shawnstilinski
pickeringgod
Shawn doing a cover of Marvin’s Room/One Dance by Drake (x)
My two favourite people, Drizzly and Shawn <3
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Y/n’s POV
I groan turning over to my back as I felt the rays of sunlight shine on my face. I must’ve forgotten to close the curtains last night. As I stretch my arm I hit something, a low groan escaping from under the sheets. I lift then up and over his head to reveal a sleepy Nash, with his long hair sprawled everywhere.
A small smile graces my features as I turn to stare over at Nash. His lips seem slightly chapped, his tongue coming out to moisten them. His bright blue eyes hidden, his hair covers most of his face.
Soon, I feel arms snaking around my waist pulling me closer to his chest. A soft laugh and peppered kisses later, I’m staring into those beautiful eyes I’ve wanted to see. His smile is dropping, a sign he’s still sleepy. I move his hair from his face, noticing the way his eyes flutter, straining to keep his eyes open.
I lean in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. His skin is warm, soft, his arms securely wrapping around me giving me the feeling of complete safety, it makes me feel like nothing could go wrong. I slowly pull away from his hold, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. My feet dangle from the edge, before being firmly planted on the wooden ground. I tug my white tank down, straightening my pyjama bottoms before walking towards the bathroom. I turn the light on, lighting the dark room, looking into the mirror noticing how happy I look. Just by sparing a glance at me you could tell I was content. That I was happy with how my life was going.
I was. I truly was beatific with my life. A blissful part of my life was occurring, and I couldn’t be more thankful, and I know that most of the credit belonged to the sleepy boy with messy hair next door. The door wide open allowing me to see his figure lying in the bed, staring at me with adoration.
“Y/n,” I hear his soft attempts to get me back in bed. I shake my head, chuckling to myself as I watch his arms reach forward as of a child reaching for their favourite candy. I shook my head, muttering a sorry before closing the door, beginning to undress to shower.
I soon walk out, a peach towel tightly wrapped around me. I see Nash’s eyes follow my movements. I walk to the draws, opening them and pulling out my undergarments and a grey top of Nash’s and my sweatpants, tucking them under my arm and waving at Nash before retreating back into the bathroom, changing and soon walking out, dressed for a lazy day.
Nash is soon walking into the bathroom, stopping to hold me by my waist, pulling me in for a kiss to my temple. I smile, relishing in the feeling of his lips on my skin before it’s gone and he’s soon inside the bathroom, getting ready for the day.
I decide to waste time by pulling my phone out, going on twitter. I go on my timeline, noticing the picture of me Nash posted. I was looking in the bathroom mirror, smiling to myself. The caption reading, “When she’s happy, I’m contented.”
I smile once again, liking and retweeting the picture. I then move down my timeline, noticing some drama going on with the fandom. I usually decide to stay away from them, being that they usually included me.
I click on the profile of a girl, I followed her as she was one of the first fans to ‘approve’ of Nash and I’s relationship. I scroll down her tweets and replies, noticing she’s defending someone. Then I notice, it’s me. The drama is circulating around me. Being confused and curious, I click on more profiles, searching for the source of this drama, only seeing more arguing. But then I finally land on something. A picture, it’s of me and Nash, he’s holding a birthday cake and I’m smiling standing behind him. The cake has blue frosting in the middle, Happy 16th Y/n. It’s the birthday cake I got this year for my sixteenth birthday.
Why are they bringing this up?
I then notice another picture, another fan account posted the same picture only with a red circle around the cake and question marks around me. I read the caption, “She just turned 16, Nash is turning 19, wtf” I scroll down reading the comments, they’re all the same, all saying I’m too young for him. I decide to move away from the comments and to the previous fan account, the one I follow, to see her continuing to defend me. But before long I’m back to the hateful comments, now coming at me harder, saying things like Nash is just pitying me, that I shouldn’t even be with him, that I’m using him.
I turn my phone off, before tossing it across the bed. I run my hands through my hair, my eyes going glossy. I soon feel a stray tear burning down my skin, it reaches my chin before dropping on to Nash’s shirt, creating a dark grey spot. I stop myself, crying isn’t the answer, neither is looking through all those hateful comments. I straighten myself up and move to the bedroom door. I was at Nash’s new apartment he moved into recently.
I walk into the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out the cool water. Soon I hear Nash’s loud footsteps thumping towards the kitchen.
“Hey, you okay? I started freaking out when I didn’t see you.” His voice is concerned. I notice now, he isn’t wearing a shirt, but that’s the last thing on my mind.
I walk over to the top shelf, reaching up to grab a glass. I place it on the marble counter top before filling it with cold water.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just needed some water,” I reply, my voice evident that something was getting to me. I felt Nash’s hands on my hips, moving me to face him. He looks down at me, his eyes piercing into mine. I try holding myself together, not to let myself crack. But as I continue staring into his eyes, those eyes pleading for me to be honest, I break. I feel the tear building up and before I can stop it, I feel it slide down my cheek.
I hate it, I hate the feeling of letting them win. They don’t deserve to make me cry. So as soon as the odd tear falls I wipe it harshly, pushing past Nash to grab a tissue, trying to remove the fact that they’d broke me. I hate crying because of someone, it makes me feel weak, and I hate that feeling.
Before I reach the tissue box, Nash pulls me to his chest, his fingers combing through my hair, his raspy voice quieting me. I let him hold me, not moving to put my arms around him, I just stare off, thinking about what the girls said about me.
They aren’t right. I know they aren’t. But somehow their words still affect me. Perhaps it’s because Nash listens to them constantly, maybe to the extent he believes them when they say I’m using him.
“Hey, Y/n, look at me.” Nash’s calloused fingers graze against my skin lifting my chin to meet his eyes. I blink up at him, knowing how emotionless I look. It always worries Nash, but I know that if I show emotion, I’ll cry, and I don’t want to cry.
“What’s wrong?” I hear Nash’s voice crack, and I instantly break my wall. My heart’s pounding in my chest as I watch him intently, he looks to be on the bridge of crying. To know I’m causing that makes my heart pound faster, almost painfully.
“They think I’m too young. And I know that what they’re saying is just words, and I shouldn’t listen to them, but for some reason, the pain of their disapproval haunts me.” I whisper, pulling Nash down to hug him, tightly wrapping my arms around his neck. He snuggles into my neck, kissing me softly, making me tense at the ticklish feeling.
“I’m sorry, they just don’t want us togeth-”
“But why?” I pull away, my voice slightly raising. I realise now that this is why the pain is so strong. My ignorance to their reasons for hating me. I don’t know why.
“I don’t know, Y/n, I wish I did.” I move away from Nash, nodding. I understand that he can’t do much to change their minds. So instead of fighting, I move. I need time to breathe and get my head out of the negative thoughts. But a pang of hurt hits as Nash doesn’t follow me. But I won’t admit that.
As I’m sitting down on the couch surfing through movies on Netflix, I heard my phone ding, signalling I have a notification. I didn’t want to open it until it dinged four more times. I sigh, stretching over to snatch my phone, picking it up and turning it on. I see that they are all tweets from Nash. I go on to Twitter and smile. Nash had tweeted about me.
I rush up into his bedroom, jumping into his lap. I smile as I pepper kisses across his face. His melodious laugh making my smile grow.
As I pull away and notice our heavy breathing, I lean my forehead against his.
“Thank you.” He leans forward and captures my lips in a sweet kiss.
“Anything for you.”
shawnstilinski
Request: Can you do an imagine where your with cam at a friends house and the jacks and madison are there and you overhear them talking bad about you so you just ran away and yeah 😂💕
A/n: I don’t think either of the Jack’s or Madison would say something like that, but for the storyline, they’ll be assholes
[Y/n - ‘your name’ Y/n/n - ‘your nickname’]
Y/n’s POV
I snuggled closer to Cam as we both got comfortable on the couch. Cam placed a soft kiss on the top of my head and wrapped his strong arm around me tighter.
“Babe, what’s the time?” Cam whispered breathlessly, like he was going to fall asleep.
I looked over at the clock on the other side of the room.
“Half past 5, why?” Cam shot up, almost pushing me off the couch.
“Half past 5? Crap, I’m meant to go to Taylor’s house party,” Cam got off the couch, making sure he didn’t push me off.
“But you just got home from a meeting. I thought we were meant to hang out today anyways?” It felt like I hadn’t see Cameron in forever, he was always at meetings or getting stuff ready for the new ‘Magcon’.
“I’m sorry Y/n, it’s just I haven’t seen the guys in forever. Hey, why don’t you come with me, you’re friends with the guys, come on, we’ll have fun?”
I wasn’t a party-type person, but seeing the hopeful look on Cam’s face made me think I should just be a little loose, just for tonight.
“Okay, but please don’t leave me. I’m not that close with all your friends,” Cam nodded and pulled me upstairs with him to get changed.
I had changed into a maroon halter top, ripped black skinny jeans, my white high-top converse and a grey cardigan, as it looked like it was going to be a little cold out. Cam wore a white shirt with a black denim-like vest, with black jeans with one knee cut and his black vans.
“Damn, Y/n/n, you look gorgeous, as usual,” I blushed at Cam’s compliment and kissed him, taking him of guard. I wasn’t usually this spontaneous, but the adrenaline of going to a party made me feel happy and lively.
As we were driving, we put down all the windows and played the music loud. We were singing horribly off key and dancing as well as we could being constrained by our seatbelt.
We parked across from the party and noticed there were heaps of people pooling out of the house. Taylor’s house was huge, so seeing so many people outside made me worried about how many there were inside.
Lights were coming out from the open door and windows.
Walking inside was quite difficult, Cam didn’t let go of my hand afraid he’ll lose me in the huge crowd.
Once we got inside we were greeted with the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies. Just your average teen party.
“I’m gonna get us some drinks!” Cam shouted over the music letting go of my hand. I nodded and watched him disappear in the mass of sweaty, dancing bodies.
I moved over to a quieter place of the house and noticed Dillon and Sammy talking, each holding a red solo cup.
“Hey guys!” I still had to shout over the music.
“Y/n! Hey, what’s up?” I just shrugged and nodded over to the girl that was fiercely checking Sammy out.
“Who’s the chick?” Sammy, slightly dazed, looks to his side and nodded to the girl wearing a light blue crop top and a skirt where if she bent down her whole ass would be out for show. But she did look really pretty.
“I don’t know but I’m going to find out,” Dillon and I laughed as Sammy walked over to the girl and left with her upstairs in five minutes.
“Wanna drink, I’m going to get some,” I shook my head no and watched Dillon walk away leaving me all alone.
I decided I’d try to find Cameron, as I hadn’t seen him the whole time. I was walking around the huge house, bumping into people, trying to move past teenagers making out and trying not to get trampled by the huge mass of people dancing.
“Why did Cam even bring her? She’s no fun. I would’ve brought his ex instead,”
“Yeah, I like his ex way better. She was hot and knew how to have fun,”
“Her clothes are stupid, like, really? That’s what you’re going to wear to a party?”
I heard familiar voices laugh in the room next to me. I looked down at my outfit and pulled down my sleeves self-consciously. My curiosity got the better of me and I peeked my head through the door. There sat both Jack’s and Madison laughing their asses off at the comments they made about me.
I felt a lump in my throat grow. I wouldn’t cry though, I was stronger than that. Instead I walked back to the front door, elbowing people to get out. I ran out of the door and straight to the car. I went to the other side of the car where no one would see me and leaned against it. I rested my head against the black metal and breathed out into the cool air. I opened my eyes and looked straight forward. Tears began to build up, but I wouldn’t let them fall. They didn’t deserve to make me cry. But I couldn’t stop thinking about them and what the said. These were people that I counted as friends, and they just treated me like that. I hated that I cared, I shouldn’t care what people thought of me. But I tried so hard to get them to like me because of Cam. All I could picture were their laughing faces picking at all my insecurities. It made me want to roll into a ball and hide in the corner.
I laid my head against the car and closed my eyes. I imagined Cam’s voice telling me not to let them get to me, to just block them out.
“Y/n? Y/n is that you?” My head whipped in the direction of Cameron’s voice. His figure was slowly walking towards me, I subconsciously wiped under my eyes in case of tears. Cam noticed and began jogging towards me.
“Y/n? Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?” Cam’s arms embraced me and pulled me against him. It took a while to hug him back, eventually I wrapped my arms around his waist.
He pulled back, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“Are you okay? Why were you crying?” I half-heartedly laughed shaking my head, smiling.
“Nothing. I’m fine, just something was in my eye. It’s nothing really,” Cam could see right through me and gave me a ‘why are you lying?’ face. I just shook my head and continued smiling. I knew how close the Jack’s were to Cam, I didn’t want to ruin their friendship, and knowing Cam, if I told him what they said, he’d go crazy on them.
“Y/n. Tell me the truth,” he said sternly, tilting my chin up so my eyes met his. My smile faded and I looked at him, scared to tell him the truth. I breathed out slightly and closed my eyes, thinking if I should tell him or not. I exhaled and opened my eyes.
“I’m sorry, but it’s about the Jack’s and Madison,” he nodded his head, and looked at me, nodding at me to continue.
“I was walking around looking for you, instead I found the Jack’s and Madison talking about me. In my curiosity, I listened. Cam they said stuff about how I’m not like your ex or how my clothes are stupid and I don’t know how to have fun. Cam I know I shouldn’t listen to them, but after trying so hard to make a good impression on them, it really took a big hit to my self-esteem,” I looked down at my hards fiddling with the sleeves of my cardigan, feeling stupid letting them get to me.
“Y/n look at me,” Cam gently said taking both my hands into his. I looked up to meet his gorgeous chocolate eyes.
“They don’t know the first thing about you, okay? They don’t know how amazing, talented or gorgeous you are. They don’t know about all the little things you do that make me think about how lucky I am to have you. They don’t know how much I love you,” I looked at Cam shocked. It was the first time he’s said ‘I love you’. I smiled and hugged his neck, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. His head snuggled into my neck as he whispered ‘I love you’ over and over again. I pulled away to kiss his lips gently.
“I love you too, and I’m sorry for letting them get to me.”
“Don’t think twice about it, baby. C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Cam took my hand and opened the passenger door letting me in. He got into the drivers side and took ahold of my hand as we drove all the way home.
Once we got home we walked upstairs, changed into something comfy and walked down to the living room. Cam made a huge bowl of popcorn and got Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream. We put on ‘Mean girls’ and snuggled closer to each other.
“I’m so in love with you, Y/n. Don’t you ever forget that,” Cam kissed my forehead in-between each word.
I lifted my head up from its comfy position on his shoulder and kissed him. His lips were soft and plump, and tasted slightly of buttered popcorn.
“I’m so in love with you too, Cameron Alexander Dallas, and don’t you ever forget that.”
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Anonymous asked:
Just imagine his cute little surprise face:
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Anonymous asked:
Since I’m having a lazy day myself:
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Anonymous asked:
Answered before, but I’ll just add more:
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Anonymous asked:
Honestly, I feel like the answer would change for the different type of kisses:
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Anonymous asked:
Okay I’m using bullets for this one too:
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Shawn tries to win back your heart and forgiveness, but something tells me that an apology just ain’t enough for you.
mrsrusso11
