In brighter news tho, Lewis Capaldi's IG story killed me once again. He's so funny I wanna marry š„°
Interview with Chris Evans on his directorial debut Before We Go From The Hollywood Reporter
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Authors Note: so, despite missing a post last week, weāre 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 canāt 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
Shawnās 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 heās 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. Heās losing himself in it, in her.
Her lips are sweet⦠plump and soft and Shawn canāt believe heās kissing her. Lola threads her dainty fingers through his Godlike curls and gives them a generous little tug. Heās 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.
Shawnās 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. Sheās 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. āIām sorry⦠I shouldnāt have done that, Iām sorry.ā 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 thatās varnished him. āNo, itās⦠itās okay.ā He tries to assure her, though thereās a thick silence that sits on them as they continue to lean into each other. Shawn doesnāt know what the fuck heās doing. This isnāt like him, he doesnāt do this kind of shit. But itās her, itās Lola and Shawn doesnāt want to pull away. He doesnāt want to feel the coldness of her body not being close enough.
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Sebastian Stan Photographed by Wish Thanasarakhan for L'Officiel Hommes Thailand March 2018
So weird cos I was discussing songs from back in the 00ās with my colleague the other day and he said āwhatever happened to Akon?ā so of course I spent the next 20 mins showing him all the amazing stuff Akon has done in Africa.
And now he pops up on Twitter, tweeting one of my faves.
These weird coincidences keep happening to me!
Akon is busy building so many things in Africa and found time to tweet Shawn! Omg why do I wanna SCREAM?! This is fucking amazing!
Chris Evans for Menās Journal, 2019
š§ that was not how I was expecting that conversation to go! Crazy how well you write the tension, I could feel it.
Can I please be tagged in future updates, @particulataste ? š
Authors Note: I kinda struggled writing this chapter, I knew what wanted to happen but it was just so short I struggled to make it lengthy. Anyways, weāre still on that one-update-a-week role Iām so proud.
Summary: Shawnās settling in and Lola canāt seem to keep her mouth shut, even if she only means well.
Warnings: slight smut; oral (male receiving), swearing.
Word Count: 2,262
Heās sweating.
Thereās dirty oil smothering his bulging biceps and his short sleeves have been rolled up, sitting on his shoulders. His hair is a mess, slicked back with gel and sweat but the girl in the sunflower dress thinks he looks like sex.
Heās meant to be working, refitting an engine, to be exact. He isnāt, though. Instead, heās chatting up Corina, his bossā niece and if it isnāt for Mackey working across the garage, heād have her bent over the table with that pretty little dress hiked up her waist as he pounded into her pussy.
Sheās perfect, he thinks. Gorgeous skin, innocent eyes that he knows will be the death of him, and the most mind-blowing hourglass figure that he can even make out beneath her loose fitted dress. He can only imagine how juicy those tits must be.
He doesnāt bother trying to hide his clear arousal toward the young woman, and if anything, he makes it clear as day when Mackey looks over and the tall boy is pressing himself against her, a taunting smirk on his lips as he whispers something filthy in her ear.
Mackey shakes his head and clears his throat, supposes he should probably help a brother out. āYo, Shawn,ā he calls out, watching as Shawn looks over Corinaās shoulder to see him. āGo take your break. I got it down here.ā
He doesnāt bother hiding his grin as he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into the building, giggles slipping past her lips when he guides her into the bathroom.
Heās shoving her against the door, lips hot on her neck and she sighs out in sweet relief. Her skin tastes like strawberries and Shawn canāt get enough, swears itāll be the death of him. She tugs on his slicked-back curls, knows theyāre gonna be untamable, but at this moment, he canāt seem to care.
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Sebastian Stan photographed by Wish Thanasarakhan for L'Officiel Hommes Thailand
Yall ever procrastinate sleeping? Like you should be asleep and you want to but you just.. keep doing more things for no reason?