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jimsbeetroot · 8 months ago

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Can you write a one shot for Corey? The reader is in the studio with Slipknot. Corey takes screams and reader, his girlfriend, loves them. Reader gives him loving looks. The others make fun of it and tease reader. Corey comforts them (hug,...).

February, 2001.

I was unsure as to if you were requesting a smut. I made it none smutty, but comment and I’ll change that real quick! This is not my best writing at all, I’m trying to get back into my groove, though!

The dimly lit studio was alive with the sound of metal, an almost tangible energy crackling in the air. Slipknot was deep into the recording of their latest album, *Iowa*, and Corey was in his element. His voice ranged from guttural screams to melodic growls, filling the room with an intense rawness that only he could deliver. You were in awe. You always were, but at that moment, watching him so in touch with that realness. You almost wanted to shed a tear.

You sat on a worn-out leather couch at the back of the studio, watching him pour his soul into every note. You marveled at the transformation of the man you loved into the suffering, terrifying frontman of Slipknot.

For you, it was a revelation each time you witnessed Corey perform. The power of his voice resonated within you, sending chills down your spine and igniting a fire in your core. You adored him in these moments, wrapped in a mix of awe and desire. It wasn’t just about his voice or the music; it was the passion he exuded, the way he owned every inch of his space, commanding the attention of everyone around him.

The band was in the middle of recording "The Heretic Anthem," a track that pushed the limits of intensity and speed. Your heart raced in time with the furious drumbeats, your pulse mirroring the ferocity of the music. You were utterly captivated, caught in a trance of admiration and something more primal.

You shifted slightly on the couch, unable to tear your eyes away from Corey. His presence was magnetic, drawing you in with every scream and every breath he took between verses. The rest of the band played on, each member a vital part of the chaotic symphony, but for you, Corey was the focus.

As Corey launched into the chorus, your heart swelled with pride. You knew how much this album meant to him, how much of himself he poured into every lyric and every note. *Iowa* was a darker, more intense journey than their debut, a reflection of the struggles and triumphs the band had faced. And at the center of it all was Corey, baring his soul for the world to hear.

But the bandmates, keen observers and expert teasers, couldn’t let the moment pass unnoticed. Between takes, Joey Jordison grinned mischievously and pointed at you. "Looks like someone's got it bad for our scream king over here," he joked, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. The others joined in, their laughter infectious and loud, echoing off the studio walls.

Mick Thomson leaned over his guitar, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you should see her face when Corey hits those high notes. Bet the studio isn’t the only place she hears it."

The rest of the band chuckled, their teasing lighthearted but relentless. Paul Gray added, "I think we have a new number-one fan in the room."

Your face flushed a deep crimson, your initial amusement quickly giving way to embarrassment. You tried to laugh it off, but their good-natured ribbing hit a sensitive spot. You didn’t want to be seen as just another fan, caught up in the allure of a rock star. She was there for Corey—the man behind the mask and the music. She was his girl, had been for over two years, and you sure as hell wasn’t planning on leaving either.

Sensing your discomfort, Corey stepped away from the mic and crossed the room with his usual attitude, the teasing giving way to a more sincere energy. He slid onto the couch beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of his presence was immediate and reassuring.

"Hey," he cooed, leaning in close so only you could hear him over the noise of the studio. "Don’t let them get to you. They’re just messing around."

You sighed and looked into his eyes, finding the comfort she needed. “I know,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just...sometimes I feel like they see me as a groupie.”

Corey shook his head, his gaze steady and sincere. “They don’t, trust me. They love you, they’re just- they’re bored and tired and fucking immature.” He gently squeezed your thigh and leant in to kiss your cheek.

Reassured by his words, you felt the tension melt away, replaced by a renewed confidence in her place beside him. You loved Corey, not just as the charismatic lead singer of Slipknot, but as the man who held her close and knew her heart.

The session resumed, Corey back at the mic, his voice a weapon of raw emotion and strength. You watched him again, your heart swelling with pride and affection. The teasing had faded into the background, and all that remained was the music and the man she loved. You were no longer embarrassed, only exhilarated by the unbreakable bond you shared amid the chaos and creativity of the studio.

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ktdragonborn · 4 months ago

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Another Spencer. (Chapter 1)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Summary: You finally moved back to California after almost 15 years away. When your mom and dad separated, your dad got Shawn and your mom took you. (Don't ask me why it's just what they agreed on). But now you're back! And you never expected to meet such a dashing Detective that would sweep you off your feet.

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juilet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, mention of many other characters.

Warnings: None as of now! There will be smut and other graphic scenes as the story progresses.

~This story follows the show Psych. Plots from episodes are mentioned and some chapters will have you added to them. I do not own any characters from the TV Psych, just a big fan of the show and a bigger fan of our boy Lassie. I couldn't ever find something that hit my craving for Lassiter so here I am. This will also be a very long story. Very long. I'm starting it towards the end of Season 2 and plan on writing it throughout the whole show, skipping some episodes but in the end, it'll be very long.~

Please let me know what you think in the comments! This first chapter is kind of janky ngl, just wanted to try and establish the characters. But Lassie will the in the next chapter!

Chapter 2

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Shawn and Gus were sitting in their office, scrolling through information for a case when Shawn finally remembered vital information he had forgotten to tell his best friend. “Oh, dude!” Shawn exclaimed and Gus looked up at him with a frown.

“Yeah, Shawn?”

“I forgot to tell you. (Y/n) is moving back to town.”

“Are you serious? When? Does she need help moving? Are you two still all weird?” Gus made a little gesture with his hands and Shawn rolled his eyes.

“No, we’ve been really good for the past year honestly. We call every week or at least try to, and text when we can. I think she’s here right now honestly, I know my dad was gonna help her move in.”

“Is she living with him?”

“No, she got a house near the beach I think.”

“Does she… you know,” Gus trailed off and raised his eyebrows at Shawn. “Yes, yes, she knows Gus of course she does. She’s my sister.”

“I just wanted to make sure,” Gus moved his head and went back to his research. There was a loud ringing that echoed in the office and Shawn grabbed his phone and had a big smile on his face. He answered and Gus tried to remember when he last saw Shawn happy to answer his phone.

“Hey, little sis!” Gus immediately understood and had a smile on his face too. You three had always been tight until you moved away with your mom in the divorce. Gus knew Shawn held some resentment towards you, leaving him alone with Henry, but Gus was happy that you two were friends again.

“At Dad's house? Why not yours?... Oh you know your cooking is fine…Ah, yeah Dad is better at steaks than you are…Sure tonight works, can Gus come?... Perfect, we'll see you tonight!” Shawn hung up the phone and looked at Gus with his arms stretched out. “Dinner tonight at my dad's with (Y/n)!” Gus pumped his arms in the air and they both celebrated in their office before another phone rang.

“It's Lassie, we gotta go!”

~I know, you know~

You hopped out of your car and adjusted your shirt before grabbing the desert you bought on your way over. You smiled as you looked at your dad’s house. Not much had changed. You walked up the path to the house and saw that the main door was open, with the screen door closed, letting the cool air from the sea. You heard noises of pots and pans coming from the kitchen as you entered your dad's house. It had been years since you set foot in here and when you did it felt like a blast to the past. There was slight humming coming from the kitchen and your smile got even wider. You hadn’t seen your dad this happy in years, and with catching up with Shawn now and then you know your dad has been the same grumpy man towards your brother. “Hello?” you called out as you walked into the kitchen and your dad spun around with a big smile.

“(Y/n)!” He exclaimed and walked over to you to hug you. You hugged him back with a laugh.

“You saw me earlier today Dad and you’re still this excited to see me?”

“I’m excited for a lot of reasons. Shawn and Gus come over all the time but I can’t remember the last time I had all three kids in my house for dinner.” You smiled as he pulled away and took the dessert away from you, putting it in the fridge.

“That’s a good point, it's been so long since I’ve seen Shawn and Gus too, I’m kind of nervous.”

“Nervous for what?” your Dad inquired while he spun around and leaned against the counter.

“I’m not sure exactly. I mean Shawn and I have been doing so well recently that I don’t want to mess us up again.”

“You know you did nothing to mess up your relationship with him. It was really just your mother and me. Once you and she left, Shawn became such a rebellious kid.”

“Well that and the fact that he had a cop for a dad doesn’t help,” you laughed and your dad laughed too.

“Don’t blame yourself, kid. You didn’t do anything wrong. Unfortunately, you and Shawn got pinned against each other in the divorce and that wasn’t fair to either of you.” You nodded along with what your dad was saying and stayed silent for a second to see if your brother had arrived yet.

“Dad…is it true that Mom left you?” Your dad looked a little sad at the memory but gave a gruff nod in response. “Shawn thinks you left her. I didn’t say anything because I figured you or Mom should tell him, but why didn’t you tell him?”

“He was already so angry, but I couldn’t let him be any angrier at your mom. In his eyes, she took you from me and him, I’m not sure what reason he thinks that was for but I can’t imagine it's good.”

“Thank you for protecting me and Mom,” you said in a small voice with a tiny smile on your lips.

“Anything for my girls,” your dad smiled and gave you another hug. “Now, help me set the table!”

~That I’m not tellin’ the Truth~

Shawn and Gus arrived right after your dad finished cooking the steaks. “Gus!!!!” you nearly squealed and ran up to him. He let out a high-pitched squeal right back at you and you both embraced in a huge hug. Gus wrapped his arms around you to pick you up and spin you once before putting you back down.

“I can’t believe you’re back! I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again!”

“Well even if I didn’t move back here I would’ve come to visit!”

“Uh huh, almost 15 years and you never came back to visit,” Gus said with a matter-of-fact attitude.

“Fair point, fair point, however, I was working on my degree so I couldn’t totally afford to travel.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Shawn said while shaking his head. You gave him a big goofy smile and he did the same. You two embraced in a much more tender hug than the one you just shared with Gus. You both held each other tight, before pulling away and smiling at each other.

“How are you, Shawn?”

“Better now that you’re back in California. Maybe you can help take some of the heat off of me from Dad.”

“I don’t know,” you laughed and started to walk to your seat at the table. “I don’t get into nearly as much shit as you do.”

“Yeah, you’ll see. Santa Barbara has something out for us ‘Spencers’.�� You laughed and all sat down at the table while your dad brought the steaks over from the counter.

“I’m not even gonna let you guys ask about me,” you stated as you filled your plate with the sides of tonight's dinner. “Tell me all about this Psych business.”

“Oh, I’m not sure-” Gus started, taking a big bite of his food. “After all, you’re the one who's been gone.”

“Exactly! And I’m back now so you’ll have plenty of time to hear how my life in Colorado was. After Shawn would tell me about a case you guys had I would try so hard to find somewhere I could read about it but it never really worked.”

“Fine, but we need to hear about you too.”

“I swear, I’ll tell you some stuff, but my life has not been nearly as exciting as your guys.”

“Why do you say that?” Shawn asked. He had known about your accomplishments and was shocked you were downplaying them so much.

“I mean all I did was graduate high school, graduate college, get my Master’s degree and I started my own practice after receiving my Doctorate.”

“And you’re only 26 right now!” Shawn exclaimed and Gus raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement.

“That is pretty impressive.”

“Well when you’re doing the same thing as your mom, she tends to have some pointers about how to get things done quickly.”

“How is Mom?” Shawn asked and you shifted your eyes to your dad, who had been very quiet since dinner started. You assumed he just wanted to watch and listen to all three of his kids talk and get along. You knew the side of Shawn that was showing right now was not something your dad saw often. Your dad’s eye shot to yours and he smiled a little when he saw you looking at him.

“She’s good!” You continued, taking the smile as a ‘go ahead’. “She’s kicking ass in her own practice. She’s actually started traveling all over, performing psych evals on current and new law enforcement officers. She inspired me to do the same. So, although I have my own practice, once or twice a week, I’ll go around, not just to law enforcement, but to any business that wants to do psych evals on their staff.”

“Look at us! Two siblings who created their own businesses,” Shawn said excitedly and looked around the table. Gus shook his head and swallowed his food.

“Shawn, I love what we created, but it’s not nearly as impressive as your 26-year-old sister. We’re both 30-year-olds running a made-up business.”

“It is not made up!” Shawn declared and put his hands on the table. “We solve very real cases and earn very real money.”

“Sounds real to me,” you defended as you took a bite of food. “Best cases, go!”

“Solved a murder at the spelling bee.”

“Oh, we helped a guy with multiple personality disorder. If he’s still in town you may wanna talk to him. One of his personalities was trying to get gender reassignment surgery without the main personality knowing. And the other personality didn’t like that and started killing all the psychiatrists they went to,” Gus said as he pointed his fork at you.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I wanna hear after you tell me to talk to someone,” you replied sarcastically.

“We had an alien abduction case where a married couple was drugging and stealing from single men who went to a speed dating thing at a bar.”

“Where did the alien abduction come from?”

“That’s what all the victims said happened to them. They used some powerful drugs,” Gus explained. His eyebrows shot up when he remembered another case. “(Y/n), do you remember Scary Sherry?”

“Yeah, the lady who jumped out of the window of the asylum?”

“We had a case that involved that!”

“Yeah, some sorority girls accidentally scared a girl and she fell out that same window,” Shawn continued. “The dead girl's adopted sister went on a killing spree. Almost killed one of the detectives of the Santa Barbra Police Department because she was undercover.”

“Wow. All over some some prank because of an urban legend?” Your dad finally laughed and spoke up.

“These two numbskulls weren’t supposed to watch what happened. And technically they didn’t. They saw Sherry in the window and then when they opened their eyes she was gone. I was able to grab her and pull her back into the building before she jumped.” You looked at Shawn and Gus slackjawed.

“You’re telling me, you two started an urban legend?”

“That’s exactly what we did,” Gus said, very proud of himself. Shawn smirked before going back to their cases.

“I unearthed a T-Rex skull.”

“We, unearthed a T-Rex skull,” Gus corrected and you laughed.

“Like an actual full T-Rex skull?”

“Yeah, it's in the museum right now actually. I’ll have to take you to see it someday.”

“Before that, we made it to the finals on American Duos. We were Nigel St. Nigel’s bodyguards. He was the target of multiple assassination attempts.”

“Was he as much of a dick in real life as he is on the show?”

“Yes,” all three men at the table chimed in and you all laughed.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen all three of you agree on something. He must’ve been a real pain.”

“He also scored us poorly on what should have been the winning Duo of the season.” You could tell Gus was definitely still angry about that.

“We helped prove Jimmy Nichols's innocence in a murder case too,” Shawn added.

“You mean he didn’t actually kill someone? That’s out of character for him.”

“Hes a jockey too. Didn’t grow at all after middle school.”

“There was also that ring of thieves with the nanny cover. We found that because the Chief of the SBPD just had a baby and needed a full-time nanny.”

“The Chief hired you for that?”

“Yeah, it was supposed to be easy but Shawn had to read into everything like always.”

“And look what I got us, an organization that would rob people's houses by using their security cameras that come with the nannies.”

“That is pretty intense, I won’t lie,” you said and stood up, taking everyone's plates from them and cleaning up the dishes. Your dad got up to help you while Shawn and Gus kept talking about their cases.

“Dad was also a part of a creepy secret lodge. He didn’t want us involved but someone was murdered with the slightest venom of a snake from Brazil. The venom was put in the weird masks they had to wear.”

“Dad you were in a secret club?” You questioned and watched him frown as he grabbed the dessert you brought and started plating up the food.

“Yes, I was, but I wasn’t in it for long. Too many politics.”

“I love that for you. Your own secret club,” you laughed and took the plates of dessert back to the table.

“Those aren’t all of the cases we’ve solved though. Just the most memorable ones as of now.”

“Well I’m glad Psych is doing so well,” you smiled and ate some dessert. “If you guys ever need help just let me know, I’ll be happy to help. Especially right now, I don’t have as many clients as I did in Colorado just yet.”

“You know the SBPD might be hiring for a head psychiatrist position. We could put in a good word for you if you want,” Shawn offered and smiled at you.

“I’ll have to think about it for sure. Once you are your own boss, it's hard to go back to regular work.”

Everyone agreed with you and focused on their dessert. You and Shawn started reminiscing on old times and Gus and your dad would chime in every now and again. You were a big family again, and it was almost as if you hadn’t been gone for the past 14 years. And that’s exactly how you wanted it to be.

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wittyandobsessed · 6 hours ago

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𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✓ LONG REQUEST: Spencer and the reader have been fighting. An actual fight instead of their usual bickering. Shawn withheld information on a case yet again but this time it was for a case she had been obsessing over for months. “I told you who I was before we even dated. Why are you surprised?” Has been, thus far, his only real defense. The reader thought she could get used to it but after arguing in circles with Shawn and trying to find logic in his nonsense, she gets tired. Though it all came to a head when Shawn compared the reader to Lassiter. “This is why I don’t tell you these things. You two just get in the way whenever I could make it so much easier. And I do because news flash! I get the guy. Always, one hundred percent of the time, and remind me how you get your guy? That’s right. You don’t. I do. Me. Not you, or Lassie or even Buzz. Me” He regrets it almost as soon as the motor controlling his mouth sputters to a stop but it’s too late by then. For once the reader is at a loss for words. All except for “I’m leaving.” Shawn begins to apologize but he can’t get the words to leave his mouth before she leaves. He doesn’t know if he’d even be able to man up and do it after. She’s on her way to her own apartment before an anger rises up in her chest and she does a u-turn (legally turns into a parking lot to turn around) heading towards Carlton’s apartment. She knocks on the door and he’s just gotten home from the department. His tie is loose and he’s got a clean glass primed for whiskey. “You busy?” She asks. Not sure what direction it should go in from here so dealers choice! Yippeee!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Carlton Lassiter x Reader + Shawn Spencer

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Shawn is a douch in this one, sorry!

▸ Masterlist

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱! 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿!

The air in the Psych office was thick with tension, pressing against your chest like a weight, making it impossible to take a full breath. The case was over—wrapped up, solved, just another checkmark on Shawn’s endless list of victories—but this didn’t feel like a win. Not for you.

You stood in the center of the room, arms crossed so tightly your nails bit into your skin. Across from you, Shawn leaned against his desk, arms flung wide in that exasperated way of his, like you were the one being unreasonable. Like you were the problem.

“Look, I don’t know why you’re acting so surprised,” he said, his voice carrying that same familiar cocky edge. “I told you who I was before we even started dating.” He waved a hand through the air, like this was just another casual conversation and not the culmination of months—years—of frustration finally boiling over. “Why are you shocked that I act exactly like me?”

You let out a slow, measured breath through gritted teeth. “But Shawn! You hid information from me! I’m a detective—you can’t do that! I thought I could trust you.” The words tasted bitter, and for the first time, you weren’t sure if they were even true anymore. “You knew how much this case meant to me, how much time and effort I poured into it. I thought—” You cut yourself off before you say something you’ll regret. Instead, you shake your head. “I thought we were supposed to be a team.”

Shawn pushed off the desk, throwing his hands up. “We are a team!”

“No, Shawn, we’re not.” Your voice rose, but you didn’t care—not anymore. “Teams don’t lie to each other.” The words came sharp and unrelenting, like a blade honed over too many broken promises. “You didn’t just hold back information—you deliberately kept me in the dark. Again. You knew how much this case meant to me, and you did it anyway.”

His face twitched—just a flicker of guilt, there for a heartbeat before he buried it beneath his usual bravado.

“I got the guy, didn’t I?” he said with a shrug, like that was all that mattered. “You should be happy.”

You stared at him, disbelief hitting you like a slap. “Are you serious right now?”

He tilted his head, genuinely perplexed. “You’re acting like I did something wrong.” Then, with that insufferable smirk, he added, “But let’s do the math, shall we? Me keeping things to myself? Works. Me telling you and Lassie everything? Not so much.”

The anger in your chest sharpened, cutting deep. “Leave Lassiter out of this. This is between us.”

Shawn didn’t even blink. “This is exactly why I don’t tell you these things.” His voice was sharper now, frustration bleeding through. “You and Lassie just slow me down when I could wrap things up faster on my own. And guess what? News flash! I get the bad guy. Every. Single. Time.”

He leveled you with a look that burned. “And remind me again, how do you get your guy? Oh, that’s right—you don’t. I do. Me. Not you, not Lassie, not even Buzz. Me.”

The words landed like a punch, knocking the breath from your lungs. Maybe because it wasn’t just arrogance—it was condescension. Dismissal. Everything you’d been trying so hard to ignore, finally spoken out loud in the worst possible way.

For the first time in this entire argument, you had nothing to say.

And Shawn noticed. His mouth twitched—just a fraction, like maybe he wanted to take it back. But it was too late. The damage was done, and you both knew it.

You swallowed hard and shook your head. When you finally spoke, your voice was quiet. Steady. Controlled.

“I’m leaving.”

Shawn blinked, his confidence slipping for the first time. “Hey, hold on a sec—”

But you were already turning for the door. You heard him shift, a step forward—maybe reaching for you, maybe trying to fix what was already broken. But he hesitated. He always hesitated when it actually mattered.

And this time, you didn’t wait.

The door swung shut behind you.

You didn’t look back.

You stormed to your car, barely aware of your own movements, your breath coming fast and shallow. Your hands clenched around the steering wheel the moment you slid into the driver’s seat, knuckles turning white.

At first, there was only numbness—a hollow, empty space where anger and hurt hadn’t quite settled yet. But the longer you sat there, the more the weight of the argument pressed down on you, sinking in like a bruise you hadn’t noticed until someone pressed too hard.

And then it all came rushing in.

The arrogance. The secrecy. The blatant dismissal. Like your work, your instincts, you, didn’t matter.

Your jaw tightened, your vision blurring for a split second before you blinked hard, shoving it down. No. No way. You weren’t going to cry over this. Over him.

Instead, you threw the car into reverse, the tires kicking up gravel as you pulled out.

You should go home. Call it a night. Let it go.

But instead, your hands moved on their own, flipping the wheel, making a sharp U-turn in an empty parking lot. Before you even had time to second-guess it, you made your choice.

There was only one person who might understand.

Carlton Lassiter.

You pressed harder on the gas, heading straight for him.

Carlton Lassiter had just arrived home, and for the first time all day, he let himself relax. It had been another long, infuriating shift filled with incompetence, paperwork, and the kind of stupidity that made him seriously consider early retirement. Now, finally, he had peace and quiet.

His tie was loosened, his gun locked up in the safe, and he was about to pour himself a well-earned glass of whiskey when a sharp knock at the door shattered the stillness.

Lassiter froze, instincts kicking in.

It was late. Too late for casual visitors.

Few people knew where he lived, and even fewer ever bothered to show up unannounced.

His fingers hovered over the whiskey bottle for a second before he changed his mind. Instead, he went straight for his safe, retrieving his gun out of pure habit before making his way to the door. Every muscle in his body was tense, his senses sharpened as he peeked through the peephole, bracing himself for anything.

Except you.

Lassiter frowned, lowering the gun slightly as confusion flickered across his face. He unlatched the door and swung it open, still gripping the handle with one hand, the gun now hanging loosely in the other. His sharp gaze swept over you instinctively, taking in every detail.

You stood in his doorway, arms crossed, shoulders drawn in like you were trying to make yourself smaller. Your eyes—red-rimmed and glassy—stood out against the dim glow of the porch light. Had you been crying? No—fighting not to cry. Your exhaustion clung to you like a weight, pressing down hard enough that it seemed to steal the air from your lungs.

And that rattled him.

He was used to seeing you sharp, confident, standing your ground no matter what was thrown at you. This? This was different.

“Y/N?” His voice lost its usual clipped authority, softening in a way that felt almost foreign. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, shifting your weight, your fingers tightening around your own arms like you were holding yourself together. Then, quietly, you asked, “You busy?”

Lassiter raised an eyebrow, his sharp instincts already telling him the answer: This isn’t just a casual visit. This is something more.

Without another word, he stepped aside, lowering his gun completely as he gestured you inside.

“Come in.”

Lassiter closed the door with a quiet click and turned, only to find you pacing his apartment, your movements sharp, restless.

You were boiling.

He could feel it—the way your shoulders tensed, the way your hands clenched and unclenched like you were trying to physically grab hold of your emotions before they spiraled out of control. Lassiter had worked with you for years, long enough to know you inside and out. You were strong. Brave. Unshakable.

Not this.

Not this broken version of yourself standing in front of him now.

Anger curled in his gut, low and simmering. He didn’t need to ask who had done this to you. He already knew.

“This is about Spencer, isn’t it?”

The moment Shawn’s name left his lips, your breath hitched, and your eyes filled with tears—tears you immediately tried to fight back, biting your lip so hard it looked painful.

Something twisted in Lassiter’s chest.

He hated seeing you like this.

Whatever that idiot had done, he was going to pay for it.

But right now, you didn’t need his anger—you needed something else. Someone to listen. Someone to be there.

So, without another word, Lassiter walked to his safe, locked up his gun, and then poured two glasses of whiskey. When he returned, he found you still standing in the center of his living room, arms crossed so tightly it looked like you were trying to hold yourself together by force.

“Sit,” he said, his voice gruff but gentle. He guided you toward the couch, handing you the glass before settling beside you.

You took a gulp, your hands trembling slightly around the glass. You were trying so damn hard not to fall apart.

Lassiter watched you for a moment before speaking. “What did he do this time?”

And that was it.

The last thread holding you together snapped.

You shot up from the couch, pacing again, your frustration spilling out in waves.

“He’s impossible! He thinks he’s untouchable! That no one else is good enough!”

Your voice wavered, but you kept going, unloading everything—the case you had worked so hard on, the one that mattered to you. How you’d gone to Shawn for help, only for him to hold back crucial information until the last second—until he could swoop in, solve it himself, and take the victory.

And then, the fight.

Every word exchanged. Every wound reopened. Every ounce of trust shattered.

By the time you were done, your breath was shaky, your shoulders tense from holding everything in. And then, without permission, a single tear slipped down your cheek.

Lassiter was on his feet in an instant.

Before you could react, his hand was on your shoulder, grounding you, steady and firm. The other—hesitant, yet surprisingly gentle—caught the tear before it could fall any further.

You blinked up at him, startled.

Carlton Lassiter was not good at comforting people. He was gruff, awkward, and had a habit of saying things that came out sharper than he intended. But you had known him for years, and despite his hard edges, he had always been differentwith you.

Maybe because you always got along with him—even when no one else at the station seemed to appreciate him the way he deserved.

Or maybe because, despite everything, he cared.

No, that wasn’t quite right.

Lassiter wasn’t just fond of you. He had a soft spot? Please. That was putting it mildly.

He was in love with you.

And seeing you hurt—seeing you torn apart by Spencer, of all people—the man who had stolen you from him, the man who had wormed his way into your heart when Lassiter had never even had a chance?

It infuriated him more than he cared to admit.

Your eyes met his, your gaze swimming with emotions you were too exhausted to hide. And God, your eyes—wide, vulnerable, searching—made something in him ache.

For once, Lassiter didn’t fight the instinct to be tender.

“He doesn’t deserve your tears,” he whispered.

His voice was low, rough with anger, but his touch? Soft. Steady.

Lassiter’s hand lingered against your cheek, his thumb brushing away the last trace of your tears. He wasn’t the kind of man who knew the right words to say, wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things or offer empty reassurances. But when he spoke next, his voice was firm—grounded in certainty.

“If he can’t respect you,” he said, his tone softer now, “then he doesn’t deserve you.”

Your breath hitched slightly.

It wasn’t just the words—it was how he said them. There was no hesitation, no doubt. Like it was an undeniable fact.

And maybe it was.

For the first time in years, you felt… seen.

Appreciated. Cared for.

With Shawn, you had loved deeply, but you had always felt like you were grasping at something just out of reach. Like your love was a fire that burned bright, while his flickered inconsistently, dimmed by distractions, by his need for attention, for validation. He had always been moving—flitting from one thing to the next, never quite stopping long enough to really see you.

But Lassiter?

Lassiter was here.

Solid. Steady. Present.

Your lip trembled, and before you could think, before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned into him.

He didn’t pull away.

Instead, Lassiter let out a quiet breath and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest.

And God, it was the first time in so long that you felt like you belonged.

No proving yourself. No chasing after scraps of affection. No fighting to be enough.

Just this.

Just him.

You exhaled shakily against his shoulder, your fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. And maybe he was. Because the moment he tightened his arms around you, pressing you closer, something inside you settled. The ache in your chest dulled, the weight on your shoulders lightened, and for the first time in years, you didn’t feel like you were too much or not enough.

Because in his arms, you weren’t either of those things.

Your fingers curled gently into the fabric of his shirt, holding tightly, almost afraid he might slip away if you loosened your grip for even a second. His warmth enveloped you, safe and reassuring, and you found yourself leaning further into him, inhaling deeply the subtle, familiar scent of coffee, aftershave, and the faint lingering trace of whiskey.

“You deserve better,” Carlton murmured softly against your hair, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate deep in his chest, vibrating tenderly through you. “You always have.”

You closed your eyes tightly, fighting back fresh tears as those simple, genuine words filled the emptiness left by years of feeling unnoticed, unloved, and unappreciated. Your heart ached with bittersweet relief, and suddenly everything clicked into place—clearer now than ever before.

It had never been Shawn, no matter how desperately you had wanted it to be. Shawn had been excitement and laughter, but also carelessness, selfishness, and heartbreak; a flickering flame always just beyond your reach. But Carlton—Carlton had been there all along, patiently watching from afar, quietly supporting you in ways you’d never truly noticed until now.

Carlton had always seen you, respected you, even admired you, without demanding anything in return. And right now, standing here wrapped securely in his embrace, you realized with startling clarity that your heart had chosen him long ago—it had just taken you far too long to notice.

Slowly, Carlton shifted back just enough to gaze into your eyes, and the tenderness you saw in the endless depths of his blue gaze stole your breath away. His thumb brushed ever so gently over your cheek, his touch delicate and reverent, as though he feared any movement might shatter the fragile beauty of this moment.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered softly, the sincerity and raw emotion coloring his words making your pulse quicken. “You always have been. Shawn was a fool—he never knew what he had, never understood how lucky he was to have you.”

You swallowed thickly, lifting your hand to his jaw, fingers tracing softly over the stubble there, marveling at the way his breath seemed to catch at your touch. His eyes never left yours, searching your face, watching carefully for your response—hopeful, anxious, vulnerable in a way you’d never seen him before.

And then, with a tenderness that felt both natural and inevitable, you leaned up toward him, bridging the gap between you with unhurried certainty. Your lips brushed softly against his, tentative at first, testing and exploring. Carlton went perfectly still, almost hesitant, as though afraid to break the spell. But as the kiss lingered, his tension melted away, replaced by warmth, devotion, and a profound sense of relief.

His arms tightened gently around your waist, pulling you carefully, lovingly, impossibly closer. You felt the comforting weight of his hand on the small of your back, holding you securely, protectively, anchoring you to him as though you were the most precious thing in his world.

The kiss deepened slowly, filled with sweetness, honesty, and tenderness—no rush, no urgency—just two souls finally finding each other after years of silent yearning.

When at last you drew apart, breathless and trembling, Carlton rested his forehead gently against yours, eyes still closed, as though savoring the memory of the moment, committing every precious detail to his heart forever.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” he breathed quietly, vulnerability threading through his voice.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize,” you whispered gently, thumb tracing softly along his cheekbone.

Carlton sighed softly at your words, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed the faintest kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a long moment. His arms wrapped around you just a little tighter, as though he still couldn’t quite believe this was real, that you were finally here, with him, no longer slipping through his fingers.

He didn’t speak, didn’t rush to fill the quiet with words—he didn’t need to. Instead, he simply held you, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles along the small of your back, his other hand brushing through your hair in quiet reverence. He was grounding himself in you, in the weight of you against him, the way your body fit so naturally against his, as if it had always been meant to be this way.

And then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he kissed you again.

This time, there was no lingering doubt, no hesitation—only warmth, only the depth of a love that had waited too long to be spoken aloud. His lips moved against yours with quiet devotion, with an aching tenderness that unraveled every doubt, every old wound. He kissed you like he was making up for lost time, like he was promising that you would never have to wonder if you were loved ever again.

His hands held you as if you were something precious, something to be cherished, not just wanted. And God, it felt so different from anything you had ever known. This wasn’t the fleeting thrill of being wanted in the moment—this was home. This was safety.

You sighed softly against his lips, your fingers sliding up into his hair, and you felt the way his breath hitched in response. Carlton Lassiter, the man who was always so in control, so composed, shaken just by your touch. It made something deep inside you ache in the best way.

After a while, the exhaustion of the night began to settle into your bones, and as if he could sense it, Carlton gently pulled you with him as he laid back on the couch. He reached for the plaid draped over the armrest and pulled it over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders, holding you close against his chest.

You nuzzled into the warmth of him, listening to the steady, reassuring beat of his heart beneath your cheek. His arms remained wrapped around you, fingers idly stroking your back, a silent comfort that you never realized you had craved so desperately until now.

“You should sleep,” he murmured softly, his lips pressing a featherlight kiss against your hair.

You hummed in quiet agreement, already drifting, already feeling the pull of sleep as his warmth surrounded you, as his fingers brushed lazily through your hair.

For the first time in years, you felt safe.

For the first time in years, you felt loved.

As you lay there, curled against Carlton’s chest, wrapped in the warmth of his arms, you knew that tomorrow, you would have to face reality. You would have to tell Shawn it was over, have to let go of the past and everything you had tried so hard to hold onto.

But for once, the thought of starting over didn’t scare you.

Because maybe, just maybe, this time you weren’t starting over alone.

Maybe, just maybe, you were starting over with Carlton.

And with that thought lingering softly in your mind, you finally let yourself close your eyes, letting sleep take you in the safest place you had ever known.

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mrskanroji · 2 years ago

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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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tameodesza · 3 months ago

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𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐂

╰┈➤ ❝You're the WWF’s new commentator, and Shawn has a crush on you. ❞

╰┈➤ a/n: this my first time doing x reader, so i'm very rusty! made this longer than intended, but i hope you enjoy the ride. AO3.

╰┈➤ disclaimer: fluff, jealousy, slight angst, a smidge nsfw, brief vince mentions 🙃

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𓏧♡

You came to the WWF in 1994, making history as the first female commentator to join the company. You had a lot to prove in such a male-dominated field, but your hard work and extensive wrestling knowledge earned you the respect of your peers. ‧₊˚ You rose in popularity due to your looks, personality, and unique style of commentating that kept viewers glued to their TV screens. You were witty, quick on your feet, and a natural on the mic. Vince didn't truly know your worth until the ratings took a dip one week when you were out sick. From then on, he made it a point to have you on commentary for the more important shows and PPV’s. ‧₊˚ You had just as much buzz with the men backstage. You were stunning, humble, and carried yourself with class. You kept your nails done, hair did, and had an impeccable taste in fashion. You were alluring, but you kept to yourself, not letting many people in. You’d seen so many careers crash and burn in the business due to failed relationships. You refused to be added to that list. ‧₊˚ Even if you were open to dating, you never found anyone worthy of your time. The guys were either horny bastards looking for something to brag to the boys about, or they were nice guys that you weren’t attracted to. That all changed when you met Shawn. ‧₊˚ You’d caught his eye your first night on commentary. Throughout his match, he kept looking your way, nearly breaking his neck to catch a glimpse of the new girl. He later watched a tape of his match, something he usually did to see what he could improve on. Except instead of focusing on his performance, he was captivated by you. He listened intently, rewinding the tape just to hear you compliment him again. ‧₊˚ You two finally crossed paths one night after a show. “Hey, y/n. Thanks for putting me over last week.” ‧₊˚ You blinked in surprise, it being the first time a wrestler thanked you for doing your job. If anything, you were used to them complaining that you hadn’t put them over enough. You gave a soft smile. “It’s no problem. You put on a good show. Lawler was obviously trying to bury you,” you rolled your eyes. “It wasn't right. I was so close to saying something that would’ve gotten me suspended.” ‧₊˚ Shawn chuckled, holding your gaze. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t. TV wouldn’t be the same without you.” You raised your brows, causing Shawn to stutter, “Uh...for the fans, I mean! They would surely miss you.” Right. ‧₊˚ You hadn’t seen this side of Shawn – nervous, shy, fumbling over his words. It was a vast contrast to his ‘boy toy’ persona, but it’s what sparked your interest in him. When you were about to leave, he mustered up the courage to ask, “are you doing anything tonight?” ‧₊˚ The two of you talked all night at a local bar, your cheeks hurting from how much Shawn made you smile. You were obviously attracted to him, but you were more drawn by his personality. He was sweet, attentive, and so damn funny that your stomach ached from laughter. ‧₊˚ Shawn was just as smitten, if not worse. Admittedly, he’d initially asked you out in hopes of sleeping with you. With a body like yours, it was hard not to imagine what was underneath those clothes. But you were so much more than a one-night stand. You were smart, adorable, and matched his goofball energy. It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𓏧♡

Your friendship became platonic the more time you spent together. When you weren't working, you were either hanging out in Shawn’s locker room, eating together at catering, or sharing car rides between towns. ‧₊˚ The chemistry between you two was undeniable. You played off each other well – the obnoxious heel getting put in his place by the babyface commentator. ‧₊˚ It took some time for you to realize Shawn was using his boy toy gimmick as an excuse to flirt with you. He’d lay it on thick, sitting uncomfortably close as he called you cringe-worthy pet names. “You know you want me, baby girl” (think Massimo from 365 days 🤢 iykyk) . You’d remain in character, playing up your disgust for the cameras as you brushed him off with quick-witted remarks. ‧₊˚ Shawn made it a personal challenge to see how much he could throw you off your game. He’d blow you kisses at ringside, mention you in promos unprompted, babble random things into his headset, twirl your hair, play footsie with you under the table. He'd even hopped on the table once, shedding his jacket to show off his body. You acted annoyed, but he usually got you to crack a smile. ‧₊˚ Shawn really liked you and wanted something more. But because he sucked at ✨ communication✨, he resorted to more extreme measures. Like the time he stripped extra provocatively in the ring as if it were a mating call. You could only hang your head in shame when he almost flashed his dick. ‧₊˚ He was sure you’d be his girl after that, but when that didn’t work, he moved on to his next dumb bright idea. He got into a short fling with Sunny. They were all over each other, sometimes flirting right in front of you. Shawn had hoped it’d make you jealous enough to ask him out. But all it did was make you confused. He’d be sweet talking you one minute just for you to catch him making out with Sunny in a broom closet the next. He was sending mixed signals, and it made you wonder if he was playing you. If he wanted her, fine. The last thing you were going to do was chase after a man. ‧₊˚ This game of cat and mouse lasted for some time until Shawn's own jealousy came to surface. He’d seen you getting ‘cozy’ with Bret Hart in catering. In reality, Bret had been leaning over your shoulder, checking out your plate to see if the food would be edible that day. It was innocent, but it looked like flirting from Shawn’s vantage point. ‧₊˚ Shawn’s match with Bret that night was brutal. He was being extremely difficult, overselling his bumps, and even stiffing Bret a few times. You could tell this wasn’t a work based on Bret’s reactions, but you stayed professional on commentary, emphasizing how competitive athletes were in the WWF. ‧₊˚ You’d barely made it backstage when a pissed off Bret stormed your way: “Tell your friend the next time he decides to stiff me, he won’t leave the ring alive!” He meant every damn word of it. ‧₊˚ It wasn't the first time you’d gotten dragged into Shawn's bullshit, and you’d had enough. You headed to Shawn’s locker room, finding him aggressively packing his gym bag. “Hey, what the hell was that out there?” Shawn sneered, “What, you didn’t like me throwing your boyfriend around?” You took a pause. So Shawn was in one of those moods. ‧₊˚ Had it been any other night, you would have walked away to let him sulk to himself. But your frustrations from being constantly dragged into his backstage drama and your conflicted feelings over him and Sunny had reached a boiling point. The two of you got into a heated argument, each letting out your personal gripes. That’s when Shawn confessed. Well, it was a slip-up:  “Why do you even give a damn about me and Bret?! You and Sunny-” “I don't want her, I want you!” ‧₊˚ Shawn poured out his feelings to you, telling you everything he should have said a long time ago. You’re honest, too, opening up that you’ve liked him for some time but wasn't sure what he wanted. He cleared up any confusion right there as you shared your first kiss.

𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𓏧♡

Shawn flaunts you around loud and proud once you're official. Everyone knows. He doesn’t shut up about it. The word gets out to smart fans who circulate the rumor on the internet. The WWF doesn’t confirm nor deny your relationship status, but it becomes an open secret. Whenever Shawn’s in the ring, fans would wave around signs saying ‘Y/N’s Boy Toy.’ Shawn held that title with pride. ‧₊˚ You kept kayfabe alive, acting confused anytime someone alluded to you being involved with the insufferable Shawn Michaels. It became a running joke, fans actively participating by chanting your name when Shawn was in the ring. Shawn began color coordinating his outfits to match yours, knowing the fans would eat it up.  ‧₊˚ Now that you’re his girl, Shawn gets bold under the announce table. His hands would caress your thigh, playing it off as him rubbing his own leg. On the days you wore a skirt, he’d find ways to discreetly slip his hand between your legs. Shawn was a kinky man and would sometimes ask you not to wear underwear for easy access. ‧₊˚ On the few occasions you conducted backstage interviews, Shawn would feel you up, rubbing a hand on your ass while you struggled to rush out the question without stuttering. Your only saving grace was that the camera shot you from the chest up. Shawn considered it foreplay, and made quick work of fucking you before you were needed back at ringside. He secretly got off on seeing you walk stiffly in your heels back to the table, your hair hastily restyled and eyeliner slightly smudged after getting your back blown out. ‧₊˚ Shawn’s down bad for you. He wanted to be around you at all times. The kliq often joked, “don’t forget to grab your balls from her purse on the way out” ‧₊˚ You thought Shawn was sweet before, but he’s tooth-rottingly sweet once you’re together. He waited on you hand and foot, took the time to buy thoughtful gifts, helped you organize your notes for the night, and was there for you when things got tough. You're each other's support system, Shawn often leaning on you when he needed a voice of reason. You’ve talked him out of so many fights, you lost count. ‧₊˚ Whenever you’re mad at Shawn, he’d find any reason to be on commentary. At least then you’d be forced to talk to him (and you’re too nice to chew his ass out on live tv 🥺 👉👈) ‧₊˚ When Raw was filmed on Valentine’s Day, Shawn came out in his usual strut, handing you a single rose before making his way inside the ring. There were aww’s and a few jealous boo’s from the ladies in the crowd, but you didn't care. You were on cloud nine, but you still kept kayfabe: “a rose? how original” You hoped your sarcasm hid how gushy you felt inside. ‧₊˚ You were there for Shawn’s accomplishments. From ladder matches with Razor Ramon to his Iron Man match with Bret, Shawn looked at you for strength before wrestling those history-making matches. You were teary eyed the night Shawn won the WWF title, silently cheering your boyfriend as he achieved his childhood dream.

𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𓏧♡

As your relationship with Shawn strengthened, your friendship with Bret deteriorated. It was sad, really. You and Bret were once close. He was the first person to welcome you to the company. You were an honorary Hart, a title given to you by Owen. But when the hatred brewing between Bret and Shawn leaked over into your friendship, it was hard to remain neutral, especially when they bad mouthed each other so openly. You could only straddle the fence for so long until you were forced to pick a side. ‧₊˚ You were there the night of Montreal. You watched Bret’s face drop as the bell rang. Watched him realize he’d been screwed. Watched him tear the place apart. Looked him in the eyes, seeing the betrayal behind them. “You knew, didn’t you,” he accused. “No, Bret. I swear I didn’t!” But he’d already walked off, leaving a path of destruction behind. ‧₊˚ You felt horrible. Shawn had told you some shit was going to go down, but you had no idea this was what he meant. Bret didn’t believe you. You had to have known. With how close you and Shawn were, there was no way you weren’t in on it, too. But you didn’t know. Shawn had kept you out of the loop, wanting to keep you as far away from this mess as possible. ‧₊˚ That night was rough for everyone, especially Shawn. You had so many questions, but it wasn’t the time to ask. You were there for him, holding him throughout the night as he cried from the immense guilt he felt. With you, he could be the most vulnerable. He opened up about how he felt like he didn’t have a choice. How he felt indebted to Vince. How they all thought Bret would take the belt to WCW. You didn't agree with everything he said, but you listened. And that’s all he could ask for. You two became even stronger after that.

𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬𓏧♡

Things got easier after the noise died down. DX was on top, ratings were through the roof, and your relationship with Shawn was flourishing. But one call from Eric Bischoff threatened to change everything. He wanted you as a commentator on WCW, offering a large sum of money that far surpassed what you were currently being paid. ‧₊˚ You sat on the information for a few days, not knowing how to bring it up to Shawn. It was a lot to process. You weren't hurting for money by any means, but it had always bothered you that you were paid less than the men. You even made less than the new guy, Michael Cole. You knew your worth, and it seemed like Bischoff did, too. ‧₊˚ But you couldn't leave. Not now. Not when Shawn was still hurting over the loss of Kevin, Scott, and Sean to WCW. You, Hunter, and Chyna were all he had left. News of you leaving would devastate him. ‧₊˚ You didn't have to say anything for Shawn to know something was bothering you. He'd been waiting for you to come to him, but decided to ask what was wrong as you made your way to the hotel. You were hesitant to tell him but decided to rip off the band aid. Shawn was pissed, his jaw clenched as he said, “I guess money means more to you than our relationship.” You scrambled to explain that it wasn't the case. That you hadn’t even made a decision yet. "There shouldn’t even be a decision to make!” ‧₊˚ Things were icy between you two for a couple days. Shawn didn't eat with you in catering. He left arenas early. He slept in Hunter's hotel room. You started having doubts, fearing Shawn was either cheating or about to break up with you. ‧₊˚ Truth was he needed time to think of a way to fix this. After what he did for Vince, the man owed him a few favors. But you didn’t have time to wait. Bischoff was putting the pressure on you to make a decision. But you didn’t feel comfortable giving an answer without talking to Shawn again. ‧₊˚ You were unexpectedly called to Vince’s office. “I heard about the offer”. Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything Vince raised a quieting hand. “I’m not mad. I get it. You’re a great commentator. You’d be valuable to any company. But I want to keep you here.” ‧₊˚ He amended your contract, giving you a salary even larger than Bischoff’s offer. You didn’t need much time to think on it. The WWF had been your home for so many years. You’d made friends. You’d even found love. And with the bump in pay, staying was a no-brainer.  ‧₊˚ You left his office feeling a million pounds lighter. A knowing smile graced your lips as you headed towards Shawn’s locker room. “Any idea why Vince just gave me a pay raise out of nowhere?” ‧₊˚ Shawn may have let it slip that you were leaving for WCW and threatened to leave too if you weren’t offered more money 🥺 👉👈 ‧₊˚ You didn't know whether to be mad at him for telling your business to Vince or impressed that he’d gotten you a better deal. The fact that he fought for you this hard, even foolishly putting his career on the line, made you want to spend the rest of your life with him.

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𓏧♡

You went on hiatus when Shawn injured his back. You were with him every single day from the time of surgery to his bedrest in Texas. You unofficially moved in, going above and beyond to make sure Shawn was taken care of. The months Shawn spent with you made him realize he needed to put a ring on it. ‧₊˚ Hunter's the best man at your wedding (shocker). ‧₊˚ You and Bret get your friendship back after his reconciliation with Shawn. ‧₊˚ You retired from announcing the same year Shawn retired from wrestling. Years later, you were inducted into the hall of fame. Shawn gave the sweetest induction speech, going into how you two met, how you fell in love, how he’s your biggest fan. Everyone’s crying by the end of it. 

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asriel-2 · 4 months ago

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I Can Treat You Better

Paring: Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re speaking to Jenna about your ex boyfriend that broke up with you. Things seem to escalate from then on.

Warning: Profanity

Authors Note: Ngl, I got lazy and rushed a bit. So I apologize if there is any mistakes.🫡

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You and Jenna were bestfriends since childhood. No matter the situation you both would be there for each other.

And of course you call her to meet up with you, and talk about your toxic relationship with your boyfriend. Well ex boyfriend.

There was a thing about your best friend that you didn’t know. Jenna had been falling for you hard. Ever since you were kids and it never seemed like her feelings for you would stop anytime soon.

When she heard you got a boyfriend she was absolutely devastated, but she knew that she needed to stay positive and supportive for the sake of your friendship.

So when she heard you guys broke up she couldn’t help, but feel a little relieved.

You’re currently here with Jenna, sitting at a table in a restaurant, gossiping about how toxic he was, while Jenna listens.

“I can’t believe I even dated that guy. He was a fucking jerk. I was just too blind to notice,” You rolled your eyes to the thought of him and grumbled as you took a sip of your drink.

“Yeah, Y/N from the way you described him he is a total asshole, I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Jenna commented.

“I know right!? Who the hell does he think he is, moving on so fast. Actually.. I’m going to see who he decided to leave me for, I feel sorry for them.”

As you pick up your phone to go look you kept on rambling about him, but Jenna still seemed to listen no matter how much you talked, not taking her eyes off you for even a second.

Jenna finally decides to speak again after you’ve been angrily talking about your ex.

“I can treat you better than he can,” Jenna says quietly but loud enough for you to hear.

You then put down your phone, and look at your friend after those words came out of her mouth.

“What did you say, Jen?,” You looked at Jenna Ortega with confusion.

You were so oblivious to Jenna’s feelings towards you.

Jenna finally snaps out of her loving gaze she was staring at you with, and immediately started to think about something to cover up what she just said.

“I meant that he treated you shitty. If I were him I wouldn’t have ever thought of leaving,”

“Oh, exactly! I was such a good girlfriend to him. Still he chose to be disloyal.”

After you said that, there was some silence between you two until you spoke again.

“Yknow I’m so glad we’re friends, Jen,”

As those words left your mouth Jenna couldn’t help, but smile. “Im glad too, Y/N,”

There’s a thing about you that made her fall in love. You always made her feel wanted when she was with you. You were truly a great friend to her. She just wishes you both could be more.

You smile back at her, but then you soon realized that you had to get back to your house, because you were about to have company over.

“Shit! I lost track of time. I’m sorry but I have to leave. I’ll text you when I get home.”

You grabbed your things, quickly pay for the bill, and leave. But not without giving Jenna a hug.

Jenna wished that hug would’ve lasted longer but fully understood you had other places to be. And with that, Jenna also puts all her stuff in her purse and returns to her apartment.

She went ahead and hopped in the shower for 30 minutes, and then went to get dressed in her pajamas to relax.

Jenna checked her phone, and saw the message you left for her 10 minutes ago.

It read, “Me family came. sorre that we could not had talke more longer :(”

jenna saw the message, and texted her back, “No worries. Also Y/N your grammar is awful.”

“Go fuck yourself, Ortega”

Jenna snickers at your response, “no need to get angry Y/N, Im going to go to sleep, love you.”

Jenna texted that, and went ahead to close her phone. She laid down on her bed, about to go to sleep but she had a notification pop up on her screen saying,

“Love u toooo”

Jenna Ortega smiled brightly at the sight, and then went to sleep.

The next morning she was awaken to noise in her kitchen. She lives alone.

She knew being famous would mean meeting crazy fans, but not a person breaking into her home!

The poor girl was already jumping into conclusions.

She quickly grabbed her pepper spray and walked slowly to the kitchen, and saw that the persons back was facing towards her.

The mysterious person turns around when they heard footsteps stop. As they do, they get sprayed in the eye with pepper spray.

It turns out it was just you making breakfast for Jenna.

Once Jenna noticed it was you she immediately threw the pepper spray on the ground.

You screamed in agony as you fell on the ground.

“WHAT THE FUCK, JEN!?”

Jenna may had forgot that she gave you the keys to her apartment.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!”

She quickly ran to get you water. As soon as you got the water you poured it on your eyes, hoping that the pain will go away.

Newsflash, it didn’t.

It still helped ease the pain though. Jenna kept on apologizing as she sat you down in her bedroom.

“Jenna please be quiet, it was an accident it’s fine”

“No Y/N that was completely my fault. I totally forgot that I gave you a key to my apartment. Yknow how fans are these days. Can you at least open your eyes”

“I’ll try,” You say as you opened both of your eyes, but not completely. All you saw when you opened your eyes was Jenna’s face close to yours.

Jenna obviously knew what she was doing but has to stay professional because she was the one who caused this.

“Just wait a few minutes. It’ll feel better. I’m sorry again”

You nodded, and closed your eyes again as your back laid down on Jenna’s bed.

It had been quiet for a few minutes and Jenna went ahead, and broke it.

“Y/N, can I just say something really quick. I know this isn’t the time, but you’re already here.”

You sighed and sat up in Jenna’s bed again, you could now open your eyes again without it hurting like hell, “Go ahead and say it, Jen.”

What you didn’t prepare for is that Jenna was about to confess her whole entire feelings to you.

The girl took a deep breath in before speaking, and she spoke quickly, “Y/N I can’t hold back my feelings for you anymore. I had feelings for you for a while, and I mean, a while. I know this isn’t the proper time, because I just pepper sprayed you, and your boyfriend broke up with you, but I feel like I wouldn’t have an opportunity like this again if I don’t say my feelings for you. I love you I really do. I can treat you better than those guys, if you just gave me the chance to do so.

You stared at Jenna with wide eyes, your mouth open in shock and you trying to process all that she said.

This is why she never spoke about her relationship status, this is why she avoided questions about having an crush, this is why.

It’s all starting to come together now.

You actually did not know what to do in this situation. Your best friend had romantic feelings for you. How could you be this dumb.

But then, Jenna let her inner thoughts win over her, and hesitated before grabbing both sides of your face and pulling you into a kiss.

You were even more stunned when she did that.

You felt her try to deepen the kiss and you instantly pull away.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t deal with this today..”

You quickly get off her bed and leave the apartment.

Leaving her disappointed and guilty on why would she do that and say that.

First your boyfriend broke up with you. Second, you get pepper sprayed by your bestfriend, because she thought you were an intruder. Lastly, that bestfriend confessed her feeling for you, and kissed you.

This is a lot to take in

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salemshotspot · 10 months ago

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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

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crazyk-imagine · 3 months ago

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Hi I have a Shawn Spencer x police sketch artist reader

The reader is very artsy and enjoys wearing 70s style hippie outfits and is Lassie’s best friend. She ends up telling Lassie her feelings for Shawn and she attempts to hide her feelings and sketchbook from Shawn without him or Gus catching on (they do) and Lassider being the worst wingman ever

Bell Bottom Sleeves and Blabbering Wingmen

Pairing: Shawn Spencer x Police Sketch Artist!reader

Characters: Shawn Spencer, Burton "Gus" Guster, Police Sketch Artist!reader, Carlton Lassiter, Juliet O'Hara, Buzz McNab, Jacob (other sketch artist)

Warnings: Fluff, Lassie being cringey, terrible wingman, he tried, Shawn feelings accidentally get hurt, reader is semi ditsy, the three spying on Shawn and reader, Lassie is a yapper shockingly, reader stays in his car whenever, the oddest besties, Gus and Shawn banter, so reader dresses like a hippie, and semi talks like a hippie, why did the hippie clothes and lingo go out of style, jive turkey meet Carlton, reader likes to give odd nicknames, Carlton knows about the crush, does not approve, wanted the band aide put back on when he found out, Carlton is still oblivious to reader's lingo, reader has beef with another sketch artist, reader's nickname is bell bc of her clothes

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Omg, fav psych request yet, lol. This was so fun to write! We love Lassie being the absolute worse wingman ever! I feel like that would be cannon and if not, well now in my mind it is

Jive turkey: A person who tries unsuccessfully to be cool

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You set your leg down, careful not to drop it as it feels heavy.

You shake and faintly hear a door slam shut.

“Hi, Carl’s Jr.”

The man screams and flails his arms around at your voice.

He sighs and turns around, “what are you doing in the back of my squad car?”

You don’t say anything.

He sighs. “Are you hiding from him again?”

You pout your lips, continuously moving your hand, working on the hair. “No.”

“You know it’s a crime to lie.”

“Under oath.”

He grumbles under his breath.

The corner of your mouth twitches but you stop yourself from smiling.

You push yourself up and bend forward, setting your sketchbook to the side as you rest your elbows on the center console. “Carlton,” you whine.

“What?” He mocks you.

You raise your head, resting it on your hand as your bell bottom sleeve falls to your elbow. “Why must you be one with the enemy?”

He shakes his head, “I’m not with the enemy. The only enemy here is you and believe me, I know that enemy quite well.”

“I didn’t realize you and I had fought before.”

He turns his head, staring at you, who looks at him with no expression. If he had to describe the way you looked at this moment, he’d say the lights were on but no one was home.

He shakes his head. “You know, as much as it pains me to say this, and it does, just walk up to him and say,” he gestures to you. “You know and then leave it at that.”

You grimace, dropping your head into your hands. “That is literally the worst advice ever. You sound just like the other jive turkeys’, I went out with in high school.”

“Thank you,” he straightens his tie.

You glance at him from the corner of your eyes. “I- I can’t.”

“You can,” he nods, “you’re just choosing not to.”

You shake your head. “You’re right, I’m choosing not to make a fool of myself because I don’t want to be proven that I’m an idiot for going after a guy who is well out of my league.”

He opens his mouth, his voice dies down as you exit the car.

Juliet attempts to greet you but you wave in return as you run by her.

You bounce up the steps, your colored flowy shirt seemingly getting brighter, pulling in the few policemen nearby.

One was nice enough to open the door.

“Oh, thanks, Buzz.”

He smiles as you enter.

You walk down the hallway making your way to Carlton’s desk to raid it for the new pencils you bought and stashed inside.

‘Jacob’s not getting them today,’ you inwardly grumble.

The other sketch artist at the office often steals your pencils. Why?

You still don’t know and haven’t cared to ask but it gets you riled up every time he’s done it.

You didn’t know it was him who was your pencil thief until Shawn-

You turn the corner and bump into someone. “Hey, not cool man. Watch where you’re-” You look up and find- “what’s crackin', Guster.”

He still isn’t used to your well, spunky behavior, and hands you back your sketchbook and the few loose pages that fell out, furrowing his brows at the hair in the drawing.

“Not much- uh- what were you drawing there?” He asks.

You owlishly blink, rushing to stuff everything back inside. “No one- nothing, nothing. Why? You trying to get your own portrait, Guster?” You joke, wanting to avoid the conversation.

He senses the lack of staying on the topic and smiles. “No, no,” he runs a hand over his head, “you wouldn’t be able to get my hair right,” he jokes.

You pause, the corner of your lips twitch. “Ah, you might be right. I couldn’t dare try and copy perfection.”

“That’s right, that’s right,” he walks away, slightly limping.

You smell his cologne before he says a thing. “Why’s Guster walking like a pimp?”

Shawn stiffles his laugh, “oh you know him, his spasms come out of nowhere now.”

“I do not have spasms, Shawn!”

“Alright, fine, fine. He doesn’t have “spasms” but he did injure his leg.”

Your jaw drops, “oh no, how?”

“Chasing the ice cream man,” he says not chalantly.

You purse your lips and tilt your head. “Uh huh. Okay.”

Carlton walks by you and takes a seat at his desk.

“Where did you move my pencils?”

“Oh, you mean my pencils.”

You roll your eyes, “c’mon, Carl’s Jr. This isn’t dy-no-mite. I need them.” You whine.

He shrugs, “too bad.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“So- uh- Spencer,” the head detective changes the subject. “What- uh- what are you doing tonight?”

Shawn whirls around you, placing his hands on Carlton’s desk. “Why do you ask?”

Carlton clears his throat, “no- no reason, I was just,” he nervously chuckles, “can’t a guy ask a question?”

“Sure, a guy can ask a question but you can’t.”

Your best friend lets out a fake laugh at the psychics joke. “No but- uh- seriously, what are you doing?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I was uh- planning a- an outing?”

Gus walks back into the station when he realizes that his friend isn’t following him.

“That sounds more like a question.”

“I’m planning a get-together and I was kindly inviting you but now-”

“No, no.” Shawn chuckles, “Lassie, Lassie, don’t revoke my invitation when I haven’t even gotten a chance to accept it.”

Carlton raises a brow, “so you do want to come?”

The psychic pauses, “I mean. How could I deny a Lassie invitation.” He smirks before turning to you. “You’ll be there right?”

Your eyes widen, “uh-”

A pat on your back brings you back to reality. “Of course, she is. There’s no way she would miss one of my get-togethers.”

You turn your head to look at him before warily turning it back to the two best friends. “Yeah, I’ll- I’ll be there.”

He pats the desk. “Now it’s a party.”

“It’s not a party,” the head detective corrects him.

Shawn smiles before turning around and walking away, “it’s definitely a party. See you there, Bell.”

You turn back to Carlton and smack his arm. “Why did you do that?”

“First off, laying your hands on an officer, a detective no less-”

“Oh cry me a river later, there’s no peace here now. Why did you-” Your brain has a hard time processing. “How could you-”

“I got you a date.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. “A date- a date? Carl’s Jr, you haven’t even got me my new pencil I asked for. I don’t know why you think you’ve gotten me a date.”

He shakes his head. “Go talk to the chief, she needs you.”

“Oh does she now?”

“Bell!”

You quickly grab your sketchbook and pencil out of his hand. “Coming, Chief.”

You make your way to the restaurant Carlton texted you about and threw on the outfit Juliet had left for you.

You know he had to have let her in before you got home otherwise you would have seen them when you got home.

You entered the restaurant and are a little worried at the fact that no one else is here, other than your waiter, Gus. “I offered.”

“You offered to be a waiter?” You ask, crossing your arms. “Since when would you do that?”

“Because-”

“Oh, Gus, I didn’t realize you were here too. What’s on the menu, buddy?”

Gus grabs the silver covered try and sets it down as soon as Shawn takes a seat. “Your guy's favorite.”

You furrow your brows as Shawn gasps.

“Oh yay, oh yay,” he cheers, clapping his hands like a child. “Jerk chicken with jerk chicken sauce.”

“And for dessert-”

“No,” the psychic nearly loses his breath gasping.

Gus nods. “Pineapple slushies.” He sets them down, placing your own swirly straw in it. “Enjoy.”

You're so enthralled by the meal, you almost forget to ask him- “where’s everyone else?”

Gus pauses, his eye twitching. He doesn’t turn around, knowing his best friend will know what they did. “Everyone had plans. Goodnight guys.”

He sprints out of the restaurant, dropping his head as he makes his way to the car.

“Drive! Drive! Drive!”

“What the hell happened?” Carlton asks.

“They’re onto me, just drive.”

Juliet shakes her head and gestures for her partner to go.

You turn back to Shawn, who is entertained by his straw. “You having a groovy time, Shawn.”

He nods, smiling before quickly detaching his mouth from the straw, holding his head.

“That’s on you.”

“Brain freeze. Help.”

You smirk and start eating, knowing he’ll be fine.

“Whew! That would not go away.”

You hum in agreement. “I didn’t realize you liked this too.”

You nod, “Carl’s Jr always makes fun of me though.”

Shawn hums, “I could see it.” He then mimics your friend.

“Oh my god, that’s exactly what he sounds like.” You grab a napkin and cover your mouth to keep yourself from making a mess as you laugh.

“You know,” he clears his throat. “I think they did this on purpose.”

“Did what?”

“This,” he gestures to the table.

“Oh, you think they planned on- oh god,” you lower your head into your hands. “So not cool,” you whimper to yourself.

“Are you okay?”

Your head snaps up. “Do I sound okay?”

He raises his hands in defense, “okay, okay… But I mean, is it so bad?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

He gets quiet. “I didn’t realize going out with me was so bad.”

Your eyes widen, “oh my- that is not at all what I meant.” You close your eyes and cover your face. “I just meant- you know, the fact that they set this up is bad because Carlton and everyone else clearly thinks I’m not good at this.”

“Not bad, just shows you're more nervous than I was.”

You lower your hand, “you were nervous.” You scoff, “I don’t believe that.”

“I was. I swear I was but- well, this,” he pulls a folded piece of paper out of his pocket. “This changed my mind.” He sets it down in front of you.

You open and find your latest drawing of him. Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “Oh god.”

“No, no, don’t freak out. That’s not very groovy of you.” \

You narrow your eyes at him, “you’re dishonoring your father’s past.”

“Eh, maybe but it did get you to stop freaking out.”

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

“Well, that’s not fun for anyone.”

You giggle. “Okay, okay. I,” you sigh. “I might have drawn this portrait of you but you weren’t supposed to find it.”

“Well, I’m happy I did and a little more excited to know that you bumped into me earlier otherwise I wouldn’t have wanted to do this until you decided to stop waiting and went off to-”

You lean closer and pull him in for a kiss.

He easily leans into it once he realizes what you two are doing.

“Gross,” Carlton grimaces.

“Aw, Carlton. It’s cute, they finally admitted they like each other,” Juliet tells him.

“Finally Shawn has someone else to bug about sporadic food trips.”

“I didn’t want to see my best friend making out with some psychic. Here. O’Hara take this and-”

“Oh my god, you two are so dramatic. If you didn’t want to see it then why are we still here?”

“Oh no, they’re coming out,” the head detective sinks into his seat.

“Well isn’t this a nice surprise,” Shawn starts. “Looks like the gang's all here.”

You roll your eyes listening to him.

“I expect you to make sure she gets home safe, Spencer.” Your best friend pauses, staring at the psychic with a serious expression. “And if you don’t, well, we don’t need to go there. You two have a good night.”

The three drive off.

“Did- he doesn’t mean it, right?”

You purse your lips, knowing your best friend fully meant what he said. “We should go.”

“He’s not going to murder me and bury me alive is he.”

“You can’t be murdered and buried alive, Shawn.”

“He’d find a way.”

You hum, “okay, honey.”

He quiets down and smirks at your use of a nickname.

“Okay, now that you’re home, you can call your bestie and tell him that his bestie made it home safe.”

You slowly turn your head around, “I’d feel safer if you stayed the night.”

He stares at you with a surprised expression. “Oh, well then, how am I to deny a lady her request?”

You smile. “Good because now we can watch the movies I was telling you about.”

He pauses in your doorway, holding onto the door frame. “No.”

You turn around and stare at him with a sad expression. “You don’t want to watch them?”

“No, I do but it’s like- you read my mind. I mean, yeah I want to do other things but you looked so excited talking about them, I- I wanted to see what made you like them so much.”

The corners of your lips slowly raise at his comment. “Well then we should change.”

You open your eyes and push yourself further into the warmth of Shawn’s chest. ‘Damn, he’s a good cuddler.’

You’re surprised when your alarm goes off and you turn it off, pulling your phone closer, opening your messages.

Carlton sits down at his desk as his phone buzzes.

BestieArtist

“You’re a terrible wingman who gets excellent results” Sent Read 8:39am

He shakes his head, knowing you two had a good night and is not ready for you two to be all lovey dovey at the station.

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goldblumluv · 4 months ago

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FIRST TIME HUGH REALISES HE IS ATTRACTED TO YOU

I’ve just finished Flawless and I just love a cowboy romance and a lot of what I’ve read it is grumpy x sunshine. This isn’t a cowboy Hugh story but I like the idea of like a forbidden romance / he shouldn’t like you (but he does) but he kind of acts out to pretend he doesn’t like you.

tags: female reader. Hugh’s POV. Angst. Slow burn. Confusion. Some fluff.

w/c: 4.5k

summary: you are a makeup artist on set of deadpool and wolverine. you’ve actually managed to get assistant head of makeup so you’re quite high up and you do work a lot on Hugh (and a little on Ryan) - instead of extras etc. you’re one month in so you’ve started to build a work relationship with Hugh but it’s starting to get flirtatious and the next level. Hughs POV (I love when books do this)

“More lube” Shawn shouts. She comes running over with a bottle in hand. I can see her cheeks flush pink as she touches me and her breaths become deeper. I must admit I didn’t take my eyes off her as she rubbed across my chest and down my stomach. Luckily, everyone is moving equipment to get ready for this scene, so it feels like it’s just us. She doesn’t even look at me once, so I know she’s avoiding my eye contact. She acts so confident back in the trailer but seeing how innocent she is right now is driving me crazy. Has she not touched a lot of men before? Why is she shying away? When she finishes she playfully slaps me right on the chest, but is giving me the eyes. “All done” she says with a devilish smile. Her back is turned before I could say something; she is giving Shawn the thumbs up to let her know she’s ready so I also throw up a thumbs up. I check her out one last time. As times got on her makeup has got less and her hair is a bit more carefree, and she’s only more beautiful for it. Plus it makes me feel good she’s obviously feeling more relaxed and comfortable. However today she is wearing a tight top plus tight jeans, which only highlight the curves of her body. I change the direction of my gaze quickly because I can feel an erection growing.

After filming, we go back to the trailer. I hardly speak to her. I don’t want to. This is the first time it’s gone from puppy love to Oh, I want to have sex with you. I want to see what you look like naked. And I can’t be having these thoughts for oh so many reasons. We work together. She is younger than half my age. My divorce hasn’t even gone public yet. Can you imagine I’m seen with a 25 year old before the divorce has gotten public? We start walking together whilst she’s telling me how good the shooting went, asking if I hurt. She’s caring and reassuring. She quickly gets out of her phone and picks up her pace whilst I stay trailing behind. Part of me knows she’s doing it cause she feels awkward at my lack of response but her walking ahead, is not helping my cause right now. It’s just us in the trailer. It’s the end of the shoot, so she’s just taking everything off me. The dirt, the lube, the eyebrow gel that colours in the greys in my beard that are probably… no… are older than her. She steps back, “what’s up? you’re being off” “I’m just tired” “hm” She carries on her job. I’m lying through my teeth. The radio is filling the silence between us. I can tell from that murmur she’s defensive straight away, not believing me. “Do you want to get food?” I feel my dick twitch. Is she asking me out? “I think I’m just going go back to the hotel” She is asking me out and I deny her which I hate. “You might feel better if you eat” persuasive. “Honestly I’ll be better tomorrow, I’ve just hit my wall”

I usually help her tidy up at the end of the day. I still do this. If I don’t I know she will be on my back, hurt, upset or confused. “You can go, if you want, I don’t mind” “No it’s fine, you’ll be able to leave quicker if I help” Even though I do have a crush on her like a 16 year old boy that’s just got his first dose of testosterone, I am still 56 and need to act like it. I know how she organises everything. We leave together. We’re staying in the same hotel but how you imagine, me and Ryan and Shawn are up top whilst she’s lower down. Which I believe isn’t fair. I don’t need the biggest room. We take the elevator and when it reaches her floor she fist bumps me, almost like she’s a 16 year old boy as well. I wonder if she feels the same? How do you know? How you do know especially when the girl very obviously does not know how to talk to men?

After a few hours she texts me. This is normal routine again. It won’t be a full conversation, considering we see each other in person nearly every day, so you might as well save the conversation for in person. It’s usually along the lines of she’s listening to a song I’ve recommended or a film I’ve spoke about. And to be honest, I do the same back. I really want to know what inspires her. She texts me a photo of her out for dinner, with a man’s hands. I immediately heat up with jealousy. Who the fuck is that? I’m trying to think of seeing her day to day speaking to any men, there’s a couple on her team. She speaks to Ryan and Shawn. I know she’s spoken to lighting and cinematography and the camera men when she’s asking for their opinions on how it looks. But does she really spend a lot of time talking to a man? That’s not me? No. And we are shooting in England, but she said she’s so far from her hometown and she has no one this way. I want to bite and ask her, but the more that this is entertained the deeper and worse it’ll be. So I don’t.

I start to fist my dick to the thought of her. My plan today is not working, at all. After I finish, I just think about this guy. Which ruins the mood completely. Part of me wants to tell Ryan, but not yet. Especially in the middle of shooting. I don’t want Ryan to also be awkward around her.

The next couple of days are well… awkward. I don’t know what to do. You know the last time I was in this situation? Never. You know last time I was getting feelings for someone? Over 30 years ago. At first, I’m met with a lot of “you’re quiet” which feels like her prodding and asking what’s going on, without saying it. “I don’t like it” she says outright. Yeah, me neither. She doesn’t let my grunts deter her for a while. She could possibly have a conversation with herself I’ve discovered. I found out the guy she went to food with was someone on lighting. Closer to her age. I’ve seen them speak a couple of times and didn’t think anything of it. I thought she was giving her opinion and asking for his. Now there’s another guy in the mix? Jesus Christ. But luckily she blurts out she doesn’t like him, and she’s just someone she’s found as a friend but she doesn’t know if he feels like that. Which eases me a bit, but not entirely. I don’t want him here at all. “Was it a date?” That might be the first full question I’ve muttered and I can see the slight eyebrow raise of shock. “I didn’t think so. We were just texting about food and he asked if we should go get some and I thought I’m hungry so why not. But I didn’t put any effort in. And we went back afterwards. I don’t know if he put effort in” Right, so if I got over myself, that could’ve been us. Whether we went out for greasy food and ordered greasy food to us, I had the invite first.

Tensions are high. She’s meeting my passive aggression with…. Passive aggression. She really does give out the energy she gets. I wish she understood this was for the better. Times of walking to set together is now met with excuses for “I’ll meet you there” and on breaks she finds some of her team to sit with. One day Ryan asks where I’m going and I reply I’m going eat in my trailer. Like that was the plan all along. He looks concerned but lets me do it. How have I messed this up. I sit and eat and just think about how I’ve built up this relationship and pushed her out.

One day she was sitting with Luke- this lighting guy on break. I don’t say anything but I ping with jealousy. At the end of the shoot, I don’t tidy up with her. “Aren’t you helping today?” She asks. “Ask Luke” I say as I walk out. I see her eyebrows furrow as I walk out. “Where’s Georgia” Ryan asks. “She’s got a lot on” “You’re being weird” “I’m not” I say avoiding eye contact. “You won’t even look at me?” “Can we eat in your room” Ryan pulls the same face as her. Trust me to fall for a girl that absolutely mirrors my best mate. “Okay” is all he musters as we get in the same car for once.

“I’ve got myself in a situation and I think I’ve done something I might regret” Ryan nods but his face tells me he’s anxious. “I’ve gotten attached to someone” “Blake?” Ryan asks almost instinctively. “No you fucking idiot. Actually Blake might’ve been socially better” I laugh. “Is it y/n?” Ryan teases. I drop my mouth. “How do you know?” “Who doesn’t know?” I repeat the question back to him in shock. Do people know? “We have eyes… that can see… you two attached at the hip to one another… I know she works with the you the closest but taking breaks together and walking together all the time is not part of the job description” I put my hand on my head and do an exasperated sigh. “Why couldn’t we be friends?” “Hugh… me and you are friends… I don’t see you moping when I need to have a meeting with Shawn so we can’t eat dinner together” I cover my face. I thought it was hidden well. “This can’t be happening” Ryan looks smug in my negative emotions. “Do I think it’s weird? Yes. You could be her dad. But you aren’t and it’s legal. But these really exceptional circumstances. You’re together nearly every day, of course you’re going to get feelings or whatever you called it.” “Do you think it’s wrong she is staff and I’m an actor?” “Do YOU think there is? Because I think there would be more of a power imbalance if this was someone off the street. You’re always going to be seen as a higher power cause you’re Hugh Jackman, but she’s put in so much work to be here. Let her be her own person.” “Why are you encouraging it?” “Because I get to watch you like a lovesick puppy even if you don’t realise what you’re doing so I think you should stop caring what other people might think- if it feels right you should try” “my divorce isn’t finalised yet” “I’m not telling you to marry her, oh my god. *I smile* I’m just saying if you like her.. be more intentional with her” “I think I’ve fucked up anyway” Ryan groans “why?” “I saw her with someone else and got jealous and made a comment” “I KNEW SOMETHING HAS BEEN UP WITH YOU” “I’ve been a prick to her the past week or so and I know I have but I don’t know what to do” “that’s not very nicest man alive of you” that makes me roll my eyes. “She started to give me a boner and that’s a line too far so I wanted to distance myself.” Ryan giggles like a little girl. “So you had a tantrum?” “Not at first, I’ve just stopped talking to her so much so she’s made excuses to not be with me on set. Instead she’s been with Luke. I usually help her clean up and we leave together but instead I start to leave and she asked what I was doing, and I told her to ask Luke to help her.” Ryan’s face flattens. “Why are you acting like that?” “Cause I don’t know what to do” “APOLOGISE” I groan. “I know” We go back to eating in silence. “Just don’t bring any shit onto my film” I salute.

The next day in work, it isn’t even icy. It’s worse. She’s totally professional with me. She never wasn’t in the first place, but we have no general conversation. Whether it’s in front of the team or when we’re alone. It’s only “look down” “look up” “twist your neck for me.” All work related. Who knew I’d crave a conversation about your weirdest dreams or something more ridiculous. When we’re alone I try to address it. “I shouldn’t have said that.” She looks me dead in the eye. “Okay” “that’s it?” “What do you want me say?” “Don’t you want to know why I said it?” She holds her hands up “your business is your business” Suddenly she’s gone from asking me all these questions and feeling like a safe space to nothing. That comment hurts the most. It’s gone from being a team to nothing. Someone knocks asking if I’m ready. “You should go” she says. I would almost prefer her to be pissed at me. Make a scene. Cause this only makes me doubt she doesn’t feel anything to me. “Are you going see him later?” I ask. “No?” She replies like I’ve asked her the most stupid question. “I told you it’s just friends, if you think something else that’s on you” “are we friends?” “That’s also on you” She’s being too easy. “So we need talk about it” “You need get to set” “aren’t you coming?” “Nope” she smiles. I groan. It makes her laugh. “Go” I do as told.

The next few days are the same. Only work talk. “I feel like I need explain” “You don’t” “can I… for my peace?” Ryan would rip into me if he heard me like this. Even I smile at how I’m pleading. “Not at work” “Will you meet me at my room?” “You want speak to me… you come to my room. Also you haven’t even apologised for being rude yet.” I touch her arm, and she lets me. She always gives me physical touch; not sexual but I’ve noticed when she’s trying to be genuine and reassuring she does gently touch you, and I know she would like that back. It brings her to attention. “I’m sorry” she winces “it’s a start” I’m so happy she’s not completely righting me off. We’ve had a conversation before how she finds it easy to de attach herself and doesn’t give second chances. I know I’ve still got a foot in here, and I know I really need to make it up for her. I think… I know how I acted would’ve hurt her worse than what I said, over the fact I’m jealous.

I haven’t seen her for a couple hours. I actually go try to find her. I’m walking up and down trailers. Shawn asks what I’m doing and I just smile at him dumbstruck, and he gives me a knowing smile back. “Good luck” Oh I’m not used to this at all. This is scary. I can hear shouting from the editing. Y/N storms out shaking. I grab her elbow to stop her, so she has to speak to me. “What happened?” “He’s a stupid fucking cunt” She grabs her arm back. I walk in the trailer. Before I even say anything “Tell your child bride that she doesn’t know better than people that have trained in this” I walk out instinctively. I was going to ask him calmly what has happened. I feel sorry for her, she does love to talk to people. She’s soft. But I also know sometimes she gives unwarranted opinions, even if it’s delivered in a lovely way, and some of the 40 year old men do not appreciate it. I’m shaking. First of all, to reduce her like that? Ridiculous. You don’t speak to anyone like that. Especially, even if this is old fashioned, you don’t scream and shout at a woman and one younger than you at that. I go find Shawn and Ryan and they fire him on the spot. I feel small, telling Shawn and Ryan about this, but it’s not my film. I don’t have that power. But they do it, no trying to compromise, which I appreciate. “Tell her we’ve sorted it and we won’t let anyone be bullied” I go straight to the makeup trailer. It’s locked. I know she’s in there. I knock and no reply. “It’s me”

She opens up. I just pull her into a hug. She kind of resists at first; not putting her arms around me. But she does after an initial second; sink into me. “He’s gone” “what do you mean?” “He’s fired” She lifts her head to look at me. She’s been crying but has stopped by the time I got here. Her eyes are glassy. There’s a quick flash of annoyance but she blinks it back, “thank you” I can tell she’s trying. I know part of her wants to know why I did that; the same part that struggles to let someone help her. But she’s let me help. I’ll make sure to bring this up later. She puts her head back on my chest and I’m sure she can hear how fast my heart is pounding. “Do you want to go home?” “Not really but I can’t lie my heart isn’t in it today” “go home” she looks back up confused “who will do the work?” “Give me the numbers of people on your team and I’ll sort it.” “Also who made you boss?” She smiles. “I’m not the boss but it’s a perk when I’m best friends with them” She’s thinking of a response “you don’t need to carry the world on your shoulders” “okay” she grabs her personal items after sorting out her cover. “Do you want to go to my room?” She pulls her face and laughs. “No” “you don’t want to relax in a big bed and a big bath?” “I do” She looks at me deep in the eyes. Trying to read me. I just hold my key out. We’re both looking at each and smiling for about… 3 seconds.. but it feels like forever. I also think sex would be less intimate than this. She’s looking right into my bones, trying to read me. I am reading her. I know her better than she thinks. I don’t think she’s ever had someone she can rely on, and I want to do that for her. I think her confidence is almost a facade, or an aid, for how much she’s done alone and I think she’s never really had someone she can trust. That’s why she can detach herself easily. That’s why I saw a flash of anger at me getting involved. But I can see she’s trying to give me a chance. And I ruined it the other day by having a tantrum. I don’t want to be another person she pulls down her walls for and then has to put them back up. When she takes my keys, I let out of a breath of relief. I know I still have more work to do.

I text her to let her know I’m on my way. Ryan asks how she is. “She’s okay I think, I’ve let her in my room” He teasingly slaps my chest, knowing what he’s implying. I smile. “No, well I wish, but not after today.” “So are we not acting like 16 year olds anymore” “No” I deadpan. I knock on and I can hear her unlock. Her hair is natural. No makeup whatsoever. In a robe. She looks angelic. Then I start to think what’s under the robe. I let out a deep breath. “Have you got clothes on under that” I cringe as I say it. She throws her head back and opens her robe. She’s in pyjamas. A long t shirt and shorts. Not form fitting but my eyes trail up her legs” “don’t worry- you told me to relax so I am” She starts to walk off and I follow. “This room is lovely” “it is but it’s not necessary” she doesn’t say anything. I get on the bed and she follows. “I’m sorry for acting how I did, I let my jealousy get the better of me” “didn’t know you’d have feelings at your age?” I smile “yes, your heart doesn’t stop” I can tell she feels better in herself with these smart ass comments. “What are you jealous of?” She asks smugly. Knowingly. I stutter on my words. “You said you wanted talk about it.” “I have a crush on you” There’s painful silence. I’m looking at her with yearning in my eyes. I end up covering my face, exasperated by her silence. “I’m too old to feel like this I know” She does an evil laugh. “Is that why you’re jealous? Of him?” I nod. “I’ve told you we’re just friends” “I know but you look happy together” “God forbid” she jokes. “Come on you’re meant to be listening right now” “I am!” “Also he’s good looking, age appropriate, why would you not like him?” She gets a serious look on her face. “I feel a way for you too” I think I sit up slightly too eager. “- but I don’t appreciate how you acted at all. Especially at your age. That wasn’t okay. Even if you didn’t want to help, I didn’t like the walking out on me with a snide comment. You need to speak to me.” I salute. “I know and I’m sorry, I knew that would’ve hurt the most. I won’t do it again. I think how I handled it was to be honest, based a lot on I don’t understand what I’m feeling and I didn’t know how you felt so it really won’t happen again” “do you feel better knowing I feel the same?” I lie back on the bed. My back hurts. “I feel more comfortable and confident now to not be a prick”

I open my arms to a hug. She sinks into me. It feels natural. Also I’m realising we’re cuddling on a bed. I’m controlling my dick. Think of ugly sad things Hugh. Who knew at this age I’m still ready to go. But not today. My hands are under MY robe that’s she’s wearing, rubbing up and down her back. Starting to feel the gentle curve of her ass and where her breasts are pushed slightly out. “I hated not speaking to you” “I didn’t like it either and I can tell you how sorry I am” her confession makes my heart flutter. “If it helps I don’t really know what I’m doing either- I’m not very good at being with someone… or even getting close to that” “I don’t understand why” “Uhm….. this is a conversation for another time… but I don’t think a lot of people are attracted to me” It hurts she doesn’t see how attractive she is. “I don’t really ooze sexiness” she says looking at me with the same eyes I would love to see in between my legs. “I’m awkward and I’m not funny- people my age just want to have sex and I want a relationship where they’re my best friend” “all these reasons make you special to me” “do I say thank you?” We both laugh. “I don’t know” “what happens now?” “Well Ryan has said we can’t bring shit back onto the film set so we just carry on as we were” this whole conversation she was on my chest, which made this slightly easier. She suddenly sit up on her hands “what does Ryan know?” “Will you be mad?” “No…” she leaves a pause. “Well I told him everything… well my side. That I’m getting feelings for you and I don’t know what to do so I’ve acted out” “what did he say?” “Everyone knows anyway” “Whaaaaaat!” “Yeah apparently we’re not very good at hiding how we feel.” “Well I thought I knew how you felt but then you didn’t speak to me for a week so I thought you were confusing” “I had no idea how you felt until you blushed when touching my stomach” she goes back down to cover her face. “Don’t tell me anymore” I cackle. Y/N admits she’s not used to this and I need to be patient with her. “You need be patient with me. I don’t know what I’m doing. God, ignoring the circumstances of this, my divorce isn’t even final, that’s a whole seperate ballpark. What if someone sees us? I don’t think we should set any times or goals or anything but now it might be easier.” “I didn’t even think about paparazzi or that side.” The tension is the air is thick. I act like nearly 60 year old man I am. “We don’t have to think that far yet though, you might be sick of me by then. We should just enjoy it for what it is right now” She goes to say something and stops herself “Okay sir” This makes me grab at her but I quickly stop. That’s not what a polite gentleman would do. “What were you going say?” “You might decide you don’t want me” “Spending nearly all week with someone, you get to know them quickly and decide how you feel about them and I don’t think I’ll decide that.” She lifts her head back up. Reading my face. She goes back down. “Okay” we stay like this for a while. “Do you want me to go?” I tap her so she sits up. “No, stay.”

We get up and order greasy food. We lie back on the bed full. “Wait… you shouldn’t have had that” “it’s okay I’ll go harder at the gym” She laughs. We’re watching a quiz show. “What happened earlier?” I ask. I was looking at scales and I noticed an error. A genuine error. I tried to tell them but I suppose they were stressed and bit my head off. So I bit his head off.” “If I didn’t get involved, what would you have done?” She shrugs “nothing” “I know it’s hard for you but I never want you go through anything alone, especially not anything like that. I’m here to help” She registers my face. “Okay” She then snuggles up to me. With every touch and comment that is slightly more vulnerable, I feel pride. Like I’ve accomplished something. I know it’ll be a long journey but I’m happy she is seeing me as a person she can trust. She doesn’t have to carry everything alone.

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mendesblurb · 1 year ago

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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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jimsbeetroot · 8 months ago

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𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

warnings! spanking, degrading-ish talk (not really?) punishment

"Oh, fuck."

Was all you could think of when seeing the look on Jim's face. It was a trove of mixed emotions ranging from shock, surprise and finally, anger. It was especially the last one, that had your knees all weak and shaking. He was a gentle giant with a heart of pure gold; which was why pissing him off usually took some work, and when he finally was angry, there was no doubt about it.

You licked your lips and tried to maintain your composure. But then again, the way he towered over you and how his veiny, tattoed arms were crossed over his chest was distracting you deeply from his scolding session.

"What were you thinking?" He asked you with a hiss.

You opened your mouth to answer but he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

"That was a rhetorical question," he buzzed. "Do you know how crazy it was for you to do that? How hurt you could've gotten?" His voice broke at the and you bit your cheek.

"Especially since I told you not to hundreds of times, yet you still did and that breaks my fucking heart," Jim told you.

"I didn't think it w-"

Jim let out a sharp breath and interrupted your excuse. "That's the problem. You don't think, do you? God, do you even know what went through my head when I saw the fire? No, you don't because you didn't think."

You licked your lips and tried to come up with an answer that wouldn't get you in any more trouble than you already were. "Fuck," was still all you could come up with

"Fuck, indeed," Jim responded through pursed lips and nodded his head. "You know what this means, don't you?" He asked with a perverted glint of excitement filling his eyes.

You bit your lip and nodded your head, knowing that there was no way out of this.

Jim walked towards you and your heart began beating faster than it had in a long time.

There were several things he could do to you as a punishment for your stupidity. He could take your phone and laptop from you, send you to bed without dinner, sit you in a corner, or make you sleep on the couch until you'd apologised enough for him to be satisfied. But none of that seemed enough for him to make you pay for your idiotic act from earlier that day.

Jim approached you. He was towering over you, making you feel all small and stupid. "You could've died, Y/N," Jim said. You looked up. "But I didn't."

Jim sighed. "I know that, but the point is, that you could've."

You shook your head. Yeah, you crashed the bike and you already felt terrible. Jim was guilt-tripping you and you were pretty done with his crap.

"You just ignored all the rules, went out there with no understanding as to how stuff works-" Jim sighed, "-And you fucking crashed! I bought that bike for you when I was under the impression that you were going to keep your hands off it until you got a license because that's what you'd promised me you would do!"

You shuttered under his frame. God, he made you feel stupid. Because you were stupid, and the thing you'd done was fucking reckless. You looked up at Jim through teary eyes and shook slightly.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I just wanted to experience what you experience. Not to ride in the back, but to be in control for once," you admitted and looked down again.

Jim reached out his hand and placed it on your cheek, cupping it slightly. "Do you really, think that it makes a difference?" Jim asked tauntingly, completely brushing off your teary-eyed apology.

"I hope you enjoyed your five minutes of being in control because when we're done, you won't remember what that ever felt like."

"What are you going to do?" You asked.

As Jim looked at you, a sinister smile crept across his face. Despite the facade of geniality, you could sense the malicious thoughts lurking in his mind. It was clear that he had dark intentions towards you.

"I think you know, don't you?" He asked you and snuck his big hand down your body, resting it by your waist when he suddenly delivered a loud and harsh smack to your ass. If you didn't know before, you did now.

A tight grip was now around your wrist and before you could count to three, Jim had pulled you across the room, into the living room, onto the couch and forced you over his thigh.

You were slightly dizzy, everything having gone so fast that your brain felt all scrambled. You hadn't registered much before you felt Jim tugging at your sweatpants and a surge of fear went through your body.

Facing his wrath had made you anxious and you'd honestly never seen your man so angry, yet cold and careless. You understood, that he wanted you to never, ever, ever pull a stunt like the one earlier that day, and this was by far the best, yet worst way of disciplining you.

You tried to move by grabbing the armrest of the couch and trying to wiggle away from his grasp. Maybe you could talk some sense into him, but it seemed that he was having none of your protests. He pressed your face down against the pillow, letting you squirm under his grip because he knew, you were getting nowhere. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

"Fucking find out what happens if you move again," Jim dared you, but you had no interest in finding out. You sniffled softly against the pillow but kept still, feeling as Jim's hand moved from the back of your head and down to your sweatpants, pulling them down along with your panties.

On the back of your thigh, a horrendous purple mark was starting to form on your skin, a result of the crash earlier. Jim's eyes softened for a few seconds as he ran his fingers over the mark, the sensation sending a wave of pain through your body, causing you to hiss. He shook his head and reminded himself to feel bad for you later. After all, you'd brought this upon yourself because you'd been reckless and stupid.

"You know what's gonna happen, don't you?" Jim asked. You gulped and nodded. "You're gonna spank me."

"So you are capable of listening? Very good," Jim teased and placed a quick hand between your thighs, chuckling at how wet you were. Your cheeks flushed red.

"I don't want to hear you. I'll only make it worse if I do, understood?" Jim asked and you gulped. "Understood," you whispered.

You took a deep breath and winced silently as the first slap landed across your ass. Your eyes rolled at the eye-watering stinging sensation but you swallowed every sound and kept quiet, just as you'd been told to.

He slapped your ass again, his big hand covering a good amount of your backside. Jim rubbed your now rosy-red ass to ease the pain, before once again raising his hand to shoulder height and slamming it down again.

Your bottom lip quivered against the pillow and tears were streaming down your flushed cheeks. It felt like hours but looking at the clock on the wall in the kitchen, it hadn't been more than a few minutes.

"Stop tensing," Jim warned you, pressing his hand against your lower back to stop your muscles from tightening. "You're only making it worse for yourself," he said, pausing to rub away the pain from his most recent slap.

With one last resounding slap, Jim rested his hand on your ass and squeezed your reddest spot and chuckled when he felt you shiver beneath his touch.

He grabbed your arm and assisted you in standing up, moving back on the couch so his back rested against the cushions and patted his thigh. "Come here," he whispered, flashing a sympathetic smile when seeing the mess you were. Your cheeks were red, there were tears every and your hair was here, there and everywhere.

You crawled into his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist. He spread his legs, so your ass was on the couch and he rubbed your back. "Listen to me," Jim said and watched as you sniffled into your sleeve, looking down. "Y/N, look at me," he ordered again, this time with a more demanding tone. You looked up. "I-I am," you hiccupped and looked into his eyes.

"Good girl," Jim smiled and brought his hand to your face to wipe away your tears. You grabbed his big hand and rested your face against it.

"You understand why I'm- I was upset with you, right?"

You knew he was still upset with you, but he also knew that you'd undoubtedly learned your lesson. You nodded with a sniffle. "I know."

"We'll, go look for a driving teacher soon so you can get a license, alright?" Jim asked. You nodded and smiled. "And I know it's not as fun, but until then, I'll take you anywhere you want, baby," Jim chuckled, glad to see that, although red-eyed and slightly in pain, you were good to flash that beautiful smile of yours, that he loved.

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ktdragonborn · 3 months ago

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Another Spencer. (Chapter 2)

Carlton Lassiter X Female Reader (Shawn's Sister)

Characters: You, Carlton, Shawn and Gus, Juilet, Henry Spencer (dad), Madeleine Spencer (mom), Chief Karan Vick, mention of many other characters.

Warnings: Some bar tension, some dude tries to hit on you for approximately three seconds, so nothing bad. There will be smut and other graphic scenes as the story progresses.

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Chapter 3

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You walked into your office bright and early in the morning. It was only your second week in California, let alone in this office, and you were still getting used to traffic and the city's layout. So much had changed since you last visited Santa Barbara, and it was a tad overwhelming at times.

You turned on the overhead lights and started to prep your office for the day. Small lamps where you conducted your sessions and plenty of green plants around your office. It wasn't a huge area. There was a small lobby entrance for a waiting room-type thing. You had filled the room with a couch and a couple of chairs with a coffee table. Magazines and books for people to read as well as a water cooler. A small desk sat next to the door that led to the larger part of your office. There was a computer and phone set up. No one used it except for you, you weren't busy enough to justify hiring a receptionist- although you have thought about reaching out to Shawn since you know he's bored when he doesn't have a case to work.

You set your bag down and grabbed everything you needed for the day from your desk. Thankfully, you had two new clients today. Your full schedule included four patients, two new ones, and two “regulars”. They were the first two to join your clinic and have been coming to you ever since. You were thankful for their “business”, and they had been spreading the word about you to their friends, promising every time they see you that they’ve got friends trying to find time to come see you. You set up in the larger room, sitting in your “therapist chair” as Shawn so lovingly described it. You read over the file of the first patient today. They wanted a check-up/check-in with their mental health. In the file they described what they had been feeling, they had been anxious in the workplace and began to realize that their friends were quite toxic. You began to formulate some reasonings and diagnoses for their ailment, just preparing yourself for the appointment but you knew you would keep an open mind throughout the appointment. You looked at the time and realized your patient would be here soon. You got yourself and your patient some water and sat down in your chair awaiting their arrival.

~I know, You know~

You breathed deeply, leaning back in your desk chair. You moved your hands up to your eyes, giving them a good rub before sitting back up and packing up all your belongings. Today had been a long day. Simple enough, however, one of your returning patients came in with some new drama as she loved to describe it. You probably knew more about this girl's life than her parents at this point and you were happy about it. You were glad you could be the safety net that she needed. However, you knew now that you needed a drink. You shut off the lights and locked the door behind you, heading to your car and going to the closest bar you knew of.

~They just don’t have any proof~

The problem about being a girl in California in a bar all by yourself is being a girl in a bar all by yourself. Unfortunately, the state you're in doesn't change much of anything. You sat alone at the bar, you took an end seat, and the only seat open next to you would cram someone up against the wall. You thought that might keep people away but unfortunately, it didn't. Fortunately, however, today was Friday, which meant you could relax and decompress from the week you just had.

Another man tried to move into the seat next to you. You had been observing him across the bar and knew he'd try something. About 4-5 drinks in and his buddies kept pointing at you too. You looked at him and gave him a small smile. “Sorry pal, seats taken,” that's been your excuse most of the night, playing up that you're waiting for a friend or a date to stop by.

“We've been here the whole time you have, and no one's shown up yet,” the man slurred through his words and started to get close to you. You reached for your drink and covered the top of it, not risking anything.

“I might've gotten stood up but I'm willing to wait. Again, seats taken sir, please go back to your friends.”

“Ah come on, I bet I can show you a better time than the chump you were meeting,” his hand started to caress the back of your arm. You frowned and looked at his hand.

“If you don't stop touching me right now you will regret it.” Your tone was strict and your glare was firm. He took a step closer to you and his breath reeked of alcohol.

“Oh yeah? How am I gonna regret it?”

“I suggest you leave her alone right now pal,” a very authoritarian voice echoed in your ears and you looked behind the man to see a taller man, with salt and pepper short hair and piercing blue eyes. He took your breath away but you stayed focused on the interaction. The man turned around and his whole body language changed when he had to look up to see your savior (hopefully).

“What's it to you, buddy?" The drunk man tried to sound tough, but it didn't work out.

“The fact that she's so uncomfortable with you around that she has to cover her drink. Leave her alone before I get the cops involved. I have ties to the SBPD.” The drunk man nodded and walked away quickly, seemingly spooked by something the man showed him.

“Thank you for that, it's been happening all night but he's definitely been the most persistent one.”

“It's not a problem,” the man said, his blue eyes sparked when he saw you fully for the first time and he smiled at you. You smiled back and offered him the seat next to you.

“I've been saving this for someone, at least that's what I've been telling everyone else. It's yours since you saved me.”

“Well thank you,” the man started and you signaled for him to stop for a second.

“I'll fit better over there since it's so close to the wall. Plus I think I'll be leaving soon so might as well give you the good seat,” you got up and switched and he sat down next to you.

“Well thank you for the seat,” he smiled and waved the bartender down for a drink. You nodded and smiled and continued to sip on your drink. You spun around in your chair to face the crowd around you, watching everyone as they interacted. “Do you just come here to people-watch?” Your savior asked as he turned to watch you.

“I'm a sense,” you laughed a little and turned more toward him. “My dad actually is a retired detective for the SBPD, and he was crazy about making sure my brother and I were super observant. Like crazy observant. My brother is definitely better at it than I am though.”

“Interesting,” the man hummed and looked out to the crowd with you.

“I am also a licensed psychiatrist, so noticing things about people is kind of my job,” you laughed and the man chuckled next to you.

“It's kind of my job too,” he said quietly and you turned to him, taking in his appearance. Suit pants, suit jacket, long sleeve button-up shirt. You noticed his shirt was unbuttoned a little bit, showing off some of his chest hair. You could tell he was wearing a tie all day, there was slight redness to his neck from the pressure of it.

“You're a cop, aren't you?” You said quietly and he looked at you, kind of surprised. “No offense officer, but you're still dressed like a cop, and you have a certain tension to you that cops carry. I saw it all the time with my dad.” He looked down at himself and smirked at you.

“I can tell you're pretty good at what you do,” he smiled and reached his hand out to you. “Carlton Lassiter, I'm the head detective with SBPD,” you took his hand and shook it.

“Ooo a head detective, now that's impressive. I'm (Y/n) (L/n),” you took your mom's maiden name after the separation, although she remained a Spencer. Not sure why, but you two never really talked about it. A part of you knew too, that you'd come back to Santa Barbara, and you wanted to make sure to make a name for yourself without Spencer being attached to it.

“A lovely name,” you noticed Carlton swallowed hard, his eyes shifting as if gauging the situation and conversation.

“You're too kind, detective,” you winked and he smiled a little. “Listen, Carlton, I've gotta be honest with you,” you paused and his eyes changed, showing uncertainty, “I just feel like I need to tell you that I'm not a one night stand kind of gal, so I really don't wanna get your hopes up.” Carlton seemed to sign, or let out a breath he was holding.

“I'm fine with that, more than fine with that actually,” he almost said too excitedly.

“That’s a relief,” you laughed and relaxed a little with Carlton. “So, had any good cases lately?”

“I have,” he smiled and adjusted himself slightly, “We just had a case where the victim was murdered with the smallest dose of snake venom from Brazil, some crazy doctor was stealing money from the charity organization they were a part of.”

“Oh, you know what, I think my dad told me about that! Was it at that weird secret society lodge?”

“Yeah! Wait how’d your dad know?”

“He may be retired from the SBPD but that does not stop him from following cases very closely,” you laughed and Carlton nodded with a smile.

“Yeah, I’ll probably be that way too someday.”

“It’s not a bad thing by any means, at least you can still be in on the action without the risk of serious injury, which is good in old age.”

“I suppose it is. I’m not sure if I’ll ever retire peacefully” Carlton confessed and you laughed.

“Sounds an awful lot like my dad. There’s certainly a time and place for it, depends on what position you’re in too. Like if you were the Chief you could work for God knows how long, not a whole lot of field work with that position.”

“The field work is the best part though,” Carlton countered and you shrugged and nodded.

“I don’t disagree, but you gotta choose the lesser of the two evils. Fieldwork that can result in not-so-pleasant outcomes may get injured and have to retire early, or, the position of Chief where you can hide away from the outside evil.”

“You make a good point, I’m not sure if I can ever get Chief. Chief Vick is by far one of the most outstanding Chiefs the SBPD has had in recent years.”

“I’m glad to hear it, a good boss means good work.”

“What about you? How’s your job situation?”

“It's great. But that’s because I’m my own boss,” you added with a smile and Carlton gave you a small smile with an eyebrow raise. “I have my own office where I take clients almost every day. I’m working on getting my clientele back up to where it was back home- I just recently moved back to California from Colorado.”

“What brought you to Colorado?” Carlton inquired.

“My mom primarily. She divorced my dad when I was 13. My older brother was 17 and was being impacted the most by their failing relationship, as my mom so nicely explained to me one day. For some reason they just agreed to split us kids, so my brother stayed here with my dad and I went with my mom,” you sighed and Carlton looked at you with soft eyes.

“I’m sorry. That doesn’t sound easy.”

“It wasn’t, but looking back on it, it was unfortunately the best option for everyone. My brother was basically an adult so my mom thought he would handle the divorce well. He blamed our dad for the divorce. It was my mom's idea though, she never told my brother that so he just assumed it was my dad.”

“Why haven’t you told your brother?”

“It's a conversation I know him and my mom need to have ya know? If I was the one to tell him, he could lash out and not believe me. I know one day he’ll express to our mom how he resents our dad for it, but that’s for the future,” you sipped your drink and took in Carlton fully. The way he carried himself was attractive. He was very confident and calm throughout your conversation with him and there was slight tension building up between the two of you. You thought back to the conversation and realized the trauma dump you just performed. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” Carlton asked, surprised at your sudden change of tone.

“For the trauma dump, I just gave you. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I appreciate it,” Carlton said with a small smile. “It shows you’re comfortable around me already.”

“I guess you’re right. You’re easy to relax around.”

“I guess I should repay the favor?”

“Of trauma dumping?” You laughed and he smiled and shook his head.

“Not so much of dumping as just sharing more about myself with you.”

“Only if you’re comfortable, Carlton,” you smiled. His eyes lit up and he had a big smile on his face.

“Surprisingly…I am comfortable. There’s not too much to tell. I became Head Detective of the SBPD in 1996, I’m very good at what I do. I was married, but we’ve been separated for about two years now.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Carlton,” you said with a small frown. You reached your arm out and gently squeezed his arm.

“There are times when it sucks more than others. Right now, however, I’m not too upset about it,” Carlton smirked at you and you felt your cheeks heat up at the blatant flirting. You giggled slightly and let go of his arm, turning back to your drink. Carlton was really having an effect on you. You couldn’t remember the last time a grown man made you giggle because he was flirting with you. Carlton watched your cheeks turn bright red and continued to stare as the redness traveled up to the tops of your ears. He was mesmerized by you. A cute, amazingly single woman who was honest and attracted to him. You were young, he could tell. It made him a little nervous, himself being 40. He was nervous because of his age but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you, in case it scared you off. It wasn’t fair to you, he realized that, but he couldn’t help it. Your phone ringing pulled Carlton out of his trance and he watched as you quickly answered the call, muttering an apology to him.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked quickly. Carlton attempted to distract himself with patrons around the bar so he didn’t listen in to your conversation. “Really? Oh gosh okay. Yeah of course. I’ll be on my way,” you said with panic in your voice. Carlton immediately felt disappointed when you said you would be on your way. He turned back to you, and you were looking in his eyes immediately. He stopped breathing for a second, taking in your eyes and how vibrantly your emotions showed through them.

“Everything ok?” “I’m so sorry Carlton, I have to leave. My brother just called and said something happened to his best friend, who in turn is also like a brother to me.”

“It's not a problem, this is obviously very important.”

“Here,” you said rifling your bag and digging out a piece of paper. You scribbled down your phone number and gave it to Carlton, making sure he had a good grip on the paper. “Call me tomorrow. Or- well, whenever you’re free, call me. I know a detective's schedule can be hard to work with. I’d love to see you again,” you smiled and tipped the bartender, grabbing your belongings and standing up. You looked at Carlton and could see the sadness on his face. You hopped a little in your place before quickly pressing a kiss to Carlton’s cheek. His face flushed red and you smiled. “Please, call me,” you said and started to head for the door.

“I will,” Carlton called out to you as you turned around and gave him a big smile, before waving and walking out the door. Carlton wasted no time in adding your number to his contacts on his phone. He was absolutely going to call you.

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