#shawn hunter x reader

[lowkeyrobin]

SHAWN HUNTER ; moonlight

summary ; friends to lovers makeout sesh

warnings ; language, horribley written makeout session, no smut you degenerates

track ; moonlight ; chase atlantic

word count ; 1.5k

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Y/n and Shawn, Shawn and Y/n. A duo to last centuries and possibly go down in history, at this rate. Obviously, the two had other friends, but they shared a weird bond.

Meeting in eighth grade in English class, due to a music reference that bonded the two, they became very close friends. Now, juniors in high school, they sit in Corey Matthew's bedroom, also accompanied by Topanga Lawrence and Angela Moore. The group were having a sleepover, playing typical 90s teen games such as truth or dare and telephone.

"Hey, should we get snacks and watch a movie downstairs?" Corey asks, seeing the clock read 9:30 beside him.

The group nod and agree.

Corey leads Topanga and Angela to his bedroom door, and notices Y/n and Shawn falling behind, ruffling through their backpacks. He turns away, assuming they were looking for their pajamas or blankets, and leads the two girls downstairs to the kitchen. Seeing the coast is clear, the two look at each other, sharing an awkward look.

Brows furrowed and lips sealed, Shawn is the first to move, making his way to sit next to Y/n. In response, they move their backpack over and lean against the side of Corey's bed. Shawn fidgets with his fingers, avoiding eye contact. Y/n does the same, biting the inside of their cheek, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt.

"So, uhm..." Shawn mumbles, looking up at them for a moment, "What're we gonna do about the obvious?..."

They shrug in response, glancing at Shawn next to them. "We don't have to do anything, I mean, I thought you were going out wirh Angela-"

"Enough about Angela, please" Shawn speaks, "This is about me and you. Shawn and Y/n. We obviously like each other, right? I mean, I'm not getting this wrong, right?" He asks them.

They shake their head no, "I mean, I like you if you like me, I don't fucking know" They awkwardly chuckle.

He nods.

The two bask in silence for a few minutes, unaware of where to take the conversation or handle the situation.

Shawn looks up at Y/n as they glance at him, and holds eye contact, staring into their eyes. He admires their face, unable to think in the moment. He's just mesmerized by how perfect their physical appearance was. Their nose was perfect, their eyes were beautiful, their lips perfectly shaped for his.

He'd already realized that he genuinely liked his friend for more than their appearance, their personality is what got him invested in them anyways. How they had such an amazing music taste, their kindness, their comedic sarcasm, their reasonability, their anxiousness that skyrocketed even over small things. It made him crumble to see them smiling and giggling over one of his jokes.

"Can I kiss you?" Shawn quickly asks, voice almost cracking as he speaks. "Please?"

They nod, slowly moving their right hand to his jawline.

Once he feels the light pressure of their fingers on his jawline, he quickly smashes his lips against theirs, and cups their face with his hands. His fingers brush against their hair a bit, sending a shiver down their spine.

He pulls them closer, feeling that they weren't pulling away from the kiss as he deepens it some more, pressing his lips onto theirs as hard as he could.

He pulls them onto his lap, their knees on each side of his thighs to support their weight. They pull away for a moment and look down at him, hands on his shoulders, silently asking if he's okay with the situation. He leans back in, pulling them forward as a response.

They tug on his hair a bit, pressing their body as physically close to his as they could. He takes a deep sigh, breathing for a moment before looking back up at them.

"You okay? Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!-" Y/n quickly speaks, pulling their hands away, holding them up.

"No, no, no, no" Shawn shakes his head. "You're fine, uhm... I like that...?"

They furrow their brows, "Is that a question or a statement?"

Shawn rolls his eyes in embarrassment as he mumbles his answer. "Statement"

They giggle, covering their mouth with their dominant hand.

"Don't laugh at me, asshole!" Shawn smiles, "You're the one sitting on my lap"

They quickly change their smile to a blank face, quickly placing one hand in the back of his hair, the other on his shoulder.

Shawn's eyes slightly widen as his smile falters, feeling embarrassed, slightly scared, and very flustered. He knows they'll tug at his hair at any given second, trying to scare him.

"Sorry, sorry!"

They shake their head with a little smile and lean back in, the hand on his shoulder moving towards his neck. He groans again as they pull at his hair, and he moves one hand down to their waist, the other resting at the nape of their neck to hold them close.

The two sit against the side of Corey's bed, making out while their three friends were downstairs debating over the choice of movie to watch. They mutually pull away to breathe, and they smile, giggling a bit.

"Your tooth gap is really cute by the way, I dunno if I said that four years ago" Y/n whispers, their thumb caressing his cheek.

Shawn smiles and giggles, "Thank you" He says, speaking quietly as he's flustered. "I think I like you on top of me like this"

"I think I do too" They shrug, tugging at his hair lightly.

He groans, "Mmm-stop! They'll hear us!" He gasps, glancing back at the bedroom door behind him.

They tug at his hair again to tease him, and he makes them stop by pulling them in for another kiss. He slowly maneuvers them off his lap, and shoves them by the shoulders onto the floor, and he crawls on top of them, and straddles them. The straps of his leather jacket dangle as he looks down at them with a smug smile.

"Told you to stop"

They smile as well, moving some hair out of their face. "Doesn't mean I will"

They tug at his hair again, just a little too hard, however.

Downstairs, Corey, Topanga, and Angela hear Shawn yelp in pain and shout Y/n's name. Then some profuse apologizing.

"I'm pretty sure they heard us, Shawn"

"That hurt!"

[crazyk-imagine]

Kicking and Newfound Spouses

Pairing: Shawn Hunter x Female!reader

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

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

Word Count: 570

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

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

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

He shakes his head, “hey, Shawn.”

His friend turns to look at him.

“No.”

He pouts.

-

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

-

“Remember when we were ten and turned eleven?”

��Vaguely but go on.”

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

“I am but I don’t see your point.”

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

-

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

-

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

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

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

“What about after?”

“After what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

“I’m afraid to ask but why?”

“They’re going on a date.”

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

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

[bartxnhood]

love you need | s.h

shawn hunter x fem!reader

summary: you notice shawn distancing himself from you and the group until one night she shows up at your door hoping to talk it out.

warnings: angst! both shawn and reader have some self doubt.

a/n: this is my first time writing for shawn, and tbh it’s been a hot minute since i’ve rewatched bmw so😭 but i really miss shawn and i relate to his character sm. so i might start writing for him now, this is just to test the waters. enjoy !

requests open

not proofread

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you stand at your locker rummaging through your books searching for your history book. “hey!” topanga hollers, followed by cory. you push you locker door inwards revealing the couple. “have you seen shawn?” cory questions, you simply shake your head and close your locker. “no, why?” you ask, leaning against the metal. “i haven’t heard from him over the weekend. totally unusual, normally i csnt get rid of him” cory answers, your eyebrows raised. now that you think of it, he hasn’t called or stopped by to see you either.

shawn was the type of boyfriend to check in occasionally, even out of school. he’d often surprise you with small gifts just to lighten things up if you were having a bad day. so this was out of character for him, if he was sick or something came up he’d always tell you or cory. something wasn’t right.

“wel..” you trailed off, furrowing your brows. “we can call if he doesn’t show. surely he wouldn’t not show up and not have a reason or tell us” the other two agrees and decided to let it go for the rest of the day.

but a day turned into two, and next thing you knew he never showed that whole week. you tried desperately to call but each time it went to voicemail. you felt frustrated, why did he disappear all of a sudden? why didn’t he tell anybody? you were high strung for the remainder of that week. snapping at people when you didn’t mean to but, nothing was as important as shawn was to you.

“did i do something to upset him?” you’re laying on topangas bed. she invited you over to work on a project, but after you stayed for dinner. “what if he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? what if he found someone else.” your mind is racing, why else would shawn not come to school or return your calls?

you hear topanga sigh, and came to your aide. “y/n, look at me” you sit-up, looking at her. she puts her hands on your shoulder, “he loves you, y/n. i’m sure he has a reason for why he’s been gone.” you groan, she was probably right but it didn’t your heart from aching. “now, cmon. let’s go eat dinner, okay? get your mind off things.”

it wasn’t unusual for you to be home alone as your parents were typically on work trips. you had your own little routine after school. you’d come home, make a snack, do some homework, maybe read for a couple hours, shower, then go to bed. but today was different, after doing your homework you were pretty exhausted so you had just planned on laying down. thank god you we’re graduating in a few months, the work was beginning to run you down mentally.

it seemed no matter how hard yo supplied yourself, you always came in last. you were barely making the grades to pass your classes, but you were trying so hard.

as you were entering the bathroom, ready to brush your teeth and wash your face you heard banging at your door. of course, you didn’t want to answer because who would be banging on your door at this hour? but, something told you to answer it. you cursed at yourself mentally, you were too nice for your own good and your kindness would be your demise. but when you opened the door you didn’t expect to see him. “shawn?”

“i’m sorry for coming here so late but i just didn’t know where else to go.” shawn states as he runs his hand through his hair. your heart broke just looking at him. it looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes were so dark, he looked beyond exhausted. “shawn, you don’t have to apologize. you know you’ll always have a place here.”

shawn took a seat at the edge of your bed he feels like his heart has been ripped out, all he wants to do is sleep and probably never wake up again. “i just” he rubs his eyes. “i got left alone again, dad went out. i just i didn’t have the guts to face you.” he feels so little, sitting in front of you like this on the verge of tears. “oh, shawn..” you cup his face making him look at you. “it’s okay, you know i’ll always be here. no judgement, shawn. it’s just you and me” you offer a smile.

you see the tears swell in his eyes. shawn wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your stomach. “i’m sorry” he says just above a whisper. “shawn, you didn't do anything wrong. there's nothing to apologize for." you feel him shake his head against your, “no, y/n. i’m sorry i’m not good enough for you.” tears begin to fall from his eyes and he hold on to you as if you were about to be ripped away from him.

“i live in a trailer park, i have nothing to offer you, you could do some much better than me..i don’t deserve you, y/n. you need someone who can provide and give you what you need..i don’t know if i can be that person for you, y/n” you can feel his tears staining your shirt. you remove his arms from your waist as you fall to your knees so you could be eye level with him. “shawn. listen to me” you wipe away his tears, smiling sadly. “you are good enough for me. in fact, i often think you’re too good for me because sometimes i think you could find someone better than me.” now you begin to tear up, confessing all of your bottled emotions.

“shawn, i have felt this toward someone as much as i have you. you’ve saved me so many times and you probably don’t even know it. i promise, you are good enough. you’ll always be good enough,okay? i’ll always be here for you, just let me be the love you need.” tears begin to fall from your eyes, so now the both of you are a crying mess.

“don’t cry, i hate seeing your cry” shawn hums, he wipes away your tears and rests his hand on your cheek. you nod, “i know..” sniffling.

there’s a moment of silence between you two, a comfortable silence. shawn is staring at you. admiring you, puffy eyes and all. he realizes how in love he is, that no matter what life throws at him that he will always have you. shawn softly rubs the pad of his thumb over your check.

“i love you.”

you blink, a few seconds of silence fills the room. he hadn’t said that to you yet, in your years of dating he hadn’t said he loved you, once. shawn was too afraid to love anybody. afraid that he’d ruin the person he wants to love. shawn was like that most of his life, until you changed his mind.

“what?” you feel all the air leave your lungs, your emotions were all over the place now. from crying to now feeling this warmth in your chest as you heard him say the words you had been waiting so long to hear. “say it again”

“i love you, y/n.”

instinctively you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. “i’ve been waiting to hear that for so long” you sniffle. shawn rubs you back, you feel him nod. “i know, i should’ve said it a long time ago.”

hours later, after the both of you had spilled your hearts to each other, you offered him dinner but he denied claiming he just wanted to lie down.

you rested comfortably on his chest, he drew circles on your spine. both of you enjoying the silent. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you.” you say. shawn is taken aback, looking down at you. “what?” you look up, smiling softly. “i know we’re still young, but there’s no one else in my life i’d want besides you. i want to be with you forever.” you see him smile, and he tightens his grip around you.

“i like the sound of that…y/n hunter…that has a nice ring to it”

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Shawn Hunter Moodboard

Shawn Dating a Goth Girl

(Yeah, this is a weird one but I’ve had Shawn Hunter on my mind for a while and I remembered how much I loved him when I was a kid watching Boy Meets World…please tell me I’m not alone?)

[loser-fics]

The Game Plan (Shawn Hunter x reader)

Summary: Topanga, Cory and Angela are tired of seeing you and Shawn being so obviously in love yet not together, and plan to change that for the better.

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Approaching your locker, you locked eyes with Shawn. A sweet smile formed on his face and you almost dropped the books you were holding.

“Hey.”

“Hey…”

After about 5 minutes of getting lost in each others eyes, Cory waved his hands in front of both your faces, snapping you both out of it. You blinked a few times before registering what he was actually saying.

“Er hello? Earth to lovebirds? Can you hear me?”

Neither you or Shawn corrected him after calling you that, neither of you ever did when he called you two a relationship-y term. You did wonder if he liked you back but he was always dating someone else up until now.

“What is it about each other that’s making you both so quiet?” Angela spoke, looking at you, and then at Shawn, and back again a few times.

Neither of you got to answer before the bell rang and you all went to your next class.

/inside Feeny’s class/

Cory leant back on his chair and turned to face Shawn.

“Why haven’t you asked them out already?”

Shawn sighed before starting to answer

“Well I-“

“Mr Hunter, Mr Matthews, do you have something more interesting to talk about than my lesson?” Feeny said, eyeing the two.

“No.” The two groaned before Feeny started lecturing them on whatever they missed while talking.

While Feeny was distracted, Angela turned to you.

“Look that boy loves you, we can all tell, why don’t you ask him out?”

“I just can’t-”

“And why not?”

“Because… it’s never the right time, I never get a chance, I don’t know-”

“Maybe I’ll help you find a chance”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Wait and see Y/N, don’t worry, I’ll take care of it”

/after class in a hallway/

Cory cornered Shawn before asking him again.

“Why. Have. You. Not. Asked. Y/N. Out, I know you’re in love Shawn, actually I think everyone knows”

“I don’t know how.”

“What? You’ve asked people out a million times before, what’s the difference?”

“The difference is… I really like Y/N, and I think I want a real lasting relationship with them I just- oh god they’re gonna think they’re just another two week-er”

“No, Shawn-”

“Just forget about it Cory…” Shawn said before walking off.

Cory turned around to see Topanga, who’d heard the entire thing, and had the same half shocked, half sympathetic look on her face as Cory did.

“I’m tired of seeing them pining over each other all the time” Angela said, walking up to Topanga and Cory.

“Agreed” Topanga nodded, “But how do we make them realise it themselves?”

They thought for a moment before Topanga spoke again.

“Actually… we could always play a game.”

“What game-” Cory responded in confusion

“7 minutes in heaven.”

“That’s not the worst idea-“ Angela spoke before she was interrupted by Cory.

“Oh come on, we’re not 12, in what circumstance would we ever possibly do that. Cory said, attempting to shut down the idea as a whole. “Honestly honey, I would be easier to just lock them in there-”

“CORY!”

“What, they’d get mad at us for a minute before realising they’re alone. together.”

“Cory we can’t just lock them in a closet, and honestly I think they’d be up for 7 minutes in heaven, they want to be together don’t they? This gives them a chance.”

“Angela’s right, now you get Shawn and we’ll get Y/N. Tell him we’re all just gonna hang out at your place. We take a few minutes of just talking before I propose the idea. Then for authenticity, when they agree, I’ll spin around with my eyes shut pointing at whoever will go in. To make sure it’s going to be them, cough when I’m pointing at them, we all understand the plan?”

Angela and Cory nodded.

“Great, meet at yours, 8 o’clock.”

/Cory’s house, 8pm/

All of you had gathered in Cory’s room and had been talking for a while before you finally said something about the huge pile of clothes on the floor, next to his empty closet.

“You rearranging or something?” You said as you gestured to the pile.

“Well actually” Cory said, standing up, “Topanga thought it would be fun if we played 7 minutes in heaven”

“Why exactly, Topanga?” Shawn questioned. His confused face was so cute, he scrunched his nose a bit and he put a hand on the back of his neck-

“I thought it would be nice if we all played some old games, y’know er- see if it’s any different now.”

“Er ok… well I’m in I guess, Y/N, Angela?” Shawn responded, still looking confused.

You and Angela nodded before Topanga stood up getting in the middle of the room and shutting her eyes.

“Ok everyone move around since I know here you are, and if I turn to a wall then I’ll go in”

You all did as she said, before she started spinning around with her finger out, pointing at whoever she turned to.

Cory coughed rather loudly just as Topanga had turned to Shawn.

Topanga smiled when she saw the plan piecing together.

“Well Shawn it is with……”

Shawn winked to no one in particularly before walking to lean against the closet as Topanga started spinning.

Cory coughed again as she turned to you.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes widened and you turned to look at Shawn who had the same expression, before he noticed you looking and quickly changed to a smirk.

“Well babe, c’mon in” he gestured to the closet before you both walked in.

Cory shut the doors, leaving you both in near complete darkness. It was small the two of you were pressed against each other slightly. You were about to say something before you heard Cory yell.

“OH NO I LOST THE KEY…”

Angela and Topanga looked at him with a surprised and slightly disappointed expression before Topanga whisper shouted at him.

“WHAT KEY, IT’S A CLOSET!!”

“I THOUGHT THEY MIGHT NEED MORE THAN 7 MINUTES!!” Cory whisper shouted back.

“YOU IDIOT”

“Key?” Shawn questioned.

“I think we just have to go with it” You replied.

“So….”

“…So…”

You looked down for a second before Shawn slowly brought his hands to yours, talking hold of them. You looked up at him and he pulled you closer.

“Y/N.” He quickly sighed nervously.

“Yeah?”

“I love you. I love you so much, I’ve been in love with you for ages, i-”

He paused to look at you, studying your expression. One of relief mixed with joy and… love.

“I love you too.”

“Y/N do you- do you wanna-”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Of course” you said as you took your hands away from his and wrapped them around him, and the leaning in to kiss him. He kissed you back, deeply, now holding your waist.

You made out for a while… a long while. You wanted him so badly you could just-

“HEY LOVEBIRDS IT’S BEEN HALF AN HOUR” Cory yelled.

“WHAT HAVE YOU FOUND YOUR KEY NOW?” Shawn yelled back.

“…YES.” Cory opened the doors and you and Shawn begrudgingly walked out, him putting one arm around you.

“So….?!” Topanga looked at you two.

“Yes we’re together.” You responded

“IT REALLY DID WORK-!” Cory said before Topanga covered his mouth with her hand.

“What worked?” Shawn questioned, looking at Cory.

“Nothing, just he’s happy you’re finally together” Angela responded.

You and Shawn looked at each other before sharing another kiss, which was followed by a number of ‘awwwww’s.

<3

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A/N: no details of the make out because quite frankly I don’t know how to make out, make it up for yourselves kids.

[neytirisheaven]

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❛ shawn hunter ❜

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ᝰ  |  my emotions feel like explosions when you are around:

( line without a hook,   ricky montgomery )

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IN WHICH it's the last day of your senior year of high school, and your friends dare you to confess to the boy you've loved since the third grade

ᝰ  |  are we too young for this?:

( softcore,   the neighbourhood )

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IN WHICH spending all your time in college with your boyfriend has caused you to come to a revelation that you're afraid to say out loud in fear of it becoming true

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❛ jack hunter ❜

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ᝰ  |  know that you and i shouldn't feel like a crime:

( sofia,   clairo )

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IN WHICH your insecurities finally come to light during a date with jack, which leads to some time apart that only worsens everything. everything.

ᝰ  |  i close my eyes and all i see is you:

( those eyes,   new west )

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IN WHICH you find yourself with the right person at the wrong time

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[satelitis]

there is a lack of shawn hunter content on here and i’m not here for it

[angela-moore1996]

I Love You, Donna Karan

show: boy meets world <3

pairing: shawn hunter x angela!reader

synopsis: pretty much exactly like s5 e8 of bmw (just the shawngela parts <3)

word count: 3.5k

comments, likes, reblogs, and suggestions highly appreciated <3

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"So, I guess that's it. It's over," you sighed, gently pulling your hands back from Shawn's. You sat in a booth at Chubby's across from him, and he was letting you down easy. Not that you were phased. You knew what you were signed up for dating him.

"Two weeks," Shawn smiled apologetically, clasping his hands together. "You knew that going in."

"I did," you nodded, grabbing your things and standing up to leave.

"Wait...w-where are you going?" Shawn looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes.

You scoffed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were done letting me down easy. Go ahead," you raised your eyebrows as you sat back down.

Shawn looked a bit taken aback, "Never mind."

"Are you okay?" you frowned.

"You're just taking this so well," he scrunched up his face like he couldn't understand how someone could still be standing after he rejected them.

"It was a great two weeks. We had fun," you stated plainly.

"Yeah, we did," he agreed.

"So?"

"So...see ya?"

You quirked your lips, nodding slightly before grabbing your things and leaving the booth. You glanced back at him before climbing up the stairs to the exit, unable to figure out his true intentions.

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Shawn Hunter might be a heartbreaker, but you were no saint either. You dated around, landing on Ted, a guy from your history class who seemed semi-interesting. You were regretting your earlier judgements as he seemed to love talking about himself and stealing your fries more than anything. You sat across from him in Chubby's, consequently the same booth you had shared with Shawn that day you broke up last week.

"So, Angela, the coach says, 'Scooter!' That's what he calls me, Scooter," the boy smiled, so full of himself it made you physically cringe. "'Go in there and save the day.'"

"Gee what happened, Scooter?" you rested your chin in your palm, trying for a grin. How could someone be so interested in himself and so boring to talk to at the same time? You have to make an effort not to roll your eyes. That would be rude. At this point, you would give anything not to hear another one of his heroic tales from the lacrosse team. He was on the bench for God's sake.

"Well, I saved the day," he continued, pointing at himself with both hands like it wasn't clear enough that he couldn't talk about anything else. Then, he leaned forward and had the audacity to ask, "You wanna make out?"

Thankfully, your knight in shining armor appeared...in the form of Shawn. This was going to be interesting. At this point, anything was better than having to press your lips against Ted's crusty, chapped ones.

"Hey, Shawn," you reached out to pat his arm.

"Hey," Shawn replied. He reached down and picked up your book. "Is this...a book of sonnets?" he sounded surprised for whatever reason.

"Yes," you said incredulously, raising one eyebrow.

Shawn started giggling maniacally, and for some reason, it was contagious. You laughed lightly, asking, "Why are you giggling?"

"Am I?" His voice broke a little because of how high-pitched it was. This only made him giggle even more.

"What's the matter with you?" you frowned, genuinely confused by his behavior.

He turned around, still laughing like a little kid. You saw that he was locking eyes with Cory, who said something to him that you didn't quite catch.

Shawn turned around, locking eyes with you now. He stared straight into your eyes, and you were more than a little weirded out.

"Shawn, why are you looking at me like that?" You were serious now. You didn't like how strange he was being at all.

"Because I never have before...," he trailed off, dropping your book before walking away to talk to Cory.

What a weirdo, you thought before shaking your head and turning back to Ted.

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On Monday morning, you walked into school early to ask Mr. Feeny a question about the history test. You found Shawn talking to Cory (who's surprised?) and walked up to them, hoping to talk to Shawn about the weirdness at Chubby's. Cory caught your eye, and it seemed like he was announcing your arrival to Shawn which caused him to turn around, look terrified, and bolt in the other direction.

Okay, now he was being even weirder than that night at Chubby's. You were suddenly nervous which made no sense. You were Angela Moore, you didn't get butterflies over boys.

Shawn ran into the janitor's closet and slammed the door behind him. Cory tried to open the door, but Shawn had evidently locked it.

"Hi, Angela," Cory smiled apologetically.

"Hi, Cory," you smiled back, raising your eyebrows.

"Uh, Shawn's in the closet," Cory explained as if you didn't just see him bolt in two seconds ago.

You walked up to the closet, pressing your ear lightly against the door. "Hey, Shawn," you greeted.

"Angela! You smell nice," Shawn replied.

You frowned. "What?" you mouthed to Cory. You rolled your eyes, walking away.

"Hey, Topanga," you greeted as you passed her.

"Hey, Angela," she replied back, walking to Cory.

You went to get some water from the drinking fountain before realizing how chapped your lips were. You knew Topanga would have some lip gloss you could borrow, so you walked back over to the corner she and Cory were in. Shawn was with them, so you guessed he got over his stay in the janitor's closet. When he saw you, he tried to bolt back into the closet before Topanga stopped him and pushed him toward you. What was going on?

"Hey, Shawn," you laughed a little at the frazzled state he was in.

"Hi," he smiled shyly.

"Do you wanna go out and get something to eat later?" you asked. This way you could talk to him, just as friends, without it being weird.

"I'd like that," he replied.

You nodded. "Oh, I saw this, and I thought of you," you smiled, pulling out a seashell you found on the lake trip you took with your dad the day before. You handed it to him before leaving, "See ya."

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The next day, you found yourself at Chubby's again after school. You picked a table near the stairs this time, with high swivel chairs. Shawn walked over to where you were sitting after picking a song on the jukebox.

"Vivaldi's Four Seasons, I love that," you smiled up at him.

"So do I!" Shawn sounded genuinely enthusiastic.

"It's so beautiful. If you close your eyes, you can actually see the seasons change," you closed your eyes briefly, seeing it even now.

"I said that!" Shawn was smiling a mile wide. "I said the exact same thing." He took a sip of his cola.

"You know, I really like hanging out with you. Maybe we could see a movie later on this week," you suggested.

"I hear there's a new Van Damme movie opening," Shawn grinned, almost as if he knew...

"I love Van Damme," you beamed at him.

"I know," he let out a laugh. "So, how about Friday night?"

"Oh, I have plans with Ted that night," you rolled your eyes.

"You're still going out with Ted?" Shawn sounded taken aback.

"Yeah," you said slowly, scoffing a little.

"Oh." Why did he sound...disappointed? "I'd better go check on our food." He turned to leave.

What the heck was that? you thought, sighing. We're just friends, why is he acting so weird?

"Well, here we go," Shawn returned with your fries.

"Great," you picked one up to munch on.

"Can I ask you something?" Shawn was staring at you again...just like the other day you were at Chubby's.

"You can ask me anything." You meant it.

"What do you think of Cory and Topanga?" he licked his lips, seemingly nervous like he needed you to tell the truth.

"I think they're a great couple," you nodded, satisfied with your response.

"Maybe we can have what they have." Well, that came out of nowhere.

"Shawn, we're not even dating," you frowned up at him.

"What do you call what we're doing right now?" Oh God, he didn't seriously think that...

"You asked me out on a date, right?" he smiled nervously.

"I asked you to go get something to eat," you stated plainly. So, this is why he was being weird. He...liked you. So why did your heart feel a pang as you let him down easy like he let you down two weeks ago? Why did you feel like saying yes to him despite everything?

"You gave me a seashell," his eyes were pleading now.

You looked down before staring back up into his eyes, "Sometimes a seashell is just a seashell." A beat.

"Look, Angela, I want to be with you more than anybody in this entire world," his eyes carried so much emotion that it was beginning to overwhelm you. "Why can't we be Cory and Topanga?"

You frowned, looking down at the food before turning your eyes back to his. "I'm sorry. I gotta go," you frowned at him, grabbing your bag and making a quick exit up the stairs.

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On Friday, you were once again at Chubby's. That place seriously got a run for its money from the entire John Adams High student body. Even now, you saw about twenty of your classmates warming the other booths.

You were in the same booth as you were during your last date with Ted. This time, he sat next to you. He was chatting it up about his favorite subject per usual: himself. You sighed, munching on a fry and listening to his pathetic lacrosse bench boy tales when in came Shawn.

Why did he always crash your dates with Ted?

This time, he cut straight to the point, heading for your booth and sliding in across from the two of you. He held his hands up, "Angela, hear me out. It will just take a minute. You don't mind, do you?" This was directed to Ted.

"You want a fry?" Ted mumbled, his mouth full. Gross.

Shawn shook his head before continuing, "Look, I read the same books as you, I listen to the same music, and I go to the same movies. So when I tell you how I feel, it is not just words."

"Hunter, I'm on a date here. Come on," Ted grumbled. You glanced at him, frowning, before turning your attention back to Shawn.

"Why are you doing this?" you needed to know. Why was he pursuing you relentlessly? So he could break your heart for real next time? "We went out. You told me it was only going to be for two weeks, and then it was going to be over."

"I know that you're scared, okay? I'm scared, too." Shawn gestured with his hands, "We both love Vivaldi, and we're both scared."

"I'm scared, too," Ted cut in. You rolled your eyes in exasperation, before turning back to Shawn.

"Shawn, you've never been in a relationship for longer than two weeks, and neither have I. We wouldn't know what to do," you stared into his eyes, searching for some sign of his sincerity.

"You know what?" Ted cut in. "This is getting too heavy for me, so I'm taking my fries and I'm leaving."

"Ted!" You cried, only halfheartedly.

"Oh, I paid for these fries," he stated before walking out.

You didn't mind him leaving that much. It almost felt like he was crashing your conversation with Shawn rather than the other way around.

"Give me a chance," you had never seen Shawn more serious in the short time you'd known him. "I-I just want to see you."

You lowered your head, glancing up at him, trying to discern whether this was a terrible idea that would crash and burn in the next week.

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You were at Barelli's the next night, next to Shawn. This was definitely a step up from Chubby's, but you weren't sure if all this was necessary. You had worn the nicest thing you owned, a hunter green sleeveless dress. The table was covered with a white tablecloth that was the cleanest thing you had ever seen, and you didn't recognize half the dishes on the menu, including the strange appetizer currently on your table.

"Shawn, this is really fancy," you gestured down at everything covering the table.

"You think this is fancy? I don't think it's that fancy," he took a sip of water as you did. As soon as the glasses left your lips, two waiters were there ready to replace them. Shawn glanced at you, trying not to show how nervous he was.

"Shawn and Angela!" you turned around, finding Cory and Topanga, dressed to the stars. "What a surprise, huh?" Cory chuckled.

"Hi, guys," Topanga looked perplexed at finding you and Shawn here.

"Talk about coincidences," Cory looked too happy for this to be accidental. Of course, he would plan something like this. "Of all the restaurants in the town."

"Yeah, and all the suits," Shawn added, which you didn't understand, but you shrugged it off.

"Enjoy," Cory and Topanga left you to find their own table.

The maitre d' appeared, "I have come to take your order. You no touch the pate. It's not good?"

"I really don't know what it is," Shawn frowned up at the maitre d'.

"It's...como si dice? Goose liver," he answered.

You swallowed, trying not to gag in front of the fancy maitre d' while Shawn made his grossed-out face at you.

"You requested it when you telephoned this afternoon," he continued.

"When I called, did I sound like I had curly hair and was ninety?" Shawn asked.

"Si," the maitre d' responded jovially.

After he left, you turned to your companion. "Shawn, you said you knew me. If you really knew me, why would you bring me here?"

Shawn hesitated, then pursed his lips before starting, "Because I have...no idea what I'm doing." Another pause. He started gesturing with his hands, "I-I don't know how to be myself around you. I really want you to like me, Angela."

"I do like you. If I didn't I wouldn't be here," you responded genuinely.

"So, then why is this so hard?" Shawn sounded slightly exasperated.

"I've never had a serious relationship either," you admitted. "Every time I got close to someone, I just figured it was best to get away before we hurt each other. Is someone gonna get hurt here, Shawn?"

Shawn looked long and hard at you before saying simply, "No. No, not if we're ourselves."

You looked down, swallowing, trying to convince yourself to believe he was being sincere.

"Hey, Eduardo," Shawn signaled over the maitre d'.

"Si?"

"Could you get rid of this and just bring us a couple of burgers?"

"You no like?" the maitre d' sounded miffed.

"No," Shawn stated simply, giving you a small smile.

"We like burgers," you added, returning the smile.

The maitre d' clapped, thankfully asking no further questions. "Barelli's is a place where all your dreams come true." He snapped his fingers at the waiter. "Two burgers!"

"Fries," you called. Very important.

"Oh, yeah, and get some ketchup, too," Shawn added. Essential.

"Hmm!" the maitre d' looked appalled, but he turned away, complying with your wishes.

Shawn turned back to you, "Do you mind if I take this tie off?"

"Oh, please, never wear a tie again, okay?" you leaned forward to loosen it for him. Shawn chuckled. "Why do you have that thing anyway? It can't be yours."

Shawn worked at loosening his tie further, tilting his head as he looked up at you, "Well, you know, I'm not one to give up any names, but...Cory. All of this was Cory." He smiled apologetically, "He's a good guy. He just wants us to have what he and Topanga have.

The two of you glanced over to the other side of the restaurant.

"That's it! I have had it!" Topanga stood up, throwing down her napkin, raising her hands up in frustration at Cory. "I don't want to put the Sweet'N Low in my purse!"

Cory shushed her vigorously, glancing around surreptitiously as if checking to make sure no one had heard her outburst. "You're going to get us in trouble in our place!"

"I don't want this to be our place!" Topanga screeched.

"You're ruining our anniversary!" Cory whined.

"What anniversary is this anyway? Is this the first time we kissed? The first time we went out? The first time we met? What? What is it?" Topanga was running her mouth a mile a minute, drilling Cory faster than you could keep up.

"It's the anniversary of the first time we ate at Barelli's! How could you forget?" poor Cory sounded genuinely upset.

"Because I hate Barelli's!" Topanga sounded even more upset. "I am 50 years away from going to Barelli's! Can't we just go downtown and grab a pretzel from a cart?!"

"Fine! I'm not making you happy? Go!" Cory shouted. "You think you're going to find somebody else at your age?"

Topanga was clearly holding back her next words, bringing her hands up, her perfect french manicure glinting in the dim lighting of the restaurant.

The maitre d' came back out with a consternated expression, "Signora Topanga, I must request that you keep your voice down!" He sounded pained.

Topanga actually growled at the maitre d' who recoiled immediately. "Thank you so much," he left quickly at that.

As comical as your friends' fight was, you couldn't help but feel nervous. "This is what scares me. You get close to someone, and you end up hating each other."

"Angela, there's nothing to be scared of," Shawn gave you that boyish grin he had perfected over his many years of flirting. "When two people are truly, truly in love, there's no way they can end up hating each other."

"Cory, look at us!" you turned your attention back to Topanga who was once again taking it out on Cory. "I am yelling at you, and you're not even getting mad at me."

"Grrr," Cory gave the saddest attempt at a growl you had ever witnessed. Even the baby lion cubs at the zoo could do better. You had to laugh at that, grinning at Shawn to know it was okay.

Topanga laughed in his face, "You call that a growl? That was pathetic."

Cory's face split into the inkling of a smile, "Well, I could never really get mad at you."

Topanga was calmer now, "Cory, I just don't want to celebrate any more occasions."

"I-I was just doing it 'cause I thought that's what you wanted," Cory looked more amused than anything else.

"No! I just want to be seventeen."

"Me too." At that, Cory cleared the table, pushing all the expensive dishes off the table where they crashed loudly into the ground. Eduardo came out of the kitchen, screaming as Cory pushed Topanga against the table, kissing her so passionately that it would make Romeo jealous.

You and Shawn grinned at them. "Shawn?"

"Angela?" he turned back to face you.

"I want what they have," you said before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss to his soft pink lips. Pulling apart, you looked up at him, noticing for the first time that there was a little green in those ocean eyes of his. You smiled at each other, realizing that everything would be okay. You would give this a try because you knew you could trust him to like you as much as you found yourself liking him.

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A week later, Shawn picked you up to come over for Thanksgiving at the apartment with Eric and Jack. The Matthews were with you, arms loaded up with various dishes for the big dinner.

Morgan opened the door to the apartment.

"Hey! Look, Jack, they found our turkey," clearly Eric had failed to procure and cook one himself. He eyed the one Mr. Feeney was holding with palpable relief written all over his face.

"Did you two actually believe that we thought you could pull this off, huh?" Mr. Matthews asked them as he walked in.

"You guys can't make toast," Morgan smirked at them.

"Eric, do you at least have some clean dishes?" Mrs. Matthews asked, disappointment already on her face.

"No," he grinned at his mom, totally unashamed at the barren state of his kitchen.

"I'll carve the bird," Mr. Feeney pronounced. "Now, everybody wants dark meat, right?"

"No!" everyone shouted in unison.

"I'm so glad I'm here, Shawn," you smiled up at him. He held out his hand for your taking before he walked the two of you into the apartment.

"Um, before we sit down, I'd like to say thanks for all the good things that have happened to us," Shawn announced to the family. "And to me," he added quietly, locking eyes with you once more.

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[worldmeetsfaye]

a little analysis on drunk shawn :)

I noticed that Shawn is drunk his emotions intensify. Some people are happy drunks, some angry, some abusive, some are just weird. Shawn is very much whatever everyone else's emotions are at the time, his are the same but stronger. For example, if he had been at a party when he got drunk, therefore happy people having fun. He would be very happy and having fun.

In 5x18 no one noticed he was drunk for a week, we didn't see that week so I assume nothing major really happened during it other than Shawn drinking more, therefore he acted normal so no one noticed. Then in class he was a little over the top with showing his boredom, everyone else in the class were bored too. At the apartment, everyone was pretty angry that he was drinking, he got angrier, to the point where he pushed Angela.

Then in 7x12 when he found out his mum wasn't his birth mum and couldn't find his real mum, the party started out kinda happy, you know? Then everyone realized he was drunk and got sad, he was already feeling sad, he had a meltdown about how he's an orphan...

[princessconsuela120]

❇SOMETHING STUPID❇

*cover coming soon*

↬ in which anna hunter spent her whole life loving eric matthews, and she just now realized it.

cover art by @clownfacepancakes120

pairings: Eric Matthews x reader, Shawn Hunter x sister!reader

Warnings: mature themes, may contain smut.

BACKGROUND + DETAILS PROLOGUE

CAST

— ❇

chapter one : pilot

chapter two: on the fence

chapter three: cory's alternative friends

chapter four: killer bee

chapter five: boys II mensa

[1mmeee2]

You Can't Have Him! (Shawn Hunter x Reader) BMW

Plot: S4 Ep 21: Shawn is asked to join a teenage cult which effects his relationship with his girlfriend Y/n, but re-thinks his new belief system when Turner is injured. (Pretty long story) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Y/n Pov: "Hey, Shawn ready for our date?" I asked Shawn as I was putting away my books. "Yeah, about that... I need to go." Shawn said suddenly confusing me. "What?" I asked as we have been planning this date for weeks. "It's just, something came up and I need to be there." Shawn said. "Shawn what is this "Important thing"?" I asked. "Actually... Y/n, are you centered?" Shawn asked confusing me. "What?" I asked confused. "Look, there is this amazing group called the center... and this guy who will help you find true meaning and these people find people like you and I to find our place." Shawn explained to me scaring me. "Shawn this sounds like a cult if anything." I said. "No it's not a cult! Y/n... this group will help you... help us!" Shawn said making me worried. "Shawn you can't be in this group." I said. "They said you'd say something like that." Shawn said making me shocked. "Excuse me?" I asked. "They told me how, people would always try to shut the people who are lost." Shawn said. "Shawn you're not lost!" I said getting more annoyed. "How do you know?" Shawn asked softly leaving me conflicted. "I... I need time." I said to Shawn who nodded. "If you consider joining. Just call me." Shawn said creeping me out as I walked off to go home.

-

After a few days of Shawn leaving school early, always so calm, Cory and I decided to go find Shawn and get him out of there. Before we went in Cory decided to go in first just in case something bad happened and I can go find help.... Or he just wanted to seem brave. Soon it was 5 minutes they were in there making me worried and went in the cult place. "Shawn? Cory?" I called out as I rush down the stairs and saw Shawn and Cory but with the leader then smiling at me creepily. "Welcome to the Center, lost soul." He said making me glare at him. "Shawn we are going." I said holding his hand.

"Ah, is this the other lost soul you mentioned Shawn?" He asked. "Yes... This is my girlfriend Y/n." Shawn said. "I'm not here to join nor stay here. Cory, Shawn let's get going." I said trying to pull Shawn out but he didn't move. "Y/n... I can tell this is hard to see this many changes on your partner... But I think you're gonna like to see what we can do. Nobody judges you who you are, where you come from, everyone here is the same." He said holding Shawn's shoulder letting me to let go. "Can I go in that room?" Cory asked pointing at a door with a star. "Cory!" I said pinching his side. "No, that's the celebrity room." The leader said before walking off. " That is the slickest guy I ever seen!" Cory said to Shawn. "Don't you both see? I'm not a prisoner here. I can leave anytime I want." Shawn said softly. "Okay then, we're going now." I said but then suddenly as Cory and I were about to leave, the lights dimmed revealing the leader on a stage.

"Children of the center.... let's welcome to our family a new life member. Shawn Hunter." The leader said making the crowd clap as Cory and I look at Shawn in shock. "It's fine." Shawn said before going up on stage leaving me in pain. "Let's go Y/n." Cory said as he saw how much pain I was going throw as I'd though, I could make Shawn happy and someone he can belong to.

-

Soon once Cory and I left, we went to his house to talk to Mr and Mrs Matthews and Mr Feeny. As we all stood at the Matthew's backyard I was sitting on a bench as Mrs. Matthews comforts me while the guys talk about Shawn. "You know guys. I am is best friend and it's like he doesn't hear me... Especially his own girlfriend. I mean why does he have so much faith on this center." Cory said. "All right, let's get in the car and drag him out ourselves." Mr Matthew's said a we all got up to get him. "I'm going with you. I'm well acquainted with the Center, I've been trying to close it down for some time now. This Mr. Mac (The leader) is a frightening man." Mr Feeny said but then I saw Eric and Shawn together.

"Shawn!" I said in relief as I then hugged him tightly which he did back. "Hello Mr. Feeny, Cory, Mr and Mrs Matthews." Shawn said greeting everyone as I then let go. " Shawn, are you all right?" Mrs. Matthews asked. "Of course I am. I'm totally centered." Shawn said making me sigh as he still was strongly into it. "Thanks Eric for bringing him back." Mr. Matthews said to Eric. "Actually I brought Eric back." Shawn said making me chuckle a bit as that was the Eric I knew since I was little.

"Mr. Mac thought that Eric wasn't sincere and was in it for the hugs." Shawn said. "Well yeah." Eric said smiling like nothing was wrong and left to go inside the house. "Well hope you all have a peaceful night. I'm going back to the Center." Shawn said making me grab his hand and looked at him in disbelief. "Wait, whoa, no. No you're not. While you're parents are out of town, you're our responsibility." Mr. Matthews said sternly. "That means you're staying here in this house." Mrs. Matthews said.

"Yeah. Mr Mac told me you people would try to talk me out of my belief." Shawn said making me had enough. "Shawn! Do you hear yourself? We all love you and we all wouldn't want to hurt you." I asked angrily as Mrs. Matthews soon pulled me back before I get too emotional. "He also told me you'd say that." Shawn said leaving me in defeat. "All right, fine. That's enough. Get him in the house and tie him up." Mr Matthews said half joking and half not. "Look Shawn. These aren't believes. This is just a way to escape a life that doesn't have beliefs--"That's a judgment." Shawn said cutting off Feeny. "You damn right it is." Feeny said sternly. "What's wrong with me finding something to believe in?" Shawn asked. "Look Shawn. I'm all for you're search of spirituality, okay? But you don't seem to realize that Mr. Mac is conducting is own search. For lost souls that he can influence and manipulate." Mr. Feeny said. "He said you'd also say that." Shawn said. " Yes. I am sure he has given you a thought of every occasion." Mr Feeny said angrily but then a phone rang from his house making him sigh. "Excuse me." He said before entering his home. "Shawn I know I don't say this often... but Mr. Feeny is right." Cory said. "Why do all of you guys keep attacking what I believe in?" Shawn asked annoyed. "Shawn... why do you believe in this Center so much?" I asked. "What?" Shawn asked. "I mean before this... what did you believe in?" Mr. Matthews asked. "I dunno." Shawn said. "Did you believe in God?" Mr Matthews asked but then I saw My Feeny rush out of his house in distress. "George what is it?" Mr Matthews asked. "Uh... Johnathan Turner... Has been on a motorcycle accident." Mr Feeny said making all of us shocked. "Is he okay?" I asked. "Uh... no he isn't... Alan could you give me a lift to the hospital?" Feeny asked which Mr. Matthews nodded. "We'll all go." Mrs. Matthews said making us all move but I stopped and saw Shawn staying behind. "Shawn?" I asked. "I'll meet you guys there." Shawn said kissing my cheek. "Shawn no please." I said begging. "I said I'll meet you guys there." Shawn said keeping his frustration from exploding at me. "Okay..." I said softly as I followed the group.

- It's been a few hours and the Matthew's, Topanga, Mr. Feeny and I were all sitting in the waiting room as we waited more about Mr. Turner's health. "Where's Shawn?" I heard Topanga asking me making me look up at her. "I don't know." I said. "Well Mr. Turner and Shawn are like brothers... how can he not be here?" Topanga asked. "I don't know." I said but then like the universe somehow heard me, I saw Shawn walking in the waiting room. "Shawn!" Cory said as he and I got up glad to see Shawn but soon our smiles drop as I saw Mr. Mac right behind him. "Mr. Mac..." Cory added as we all watch him looking around the hospital. "Shawn thought I could be of some help. Hello, I'm Philip Mac. Feeny..." Mac said looking at Feeny who was glaring at Mac. "You don't belong here." Mr. Feeny said. "One my children invited me, and as always, I'm here for him, as for any other child who calls for me." Mac said instantly making Eric stand up. "I wanna come back!" Eric said quickly and urgently. "No, no, no." Mac said rejecting Eric as we all knew his intentions. "Shawn he shouldn't be here." I said not liking Mac from the first time I heard of him. "Y/n, I can't face this alone." Shawn said to me. "First of all we're here. Second, your being more and more distant that you're more alone than ever." I said trying to knock some sense into Shawn who's face turned into confusion. "What does that mean?" Shawn asked me. "Shawn... please it's very obvious." Cory said also trying to knock sense into Shawn. "Forgive me?!" The voice of Feeny raised making us all turn and saw Feeny getting up on Mac's face held back by Mr and Mrs. Matthews. "George come on. He's trying to get a rise out of you." Mr. Matthews said before taking his stance. "Look. You're not dealing with gullible little kids here now buddy. You brought Shawn down here and thanks but you should take a hike back to Con Land." Mr Matthew's said before Mr Mac turned to Shawn. "Now do you see how judgmental these people are--" Suddenly Mr. Matthew's pushed back Mr Mac back angrily. "No! You see! A judgment I made a long time ago... Is that Shawn Hunter is the best friend my son ever had... And I'd kill for Shawn Hunter from people... Like you." Mr Matthew's said growling at Mr Mac keeping his stance not backing down anytime soon.

"Alan... he'd love a lawsuit..." Mr. Matthews said holding her husband back softly as Mr Mac fixes his jacket. "I think there's a lot of anger here... and I don't feel this is a healthy environment for Shawn." Mr Mac said. "Look I really--" "You don't respect my philosophy. For kids who feel lonely and lost and have an emptiness in their lives, I'm here to give them a sense of belonging." Mr Mac said making me had enough of this nonsense. "You can't have him. He is not yours to dictate what he should or shouldn't do." I said angrily at Mr Mac making him turn and look at me with a soft gaze. "That's up to Shawn. And in any event there are many more just like him." Mr Mac said and turned back to the parents. "Y/n, come." Topanga said making me turn and saw the two boys gone. "Where did they go?" I asked. "They went inside Mr. Turner's room. I don't think Shawn would've wanted to see all that." Topanga said leading me to the room Mr. Turner was at. - As I stood there in the room, I saw Mr. Turner wrapped in bandages, both legs in a cast, head wrapped up with his heart monitor stable. "Cory I can't be in here it's too intense..." Shawn said breathing heavily. "For all of us Shawn... But this is life this is what's happening right now." Topanga said as Mr. Turner was also our teacher and who were like a father or brother to all of us. "I need Mr. Mac..." Shawn said. "No. He can't help you with this. Shawn what is the matter with you?!" Topanga asked scolding Shawn. "I-I-I don't know! But I can't look at him like this!" Shawn said trying to get out of the room but I instantly grabbed his hand and hugged him tightly. "Shawn! This is a hug! And this is when you hug somebody that you care about! And that you want them to know that! Shawn... I love you so much but you cannot leave here. Mr. Turner took care of you... And he loves you and you love him. Is that real or is Mr Mac and The Center real? You decide, but you cannot go." I said sternly as I knew it was time for Shawn to finally get off his bubble. "We can go." Cory said as he walks over to the door as he and Topanga slowly leaves the room. "Y/n?" Cory called me. "Wait a second..." I said not removing my gaze of Shawn as I heard the door closing. "Shawn... Don't think I don't love you... But... you really need to see Turner. I bet if that was your on the bed... Turner would've stay in this room till you finally got better. And so would Cory, Topanga, Feeny, and Me." I said before hugging Shawn again who hugged me back and soon I kissed him softly and soon felt him kissing back and knew the Shawn I knew was slowly coming back. Once I pulled away I left the room with Shawn and Turner alone. - After a while I finally saw Shawn coming out of the room making everyone including Mr. Mac stand up. "How is he?" Cory asked. "He'll be fine." Shaw said making everyone sigh in relief. "Is that what the doctor said?" I asked as Shawn walked over to me and pecked my lips as he held both my hands. "No... I just know he is." Shawn said before wrapping his arm around me as we both face the group. "Shawn it's obvious you've been in a stressful mood for you and I think it's time you'd come back to The Center." Mac said moving me aside a bit away from Shawn who shook his head. "Yeah, I think so too." Shawn said leaving everyone in shock. "What?" I asked. "I wanna go back, pick up my things and if it's okay... I want to stay with you." Shawn said to the Matthews who nodded. "Yes, it's okay." Mrs. Matthew's said with open arms. "And... I already found my home and center. With her." Shawn said walking over to me tightly as we looked at each other with love. "Shawn I--" "Yeah, I see you right in front of me... And I heard what you have to say, and it's nothin... And if I was an empty person and I didn't have anything to believe in. I might go with you...

because that would be easy... Well... I'm done with easy and I'm done with empty. I'm done with you." Shawn said making me smile.

"Well... We will always be there for you Shawn." Mr. Mac said. "Yeah, I know." Shawn said and soon we watch as he slowly walks away as soon Shawn looks back at me and kissed me again as I finally have my Shawn back.

[lowkeyrobin]

SHAWN HUNTER ; dating hcs

summary ; cutesie shawn dating hcs

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

masterlist

always asks for consent

obv hand holding and light stuff you've established as fine but if you're cuddling or making out, like every 20 seconds he's checking on you

always has a hand on you whether it's hand holding, arm slung around your shoulder, or hugging you from behind

late night drives to no where for the adventure and fun

if you get overestimulated easily especially by physical affection, he's super respectful and constantly makes sure you're comfortable and whatnot

kind of understands autism/adhd/other neurodivergent diagnoses but he knows the basics and how to help you

if you go nonverbal, dw, he knows how to communicate with you

always has a pen on him

like holy shit man he's such a simp

if you have to write on his wrist or his arm, that's fine. he's a blank canvas baby

he's so whipped for you

anything for you

at first you rejected him for a while bc he had a reputation for being a player

but after a while you noticed he wasn't giving up

like he sees you as a person, he actually cares about and loves you and sees you as more than just a pretty/handsome face

if you have acne, he loves tracing over the scars/bumps with his fingertips

he tried running from his feelings but we see how that went

and if you have shoulder acne/bacne he loves using a marker to connect all the bumps and scars like a constellation

like you'll change your shirt, back facing him and he goes "Hey can I draw on your back again?"

you just give in

he loves when you shove him into lockers, walls, beds etc to flirt with him

inside jokes go hard

shares his belts and bracelets with you

much less expensive than sharing hoodies and stuff

plus they mean more to him than a dumb shirt

you share bracelets and belts with him too

and that way you guys don't have any major size difference issues

loves sharing music with you as well

music is the way to his heart

likes to just wrap himself around you like a koala and kiss your face all over

helping out with his hard times and vice versa

he doesn't laugh, he giggles and smiles widely

you constantly compliment his stupidly cute tooth gap

it's so cute holy shit

"Shawn, shut up. I don't think you understand how much I stare at your smile because it's the cutest thing ever"

he gets all embarrassed about it

if you're an artist, you're constantly drawing him, especially with a smile to make sure to be able to draw his little gap

"y/n, stopppppp"

"love you too, hunter"

he's got a serious soft side for you dude

"love youuuuuu"

giggles and "shut up!"

let's you play with his hair

definitely hums you to sleep if you're having trouble sleeping or winding yourself down

the sweetest I swear

[welcometomyworldbabes]

i'm sorry ~ part III

background: You’ve been friends with Shawn, as well as Cory, since your best friend Topanga introduced you to them. You immediately hit it off, and the four of you have been friends ever since. But recently, you’ve realized that you might have feelings for Shawn.

pronouns used: she/her

warning: none

author’s note: i know it took me a while but here is part III. this isn’t really edited, i wanted to get this out as soon as possible. unlike the other 2 parts, this part is entirely in your p.o.v. if you haven’t already, please read part one and part two so you’re caught up! there will be a part IV, so stay tuned and enjoy!

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“Y/N! Shawn’s at the door for you!”

I didn’t want to see him let alone talk to him. But I also didn’t want to talk to my parents about why I didn’t want to.

“Can you tell him to come up here?”

“Hey…”

“Hey.”

“You know, I didn’t actually think that you’d want to talk to me,” he laughed.

I looked down as I answered. “I didn’t...”

He sighs as he says, “Look, I’m real sorry Y/N/N–”

“Alright.”

He steps closer to me. “I mean it. I-I shouldn’t have left you alone-”

“Is that why you think I’m mad at you?”

“Well, that and…” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and mumbled, “...not looking for you.”

“...Okay.”

“That’s it? Okay?”

“What do you want me to say?”

He ran his hands through his hair. “C’mon Y/N…”

“No, seriously, how did you expect this to go?” I started. “What you did wasn’t an accident: it was a choice. It was your choice to ask me instead of the girl you actually wanted to be with. It was your choice to leave me without saying anything. And it was your choice to spend the night with the girl you wanted to go with.”

He’s visibly nervous. His hands are deep in his pockets, he’s rocking back and forth, and he’s staring at the ground. I wonder if he can feel my eyes on him. A part of me wanted to feel bad for making him uncomfortable, but that feeling quickly went away when I remembered what Topanga told me on our way home that night.

“It wasn’t the fact that you left me to go hookup with someone that made me mad, I mean that was part of it, but I would have just let that go…Do you want to know what really hurt me?”

Shawn slowly looks up at me, his eyes bearing into mine.

“Cory and Topanga went looking for us because we had “disappeared”. Topanga found you, and when she told you that she couldn’t find me, you said you were “preoccupied” and brushed it off like it was no big deal.”

“Y/N/N I swear, I-I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t mean it.”

“Why would you even say something like that to begin with? Especially about someone that you call your best friend?”

He adverted his eyes, he couldn’t even look at me.

Good.

“I could’ve been in that bathroom with Leonardo DiCaprio, and I would still would have left to go find you. Because that’s what you do when you care about someone…Do you even care about me, Shawn?”

I hated the fact that my voice cracked, but I was seriously a few words away from crying, and I didn’t want to look at him anymore.

“Of course I do,” he replied. I could feel his hesitance as he made his way closer to me. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am about the things that I said, the things that I did. I was caught up in a moment and I wasn’t listening. And I-I know that’s not an excuse and I’m not trying to say it is. It was stupid, I was stupid. And wrong, so, so wrong. I shouldn’t have left you without saying anything, and I should have been there for you, I know. No one should feel like they’re not wanted…”

He brought his hand up to my face, turning it to face him.

“…especially you.”

We stayed like that, staring into each other's eyes in silence, until he wrapped his arm around me and joked: “…and I should know, neither of my parents wanted me.”

“Shawn…”

“Okay, I know, I shouldn’t joke about that, but still. I care about you so much, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you, you gotta believe that. And I’ll do anything, and I mean anything, to make it up to you…”

I just looked at him. I didn’t really know what to say.

“I-I don’t want to be the reason I lose you, Y/N/N.”

[bartxnhood]

lost in reality | s.h

shawn hunter x fem!reader

summary: lost in his cloud of doubt, shawn thinks you don’t like him. however, when you come to his doorstep one night changes everything.

warnings: none, this one is just pretty short and not that well written lol

requests open

not proofread

Copyright © 2023 bartxnhood. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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“she likes you man, it’s so obvious!” cory is watching his best friend, shawn, pace around the living room. “you’ve seen the way she’s with eric! there’s no way she likes me.”

shawn remembers you interacting with eric. he feels his chest swell with jealousy, the way you touched his arm while you laughed, or the way you pushed your hair away from your face.

he was so frustrated with his own emotions. shawn had loved you for years, he was so madly in love with you that it hurt him.

“think about it” cory starts, pushing himself off the island and walking over to his friend. “she always gets shy around you, she can’t look at you more than a few seconds, or else she starts blushing like…” he tried thinking of a comparison. “well i.. i don’t know what but still!”

shawn finally stopped pacing to look at cory, trying to think back to all the times you had done this. but, still, he wasn’t convinced. “i don’t know man..”

“i’ve been seeing angela, she’s really cool and i like her but..” shawn shrugs, “she isn’t y/n.” cory sighs, crossing his arms. “well at least you could talk to her. figure out what’s going on.”

the following week you spot shawn at the cafeteria and you planned on stopping him in hopes to talk with him. “shawn!” you wave your hand and he walks over. “what’s up?” he offers a smile, standing above you. “i was just wondering if you had time to talk for a sec?” he nodded, “of course, what’s up?”

“well.. you start, it’s kinda about us..” you were about to continue when angela walks up, lacing her arm around his. “shawn!” she grins, “we still good for our date this weekend?” she asks, he smiles fondly and nods, “yeah, of course!” angela grins and kisses his cheek softly before walking away.

shawn turns back to you, his eyebrows raise, “what’s up?” you feel a knot in your stomach and shake your head gathering your things. “nothing.. not important. i’ll see you later.” you say, and stand up and walk away, leaving shawn puzzled.

you’re sat on topangas bed, rambling about how frustrated you are with his shawn had been acting as of late. “it’s killing me!l you plop back onto your back with a loud sigh.

“it’s like..he doesn’t even notice me..” you’re visibly upset and topanga doesn’t know how to comfort you. “maybe he’s just going through something.” she says and you disagree. “no..i know when somethings wrong. i’m his best friend, i know him. but lately, he’s been so different.”

you both fall silent, you’re stuck thinking about how you could fix them. “i have to see him” you say, abruptly getting up from topangas bed and reaching for your jacket, “y/n! it’s pouring out there!” she tries stopping you, concerned for your wellbeing. “topanga, i have to tell him. i can’t just stand by watching him fall in love with someone else.” you turn to your best friend, tears brimming in your eyes. topanga understands, knowing if it was cory she’d be running out in the rain like that.

“please, just be safe.” she nods, giving you a look of sympathy.

“y/n? you okay?! it’s pouring!” shawn opens the door and drags you inside from the rain.

“i love you.” you blurted, fidgeting with your hands. “oh..oh my god..that just…” your hands are shaking and your chest is tight while looking at shawn. “i love you,” you repeat and watch as shawn stands up from the stool and you see the confusion on his face.

“im so in love with you. it’s like i can’t stop thinking about you. you’re like..in me..” you laugh, trying to hold back your tears. “like you’re some kind of disease. i can’t think of anything except you.” now you’re tearing up. “i…i can’t sleep, i can’t eat…” you pause, “i can’t breathe..” your voice is breaking, and you feel the tears on your cheeks. “i just love you all the time… i love you, shawn”

this had been building up in you for so long, and you had to get it out and it felt so much better to just say it.

“you don’t have to say anything or love me back. i just needed to tell you..” you wipe away the tears from your cheeks and start to turn around but shawn grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.

his touch is so soft against your skin, the way his thumb caressed your cheek made you melt. his eyes were soft, “y/n..” he starts, his voice is soft like honey. you could listen to him speak for hours, his voice could lull you to sleep. “i love you too. i have loved you for years. all i can ever think about is you and how badly my heart aches for you.” he smiles, tears begin welling in his eyes. "this-" he points at his chest "—this belongs to you. always."

you replay his confession over and over, feeling your heart swell with love. shawn is resting on your chest while some random movie is playing on the tv. it was something he had gotten from the movie store. you had thought he had fallen asleep long ago but when he spoke it startled you.

“why do you love me?”

you blink a few times, wondering where this came from. “what?” he sets up, “why do you love me? i..i have nothing to offer you, y/n. i..i don’t have a fancy house or..or anything. why?”

you look at him, mind racing as you try to collect the right words, “i love you because you care, you’re funny, you take time to learn about people, and even though you may get on my nerves” you pause and laugh, your hand rests on his cheek. the pad of your thumb rubs against his cheekbone.

“i love you. i’ve loved you for so long, shawn.” you smile and watched as shawn pulls you into his arms, letting you rest against him. “god, i love you too. y/n.”

[cantstoptheimagines]

Surprise (Shawn Hunter | Boy Meets World)

Summary — Just as you start to believe that Shawn has forgotten about Valentine’s Day, he shows up with a surprise!

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Reader feels slightly neglected by Shawn; other than that, it’s pure fluff.

Notes ➳ ‘Can’t Stop the Love’ Event (11/14) ➳ Word Count is 198.  ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them). ➳ “You thought I forgot, but you were wrong! Surprise!”

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If looks could kill, Shawn Hunter would be dead. Your narrowed eyes and crossed arms sent fearful shivers down his spine.

He stood in front of you, arms spread out to present his hard work. The room was filled with balloons, streamers, and flowers. The expression on your face, however, made him think that following Cory’s advice of ignoring you for the whole day in order set up an elaborate date probably wasn’t the best idea.

“You thought I forgot, but you were wrong!” he laughed nervously. “Surprise!”

His anxious smile remained as you continued to stare at him. Even though you were rather upset with him, he could see your eyes occasionally glance at the decorations and gifts spread throughout the room. 

“I bought you some cupcakes,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow, shuffling cautiously. Shawn almost smirked. Cupcakes always got your attention. They also helped him earn your forgiveness. 

“If you weren’t so cute,” you said, hardened resolve finally dwindling away, “you’d be in so much trouble right now.”

He beamed happily at you. You then grabbed his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull you close.

“So what have you learned?”

“Never listen to Cory.”

“Exactly.”

[anisrightarm]

Then there was shawn

Warnings: a dead body??

This is based off of s5 ep.17 of boy meets world, you’re the stand in for Angela (I love her)

Corey and Shawn were at their lockers getting stuff for Feenys class, Shawn looks at Corey and says “I’ll give you a million dollars if you and Topanga get back together.”

Corey raises his eyebrows and closes his locker, turning to Shawn with crossed arms “You don’t have a million dollars.” Shawn peirces his lips while him and Corey start to walk to mr Feenys class.

“If I have the money is none of your concern, answer the question, if I give you a million dollars will you patch things up with Topanga.” Shawn says to the Brillo haired boy next to him.

Corey sighs ‘this is harder on Shawn then me and Topanga.’ Corey thought. “I’m not the one who needs selling, talk to them Shawn.” Corey states

“I already talked to Topanga, she said two million!” Shawn counters, Corey turns to him with shock on his face.

“Why does she get two million?! And you talk to her but not Y/n?” Corey says the last part lightly but Shawn heard him.

“Because Topanga isn’t my ex, and besides what difference does it make I don’t even have lunch money!” Shawn sighs as the friends pass the janitor Freddie on the way to Mr. Feenys class.

“Look Shawn, I know me and Topanga not being together upsets you, if upsets me! It’s not exactly a party for me either, but you have to leave it alone. Yes I know you’re bummed about Y/n breaking up with you but you have to focus on more pleasant things, Like the space program!” Corey tells Shawn as he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up slightly.

“You don’t get it Cor, you, me, Y/n, and Topanga we’re the only consistent things in my life, besides I’m not gonna go up to y/n and apologize, you’re crazy!” Shawn exaggerated

“You’re giving me a headache Shawn.” Corey says

“My bleeding intestines mean nothing to you?” Shawn states as he bumps into the janitor, Shawn didn’t know when he got by them. “Sorry, didn’t see you there”

The janitor whips his head back to glare at Shawn and continues to push his creepy waste bin. “It looks could kill, I’d be dead-“ “what are you doing in my seat?” Shawn is confused normally he sits in the back now Corey’s making him sit in between him and Topanga.

“I’ll spend a week in the creepy janitors basement if you and Topanga get back together.”

“I’ll spend a month down there if you and Y/n get back together, Turn around Feenys gonna know we’re talking!”

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With Topanga and Y/n

Shawn’s obsessed with you and Cor, you know that?” Y/n says to Topanga as they open their notebooks, Topanga places her pencils on her desk as she spoke.

“I think it’s kinda sweet, Corey loves you and Shawn, you know that?” Topanga says as she flips through her notebook to a blank page. “It’s kind of annoying”

Y/ns eyebrows furrowed, why would Topanga say that?

“What’s going on with you panga?”

“Nothing, I’m kinda glad you and Shawn are broken up, you guys are madly in love, me and Corey couldn’t live up to you guys.” Topanga sighs.

“Who asked you guys too?”

“That’s why he broke up with me.”

“What, it’s my fault now?!”

Topanga cringes realizing how that sounded “I didn’t mean it like tha-“ she starts but gets interrupted by Kenny asking to borrow her pencil, Topanga went to give it to him when Shawn jumped in

“A pencil, you’re using the ‘borrow a pencil’ line? That’s older than Feeny! Their not divorced, it’s just a trial separation man! No one has borrowed more pencils than Shawn hunter, No one.” Shawn says as Corey pulls him back in his seat.

“Easy does it buddy”

“Did you see that?!”

“Yeah, it was ugly!”

“He was just asking for a pencil!” Y/n says

Shawn turns to her “I know what he was asking for, and if he asks for it again, I’ll shove that pencil right through his heart, you hear me Kenny?!”

Feeny turns around with a roll of his eyes “we’ll return to the young and restless right after a quick vocal lesson, here it is, shut up!” He tells the class annoyance laced in his voice.

“Mr. Feeny, I’m sure you recall the pain of being stabbed in the back by a girlfriend.” Shawn says

“I didn’t stab him! He stabbed me!”

“Oh come on! I’d stab myself before I ever stab you Topanga.” Corey says

Y/n rolls her eyes “Yeah, right sure you will Corey.”

Corey turns to Kenny “Give me that pencil Kenny.”

“I don’t have a pencil!”

“Alright that’s it! This class will not be more interested in the romantic going-ons of it’s students than whatever the hell I’m teaching!” Feeny slams his scissors on the desk the noise makes Shawn jump.

He tells Corey and Topanga to move to opposite sides of the class room, separating them farther much to Shawns annoyance.

“Mr. Feeny, I don’t think you grasp the importance of ours and their separations!” Shawn says as Feeny rolls his eyes

“No but I can grasp the fact the five of you spend more time bickering then listening to me teach! I’m sick of it! Now anymore outlandish distractions and all five of you get detention! Now sit down and pay attention!” He says as he turns to continue writing Shakespeare on the chalkboard.

Kenny turns to Y/n “Do you have an extra pencil Y/n?” he asks. 

“NO!” Shawn glares at Kenny, suddenly the classroom door bangs open and the janitor empties the trash and points to all of them before leaving. 

“THAT’S IT!”

“I didn’t think seniors still got detention.” Corey says as he slides into a desk Y/n nodding along in agreement.

“They do when they act like two year olds.” Feeny says with is hands clasped in front of him.

“They do when they act like two years old” Y/n mocked Feenys words, Feeny lifts a brow

“Miss Y/L/N I suggest you wait to mock someone until they are not standing right BEHIND you.” Feeny says

Y/n lowers her head “Sorry I’m not in my normal seat.”

Feeny walks to the door

“Where are you going?” Shawn asks

“Well, unlike you I’m not in detention, I have to call your parents but don’t think for a second my absents from this room doesn’t mean you’re not being watched.” With that he leaves the teens alone.

“All I wanted was a pencil.” Kenny says with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Oh shut up Kenny, You’re lucky to even be here!” Corey bites back

“Really because I don’t see it as luck Corey.”

Y/n gets up and Shawn subconsciously follows her movements to the door.

“Where are you guys going?” Topanga asks Y/n

“Well if we’re going to be stuck here I’m going to my locker to grab my Walk-man and a book.” “And I’m getting my cheese products.” 

Shawn goes to twist the knob but it doesn’t turn, he tries again and turns to his friends

“Feeny locked us in here! Can you believe it?!” Shawn throws his hands up in the air.

“Move, Let me try Shawn”

“Ugh! What the hell?”

“Told you.”

She rolls her eyes. “He can’t do that it’s against the Jeniva Detention Convention!” Corey says

Y/n taps Shawn and they run to their desks a few seconds later the janitor appears at the door.

“Hey Jingles! Do you have the key?” Shawn makes a key turning motion with is hands, The janitor holds up a ring of keys.

“Awesome! Can you let us out?” Y/n asks but he walks away.

“Oh come on man!” “This is weird Y/n.” “You think?!”

Just then the map covering the chalkboard snaps up Y/n points to the board in horror

“THE BOARD!” 

Written in blood ‘YOU’LL NEVER GET OUT ALIVE!’

Everyone looks on in horror.

“It’s OK. It’s OK.” Corey tries to calm Topanga down, He turns to Shawn with wide eyes and whispers ‘Help me!’ Shawn smirks

“What did you say to him?” Topanga asks

“You didn’t hear me?” 

“Obviously not or she wouldn’t have asked”

“Alright!” Corey says delighted 

“What’s going on!” Topanga asks

Y/n and Shawn turn to eachother nodding “It’s Feeny!”

“It’s not me!” Topanga says not hearing her friend

“No, She means it’s Fenny behind all this!” Shawn says as Y/n nods in agreement.

“How are you guys so calm? How are you guys not freaking out right now?” Kenny asks bewildered at the two.

 “Oh trust I am, I’ve seen too many horror movies to know not to let it cloud my judgment, it’s how you die.” Y/n responds 

“THERE’S BLOOD ON THE BLACKBOARD SHAWN, I don’t think it’s because Feeny ran outta chalk!” Topanga points 

“It’s fake Panga-” “It’s all fake! Feeny’s pulling some elaborate hoax.” Shawn finished for Y/n as she nods

“And why does Feeny do anything? To teach us a lesson. I just haven’t figured out this lesson though.” Y/n says in deep thought.

“You’re nuts! This is NUTS Y/n/n! It makes no sense” Topanga says holing on to Corey who had a smug look on his face.

“It does when you’ve seen as many horror movies as me and Shawn, It’s all classic; The blood, the locked doors, the spooky janitor, and our soon to be first victim.” Y/n and Shawn motion to Kenny who was on the other side of the room

“Huh? Why me?!”

“Come on it’s certainly not gonna be one of us.” Corey says the rest of the group laughing in agreement.

Just then they heard a beat in the hallway, Y/n froze and clung to Shawn as he smirked and looked down at her.

“Alright horror experts, WHAT’S THAT?” Topanga screeched pointing to the door.

“That’s the sound of our beating hearts, it signifies our heightened senses and the fact something horrible is about to walk through that door!” Everyone tenses waiting for the horrible sight.

The door swings to reavel Eric Matthews and Jack Hunter, both Y/n and Shawns jaw dropped to the floor. 

“HIDY, HO everybody!” Eric waves with a stupid smile

“How’d you open the door?”

The question fell upon deaf ears as Jack noticed the blackboard “Echhh, There’s blood on the board.”

“We’ve noticed Jack thank you.” Y/n snaps as she lets go of Shawns arm much to his dismay.

“What are you guys doing here?” Shawn asks his brother.

“Well, Jack and I had a hankering for some hoops, I missed that old John Addams locker room y’know.” Eric explains.

“Diddya see Feeny out there?” Corey asks 

“No not a soul, It was actually kinda creepy.” Jack shudders

“Creepy? Why creepy? Why’s it creepy?!” Topanga frantically asks 

“Uhhhh, I think it has something to do with that weird old janitor.” “We knew it!” 

“Anyways we finished hooping and went to the locker room to change and he was in there pushing his weird squeaky waste basket.”

“That’s not bad!”

“Ohhh, blood came out of the showers.” Eric says as Topanga gasps facing you.

“How was the pressure?”

“Oh really good!”

“This is exactly like that classic me and Y/n saw ‘Blood in the showers’.” Shawn says and Y/n agrees remembering the movie they watched on their 5th date.

“This isn’t the janitor! It’s the work of an evil mastermind!”

“Feeny”

“Absolutely Feeny” Y/n and Shawn high-five

“Therefore Kenny has to be our first victim!” Y/n points out Kenny to Eric and Jack who both nod in agreement

“I really wish you’d stop saying that Y/n”

Jack gets up “So what is he trying to do? Feeny always teaches us lessons.” He asks the group.

“He knows detention doesn’t scare us like it used to when we were kids, so he turned the school into a chamber of horrors!” Corey concludes

“Feenys house of horrors” Y/n laughs getting a glare from Topanga

“That doesn’t scare me! Nothing scares me! And Topanga and Y/n don’t belong to you or your best bud Cor anymore. So if i want a pencil I’ll ask for a pencil!” Kenny shoves his finger into shawns chest.

Suddenly the lights turn off and Y/n screams moving closer to Shawn, Then just as fast they’re back on Eric in Jacks arms, Topanga screams and covers her mouth.

“No, No, No, You scream when the lights go off not on, it takes from the first scare.” Shawn says putting a hand on Topangas arm.

She screams again and points, You all follow her arm and see Kenny with the giant pencil in his forehead, his body suddenly slumps to the floor leaving a trail of graphite.

Corey walks up “We’ll always remember he was this tall.” And everyone screams and runs out of the classroom.

PT 2????