#please smack some sense into shawn

[kopikokun]

Snack Run with a Snack༄ j.jh

↳ On your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. You’re a little peeved, but at least Jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

pairing: idol!jaehyun x camera operator!reader (feat. johnny, jungwoo & doyoung)

genre: fluff, comedy, co-workers to lovers

warning(s): expletives

word count: 3526 words

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: crush (souly had) ✧ mango love (shawn wasabi, satica) ✧ make you feel pretty (lovelytheband)

Request 39: Jaehyun x Staff!Reader during movie night where she’s an extrovert and is close to all of the members.

← BACK TO NAVI.

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Your fortnightly movie nights are always something you anticipate eagerly, no matter how frequent or repetitive they may be. It’s always nice being able to take a breather from the grievous monotony of your daily schedule to just kick back and—essentially—do nothing. You know the rest of the members cherish these ephemeral moments too, because despite all odds, they’ll valiantly try to show up and join you, or at the very least make an appearance. Once, Ten had even barged in, still with his extensions intact.

    To be fair, you’re not any better. When you heard that Jaehyun was participating the other day, you had dropped all other priorities just to come over. Safe to say, your roommate was not pleased seeing the state of the abandoned living room.

    Your vision sweeps the perimeter of the room. Usually, it’s packed to full capacity, but there are only four others here besides you today.

    “The glasses.” Doyoung purses his lips, planting his stare on a startled Jungwoo. “Where are the glasses? I thought I told you to get them?”

    Jungwoo smacks a hand to his mouth, the sound of skin against skin so loud that you wince on his behalf. “It totally slipped my mind. Honest to God. I got sidetracked.” He clasps your—an innocent bystander’s—shoulder with such force that you physically jolt forward. Jungwoo flashes you his signature million dollar smile.“Hey, could you be a dear and help me out? I still haven’t decided what movie we should watch tonight.”

    “Yeah, sure.” You grimace, already turning on your heel, mumbling, “You didn’t have to hit me.”

    “Thanks!” he calls after you. “And sorry!”

    His voice cuts through the hurried chattering between Jaehyun and Johnny which comes into earshot as you step into the kitchen. Their mouths move at the speed of bullet trains and Jaehyun’s hands flutter around his pensive face frantically. Maybe it’s the rose-tinted lenses, but the sight endears you. The slightest of chuckles escapes your lips at his delirium.

    Their bodies seize, their zealous conversation slipping into a steady silence.

    “What’s wrong?” you smirk. “Were you guys talking about me?”

    “No,” Jaehyun snaps, so quickly that it almost prickles. “Why would we be talking about you?”

    “Ouch,” you pout, masquerading the sting with a frivolous cadence . “How mean.”

    “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” he says. “What are you doing here? I thought you were, uh, clearing the table?” There’s a nervous edge to Jaehyun’s voice which insinuates that he knows something you don’t.

    “I was, but then Jungwoo asked me to get the glasses in his stead since he’s too busy fussing over which movie we should watch.”

    Johnny laughs. “I should go help him out then, or he’ll be stuck on the selection page for ages.” He pats Jaehyun’s back as he leaves. “Don’t make a fool of yourself.”

    You toss an inquisitive glance at Jaehyun. He turns away, cheeks blooming with colour.

    Admittedly, you’re more than intrigued by what Jaehyun had been so ardently conversing about. A small part of you whispers the possibility of it being you, and your heart soars. Now you’re the one getting sidetracked. Of course, you are. This is one of the rare moments you and Jaehyun have shared alone. Although you see him almost daily, there’s always someone closeby; a fellow staff or member of the group. And while you’d consider yourself someone who thrives in social situations, there’s nothing more you desire than a few seconds in solitude with the charming man.

   You swing the plywood cupboard door open, extinguishing your idle delusions, the handle cool in your grasp. Three shelves greet your vision; each stuffed full with either miscellaneous tableware or seldom used kitchen utensils. You spot the mug you gave Mark for his birthday collecting dust in the corner and scoff bitterly. And he said it’s his ‘favourite mug’.

    Your face screws in bewilderment. Usually, the glasses are graciously arranged on the bottom shelf; easily accessible for the people who are less gifted in the height department (namely you). Strangely, today they are at the very top, shoved deep inside, so far in that you’d think that it had been done with malicious intent. If they were in the middle, perhaps you could’ve reached them with a little extra effort, but given their current position, even on your tiptoes you wouldn’t even come close. The tips of your fingers barely graze the bottom portion of the glass. You huff.

    “Do you need help?”

    Your head swivels to see a clearly humoured Jaehyun, his eyebrow arched.

   “Yeah, someone’s kept the glasses on the top shelf,” you grumble, tenaciously continuing to reach for them despite knowing that you and your height—or rather, lack of it—have been bested. “Must’ve been Johnny. The tall-ass.”

    “You’re probably right. It wouldn’t be his first time either.” You groan in exertion. “Hold on, let me help.”

    “Thanks, Jae—”

    Your eyes widen and your stature stiffens. Just the smell of his aftershave is enough to knock you out.

    Jaehyun’s chest presses against your back firmly. His hot breath tickles your neck; the fine hairs stand on end. His right arm, hugged in the most breathtaking way by a black sweatshirt, reaches forward while his left is planted on the counter in front of you, caging you in. You’ve done your fair share of ogling at Jaehyun’s more than ravishing physique before, but only from afar. At this proximity however, you can individually trace every vein on his forearm. They’re like roots branching across the ample muscle. God, you’re making it very apparent that you’re staring.

    While probably not the most proficient, you don’t dispute this method of reaching for glasses. You’re sure Jaehyun knows there are better ways to do this too.

    Stunned, you all but stare in what you can only describe as awe at Jaehyun’s side-profile. Sharp lines accentuated by peculiarly delicate features, you can’t help but imagine how it would feel like running your fingers over the curves of his cheekbones, the arch of his nose and the dip of his cupid’s bow.

    Jaehyun’s gaze latches onto yours, his arm still hanging above your head. You swallow dryly before licking your lips. Jaehyun’s jaw clenches, the movement guiding his eyes to them. The counter is digging into your hip.

    “I got the glasses,” he breathes, your vicinity means you can practically taste the mint on his tongue.

    “Thanks,” you mumble.

    Neither of you move farther or closer to each other.

    Jaehyun places the glasses beside you. “I should probably go set up the projector now.”

    “Yeah, you should.” No, don’t.

    He nods curtly, prods the inside his cheek with his tongue and shuffles out of the kitchen. You lean on the counter, recomposing yourself. Your heart pounds in your ribcage. Jaehyun’s lingering aftershave muddles any chance of a coherent thought.

    What was that?

    Sure, over the past week or two, you and Jaehyun have made your ever augmenting attraction to one another remarkably tangible, but neither of you had acted upon it. Until now.

    Dazed, you almost forget to do what you had initially come in here for. You have to literally turn a 180 to retrieve the five glasses which sit innocuously on the countertop; they lay witness to your sins.

    “So, how’d it go?”

    “Did you do it?”

    “Well, technically no, but—”

    The four men are huddled together in the middle of the living room, each with equally suspicious expressions carved into their faces. Jaehyun’s back is turned to you as he’s hunched over, almost like he’s sharing some petty gossip.

    You set the glasses down on the communal dining table, shift your weight on one leg and perch your hands on your hips like a disgruntled teacher waiting for her class to fall silent. Doyoung is first to sense your presence, nudging Johnny and jutting his chin towards you.

    You can’t suppress the snort that courses through you when—simultaneously—all four of them disperse. It looks almost rehearsed.

    “Why are you guys acting so weird today?”

   Johnny sputters, Jungwoo chokes on presumably his own spit, Doyoung makes a sound which resembles more of a wheeze than a cough, and Jaehyun’s body goes completely rigid.

    “We’re not acting weird,” scoffs Johnny.

    You’re unconvinced. Just the way the whole room was immediately shrouded in a thick cloud of tension at your question was very telling.

    “Yes, you ar—”

    “Alright then,” Jaehyun clasps both of his hands together like a middle-aged man in the midst of a conference, “the movie! Jungwoo, what did you pick this week?”

    Jungwoo hammers a fist to his heaving chest. “I picked Jojo Rabbit.”

    “Oh, Minji noona watched it the other day. She told me it was so good she cried,” Johnny says. “And she rarely—if ever—cries over movies, or anything, really.”

    “Why didn’t she and the others come over today? They’re always here for movie night.” By the others, you’re referring to the rest of the staff who are usually present. Being more or less the same age, the members naturally gravitated towards the rest of you; your closeness in years meant that you could easily relate to one another. You’d consider yourself a decently convivial person as well, which was probably another fundamental factor.

    Once again, a restless fog congests the room. You seem to have struck another nerve.

    Jungwoo tightens his grip on the remote. “They were… busy.”

    His spontaneous lie is deplorable at best, but you let it slide.

    You assume they think your conjectures have diffused because they seem to share a relieved glance; Jaehyun casts an appreciative smile to the bunch. He clears his throat. You don’t miss the mental exchange between him and Johnny, who grins wittingly.

    “How about the snacks?”

    All eyes are on you.

    Your eyebrows cinch. “What?”

    “The snacks,” Jungwoo reiterates. “You’re on snack duty.”

    The way he says it makes it sound like you were aware of this. “No, I’m not.”

    “Yeah, we told you in the groupchat,” Doyoung says. Jungwoo seems to be restraining a smile.

    “No, you in fact, did not.” Scorned by this blatant accusation, you begin fishing your phone from your front pocket to show the others that none of you had come to that agreement.

    Jaehyun’s hand coils around your wrist, halting your movements. “I’ll come.”

    “I’m sorry?”

    “I’ll come along with you to get the snacks,” his grip loosens, “if you want me to.”

    “Oh.” Your arm falls limp to your side. You study Jaehyun’s earnest gaze. “Sure.”

    It’s painfully palpable that the rest of the group were expecting this; their lips curling with a smirk of gaiety.

    “Great, I’ll go grab some cash.”

You really should have thought twice about letting Jaehyun tag along.

    “You should’ve stayed at home.”

    “I wanted to come.”

    You’re reasonably terrified, both for you and Jaehyun’s sake. Getting recognised out in public is an all too plausible scenario, and you really do not have the resolve or strength to fend off a horde of fans right now.

    “Relax, it’s like 11pm. Nobody’s going to be just walking out here. At least, not anybody sober.”

    While he makes a valid point, you’re still skittish. “Alright, but keep your head down.”

    “How will I see where I’m going?”

    Collecting your wits, you reach for his hand to tug him forward. “I’ll lead the way.”

    Though Jaehyun is more than capable of staying grounded in his spot, you drag him along with relative ease, like a lifeless rag doll.

    “I… was just kidding.”

    Not looking back, you say, “Does that mean you want me to let go of your hand?”

    Brazenly, Jaehyun intertwines his fingers with yours, strengthening his palm’s embrace. A jolt of exaltation zips up your spine.

    “No, don’t.”

    The remainder of the brisk walk to the convenience store is spent in exhilarating quietude, one that conveys a hundred messages. Not once does Jaehyun’s hold of your hand weaken.

    The intimacy of the store welcomes you wholeheartedly. From its single constantly flickering bulb, that one cooler door with the rickety handle, and to the out-of-order slushie machine, you could peruse this store with your eyes closed. Being NCT’s camera operator first and designated snack buyer second, you’ve been in here more times than anyone should ever have to be in a lifetime.

    It’s not the most popular store on the block. Their selection is limited, their interior outdated, but in your humble opinion, they are leagues ahead of any other store out there. Plus, it’s usually vacant, meaning minor risk of being spotted. Other than you, Jaehyun and the single weary employee, there’s only one other person in here, a tattered hood draped over their head. While they’re sketchy in a certain sense, you’re confident that they don’t pose a threat to you or Jaehyun’s safety.

    “I’ll go get the crisps and you get the chocolates,” you declare, standing on your tiptoes.

    “Chocolates? We’re getting chocolates? We already have some in the fridge.”

    “Okay, then I’m getting chocolates.”

Another reason you love this place to bits is because of its prices. Everything is outrageously cheap. The first time you had visited, wet behind the ears, soul bursting with vigour yet pockets embarrassingly empty, you almost cried. You had one of the best dinners of your early adult life in this very store. Sure, it was just a truckload of processed, packaged food, but here’s the thing: it was a truckload. And when you’re as financially stable as a thumbtack balancing on the tip of its point, a truckload of food is a blessing bestowed by the Gods.

    So, safe to say, you and Jaehyun definitely got your money’s worth.

    In fact, in the time the two of you expended scouring the aisles for tid-bits, a forlorn cloud had consumed the sky. It had started raining. Lightly at first, but the drizzle had swiftly transitioned into a furious storm.

    Thunder claps in the distance, the sound so tumultuous it shakes the tiles of the store floor, the vibrations so intense they reach the tip of your head.

    “Do you have enough money for an umbrella?” you ask.

    “Even with an umbrella, I think it’d be too dangerous for us to go out there,” Jaehyun says, and as if to illustrate his point, another bolt of lightning strikes the Earth. The convenience store trembles. “And no, I don’t have enough money for an umbrella.” From the tone of Jaehyun’s voice, his delight is hidden by the pretense that he too is upset by this development.

    “Then I guess we’ll have to call one of the guys to pick us up.”

    Jaehyun’s expression immediately turns sour. “I mean, yeah… I guess we could.”

    Under normal circumstances, you would have been pouncing at the opportunity to spend some quality one-on-one time with Jaehyun, alas, three other undoubtedly starving men are waiting for your return.

    A long, dull white counter, meant for customers to sit and eat at faces the heavy gloom outside. Droplets of rain cling to the glass like fluorescent crystals embedded to cave caverns, before slipping down in a wavering trickle, racing each other to the bottom. You take a seat on one of the plastic stools and Jaehyun takes the one beside you, dropping the bag of snacks to the floor.

    “Hello?” Johnny’s sonorous voice greets through your speakers.

    Jaehyun stares at you, anguished. To his right, the hooded stranger from earlier slips into the third stool, leaning forward and shelving their chin on a palm. They stare outside the window.

    “Hey, Johnny. We got the snacks, but Jaehyun and I have a separate problem.”

    “I know. It’s pouring.”

    “Exactly,” you nod. Jaehyun looks like he’s about to crumble into a heap of anxiety. “Can you pick us up? We don’t have enough cash to hail a taxi.”

    There’s a commotion on the other side of the line; hushed discussion and rustling of fabric. You can’t pick up a lot, only the words, “Yeah.” and “So, that’s what we’ll say?”

    “Sorry,” Johnny finally says, after much delay. “I can’t.”

    “What do you mean you can’t?”

    Beside you, Jaehyun visibly perks.

    “Car’s being repaired,” he replies languidly. “Mark popped a tyre while learning to drive the other day.”

    You groan. “You’re joking.”

    “Dead serious.”

    “God, the car just had to be out today of all days.”

    “Sorry, it can’t be helped,” Johnny sighs, a twinge of mischief to his voice. “The matter’s out of my hands.”

    “It’s fine. We’ll just… wait it out or something.”

    “We’ll try and see if any of the others can swing by and pick you guys up, so just stay put for now.”

    “Alright thanks, Johnny. Sorry about tonight.”

    “Nah, it’s fine,” he says. “Have fun with Jae.”

    The call ends with a click before you can probe Johnny further.

    “No go?” Jaehyun chirps.

    You shake your head. “No, though you don’t seem bummed out about it.”

    “Yeah,” he shrugs. “It’s not often I can spend some time alone with you anyway. In a way, I’m glad.” You bite the flesh of your cheek, face turning hot. Jaehyun turns in his seat, reaching down for the plastic bag. “And, we have snacks to—”

    His eyebrows furrow.

    “Jae?” His adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “The snacks?”

    “They’re… gone.”

    “What?”

    “I put them right here beside me, but they’re gone! I swear I—”

    The bell above the door chimes as the mysterious figure—the one who had been sat beside Jaehyun mere seconds ago—dashes out, with, lo and behold, a very familiar plastic bag dangling in their grasp.

    You point a finger towards them. “They stole our snacks!”

    Jaehyun’s head whips around to gawk at the culprit who has already made their way out of the store, head-first into Mother Nature’s wrath. He leaps out of his seat, hell-bent on chasing the person down, practically foaming at the mouth. “Motherfucker—”

    This time, you’re the one who grips his wrist. “Jaehyun, wait. It’s not worth it.”

    “They just stole all of our snacks! Am I supposed to just watch them get away with them?” he seethes. If not for his genuinely fuming expression, you would’ve laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

    “They already had a head-start, Jae. I doubt you’ll be able to chase them down. And what if someone sees you? How are we supposed to explain why Jung Jaehyun of NCT was sprinting in the rain after a stranger with a bag of snacks?”

    His shoulders sag. “But… our snacks… and your chocolate! What about your chocolate?”

    “It’s fine. I didn’t even get the version I liked. They were all out of the original ones.”

    Jaehyun slumps back into his seat, defeated. “Should we call the police?”

    You snicker. “And tell them our snacks got stolen? They’d laugh in our faces.”

    “I hate that you’re right. I wish they’d treat snack theft with the same severity of other crimes,” he jests, despite still being obviously disheartened. “Hope whoever that was gets struck by lightning and fucking sizzles out there.” He cards a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”

    “It wasn’t your fault, Jae. I mean, who the hell steals snacks anyway?”

    “No, not that. Well, I am sorry about that but what I meant was... I screwed this up.”

    “Screwed what up?”

    “You know how everyone was acting really strangely today?”

    “You guys weren’t being very secretive about it.”

    He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, well, it was because they were helping me get us alone.”

    Jaehyun’s confession is like the final piece of a puzzle; the final thread to connect all the dots together. “So that explains why everyone collectively decided to not show up today, and why the glasses were on the top shelf, and why you guys said I was on snack duty when I clearly wasn’t! And I bet the car isn’t even busted too!”

    He nods, a wry smile etched onto his lips. “The glasses weren’t actually a part of the plan, but in the end, they were in my favour, so I’m not pissed about it.” You flush as the memory floods you. “They did all of that, and yet I still blew it.”

    “Who said you blew it?” you say. Jaehyun lifts his head to look at you. “We’re alone right now, aren’t we?”

    He swipes his tongue over his teeth. “Well, yeah, I suppose we are.”

    “So, just tell me you like me already.”

    Jaehyun jerks back in his seat. “You knew?”

    “Of course I knew,” you grin, “because, I like you too.”

    His face breaks out into the widest smile possible; one that stretches his lips so much that it must ache. “You do?”

    “Yes, I do,” you giggle. “Even though you got our snacks stolen.”

    By the time you two make it back to the dorm, clothes dripping rainwater onto the carpet, lips swollen from stolen kisses, and smiles teeming with euphoria, the rest of the street is already dark. Johnny, Jungwoo and Doyoung greet you with knowing smiles and playful comments.

    “Look, I’m super happy for you guys and stuff but,” Jungwoo gestures to your empty hands, “where the hell are the snacks?”

[sunaswife]

A Suna Rintarou series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

Y/N: PART 13!!!! Wlishwuwhwjwjshsjsjshah

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc seven-slide one: Kageyama Y/N🤍

“Are you sure it’s okay for us to have a picnic in a cemetery?” Tobio asked. “Shh It’s fine and if the priest comes then we’ll apologize and leave.” You told him and he nodded. The only black clothes Tobio owned were some work out clothes so he had a pair of black jeans and a black t shirt. You came prepared and you wore a simple black summer dress. Tobio carried the basket of grandpa’s favorite food and you held his favorite flowers as well as a volleyball.

When you arrived at your grandfathers grave you and Tobio quickly cleaned it up and apologized to your grandfather for not visiting sooner and frequently. You placed his favorite flowers and food on the grave as you and Tobio sat on a blanket and began eating some of grandpa’s favorite food to commemorate him.

“D-do you think grandpa is upset that I stopped playing volleyball?” You asked suddenly and Tobio stopped eating. “I mean I’ll admit you have or had potential to be one of the best female setters not only in the prefecture but probably in the whole nation. You gave it up because you were overwhelmed and not in the right headspace. But now I honestly think you seem happier. The way you talk about helping Inarizaki and everything. Maybe you’re better off behind the scenes like becoming a future coach or something.” Tobio said and you sighed and looked at the grave. “You didn’t answer my question, you indirectly told me off but that’s okay.”

“He wouldn’t be upset. My sister is a hairstylist. Not a pro player. One way or another we’d move on and do our own things. He shouldn’t be upset that we’re happy and thriving at our own passions.” He said and you nodded and smiled.

Yeah for the first time, Tobio made sense.

While you were in Miyagi visiting family and your grandfathers grave back at home there was so much tension between Suna and Atsumu. You could literally cut it with a knife. Suna didn’t wait for the twins to get dressed he just left straight home after practice. He layed in his bed with hair soaking wet. He wants nothing more than to have you in his arms as you reassure that you’ll never leave him. He wants you to tell him you love him. He wants you to promise that he’ll be your everything. And you won’t leave him for some other guy.

His phone started buzzing and he sighed and check the caller ID but immediately perked up when it was a FaceTime call from you. He shook his head and brushed his hair with his fingers to at least look somewhat presentable and debated if he should take off his sweatshirt so he could tease you. In the end he decided not to and he cuddled the stuffed pig you won him at a festival not too long ago. You both won eachother gifts and you asked for a fox plush because it reminded you of him and he asked for a pig because of the same thing. You got mad and embarrassed but he even explained how the pig had a crown so it was definitely you since you’re his princess. You were not pleased but you eventually gave up. He cherished the pig.

“Were you sleeping?” You asked as you saw Suna laying in bed, wrapped like a burrito. “I can’t sleep.” He sighed. He was so happy to hear your voice. It was soothing. “Why not? Did you take your melatonin pills?” You asked and he nodded. “You’re not here. I miss you. And practice was rough. I swear I’m going to kill Atsumu one of these days.” He groaned and you chuckled. “Don’t stoop down to his level, babe. If it makes you feel better I’m getting my ass kicked by my cousin. We’ve been playing volleyball nonstop so now I have bruises and I’m kind of sore.” You tried to lighten him up. “I’ll gladly massage you when you come back.” He answered and you smiled.

“Really?” You asked hopefully.

“No.”

“Okay damn.” You muttered. “That’s one of your punishments for that stunt earlier. Maybe Shawn Mendes can give you a massage.” He sassed and you pouted. “Jerk, then I won’t give you kisses.” You argued. “I won’t give you booty slaps.” He said and you started laughing. “Booty slaps? Seriously?” You asked and he shrugged when you two are alone, he has a habit of giving your butt a love tap. Whether that be you guys walking around a convenience store, or at the gym when no one is looking he’ll sneak a smack here or there. Even when you two are making out and you’re on top. He’ll give it a smack and guide your hips over his crotch. “I miss you.” You spoke quietly. “I miss you too.” He replied as you both continued to talk about your days.

He really really misses you.

Previously

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[rainbowshawn]

Prove It

A/N: I’m fiiiinally back! Sorry it took so long for me to finally post again. My life has kind of hit a low point and I lost pretty much all motivation to write. The past month has been an absolute shit show for me but y’all have been so so so supportive so thank you! Hopefully this isn’t too bad, my writing skills are real rough lol.

Warnings: smut, spanking, dom!shawn, language

Summary: Shawn’s stubble. That’s it.

Word Count: 4.2k

The sound of the door clicking shut was the first thing to break your attention away from your book all night. Your eyes quickly dart up, watching your boyfriend stumble into your shared space for the first time in a few weeks. Shawn had been in New York, attending some not-so-fun business meetings regarding his new album and you could just sense the stress rolling off of him in waves.

You watch as he tosses his keys on the counter and kicks his shoes off haphazardly, leaving them in the middle of the floor to your dismay. He looks exhausted, that much is evident by his messy hair and sunken in eyes but it’s only when he sits next to you, pulling you into his lap that you notice the stubble decorating his defined chin.

“Hey there, handsome,” you sing, cupping his face in your hand as your other arm drapes around his shoulders.

He leans into your soft palm, moving his face briefly to press a kiss to it before quietly responding, “Hi, beautiful. Missed you.”

Your lips meet his, lingering only for a moment before breaking apart again. His eyes are half-lidded, riddled with sleep. You brush your fingers through his hair, ghosting gently against his ears knowing how soothing he finds the action. The two of you catch up for a few minutes, talking about the past few days since he didn’t have too much time to call you. You smile at him softly while he talks, biting your lip as you thumb across the prickly hair on his chin.

“Gone for a week and now you’re all grown up on me, hm?” you tease, watching him blush bashfully as he giggles.

“What do you mean?” he asks, oblivious as ever, looking at you with a confused expression.

“This stubble!” you sing, giggling at his unawareness.

“Ahh,” he hums, suddenly aware of the prickly hair he’d been ignoring all week, “Didn’t feel like shaving, been too tired. I kinda hate it,”

He fiddles with a stray thread on your sweater, avoiding your gaze as you keep petting his curls. You kiss his warm forehead and breathe in his intoxicating scent for the first time in days.

“Mmm, I don’t usually like facial hair but it looks so sexy on you,” you hum, threading your fingers into his locks and tugging teasingly.

His breath hitches at the sensation and he feels his member immediately plump up a bit in his tight jeans. His lip sneaks between his teeth, turning the pink skin white with pressure. You watch it slowly snap back into place and decide they’re ultimately too inviting to resist. Your lips move in sync, sliding and nipping.

His body aches for you after days apart. His soul yearned for you in your absence and he felt unimaginable relief and desire flush his veins as you sat atop of him. His strong palms grab your hips, helping you sling your leg across so you could straddle him. The back of the couch supports him as he leans his weight back, tugging you with him. The kiss is dizzying and you giggle as you feel his stubble begin to scrape down your neck as he dresses you with kisses.

He hums against your skin inquisitively, not bothering to stop his affection.

“Mmm, you’re scratchy,” you hum, craning your neck back as he gives you occasional little nips.

His head pops up instantly, lips resting under your chin as he stammers out, “Want me to go shave? I’m sorry, baby, I’ll get rid of it and then we can keep kissing. Wanna love on you,”

You only giggle more as you take in his concerned expression as he’s trying to lift you off of his lap and stand up.

“No, no, bubby! I like it!” you assure, grabbing his face and ghosting his lips with your own once again, “You look like a man.”

His eyebrows knit together and his palms squeeze your hips tightly as he shoots you an offended look, “I am a man!”

You can tell he’s only half offended but you decide to tease him further; curious as to where you could take the night.

“Mmm, yeah?” you hum teasingly, twirling a stray curl that had fallen into his eyes around your finger.

“I am.”

“Prove it then,”

He practically growls, leaning back into your plump, waiting lips. Your hips rut against his as your mouths work together. The kiss is urgent and most definitely overflowing with passion. The air is stolen from your chest as he presses his stiff member into you. The kiss falters slightly as you gasp into his mouth while your fingers tug at his curls. His hands leave shrill goosebumps in their wake as they trail from your waist down to your hips where they assist your movements against him, gripping so tightly you wouldn’t be shocked if they left tiny little bruises under your skin.

His hands rock you back and forth against him, pulling your centers as close together as he can possibly get them. You groan into his mouth at the delicious friction and it’s only seconds later that he has you flipped onto your back. The kiss breaks for a moment; Shawn pulling away to get a good look at you for the first time in days. His eyes have a deep hunger festered inside of them and you shudder against the couch you’re laid out on. His greedy fingers peel off your top, discarding it to the side and then loop into your pants, leaving you with only panties underneath him.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he pants, worked up from the steamy moment, “You don’t even realize.”

A smile breaks across your face, imperfectly perfect and he swears he feels his heart do a flip deep in his chest.

“You gonna stare at me for the rest of the night or are you gonna make me feel good, big boy?” you tease, blushing madly as he returns to kissing your bare skin.

“Gonna be a brat or do you want to cum tonight, babygirl?” he tuts back without missing a beat; stopping to flick his tongue against your hardened nipple. Your back arches and you bite down on your lip as you feel his stubble scraping against your delicate skin, leaving the most delicious burn behind. If he wasn’t slotted between your legs, you know his words would’ve made your trembling thighs clench together.

His attention goes to the other side for a moment before his lips kiss down your sternum, to your bellybutton, and soon to the top of your panties. The feeling of kisses lingers longer than normal from the added sensation from his stubble and you can’t say you mind one bit. Your body is riddled with goosebumps and you feel your arousal pooling between your legs as he gazes up at you.

His fingers loop into the sides of your panties but his eyes are searching for your consent. It’s only when you mutter out a small ‘please’, that he tugs the fabric down your legs. His large hands quickly grab your shins, folding you up and spreading you open for his greedy eyes. His plump lips hang open at the sight of you; wet and needy beneath him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, mostly to himself, “look at you, babe. All this for me?”

His honey eyes are somehow darker at the sight of you. The dim lighting in the living room only accentuated his sharp features and he could faintly see the deep crimson blush adorning your cheeks. Your breath hitches as you watch his tongue slide over his bottom lip while his eyes bore into yours.

Your blood is laced with desire and you have to fight like a dog to hold yourself back from pulling him to where you need him the most. You know you poked the bear and you’d do anything for him to give you what you want. Your body was aching for him and you decide you don’t have time for any games.

It’s only seconds later that he’s laid out on his stomach, peppering kisses to your thighs. You whimper lightly as his lips tease your sensitive skin; kissing everywhere except where you want- no, need him.

His eyes are fixated on you, watching for every reaction to his trained touch. His lips ghost up your thigh, sucking teasingly on the spot where your leg meets your core. Your thighs clench around his head for a split second before a smack against your bum pulls you out of your haze.

“Sit still,” he asserts, moving closer to your dripping heat. You sigh, trying your best to relax into his embrace. “Be a good girl.”

His lips finally press kisses up your slit and you hum with satisfaction. You feel his tongue poke out, sliding against your bundle of nerves slowly. You’re aching for more, this much he knows. But he’s gonna make you pay for your teasing.

“Ah-” you yelp as his teeth nip at your clit, tugging gently before soothing it with his tongue. Your legs try to shut but his hands are still planted on your shins, keeping you opened up for his taking. He shoots you a warning with his eyes while a smirk makes its way across his lips. Little shit.

His wet tongue stays at a slow pace for a moment- he likes it when you get needy. Your little choked sighs are making his member ache in his tight pants but he’s too fucked to care. He’s too busy savoring the taste of you to even notice. His tongue picks up its pace, swirling around your bundle with ease. His lips stop occasionally, sucking on your plush center before picking back up with his skilled tongue. His coarse hair rubs at your sensitive button, making you groan at the new feeling.

“Shawn, fuck-“ you blurt, reaching for his hair out of habit. Your hand jerks to a stop, falling to your side instead; not wanting the pleasure to stop in case he punishes you.

Your eyes fall down to where he resides between your legs and you moan at the sight of him. His eyes are closed, lashes softly lying atop of his rosy cheeks. His lips are swollen and pink, covered in your juices. The sound of your moan prompts his eyes open, softly fluttering until they meet yours. A smirk sneaks across his lips as his tongue flicks at you.

“Feel good, baby?” he whispers, breath fanning across your core, “Like how my tongue feels?”

“God, it's so good,” you mutter, head falling back against the armrest of the white couch.

You don’t notice his hand sneaking up until his fingers are threading between yours. His warm palm envelops yours, squeezing tightly as he continues his attention on your throbbing center. You take it as an okay to touch him; sneaking your fingers under his soft tee with your other hand and tracing illegible patterns on his back.

He hums, vibrating against you and you buck your hips against his face. His free hand moves and you gasp when you feel two of his fingers prodding at your entrance before slowly slipping in. The feeling of your tight walls tugging on his digits has him aching; rutting against the couch for any friction.

“So tight, babylove,” he grunts against you, mostly to himself. “Got your pussy all wet for me, hm?”

His fingers are pumping in and out of you, assisting his tongue in pulling you closer to the edge. Your skin burns against his stubble but you welcome the sting. The feeling is different but so fucking addicting.

“Shawnshawnshawn,” you pant moments later, creeping towards the blissful edge, “don’t fucking stop,”

He doesn’t, he only picks up his speed as he feels your walls getting impossibly tighter around him. Seconds later he takes in your demeanor; arched and breathless, before he sits back on his knees, replacing his tongue with his thumb. He flicks at you ruthlessly, watching your center pulsate as you explode.

It’s in this moment that he realizes how hungry he is; how selfish. How he wants more, more, more. He wants to please you over and over.

“Fuck that was beautiful, lovey,” he whispers against your lips, shifting to lay his body weight on top of you. Your legs wrap around his waist tugging him closer to you. Your lips meet in a sloppy kiss and it’s on minutes later that he’s got you worked up once again.

“You ready for me?” his voice is low and rugged in your ear, begging for more. Your eyes flutter open, swimming with desire from your last orgasm. You nod quickly, pulling his t-shirt off of his sculpted body. He stands up, making quick work of his jeans and boxers. You whimper at the sight of his member springing up against his stomach, smacking against it with a dull thud.

“C’mere, love,” he says, extending his hand out to help you up. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you to his lips quickly before turning you around. “Want you on your knees.”

His hands rest on your waist, assisting you in situating yourself on the couch. You're knelt on the plushy cushion with your elbows propped on the back of the couch. You spare a glance behind you, shooting him a lustful gaze as he presses his hips into your bum. Chills trickle down your spine as he palms your cheeks, spreading you open for his taking.

“God, look at this fuckin’ ass,” he grumbles, landing a smack against your right side, “You look so pretty bent over for me.”

With all the hormones pumping through your system, you’re left speechless. Wordlessly you wiggle your ass around for him, making him groan at the way your plush bum jiggles. Another slap lands across your ass, leaving a red, blotchy print behind.

“Behave.”

You whimper, pressing your face into the white cushion. He takes his time behind you, admiring your physique. His heart is pounding in his chest as he takes you in. All of you. The curve of your spine. Your hair swung over one shoulder. The smoothness of your skin.

Your pull on him leaves an ache in his bones. Somehow always satisfied, but he just can’t seem to get enough of you. You make his knees weak. His heart race. And he knows he’ll never be the same.

Your back arches further as he takes his member in his hand and presses into you. You yelp briefly at the stretch of him sinking inside you. He watches with hooded eyes as his length disappears in your velvety walls and shudders at the feeling. Whimpers falling out of your chest signal to him that you’re still adjusting so he gives you one tiny thrust before he gives you a moment to stretch out.

“Man enough, babe?” he mutters cockily; pressing sloppy kisses to your bare shoulder.

“Mmm, not sure yet,” you tease, turning back to watch him.

Shawn isn’t one to get his ego hurt, really. But something inside him is itching, clawing it’s way out to prove himself to you. He knows he always leaves you satisfied- he was hyper-aware of your pleasure at all times. But tonight is different.

Your words encourage him to deliver another pointed thrust deep inside you; pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. His hand comes down on your thigh- hard.

“Oh fuck,” you choke out, knowing you’re really in for it tonight.

“If I wasn’t man enough, you wouldn’t be dripping down your fucking legs, princess,” he whispers casually in your ear; voice dripping with lust. At his words, your hips rut back into his; signaling that you were ready for him. With that, he’s off for the races.

Although you know what to expect, you’re still taken by surprise when his hips slam into you. He sets a brutal pace from the get-go and you can only whine in response.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ wreck you,” he moans, throwing his head back.

“Fuck, Shawn, please.” you pant, rutting your hips back against him.

He knocks the air out of your lungs as he thrusts deep inside of you. Your moans are muffled by the cushion you’ve buried your face in and his cock swells impossibly thicker than he ever thought possible at the sounds. He delivers a series of deep thrusts, making dull harmonies of skin against skin ring through the air.

“Being so good for me,” he blurts, smacking your ass again, “my good fuckin’ girl,”

A fire is being lit deep in your tummy as he rails into you. It’s only when his skilled fingers sneak around you and press into your clit that your moans double. Your body jerks forward but his strong hand grips your hip and yanks you back to him.

“I’m yours, Shawn,” you whine, trying to stabilize yourself on your shaky thighs.

“That’s right, babe. Who makes you feel this good?”

“You do,” you reply quickly, craning your neck back as pleasure envelops you.

Your neck is further extended as his hand gets a grip of your hair, pulling you back to look at him.

“Say my name.”

His tone creates butterflies deep in the pit of your gut. It’s darker than usual; raspier and deep. It makes you wanna do anything he asks. Makes you wanna scream out your lungs for him.

“S-Shawn,” you stammer, “you make me feel so fucking good,”

Your praise goes straight to his dick, making him throb inside of you. He’s a pleaser, that’s for sure. Now is no exception as he collides into you, pulling sweet melodies from your chest.

“You’re taking my cock so well, baby. Takin’ me so well in that little pussy,”

He watches as his length disappears deep inside of you. Watches your walls wrap around him, getting tugged with the motions. You’re getting tighter and tighter around him as his fingers still swirl against your sensitive button. You feel his veiny cock dragging in and out as he pounds into you at a ruthless pace and clench around him.

“Gonna cum for me? That pussy wants to cum, doesn’t it?” he teases, speeding his fingers up.

“God, please let me cum Shawn,” you beg, “please.”

“Cum baby, cum on my cock” he pants, preparing for the throbbing feeling, “give it to me.”

It’s only seconds later that the coil in your stomach snaps, clenching repeatedly on him. You throb uncontrollably around him, tugging his cock beautifully. His breath hitches at the feeling and he keeps up his pace, fucking you through your high. Your quiet moans reach a boiling point, now echoing through the room and mixing with the sound of your bodies colliding. His eyes practically bulge out of his head as he watches your cunt squeeze him.

“Feel so fuckin good. Gonna make me cum, babygirl,” he blurts out, stammering a bit. His pace is choppier now, faltering a bit as your walls pull him closer to his high.

“Cum in me Shawn, I’m all yours” you whine, trying to get him there, “Fill me up, baby, I wanna feel it.”

His head tosses back as he pounds into you, feeling heat creeping up from his toes. His breath is ragged as he collapses into you, still hammering away at your center. Only seconds later he’s cumming; thick globs inside of you. Your core flutters around him at the feeling, furthering his pleasure.

“Fuck, princess,” he grunts, slowing his hips down gradually as the bliss becomes too much.

A few moments later, he’s tugging his shaft out of you. You shudder as your body releases him, feeling suddenly empty. You collapse back into the couch, chest heaving as you pull your mind back together after your second earth-shattering orgasm of the night. The last thing you’re expecting is to feel his hands prying your legs apart again.

“Shaaawn,” you whine, eyes popping open to gaze up at him in disbelief. Fuck, he’s insatiable.

Your thighs clench when his long fingers slide against you, scooping up some of the cum that was oozing out of you. He only smirks in response, extending his hand out to your mouth, prompting you with his eyes.

The scene is filthy; him slipping his fingers into your waiting mouth, licking up your shared juices like you can’t get enough. And really, you can’t. The simple action already has you throbbing and wanting more. You hum around his fingers, eyes fluttering shut.

“Want you to give me another one. Think you can give it to me, lovey?” he inquires softly, contrasting his dominant demeanor.

You nod slowly with his fingers still deep in your mouth. He pulls them back quickly, moving to prod them at your sopping wet entrance.

“Look at that pretty cunt,” he whispers, “Dripping with my cum, hmm?”

He hums as he spreads the cloudy liquid up to your sensitive clit. You cry out as his calloused fingers start playing with it once again; swirling effortlessly. Your face is burning red and your chest heaves as he plays with your overstimulated center.

His eyes are fixated on your pink slit, dripping wet. All for him. He watches as he sinks two long fingers deep inside of you, hooking them to find the spongy spot deep within your walls. His pace starts off slow, working you back up after two beautiful orgasms. He’s amazed at his effect on you. Amazed that you’re his. It’s pure devotion. Forever. He couldn’t ask for anything more.

“So fuckin wet,” he whispers, rubbing your thigh with his free hand.

“Shawn, oh my god,” you whine as he picks up speed again.

His fingers coax in and out of you, curling perfectly every time. He hits your spot with ease, getting deeper than you ever could. He sits up a little straighter, using his free hand to start playing with your clit again. Your chest is burning with fire, mumbling out incoherent words as he works you back up.

“Come on baby, give me one more,” he murmurs, focusing his eyes on your center.

You’re gripping at your breasts aimlessly, trying to hold onto any bit of this world as you hurdle towards another orgasm. His fingers jam into you roughly, tugging beautiful whines out of your pink lips. Your thighs are shaking and his wrists ache but fuck, he’s lost in you.

His efforts only need to go on for seconds longer before you finally explode for him again. Your body shakes against the couch, overwhelmed with bliss. The feeling is almost too much but the way his eyes are trained on your fluttering center rids your mind of everything else. He watches in amazement as your tight walls clench around his fingers, pushing out more of his cum. The sight is filthy and he can only hang his jaw in response.

He fucks you with his fingers until you’re pushing his hand away, overstimulated by his passionate treatment. He unsheathes you and crawls back up your body slowly before pressing kisses to your sweaty hairline.  

“Did so good,” he whispers into your ear, brushing your hair softly, “So good for me, sweet girl.”

Tears leak down past your temples and into your hair as you take deep breaths. His expression shifts and he thumbs at the wet streaks, clearing them off of your blushed face.

“You okay, baby? Too much? Did I hurt you?” he stammers out quickly, suddenly concerned.

You shake your head, giggling softly, “No, just felt so good,”

He smiles down at you, blushing wildly before he presses his swollen lips to yours. You share a brief passionate kiss before he breaks away, pulling you into his lap.

“So,” he starts, brushing his fingers up your spine, “Did I prove it?”

“Mhm,” you nod, smiling softly as you brush your nose against his.

You’re typically quiet after sex, especially after three rounds. It’s how he knows you’re satisfied. He just breathes you in, taking in your embrace after spending too long apart. His lips press against your burning cheek, stamping little pecks of love across your skin as you fiddle with his curls.

“Missed you so much,” you whisper into the still air; finally feeling safe in his arms again.

“Missed you too, lovey. We get a few weeks together now. No interruptions,” he replies softly, leaning his forehead against yours. You giggle in response,

“Maybe we can have more nights like tonight,”

“Oh, believe me,” he insists, raising his eyebrows, “we will.”

You sit together for a few more moments, just re-familiarizing yourselves with each other until he speaks up again,

“How ‘bout I run you a bath?” he pitches, searching your tired eyes for a response. His lips trail across your face, still pressing occasional kisses there, leaving a slight sting behind as his prickly hairs rub against your skin.

“Mmm, sounds lovely. Would you wanna join me, maybe?”

“Of course, sweet pea,” he chuckles, picking you up with ease and carrying you off to the bathroom.

“Maybe I can throw your razor out while you aren’t looking,”

“What?!”

[hazzoranstories]

THE WHITE SUN AT MIDNIGHT | J.BLACK Ch. 24

Mark Consuelos as Mika Miller

Jhonattan Burjack as Dakoda Withler

Vito Basso as Shawne Perce

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"Hey, Paige, I- oh," Bella announced her entrance as she walked through Paige's bedroom door without a single knock causing her great embarrassment when she saw Paige and Jacob making out. They quickly disconnected, and Jake cleared his throat awkwardly as Paige got off him.

"Yes, sister?" the Claymore questioned while playing with her fingers.

"I was going to say that I was going over to Jake's, but I guess he's here already . . . . which I'm going to ask about later," the brunette replied, and Paige nodded swiftly.

"What do you need, Bells?" Jake cut the awkward tension.

"Erm- oh right, I um- can you like investigate my room? Like pick up a scent or something?" the older sister asked kindly, and the werewolf nodded. He got up, and Bella led him to her room.

"You do realize that you have a werewolf right here, right?" Paige stated, gesturing herself. Jake chuckled as he opened the door but howled when he smelled the obnoxious scent of a vampire.

"Wow," he gasped, and Paige covered her nose with her shirt to block the intoxicating odor. Both wolves began trying to lock the scent into their heads, and when they were certain they could remember it, Bella guided them outside. Once they saw Edward standing near his car, the imprints scowled.

"Whoever it was, he left his stink behind. It'll be hard to miss when we cross it again. We'll handle it from here," Jake hissed to the vampire.

"We don't need you to handle anything. Or anyone," Edward cut him off.

"We could care less what you need," Paige snapped.

"All right, we're done here," the bronze-haired boy grabbed Bella's arm and was going to drag her to the car when Isabella yanked her arm away.

"No, you're done here," Jacob barked, edging closer to Edward.

"Stop! I'm tired of this. From now on, I'm Switzerland, okay?" the Swan snarled, and the supernatural creatures glared at each other.

"Screw you, Vamp," Paige muttered with venom glossing her tongue. She walked off into the woods; Jake merely looked at the couple before racing after her.

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"Paige!" Seth exclaimed to the imprints who had entered Emily's house to visit the pack. The young shifter got up from the couch where he was doing his homework and ran up to the blonde. He hugged her warmly, and she returned it. They heard a low growl escape Jake's lips, which earned a playfully shove from Embry, who entered behind them along with Paul, Jared, Sam, and Quil.

"Oh, calm down, Jake. It's not like Seth could ever get a girl like that," Jared joked and smacked Seth's shoulder.

"Like that? Am I supposed to be offended?" Paige crossed her arms.

"Depends," Quil shrugged, and Paige glared at the two smirking boys.

"I'm about to beat you two, just so ya know," the girl threatened.

"Oh please," Paul scoffed.

"I would recommend you three start running," Sam advised, and they all looked at each other before sprinting out of the house. Paige kissed Jake's cheek before running after them.

On his way to the woods, Jared tripped over a branch and stumbled before getting up and continuing. Paige took this chance to tackle him to the ground. He let out a cry almost similar to a whine of desperation, and Paul and Quil looked back at him.

Everyone in the house went outside to enjoy the show, and it was definitely worth it. Paige had Jared's hands held behind his back as he wiggled from under her.

"Oh, come on, Jare!" Paul scolded him. With all his strength, Jared rolled him and Paige over and pushed her away. He tried to join his two friends, but Paige yanked his shoulders back and flung him in the air, causing him to phase.

Everyone froze as Jared growled at the female wolf. "Nice phase, Jare," Paige teased, and Jared snapped his jaw at her, making Jake step forward, but Sam placed a hand across his chest. The Alpha grit his teeth at his "leader" and stepped back.

Paige sniggered and was deciding what to do with the agitated shifter when Leah burst from the woods. "Sam! Wolves . . . . trespassing . . . . boarder," she yelled through pants. Everyone shot alive and quickly followed Leah to the La Push borders.

It was almost an hour of heavy breathing and sprinting later until the pack arrived there to see five other shape-shifters standing proudly on the Quileute's land. Three of them were huge, with the height of Sam and the build of Jake combined; they looked almost too big to be werewolves. One of them was the average body type, but still bigger than Seth and Paige's small wolves. And the last one was hidden between two large wolves. Paige could tell it was a she, and her form was tiny and cute.

'What do you want? Why are you trespassing on our land?' Sam showed his pointed teeth as he tried to converse with whoever was the Alpha in this pack. But no one responded. His dark eyes narrowed once he sensed no Alpha's presence besides Jacob's beside him.

The burliest of the pack stepped forward with its eyes darkening and leered at Paige. The two wolves continued to stare at each other until Paige stumbled over her feet as she tried to step back. Mika. Why was Mika here?!

'I'm here to take you home, Eva. Kambie is not pleased with you,' the Miller soothed in his calming and flowy voice.

Paige shook her furry head wildly, and the Uley pack all looked between both wolves. 'No, Mika. I can't. Kambie is going to have to extend the stay or something, please. I imprinted on someone and don't plan on leaving. Please, Mika. For me,' the girl begged with a small whine escaping her lips.

'You don't have a choice, Eva. Don't make this difficult for you and your friends,' a lower voice hummed into the white wolf's thoughts, and she looked over to the wolf beside Mika. It was Dakoda Withler, a childhood friend of Teydon's.

'I can't! Just give me a year, and then I'll come back, please. Let me finish school, spend some more time with Bella and Charlie, and wait for my imprint to leave school. Then he and I will go-'

'He can't come with. Kambie won't allow any imprints to penetrate our behavior. He banned them all from our land . . . . it'll be safer for everyone if you just come with us,' Mika cut Paige off.

'Just do it, Clay!' Chloe's squeaky voice whined, and the Claymore looked to the smallest wolf, then back at Mika and Dakoda, and finally at the Uley pack. Jake looked beyond worried and frustrated that he didn't know what was going on. Paige huffed and glanced at her friends from Washington one more time before heading over to the Anderson pack. God, she hated saying or even thinking about that. It was just another reminder that her father is dead and Kambie is her leader now.

Her head was down as the new Beta - Mika - nudged her forward, and Dakoda grabbed her by the skin on her neck with his rather dull teeth compared to Sam's or Kambie's. Jake let out a roaring growl as he advanced despite Sam's orders to stay put.

'Can you please at least show them your faces?' Paige pleaded to Mika, who looked down at her.

'Why? So your imprint can hunt us down? No, thank you,' Dakoda barked, and Paige glared at him. He always annoyed her with his arrogance. She liked to tease Teydon that that's where he got it from since Dakoda was a couple of years older than her past crush. Mika gazed at his deceased best friend's daughter and slowly nodded to the bushes. The Anderson wolves slowly hid in the shrubs and unphased, changing quickly. The Uley pack saw this, and Sam ordered Jake, Embry, Jared, and himself to change while Seth, Paul, Leah, and Quil remained as wolves to be cautious.

They all emerged and what they saw made the Uley pack almost stop in their tracks. There stood their neighboring wolves, Ryland and Chloe, along with three other men. They were all strong and muscular, but the smallest was easy to point out. He had shoulder-length brown hair accompanied by his tan skin and tattoo of mountains with a bow and arrow drawn on his collarbone. Paige only knew his name, Shawne Perce.

Dakoda had his short curly black hair like he always did, a complete mess. But it worked for him since he's had more success with girls than most of his friends. Including Teydon. He wore the same tattoo that Shawne had on his left bicep that marked the wolf pack. And finally, there was Mika. He was extremely good looking for his age of forty-six and was almost a whole 10 years older than Kambie, yet he had only managed to get as far as Beta in the pack.

With his tensed shoulders and growing scowl, Sam neared the Anderson pack with Jake and Jared by his side. "Let me ask you this again. Who are you? What do you want? And why are you trespassing on our land?" the Alpha hissed, and Mika stepped forward, pushing Paige behind him slightly.

"I am Mika Miller. You may know my children," Mika pointed to Chloe and Ryland. "We mean no harm to you or your land. We just came here to pick up Paige. She is part of our pack and needs to come home under Alpha's orders," Jake was close to losing it and choking this Mika guy for trying to steal his imprint.

"Well, you can't have her," the werewolf sneered.

Dakoda leaned down to Paige's ear and whispered, "imprint." Paige nodded, and he raised his eyebrows with a look of pride.

"I'm sorry, but we must take her home. If not, then it puts both her and your pack at risk. If the Alpha of our pack finds out she stayed here when she was supposed to leave right after she phased to stay with an imprint . . . ." Dakoda trailed off then sighed. "All hell will break loose."

"Who is the name of your Alpha?" Sam questioned.

"Kambie Anderson. He was formally the Beta when Chayton Claymore was Alpha. But he's recently passed, and Kambie is a brutal Alpha who shows no mercy to the unwanted," Mika uttered with disappointment for his best friend.

It was silent for a while as Sam pondered over the overwhelming thoughts and decisions. Jake was screaming at him on one side of his head while his other side tried to think. "All right-"

"No! Sam, you aren't going to let them take her! She belongs here! With me!" Jacob shouted, and Paige tried to quiet him down, but Ryland grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"Jacob!" Sam interrupted, and Jake's chest was heaving up and down in anger. "Is there any way for her to stay here and for Kambie to remain contained in his land?" Sam asked, trying to find some way to keep Paige there. He knew that if this were Emily, he'd do everything in his power to keep her with him, so he tried to show some sympathy for Jacob.

Mika sighed and rubbed his temple. "I could tell him that we couldn't find her, and she was no longer in Washington. It'll lead him away from here, but it won't be long before he finds out I lied to him. Once he does find out, which he will, he'll be furious and will come for her himself," the Beta explained.

"What's so important about Paige anyway?" Jared inquired, then added, "no offense, Paige."

"None taken."

"Paige is the only person who can overthrow Kambie as Alpha. Since she was not only the Alpha's daughter but the chief's, nonetheless, she can become Alpha if enough of the pack agrees, which is highly likely based on how Kambie treats them. So Kambie wants the one thing that makes his Alpha position at risk to be gone," Ryland cut in for the first time.

"He's not killing my imprint," Jacob hissed through his locked jaw.

"If he finds her and she is too weak, then yes, he will," Dakoda crushed Jake's determination. He was about to leap at Dakoda in fury, but Jared and Embry held him back.

"Jake," Paige whispered, and Jacob looked at her with fiery eyes. His muscles immediately softened once he looked at her, and he pulled out of Jared and Sam's grip.

"I'll tell Kambie that she left Washington and is somewhere unknown," Mika told the group, and Sam nodded. "You'll have about a month before he finds out-"

"That's it!" Jake roared, getting his immense anger back. Mika's lips fell into a straight line, and he shrugged.

"I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do. Why wouldn't I want to protect a girl like a daughter to me?" with those words, the Anderson pack walked away.

"Wait!" Paige called, and they all looked back. "Tell . . . . tell Kaimbe that I will overthrow him. He deserves to die after what he did to my father," she choked out.

Mika smiled softly at her. "Agreed."

[2018shawn]

all over again

a/n: part of the 1+1 series, you can find the first part here. 

warnings: mentions of not being able to conceive so please do not read if it will make you uncomfortable !!! swearing, making out on the sofa lol, quite a bit of sadness?? I'm sorry????

based on: 

Imagine Shawn trying to reassure the reader after yet again another negative pregnancy test (but like he’s breaking down himself because he really wants a baby)🥺 

Omg how about Shawn and y/n not being able to have a baby for a while even after that day so they decide to stop for a while because it was stressing y/n out too much (she was so sad and depressed over it and so was shawn) but after one sweet day they find out they’re actually pregnant🥺🥺🥺

The rain was appropriate for how you feel feeling. In fact, a tornado, tsunami and earthquake all rolled into would be more appropriate, but as you stare out the car window with the rain trickling down it, it still seemed fitting. Shawn’s hand had not left your thigh since you’d got in the car 15 minutes ago and he was thankful for driving an automatic and a very quiet commute so that his hand wasn’t required at the wheel.

His hand was present in the absence of his voice. He didn’t know what to say to make anything better and that was killing him alive. The skin on the inside of his cheek was practically gone, the same as any feeling in your heart. Your mind flash backed to the intense conversation held in your doctors’ room approximately 30 minutes ago, a tear forming in your eye for the first time since you left the building.

You should think about keeping your options open, there are surgery options, but all of course, with risks.

Mr. Mendes, I understand your frustration, but I think you should go home with your wife and discuss this meeting.

There have still been successful cases of fertility in situations very similar to yours, you can continue to keep trying to conceive naturally, there’s nothing stopping you.

You hadn’t felt the car come to a halt, “baby, we’re home.” Shawn’s hand gripped tighter on your thigh, although you felt nothing. He unbuckled your seatbelt for you, gentling letting it slide over your body until it hung loosely against the car interior. You simply nodded, grabbing your phone from the holder and opening the door. The rain felt like tiny pellets against your head but you appeared to be in no rush, Shawn grabbing your hand and practically dragging you across the driveway until you reached the door. He fumbled with his keys, his stupid keys that you always begged for him to sort out because no one needs 13 keys on one chain, eventually finding the door key and shoving it in the lock.

Once inside, you let your bag drop to the floor as a small, damp puddle created around both of your feet. “Come here,” he whispered, helping you out of your jacket, your arms coming across your body as the sudden cold temperature struck your body. He stripped you both of your outer garments, even going as far as bending down and pulling off your extremely loved dr marten boots.

Further in the house, he sat you on the sofa in front of the fire, which was quite possibly your favourite spot during weather seasons like this. He worked on lighting the fire, swearing to himself as his shaky hands failed to light the matches continuously. With a stubborn strike, he managed to light one, carefully hovering it over the fire starter blocks as he watched the feature before him turn amber with flames.

“You want something to eat?” He asked, grabbing the throw from the arm of the sofa, draping it over your body. You shook your head, staring into the smoking logs of the fire. “I can order pizzaaaa?” He tried to smile at you, nudging your side playfully as he dragged out the last vowel of the word.

You never thought that would be the sentence to make you burst into a zillion tears, but apparently it was. Your sobs were loud, slightly more dramatic than you’d have liked, but they were real. Shawn could do nothing but cling to you, calming whispering shhh’s and it’s gonna be okay into your ear as he rocked you back and forth. Your head was in his chest, your sobs slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt as a wet patch begin to form when your head rested.

“I’m fucking…” you began, salty tears filling your mouth as your opened it for the first time, “useless.”

He pulled you away from his chest, a hand on each shoulder and your head was floppy, barely able to keep upright. “y/n look at me,” he instructed you, but you still managed to avoid eye contact, instead looking around the room behind him. “Y/N!” he snapped, although his gestures were much gentler, his finger coming up beneath your chin. Whether it was to support you, or to grab your attention, you didn’t know, but felt warm at his touch. “You are not useless,” He began, shuddering at the words because they actually insulted him, “you are amazing. And incredible. And this is going to happen, if not in the way we want, then in some way or another. We’re gonna figure this out, honey, I promise.”

His long fingers were now encasing your face, his thumbs wiping away the fallen tears, your breathing slowly but surely steading. You were envious how he’d learnt all his dumb calming methods, how he’d learnt not to react in the moment (even though his utter shock and frustration was evident in the doctor’s office) but nonetheless, it was something you admired and was grateful for. “I’m sorry.” You simply state, a mixture of being sorry for the wet patch on his t shirt, saying words he didn’t want you to say and the general whole fucked up situation.

“Listen to me, you have nothing to be sorry for. This isn’t anyone’s fault. And I mean it, we will make it happen.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m gonna go get you some tea. And the pizza menu, because you need to eat, don’t think I haven’t noticed you skipping meals.” He scowled, rolling your body weight back so you were leant into the corner of the plush sofa. His hands worked on making sure the throw was covering your body adequately, your arms wrapping around yourself to make up for the loss of his body heat.

Shawn knew that when you were stressed, or having a bad day, that your appetite would dissipate, so they fact you were having a few all-round bad weeks was not ideal. He trudged into the kitchen, filling the kettle up with fresh water and retrieving your favourite mug from the cupboard. For the first time since leaving the doctors, he found himself thinking about his own emotions and reactions.

“so this anovulatory cycle thingy... we couldn’t have known about the struggle to conceive prior to trying for a baby?” Y/N had asked, picking at her fingernails with light clicks. “As you menstruate normally, possibly more heavily than normal, during your anovulatory cycle, it appears to be a normal cycle, so no, Mrs. Mendes, there's a very, very slim chance that you would have known it to be any different to your regular period. It is, however, uncommon in women of your age and normally affects either women who have only just begun menstruating or those closer to experiencing menopause, which is why I would like to send off your test results for further research.” He thought he could hear her heart shatter through the silence in the room, which only broke his too.

The kettle boiled erratically, and Shawn only stared at it, watching the steam escape furiously until it clicked, signalling it was fully heated. He knew it wasn’t her fault, he really did, he couldn’t possibly blame her if someone forced him to. The only but, is that he had to digest the news himself, but he didn’t see how that was fair to you. That you’re the one going through a pain you’ve never known; a pain of knowing your body isn’t doing what it should... that it’s failing you. The only thing that snapped Shawn out of his daze, was you coming up beside him, squeezing his arm with your small hand. “I... uh, sorry, babe. I could’ve brought it to you.”

She shrugged, picking up the kettle and pouring the boiling water into the two mugs, “you could do with a cup of tea too.” His heart warmed, at how no matter the situation, no matter the pain and no matter the heartache, you were willing to look after him just as much as he was you. He carried the tea’s back into the room, following the trail of your blanket.

“You wanna talk?” He asked, slumping down next to you, as close as he possibly could. You instantly curled into his side, the warm scent of his cologne and feeling of his cosy sweater filling your senses.

“I... dunno,” you simply say, meaning it. You didn’t know whether you were coming or going. Whether it was worth fighting for or giving up, because how many more negative pregnancy tests can you throw in the trash without feeling completely deflated. You supposed it was just as hard for Shawn; he had to go out in the world and pretend that everything was okay, that he was okay. You sighed, “it’s just been like 13 months now, since that holiday and we first tried…” The months had flown by, you’d celebrated Christmas, both of your birthdays and even a new album all within the time of trying to conceive. You’d probably had sex more times in the past 13 months than you had during the rest of your entire life put together, which wasn’t always a bad thing, but it was tiring. “… like aren’t you sick of trying now?”

He raised his eyebrows, looking down at you curled into his chest, “you think I’m bored of having sex with you?”

You laughed, for the first time in what felt like ever, smacking his chest with the back of your hand, “let me rephrase; aren’t you drained from failing?”

“Baby, we’re not failing. You’re not failing…” You couldn’t help but look up at him and cock your head with raised eyebrows as if to say, failing is exactly what we’re doing. He let out a nervous laugh, “okay well technically yeah we are,” and hearing him remind you, even though you knew it was right, you sighed again, nesting your head into the crook of his neck. “But, overall, we’re not going to fail. I promise you.”

You were staring at the movie, a bowl of your favourite popcorn in your lap all to yourself, because Shawn didn’t understand how people could think coconut and vanilla popcorn was enjoyable? Your feet were resting in his laps, his hands stroking the length of your bare legs. It was a lazy Monday and you’d woken up, with Shawn’s head in between your legs which is never a bad way to start the day.

He'd taken some time off working on the album, only spending minimal time in his home studio when he felt inspired to write. The rest of the time was based around you and the ground you walked on. It was when you conned him into watching the iron man trilogy that he knew you were feeling better than other days, which may be something to do with the way he’d chosen to wake you up. No matter through all of this, your love for each other never faded. Of course, it was hard and you took it out on each other in the heat of the moment sometimes and snapped at each other when times get tough, but the reality was, you were so in love it could make cupid sick.

“How can you watch these over and over?” He asked, hands circling the skin of your inner thigh.

Your head snapped to look at him, feeling defensive of your love for the avengers and everything that comes with it. “How can you sing the same song over and over?”

He threw his head back in laughter, grabbing the popcorn from your hand and setting it down on the floor by the sofa. Grabbing your leg nearest the backrest, he lifted it up high enough so that he could snake underneath, positioning himself in between your bare pins. He grunted as he got himself comfortable on top of you, hovering above your frame with the support of his forearms resting either side of your body. “Because I love doing it…” he whispered, planting a delicate kiss on your neck under your ear as your shuddered from the feeling of his soft breath “…over…” his lips worked downwards, sucking and nipping at your gentle skin “…and over…” you groaned when he reach the skin just above your collar bone, where he knew to be most sensitive, “and over.”

You knew he was technically still taking about his love for singing but couldn’t help feeling like he was talking about loving you. He most definitely was talking about you, more so than the music. His lips remind you of his presence as he nipped at a section of your skin that brought you back to reality, that you were here, on the sofa, with your husband in between your legs loving on you like it was his jobs. He looked up at you when a whimper escaped your lips, your back arching your body into his and hands roaming through his crazy undone hair. “What are you thinking about?” He hummed into your skin, causing shivers over your exposed skin.

The butterflies in your stomach were prominent and you wondered if he got them too. “Just that I love you,” you smiled, brushing his curls away from his face in order to make out his features. “God that was gross I’m sorry.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “I love you too.” He doesn’t know you keep watching him as his head dips back down to your chest, pulling down the collar of your baggy shirt to get as close to your breasts as he can. You don’t know why he doesn’t just remove the stupid shirt when his hands creep up from the bottom hem, brushing the skin of your stomach as they float higher.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, keeping him close as he worked wonders on your body, sending you into a heavenly state. Until the phone starting ringing, that was.

“Ugh, just ignore it it’s probably just Mila, I said about coming over for some dinner.” You groaned, keeping your legs stiff around his body in an attempt to hold him close.

Shawn couldn’t help but gaze over to the illuminated screen of your phone, the vibration movements causing it to bounce on the coffee table making it hard for him to see. Once he could make out the writing, he swiped it quickly, shoving it into your hands, “it’s Dr. Blake”

Pulling up to the doctor’s office, your hands fumbled as they nervously unclipped the seatbelt. You felt like you knew the office all too well these days, and quite frankly think you could’ve considered the receptionist as your new best friend.

The phone call you’d recieved two days ago, mid make out with Shawn, informed you that your test results hadn’t been as successful as they’d have liked and you needed to go back in to give more. So that day, you did exactly that. And now it’s Wednesday, and you’ve been brought in yet again and you think you might as well have your own room here. “Hey...” Shawn said, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, where he placed a soft kiss, “whatever happens, I love you, okay?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to fall any moment so instead of speaking you opted for a brief nod. He didn’t need to hear the words back to know you loved him too. You sighed as the sliding doors opened to the building, the receptionist smiley face picking up yours and Shawn’s immediately. “Have I seen you guys that much that I’m imagining you or are you actually here again?” She laughed a little and you appreciated her efforts of making your visit a more pleasant one.

“Nope,” you started, letting the the ‘p’ pop out of your mouth, “I’ll bring my sleeping bag next time.”

She smiled at your joke, checking you in and offering you a seat until you you doctor was ready. The wait felt like forever and all that was running through your mind was all the bad cases of conceiving you’d read, which you knew wasn’t a good idea at the time but you didn’t think you should sugar coat anything. Evidently, bad things can happen to anyone and you were living proof. Shawn would snap your phone out of your hands or get angry whenever he caught you looking at bad reports, but you knew he’d done research too, he just couldn’t protect you from it like he wanted to.

The door to your normal room swung open, and Dr. Blake didn’t even have to address you anymore, she simply just smiled and gestured with her hands for you to come in. She started with the formalities, asking how you both were, even asking Shawn about his music because you’d actually come to grow a real relationship with this woman. “So, I want you to relax as best you can, we’re going to be okay here, understand?” She started, her tone taking strict turn that was riddled with authority. You couldn’t help but feel like you was at school and god, did you wish you was, because things were so much more easier back then.

“You really have been a unique patient of mine, Mrs. Mendes,” your doctor began, sitting down in her office chair after retrieving your notes from the filing cabinet at the side of the room. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This has got to be bad, was the only thing that could run through your mind. I mean who needs a file of notes that big if it’s good news? “Your test results came back after your second attempt, and I can get into all the in-depth stuff further on, but there’s something you need to know first.”

Oh god, you thought, Shawn's tightening grip on your hand indicating to you that he was thinking the same thing.

“There was a reason your first tests did not compute properly,” she began, just get to the bad shit already, get it over with. “and that would be because,” you breathed in heavily as she spoke, waiting for what could potentially be horrific news. “You’re pregnant.”

[wwenhlimagines]

The Pose

Drew McIntyre smut

Requested by @ashkrystal

Warnings: smut, cursing

Prompt: After watching Drew mockingly strike Andrade's pose on Raw, reader imagines very dirty things and has to have her way with him.

Inspired by this gif by @baysexuality

Sitting backstage at Raw, you watch Drew taunt Andrade by mocking his pose. However, Drew makes that pose so much more appealing, meaning it makes you want to peel those trunks off of him and have your way with him. You're staring at the tv trying not to bite your lip too hard as you watch him place his title in front of his trunks leaving very little to the imagination.

Becky walks in and sees the look on your face, so she looks over at the monitor. "Oh...that's new." You nod your head as she sits down next to you. "At least it's the end of the show." She winks at you and you blush, "Yeah, but I've got to play it cool. Otherwise, he'll tease me like that every damn day. It's not easy having a sex god boyfriend who knows just how to make you squirm. I can't let him get it anytime he wants. I want to tease him too." She smiles and chuckles lightly, "Trust me girl, I completely understand, but luckily Seth knows that as long as I'm champion, I have control." I smile at her and shake my head, "Yeah, but I don't have a title so how am I supposed to feel like I have any control around him." She smirks, "Girl, you've got the nice ass and boobs in this couple. Trust me you own him when it comes to your body, so use it to your advantage." You smirk, "How should I do that Becks?" She hums and taps her index finger on her chin, "Maybe, you can tell him you want to take some pictures together and use that as a way to bring your assets to his attention by posing with him." You tap your fingers together and let out an evil laugh, "Muahahaha. That's perfect."

You see Drew coming your way so you turn to Becky. "Thanks for the advice, you're the best!" "You're welcome, let me know how it goes and I might try it on Seth." You laugh together as you feel Drew's right hand wrap around your waist. "What are you girls laughing 'bout?" Becky smiles, "Oh nothing, I was just telling your girl about how Seth isn't letting this Messiah thing stay at work and I've been having to put him in his place." Drew chuckles and high fives her, "Good, just let me know if I need to hit him a bit harder in our match in a few weeks. Maybe I can knock some sense into him." Becky smiles and waves goodbye to both of you while walking away.

"So m'lady what did you think of my match?" He pushes a piece of hair behind your ear and you smile up at him, "It was great babe. Since I didn't wrestle but had to look cute tonight, do you think we can take some pictures together tonight?" He smiles, "First of all, you're always cute. Secondly, yeah after I shower we can head home and take some pictures." You squeal lightly, "Yay! Now go shower so we can get home." He smirks as he steps forward and lightly pushes you up against the wall. "Are you sure you don't want to join me babygirl?" You have to stay strong and not give in so you playfully roll your eyes at him. "Yes Drew, I want to take pictures now hurry up." His smirk falters a little before he gives you a quick peck on the lips and turns to go take his shower. As soon as he is out of earshot, you let go of the breath you had been holding. Normally, you give right in as soon as he pins your body up against something with his own and wrap your legs around his waist while he kisses your neck, but you have to have more self control if you want to be the one to tease him. A few minutes later, Drew comes out in a t-shirt and sweatpants with his bag slung over his shoulder. "Let's get out of here babe." You smile and link your arm through his as you walk out to the car.

The drive home is quick and filled with small talk about tonight's show but avoiding his new pose mocking Andrade at the beginning and end of Raw. When you arrive home, you go set up a camera in the living room to get ready for the photoshoot. "Hey, Drew can you put your ring gear back on please and bring your title belt?" "Sure babe, give me a couple minutes." You go touch up your makeup in the bathroom and make sure your outfit is making your body look good. You have on a v-neck tank top and shorts, so you make sure to push up your bra and pull up your shorts so your butt looks just right.

Walking back out into the living room, you see Drew with his wet hair, long vest and trunks holding his title in his hands. He sees you walk in and his eyes light up as he smiles, "There's my girl." You blush as you walk over and fix his hair a bit. "There's my man." You grab his chin and pull him down so you can leave a slow gentle kiss on his lips before walking over to the camera. He looks over at you like a kid who just lost his candy and you giggle. "Okay pouty face, now put your title around your waist and go pose for me." He rolls his eyes and does as he's told standing in front of the camera looking down at it with his piercing blue eyes and smirk on his face.

You take a couple pictures of just him then you decide to set a timer and walk over to him placing your right hand on his chest and leaning into his right side as you pop your butt out slightly. His arm comes around your waist and he looks down at you smiling as the camera goes off. You take a couple in that position while he flexes his arms and then you both do his primal growl at the camera in the last one. You giggle as you go look at the pictures and then turn your attention back to Drew. "Okay now lose the vest you sexy Scotsman." He smirks as he walks over to you and grinds his crotch up against your side as he slowly removes the vest and sings, "I'm too sexy for my vest, too sexy for my vest, so sexy it hurts." You laugh as he swings the vest around over his head and then chucks it onto the couch. You slap his ass, "Get back over there." He smiles "Fiesty today, I like it." He walks back over and poses a few times before you tell him to crouch down so you can pretend to be the ref and raise his hand on victory as he stands up and the camera catches it all. Then you decide to bring it up, "How about you do the pose you did tonight to mock Andrade?" He nods and gets into position. You take a couple pictures of him with the title laying in front of him and then you go sit behind him sitting on your right hip and putting your arm up with his as you lean in so your boobs brush against his neck and ear. You can hear his breath catch briefly as you lightly shimmy your shoulders when you get back up and walk over to the camera swaying your hips from side to side.

"Last one, put the title over your trunks." He looks at you quizzically but he does it anyway. Behind the camera, you start to dance a little and sing Shawn Michaels' theme song changing some words as you go, "I think you're cute, you know I'm sexy, you got the look that drives me wild... You're just my sexy boy." He smiles as you shimmy and shake your butt as you click the button on the camera. "Okay McIntyre now lose the trunks." He looks up at you shocked at your sudden change in tone. "Excuse you, a please and thank you would be nice if you aren't going to buy me dinner first." You smirk as he takes off his trunks and then gets back into position with the title over his crotch and his left hand behind his head. You take a couple more pictures before you join him by laying in front of him and covering your shorts with the title. He starts getting restless as you scoot your butt closer and closer to him. You look over your left shoulder at him and whisper as your lips inch closer to his, "I bet you could fuck me so hard like this. I'd be screaming your name as you thrust into me and rub my clit making my legs shake and toes curl like only you can Drew." You let your lips lightly touch his before you try to pull away. He grabs your waist and holds you tight up against him. "Oh no you don't little one. You aren't going anywhere. You're mine now." You bite your lip and whisper, "But I'm always yours Drew." He growls, "Damn right you are and don't you ever forget it." "How about you show me, fuck me so good that I will never forget." "Oh fuck yes. I'm going to destroy you my little minx."

Drew starts to kiss your neck as he pulls you over to straddle his waist. You sit up and smile as you mock his earlier singing while taking off your shirt, "I'm too sexy for my tank top, too sexy for my tank top, so sexy it... oh fuck Drew." He grinds his hips up into you at the end making you arch your back, throw your shirt to the floor, and dig your fingers into his chest for stability. "Yes babe you are too sexy, so sexy it hurts me to not be inside you so get your ass up and take off those shorts." He smacks your ass before you stand up and turn around as you slide off your shorts and panties swaying your hips side to side slightly. Drew groans as he sees just how wet you are for him. "Back it on up baby, let me taste you." You drop on your hands and knees before you back up so you are hovering over his mouth and your hand starts to stroke his dick. Drew raises his head and flattens his tongue out as he licks from your clit down your entire slit. You take his tip in your mouth and suck lightly as his tongue dove into you.

When you cupped his balls he pulled away, "I need to be inside of you now." He picked you up like you weighed nothing and he put you both back in the position that got this whole thing started. You grabbed the title and put it over the two of you as Drew slips inside of you. "Oh fuck babe, that is so hot. Seeing me fucking you with my title around us." You reach behind you and grab his ass as he puts his left hand behind his head and simply thrusts up into you from behind. You swivel your hips and squeeze your legs together as Drew's thrusts hit your g-spot. "Oh fuck...Drew!" He sucks lightly on your shoulder as he moans. His hand slips around to rub your clit and he whispers into your ear. "You make me feel so good babygirl I'm going to cum." "Me too Drew I'm almost there." His thrusts become sloppy as he gets closer. "Cum on my dick babe. Make me cum." You arch your back as your legs shake and your walls clench down making Drew thrust one more time before burying himself in you as his cum shoots into you.

You both try to steady your breathing as Drew's hand comes up to grab yours and bring it to his lips. "My sweet little lady sure had a dirty agenda tonight, but if our sex is that good we can have photo shoots whenever you want." You giggle as you let Drew slip out of you and then cuddle into his chest. You kiss him passionately as you run your fingers through his hair. "I hope the camera got some good pictures of us." Drew's eyes go wide, "Wait, was it taking pictures when we were fucking?" You pull back, "Umm... I'm not sure. Let's go look!" You both scramble to get up and put on some clothes to find the camera kept taking pictures, so you sat down on the couch and cuddled up to look at them together. You deleted the bad ones, but Drew said he definitely needed a few on his phone for when he's traveling without you. In the end, he saved 5 on his phone in a locked folder and you saved the cute regular pictures on yours so you could post them periodically or just to admire when you miss him. Drew grabs your cheek and pulls you in for another kiss which you gladly return and when you both pull back you say in unison, "I love you so much."

[softboywriting]

Welcome To The Pack | Mendes Triplets Series | Part Six

Summary: You’re a human who has moved in with the Mendes triplets as their newest housemate. You’ll have to learn to navigate life with werewolves, college classes, and your feelings for each guy. [fluff] [drama]

Word Count: 1.7k

|Masterlist In Bio|

The group of guys from campus appear again. It's been weeks since the run in where Raul saved you. You and the guys all figured it was a one off thing, just some guys being dicks. As soon as you see them, you know something is going on.

You're outside raking leaves in the front yard when the sound of crunching leaves gets your attention and you look up from your pile to see the guys walking into the yard. They just stare at you, saying nothing. Honestly it's creepy and you feel panicked.

"Sh-shawn!" You yell, dropping the rake and running up the porch and into the house. "Shawn!"

Shawn comes running down the stairs, taking two at a time and grabs you, arms around you in a split second. "What happened? Are you okay?"

"There's wolves out there. The group from campus, they're in our yard."

Shawn growls and looks to the open doorway to the front porch. "I didn't smell anything, are you sure?"

You pull Shawn toward the door. "Yes! They're out there right...now." There is no one in the yard. Just your pile of leaves and the rake you dropped. "They were just here."

Shawn looks around, stepping down off the porch and walking around the yard. "I don't smell anything. Are you sure?"

"Yeah." You cross your arms and look around. "They were here. Three of them. It...it was the same guys. They were just here I swear."

Shawn climbs the porch steps and puts his hand on your forehead. He presses his other palm to your cheek. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine Shawn. Those guys were here."

"I just...I'm not catching a scent. They were in the yard right? Did they say anything?"

"N-no they just stood there. I'm not crazy Shawn. I know what I saw."

"Okay, okay." He holds your shoulders. "I'll finish raking, just in case they come back. Just relax alright?"

You lean your head against his shoulder and he wraps his arms around you. "I promise I'm not lying."

"I didn't say you were. Go relax, please. You're very tense."

"Okay. I'll go look at what I want to make for dinner tomorrow and just chill."

"Good girl. I'll be back in shortly."

"Okay...sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry for anything."

_____________________

By the end of the day you feel awful. Strange how you started the morning feeling fine doing housework and raking but after you saw the group of guys, you started to feel bad. Shawn insisted he couldn't catch a single scent of anyone outside, and he even took a walk to see if he could pick up a trail of any sort. He came up with nothing.

Things got stranger when Shawn started to feel sick. His head began hurting, body aching and a cough that wouldn't go away. You were having the exact same symptoms, but you're a human and he is a werewolf who shouldn't be getting sick.

"Hey, are you okay?" Peter asks, poking his head into the living room where you're curled up under some blankets beside Shawn. The two of you decided to nap together when you began to get cold and shaky, the room spinning for both of you.

"We're sick."

"We?" Peter asks, walking in and taking in Shawn's sleeping form slumped over beside you. "Shawn's sick too?"

"Yeah. I...I think he is?" You shake your head, brain foggy. "It happened suddenly."

Peter furrows his brow and takes a step toward his brother, laying his hand on his head. "Werewolves don't get common colds or allergies. Did you guys get into something?"

"No?"

"Something isn't right. Did you eat or drink anything weird?"

You shake your head.

Peter takes a seat on the coffee table and you stare at him. He looks puzzled. "Walk me through your day."

"I woke up, had breakfast. I did laundry and cleaned the kitchen. Then I went outside to rake leaves, and after a while I saw a group of guys from campus, the ones who bugged me that day Raul stepped in."

"Wait, they were near the house?"

"In the yard but when I got Shawn he said there was no one there. The guys left or something. Then I went inside and Shawn finished raking and-"

Peter stops you. "Hold on. You say the guys were there, but Shawn didn't see them? Did he smell them?"

"No, no he couldn't find anything. I know I saw them, I swear."

"When did you start feeling bad?"

"After I came inside and calmed down a bit."

"And Shawn?"

"A little while later." You roll your head against the back of the couch. "Why are you asking so many questions Peter?"

"I'm curious." He stands and tugs your blanket off, making Shawn stir awake. "Did you shower or change clothes after you raked? Have you taken any medicine?"

"No?"

"Did Shawn?"

"Probably not?"

Peter sighs. "Where is the leaves you raked? Did Shawn bag them up?"

"Yeah? They're at the curb. Why?"

"I have a feeling something is in the leaves." Peter pulls you up and covers his face with the front of his sweatshirt. "You need to change clothes, shower, and take some allergy medicine. I think you have something on you that's making you sick. Shawn too."

"Something? Leaf dust?"

"No, something like nightshade pollen or leaves. It can make humans have an allergic, or even deadly reaction and hallucinations. It's less worse for werewolves but will numb their senses, even make them ill to an extent." Peter shakes Shawn's shoulder. "Get up Shawn, you need to go shower and take medicine."

"Fuck off." Shawn mumbles.

Peter smacks him upside the head. "Shawn, get up!"

Shawn sits up snarling and shoves Peter over the coffee table. You sink back down into the cushions. You feel horrible, not up to dealing with fighting. Your energy is drained.

Peter growls and tackles Shawn over the back of the couch, both boys go careening over the sofa and onto the hardwood floor. "What are you fighting me for?!"

"You tackled me!"

"I tackled you because you hit me!" Peter hauls Shawn up and you watch in awe as he does so. Peter is big, but not near as muscled as Shawn and Raul, at least you don't think he is. The ease with which he is moving his much larger brother is astounding. "You're poisoned. Go shower and clean yourself up."

"What?" Shawn shoves Peter off of him. "I am not."

"Then tell me how you're sick?" Peter quips. "Hmm? How's a werewolf sick with a fever and cold like symptoms?"

Shawn shrugs.

You peer over the couch at them and they both look at you as you groan, head hurting. "Can you stop arguing for a minute?"

Peter sighs heavily. "I think it’s nightshade, I think you've both inhaled some pollen from the leaves or dried flowers from it."

"Fuck." Shawn says softly. "It made her sick? Is she okay? I should have realized. I'm so stupid."

"Don't worry. She'll be okay, she didn't eat any of the plant. Just get her some medicine and out of those clothes. And take care of yourself too." Peter sighs. "Someone probably planted the dried flowers in the yard as an attack. I'm willing to bet it's that pack that she saw, unless that was a hallucination. I'm not sure."

"But-"

"No one was there right? Your senses would have become dull when you went out if the nightshade was out there. All of us would be vulnerable for who knows how long if she hadn't been the one to clean up most of the leaves. I'm going to go make sure there isn't anything left. Take care of her."

Shawn gets you into the bathroom and you take a quick shower, using just some bar soap to get clean. By the time you're done you feel a lot better. You're still a little stuffed up but the headache has mostly receded and you aren't as tired or dizzy.

You take an allergy pill and get dressed in some pajamas while Shawn showers and you head to the living room. Raul walks in the front door and stops, looking around for something before spotting you.

"What happened? Are you sick?"

"I'm alright. Peter thinks someone put nightshade in the yard."

Raul makes a face. "Did you get hurt? Where's Shawn and Peter now?"

"Showering and upstairs." You pull a blanket around your shoulders.

"They just left you alone?" Raul sinks onto the couch beside you and kicks his boots off. "Are you alright? Can you breathe okay?"

"Mmhmm. Showering helped a lot. I took an allergy pill and some decongestant. I feel better than when Peter found me and Shawn."

Shawn walks into the living room in his pajama pants, hair wet and a mess. He looks so good, like a model from some loungewear magazine. Unreal. "Good you're home Raul. Peter found nightshade in the yard."

"I heard." Raul moves to stand and you grab his hand, feeling the tension radiating off of him. "Why didn't you notice? How come you let her get sick?"

"Whoa what? I was busy feeling sick too, I didn't know what was going on. What am I, a fucking botanist?"

You squeeze Raul's hand and he tries to tug away but you won't let him. If he's holding on to you, he can't start fighting with Shawn. "Rau, sit down. It's not Shawn's fault."

Raul turns sharply and looks at you. "You...don't call me that."

"What? Rau?"

"My mom called me that." He sits down, hand in yours relaxing. "Sorry, I just...it's fine."

Shawn says he's going to get Peter so they can discuss what happened and how to move forward.

You lay your hand on Raul's shoulder and he leans back on the cushions. "I won't call you that if you don't like it. It was just a slip of the tongue."

"It's fine. I just haven't heard it in a long time."

"I don't want to remind you of your mom if you miss her or something. I won't-"

"No, I said it's fine. Mom would have liked you, and...I like you. So I don't mind it."

You lean your head on his shoulder and he leans his head on yours. "You like me?"

"Of course I do. A lot. You're my pack."

"Mmmhmm."

"Just...pack." Raul mumbles under his breath softly as he looks up at Shawn and Peter entering the room. There is a lot to decipher about events unfolding around the house, and you know there will probably be some arguments. You pull your blanket around yourself and settle in.

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End Part Six

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when you’re ready

 requests:  maybe a shawn fic based on “when you’re ready” but you’re not the girl he sung about? and the girl shows up 10 years later and tries to get him back and you guys have been together for like 3 years and it just causes insecurities ?? does this make sense?? (love your work btw❤️)

Hellurrr! I have a request, if you will? TW Anxiety Attack Like if the female!reader has an anxiety attack because she thinks she's not good enough so Shawn helps her and holds her?

a/n: this was my first time trying to write angst (cause im usually an optimistic ass bitch) so if its bad just lie and scroll post ahahaha but i wanted to try and @superiorsoph sent this request in and i couldnt resist. im sorry i didnt follow it exactly, but i hope you like it love.

warnings: language, angst

“Stay still!”

 You hear him say for the umpteenth time, but you pretend not to hear him, twirling around in the dress, laughing and shaking your hips.

 He makes noises of disgruntlement and soon you hear the shutter of his camera go off, the flash blinding you for a few seconds, but you don’t care. You glide over to the full-length mirror on one side of the store and smile at your reflection. He was right, the dress is gorgeous.

 You push down the fabric, loving the smoothness under your fingers and twirl once more. You can see Shawn roll his eyes in the reflection, but you can see the hint of a smile threatening to peak through. He places his camera back in the casing and walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning down to press his head on your shoulder.

 You’re both silent for a moment, just staring at the pair of you in the mirror. You hum, your head falling back into him, “I think we found the one.”

 “I told you I’d be useful,” he tuts, pinching your hip. You flinch, turning around to smack his chest, “You only just started being useful. The past hour has been torture.”

 He’s laughing, the beautiful crinkles on his face making your heart melt but you love teasing him, so you can’t give in just yet, “Trying on twenty dresses definitely wasn’t necessary.”

 “No.” He agrees, smiling down at you with a shit- eating grin. “But we had to test all out options, didn’t we?”

 You shake your head, turning back around to see yourself in the reflection, triple-checking that this was the right choice.

 “You have to delete those photos, you know?”

 “No!” He sounds almost offended. “Those are memories, there’s no way I’m getting rid of that.”

 “But I look horrid,” you pout, blinking innocently.

 “Don’t give me that face,” he shakes his head, “They’re all blurry anyway.”

 You grin victoriously, winking at him, “The music in here is just too good – I couldn’t resist.”

 He pauses for a moment, raising his finger to the ceiling, eyebrows raised. You focus on the sound of #Selfie by the Chainsmokers, your ears getting hot as you begin to nod slowly, “It has a nice rhythm?”

 He shakes his head, but you’re already dancing again – thankful that there was no one else in the store on an early Wednesday morning.

 “If you dance like that tonight, I’m going to pretend I don’t know you.”

 You ignore him, taking his large hand into yours and spinning into him, his laughter getting louder as the two of you stumble around together.

 The music changes to Troye Sivan’s Dance to This and you squeal a bit, getting overly excited as the two of your start shouting the lyrics at the top of your lungs. You can see the nice sales associate trying to contain her giggles as she pretends not to watch you, but you don’t care.

 You’re watching Shawn. Your eyes never leaving him as he throws his head back, laughing as you mess up the lyrics. His hands pull you into him, your chest hitting his as you begin doing some sort of heightened version of a slow dance. His hands are warm against you, sending a current of energy through your body.

 You’ve never smiled wider in your life, your heart clenching as he places a kiss on your forehead and you can’t believe that you’re still so in love with him after two years of being together. It’s never stopped being butterflies and sweaty palms with him – you’re body reacting to his touch like it was the first time.

 Everyone around you recognized that as well, even the sales associate as she checked out the dress a few minutes later. You two are adorable, how long have you been engaged?

 Shawn had squeezed your hand extra hard as the two of you tried to contain your giggles, explaining to her that the ring on your finger was a promise one. But Shawn made sure to add that he was hoping to fulfill that promise soon.

 You felt like you were on cloud nine, leaving the store with a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. You knew that Shawn was it for you, never once doubting that he was the person you were going to marry.

 You just didn’t expect that maybe; you weren’t it for him too.

 *

 Later that night you found yourself at yet another event with Shawn, wearing the pretty red dress and smiling widely as people approached you.

 You were happy to find that you could easily recognize and talk to many people, a stark comparison to how you were when you had just started going out with Shawn. You were more confident now, excepting that you belonged next to Shawn, that if you stood up straight and acted like you were meant to be there – people would believe it too.

 You were sipping a Shirley temple, bopping your head lightly to the beat of the song radiating through the room, talking to Lina – the daughter of a famous record producer. She was probably your closest friend related to the industry, but she was usually too busy to attend these kind of parties – so you were taking in every second you could get with her.

 “Ok look at Marsha,” Lina lifted her chin, motioning to a woman a few meters away from you, “She’s about to go talk to Roger. For the sixth time tonight.”

 “No way.” You shook your head, cringing as Marsha started making her way over to the older man again. “He’s said no to her single like a million times already.”

 “Have you heard it?”

 “No.” You paused, “Wait? Have you?!”

 She snorted, “I wish I didn’t.”

 “Come one!” You threw your head back, “I would have paid to see your reaction.”

 “I can perform some for you, if you’d like?”

 You were quick to shake your head, but she was already going.

 “If I could fly … I would never leave you dry ….”

 “Stop! Please!” You were bent over, holding your stomach as you tried to contain your laughter. She was so off pitch that you were tempted to cover your ears.

 “Maybe we could last forever ….”

 “I don’t know what sadder,” you heaved, “The song – or the fact that you know it by heart.”

 “She made me listen to it six times!”

 “That sounds like – ”

 “Excuse me.” You turned around at the sound of the voice, feeling a light touch on your shoulder. You were greeted with the sight of a beautiful blonde staring at you with a small smile.

 “Hi.” You were quick to return the grin, trying to figure out if you remembered her from somewhere. She looked oddly familiar.

 “I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for Shawn?”

 You smiled, “I can go get him for you. Give me just a second.”

 “Thank you so much!”

 You found Shawn in the back, talking to someone you recognized to be very important, but his eyes lit up and he was on his feet the second he saw you.

 “Hey angel, everything okay?”

“Hey,” you nodded as he wrapped a hand around your waist pulling you to the side, “There’s someone looking for you.”

 You took his hand in yours, leading him through the mass of bodies in the space, over to where Lina and the stranger were waiting.

 “Hey!” Your tone was light as you called out to her, “Found him!”

 She turned around, an expectant look on her face before her eyes finally settled on your boyfriend.

 “Kate.” Shawn’s voice was laced with shock, a smile gracing his features as he let go of your hand and shot forward to hug her.

 You made eye contact with Julia from behind them, her light ones wide and looking at you with something you could only describe as sheer worry. You tilted your head, trying to understand what she was mouthing to you.

 “It’s been so long.” You could hear Shawn say as they pulled apart, his tone laced with something you didn’t recognize.

 “It has. You look amazing, Shawn.” Now that was something you did recognize.

 You placed a hand on Shawn’s back, his eyes wide as he turned back to look at you, almost as if he’d forgotten you were even there.

“Kate,” his eyes were back on her immediately, “This is y/n, my … girlfriend.”

 You hated the hesitation in his voice, but you didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, smiling gently at her, “It’s nice to meet you.”

 “So, how do you two know each other?” Julia stepped forward, sipping on her drink as her narrowed eyes trained on Kate.

 There was a moment of reluctance, which definitely didn’t help with your unease.

 “We go way back.” Shawn finally said, Kate, giggling in response. Your smile faded. So they went way back. That was definitely code for used to date.

 You hated the jealously that flooded through you. Your stomach clenching as your boyfriend continued to stare at the girl with an unrecognizable look.

 Everyone was silent for a moment, Shawn’s eyes not leaving Kate, something you weren’t too happy about. You were used to being the center of his attention. And you felt selfish the second those thoughts filled your mind.

 “What are you doing here?” He asked, the wide grin never leaving his face.

 She smiled for a moment until her eyes traveled over to you and the expression faded, “I uh – was hoping we could talk?”

 You didn’t like the look she was giving you, and you definitely didn’t like the sound of that. But Shawn was nodding and not even a second later he was turning to you, “I’ll be right back.”

 You didn’t respond, he didn’t give you the chance to. He was already walking away, hot on her heels.

 “What the actual fuck.”

 You didn’t know how to answer. So instead you turned over the bar, immediately ordering four shots, making Lina talk them with you.

 You had hoped that the alcohol would ease your nerves, but instead, you found yourself pacing in the bathroom, your head spinning as you tried to explain to Lina what was going on in your mind.

 She did her best to try and calm you, easing your mind that it was nothing. Shawn loved you. It didn’t matter that he was slightly tipsy. Alone. And talking to his ex.

 You trusted him with everything in you, but you didn’t trust the look in Kate’s eyes. And the look in his.

 Shawn came back a half hour later, his eyes bloodshot and begging you to leave with him. You didn’t hesitate to agree, taking his outstretched hand and following him to the car.

 You were both silent for a few moments but there was unspoken tension hanging in the air, your hands folded in your lap – trying to figure out how to phrase your words.

 “Are you going to tell me what happened?” You finally blurted, hating the way his hands tightened on the steering wheel.

 Shawn was silent for a few seconds, before he cleared his voice, “Everything’s fine. Kate just wanted to catch up.”

 You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. “How long were you together for?”

 You could see him tense again, his shoulders tightening, “We weren’t. Almost though.”

 “What happened?”

 “I don’t know. She wasn’t ready, I guess.” His tone was clipped; sounding like he had uttered those words millions of times before. You could feel your breath catch in your throat.

 She wasn’t ready.

 You replayed those words in your head a million times before you could finally utter something else. “When was the last time you saw her?”

 Shawn could sense the uneasiness in your voice, the unfamiliar tremble as you tried to calm your breathing.

 His hand was quick to take yours, twisting it out of the clasp in your lap and holding it in his tightly, “Baby –”

 “I’m just curious – I know there’s nothing to worry about I just –” your voice was higher than normal, Shawn’s hand tightening around yours.

 But he was silent. Staring straight ahead at the stoplights. The bright red glow illuminating his impassive features.

 “There is nothing to worry about, right?” You found yourself saying.

 “Of course not.”

 Your heart was in your stomach, and you suddenly felt like there was no room in the car – no air.

 “Shawn,” you whispered, “Did something happen?”

 He swallowed again, “No.”

 You were both silent for the rest of the ride home, Shawn’s hand holding yours – the only thing stopping you from falling apart.

 The second the car parked in your driveway, you let go of him and jumped out, not waiting for him to follow – speed walking to the front door. Your hands were shaking as you tried to stick the key into the lock, your blurry eyes making it hard for you to focus.

 “Y/n – ”

 You could hear Shawn coming up behind you, but the door burst open just in time – saving you from having to look at him, “I – I have to go to the bathroom.”

 You could hear him shout something back but you were already sprinting up the stairs and into your shared room, shutting the door behind you and bolting into the bathroom.

 You were shaking, pulling your phone out and googling the one thing on your mind since the second you heard it.

 The lyrics to Shawn’s When You’re Ready showed up on screen and you tried to calm your breathing, scrolling for a moment before your tears began collecting again and you were sobbing.

 You gripped the sink, your breaths choked up as you tried to control your heart rate.

 You could feel a tightness expanding through your chest, like a weight that was pulling you down. You were on your knees before you had a chance to blink, your hands wrapped around your dress as you tried to get a grip on yourself.

 Moments passed but your breathing wasn’t picking up, you tried to blink away the tears, but they kept flowing as your shallow breaths increased.

 You stood; your head spinning at the sudden movement, making you fall back and steady yourself against the sink. A jewelry box slid off at the impact, falling and smashing on the floor.

 You flinched back at the noise, your ears registering a muffled yelling from behind your door, but you couldn’t make it out. You didn’t understand any of it, your chest heaved as you fell back onto your knees, sounding like you were chocking on air. Black spots began to cloud your vision, the room starting to spin.

 Arms wrapped around you, pulling you back into a hand chest, but your mind was too cloudy to process any of it.

 “Breathe – ” you could just make out his words, “You’re having a panic attack.”

 “I can’t I –”

 Shawn spun you into him, on his knees before you, his hands cupping your cheeks as he placed his forehead on yours. You tried to make out the golden color of his eyes but you couldn’t focus on anything but the tightness in your chest.

 “I need you to listen to me, okay?” His thumbs were lightly massaging your jaw, “You’re going to inhale for me on the count of three.”

 “1.. 2.. inhale.” You obeyed, your chest filling up with air as you shook in his grasp.

 “Now exhale,” he said, his voice shaky, “Now again.”

 “Inhale…exhale…inhale….exhale.”

 It was working, your mind slowly clearing as you focused on the sound of his voice.

 You sighed easily for the first time in a while, your eyes finally opening and meeting his tear-streaked ones.

 You pulled away from him immediately, falling back onto your butt as you crawled further away, the cold tile the least of your concerns.

 “You – you.” You heaved, trying to catch your breath, “You wrote it about her.”

He tilted his head, looking like a devastated, confused puppy, “Angel I don’t know –”

 “When you’re ready! You wrote it about her, didn’t you?”

 Shawn blinked, a single tear falling from his eye as he crawled over to you. You flinched, scooting away until your back hit the wall.

 “Y/n I –”

 “The song was written four months into our relationship.” You sniffled, wiping your nose on the sleeve of your dress, not caring about how much money you had spent this morning. Now, that seemed like a lifetime ago.

 “You had said that Teddy wrote most of it. That it was a spur of the moment thing. That none of your songs were based on anyone until you met me.”

 He was silent, tears streaking down his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath, “Baby –”

 “You were waiting for her. This entire time. Weren’t you?”

 “No!” He tried to get closer, but stopped at the expression on your face, “No! I love you, I –”

 “Cause ain't n –nobody like you. F- familiar disappointment every single time I do.” You began to recite, your hiccupping sobs making it hard to understand.

 “Y/n. Baby, please let me explain – ”

“Every single night my arms are not around you. My mind's still wrapped around you.” You shut your eyes, your entire body shaking as you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to figure out how this was happening to you.

 “Baby, tell me when you're ready.” You opened at the sound of a choked sob coming from the other side of the room. Shawn was on the floor, his head between his hands as he sobbed, shoulders shaking.

 You were silent, trying to stop yourself from rushing over to him and holding him in your arms – something you had grown so accustomed to that now you felt like you were having an out of body experience.

 “Do you still love her?” 

That wasn’t what you had planned to say, but you needed to hear it. You needed to know if the last two years were a waste, if the ring on your finger had ever meant something to the boy you thought was going to be yours forever.

 Shawn was silent, his shoulders slumping as he threw his head back.

 “Shawn?” Your voice was sterner than it had been all day.

 “I – ” Another wrecked sob flew through him.

 You covered your mouth as you felt your chest close up again. Shaking your head, you took a deep breath – you were not about to have another panic attack right now.

 You gripped the vanity to your left, using it to pull yourself to your feet. Your mind went hazy from how fast you rose, your head already pounding from how hard you’d been crying.

 “She told you she was ready, didn’t she?”

 All Shawn could do was nod, his eyes not opening as he placed his head back in his hands – his elbows on his knees as he started crying again.

 You threw your head back, urging yourself not to cry – but nothing could stop the whimper from flying out of you, your eyes shutting again.

 Everything was silent again. For a few moments, you hoped that he would say something. That he would get to his feet and explain that everything was a misunderstanding – that he would take you in his arms and hold you, telling you that you were the one he loved. The only one he loved.

 However, things weren’t that simple. They never were with Shawn. But never before had you doubted where you stood with him.

 “I – I can’t do this.” You found yourself saying, his head snapping up – bloodshot eyes meeting yours.

 He was on his feet before you could blink, “No. Y/n – let’s talk about this, please.”

 You hesitated, before shaking your head. It was too late for talking now. You had waited for him to act and he had left you dry.

 “You need to figure yourself out before we can do that Shawn.” You spun the ring on your finger. “I can’t be with you if you’re not a hundred percent sure about me.”

 “I love you.” His voice cracked, a single tear traveling down his sculpted cheek again.

 “I love you too.” You sniffled, taking the ring off your finger – Shawn immediately flinching back, “Please. Please don’t leave me.”

 “You lied to me. You used me as a placeholder for her. You still love –”

 “I don’t. I don’t.” He was shaking, his hands coming up to fold behind his head, “It was a spur of the moment, baby – ”

 “I know you, Shawn.” You were tired, and he was delirious. You couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore, and you were afraid that if you kept this up any longer – he could convince you to stay.

 “Call me when you figure everything out. And then we can talk.”

 You placed the ring on the counter, the clang of it hitting the marble making Shawn flinch again, but you didn’t let yourself get phased.

 You took one long look at him, before turning around and walking out of the bathroom – and ultimately the house.

 He didn’t call after you once.

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Boats, Best Friends, and Burgers

Shawn Mendes x Reader

A girl with walls up against boys meets a boy at a party who whisks her into his world. Maybe love isn’t a distraction after all.

Y/N never considered herself naive nor trusting. She prided herself on how she kept to herself and protected her heart, unlike her college roommate or her friends who would throw themselves at boys when they do much as smiled or grasped their hand. No, Y/N would not destroy herself like that.

She had college, a tiring feat that would absolutely be even more deteriorated with the addition of a boyfriend, and Y/N liked being by herself, it gave her a peace and quiet without obligations. Y/N did not need the distraction of a relationship at all.

But that damn boat party changed everything.

“Y/N!” Connor shouted through the kitchen, his voice laced with despiration and a hint of whining. “You can’t just rot away in your apartment forever!”

“Mmm, I can and will.” Y/N lashed back, taking another drink from her bottle of Gatorade. She and Connor had been friends since Pre-K, the boy seemingly insisting on filling some big brother role (ironic, since Y/N was two months older than him). “You know I don’t do parties.”

Connor scoffed, shaking his head. “It wouldn’t kill you to do one! I’m only back in LA for a week before tour starts again, I want to spend time with my best friend.”

“You can. With pizza. And a movie. On the couch. Not on some boat out on the bay with hormone-ridden girls and boys reeking of testosterone.” Y/N reasoned, Connor grasping Y/N’s arms.

“Please. Just this one party. We go for an hour, and if you want to leave we’ll leave.” He begged.

Y/N let out a flamboyant groan, pouting her lips. “Fine! Fine. One hour.”

Connor let out a whoop, throwing his fists in the air. Y/N shook her head, hoping she’d suddenly contract a case of tuberculosis or the bubonic plague, both of which, in her opinion, would be a far more pleasant ordeal than that party.

Hours later Connor dragged Y/N onto the boat, the loud music and squealing of drunken girls flooding her senses. She turned to Connor about to beg if they could leave, but he gave her a rather pointed look, silencing that suggestion.

Y/N was definitely not dressed for the occasion. Boys dressed in the ugliest Hawaiian shirts and swim trunks, girls in tiny skirts and booty shorts with crop tops or bikinis. Y/N merely wore a pair of bermuda shorts and a John Mayer concert shirt from the summer.

Y/N slowly pushed through the crowd with her extroverted best friend, Connor shouting out and walking over to some friends. Y/N looked around, the ideas of Jell-O shots and grinding circles quickly becoming rather unappealing to her.

She soon caught sight of paradise! Alas! A island amongst the turbulent throng of sexual desires and rising blood sugar. An empty corner, back at the end of the boat. Y/N made a beeline there, humming with satisfaction as she was separated from the rioting mess.

Y/N leaned her elbows on the railing and looked out at the pinkish sunset over the city, closing her eyes and inhaling the salty breeze.

“Oh, shit.”

Her eyes snapped open and Y/N turned, seeing a tall curly haired boy standing a few feet from her. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see this corner was taken.”

Y/N nodded. “Yup. I’ve been here fifteen minutes and I’m pretty sure by the twenty mark I might start twerking or doing body shots off the lifeguard.”

The boy laughed, his fingers figeting nervously. “Not if I beat you to suddenly ripping my shirt off and seducing five girls at once.”

It was Y/N’s turn to laugh, her mind sending off sirens and screaming RUN AWAY! but she just couldn’t.

“I’d rather jump first.” She sighed.

“Oh God, me too. I’m so sick of these people.” He gasped out, leaning on the railing next to her. “One more girl pulls at my hair again and I’m going to have a mental breakdown buzz cut.”

Y/N smiled, holding out her hand. “Y/N.”

“Shawn.” He grinned, encasing Y/N’s hand in his giant one, shaking it firmly. “Nice to have someone who has a BAC of 0.0.”

“Maybe not. Perhaps they sweat it all off and it fumes. Maybe it’s like a second hand high, we’re just second hand drunk.” Y/N mused.

“Maybe.” Shawn agreed. “How’d you even get here? If you mind me asking, since you obviously don’t want to be here.”

Y/N let out a scoff of laughter. “My idiot best friend. He dragged me here out of guilt. He travels a lot, we don’t see each other much. You?”

“Friend as well. I’m traveling a lot too, said we needed to “wind down” I guess. Fucking Brashier...” Shawn muttered.

Y/N turned to Shawn, raising her eyebrows. “Brashier? Did you say Brashier?”

“Yeah. Why?” Shawn questioned.

“Oh my gosh...” Y/N laughed. “Connor dragged you here too.”

Shawn stared at her in confusion for a moment before bursting into laughter. “No way! You’re THE Y/N! Connor talks about you all the time!”

“Only good things I suppose.” Y/N responded.

Shawn shrugged, Y/N laughing and slapping him lightly on the arm. “That must make you Shawn Mendes, international pop superstar. Very impressive.”

He smiled, leaning back against the railing. “I guess I am. And you’re the Y/N who fell of a two story roof.”

“He did not—I gonna kill him!” Y/N gasped, the two laughing.

The night drifted on, the sky dark and glistening with stars as the two talked for hours. Y/N remembered clearly writing her number on his wrist before Connor took her home, herself wanting to slap the smug grin off the boy’s face.

Texts with Shawn became phone calls and FaceTimes, and soon dates. Y/N was tripping and falling so fucking deep for him. They stayed in contact during his European tour, him practically begging her to come with him on his North American tour. “You’re my anchor!” He exclaimed over the phone, Y/N blushing insanely. “You keep me grounded.”

So the playful shoves became the interlacing of hands, the smack talk over games of Mariokart became sweet pecks on cheeks. Y/N took a gap year off to follow him across the continent, because if he had breaken down the walls she spent so long building he was worth it.

The North American tour had wrapped up after many months, Y/N and Shawn enjoying lunch together before he had to leave for Asia. They devoured their burgers, laughing and talking while they basked in the time they had left.

Y/N had just finished her pickle-ketchup-cheddar burger when Shawn smiled up at her.

“Y/N L/N, I think I’m in love with you.”

Y/N looked up in surprise, Shawn leaning over the table with a smile. “Y/N, I know I am in love with you. And I need you to know it.”

She felt her heart race, a grin gracing her features. “Shawn Mendes, you somehow got me to love you too. No other man can boast as much.”

He smiled so bright grasping her hand as he leaned over the table, running his fingers through her hair as he connected his lips with hers.

Y/N deepened into the kiss, wanting nothing more but to melt into him and never end the sweet euphoria clouding her brain.

But, with the disdain of suffocation, they pulled away gasping for air. Y/N leaned her forehead against his.

Shawn laughed. “Boats, best friends, and burgers.”

“Best way into a girl’s heart.” Y/N whispered, grinning before grabbing either side of his face and crashing her lips against his again.

[ificanthaveu]

My Muse || Shawn Mendes

Description: The snow has fallen for the first time this year, and like always, you’re Shawn’s favorite muse. 

A/N: this was initially day 12 but I flipped them because this one is a lil shorter so i figured I'd have a longer one for the finale. but I’m scheduling them all now (it’s Christmas eve morning as I’m typing this) since, after this, ya girl is booked and busy) but enjoy day 11!!! merry Christmas eve to those who celebrate :)

Word Count: 1.7k

12 Days of Ficmas

You could tell it had snowed the moment you woke up. You could never quite describe the feeling. The feeling of waking up, curtains still closed, and just knowing that it had snowed outside. 

You could remember waking up when you were a kid and walking out to your living room and before you even turned into it, knowing it had snowed out. 

So that morning, when you woke up, Shawn softly snoring next to you, you knew it had snowed. 

You hopped out of bed and whisked open the curtains in your bedroom. 

And you were right. 

Fresh snow laid across your yard. 

You could hear Shawn groan at the sudden bright light and shift away from it. 

“It’s too early,” he mumbled, his face buried in the pillow. 

You jumped back onto the bed, flipping him over to straddle his waist. 

“It snowed,” you whispered before pecking his nose.

He rubbed his eyes awake before resting his hands on your hips and looking out the window and smiling. 

“Well, look at that,” he said softly. “I’m going to have to shovel.”

“I’ll help,” you said as you patted his chest and stood up to go pull on your winter clothes. 

“Babe, we can do it later,” he said as he sat up against the headboard. 

“Let’s just get it done with, and then we can play in the snow,” you said with a big grin. 

Shawn returned the grin, so in love with how you were still so young at heart. 

That’s what pulled him out of bed and to his closet to pull on his thickest pair of pants and his winter coat as you layered up as well. 

The two of you shuffled out of the house and into the garage to grab your shovels.

The two of you worked in opposite directions, starting at opposite sides of the driveway. You carefully shoveled each row before throwing the snow into your yard. 

Shawn cleared out the bottom of the driveway as you finished your last row. You set your shovel down and grabbed a handful of snow, carefully sculpting it into a ball as you stared at the back of Shawn’s head. 

You aimed it carefully before launching it towards Shawn. 

It hit him square in the back of the head, and he lurched forward from the impact. He didn’t turn around and carefully set down the shovel as you erupted in a fit of giggles, falling back into the snow. 

Shawn slowly turned around, smirking at you. 

“You think that’s funny, huh?” he said as he slowly walked towards you. 

You scrambled up and tried to run across the lawn, your feet sinking in with each step. 

You could hear him getting closer and closer as you tried to run faster, but ultimately, just got slower. 

Shawn’s arms snaked around your waist and lifted you up and out of the snow before throwing you in the pile you had just created from the driveway. 

You heard popped out of the top as Shawn held his chest and tried to control his laughing. 

“Not funny!” You yelled through a laugh. 

“Then why are you laughing?” He questioned, still through a laugh. 

You stood up and walked towards Shawn, grabbing a scoop of snow as you walked up to him. He was oblivious as he wiped the tears out of his eyes. 

You walked up to him and crossed your arms. 

“You’re cute,” he said with a smile as he looked down at you, covered in snow from head to toe.

“So are you,” you paused. “Do you know what would make you cuter?”

With that you took your handful of snow and smacked it on top of his head, the snow falling down in clumps in front of his face as he gasped. 

“So cute,” you said with a grin and a shrug. “Now we’re even.”

“We are not even. You started this!” He reminded you with a laugh. 

He scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder as he carried you deeper into the yard. You beat your hands on his back, begging him to let you go through your laughter. 

He loosened his grip on you, holding you horizontal with the ground, your head just inches from the snow. You gripped onto him tighter this time. 

“Please don’t drop me, Shawn. Please, I’m begging you. It’ll get all in my jacket if you drop me at this angle,” you rambled as you gripped onto his jacket.

He crooked his head to the side and smiled at you, “I know, my love.”

He dropped you into the snow and you gasped as the snow made its way into your jacket. You popped up quickly, trying to shake out the cold snow from inside your sweatshirt as Shawn just stood back and watched. 

“Ok,” you said as you put your hands up. “We’re even, and I’m wet.”

“Let’s go inside,” he said as he reached his hand out for you. 

You took a hold of it as you swung your arms back and forth between you, making your way back into the house. The two of you stopped just beyond the door and stripped off your jackets. You shivered and rubbed your arms, the snow still in parts of your sweatshirt. 

Shawn noticed and motioned for you to take it off, handing you his in the process. You switched with him, and he threw it down with the rest of the laundry. 

“I’m freezing,” you mumbled as you pulled the hood up on his sweatshirt and tightened it up. 

“Go get a blanket and lay on the couch. I’ll grab coffee,” he said before kissing your forehead. 

Shawn put on a pot of coffee on as you grabbed a few blankets to surround yourself with on the couch. 

A few minutes later, Shawn walked into the living room with two mugs of coffee to see you wrapped up in three blankets. 

“Is there even room for me?” He asked you as he set down the mugs on the table. 

“Nope,” you mumbled from inside the heap. 

“You know I’m warmer than those blankets,” he said in a sing-song voice as you poked your head out and glared at him. 

You unwrapped yourself and moved forward. He slid in behind you, so you could lay back on his chest. The two of you pulled the blankets back up before Shawn handed you your mug. 

You both sat in silence as you warmed up and drank your coffee. 

“Warm now?” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

You hummed in response and nodded your head before leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

“We should finish Christmas shopping today,” you mumbled as you handed him your mug to put back on the table. 

“That sounds like a tomorrow thing,” he said as he wrapped an arm around your waist and then laid the two of you down farther. 

“Shawn,” you warned. “You know today is the last day that we actually have time.”

“But I just wanna lay here all day,” he mumbled, burying his head into your hair. 

“How about we lay here until 1:00 and then go finish shopping?” You said as you traced delicate lines on his wrist. 

“I’ll tell you if I agree once 1:00 hits,” he whispered. 

You turned to your side, resting your cheek against Shawn’s chest. 

“I’m taking a nap,” Shawn said through a yawn from above you. “You woke me up too early.”

You hummed as you felt your eyes droop while Shawn played with the tips of your hair. 

“Christmas shopping can wait until later,” you mumbled as you drifted off. 

You could feel him laugh before he said, “That’s what I thought.”

You woke up a few hours later when you could feel Shawn shifting underneath you. 

“You can go back to sleep,” he whispered. “I just need to get some water.”

You sat up so he could get out before laying back down and pulling the covers up to your chin, drifting back into a half-sleep.

Shawn grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against the doorway, admiring how you looked in the dim lighting. 

Instead of going back to you, he wandered into the other room and started writing, suddenly feeling the inspiration.

He lost track of time until he heard your footsteps walking up to the door. 

“Whatcha doing, rock star?” you asked. 

“Writing,” he said as he finished writing down a line and then turned to look at you, wrapped up in one of the blankets. 

You shuffled in and got comfortable in the chair in the corner that you often inhabited in times like these. 

“Anything good?”

“All of it’s good.”

“Well…”

“Don’t go there, love,” he said with a laugh. 

You smiled at him from the corner of the room. 

“I’m assuming a love song because you just love me so much?” you said. 

“A Christmas song actually,” he said back.

“Shawn Mendes? Finally writing a Christmas song?” you gasped. “I have to hear it.”

“I don’t even have half the song completed,” he said as he looked at his many notes that didn’t make sense. 

“Play it for me anyways,” you said softly. 

He couldn’t say no to that and played the first verse he had written, recounting the moments you just shared out in the snow and then on to say that he can’t imagine Christmas anywhere else. 

You beamed at him from your spot, not being able to help the big smile across your face. 

You stood up and kneeled next to him on the piano bench. 

“I love it,” you said as you looked at the lyrics written in front of him. 

“That’s because it’s about you,” he whispered. 

“Is it?” you said innocently. “I had no idea.”

He shook his head at you before pulling your legs so they laid across his own. 

“This one might be my new favorite,” you said confidently. 

“That’s a hard expectation to live up to,” he said as he looked at you. “You really love the first song I wrote for you, and the one I proposed with.”

“But this one’s different,” you said. “Because it’s about something so simple. So normal. There’s just something really beautiful about that.”

Shawn smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“You’re my muse. Always.”

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[nat-roman0ff]

i think we’re okay

i think we’re okay

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a city-wide power outage leaves you and shawn stranded at home trying to stay cool, and leads to an uncomfortable conversation about your future together.

wc: 2,945

warnings: f-bombs, sweat, & the word moist

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When you wake up, it’s like, unbearably hot.

 You can feel the cotton of Shawn’s shirt that you wore to bed clinging to your clammy skin. The sheets below you are damp with sweat. You’re overwhelmed by a heaviness in the air. Shawn’s snoozing form is next to you, cheek pressed into the pillow, mouth slightly agape and blissfully unaware of just how fucking hot it is in your shared bedroom. 

“Shawn!” You groan, pushing on your boyfriend’s shoulder, “I think the aircon shit the bed last night. It’s like a billion degrees in here.” 

 Shawn lets out a struggled moan and buries his full face until the pillow, “I’ll check it in a minute.” 

 You (quite literally) peel off the sheet that covered you. Shawn had pushed his all off and it bunched in between the two of your, creating a barrier. You smack his boxer clad bum with your palm, “do it now please!” 

 He turns his head to face you, “so demanding,” he grumbles, pulling himself out of bed. You notice a thin layer of sweat across his back. He makes a face and shakes his sticky arms out, “we’re fucked if it’s out.” 

 You grab a hairtie from the nightstand and pull your hair up into a sloppy bun at the top of your head. It was an instant relief to have it off the back of your sticky neck. A single swipe of your hand wipes away some sweat and your damp baby hairs stick to your skin.

 Shawn re-enters the room within just a few seconds, “bad news, babe.” 

 You raise an eyebrow. 

 “It’s not just the aircon,” he starts, rocking on his heels, “the whole power is out. Checked the hallway outside too and only the emergency lights are on. It must be the whole building.” 

 You clamor from the bed to the large window that faces the CN Tower and the city. 

 Everything was dark. 

 You rush back to the bed and grab your phone off the night stand. A quick check on the news reveals that the entire city is without power. 

 “A blackout?” Shawn scoffs, “Is that even possible in this day and age?” 

 You shrug, “it would appear so.”

 He flops back onto the bed, “what percentage is your phone at?” He asks, scrolling.

 “Ninty-seven percent, you?” 

 Shawn drops his phone to the bed, “eight, we’re fucked.” 

 You roll your eyes, “I’m sure it’ll be back on soon, relax.” 

 There’s a pool of sweat at the small of your back and you shift uncomfortably against the dampened sheets. 

 “We’re going to fucking die,” Shawn states wiping his forehead. 

 You roll off the bed, walking to the balcony door in your bedroom, “Shawn it can’t be that bad. Let’s open the door and get some fresh air in here.” 

 He smirks, “go for it, Princess.” 

 You’re met with immediate Hell fire, “oh my God. Satan called, he wants his weather back.” 

 You scramble to shut the door, silently cursing Shawn for never getting curtains or blinds for the condo. The blaring sunlight burns your skin even through the glass.It wasn’t just bad enough that the power was out, the city of Toronto was now going through record high temperatures that had never been seen before. That, on top of high humidity made the outdoors quite literally intolerable. 

 “What do we do now?” You ask, your skin wildly uncomfortable. 

 Shawn smirks, “I think I’ve got an idea.” 

 He lunges at you, picking you up from behind and tossing you onto the bed. Before you have a chance to protest, he’s got you pinned under him, both hands holding your wrists above your head and locking you in place. Shawn immediately attacks your neck, kissing and nipping at your burning skin. 

 It’s all fine and good, until you feel a certain...wetness. And not the good kind. 

 “Shawn!” He stops dead in his tracks.

 “What?!” He questions, freeing your hands. 

 You wipe the bead of sweat that’s fallen from his temples onto your chest, “you’re sweating on me.”

 He rolls off and back to his side of the bed. You swipe a finger up his bicep, his skin slick, “shit, you’re so wet.” 

 Shawn scrunches his face, “aren’t I the one that’s supposed to be saying that?” 

 You slap his arm. 

 He lets out a breathy laugh and looks toward the ceiling. This week was supposed to be just the two of you. Amazingly, Shawn had managed a week off between legs on his North American tour and came home to spend some time with you. He’d been home four days, and you both had barely left the bedroom long enough to eat a meal a day.

 It wasn’t necessarily a new relationship. You’d been dating for well over a year, and been friends even longer. Shawn liked to keep your relationship private, though. He didn’t talk about you in interviews or share photos of the two of you online. He kept you all to himself. Most days it was fine, and you stayed within the bubble of his condo, or going out in groups so fans wouldn’t get suspicious. But it was starting to get tiring. Not that you wanted to scream it from the rooftops, by any means, that amount of attention was not something you were equipt for. You were just sick and tired of feeling like Shawn’s dirty little secret. 

 “Where do you think the coolest place is in here?” He asks. 

 You purse your lips in thought, “the bathroom floor maybe?” 

 Shawn sits up, fluffing his hair, “grab a pillow, we’re moving to the bathroom.” 

 While the bathroom floor is quite cool, it’s also very hard. It puts strain on your lower back, but the cool relief against your skin is much welcomed. Shawn plays with your hand, letting his fingers lace between yours as he brings it to his lips to press a kiss into the back of your fingers. 

 “Although this really fucking sucks, I’m glad to be home with you.” He mumbles against your skin. 

 You kiss his shoulder, “me too, but I  think I need less clothes.”

 You stand and Shawn watches, locking his fingers and placing them behind his head to enjoy the view. You carefully lift up the oversized shirt until it’s just below your breasts, then turn away from him to lift it over your head. 

 “Fuckin’ tease,” he mutters, poking your ankle with his foot. 

 You give him a cheeky flash before going back to the bedroom to throw on a bralette. The pajama shorts you’re wearing come off too, leaving you in just the lacy cloth and a mismatched pair of underwear. 

 Shawn’s moved to a different part of the floor when you return, bringing your pillow with him, “found another cold spot,” he pats the tile beside him, “I also much prefer this outfit,” he stares with wide eyes. 

 “Pervert,” you retort, making sure to put a little extra bend in when you sit back down on the ground. 

 You don’t lay down just yet, letting your back stretch for a moment. Shawn reaches up and holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, “I miss you.” 

 “I’m right here, dummy.” 

 He rolls his eyes, “you know what I mean.” 

 You know where this is going. 

 “Can’t you take some time off of school? Just the first semester. Finish out this tour with me,” he pulls you down to kiss him, “please.” 

 It takes all you can to say it, “no, Shawn.” 

 His hand drops, “fine. But one day I’ll get you to agree to it.” 

 A chill rolls up your spine when your skin makes contact with the fresh coolness, “dream on.” 

 Shawn presses his lips into your shoulder and leaves them there for a second before playfully nipping at your skin. The same argument always came up; travel with me, tour with me, come to this grand beautiful place with me. But it was the same response every time. It was hard, really, being away from him but you knew going into this relationship that you needed to still keep your sense of self, your goals, your dreams, and not just become the live in girlfriend of uber pop star Shawn Mendes. 

 That wasn’t the Shawn you knew and loved. Yes, you were always proud of his accomplishments and everything he’d done but that wasn’t the reason you were with him. You loved him for the moments like now: normal, at home. You were the last piece of his life that he’d been able to keep private and you adored that. Some days he begged, fucking pleaded with you to post a cute selfie with you, or a candid he’d caught on your morning coffee run. Just so someone besides you and close family and friends knew. But like traveling, the answer was always the same:

 No.

 “We should take a vacation,” Shawn mutters into your skin, “somewhere where the water is so clear you can see the bottom of the ocean. Somewhere where it’s just you and me for a bit. No distractions.” 

 “Oh yeah?” You lull your head over to face him, poking his nose, “and between which world tour or event do you suggest we take that trip?”

 You guess you didn’t mean it to sound as harshly as it did, but Shawn sits up and scoffs, “you know, I’m really sick of you making me feel like I have to choose between you and my career. It’s not like any of this was a secret when you got together.” 

 “No, I’m the only secret here,” you quip, and you suppose its the heat that’s making you careless and brave.

 Shawn just shakes his head and stands, leaving you alone on the bathroom floor. You hear the bedroom door slam shut and the squeak of your shared king sized mattress. Drama queen.

 You give him a solid ten minutes before you decide to get up off the floor and go to the bedroom. You knock once and let yourself in. Shawn’s laying on the bed, his hands folded across his stomach, staring at the ceiling. 

 “Hey,” you poke his side, “I’m sorry for being such a bitch.”

 He doesn’t look at you, “can’t apologize for what you are.” 

 Ouch. 

 You cuddle up next to him and he doesn’t dare move, but you can feel the muscles in his stomach constrict when you touch him, so that means he’s not completely pissed at you.

 “I’m just scared, I think,” you start, Shawn still not flinching, “scared of people judging me because I’m a nothing nobody and you’re you. Scared that I’m going to get ripped apart by thousands of strangers who don’t know me or us. Scared that the media is going to make up stories about me and you. Scared to lose you -” 

 “That’s not going to happen,” Shawn cuts you off. 

 He finally looks at you, and his eyes are wet and he keeps swallowing something down. 

 “Which part?” You ask.

 “All of it,” he chokes, reaching his arm around you to pull your body closer to his, “I love you so much sometimes I feel like I can’t take it anymore. Some days I wake up and feel like I’d drop everything just to be with you all the time and that’s the most terrifying thing I think that could ever happen to me. I never thought there’d be a day where I loved something more than what I do.” 

 “Shawn,” you sigh, “I’m not asking you to give up your career. That’s ridiculous. I just don’t want to only ever be known as that girl dating Shawn Mendes.” 

 His head drops to your chest and you thread your fingers through his hair. It’s wet from sweat but you don’t really care at this point. 

 “You should check Instagram,” he groans, “either you’re going to love me or hate me.” 

 You freeze, “Shawn-” 

 He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look up. Your heart pounds in your chest as you push him off of you to grab your phone, “Shawn what the fuck did you do?” 

 You open your phone and pull up Instagram. It’s the first post to pop up on your feed. It’s already gotten seven hundred thousand likes. 

 It’s a picture of the two of you from earlier this summer. You were at a picnic at his parents house. His mom had caught the two of you in an intimate moment and snapped the photo. You were on his lap, his arms wrapped around you. His face was held in your hands as you went in for a kiss, the smile on his face big and wide.

 “You had no right -” 

 “Read the caption,” he cuts you off, then stands and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

 Your fingers shake as you scroll through:

 Life is funny sometimes. And not in a way where like you watch your best friend get hit in the balls or something. It’s funny in a way that takes your life, and all the things you thought were the most special and the most important and introduces you to someone who makes those things seem so small and insignificant without their love. This is my girlfriend, by the way. We just celebrated our first year anniversary two months ago. She wasn’t with me because I was in Europe on tour and she was home, working her ass off in University. It’s been her request that we keep ourselves quiet from the world, and I’m pretty sure she’s going to kick my ass when she sees this in about five minutes but I don’t care. 

 Babe, I love you, and I never want you to be my secret. I want the world to know that I love you, and I know if the world got to know you a little more, they’d love you too. They’ll see all of your best qualities (and even love your worst, just like I do). They’ll see all the beautiful, fantastic things that I see in you. And if anyone has anything other than that to say? Fuck them. Because at the end of the day, you’re what’s most important to me right now, in these moments. And I wouldn’t trade them or you for anything else in the world. 

 Your hand covers your mouth and you choke back a little cry. Shawn isn’t one for many words, despite being a songwriter, he can just never seen to get it all out in a cohesive manner. You keep refreshing the page as the likes add up, and the comments section explodes with congratulations messages. You don’t dare to look beyond into the depths of them. You can only imagine the disgusting things that are being said.

 Slowly, you felt the anger towards Shawn start to disintegrate. Yes, you were pissed he didn’t ask permission, and it was definitely going to be a discussion you had, that’s for sure. But it was the words written underneath that photo that you were focused on. 

 You made your way out of the bedroom to find Shawn sitting on the living room floor, “I didn’t want to get sweat prints on the couch,” he makes a face and wipes around his hairline, “I’m...moist.” 

 You groan, “first of all, don’t ever fucking say that word in my prescince ever again,” you take a step closer, “second of all, I love you.” 

 Shawn smiles wide and reaches his arms out to make grabby hands for you. You accept, despite the obnoxious heat and sit on his lap.

 “I love you too. You’re melting on me,” he chuckles while his lips ghost your below your ear. 

 You play with the damp hair at the nape of his neck, “we’re going to talk about you posting that without my consent later, but I’m too hot to argue about anything else. I don’t like being mad at you.” 

 Shawn kisses your neck, “I don’t like being mad at you either,” he replies, squeezing his arms tighter around you, “this is all new for me, I’ve got to learn to talk to you about stuff that bothers me instead of just getting snippy like that. It’s not fair.” 

 “And I should be more understanding about your career,” you twist his curls mindlessly as you speak, his lips peppering your skin “it’s not a normal job you can choose to take time off of. There’s contracts and expectations. I know that it’s going to have to come first most of the time and I’m fine with that.” 

 Shawn stops to hold your face, his giant palm covering your cheek, “I love you.” 

 You roll your eyes, “you’ve already said that.” 

 “Well I’m saying it again,” he laughs before planting a kiss on your lips. 

 There’s a loud beep that snaps the two of you out of it. You can see the time on the stove blinking, and hear the soft whoosh of the aircon turning back on. You’re met with the instant relief of cool air from the duct above you.

 “Oh my god, yes,” you moan leaning slightly back to take in all the feeling of the cold air. 

 Shawn scoffs, “damn I can barely get you to sound like that half the time.” 

 You stand and hum, “better get to working on it then.” 

 His hand is still held in yours and you step away to get him to follow but he tugs back on you gently, “Hey,” he starts, his voice serious, “are we okay?” 

 You smile and kiss the back of his hand, “I think we’re okay.” 

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hi hi! i’m loving posting these oneshots/blurbs for you guys. thank you SO much for all the love on a lession in shakesbeer. over 600 notes R U JOKING??? amazing. i love everyone and this community so so much. i hope y’all liked this one just the same! 

[rainbowshawn]

Attention

Summary: All you want is for him to relax…. and give you some attention

Warnings: Smut !! (overstimulation, spanking, daddy kink, general rough sex, unprotected sex)

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It had been a few weeks since Shawn had returned home from his world tour. Months of touring with very short breaks in between exhausted him greatly, but he loves what he does. He pushes and pushes himself, sometimes getting lost in his work. Frequently he would push himself past his threshold, resulting in some not so pretty breakdowns.

It worried you sick at times, right now being one of them. He had practically locked himself up in his studio in the house for the past few days. Only coming out to go to the bathroom and to occasionally eat something. You would go to your shared room at night, slipping into the cold covers by yourself. The lack of his arms around you kept you up longer than usual, a sense of comfort absent. You only felt him slip into bed, wrapping an arm around you, late into the night.

You missed him. Emotionally and physically. It had been days since you’ve really felt him. You were aching for him at this point. You needed him to take a break for not only himself, but you too.

You prodded up the large staircase and slowly made your way across the hallway into the studio he had locked himself in for the past few days. He only came out occasionally, to get food or to go to the bathroom. Other than that, it felt like years since you’ve really seen him. While making your way towards the room, you hear beautiful notes and the soft humming of his voice echoing through the hall. You smiled to yourself at the beautiful melody, until it abruptly stopped. You heard a frustrated grumble replace the once beautiful hum that had just occupied your ears.

You pushed the door open quietly and observed him across the room. His tall figure slumped over his guitar in front of his computer, his back facing you. You slowly made your way across the floor to him, clearing your throat softly to alert him of your presence. His focus still didn’t shift from the guitar placed in his lap, his fingers dancing over the neck, plucking precisely to create that same sound you heard just moments ago.

Your cold hands met his tense shoulders, rubbing at the muscles you could only assume were aching. Your eyes drifted down to admire his strong biceps protruding through his dark navy shirt he was still adorned in from his meeting with his label earlier. He never even took a second to change into something more comfortable, just wanting to get back to his work.

“Honey, why don’t you take a little break? You’ve been working for days, you need to relax…” you said softly, beginning to trail kisses up from his shoulder to the back of his ear, a spot you knew drove him crazy. He groaned so softly you could barely even hear it and leaned back slightly, giving you more access to his neck.

“I have to get this done, babe. It’s gotta get sent off to my label in a few days and I want it to be perfect.”

You mumble something into his neck softly about how he works too hard, still busy kissing him. Your hands slowly leave his shoulders and start to trail down his sturdy chest making their way down to his toned stomach. His breath hitches as he sits up a little straighter, gently pushing your hands off of him.

“y/n.” he says sternly.

You let out a little hmph, frustrated with him. You stand up pulling away from him. You glare down at him and he opens his mouth to reply, but gets cut off by his phone ringing loudly. He turns his attention to his phone, answering it quickly, rolling his eyes at the sound of it going off again. He swears he spends half of his day on the phone.

You stand there in a bit of disbelief. You can’t believe they would call him at this time of night. 9:42 pm to be exact. You shake your head in annoyance and stomp out of the room. You make your way down the hallway into your shared bedroom. Opening up the closet, you start sifting through your drawers in search of something in specific. Your hands dig for a moment before finding a certain lacy red set of lingerie. It was one Shawn had brought back from his stop in Madrid for you. It quickly became his favorite and you were confident this would grab his attention.

Slipping into the thin, red material, you eyed yourself in the mirror before your gaze drifted to a button up of Shawn’s in the corner. You smirked as you tugged it onto your body, showing just enough of what was underneath to drive him crazy.

You made your way back to the dim studio, quietly slipping in. He was speaking into the phone, sounding quite irritated as his head rested in his palm that was propped up by his elbow on the desk. His eyes were pinched shut as he rubbed at his temples. You resumed your place behind him once again, but this time you grabbed the arm of his chair, turning him just enough to where you could stand in front of him.

His eyes grazed over your figure and his mouth dropped open at the sight. His tongue poked out, licking across his lip before taking it between his teeth. You slowly kneeled in front of him, pushing his legs apart as he leaned back in his chair.

“Y-yeah I heard you, sorry.” he stuttered into the phone. He quickly got back on track with his conversation as you started to drag your hands up and down his inner thighs. He exhaled deeply as you began to palm his already semi hard bulge. You began to plant kisses against his clothed length as you looked up at him, a devious look in your eyes.

He bit into his fist to stop himself from groaning at the thought of what he could do to you right now. He wanted to give in. He almost did. He really did. But he didn’t want to give into you so easily. Not just yet. He was incredibly stubborn, but now, he was pissed.

He pulled the phone away from his face, muting the call from his side. With his other hand, he firmly grabbed your face, pulling you away from him. His palm was cupping your jaw while his fingers dug into your face.

“Don’t distract me, pumpkin.” he said stiffly.

You glared up at him, pouting.

“Shawny, please, I need you. It’s been so long….” you begged, leaning your head into his left thigh, shooting him an innocent look.

He knew you weren’t, though. It took everything in him not to give into you. You had no idea what you did to him. He wanted you but he was just too dedicated to his work at the moment.

“Go do something with yourself, babygirl.” he said sternly.

You knew he wasn’t really mad at you but that didn’t stop you from being annoyed with him. You hmphed as you picked your head up, furrowing your brows and scrunching your nose at him. You stood back up and turned to walk away. A smack came across your ass, surprising you and you looked back at the man leaning back in his chair, smirking devilishly.

“Don’t be a brat.”

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure he saw it as you walked out of the room. You made your way back into your bedroom and shut the door behind you.

He was determined, you’d give him that much. But you were too. And you weren’t going to stop until you got what you wanted. You smirked as you plotted your next move. You made your way across the room, plopping yourself down on the plush bed.

Your hand made its way into the table next to your bed and pulled out your favorite pink vibrator. Laying back against the pillows, you turned the toy on. A soft humming sound filled the room as you started to tease your nipples through the thin lace with it. You slowly moved the toy down your body, moaning as you pushed it under your panties.

The toy met your clit and you groaned out in pleasure. You pleased yourself for a few moments, making sure to be loud. You wanted him to hear you. You wanted to make him mad.

You wiggled the toy over your aching clit bringing yourself closer and closer to your impending orgasm. Moans echoed off the walls and you were positive he could hear you. You were so focused on the pleasure you didn’t even notice Shawn make his way into the room. Your eyes only snapped open at the sound of his belt clanking as he tugged it out of his belt loops.

“What do we have here, huh?” he said darkly as he made his way up the bed on his knees. You knew he was no longer playing games.

“Taking care of myself since you won’t” you spat at him. Your hand still between your legs pushing the vibrating toy against yourself.

He quickly snatched your hand, taking the toy from you. You whined at the loss.

“Is that so? Now, where’s my good girl? Can’t even let me get my work done…” he tutted.

Your hands reached for his, trying to get the small bullet back. He quickly grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head. You moved your head to look up, trying to see the toy in his hand that had you pinned down. His other hand made its way to your face, grabbing it and making you look at him.

“We cant have that, can we?”

He pushed his hips into yours, making you feel how hard you had made him. You moaned at the delicious friction, lifting your hips trying to get more.

His lips made their way down to your neck, kissing it slowly before sucking on the skin harshly. His tongue poked out to soothe the now purple skin, moving down towards your chest. Your eyes closed as you let him dress your skin in marks.

“Gonna be a good girl for me and keep your hands up here or am I gonna have to tie you up?” he said, looking up at you from your chest.

“I’ll be good” you said breathlessly. He already had you so far gone and he’d barely even done anything yet. You were fucked for him and he knew it.

His hand left yours and made its way down, taking his button up off of your body. His hand joined the other in rubbing your sides as he kissed down your stomach. He pulled the straps of your bra down, silently telling you to take it off. Once the red marker all hit the floor, his mouth immediately latched onto your nipple, biting lightly. His tongue swirled lightly, taking turns on each nipple. The feeling of his warm breath sent shivers through your body as you bucked your hips up. His hands pushed your hips back down and settled on the cherry covered fabric that decorated you. He kept his eyes on you as he looped his fingers into your panties, tugging them down your legs.

You licked your lips in anticipation, lifting your head to watch as he kissed up your thighs. He stopped to nibble on the nook between your heat and your leg. You quietly groaned to yourself, causing him to lightly smack the side of your ass.

“I wanna hear you babygirl,” he said “you didn’t have a problem doing that when I was trying to get my work done, did you?”

You nodded your head quickly, as his lips met with your throbbing clit. He immediately sucked you up into his mouth, his wet tongue flicking against you in a rapid pace. You yelped and you arched your back as your breath hitched at the pleasure he was giving you. Your eyes screwed shut as you focused on his relentless tongue on your soaking heat.

You were speechless. His tongue was heavenly against you, making your mind go blank. Nothing compared to this in your mind. He knew just how to pleasure you.

His hand reached up for that little bullet and he abruptly pulled his mouth off of you, quickly replacing it with the vibrating tool. He sat back on his knees as he watched you writhe on the bed, your beautiful moans filling his ears. He decided you could take more, bringing his other hand up to push two fingers into you. You were losing your grip quickly, your hips starting to grind against his big hand.

“Feel good, baby?” he said calmly, toying with you.

“So fucking good” you choked out.

He quickly removed the toy, returning back to rubbing his tongue against you. You were gone, hands grabbing at your tits to find something to grip onto. Your back arched as he curled his fingers finding that perfect spot hidden deep within your center. Your hands found their way into his curly hair, tugging before he pulled off of you completely.

You realized your mistake immediately and whimpered knowing what was coming. You stuttered our apologize but he was already set. His tall figure stood up grabbing you by the ankles and flipping you onto your tummy.

“You remember the color system right? Is this okay?”

You gulped and nodded, knowing exactly where this was going.

“I need to hear you, baby”

“Y-yes” you choked out in anticipation, knowing he needed verbal communication from you before he proceeded. He never wanted to push you to do anything that made you uncomfortable.

Shawn kneeled back onto the bed, straddling your legs. He rubbed your ass softly, soothing you a little as he leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“You said you were gonna behave, darling….” he murmured, kissing your shoulder “but you couldn’t and now I have to punish you.”

He sat back up, still rubbing your right cheek before bringing a hand down on it harshly. You yelped at the smack, your ass burning a little bit. You moaned in pleasure and lifted your ass a little higher, as much as you could, wiggling it in the air for him while you waited for the next one.

His hand smacked down once again, a bit harder this time. “Naughty girl,” he murmured softly. His cock was straining in his pants, aching at the sight of you yearning for more smacks from his hand.

He continued a few more times, getting fuled more and more by the yelps that left your pretty lips.

“Still doing okay? Think you can handle one more? Doing so well, baby” he said so softly, a stark contrast to the dirty situation that was playing out right now.

You confirmed you were fine and bit your lip waiting for the last slap. His hand came down one last time and you exhaled loudly and relaxed against the bed. His large, warm hand rubbed you, soothing your now red skin.

He leaned down kissing up your spine, still rubbing you while he whispered some soft praise to you. His hand made its way between your legs, feeling how wet his brutal treatment had made you. He groaned at the feeling.

“Such a dirty girl, you like when I spank you?”

You turned your head glancing at him with innocent eyes, “mhmmm”

His hands grabbed your hips pulling you up to your knees. With your face still buried in the mattress, you felt him spread you open for him with his large palms. He groaned at the sight of you dripping for him.

“So fucking wet for me. You ready for this cock?”

“Yes, please, I need it” you begged. You were absolutely wrecked for him. The long days without his affection catching up to you quickly. You would do anything.

You raised yourself onto your hands, turning slightly to watch him as he rid himself of his clothes. You groaned at the sight of his cock springing out from his boxers as he pulled them down.

“Like what you see, baby?” he chuckled darkly, his smirk sending chills through your body.

“Mhmmm, you’re fucking perfect” you choked out, admiring his flushed dick and toned body. You wiggled your ass that was propped up in the air a little, prompting him to come back to you.

“Be patient sweetheart, you know I’m gonna take care of you.”

You were sure of that. He always did.

He came up behind you, grabbing his length and sliding it up and down your slick lips, making sure he’d slide into you with ease. Once he felt comfortable he lined himself up, your core already pulsing in anticipation. You couldn’t stop yourself from melting as his thick girth pushed its way inside of you. Even after years of being together, you still weren’t quite used to his size. You had become addicted to to slight pain you felt when you two first started. You moaned in pleasure as you felt him bottom out inside of you.

He only gave you a moment to adjust before he started to snap his hips harshly into you. The speed he was thrusting at was quick and his actions were pointed. He knew just what you needed and planned on giving it to you. His pace was unfaltering and he groaned at the feeling of your tight walls around him. His head fell back as he slammed into you.

“That’s right baby take it, take it” he growled.

You couldn’t stop the moans spilling out of your mouth. You were beyond grateful for the home you two had recently moved into, providing you with the privacy to be as loud as you wanted to be. Your moans were the most beautiful sound to him. Shawn swears there’s no better song; no better melody. He could spend his whole life like this with you.

His hand pushed against your back, pushing your face back down against the mattress as he continued railing into you. The bed was shaking, smacking the wall as you two chased your highs.

“love this pussy, god I fucking missed being in you” he groaned as he spread your outer lips with his thumbs as he watched his length disappear inside of you. Somehow the small change felt so good and your walls clenched around him tightly.

“you gonna cum on my cock, baby? I can feel it”

You could only moan in response, too overwhelmed with pleasure as his hand started to play with your sensitive clit. You felt yourself getting tighter and tighter around him as your orgasm approached. You hips began to meet his fast thrusts, searching for your high.

He kept up his pace as he grabbed your hair up in a ponytail, tugging your head back to look at him as he fucked you.

“That’s it baby, cum for me” he growled as he sped his pace up.

That was all it took for you to fall off that ledge. You were a screaming mess as your walls pulsed around him. You were sure everyone in the neighborhood could hear you. Your body was limp, only being held up by his grip on your hair.

He fucked you through your orgasm, slowing after a few moments. You focused on your breathing as you felt him slip out of you. Your eyes were shut as you laid down on the bed, body spent.

“You think i’m done with you, darling?” he darkly chuckled “we’re just getting started”

And just like that he had you flipped onto your back, his hands spreading your legs open. Your cum was dripping down onto the sheets, and you weren’t sure you were ready for another round yet.

You mewled as you felt him blow cold air onto your still pulsing clit. You tried to shut your legs but he kept you spread open nice and wide.

“I’m gonna make you cum again and again. As many times as I want tonight.

“Shawn I can’t, i’m so sensitive” you said frantically, shaking your head.

“You wanted my attention so bad, you’re gonna get it. Sound good, my love?”

You gulped and nodded, eyes big at his request. After all, this is what you wanted. Your body may not have been ready, but you were. You relaxed against the pillow under your head, feeling Shawn’s hands smooth up and down the backs of your thighs. You closed you eyes and waited for his next move.

He kisses your neck as he slips his length back inside of you. He shuddered at how tightly your walls gripped him, somehow even tighter than before. He grabs your calves and lifts them to hook over his shoulders as he begins thrusting slowly again.

Your tummy cramps for the first few moments, still a little sore from his previous assault. Your face scrunches up a little as you wait for your body to adjust again. He notices your discomfort and begins pepper your faces in light kisses, murmuring his praise to you.

“You doing okay, my love?” he asks, angling his slow thrusts a little differently

“I’m okay, you can go ahead” you assure.

He looks into your eyes, confirming you are in fact okay before he gets back to business. Like before, his thrusts are quick. He isn’t shy about setting a hard and quick pace for you. He wants to make you feel good. He knows he’s been distant and it’s been eating him alive.

Your chorus of moans starts ringing out again after a few moments of soft whimpers. You know he wants to hear you and he makes it easy to deliver. You feel his cock deep in your tummy and he rocks in and out of you.

“Fuck, daddy. You’re so fucking deep like this.” you whisper, breathlessly. He grunts at the name, almost cumming right there. You know exactly what it does to him and you smirk at his reaction.

“Yeah? Feel me in your tummy? Shiiiit, I can fucking see myself in you.” he groans out when he catches the way your stomach pokes out a little as he slams inside of you. You glance down and whimper at the sight.

You feel yourself getting close to cumming again. You’re shocked at how fast he gets you there, you weren’t sure how much you could take.

He angles himself differently and hits that perfect spot that sends you reeling every time. You’re screaming as you cum for the third time tonight. He’s a moaning mess above you, eyebrows knitted together as he feels you flutter around him.

“Gonna make daddy cum babygirl, you feel so good. Always take me so fucking well”

His hips snap against yours, pace faltering slightly as he loses his grip. The sound of your skin was echoing through the room, the noises slightly wet from the mess between your legs. It was obscene but you couldn’t get enough. Your legs are still slung over his shoulders as you grab his face between your hands, looking him in the eyes as he comes deep inside your throbbing heat. You both watch each other in amazement as his hips keep thrusting his cum in you.

You stay like that for a moment while he collects himself, telling each other how much you love the other as he rests his face against your bare chest. Your hands find his sweaty hair, playing with the curls as his hand trails up and down your side.

The moment is quiet. The breathing of you both being the only sound that reaches your ears. You relax into his embrace, soaking up the intimacy.

“M’sorry” he says so quiet you barely hear him.

“What, baby?”

“I said I’m sorry. I’ve been an asshole lately. I’m just stressed out but I shouldn’t ignore you.”

You coo’d at him and kissed his forehead.

“You’re busy, Shawn. I get it. I know what I signed up for. But you can’t lock yourself away from the world, honey. You work too hard.”

Your hands start to rub across his back, soothing him and wishing you could take his stress away.

“I know, just don’t wanna disappoint anybody.”

“You could never disappoint anybody. Nobody expects you to be perfect. People don’t love you because you’re perfect, they love you because you’re you.” you say softly, using his own words he’s used to help you. If only he would take his own advice.

He giggles at your stolen advice and nuzzles into your neck, kissing it with a loud smooch.

“Alright, alright.” he kisses you.

He lays his head back down, falling back into a comfortable silence. He sighs thinking of how supportive you’ve been over the years. Regardless of him touring, working, writing, and whatever else his crazy lifestyle brings, you’re always there beside him. You keep him sane. You bring him home.

“Was I too rough?” his question breaks the silence.

You laugh at the question, your face scrunching at his abruptness.

“Not at all babe,” you giggle “it was hot. I’ve missed you.

His lips catch yours and press a few sweet kisses to them.

“I’ve missed you too. I love you. More than you know.”

You hum.

“I love you too.”

[loveylangdon]

What’s Clickbait again? pt. 2

Shawn Mendes x David Dobrik x Reader

Story Summary: You’re dating Shawn Mendes but was in a long term relationship with David Dobrik and met Shawn through a collab David was supposed to have with him. David is now collabing with Shawn finally and finds out you’re dating the pop sensation.

Thank you guys for requesting a part 2 and for the nice dms and comments it means a lot. Xx I wrote this in between my lectures, so its a little bit shorter than the first one, just leading up to what everyone wants haha. Sorry for leaving it continuously on cliff hangers it's just fun that way. This has been floating around in my head so thank you for letting my ideas float around here. 

*NOT MY GIF credit to owner*

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Leaving Natalie and trying to get away from the stupid laugh that seems to be haunting you, You find Shawn in a room with Andrew and a camera crew. Shawn spots you immediately and blows a kiss in your direction, and turns back to the camera. Apparently, today wasn’t a video shooting day it was just getting promo done for the potential videos Shawn will be filming. 

Shawn’s currently standing in front of a neon Youtube logo being dorky and they’re just eating away at his cuteness. If there was one time his dorkyness comes in handy it will be now. Leaning against the doorway Andrew comes up to you.

“Hey y/n is everything okay? Shawn told me you saw Natalie in the hallway? He also wanted me to give you this” Andrew hands you a paper and your eyebrows furrow 

“What is this?,” you take the paper looking over it with names “Yah I'm fine just confused if Shawn’s not shooting today why are their PA’s running around, I was just surprised” I sighed looking up at Andrew. He's always been a dad figure and he helped Shawn and me through a lot always keeping our best interests at heart. 

He gives you a half smile “That paper is the potential collaborations they want Shawn to do” now it's his turn to sigh, “I told them we’re not working with any of Jacks clients but...” My eyes immediately go to the paper. 

David Dobrik is at the top of the list with a star along with, Jeff Wittek and Josh Peck, Cody Ko is also on here with Kian & JC and a couple of other people Jack Reed manages. 

“I mean it makes sense Jack is the biggest youtube manager in the game, you can't be mad at his talent” I sigh again. 

Before Andrew can say anything I cut him off. 

“Does he get to pick?” I look up at Andrew there is already a couple of names with stars by their names and by the writing, I know Shawn picked a couple and crossed out more. I snorted noticing James Charles name is crossed out along with the Paul brothers. 

“He didn’t pick officially he wanted you to help him pick some, He wants to do a video with Josh Peck for sure, Steveo, even though I don't know how that would work he can’t break anything so I'm willing to compromise and have the Dolan Twins, He requested us to get in contact with Crawford Collins, Kian & Jc are a go and he also said, Zac Efron but he needs 8 collaborations to fulfill the contract he needs 3 more is Steveo doesn’t work out” 

“Let me talk to him” I look back at the paper “I know who you want, a collaboration with David” I look at Andrew and he looks guilty 

“It just makes sense the king of youtube and the prince of pop? The fans would go crazy”

“Let me talk to him okay before you go and ask him, Also put a star by Jeff Wittek’s name for me please” I smile and hand Andrew back the paper, making my way to my dork of a boyfriend who is screaming at the camera. 

As soon as Shawn sees me get closer he asks to take a break. The filming crew complies and they announce a lunch break. 

“Hey Princess, how are you feeling?” Shawn asks as he walks up to me and reached for a hug, his cheek resting on my head my face in his chest, his heart beating quickly.

“Ew you’re sweaty, what were they having you do” I pull back and take both of his hands instead 

“I’m hurt how dare you reflect my affections” He puts his hand over his heart and mocks a shocked face 

“Oh prince I am so sorry I didn’t know what I was thinking” I look up into his eyes and notice his pink tinted cheeks. He’s wearing a white tank top and black Calvin jeans with boots, His arms look amazing and he has a thin layer of sweat making him literally glow. How did I get so lucky? 

He laughs turns me around so my back is resting on his front, so he’s back to leaning his cheek on my head while scrolling through his phone with his arms wrapped around me, the room has cleared out mostly now and It's just us looking at his Instagram feed. 

When the last person leaves I turn around quickly and put my hand on the back of his neck making him lean down to give me a kiss. He puts his phone in my back pocket. one of his hands resting on my butt and the other on my waist. He breaks from the kiss first.

Leaning his forehead against mine he’s smiling from ear to ear “I thought I was sweaty?”

“Shut it rockstar and kiss me” 

He smirks “Happily” 

We’re lazily making out when Brian walks in 

“Guys really? We leave you alone for the first time and only for 10 minutes and you're already eating each other,” This time it's your turn to pull away and Shawn groans.

 “let's go Andrew’s looking for you idiots its lunchtime” Brian eyes you two “ I mean unless you guys would rather eat each other and I can just tell Andrew-”

“Bro shut up we’re coming,” Shawn says while groaning into your neck. Quickly pecking your pulse he grabs your hand and leads you out of the room.

“Did they get catering? I was walking around earlier and didn’t see any food actually set up” You look towards Brian 

“Oh, I don’t know about earlier but one of the talents had catered Chipotle for everyone” He speaks leading you and Shawn to an open area of the sound stage. You stop walking and look at Shawn. 

“Why what's wrong?” Shawn stops and looks at you searching your eyes for the answer 

Who else would order chipotle for an army of people besides David Dobrik himself? You and Shawn are just starring into each other's eyes at this point while you bite the inside of your cheek. 

“Did you guys want me to grab you some” Brian asked confused watching you guys stare at each other

You break Shawn’s gaze and turn to Brian “No, it's fine I just felt dizzy, sorry” you speak up and Shawn looks at you confused But grabs your hand never the less and you guys finally make it into catering.

Brian snorts “Oh did Shawnie boy take your breath away” 

Shawn reaches over and punches his arm and he screams in an overdramatic fashion, next thing you know the entire catering area is starring at you guys 

“Brian stop being so loud” Shawn hisses and starts blushing looking around at everyone staring “Sorry guys” Shawn lifts his hand as an apology to everyone 

“Stop trying to punch me into next week then” Brian whimpers and rubs his arm 

“Oh stop being a big baby Brian he barely tapped you” you giggle and wrap your hand around Shawn’s arm leaning on him.

Shawn looks down at you tilting his head furrowing his eyebrows “but I'm baby” he says seriously.

Brian bursts into laughter, once again getting the attention of everyone in the room. Leaving you and Shawn blushing and giving everyone an apologetic smile. This time you notice David, Natalie, and his manager Jack sitting on a couch next to a set up of a couple of tables food in front of them. 

You glance around and notice Andrew sitting down at the table right next to David, Brian already made his way over and Shawn was about to walk over to Andrew when you stopped and looked up at him 

he stopped, leaned down “honey what’s wrong” placing a soft kiss on your temple

“I’m just not feeling chipotle if I’m going to be completely honest” I smiled at him sweetly hoping we can escape this suffocating room. I can feel Davids eyes on us, while everyone went back to eating he seemed to be the only one interested in our little bubble

“Oh yeah um, I think I saw a cafe down the street do you want to try our luck there?”  

you nodded at him and bit your lip “okay let me go tell Brian”

Shawn took the last few steps to get to Andrew and Brian and explained you guys were going somewhere else for lunch. Andrew pointed discreetly towards David and Shawn’s eyes widened. You glance at David and realize he’s already starring at you, you give him a small smile when Natalie smacks the back of his head. He breaks his gaze to yell at her. 

Shawn comes back with a smile on his face, getting down on one knee holding his elbow out in front of him bowing his head “My lady would you do me the honor of going on a lunch date with me” he looks up with a goofy smile on his face with his curls falling onto his forehead. 

giggling you curtsied “Why yes my prince I would love to join you on a lunch date, how very considerate of you” Shawn got up laughing pulling you into his chest

You go to wave bye to Brian and Andrew and you noticed you two had an audience. David's eyes were on both of you intently and a couple of crew workers were cooing at how cute you and Shawn were.

David’s gaze was broken when Andrew turned and yelled “get out of here you idiots you only have 30 minutes” Chuckling he turns back to his burrito 

“yah get your royal asses out of here health freaks “ Brian snorted 

“only 30 minutes?!” Shawns eyes widen “Ok Andrew we’ll be back in 45 and I’ll bring you coffee” Shawn put on his sunglasses from his front pocket and grabs your hand while Andrew sat there protesting. 

“30 minutes I mean it” he was staring at you now 

“Okay got it Gerty see you in 45 minutes with a large ice coffee, be back soon” Shawn shouted pulling you out the door and away from Andrew yelling. 

Both of you guys laughing as you both finally get out of the sound stage. The cafe wasn’t too far away from the studio so you guys decided to walk. 

“You saw him yah?” Shawn asks without looking down at you.  

“Yah I did” I squeeze his hand and I feel his shoulders loosen. “I love you rockstar” I place a kiss on his bare arm. Knowing his mind is going a mile a minute and he needs time to process everything. 

Finally, making it to the cafe you guys sit outside under a canopy, orders placed and Shawn opened his mouth to speak. 

With the sun hitting his face perfectly, he’s literally glowing “Hold that thought and don’t move” You say quickly digging for your phone, glancing up at Shawn to see him frozen and smirking. 

Pulling your phone out and opening the camera you take a quick picture of him and now he's posing, holding up a peace sign, looking away faking candids and leaving you a giggling mess. Locking your phone you see him leaned across the table lips puckered. Meeting him halfway capturing his lips in a kiss, he goes to pull away and sit down, before he can you grab his head and litter kisses all over his face.

“Okay women stop stop stop” He's in a fit of laughter pushing your face so you sit in your seat again

Finally settled down you guys are just smiling at each other like idiots “I love you” you look at him longingly 

He softens and reaches for your hand across the table, “I love you more princess” He takes your hand and kisses it.

“Not possible rockstar” your smirk at him and his shocked expression 

“Are you doubting my love for you?” Hand over his heart feigning hurt, He goes to speak but is cut off by the engine of a red Ferarri parking at the curb in front of you guys. 

Shawn groans and glares at the car for ruining your guys’ little moment, you look at Shawn already knowing who the car belongs too, as David steps out you see Shawns jaw clench and he tightens his grip on your hand.

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Pt. 3 

this part was a little short but I have so many ideas for the lead-up. Thank you guys for reading it means a lot Xxx Part 3?  

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Shawn Smut // Sub!Shawn // SUB!SHAWN // S U B ! S H A W N // Some light cute bondage, gentle femdom, overstim, needy desperate Shawn, begging, spanking, Shawn in cute panties, the good shit // Word count: 4,763 // NSFW // lovely OC I borrowed from @celinetheseeliequeen // Please excuse any typos, and sry but tumblr mobile wrecks my paragraph formatting (off the record not a hailee stan or whatever but that gif screams subby bby shawn)

“Shawn! What the fuck!” Céline snapped at her boyfriend. As it currently stood, Shawn was sitting on the bed, laptop lid slammed down moments ago, staring at his girlfriend with a blank expression. “What?!” he yelled back, or well as close as he came to yelling, “Why are you yelling at me Céline?!” He barely got it out of his mouth before she answered, “I’m yelling at you because I just asked you what you were doing and you told me answering emails and slammed the laptop shut?!” she snapped. Shawn’s jaw dropped, “I was, I was answering emails and you freaked me out and I instinctively closed it!” he was still almost yelling. “Then why the fuck was your hand down your pants Shawn?! Is that how you answer emails?!” she snapped. “I’m allowed to touch my dick Céline! It’s my fucking dick!” When he said that, she rolled her eyes, literally to the point she tilted her head some, almost laughing as Shawn added a ‘Well! I am!’ he snapped. But Céline did laugh then, half at how stupid it was, “Of course you are Shawn, what the fuck? I never said you weren’t! You’re allowed to do whatever you want. You’re allowed to jack off whenever you want! You’re allowed to watch por-” but Shawn cut her off then, “I wasn’t watching porn!” For a moment they were silent, “I don’t care if you were watching porn Shawn, I’m not a psychopath, you’re allowed to have urges. I mean, I do have questions as to why the MOMENT I left the house to go get groceries you fired up the laptop and got to jacking in the time it took me to realize I’d left my purse…but,” she said waving a hand, “I’d rather know why you’re lying to me first,” she said in a much calmer way. “I didn’t know you were coming back…” Shawn said softly. When he said that, Céline laughed softly, just in a sort of genuine way, “Clearly you didn’t,” she said putting her keys down on the table before walking over to the edge of the bed. “Will you show me what it was?” she asked gesturing toward the laptop. But Shawn shook his head, “No,” he said quietly, “It’s embarrassing,” Céline couldn’t help but smile at him, crawling onto the bed beside him and sitting on the bed, reaching up and stroking her fingers through his curls. “Oh come on baby, I promise you don’t have any kinks any weirder than mine, and how cool would it be if it was something we could do together?” she asked smiling, “But hey, if its something really weird and awful that I hate, I’m not opposed to helping you get that big cock off while you watch the video,” she said sincerely, “Wouldn’t that be hotter than your hand? Your girlfriend’s hands on you?” she cooed. Again, silence was all that filled the room for the next few minutes, before Shawn finally reached down and began opening up the laptop gently, just tapping his fingers over the space key to bring up the screen and unlocking it. Once it was unlocked, Céline could see that Shawn had in fact been watching porn. That part didn’t bother her, and honestly it didn’t really shock her. What did shock her however was the contents of the porn. He video was paused, but in the center of the screen was a man, overly muscular and beautiful looking of course but rather distressed looking and…tied up? Slowly her perfectly manicured pink fingers reached over and tapped the play button on the screen. Céline leaned in curiously, closer to watch the video as Shawn watched her with faint horror. It was one of those preview videos, that showed you the best bits of the longer videos that you could purchase. But even so she watched as the man was tied up, as the pretty domme in flowing curls and stilettos pushed him around, and smacked him around a little. It was nothing too rough, a cut scene of some spanking with a crop that didn’t even really leave the skin pink. A gratuitous handjob with the full eye contact and restraints, the intense dirty talk and sort of bullying that took place. Briefly, Céline found herself wondering if that brief three minute and forty-two second video was enough for Shawn to get his rocks off. But as the video ended, Céline’s attention snapped back to Shawn, “Is that something you’re into baby?” she asked in a quiet voice. After a moment, Shawn nodded, “I mean, I’ve never …like done it, but I’d like to do it…the idea really turns me on,” he said in a quiet voice, “Is it weird, I’m sorry,” he said giving her a rather soft pout. “Oh Shawn,” she cooed, stoking her knuckles gently down his face and rubbing his jaw, “Don’t apologize baby boy, it’s not weird, it’s hot,” her tone was so soothing as she spoke. “It’s hot?” Shawn asked in a soft voice, looking at her with a little head tilt. Céline nodded at him though, “Yes it is, now, put your laptop away and get undressed for me. And while you do, I want you to think of a safeword to use if things go too far,” as soon as she finished speaking though she patted his cheek and disappeared into her closet. For a moment Shawn was left staring blankly at the door she’d gone in, but he did get up, putting the laptop away and closed. He then slipped off his clothes, for whatever reason he felt a bit shy this time. It wasn’t like Céline hadn’t seen him naked…many times before, but he felt a new sense of vulnerability this time. Just as he pealed off the last of his clothes, setting them in a chair beside the bed, he jumped as he heard her speak. “Are you shy baby boy?” Céline cooed in an almost pouty voice, “You know you don’t need to be shy with me right? I’m going to take care of you,” It was a soft soothing purr, enough that it almost did relax Shawn. As he turned around though and his eyes fell on her, he gasped softly. There she stood in a baby pink corset lingerie set, the kind with ruffles and satin and bows all over. Her pantyhose a soft white with pink bows...or maybe that was where her garters attached, he couldn’t tell. She was in pink heals that made her...damn near as tall as he was, and briefly Shawn found himself wondering how she could stand in those. But as he looked down at her feet, he saw what was in her hands. Fistfuls of fabric, a metallic sparkle and some pink ones as well, and he saw…a whip? “What’s all that?” he asked after a moment just gesturing at her hands. Céline beamed, and tossed the contents of her hands onto the bed before picking up a pair of panties first, that looked slightly to big for her. They were of course pink, but a stretchy lace material. “Put these on they’ll make you look cute,” she said shoving them at Shawn’s chest. “You want me to put them on?” he asked in a sort of shocked voice, but Céline narrowed her eyes at him, “Are you going to have to start disobeying me already? Do I have to spank you mister?” she scolded. Immediately Shawn shook his head, “N-no,” he said taking the panties and sort of awkwardly pulling them on, squirming into them a bit. They were ever so slightly tight on him, but honestly because of the stretchy material it wasn’t that bad. “Aw cute,” Céline cooed giving a soft little hand clap. “Now these,” she said shoving a pair of stocking at him, these looking way too large for her. “Why…do you have these?” Shawn asked, but he didn’t argue, pulling on the stockings, with cat prints on his feet and kitty faces at the top of his thighs. “Wish sent me the wrong size.” Céline said with a shrug. Once both of those were on, Shawn shifted slightly, his cheeks pink as he looked around awkward. “One more thing,” Céline cooed, picking up a thin pink ruffled collar with a bell in the center, opening it and wrapping it around Shawn’s neck before fastening it. “Oh look how cute you are,” she cooed, running her fingers over his cheek and down over his chest, rubbing at the soft skin and toned muscle. “So cute in all your pink decorations.” By this point, Shawn’s cheeks matched his ‘decorations’, but Céline seemed rather pleased with herself. After giving him one final look over she nodded and pointed to the bed, “Lay on your back” she said pointing to the middle. “Can I ask, why you have...half of those things, is that a whip?” Shawn asked gesturing toward the pile of things on the bed. “No you can’t, nobody likes nosy little boys Shawn, now get on the bed,” she said in a stern voice, still pointing, “Now!” it wasn’t even a snap. Her voice was bratty, the same kind of tone it had when she whined ‘daddy’ at him while begging for ice cream. “Okay okay, sorry,” Shawn said in a soft voice, crawling onto the bed and laying on his back. Once he did, Céline giggled softly and gave a soft ‘good boy’ as she crawled onto the bed herself. “What’s your safeword baby boy?” she cooed, picking up long thick strips of ribbon, pink, that she’d tossed onto the bed earlier. Shawn watched her as she lifted his arms, beginning to tie them together, wrapping the ribbon around his wrists and tying it there. “I uh, stop?” he asked. There was a brief moment where she looked down at him with a head tilt and an expression that called him a dumbass. Seconds later though she began tying another piece of ribbon around his arms, lower now in the middle of his forearms. “No Shawn, stop doesn’t work. If you say stop, we don’t stop so I need you to give me a word, that if you use it, I know means stop,” she said before stroking his cheek. “Come on, you’re a good boy,” Shawn felt his cheeks heat up when she spoke to him that way, “Rose,” he said after a moment. Céline shrugged some at that, “Huh, well that’s valid,” she said picking up another ribbon for just below his elbows, tying that one around his arms as well. Once she was done with that, she reached down at the edge of the bed and picked up what Shawn had seen earlier, sparkling silver and pink. It was a plug, with a pink crystal. She giggled some then and lifted it to Shawn’s lips, “Suck that baby, get it all nice and wet so it slides in easily,” Despite the fact that Shawn only blushed much deeper now he did open his mouth and slowly suck the plug, only pulling back once Céline pulled it back from his mouth. “Pull your legs up baby boy, as high as you can, bend your knees, spread your legs some,” she cooed. Shawn did as he was told, not really offering to speak as he pulled his legs up and apart some. “Is it going to hurt?” he asked after a moment, as he felt Céline tugging those pink lacey panties aside. “No baby boy, it’ll feel new, but it won’t hurt,” she cooed, her fingers gently spreading his skin as she pushed that plug into him slowly. At first, Shawn’s lips fell open in a silent sort of gasp, his eyes shutting tight, but as that plug popped into him, he gave a soft hiss. “That hurts,” he panted. “Do you want me to take it out?” Céline asked, running her hands up and down his thighs. “No…no ma’am,” Shawn said after a moment, slowly opening his eyes. “Does it make you happy? To do this to me?”  he asked quietly. “Of course it does baby, or I wouldn’t do it,” she said quietly, gently dragging her nails up his thighs and over his chest and stomach, “I want you to call me mommy, can you do that for me baby boy?” For a moment, Shawn just watched her, “Mommy?” he asked as she moved over him, her hands pinning his shoulders down. “Yes, mommy, you don’t seem to have a problem when you’re making me scream ‘daddy’,” Céline said quirking a brow at him. “I don’t have a problem with it, mommy,” Shawn said quickly after that, just watching as Céline smiled and then patted his cheek again, “Good boy,” she cooed. And moments later, sitting up on her knees, she reached down and grabbed something else from the end of the bed. It was her pink wand, the cordless one. Despite the fact that Shawn could lean up and see it, he did sort of arch a curious brow, “What are you going to do with that mommy?” he asked her. “You’ll see baby boy,” she said turning on the wand as she moved her position. Slowly she straddled Shawn’s thighs, and just sat back on her heels, running the wand over the bulge in those panties. She could see his cock through the material anyway of course, and she gently ran the toy along his length. Almost instantly Shawn’s hips jerked slightly as he hissed at the feeling, “Oh my god, oh god, oh fuck that’s so much, ohhhh, shit, holy fuck,” his voice was a whine, a whimpering sort of panted version of each word. She couldn’t help but giggle as she watched her boyfriend whine and whimper and unfold beneath her. “Shawn, Shawn look up at me baby boy, I want to know you’re paying attention,” Céline cooed, reaching up and gently cupping Shawn’s cheek, turning him to face her, “Don’t you dare cum without permission, do you understand?” she cooed. Shawn nodded eagerly, “Yes mommy, god..that feels so good..” he whispered, his voice a whine still as he lifted his hips toward the vibration. It didn’t take long at all before Shawn was completely hard, and Céline dipped her hand into those panties to pull his cock straight, the panties keeping it pinned down against his stomach. Still though she dragged the wand up and down the exposed underside of his length through that lace. “You’re such a big boy…” she purred, her fingers and palm running over his chest. Her manicured fingertips teased at his nipples before she just touched down his body. “Did you know you could get so big down here?” she asked with almost a giggle, “This must feel really good on that big, thick, hard cock,” The way she was talking to him made Shawn whimper, and his eyes fluttered shut as he tossed his head to the side. Despite the fact that he was so flustered he nodded eagerly, “Yes,” he gasped, “It feels so good, you’re making me feel so good, I’m so lucky to have such a pretty mommy taking care of me…” he groaned before moaning out again, his whole body sort of arching in a wave of pleasure as Céline rubbed the wand against that slowly forming wet spot in the lace. “You’re not going to cum are you?” she asked in a firm tone, “I see that precum dripping out of that pretty pink cock,” As she said that, Shawn shook his head, “No, no I’m trying really hard not to, it just feels so good..” he said with a soft breathy kind of pant. “Alright baby boy,” she said quietly, still dragging the wand up and down the length of his cock, smiling as she watched him throb. Her hand slipped up his body again though, her hand gently wrapping around his throat, and squeezing just a little bit. As she did, Shawn gasped, his eyes fluttering as his body arched again. “Oh, oh god, can I cum? Please, please can I cum pl-” “No,” Céline said cutting him off flatly. But Shawn only whined, his body still jerking as her hand reached up, popping his cheek gently once, “Stop it, I said no,” she said in a more stern voice. Shawn was shaking his head now, “I’m gonna cum, I-” “No you’re not Shawn, hold it,” she hissed. “I can’t help it, please, please let me cum,” he whined, his breathing ragged now, his cheeks bright pink, his body twitching as his cock throbbed. “Please, please mommy can I cum please-” his voice was on the verge of a sob now, no matter how much Céline simply ignored him. It was only moments later before Shawn was reaching his orgasm, his cock throbbing SO noticeably as his cum puddled onto his stomach, soaking those panties and his skin, dripping down his hips onto the bed. That wasn’t the real indicator though, it was his almost screaming moans, his body jerking as he arched up so high, his eyes fluttering back and his lips falling open as he gasped. “Oh Shawn,” Céline said in a scolding tone, “I told you not to cum,” she said before giving him a tsk, and as she pulled that wand back, and turned it off, she leaned up on her knees. Shawn slowly opened his eyes to see her hovering above him before she slapped him hard, “Bad boy, apologize,” she scolded. Even after the slap, Shawn looked at her in a dreamy hazy kind of way, “I’m sorry mommy...” he whispered, his legs still squirming slightly.  “Hmph! You’re about to be!” Céline said in a pouty tone as she got off of his thighs and pushed his hips, so that he was rolling over and lying on his stomach. Once he was on his stomach, Shawn turned his head to the side, resting his cheek on the bed as he looked over his shoulder to look back at Céline. Her hands were jerking those panties off of him then, and spreading his cheeks as her thumb pressed that plug. “You’re such a bad boy, such a dirty little slut cumming so fucking hard like you just did with this plug up your ass,” she said in the same scolding tone, her hand popping his ass hard once. “Say it, say you’re a dirty little slut who gets hard when your ass is stuffed for me,” she demanded as she reached back behind her, to the edge of the bed. This time she drew back a crop, the tongue of this one a pink heart. “Say it,” she said popping his ass once, leaving a bright pink heart in her wake, “Now,” she demanded popping the other cheek. Shawn gasped, his eyes wide, biting his bottom lip hard as he whimpered, before gasping again at that second pop, “Ouch!” he yelped, looking back at her, “Fucking called it, I knew you had a whip, why the fuck do you have a whip?” he asked in a sort of ‘wtf’ tone, but Céline gave him a little baby glare and popped him with the crop a few more times, “I said say it Shawn,” she hissed before just alternating now. One pop to each cheek, back and forth, a constant sort of motion, leaving bright pink hearts over his skin, over his ass and down the back of his thighs. Between yelps and gasps, Shawn whined softly before seeming to collect himself, “I..I’m a dirty slut, who gets hard when..when my ass is stuffed for you, mommy,” he panted, whimpering and whining as his face scrunched up with each sting of the crop. “Ouch mommy!” he yelped, whining as he looked up at her, “Mommy stop! I learned my lesson! Stop it, my ass hurts,” he whined. When he began begging Céline grinned so wide and giggled, giving him a few more pops before just running her hands up his thighs. She grabbed his ass, kneading and pulling his skin, popping him once. “Aren’t you such a cute little slut, your ass is all pink and you’ve got that cute little pink crystal in your asshole,” she cooed, clawing her nails down his ass then just to hear him hiss again. “Alright baby boy, we can stop,” she said, with Shawn sighing a soft ‘oh thank god’ before she spoke again, “IF, you’re willing to use that big cock to get mommy off…or rather, you’re willing to let mommy use that big cock to get off,” When she said that though, Shawn nodded eagerly, “Of course, of course mommy, I’d love to,” he said smiling softly, his cheeks still pink. Now Céline grinned again, grabbing his hips and once more pulling him to lie on his back. This time though, as he gasped softly just at being moved, she was already straddling his hips, one hand reaching underneath her to hold his cock in place as she used the other hand to pull her panties aside and slip down onto him. Shawn gasped at feeling just how wet she was, she was soaked. His cock had only just popped into her and already he felt her moisture dripping down the length of his cock. With a few bounces from her, immediately his balls were wet, that sticky sound already emanating between them. A shiver ran down his spine as he moaned out, his eyes fluttering, the pleasure and arousal was so much that for a moment he almost forgot how sensitive his cock was right now. Céline however didn’t seem to notice or care. One of her hands fell on Shawn’s stomach, and she just used it for balance as her other hand grabbed that wand. Immediately she flipped it on and held it against her own pussy as she kept bouncing against her boyfriend’s hips. Shawn’s eyes were locked on her in aw, his own lips parted in constant soft moans as he squirmed, kind of wishing he had control of his hands, that he could touch her. But Céline kept up her steady bounce on his cock, a permanent smile plastered on her face as she moaned and cursed under her breath, even laughing in pleasure as she did. “Oh, fuck yes baby, give mommy that big hard cock,” “Of course mommy, it’s all yours,” Shawn panted, his body arching some, his hips rolling up against her as much as he could, occasionally jerking from sensitivity. But for the most part he was mesmerized, something about watching her just use him to get herself off was intoxicating to him. He could already feel his cock throbbing inside of her, but he didn’t dare even let himself think about cumming, not that he thought she would stop even if he did. “Do you like that cock mommy? Does it make you happy? Do I make you happy?” he panted. At him asking that, Céline lifted her head back up to look at him, just kind of steadying herself, rolling her hips against his cock and still using her hand for balance. Her other hand did keep that wand pressed against her pussy, “Oh baby,” she whispered, her eyes SO loving, so close to the actual heart eye emoji. “I love your cock baby boy, and it makes me so happy. And you make me so happy Shawn, and I love you so much, you’re such a good boy for me,” she whispered, leaning down just to give him a slow sticky kind of kiss. That kiss had Shawn whimpering into it, the way she still rolled her hips against him. He could feel that toy vibrating against his stomach but he could also feel how wet it was. Even though her panties still half on soaked up a lot of the moisture, she really was soaked. As the kiss broke, Shawn found himself leaning up, trying to steal more soft kisses from her, before finally falling back on the bed. “You’re gonna make mommy cum, would you like that baby boy?” Céline panted, biting her lip hard as she gave a giggling moan. Both of her hands held that wand now as she sat on her knees and just bounced up and down on Shawn’s cock, it was sloppy and messy and only half worked, but it most certainly was working for her. “Of course mommy,” he panted, “I want you to cum so bad, please cum for me,” he moaned, “I would love to make you cum,” “God you’re such a sweet boy,” Céline said in a whimper. At that point, she leaned back, one hand letting go of the toy to hold onto his thigh as she kept bouncing, but leaning back. Her hand that held onto the wand slowly moved sort of grinding it against her pussy as she rolled her hips. But within minutes, she was reaching her orgasm, and she was squirting. Not only did she absolutely soak Shawn, but some actually made it to his face, which caused his eyes to flutter back, and body to arch. “Oh fuck, fuck I’m going to cum,” he groaned in a low husky voice. Céline however was too busy almost screaming, her body jerking and convulsing as she rode out that orgasm, her pussy clenching against Shawn’s cock over and over. As she felt him spilling into her, she only moaned louder, a desperate kind of whimper as she rocked her hips against his, so they could both ride it out. “Yes Shawn, fill up that tight pussy…” she panted, biting her bottom lip hard as she came down from it. Slowly her thumb flipped that wand off, and she sat up straight, grinding her hips against Shawn. He gasped and yelped and whined, on the verge of dry sobs, only murmuring soft ‘please’s under his breath, just at how sensitive he was. Céline was biting her lip hard, giggling and hummin softly as her hands ran up his stomach and chest, over his neck and face. “I got you so messy I’m so sorry,” she cooed as she ran her fingers through his curls. “It’s okay mommy, I’m glad you came…” he panted. “So sweet,” she whispered, kissing over his face, over his cheek and neck and down his chest a bit. All the while her hands were slowly undoing those ribbons that held his hands in place. Once he was free though, Shawn immediately wrapped his arms around her and kissed her so much harder. Céline smiled at the desperation in those kisses, wrapping her arms around Shawn as well. “I love you baby,” she cooed into his lips, grabbing the blanket from the beside and wrapping it around the both of them sO tightly. “Look at that,” she cooed, wrapping her legs around Shawn’s waist as she rolled them around in that blanket, “A baby burrito,” she cooed, booping Shawn’s nose once. Shawn laughed softly, “You…really want me to stay inside of you?” he whispered, blushing some. “Duh,” Céline said with a smile, running her hands through his curls again, “Don’t you feel closer like this?” she asked, and Shawn nodded with a smile before nuzzling his face against her shoulder, just hugging her closer. “Was that too much baby, or did you like it?” Céline asked after a moment. Once again, Shawn smiled, laughing softly, “It was amazing, really amazing, not too much at all, but I really do want to be close to you right now..I can’t believe we just did that.” He said laughing. “Oh we did baby boy,” she cooed, reaching down behind him in the blanket, gently spreading his cheeks and pulling that plug out of him, earning a soft gasp from her as Shawn as she did. With one quick toss, Céline threw it to the end of the bed and stroked her fingertips along Shawn’s neckline, “Now, more comfy baby boy?” she cooed. “Mhm,” he whispered, in a soft sleepy noise, almost purring as he held her and she rubbed at his neck and curls like that, “So comfy, I love you so much..” he said peppering soft kisses along her collar bone. “Mn, I know you do handsome boy, I love you too,” she said just kissing his temple as she held him. “Looks like were ordering in for dinner though, seeing as how you didn’t let me go get groceries,” she teased. “I can live with that,” Shawn whispered in the same sleepy way.

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Crack Fic Request

(Psych! X Choices: The Royal Romance) as requested by @krsnlove 😂

A/N WARNING This is pure crack. I am combing two of my all time favorites: Psych and The Royal Romance cast of characters. If you haven't ever watched Psych about a fake psychic detective, please...do so. You have no idea the laughter that is missing from your life. If you are a fan of delicious flavor, then read on.

I have no idea who to tag other than my other fellow Psych lover, @hopelessromantic1352

Masterlist

History? What About Her Story?

"My love, have you seen the book you gave me on our wedding day?" Liam walked along the shelves of the palace library, searching each brown leather spine.

"No. I don't believe I have seen it since the reception." Riley set her book down and began to help him search. "Did you allow someone to borrow it?"

"No." He frowned and called for Bastien. A search was conducted with no results.

"It has to be somewhere in here." She muttered.

Maxwell and Drake joined them, bringing Hana and Olivia. After much discussion, Maxwell offered to call in a favor.

"I know a guy who is able to solve these type of mysteries." He pulled his phone out and scrolled through his contacts.

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Santa Barbara, California

"Chief, the psychic realm is buzzing with gossip and a little ethereal bird told me to stop by." Shawn announced, bursting in on a meeting between Chief Vick, Head Detective Carlton Lassiter, and Detective Juliet O'Hara.

"Mr. Spencer, I don't know what birds are whispering in your ear but they need to remind you not to interrupt a meeting." She said in a frustrated tone.

"Sorry Chief, but when they tweet, I must answer. Usually with hashtags. Right, Gus?" Shawn turned to his best friend and partner.

"It's true Chief. He uses an unusual amount of hashtags." Gus added.

"Dude! You know my Twitter followers need to be in the know. I can't just offer a thought without a dozen or so carefully phrased hashtags to explain it's significance." Shawn reached over for Juliet's doughnut and was immediately batted away.

"Jules! Sharing is caring." He reminded her.

"If there are doughnuts, we need to be made aware of their location." Gus searched the room and looked out toward the main room of the police station.

"Enough!" Carlton yelled. "Spencer, you and Gusster go find a doughnut and leave."

"Come on, Lassie. Don't you want to break bread with us. Or a doughnut as the case might be while we discuss the next step in our investigation?" Shawn tried to secretly slide Juliette's doughnut his way, earning another slap.

"I would rather go to a hot yoga class with McNabb." Carlton uttered in a deadpan voice.

"Well, I for one am ready to find this Corduroy antique." Shawn said sitting down and propping his feet up on the table.

"Cordonian." Gus corrected.

"I've heard it both ways." Shawn quickly repsonded.

"Shawn you didn't even know it was a country." Gus added.

"Gus, I can't help that the psychic tweets didn't give a geography lesson with the message. There's only a limited number of characters allowed." Shawn argued.

"Gentlemen!" Chief Vick interrupted. She stared pointedly at Shawn until he took his feet off the conference table. "Due to the international attention you and Lassister and O'Hara have gained with past investigations, the King and Queen of Cordonia have asked the four of you to come help find out what happened to one of the king’s prized possessions. The mayor insists you go to show how Santa Barbara is keeping up international relations."

"The tweets never lie." Shawn said, a smile lighting up his face. "What type of clothing should we pack?"

"It's in the Mediterranean." Juliet told him.

"So, snowsuit?" Shawn asked.

"Be ready to leave first thing tomorrow morning. King Liam is sending his private plane for you." Vick flicked her hands for them to leave.

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"Gus, I was meant for this lifestyle. Private planes. Servants. Ruling over a small country. Adored by my people." Shawn reclined in the Corinthian leather chair as the plane flew over the Atlantic.

"Dude, your people would overthrow you within a week." Gus muttered.

"And what a glorious week it would be." Shawn replied.

Gus glanced behind him to where Juliet and Carlton were sleeping. "What did Maxwell tell you?"

"Some brown book filled with the country’s history is missing. The queen presented it as a wedding gift. Who gives their spouse an ancient book as a gift on their wedding night? Do you think there was underwear in it? I bet--"

"Shawn." Gus attempted to reign Shawn's ramblings in.

"Anyway, they can't find it. So it is up to us to find out who took it, why they did, and where it is now."

"Great. Did Maxwell offer any leads?"

Shawn frowned. "No...but how many people actually were in a small palace of a tiny country?"

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Liam and Riley walked with Maxwell down the corridor. "A psychic?" Liam asked again. "I can't believe we invited a psychic detective to assist in this."

Maxwell nodded. "Shawn isn't some run of the mill psychic. He has solved numerous thefts, murders, even stopped a notorious serial killer. I think he will have this book back in your hands by this evening."

They walked into the study and warmly greeted their guests.

"Maxwell!" Shawn walked up and fist bumped him. "How long has it been?"

"Um...I want to say a two months since I was in Canada. The whole book tour being interrupted by Pierre Despereaux's thefts was when we last met." Maxwell explained.

"Thefts?" Riley asked.

"An international art thief, your majesty." Juliet explained, dropping into an awkward curtsy.

"Please, there is no need for any of that." Riley said with a smile. "I'm still not used to it. Every time someone needs a refill on drinks, I hop up to get it."

Juliet laughed and clapped her hands. "Your story is the stuff of dreams. I love how you and King Liam met."

"O'Hara." Carlton muttered.

"Right. Sorry." Juliet straightened up beside him.

"Can you tell us if you have any new staff, possibly seen anyone suspicious around the book?" Carlton asked.

"No, most have been here for years. The ones visiting the palace are nobles and friends that have never caused a problem of this sort." Liam explained.

"Of this sort?" Gus repeated. "So there have been problems?"

Liam shared a loaded glance with Riley. "I recently created a council of both nobles and commoners to help my queen and I rule to the best of our abilities. After the terrorist attacks from the Sons of the Earth, I wanted to try and not allow a situation like that to develop again."

Shawn raised his hand to his head. "I'm sensing that there were a few who did not agree with this."

Riley nodded, eyes wide. "There were some, one in particular, Lord Neville."

"The singer of Tell It Like It Is?" Shawn asked.

"That's Aaron Neville." Gus corrected.

"Right, the quarterback for Green Bay." Shawn asked.

"That's Aaron Rogers!" Gus exclaimed

"Right. Love his neighborhood." Shawn put his hand back to his head. "I'm sensing that Lord Rogers--"

"Neville." Gus whispered.

"That Lord Neville might wish to get back at you. Mayhap even--" he turned to Gus. "Did I use mayhap right?"

"Yes." Gus answered

"Too pretentious?" Shawn furrowed his brow.

"A little bit." Gus shrugged.

"It's this setting. I mean look at this place. Velvet sitting chairs. Who has this? Really, even velvet drapes? Does Elton John visit?" Shawn walked over and lifted the red drape.

"He has..." Liam replied, trying to keep up with Shawn's thought process.

"Is he planning on visiting soon?"

"I--" Liam shrugged. "I don't think so."

"Hmm. To solve this mystery, I am going to need to become one with this palace. I am going to need to eat what you eat. Sit where you sit. Touch what you touch." Shawn winked at Riley, earning a smack to the back of the head from Carlton.

He glared at Shawn before turning to Liam. "Rest assured that O'Hara and I will do all we can to solve this for you."

"If you wouldn't mind, we need to speak to your head of security." Juliet added.

"Of course, right this way." Liam and Riley walked out with the two detectives.

Maxwell grinned. "Alright guys, show me that magic you did in Canada."

"Oh you will see the magic." Shawn promised.

"We got magic for days." Gus added.

"At least for a couple of hours." Shawn corrected. "Maybe an encore card trick or two."

Maxwell chuckled and finger gunned them on his way out. "Great. Let me know if you need anything."

"Magic for days? Really Gus?" Shawn shook his head and left the study.

"What? The man asked for it. What was I supposed to say? Shawn!" Gus ran after him.

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"We start with the list Maxwell gave us of those that are normally in the palace." Shawn explained. "From there, we can easily say Neville did it and we receive some kind of royal award, like a spare chest of jewels or a quick swim in the gold vault."

"Liam is not Scrooge McDuck." Gus reminded him.

"Are you saying he doesn't have a gigantic money vault that he secretly swims in while wearing a bathing suit from the turn of the century?"

"Yes. That's what I'm saying."

"Well, that's disappointing." Shawn muttered.

The pair stopped by an office and knocked. When they opened the door they saw a petite, strikingly beautiful blonde filing some papers. "Who are you?" She asked, eyes narrowing.

"My name is Shawn Spencer and this is my partner, Sir Spinsalot. We have been asked to assist in locating the King's missing book."

Madeleine sat down behind her desk. "And?"

"We were wondering who you suspected." Gus leaned closer. "A lady of your talents of changing the minds of the people should have a few suspects in mind."

A proud smile formed. "When King Liam chose an American waitress as his Queen, there were some that were less enthused with his choice."

Shawn zeroed in on her fingers tensing, the old issues of magazines behind her desk, and the faint tan line on her ring finger. There was also a flyer partially hidden with the word rebound on it. A sticky note had a m and a f with groups of numbers listed. 1728 and 1817 were written down. "I'm sensing that these nobles preferred someone else. They wanted you to be queen."

She momentarily stilled. "Yes they did. After my upbringing as the Countess of Fydella, I was the natural choice as queen."

"I bet they were disappointed when Liam ended your engagement." Gus added.

A hard glint came into her eyes. "I suppose so. Who wouldn't wish for one trained since birth how to run a country and interact with nobles and dignitaries around the world without an entourage to constantly tell her what to do?"

"Good to see you're not bitter." Shawn stood up. "Thank you for your time."

"Do you think she did it?" Gus whispered as they walked down the hall.

"Nah. She has moved on with this new position. Plus it looks like she is getting some type of rebound counseling after being dumped. She's the kind that has to be needed." He explained.

"I think I could need her." Gus grinned, brushing his thumb across his nose.

"I say this with all the love in my heart. Something is wrong with you." Shawn stepped outside.

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"He did it." Shawn nodded toward a man dressed in a demin shirt talking to Juliet.

"What? That's the King's best friend!" Gus exclaimed.

"Doesn't matter. He did it." Shawn persisted. "Only a thief would flirt to distract the investigation."

"He's not flirting. Juliet is." Gus pointed out.

"Man." Shawn shook his head and walked over.

Juliet was smiling. "....I named him Sprinkles because of his dappled coat."

Drake's smirk appeared and he looked up as Shawn and Gus approached. Juliet turned and introduced them.

"Drake, this is Shawn Spencer and Burton Gusster."

He nodded to them. "How's the investigation going? Any leads?"

"It's going." Shawn answered. "I'm not at liberty to reveal any parts."

Drake cocked an eyebrow. "You're not at liberty?"

"That's right, Jack! The psychic's relationship with the visions he is given is precious. Has to be nurtured. It's a circle of trust and it gets upset when I share its secrets with suspiciously handsome dudes that flex their muscles in a barn. Or stable. Is this a stable?" Shawn pulled the door open.

"It's a stable." Gus decided.

Juliet looked up in silent frustration. "Thank you Drake for your time. Guys, I will see you back at the palace." She walked away.

Shawn noticed Drake checking Juliet out and spoke harshly.

"So what do you do here?"

"Er...I do...things." Drake muttered.

"What type of things?" Gus asked.

"I...you couldn't really put a name on it. I do a variety of...stuff." Drake stuttered.

"Is theft of antique cornucopia history--" Shawn began.

"Cordonian." Gus corrected.

"Cordonian history rank as one of your things?" Shawn asked.

Drakes eyes narrowed. "What? Are you actually accusing me of stealing from my best friend?"

"No!" Gus said while Shawn said, "YES!" At the same time.

Drake glared at them and stormed off.

"What's his problem?" Shawn asked.

"Shawn, you just accused the man of stealing. What did you expect?"

"I don't know. Maybe point me toward the most likely suspect. Didn't he seem a little more secretive than one would normally be?" Shawn asked.

"Maybe. Why?" Gus watched Drake walk into a hidden side door.

"I think he's hiding something." Shawn motioned his head in the direction Drake disappeared. "We need to keep an eye on him."

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"There has to be food somewhere in this joint." Shawn muttered.

Gus threw his arm out, stopping Shawn. He took a sniff and turned down a hallway.

"Super sniffer activated. What!" Shawn exclaimed following his friend.

"Do you smell that?" Gus asked, stopping again.

Shawn took a deep breath and let out an exaggerated moan. "It smells like heaven's bakery: one filled with cinnamon, sugar, chocolate, and our third grade teacher Ms. Ferguson wearing that sundress on field day."

Gus closed his eyes in memory. "You know that's right. Every teacher should look like her."

They stepped into the kitchen and watched a lady in a pink dress remove a tray of snickerdoodles from the oven. She brushed her long dark hair back and began to place the cookies on a cooling rack.

"I'm in love." Gus whispered.

Shawn nodded at the vision before them. He walked up to her with a look of wonder on his face. "Excuse me, but are you an angel?"

Hana looked up and giggled sweetly. "I know you! You're the private detectives Maxwell called in." She wiped her hands before holding one out. "I'm Lady Hana Lee."

"My name is Shawn Spencer and the suave gentleman stealing cookies is my partner, The Duke of Earl."

Gus quickly swallowed and gave a slow wave. "Hello."

Hana's grow furrowed. "The Duke of what?"

"Earl. But you can call me Slade." Gus replied with a seductive look.

Hana nodded and motioned toward the counter covered in sweet treats. "Please, help yourself. I tend to overdo it when I bake."

"That is impossible." Gus muttered. He took a bite of a still warm brownie and rolled his eyes in pleasure. "I'm proposing to her tonight." He whispered to Shawn.

"Tonight? I'm proposing marriage this afternoon. She can't be real." Shawn filled a plate with a variety of sweets and sat down. With a mouthful of food and a few moans of pleasure he began to question her. "Lady Hana, have you noticed anyone acting suspicious lately?"

She poured them each a glass of milk and chewed on her bottom lip. "No."

Gus slapped Shawn's hand away from his plate. "Stop playing Shawn!"

"Come on son. You grabbed the last of the macarons! The least you can do is offer one or two."

"Not my fault you took your time with the magic bars." Gus countered.

"They literally have magic in the name. They taste like what I imagine Siegfried and Roy playing with baby tigers feels like." Shawn reached over again and shook his head when slapped. "I can't believe how greedy you're being."

"I don't care." Gus replied in a high pitched voice.

Hana laughed and went over to one of the containers filled with more macarons. She offered it to Shawn and blushed when he exclaimed over her. "I don't care what you say, I can see your wings and halo."

"This is what nice people do Gus, they give." Shawn held up the cookies Hana handed him.

"Suck it Shawn."

"You suck it."

They began to talk quickly over each other and suddenly stopped. Shawn took a drink of milk and focused on Hana. "I'm sensing that you have seen someone you are close to acting odd recently."

Her lips parted in surprise. "Yes, I have. But he couldn't have taken the book! He is much too loyal to ever do something against Liam."

Shawn placed his hand to his head, closed his eyes and slapped Gus for trying to take another brownie. "I'm sensing that the one you are worried about is Drake."

Hana gasped. "Yes! Maxwell told me you were the real thing, but I couldn't believe it."

"I am merely the vessel," he slapped the back of Gus's head for trying again, "that the visions use. Now, would it be too much trouble to find something we can use to carry all of this with us?"

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“I don’t like this.” Gus whispered as he crept behind Shawn through the dark palace halls.

“Drake wasn’t in his room. It’s two in the morning. Where is he?” Shawn responded. “I’m telling you, he is up to no good.”

“You’re just jealous that Juliet was flirting with him instead of you.” Gus muttered.

“Please. Me? Jealous? Just because Jules basically giggled like an eighth grade girl over that ridiculously good looking man means--” He held his hand up and stopped Gus. He pointed down another hallway where he could see Drake standing in front of a door.

“What’s he doing?” Gus asked.

Shawn moved in an exaggerated manner to hide behind a suit of armor. He motioned for Gus to follow. He shook his head no. Shawn began to motion faster while Gus silently argued back. They did rock, paper, scissors three times with Gus losing. He snuck over.

Drake looked behind him before knocking in a strange pattern. After a few moments he tried the pattern again, his brow furrowing with the continued silence that followed.

Shawn went to move to another suit of armor, only to end up frozen with a sword to his throat.

“One more move and you and your little friend will be a shish kabob.” 

A sultry red head moved out of the shadows and narrowed her green eyes at the pair. “What are you doing here?”

Drake turned around and glared. “It’s those psychic detectives Maxwell called in.”

Olivia kept her sword against Shawn’s throat.

“You would need at least three more.” Shawn suddenly said.

“What are you blabbering about?” Olivia demanded.

“For kabobs.” Shawn continued. “Everyone knows that you can’t just have two things. You need something to make the kebobs pop, like onions, tomatoes, something green. Most add some zucchini yet I think bell peppers add more zing--”

“SILENCE!” Olivia said over his ramblings. “Why are you following Drake?”

“Could you lower the sword?” Gus asked.

She dropped it down. “Now talk before I change my mind.”

“We are searching for the cornstarch--”

“Cordonian!” Gus corrected yet again.

“Cordonian history book.” Shawn finished.

“They think I took it.” Drake folded his muscular arms across his chest.

“Why would Drake steal the book? It is only about nobles and ancient scandals. I think one of the last entries was from 1817.” Olivia noted. 

Shawn thought back as his brain flashed to that post it note with that particular year listed. He raised his hand to his temple. “I KNOW WHO STOLE THE BOOK!”

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Everyone gathered half asleep in Liam’s study. Shawn stood in the middle of the room. “I’m sure you all wonder why I asked you here.”

“Cut the crap Spencer.” Carlton replied. “We know you have some half cocked theory that will somehow be correct.”

Gus shrugged when Shawn turned to him.

“Really you too?” Shawn asked. 

“It’s late Shawn.” Gus countered. “We flew across the country and the Atlantic ocean to get here. I haven’t slept in thirty-six hours. You know how I get without sleep.”

“Gus, don’t be that can of Coke Zero. Bring back the sweetness.” Shawn pleaded.

He turned back to the group. “This missing piece of history isn’t filled with only boring facts. No! I sense that it is filled with the dirty secrets about what goes on in the unknown, deep, dark recesses of this palace.”

“It’s actually pretty bright everywhere.” Maxwell spoke up with a yawn.

Shawn ignored that. “Even though the scandals go back thousands--”

“Hundreds.” Gus whispered.

“Hundreds of years.” Shawn repeated. “They are still ones that some will want to remain in secret.”

“Who wouldn’t want that?” Drake muttered.

“Someone wanted to erase these recorded memories. Someone who has already gone through humiliation. Someone who doesn’t want their name added to their ancestors’ naughty times. Isn’t that right...LADY MADELEINE!”

Madeleine paused yawning. Her eyes widened for a moment. “I beg your pardon!”

“I can see it all now.” Shawn stood over her. “You were already sick of seeing your name in the magazines as the jilted fiancée of the King. When Riley asked you to be her publicist, it was a slap in the face for a Countess and former Queen in training. But you took it, because your family name was on the line. You had to correct your image somehow. What better way than to appear not only fine being pushed aside, but also being magnanimous to the foreign interloper.” 

Madeleine stared silently at him as he continued.

“It was going well until Riley decided to present Liam with a rare and very odd wedding gift. Seriously. Naught underwear is what all men want for gifts.” Shawn turned to Riley and Liam. “Back me up on this guys.”

“It’s true.” Drake muttered.

“Drake!” Riley exclaimed.

“No, he’s right, blossom. It is all we want.” Maxwell added.

Riley blushed and turned to Liam. “Were you disappointed?”

Liam shook his head. “Of course not. I love everything you have given me.” He frowned at Shawn, Drake, and Maxwell. “Proceed Mr. Spencer.”

“If only Riley had not found it.” Shawn continued. “You didn’t realize what it had until you flipped through it. Then you saw what your ancestors did. It wasn’t just on your mother’s side in 1728 that your people got into trouble, but also on your father’s side in 1817. After a little bit of research and the help of Olivia’s memory of your father being from England, it seems the former Duke of Karlington was involved in trying to overthrow Queen Charlotte. Couldn’t have that be discovered, could you?”

Madeleine glared at Olivia. “I should have known that a descendant from traitors would make certain to point out other decent noble’s despicable relatives.”

“You took the book and decided to have those pages removed. But how to do it in a way that Liam wouldn’t notice?” Shawn interrupted before Olivia could retaliate. “You needed to have the book taken apart by a specialist and then rebounded. Simple glue apparently wouldn’t do with the old leather. That’s why if we go to your desk we will find a brochure for a book binding place called Rebound.”

Madeleine paled. She stood up and lifted her chin. “Yes, I took it. If I refuse to recognize my ancestors that betrayed their monarchs then no one else should.”

Gus and Shawn shared a fist bump as Liam had Bastien lead Madeleine away.

Once she was gone, Shawn turned his sharp eyes on Drake and Olivia. “I see what the big secret is. I wasn’t sure which John Hughes movie you were. I thought maybe a gender switched Pretty In Pink. But now that you are all together, I see you guys are The Breakfast Club.”

“What?!” Everyone exclaimed.

“Olivia is Molly Ringwald. She’s rich and fallen for the less economically sound tough guy, Judd Nelson or Drake in this instance. Liam is Emilo Estevez. Nice. Popular. Everyone likes him. I guess that means Riley is Ally Sheedy. Hmm. Hana doesn’t really have a character. We could make you the principal but that just seems mean. Maybe the little sister to Anthony Michael Hall...but you’re too sweet for that too.  Maxwell...you’re Anthony Michael Hall but way cooler.” Shawn pointed at each one. “And just like in the movie, Molly and Judd are meeting in secret to be together.”

Everyone stared at the duchess and the commoner that were both speechless at their secret being discovered.

“And my work here is done.” Shawn exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. He walked over to the door. “If you will excuse me, I’m going to catch up on that sleep everyone was mentioning earlier.”

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“I am going to miss this country. After Hana refused my offer of marriage, I guess this will only be a fond memory.” Shawn said as he boarded the plane with the others.

“I’m just glad she made us going away bags.” Gus opened his and frowned. “Shawn! Where are my cookies?”

“Hmm? Seems like another mystery.” He held tight to his bag as Gus demanded he either share what he had or return what was stolen. “Man, I didn’t take your cookies.”

“You must be out of your damned mind if you think I believe that.” Gus argued. The best friends began to talk over one another, bringing up the great cupcake incident of fifth grade.

Juliet sighed as she sat down with Carlton. “It’s going to be a long flight.”

Carlton nodded. “Good thing I stole Guster’s bag of baked goods.” He offered a cookie to Juliet. She glanced at Shawn and Gus before biting into a chocolate chip cookie.

[jawnjendes]

you lost a part of your existence | shawn mendes

...in the war against yourself

chapter 9/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: i hope this is as angsty as yall wanted. i read this way too many times to make sure its good n stuff. i hope it rly is. pls pls let me know what u think. blease.

masterlist | playlist

August 9

She never wanted him to stay asleep so bad in her life.

Shawn had an unexpected early start to the day. He got a call from his boss at six in the morning and had to deliver some massive flower arrangements to a wedding venue, even though he had the day off due to the birthday shenanigans that happened the night before. Still, he went and came back around noon, when Annalise was up and running. Shawn went down for a nap in the room, even more exhausted than normal.

Annalise was already on the couch, trying to enjoy her day off. She really didn’t want to catch up on the sleep she missed from helping Shawn through his nightmares all night. She knew she would have to stay awake now, knowing that he was inevitably going to fall into the dark place again. Annalise decided to catch up with Bella Santiago and her strange white background on YouTube. Naturally, remaining still on the couch for an extended period of time caused her to doze off.

Two things woke her up some time later. The first was a deep, uncomfortable pit in her stomach that really wanted to get out. She felt it in her throat, and she wiggled her toes to keep it at bay. Her mind began to race like it was second nature; What did I eat? What didn’t I eat? Did I have too much food last night or not enough? Do I have to cut pasta out of my diet now? Did I forget to eat with my birth control? Am I gonna vomit blood? Am I gonna end up in the hospital and have even more surgery? Am I gonna survive this?

The other thing was a distressed sound coming from the bedroom. Annalise tightly gripped the hem of her t-shirt, willing herself to not be sick on the couch. Every one of her senses were amped up in this state, so hearing short, little screams every few seconds only agitated her more. Why did this have to happen now?

“I’ll be just fine,” she whispered as she slowly moved to get up from the couch. “I’ll be just fine…”

Another yell came from the room, and she was not fine at all. As soon as she was on her feet, Annalise felt her stomach flip, and then she was running into the bedroom, where the closest bathroom was. Didn’t even look at Shawn’s convulsing body. Just went straight to the bathroom and slammed the door. She made it to the toilet in time, holding her hand over her still fragile incisions.

The real kicker? She heaved and retched and sobbed, but nothing came out. The horrid sensation of vomiting kept coming, but nothing was being ejected from her body. Annalise shook her head between upchucks, tears staining her cheeks. Why was this still happening?

Shawn woke up due to the loud slam, but his mind and body were still in the nightmare zone. His forehead was beaded with cold sweat, and his jaw was chattering uncontrollably. He could hear his own breathing directly in his ears, like some creepy form of ASMR. Not knowing what else to do, Shawn repeatedly smacked his cheeks like he was still trying to wake himself up. That awful retching could still be heard, his dreams were never this vivid. I’m safe. I’m alive. She’s safe. She’s alive.

Suddenly, he sat up, eyes frantically scanning the room. Who the hell is vomiting so loud? It's really fucking sunny today.

He wiped the sweat off his brow and then rubbed at his arms, wanting to jump out of his skin. He wanted this to be over already. He wanted to breathe again.

“Ann?” he called softly, his voice shaking. “Help me…”

Just as he said those words, he wanted to swallow them. Panicked as he was, Shawn was finally able to figure out that the vomiting sounds were from Ann. He scrambled out of bed and went to the bathroom door, anxiously jiggling the knob. It was locked, and it only sent another shot of fear through his chest. Not to mention, the vomiting sounds had stopped, and it was quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“A-Ann?” Don’t do this, she needs you. “Ann, please…” Chill out, man.

Breathing short, Shawn slid down to his knees, leaning against the door. Tears blurred his vision as he stared at the crack at the bottom of the door. He saw a flash of blood seeping out of there from his dreams, and he punched the wall next to the doorway. He tried to find his way back to earth. He breathed the way the therapist told him to, he whispered the calming mantras, he pinched the pressure point in his hand. No matter what he did, he couldn’t shake this god awful feeling.

“Please, please…” he cried, weakly banging on the door. “Can’t breathe… Help me…”

Little did he know, Annalise was sitting on the other side of the door, knees to her chest. Now that she wasn’t distracted by her own shitty digestive tract, her mind spiraled even more. She knew she had to pull herself together long enough to help Shawn, but it never felt so impossible. How could she comfort him when she was the one who caused all this emotional turmoil? How could she break him and put him back together at the same time?

“I’m a strong lady, I’m a strong lady, I’m a strong lady,” she whispered between soft little sobs.

Why is this still happening to me? I want it to be over.

Present day.

Annalise felt an uncomfortable chill go down her spine as she recalled that afternoon. To think the following day, she proposed the idea of the separation. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Then again, she didn’t know it was going to blow up in her face like this.

She kept scrolling through Instagram as she sat on the floor in the corridor, just outside Shawn’s apartment. She looked at all the pictures and stories from his gig, and noticed how much he was glowing. When he was on stage, he was completely in his element. You wouldn’t be able to tell all the crap his girlfriend dumped on him.

It was almost midnight, and Shawn had told her he would be back by eleven thirty. This is what she gets for trusting men, she sits outside their homes looking fucking stupid. Annalise sighed and picked herself up off the floor just as she heard the staircase door open at the end of the corridor. It’s always right before she decides to leave.

Shawn was surprised to see her as he walked down the hall. He set down his guitar case when he reached the door, giving her a look. “You’re here.”

“I’ve been here for half an hour,” she told him, turning her phone over in her hand repeatedly.

“Sorry.” He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. “Come on.”

The tension heightened tenfold as they entered the spacious apartment. Even when Shawn set his case aside to pick up Henry the cat from the kitchen counter, it never faltered. They went into the living room, where Shawn placed Henry on the giant cat condo in the corner by the screen door. That was new.

“You know I’m always honest with you,” he spoke, though he kept his back to Annalise, who had taken a seat on the couch.

“Yeah…” she trailed off, her stomach in knots. She watched him scratch Henry’s chin, wondering what the fuck was about to happen.

Shawn finally turned to her and sat on the other end of the L shaped couch. “So, you should know Alessia hit on me-”

“I know,” Annalise said coldly as she folded her arms. “I found out from her.”

Unfazed by the attitude, he continued. “No, I mean, she did it again a couple of days ago. And to be very real with you - apart from the gig I just performed - it was the highlight of my week.”

It was like being sucker punched with a frying pan. She had her mouth open like she wanted to say something, but everything she wanted to say was getting mushed up in one big angry ball.

“Now, before you freak out,” Shawn went on, “I’m telling you this so you know what exactly this separation is doing, and how bad I want it to end. I know we’re not broken up, and I will stay faithful to you, but I feel like I’m single.”

“That’s how you tell me you wanna be with me? By telling me you liked someone else’s flirting?” Annalise asked in disbelief. “So you don’t want me, you want someone.”

“I want you, Ann. And I want nothing more than to go back to the way we were.”

“You said you’re always honest.”

“I am. I don’t want to break up, but I don’t know if you feel the same way. How long more are you gonna keep this up? Everyone and their mother are fucking tired of this separation thing! I’m tired of the two week check ins, and I’m tired of wondering what you’re going to do next!”

Annalise scoffed. “You can’t still want to be with me knowing there’s other girls who want you.”

“It’s only one, Ann.”

“But you liked her advances.”

“Because the girl I love is pushing me away!” he snapped, now irritated.

She glared at him. Was that supposed to be charming? Was that supposed to reel her back in? Annalise sat up in her seat and leaned towards him. “A guy hit on me too, and you know what I did? I broke his fucking nose.”

Shawn put his hands up, confused. “You want me to break Alessia’s nose?”

“No, but I will if she-”

“Okay, okay! You’re going too far now.”

There was a pause. Annalise took a breath to cool herself down, but she still felt like she needed to yell. There was something on the tip of her tongue that she needed to talk about. She tried to remember, but the rumbling in her stomach made itself known.

Shawn noticed the sound and tilted his head. It threw him off so much he lost the angry tone. “Are… are you hungry?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she replied. “It’s after midnight, I can’t eat anyway.”

“When was the last time you ate?” he asked her.

“That’s not what we’re talking about right now.”

“You know you can’t be skipping meals.”

“Stop!” Annalise snapped, her throat suddenly tight and burning. “Don’t worry about me. Don’t scare yourself like that.”

Shawn gave her a look. Then he scooted a cushion closer. “I’m not scared.” When the silence threatened to persist, he asked, “Are you?”

Now she remembered what she wanted to talk about. She changed the subject. “You told Alessia about my health problems.”

The silence came back. Shawn looked down, trying to find the words to say. “If you heard the conversation we were having, you would understand why-”

“No,” she said firmly. “I could understand if it was just the hospital stay, but you told her everything. You told her about my anxiety with food, and you told her my calming mantra, and she threw it back in my face that night at the bar.”

“Okay, I didn’t know she would do that. If I had known, I wouldn’t have said anything at all.”

“You weren’t supposed to say anything to begin with! That wasn’t your thing to tell! I thought I could trust you, but you tell her my business and you let her stick around even though she clearly has feelings for you. How am I supposed to trust you?”

Shawn sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. He knew she had a point, but he was still frustrated. “I’m sorry I told Alessia, but she’s not a bad person. She had a lot to drink that night, I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

Needless to say, it didn't do any good. Annalise felt herself go red in the face. “Why are you still defending her? Do you have feelings for her?”

“No!”

“So why have you been so quiet this week? You haven’t texted me at all.”

He chuckled, clearly annoyed. “Now you care about that?”

“Answer the question,” she deadpanned.

Shawn scooted a little closer and sighed. “You never answered my texts to begin with, so I stopped sending them. No use talking to a wall.”

That stung a little.

“So you do like her?” she asked.

“I told you no! How do you - Why -” Shawn cut himself off, rubbing his temples. He was really reaching his limit here.

And so was Annalise. “She hits on you, and brags about it to me. Even when I’m nice enough to give her my bed, she leaves so I don’t see her in the morning. That sounds like someone who’s hiding something!”

“Ann, she was embarrassed because she had too much to drink! Why do you always think everyone’s out to get you?” Shawn asked. Nearly there.

“She’s not out to get me, she clearly wants you! I’ve given her plenty of chances! I defended her in gaming club! I dragged her drunk ass back to campus! And then she goes and continues to flirt with you like she’s won you over! Did you even tell her to back off?”

“Of course I did!”

“You’re a liar!”

“And you’re fucking crazy!”

It was a split second of relief, allowing his pent up anger to truly seep out. But Shawn knew he said the wrong thing as soon as that second was over. He had never seen tears well up in her eyes so fast before. He wanted to take it back as soon as it came out, but Annalise was already standing up.

She decided, yeah, she is crazy. She didn’t choose it. She wasn’t always this way, but it’s how she is now. Her eyes looked down at the floor as the last words rang in her head. Heavy tears streamed down her face, but she didn’t even try to hide it.

Shawn stood up as well, much slower, watching her carefully. “Honey-”

“Don’t!” Annalise raised her voice. Her head shot up, a crazed look in her eyes. “You do not get to call me that! He doesn’t get to call me that, and she doesn’t-” She paused, her voice breaking.

“I’m sorry-” Shawn tried to say.

“That’s all I am to you, right? I’m just some crazy chick you’re seeing, huh?" Her eyes were furious, but so, so sad at the same time.

“No, of course not. It just slipped out, I-”

“If you let it slip, then you were thinking about it! You think I’m crazy too!”

“Ann, please…” Shawn reached his hand out, but she took a step back.

“I’ll break your nose too if I have to.”

"I didn't mean it!" he tried again. "I didn't… Ann, I'm so sorry!"

She shook her head as she went for the door. However, when she opened it, she was face to face with Stella and Camila. The two girls had matching smiles that quickly faded upon seeing a teary-eyed Annalise. She pushed past them and fled the vicinity before anyone could even blink.

The two girls looked back, watching Annalise go, and then they turn to Shawn, who looked quite defeated.

Shawn forgot why Stella and Camila were here, and he really didn't care anymore. He made quick strides to follow Ann, but the girls blocked the doorway.

"What did you do?" Stella harshly asked. "Why was Ann crying?"

"Stay calm," Camila said, rubbing her shoulder. "Seriously though, what happened?"

Shawn was still staring out the door, hoping Ann would come back. Forget how pissed off he was this last week, he needed to make this right. He never intended to make her cry and run away. "I don't have time to explain-"

"If you made her cry," Stella said, "she's not gonna fucking talk to you. So you better tell us what you fucking did."

"We're here to help," Camila reassured.

Shawn ran his fingers through his hair, pacing back towards the living room, and the girls followed. Henry jumped down from the condo and walked between his legs, leaving little tufts of orange fur on his jeans.

"Oh my god, he does have a cat," Stella mumbled. Then she spoke directly to Shawn. "You got about five minutes before my allergies start acting up."

"And another five before Brian and Connor get here with the masses," Camila added. "So you better get talking."

They all took a seat on the couch. Too many things have happened in this room. Shawn took a deep breath.

"It's like she wants me to be cheating on her," he said. "She'll pull something out of thin air and use it to prove something that's not even happening!"

Camila tilted her head. "That's… that's just crazy."

"She was irrational?" Stella asked. Her harsh and defensive demeanor seemed to change.

"That's the word I should have used," Shawn glumly replied. "I told her she was crazy, and that's when she left."

"Well, I'm sure she said things she didn't mean, too. Just let her simmer down," Camila told him.

Stella was frowning, still in thought. Surely the wife/roommate had to have some insight on this fuckery.

"Anything you wanna add?" Shawn asked her. "Because I really don't know what to do now. I've never seen her so angry before, I didn't think she could be set off like that."

"Okay so," she began, sitting on the edge of her seat, "I know I don't talk about her business, because she doesn't want me to-"

"So it's not just me!" Shawn interrupted. "Why does she do that, it's so frustrating! I want people to know who my girlfriend is but she makes it so hard!"

Stella raised an eyebrow. "She makes it hard because people are really goddamn nosy. The way she dresses alone causes strangers to ask really invasive questions, not to mention she is - or was - is... linked to the most popular guy on campus and that's given her attention she never wanted. Imagine if they knew she was on Prozac, which brings me to the theory I was going to make before I was interrupted."

"Sorry," Shawn mumbled.

"Like I was saying, it's her business, but her mental health is important. I could be wrong, but she might be off her meds."

The other two only stared. Could this really be the only explanation?

"How do you know?" Camila asked.

"I don't. But I always hear her pill bottle rattling in the morning," Stella explained. "And now that I think about it, I don't remember the last time I heard it."

"Is there a way you can find out?" Shawn asked. "Can you ask her?"

Stella chuckled in disbelief. "You really think she would answer honestly?"

"What about searching her room?" Camila suggested. "Like, when she's not there."

"Ooh, please?" Shawn put his hands together, looking at Stella. "I need to know if that's why she's so pissed at me!"

She gave him a look. "Dude, she's genuinely angry at you. I mean, you called her crazy. Why the hell would you do that? Besides, it's not that I'm worried about."

Shawn was about to ask to elaborate, but there was a knock on the door followed by several voices out in the corridor.

"I'll make it fast," Stella said. "You two should be close because of the hospital thing, but instead she's pushing you away. She's not excited for Halloween, I'm gonna have to force her into a costume. She skipped game club, and I haven't seen her do any school work lately. And I'm willing to be she's not doing so well at work either.  The last time she was like this, she was going through that break up with that asshole Luca, and I know you're nothing like that guy."

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