#female reader x shawn

[shawnsturns]

Might not update this often as I do not have a title or anything for it and nobody probably will read it so I don't know if I'm talking to anybody but if I am thankyou! :)

Summary:

It's about a person whose parents get divorce and because their mum has financial issues they live with her mum's best friend for a while. The mum's best friend is the mother to Shawn Mendes and Aaliyah Mendes. Y/N hits it off really well with Shawn and that's all I have so far but I know it will remain pretty light-hearted and non-sexual either way.

This is my first time ever writing a fanfiction so I tried to make it pretty easy for a light read when you're bored and want something not too hard on the brain. loosely based on a dream I had, the person in my dream was a completely made up person, I just thought that I might as well make a fanfiction about it because I haven't had a dream in a while and it was kind of cute so I don't want to forget it.

It had finally been summer break, all those miserable memories of school were starting to vanish from your recollection, you were excited and surprisingly motivated to socialise with your friends and make those crucial coming of age movie moments. But of course none of that was upon your horizon, this was because nothing worth living through ever happened in your life, for instance the last eventful thing that occurred in your life was when your parents' marriage fell apart and you then had to start living with your mum who then began struggling with finding a permanent house. Regardless of that you were still disappointed when you were told that your next three weeks will be spent in some weird town purely because your mum's bestie (Shawn's mum) lives there.

The whole way to this town you let your mind wonder; what will it be like there, is it hot or cold? Will any of your friends miss you? How long is this drive? Will it be annoying to change the radio channel? Is your mum really ok? Did you forget any belongings at your dad’s? Will you ever be proud of how you live life? Are there gonna be any cool people there? Apparently your mum's friend has 2 kids, Shawn Mendes and Aaliyah Mendes. For your sake you've hoped that the one your age at least will be approachable, especially because your therapist had recently told you to meet new people and put yourself out there, your real self.

This drive was truly revealing of you and your mum's relationship, you had always had a certain awkwardness about you and now that was clashing with your mum's personality, she was and always had been the hardest person to read. You figured you would switch between listening to music and watching a show but the tension was just too much so you just began to ask those questions you thought of earlier, none of the deep ones though mainly just like what your mum remembered about Shawn's mum and what to expect.

Whilst bored in the car you came up with the best plan. Well… now that you know the first AND last names of who you're visiting (your mum told you) you impulsively decided to stalk their Instagram's and Spotify. Was this the most moral thing you’ve done? Not at all, did it give you fuel to make a judgment about them and prepare yourself? Yes. Luckily nothing was really too alarming with either of their Instagram's, they were all pretty casual and had photos of when they’d travel or do fun stuff at home with an occasional photo of just themselves in a fit check or like a selfie, you were way too scared to look at their stories though. You found you have similar taste in music with all of them to some degree, and none of them had Spotify followers which was honestly a huge green flag.

You gave special attention to Shawn's Spotify as you gathered you two would bond the most as the 19 year olds, his carefully crafted almost endearing playlist had phenomenal music and perfect covers. Your favourite was the one titled “I miss quality time”, it consisted of songs so good they felt nostalgic but you’ve never heard before, songs that can capture moments for eternity and give them gracious hugs. With one hour left of the drive you plugged in your earphones and began listening to it unshuffled, certain lyrics would catch your ear and result in you pondering whether it also caught the attention of Shawn's ear or moreover his heart.

i'm sorry this is awful :(

[mendesblurb]

We were staying in Paris

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word count:~500

A/N: The story idea and concept are classic and predictable; your girl just couldn’t help but write something inspired by this picture. Also, it’s three weeks late; better late than never? And this is my first story in 2024? 🙈 P.S. Should I write a longer and maybe some more steamy story with this picture? 🤪

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In the heart of Paris, in a hotel room with a balcony overlooking the city that served as the backdrop for a love story as it was unfolding in the early hours of dawn. You lay nestled in the warmth of the bed beside your boyfriend as your fingers intertwined with his. As the first tendrils of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Shawn stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to the soft glow of morning. 

He savoured the moment's stillness a little while before gently extricating himself from the embrace, slipping out of bed, and heading to the bathroom. The cool floor beneath his bare feet offers a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bed. He was going to return to bed, but instead, he made his way to the balcony, drawn by the promise of a tranquil morning amidst the bustling city below.

As he leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the Parisian skyline bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic in the distance, a precious sight. Lost in thought, he reached for a cigarette, the flame casting a flickering glow on his face as he took a contemplative drag.

Unbeknownst to him, you had stirred awake in his absence, your gaze lingering on the spot where he had once laid.

There you were, quietly making your way to the balcony, and you found him lost in reverie with the smoke curling around him like a halo in the morning light. With a soft throat clearing, you announced your presence, a playful glint dancing in your eyes.

"Good morning, stranger," You greeted, voice laced with amusement as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

A little startled, he turned to find you standing before him, a radiant smile lighting up her features as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Good morning, ma chÃrie," He greeted back before discarding his cigarette and nestling closer. It didn’t take long for his eyes to linger around you, and eventually falling upon the shirt you were wearing, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his gaze, “I believe that’s my shirt.” 

"Oh yeah, I hope you don't mind," You began, fingers tracing the fabric of the shirt, "I may have borrowed this from you,” You continued slyly as your lips curled into a grin as he took in the sight of you wearing his shirt, the fabric draping over your frame in a way that seemed almost too perfect.

"Shirt stealer," he remarked, his voice tinged with sincerity as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Moments later, as the sun continued its ascent, casting a golden glow over the city, you both remained on the balcony, lost in each other's embrace and the beauty of the Parisian sunrise. 

"By the way, I'm never returning this shirt,” You added, breaking the silence with a mischievous grin. 

In response, Shawn just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection, “Thank you for letting me know," he replied, pulling  you closer than before, “But It looks better on you anyway."

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Story Code:05042409

[crazyk-imagine]

Kicking and Newfound Spouses

Pairing: Shawn Hunter x Female!reader

Characters: Shawn Hunter, Female!reader, Cory Matthews, Topanga Lawrence, Jack Hunter

Warnings: Fluff, Cory being a dramatic bish, Panga is our homie, Jack is clueless, Shawn just wants his lady love, Eric is not mentioned but hiding somewhere in the scene, this was fun, I wanted to write for this fandom for a while, my baby bad boy hunter for the win, shawn introducing himself is an inside joke

Word Count: 570

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You sit at the corner booth in your favorite restaurant, enjoying the quietness at your table even as the noise around you gets louder.

-

Shawn looks to his left and finds you, sitting there looking as pretty as ever.

Cory catches his gaze and realizes what, more like who, he’s looking at.

He shakes his head, “hey, Shawn.”

His friend turns to look at him.

“No.”

He pouts.

-

Topanga slips away from the two and wanders towards your table.

-

“Remember when we were ten and turned eleven?”

“Vaguely but go on.”

“She kicked you out of your chair because you called her essay messy. Are you- are you still with me here?”

“I am but I don’t see your point.”

“She will kick you out of your chair again, Shawn.”

“And I’ll lay on the floor a happy man.” He all but runs away from Cory.

-

“Hey," he slips in beside you. “Shawn hunter at your service,” he holds his hand out to you.

You glance at it and his face and can’t understand why he’s at the booth or trying to persuade you. “To what? Fail?”

He furrows his brows confused by your comment, most girls would start swooning over him by now.

He shakes his head and continues. “No, to study.”

-

Cory stands in the corner still, biting his nails. “He's lost it.”

-

“You’ve never once studied in your life, Hunter. What makes you think I’d want to study with you now?”

“It’ll be a date you won’t forget,” he tells you with one hundred percent certainty.

You take a deep breath, “I’ll admit that was a little smooth on your part, kudos to you but I can’t take that chance right now. I’m trying to get a good grade.”

“What about after?”

“After what?”

“The test. I want to go out with you.” You glance at Topanga from the corner of your eye, needing some reassurance that what he’s saying is real and not a joke.

You angle yourself to face him, “if there was ever a time where I’d say yes, which I haven’t yet, what would you be willing to do in order for that date to happen?”

He takes a deep breath, “I’ll let you kick me out of this booth.”

The corner of your lips twitch. “You two can’t let that go, huh.”

“No, Cory’s traumatized by it but for me, that was the day I knew I met someone who I’d be happy calling my wife.”

Your eyes widen and you can’t help but chuckle.

He always knew the things to say to get a response out of you.

“Deal.” You hold your hand out for him to shake.

He shakes your hand and places a soft kiss on the back of it before letting you kick him out.

“My butt might be sore later, but I’m not upset about it.”

-

Jack leans down to ask Cory, “did he just let someone kick him out of a booth?”

The younger man nods his head, “he told her to.”

“I’m afraid to ask but why?”

“They’re going on a date.”

“Oh. Oh. He does realize that’s not how you ask a girl out, right?”

“He has his methods, and you have yours.”

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

part three of the stains trilogy, if you will.

1. stains | 2. burns

warnings! smut! bratty? rough sex! foreplay! age gap relationship!

words; 3145

summary; after a night of disobeying jim completely, you wake up and face your not-so-pleased boyfriend. you, as you’ve promised, clean up that stupid couch, only for it to get messy again.

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YOU WOKE UP WITH YOUR HEAD POUNDING, the harsh light streaming through the window only making it worse. Your throat was dry, your body felt heavy, and every inch of you reminded you of the drinks you’d downed last night.

You groaned, burying your face into the pillow, trying to piece together the events that led you to this miserable morning.

But the clearer the memories got, the more you cringed. You’d promised Jim you’d keep it together—just a few drinks with friends at his place, then a call when you were ready to be picked up. Simple, easy. But of course, you’d gone overboard.

You dragged yourself out of bed, slipping into one of Jim’s oversized t-shirts, your bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. You padded softly into the hallway, every step a reminder of your missteps the night before. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, beckoning you towards the living room.

Jim was already up, sitting on the edge of the couch with a steaming mug in his hand. His expression was calm, composed, but his eyes tracked your every move, a subtle mixture of amusement and annoyance dancing in his gaze. Your heart sank a little at the sight of him. He was wearing those worn-out jeans you loved, paired with a faded band t-shirt, his long hair pulled back in a loose bun. Despite the casual look, there was an air of quiet authority about him, a reminder that he’d been the responsible one while you’d been out of control.

“Morning,” Jim said, his voice low and even.

“Morning,” you mumbled back, feeling a pang of guilt at the warmth of his tone, even after the night you’d put him through.

“You look like hell,” he added with a smirk, taking a sip of his coffee. You rolled your eyes, but there was no heat behind it.

“Thanks, I feel like it too.” You plopped down on the other end of the couch, your gaze drifting to the stain still glaring back at you from the middle cushion. You couldn’t help but snort softly, a fleeting moment of comic relief in an otherwise awkward morning.

Jim’s eyes followed yours, landing on the stain with a small shake of his head. “You’re lucky that’s the least of our worries.”

You bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Guess we got carried away,” you said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “You’re not mad about it, are you?”

“No,” Jim said, setting his coffee down on the table, looking out on the living room. All the bottles and spills of alcohol. Jim had taken the table, the dishes and the food. But he’d left the rest for you to clean. “But this-“ he said and pointed out to his living room, -“is a good reminder of why we shouldn’t mix alcohol and promises, especially when you’re involved.”

You felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. You remembered your drunken persistence in the car, how you’d begged and pleaded until he’d finally relented. You’d promised him peace and quiet once you’d get home, but the moment you’d hit the sheets, you’d been all over him again. And Jim, patient as always, had just refused your advances, gently but firmly reminding you of your agreement.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice softer now. “I know I was a brat last night.”

Jim leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded you with a calm intensity. “It’s not just about being a brat,” he said, his tone measured. “It’s about the promises you make and then conveniently forget the moment you don’t get your way.”

You squirmed under his gaze, the weight of his words sinking in. You’d been selfish, pushing and pushing until he’d finally given in, and even then, you hadn’t stopped. You’d broken your word to him in more ways than one, and now, staring at the stain on the couch, it all felt embarrassingly childish.

“I’ll clean it,” you said, your voice firmer this time. “I’ll clean everything up.”

“I’ll take the rest if manage to remove that stain. Only because I’m the nicest person in the entire world,” Jim said and your face lit up.

“It’s a dare?” You asked.

“If you want it to be,” Jim shrugged.

He leaned back into the couch, not saying a word as you got up to fetch the cleaning supplies. The quiet was heavy between you, each step feeling like a penance for the chaos you’d caused. You returned with a rag and some cleaner, dropping to your knees beside the couch as you started scrubbing at the stain. Jim watched you, his gaze steady and unreadable, but there was no harshness there, no anger—just that quiet, frustrating patience that made you feel even worse.

As you scrubbed, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him, the way his strong hands cradled the coffee mug, the slight flex of his muscles as he shifted in his seat. Even in his calmness, there was a quiet power to him that always drew you in, made you want to push and provoke just to see what it would take to make him snap.

“Are you just going to watch me?” You asked, half-teasing, half-frustrated, the stain seemingly not vanishing at all.

Jim shrugged. “Someone’s gotta make sure you do it right.”

You narrowed your eyes at him but couldn’t keep the smile off your face. He was infuriating in the way only he could be—unflappable, controlled, always a step ahead of you. It made you want to push further, to find that edge where he might finally lose that composure.

You tossed the rag onto the couch and stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m done,” you said defiantly, even though the stain was still faintly there. Jim’s eyes flicked to the cushion, then back to you, one brow arching slightly.

“You call that clean?”

You huffed, stepping closer until you were standing between his legs, your hands on your hips.

“It’s better than it was.”

Jim met your challenge with a steady gaze, unblinking. “But I didn’t ask you to make it better. I asked you to make it go away.”

You sulked and Jim let the silence stretch between you, tension thick in the air. Your heart raced, the proximity to him, the smell of his cologne, the way his eyes bore into yours—it all made you feel that same reckless desire you had last night. But Jim wasn’t giving in; he was making you stew in it, waiting for you to break first.

“Jim…” you said, your voice a low whine, and you shifted, your knee brushing against his thigh. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll be good, I promise.”

Jim’s hand moved, his fingers lightly tracing the skin of your thigh, sending shivers up your spine. But his eyes remained fixed on yours, that same infuriating calm still in place. “Promises, promises,” he murmured, his tone making you squirm.

You bit your lip, your patience snapping. You leaned in, your hands resting on his shoulders as you straddled his lap, pressing your body against his. “Please, Jim,” you whispered, your voice needy, desperate. “I need you.”

Jim’s grip tightened on your thigh, his eyes darkening as he finally let his restraint slip, just a little. “You’ve been nothing but trouble,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Kept me up all night, made promises you couldn’t keep…”

Your breath hitched, your hips grinding down against him, seeking friction. “I’ll keep them now,” you promised, your voice breathless. “Please, Jim, I’ll do anything.”

Jim’s hand moved to your waist, his touch firm as he guided your movements. “You’d better,” he said, his tone a mix of warning and promise. He pulled you closer, his lips hovering just above yours but not quite touching, making you whine in frustration. He brushed his lips against yours softly, teasingly, before pulling back just enough to see the desperation in your eyes.

“Patience, Y/N,” he whispered, his lips ghosting along your jawline as his hands roamed under your shirt, fingers brushing over your bare skin with maddening slowness. Your breath caught, your head falling back as he took his time exploring you, his touch light but deliberate. He pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought as his lips moved down your neck, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses that made you shiver.

You squirmed in his lap, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as your hips rolled against him. You felt him harden beneath you, his cock pressing against you through both of your clothes.

Jim was in no rush. His hands slid up to your breasts, cupping them firmly before pinching your nipples, making you gasp. He smiled against your skin at your reaction, loving the way you responded to his touch.

“Jim, please,” you whimpered, your body aching for more as you ground against him, seeking the friction you desperately needed. But Jim was relentless, his pace slow and controlled, savoring every sound that fell from your lips. His mouth moved lower, kissing a trail down your chest, over the swell of your breasts, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked lightly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, making you cry out and arch into him.

Your hands roamed over his back, nails digging in as your movements grew more frantic, your need for him becoming unbearable. “I need you,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. “Jim, please, I can’t—”

Jim pulled back, his lips slick and swollen from his ministrations, his eyes meeting yours with a heat that sent a jolt of arousal straight through you.

“You really are impatient,” he teased, but the way his breath hitched told you, that he was just as affected as you were.

Jim reached down between you, deftly unbuttoning his jeans, and freed himself from the confines of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you watched, your breath hitching at the sight of him—hard, thick, and ready. You licked your lips, your need for him amplifying as you reached down to stroke him, feeling his length twitch under your touch. Jim groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as your hand worked over him, slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm he’d been teasing you with.

“Enough,” Jim growled, his patience finally snapping. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away as he positioned you above him. “You want it? Then take it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You lifted yourself up, positioning him at your entrance, the anticipation making you shiver.

With one smooth motion, you sank down onto him, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he filled you completely. The stretch, the fullness, the sheer heat of him inside you—it was overwhelming in the best way, every nerve in your body lighting up with pleasure.

“Fuck, Jim,” you moaned, your head falling back as you took him in to the hilt, your thighs trembling around him. Jim gritted his teeth, his hands gripping your hips as he fought to maintain control, every muscle in his body tensing as he resisted the urge to just flip you over and fuck you senseless.

“Move,” he commanded, his voice strained, the last threads of his composure slipping as you began to roll your hips, your pace slow and torturous. You set a rhythm, rocking back and forth, your movements smooth and fluid as you found your pace. Jim’s eyes darkened as he watched you, the sight of you struggling to cope with the pleasure, the way your body moved with such wanton need, was enough to drive him to the edge.

Your moans filled the room, your hands braced against Jim’s chest as you rode him, your movements growing faster and more erratic as the pleasure built inside you.

Jim met your pace with hard, deliberate thrusts, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink, the coil in your stomach tightening with every roll of your hips.

“Right there,” you panted, your nails digging into his chest as you chased your high. “Oh god, right there—don’t stop.”

Jim’s hands roamed over your body, one sliding up your back to fist in your hair, pulling your head back so he could claim your mouth in a bruising kiss. His other hand slipped between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that had you crying out into his mouth. The combined sensations—the fullness of him inside you, the relentless pressure on your clit, the heat of his lips against yours—it was all too much, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on,” Jim murmured against your lips, his voice rough and commanding. “Come for me, Y/N.”

That was all it took.

Your body tensed, your back arching as you shattered around him, a broken moan ripping from your throat as you came undone. Your muscles clenched tight around him, your walls fluttering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

Jim watched as you shattered around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm, your moans echoing off the walls.

Your nails raked down his chest, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you rode out every wave of pleasure. But Jim wasn’t done.

As soon as he felt you starting to relax, he moved.

With a swift, decisive motion, Jim flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs wide, whipping one of them over his shoulder as he settled between them. There was no hesitation, no teasing this time. He thrust into you hard, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke that tore a scream from your throat. The sound was raw, unfiltered, and it sent a bolt of pure lust straight through him.

Jim gripped your thigh, fingers digging into your thigh as your leg flexed over his shoulder in reaction to his punishing pace, his thrusts fast, hard, and deep, driving into you with a single-minded focus.

His jaw was clenched, eyes locked onto yours as he took you exactly the way he wanted—relentless and unrestrained. He watched your face contort in pleasure, your mouth open in a continuous stream of moans and cries that spurred him on, each sound you made only pushing him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Jim!” You gasped, your hand scrabbling for purchase against his upper arm, your nails digging in as you tried to keep up with his brutal pace. You were still sensitive from your orgasm, every thrust sending shocks of overstimulation through you, but you didn’t want him to stop. The sheer force of his movements, the intensity of his gaze—it was too much and yet not enough all at once.

Jim could feel you squeezing around him, your body still responding even after your climax, and it drove him wild. He shifted his angle slightly, driving deeper, harder, each thrust a forceful reminder of how much he needed this.

He was chasing his own release now, every stroke a means to an end, each one rougher than the last. He loved the way you screamed for him, the way your body arched off the couch, your legs trembling as Jim assisted you in lifting your one leg off his shoulder and instead wrapped both your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

“Yeah, you like that?” Jim growled, his voice rough and edged with need. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he pounded into you, relentless and fierce. “Fucking scream for me.”

You did exactly that, your voice breaking as you cried out, your body writhing beneath him. You were lost in the feeling, the way he stretched you, filled you, pushed you right back to the edge of pleasure-pain that you couldn’t get enough of. You clung to him, nails scratching down his back, urging him on as he took you harder, faster, his thrusts shaking the couch beneath them.

Jim’s breathing was ragged, his control slipping as he chased his own climax. He was focused entirely on the way you felt around him, the tight, wet heat of her drawing him deeper, the way your body trembled with every powerful thrust. He could feel himself getting close, his muscles tightening, the need for release building to an unbearable peak.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his rhythm growing more erratic as he lost himself in the sensation. He gripped your hips even tighter, driving into you with a ferocity that left you gasping, every stroke pushing you further and further until you were on the brink again.

Jim’s head fell forward, his hair coming loose from its tie, strands sticking to his sweat-slicked skin. His movements became more desperate, each thrust a plea for release, each one harder and deeper until finally, he felt himself teeter on the edge. With a low, guttural moan, he thrust into you one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as he came, the pleasure ripping through him like a tidal wave.

He could feel every pulse, every throb of his release as he filled you, his body shuddering with the force of it. You held him close, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your own breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you clung to him, the intensity of his orgasm sending shockwaves through you as well.

You stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from your high.

You pulled Jim down to meet your face and he rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling, the silence between you comfortable and charged.

Jim’s hands gently stroked your cheek, soothing her as you shivered, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through you.

“Feel better?” Jim asked, his voice softer now, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed breathlessly, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all. “Yeah,” you admitted, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Much better.”

You both sat up and you nestled yourself in Jim’s lap.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he buried his face in your neck, placing a gentle kiss there. “Good,” he murmured.

“But that stain isn’t gone.”

You whipped your head to look at him, your lips formed in a thin line. “I’ll clean the rest. It’s fine.”

You shrugged. You deserved to clean up your mess.

Jim glanced over at the stain, smirking.

“You know,” he said, his voice filled with wry amusement, “I think, I really just need to invest in some better cleaning supplies.”

You grinned, your hand sliding up his chest to cup his jaw, your thumb brushing over the stubble there. “Or,” you suggested, your voice playful, “we just don’t try to keep it clean at all.”

Jim rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was unmistakable. “Brat,” he muttered, but his tone was filled with affection.

“Always,” you shot back, your smile wide as she leaned in for another kiss, already thinking of how you might push his buttons next time. But for now, you were content to just bask in the aftermath, wrapped up in Jim’s arms, feeling every bit the troublemaker who’d finally, finally gotten your way.

[yournameoneverypage]

Falling Forward

Shawn Mendes x Reader. Angst, fluff.

Word Count: ~2.6k

A/N: It may be an “anon”, but I know who requested this. (She’s one of my besties.) 😉 I hope you like it, bub, especially since you requested it so long ago! I’m sorry it took me way too effing long to get it written. 😕 Call it a very belated birthday gift. 😋

So, I didn’t follow the prompt exactly. Well, I did, but I distorted the perception a bit? (That's probably not the best description, but I think you'll see what I mean.) I tried with the angst, I really did, but I feel like my angst is never really all that angsty.

~ ❤️ ~

You were sitting at your desk, rubbing your eyes, when you sensed you were no longer alone. You might’ve been startled by how he’d snuck up on you if you hadn’t smelled his cologne. You could find him in the dark just by his scent alone. It was maddening, because you hated how much you loved it.

Sure enough, you swiveled your chair to see Shawn standing in the doorway of your room, leaning against the frame.

“What are you doing here?” you said in greeting, trying to keep your tone indifferent. Your voice often tried to betray you in his presence; it was a genuine struggle.

He shrugged the shoulder not leaning against the door. “I came to see if you wanted to hang out for a bit.”

“Maya isn’t here.”

You thought maybe you simply imagined the... hurt that flitted through his honey brown eyes before he said, “Yeah, I caught her on her way out. Who do you think let me in?”

///

Maya was your best friend, who Shawn had had a thing for ever since you’d met him nearly six months earlier through a mutual friend who you had no idea had any clout whatsoever. You suppose, that was the point. Jaiden wasn’t the type of guy to just throw facts around like, ‘yeah, Shawn Mendes is a friend of mine’. You had to earn his trust before he let you completely into his inner circle.

Apparently you had finally managed to do so the night you found yourselves all at the same bar and being introduced to the beautiful, bright-eyed, pink-cheeked, affable popstar.

Maya and Shawn instantly connected. You were happy for her, of course, but you had liked him for a while, had been a fan of his longer than she had, and well before you had ever met him. You had to remind yourself that she was your best friend and “dibs” was for children.

You did your best to shake off your disappointment, while Shawn tried his hardest to dispel your sometimes debilitating shyness.

There was one moment, one brief, shining moment, just as you were truly starting to relax in his presence and open up, when you thought maybe, just maybe, the tiny spark you had thought you felt flare between the two of you might be realized, but then Maya made a slightly suggestive comment and snatched away his attention.

Even though you knew she hadn't purposely done so, - Maya was an outrageous flirt, - it left you cold and on the verge of tears. As you willed away the wetness of your eyes, and forced yourself to smile, you felt a wall around your heart begin to build and fortify.

You said your goodbyes shortly thereafter, but not before Shawn asked for Maya’s number. You excused yourself for the ladies' room, not wanting to witness the very possibility of anything more between them.

///

You never felt excluded from conversations whenever you found yourselves spending time with Shawn, and quickly settled into the banter that flowed freely between you, but you did feel like you sat stuck slightly along the circumference of Shawn and Maya's little flirtation bubble. You could only take so much before you made your excuses to leave them to their privacy.

You wondered how much longer it would be before they hooked up. You were surprised it hadn't happened already. You didn't know how you were going to handle it once they did. You would have to make yourself scarce when they began dating, and find other places to crash before he started staying over. You wouldn’t begrudge Maya for having a sex life with Shawn, but you knew it would kill you if you had to see the proof of it standing in his underwear in your kitchen afterwards.

Your heart tightened in your chest and you forced those thoughts away.

You almost questioned why he had chosen to stay then to entertain you, but you didn't want to see that look again. It made your skin itch uncomfortably.

It wasn’t as if you hadn’t hung out alone together before, but the texting was easier. You texted all the time about things from mundane to thought-provoking. You loved it when it was just the two of you, even though you held that close to your chest, but simultaneously you hated it because, in these instances, all the stronger, more-than-friends feelings you had for him tried even harder to surface. It was easier for you to talk to him when there was distance and a screen between you.

If only you were selfish and could just take what you so desperately wanted.

If only you were brave enough.

How would he react if you did, and what would that do to both your friendships, with him and especially Maya? It wasn't worth the risk.

“You could’ve called first?” you suggested, falling into your usual bantering to try to alleviate your sudden discomfiture, spinning back toward your laptop.

“Do I ever call?” he chuckled.

Touché. Your apartment was near his favorite coffee shop. As soon as he learned that, he started coming by all the time.

“You should just give me a key at this point,” he smirked. “Besides, I knew you’d be home,” he said, pushing off the frame and crossing your room.

“Because my life is oh, so boring?”

“Because I know you have a deadline for Monday and would be working through the weekend.” He set a to-go cup beside you.

You sighed and tilted your head back to look up at him. “Thank you.” You brought the cup to your lips and took a tentative sip. Of course, it was your favorite.

Shawn placed his large hands on your shoulders and gave a gentle squeeze. Your stomach flipped. From the rush of caffeine, obviously, not his touch. “All that caffeine probably isn’t good on an empty stomach. When was the last time you ate anything?” He raised an eyebrow when you took too long to answer. “Mhm,” he smirked. “That’s what I thought. Take a break, sweetheart. I’ll make you something to eat.”

Your heart skipped whenever he called you ‘sweetheart', which was both too often and not nearly enough. Your heart was a traitor, too.

When Shawn was gone, you sighed and tried to refocus on your work. It was futile now that the man you were in love with was only two rooms away. It was getting more difficult with every passing day to bury your feelings.

You felt a flare of anxiety, nearly overwhelming in its intensity. This was not the time to fall apart. You didn't have the luxury this afternoon of leaving him with Maya and fleeing. You couldn't let him see your vulnerabilities or he wouldn't stop till he pulled everything out of you that you were trying to hide from him.

Breathe. Just breathe…

Thankfully, upon his return, you had calmed yourself down and the attack had retreated. You pretended to be engrossed in your assignment but if Shawn had paid any attention to your laptop screen, he'd easily see you hadn't made a stitch of progress since he disappeared to the kitchen.

“What happened to ‘take a break’?”

You held your hands up in surrender. “Fine.”

He snapped your laptop shut, - he didn't have to ask if you saved your work as he knew you were a little OCD about that, - and set a bowl of noodles and two chocolate chip cookies before you. He knew you better than he should as someone else’s soon-to-be boyfriend. Your comfort foods, where you carried your stress, how much you loved anything chocolate.

You reached for the cookies.

"Noodles first," he playfully reprimanded.

You scowled. He just smirked and threw himself across your bed, languorously stretching his long frame out. Damn it. Now your bed was going to smell like him.

Shawn snagged your journal from its current place on your nightstand. It was your own fault, really, for leaving it out, in plain sight. “What's this?”

“Nothing.” You made to snatch it out of his hands, but then you thought, why bother? You never wrote his name in your journal, or the name of the friend who he belonged to. He would never know the staggering crush you had was on him.

Even though your face burned hot, you didn't stop him from cracking it open, - you think you secretly wanted to see if he'd figure it out, - and busied yourself by inhaling your noodles even though they were still a little too hot.

"'There must be a reason why the greatest love stories never have a happy ending.' Well, that’s bleak."

"We can't all be optimists."

Shawn rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Says the biggest optimist I know."

He had you there. You were normally a wide-eyed and hopeful, glass-half-full kind of person.

“'Never trust a man whose smile steals the breath right out of your lungs.'" Without reading the actual entry that followed, he flipped to another page. "'What’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?'"

Most of your entries began with a sentence or quote that reflected your mindset on that particular day.

His eyes stayed locked on your neat scrawl, his thumb and index finger poised to turn another page, as he cleared his throat and asked, "Who's the guy? Do I know him?" He finally looked up at your silence.

Your answer was to lower your eyes, shrug noncommittally, and stuff one of the cookies into your mouth.

You wondered which passage it was that caused Shawn to abruptly close the small, leather book and mutter, "You should've told me not to read it."

"I shouldn't have to. Are you happy now? Curiosity quelled?" You immediately regretted your words and tone. You had been trying for sarcasm but it came out too harsh. You were normally quick to apologize, but you were suddenly equal parts frustrated, terrified, and annoyed.

"Look," you cleared your throat and took a deep breath to steady your voice. "I should really focus on getting this assignment done." You can't be here anymore. I'm not strong enough. Not today. "Thanks for the coffee, and- and noodles, and cookies. I should be able to push through now, so…"

"Yeah, okay." Shawn stood and began to leave. He paused in the doorway. "You don't ever have to thank me for taking care of you. As someone who…"

You felt the wall around your heart fissure and you held your breath, balancing between hope and heartbreak.

But instead of completing his thought, he only sighed. "Don't work too hard." And then he was gone.

///

Shawn met Maya at the café beside the coffee shop.

She knew it hadn't gone well with the way he stalked toward the corner she'd settled into. She raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

Shawn just growled and tugged the curls that had found themselves twisted in his hand. "She's definitely into someone; it's just not me," he sighed wistfully, squeezing into the booth that was too small for his 6'3" frame. He dropped his head into his palms and rubbed his eyes. "Her journal is one long, unrequited love letter."

"You read her journal??"

"In my defense, I didn’t know it was her journal. At first.”

"You read her journal."

"I know, I know. But she didn't stop me! I just- I thought maybe, maybe, I'd see my name in there.”

"Boys are so dumb," Maya huffed, sliding out of the booth and tossing a twenty onto its surface. "Girls too, for that matter."

"Where are you going?"

"To put an end to this. I'm tired of waiting for you two to get your shit together."

"What?"

"It's you, stupid."

"What is?"

"The boy she's writing about."

///

Your door was still open. "Give it over," Maya demanded upon entering your room.

"Give what over?"

She glowered at you.

"He told you. Of course he told you. No. Just go. Just… leave me alone."

"Like hell. Give it."

"Does my privacy not mean anything to anyone??" But still you retrieved your journal.

"You let Shawn read it, but I'm your best friend."

You tossed it on your bed toward Maya, who quickly snatched it up and began to page through it. “Ha! I fucking love being right! Bub, why didn’t you tell me??"

Your eyes began to water. Maya took your hand and pulled you toward your bed. She settled herself cross-legged in the middle of it, facing you as you assumed the same position.

"Why didn't you tell me you’re in love with Shawn?” Maya asked softly.

You nearly collapsed with the relief of not having to hold it in anymore, of not having to pretend. Finally, the tears spilled over. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" She reached for you to swipe them away. "What is there to be sorry for?"

"What do you mean 'why'?? You two are…" You completed your thought with a gesture.

Maya immediately connected all the dots. Every single one of them. "Oh, honey…" She then laughed. "You are so oblivious, babe."

"Gee, thanks."

"He's not into me. He's into you."

"No, no, no, no, no," you chanted, rising from your bed and beginning to pace around your room. Your entire world had abruptly flipped upside down and you were grasping for a way to right things again, because this was just… too much. If your unrequited love wasn’t as unrequited as you thought… "But you two flirt all the time."

"I flirt with everyone, hon, which you're well aware of. So does he. It's just fun for us; it doesn't mean anything." A realization suddenly dawned on her. "Shit. I'm so sorry, bub. I never considered how it must've looked to you… You must hate me."

"Of course not," you exhaled. *It's just- I always thought- when he started coming around I thought, he's just being nice. Get in good with the best friend, you know?"

"You're right in your assumption, but he doesn't hang with you because of me, he hangs with me because of you. It always frustrates him when you disappear on us. You've really done a number on his confidence, hon, and his heart... He's crazy about you, and he thinks you're desperately into someone else. You should probably correct that, hm?"

///

Shawn stood in your doorway, hands shoved deep into his pockets. "Hi."

You were as far away from the door as you could get, twisting the rings on your fingers. "Hi."

“Permission to enter?”

You nodded.

He took a few tentative steps forward and closed the door behind him. With the audible click, your heart quickened. He paused beside your dresser and picked up your small, metal infinity cube. He changed its shape before setting it back in its place and clearing his throat.

“Maya said you had something to tell me.”

“I’m sorry about how I spoke to you earlier.” That’s not what you knew she’d meant and what he was expecting to hear, but you weren’t ready to acknowledge anything else in that moment.

“I’m sorry, too. I should’ve stopped reading your journal the second I realized that’s what it was.”

How had you found yourself standing before him? Had he moved, or had you?

“You didn’t stop me. Why?”

“Shawn…”

“Say it.”

“I- I think maybe you know why?” you muttered, blush growing darker, and lowered your eyes.

His chin started to tilt toward you. His lips parted.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

"It's not obvious?" he hummed, touching the tip of his nose to yours.

You were fighting between stepping back or falling forward. “Shawn…”

“Just tell me that it’s me.” His lips brushed yours, testing. They were soft, softer than you could have imagined.

“It’s you,” you breathed, rising to your tiptoes and winding your hands in his hair, as you’d wanted to do since the first time you met, and you brought his mouth back to yours.

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The Memories Of Our Relationship - Shawn Mendes

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Summary : You finally start moving on from your relationship with Shawn, but he decided to come at your place in the middle of the night.

Warnings : angst, sad ending, Shawn is drunk, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word Count : 1.7k

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Song inspiration : Memories by Conan Gray

The sound of your doorbell drags you out of bed. You blink your eyes quickly before rubbing them and looking at the time on your phone. You’re wondering who could be at your place at two in the morning. You sigh, annoyed before getting out of your room and walking to the door. You look through the peephole and see Shawn, a sad expression on his face and his hair wet from the rain. You hadn’t seen each other for the past two months, since your breakup. You have no idea why he’s here. You hesitate before opening to him, concerned you��re making a mistake. After debating with yourself mentally, you decide to give him a chance. After all, he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t have a good reason. As soon as you open the door, Shawn stumbles into your apartment. You roll your eyes and close behind him, already reconsidering your decision.

“What are you doing here ?” You ask him while he stays in the middle of your living room.

“I want to talk to you.” He announces before taking his wet coat off and putting it on the coat rack.

“It’s two AM, Shawn.”

“I know but I need to.” Shawn insists and you realise his voice is a bit different.

“Are you drunk ?”

“No, I just drank one glass.” He denies, but you know him.

“Look, just say what you wanna tell me quickly, I have to wake up tomorrow. I mean, in five hours.”

“I… I want us to get back together.”

When you hear his sentence, the fatigue officially leaves your body. You raise your eyebrows and you hope you misheard. You rub your temples, closing your eyes for a second. When you open them again, you can see the seriousness on his face.

“You’re the one who wanted to break up.” You retort before playing with your butterfly pendant hanging down your neck.

“I know, and I regret it.”

“It’s a bit too late now.”

He doesn’t listen to you and starts walking in your living room, looking around. His eyes are full of nostalgia while he reminisces about your relationship. You look at him from afar, not knowing what to do. His inebriated state doesn’t help you to make him aware of the situation. At one point, he stops and takes an object on your living room table. Even if you don’t see it, you know what he took. You trot toward him and remove the book from his hands.

“You still have our photo album ?” He asks with a stupid smile on his face. “I thought you’d have thrown it away by now.”

“Tonight is the first time I looked at it since our breakup, actually.”

“So you admit it, you miss what we had as well.”

“I never said that.” You affirm gripping on the book a bit harder.

“So why did you take it out after all this time ?”

“I don’t really know. I… I suppose I wanted to see if I could look at the pictures without breaking down.”, you explain and before he can smile, you quickly add, “which I can.”

Shawn doesn’t say anything, not convinced by your answer. He starts strolling around again before going to your kitchen. He pours himself a glass of water. He drinks it in one gulp, then he puts it in the dishwasher. You join him again, more and more annoyed by his behaviour. You wish he’d finally leave you alone, especially because you need to rest. You cross your arms over your chest before taking a determined tone.

“Why are you here, Shawn ?”

“I told you, I want us to get back together. I shouldn’t have let you go. I was an idiot.”

“You wanted it because of the distance and your job it was too complicated.”

“But you, you didn’t want it.” He retorts and you look away for a second. “You wanted to find a solution to make things work. And I was so sure I was right I didn’t listen to your arguments, like a moron. I should have. I don’t want to lose you. Without you, I’m nothing. Please, let me fix my stupid mistake.” He begs, trying to take your hand.

“Shawn, stop it.”, your order as you take a step back, “I’m finally moving on, I don’t need to hear you say that.”

“But deep down, you still love me.”

“Of course.”, you state as if it was obvious, “You’ll always have a special place in my heart, but it doesn’t mean we should be together again.”

“Why not ?”

“Love is not always enough. It didn’t work once, a second time wouldn’t be any better. Trust me, I haven’t stopped thinking about it for the last two months. I’ve imagined every scenario and there’s no happy ending for us. If you hadn’t broken up with me, we would have done it later. We were already falling out of love so our relationship was going to have an end, at some point.”

“We could stay friends ? I still want to be a part of your life.” He proposes with an ounce of hope and you’re trying not to give in.

“We can’t. It wouldn’t be a good thing, because we’d prevent each other from moving on with someone else. It’s better if we don’t talk anymore.” You tell him, your hands playing with your necklace.

“Y/N, please.”

“Oh my God, listen to me for once in your life !”, you lose your temper running your hand on your face, “I don’t want to. I was fine with the memories of our relationship. Of course when you left me, I was devastated and mad at you. I even thought I’d always have memories of you where I’d hate you, but then I realised you were right from the beginning. I have good memories of you, of us and you’re currently ruining everything. So stop it. You were perfect when you were just in my memories. I didn’t need to see you tonight, especially if you were gonna say that. I’ll always have affection for you, but it is over.”

Shawn simply nods with teary eyes while you breath heavily. You know you just broke his heart, but you need to protect yours. You had to be straight with him. You don’t like being the cause of his pain, but you don’t have any other choice. He doesn’t answer you, understanding it’s a lost cause. He leaves the room while you’re getting a grip on yourself. You breathe many times before finding back Shawn in your living room, asleep on your couch. Frustrated, you sigh, but decide to not wake him up. His drunkenness won’t allow you to make him get out of your house easily anyway and you don’t want him to drive and be the reason for an accident. 

You leave him a glass of water and some medicine before taking a blanket. As you put it on him, Shawn opens his eyes for a moment. He looks at you as you’re leaning in above him and his eyes find your necklace, making him smile foolishly.

“You’re still wearing it.”

You don’t have the time to open your mouth because he falls back asleep right away. You look at him one last time and go back to your bedroom. You roll over in your bed for a bit as you think back at your discussion with Shawn. You wipe some tears on your cheek before finally being able to fall back asleep.

When your alarm goes off three hours later, you’re mad at Shawn for cutting your sleep short. You struggle to get out of bed, but you force yourself to get dressed for work. When you’re ready, you go to your living room after taking a box that has been lying in your closet around the past two months. You put it next to the couch and shake Shawn. He needs a minute to surface. When he sees you, he can’t help but have a smile on his face. For him, he’s back to the beginning of your relationship, where everything was well, where you were happy together. But your neutral expression brings him back to reality. He sits down before taking the glass of water and the medicine he just saw. When he’s done, he stands up in front of you. You point at the box before speaking.

“These are your stuff. I think there is a coat, books and CDs. I wasn’t able to give them back to you before”, you inform and he stays silent, “you can take them back.” You insist.

“You weren’t joking when you were saying you wanted our relationship to stay only memories.” Shawn says laughing to hide his pain.

“If I want to move on, I don’t have any other choice. Oh, there’s that, too.” You say, removing your necklace.

“No, Y/N, you can keep it. It belongs to you and you only.”

“I know, but I feel like as long as I’ll have it, I won’t be able to grieve our love story and I don’t want to throw it away, so take it.” You clarify, handing the jewel.

“If it’s what you want.” He murmurs, taking it.

Shawn looks at the necklace, admiring the silver butterfly. Your attempt at your first kiss had been interrupted by the appearance of the insect with beautiful blue wings. You had laughed before being able to finally kiss. The butterfly had quickly become your symbol. You love this necklace. You always touch it whenever you’re feeling a negative emotion. But you can’t keep wearing it.

Shawn puts it in the box carefully. He takes the box before walking to the door. You open it for him and he starts leaving, his head down. You’re about to close the door when he turns around one last time.

“I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have come. You’re right.”, he admits before taking a deep breath, “You’ll also always have a special place in my heart. I love you.”

You wish you could say it back, but the words stay stuck in your throat because it’s not the thing to say. Deep down, you know it. So you smile at him sadly before  closing the door symbolising the end of the chapter of the story with Shawn.

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MY BABYYYY

Shawn Hunter x Fem!Reader

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Shawn regretted his decision of even remotely thinking those unpleasant thoughts about you. He continuously wished that he could go back in time and take back those words, but if it wasn’t for his intoxication, they never would have even left his mouth.

He has been sulking around, devastated that you’ve been avoiding him. Every time he would see you, he would take that opportunity to apologize, but you would instead dash off the opposite direction. You weren’t aware of the impact that you had on Shawn until last night when Cory told you

Cory explained that Shawn wouldn’t eat, sleep or do anything living with the fact he had such a demeaning fight with you. Now here you were, standing on the other side Shawn’s door with a bouquet of flowers held in yours hands. The door swings open, revealing a puffy eyed Shawn Hunter.

“Sha—“

Shawn didn’t take a second and lunged at you, engulfing you in the biggest hug you had ever experienced from him. You drop the flowers and return the firm hug, a small smile curving upon your lips as you feel his face bury into your neck. A little sob fell from his lips.

“I’m so sorry,” he cried softly. “I never should have said those terrible things to you.”

“It’s okay Shawn,” you reassure, gently rubbing his back. “I forgive you.”

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Treat You Better || Steve Harrington

Summary: Request - Steve Harrington x Reader based on Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes😩 I used to LOVE that song when i was younger, and now it just reminds me of my boy stevee💙

A/N: Loved writing these even though men suck (sometimes!!). Thank you for the request @marennnx. This is a 3x1 - or the three times your boyfriend treated you like crap and the one time he did something about it!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.7k +

T/W: Dismissive boyfriend, absent boyfriend, gaslighting

Steve Harrington had been a constant in your life as you grew up in the small town of Hawkins. You’d moved in next to the Harrington’s when you were just six and became fast friends with the neighbor boy, Steve. The two of you became fast friends as there was no other six- or seven-years old’s in the neighborhood close to you. You’d quite literally been there for each and every single first for the other. You’d learned and grew through life with Steve right by your side.

For the first time in your lives things got a little strained when he started dating Nancy. Not that you didn’t like her, she was lovely. It’s that Steve did that stereotypical thing and kind of forgot about you for a while. Tired of being bored around your house you too started going out and doing things with your other friends. It was fun, you enjoyed yourself. You still wished you were doing it all with Steve though.

Then you met Derek. You’d seen him around Hawkins High but never actually met. Not until the summer Steve had ditched you. That was almost a year ago now. Steve and Nancy had long since broken up. You and Derek were still hanging on, albeit by a thread, as all of you were heading into your junior year. It dawned on you that you were going to have to start looking at school soon if you really wanted to get the hell out of Hawkins like you and Steve always talked about.

Things never really got back to normal between you and Steve after it was all settled. The two of you talked and hung out more but you attention usually went towards trying to save the failing relationship between you and Derek. You were truly miserable, but you didn’t let a soul know, not even you mom who you usually told everything. It was almost embarrassing admitting it at this point with how much you’d been faking your happiness. Derek also didn’t like you hanging around with Steve. He was jealous of course so you tried to keep it to a minimum or as hush hush as you could.

That was how you got to the semi-awkward place between you and your best friend. The two of you stealing longing glances but neither having the courage to broach the growing tension between the two of you.

The Bonfire

It was the Friday before school started the next Monday. You’d arrived with Derek, pulling him along to find some seats. It was the annual class tradition since you’d been in eighth grade to have a class wide bonfire before school actually began again. You, of course, had to drag your reluctant boyfriend along with you to the event. That should’ve given you the wherewithal to understand where his attitude would be for the night.

But you ignored it as best as you could. Press on and have fun. Don’t let the stupid boy ruin your fun night. You knew you were pushing it when you found some seats next to Steve. When you stopped in front of him your boyfriend groaned in annoyance. Ignoring him you turned to Steve, “These seats taken?”

He shook his head quickly with a small smile on his face. It wasn’t usual for you to come around let alone with your shit head of a boyfriend in tow. He was missing you more than you even knew. He knew he messed up by nearly dropping you for Nancy completely a year ago. This was his karma, and he was taking it.

He shook his head, “Nope.”

“Come on babe, let’s go get some drinks.” He tried tugging at your hand this time, but you just shook your head instead.

“I’m going to stay here and catch up with Steve. I’ll take a drink though when you make it back over.” You gave him a sweet smile though you knew it was no use. He was already pissed, and you surely pissed him off even further by not doing what he wanted. Steve just looked between the two of you before he grumbled something incoherent and walked off.

“He’s a real charmer, that one is.” Steve knew he probably shouldn’t have said that, but he was growing tired of your boyfriends attitude. He didn’t understand how you could put up with it. You were such a light, happy

You gave your friend a soft smile, “He just didn’t feel like coming out tonight. Cut him some slack.” You knew Steve was at his wits end with him. Your family was too. Nobody seemed to like him but you. And you didn’t even really like him all that well. The solution seemed all too clear, but you still didn’t want to give it up just yet. Derek was your first real relationship. The first guy you said ‘I love you’ too even if he wasn’t the first guy you loved.

“You cut him a lot of that, Y/N.” He spoke freely seeing that Derek was still far away at the drinks table. Even though you asked for a drink you had a feeling he wouldn’t make you one. He’d forget or just not do it as some sort of punishment. That wasn’t love. That was manipulation. You felt that all too familiar sinking feeling growing in your stomach as you thought about your situation.

You looked down feeling the weight of his eyes on you, “I know.

He waited a moment seeing the despondent look on your face, “Hey,” He waited to continue until you looked back up to him. When you finally found the courage he continued, “You just deserve so much more than that. Somebody who wants to be with you…”

You shook your head stopping him, “That person doesn’t exist here. So, I’ll just enjoy what I can. Alright?” Your voice snapped at his ever so slightly telling him you were done talking about it.

He knew he shouldn’t have pressed, but you were his very best friend. He cared for you. Wanted the best for you. Loved you so dearly. He hated to see you treated less than how you deserved, “That’s just not true Y/N.”

“Steve.” Your eyes told him to drop it. There was a reason you didn’t tell or show your friends or family about that side of him. It made it pretty obvious how shitty he actually was.

He gave you a quick nod before leaning back in his seat, “Just think about it. Please?” There was a pleading look in his eyes that made you nod in agreement.

“Yeah, I will.”

He stood up from his seat seeing your boyfriend walk back without a drink for you, “I’ll see you around. Remember what I said.” He gave your boyfriend a sharp look before heading to the drink table deciding to get you a drink since your boyfriend had no interest. Steve decided he would show you that somebody did in fact want to treat you right.

The Football Game

You’d messed up and forgot to swap your light jacket for your heavier coat before heading out for the game. It was fine at first, but the temperature was dropping quick. As soon as the sun set behind the bleachers and the Hawking High football game started you began shivering. You tried cozying up to your boyfriend who was none the wiser of your chilly predicament. But he just shrugged you off.

“Babe.” You whined feeling another shiver ripple down your spine. It was getting cold, cold and you were not prepared.

“Shh, Y/N. I told you not to interrupt when they’re playing. I’ve got to watch Josh.” He grumbled pushing you off him. His brother, Josh, was the star wide receiver of the team and he had to watch everything live to report back to his brother. It made you roll your eyes week in and week out. Derek wasn’t good enough to play varsity, but his older brother was. You’d found it a little weird how much he lived through his older brother when it came to football.

Your mouth clamored back and forth, “But I’m cold Der.” It came out whinier than you intended which surely irritated the man further. How dare you inconvenience him when he needed to pay attention.

He sighed, “I told you to put a coat on. Go get a hot chocolate or something.” He didn’t take his eyes off the game and his voice was audibly annoyed with your presence.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes in return before heading off to the concession stands. Walking was good. It got your blood flowing. You needed to move to warm up anyway. It’s not like Derek would even throw and arm around you to warm you up.

You were so focused on walking to get your blood flowing you hadn’t even seen that you zoomed right past Steve who decided to follow you out of curiosity. When he saw you shivering and rubbing your hands back and forth to get some heat to them he had enough, “What are you doing out here in just a jacket?” He shrugged off his overly warm coat and handed it to you.

You shook your head in a hurry, “You’ll get cold Steve.”

“I’m fine. You’re not. Take the damn coat.” He shoved it further into your hands not giving you another chance to argue. When you slipped it on the audible sigh that left your mouth made him crack a small smile even though he was awfully worried about you being out in nearly freezing temperatures with a jacket made for the fall.

“Thank you.” You nodded up to him, “I forgot my coat. Derek told me to get a hot chocolate to warm up.” You laughed it off knowing how bad it sounded. Because it was bad. He was terrible. Derek might not have even liked you. Why were you even with him at this point?

Steve’s smile downturned at your comment. He’d made it quite evident how much he didn’t enjoy your boyfriend or his presence, “Some boyfriend he is.” He grumbled knowing it was likely going to set you off. You’d been more than defensive about your relationship. You’d always been like this, but it broke him seeing you so seemingly stuck in a loop. You wanted everything to look perfect, but it wasn’t. But you couldn’t admit it because then you’d have to admit it wasn’t perfect. A loop that he couldn’t pull you out of.

“Steve.” You sighed but knew it was a lost cause, especially because you were wrapped up in his coat. You couldn’t really defend the guy that much anymore. It felt so insulting because the entire relationship seemingly fell apart so quickly, right under your nose. Things were fun in the beginning. The two of you got along well and laughed at a lot of different things. But then it turned sour a few months ago, right after Nancy and Steve broke up. It’s not like anything changed for you. But apparently it did for him. It’s like he was pushing you right into Steve’s arms and you were pretty sure you’d be just fine with that.

He put his hands up in defense, “You know what I’m going to tell you.”

You sighed, “I know. I’m thinking about it. I promise.”

He nodded, “Keep the coat tonight. Drop it off whenever. Take care of yourself okay? Anytime you want to talk I’m all ears. I miss you.”

The floor was suddenly far more interesting than his face. You felt bad that you had in fact been avoiding him like he had you early on in his relationship, “Yeah, I miss you too. I’ll stop by more often. Promise.”

He grinned seeing you look back up to him, “That’s two promises I’m going to hold you too.”

You laughed for the first time that night. Curious it came at the mouth of Steve rather than your boyfriend. Your heart tugged as the two of you joked around like old times without your know-it-all boyfriend there to ruin the moment. You knew the relationship with Derek was doomed when you wanted to follow Steve back to his seat rather than head back to your boyfriend. But you had appearances to keep up. So back to Derek you walked.

Biology Class

“Alright class settle down. Today is the day you’ve all been waiting for. We’ll be dissecting pig hearts!” Your overenthusiastic Biology teacher stood in front of the curious junior class who had a big mix of emotions. Some were thrilled, that was Derek sitting next to you and Steve a row in front of you with his lab partner. Some were not so thrilled, you.

When the teacher set the heart down in front of you, you let out a big breath moving your chair away. Derek just started laughing like a little kid seeing your reaction to the dead pigs heart in front of you. Shooting him daggers you simply covered your mouth and nose with your hand trying your best not to throw up all over the desk in front of you.

When Derek started cutting you thought you might actually puke. The smell alone was starting to send you over the edge, “I don’t think I can do this.” You mumbled scooting even further away. Taking a quick peak around the room you were surprised almost everyone seemed just fine. Seemingly you only had the weak stomach in this class. You didn’t notice Steve’s eyes watching you with caution. He knew you well and knew this would be a unique kind of challenge for you.

“Ahh, grow up would you Y/N?” Derek rolled his eyes before returning to cut away, “Just plug your nose up if it’s that big of a deal.”

You huffed in annoyance at his complete lack of care, “I’m already doing that Derek.” It was sharper than you intended which of course set him off.

“You’re being a baby about it. Grow up.” He snapped back full out ignoring the look on your face. It was becoming harder and harder to fake your happiness. Especially when he treated you like you were nothing but a nuisance to him. Did he even like you? Why did he want to spend time with you if all he did was get annoyed with you? When was the last time you’d genuinely been happy with him? It’d been months. Months since the last time you giggled with him or smiled from a conversation.

You stood from you seat, “I’m getting some air.”

He just continued on, “Suit yourself.”

You stood quickly before letting the teacher know you needed to get some water. You walked to the water fountain down the hall trying your best not to break down right then and there. How did all this happen? How could you have let it all happen so quickly? When did he start to dip out on the relationship? Why wouldn’t he just breakup with you if he was this unhappy?

“Hey,” Steve’s sweet voice pulled you back into the present, “You okay?”

You nodded quickly trying your best to come off as cool as possible, “Yeah, was thirsty.”

He smiled, “It’s just me. You don’t have to lie.”

A frown formed from that. It was just Steve. Why did this all feel so weird and awkward and so far out of your control all the sudden? All you wanted to do was scream and beat on the wall in frustration of how you felt at the state of your life. But you knew better than that. Especially at school.

“I couldn’t take the smell.” You admitted to the boy who cared more to check up on you than the one who supposedly loved you sitting in the classroom. The more you thought of it the more Steve seemed to be the one who cared for you. And you knew he did. But with all that he had done for you and the lack thereof what Derek had made you realize how backwards it all was. You were meant to be with Steve not Derek. Steve cared. Steve loved you. Steve wanted you and put in the effort to be with you. And for some reason you still called Derek your boyfriend.

He grinned, “I knew it. I thought you looked squirrely in there.”

“You were watching?” You asked curiously.

“I’m always watching you.” His grin dropped as he realized how creepy that had sounded, “In a not weird way I promise!”

You laughed at his attempted recovery, “Thanks for checking in Steve.”

“I’m just keeping true to my promises. Speaking of which. How are yours coming along?” His smile grew into a smirk as he knew you were stalling. But that was his job as your best friend to keep pushing. That and he loved you. So, he’d decided it was his time to be selfish. He knew he could treat you better. So much better than that shit head you called a boyfriend.

“I’ve thought about what you said.”

You answer surprised him, “You have? And?”

“You’ll see. Soon.” You gave him a quick nod and smile before leading the two of you back to class. As much as Steve wanted to decipher that with you he knew better than to push too hard. That was more than you’d ever given him, so he was rolling with it for now.

After School The Next Day

You sat down on the bench in front of the High School in utter defeat. He had forgotten you. This truly was the last straw. Derek had promised he’d take you home knowing your car was in the shop this week and he forgot you. Steve was right. He didn’t give a rats ass about you. He only cared about himself. He only cared about you when it was convenient for himself. How had things unraveled so quickly? You couldn’t keep up this charade anymore. Not when he was up and leaving you places now.

When you heard the soft honk of the car in front of you your heart dropped seeing Steve’s car idling there. Fuck. Why him? He’d seen first-hand how shitty Derek had been treating you these last few weeks and this might actually set him off. Slowly, you walked over to his car. You slid into the front seat not daring to look at him. You just knew he was giving you that disappointed Steve look that only came to his face when Derek did something that should have been a red flag for you.

“You alright?” He asked after a moment of silence.

Closing your eyes you leaned back into the seat, “You’re right.”

“What about?” Steve asked as he pulled out of the school parking lot.

“About Derek. The whole thing. I deserve more.” A tear slipped out as you said it out loud for the first time. Sure, you’d thought about it in your head, but it was different spoken out and for Steve to hang onto.

He pulled over onto the side of the road, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m so glad you’ve realized it. He hadn’t been treating you well.” Steve hesitantly reached out and brushed away the stray tear which brought on an entirely new set of waterworks from his lighter than a feather touch.

He let you cry it out in the passenger’s seat of his car not uttering a word until he thought you could actually hear him, “I’m here for you. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He didn’t know his words only made you cry even further for you were mourning a relationship you never had. One where you thought you were in love, but it was just stupid teenage hormones. The one you loved was sitting right here comforting you beyond your wildest imagination.

You hiccupped after a moment of you unexpected breakdown. A wave of embarrassment washed over you as you realized how you had quite literally cried like a baby in front of Steve, “I’m so sorry Stevie.” You whispered breaking out the nickname only he let you use.

“Don’t apologize sweetheart.” He’d never called you that before. Shoot, he’d never really looked at you like this before. He looked at you like how you felt about him. Like he loved you.

“I didn’t mean too… I didn’t…”

He shook his head before pushing up the arm rest separating the two of you. He maneuvered his legs so you could slide over, “Shh, come here. It’s okay. I promise you that. I don’t break my promises, remember?”

You nodded before launching yourself into your best friend arms. You let him wrap you right on up as the car idled with the two of you suctioned together. He squeezed as he held you letting you know that he had no plans or intentions of letting you walk away again.

“Y/N?” He asked after minutes of the two of you just wrapped in the others embrace.

“Yeah?”

He took another second before letting out a long breath, “You remember how I said that somebody wants to treat you better? Somebody out there wants to be that person for you?” He asked with an unusual shakiness in his voice. Uncommon for the usually so confident Steve Harrington.

You hummed just enjoying being wrapped up in his arms. This didn’t happen that often anymore no matter how much you wanted to. You were with Derek. You couldn’t do that. But now? All bets were off, “Yeah, thank you for that.”

He nodded, “I can be that person. I can treat you better. If you’d let me that is.”

You sucked in a breath at his words, “You can?” Was this really happening?

“I can.”

You turned your eyes up to his with a bigger than life smile, “Okay.”

His scared eyes turned hopeful at the simplest of statements, “Okay?”

A quick nod before you turned your head into his chest, “Let’s do it. I love you already so?”

“You do?” His hopeful eyes turned from that of hope to shock right back to those lovey dovey ones he had on you days prior.

“I do.” You grinned feeling better than you had in a long time admitting that to him so freely. It shouldn’t be hard. This was about to be the best thing that you could’ve done for yourself. Who would’ve thought two crappy relationships was all the two of you needed to finally open your eyes to what was right in front of you.

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Awkward Smiles and a Kiss | Nanami Kento

Warning - none! | masterlist

Nanami Kento x female! Reader

Summary - i need a date with Nanami Kento :'(

You weren't used to this.

A gentleman that Nanami Kento was.

You were used to boys not men. And Kento was a man. From the flowers he gifted you in front of the restaurant, to pulling your chair for you, and letting you order whatever you want without making you feel guilty about it.

You came to this blind date thinking it would just end in a hook up but the man hadn't had any such intentions. He was kind, sweet and patient. His tone is respectful and his voice deep. His eyes focused on you, and the conversations flowed smoothly.

You didn't have similar interests as him. While he liked non fiction, you liked your fictions. He liked the classics, you liked your pop culture way more. He was proper and you were chaotic. While his smile was confident and reassuring, yours was hesitant and awkward.

You were like a fish out of water. Convinced that you won't be getting a second date because there's no way you can be what this man is looking for. By the end of the date, he even offered to take you back home. An offer you gladly accepted.

The car ride was filled with the music from the radio. A classic he seemed to like but made you feel like it made your ears bleed.

His free hand went to press the buttons of the radio, changing the channels until a familiar pop song came on. Summer of love by Shawn Mendes.

— it was the summer of love

A delicate daydream

And for a couple of months

It felt like we were eighteen —

The music helps you relax into the seat. You face him. "You didn't have to change," you said. "I wanted to," he replied, his voice soft, mixing in with the chorus of the song. You chuckled, "But you don't even like this." He shrugs, "It doesn't matter much, you seem to like it and I am sure by the next date we can listen to a few classics then… only if you want to."

"Second date?" You asked, a bit surprised. Your heart skipped a beat. "I apologize for assuming but I would love a second date with you," he said, his gaze turning to you instead of the street for a mini second. "I would like that too," you said, your tone softer than before.

You don't see it but Kento smiles a bit from the confirmation.

You were standing in front of your door right now, holding the rose bouquet that he gave you. A part of you wanted to kiss him, another part wondered that you shouldn't. He wasn't like anyone you dated before. What if he took it the wrong way?

Before he entered the car though, you decided to stop him. "Kento," you said, getting near his space. "Yes?" he questioned, looking a bit confused.

"Is there something wrong-"

You pressed your lips on his cheek, before he could finish the sentence. He was so tall that you were glad that you wore heels. You pull back, smiling when you notice a light blush on his skin.

"Just wanted to give a proper thanks for the flowers," you said, walking back to your door and waving him goodbye.

You let out a sigh after you enter the house.

You'll make sure to take it slow with this man.

You'll make sure that this works out because you were already in love with Nanami Kento.

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HOW DOLLS SHOULD BE TREATED

Shawn Michaels x Reader

Kind Of A Song Fic If You Squint?

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

DESC: Shawn helps the reader out when she can’t record to moans for his song as well as he knows she can

Female Reader [She/Her]

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI//Slight Choking//Implied Possessive Behaviour//Age Gap//Not Proof Read

RED >> Song lyrics

A/N >> NOT GREAT BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY

TAGS: @dilfs-4life

Enjoy!

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Y/n couldn’t believe her luck, she had grown up both watching and loving wrestling. Y/n was a semi-successful vocalist who was mostly well known for her work with the wwe; remastering a great deal of wrestler's theme songs with a contemporary twist

Y/n was having an uneventful day, it was her first day off work in a while, although it was uneventful she appreciated being able to rest after a busy few weeks. However this rest did not last long, y/n’s phone mockingly lit up with an email notification causing y/n to sigh as she realised it was from no other than the head of the creative team at the wwe; y/n's boss.

‘Hey y/n,

I’m writing to inform you we are remastering a song for a wrestler’s return [who cannot be revealed as of yet as his return has not been released to the public] and he has requested you by name to work on the song. Your vocals will only be backing vocals compared to your usual main track vocals so please come to my office before the end of the day in order to discuss if you’d want the role and what it would entail both job and pay wise.

-the wwe creative team.’

Y/n stares at her phone in disbelief, not only was a big time wrestler returning, causing her to become excited as a long time fan of the sport, but they paid enough attention to her work that they wanted her out of everyone to work on their song? Although she was determined to enjoy her day off, y/n practically jumped out of her seat and began getting ready to go into work, even if she didn’t want the job there was no harm in turning up and hearing them out right? Worst case scenario she doesn’t take the job but finds out which wrestler is returning to the sport.

Once y/n makes her way into work her boss spotted her and pulled her into their office and invited her to sit down and began explaining what they had already said in the email but they began sensing the idea of disinterest towards the job from y/n which is confirmed when she began speaking.

‘I’ll be straight with you boss' she begins ‘in not sure this job is right for me, I’ve only just gotten time off and I want to take advantage of tha-‘ but her boss cuts her off with a devilish smile.

'Before you say no to the job’ they say picking up the phone and telling somebody on the line to ‘send him in’ ‘at least hear the man out who so desperately wanted you for the job.’

Y/n’s mind began to race theorising who could be coming in, could it be a beloved wrestler from the attitude era like Steve Austin, wanting to have a final run, wanting to add vocals to his song to appeal to fans or could it be a more modern wrestler who had been out due to injury for a while like CM Punk, finally ready for his return?

It was while she was theorising as to which wrestler it could possibly be that none other than Shawn Michaels, The Heartbreak Kid, entered the room and sat down in the chair opposite y/n. Once y/n locked eyes with Shawn her eyes widened as she was flooded with emotions; starstruck didn’t even begin to cover it.

Shawn cleared his throat, pulling y/n out of her trance; ‘it’s great to finally meet you y/n’ he says smiling warmly, ‘I was really looking forward working with you, I was thinking we could go into the recording room and have a practice run.’ Y/n began to protest as a wave of unexpected anxiety washed over her being face to face with a wrestler she grew up watching, she grew up fantasising about- ‘y/n?’ Shawn questioned, causing y/n to blush softly.

Y/n took a deep breath to compose herself and smiled at the man across from her, ‘ok, sure, we can have a test run but I’m not promising anything’ she says in an anxious yet teasing manner as both herself and Shawn made their way to the recording room after promising the creative director they will both be back in the office within the hour with y/n's answer about whether or not she is going to take the job.

Shawn closed the soundproof door of the recording room gently behind the two of them and motioned for the younger woman to sit down in one of the many chairs in the room. As y/n took her seat Shawn began pacing a small area of the room as he spoke; not before apologising to y/n for his pacing, claiming 'moving around helps me get my words out properly' he pauses for a second, 'I'm not too good with articulation you see' he says with a chuckle to mask his insecurity. Y/n assured him that he didn't need to apologise, causing a sense of relief to wash over Shawn as he continued speaking.

As he continued speaking y/n's mind began to wander as Shawn spoke; her heart began to race as the realisation set in, as she realised exactly what parts of the song she would be running through for Shawn to judge if she's the 'right fit' for the job. As Shawn noticed the woman growing increasingly more nervous he placed his large, rugged hand on the woman's lap, gently grazing his thumb over her leg, bringing y/n's focus back to the conversation before he continued vocalising his idea.

'The lovely creative director back in there has informed me that you're familiar with my song, so I was thinking we run through it as it is then if the stars align for me and you want to work on the rewrite we can go from there' he says almost excitedly.

'Sounds good' y/n replied sheepishly with as she went onto one of the computers in the recording room to prepare a backing track as the computers had all of the wrestling backing tracks saved onto them for the creative team when necessary. While she was preparing the track Shawn also requested that y/n also recorded the process of them practicing the vocals so they could listen back to it and see if either of the two have any improvements or changes in min; Y/n hums in agreement and pulls up a recording software.

Once each piece of software was in place and the recording had begun Shawn gave y/n a nod to begin, the young woman took a deep breath and closed her eyes thinking if she couldn't see Shawn she'd be less embarrassed and in turn be able to perform better.

'Oh.. Oh.. Shawn' Y/n attempted to moan out like the original version of the man's song but she was barely able to mutter the words, let alone confidently moan them how she needed to. 'Great' y/n thought to herself, not only was she completely ruining her chance at the job but more so she was embarrassing herself in front of Shawn Michaels of all people, she was expecting to open her eyes to find Shawn laughing at her pathetic attempt to mimic his iconic song. However to y/n's surprise when she opened her eyes she was greeted by the older man's eyes filled with patience, there wasn't an ounce of mockery in the man's eyes.

'I'm sorry' y/n began, but before she could continue Shawn cut her off, almost parroting back the words she said to him before 'you don't need to apologise sweetheart' he reassured her in a low register 'why don't you give it another go, imagine you're going at it with your dream man' he teased making y/n flustered. Y/n jokingly nodded and agreed to try again with Shawn's 'expert advice' in mind.

Y/n closed her eyes once again and despite her best efforts to not imagine Shawn, trying her hardest to fantasise about anything other than the older man making her a quivering shaking mess using nothing but his fingers- y/n gulped at the idea, feeling herself grow increasingly wet merely at the thought.

Biting her lip, y/n completely missed her cue, only realising once Shawn asked her through a smirk 'is there something on your mind doll?' causing y/n to to immediately begin apologising and attempting to explain away her making a complete fool of herself before Shawn stood up and stepped closer to the seated woman, towering over her.

'I think my suggestion worked a little too well sweetheart' he jokes 'who are you thinking of in that mind of yours? A little boyfriend?' He questions, emphasising the 'boy', seemingly mocking the age of anybody y/n could possibly be dating.

'I don't have 'a little boyfriend' actually' y/n replies, causing one of Shawn's eyebrow to raise in a curious manner at the woman; without missing a beat, Shawn questions back in a curious tone 'who was making your mind wander so much you missed your cue then?' Seeing the woman's doe-like eyes widen as if starving for light as she assures Shawn it was 'no one in particular' was all the conformation Shawn needed, he's been around enough women to know when one was enamoured with him.

Craning his neck downwards so his face was inches from the woman's, Shawn asks in a seductive whisper 'do you trust me doll?' To which y/n responded with a simple nod. With that, Shawn moved over to the woman's ear and instructed her to press record on the computer as he nipped as the skin on her neck teasingly, causing y/n to let out a desperate whine.

Shawn swiftly moved from the woman's neck, not wanting to leave any visible marks on the woman, Shawn liked to see himself as a gentleman and didn't want people seeing the young woman leaving the room covered in markings, people can be cruel and Shawn has the rest of his life to mark the woman's pretty little neck, this what he was doing now was simply business.

Shawn made sure he let his hands graze down y/n's body as he gracefully falls to his knees, once on his knees he effortless pulled the woman's loose fitting jeans down to her ankles exposing her panties, already soaked from the way Shawn had been lightly touching her. Shawn's eyes grew lustful with hunger at the sight. With an uncharacteristically demanding tone Shawn began speaking to the woman; 'be a good doll and make sure you’re practicing your vocals’ he demanded as he softly pulled the woman’s cotton panties aside, the softness of the fabric had nothing on the softness of y/n’s skin as Shawn firmly gripped onto the woman’s thighs, spreading them to the side to gain better access to the heat between the woman’s legs.

With a cockiness to him Shawn dramatically allowed his tongue to fall out of his mouth, practically gasping for y/n like a dehydrated dog, Shawn took his tongue and painfully slowly glided it over the heat between y/n’s legs until he found himself at her clit. He hovered over the aching ball of nerves, his hit breathe being the only sensation pulsing through y/n causing her to desperately push her hips upwards in an attempt to bring her clit and Shawn’s mouth into contact.

‘Tut-Tut-Tut’ Shawn mocks ‘you’re so desperate for Shawn to make you feel good aren’t you darling' he continues as he uses his fingers to open y/n's folds, revealing her wet hole, desperately pulsating at the thought of being filled. With his free hand Shawn gently pries the young woman's plump untouched lips open and slid two fingers into her mouth and just like it was second nature y/n began to coyly suck on his long, thick digits.

Shawn’s eyes glaze over at the sight of the young woman enveloping his fingers in her mouth so easily; ‘now how about we see if you’re this good at swallowing my fingers elsewhere hmm?’ Shawn states as he pulls his fingers from y/n’s mouth still connected by a string of saliva. With ease Shawn slides his fingers coated in y/n’s spit into the gasping hole between her legs, walls immediately clamping down on him in fear of the empty feeling it’ll be left with if Shawn dares removes his fingers from y/n. Once y/n had adjusted to the feeling of Shawn’s fingers beautifully stretching her in a delicate way which she had never experienced before Shawn began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of y/n, in his mind claiming her as his own.

As y/n let out a soft moan Shawn snakes his hand around her throat and applied soft pressure, not enough to hurt her but enough to get her attention, in a smug and condescending tone Shawn utters ‘I don’t hear you practicing those vocals darlin’ I bet you can do so good for ol’ Shawn if you try.’ This praise was enough to have y/n melting into his touch, eager to please the man who had her falling apart in his hands.

Once again y/n attempts the dreaded vocals, but as she opens her mouth Shawn’s fingers pick up their pace, causing unimaginable waves of pleasure to course through the woman; 'Oh.. Oh.. Shawn' she practically screams as Shawn praises her efforts ‘good girl, you’re doing so well for me.’

Although Shawn had all the vocal samples he needed he continued pumping his fingers in and out of the woman until he felt her walls clamp down on him, until the woman’s delicate hands gripped at his forearm; with a smirk Shawn removed his fingers become y/n reached her climax, completely playing into the persona which his song encompasses he stands up and almost cockily says ‘hands off the merchandise’ expecting a laugh or at least a smile from his y/n, however upon seeing her pouting at him for denying her of her first real orgasm; that being an orgasm from a man who knew exactly how to send a woman over the edge, Shawn grinned and whispered into her ear; ‘don’t get short with me darlin' if we get through this meeting with the creative director then I want to take you back to my place and show you what all the fuss about the heartbreak kid really is’ he teasingly nibbled on her ear and continued ‘what kind of a gentleman would I be if I let a doll like you climax in an office hmm? Let me show you how dolls should be treated.’

Y/n blushed, unaccustomed to this kind of treatment, in response Shawn grabbed her hand, helped her back into her pants and led her back to the creative director to tell them that y/n had agreed to take the job after all.

Shawn wouldn’t admit this to anybody but his heart welled with excitement through the entire meeting fantasising about showing y/n what a real man can do, he was excited to have her desperately pleading for him because he’s the only man that can make her feel good, but more than anything he was excited to make her his, after all, who better to look after such a sweet little doll than the wrestler whose gimmick was love?

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A/N >> Would anyone want a part 2 to this fic? Drop suggestions/requests if you have any

[annisassintchaska]

The Unknown Hamilton: Lewis Hamilton x Daughter!Reader

Y/n Hamilton is 16 years old and has never known her father. She grew up in the foster care system after her mother gave her up for adoption, wanting to cover her tracks before actually getting with her dad. Explaining this is that Nicole Scherzinger had met Lewis at a club where they had some type of quickie in the bathroom and never saw each other again until the two years after, which gave her time to give birth and come back, when they officially started dating.

Lewis Hamilton is a very busy man as known, he doesn't get much time for himself due to his work in Formula 1 and his side jobs, including The Hamilton Commision. He and Nicole had dated for 8 whole years, yet even after they had split, he is still unaware of the fact that he is a father (leaving him to the mindset that he would wait until retirement to START having kids).

Today is race day as the drivers are in their cars, speeding at over 200 km/p/h fighting for the pole positions. Toto and the team were focus on the race, when one of the mechanics came running in. "Boss, there's a girl outside that needs to speak with you." the man said as he tried to catch his breath. "She provided these papers that says her name is Y/n Hamilton. her mom is Nicole Scherzinger, and her dad is Lewis Hamilton. It's her birth paper." He explained as the team looked at him in wonder. "Bring her in, Shawn" Toto ordered and returned his attention to the monitor. A few minutes later, Shawn returned with a bloodied, bruised and scared girl who cowered under the gaze of the adults around her. "Hey sweetheart, no need to be scared. We won't harm you." Angela reassured the girl as she led her to sit down onto the coach.

Due to her injuries, the medic drew some blood from Y/n while patching her up as her wounds didn't need a trip to ER. The blood that was taken, was used for testing as they performed a DNA test in the laboratory that came back to be a 99.9% paternity match with Lewis. The results shocked everyone on the team as they didn't know what to do with the news. The race eventually finished, and Lewis made his way pass everyone, even though they tried to stop him, towards his driver's room and was shocked when he walked in on a female sleeping on his bed. Out of respect he closed the door and walked back out. "Someone's daughter is sleeping in my room, do any of you about this?" Lewis asked as everyone went silent. Since no one answered, he just went off with Angela to complete his media duties which is a post-race press conference.

"So Lewis, I know that you have been busy with the race today, but my question will be very off topic. While walking past the Mercedes garage today I heard your team talking about your 'daughter' and I would like to ask if you're willing to explain?" The journalist asked, leaving Lewis confused as he looked around. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Everyone knows that I don't have a child of my own. If you're speaking of my niece, then she's not here today" he replied as the woman shook her head. "Your team seemed to have not informed you. A teenage girl showed up to the track today completely covered in cuts and bruises as Mercedes took her in. They took the documents that she had and went through them as it stated that you are her father and your ex, Nicole Scherzinger, is her mother. A DNA test was processed, and it came back positive." the woman explained causing an uproar of surprise from everyone as their couldn't believe their ears.

The rest of the interview went by in a blur for Lewis as he kept quiet, giving one worded answers until the end, making his way back to the hospitality. "Toto, why didn't you tell me? Is the girl sleeping in my driver's room my daughter?" Lewis asked as he tried to keep his anxiety at bay. "Yes Lewis. She came to us earlier and Angela and Susie managed to put her to sleep. She was so scared and didn't trust anyone but them. They showed her pictures of you and told stories so hopefully when you go back in there, she'll allow you to sit close to her at least." Toto reassured, giving his driver a comforting hug before he left.

With shaky steps and a racing pulse, Lewis walked back down to his driver's room, taking a deep breath before knocking and entering. Upon his entry, he found his daughter looking at some of his family pictures, in tears at the fact that she doesn't know them. He slowly made his way to sit next to her before slowly bringing her into a hug, both of them now sobbing uncontrollably. "Hi dad, I'm sorry to interrupt your work. It's just that mom gave up her rights to me. When I took the train to her house last week, she cursed and turned me away and I had nowhere else to go after running away from the orphanage. They treated me so bad; they almost killed me!" Y/n cried into her father's chest as he comforted her, his own tears now silently falling. 'Don't worry my sweet girl, I'll make sure that no one hurts you anymore. You won't have a mom, but I'll make sure to do my best to take care of you" Lewis calmly declared as they rocked back and forth in each other's embrace.

Overtime, Y/n was spotted in the paddock once or twice as Lewis kept her interaction with the media to a minimum. Lewis enrolled Y/n into a new school as his parents were looking after her while he raced. Overall, Lewis and Y/n's lives life changed significantly for the better as they both now felt fully completed and supported endlessly.

[mendesblurb]

Happy Canada Day Rai!

May I request a blurb where reader x shawn watch the sunrise together ♥️

Sunrise

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~275

Warning ⚠️: fluff,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: I didn’t really edit this, I’m so sorry anon, it took me forever to finish this too and also sorry that it’s short 🥺

You sat down on the cozy blanket as Shawn sat behind you with his arms and legs draped around you, holding you close,” It’s nice here,” He sighed, shaping the words against your skin, and his breath felt hot on your neck.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, cradling yourself more to him.

Together you enjoy the sight of the sun rising as it casts an orange reflection on the water. At the same time, Shawn would occasionally nuzzle his head against your neck and gently kiss along the exposed skin in his reach while trailing along the backside of your ear and leaning down to your shoulder to drag his lips along it gently.

This time you and Shawn were very determined to actually watch the sunrise and not fall asleep like the last time.

You let yourself soak in his kisses and the beauty around you for a moment longer, just watching as the light painted the sky a brand new color before turning to him, “I have a wild idea.”

He sighed, already knowing what you mean and starts shaking his head at the thought of it, “Oh no,no, No!”

“Cmon...,Please!” You pleaded as you stood up, choosing to still slip your dress straps off your shoulders and letting them slide down and pool around your ankles.

“Y/N...” He muttered, looking around him to see if anyone was nearby.

“Baby, relax; we’re in the middle of nowhere,” You drag him closer to the water, “No one will see us,” You grin widely again before silencing his further protests with a kiss on his lips, “I promise that.”

Shawn let himself melt into the kiss before agreeing to strip out of his clothes and join you for a swim.

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Story Code: 06122345

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The Coffee is Not the Murder Weapon

Pairing: Shawn Spencer x Plus!size!reader Characters: Plus!size!reader (aka Beans), Shawn Spencer, Burton “Gus” Guster, Carlton Lassiter, Juliet “Jules” O’Hara, Woody, Greg (the murderer), Buzz McNab (briefly mentioned) Warnings: Mentions of guns and bullets, violence, this man Greg is crazy, coffee shops should not be a place for murder plots, Woody being “prepared”, okay plot but stay for the fluff, friends to lovers, my love for writing for these peps returns Word Count: 2,466

A/N: Bad plot but I tried, and it didn’t turn out completely horrible so yay. Yes, I’m giving myself a pat on the back, don’t judge me :p

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“Push on the gas, Lassie or else someone is going to get hurt and it’s not gonna be me,” Shawn says, his voice elevated as he thinks about what could happen. 

“What’re you talking about, Spencer?” 

“Shawn, calm down and tell us what’s going on,” Juliet tried to reason with him. 

“No! I can’t- I- you just gave to trust me on this.” 

“If you want us to trust you, you have to explain what’s going on. Do you feel something?” 

“Oh my god,” Gus says, after Shawn hands him the phone. “Floor it, Lassiter!” 

“Why?!” 

Shawn rubs his hands across his face. “The barista did it. We were wrong about the manager being poisoned.” 

Juliet furrows her brows, trying to make sense of the words flying out of the psychic’s mouth. “But Woody said-” 

“He-” 

“He’s calling me,” Gus announces, showing his friend the phone. 

Shawn quickly snatches it out of his buddy’s hand, answering it. 

“Shawn, you’ll never believe the story I overheard last night when I was at the bar. So, this girl, who was close to turning thirty, although I think she was lying. Anyway, she was saying-” 

“The barista did it with one of those skinny tongue depressors.” 

“Yes! It never ceases to amaze me how well your skills are.” 

The psychic tosses the phone up in the air for his friend to catch. 

“Sounds like we have the right to arrest someone.” Carlton speeds up, maneuvering himself, safely, between cars. “Where am I going, Spencer?” 

“Where do you think?” 

“If I knew, do you think I’d be asking you?” 

“The coffee shop. Beans told me she had a shift, and our killer does too. She put it together before my visions became clearer. If we don’t get there within the next five minutes, it’s going to be a manhunt and I’ll be the first in line.” 

“We’re not going to let anything happen to her,” Juliet tells him. 

“I’ll believe it when I can see that she’s safe.” 

“Sha-” 

“We’re here. Spencer, I’m only going to say this once and only once. Do not and I mean, do not go in there.” 

“But, I can-” 

“No,” Carlton tells him before he and Juliet rush out of the car, standing by the front door with their guns in front of them before they sneak into the building. 

-

“I’m going in.” 

“Oh, no you are not,” Gus slams his hand onto the door lock. 

“Yes, I am.” 

“Sha- Shawn.” Gus makes the noise people typically make when trying to call a cat over, “psst. Psst. Shawn, no.” He gets out of the car when he realizes his friend isn’t going to follow him back towards the safety. 

The two make their way into the building, sneaking through the front door, only pausing when they hear a strange noise. 

“Are we really going to go in there, Shawn? I mean, what if he has a gun or some other weapon?” 

“That’s when you selflessly throw yourself in front of our bad guy while I, the hero, save the day.” 

“I don’t like that plan.” 

“Well, it’s the only one I have so far.” 

“No, it’s not.” 

“Fine, it’s not but this one makes us both look like heroes.” 

“I understand why you’re making jokes, but we need a real plan if we want to make sure Beans doesn’t get hurt.” 

The psychic sighs, “I know, Gus.” He leans off the wall, glancing back over his shoulder. “I have a plan.” 

“What is it?” 

“You stay here and I’m gonna make a distraction.” 

“Okay- wait! What?” He turns around, finding his friend nowhere near him. “Dammit Shawn.” 

-

Shawn walks around the corner, hearing clattering coming from the back and rushes forward only for you to duck behind the counter. 

“Shawn?” You stare at him with furrowed brows. “Duck. Duck.” 

“Duck?” He dives to the floor when bullets come flying through the door, breaking the glass window. He wraps his arms around you, covering your head as he pulls you closer, making sure nothing happens to you. 

Once the firing stops, you lift your head off his shoulder. 

“Do you know the way out of here?” He whispers. 

“We won’t make it without being seen. Why are you here alone?” 

“I remembered you told me this place has a really weird back entrance, so it takes a few minutes to get in here. If we stall him long enough, then maybe we can make it out of this alive while Lassie and Jules do their thing.” He stops talking and becomes quiet. “I have an idea.” 

“You are not going to try and make a conversation with him. Are you?” 

“It’s called a distraction.” 

“A terrible one, at that.” 

“I could do it.” 

You glance over his shoulder. 

“He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” 

You gulp, nodding. Your former coworker, Greg, grabs your arm, yanking you away from your friend. 

“Hey. Hey! Let her go.” 

Greg shakes his head, “no, I don’t think I will.” He forces you into the nearest chair. 

“You don’t need to need to manhandle Beans like that.” 

“It’s her fault.” 

“What’s her fault?” 

“Ruining my plan and you, the psychic coming around wasn’t any help either.” 

“It sounds like you have a problem with me and not-” 

He waves the gun around in Shawn’s face. “You stay over there. She stays here.” 

You tense up at the feeling of the metal on the back of your head. 

He nods. “I’m staying over here. You don’t need to keep waving the gun around.” 

“Santa Barbara PD, drop your weapon,” Carlton says, keeping his attention on Greg. 

“I don’t think I will.” 

“You sure you want to do that?” 

“Why not? I’ve got a hostage right here,” he steps to the side, letting the officer get a view of your back. 

“Let the civilians go so we can talk.” 

“No,” he clicks the trigger of the gun. 

You close your eyes, trying not to shake as you hear everything going on behind you. 

“No,” Shawn takes a step closer, and everyone’s focus turns onto him. “Remember it was me. I’m the psychic, I know why you did it. He wasn’t giving you the proper respect, right? And he should have, you’re the one who made sure everything ran smoothly around here especially when he would take his sporadic trips. You did everything he should have done and he- he-” 

“He was gonna fire me and give my job to Janet, but she put it in her two weeks’ notice after that and then she,” he spits in your direction. “Was the next one.” 

“And, you believe she would have taken your job without hesitation?” 

Greg nods. 

Shawn nods before he starts to chuckle. “And that’s when you need to listen or pay attention to all employees because she’s a very kind woman who would never do that and I’m lucky to know... that took a minor detour, I’ll admit but it just proves that she isn’t what you created in your mind.” 

“Are you done?” Carlton asks. 

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” 

That’s all the detective needed to hear as he takes another step forward. “Let her go.” 

“I don’t think I will.” 

“Greg.” 

“What are you doing?” Shawn whispers. 

“Do you know why our boss would take sudden trips?” 

“Yeah. He’s a greedy bastard who wants to blow away his money.” 

“No, his wife is sick, and she’s been in a home that specializes with her condition. She has her good days and her bad days, so when it’s not looking good, he rushes over there in case it’s going to be his last time with her.” 

“Really?” He jerks your arm. “How do you know?” 

“He told me because I found him crying in the storage closet when it was my turn to close the shop a few months ago. He trusted you, that’s why he was confident with you being in charge.” 

He lowers his hand. 

Shawn sees the way you’re eyeing your coworker and shakes his head. 

Greg drops his gun. 

You take this as your opportunity to run away from him before anything else could happen. 

Shawn pushes you behind him. 

Juliet and Lassiter do their thing, arresting him just as Gus rushes in, holding a broom as his weapon of choice. 

“Nice timing, Guster,” Carlton tells him as he passes by to put the, now, arrested man in the nearest squad car, which of course happens to be Buzz’s. 

“Is he gone?” 

“Yes, Gus. He’s gone, you can stop now.” 

The frightened man takes notice of the scene and slowly sets the broom down before sniffing as he wipes his nose. “I knew that; I was just testing you.” 

“No, you weren’t,” you chime in. 

“I’m gonna let that slide for right now.” 

“You’re so nice, Gus.” You groan, holding your side. “I think it’s time for me to get checked out.” 

Two paramedics run in, asking which of three needs to be checked out. 

All three of you answer, informing the gentleman that it’s you. Once they make sure you’re all good, they give you one last recommendation to get a full check up at the hospital to make sure you’re all good and don’t have any underlying injuries they may not have caught. 

You wave them off, “yeah, yeah,” your words fine out slurred before you pass out. 

The whole way there, everyone was worried about you, Shawn more than the others. 

-

Henry walks into the room, placing a hand on his boy’s shoulder. “When was the last time you left the room?” 

“Not once.” 

“You need to eat something, Shawn.” 

The psychic doesn’t say anything else. 

“You know, you need to eat something if you want to confess to her.” 

“Confess what?” 

“I raised you better than to play dumb, Shawn.” 

The younger man gets up out of his seat. “Fine, so maybe I do know what you’re talking about but why would I-” 

“Shawn.” 

“No, no. Don’t distract me.” 

“Shawn.” 

“Why are you-” 

“Shawn.” 

“What?” 

Henry sighs and spins his son around, leaving his boy to get the girl. 

“Oh, you’re up.” 

“I am.” 

He grabs the water by your bed and holds for you. 

“I can drink water on my own.” 

He nods, slowly placing the cup in your hands. 

“How are you?” 

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” 

You set the cup down onto the table. “You could but, you’re antsy and an antsy Shawn isn’t a good Shawn.” 

“Funny.” 

“Usually, you’d have some witty comeback when I say things like that, what’s going on in your head?” 

“You could have died.” 

“But I didn’t.” 

“But you could have.” 

“I didn’t though.” 

“But… you could have and- and-” 

You slowly push yourself up, reaching out for his hand, bringing him closer. 

He’s careful as he sits down beside you. 

“What would have happened, if it did happen? Can you find it in you to explain that bit to me?” 

“You mean, other than the fact that the woman I’ve been in love with since we were kids would be dead, not much.” 

“Wha-” Your jaw drops. 

“I wouldn’t have been able to come up with a clever plan and pretend like I didn’t know how it happened even though you know when I’m lying.” 

“So, what you’re saying is you like me and you want to ask me out?” You ask, a sly smile dancing across your lips. 

“Maybe.” 

“Good.” 

“That’s it?” 

“Yep.” 

“I feel like there’s something else you have planned.” 

“Yeah, you’re gonna go find my doctor, ask when I can leave so then you can take me out on our date and fall asleep on my couch.” 

This is the first time he’s smile since this morning, and it feels great. “Don’t move.” 

“I won’t.” 

Woody rushes in with a black bag. 

You raise a brow. “Did you really think I was dead?” 

“Wha- oh this,” he points to the bag. “No, no. I was just- I thought I needed to be prepared.” 

“Get out.” 

“I’m the one who brought the flowers.” He points with a weak smile.  

“Thank you, they’re beautiful but get out.” 

“Yep, got it.” Woody manages to move out of the way before he could bump into Shawn and your doctor and continues to run out of the building. 

-

You and Shawn had a wonderful time getting dinner (with Gus driving so you could pick up the food) and dropping you guys off at your place (after being told he wasn’t invited). 

“If I’m not a part of this date, why did I drive you two to go pick up jerk chicken?” 

Shawn shrugs, “sorry, buddy.” 

You jab your elbow into his side, “I don’t know. I’m sorry, he used you. How about tomorrow we all go out and get breakfast before we head over to the station?” 

“Thank you, I think that would be a great idea.” Gus doesn’t move from his spot. 

“Do you want to take some for the road?” 

“This is why I like you.” 

“You’ve liked me being around since we met, I used to pretend you weren’t involved in whatever it was he,” you point to Shawn. “Was doing so you wouldn’t get suspended.” 

“And that’s exactly why I’m happy he’s partially your problem now.” He takes his napkin wrapped portions and waves you two off before he leaves. 

“Can we go upstairs now? It’s getting cold.” 

“Quite whining and maybe you’ll get a blanket.” 

-

He leans against the doorway as he waits for you to pull out your keys. “Is there anyway, I could persuade you?” 

The doorknob clicks, you open the door and smile at him. “No.” 

“I think you’re lying.” 

“Your psychic abilities tell you that?” 

“Maybe.” 

You roll your eyes and step inside. “Come on, I’m hungry and I’m not afraid to take the food from you.” 

“But then you’d have a starving man in your home, rummaging through your fridge searching for a pineapple.” 

“I’m not afraid to take that risk.” 

“Rude.” 

You chuckle, “hurry up and get over here. We can watch a movie.” 

“I’m getting us some drinks. I can’t die of thirst after fulfilling my need of food.” 

“Okay.” 

“And here is your drink,” he sets them down on the coffee table. “And your food.” 

You practically snatch the food from him. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

“I mean… for everything that’s happened.” 

He settles on the couch beside you, turning for you to see his soft smile. “I know.” 

You shake your head. “You’re so cocky.” 

“Only for you.” 

“I feel like I should be ending things here.” 

“But you’re not. You love me too much.” 

“Shush and watch the movie.” 

He smiles to himself, knowing he’s made you all flustered.

[jimsbeetroot]

I WANT SID SMUT PLEASE 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ♱ 𝐬𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

since sid is a whole ass dad now, here’s some fluffy, domestic, vanilla smut, because why not?

words; 2113

summary; sid and reader enjoy a quiet morning together, seizing the moment before their baby awakes

warnings! fingering, dirty talk (but make it fluffy) a sickly happy family hehe

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THE SOFT MORNING LIGHT filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. You blinked awake, slowly registering the warmth and comfort of the bed beneath you. For a moment, you wondered what had stirred you from sleep—until you heard it.

“Love?”

Sid’s voice was a gentle murmur. You turned your head, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. He was sitting up in bed, propped against the pillows, his hair slightly tousled, his face illuminated by the early light. He wasn’t watching television like he sometimes did in the mornings. Instead, his focus was entirely on you, a smile playing on his lips as he watched you stir.

You opened your eyes more fully, feeling the remnants of sleep slip away. The clock on the nightstand read 07:53. You blinked again, and a wave of realization hit you—it was late, and the house was eerily quiet.

No cries, no baby babble, no rustling sounds from the nursery.

Sid’s smile widened as he noticed the look of surprise on your face. “He’s still asleep,” Sid whispered as if saying it too loudly might shatter the fragile peace of the morning.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you found yourself smiling back at him. It was such a rare gift these days—mornings where you didn’t wake to the sound of your seven-month-old son needing you. You loved him more than words could say, but moments like these, when you could just be with Sid, were precious. And you both knew it.

“Good morning, my love,” Sid said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. He shifted closer, his body heat seeping into you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. The sensation of his bare chest against your skin was intoxicating, familiar yet always thrilling.

“Good morning,” you whispered back, your voice soft and still heavy with sleep. You nuzzled into him, inhaling his scent, a mix of warmth and something distinctly Sid that you could never quite describe. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if he couldn’t get enough of the simple contact. He held you close, his arm strong and protective around you, and you let yourself relax completely into his hold. For a few blissful moments, you simply lay there, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world forgotten.

“I can’t believe he’s still asleep,” you murmured, your words muffled against Sid’s chest.

“I know,” Sid replied, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back. “It’s like a miracle.”

You giggled softly and gazed up at Sid with a smirk. “We should probably enjoy it while it lasts.”

Sid chuckled, a deep, warm sound that made your heart skip a beat. “Oh, I plan to,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as his hand slid down to rest on your hip, his touch sending a jolt of anticipation through you.

You felt a surge of affection for him, this man who had become not only your husband but the father of your child, your partner in every sense of the word. The past months had been a whirlwind—nights spent soothing a crying baby, mornings filled with laughter and the occasional tear, the constant balancing act of parenthood. But through it all, Sid had been your rock, your steady anchor.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and the love in his gaze was enough to make your heart swell. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. You sighed into the kiss, your body responding instantly to the warmth and familiarity of his touch.

Sid’s hand slid under the hem of your shorts, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of your thigh. His touch was light, teasing, and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you. It had been a while since you’d had the luxury of a slow morning like this, where you could take your time and savour each other.

As if sensing your thoughts, Sid deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your toes curl. You moaned softly, your body pressing closer to his as you melted into the kiss.

Sid’s hand moved higher, slipping under your shorts to caress your skin. His fingers skimmed the curve of your stomach, lingering for a moment on the slight softness that remained from your pregnancy. He didn’t seem to mind—in fact, his touch was reverent, as if he loved every inch of you just as you were.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sid murmured against your lips, his voice filled with sincerity. “God, I can’t get enough of you.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, running your hand over his broad shoulders, down the hard planes of his chest.

Sid’s breath hitched as your fingers brushed over his chest, and you could feel the tension coiling in his muscles as he tried to maintain control.

“Do you remember our first morning together after he was born?” Sid asked suddenly, his voice husky with emotion. “We were both so tired, but we just laid there, holding him between us, staring at him like he was the most amazing thing we’d ever seen.”

You nodded, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you remembered that moment. It had been magical—exhausting, overwhelming, but magical. And now, seven months later, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have this little family with Sid.

“I do remember,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I never knew I could love anyone as much as I love you and him.”

Sid’s eyes softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I feel the same way,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “Every day with you and our little guy… it’s like a dream come true.”

Your heart swelled with love, and you reached up to cup his face in your hands, pulling him down for another kiss. This one was slower, more tender as if you were both savoring the connection you shared. Sid responded eagerly, his lips moving against yours in a dance that was familiar yet always exciting.

As the kiss deepened, Sid’s hand moved to the hem of your shorts, slowly pushing it up until it was bunched around your waist. You shivered as the cool air brushed against your skin, but the warmth of Sid’s body more than made up for it.

He broke the kiss to look down at you, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you laid out beneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. You blushed, your heart racing at the intensity of his gaze. “Sid…”

He didn’t say anything else, just leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, his hand moving between your thighs to tease you through your underwear. You gasped into his mouth, your body arching towards his touch, the slow burn of arousal spreading through you.

Sid’s fingers found your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that had you moaning in seconds. “Fuck,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand as the pleasure built, each stroke of his fingers sending sparks of electricity through you.

He watched you with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged as he continued to tease you, his other hand sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and you felt yourself quickly spiralling towards the edge.

“Please,” you gasped, your voice breathless as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Sid, I need you…”

Sid groaned at your words, his cock twitching against your thigh as he leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss. “God, you're amazing,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice filled with urgency.

With one swift motion, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slid them down your legs, tossing them to the floor. You gasped as the cool air hit your heated core, but Sid quickly replaced the sensation with the warmth of his hand, his fingers sliding between your folds to coat them in your arousal.

“You’re so wet,” Sid whispered, his voice thick with desire as he continued to tease you, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had you squirming beneath him. He smiled at you and watched carefully how you reacted to his every touch.

You whimpered, your body arching towards his touch as you felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. “Sid, please…”

He smiled down at you, his eyes filled with love and lust as he finally slid one finger inside you, his touch gentle yet firm. You gasped, your hips lifting off the bed as he began to move, his finger curling inside you to hit that perfect spot that had you seeing stars.

Sid watched you intently, his eyes never leaving your face as he added a second finger, stretching you just enough to make you moan. “You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe as he watched you writhe beneath him. “So fucking good.”

You could barely form a coherent thought, the pleasure building inside you like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over you at any moment. “Sid,” you gasped, your voice trembling with need.

Sid’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched the pleasure ripple across your face, but just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you breathless and yearning for his touch.

Your eyes followed his movements as he shed his boxers, revealing his hard cock, and your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Sid crawled on top of you and positioned himself above you, his elbows braced on either side of your face as he dipped down to kiss you deeply, the passion between you igniting into something hotter, more urgent.

“Ready?” Sid asked, his voice a mixture of tenderness and desire as he lined himself up at your entrance. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips as you cupped his face, your thumb brushing over his stubbled jaw.

“I’m ready,” you whispered, the words barely leaving your lips before Sid began to ease into you, his thick length stretching you. Even after all these years together, the sensation of his cock in you still made you weak, and you couldn’t help the soft whimper that escaped you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your fingers digging into his bicep as you looked up into his eyes, finding nothing but love and lust staring back at you. Sid nuzzled your face affectionately, his lips grazing the tip of your nose in a sweet gesture.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his concern evident even as his own need for you pulsed between your bodies. You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the overwhelming pleasure of having him so close, so intimately entwined with you. Sid began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each one sending a wave of pleasure through you. But as the intensity built, his movements became more urgent, more desperate, and you clung to him as if he were your lifeline.

“Fuck, you're good,” Sid groaned, his voice thick with emotion as he buried his face in your hair, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. “So fucking good.”

Your body trembled beneath him, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak, and when he finally pushed you over the edge, you cried out his name, your voice filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss. Sid followed you seconds later, his own release coming with a deep, satisfied moan that seemed to reverberate through your entire being.

Exhausted and content, Sid waited a few moments before pulling out of you gently and collapsing onto his back beside you. You lay there for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the reality of the moment slowly settling in.

Sid reached for you again, drawing you into his arms in a tender embrace, his body curving around yours protectively. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmured, his voice full of wonder as he held you close, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

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Les Souvenirs De Notre Relation - Shawn Mendes

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Résumé: Tu commences enfin à te remettre de ta relation avec Shawn, mais il décide de venir chez toi au milieu de la nuit.

Warnings : angst, fin triste, Shawn est bourré, dites-moi si j'en ai loupés d'autres.

Nombre de mots : 1.7k

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Chanson qui m'a inspiré : Memories par Conan Gray

   La sonnette de chez toi te tire du lit. Tu papillonnes des yeux avant de les frotter et de regarder l'heure sur ton téléphone. Tu te demandes qui peut bien venir chez toi à deux heures du matin. Tu pousses un soupir d’exaspération avant de quitter ton lit et marcher jusqu'à ta porte. Tu regardes par le judas et vois Shawn, une expression triste sur son visage et ses cheveux mouillés par la pluie. Tu ne l'avais pas revu depuis deux mois, depuis votre séparation. Tu ignores pourquoi il est là. Tu hésites à lui ouvrir, craignant de faire une erreur. Après un débat intérieur, tu décides de lui laisser une chance. Après tout, il ne serait pas là, s’il n’avait pas une bonne raison. A peine tu ouvres la porte, Shawn entre en trombe dans ton appartement. Tu lèves les yeux au ciel et refermes derrière lui, reconsidérant déjà ta décision.

- Qu'est-ce que tu fais là ? lui demandes-tu alors qu'il reste debout dans ton salon.

- Je veux te parler, annonce-t-il en enlevant sa veste trempée et la posant sur le portemanteau.

- Il est deux heures du matin, Shawn.

- Je sais, mais j'en ai besoin, insiste Shawn et tu réalises que sa voix est légèrement différente.

- T'es bourré ?

- Non, j'ai juste bu un verre, nie-t-il, mais tu le connais.

- Écoute, dis ce que t'as à dire rapidement, je dois me lever demain. Enfin, dans cinq heures.

- Je... Je veux qu'on soit ensemble à nouveau.

En entendant sa phrase, ton sommeil quitte totalement ton corps. Tu lèves tes sourcils et tu espères avoir mal compris. Tu te masses les tempes en fermant les yeux pendant une seconde. Quand tu le regardes à nouveau, tu vois à son visage qu’il est sérieux.

- C'est toi qui as voulu qu'on se sépare, rétorques-tu avant de tripoter ton pendentif papillon pendant à ton cou.

- Je sais et je le regrette.

- C'est un peu trop tard maintenant.

     Il ne t'écoute pas et commence à marcher dans ton salon, regardant les alentours. Ses yeux sont remplis de nostalgie, il se remémore des moments de votre relation au fur et à mesure de ses pas. Tu le regardes de loin, ignorant comment agir. Son état d’ébriété ne t’aide pas à lui faire prendre conscience de la situation. A un moment, il s'arrête et il prend un objet sur ta table de salon. Même si tu ne le vois pas, tu devines ce qu'il a pris. Tu trottines vers lui et lui enlèves le livre des mains.

- Tu as encore notre album photo ? demande-t-il, un sourire idiot sur le visage. Je pensais que tu l'aurais jeté.

- Ce soir, c’était la première fois que je le regardais depuis notre séparation, en fait.

- Donc, tu l'admets, ce qu'on avait te manque aussi.

- Je n'ai jamais dit ça, affirmes-tu en serrant un peu plus l'album contre toi.

- Alors pourquoi tu l'as ressorti après tout ce temps ?

- Je ne sais pas vraiment. Je… Je suppose que je voulais voir si je pouvais regarder une photo de nous sans fondre en larmes, expliques-tu et avant qu’il puisse sourire, tu te dépêches de préciser : et je le peux. 

      Shawn ne dit rien, pas convaincu par ta réponse. Il reprend sa visite et se dirige vers ta cuisine. Il se saisit d'un verre d'eau. Il le boit d'une traite avant de le mettre dans ton lave-vaisselle. Tu le rejoins, de plus en plus agacée par son comportement. Tu voudrais qu’il te laisse enfin tranquille, surtout que tu as besoin de te reposer. Tu croises tes bras sur ta poitrine avant de prend un ton déterminé :

- Pourquoi tu es là, Shawn ?

- Je te l'ai dit, je veux qu'on se remette ensemble. Je n'aurais jamais dû te laisser partir. J'ai été idiot.

- Tu l'as voulu car avec la distance et ton job, c’était trop compliqué.

- Mais toi, tu ne le voulais pas, rétorque-t-il et tu évites son regard pendant une seconde. Tu voulais qu’on trouve une solution pour que ça fonctionne. Et j'étais tellement persuadé d'avoir raison que je n'ai pas écouté tes arguments, comme un abruti. J'aurais dû. Je ne veux pas te perdre. Sans toi, je ne suis rien. S’il te plaît, laisse-moi réparer ma connerie, supplie-t-il en tentant de prendre ta main.

- Shawn, arrête, ordonnes-tu en reculant d’un pas. Je commence enfin à avancer, je n'ai pas besoin de t'entendre dire ça.

- Mais, au fond de toi, tu m'aimes encore.

- Bien sûr, déclares-tu comme une évidence. Tu auras toujours une place dans mon cœur, mais ça ne veut pas dire qu'on doit être à nouveau ensemble.

- Pourquoi pas ?

- L'amour ne suffit pas toujours. Ça n'a pas marché une fois, la deuxième fois ne sera pas meilleure. Crois-moi, je n'ai pas arrêté d’y penser ces deux derniers mois. J'ai imaginé tous les scénarios et il n'y a pas d'issue heureuse pour nous. Si tu n’avais pas rompu, on l’aurait fait plus tard. On commençait à tellement s’éloigner que notre relation allait avoir une fin à un moment ou à un autre.

- On pourrait rester amis, alors ? Je veux toujours faire partie de ta vie, propose-t-il avec une once d’espoir et tu te retiens de céder. 

- On ne peut pas. Ça ne serait pas bon, car on s'empêcherait d'avancer avec quelqu'un d'autre. C'est mieux si on ne se parle plus, lui dis-tu, tes mains jouant avec la chaîne de ton collier.

- Y/N, s'il te plait.

- Mon Dieu, écoute-moi pour une fois dans ta vie ! t'emportes-tu en passant ta main sur ton visage. Je ne veux pas. J'étais très bien avec juste les souvenirs de notre relation. Certes quand tu m'as quitté, j’étais dévastée et je t'en ai voulu. Je pensais même que j'aurais toujours des souvenirs de toi où je te détesterais, mais j'ai réalisé que tu avais raison depuis le début. J'ai des bons souvenirs de toi, de nous et tu es en train de tout ruiner. Alors, arrête. Tu étais très bien quand tu étais juste dans ma mémoire. Je n'avais pas besoin de te voir ce soir, surtout si c’était pour que tu dises ça. J'aurai toujours de l'affection pour toi, mais c'est fini.

      Shawn hoche simplement la tête, ses yeux remplis de larmes alors que tu respires fortement. Tu sais que tu viens de lui briser le cœur, mais tu dois protéger le tien. Tu as besoin d'être claire avec lui. Tu n'aimes pas être la cause de sa souffrance, mais tu n'as pas d'autre choix. Il ne te répond pas, comprenant que c'est peine perdue. Il quitte la pièce alors que tu reprends tes esprits. Tu inspires plusieurs fois avant de retrouver Shawn au salon, endormi sur ton canapé. Frustrée, tu pousses un soupir, mais décides de ne pas le réveiller. Son ébriété ne te permettra de le faire partir de chez toi facilement et tu ne veux pas qu'il conduise et cause un accident.

     Tu lui laisses un verre d'eau avec un médicament avant de prendre une couverture. En la posant sur lui, Shawn ouvre les yeux pendant un instant. Il te regarde pencher au-dessus de lui, ses yeux tombent sur ton collier et il sourit niaisement.

- Tu le portes toujours. 

Tu n’as pas le temps d’ouvrir la bouche, car il se rendort aussitôt. Tu le regardes une dernière fois et te rends dans ta chambre. Tu tournes un peu dans ton lit, repassant ta discussion avec Shawn dans ta tête et essuyant les quelques larmes sur tes joues avant de pouvoir t'endormir.

      Quand ton réveil sonne trois heures plus tard, tu en veux à Shawn d'avoir coupé ton sommeil. Tu as du mal à quitter tes draps, mais tu te forces à te préparer pour ton travail. Quand tu es prête, tu te rends dans le salon après avoir pris un carton qui traînait dans ton placard depuis deux mois. Tu le poses à côté du canapé et secoues Shawn. Il lui faut une minute pour émerger. Quand il te voit, il ne peut empêcher un sourire de prendre place sur son visage. Pour lui, il est de retour au début de votre relation, où tout allait bien, où vous étiez heureux. Mais ton expression neutre le ramène vite à la réalité. Il s'assoit avant de prendre le verre et le médicament qu'il vient de voir. Quand il a fini, il se met debout, face à toi. Tu pointes le carton avant de prendre la parole :

- Ce sont tes affaires. Je crois qu'il y a un manteau, des livres et des CD. Je n’avais pas pu te les donner avant, informes-tu et il reste mutique. Tu peux les reprendre, insistes-tu.

- Tu ne rigolais pas quand tu disais que tu voulais que notre relation reste des souvenirs, dit Shawn en rigolant pour cacher sa douleur.

- Si je veux avancer, je n'ai pas le choix. Oh, il y a ça aussi, dis-tu en défaisant ton collier.

- Non, Y/N, tu peux le garder. Il t'appartient, à toi et seulement à toi.

- Je sais, mais je sens que tant que je l'aurai, je ne pourrai jamais vraiment faire le deuil de notre histoire et je ne veux pas le jeter, alors prends-le, précises-tu en lui tendant le bijou.

- Si c'est ce que tu veux, murmure-t-il en le prenant.

     Shawn regarde le collier, admirant le papillon argenté. Votre tentative de premier baiser avait été interrompue par l'apparition de l'insecte avec de magnifiques ailes bleues. Vous aviez rigolé avant de pouvoir vous embrasser réellement. Le papillon est vite devenu votre symbole. Tu aimes ce collier. Tu as pour habitude de toujours le toucher quand tu ressens une émotion négative. Mais tu ne peux pas continuer à le porter.

      Shawn le range dans le carton, en faisant attention. Il se saisit de la boîte avant de marcher jusqu'à la porte. Tu la lui ouvres et il commence à partir, la tête baissée. Tu t'apprêtes à refermer la porte quand il se retourne une dernière fois.

- Je suis désolé pour hier soir. Je n'aurais pas dû venir. Tu as raison, avoue-t-il avant de prendre une grande inspiration : Toi aussi, tu auras toujours une place dans mon cœur. Je t'aime.

    Tu aimerais le lui dire en retour, mais les mots semblent bloqués dans ta gorge, car ce n'est pas la chose à dire. Au fond de toi, tu le sais. Alors, tu lui lances un sourire triste avant de fermer la porte, symbolisant la fin du chapitre de ton histoire avec Shawn.

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Pairing: sub!Shawn X top female!reader

Warning: NSFW II fingering II soft

Note: only like 2/3 ish NSFW rest is fluff and also not the best kinda rushed so sorry for mistakes

“That’s it,” Shawn stifled a moan as your fingers curl up more into her. Her hands gripping your shoulders firmly as you slowly curl and uncurl your finger inside of her. “You’re doing so good, doing so good for me dear,” your praise makes her shudder. She’s always been weak to your praise, how you broke past her fake self and showed love and affection to the part of her she never showed. “You’re driving me crazy baby. Making me want things more than I should….” You smile lightly at her words. “Let yourself loose then, indulge in the fact that your worth ten no, one hundred times you think you are.” Your words make her moan louder, how you knew always what she wanted to hear, and how you could make her feel so vulnerable and loved. Your fingers continue to work magic in her, your soft pads gently pressing against her g-spot over and over again as you slowly continue.

Soft squelch’s combined with her breathy moans ring around the room as you continue to praise her. Her breath hitches lightly as her orgasm crashed through her. Nails digging into your shoulder as she babbles incoherent words out. Her juices coat your fingers as you finally pull out of her. She lets out a light whimper from the lost as her pussy pulses around nothing. “T-that…that was great, baby,” she pants out as she tries to calm down from her high. “I’m glad”

The room is filled with a comfortable silence and she hugs you against her chest. Holding you tightly, like you were gonna disappear if she didn’t. She takes a deep breath before murmuring, “I don’t deserve you.” You blink as you look up at her. “Why’s that?” You inquire as she lets out a laugh. “I use to be a cat fisher, dating hundreds of people at once…. I dont get why you still trust me.” Your hands gently rub her back as you trace shapes along it. “Well at first I did think you were quite annoying but as I got to know your true self I started to fall for your dumb ass.” “So I slowly made my way into your heart? I knew you would fall for me sooner or later,” she teased. “I already have, before you before you knew it. I adore you my dear.” Shawn paused for a second before letting burrowing herself into your neck. “No more cringy lines to say?” “Maybe tomorrow, I don’t feel like breaking the moment we’re having.”