#shawn hunter x reader

[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.”

[tabathastan]

Just started watching boy meets world and i just gonna say there needs to be more Eric Matthews & Shawn Hunter x reader fanfics out there.

[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?)

[leiistqrs]

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

[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.

[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.”

[fbfh]

Okay but like Shawn Hunter having an obvious titanic crush on you, Topanga's best friend?? And like he’s been down real bad for you for years, so your little routine of subtly teasing him and touching him and getting him all riled up and distracted is just the norm now

So when the four of you are hanging out and chubbie's and you're all crammed in those little booths together and your leg is brushing against Shawn's, Corey is telling you guys about whatever nonsense Eric is trying to drag him and Shawn into and you start brushing your fingertips over his knee, slowly tracing shapes up his thigh, and when Corey asks him what they should do Shawn is totally spaced out, entirely wrapped up in how close you are to him and how good you always smell

And god help you if you ever join the cheer squad, the first time Shawn sees you in that cute little uniform it's even better than he could have ever imagined, and he’s imagined you in a cute little cheerleader outfit more than he'd like to admit. He suddenly finds himself at every sports game and pep rally with that enamored look on his face staring at you the whole time. And if you wear it after school cause practice ran late he won't complain, he'll just be staring not so subtly at how good your legs look in that little flouncy skirt. Maybe if you knew how much he thinks about you, what he thinks about you before he falls asleep at night, maybe you would have kissed him sooner.

And everyone knows he has a crush on you, he has for years, and every other girl at school hates you for it. They hate that you're the only one Shawn will cancel plans for, that he’d drop any of them if you said the word. They hate that you're the one he keeps coming back to, that he never really left in the first place. They hate that he won't date them for more than two weeks, but he’s been pining after you like this for years. They hate the obvious effect you have on him whether or not you're even in the room, the way he wistfully sighs your name when you walk by. He knows you're messing with him when you stare at him and bat your eyes like that. He may be dumb, but he's not stupid. He knows you sit on his lap and play with his hair to get a reaction out of him, and goddamn if he doesn't give you one every single time. You love seeing him all worked up for you and he loves when you get touchy, so it’s a win win.

[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

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chapter one : pilot

chapter two: on the fence

chapter three: cory's alternative friends

chapter four: killer bee

chapter five: boys II mensa

[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.

౨ৎ･ﾟ:*

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.

౨ৎ･ﾟ:*

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.

౨ৎ･ﾟ:*

[neytirisheaven]

BOY MEETS WORLD MASTERLIST ் ༘

[ ↷ m. masterlist ]

[ ❏   legend   , ]

✿   fluff     !    ☁︎   angst    !    ★   smut     !

♥︎   personal favorite     !    ✓   complete     !

ᝰ   currently writing     !

❛ shawn hunter ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

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

( line without a hook,   ricky montgomery )

✿

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 )

☁︎

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

𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹

tba

❛ jack hunter ❜

𓄼 oneshots 𓄹

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

( sofia,   clairo )

☁︎✿

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 )

☁︎✿

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

𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹

tba

[vicioussimp79]

vii. shawn hunter

❥ - fluff ꔛ‬ - smut ღ - imagine ♠ - sad

90s masterlist / masterlist

[worldmeetsfaye]

considering it was the 90’s, and there was little to no asian representation in sitcoms, does anyone else wonder how boy meets world would handle asian representation if they were part of the main three? (i mean, we did have linda for like an episode but still!)

[finalgirlfae]

i’ve been so inactive but just know i have a shawn hunter, matt sturniolo and randall floyd smuts brewing in my drafts !!

[leiistqrs]

someone pls write fluffy shawn hunter oneshots please and thank you i will reward you with smooches and a spammed inbox :)

[cloud-sitting]

Miscellaneous Fic Recs

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

Oneshots

sit by myself by @floutua

1.3k - fluff Five goes on a date and gets jealous because someone interrupts.

dried blood on smooth skin by @singtotheskiies

1.6k - fluff Five Hargreeves really needs patching up—in more ways than one.

fulfillment by @singtotheskiies

0.7k - fluff Five’s completely taken with you, and for good reason—you’re the first softness to come into his life.

blood on the floor by @singtotheskiies

2.3k - fluff, angst - Telekinetic!reader When you’re hurt in a fight at Griddy’s, Five finds out despite your attempts at keeping him in the dark.

Evolution by @the-silentium

7.3k - angst, fluff - Android!reader You are an android held hostage by the commission… until Five comes along to save you.

Everything Will Be Alright by @singingcroissants

1k - hurt/comfort Five is triggered by an incident and learns that for all life’s hardships, eventually, things get better.

Prompts

Try hot cocoa instead of coffee by @helaintoloki

0.2k - fluff You attempt to convince Five to try hot cocoa instead of drinking coffee for once. 

Grishaverse

Kaz Brekker

Oneshots

Taps by @ace-in-a-shopping-cart

1k - fluff Reader teaches Kaz that three taps/raps/blinks/etc. can mean “I love you.” Suddenly, he’s much more affectionate as he’s tapping thrice almost every time he looks at them.

Boy Meets World

Shawn Hunter

Oneshots

Sixteen Candles by @itslunarwritesstuff

5.5k - fluff Shawn Hunter and you have been close friends since you first met at age seven. You’ve also been in love with one another just as long, but you were not allowed to date until you were sixteen. Her sixteenth birthday comes and Shawn asks her out on a date.

Cuddle Buddies by @finalgirlfae

0.6k - fluff Shawn asks if he’s boyfriend material. You respond honestly.

The Big Bang Theory

Leonard Hofstadter

Oneshots

Early by @strawwritesfic

1.6k - fluff - HighSchoolEnglishTeacher!reader Leonard shows up early for your first date.

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour x Audrey

Oneshots

New Arrangement by @littleshopofaudrey1

0.6k - fluff A conversation sparked by a shocking bouquet request.

Stood Up by @littleshopofaudrey1

1.1k - fluff A night with a bad start turns out perfectly.

Best Honeymoon Ever by @that_one_little_shop_fan (ao3)

8.7k - smut, fluff Audrey née Fulquard is unsure of what her wedding night with her new husband will entail. She hasn't exactly had the most fun with past partners, both in and outside of the bedroom. A soon-to-be unvirgin Seymour is more of a nervous wreck than usual, too. Will everything turn out okay in the end or is the actual title a complete misdirection?

[yellow-eyed-sams-wife]

Aww I literally don't care how old this story or show is cause Boy Meets World and most of it's characters have a huge special place in my heart!! Not to mention this story is so sweet and pure fluff!!

@imagine-that

Welcome to my ever expanding list of favorite blogs and Happy October you super sweet, creative and skilled individual!

🖤🥰⚰️🪦🐾🌕🐺🧛‍♀️🧛‍♂️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♂️👻🍂🧡🎃🦇

Rubbing your eyes, you open the front door sleepily, looking at the boy in front of you for answers to the late hour.

Shawn enters, beginning to pace around the room out of stress before you can even speak.

“Well good evening to you too.” You murmur with a lazy smile, taking a seat on the couch.

“Yeah hi.” He waves you off, still moving around frantically.

“You’re lucky my parents aren’t home right now Hunter or they’d probably kill you.” You inform him. When he doesn’t respond, you huff a sigh, watching him worriedly. After a few more moments of stressful silence, you stand and go over to him.

“Ok Shawn you’re starting to freak me out, what’s wrong?” You ask as you grab his shoulders gently to bring his pacing to a halt.

“It’s- it’s nothing. I don’t know why I came here.” He mutters, turning towards the door. You run around him and put your body over the door, blocking him in.

“Y/n you don’t need to worry. I’m probably just overreacting.” He says, trying to reassure you with a tight smile but you see right through it with his tone of unease.

“Spill Hunter.” You order, pointing a stern finger to the couch. With limited protests he takes a seat but stubbornly decides to stay silent. “Please?” You add as you take a seat next to him.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I can handle it myself.” He grumbles and you through your hands in the air in frustration, causing him to go wide eyed in surprise,

“Just because you can doesn’t mean you have to Shawn.” You sigh. “Why do you always think you have to do everything on your own?” You ask, looking at him expectantly.

“Because I did. For the longest time in my life, all I had for help was Core. Now... well now I have you. I don’t really know what to do with that.” He admits quietly, refusing to meet your eyes.

You watch him as he takes your hand into his and fiddles around, clamping and unclamping your hands together and toying with your fingers. He liked to keep busy whenever you talked about something that stressed him out, so you’d noticed. That and he liked to pretend whatever the issue at hand was didn’t exist.

“Well, I do. Talk to me. I might not be Corey but I am here to listen no matter what.” You tell him as you rest your head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand tightly.

“It’s my dad.” He says reluctantly. “He... my brother... my brother Jack came back as I’m sure you’ve heard.” He growls and you nod a bit. “My dad wants me to move into Jacks new apartment with him and Eric.” He finally blurts.

“What? Why? Is he leaving again?” You question and he shakes his head a bit.

“No. He wants me and Jack to have the chance to get to know each other. I just... I don’t think I can do it.” He tells you, playing with your hair with his free hand.

You open your mouth to speak but he’s quick to talk first.

“I’m sorry for waking you up so late. I just... I didn’t know who else I could talk to.” He sighs, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You’d truthfully never seen such a vulnerable side to Shawn, which was definitely saying something because you were often the one he confided in the most, after Corey of course. You’d known of his troubles with his family for quite sometime but you’d never really gotten involved, knowing he didn’t like people prying. You did however try to help him through it as much as possible.

“I want to meet him.” You announce and Shawn jumps back quickly, looking at you as though you’re an absolute nut like they’d originally thought Topanga was.

“What did you say?” He asks but it’s not threatening or anything. From what you can see, he’s genuinely confused by your response.

“I. Want. To. Meet. Him.” You repeat slower with a small shrug.

“What, why?! There’s no logical reason-“ he starts but you quickly put a finger to his lips to quiet his babble.

“Because he’s your brother Hunter.” You tell him with a smile.

“Well I see no necessity to it so no.” He says firmly, looking at the coffee table in front of him instead of you.

“Shawn. You need to give the guy a chance. And I’ll be right there with you I swear.” You promise, trying to meet his gaze.

“You promise?” He mumbles, still not looking back.

“Absolutely. Where you go, I go.” You vow, intertwining your pinky finger with his. “Pinky swear.” You murmur with a smile. Though he’s trying to fight it, Shawn smiles back involuntarily.

“Why are you so good to me?” He asks you, resting his head beside yours.

You giggle at the question. “Because you deserve every good thing in the world Shawn Hunter.” You tell him as you close your eyes.

“Thank you y/n y/l/n but I believe I already have it all right here.” He whispers into your hair, making you beam.

The two of you stay in a comforting silence for the rest of the night as you drift off to sleep together.

—————————————————

“Y/n.” You hear someone saying softly. You roll over and groan, keeping your eyes shut tiredly.

Finally after a few more calls of your name, you open your eyes and find yourself not even two inches away from Shawn’s face.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty. You fell asleep on me.” He says teasingly with a grin.

You take a second to look at your position, noting your legs tangled together and your bodies pressed closely together.

“Technically I’m entertwined with you so I didn’t actually fall asleep ON you.” You quip back with a soft smile.

“We slept together.” He states, grinning ear to ear.

You roll your eyes. “Hunter, we fell asleep talking on the couch. We did not actually sleep together in that way.” You laugh at the pout that quickly replaces his grin.

“Can I at least tell people we slept together in that way?” He asks hopefully.

“Since when do you ask permission for that?” You ask teasingly and he laughs a little bit.

“Fair enough.” He admits with a shy smile.

“Shawn?” You murmur and he looks to you, telling you to continue.

“We’re going to see your brother. Today.” You tell him and he pulls away from you again.

“No. Not happening. I can stay with him, whatever, who cares. But you are not getting involved y/n.” He insists.

“Shawn. I want to be a part of your life. Your brother is a part of your life. I’m coming to meet him.” You insist back.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair before looking at you intensely.

“Shawnie, he accepted Eric as a roommate for goodness sake. How bad could he possibly be?” You ask with a smile.

“That’s the problem! He’s not bad at all. I’m just afraid if you meet him, if you get to know him, you’ll realize how much of a screwup I am and you won’t want me anymore. And the idea of that terrifies me.” He blurts, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Shawn... I could never think that.” You assure him, putting a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

“How do you know that?” He says coldly, still not looking at you.

“Because I could never put anyone above you, nor could I ever think of you as anything less than amazing.” You tell him with a soft smile. “Ask anyone, I tried.” You add jokingly and he laughs though tries to stop it from happening.

“I am pretty great.” He murmurs with a grin, making you laugh.

“Yes you are.” You agree, leaning into his embrace.

“Not nearly as amazing as you are y/n.” He says into your hair and making you blush a deep crimson.

You snuggle up to him a little bit more before standing.

“It’s you and me. Always. Alright?” You say, extending your hand for him to take in his.

He grabs hold of it, standing up next to you.

“You and me always.” He agrees, smiling at you.

“Good.” You say before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. You pull away and open the front door, grabbing your keys and jacket as you do so.

He takes a deep breath and follows you out the door, not nearly as ready as he wishes he could be for you to meet Jack, but still thankful you’re always there to stand by him when he needs it.