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if i were famous, that’s how my interview would look like

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AMERICA’S ASS

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Because of You | Part 6

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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So weird cos I was discussing songs from back in the 00’s with my colleague the other day and he said “whatever happened to Akon?” 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!

How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) dir. Ron Howard

What advice would you give women struggling to find their self-worth?

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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 ☺️

Peer Pressure

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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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