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lynn loud x fem!reader headcanons . ✧.*

warnings: none i fink

꩜ she’s THE ultimate hype girlfriend

lynn is the type of girlfriend who hypes you up for everything—school presentations, your outfit, even just making it through a tough day. expect lots of loud, proud cheering. (and maybe even a small victory dance when you accomplish something)

꩜ very competitive

whether it’s video games, basket ball, or who can eat the most fries, lynn turns everything into a competition—but in a flirty, fun way. loser usually owes the winner a kiss. (which you both secretly hope to lose…. lowk)

꩜ touch-starved AF

she pretends she’s tough and doesn’t like pda, but the minute you’re alone, she melts into your arms. back hugs while you’re doing homework? constant. hand-holding under the lunch table? ABSOLUTELY.

꩜ secret soft side

she writes silly little love notes and hides them in your school bag or locker. they’re usually full of bad sports puns like “you r got my heart in overtime,” but they make your day everytime.

꩜ family chaos shield

being with lynn means being pulled into the loud house madness—but she’s protective. if chaos gets too overwhelming, she’ll whisk you away to the roof to stargaze and vent.

꩜ ‘my girl’ energy

she introduces you with “this is my girl” every chance she gets. she’s proud to be yours and wants everyone to know it—even if she acts chill about it afterwards.

꩜ nickname QUEEN

you get at least five different nicknames, most of them sports-related. “slugger,” “champ,” and “goalie” (even if you don’t play sports) are common. bonus points if you come up with a nickname for her too—she’ll pretend to hate it but secretly love it.

꩜ game night = date night

lynn loves spending time together doing fun, active stuff. laser tag, mini-golf, or even just playing catch in the park—those are her ideal dates. but she’ll totally suffer through a rom-com movie night if it means cuddling with you.

꩜ act of service

she’ll carry your books, walk you home, or make you playlists to help you study. she may not always say how much she cares, but she’ll show it constantly.

꩜ unexpectedly deep talks

late at night, when it’s just the two of you and everything’s quiet, lynn opens up about her fears, dreams, and what you mean to her. it’s a side of her most people don’t get to see, and it makes you fall for her even more.

divider by strangergraphics!

rova’s notes ౨ৎ

i got bored of writing the story + another apology for not writing for like 3 months….

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the texting series sounds SOO GOOD, maybe lynn??

hope you enjoy girl xxxx

warnings: swearing, bad humour, bad writing, that’s it xxx

lynn loud x fem!reader . ✧.*

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rova’s notes ౨ৎ

hope you guys like it!!!!! do you want more?? give some ideas!!!!

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OKAYOKAY SO I HAVE A LITTLE REQUEST💋💋

could you do lynn loud with a cheerleader girlfriend, and while lynn’s at a game reader messes up a stunt and gets hurt IDK I JUST WANT SOME CUTE FLUFF

-🤍

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✰ 𝐰𝐜 :: 𝟕𝟔𝟎

✰ 𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟗𝟗.𝟗𝟗% 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥...

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YOU WERE STANDING WITH your back to the crowd, eyes solely on your girlfriend as you watched her run to the end of the field with the ball in her hand. She was simply a flash of red in the distance, the '1' on her back the only confirmation it was her. You were jumping up and down, screaming, and waving your pompoms in the air. Lynn made it to the end of the field, scoring a touchdown for the team. The stands behind you were booming with chants and stomps, Lynn had just put the team up by six points.

You and the team began a cheer, the sea of eyes now focusing on your practiced movements as they continued to shout. You moved around with ease, preparing yourself for every move you had to make before you made it. There was one particular stunt that always made you nervous, standing with one leg in the air while some of the girls held you up by your other. During practice, it was always perfect. But with all these unfamiliar eyes watching you, you couldn't help the trembling that your body had begun to do as you took your mark.

The first few seconds were a breeze; you smiling from ear to ear, the crowd roaring before you, Lynn's admiring gaze from the field behind you. Then, the worst thing imaginable happened. It was a complete blur; the readjustment of a hand, the slip of a foot, the frightening screams as you fell to the ground, and the pain that shot through your foot when you landed.

Your team surrounded you instantly, kneeling beside you, and brushing your hair from your face.

"Are you okay?!"

"Can you hear us?"

"Where does it hurt?"

So many questions, so many voices, and yet you could only focus on one. Lynn was pushing her way through the circle of people that had formed around you. "Move!" she shouted, shoving a scrawny boy to the side. "Move you idiot that's my girlfriend!" she screamed at another, the young girl cowering away. She fell down to your side, eyes widening at your teary face. The droplets hadn't stopped falling, you hadn't even noticed them start.

Lynn pulled off her helmet and disregarded it somewhere on the ground. "What happened? Who did it? How bad does it hurt?" she rambled, eyes frantically looking you over.

An ambulance was called to take you to the hospital, Lynn hadn't left your side. Your hand was in hers the entire ride there.

"You're gonna be fine pretty," she nodded her head, "you're gonna be fine."

"It hurts so bad," you mumbled, wiping your face with your other hand.

"I know it does. I remember the first time I hurt my ankle during a game, it was the worst thing ever. I thought i'd never play again, I thought my life was over," she explained, scoffing at the memory. "But then I remembered how good it felt to be on the field, and I knew I couldn't give up. So that's what you're gonna do."

"I'm gonna remember what it's like to cheer?" you asked, tilting your head.

"Yeah!" She stood up in the van, wobbled, sat back down. "You're gonna remember how good it feels bossing those girls around, you're gonna remember how good you look doing it, and you're gonna remember how badass you look in that skirt!" She was screaming now, giving one of her classic Lynn Loud pep talks. Despite the pain you felt, you laughed at her antics.

"You're so cute."

"You're cute," she smirked, "even with a twisted ankle."

"Lynn! That's not funny..." you whined, taking your hand from hers and crossing your arms.

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood! Your eyes are so puffy, stop looking like a loser." She pushed some of your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear and smiling.

"I feel like one. I messed up the stunt, and now i'm riding in an ambulance. It's embarrassing."

"You know who gets embarrassed?" she raised a brow, "Losers."

"Lynn!"

"Am I allowed to kiss you in here?" she whispered, leaning closer to you. Her eyes briefly glanced at the EMTs that were sitting across from you.

"Why wouldn't you be?" you whispered back, smirking.

"I just wanted to make sure you were cool with it," she shrugged, "because i'm cool with it if you're cool with it."

"Then consider yourself cool with it."

She leaned in and pecked your lips, cheeks turning red when she returned back to her seat. She nodded to herself, visibly satisfied.

"Yeah..." you mumbled, "I'm gonna be fine."

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thinking about the most fucking sensual tension filled possible dancing with Shawn Hunter at a party.... some 90s rnb song plays in the background and he’s making eyes at you because of course he is, only you're making eyes right back at him. you're dancing real close to each other before you know it, and you're both well aware that it's not just dancing. anyone who looks at you can tell you're fighting the urge not to rip each others clothes off. it's quickly followed by an intense, desperate makeout session in a closet. the way he kisses you, the way he touches you tells you how long he's been wanting to do this.

"We shouldn't be doing this..." you mutter into his mouth. you're Topanga's best friend, he's Cory's best friend, you shouldn't sneak around your friends like this. the rest of the sentance hangs unspoken in the nonexistant space between you, but the feeling of your hands on his skin, in his hair, on his cheek has him throwing caution to the wind.

"I don't care," he moans into your mouth, pulling you closer. he pushes his tongue into your mouth and his hands slide under your clothes, and honestly you don't care either. you're sure you can deal with whatever concequences this leads to when you get to them, but for now, you'll indulge yourselves and get dizzy off each other's touch while the party rages on in the next room.

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SHAWN HUNTER ; moonlight

summary ; friends to lovers makeout sesh

warnings ; language, horribley written makeout session, no smut you degenerates

track ; moonlight ; chase atlantic

word count ; 1.5k

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Y/n and Shawn, Shawn and Y/n. A duo to last centuries and possibly go down in history, at this rate. Obviously, the two had other friends, but they shared a weird bond.

Meeting in eighth grade in English class, due to a music reference that bonded the two, they became very close friends. Now, juniors in high school, they sit in Corey Matthew's bedroom, also accompanied by Topanga Lawrence and Angela Moore. The group were having a sleepover, playing typical 90s teen games such as truth or dare and telephone.

"Hey, should we get snacks and watch a movie downstairs?" Corey asks, seeing the clock read 9:30 beside him.

The group nod and agree.

Corey leads Topanga and Angela to his bedroom door, and notices Y/n and Shawn falling behind, ruffling through their backpacks. He turns away, assuming they were looking for their pajamas or blankets, and leads the two girls downstairs to the kitchen. Seeing the coast is clear, the two look at each other, sharing an awkward look.

Brows furrowed and lips sealed, Shawn is the first to move, making his way to sit next to Y/n. In response, they move their backpack over and lean against the side of Corey's bed. Shawn fidgets with his fingers, avoiding eye contact. Y/n does the same, biting the inside of their cheek, fidgeting with the hem of their shirt.

"So, uhm..." Shawn mumbles, looking up at them for a moment, "What're we gonna do about the obvious?..."

They shrug in response, glancing at Shawn next to them. "We don't have to do anything, I mean, I thought you were going out with Angela-"

"Enough about Angela, please" Shawn speaks, "This is about me and you. Shawn and Y/n. We obviously like each other, right? I mean, I'm not getting this wrong, right?" He asks them.

They shake their head no, "I mean, I like you if you like me, I don't fucking know" they awkwardly chuckle.

He nods.

The two bask in silence for a few minutes, unaware of where to take the conversation or handle the situation.

Shawn looks up at Y/n as they glance at him, and holds eye contact, staring into their eyes. He admires their face, unable to think in the moment. He's just mesmerized by how perfect their physical appearance was. Their nose was perfect, their eyes were beautiful, their lips perfectly shaped for his.

He'd already realized that he genuinely liked his friend for more than their appearance, their personality is what got him invested in them anyways. How they had such an amazing music taste, their kindness, their comedic sarcasm, their reasonability, their anxiousness that skyrocketed even over small things. It made him crumble to see them smiling and giggling over one of his jokes.

"Can I kiss you?" Shawn quickly asks, voice almost cracking as he speaks. "Please?"

They nod, slowly moving their right hand to his jawline.

Once he feels the light pressure of their fingers on his jawline, he quickly smashes his lips against theirs, and cups their face with his hands. His fingers brush against their hair a bit, sending a shiver down their spine.

He pulls them closer, feeling that they weren't pulling away from the kiss as he deepens it some more, pressing his lips onto theirs as hard as he could.

He pulls them onto his lap, their knees on each side of his thighs to support their weight. They pull away for a moment and look down at him, hands on his shoulders, silently asking if he's okay with the situation. He leans back in, pulling them forward as a response.

They tug on his hair a bit, pressing their body as physically close to his as they could. He takes a deep sigh, breathing for a moment before looking back up at them.

"You okay? Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!-" Y/n quickly speaks, pulling their hands away, holding them up.

"No, no, no, no" Shawn shakes his head. "You're fine, uhm... I like that...?"

They furrow their brows, "Is that a question or a statement?"

Shawn rolls his eyes in embarrassment as he mumbles his answer. "Statement"

They giggle, covering their mouth with their dominant hand.

"Don't laugh at me, asshole!" Shawn smiles, "You're the one sitting on my lap"

They quickly change their smile to a blank face, quickly placing one hand in the back of his hair, the other on his shoulder.

Shawn's eyes slightly widen as his smile falters, feeling embarrassed, slightly scared, and very flustered. He knows they'll tug at his hair at any given second, trying to scare him.

"Sorry, sorry!"

They shake their head with a little smile and lean back in, the hand on his shoulder moving towards his neck. He groans again as they pull at his hair, and he moves one hand down to their waist, the other resting at the nape of their neck to hold them close.

The two sit against the side of Corey's bed, making out while their three friends were downstairs debating over the choice of movie to watch. They mutually pull away to breathe, and they smile, giggling a bit.

"Your tooth gap is really cute by the way, I dunno if I said that four years ago" Y/n whispers, their thumb caressing his cheek.

Shawn smiles and giggles, "Thank you" He says, speaking quietly as he's flustered. "I think I like you on top of me like this"

"I think I do too" they shrug, tugging at his hair lightly.

He groans, "Mmm-stop! They'll hear us!" He gasps, glancing back at the bedroom door behind him.

They tug at his hair again to tease him, and he makes them stop by pulling them in for another kiss. He slowly maneuvers them off his lap, and shoves them by the shoulders onto the floor, and he crawls on top of them, and straddles them. The straps of his leather jacket dangle as he looks down at them with a smug smile.

"Told you to stop"

They smile as well, moving some hair out of their face. "Doesn't mean I will"

They tug at his hair again, just a little too hard, however.

Downstairs, Corey, Topanga, and Angela hear Shawn yelp in pain and shout Y/n's name. Then some profuse apologizing.

"I'm pretty sure they heard us, Shawn"

"That hurt!"

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somebody had to say it

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JUST ONCE? જ⁀➴ sombr / shane boose

.ᐟ In which you and Sombr cross the boundaries of your friendship

warnings: suggestive but no actual smut. kissing and slowly leading up to intimacy, knowing you shouldnt but not being able to resist.

The two of you were curled up on Shane’s bed after a late night out, legs tangled underneath the blanket, laughter still lingering in the air. Shane’s hand gently traced along your hip then your waist, but this time he didn’t pull away. The silence was filled with something heavier. You turned to make eye contact with him, but Shane was already staring.

“..Is this okay?” He asked gently, his voice a bit gruff yet kind. His eyes searched yours gently, his tone unsure. You two were best friends—it was normal for you two to share intimate glances, but it was never like this. Never so.. intimate.

Instead of replying, you slowly leaned in and gave a small peck to his lips—just testing the waters. Shane gently pulled away, tracing your jaw before gently pulling you onto his lap. His hand down to your lower back, gently holding you, a little more desperate. “This isn’t right Shane,” you said shakily, knowing damn well you wanted to do this.

“Tell me to stop then.” He whispered, gruffly but not unkind, knowing damn well what he was doing. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” He gently caressed your waist, getting you slowly worked up for him. You tried to respond—but you just couldn’t. Not when you’ve been craving this for so long. All you could do was hold him a bit tighter, leaning down to place a sloppy kiss to his neck.

Shane let out a little whimper, enjoying your kisses on his neck. It’s something the both of you had been craving for so long, but now that it was happening it just didn’t seem real. He had never been this intimate with somebody, never so.. vulnerable. But with you? He felt safe.

Lips touched, clothes came off, and every action between the two of you showed your trust in eachother. This wasn’t just an impulsive choice, it was something Shane and you had thought about multiple times, just never communicated beyond eachother.

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a/n: decided to write something about sombr for the first time !!! i have been thinking about it for a while but i finally did it, lmk how you feel abt it, hope you enjoyed !!! જ⁀➴

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Some Eddie fluff? Idk but I miss him.

“He’s been staring at you all fucking night.” Eddie groans, running his hand over his face for the fifth time at least.

You smirk at him as your eyes wander over to the guy in question. He was indeed staring, his blue eyes shining in the glow of the bonfire. He shoots a wink in your direction making you roll your eyes.

“Hargrove?” you giggle, your lighthearted tone making Eddie groan even louder.

“Yes, Hargrove. With his stupid muscles and his stupid tight jeans and his..”

“Eds.” you interrupt his rambling. His big brown eyes meet yours as you scoot even closer to him on the grass.

“Hm?”

“Not my type.” you whisper, leaning in to kiss his lips gently.

“No? What exactly is your type?” Eddie smiles, his perfect lips catching your attention.

“Mmm.. lanky, tatted, a little weird, a lot nerdy..”

“I’m not that nerdy..” he chuckles as his arm wraps around your waist. You snuggle in even closer smelling his cheap cologne along with his camel blues. Your favorite smell.

“Adorable, funny, big heart, even bigger di-”

“O-okay, alright sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, pulling you to the ground with him. You roll over, resting on your elbow.

“You, Eddie. It’s always gonna be you.” you hum, laying your head on his chest.

“I know baby, just wanted to hear you say it.” Eddie says softly, his strong arms pulling you in.

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Boyfriend tax

(That short read)

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Summary // Five loves the boyfriend tax.

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You’re all too familiar with the boyfriend tax, the second you have any kind of food in hand it’s as if Five can smell it, he comes straight over and takes a bite as he mumbles “boyfriend tax” with a grin.

There was a time where you tried to protest, you were standing in the kitchen, just finished making a sandwich but before you do anything Five stood in front of you, a shit eating grin plastered on his face. You knew what was about to happen, trying moving the plate but it was too late, he took it, took a bite and gave you a kiss, trying not to laugh as he ate. All you could do was stand there in disbelief, how did he even do that? “Love you” he chuckles, pulling you in for a hug as you can’t help but laugh. After a moment you ask “why do you always do that?” A small laugh following as you pull away from Five to look at his face, watching as he thought about it, reaching his hand for the plate again. You playfully slap his hand away, laughing as he pouts.

“I do it because of the boyfriend tax” he states proudly “what the fuck is the boyfriend tax?” You ask, more confused than before, Five shrugs “you make food, I test it for you” he smirks, giving you a small kiss catching your laugh. “So the boyfriend tax is you testing my food?” Laughing as the silliness of it all, he nods “yeah, pretty much” a grin still present on his face. You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head lightly as you grab the plate and head to the island, watching as your boyfriend saunters back off into your bedroom, disappearing as fast as he appeared.

You never really mind the boyfriend tax, it was now quick he was to claim it that amazed you, that and the cheek of him.

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AuNote // hi guys! Thanks for all the love on my previous posts! Sorry for not posting much, I’ve got a few things in the words I’m hoping to post soon! Happy reading!:)<3

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"I could die right here and I'd be the happiest man."

Shane sighed against your abdomen, burying his face in it as the words left his mouth muffled.

You giggled as your fingers ran through his messy curls.

The two of you were lying on your bed, and he had just gotten home from the studio after a long day of recording.

“I bet, sweetheart."

You murmured, your eyes glued to his relaxed face. His arms were wrapped around your waist when he suddenly crawled up on top of you and proceeded to place a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You're too pretty.” Another kiss, but this time on the corner of your lip. "And I'm in love with you.” You let out a smitten giggle that made his eyes sparkle with love for you, and you leaned forward to peck his lips.

“I'm in love with you, too”.

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Birthday Wishes

Warren Peace x Reader

Prompt: Hey today is my birthday and I was wondering if you could do a Warren Peace one shot for me? The plot can be anything just something cute maybe

Note: Happy birthday @missamberv​ ! Sorry this is SO late, but I hope you like it! <3

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.0k

Warren Peace knew two things. One: he liked you. A lot. And two: he didn’t have that much to offer you. He didn’t like to think about the latter all that much.

With his dad being one of the most infamous super-villains in the entire world, he had an interesting reputation to say the least. You didn’t seem to mind, which he was thankful for, but he didn’t want his public image to affect your own. In fact, that was the last thing he wanted.

At first, to amend this, he just attempted to stay away from you. Keyword: attempted. It wasn’t unexpected of him to act pretty standoffish to 98% of the student population of Sky High. He dressed in all black, he didn’t talk much, he shot fire from his hands, and most of the kids he went to school with would swear he never smiled.

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thinking abt being scared to be too clingy w katsuki...

"jisu you seem like you think abt being too clingy a LOT. didn't you just recently write this fic and that fic that are basically the exact same prompt?" no you can sybau.

you’re standing in the doorway of his dorm, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

he’s sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, legs spread just enough to be inviting without trying. hoodie half-zipped, sweats hanging low on his hips, phone in one hand, completely relaxed.

you are not.

you want to sit with him. in his lap. be tucked in, held tight, kissed maybe once or twice until you melt into him like sugar in hot tea.

but your feet don’t move.

you feel like if you climb into his space first, it’ll make it obvious how badly you want it. how you’ve been thinking about it all day. how when you woke up this morning, a part of you was already aching for his arms.

and what if he doesn’t want that right now?

what if he’s tired, or busy, or just not feeling it?

you shift from foot to foot.

his eyes flick up for only a second before going back to his phone.

“you comin’ in or just gonna stand there lookin’ like an idiot?”

your cheeks flush a little.

“shut up.”

he hums. doesn’t banter. just sets his phone aside, like, completely, not even face-up, and looks at you properly now. tilts his head a little.

and you see it. the way his gaze softens. the way his mouth twitches like he’s trying not to smile, because if he does, the world will probably collapse or something.

he opens his arms. slow, easy.

“c'mere.”

you hesitate. not because you don’t want to. but because you do, and that’s the part that always scares you. you want him so much. you love him with your whole heart and soul and would spend every second being close with him if you could. but does he? are you being too much? too clingy? your own insecurity and self-doubt eats at you.

he catches that in your face. always does. so he adds, voice lower now:

“c’mon, sweetheart. don’t make me ask twice.”

maybe the nickname does it. or maybe it's his tone, or the look in his eyes. either way, it does you over.

you pad over quietly, still a little unsure, until you’re standing between his knees. he reaches for your hips, not rough like how he does most things, but careful, like he doesn’t want to rush you.

“lemme hold you, yeah?”

you nod.

and that’s it.

he pulls you in, smooth and easy, guiding you into his lap like you’ve always belonged there. one arm wraps firm around your lower back. the other slides up under your hoodie to settle warm against your spine.

he exhales deep, like tension he didn’t even notice was there just fell out of his chest.

“fuck. there you are.”

you melt.

your face tucks into his neck. your arms go around his shoulders. your whole body curls up like it knows exactly how to fit against him now. no more guessing. no more hovering.

he rubs your back, slow and steady, fingers dragging ticklishly but soothingly along skin.

“you don’t gotta wait for me to say it every time,” he mumbles into your hair.

“if you want this, just take it. always want you close.”

you nod against his neck, lips brushing warm against his pulse.

and he holds you tighter, just for a moment, like he needs to be sure you believe it.

you do.

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Imagine Sean Cassidy trying to impress you.

“So you can make an obnoxiously loud noise?” You said to Sean, after Hank had explained his ability in scientific forms. It was all just jargon to you, you didn’t understand most of it.

“Pretty much,” Sean said with a shrug. “But it can do some pretty cool things.”

You looked at the redhead with a bored expression, but got to your feet and walked in his direction nonetheless. “Can you show me?” You asked. “Come on, blow me away.”

“Just - cover your ears.” Sean said. You made a dramatic show of putting your hands over your ears, squeezing tight. Instead of looking towards you, he faced the direction of the large window and made a whistling sort of noise. At least, that was what you could hear, and the glass shattered into billions of tiny pieces. When you were sure it was over, you moved your hands away.

“Alright, I can see how that comes a little in handy,” You smiled, genuinely thinking that it was cool. “But I don’t think you should be joining the opera anytime soon.”

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please write more sombr fics!!!! i absolutely love your writing! literally making me blush just from reading your stuff!

Thank youuuu <33

Cw: a little suggestive at the end, not smut but kind of alluding to it?

sombr x g!nreader 550 words

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“You’re staring again.”

Shane states as his eyes meet yours through the mirror in your shared bedroom

You immediately protest, even though you definitely were.

Shane just smirks because he knows you were too.

It's really not your fault. How could you not stare when he’s getting ready to go out? His usually unruly curls are now slightly more refined, his hands are quickly moving to set his tie around his neck, and his smile is downright blinding.

He looks good, and he's your boyfriend, and you only have so much strength.

You sigh and push yourself off your bed, making your way over to him. You keep your eyes locked in the mirror as you wrap your hands around his waist. 

You feel him sigh as you do so, relaxing into your touch. 

His smile is goofy and off-kilter as he greets you in a flirtatious tone,

“Hey, babe.”

“Hi” 

You murmur it quietly with your face pressed into his shirt.

He continues to smile dopily at you through the mirror. 

He notices you continuing to stare and tilts his head,

“What? Do I have something on my face or something? And don’t say you aren’t staring because you definitely are.”

You giggle and untangle yourself from him,

“No, your face is beautiful. Am I not allowed to look at my boyfriend?”

He smirks

“Oh, you're definitely allowed to look at your boyfriend. Actually, it's encouraged. Maybe if you’re feeling generous, you'd touch him too. He’d probably like that.”

You snort,

“Yeah, he probably would.”

You roll your eyes at him, but melt when his hand comes to cup your cheek. His eyes are soft when they meet yours, but they have a slight hint of mischief in them.

“You feeling generous, Baby?”

“No, but you must be considering you’re the one who’s touching me.”

He hums in return

“Fair argument.”

He steps closer toward you, removing his hand from your face and moving them down to your waist to pull you in. Once you're pressed up against him, he kisses you. Your hand grasps his bicep, and the other makes its way to his hair.

As he slowly pulls his lips away from yours and he whispers

“Feeling generous now?”

You push him away,

“You're insatiable!”

He cackles and grabs you just as you turn to leave,

“I’m sorry! I had to!” he laughs as he pulls you into his front, wrapping his long arms around you.

You don’t give in and keep your arms firmly locked to your sides and your head pressed into his chest.

“Touch me!” 

“No,” you reply.

“Please?”

“Reduced to begging now?”

“Does it turn you on?”

You scoff at him, but end up hugging him back. 

“It could”

He stares down at you with a hungry expression just as a timer on his phone goes off, signaling he has to leave soon.

You laugh wickedly at his disappointed expression.

You take your hands up to his collar and tighten his tie, then move them down his chest to clear any wrinkles from his shirt, but also to work him up. Actually, you did it mostly to work him up.

“Tease.”

“Only for you”

You lean up and give him a quick peck before pulling away and pushing him toward the door, prompting him to leave.

[xelmokidx]

Request for Shane Boose (Sombr), with a girlfriend who makes like whimsy folk music, fluff, with a little bit of anxiety on readers part because his musics getting big and shes so proud but she is scared because hes getting bigger, and maybe she isnt enough now. Please and thank you!!

Heyyy, finally someone I can share my sombr obsession with lol!!! Thank you for requesting :)

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You have loved music since before you knew how talk. You've been making it for what seems like forever. Everything about music spoke to you. Lyrics that resinated with the masses, and squeezed your heart strings, guitar melodies that had you dreamily staring off into space, and piano chords that you could feel deep in your soul.

When you got your first guitar you were 11 years old. You knew you wanted to be a musician from the start. You slowly worked up the skills to make melodies for your lyrics and when you were 15 you figured out how to produce your own music and upload it on Spotify.

You still don't understand how it happened. People fell in love with your music so quickly. they started calling it "whimsical masterpieces" and your sounds started trending on TikTok and filtered over to other social media platforms. It happened so quickly that you couldn't even pause for a second. You put out song after song and wrote lyrics like there was no tomorrow.

When you got a record deal you were thrilled, It was new and exciting. They helped you produce your first full album and got you a tour. You couldn't wait to meet all the people who had made this happen for you. All the fans who streamed your music.

You had never been better.

until you met him.

Your tour manager told you about a new singer, he went by the name "Sombr". you had heard his song Caroline from a few years back and instantly fell in love with his voice. You'd been listening to his music ever since.

You were ecstatic to know that you'd not only be meeting him, but living with him on a tour bus for months. You hoped a friendship could bloom and maybe even be able to make some music with him.

As tour kicked off it was all a blur of busses, endless fans, new cities, but meeting Shane stuck out. Shane was never a blur.

He was truly a ray of light and a center of peace on the hectic tour. He was funny and smart and your fans loved him as well as his fans loved you.

A friendship bloomed quicker than you could've imagined, you hit it off immediately.

Post show movie nights snuggled on the couch. Playing each other new song ideas, jamming out on guitar, and reading quietly beside each other.

It was nice to have someone you could talk to about a newfound fame.

That was until his song "Back to Friends" blew up completely.

More and more people started coming to your shows to see him open, and you were so proud of him, but it seemed that you and him had less and less in common in the months that followed.

You got more distant, your brain insisting that because of his newfound popularity that you weren't a good enough musician to hang out with him. You thought that he would leave eventually and become to big to even remember your existence.

Shane noticed, of course he did.

He had been confused. he thought he'd made a friend and wanted to confide in you about the rapid success he had gained, but you seemed off. You smiled at him, congratulated him, but avoided spending any extra time with him if you could help it.

It hurt his feelings, if he were being honest, he had started having more romantic feelings toward you and was going to ask you out before you started distancing yourself.

Shane started going over everything he could have done wrong in his head. Did he say something, or do something that made you upset?

he knew he could be loud, sometimes too much. He thought you liked it though. He always felt like he could be his truest self around you.

After a show in Boston he decided to talk to you, if it was something he did, he needed to make it right.

he missed you.

As expected he watched you get off the stage and pass him, you murmured a quick and concise,

"you sounded great out there earlier"

but before he could say anything back, you had already left and headed toward the tour bus.

He frowned, and took a deep breath before following you out of the venue.

"y/n!" he shouted after you,

It looked As if the sound of his voice pained you, or startled you because when you stopped walking it took you a few moments to turn around. Internally battling on wether or not you should keep walking.

wow.

Shane thought,

I must have really fucked this up.

He ran up to meet you, his facial expression could only be described as a kicked puppy. His brown eyes pleading before he said anything to you,

"y/n, look I know I'm a lot. I can be shitty, I'm loud, I'm rowdy, I talk too much, I'm too unserious, and I know you can do so much better but I really like you and I need you to tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. please."

you took a sharp breath in.

The pain in his voice startled you, you had no idea he felt that way about you, you never wanted to hurt him. You were just protecting yourself from the pain that would come when he inevitably left you behind to start his newfound career.

"Shane," you said like it pained you.

Before you could explain yourself he cut you off again,

"No. Don't do that. I need to know what I did wrong, I miss you okay? I miss you so fucking much it hurts. I miss cuddling on the couch, I miss your laugh, your smile, everything about you, and you just left. You're still here but you're gone and I need to know how to get you back and-"

You kissed him.

You kissed him.

You couldn't stand watching him beat himself up over your stupid tendency to hide yourself away.

the kiss was sweet, it was soft and gooey, it was everything you had ever dreamed about. His lips were soft and you could feel his little breaths of air puff across your face. the tickle of his curls brushing your cheeks.

you smiled against his lips and he pulled away gasping softly. He rested his forehead against yours and his eyebrows were scrunched like he was in pain,

"you- I-, you left, Why-"

"Shane," you whispered

"I thought you were going to leave me." you croaked out

"What?"

"You were doing so good with your music, I mean I don't even know why you're still opening for my tour, I should be opening for you now."

you sigh.

"I just thought that once your music started kicking off you'd be so enthralled by the fame that you'd forget about me. I mean I'm not a good enough musician to even be seen talking with you anymore"

"no," He sounded like your words were a knife that sliced right through him,

"You are the best musician I know and I don't know how you could ever think I could forget about you. you are everything to me. Don't you get it? You're everything. I'd give it all up to be by your side."

"Shane," you breathed out

you brought your lips back up to his for another kiss. This one was firmer, passion poured into every part of it. You wanted this forever. You wanted him forever, and you thought he might feel the same.

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[xelmokidx]

Please do more Sombr! I finally found someone who writes for him

Hiii, this was very open ended so I decided to do a sick fic?? I hope that’s okayyyyy

Shane Boose (sombr) x gn!reader

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It was a long show. You had just got done singing for thousands of fans and your body was screaming at you.

This morning you had woken up with a sore throat, nothing major, definitely not enough to tell Shane about so you went on with your day.

You tried drinking water, the scratch was still there. You tried drinking peppermint tea, no such luck. Every single one of your efforts were promptly discarded by your newfound illness.

You knew if you told Shane about it he would insist you postpone the show, but you just couldn’t.

You couldn’t let your fans down like that. They had sold out your tour in minutes. Your management kept showing you videos of fans gushing about how excited they were to see you live. The guilt, you decided, would outweigh the pain of singing with a sore throat.

It was fine. Nothing a little pain killers couldn’t fix.

During the show you really tried your hardest. Your voice cracked at some parts, but you and your fans took it all in stride. By the end you got the chills, you pushed it off. If you don’t acknowledge the fact that you have a fever, it will go away, right?

Wrong.

It only got worse, and by the end of the show you were exhausted mentally and physically. Physically you felt like you just got rammed by a bus and stomped on by an elephant. Your body ached, your muscles screamed at you, and your voice was gone completely. Mentally you were tired. After pushing through all day you just wanted to get in bed and rot there for the rest of your miserable existence. Your head felt foggy and you felt disoriented.

When you walked off the stage Shane immediately knew something was off. He had know something was wrong earlier, but all of his inquiries were shut down by you,

“I’m fine really.”

“Shane. I don’t have a sore throat I just have taking up a liking for peppermint recently”

“I’m not warm, it’s just hot in here”

So on, and so forth.

He had been keeping a close eye on you all night. Your voice, although beautiful, was strained. He saw you stumble on stage, and your eyebrows scrunch as if you were in pain.

He mentally confirmed that you were sick when you walked off the stage, didn’t say a word to anyone, and immediately buried your head into his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you and lowered his head down to place a kiss atop of yours. As his lips reached your forehead he could feel the heat radiating off of you,

“Oh baby” his voice was pitying,

“Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good?”

He asked while slowly rocking you back and forth in his arms. The movement did nothing for the exhaustion that was seeping from your bones, you just whined into his shirt.

“Cmon, let me take care of you okay?”

You nodded into his chest and then used all of your energy to painstakingly remove yourself from his chest. The new angle let you actually look up at him.

He was looking at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, and honestly, you were feeling quite sorry for yourself so you just gave in and looked at him with what you assumed were wide and begging eyes.

He knew immediately what you were asking and sighed.

“Princess” he murmured

But he smiled, and made his way over to you. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your shared hotel room.

[xelmokidx]

hellooo lovely i’m in love with ur sombr fics!!!

i actually got a request of my own. established relationship, were they go on a cute date together and maybe take cute pics in a photoboothhhh idk i though this might be cute:3

Hiiiii thank you sm! I'm so happy people have been liking the sombr fics lol I have so many requests sitting in my inbox for him so I've been working my way through them. I hope you enjoyyyy

sombr x gn!reader 880 words

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When Shane had requested to go to an amusement park today, you had eagerly agreed even though you worked a long shift the night before and wee slightly (extremely) exhausted.

He had just got back from tour, you missed him.

It was hard to find time to hang out, but with the success hes had recently you fear its only going to get worse.

Now that he's back home, you want to spend all the time you can with him before he has to leave again.

So, here you are at an amusement park, with your sneakers digging into your heels and your feet absolutely screaming at you for standing so long in the what seemed like endless lines. 

He had dragged you on rollercoaster after rollacoster and all over the park. It was fun, but now the amount of walking paired with your poor shoe choice is starting to wear you down.

He seems to notice this because his strides have slown down to match yours, and he lets you lean on him to take some of the pressure off. 

Suddenly, he steers you toward a bench and takes your shoulders in his hands to push you down.

“You're tired,” he accuses

You weren't willing to ruin one of the few days you had planned together, so you replied with a small

“No”

He looked at you, his brown eyes studying your face,

“Liar.” 

You just sigh

His hands rub up and down your arm, and he moves one of his hands to cup your face.

“Baby, why didn't you say something?”

His cooing tone is what breaks you. You hide your face in your hands as your eyes well up.

“I'm having fun, I swear! I just worked a long shift last night, and I really wanted to see you. I missed you. You said you wanted to go to the amusement park, and I did too! It's just I'm a little bit exhausted from my shift, my shoes are giving me blisters, and I don't want to ruin this for you.”

You're embarrassed by your confession. It was really more like an outburst, but Shane just sighed and sat down next to you.

“Hey,” he whispers as he slowly tilts your face toward him,

“You couldn't ruin this if you tried.”

He hold eyecontact with you, his eyes desperately trying to convey how hes feeling,

“Love, if you wanted to stay home, I would've in a heartbeat. We could've done a movie date or something, I just wanted to be with you. I missed you too. Anytime with you isn't wasted, it's exactly where I want to be.”

After his confession you turn slightly bashful.

“I don't want my girl to be unhappy, okay?”

You nod your head and whisper out a quick thank you. He didn't accept your thanks and told you there is no need to be thanking him.

He asked if he could carry you back to the car, you were so tired that you considered the possibility, but ultimately declined.

On the walk back through the park he picked up on every one of your pained intakes of breath and made quiping comments about how he personally wanted to avenge your shoes and as soon as hes in the car he’s driving to a shoe store to buy you a new pair.

His tone seemed so serious, you couldn't even tell if he was joking or not.

You were almost at the front of the park when you spotted a photobooth out of the corner of your eye. You both had been walking for a while, and you really wanted a break to sit down.

Shane noticed you stopped and turned around,

“You coming, babe?”

You hesitate a little before asking,

“Can we take photos in the photobooth, please?” 

You give him your best pleading face, but you know he would've said yes anyway.

“Of course”

You both walk over to the booth. Shane holds the cloth curtain open for you, and you both squeeze into the tight space.

You giggle as you watch him try and fit his long legs into the booth. He quickly presses start when you don't see, and leans over to kiss you mid-laugh

It catches you by surprise, and you let out a short moan into his mouth.

Then you hear the camera click.

You pull apart breathless and stare up at him. You both are too caught up in each other to prepare for the next picture. The click goes off while you two are gazing lovingly at each other.

The sudden click brings you both back to reality and you crack up, the next picture once again catches you unprepared and giggling like idiots.

For the last one he reaches out to pull your face towards his and he sticks out his tongue and licks your cheek.

He licks you.

Your cheek is disgustingly wet, and you can feel him holding back a giggle.

The camera clicks, and both of your facades are cracking sending you both into a laughing fit once again. 

You wait for your pictures to print, one copy for you and one copy for him.

The next time Shane takes you out you see the photos clipped onto the passenger visor of his car.