#and shawn replies 'yeah well we gotta grow up sometime.'

[offyoupop-easypeasy]

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

What social media they are on like tumblr, Twitter etc and what they post about the most. Also,their Spotify wrapped mood

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

Oooooh this sounds kinda funnnnnn!!

Arthur has like 2 accounts on each of the normal ones. One business account which he doesn't actually control himself, but he keeps an eye on (because if we're staying as accurate as we can, Arthur inherited some big deal company from his rich dad), then his private ones, which are honestly a mess. They're so wholesome though, pictures of family and friends and the sports games he's at and the beers he's drunk. He uses Instagram the most, but will occasionally post on Facebook just because it was sort of normal when he grew up, even though it isn't as popular now. His Spotify is always like... kinda but not really niche modern rock-pop (Shawn James, Kaleo, etc) plus slightly older classic rock because it's what he grew up on (Foo Fighters etc). BUT there's always a healthy dose of like... Taylor Swift in there. They're just such feel good songs and he likes a good jam sesh!! Though tbh he doesn’t have music on that often, just in the car or if he’s cleaning/tidying. It’s gotta be quiet when he’s working.

Gwaine posts absolute SHITE on his snapchat story. He has Insta and posts occasionally but like... it's very rare, SC is definitely his go-to. His stories are always blurry pictures/videos of him or one of his friends doing something absolutely WACK. Man has ADHD and his music taste is... varied (me? Projecting? Yeah, probably). His playlist changes slightly every single day and his Spotify Wrapped Mood is like... an equal mix of everything. He's got anything from Frank Sinatra, to One Direction, to Kaiser Chiefs, to My chemical Romance, to Birdy, to The Hoosiers, to Queen, to Adele, to like... Franz Shubert. Also a lot of Disney music, some from movies he hasn't even seen yet. Really, there's no one mood or pattern to his music taste, it's just whatever gives him the most joy in the moment, until he grows bored of it and moves on to something else.

Elyan's Instagram is neat and lovely. It's mostly pictures of stuff he's made in the forge (it doubles as a business account I suppose), but there are pictures of himself doing interesting stuff or out with friends or with his sister sprinkled in there as well. He technically has a FB account but... he literally never uses it. His profile feed is just people wishing him happy birthday year after year and him going "Thanks!🥳" in the replies. He has SC, but doesn't use his stories much, mostly just uses it for the news and to talk to friends. Elyan listens to classical music whilst he works, just because he knows if he gets distracted by singing, then he'll make a mistake or hurt himself. But outside of work he'll listen to anything, he isn't too picky, though he has a preference towards kinda modern (sometimes pop-ish) rock (30 Seconds to Mars, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Muse, Papa Roach, Cage the Elephant, The Killers, X-Ambassadors etc). So yeah, his Spotify Wrapped like... most popular, will be a whole bunch of classical music interspersed with songs like Ain't No Rest for the Wicked or From Yesterday.

Whilst Leon has an Insta, Sc, FB, he doesn't really use any of them. He goes on them every so often to see what people are up to, but even that is rare. The only time he'll EVER post is to wish someone a happy birthday, or if he's out with friends, then there'll be a lovely group photo or two. The man LIVES on music (me?? Projecting again?? It's more likely than you think) and it's on basically twenty-four seven if he can get away with it. Cleaning, tidying, cooking, reading, even working; he'll have music on if he's able to. His Spotify Wrapped is a real mix, but he’s definitely in like... the top 1% of Frank Sinatra listeners. Man’s got style. He also has an appreciation for Florence Welch.

Percival is similar to Leon in that he has all the socials but doesn’t really use them much, only to spy on his friends if he hasn’t heard from them for a while. He doesn’t really listen to music either. I mean, he’s not going to complain if it’s on in the background, but he doesn’t really care what it is as long as it isn’t like... shitty rap (Stormzy and Eminem are exceptions, he kinda likes them. Though, again, would never choose to put them on). He doesn’t even have Spotify, he listens to music off Youtube if he really feels like putting something on. I really feel like he’s more of a sports-on-the-tv-in-the-background kind of guy to be honest.

Lancelot doesn’t have any social media except like... Whatsapp, because it’s necessary for the group-chats, and Snapchat, purely so he can keep an eye on what Gwaine and Merlin are up to when he can’t supervise them. Man listens to like... old classics (again, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, Nina Simone, etc), mixed with modern, pop. Like pop pop. Taylor Swift and One Direction and Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry and Imagine Dragons. He also doesn’t have any shame, it’s good music, he enjoys it, and everyone thinks it’s really sweet so they leave him alone. His Wrapped is mostly Happy :D

Mordred is like Leon in that he’s a lurker; he has all the socials but rarely uses them. The occasional group photo with friends or maybe a slightly blurry sunset. Sometimes he’ll forward Gwaine’s wack ass story (it’s Merlin skating on top of a bank or... trying to catch a pigeon in the London Underground or... something) to Lancelot or Leon with nothing but the comment “wuu2 atm because👀” just to watch the chaos. Man listens to classical music and Taylor Swift. That’s it. No in between. His wrapped in basically the same every year, bar maybe an extra piece of classical that he’s discovered and Taylor’s newest album.

Gwen has Insta and SC and posts fairly often on both, she doesn’t spam though. SC is for cute birds and nice views and food and stupid photos with her friends. Her Instagram is slightly more curated, with really lovely photos and pretty sounding captions and stuff. Though when I say “lovely photos” they’re still just of day to day stuff; photos with friends/Elyan, animals, beautiful views. They’re just less blurry and more put together than her Snapchat stuff. She listens to a lot of upbeat music, but upbeat music from any generation, so her Spotify Wrapped Mood is always mostly happy, but the actual music is a real mix.

Morgana has TUMBLRRRRRR!!!! SHE’S A TUNGL TRASH QUEEN AND WE ALL KNOW ITTTTTT!!! Really though, she has a couple of blogs, and NO ONE would ever guess that they belong to the same person. Her main is like a feminist/general human rights blog, and it’s really popular, really well put together, really informative, and just all round cool as hell. Her side blog is a MESS she shit posts daily (mostly whatever wack thing has come out of her brother, or one of his friends’, mouth), and reblogs all sorts of stuff. It’s just where she keeps her stuff, ya know? But again, it’s really popular. Oh, yeah, not one single person in her real life knows any of this, not one. In terms of other socials, she’s like a mix of Leon and Gwen: she has all of them, doesn’t use them that often, but uses them well. He personal Insta is public and has quiet a lot of followers but like... it’s still just a personal, she doesn’t preach or model or anything (well... not deliberately anyway). She listens to cool, slightly niche music. Slightly niche but not really niche, anyway. She shares Leon’s love of Florence Welch, but she also likes Laura Marling, The Civil Wars, The Amazing Devil, SAYGRACE, Christine and the Queens, etc. You know, niche but not niche.

Merlin.... has socials?? But only because Gwen made him, and he doesn’t use them. He somehow ended up logged into all of Gwaine’s accounts on his phone so when he very rarely feels like posting shit he has to add like -Merlin at the end of it, otherwise people get very confused. So yeah, somewhere, in the middle of Gwaine’s messy as HELL Insta feed (or on the private SC story called “Merlin’s” that only people he likes among Gwaine’s billion friends can see) there’ll be “Saw a duck quack quack -Merlin”. It’s very... odd. But also the two of them act like they have no idea what they’re talking about if anyone else brings it up. My guy has headphones in twenty-four seven. He has a speaker in every room. He made be a technophobe, but when it comes to music he is ON it. His music taste is HUGELY varied, and occasionally he’ll just... discover a song that’s incredible and make all his friends listen to it (anything from The  Barden Bella’s version of Cheap Thrills, to Voces8 version of Frank Tichelli’s Earth Song, to Salamander Street by Callum Beetle, to Touch by Sleeping at Last, to the Daft Punk Remix by Pentatonix). He Spotify Wrapped is WILD.

Gaius doesn’t know what a social media is and he doesn’t care to. He listens tot he radio. Because he is old.

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Hope you enjoyed gang!! A LOT of this is just me projecting lol. Also, any and all of the music mentioned in this should be listened to immediately :D

[punkrockmads]

Found Family

Abby x F! Reader Mini Series

Warnings: Small bit of angst, violence, this chapter is a little bit longer

Chapter Four; Light Of Our Lives

*A MONTH LATER*

Abby has been such a joy to have in my life. I've moved out of the guest room and into Abby's bedroom, the two of us rapidly growing closer over the past month. We've had a couple little bickering matches over whether I should be doing patrol at three months pregnant, but that's to be expected for any couple worried for their baby. She's been a huge help with the baby, always staying by my side during my bouts of morning sickness and my occasional nightmares. We still haven't told Lev, waiting for my baby bump to get a little bigger before telling him. Lev is such a sweet kid, always energetic and happy. He and Abby are always jabbing at each other with their sarcasm and jokes. I sometimes cut in with my own teasing remarks, usually teaming up with Lev to harass Abby. The other day, Lev and I got up early just to sneak downstairs and hit Abby with pillows while she was cooking. Scrambled eggs ended up all over the floor and she made us clean it up but we all thought it was hilarious.

I sit behind Abby on our bed, braiding her soft blonde hair back as she talks.

"So we fell like a thousand feet through a glass ceiling and into a fucking swimming pool." Abby chuckles, telling me the story of the sky bridges for the twentieth time. It's one of my favorites, I'm always asking her to tell it.

"It was not a thousand feet!" Lev yells from his bedroom across the hall. Abby and I burst into a fit of laughter. "It was like ten!"

"Okay well it FELT like a thousand!" Abby yells back between laughs. "Anyways." She sighs, feeling my fingertips brush the back of her neck lightly as I continue to braid her hair. "I crawl out of the pool and lay there sprawled out on my back and Lev looks at me like I'm crazy! He's just up and ready to keep moving as if we didn't just almost die!" The two of us laugh as I use a hair tie to hold the ends of her braid together. I lean forward, placing a kiss on the back of her neck.

"All done." I mumble against her freckled skin. Abby turns around, pressing a sweet kiss on my cheek.

"Thanks, babe." Abby smiles. "You ready to head out?" Abby and I have early patrol this morning. It's rare we get assigned together since Abby is much stronger so she's usually doing assignments that put her muscles to use. Things like helping out with construction, moving heavy equipment, sometimes even helping people move furniture in and out of homes. When Abby does go outside of the base, it's for a supply run that's in a more dangerous area. That part always scares me, knowing they intentionally send her places with unknown numbers of infected. I know why they do it, though. She's more than capable of protecting herself and her group.

"Yeah." I nod. "Just gotta get my boots on." I stand up, getting ready to leave the room when Abby grabs my wrist.

"Uh, babe?" I look back at her, confused. "What's goin' on with your buttons there?" She asks, referring to my black button-up shirt. I look down, noticing two of the top buttons were missing.

"Oh!" I laugh. "So THIS is the shirt with the missing buttons!" I shrug, searching through the clothes in our closet. I find a grey sleeveless shirt hanging up on Abby's side of the closet. I glance back, seeing her making the bed. I take off my button-up, letting it fall to the floor as I take the sleeveless shirt off of its hanger and pull it on. It's a little too big, but I tuck it into my jeans and it fits a lot better. I pick up the button-up, spinning around and tossing it at Abby. It hits her in the face.

"Hey!" Abby looks over at me with a playful glare before freezing. She points at me. "Is- is that my shirt?"

"Perhaps." I grin, doing a little pose with my hands on my hips. "New fashion statement?" I chuckle. Abby walks over to me, putting her hands on my hips. She pecks my lips lightly. I place my hands over hers.

"You're such a dork." She smiles. "C'mon. We gotta get going."

"Alriiiight." I groan. Abby grabs my hand, pulling me into the hall. "Lev, don't be late for school!" I yell from the stairs.

"I'm never late!" Lev yells back.

"Literally last week!" Abby reminds him.

"Fuck you!" Lev replies as Abby and I laugh. I kneel down by the door, putting my brown leather boots on and tying the laces. Abby watches with a playful smile. I grab my dark blue backpack and bow before looking up at her.

"What?" I question, standing back up.

"Nothing." Abby shrugs. She puts a hand on my stomach. "Pretty soon you won't even be able to tie your own shoes."

"Six more months!" I sigh. "And then this little bean will be the reason we don't get a good night's sleep for years."

"I can't wait." Abby chuckles, following me out the front door. The two of us head to the main gate, spotting a few people waiting around talking with each other. "Get us signed out?" Abby asks.

"If you grab us lunch." I reply,

"Deal." Abby agrees. She lets go of my hand, walking off to the right while I continue forward to the booth. A woman with long red hair and blue eyes looks up at me.

"Oh, hey Y/N!" She greets, setting down the clipboard she was holding. "How're you doing?"

"Hey, Kayla." I smile. "I'm doing pretty great! They've got you workin' at the booth instead of the farm?" I pick up the clipboard and pen, signing my name and Abby's on the sign out sheet.

"Yep." Kayla tsks. "Shawn's sick today so I said I'd fill in. Nice break from being covered in dirt all day."

"And the booth is always shady." I shrug. "I'd say Shawn's got us beat!"

"Got that right." Kayla laughs. I jump when I feel a hand on my lower back. Kayla laughs harder. I don't even have to turn around to know who the culprit is. "Hey, Abby!" Kayla greets.

"Hey there." Abby replies, looking at me with a mischievous grin. "I'd love to stay and talk but the rest of our group is here. We gotta head out." I reach up to fix a loose strand of Abby's hair that's fallen in front of her face. She's a couple inches taller than me so I stand on my toes to make to easier.

"Be safe out there, you two!" Kayla calls as I follow Abby toward the group.

"Will do!" Abby turns around to wave back. The two of us join the rest of the group, piling into the back of a military truck and heading out to the first checkpoint where we'll all split into pairs and take separate routes.

Ten minutes later, we get to the first checkpoint, an old bar. I hop out of the truck, Abby following close behind. We get inside, everyone double checking their gear and partnering up.

"Okay." I sigh, everyone looking to me for instructions. I'm not exactly sure why, but Abby says I'm a natural born leader and that they trust my judgement. I had taken on the role as unofficial team leader without even realizing till she had pointed it out to me a few weeks ago. "Our team's covering the north routes today. The northeast route's been a little more active lately so I want four people to take that one just in case things get hairy. Any volunteers?"

"Mike and I can do it." A woman with brown hair says.

I nod. "Alright. Who's going with Mike and Bonnie?"

"We are." A man in the back says, gesturing to him and his partner.

"Okay, Mike, Bonnie, Chris, and Eric on northeast. Hayley, I want you and Moira to take north, okay?" Moira nods and Hayley holds a thumbs up. "Abby and I will take northwest. Be safe out there, guys. Be smart." With that, we all head off on our routes. Abby follows me, making sure to keep an eye on the treeline. The woods around us are full of life. Birds, deer, squirrels, insects... they all create a beautiful melody; the song of nature.

"Y'know..." Abby starts, pulling me out of my thoughts. "It's pretty hot watching you boss people around."

I scoff, kicking the dirt on the path as I walk. "I don't boss anyone around!"

Abby walks beside me, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "You so do!"

"Shut up!" I shove her playfully. She laughs, lightly shoving me back.

"You love me." She hums, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles lightly.

"I do." I hum back. We walk for a bit longer before we reach the first lookout, a gas station attached to a mechanic's garage. We sit and talk for a few minutes, writing in the sign in notebook that there were no signs of infected. After dawdling long enough, the two of us make our way to the second lookout. Ten minutes into our journey, I spot something moving in the trees.

"To our right." I whisper, both Abby and I ducking behind a bush and aiming our guns toward the movement. Just as I'm about to move up closer to try and get an angle, I hear maniacal screaming. I spin around to see a runner charging at me. I have no time to react as I'm shoved violently to the ground with the runner pinning me down, using all of my strength to keep the runner from biting me.

"Y/N!!" Abby screams. Before she can shoot the runner, a second one comes out from the trees. Abby quickly shoots that one before rushing back to my side and ripping the runner off of me. "You motherfucker!" She growls, slamming the runner to the ground and crushing his skull with her boot, the blood splattering on her and me. I lay there frozen, feeling like the wind got knocked out of me. "Shit!" Abby whisper yells. She kneels down beside me as I gasp for air. "Are you okay? Did it bite you?" She's panicking, frantically searching for any sign of injury. I grab her forearms, keeping her from moving them.

"I'm okay, Abby." I assure her when I catch my breath. "I'm okay." Abby grabs my shoulders, helping me sit up.

"Oh shit, your head is bleeding." Abby says, seeing the blood drip down the back of my neck. I feel the warm, sticky crimson flow down the back of my shirt. "We gotta get you back."

"The baby." I whisper, feeling lightheaded as Abby hands me her bag and gets in front of me, helping me onto her back. "We gotta check on the baby."

"We will, sweet girl." Abby says, walking as fast as she can while I cling to her like a little backpack. "Just hang on." I rest my head on her shoulder, closing my eyes as she carries me all the way back to the checkpoint. From there, she uses the radio to call an emergency pickup. She leaves a note for the rest of the team before helping me into the car and telling the driver to get us back as fast as possible. The car ride is a blur. I lean against Abby while she presses her jacket against the back of my head to keep me from bleeding out. I keep my hand on my stomach the whole time. Finally, we get to the infirmary. A nurse cleans me up and stitches the back of my head, giving me water and crackers to help with the dizziness. When I tell her I'm pregnant, she immediately understands my concern and checks the baby's vitals and preps me for an ultrasound.

"Ultrasound?" I ask as the nurse moves the hem of my shirt up to the edge of my bra, exposing my tiny bump. I've never heard anything like that before.

Abby takes my left hand in hers, squeezing it lightly. "It's kinda like a camera." She explains. "It's so they can see the baby. I read about it in a book." As I'm looking at her, I feel something cold and sticky being rubbed lightly on my stomach. I flinch, looking back at the nurse who is applying a clear jelly-like liquid to my stomach. Abby immediately senses my panic, leaning down to press a kiss to my temple. The bed creaks beneath her as she moves. "It's okay." She mumbles against my temple. "It's just to help the camera." I take a deep breath, sighing as I nod, letting Abby know I'm okay. I peck her lips lightly before she sits back up.

"You two make a cute couple." The nurse says, reaching for what I assume is the camera. Abby thanks her as I laugh a little. "You ready to see your baby?" I nod eagerly, Abby doing the same. The nurse presses the camera against my stomach lightly, moving it around as what looks like static appears on the camera. "There." She says finally, holding the camera in one spot. "See that little blob that's kinda shaped like a bean? That's your baby." I gasp, suddenly feeling tears running down my cheeks.

"Abby." I whisper, staring at the little being on the monitor. "Are you seeing this?" I hear Abby sniffle, looking up to see her crying, too.

"That's our baby, honey." She sniffs. I take her other hand in mine, squeezing both of them. "That's our tiny human in there." She's just as amazed as I am.

"It's perfect." I say, laughing a bit at our reactions. The nurse simply gives a proud smile.

"The baby's perfectly healthy, no sign of injuries." The nurse says. Abby and I feel immediate relief. "If you want, I can print out a picture of it for you. This old equipment still works pretty well.

"Absolutely!" Abby says, barely waiting for the nurse to finish her sentence. The nurse cleans off the gel, prints out a photo of our baby, and hands it to me before Abby and I head out to go home. The entire walk home is spent gushing over the photo, feeling like a warm, beautiful light is shining down upon us. When the two of us get home, Abby closes the door before grabbing my face and kissing me hard. My hands instinctively move to her cheeks, my eyes closing as I feel Abby's lips on mine, curving into a smile. She pulls away, leaving me breathless. "You are incredible." She says, only loud enough for me to hear. She strokes my cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. "I love you... so fucking much."

"I love you too." I whisper, pressing my forehead against hers. She kisses me again, this time gently, as if I might break if she kisses too hard. She pulls away after a few seconds, taking my hand and guiding me into the living room. I sit beside her on the couch, my legs resting across her lap and my body leaning into hers. We sit there in peaceful silence, Abby and I staring at the photo of our baby while she rubs gentle circles on my stomach with her warm hand. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, the front door opens.

[wholesomemendes]

Meet The Parents

Mendes Triplets Au (Peter Mendes)

Summary: After a small slip up at the Mendes’ family dinner one night, Peter decides it’s about time that he brought you home to his parents.

Author’s Note: This is part of the Your Teddy Bear universe (the fic is linked here) but it can also be read on it’s own. You might appreciate some of the time stamps and wording better if you have read my other fic already, but it is still adorable and fluffy if you didn’t read it and it will still make sense. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did rereading it and as always please leave me some feedback, I love hearing what you guys have to say!

The mouthwatering smell of dinner filled the home of the Mendes family, the six of them all taking their respective seats at the kitchen table. The triplets had all decided that it was time they came home from college for a weekend, all of them wanting to watch another one of Aaliyah’s hockey games and have their mother’s home cooked meals.

“So Shawn, how are things going with Ellie?” Shawn’s face lit up at the thought of his girlfriend and he swallowed his food before responding to his mother.

“Absolutely amazing. We finally went out to dinner this week because with my hockey practices and her work schedule, and school of course, it’s been really hard to get together. But I mean it always gets tricky around hockey season and we both know it, it’s been over a year which is crazy. She’s incredible though and things are going really well.”

“That’s great to hear. Why don’t you bring her up for dinner soon? We haven’t seen her in forever,” their mother beamed, their father sharing an approving look next to her.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to her, I’d bet she’d love that,” Shawn replies, not even thinking before he’s nudging his brother that’s seated next to him, “Peter, you should bring Y/n, too.”

The once energy filled room turned silent, both of their parents' mouths hung wide open while Aaliyah looked at the youngest triplet skeptically. Suddenly incredibly interested in his food, Peter began pushing the meat on his plate around, head dropping to hide the nervous blush on his cheeks.

“Um, Peter is um,” Karen cleared her throat, trying to find the right words when she knew her son was panicking on the inside, “Is this Y/n your, um, your girlfriend?”

Peter’s face burned brighter at his mother’s words. “Shit dude, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about it,” Shawn whispered, guilt eating him up inside over exposing his brother’s relationship.

“It’s ok,” Peter whispered before lifting his head up to meet his parents' confused stares. “Yeah, um, she’s my girlfriend. But it’s only been like 4 months so…”

“4 months?!”

“Karen, let the poor boy talk,” Manny sighed, noticing the anxious look in Peter’s eyes.

“Damn, Pete. I’ve never even seen you talk to a girl.”

“Aaliyah, stop. Now how about you tell us a little about her, son.”

“Oh um,” Peter cleared his throat, running his sweaty palms along his jean covered thighs, “Well she’s really nice and extremely beautiful. Um, she’s funny, too. I don’t really-I don’t really know what else to say.” He let out a nervous chuckle, heart racing inside of his chest.

“I think it’s wonderful that you have a girlfriend, Peter,” his mother told him softly, heart bursting with joy that her bashful son had found someone of his own, “How did the two of you meet?”

If it was possible for Peter’s cheeks to get any redder, they would have as he mumbled out his response, “At a party.”

Aaliyah scoffed at her brother’s response, “He’s making this up. There’s no way she’s real.”

“Aaliyah!”

“What? You’re trying to tell me that first, Peter, PETER, goes to a party? Since when does that happen? And then second of all, he talks to a girl there? So in one night he managed to not only go to a party, but also score a girlfriend? I find that hard to believe.”

“I didn’t want to go to the party, Raul and Shawn dragged me there,” Peter muttered, “Besides, she approached me, it wasn’t like I went up to her.”

“See, I don’t believe that either.”

“He’s telling the truth,” Raul chimed in, swallowing a large piece of steak before continuing, “She’s hot, too. Unlike all the nerds in his classes.”

“Raul, be nice,” his mother warns, sending a disapproving mom glance his way causing him to raise his hands up in surrender. “Well, Peter I think I speak for all of us when we say we’d love to meet her. That is if you feel comfortable with it.”

“I’ll talk to her, it’s just- I don’t want her to be uncomfortable at all. We haven’t talked about meeting each other’s parents yet and it’s the most serious relationship I’ve ever been in, I don’t want to mess anything up. Especially not with her.”

“We understand. No pressure at all, just talk to her.” Peter nods with a small smile on his face, relieved when his father begins to ask Raul about his love life.

“You know, nothing serious right now, just a couple dates here and there.”

“There’s really no one you’re interested in right now?”

“Oh, I’m interested in a lot of girls right now, but I doubt anything serious will come out of it. I’m just not really looking for a relationship at the moment.”

Aaliyah lets out a little snort of laughter at Raul’s words, “Stay safe. I’m not ready to be an aunt yet.”

“Aaliyah!” _______________

The commotion from the rest of the family in the living room could be heard from the kitchen where Peter and his mother were cleaning up dinner. Peter had always been a momma’s boy, so it was no surprise when he offered to help her with the dishes. “So, do you want to tell me more about this girlfriend of yours?”

Karen watches as her son turns a bright shade of pink, but also doesn’t miss the hint of something other than nerves in his eyes. “I, um, what do you want to know?”

She places a comforting hand on his upper back, knowing the wheels are spinning inside of that intelligent head of his, “Whatever you want to tell me. Or if you don’t want to tell me anything at all that’s ok, too.”

“Well, she’s so different than me, Mom.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, no not at all,” he smiles at the thought of his girlfriend, knowing that she’s probably munching on some random takeout she ordered while watching netflix as he speaks, “She’s extremely outgoing and is really well known around school, but not in a bad way. She’s just so social that everyone seems to know her. Her personality just evens me out, you know? Like she helps me get out of my comfort zone sometimes, little by little, and she’s always there next to me every step of the way. And she has this soft side that I’ve only seen her use around me. It makes me feel special, Mom. No girl has ever thought of me as anything other than Shawn and Raul’s brother. Then she comes around, takes one look at me and starts a full on conversation with me. And I’ll be honest I had a secret crush on her before we had even met, but how could I not? She’s just-she’s incredible, I don’t know.” He shakes his head with that lovesick grin on his face, Karen’s heart growing over how fondly her boy was talking about this girl that was obviously incredibly important in his life.

“Have you told her yet?” she asks cautiously, not wanting to overstep if he hadn’t even admitted it to himself.

“Told her what?”

“That you love her?”

“Oh, um, yeah actually. Just last week.” Karen’s smile grows even wider as she brings Peter into her arms, his head automatically coming to rest in the crook over her neck.

“Peter, I’m so happy for you. You know I would love to meet her, but if you don’t think either of you are ready for that, that’s perfectly fine, too.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he sighed, melting more into his mother’s embrace even though he towered over her by at least half a foot. “I’ll talk to her about it, but I’m scared. I’ve never brought a girl home before and I don’t want to do anything stupid.”

“You brought a girl home for dinner before? Oh what was her name, was it Jasmine?”

Peter groaned, releasing his mother from his grasp, “I was only a sophomore in high school, that doesn’t count. Besides, we only dated for like 2 months or something, I don’t even think it was that long.”

“Still, you have nothing to worry about, I’m sure she’d love to come,” Karen assured him as she placed a light kiss to his cheek before turning back to the dishes.

“I know, it’s just, I love her. I’ve never loved anyone like this before and it’s frightening. For one of the first times in my life I don’t know what to do and I can’t come up with a logical answer behind it.”

“You’ve gotta stop thinking with that brilliant head of yours and start thinking with this-” she stabs his chest lightly with the tip of her finger- “This is what will get you far with that girl, ok? You’ve got the kindest heart of anyone I know, Peter, and I have a feeling Y/n sees that, too. Just talk to her and if it helps, invite her over when Shawn brings Ellie, maybe it’d make her feel better. But talk to her, see what she needs.”

“Ok I will. I love you Mom, thank you.”

“I love you, too Peter, but it seems like I’ve got to share your love with someone else now. And I couldn’t be happier about it.” _______________

“What are you doing next weekend?” You look over at Peter from where you were finishing your nightly routine in the bathroom, seeing him staring up at you with hopeful eyes while laying on his bed.

“I don’t know, I don’t think anything. Why, what’s up?” you asked as you shut the light off in the bathroom before making your way towards your handsome boyfriend. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you turned to face him, running your fingers through his hair enough to make him lean into your touch. “It’s nothing, I mean it’s something, but it’s not that big of a deal, unless you think it’s a big deal then I guess…”

“Peter,” you chuckled, watching his frightened eyes look up at you, “Take a deep breath. There’s no need to worry, you can talk to me about anything.”

“I know, it’s just…” he paused, not knowing how to actually bring it up. He wondered how pathetic you would think he was when you found out he was worrying himself over asking you to meet his parents, “It’s just, my parents want to meet you.”

“Oh, they do?” You’d be lying if you said your heart rate didn’t increase a little bit at his words. You obviously had met a boyfriend’s parents before, but that didn’t make it any less nerve wracking, especially because this was Peter’s parents you were talking about, the people who gave birth to the only person you had ever proclaimed your love to outside of your family. You may have won over the hearts of his brothers, but if you didn’t win over the hearts of his parents as well, you didn’t know what you’d do.

“Yeah, um, Shawn might have accidentally brought you up when we visited them two weeks ago and they seemed really excited to meet you. My mom especially, she invited you to dinner right after hearing about you. If you don’t want to go it’s fine, I don’t know if it’s too early or anything but…”

You shut his ramble up with a kiss on his lips, hovering over his body slightly to reach him. “I’d love to meet your parents bubs,” you mumbled against his lips, watching a wide grin form on his face when you pulled away.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You could feel his heart beating frantically under his t-shirt and you knew that even though your heart was beating equally as fast, you had to be the calm one in the relationship unless you wanted him to have a heart attack. Swinging a leg over his body, you straddled his waist, causing his breath to hitch in his throat. A smirk formed on your face as you leaned in to place a string of gentle kisses onto the base of his collarbones leading up to his jaw, wanting nothing more than to spend time with your boyfriend, who looked especially hot in his grey sweatpants tonight, rather than worrying about screwing everything up with his parents.

“Mom said, um,” Peter’s words were caught in his throat as his brain began to fog up from the way your lips felt on him, his breathing beginning to quicken for a completely different reason then before, “She said you can, you can come to dinner with Shawn’s girlfriend if you-shit- if you don’t want to go alone.”

“I’m a big girl, I can go alone,” you muttered into his neck, beginning to suck hard enough on the soft skin on his neck that you knew it would leave a mark in the morning. His hands that had been basically frozen at his sides all night found purchase on your hips from your actions, a satisfied smirk growing larger on your face as a result. You brought a hand to rest on his chest, feeling his quick heartbeat under your palm while you pulled away from his neck to look into his wide eyes, “Pete, your heart’s racing.”

“Yeah, it kinda does that when I’m around you,” he whispered, averting your gaze in an attempt to hide his blushing cheeks. It was crazy how your mood could go from wanting to kiss every inch of him and leave marks behind in every place, to wanting to hug the shit out of him and squish his cheeks. So that’s exactly what you did. You laid your body on top of his, wrapping your arms around his neck as you inhaled his signature scent, “I love you so much, Peter Mendes.”

Peter wasted no time collecting you in his strong arms, pulling the blanket up to cover the two of you. “I love you too, angel. So-” he emphasized each word with a kiss on your head- “so, so much.”

Your heart burst at his words and you cuddled tighter into his warmth, “Let’s talk more in the morning, ok? But there is no doubt in my mind that I want to meet the people that created my favorite person.”

“You’re amazing, how’d I get so lucky?” he mumbled into your hair, “I already know they are going to love you as much as I do.” _______________

“Peter calm down, you’re more nervous than I am,” you laughed, placing your hand on his jittering leg. He averted his eyes quickly from the road to look at you and you could see the fear bubbling inside of them. “Bubs, what’s got you so worried? Do you not think they’ll like me?”

Moving one of his hands from where it was fidgeting against the steering wheel, he placed it over yours on his thigh, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. “No, that’s not it at all, angel. They’re going to love you so much, there’s no fear in my mind about that. It’s just,” he sighed, squeezing your hand lovingly, “I’ve never taken a girl home before. I mean I did once when I was a sophomore in high school, but it wasn’t anything serious so it doesn’t feel the same. I just don’t know what to expect because I’m really serious about this, about us.”

“I don’t know what to expect either and that’s ok. Everything is going to be fine.” You brought his hand up to your lips and a smile graced his face at your actions. “And Peter...I’m very serious about this, too. I think now was the right time to take the next step for us.”

“I love you,” he whispered, eyes tearing away from the road for a slight moment to look you in the eyes.

“I love you too, bubs.” _______________

“Ok, ok, this is fine. We’re fine.”

“Peter, breathe. It’s going to be-”

“Peter! I’m so glad you made it,” Karen exclaimed, wrapping her son up in her arms. You stayed to the back, not wanting to interrupt their tender mother-son moment. You saw Karen whisper something into your boyfriend’s ear, allowing you to take a deep breath to calm your nerves before they broke apart. When the two separated, she turned to you with a wide smile on her face, “You, my dear, must be Y/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you!” You returned the smile immediately, offering a hand for her to shake, but she dodged it completely, choosing to bring you in for a hug just as she did with Peter.

It was strange how comforting it felt to be with her, you had known her for all of one minute and you already felt calmer in her grasp. Must be her special mom talent, “Thank you for having me tonight, Mrs. Mendes.”

“Oh please, no need for formalities. Call me Karen. Now why don’t the two of you come on in, dinner will be ready in a few minutes.” Karen ushered the two of you inside and you were met with one of the most delicious smelling scents you ever had the pleasure of smelling. It was very clear that Peter got his cooking skills from his mother, even if you didn’t know his father’s cooking this scent easily mimicked one you’d find in the boy’s apartment.

“Hey son,” Manny greeted, pulling Peter in for a hug just as his mother did, “When are your brothers getting here?”

“They were right behind us when we were driving down. I assume they’ll be here in a couple minutes.”

“Perfect, just in time for dinner.” His father patted his shoulder lovingly before moving to face you, “Y/n right? I’m Manny, Peter’s father.”

He enveloped you in a hug as well and you could see the loving personality Peter had in both of his parents. “It’s so nice to meet you, thank you for letting me join you for dinner,” you smiled, watching Manny’s eyes crinkle beneath his glasses.

“Of course, I must say we’ve all been looking forward to meeting you. Peter has said some great things about you.”

“Dad…” Peter whined as he came closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, “She doesn’t need to know.”

“Oh stop worrying, like I said, all good things.” With one last smile, Manny left the two of you, choosing to head towards the door where Shawn and Raul had just loudly made themselves known instead.

“Hey, we’re here!” You immediately recognized the voice as Shawn’s and for some reason, knowing that the two other triplets were here brought you a sense of comfort. Suddenly, you felt an arm sling around your shoulders, lightly bringing you into a playful chokehold, causing you to jump slightly from the fright. “Welcome to dinner at the Mendes’ house, newbie,” a husky voice whispered in your ear and you rolled your eyes, slapping the arm around you hard enough to make them release it without hurting them.

“Get out of here, Raul.”

Raul held his arm gingerly, a smug smirk on his face, “Hey, I’m a Mendes, you can’t kick me out. You on the other hand better watch it, missy, and stop injuring family members, you don’t have the superior last name to keep you safe.”

“Raul, stop.” You could tell by the sternness in your boyfriend’s voice that he was trying to assert some form of dominance over his slightly older brother as he pulled you tighter to his body, but Peter’s soft boy persona didn’t put a dent in Raul’s smirk.

“Hey, it’s your girlfriend you’ve got to control. She’s in the house for all of five minutes and she’s already breaking my arm.”

“Please, I barely touched you. I feel bad for all of the girls you’ve been with if your body is so fragile.”

“Damn, dishing it right back. I always knew you had a keeper, Pete.” Raul ruffled the curls on Peter’s head as the younger triplet tried to swat his hand away. Pleased with his work, Raul stepped away, shooting a teasing grin both of your ways before heading off to pester his poor mother. Peter sighed, scrunching up his glasses higher up his nose as he desperately tried to fix the mess of curls on his head to no avail.

“Come here,” you cooed, soft hands replacing his own on his head. Running your fingers gently through his hair a couple of times, you smiled to yourself when you felt his hands go instinctively to your hips, applying such little pressure that you wouldn’t have known they were there if you hadn’t already trained your body to sense Peter’s light touches. “I hope winning over your parents is as easy as winning over your brothers,” you whispered as you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He blushed from your touch, leaning slightly into your hands that were placed delicately on his jaw, “I already know they love you. I can see it in their eyes.”

“And I love you.” You placed one last kiss on the tip of his nose as his mother announced that dinner was ready before heading towards the kitchen to offer your help. Peter watched from his seat at the table while you carried in dishes with his mother, his younger sister coming downstairs and following suit to grab some plates. He was typically the one that helped his mother, but when he saw you head over there on your own, he figured he should take a small step back and let you replace his help for a night.

Dinner went by without a hitch, both of his parents asking you basic questions about school, your interests, and your hobbies as you all ate. You were sat between Peter and Shawn, your boyfriend’s hand intertwined with yours under the table at all times. This caused a few comical moments when he would be so focused on what you were saying that his nondominant hand he was using to eat with would completely miss his mouth, but the embarrassment was short lived once you squeezed his hand reassuringly with a loving smile on your face. Karen and Manny absolutely adored you. They saw the way Peter looked at you and you returned that look every time, telling them everything they needed to know about the two of you without either of you uttering a single word. Aaliyah was more interested in what mascara you used (she claimed hers was always drying out and getting clumpy and apparently you had the greatest eyelashes she had ever seen) than how her brother was looking at you, but you were grateful all the same that she was comfortable enough to talk to you.

As the plates became bare on the table, the boys began to stand up to make their way towards the couch to pick a movie as they always did when they came back home. You stood up alongside Karen, moving to grab some plates before Peter grabbed your wrist to stop you, “It’s ok, angel, I always help Mom with the dishes. You can go pick out a movie with Raul and Shawn if you want to.”

You shook his hand off lightly, offering him a reassuring smile, “I’m fine. I’m more than happy to help.”

“But-”

“Peter, why don’t you go with your brothers. Y/n and I can have some nice girl talk while we clean up,” Karen suggested as she took some plates to the sink, leaving the two of them alone.

“Are you sure, angel? I do it every time it’s not a problem-”

“Bubs, it’s ok, I want to help. Go, I’ll meet you in there when we’re done.” You kissed the curls on top of his head before picking up more dishes on the table.

You and Karen cleaned in silence for a few moments, only speaking when she told you her preferred way of cleaning, until she spoke up, “You know it’s so wonderful that you were able to come out tonight. I’ve been wanting to meet you since he first told me about you at our last dinner.” “I’m so glad I could come. Thank you for dinner, it was so delicious, I know where Peter gets his cooking skills from,” you laughed, earning a sincere chuckle to leave Karen’s lips as well.

“Yeah, well I’m lucky one of them can cook. I don’t know how they’d live if that boy couldn’t make his way around the kitchen. Those other two troublemakers are hopeless,” she sighed with a disapproving shake of her head.

“You’re telling me, one time when I came over Raul almost burned down the place just trying to make pancakes.”

“Oh those boys, they are a handful aren’t they.”

“They are, but in the best way possible. You can tell they were raised right, they are some of the best people I’ve ever met.”

“Well thank you, I tried. Imagine trying to run after three little gremlins, that was my life 24/7 when they were kids.” You grinned at the thought of three little boys, all with an identical mop of curls on their head that bounced around while they ran away giggling from their worried mother. “Peter was always the calmer of the bunch though, always a big momma’s boy. I’m just so happy that he’s found someone like you.”

“I’m so happy to have found him. I honestly don’t think I deserve him sometimes, he’s just such a beautiful soul.” Your eyes found their way to your handsome boyfriend on the loveseat in the living room, head thrown back in laughter over something his brother had said. You admired the way his nose scrunched up when he smiled and the crease lines on his cheeks from his evident happiness.

“Don’t sell yourself short, honey. I may not have known you long, but just by talking to you tonight and the way Peter has talked so highly about you, I can tell you’re a wonderful person as well. And you know what they say, a mother’s intuition never lies.” Her focus went back to the dishes for a moment as she pondered her next words carefully, “You know, even though I never told anyone this, I always had a slight fear that Peter wouldn’t be able to experience young love like his brother’s have.”

You paused your movements for a moment, your attention fully on her now, “What made you think that?”

“Well, Peter has always had his goals set straight. It was always school and grades and a job, which is wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but he never let himself stray from that path even if it meant he could be happier. He never had the courage to talk to a girl either, he’s always been my shy little boy, and I don’t know. I was just worried that he might be too in his head to let himself be open with someone like he is with you.”

Tears were beginning to well in your eyes at her words and you quietly sniffled to yourself to try to tame the emotions that were threatening to spill from your chest, “That means a lot to me that Peter chose to open up to me. I haven’t prioritized dating either since I’ve been in college, so we’re learning together, but I’m willing to take whatever he will give me. I think very highly of your son and I’m very serious about this with him.”

“That’s all I could ask for,” she told you sincerely, placing the last clean dish in the cupboard before bringing you in for a tight hug, “I know the two of you haven’t been dating awfully long, but you are always welcome to come over for dinner. We’d all love to have such a kind hearted person at our table.”

“Thank you, I truly can’t thank you enough.”

“No need to thank me. I should be thanking you for bringing so much joy to my son.” She pulled away with a smile as she motioned to the living room, “Now let’s go see what those troublemakers are up to.”

Upon approaching the boys, Peter’s eyes immediately caught yours and he motioned for you to join him, lifting the blanket so you could snuggle up next to him. “How’d it go in there?’ he asked, hand coming up to play with your fingers, “Did she scare you away yet?”

“No,” you laughed lightly, “She definitely didn’t scare me away. I don’t plan on going anywhere for a long time. You’re stuck with me, loser.”

“I don’t know, being stuck with you? Sounds to me like I’m a winner.” He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a light kiss before wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him. The loud chatter of voices came to a minimum as Manny pressed play and you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were to be welcomed into the Mendes household.

[jawnjendes]

can’t see in the stormy weather | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

NOTE: this is NOT the new series. this is a one shot that takes place during the early stages of their relationship... you’ll find it in the Season 1 section of the masterlist :) 

goth gf playlist | masterlist

When Shawn asked me to make a playlist describing who I am, I almost threw myself back to California. I don't know what it is about people wanting to know things about me, but it's annoying. I detest it.

It's not like he made me a playlist full of sappy love songs. He just wanted to hear songs I identify with. That was borderline terrifying because Shawn is a musician. He lives and breathes music and analyzing lyrics and melodies. What's he going to think if he finds Halsey's "Without Me" or 5SOS's "Invisible?"

Oh yeah. I deeply project whatever bits of me I discover onto songs. Then I stick to those songs and keep them on repeat and I make sure no one knows about them because then people would know things about me. It's irrational and unrealistic but that's how my stupid brain works. Anyone who's ever known me needs to disappear! They can't have the luxury of knowing me and all my secrets! What the fuck would I do if Shawn and I broke up? I'd have to kill him, that's what.

"What, are you gonna kill me too if we stop being friends?" Stella asked. "Seriously, it's just a playlist. It doesn't have to be that deep."

"I told you what the prompt was, right?" I replied.

"Yeah. And that is because Shawn knows you don't verbally express yourself about… anything. So he gave you a different outlet."

Fuck, I thought I was the psychology major here.

Yes, it was easier to let Shawn in through ways where I didn't have to say things out loud and explicitly. I had to admit that. But he was still going to find out things I had yet to tell him. Important things apart from the anxiety and semi-regular therapy sessions.

"Why don't you just pick generic songs you like, and not the ones that reveal too much?" Stella suggested.

I scoffed. "I'm closed off, I'm not a liar."

"It's not lying. Everyone's favorite song means something. I was listening to Big Time Rush when I touched down on Toronto for the first time. Everytime I hear Boyfriend I think about how I successfully made it out of my parents' house."

As nice as that sentiment was, I couldn't bring myself to find ways around the prompt. I had to do what Shawn said: compile a bunch of songs that I feel represent who I am. Besides, making playlists is… really fucking fun.

~

It took an hour of adding, removing, and very specific placements, but I was happy about my playlist to the point where I was nervous. I sent the link to Shawn the next morning when I knew he was on the way to the gym. Figured he’d listen to it during his morning workout and get it overwith. But no.

No.

Basically, I’m a fool who forgets she’s dating a musician.

So here I was, thinking that Shawn would make of what he will about the songs I chose and we would never talk about it. Wow, was I fucking wrong. How did I not expect Shawn to want to know the why?

He was a little sneaky about it too. Shawn invited me over to his place after my classes, and why the fuck would I say no to that? Of course I went over, internally cursing myself for not shaving my legs the night before. He usually had the TV on and a steaming mug of chamomile ready for me whenever I came over no matter the circumstance. Today there was only tea, and a stupidly excited Shawn.

“We have music to listen to you today!” he said when he had me on his couch.

He knew I wouldn’t play dumb either. And because of the fact that I was looking at his stupid beautiful face, I couldn’t move away from this topic.

“Cool…” I said stiffly.

Jet Black Heart - Live

He pulled up the playlist, which I had titled with the black heart emoji, and hit shuffle. Completely going against the very intricate order I put each song in. He was surprised to hear an audience screaming at the first song, but he recognized the tune that came shortly after.

“Why’d you pick this one?” he asked, his arm going around the back of the couch, watching me with his stupid pretty eyes.

I chuckled. “It’s a goth joke! Everything about me is dark, even my heart!”

“And there’s a hurricane underneath it?” Shawn guessed. He really was going to pick apart the lyrics and apply them to me, huh? “Any reason why it’s the live version?”

The answer wasn’t anything too telling or cheesy. It was still hard to maintain eye contact as I explained. “Stella introduced me to this band. She dragged me to a 5SOS concert and now it’s our tradition to see them whenever they tour.”

“Is this your favorite song?”

“Live, yeah. It just reminds me of feeling so alive. Concerts are the only times I feel that way.”

Shawn grinned at the sentiment. He seemed happy with that answer and sang along to the rest of the song.

“And there’s your deep shit of the day,” I said when it ended.

“I want more.”

What I’m Made Of…

I felt a tiny pit in my stomach. I knew this song, and I knew that Shawn did not know this song. He was looking down at the album cover on his phone, thinking to himself. Then, he turned to me expectantly.

“So…?”

“Just enjoy the lyrics and the sick guitar solo.”

He was quiet for a minute. “Well, I do get your vibes from it. But you’re also reluctant to show me what you’re made of.”

I hesitated. “It’s uh, a battle song. I’ll fight someone for trying to forcibly take anything from me.”

“Like if somebody jumped you?”

“Physically, mentally, emotionally. Yeah.”

Again, silence. “You gonna fight me?”

I knew he was joking, and I cracked a grin. “Jury’s out.”

“Any reasoning behind this soundtrack?” He showed me the cover, and I internally tried not to panic.

I had plucked the song off the wrong album, and now Shawn knew I was a fan of a certain speedy blue creature.

So much for being cool and mysterious. I’m just a fucking nerd now.

“Nah, not at all,” I casually replied.

Honestly, I enjoyed this song. I love this song. Why else would it be on this playlist? But just this once, I wanted to skip to the next one.

And when the next one came, I wanted to skip again.

I Am… All of Me

“Do, do you kin a certain hedgehog?” Shawn asked, once again amused by the album cover.

“No…” I resisted rolling my eyes.

“This song definitely sounds like you. Tell me, am I dating a hedgehog?”

Suddenly, this felt less nerve wracking and more annoying. I sighed heavily.

“I thought you wanted to know more about me.”

He chuckled. “Hey, I’m trying. I’m interpreting all these songs in whatever way I can because you won’t explain them to me. Plus, this song is from a video game.”

“Did it occur to you that maybe I like the game this song came from? Maybe I casually like this whole franchise because-” I stopped myself upon seeing Shawn’s face light up, like he wanted me to go on.

But no, he made fun of me. This song is now void, and he will not get an answer.

“Because?” he coaxed.

“Because nothing.” I grabbed his phone out of his hand and skipped to the next song.

Without Me

“Oh, who hurt you?”

“You already know that story. Next!”

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes)

I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.

Shawn looked at me for a moment, still trying to analyze the fuck out of my song choice. “I gotta say, I was expecting more goth music. You listen to a lot of mainstream artists.”

“There’s no rule saying I can’t. Mainstream artists are popular for a reason.”

“Touche. So why this song?”

“It’s what people think I am. Grumpy, bitter, always in black.”

"But that's not all you are." Shawn held his hand out to me, and I took it. He looked down at my chipped polish, running his fingers over my nails. "I mean, you are grumpy. Bitter? No, I'd say realistic. Always in black? Yeah, and you look beautiful all the time because you feel good in it."

That last part struck me. At least I didn't look odd to him. He didn't fall for the tough exterior I've built for myself. That little fact was both touching and terrifying.

"I know there's more to you than the way you dress yourself. It's why I like you so much." He grinned.

Cry With a Smile

"There's the goth metal you were looking for!" I exclaimed.

"Mm, your sense of belonging, as you put it. I know all about this already."

And he skipped to the next song.

A Little Too Much

Shawn perked up a little bit, a smile growing on his face. Then he looked at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Is that me?"

Now my cheeks burned. "Yeah. This song feels like a callout."

"Babe…" He was still smiling as he leaned in to cup my face and kiss my forehead.

"Yeah, can you believe? I get tired of being a hardass sometimes." I was only half joking.

Not a lot of people knew my deal with anxiety and depression, much less why they intensified over the last couple of years. The urge to tell Shawn everything was beginning to form in my throat but I kept pushing it down. He looked too happy, and I didn't want to bring that down.

"You don't have to be a hardass around me," he said sweetly. "Actually, please don't be a hardass around me, okay? Everyone has their limits."

Then, he skipped to the next song, because he was sick of his own voice.

Fist Bump

Shawn looked at me once again, a grin on his face. Here we go again.

“I’m noticing a trend here.”

“I like this franchise, okay?”

“Okay, kinnie.”

I rolled my eyes and sat back, scrolling on my phone to diffuse the frustration. What was the point if he was just going to make fun of me?

“Hey.” Shawn gently placed his hand over my phone, getting me to put it down. “I’m only kidding. You can laugh.”

My eyes narrowed.

“I’m serious! Look, maybe if you just tell me what these songs mean to you, I’ll understand better. Just give me a chance.”

His eyes didn’t show any bit of deceit… But that’s how they all are. And everytime, I’m always a fool. So I sighed and tried not to cringe at my own words.

“It’s lame… and stupid… and really stupid. But all those silly little video game songs? They…” I exhaled, and chipped at my nails. “You know I deal with… anxiety and everlasting sadness…”

“You mean depression?” Shawn corrected.

“Yeah, whatever,” I went on. “The world is full of some real shit, and, and the songs and the games…” I made a face and looked down. “They’re comforting.”

It was silent for a minute before a hand went and cupped my chin. I was met with Shawn’s eyes and glowing smile. But then he opened his mouth and the most baby baby voice came out.

“Does Sonic make yew feew bettew?”

I smacked his hand away. “I swear to-”

But I didn’t finish that statement because he tackled me in a hug.

“Kidding, kidding! I’m sorry, baby, that was the last one, I promise!” He kissed the side of my head before leaning back to look at me. “I think it’s really cute you like this series.”

“It’s not cute, it’s self care,” I mumbled.

Head Above Water

“Finally, a song I know!” Shawn exclaimed, and he dove into singing along.

I forgot I put that one on the playlist. I meant to take it off. It only made me more nervous that Shawn already knew this song. He was one step closer to unlocking the big one.

He sounded beautiful as he sang, lost in the melancholy melody. I watched him, trying not to give anything away through my face alone. It was getting harder to keep it together, just from the little things I had already told Shawn.

And so came the inevitable expectant look. “So? Depression? Religion?”

Part of me wanted to let him think that. Depression is common, it’s easier to explain than the real reason. Besides, it’s not a lie. I do have my dark days, and even darker periods. But depression isn’t the reason for this song.

“Nope,” I replied.

“You know, Avril Lavigne wrote this when she was really sick.”

Dammit, he does know what this song is about.

I sighed heavily. “How do I put this in a way that doesn’t sound scary or pathetic?”

“You’re sick,” Shawn guessed with a chuckle. But the look on my face changed the mood, and he went serious. “How bad are we talking?”

“I get sick… every so often,” I explained. “It’s nothing scary, it’s just… chronic IBS. I can manage it, I just have to be careful with what I eat.”

He nodded as he listened. “So it’s not that bad, but it’s enough for you to have a whole song about being sick?”

I hesitated. “There’s another song, actually.”

“Two?” Shawn shifted in his seat. “So that must mean it’s a bigger deal to you than you’re making it out to be.”

And he thinks he doesn’t know me well enough.

I didn’t like talking about my health problems, unless it was with my doctor. I didn’t talk about how annoying all this shit was outside my therapist’s office. Anytime I felt frustrated about food, I talked myself down because it could literally be worse. Why would I whine about something so mundane?

“You know you don’t have to tone it down for me,” Shawn added when I stayed quiet for too long. “And, if it helps… now I understand why you read restaurant menus so carefully.”

“Like I said, I have to be careful.” My voice went thick for a moment, so I coughed. “I eat the wrong thing, and I end up sleeping in the bathroom til the wrong thing is out.”

“So it’s frustrating to deal with this all the time?”

“Yeah… and I spent two and a half years not knowing what was wrong with me, two and a half years going to the doctor more times than a young adult should for their age… two and a half years thinking I might die…”

Shawn’s eyes widened. “Years?”

“We went to a doctor in Mexico, and he finally diagnosed me with IBS,” I explained. “But that was after the words ‘lymphoma’ and ‘tumor’ were thrown into the mix. It’s not really something you forget. Oh, and I hate vomiting. I hate it so much that I can’t be in the same room as someone who might be queasy. So that’s annoying.”

“Wow…”

I suddenly felt a little self conscious. “I know it’s stu-”

“If you say stupid one more time,” Shawn cut me off. “This is the least stupid thing you could be talking about right now.”

“My anxiety links back to food, too. Think that’s important to mention.”

“Is that why you always want to go back to your dorm after a dinner date?”

Oof, so he noticed. I stayed quiet, so Shawn continued.

“I can take care-”

“No,” I said immediately. The last thing I needed was my boyfriend seeing me have a meltdown because I ate something spicy. The last thing I needed was for anyone to see me have an anxiety attack after vomiting. “It’s not your job.”

Shawn reached over to cup my cheek. Only then did I realize I had been tearing up, and he was wiping it away.

I turned my head away, dabbing at my eyes with my sweater sleeves. I didn’t want to look pathetic and I failed.

“I have to ask,” he said after a moment, “have you gotten sick at all since we started dating?”

“It is a chronic illness that I have.”

“And you just… you just took care of yourself? While you were sleeping in the bathroom?”

“Like I’ve always done since I left home.”

“Impressive. I always call my mom when I feel sick, and she comes over every time.”

I was honestly surprised. I was expecting him to be upset because I never called him in my time of need. And that alone, made more tears well up in my eyes.

“Hey,” he said, scooting closer to me. “It’s okay. You probably went through a lot before you got diagnosed. It’s frustrating, I can see it weighing on your shoulders. Just tell me if there’s anything I can do for you.”

I could feel him looming over me, waiting for me to fall back in his arms. The song had long since ended, and it wasn’t about the playlist anymore. Shawn was just waiting for me to do something. I couldn’t bear to look at him, because his kindness and understanding would make me break even more. He really was too kind, far more than I expected.

Even when I said nothing, and he took out his phone. I thought he got bored, but his next prompt made me look up at him.

“Okay, so that barbeque restaurant we went to the other night, we had spicy buffalo wings for an appetizer, so we won’t have those again. Any other food that might make you sick?”

I stared for a moment before I caught another tear with my sleeve. “Um… can we skip that whole restaurant? Barbeque and my stomach don’t mix.”

Shawn typed, and the only sound in the room was his clicking keyboard. “Got it. No more barbeque. Any other place or food to avoid?”

“It’s a long list…”

“That’s why I’m writing it down.”

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Home (one shot)

Okay so.. this is for Claire’s 1k writing challenge @the-claire-bitch-project

I chose the polyamorous relationship prompt and I spent a hell of a long time writing and editing this so I hope it’s good

Word Count: 7,872

Pairings: Shawn x OC x Tom x OC x Harrison

Warnings: Swearing and Smut

“Good morning.” Shawn smiled over his mug. He had on a pair of sweats that hung low on his hips, his dark curls fell into his eyes as he sipped his coffee. He had been up for the past three hours but hadn’t yet found a need to get dressed after his morning workout and shower.

“Mornin’.” A tired voice filled the kitchen. Shawn felt a smile grow on his face as he set his mug down to pick up the blue and purple one. He handed it to Reagan who leaned up to kiss Shawn’s cheek, a few loose curls tickling Shawn’s skin in the process.

“Haz up yet?” Shawn asked as he went to check on the breakfast he and Phoebe had made. The heat of the oven flushed his cheeks and Shawn pulled away to look at Reagan with red cheeks. 

“He’s in the bathroom yeah.” Reagan replied sipping her coffee before walking over to Shawn.

“Pheebs is in the shower.” Shawn mumbled as he felt Reagan’s arms wrap around his middle. Reagan placed a few kisses along his left shoulder before humming in acknowledgement.

“I heard the water running when I walked past, knew it was probably her.” Regan nodded.

“How were classes last week?” Shawn asked as Reagan rested her forehead against her shoulder.

“Long, it’s the first few weeks back just getting used to it again.” Reagan mumbled against the skin of Shawn’s shoulder. Reagan was a Physical Chemistry major, and oftentimes the workload was heavy and strenuous. “Last year all of you were home when we went back so it was easier to stay grounded and motivated.” Reagan added. “That and physics sucks.” She finished with.

“Physics?” Shawn asked. Reagan nodded when she felt Shawn’s voice vibrate as he spoke.

“Yeah, gotta take physics this year, you know physical chemistry?” Shawn laughed lightly and nodded. Reagan smiled against the warm skin of Shawn’s back. He was always warm, even if it was twenty degrees outside Shawn was warm. That’s why everyone usually wound up cuddling with him in the winter. Under a blanket with Shawn’s body heat it was impossible to be cold.

“Still not so sure about the whole college system. I just listen to you and Pheebs.” Shawn replied. Phoebe was a Public Health Polciy major and would be going to law school for Pubic Health Policy Law following the completion of her degree. Shawn broke away from Reagan’s hold to go pull the breakfast he and Phoebe had made out of the oven and set it on top to cool. “Pheebs doesn't always help though with the college talk. ‘How’s classes?’ ‘Good.’ ‘Any homework?’ ‘Yeah, I’ll be down for dinner.’.” Shawn reenacted a conversation from the night before when Phoebe come home from her last night class for the week.

“We just handle it differently.” Reagan shrugged as she watched Shawn make another pot of coffee. “Another pot?” Reagan asked and Shawn shrugged picking up his own mug again, it was almost empty and Reagan was sure that he would be refilling it. Shawn watched as Reagan grabbed a plate and took a few of the doughnut muffins and the mini quiches out if the trays before finding her way to one of the barstools.

“Me and Phoebe have been up since around six thirty, so our day has been started already.” Shawn leaned against the counter as Reagan sat at the bar, a comfortable silence blanketing the two. It usually occurred in the morning while they waited for Harrison to stumble his way into the kitchen or for Tom to happily bounce down the stairs greeting everyone.

Shawn was in the middle of making his own plate when Harrison finally appeared in the kitchen, his glasses still on and his hair falling into his eyes. “It’s a good day to sleep late.” Harrison smirked taking the silver and yellow mug off the counter. He knew it was made just how he liked it.

“For you it’s always a good day to sleep late.” Phoebe joined the conversation. Everyone turned to watch Phoebe walk into the kitchen. She had half wet hair and was wearing just one of Shawn’s hoodies and underwear.

“Good morning to you too sweetheart.” Harrison mumbled as Phoebe kissed his forehead. Phoebe smiled and ran her fingers through Harrison’s soft hair.  “You’re always a joy in the morning.” Harrison added as Phoebe walked away, throwing a smile over her shoulder. Phoebe picked up her own mug and took a long sip.

“She’s a real joy before she has her coffee.” Shawn mumbled around a bite of the cinnamon and sugar muffin in his hand.

“So is Tom.” Reagan smiled as the brunette made his way into the Kitchen. “That’s my sweater?” Reagan said as more of a question, jestering to the sweater Tom had on. Tom’s bleary brown eyes looked at the sweater before shrugging.

“Looked comfy and it was on my floor so it was fair game.” Tom shrugged as Phoebe handed him his mug from the counter.

“Can’t we just establish that we’re all a little bitchy before there’s caffeine in our systems?” Phoebe huffed before taking food of her own and pushing herself up on to the counter. She easily slid up on to the marble and was met with smiled and one hard face when she looked around the kitchen.

“I hate it when you sit up there.” Harrison mumbled and Phoebe shrugged taking Shawn’s fork to use. Phoebe took a bite of the mini quiche on her plate and swallowed before speaking.

“I hear it everyday, and thank you cake pop.” Phoebe smiled as Shawn rolled his eyes. Shawn opened the silverware draw and grabbed a new fork knowing that the fight to get his original one back wasn’t worth it.

“Can you please get off of there?” Harrison tried again. Phoebe smiled and continued happily eating her breakfast, as if she hadn’t heard Harrison. “We’ve established that it’s not safe Pheebs. Please?” Phoebe shook her head before making a point of crossing her legs and sitting up straighter on the counter.

“It’s like three feet up-” Phoebe was met with a hard look from Harrison. “Fine, maybe four, but to be fair I sit up here all the time and never hurt myself.” When Phoebe finished speaking Harrison looked even more angry but Tom’s voice chipped in.

“To be fair she’s going to be arguing for a living.” Tom smiled sitting at the table with Harrison.

“Tommy knows!” Phoebe spoke and gave Tom an air high-five before she and Tom went back to eating.

“Don’t worry about her.” Shawn brushed off Phoebe as if it happened every day. Well it did happen just about every day, but sometimes it wasn’t worth the fight, just like Shawn’s fork. Harrison sighed and shook his head when Reagan went to put her plate in the sink. Afterwards Reagan moved to wrap her arms around Harrison’s neck from behind.

“She just enjoys making you mad.” Reagan mumbled leaving a kiss under Harrison’s ear.

“Yeah, just gets under my skin a little bit sometimes.” Harrison closed his eyes as Reagan let her lips trail down his neck a little bit. Harrison was lost in the feeling of Reagan’s Luis against his skin until a voice snapped him out of his head.

“Ew disgusting PDA.” Phoebe's voice filled the kitchen again. Harrison audibly groaned when he heard her voice causing Reagan to laugh against his skin. It sent shivers up his spine which caused Reagan to laugh even harder, her face falling to the crook of his neck. A few loose curls tickled Harrison’s neck but he pushed them out of the way to look at Phoebe. She sat perched on the counter with a proud smile as Shawn walked over to her.

“You have been a pain since you woke up this morning.” Shawn pulled Phoebe to the edge of the counter and stood between her legs. Phoebe took advantage of them being at the same height for the time being and leaned in to kiss Shawn briefly. If Shawn ever wanted kissing the girls to be easy he would often place them on the counter, or sometimes Reagan even did it with Tom.

“That’s my job. Resident pain in the ass.” Phoebe smiled as she tried to wiggle out of Shawn’s grasp. Shawn held Phoebe’s hips in his large hands as she slid off of the counter and on to the floor, her empty plate in her hands.

“Go get dressed please. We need to go to the store.” Shawn told Phoebe as she put her own plate in the skin.

“Okay dad!” Phoebe responded as she bounced back up the stairs to her room. After she had left Shawn took a deep breath and closed his eyes as Tom laughed from his place at the table.

“Good to be back in the madhouse.” Tom spoke with a large smile. Harrison just shook his head while Reagan continued to laugh into his neck.

Tom had been gone for filming the past three weeks and with Shawn doing festivals the house had felt rather empty. Phoebe and Reagan had just started classes again which made traveling with the boys harder than over the summers. Harrison had just wrapped filming for Catch-22 and stopped in london briefly to be with Tom for some filming. After that he returned back to California to be home with the girls while Shawn finished the remainder of his appearances and festivals. No one was ever lonely, but it was hard to have everyone together when schedules got busy.

The five had not been together all at once for more than a two days in nearly two months. With Tom’s two week break beginning, the five were ready to settle down for a couple weeks out of the public eye. The night before they had spent hours around the pool and fire pit with take out, just syncing back into their normal dynamic. Their relationship had always felt natural, and the five never had a need to explain themselves. They had never confirmed their relationship, they just existed and let the public come up with their own theories. It went from simple hanging out at someone’s apartment to Shawn and Tom bringing everyone to premiers or events. A few months later swirling rumors of relationships, breakups and cheating never seemed to impact the five as they moved into the large Hollywood Hills home.

“I forgot that you haven’t been home in weeks.” Harrison mumbled as Reagan took a piece of one of his mini muffins and popped it into her mouth.

“We haven’t seen Tom in almost a month.” Reagan said as she went to make Harrison and Tom another plate, wanting to make sure they ate enough. She knew the out both of them on diets for filming and now she had to feed them both again.

“I’m just glad to be home.” Tom smiled brightly as Reagan kissed his cheek, placing his plate back in front of him.

“I’m glad he’s home too.” Phoebe’s voice was heard as she entered the kitchen again. She was tying her hair into a ponytail as she walked, tripping over the molding on the floor separating the kitchen and foyer.

“You’re clumsy.” Harrison teased Phoebe pulling her into him as she walked by. Phoebe nodded and leaned down to kiss him.

“So are Shawn and Reagan babe.” Phoebe added as Harrison let go of her.

“I said get dressed. Not just put on shorts and sneakers.” Shawn smoothed a hand down his face as Phoebe looked over her outfit. She had on Shawn’s Hufflepuff hoodie still, but now added jean shorts and converse. Her white converse had yellow giraffe socks peeking out of the top, as they usually were accompanied by odd socks.

“She looks fine!” Harrison gave shawn a pointed look. Phoebe smiled at Harrison as she picked up the remaining empty plates and started putting the dishes from the sink in the dishwasher.

“You’re cleaning up what did you do?” Shawn asked looking at Phoebe. Phoebe just shrugged and rolled the sleeves of Shawn’s hoodie up to her elbows so they didn’t get wet.

“She knows that she was a brat earlier.” Reagan got up to refill her coffee and slapped Phoebe’s ass on the way past.

“One ouch.” Phoebe reached back to smooth a hand over her shorts. “Two I was not a brat! You all are just grumpy until noon because you get up too late!” Phoebe reached behind her to cover her butt when Shawn walked past her knowing he often did the same thing Reagan did.

“You’re too jumpy.” Tom laughed at Phoebe when she moved her hands away from her behind.

“No! I just know those two too well.” Phoebe responded as Shawn gave Phoebe a small smirk.

“What’s that look for?” Harrison asked Shawn who was eyeing Phoebe carefully. “Poor girl is going to be paranoid all day now.”

“Good!” Reagan mumbled. Harrison rolled his eyes and pulled Reagan into his lap. He kissed the side of her neck before Shawn spoke.

“Pheebs just isn’t used to having everyone who doesn’t tolerate her attitude home at once. That and she hasn’t had Tom home to egg her on recently.” Shawn mumbled and Phoebe rolled her eyes. “Exactly what I’m talking about!”

“Thought we were going shopping.” Phoebe mocked Shawn as he sighed deeply. Shawn went to pulled Phoebe into him when Reagan interrupted him.

“Shawn leave her alone, she’s doing it on purpose. Just you go get dressed.” Reagan waved Shawn out of the kitchen as Harrison continued leaving kisses along her neck. “Actually why don’t we all go get dressed?”

“It usually wakes all of you up a little bit more.” Phoebe added as she closed the dishwasher. Tom groned before standing up and following Shawn up the stairs. Phoebe busied herself putting the milks and sugars from everyone making coffee away as Reagan and Harrison also got up making their way upstairs.

“Help me pick an outfit out?” Harrison turned around to face Reagan who just nodded and wordlessly followed Harrison to his room. Reagan sat on Harrison’s bed as she watched him thumb through his closet.

Reagan walked over to Harrison and wrapped her arms around his waist leaving a few kisses up the side of his neck again. “Bandana and jeans with a white shirt, maybe throw a flannel on.” Reagan mumbled finishing with a kiss under the shell of Harrison’s ear.

“You really can’t just walk over here and do that to me.” Harrison shivered involuntary under Reagan’s touch. Reagan smirked and continued kissing back down Harrison’s neck until she reached the spot behind his pulse point. Harrison quickly jumped away with a smile, shaking his head. “Later. Gotta get dressed doll.” Harrison cleared his throat.

“Later.” Reagan repeated lifting Harrison’s chin up gently before kissing him. It was soft and love filled, both smiling into it before pulling away. Reagan kissed Harrison once more before retreating to her own room to get dressed for the day.

When Reagan opened her door she saw Tom in her closet. “What ya up to Tommy?” Reagan hummed. Tom jumped and Reagan laughed as Tom came out of her closet with one of her sweaters.

“Nothing.” Tom turned red and Reagan smiled taking her sweater from his hands.

“Oh come on Tom, you know I love ty when you wear my shit.” Reagan smiled handing him the navy blue sweater again. Tom quickly slid it on over his otherwise bare chest as Reagan walked into her closet herself. “What should I wear today?” Reagan glanced over her shoulder at Tom. Tom thought on it a minute before speaking. “Cropped top and jeans?” Tom asked Reagan. Reagan nodded to herself as she picked out an outfit. She changed in front of Tom whose eyes were on her the entire time. She loved teasing her boys, so she was going to take full advantage of it now that they were all home together.

“You okay Tom?” Reagan asked as she buttoned her jeans.

“Y-yeah. Yeah.” Tom swallowed as Reagan walked over to him. She laughed at Tom’s shocked expression before connecting her lips with his. Tom melted into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Reagan’s neck as she pulled away. Tom let out an audible whine making Reagan laughed as she stood up walking out of her room. Tom sat red cheeked on her bed as he wondered how he would get back at her later on in the day. He had been gone for nearly a month and just wanted someone to give him the attention he needed.

“Tonight Tommy!” Regan called from the bathroom down the hall, as if she read his mind. Tom, satisfied with the answer padded to the bathroom himself to finish getting ready.

Phoebe was finishing washing the coffee pot when she felt two hands on her waist. She knew they were Shawn’s and leaned back into his chest. “What do you want to cook tonight?” Phoebe asked as Shawn used his nose to push her head to the side.

“Something laid back?” Shawn asked as he started kissing along Phoebe’s neck. Phoebe let her eyes close as she tilted her head to the side more giving Shawn easier access.

“Pizza pull apart bread?” Phoebe asked as Shawn moved the neck of the hoodie she was wearing out of the way. Shawn hummed against Phoebe’s skin before he pulled away. Phoebe whined when Shawn back completely away from her. He always did that. Just when she got what he wanted he would pull away and leave her wanting more all day.

“Hey none of that.” Shawn mumbled and Phoebe rolled her eyes turning away from Shawn. He gripped Phoebe’s hips before lifting her on to the kitchen counter again. Phoebe sighed and rested her forehead on Shawn’s shoulder as he ran his hands under his hoodie that she was wearing. One of Shawn’s hands covered most of Phoebe’s back and she shivered at how warm he felt on her skin. Shawn laughed lightly and used his other hand to lift Phoebe’s head off his shoulder while the other still laid flat on her back.

Shawn smiled lightly and leaned in to kiss the side of Phoebe’s lips. Phoebe rolled her eyes before moving to brush her lips against Shawn’s. Shawn smiled and moved his lips to Phoebe’s again, the two sinking into the feeling of each other. Phoebe let Shawn take control of the kiss as she moved her hands to thread into the curls on the base of his neck. Shawn groaned when Phoebe tugged gently on his curls, his hands moving their way down her waist to rest right above her ass.

“Hey! Protection!” Reagan’s voice made the two jump apart. “Haz put new condoms in the drawer in the coffee table. Use them!” Reagan added. Phoebe tucked her face into the crook of Shawn’s neck and Shawn laughed lightly as Reagan walked over and kissed him gently.

“You embarrassed her again.” Shawn laughed lightly letting his hands rub Phoebe’s back in slow circles. Phoebe sunk further into Shawn’s hold trying to relax her nerves.

“Again-” Reagan laughed lightly running a hand through Phoebe’s hair. Phoebe didn’t protest the touch as Reagan spoke again. “She loves it.” Phoebe felt her blush grow and tried to tuck further into Shawn when she heard Harrison and Tom enter the kitchen too.

“What’d you do doll?” Harrison asked wrapping his arms around Reagan. Tom walked over to Shawn and Phoebe and jumped up on the counter next to Phoebe, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Oh nothing, just made Phoebe a little red that’s all.” Reagan shrugged turning around in Harrison’s arms. Phoebe lifted her head out of Shawn’s neck kissed his cheek.

“It’s alright.” Phoebe smiled at the others. “Ready Shawn?” She looked up to the boy who was holding her hips in his hands. Shawn nodded before leaning down and placing a final kiss on Phoebe’s lips before helping her off the counter again. Phoebe gave both Tom and Harrison a hug and kiss before walking over to Reagan. Phoebe was only slightly shorter than her but looked a whole lot less intimidating.

“You’re putting the dishes away while I’m gone.” Phoebe huffed before wrapping her arms around Reagan’s neck and kissing her cheek. Reagan laughed and nodded returning the hug before Phoebe walked back over to Shawn who was waiting by the door with his keys. “Anyone want anything specific for dessert?” Phoebe asked as Shawn opened the door.

“Slutty Cheesecake Bars!” Tom.

“S’mores Bars!” Reagan. “Crumb cake!” Harrison. “You!” At the last one Phoebe turned around to glare at Shawn who had a smirk set across his face. Shawn’s comment was met with a shocked expression from Tom and cheers of ‘get it!’ and ‘yes Shawn!’ from Harrison and Reagan.

“Now you’re lucky if you sleep in my room tonight.” Phoebe told Shawn with a straight face. Shawn laughed and wrapped a hand around Phoebe’s shoulders as he led her outside to his Jeep.

“Pool?” Was the first word out of Tom’s moth after the front door closed. He looked to Reagan for her answer and when the curly haired girl nodded Tom smiled before bouncing upstairs to change.

“He’s always so happy.” Harrison shook his head watching Tom disappear into his room. Reagan nodded and followed Harrison up stairs. Harrison marveled at the way Reagan’s curls bounced so naturally as she moved, they looked so soft and perfectly placed in the natural light of the house.

“You’re staring again.” Reagan mumbled noticing how Harrison had zoned out. Harrison’s blue eyes lost their slight glaze at Reagan’s words and he smiled confidently. “Go get changed Osterfield.” Reagan rolled her eyes before slipping into her own room.

Once the door closed Reagan took a moment to change into a simple black bikini. She also considered braiding it, but knew Harrison loved braiding her hair while they sat by the pool. Instead she opted to pick up a few hair ties before making her way towards the sliding glass doors. Regan noticed that both boys were already in the pool and shook her head as she walked on to the warm concrete.

“Eager?” Reagan asked in a playful tone when both the boys turned to look at her. Tom’s eyes went wide at Reagan’s tone and he looked anywhere but at her eyes. Tom had missed Reagan desperately in the past month but wasn’t up for much teasing from her in the moment.

“Be nice to Tom, he was deprived for a month.” Harrison smiled as he walked out of the pool and over to Reagan, placing a peck on her lips. Harrison went to sit on one of the lounge chairs next to the pool and patted the seat in front of him already knowing what Reagan was going to ask. Reagan walked over and sat cross legged in front of Harrison while he started parting her hair.

“I wasn’t being mean.” Reagan said as she closed her eyes focusing on Harrison’s hands in her hair. “Was I Tommy?” Reagan hummed. She opened one eye to look at Tom through her sunglasses. Tom shook his head as he exited the pool and made his way to Reagan and Harrison. Tom sat down next to Reagan on the foot of the large lounge chair.

“Stop moving god!” Harrison straightened Reagan’s head out again. Reagan rolled her eyes and motined Tom to come closer to her. Tom sat up on his knees and shuffled closer to Reagan who pulled him into her lap.

“Missed you.” Reagan mumbled leaning as far as she could to kiss Tom. Tom responded by covering the small distance Reagan had to strain for and easily settled into the kiss. Harrison shook his head as he let his fingers continue braid Reagan’s hair as she kissed Tom. Reagan hummed happily into the kiss as she let Tom take control for the first time in quite a while. Tom carefully moved his lips down Reagan’s neck to the soft spot of skin where her neck and jaw met and gently bit the skin there. When Reagan took a deep breath, Tom knew he got the reaction he wanted and continued biting and sucking on the skin. A few soft mans falling past her lips from the feeling of Tom’s lips mixed with Harrison’s hands in her hair.

Tom’s mouth continued exploring Reagan's neck as he gently bit and sucked on different areas before soothing it over with his tongue. Harrison finished braiding Reagan’s hair and carefully moved to rest his chin on Reagan’s shoulder, the side that wasn’t currently occupied by Tom. Harrison carefully watched Reagan’s expressions while Tom left hickey’s all over her neck. He decided to start sucking on the other side as Reagan let out another soft moan when Tom moved to her collar bones. “Want us to take care of you?” Harrison hummed into Reagan’s ear.

“Oh f-fuck yes.” Reagan’s voice caught in her throat. Harrison smirked at Reagan’s response and let his hand smooth down her stomach as Tom continued leaving hickeys on her chest and neck. Harrison rested his chin on her shoulder again as he focused on how gently his fingertips brushed over Reagan’s thighs. Reagan spread her legs and opened her eyes looking at Harrison through her sunglasses lenses.

“Harrison Osterfield, I swear all all things good if you do not get your fingers in me soon I will not let you come for-” Reagan’s sentence was cut short when Harrison let his hand slip past the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

“What was that?” Harrison asked brushing a finger through her slick folds.

“Gotta treat Reagan good Haz.” Tom mumbled breaking away from Reagan’s neck. Reagan grabbed Tom’s face and pulled his up to kiss her lips as Harrison slipped a finger easily into her.

“So good. You’re both- so fu-fucking good!” Reagan responded as Harrison added another finger and let his thumb come to rub her clit. Reagan went back to sloppily kissing Tom as Harrison curled his fingers inside of her. Both boys were mesmerized watching the usually more dominant girl fall apart in their hands. However, they knew if they treated her now they would be rewarded later.  

“Gonna come on my fingers?” Harrison asked leaving a kiss under Reagan’s ear. Tom broke away from Reagan’s lips to hold open her thighs that she was desperately trying to close. Tom also let his lips fall back to her neck where he continued to leave more marks on the pale skin.

“You’re so close, doll.” Harrison hummed as he started pumping his fingers a little faster and applying more pressure to her clit. Once he felt Reagan start clenching around his fingers and letting out more broken Harrison knew that she was close to her high. “Come on doll, come all over my fingers. Tommy wants a taste.” Harrison spoke lowly. That sent Reagan over the edge and Harrison gently worked Reagan through her orgasm.

Once her thighs stopped shaking tom let them close as Harrison brought his fingers to Tom’s lips. Tom sucked Harrison’s fingers into his mouth and licked them clean before kissing Reagan, letting her taste herself. “Holy shit.” Reagan breathed out looking between the two boys. “Remind me I need to reward you tonight.”

“Of course.” Harrison stood up and held a hand out for Reagan. “Shawn and Pheebs will be back soon, let’s go change.”

“You know that you were a brat earlier right?” Shawn asked Phoebe as they were on their way back to the house from the grocery store. The trip had taken longer than expected with Phoebe wanting to pick of groceries for the next few nights also so they didn’t have to go out again. They had decided on Chicken Alfredo and three bean chili for the next two nights. Phoebe also picked up plenty of ingredients to bake the new few days also.

“Yeah. It comes naturally.” Phoebe shrugged as Shawn turned on to their block. “You enjoy it though. You all do.” Phoebe knew she wasn’t lying when she said that. It’s how the dynamic worked in the house, Reagan, Harrison and Shawn were the ones who would dish out the punishments and rewards for her and Tom. Phoebe often enjoyed it but sometimes she was on the losing end.

“We do.” Shawn nodded turning into their driveway. “Help with the bags?” Shawn asked. Phoebe nodded and walked around to the open trunk to grab as many bags as she could. Shane laughed watching her carry them to the front door and grabbed the couple that were left before locking his car. He opened the door for Phoebe who was waiting for Shawn who had a free hand.

Reagan and Harrison turned around to watch the two walk in while Reagan ran her fingers through Tom’s curls. “Just be quiet.” Reagan pointed to Tom who was asleep in her lap. Shawn made note of the fresh hickeys on Reagan’s neck and knew that he would have to ask about it later. Phoebe smiled softly at how cute Tom was as she walked into the living room to greet Harrison and Reagan. Phoebe leaned down to kiss Tom’s forehead before she moved back to the kitchen to help Shawn put the groceries away.

“Can we go nap after this?” Phoebe asked Shawn who was bent over in the fridge trying to find a place for the pizza dough.

“Yeah, I could use one too.” Shawn nodded as he closed the refrigerator. They had been up since six thirty and with it being nearly two in the afternoon it was considered nap time for the duo.

“My room?” Shawn asked as he closed the refrigerator. Phoebe nodded as she walked back into the living room. Phoebe noticed that Reagan was now also asleep, her head resting on the couch’s arm rest, her hand stilled in Tom’s hair. Phoebe noticed Harrison was still awake and walked over kissing him gently.

“Me and Shawn are heading up to his room for a nap.” Phoebe spoke quietly pulling away. “Come if you want?” It was more of a question than a statement, but Harrison shook his head.

“I might come up in a little while, but go get comfy.” Harrison nodded towards the stairs where Shawn was waiting for Phoebe. Phoebe gave Harrison one last peck before nodding and following Shawn up to his room. Once Shawn closed his door phoebe flopped back on his bed and pulled her shorts off, throwing them somewhere on his floor. Shawn followed suit, stripping down to his sweats and crawling up on the large mattress.

“You comfortable?” Shawn asked as Phoebe curled into his side and rested her head on her chest. Phoebe nodded as Shawn’s hand ran up her wbck and under her hoodie. She left feather light kisses on Shawn’s chest as they both tried to relax from the morning. “Pheebs?”

“Shawn?” Phoebe looked up at Shawn with a small smile as he ran his hand further up her back. Phoebe knew what he was trying to do and arched her back so Shawn could unclasp her bra.

“You know you can’t act like you did earlier.” Shawn hummed helping Phoebe get her bra off completely. The fabric joined her shorts on the floor as Phoebe shrugged.

“You all love it,” was Phoebe’s only response as Shawn continued rubbing her lower back. Shawn nodded before rolling above Phoebe, holding her hands above her head.

“Yeah we do.” Shawn nodded as he leaned down to kiss Phoebe gently. He pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth, earning a while from phoebe before he spoke again. “You love it more though.” Shawn smiled as he bumped his nose against Phoebe’s. Phoebe nodded as she leaned up to kiss Shawn again.

The kiss slowly got more headed and Shawn pulled away from Phoebe and sat up leaning over the bed to grab something. Phoebe’s eyes widened when she saw the two ties Shawn was holding. She swallowed when Shawn sat on his knees in front of her, she knew what he wanted, but she also knew what was in it for her.  “You okay with this?” Shawn asked.

“Yeah–” Phoebe nodded. “Yeah.” Phoebe sat up and pulled her hoodie off, leaving her in just her white lace panties. Shawn gently pushed Phoebe back into his bed and kissed her slowly as he tied her first hand to the headboard. As Shawn moved on to the second hand he gently worked his tongue into Phoebe’s mouth, twisting his tongue with hers and pulling it into his mouth.

“Not too tight?” Shawn asked as Phoebe pulled a little at the ties. Phoebe shook her head and Shawn smiled as he leaned down to start kissing from Phoebe’s lips to her neck. Phoebe let a few whines slip out of her lips while Shawn sucked on a particularly sensitive spot where her neck and shoulders met.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Shawn sat up and looked Phoebe in the eyes. “Be good baby girl.” Shawn warned as he started kissing down Phoebe’s chest. Phoebe’s breaths started becoming more labored as she watched Shawn’s hand move to start kneading her left breast. His lips closed around her left nipple and his tongue swirled around it causing Phoebe to arch into his touch. She let out a loud moan when Shawn’s fingers slipped under her panties to run through her wet folds.

“You are soaked baby girl.” Shawn smiled as he moved his fingers to swirl around her clit. Phoebe nodded and felt her breath hitch in her throat when Shawn switched his mouth to her right breast. Carefully Shawn continued to rub Phoebe’s clit until she had almost reached her high before pulling away. Phoebe let out a loud whine at the loss of contact and watched Shawn sit on the foot of the bed until her breathing slowed.

Once Phoebe was breathing at a normal rate Shawn moved back to her. This time he dragged his tongue down her body, from the valley of her breasts down to her belly button. He let his tongue circle her bellybutton a few times before he dragged his across the waistline of her panties. “Shawn please.” Phoebe whined.

“Please what?” Shawn asked as he pulled on the waistband with his teeth, letting it snap back against Phoebe’s skin.

“Please touch me.” Phoebe tried to arch into his touch but Shaw’s large hands held her hips against the bed. “Please let me come. Don’t do this today.” She was almost begging.

“Don’t do what pretty girl?” He hummed as he slowly started pulling her panties down her legs. Phoebe easily let her thighs fall open as Shawn eyed her wet heat. “Last time I checked you gave everyone an attitude this morning. Only good girls get to come.” Shawn said lowly. Phoebe let out a loud and broken moan when Shawn flattened his tongue against her.

Phoebe was almost immediately on the edge of her orgasm when the door to Shawn’s room opened. “What a pretty sight.” Harrison hummed standing at the door. “You being so good for Shawn?” Harrison asked. Phoebe nodded as Shawn didn’t even pause his tongue when Harrison entered.

“I’m- c-close!” Phoebe gritted her teeth as Shawn pulled away again. “No!” She whined and Harrison laughed lightly looking at Shawn.

“Shawn you’re torturing the poor girl.” Harrison watched as Phoebe was shaking on the bed. “What Shawn to make you come? Gonna be good for him?” Harrison asked. Phoebe nodded against the pillow as her breathing calmed again. Shawn lowered himself to her again and let his tongue leave kitten licks on her clit. Two of his slick fingers easily entered Phoebe and he brushed against her top wall earning a loud moan form Phoebe in response.

“Please, please. Please let me come.” Phoebe was begging at that point. Her thighs were shaking while Shawn held them open and Harrison stood amused in the doorway.

“Gonna come for Shawn? Be a good girl?” Harrison asked. “Shawn wrecked you, you look so pretty.” Phoebe’s hair was splayed out above her. A dark flush covered her chest and face and her thoughts were shaking. Harrison knew she was on the edge of her orgasm as her eyes squeezed shut as moans tumbled out of her swollen lips. She was a truly beautiful sight.

“Yeah I’m good.” Phoebe mumbled through her moans. Shawn moved his mouth away from Phoebe briefly to speak.

“You can come now baby girl.” He hummed before reconnecting his lips to her clit. Phoebe immediately came undone under Shawn letting out loud moans as Shawn worked her down from her high. Slowly Shawn pulled his fingers out of Phoebe and untied her hands before pulling her into his chest. “That was so good.” He hummed rubbing Phoebe’s back.

“You were perfect.” Harrison added rubbing Phoebe’s back.

“Always so good.” Shawn kissed her forehead. “Gonna take a nap now?” He asked rubbing Phoebe’s back in slow circles. Phoebe nodded against Shawn’s chest letting her eyes slip closed as she focused on Shawn’s heart beat. “We’ll be down to make dinner in a little while.” Shawn told Harrison. Phoebe was already asleep in Shawn’s arms as he spoke.

“Yeah, Tom and Reagan are still sleeping. They’ll be out for a while still.” Harrison leaned down to kiss the top of Phoebe’s head before leaving. Shawn let his eyes slip closed too as he was determined to get some rest of his own before the evening craziness started.

An hour later Shawn opens his eyes when he heard his bedroom door open. Reagan was standing in the doorway wearing just one of Harrison’s tee shirts and a pair of underwear. “I’ll be down in a few minutes Reag.” Shawn mumbled as he slowly tried to wake up Phoebe. His hands running along her back gently. Reagan padded into the room and gave Shawn a kiss when Shawn reached up to brush a finger along one of the hickeys Tom had given her earlier.

“Tom.” Reagan responded. Shawn just smirked and nodded looking the marks over again. They were red right now, but Shawn could pick out four that would leave decent sized bruises.

“He gets excited.” Shawn laughed lightly as Phoebe lifted her head off his chest. “Morning Pheebs.” Shawn sighed running his fingers through her hair.

“Morning Phoebe.” Reagan laughed lightly as Phoebe laid her head back down on Shawn’s chest.

“Wanna help make dinner?” Shawn asked. Phoebe nodded as she sat up. She held the blanket over her chest and pointed to the hoodie on the floor.

“Can you grab that Reagan?” Phoebe asked the other girl. Reagan walked over and picked up the same hoodie of Shawn’s that Phoebe was wearing earlier. She walked over to Phoebe who took the fabric with a thankful smile.

“I take a nap and miss all the fun. I’ll let you two get dressed before you have to cook.” Reagan threw a wink over her shoulder while Shawn slid out of his bed to pull on sweatpants. Phoebe gave Shawn a soft smile as she picked up her underwear to pull back on before she walked over and kissed Shawn gently.

“You good buttercup?” Shawn hummed pulling Phoebe into a tight hug. Phoebe nodded against his shoulder before walking over to the door.

“Wanna go cook.” Phoebe yawned as she made her way to the large staircase at the end of the hallway. Shawn watched the way her hips swung while she walked. Phoebe reached up to fix her ponytail as she looked over her shoulder for Shawn.

“I’m coming I’m coming.” Shawn sighed as he picked up his and Phoebe’s phones before following her to the kitchen.

Harrison was lounging on the couch with a half awake Tom, a soccer game on the television. The two boys seemed to be very into the game as Reagan sat on the opposite couch on her laptop, most likely doing homework. Phoebe turned around to take her phone from Shawn and the boy compiled as she opened Instagram. “We’re all in the same place?” Phoebe laughed as she recorded the boys and Reagan.

“Fuck off.” Tom mumbled as he turned around to look at phoebe. Phoebe moved closer to Tom and he whined pushing her away.

“Mr. Holland is home and as happy as ever.”  Phoebe mumbled as she turned to face Shawn. “And Shawn, no shirt? Scandalous!” Shawn laughed as Reagan’s voice cut in before the video ended.

“You’re not wearing any pants Pheebs!” Reagan yelled. That sent Tom and Harrison into a fit of laughter as Phoebe added the video to her story before she set her phone on the counter. She crossed her arms looking at Reagan.

“If you want to eat you should really be nice to me.” Phoebe teased as she walked into the kitchen. Shawn followed close behind and opened the fridge pulling out the dough, cheese and pepperoni. Phoebe started preheating the oven and set up and pan before she grabbed the spices she needed to mix with the dough.

“Tom!” Phoebe yelled from the kitchen after Shawn had slid the pull apart pizza into the oven. “I’m making you the slutty cheesecake bars you wanted!” Tom perked up from his place on the couch and smiled over the back cushion at Phoebe.

“I love you!” Tom called making phoebe roll her eyes as she set up another pan.

“Love you too Tommy!” Phoebe called back as she pressed the cookie dough into the bottom of the pan. Shawn kissed Phoebe’s cheek before moving to the living room where he curled up next to Reagan. Reagan didn’t pay the boy any mind as she continued typing her paper. Shawn tried moving his head into her lap but Reagan shifted and barely missed a beat while she typed.

After being ignored for a few minutes Shawn sat up and started kissing along the hickeys Tom had left on Reagan’s next earlier. That made Reagan take a deep breath and close her laptop, turning to give Shawn a firm look.

“He just wanted attention.” Harrison shrugged looking away from the pair. Shawn nodded in agreement with Harrison before he kissed Reagan’s cheek. Reagan sighed and turned to peck Shawn’s lips before he rested his head in her lap.

“What’s with you boys and having your hair played with!” Reagan hummed as she let her nails scrape against Shawn’s scalp gently.

“You girls like it too.” Tom responded as Phoebe peeked in from the kitchen.

“Like what?” Phoebe asked looking at Tom.

“Us playing with your hair.” Harrison answered.

“Oh yeah we do. Food’s ready.” Phoebe smiled as Tom shot straight up to walk to the kitchen. “You’re a little hungry Tom?” Phoebe asked as Tom had a plate in his hands before anyone else was in the kitchen.

“Missed your cooking.” Tom smiled filling his plate before he went to sit at the table. Phoebe did the same as the other three slowly made their way into the kitchen also. “Missed all of you actually.” Tom smiled around his first bite of food. Phoebe nodded as Harrison sat down next to her.

“You less tired?” Harrison asked Phoebe who just shrugged. “Still tired?” Phoebe nodded and rested her head on Harrison’s shoulder. “What Shawn teasing you took a lot out of you?” Harrison smirked across the table at Shawn.

“Wait Shawn teasing who?” Reagan asked looking between Harrison, Shawn and Phoebe. Phoebe tucked her face into Harrison’s neck before he spoke.

“Shawn gave Phoebe here what she deserved for being a brat earlier.” Harrison smiled kissing the top of Phoebe’s head.

“And we missed it?” Tom asked offended from Phoebe’s other side.

“Just didn’t let her come for a while.” Shawn spoke in a nonchalant tone as he bit into his cheese filled bread. “And tied her to the headboard.” Shawn added afterwards.

“And we missed it?” Reagan repeated Tom’s earlier words. Phoebe untucked her face from Shawn’s shoulder and shrugged looking between Reagan and Tom.

“I’m sure it can be arranged again.” Harrison spoke. Phoebe was red in her seat but knew that they were just joking with her. Everyone loved to embarrass her, but she didn’t mind it, she enjoyed it for the most part.

“Give it a few days.” Phoebe mumbled as she went to pull the cheesecake bars out of the oven. “Gotta treat Tommy tonight.” Phoebe whispered in Reagan’s ear as she passed. Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the smell of the desert filled the otherwise garlicky room.

“Did I mention how much I missed you and Shawn cooking?” Tom asked as he came up behind Phoebe. He wrapped his arms around her middle and watched as she cut the pan of baked goods into bars. Phoebe nodded and leaned back to kiss Tom gently.

“We all missed you too Tommy.” Phoebe smiled at the curly haired boy who was wrapped around her.

“Good.” Tom smiled. “Now go put those bars out on the table. They didn’t feed me like you do while I was filming and I lost some of the little stomach you gave me.”  Phoebe watched as Tom walked back into the dining room where Reagan opened her arms and let Tom sit on her lap while she finished her dinner. Shawn and Harrison were both smiling as they talked about Shawn’s next concert that everyone would be attending. Phoebe walked into the dining room with the bars and set them down before sitting down on Shawn’s lap.

“Me and Reagan have off that week.” Phoebe reminded Shawn as he reached to take a bar from the pan.

“Why don’t we just bring those in the living room and start movie night early?” Reagan asked as Tom munched on a piece of a bar in her lap. Harrison nodded and picked up the fray moving it to the living room coffee table and everyone else strung in and sat down on the two couches.

“Your night to pick Tommy.” Phoebe said as Tom curled into her side on the couch. Tom thought it over for a couple minutes before looking at Harrison who had the remote and Netflix open.

“Blade Runner?” Tom asked as more of a question. Harrison nodded and put the movie on as Reagan laid her legs in his lap. Reagan’s Head wound up in Shawn’s lap as he started playing with her hair. After the movie had started Harrison was rubbing her legs and Tom was curled as close to Phoebe as possible .

This was home for the five of them, and they wouldn’t let anyone else opinions determine how they lived their lives. If they were happy together that’s all that mattered, it was them against the world and so far they had done a hell of a job winning.

[thewalkingdeadimaginings]

Growing Up Fast

Carl imagine where reader is the youngest Greene sister? And they get caught making out (if you're comfortable) by Maggie or Beth? Thanks!

Ah, another Carl imagine. Haven’t gotten a Carl request in a while. Just a reminder in case anyone has forgotten because my rules for this blog are lost in the depths of posts haha. I will not do smut for Carl, Beth, Enid, or any of the other characters that are under 18 just because as someone who is over 18, it makes me feel weird writing smut with characters under 18. I don’t judge or look down on anyone for doing it, just me personally, I feel uncomfortable writing smut about minors. I also won’t do smut for the actors. I know Chandler Riggs is 18 now and Emily Kinney is like in her 30’s or something but it’s still hard to separate them from the minors they portray. BUT, making out I will write. If anyone request something involving smut for Carl or any of the underaged characters, I won’t throw out the request, I just won’t include the smut. So thanks for reading all this babble :P so let’s get on with the request, shall we? 😊

You weren’t even thirteen yet when the world ended. Up until then, it had just been you, your parents, your step-brother, Shawn, and your two older sisters Beth and Maggie. The farm was huge but so isolated. You’d heard about the outbreak on television early on but you’d never actually seen a dead person wandering around. That was until your mother and Shawn were killed by one of them. That was the only time you’d seen a dead one until another group showed up with an injured boy.

And that was when you first met Carl Grimes. He was near death when you first saw him but he miraculously pulled through. Because you were so close in age, you two spent more time together than anyone. Your father and Carl’s parents liked the idea since you were really the only children in the group. Over time, you were starting to get a little crush on Carl Grimes. You weren’t sure how obvious you were being about it but you tried your best to not let it show. Once you arrived at the prison seven months after the fall of the farm, it seemed that he had interest in Beth anyway.

In four months, the prison was thriving. Everyone was happy, new people were joining the group all the time, it was almost like being back on the farm again. You and Carl were able to enjoy each other’s company again but this time, your families were a little more hesitant.

“You two shouldn’t be alone in your cell or his,” Maggie had said as Beth nodded in agreement.

“I’m confused,” you replied, “Carl and I were alone together back on the farm all the time.”

“You were practically babies then,” Maggie said, “You’re thirteen now, both of you are. Things change when you become a teenager. Your body’s changing, hormones come into play and-”

“Oh god, please stop,” you said. You may have had a tiny crush on Carl but it was completely harmless. All the physical stuff had never crossed your mind. You knew about the birds and the bees and all that. Before your mother died, she’d had “the talk” with you so you weren’t ignorant to it. But it wasn’t something you wanted, not even a little bit. You knew it wouldn’t happen for a long, long time. Why did Maggie and Beth have to assume this was even an issue?

“I’m just saying,” Maggie said, “Things are just different now. So if you’re in your cell or his, that curtain is open, okay?”

You sighed. There was no point in arguing with either Maggie or Beth. Neither of them would believe that your intentions and Carl’s were innocent, “Alright, alright. If you’re gonna be weird about it.”

“We just love you and want you to be safe, that’s all,” Beth piped in, “Daddy and Maggie did the same thing with me and Jimmy, ya know. Just be glad we’re not lettin’ Daddy get involved in this conversation. That would’ve made it even more uncomfortable.”

“Oh god,” you shuddered and cringed, “Guess you got me there.”

Carl must’ve gotten the same lecture from Rick because he rarely ever hung out with you alone. He would sometimes bring his friend, Patrick along whenever he came to see you. It was becoming so frustrating.

You were just waking up one morning as Carl passed by your cell, having been up for hours helping Rick with the crops he’d planted a few months back. You poked your head out of the curtains with a big grin. You always were a morning person and he was the total opposite but he still greeted you with a smile.

“Morning,” you said, “Wanna bring your breakfast in here and we can eat together?”

“I…I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Carl mumbled, his smile quickly fading, “We should eat out in the yard with everyone else.”

“Why?” you muttered, “Why does everything have to change just because everyone says it has?”

“Y/N…” Carl stopped and looked away, scrunching his face up a bit, “What’s the big deal if we just eat outside with everyone else?”

“Because you refuse to hang out just us anymore,” you said, “We used to be closer than anyone here and now you won’t even look at me.”

“Well, my dad…he said things are different now,” Carl said with an uneasy shrug, “And…and he kinda…I dunno…has a point.”

“Things don’t have to be different,” you argued, “Sure, we’re older. But Daryl is friends with Carol without it being weird. Your dad is friends with Michonne without it being weird. Why’s it gotta be different for us? Because we’re young?”

Carl sighed, “Y/N, it’s just…different, okay?”

“You’re still not telling me why,” you said, “You think it’s weird to be friends with a girl or something?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“Y/N, I don’t wanna talk about this here.”

“Then let’s find somewhere more private,” you said. Carl seemed to be more comfortable with that idea as he nodded and grabbed your hand. Without another word, he led you out of the cell block. You snuck past the adults eating breakfast outside and ended up in another area of the yard where no one ever went. The prison was huge, only a few cell blocks were actually being used. And while you were expanding all the time, there were still corners of the prison where no one ventured.

The two of you sat across from each other in the grass. He was still tense, glancing around nervously. You sighed heavily, rolling your eyes, “Would you relax? How much trouble could we possibly get into if someone sees us?”

“A lot,” Carl retorted, “Imagine how it would look if we went out of our way to get privacy.”

“Well, then make it quick,” you said, “What’s changed with us, Carl? We were fine until my sisters and your dad started putting ideas in our heads. If they hadn’t said anything, would our friendship change?”

Carl was quiet for a long time. He was less skittish this time, more lost in thought, trying to think of a response to that question. He watched the walkers wandering aimlessly outside the gate, reaching hungrily for birds that were flying a little too low. The birds were too fast though and got away before they could be torn apart. Time was limited. Eventually, Maggie, Beth, or your dad would be peeking into your cell to see if you were awake. And since the subject of you and Carl came up several weeks before, they would somehow notice Carl’s absence too and a search party would surely happen. Carl just looked distracted at this point, as if he’d forgotten you had even asked him a question.

“Hey,” you said, breaking the silence abruptly, “We don’t have much time, Carl. Are you gonna answer the question?”

“Right,” Carl said, “Would our friendship have changed if your sisters and my dad never said anything? Yeah, it still would, Y/N. It started changing months ago and you know it.”

“What?” you gasped, “Nothing changed! What are you even talking about?!”

“Because I know you like me as more than a friend,” Carl blurted out. That silenced you quickly, your face turning bright red. You must not have been as secretive as you’d hoped. He stared at the ground, pulling out a blade of grass and rolling it between his thumb and index finger, “And lately, I’ve been feeling more than just friendship. And…and it kinda freaks me out to be honest.”

“Why…why would it…freak you out?” you asked, “Is it me? Something wrong…with me?”

“No way,” Carl replied, “Nothing’s wrong with you. It’s just…I don’t even know. I just liked being friends with you and I didn’t wanna do something to ruin it, ya know? ‘Cause I mean, I wasn’t even sure if you liked me so why ruin it for nothing?”

“Everyone’s so afraid of something happening,” you said, “But…you like me and…I like you.”

Carl peeked at you from underneath his hat, “So, you do like me.”

“I think we’ve established that already.”

“Just making sure.”

“A-anyways,” you said with a slight stutter. He liked you back but your confidence was still a bit shaken now that it was all out in the open, “Why would it bother people if we did…become boyfriend girlfriend?”

“You know what they’re afraid of,” Carl said, “You don’t gotta act like it’s a mystery.”

“Well, screw that!” you exclaimed, “They think we have absolute zero self control?”

“Guess so,” Carl said, shrugging slightly. More silence followed, the two of you not quite sure where you were supposed to go from here. You had liked Carl for such a long time but you’d never thought of what you were supposed to do if he ever liked you back. Were you just automatically a couple now? Was he supposed to ask you? Were you supposed to ask him?

“So…does this mean…” you murmured, clearing your throat, “We’re…together…or um…not?”

“I mean, if you want me to, ya know, be your boyfriend,” Carl said, “I uh, I will. And you’ll…be my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, sounds like a plan,” you chuckled. You reached out and grabbed his hand, “So, you’re my boyfriend.”

Carl nodded, “Kinda anti-climactic, isn’t it?”

“Not your typical fairytale I guess,” you said. Carl squeezed your hand as you cleared your throat once more, “So, um, what do we do now?”

“I’m not sure,” Carl replied, “I didn’t think we’d ever actually get to this part. We’re not very good at this, are we?”

“We’ll figure it out,” you said, “I don’t know about you but I’ve never even been in a relationship.”

“I haven’t either,” Carl mumbled.

“Um…we could…” you blushed deeper than before, pulling your bottom lip down nervously with your finger. Despite Carl being as clueless as you, it was somewhat embarrassing not knowing what to do. Where was your confidence now? Why couldn’t you just sweep Carl off his feet? You just wanted so badly to impress him, “We could…maybe…kiss.”

Carl cracked a smile, glancing at your lips, “I-I-I wouldn’t mind that.”

He tugged on your hand so you would lean forward a little. Your breath shook, terrified of what was to come. What if you did it wrong? What if he didn’t like the kiss? What if this kiss was the one thing to ruin everything?

Carl’s lips brushed against yours but he hesitated, his nervousness putting you at ease just a bit. Knowing you weren’t the only one that was scared made you feel a little more relaxed. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands so you just held his hands as you finally brought your lips together in your first kiss. Your heart fluttered, he’d taken your breath away. Carl’s grip on your hands tightened a little as you pulled away.

“That was nice,” you murmured, “Was it good for you?”

“Yeah,” he replied. He pulled you back in for another kiss, his newfound confidence apparent in his second kiss. His hands rested on your shoulders as his lips lingered against yours. Neither of you wanted to pull away now. You could’ve stayed like this forever. Who knew that boy you’d met a little over a year ago was here with you now, your lips locked together, your fingers entangled in his dark brown hair while his hands had found their way down to your waist. Perhaps Maggie and Beth had been correct in their worries because for the first time, the feelings you claimed you wouldn’t have for a long time were arising within your body.

“Y/N Greene!” Maggie shouted, her voice breaking you away from the trance the two of you were in.

“Carl!” Rick exclaimed. He and Maggie stood there staring at the two of you in shock, their arms crossed.

“This isn’t…” your voice trailed off.

“It’s not what you think,” Carl said, “What you saw was all that happened.”

“I thought we were clear with you two, Y/N,” Maggie said sternly, “Daddy’s been looking everywhere for you too. You know how mad he’s gonna be when he finds out where we found you two?”

“Why?!” you whined, “Literally nothing happened except we kissed. That’s all, Maggie.”

“We know what we saw,” Rick said, “Now let’s get outta here you guys. You know better than to wander off like this.”

Rick walked ahead of you and Maggie with Carl at his side. Maggie wrapped her arms around your shoulder as you headed back to the main yard, “Look, Y/N, we think it’s great that you and Carl like each other. We just want you guys to be careful, ya know?”

“Well, we’re fine,” you replied, “Acting like we’re five isn’t helping.”

“Just give us some time,” Maggie said, “You’re always gonna be my baby sister. And Carl’s always gonna be Rick’s little boy. It’s hard to see you doing such adult things. We’ll get there, okay? Same rules apply though. You’re in his cell or he’s in yours, curtains are open.”

Carl stole glimpses of you over his shoulder as Rick was most likely giving him the same lecture Maggie was giving you. It seemed nothing would keep you two apart. The smile he gave you promised future performances.

“I thought he liked Beth,” you said.

Maggie scoffed, “It was always obvious that he liked you. Even Beth noticed. We had our talks with you because we knew it wasn’t a matter of if, it was a matter of when. Didn’t think it would take as long as it did.”

“How did me and Carl not notice when the rest of you did?” you inquired.

“You guys are young,” Maggie explained, “We’ve all gone through that young, teenage, awkward phase. Once you get through it, you start to realize how obvious it all was.”

Getting through the awkward phase couldn’t come fast enough. But just like everything else, you’d get through it with Carl at your side. He’d been there for you during the loss of your family and your home. You’d been there when his mother, Lori had died. At least with this, you had so much to look forward to. At least getting through this wouldn’t be as difficult. Even with the constant adult supervision, it didn’t matter. Things did change for you and Carl but it was safe to say that they’d changed for the better. Your relationship had actually improved to your surprise and his. Things were finally beginning to look up for you.

I’M SORRY THIS IS SHORT BUT SOMETIMES ONE SHOTS ARE HARD. Also, I hope I portrayed the awkward teen romance correctly. I didn’t actually have relationships as a teenager…I still haven’t been in one. So, if this came out wrong, I apologize. I know nothing of awkward teen relationships hahaha.

[demonhuntersspn]

Teach Me Tonight

Back To School

Negan X OC AU Pre-apocalypse

Fluff, Negan-like Language, Smut

@negans-network @mypapawinchester @jeffreynegan  

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I groan softly as the sun peered through the half-drawn window shade, violating my eyes. Seconds later my alarm went off. I lay there for several moments trying to recall why in the hell I had to get up so early.  The knock on the door and the sound of my son bellowing, “Mom! We’re gonna be late,” reminds me that today is the first day of school.

“I’m coming,” I throw back the covers and crawl from the warmth of my bed. It’s Jason’s first day at a new school.  It had been a year of first for both of us.  New house, new job, new life for us.

I pull my hair back from my face, tying it up, and quickly brush my teeth. I catch a glimpse of the clock again as I rush to the closet, “Fuck.” It’s later than I’d thought. I dress quickly in the first thing I could wrap my hands around, dressing as I rush down the steps. Realizing as I grab my keys that I’d put on a pair of torn jeans that I wore when working in the yard and an old Stones T-shirt.

“Are you seriously wearing that out in public?” My son’s embarrassment oozing from his words.

“No time to change. Just dropping you off,” I slide behind the wheel of my Camero as Jason slides in the passenger’s seat. The engine roars to life and we race off down the street.

“You have to meet the principal,” my son replies.

“It’s a progressive school. Don’t worry so much,” trying to convince myself as much as him.  I was the cool mom. Not the one that had all their shit together.  I pull into the lot seeing the student’s cars were far more luxurious than mine.  I smile reaching over to ruffle his dark hair. “You’ll be fine. Let’s get in here and get it over with.”

I can’t help but chuckle when he smoothes his hair back down when we enter the halls of what would be his new high school. We quickly race down the hall following the signs to the principal’s office. Suddenly feeling entirely underdressed when the set of parents before me steps out in a suit and tie and his beautiful wife wearing a string of pearls.

The gave them a smile in response to their sideways glances when making my way into the office. “Good morning,” I place my hand in the palm of the principal’s hand.  The meeting was over almost as quickly as it began. I’d been given expectations as a parent and my son given his course list and ushered off to start his day.

I finally feel like a person again when I slide back into the seat of my car. So much in a hurry to get out of there, I didn’t look behind me as I back up.  The motorcycle seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.  

Brakes squealed and I throw the car into park. “Fuck,” I mutter as I climb out watching as the large man lifts his bike off the pavement. At least it wasn’t some teenager I ran over.

“I’m so sorry,” I lean down in a vain attempt to help him.

“You ever watch where the fuck you’re going?” his dark eyes almost boring through me.

“Sometimes. Most of the time. It’s been a strange morning.”

He pushes his bike into the space next to mine, “You’re lucky there wasn’t any damage.” He walks around the back of my car to meet me. “To my bike at least.” He smirked looking down at my now busted tail light. “You’ll need to get that fixed. Cops ‘round here are sons a’ bitches when it comes to the rules. And that’ll get you a hefty fine.”

“Thanks,” I look back up at him. He stood over six foot at least. Charming smile. Almost made me forget I’d just about backed over the man. “I’m really sorry. Is there anything I can do to make up for this?”

His fingers rake through his dark hair, “You can start by giving me your name.”

“My name,” I relax a little and smile, “Shawn.”

“Nice to fucking meet you, Shawn,” he grins, “Name’s Negan.”

“And I thought my name was unique,” I couldn’t help but notice how attractive he is. Especially now that he’s not under a bike. “I could buy you a cup of coffee sometime.”

“You can do that,” his eyes scanned me over, making me suddenly feel like I should have dressed a little better. “I have to get to class now. But you bet your sweet ass you will be seeing me again.”

“Class? You’re a teacher here?” I start to pace back and forth, “I’m such a fucking moron. My son’s first day of school and I run over a teacher.”

“Well hot damn,” he continues to grin, “I wouldn’t peg you for the hot mom of one of the pricks that go here.”

His words stop me in my tracks, “Thanks. But my son isn’t a prick.”

“I didn’t mean to imply that he was. Most of them in there,” he nods his head in the direction of the building, “are.” He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his wallet, handing me his card. “Call me and we can grab that coffee. I gotta get in there. And you gotta get that light fixed.”

Without another word, he turns toward the building and almost saunters inside.

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For two days I had stared at his card. Tucked it in my pocket. Folded it, threw it away, only to dig it out again. I suck in a breath finally dialing the number. I almost hang up until I hear his baritone, “Hello.”

“Hi,” my heart pounds hard and loud. I hadn’t initiated a call to a man in years.

“Well if it ain’t the hot mom,” I hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yeah, calling to make sure you don’t have whiplash or anything,” instantly I relax leaning on the kitchen counter.

“Nope, but if you’re volunteering to give me a massage. I’ll accept,” he responds.

“How about we grab that cup of coffee first and then work up to the massage?” Smiling into the receiver.

“If that’s the way you wanna play this,” he says, “How’s the tail light?”

“I got it kind of fixed,” I reply.

“Kinda? What the fuck does that mean?” Negan’s voice stern.

“It means I covered it in red tape so the cops won’t stop me.”

His voice softened and he chuckled, “That is a woman answer.”

“I just got the replacement light today,” hopping up on the counter to talk to him. He is so easy to talk to, his voice excited me.

“How about you swing by the school early tomorrow, I can get one of the assholes in auto shop to change it for you while you buy me that coffee?”

“I can make that happen.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, hot mom,” he chuckles as we end the call.

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I wake up earlier than normal. A brush through the hair would be a better look than my first meeting with Negan. But something inside me wants to look good for him. Not too good. It’s just coffee, not officially a date. Several pairs of jeans and slacks find their way into the pile of discarded clothing on my bed.  I finally picked the pair that hug my hips in just the right way and a top that gave a hint of cleavage.

Jason climbed out of the car and walked in the building then I drove around to the back of the school.  I pull into the open auto shop garage.  I smile seeing the familiar face in the window and step out.

“Well hot mom, you made it,” he smirks, “Simon here will oversee these assholes in changing that taillight. Nothing they’d be able to fuck up.” He motions to the balding man in a jumpsuit.

“Alright, keys are in the ignition.  Thank you for helping me with that. The box in the backseat is the replacement light.” I offer Simon a smile then turn my attention back to Negan. The smile he wore just as captivating as I remembered.

“Come on hot mom,” he took my hand and ushered me out the door towards his bike.

“I have a name you know,” I respond taking the spare helmet he offered.

“I know,” he swings his leg over the bike and motions for me to climb behind him. My hands rest lightly on his sides, “You’re gonna have to hold on tighter than that Shawn.” He revs the engine and the bike pulls forward. Faster than I thought it would. My arms wrap around his waist tight and I rest my face on his back.  

Moments later we pull into the lot of a small diner. He reaches back offering me his hand to help me down from his bike.  Taking it I hop off and find my footing on the pavement. My hand holding his for a moment longer before releasing it.

“It’s been awhile since I been on a ride before,” I confide as we slide into a booth in the back of the restaurant.

“I find that hard to fucking believe. You should be living on the wild side. Riding what and who you want,” he flips open the menu eyes locked more on the tops of my breasts than the words on the page.

“Hard finding the time to get out with a teenage son and a full-time job.” I feel my face flush as his eyes linger on me. “Not that I wouldn’t mind an occasional ride.”  I shrug my shoulders out of my jacket and lay it on the seat next to me.

“Da-amn. You are a sight for sore eyes. I spend half my day trying not to look at the underage titties that are practically pushed in my face. I’m glad you’ve got nice ones there I can fully appreciate.”

“Glad I can oblige,” I can’t help but smile. His candidness refreshing. Enough to cause me to squirm a little in my seat.

“You keep doing that and I may stop being a gentleman and take you in the bathroom.” His eyes move from me to the waitress that stopped to take our order.  “Two coffees.  And two of your pancake specials.”  He glances back to me to make sure I had no objections.

“You’re very observant.” I smile handing the menu that had been opened to the display of the pancake special.

“I try to be, sweetheart,” he replies. “Though the bathroom thing is still on the table.”

My cheeks flush a little deeper, “The bathrooms here are a little cramped for my liking.”

“You are a firecracker aren’t you?” he leans back in his seat, grin widening.

I shake a couple packets of blue sweetener in my hand before emptying the contents in my coffee cup. “I don’t think that’s something I’ve ever been called before.”

“If I didn’t have class,” he says glancing across the parking lot to a sleazy motel. “/Fuck/, I’d like to see how much of a firecracker you can be.”

A grin tugs at my lips when I follow his gaze. Too long I’d been just a mom, Negan is awakening the woman that I could be. The warm that is growing between my thighs reminded me how long it had been since I had indulged. And something about the man made me want to indulge.

“My son is going to his dad’s for the night,” my eyes cut back to his face for reaction.

As though on cue, his smirk widens into a smile as he speaks, “You into a little freaky deaky, hot mom? How did I know that?”

“You’ll have to see,” taking the final sip from my coffee, “seven?”

He pulls his wallet out and tosses a few bills on the table, before sliding out of the booth, “Fuck yeah. Let’s get the fuck outta here. ” I slide out following him out the door, my stomach already bouncing at the thought of him. Stopping just short of his bike Negan turns back looking down at me. I realize in that instant how tall he is. Another amazing quality of the man.  

He lifts my eyes to meet his before crashing his lips down on his. Fingers curl into the warn material of his ash grey t-shirt as I start to lose myself in the kiss. Damn if the man didn’t make me forget my entire existence outside of the moment. Hitching a breath as he breaks the kiss, “I needed a taste to get through the fucking day. I bet the other lips are just as goddamn sweet.”

Without another word, he swings his leg over his bike and ushers me behind him.  Moments later we pull back into the parking lot of the high school.

“See you at seven then?” I ask as I swing open the door to my Camaro.

“My dick is already jumping for joy at the thought,” he responds with that smirk before ducking into the door of the school.

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I had spent much of the day thinking about calling and canceling. I’d even picked up the phone and hung it up at least three times. I couldn’t help but admit to myself that I wanted this. Fuck I needed it.

I pull into the parking lot an hour early. I check in and carry my bag into the room and drop it onto the floor of the bathroom. I couldn’t stop myself from primping a little more before texting him just the room number. I wondered as I brush my teeth if he smirked that sexy ass smirk of his at the message.  

My stomach somersaulted again when I hear the knock on the door. Shaky hands turn the knob and swing the door open. The moment he came into view any thought of changing my mind vanished.

“Fuck,” his eyes scanned over me, “You look amazing.” He steps through the door keeping his gazed fixed on me. Negan reaches out cupping my neck in his hand and trails his finger along the v-neck of my t-shirt watching as the hint of cleavage peeks out, “Those look fucking delicious.”

“Thank you,” I must have been shaking.

“You nervous, hot mom?” he pushes me against the wall. I nodded looking up at him, “A little. I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”

He leans in as his hand moves over my shirt cupping my breast in his hand, whispering, “I can leave if you want.” My body responds effortlessly to the touch. The heat of his breath against my skin ignites a fire deep in my center. I shake my head, “Don’t go.” I feel the smile on his lips as he presses them to the pulse in my neck. My hands reach out grabbing his sides to steady myself. Negan’s gentle at first as he massages my neck and pushing my shirt up and over my head. He pulls back eyes locked on my tits covered by thin black lace. My nipples cutting into the fabric. “F-uck. Just the sight of you has me fucking hard as a goddamn rock.” Bravery set back in as I let my hand move down over the rough denim finding the bulge prominent in his jeans. “Take it out.” Without a thought I obey, tugging at his leather belt and yanking at the button, my hand dips inside stroking his length as I free him from the confines of his pants. I feel him groan at the relief, “Is that what you wanted, hot mom?” Negan doesn’t wait for my reply before leaning in, pressing his lips to mine.

I quickly lose track of his hands focusing on the various sensations they leave on my delicate skin. Pinching my nipples then pushing my bra up with one hand, then popping the button of my jeans with his other. He grins finding my panties moist. His fingers play over my lace covered folds until my grip on his throbbing cock tightens in response.  “Don’t worry, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you /real/ soon.” He tugs the lace away slipping his middle finger inside me. His thumb plays expertly with my clit. I stroke in time with the thrusts of the movements of his hand as he toys with me. My legs shaking barely able to hold me up as my walls clamp around his fingers, “That’s it, hot mom,” he groans, “Cum for me.”  He thrust his fingers harder and moves his thumb faster. I cry out a mixture of moans and curses as I let go. My head leaning back against the wall.

Pulling his fingers from me he smirks locking his gaze on mine, licking my juices from his fingertips, “Mmm…just as fucking delicious as I thought.” He takes a small step back his other hand steadying me. “/That/ was just the beginning.”  I draw in a breath heart pounding in my chest, coming down from my high.

“That was a good place to start,” I lock my gaze with his, fingers dancing along his length. “I look forward to returning the favor.”

“You can try, and fuck what you’re doing does feel fucking good,” he looks down at me eyes dark, “but it takes a tight wet, pussy to make me cum.” The movements of my hand more deliberate.

“You’re in luck,” I reply with a smirk that matches his, “I happen to have one.”

“Fuck, you are gonna be the end of me,” his hands slide down cupping the cheeks of my ass lifting me up. Instinctively my legs wrap around his waist.  He turns in the dimly lit room and drops me on the bed. With a single quick motion, he yanks my jeans down and tosses them on the floor. Smirking when he sees the black lace his fingers had been tangled in he rips them at the seam, bearing my still glistening lips. Fingers trace the flesh as he kicks his boots off and lets his jeans fall to the floor.  His teeth rip open the condom he’d fished from the pocket and rolls it down his length. He moves my legs to rest on his shoulders and inches forward. The tip of his cock brushes lightly over my slit. My eyes lock on his gaze that devours me.

He thrust hard and deep inside me. My lips fall open in a silent moan as he fills me to the hilt with his thickness. “Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out and thrusts again hard and fast. A warmth spread over me and I feel as though I would explode. He grinned and pumped faster.  Letting my legs fall from his shoulders, he pushes my thighs apart. Fingers tight in the milky flesh holding me open for him.  The change in sensation enough to push me farther. Negan moves his hands along my body and rested the weight of him on his elbows on either side of my head. “Open your eyes,” he says, “I want to see your eyes when you cum around my cock.” My eyes hooded when they lock with his. He could certainly feel my walls pulsing around him and my thighs quiver.  His thrusts faster, deeper, as his cock begins to twitch inside me. He’s close. I hook my leg up over his hip, lifting to meet his movements. Fucking him as much as he fucked me. My nails rake down the flesh of his shoulders as I cum. He uttered something I couldn’t understand over the swirling in my head I feel him slam hard one last time inside me. Crying out his own release.  

“Fuck,” he rolled off of me to his back. Both of us still catching our breath. “I fucking needed that.”

“Yeah,” I glance over at him, “Me too.”

“We’ll have to do that again /real/ soon,” he wipes the sweat from his brow and reaches down. Chuckling as he pulls the condom off, “I’m fucking hungry. You wanna order a pizza?” I couldn’t help but chuckle along with him.

[evans-heaven]

“Hey, legend,”~s.m.

Not What I Can’t Have part three, I knowww but y’all will get that soon, don’t worry! I gotta make it perfect first <3.

For now enjoy idkhowmanywords of fluff. Hope y’all enjoy :)

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“What next?” I murmured, staring at the illuminated screen of my laptop, at the page half filled with pure mumbo-jumbo. 

How about I put....no.

Oh! What about.....God no.

I slammed my laptop shut, groaning. Having my fingers hover over the keyboard while my brain conjured up and immediately denied the next sentence I would write always drove me over the edge. Being a writer was my dream, yes. But I never imagined that it would cause me so much frustration and anger.

I sighed deeply, picked the laptop up, and walked over to the desk opposite my king sized bed. As I set it down, I heard the tiniest of ‘meows’ come from behind me, and I smiled. I turned to face the door, and, sure enough, my orange Tabby Cat, Jimi, stood  there, staring at me with jade green feline eyes, head tilted, ears pointed, face angry as always.

“I’m okay, Jim. Just...fed up,” I shrugged, walking back over to the bed and crawling back on top of it. I patted the empty spot next to me, and he jumped onto it eagerly. He curled his fluffy, twenty pound body into a tight ball and closed his eyes, setting himself up for one of his many deep slumbers. I sometimes looked at him and felt envious.. If only I could sleep as much as he did. My career, unfortunately, did not make life so easy.

I only ever let Jimi on the bed when my husband Shawn wasn’t home. And tonight was one of those occasions.

I wasn’t mad about it- I had grown used to his absence. It did, however, make his homecomings more anticipated. Holding each other in a tight embrace for however long the universe would allow us would always be the highlight of my year each time he came home from 8 month tours. We had been together for 5 years, married for 1, and yet still, looking at him always reminded how in love I was with him, and never failed to make me fall even deeper.

Tonight, he was at the VMAs in Los Angeles, where  he was nominated and performing. The show was immediately after the end of the NA leg of his tour, so he had to fly to Los Angeles instead of coming straight home.

 Normally, I’d be right by his side at award shows, always being the loudest in the audience and the first to stand when he won an award, but duty held me back. I was extremely backed up on work from my job at Seventeen magazine. Of course, Shawn was one of my top priorities, but that night, my job mattered way more.

I might have been his self proclaimed good luck charm, and he didn’t miss a beat calling me this morning freaking out about his performance, saying that he would totally screw up and embarrass himself in front of tens of thousands of people (though I knew his only concern was Ed Sheeran) because I wasn’t there, but I had to put work first. I was a senior editor for a reason.

However, this senior editor was half a typo away from shooting her laptop with 9mm Glock and quitting her job.

Goddamn, I’m missing the VMAs to struggle with my so called profession? Why was I even hired? I thought. I should have just been a trophy wife. All they had to worry about was which dress to wear for which event and which arm to link with her husband on the red carpet of some frivolous event. The simple life, it seemed.

I looked at Jimi, he was fast asleep. Jimi. So named after Jimi Hendrix, legendary guitarist and one of Shawn’s idols. It was a final decision between that and Tori (short for Toronto). In the end we went with the obviously less tacky and Canadian choice. He still barely responded to his given name, but it was already engraved in his collar and there was no going back after shit was set in stone. Or in this case, stainless steel.

He was basically the only company I had in this huge condo in downtown Toronto when Shawn was gone, but I didn’t mind too much. He may have slept 90% of the day, but he was still there with me. And company that was lazy, uncooperative, and the cat equivalent of sleeping beauty was better than no company at all.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the buzzing of my phone on the bedside table. I stretched my arm over and picked it up. It was a text from Shawn.

You like? 

Attached was a photo of him, black and white, sitting on a couch most likely backstage at the VMAs, staring intensely at the camera. His navy blue suit coat was missing, and the sleeves of his shirt, originally blue and white, were rolled to his elbows. His hand was at his chest with his thumb tucked into his shirt.

I bit my lip and held back a heavy sigh, as though not to wake Jimi up. Again, 5 years together, and things like this didn’t fail to bring me to my knees in awe. My husband was beautiful. I wasn’t being shallow. I was stating facts.

My thumbs flew across the screen as I replied to his text.

Is that even a question? You greek god, you ;)

Not even a second later, his reply came up.

I’m calling you. I miss your voice.

Sure enough, right after his text came, his name came up on the screen of my phone, indicating an incoming call. I wasted no time accepting it and pressing the device to my ear.

“Hey, legend,” I mumbled, smiling lightly.

“Hi, darling,” he whispered. I had heard the phrase so many times, Whether it was when he would come home from the studio and follow it with a hearty kiss, or if he was simply coming up behind me while we made dinner together and I was at the chopping board, he always let those words slip past his mouth and I always let them make my insides melt. His throaty voice and the way each syllable would role off his tongue turned my insides into pure liquid.

“Why is it that I can be so deprived of your voice even though I heard it only this morning?” he chuckled. He was all I heard. There was no background noise. i wondered where he was. Clearly not backstage, other wise I wouldn’t have been able to hear a word he was saying.

“I guess I have than affect on you, huh?” I teased. He could be a cheeky little shit sometimes as well, but I took the cake. I knew how to get under his skin (and use it to my advantage) when the time felt right.

I could almost feel his smirk from the other line. “Of course you do, darling. You know my desperate love for you reaches great lengths. It could put the great wall of China out of business,” he said smugly, and for a moment, I wondered if I was talking to my husband or a Tumblr poet. But then I remembered he could be a mix of both sometimes.

“Whatever, Mendes,” I rolled my eyes and dismissed his comment. I tried my best not to feel his imaginary ego sometimes.It only made it grow, which always made me laugh.

“What are you up to?” he asked.

“Laying on the bed, talking to you, wishing I didn’t choose to be a writer,” I lamented, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Y/N,” Shawn warned, and I winced. He hated it when I talked badly about my job. He always reminded why I was hired and that I shouldn’t doubt my ability or my bosses for hiring me. “How many times have I told you that one or two slip ups is completely normal?” he questioned.

“Says you,” I scoffed. “You slip up in front of millions of people and everyone thinks its adorable. I do it in front of an entire board room and I feel my degree in Journalism being torn to shreds,” I said.

“Adorable?” he laughed. “Hardly,” he said. “Are you taking a break?”

“Yeah, obviously,”

“Good. Don’t worry, darling, you’ll bounce back up in the morning. Whatever you’re writing will hands down be the best thing to ever grace the pages of Seventeen, I know it,”

I narrowed my eyes. “You always say that,”

“And I always mean it,”

I smiled. I knew he did. He always would. “So, are you nervous?” I asked, toying with my wedding ring- my birthstone, pear shaped. It left a permanent imprint on my finger, for I never took it off unless I absolutely had to. I felt naked without it. It had basically become a new body part.

“Eh,” he said. “I guess so. I’m kind of like a see saw right now. I’m either nervous as fuck and ready to back the hell out of this, or so confident I practically feel like God. Its fluctuating,” he explained, and I nodded as if he could see me. 

“Makes sense,” I said. “Don’t worry, rockstar, you’re gonna kill it, I have full faith in you,” I said warmly. Just because I couldn’t be with him didn’t mean I couldn’t send some positive vibes, even if they were received from 4,052 kilometers away.

“Thank you, darling. I still wish you could be here with me. It doesn’t feel the same without you, knowing that this is the first VMAs you’re missing since we started dating,” he sighed. I could picture him, if he was sitting, either toying with the collar of his shirt or bobbing his leg up and down. Right or left?

“Work held me back, Shawn. You know I wish I could be there with you,” I told him.

“I know, baby. But, good luck charm or no good luck charm, talking with you right now is the only confidence boost I need,” he said. “Your voice is like a steroid shot or something, and I mean that in the best way possible,”

My face heated at his quirky, funny, yet so, so endearing comment. “God, if only you knew how badly I wanted to crawl through this phone and tackle you to the ground with kisses,” I groaned, throwing my head back.

Shawn’s POV

“Oh really?” I laughed. “How badly, darling?” I asked, standing up from the leather couch in my personal dressing room. I began to pace the length of the space, my eyes drifting up to the outfit I was to wear on stage that hung on a rack. It was nothing fancy, just a gray shirt with my basic black jeans and boots. I didn’t believe in going over the top with things like that unless it had to do with the musical aspect of the performance. I didn’t have to look like I raided Party City to put on a spectacular show.

She giggled on the other line. “When you get home and I shower you with as many kisses as my lips will allow, you’ll know how bad,” she said, and I was almost certain she winked.

“Then damn, I can’t wait to get home,” I concluded. She could have absolutely nothing waiting for me at home and it would still be anxiously anticipated. Her on a whole would be the only ‘welcome home’ gift I would require.

I loved this woman with my entire body, mind, and soul. She had my heart and I had hers. I dared anybody to try to take them away from us.

“How’s Jimi?” I asked. He was a bossy, orange devil, but I still cared about the little fucker, even if I was convinced he had it out to get me.

“He’s right here next to me, sleeping in your spot,” she answered, and I furrowed my brow.

“Baby, I thought I told you not to-”

“Well someone has to fill your spot!” she argued before I could finish.

I laughed. “God, a cat replaces me when I’m not home. Tragic and wrong,” I shook my head and chuckled. 

“Then you better rush home and rectify said wrong, Mr Mendes,” she teased.

“Oh, trust me, I’m counting down the hours til I can, Mrs Mendes,” I smirked, sticking my free hand in my pocket.

“How many hours?” she asked softly. And then suddenly, I knew I had hit a nerve with my statement. We hadn’t seen each other in months. Talking about my return or her visits was bittersweet. They never lasted as long as we wanted.

“Baby,” I cooed. I wanted nothing more than to fold her in my embrace. But I couldn’t. “Its okay. Only 15 more hours until we get to see each other again. Only 15, nothing more,”

“How I wish it were less,” she laughed slightly, and that lifted my spirits. Hearing her sounds of joy, even if they were the smallest of noises, made me feel like I was about to enter the gates of heaven sometimes.

“I’m not father time, love. But I’ll race home to you as fast as I can as soon as the show is over,” I said. There was a knock on my door and Andrew’s head popped in. “One second, Y/N,” I said, and pressed the phone to my chest. “Is it almost time?”

“Yep,” he nodded. “Get dressed, you’re on in ten,”

I gave him a thumbs up and he closed the door. I put Y/N on speaker and walked over to my change of clothes, pulling them off the rack.

“I’m on soon, baby. I gotta hang up in a bit,” I said. 15 more hours.

“Oh,” she said, and there was most certainly a deep pout on her face. “Well rockstar, I guess this is it,” she exclaimed, perking up.

“This is it!” I repeated, chuckling. I pulled my dress shirt off the put the other one on, buttoning it up almost all the way before I removed my belt and dress pants, pulling the black jeans on. “Hey, darling?” I asked after my pants were zipped up.

“Yeah, babe?” she answered.

“You’ll be watching, right?” I clarified. I knew she would be, but what if at the last second she wouldn’t? Maybe she didn’t want to see her trainwreck of a husband totally fuck it up (in the terribly bad way) on the stage? Even through the TV she would feel the humiliation.

“No, Shawn, I won’t be watching at all. I’ll be too busy trying to teach Jimi to write an article for me,” she drawled sarcastically.

I groaned jokingly and stomped my foot after I laced up my boots. “Can you not joke for a second, love?” I laughed, taking her off speaker and bringing the phone back to my ear. I looked in the mirror and straightened my hair, combing he loose strands back from my forehead. Fresh haircuts never lasted long- my hair grew quick. My fans loved it. I was always led myself to think they love ‘the curls’ more than me.

“Alright, alright,” she sighed. “Shawn, you know I’ll always have my eyes on your performances, even in the most unreasonable, unrealistic of circumstances. I wouldn’t miss you for the world,” she said sincerely. I could picture the look in her glimmering eyes, the way they would twinkle in a manner only for me, only when she looked at me.

“You promise?” her reassurance was my saving grace at this point. My heart rammed against my chest like a caged beast wanting to escape incarceration. My palms were sweaty and my body trembled. The norm. The day this didn’t happen before any performance that I had, was the day I stopped being human. I craved this feeling to remind me that I cared, but at the same time, I dreaded it, because it brought on an onslaught of negative ‘what ifs’ that flooded my brain.

“I promise, Shawn. I’ll always promise to be there for you.Even if I’m not with you. I will always be there for you,” she said, and I knew she was nodding firmly.

My darling. I couldn’t picture life with out her anymore. She had become my everything.

“I love you so much,” I mused, feeling my throat clog up. The things she did to me. This wouldn’t be the first time her words brought me to tears. It wouldn’t be the last either.

“I love you too, big guy. Go out there and kill it!” she squealed.

I turned the doorknob and stepped out. My team stood outside the door, scrambling to get the equipment ready.

“Bye bye, darling. I’ll be picturing you out there,” I said.

She giggled that angel like giggle. “Bye, legend,” she said, and kissed the receiver before hanging up.

Legend. She always called me that. And she was one of the reasons I would work as hard as I possible could until i became one. One like her.

She was my legend.

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The Forfeit

The boys were lounging in the sun, mostly dried from their dip in the lake, and, while Asher still sat naked with his friends it was nearly forgotten about. The sun was still high overhead and though the boat the the two older guys who caught them earlier still buzzed around the lake few others had yet to venture out to join them. Tyler had just gotten up to retrieve another round of beers for the trio when Asher interrupted the conversation.

"Hey, who's this?" Came his reply while looking down at a phone in his hand. Tyler realized that was his phone Asher was looking at. The beers forgotten he walked across the short distance to Asher and tried to snatch his phone back. But Asher was too quick and dodge Tyler's grasping hands. "You can't be talking to a pretty girl and not tell us about her! And what's this about a sexy pic? Are you sexting Tyler?" He jokingly mocked Tyler as he tried to play keep away.

Just as Tyler nearly had his hands on his phone, Asher tossed it towards Marco, who snatched it out of the air easily. "Damn, she is cute, I didn't know you knew how to pick up girls," Marco smiled at his friend.

"Alright, enough, just give me my phone back okay?" Tyler asked. "Her name is Allison and I met her on that stupid dating app you guys said we should all join."

"Oh I see that, just didn't know you were still using it," Marco gave the phone back to Tyler now that they'd had their fun. "So," he said with an elongated emphasis, "how'd you meet?”

"We haven't yet...." Tyler started.

"Ha! Of course not, shed totally bail on you if she did meet you," Asher interrupted.

"I only started talking to her today," Tyler continued ignoring his friend. "She 'Liked' me and we have only sent a few texts back and forth. I don't even know that much about her, other than she's new to town for college."

"You know she's hot, and she's interested. That's plenty in my book'" Asher smiled.

"Breathing is plenty in your book, and sometimes I even question that," Marco joked back at his younger friend. "Apparently she liked what she saw too, what did you already send her a dick pic?" He said turning towards Tyler again.

"What? No. I just sent her a shirtless one'" he answered, the last part a little sheepishly. "I don't know what to expect, she'll probably lose interest once school starts and she's around all the college guys in her classes."

"That's why you gotta move fast dude. Don't give her the opportunity to find someone else before you've bagged her. You don't get hit up by girls like that everyday," Asher explained, though Tyler couldn't say where this particular wisdom came from. "Let us help you hit it, this is too good to pass up," Asher's face was lit up with excitement.

"I don't know," Tyler started at the now black screen of his phone. The pictures of Allison playing through his head and he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins just from the memories and ideas Asher was putting into his head.

Marco interrupted the thought with clapping his hand on Tyler's shoulder, "even I have to agree with Asher this time. Jump on this chance, never know where it might lead," he smiled encouragingly.

Tyler brightened just a little bit. He hadn't really thought this would go anywhere, but now a new found courage ignited in him. "Alright, let's do this." Asher and Marco high-fixed each other with their victory. "But," Tyler turned on Asher, "you have to pay up the rest of your forfeit, and I'm adding in that you were shopping on my phone. Extra for that."

"What? No way, I'm helping you here dude, that should get me off for good behavior," Asher said.

Tyler just shook his head, "as the youngest of us, I think little Asher needs a punishment he'll remember, so he doesn't go spying on people's phone again."

"Uh, like what?" Asher's earlier confidence seemed to abandon him now.

Tyler just looked to Marco and smiled at him, Marco grinned back, guessing what Tyler was about to say. "I think it's time little Asher's butt got warmed with a good ol' fashioned spanking."

Asher nearly jumped back to protest. None of them had ever been subjected to a spanking by their friends as part of a forfeit before. In fact, this was probably the most extreme punishment any of them had been subjected to. And Asher wasn't looking forward to the experience. He hadn't been spanked by his dad since he was 12, and even though memories were bad enough to look back on. He had no where to escape though, and when he tried to move away from his friends, he bare ass bumped into one of the seats along the side of the boat, which only reminded him of his nudity once again. This gave Tyler and Marco the chance they needed and both grabbed onto an arm. With only a bit of struggling the managed to pull Asher to the side of the bot hand had his chest leaning over the railing slightly.

This had the effect of pushing his ass out towards his friends and both took a moment to enjoy their buddy trapped at their mercy. If they were honest with themselves. Asher's butt did look good, the same work outs that gave him the 6-pack abs also gave him a nice toned butt. Neither friend would ever say those words, but they both took a moment to start at the squirming target in front of them.

"You brought this on yourself," Tyler said half laughing as he raised his hand and brought it down swiftly with a satisfying 'smack' on the blond boys raised rear end. The slap left a momentary red mark along the right side, and Tyler couldn't help but smile at himself for the sight of it.

The mark faded though and this time Marco spoke up, "yeah, we're going to turn this pale little ass a nice shade of red that you won't know if it's sunburnt or from the beating you about to get." He then followed Tyler's example and brought his hand down. The crack of this hit was even louder, and Asher couldn't resist wincing from it though he kept himself from reacting audibly to give his friends any more satisfaction than they already had.

This continued back and forth between the two boys holding their pinned friend. Smack, smack, snack, smack, smack, smack.

Finally, Marco landed a hit right on the lower center, almost at the taint and that finally got a shout of surprise from Asher. "Fuck! Dude enough!"

The boys hadn't realized they'd attracted an audience. The two older guys who caught them skinny dipping and swung back around in their boat, and the exclamation from Asher seemed to draw out their attention.

"Gettin' your friend there good!" one of them had yelled over.

Marco and Tyler looked up in surprise at the two guys watching them. Asher took the moment to jump away from his friends and scrambled to the bow of the craft, his face still more red in embarrassment than his ass was from the spanking he'd received. As he ran he rubbed his ass with boy hands to sooth the sting, ignoring the fact that this left his still sizable dick swinging back and forth in front of the growing audience.

"What'd he do to deserve it?" the tall muscular black guy asked to the pair of boys.

The boat of the two older men drift up next to their own as Tyler answered, figuring why not, they'd seen plenty already, "he cheated us on a dare, and then was snooping through my phone."

"I wasn't! I thought it was mine!" the naked Asher protested, now covering his genitals as the four pairs of eyes turned to him.

"Yeah, that sounds like a good reason for a swatting. Need to see how it's really done?" the black guy asked again.

His friend just cracked a wide grin, not taking his eyes off the naked boy, "Yeah, Shawn here is really good at giving a butt whooping."

Tyler looked at Asher, still feeling the adrenaline of the power he had over his friend moments before they were interrupted, and the urge to get revenge on having the secret of Allison spilled. Marco was about to say something when Tyler cut in, "yeah man, show us how it's done right."

Surprised, Marco looked at Tyler standing next to him, he saw the mischievous smile on his friend and kept his mouth shut. The built black guy, Shawn apparently, climbed over easily from his own boat into Marco's. His friend took a moment to use some docking roping to tie the two craft together before he jumped over as well.

Shawn made his way towards the naked Asher. While Marco and Tyler may have admired the muscles and definition that Asher had managed to acquire over the past year, he looked almost scrawny when compared to the broad chested man in front of him. Shawn had strong arms with large biceps. He wore no shirt right now and his chest hair came down between his pecs before creating a trail leading down into his shorts. He was taller than Asher, probably about 6'2" and thick legs to match his upper body. Asher tried to hold his hand out, protesting there was no way he was going to let this stranger copy what his friends just did. But before he could finish his protest the larger man grabbed his arm, pulled Asher up on his feet, hooked his other arm on Asher's hip and swung around in one fluid motion ending up sitting on the bow bench with Asher over his right leg.

Before the boy could even recover, Shawn used his left leg to pin the boys legs between his own, and his right arm held Asher pent down. In this position his ass was even more in the air than it was over the railing of the boat, and the three spectators just took a moment to take in the sight before them. Asher was completely at the mercy of Shawn and he knew things were only about to get more painful.