nike-shawn

[nike-shawn]

Thank you so much love!!!!

Hi can you recommend me some writers on here?

Hii I don’t read or follow many these are all ik 💜 (feel free to add more)

@lonelyreputation @perfectlywrongsm @neversaidiwasasaints @sinceweremutual

[nike-shawn]

Hockey Shawn IV Sneak Peek

“Do you have the video?” you ask, trying not to let him hear the wobble in your throat.

“I do.” He turns around the screen of his monitor so it’s facing you and clicks on the furthest tab to the right.

He presses play.

You recognize the scene. Of course you recognize the scene. You’re in Shawn’s car with to-go bags perched on your lap. At first, you watch yourself rummage through the bags to make sure all of the food you ordered is there. Then Shawn’s smiling, laughing at something on his phone, and you lean in to watch the screen. For a second or two, you both are laughing with matching grins that feel so wrong from your position now, like whoever took the video stole a moment of your life you barely even had yourself. He looks up at you as you’re looking at the phone.

He looks at you like you hung the moon.

Then his hand comes up to grip your chin, gently guiding your face to his. Then your lips meet.

The video ends.

[nike-shawn]

Hockey Shawn IV Sneak Peek

“Do you have the video?” you ask, trying not to let him hear the wobble in your throat.

“I do.” He turns around the screen of his monitor so it’s facing you and clicks on the furthest tab to the right.

He presses play.

You recognize the scene. Of course you recognize the scene. You’re in Shawn’s car with to-go bags perched on your lap. At first, you watch yourself rummage through the bags to make sure all of the food you ordered is there. Then Shawn’s smiling, laughing at something on his phone, and you lean in to watch the screen. For a second or two, you both are laughing with matching grins that feel so wrong from your position now, like whoever took the video stole a moment of your life you barely even had yourself. He looks up at you as you’re looking at the phone.

He looks at you like you hung the moon.

Then his hand comes up to grip your chin, gently guiding your face to his. Then your lips meet.

The video ends.

[nike-shawn]

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART OF HOCKEY SHAWN!!!!

THANK YOU I AM TOO 🤪🤪

[nike-shawn]

Hockey Shawn IV Sneak Peek

“Do you have the video?” you ask, trying not to let him hear the wobble in your throat.

“I do.” He turns around the screen of his monitor so it’s facing you and clicks on the furthest tab to the right.

He presses play.

You recognize the scene. Of course you recognize the scene. You’re in Shawn’s car with to-go bags perched on your lap. At first, you watch yourself rummage through the bags to make sure all of the food you ordered is there. Then Shawn’s smiling, laughing at something on his phone, and you lean in to watch the screen. For a second or two, you both are laughing with matching grins that feel so wrong from your position now, like whoever took the video stole a moment of your life you barely even had yourself. He looks up at you as you’re looking at the phone.

He looks at you like you hung the moon.

Then his hand comes up to grip your chin, gently guiding your face to his. Then your lips meet.

The video ends.

[nike-shawn]

Hockey Shawn Part III

A/N: Lol this took forever. Exams really are the worst. Pls, as always, let me know what you thought of this! Feedback is the best motivator. 

Trigger Warning: Talk of Drug Addiction/Usage

Part I

Part II

If you were more confident, you would say you and Shawn are dating. 

You aren’t, not really. He just sleeps over at your place every night, texts you at random times to tell you things that reminded him of you, and brings you your favorite restaurant’s takeout on nights he knows you are working too hard to remember to eat, grading papers and emailing parents. 

This has been going on for too many months. 

One night, while your head rested on his chest, you tapped out the rhythm of his heart on your mattress. It sounded too familiar to be comforting. You knew him better than you knew your roommates. You loved him more than you loved that college boyfriend. You—

“Are you okay?” 

Keep reading

[nike-shawn]

Can you please write a blurb about what happens when Shawn kills the vampires and when he brings y/n back from the island please I love this vampire Shawn imagine so much!!! 🥺

I missed Vampire Shawn! Here it is: Thank you so much for requesting! If you guys have more ideas for this couple, send me an ask :)

You’re crying on the beach again when he returns to the island.

You haven’t felt like yourself for weeks. At the risk of sounding cliche, you feel like half of you is missing. You talked to Shawn on and off-- he would come by for hours at a time, just enough for you to get comfortable before he would leave yet again. You couldn’t even be mad at him. After a while, his skin would take on a greenish hue and he would start to drag his feet, unable to keep his body upright as the power of the island wore him down.

The last time he was here, you sobbed from the second he arrived to the second he left. He felt horrible-- he told you so and you could feel it in the way he held you tighter than he ever had before, his hand cradling the back of your head to his chest. Your tears dampened his shirt until the grey was almost black. “Baby, baby,” he said, talking into your hair, “calm down for just a second.”

You shook your head and sniffed, trying to catch your breath. “I’m sorry,” you said, muffled by the cotton of his shirt.

“It’s okay,” he promised.

Now, weeks later, you haven’t seen him since that day and your appetite is gone, your skin is paler and you’re sadder than you’ve ever been. There’s paradise around you but all you can see is his retreating body and the sight of his boat getting smaller and smaller and smaller until the dock you were standing on felt like a tightrope and you were one gust of wind from falling into the churning ocean.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

You hear the familiar voice from behind you and for a split second you think that your brain is tricking you, that he wasn’t due back for another month, that you’ve gotten so weak that your mind has started playing games to keep it on its own feet.

“Ma’am,” it says. again, closer, then he drops the act with “Y/N?”

You turn around and you think that your heart just about leaps out from its ribcage. You immediately start crying and melt into his arms, your warm skin against his icy body. Immediately you feel better. You feel like a shot of caffeine was directly injected into your bloodstream.

His arms wrap around your waist and he spins you around like a ride at the state fair. His lips connect with yours, then his teeth as he smiles. Your palms come to rest on his shoulders and you breathe in his flowery scent, the warmth of familiarity overcoming you. Mixed with the sound of the waves crashing to the shore and the smell of salt in the air, you realize that this moment is the closest you’ll get to paradise in this lifetime.

“How’d you get here so soon?” You ask, finally pulling away. His genial expression drops. Your energy plummets with his. “What?” Shawn shakes his head and leans in to peck you again. You gently push him away. “No, I wanna know. What’s going on?”

“Don’t you wanna just get out of here and go back home?” Although his tone is kind, there’s a hint of pleading behind his words, begging you to just drop it.

“Will you tell me on the way back?”

Shawn bites at his bottom lip, staring at his feet which have now sunk into the warm sand. “Let’s just go get you packed, yeah?”

You swallow back your protests and grip his hand tightly as you both walk towards the sparkling resort. The friends you’ve made during your time here squeal with happiness as you pass them, hand in hand with the boy they know you’ve been miserable without. The sweet housekeeper who has been cleaning your room stops the both of you, kissing both of your cheeks and squeezing your clasped hands between two of hers. She says “God bless” and you try to resist responding with “thank you, we’ll need it.”

Shawn helps you throw your things into suitcases, asking you about how your life has been on the island. You keep it vague, trying not to show just how miserable you’ve been. You tell him that you “rode dolphins, played tennis, that kind of thing” but you really stayed in bed with the covers tightly cocooned around your body, shutting out anything and anyone who tried to cheer you up.

“Greta told me that this little... break...” he coughs, struggling to find a good word for their situation, “would be tough for you. But I knew you could do it. Tough as nails, eh?”

He’s smiling, joking around with you, and you muster up a fake smile back, hoping that it stops the barrage of questions coming at you. “Yeah, it was fine. I’m just glad you’re back.”

That was the first true thing you’ve said to him since he arrived.

After saying your goodbyes, you and Shawn start the journey back home. As soon as you board the plane, you fall asleep, your body finally able to relax now that Shawn is near. You wake up as the plane touches down in your city.

Snow sticks to Shawn’s hair as he helps you into the backseat of the Uber, popping the trunk and stuffing your luggage there. He slides in beside you, his hand immediately positioning itself on your thigh. “Easy flight,” he remarks.

“Mhmm,” you agree.

“Tired still?” You shake your head no, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re not usually so quiet.”

“I’m just thinking, I guess.”

“What about?”

“You. What you did while I was gone.”

He tenses. “Oh.”

You don’t talk for the rest of the drive.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

After seeing your parents and filling up on your mom’s cooking, you and Shawn head to his apartment. Usually, the two of you take refuge at your place, but you told your roommates you had dropped out as an excuse for going to the island. You’d been to his home a couple times, but only briefly, and both times you were taken aback at how nicely decorated and luxurious it is.

This visit is no different. You breathe out the breath you’d been holding as you walk through the doorway, dropping your suitcase at your feet and finally allowing yourself to smile a real smile. Something about Shawn’s home is so incredibly comforting-- he told you last time that, when you mate with someone,  their scent calms your nerves. Here, his scent is all over the furniture, the bed sheets, the rugs, the everything.

You feel yourself gravitate towards the couch where a throw blanket is inviting you to cuddle in it. You do, and your eyes close in bliss. Soon enough, your gangly vampire boyfriend slots in between your back and the couch. He kisses your ear. “Feel better, now?”

You smile and burrow in further. Shawn chuckles and gives you one last kiss on your earlobe before resting his head on your pillow. His long hair tickles your neck.

Right before you let sleep overtake you, a thought shoots through you like a lightning bolt. “Shawn?”

“Hm.”

“You had to kill them, didn’t you.”

The calm that previously enveloped you dropped abruptly. “Why would you say that?”

“Shawn. I know what had to happen.”

He doesn’t say anything. He sits up and gently moves you so he can wiggle out from underneath you. As he starts to walk away, you barely catch the words that left his mouth.

“Don’t hold my actions against me when I did them to be with you.”

[nike-shawn]

Me 2 !! I'd love to see her know her self worth & realize she deserves better

Yes!!! She’ll def put Shawn in his place lol

[nike-shawn]

In the hockey are we going to see the reader actually confront Shawn about everything he’s making her feel? I would love to see her leave him and he has to come crawling back after realizing how much he’s hurt her. Loving this story so much! ❤️

There may be something like this in the next part.... 👀👀👀👀

[nike-shawn]

Hockey Shawn Part III

A/N: Lol this took forever. Exams really are the worst. Pls, as always, let me know what you thought of this! Feedback is the best motivator. 

Trigger Warning: Talk of Drug Addiction/Usage

Part I

Part II

If you were more confident, you would say you and Shawn are dating. 

You aren’t, not really. He just sleeps over at your place every night, texts you at random times to tell you things that reminded him of you, and brings you your favorite restaurant’s takeout on nights he knows you are working too hard to remember to eat, grading papers and emailing parents. 

This has been going on for too many months. 

One night, while your head rested on his chest, you tapped out the rhythm of his heart on your mattress. It sounded too familiar to be comforting. You knew him better than you knew your roommates. You loved him more than you loved that college boyfriend. You—

“Are you okay?” 

Keep reading

[nike-shawn]

Can you please write a blurb about what happens when Shawn kills the vampires and when he brings y/n back from the island please I love this vampire Shawn imagine so much!!! 🥺

I missed Vampire Shawn! Here it is: Thank you so much for requesting! If you guys have more ideas for this couple, send me an ask :)

You’re crying on the beach again when he returns to the island.

You haven’t felt like yourself for weeks. At the risk of sounding cliche, you feel like half of you is missing. You talked to Shawn on and off-- he would come by for hours at a time, just enough for you to get comfortable before he would leave yet again. You couldn’t even be mad at him. After a while, his skin would take on a greenish hue and he would start to drag his feet, unable to keep his body upright as the power of the island wore him down.

The last time he was here, you sobbed from the second he arrived to the second he left. He felt horrible-- he told you so and you could feel it in the way he held you tighter than he ever had before, his hand cradling the back of your head to his chest. Your tears dampened his shirt until the grey was almost black. “Baby, baby,” he said, talking into your hair, “calm down for just a second.”

You shook your head and sniffed, trying to catch your breath. “I’m sorry,” you said, muffled by the cotton of his shirt.

“It’s okay,” he promised.

Now, weeks later, you haven’t seen him since that day and your appetite is gone, your skin is paler and you’re sadder than you’ve ever been. There’s paradise around you but all you can see is his retreating body and the sight of his boat getting smaller and smaller and smaller until the dock you were standing on felt like a tightrope and you were one gust of wind from falling into the churning ocean.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

You hear the familiar voice from behind you and for a split second you think that your brain is tricking you, that he wasn’t due back for another month, that you’ve gotten so weak that your mind has started playing games to keep it on its own feet.

“Ma’am,” it says. again, closer, then he drops the act with “Y/N?”

You turn around and you think that your heart just about leaps out from its ribcage. You immediately start crying and melt into his arms, your warm skin against his icy body. Immediately you feel better. You feel like a shot of caffeine was directly injected into your bloodstream.

His arms wrap around your waist and he spins you around like a ride at the state fair. His lips connect with yours, then his teeth as he smiles. Your palms come to rest on his shoulders and you breathe in his flowery scent, the warmth of familiarity overcoming you. Mixed with the sound of the waves crashing to the shore and the smell of salt in the air, you realize that this moment is the closest you’ll get to paradise in this lifetime.

“How’d you get here so soon?” You ask, finally pulling away. His genial expression drops. Your energy plummets with his. “What?” Shawn shakes his head and leans in to peck you again. You gently push him away. “No, I wanna know. What’s going on?”

“Don’t you wanna just get out of here and go back home?” Although his tone is kind, there’s a hint of pleading behind his words, begging you to just drop it.

“Will you tell me on the way back?”

Shawn bites at his bottom lip, staring at his feet which have now sunk into the warm sand. “Let’s just go get you packed, yeah?”

You swallow back your protests and grip his hand tightly as you both walk towards the sparkling resort. The friends you’ve made during your time here squeal with happiness as you pass them, hand in hand with the boy they know you’ve been miserable without. The sweet housekeeper who has been cleaning your room stops the both of you, kissing both of your cheeks and squeezing your clasped hands between two of hers. She says “God bless” and you try to resist responding with “thank you, we’ll need it.”

Shawn helps you throw your things into suitcases, asking you about how your life has been on the island. You keep it vague, trying not to show just how miserable you’ve been. You tell him that you “rode dolphins, played tennis, that kind of thing” but you really stayed in bed with the covers tightly cocooned around your body, shutting out anything and anyone who tried to cheer you up.

“Greta told me that this little... break...” he coughs, struggling to find a good word for their situation, “would be tough for you. But I knew you could do it. Tough as nails, eh?”

He’s smiling, joking around with you, and you muster up a fake smile back, hoping that it stops the barrage of questions coming at you. “Yeah, it was fine. I’m just glad you’re back.”

That was the first true thing you’ve said to him since he arrived.

After saying your goodbyes, you and Shawn start the journey back home. As soon as you board the plane, you fall asleep, your body finally able to relax now that Shawn is near. You wake up as the plane touches down in your city.

Snow sticks to Shawn’s hair as he helps you into the backseat of the Uber, popping the trunk and stuffing your luggage there. He slides in beside you, his hand immediately positioning itself on your thigh. “Easy flight,” he remarks.

“Mhmm,” you agree.

“Tired still?” You shake your head no, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re not usually so quiet.”

“I’m just thinking, I guess.”

“What about?”

“You. What you did while I was gone.”

He tenses. “Oh.”

You don’t talk for the rest of the drive.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

After seeing your parents and filling up on your mom’s cooking, you and Shawn head to his apartment. Usually, the two of you take refuge at your place, but you told your roommates you had dropped out as an excuse for going to the island. You’d been to his home a couple times, but only briefly, and both times you were taken aback at how nicely decorated and luxurious it is.

This visit is no different. You breathe out the breath you’d been holding as you walk through the doorway, dropping your suitcase at your feet and finally allowing yourself to smile a real smile. Something about Shawn’s home is so incredibly comforting-- he told you last time that, when you mate with someone,  their scent calms your nerves. Here, his scent is all over the furniture, the bed sheets, the rugs, the everything.

You feel yourself gravitate towards the couch where a throw blanket is inviting you to cuddle in it. You do, and your eyes close in bliss. Soon enough, your gangly vampire boyfriend slots in between your back and the couch. He kisses your ear. “Feel better, now?”

You smile and burrow in further. Shawn chuckles and gives you one last kiss on your earlobe before resting his head on your pillow. His long hair tickles your neck.

Right before you let sleep overtake you, a thought shoots through you like a lightning bolt. “Shawn?”

“Hm.”

“You had to kill them, didn’t you.”

The calm that previously enveloped you dropped abruptly. “Why would you say that?”

“Shawn. I know what had to happen.”

He doesn’t say anything. He sits up and gently moves you so he can wiggle out from underneath you. As he starts to walk away, you barely catch the words that left his mouth.

“Don’t hold my actions against me when I did them to be with you.”

[nike-shawn]

Shawn is a vampire and he finds the love of his life. The only problem is that the love of his life isn’t so easily tied down. And, of course, a whole gang of evil vampires are probably going after them. That’s a problem too.

Part One

Shawn walks a pretty girl back home and feels something a little more than attraction

Part Two

The secret’s out and Y/N is having a hard time coming to terms with it

Part Three

Shawn’s getting protective and Y/N is feeling trapped

Blurbs

Shawn gets chased by Nathaniel’s men

Shawn meets with Nathaniel

Y/N gets chased by another vampire and Shawn makes a hard decision

Shawn takes Y/N to a magical island

Shawn meets with Greta

Shawn brings Y/N home and she has some questions

[nike-shawn]

Can you please write a blurb about what happens when Shawn kills the vampires and when he brings y/n back from the island please I love this vampire Shawn imagine so much!!! 🥺

I missed Vampire Shawn! Here it is: Thank you so much for requesting! If you guys have more ideas for this couple, send me an ask :)

You’re crying on the beach again when he returns to the island.

You haven’t felt like yourself for weeks. At the risk of sounding cliche, you feel like half of you is missing. You talked to Shawn on and off-- he would come by for hours at a time, just enough for you to get comfortable before he would leave yet again. You couldn’t even be mad at him. After a while, his skin would take on a greenish hue and he would start to drag his feet, unable to keep his body upright as the power of the island wore him down.

The last time he was here, you sobbed from the second he arrived to the second he left. He felt horrible-- he told you so and you could feel it in the way he held you tighter than he ever had before, his hand cradling the back of your head to his chest. Your tears dampened his shirt until the grey was almost black. “Baby, baby,” he said, talking into your hair, “calm down for just a second.”

You shook your head and sniffed, trying to catch your breath. “I’m sorry,” you said, muffled by the cotton of his shirt.

“It’s okay,” he promised.

Now, weeks later, you haven’t seen him since that day and your appetite is gone, your skin is paler and you’re sadder than you’ve ever been. There’s paradise around you but all you can see is his retreating body and the sight of his boat getting smaller and smaller and smaller until the dock you were standing on felt like a tightrope and you were one gust of wind from falling into the churning ocean.

“Excuse me, ma’am?”

You hear the familiar voice from behind you and for a split second you think that your brain is tricking you, that he wasn’t due back for another month, that you’ve gotten so weak that your mind has started playing games to keep it on its own feet.

“Ma’am,” it says. again, closer, then he drops the act with “Y/N?”

You turn around and you think that your heart just about leaps out from its ribcage. You immediately start crying and melt into his arms, your warm skin against his icy body. Immediately you feel better. You feel like a shot of caffeine was directly injected into your bloodstream.

His arms wrap around your waist and he spins you around like a ride at the state fair. His lips connect with yours, then his teeth as he smiles. Your palms come to rest on his shoulders and you breathe in his flowery scent, the warmth of familiarity overcoming you. Mixed with the sound of the waves crashing to the shore and the smell of salt in the air, you realize that this moment is the closest you’ll get to paradise in this lifetime.

“How’d you get here so soon?” You ask, finally pulling away. His genial expression drops. Your energy plummets with his. “What?” Shawn shakes his head and leans in to peck you again. You gently push him away. “No, I wanna know. What’s going on?”

“Don’t you wanna just get out of here and go back home?” Although his tone is kind, there’s a hint of pleading behind his words, begging you to just drop it.

“Will you tell me on the way back?”

Shawn bites at his bottom lip, staring at his feet which have now sunk into the warm sand. “Let’s just go get you packed, yeah?”

You swallow back your protests and grip his hand tightly as you both walk towards the sparkling resort. The friends you’ve made during your time here squeal with happiness as you pass them, hand in hand with the boy they know you’ve been miserable without. The sweet housekeeper who has been cleaning your room stops the both of you, kissing both of your cheeks and squeezing your clasped hands between two of hers. She says “God bless” and you try to resist responding with “thank you, we’ll need it.”

Shawn helps you throw your things into suitcases, asking you about how your life has been on the island. You keep it vague, trying not to show just how miserable you’ve been. You tell him that you “rode dolphins, played tennis, that kind of thing” but you really stayed in bed with the covers tightly cocooned around your body, shutting out anything and anyone who tried to cheer you up.

“Greta told me that this little... break...” he coughs, struggling to find a good word for their situation, “would be tough for you. But I knew you could do it. Tough as nails, eh?”

He’s smiling, joking around with you, and you muster up a fake smile back, hoping that it stops the barrage of questions coming at you. “Yeah, it was fine. I’m just glad you’re back.”

That was the first true thing you’ve said to him since he arrived.

After saying your goodbyes, you and Shawn start the journey back home. As soon as you board the plane, you fall asleep, your body finally able to relax now that Shawn is near. You wake up as the plane touches down in your city.

Snow sticks to Shawn’s hair as he helps you into the backseat of the Uber, popping the trunk and stuffing your luggage there. He slides in beside you, his hand immediately positioning itself on your thigh. “Easy flight,” he remarks.

“Mhmm,” you agree.

“Tired still?” You shake your head no, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re not usually so quiet.”

“I’m just thinking, I guess.”

“What about?”

“You. What you did while I was gone.”

He tenses. “Oh.”

You don’t talk for the rest of the drive.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

After seeing your parents and filling up on your mom’s cooking, you and Shawn head to his apartment. Usually, the two of you take refuge at your place, but you told your roommates you had dropped out as an excuse for going to the island. You’d been to his home a couple times, but only briefly, and both times you were taken aback at how nicely decorated and luxurious it is.

This visit is no different. You breathe out the breath you’d been holding as you walk through the doorway, dropping your suitcase at your feet and finally allowing yourself to smile a real smile. Something about Shawn’s home is so incredibly comforting-- he told you last time that, when you mate with someone,  their scent calms your nerves. Here, his scent is all over the furniture, the bed sheets, the rugs, the everything.

You feel yourself gravitate towards the couch where a throw blanket is inviting you to cuddle in it. You do, and your eyes close in bliss. Soon enough, your gangly vampire boyfriend slots in between your back and the couch. He kisses your ear. “Feel better, now?”

You smile and burrow in further. Shawn chuckles and gives you one last kiss on your earlobe before resting his head on your pillow. His long hair tickles your neck.

Right before you let sleep overtake you, a thought shoots through you like a lightning bolt. “Shawn?”

“Hm.”

“You had to kill them, didn’t you.”

The calm that previously enveloped you dropped abruptly. “Why would you say that?”

“Shawn. I know what had to happen.”

He doesn’t say anything. He sits up and gently moves you so he can wiggle out from underneath you. As he starts to walk away, you barely catch the words that left his mouth.

“Don’t hold my actions against me when I did them to be with you.”

[nike-shawn]

Did you start writing the 4th part to hockey shawn ? & What about vampire shawn are you planning on writing that anytime soon? 💙💙

Vampire Shawn blurb coming later today! And yes, I started writing the 4th Hockey Shawn Part! Is there anything specific anyone has been thinking about for the series? I have a few routes I could see it going. Let me know! 

[nike-shawn]

“what are you stressed about?”

[nike-shawn]

hiiii! I love your hockey shawn series, I’m living for the angst and your writing is just so good! I’m wondering how many parts you’re planning for this series?

Honestly I’m kinda just writing as I go! There’s no set plan, though I see it being longer than 5 parts for sure! And after that I plan on doing blurbs like I do for vampire Shawn so the people who want more of the series can request what they want to see 🥰🥰

[nike-shawn]

🍁 Shawn is a famous hockey player suffering from a devastating injury and a public breakup when he meets you, a young teacher trying to keep her life together🍁

P A R T  O N E

You and Shawn hookup after meeting in a bar 

P A R T  T W O

Shawn ghosts you

P A R T  T H R E E 

You confront Shawn about his ex