Meltingicequeen

How on Earth were Greg and Ovie not in this series from the start!?! 😍

I might have a crush on Greg. it's that fucking Irish accent

imagine how powerful i would be if i felt completely comfortable with my body and mind and actually had a sense of self esteem

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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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😧 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 ? 😀

Because of You | Part 3 (Smut)

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, we’re still on that one-update-a-week role I’m so proud.

Summary: Shawn’s settling in and Lola can’t seem to keep her mouth shut, even if she only means well.

Warnings: slight smut; oral (male receiving), swearing.

Word Count: 2,262

He’s sweating.

There’s 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.

He’s meant to be working, refitting an engine, to be exact. He isn’t, though. Instead, he’s chatting up Corina, his boss’ niece and if it isn’t for Mackey working across the garage, he’d have her bent over the table with that pretty little dress hiked up her waist as he pounded into her pussy.

She’s 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 doesn’t 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. “Yo, Shawn,” he calls out, watching as Shawn looks over Corina’s shoulder to see him. “Go take your break. I got it down here.”

He doesn’t 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.

He’s shoving her against the door, lips hot on her neck and she sighs out in sweet relief. Her skin tastes like strawberries and Shawn can’t get enough, swears it’ll be the death of him. She tugs on his slicked-back curls, knows they’re gonna be untamable, but at this moment, he can’t seem to care.

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Metal

Shawnblr turning on Shawn to support Alessia instead when he did her dirty is the type of feminist revolt I like to see.

Goodness, I love this. So much 😍

Since We’re Alone | 4

a/n: 5k of getting to know each other.

Phoebe flopped down on her hotel bed with little enthusiasm, paying no mind to LA’s glistening skyline flickering up at her. She knew the team meant business by putting her up in a room just as expensive as Shawn’s, but she was too busy to gawk at the city because her mind was flooded with opinions and guilt and excitement regarding The Meeting. 

They’d Ubered to some corporate building in West Hollywood. The traffic was bad. Phoebe wore a pencil skirt. 

She remembered Shawn’s uneasy expression when the mock-up contract was slid across the table, Andrew’s face lighting up like that of a kid’s in a candy shop. 

Phoebe’s suspicious nature pushed her to read the fine print. 

Shawn’s A&R guy tapped his foot on the marble tile in annoyance while she inspected every word, but Shawn’s gaze was fixed on her chin as a proud smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. 

She was no match for the industry. 

He kind of liked it. 

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