#shawn interrupted

[sshawn-sspenstar]

i still don't understand why shawn's fake diagnosis in shawn interrupted (S6E6) was NPD and not psychosis with delusions of being a psychic

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

so im just gonna take a wild guess and assume none of these actors have the conditions of the characters they're playing and just-

this just feels so uncomfortable. a trans slur here or there i can look past and joke about, it was 10 years ago, etc etc, but this is the second time theres been a character with did, and a big part of their storyline is having multiple parts with different genders, and the guys being confused and rude about it and it just makes me feel so gross

im all for systems in media, and im loving that they're not a villan, just like an awkward love interest, but the transphobia of it all is just icky idk

[sergiocanavero]

bro aside from being in cahoots w the villian nurse mcelroy had absolutely No right be working in that hospital

[cultivating-wildflowers]

Brief descriptions below the cut:

Shawn Takes a Shot in the Dark - Shawn and Gus solve a mystery involving an ice cream truck. Origin of the beloved text-from-a-kidnapper's-trunk: "bin shot not lol".

Office Space - Gus rage-quits his job, then returns that evening to discover later that his boss has been murdered. And his fingerprints are all over the crime scene.

Last Night Gus - Shawn, Gus, Henry, Lassie, and Woody all wake up completely disoriented and have to piece together what happened the night before. "You killed Bobo!"

100 Clues - A parody of the 1985 masterpiece "Clue". With a secret chocolate room.

Tuesday the 17th - Shawn and Gus are invited back to their old summer camp to investigate a disappearance. "I've seen enough slasher movies to know that when a brother goes out to the woods, he doesn't even sorta come back."

Mr. Yin Presents - Mr. Yin lays out clues based on Alfred Hitchcock films. The episode ends with one of my favorite interactions between Lassie and Jules (though it is also a little heartbreaking).

Lights, Camera...Homicido - Shawn gets a role on a telenovela. "Me gusto queso."

Scary Sherry: Bianca's Toast - Jules enlists the boys' help in solving a series strange events surrounding a sorority. The boys discover they created an urban legend.

Bollywood Homicide - Shawn and Gus help a man who is convinced he has a curse that threatens any woman he dates.

Shawn (and Gus) of the Dead - Mummies!

[jamesrodayrodriguezpresents]

This week, Maggie & Tim travelled to Tim's home state, Seattle, WA to podcast the shit out of it live at Emerald City Comic Con. Together, they talk about S6 E6: the episode where Shawn and Gus go undercover in a psychiatric hospital to investigate a billionaire accused of murder.

[aaronwtte]

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[dynamitekansai]

wwenxt: CMP 🤝 HBK #NXTDeadline

[mhaccunoval]

'i can cure her shawn' the original i can fix them

[lunar-rotation]

17 July 2023

This week's accidental theme is relationships. Which is pretty broad. Some of the songs are about the relationship with found family, others platonic relationships, some relationships with society, and one or two on romantic relationships.

This week's playlist:

Got Each Other (feat. Rancid) by The Interrupters

Atom Bomb by Authority Zero

Lalala by NOAHFINNCE

We Should Go to Counseling by Quiet Company

Tiger by Alex Vile

Know It All by Koethe

Nobody's Gonna Save My Soul by Sin Shake Sin

Belt Loops by The Films

Governess Shadow by July Talk

The Thief and the Moon by Shawn James

Lunar Rotation Weekly by Winifred Yost

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

gus: red wine

okay.. i guess that tracks

shawn: bloody mary (i think)

honestly tracks, big midwest dad energy

jules: some beer with a gold label

im sorry? holding it like that too? juliet o'hara ladies and gentlemen, drinks craft beer and idk how to feel about this ajsjwjs

[pigeonmilk117]

I found this gem of a blooper on YouTube the other day and knew it would do numbers on here for you little goblins

(From “Shawn, interrupted”)

[gottencents]

Fallin’ All In You - Giselle

pairing. idol!giselle x girlfriend!reader

synopsis. giselle playfully takes on the role of makeup artist while sitting on Y/N’s lap, turning every brushstroke into an excuse for a kisses.

The soft hum of lo-fi music filled the cozy living room, sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow across the scattered makeup on the coffee table. Brushes, palettes, and foundation bottles were spread out in a chaotic but intentional mess—courtesy of Giselle.

Y/N sat on the couch, leaned back comfortably, arms resting lazily on the cushions as Giselle settled herself on her lap. Her knees framed Y/N’s thighs, and her weight was perfectly balanced. She had a brush in one hand and a mischievous glint in her eye, which only meant trouble.

“Alright, sit still,” Giselle instructed, her voice light but authoritative. “I’m making you my masterpiece.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And by masterpiece, you mean clown, right?”

Giselle gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. “How dare you? I’m an artist!” She leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart, her expression softening into a grin. “Besides, you’re already too pretty to mess up.”

Before Y/N could respond, Giselle pressed a soft kiss to her cheek—just a brief touch of her lips, but enough to make Y/N’s heart stumble.

“Is kissing part of the makeup process now?” Y/N teased, her hands naturally resting on Giselle’s waist to steady her.

Giselle pretended to think, swirling the foundation brush in her hand. “Hmm… It is now. It’s called the kiss-and-glam method. Super effective.”

Y/N chuckled, her eyes following Giselle’s every move as she dabbed foundation onto her face. She was meticulous yet playful, her concentration occasionally interrupted by her own desire to lean in and sneak another kiss.

“There,” Giselle said after applying a thin layer. She tilted her head to inspect her work, her fingertips grazing Y/N’s jawline. “Flawless.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You barely did anything.”

Giselle grinned, grabbing a blush brush. “Patience, baby. Perfection takes time.” She lightly dusted Y/N’s cheeks with blush, leaning in close as she worked. Y/N could feel her breath against her skin, warm and comforting.

“Oops,” Giselle whispered, biting her lip as she lightly tapped the brush against Y/N’s nose. “Too much blush.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Guess you’ll have to kiss it better.”

Giselle didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, brushing her lips against the tip of Y/N’s nose in a soft kiss before pulling back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Better?”

“Much,” Y/N replied, her voice dropping slightly, a playful challenge in her tone.

Giselle moved on to the eyeshadow palette, choosing a soft shimmer. As she leaned in to apply it, her body shifted slightly on Y/N’s lap, sending a jolt of awareness through both of them. Y/N’s fingers tightened their grip on Giselle’s waist instinctively, and for a moment, the air between them felt thicker.

“You’re staring,” Giselle said without looking up, her voice teasing.

“Can you blame me?” Y/N shot back, her eyes lingering on Giselle’s lips. “You’re kind of hard to ignore when you’re sitting on me like this.”

Giselle paused, her eyes meeting Y/N’s. A slow smile spread across her face as she set the eyeshadow palette aside. “You’re distracting me, you know that?”

“I thought that was your job,” Y/N said, her fingers lightly tracing circles on Giselle’s waist.

Giselle leaned down, their faces barely an inch apart. “Maybe it is,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Y/N smirked, her eyes flicking to Giselle’s lips and back up. “I might kiss you until you forget what you were doing.”

“Tempting,” Giselle murmured, brushing her thumb along Y/N’s jawline. “But you’ll have to catch me first.”

Before Y/N could respond, Giselle leaned in and kissed her again—this time, slow and deliberate. Her lips were soft, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary before pulling away.

Y/N blinked, slightly dazed. “That’s not fair.”

Giselle giggled, resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “Life’s not fair. But I’ll make it up to you.”

Her lips found Y/N’s again, this time with more certainty. The kiss deepened, and Y/N’s hands slid up Giselle’s back, holding her close. The rest of the world faded away—no music, no makeup brushes—just the warmth of Giselle’s body pressed against hers and the electric connection that seemed to hum between them.

When they finally pulled back for air, Giselle smiled, her cheeks flushed. “Forget the makeup,” she said breathlessly. “I think you look perfect just like this.”

Y/N grinned, her thumb gently brushing a stray strand of hair from Giselle’s face. “I told you, I was already pretty.”

“Yeah,” Giselle whispered, her eyes soft. “But you’re also mine.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at the words, pulling Giselle in for one more kiss—slow and sweet, a promise sealed in the warmth of their embrace.

The makeup could wait. This moment? It was too good to let go.

[julie-hollis]

Julie cast Shawn a glance at her series of questions. The difference between Shawn and the rest of her friends was this: Shawn knew about the Cowboy Mafia. The difference was only one of them got to choose to live on the fringes -- witnessing as their loved ones eyes filled with the shadows of demons that would always be strangers. For Julie that loved one was Caid; for Shawn that loved one was her father and the only parent she ever had. Julie chose to be with Caid. Shawn was born to it.

She tried to think back on the day Shawn was asking her about. "Before you judge my memory of this, just remember that I drove to Canada without stopping. I don't know how I was upright; never-mind, able to have a coherent conversation," Julie said with a shake of her head. Adrenaline was a helluva drug. She did remember falling asleep at the hospital at some point and waking up to sunlight and Caid explaining that the nurses took pity on her and hadn't kicked her out.

"He didn't really have to tell me. I saw," hospital gowns only cover so much, "I would say for the first half of that conversation I was remembering something Meema told me," Julie kept it vague with a wave of her hand. Meema warned her to never go to Roadrunner Repairs for the truck. She didn't trust the mechanics or most of the truckers that wound up there. "I realized she was right and not just being paranoid. Then, I felt a little scared for him. I just remember thinking that maybe he would have listened to me if we had been together. I thought maybe I could have stopped him so things would be different."

Julie knew in that moment that Caid would never have a normal life. There would always be a certain amount of living on the edge of a knife, that some shred of evidence, or ghost from the past would appear. Was a criminal only a criminal unless they got caught?

"There are times, even now, that I wonder: will it ever get to the point that I can't overlook or rationalize it and that he changes to me?" Julie shrugged. "That decision and the one I made, they're not ones I would recommend anyone else to make. I don't think it's possible to understand the gravity of it until you're already in and by then there's no changing it."

~~*~~

"Fair enough," she rolled her eyes with a grin. She wasn't an authority on what Julie was feeling, only on what Shawn saw during that entire period of their lives. And she understood ignoring feelings more than she really wanted to admit. In lots of ways. To her own credit, and Julie's since she felt this was something they had in common, they were loyal to a fault once they did admit something to themselves. Though they had never questioned what they meant to each other really.

The way Julie read her thoughts for what was coming next though made her smile even if her brow furrowed. She was right, Shawn really hated being fussed over. As Julie also probably knew, it was more because she hadn't experienced it much and now she just didn't know how to respond to it. Kind of like being cold and getting in a hot shower, it stung. "Yea, I probably would," she admitted with a shrug. Hadn't she been thinking similar things just the other day? About her regrets, or rather, regrets she didn't want to live with?

Since Julie had brought it up though, there was something else that had been tugging at her mind lately. The idea of actually joining the fight truly versus on the fringes. "But, you know, I've never asked you what that conversation looked like with Caid. How..." she chewed on her lip trying to find the words, "What...what did you think? When Caid told you?"

[talaok]

Okay so I’m thinking Pedro x Actress!reader where another famous guy/actor says in an interview that he has a crush on us which makes Pedro a bit jealous and then we all end up at the same event - maybe Pedro gets abit angsty with him but he’s super loving and affectionate toward us…

warnings: jelousy

a/n: it goes without saying that i apologize for the wait babe, i really loved this request 

It wasn't that he hated him, it was just that if anything were to happen to him he wouldn't be the one to cry, that's all...

and maybe he'd thought about punching that smug look off his face once... or twice... or every time the thought of him came up.

But it still wasn't hate

Hate is a strong word, and Pedro wasn't not one to throw it around easily, he was all for peace and love and everything but this guy... this guy was really pushing the limits

And what the actual fuck was he even doing here tonight?

"You're staring"

Your soft, amused voice pulled him out of his own thoughts, his eyes sliding to you

"I just don't get why he's here"

You stifled a laugh as you answered "The same reason why we are baby"

"he's not even nominated" he grumbled,

"neither am I" You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling his soft scruff graze your palm "It's not a big deal babe, he probably said my name just because it was the first one that popped into his mind" you shook your head "I bet it's not even true"

Yeah right

He would have believed that if you were anybody else, but you... fuck- it didn't take him even a second to fall in love and you expected him to believe that that guy didn't have a crush on you? He would have sooner begun believing that Mark Zuckerberg was one of those lizard guys.

You were everything anyone could have ever dreamed of, you were funny, so incredibly smart it made him feel like a fifth grader in comparison, and god you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen 

he knew what you did to men, he knew what you did to men because that's exactly what you did to him,

and he didn't even mind that much, he'd never been the jealous type, but the problem with Shawn wasn't that he liked you (because he clearly did), but it was that he had the audacity, the smugness to fucking say it out loud, to admit it in front of a camera for anyone to see, like the woman he was talking about didn't have a husband, like he wasn't her fucking husband.

"I saw him look at you before"

This time, you did let out a little snort

"what, how dares he?" you mocked him, laughing again as his face remained completely unamused "It's your big night babe, don't let this silly little thing ruin it, please"

But just then, just when he was finally starting to let go a little, the focus of all of his loathing appeared beside you

"I'm sorry to interrupt-"

Then fucking don't

"I just wanted to introduce myself" 

Shawn's eyes were only on you, as if he didn't even exist, as if your hands hadn't been on his cheeks but a moment prior

"I'm Shawn," he said, offering his hand to you "I'm... well, I'm a really big fan" he ended with a soft laugh, smiling in that charming way that surely made women all woozy

"Hi Shawn, it's a pleasure to meet you-"

As you shook his hand, Pedro was closing his into fists

This fucking guy-

"Hi pal"

Pedro's voice didn't sound even a little bit not completely pissed off

"I'm Pedro," he said "her husband"

The flicker of amusement that sparked behind his eyes made Pedro seriously ponder whether or not a little punch was that bad of an idea

"Oh, I didn't know you were married"

Andrew's eyes were back to you, and god it was taking all of Pedro not to grab him and throw him to the other side of the room

Just the fact that he was looking your way seemed too much, 

How dare he look at you, at his beautiful wife, at the love of his life?

It felt wrong, it was wrong, and it was making him furious

"I'm sure you didn't" Pedro grunted, taking a slow step closer to him "Shawn right?" he asked, even though he knew much too well who he was "What exactly are you doing here?" Pedro's eyes narrowed, his head tilting "I didn't notice your name in any of the nominations"

"baby" your soft warning was met with a soft smile from him, one that faded into a stoic/murderous gaze as soon as your husband's eyes were back on the man before him

"I'm just asking a question sweetheart, that's all"

Shawn seemed to accept Pedro's challenge in the blink of an eye

"I'm here with a friend, he's the one that got the nom"

Pedro nodded slowly, "ah. Right," he said, his hand going to your back and drawing gentle circles on it

He didn't miss the way Shawn followed the movement

"And why exactly are you talking to my wife Shawn?"

Now that, that seemed to take him aback a little, but he recovered quickly

"What?" he laughed "is no one allowed to talk to your wife without your permission or something?"

"Oh absolutely not, my wife can talk to whomever she wishes," Pedro spoke "I'm just not very fond of her talking to men that have openly admitted to liking her" he shrugged as if his eyes and voice weren't yelling murder 

You, in the meantime, were busy looking for the fastest way out of this place

"You've seen the video," Shawn said more like a statement

"I sure did" Your husband nodded "I especially liked the part where you described her as your "dream woman""

Shawn sighed loudly, shaking his head

"listen, man-"

"No, you listen, man" Pedro interrupted him "How 'bout you get the fuck away from me and my wife, mh?" he said more like a threat "How bout that?"

Shawn let out a loud breath before responding

"whatever man" he sighed, his eyes moving to you "It was nice to meet you y/n, maybe we can meet another time..." he glanced to the man on your right "when the guard dog isn't around"

"yeah" Pedro scoffed "Go fuck yourself, buddy"

You both stared at his back as he walked away, but after no more than two seconds, you couldn't help but let your lips pull into the smile you'd been holding this whole time

"that was a bit harsh"

Pedro only grinned as he brought you flash against him with his hands on your waist

"Like you haven't done worse" he smirked

Yeah... while Pedro wasn't usually jealous, you were... let's just say you were not exactly on the same wavelength

"you looked ready to kill him" you chuckled, wrapping your arms behind his neck

"mh" he hummed, ghosting your mouth "Who says I wasn't" he teased, his lips crashing with yours in a long, deep kiss that Pedro absolutely didn't wish for Shawn to be witnessing

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: mentions of sex, unwanted touching, kissing, crying

A/N: I'm screaming, crying, giggling, and fainting all at the same time.

With love and big tits, Rose

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P13: Hostage

My head is pulsing, my mind rushing with endless swarms of questions as I sit in the passenger seat of Matt’s car. 

“Hey, it’ll be okay, we’ll figure something out.” he remarks, shifting the car into park and unbuckling his seatbelt. 

This is frustrating. We can’t change partners. 

We stayed after school to ask the teacher and he didn’t even say no—he just shook his head, pointing to the door for us to leave. I’m stuck with Shawn as my partner for the rest of the class, I’m trapped in an uncomfortable situation with no way to get out. 

I hate it. 

My clammy palms rub together in my lap. I make no movement to get out of the car, biting on my lip a little too hard as I stare at his house in front of us. “This is… this is so stupid.” I groan, rubbing my hand over my face. 

Everything is so confusing, nothing is making sense. 

“Let’s think about something else, what about—”

“I do have a question.” I remark, interrupting Matt. He looks over at me, cocking a brow as he waits for me to continue. “Chris—why haven’t I ever seen him at school?” I ask. 

Matt sighs, running his hand through his hair as he shakes his head. My teeth gnaw into my lip as I watch him gather his thoughts. 

I’ve been assuming that Chris’ schedule didn't interact with mine at all. Maybe his classes were on the other side of the school, maybe he didn’t have a full schedule. 

But that can’t be it. Matt always drove alone—to and from school. 

“I don’t—I don’t know if that’s my place to tell you.” Matt says. I nod slowly, reaching down at unbuckling my seatbelt. “Just, I don’t know. Maybe ask him? I don’t know if he’ll tell you, but,” he sighs, rubbing over his face as he looks out the front window of the car, “-I just… don’t know.” 

Grabbing my bag, I follow Matt as he walks out of the car and to the front door of the house. I shove my shoes off, setting them by the rack of other miscellaneous boots and sneakers, the sight of Chris’s regular shoes making my skin pulse. 

He’s here. 

We haven’t really talked since that night. Our date—well, a date he didn’t really ask me on. 

But it’s the best date I’ve ever had, even if we were just in his room. He showed so much effort—it kinda hurt. 

“You good? Wanna hang out in my room or out here?” Matt questions, sliding off his shoes and tossing his bag to the floor. 

Before I can answer, a familiar trot makes my lips curl into a smile. I look down to see Trevor, his snout twitching as he sniffs my legs aggressively, his tail whipping from side to side with excitement. 

“Out here?” I answer, looking up at Matt with a smile as I feel Trevor nuzzle himself against my calf. “Kinda wanna hang out with Trev too. And he never stays in your room.” I remark. 

“I know,” Matt huffs, walking over to the couch and plopping on the cushion. “It's so annoying. He’ll never stay in my room since Chris practically trained him to only stay in his. He has fuckin’ dog treats stuffed in every corner, I swear.” 

A breathy laugh falls from my lips. I walk over, sitting on the couch about a foot away from Matt, smiling as Trevor jumps up, laying in between the both of us like a loaf of bread. 

“Well, he’s comfy.” I joke, rubbing Trevor’s ears as I hear Matt let out a subtle snort. 

“Yeah, very. He doesn’t have anything to worry about, not some stupid school project either, hm Trev?” he says, his voice in a higher pitch as he baby-talks the dog. 

Fuck. That stupid project. 

My body deflates as I melt into the cushion of the couch. Matt takes notice of my behavior, looking up at me with furrowed brows. “Hey, what’s going on? Is it our project?” he asks. 

I shrug. My chest squeezes as I roll my bottom lip between my teeth. “I mean, not just that, but yeah. I don’t really know what to do. Shawn’s a fucking prick. He had the nerve to—ugh. Yeah, it’s just… frustrating.” I sigh. 

Matt’s eyes soften, his lips plummeting to a sympathetic pout. “Well, what if we still partnered up?” he offers. 

Partner up? 

He was there when the teacher practically shunned us. What part about that gave him any sort of hope that we could still partner up? 

My eyes squint at his suggestion. He sucks in a deep breath, clasping his hands together. “Aren’t you working on the project with him later today?” he asks, his eyes lifting as his forehead crinkles. 

“I mean yeah, but—”

“But,” Matt interrupts, tilting his head towards the side as his hand waves through the air, “-what if he came over here? While me and Cole work on our shit, you guys can do the same, but we’ll be all together. I doubt Shawn will be weird if we’re all together.” he suggests.

Oh. My. God. 

This smart little bitch. 

“Matt.” I state, watching as he looks at me with anticipation. “I fuckin’ love you. You’re so fuckin—ugh, are you sure?” I ask, letting out a sigh of relief as he nods affirmatively, a small smile imprinted on his face. 

Thank fuck. 

“What else is bothering you? You said that wasn’t the only thing, what’s up?” he asks, his lips together in a tight line as he reaches to pet Trevor.

Where do I even begin? 

“My… date? Um, whatever it was—”

“What’d Chris do,” he sighs, interrupting my stumbling words as he stares up at me with sad eyes. 

My lips purse together, my face crawling with warmth as I rub my hands together in my lap. “I just—it’s not him, it’s… ugh.” 

The grunt falling from my lips seems to make Matt lean in closer, his eyes squinting as lips tug slightly downwards. “What do you mean? What went wrong?” he interrogates, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks his lips between his teeth. 

“Nothing went wrong. It’s just—I think that’s the issue.” 

Matt seems to let out a sigh of relief at my statement, relaxing back onto the couch as he fiddles with Trevor’s ear. “I’m glad nothing is wrong, but I—what’s the issue then?” he pushes. 

Ugh. 

My eyes drift across the room, my teeth clamping into the tip of my tongue as I shift my feet closer together, adjusting my position on the couch. 

“Well,” I start, wincing as a loud crack sounds from my fingers twisting together. “I just—I’ve had a boyfriend before, you know? And I guess I’m just kinda hurt that he never showed me that type of effort once. Not even—not even when he was trying to guilt trip me to stay with him.” 

Silence. 

Matt seems to stare at me blankly. His head cocking towards the side as he lets out a long sigh. “Isn’t that a good thing to finally get what you wanted though?” 

His question makes my lips twitch at the corners, a small frown tugging on my face as I blink away the warm tear forming in my eyes. 

I shrug, sniffling quietly. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just… I thought I wasn’t good enough for that type of effort. I mean, I stayed with that guy for way longer than I should’ve. But I stayed even though I was being treated like shit—I… I feel like I don’t deserve it because, well—I—I don’t know—”

“You feel like you don’t deserve it now because you treated yourself so poorly by staying,” he fills in. 

God. Those words seem to dig deep. It’s like he’s answering a question I didn’t even know I had—a question that was too full of shame for me to even ask myself. 

But it made sense. 

“Yeah. I guess,” I breathe, my nose twitching as I feel my eyes flutter with furious blinks. There’s no way I’m crying about this, not anymore. I don’t even miss the guy I once called my boyfriend, I missed the way I had more dignity before him. 

I missed the way I used to want to fall in love. 

“You know, you and Chris are so similar it’s scary,” Matt puffs. 

I tilt my head as I look over at him, watching as he laughs, wiping over his face as he shakes his head with disbelief. “I don’t know, sorry. Just… text Shawn and I’ll text Cole?” he suggests. 

Nodding, I pull out my phone, typing a quick message as my mind loops around our conversation. 

If Chris is just like me, how would that ever work? We’ve already been taking turns pushing the other away. 

A lump forms in my throat from the thought. I swallow, wincing as I feel the discomfort travel down to my chest, creating sensations of pressure that make it feel a little harder to breathe. 

There’s no way it would work. 

___

Awkward is an understatement. Shawn was reluctant to agree to come over to Matt’s house and work on the project, but I didn’t really give him any other choice. I can tell he’s pissed off—and it’s pissing me off. 

Cole, Matt’s partner, is mostly silent, only chipping in a thought every couple of minutes. He’s quiet, but nice. At least he’s not like Shawn—still trying to invade my personal space. 

Thankfully, Matt has been a lot more observant. The second Shawn tried to get closer than he should, Matt asked him to take off his shoes—-which he should’ve done in the first place anyhow, but by the time he came back to sit, Matt occupied the spot next to me. 

It made things tolerable. The four of us working on the project didn’t really seem to speed things up though. Cole wasn’t contributing much and Shawn was just… Shawn—useless and annoying. 

“I, um,” Matt whispers, staring at me with clenched teeth and worried eyes, “I really need to piss, do you–”

“Go,” I urge. 

My brows furrow together as I watch his face contort with an awkward wince. “Oh my god, do not pee on me. Go fuckin’ piss!” I whisper-yell, waving my hand as I watch him immediately get up and rush down the hallway. 

The second I lose sight of him, my stomach drops with an unsettling feeling. I look up, watching as Shawn starts to scoot closer to me, my eyes darting to Cole. He’s buried in his phone, chewing on the strings of his hoodie. 

Great. 

This is just great. 

I flinch as I feel his leg press up against mine. My elbow digs into the arm of the couch, my body leaning away from him as I feel my chest burn with anger. “Shawn—” 

His name barely leaves my lips. My mouth smacks shut as I feel his hand on my thigh. The heat of his skin is touching mine, my mini skirt feeling like underwear as his fingers squeeze right below the hem of my clothing.

My eyes water as I bite into my cheek a little too hard. I clench my teeth together, my jaw tightening as I take a deep breath. 

As my lips open, I feel his hand go just barely underneath my skirt. My body freezes. 

I want him off. 

“Shawn, get your hands off—” 

He looks over at me with an annoyed expression. “Chill out,” he puffs, his hand gravitating to the lower, resting on the middle of my thigh. 

I squint my eyes shut tightly, trying to imagine I’m anywhere but here. Maybe a beach, maybe an isolated cabin—

“Hey, wanna come to my room for a minute?” 

Oh?

My eyes blink open as I see Chris standing in the doorway. He can’t see over the back of the couch, but I can tell by his eyes flickering from my face to Shawn that he knows something isn’t quite right. 

Thank god. His snooping finally came in handy once. 

“I, uh—yeah.” I say, starting to stand up. 

Shawn’s hand lazily falls down my leg, dropping with gravity as I get up and start to walk behind Chris. I don’t bother looking behind me. My eyes stay trained on Chris’ back as he guides us to his room, opening the door and holding it for me. 

He nudges his head, urging me to walk in. “I—thank you,” I mention, striding past him and into his room. 

I hope he knows I mean it in more than one way.

“Mhm.” he hums, pressing on the small of my back, guiding me to sit on the bed. “Just take a minute, I texted Matt. Can’t believe he left you alone with that creep.” I shiver at his words, recalling the sensation of Shawn’s hand on my thigh, the skin itching with annoyance. 

“He just—”

“-needed to pee, I know,” he interrupts, laying on the bed with his arm slung behind his head. “Are you… okay?” he asks, his brows furrowed as he rolls his lips together. 

Am I okay?

“Yeah. I think so?” I remark, my voice raising in pitch as I question my own words. Chris’ face scrunches more. He pats the pillow next to him, nodding his head for me to lay down. 

My head swivels towards the closed door. 

Matt. 

I can’t just leave, I need to go back out there. 

“Don’t worry.” I turn my head back towards Chris, listening as he continues to speak, “I texted him and just told him you’re done for the day. You’re not going back out there.” 

The lump in my throat seems to ease as I swallow. I twist my hands in my lap for a second, hesitantly crawling up to lay next to him, my head resting on his only pillow. A deep sigh leaves my lips. 

I feel safe at least—comfortable enough to truly breathe. 

“You good?” 

My eyes blink open as I look towards Chris, seeing him staring at me intently. I nod. The subtle shift of his arm under his head makes me scoot further to the side on the pillow. 

“Come lay down,” I suggest. 

The statement seems to make his eyes wander around the room. He contemplates the offer, slowly rolling onto his side and facing me before resting his head on the other side of the pillow. 

I can feel his breath, the subtle drift of his hair brushing above my eyebrow. 

I can feel how much I ache to touch him. 

“You can come closer, you know,” I mention. 

Chris shakes his head. “No, I’m fine. I doubt you wanna be touched right now.” 

“Come closer, it’s okay—”

“No,” he cuts off, “I’m comfortable, really. Don’t worry about me.” 

Ugh. 

Why can’t he take the hint?

“Chris.” His eyes blink open as he stares at me. I scoot up slightly, holding open my arms. “Please,” I sigh. 

He licks over his lips as his face scrunches. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna touch you and make you uncomfo—”

“You won’t,” I say, my eyes peering into his with intent. “You don’t.” 

Silence washes over us. I feel my bottom lip quiver, my emotions rolling over me as my cheeks grow warm. “I just—hold me. I like when you touch me.” 

His face relaxes as he gulps, nodding before scooting into my hold. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into my chest and wrapping my leg around his waist. 

This is just what I needed. 

I take a soothing breath, the air exploring deeper in my lungs, like a true breath of fresh air. It smells like him—a warm, clean scent that makes my nose flare for another deep breath before I can think twice. 

“Is this…is this okay?” he asks, his hand loosely lays on my waist, his eyes wide as he stares up at me. 

I want him closer. 

The air seems to get thinner, my eyes dropping to his lips as I imagine them on mine. It seems so enticing, so different. His touch already brings me a lot of comfort, but what would such an intimate touch do? Would it just feel sexual? 

Even his hands on my body didn’t necessarily feel sexual. He held me in a way that made everything feel effortless, a true reassurance that couldn’t be put into words. 

Chris seems to notice my antics, his hand on my waist gliding up my back and pulling me closer. His nose grazes my chin. I feel my heart lurch against my chest, violently pumping as I let out short breaths. 

“Will you kiss–”

“Are you sure?” he interrupts, his eyes flickering all over my face—especially my eyes and lips. 

I swallow, nodding softly. My vision seems to blur, cloudy with stubborn tears as I let my eyes flutter closed, my breath hitching in my chest as I feel his lips hover over mine. 

“Is this—is it still ok—”

His whispered words are silenced by my lips. I feel his hand on my back pull me against him, the sensation of his lips slotting between mine making my hazy mind silent with his comforting touch. 

God. 

This feels like heaven—so light and feathery, almost otherworldly. 

I let myself drown in his mouth, parting my lips for him to hungrily kiss me, his devotion apparent in how he holds me so tightly. 

I’ve never been kissed like this. I’ve never been held like this. 

I’ve never felt like this at all. 

There’s so much emotion pouring out from his lips and his hands—enough to make my tears start to gather in my lower lashes as my hand tangles up into his hair. 

Chris pulls away for a quick breath, staring up at me with concern laced in his furrowed brows. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he coos, his voice softer than ever. 

I shake my head, gathering the words with a shaky breath. “Nothing,” I rush, “Nothing is wrong. I just—I…”

My mouth falls open, words cluelessly trailing off into the air, “I need you to kiss me again. Please.”

A/N: Watch this if you haven't already. I'm literally dying dead.

[pedroscurls]

Hugh x younger gf (always age appropriate, 30s-55).

Hugh and reader hosting a bbq with friends and reader in super horny as she sees Hugh's sweat glow under the light of the fire

sneak away with me

summary: you sneak away with hugh during a party. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader word count: 2.2k warnings: smut (unprotected p in v sex, creampie, manhandling, dirty talk, oral - m receiving, doggy style, light spanking) a/n: ugh, i need this man bad. thank you to this anon for requesting this. i know i have more requests to get to, but i just needed some good hugh smut for my delulu mind (btw - this isn't proofread, so apologies for any typos!!!)

You can’t help but stare at Hugh. He’s talking with Shawn and Ryan at the grill, laughing with a drink in his hand and a spatula in the other. He’s wearing a white t-shirt, his arms flexing with each movement and you have to bite your lower lip at the sight of the fabric stretching around his muscles. 

The heat of the grill radiates off of him, a sheen of sweat trickling down the side of his neck as it disappears into the collar of his white t-shirt. He’s smiling and laughing – nose scrunching with each chuckle. Hugh seems so relaxed, so calm, but you… You can’t take your eyes off of him. You ended up tuning out the people you’re standing next to, eyes solely focused on Hugh. 

You and Hugh had decided to throw a casual barbeque with a handful of close friends, and especially after the success of Deadpool & Wolverine, you knew that Hugh needed this. To just relax and be around a group of people that keep him grounded. 

His eyes move towards you, flashing you a large smile as he brings his martini glass to his lips. Hugh’s eyes never leave you as he gazes at you from afar, from the rim of his glass. He knows that look you have on your face. He can see the way your eyes are ogling him, making it clearly obvious (to him) that you want him. Need him. 

Hugh excuses himself from the conversation and makes his way towards you, never once breaking the gaze. You want to walk towards him, want to just jump into his arms, but instead, you let him come to you. 

The people you were speaking with slowly walk away, giving you and Hugh some much needed personal time once he’s standing next to you. His hand rests on your lower back as he turns his head to give you a kiss at your temple, lingering for a moment to whisper. 

“You’re starin’, y’know that?” he says against your ear. 

“How can I not?” you respond, moving a hand to rest on his chest. “Do you see how good you look? And then to top it off, you’re standing in front of the grill all slick and sweaty and–”

Hugh’s low growl interrupts you mid-sentence. His lips are still near your ear as he subtly dips down to nibble at your earlobe. “This party is gonna go on for a few more hours and–”

“Take me upstairs,” you interrupt him. “They can mingle for a while. Ryan and Shawn can handle the grill.”

“You can’t wait for a few more hours?” Hugh asks, pulling back to look down at you. 

You’re gazing up at him, batting your eyelashes in his direction as you gnaw at your lower lip. “If you don’t take me upstairs, I’m gonna go up there myself and take care of it on my own,” you threaten.

Hugh’s gaze darkens as his hand dips lower to rest just above your backside. “Oh, baby, you and I both know you won’t be able to take care of it yourself.”

Your eyes narrow. “Well, you can stay down here and I’ll excuse myself from the party for a moment.” You turn on your heel, beginning to walk back inside the home you share with Hugh before he reaches for your wrist to pull you to him. You glance around, noticing that your guests aren’t even paying attention to you and Hugh. 

“Get on up there,” Hugh whispers, voice low and husky. “And when I get up there, you better be on your knees.” 

“Or what?” you ask, biting the inside of your cheek. 

“Oh, you’ll find out. Now, get on up there.” Hugh releases his grip on you and watches you walk back inside the house as his eyes drift down to your backside. He feels his manhood stir awake, beginning to press itself against the fabric of his jeans. He gives it a few more minutes before he walks over to Ryan and Shawn, asking them to watch the grill for a moment.

“Oh, we saw the way she was looking at you,” Ryan winks. “Go get her, tiger.”

Hugh rolls his eyes and walks back inside the house, ascending the stairs and skipping a step to get to the second floor quicker. He approaches the bedroom and opens the door, seeing you lying back on the mattress instead of on your knees like he asked you to. 

“What are you doing?” Hugh asks, shutting the door behind him as he reaches for his belt and begins undoing them. “You’re not on your knees and I thought I said–”

“Wanted to lie down,” you interrupt him, leaning up on your elbows as you watch undo the button of his pants and then unzip the zipper. 

“Get on your knees,” Hugh demands, walking towards you.

“Can you say please?” you tease, biting your lower lip. You know you’re playing a dangerous game, but you’re horny and you need him to split you in half. 

Hugh growls and shakes his head as he pushes his jeans and boxers down in one motion. His cock springs at attention, already leaking at the tip. 

“If anyone’s gonna be doing the begging, baby, it’s gonna be you.” Without waiting for you to respond, Hugh straddles your midsection, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. His cock brushes against your lips and you’re pinned to the bed, Hugh hovering above you. “Be a good girl for me and open up.”

You feel your walls clench, already wet from earlier. You can’t play this game any longer and part your lips for him. He holds your wrists against the bed with one hand, using his free hand to grasp himself at his base and directs the head of his cock past your lips. 

“Suck,” Hugh demands. He’s careful not to put any weight on you as his knees are at either side of your chest, cock slowly sliding into your warm and wet mouth. When he feels your lips wrap around him tightly, his eyes slowly begin to flutter. He pushes his hips forward, forcing you to take more of him as you stare up at him with an innocent look in your eyes. “There’s my good girl,” he coos, letting out a quiet groan as he feels your tongue swirl around his length. 

His hips slowly begin to move forward, releasing himself to grab a fistful of your hair. He groans, eyes falling shut as his head tilts back as he guides your head along his manhood. 

“Fuck,” he groans, his grip around your wrist tightening. You’ve always loved doing this for him, seeing him completely at your mercy, even though you’re the one pinned to the bed. You hollow your cheeks as you pull back from his length and then lower your head back, feeling him begin to hit the back of your throat. You let out a quiet gag, tears stinging your eyes as Hugh moans. 

He pulls away abruptly, looking down at you as his cock is slick with your saliva. He moves down your body, forcing himself between your legs as he releases your wrists. Hugh leans down and brushes his lips against yours, growling lowly. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” he smirks. “And then maybe you’ll be a good girl for the rest of the party.” 

You whimper, rubbing your legs together with anticipation. “And then you’ll fuck me again later?” 

“Oh, baby,” Hugh grins. “The night is only beginning.” 

Then, he climbs off the bed and grips your waist, turning you onto your stomach with ease. He then moves his hands to your hips, forcing you on all our fours as he lifts the ends of your dress to reveal your lower half, growling to himself at the lack of underwear. 

“You’re not wearing any underwear?” Hugh asks, gripping the base of his cock as he runs his head along the length of your sex. 

You moan, gripping the sheets as you try to push back against him, yearning for him to just slide into you. “N– No…”

“Ah, so you had this planned all along, hm?” Hugh says, pressing his tip to your entrance. “You’re lucky I love you,” he continues, hands gripping your hips as he slams into you without warning. He fills you to the brim, leaning over you as his lips hover against your ear. “Even though you are being bad.” 

“Y– You love it,” you say through quiet moans, trying to remain quiet even though everyone’s outside and away from earshot. 

“You’re right,” Hugh chuckles darkly. “I do like it when you’re bad. Gives me reason to punish you.” He pulls back, fingertips digging into the flesh at your hips as he wastes no time in thrusting into you repeatedly. The sound of skin slapping against one another echoes off the walls of the bedroom and you’re still forcing yourself to remain quiet, hands gripping the bed sheets. “Lemme hear you, baby,” Hugh encourages. 

His thrusts doesn’t let up. He fills you so perfectly, pulling out to his tip only to slam himself back into your warm depths. You know you’re going to be sore after this, but you don’t mind. It will only serve as a reminder of sneaking away with Hugh while hosting a barbeque with friends. 

“Oh god,” you moan aloud, eyes shut tight as you feel yourself begin to tremble. You know you’re close, know that you’re about to reach your high and Hugh knows it too. He then grabs your arms and crosses them behind you, gripping your wrists to hold them against your lower back as you move your cheek to rest on the mattress, backside high in the air for him. 

With his free hand, Hugh delivers a light slap to your ass. He groans to himself, the feeling of your walls tight around his length, milking him with each thrust brings him closer and closer to the edge. It excites him, knowing that he can fill you up with his seed. He likes knowing that you’ll end up squirming long afterwards, a clear sign of his spend pooling out of you. 

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Hugh moans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed in with the sounds of your moans and the wet squelching noise coming from how wet you are. It’s almost filthy and it only drives him further. 

“H– Hugh,” you whimper, your walls beginning to clench around him as you feel your body tremble. “Oh fu–” Hugh releases your hands and grips your arms, pulling you upright to be flush against him. He moves an arm around your frame, gripping your breast over the fabric of your dress as his lips are near your ear. 

“God, baby,” Hugh growls against your lips. “Gripping me so tight, fuck,” Hugh’s hips begin to falter, his other hand reaching down to rub your clit. 

Your entire body is already so sensitive, still riding your climax and you try to claw at Hugh’s wrist, trying to push him away as the sensations become too much.

“Hugh–” you moan. “Baby, I can’t, oh god–”

“Gimme one more, love,” he says softly, breathless and panting against your ear. His grip around your breast tightens as he applies pressure to your clit, moving it in circles and at a pace to time with his thrusts. 

You reach behind you, lacing your fingers into his hair and gripping it tightly as your body shakes against him. You let out a loud moan as your walls tighten once more around his length and you feel him loosen his grip around you, moving his hands to your hips. His hips stutter and you feel his warmth shoot inside of you, filling you to the brim. 

He rolls his hips a few more times before he pulls out, watching his spend slowly begin to drip out of you and down your inner thigh. He growls at the sight and then watches as you move to lie on your abdomen, trying to catch your breath. 

Hugh walks to the bathroom to grab a warm and wet towel to clean you up. You shiver against his touch, looking over your shoulder at him with a lazy smile. 

“You better wear some underwear when we go back out there,” Hugh chuckles. “Or else this is gonna go everywhere.”

“Mmm, I like it,” you smile.

“I like it too, baby.” Hugh smiles, leaning down to peck your lips. “Love knowing that you’re filled of me.” 

You bite your lower lip and look up at him, slowly moving to lie on your back as you gaze into his eyes. “I love you, Hugh.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Do we have to go back out there?” you tease with a quiet laugh.

“Just a few more hours and then it’ll just be me and you,” Hugh promises.

You nod and then stand up once he’s finished cleaning you up, walking to the closet to pull on a pair of panties underneath your dress. When you step out, you see Hugh pull up his pants and boxers, buttoning and zipping it back up as he loops the belt around himself. 

He looks over at you and smiles, walking towards the door and taking your hand with him. 

“Ryan’s definitely going to give you shit,” you laugh, descending the stairs with him and going back out to the backyard to join everyone else.