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s10127470 · 6 months

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The Wasted Potential of Tyler

"Alright campers! It's time to talk about Total....Drama...."

I've been hooked on Total Drama ever since it first premiered here in the United States on Cartoon Network, and it ended up becoming one of my favorite shows growing up.

I'd remember always looking out for the new seasons and I watched pretty much every season during its original broadcast here in America.

Even the seasons I would come to hate!

But out of the three generations of contestants, the most iconic is (of course) the first generation that stuck with us for the first three seasons and All-Star.

Part of that was because they were the most developed of the three generations (in addition to the aforementioned being the one that was the most seen).

Not to mention they possess some of the franchise's most popular and beloved characters.

The second generation (with the exception of Staci), while good, didn't quite reach the heights of the first one.

And with the exception of Shawn and Jasmine, literally no one gives a shit about the third generation.

But the character I want to focus on today is the clumsy jock himself, Tyler!

Although he was introduced in Total Drama Island, he was among the portion of the OG cast who didn't leave much of an impression on the audience (at first).

This was because he was only around for 7 episodes, and only spoke in about 4 of them.

After Island, he didn't return for the second season Total Drama Action.

He only appeared as a guest on the aftermath specials, where he didn't talk at all.

However, he would eventually make his grand return to the Total Drama game for the third season, Total Drama World Tour.

This was where Tyler started to come into his own as a character.

He was very funny and had a decent chunk of comedic lines, mainly stemming for his somewhat dimwitted nature.

But his best comedy came from the physical pain he often found himself in.

Funnily enough, this constant stream of pain was actually an expansion of his character.

Although he didn't have a whole lot going for him in the first season, one of the few defining characteristics Tyler had was his clumsy nature.

Although not shown to often due to his minor role, there were a few moments in Island that highlighted his clumsy nature.

In Dodgebrawl, he constantly kept missing the Screaming Gophers when throwing the balls.

In Not Quite Famous, he accidentally tied himself up with his yo-yo trick.

Hell, this is even shown when he first appears in the very first episode!

When we're first introduced to Tyler, we see him water skiing from the back of a yacht, somehow trips on the water, starts barreling across the water, hits the dock and is sent flying right into a pile of luggage

In World Tour, he's a full-on pain magnet.

From falling down a pyramid, to jumping out of piranha-infested waters, to getting shocked by electric eel.

Tyler pretty much got hurt in nearly every episode he was around in World Tour.

But it wasn't just his comedy that made him enduring.

Tyler was also depicted as good-hearted, patient and surprisingly loyal.

This was especially shown with his relationship with Lindsay, which holds the title of being one of the most wholesome romances in the entire series.

That fact that Tyler stayed loyal to Lindsay despite her forgetting who he was for about a year is nothing short of impressive.

Plus, he was the only one to call out Duncan's infidelity rather than blaming Gwen like damn near everyone else, which automatically makes him Best Boy.

However, there is one thing to note about Tyler in World Tour. He made it a bit further than he initially did in Island, making at least TWO episodes before the merge.

Because of this, Tyler has not only gone down as a fan-favorite, but also one of the most wasted characters in the show's history.

He's one of five of the original contestants that never made it to the teams merging, along with Noah, Katie and Sadie, and of course, Ezekiel.

Not to mention he never made it far into the game despite other underdog-like characters such as Beth, Harold and Cody making it to at least the final five.

And despite the potential he had for the last season he would compete in, it ended up getting thrown away in order to obviously make room for a fan-favorite (aka Duncan)

So today I wanted to take the time to discuss how I think Tyler could've been better implement in the Total Drama series overall.

Total Drama Island:

Season 1 is pretty interesting, since it's blankest canvas on what to do with Tyler.

Since they're 22 contestants and lot of them fade into the background due to their limited screentime, the doors are wide open for what Tyler could do.

While he wouldn't play a super big role in this season, he would have a little more to do.

Tyler would be sticking around a little longer than he did originally, but he would still get eliminated before the merge.

Since he would be around a little longer, some things I want to see from him would be more interactions with Lindsay and even standing-up for Harold, the latter serving as build-up to something that would be explored a little later.

In terms of elimination order, Tyler is a pretty easy fix. Just have his original elimination order taken by Sadie.

Sadie was just a filler character who faded into the background due to her limited amount of dialogue.

The same applies for Katie as well.

Not to mention that both of them would only be reduced to minor characters after this season and never compete again.

But in a Uno-Reverse fashion, Tyler would be taking Sadie's original elimination order, which would make sense give that the challenge is focused on trust, and his clumsy and overconfident nature would put him at a major disadvantage.

So yeah....that's about it for Tyler for Total Drama Island.

I don't really have anything on how he could be implemented into Total Drama Action, but luckily, I do have notes for he could implemented in.....

Total Drama World Tour:

This was the season where Tyler's potential started to be tapped.

One thing to note for this rewrite is that the teams will be a little different....

Team Victory: Ezekiel, DJ, Katie and Sadie, Leshawna, Lindsay, Bridgette and Trent.

Team Amazon: Heather, Gwen, Courtney, Sierra and Cody.

Team Chris is Really, Really, Really, Really Hot: Owen, Alejandro, Duncan, Noah, Izzy, Tyler and Harold.

Yep! Harold is on Team Chris now! That's because he and Tyler will actually be forming a pretty close friendship this season, similar to what Owen and Noah did.

I've always felt like these two really had the potential for a genuinely engaging friendship.

Hell, this was even shown in the original World Tour, when they were geeking out over Japanese game shows.

This would also led to Alejandro forming an alliance with Tyler and Harold, as he would see them as useful allies in some way.

Tyler for his loyalty and athleticism, and Harold for his loyalty, mad skills and vast knowledge of various topics.

(Plus the fact that he made it to the final five last season doesn't hurt either).

The alliance itself would actually be quite reminiscent of the one between Heather, Lindsay and Beth from Season 1.

Even Heather herself would point this out and be undoubtedly pissed about it.

As for why I decided to put Katie and Sadie and Trent in this season.

For the first two, just to fill out that team a bit more.

As for Trent, why wasn't he?

He's the most musically-gifted of the main cast, and despite this season being heavily focused on musical numbers, he didn't compete at all.

Hell, he only sings once in the entire season.....

And that was only for backup vocals!

As for the elimination order for this season.

Ezekiel and Duncan (until he returns) would still be the ones to be eliminated first in Walk Like an Egyptian.

DJ would be the one to go home instead of Harold in Super Happy Crazy Fun Time Japan.

His reason for elimination would the Animal Curse....well sort of.

Throughout the episode, DJ would find himself either getting attack by or accidentally hurting animals.

And aftering hearing about him accidentally destroying the mummified dog back in Egypt, Alejandro decides to make up the tale of the Animal Curse, knowing that it would throw DJ off his game.

In the end, Team Victory decided to send DJ home, feeling like it was the best for him.

And despite how short his stay on my World Tour was, at least it was a more dignified way to go when compared to the original World Tour.

Sadie would be the one to go in Anything Yukon Do, I Can Do Better, having suffered the exact same faith Bridgette did.

The next eliminations are pretty much the same as they were in the original World Tour (that being Leshawna and Lindsay).

In Jamaica Me Sweat, Katie would the one to go home.

Her reason for going home: Sadie.

Essentially, after Sadie was eliminated, as you expect, Katie didn't take it particularly well....

But thanks to the encouragement of her teammates, she was able to get over it and even became a bit of a team leader in her own right.

I thought it would be a little interesting to see one of the duo function without the other.

Since remember, in this version of Total Drama, they pretty much get eliminated back-to-back!

But since Alejandro saw her as a possible opponent, he threw Katie off her game by constantly reminding her of Sadie.

And eventually, she breaks down.

So yeah, in this version, Team Victory is still around after the Jamaica episode, with Bridgette and Trent being the last two standing.

I've always thought that the three team element was really interesting, but was heavily wasted in the original World Tour.

I mean for God's sake, one of the teams didn't even make it at least halfway through the season!

(Also by the way, Izzy doesn't go home in this episode).

The next two episodes are pretty much the same in terms of elimination, with Noah getting booted off in I See London....., and no one’s going home in Greece's Pieces.

Finally we come to The EX-Files, the episode that Tyler was eliminated in.

Taking his place instead would be Izzy since, let's be real, it would make sense for her to be eliminated in this episode.

In Picnic at Hanging Dork, there would be a double elimination.

And the ones going home would be Gwen and Trent.

Team Amazon still lose the same way they did the original season.

But as for why Trent got booted as well.....

Through this season, there would be awkward tension between Gwen and Trent, given everything that happened between them during Action.

And it unfortunately didn't get much better after Tyler spills the beans on Duncan and Gwen kissing.

Trent practically shut down after hearing that his worst fear pretty much came true.

And because of this, Bridgette had to do most of the heavy lifting to ensure they didn't lose.

But in the end, Chris decides to boot Trent off....

Not because he shut down. Oh no! Chris couldn't care less about that and would've gladly kept him in the game just to see Bridgette struggle.

Because he's a sadist.

He decided to boot Trent off because he knew about the awkward tension between him and Gwen, and just wanted him to go with Gwen just to rub salt in the wound that was her elimination and eucalyptus allergies.

Once again, because he's a sadist.

Next is Sweden Sour, and unlike the original, someone actually does go home.

And that person is unfortunately Harold.

The reason why....

Ever since Greece's Pieces, Duncan has been bullying Tyler because of him knowing about the kiss.

And it only got even worse when he eventually spilled the beans.

Harold, being Tyler's close friend, is not particularly keen on seeing this.

He already had to endure a season and a half of Duncan’s bullying, the last thing he wants is Duncan bullying someone else close to him.

This would eventually lead to Harold unleashing a can of whoop-ass on Duncan after taking the bullying too far, similar to what Leshawna did to Heather back in Germany.

As a result of this, Harold is booted off. But luckily, he does get the last laugh in the end.

Finally, we come to Niagara Brawls….

Our boy Tyler has made it to the merge! Along with Bridgette!

As for the pairings for the challenge, they’re more or less the same with two exceptions though.

Since Tyler and Bridgette are still around, they would be paired up for the challenge.

I could honestly see there being a running gag of them being somewhat uncomfortable with this, mainly because they fear their respective significant others would get jealous about this.

And other exception would be Owen and Noah.

Yep! The sassy king himself would be the one to return to game rather than Blainley!

Yeah I'm pretty much going off Schaffrillas' World Tour headcanon from his Noah video since let's be real, Noah coming back to the game would make much more sense than having a character who wasn't all that engaging to begin with and only made four appearances prior coming on, only to get booted off just the episode after her seasonal debut.

But just like in the original World Tour, Owen's the one to go home.

For the next two episodes, there'll be a double elimination.

For Chinese Fake-Out, Courtney and Bridgette are the ones to get the boot.

Bridgette because she was the first one out for the eating challenge, due to her vegetarian ways.

As for African Lying Safari, it'll be Duncan and Noah.

Noah because he's not the most physically capable around, which put him at a major disadvantage for the challenge.

Finally we come Rapa Phooey, and sadly, this would be the episode where Tyler gets eliminated.

The reason: He would be badly injured by the giant condor mom. Not to mention he tried and failed the most times out of the other contestants to return the eggs.

So yeah, that was Tyler's tenure on Total Drama. Although he didn't really do too much in Island, he really came into his own during World Tour, and made it pretty far at 5th place!

I think this would be the perfect usage of Tyler for this series. He wouldn't over-stay his welcome like some characters, but would still be utilized when he was around.

Let me know what you guys think about this post I made.

Also, I know someone's gonna bring this up, but yes, I can see Tyler and Leshawna competing together for the Ridonculous Race.

However, I'm not quite sure how far they would make it.

#total drama #tyler td #total drama headcanons #harold td #lindsay td #lyler #rewrite #total drama island #total drama world tour #td alejandro #we're gonna bring the dinner to the table and then we're gonna eat it!

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violetsandfluff · 1 year

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3:05 (shawn mendes)

a/n: ngl I sobbed while writing this? so read at your own risk ig. it’s angst until the angst is over, then it’s fluff. 3:05 made me cry so hard so i wrote this. it’s loosely inspired by both 3:05 and It’ll Be Okay. <3

tw: breakups, tears, kind of hard to read? lmao maybe that’s just my hormonal ass

word count: 2.4k

After two years together, Shawn and Y/N’s relationship was picture-perfect. Their lives consisted of long hours together every day, beginning with cuddles in the living room.

Y/N woke up each morning to the sound of Shawn strumming his guitar softly in the living room. She would shuffle out of their shared room and make her way to the couch, where he sat, shirtless, unshaven, and messy-haired. His face always broke into a wide grin upon seeing her, and without a second thought, he would set his guitar aside, opening his arms for her to crawl into.

“Good morning, sunshine. How did you sleep?” he would ask, and she would respond simply with good.

She would rest her head against his chest and listen as he rambled softly about whatever he was working on. Some days it was new song ideas, other days it was revising old songs and chord progressions. Regardless of the subject, she enjoyed listening to his smooth voice as his excitement grew. She could practically hear his smile as it blossomed on his features and the rosy blush as it crept onto his cheeks.

Once he ran out of early-morning thoughts to share with her, he would fall silent and busy himself tracing circles on her cheeks.

“Talk to me,” she would insist.

“I don’t have anything else to talk about,” he would protest.

Most mornings, he would play his guitar for her, and if she was lucky, he would sing to her. Something about his voice, especially at such intimate times, never failed to move her to tears.

“No need to cry, honey,” he would laugh as he noticed the glistening trails leading from her eyes. “I know it’s early, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”

All she could manage was a feeble chuckle in reply.

Some mornings she would make breakfast for him while he continued playing his guitar, and other mornings they would cook together. On special occasions, after she slept in, he would lift her up and set her on the counter to enjoy breakfast and a treat.

During the day, if Shawn wasn’t at the studio or one of his frequent interviews, he could be found with Y/N at the beach, the mall, or even in their backyard.

Everyone who knew them knew how inseparable they were. That’s why it was news to everyone when they suddenly called their relationship quits.

Y/N blamed it on falling out of love for him. Her words had fallen into Shawn’s ears like lead bricks.

“I’m sorry, Shawn,” she admitted slowly, “but I don’t feel the same about us anymore. I think we would be better off apart.”

Had he not been sitting down, his legs would have been too weak to hold him. The words spun around dizzily in his head, making them difficult to comprehend. He noticed tears springing to her eyes, but he wasn’t completely sure why. His head felt heavy and foggy, and he could hear his heart pumping blood around his body. It was a miracle his heart found a way to beat after that, aching the way it did.

Y/N went on to explain that she already had somewhere safe to stay and that she would be in good hands.

As soon as the words left her lips, Y/N broke down, burying her face in her hands. The hurt on his face made her stomach churn, but she couldn’t go back now without destroying his trust.

Shawn didn’t cry. He didn’t say anything, nor did he reach out to comfort her. He just sat in stunned silence, trying to process her words.

“I’m sorry,” she managed between choking sobs, “I’m so sorry, Shawn. You have every right to hate me after this, I’m sorry.”

Shawn neither forgave her or agreed to hate her. He just stared, not at her, rather the air in front of her, his jaw mildly agape.

It took forever for the reality of the situation to sink in.

Even as he watched her gather her belongings from every last corner of his condo, it didn’t sink in.

He recieved one last kiss before she left, along with a hug that lasted upwards of fifteen minutes.

She held onto him as tightly as her arms allowed, but all he could do was sling his arms around her lazily. He didn’t have it in him to do anything more.

She uttered profuse apology after profuse apology, but Shawn’s wrecked body refused to let it sink in. He watched from the door as she left, her belongings in tow as tears streamed down her cheeks. He stood in rigid, unmoving silence long after she’d disappeared, trying desperately to comprehend the day’s events.

Leaving was hard for her, but spending the night in her own bed was oddly comfortable. She was still wrapped up in Shawn’s sweatshirt, inhaling the scent that was inherently his. It was almost like he was there, holding her to his chest.

She had expected the first night to be harder, but it proved otherwise. Now she was certain leaving was the right choice.

Shawn, on the other hand, didn’t have such a good night.

By four am, he had concluded and accepted that she wasn’t coming back, not that night, at least. He wandered into the bedroom they had once shared. Illuminated by the moonlight that shone in through the gaping windows, he made out a pile on the bed. For a moment, his broken, sleep-deprived body thought it was Y/N’s outline beneath the covers. When he got closer, he realized it was her keys to his condo and a pile of almost all of the clothes she had stolen from him. Beneath the pile of sweatshirts and t-shirts was all of the jewelry he had bought her throughout the duration of their relationship. Among these were the necklace and earrings she wore daily.

Shawn fingered them in disbelief, vowing never to lose them. He slipped the earrings, small heart studs made of her birthstone, into his own ears, securing the backs tightly. He donned one of the many t-shirts in the pile, as well as the single pair of sweatpants before fastening the necklace around his neck and settling into his bed.

It didn’t take long for him to realize that she’d left her pillow behind. He wasn’t sure if it was on purpose on night, or if she’d be back for it, but he decided it would be his for the night. He curled up around it as if he were spooning it, and soon it was soaked by the tears that finally. streamed down his face. Tears had been burning in his eyes for hours, but he had blinked them back, waiting desperately for release.

Now, the floodgates were open and Shawn sobbed freely into the pillow, wishing Y/N was there to comfort him.

“Y/N,” he whispered into the darkness, praying for a response. “Y/N, baby, I need you.”

He half-expected her to show up in the bed beside him, apologizing profusely and pulling him delicately into her arms, telling him it was all a joke and that she never meant to hurt him.

At that point, he wouldn’t be angry in the slightest. He would be more relieved than ever. His heart would begin to beat again and blood would rush back to his brain. Once tears stopped flowing from his exhausted eyes, he would give her a hug and scold her.

But that never happened.

Every night got more difficult for her. She coped by going out, drinking, and enjoying life as a young, single woman. After a few casual hookups, when men hit on her, she wished Shawn was there to protect her, but alcohol made her very confrontational. Eventually, no men dared approach her in search of a night.

Every morning she woke up in someone else’s bed, her mind would hallucinate the sounds of Shawn’s guitar. She would sit up immediately, praying everything had been a dream. Then she’d see the strange men sleeping beside her and coil back in reproach. None of them could ever compare to her Shawn.

After a month away from him, she found herself to weak to go out. Her heart ached longingly for Shawn, the boy who had been hers for so long. The one night she forced herself to go out, she got so drunk she told her Uber driver to take her to Shawn’s house.

Shawn wondered who would be knocking on his door at one am on Sunday morning, but he brought himself to open it. He was more than surprised to see Y/N standing there, wearing a tight dress and too much makeup. He had to admit, he was more than impressed until he remembered how badly she’d hurt him. Without a word, he slammed the door, locking it again and going back to bed.

He had only begun to heal, but seeing her again put him back on square one. He rarely left the house anymore, and if he did it was as briefly and seldom as possible. Anything and everything reminded him of her, and he couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t do anything anymore.

He couldn’t sing or play his guitar, and no song ideas popped into his mind. He had never been at such a loss for music, contributing to his feeling of worthlessness. His friends and family constantly told him not to beat himself up, that Y/N probably wasn’t the girl she’d pretended to be for the last two years, but their efforts upset him even more. After all, what kind of boyfriend wouldn’t know his own girlfriend?

He tried so many times to text her, but he never got through. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she’d blocked him, but it was still surreal.

Every time he thought about slamming the door on her, his heart ached. He couldn’t live like that anymore.

As time went on, guilt grew like an ugly stain on Y/N’s conscience. She knew she needed to at least give Shawn an apology, but her stubborn will refused to allow her to unblock him.

She longed to fall asleep in his strong arms and wake up to the soft strumming of his guitar. He wanted to cuddle with him on the couch and help him make breakfast. She wanted to listen to his new music before anything else, and she wanted to walk around the mall with her hand enveloped comfortably by his.

These mundane activities that she once took for granted seemed like luxuries now. Now that she was on the outside, Shawn was an unattainable fantasy from another dimension. She would never touch him again, nor would she wake up to hear him playing his guitar softly from the living room. She would never touch her lips to his again, and she’d be lucky if she ever got to see him again.

So there she was, using a car she’d borrowed from a friend to drive to his house one last time. The sky was pitch black and no one else was on the roads. She knew the way to Shawn’s condo by heart, from anywhere in the world, but now she had no right to. She wouldn’t be surprised if he’d packed up and left.

All too soon, she found herself face to face with his door, her hand poised to knock. She stayed, frozen like that, for an absurd amount of time until she gathered the courage to knock. If by some miracle he let her in, she could use the excuse that she was there to collect her pillow.

Three feeble knocks echoed through Shawn’s sleep-fogged head. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow to ward off the intrusion to his sleep, but it sounded again.

Sighing in resignation, he emerged from his cocoon of blankets and dragged his feet to the front door.

He resisted the urge to let his jaw drop as he took in the details that made her *her*. And his. Seeing her without makeup again reminded him of the many mornings they’d spent together in his living room, basking in each others’ company. And seeing her in his sweatshirt once more was almost too much to bear.

“How drunk are you?” he asked incredulously.

“Sober.”

The moment he saw tears forming in her eyes, he opened his arms for her to run into. He held her tenderly, as if she were a fragile valuable he was told to protect.

Neither of them said anything, but neither of them had to. Being back in each others’ company was all they needed.

Silent tears cascaded down Shawn’s face, making their way to Y/N’s hair. They both had so much to say to each other, but neither were capable of making any sound. Soft sniffles and breaths filled the air as they held each other in the doorway. Neither of them wanted to be the first to break the hug, but Shawn was the first to straighten.

“You seem tired,” he said bluntly, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Come on.”

She followed him wordlessly to his bedroom, where he pulled her into bed beside him. After a moment, she located her pillow and got comfortable beside Shawn.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

“Come her and go to sleep,” Shawn said softly, opening his arms for her to snuggle into.

She cuddled up against him the way she had so many times before. She had no words to describe how badly she had missed that.

The two dozed off peacefully, but Shawn awoke a little after three o’clock to hear sniffling beside him.

“What is it, honey?” he asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated feverishly. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Tell me everything, baby,” he softened.

“I can’t,” she whimpered. “You wouldn’t love me anymore.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Tell me everything,” he said again. “I’ll love you either way.”

“I can’t,” she murmered again. “I can’t.”

“Y/N, do you know how much I need you?”

“I’m sorry,” she whined. “But I can’t tell you right now.”

“Tell me a different time, then.” Shawn compromised. “I’ll be here for you in the morning.”

When Y/N woke up, she was discombobulated at best. It had been so long since she had woken up in that bed. Shawn had promised to be there in the morning when she woke up, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she heard the familiarly soft sound of his guitar in the living room.

It didn’t take long for Shawn’s eyes to find you. When they did, his face broke into a soft smile.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he said gently. “How did you sleep?”

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tameodesza · 1 year

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Househusband AU Headcanon 2: Spicy Edition 🥵

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a/n: Contemplated posting this or another regular HC, but it’s what the people deserve

Top/bottom dynamics

💍 Bret always tops, but he’s not opposed to bottoming. He’s done it once in his life in his younger years, but he was inexperienced then, and it was rushed and uncomfortable 💍 But although the experience wasn’t great, he wouldn’t hesitate to do it for Shawn. 💍 Shawn’s not interested at all in topping though 💍 “It’s too much work” was always Shawn’s complaint. 💍 Which Bret thought was ironic since Shawn did most of the work in the bedroom anyways as a power bottom – riding Bret into oblivion, constantly switching positions, telling Bret to fuck him harder, faster, or slower (whichever would get him to cum quicker)

Who usually initiates sex?

💍 Shawn…no shocker. 💍 He blames Bret for leaving him home alone for extended periods of time 💍 Bret sometimes has to forcefully detach himself from Shawn after returning home to an eager Shawn who was ready to jump his bones 💍 “Let me at least get my shoes off” was Bret’s desperate plea one evening when Shawn latched himself onto the older man, devouring him as soon as he walked through the front door 💍 “You can take them off after we have sex!”

What’s their sex life like?

💍 Their sex life has evolved vastly over the years 💍 Initially, Bret and Shawn had very opposite preferences in the bedroom, and it took some time to find common ground 💍 Bret’s more of a tender lover. He gives gentle touches and loves praising Shawn, especially when the younger man’s sucking his dick – saying how good of a job Shawn’s doing, how beautiful Shawn looks with his dick in his mouth, encouragingly caressing and petting Shawn on the head to continue 💍 Shawn loved every minute of it. Bret’s praises and affection served as a confidence booster that Bret liked what he was doing 💍 Bret doesn’t like making Shawn feel owned, like he doesn’t have a choice, like he’s a piece of property 💍 Shawn usually appreciates the sentiment. He really does. But when it comes to sex, he’s quite the opposite. He likes being dominated, feeling possessed …maybe even being slapped around a little. 💍 Before getting with Bret, Shawn was used to quick, rough, and some may even say aggressive sex. It was what he expected. So it was quite the culture shock for him when Bret voiced his reluctance. 💍 Bret’s discovery of Shawn’s kink came at the most inopportune time – while he was balls deep inside of Shawn. He’d admittedly been a little rougher than usual (being on the road for months without your husband will do that to a man) and when he happened to look down, seeing tears pooling in Shawn’s eyes, he immediately stopped in concern 💍 However, he soon learned that was the opposite of what Shawn wanted:

“Why’d you stop” Shawn asked, borderline whining, as he attempted to grind his hips up against Bret

Bret forcefully held Shawn’s hips in place as he said incredulously “You’re crying”

Shawn let out a breathy laugh before saying, “That’s because you’re fucking me so good. Keep going”

💍 Bret’s random display of aggression gave into Shawn’s desires, the younger man being driven to tears, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure he was experiencing 💍 But it was hard for Bret to see it that way. He thought he was hurting Shawn and that Shawn was just too nice to say so. 💍 They had to have a long talk about it. Shawn explaining that he’s kind of into that sort of stuff, Bret saying it worries him and he doesn’t find pleasure in harming Shawn. If anything, it was a turn off. 💍 After Shawn explained that it didn’t harm him, that it was doing quite the opposite, Bret became more open to exploring what satisfied Shawn. “As long as I’m not choking you, we’re good,” Bret said jokingly. Unbeknownst to him, Shawn sadly crossed off choking from his list of fun bedroom activities 💍 It was hard for Bret to get there initially. He didn’t think pain and sex should be in the same category. But once he saw how much of a turn on it was for Shawn, he slowly began letting his guard down – gripping Shawn harder, tugging at his hair, saying Shawn belongs to him. 💍 Still a bit vanilla compared to Shawn’s standards, but Shawn appreciated the effort 💍 That’s not to say they have any problems getting each other off. Shawn’s experienced some of the most intense orgasms under Bret’s doing, nearly screaming as he cums 💍 And surprisingly to Shawn, many of those moments were when Bret wasn’t being rough. Bret puts in a lot of care and takes a slow and steady approach to sex. It’s a lot of build up to the big moment which makes Shawn anticipate it even more, his intense orgasms to show for it. 💍 But Shawn can bring out Bret’s wild side. There are a few tricks he does purposely with the goal of bringing out Bret’s aggression or frustration – like blowing Bret up until the point he’s about to cum, just to pull off at the last second depriving him of an orgasm. That was usually enough motivation for Bret to plow into the younger man, much to Shawn’s delight 💍 Things are a lot better now for the two. Years of dating and being married helped Bret better understand Shawn’s desires, and Shawn better understand Bret’s limitations.

Favorite position

💍 Face down, ass up for Shawn. He loves how much control it gives Bret to do whatever he wants with his body, Shawn taking it with no hesitation. 💍 Selfishly, it’s also his favorite position because it’s one where Bret tends to be the most aggressive, especially when nearing his end, causing him to grip Shawn’s hips bruisingly tighter as he quickens his pace. 💍 Bret’s favorite position is missionary. Not as exciting as Shawn’s, but the position gives Bret the best view of his husband. 💍 He thinks Shawn looks the most beautiful like this, face screwed up in pleasure, sweat beaming down his temples, arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders, begging Bret for more. It feels more intimate. Plus it gives him better access to kiss Shawn whenever he wants

Turn ons

💍 Shawn’s belly ring is a big turn on for Bret. He still couldn’t believe the man got it while he was away. It was quite a sight to see when Shawn was riding his dick 💍 Bret’s also turned on by Shawn’s heart tattoo on his right ass cheek, which he gets a good view of in Shawn’s favorite position 🤭 💍 Bret’s big, calloused hands were a turn on for Shawn simply because it allowed Bret to get a good grip on him, especially when pounding into Shawn from behind. 💍 They also fit nicely on Shawn’s ass cheeks, guiding him up and down as he rides Bret cock. 💍 Bret’s fingers were also pretty girthy and made fingering Shawn an enjoyable experience

Have they ever gotten caught in the act?

💍 Yes. By Owen. Twice. (poor guy) 💍 The first time was when Owen didn’t know Shawn was in town for a house show and he walked into his shared hotel room with Bret, screaming in horror when his eyes laid upon the scene. 💍 Luckily for him, Bret and Shawn were under the covers and the lights were off except for the bedside lamp, so he didn’t see anything. But boy did he wish he were deaf so he could get the sound of Shawn’s moans and his brother’s grunts out of his head 💍 However, he wasn’t so lucky the second time, this time being in his shared locker room with Bret. Owen’s since vowed that he’s scarred for life after opening the door to see Shawn bent over, getting his back blown out by Bret right next to his very own locker! 💍 Owen now makes sure to knock on their locker room or hotel room door before entering. 💍 Basically, it’s safe to assume that if both men are out of sight, they’re probably having sex.

Extras:

💍 Shawn has a horrible gag reflex. It legitimately bums him out because it makes deep throating Bret nearly impossible. And it doesn’t make Bret worry any less about him when he nearly chokes on his cock

💍 They eventually had to come up with a safe word because apparently to Shawn, his pleas of “stop” or “I can’t take it anymore” means keep going.

💍 Bret’s injuries sometimes disrupts their bedroom activities

Injured knee? Welp, it’s gonna be harder to do doggy style.

Broken nose? Looks like Shawn’s not getting his dick sucked.

And the infamous “You injured your hand? Who's gonna jerk me off?!” to which Bret promptly reminded Shawn that he could do that himself

#divider cr: @cafekitsune #househusband!au #headcanon #shawn michaels #bret hart #hartbreak #bret hart x shawn michaels #wwf #alternate universe #back to studying for my exam 🤡

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sleepy-achilles · 1 year

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The Undertaker head canons.

I showed a lot of self-control while writing this. I might write a more magical one.

My fictional head canons about the Undertaker family:

Mother's name: Mary Elizabeth Russell

Dad's name: Eoghan (Owen) O'Mara

They eloped because her parents didn't approve of their relationship, and he was Irish. Parents thought she was dating below her station.

(Seriously marrying someone who Irish- catholic was not done 80 years ago in England trust me)

They sailed to America, landed in New York and ended up in California because holy crap New England was cold.

Owen got a job as a carpenter and Mary taught piano. Eventually they were both hired by the local church and funeral home.

(Mary wrote several letters to her parents and siblings. Only her younger sister, Julie wrote back in secret. Owen was an orphan)

Eventually they bought the funeral home.

Ten years passed and finally Mary had a boy who inherited her red hair and his father's hazel eyes.

They named him….I don't know, you figure it out… 😜

He had a normal childhood. On his 6th birthday asked for a baby brother and lo and behold Kane came along 11 months later.

(Paul was working at the funeral home. No I'm not explaining how he fathered Kane.. just no)

Five years later..

Owen and Mary confronted Paul about him stealing money, a fight ensued and a candle was knocked over, setting the funeral home on fire. Owen, Mary and Kane died in the fire.

Paul blamed the Undertaker for setting the fire. Paul also gained custody of the Undertaker.

Paul hid Kane from the world.

The Undertaker withdrew into himself and went through the motions of living. He was not charged with setting the fire because he was too young.

Paul never lets the Undertaker forget that killed his parents and Kane.

Paul started using magic to experiment on the Undertaker. The Undertaker didn't care. He tore the Undertaker soul into pieces and put the remains in the urn.

Undertaker started wrestling as a way to make money and take out his anger on the world and eventually got signed by the WWF.

He met Shawn Michaels and his soul started to wake up.

I do always love the different storylines everyone gives taker because let's face it we ain't got enough.

I like it.

I might do my own one for shawn and taker if people even care.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker

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blametheeditor · 1 year

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5 Times Grant Pulled A Dad

1st Time

NOT FOR EVERYONE

Run Down: Don’t ask him how it happened.

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of verbal disagreement, yelling. Mentions of being ignored.

To make up for the Jeremy

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The sound of a door slamming shut went unnoticed for a short amount of time.

By now, he’s gotten used to the sound. If not from his previous job where you claw at each other’s throat trying to get to the newest client first before shutting your office door angrily when you lost, then from slowly learning the habits of those who work at Joey Drew Studios.

The accountant sighs as he thinks about all the reasons why this one sounded particularly loud. Wally pulling a prank. Norman accidentally kicking it closed too harshly. Sammy announcing his frustration.

But before he can stand up from his desk to investigate and ensure no one’s going to kill each other, he catches movement in the corner of his eye. It causes him to hesitate, looking over the wall of miniscule stairs with just as equally small doors dotting multiple landings designed for those who stand no taller than three inches tall. Ones that have gone completely untouched ever since he started working as the studio accountant. Yet Grant finds himself blinking at the sight of someone darting down them as fast as possible.

Out of everything he was expecting, his coworkers invading his office wasn’t among them.

Being the only giant employee has its perks. When it comes to drama and trying to blame someone for something, he’s always left out of it. Despite how much it was emphasized by the others on how much Joey bothers them, his employer has not once come to demand for something and therefore distract him from the mountain of paperwork that has done nothing but steadily grow. Not to mention the legendary pranks he’s heard numerous stories are yet to be done with him as the target.

That doesn’t mean he isn’t silently grateful when one of the doors is left open after a weekly meeting in which Grant has been apart of, but from his desk while the rest are gathered in a common area just out of sight. Finds himself listening with curiosity as Henry gets roped into someone’s project. Feels a smile tug at his lips when Shawn starts ranting. Leans back to enjoy Susie’s recording sessions when a song is being sung behind an entire orchestra.

When offered a position as the studio’s accountant, he had been told most of his coworkers would be human, not all. It had been promised there’d be accommodations for his stature, not a single room. There had been numerous assurances no one would mind a giant being hired, not that they weren’t informed whatsoever.

The others truly hadn’t minded the fact their newest coworker stood over two hundred feet tall. That certainly didn’t mean they felt the same way interacting with him.

Grant has found the routine in being asked for advice, but from a distance where he can never make out the requestor's expressions. Is respected and will grab Joey when needed, but always from the safety of walls much to small for his hand to fit through. Someone will always greet him in the morning by opening a door and waving, but never walking into the giant’s territory.

So why was Henry passing the last doorway back into the human side of the studio without so much as a glance, looking as if he fully intends to reach the bottom of the stairs.

One’s that end on the floor to Grant’s office.

“Ross?”

The teenager startles, hands frantically grabbing at the rails to ensure he doesn’t tumble down hard wood stairs and wind up breaking his leg, bruising a rib, possibly pitch over the side.

Grant nearly stands up to grab the miniscule figure before he gets hurt. The sheepish smile aimed upwards keeps him in his chair. “H-Hey, Cohen. Didn’t, uh, see ya there.”

The giant can’t help giving an unimpressed look. “Any reason why I wouldn’t be here?”

In the only space in the entire studio he could be. It’s not like he can shrink down to make a cup of coffee in the main break room.

“Well, er.” Henry winces as he carefully stands up instead of staying in his nearly-falling position before suddenly brightening up as he points at the man accusingly. “Why would you be! It’s 5 o’clock, meaning you should be clocked out and heading home!”

Grant glances at the time, a wave of exhaustion washing over him at the realization it is 5. Yet he has at least an hour left of cleaning financial reports before he’ll be able to leave. It doesn’t help that, despite everything being an utter mess, Joey still continues to spend at the budget he set long ago. A budget that multiple meetings have stated isn’t feasible.

But what would he know? He’s only the accountant.

“As much as I’d love to, there will be no clocking out until I’ve found a proper stopping point.” Less he have to restart May all the way from the beginning tomorrow and waste half a day’s work.

“Oh,” Henry murmurs.

That’s when Grant notices how...reserved the teenager is. They haven’t interacted much, but he’s heard the talented animator’s laugh and taunts as clear as day despite the closed door. Has heard Sammy’s fond grumbles of having such a rambunctious thing wondering through the halls without supervision. It only gets worse when he teams up with Wally and all hell breaks loose.

He’s come to imagine Henry Ross as a confident kid who teases everyone he comes across. Grant actually saw the personality not even a moment ago.

Now it’s gone, leaving him with a human unsure what to do.

...looking like he just got caught.

“What did you do?”

“Who? Me? Cohen, that’s a question for Franks,” Henry grins. It doesn’t falter even with a disbelieving headshake as papers that would be impossible for him to hold are carefully straightened.

“I think it’s a question for whoever sprinted into my office as if he was being chased.”

Grant’s eyes harden as Henry flinches. “That obvious, huh?”

A million questions run through his mind. Unsure what would be better. What would be worst. All he knows is that if the kid was truly in danger, he doesn’t mind using the fact he is the only giant employee to his advantage.

“I got upset at Drew,” suddenly erups. And then Henry’s hands are gesturing as he marches down the last couple flights of stairs. “I’ve been begging for help with animation, ya know? I’m quick, but he’s been decreasing the amount of time to get a reel done, so then he wants me to stay longer, and then gets mad because that means more pay, but I’m not some magical being who can get the fucking cells done within seconds!”

Grant leans forward in order to see the figure finally reach the floor. But instead of stopping, his footsteps march right toward the desk. Unafraid despite the fact he’s gone out of sight with nothing but a voice telling the being who could crush him beneath a shoe where he is.

“So I tried to talk to him, and he got upset so I got upset. I shouldn’t have but I couldn’t stop myself from yelling.”

Henry makes it past the desk, finally back in line of sight. Yet the human continues to approach him despite the shadow being cast.

“And then...and then Sammy joined in because we were being loud. He was upset at both of us, so I started to feel gained up on, until finally I just ran off before they could tell me to stay.”

The teenager huffs as he stands with his arms crossed. Looking as if the tension in his shoulders finally left. Aims a thoughtful expression up at attentive blue eyes almost directly above.

“I know it ain’t fair doing it especially because I started it. I just get overwhelmed, so when the thought of escaping comes I just take it. Ya won’t tell Drew I hide in here, will ya?”

That’s when Grant realizes he’s supposed to speak. When an incredibly fragile being marched his way up to a catastrophic giant despite never showing any signs of having interacted with the larger counterparts before. After pouring his heart out about something that’s clearly weighted heavily on him for a while and needing to feel supported when those he looks up to most aren’t helping.

“You hide in my office?”

Grant can’t help but feel indignant at the fact his space has apparently been invaded before. A bit terrified at the fact he could’ve walked in on a previous morning and not known a human was sitting only inches away from getting crushed.

Henry bites his lip. Looks away in shame. “...yes.”

The teenager certainly wasn’t expecting a hand to carefully sweep him up going based on the terrified scream. But while none of them have met a giant, Grant has certainly met his own fair share of humans. Is well trained in the art of keeping them safe while giving them what they want and yet he’s not distracted.

Another shriek erupts as Henry is carefully dropped into his button up’s chest pocket.

“New rule. You can come in here whenever you’d like, but not when I’m not here, and not without telling me.”

Grant grabs his long forgotten pen before glancing down at his companion staring up at him in awe. “I-I can?”

“I don’t mind you being in here,” the accountant mumbles. He scowls when it becomes clear he lost his place. Hopefully he won’t have to backtrack too far... “I just have to know where you are.”

He pauses as his pocket is kicked at until Henry finally rights himself in order to stand up. “You’re the best Cohen!”

“Mhmm.”

“Even if you are a bit scary.”

Henry ducks down before a look can be aimed toward him. Unfortunately, being in a pocket means a finger poking him in retaliation can’t be fled from. “Only when teenagers have snuck into my office.

“You never have to be scared of me, though.”

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vicea · 3 years

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dream merch discord recap (june 12, 2021) - disclaimer: i may have missed some things or mistakenly heard other things, apologies in advanced for that!

he has not played the new minecraft update

dream “knows” the date george is coming to florida but he’s not saying it :p

dream doesn’t have anyone muted on twitter

dream guesses his favorite disney princess is belle

sapnap has seen dream’s feet before

he’s not actually connor’s dad in the dsmp lore

dreamnap do not have nicknames for each other D:

dream likes olives but especially black olives

his mother makes homemade pickles

he doesn’t have a phone case

he has dropped his phone from his ear onto concrete in the parking lot before and the screen didn’t crack

dream has six fingers /j

he pours cereal first not milk when making cereal

dream calls sapnap nick most of the time :D

what’s your dream car? “idk the one that gets me to point A to point B consistently”

he finally fixed his sleep schedule, woke up at 8 am today

mrbeast owes dream a tesla because he never sent dream the audio file

dream is a very analytical person - he thinks with numbers/data

creativity is one his strengths that he is the most proud of

3 to 4 years ago, dream used to say george looks like shawn mendes a lot, now he doesn’t resemble him as much

patches is currently sleeping <3

swimming is very relaxing to dream, he swam the other day!

many houses in florida have pools than other places, even the cheapest houses in orlando have pools

dream has merchendise defects (misprints on merch) + milestone merch and he wants to give them away to those who live in orlando (probably to anyone but the event will be held in orlando) though he doesn’t want it to be a covid super-spreader thing so once you pick up your item you gotta dip. just all an idea though

he has been donating them to charity too though :)

dream has likely read Heroes of Olympus before a long time ago

he says that he’ll do a give away of his childhood books with his signature on it

he was obsessed with the series (Percy Jackson)

he really liked the Alex Rider series

has all of Maximum Ride books, 39 clues books

has read the legend series, the twilight series, and the maze runner

has all/read of the harry potter books, divergent, eragon

he would read all the time, to the point he would read more than one book a day (a book worm he says)

dream had a goal to read 200 books in a year and he wind up reading about 150

he doesn’t want to call it a library but- growing up he had something like that that had 600 or 700 or more books in it (privileged he admits it)

he has not read a book since he started youtube (about 2 years)

dream has a folder called Book that has his own writing in it

word count: 76000 words for one of his stories

another one he wrote 5 chapters of

he sounds very excited/embarrassed talking about the stories he wrote he’s so endearing

the very first paragraph of one of his stories (he was young when he wrote this) “What exactly is darkness? is it the lack of light? is it a pit of nothingness? ... your mind is full of darkness...” then he couldn’t continue.

the story is about a kid who wakes up in a cell and has no idea where he is with other people who are in the same situation

dream has a world building document

he has a sequel to the first book he has ever written

he found a query letter that he wrote because he wanted to get his book published- he finds it very funny

he’s calling himself a nerd but idk it’s kind of endearing

“as you can tell i’ve always been incredibly cool and not a nerd at all! ever.”

he cringes at his own old videos

dream took a lot of inspiration from witches and wizards by james patterson for writing

the story is written in a way where the main character is actually writing the story so you’re getting input from the main character during it. there’s a lot of sarcasm in it and it’s making dream laugh

very first person narrator

he feels like it’d be very cool if he were to publish his works he wrote when he was 16 on amazon or something but he probably never would because he’d have to read through all of it and it’s just embarrassing for him

dream used to video call sapnap fairly frequently- even before youtube

he strictly remembers, a very long time (at least 7 to 9 years) ago he was at his old childhood house he video called sapnap. he was wearing a (technically) suit and he remembers specifically that he was giving sap a tour...

“snazzy in a suit”

he had no reason to put on the suit (wow time is a flat circle huh)

drista is pretty close to sapnap’s height, she’s like 5′7″ but sap is still taller than her

dream filmed the whole thing when he and sapnap met but... it’s... gone because when he was clipping that one clip for twitter... it edited the whole video

he’s sure when they meet up with george they will film that too :D

DREAM IS PRETTY SURE THAT HE AND GEORGE WILL MEET THIS YEAR-- HE SAYS A 95% CERTAINTITY the five percent is like either restrictions or visa issues

dream does not play any instruments but he had a guitar hanging on his wall when he was younger...

dream is convinced they’re the same height but also sapnap is probably taller??

they had george compare his height to a door frame and dreamnap were googling for any doorframes to find any possible chance that george is taller than 5′8″ ... nothing came up

there’s a chance they’re both lying about being 5′8″

sap and george will literally just show up in stilts to prove they’re taller than each other /j

dream without shoes is between 6′2″ and 6′3″ with shoes he’s 6′3.5″

dream is talking about awesamdude’s fake height arc again LOL

dreamnap are very private people so they don’t bother each other but george doesn’t care and would just barge into their rooms and start bothering them- they were all joking about that over a voice call

he will visit europe

he thinks that greece would be a cool place to visit because sapnap’s family is from there :) so it’ll be like a nice “treat” to go back with sap :D

dream isn’t entirely sure that the dream team meet up will happen this year but he’s working out the details because he wants to make sure it’s safe

he’s talking to youtube about his face reveal

it’s up to george if he wants to eat healthy when they finally move in

dream just has a lot of meat and vegetables in his house

spinach with chicken is good

not much fruit (only apples and tomatoes)

“DRISTA IS 5″ is trending on twitter LOL (her height got cut off)

dream doesn’t want people flying to different places because he doesn’t want to encourage travel so he wants to do all of the meet ups with a two day heads up at most

he thinks that it’s awesome that ranboo and tubbo are meeting soon !! :D

it’s very cool to dream to see how far everyone’s has come since the beginning of the dsmp. everyone has done so much

dream finalized his youtube plan a couple weeks before he uploaded his video and he was talking to drista about how he was gonna be a big youtuber in a parking lot :”)

she was the first person he really ever talked to about it

dream would love to teach george how to drive it’d be really funny :D (a very good video or a livestream idea)

dream knows how to ride a bike, he used to have to bike to school

he can’t explain dnf.gay he has no clue he is not responsible. sapnap was the one who found it LOL. he is adamantly exclaiming that it was not him

dream doesn’t worry about views/likes/dislikes a lot- mainly views but that’s for the new uploads

he hasn’t uploaded in like a month and a half (*cries*)

he wants to stream at some point but he doesn’t know when

he wants to play geoguessr but not now... he doesn’t want to alt stream rn- maybe tomorrow!

he is insisting that the splash text on his minecraft home screen is by callahan

he asked callahan to send him bunch of text files that are dream team related so that the splash can rotate through it but callahan thought it was funny (it is) to put only dreamnotfound <3 so it doesn’t ever change at all and dream doesn’t even know how to change and he has asked callahan to change it but he said no (even though dream pays him LMAO)

the video referenced in the padilla’s video is still in the works, it might be handed over to sapnap though !

he has no idea if he will be in MCC pride yet

padilla got dream’s input for the video, dream found him to be a very nice guy ! :) it’s the first interview that dream did that wasn’t by a person with a negative opinion of dream

dream felt relaxed doing the interview with padilla

?????? he’s blaming callahan for his “dnfisreal” nickname in bedwars

he’s blaming callahan for a lot of dnf-related stuff

callahan runs the dream fanart account thus the liking of dnf content

he’s so insistent that it was callahan

dream admits that he was lying about the twitter and other stuff but for sure callahan did code the splash text in LOL

dream liking that tweet “the chances of george doing a hot tub stream is the same of dnf dating” was “funny” he wasnt trying to do any commentary...

the inside joke of “oh it’s all just a joke to you” originates from george and sapnap actually always fighting (like them yelling and shouting at each other) and george said something really mean and sapnap was hurt then geroge said “it was just a joke” and sapnap replied with that line and ever since then it’s been a meme LOL

he says that everyone does the hand-on-the-passenger-seat-while-reversing thing

dream is offline raiding with his chat with 6k people

dream appreciates us and will talk to us soon!

#dreamwastaken #dreamblr #long post #really long post xd #summary #not really a summary... literally just everything he said #merch discord

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vannybarber · 3 years

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The Prenup: Part Three

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two

After Chris' little sob moment, he got his shit together and went back to where his family was. There was no way he was going to get you back crying like a baby when he was at fault. He needed to fix this, but you had to be on board in order first

He sits back on the couch, his mother and siblings not even realizing he entered the room, for they were having their own squabble. Scott's voice being the loudest out of everyone of course.

He sees his phone and goes to grab it. Carly notices him and speaks up.

"Chris is there anywhere you think she could be? Any place you guys have gone that's sentimental or something?" She's trying her best, but it wasn't enough. For all Chris knew, you could've been in numerous places. Everywhere you went was special.

When you both aren't working, you're on an adventure after another. You both loved to explore and were the perfect partners for each other to do it. You guys had traveled everywhere.

"I have no idea. I really fucked up and I don't even know where to begin to fix this" he breathes out, voice wavering gradually at every word. "Why do I always do this?"

It's Lisa's turn to speak up. "Do what?"

"Why do I always sabotage everything good in my life? Specifically love. It's like whenever it gets too good to be true, I back away. This time, I decided to wait four years to mess this up."

"Chris," Shanna calls. "You have a good woman." She pauses. "A great woman. She has put up with your shit and gave up so much to be with you. That's exactly what you wanted. Someone to really prove their love for you and she did that. You cannot go back on that now."

"Look how that's going." Scott doesn't fail to add a snarky remark.

"Scott I'm not going to tell you again. Quit it." Lisa barks and pops the back of his head. Scott goes silent.

"Okay but what if I messed up for good this time?" He looks up and straight at Shanna. "I have never seen her like this. I don't think anyone has ever hurt her this bad before." And he was right. You'd never experienced this much emotional pain before and the love of your life is to blame.

"Well you don't know that unless you find out. You can't just sit around here and feel sorry for yourself because believe it or not, you have no reason to." Shanna is completely right. Now it was up to Chris. But first he needed to figure out where you were.

He grabs his phone and goes to your contact. He finds you and clicks. All your info pops up and he debates on whether he should call or message. As he's deciding, his eyes wander lower to the location box. He sees your icon on the map.

His mouth opens, but nothing leaves it. Your location was on. It had been on the entire freaking time.

"Chris what's wrong?" Lisa walks over and the kids perk up.

"Y/N's location has been on all this time. I can see where she is now!" He clicks your icon and waits for it to load. A little hope has risen inside of him. One step closer.

"Well this is good. Now you can go to her. I just hope she doesn't want to kill you when she sees you." Shanna scratches the back of her neck because she knows what you're capable of.

Last year, your sister's boyfriend was messing around with your cousin's girlfriend and it got exposed at the dinner table infront of everyone.

Chris and his family had been invited and everything was going great. But then one of your other cousins decided to start some mess and pointed out how it was so strange that they were so close and always hung out together. They weren't wrong either.

Turns out they've been hooking up behind their backs for a while and all hell broke loose. Your sister and cousin are both very sensitive people. Their feelings get hurt fast and this absolutely tore them to pieces. That pissed you off and you went straight for the girlfriend. Then you went for the boyfriend but only got a kick to the spleen before Chris snatched you up.

She went to the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. The boyfriend had pain in his spleen for weeks on end. You apologized to the Evans' for your riveting hospitality, but Scott backed you up and stated that 'you did what you had to do'.

From that day forward, they did not get on your bad side. But you'd never hurt them. You had a great relationship with all of them. Something rare with in-laws. But not the Evans'.

Your location finally loaded and you were pinned at the Liberty, almost an hour from where you guys lived. Chris didn't even need to ask himself why you were so far away. He knew why.

"Okay I found her. She's at a hotel about about an hour away. Who knows what she'll do next, so I need to go right now." He moves to get his jacket and shoes. Slipping them on he grabs his keys and heads out the door, yelling an 'I'll be back soon' just before closing it.

Pregnant, tired, once again and alone. This should not be the case. You should be at home with your fianceé discussing how you'd break the news to your families about your new addition. But instead, there you are eating Domino's and binge watching the first and only season of a new show you found to get your mind off of things.

Its about a district attorney who's son had been found as a suspect for the murder of his schoolmate. What didn't help was the fact that the father, Andy Barber, looked almost identical to Chris. And the way Andy would interact with his son had you thinking about how he would react to your little surprise.

Would he be happy? Would it be too much for him? Seeing that you guys had just now got engaged after 4 years, you didn't see him too excited to add a baby in just yet. You hadn't even gotten married. Not to mention you just pushed that off the table.

You got your mind racing again, so you turned off the show and just sat quietly, succumbing to your thoughts. First, you guys needed to solve your problem before you tell him anything of the current events. Should you call him and tell him to come over? How were you gonna approach him?

Staying mad was off the table as soon as you saw the pregnancy results. You had to be mature for your new family. That meant pushing aside your anger and solving this prenup issue. Then you'd tell him about the baby. You just needed the chance.

And your chance had arrived when Chris pulled up to the parking lot of the hotel. Your icon was still at the location. He rushed to get out and inside, heading to the front desk.

"Hi! Is a Y/N Y/LN checked in here?" His fingers tap the counter in anticipation. The clerk is taken aback but checks the computer infront of him anyway.

"Uh, no sir there isn't anyone here by that name." The clerk shook his head and looked back up at him. Chris sighs and thinks. An idea comes to his head. It doesn't sound reasonable, but he had to at least try it.

"Okay um..how about a Y/N Evans?" The clerk looks back at the computer and types.

"Yes! There's a Y/N Evans in room 263 on the 3rd floor." Chris' heart leaped. You used his last name. After all that went down, you still went by his last name. He was gaining hope by the minute.

"She's my fianceé. Is there a way I could have a key to her room? It's super important" he begged.

"Well we're not allowed to give room keys out randomly. It's policy. But I could call up to confirm with Ms. Evans, if you'd like?" Chris accepted the offer, but not before correctly the clerk to calling you Mrs. Evans.

You jump slightly when you hear the phone ring. You stretch your arm and pick it up from the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mrs Evans! I have a-"

There was a pause before he continued,

"Mr. Evans down here at the lobby that wants to see you. Should I send him up?"

You swear in that exact moment all the saliva in your mouth dried up and your mouth was sealed shut. He had found you and and wanted to see you. But how? Anyways, you had to face him sooner or later. You freaking live together and you can't stay at that hotel forever.

"Mrs. Evans? Are you alright?" You snap out of your immobile state and clear your throat.

"Um..yes. You can send him up." You scold yourself for not putting up a bigger fight. But what for? It would only make shit worse than it already was.

"Alright ma'am. He'll be up shortly."

"Okay thank you." You quickly slam the phone on the receiver and let your body hit the mattress. Well, there's no turning back now.

You don't know how long you were laying there, but it couldn't have been long because you heard a knock at the door. You shoot up and stare at it.

Another knock.

"Y/N?"

You move your body towards the door taking a deep breath. You can do this Y/N. Get it together. This is Chris for goodness sake.

You turn the knob and pull the door back, Chris coming into view staring right back at you.

"Hi baby."

pls- this dramatic ass ending 😭 this was gonna be the last part, but dialogue/ just kept coming at me as I was writing 🥴.

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Invisible String | Werewolf AU | Raul Mendes

Raul is a werewolf and his mate turned out not only to be human, but his best friend's little sister. And as much as he tried, he could not ignore that invisible string tying her to him.

Hello hello! This is a bit of an experimental thing and I'm really excited about it, I've always been highly interested in everything about alternative universe and fantasy in general, and ever since I received the first ask to write a werewolf piece I've been wanting to do it but also a bit nervous. So hopefully this meets your expectations and you guys like it! Let me know if this was any good and if you guys would like to see something else like this!

*Word Count: 8K+;

*Warnings: a few curse words, a little angsty (i guess), minor drinking;

*Posted: March 28th, 2021.

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Raul felt like life liked playing sick little tricks on him.

Like the fact that werewolves had a very strict hierarchy and normally it worked nicely. The Alphas are the ones in charge and responsible for keeping the pack safe and in order. Betas normally were kind of the strength of the pack, trained to listen and do whatever the pack needed and physically skilled to fight off anyone. And the Omegas were the glue to all of it, the sweet and naturally more caring ones, and it was an ancient thing that was followed to this day. Until Raul and his twin brothers were all born Alphas. It was hard informing the pack that they’re all going to be the Alphas of their pack. And since normally it was only allowed one wolf to claim that position, it was harder to make older ones respect their decision and actually accept, but at the end of the day, they didn’t have much of a choice. The Alpha genes ran in the Mendes family for generations and thankfully their dynamic was actually great and the triplets formed a great group of wolves.

And that was just an example of the things Raul blames on fate or whatever for making his like a bit more difficult. But maybe the hardest one was having mated with not only a human, but his Beta’s younger sister. His best friend’s and right hand’s sister, one of the only girls that was off limits had to be his mate.

And it wasn’t even his choice. Mating is a common thing between werewolves and other creatures, often seen as a blessing, a reason to celebrate. It’s similar to what most people have as a soulmate. It’s two souls that were meant to be together and are deeply connected to the other. Sometimes it’s harder to notice, it can take a few years and sometimes it’s almost instantaneous, and it can’t be undone or ignored. And even though sometimes it can be denied by one of the sides, according to the ones who’ve been through it, it’s an awfully painful experience. Some even go as far as describing having a piece of you being pulled out of your heart.

It also doesn’t have to be necessarily tied to a romantic relationship, you can simply be friends with them for the rest of your lives, even though it doesn’t happen most of the time. Most of the time it isn’t even something to think about, it just feels natural, you feel whole when you’re around that person, they’re meant to be your other half and normally it just clicks. And when you grow up surrounded by wolves, it’s normally a beautiful connection to witness. Raul always found their parents relationship amazing, and deep down longed for a similar deep relationship with someone, finding his mate and falling in love. He just didn’t expect it to happen the way it did.

It was over four years ago and he was running a bit late to Mike’s, his best friend, nineteenth birthday he was having at his parents’ house. Raul got caught up sorting through some pack stuff and when he was finally done with it, he was already half an hour late and it was outside their little secluded “neighborhood” in the wooded area. It was a bit far from the town so the wolves wouldn’t have a problem with the humans since their existence was still a secret. Only very few and selected humans knew about them. So it was best for everybody if they built their little community on the woods just beside the town, and keep their presence among humans only when seen necessary.

Mike’s father, who is a werewolf, fell in love with a human (Mike’s mom) and they decided to move into town to be closer to her job since she was a nurse and needed to be near the hospital in case of an emergency. And when Mike was born a wolf, they decided that he was going to be raised like his dad was in the wolf community and would make his decision in joining it or not when he was older. And he did choose the pack life since it felt more natural to him. But Y/N, his younger sister, was actually born a human and was raised by his parents like any human kid, and she was never taken to their community since she was three years younger than her brother and Mike was very protective over her, not knowing how his pack would treat her or react to her.

So when Raul parked his car right outside the address that was sent to him and ringed the bell, he wasn’t expecting to be met with his mate. But there she was, Y/N stood with the door open as her eyes widened the slightest bit and he was sure he wasn’t breathing. He felt like he was floating and her sweet scent of something like Roses and Strawberries was all he could feel. All his other senses were clouded by her presence just a few inches away from him. He didn’t know how to react or what to say, and for the first time in his life he was completely speechless. Raul was normally a very socially skilled person, he was good at talking to people and reading someone’s expressions like a book, always had a sharp answer at the tip of his tongue and knew what to do at most situations, but Y/N caught him off guard.

She seemed a bit confused as well. Her mouth slightly a gape as she held to the wooden doorframe. Y/N was really happy she was finally meeting all of her brother’s friends and getting to know a bit more of this part of his life she was deprived of. And she was a bit shocked to notice how big and strong all of his friends were, specially Shawn and Peter, who Mike explained to be the Alphas. They were also incredibly nice to her, she suspects it was her brother’s doing since every time they would say something or curse, they would always look at Mike first. But when the doorbell rang again, she knew it was Raul, he was the only one missing and they knew he was late due to “pack stuff” as they explained. She felt a bit jittery and basically ran to the door from the spot she was sitting next to it on her phone, wanting to get to know her brother’s best friend for a while now. But she wasn’t prepared to meet him.

Sure, he was identical to his twins, but there was something different about him that hit her hard. Of course, he had more tattoos and a few more piercings, he looked a bit rougher in the edges with his leather jacket and wild golden eyes, but there was something that wasn’t about his appearance that took her breath away. And suddenly she didn’t know what to do, they’re both stuck in their place staring at each other. And even though her mind was screaming at her to stop being awkward, invite him in and actually act like a decent being, Y/N couldn’t move a muscle, and he’s probably thinking she’s an idiot and too polite to invite himself in. And in the middle of her internal turmoil, he regained some self control for the sake of both of them.

Raul cleared his throat shaking his head a bit “Hi, I’m Raul, you must be Y/N” he said and she swore she melted at the sound of his voice “it’s really nice finally meeting you”

He offered his hand to her to which she swiftly grabbed, feeling his warmth seeping throughout her palm, his fingers curling around her much smaller ones. He had a beautiful design tattooed on the back of his hand and she got a little lost in it.

Y/N sighed relief he broke the awkward moment and looked up back at him, trying to control her thoughts “Yeah, that’s me, nice to meet you too, would you like to come in?”

Raul smiled as he let go of her hand a bit reluctantly “sure” was all he said as he stepped in closer to her, being hit with a fresh wave of her sweet scent, forcing him to take a deep breath.

“The boys are outside in case you’re wondering” she said placing a strand of hair that fell out of her little updo behind her ear.

Raul held back the urge to do it himself “Oh, so they annoyed you into staying in the living room?”

“No no” her eyes almost budged out of their socket “I was just- I was just waiting for you since I knew you were running late and they’re all talking, so I didn’t want to intrude and I-“

“Y/N it’s just a joke” he said through a chuckle as he saw her face flushing “relax a bit, honey”

Y/N giggled softly as she closed the door “I’m sorry, I-“

“Hey, dude!” Mike called from across the room, making their heads snap towards him “how’s everything back home?”

“All settled” Raul said taking a step closer to his Beta “just arrived actually”

“Oh, so you met my little sister” and even though it seemed like a normal sentence, Raul knew Mike and knew his posture like the back of his hand, he knew this was a reminder of the conversation they had back home about staying away from her.

“Yeah, she opened the door for me” he said and from his peripheral he saw Y/N nodding confirming his line.

“I see, the guys are outside, let’s go grab a burger for you” Mike said patting him on the shoulder and dragging him away from the front door where Y/N seemed to be frozen in place.

Raul remembers vividly every little second of that night. Remembers how he decided he should keep his distance for the sake of his friendship and for Y/N herself. She was only sixteen when they met and she is human, which means the bond isn’t too strong for her, specially at first glance, and dating a werewolf was hard. He lived far into the woods and didn’t necessarily mingle with people in town, who were probably her friends and she wasn’t raised with his type, so maybe it would be too much for her. And Raul’s sure Mike wouldn’t be happy about it, at least not now where they first met and she’s that young. So he kept his distance, only talking to her when extremely necessary.

And that was a pattern he kept for the remaining four years of their limited interactions (which he intended keeping that way).

As older as Y/N got, the closest she got with the pack. She was always close to Mike, but since she was young she wasn’t allowed to walk or drive alone to the community, but as soon as she was old enough she was always around on the weekends and important dates. And she was just lovely, so everyone adored her, always wanting to have her around for monthly movie nights and even going as far as inviting her to spend the night. Raul couldn’t really blame anyone for wanting her around, he did too, but he couldn’t, so he didn’t say a thing about it. And he knew he made her hesitant on accepting those invitations, cause at every attempt she ever made to get closer to him, he shut her off. And he could see Y/N was hurt, but it was for the best.

He even tried dating someone else for a while and he noticed Y/N didn’t like it even the tiniest bit. The girl he was dating was a Beta that was temporarily living with them as her pack solved something around the area, and she was nice. But it didn’t last long, she was only staying for a few months, and on the day she left, there was a barbecue in celebration to one of the older wolves and of course Y/N was there. Raul was late since he was taking his ex to the airport, and Y/N didn’t even look at him when he stepped into the little location they were all settled. He found the act odd but didn’t say a word, only walking towards his brother’s and Mike who were laughing probably about something dumb one of them said. Raul spent a few minutes with them, but he kept looking over his shoulder where Y/N was sat, noticing after an hour she was missing and he instantly started trying to find her.

He dismissed his friends as he walked into the pack house, trying to clear his senses to track her in case she was hurt (since she was a bit wobbly on her feet already), but only to be met with her staring at her phone while sitting on the couch with a huge pout set on her lips. Raul was about to turn and leave when Y/N looked up, noticing his presence and he swears his heart stopped at that moment. She had tears filling her eyes and her lips were trembling slightly, a deep frown set on her brows.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be here” she mumbled sniffling softly “I just needed to clear my head a bit”

Raul nodded with softer eyes as he walked closer to her “it’s okay, are you hurt? Are you in pain?”

Y/N shook her head “I honestly don’t know why I’m so upset, I didn’t even drink that much or anything, I just-“ she sighed heavily and looked up at the celling.

“Tired?” Raul offered gently and she nodded her head slowly “want me to drive you home?”

“No, please, just go enjoy the night, isn’t Samantha here?” she said as he sat down beside her, still keeping some distance.

“We broke up, she left today” was all he said and she looked up at him with wide eyes, but before she could start apologizing, he just pressed his hand to her knee gently “it’s okay, it wasn’t anything serious, no need to apologize, sweetheart”

“I- okay”

“Still wanna stay?” he pressed gently “I can still take you home”

“No, it’s okay, I was supposed to spend the night anyway” she shrugged.

“Wanna go upstairs and take a nap?” was all he asked and she shook her head.

“The thing is I was supposed to stay at Stacy’s room tonight, but her boyfriend showed up, so I guess I got the living room” she explained “which is totally okay, and I don’t want to seem ungrateful, I know you don’t like me much, and I don’t want to make things worse”

And at that his heart shattered “wait, what?”

“Oh no, I really don’t mind, I can call a cab too, I can leave in twenty minutes too, I’m sorry I-“ she started breathing a bit heavily as he picked up her heart racing more than usual.

Raul shook his head, turning on the couch to face her better “No, it’s not that, I’m not mad at you or anything, I just- who said I don’t like you?”

“I- no one” she opened her mouth a few times before closing it until she said something that shattered his heart in a billion pieces “no one, it’s just something I’ve noticed throughout the years”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N sighed deeply as she glanced down at her lap, fidgeting the bracelet she always wore, which Raul caught on a long time ago to be a nervous habit “I know you get uncomfortable when I’m around and Mike told me it was probably something about you not being used to have humans around, and I totally get it, it’s just sometimes it seems like my presence is enough to put you in a sour mood and I don’t think it’s because I’m human or anything, and I shouldn’t be saying this to you, I’m sorry”

Raul took a deep breath as he squeezed her knee gently and seeing her relax a bit at his touch “stop apologizing for everything, you did nothing wrong, sweetheart, well, besides assuming I disliked you”

“Oh” was all she managed out as her brain ran a million mile per hour.

Y/N has had a crush on him for years now, ever since the first time they met. He was the literal description of her type, but the dreamy part ended there. Of course Raul was always polite and never made anything to directly hurt her, but he kept pushing her away and avoiding her like the plague, and maybe it was all in her head, but he didn’t seem like that whenever he was around others. And that did nothing to help her case. She knew nothing would ever happen between them, he made it pretty obvious he wasn’t attracted to her, but she’d like to try and be friends with him but even that didn’t seem to interest him. And it wasn’t his fault, she didn’t even knew the reason as to why she felt the need to have him around, but she just did. So Y/N just lost hope after all the attempts to make him like her, but he was always so distant and it still affected her after all this years.

In the other hand, Y/N had no idea how hard it was to push her away. Raul was certain she knew exactly what to do to get to his heart, she had to. Every little thing she did made his heart flutter and she was just so good at having people wrapped around her fingers that she made her way through all of his friends lives. He thought they were mates at first glance, her scent was a great clue, but as they got to know each other better, even indirectly, just made him sure of it. Y/N meant much more than what he thought was possible, seeing her stressed over school stuff or sad about whatever reason was enough to put him in panic, not knowing how to keep his distance and stop her from hurting. And all his cold exterior wasn’t necessarily his choice, he knew Mike confessed he hoped his sister would not get with an Alpha, that meant she would have to give up a few things in her life and that would herself in danger for having Raul’s scent all over her. And Mike also told him he would do whatever he could to avoid that to keep her safe.

So he did it for her, to keep her safe from the problems that came along with living in a pack, dating a werewolf and being a human. But it was getting harder, and tonight he decided to ignore it, that she needed him more than she needed to stay away from him. And that’s what pushed him to wrap his fingers around her wrist, making her look up at him

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” he offered in a lower voice “maybe it will help you clear your head a bit” and Y/N seemed a bit shook, looking up at him with wide eyes and she nodded slowly.

Raul smiled fondly at her as he got up with her following him up the stairs to the little movie room the pack out together for movie nights. They sat down side by side as he offered her to pick something for them, then Raul proceeded to reach for a fluffy blanket that was thrown on the corner of the sofa. When he turned back to her she still looked a bit lost, so he offered to put on a show he knew was her favorite, and she just nodded in response. Y/N was too nervous to do anything wrong that would push him back into being his closed off distant self, and she knew she looked ridiculous all tense and barely breathing by his side.

Raul noticed her stiffness right away and decided to turn off the lights hoping this would make her relax even a little bit. And as the episode progressed he noticed she was getting more and more loose. An hour later, in the middle of the second episode, he felt her leaning closer to him, probably searching for a bit more warmth, so he lifted his arm to rest on the back of the couch and to make room for her in case she wanted. It only took a couple more minutes for her to be basically leaning most of her weight on him, and when her arm slipped, she fell mostly laying on his chest. And as soon as Y/N was ready to start apologizing, Raul shushed her softly, asking her to relax and pulling the covers up both of their bodies, and so she did.

He didn’t notice he was falling asleep until he woke up many hours later with the sound of voices downstairs from his brothers. Raul looked down at his chest to find Y/N cuddled to him, sound asleep as his arm wrapped around her waist held her still. He took a deep breath and almost chose not to wake her and just go back to sleep, to deal with the stiffness due to the sitting position he held and the consequences of sleeping there with her in the morning. At least until he heard the door cracking open slowly and Shawn’s head popping in.

“Are you two okay?” his brother whispered as he noticed the girl asleep on the couch, and to that Raul nodded in response, afraid to wake her up “take her upstairs to your room, dude, Mike will find out you like her sooner or later and he’ll deal with it, just don’t let her sleep on the couch”

Raul sighed and nodded. Shawn bid his goodnight and closed the door with a soft click. Peter, Shawn and his mom were the only ones to know about his mating situation, and he liked it better that way. They tried convincing him to tell her at least, but they understood that maybe it wasn’t the right time just yet and let him decide what to do with his feelings.

So he ended up taking his brothers suggestion and as gently as he could, he rearranged the girl in his arms to he could carry her upstairs to his bedroom. Y/N grumbled softly in protest, nuzzling her face further on his neck as she quieted down. Raul had to stop himself from cooing at her. As he walked out into the bright hallway she mumbled something unintelligible before calling his name.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here, it’s just me” he whispered as they walked into his room, before placing a kiss to her hair, gently lowering her to his mattress.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes “Raul? I’m sorry, I fell asleep on you” she mumbled quietly.

“It’s okay, just thought a bed would be a better place for you to sleep other than the couch” he said standing up to his full height and bringing the covers up her body “that’s why I brought you to my room”

“Thank you” she said grabbing his hand and he just nodded at her with a gentle grin on his lips “why are you up?”

“I’m going to crash downstairs on the movie room” he stated caressing the back of her hand with his thumb and she started shaking her hand.

Her hold on him tightened “No, not a chance, I’m not taking you out of your bed for you to sleep on the couch, please stay here with me, please”

And how could he possibly say no to her looking so sleepy and so sweet?

He breathed a chuckle with a nod “just let me change first, do you need a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt instead of what you’re wearing?”

“Yes please” she murmured feeling a bit embarrassed for making him do all of this for her.

And as if he could read his mind “Don’t look at me as if you’re being a headache, yeah? It’s okay, sweetheart, let me just grab you some clothes” he squeezed her hand before letting go of it in favor of picking up what he promised.

He came back from his closet in only a pair of sweats and a thin white t-shirt, a similar paring folded in his hands for her. She got up to change on his bathroom as he climbed on his bed, trying to contain the excitement of the prospect of having the girl he’s been fond of for over two years, the possible love of his life. Y/N quickly returned in his clothes, following suit and diving under the covers, laying on her side away from him as he stayed on his back, trying to control his breathing after turning off the lights. A few minutes passed and he’s sure she was asleep, the room dark enough so he could only see the silhouette of her body by the faint glow of the moon seeping through his curtains. But then he heard the soft rustle of his sheets as she turned to face him, and he only turned his face on the pillow to properly look at her.

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered almost as if she was afraid to break the comfortable silence that fell over them.

Raul hummed in response “anything you want” his voice a soft and raspy tone, making her shiver slightly.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” her voice barely audible as if she was nervous to ask, or maybe the answer frightened her more.

“You don’t have to worry about it, you should just rest for now” was his response and she sighed in defeat, nodding her head before facing him away again.

The clear defeat on her features, despite the darkness was enough to make him regret his words. So Raul turned on his hand, raising a careful hand to caress her exposed bicep. She flinched at first, not expecting his touch, but quickly relaxing to it as he felt goosebumps raise on her skin. He decided to scoot a bit closer almost as if he were testing the waters and she shuffled closer in response. Soon the hand on her arm slid to wrap her waist gently and Y/N sighed happily in return, finally resting her back on his chest. Raul placed a kiss at the top of her head as she melted under his sweet gesture.

When she was in transition to dreamland, she swears she heard him whisper into her hair, the place he decided to muzzle his face “I’m sorry I made you think I disliked you, Y/N that’s not the case at all” he took a deep breath and she was far to gone to say anything back “You just seemed like you needed me tonight, and I’m sorry if I ever made you think your presence here was unwanted, you’re just too good and I don’t deserve you, sweetheart”

And not knowing if this was true or not, his whispered confessions with that slightly raspy and almost honeyed at the same time voice lulled her completely to sleep.

-*-

In the weeks prior to that event, neither of them said a thing about that night, not even in an indirect way. Raul barely spoke to his brothers about it, but they already knew what happened, and Y/N didn’t feel like telling Mike would be a genius idea, so she decided against it. And to her disappointment things got back to the old normal, at least for the most part. She felt like Raul was a bit more comfortable around her and didn’t try so much to stay away, but it wasn’t like that day, and it still hunts her that she actually caught a small glimpse of what their relationship could be. But it was also taking its tool on him, that night he slept like a baby and allowed himself to daydream that this could’ve been their reality if things were a bit different.

He woke up that morning pretty early as usual, for his perimeter check, but only this time Y/N was sound asleep on his chest, and maybe he stalled a bit to enjoy her sweet scent a bit more before slowly peeling her off of him and gently laying her back down on the pillows. There was only a bit of resistance in form of a whine but she ended up pulling his pillow to her chest before settling down. It was harder than he thought leaving her on his bed as he quickly changed and jogged downstairs to go on his run, but maybe it was better like this, this way he could run and put his head at ease and actually come up with his next moves. So that’s what Raul did, but as soon as he was back on the house, already in two feet only, she was already wake and preparing something in the kitchen as she chatted with Peter.

Raul leaned on the doorway as he watched her, back on the clothes from last night, talking about her next college project as his brother sipped on his coffee mug, so he cleared his throat not to scare her as he walked in “good morning”

“Morning, Raul, can you keep her company as she eats her breakfast? I actually need to run to Sam’s house to pick up some stuff before he leaves for work” Peter asked, a knowing look on his face as Raul just shrugged it off “thanks, got to go, Y/N, good luck with that sheet!” his brother said before leaving the kitchen completely.

“Hi” she said, eyes trained on the eggs she was making as he stood beside her, his hip leaning on the kitchen counter “would you like some?”

“Sure” he said looking around the room “did you sleep well?”

Y/N’s body visibly stiffened as she cleared her throat before answering “yeah, thank you about last night, by the way”

Raul nodded before changing the subject and seeing her relax at that, knowing it was for the best, mentally deleting the speech he came up with. And that’s where the whole conversation died.

-*-

Months later Raul found himself in an equally as hard situation.

Y/N was spending the weekend at the pack house that was a bit more empty than usual, since a few of the wolves (including Mike) decided to go on a little getaway to run from the cold that was arriving sooner than expected, and since her parents were out of town, his best friend asked if she could stay with them so Y/N wouldn’t be all by herself for four days during the possibility of a storm that was estimated for that weekend. And of course they couldn’t deny it, specially since she was very sweet and everyone loved her.

And tonight was the second night of her in the house and Raul was pacing back and forth on his room, probably about to open a hole on the floor from pacing too much, but he didn’t know what to do. She was downstairs on the living room working on some sort of paper for college and he decided he was going to bed, but as soon as he reached his room, the storm that was expected to happen finally arrived and he literally heard her heart rate speeding up exponentially, but didn’t know how to approach her or even if he should. However, when he heard her curse under her breath when a lightning lit up the whole house he knew he could not do nothing, so he opened the door to his room and basically ran down the stairs.

As Raul reached the bottom of the stairs, he identified Y/N to be the little ball wrapped up in a fluffy blanket in the middle of the couch. He took a deep breath before carefully walking towards her, he tried making enough noise so she wouldn’t get caught off guard but not enough to disturb her. But as soon as he reached the side of the couch she looked up at him with wide teared eyes from the little cocoon of blankets she was. Raul physically stopped himself from cooing at her and pulling her to his lap.

Y/N gave him a little sad laugh as she rubbed her eyes harshly “I’m sorry we always end up meeting like this, I must seem like an idiot, right?”

Raul shook his head sitting down beside her “You’re not an idiot, what’s making you so upset?”

She took a deep breath before answering “I guess I’m just tired, and this paper is a bit harder than I thought and I’m actually a bit afraid of storms, and this is all stupid and I-“

“Hey, it’s not stupid, it’s stressful and it’s okay, no one really like storms, they’re dangerous and pretty scary”

“Sure, when you’re five” she said playfully rolling her eyes as he chuckled softly.

“Oh, darling, you know that’s not true”

“Are you scared of storms?” she asked with an arched brow.

“No”

“See?”

Raul chuckled as he shook his head “you’re really something, aren’t you?”

Y/N shrugged as she saved the document before moving to the book she was using as reference “Why are you up if you’re not scared then?”

“You are”

Y/N turned her head in his direction “Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you up”

“You didn’t, I just knew you were afraid and decided to come check on you” he said already regretting admitting to it.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you didn’t have to come though, I’m a big girl, I can take it”

Raul gave her his signature lopsided smile that she had only seen a few times directed to her, making her insides a bit toastier than before “I know you can, sweetheart, just didn’t want you to be alone if I could come down and try to help”

“Yeah, that’s the Alpha spirit, right?” and with that sentence Raul rested his head on the back of the sofa with a laugh.

“Maybe” Raul turned his head to face her, deciding he was going to ignore the whole ‘pushing her away’ speech, at least for a moment “I was thinking that maybe we should make some hot chocolates if you want to finish this paper tonight”

“Are you serious?” Y/N had to confirm she wasn’t going mad and that he was actually willingly wanting to spend some time with her.

“Of course I’m serious, you can’t joke about stuff like this”

“What? Hot chocolate?” she asked holding back a laugh.

“Well obviously” he pushed himself up from the couch, relieved to see she seemed distracted enough to forget about the whole weather outside “I’m aces in the kitchen”

Raul offered her his hand and she smiled at him shaking her head before closing her computer and pushing it aside, taking his outstretched hand and letting him pull her up carefully “well, how did I just find that out?”

“Because I’m normally too tired and busy most of the time to actually make a meal”

She noticed he didn’t let go of her, and she wasn’t going to be the one to do it or point that out “oh yeah, being the Alpha and bossing everyone around must take a lot of your time and energy”

Raul chuckled as he walked her to the kitchen, letting go of her hand against his will in favor of grabbing the ingredients “Mike’s a bad influence, I bet his the one who told you that”

“You certainly didn’t, we barely talk at all” and as soon as the words left her mouth she regretted it.

Raul was with his back facing her as he sorted through the stuff to prepare their drinks, and she was ready to start apologizing, afraid he was going to push her out all over again. Why did she have to go and say something like that? As much as the mood between them was playful, mostly cause he was trying to distract her and she knew it, but it was light and fun, she had to say such thing and ruin it. Sometimes things felt so natural with him that she just forgets that they aren’t that close. But before she could freak out and start spitting strings of ‘I’m sorry’ he did something Y/N wasn’t expecting. Raul started laughing out loud, turning to face her and she ended up laughing as well, maybe out of nervousness or out of relief, either way she laughed.

“I deserved that” he pointed out “but I guess that will have to change since you have such a distorted vision of the Alpha role”

“I wouldn’t particularly mind” she added softly, in hopes he wouldn’t pay much attention to it, but again, Raul was, apparently, a little box of surprises.

“Me neither, darling” he said before turning on the stove.

Y/N felt heat rising up her chest to her face and decided to clear her throat before changing subjects “Who taught you how to cook? Shawn’s a mess in the kitchen, Peter’s good but I know he took lessons”

“I guess I just learned from watching my mom, when I was little I used to spend a lot of my time in the kitchen with her whenever she was using it, my grandma too, and I guess I somehow absorbed that”

“Oh, they’re good?” Y/N took a tentative step closer to him, eager to learn about him and taking the opportunity of his sudden interest in spending time with her to milk all the information she could.

“My mom’s good, but my nan is just fantastic, she told me she used to sit on the counter by her father and watch him, and I guess I did the same”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to do the same cause my kitchen experience resumes to making toast, sandwiches and eggs” she said and he looked at her from the corner of his eye as if he was pondering.

“Then do it, I don’t mind a little audience” he said and she giggled, hoping on the counter beside where he stood.

And that’s how they spent most of their night, with light chatter and a bit of healthy teasing going around and they were ecstatic about it. Y/N felt like she was finally able to relax after all the stress and she felt weirdly complete, almost as if before she was missing a piece. And Raul, he was over the fucking moon and already regretting keeping her away for that long, avoiding every type of contact with her and he was almost telling Mike to piss himself and ignoring all this stupid made up rules he made. He sat down by Y/N’s side as he helped her finish her paper and he was actually able to, finishing it in less than twenty minutes, so they just sat down side by side talking about random stuff, until he noticed she was starting to get sleepier and sleepier with every passing minute.

“You should go to bed, sweetheart” he pointed as she was basically leaning her weight on his side, not that he minded, but they got really close really fast

“Already trying to get rid of me?” she joked and he laughed despite being afraid that was something she actually believed in, and maybe that’s what drove him to ask her what he did next.

“Never, and if you’re still a bit nervous about the rain you can sleep in my room, I can always take the couch”

“I can’t kick you out of your bed” she said looking up at him

“You’re not kicking me out, I’m inviting you and offering to stay elsewhere”

Y/N shook her head “I don’t mind sharing if you do”

Raul didn’t expect it, but he also wasn’t mad about it “If you really don’t mind, then yeah”

“Okay, I’m ready for bed if you are” she said grabbing her stuff.

Raul nodded as he helped her to carry her school material up to his room, which he placed on top of his dresser before turning around to face her standing awkwardly in the middle of his bedroom.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, nothing I just-“ she mumbled as he chuckled.

Raul stopped by the end of his bed “I can still take the couch if you’re uncomfortable”

“It’s not that, you don’t make me uncomfortable” she said as she walked up to him “I don’t know what it is, I just feel safe around you, is it weird?”

Raul was not expecting it as he looked down at her “No, not at all, you can climb on the bed, darling” he offered as he did the same on his side.

She ended up taking up on his offer and laying down on the other side, pulling the covers up her body “you can be really sweet when you want to, you know?” she mumbled softly after a while, after the lights were already off and the only source of light in the room was coming from the lamp on his bedside table.

Raul said turning to face her, only to find Y/N already on her side facing him “Don’t think many think the same”

Y/N laughed and shook her head “guess you’re just good at pretending you’re this big bad Alpha when you’re just a big softie”

Raul laughed throwing his head back and she couldn’t stop herself from admiring the sound, his neck and his beautiful face, looking a lot more soft than normally.

“I really like your laugh” she blurted out before she could think.

His laugh was cut short when he realized her words and he smiled at her “I like yours, wish I could hear it more often”

“Well, it’s not really hard to get me to laugh”

Raul smiled at her “yeah, hm- I wanted to apologize”

“For what?” she asked, genuine curiosity shining on her eyes.

“For being a dick to you, for such a long time, there’s not an excuse for that, as much as I tried to come up with one” he finally admitted running his hands through his curls.

Y/N bit her lower lip as she looked at him “you’re never a dick to me, you’re a bit closed off, yeah, but never a dick, you never made me feel uncomfortable or anything like that, and ever since that night where you made it clear you didn’t dislike me, a few things started making more sense to me”

“Like what?” it was his turn to get confused.

She sighed heavily “I thought for a very long time you just hated my guts or didn’t want me near for being a human or an outsider, but then you said it wasn’t the case and you were so sweet to me that night, and the morning after, and ever since that day, even though you weren’t necessarily cuddling with me and being around me all the time, you were slowly opening up, spending more time around me when I was here and at first I was confused, but then yesterday I was talking to Peter and he may or may not have told me this was something to do with Mike”

“What?” Raul almost sat up, but he didn’t want her to stop talking, so he held back his impulse and just kept laying down.

“And I also talked to my mom about it, very recently, and she said my dad had a similar reaction to her when he found out they’re mates… I’m not implying anything, and I can be totally wrong about it, but I thought about it for a second and I swear it made sense, it explained why I felt so drawn to you since I first laid eyes on you” she admitted, coiling into herself a bit.

Raul was completely taken back, not knowing what to do or what to say, not expecting her to come into realization and not knowing how to proceed, that until she mumbled a soft “please say something, anything, just don’t shut me off again”

“No, darling, it’s not that, I’m sorry” he said reaching for her hand as grabbing it in his “I’m just speechless, I- you feel it too?”

“Is it true?”

“I- yes” he sighed in relief.

“You’re my mate?! Or I’m yours, I’m sorry, I don’t know how this works” she giggled nervously.

Raul couldn’t stop his smile to blossom on his lips as he nodded his head what felt like a thousand times “whatever you want, I don’t mind”

“So what does that mean now?” she said shuffling closer to him.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, I know your brother wouldn’t appreciate the idea and I don’t want to hurt you or cause any pain, darling, I just want what’s best for you” Raul said squeezing her hand gently.

“You could never hurt me, and I don’t honestly care about what Mike thinks right now” she said placing a hand on his chest “what do you want?”

“Honestly?” he asked and she nodded eagerly, which made him chuckle “you, in any way you’ll have me, but I also don’t want to rush you into anything, this works differently for me since I’m a wolf”

“Yeah, I know how sensitive you guys can be” she joked and he laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead “but I want you, I feel the pull to have you near me almost as a need”

“I know, sweetheart, I feel the same way” Raul admitted pulling her closer by her waist “just don’t want to skip any steps with you, but I kept you away long enough”

Y/N nodded tipping her head back to look at his beautiful face better, their noses brushing due to the proximity “agreed, but I still want you close”

“We’re already close, darling” he breathed a chuckled and she shook her head.

“Are you afraid of kissing me? What are you? Twelve?” she teased and he laughed, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Of course not” he whispered leaning a bit closer.

“Then what’s taking you so long?”

“Bossy little thing” he teased one more time before closing the space between them in a gentle kiss.

Y/N tangled her fingers in his wild curls as he cupped her jaw carefully, afraid that if he squeezed her even a tiniest bit she was going to disappear. But his gentle touches soon turned into a bit more urgent ones and she pulled his hair, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. Raul tighten his hand on her waist, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it to him softly before lessening the sting with a swipe of his tongue. And unfortunately Y/N had to pull away too soon for her liking due to her stupid lungs needing oxygen. Raul leaned in to press a bunch of soft, barely there, kisses all over her face.

She giggled a bit breathlessly as she murmured “Mike will murder me when he finds out”

“Shh, we can worry about that when he’s back, he’ll have to get over it eventually”

Y/N giggled before leaning in for one more kiss.

“Okay, love, we really should sleep, and then tomorrow I can maybe take you on a date if you want” he said pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before resting his forehead on hers.

Y/N smiled up at him “Or we can have a little movie marathon here and you’ll make me dinner”

Raul laughed “you’re a mean one, you know that?”

“Why?”

“Because you know I can’t say no to you” he said and she smiled at him.

“Good boy, you’re such a good puppy” Y/N teased and he laughed.

Raul shook his head “okay, it’s definitely time for you to go to bed”

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Enter the Deadman - Heartbreak Hotel AU PT.2

Howdy folks! Got a much shorter one today but it’s plot important (woo!)! Had a lot of fun writing this. Not much to say right now but please do send an ask or DM with your thoughts if you’d like! Ao3 link above the cut, full fic below it!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/37191925

Shawn must’ve done something horribly wrong to end up here. At least, it seemed that way to him. He didn’t actually remember much from before becoming the proprietor of the Heartbreak Hotel. There wasn’t much to remember though, was there? That was always the thought that came across his mind when he tried to, and it quelled him. He looked out beyond the empty parking lot. It was horrible. It was lonely.

It wouldn’t be long before someone pulled up, needing a place to stay and a bed they wanted to share. It was almost always that way. They’d stay, and they’d stay, and they’d stay until Shawn satisfied them, and then they’d leave and almost never come back. Shawn didn’t mind the having sex, it was the lack of any other connection that pulled him apart and threatened to leave him in pieces. No one asked him why he was out here by himself or how he felt or even how his day was going. If they did, it was smalltalk. It didn’t really matter to them how he was. Or even, who he was. He’d heard countless names of other lovers when having sex. Not every single patron did that, but enough did that Shawn knew he didn’t matter to them.

Sometimes he felt like he only had himself to blame. After all, he played it all up. The sexy guy running the front desk, selling you a honeymoon suite and showing up practically naked in your bed. He had his part in the fantasy of the hotel. He enjoyed the attention. The way he took people’s breaths away, how irresistible he was. It was the only thing the hotel provided him with that mattered. And lately, it was getting stale.

So that was it. He just had to have done something absolutely awful to be stuck here. Leaning his chin into his palm, Shawn sighed. Only if he could remember what it was…

'Hearse With a Curse' played on low volume as The Undertaker drove through what seemed like a barren highway. He hummed along under his breath, always glad to only be in the company of himself and himself alone. He knew that no one would let him live this down if they ever saw it. After all, it was a little silly to be playing a song about a hearse while driving one. The undead mortician simply couldn’t travel on his bike today, he had too much to carry with him. No complaints from him either though, he was more than happy to pop in a Best of Halloween Music CD and drive.

The other nice thing about driving was that the undead spirits trapped on this plane of existence didn’t really have the ability to catch up to him to bother him. It didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the waves of energy from the restless spirits that populated the world. Or moreso, not being able to. It felt like the air went quiet, as he passed some kind of transitional barrier.

The hearse came to a stop in front of a large neon sign, blinking at him against the peeking sun rising in the distance. It read “Heartbreak Hotel”, in front of a heart with an arrow shot through it. The deadman stepped out of his vehicle slowly, feet stepping onto the cracked asphalt under him. Everything felt very off to him. There wasn’t the presence of a single soul, dead or alive. Not even that there was something far off in the distance but rather, nothing at all. Curious, The Undertaker stepped back into his hearse to follow down the road ahead of him. There was nothing for what felt like miles, as he drove. It seemed as if wherever this was, it couldn’t decide what it wanted to do with him. It could return him or it could lead him to the intended destination. Or, he mused, it might simply choose to trap him. He took the time to switch out CDs, decidedly putting in another 'Best of' album, this time opting for outlaw country. The road took him for another trip, the sky above him never changing. Finally, after what was about twenty minutes according to how many songs played, a building came into view. From it’s appearance, it seemed like your standard affair motel. Nothing particularly spectacular. In fact, it looked so much like any other motel it seemed to stand out even more because of it. He pulled into the empty parking lot, sitting and letting the engine idle for a moment before stepping out again. The building looked abandoned if not for the obvious upkeep on the exterior and surrounding area.

With heavy footsteps, he walked up the stairs to the wooden deck where the front office was. The door creaked ever so slightly as he pushed it open. He had almost expected the door to be locked. The inside again, felt like any other motel. Which meant it felt far too cramped for the almost seven foot deadman. There was a quiet groan of displeasure at the carpeted floors and wooden paneled walls. The seventies should’ve stayed in the seventies. He walked to the front desk, noting the small silver desk bell. There was a presence of something in the front office, but The Undertaker wasn’t sure what it was. It was a presence that felt halfway between dead and alive, but without actually being either. Despite the unknown nature of what he might face, The Undertaker didn’t feel a sense of danger. Although it took a lot for him to express anything he did feel most of the time. He gingerly pressed down on the button of the bell, a sharp ring filling the air, followed by the sound of shuffling somewhere in a back office. He waited as someone came around front. A handsome man, who looked a bit disgruntled by the disturbance for a moment before registering what was standing before him. A flash of shock before the blonde composed himself.

“Well hello there tall, dark, and handsome. Looking for a room?” The motel worker leaned forward on the wooden counter, sizing him up. From his name tag, it seemed that this was ‘Shawn.’

“I am not.” The Undertaker was unphased by the flirting. Instead he focused on trying to assess the man in front of him. If he could even consider him a man, or a spirit, or if he was an entity he had never met before entirely.

Shawn clearly didn’t expect that answer, frowning in response. “Oh.” There was a brief moment as the two looked at each other, before Shawn straightened up. “Well…is there anything I can help you with then?”

The feeling of displeasure was something far more than just what Shawn was feeling. It was akin to the feeling of air pressure dropping before a heavy rainfall. Now that made The Undertaker feel uneasy.

“…I can book a room to rest for a while.” This warranted some kind of investigation. The Undertaker removed his hat, holding it by his side. “How much would a room cost me.”

Shawn looked confused again, but somewhat more pleased now. “W-Well, that’s great! We only have the honeymoon suite available, but it’ll only be 50 bucks.”

“...I see. That room will do then.” He nodded, reaching for his wallet. “...Are there others who work here?”

“Huh?”

“You said ‘we.’ Do other people work here?”

Shawn shifted uncomfortably. “Uh. No. It’s just me.”

“I see.”

“...”

The two exchanged eye contact for quite the while, before The Undertaker resumed taking out the cash needed for the room. “I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable somehow. Your establishment is quite out of the way.”

“Uh. I guess it is.”

“I did not mean to drive here. It was not letting me leave, however.”

Shawn’s eyes widened. “What? Wait you…” His voice lowered into a whisper, as if the walls had ears, “...you could tell that it was trapping you?”

“Yes.”

"I don't get it! How?"

"..." The Undertaker was clearly thinking his answer over. "I am myself, undead. I feel the divides between the living and the dead, no soul can escape my perception. However…this place feels somewhere that is between both realms but at the same time… it feels as if it exists in its own reality.”

Shawn was listening intently. The Undertaker had kept a steady gaze on him, watching as his eyes filled up with tears. It seemed to take him a moment to realize he had been crying.

“Oh,” Shawn wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “God, I’m so sorry. I just…” He sniffled, looking down at the counter. “I’ve never had anyone really acknowledge how awful and weird this place is. It’s…a trap. Just for me but it’s a trap. I don’t even know why I’m here, you know? I can’t even remember anything before being here. If I had a family, a childhood, friends…I know what those things are but I just don’t think I have them. I don’t think I’m even a person.” His voice choked every few words, barely able to keep his composition. “Isn’t that kind of pathetic?”

The Undertaker let out a deep sigh, before reaching a hand over and placing it over one of Shawn’s. He slowly grasped Shawn’s, squeezing it. “It is not pathetic. You are in pain and suffering.” Shawn only nodded in response. “I do not know why you are trapped here. You do have a soul, Shawn. You are a person…I can tell you that much. I do not understand why you are here.”

Shawn could only hum in response, his voice not wanting to come out. He nodded again. Barely, he was able to whisper out a ‘thank you.’

“I will…rest for a night here. I would not wish to burden you with my presence.”

“...No one ever comes back here again after leaving.” Shawn’s voice was hollow. He still found himself unable to look at The Undertaker.

The Undertaker squeezes Shawn’s hand again. “I am certain I will find my way again. I would like for you to be free of his place as much as I would like to understand it. I take it upon myself to help those lost souls in situations where they are trapped… This is a situation I have not come across before, but I shall find a way to do what I must.”

“...Hope is the worst thing you can give a man, you know.” A weak smile came across Shawn’s face, and The Undertaker let out a huff of a laugh.

“It is. I am not asking you to hope, nor would I tell you to have any false hopes. I only ask that you trust me.”

“...” Shawn looked away for a moment, thinking. “Okay.” There was something new in his gaze as he looked into The Undertaker’s eyes. “I will trust you.”

“Thank you.”

“I never caught your name, you know.” Shawn pushed the guestbook towards The Undertaker before turning to grab the room key off the wall behind him.. “I won’t charge you for the room. I can’t really use the money anyway.”

“I do not have a name anymore.” The Undertaker took the pen on the counter, writing in the guestbook. “You may refer to me as The Undertaker.”

Shawn looked over his shoulder. “Do dead men not have names?”

The Undertaker smiled in response. “They do. I simply have abandoned the one that belonged to this body.”

“...Oh.” The blonde placed the key down in front of The Undertaker, before resting his face in his hands as he leaned forward on the counter again. “Huh.”

“Something you and I will always understand is there is more to the world than what most people will ever come to understand.” The Undertaker took the key, and took a step back before tilting his hat down at Shawn. “I shall take my rest. We will meet again, Shawn.”

“...I sure hope so.”

On the road again, The Undertaker’s suspicions were confirmed. It was as if time had not passed once he was able to leave the Heartbreak Hotel. Any indication that time had passed was gone. There was a quiet rage inside of him. As far as he was concerned, whatever Shawn may or may not have done to end up in his position was not for him to judge. There was a soul in distress, unable to rest. It was his job to ensure souls were to put to rest properly. He was going to do his research. He was going to find his way back to Shawn. No matter what, he would help Shawn find some peace.

#shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf fic #wwe fic #heartbreak hotel au #wwf #wwe #d is writing

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wonder (j.a.)

a/n: uhh, yeah so I would like to formally apologise for what you are about to read. I don’t know if I’ll make a pt.2 but if you want one let me know. thanks to the wonderful person who requested this and thank you for your patience. I changed a few things and it’s a little unedited but I really hope you like it!

Summary: Jack tells Y/n he likes her on her birthday.

Song: Wonder by Shawn Mendes

I wonder if I'm being real Do I speak my truth or do I filter how I feel?

“We’re already late! Hurry up!” Corbyn yelled out from the entrance hall of the Seavey residence, ending his third reminder with an irritated slam of the front door.

“I’ll be out in a minute!” Jack shot back quieter. His gaze lingered on Daniel’s wardrobe mirror, clean and reflective of his handsomely dressed figure. Jack sighed as he glanced down at himself, ruffling a hand through his hair.

The day dawned crisp and clear, warm with the light of the sun glaring through fewer clouds than usual. Corbyn strolled across the driveway to meet the rest of the boys - ready and waiting - in the car. No other boy was seen following behind them, indicating another few minutes of waiting to be had.

“It’s a birthday party, we’re not meeting the Queen.” Daniel rolled his eyes.

“It’s not just a birthday party,” Jack declared a moment after, tugging at the narrow collar of his blazer in his hurry to make it to the car. He finally decided this outfit would be the one - all white clothes on, black dress shoes and dark brunette curls left unbound to tumble messily along the breeze as he jogged to Jonah’s open window.

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

“It’s Y/n’s 21st birthday.” He breathed, leaning his elbows on the edge of the window.

“You’re wearing the first outfit you put on,” Zach drawled, slumping back into the passenger’s seat.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jack shrugged, walking across the road to the empty seats in the back. Corbyn and Jack slipped into the back beside Daniel. The air was sticky and humid, only to perish when the air conditioning blasted from the front before they made it out of Daniel’s neighbourhood, wafting cool air with the low hum of constant blowing accompanying it.

I wonder what it's like to be my friends Hope that they don't think I'll forget about them I wonder

While the rest of the boys filled the air with conversation about gifts and birthday festivities, Jack was silent, making his quiet presence known with simple nods and agreements. His mind reeled with thoughts and thoughts of Y/n, unable to still to a peacefulness for the whole car ride. Y/n was always one to make everyone feel comfortable, especially at a party she’d planned herself. But there was something about Y/n’s special day that made Jack’s cheeks flush and heart flutter with even more intensity every moment he thought about it. Maybe this would be the perfect day to tell her?

Y/n never enjoyed all the parties she’d been dragged to by friends at university. The chaos of college students finally letting loose was overwhelming, to say the least. The strobe lights dancing onto the floor and pounding baselines reverberating through intoxicated bodies and infused scents of perfume and cologne laced in the foggy dark air only made Y/n’s loathing for them grow stronger every time she went to one. And when it was time for her own party, Y/n made sure it was everything she envisioned it to be.

Right before I close my eyes The only thing that's on my mind

Including the guys, an invite had been sent to some friends from her classes, one of whom was named James, a friend from her visual arts class. Nothing more. Or at least that’s how Jack liked to think of it. He had no right to be angry, but every time that name rolled off his tongue, it sent a sickening chill down his spine. It all started when Y/n went over to Jack’s place. With her backpack across her back, she let herself into his room casually. Her smile caught Jack’s gaze as he sat behind his keyboard...along with another smile, from a guy he’d never seen before. Y/n had invited him over herself in order for the two boys to ‘get to know each other’. Jack could barely stomach the thought of wiping the grin off her face with any sort of disagreement, so he let them both stay. That night was packed with great conversation and giddy dimpled laughter between them, but not Jack. His mind was so deep in wonder and confusion that he could hardly hear what they were even saying.

“Jack, could you pass that box over there?” Corbyn asked, gesturing towards the wrapped rectangular gift. Jack raised his gaze to Corbyn. Just a friend Jack thought at last, dismissing the rest of his thoughts as he leaned over to grab the present.

Been dreamin' that you feel it too I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

“You got her something?” He gaped, “I thought we all agreed to not get her anything?” His eyes shot back towards the rest of the guys as they stepped out of the car. He noticed their gifts as his eyes roamed down towards the neatly...and some quite messily wrapped gifts in their hands. “So, it’s just me then?” He asked with an annoyed glare. “Great.” He sighed, “no that’s just wonderful.” He corrected, hopping out of the car to show the sarcasm etched in his expression. “I just won’t have anything to give Y/n. This was my one chance to tell her-”

“That’s okay,” Y/n spoke gently behind him. Her sudden words had Jack twirling around slowly to greet her, as if doing so would ease the embarrassment that washed over him. Though, a quick hug from Y/n had him easing back into himself in seconds. Y/n pulled away and glanced at him, “What’d you need to tell me?”

“Uh...um,” Jack’s eyes flickered to the boys, “Happy birthday!” He assured her, leaning back in for a hug, ignoring the boys’ teasing laughter that found its way along the breeze and into his ears.

“Thank you,” Y/n said sweetly.

“And Sydnie wanted me to tell you that she’s sorry she couldn’t make it and happy birthday.”

“Oh,” Y/n grinned, “Well tell her that I’m sad she’s missing out, but she’s still my favourite Avery.” Y/n bit back a smile and watched Jack’s expression morph into an opened mouthed glare.

She broke out into a fit of laughter, cheerful giggles falling between them as Jack stuttered out a “Wow, how could you?” He shook his head disapprovingly.

I wonder why I'm so afraid Of saying something wrong, I never said I was a saint

Y/n’s party was at the park - nothing unexpected for Jack since he knew she loved it so much - and with the help of some friends, the set up was the perfect mix of classy and casual. A long table cut through the grassy field, standing under a silky white sheet, and it was almost like a canopy of flowers were draped across it. The bandmates noticed a few of Y/n’s friends at their spots on the cushions, helping themselves to the platters of fruit and snacks. And even a small tepee stood a small distance away, upholstered with light blue canvas that sheltered Y/n’s sleepy puppy inside. The sun kissed shades of champagne pink and soft beige with its bright rays and the gentle wind allowed the tableware to stay in place without worry of anything toppling over.

The boys wished Y/n a happy birthday while they took their seats, but Jack lingered in front of the narrow table. The way in which he was standing was almost perfect for a photo and Y/n took their fleeting moment of stillness to snap a quick one beside them. Her beaming smile greeted Jack’s gaze from the side. “I can’t believe you did this,” He chuckled breathily.

“Are you doubting my hard work, Jack Avery?” She teased, pocketing her phone.

“No, no, It’s great.” He rushed out.

“Yeah, this is amazing Y/n.” Jonah started, crouched down to pat the lazy puppy. “It's so aesthetic.” He said honestly, sending a wave of light laughter to flourish over the group.

“Well, come on, then. Sit down.” She ushered Jack to sit on one of carefully placed cushions. A familiar boy came breezing towards the low table from behind the low-lying bushes. Y/n looked up at him with a smile, and she gazed back at the boys to introduce him formally. “Oh, and, um” She wobbled onto her feet and stood beside him. “This is James,” she said gently, looking towards the boys with hesitance in her eyes, a smile still on her face.

I wonder, when I cry into my hands I'm conditioned to feel like it makes me less of a man

Jack’s neutral expression faltered into a frown, and he bowed his head towards his dress shoes, blaming it on the fake notification he’d gotten on his phone when Y/n asked him if he was okay. “You two already know each other.” She smiled, settling back into her seat beside James. “Why don’t you tell him about the band?” she proposed. Her jolly gaze towards the other boy practically gave Jack no other choice but to start the conversation.

“Yeah, sure.” He answered calmly.

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And I wonder if someday you'll be by my side And tell me that the world will end up alright I wonder

Jack had counted sixteen people at the park in his head while he talked to James. It was more of a one-sided thing actually - the other boy held forth almost all hour about his own musical experiences - and Jack finally decided to end the conversation with a random excuse, no longer able to hide his hurt with a smile. “Hey, you know what, I actually have to get Y/n’s gift from the car. So, we’ll talk later?” He spoke gently, standing up to make his escape quick and easy.

“Oh, sure. Nice talking to you.” James nodded, letting Jack leave with a smile on his lips. In all honesty, the conversation wasn’t bad enough for him to leave abruptly, but there was just something about the way Y/n lingered close to him as they chatted...the way her eyes roamed over James’ lips as he spoke... the slight twinkle in her eyes kindled with an almost childish nervousness at their close proximity. To the other boys, Jack was always reading too much into things, but this time was quite the opposite, and he swore there were a bunch of signs that something was going on between them.

Right before I close my eyes The only thing that's on my mind

“Six instruments,” Jack started plainly, trudging over to Daniel and Corbyn. Y/n’s 4-month-old golden retriever had made himself comfortable on Daniel’s lap as the pair sat on the grass with a plate of snacks next to them. The mutual laughter falling between them broke with Jack’s voice again, “He plays six instruments.” He sat tiredly on the grass, palms propped up behind him and legs stretched out. “How can I compete with that?” He threw his hands up in exasperation and dropped them to plop a piece of cantaloupe in his mouth.

“Damn, almost as many as me.” Daniel let out an impressed chuckle, glancing over at the tall brunette boy standing next to Y/n. “Maybe he could be our sixth member.” He joked.

Corbyn caught on and continued their teasing, “yeah, his hair is goals.” He laughed.

“So, what, you guys think he’s great too?” Jack looked furiously towards them as he plucked out stands of grass.

Been dreamin' that you feel it too I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

“You don’t?” Corbyn asked between a bite of his watermelon. Daniel eyed him with an envious stare silently. Jack stayed quiet; fingers focused on ripping out small roots from the ground. “Why are we just hearing of this now?”

“I didn’t think it would get to this!” Jack admitted breathily. “I mean, studying together, that’s okay, but coming to her birthday party?”

“...More of a... get-together...” Daniel trailed off quietly.

Jack continued on as if the others were invisible. “I’ve had my heart set on telling her today for weeks now.” He slumped back against the tepee, sharing a swift look with the small blonde puppy that wobbled back into his bed. “I can’t tell her now. Not when he’s here.”

“We come to birthday parties and we’re friends...I don’t get what the problem is. He’s probably just a friend like Y/n said.”

I wonder what it's like I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

“No, look at the way they’re standing. He linked his arm with hers.” Jack didn’t bother acting sly and just pointed towards the almost coupley pair of university students sitting at the picnic table again. Y/n’s arm was indeed linked with James’ as they shared a plate of snacks. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Jack repeated, keeping his gaze on the one individual he thought liked him back. But Jack could see how it mattered to Y/n, she wasn’t pulling away after all. He tried to shake it off and focus back on his group that had now increased with Zach hearing Jack’s gloomy thoughts from a few paces away.

“Why don’t you just go talk to her?” Zach said.

“I can’t,” Jack pouted. “Or else I’d be interrupting whatever that is…” Jack’s quiet last word couldn’t be heard over Jonah’s heavy footsteps pounding across the levelled grass. His panicked expression immediately set Jack into high alert, and he looked towards his friend with the same concerned stricken face.

Right before I close my eyes The only thing that's on my mind

“Okay-I-...” Jonah hunched over with his hands on his thighs as he caught his breath, “I don’t- I-” He stopped trying to speak and let a silence fall over the small group. He cleared his throat. “I wouldn’t usually be this panicked about something like this but, they are like going to. Kiss.” Jonah’s words came out as faint breaths, but Jack understood every word and he shifted his gaze over towards Y/n again. The gap between the two was basically non-existent in Jack’s eyes. James’ hand was on her thigh as they faced each other before it reached up to tuck a strand of Y/n’s sun kissed hair that cascaded down her back. And with Y/n leaning in closer with a smile, their lips were mere seconds away from meeting and stomach’s almost swarming with premature first kiss butterflies. That sight of them together, that moment suspended in time ignited this spark in Jack. It was more than the spark of fondness and adoration for Y/n, it was this weird, stinging mix of hurt and panic that just led him towards the picnic table. The loud stomps coming from the corner had Y/n and James flinching back in fear.

“Hey, okay look Y/n. I know I’m not like this James guy,” Jack rushed out, barely paying a glance towards the other boy as he stepped closer to the frazzled girl sitting cross-legged on the floor. “And I can’t play six instruments and do homework as good as him and I don’t have cool hair,” His voice was fragile as if it could break any second with the chance of his confession being a total disaster, but he went for it. “But I like you… so much Y/n. I always have.”

Been dreamin' that you feel it too I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

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unrequited shawngus u say 👀

o h god. i was full-on sobbing about this last night (like. literally had to get up and blow my nose 🥲).

but like. for background, there’s the 3x02 high school reunion scene with shawn & abigail. but they don’t date afterward, but they remain friends and she’s in sb & they hang out and stuff.

so like. gus confessed his love for shawn at the end/mid s3. and shawn was like “oh bet” and he thought he was in love with gus too after gus told him he loved him he just thought it made sense. like “gus is in love with me so it would make sense if i’m in love with him too. also we’re practically dating anyways.” except he’s not that conscious of that thought process and it’s more like he confused friendship love with romantic love.

so they’re dating for like 3 months. but then something happens where he has to make a choice between abigail and gus (not life or death tho bc, of course, he’d choose his best friend). idk what the plot is, but i’m thinking something like 2x14 of shadowhunters. and it’s something where it’s like whoever you choose is the person you’re truly in love with and there are no loopholes. so shawn like chooses abigail and that’s when he’s aware that he’s wasn’t ever really in love with gus. and it’s obvious to gus at that moment too that shawn’s not in love with him. so they go home and gus is on the verge of tears, and shawn’s still trying to convince himself and gus that he loves gus.

“but i love you.”

“no. you don’t. not the same way i do. you just thought you did.”

and gus is on the verge of breaking down, but he can’t let himself, not in front of shawn. so he’s just silently letting the tears fall down his face. and shawn looks just as broken as he does.

shawn just kind of stops arguing with him because he knows at the bottom of his heart that gus is right. so he just doesn’t say anything for a while, and gus is still there, barely able to look at him, the most devastated look on his face shawn has ever seen, including that night 20 years ago when shawn left him in the dark open road as he rode away on his motorcycle.

finally, shawn just looks up at him and says “i’m sorry,” quiet and broken.

“i know.” gus tries to offer a smile, but he can barely get one out without losing control over his crying.

and it’s not fair. it’s not fair because it hurts. gus finally had him. he’s had what he’s always wanted for a whole 3 months, and those months were more perfect than he’d ever even imagined. but it wasn’t ever real. shawn never actually loved him. it was all a big lie, but gus couldn’t even be mad at shawn, he couldn’t blame him. because shawn was just as caught up in the lie as he was and it wasn’t shawn’s fault. it wasn’t anyone’s fault other than whatever horrible evil bastard was in charge of this stupid miserable universe.

“i think you should go.” his tears are falling faster and with every word spoken, gus’s throat grows tighter, and it’s harder and harder to push the sobs down.

shawn looks back at him, broken himself too, and he can tell just how much gus is losing it. he reaches out, because it’s gus, it’s his best friend and he’s miserable and shawn is always supposed to be there for him and comfort him. “gus-”

“no,” gus’s voice breaks, and he turns slightly away, his arms gripped around his chest, physically trying to hold himself together, and he knows if he loosens his grip at all, all of the pieces will fall and crumble. “please, it’s worse if you’re here.” gus can barely get out words now, and his nose is running, his face soaked with tears, and he knows he looks like a right mess. all he wants is for shawn to hold him and tell him it’s all going to be okay. he wants his best friend there with him as he falls apart, but it’s too hard and it’ll make it all so much worse, because his best friend is the one who broke his heart.

and gus knows shawn. he knows what’s running through his head, and in the last few seconds he has before he completely breaks down, gus uses those moments to reassure himself and shawn that everything will be okay.

“it’s ok. i’ll be okay.” he still hasn’t looked at shawn - he can't. “everything will go back to normal, i promise. you just have to give me a second. i’ll still be here.”

and shawn’s mad, he’s devastated. and above all, he absolutely, 100%, fucking hates himself. he hates that he did this, he hates that he didn’t even know he was doing it. he hates seeing gus, choking on his sobs, breaking down in front of him and he hates that he can’t help him. so all he can do is say “okay.”

gus just nods fast and his breaths quicken, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to hyperventilate soon. his nails dig into his skin, pulling, tugging, desperately trying to get himself to just stop, but he can’t. he hasn’t looked at shawn since they got home - he can’t. he doesn’t look at him as his knees weaken and shake, as he barely whispers out “please,” begging shawn to leave. he doesn’t look at him as he hears shawn slowly, quietly back away, he doesn’t look at him as he feels shawn’s eyes on his face, as he feels them take one last look at him for god knows how long. and he doesn’t look over at shawn as he hears the door close softly. gus closes his eyes as he sinks down to the kitchen floor, and finally lets himself break.

then i think gus takes like a month or two off of psych & shawn, until he’s okay enough to be around him. they text a bit, but in the beginning, gus asks shawn not to reach out. as the weeks pass, gus makes an effort - sends memes, checks in - but it’s vague, not normal, not them. then once gus is okay enough and the ache of missing his best friend is harder to bear than the half-healed cracks in his heart, gus goes back to psych. it’s hard, and it’s different, and the way shawn looks at him is too tender and too filled with pity. gus stops shawn before he can say anything - apologise again for something that’s not even his fault - and gus doesn’t bring it up. he doesn’t mention it at all, and neither does shawn, but only because gus doesn’t want him to.

gus slowly heals, they’re able to go back to normal, but it takes a long time before he’s ready to move on to someone else. but he also knows, he’ll never really fall completely out of love with shawn. a part of gus will always love him. shawn was the love of his life, even if he couldn’t love him back.

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Gym Buddies

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: more fics coming your way, requests are open... anyway this is just a quick little funny drabbble.

Heading down the hotel lobby you saw that the it was still blissfully quiet in the early morning. You then hear your name and turn around to see Brian.

“Hey look who got up earlier than usual.” He said teasingly.

“Same to you.”

“Yeah I blame the jet lag.”

“So what are you planning to do now since it’s still so early.”

“Actually—-“ he was about to continue when Connor suddenly came and said,”Y/N please tell me you’re joining us today.”

“Huh? For what?” You asked

“On Weekdays we hit the gym before rehearsal.” Connor replied

“So you two are literally attach at the hip huh? Roommates and Gym buddies too?”

“Well yeah but it’s really the three of us.” Brian said as he began to walk past you to head where Shawn was.

“Good morning Y/N, care to join? There’s nothing more refreshing than a morning workout.” Shawn says and you nodded your head as a sign of agreement.

“Knew you couldn’t resist! Come on.” Brian said

After a quick change in the locker room, you head down to the hotel’s gym.

“Let’s get some cardio in, so wanna hit the treadmills first?” Connor asked and the three of you agreed.

Soon the four of you mount the treadmills and begin a light jog. “Honestly guys this is just nice, I mean the more the merrier but Y/N I’m curious on why you want to work out this morning?” Brian asked.

“Oh... hmm I just want to look good naked.” You replied causally while all three boys nearly trip and fall hearing your answer.

“Well I guess that’s a good... reason.” Connor said and began spending up his treadmill into a full-out run. And then Shawn and Brian started upping their speed too, keeping pace.

“Yeah you think you think you can top this?” Connor said cockily.

“I won’t have to break a sweat.” Shawn replied

“You guys do have a great form, but get ready losers I’m coming your way.” Brian said meanwhile you also decide to punch the up button on your machine. The tread below blurs you by, your feet was pounding faster and faster.

“You’re on.” You said while putting on your best competitive face.

The four of you run faster and faster until............

“okay,okay! I give up..” Brian said. Followed by Connor saying,” this man is a freak.” He said pointing at Shawn.

“Ha ha Told you I would—-“ As Shawn was about to continue his taunting, he trips and barely catches himself on the treadmill’s rails, leaving only....

“YES I WIN!!” You screamed and all three guys just shook their heads in disbelief.

After an hour or so, the four of you have worked up a sweat and it’s time to shower and get to rehearsal.

“How’d that feel Y/N?” Connor asked and you replied, “that was amazing.”

“I suppose you’ll be joining us regularly now?” Shawn asked as you replied enthusiastically ,”oh yeah definitely I’m so hooked.”

“On the workout? Or the company?” Brian questions and you simply said,”let’s just say a little bit of both.”

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It's always you - Part 2.3 Billiards

Part 2.2

After storming out of the hotel room, you look for diversion in the nearby park.

You would not interfere in the charade and the fall. You knew too well how this could end. No, you'd better keep your hands off that.

Especially since you would simply push Valeria yourself from an undefined height. After a few hours you leave the park to find your way into a pub. You had to bribe the barman to mix you a gin wild berry, but in the end you ended up with one or two wins at the billiard table.

You lift your bulbous glass with the purple liquid through the wild berry and forest berries and take a sip.

"How about a round?" It sounded. You put the glass down and see Pierre.

"You play billiards?" You ask him in surprise while he took off his jacket and put it aside on a wooden stool. He rolled up his sleeves slightly on his forearm. "A little.", He says and takes one cue.

You accept the challenge: “All right, but don't cry. If I defeat you. "

It was a tough round and, in the end, you had two balls and he had one left. Not counting the black ball. It's your turn and position yourself on the long side. Sitting lightly on the billiard table, you place your hand on the table by the white ball and place the cue behind your back, as there is no other way to get to the ball.

Pierre was slightly impressed when you also punched the ball through this dislocation. On the last one, lean forward and plumb the running line. You put on the stick and aim.

The moment you reach out, you can feel the warm breeze in your ear. The art thief is leaning against you. His head next to yours, he gently blows into your ear. You travel the move and do not bring the ball into the intended target.

However, you get goosebumps and you stretch your head to one side for a moment, because a shiver runs through your body. "That ... which isn't fair," you explain with a look at him.

"I call it tactics." With a whirring noise, he sinks his last bullet and looks at you.

"How do we play?"

You pattern the black and white ball. "The opposite hole of the sunk last ball.", You say and you realized that you are standing by this one. You blush easily at the thought. You remember the last night with him. How his fingers traced every inch of your body and discover some erogenous zone of you. He takes his time to savor in all seconds. Like a fine wine testing. You remember his rough tongue on yours and his cock thrusting in you. And you remember the gentleness he showed after sex. You swallow the up coming spit. Like it is watering your mouth like you see a really good meal. If you be a dog, you would drool in front of him by thinking receive satisfaction by him. You feel your thighs pressing to each other and the pouncing erection in your center of desire. And you tell yourself to focus on the game.

"Too much gin?" He notes as he positions himself and walks past on the opposite side of the table and looks at you. You bite your lower lip. "Yes, too much gin.", You lie. Hoping he couldn’t see you yearning for him.

After a while you notice how bad Pierre is playing, even though he should have won a long time ago. "You shouldn't let me win.", You clarify and step next to him on the short side of the table.

"I don't know why everyone always blames me for things I haven't done or won't do." He exclaims and shrugs his shoulders. One hand placed on the wood of the table, in the other hand the cue, which is with the end on the floor.

"Why is that?" It was a rhetorical question on your part. With a second that you looked at him, your gaze sank into his, which had bitten into your eyes.

Just like after the first dinner, at the door of your hotel, you just look each other in the eye. As if the world no longer existed around you. How could you not resist this beautiful blue either. Who promises to bring you heaven and at the same time says so many words that neither of you two utters. You smile at each other.

Anyone else would have asked you if you would not clear the table and take a room. Pierre's cell phone took over. He looks at the text message. Shawn. He has a name that helps him further.

"I have to go." He whispered, put the cell phone away and the cue before grabbing his jacket.

When he was about to turn away, he turned around, put a hand on the back of your neck and kissed your forehead for a few seconds. "You win. I give up."

Part 2.4

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Living, Learning, and Filming Ch. 6 | Connor Brashier

A/n: once again rewritten, do I really need to put that in here anymore?

Summary: Some things can’t stay the same.

Warnings: kinda angsty

Word count: 1.6k

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Week 6

“Venti earl grey tea, two sugars, just the way you like it,” Connor says, setting the cup in front of me while I type away on my keys, trying to finish my economics assignment before we start going through the most recent footage.

“Thank you, you’re an angel.”

“Your angel,” he corrects me.

“Mine?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. “Is that so?”

“Sure. Sounds fitting, no?”

I hum in response, and look back at my screen. He sits there, fiddling with his phone in hands but never opening it to scroll through anything, just playing with the case, taking it on and off. “You seem bored,” I observe.

“No, not with you. Never with you.”

“I’m almost done, I promise. I just have two more questions.”

“Don't worry about it. Take your time. It’s more time I get to spend with you.”

“You’re cheesy, Brashier.”

“Yeah, well, who’s fault is that?” He questions, tilting his head to the side, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Don’t you go blaming me for your cheesiness. I didn’t put the words in your mouth and tell you to speak them.”

“Y/n?” he says after a couple minutes.

“What?” I look up at him, ignoring the problem in front of me.

“Have I told you today that you look really pretty?”

I bite the inside of my lip, “Shut up.”

“What? It’s true. This color looks good on you,” he mumbles, reaching across the table to play with the sleeve of my light blue sweater.

“Well thank you,” I say after a minute. “That compliment alone could get you extra kisses on the way back to your place.”

“God, how many do I have to give for a repeat of last week?”

I can’t help but blush. “I don’t know, Con. We’ll see.”

“We’ll see?”

I smirk, “If you’re a good boy, yeah, you might get a little something.”

“Fuck,” he takes a sip of his coffee - which he only drinks with sugar and the tiniest splash of milk, I’ve found out. A strange man, this one is. “You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”

“And that’s what makes this fun,” I shrug.

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“Hey, Brian,” I say as I walk into the apartment behind Connor.

“Hey, y/n.”

“Bri, what did you say you wanted - oh. Hey,” Shawn comes into view and I force a smile. I haven’t seen him since he asked me out.

“Hey,” I say back, Connor throws him a piece sign and a simple nod before taking my hand.

“We’re going to my room to edit, don’t bother us for the next three hours,” he says, walking us away from the boys.

“He means to say please and thank you, just so you know,” I call out as he continues to pull me with him.

“No, I don’t,” he shakes his head.

“Quit being a dick or I’m going home,” I say, which results in laughter from Brian and Shawn.

“Yeah, tell him y/n.” Brian exclaims.

“Fuck off, Brian!” Connor yells, shutting his bedroom door behind us with a huff.

“You okay, pretty boy?” I ask, setting my bag down next to his desk.

His hands find my waist and he sighs, resting his forehead on mine. “Shawn’s here,” he says, a slight edge to his voice.

“Yeah. Is that not okay? I thought you guys were friends.”

“Well, yeah, but.”

“But what?” I push his hair back, out of his face.

“He asked you out, y/n.”

“Okay? I said no. I told you that.”

“I know, it’s just… he asked you out,” he responds again.

“Why is that bothering you so much?”

“Because I,” he stops himself with a shake of his head. “Never mind. I’m just being dumb.”

“Connor, come on. Talk to me.”

“No, it’s nothing. Let’s just get to work, okay? We have so much to edit before Friday. I want to get it done while we can.”

I sigh but nod, deciding not to push, “Okay, sure.”

We edit for a while, stopping here and there for a drink or to rest our eyes from all the straining we’re doing staring at the small screen for so long. “Where’d you get this necklace?” I ask, playing with the small palm tree adorning his neck, turning my head to get a better look.

“Palm tree crew. Why?”

I shrug, “I like it. It’s very fitting for you, Mr. Laguna Beach.”

He chuckles, “Thanks.” He takes my hand and pulls me closer, into his lap. “Kisses?”

I hum, placing my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance, “We have to get back to work.”

“One kiss won’t kill us, right?”

“Connor…” I shake my head. I don’t know why I’m doing it, pushing him away. I don’t want to. Because let’s face it, last week, in my room? That was one of the best days of my life. So can someone tell me why I’m trying not to be with him that way again?

“Okay, okay. Later?” he asks, pressing his lips into my shoulder, and then on the underside of my jaw. I hum. He’s ruining me completely. He’s ruining me and I’m getting attached.

“I know the effect I have on people. I’m pretty sure you’ll fall for me by the time this is over.”

Fuck him for being right.

“If this is a game, you should know that I never lose.”

It’s a game. A game. It’s not real.

“How funny. I don’t either.”

I whine as I pull away. “I should get home.”

“What? Why?” he reaches for me while I start to remove myself from him.

“I just have a lot of homework to do. I have a test on Thursday, I really should study for it.”

“Study here,” he tries to reason, but I shake my head and start putting my stuff in my bag.

“I can’t. I don’t have my notes.”

“Y/n, what’s going on? Talk to me, baby.”

“Please,” I sigh. “Don’t call me that. Can I please, please just go home?” I throw my bag over my shoulder.

His eyebrows furrow, but he nods anyway. “Okay. Yeah. But are we okay?”

“We’re fine.”

“Then why won’t you kiss me?” I question.

I sigh, “Can we not do this right now? I just don’t feel like being super affectionate right now.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

I ignore his words and open his bedroom door.

“Y/n. What’s wrong? Did I do something? Because if I did, then I’m sorry.”

“No, Connor, you didn’t do anything.”

“Did I say something?” And when I don’t answer, he has his. “What did I say?” He asks, both of us seemingly ignoring the two boys sitting on the couch getting a free show. “Baby, please.”

“Stop calling me that,” I groan.

“Why? That’s you. That’s your name! You’re my baby. That’s who you’ve always been. I don’t get it. What’s happening right now?”

“The name doesn’t mean anything, this doesn’t mean anything because this is all fake!” I burst.

He takes a step back, “What?”

“You made it very clear from the beginning that this was a game. I was stupid to agree to this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You don’t lose,” I cross my arms over my chest. “That’s what you told me, right? So what? You’ve been waiting for me to fall first? Is that it? What do you get out of it? What’s the point of having someone fall for you if you’re not gonna fall too? What is the point of all this? Just some stupid grade, because I’d honestly rather fail!”

“You think I’m not falling for you? You think I haven’t been since the first time we met? You think I memorized your Starbucks order, or went to pick you up from a party when a guy was a little too handsy, or let you steal half of my closet, or told you some of the most intimate details of my life because I wasn’t in love with you? I wouldn’t do that for anyone else. I wouldn’t and you know why? Because I’m fucking in love with you.” he runs his hands through his messy hair. “There. I said it. Are you happy? I’m in love with you and I don’t know how to handle it, but I know that I don’t want to. I want to feel this for as long as I possibly can.”

I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you. I’m in love with you.

I never lose.

Game. Game. Game.

I bite my tongue. Y/n don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it. “You’re not in love with me.” You said it. Of course you fucking did.

“How the fuck do you know? Did you not hear a word I just said to you?”

“How am I supposed to believe you?”

“Because I haven’t lied to you! I haven’t thought about anything else but you since I met you. And especially not since last week. Jesus, I could never think about anything else after that.”

“Connor.”

“I’m in love with you.”

I shut my eyes tight and exhale deeply, “Stop saying that.”

“No! I can’t. I won’t. Not until you tell me that you’re not in love with me too.”

I sigh, running my hands over my face. I can’t tell him. I can’t do this. Not now. “I can’t do this right now, Connor.”

“And when do you think you’ll be able to? Because whether you like it or not, I am in love with you and we still have six weeks to do this project.”

“I know,” I mumble, looking down at my shoes.

“You know,” he repeats. “God, I’m so fucking stupid.”

“No, Con-”

“It’s fine. I’ll take you home. Come on.”

“Connor, wait.” I want to tell him. I do, but I -

“I am waiting. And I will be until you’re ready.”

I’m not ready yet.

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CRANES IN THE SKY | C. Jackson

Requested: Nope! I saw a fluff prompt that sounded great for Chris so this is what I came up with! Prompt — “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

WARNINGS: mentions of mental illness, sadness, depression, and “curse words”

YOU were going through it. Life was just becoming a lot for your teenage self and it seemed like this week would never end. It partly felt like everyone was out to get you but you were really just having a bad week and in the back of your mind, you hoped that the next would be better...yet you didn’t even want to think that far ahead. As of a few hours ago you were allowing your self to sit in your funk of your Crenshaw home until Chris barged in making himself at home.

Working in retail felt emotionally and mentally abusive but hey, you needed money to get by right? You were tempted to quit after a month of being there but your mother persuaded you to toughen it out and not let them get to you. ‘Or maybe it was easier for her to say so, so that you wouldn’t be coming to her as much for some cash.’ You bitterly thought.

On top of that, you were getting hours in over time since there were three situations going on with your co-workers. One: was fired due to stealing money from the safe in the stock room, since one of the assistant managers didn’t fully close it, two: got arrested for god knows what— you didn’t care for the drama but it was common knowledge Julio’s ass was gone, and third: got injured on the job and would be out for 6 months. So the work load fell on the remaining three. Only 6 employees in retail...make it make sense. Not only that the customers were more whiny and quick to point the finger than usual and it takes a lot for you to step out of character! but you did.

You had it. So you went into a screaming match, which wasn’t expected of you but it happened. The store manager did not have your back and blamed you in front of the customer since, “the customer is always right,” motto was heavily encouraged and a part of you HOPED he was just doing that for show and would apologize later but nope! He stood by wtf he said and put you on punishment when it was clear that the customer was not right.

So instead of sending you home and keeping you away from the place? He decided to give you more hours as if you’re the only one working there + kept you off the register so you could only interact with those on the floor. If he expected you to come in for five days straight while being a high school student? He was out of his damn mind. So you called out the three of the five days you were supposed to be there and didn’t care for his guilt trips. You deserved better and didn’t need to deal with this bs for only $11.11 an hour. You hoped he fired you.

Since you were working so much prior to the screaming match with that aggy customer, you were falling behind on your studies. Those pop quizzes came back as c+ to c- and your exams? Even lower. You were turning in homework half assed or not turning it in at all and normally you were a decent student with a B average. You weren’t overly thrilled about school but you did your best and did just fine at that.

You never saw yourself as someone who would go to college. Your mom or your step-dad didnt go and it was expected that you wouldn’t because of your background. Wasn’t that a shame? Crenshaw high could do a lot better at getting kids prepared for bettering their futures but they just wouldn’t put the time in to kids that wanted it or could accomplish it if they just had the right guidance.

It was really depressing and it was all starting to sink in at the end of your junior year of high school. You couldn’t just give up but you were having one of those days and wanted to be left alone. Which was partly what you had in your condominium complex with your step-sibs staying behind to attend after school activities with you having to pick them up from the bus stop by 5:15, your mother was working the night shift as a waitress, and your step-dad was away on “business.”

The quiet was interrupted by Chris making his way into your living room with you all curled up. He took one look at you and shook his head, “Nuh-uh, get up ya ass up, girl. You’ve been like this for what? Days now?”

Giving him the side eye, you rolled your body on the couch to put your back to him as you went to bury your head into the open s peace between the couch and cushion. “If you came here to start with me, you can leave the same way you came in.”

You were used to Chris getting into your house. You did lock your doors around here but Chris was surprisingly good at getting through things which related a lot to his life I guess you could say. The guy overcame a lot especially learning how to walk again after almost being paralyzed. You and Chris grew up together, and were actually friends first before Spencer, Coop, and Shawn came into the picture. Your mother’s were the best of friends and got pregnant around the same time, with Chris being only a few months older than you, which he likes to rub in to get on your nerves.

“And you can keep that stank ass attitude to yourself, get up mama this ain’t no way to be.” You could feel the weight of Chris sitting on the couch behind you.

He was now poking you, probably trying to find your ticklish spot but if you start swinging then you’re the bad guy right?

Chris knew you like the back of his hand and vice versa. He knew all about how your week was going and how you’ve been skipping class to do whatever it is that you do, since you did have one class together.

“Alright look, when I was away—

He always considered his recovery as, “away,” almost as if it pained him to say that, which you understood by all means, but Chris could just call it what it was. He was strong, he made it through but you noticed in the way he played now was more cautious. He was in his head which was common with sports injuries apparently. You noticed with Spencer he would normally react after the stress of the game or something that brought on the stress. He also probably thought you had no clue what was going on with him, but he was also one of your besties so of course you knew. You just never said anything.

Now it was you who was going through a little something and needed someone to bring you out of it, whether you said it or not. And here Chris was. As always.

“You know I was a completely different person—

“Yeah, you were a fresh asshole.” You commented, remembering those moments quite clearly since it was you and Olivia who tried to be there. He only seemed to let you be there, especially after he broke up with Olivia over text. Which you laid into his ass about.

Which made Chris breathe out a laugh pressing his elbows into his knees, “you’re not wrong. And I’m forever sorry about that but you knew I was going through some dark shit. And I can see you’re partly there but you don’t need to sit in it.”

“Okay, Iyanla. What would you like for me to do?” You asked twisting your body to the side to finally look at the mocha skinned boy.

Chris smiled with his pretty teeth, “maybe take a shower? ‘Cause this bum energy I’m getting from you right now is not cute and I know underneath all that, you’re not half bad.”

A foot went out to kick him pretty hard but he tried and failed to doge it with a laugh. “Nah. But for real though, you got to find something that’s gonna keep you sane. Find something even if it’s not permanent that’ll keep your mind active and out of the dark, cause once you completely slip into it, it’s hard to get out of. Trust me.”

You knew Chris was on anti-depressants for a little while and how he called you flipping out that his mother even agreed that it would be a good idea. In the black community it was not a common thing to speak about your mental health, it was non-existent and you were expected to “get over it,” to not think like that because we are made to be tougher than what we are and it shouldn’t be like that. We should be able to feel our emotions and admit when something is troubling us.

And Chris’ mother thought that was what was best for her son. And you saw how vile of a person Chris became when he thought everything was over for him. That was not the Chris Jackson you knew, he was headstrong, compassionate when he wanted to be, and ambitious. So to see him like that was hard.

So here he was for you even though your emotions right now probably wasn’t that deep but again, you were trying to be more in touch with your emotions. Both of the adults in your life were slightly cold so it rubbed off on you a little bit of course, until it was brought out of you. Your father was the most loving and as a kid you used to be that way, with a warm prescence and a belly full of laughter. Now you were full of small smiles and cold stares.

However your main friends: Chris, Spencer, Coop, and even Shawn know/knew who you are even if you’re different now.

You don’t know how long you sat in silence but once Chris started to annoyingly snap his fingers in front of your face, You snapped out of it and smacked his hand down; slowly you sat up on your uncomfortable couch and took a deep inhale.

Then you moved through the cramped apartment to your bedroom and bathroom grabbing a few things. When you came back Chris was also entering from the kitchen with two plastic cups, eyeing the items in your hand. “What’s going on with that?”

You plopped the large pillow in front of the couch, held your hand out for the cup which Chris handed over, and you took a large gulp to taste cran-peach. Chris moved to place his own cup on the coaster and went over to the window to crank up the A/C before he glanced back over at you still awaiting a answer.

“You’re telling me to find my peace? I’ve always wanted to be a stylist, so I’m going to perfect my craft.” You answered sitting on the couch with a crack of your neck.

Chris thought this over and blew out a raspberry. Then he moved to sit in between your legs on the floor, “Alright, y/n. I’ll be your first client. But I’m tellin’ you right now if you braid too tight where my edges look eaten, I’m out the door.”

A smile graced your lips as Chris grabbed his cup and remote to turn the tv on, “so what we watching to keep me entertained?”

Shrugging your shoulders you held the rat tail comb in your hand while using the other to run your fingers through Chris’ coarse hair that he was deciding to grow out. Chris got himself comfortable resting against your legs as you decided which side of the head you wanted to start on first before you began parting and sectioning off his hair.

You were going to give him some cornrows so you had to make sure everything was even and not look crazy. You were decent at braiding, you often did your step-sis’ hair since your mother no longer had time to do it and she sure did have a lot of hair. It gave you some sense of satisfaction, you taking on the older sibling role and gave you the time to bond.

Chris finally found something after twenty minutes and was yelling at the tv which made you mess up the grip on the fourth row. “If you don’t stop moving and let me braid your hair...hold your head right or I’m gonna pop you!” You threatened.

“This is triggering me back to my aunties, specifically aunt Henrietta’s ol’ mean ass.” Chris mumbled the last bit as he flinched making you laugh a little bit, remembering the name and the picture of the woman with the large mole on her pointy chin.

She lived in Maryland and had a beauty salon that Chris’ mom would always take a trip down there to get their hair done, if they had a special event to go to. It didn’t make sense to you or your mother since there were a few good shops here in Crenshaw or rather—girls and boys that did hair out of their homes around but Mrs. Jackson wanted to support her great aunt so by all means...

You gripped his hair again tight but not too tight to begin the braid, “I’m gonna add beads so everyone around school can call you hurricane chris.”

“...that’s real foul. You’re about to make me not support your dreams anymore, I’m dead serious.” Chris replied making you laugh, which made him smile at the sound.

You briefly glanced up to watch a scene on whatever show or film Chris was watching and raised your eyebrow not knowing what was going on or who these characters were but it was definitely engaging.

Chris nudged your knee with his shoulder after you fell silent again, “feel better?” He asked, moving AGAIN to meet your eyes.

“yeah, a little. Thanks.” You scrunched up your nose and stuck your tongue at him.

After awhile your alarm went off letting you know it was time for you to leave and get ready to get the kiddos. As you both got up, Chris went to the mirror to check out your handiwork while you snapped a few pictures before making your way to the door, taking the keys from the side table as you went.

“Y/N...you said would make me look good.”

“Uh huh?”

“Then tell me why...the hell you got me looking like ODB?” Chris’ deep set brows held a deep frown on them as he glanced at his childhood friend who innocently peered back at him.

You shrugged as you threw the door open, “i never said I’d be the best hair stylist out there, plus you wouldnt stop moving your big ass head. I told you to sit still! And did you listen? Noooooo.”

Chris licked his lips looking down as he folded his hands together before his eyes flicked up, “ok. I’m on your ass!”

You yelped as dashed out the door, laughter in your lungs as Chris chased you down the narrow hallway, hot on your trail.

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