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WARNING - the chapters that comprise this section of The List will contain CNC (consensual non-consent). It will mention rape. There will be humiliation. It will involve weapons. This particular part is mainly corporal punishment. The sub will not always be treated / spoken to kindly. If you’re happy to read such things then feel free to continue.

The List - CNC - Part Four

As you huddle on the floor, gradually getting your breathing back under control, you become aware of the curious feeling of being surrounded. You lift your head and peek around and sure enough, two pairs of boots are inches away.

“I knew you’d choose those,” Mark’s voice floats above you.

“So I’m a tit man - sue me,” comes Shawn’s reply. “Already know what you’re gonna do next.”

Mark huffs out a laugh. “Yeah,” He says. “She doesn’t though.”

Shawn nudges you with his boot and when it makes you huddle in even more he curses and does it again, but harder. “Get on your back, slut - should be familiar.”

You slowly roll over on to your back with your knees raised up and cross your arms over your chest. In response he kicks lightly at your knee so that you drop your legs flat and then he follows you down and sits astride you. He takes hold of your arms and works to pull them away from your body; you do your best to resist but he’s far too strong and he easily forces your hands up and over your head before his gaze roves hungrily over your breasts. As soon as he lets go you begin to move them again and so he grabs them and shoves them back down, holding them there as he looks down at you with a stony expression.

“Leave ‘em there, or I’ll get him to stand on ‘em.” He warns with a nod over to where Mark is standing. “Probably break your fucking wrists.”

You swallow a whimper and just lay there as he slowly lifts his hands away, watching to make sure you’re going to obey. He reaches behind his head and removes a silver chain that’s draped around his neck. At first you think he’s taking his necklace off and then as he lifts it free of his hair you grit your teeth - it’s a set of clover clamps. Fuck… this is going to hurt.

Keeping the clamps in one hand he uses the other to toy with your left nipple. Not viciously like he did before - it’s a gentle, teasing touch and of course the bud turns hard under his ministrations. You’re expecting him to put the clamp on right away but instead he takes his time to play with the other one, until both have been coaxed into firm peaks. He leans down and traces the tip of his tongue around each of them in turn and you whimper as the skin tightens further.

He shifts his head so that his mouth is next to your ear and whispers, “I think you enjoyed that… didn’t you, fuck toy?” He raises up again and you close your eyes briefly as your stomach flips over at the name but say nothing; when you open them he’s dangling the chain over your face as he smirks down at you. “Know what these are?”

Deciding to play dumb, you shake your head and he traces his fingers over your breasts again.

“Remember me saying I wanted to hear you say ‘please’ some more?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he rattles the clamps in your face. “These are gonna make that happen.”

Without any further preamble, he deftly attaches the clamps to your nipples and as the pain lances through your flesh you scream. It’s the sort of reaction that you’d normally work to keep a lid on but no such pretence is needed here. Before you can move he lunges forward and holds your wrists to the floor as you struggle beneath him.

“Fuck! Take them off, please! Take them off!”

He looks down at you and smiles, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head. “Nuh uh - they look real pretty.” He moves a hand in order to pinch the chain between thumb and forefinger, holding it loosely though it sways some. “And the best part? If I give this here a little pull… they’ll get tighter - wanna try?”

You shake your head and your voice cracks a bit as you speak. “No… please don’t… please!” You’re breathing hard as you try to cope with the pain, your hands clenching repeatedly into fists though you leave your hands over your head for fear of reprisals if you move. You close your eyes and let yourself feel the fear, the helplessness, the pain and yes… the arousal.

“You said she kicked you earlier?” Your eyes open when Mark speaks, though you’re still mostly distracted by the sharp pain in your nipples and the fact that Shawn still has hold of the chain and thus controls whether it goes up a couple of notches.

You gain a couple of degrees of relief when he lets the chain go and kneels back up in order to look at Mark. “Yeah, when I was putting her in the truck.” He says and then gets to his feet but continues to stand astride you. “She was mouthing off with some BS about people coming over and then she slammed her foot right into my kidney, little bitch.”

“Well, that sure ain’t the kind of behaviour we expect. Get her up here.”

For a frightening moment you think Shawn is going to drag you up via the clamp’s chain but as he bends over he’s reaching towards your arms and unthinkingly, you bring them down from over your head to aid the task. Given that it’s achieving his aim he doesn’t rebuke you for moving and just hauls you to your feet and you stand there with your head down, teeth gritted against the pain in your chest. You gasp as a hand goes into your hair to drag your head back and you find yourself looking up at Mark. You again have a moment of wonder at how he’s emanating this air of being a stranger but then you have to concentrate because he’s speaking.

“So you’ve been cussing, being violent - and you even spat at him,” he’s saying, indicating Shawn with a nod of his head. “Can’t be letting you get away with all that now, can we?”

You don’t say anything because even though it’s clear to everyone that your actions over the course of this scene were entirely to be expected, you know that no good will come of answering back.

“I’m kind of an old fashioned guy,” he goes on as he releases your hair and his hands move to his waist. “So I’m gonna give you some old fashioned discipline.” Your breath catches as he unbuckles his belt and slides it from the loops - it’s an aspect of impact play that’s been as yet untouched on your list, though not for much longer. “Get her bent over,” he says to Shawn and as the blonde walks by you he pats your cheek but you shy away from his touch which makes him huff with laughter.

There’s another table at the far end of the cabin, pushed up against a wall and next to a door that you notice for the first time. You briefly wonder where it leads to but then Shawn’s back and setting the table in question down a couple of feet away.

“C’mon, get over.” He pulls you by the wrist to stand beside it and then pushes on the back of your neck. You go quietly into position, though set your forearms on the wooden surface to prevent your clamped nipples being squashed against it. Without relinquishing his grip on your neck, Shawn runs his other hand firmly down your back and on to your ass cheek which he squeezes hard and then smacks. You whimper but this time it has a different tone because it’s becoming harder to play act against the rising tide of lust.

“A good dozen should do the trick, what d’ya think?”

You swallow, wondering whether the question is directed at you and then feel relieved that you didn’t try to speak as Shawn smacks your ass again and replies, “For starters.”

There’s a brief silence and then you feel Mark’s huge hand between your shoulder blades. You have a mad thought that it’s weirdly comforting to have both of them touching you at the same time but that’s quickly driven from your brain when the belt comes whistling down and lands squarely across your backside. For a second you feel virtually nothing and then as the sting spreads over your skin you gasp and then cry out. There’s a pause that you recognise dimly as an opportunity to call red but you decline. Shawn’s hand is still on the back of your neck holding you down, and then you feel Mark’s lift from you and hear him changing his stance. In that moment you realise that first stroke had just been a taster and ball your hands into fists beneath yourself as the leather snaps down again.

“Ahhhhhhh, FUCK!” Still held in place by Shawn’s powerful grip, you stamp one foot against the floor as though it will shake off the pain.

“Still cussing, girl?” Your outburst seems to have earned you a break just two strokes in as you hear him issue another order. “I don’t want to be getting my ears assaulted all the way through this - can you gag her, please?”

“Sure can,” You hear the reply and then you feel Shawn’s fingers at the waistband of your panties and he has them down and off before you can react. Next thing, his grip is back in your hair as he drags your head up, pushing the material at your mouth. “C’mon bitch - open up, you’re good at that.” You begin to make a muffled protest that never gets the chance to be anything else as he forces your panties into your mouth. You taste yourself on the fabric but then get distracted by his other hand worming its way under your chest. You try to pull away, certain that he’s seeking to mess with the clamps but then you feel a totally foreign object being urged against your fingers. You move your head and realise that it’s a golf ball and then you understand - you can’t speak right now to use your colours. You clutch on to the ball and he gives your hand a quick, gentle squeeze before withdrawing and pushing your head back down. “That’ll shut her up,” he says and you hear Mark make a noise of satisfaction.

He doles out another four hard strokes with the belt and you squeeze the golf ball for dear life and yell into the makeshift gag. Through the pain your brain starts to swim in that beautiful, serene way and in your mind’s eye you see yourself as they probably see you - bent over with your pussy dripping as a leather strap strikes your pale skin in such an intimate way. You can picture the welts, bright pink with the edges oh, so slightly raised up. You scream into the fabric as the leather connects twice more and then your head is raised again by Shawn and he’s looking right at you. You meet his gaze and then after a few more seconds he lets your head fall and the belt snaps across the back of your thighs once, twice and then another mighty crack across your ass.

You scream one final time, your head lifting up as the blow sears into your flesh and then it drops again and you hear and feel the thump as Mark sets the heavy belt down next to your head. There’s a moment of silence and you’re dimly aware of Shawn’s hand gently kneading the back of your neck. The very second you find it comforting, it leaves you and you hear him speak again, his voice back to that dark, sneering tone.

“Get her upright; it’s time to get those clamps off. I wanna hear her begging again.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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multifandom-lesbian09 · 5 months

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Hey so I watched all of “My Life With the Walter Boys” today and wrote down my commentary.

“What a way to tell someone her parents are dead.”

“Ginger woman! Ginger woman!”

“You guys have nine boys, at least one of them’s gotta be gay.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, continue being upset about your… situation.”

“I would actually kill myself before I had to stay in a house with nine boys.”

“That one’s gay. I’m calling it; he has a gay haircut. If it’s not the 90’s and you have a Shawn Hunter Haircut, there is no way you’re not fruity.”

“Y’all just ran outta good names, didn’t you? Benny.”

“FARKLE? WHY IS HE WEARING FLANNEL AND PLAYING A GUITAR?”

“I’m afraid of actually liking this show. Like, that is the most Wattpad name. My Life With the Walter Boys, like… no.”

“A stable family life? You keep an emo Farkle upstairs, what about that is stable?”

“What is that shirt? Oh my god, how many of you are gay?”

“That title makes me want to do things to myself that I don’t normally want to do. Bad things.”

“You, I don’t like you, you can go die.”

“Kill yourself, that’s what I think.”

“I don’t know who she is, but she’s very pretty. I hope she ends up being gay.”

After she introduces herself and says she’s from New York. “And I’m very pretty and my parents are dead.”

“She just did the Hannah Montoya Main Character smile. I bet she wants to go lay in the road while it rains.”

“Her name is Jackie Howard, and she is froM NEW YORK BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO CALL HER NEW YORK. COLE.”

“Don’t sit her next to your girlfriend. That’s dumb. You’re dumb.”

“Oh, so you're an emo and a nerd.”

“Oh no he bought her lunch, it’s the end of my life! You’ve literally known her for a day.”

“He looks like if Sam Winchester was a Chad. And a cat.”

“You can’t look that much like Jared Padalecki and be such a DICK.”

“Yeah. Me too. But also I think that I deserve ice cream after watching that performance because it was kinda cringy.”

“What are you gonna do? Stand there and watch her eat? Go away.”

“I was gonna say that this better not be a Marcus and Ginny thing, but Marcus is superior and you can go kill yourself.”

“Why are the mediocre looking ones the ones we’re worried about? Let’s look at the Shawn Hunter looking ones.”

“Oh, so he does have a tragic backstory. Because… he can’t play football. What a terrible life he has. With his… multiple girlfriends.”

“Why did you just say oh my word? You’re a teenage girl, say fuck.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. This has the logic of a Wattpad story, too.”

“Preppy Longstocking? Is this a Disney show?”

“OH. OH. THEY’RE GAY. I LITERALLY CALLED IT FOR BOTH OF THEM. I’M SO GOOD.”

“You’re becoming friends! And that’s really good because I love your face.”

“Bro said he peaked his sophomore year…”

“NO, STOP. NATHAN NO.”

“NO. WHAT THE HELL GUYS. THIS IS YOUR FAULT, COLE, THIS IS WHY I DON'T LIKE YOU.”

“Your brother… and your friend… is in the HOSPITAL. So why don’t we go SEE HIM? Stop MAKING OUT.”

“OH THEY KISSED. OH MY GOD YAAaaaaAAAaY.”

“Yes, she’s holding her banana up to you. Because she’s choosing you.”

About how it shouldn’t have taken Will and Haley breaking up for him to realize she’s more important than any job… “No, it shouldn’t have.” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason*

“Yes! Jesus Christ, I’ve been telling you people to go to the courthouse since the first episode and you didn’t LISTEN TO ME.”

After Skylar and Nathan kiss “Literally I’m so happy that they’re together. I knew he was the gay one.”

“Screw all of you guys for getting me invested in this show.”

“Who’s Morgan, and why are we ignoring her?”

Reading the note that Cole wrote Jackie “nothing is broken that can’t be fixed…” *starts singing Just Give Me a Reason: the sequel*

When Jackie and Cole are making out “STOP. STOP THAT YOU DUMB FUCKS YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THIS CAN'T BE A REPEAT ARE YOU SHITTING ME?”

“No, because she’s in the wherever with Cole. Because it happened again, because Cole’s a dick. A DICK, I SAY.”

When Jackie is on the plane back to NY “Really? Really? Really? Really? Really? REALLY? You dicks.”

#my life with the walter boys #my commentary #lololol i think i’m funny

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PLL: Summer School Random Recap Ep 1 & 2

*read at your own risk: THIS HAS SPOILERS*

Tag spoilers if you're going to share.

Just a few of my favorite moments from the first two episodes of PLL: Summer School (PLL: Original Sin, Season 2):

Faran being right all the time:

Ripped out of the headlines. Faran...PREACH, girl. (side note: Sullivan really annoys me. I'm salty AF that she still has a license to practice psychology after not being an adult for the girls in PLL. I get it...A apparently threatened her kid, but woman...YOU ARE THE ADULT!). Also I don't trust her. And I don't like her.

Noa also being right, but in a more blunt manner:

Ah, Noa. Still my favorite. Perhaps it's her characterization or perhaps it's the way Maia portrays her...but I feel like she steals the screen when sharing it and when alone. No surprise given she was my favorite in the first season (still get chills watching that scene with her running through her complex to the roof with A chasing her). But she's upped the game this season. She comes across as so natural in her delivery. Nothing against the others. But sometimes I can tell I'm watching an actor play a character with them, but Maia is Noa. A+. No notes.

Imogen Emison reference?

Wait...wait WAIT...was this an EMISON reference? Am I the ONLY one who saw this?! "Pip gets Estelle in the end." Plus it was an LGBTQ couple who adopted her baby!!

Mouse is coming into her own and I love it:

Mouse and Ash are my OTP. And they play well off of each other.

Calling out the OG PLL:

Was this a shot at PLL and how easily Mona and Charlotte just cruised out when they wanted? Because I love it.

Greg is so not here for this shit:

The first time I laughed so hard I had to pause. Greg is an asshole, but I feel his frustration on the cult shit. And Kelly's "Quiet!" afterwards...peak comedy.

Kelly channeling her inner Alison DiLaurentis:

Oh my GAWD. This was some straight up Dark Alison DiLaurentis on crack shit (or Mona, since..ya know...she ran her best friend over with a car). I'm developing this theory that perhaps Kelly is in on Bloody Mary (goddamn, am I blanking on the Big Bad's name? I think I am). I'm fairly certain her mother and the pastor are evil. I paused when Mouse was reading something on the Spaghetti site and it was word for word worship talking about Bloody Mary being the second coming of Jesus. Also, I just hate religion as a whole. Like Greg, I too, am an atheist.

Mouse's Grandma being the "fun" Grandma:

Okay, so I was super excited that we might have been getting a semi-Grandma Marin character, but after watching I have this awful feeling that this might be a dementia story in the works (I don't know if I believe the "sleepwalking" bit). But she seems like she's going to be a wonderful addition.

Tabby's very pointed reference within a reference:

Tabby out there breaking the 4th wall. And I'm here for it. Given that the writers retconned/rewrote the Ezria adoption due to backlash, I'm kind of glad they read the criticism of Tabby making too many references that piss the viewers off and basically flipped a middle finger at the people who will find positively anything to bitch about. I think it's funny writing. Trolling AF, but still funny.

I hate it when writers cave to the viewers. And as much as I hated the idea of Ezra getting Imogen's baby...I thought it was so dumb to cave to the viewers whining about Ezria getting the kid. People harped on that so much. Ezra can die in a fire for all I care, but I'll go to my grave thinking that the people who complained about Marlene caving to fan service in PLL with the couples in the end are the same people praising the fan service here. And I hate hypocrisy more than I hate fictional characters. I'm a cynic.

Noa being real:

Noa complaining about the fitted sheet was ironic given I was trying to do laundry while watching. Accurate. Side note: I don't know how I feel about this Jen character. I feel like Shawn (Sean? How is it spelled?) is one of the few non-toxic partners in the show (Ash is still bae). I'm all here for bi-representation, but I don't like love triangles and I don't want them fucking with Noa and Shawn/Sean.

And speaking of love interests:

I love this kid and want to protect him:

I've seen buzz of people not trusting Christian...and I get it. First of all...this is PLL. And second of all Christian is a very...themed name for a show that is most likely going to have the faith-based cult be psychopaths.

But I am going to be pissed AF if they make him a bad guy after everything Tabby went through. Also, let's not make the first prominent black male a problem please (not counting the Dollar Store fake Eddie Lamb or Faran's dad, who hasn't really been villainy).

Final thoughts: Goddamn, Sandy ate it hard, bruh. I was kind of excited to see that rivalry between her and Kelly.

Loved seeing the power of speaking up about the sexual assault. HATED Wes still being a character and also telling Tabby to have sympathy for her rapist's mother? No. Sorry. She raised a rapist...who raped TWO girls. And she was victim-shaming Tabby. Where is that Bloody woman with the knife when you need one?

Speaking about someone I hated seeing: Sean's mother is a raging thundercunt.

Also: I've seen mixed thoughts about the couple setting a firm tone with Imogen about the baby, but I'm not going to lie...I get it. Most likely they know the shit going on in their town (move, MOVE NOW WHILE YOU STILL HAVE THE CHANCE!). I do think they were kind of snappy with her, but as viewers we have no idea how often she shows up after having signed a legally binding document about the adoption.

Love interest wise: Don't know how I feel about Ash following the girls to that cabin, but also...why TF would they even GO there?! I like this Christian guy for Tabby. Henry kind of annoyed me crossing Faran's boundaries, but Faran punching Greg out was *chef's kiss*. And Shawn(Sean)/Noa are adorable.

Parents: I'm shifting to Tabby's mom being a favorite just because I think she's going to have the most screen time. It was nice seeing Lea Salonga again though. I still hate Faran's mom and I hate that they are all buddy-buddy after everything she did to her child.

New characters: Please don't let this swim coach turn into a creep, please don't let this swim coach turn into a creep. Also curious about the guy Imogen met at the Ice Cream place. And well...I'm already in love with Christian (but then again I love Noah Alexander Gerry). Jen is a bit wooden. Can't tell if it's the character or actress.

Curious about everyone's thoughts.

Honorable mention I forgot to screenshot and caption:

Mouse: "You're like Linda Hamilton from the Terminator movie. Don't ask me which one, I'm not Tabby. And you (Noa) are basically the Flash." Faran: "Fair." Noa: *shrugs* "Okay."

#Pretty Little Liars Summer School Spoilers #PLL: Original Sin #PLL spoilers #PLL Summer School

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WWE Money in the Bank 2022 - Quickfire Review

So it's that time of the year again, Ladder Climbing Season

One of WWE's Big 5 PPVs (I'm not calling it that premium live event shtick) is in the books, so let's see how it went!

Spoilers for the PPV

Kick Off

A congrats to Rosenburg for getting engaged

WWE are definitely trying to keep Cody in people's minds, but honestly 'peak of my career'? This is the dude who was ROH and NWA world champion

Of course they talked up Logan Paul as well. I mean, I get it he's an influencer, but it's only short term stuff. Paul can be a good wrestler, but he has to make sure he doesn't make the same mistakes as Ronda Rousey has, and that includes believing he can be a babyface

One Whole Hour of Kick-off and 0 Matches, absolute bull

Main Card

Even as a heel Becky gets that pop, dunno what the headset was but the green and gold was great, she almost looked like a Psycho Ranger

Liv getting a pop close to Becky, Alexa and Asuka was great

Is Raquel's gimmick that she has a back?

I remember that MITB and I can tell you that pop from the crowd was not for Alexa, people were heartbroken that Becky got slighted again

Camera cuts really need to simmer

0 Love for Lacey

Shotzi has had a bit of messy match which is a shame

There has been some really nasty landings in this match

Happy to see Liv win, her rebounding back from the ladder was a clever spot, and Becky freaking out makes sense because she's 3 for 3 for being the last woman kicked off the ladder. The match was scrappy, but decent.

Not a good day for accuracy between the WMITB and Theory overshooting his dive

The match got better the more it went in, it started as a pseudo-squash, threatened to get boring with Theory using rest holds but finished strong

Did Carmella raid Charlotte's feather closet?

Match was fine as it was, nobody thought Carmella had a chance but they didn't squash her and they didn't overstay their welcome, Carmella's post-match should've been a sneaky misdirect but didn't quite land

That Lily credit card ad thing was abysmal...

Burgundy was nice on the Profits

See unifying the Tag Titles was a good idea on paper, but WWE's delivery has been poor given the complete lack of depth in the tag division, by no fault of the wrestlers

Ford also can easily be a great singles competitor

This tag match is sponsored by smacking people in the mouth

Great final third, but now what? The Usos don't really have any more babyface teams to face again for like another month

Oh the raised shoulder, so this will continue the feud

Bray? Or is that just Spooky Edge?

WWE do NFTs? Yeah I'm not surprised

That was a mild pop for Ronda, but at least props for the pride colours

Sharpshooter is devastating to the back, Pat

This match is sponsored by calling each other 'Bitch'

I've often criticized Ronda's inexperience and lack of charisma, but this is the best I've seen her look in a long time. The Shawn Michaels pose during the Sharpshooter was a smart spot

The match was decent, like Belair nobody gave Nattie a chance, but at the least it didn't overstay its welcome, mainly operating in Ronda's wheelhouse

Morgan cashing in though was the bigger pop. I dislike though that they had her immediately get caught into the ankle lock, Ronda was perfectly set up for an Oblivion, should've been that then pin rather than a rollup

But still, very glad to see Liv FINALLY get gold, I fear it won't last long because well...Ronda...and it's mostly a babyface version of Bliss' cash in at 2018, but still, Liv finally gets the W

Urgh, Ronda doing the Hogan at Mania 4, just let Liv have her moment!

This is a surprisingly tame abomination that Seth is wearing

Pretty dumb of Shamu not to use his fighter boys to have an edge in this match

Okay but why? It makes 0 sense

Sami hiding behind the turnbuckle post was great

Pat this ladder has held the Big Show and Mark Henry I think it'd be fine

JEEZ that recoil

Ladder Floating Bro was a great spot

Missed chance to have Omos erupt from the pile of ladders like Godzilla

There's Butch, finally realising wrestling maths

I hate the finish in layers. For one it completely renders the whole qualifying process redundant (they even had a mobile raffle thing which had fans ask who would win MITB hours before announcing Theory in the match, meaning tons of fans wasted their money), for second it's just 2019 when Brock won the MITB, for third 3 of these guys shouldn't have really been in the match: Theory for obvious reasons, Drew because he has Clash at the Castle and Riddle because he lost a title match which bans him from challenging Reigns again and for fourth, because it's Vince McMahon's fingerprints all over this, the man's 'stepping down' is completely meaningless in terms of booking

I know Theory is considered one for the future, despite losing at mania to Pat which does make all these veteran wrestlers look like losers, and he may do really well with the briefcase, but he doesn't resonate with me at all and to finish the PPV like that was quite underwhelming. Which is a shame because the match was good, and I really REALLY wanted Sami to be given his dues, there was story in him being the MITB winner

Conclusion

Overall this was a fine PPV. It had some twists, some good but not all, and everyone worked hard. I can't say it's my favourite piece of wrestling I've seen this week though, such is the risk with WWE's newfound PPV approach of attempting to overdeliver on weak builds. It at least sets up for more, but you can't help feeling that there could have been more.

Match Results and Predictions

Liv Morgan def. Becky Lynch, Asuka, Alexa Bliss, Raquel Gonzalez, Lacey Evans & Shotzi for the Women's Money in the Bank Briefcase Bobby Lashley def. Theory (c) [Submission via Hurt Lock] - NEW CHAMPION!! Bianca Belair (c) def. Carmella [Pinfall via KOD] The Usos (c) def. Street Profits [Pinfall on Ford via 1-D] Ronda Rousey (c) def. Natalya [Submission via Armbar] CASH IN: Liv Morgan def. Ronda Rousey (c) [Pinfall via Roll-up] - NEW CHAMPION!! Theory def. Drew McIntyre, Seth 'Freakin' Rollins, Sheamus, Riddle, Omos, Sami Zayn & Madcap Moss for the Money in the Bank Briefcase

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captainsjack · 3 years

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PSYCH 15TH ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATION

Day Five: Favourite Episode -> High Top Fade Out (4x07)

blackapella, gay cinema, shawngus angst and pining. psych peaks here.

best (read: gayest) moments:

gus brings shawn to another funeral for comfort <3

blackapella!!!!!!!!!!!! gus singing!!!!!!!!!!! shawn’s reaction to hearing gus sing!!!!!!!!

you can literally see the hearts in shawn’s eyes😭

also gus looks so pretty and his voice is beautiful🥺

when they’re sitting on the bench at the funeral, gus is at the edge of it & shawn is like. literally on top of him?? they are fucking squished in there. and when the camera zooms out you can see the rest of the bench and there is like literally 5 feet of space between shawn the next guy. there’s hella room on the bench and shawn chooses to basically be in gus’s lap.

shawn tries to get gus’s attention & he repeatedly slaps his thigh. hmmm could’ve touched him anywhere else shawn🤨

shawn & gus’s little heart to heart in the blueberry🥺 when shawn tells gus that he’s scared gus will leave him like he did his college friends. and gus says that’s dumb bc he hasn’t left for their whole lives so he obviously won’t ever do it ,,, HELP

throughout the episode shawn repeatedly says he wants to stash gus in a safe place bc the bad guys will probably go after him next

and basically this entire episode has this completely different vibe than all of the rest. i really cannot explain it. shawn is just so soft & sensitive the whole time & is really protective of gus. like yeah he usually is, but for some reason he gives off this super lovey vibe and i just cannot get over it. like in most episodes, there will be highly gay scenes sporadically, and then just normal scenes between them. but this ep was ALL soft fluff between shawn & gus & you could really feel the love there. like there aren’t a lot of intense moments or gay jokes or whatever, but it’s just shawn & gus being all lovey and pining over each other !!! it’s really hard to explain but i swear the whole ep they seem 100000000% more like boyfriends the entire time than any other ep. and that’s why i love it sm <3

#psych15anniversary #msjessicaday #psych #high top fade out #4x07 #shus #shawngus #shawn x gus #my post #THEYRE IN LOVE OK??????#hdjdjdjd ok i promise i’m done now #i’m so sorry that was so many posts😭#anywyas

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lonelyreputation · 3 years

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C’est Toi (coffee shop au) • CHAPTER FOURTEEN, wc: 8.2k

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Wednesday - February 20, 2019 - 21:18

Shawn’s here. Like he’s in my dorm which is something I honestly didn’t think would happen. Since the first time I ordered coffee, I just imagined myself fawning over him from afar and watching my back account dwindle with how much I was spending on coffee as an excuse to see him.

But now I’m saving money on coffee, he wants to see me just as much as I want to see him, and he’s in my room.

WARNING: ALLUSION TO SMUT.

“I’m just saying––”

“I don’t think you should say anything.”

With open books and loose leaf paper scattered on top of the table, Ella and I were in a stare off. Her eyes were narrowed in on me and I gripped the pen between my fingers. For the last half hour, studying had been long forgotten on Ella’s end. She kept pestering me on what happened with Shawn and I after the soccer game on Sunday.

And I repeated the same sentence I told her not even five minutes ago.

“Nothing happened,” I dropped my pen and buried my face into my hands with a sigh, “We came here, helped Niall fix something with the espresso machine, and then just spent time together.”

With both palms flat on the table, Ella leaned forward and whispered, “Bullshit.” I leaned back on my chair, raising my eyebrows as I crossed my arms over my chest. She continued on, “He was literally about to leave without saying bye to you.”

Ella’s eyes softened as I broke eye contact with her and turned toward the door.

I slumped down in the chair, “He admitted he was jealous,” Ella’s eyes perked up at the information, “And he…I asked if we were okay and he said he didn’t know what––” I uncrossed my arms and lifted my fingers to put air quotes around the next word, “––‘we’ I was talking about.”

Ella’s eyes widened, “What?!”

I nodded my head slowly, “Yeah, it wasn’t––I tried to leave, he told me to stay, said he was jealous, admitted to liking me a lot, and then we ended up here; at Brightside…” My voice trailed off at the end.

Ella scrunched her eyebrows together, “That doesn’t make any sense––He says he doesn’t know about the ‘we’, but then says he ‘likes’ you?” Her eyes shifted from mine and glared over my shoulder, presumably at the person of topic, “He’s an idiot.”

I picked up my coffee to take a sip, but frowned when I was met with cool air instead of hot espresso. I set it down on the table and shrugged, “I don’t blame him.”

“Don’t you dare take the blame for him,” Ella shook her head, “He obviously knows there’s something between you two, so for him to say that––” Her glare at Shawn intensified for a second before looking sincerely into my eyes, “Want me to beat him up?”

I tipped my head back in laughter, “I don’t think that would work out in your favor.”

“Most likely not,” Ella shrugged nonchalantly, “But he’s dumb.”

I rolled my eyes and picked up my pen, hoping to get back to studying, but Ella closed her books and pushed them aside.

“You need to define your relationship with him.”

The pen I just picked up dropped and fell to the floor, “Define the––I don’t think I can be the one to bring that up––I still––Do you remember what happened when I asked for his name?”

Ella rolled her eyes, “But you know him now,” she exaggerated her next words, “it’s different.”

“I don’t think I could do it.”

Again, Ella leaned forward, “You have to––”

“What’re we gossiping about?”

Not expecting to hear Niall’s Irish accent, I jumped in my seat, with my elbow knocking into my empty coffee cup. It bounced a little as it fell to the ground, Niall bent down to pick it up, and then stole a chair from the empty table next to us, and then sat down next to me.

He rested his chin in the palm of his hands as he looked between Ella and I, “Hm?”

I shook my head and glared at Ella, “We were just getting back to studying––”

“I was saying how she needs to define her relationship with Shawn.”

“Ella!”

My mouth dropped as I whisper yelled at her. She just shrugged her shoulders and Niall held his stomach as he laughed. Once he calmed down and wiped a tear away from the corner of his eye, he scrunched his eyebrows together and looked at me.

“You’re basically his girlfriend.”

I shook my head and let out a sigh, “We haven’t talked––”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Ella cut me off once more with an eye roll.

I slumped further down in my chair, “But we’re not––”

“As he was leaving yesterday, I asked him where he was going, and he said––I quote,” He gave me a pointed stare with raised eyebrows, “Off to see my girlfriend.”

I blushed and looked down at my notes. I fiddled with my hands as Ella let out a loud ‘Ha’ as her way of saying I-Told-You-So.

Without acknowledging either of them, I went to flip a page in my textbook, “That doesn’t mean––”

Niall leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, “Shawn calling you his girlfriend really pissed Lola off,” he smirked, Ella happily cackled, and my mouth dropped wide open, “She was in a mood for the rest of the shift.”

“We––”

“I’m telling you,” Ella reached across the table and closed my textbook, “You have nothing to worry about if you bring it up to him.”

I let out an annoyed breath and I ran a hand through my hair, “What is it with you two cutting me off today? You seem to be on the same wavelength.”

“Don’t change the subject,” Niall nudged my shoulder, “I know Shawn, and Ella knows you, so when you put us together…” he offered both Ella and I a blinding smile, “You get one wavelength about your relationship.”

I silently looked between them before letting out a dramatic sigh. With my eyes closed, I leaned my head back against the chair, “I wish it wasn’t this complicated.”

“It’s not.”

I peaked one eye open and glared at Niall for his response, “It’s not complicated to you,” I let out another sigh before running a hand through my hair, “But to me, it’s just…complicated.”

Ella took it as her turn to speak, “But why is it complicated?”

Yeah, I thought to myself, why is this complicated?

In theory, everything was fairly black and white; I liked Shawn and he liked me. We spent a considerable amount of time together, we both knew that the other wasn’t seeing anyone else, and I enjoy our silences just as much as the times he makes me laugh.

When he gently brushes the tips of his fingers against mine, before slowly slipping his hand into mine, it’s a feeling I never want to go away. The way he softly caresses my face, as he leans his forehead against mine, before he kisses me is another feeling I never want to go away. And the zip of electricity I feel down my spine when I hear him call out my name from behind the counter…His eyes soften, his shoulders relax, and he says my name with a little bit of relief.

It’s the same way I feel around him.

I never want that feeling to go away.

Nothing would make me happier than to call Shawn my boyfriend. But a real title meant a real relationship. And a real relationship came with commitment. And with commitment comes an extended amount of time you spend with a partner for the unforeseeable future.

Which is what made this whole situation so complicated in my eyes.

“My Visa,” I let my shoulders drop as I regretfully looked between the two people I’ve only known for about two months, but was already finding it difficult to picture my life without them, “I leave in June.”

The cheeky mood that hung around the air of discussing the possibility of a potential boyfriend quickly dissipated. It was as if they too also forgot I was only here for a few months, and not indefinitely.

Niall sucked in a harsh breath and Ella casted a look downard as she bit the inside of her cheek.

Niall drummed his fingers on the table, “He’s smitten,” Ella nodded her head in agreement, but knowing Shawn’s feelings toward me didn’t relieve the heaviness in the middle of my chest, “He…Just don’t think about that now.”

I whipped my head around to look at Niall with wide eyes, “Don’t think about it now?! How do I––That’s all I can think about.”

“Just be present in the moment,” Niall slowly nodded his head in reassurance that this was the best route to go, but his blue eyes were a bit more dull, as if he didn’t agree with his own advice, “Enjoy your time here.”

I shook my head, “I have a literal expiration date––”

“Maybe he’s right,” Ella’s voice was small, and I turned my head to look at her with the same wild look I had given Niall, “Just go for it. Don’t think.”

After a few beats of silence I let out a single laugh of disbelief, “You’re agreeing with him?” Ella’s only response was a small shrug of her shoulders. “Him––Niall? You’re agreeing that I pretend like I’m not setting myself up for failure?”

They both stayed silent. Because while they both wanted to see their respective friends happy…They couldn’t deny that this outcome would be earth shattering devastating for both Shawn and I if things were to progress further.

I shook my head, “I don’t think I can––”

“Don’t think you can what?”

Hearing another voice I wasn’t expecting––except this voice was Canadian––I felt myself jump more in my chair, a feeling of panic flooding every inch of my body.

How long had he been behind us?

But when I slowly turned around, the tension I felt in my joints melted away when I saw Shawn’s disheveled hair and a yellow cup with steam coming out from the top in his hands.

I offered him a lie that was as easy as the smile on my face, “Write this paper.”

Shawn rolled his eyes and, like Niall had done earlier, he stole a chair from the empty table and brought it around next to me. But unlike Niall, Shawn had set the chair down almost right up against my chair so we could sit as close as we could together.

“I saw your empty cup fall to the floor,” Shawn pushed the yellow cup of coffee in front of me, “So I brought you a new one.”

Even if I tried, I couldn’t hide the smile that overtook my face.

“Thanks,” I whispered as I wrapped my hands around the cup, and looked into it. I stifled out a laugh and looked up at Shawn, “That’s a nice flower.”

Shawn smiled triumphantly and nodded his head, “I’ve been practicing––”

Ella leaned over the table to look at the latte art herself. Her eyebrows were scrunched together as she picked her head up from the latte to look at Shawn, looked down into the cup again, and then back up at Shawn, “It looks like a cobweb.”

Niall barked out a loud laugh as Shawn’s cheeks turned red.

I glared at her, “Of course you wouldn’t know what a flower looks like––”

Ella’s eyebrows shot up as her soft accent rose in pitch, “I wouldn’t!” She pointed an accusatory finger at Shawn, “Because he only makes latte art for you.”

I was in the middle of taking a sip of the latte Shawn made for me when Ella hastily spoke. I set the yellow cup down on the table and shut my eyes as I coughed into my elbow. Once I felt like hot espresso wasn’t going to come up my throat, I wiped the wetness from the corner of my eyes and looked at Shawn.

He immediately looked away from me with cheeks even more red than before.

I glared at Ella. But she just raised her eyebrows in an I-Told-You-So manner as she leaned back in her chair. She was about to say something, but then the bell above the door rang, and all of our heads whipped around to see who had walked in.

It was a small group of university students with slightly hunched over backs from carrying their books and a look of strong desire for anything caffeine in their eyes. I didn’t miss the small sigh that passed through Shawn’s lips.

And it seemed as if Niall didn’t miss it either because he stood up and greeted the students with a––I’ll be with you guys in a sec––as he returned the chair to its rightful table. He clapped Shawn on his shoulder and said, “Take a little break.”

Shawn didn’t have to be told twice before he let his whole body slump forward on the table; head buried in his elbows. Instinctively, I brought my hand up and grazed the tips of my fingernails up and down his back. I felt him release a deep breath.

“Long day?”

Keeping his face hidden away, he nodded his head.

I looked down at him, and even though he couldn’t see me, I offered him a sympathetic smile. With his head tucked away, I didn’t know if he felt like talking, so I just kept lazily running my fingers up and down his back. I was about to pull a textbook toward me to read, but then I caught Ella’s stare.

She wasn’t either looking directly at me or at Shawn; she was more so looking at my hand comforting Shawn. The movement came naturally to me––I just wanted to make him feel better––it would make me feel better to see him at least a little bit relaxed. But the look in Ella’s eyes wasn’t her usual lovey-dovey know it all look she usually gave Shawn and I.

She looked somber.

Ella was the first person who I told every little detail about Shawn to. She was the first to know about my little crush on him, she was the first to know when I found out his name, the first person I told every little interaction––no matter how big or small––I had with Shawn, and she was the person I celebrated with when Shawn asked me out on our first date.

And there was no belittling Ella’s attempts at playing matchmaker either.

Ella had seen the very first encounter I had with Shawn, and she would most definitely be here to see my last encounter with him. I could see her brain churning out thoughts, debating with herself if she still thought it was a good idea to pretend like I didn’t have to legally leave the country in four months.

I continued to softly run my hand up and down Shawn’s back, but my movements had definitely slowed down a bit. I continued to look at Ella, who hadn’t caught onto my staring, as I saw her frown morph into a small bittersweet smile.

And for the first time since coming into Brightside today, Ella willingly opened up a textbook and started taking notes.

It was nearing closing time, the gray misty sky was now pitch black with street lights dotting the sidewalk, as Shawn and I were the only ones in Brightside.

Ella had silently left hours ago, claiming she had to practice a monologue in front of her mirror. And just like every time Niall’s shift was over, he clocked out right on the dot and ran out the door. Shawn ended up sitting at the table with Ella and I for close to forty minutes with his head tucked away. From the way his breathing evened out, I knew he had used the time to take a little nap.

It was only Wednesday, but I was sure Shawn had already worked a full work week already.

On Sunday, he worked the opening shift, came in to help Niall with the espresso machine after soccer, and worked up until an hour before close. Monday, he worked from opening to close. Tuesday––Yesterday––He worked the opening shift once again, and when we were at his flat watching a movie, he had to work until close because someone had called out sick.

And Wednesday––Today––Shawn had worked another opening to closing shift. And he was due to open the store again tomorrow.

Needless to say Shawn was exhausted and it was clearly catching up to him with the few times he messed up behind the counter.

Brightside hadn’t seen a customer in well over an hour, and Shawn did everything he could to complete his closing procedures early so he could leave right when the clock hit eight. I abandoned my school work a few hours ago in order to help Shawn with his closing procedures, in hopes it would help him clock out right when the store closed.

I climbed up and down the stairs multiple times to bring up stacks of cups wrapped in plastic, various sizes of black lids, napkins, and anything else Shawn rattled off to me. I helped with the easy tasks, but if there was something more specific, I would stand behind the counter for Shawn as he fetched whatever he needed.

There were only a few times when customers would waltz in, and were put off by my American accent, when I told them that the actual employee would help them shortly.

But that was nearly an hour ago, and now I was finishing off washing the last table on the main floor. There was only twenty minutes left until Brightside officially closed. And Shawn took it in his liberty to make it look like the store was already closed from an outsider's perspective.

“Is it really necessary to have all the lights off except the one above you?”

Shawn held a finger up to me, silently letting me know he’d answer my question the moment he was done counting out his drawer. I playfully rolled my eyes as I walked behind the counter to put the sanitation spray bottle in its spot under the sink. As Shawn was still busy double checking his count, I lifted myself up to sit on the counter.

And right as I fully sat down, with his back to me, Shawn said, “That’s unsanitary.”

I let out a soft laugh, “I’ll wash it again.”

The register made a noise as it printed out a slip of paper and Shawn ripped it off, scanning it over once, before turning his head around to face me with a soft smile, “You better.”

He collected the stack of money, deposited the coins in a yellow cup, and walked to where I was sitting on the counter. When he was right in front of me, he rested a hand on my knee and opened up my legs with enough room for him to stand between them.

“To answer your question,” his voice was mesmerizing, but I could only focus on his hand that was still on me, now tracing circles along my kneecap, “If the store looks empty and dark then people won’t bother coming in. And we,” he squeezed my knee which caused a smile to light up my face, “can leave early.”

I tilted my head, “Aren’t you afraid of getting in trouble?”

Shawn let out a tsk, “Not when I’m the manager.”

“Touché.”

He let out a small laugh and looked down at his hand on my knee. A soft closed lipped smile toyed at the corners of his mouth, but when he looked back up at me, I could see just how exhausted he really was. He kept having to repeatedly blink his eyes to keep them from drooping, his skin looked a little pale, the bags under his eyes were a tad more prominent, and his hair was falling a little flat.

I offered him a small smile in return and brought my hand up to run through his hair. His eyes closed and a content sigh softly passed through his lips.

“I just have to do my drop and then we can leave.”

With one last scratch to his scalp, I let my hand fall and his eyes opened, “Sounds good to me.”

He smiled again, “Be right back.”

In one swift motion, he kissed my cheek and retreated from my legs. I watched him as he took long strides toward the steps and walked down. With a smile still on my face, I hopped down from the counter, and kept to my promise of grabbing the sanitizing spray to wipe off where I had just sat.

Right when I threw the damp napkin into the empty trash bin, I heard Shawn’s footsteps, and soon I saw his mop of curls as he continued to climb the stairs. Once he was fully on the main floor, I could tell that he looked more relaxed bundled up in his soft pink hoodie and jacket, backpack over his shoulders.

“Ready?”

I nodded my head with a smile and went over to the table where I had set up shop since arriving a little before the lunch hour. Once my jacket was on and zipped up, I slung my tote bag over my shoulder and smiled at him, “Ready.”

At my response, Shawn took a few long strides over to me, grabbed my hand, and we left out the front door. We both shivered when a particularly cold gust of wind hit us, and I felt even colder when Shawn dropped my hand in order to lock the door.

Once he double checked the door was locked from the outside, he stuffed the key back in his backpack and picked up my hand, already leading us in the direction of the Temple Underground.

After a few steps of silence, Shawn spoke up, “You didn’t have to stay.”

“I wanted to,” I squeezed his hand, “I got to spend more time with you. That’s always a bonus.”

I could see Shawn’s breathy chuckle through the cold London night air. He turned his head to look down at me, “I really appreciate you.”

Breaking eye contact with him, I looked down at our feet that were in perfect sync with each other. I bit the inside of my cheek to suppress my smile, but I could feel my face redden with blush. Shawn bumped his shoulder against mine which caused me to look up at him.

“Aw c’mon, don’t hide your smile.”

And this time I didn’t.

I let the butterflies in my stomach consume me as I felt them travel everywhere from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair. I let the smile overtake my face, showing all of my teeth, with my eyes crinkling at the corners. There was an overwhelming burst of zeal in the center of my chest that I felt course through my veins as I saw him smile down at me the same way I was smiling at him.

For once, my face hurt from my smile reaching its full potential, not from the cold London wind. And when I looked deeper into Shawn’s eyes––even though they were only lit by the dim street lamps––they shined with the same elation I knew was present in my eyes. The moment I knew Shawn felt the same burst of energy in his chest was when I screwed my eyes shut, to exaggerate my smile for him, and his laughter boomed through the empty streets of London.

The feeling was happiness.

I matched his laughter, albeit a little softer, and squeezed his hand, “You’re too nice to me.”

Again, Shawn bumped his shoulder against mine, “If it makes you smile it’s worth it.”

As much as I wanted to shield my smile away from him again, I didn’t.

The rest of our walk to the Underground station was spent in silence. The only noise on our walk came from me, when Shawn dropped my hand and threw his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close into his side. The sound was a content sigh escaping my lips when he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

When the Underground station came into view, I momentarily shut my eyes and nuzzled my head further into his warm sweatshirt. I felt Shawn’s chest slightly rumble with a chuckle as he hugged me closer. And when we came up to the entrance, neither Shawn nor I pulled away from each other.

I shifted my body from being tucked away in his side to his front and circled my arms around his waist in a hug. Shawn let out a deep exhale as he hugged me back and traced small incoherent patterns across my back.

“I don’t wanna get up in the morning,” he groaned. I nodded against his chest and he continued grumbling, “I feel dead.”

“You look dead too.”

Shawn lifted his head up and poked my side, “Where’s the reciprocation for my niceness towards you?”

I let out a small laugh, “Just being honest.”

He pinched my waist and I wiggled out of his hold with a laugh. I opened my mouth to offer a rebuttal on how him pinching me wasn’t very nice, but then an idea struck my mind. While his flat was only about a twenty minute ride on the tube…I could get to my dormitory in fifteen minutes or less. It was only a five minute difference…The possibility of asking Shawn if he wanted to stay the night in my room made sense if it gave him some extra time to sleep in. But I didn’t know if it would make Shawn uncomfortable, or if it was too soon in whatever our relationship was.

“Are you planning on stopping by tomorrow––”

“I have a question.”

I felt my eyes double in size as the words slipped out of my mouth before my mind could comprehend what conversation I was initiating. Instead of being put off by my bluntness, Shawn’s eyes shined with curiosity as he nodded his head at me to continue.

I let out a deep breath as I felt a ball of tension form in the middle of my chest, “I know…Traveling back to your place takes a bit of time––And if you wanted––Not that you have to or anything––But I know my place is close, and you’ve had a long week,” Shawn’s eyes twinkled with amusement at my rambling and I took a deep breath, closing my eye for a second, before getting the question out, “You could stay the night at mine, if you want?”

My voice cracked with uncertainty at the end.

Silence.

With one eye squinted, I slightly leaned back from Shawn and inhaled a sharp breath. But before I could backtrack my offer in a ramble, Shawn eagerly nodded his head.

“Yeah, I could––That sounds––Yeah,” he easily smiled at me, “That sounds nice.”

“Great.”

We stood there for a moment in silence before Shawn tugged my hand, “Lead the way, I’m sleepy.”

I nodded with a bright smile and led the way into the Underground station and to my designated platform. We waited for the train in silence, and I could feel Shawn leaning more into my body as he tried to fight off his sleep. Luckily we didn’t have to wait too long until the train approached and we hastily stepped inside.

Much like our night before, the whole tube ride back to Waterloo was spent in silence, with only Shawn’s soft breathing reminding he was next to me as his head was tucked away on my shoulder.

When we got to our desired destination, Shawn was still a bit delusional from having fallen asleep for a little, but when he noticed we were almost at my place, he walked with a little more purpose. I tapped my Oyster card as Shawn tapped his phone to exit the Underground station at different turnstyles, but when we were both out, our hands reconnected like a magnet.

I scanned into the residence hall and led Shawn to the elevator. He seemed to be taking in his surroundings, but with how fast he was blinking, I was sure he was just trying to keep himself awake. Thankfully, the lift dinged right when I pressed the up button and we quickly stepped inside as I pressed my floor number.

The ride up seemed to take no time at all, and before I knew it, I was fumbling with my keys to unlock my door with Shawn standing close behind me. Once I heard the desired click and was able to push the handle down, I stepped inside and flicked the lights on.

Shawn followed my steps and he took his time examining my room more than he did with the lobby. With a small smile on his face, he slipped his hands into the front pockets of his sweatshirt, “So this is where you spend your time when you’re not at Brightside.”

I scoffed, “I don’t spend all of my time there.”

He raised his eyebrows and teased me even more, “Are you sure? You were there for most of the day today.”

I turned my back to him as I placed my bag down on the desk chair, “What were you saying about always wanting to be nice to me?”

Shawn let out a chuckle as he turned around to close the door and locked it. He shrugged his shoulders, “This is just teasing. I’m still being nice.”

“Mhm,” I hummed with a slow smile creeping up on my face as Shawn walked toward me and picked up my hands.

We were standing incredibly close, the tips of our shoes touching, as he played with my fingers and looked at a few scattered pictures along the wall next to my bed, “It’s a cute room.”

I rolled my eyes, “Thanks.” I tried to ignore the nervousness I felt in my stomach, “There’s uh, you can shower if you want.”

Shawn smiled in appreciation, “That sounds nice.”

I nodded my head and looked anywhere in the room that wasn’t his eyes. While his eyes were arguably my favorite thing about him, I felt incredibly apprehensive under his gaze now. While we’ve been alone together at his place, something about Shawn being in my room and staying the night seemed a bit more intimate.

I cleared my throat, “I think I have clothes that’ll fit you? I can check––”

His hands squeezed around mine for a second, which caused me to look up at him. His eyebrows were pulled together and I noticed his jaw was more tense than before, “You have boy's clothes in your drawers?”

I nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders, “Yeah, I stole some from my brother before I left. Figured it would help with homesickness,” I tilted my head as I looked up at him, “You guys look to be the same size.”

Something in Shawn’s eyes visibly relaxed as he let out a deep breath, “Oh that’s––I forgot you had a brother. That makes sense.”

Thoughts of Shawn’s lingering jealousy over Jack swirled around my mind at how tense he was acting. So like he did with mine moments ago, I squeezed his hands in reassurance, “You have nothing to worry about.”

I leaned up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek.

A faint tinge of red spread across his cheeks and I smiled at his bashful reaction.

“There are towels in the bathroom you can use,” I dropped his hands and pushed him toward the small bathroom that was luckily inside my single room, “The sooner you shower, the sooner we can sleep. You also smell.”

Shawn stumbled backwards, “Hey!” As he turned his head around his shoulder to playfully glare at me, “That’s not very nice.”

I rolled my eyes, “Shower.”

He was still somewhat laughing as he retreated into the bathroom. And soon enough, the door was shut and I heard the water running. With a sigh I walked to sit on my bed and pulled out my journal from the drawer in my nightstand. I tried my best to write in it daily, and right now was the only free time I had between classes and spending all day at Brightside with Shawn.

So before I would be interrupted by Shawn finishing his shower, I picked up a black pen and flipped to a fresh page. Like always, I checked the date on my phone and wrote it on the line––Wednesday, February 20, 2019––and checked the time to write that too; 21:18.

When I had all the details I needed, I started to hastily write in cursive so I could get a quick entry in.

But now I’m saving money on coffee, he wants to see me just as much as I want to see him, and he’s in my room.

I still can’t believe he’s here. I still can’t believe I asked him to come over. Still patting myself on the back for that…Even if I did ramble on like a little bit of a mad person. But thankfully Shawn seemed to be more enamored by it than put off.

There’s just something about his presence that makes me feel calm. Something I haven’t felt with any past boyfriends––Or really anyone in general. I could be having the most stressful day, but if I were to see him, I could think about how in that moment my life felt just a little better. I didn’t have to be with him at all times during the day either to feel like that. I could see his smile flash through my mind if I was having a particularly hard day and feel content.

But all of these feelings make me more nervous about when I have to leave––

“McLane?”

I slammed my journal shut and threw it aside as I heard Shawn’s voice bring me out of my own head. I quickly lifted my head to see what he needed, but when I was met with a dripping wet Shawn in a towel, absolutely everything in my mind disappeared.

He had the towel wrapped around his hips, and I tried not to make it obvious that I was staring at him, but from the way I felt my voice get caught in my throat, I knew I failed. Just standing in a towel, I could see his slightly defined muscles and tattoos that had been partially covered by his shirt. His chest still had some water droplets that the lights were reflecting off of, and his curls were matted down on his forehead.

I gulped.

“I––Um––Yeah?”

Shawn smirked at the crack in my voice.

“Do you have your brother’s clothes by chance?”

My eyes widened in realization that I never handed them over to him and I scurried off my bed. I knew my whole face was flaming red, especially when one of my legs got caught up in a bed sheet and I almost face planted on the ground. But I quickly recovered and avoided all eye contact with Shawn.

I opened and rummaged through three drawers before I found where I had my brother’s sweatpants and sweatshirt. Pulling them out, I walked over to Shawn with my head down and held them out for him to take.

When I felt him brush his hands against mine as he took the clothes, I looked up at him to see that he still had the same prideful smirk on his face.

Taking advantage that I was actually looking at him, Shawn dipped his head down and pressed a quick kiss to my lips that left my forehead wet from his curls.

He pulled away slightly and whispered, “Be right back,” against my lips. And just as fast as the kiss was, Shawn spun around and went to change in the bathroom.

I took a deep breath before going back over to my drawers and picking out a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt to sleep in. Soon enough Shawn was out of the bathroom, wearing my brother’s clothes, and before he could get a quip out, I scooted past him and made my way into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

And to get my flustered thoughts together.

While I changed and brushed my teeth, I tried to calm myself down. There was no reason why I should be this nervous about sleeping in the same bed as Shawn. We’d spent enough time alone together that I was comfortable with him. And it wasn’t like this was my first time sleeping in a bed with someone I had feelings for.

But the nagging voice in the back of my head told me this was different.

My feelings for Shawn were different.

With a deep breath and a semi-clear head, I twisted the bathroom door knob and stepped into my room. I saw Shawn sitting on my bed, back pressed against the wall my bed was up against as he looked intently at the pictures tacked up.

When he heard me walk over, he turned his head with a smile, “You look nothing like your brother.”

I let out a quiet laugh and sat next to him on the bed. He was looking at a picture of William and I sitting on a boat that was taken last summer. William had an arm thrown around me while my head was leaning on his shoulder, as the wind blew my brunette hair in front of my face, and William had a hand on top of his blonde hair to keep it from blowing around.

“Throws everyone off when they find out we’re twins.”

Shawn let out a small laugh as his fingers traced over a different picture, “Who’re they?”

I smiled at the memory as I leaned my head on Shawn’s shoulder, “My highschool friends. That was our prom.”

Shawn hummed in acknowledgement and rested a hand on my thigh, “You look pretty in your dress.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

His fingers started to lazily trace circles on my thigh, “Do you still talk to them?”

I nodded against his shoulder with a faint smile, “We FaceTimed last week. It gets a bit hard with the time difference, but they’ve been my friends for like…ever,” I looked up at him through my lashes to see a slight frown on his face, “So it’s worth it.”

“Do you miss them?”

“Yeah,” his fingers stopped their movements on my skin, “But we all go to different universities, so being away from them is nothing new.”

Shawn nodded his head slowly, a slight frown still present on his face. His fingers slowly went back to tracing shapes on my leg, but I could sense that his mind was somewhere else. He kept a low-spirited gaze trained on my senior year prom picture, as we sat in silence and I wondered about what was troubling his mind.

My wall was only of pictures from home, only happy memories that I knew would keep me company abroad. So while I stared at them with a fond smile, Shawn stared at them with the opposite facial expression, and then something in my head clicked as to why he seemed upset.

It was my life before him.

And it would be the life I returned to after I leave London; after I leave him.

I soon felt my smile tugging down into a small frown that matched Shawn’s.

Ella and Niall’s words of ill fate wisdom popped up in my head––Just go for it…Don’t think about it…Be present in the moment––And I half-listened to them. Be present in the moment. That’s all Shawn and I could do.

“We’ll take lots of pictures and I’ll hang them up here,” I whispered into the crook of his neck, hoping he would take it as a promise that I wasn’t planning on leaving him any time soon.

I felt his hand inch ever so slightly up my thigh, as he tore his solemn gaze away from the pictures and looked down at me in an adoring way, “I like the sound of that.”

His eyes flickered down to my lips, as if he could also feel the strong pull between us. He darted his tongue out to wet his lips as I picked my head up from his shoulder. He took his hand that wasn’t on my thigh, and slowly lifted it up to reach under my hair and cup the back of my neck. With his forehead resting against mine, we stared at each other for a few seconds before I couldn’t wait any longer.

I leaned forward and caught his lips in a kiss.

Without hesitation, Shawn kissed me back slowly. The kisses were innocent as I let my hands wander to his chest and clutch the fabric of the sweatshirt he was wearing between my fists. With my hands pulling him closer, Shawn’s hand that was on my thigh continued to creep up until he slid it under my t-shirt, and ran his hand down my bare back.

He glided his palm and tips of his fingers down the expanse of my back. I shivered as he delicately touched every ridge of my spine, every bone, and every curve. He pressed his palm flat on my back, pushing me toward him as the tip of his tongue peeked out in a quick stripe across my lower lip.

An involuntary whimper left my lips as Shawn continued to press his lips against mine.

“Lay down,” he managed to rush out in between his kisses.

I was barely able to nod my head in agreement before Shawn pressed his lips back against mine and started to slowly lower me down. When the back of my head landed on the pillows, Shawn slid his hand from my back to rest on my hip. As he laid me down, he didn’t once break the kiss, and I craned my neck up to meet his lips that were hot with anticipation and need.

There was a brief moment of hesitation where we shifted our legs to intertwine and he slid his knee between my legs.

I unclenched my hands from the sweatshirt and slowly ran them up his chest, over his neck, and tangled my fingers in his hair.

While just moments ago Shawn dismally looked at my past through photographs, he touched me as if he didn’t give a damn about anything except a future together. It terrified me a bit how strong my feelings were for Shawn; I didn’t even know he existed at the beginning of the year, but now, I didn’t want to go any longer without his presence in my life.

Just be present in the moment.

It was a piece of advice that was easier said than done. Easy for two people looking in on their friends and wanting them to achieve happiness. Easy when a person wanted to forget about reality and fall into the fantasy of having their ideal life. Easy for people who lived in the same country.

And I knew Shawn was having these exact thoughts; every kiss was deepened with a fiery passion and the trail of his fingertips on my body would leave a lasting burn.

It was a silent agreement that we both wanted nothing more than to be present in our moments together.

Overcome with emotion, I had to break away.

As I tilted my head out of the kiss, Shawn didn’t lift his head up as he nuzzled his head into my neck and deposited a few kisses. He nipped at the skin as I sucked in a deep breath when he hit a particularly sweet spot right above my collarbone.

Slowly, he kissed his way up my throat until he got to the corner of my mouth, and placed another sweet kiss. He gasped for air as he leaned his forehead against mine, with his eyes still closed. I still had one hand in his hair and my other hand cupped his jaw as my thumb moved in soft circles on his cheek.

Eyes still shut tight, he gulped as if he was revealing his biggest fear.

“I really like you, McLane.”

His voice was convincing, but the smallest waver behind his tone wasn’t lost on me.

I ran a hand through the front of his damp curls, and when he finally met my stare, I offered him the softest of smiles. I leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips, “I really like you too.”

Shawn let out the faintest of laughs, returning my smile, as he brushed a piece of hair out of my face and tucked it behind ear. He leaned down and mumbled, “Good,” against my lips as we both smiled into our next kiss.

Both of our hands wandered a bit more freely and with a bit more certainty. Like how my hands were first clutched around the sweatshirt Shawn was wearing, they found their place there again, except this time they were clutching at the hem of the material. I wasn’t sure what Shawn was thinking, and my hands were definitely more timid than they were before, but after a few moments of indecisiveness, Shawn broke our kiss and reached behind him to pull the sweatshirt off over his head.

Unlike when I saw him shirtless in a towel, I didn’t have much time to stare at Shawn’s chest above mine before he dipped his head back to reattach his lips to mine. Carefully, I let one of my hands trail down his chest. My fingertips ghosted over his skin when I felt his stomach muscles contract. I went to remove my hand, but Shawn shook his head against mine.

“Hands are cold,” he murmured between kisses, one of his hands fiddling with the hem of my shirt, gradually pushing it up against my stomach, as his warm hand laid flat on my stomach, “‘S fine.”

I let out a giggle and nodded my head against his.

“Are you okay with this?” He momentarily broke our kiss to lean his forehead against mine, eyes fully opened and staring deep into mine.

With a hand gripping onto his shoulder, I caught my breath before answering with a swift, “Yeah.”

The corners of Shawn’s eyes crinkled with a smile as we were both on the same page with each other. We moved in sync as I slightly leaned up with Shawn so he could remove my shirt, leaving my upper half bare.

We fell back onto the mattress togher, chests pressed flat, latched in an openmouthed kiss. Before coming over to my dorm, Shawn was half asleep on the tube, but now it seemed as if he was wide awake and didn’t have to be back at work in less than ten hours. I felt jitters in my nerves and blood running hot through my veins.

Shawn gently ran his hands over every bit of my skin he could reach; his fingers skimmed my neck, over my collarbone, caressed down my sides, until his hand rested on the waistband of my shorts. His fingers stayed immobile for a few moments before he shallowly dipped his thumb just under the elastic.

He slowed down the pace of our kiss until they were just pecks as I held my breath.

“Are you still okay with this?”

When I opened my eyes, he was already intently staring down at me with attentive eyes silently saying he would stop if I wanted. But I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to live in our moment.

I swallowed, “Yeah––I––Still good. Really good.”

Shawn chuckled at my short phrases and pressed a searing kiss to my lips, the same time his hand dipped into my shorts. I thought I knew what it was like to have my breath stolen away from me, but the moment Shawn’s fingers slipped past my underwear, I felt a sudden shiver of euphoria as my eyes closed in bliss.

After we reached a new threshold in our relationship dynamic, I was curled up into Shawn’s side in a half-awake stage as his even breathing indicated he was asleep. As I laid my head on his chest. with his arm curled around me, I could finally pinpoint why I felt apprehensive the whole night from when I asked him to stay over up until now. Because even though I’d only spent a mere two months in London, a majority of that time with Shawn, I finally felt like I truly belonged somewhere.

And I didn’t want to mess it up.

A/N: Hiiii!! It’s been a bit longer than expected…But here’s the chapter! Whoop!! Getting some progress between the two! They had their first sleepover 😌 And she stayed to help him close!! How cute 🥺

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brianc521 · 4 years

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A lol blurb idea I have is Shawn gets jealous over a pic of a boy you liked on insta and then y’all have an argument and he ends up sleeping on the couch but at the end it’s all fluffy and he comes running to you!!

Dumb Boy Logic | Shawn Mendes

He was guy you went to high school with. It wasn’t a lie that while in high school you had a major crush on him. Taylor Mason, everyone had a crush on him. He was the varsity baseball pitcher. He was tall, lean, shaggy brown hair, bright green eyes, the longest lashes on a boy you’d ever seen.

You both grew up together, his grandparents lived across the street from you. You were the only one except his absolute best friend Nathan, that knew his parents split when you were kids and he lived with his grandparents for a while.

You had a little thing during high school. It just made sense. You knew him, he knew you. He was the baseball team’s pitcher. You were the softball team’s first basemen. It just made sense. It didn’t work out, you guys found out you were just better off as friends.

But earlier tonight when you liked a shirtless photo he posted on Instagram it caused all sorts of drama.

“Shawn, literally, it means nothing.”

“I mean you obviously still like him.” His voice is raised, curls crazy because he’s been tugging on them all night.

“I’m over having this conversation. You follow models and god knows who else from your fanbase, I’m friends with a guy from high school and it’s a crime. Cool.”

“I don’t follow those models on my personal Insta though!” He points out.

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Why do you follow Hailey on your personal then? And Kendall. Oh and don’t forget about Winnie, who wouldn’t hop out of your DM’s after the fashion show?” You argue, royally frustrated with this argument.

“They’re friends.”

“He’s a friend too!”

“No he’s an ex! You dated him, so that makes him an ex.”

“Actually no, I never dated him. I kissed him, twice I think? Then we decided it was weird and that we were better off as friends. So that makes him a friend. Much the same that Hailey’s a friend right? You kissed her, more than twice. Still talk about her, talk to her, like her pictures and her Tik Toks!”

He grumbles, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, I’m fucking over this. I’m going to bed.” You stand from the couch, stomping up the stairs to his bedroom.

He huffs, standing up and locking the door before going to get a glass of water from the kitchen. He looks up from the sink when he hears you stomping back down the stairs. This time with your purse slung over your shoulders and your keys dangling from your fingers.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“I said I was tired and going to bed. So I’m going home.” You spit out.

“But you’re spending the night.”

“I don’t think I’d like to sleep in the same bed as you right now. I’m upset and don’t want to be around you.”

“For fucks sake.” He mutters, catching your hand before you turn the corner for the door. “Stay upstairs, I’ll sleep on the couch. You’re not driving home at 2 in the morning. That’s ridiculous.”

You huff, rolling your eyes as you toss your purse on the ground. You stare up at him, annoyed to the max.

“Then I’m going to bed.” You respond, turning away from him to go upstairs.

“Okay.” He mutters, going back to his glass of water he left on the counter.

He drops his head and sighs when he hears you shut the door to his bedroom. He pads his way to the hall closet, grabbing the few extra blankets he kept there. He keeps the TV on, that way he has a way to distract his mind from the fight that lasted all night.

He’s uncomfortable, right arm over his head, hand on the back of his head. He lets himself stare blankly at the TV not really comprehending the show at all. Before he knows it it’s almost 3 in the morning.

He sighs, sitting up and turning off the TV. He softly makes his way up the stairs, peaking into his bedroom. He strains his eyes to see you through the dark, and pouts his lips out when he watches you turn over with your phone in your hand.

You jump and yelp a bit when you see him in the door frame. “You scared me!” You whisper.

He walks up to the bed, standing at the end by your feet. He plays with the edge of the blanket, sneaking glances at you.

“What Shawn?”

“Are you still mad at me?” He says in his baby voice.

“I’m still a little annoyed. I mean-”

“Shh.” He crawls on the bed, on top of you to be exact. “I was being an ass. But I can’t help but get jealous of guys like Taylor.”

“Why?” You choke out, staring at him like he grew two heads.

“He’s so much better for you. He doesn’t have a bi polar fan base, that likes you one minute and says the most rude things the next. He doesn’t have the craziest work schedule. He can be here for you, and with you literally any moment you need him.”

“Shawn,” You sigh, combing through his unruly curls.

“He just, he can be a better boyfriend than I can. It just, it makes me worry a little bit when I see you liking his posts because I feel like you’re one more step closer to realizing he’s better.”

“Look at me,” You tug on his curls so he has to look up at you, not just pick at the blanket some more. “You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had, including Taylor. No one, ever, has made me feel as loved as you make me feel. You accept all the crazy I am, and embrace it with your own. You make me feel special, and valued, and acknowledged. When all my life I’ve only ever felt like I was in the way.”

He scrunches his nose, lips pouted out. “I hate anyone who’s ever made you feel that way.” He grumps.

“You never have, that’s the point.” You brush a finger down his nose, causing his eyes to flutter shut. “I love you, and I want you, and I’ll only ever want you. So when you have these ridiculous notions of not being enough, talk to me about them. Allow me the chance to squash them before we’re suddenly in a fight over the dumbest thing.”

He nods, leaning closer and rubbing his nose back and forth with yours. “I love you, and I told Winnie that. That’s what finally made her hop out of my DM’s. Hailey was a rebound, but also a friend. Kendall? Don’t know why I follow her, honestly. You’re the love of my life, and if those three make you feel less than that then they’re gone.” He whispers.

“Stop, they’re fine. It was just my rebuttal to you dumb boy logic.”

He pulls back with a playful look on his face. “Dumb boy logic?”

“Mhm. You said some stupid shit Mendes.”

“Maybe you should sit on my face to teach me a lesson.” He hums, hand suddenly tracing up and down the inside of your thigh.

“Oh.” You raise both eyebrows at you.

“Let me make up for my stupid shit.”

“You wanna-”

“Oh my god, stop talking.” He rolls over onto his back, hands out ready to help get you up where your throne awaits.

“M’not passing that up.” You grin.

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wholesomemendes · 4 years

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Shawn helping his pregnant wife shave down there as her bump comes in the way. But she’s all blushy and shy so he reassures her that it’s ok and laughs because they both know that Shawns been down there a lot of times before

Author’s Note: I’m going to be honest this was kinda out of my comfort zone writing wise (idea wise I think this is adorable and could totally see Shawn doing it) so please be kind when reading this lol. I’m sorry this took so long, but I’m also working on other requests that will be out soon!

“I give up,” you groaned, dropping your head down in annoyance. You were 8 months pregnant, practically bursting at the seams, and to say that you were beginning to feel fed up at your current situation was an understatement. Your stomach was constantly stretched and itchy no matter how much lotion your husband helped you put on at night, your feet ached, and you were sick and tired of being unable to do tasks that you used to think were the simplest things in the world. Ever since you were young, you have always been one to constantly shave your body, hating the way the hair made you feel itchy and uncomfortable. You had successfully managed to shave your legs, but now as you stood in the shower with your leg propped up onto the step, you were growing frustrated when you couldn’t reach the area directly under your bump. You loved being pregnant. You wouldn’t change it for the world. But it was times like these that your patience grew thin and you wanted nothing more than to pop your beautiful baby out right then and there.

It had been almost an hour since you had left Shawn in his studio to go to the bathroom, and the poor boy was growing worried at your absence, always wanting to check up on you and overall being the clingy husband he was known to be. He had been a saint throughout the whole pregnancy, constantly trying to find new ways to make you comfortable, catering to your every need even when you tried to remind him that you weren’t completely helpless. So true to his worrying self, he placed his guitar down on the stand, silently making his way to the bathroom door and knocking softly to announce his presence, “Baby? You ok in there?”

“I’m fine,” you called out, not wanting him to see you in this predicament. Even though there was no one else you felt more comfortable around, you couldn’t help but not want him to see you struggling to shave your most intimate parts.

“Are you sure? You’ve been in there a while hun.”

“I’m fine, Shawn.”

“No you’re not I’m coming in.” He slowly pushes the door open, peaking his head in to find you leaning against the shower wall hopelessly. “Now why is my beautiful wife looking all defeated over there?”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his compliment, turning your face so your eyes could meet his, “I can’t shave.”

“That’s what this is all about? Babe, I’ll do it you just had to ask,” he told you like it was the easiest thing in the world as he made his way over to you.

“No, Shawn you can’t help it’s...,” you sighed, feeling embarrassed that you have to tell your husband something so stupid, “I can’t shave down there.”

“Down there?” he asked confused, “Y/n you know I don’t care if you’re shaved down there or not so why fret about it now?”

“I’m not doing this for you bubs, I’m doing it for me. You know I don’t like not being shaved. I have a mirror and everything, but this dumb bump is getting in the way!”

“Hey, hey, hey!” He rushed to get on his knees in front of you, hands caressing your stomach lovingly before he leaned his head onto your skin, “Don’t you call our baby dumb! It’s not only your brain in there.”

“Rude!” You shoved at his head lightly, earning a laugh from him in response and he was quick to reattach himself back onto your stomach, peppering soft kisses to your large bump.

“Was just kidding,” he mumbled between kisses, “We both know you’re the smarter one in our relationship.”

“Not true, your mind is incredible, I could never do the things you do.” You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling when you heard the small groan of appreciation leave his lips.

“Our baby is gonna be perfect.”

“I know, I know, I’m just getting tired,” you admitted, averting your eyes from his gaze, “My body hurts and I just want the baby out.”

“I understand, darling, you are so so strong for doing this. And I can’t wait for our baby to be here, I just know you’re gonna be the best mom.” He smiled up at you with pure adoration in his eyes, resting his chin on your bulging stomach, “Now hand me that razor.”

“Shawn...” you whined, cheeks heating up as you closed your thighs.

“Hey, hey, no hiding, you need help and as your husband it is my duty to help you.” A smirk toyed on his lips and he pulled your leg back up on the step, opening you up for him, while he gently pried the razor out of your grasp, “Besides, not like it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled, lightly pushing him away as your face turned a brighter shade of red. You knew he wasn’t wrong, but having your husband shave your lady parts was a completely different situation than when the two of you were having sex. You somehow felt more vulnerable in this position even though you trusted Shawn with your life.

“I’m just saying, how do you think this little one ended up in here? There’s nothing to be ashamed of babe, I’ve got your whole entire body memorized. Every,” he placed a feather soft kiss on one of your thighs, “single,” one on your other one, “piece,” then one on the smooth skin at the top of your pubic bone that you were able to shave. This only caused you to shy away even more, covering your face with your hands so you wouldn’t have to look him in the eyes.

“I’m not gonna do it if you don’t want me to,” he cooed, rubbing comforting circles on your thighs, “Just wanna help.”

You nodded reluctantly, removing your hands from your face, but keeping your eyes clenched shut. “Relax hun, I’ve got you,” he reassured you, “I love you.”

Finally opening your eyes, you met his loving gaze allowing you to feel comforted at his words, “I love you too, S.” You had already prepped your skin with all of your creams and lotions, allowing him to pull it tight and begin his work. He stuck his tongue out in concentration, causing him to look absolutely adorable as he slowly swiped the razor down, trying to get every hair he possibly could without hurting you. He repeated the process a couple more times before rinsing the razor out, making sure it was clean and then returning to your skin. By the time he’s satisfied with his work, he swears the heat from your cheeks had spread across your entire body down to your legs and he gives your ass a light tap before standing up in front of you again. You swat his arm with a disapproving face at his antics, but it only causes his cheeky smile to grow larger, “Keep your hands to yourself, Mister.”

“Honey, you say that like I didn’t just shave your cooch,” you roll your eyes in response, grabbing a nearby towel and wrapping it around your body as you turn away from him in an attempt to calm the redness of your face.

“Hey, get back here,” your husband whined, grabbing your wrist to pull you back into him, “Where’s my thank you kiss?”

You immediately connect your lips with his, sighing softly at the way his feel against your own. As you pull back, he traps your bottom lip between his, sucking lightly, leaving your heart pounding and your hands desperately moving up to grab at his shirt while he steps away with a smug smile on his face. “Keep your hands to yourself, Missy.” He begins to walk past you, stopping to lightly slap your ass once more before leaving the room, “Shawn!”

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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The Reader and Erik’s friends are trying to set them both up on a blind date but the catch is...they’re already dating.

Warnings: Fluff. Slight smut, short.

When friends interfere there is no going back....

Four women positioned around a freshly baked pan of peach cobbler with spoons in their hands scooping it out to add to their bowls of vanilla ice cream. It was after they just had a steak dinner and some red wine. They all planned to go out with their boyfriends to a Carnival that’s in town. All accept for Y/N who was single and would be without a date to attend the Carnival. Her friends and and their boyfriends had a trick up their sleeves. Y/N wasn’t going to be the single one out of the group any longer...

“What are you smiling about, Y/N?” Nisha, Y/N’s friend since the 4th grade asks while trying to peek at her phone.

“Just these dumb ass memes, they are so funny,” Y/N giggles, “I swear, the internet is undefeated.”

“For a second there I thought you were talking to some guy.”

Y/N placed her phone face down, looking up at Nisha with a tight smile on her lips as if she was hiding something, “When you know, you’ll know.”

“Well,” Nisha looked around at the other two women. Frankie, Y/N and Nisha’s friend from college who has smooth butter pecan skin and shoulder length layered Auburn hair and Lanay, Nisha’s cousin who stood at 4’ 11, chubby, long natural hair that reached her waist, shared the same sneaky look with Nisha, “We just might know sooner than you think.”

Y/N licks the sweet peaches from her spoon, before taking her tongue to lick the sugary bits off her upper lip, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We took it upon ourselves to set up a blind date for you tonight,” Frankie spoke up first.

“A blind date? Really y’all?” Y/N let’s out a suppressed laugh while giving all of them an odd look, “Listen, I trust y’all judgment but...I’m not tryna go on a date with a man-“

“He’s perfect! You said we know you right? This one is the exact match for you. Funny, intellectual, tall, smells great, very very handsome, has a career-“

“Can’t forget his voice...we know how much you love a man with a sexy voice-“

“You guys, calm down,” Y/N held up her hands at all of them, “I’m good. I’ve been tagging along while y’all are in relationships so what’s the difference?”

“It’s just time, sis. Time to forget about the whack motherfuckers you’ve been with and open your heart to a new and improved man.” Lanay spoke while secretly being nudged in the arm by Frankie to say something.

“Is he a build-a-nigga? Y’all talking about him like he was made in a factory like a Ken doll.”

“He’s that great!” Nisha says with excitement, “Honestly, you two will hit it off instantly when we get to the Carnival.”

Y/N could do nothing but giggle at her girls. They were so pushy when it came down to trying to hook her up with men. All Y/N wanted to do was go to the Carnival and have some fun on rides that she hadn’t been on since she was in high school.

“The only reason why I’m going to agree to this is because he could possibly win me a big Pikachu and I’ve ALWAYS WANTED a big Pikachu. This is strictly on a friend level, okay?”

“When you see him, you won’t say that anymore,” Frankie wagged her brows.

“He’s that amazing, Ugh,” Lanay touches her heart like she was in love.

“Why don’t you two share him then?” Y/N poked fun at them both, “Y’all seem more excited about him than I do.”

“He can win you the big Pikachu and he can give you big orgasms,” Nisha shrugs.

“SIS,” Y/N shoves her, “Why are you so nasty? I’m not sleeping with this man, whoever he is, what’s his name anyway?!”

“Can’t, you’ll find out when we get there-“

Lanay cuts off Nisha, “because we know you start judging based off of names-“

Y/N cuts off Lanay, “Well, can you blame me? Names can tell a lot about a man.”

A knock came to Nisha’s door, a big smile on her face while she rubbed her hands together deviously, “That’s Craig and Shawn. Chavez and your mystery man are going to meet us at the Carnival.”

“Wait...,” Y/N says while Nisha walks away to open her door, “So ALL OF YALL are in on this?”

“The guys are friends with him. We’ve all hung out together before. Not so much lately because he’s been busy but that’s how we met him,” Frankie clarifies.

“Okay...see...y’all are some plotting, medaling, motherfuckers,” Y/N snatched up her black mini backpack that had a cute pink and black faux fur dice key ring attached to it, walking away and towards the living room where Nisha talked with Craig and Shawn. Craig and Shawn are tall and muscular like a couple of football players. Craig is Trinidadian and Shawn is from Ghana. Both of them could pass for brothers. Smooth carob skin with matching kinky fros and thick facial hair.

“Sup, Y/N,” Craig playful gave Y/N dabs to mess with her, “You ready to get on some roller coasters?”

“I’m ready to fuss both of y’all out,” Y/N says with her hands on her hips, “What is wrong with y’all setting me up on a blind date?”

“Just tryna look out for you. We approve, you’ll be fine,” Shawn spoke nonchalantly.

“Y’all get on my damn nerves,” Y/N rolls her eyes, “can we go?”

“Yeah, the car is unlocked, Miss Salty,” Craig always called Y/N that, “Yeah, my mans would love you. He like girls with attitude and mouth.”

“Well your MANS don’t know who he’s fucking with.”

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Finally at the Carnival, Everyone entered in a group, making their way towards the arcade where Chavez said to meet. Y/N couldn’t help but to adjust the short pleated black skirt that she wore and the cropped black tank with a chain lace up in the front. She looked cute and sporty. If she was going to entertain this man for the duration of the night at least look good. The big arcade sign with the outrageously bright lights couldn’t go unnoticed as they approached. Y/N instantly spots Chavez sharing a blunt with a guy who’s back is turned towards them with a white hoodie on that had the words, Good Sex No Stress One Boo No Ex Small Circle Big Checks on it in pink lettering. Black sweats on and white Nike Hauraches, he was indeed tall, maybe 6’ 3 1/2. He could also pass for a football player too. Chavez was the shortest out of all the men but he was still tall, caramel skin and a close cut.

“There he isssss,” Nisha says to Y/N while her arm was linked with Craig’s, “You ready?”

“Nisha, shut up,” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Hey, they’re here,” Chavez taps the mystery guys shoulder, “Where’s YN-“

“Hey Chavez,” she looked over to the guy who was currently putting out the blunt on the wall of the arcade.

“Erik, this is Y/N. Y/N, Erik.”

HOLY SHIT.

Y/N sucked in a panting breath. She was stunned where she stood. Those onyx eyes. Those full lips. That broad nose. The dreads that peaked out of the top of his hood. Is this really happening?

“I told you sis,” Nisha laughs are her friends stuck expression, “Erik, I’m sorry she’s being so damn rude.”

Erik blinked like he was back to reality. His composure was more put together than Y/N’s. He clears his throat, putting out his hand for her to shake.

“Sup’ ma?”

Y/N grabs his large calloused hand, shaking it slowly, “H-Hi.”

“She is shook,” Frankie whispered as she approached her man, Chavez, to give him a kiss.

“So, where to first?” Craig asks.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Nisha looked around the group, “What do y’all think?”

“Maybe we can play some games first,” Erik suggests with his eyes still on Y/N, unblinking.

“You could win Y/N a big Pikachu,” Lanay spoke with enthusiasm, “She always wanted one.”

“I can do that,” Erik looks Y/N up and down, “That’s okay, right?”

“Y-yeah,” She gave a shivering inhale, “Sure.”

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“Get these rings around the bottles to win a big Pokémon.”

Erik accepted his rings, rolling up the sleeves to his hoodie before looking down at Y/N then over his shoulder. The others were occupied with other Carnival games to worry about Y/N and Erik. Y/N was mute the entire time, afraid to even look at Erik.

“You can breath now, baby girl,” Erik tosses the first ring successfully, “They are far enough away for you to be yourself around me like you were last night.”

“Erik,” Y/N whispered while watching him make the second bottle, “I didn’t want them to know about us until I knew for sure that this was official.”

“We just started dating like, almost a month ago, Y/N. I know you have your boundaries and shit but if I’m putting in time with one girl that’s what it is. I told you this before-“

“Then you should know why I am the way I am. I’ve been played plenty of times, okay?”

Erik tosses the third ring, the Game Worker impressed with his skills since most people miss. He pauses, looking down at Y/N with his onyx eyes that made her melt, “This ain’t just a what the fuck moment for you, it is for me too. They wouldn’t tell me who you were and them niggas kept nagging me to give it a chance so I went along with it to play nice but now that I know it’s you, ain’t no playing nice. Consider this date number three, sweetheart.”

Y/N blushes with a bite of her lower lip, “If you win me that Pikachu I’ll give you a secret kiss in the tunnel of love.”

“How about a secret touch too? Can a nigga get that?”

Y/N rolls her eyes with a pretty smile, “Depends on what this touch is.”

“Hmmm,” Erik squints his eyes with a dimpled smile, “You just gotta wait and see what these hands can do. They had you squirming with just a cuff of that ass.”

“Stopppp,” Y/N whispers.

Erik made the fourth ring. This was already set in the bag.

“Wow!” The Game Worker who’s name tag read Kenny claps, “Three more rings and the Pikachu is yours!”

“It’s already mine,” Y/N says while watching Erik continue to be successful, “He’s just that good.”

“Let me get it down.”

Y/N squeals, jumping up and down before giving Erik a one arm hug. She looked over her shoulder and noticed Nisha, Frankie, and Lanay pointing and laughing. If only they knew.

“Chill out, ma. It’s just a hug. You acting like you got your tongue in my mouth or something...unless?” Erik licks his lips, “I know how much you like my tongue.”

“Get my Pikachu, big head.”

Erik chuckles, grabbing the Pikachu and handing it to Y/N. It was almost let height with how short she is.

“You look fucking adorable with your fine ass.”

“Thank you handsome,” Y/N reached for his hand, “Take me to the tunnel of love.”

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It wasn’t a tunnel of love it was a scary tunnel. Y/N didn’t see how this would be romantic but it was dark enough for Erik to get his kiss and touch. Y/N and Erik were last to get in, the rest of their friends in wagons before them. Erik placed the Pikachu in his lap, taking one of his arms to wrap around Y/N, stroking her arm as the wagons entered the dark tunnel. Out of no where, dark green lights ignited their path, misshapen mirrors on the walls and smoke rising from below the tracks.

“This is so damn eerie,” Nisha looked around with wary eyes, “I’m scared somebody gonna pop out.”

Y/N wasn’t bothered nor did she have to time to admire the tunnel because Erik was kissing her neck. The big ass head of the Pikachu covered his actions. He was tonguing her neck down, Y/N’s eyes fluttering shut. her feet in her platform vans went up on her tiptoes and her thighs clenched tightly. Her mouth opened slowly when his tongue licked her ear, a quiet gasp escaping her mouth. Erik tickled her ear with the air from his nose when he started laughing.

“Don’t make me put you in my lap, Y/N.”

As good as that sounded, she couldn’t do that anyway since they were on a ride. His hand came from around her to rest on her upper thigh. Erik squeezes it, Y/N making her thighs go tight so Erik wouldn’t get his hand up her skirt.

“Stingy.” He whispers before smacking her thigh.

Y/N kisses her teeth, looking straight ahead at her friends before opening her legs.

“Oh? I can get in there now? We moving from first base?”

“You are an ass,” Y/N jumps when she feels his finger tips on her crotch.

“This a phat pussy,” He looked down at her, his face bathed in the green light so lustful, “I just know she juicy too.”

“Shut...up,” Y/N pulled in a lung full of air when Erik’s fingers pinched her pussy lips together.

“Yep, nice and phat.”

Y/N was still stuck on the fact that Erik is her blind date when they are already dating. Now, his hands were up her skirt rubbing and pinching her pussy lips. He was making her soaking wet and she knew for sure he could feel it.

“YES LETS GET OUT OF HERE THIS IS BORING.” Frankie yells from the front causing everyone else to laugh.

Erik slaps her pussy a few times before taking his hand from under her skirt. Y/N let’s out a disappointing sigh as the wagons line up outside of the tunnel. Erik gets out, teaching down to grab Y/N out with one arm. He hands her the Pikachu before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Y’all move quick I see,” Craig commented while watching Erik and Y/N.

“Y’all were right, I’m feeling her so far,” Erik says while staring at Y/N like she was the most precious thing on earth.

“Awww how cute,” Lanay looked like she wanted to take a picture of the moment.

“Where to next?” Chavez asked.

“A roller coaster?” Y/N suggests, “We can do The Volcano.”

“Oh, hell nah. I know that’s not the one where your legs are swinging?!” Frankie looked petrified.

“Those are the best ones though,” Erik was down.

“Count me out. Baby, can we try the Wild One?”

The Wild One is a standard wooden roller coaster.

“Yeah, babe, that’s fine.”

They both left to go there, leaving everyone else to go on The Volcano.

The walk was pretty short, Erik and Y/N hand in hand. The line for The Volcano was pretty short. Y/N placed her Pikachu near a shelf with her bag. She got in her seat, bringing the bar down in front of her to secure it. Erik helped her out, tightening it to make sure it was in place. The Ride Worker came around, pushing down on the padded bars before pulling it to make sure it was in place. The worker put his thumb up to signal that it was all clear before the ride started up. It was one of those coasters that has a fast take off. Y/N squeezed Erik’s hand, causing him to laugh before the ride blasted off causing Y/N to scream at the top of her lungs.

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Her hair was definitely a mess but she didn’t care. Her and Erik were in line alone for another roller coaster. It was the Wild One. They sat close together, their thighs touching and Erik placing his hand in her lap.

“You still look sexy as fuck with a messy bun.”

“I should have known not to fix my hair all fancy,” Y/N glances up at Erik, “This is my favorite date of ours so far.”

The ride began to ascend.

“Mines too. Especially hearing you scream like a fucking banshee,” Y/N shoves Erik, his laugh making her smile.

“I always scream on roller coasters even when I love them.”

“It’s cool,” Erik’s hand went further up her skirt.

“Erik, what are you doing?” Y/N looked down at his hand spreading her thighs. She could see him pull her panties to the side, her pussy instantly feeling the wind and cooling the heat she felt from being so damn turned on. He takes his thumb and his middle finger to spread her lips, the tip of his pointer finger rubbing circles around her clit. Y/N’s head went back, eyes closing and her moans caught in her throat.

“We’re almost there,” Erik speaks in a soft tone, making Y/N crave him more. His fingers traveled lower, two of them leisurely sinking inside of her pussy. Y/N moans softly, her hands coming out in front of her to firmly grasp the bars before the feeling of falling overcame her. Everyone else around her screamed through the thrill but all Y/N could do was moan and smile with Erik’s fingers attacking her pussy. Her hair whipped across her face with every turn, Erik watching her with a big handsome smile. Another drop came, Y/N squealing a little while her hips moved in tandem with Erik’s thrusts. She never felt this charged in her life, her body leaned in towards his during a turn, her laughs and gasps of pleasure against his neck. Erik turns his head, her hair in his face while their lips crashed. The ride began to slow down her thighs tightening around his hand because she didn’t want him to stop. Erik reluctantly pulls his hand out, causing Y/N to whimper. He licks his fingers clean before helping her out of the cart and adjusting her skirt. Her but was no longer there, long curly hair all over her head. Erik smooths her hair out of her face before giving her a kiss.

“OOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Both of them turn to spot their friends watching.

“That’s my boy Erik!” Shawn called out before wolf whistling.

“YALL ARE SO CUTE!” Nisha looked like a proud mother.

Y/N looks up at Erik through her lashes, “Should we tell them?”

Erik wraps his arm around her shoulder, walking Y/N over to get her bag and her Pikachu, “Nah, let’s drag this out, it’s fun.”

“You are so devious.”

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #killmonger fanfiction

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hoochy-coo · 3 years

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https://twitter.com/camila_cabello/status/1419029386775379975?s=21 this was Camila’s ‘s excuse and it’s really dumb since the dancer was literally on his Instagram using black woman emojis to describe his tan as well 😐

It’s kind of funny to see how this is her only tweet that got over 19,000 quotes while all her other tweets promoting her new song and her movie don’t match the ratio

Camila truly peaked with Havana and Shawn. They need to go back to the drawing board and come up with a new image/concept, because Don’t Go Yet sounds like a rehash of My Oh My and that didn’t take off either

#ask #answer #camila cabello

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 1 year

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And by the third one you look like you were gonna lose it...Like you were about to break right there. -Will

I'm only holding it together because Ben was strong enough to hold it together. You can tell he kept it together. And I would have lost it if he had cracked even a slight smile... -Rider

This is I would say the peak #1 best dumb Shawn. Like this is the best we've seen. -Danielle

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preferredrealty · 4 years

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time - A Mob!Shawn Mendes Series.

Part 4 - Business Trips and Bruises

Part 5

Masterlist

Warnings: Blood

As always: Feedback is appreciated 💛🌻

(Y/N) smiled sweetly down at a small boy who was now inhaling the massive banana split she had set on the table, setting a few spare napkins down on the table, knowing they would be needed.

Walking back into the kitchen she pulled her phone out of her apron as it chimed at the same time the bell of the door rang. Opening her phone quickly she looked at the text with a grin.

iMessage from Shawn: Table for 3?

Leaning over the stainless steel metal she peek out the hole in the wall seeing Shawn standing with the two guys from the ally that night. Deloris peaked out next to her chuckling. "You're turning this place into a gangster pit-stop." (Y/N) shook her head nudging Deloris with her hip. It had been a week and a day since the night at the beach, when Shawn wasn't texting her, he was here. She would never admit it but seeing Shawn was the highlight of her day lately. "Oh hush." She smiled at Deloris pushing through the swinging door, Shawn's eyes instantly catching hers.

She grabbed her note pad on her way out from behind the counter, walking past them casting a glance at Shawn. "Table for three this way boys." Hearing Shawn chuckle, she stopped at a more private booth leaning against one of the booths. "Hey (Y/N/N), how was your day off yesterday?" He greeted throwing a arm over her shoulders as Brian and Connor nudged their way into the side of the booth she wasn't leaning on. "It was interrupted by a curly haired devil." She teased.

She cringed as Brian took off his sunglasses revealing the healing bruises of two back eyes. She mouthed a 'sorry' to him making him cast a small smile. "Well you've kind of met Brian and this is Connor." Shawn introduced them as he moved to sit in his booth. "Nice to meet you both." She grinned pulling open a new page of her note pad. "What can I get for y'all today?" "I'll take my usual please." Shawn grinned as she rolled her eyes. "I want to try that strawberry milkshake Shawn keeps going on about." Brian said glancing at the menu. "Actually you know what, I'll just take the same as Shawn." He said with a smile. Connor doing the same.

"Alright I'll have that out with you as soon as possible." (Y/N) smiles walking back the counter, pinning up the order with the rest and starting on the milk shakes.

"So she's playing dumb about the whole thing?" Connor said as he played with the salt shaker on the table. "She hasn't brought it up but I know she knows." Shawn sighed glancing up seeing (Y/N) chatting with Deloris as she made the milkshakes. "Well she just mouthed an apology to me, so she knows." Brian muttered as Shawn and Connor laughed. "You got your ass handed to you by a girl." Connor wheezed holding his sides as he laughed. "I'll stab you, I swear some day I will." Brian groaned. Shawn shook his head at his two friends looking back at (Y/N) seeing her walking back with the three milkshakes balancing on a tray.

"Food won't be long boys." She smiled placing the tray down, passing out the drinks. Shawn patted the seat next to him signalling for her to slide in, glancing around she realised the lunch time rush was over, giving her time to sit. Brian and Connor took a sip of their milkshakes, both groaning at the same time. "This is amazing." Brian said, making (Y/N) smile.

Seeing Deloris coming out carrying two trays of food (Y/N) rushed to help her, passing out the food she nodded with a smile. "Shawn." She grinned. "Boys." She said to Brian and Connor before walking away. "Well I have work to do, enjoy your food guys." She patted Shawn's arm before following Deloris to the kitchen, mindlessly cleaning.

"So-" Deloris started making (Y/N) groan. "Is he like, your boyfriend now?" A blush burned across (Y/N)'s face making her hide in her hands. "He's my friend." was all (Y/N) said, grabbing a new batch of cookies walking out to the counter to set them up in the glass casing. She could hear Shawn's laughter from where she stood making her lips quiver into a smile. "You don't smile about friends like that." A mans voice said next to her.

Greg the chef was stood leaning against the counter sipping a steaming cup of coffee now that he had time for a break. "Oh hush not you too!" (Y/N) giggles swatting at the slightly older man, Greg was attractive, she wasn't going to lie. Attractive in a, could be your friend from schools hot dad. (Y/N) poured herself a cup of coffee, leaning next to him as they chatted.

She could feel eyes burning into her as she talked to Greg causing her to look at Shawn who quickly looked back at Connor and Brian. "Someone's Jel!" Deloris whispered as she walked past. "I swear! You two are going to drive me insane." (Y/N) groaned drinking more coffee.

(Y/N) was waving bye to a customer who came in for takeout as Shawn came up to the counter handing over money for the bill, telling (Y/N) to put the change in the tip jar. "So-" He started sitting on one of the bar stools. "I'm going out of town for a week for..." He paused to find a word making (Y/N) nod while looking at the counter. "Business trip?.." She tried making him nod with a sad smile. "Don't know what I'll do without my fix of Strawberry milkshake for a week." (Y/N) let out a breathy laugh. "I'm sure you'll find somewhere that does a good shake wherever you're going." She blushed as Shawn took her hand playing with the thin rings on her pointer and pinky finger. "I don't think I'll ever find one that compares to yours." The blush from before just darkens as she pulls her hand away, walking around the counter having Shawn pull her into a hug and kissing the top of her head. "I'll see you soon Baby." He smiles, giving her a final squeeze before walking out the door.

- Thursday passed fast, so did Friday and Saturday. Sunday, the diner was closed, she had been texting back and forward with Shawn the entire day but when the clock hit 8pm on Sunday evening the replies stopped. All day Monday she didn't hear a peep. She was spaced out during work, the day passing before she knew it and then Tuesday came.

She went about her day, shopping, meeting friends. She stopped by the diner to have lunch with Deloris her break, walked along the beach, where Shawn flood her thought to the point where she stopped at a store to buy snacks before heading home to binge watch Disney+

She had just settled into her grey cotton shorts and red 'life guard' hoodie when she heard a thump for her front door. She stood still for a moment, blood rushing to her ears as she eyed her door, another thump then a small voice made her strain even more to hear what it was.

"(Y/N/N)" She heard a week voice say making her run to the door pulling it open. Shawn lay slumped against the door frame on the floor his legs splayed out in front of him, one hand tucked under his jacket, placed firmly on his ribs, the other lay limp in his lap, bloody and bruised. "Shawn!" (Y/N) cried out dropping to her knees, her hands gently cupped his face looking into his eyes, one partly swollen. "Shawn.." She whispered as he finally focused on her. "Hey baby." He grinned, wincing as the split in his lip bled more, the blood mixing into his teeth making him cringe at the metallic taste.

(Y/N) looked around the hall of her apartment block, sighing in relief that nobody was there to witness this. "Come on." She huffed out a breath pulling Shawn's heavy lanky body off the floor, into her apartment and closed the door behind her. Setting him down gently on her bed she rushed to grab a damp cloth and the first aid kit she kept encase of an accident under her sink. When she returned Shawn was passed out, his chest rising and falling evenly making her sigh as she began to clean him up. - After getting Shawn cleaned up and a few paper stitches on his lip (Y/N) threw a blanket over him, adjusting the pillow under his head before making her way to the small plush chair she used as a desk chair, pulling it to the side of the bed Shawn was lying in, sitting next to him. "Jesus Christ." She ran her hands over her face before making herself comfortable. Eventually drifting off to sleep.

When she woke again, she was in the bed next to Shawn with his arm laid over her stomach. She looked over at him to see his eyes looking back at her. "Thank you." He whispered, eyes flooding with guilt. "Shawn what ha-" She was cut off by Shawn shaking his head. "Can we just sleep? I'll tell you anything you want to know in the morning." He sighed, pulling her closer. Nodding, (Y/N) shifted so she had her back to Shawn's chest, sleep taking over her as Shawn pressed a kiss to the back of her head.

"Thanks Deloris, I owe you one. See you tomorrow." Shawn stirred from his spot in bed, turning over he slowly peeled his eyes open. Feeling the dryness of his throat prompted him to stand from the bed walking out into the living area of (Y/N)'s apartment.

She stood in the centre of the room, pushing her phone back into her hoodie pocket after finishing her conversation with Deloris. Shawn's eyes drifted over her legs, the cotton shorts giving him a nice view. (Y/N) cleared her throat grabbing his attention. "Sorry." He rasped out, following (Y/N) as she nodded towards the kitchen area.

Shawn gratefully took the glass of water from her as she pulled herself up onto the counter, watching him gulp down the water. He shifted under her sharp stare, feeling like a child about to get yelled at. Walking over to her, he stood between her legs, trying to pull out the puppy dog eyes on her. (Y/N) scoffed and grabbed his chin with one hand. "Doesn't work when your face is beat to shit Shawn!" She pushed him away enough for her to jump down, making her way back to her bedroom.

Following close behind Shawn leaned on the door frame, watching as she lifted her mattress revealing a storage area under it with some box and clothes folded neatly in it. Pulling out a large chunk of black material she threw it towards him before pulling the sheets off her bed walking towards the laundry room. "Your shirt is covered in blood.." She muttered walking past him.

Quickly changing into the hoodie she had given him, he cringed at the thought that it might be her ex's hoodie. Walking back into the living room he found her sitting on the couch with her knees pulled to her chest. Sitting at the other side of the couch Shawn sighed. "I'm sorry Baby. I was out of it last night...I don't know why but I just thought it would be safer for me to come see you than go home." (Y/N) chewed on her nails and her mind began to spin. "When I said I'd give you a chance Shawn...I know what I was getting into but I never expected your..lifestyle to come directly to my front door." Shawn nodded looking down at his hands. "I thought I could do it Shawn, thought I would be able to get over it because - well because you're an amazing person to be around but I can't do it Shawn. I'm scared. Scared that being involved with you will get me hurt."

Shawn felt the air get stuck in his chest as his head turned to look at her, her eyes focused on the floor in front of her, lip stuck between her teeth and tears pooling in the corners of her eyes. "Baby I-" He stopped before nodding. "If that's what you want..I understand." He stood, his arms falling in defeat at his sides. "I'm sorry (Y/N)." He whispered pressing a kiss to the top of her head, rushing to put on his shoes and out her front door.

It wasn't until (Y/N) heard the echo of foot steps echoing down the metal stairs that a sob broke from her chest, grabbing one of the fluffy cushions stuffing her face into it.

- Shawn paused once he was outside her apartment building, the door slamming behind him making him flinch. He turned back, his finger hovering over the button to apartment 4C before he shook his head, pulling the black hood up over his bruised face and walking away.

Unaware of the men parked in a black jeep across the road keeping a close eye on him, memorising the button he was about to press.

#shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn #mendes #mob!shawn #badboy!shawn

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wait i just saw the music opinion post so give me more please i want to know them

okay i’m gonna make a list here. i’m gonna include the ones i already said but yeah

- one direction made good music that is good for any and everyone to like. - zayn is the most vocally talented of the five ex one direction members - liam and louis should have done something else with their lives after the band split - all of ariana’s songs sound the same, so i only listen to a few of them - selena gomez has good music - justin bieber peaked in his teens - country music isn’t as bad as people say it is - 5sos is actually really good but they’ll never have better music than the first album - illuminate was shawn mendes’s peak - there are so many rappers than drake i do not get why he is as praised as he is (literally just go listen to j. cole he’s better) - the beatles weren’t that good why are they praised like they are - panic at the disco isn’t that good, their music is just catchy so people get it stuck in their heads and then listen to it. - megan carried wap - also i’d rather listen to megan than cardi b - i’d rather listen to machine gun kelly than eminem because all of eminem’s songs sound pretty much the same (i still love eminem don’t attack me) - with all that being said, 1990 - 2010 rap is superior - katy perry isn’t that good; she’s kind of annoying. - is lady gaga still making music? well, she shouldn’t be. - the weeknd is a piece of shit but there are some songs that i like. as much as i hate him, he is talented - kanye is so fucking dumb but he has some good songs too - most tiktokers that have released music cannot sing. there are a few that can, but most of them can’t. - just because a lot of people think the music you like is good doesn’t mean it is. (i.e. louis and liam stans) - halsey is okay but her features are always better than her own songs - sad song does not equal a bad song - older love songs are so much better than the newer ones - alessia cara is so underrated

okay there are probably so many more but here’s a few :)

#anon #zoey answers #music opinions

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into-control · 4 years

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submission:

How Camila and Shawn Mendes’ PR started and when it will end.

I. Before SM3; II. When SM3 was released; III SM3 + Senorita IICHY

I. Before Shawn Mendes started to promote SM3

We all know that the one’s behind their PR is Shawn’s team, so I gather some things so we can guess when they’ll break up.

There were only a few women that were linked to Shawn Mendes before 2017. If you search his romantic life on Google, you’ll see a bunch of crazy articles linking him to Chloe Moretz, Taylor Swift and Camila Cabello.

He already had released two albums about love. While promoting SM3 he confessed that his first albums weren’t that personal and because of that he wanted to release one that would be so confidential that everyone would be able to know about who he is singing.

While they were producing/ thinking about the concept about of SM3, they thought about Shawn doing some stunt with a girl, so at least one of his songs could be linked to another woman besides Camila (I don’t know if they, at some point, thought about put the two of them together rather than just let them do some stunt as friends and support each other on SM so both of their fandoms could be a little happy about it. My opinion: neither of them wanted to do a PR together, they were always denning rumors and saying that they were like brothers)

For some reason the person they chose to do stunt with Shawn was Hailey and it was so fucking terrible that no one remembered her when he released SM3. And she ended up marrying Justin which made he look like a joke. Although both of them kept saying that they were just friends. After SM3, Shawn confessed that they had some kinda weird relationship where they couldn’t even label.

Long story short: at age 17, Shawn Mendes had one relationship that he didn’t acknowledge as one (Lauren Arendse) and was seen in public with one woman: Hailey.

II. After SM3 was released.

When Shawn started promoting his new single and album, he gave some interesting interviews that I want to point out:

May 23 – Shawn Mendes opens up about dating | How to be a Man | British GQ

1. After being asked about his date life, although he had written a lot of love songs, Shawn admits that he never had been in love – his songs about love were result of his great imagination. In this interview also gave us this “I’ve been close to it but I don’t think I truly felt love and I never felt heartbreak so for me I’m just waiting for a heart break so I can write a really awesome album”

March 23 – Shawn Mendes Talks Lost in Japan, In My Blood & Camila Cabello/ Shawn Mendes Reveals The First Thing He Notices About A Woman

I’ll only mention this one because I saw one interview where you can see that Shawn has to mention Camila in his interview just for the buzz. Zach wanted to know to who Shawn had showed In My Blood and the first person that came into his mind was John Mayer then he mentioned Camila.

When Lulu & Lala asked him the same question, before he could even answer, Lulu & Lala were already telling him that the reason he was being asked about it was because of Camila. What was his answer? Camila! He didn’t even mentioned John Mayer. Poor John. (This works for both of them, they always have to mention each other in interviews)

So that’s what Shawn was talking about when he was promoting his singles and album: never being in love, anxiety, how personal his album was going to be, what kinda music he wanted to give to his fans and John Mayer and John and Mayer (he really loves this guy).

III. When Shawn’s team started to think about his charts, sales, gay rumors and his first PR.

Some events that I think lead Shawn to his first PR and other interesting stuff that it should be pointed out.

After he released his album, neither of his hits get into the Top 10. In My Blood: peaked at #11. Lost In Japan: peaked at #48. Youth: peaked at #65.

I listened to his self-titled album so I could get an idea about what they were trying to do with his image/music. I’m not gonna lie, when it comes to vocals, some of his songs are very impressed. I didn’t listen to his other albums I only know the ones who made everyone think about picking a gun and shot in their heads because it was so fucking bad. In his new album, in terms of vocals, he really tried to stay out of his comfort zone. Lyrics? So fucking bad and generic. He said that none of his songs were linked and you can see why he said that since they’re nothing but impersonal. Personal album? Well, he lied. The only song you can link to someone is Why; and it was intentional. After all, he has to be linked to a woman even if they keep telling that they’re like brothers. Remember Hailey? I don’t know if he tried to make people think that one of his songs were about her, if he did, well, that didn’t work out. Besides Why, Because I Had You and When You’re Ready are being linked to Camila. If you read the lyrics, you’re gonna laugh because it doesn’t make any sense. SM3 is another album about a romantic guy who’s always trying to get the girl or that is not ready to get the girl. SM4? Probably an album with sexual content, more drink references, less lonely boy in love.

For the moment we have: 13 generic songs – one of them being wrote especially to Camila as a response to After All These Years; His singles not getting into the Top 10. (his sales for the tour were also not going well but I don’t want to search for this so fuck it) November came and with that Shawn’s article on Billboard.

“In the back of my heart, I feel like I need to go be seen with someone -- like a girl -- in public, to prove to people that I’m not gay,” he explained. “Even though in my heart I know that it’s not a bad thing. There’s still a piece of me that thinks that. And I hate that side of me.” [Gay panic] 4 December Shawn Mendes Talks Stadium Show and BTS Collab Update

In this interview he talks about words that he hates so much that he’ll never put in his songs: “I’ll probably never say “Moonlight” I’ll never say dancing in the moonlight” (of course he didn’t write their PR Song) I’m lazy and I don’t want to look up to dates to know exactly when gave interview to Billboard and to Kiss 92.5, but my opinion on this: Shawn Mendes didn’t tried for 8-10 month to make Camila get on board so they could record Senorita. It was Camila’s song. The whole thing “Shawn tried convince me for months and I was like should I?” it just to fit their narrative. He was in love, he wanted her and thought perhaps if she and I record another song together we can spend time and she’ll fall in love with me the same way I did when we recorded INWYDLS. He didn’t have a song; he only had the I think you should be my beard; I’m fucking everything up.

Why I think that? Well, I don’t think Camila’s team is that dumb. Until march, they were publishing articles about how much in love Camila was. She was traveling with him, leaking songs about him (First Man) and all these boring straight stuffs. When Shawn started to persuading Camila to be his beard? My best guess: december-april. When she said yes, they come up with the idea of a song and it worked. Camila already had a gay song that she wouldn’t be able to release, she could give it to someone else. Hell, since Shawn wanted her to be his beard and they needed to sale their relationship and love story, they needed to make it more real. How Camila would fall in love with Shawn when he was touring and she was working on her new album and traveling with dickhead? No one would believe it. Everyone needed to see how did happen. Shawn needed a beard, Camila didn’t like her beard, she had a gay song, well that could work out. Their PR didn’t happen because of the song it was the other way around. They needed to spend some time together so Camila would realize that she always loved him even though she thought him as her brother. That’s why I think that it didn’t took 10 months to convince Camila to be his beard. It was more like four months (december-april).

III-A. When Camila accept to be his beard

May 3 Shawn releases another generical song. But this one is not like the other ones (Besides being the beginning of their PR) this one had only one purpose: start the buzz and make everyone ask to who is this song to? Is he talking about Camila? (I mean, if he isn’t talking about Camila then who else would be? He’s always around men)

If I Can’t Have You peaked at #2. His first song, since his last album, who got into Top10! Jun 21 Senorita and later on Shawn got his first #1. I was going to mention every stunt they did between Jul-Dec, but I don’t want to see all of that shit again. But you can look it up and you’ll see: Shawn was on tour? Stunt. Shawn was in U.S? Take Camila to wherever he is. Camila is going to releases her songs September 6? Hell no, she’ll be in Toronto performing with Shawn Mendes. Is he across the world where no one remember he exists? Make her walk around the streets facetiming him and wearing wannabe Camren bracelets. She released an album? Well, Shawn’s on tour so bring him up in every single interview. Let them ask her about him. Is she getting hate on internet because of him? Who cares?! Well, now he’s Mexico and we don’t care if Camila wants to be a little MIA, she needs to be there. Make her fly to Mexico so we could at least take some photos of them together. His tour ended? Well, now he needs to rest his image a little bit. We’ll let their stunt be a little low key, they only need to be seen together on important events so people won’t forget that he is straight and is dating a woman. III-B

Until march, Camila was on cloud 9 dating Ew. She was happy. Giving us some lyric, teasing us with her second album. She tweed about Living Proof, Dream of You, Easy and in April she was at studio recording with Finneas. When Camila accept to be Shawn’s beard? April. She was already working on her album. It can’t be before this because Camila and Matthew were so fucking in love. Then Shawn released his boring song and a few weeks later Camila warned, may 24: it’s the calm before the storm. Love you guys. And she did that again June 18: *looks put together* *going thru internal shit storm*

Camila told in one of her interviews that Shawn came up with the song and she wasn’t sure about it. In October 21 Charli XCX said: “We were on tour with Taylor together at the time so we were talking about it a little bit," she continued. "She wanted to do it with Shawn and they were talking about it, like it was just everyone having a long conversation about it. Obviously, both of them write as well so they kind of wanted to write on the song and make it more their own."” Shawn wanted them to do a PR, Camila wasn’t sure about it, in some way he convinced her that would help them both out. Camila surely didn’t want to release an album that would be linked to that dickhead. Well, she would be able to release more personal songs about her private relationship and would be with a friend that she enjoyed to spend her time with. I don’t think that her mistake was accept be his beard, I think she needed to think about how it would be under a contract that wasn’t being manage by her team. Release gay songs and stay away from thar moron came with a price. Camila didn’t need to be in a very public relationship. She was okay. Her first album went so fucking well. She didn’t need to. Shawn was the one who needed to make everyone believe he is straight. He needs to do this if he wants to make a different album not only in vocals, but one being exactly what he wanted: a break up album, personal. That’s why they were very public. If you think more about it, Camila is his first girlfriend.

When I think their relationship will end? April-May. Unless Camila wants to extend their contract, perhaps she could be in more control of how they would do their stunt. But I don’t think she wants to, she already released the album, everyone knows that is about “Shawn”, he being linked to her songs didn’t not go well. And Shawn wants to release SM4 this year since he has been worked on it since last year.

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as a child, the so called ripper witnessed the horrors of camp malnati first hand, the ruthless brutality of the kids cut a bloody path through his heart and scarred his mind. as a young boy, he suffered in silent torment, haunted by an evil that wouldn't stay dead. but now as an adult and a lonesome man, he's prepared to bury more than his past, by any means necessary.

he'd been planning his revenge on the campers and counselors for over twenty years worth of nightmares, and now he was finally ready to put his plans into action.

tw: murder, violence, gore, death, funeral. please read at your discretion! this is meant to be the grand finale of the au camp event. thank you to lynds again for this event to happen && to everyone who participated. none of this is meant to be canon, just a little fun for the event.

“a murderer has escaped from custody a few towns over. he’s extremely dangerous, out to get revenge on the bullies that tormented him at camp when he was younger. beating him. trying to strangle him, and worst of all, nearly leaving him to burn as a prank at an old shed in the woods.”

the malnati’s heard police reports of a literal axe murder out on the loose, but shook it off as hearsay, not wanting it to detract from the amazing week they had planned for their counselors and campers. when the malnati’s arrived, there were sounds of a struggle, then there was a scream from the camp’s kitchen, but soon it was quiet again. perfectly serene and peaceful for the impending arrival of the camp counselors and campers. before camp malnati was camp malnati, it was owned by a different family, a family whose kids used their time at the camp to be the high school bullies they’ve always wanted to be. they didn’t care about hurting feelings or the damage it would cause their victims. one victim in particular was a small boy who had now grown into a man, using the ripper as an alias. thinking the kids who used to bully him at the camp were the ones who were now staying at the camp, the ripper decided to make his return. however, what he didn’t know was that he messed with the wrong group of people.

a week later, after days on end of taunt and terror caused by the ripper, the young adults who spent their time at the malnati decided to take it into their own hands. the past hour and a half had been filled with the harmonious noises of counselors and campers crowded onto a small bunk, going over their plan to take down the ripper once and for all. their week at camp was approaching its end, and a lot of the camp goers wanted their own kind of revenge.

the group lead june out and through the secret path they had all created to a clearing in the woods beside the lake. she was going to be used as bait for the ripper, hoping he’d follow her out there in order to finally end him. come out to the woods if you want a kill, they wrote in a note. it didn’t take long for the small note to catch the ripper’s eye, the sound of laughter and talking leading the mysterious man into the woods.

seth, brennan, preston and trevor had decided to take guard behind huge weathered trees, watching out for the ripper for when he arrived to the woods. others were lurking near by as they waited for the ripper to make his appearance. and there was june, standing in the woods with soft birds chirping in the distance and the sun peaking through the shadows. june could feel her throat tighten and she blamed the temperature, not the deepening feeling in her stomach as she started to see a figure walking towards her in the distance, standing staggered against the leaves under her feet. the ripper’s footsteps as he made his way into the woods were slow and rhythmic. marley stood by the edge of the path, her arms crossed over her chest as those deep green eyes peered into the woods. the girl was shorter than the ripper, but the way she puffed out her chest and sneered made her feel like she could take him on. shawn and duncan were near by, with the latter holding onto fishing net he found down by the lake. nic, declan, kinzie and eddie were hiding behind an old abandoned shed, perhaps thinking it was the ripper’s very own. with the ripper making his way towards june, it was now or never.

“what are you doing here all alone? didn’t you hear the announcements all this week?" the ripper seemed skeptical, but his tone dripped of mischief. “must be a stupid girl to come out here all alone.” june steeled her nerves and ran when the ripper came into her view, cutting across the woods as a few people mumbled while others stared directly at her. june fell onto her knees, tripping onto the floor of the woods, her clothes not giving enough protection from the low scraggly bushes and thorns. june’s lips parted as chills of horror and fear wracked her body, the ripper approaching her fast. just as things started to seem dire, in a jarring turn of events, shawn came out from where he was watching and slashed the ripper in the leg with his knife, making the ripper drop his axe in agony. as the ripper yelled profanities at shawn, the others started to pile out from where they were lurking. the ripper’s leg dripped with blood, coating the ground in crimson red.

“get the rope,” nic told declan, pointing back to the shed where they both hid behind just moments before. the group’s grand plan was to lead the ripper out to the woods where he would be tied up with rope, and they would then throw him into the abandoned shed, letting him die with it on fire.

as declan fetched the rope, the ripper continued to fight off the group, throwing punches when he could. before the ripper could pick up his axe and use it against anyone, kinzie jumped on his back and held him in a headlock, leaving him restless. as kinzie was on his back, duncan came out with his fishing net and hit him between the legs with the pole, which left the ripper falling down to his knees. trevor took the lead of shawn, stabbing his own knife into the ripper’s side as kinzie moved back to let trevor take over. as the knife stabbed into the ripper, blood splattered over trevor’s face. trevor kept going at him five or six more times with the bloodied knife before allowing seth to take over. before seth could even make his move the ripper surged in sudden strength despite being severely tore up, and caught seth by the neck, holding it in a tight grasp. seth’s coughs rang throughout the wooded forest as he tried to get out of the ripper’s grasp. not wanting to see someone die on his watch, brennan stepped into action to try to help seth break free from the ripper’s chokehold. “you dumb fuck will never stop, will y--” an abrupt cut to brennan’s voice came as the cold metal of the ripper’s axe dug deep into the back of his neck, exposed by his folded collar. a dirty mix of metallic to the point of terracotta red seeped out of brennan’s body. the tip of the rusted blade splintered the wood above his shoulder. brennan could feel the slight gash that created a spike in searing pain. brennan’s stare shot to the impact point for a split second before a cold hand clamped around his throat to stifle the yell. brennan hissed, bringing his knee up blindly into the abdomen of the ripper. the ripper grunted, pushing down in pain before brennan grasped the side of the ripper’s head and pressed it evenly against the side of a tree in one fluid movement and one sickening crunch.

there was a dull silence, the resonance of shouting and rumble of leaves quietened, brennan’s other hand reached for his throat upon the realization of his blood gushing out. brennan started to see black spots, with his breathing restricted and chest constricted. brennan gasped and choked for air. eddie, now behind a tree, stared heavily with tears as he watched the life suck out of brennan. marley’s scream cut through the silence as it brought back the cacophony of voices trying to figure out what they wanted to do to the ripper next.

“you son of a bitch,” groaned seth as he stabbed the ripper with shawn’s knife, watching the ripper’s body tense, the knife handle aided against the ripper’s body, the liquids in the killer’s body pooling behind it. a thick syrupy blood rushed against the ripper, letting out a cry that resembled a wounded animal. seth pulled the weapon out, surely not to leave the blood trapped and clog up the wound, preventing him from bleeding out. with that pull came another push, this time into the ripper’s back. with a careful drag, seth let it roll along next to his spine, a spur of laughs of adrenaline rushing from his mouth as the ripper’s shirt popped and ripped. the ripper’s body fell once the knife left his skin again, face crashing into the patch of dark dirt sitting under him.

nic emerged from behind one of the tall trees, her shirt stained with fresh blood as she tended to brennan’s corpse. “i swear to god if the ripper is not dead,” she screamed out as she analyzed the ripper’s body, looking up to see declan back with the rope. making sure he was unconscious, the group began to cut the rope into pieces so they could tie up his feet and his hands, not wanting to let the ripper have another chance to take another life. it was all hands on deck as they moved to get the ripper bound up, with shawn and trevor using their knives to make makeshift handcuffs. preston moved over the ripper’s body, bending down to see how badly he was injured. a smirk made its way onto his face as he could tell the ripper was out like a light, blood painting the forest ground as if it was a blanket of snow. preston noticed the axe near the ripper’s body, picking it up and swinging it over his shoulder, declaring he was going to keep it for himself. as a little camp souvenir.

kinzie and marley took the task of tying up the ripper’s wrists, duncan and declan took over tying up the ripper’s feet, and june and eddie made sure it looked tight enough. handing the axe to nic for the time being, preston grabbed the ripper’s feet with shawn taking the ripper’s hands, both picking up the body and moving it towards the shed.

the sun started going down as the group made their way over to the shed, gas cans already set out for them to use courtesy of declan. nic broke the lock of the deteriorating shed with the axe she still held, allowing the group to open up the building to throw the ripper in. as the doors pulled forward, a lingering smell of stench began to fill all of their stenches. at first sight, it looked like it was the ripper’s headquarters, with dismantled body parts laying around and pictures of past campers hanging on the walls. shawn and preston walked into the shed, dropping of the body of the ripper before moving back. preston grunted, stepping back and using his hand to wipe away the splatter of blood on his jacket. shawn’s head turned to look at the tools in the room – a multitude of pillows for suffocation, a few hanging wires, and of course, a handful of axes. trevor walked in to look at the ripper one last time, bending down and staring at the breathless body one last time. “you fucking asshole,” trevor cursed, grabbing his knife, raising the already bloody object and digging it into the ripper’s left eye. with a quick pull out, trevor plunged it into the ripper’s chest, somewhere close to where the heart was. walking in, kinzie saw the scene in front of her and asked if she could have a turn before they ended the ripper for good. trevor gave kinzie his knife and stabbed the ripper a few more times, breathless and aggravated. this kill was much messier than usual, that fear of an escape making kinzie more anxious than ever. when kinzie saw the ripper’s chest stop moving up and down, she knew that this time, it was over.

being so caught up in the killing, kinzie had forgotten about the group behind her. “that was sick,” preston’s voice was somewhat hoarse, even raised a bit. “you didn’t have to be that harsh. i’m glad you were.” kinzie tightened her hold on the knife, taking steps closer towards preston before handing the knife to him. “get one last slice in,” kinzie spoke to preston as she walked out of the shed. preston moved to look over at the ripper, the blade in his hand lifted ever so slightly to the ripper’s throat, before he moved it to the ripper’s throat. the blade rose to the ripper’s face, caressing the ripper’s cheek. preston was slow, letting the sharp metal move deep into his skin. the tip of the knife dug harder into the flesh. a small droplet of blood fell from the exposed wound, though preston didn’t care too much. the ripper ruined his camp experience, so preston would ruin the ripper’s life.

“are we doing this or what?” asked duncan as he stood outside the shed with the group, thinking he was going to miss his dungeon and dragons session if they didn’t hurry up. the sun was gone and the moon shined like a beacon, a sign of what was to come.

“calm down,” remarked preston before he looked at the building one last time. while preston was in the building, the rest of the group spilled gas all around the shed, throwing gas into the shed itself once everyone was out.

marley did the honors and lit the shed on fire, moving back once the lighter latched onto the gas. the group huddled together as they watched the flames dance around the shed. the soft, crackling fire casted a gentle orange light on their faces. their eyes glowed, illuminated in the center. shadows reflected in time to the shifting of the wood in the fire. blazing red and fury echoed against the trees as continued to watch on, the scent of burning skin pulling at the back of their throats rushing in their lungs. it was quiet -- the fire cracked against the mass, spreading across the shed. the building collapsed, putting the ripper’s burning body into view, hands twitching as they melted. they watched on until the ripper perished into the night.

things were very different after the week that the ripper and brennan had died. seth felt almost guilty to be happy at not having the ripper’s eyes staring at him when he tried to sleep, knowing brennan gave his life up for him. the others felt the same way, too. feeling somewhat guilty for being alive when brennan was being laid to rest.

the counselors and campers had all been transported to an unknown land, stripped of their summer plans, their normal lives, trapped into a nightmarish scheme of unimaginable situations, playing the same events as if they were in a horror movie. now it was all over, but at one very sad cost.

dark clouds hung in the sky over camp malnati on a friday afternoon. the air felt thick, cold and penetratingly damp. throughout the service, nic sobbed openly and uncontrollably. declan just appeared to be in shock, even though they knew this was coming. the camp was packed, which was often the case when a young person passed away. so many contemporaries left to mourn. marley, kinzie and duncan comforted each other. seth and june sat together, with june rubbing seth’s back and handing him tissues. preston stood in the back with trevor standing beside him. they mourned in silence. eddie and shawn served as bearers, leading the casket to brennan’s resting place once the funeral was over with. the rest of the counselors and campers of the year 2005 came to his funeral, letting him know just how much his sacrifice saved lives. no one would ever forget the summer the ripper showed up at camp malnati.

#i never write this genre so i hope this is alright! but thank you for a very fun week & thank you for all the participation!! <33 #malnatievents #camp au && ripper encounter

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