphs at a proper distance.

Arion is nowhere to be seen yet. Hazel hands Leo the chunk of metal and stands next to Ara with her sword in hand, Echo opens her arms protectively in front of Leo, she's got no weapons but looks determined to protect him.

"Echo?" Leo speaks in a voice full of esteem. "You're one brave nymph."

"Brave nymph?" She looks at him over her shoulder.

"I'm proud to have you on Team Leo," the boy tells her. "If we survive this, you should forget Narcissus."

"Forget Narcissus?" She hesitates.

"You're way too good for him."

Ara can't believe Leo is giving a nymph self-love advice. He's not the same boy he was six months ago when she had to constantly hype him up after every little mistake. Maybe that's why he thought Narcissus could change, even after all these centuries. Perhaps that applies to her too.

Arion comes out of nowhere and lifts a cloud of lime around Narcissus and his group of fans, giving them enough time to escape. Ara helps Hazel to get on the horse and then she goes up. Leo pushes the celestial bronze up so the girls can hold it in place. 

"I love this horse!" He laughs.

The nymphs collapse, coughing and gagging. Narcissus stumbles around, swinging his bow like trying to hit a piñata. Ara tries to pick up Leo, but he steps back.

"We can't leave Echo!"

"Leave Echo," the nymph replies.

Leo turns to her in disbelief. "Why? You don't think you can still save Narcissus..."

"Save Narcissus," she stated confidently.

Leo tries to argue, but Echo kisses his cheek and then pushes him closer to the horse. Maybe Ara isn't the jealous type after all, 'cause that interaction doesn't bother her in the slightest. Forget the bad boys, Leo is the kind of boy no one takes seriously, but if you give him a chance, he never lets you down, that's what girls truly love.

Maybe that's the reason why they're a good team, because Ara is a troublemaker, and Leo is a troubleshooter.

"Leo, come on!" Hazel urges him.

"Yeah," he swallows, struggling to tear his eyes away from Echo. "Yeah, okay."

Ara pulls him up and he holds onto her waist. She holds the Celestial bronze with one arm while holding onto Hazel with the other, and Arion takes them away.

Leo slips off the horse and Ara jumps off right after. As he struggles to steady the sheet of bronze, the girl grabs his face and plants a kiss on his lips.

"I'd love you even if you looked like this every day," she grins. "I don't think you'd ever have to worry about your looks as long as you keep doing good things like what you tried to do for Echo and Narcissus."

Leo's body lights up like a match and the celestial bronze slips off his grip, but Ara catches it before it slams on the ground. Hazel helps them take the chunk of metal below decks, and they try not to make noise near Jason's room, but as they walk past, they discover he's awake.

"Hi, Ken!" Ara beams. "So happy you're back. You've been in a coma for—"

"Gods of Olympus!" Piper makes a face when she sees Leo. "What happened to you?"

"Long story," he takes off the goggles. "Others back?"

"Not yet."

"Dammit," Leo looks at Jason and smiles. "Hey, man! Glad you're better. I'll be in the engine room."

"Tell the others to take the stuff there once they're back!" Ara tells them, following Leo out of the hall.

They place the sheet of bronze on a table, and unbeknownst to Leo, she stares at him with glossy loving doe-eyes while he starts working. Annabeth and Frank show up soon after looking even messier than them.

"I thought we'd gotten the worst deal," Ara smirks. "Glad to see I was wrong."

"I'll take care of the engine, Ara, see what you can do to fix the shell," Leo focuses on the task, but his tone is warm when he speaks to her.

"Alright," Ara leans closer to kiss his cheek, then notices the lipstick stain Echo left there and moves away smirking. She doesn't wipe it off. "See you in a bit!" She kisses his temple instead.

Ara inspects the deck: the foresail is clearly the priority, so she grabs a tool belt—not as cool as Leo's but still gets the job done—a pair of safety gloves, and pulls down the heavy fabric to fix it.

A few feet away from her, Percy is directing the waters so the nymphs can't get any closer. She knows he'll try to talk to her again, but she's in a better mood now, so she's willing to listen. After half an hour, her brother approaches. 

"Need help?"

"Pull that side?" Percy obliges, but Ara can feel him staring. "If you've got something to say, now's the time, Nemo."

"I want to know how it happened..." He says right away. "You and Leo."

Ara glances at him, trying to decode what he means by that. "Like it always happens, I guess. Two people meet, they catch feelings, and date."

"I know how that works," he frowns. "But I don't get it. You weren't interested in dating for so long and then—"

Ara snorts. "I never sworn out of love, you know? I didn't have a reason to be interested in it until now. It's that simple."

"So Leo showed up and that was enough to change your mind?"

"Yeah?" Ara raises a brow. "I fell in love, Percy. It was bound to happen one day. You were all expecting it. In fact, I think some of you were eager to see it happen."

"Not really," he frowns. "I was okay with how things were."

Ara looks away flustered. It's alright when she talks about it with her friends, but to admit her feelings in front of Percy is a whole different thing. She's embarrassed, perhaps even a little humiliated, though she doesn't know why.

"You're sure you're in love?" Percy asks worryingly. "You barely know him—"

"I've been dating him for six months," she scowls, focusing on sewing the fabric. "You and Annabeth dated four months before you went missing, and you never said I love you to each other?"

Percy's body lights up red, but he's blushing a lot. Ara stops what she's doing to look at him.

"You never..." she starts with genuine shock. "Wow. You guys are milking it down for all its worth, huh?"

"That's not the point," Percy dismisses it. "I'd known Annabeth for years, and I have reasons not to trust Leo—"

"Are you kidding me?" Ara finishes the patching up and stands. "You don't even know half of what he's done for me! You, out of all people, should be grateful that he's got my back. But why would you, right? You want me to fail so you can say 'I told you so.'"

Percy makes a face. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Really?" She continues heatedly. "The way you call me 'General' like it's a game, and how I have to ask you more than once to do things because you don't listen to me. Bringing you along, it's only making things harder for me."

"What?" He asks, looking stunned. "No—"

"Just be honest," Ara looks at her brother with frustration. "Do you think I'm weaker than you?"

Percy's speechless. "I... I know you've grown, but you're still—"

"We grew up together, Percy. I got older at the same time as you did, and you keep forgetting that. You also forget that it's been half a year since you last saw me," she starts setting the foresail back in its place. "Don't question my decisions ever again, or I'll make sure you don't forget who's in charge."

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[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

If you write for MJF, can I request Max being his usual mean and nasty self to everyone else but being super kind around his girl? Everyone would be so bewildered by the sudden change when she walks in the room and he’s suddenly super sweet😭

Thanks for requesting MJF, I love the little shithead. And I agree with you, Max is so soft at heart...at least for his lady. Hope you like it!

Get Out (MJF x Reader)

"Un-fucking-believable! Where the hell do they breed idiots like you? The place needs to be evaporated!" Maxwell was furious. Just yesterday, he told the production team he needed an assistant that was smarter than 'Mark' or whatever his name was . And today, they brought HER in. She was even dumber, and he didn't think that was possible.

"I specifically told you I wanted pink and yellow roses, a dozen each. Didn't I?"

The small woman in front of him couldn't answer, she was too busy trying to suppress her sobs. It didn't help much, the tears were streaming down her face nonetheless.

"ANSWER ME!" Maxwell's voice bounced off the walls, and his new, soon to be fired assistant finally gave a weak 'yes' as reply.

"Then why the fuck are these just yellow roses?!"

The female whiped away some tears with her sleeve before mumbling the florist didn't have any pink roses today.

MJF got real close to her face, the tips of their noses almost brushing. Then, he put his finger to his ear and yelled once more. "Speak up!!!"

"Max, come on. Just let it go." Even Shawn pitied the poor woman, and that had to mean something.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Spears, I can't remember asking for your opinion." Just as he was about to get into his friend's face, there was a knock on the door.

When he turned around and prepared himself to yell at whoever interrupted his rant, he saw your head pop in. "Hey babe. Can I come in? Or is now a bad time?" His whole face lit up once he heard your voice, it was simply music to his ears. He swiftly moved over to you to to pull you into a tight hug.

"Awww, Princess, there is never a bad time for you to show up." His voice was saccharine, the love and admiration he had for you prominent in every syllable. He brushed his nose against yours before softly pecking your lips.

It was always funny to Shawn how MJF's voice just changed once you were around. Everybody backstage loved you, and although you were a nice person, it was mostly due to the fact that once you were there, MJF would leave everybody else alone. Shawn knew that now was the time to dismiss himself, and so he left without another word.

The assistant, whose name MJF couldn't even remember, apparently didn't get the memo and still stood in the exact same spot. When Maxwell noticed, he motioned for her to leave and added a quiet 'get out' to get his point across. She really was dumber than Mark, because even then she didn't move. He walked over to her, Burberry scarf waving around his neck when he gabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her towards the door. "Get. Out." He emphasized once more before finally pushing her out of the room. After he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it and sighed.

"Aww, baby, are you having a rough day?" You said to him as you walked over and started playing with his scarf.

He then realized he had forgotten about the roses, and moved over to hand them to you. "I'm really sorry, I know you like pink roses, too, but-"

He gave you a lopsided grin as response. "Everything's fine now that you are here, Princess." You smiled at the pet name, you always thought it didn't suit you. You were by no means close to what you imagined a princess to be, but Max disagreed. To him, you were perfect. Perfectly mannered, perfectly shaped, perfectly everything. And the best part of it: You were all his.

"They're beautiful, Maxie. I love them." You stated before inhaling the smell of the flowers and then setting them down on the table.

"And I love you, Maxwell." You added as you ran your fingers through his hair.

He smiled at you before leaning down to capture your lips once more, tender at first, but growing more and more needy with each passing second.

And then there was another knock on the door. Max pulled away, his face distorted with anger. He couldn't wait to see the idiot that was dumb enough to interrupt his tender moment with you.

When the door opened, it was his assistant again.

"I am really sorry, but I forgot my pho-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Maxwell had grabbed the phone off the table and threw it into her general direction, so fast and hard that she didn't stand a chance to catch it. With a loud crack, it hit the concrete floor.

MJF glared at her before shouting another 'Get out'.

"Baby, I think you should try to be a little bit nicer." You scolded him.

"But Princess, am I not treating you nicely?"

"You do. But I was talking about being nice to OTHER people. Please? For me." You gave his arm a light squeeze, loving the feeling of hus muscles flexing beneath your touch.

He rested his forehead against yours and sighed. "Alright, I'll try. For you."

[yournameoneverypage]

When You're Ready

Reader request: Shawn Mendes x (y/n). "Shawn is on tour and invites the reader to the show so he can ask her to be his girlfriend and he sings When You're Ready, but Camila shows up and the reader is convinced that it's for C and not for her."

Word Count: ~3.7

Notes: Mostly fluff with brief moments of angst, and a smut ending.

Warnings: NSFW

~ * ~

(Y/n) stood at baggage claim at LAX, waiting for her blush-colored suitcase to roll by on the carousel. She was going to be in California for almost a week. Why? Well, her best friend was Shawn Mendes and he was currently on tour. He was missing her something fierce, he had said, and he wanted her to come see him.

Shawn had two sold out shows, consecutive nights, at the Staples Center followed by a show in San Francisco three days later, so why not make a week of it? His idea, but the second he mentioned it she was on board. She’d figure it out, find a way to make it work.

Any time she got to spend with him was both treasured and torturous. But she would go through the pain and heartache over and over again if it meant nearly a week with her most favorite person.

See, the thing was, (y/n) had been in love with Shawn for nearly as long as she had known him.

~ * ~

After retrieving her bag, (y/n) went in search of her driver. Shawn had said he or she would be holding a sign with her name on it. Shawn had a few interviews to do that morning, so (y/n) would be taken to his hotel to wait for him to finish, and then they’d have the entire afternoon and evening to spend together.

Aside from the aforementioned interviews, this was a day off for Shawn and he wanted to make the most of it because the Staples Center shows were the following two nights, and there wouldn’t be much down time during the days with soundchecks, meet and greets, and Q&As before showtime. Fortunately they would have more time to spend together between LA and San Francisco.

(Y/n) located her driver, who smiled brightly and introduced himself as John. He took her bag and engaged her in friendly chatter as he led her toward an idling Range Rover.

Who left a vehicle like this idling curbside at the airport?

John opened the rear passenger door for her with a knowing grin. (Y/n) started to climb in before she even noticed him.

“Shawn!” She almost tipped over into his lap reaching across the seat to hug him.

“Surprise, babe!” he chuckled into her ear.

“You’re here!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t collect you myself, but as much as I love my fans, I didn’t want to get stuck here for a half an hour taking selfies.”

“I thought you were in interviews all morning.”

“I was. I was hoping to come with John to pick you up, but I honestly didn’t know how long all the interviews were going to take so I didn’t want you to be disappointed if I said I would be here but then wasn’t.”

He was always so thoughtful; it was one of the many, many things (y/n) loved about him. She linked her hand with his between them, squeezed, and smiled. “I missed you.”

With a grin, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Missed you, too. So much. I’m so happy you’re here,” he breathed.

~ * ~

The day flew by way too quickly.

Once Shawn got (y/n) checked in and settled at the hotel, in a room that adjoined his, they grabbed lunch at one of Shawn’s favorite places.

It was (y/n)’s first ever visit to Los Angeles. Shawn had asked her if there were any specific things that were on her must do/see list, and he’d take care of everything.

They visited the Griffith Observatory, and strolled down the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

(Y/n) thought, and Shawn agreed, that too much attention might be drawn to them if he was spotted along Venice Beach or the Santa Monica Pier, as he had already been approached a few times during their activities earlier in the day. (Y/n) had been understanding and supportive of him spending a few minutes chatting with his fans and taking photos. She actually took a few of the photos herself.

Another day, he promised.

Instead, they spent a good part of the late afternoon and early evening at the Getty Center Museum.

They had dinner in Little Tokyo, followed by drinks at a tiki bar. Only one for (y/n) because she was a lightweight and tiki drinks were known to be quite strong. Shawn stopped after two, as he had a full day the next day and didn’t want to risk waking up with a hangover.

Back at the hotel, freshly showered, in pajamas, and in Shawn’s room, stretched out on his king-sized bed, Shawn and (y/n) ordered something from room service to share.

Even though they had chosen a movie to watch, they were too busy talking and laughing to pay much attention to the television.

~ * ~

Staples Center, Day One, had (y/n) immersed in the thick of things with Shawn, his band, and his crew. She knew only a few of them and was introduced to many more. Her laminated pass was the same as what everyone else had, giving her access to anything and anywhere she wished.

She soaked up as much as possible.

Shawn didn’t always attend soundcheck with his band, but for (y/n) he definitely wanted to be there so she could fully experience it. She stayed backstage, chatting with Shawn’s people while he did his meet and greet photos. She sat in on his Q&A session but stayed unobtrusively toward the back of the room. She could talk to him whenever she wanted; this was his fans’ time with him.

The concert was unbelievable, as (y/n) knew it would be. Shawn always left his heart and gratitude on stage.

That night they were in (y/n)’s room, she on one of the doubles, Shawn in the other. He was still a little high on adrenaline, asking her how she enjoyed the day, and especially how she enjoyed the show.

She knew it wouldn’t be long before he completely crashed out. When he did, he was still in her room.

~ * ~

Staples Center, Day Two, was much the same, although they started the day with Shawn dragging (y/n) to the gym to work out with him. They also skipped soundcheck to get lost together in the backstage corridors.

The closer it came to showtime, the more anxious Shawn seemed to get. He had a different vibe about him than he had the night before.

While eating dinner, (y/n) asked him if everything was alright. He assured her everything was amazing; it just felt like something big was about to happen and he hoped it would turn out to be a good kind of big.

~ * ~

Again, the show was absolutely incredible, although after the song he normally ended with, before acknowledging his band and going into the encore, he tried to quiet the deafening audience with a finger pressed against his lips.

Of course, it was futile. He just laughed, somewhat nervously, and said, “This song is for someone very special to me. Someone who is here tonight. I want her to know how I feel about her...”

That seemed to get everyone’s attention.

Shawn found (y/n) in the audience, met her eyes, and smiled adoringly.

Maybe I had too many drinks But that's just what I needed I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited When I look across the room, and you're staring right back at me Like somebody told a joke and we're the only ones laughin'

(Y/n)’s heart started thumping. He couldn’t be singing this for her, could he...? He had never expressed any interest in her as more than a friend. Had he?

Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you Familiar disappointment every single time I do Every single night my arms are not around you My mind's still wrapped around you

A couple of girls beside (y/n) bent their heads together and pointed to something or someone standing to the side of the stage. Shawn seemed to notice, as she had, and looked toward the side stage.

She followed his line of vision to see Camila standing there, beaming brightly. She put her fingertips to her lips and blew him a big kiss.

(Y/n) didn’t notice, over the dizzying blood rush in her head, that Shawn seemed to stumble a little through the chorus.

Baby, tell me when you're ready I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready I'm waitin'

He glanced once more toward Camila, but just as quickly his smile settled again in (y/n)’s direction. His voice steadied and grew stronger.

What if my dad is right When he says that you're the one No, I can't even argue I won't even fight him on it Call you when it's late And I know that you're in bed 'Cause I'm three hours back Seems like you're always six ahead

(Y/n) smiled back, although it seemed more reflexive than genuine, as her heart was currently crumbling to pieces. She tried her hardest to be happy for her best friend and the woman he was currently confessing his feelings for, on stage, in front of everyone.

Don't know why I tried 'Cause ain't nobody like you Familiar disappointment every single time I do Every single night my arms are not around you My mind's still wrapped around you

Baby, tell me when you're ready I'm waitin' Baby, any time you're ready I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now If you haven't found somebody I promise, I'll be around Tell me when you're ready I'm waitin', yeah

And if I have to, I'll wait forever Say the word and I'll change my plans Yeah, you know that we fit together I know your heart like the back of my hand...

Before the song ended, overwhelmed, unable to continue her façade, (y/n) had slipped from the crowd and backstage.

She wasn’t sure where to go once she was backstage. She was fighting back tears, so her vision was blurry, but she didn’t want to stop to ask anyone how to get out of the venue because they might ask why she was crying and then it would all turn into one big mess.

A voice from behind her asked, “You’re Shawn’s friend, right? Are you looking for his dressing room?” Was she? Would she be able to face him after his encore and bows?

“Yes, please,” she found herself answering.

“End of the corridor, turn right, first door on the left.”

(Y/n) nodded her thanks and began to follow the directions she was given. She wasn’t sure if it would be the first or last place anyone would be looking for her.

~ * ~

Shawn burst into his dressing room, out of breath from the end of his show and running around looking for (y/n). Incredibly relieved to see her, he gasped, “Are you okay? What happened?? You just disappeared!”

“I’m sorry. I just needed a few minutes.”

“In the middle of the most important song of the night?”

Her voice cracked. “I said I was sorry.” And she was. She should have stayed till the end. “I was caught off guard.”

“Oh no, babe. Shit! I’m sorry, (y/n). I overwhelmed you, didn’t I? I shouldn’t have made it so public. It should have been a private conversation. Forgive me?” he whispered.

“Of course. You’re my best friend and I’m happy for you,” she smiled softly, truly. And she was. His happiness meant more to her than anything else. It was just going to take some time to refortify her heart. “I wish you and Camila the best.”

“Camila?” Little wrinkles formed between his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean, what am I talking about?” she puffed.

Suddenly Shawn started laughing.

(Y/n) placed her hands in the center of his chest and pushed him away, unamused.

He caught her wrists and pulled her to him. “I wasn’t singing that song for her.” He placed her hands over his heart and covered them with his own. “I was singing it for you, my beautiful, clueless, wonderful, precious love.”

“What?” she exhaled.

“I finished singing and looked for your eyes, only to find you gone.”

“I don’t understand,” she whispered.

“I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. Not Camila. You, (y/n). In front of the entire Staples Center audience. Why did you think I wanted Camila?”

“You kept looking at her side stage.”

“I glanced at her twice,” he contended, lightheartedly. “I was surprised. I didn’t expect her to be here tonight. It’s true that she recently told me she has deeper feelings for me-”

“And you have always had feelings for her.”

“I had feelings for her. Past tense. Before I met you. Are you really arguing with me about how I feel about you?” he smirked.

“But you didn’t sing that song last night, when Camila wasn’t here.”

“You are!” he laughed again.

“Stop laughing!” she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from giggling, her heart blooming with hope. She then whispered, “Did you really mean it?”

“Oh, darling...

“If I had professed my feelings last night and you had turned me down, I don’t think I would have been able to get through tonight. Telling you tonight, when there were three days before San Francisco, would have either given us time to disappear together for a few days, or would have given me time to sort myself out if you didn’t want me the way I want you.

“Please tell me you want me.”

(Y/n) wanted to scream, yes, I want you!, but instead she teased, trying to keep a straight face, “I don’t know. Any boyfriend of mine has to be a good kisser. Are you a good kisser?”

“I am a fantastic kisser,” he grinned. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and slid his hand to the nape of her neck.

“Prove it.”

His other hand circled her waist, fell against the small of her back. He leaned in, watched her eyelids flutter, then close, and gently guided her lips to his.

She had imagined this moment for so long but it was much more than she had ever expected. Thousands of thoughts were forced away to make room for one single idea. How could one kiss cause the world to fall away around her?

“Shawn,” she said, breathless, easing away.

“Still proving it,” he murmured. He softly licked at the seam of her lips, and when she responded he deepened their kiss. Her heart was pounding, and she was warm from head to toe. She felt his tongue meet hers and her entire body began to hum.

Their knees were weak when their lips separated.

Shawn touched his nose to hers. “Well...?”

“I will be more than happy to kiss you all night long, but only after you take a shower,” she giggled.

~ * ~

(Y/n) knocked on the adjoining door. She didn’t wait for a response before letting herself through.

Shawn was leaning against the dresser, partly sitting on it, phone to his ear, wearing nothing but baggy, cotton pajama pants. His chest and feet were bare. By his side of the conversation, (y/n) grasped that they were talking about the plan for the days leading up to San Francisco.

He held his hand out to her in invitation. His legs fell open and she automatically moved into the V they made. He ended his call, set his cell aside, and placed his large hands on her hips.

“So, about what you said... Something about kissing me all night long?”

She moved even closer to him. One of her hands curled around the back of his neck, the other tangled in his still damp curls. The roughened pads of his thumbs caressed the bare, soft skin just above the waistband of her pajama shorts.

She kissed him, tenderly at first, and then with growing intensity. He gently bit her top lip, sucked it, her teeth tugged on his lower lip. His kiss was determined and sent her head spinning. She began to tremble as she clung to him.

Shawn’s lips slowed and softened; he eased away and breathed, “I’ve already waited so long; we can take our time.” He slid his hands further up (y/n)’s sides, under her shirt. “We don’t have to rush into anything. I can wait for you.” She felt his thumbs brush either side of her breasts.

She started trailing tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline before touching the tip of her tongue to the lobe of his ear. “I don’t want to wait,” she purred.

“Oh, thank God,” he groaned before again pressing hungry lips to hers.

She responded without hesitation.

Her hands trailed down his chest and to his sides, her fingers playing over the ripples of his stomach. She brushed her knuckles against the start of his arousal and his breath hitched, cupped him through thin cotton.

He arched his pelvis against the heat of her palm and she heard a low, rumbling moan from the back of his throat. He tangled a hand in her hair, tugged gently. He bit down on the skin of her clavicle, sucked, soothed it with his tongue.

She pulled away from his mouth. “Shawn!” she scolded, playfully, chuckled, “You’re going to leave a mark!”

“Good. Show everyone you’re mine. Mark you everywhere. But this,” he smirked, kissing the already purpling bloom, “will be the only one people can see.”

“Fuck,” she sighed. His claim on her made a shiver trickle up her spine.

“If you insist,” he grinned, smugly.

Feeling bold and sexy, she hooked a fingertip in the waistband of his pajama bottoms and starting walking backward. He stood to his full height and followed.

(Y/n) felt the backs of her legs hit the mattress. With fluid movement, she slid her shorts down, stepped out of them, and pulled her camisole up and over her head. She stood before him in small lace panties, breasts bare, nipples tight.

The way he looked upon her made her blood thrum, her body flush. He licked his lips, bit softly on the fuller, lower one.

His hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts. He gently tugged at her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Instinctively, her hand slipped between her legs, at her core, and she rubbed herself through the damp lace. His nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her arousal. He whimpered, her name falling like a prayer from his lips.

“I wanna see you,” (y/n) purred.

Obeying, oh so eagerly, Shawn pushed his pants down, over his ass, off, his cock bouncing free, filling, curling up toward his stomach right before her eyes. He wrapped thumb and forefinger around the base, his other fingers pressed flush against his scrotum.

“Been thinking about me like this?” he hummed.

Yes. God, yes. Maybe one day she would tell him just how much. It was her turn to lick her lips and bite the lower one.

They fell together onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and with a crash of lips. When they separated to catch their breath, (y/n) reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.

“Nuh-uh, Sugar,” Shawn rasped. “Waited too long for this.” Voice rough with desire he sang softly, “I wanna love you with the lights on, keep you up all night long... Darling, I wanna see every inch of you, I get lost in the way you move...”

She might have giggled if her panties weren’t being drawn down over her hips, if calloused fingertips hadn’t begun to dance along soft, hot, electrified skin, lips and tongue following.

He took a dusky, peaked nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, hands grasping at the sheets at her sides, and moaned softly. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth, tasting, humming.

“Shawn,” she whined, moving a hand to tangle it in his dark curls, tugging him away from her breasts.

“Tell me what you want, Love.”

“I want you. I need you,” she pleaded.

“What was that?”

“Fuck me, Shawn.”

“Mm... Since you asked so sweetly,” he smirked, stroking his cock. He rolled on a condom and moved to rest between her legs.

She reached between them, taking him in her hand, and he shuddered. She wanted to feel the moment he slid into her. He let her guide him. Their eyes met and held, bodies drew together, foreheads touched. She groaned with deep satisfaction into his mouth as she adjusted to his girth and length.

He wheezed, stilled as he bottomed out. She was so tight around him that if he began to move in that moment it would be over too soon.

“You okay there, Mendes?” she purred and imperceptibly tightened her legs around his waist.

“Oh God.” That tiny shift was almost too much. “You feel so good. Too good,” he mumbled. “I need a minute.” His arms on either side of her, holding his weight above her, he buried his lips in the crook of her neck, centered on the scent of her skin as he salvaged control.

One hand again tangled in in his hair, the other stroked the skin of his upper back.

“Okayokay,” he mumbled, and he began to rock into her, slow... rhythmic... deep.

She gasped when the pebbled nubs of her breasts brushed against his taut nipples. Her whimpers and groans mingled with his rumbles and moans. She was torn between closing her eyes and wanting to watch his face as warmth and pleasure coursed through her.

He wanted her to climax before him. Wanted to watch her fall apart beneath him.

He knew she was nearly there when she began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea. The tide came all the way up; he was caught in the rush. And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire and he was falling fast, craving the feel of her so close to him, unsure where he ended and she began.

( FIN )

~ * ~

@theregoesmyherojd @benito-mi-vida @shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean @mendesblurb

[sleepy-achilles]

@theundertakeriscoming I'm that sleep deprived I've had to Google what a biography is. If this is wrong I apologise, my brain stopped working the moment I started crying over rey mysterio, Stacy and then Cody with his little girl.

The Family of Destruction- Tell us!

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"How'd you two even meet? Like obviously because of the wwe but How'd you even get together?" Cassie asks as the fighting over monopoly calms down. "I don't want to know" Leon mutters leaning against drew. "Why not? I do" drew admits. "Because they were probably fucking in supply closets until Kevin or goldust bashed their heads together" Leon scoffs. "Thats how I remembered it" Kevin shrugs handing hunter a water. "I don't even want to know" hunter agrees with Leon. Stephanie rolls her eyes. "I do. I mean, you had to have a moment were you looked at each other and thought, I love him. I want to be with him for the rest of my life" Stephanie states. "Yeah, tell us about that stuff." Rhea nods. Taker looks at shawn.

Shawn is just smiling as he stares into the fire. "You wanna play storyteller?" Taker asks, resting his hand on shawns lower back. Shawn leans back into it. "Sure." Shawn nods. Leon, despite saying he wasn't interested, adjusts to get comfortable. Which drew recognises straight away.

---Story---

"You should try making some friends." Vince tells Shawn. Shawn just pouts and leans back in his chair. "Why would I need friends? I'm here to perform, as long as I can do that I'll be fine" Shawn states. Vince just chuckles and shakes his head. "That view will change one day michaels, you'll realise you need people, now get going" vince tells him. Shawn sighs and stands up. "As if." Shawn states. "Youll fall in love one day Shawn. For real that time aswell." Vince states. Shawn looks at the older man. "Im the heartbreak kid! Love is a fools game" Shawn smirks before walking out. "Sure it is" vince hums with a knowing look on his face as shawn pauses in the doorway.

Shawns eyes widen as a tall man with red hair walks down the hall. He stops infront of Shawn and looks down at him. "Uh um hi, I...I'm shawn" Shawn states. Undertaker examines him and tilts his head. Shawns eyes widen as his heart races. "Cmon taker boy what's the wait!" A high voice shrills. Shawn looks as the short fat man appears. "Oh. Michaels.." he chuckles, shawn didnt know who this man was. He saw the taller mans debue and this wasn't his handler. At least not out there. "You gonna let my next meeting in Shawn?" Vince asks from behind him. Shawns cheeks heat up. "Oh! Yes um sorry" Shawn chokes stepping to the side. The fatter man walks in after vince smirks at shawn and goes back in. Taker stops next to shawn and looks back at him. He sends him a small smile and shawn gasps quietly as the man walks into the office and the door shuts. Shawn can't help the blush and small smile as he skips off down the halls.

--Present--

"I was not blushing!" Shawn protests. "You were too. I wouldn't forget that. I remember everything from the colour of your earing that's day" Taker states. Leon rolls his eyes. "What colour then?" Goldust asks. "The studs were reddish. I remembered they brought your baby blues out. The strands were gold. Which also made your eyes pop" Taker states. Shawns cheeks flush. Cassie and Leon share a disgusted look.

--Story--

Shawn couldn't stop thinking about the deadman. And that would be a pattern to follow them throughout the years. Shawn recounts the whole game between them really starting the moment taker comes to his rescue, a lot.

--present--

"It wasn't a lot" Taker huffs. "It damn was" Kevin scoffs. Taker looks at kevin. "Oh sweetie, it was, I was in the ring during some of them" goldust nods. "Thank you, anyways-"

--Story--

But for shawn, it wasn't that. It was what he did off camera. It was the way he treated Shawn. Everyone else saw Shawn as a brat or a piece of candy. Taker? He saw Shawn. He could see the real him. It was the way taker would make subtle comments in shawns defence. How he'd gladly tell the harts to shut up.-

--present--

"So you loved him because he was a bodyguard? Might aswell of married Kevin then" Leon scoffs. Kevin raises an eyebrow. "Then we wouldn't have your beautiful face and personality" hunter huffs. "Exactly." Leon comments. "What do you see in him?" Goldust asks drew. Drew looks at shawn and taker and smiles. "The samething Shawn sees." Drew comments. Shawn looks at him and smiles.

--Story--

It wasn't just how he stood up for shawn. It was how taker, and shawn knew it, could see all shawns demons, all his flaws, and he still chose to treat him as a human. Shawn also appreciated the way he saw into taker. He saw a human side in him. A side no one else seemed to see.

Shawn knew he should of been angry at the casket match. At the things ministry did..but shawn couldn't. He couldn't, not when he could still see the man he loved. The man who showed him kindness even despite the fact shawn would yell and curse at him.

It's the fact every valentines, no matter what their relationship was, shawn would always find a black rose. No matter where he was. How far away he was. And shawn knew. No matter the fact he never told taker he knew.

If he had to chose a moment that he knew he was in love with taker, it had to be the day he received the first rose. It was his lowest day. He had the harts hounding him. Vince yelling at him for slipping up. The tiniest timing issue in the ring and vince acted as if he threw the match.

Shawn was going to drown his sorrows in alcohol and drugs when he saw the rose. He saw the rose and decided to sleep it off instead.

--Present--

"I fuckin knew it" hunter whispers. "Sure you did" Kevin huffs. Leon pauses. He glances at drew. 'The samething Shawn sees....' Leon's eyes widen slightly. 'Human.'

--Story--

Taker couldn't put it simpler, he knew something was special about the blonde the moment he saw him outside vinces office. This heartbreaker who suffered more heartbreak then actually caused heartbreak. It conflicted taker. He..grew attached. He felt the need to protect the smaller.

He needed too.

The moment taker knew he was in love with shawn?

The moment Shawn looked at him, sat outside and told him, 'I see you'

It changed everything in takers head. It rocked his world. Someone saw him.

--Present--

"So, to clarify, you two were fucking the entire time though?" Goldust asks. "Yes and you know that" Taker sighs. Kane grunts. Leon stands and makes his way to the end of the garden. Shawn watches him. "So, let me get this right, you two decided you loved each other because you could see the true each other?" Cassie asks. "Yeah" Shawn nods. "Thats actually really sweet" Rhea admits holding cassies hand. "Yeah it is." Taker nods looking at drew. "Shall I let you?" Taker asks. Drew looks at taker. "Thank you" drew smiles before following Leon.

Taker and shawn share a glance. "Hes the one." Taker mutters. "Been telling you that since day one" Shawn smirks.

Leon keeps his eyes on the stars as drew stands next to him. "You know I've never seen you as a monster, right?" Drew asks. Leon lowers his head. "I know." Leon whispers. "I never will. Your human to me Leon. Even with the demon stuff. Your my Leon. My beautiful baby." Drew tells him. "You know, I realised I loved you the day you stood up to vince when he wanted me to do a promo with Paul. You refused to leave my side. You didn't see my fear as weakness. You took pride in me." Leon tells him. Drew smiles. "I knew I loved you the moment you stood up for others despite what they did to you. It shows your heart. How big and true it is. You stood up for sheamus because I cared for him. Despite saying you hated me." Drew smiles. "Yeah and now I'm stuck with the little shit. Stupidest thing I ever did" Leon huffs causing Drew to laugh. Leon smiles at the taller man.

"I knew I loved cassie the moment I saw her not only dump Austin but drop him on live TV and walk away like a boss" Rhea chuckles. Shawn smiles and nods. "I knew I loved you the moment you dropped character to help a panicking child." Cassie states. "Shows your true heart." Cassie states. "You mean the child she caused to panic" Leon hums as they walk over. "Always one who has to ruin it" cassie frowns.

"Eh, I love you all. Your all my stupid misfits. Even you hunter" Taker admits. They all smile. "Aw thanks taker" hunter smiles. "Ill never say it again so make the most of that" Taker huffs causing them all to laugh.

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I'm sorry this is bad but I'm tired and well wrestlmania is over so am I.

I'll do you hbtaker one about nxt tomorrow, I promise. (Or the day after)

It's probably incorrect but I've done technically 5 fics today in the span of 5 hours. So a win. Even if this last one is shit.

Atleast the hbtaker one will be better.

[shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean]

ONLY WANT YOU.

Pairing : Shawn Mendes × reader

Genre : Angst, smut, fluff

Warnings : Swearing, Daddy kink, thigh riding, unprotected sex, dom!Shawn, Self depreciation(very mild), oral (male receiving)

Summary : The reader and Shawn have an intense argument and then Shawn let's the reader know who's the one he wants.

You were more than worried now. It had been precisely 2 hours 14 minutes since Shawn left. You really managed to send him over the edge. You didn't want to. You didn't mean it. But you can't help it when all of the world is pining for what's not true. He's yours but no, everyone wants him and camila to be together.

Camila was such a lovely lady. You couldn't help but feel insecure. She was everything you'd want to be. Hell, she was beautiful and the worst part you wanted to hate her but you couldn't. She had that aura.

You and Shawn were in it for long. That's what you thought at least. You knew he was the one for you. And you believed you were too for him until recently.

Ever since the PR began after Senorita was out you couldn't help but question everything. Your bond with Shawn seemed to weaken. You found yourself distancing from him. You didn't want to. You never did. Everytime you saw an article in some shitty tabloid your breath got caught. You felt you couldn't breathe. You knew it was fake but guess these two were really good actors cause it didn't seem unreal it to you.

You tried to calm yourself. Remind yourself you were overanalysing the sitch. He is your boyfriend. He will be home soon. Then you can be in his strong arms and feel safe and secure. But none of it worked.

All this while, since the PR managers suggested this, Shawn had made sure to get you involved. Let you be a part of everything that's been happening or is going to in future. Make sure you're comfortable with it. And boy, did you say yes cause you didn't wanna hold him down. But now when he was not with you for the holidays, when he had to fly out every weekend to Miami you felt your nerves kick in.

You hated yourself for being such a hypocrite. Shawn never once made you feel secluded but your overthinker ass ravaged everything.

You were certain he hated you now. This was the longest you two had gone without talking after that intense a fight.

Shawn was back home after three months. You were so excited for him to be with you for a whole week now, until you saw that article. You knew it meant nothing but seeing your boyfriend sticking his tongue down another women's throat got the best of you. You didn't think it was going to affect you so bad when you said yes to the whole PR stuff but now you just didn't know how to feel.

You never told Shawn when your anxiety kicked in seeing him with her because you didn't want to seem like a hypocrite. But weren't you one?

You just suffered quietly. Tried to let it pass. It'd end soon. That's how you always calmed your raging nerves. You became quieter. Stopped being your bubbly self when Shawn called. He obviously noticed. He knew you better than you yourself. He just couldn't figure the issue cause you had so convincingly persuaded him to believe you were fine with it all.

"Hun, I'm home. " Shawn said as he closed the door after settling his luggage beside the shoe cabinet right at the entrance of your shared apartment.

When he got no response he was stressed. He expected you to pounce on him as soon as he opened the gate but there was no sign of you.

He kicked his shoes off and then remembered how it'd annoy you so much, laughed to himself and went back to put them in the cabinet before calling out for you again.

"Y/N, baby I'm home. "

He checked the living room. You weren't there. The kitchen next. No sign of you anywhere. He didn't expect you to be asleep cause it was just 7 and you were a night owl getting all pumped with energy as the clock hit 6 pm. This was your best time of the day and Shawn certainly had decided to make the best of it but you were nowhere to be found.

He wouldn't lie he was disappointed when you didn't fling yourself into his arms and peppered his face with cute wet kisses and were all clingy and lovey with him. He missed you so much.

He went to your bedroom, your shared room. Checked the whole house but there was no sign of you. He felt all that excitement dial down.

He decided to call you, obviously.

You didn't pick up.

He was worried now. He called your best friend cause you usually liked to hangout with her at evenings like this, discussing your medical school stuff and just chilling at times. She didn't pick up either. He called your mom and she told him that you were out with Y/F/N and she thought that he already knew.

Shawn was more than upset. He felt a little angry because you had been acting so not yourself and this was the least he could expect from you. There was something wrong obviously but why wouldn't you talk to him. Every time he tried to talk, you'd just make some excuse. He was tired now and this was what sent him over the edge. He tried calling you after an hour again. Just to get back a text saying "I'll be home late. Dinner's in the fridge. Don't wait for me. "

He was pissed off. Really bad.

You came home around 10:30 at night. You knew this wasn't fair to Shawn. After you saw that article you just couldn't. You had to let some seam off. Y/F/N called you and asked you if you'd wanna come to a small party they were throwing for Tom, a batchmate of yours Shawn had a huge disliking towards. Tom had asked you out cause he didn't know you had a boyfriend and he made it very clear that he liked you a lot. Shawn didn't take that well, obviously. He hated Tom's guts.

You wanted to get on his nerves after seeing the article. So you did.

You put on your sexiest one piece Shawn got for you year on your graduation day. The nerve of you. You informed your mom cause you knew Shawn would call her as you didn't plan on picking up his phone.

You opened the door with your key. The click noise made Shawn wake up from his light slumber.

You knew you had pulled off real shit and well consequences weren't gonna be good.

As you went inside. You saw the food was out on the counter but untouched. Shawn was in the living room, glaring at you.

"Where were you, Y/N? " He asked you with a voice dangerously low sending chills down your spine.

But heh you had enough liquid courage to be a douche at this point.

"Hello to you too. " You said in a rude tone.

"I said where the fuck were you, Y/N? It's been three goddamn hours. I have been so stressed what the hell is wrong with you. You didn't even care to tell me yourself. What the fuck?" He snapped at you moving towards you in the kitchen where you were pouring some water for yourself.

" I was at Tom's birthday party with Y/F/N." You said non chalantly.

His eyes shot up. Going wide.

" So you decided to go to that fucker's party instead of being with me. I'm home after three fucking months for fuck's sake." He yelled from across the counter.

You flinched hearing his tone but snapped right back. "Well what am I supposed to do Shawn? Sit here like a fool while you stick your tongue down her throat. All I see are pictures of you two making out every fucking where so am I just supposed to fucking wait for you after getting ten thousand notifications showing my boyfriend and his fucking girlfriend!? "

He took in a deep breath as if to not do anything wrong. The change on his face was scary. He just went from angry and worried to nothing. His face went expressionless. The tension getting thicker with every passing second.

You realised how wrong you were instantly. Hands flying to cover your mouth. " Shawn, i-... I am.. I didn't mean it. Bab-"

"You fucking meant it, Y/N. I can't even. You've got to be kidding me. " He took his Jeep's keys and headed for the gate. You tried to stop him by touching his shoulder but the look he gave you made you feel disgusted with yourself. He slammed the gate as he went out. Tears made their way down your cheeks smudging all your make up.

You sank down right where you were beside the kitchen counter. You hated yourself in this moment more than you ever had. The one person who always put your needs first, cared for you more than himself, you managed to make him hate you. You were certain he did.

You ran took your phone called Shawn. Over and over again. 5 calls went unanswered. You were perturbed. Didn't know what to do. Didn't know where he could be. You wanted to just be in his arms. You didn't deserve it but you felt home. His arms were your home. And you just ruined it all. Your baseless insecurities did.

You sat there helpless, loathing yourself. You don't know when sleep took over you. When you woke up it was 12. You got up in haste, drowning in worry. It had been an hour and a half since he left. You called him again and again to no avail. You lost the best thing you ever had and you knew you wouldn't be able to live with yourself after what you did.

You decided leaving was the best. He anyway wouldn't want you near him. Shawn deserved the world. He deserved the best. And then there was you who gave him nothing but hurled insults at him.

Tears didn't stop flowing at a point you felt you didn't have anymore left but you were wrong. You went up to your bedroom. Taking out a suitcase. You didn't want to bother him more. You weren't worth it.

You put in your essentials in the bag, moving to the closet after that. You changed into one of your hoodies. It was his. All of your clothes were basically his. You needed to wear them to feel home when he wasn't around. He loved them on you but now you weren't so sure. You anyway did it. One hoodie wouldn't upset him.

As you were done packing you checked the time it was over 2 hours. You wanted to die right at this moment. Shawn was not picking up your calls. You called Geoff earlier, he had no idea where Shawn was. Now you decided to call Karen. You didn't know what to do. You had already asked Andrew if Shawn was at the studio. You didn't want to stress everywhere cause Shawn didn't get mad easily but when he did it was bad. Extremely bad.

Just as you were about to call Karen you felt yourself being turned around, moved towards the closet door, a pair of strong arms pulling you and then his warm swollen lips being attached to yours. You melted right then. You didn't know how to respond. You couldn't believe it. Were you dreaming? But as you let it sink in, it was your Shawn kissing you. His smell invaded your senses making you feel alive again. Those lips moulded with yours felt like heaven. Tears made their way out of your eyes again. Lips starting to move against his. Hands going into his hair tugging at it as he devoured you. You didn't realize he was crying too until you opened your eyes. His eyes blood shot, cheeks tear stained. You hated you were the reason for his disheveled state. You hated yourself.

You broke the kiss. Not being able to look him in the eyes. Trying to catch your breath.

After a few minutes of total silence you figured this was goodbye. You started moving towards your suitcase.

As he saw what you were doing he let out a loud groan. He wanted to knock some sense into you and he decided he will.

He held your arm pulling you towards himself, asking with a hoarse voice "Where do you think you are going? "

"I'm sorry, Shawn. I just....you deserve better. I'll leave, I wanted to ask you if I can take this one hoodie? If you want it back I understand. I just didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean anything I said earlier. It just I was a little drunk you know it's I'm so terribly sorry. " You rambled didn't realising when you started sobbing.

You felt his arms wrap around you. Engulfing you in a loving hug. You broke down. He was still being so considerate when all you did was break his heart.

"Shush honey. Y/N, I am right here. You're not going anywhere."

"I am sorry. So sorry. I-.. I'll leave. "

"Baby, I said you are not going anywhere. I need you hun. You remember, it's forever." He said in his beautiful voice showing you his promise ring. The one you got him three months back. Just before he left.

You looked up at him through your crys. You wanted to see if he hated you or not. He could lie to you but his eyes could never. To your surprise all you saw was worry and love. A sense of relief washed over you. You released a breath you didn't know you were holding all this while.

"I love you baby. We are okay. I'm sorry I shouldn't have left like this."

"No no no Shawn. You.. I.... I'm so fucking terrible. I didn't mean anything earlier. I just wanted to I don't know I'm a fool. I was so scared I lost you forever. I'm so sorry. I love you so much. "

"No bub, I get where you're coming from. I understand. Just seeing you go to his birthday party made my blood boil. Seeing me with Camila, making out, holding hands I get it. I'm sorry. You should have told me, Y/N. I always wanted you to be comfortable with it. Although I shouldn't have put you in that spot when I know you won't ever say anything that's not in favour of my career. "

" I just didn't wanna hold you back, Shawn. I knew it was important but seeing you with her I just can't help but compare myself to her. I'm so pathetic. I hate myself. "

" Hey don't you ever say that about my baby. She's the best. Okay? Most beautiful, most caring, loving, selfless and she has the best legs. Her ass is so sexy. Her curves. Those lips I never wanna let go off. " He said his hands on your ass massaging it. You let out a low moan. It had been so long.

You wanted Shawn more than anything . His head dipped down to your neck, your head falling back. It felt unreal to be this close to him again. Especially after that sick stunt you pulled off.

He bit you at your soft spot and you jumped in his arms making him chuckle. He licked it to soothe it and you moaned. Not being able to control how overwhelmed you were after months of no physical contact with him.

"By the way that dress, baby. Not a smart move wearing it to Tom's birthday party, was it? " He said as his hands creeped up inside your hoodie sending shivers up your spine.

You just moaned in response only to receive a light tug at your bum.

"Words, honey. Use your words with me. " He said in that deep voice making your knees turn into jelly.

"Yes daddy. It was so stupid of me. Sorry daddy. " You said in your most innocent voice. Eyes looking glossy.

Shawn literally lost it there. Letting out a low growl. " Fuck Y/N." He turned you around. Making you face the mirror on your vanity. Your ass pressed onto his front. You could feel him already getting hard against your thigh. "Say it again." He commanded in a low voice. So you did feeling yourself getting wet. The pool in your panties becoming larger. "Mmm Daddy." You moaned as he moved your hair onto one side tilting your head so that he could assault your neck again. He knew how much you loved it when he did this.

"You know I wanted to take you right when you entered the house. Looking so pretty in that dress. Daddy got so worked up, baby. Only if you weren't being an annoying little brat." He said bringing his hand on your left boob cupping it under your hoodie.

"No bra? You're being very naughty I see."

"Sorrrryyy daddy. Sorry for being a little brat. I need you, daddy." You couldn't take his assault anymore. You whined. You just wanted him to fuck you into oblivion. Wanted him to be rough with you. Wanted to be close to him. As close that even air couldn't get in between the two of you.

"My hun is eager, I see. What do you want honey?" He asked.

"Want daddy to fuck me. Hard." You answered. Your eyes closed as he played with your tits. You could already feel yourself dripping on your thigh.

"Fuck baby. Getting daddy so hard huh? But do you deserve it after what you did."

"No daddy I have been bad. Very bad." You said. Extremely excited for what was in store for you. Shawn being a little rough and dominant always got you in the mood no matter when and where. That was his effect. The fact that only you got to see this side of the otherwise always a sweetheart gentle giant Shawn worked wonders on you. You loved it and he knew that.

"Hmm so kitten what is your punishment then?" Shawn whispered in your left ear. Making goosebumps arise on your body.

"Spanks, daddy. I have to count."

"Mm look at you being so good. How many do you deserve baby? "

"6 daddy? "

"Isn't that very less for what you did hun? Make it 10."

"Okay daddy."

He tugged at your hands as an indication for you to raise them so that he could take off his large hoodie of you. Leaving you only in your black lace panties. Looking at your almost naked body, Shawn couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips. Hands immediately cupping both your boobs. "So beautiful kitten."

"Thank you, daddy."

He proceeded on to take off his shirt. His biceps flexing in the process making your mouth water. You still were in a haze. This man, literally Adonis was yours? How'd you get so lucky? His flawless skin. The little hair peppering his chest. The defined pecs. His abs. You didn't even realise you were gawking at him. Literally with your mouth open. A chuckle brought you back to reality. Getting flushed instantly.

"Mmm definitely enjoying what you see hun. Come here." He said sitting at the edge of the bed opening his legs so that you could bend over his thighs. You did as told.

"Want these off baby. " He tugged at your panties. Before you could even move to get them off. He ripped them apart in half as if it was nothing. You got wetter if that was possible.

"Now bend." He said. You did as told. You bent over his lap.

"Count baby." He growled as his hand slapped your right ass cheek. A loud moan leaving your lips. "One."

Another spank at the same place. Making it become an angry red. "Two." You whined.

Shawn saw your wetness dripping down your thighs forcing a strangled moan out of him. His fingers immediately going to your freshly shaved pussy lips. "You are enjoying this so much kitten? " He asked as his fingers dipped in your folds, you almost screaming at the sudden action, then he took them in his mouth. You sublimated right that moment. If this wasn't the hottest thing you'd ever seen you didn't know what was. You felt pure bliss.

Still in that euphoria you didn't realize how time passed and his hand came in contact with your ass again. Harder than before.

"Three." You cried. Your ass blood red. Tears threatening to fall out of your eyes any second. Just for a second Shawn's demeanor faltered. He seemed to be having second thoughts. He couldn't hurt you. His hand soothingly titillating the area.

You, as if, read his thoughts and told him to continue. "It hurts so good, daddy." That was all he needed. "You're doing so good kitten. Just two more." With that his hand came down again not so hard this time. You moaned, loving the burning sensation.

He repeated the same with your left cheek. You started to cry by the time he was done. He took you in his arms. Making you face him. Straddling his lap. "Did so good for me baby." You rested your head on his shoulder. Your bare pussy against the rough fabric of his jeans. His thick thighs clenching. And you started to grind your self on his thigh. You didn't even realise when. The pleasure seeming to only increase with each thrust of your hips. You let out a moan at the same time as Shawn, it's what made reality dawn upon you. Your actions halted thinking he'd want to punish you, maybe.

When you looked into his eyes, they were darker than before, almost black, filled with insatiable hunger. A wave of confidence hit you. Your movements resumed. Your pace a little faster now. Your hands made way around his neck, wrapping them for support as he held you by your waist. His eyes boring into yours, you felt yourself melt. "I want you to get off my thigh, Y/N. Don't stop until you cum." He said in a voice that was enough to do it for you. He sounded so fucking sexy you couldn't even make sense of it. "Okay daddy." With that you increased your pace. His toned muscles flexing with your movements. It felt like heaven. You felt the fire burn in you. That familiar pit. Shawn kept on cooing filthy things in your ear sending you over the edge even faster. You held onto him for dear life as you came, nails digging in his skin. This was different. The way he responded to your actions. It felt unreal. It was beyond amazing.

"Felt so good daddy." You said as you went to kiss him. He captured your lips with his, kissing you with burning passion. You poured all your apologies, how ashamed you were of your unreasonable behavior, your unconditional love for him, all in that kiss. It conveying more than you could vocally have.

"Look at you hun, ruined daddy's pants huh? Looked like a goddess getting off of my thigh. You like it?"

"Loved it daddy. I love 'em."

He wrapped your legs around his waist as if you weighed nothing, standing up. He threw you on the bed. Taking his pants off along with his boxers. His thick member sprang out of the confines hitting his abdomen making the most unholy noise. You almost gasped at how terribly hard he was. It must be painful.

You scooted closer to him on the bed, reaching the edge. "Can I taste you, daddy? "

"Fuck. Go ahead baby."

"Mmm okay." You said as you reached for him. Getting in between his thighs. Making him sit on the bed and getting on your knees on the floor. You wanted to make him feel just as good as you felt. And boy were you determined.

You took his length in your hands. Spreading the precum all over it and your lips pulling out a pornographic moan off him. He stared at you in awe. Looking so pretty with his cock in your hands, on your knees for him. So wet, your juices dripping everywhere. It was nasty and he loved it.

You took his balls in your mouth, caressing his cock, all the prominent veins and the angry red tip making you salivate. You started running your hands up and down him. Sucking his balls. "Fuck honey, so good. Go on." He caressed your hair. "Always so good for me." You released his balls from your mouth with a pop sound and licked his underside from the base to the tip, feeling each vein. You took his tip in your mouth making him almost stop breathing. "Such a good girl, Y/N. Doing amazing." He moaned. It felt like music to your ears. You finally took him all in. He let out a loud whine. The warmth of your mouth making him dizzy. You started moving your head faster, almost releasing him fully then taking as much of him as you could until he hit the back of your throat. You loved giving Shawn a head. Hell you loved doing everything to him. Anything you did for him, with him was automatically your favorite. You felt what a dumbass you were to even think of leaving him. He's the best thing that has happened to you ever. He's your present and your future. You can't let yourself ruin that. Shawn abruptly stopped you. Pulling himself out of your mouth. You gave him a confused look. "What's wrong, Shawn?" "Not gonna last long, baby. Wanna feel you. Be inside you. Come here." He scooped you in his arms. Made you lay on the bed facing the vanity mirror. He came up beside you. His large body engulfing you as he spooned you. You reached down taking him in your hands, not being able to take anymore teasing. You needed him in you. Wanted to feel full again. It almost felt like the first time today. Your emotions all over the place, being so raw. You loved every microsecond of it. You lined him with yourself, almost about to take him in when Shawn took control. "Calm down. You know Y/N, good girls don't behave like this." "Sorry." You mumbled grumpily. His hand wrapped around your throat. Pressing lightly. Fuck, you got wetter if that was humanely even possible. You felt you might cum right then. "Sorry, what honey? Be good." "Sorry Daddy." "Mmm better." He said as he rubbed his tip at your slit. Teasing you like always. "So wet for me, honey. You've ruined all the sheets." You just moaned loudly in response incapable of forming a coherent sentence. He slowly pushed inside you. He was so fucking big. It hurt. He stretched you out so well. Relief washing you over. Feeling him in you made you feel complete. He stilled once he was inside letting you adjust. "Move baby? " He asked. "Mmm fuck. Yes daddy." You said.

His hand moved from your throat to your clit, rubbing you as he fucked you hard from behind. Your eyes started to close which as soon as he noticed he stopped. You whined so loudly at this it was almost shocking for you. "Open your eyes, baby if you want me to continue. Watch us in the mirror. Watch how daddy fucks you so good." And you saw the most obscene sight. His one hand rubbing your clit. You could see his cock move in and out of you. Other hand on your left boob pressing it hard. You couldn't help but whimper at the beautiful view. So dirty. You loved it.

His pace got faster as he dipped his neck into the crook of your neck leaving hickeys. Your hand reaching back holding onto his arm. Your nails scratching him, digging into his skin.

The feeling of bliss took over you as you yelled "I'm going to cum, Shawn." "Come for me, honey. I'm gonna cum too." His pace faltered becoming slower. He was close too. He rubbed your little nub faster, the nerves started burning at his assault.

"Aaah fuck fuck fuck daddy." With that you came all over him, him following you almost instantly. He let out a grunt as he came inside you, filling you up. Riding you both to the end of your orgasms.

He stayed like that for a few minutes. Not moving at all. Then he pulled out of you. Getting up to go to the bathroom like he always did. He came back with a wet towel, cleaning you up so gently. Then he cleaned himself up with the same towel. And you don't know but this always felt so intimate to you. More than all that you guys just did. Him cleaning you both up with the same towel made your heart flutter. You were so fallen for him you didn't know yourself.

He came back after dumping the towel with the dirty laundry.

As soon as he came to bed, you snuggled into his chest. He was your home. You felt so safe. No one could hurt you with him there. Not even you, yourself. He'd protect you.

A single tear slipped from your eye as you both lay in comfortable silence cuddled with each other. As he noticed it, in the sweetest voice ever he said "It's okay baby. You don't have to even think about what happened earlier, again. I knew it'd affect you badly and I still went for it. I knew if I asked you, you'd never say no. So it was me taking you for granted, hun. You're not at fault. It was me, baby. I put you in that spot."

"Oh shut up, Mendes. Always making me seem so good. It was my and only my fault. Don't you dare blame it on yourself. And I'm so so sorry. I won't ever doubt what we have. It's the most real thing I have felt in my whole 22 years of existence. I love you so much, words can't even express it."

"But you do in other ways. You know." He smirked making you roll your eyes, nudging him lightly in his chest.

"You riding my thigh was the most fucking hot view ever. Trust me, I almost came."

"Oh shut it and let me sleep." You said all flustered about what you did.

"One last thing, baby. "

"Hmm? "

"You're the only one I want. "

You cuddled more into him finally being able to fall asleep soundly in your home.

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