I’m a little more protective of my heart now. Not because I don’t love you anymore, but because I used to love you more before.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS 🙌🏼😍
Authors Note: so, despite missing a post last week, we’re back to weekly updates! Lots of fluff and some real protective!shawn. Also, huge thanks to @alittletoomuchshawn for helping me with some maaajor parts!
Summary: Shawn can’t seem to keep his fists to himself and one punch turns into five and what better way to be punished than for his dad to be his number one cockblocker.
Word Count: 2,407
Shawn’s never been one to get nervous. Never had the experience of sweaty palms and frantic butterflies in his stomach, or a dazed head and blushed cheeks. But all at once he’s experiencing them when her lips meet his. His mind is in a frenzy, body still as a rock and he can physically hear his heartbeat in his ears. He moves quickly, though. He cups her pretty little face in the palms of his hands and his eyes gently flutter closed. He’s losing himself in it, in her.
Her lips are sweet… plump and soft and Shawn can’t believe he’s kissing her. Lola threads her dainty fingers through his Godlike curls and gives them a generous little tug. He’s seeing stars, his lips are tingling. Lola subtly slides her warm tongue between his lips, the sudden boldness catching Shawn off guard and he pants slightly into her mouth. She tastes like cherries with a hint of peppermint and Shawn finds himself completely mesmerised by it.
Shawn’s hand sneaks its way to the back of her neck, slim fingers twirling her auburn locks and tugging ever so gently, but it only makes her more eager. She’s shifting to the very edge of the bed, fingernails scratching at the nape of his neck and he lets out a soft groan against her lips.
Lola pulls away, panting with what Shawn can only guess to be a dizzy smile and she purses her lips to bite back a soft laugh. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.” She giggles through her embarrassment and Shawn can feel the heat that rises to her cheeks.
He clears his throat, his forehead resting on hers and he nibbles on his bottom lip, savouring the taste of her that’s varnished him. “No, it’s… it’s okay.” He tries to assure her, though there’s a thick silence that sits on them as they continue to lean into each other. Shawn doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. This isn’t like him, he doesn’t do this kind of shit. But it’s her, it’s Lola and Shawn doesn’t want to pull away. He doesn’t want to feel the coldness of her body not being close enough.
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Dan Levy as David Rose in SCHITT’S CREEK
i love healthy communication and tight hugs and soft kisses
My ex was a foot taller than me and I loved it. YES for tall boys 😍
Shawn is literally an entire foot taller than me. I'll get neck cramps if I ever get to meet him
just tell him to get on his knees
This was heart wrenching but so good, @rulerofnocountry 😍☺️
a/n: ahahah why the FUCK did i write this. do i hate myself? maybe. wow. some smut mention. mega angst. cussin’. the usual.
song: Lany ft Julia Michaels - Okay
The setting sun casts pretty golden shadows through the apartment as lights beginning to twinkle outside in the impending dusk. She can see out to the East River, the Bridge, into Manhattan’s sparkle. It’s a sight that she never thought she’d tire of, an illuminating promise. Filled with all the hopes and dreams and luck of every soul in the city. Magical, once upon a time. Breathtaking, romantic…
That view was one of the reasons she’d settled on this apartment in the first place, despite the location, and everything else about it, being way outside of her budget. It was a lavish home, much more apartment than she could ever need on her own… and far more than she’d ever hoped to have in her life. But, at the time… it hadn’t been her decision alone.
Now, she sits on her couch, doing exactly what she told herself she wouldn’t do. She’s holding her breath, staring at the clock on the side table, watching with a sick sinking in her stomach as the time clicks 7:59pm to 8:00pm.
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The Holiday (2006), dir. Nancy Meyers
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OMFG. I came across this having been reposted and wowwwww... it’s so gut wrenching. I don’t know what it is exactly in your writing but it flowed perfectly for the story and you wrote her in a way where I sympathise with her despite what she’s done.
Amazing @shawnsorangeglasses ☺️
idea and proofreading credit to @rulerofnocountry. this one really put me out of my comfort zone and i thank you for that 💛.
synopsis: Months of sneaking around with his social media manager finally catches up with Shawn when he has to confront her about where they stand
warnings: angssstt, and a smidgen allusion to sex
sorry in advance
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He wakes up in the middle of the night again. Brian is still snoring in bed on his side of the hotel room. Shawn sits up, rubbing his face, then falls back into his pillow, which is now warm and damp from his sweat. That had to be the worst dream to date. It was the kind you get where you’re not totally asleep, just hallucinating. Everyone he knew had him surrounded, yelling and screaming at him, but no sound came out of their mouths.
Shawn flips his pillow over to the cool side and buries his face, hoping to find some relief. His hand bumps into his phone on the bed sheets so he unlocks it. She still hasn’t texted back.
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