#shawn looks like the sun is blinding him

[mwah-so-kissed]

found (i think) rares :DD

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Seeing all these asks about Geneyen giving bitches backshots/breaking backs then taking off with panties and debit/credit cards makes me want a fic about Geneyen giving backshots taking panties and stealing debit/credit cards lol

Ask and you shall receive.

Fool Me Once - Chapter One

Warnings: Theft, smut. Word count: ~1200

Genyen awakens, sticky with sweat, an acrid taste in his mouth and a hangover lingering behind his eyes. He silently curses himself for not splurging the extra cash for a place with air conditioning, not that’d be sticking around long enough to appreciate it, but the humidity here is unbearable.

He fled to Thailand after clearing out the donations from the Buddhist centre, along with Jinba’s bank account. He has kept moving since arriving, never staying in one place for more than a week, it’s too risky to settle anywhere when he makes a living from robbing pretty, gullible tourists.

His grifting has taken him to Krabi, Pattaya City and Ko Pha Ngan. This week he finds himself in Pa Tong. No matter the city or district, the situation always plays out the same way; he dons his Buddhist monk robes, heads to the nearest beach and spins a pretty girl a line about how he’s left the monastery because he wants to experience a day in the life of a tourist. By nightfall he’s spilling himself into a condom inside of her, then rifling through her purse once she’s asleep.

He has no idea what possessed him to start tearing the ID pages from their passports. The first time it happened he’d found it as he’d rummaged through her handbag. He’d flipped to the back, curiosity leading him to want to look at her photo. Before he had time to think fully about what he was doing, he’d ripped it out, pocketing it along with her knickers and all the cash she had.

He has quite the collection now. He rolls over in the bed, draping a long, lean arm down the side to rifle through his duffel bag. Underwear of all colours, cuts and sizes is stuffed inside. He thumbs through the stack of ID pages; Sweden, Australia, South Africa, Canada.

Would be cool to have one for every country, he thinks to himself.

He pushes the passport pages and panties to the side, plucking out the wad of banknotes rolled up beside them and counts through it. Shit. Less than two thousand baht left. He’s only been in Pa Tong a few days, but partying all night, every night burns through money fast. He’s going to need to find another target today, or he’ll run out of cash.

After dragging himself out of bed, chasing painkillers with the dregs of the previous evening’s final beer, and showering, Genyen finds himself strolling the perimeter of Pa Tong beach. He is glad that his robes are relatively lightweight, the heat of the sun feels oppressive. He shields his eyes from the blinding rays, surveying the hordes of people soaking up the Thai heat.

That’s when he spots her. His eyes are immediately drawn to the curve of her arse, peeking out from a tiny pair of bikini bottoms as she lays face down. She’s immersed in a copy of The Secret. Oh, this is fucking perfect. 

He saunters over to her and she immediately looks up as his shadow is cast over her. He smiles as her eyes widen in surprise.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any cash on me if you’re looking for donations.” She smiles sweetly at him.

“Oh, I’m not here on behalf of Wat Suwan Khiri Wong. I’m actually trying to get away from that.”

“Really? And why is that?” She asks curiously, closing her book.

He settles cross legged on the sand in front of her. “I’ve dedicated my whole life to the monastery and practicing the teachings of Buddha. I’d like to know what life has to offer outside of that. I’m Genyen, by the way.”

“Genyen.” She repeats, eyeing him curiously. “Makes you sound important.”

He laughs softly. “It’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice. You can call me Shawn, if you’d prefer.”

He spins her his entire lie and she falls for it. He tells her his mum passed away when he was ten, that his dad married a woman called Mary and when his dad then passed away just before Shawn was due to go to university, Mary had contested the will. She’d gotten everything, the house included. He went away to university, but had nowhere to go once he graduated, so he went travelling and ended up here, in Thailand. He was taken in by the Buddhist monks and renamed Genyen, which means ‘approaching virtue’.

She pays rapt attention, her face softening in sympathy for him, and by the evening they sit in a beach bar together, their knees brushing as she sips a strawberry daiquiri.

“So if you want to experience life outside of the monastery, why aren’t you drinking?” She says, playing with her staw.

“Better to take these things slowly, just talking to you today was a big enough step.” He lies. He knows better than to get buzzed. Drunkenness leads to sloppy mistakes.

He barely has to make an effort. Two more cocktails and her eyes are glazed as she leans in to kiss him. Her lips taste like rum and he kisses her back hungrily.

He follows eagerly when she leads him back to her hotel room. They make quick work of undressing each other. His eyes dart around the room, making a note of where she discards her bag.

It’s not long before she’s on all fours, his hands kneading the fleshy globes of her backside that he’d spent most of the afternoon admiring, as he snaps his hips against her. She clenches around him, warm and oh so tight. He can feel how soaked she is even while wearing a johnny and the sensation causes him to groan as he speeds up his movements.

She moans, arching her back, pushing against him and he slides a hand up the smooth skin of her back, grabbing a fistful of her hair, biting his lip at how this makes her squeeze him harder. She may be a dupable airhead who stupidly believes in the power of manifestation, but she is undoubtedly one of the best lays he’s ever had.

He isn’t sure if she comes, he doesn’t care. His grip on her hips is vicelike as gives one final thrust, shuddering as he pulsates and spends himself into the latex.

It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep. He lays there, waiting for the sound of her breathing to deepen and even out. Once she starts to snore softly, he creeps out of the bed. He dresses before looking through the handbag he’d seen her drop to the floor earlier. He pulls all of the banknotes from her purse, pocketing them. No cash on you? Bloody liar.

Her passport sits on the vanity table and he grabs it, flipping to the back page. He smiles as he looks at her photo, illuminated by the moonlight that streams through the window. She looks so dorky, it’s actually kind of cute. He almost feels bad for robbing her.

He tears the page out, wrapping it in her discarding bikini bottoms, then pockets those as well.

Slipping out of her room, he lets the door click softly closed behind him, walking out into the balmy night air of Pa Tong. He was going to miss her. Well, he’d miss her air conditioning, that’s for sure.

Chapter two || Series masterlist

[aba-daba-dooo]

Guess who's in a new fandom and has written about 70 pages of fic in a week? I fell deep into the Psych rabbit hole about a decade too late and now it's too late for me. Please enjoy a sample of the first chapter below.

Impressively (Alter) Average AO3

Shawn lied. He knows he should have come clean to Juliet years ago about not actually being a psychic, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Telling the truth has begun to feel a lot more like lying. Gus, however, has a theory. What if Shawn has been a psychic all along and just didn't know it?

“Juliet.” 

The midday sun streaks through the blinds of the SBPD. It is unusually warm for Santa Barbara this time of year, and it’s always warm in Santa Barbara. Gus fidgets with the top button of his shirt, trying to let a fresh gust of air blow through his clothes. 

“Look, Gus.” Juliet turns around in her chair to face him. Her blonde hair hangs in thin threads around her face and dark circles drip from her eyes. Her bottom lip puckers with anxiety before she speaks to him. “If you’re here to talk to me about Shawn. I’m not in the mood, okay?” 

Shawn told him everything. 

It was a very rare moment that Shawn Spencer was open. And once it happened, it was like a waterfall. Shawn told him everything about the jacket, the ticket, Juliet, and then finding some strange girl covered in blood while taking the taxi home. They spoke in the hallways of the hospital where Shawn had taken her, his voice teetering between smooth and a wavering panic. 

Gus really wanted to say “I told you so”-- because he did. He told Shawn in the very beginning that lying about being a psychic was a bad idea and that he had to at least, tell Juliet the truth. But he couldn’t do that. Shawn was shaken in a way that didn’t seem possible, as much as he tried to hide it. 

Gus moves around her desk and stands at her side, finding more courage and spark in his step. “I just need you to hear me out.” 

“Hear you out?” With the words, her breath escapes all at once in a heave of thoughts and emotions she has clearly been trying to hold in. “He lied to me, Gus. He knows how I feel about liars and he went ahead and kept lying to me and everyone else.” 

“And you have every right to be upset but–” 

“And you knew too. The whole time! Which makes me angry at you too! You’re defending a liar!” 

“First of all, Shawn is my best friend and I will always look out for him. Second, he has been a shell of himself since you broke up with him. He’s been sleeping in the Psych office for days. He didn’t even want to eat the jerk chicken I brought him. He’s messed up.” Gus leaves out the part where he ate Shawn’s rejected chicken. What can he say? He’s weak for jerk chicken.  

“You know, I really don’t care.” Juliet rotates her chair back into the forward position, the clack of her high heels moving across the floor, and stares back into the computer screen in front of her. Converaation shut and closed. But Gus refuses to drop this. Not this time. 

He leans over the screen of her computer “But I’m not entirely convinced he was lying to you. Or at least, Shawn only thinks he’s been lying.” (see AO3 for the rest)

[take-taker-taken]

Undertaker/Shawn

Fluff please.

Ask and you shall receive… (sorry it’s short!)

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Shawn awakens slowly, the chink of sunlight at the edge of the blind creeping across the pillow and making him wince. Unwilling to fully give up his slumber, he rolls over and stretches an arm out to find - nothing. Oh. The unexpected absence of a body next to him causes his eyes to open and he blinks in the darkened room and confirms that he is indeed alone. A glance at the clock shows that it’s 6.34am.

The patch next to him is no longer warm, though the pillow still bears evidence of the missing person and just seeing the indent makes him smile. He stretches carefully and sits up, suddenly aware of the smell of coffee from downstairs. Taker doesn’t always sleep well and many’s the night that Shawn has had to gently coax him from a nightmare; speaking to him in soft tones to ease the big man out of it - the most effective method seems to be cuddling close and tucking his head next to Taker’s neck. The first few times Taker had been embarrassed about it in the morning, but these days he settles down much faster and if he remembers the incident the following day the first thing he does upon waking is to say thank you - just one little sign of how far their relationship has come.

Shawn steps into some sweatpants and sliders, pulls a tank top over his head and then makes his way down to the kitchen which is also empty but the door is open on to the veranda and another beautiful, sunny Texas morning. The blonde serves himself some coffee and then steps outside - the temperature at this time of day is just right.

“Mornin’” Taker’s voice rumbles, extra deep from lack of use so far today. “I didn’t wake you when I got up, did I?”

“Nope,” Shawn replies and moves over to take a seat next to him on the bench. “Did you have a bad night?”

“Not really - think it’s just the daylight savings thing. Did you sleep OK?” Taker is referring to the pain that Shawn finds himself in if he’s not careful.

“Like a baby.” Shawn leans across and kisses Taker on the cheek softly. “Good morning, by the way.”

Taker turn his head before Shawn can pull back and gives him a peck to the lips. “You look cute when you’re still all sleepy, y’know.”

“And you look incredibly handsome when the sun hits the side of your face like that.” Shawn grins, stealing a kiss of his own and then taking a mouthful of coffee.

They sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence and the early morning sound of birdsong. Taker’s free hand envelopes Shawn’s and he lifts it for another kiss before turning his attention back to his mug.

“What do you want to do today?” Shawn asks between sips and then when no answer is immediately forthcoming he says, “We could have a lazy day - just hang around the pool?”

“You wont be bored?” Taker knows that Shawn sometimes finds it difficult to have too much time on his hands and he doesn’t want him to end up struggling because he wouldn’t say anything for fear of spoiling anyone else’s fun. Shawn gives so much - such a big heart - but getting him to learn to take care of himself is a work in progress.

“Not if you’re there,” The blonde replies and then gives him a cheeky wink. “Hey, if we think it’s getting dull I bet we can find something to spice it up…”

Taker shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “You’re incorrigible, you know that?”

“What happened to me being cute when I’m still sleepy?”

Taker shrugs. “You’ve had a mug of coffee - you’re all awake now.” Shawn pouts and Taker reaches over and strokes a hand through the blonde bed hair. “You’re always cute, babe.”

Shawn leans against him and then a tattooed arm pulls him closer and he lets out a happy sigh - everything is so wonderfully easy with Taker. He doesn’t know why the stars aligned to put the two of them together but he thanks them every single night that they did.

TTT

[rakurairagnarok]

Smoking Hot

This story is my first ever commission for @countrylover198833. Please enjoy the story buddy!! Everyone else also please enjoy this one! Its a bit longer than my usual ones. 

“Well that’s just amazing!!” 

Derrick slammed his car door shut. He’d been on his way to a conference about the aerodynamics of spacecrafts in Dallas. He had been driving all the way from New Orleans, since it was much cheaper than flying. Unfortunately for him however, somewhere in between Shreveport and Dallas, his car broke down. Derrick groaned and looked at his phone. No signal. Shit… he had to walk. The previous town was miles behind him. He wiped his forehead. The beaming Texan sun was relentlessly shining down on him. He could either wait on the side of the road, hoping for someone to come by, or walk to the nearest gas-station, which could be god knows how far ahead. Derrick sighed and went to grab his bag from the trunk. As he opened up he heard a noise from down the road. He looked up and saw a tow truck slowly making its way towards him. 

Derrick slowly walked towards the road. The truck was definitely getting closer. Derrick started to frantically wave his arms. “Please don’t miss me… Please just… see me!” He yelled and shouted, doing anything to get the drivers attention, but it drove past. “FUCK!!” Derrick slammed his trunk shut and sank to the ground. With his head between his hands he didn't hear the car stop a few meters along the road. 

“What's a lil pup like yer self doin here in these parts?” A deep and southern voice asked. 

Derrick looked up and saw a figure approaching him. 

“Who-” Derrick stammered, the sun blinded him so he had a hard time making out the features of the large man walking towards him. 

“Name’s Shawn. I live ‘round here on my farm. What's got ya stuck here bud?” 

The man finally walked close enough for Derrick to see him. His ginger hair and beard shining in the hot summer sun. A layer of sweat and grime covered his body, leaving a glistering pattern across his body. His strong arms were adorned with wild patterns of ink, while a cigarette was burning in the corner of his mouth. 

Derrick slowly got up, his eyes level with the man's strong pecs. 

“I uh… my car… it broke down...“ He stammered. The man looked really dangerous, but he might be able to help.

“I’m heading to Dallas.. I have a conference to attend…” Derrick continued. “Could you maybe... Help me?” 

“Of course I can lil man, what ever did you think I stopped for? Hop in!” He held out his arm and lead Derrick to the truck. Kind of perplexed, he sat down on the passenger's side of the truck as he watched Shawn hitch his Corolla onto the truck. With surprising ease he single-handedly fixed the car to the truck, and hopped in. 

“Imma take ya to my house if ya don’t mind. Got my tools there, and you’ll be able to get outta those damp and dirty clothes.” Shawn started the truck and began to drive. 

The first few minutes of the drive were some of the most awkward minutes of Derrick’s life. The city boy was staring straight ahead, while Shawn was humming along to a pretty stereotypical country song. After about 10 minutes of this gut wrenching social awkwardness Derrick decided to break the ice. "So uh… what do you do around here?" The usually well spoken University student was quite embarrassed about the weak start to the conversation.  

"Well I run a farm round here, and help the folks with broken down cars and such. Real handyman if I do say so myself." 

"And you do this all by yourself?" Derrick asked, quite perplexed. It seemed like an awful lot of work for just one guy.

"Well yup, gotta work hard, just me, myself and I, suppose I'd be nice if I had an extra set of hands sometimes, but ya get used to it ya know?" Shawn looked over and smiled, a surprisingly white set of teeth shined out from in between the dusty, dirty lips. 

"I can understand, but no girlfriend? Or… wife maybe?" Derrick pried. He couldn't believe a guy was doing all that work all on his own, there must be someone to help him around, at least with housework right?

"Nah, just on my lonesome. Would also be nice to have someone to share the lonely nights with, but work comes first of course." He smirked with a sly wink thrown at his passenger.  

Derrick felt a weird feeling of discomfort spreading across his body as they turned into a small dirt road. 

"We're almost there pal, then we can get started on your car." 

"How long would it take?" Derrick asked with a light hint of panic in his voice.

Shawn tilted his head a bit. 

"That depends on the damage honestly," he replied "but probably not till tomorrow evening."

"Really?? Dang! I need to be in Dallas in two days..…"

Shawn shrugged . "I'll see what I can do for you man, but it's gonna get dark, dinner needs to be made, I need to shower, so I can't start till at least tomorrow. " 

Derrick sighed. "I get that.. yeah thanks anyways." He slumped back into his seat, hoping he would make it. 

"There she is." Shawn remarked. Derrick looked up and saw a small farm in the distance. There were big fields with crops around it, a giant shed and a two story building. "It looks very cozy." Derrick said.

"Thank you! I've gotten it from my pops." Shawn smiled sadly, clearly remembering the good times he'd had with his father. 

Derrick fell silent and stared out the window the last 5 minutes of the trip. They finally arrived and Shawn stopped the car. As he got out Derrick looked around full of curiosity.  He had never been to a farm before, it was almost as he was entering a new world. 

"Are ya comin or what, pup" Shawn exclaimed. Derrick blushed. 

"Y-yes I'm coming!" He stammered, and quickly got out of the car. The Texan heat hit him hard as he climbed out of the truck. 

"Lord… it's hot here"  he mumbled.

Shawn couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah it gets hot like hell here." 

Derrick wiped his forehead, which was already covered in sweat. 

"Come let's get you inside, you're not going anywhere if you die from heatstroke."

Shawn grabbed Derrick's bag from the back of the truck and walked to the front door, where he turned to wait, and Derrick quickly followed him. 

Once inside it felt like the temperature had dropped several degrees. "It's very cool in here… how do you manage that?" Derrick asked while looking around. It was a very stereotypical looking farm room. All wooden furniture, a round carpet underneath the table, and a big Australian Shepherd laying on the big couch. 

"Well it's called AC. I don't know if they have it in the city but…" Shawn smirked at his own joke while Derrick turned red. 

"Oh yeah, of course.." he stammered. 

Shawn laughed at the fumbling city boy as he grabbed a box from a cabinet in the corner of the room. He sat down on the couch and opened up the box. Inside were a few large, expensive looking cigars. A weirdly alluring scent hit Derrick's nose when the box was opened. He couldn't help but stare as Shawn lit one of them and took a large drag. The dog put their head on Shawn's lap and sighed as its owner smoked. 

"Come boy, sit down. Do you want one?" Shawn asked after seeing the intense look on Derrick's eyes. 

"N-no thank you sir." Derrick had never smoked in his life, and knew the dangers that came with it, so he was quite confused by his intriguing behavior. 

He sat down on the other side of the couch as Shawn blew out another big cloud. 

"Nothing better than smoking a fat one after a hard day." He looked over at Derrick and his smile widened. He spread his legs and threw one arm on the back of the couch. With the cigar between his teeth he petted the dog's head. 

"W-what's their name?"  Derrick asked. 

"His name is Buddy" Shawn scratched behind Buddy's ear and he groaned softly.

"Old mutt, but can't help but love him. Only company I've had for years!"

Derrick smiled at the clear show of affection towards the dog. "He sure is cute." He reached over and pet the dog on its snout. As he did he got a face full of cigar smoke in his face. Derrick coughed, tearing up as he quickly moved back to his old spot. 

"Sorry pup, didn't think you'd move over.'' Shawn apologized looking concerned at the lanky adolescent.

"It's…fine…" Derrick said between coughs. Shawn leaned back again. He took one last big drag and put the cigar in an ashtray next to the couch. 

"I'm gonna take a shower bud, there are drinks in the fridge over there" he said pointing at a door which probably lead to the kitchen. Shawn got up and headed towards another door. 

After Shawn got in and the shower started running Derrick immediately sat down next to the ashtray and still smoldering cigar. 

His heart was beating in his chest. Derrick had never smoked before in his life but he couldn’t explain this weird attraction he felt towards the cigar. He took it in between his fingers and sniffed. The smell that had captured him now drilled into his nose. He groaned as a warm feeling washed over his body. 

Slowly, almost as if he was afraid to break the cigar, Derrick brought it to his mouth. He parted his lips and put it in between his teeth, and he took a drag. A weird feeling immediately spread through his body. It was similar to the warmth he felt when he sniffed the cigar, but it was stronger, and heavier. Derrick went to put the cigar down but found he couldn’t. Instead his arm brought the cigar back up to his lips, and his mouth automatically welcomed it back in. He took another drag. The feeling intensified, this time also rushing to his head. His thoughts slowed down, his inhibitions stopped and his resistance crumbled. He kept inhaling and blowing out the smoke. Derrick closed his eyes as he felt more and more comfortable smoking. His legs started spreading apart and an uncharacteristic smirk appeared on his face. The strong warm feeling started to strengthen even more, and Derrick couldn’t help but let out a small moan. He pawed at his crotch as he felt himself getting hard. He chuckled. Getting hard from smoking a cigar, go figure. 

As he was groping, his hands started to get bigger. His formerly dainty fingers grew rough and calloused. His arms quickly followed, packing on muscle. His forearms doubled in size, while his bi- and triceps almost tripled. His shoulders started to broaden, his shirt straining against his growing frame. His neck was next, thickening, putting the fabric of his shirt to the test. His groans slowly grew deeper, and with a loud cough his voice had settled in its new low, deep baritone. 

Derrick started scratching the tight fabric of his shirt as his chest started to tingle. Slowly, with every breath he took, his pecs started to fill with muscle and fat. He chuckled again, this time his deep laugh resounding through the empty room, as he felt them jiggle while flexing them. His tight stomach started to contort as a row of abs started to push out. They quickly got covered by a layer of fat which made his waist grow broader in tandem, giving him a strong core. His skinny legs were next, rapidly bulking up, his dress pants straining against the new bulky tree trunks they were containing. Not only did they grow bigger, they also grew hairier. Derrick absentmindedly scratched his thick legs, as the hair grew up against his pants. His shoes started to feel constraining as his feet went from size 9 to 13. His sneakers tore open as his toes burst through the fabric. His pants, which were already tight from the new layer of hair and big muscles, finally started to rip as his legs also grew longer. The cotton of his dress pants fell in tatters around Derrick, airing out his thick legs, and out of proportion bulge. Derrick took another big drag as he looked at his bulge, which he started to grope again. 

As his large hand started to squeeze his package, it began to grow. His balls started to churn as more and more seed started to be produced. His sad 6 inch stick started to grow. It was already hard before, but it began to thicken and lengthen to such a degree that his tighty whities started to strain. Derrick grunted as he just tore off his underwear, letting his massive 12 inch fuck stick bounce up against his stomach. His balls grew, hanging lower and lower until they finally hit the couch. Derrick started to stroke his new massive rod, groaning at the sensitivity. He continued to smoke as his head started to heat up.

His jaw began to itch, an itch he answered by scratching all over his slowly sharpening jawline. As he scratched the hair on his head slowly started to fall out. His locks fell down, some of the hairs sticking to his face. After a bit he was completely bald, but with a full beard in exchange. His lips started to plump, perfect for sucking on cigars. His nose widened, immediately blowing a stream of smoke through it. His brows got stuck in a permanent slight frown, while his face aged slightly. A piercing pain spread across his body. Derrick looked down and saw intricate black patterns spread across his body, and by the feeling behind his ear a tattoo appeared there as well. 

Derrick blew out one last cloud of smoke as the door to the bathroom opened up. Shawn came out and grinned as he looked at the unfamiliar figure on his couch. 

“Hey Derrick” Shawn walked over as he dried his still wet hair. 

“I told you…call me Rick. But goddamn Shawn… You look amazing all wet like that.” Rick continued to stroke his massive rod as his lover walked over. His mind started to fill with new memories. Shawn was his boyfriend… yeah that sounded about right. They had been talking for a few months, and Rick finally saved up enough money to come and see him. Shawn sat down right next to him and put his hands on his new boyfriend's legs. 

“You need help with that?” Shawn asked as he looked at Rick’s python. He wrapped his hand around it and slowly started to jerk it. Rick groaned and put his hands behind his head as his man started to work it. Shawn grinned and slowly inched closer to the dick. Rick smirked and put his hand on the back of Shawns head, and gently guided him towards his meat. Shawns lips parted, and he skillfully took the whole of Rick’s rod down his throat, which was massaging the tip of Rick’s sensitive stick. Rick’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Shawn sucked him off. 

He felt himself come closer, and he quickly, but gently took Shawns head of his dick. 

“I’m about to cum..” Rick started.

“Let me have it baby” Shawn winked and took the rod into his mouth again. Rick bit his lip as he looked at his adorable boyfriend sucking him off.  

“Sure thing babe…” He replied and he pushed Shawns head down and made him deep throat his length again. Shawn didn't even flinch and tightened his throat around the meat in his mouth, which finally sent Rick over the edge. As his balls emptied out, more memories started to fill his mind. His days on the farm, working. His skills on the machines. His hardcore fuck sessions with his boyfriend. They had known each other since they were young, and moved in together when Shawn's parents died. They inherited the farm and fields around it and worked together to cultivate the crops. They dropped out of college to make a living on the farm. With a final shot of cum, the last traces of Derrick disappear, leaving only the new and improved Rick to remain.  

“Fuckkk… baby you are a magician with that mouth.” Rick groaned as Shawn got off of the Ricks dick with an audible pop. 

“I know what you like baby” Shawn smirked at his boyfriend, before rising up and locking lips with his lover. Rick answered his man’s kiss by pushing his tongue into his mouth. After a session of aggressive making out, the two men move away from each other, staring into each other’s eyes.

“How about round two? But this time I’ll be on top?” Shawn asked with a sly wink. 

“I thought you'd never ask.” Rick replied, and he pulled his boyfriend close, lifted him off the couch, and walked over to their bedroom, slamming the door behind them, ready for a night of their lives.

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A few months later, the two men were still happily working together on the farm. Rick drove back onto his property, parking his pick-up truck next to his lover's tow truck. He smiled at his boyfriend who was sitting on the porch smoking a cigar, scratching Buddy behind his ear. 

Rick got out of his truck, patting a bulge in his pocket. He had gone into town to buy a ring, wanting to take the relationship with Shawn to the next level. He walked over to Shawn with a big smile. 

“Tonight,” He thought, “Tonight I’ll ask” He sat down next to his boyfriend and lit a cigar, his former life as a city boy nothing more than a forgotten memory. 

[l4ndon0rris]

Two Years On; DR3

Part one: Two Years On//Part two: Two Years Ago//Part three: Battle of the Exes

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x you

Summary: you find out your ex is back in town and have the awkward first meeting, just lots of angst really and more to come

Warnings: swearing/mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: tysm for the likes on my sneak peek yesterday!! this is my first piece of fictional writing in a long, long, time. Please forgive any mistakes!! I already have other parts of this story written so if this goes okay then I'll carry on posting :)

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Sunday; currently being spent mostly horizontal on the sofa, endlessly scrolling through your phone. You were already onto your second romcom of the day, reeling from the spontaneous romances between two unexpecting strangers that made you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. A hazy sun crept through the blinds, the temperature in Australia beginning to creep up in August. A video of a cat parkouring around a house piqued your interest enough to earn a slight puff of air to escape your nose, truly riveting content.

“Yo!” Harriet made her arrival known as she entered the apartment you both shared. Craning your neck to look over the back of the sofa, she was placing grocery shopping on the kitchen countertop and began unloading and packing things away into various cupboards. “I see you’re having a productive morning,” waving a packet of sweets you’d requested before she left, you flashed a smile and settled back down on to the sofa. You proudly shared the achievement of moving from your bedroom to the sofa whilst she’d been shopping.

“Guess who I saw while I was out…” raising her eyebrows at you expectantly waiting a nonsensical list of names.

“The president? No, No! Shawn Mendes? Did he finally track me down?” Sarcastic yet hopeful that this time it may be true.

“Girl,” Harriet shut a cupboard door and turned to you, “you have to got to let the fantasy go.” Ignoring her dream crushing response you waited for her to share the mystery person. “But no, wrong. It was, er…” Harriet paused. You sat up and looked at her leaning on the kitchen counter, head dropped between her shoulders causing you to frown at her hesitation. Nudging her to give up the answer, she looked up with a hint of sympathy and nervous energy in her eyes, “Danny Ric.”

You swallowed. Feeling your face drop no matter how you tried to compose yourself. “Well,” you attempted to respond, not quite knowing how exactly the feeling you carried in that moment, “it must be summer break.” The best you could come up with in attempt to brush it off, even though you knew you couldn’t fool Harriet. She walked over, lifting up your feet and placing them on her lap as she sat beside you. Your focus was solely on the crappy romantic film with overly cheesy couples parading their romance around.

“He looked good,” she sighed which you only reacted to with a shrug refusing to break eye contact with the television. “He asked how you were,” caution was in her voice.

“Good for him,” a curt reply, hoping she’d take a hint. Harriet fidgeted slightly, her stare burning through the side of your head. “He’ll just be visiting his family,” you stated, attempting to sound a little friendlier to break the tension you held.

“Well yeah, I just thought, you know…” Harriet was dancing around the subject and you had a wash of guilt for making her uncomfortable when she hadn’t done anything wrong, she was just trying to protect and warn you he was home for the first time in a long time. Along with the guilt was the relief that you hadn’t joined her on the spontaneous shopping trip, saving yourself from an unexpected run in with the man who broke your heart. “You haven’t seen him since…”

Sitting up you crossed your legs looking at her with a tight-lipped smile, “Sorry, I just… kind of wish my Shawn Mendes prediction was correct right about now,” trying to provide a bit of comic relief to ease the tension you felt. “Did he say anything else?” Your brows furrowed together with a small flutter thinking about him; he’d asked about you but you had a slight hope that perhaps he’d mentioned he missed you or looked sad when he mentioned your name.

Harriet shared how he seemed slightly nervous to talk to her obviously knowing your friendship, how he looked a lot leaner from what she could remember but still in good shape, how he was home to see his family and spend some quiet time before jetting off somewhere. Harriet reeled off a few other details but all you could wonder was how his eyes had looked. Did they look happy or sad? Tired and overworked? That’s how you remembered him mostly looking in your final months together. You could tell everything from his dark eyes that were always sprinkled with a glimmer of his emotions. You suddenly longed to catch a glimpse of him yourself.

“He asked if we were going to Tommy’s party tonight,” bringing your attention back immediately. “I obviously told him that we were because.. we are, right?” Harriet quizzed, that was the plan but did that mean he was going? If Tommy knew he was home then undoubtedly he’d be invited considering the friend group was mostly made up of school friendships spanning over a decade. “He said he wasn’t sure if he should go,” Harriet had a sad look on her face and I couldn’t work out if her sympathy lied with yourself or Dan.

“Why wouldn’t he go?” you questioned; Harriet gave a small shrug with one of her shoulders but we both knew the answer to the question.

++++++

“Ladies,” Tommy extending his arm into his house as you arrived, “here, I’ll take them.” Tommy was a big friendly giant; he wouldn’t hurt a fly but all the time he spent working out on his physique meant he could easily hurt something much bigger than an insect if he so pleased. You handed over the bottles not wanting to turn up empty handed before you began to follow Harriet through the house to voices coming from the back garden. Tommy gently touched your arm earning your attention, Harriet continuing ahead. “You got a minute?” He asked quietly, the daunting fact that Dan could already be in the back garden when you head out there suddenly rose. Harriet had already prepared you with a large gin before you left the house and reeled off some independent women quotes, but you drew the line when she started playing Kelly Clarkson’s Since You Been Gone from the speakers. Granted, all of her support had helped you feel prepared until this very moment.

“It’s fine, Tommy,” shaking your head with a small smile not wanting to create an awkward atmosphere; you certainly did not feel fine but you would be damned to show it. “Harriet bumped into him this morning, it’s fine,” trying to sound as convincing as possible.

“Well, he’s not here just yet and I don’t know if he will be, I just wanted you to know he might, you know,” both you and Tommy noticed your shoulders visibly relax. He’s not here, thank God. “Tell Jonny I’m fetching his beer now, he’s probably complaining of dehydration in the two minutes I’ve been gone, the tosser.” Tommy had a skill of making everybody feel at ease and left you to join the rest of your friends outside to find a predictable Jonny proclaiming he was parched and how ‘you can’t get the service these days’.

Two hours had passed since your arrival and every time a shadow appeared in the doorway to outside you braced yourself for it being Dan but seemingly those who were making the effort to come had already arrived. Selfishly, a part of you felt disappointed he hadn’t turned up. There wasn’t anything you wanted to say, there was no want or need to bash against his toned chest and yell at him until you were crying but to be able to see him and know you’d made it through the worst breakup and show him you were okay would feel like an accomplishment.

You downed your gin balloon and excused yourself from around the fire pit, promising Harriet a refill on your way back from the bathroom. You made your way upstairs to the bathroom, using the mirror to assist you in dabbing a spot of lipstick across your lips where the colour had transferred onto the drink straws and tying your hair back into a low bun, the night’s breeze had picked up slightly and it was looking more dishevelled than earlier before heading into the kitchen to mix another round of drinks.

There was a table that had an array of various bottles on it, searching around for the orange gin you and Harriet had been drinking all night which had seemingly disappeared. Opening the fridge expecting to find it in there chilling, puzzled you shut the door-

“You after this?” The voice from behind made you jump, your hand going to your chest as you spun around to find Dan.

“Hey,” was all you managed to get out as he stood there in front of you for the first time since he’d left you. The perfect Dan cut-out, oversized party shirt, ripped skinny jeans and vans. His skin still had a caramel glow, his curls were a lot shorter than you remembered but his eyes, they hadn’t changed at all. “Erm, yeah. Actually, I was,” you inhaled, the pair of you stood facing each other in silence. An ache in your chest rose just from looking at him, it felt reminiscent of the pain you harboured for months after your break-up. It hurt you that in that moment you couldn’t get a read on him no matter how much you looked into his deep brown eyes. 

He walked over to the cupboard, picked a glass out and filled it with a plentiful amount of orange gin. Watching almost in disbelief he was right here in front of you, the first time in two years. “Excusez-moi,” Dan broke your thoughts, taking a step away from the fridge suddenly not sure where to put yourself you chose to just linger in the silence. “Here,” Dan held out the glass toward you, looking between the glass and his eyes, “Orange gin and lemonade, right?” Dan asked, doubt washing over his face.

“Right, yeah, thanks,” Taking the glass from his hands, you consciously tried to avoid touching his hands in the exchange. Your eyes glanced over his tattoos that sat on his skin, you wondered if he had any new additions and where about they were if he had. You stood in place looking down at the drink in your hands still not knowing what to do. There was a time in your relationship where you almost got his race number permanently inked on your skin, forever grateful that the rational part of your brain kicked in and avoided doing so.

“You look good,” Dan popped the lid off his beer and took a swig. You coyly thanked him for the compliment even though it felt like polite small talk. It felt strange, never having had to make small talk with Dan for as long as you’d known him. 

“Are you making those bloody dri-” Harriet barged through the door to find you both stood facing one another in silence, “oh, heeey,” she drawled out awkwardly. “You know, it’s fine- I’ll just… drink from the pond, you two carry on,” you shot her a look that read what the fuck before she darted back out the kitchen.

You looked up at Dan feeling as though you had reverted back to teenagers getting second-hand embarrassment from your friend in front of a crush, “Well, that’s a new one even for her,” you quipped.

Dan had a smirk on his face, clearly amused by Harriet’s quick entrance and exit.  “Least we know where to find her when she passes out later,” his infectious toothy grin on display, your lips couldn’t help but twitch up into their own smile.

“We were always good at tracking her down in the end,” the sudden nostalgia stung; typically the nights you both had to pick up Harriet and head home were filled of drinking, dancing, kissing, teasing, the touches. You suspected Dan felt the same as his face seemed to solemn as quickly as your own. The tension between you became undeniable; you didn’t know whether to turn and run, pray the world swallowed you whole or spontaneously combust under his gaze.

“Can we talk?” Dan questioned, cutting through the tension with his words. His eyes looking at you pleadingly. You knew ‘the talk’ was inevitable but you didn’t think he’d attempt to have the conversation here and now. Your mouth opened with silence but the shake of your head instinctively answered him. “Please,” he added.

“I just- I don’t think there’s anything to say,” you avoided his eyes knowing you’d crumble under their gaze.

“I disagree,” he countered, “I just think we left it a little… fucked.” Dan swallowed; your heart dropped thinking back to the night. “Not we; me. I did. I… I fucked it.” Your heart swelled at the admission but you couldn’t engage in the conversation without emotions getting involved, emotions you didn’t want Dan to witness right now.

“It was a long time ago,” you attempted to brush it off casually but standing here with him now made it feel like yesterday. Dan nodded slowly and let out a sigh admitting defeat in the current situation, he stepped beside you and head outside to join the group without saying another word. A crushing feeling overcame you. Perhaps two years wasn’t enough time to get over the love of your life after all.

Harriet re-entered the kitchen, assuming she’d seen Dan exit the house without you in tow. You were sipping from your straw from the gin Dan had made for you. “How was the pond water?” You smirked toward her; you wouldn’t let her forget that one for a while. Harriet pulled a face back at you before over exaggerating making her own drink that you’d promised. “Sorry, was kind of caught off guard there,” you acknowledged.

Harriet shared how Dan had arrived whilst you were in the bathroom, how she thought he definitely scanned the fire pit to see if you were here and he’d probably and correctly assumed the empty seat next to her was indeed for you. Apparently she had debated whether to rugby tackle across everyone around the fire pit to try and reach the bathroom before you walked out to him but ultimately decided an article she’d read on exposure therapy would be more beneficial.

“I cannot say I would recommend exposure therapy to everyone in that case,” you rolled your eyes. “He wanted to talk but I managed to avoid it.”

For now, at least.

[yournameoneverypage]

Moon Over Miami

Anon request; Shawn Mendes x (y/n).

~3.1k

Warnings: Language.

~ * ~

You scowled at your overflowing carry on. You really didn’t want to bring something bigger, because that would mean baggage check and waiting at luggage carousels and that was just a headache waiting to happen.

Shawn was stretched across your bed on his back, tossing a tennis ball in the air and catching it again. “(Y/n), it’s Miami and we’re only going to be there for four days,” he chuckled. “You do not need to pack so many clothes.”

“Yes, I do. You’re a boy; you don’t understand.”

“First off, I am not a boy. I am a man, and a very attractive one at that.”

You rolled your eyes. Even if you wholeheartedly agreed, you were not going to stroke his ego.

“At the very least, lose most of the makeup. You’ll just sweat it off anyway. And you know I like you better without all that gunk on your face.”

“It doesn’t matter what you do or don’t like, now does it?” you snarked.

He sat up and leaned back against the pillows at the headboard. “I just meant that you’re already so pretty, naturally.”

Shawn was always finding little ways to compliment you and, secretly, you loved it, even if it made you blush, even if it was hard to believe some days.

“Fine.” You threw your hands up in the air in frustration. “You pack for me then.”

“Fine. I will.” He stood from the bed and poked your side. “So dramatic,” he teased, dancing his fingertips from ribcage to hip.

You gave him a small shove, and quickly moved out of tickling range (he knew where your most sensitive spots were). You stuck your tongue out at him.

“Don’t stick it out unless you intend to use it,” he smirked.

“Ha! You wish,” you giggled.

~ * ~

You and Shawn.

It was...confusing.

You had first met him five months ago and had become a regular fixture in his life over the past three. You were friends, good friends. Good friends who spent a ridiculous amount of time together. Good friends who flirted. A lot.

There were feelings, definitely on your side, growing stronger every day you spent together, and you were starting to believe there were deeper feelings on his side as well.

Other than outright pressing your lips to his, and you had never really been that forward with anyone, you weren’t sure what to do to tip the scales from friendship and flirtation to more.

You could simply tell him you were falling for him and that you wanted to take your relationship to the next level, but that scared you even more than the thought of kissing him.

~ * ~

Fifteen minutes later, Shawn stood smugly beside you. Your bag was packed neatly, and you were happy with everything he chose (not that you would admit that to him), which showed you he knew you better than you thought he did. There was even enough room left over for accessories.

It shouldn’t have surprised you; he was pretty adept at packing, having been on tour so often.

“Shut up,” you mumbled.

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“But you want to.”

Shawn laughed.

You only added two things, just to prove a point.

~ * ~

You may as well have been in Florida with only Brian and Connor for as often as Shawn had been around the first two days.

The trip had started out incredibly.

You took a redeye from LA to Miami. Shawn held your hand during takeoff and landing. It was your first time flying first class; you didn’t care that you slept through most of it.

Shawn had rented a 3-bedroom beachfront bungalow for the long weekend and had ordered a breakfast basket to be waiting for you when you got there. Everyone ate their fill of croissants and muffins and fresh fruit while you sipped your tea and coffee. Afterward you all agreed that a morning nap poolside sounded ideal.

Shawn claimed the double lounger for the two of you. You curled up beside him and he threw a light blanket over both his and your legs. You laid your head on his shoulder and were asleep within minutes.

When you opened your eyes again, after the best nap you may have ever had in your life thus far, Shawn was no longer beside you. You could see him just inside the back door, talking on his phone.

“Hey,” he announced, returning to the patio, after seeing that you, Brian, and Connor had all awoken. “I’m going to catch up with Camila. I’ll text you after lunch; see where you are.”

~ * ~

You didn’t see Shawn again that first day until you were making plans to spend the evening in South Beach for sunset drinks, dinner, and then a pub crawl for even more drinking.

The boys teased you for being such a lightweight. You were blissfully buzzed, which made it easier for you to let your inhibitions go. Shawn was more intoxicated than you were, which made it a lot easier for you to tug him onto the dance floor.

Flush against him while you moved together to the music, fingertips grazing bare skin, it was too easy to forget that you had been upset with him at all.

Spending all afternoon at the Bayside Market in the hot Miami sun, followed by a night of drinking and dancing into the very early hours of the morning had finally caught up with you. By the time you made it back to the bungalow, you were piggyback on Shawn, your sandals dangling from his fingers by the straps.

~ * ~

Day 2 began with three boys nursing hangovers much worse than yours. You did little things to annoy them, on purpose, which was, admittedly, not very nice of you. You knew they’d had enough when they decided to throw you in the pool. When Shawn reached out, laughing, to help you out, you pulled him in instead.

He chased you into one of the corners of the deep end, trapping you between the pool wall and his hard, wet chest, his arms on either side of you. You had to hold onto his biceps to keep yourself afloat, which, from the look in his eyes, was exactly how and where he wanted you.

Your heart was telling you to use this position to your advantage, finally tip those scales, and you might have if it had been the night before when you were a little drunk. Regretfully, you were sober and when you were sober you tended to overthink things. Now that you were sober, he was too close.

You ducked underwater, under his arm, and quickly pulled yourself out of the pool.

~ * ~

Once you were dry and dressed, you dragged Shawn, Connor, and Brian to Wynwood to go on a golf cart tour of the Walls. They had all been to Miami before, more than once, so they had put you in charge of the itinerary.

From Wynwood you made your way to Little Havana.

After a string of late afternoon texts from Camila, Shawn asked if she could join the four of you for dinner. He wanted you to meet her.

They tried their best to be inclusive throughout dinner, and Camila was certainly nice enough, but still you felt like the fifth wheel, the spare, most of the time.

After dinner, Shawn and Camila wandered off together. When it became clear that Shawn wouldn’t be returning to the house with the rest of you, your heart sank. You stewed in your hurt until it became anger.

You understood that Camila was one of Shawn’s best friends, and he hadn’t seen her for a while. You could forgive him for the day before, but this was supposed to be your trip. You, Brian, Connor, and Shawn. D'Artagnan and the Three Musketeers. If all Shawn had wanted to do was hang out with Camila, why had he bothered to invite you at all? You held no grudge against or felt any ill will toward Camila. It wasn’t her fault that Shawn was being a clueless dick.

~ * ~

You were laying on your side, looking out the window of which you forgot to close the blinds. The moon reflected off the still water of the pool that you could see from your room.

You heard the quietest clearing of someone’s throat. You rolled over to see Shawn leaning against the frame of the doorway, bare chested, in soft gray pajama bottoms.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked softly. You couldn’t sleep either, even though you were exhausted.

You really didn’t want to spend the remainder of your time in Miami being angry with him. There were still two days left. You patted the mattress on the empty side of your bed. That was all the invitation he needed.

Shawn crawled into bed beside you, tugged on the open collar of the other half of his pajamas, and chuckled, “Thief.”

“It’s so soft, and it smells like you,” you whispered.

Shawn laid his head on your stomach and you instinctively started to run your fingers through his hair, tugging gently on his curls. You heard him sigh deeply, contentedly, and the next thing you remembered was waking up to the bright morning sun.

~ * ~

You smiled and stretched languidly. Shawn must have made his way back to his own room during the night sometime. You didn’t hear anyone else up and about yet. You decided to surprise the boys by making breakfast.

Brian and Connor stumbled into the kitchen, following the smell of sizzling bacon and strong coffee.

“Is Shawn still sleeping?” you asked.

Connor and Brian exchanged a look. Connor cleared his throat and said, “Shawn isn’t here.”

You didn’t even have to ask where he had gone. Returning to your room you retrieved your phone on the nightstand. You hadn’t bothered to check it when you woke up.

There was a group text from Shawn that read:

Grabbing a workout and then a quick breakfast with Camila. Be back soon.

Brian and Connor were nearly finished eating when Shawn returned, oblivious to what he was walking into. He grabbed a few slices of bacon and sat down to join them at the kitchen island.

“Where’s (y/n)?”

Brian and Connor shook their heads at him. “You can be such a prick sometimes,” Brian said. Both he and Connor then stood and left the room.

Confused, Shawn glanced around and suddenly it all made sense. “Shit,” he said to himself, under his breath.

~ * ~

Shawn stood in your bedroom doorway like he had the night before.

“I’m sorry, (y/n).”

You refused to acknowledge him.

“I didn’t know you were going to make breakfast or I would have been back sooner.”

You wanted to bite at him that he shouldn’t have been gone at all.

You had just pulled on your swimsuit cover up when you turned to him. His eyes snapped from your ass to your eyes. You slipped on your sunglasses, grabbed your beach bag, and said, “Brian, Connor, and I will be on the beach, if you decide you want to join us.” You pushed past him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he replied.

~ * ~

You purposely chose to wear the smallest, sexiest bikini you had with you. It wasn’t one you yourself would have packed but since Shawn had been the one to pack your carry on he must have wanted to see you in it. The day you bought it was a day when you were feeling particularly confident in your body.

By the time Shawn made it down to the beach, he found you in conversation with two young men who weren’t Brian or Connor. You had removed your cover up and stood before them in your tiny white string bikini.

You were laughing at something one of them was saying. Shawn saw you reach out and briefly place your hand on his forearm.

Shawn was unprepared for the surge of violent irritation that nearly overtook him.

He saw you notice him. He bristled when you leaned in and said something in the other man's ear. He watched as you slid the temple tip of your sunglasses between your teeth. He saw you put your hand on your waist and slightly arch your back. He watched as you touched the small pendant of the necklace you were wearing and drew it away from the skin between your breasts.

Shawn hated the way the two men were looking at you. His stomach churned; his muscles tensed; his heart felt too tight in his chest. He couldn't take anymore.

Sidling up beside you, he wrapped his large hand around the nape of your neck, gently yet possessively.

“Oh, hi Shawn,” you said casually, shrugging out of his grip. “Meet my new friends, Chase and Evan.” You smiled at them, fluttering your eyelashes and biting softly on your lower lip.

“Boyfriend?” Chase asked.

“Oh no, Shawn and I are just friends.” You eased closer to Evan and reached out, meaning to touch the bracelet he was wearing, but before you could, Shawn grabbed your wrist.

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” he gritted through a fake smile, pulling you away.

“Let go of me,” you snapped. He did, immediately. He never had nor would he ever do anything to physically hurt you.

Brian and Connor, having seen more than enough, hurried toward you. They made you and Shawn take a step back.

“What the hell is going on?” Connor exclaimed.

“(Y/n) is being childish,” Shawn growled.

Maybe you were, but you were upset, goddamn it. “Me?! Look who’s talking! You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend! You have no claim on me!”

“You’re both being childish!” bit Brian. “And you’re starting to cause a scene. Get over yourselves and fucking talk like adults. If you can’t, walk away,” he admonished.

Shawn ran a hand through his hair and tugged frustratingly on his curls before storming off.

Brian gestured for Connor to stay with you and he followed after Shawn.

“Why did you have to antagonize him?” Connor questioned.

You glared at him. “This is not my fault. Of course you’re on his side.”

“I am on no one’s side. You’re both at fault, and you fucking know it. Yeah, he’s kind of been an asshole, but you didn’t have to flirt with those guys so brazenly right in front of him.” Connor’s voice softened. “You know how he feels about you, (y/n). You should apologize.”

You were thoroughly abashed but still feeling stubborn. You turned on Connor and said, “I will when he does.”

You put your cover up back on, slipped into your sandals, and grabbed your clutch which held your wallet, your eReader, and your phone. You trusted Connor to bring everything else back to the bungalow for you.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“For a walk. I need to be alone.”

~ * ~

The sun was going down when you returned to the house.

When you walked in the door, Shawn, who had been sitting on the edge of the ottoman, stood, and approached you cautiously. He rubbed the back of his neck. “You were starting to worry us,” he said softly.

“I’m sorry. I needed some time to cool off and to think.”

“I’m just glad you’re safe.” His relief was palpable. He stepped even closer to you. “I’m sorry. For how I acted and what I said on the beach. It’s inexcusable.”

“I am, too. I should never have purposely tried to upset you.” You unconsciously reached out and ran your fingertips along the V of Shawn’s t-shirt. “That was the first time we’ve ever fought... I didn’t like it.”

He covered your hand with his, flattening your palm against his heart, which you could feel was beating quite quickly. “Come and have dinner. It’s time to stop thinking and start talking.”

He smirked and began walking backward, hand still over yours.

It was that smirk that set your heart thumping. You followed, curiously, anxiously.

On the back patio was a romantic table set for two, surrounded by tea lights and lit candles.

“Shawn? What’s going on?” you asked, breathlessly.

He crossed to the table and pulled one of the chairs out for you. “Sit, Love. Eat.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“What?” He felt as if his heart might break.

“Too many butterflies.” You softly bit your bottom lip.

“Oh,” he breathed.

“Can we talk first?”

“Of course.”

You walked over to and sat down on the outdoor sectional.

Shawn dropped down beside you with a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I’ve been, well, an asshole seems to be the overall consensus. I shouldn’t have ditched you to spend so much time with Camila.”

“I know you’re close,” you said, “and I know it had been awhile since you’d seen her. I tried to be understanding.”

“No,” he interrupted, “this is on me. This was supposed to be our trip. You, Brian, Connor, and me.”

“D'Artagnan and the Three Musketeers,” you said in unison and you both laughed.

Shawn leaned closer you. “Do you want to know the truth?” he asked, as if it was the greatest secret he held, which, to him, it was. “She was talking me through my feelings for you.” He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “She made it very clear to me that I was ‘estúpido’ for spending time with her instead of the person I should be, for talking through my feelings with her instead of with the one I really needed to talk with.”

“You have feelings for me?” you breathed, feeling your entire body flush, not just your cheeks.

Shawn laughed softly and took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. “It’s not obvious? I was jealous of those other guys because I want to be the boyfriend. I want the right to call you mine... I’m falling in love with you, (y/n). Which is insane since we haven’t even kissed yet. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to; every time I see you I want to kiss you.”

Without warning, you pressed your lips to his. It took him not even a moment to respond, pulling you onto his lap and cupping your face. Kissing Shawn was even better than you had ever imagined it would be.

When finally you eased away from him, breathless, you confessed, “I’m falling in love with you too, Shawn. I want you to be mine. I want to be only yours.”

“Does that mean I can kiss you whenever I want to?” he whispered, grinning happily.

“Over and over and over again,” you breathed.

His lips once more met yours. Your hands encircled the nape of his neck. Tender and unhurried turned deep and delicious.

Your lips left his with an audible ‘aʘa’ and you giggled. “Can we eat now? I’m starving.”

Shawn’s answering laugh, rich and lightsome, was everything.

~ * ~

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Now I'm fallin' in faster ,This could be a disaster

Robby Keene x Doug Rickenberger

Song inspired one-shot

For @shortkingkeene , for making you wait for the other ones.

🎶This could be a disaster, there's so many factors🎶

There was 3 things that everyone knew in school ; School is Hell, Do the opposite of what you been told, And do not date Robby Keene.

That was a heartbreak everyone should avoid.

The guy had a reputation. Never went away and it lingered. This is where the ‘Do the opposite’ part goes, because even warned , The brave one’s still wanted .

No one’s to blame, the guy was practically an angel . With dark blonde wavy hair that curled against his ears, green shiny eyes , a cute nose and a sickenly sweet smile that made his face shine.

And a body built with muscles. To add to the package a heart of gold. Surprisingly no wings.

Yet, he had a huge warning sign above his head , In bed bold letters- Disaster.

Robby known relationships could be counted with one hand. Dated Sam LaRusso, the school sweetheart. It crashed and burn a few months in.

Next was Tory Nichols , schools bad girl. He went from preppy to bad boy image quickly. Although it was similar to what he wore before he dated LaRusso.

Lasted a good run , Until Nichols discovered she wasn’t into guys. Their love was real and is still alive but platonic now.

Rumored to had a fling with Hawk, Miguel’s best friend , That ended in a month when finally Eli and Demetri gotten their shit together. Robby nor Eli had confirmed or denied. Rumored that he hooked up with Miguel.

It was also rumored that he was dating an older rich man, but turned out it was his dad’s boyfriend not his. Yasmine cleared the air on that , after all, she was the one that started it.

And lastly was Shawn . Maybe that was the last strike that made Robby unmatchable.

Met in summer break and fell in love in the sunny days. Robby didn’t not have a smile in those months. He met the family , got close to Shawn’s little brother . And in between Robby was imagining a future .

Amongst the teenager gossiped about them , wondering when they would run off and leave , that was how deep Robby was in love , everyone could see.

Even a blind person could sense it.

Then summer was over and school began, and the future the blonde created in his mind was melted away by the sun.

He got back on his feet with a heavy heart and with the help of his friends—His Exes. The girls and boys flocked towards the now handsome guy, promising Robby to fulfill and nurture his broken heart.

And boy, did the world had a uno reverse card for them.

With time , the guy began dating. And only that.

The people who went on dates with Keene only came out with broken hearts. No relationship got out of this silly dates. It was like no one was worthy .

Again, it didn’t stop anyone.

Rickenberger didn’t see the appeal.Don’t get him wrong , the guy was hot but getting his heart crushed wasn’t as thrilling to him like it was for others.

Like a forbidden fruit. But the guy wasn’t stupid to try, why do the impossible. He did his best to turn the other ear whenever he heard people talking about the boy.

They never interacted or spoken before. Even when they had mutual friends, he kept it that way - He doesn’t want to be swept off by those “Prince Charming eyes” . The girls had not gotten creative. They shared one class together, but Rickenberger is usually trying to make something out of his paper.

He was hanging around with the guys when a name was brought that caught his attention.

Hawk and Miguel were talking about the new girl , Heather, who was hot and had a great personality . Not an ounce of shallow. It was rare these days to find a girl like that. Heather had managed to get Robby take her on a date , It was like their 8th one .

Doug finds out in Monday from Tory , Why Heather looked like a weeping mess ; raccoon eyes with runny mascara, red stuffy nose and dressed like a homeless person—Turns out there won’t be 9th date. He made a tsk sound and went back to his paper airplane, Tory accepts the cash gleefully that Hawk is handing her way, losing another bet.

In art class , everyone paired up to do a assignment . Robby and Rickenberger got paired up. Robby did most of the work , more at ease in his own craft while Rickenberger just followed the blondes orders.

They didn’t make small talk.Both were fine with that.

Then the cupcake stand happened.

🎶Like, what if you freak out and then we're losin' it all 🎶

Robby and Kenny still kept in touch and their friendship was still strong. Robby didn’t have the strength to put the kid behind along with his past.

Kenny was raising money for the animal shelter to give them better homes , Robby agreed to help immediately after he jokingly refused to.

The sells went up quickly . It had nothing to do with Robby giving out his number and selling his prize winning smile.

Kenny was close to his goal he just needed a bit more, like 100 buck more or less. They had cupcakes left but they were not counting on snotty brat kids that went with Kenny to wreck and destroy their stand.

Robby had left and he came back to see Kenny kicking the shit out of the remaking boy that hadn’t run away left.

Cupcake and frosting scatter and smeared on the concrete .

“ You okay ?” Robby rushed to Kenny and inspected to head to toe for any injuries.

“I’m fine. But our stand didn’t have the same luck. What am I going to do ?”

Robby felt his heart break for the dejected look on the kid. Kenny was so proud raising the money and there was no chance in hell , he was not going to let him down.

“Don’t worry . I’ll fix this. “ Robby said softly , extend his hand on the kids shoulder . Tapping it gently to get his attention .

“I promise.” Kenny smiled , it was faint but he was smiling at Robby.It made Robby heart break with how much the kid looks up to him and Robby gave his word to never hurt or leave Kenny. The boy didn’t deserve it, no kid does.

“We still have the last batch . We raise up the price and see where we go from there.” Robby knew it still wouldn’t be enough but he would figure it out.

They sold a couple , and ate to cheer up , but there was still a missing gap on cash. Robby wrecked his brain trying to come with an idea .

He couldn’t ask Mr.LaRusso again. He didn’t think the older man wanted to waste his cash on cupcakes again.

Kenny had to go home for dinner. Robby stayed , he had a promise to fulfill . The sun was setting in , the clouds were painted with pink and blues and a smidge of purple.

Like cotton candy.

Whipping out his busted phone to take a picture , ready to capture it when he stills for a second. A group of kids came out, ruining his view.

Wealthy kids. And one in particular he recognized , the tallest one wearing his red signature hoodie . It’s not his proudest moments but he had to get the remaining money and who else to force , not threaten , to buy some mediocre cupcakes .

“Hey!”

They swivel their heads , looking confused or like caught in the act of doing something bad. Robby pauses, rattling his brain to remember the guys name.

He can’t really just scream, red sweater, or can he? “Rrrrrr-uh, Ricardo !” Robby winces when they laugh , he makes a guess that he didn’t got the name right.

“Ricardo don’t be rude , the guy is calling you.” The guy with dreads snickered along with the rest of them , pushing the boy forward.

The guy takes his sweet ass time to come over. Once he is standing in front of him, he inclines his chin up in question.

“You got cash on you.”Robby goes straight to the point. It wasn’t quite a question nor a statement , it was in the middle.

“No.”He said dryly with a stone cold face.

“I know you do , Reese . I need a favor.”Robby knew Hawk’s type of friends , he hangout with people that lived in the suburbs and the stupid white picket fence.

“You don’t even know my name and your asking for money. “ The guy turns around to check if his friends are still waiting.

“I’m friends with your friend Hawk. So that makes us friends , and friends help each other.” He finishes with his best winning smile.

“Yeah, you can keep Hawk. “ ‘Ricardo’ gave him a mocking smile for a second , then letting it drop.

“Dude , I just need a couple bucks. I’ll pay it back.” Robby pleaded but ‘Ricardo’ wasn’t budging.

“Love to help but…” ‘Ricardo’ tried to leave but Robby surged , took hold of his arm and twisted his wrist to make him stay.

“Ow!” ‘Ricardo’ looked at like he was crazy, and Robby couldn’t blame him.

“Man, I’m asking kindly-“

“Your twisting my arm.”’Ricardo’ pointedly said as he interrupts him. Robby continued with his kind speech.

“Let me borrow some cash and —“Robby paused trying to think of something bargain. The guy winced every second , he felt bad but he got important matters to solve.

“I will go on a date with you!”

“No thanks. I’d rather bite my own arm off.” Robby tried no take offense on that since there was a chance that he was lying . The guy huffed when he realize Robby was not planning to let him go. Robby bet he wasn’t expecting him to be more stronger than him.

“How much ?” Ricardo gritted his teeth not overly fond to give his money away.

“100 please.” He said politely .Robby had manners , he even offered a head tilt that was proven to make everyone weak. Tory called it ‘puppy tilt’.

“100 !? Im not a bank!”Ricardo eyes widen , maybe he was immune to the head tilt.

“But you got it don’t ya big boy.”

“Here.” In exchange Robby gave him the left over cupcakes including with the cheap tray . The guy just look at them like he has never seen a cupcake before.

“What am I supposed to with these.”Ricardo asked , still a bit astound the boy had managed to convince him to give him the money.

“Eat ‘em . Throw ‘em . I dunno .”Robby shrugged and shooed him away wanting to pack up and leave . Kenny is going to be so happy. He glanced over to red hoodie boy walk away without looking back.

This damn cupcakes started this whole mess. Rickenberger left with his friends and Robby skipped in glee to Kenny’s house to give the money.

Life went on except for Doug. He can’t look at a cupcake without it reminding him of Robby. In school subconsciously his eyes looked for the guy. It went to the degree that he found himself doodling Robbys name like a girl.

He put brakes on that. He can’t have that happening. He won’t have to deal with him anymore.

🎶At the critical chapter where I say, "I love you"

And you don't say it after🎶

Robby never lost faith in love. He was born with a big heart , even if it had its consequences . One being getting his heart broken. Robby had loved and lost but he never regretted one of his relationships.

Maybe that week that is never to be talked about again. It was his lowest .

There was so many failed relationship at attempt of happiness that one can take that would lead them into… insecurities.

Robby overthought every possibility that could go wrong. Or what could lead them wrong .One of his many dates for example.

Connie was Robby first attempt of dating . She had nice shiny straight blonde hair , smelled like strawberries and wore cute cardigans. Their date was going well, she said the right words, blushed when Robby would grab her hand and Connie was down to earth.

Connie also invited him over to her house, No sights of parents , A sign of alone time. Connie’s room was the reflection of her , except Robby didn’t expect the creepy dolls . It wasn’t a few. Her bed wasn’t filled of stuffed animals and pink duvet. It was just creepy ass dolls.

Robby couldn’t concentrate a single word that came out of Connie pink glossed lips. Tiny beaded eyes stared holes at the back, side and front of his head.

Robby flees when she started talking about them like they were real. Connie misinterpreted his horrified look into ‘Oh they look captivating’; Which was not the case. She was nice but not enough to see himself dating her. And her creepy old dolls.

It wouldn’t worked out in the long run. At one point he would’ve burn the creepy dolls for the sake of his protection and Connie would dump him ignoring his constant apologies for burning generations of porcelain dolls. And he wasn’t planning to traumatized his kids with the ancient dolls.

Tom seemed worthy in the beginning but the end came way too quickly. Blonde , green eyes and boyish smile. Good kisser and smart. Too smart , the kind that corrects your grammar, not in a cute way . A big ego too. The last date was a picnic , Tom complained about staining his jeans. He was boring , No he did not want to know about his family tree. At last , The guy whipped out a guitar and started serenading him.

Images popped into Robby’s mind and down the line , Robby wasn’t so sure being Tom’s boyfriend was the right choice for him. Unless he wants his ears to bleed every time the guy tries to sing.Looking down further being a trophy husband was good but not for Tom , So Robby chugged his drink and sprung out of his spot and grabbed the guitar .

Tom wasn’t complaining about the grass stains anymore . Robby felt bad for the guitar.

Caleb was a laidback guy . A boy that love his friends, skateboards and weed. It was fun at first , late night dates that consisted of skateboarding , joints and late night munchies. Except Caleb told him ‘I love you’ way too quick , Suddenly the smoke intensified , like they flipped the switch to a smoke machine, Caleb’s friends voices sounded louder and felt like they started kicking his seat . Robby coughed and coughed . The stupid broken door wouldn’t open the window .

“Robby?Babe?” Caleb dazed eyes look at him concerned . In seeing Robby trying for the door, he unlocked it . His friends stood quiet.

Robby pushed the door open , crawled on the ground , the cement floor scratching his palms , the scene disappeared now putting distance between him and Caleb .

“I got to go. Bye .” Robby waved them off , the three guys dumbly watched Robby leave with a coughing fit. Robby’s dream of having a Sk&ter boi like Avril Levine was a discarded.

Tiffany was a kind girl. His daddy issues came to play and almost got himself another father figure to look up because Tiffany’s dad was there. He spent talking way more with Mr. Harrington than Tiffany. The man only glared at him when he made any attempt to touch his daughters hand.

The auburn girl didn’t even spoke one word towards him. Robby could picture it already , falling in love with the auburn haired girl , the way the sun would set in her eyes , the way she would throw her head back to laugh at him for not being good enough and Mr. Harrington in the background because he is basically part of the relationship.

Mr. Harrington payed the check . What a kind man. Both mutually ignored each other after that. He wondered if Mr,Harrington went to all his daughter dates .

Then there was Venus . She was 5 inches taller than him, had that dark grunge aesthetic going for her, had a couple piercings. Eyebrows, Nose , lips , tongue and ears.

Robby liked her a lot . They painted each other’s nails . Talked shit about pretentious students and the asshole teachers that walked around with a stick up their asses. Shared playlist and her clothes. He listened to her talk about crystals, energy, and auras . It vaguely reminded him of Moon. He liked that she called pretty whenever he wore her skirts .But.

It took a downhill when Venus took him to the graveyard for a date . Candles and tarot cards . The goosebumps were a big red flag for him. She giggled when he admitted that he was scared. Robby wasn’t a big fan of that date or after that one. Robby likes to locked that day away in the back of his brain with 12 locks and a vault..

He wants his souls for the rest of his life, thank you very much. Robby knew if he ever did the girl wrong he would be sacrificed .

He says hi to her in the hallways even if she keeps giving him the middle finger and tells him to burn in hell.

Tory told him that he overthought every tiny thing and made into a big thing that made him restless. He would create the factors of the downfall of a relationship that haven’t even begun .

Robby disagreed . His countless dates were all lovely , but they had different expectations. And If anyone would ask , he bet they would all agree. Except Heather, it’s still too fresh.

He put a pause on his love life for now after going out with Heather. There was nothing wrong with the girl. She was hot, showed interest in his friends , funny, intelligent , and perfect.

Perfect didn’t go well with imperfections.

Robby honestly didn’t think he wanted to pay a first class ticket to that downfall. He thought about it, evaluated and came to a conclusion that he didn’t have time for relationship .

It was his senior year and he wanted to try his best this year and graduate. The slap stung his cheek but he forgave Heather when she burst out into tears.

Robby wanted love out of his head. So that’s what he did, woke up, go to school , hang out with Tory and go to sleep.

Then he is reminded of his payment. Kenny texted him and sent him pictures of the cute dogs , thanked for his enormous help.

Right, he owes the red hoodie guy 100 bucks .

🎶 This could be a disaster, I'm pedaling backwards🎶

“Ronnie, how are you today my friend!” Robby claps the guys back in a friendly gesture but by the way the guy pulled back , it had the opposite effect.

“Friends know their names.” Ronnie said dryly, Robby wondered if the guy is ever happy.

“Of course. I came by to tell you that I haven’t forgotten about the other day when you helped me—“Robby is cut off , and the guy doesn’t look to be in a good mood.

“You forced me to. If I recall correctly.”

“I didn’t put that much pressure.”

Doug brought his hand , showing a faint bruise around the wrist. It was faint colors of green and yellow, barely there.

“I’m sorry, how about I make it up to you. That catches your attention.” Robby smiled seeing him perk up . Finally. Being a robot is scratched off his list.

“You paying back my 100.” Rickenberger look down at the blonde waiting for the green but instead he got a cheeky smile. That didn’t set well with him.

“Give me your number. “

“Actually forget it. I don’t want it back.” He shuts his locker and head the opposite direction . Ignoring the blonde screaming a random name. He didn’t even feel a twinge of guilt.

🎶By saying that I'm drunk, I really shouldn't have called🎶

Pick me up at 7:00 sharp

Doug wasn’t sure why the hell he gave his number. The blonde didn’t even gave him his address. Another text comes after it. Why he got into his car and drove 5 minutes early to be on time.

He doesn’t know either.

🎶Now I’m falling in faster 🎶

Golf ‘N Stuff is a common place to go on a date, bring the family to play games, have fun with your friends winning as many tickets to win a prize. From a fun size eraser, rainbow slinky or a huge ass stuffed animal.

So here was Rickenberger and Robby playing mini golf , Robby was actually playing, Rickenberger was just awkwardly standing there wanting to walk out of the place.

“Do you plan to just stand there or are you going to shoot your shot.” Robby huffed at the awkward guy, he was playing by himself and it wasn’t that fun.

“I don’t understand what I’m doing here.” Rickenberger pursue his lips and look over his shoulder hearing a kid scream way too loud.

“Well, you grab your stick and hit this tiny white ball and try to shoot-

“I mean, what am i doing in this place.” Rickenberger said with a hint of exasperation .

“You like to cut me off don’t ya. Your parents didn’t show you manners” He says jokingly seeing if he could at least make the guy laugh or chuckle the least.Robby juts out his hip and looks at the side profile of the tall guy. He has not once looked at him.

“Sorry .” Ronnie didn’t sound sorry at all.neither his face looked remotely apologetic.

“We are here to have fun. Your lucky to score a date with me, Ronnie.” Robby spreads his hands almost hitting a woman in the face . He quickly mutters ‘sorry’ .

“Are you ever going to learn my name?”For the first time in that night, Rickenberger looked at Robby, who stood there , hand on his hip and a lifted brow. Looking at him disbelief.

Robby indeed knew his name but at this point it was like instinct to call him whatever comes to mind.He asked Tory , and explained why he liked to go by his last name.

“Are you going to play with me?”Robby asked , tilting his head aside trying to goad the boy to play . Robby realized how that sounded but it flew past over Ronnie’s head.

With a deep sigh coming from the tall boy and pointedly Ignoring the blondes huge smile and got in position .

They played a few rounds , Rickenberger sucked at mini golf and Robby got overexcited a few times. At one point , Robby stood behind the guy and placed his arms around him to fix his stance and stood on his tippy-toes to look over Rickenbergers shoulder.

Doug sighed for the 100th time.Not lying , Robby counted. “I’m never getting my money back aren’t I?” His voice sounded pained at the realization .

Robby couldn’t suppress his laugh, he founded funny how defeated he sounded. Pulling away, he pushed the tall boy who stumbled catching him off guard.

The least to say, Rickenberger didn’t have a good time.

🎶This could be a disaster🎶

Robby intended to pay back the money by going on dates. He didn’t think much of it. He could tell the guy wasn’t into him or had any interest before . And Robby didn’t have to worry about the guy liking him leading to spiral.

Robby was safe.

The guy was hard to crack. Always carried himself with that stone cold face and never offered a word out of curtesy. Didn’t laugh at Robby jokes , once in awhile he would slip and let out a smile, which did wonders. Robby mention once that he should try smiling more , he got shoved , gently, to the side.

Tory prodded him with millions of questions with his new sudden friend. Robby didn’t understand why she and Sam couldn’t understand that he was going on dates platonically to pay a debt. Which they never offered to help,How rude of them .

🎶Is it purely platonic to call me, like, every night?🎶

Robby and Rickenberger had gone to a bunch of dates and Robby had already picked his favorite ones , Subconsciously

Robby planned to take ‘Rhodes’ to a hike . Robby was not particularly fond on that idea but Eli’s mentioned his friend likes to do sports . Robby first idea was to play soccer but he didn’t want to crush the guy egos that quickly.

A hike it was. To the spot Daniel took him and his Dad , it had a great view that was just breathtaking. Maybe it would make ‘Russ’ speak other than ; Yes , No, Whatever , Fine , Don’t pinch me, Stop throwing that at me .

Rickenberger didn’t looked opposed to the his idea , didn’t even make a fuss when Robby made him make a stop at the grocery store. They needed snacks to bring his sugar level up after a tedious long walk.

Except they never ended up going to that hike nor left the store . There was a those claw machine games with fluffy stuffed animals. He kept on losing and wasted all the money he had on him including his money for the snacks.

His wallet is a dollar at being empty Maybe he should asked for a loaner to his date.

“Maybe we should head out. We have been here for hours.”Speaking of the devil,He sighed like he was miserable. It was his 25th sigh, Robby was keeping count. He bets that’s what is throwing him off.

“It has not been hours .” Robby side glance at his wrist , there was no watch but it hadn’t felt like hours but 30 minutes .

“It’s about to be 7.” Rickenberger scratched his head , and crossed his feet as he was inclined to the wall.

“A.M?”

“No.”

“Then we are in the clear.”

Rickenberger sighed deeply and reclined against the wall again. He tried to avoid looking at the blonde but his eyes went to the random strangers, the cash register , and then to the pink tongue that was sticking out of Robby’s lips in concentration.

His eyebrows were furrowed and his green eyes seemed like they were to pop off with how wide they were. He looked at the machine, the claw had gripped a giraffe but it was slipping . Rickenberger turned to look at his watch, then to the security guard and then to Robby.

Clenching his jaw, he walks away and heads to the lady who looked at him in surprise to seem him here still.

He hears Robby shout in frustration and throws a fit. He thanks the woman for changing his bill. Robby is on the floor , head on his knees, mumbles “The machine is rigged.”

“Maybe.” He offers a dollar under Robby’s fingertips. Robby loses again .

“I have to win.” Robby shakes Rickenberger in frustration. His green eyes looking a bit crazy.

“How about you go take a breather and buy something. Here.” Rickenberger pushes him off of him. Robby agrees easily and tells him he will be right back . He hopes he doesn’t .

Doug takes a look at the machine and at the exit . He hates himself , he really does because instead of ditching the crazy maniac he begins to play.

He loses 5 dollars until he succeeds. Robby screams and jumps in his arms and in the excitement , Rickenberger spins him and laughs and Robby start to chant “We won , we won.”

They kicked them out after winning a frog, one sheep , a deer and the blue teddy bear and two empty wallets.

Rickenberger try his hardest to hide his smile when Robby aligns them and sing we are the champions. He never ask about the stuffed animals whereabouts, he sees them again in Robby’s room like trophy’s and he swallows down his heart that tries to jump out.

🎶 You know Ashley(Tory) believes that there's somethin' between you and I🎶

They hadn’t planned to meet up at the park. Robby was hanging out with Demetri and Eli at the new comic store that Ei wanted to check out. After leaving the store, they walked hand in hand , Except Robby. He walked slower to get behind them already feeling like a third wheeler or worse, Robby eyes widen when he sees someone familiar .

Rickenberger was with a girl . Dark skin and chestnut hair. Maybe he was on a date? Robby was going to continue walking but he changed his mind as he watched Rickenberger and the girl went their supérate way. He bid his goodbye to the couple and ran to the guy.

“Is my date going out with somebody else.” Robby hoped the guy couldn’t tell he was slightly out of breath.

“Are you following me ?” Rickenberger lift his brow in question , not even feeling weirded out by the short male presence . He has gotten use to it by now.

“Your not that lucky, Ruddy.”Robby rolled his eyes and began walking in a random direction.

“You won’t hurt my feelings if you are.” Robby looked at the guy who was shaking his head. Something in him wanted to know desperately , but he passed it off as a friend wanting know about his friend love life.

“Promise ?” Rickenberger plays along but doesn’t look like he will say anything that Robby wants to hear. Always avoiding .

“I’ll do you one better, I give you my word.”Robby pulls his arm to stop him from walking , and chuckles at the guy confused face.

“Isn’t it the same thing?”Rickenberger looks down at him , not making any attempt to pull the latter arm away.

“Not to me. Promises get broken. I , by given you my words speaks character about me if fail. And I am a man of his word “ Robby explained , the boy nodded taking in the information. Rickenberger felt sad for the blonde , he wonder how many people broke their promises to him.

It got a-bit serious so he decided to cut it.

“A short one for that .” He places his palm on top of Robby’s head , who smacks it off making him chuckle.

“ Did you ever consider that I might not be too short but you and everyone are too tall.”Robby huffed , he was average height not short .He was not ashamed and he is not getting a rise out of him.

“Only short people say that.” Rickenberger smirks and ditches the blond.

Robby scoffs at ‘Ruddy’ , who walked away like he had the last word. Robby jumps on his back , making the latter almost trip.

“Get off of me.” Ruddy grunted .

“No! since your all about bragging might as well offer your services.” Robby tighten his legs and crossed his ankles.

“Get off or I will throw your ass on the floor.” Rickenberger threaten , but his hands grabbed Robby’s legs to grip them.

“I will like to see you try.” Ruddy squeeze his knee and threw his head back laughing when he felt his ear being bitten back but being careful not knock his with the blonde. They walked aimlessly the park , Rickenberger obviously not putting any input into the conversation , Robby gave up and started singing which the latter complain at the end of the song.

Unknown to Robby, Rickenberger kept smiling finding it cute how Robby couldn’t finish a song and would jump to a different one.

They stopped to sit under a big tree that had the most shade . They found a book that someone must’ve left behind. Robby checked if it had any name or phone number but no luck.

“Read to me.” Pushed the book to Rickenberger but he pushed it back to his.

“I can’t read.” Robby squinted at him for the obvious lie but let him get away with it this time and opened the book.

“Once upon a time there was big giant giraffe who always looked grumpy and never laughed at his friends hilarious jokes—“

“Is this one of them.” Rickenberger opened his eyes and pinched his wrist.

“Is it hilarious?”Robby throws back with a pout .

He tries to turn away quickly to hide his smile but Robby giggle tell him he failed . They both leaned against the tree, shoulder to shoulder, their heads incline to each other.

“Chapter one , When I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house, I had only two things on my mind: Paul Newman and a ride home.” Robby began , Rickenberger listen to every word he voiced out and solely focus on the warm velvet voice.

By the time the sun went down , less people were around and into chapter 5, Robby head rested on Rickenbergers lap as he read and somewhere along the time , Rickenbergers hand found it’s way to Robby’s hair . It made Robby feel cloudy, he really liked it.

Every time Rickenberger stopped , Robby whined , and then he continue once again.

🎶But if I'm readin' it wrong, man, it'd be better off if I died, oh🎶

Changes began. ‘Ricky’ talked more , smiled and even smirk, which really was a sight. Robby found it funny how the roles had reverse now he had to shut the boy up. Tory joked once to shut him up with a kiss , he tried to suffocate her with a pillow and called her crazy. Later that night , he thought about it and blushed down to his chest.

He slapped himself for reacting like that.

They would talk in the hallways , read in the park, and went back to play at the supermarket . Robby had added to his collection four more stuffies and one big teddy, he named it Tanner , it was a soft honey brown colored bear with green eyes.

It sat proudly at the center of his twin sized bed , it was his favorite , it was Robby’s dollar but is was Rickenbergers skill that won it. They won together . The guy always acted all shy and flustered whenever he entered his room , Robby takes it up further and proudly shows off Tanner.

In bed he felt bored , he cuddled Tanner closer , Tory cancelled her plans with him having to take care of her brother.He offered his help but she passed on it something about Sam going over.

He got up from bed and went to check on his dad that was making so much noise. He recline against the door , Tanner on his arms, His dad was trying on different dress shirts.

“Are you going out ?”

“Taking Daniel to that new Mexican restaurant that he found and been nagging me to take him.” His dad complain but his voice sounded anything but annoyed.

“Is it the one that inaugurated like two weeks ago.” Robby fiddled with the bottles on the nightstand.

“I see he’s been talking your ear off.”

“He loves to talk.” His dad looked at him with a fond grin.

“He loves to talk.”Robby repeats because it was true but they both love Daniel even if he talked for hours.

As he waved goodbye to his dad and Daniel , he closed the door and wander back to his room. With a huff he fell back to his bed. Robby pets Tanner one more time and leaves him on the bed , grabbed his phone and send a text .

An hour later he’s outside of a 7-Eleven , High off his ass thanks to Caleb, the guy was a good dealer. He was hanging out with him while waiting for Rickenberger to arrive.

The guy isn’t so happy to see him high . For a second Robby thought he left but he had just went to buy him a slushie and Oreos to sober him up.

It didn’t . Or maybe he just wanted to buy him Oreos because he knows Robby loves them, A whisper echoed . His high-self likes that idea.

He skates around the empty parking lot . He pauses to shove the last 3 cookies into his mouth and picks up his foot off the ground again.

“You look like a chipmunk .” ‘Ricky’ blurts out as he sat on the sidewalk.

“I thought you said I looked like a puppy?”Robby quickly says not wanting the cookies come out flying out of his mouth.

“I meant with your cheeks puffed out and full.” He points a finger in his direction but not specific making Robby foggy brain think somewhere else.

Robby tries to look back at his ass and back to him with a scandalized look, “No one has ever told me my ass was big in that way.”

“Not your ass , Robby. Up here.” Robby for the first time was seeing Rickenberger blush. It surprised him.So much that he fell on his ass.

“You okay?” Rickenberger is quick on his feet and rushes over to him.

“Ricky, help me up.” Robby whines , his run his hand over his backside that took the blow.“I think I broke my leg, no, two legs, I need a ambulance.” He dramatically continues but Rickenberger wasn’t having it.

“Stop being a baby .” He pulls him up to stand on his two perfectly fine legsand is stunned when Robby wraps his arms around his waist and plants his face in his chest. He had his arms hanging by his side , having no clue what to do.

“For someone who doesn’t bother my name , has gotten quite comfy with me.” He huffs fondly and looks around the parking lot .

“Iknowyourname.”Robby mumbles incoherently, he repeats it again.

“Huh.”

“Big giant giraffe .” There was no reason for Robby to laugh way too loud at that but then again there was no reason for Rickenberger to smile that big either.

They stay a bit longer , Robby ended up teaching him how to skate , They exchange stories of the dates they had , Robby tries not to take great offense on how loud the other laughs. The changed the topic to random shit.

“I’m a rom-com guy.” Robby confess not feeling embarrassed .

“What’s your favorite one.” Rickenberger ask genuinely , he knocks his knee to Robby’s . They sat on the cold sidewalk , their shoes planted on the skateboard moving it left to right.

“Laugh and I will hit you with my skatebored. “ Robby threatens .

“I promise.”

“Dirty Dancing.”Robby smacks his shoulder and pinches his arm “See , you broke it. I’ll let you know that movie is an icon and a masterpiece unlike your favorite movie”

“Sorry, Sorry, is that the reason Tory calls you Swayze .” Rickenberger takes a hold of Robby’s wrist and trying not keep on laughing.

“No but it’s one of the reasons. If you laugh this time I will hit you.” Robby warns again but the guy raised his hands in defense with that sly smile.

“I give you my word.” With those it makes Robby shyly smile .

“My mom thought it would be a great idea to give me that middle name. She was a big fan.” Robby waits for him to laugh but he just smiles and gives him a look that he can’t read.

“Robby Swayze Keene. It has a nice ring to it.”

“Of course it does.” Robby grins and puff his chest out playfully.

“Can you pull any moves like Swayze .”Rickenberger teases making Robby chuckle.

“I don’t know can you move your hips like Baby?” He challenges the dark haired boy who is now looking bashful.

“Unfortunately I have two left feet.”

“I want to see”

“If you want your feet intact , you really don’t.” Rickenberger warns but it was no use.

Robby pull his arm to get him up with a bit more effort . Reluctantly , Rickenberger gives in and lets Robby guide him and does a semi decent job not to crush the blondes foot but he so bad at it that Robby laughs so hard he almost pukes over his hoodie.

Peering down at Robby , and staring into the green eyes , he’s at loss of words . Meanwhile Robby is having inner turmoil at if he wants to kiss him or push him away.

He decides to lean up and kiss his chin and say , “You suck at dancing , Rickenberger.”

Rickenberger shouldn’t have been grinning that hard just because Robby had finally said his name. Not to mention how flushed he probably looks by the tiny soft peck .

🎶And if you're readin' the text all night long🎶

Robby never thought or imagined he would find himself with Rickenberger in a burger joint …with his dad.

There was a shift in their ‘friendship’. Something that Robby didn’t know if he should be worried about, It was small things but he had picked them up.

There was no awkwardness . They hugged often , spent more time in school and out of school; Robby had introduced the guy to his friends . Robby met Rickenbergers family , who were lovely and kind .

One time they held hands at the park , Rickenberger blushing became a thing , Robby wasn’t far behind either.

Robby had invited Rickenberger over to read , since it rained they couldn’t go to the park like they usually did . They were practically cuddling when his Dad came to his room. Robby tried to explain to him that they were just friends there was no need for Johnny to give the poor guy a shovel talk.

“What’s your name kid.” His dad asked with a bite in his tone.

“Rickenberger.” The por guys voice quivered .

“That’s his name?”

“It’s Doug but everyone calls him by his last name.” Robby explains , he gives Rickenberger a weird look because the guy was looking at him in surprise. Guess he wasn’t expecting to know his name. Which it was fair , he would call him anything but his name , but it was like a inside joke between them.

“Okay then , so what are your intentions with my son?” It drained the color of Dougs face .

“Dad!”

The poor guy didn’t even want to eat , he kept looking like scared child and Robby felt bad but he was enjoying it seeing him squirm . It was more funny when dad invited him to dinner but this time with Daniel .

Robby had a field day having his dad and Daniel grill the guy. Daniel was more gentle unlike his Dad that had no filter and stern. Midway it was going well until movies became the subject . It was his fault, he should’ve warned Doug that Top Gun was not to be mentioned in the earshot of his dad.

Doug had to sit there, looking like he was about die and was regretting even meeting Robby, as Johnny ranted how Iron Eagle is more better and superior than Top Gun.

Least to say , Doug didn’t want to stay for dessert.

“Sorry about my family. Dad can be intimidating.” Robby walked him to the door .

“A little heads up would’ve been great. If I thought Tory’s little talk was bad this took the cake.” Doug rubbed the back of his neck still feeling anxious. He learned his lesson.

“Again , sorry, are you sure you don’t want to stay for dessert. It’s cake.” Robby grabbed his hand and giving it a squeeze.

“ No , I don’t think I could handle your dad’s deathly glare across the table as I choke on cake.” He squeezes back and pulls him closer. Robby goes along easily.

“Even if I hold your hand.” Robby brings their interlaced hand between them.

“As tempting as that sounds , I’m going to pass .”

“Your loss.”

“Put in a good word for me , Robby.” Doug tipped Robby’s chin with his finger . It felt like something stickily warm melt throughout his chest in the way he said his name.

“Bye.” Robby waits until he can no longer see him to close the door. He stays there for a second , touching his chin and not realizing he is smiling like a dumb fool. Daniel and Johnny share a knowing look between them as they watched Robby break out every second as he ate his slice of chocolate cake.

Robby rubs his chest all night to get rid of the flush and the feeling . It was his name , it was nothing special. But… Robby

🎶This could be a disaster, there's so many factors🎶

Doug couldn’t believed he was lost. Not metaphorically , he was literally lost , to make it worse , in the woods . It was dark and couldn’t see jack shit. Their phones had died an hour ago.

His watch read it was 11:00 but he was sure he read that two hours ago. He was tired of walking in circles. You heard him right, he , and only him.

Robby had tripped over a branch and fell and hurt his knee. He couldn’t walk or limp his way out. So , Doug had been carrying his heavy ass for hours giving him shitty directions .

Robby wanted to show him this majestic lake and he agreed . It really lived up to Robby’s words it left him breathless for a minute but not as carrying Robby .

They had a picnic that Mr.LaRusso kindly prepared for them. Robby drew their surroundings and the beautiful view and Doug watched him not feeling bored . He really regrets that, if he did then they could’ve have left earlier .

“Go left.”

“We have been going left for hours. Just admit that we’re lost.” He complained. He was allowed too. He couldn’t even see shit with how dark it was no matter how hard his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

“Go left” Robby repeated and pinched his neck in annoyance.

Doug makes a sound mix of growl and scream. He goes left.

They took a break after that turn , Doug couldn’t feel his legs anymore . They sat on a big ass stone , double checked for any reptile or bugs.

“Im cold .” Robby had repeated that ten times already , he kept count. He didn’t have the energy to tell him to shut up or say something snarky. He took off his hoodie and handed over without a word.

He pointedly ignored the bubbling feeling that he got in seeing Robby wear his hoodie because now wasn’t time to be blushing like a schoolgirl .

“You think parents will come look for us?” He looks over to Robby , who was looking to the ground hunched over.

“Did you hear me?” He repeated but was met with silence. He couldn’t believe it. Was he mad right now. Whatever he won’t talk to him then.

“Are you seriously mad right now. I’m the one who should be mad.” Doug raised his eyebrows incredulously at the boy .

“Real cute , Robby.” Huffing he stands up and walks to the other side. Looking around trying to see if something looked familiar.

“This reminds me of my date with Venus.” Robby randomly blurts out . Doug knows who he’s talking about . She always gave Robby and now him the middle finger.

He hummed and squinted .

“She was fun until it got dark and I don’t like dark.”

“Was it that or you were just not into her? Or Anyone” The last part he whispers but Robby catches it.

“What do you mean?” Robby ask with scoff , feeling attacked .

“ I don’t know if you noticed you have been breaking hearts.” He plays with a dead leaf trying to not look judgemental .

“It’s not like that. What about you I haven’t seen you go out with any girl or guy.” Robby pointed to him , in a rush to change the topic.

“How can I ? When you’re glued to my side. Scaring all the recruiters away .” He complained . Checking his watch again, this time he was sure it was broken . It can’t still be 11:00.

“Didn’t realize you were looking for a girlfriend. My bad.” Robby clicked his tongue . Doug couldn’t see but he was rolling his eyes.

“Does it bother you if I do.” Doug really wish he could see his face . His reaction.

“No.” Robby winces at the quick response , he tries to sound nonchalant this time“Why would it.”

That was not the answer Doug wanted to hear so feeling hurt he ask Robby an uncomfortable question.

“Are you still in love with him?” He didn’t think he had to say his name.

“Who ?” Robby shifted in his place , sound of dead leaf and branches crunched under his shoes.

“Him. Is that the reason your always find your dates horrible because it’s not him.” Doug didn’t even bother to mask the anger in his tone.

Robby paused . He never thought about it . Maybe it had been that, he was in love with Shawn when he began dating again . But that live slowly faded to a memory now like all his loves that he had. It didn’t hurt to think about Shawn like it used to .

“At first. “ Robby looks away from his shoe to Doug’s eye whose gaze was not wavering. He could feel his eyes on him even if he can’t see”But not anymore.”

“Do you still love him?” Doug wants to know even if it broke him. He had to know now.

“Are you asking for me or for yourself.” Robby could hear the latter get more hostile . Robby wish he could reach out to calm him down.

“I’m just asking what everyone wants to know.” Doug chuckles dryly hurting Robby’s feelings.

“You’re an asshole.” Robby is really glad that he can’t the hurt that flashed in his eyes.

“I’m cold”Robby whined again. So much for the silent treatment. Doug was cold too now that he didn’t have a hoodie on his long sleeve shirt.

“What do you want me to do. I’m an asshole , remember.” He was still feeling petty even if he had to do with it too.

“Come over here.” Robby whispers . He pats the space next to him . The wind picked up again making him shiver. He really wish he memorized the directions correctly“Come over here.”

“Doug , please.”Robby pleads and stretches the words out for more effect.

Doug scoffed when he found himself going over . They cuddled trying to heat each other up but the freezing air reminded him it would get worse.

“I wish I had Tanner .” Robby turns to Doug . He nuzzles his face into his neck .

“I know , baby.” Doug rubbed their hands together for friction. It was working a tiny bit. He tried not to flinch when Robby’s cold nose touch his skin.

“I wish I had a hot chick right now” His laughter dies when Robby elbows his stomach way too hard.“OW! I’m kidding!”

“That wasn’t funny.” He could hear the pout that Robby was making. Robby tries to pull away but he wraps his arms around him tighter.

“Why not , Jealous much?” He teases the blonde who was now feeling warm by the blush creeping on.

“Random question , Did you ever hooked up with Hawk.” Robby is a master of changing topics. He had heard a few rumors about the guy , but one stuck out the most.

“Did you? “ Doug retaliates .

“We say it in the count of three.” Robby offers , settling back to Doug’s chest.

“1, 2, 3!” Both counted and both kept quiet. Making them laugh .

There was sound making them freeze. It was Robby’s phone, it turns out that it was not dead and Mr.Lawrence had texted him. They got into another argument about how the whole time they could’ve search for a good signal and get the fuck out of there.Their parents were not happy with them . Doug’s parent grounded him for being reckless .

He and Robby didn’t get too speak in the ride home since the blonde fell asleep on his shoulder. At home he later down on his bed , wide awake staring at his ceiling . His minds was working overtime trying to decipher if Robby was still in love with his ex and if he even had a chance.

Doug had realized the past few days that he had fallen for Robby. He tried shoving the feeling down but it was useless the boy had snuck his way in. But somehow tonight it just proved that there was a chance that Robby wouldn’t reciprocate . With how he didn’t answer.

His phone rang. He reached out to grab it and had to calm his heart from jumping out of his chest. It was Robby.

“I can’t sleep.” Robby tired voice rang out.

“You were drooling perfectly fine on my shoulder . I thought you’d be in you fifth dream by now.” He smiles as he hears Robby’s muffled laugh.

“Shut up. Something is keeping me awake.”

“Same. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with all the questions.”Doug hoped he could hear his sincerity. He was an asshole . Robby agrees way too quickly . He wounds him but Robby’s giggle heals him.

“Does it bother you that people might think we are dating.” Robby’s sounded small. Like the answer would scare him.

“Your parents and Tory think we are dating.” Doug say aloof , not wanting to sound nervous.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Robby presses again, voice more louder.

“You didn’t either.” He reminds him about the question in the woods. It was evasive .

“Im not in love with Shawn. I haven’t been for awhile .” Robby says without stuttering nor shaky. It was like he could breathe again , like a thorn had been plucked out from him.

“It doesn’t bother me. It never has. Insanely I like it , since I don’t have to worry you will date anyone else.” Doug closes his eyes waiting for Robby reaction.

“Why would that worry you?” Robby voice shook , he gripped his phone tighter not wanting his fingers to tremble.

“You’re important to me.” Doug answered truthfully not caring if Robby figures out his feelings. Robby laughs in disbelief on the other side .

“I’m serious . Robby you’re the most important person in my life even when you get us lost in the woods.Of you vomit on my black hoodie”

“You said promised to not to bring it up.”Robby smile is evident through his voice . When his laughter dies down Robby continues,”Your important too. I don’t want you to date anyone , even that girl from the park.”

“You got it , baby. “ Doug grinned and almost jumped out bed in excitement. But he stood still in bed and listened to Robby talk. They talked until they grew tired .

“Goodnight , Doug.” Robby whispers and waits for his response to hang up .

“Goodnight Robby.”

🎶Like, what if you freak out and then we're losin' it all🎶

Up till now , Tory Nichols had become Robby’s best friend. But recently panic attacks has been trying to steal her spot. It didn’t happen that quite often, only a certain amounts that Tory and his Dad were aware of them and knew how to help him out of it.

Tory would look into his eyes, say his full name and remind him to breathe , she reminds him where he’s at , ask for his permission to touch him , it would help him feel grounded.

And that was what she was doing at this moment.

You see , After the phone call ended he was hit, more like sucker punched into realization that he had developed feelings for a certain person.

And all he can think is all his choice he had done since he met and hanged out with Rickenberger. He started hyperventilating when he realized how he gotten Rickenberger to take him out and fix his terrible dates that he had .

Now when Robby thought of his dates at the park, of stuffed cute animals, 7 Eleven parking lots, and night dates it wasn’t Connie, Tom, Caleb, Tiffany or Venus .

It was Rickenberger, Rickenberger, Rickenberger, Rickenberger.

He sprinted to Tory’s , and knocked down on her door , sweat dripping off of him in the most disgusting way. Tory let him looking worried, her eyebrow furrow as she watched him go in circles explaining his problem .

“— Like I didn’t even notice. Did I do it unconsciously or intentionally ?! , I thought we were just friends, I wasn’t even into him, he was just some guy that helped me one time and I , a good human being ,wanted to pay him back by being a friend”

“Robby, maybe you should take a second-.”

“And he is not a good friend let me tell you that. It took him weeks to utter more that 5 words to me. I had to dig deep , deep, deep ,and deep for him to actually look at me without his resting bitch face—

“Swayze—

“Oh my God. That was my problem. I should’ve know . How didn’t I recognize it. I was blushing , blushing, when he called me Robby!” Robby looked and sounded hysterical. He pulled at his hair in frustration “That’s my name, I shouldn’t even be blushing by that.”

“Hey, sit and take a deep breath. It’s not good-.” Tory tried to get him to sit down and drink a cup of water .

“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God! “ He scalp scream when he pulled harder.

“What?” Tory froze in concern .

“I’m cutting you off!, You know what that means? ,I like Doug or more.” Tory pulls his hands away from his hair and forced him to sit. He stood quiet at his epiphany . He felt his surroundings get cloudy and mushy.

“Robby there’s nothing wrong with that.” Tory grabbed his hand . She was worried about him. She knew he was going to react bad .

Robby knows that. But he knows that he will never be good enough for anyone. They only kept him for awhile like a paper weight until the wind leaves. His breathing turns erratic and Tory helps him patiently to bring him out of his foggy mind.

🎶 At the critical chapter where I say, "I love you" 🎶

Robby decided to end things. He stuttered his whole speech and argument and avoided eye contact , including putting distance between them. Doug didn’t interrupt once but somehow he knew the cute smile he once had when Robby pulled him aside was long gone.

“Wow.” Hurt was written all over his face. It made Robby heart sunk. He had hold back from reaching out.Doug laughs bitterly avoiding his eyes now.“I’m getting dump. Which is funny because we are not even a couple.”

“This is not how I wanted things to end up.” Robby tried to explain but it was no use . He felt his throat was tied in a knot . Robby thought it would be easier like the countless times he had done it with the others. But having Doug look at him with a blank face hurt a thousand times than slaps he’d received.

“Don’t lie. This is how you want things to end, You just decided to do it right now“Doug voice was cold and harsh. Doug felt stupid in believing Robby could ever feel something for him. He had to leave he couldn’t look at him anymore , to look at the pity look was like a thousand stabs to the heart.

“Doug-“ Robby tried to speak but was cut off and this time he couldn’t even make a joke about it .

“Just don’t.”

Robby stood there holding back his tears . Regretting his choice but there was no turning back. Robby had to deal with the absence and the ache in his chest. Tory , Sam and Demetri always made sure to be with him at all times . It made him feel a tad bit better.

But Robby knew you can’t replace someone with anyone.

🎶 And you don't say it after🎶

“Pup, Your friend is at the door.” Johnny knocked his door and told him he was going to be in his room to give him ‘privacy’.

“What are you doing here?” Robby asked Doug. The guy stood there , for once not looking awkward with his tall body , he looked determined and Robby didn’t know what for.

“You owe me 100 dollars.”Doug shrugged and didn’t offer anything else. Robby had to held back a disappointed sigh, he was kind of expecting…He is not sure what but no this.

“Right, uh , Give me a minute to ask my dad to loan me some cash.” Robby points with his thumb over his shoulder. He tries to move back but a hand stops him.

“No. That won’t do.” Both of them stare where their hands touch . Robby wanted to pull away but he couldn’t , he wanted to stay there and just hold Doug’s hand.

“Your want with interest too?” Robby tried to joke but fell flat, because that’s what you do when you try to avoid problems or feelings for that matter.

“Yeah, actually I do. Go put some shoes on .” Doug ordered

“Okay…” Robby was confused. And even more confused that he obeyed and got on his car without a fight. The drive was quiet , not one uttered a word. It was like when they started hanging out.

🎶 This could be a disaster, I'm pedaling backwards

By saying that I'm drunk, I really shouldn't have called🎶

Once parked, Robby turned to the window to look outside. He told Doug he was not getting out , Doug opened his door , and against his better judgement his feet went against him and walked in .

“What are we doing here.” Robby couldn’t keep quiet anymore. He kept his tone hushed not wanting any stranger to listen in their private conversation. He’d knows by experience the information he knows about a just because they talk way too loud.

“We are going to buy tickets, sit down and watch the big screen. And if you’re a good boy in line , I might buy you the large bucket of popcorn.” Doug gave him a cheery smile that stuck familiar. Robby was not connecting the pieces . A few days ago , both of them haven’t spoke since that day .

“That’s not what I meant.” Robby shuffled forward when the line moved. Why was there so many people?

“We’re going to watch Top Gun Maverick .” Doug explained slower and patted his shoulder. He lets out a smile, a real one this time now that he sees Robby understanding .

“Doug, I’m serious.” Robby shoulders fell. How did he not see his own work all over the blueprints . Even if Robby was jumping and screaming in the inside it still wasn’t a good idea .

“I’m serious , do you see me laughing, I was told that the cast is hot.” He was not laughing but he was smirking .

“No.”Robby was determined and tried to stick his ground.

“I’m not kidding, Miles teller is trending , not really into mustaches but I was sold. Glen Powell from-”

“What I mean , why are we here. I told you this thing is not going to work out.” Robby cuts him off before he loses concentration because of Glen Powell .

“Your protection squad came over to talk to me. Including Miguel and Hawk.They made me understand what you did. I’ve learned you like to overthink in that smart brain of yours. You like to over analyze the tiniest things, if my smile meant something more when I gave it to you or to a random guy, if our hands touch each other for more than 5 seconds, If we call each other a 3 am means something other than us having insomnia and then creating an ending so you won’t go to the trouble of suffering of a broken heart.” Doug gently grabbed his hand and leaned down to look at him in the most softest way Robby ever had someone looked at him.

“That’s not true.” Robby argues weakly causing Doug laugh.

“It is baby. And you know what, let’s do it together , let’s take it day by day . We go on your own pace . I’d rather have you now than to think in a few year at wonder what could’ve been . I know your scared that we could end quicker than you imagine but what if we last forever , Even if it sounds impossible . I want to try because I like you and maybe even more Robby.” Doug did his best not to let his voice crack or burst out into tears . He was holding on to Robby for dear life because there was a bigger chance Robby would reject him than to date him.

“I don’t like promises.” Robby says pulling away from him.

“I don’t break them.” Doug hearts break a little but keeps on trying.

“Eventually everyone does.” Robby chin wobbles and that hits Doug harder .

“I give you my word , Robby. “ It’s hard to speak when there’s a knot in his throat trying to suffocate him. He watches Robby walk around taking deep breaths in and out.

Robby comes back and simply says ,“Minions“ Making Doug confused and thought he heard wrong. Robby couldn’t believe he was agreeing but his giant was right. Maybe he could get his heart broken again but He wants to try again and not because he needs to but because he wants too. Desperately .

“Huh?”

“Dad would kill you if he finds out you took me to watch Top Gun .”He shakes his head fondly and pulls them into the long line again.

“Minions it is then.” They both had matching smiles and glossy eyes . They held hands tightly not wanting to risk in being separated again.

Doug bought the tickets and let Robby choose the snacks. They got a bucket of popcorn which Doug promised, sour skittles, and some sour gummy worms. And decided on a big sprite for the two of them. Doug finds his wallet hollow every time he goes out with Robby. He’d just have to find a job.

Their hands were full , they walked slowly trying not to drop anything. Taking their seat , waiting for the movie to begin , Robby shoe began to tap, a sign Doug picked up , that he was nervous.

Grabbing his hand, interlacing their fingers brought Robby out of his fuzzy mind. Robby sighs and his shoulders drop, slowly melting into the seats and squeezed Doug’s hand .

“I’m here. I’m going to stay until you don’t want me anymore .” Doug reassured him .

“Even if you never could watch Top Gun ?” Robby half jokes because that might be true in for his safety.

“I probably sneak off with Mr. LaRusso , I bet he had a thing for Val Kilmer.” Doug snickers at Robby fake scandalized look.

“You cannot repeat that information ever, never to my dad , he will literally bury you alive.” Robby whispers pausing to laugh away .

“As long as you come and visit me at my grave. “

“It wouldn’t be my first date in a graveyard I’ll tell you that.” Robby shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth . Doug really was a goner because even with a mouthful of popcorn Robby looks beautiful .

“Robby?”

“Hmmm.”

“This won’t be a disaster.”

“Even if I don’t pay your money back.” Robby green eyes shined in the dark room , and Doug really gets it now. With those eyelashes Robby really has it all to be a prince.

“I made my peace that I will never see that money again.” Doug dramatically sighs making Robby grin making his eyes crinkle making his heart beat faster.

“Worth it?” Robby does that cute puppy tilt and man was he a goner. He leans forward and seals the distance between them, it felt like paradise to finally kiss Robby. If he felt his heart full when Robby give him a peck on his chin ,now he felt like he was tasting heaven. His lips were soft as they looked . He discreetly pinches himself just in case he was dreaming.

“Down to the last penny.”

🎶I'm a little bit plastered, you call me a liar🎶

🎶Now I'm fallin' in faster

This could be a disaster🎶

(Ignore all the mistakes and the timeline .it is an au so…)

[shawnsprincesse]

When life throws you lemons Part 5 (Shawn Mendes Au)

When life throws you lemons, you’re forced to deal with Shawn Mendes. Before moving in with five guys, including Shawn Mendes, Kylie swore she would never ever in her life allow Shawn to get anywhere near her but things quickly change and soon she finds herself drunkenly kissing him in a bathroom. What starts as a drunken kiss turns into a passionate secret relationship.

I woke up with a dry mouth and a bitter taste across my tongue. My head was pounding and the light coming through Harry’s window was unbearable.

”What time is it?” I groaned as I shifted on the worn out couch in the corner of his room.

”11.” Harry replied as he turned around in his chair. 

”Where’s Bella?” I asked, immediately remembering that I’d came here with her last night and that was about as much as my brain could remember at this point.

”She’s downstairs with Niall.” Harry explained as he sat in his chair, observing me as I violently rubbed my eyes, hoping my light sensitivity would calm down.

”Really? Did she sleep with him?” I asked Harry. I was too tired to be giddy about it.

”You mean, sleep sleep?” Harry asked with a chuckle. ”Cause I haven’t really had time to ask him that.” Harry laughed. 

”I hope they did.” I said jokingly, releasing a soft laughter before the pain inside my brain hit me like a brick wall. ”Could you shut the blinds, please?” I begged Harry as I held my hand up to shield myself from the shimmering bright sun.

”How much did you drink last night?” Harry asked, a concerned look coating his face as he stood up and reached towards the window to pull the blinds down.

”I don’t know… A lot.” I groaned, I was slowly starting to remember how much I’d drank the night before and I was quickly starting to regret all of my previous choices.

”That makes sense.” Harry chuckled. He seemed way too cheerful to be having a hangover but he also didn’t have a luring life crisis just around the corner that he needed to forget. The only reason I drank this was much to begin with was because of the cruel realization that in three weeks I’ll have no place to stay.

”I brought this onto myself.” I groaned as I sat up on the couch, reaching for the clear glass filled with water that Harry had placed on the table in front of me. The water was cold, indicating that he must’ve put it there earlier this morning. I gulped the liquid down as the memories of last night slowly came back to me. The fog inside my aching brain was slowly clearing up as I replied the night inside my head.

I’d brought this hangover onto myself and what seemed like a good idea at first had now ended in disaster. Not only was my anxiety over my living situation coming back but I was also painfully aware of the fact that me and Shawn had kissed not only once, but TWICE, in the bathroom and that wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was that the image of his dick was still imprinted in my head as I replayed the moment over and over again inside my head.

Harry could NOT find out about this. Never.

”Are you hungry, do you want me to get your something to eat?” Harry asked softly as he watched me place the empty glass on the table.

”I don’t think I could eat right now.” It felt like I was about to throw up and I wasn’t sure if it was due to the images inside my head or the hangover I was experiencing.

”I’ll get you some more water.” Harry chuckled as he grabbed the glass on the table and walked out of the room. I released a heavy sigh as I leaned back against the couch.

”Oh great, you’re awake.” Shawn entered the room without a single warning.

”Go away!” I groaned as I shut my eyes hard, hoping that it was just my hungover brain hallucinating. I opened my eyes again, realizing that Shawn wasn’t just a part of my imagination like I’d wished. ”What do you want?” I sighed as he sat down next to me on the couch. My head was pounding and Shawn Mendes was probably the last person I wanted to see right now.

”Nothing.” Shawn replied simply as he looked over at me. I was going through literal hell and he seemed a little too amused by my suffering. ”Respectfully, but you brought this hangover onto yourself.” Shawn taunted me as he watched me hold my hands up to my forehead. Once upon a time, I heard that pressing hard between your two eyebrows would ease the pain of a headache but it didn’t seem to work, maybe it only worked for natural headaches and not self-induced hangovers.

”Respectfully, fuck you!” I groaned, the sight of Shawn made my insides boil and his cocky grin didn’t make things better. It made me even more mad that he didn’t seem to have a hangover either and we’d both consumed half a bottle of vodka. Life really wasn’t fair at this point.

”You keep saying that like it isn’t a dream of yours…” Shawn cooed teasingly. I clenched my fists together beneath the blanket covering my clothed body. Shawn’s wide grin taunted me and if I’d been strong enough, I would’ve punched his teeth out at this point. ”Should’ve done it last night while you had the chance.” Shawn continued to taunt me as he looked over at me on the couch.

”If you tell anyone else about last night I swear to God, I will make your life a living hell!” I cussed loudly as I clenched my fists even harder under the blanket. 

”I’d love to see you try.” Shawn grinned. He was so pleased with himself, he was like a child who’d found his parents secret candy stash. It was like he knew how much I wanted to punch him and he just kept pushing the limits, waiting for me to finally burst out in anger. I wish I had the energy and strength to burst out in anger but my head was beating harder than my heart at this point.

”If you weren’t so fucking annoying, I probably would’ve fucked you already but since you’re you…” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself. My brain was pounding so hard that I couldn’t even process my thoughts before they slipped out of my mouth.

Shawn looked at me amused and a little surprised as his grin widened.

”Oh really?” He raised his eyebrows at me, staying silent as he curiously waited for me to explain myself.

”Don’t let it get to your head, Mendes.” I rolled my eyes at him. His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and I couldn’t tell if he was actually excited about the idea of me having sex with him or if he was just amused by my statement.

”Which one of them?” He asked with a grin. I rolled my eyes and released a forced gagging noise as his eyes shifted towards his crotch and my eyes unfortunately followed. ”Mm, I wish you’d gag like that around my cock.” His voice was low and dark with a hint of sarcasm. I don’t know if my stomach twisted in disgust or excitement at his words, but I chose to ignore it completely and blame either reaction on my hangover. 

”You’re disgusting!” I shot him a hateful glare. 

”That might be, but don’t say you’ve never thought about it.” Shawn winked as he stood up from the couch, getting ready to exit the room as Harry was back with a glass of water. 

I rolled my eyes at Shawn as he walked out of Harry’s room. I was too stunned to speak and I honestly didn’t know what to say or how to defend myself because I knew for a fact that drunk me, last night, had certainly had one too many thoughts about him and it was haunting.

”Thanks.” I smiled, shifting my attention towards Harry as he handed me the glass of water. I gulped down the liquid quickly and laid back down on the couch. Maybe if I slept long enough I would just forget about everything that happened last night and maybe if I slept through the entire month, I would just magically have a place to stay at the beginning of next month.

”I told Bella you’re awake.” Harry chuckled as he sat back down in his chair. ”She’ll come up in a minute.” 

”I feel like I’m gonna throw up.” I groaned, I wasn’t sure whether I was going to throw up at the thought of choking on Shawn’s dick or due to my hangover. It was quite unclear what the fuck my body was doing and it was extremely unclear whether it was completely turned on or extremely disgusted.

”Do you want me to get you a bag?” Harry chuckled. ”How did you manage to drink this much?” He laughed as he looked through his desk drawer to see if there was any plastic bags there.

”I don’t know.” I shrugged. I did know, this was all Shawn’s fault. He was the one who challenge me to a drink off in the kitchen and now he had the fucking nerve to come in here looking alert as ever with not as much as a hint of a hangover. Fuck him.

”Here you go.” Harry handed me a plastic bag. 

”Thanks.” I smiled as I fiddled with the plastic until I could get it open, I wasn’t sure whether I was actually going to throw up or not but better to be safe than sorry. ”Where did a fall asleep this time?” I chuckled, not remembering how my night had ended.

”I’m honestly surprised you managed to fall asleep in the living room with all those people there.” Harry laughed and I released another chuckle. Drunk me can fall asleep anywhere and everywhere.

”Well, thanks for taking care of me.” I flashed Harry a soft smile, thankful that he was always looking out for me.

”Always!” Harry returned a smile.

There was a soft knock on Harry’s door and seconds later Bella carefully opened the door, peaking in through the little spring before fully entering the room.

”I’m gonna leave you two to gossip.” Harry laughed softly as Bella slowly walked into Harry’s room.

”Thanks.” I released a giggle. Harry closed the door behind him and Bella was quick to plop down next to me on the bed. 

”Are you okay?” She asked, her voice soft and delicate as she leaned back on the couch.

”Who cares about me!” I squealed. ”Spill the deets!” I cooed as I looked at Bella with glistening eyes.

”Harry told you?” She gasped surprised that I already knew about the fact that she’d spent the night with Niall.

”Yeah!” I smiled in excitement. ”Did you guys sleep sleep or just sleep?” I giggled, giddy like a school girl despite my throbbing head.

”Just sleeping.” Bella laughed softly. ”But, we shared the bed!” She cooed and the two of us squealed together, knowing how much she’d waited for this moment to happen.

”Did you cuddle?!” My high pitched voice echoed through the room as I looked at Bella.

”Sorta…” She smiled as a crimson red blush slowly began to form on her cheeks. ”I was kinda drunk but I think so…” She could barely contain her excitement as she nervously fiddled with her hands on her lap.

”Awww.” I cooed, happy for her. 

”Mhmmm.” Bella bit down on her bottom lip in an attempt to prevent herself from smiling too brightly. ”He asked me out for lunch so we’re gonna leave soon and I’m super nervous.” She explained, her feet impatiently tapping against the wooden floor.

”Yay!” I squealed. ”You can do this Bella!”

”Are you gonna stay here?” Bella asked.

”I think so, I need a nap.” I laughed knowing that this headache would never go away unless I went back to sleep.

”I might go home after lunch so call me when you feel better?” Bella said as she patted me gently on my shoulder.

”I will.” I smiled as I watched Bella stand up from the couch, her face still full of radiant excitement. ”Good luck!” I called out as I watched her exit the room.

”Thanks, and don’t think I’ve forgotten about what you told me last night…” She cooed before closing the door.

Fuck! Did my drunk self already tell her about Shawn?

[dangermousie]

2020 End of Year Post - cdrama edition

This is only going to cover cdramas that aired in 2020; if I had to make a post about all the cdramas I watched this year, I would still be doing it in three months...

Overall it’s been a fairly decent cdrama year (certainly better than the very lacklustre kdrama year.) It’s no miracle that 2019 was (so many excellent dramas!) but overall pretty solid.

DRAMAS WATCHED

(In order of liking from least to most as opposed to pure quality; I am including if I’ve seen enough to make up my mind; yes I realize that’s inaccurate, but that’s my list)

44 The Legend of Jing Yan - the worst cdrama I have seen this year, and possibly the worst drama of 2020, period. The hero and heroine were both uncharismatic, incapable of acting and saddled with such shrilly moronic characters, the only suspense was how they haven’t both perished long since from forgetting to breathe. Nor was anyone in the rest of the cast much better; the screenplay was written by a lower mammal and the cinematography was the best a third-rate wedding cinematographer could offer. Stay the HELL away from this one.

43 Unicorn Girl - the only unicorn about this bland yet irritating piece of pap was the fact that I was supposed to believe the leads are hockey players.

42 Autumn Cicada - I like spy stories, Allen Ren, and Republican Era settings. I can tune out Communist propaganda with the best of them. Yet, the propaganda ate the story to such a degree that there was nothing left; pre magic change Pinocchio was less wooden then this narrative.

41 You Complete Me - no you do not.

40 Skate into Love - the only positive thing I can say about this is that at least it’s better than Unicorn Girl, if for no other reason that only one of them is supposed to be a hockey player.

39 Irreplaceable Love - how do you make a story about fake siblings with a mad mother falling for each other boring? I don’t know, ask the makers of this.

38 Eternal Love Rain - I hate to rain on their parade, but these two actors cannot act, have about as much chemistry as a piece of bread, and are trapped in a story perfect for entertaining the mental abilities of the leads of Jin Yan.

37 For Married Doctoress - ummmm, you could do worse I guess. It only made me break out in mild hives. The sadistic ending did make me laugh though.

36 Dance of the Sky Empire - why you get Xu Kai and waste him in this insipid mess of a story is beyond me.

35 Love Designer - it’s inoffensive except to my sense of entertainment. There is nothing wrong with it but oh God is it bland.

34 Love a Lifetime - It felt like a lifetime watching this, but I didn’t love it. The story is incoherent, the actors have no chemistry and it’s all an epic waste of time.

33 Love is Sweet - so sweet it gave me diabetes. I like Luo Yunxi and Bai Lu, but there is literally no plot. I don’t need to sink into a plotless morass to watch pretty people engage in PG-rated make-outs. I am an adult with access to stronger stuff if I am thus inclined, though to be fair they could get x-rated and I still wouldn’t be able to sit through so many episodes of plotlessness for that.

32 Fake Princess - I love Zhao Yi Qin, but the guy needs to pick better projects. The female lead in this one has the voice and personality that can strip paint but the story is also doing nobody any favors.

31 The Changan Youth - I lost my brain checking this out. I had to go and read a dense treatise on medieval coinage or Mayan farming to try to recover it.

30 My Dear Destiny - kinda cheesy fun. It honestly shouldn’t be as low except it really feels like community theater.

29 Handsome Siblings - why is the Nic Tse version so good and this one so bad? True mystery for the ages. Chen Zhe Yuan is the sole reason this isn’t lower, because that kid tries SO HARD to make this drama bearable and almost succeeds. I can’t wait to see him in Sha Po Lang which actually will give him something to do.

28 In a Class of Her Own - see my comment on The Changan Youth. But at least Song Weilong is gorgeous to look at.

27 General’s Lady - inoffensive, pretty and so utterly pointless.

26 The Blooms at Ruyi Pavilion - those two leading actors are a no go to me but at least they considerately acted with each other instead of ruining two dramas for me. It’s very pretty though.

25 Jiu Liu Overlord - it’s a mess and I bailed, but I placed it this high merely due to the fact that Lai Yi finally gets a leading role and he’s sexy as fuck and I am shallow. Whoever styled Bai Lu should never work again except at a circus, however.

24 Cross Fire - not my genre and Luhan will always look too much like my cousin for comfort, but it’s a surprisingly gripping and dark drama. I liked it!

23 God of Lost Fantasy - if you want to watch a mediocre wuxia/xianxia, this is not a bad choice. Probably better than Legend of Fei actually, because at least it doesn’t have an A-list cast to waste and gives us Sheng Yilun himbo and shirtless.

22 Renascence - the insane cuts (it went from 70 eps to 36!!!) made a fairly cheesy story into a total mess. But I had a good time until I finally bailed mainly because of the male lead (Chen Zhe Yuan yet again carrying a not-good 2020 drama on his shoulders; the guy should be nicknamed Atlas) and the insane but in a fun way story. The female lead (both the character and the actress) were not up to par but oh well.

21 Legend of Fei - only this high because objectively there is nothing I disliked it. But there is nothing I liked either. The most uninspired drama on the list. If you could eat cardboard, this is what it would taste like.

20 Ever Night 2 - compared to EN1, it’s a waste of film. On its own merits, it’s not very good (the cast replacements are uniformly inferior and Dylan Wang is so wrong for Ning Que I cannot even put it into words; the script is useless.) But it had some parts I loved so very VERY much (all the shippy stuff was perfection) so I don’t feel too bitter.

19 Castle in the Sky 2 - a lovely if not too complex fairy tale. It is inferior to its prequel because it doesn’t have Zhang Ruo Yun who elevated it, but it’s still a solid bit of fun.

18 The Great Ruler - it’s very high fantasy, very pretty, and surprisingly involving.

17 (tie) Legend of Two Sisters in the Chaos - the secondary couple steals the show but the rest is not too bad if not too involving.

17 Legend of Awakening - a solid bit of fun with a seriously BDSM streak (theme this year apparently - but come on, the lead’s powers only activate when he’s in extreme pain!) It’s a bit generic and the costuming is done by a blind person, not to mention the OTP is a NOTP, but the rest of relationships (romantic and platonic) are wonderful (I live for the found siblings story in this one) and I like most of the characters.

16 Consummation - a rare modern cdrama I liked; a sweet coming of age story (and love story) even if wrapped in a pretty weird virtual reality concept.

15 Oops the King is in Love - this is how you do a low budget, sweet, silly piece of fluff. Our heroine pretends to be a eunuch and crosses paths with a powerless young king and they are adorable, even more so than the drama.

14 Song of Glory - pretty solid, though draggy and I didn’t love the toothpaste filter. But A+ cast, excellent leading couple chemistry, Li Qin being a BAMF and a leading man (Qin Hao) who is actually an adult.

13 And the Winner is love - objectively kind of a mess (and the heroine has the brainpower of a gnat), but the OTP chemistry is excellent and Luo Yunxi fighting and flirting with a fan as finally a leading man is worth the price of admission.

12 Miss S - snazzy and snappy and stylish and whatever else starts with S.

11 Eternal Love of Dream - I don’t know if it would work for you as well if you weren’t a hardcore shipper for this OTP in Three Lives but I was and this was such a darling, wonderful, shippy delight; plus I love this type of high fantasy.

10 (tie) Maiden Holmes - solid and sweet and a wonderful OTP. Proves that functional doesn’t have to mean boring. If you watch one cross-dressing drama this year make it this one.

10 Qin Dynasty Epic - srs bsns history epic. I am not far into it but it’s so good and smart and visually stunning (if you love battles, this one is for you.)

9 Love Lasts Two Minds - I adored this so much more than I should objectively have, but it’s so beautiful (and no I am not just referring to Alan Yu’s face) and the OTP has wonderful chemistry and the story is solid, and the whole trope of her memory being wiped but falling for him all over again while he’s constantly and utterly devoted is a fave; plus he’s in pain and semi-dyng for most of it so sluuuurp (happy ending, don’t worry)

8 To Love - yes, a modern drama is this high! But it involves intensity, tragedy, genuine adults and sexiness that is Lin Gengxin. And there is an actual plot and darkness OMG!

7 Legend of Xiao Chuo - so beautiful, so fun, so full of gorgeousness of Shawn Dou. Plus, Liao is a rare setting for a cdrama and there are a lot of characters and stories I liked a LOT. Less ship content than I wanted but more than I expected.

6 The Romance of Tiger and Rose - so so delightful. I was literally laughing out loud. I have no idea if it will work as well if one isn’t a seasoned watcher of period cdrama/reader of web novels, with bonus for watching/reading Goodbye My Princess, but it was a complete delight for me (and yes, I shipped for real, as well. Best of both worlds.)

5 Twisted Fate of Love - Jin Han gets a leading period drama role! And he’s enjoying it to the hilt, excellent as a smart, twisty bastard who is also charming and so madly in love with heroine. Sun Yi is beautiful and tough and her chemistry with JH is on fire, the story never drags, and it’s so twisty and fun and just awesome.

4 Love In Between - the most underrated drama on this list. It has no big names or big budget, but it’s wuxia that’s clever, driven, tragic, hopeful and so beautifully shot. Three separate (amazing) OTPs, a leading man who is so not typical (a doctor who cannot fight and who never acquires this ability) and who is intense and smart and damaged, a heroine who puts her quest ahead of her emotions, an unhealthy degree of involvement by yours truly. This is a drama Fei should have been.

3 Love and Redemption - such a lovely, addictive, utterly romantic fairy tale. I was obsessed with it for a reason. All the tropes you love and some you didn’t know you did, a star-crossed OTP to the nth power (and a secondary OTP I hardcore love), a twisty yet coherent plot, some insane chemistry and so much whump and hurt/comfort they must have bought blood packets in bulk.

2 Go Ahead - yes, I can’t believe it either. A contemporary slice of life cdrama made it this high on my list. But the way it feels so real, the found family perfection, the characters I love and loathe, the perfect cherry of a wonderful OTP that hits my narrative kinks on top, and just a perfect storm of loveliness all around with this one.

1 The Wolf - is that any surprise to anyone who’s checked out this tumblr for the last couple of months? Tragic, intense and gorgeous; so romantic and angsty and passionate it made me lose my mind (though some of it was gone the moment the camera panned to Darren Wang) - all my favorite tropes and then some; this is a drama that may not be perfect but it is 100% and then beyond perfect for ME.

FAVORITE DRAMA

The Wolf - I have seen objectively better cdramas; even this year. But it has been literal years since I have been this hardcore obsessed, this utterly pleased, this emotionally catered to and devastated at once. A beautiful dark fairy tale that manages to own me despite the storytelling gaps due to censorship, it took me for one of the biggest emotional roller coaster rides of my drama watching career. Visually gorgeous, poetic, intense, and so romantic it took my breath away, this is not just my favorite cdrama of 2020, it’s my favorite drama this year period, and the one cdrama this year to make it into my permanent Top 10 cdramas list.

WORST DRAMA

Legend of Jin Yan - see my write up for it for why as I refuse to waste more time on this stupid mess.

FAVORITE MALE CHARACTER

Wolfie, The Wolf - he is such a haunted, tormented, complex, dark mess; loving and violent, severely damaged and with a hidden yearning softness, longing and aloof. And the amount of charisma and sheer masculine sex appeal Darren Wang brings to the role is insane and not something I see much of in a cdrama. Plus, that character arc with its rapid fall and slow painful redemption is A++++

Runner Up:  Sifeng, Love and Redemption - has a male lead ever loved more utterly and selflessly, suffered more thoroughly and beautifully, and managed to have such chemistry with both his leading lady and his leading man (that his leading lady temporarily turned into) at once? The answer is no.

Almost made the cut - Feng Xi, Twisted Fate of Love, Han Shuo, The Romance of Tiger and Rose, Qing Ci, Love in Between.

FAVORITE FEMALE CHARACTER

Xiao Qian, The Romance of Tiger and Rose - so funny, so much the reason this drama was such a delight. I adore her beyond words.

NEEDS TO BE MURDERED

Murder Daddy, The Wolf - I am sad the censors robbed us of seeing him die on screen. He was fully human but nonetheless managed to be the worst monster in a drama full of literal ones.

Ling Xiao’s Mom, Go Ahead - I hate her so much I don’t want to look up her name. She abused the kid, the disappeared and came back to abuse him some more. I mean she literally gave her child mental health issues. She is the WORST.

FAVORITE SHIP

Xing’er x Wolfie, The Wolf - are you kidding me? Who else could it ever be for me? They destroyed each other and saved each other, sworn enemies and childhood lovers, soulmates and epic messes, they couldn’t live with or without each other. The longing, the passion, the intensity, the angst, the epicness. LIKE THERE ARE NO WORDS!!!!

FAVORITE SECONDARY OTP

Si Yuan, Shen Manqing, Love in Between - I loved them as much and often more than the main OTP. So much angst and passion and a happy ending! She is a seeming sect darling (except the sect is horrible and also sexist so her only worth is as a marriage candidate) and he’s an information broker who is actually one of the members of a destroyed sect that’s blamed for the massacre of her family. That chemistry and yearning is insane. The scene where she touches his face when he’s unconscious was in serious running for my favorite scene of 2020.

NOTP

Legend of Awakening - I have never seen a couple that didn’t just have no chemistry but exhibited actual revulsion towards each other before watching Chen Feiyu and Cheng Xiao try to act as lovers in this one. It was almost entertaining to be honest.

FAVORITE SCENE

It’s a tie and both are from The Wolf. One is a sequence where Wolfie marches to the walls alone, seeking death at Xing’er’s hands and the whole sequence with the battle and rescue follows. The other is the intercut between Xing’er going to her wedding and Wolfie going to his execution, and the auto-da-fe being intercut with her wedding.

BIGGEST CRUSH

Wolfie, The Wolf - Ummm have you seen this tumblr lately, it’s basically a drool shrine to the man.

BEST SCENE STEALER CHARACTER

Yelü Yansage, The Legend of Xiao Chuo - I have loved this actor since The Myth and he continued to competently steal every scene he was in.

NEEDS A SEQUEL

To Love - come out of the coma, dammit!!!!!!!

NEEDS A DIRECTOR’S CUT

The Wolf - duh. It started out as 59 eps and got cut to 49. I reaiize some stuff is never gonna get put in due to censorship, but some of the stuff that got cut got for time reasons because they were deluded and hoping to get a TV broadcast so ep count had to be under 50. I mean I doubt the censors would care if they kept scenes of Wolfie building her a swing or whatever. I really really want a director’s cut the way Goodbye My Princess did even if like with GMP it’s only three extra eps. Hell, I will take extra three minutes, as long as those three minutes are Darren Wang shirtless or with a sword. Ahem.

NEEDS SCISSORS TAKEN TO IT

The Song of Glory - it’s a fairly solid drama but honestly it didn’t need to be as long as it was and kind of got draggy and I got lost interest. (I could have gotten snarky and said all the dramas I didn’t like needed scissors taken to them in their entirety but decided to play nice.)

TOO MANY SCISSORS TAKEN TO IT

There are a number of dramas I could complain about with regard to this (hi there, darling The Wolf!) but this award goes to Renascence - poor Renascence was never going to be a masterpiece, but it had the potential to be a bit of good cheesy fun until it had its run time cut by more than half and became an incoherent piece of insanity.

TROPE THAT NEEDS TO DIE

Dumb shrill innocent heroine who can’t tie her shoes - see basically all the cdramas I didn’t like this year.

FAVORITE TROPE WE’VE SEEN A LOT OF

Male lead torture - I mean it’s always open season on that in cdramas, but between Love and Redemption, The Wolf, Love Lasts Two Minds, Love in Between and so on, it was a banner year!

BIGGEST DISAPPOINTMENT

Legend of Fei - what a waste of that cast; what a waste of our finite time on this Earth. What a waste of my intelligence to hope for something better and stick with it for a dozen eps. I have had stale wonderbread that had more personality than this drama.There is absolutely nothing that stands out about this drama in any way,  from half-dimensional characters, to actors who are sleepwalking, to a plot that moves at the speed of an arthritic snail, to uninspired cinematography and direction, to lack of any chemistry between anyone in the cast. If paint-by-numbers was done by a group of particularly linear robots, it might come across the same way as this drama.

BIGGEST GOOD SURPRISE

The Wolf - honestly, I did not expect it to come out AT ALL EVER let alone to become my favorite drama of 2020. I was not familiar with the leading man (hahah), I liked Li Qin but wasn’t yet obsessed with her, and Xiao Zhan was excellent in The Untamed but I was hardly going to follow him from drama to drama (and I don’t do SLS any way.) And the trailer was enjoyable but unlike seemingly everyone, I didn’t think it was going to be some epic masterpiece. And then it came out and while it wasn’t objectively an epic masterpiece, it pulled out all the favorite tropes, shippy and narrative kinks from the deepest darkest recesses of my id. And I fell harder than I have in years. 

2020 DRAMAS I HAVEN’T SEEN THAT I MOST WANT TO WATCH

None. Covid Year gave me PLENTY of time

BEST NON-2020 DRAMA I’VE WATCHED IN 2020

Novoland Eagle Flag and Joy of Life - they are in my Top 10 dramas from anywhere now. They are quite different except being smart and giving me protagonists to obsess over.

ETA: Also The Untamed because @idlewilds3 pointed out I actually watched it in 2020 even though I didn’t think so because this hellyear has lasted about three decades.

MOST ANTICIPATED IN 2021

I am gonna limit it to dozen and leaving out ones that aren’t necesarily supposed to air next year (Joy of Life 2, Love in Flames of War, Novoland Princess from Plateau.)

Monarch Industry, Novoland Pearl Eclipse, Silk Washing Stream, Dream of Changan, Sword Snow Stride, Wu Xing Shi Jia, Ancient Love Poetry, Immortality, The Long Ballad, Mirror Twin Cities, The Imperial Age, Fall In Love

[evanstanhoney]

Drunk. //Badboy!Shawn

a/n: this has been in my drafts for well over a year lol i hope you guys like it. 

⚠️warnings: angst with some fluff if you squint 

pairing: badboy!shawn x reader

word count: 2.3k 

“Honey…” Shawn slurs into the phone and your heart nearly breaks. 

 Your heart stops at the sound of his voice. The last time you’d heard it, it was laced with venom saying words that cut through you like knives. 

 “Just leave.” 

 “I don’t want to see you.” 

 “I don’t want you here.” 

But now you could hear something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it put you on edge. The thought crossed your mind to not say a word, in hopes that he’d hang up. Or maybe you’d hang up first and pretend you’d never gotten the call in the first place but you were never one to go with your gut, if you had you wouldn’t even be in the position you are in now. 

 “Shawn...” 

 “How  - what are you doing right now?” He mumbles into the phone. You hadn’t a clue how many drinks he’s had, but if he’s calling you then you know it must have been a rough night. 

 “Shawn where are you?” you asked. Why you were concerned, you couldn’t figure out, but the idea of him being in as bad of shape as he was wandering around or somewhere where he could get himself into trouble worried you.  

 “I’m- I’m home. But I miss you.” 

 “Shawn go to sleep.”

 “No. Not without you. I can’t without you, it’s too hard.” He whines petulantly.

 “Just - can you drink some water? Can you do that for me?” 

 “Can you come here?” 

 “Shawn I can’t.” 

 “Sure you can. You just don’t want to. Because I’m bad. I’m a bad person” 

 Of course, you want to go to him. You want to go to his place cuddle him up and nurse him back to sobriety, but it's a terrible idea for the both of you. The back and forth between you needed to stop, and since it seemed as though he was incapable of thinking of anyone other than himself you were going to have to be the one to their foot down. You couldn’t see him. If you did then you’d be dragged back into the cycle.  

 “You’re not bad Shawn.” 

 “Yes, I am. If I wasn’t then you’d be here right now. But you’re not.” there's a long silence between the two of you before you barely make out a whisper, “You’re so far away.” 

 “Shawn. You’re very drunk.” you sigh. You kept telling yourself that he didn’t mean it, no matter how much he was tugging at your heartstrings, none of it meant anything. He was drunk and for some reason thought that it was a good idea to call you but none of this meant anything. He wouldn’t even remember in the morning and he’d go back to pushing you away….until he wants you again. 

 “I am. I also miss you. Anything else you want to point out?” he hisses into the phone, and he immediately regrets it rushing with apologies, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please don’t hang up. I didn’t mean that.” 

 “I’m not going to hang up.” You sigh rubbing at your temple. 

 Why were you still entertaining this? All you had to do was hit the little red button on your phone and he would go away. Just like he wanted. But here you are. 

 “I’m sorry for what I said.” He 

 “I know you are.” 

 “I mean it.” 

 “I know you do bub,” The nickname slips out, and you flinch and you tense up biting your lip. 

 There’s a long pause on the other end and for a moment you think he hung up until you hear him sigh into the phone, “Can you come over. Please.” he asks suddenly a little soberer. 

 You pull your phone away from your ear looking at the time, it’s late but it’s not terribly late, and no matter how much you wanted to pretend like he no longer had an effect on you, there was no point in lying to yourself. 

 “Yeah, okay.” 

 “Really?” He quips, voice a little lighter. 

 “Yeah. I’ll be over in twenty.” 

  …..…..

You’re standing on his doorstep for about a minute, reminding yourself that at any time you can leave. You could turn around get back in your car and go home and forget all about Shawn Mendes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do you. Hesitantly you raise your fist up knocking on the door lightly hoping not to wake the rest of his roommates. There’s a little bit of clattering before Shawn’s clumsily opening the door for you, leaning against the frame with a dopey grin on his face. 

 “You’re here.” 

 “I told you I’d be didn’t I.,” you say giving him a sad smile. He was in bad shape. Hair a mess, eyes bloodshot, with dark circles underneath, and a fresh cut on his cheek. You raise your hand up, turning his head to the side to get a better look at the wound “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

 You take his hand, and he follows behind you as you make your way to his bedroom. You set him down on his bed, and he plops down his hands going straight to your waist pulling you in close as you stand in between his legs. You run your fingers through his hair, and he leans into your touch letting out a contented sigh. “I’ll be right back,” you say pulling yourself away from him. 

 You head into the bathroom, rummaging through his bathroom cabinet trying to find the supplies needed to clean up his face, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.  You didn’t look much better than him, your hair just as a mess, eyes just as bloodshot, and the same pained look behind your eyes. 

 What were you doing? What is it about this boy that’s got you running to him at all hours of the night to take care of him? Didn’t you deserve better than this? 

 You come back into the room and see him laying down on the bed. 

 “Up for a second, please,” you say tapping his knee. He lets out a little groan but follows your instructions, “It’s going to sting a little.” you warn beginning to clean him up. Any other night you would have asked him what he’d gotten himself into, who he’d pissed off but it would probably only end with a fight, so you didn’t. 

“Thank you,” he whispers to you, and you just nod your head knawing at your lip. “I really am sorry.” 

 “You don’t have to apologize. Let’s just get you in bed, yeah?”  you reply, almost robotically. This is your routine, you’ve done it all before. The drunken apologies and you just have to smile and nod and wait for him to sober up, just for him to be his normal emotionally unavailable self in the morning. 

 You lean down and help him take off his boots and once you do he stands stipping down to his boxers, and it's not that it’s something you haven't seen before, but now it felt like an invasion of privacy. Like you’ve lost the right to see one other in such away. You catch yourself staring and decide it’s time for some hangover prep. So you go down to the kitchen, getting a glass of water and some crackers, and finding some pain killers to set next to his bed. 

 “You’re all set. I think I should go.” 

 “No,” He complains from where he’s layed in bed, “stay with me.” 

 “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Shawn.” 

 “I know it’s not, and I know I don’t deserve it. But please stay.” He asks suddenly a lot more sober than he’d been since you walked in. And it’s embarrassing just how easy it was for you to change your mind. 

 “Okay.” 

 He pulls his covers to the side, allowing you to scoot in next to him. You lay back against the pillows, and Shawn is quick to take comfort in you, laying his head on your chest. It throws you off how comfortable he is wrapping himself around you, and you hesitate for a movement before you sink into the pillows wrapping your arms around him in return.  

…..…..

The sun peaking through the blinds is what wakes you the next morning. You had almost forgotten where you were as if the events of the night before never happened. But soon the familiar scent of Shawn’s cologne filled your senses and there was no denying where you were. Your stomach did somersaults at the realization, but as you turned over finding Shawn's side of the bed empty you started the think of an escape plan. But as you went through it all in your head, something came over you and decided not to run. Running is what’s gotten you in this situation in the first place. You needed to face him, to deal with whatever mess is to come. 

So you got yourself relatively presentable and made your way out of the bedroom to find Shawn’s shirtless back to you over the stove. You take a seat at the island and he doesn’t seem to notice you, too focused on what he’s doing so you awkwardly cleared your throat hoping that it’d do the trick, and it does. 

“Morning,” he says with a small smile, before turning back around plating a pancake. 

“Good morning.”

“I figured I’d make you breakfast. As a thank you, I don’t remember much about last night but, um….I feel like an apology is in order.” 

“Shawn- no it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. I’m sorry you came all the way over here. And you definitely didn’t need to spend the night so - thanks.” 

“It’s no big deal Shawn really.” He doesn’t argue with you anymore, just gives you a sad smile, and shakes his head fondly. “What?” 

“You’re just always so self-less. I will never understand you.” 

“I’m not self-less.” you scoff shaking your head. 

“Yes you are,” he says firmly. “The last time I saw you….” 

“We don’t have to talk about it.” 

“Yes, we do. Because the last time we spoke I said some awful, vile things.” 

“Shawn really it’s -” 

“No! No it’s not fine.” he snaps, before letting out a deep breath, “Why do you do that? Why do you keep making excuses for me?” 

“I don’t - I don’t know.” 

“I was awful to you. I said awful things and then I call you, blackout drunk and you come over. Not only that, but you spend the night when I ask, and you want to tell me that you’re selfless.” 

“I just don’t want you to hurt Shawn that’s all.” 

“Even after everything, I put you through.” 

“Yeah. Even after everything. I wish I didn’t care so much, believe me, my life would be much easier, but I can’t help it.” 

He looks at you with sad eyes and sets a plate down in front of you with pancakes and some bacon. He comes around the counter and takes a seat next to you, 

“You’re not eating?” you ask 

“Nah, I’m not hungry. Just wanted to do something for you,” he says through a sad smile. “Go ahead, eat.” he encourages, and you pick up your fork and dig in.  

You eat in relative silence for a few moments unsure of what to say next. In all your time together, whatever your relationship was, Shawn seldom did anything like this for you. He would do things for you sure, but they always ended up leading to him asking for a favor, and it always felt like he was making a deal rather than trying to do something nice. So you sat and waited for the other shoe to drop, for him to say something to ruin the nice gesture. 

But it doesn’t come. He lets you finish your food in peace, and then when you finish, he cleans up for you. 

“I should probably get going.”

There was a flash of disappointment on Shawn’s face but he knew better. He knew what this was for you and he knew he’d be stupid to think that you’d see it anything other than a mistake. 

“Yeah- yeah. Of course.”

You go to collect your things that you’d haphazardly dropped onto the small living room couch the night before, but Shawn stops you. 

“Actually, wait.” you look up at him and it’s like the first time you ever were together alone all over again. You were nervous, heart pounding in your chest butterflies in your stomach. You wanted to run, but you also needed to hear what he had to say. “I don’t want you to go.”

“Shawn.” 

“Not without you hearing this. I just - I want to fix this. I know I don’t deserve it. I know that I’m a piece of shit and I put you through hell-”

“You did.” 

“Yeah. I did. And words can’t describe how sorry I am for it. I wish I could take it back, but I can’t.” 

“No, you can’t.” 

“But,” he takes a step closer to you taking your hands in his and your heart rate picks up, “I can do everything I can to make it up to you.” He says quietly, “If you let me. Please.” 

Everything in you is screaming ‘NO!’. But the heart wants what the heart wants, or so they say. 

“Okay.” 

Shawns eyes lit up, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had to have been dreaming. Everything he’s ever wanted, a second chance with you, was just granted just like that? It couldn’t be. “Okay?” 

“Yeah. You can make it up to me. But Shawn, you fuck up and I’m gone.” 

“Yes. I - okay. I won’t fuck up. I promise. “ 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.". 

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[sckyie]

song: where were you in the morning? by shawn mendes

word count: 1.2k

genre + warnings: friends to lovers kinda; swearing, established friendship, morning after, suggestive [ no smut ], also DONT HAVE DRUNK SEX.

pronouns used: female insert (she/her)

a/n: first part of the haikyuu song series :)

Your cheek were warm as you entered Sakusa's apartment. If it weren't for the alcohol in both of your systems, he wouldn't let you near him. You held his hand as you followed him into his bedroom. Sakusa closed the door behind you, pinning you against the wall. "I wanna get to know you better," He says. You feel his warm breathe against you before he crashes his lips into yours. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes," You smiled as he trailed his hand to your back. Both your lips, moving in sync as you made your way to his bed. His hand began to roam your body as you landed on the sheets. "Omi are you sure?"

"Definitely," He says as his mouth connected with your neck.

After the two of you finish, you two laid beside each other on the bed. The room was warm from your heat and all you could do was admire Sakusa beside you. He reached over and combed your hair. "I was drunk when we started but," He sighed. "I'm not anymore."

"You're so pretty," As you were still a little tipsy, you smiled at his touch. "I thought you didn't like germs."

"I hate germs but...something about you, I'm okay with," He smiled. "I trust you."

"Hehe, you like me," You giggled. Sakusa rolled his eyes as he pulls you closer to him. You lay on his chest, drawing shapes on his naked body. "Does this mean we can have breakfast together?"

"Do you want to?" He chuckled at your drowsy proposal.

"Yeah," You yawned. "We can make pancakes, eggs, bacon.."

"Don't get my hopes up," Kiyoomi chuckled. "Do you work tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I work every morning," You groaned. "I wish I could stay here forever."

Kiyoomi laughed at your tipsy antics and began to comb your hair with his fingers. The night continued with your pillow talk, mostly making bold statements. Sakusa found your post-sex talk rewarding. He could tell he made you happy and you made him feel over the moon.

"You know I've never felt this- this- amazing with person in so long," You smiled. "Thank you Omi."

"Glad to be the one who made you feel this way," He chuckled.

"Thank you," You say. Your voice began to drift as you slowly fell asleep in his arms.

It was an odd feeling for Kiyoomi. He never let anyone touch him, not even his teammates. Having someone so close and so intimate with him was strange to him. He looks down at your naked body, pulling the blanket to cover you up. "Goodnight," He smiled. He kisses your forehead before falling asleep.

The sun began to rise hours later, the light shining through the blinds. You awaken to see the glistening lights hit your eyes. As your eyes fluttered open, you noticed yourself naked in a different bed. You looked over to see Sakusa's back facing you.

Your cheeks flushed red and you pulled the blanket up to cover your torso. You looked around to find your dress and undergarments on the floor. You quietly slipped out of bed and into the bathroom, grabbing your clothes on the way.

You examine your body, noticing the red marks littered along your chest and sides. You hide your face at the sight before quickly getting dressed. Quietly, you exit the bathroom to see Sakusa still deep asleep. "Sorry Omi," You say. You carefully leave the bedroom to head home.

"Shit, we took an uber home," You realized at the doorstep. "Fuck."

You ended up calling Hinata to pick you up and drop you off. You explained to him your mistake and how you hooked up with Sakusa. Hinata was shocked that he even let you touch him.

While you were on your way home, Sakusa was just waking up to an empty bed. He pinches his nose as he realized that you had left him alone. "She really left?" He grumbled. Sakusa dreaded getting up from bed but proceeded regardless.

As he entered the bathroom, he noticed something on the floor. It must've fell out your jacket because why would you leave your work ID card? He picked it up before turning on the shower.

Sakusa after his shower, he felt a pain on his back. He turned in the mirror to see scratches all over. He grazed the marks with his finger tips, wincing at the sore feeling. "Damn," He muttered. His phone began to ring from his bedside table.

"Hello? Omi-kun?" Atsumu answered.

"What do you want?"

"Oh just wanted to see how you were doing. You and Y/n were very drunk."

"I'm fine, I don't know about her. Thanks for checking in."

"You sound disappointed, everythin' okay?"

"Yeah, she just left me in the morning alone."

"Wait what?!" Atsumu exclaimed. "Did you two-"

"Yes, 'Sumu. We did," Kiyoomi rolled his eyes as he spoke.

"Oh my god- wait she ditched you? Was it bad?"

"No..." He began to think about last night. "It was more than just good actually."

"Oh, damn. Well, what are yer going to do now?"

"I'm going to her work to talk to her, and give back her ID card. I'll see you at practice later."

"Okay Omi! See you soon," Atsumu ends the call, leaving Sakusa to get ready to leave.

You had gotten ready for work after a long shower. You dragged your feet out the house and into your car to drive to work. It was a quiet ride on the way to the office and all you could think of was last night.

It wasn't that you regretted it, last night was amazing. The connection between you and Sakusa grew stronger yet you were too afraid to face him. Once you arrived at your work, you noticed a familar masked figure waiting for you out front. Your cheeks flushed red as you approached the entrance.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"This," He flashes your work ID card.

"Oh, thanks," You reach out for the card but he holds it above his head.

"Where were you in the morning?" He asks. "You left me without a warning. Did I do something?"

"I-" You stopped and felt him bring your chin up with his fingers. "I was scared. Even now I am.."

"Why?" He pulled his hand away.

"You never touch anyone and I don't know if you meant what you said last night," You explained. "I was scared that you'd be freaked with me next to you. So if I left first.."

"You didn't have to face me," He finished your sentence. Sakusa hands you your ID card as he pulls off his mask. He brings his face close to yours before speaking. "I meant what I said."

"Oh, I-" You were cut off by Sakusa pressing his lips against yours. "I'm sorry Omi...for leaving."

"Make it up to me later today then," He stands up straight and adjusted his mask. "After practice, come to my apartment again. You owe me a meal."

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[mendesblurb]

WHERE IS THE LOVE

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors and maybe typos

GIF Credits to owner and maker @tannerandthesociety-backup

It felt like it was just yesterday when you were a new transfer student entering a high school in Toronto.

You were forced to relocate to another country because your dad was offered a promotion at work. You were so happy when he conveyed the news even though you were a little sad that you had to move to another country.

First day of school was tough as nobody wanted to get to know the new kid. You were about to give up when a group of guys asked whether they could sit with you during lunch.

Because you were lonely and desperate for friends you said yes. Those guys were Shawn,Brian and Connor. Soon the four of you became inseparable, you see the thing is for other people at the school they were the three weirdos and now you were their newest member.

The three of you were there from the beginning of Shawn's music career. You were there when his vine blew up and you were all so proud when stitches went trending.

Fast forward to now, you are currently on a summer break from university and what better way to spend your break than joining your best friend’s world tour.

Today you were off to the land of the rising sun aka Japan. As soon as you reach your seat, all you want you to do is take a nap. But unfortunately that was just impossible as you were sitting in next to Brian and Connor.

“Guys please let me sleep.” You whinnied

“Nope, Y/N you're so busy with boring University assignments and now we can finally catch up with each other .” Brian said

“Hey Y/N, what’s stopping you two?” Connor asked

“What do you mean?” You said in lazy tone and eyes still closed

“Let me rephrase it for you my dear, do you or do you not still have feelings for Shawn?” Connor said cheekily

You opened your eyes immediately and said, “Connor wtf?” You said while elbowing him

“Owww, but seriously that sounds like a yes to me, right Brian?” Connor said

“Uhm without a doubt.” Brian nod his head

“Look Y/N, all I’m saying is It will be a dream come true if you and Shawn finally decide to take your friendship to the next level.” Connor said

“What are you trying to say Con, stop giving me riddles.” You whined

“All I’m saying is I know our Shawnie like you too and I have a plan to make him confess his feelings to you.” Connor said

“Whatever brilliant plan you think you have, I don’t want to know because whatever feelings I have towards him will just ruin our friendship.” You replied

“Cmon Y/N, please!” He said while giving you his puppy eyes

“I just don’t want to ruin our friendship, Con.” you said

“I pinky promise, your friendship won’t be ruined.” He said

“Fine, tell me your so-called amazing plan” you replied

“Brian, will you do the honours of explaining the plan to this amazing lady here.” Connor said

“ it would be my pleasure.” He said while giggling

The next few hours flew by and soon you were arriving at theHaneda Airport. Upon arriving the four of you and all the crew rushed to the hotel.

————The next morning———————————-

“Good morning Y/N and Con.” Shawn said in a clearly still sleepy face

Shawn was sleepy but not blind as he saw his 2 best friends standing rather close to each other. Connor’s hand was wrapped around your waist and his face was buried in your neck.

“Oh hey Shawn, didn’t see you there.” You said and immediately you turned your attention back to Connor and he whispered to your ear,”pretend I said something funny and you loved it.” In response you just giggled and Completely ignored Shawn.

Shawn felt annoyed and decided to go and find Brian. After spotting Brian, Shawn decided to approach his table.

Shawn plopped on the seat next to

Brian, resting his head in one of his hands while the other aggressively stabbed the watermelon in his bowl with a fork.

“Dude, don’t blame the watermelon when you have a jetlag!” Brian said

"I am not jetlag" Shawn mumbled through gritted teeth and annoyed expression, lifting his eyes to look at you again, gripping the fork tighter when he saw who you were with.

Brian followed his friend's eyes, and he was crossing his fingers and hoping his plan worked when his eyes landed on you. But for now he just sighed and put his hand on Shawn’s shoulder, to somehow give him support over the image of his two best friends acting all flirty toward one another.

You made your way through the hotel restaurant to find Brian’s table while holding Connor’s hand. This was part of the whole plan, you and Connor had to act all flirty with each other during breakfast.

Hey guys" You playfully greeted, reaching the table, a big smile on your face as you sat across from them.

Before Connor could sit down next yo you, he got a phone call from Andrew saying that he needs to finish editing the video now so he excused himself and went back to his room.

"Hi Y/n" Brian happily replied, lightly nudging Shawn’s elbow when he didn't say anything.

Your smile instantly replaced by a frown, when you noticed Shawn was just focused on his watermelon , avoiding your gaze. By now you wonder, whether the plan actually worked because the last thing you want is to ruin your friendship.

"So how did you guys sleep?" You awkwardly asked, focusing your curious eyes on Brian, waiting for him to tell you what was going on with Shawn.

“Uh ... not much but managed to get 6 hours" Brian said. "So, when did you get all lovey dovey with Connor?" He asked to take the attention away from Shawn, but he mentally he knew that's probably the last thing Shawn wants to hear right now.

"Oh last night Connor confessed his feelings and I said I felt the same" You smiled back again, meanwhile Shawn just choked at his glass of milk.

By now Shawn was coughing and you quickly asked, “ Shawn you okay, here have my water.”

“I’m good Y/N, thanks.” Shawn replied but still avoiding your meet your eye

“He confessed his feelings and now you guys are showing all the PDA" He teased in a mocking tone making you frown for the second time, because it wasn't a sarcastic mocking tone, it was a mean mocking tone.

"I mean he is proud to say that He has feelings for me and now he just wants other people to know about our love too so I will say it’s a sweet gesture he likes and I really enjoy it too" You defended yourself, and Shawn just chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure that's just a rebound,I mean we're talking about Connor, He makes everyone think he has moved on from his ex and Y/n, I'm sure he just wants to have a tour fling to show his ex." Shawn proudly said

"So you're saying I'm just some fling for him?" You asked, ignoring the way your heart ached from Shawn who was thinking so low of your other best friend.

"What I'm saying is the guy still constantly talks about his ex , so my advice is you shouldn't be that excited about your new relationship status because he'll just end up going back to his ex.” He stated while obviously still clouded by jealousy.

"Seriously why can’t you be happy that I end up with Connor, Mendes" You painfully said, before getting up from the table and leaving your bowl of cereal behind and you went back to your room.

Jealousy could trigger many things and you certainly didn’t expect Shawn would say that about Connor.

“Mendes, when was the last time she called you that?” Brian said

Mendes, you only call him that whenever you are upset with him. And now he realised that he too was blinded by the jealousy that he didn’t monitor all the words coming out of his mouth.

“ You know what I still can’t believe, I am still surprised that a guy like you could write so many songs but can never truly say anything to the person who inspired all the songs.” Brian shook his head in disapproval and left Shawn all alone at the hotel restaurant.

…………………….Later at rehearsal…………………..

Part B of the plan was for you and Connor to arrive together at the rehearsal but also you need to arrive a little late to build some type of tension, at least this theory was stated by Brian.

“Okay everyone let’s take 5, before we start.” Shawn said to the band, “Brian where‘s Y/N?” He asked

“I don’t know probably, with Connor.” Brian replied

After rehearsing for 2 songs you finally arrived at the venue with Connor.

Usually during all rehearsals or concerts you will give your full attention to Shawn and after every song you would give him a thumbs up and clap for him.

Today however it was different as he looked across the stage he saw you sitting in Connor’s lap and giggling at his cheesy jokes.

Shawn felt heartbroken when he saw you, his girl, well not exactly, his girl that isn't his but is his ... the girl he loved forever... anyway, when he saw you laugh with someone that wasn't him his heart instantly dropped.

Especially when that someone was Connor Brashier, I mean he knew that Connor was aware of his feelings toward you and he didn’t expect this type of betrayal from Connor of all people.

———- The day of the concert——————————

Today was the big day, usually Shawn felt excited because he was about to meet all his fans but today he couldn’t concentrate, he kept thinking whether things could turn out differently if he confessed his feelings sooner. Would you feel the same? One thing for sure is he would be on cloud nine if you felt the same way he did.

“Shawn, you ready?” Andrew asked

“Yeah, yeah sure.” He said clearly distracted

“Hey.” You said entering the dressing room

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Shawn asked

“Am I not allowed to wish my best friend a goodluck?” You asked.

“Whatever Y/N just go and be with Connor.” He said

“Look Shawn I think there’s something you should know.”

“Look Y/N, I need to focus on rehearsing my lyrics so please don’t distract me.”

“Shawn I’m sorry if I ever was a distraction, I’ll be outside if you need me.” You said trying to hold back your tears

“Y/N wait! I’m sorry I didn’t mean that it’s just you’re a distraction because dammit I am in love with you and I understand that you’re with Connor now and I just think you should know how I feel about you .” He said

“Shawn I’m not with Connor, I mean the whole thing was them trying to prove to me that I wasn’t the only one who felt that way towards you… the truth is I have loved you since high school if I’m being honest.” You confessed

The next few minutes was a blur as Shawn got up from his seat to kiss you…. what you didn’t know was that the dressing room door was open and Connor and Brian were standing there.

Seeing that Brian grabbed the door handle and closed the door.

Standing at the side stage, Connor happily said, “we did it bro.”

“Damn right we did.” Brian sighed happily and they fist bumped each other.

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[luciadiosa]

It's always you: Rembrandt

Here you go! I got home after training and got on my couch and of course I distracted myself with instagramm and youtube.

Let me now if you like it.

And oh: @cary-elwes do you have gifs of the scenes with him and Rembrandt at the end and the scene where they found the paintings?

The gif search makes me crazy. :)

Part 3.4

The sun blinded you briefly as you slowly open your eyes. Pierre is sitting next to you, one hand on your thigh, looking at Shawn. Who hits something?

However, when he realizes that you have woken up, he looks at you.

"Are we all dead now?" You are not really awake yet. Pierre laughs softly and melodically.

"No. Nobody is dead. I'm sorry, I had to mislead everyone. Even you, my darling.", He whispered to you and you see what Shawn hit with a hammer.

When Pierre leans forward to kiss your face, you get up quickly and point to the stone: “Shawn, this is a crypt! You desecrate that ... ", you speak loud, but are interrupted by Shawn:

“Y/N. It’s not. We got into the crypt. It's a cover. The ashes were in a secret hiding place.” With another blow, more of the wall breaks and Pierre gets up. Soon the paintings were uncovered, and no one seemed to be enthusiastic about them.

“Maybe it's a Thomas Kingkade,” Shawn mentions. You look at him.

“Thomas Kingkade paintings are irrelevant according to the art scene. They are too cheesy.", You mention." Oh, I don't think so. They are beautiful. "Your cousin waves it away.

“He paints puzzles. They may look romantic and some are a fantasy realm, but they're very commercial.”, you remind him.

"Not everyone can have a Gustav Klimt hanging in their room.", Gus remarks to you in a annoyed tone.

“Are you jealous? Maybe you could ask Pierre to obtain you one. Or should I ask him for you?” you reply.

“No! I don’t want stolen art.”

“I bought it.” – “He bought it!” Shawn and Pierre threw in at the same time and look to Gus.

“Fine. Once in a lifetime he bought art. I don’t want to be involved in any of this.” Gus snorts quietly and suggests that Shawn should adopt other artist names.

You have to smile and look at the pictures that Pierre is looking through.

“Everyone starts small. They look better than my still life’s of fruit,” you admit. But only Pierre and Gus didn't seem to like it. It wasn't long before the sirens could be heard and the party broke up.

Later you stand behind Pierre. He looks at the painting. “So, you knew there is a Rembrandt.” You speak.

“Indeed. I cannot believe he draw his own paintings on a real Rembrandt.”

Pierre shook his head. Then turn around to you.

He lays his Hand on your hips and pull you closer. His eyes catch the shine of the watch on your wrist.

“I was wondering where it is.” He takes your hand and looks at the watch.

“Do you want it back? I took it after I heard you died…I wanted something to remind me of you.”

Pierre kneaded your finger with his. “No. Keep it. I guess we haven’t many moments together. After all I am a art thief and I am wanted as soon as they believe me alive. It should remind you that you are important to me.”

You smile at him. “Please don’t do this to me anymore. I mean dying. And I guess you have to be faithful now. No more other women or men.”

“I guess I will survive this advancement.” He pulls you down in a kiss.

Next Part:

Sason 8: Lock, Stock, Some Smoking Barrels and Burton Guster‘s Goblet of Fire

Chapter 1: Royce Cornwalles Staley (Part 4.1)

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Screaming Color (Soulmate AU) Part ONE  Shawn Mendes Writing Circle

A/N: Massive massive thank you to @saysweartogod-og for orchestrating this #ShawnMendesWritingCircle!! 🥳 I’m so excited to be part of this and see where this story goes as a different Shawnblr author will be continuing it!

This is my twist on the classic Soulmate AU trope! 💫🎨💗 Make sure to check out all of the other SMWC stories! And as always, let me know your thoughts! I’d love to hear any form of feed back!! 

Thanks a million million for all your support!! It really means the world to me! Love you all lots! 🥰💫💞✨🥺

Warnings: none !

WC: 2.8K

“Don’t worry, Y/n it’s…normal.”

You slumped back against the wicker chair and crossed your arms over your chest, “I’m nearly twenty-two, I shouldn’t be this late of a bloomer.”  

You were sitting on a patio of a restaurant eating brunch with your friend, Charlotte, who wanted to try this spot from all the pictures she’d seen of the flowers.  When you first walked in, Charlotte let out a gasp as she clutched your wrist, looking around with awe vividly describing everything her eyes traced over.  

How you walked under an archway of sunflowers and daffodils––They’re bright yellow, but get a bit orange toward the middle––when you first entered the restaurant.  The wisteria, a lavender color––That’s purple––peaked through the holes of the oak cross hatched fence with vines––They’re green––that were intertwined in knots.  And when you two were walking to your table, Charlotte couldn’t get over the hydrangeas hanging in terracotta pots from the ceiling––It’s like a mix of lilac and pale blue, but more on the blue side.

It’s so beautiful, Y/n, I wish you could see color.

Color.

In this wonderful surreal world you lived in, a person could only see in various shades of black, grey, and white until they locked eyes with their soulmate.  It was a bit bizarre when your parents had the talk with you at seven-years-old. They tried explaining how you just saw a monotone of gray colors, but when you looked into the eyes of your soulmate, your world would be filled with color.  

You have to make direct eye contact with them, your mom emphasized, you both have to look into each other’s eyes.

If you catch a glimpse of them, your dad added in, you might be able to see a glimpse of color but it’ll go away if you don’t make eye contact with them.

You thought that was a load of bologna, but when you were ten and someone asked why you were wearing green pants with a purple shirt…You thought that your parents might be onto something.  And when you got older, and more of your friends started to see color, it became obvious that you hadn’t looked into the eyes of your soulmate yet.

Charlotte was twenty-three and had been able to see color since she turned sixteen when her soulmate spilled ice-cream on her in the park.  And ever since then, she had tried to describe different colors to you whenever she saw something intriguing.  It didn’t help very much, considering all you saw was various tones of grays and blacks, but you didn’t want to hurt her feelings and tell her she wasn’t helping.

Once you successfully steered the conversation away from soulmates, brunch was an enjoyable meal.  You laughed, gossiped about the people at your internship, and ate your meal with only the occasional mention of color from Charlotte.  But when your dishes were cleaned off, and the bill was split in half, you hugged her goodbye and told her you would see her in the office on Monday.

You were walking on the sidewalk to get to your parallel parked car when you felt someone slightly bump into you.  It didn’t throw you off your feet, so you didn’t think much of it, but you were still curious as to who brushed passed you.  You twisted your head over your shoulder to see the back of someone’s curly hair.  

You didn’t think much of it so you turned your head forward and continued to walk.  But there was a moment when you looked up at the sky that you were blinded by the brightness of the sun, blinded by a sharp light that didn’t look like the typical gray you saw.

For a second you thought you saw the color yellow.

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The morning rain was not something you were expecting on the walk to your internship carrying six cups of coffee.  Luckily you were only two blocks away from the radio station when it started, but you were able to scan your access card and pushed open the front glass doors, with your hair wet and matted to your head, before the sky opened up and poured rain.

You smiled at the receptionist, took the elevator up to the third floor, and weaved your way through the office until you got to where your internship supervisor, and the rest of the digital team, were located.

“Did you hear?” A very peppy Charlotte ran up to you as you were checking the names of the coffee cups before placing them down on the appropriate desks, ”Shawn Mendes is gonna be here today.”

She gripped your wrist in excitement which, unfortunately, caused some coffee to spill out from the lid and onto your hand.  

You hissed at the hot liquid and broke her hold from your wrist to shake away the burning sensation, “His songs are cool.”

Charlotte pulled a tissue out from the box on a desk and handed it over to you, “Word on the street is that he can see color now.”

“That��s nice,” you said with little interest as you tried to dry your hands with the thin material.

“You’re not––Aren’t you just dying to know who brought color into his life?”

“I mean, only a little?” You said over your shoulder as you placed the last cup of coffee on your supervisor's desk and threw out the cardboard drink holders, “But I’d assume he’d want to keep that private.”

“He’s been seen around with some instagram travel influencer, but I hear she won’t let him take pictures of her because he sucks with the camera.”

It wasn’t an uncommon practice for people to have relationships before they met their soulmate, but whenever a celebrity was seen with someone, it always picked up the attention of everyone asking the question if they had met their soulmate or not.

You let out a little chuckle, “Well if they’re soulmates then she’s doing it out of love.”

Charlotte barked out a laugh and agreed, “I have to help Mindy finish her questions for the interview, but I’ll see you sometime after the segment!”

As she skipped off to help with prep questions for the interview, you walked into the tiny office where all of the interns sat.  And just like the chatter you heard all along your walk, the interns were only interested in the celebrity guest of the day.

“––Shawn Mendes––”

“––I’m going to try and look into his eyes to see if he’s my soulmate––”

“––Don’t even try, he’s with that Instagrammer––”

“––Doesn’t mean he sees color with her!”

You were sitting in your black rolling chair, trying to block out the gossip with your headphones, but it wasn’t working.  With a sigh, you spun your chair around, “Is it really that big of a deal who he sees color with?”

Everyone quieted down and looked over at you.  Their stares were burning into you and you slumped further down in the chair, “Like I totally get wanting to know––it’s really fun to talk about––but isn’t that a bit personal?”

“I’m assuming you don’t see color?”

“Not yet,” you sharply replied, not liking the tone in Amanda’s, the other intern, voice, “Do you see color?”

Her smile faltered, “No, that’s why I have to look into Shawn Mendes’s eyes.”

You looked at her with raised eyebrows, not quite believing how delusional she sounded, and didn’t think it was worthy of a response as you spun around in your chair to get back to your assignments.

A few hours went by of light chatter and completing some tasks before Amanda ran into the room, scrambling to get the radio together, “He’s here––I didn’t get to look in his eyes––but he’s here and the interview is in like two minutes.”

All five interns paused their work and rolled their chairs over to crowd around the radio.  You missed the intro where Mindy listed a few of Shawn’s recent accomplished chart listings, but it didn’t seem like she was holding back with anything as she dove right in with the pressing topics.

“So, Shawn.”

“Mindy,” Shawn mimicked the way she said his name with a laugh.

“A little birdy told me that someone has brought color into your life.”

There was a pause on the other end as everyone held their breaths awaiting his answer.

“Well––Not exactly,” Amanda let out a cheer and everyone shushed her, “I think I saw blue the other day? On Saturday?”

“So you saw something?” Mindy sounded too giddy as she was the first to get this inside scoop, “And you haven’t seen color before?” It was her way of subtly asking if the instagrammer he had been seen with was his soulmate.

“Never,” he was quick with his answer, “I only saw blue for a split second in the sky, but after that, it went back to gray.”

“How poetic,” Mindy swooned, “Bet you can turn that into a song.”

“I might already have a voice note and a few lyrics down.”

You were more intrigued with Shawn Mendes than you were ever before.  He had seen a color––blue––the same day you saw yellow; just a glimpse of it before it turned back to gray.  He had the same experience.  And while Toronto was a big city, it seemed a little too coincidental that you both saw color for a split second on the same day.

“Okay we’re gonna take a quick break, and when we come back, Shawn will answer some rapid fire questions.”  Mindy signed off and the radio transitioned into commercial.  

There was a second of silence where all the interns looked at each other before everyone spoke over each other.

“So he’s seen blue––”

“––She’s obviously not his soulmate––”

“––But that means that he’s at least seen whoever his soulmate is from a distance or something or else he wouldn’t have been able to see blue––”

“Y/n!” Your internship supervisor peaked her head into the intern room with a smile, “Would you mind picking up a lunch order? Our hands are a bit tied with Shawn still being on air––Feel free to order whatever you want and put it on the company card.”

You pushed back your chair, happy to have an excuse to leave the gossip circle, “Of course,” you said as you picked up your phone and walked out of the room.

“You’re the best intern,” your supervisor handed you over the company card, “Promise this won’t happen again, you’re such a help and more equipped for actual work.”

Thanking her for her kind words, you decided to take your time walking to the sandwich shop down the street.  It took both hands to push the heavy front glass doors open and you looked up to see it was still raining, but only a drizzle.  Maybe you wouldn’t be taking your time walking to the sandwich shop after all.  

You quickly walked down the street and into the shop, ordering yourself a sandwich.  Once your sandwich was made, they added it to the order, and you handed over the company card.  You gripped the handles of the large brown bag and shouted a thanks over your shoulder as you hurried out the door.

The sun was shining, the pavement smelled of fresh rain, and to your surprise, the rain had stopped.  A small smile graced your lips as you were now able to take your time walking back to the office.  When the building where the radio station was headquartered came into view, you were surprised to see a fairly large group of teenage girls waiting outside on the sidewalk.

You politely weaved your way through the crowd, whispering a soft excuse me and a pardon me, I work here and need to get through.  But then, all at once, everyone surged forward and started to scream.  Between fighting your way through the crowd, and the excessive pushing of the girls, you finally managed to break free.

You breathed out a breath of fresh air when you escaped the crowd, but someone walked into your shoulder hard and caused you to stumble back a bit.  A little bit ticked off with how rough they were, you whirled around.

“I’m so sorry––”

But once your eyes connected, his words abruptly stopped and you dropped the bag of sandwiches and salads.  Both of you were paralyzed, staring at each other with wide eyes, and that’s when you knew that he saw it too.

The yellow of the sun was familiar; a warmth of bright light shining down on you.  The sky––as you heard him describe earlier as blue––seemed so soft with a light wispy streak of peach coloring through the thin white clouds.  The buildings were tall, shades of gray you were familiar with, but there was more of a depth to them as you could see the color inside through the windows.

And then you really saw him.

His facial features were sharp, but the rosiness of his cheeks softened up his face.  Even the concentrated creases in his forehead had a color that was darker than his slightly tanned skin tone.  His lips were pink, slightly parted in shock, just like how you probably looked.  You trailed your eyes up to his hair, a lone curl dangling from his hair onto his forehead.  

A lot of people have brown hair, you remember being eight and holding your mom's hand walking down the street as she tried to teach you colors without having the ability to see color, you can have different shades of brown; dark to the point where it almost looks black, or as light as a gray shade.  

His hair was dark brown, but with the way the sun was shining down on him, his hair was highlighted with swirls of a lighter brown like toffee.  There was so much depth with the color of his hair, but then you really looked into his eyes––the two little windows into a person’s soul that granted you the gift of seeing the world in color––you knew exactly what your favorite color was.

His eyes were the same color as his hair, brown, but his eyes held more color than any of the curls of his hair.  They were littered with hazel flecks, a few wispy swooshes of golden honey,  and a few lines of dark chestnut radiating out from the blacks of his pupils.

You had heard Charlotte ramble on about how boring her brown eyes were and that she wished she had a more interesting coloring like either blue or green.  But with staring straight into brown eyes, and finally understanding her talk about eye color, you could not understand why she was so upset with her brown eyes.  

“Can you see––”

“Shawn, c’mon,” someone came over and yanked his shoulder back, “We have to go.”

He stumbled back a few feet as he brushed off a person wearing glasses, “I see––”

“Shawn, we have a really tight schedule.”

He kept his eyes locked on you as if he was scared that the color of his new world would disappear like the last time, “What’s your na––”

“Dude,” a boy with red-ish hair pulled him back by his elbow, “the fans are getting too rowdy we need to leave now.”

“My name is––”

Right as you were about to tell him your name, a tall muscular man dressed in all black stepped in between the two of you, cutting off your contact with Shawn.  You started panicking, the fear of losing your soulmate now that you’d found him caused a crippling fear deep inside you.  

You tried poking your head around the security guard, “Excuse me––”

“Sorry miss, he can’t take any pictures now.”

An aggravated sigh past through your lips, “I know, but he’s my––”

But you weren’t able to get another word out to the security guard explaining how Shawn was your soulmate because he, the boy with red hair, and the guy with glasses were all wrangling Shawn in the car despite him struggling and constantly looking over his shoulder at you.

Just like how instantly color came into your life when you looked into Shawn’s eyes, he was in the van and driving down the street just as fast.

And as you stood on the sidewalk, surrounded by fans screaming––Oh my God, that was really Shawn Mendes––with the bag of lunch still on the pavement, you were transfixed with the world of color that you were now surrounded by.

But you were left without the person who gifted you color.

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Morning Kisses

Summary: Shawn’s home from tour after 3 long months and the two of you decide to just stay in bed all morning.

Author’s Note: This gif I used is from a post by @yashalex​ and I’ll probably reblog the whole post after this because it was the inspiration for this whole entire fic. Anyways this is about 1.6k of pure fluff of things I want with Shawn so I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! As always, please tell me what you think, I love your feedback!

The bright Toronto sun streamed in through the large open windows of the bedroom, a result of the two of you being too caught up in the others’ presence last night to worry about closing the blinds. Shawn’s flight had arrived close to midnight and after he showered to get rid of the awful airport stench, the two of you headed straight to bed, wanting nothing more than to be able to just hold each other all night long. It had been a long 3 months apart and you were planning on making up for lost time at any chance you could before he had to leave again for the next leg of the tour in a couple of weeks. You missed him more than anything in the whole world and no call, text, or FaceTime could ever compare to having him by your side. He pulled you into his arms that night, humming some unknown melody quietly into your ear causing you to fall asleep soundly for the first time since he had left. When you finally awoke, head on his chest and legs intertwined, a small smile graced your face as a content sigh left your lips. His arms were wrapped tightly around you, fingers mindlessly tracing up and down your back, but the even breathing you felt through his chest was enough to tell you that he was still peacefully asleep.

It felt like heaven being so close to him after so long and you couldn’t help but breath in his scent that had slowly begun to fade from all of the clothes of his that you had stolen while he was gone. You were never one to be in love with fragrances until you met Shawn and while you couldn’t quite describe just what he smelled like, to you it always felt like home and love. Your head lifted with each breathe he took, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You took the opportunity to admire him as he slept, blinking your eyes open as you lifted your head slightly to see his relaxed face. Your hands traced his bare chest as you turned your body, never having a single complaint with his habit of sleeping with only sweatpants on so that you could trace his smooth skin when you awoke. You had always loved to gaze at him if you were the first to awake, outlining his beautiful face and chest before he began to stir. A sad smile fell on your lips as you stared at the sleep ridden boy and thought about how this was probably the first time in months that he had slept without worry, knowing how his anxiety and nerves got to him while he was on tour. Every time he came home he had new purple bags under his eyes, a telltale sign of his lack of sleep even if he tried to convince you he was fine. But he wasn’t fine. You wanted nothing more than to take the burden off of his shoulders and make his worries go away, a slight voice in your head always pleading to force him to take a break for his own health. But you stayed silent. You couldn’t ask him to stop the one thing he loved more than anything in the world, even if it meant you had to watch it slowly kill him from the inside out. It made you appreciate the moments when he was with you even more, loving the way the creased lines on his forehead would vanish slowly the more he was around. You cupped his face gently as to not wake him and stroked his cheeks gently with your thumb, giggling to yourself when he absentmindedly leaned into your hand in his sleep like a puppy wanting attention. Your fingers went up to brush through the mess of curls on his head that always seemed to be fluffier and curlier after he went to sleep, enjoying the softness of them between your fingers. Shawn had begun to grow his hair out on tour, much to the dismay of many of his fans, but you weren’t complaining. Not when it meant that there was more of his hair to play with when you gave him head massages, which just happened to be both one of yours and his favorite things to do while cuddling. You threaded your fingers through a particularly knotted section of curls, massaging his head a little to prevent any pain while you pulled your fingers out, earning a sigh that escaped his plump, pink lips.

You traced the outline of his face down to his sharp jawline before placing a soft kiss to his cheek, peppering light kisses down to his jaw and neck. You placed a final one on his collarbone, looking up at him through your lashes to see a content smile playing on his lips. Shawn let out a small groan, tightening his arm around you and turning the both of you on your side, earning a quiet squeal of surprise to leave your mouth. His eyes slowly opened so that you were staring into a pair of honey, brown eyes and a small smile tugged at his lips after seeing the most beautiful woman in front of him. “Morning, beautiful,” he whispered, a lovely rasp accompanying his morning voice as he brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger on the side of your face to rest on your shoulder. Twisting a piece of your hair between his fingers, he let his gaze fall back to your eyes, and he found himself lost for a moment, thoughts consumed with everything about you. 

You stared into his eyes, seeing nothing but love behind his gaze, “I missed you, rockstar.” 

“I missed you too, honey, more than you will ever know,” he whispered, bringing his finger to trace down the center of your nose, ending with a tap on your nose as a soft boop escaped his lips. You giggled at the man child in front of you and he took the opportunity to surge forward to meet your lips in a kiss the both of you smiled through. Shawn pulled back carefully, leaving his forehead resting on yours with a hand on your waist to pull your body even closer to his, “I don’t wanna ever leave you again.”

You sighed, rubbing your nose with his, “You say that every time, Shawn.”

“I know, but I mean it this time, I’m just gonna stay here with you forever. Just gonna cuddle you every day of my life.” He rolled you over so your back was pressed against his chest and he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, pressing soft butterfly kisses into his oversized tshirt that adorned your body. His eyes closed again with a smile on his face as his large frame encased your body, legs intertwined with yours as he pulled you tight to his chest. You let yourself live in the fantasy of being like this every morning, never having to worry about waking up to a cold bed, and you allowed your body to relax further into his. 

“I wish you were here every morning,” you confessed, “but you know I’d never ask you to do that.”

“I know,” he mumbled into your shoulder, “and you know I’d never ask you to quit your job to come tour with me.”

“It’s like the world is against us all the time. “

“Doesn’t matter what the world thinks, you’re the love of my life and I don’t care if the world wants to believe that or not.”

You blushed at his words, but you could feel the seriousness behind them, and you hated that you made his first morning home so somber, “No music is the love of your life, I’m just the girl that gets to kiss you sometimes.”

“Excuse me?” he asked, his face turning from worried to a feigned offense once he saw your teasing smile when you rolled to face him, “Haven’t you realized that I’ve given all of the love I have to you?”

“What love, I’m so unloved,” you tease, hand coming up to rest dramatically on your forehead, “Never been loved by anyone before, always second place.”

“Oh shut up,” he whined, turning away from you and stuffing his face into his pillow, “You don’t appreciate my love.”

You giggled at his stubbornness, knowing he was hiding a smile behind his hurt facade and scooching closer to his giant body in order to wrap your arm around his chest. “Was just kidding, bubs,” kissing his shoulder tenderly, you let your lips linger on his warm skin, “You know I love you.” Your lips moved to his cheek and he lifted his head to meet your lips, causing your heart to grow at the movements of your lover. 

Shawn rolled onto his back and pulled you down so your face was hovering over his, “I love you more than anything, baby.” You leaned down and planted your lips gently on his and he cradled the back of your head carefully. “More than the moon,” he mumbled between kisses, “The stars. And most definitely more than music.” He disconnected his lips from yours to stare into your eyes, a serious look behind his own. ‘You know I’d give it all up for you if you asked,” he told you, cradling your face in his large hands.

“I’d never ask you to,” you murmured, eyes dropping before meeting his again, “But I will be selfish and ask you to love on me while you’re here.”

“Now that’s something I can do easily,” he smiled, lips molding into yours in a passionate kiss as he promised to himself that he would do anything to have a thousand more mornings like this with you.