and carry my groceries

Things I hate about summer/warm weather:

  • the warmth
  • humidity
  • bugs
  • sweating
  • all the PEOPLE walking around aka crossing in front of your car without using the cross walk
  • bugs
  • seriously the sweating
  • Trying to dress while considering the temperatures outside/in your car/at work/at home/etc.
  • BUGS
  • humidity yes again because like a) it’s annoying but b) I can’t breathe well when it’s humid bc I had asthma as a kid and I always start wheezing again ugh.
  • all those people going OMG IT’S SO NICE OUTSIDE!!11!!! 
  • (and also you know those’ll be the same people in like 2 months all OMGGG when is summer gonna END, they think I’ll forget but I will not.)

Things I like about summer/warm weather:

  • ?????
  • fruit gets really good
  • ????
  • i mean maybe ice cream and sorbet and froyo but lbr you can enjoy that when it’s like pleasantly 60 or 70 and not muggy and like doom
  • heck I enjoy that in WINTER whatever
  • ???????? 
  • seriously nothing else

I was helping carry in the groceries and usually my mom would say like “what a good girl” but I had a talk with her about not liking that because I’m nb and tonight she said to my dad “what a great person we have here. Offspring. Fruit of my loins” and she just kept spouting silly gender neutral terms and it made me SO HAPPY.

Beautiful ‘Red’ Album Things:
  • The guitar slide right before the chorus of State of Grace where the sound amps up and how it all resembles the described relationship which starts out beautiful and then suddenly falls apart and explodes in heartbreak
  • The background vocals singing “uh oh” in State of Grace to symbolize how the seemingly beautiful relationship is heading for compete disaster
  • Taylor repeating the second verse of State of Grace as a background vocal right before the song ends 
  • Ending the first song with “love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right” as a warning of things to come
  • How the mini guitar solo in “Red” almost sounds like someone in hysterics
  • The gradual build up of instrumentals and vocals throughout Treacherous that works off the metaphor of the relationship being a dangerous slope/path to travel, as if the further in the song she gets, the steeper the path becomes and more she has to exert to keep going
  • The build up of the beat right before the bass drops in IKYWT just like how the relationship suddenly exploded
  • How the beat and instrumentals stop in IKYWT when she screames “Hey!” right before the chorus like a sudden realization that she’s all alone or it’s all her fault
  • How the pre-choruses and choruses in IKYWT get more beat and vocals as the song goes on and as she becomes more helpless and angry
  • All Too Well
  • “Maple Lattes”
  • How the “hey!” and “it feels like one of those nights” in 22 have a lot of vocal layers to give the feeling of a big group of friends yelling
  • “Who’s Taylor Swift anyway? Ew!”
  • How no other vocals but Taylor’s are present in I Almost Do, which is also shown in the song credits in the album booklet
  • The background vocal at the end of chorus of I Almost Do sounding like a ghost or a fading voice, which echoes how she is haunted by the relationship but can’t quite get herself to go back to it
  • The entire fact that WANEGBT is a pop song because the person it’s about looked down upon pop music 
  • “With some indie record that’s much cooler than mine”
  • The sound of a record being suddenly stopped on a record player at the end of the bridge and how that relates to the last bullet point
  • “That’s so fun” at the end of Stay Stay Stay
  • How Taylor puts extra syllables in the rhythm at “now you carry my groceries and I”m always laughing” in Stay Stay Stay which resembles how the relationship goes beyond her expectations
  • How she put The Last Time right after Stay Stay Stay 
  • The two point of views in The Last Time
  • The difference in urgency and volume and emotion between Gary Lightbody’s and Taylor’s voices to signify the dynamics of the relationship and break up
  • How Taylor’s voice lasts a little bit longer than Gary’s at the end of The Last Time to show how she was holding on longer
  • How the Last Time builds up and then suddenly drops everything but their vocals and one chord on a piano to convey the loss
  • How the background vocals of Holy Ground sound like they’re saying “hooray” even though Taylor has said they’re just ‘sounds of joy’
  • The urgency of Holy Ground like a memory that comes out of nowhere and fills you with a burst of happiness
  • How the main guitar line throughout Sad Beautiful Tragic carries the same rhythm as a train on a track and then “I stood right by the tracks and “this train runs off it’s track” and the secret message ”while you were on a train”
  • How, following that, the secondary guitar line pops in and out whenever she sings important lines like the memories coming back to her
  • The Lucky One/how it’s track 13/”wouldn’t you like to know”/ “hell”
  • The fact that The Lucky One was recorded in LA and Taylor never toured to Madison Square with Red or 1989 and then admitted to making us believe TS5 was going to be about roses with pics of her rose garden, like that’s some next level shit
  • “Good to go?”/Ed Sheeran
  • How Everything Has Changed sounds like an Ed Sheeran song with Taylor Swift lyrics
  • How the bridge of Everything Has Changed drops everything but Ed’s guitar and Taylor’s voice to give the feeling of intimacy but then explodes with full instrumentals and more vocals like a sudden burst of joy when the love interest shows up
  • The change to 1940′s vocabulary in Starlight to tell the story from Ethel’s point of view
  • The guitar at the beginning of Starlight sounding like stars glistening and then that being echoed in the background by the piano in the chorus
  • The calmness and softness of Begin Again after the wild ride you just went through
  • “But I do” 
  • “I wear heels now”
  • How the album takes you through the entire deconstruction of a relationship but brings it full circle with a new love interest at the end and an echoing of hope and begins with an explosive pop rock song about wild love and ends with a gentle country song about easy, childlike love
  • The deconstruction of the idea of “fate” throughout the ‘story’ of the album and how it leaves you with the message that true love happens but it’s up to you to make it work and to play love “good and right” and that love should be easy and built on a solid foundation
  • Every lyric on this album
  • The Grammys fucked up

I gained 20lbs in 6 months.
I’m over 20% body fat.
I have cellulite and a pretty decent belly pooch.
Clothes don’t fit right.
I’m uncomfortable in my skin 75% of the time.
My legs are so pale that they could blind you in the sunlight.
I have stretch marks EVERYWHERE.
My stretch marks are also bright purple.

I really hate my body. It’s something I’ve always dealt with, but lately I’ve been trying more and more to appreciate the little things, like:

My eyebrows are amazing.
The color of my eyes change and that’s beautiful.
I LOVE the freckles on my face and body.
Hell, I wish I had more freckles.
I have a beautiful smile.
My tattoos are Fucking awesome and badass.
I can rock a pixie cut pretty well.
My nose piercing works really well on my face.
My legs allow me to walk all around the city.
My arms allow me to carry ALL the groceries.
My stomach holds all my favorite foods inside.

It’s so easy to zone in and focus on all the things you hate about yourself; it’s so easy and so detrimental. Take those negative thoughts, acknowledge them, and counteract them. Weigh those thoughts down with positive affirmations and suddenly life is a little bit sweeter, the sun shines a little bit brighter, and you become a little bit happier.

Staying positive and moving forward ✌🏻

(Also these pasty-cellulite-thunder-thighs got me through a 202lb back squat last night so hell. fucking. yes.)

So, I was reading my recently purchased Ao no Exorcist Volume 16, and happened to come across this little gem at the end of Ch. 69. Apparently, Rin and Shiemi went to the grocery store together after their demon psychology class (a class they take alone, together, teehee), which I imagine to be their last cram school lesson of the day.

My shipper heart can’t help but headcanon that they often walk home together after their demon psychology class (even though all Shiemi needs is a key to get back home) or that they sometimes study together.

Because When It’s Only Raining, It's Better To Surrender - Part 3


Author: @dylan-trash-tbh & @golddaggers

Pairing: Stuart x Reader  


Warnings: abusive relationship, swearing, smut 

 A/N: PART THREE! this part fucked me up so much. I was so frustrated and I changed it 2636382 times. And to be totally honest.. I hated the whole thing and was really close to giving up.

You can thank @golddaggers for not letting me delete this and for motivating me. Thank you sooooooo much for helping me again and for being my partner in crime for this 🐷💕


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Stuart backed away, his eyes widening a little. The shock etched to his irises told me that he was not expecting me to say that nor the fact I had a boyfriend.

“Excuse me?” The brown haired man in front of me asked, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. “You have a what?”

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Rescue •P6•

Avengers x Reader

Masterlist | Rescue Masterlist | Part Five

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building. 

 Word Count: 2064

Warnings: tension + fluff + swears

 A/N: I’m really sorry if this one is a little boring, but the dust has to settle a bit after the shit-storm I created in the last two parts. Enjoy 💛


After a week and a debate with Mr. Stark and his Dr. Banner (the Hulk, who apparently I saved), the hospital finally allows me to leave. Dr. Banner insisted that a hospital room is no place for a patient struggling with PTSD. I don’t think of it that way, but I guess there’s a lot of things about me that are new.

 “Enhanced?” I ask in fear. Mr. Stark holds his hands up to calm me.

“It’s not a bad thing!” he backtracks.

 “But it was given to me for bad reasons.” I finish, trying to stay calm. I squeeze the stress ball the hospital gave me, looking around at my new living space for things to ground me. Mr. Stark, familiar with what I’m doing, gives me a moment to regroup before continuing.

 “You’re not with people with bad reasons. Not anymore.” he says quietly. And I believe him. But it doesn’t change my fear.

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Celebrating two months on hormones today..and life is getting better and better every day ;-)
It really starts feeling like my life and it’s an absolutely amazing feeling.. looking at the mirror still gives me an heart attack every time I look into it because I am seeing me and that is just so freaking awesome.. cant believe that cis people are feeling this already for their whole life and it makes me a bit jealous because im feeling this feeling only recently :-P
Let’s have a look at the hormones and their physical effects - my boobs are hurting like crap when I touch them..oh yes you’re right: with some immense power of imagination you can really see some boobs growing there :-P but they are really really sensitive touching them just a bit too strong and..ouch! Even the water from the shower hurts a little :-o
Apart from that my skin got more softer and i think my muscles are forming back. Parking in front of my house and carrying some water and groceries to my flat never was a big deal.. but now it feels like my arms are falling apart already after half of the distance :-)
And the last thing - which is really great - I don’t have any psychological issues: no depression or anything.. Im just feeling great after all :-)

the hot girl (scott mccall)

Originally posted by kissmywonderwoman

Requested by anonymous:  hello my dear, i would very much like to request a sweet, sensual scott smut. thank you bunches

It would be obvious to anyone that Scott McCall always tried his best to satisfy all his roles. Son, friend, student, alpha, boyfriend. As I lay under him with his palm squeezing my breast and his teeth grazing my collarbone, I could indeed confirm that he was very good at satisfying. Choosing to give my virginity to Scott was the easy. Figuring out when was not.

Which had nothing to do with Scott. He always made me feel safe and wanted. He never patronized me for my lack of experience. He never pressured me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with.

And I was definitely comfortable with the way he firmly gripped my hip, keeping me from squirming away because the coy bastard knew he was sucking on the most sensitive flesh of my neck. When I thrashed a little too aggressively and accidentally brushed his crotch with my pelvis, he groaned so low against my throat that I did it again, and again and again.  

Scott waited until our second date to ask me to be his girlfriend. I didn’t hesitate to say yes because I was almost blinded by the sunlight shining through his eyes, wide with hope and sincerity. We clung to each other for the next two hours, groping and giggling, love bubbling up our throats until we were breathless.

I loved Scott. I loved Scott. He was a great boyfriend. He held my hand even when it was sweaty. He helped my mother carry groceries and offered to do the dishes after dinner. He stroked my hair until I fell asleep, knowing full well he would wake up the next morning with drool on his arm. Meeting Scott was like finding treasure. He was golden. He was something you earned. He was the protagonist you rooted for in a four-hundred page novel.    

Later, I would confess to him that he was my first kiss date boyfriend love. So that just leaves…

Which brings us to now. Scott skillfully unbuttoned my red cardigan, the one I purposefully wore tonight because he admitted it drove him crazy. His hand was already sliding under my camisole, and I wanted this. I really did. My body begged for it as I whimpered pathetically under Scott’s hot, fervent mouth. However, rarely did my brain agree with my body, nor did it shut up for a few fucking seconds while my hot boyfriend felt me up. It screamed at me that Scott was a good person and good people deserved to feel good. They deserved to get as much as they gave, and Scott gave boundlessly. What if I couldn’t do that? Maybe I should’ve done my research. Does porn count as research?

All I knew for sure was that if I didn’t stop him now, there wouldn’t be enough left of me to pull away later. I couldn’t be with Scott this way. Not when my mind was racing with doubts. I wasn’t wholly here, in the moment, here with Scott. He always gave a hundred percent and I owed him the same.

“Scott,” I panted breathlessly.

“Mhm,” Scott murmured as he peppered velvety little kisses all over my chest, every so often skimming over my hummingbird heartbeat.

“I think we should…” I forgot my voice as his sizeable hands arrived at my breasts, firmly kneading over the thin, intrusive material of a lacey bra I bought while fantasizing about my current reality.

“Oh my god,” I whined. My skin tingled, accommodating the new sensations traveling from my foggy brain down to my feet. I couldn’t help but curl my toes and clamp my thighs tighter around his hips. This was the opposite of slowing down. “Oh my god. Scott, please.”

He received my pleading as an invitation to proceed further. I barely processed when his hand snaked around to my back, fiddling with the clasp of my bra, alarming me out of my lust-driven haze.

“Wait, no,” I said louder, trying to convince myself as much as Scott that I needed to slow down, that I wasn’t ready. Placing my palms against Scott’s shirtless chest, I tried to push him backwards, but only succeeded in budging him a few millimeters.

“Stop,” I throatily grunted. Scott froze, immediately clambering away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, glancing down at my hands on his chest. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

He adorned his signature ‘What do I have to fix this time?’ frown. His chocolate orbs frantically searched my face for signs of distress. Despite my pushing him away, Scott was still trying to save me. I thought that maybe if my house burned down, it wouldn’t be so bad if Scott was there, my very own brave and noble firefighter. I’m pretty sure I would commit arson just to watch firefighter Scott in action. I would gladly set my bed in flames and let him take me on the floor. Add that to my list of Scott McCall fantasies.

“No, no, it’s not you. I just—can we slow down? I’m sorry.” I guiltily looked away, retracting my arms in an attempt to cover myself. I was ashamed that I had led him on. Embarrassed that I was being a pussy.

“Hey, no,” Scott soothed. “Don’t ever be sorry. Not for this. We’ll go as slow as you want, okay? If anything, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

I rolled my eyes, stifling a snort. Why did he have to be so damn courteous all the time?

Scott gingerly climbed off, shifting to lay beside me. He pulled his covers over us, shielding my exposed chest. I discarded my unhooked bra. In my peripheral vision, I saw it land on his guitar.  

“Don’t be stupid, McCall. You did nothing wrong. I’m just not ready, but I will be. Trust me. We. Are. Doing. This,” I enunciated, grinning because he finally smiled, all teeth and goofy Scott McCall charm.

“So… you’re not mad?”

“Of course not. I want to have sex with you. You’re hot,” I said flatly. Scott’s face turned endearingly pink at my forwardness, and I couldn’t stop staring at him, baffled that someone so confident could be so bashful.

“You think I’m hot?” he shyly asked.

“Duh,” I snorted. “What was it that Stiles said? You’re the hot girl,” I mocked seductively, smirking when his eyes turned into saucers.

“You-you know about that?! Ugh, I’m gonna kill Stiles.”

I giggled at his embarrassment and cuddled his chest, letting his scent envelop me in pine and cologne and something distinctly Scott.

“Don’t sweat it, babe,” I assured softly. “You’re my hot girl. And that’s all that matters.”

  • Them: why don't you just carry two shopping bags in at a time, one on each arm
  • Me with fifty bags on each arm: you don't understand. It is my burden to carry. I must do this alone! I am strong. I can do it in less trips than you would. I will prove myself worthy of title of the bag lifting champion! Just you wait and see. I am not weak! Double trips? NEVER!

Requested by anonymous: Hii!! Can you write an imagine where you and shawn are married and have a little daughter and like one day some fans and paparazzi harass her or something like that and you and shawn get super can take it on from there. It would be great if you wrote this, thanks!! 


Your life with Shawn had been anything but a fairytale, but when two people loved each other as much as you loved him and he loved you, everything was just fine.

When you two got married, it was different obviously, then just being boyfriend and girlfriend. If you were only dating, it would be much easier to break up with someone if you had a major problem (you and Shawn never did), but this was something you thought about. Since you’re married, you can’t say that you want a divorce because one person didn’t do something that the other wanted.

When you got married, you were husband and wife and you were committed to each other; really, it was no different then when you two were dating, you were just a couple years older, husband and wife, and you now had the last name of Mendes. Not to mention, after you two had been married for a year, you found out you were pregnant and nine months later gave birth to a healthy baby girl: Eleanor Karen Mendes.

There were tiny complications along the way, but you were fine and so was she, and having celebrated her second birthday two days ago, you’d say you were doing very well.

Shawn had to go into the studio last minute, so you sat on the floor with your daughter, playing with her.

The time was currently seven o’clock and you were honestly starving. However, you didn’t know if Shawn would be home in time for dinner if you cooked it now, Well, you decided to just hold off for a bit, just in case Shawn did actually come home earlier than planned.

Your Elle had Shawn’s beautiful brown eyes, perfectly capturing him in her - and now you had two human beings to get lost in their eyes.

Elle took the block she was playing with and stood up, walking over to the kitchen and throwing it hard against a cabinet.

Unfortunately, for the both of you, the block ricocheted against the cabinet and into her face - smacking her so hard you winced.

She fell back, screaming as you rushed to her aid and picked her up.

“Shh you’re okay, Elle.” You say calmly as you rocked your screaming child in your arms, kissing her forehead.

As a teenager, you would watch babies get hurt and their parents would calmly tell them that everything was fine - and you thought that was the weirdest thing. If their child had hurt themselves, then why did they seem so nonchalant?

However, since you’ve had Elle, you were told by the doula that you had, that the parent wasn’t suposed to overreact if they fell and they looked like they were going ot cry because it was apparently scientifically proven that when the parent shows signs of distress, it freaks the child out even more.

You looked at Elle’s cheek and it seemed pretty red, of course it also seemed like the block had gotten her pretty good.

“You’re okay, love. Do you want some ice?” You ask, combing her dark brown hair out of her face as she sniffled.

You felt her small head nod against your shoulder as she balled a piece of your tank top into her small fist tightly. You walk over to the freezer and pull out a small ice pack shaped like a dog, handing it to her. She takes it from your hand and places it against her cheek, her big brown eyes filled with tears.

You place your lips on her forehead and kiss her a couple times, swaying her in your arms in the middle of the kitchen.

The front door opens and you hear some shuffling around the staircase before you watch Shawn walk through the living room and to where you are in the kitchen.

He’s carrying some milk and a few bags of groceries.

“There are my girls!” Shawn smiles brightly, but frowns once he sees the state of his daughter.

“Look, Elle, it’s daddy.” You say to her, tilting your head to look at her.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Shawn asks her, reaching to take her out of your arms. His eyes catch note of the ice pack and his frown becomes even deeper. “What happened to you?”

“She threw a block against the cabinet and it flew back and hit her.” You explain, adjusting your sports bra strap against your neck.

His lips go to her face, peppering it with kisses, making Elle burst into a fit of giggles. Man, her laugh was like the heavens were singing. Or better, Shawn’s singing.

Shawn holds her high above his head, pretending to drop her, and sending her back into the air - her laughs pierce your ears as they turn into laughing screams. Shawn’s also laughing, and you had no idea what the hell you did to be blessed with your family. He then puts her in front of his face.

“Can you give daddy a kiss?” Shawn puckers his lips, making Elle grab at both of his ears. “Kiss, Elle?”

She puts her open mouth on his, making you laugh as Shawn pulls her back and wipes her saliva off of his face. He puts her down as she scampers off to her activity mat in the living room.

“How is my lovely wife tonight?” Shawn asks, walking over to put his arms around you.

You peel your head back to look at him and he ducks down slightly to give you a kiss.

“Mm, you need to shave.” You joke, squeezing his chin as you fel the stubble appearing.

“I’m thinking of growing a mountain man beard.” Shawn laughs, lettting go of you.

You put a finger at him and raise an eyebrow, “do that and I’m divorcing you.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Shawn says as he opens up the fridge to put the milk in. “You want to go somewhere for dinner? I’m craving a burrito.”

You squint at him, “are you pregnant?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Just want a burrito.”

“Okay, then you get Elle ready and I’ll go put something on that makes me look like I’ve put effort into my outfit.” You say, earning a chuckle from Shawn as you walk up the stairs, Shawn following right behind you with Elle in his arms.

Elle currently sat in a highchair, messing around with some little banana puffs you had brought for her to eat, as well as some actual fruit that you packed before you three left. She watched her dad take a couple enormous bites of his burrito because it was apparently fascinating her for some reason.

“You want a bite, honey?” Shawn teased, leaning his burrito towards her.

You slapped his arm and cleared your throat.

“Don’t tease her, that’s mean.”

“Yum daddy!” Elle squealed suddenly, you shushing her as people gave you rude looks.

Jesus, people sometimes forget that they were a baby at one point as well.

You had shoved your plate away, having already finished your tacos You took a look outside, noticing paprazzi already gathering making you nervous. You would be fine if it was just you and Shawn, but it wasn’t. It was you, Shawn and Elle.

“Babe, we need to go.” You say, causing Shawn to look up from the bite he was taking and gives you a confused look.

You raise your fingers to make camera and Shawn looked out the window, his eyes immediately going to Elle. He took his last bite of the burrito and crumpled up the foil, depositing it on your plate; he rubs his hands together and stands up.

You pick Elle out of the highchair that was provided for her and kiss her cheek as she started to get a little fussy.

“Give me your jacket.” You say, adjusting her on your hip.

Shawn takes his jacket off, understanding what you were saying and putting it on top of Elle, hoping that it would shield her face.

You two didn’t have a problem of having the public know what she looks like, but having a bunch of cameras flash in her face might be extremely traumatic for her.

Shawn runs a hand through his hair, getting a little antsy as well as he was concerned for the safety of your daughter.

“Shawn,” you grab his hand. “Maybe tell them to turn the flash off?”

He nods, exiting the restaurant and a million flashes go off immediately.

“Hey guys, could you maybe turn your flashes off? I’m afraid that it’ll scare my daughter, please.” Shawn says calmly.

There are a couple responses like “yeah, Shawn, of course” and he nods at you to come out.

You fix his jacket around Elle and hold you hand against her head as you walk out, hearing click after click of the cameras.

Shawn puts an arm around your waist as you make your way to your car, the paps following.

A few ask how your meal was and Shawn responds with “their food is killer.”

That didn’t bother you, but what did, was when one of the men came extremely close to Elle’s face and took about ten pictures - the flash going off on every single one - and pushing into you as he tried to get closer.

You stumble forward slightly and guess the jacket slipped from Elle’s face slightly, but she started crying, pissing you off.

“Hey man, what the hell did I say?” Shawn yells at the pap, his face turning serious and his demeanor coming off angry. “There’s a reason why I asked you to not use your flash and you did and now you’ve upset my daughter - exactly what I didn’t want from you. Not to mention you pushed my wife, what the hell was that?”

You arrived at your car, trying to cradle Elle as that must’ve really scared her as she started screaming now.

“Shh, angel.” You say, rocking her.

You continue to listen to Shawn go off on the guy, definitely not helping the situation, but you obviously weren’t going to stop him. What that guy did was not okay and scared the living crap out of your child, not to mention you.

“Seriously, man, what the fuck?” Shawn says, his forehead crease extremely prominent as he held his arms out in question. “That was not okay what you just did - I would probably even call that harrassment.” Shawn raised his voice. “Don’t fucking touch my girls ever again.”

He begins to make his way back to you, as the pap begins to talk to him.

“Man, it’s just my job.”

“Your job is to take pictures.” Shawn yells. “Not to harrass my family, asshole.”

Elle had finally stopped crying as you gave her a bottle of water and once she was done, you capped it back up, strapping her into her seat. You shut the door to Shawn’s jeep, coming up behind him.

“Like I said man, it’s just my job.”

“Like Shawn said,” you spoke angrily, “your job is to not scare the shit out of my two year old daughter.”

“Like I said,” the man repeated. “It’s my job.”

“Yeah, a job you’re going to lose.” Shawn spits, opening the driver’s door and getting into the car, telling you to get in as well.

Nothing was said in the car after you left the restaurant, except for Shawn asking if you were okay.

When you arrived back home, you carried Elle into the house, switching on the living room light - causing her to start crying again.

“Elle, shh, it’s okay.” You try to calm her, getting nowhere and getting frustrated because the pap did this to her.

Her brown eyes had now become red as she had cried about four times today, making you feel sad.

“Do you need anything, babe?” Shawn asks.

You look back at him, shaking your head.

“I’m just going to rock her until she calms down and I’ll put her to sleep, it’s okay.”

Shawn just nods, giving his girl a kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight princess, daddy loves you.”

“Say goodnight daddy.” You say softly, rocking her a little more softly as you think she might be settling down.

Shawn heads upstairs to your bedroom as you stay down in the living room.

It takes about fifteen more minutes of straight crying until she stops and her eyes seem heavy. You carefully carry her upstairs and head into her room, setting her in her crib.

“Goodnight, Elle. Mommy loves you.” You say quietly as you turn off the light and shut the door.

You sigh deply, rubbing the back of your head as you enter your bedroom - Shawn in his proper night attire which consists of his boxer briefs and nothing else, is sat up in bed on his laptop.

You sit on the edge of the bed, taking your shoes and pants off, not really saying much.

“Shawn Mendes goes off on paprazzi after taking photos of his daughter Eleanor.” Shawn says, grumbling.

You stand up to look at him, turning around.

“Shawn, honey, what that man did was not right. You asked them very nicely to not use flash, yet that man got very close to her face and used his flash and pushed me to do it. He was in the wrong, not you.”

“I know, but it pisses me off so much because he did all the shit that I didn’t want them to do and he even pushed you, Y/N. When the hell is that okay?” Shawn asks, getting visibly frustrated and distraught.

You put a small tank on, getting into bed with him.

“It wasn’t, Shawn. Trust me, what you did wasn’t the best but you had a reason to do it.” You tell him, kissing his bare shoulder.

Shawn closes his eyes and rests his temple against your forehead, taking a deep breath.

“You know,” You say after a couple minutes of silence. “You’re really sexy when you’re angry.”

Shawn laughs, leaning over to capture your lips in a hot kiss.

“You are okay, though, right?” He asks, breaking the kiss.

“I’m fine.” You nod.

“Good, I honestly don’t know what I would do if he had actually hurt you in some way.”

“Well, let’s not think about that, because he didn’t.” You reason.

“I love you.” He says softly.

“I love you too.” You respond, kissing him.


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