Roommates | Part 7

a/n: 6k. very smutty. twice. the fluff is also real. i’m soft

A knock at the front door pulled your attention from your book, your head snapping up to see Shawn practically sprinting to answer it. Half-naked.

“Thanks,” he muttered, signing for the package with his right hand and using his left to hold the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He hid most of himself behind the door as he carefully took the box and waved goodbye to the mailman.

“I could’ve answered it,” you giggled, you eyes raking over his bare middle as he sighed with a grin. His cheeks and chest were rosy from the shower, his curls a wet mop on top of his head. There was a minor bulge beneath his towel.

“I wanted to,” he spoke, making his way over to the kitchen table where you were seated. “But,” he grinned as he plunked the cardboard box in front of you, “open it up.”

You gave him a questioning look, praying to the universe that it wasn’t some sort of expensive gift. “Shawn, you better not hav-,” you started, cutting yourself off as you unwrapped the metal from its bubble wrap, “Oh my God.” They were handcuffs. He ordered fucking handcuffs.

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Listen To Your Heart| Werewolf AU | Shawn Mendes Fic

A/N: This fic features Shawn Mendes and Noah Centineo but is still a Shawn Mendes Fic. 

Summary: Under pressure to join a pack after starting college, you meet Shawn and Noah, two alphas in the same pack and your life is about to change.

Word Count: 11.5k

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Your first month at Buckley University is when you first noticed Shawn. He was in the cafeteria with friends, they were laughing, yelling, just being very loud. You couldn’t help but look up to where the noise was coming from and see him, quiet, smiling softly as the people around him carried on excitedly. He is tall, fit, gorgeous…an absolute dream.

“Are you staring at Shawn?” your roommate asks, looking up from her lunch to where you’re ogling the guy across the room. “He’s one of the alphas of my boyfriend’s pack.”

“Shawn huh?” You snort. Such a soft name for an alpha. You look away, you didn’t want anything to do with an alpha, not after you and your best friend Katie ended up amid a pack fight and she got badly hurt. You pack up your books the second Shawn looks over. You can feel his eyes on you as you exit the cafeteria but you don’t dare look back.

From that day on, you start to see Shawn everywhere. It’s like you can’t escape him and frankly it’s kind of annoying. He never directly approaches you, never does more than stare at you from a distance. It’s weird. After a few weeks something finally happened. It’s the day you passed him in the hall on your way out of a lecture hall for your English class and he “accidentally” bumped into you while walking with some of his friends. “Accidentally” meaning he pretty much shoulder checked you so you’d notice him, at least that’s how it seemed anyway. You immediately apologized out of habit as soon as it happened, and he turned and gave you a soft little smile with a wave. As if he hadn’t done it on purpose. What was his angle? Were you just looking to far into it? Maybe it really was an accident. 

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anonymous asked:

hi! pls do one where shawn and reader get into a huge argument and reader leaves but he has a panic attack afterwards and begs her to come back

“all i’m asking is for a little bit of us time shawn.” you huff loudly out of annoying as you stuff your belongings into your bag. you can practically hear him roll his eyes at your simple request, but his silence is a sign of annoyance and exhaustion. “fine ignore me then.” you reply to his quiet response, swinging your bag onto your back and making your way out of his bedroom.

shawn’s been back in toronto for a good few days now and he hasn’t paid any attention to you whatsoever. he’s always inviting the boys over or going to one of the boys’ apartments. he spends the night with you when he’s exhausted and exchanges around 3 sentences with you and passes out.

he didn’t even try running after you and you didn’t know if that was because he was tired or just didn’t care. you get into your car, unprepared for the drive back to pickering. it wasn’t an extremely long drive and because it was 1:32 in the morning, there would be hardly anyone on the roads. however, you’re beyond tired from a night of sitting in shawn’s room doing homework while listening to them play fifa in the lounge.

picking up your phone, you begin to scroll through your contacts, wondering if anyone would let you crash at there place which isn’t a long drive away from shawn’s. just as you click your jon’s contact your phone freezes, the sound of your ringtone filling your car and shawn’s face appearing on your screen. a silent groan leaves your lips, letting your phone ring for a few seconds before answering. “what?” bitterness running through your harsh voice.

you hear sniffles and choked sobs on the other side of the line, worrying you slightly. you can hear shawn trying to choke out your name but he just erupts into loud sobs. “shawn? what’s wrong?” you’re already opening your car door, locking it just after you slam the door shut. “you were right.” is all he can get out before breaking down again. “p-please come back.” you’re already jogging up the stairs to his condo, knowing he’s going through anxiety attack. 

he normally gets a form of separation anxiety when he argues with someone he cares for and they are apart. “i’m coming now baby.” he hangs up the phone, knowing you’d be bursting through the door in a matter of seconds… and you did. 

you drop your bag and follow the sounds of his deep breaths and muffled cries, only to see your boyfriend curled up on his bed, arms wrapped himself. “oh baby.” you gasp to yourself, sitting on the edge of his bed and staring into his honeycomb eyes. “just cuddle me… please.” his breathing is shallow and short and you want to control it but you also want to give him what he wants. 

you curl up next to him and spend the night in each other’s arms, ranting about your thoughts and feelings, expressing how you feel about the two of you not spending much time together and agreeing to talk things through instead of letting things turn into an argument. 

a wsitd announcement

So I’ve been receiving a grand total of one question in my inbox lately (to the anon who messaged me today, I started replying and then accidentally deleted your ask. sorry.) which is when I’m going to update. Rather than answer the same thing over and over again, I figured I’d just make this post, and a bit of an announcement. 

As of today (Sept 19th) wsitd will be on semi-hiatus until mid-October. I won’t be working on it for the next month. This is partly because I’m already feeling the crush of the last year of my masters degree, but mostly because I’m trying to take an advantage of an amazing opportunity that needs my creative attention. In a nutshell, I have a chance to work (paid!) with/in the writers room of a Canadian comedy in November. Their deadline for submissions is 4 weeks away, and I’ve never actually written a proper script before, so I have my work cut out for me. Writing for television is my ultimate dream job, so I’d be an idiot not to try. 

I say semi-hiatus because it’s not like I’m dropping the fic entirely – we’re edging at a slow 3k in progress work count – but if I’m going to actually pull off two complete scripts in that time on top of my regular coursework, something has to give and it can’t be my grades lol. I expect to pick the fic back up casually in Oct/Nov, and it’ll be complete by Christmas at the very latest, as my semester finishes quite early this year and I’ll be headed home for the holidays with lots of spare time. 

I’m not going to disappear from tumblr, and I am truly grateful and humbled by the response to and support of wsitd. (I actually already have several missing/extended/future scenes in mind for after the official ending.) I am always thrilled to read asks about your reactions and will always answer questions about my writing, but from now on, any anon message just asking when I’m going to update is going to be deleted. Even before the tv thing came up, I was starting to feel disheartened that this is all people cared to ask me about – most asks didn’t even include a genuine reaction to the fic or asking after me, generally as a person. It seems strange, but the question is really unmotivating. Anyone who just wants to chat or get to know me or talk Shawn/Harry/writing/my myriad of other interests is obviously welcome to send me a message anytime. 

I hope you guys understand. Ellie and Shawn aren’t going anywhere; just imagine the flight to New York is just taking…a lot longer than 8 hours. But take comfort, cause it’s full of sleepy cuddles.

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Mendes Barbecue

It’s a Mendes family barbecue and Shawn brought you along for your first time of going.

It was a little nerve wracking but it helped knowing that his family liked you. 

“Babe, want another one?” Shawn asked, pulling a beer out of the fridge. 

“Um, no but I’ll take a water.” 

“Okay,” He nods, digging into the back of the fridge to get you a water.

You and Aaliyah were just starting to get to know each other, she was just starting to open up to you and he loved watching that.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Idk if you're taking questions about wsitd but if you are I was wondering if you wrote any other cute subtle things with Shawn and Ellie like the lavender thing and could you point them out? Thank you for sharing your writing and good luck on your script!!

Hi anon! I’m always taking questions about wsitd; thanks for asking :) And thanks for the well-wish lol I’m terrified. My cousin just tagged me in the call for submissions that’s been posted on another Canadian uni’s FB page, and the amount of people who’ve already seen it makes my stomach hurt. But I gotta try, or so I keep telling myself. 

Here are a few tiny wsitd details for you about part six, commentary style
1) A tiny bit of foreshadowing of Ellie’s panic attack exists there:

“You know that curtain exists for a reason,” you whisper. The bus is still quiet.
“You never pull it all the way shut,” he replies, matching your volume. “C’mon, you gotta see this.”

Ellie’s fear of total darkness means she never closes the privacy curtain on the tour bus, and because Shawn’s already pretty enamoured by her at this point in the story, he’s hella observant.

2) There’s a straight up reference to Pride and Prejudice (2005): 

“Paul’s here to get me,” Shawn says. His thumb traces a half circle just above the bend of your leg and it weirdly tickles a little. You’re not sure when you got so comfortable with him touching you, or how you never noticed how much he does it till now, or how both of those things can be true at once. 
Again, as though he knows, Shawn pulls away from you and stands up. He flexes his right hand a little, like it hurts, glancing at his phone as it pings. “I gotta go. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

Shawn’s so concerned about comforting Ellie here that he isn’t necessarily thinking of what his hands are doing (though she’s obviously hyperaware), and its’ not until he gets up that he realizes how intimate that just was and now his hand feels weird. Cause feelings. 

3) Speaking of part six,  in case it’s not clear, Shawn’s hand slips during Pomp and Circumstance in Copenhagen because he sees Ellie all made up and pretty and he literally fumbles with the song because he’s so taken aback by how beautiful she looks. Bless him. 

Roommates | Part 1

a/n: this is 2.2k of the first instalment of a new series that i am totally in love with. i hope you like it! @lostinshawnslight here ya go

You chewed on your nail, desperately trying not to scroll through your phone. Tyler was meeting you for lunch to discuss the upcoming school year and he happened to be late, as per usual.

You had fallen into a bit of a predicament, realizing that it wasn’t really an option to live in residence for your second year but it also wasn’t ideal to move home. Though more of your classes would be completed online, your parents hadn’t seemed too appealing in recent months.

Most student housing in the downtown core was already rented out or unbelievably overpriced, and you were desperate to find someone to live with that wouldn’t be totally unbearable or unapologetically creepy. You planned on asking Tyler to be that person for you, but he made it clear that he was moving in with his boyfriend. Options were rapidly narrowing.

The sound of movement across from you snapped you out of your daydream, causing you to blink a few times before looking up at your best friend.

“This seat taken?” he raised an eyebrow, already sliding into the chair.

“Actually, yeah,” you smirked, sitting up a little straighter.

“By whom?” he drew the words out, questioning you in an old-fashioned tone.

“The ghost of my formerly happy self,” you shot back, your eyes scanning the room for your server.

“Oh, please,” he waved you off, opening his menu to scan its items, “What absolute travesty has taken over your entire life at this point in time?” he questioned. He knew you too well.

“If you must know,” you began, eyeing him over your menu as you inspected the contents of the pasta dish you planned on ordering. “I’m homeless.”

“What?” he shot back, forehead crinkling with confusion. “If you need a place to stay-“ he began.

“Shh, stop right there, good sir,” you smiled, “I need help finding a roommate. You have a lot of friends, right?”

“Like, a sex roommate? It’s true, I do have a lot of hot friends,” he teased, convinced you were back to your sexually frustrated self.

“No, I’m serious,” you whacked him with the paper menu, “I couldn’t find a student house and I refuse to move home. I need to find something and I need to find it fast,” you spoke. “I can only handle so much of my mother.”

“I concur,” he nodded, closing his menu and folding his hands on top of it. “Now that I think of it, there actually is someone I have in mind. What exactly are you looking for? Do you care who it is, really?” he asked.

The waitress walked up, stealing both of your attention as she took your order for drinks.

“I think we’re ready,” you added, telling her what you wanted and handing her your menu before she retreated to the kitchen.

“I was asking because I know a guy,” Tyler spoke, looking into your eyes with sincerity. “I honestly think it would work. He’s never home, but when he is, he absolutely hates being by himself. He’s looking for someone to just live alongside so he doesn’t get all up in his thoughts, you know?”

“Oh?” you smiled, holding onto the glimmer of hope that maybe you’d be able to find a place.

“It’s decent commuting distance for you and he’s gone a lot. You know, on business,” he muttered, eyeing your server as she emerged with your drinks.

“Is he like, old?” you asked, unsure of what being away ‘on business’ meant at this age.

“Oh, no. He’s our age. Just uh, he travels. But it’s a really nice place, and I’m sure he wouldn’t charge you through the nose. You’d be helping him out,” Tyler reassured.

“When’s he need me?” you questioned, hoping it would be soon.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he nodded, slurping his Pepsi audibly.

“And he won’t, like, kill me in my sleep?” you spoke carefully, wondering why on earth this sounded so perfect.

“Oh my god, no. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. Want me to text him?” Tyler asked, fishing his phone out of his jeans.

“Please,” you agreed, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms over your chest.

Tyler typed out a message and put his phone on the table, changing the topic when your food arrived. It wasn’t until you were shovelling your last bite of pasta into your mouth that his phone buzzed, a text notification popping up on his screen.

“You down to meet him in a few hours?” Tyler mumbled, his mouth full of chicken parmesan.

“As long as I can hang out at your house until I have to go,” you giggled, finishing up with your plate and pushing it to the side.

“Okay, it’s set. You can meet him at the Starbucks by me around seven,” he grinned, putting his phone back on the table face-down. “We can watch movies until then?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, taking a final sip of your water before speaking again, “Are you gonna come with me? To meet him?”

“Me? Oh, no,” he grinned wider, “I think you’ll thank me for this later.“

Seven o’clock approached rapidly, leading you to freshen yourself up in Tyler’s washroom before heading out. You blotted your face with some powder and ran your fingers through your loose curls. Just in case, you pulled your emergency toothbrush out of your purse and cleaned your mouth, earning a giggle from Tyler, who stood in the doorway.

“Nervous?” he asked, leaning against the frame.

“Yeah, actually,” you responded, leaning toward the mirror as you slathered your lips in chapstick. “I know I shouldn’t be, it’s just a roommate. But this feels so formal.”

“Relax, it’ll be fine. Just be charming yet friendly, and it’ll go well. Pretty sure he’s already picked you, anyway,” he reassured.

“Why?” you asked, wondering why these assumptions had been made.

“No one else really gets it,” Tyler mumbled, “they’ve always got an issue with his, uh, his schedule.”

”Oh my God, Tyler,” you rolled your eyes, “Who the fuck is this guy? Why are you making this so weird?”

“It’s just,” he paused, clearly struggling to form a sentence. “It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it. Just remember that he’s totally normal and needs a roommate, and he’s harmless. You’ll be fine.”

Feeling a bit uneasy, you tousled your locks one last time before flicking the bathroom light off and following Tyler to the front door.

“Wish me luck,” you spoke unconvincingly, slipping into your light jacket and twirling your keys on your finger.

“You won’t need it,” he said with a tight-lipped smile, opening the door and shooing you out of his house with a giggle.

“Alright, alright! I’m going!” you laughed, skipping down the steps and hitting unlock on your key fob.

“Let me know,” he called from the doorway, earning a nod from you as you climbed into the driver’s seat of your truck and fired up the engine.

You creeped out of the driveway, turning on the radio and flipping through the stations. It was only a two-minute drive, but you were relieved to find ‘Stitches’ approaching its bridge on your favourite station. You sang along, bopping your head as you scanned the street for a spot, enjoying the last minute or so of the song before turning it down to concentrate. You pulled off to the side of the road, shifted into park and turned the truck off. Your phone buzzed.

An unknown number was displayed across your screen, indicating that you had a new message.

Hi, Tyler gave me your number! I’ll be at Starbucks in five it said, calming your nerves to know that you’d arrived first.

Crossing the street, you eyed a small dark booth in the corner through the window. After receiving your drink, you took a seat and pulled out your phone to update Tyler on the situation.

“Uh, hi,” spoke a shaky voice, diverting your attention from your phone and causing you to look up. “I think I’m your new roommate.”

Holy fuck. That’s why Tyler was so weird. He was Shawn Mendes, and he was your new roommate. Shawn Mendes was your new fucking roommate.

“H-hi,” you stumbled over your words, holding out a hand for him to shake as he slid onto the bench facing you.

He was even more beautiful in person. What the actual fuck? You were just blasting one of his songs in your car and now he was sitting in front of you, confirming that you were going to move in with him.

“I’m gonna go grab a coffee and then join you, I’ll be right back,” he smiled, hopping out of his seat and heading to the counter. Dear lord.

You went into your conversation with Tyler and sent him a keysmash, to which he replied with multiple laughing emojis. Fucker.

Looking over at Shawn, a blush crept up your cheeks as your eyes met his. He was staring. You felt your heart rate speed up, freaking out a little as he began walking over to you, again. He was charming and gorgeous and huge.

“Okay, we can talk now,” he grinned widely, “I’m Shawn.”

You introduced yourself, looking into his eyes as they lit up at the mention of your name.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you. You’re, uh, in need of a roommate?” he asked, tilting his head back as he sipped his coffee.

“Uh, yeah. I’m a student and I don’t want to move home, even though most of my classes are online. So I’m home a lot, but I keep to myself, I promise,” you said quietly, inspecting his face for a reaction. He maintained a tight-lipped smile, leaving you to look at the stubble on his chin and the curve of his lips, accompanied by two very rosy cheeks.

“Oh, trust me, that won’t be a problem,” he smiled, straightening out the sugar packets on the table.

“Let me guess. You’re never home?” you asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

“Not even that. I’m home more, lately, but I just hate being,” he paused, searching for the right words to say, “alone?”

“I get that. Another reason I’m not looking for an apartment by myself,” you added.

“I just, I get a little lost in my head sometimes. It helps to have another human nearby,” he averted his gaze, blushing more deeply.

It dawned on you that this muscular Greek God was actually a gigantic teddy bear afraid of being by himself.

“I can be that human!” you smiled, trying your best to make him feel more comfortable.

“Thank goodness. I’m tired of making my friends feel like they have to come babysit me,” he chuckled, meeting your gaze again. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?” you raised your eyebrows, sipping your iced latte.

“I mean this in the least arrogant way possible, but, uh, does this weird you out? That I’m, you know, me?” he whispered, earning a giggle from you.

“That you’re pop sensation Shawn Mendes?” you responded jokingly, “No, actually. I’m unfazed.”

“That’s good,” he smiled, clutching his chest in relief. “Wow, okay. So, uh, when can you move in?”

You blinked at him, wondering if this had seriously been that easy. “Um, like, now? How about this weekend?” you responded.

“Sounds good. I have a Jeep so I can probably help with most of your stuff, and you’ll be all set up by Sunday,” he smiled.

“I have a truck actually,” you replied, earning a sigh from him. “But you can still help! I mean, if you want to.”

He grinned in response, nodding in agreement.

“Oh, um, what’s the rent situation?” you asked, wincing a bit in preparation of what you might hear.

“Oh, I didn’t even think about that,” he mumbled, chewing on his lower lip. “How about the cheapest place you looked at before, you can just match it. Fuck, cut it in half. Whatever. I don’t want to rip you off, you’re actually doing me a favour.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded in disbelief, completely shocked that so many good things were happening at once. Why hadn’t Tyler mentioned him before?

“This should be good!” he smiled, leaning back in the booth. “We can meal plan, if you want. Or do a weekly movie night. You pick one, I pick one, that sort of thing. The gym’s pretty cool, too. I can show you some of my workouts if you’re interested.”

“Okay, Shawn,” you laughed, giddy that he was getting a little too excited.

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile, running his long fingers through his thick curls. His hoodie displayed ‘YOUTH’ in large, white letters. This dork was wearing his own merch. “I got in a little over my head, there.”

“That’s okay,” you laughed, glancing at your phone to check the time. “Shit, uh, I should get going,” you said, your heart speeding up at bit when you saw his face fall.

“Oh, okay,” he gulped, standing with you.

“This is truly wonderful, though. I can’t thank you enough,” you said, slinging your purse over your shoulder and heading for the front door, Shawn following closely.

“Thank you,” he grinned, a silence falling over the two of you when his eyes met yours in the orange light. The sun was setting and light was cascading over his face, only making him look more gorgeous.

“R-right,” you smiled, “You’ve got my number, so, uh, you’ll text me?”

“Of course,” he beamed, wiggling his eyebrows a bit as he bounced on his feet.

“Alright, um, I’ll see you later, then? Saturday?” you asked, beginning to walk to your car when he nodded and pulled you in for a hug, catching you off guard.

You soon relaxed, melting into him and inhaling his musky scent. Your hands ran over his sides and up to his back, feeling the muscle beneath the fabric as he squeezed you tightly. He was warm, firm, and felt just right.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, quickly pulling away and taking a step back.

“Oh, that’s fine, it was nice, actually,” you laughed, “We’re gonna be living together, anyway. Might as well get comfortable now.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, shoving his hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans.

“Okay, I’m going now, for real,” you giggled, checking both ways before stepping out onto the street. “See you later, Shawn.”

“Take care,” he waved, walking in the opposite direction toward the black Jeep parked up the road. You had barely made it to your car before your phone buzzed, a text message displayed on the screen.

I was thinking we could do Taco Tuesdays?


1: You must be willing to fly to Japan last minute for me like Shawn Mendes

2: You must look like Shawn Mendes

3: You must have a voice like Shawn Mendes

4: You must have hair like Shawn Mendes

5: You must be as cuddly as Shawn Mendes

6: You must have a heart like Shawn Mendes

7: You literally have to be Shawn Mendes

If anyone fits these guidelines hmu

Falling For You | Shawn Mendes Fic

Summary: You’re Shawn’s personal assistant and after a misunderstanding with fans he get the idea that you could be his fake girlfriend to avoid being roped into a messy publicity stunt with a girl he doesn’t like. The thing about that is, both of you have feelings for each other that are less than fake and acting on them while pretending brings out the truth.

Word Count: 11k

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The moment you check into your hotel room and get settled Shawn is knocking on the door that joined your rooms. You open it and roll your eyes at him because you figure he’s just up to his usual shenanigans. He always did this when hotel rooms had shared doors. You think he secretly liked the idea of sharing a room even though he always insisted he hated sharing them.

“Yes? How can I help you?” you ask in your most formal voice, teasing him.

“Can you do something for me?” Shawn asks as he pulls his ring off his finger. It’s the one with the two overlapping feathers that he had gotten in Japan last year. He never took it off. Not even to shower as far as you knew.

Your eyes go to his hand and then to his face. Okay this wasn’t a joke, he was seriously asking you to do something for him. “Yeah, what’s wrong?” you ask as he holds his hand out with the ring in it.

“I want you to hold on to this while we’re doing the press tour here.”

“What?” You look down at his ring and he back up at him. “Shawn, you never take that off. What’s going on? Did something happen?”

Shawn pushes the ring into your hand and curls his fingers over yours. “Last time I was in Europe for a while I ended up losing my other one. Remember how fucked up I was?”

You shake your head. “I wasn’t here for that. I do remember you telling me you lost it though. But are you sure? I mean if you never take it off then how could you lose it?”

“Please,” Shawn says softly, squeezing your fingers a bit. “Just humor me and hold on to it.” You sigh and agree to do as he asks. If would give him a piece of mind what would holding on to it for a few weeks hurt?

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Bachelor Party

Warning: Smut

He walks out of the bathroom, clicking his watch into place, passing you on the bed to grab his boots.

“You look too good to go out without me.” You murmur. 

He sticks his head out of the closet, looking back at you, smile on his face as he saunters over to your pouting figure on the bed.

“You jealous Babe?” He asks standing at the foot of the bed, still trying to click that watch into place.

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Out of Reach

warning: 2k of Shawn-based smut. definitely going to hell for this one. I was gonna call it Handy Man because that’s funny but dear lord

Shawn’s first festival performance seemed to call for celebration as the guys insisted on going out for a few drinks afterward. Shawn reluctantly agreed, proud of himself and his team but anxious to get it over with. His mind was somewhere else.

He spent the night watching the clock, tapping his foot to the music blaring from the speakers as he downed a couple of drinks. He couldn’t seem to shake the thoughts of her from his mind, wondering what she was doing or who she was with. Probably studying, or at work, he figured, considering the time difference and her jam-packed schedule.

It wasn’t like he could call her, either. They were’t dating. They’d hung out a few times back home, but nothing had ever come of it. She was like the forbidden fruit, and he was dying for a taste.

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You Are In Love by starksparker

3 Lies by peeterparkr

Sibling Blurb by gab-spidey

Dirty Laundry by popculture-parker

How Come You Always End Up Calling Me by spiderboytotherescue

Peter Parker

My Boy by peterparker-imagines

Memory Lane by spiderboytotherescue

Harrison Osterfield

The Proposal by hazthediv

Ethan Dolan

Packing Peanuts by etherealmins

Location by mintdolans  

Good Enough by dolantreehisser

Haircut by dimply-dolan

In Love (Part 1) (Part 2) by heartbreakdolan

Daylight Savings by heathendolan

Grayson Dolan

Matters by castledolan

Choose Me by atlas-of-a-human-soul

Laugh by imaginedolanscribbles

Editing by heartbreakdolan

Shared Covers  by heathendolans

“Can we spoon?” by imaginethedolans

Better by imaginedolanscribbles

Calum Hood

Soulmate!AU by etherialmins

Knock Knock by noneighborhood

Flare by wildflowerrambles

The Bracelet by 5sosglitter

Highly Improbable by gotta-try-something-new

Damn, You Really Are Hot by dream-a-little-bigger-x

Inked by calumh-excess

Unwise by gotta-try-something-new

Luke Hemmings

P.S.- Luke Hemmings by etherealmins

Rip My Heart Out by oddfuturc

You’re Too Short by imyourliquor-youremypoison

Thinking About You by heywritersblock

Ashton Irwin

The Unknown Drummer by lacumhood

Stunning by lukescaboose

Would You Be So Kind by gotta-try-something-new

Happy Tears by noneighborhood

Michael Clifford

Once and Floral by 5sosglitter

Travel Troubles by gigglyirwin

Best Neighbor by gotta-try-something-new

Harry Styles

You’re Poor and He Doesn’t Know by harry-writings

Mute (Part 1) by harry-writings

Insecure by sunshineharryimagines

No by harryimaginedstories

  • This is such an important piece of writing this is how your significant other should treat you and how you should treat them

Hesitant by chaoticallyhs

Firelight by smokeinherperfume

My Writing

Tom Holland

Sleepy Tom (Blurb- written by me) whatmakesmehappyy

Grayson Dolan

The Cove Part 1

The Cove Part 2


Frustrated (a Grayson and Ethan imagine)

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Requested: Shawn and reader get into a fight and Shawn sleeps in a different room. He then wakes up with the reader snuggled up next to him and she tells him that when he’s not with her she has nightmares.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


You should have known that his music is sacred, and that you should never offend it. But sometimes, as his girlfriend, you care more about him than his music. If you had to choose between the two, you’d choose him every time, and he doesn’t always receive that well. He takes it as a personal insult and attack when really, its not. 

“Y/n, I don’t know what you want from me.” He shouts angrily pushing away his half eaten dinner plate out of sheer frustration. You’ve both been arguing about this since before you started dinner. It’s only now escalating into a full blown fight. All of his pent up emotions and anger have suddenly surfaced . Even he doesn’t quite know what to do with it all at the moment. 

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