#but he wanted to be awful just a liiiiiiittle bit more

[fatedevour]

♢  —     @bogachs​​​ said:  “Don’t you dare ignore me!” (you reblog this, and my pantalone muse just pushed me to send this right away because yOU KNOW this is pantalone core bgtrhjg)

send ‘ Don’t you dare ignore me! ‘ for my muse’s reaction

   There’s a flash of sadistic delight in red voids upon hearing the WRATH and irritation that drip from Pantalone’s words like beads of venom from a snake’s fangs. Not that Pantalone can see it with how Dottore’s back was turned to him as he slid a book back into its place on one of the nearly organized shelves. The UNFLAPPABLE regrator showing cracks that splinter in his perfect masks. Pantalone always ensures that they are perfectly presented, a haughty air draped around him like the finest silks. But ignoring him? Pantalone never reacts WELL to it. And sometimes that only calls to the beast to make him want to sink his claws in further and bring out that UGLINESS that Pantalone disguises. Because you could trust in Pantalone’s rage. If nothing else, that was often genuine when it revealed itself.

   Dottore only then turns towards Pantalone, taking a few strides across the room to trap Pantalone closer to the wall.  “  Or WHAT?  “  He challenges, red eyes sharp and ruthless; the eyes of a monster whose already laid eyes on the prey it wants.  “  You’re just as starved as the rest, wanting to GORGE yourself on attention. So desperate for MY attention. It’s a rather NICE look on you.  “  Dottore grins, purposefully looking to provoke those flames of anger. If his words didn’t do it, then the fact Dottore clearly wasn’t taking it SERIOUSLY might very well do that.  “  You look nice all angry.  “

   He leans closer still, indifferent to the rest of the environment at the moment. “  Would you threaten a higher up? Tsk. We can’t have that.  “  Even if they both know a KISS of cold METAL brought by Pantalone’s hands, be it blade or a gun, will not make the doctor bat an eyelash. A hand lifts up to trail along Pantalone’s throat, and then grasp his jaw in hand.  “  You haven’t forgotten, have you? A wild animal is still a wild animal.  “

   His chin tilts up slightly, arrogant and proud as he stares at the banker through long lashes with a grin that borders between twisted amusement and arrogance that could scorch the heavens. And a subtle third thing, a beckoning, an invitation, let their monsters play together. Show me tht anger.  “  You have my attention, but can you keep it?  Time’s ticking, dear Pantalone. “ He purrs, alert and attentive to see what his PARTNER would do. 

[lavishedinjimin]

hi! can u do one with yoongi/jungkook where they take their innocent small (size kink) s/o's virginity who's never masturbated before pls? thank u angel <3

this is a liiiiiiittle bit different than the request but I hope you’ll still enjoy! :) 

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“Let me see what you know,” Yoongi says, kneeling in between your spread legs, your pussy all out displayed for him. You were still trying to catch your breath after he had just finished eating you out, leaving your pussy wet and throbbing for more.  

His light brown hair, all shaggy and messy, curtains his forehead as he gazes at you with stary eyes. With big, warm hands, he softly caresses your inner thighs to comfort you.

You gulp, and he notices this.

“Aw, c’mon darling,” he chuckles, “put your hand in your pussy. Play with yourself for me.”

Despite the blush that forms your cheeks, you bring your hand down. You look everywhere, on the walls, the ceiling, the curtains – anywhere aside from his eyes.

Without saying anything else, he hovers on top of you. “Darling,” he assures you with a loving smile and replaces your hand with his. “Like this…”

Your body twitches when his fingers land on your soaked folds. Slowly, he traces your slicks with nimble fingers while he closely studies your reactions. He loves the way your body responds to such small touches. He was barely applying pressure and you were already writhing for him.

He traps your smaller body with his limbs. “Bring your fingers up to your clit… nuh-ah, look at me.”

Yoongi makes you look at him by placing a gentle finger below your chin, “Look. At. Me.”

His heart flutters as he sees your bright eyes, still appearing so chaste despite the lewdness of the current scenario. “There we go. I love your eyes, Y/n. You don’t have to be shy. Let me handle you, okay? Let me take care of you.”

Your boyfriend takes his time to please you, rubbing your clit with slow and sensual circles that makes your heart beat faster. He moans quietly, seeing that your entrance was already dripping in your sweet arousal. Yoongi clenches his jaw, savoring the way you look right now. He was enthralled by your sounds, your expressions, and your movements.

“Fuck, darling. I’m gonna put my finger in, alright? Tell me if it hurts, I’ll go slow for you.”

And so he does. You whimper in delight when he inserts his long, slender middle finger in you. He puffs out a breath, smirking to himself from the adorable moan you just did. He pushes his digit in and out, watching your body quiver.

“That feels so good,” bucking your hips up for more, you feel a weird fullness in your lower stomach.

“Mhm? It does?” You nod as a reply. “Yes it does, huh? Let me add another one, then.”

Yoongi stretches your walls out after inserting another finger in, pumping them in and out slowly and carefully. His digits suddenly hit a sweet, sensitive spot inside you as he creates repetitive ‘come hither’ motions.

“Aaaah, right t-there! Oh my God, Yoongi!” you squeal, feeling him pump his fingers faster and rubbing your walls firmer.

“You feel that, babe? That sponge-like, bumpy texture? That’s your g-spot, darling. It’s sensitive, isn’t it? Little one?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, eyes getting heavier, wanting to shut them off because of the new and irresistible sensations.

“Later on, I’m gonna fill you up with my cock. Make that tight pussy filled with my big dick.” You moan out loud unconsciously, turned on from his dirty words that you never thought you’d hear from him. “I might have to destroy your cute cunt, princess. I want to see your body try to take my cock. I bet you can’t even take half of it,” he laughs endearingly, the corners of his eyes creasing. “I want you to feel good, darling. Just let me handle you tonight, you just have to relax and enjoy yourself, that’s all you have to do. Let me be in charge.”

[house-of-kolchek]

Two Halves Make A Whole Idiot

Jason Kolchek x Reader x Salim Othman

Good Day.

I may have been convinced to post this a day early, everyone say thank you to @unabasheddreamfrienddonkey

Based on this ask! I apologize for the meager amount of words :)

Word Count: Nearly 1k

MASTERLIST

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Sometimes he wondered what went through their minds. These were two very capable people. Hell, he’d watched them take down monsters they knew nothing about, turn their backs on people they wanted to help, and fight tooth and nail just to see the sun again. They were marines. Tough as nails and just as sharp. 

So, as Salim watched you and Jason from his spot at the kitchen table, his coffee mug paused halfway to his lips, he truly questioned everything he knew up to this point in his life. 

“Just a liiiiiiittle higher babe. You can do it!” You cheered. Jason’s muffled voice answered something indiscernible and Salim shook his head. You were sitting on Jason’s shoulders, facing the cupboards. This would be all well and good, except for the fact that Jason was facing the other way, his face buried into your stomach, arms wrapped up around your back to support you.

Salim watched as you stretched your arm out, lengthening your entire body and causing Jason to stumble a bit, letting out another muffled protest. 

“Hey! Stay still! How else am I supposed to reach it?” you scolded. 

One more grunt from the Marine. 

“What?”

You screeched as Jason pushed you off his shoulders, catching you in enough time to rest you on your feet. He gasped a deep gulp of air. His new and improved baseball cap - you and Salim had surprised him with it for his birthday after the events in the caves - was sitting backwards on his head.

“I said ‘Maybe this would be easier if I was facin’ the other way,’” he said, all drawn out and laced with sass. You reared back, crossing your arms.

“Hey, that wasn’t my idea! You said it would stop me from falling!”

“Children, that is enough,” Salim piped in, hiding his grin behind his coffee mug. “You two are going to get yourselves killed one of these days, I swear.” The two in question turned to Salim, eyebrows raised in silent protest.

“This coming from the man who threw a rusty-ass pipe at my face?” Jason retorted, and you nodded your head in agreement.

“I was not aiming for you, Love,” Salim answered, knowing that his pet name would fluster Jason enough to shut him up. You looked between the two, shaking your head before dragging a kitchen chair back to the cupboard.

“Whatever lovebirds, I’ll just do it myself.”

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After the events of the morning, you proudly decided that the three of you needed to go to the store for orange juice. Dragging behind a complacent Salim, and a complaining Jason, you walked into the closest supermarket. By the time you’d made it to the store, your list had grown from one simple item to half a page of - absolutely necessary - groceries.

“Okay, we split up. Jase, you take boxed food, lord knows I can’t trust you with produce. Salim, you take housewares and I’ll go deal with produce,” you ordered, handing each man their respective lists.

“Aw babe, I love it when you go all military like that,” Jason cooed, giving your rear end a smack as he headed to the packaged aisles. You yelped, yelling after the marine, only to be hushed by Salim.

He gave you a kiss on the temple, resting his hand in a respectable location on your back, before also splitting to his assigned area of the store. With pink cheeks, you shuffled your way to the produce.

Salim hummed to himself, drifting through the aisles. His basket was full and his list was crossed off, save for a roll of paper towels. As he shopped, he wondered whether you and Jason had actually found all the items on your list, as you both had a tendency to get distracted. 

Since the two of you came careening into his life in the caves, he’d truly had his hands full. Salim wasn’t sure what he would do with himself once Zain left for London, but the two of you had saved him the trouble. Every day was a new adventure for him. He never realized just how much you could do with two retired marines and a furnished house. Pillow fights, food fights and many broken glasses later, the three of you found excuses for a hospital trip nearly every day.

But the man wouldn’t change it for the world. After all he’d been through - losing his wife, raising his son alone - he finally found a reason to really smile again. The love he felt for the two of you neared that for his son. You were all family now, and that’s how he wanted it to stay. 

“Here, get in the cart. I wanna see how fast I can push it into the  pillows,” a voice called from the next aisle over. Salim shook his head, that sounded just like something you and Jason would get up to.

Ah, what idiots.

“You got it,” another voice replied with a heavy Southern accent.

Salim smiled to himself, knowing that the two strangers were getting themselves into trouble. Two strangers with very familiar voices.

“wait nO.”

[generallybarzy]

hey there, stranger. viii

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven an: merry christmas to those of you who celebrate!!! I meant to get this out on Christmas eve but I worked until our store closed last night so I literally just finished this right now! chapter nine will be out tomorrow, I just decided to break it into 2 parts, christmas eve and christmas day, so that you could read it without having to wait too long! This chapter and the next are really sweet, with a liiiiiiittle hint of foreshadowing here and there. Hope you enjoy! word count: 2.9k

Christmas approached faster than you expected.

You had made up your mind earlier that Christmas Eve into Christmas morning would be the day you spent in Mat’s bed and finally stayed with him. You couldn’t be more overjoyed that Mat had decided to stay in New York over Christmas. You honestly didn’t know what you would do without him. Every second that you didn’t spend in class or babysitting for the Seidenberg’s- whose children were very interesting in your dating life now- you were with Mat. Out on dates, or just at home with him, resting. Things felt right with him. Almost too right.

It was Christmas Eve, it was chilly and all you wanted was to cuddle under some blankets and watch TV with him, so when you saw him come to the living room with your shoes and jacket in hand, your face dropped.

“We’re not going out, are we?”

He laughed at your instant reaction and nodded. “Just for a bit. But I have an early Christmas gift for you first.” He moved from the hallway to where you were on the couch, stopping by the tree to pick up the biggest of the very few presents you had set there for each other.

“Mat, this better not be something expensive.”

“Well-”

“I thought we agreed to keep our Christmas shopping light?”

“It’s not expensive! It’s not too expensive, I promise.” He handed you the box, wrapped haphazardly in red paper and held together with what looked like a whole roll of tape. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at it again like the first time you saw it.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped into Mat’s apartment was the two boxes under the tree the two of you had put up the other night. After you had agreed to spend Christmas with him, he immediately pulled you out to a tree farm and hauled it up the stairs to his apartment, claiming that you would decorate it so pretty and fill the house with presents. They were wrapped almost grotesque, in a way that you knew Mat had never wrapped a gift before, and you couldn’t help but laugh at them.

“What?” Mat mocked an offended look as you stood in his living room, laughing at his work.

“Have you never wrapped a gift before?”

“Hey, it has character!”

“It sure does have character. You sure you want me to open it and ruin this masterpiece?” You said now, taking the box in your lap. Mat just smiled and nudged you playfully, urging you to open it. You tore apart the paper, your heart soaring at Mat’s eyes watching you gently as you finally opened up the box under the paper. “Oh my God, Mat.” There, settled in the box, was a pair of brand new, clean white skates.

Mat smiled at your reaction. “Sooo, we’re going skating tonight.”

“What? I- I can’t skate?”

“Yeah, I figured.” The smirk on his face lit up a fire deep inside you. “I can teach you. I think it’d be a fun date, yeah?”

As nervous as you were to skate with him, you couldn’t help the smile spread across your face. “So you think a good date idea is me humiliating myself?”

“Yeah!” He laughed. That loud cackle that made your heart glow. “C’mon, get your coat, it’s chilly.”

“Rockefeller?”

“Absolutely.”

The walk from Mat’s apartment to the subway was chilly, but as you snuggled into his side while sitting on the subway train, your arm tucked under his black plaid coat, tight around his hoodie-clad waist, and his arm heavy across your shoulders, you knew there was no where else you’d rather be. He held your hand and laughed as you jumped out the subway doors the second they opened and dashed for the stairs. Mat couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you climbed the stairs back into the city and gazed around, the Christmas lights making your eyes gleam in wonder. It was a type of beauty he hadn’t seen before. A beauty not in physical appearance- even though you had plenty of that- but a beauty in how wonderful you were, how the city lights hit the joy in your eyes, and the way Mat’s heart pounded and his face warmed up when he saw you.

I want you so bad right now.

When the Christmas tree came into view after the short walk, Mat could feel the way your arm tightened around him, squeezing to get his attention. “Mat, look at the tree!” It was cute, almost childlike how excited you were. He chuckled at your outburst, and you punched his side slightly. “Shut up, this is my first Christmas here.”

“No, no, it’s cute.”

What did I do right to be with you right now?

You didn’t see his pink face.

You didn’t feel nervous about falling on your ass and making a fool of yourself, not until you were sitting at the edge of the rink at the Rockefeller Center, with Mat kneeling in front of you and tying your laces. You watched his big hands move skillfully, as if tying skates was second nature to him at this point.

“All done.” He stood with ease, his own skates making him appear so, so much taller than he already was, not even bothered by the fact that he was balancing on blades, but you had a little more trouble, your legs shaking the moment you stood up. “Hey, hey, I got you.” Mat smiled, a little bit, teasingly, his hands finding your waist. “We’re not even on the ice, babe.”

“I don’t think I’m gonna make it.”

He laughed, boisterous and loud. “I promise, you will. Trust me?” His hands found yours and pulled, urging you towards the ice. “I’ll take care of you. I’m good at this.”

Like a fool, you smiled.

“Alright, I trust you.”

Mat’s first step onto the ice was easy, it was habit, like the ice was like a home to him at this point, as if he was even more comfortable gliding over the ice than walking on land. You, on the other hand, were much less graceful. Mat held his hands out to you, and you took them carefully after almost falling immediately after stepping into the rink. “I hope you’re excited to see me fall.”

He smiled. “I’ve never been more excited.”

The first lap around the rink took five long, giggly minutes, Mat’s hands big and warm and holding yours tight, skating ever so gracefully backwards and glancing back to make sure he wasn’t about to run into anyone while also making sure you weren’t about to fall. "C'mon, babe." He smiled as you stumbled for the hundredth time that night.

"Sorry I'm not a professional like you, Mat."

"No, I like you like this. It's cute." You were about to blush, to tell Mat that he was so cheesy and soft, when he continued on. "Cute like… endearing, like how we laugh at a really clumsy deer learning to walk"

"Ouch, Mat!" You couldn't help but laugh as you faked annoyance and smacked his arm lightly. He stopped skating abruptly and let you glide into his chest.

"What? It's the truth, Bambi."

His hand fell to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him and pressing your hips to his. It was nothing but a simple, helpful act to keep you from slipping to the ground, but something in how close you were pressed into his hard body made your tummy flip and turn. Your hands slid up his chest and to his face, cupping his cheeks in your gloved hands and pulling him down to give him a quick peck. For a moment, the rest of the world disappeared. It was just you, Mat, the ice, and the sparkling Christmas Tree towering over you. There was nobody else around. For that second.

“Let’s keep going, Mat.”

He smiled, his cheeks pink and warm from the kiss. “You sure? A few minutes ago you were begging me to get you off.”

“I trust you. Don’t let me fall.”

“Of course not.”

He moved to your side, his arm around your waist, and helped guide you to move your feet, and soon, with his help, you were moving along. Mat couldn’t take his eyes off of you, simple as that. The little concentrated look on your face as you focused on making your feet move the right way looked so adorable. He couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to call you his.

And he didn’t notice the groups of girls with their phone’s camera aimed at you or the whispers they made to their friends.

He pecked your cheek again. “Are you having a nice Christmas Eve?”

“Are you kidding?” You looked up at him, your arm tightening under his jacket, around his hoodie-clad waist subconsciously to steady yourself. “This is amazing. You know what would make it better?”

“What?”

“If it would snow.”

“Hmm.” Mat motioned up to the sky, “Like that?” You turned your face to the sky, where snowflakes had started to come down lightly, sparkling in the lights.

“Oh my god.” You whispered in awe, your cheeks warm.

"All the best things happen softly." Mat repeated your words from a few weeks ago, his voice soft and eyes in awe of your beauty as the snow began to lay, sparkling, in your hair. You turned towards him, cheeks pink and eyes warm, and leaned up to beg for a kiss.

"You're amazing, Mat."

"Not as amazing as you."

"C'mere."

He sunk into your kiss, leaning the two of you against the edge of the rink so that others could skate around you. You smiled against each other's lips, absolutely giddy and chilly and craving your lover's warmth. Mat's hand glided from yours up to the curve of your neck, his chilly fingers dipping under your hair and making you giggle. The way your lips were curving up against his made him giddy, and he mirrored you, and soon you two were nothing but a giggly mess, surrounded by snowflakes and twinkling Christmas lights.

And the rumors you didn’t hear yet.

"Damn." Mat broke away first.

"I'll never get over kissing you, Mat."

"Same here."

"You're a good kisser."

"Not as good as you." He smirked, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. "So, I had planned to go window shopping along the avenue, but if you're too cold or your feet hurt, we can just go home and cuddle?"

"Hmm." Your feet did hurt, now that you thought about it, but the idea of being out in the city with Mat longer was tempting. "Well, I do like being out here with you. But nothing beats cuddles." Mat nodded, just absolutely gleaming that you had finally warmed up to that type of closeness. "Anyway, we have next Christmas to go window shopping, right?"

"Next Christmas?"

"Yeah, next Christmas."

So you were implying that you'd be here at least all year. Maybe more. And Mat couldn't handle that. His heart pounded in his chest.

"So I haven't scared you off yet?"

You laughed. "No, the opposite, really."

"That's good."

You stood in each other’s arms in comfortable silence for a few more moments, just enjoying each other. He hadn’t scared you away. He had made you more and more sure that he was gonna be worth it. He was here for the long run, and there was very little he could do to scare you away- that, you knew.

"Wanna head home, baby?"

"As much as I love skating with you, yeah. I'm getting chilly."

“Cuddles it is, then.”

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You stumbled into Mat’s apartment, giggling and rubbing your hands together, shaking the snow off your clothes. Mat pulled off his wet jacket and shoes and rushed to the thermostat, turning the central air system as warm and cozy as it could get. You kicked off your shoes and dropped your jacket and skates by his door, following him into his bedroom and snickering at how he was already changed into sweats and was pulling a thick crew neck over his head.

He looked up, his hair still a wreck from pulling on the sweater, to see you in the doorway, still shivering through your giggles. He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you, swallowing you in his warmth. "C’mon, we can’t have you cold. Go through my drawers, babe. Take any clothes you want, and find me in the living room, alright?"

"Okay."

It didn’t take you long to decide on something of his to wear. Easily your favorite article of clothing of his, the soft light gray hoodie was lying on his bed, just calling for you to grab. You slipped it over your head and grabbed a pair of his sweats, pulling the strings tight around your waist and rolling up the ankles. After grabbing some of his large socks from the drawer, you caught sight of yourself in his mirror. So, this was you now, huh? Cuddling up in your boyfriend’s oversized clothes, in his apartment, about to go snuggle on his couch. You were almost dizzy with emotion, and you couldn’t stop smiling at yourself as you looked at yourself in his clothes. You were someone’s girlfriend, someone’s favorite person. Again. And this time you felt safe in his arms. You felt loved.

“(Y/N)?” Mat called from the living room.

You took another deep breath and opened the door. Mat was standing by the couch, in big, fuzzy socks and sweatpants and his fluffy sweater, holding two steaming mugs.

“Hey, Maty.”

“Hey, baby.” He laughed through the word, his eyes running up and down your figure. Your figure was hidden behind his baggy clothes, but he had never loved you more than at this moment. You were wearing his clothes. You were in his clothes. There was something about seeing you like this that was so much more beautiful than anything else. More beautiful than the first time he saw you, than when you babysat together, than when you cuddled for the very first time. There was something beautifully intimate about seeing you in his clothes. As if in a way the two of you were becoming more and more intertwined every date. He finally realized he’d been staring and sucked in a breath. “Thought you jumped out the window and ran away or something.”

You laughed. “No, never.”

He grinned and held out the mugs as you moved towards him. “I made us hot chocolate.”

“Is it good? I know you’re not very good at cooking.” You took the mug anyway, giving him teasing eyes.

“Ouch!” Mat laughed and took a sip of his own chocolate. “Hey, c’mon, it’s pretty good!” He watched with a proud, gleaming smile as you took a sip, and you could barely taste it when he continued. “Right? Isn’t it so good?”

“It is, baby.”

“Wanna, maybe, watch some Netflix before going to bed?”

“That sounds perfect.”

Mat’s couch was large, large enough for him to stretch his long, six-foot body out on, and stretch out he did, pulling you down beside him. He tucked you back against his chest, his thick arms around your waist and his big feet nudging at yours under the blanket. As the night dragged on, the snow coming down heavier against the windows, you could feel his breath against your neck, you could feel it getting softer and softer as he fell asleep. “Baby,” You turned towards him, lifting his face between your hands. He hummed in response, his eyes opening and his lips smiling. “Let’s go to bed. You look sleepy.”

“I am.”

“So am I.”

“Let’s go.” Mat rolled off the couch sleepily and lifted you.

“Mat, you don’t have to carry me, bubs. Looks like you’re gonna fall over.”

“I wanna.”

You laughed when he hoisted you up in his arms and reached for the remote to turn off the TV. He stumbled towards the bedroom, giggling and nearly falling over, before shutting off the lights and dropping you onto the bed, crawling up next to you and making the bed bounce as he flopped his heavy body down.

“Mat.” You pulled his face up from the pillow to look at you. “C’mere, I wanna hold you like the other night.”

“Oh, for sure.”

Mat had never felt more comfortable in his life than when he had his head resting on your chest, your fingers tangled in his hair and your arm around his shoulders. And you’d never felt more safe than when his arms were around you, his lips against your skin and his weight heavy on top of you. You’d never felt this safe with any other man in your life, and Mat was so, so gentle and amazing to you.

“Did you have a nice night?”

“It was amazing.”

“Mmm.” Mat squeezed you in his arms. “I’m so happy you’re warming up to me now. I’m so happy we’re clicking so well. I was afraid you wouldn’t...”

“I am. I’m comfortable. We click so well, baby. I’m sorry it was a little difficult at first.”

“‘It’s my fault too.” His voice was sleepy and soft as his hand found your cheek in the dark, his thumb rubbing circles on your skin. “Will you stay in the morning?”

This time, you weren’t unsure. This time, you knew how you felt. This time, you wouldn’t run.

“Of course, bubs.”

[shawnsbabyma-blog]

TEENAGE DREAM

Authors Note: OKAY GUYS THIS IS MY FIRST IMAGINE (Or fanfic or whatever you want to call it, like I said I AM NEW.) Please be gentle with me, and truly any feedback would be great! :)

You waited in line for your first “meet and greet”. You weren’t exactly sure how they worked or what was going to happen or even how much time you would even get to talk to him, but you felt excited for your best friend. Celie had loved Shawn for years, she loved to talk about how she knew about him before his MAGCON days, whatever that was. If you were being completely honest, the only reason you were actually at this concert was to accompany Celie as you watched all her dreams come true…And the fact that he was the making of a young John Mayer didn’t hurt. As the line inched up you played with your hair, noticing your horrible split ends. Celie on the other hand was wired, you could practically hear her heart beating from a mile away.

“Girl,” you said lightly touching her arm, “you better quit it, you’re gonna start to sweat off your make up.” You said to her with a light giggle.

“I know, I knoooow.” She said with pleading eyes, “But you don’t understand, I can’t believe we are about to meet him!!!”

You laughed, you loved seeing Ce this excited. You inched up in line, only noticing you guys were next because you realized you reached the red tape on the floor. Looking up you felt like you almost had the wind knocked out of you. Your eyes widened staring straight ahead.

“Is that him, Celie?” You said half pointing over at probably the hottest guy in the room.

Celie rolled her eyes, “Yes Y/N, come on now, I’ve showed you soooo many pictures and videos!” She wasn’t lying, she had shown you. But it didn’t do him justice.

“Common, you’re up!“ the bald man shuffling girls along said to us.

The room started spinning. I took a deep breath and felt my body walk forward. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. I watched him turn around to face us, his dark brown eyes locking with mine immediately as Celie ran up to him giving him the biggest hug I have honestly every witnessed. God his eyes looked like chocolate, I thought to myself. Celie squealing brought me back to real time.

“SHAWN. I’m Celie. Wow, I’m sorry I can’t believe I’m meeting you. I brought my friend along as a witness, she knows how long I’ve waited for this!” Celie said jumping up and down as she spoke. It felt like Shawn and I hadn’t taken our eyes off of each other since I walked up to him.

“Aw hey, so nice to see you Celie!” Shawn said breaking our eye contact looking down at her. Then he looked back up at me again, GOD those eyes made me melt, “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” He said to me, making my heart skip several beats.

“Y/N, nice to finally meet the guy my best friend is always gabbing about.” You say playfully bumping Celie with your hip. It was something about him that made your jaded heart go thump again. You felt so silly, like a 6 year old fan girl, not that there was anything wrong with that but…about SHAWN? Common Y/N, you said to yourself. You just got out of a horrible and scary relationship, maybe it was just the attention from a kind male that got you hot and heavy.

“You guys excited to hear what I got for you tonight?” He smiled with his stupidly perfect teeth, not breaking eye contact with you. Him staring made you feel compelled to answer, even though Celie was already rambling off about her favorite Shawn songs…

“Beyond.” You said tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, flashing back a smile. “I have a couple favorites off the new album. It’s practically on repeat in our apartment.” You said to him with a laugh. Wow, this boy was really doing things to you…

“Alright ladies, smile!” The photographer said forcing you three into a picture pose. Shawn wrapped his giant arms around your waist resting a hand on your hip. Goosebumps immediately surfaced on your arms which made you blush as you half smiled for the camera. He let go of Celie, then slowly slid his hand to your lower back.

“It was so nice to meet you,” he said looking at you, “And you too, Celie.” he said looking over at your best friend. He said something else to Celie but your head was spinning from his hand still resting on your lower back. Was that on purpose?

“Well, we will see you soon! We have SECOND ROW tickets!!!” Celie said to Shawn matter of fact-ly.

“Amazing,” He said turning back to me with a little grin, “Soon then?”

“Soon.” You said back, hoping there was more meaning to this.

You listened to Celie ramble about Shawn the whole walk over to your seats, “Yeah, he was pretty amazing Ce. So genuine, and sweet.” You said to her still in a daze. He couldn’t have meant more by ‘soon" right? That’s silly. Your head is in the clouds. He’s not going to like a girl he met at a meet and greet. You repeated over and over in your head.

“Y/N,” Celie said grabbing your arm, “as much as I hate to admit this, and it sounds a lil crazy but he seemed a liiiiiiittle bit interested in you, girl.” You snapped out of your daze hearing this.

“Celie, don’t be ridiculous” You said with a half hearted laugh. “I- no, there’s just no way. He probably does this with every girl.” You said shaking your head.

“Hey, I just calls 'em how I sees 'em.” Celie said shrugging.

So, it wasn’t just you? Celie saw it too? You guys arrived at your seats, wow they were really REALLY close. It was inevitable you would really see each other again. The lights dimmed and the concert stage lights went nuts flying over the crowd showing everybodys faces. Shawn stepped out, looking just as handsome as you remembered 30 minutes ago. Your heart pounded as he began to sing

…

“I won’t lie to you…..”

Shawn sang as you listened and sang along lightly, but mainly just listening to his voice. Everything about him seemed to be special and unique to you now. His eyes panning the crowd, a huge grin on his face the entire time. You wanted him to look down at you so badly, but he was 500% in the moment and you actually loved that too. He cared about his music and his fans, he really did.

Shawn announced the last song and you felt your heart sink a little, partly because you knew this was going to give you post concert depression and also partly because the little Cinderella story you created in your head never really came true. You quickly snapped out of that though, you were at an amazing concert with your BEST friend having the time of your life.’ Live in the moment, Y/N.’ you said to yourself. You began dancing with Celie, and right before the lights went down you sore Shawn looked at you. The concert ended and everyone shuffled out of the venue. Some girls still screaming, some crying, some wearing their newly bought concert t-shirts. You and Celie walked outside letting the cooler air hit your flushed skin, it felt amazing.

Walking down the steps of the venue you felt Celie grab your arm,  "Ummmm, Y/N….“ She said pointing with her other hand at a man holding a sign that read 'CELIE + Y/N.’ You stared at him with confused eyes, had somebody called you a car? Your mom and other friends knew you drove but that was the only logical thing you could think.

"Uh, hi, we’re Y/N and Celie.” You said walking up to the man holding Celie’s hand.

“Oh, perfect! So glad I found you girls!” The man said, like everything was perfectly normal. “Follow me please.” He continued folding the side and walking back to the venue.

“Wait what? I’m sorry who are you and what’s going on?” You said to the guy squeezing Celie’s hand, a little excited and a little scared.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you girls knew!” He said with a chuckle. “Shawn has kept the venue rented for the night, it’s one of his good buddies, Geoff’s, birthday and they’re throwing a bash inside. There’s a bunch of bounce houses, dancing, you know what all you kids do.” He laughed, “and he said he would love if you could join. I know it’s bizarre but he said you guys were cool.” He shrugged looking between the two of us. I was beside myself, was this really happening, my head went dizzy again.

“YES. WE ARE SO DOWN.” Celie said squeezing my hand practically cutting off my circulation and then yanking me closer to the man almost pulling my arm from it’s socket.

“Sounds good…” I said smoothing my hair and looking down at my outfit. You weren’t sure if jean shorts and a white crop top with converse was appropriate gear for a birthday party but hey, live in the moment. You two ran inside after the guy passing girls who were staring you down, seeming to know the guy who was leading you back into the venue was.

You walked back into the arena, which looked totally redone in the 40 minutes you were outside. There were balloons EVERYWHERE and a good amount of people ages 18-28 hanging out, running around, drinking, playing in the bounce houses, and doing the obstacle courses. It looked SO fun, you were immediately happy with your decision.

“Ahhh, here’s the birthday boy!” the man said grabbing another guys hand pulling him into a hug, “This is Geoff. Geoff this iiiiis…….” he looked down at the sign, “Celie and Y/N, they’re Shawns guests.” He said patting Geoff on the back, “Have fun!” He walked away over to another group of people.

“Celie and Y/N, eh? Nice to meet you two. I was beginning to think I was Shawn’s only friend.” He joked.

“Well, we are very new friends if that counts.” Celie said with a laugh touching Geoffs arm. “Hey, what do ya bet I can double bounce you higher than you can double bounce me….” She said eyeing Geoff.

“Whoaaa are you challenging the birthday boy?!!” He said throwing his hands up, “That’s mighty bold of you Miss. Celie.” He joked. “You’re on.” he said tilting his head towards the bonce houses.

“C'ya later, Y/N!!!” Celie said running over into the sea of bounce houses.

You gave her a half hearted sarcastic wave standing alone in this giant arena. You stood looking around for a minute before you followed your nose to the cotton candy stand. You grabbed a pink tuff, examining your cotton candy you took a fluffy piece in between your fingers. Smiling you put it in your mouth as you swiveled around running into someone, “OH, shit sor-” You said looking up. At Shawn. Fuck.

“Didn’t know 'soon’ meant you trampling me down, cotton candy in hand!” He joked running a hand thru his mildly curly hair. You didn’t remember it being this curly earlier, but you loved it.

“Well, I didn’t know I would be here….with you….eating cotton candy.” You said looking down at the giant pink fluff ball you were holding. He picked a piece off and popped it in his mouth. “Oh yeah, thanks for inviting us by the way. Totally gets you cool points in my book. Especially for having a bounce house. Haven’t seen one of those since…..maybe 5th grade. Shame honesty.” You said snapping back to your sassy sarcastic self.

“Well, you must lead a boring life, Y/N.” Shawn said raising a brow. You couldn’t help but notice the quick up down he gave your body. It made you bite your lip, and pull your shorts down feeling a little self conscious.

“I want to know about you…” Shawn said smiling down at you. 'WHOAAAA!!!! You thought, where is this coming from? Why me? Is he being serious? Is this for a show, there sure are a lot of cameras here. Was this a joke?’ were all questions running thru your mind. He touched your arm, bringing your mind back to reality, “Is that okay with you, Y/N? I know it seems, well, out of left field, but it’s something about you, I dunno. Sounds corny. I know.” He said with a huff looking at me with sort of embarrassed.

“I used to bite my nails?” You said lightly, looking up at him. THAT was the only thing that you could think of, ugh. The two of you started to laugh, “I’m more exciting than that….I swear!” You said trying to revive yourself. There was so much you could tell him about, but your nails? You couldn’t have said your favorite color Y/N? UGH. And the only other thing that was on your mind that month was your past relationship…'That is NOT something you bring up the first time meeting someone. Especially since your ex is well…..terrifying.’ you thought to yourself.

“So tell me….” He said walking over to the stands patting the seat beside him. You looked up followed and sat down looking into his eyes. It was that moment where you just knew this boy was going to change your life forever.