#Shawn Mendes Fan Fic

[shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean]

"Tell me how do you like it?"

"You like it rough? intense?"

"Yes." She breathed down his neck.

Lost in Ecstasy

(Blurb)

I'm back!! I'm so sorry anon for taking so so long to write this. It's probably been over a year. I was going through a lot and wasn't in the headspace to write at all. But I'll try being consistent now. I took the liberty to modify the ask a little bit. Hope you like it.

Warnings : smut, age-gap, early 30s!reader × late 20s!Shawn

Soft, dim lighting casts a sensual glow throughout the room, illuminating the figures of Shawn and Y/N. Their bodies are intertwined, their breaths heavy with desire.

Y/N, her voice low and filled with anticipation, whispers into Shawn's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Tell me, Shawn. How do you like it?"

Shawn's eyes meet Y/N's, his desire evident as he responds, his voice husky.

"I like it rough. Intense. I want to lose myself in the moment with you."

Y/N's lips trace a path along Shawn's neck, her touch igniting a fire within him.

"Mmm, yes." She bites gently at his earlobe, sending a surge of electricity through his body. Their bodies press closer together, their connection intensifying with each passing moment.

The room fills with the sounds of their mutual exploration, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Their movements become more urgent, a dance of ecstasy and fulfillment.

In the midst of their shared passion, they lose themselves in the moment, reveling in the raw intensity of their connection. Skin against skin, their bodies merge, fueled by a hunger that can only be sated by each other.

Breaths mingling, they push the boundaries, exploring the depths of their desires. Each touch, each whisper, brings them closer to the edge of bliss.

The room becomes a sanctuary for their unyielding passion, a place where inhibitions dissolve, and their deepest fantasies find expression.

Time seems to stand still as their bodies move in perfect harmony, seeking pleasure and surrender. In this intimate space, they find solace, fulfillment, and a profound connection that transcends the physical realm.

As their climax approaches, their cries of ecstasy fill the air, a testament to the intensity and satisfaction they find in each other's arms.

Finally spent, they collapse into a tangled embrace, their bodies still humming with the lingering echoes of their passion.

Breathing heavily, Y/N and Shawn lay in each other's arms, their bodies basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Their eyes meet, a shared understanding passing between them.

In the silence of the room, they find solace in their connection, knowing that their desires are fulfilled and their souls entwined.

[shawnxstyles]

hii are you taking requests rn? if you are could you pls pls do some hcs of shawn during sex if that’s okay hahaha like anything’s fine. i just feel like i haven’t seen shawn content like anywhere that much for a while so some hcs would be nice. if not it’s okay. i love your work keep it upppp :)

shawn head-cannons #1 (smut)

note: i haven’t posted for shawn in a longgg time even though i have requests. i’m taking a break from work right now, so why not just do this one real quick? enjoy!

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➪ firstly, shawn loves touching you. his hands always find their way around your waist, holding yours, massaging your shoulders, etc.

➪ shawn loves kissing your neck and whispering into your ears. he likes to be as close as possible to hear your breath pick up. he loves to hear the effect he has on you.

➪ shawn ALWAYS makes sure you come first. the way you whimper as your orgasm approaches drives him fucking crazy. sometimes he’ll make you come more than once. raw and sore until you’re begging him to stop

“again.” “but shawn—” “just one more, baby. i know you can. need to taste you.”

➪ sometimes when he wakes up before you, he just HAS to get a taste. he loves to lick every inch inside and outside of your folds. you usually grapple onto his curls as you wake up until your fingers are entangled. your trembling and shaky grasp always makes him dizzily horny.

➪ when his fingers are deep inside your cunt, he keeps a slow, taunting pace. he edges you by removing one of his three fingers. you would whine into the air until he gave in, thrusting into you with a vicious hand.

➪ shawn’s name is muscle memory on your tongue. the second his hands are on you and making you feel bliss, you’re chanting his name like a mantra into the air. nothing boosts his ego like your needy sounds for him.

“shawn, fuck, oh my god.” “so pretty with my name in your mouth.”

➪ when you’re desperate and needy, shawn will egg you on until you’re begging for his cock.

➪ he tries his hardest to be stern, but he’s really a big softie, and will give you whatever you wanted in time.

➪ shawn pushes himself into you with his long cock, stretching you out until you’re blind with dizziness. his strokes are slow, making you feel every inch of him a million times more.

➪ each rock is eye-rolling; a fire igniting in the pits of your stomach every time. when he rests his hand on the hidden bulge of your tummy, you squeal and clench around him.

➪ he loves watching your face as you come; scrunched eyes and eyebrows, back arching, and hands scratching.

“you’re so pretty when you come, baby.”

➪ and of course, shawn makes sure to leave his marks are you. sore bruises around your neck, breasts, and thighs. yes, he might be a softie for you, but you’re his. and everyone needs to know that.

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i hope i did this right?? i’ve never done head-cannons beforeee

[panye]

fic post: take me back, take me back

Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes | Explicit | 32k

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Niall says. He puts his head between his hands. “How is this happening?” “I didn’t want to say anything,” Harry says. “I wanted you to figure it out on your own.” “You think I like Shawn, too?” Niall asks and he’s shocked. “If anyone is supposed to tell me that I’m gay it’s supposed to be my gay best friend!” Or, Niall invites his new friend Shawn to Zayn and Liam's three-day wedding in Napa Valley, California. He gets way more than he expected.

A fic for @onedirectionbigbang with creative by @haztobegood

[flurry-of-stars]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☼𝓞 𝓢𝓸𝓵 𝓮 𝓪 𝓛𝓾𝓪☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Idol! Nikolai x Idol! Reader

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Fluff, romance, reader is a bit anxious/experiencing some self-doubts.

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 3.2k 𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: I was possessed, trust. It's been a rough week so I'm writing something soft. This was only meant to be like 1k words so oopsss. Set a few years before this fic! Also this is my first time writing a proper dance scene so-- (ᵕ—ᴗ—) Also, also for the songs mentioned, the first could be any song of your choosing! I listened to like three different songs so ( ≧ᗜ≦) For the second, it's Señorita by Camila Cabello and Shawn Mendes. And the third is We're in love by Boygenius ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 ♡

You were like the moon. Mystifyingly bewitching, with an aura of mystery and intrigue that drew Nikolai’s gaze like a moth to a flame.

His heterochromatic eyes remain fixed on you as you twirl and dance to the pulsating rhythm of the music, following the choreography you’d meticulously crafted together over the past two months. 

Your movements were graceful and energetic, your body gliding effortlessly across the stage as you immersed yourself in your performance, the ruffles of your short blue skirt and white blouse swaying with your movements.

From time to time, you lift a prop microphone to your lips, singing along with the song playing. Though Nikolai notices you mostly forget to lift the prop when you sing. But it’s not a big deal; not when your dance was flawless, every step executed with precision and passion. Not to mention the way you kept a steady singing voice while dancing across the stage like this. As you dance under the soft, white light of the theatre stage, bathed in the glow of the spotlight that make you shine like a star, Nikolai leans back in his seat, captivated by your performance.

The generic pop song served as the backing track for your stunning performance, it’s upbeat tempo driving the rhythm of your dance, filling the air with an infectious energy. He flashes you a mischievous grin as you walk up to the edge of the stage, crouching, pretending to reach out to touch his hand as if he would be an adoring fan.

He chuckles under his breath; well, he supposed he was technically your biggest fan.

A sweet smile adorns your face as you extend your hand towards his when suddenly, a devious glint flickers in his eyes. He suddenly seizes your wrist, pulling you off the stage with a playful tug. A surprised squeal escapes your lips, the prop microphone slipping from your grasp as he easily pulls you into his embrace. His grin widens as he nuzzles into the side of your face, the pop song fading into silence as your playlist comes to an end.  “Kolya~!” You giggle as he peppers kisses the side of your neck and cheek, showering you with affection. Your hands find their way to his cheeks, cupping them tenderly as your foreheads press together tenderly. You whisper, “You’re supposed to be critiquing me…~” “Mmm, here’s my critique,” he murmurs,leaning in to kiss your nose fleetingly, “Perfect~”

He moves to your cheek, pressing a soft kiss against it, “Remarkable~”

And the other, “Dazzling~”

Finally, his lips hover just millimeters from yours, teasingly close. Your warm breath intermingles with his, and you catch the scent of the cologne he’s chosen to wear today. It smells rich and sweet, reminiscent of a sticky caramel apple bought fresh from the fair.

Your fingers tenderly caress his soft cheeks, your index finger tenderly caressing the bottom of the scar sliced down his left eye as he hums, moving in closer. “You looked like a true idol~” He finishes, letting his lips press to yours in a tender kiss. Your lips melt into his, pressing together like two pieces of a puzzle. As though you were meant to be. It lasts only a few seconds before he withdraws, pale blue and green eyes gleaming with a mixture of warmth and playfulness as he tousles your hair, earning another delighted squeal from you, “I don’t understand why you’re so anxious about the audition, songbird. You have a natural gift for this.” As you smooth down your hair, a lingering sense of uncertainty and doubt persists in the depths of your heart.

Nikolai had been saying that on repeat ever since you first shared the flyer for the auditions with him. He had been genuinely excited and eager to join you in trying out for this new idol company. You knew without a shadow of a doubt that Nikolai would shine. 

As the university’s most known theatre major, he ranked at the top of his class, exuding charisma and a presence fit for the stage. He was like the sun, radiating confident, full of energy, yet veiled in an air of mystery not even you had even uncovered yet. One thing was for certain; he was born for the stage. Compared to you, who merely dreamed of actually performing. That’s why only one of you was a theatre major. He was captivating and talented beyond his years. You weren’t the only one who thought that.

According to the rumours you’d overheard, well known and popular acting companies and directors were reaching out to him, vying for his attention. His name was becoming more and more well known around the country.

It left you lying awake at night in your shared dorm, wondering if he’d actually received these opportunities and hadn't told you about them. Or if he’d accept one without even mentioning it to you first.  Would Nikolai actually do that? Would he really accept one of these opportunities without discussing it with you first? It wouldn't surprise you; after all, the sun didn’t need the moon in order to shine… His reaction when you presented him with the audition flyer mirrored how you’d always imagined he would react when the talent scouts came knocking.

And yet, when the rumours began circulating, you’d returned to your shared dorm to find him idly playing a game, engrossed by it in fact. Well, until you walked in at least. 

At this moment, sitting in silence like this, Nikolai’s gaze scans your features, eyes narrowing slightly.

A subtle frown tugs at your lips, your expression troubled. Your brows knit together with concern and your eyes shimmer with self-doubt. With a soft exhale, Nikolai discerns your anxiety and inner turmoil all too well. You gasp as Nikolai suddenly scoops you up, rising out of the theatre's cramped chair and carrying you back towards the stage as if you weighed nothing.

His shoes thump against the hardwood of the stage, gently moving his arms and helping you place your feet back onto the ground. “Let’s practice the duo routine,” he brightly suggested, his hand reaching out towards yours, his mismatched eyes glimmering under the intense lights of the stage that shone around him like a halo of light, casting his frame in the warm light. Illuminating. Just like the sun. Your bottom lip trembles, brows furrowing and eyes moving between Nikolai’s warm, comforting smile and the hand he’s offering you. You reach out for a moment, hesitating. Your hand pauses before you begin to draw it back. But Nikolai doesn’t let you refuse him, his hand reaching forward to grab your hand before you can recoil. His fingers intertwine with yours as he pulls you in, a soft gasp escaping you, your chest almost pressing against his toned chest. He gives you a sly grin, his eyes shining with mischief, “Well? Are you gonna start the music~?” There’s a flutter of urgency in your chest as you turn your head, calling out your phone in a soft voice as you pull away from each other. Your voice echoes across the empty theatre as you walk to one side of the stage and Nikolai to the other, “Play my duo playlist.” A few heartbeats later, the first notes of a Latin Pop melody fill the empty theatre, its rhythm moderate and enticing.

The smooth, sultry beat pulses through the room, electrifying the atmosphere. Your heart quickens, a mixture of excitement and anxiety pumping through your veins. For months, amidst the chaos of exams and assignments, you’ve rehearsed this choreography relentlessly and now, as the music envelops you, it’s time to prove how far you’ve come. You follow Nikolai’s lead, his confident strides drawing you towards the centre of the stage. With each step, the spotlight intensifies, casting a warm glow upon you in anticipation. As you inhale deeply, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind, Nikolai’s voice cuts through the chaos. “Songbird.” He murmurs, his tone gentle yet firm, pulling you back from the edge of your nerves. You meet his gaze and a reassuring smile curves onto his lips, “Don’t overthink it. Let the music guide you. Trust yourself, remember?” You nod, swallowing the lump of apprehension in your throat. Trust. Feel. Pushing aside your doubts, you allow yourself to submit to the intoxicating rhythm of the music. Your body moves instinctively, syncing with Nikolai’s as your body brushes against his, the heat of his presence searing through the air. His touch is electrifying as his hand trails from your hair down to cup your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against it in silent reassurance. Your own gentle hands find their place on his broad chest, a tangible connection that grounds you in the moment as you caress the soft fabric of his tight, ruffled top and the firm muscles beneath.

With a gentle push, you feign resistance, a playful spark igniting between you as you dance. It’s not just a choreography now; it’s a story woven through movement and touch. You begin to lose yourself in the dance, the boundaries between reality and performance blurring, leaving only the raw emotion pulsing between you and Nikolai.

His hand delicately intertwines with yours, the rhythm of the music guiding your swaying hips in perfect harmony.

But as the tension mounts, you pull away, your backs now pressed intimately against each other, the heat between you palpable. In this moment of separation, the spark between you ignites into a familiar blaze of passion, drawing you back together in a magnetic pull.

As you turn to face one another, your hand grazes his chest, sensing the rapid beat of his heart beneath your touch.

His gaze, a mesmerizing blend of colors, smolders with an underlying fervor for you, compelling you to circle around him. His grasp on your hand is firm yet tender, drawing you back into his embrace.

With the music swelling around you, Nikolai's hand finds your knee, pulling you into a graceful dip, your foreheads meeting in a fleeting moment of tenderness. In the depths of his captivating eyes, the flames of desire burn brightly, consuming you both in their fiery embrace. Lost in the moment, you almost falter, but his touch grounds you, guiding you back to your feet and into the next sequence of the dance.

As you gracefully execute your solo choreography, Nikolai mirrors your movements, his own steps echoing a tale of unwavering devotion and determination.

Each twirl and flourish of his hands speaks volumes of his relentless pursuit of your heart.

In contrast, your choreography tells a story of vulnerability and guardedness, a woman wary of surrendering to love once more.

But as your bodies draw near once more, the narrative shifts, the barriers crumbling in the face of undeniable attraction. His hands find your hips, anchoring you to him, while your arms encircle his shoulders, sealing the inevitable conclusion of your intertwined destinies.

In this dance of love and longing, the conclusion is clear: he has won your heart, just as you have won his.

As the music fades into the background, the echo of your shared journey lingers in the air, a testament to the power of connection and the magic of the dance.

You pant softly, not pulling away from Nikolai right away as he holds you. His blue-green eyes shine under the stagelight like two burning stars, aching for you. His warm breath lightly caresses your lips as he leans in close to you. You move closer to him as the next song begins to play; a soft indie folk song this time.

The tempo is much slower, more gentle. It’s a song from the playlist you made for yourself and Nikolai. You’re not sure how this song ended up on your duo playlist. It isn’t exactly a melody you could dance to. But the gentle melody tugs you closer to Nikolai. Your soft lips linger near his, overwhelmed by the rich smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body. Only then to pause right before making contact. What if I’m not enough for him? As if overhearing your inner fears, Nikolai takes the plunge with renewed vigor. He suddenly lifts you off the ground, making you gasp in surprise, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly.

One palm rests under your rear, supporting you. The other grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in for an intimate kiss. The passion that had been ignited between you both through dance spills over into the kiss, causing him to kiss you hungrily. You sigh, your eyes closing as you return his kiss with equal fervor. Your hands grip his shoulders desperately. His hand trails up to the back of your head, entangling itself in your soft locks as he deepens the kiss, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip before he pulls back, leaving you both panting and breathless for a few moments. White strands of hair press against your forehead as he leans his forehead against yours, gazing into the depths of your eyes.

He whispers, his voice carrying with it the firm determination of a promise, “My songbird, how many times will I have to tell you not to overthink things?” You attempt to look away as your cheeks heat up but Nikolai doesn’t allow you to avert your gaze.

His hand stays firm on the back of your head, his eyes peering into the depths of yours as he adds, “You know if I truly wanted to, I wouldn’t still be here by your side. So why do you keep looking at me like that?” Your eyes widen. Nikolai gives the faintest smirk; of course he’d notice. You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to slip your emotions past him undetected. He could read you like a book. He always could. You take a deep breath, pulling back as much as he will allow you. Your hands move to caress his shoulders, your gaze averting his as you mumble, “You’re so amazing, you know that?” Blinking a few times in surprise, Nikolai chuckles softly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, “Compliments? All of a sudden, songbird–”

He’s taken off guard when your hands suddenly cup his cheeks, stopping him mid-kiss. When you look at him, he doesn’t see the usual flustered or loving warmth in your eyes he usually sees when you compliment him. Instead, he sees a flicker of fear in your eyes. He watches you swallow before continuing to speak, the song that was playing slowly fading into silence. Your voice is soft, filled with pride but also anxiety,

“I mean it, Kolya. You’re the top theatre major in the entire university. Possibly in the entire country. You breathe and you get any lead role you want..” You take a sharp breath, feeling your anxieties rising to the surface. “The minute we arrive at the audition, I bet they’ll be begging you to sign a contract with them. Just like all those acting companies…” You watch as his expression softens into a look of understanding. You offer a small, bitter smile, “The rumors are true, aren’t they?” You hop forward in his arms, feeling Nikolai’s arm tighten under you. “Did you sign anything? Where will you be going? They’re letting you finish university first, aren’t they?” “No,” he replies, clicking his tongue and shaking his head softly. “I didn’t sign anything, songbird.”

You stare at him in surprise, the shock evident in your eyes. After a few moments of stunned silence, you manage to utter one simple word, “...What?”

He chuckles, his smirk lighting up your heart as you see it. “I didn’t sign any of the contracts,” he confesses. He looks away, humming in thought. “There were some really good ones there too…”

“Wait, why not?!” You rock in his arms, causing him to groan. His hand moves fast, placing itself on your back to steady you. “Wasn’t becoming an actor your dream?”

Still humming, he looks back at you, shrugging idly.

His voice is rather chipper as he replies, “Well, I definitely could still accept one of the contracts in the future. But being an idol with my pretty songbird sounds much more fun. Can you imagine it?”

You squeal as he spins, holding you close. His dazzling eyes never leave yours as he stares up at you, twirling and stepping around the stage, spinning you with him. “Us performing together! I can already hear the crowd screaming for us!~”

As his spinning slowly comes to a stop, you wait a few moments for your stomach to settle before speaking up, “But what if I don’t get in? What if I don’t make the cut?”

A warm chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head, his hand lightly caressing your back. “I told you before, didn’t I? When you start performing, when you're not overthinking every step, you look like a true idol songbird.”

He leans forward to boop his nose against yours, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He doesn't comment on the growing kindness in your cheeks as he whispers.

“I wasn’t just saying that to be nice. I meant it. And if that company can’t see that, then I wouldn’t want to sign with them anyway~”

“But you can’t keep passing up opportunities like this–” You squeak as he leans in, nuzzling against your cheek playfully, yet affectionately.

“If they don’t know true talent when they see it, why would I ever think about signing with them? And I’m not passing up opportunities. I’m just exploring all possible avenues~”

You huff, a small amused smile lifting onto your face.

Doubt attempts to creep into your heart once more, your smile faltering as you ask, “Are you really–”

“Yes, songbird. I’m really serious,” he interrupts you, his voice losing its playful tone and becoming more serious. He cups your cheek, turning your head gently so he can gaze into your eyes once more.

His thumb lightly caresses your soft skin as he whispers, “You’re going to shine so much out there, all the stars in the sky will be jealous~” He kisses your cheek softly, sweetly, adding, “Trust yourself, remember songbird?”

Your lips quirk upwards into a grateful smile, your arms wrapping around Nikolai as you embrace him tightly once more.

He chuckles, slowly settling you back down on your feet, his hand resting ontop of your head. Instead of ruffling your hair, he gently pats your head.

“I’ll…do my best,” you reply. Eyes turning upwards towards Nikolai, you offer him a slightly brighter smile. He grins at you, letting you go collect your belongings from backstage, his eyes watching you closely.

There was a bit more pep in your step. Good. His grin grows as he approaches you, taking his black jacket off, covering your shoulders with it as he speaks to you in a more cheerful voice, “Why don’t we grab dinner. My treat~”

You grab the warm fabric of his jacket, tugging it close. Then, you pick up your handbag, “You promise you’ll get anything?”

He clicks his tongue, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he begins to guide you towards the theatre’s doors, chuckling, “Okay, okay~ Only because you did so amazing today. You were practising instead of studying, weren’t you?”

“No I wasn’t–~!”

“You moved so elegantly, and the energy you had on stage this time... You've come such a long way! Just think of how much more you’ll shine when you’re in your outfit! We’ll have to get up early to get a head start on your makeup too–!”

As he eagerly leads you out of the theatre, dimming the lights as you depart together, he wraps his arm around you, savouring the way you giggle and blush.

In that moment, as dusk envelops you both, it's clear: while the moon may doubt her significance to the sun, the sun knows his light would dim without the moon by his side.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[babydollmarauders]

LAVENDER HAZE — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which y/n has been dealing with hate from Trevor’s fans and journalists constantly speculating when they’ll get married.

specific lyrics: “i been under scrutiny. you handle it beautifully. all this shit is new to me.” and “all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride. the only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife.”

not my gif

“y/n, when are you and Trevor gonna get married?” a reporter asks as i walk through the hallways of Honda Center, away from the Ducks dressing room and up towards the seating. i send a stiff smile their way and continue walking, effectively ignoring their question.

i’ve been dating Trevor since we were sixteen. five years together and you’d think i would be used to this by now, but it’s harder than one would think.

of course Trevor and i have talked about marriage, when you’ve been together this long, it’s inevitable that you’ve talked about it. but we’ve mutually decided to wait until it feels right for us. we’re only twenty-one after all. but it seems that it’s the only question i get asked nowadays.

sure, when i ran into reporters in the past, they may have asked me this question a couple times, but usually they just asked me what it was like to be high school sweethearts with an nhl player or what kind of things Trevor does at home to get ready for a game. but now it’s always ‘when are you guys getting married?’ and ‘y/n has Trevor proposed yet?’.

having been dating Trevor since his USNTDP days, it’s definitely different dealing with him now having real fans and him being approached at restaurants for pictures. i don’t mind it, but it can get to be a bit much when with his fame comes hate towards me. girls telling me i’m not good enough for him or that they could treat him better and whatnot. every photo i post on instagram has at least twenty comments saying such things.

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i’m sat on the couch waiting for Trevor to get home from his game. i left right after it ended, Trevor texting me that he had to do interviews and that Jamie would drop him off at home.

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@y/n11: the secret is out, i’m actually just @trevorzegras personal photographer 📸

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@user1: y/n using her boyfriend for clout again lol

@user2: alexa play treat you better by shawn mendes

@jackhughes: i’m stealing Louie next time i visit

@y/n11: good luck, Trevor might actually disown you as a friend if you try

@jackhughes: @y/n11 sounds like a win-win situation to me

@user3: how has it taken me months to realize she changed the number in her username to match Trevor’s jersey number? didn’t she used to be y/n46?

@user4: yeah, and before that she was y/n9 to match his usa number. they’re so cute 😭 i wonder if she’ll change her username to y/nzegras when they get married

@trevorzegras: and you’re the cutest photographer there ever was

@y/n11: i wanna smooch your face 💋💋

@_alexturcotte: whipped

@trevorzegras: @_alexturcotte i don’t see you with a girlfriend so which one of us is really winning here?

@user5: oh look, another post of Trevor. anyone wanna take a guess on what her next post will be? hint: it probably won’t her ugly ass

@_quinnhughes: miss you! come visit soon!

@trevorzegras: aww miss you too Huggy!

@_quinnhughes: @trevorzegras did it look like i tagged you? you can stay in Anaheim

@y/n11: miss you too Hugs! i’ll come with Trev on their next game there and root for you! 🧸

@user6: lmao she’s rooting for another guy? slut. bet she’s bounced around to all Trevor’s old teammates + Quinn

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i scroll through the comments on my recent instagram post, seeing all the girls insulting me or saying i use Trevor for fame. am i not allowed to post my boyfriend anymore just because he’s in the NHL?

i didn’t realize i had tears welling in my eyes until one drops onto my screen. wiping it off, i hear the front door open and shut, Trevor arriving home. i listen to the mundane sounds of him slipping his shoes off and dropping his keys into the dish by the door before i hear his footsteps coming towards the living room. i hastily wipe away my tears and sniffle before he can see that i’ve been crying.

“hey, baby.” i say, my voice not quite recovered from my throat being closed up while i was crying, but Trevor doesn’t seem to notice. he takes the seat next to me on the couch, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in so my head lays on his chest.

“hi, love. did you see that goal i made for you?” he asks and i chuckle.

“i did. you did amazing, babe. i’m so proud of you.” i tell him, wrapping my arm around his waist and squeezing him tighter to me. he drops a kiss to the top of my head and i can feel the smile on his lips.

“lemme see that pretty face.” he whispers, nudging my chin up with his hand. but when i look up at him, his smile drops. “hey, what happened? why were you crying?”

he rubs at my cheek with his thumb, tracing my puffy under eye with the tip of it. i shake my head slightly.

“it’s nothing, Trev.” he shakes his head and scowls.

“it’s not nothing if it made my girl cry. now tell me.” he says.

“it was just the comments on my instagram post. there were these girls—” i cut myself off, not knowing if i want to tell him what they said.

“hey, what? ‘there were these girls’ what?” he asks softly.

“these girls were commenting that i was using you for clout, and that i was ugly. and another one said that i’ve probably gotten with you and all your friends.” i whisper. his face contorts in disbelief before dropping into an angry frown.

“don’t listen to them.” he tells me. i open my mouth to rebut but he speaks again. “i’m serious, y/n. don’t pay them any attention. i know you’re not using me. i mean, you put up with my annoying, class clown ass in high school. if that doesn’t speak wonders then i don’t know what does.”

i giggle and land a light smack against his chest.

“i happen to have liked your annoying, class clown ass.” i tease.

“and i still wonder why.” he shrugs. “as for the other comments, you’re gorgeous, princess. you’re so beautiful. i still can’t believe i get to wake up every morning and see that pretty face. i can’t understand for the life of me, why you stay with me when you’re so out of my league. but i’m so grateful that you do, because i can’t imagine where i’d be and what my life would be like without you.”

i smile at his sweet words and lean up to kiss his lips.

“i love you.” i mumble against them.

“i love you too, babygirl.” he presses one more quick peck to my lips before pulling away “also, i know you’ve never been with any of my friends. i mean, c’mon, why would you want them when you can have this?”

he sweeps a hand down his body and i bark out a laugh. he smiles down at me, running his hand through my hair before he stops it at the back of my neck, pulling me in for another, deeper, kiss.

“you know, i’ve been thinking.” he tells me when he pulls back.

“oh that’s never good.” i say.

“ha ha ha.” he narrows his eyes at me, slipping the hand from the back of my neck in order to use it to shove my forehead, making me fall back onto the cushion of the couch behind me. “i was thinking, maybe next year?”

“maybe next year what?” i ask, face contorting in confusion.

“maybe next year we should get married.” he says. i pop back up into a sitting position quickly, nearly hitting my head against his. he chuckles and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

“Trevor Zegras did you just propose to me?” i ask, my tone incredulous. “on our couch?!”

“yeah, i guess i did.” he says. “what do you say? you wanna be my wife?”

“i could hit you right now.” i tell him.

“so, it that a no?” he asks, an eyebrow raised in questioning. i shuffle onto his lap, straddling him and grabbing his face in my hands.

“there is nothing in this world that i want more than to be your wife.” i whisper, leaning my forehead against his.

“oh thank god.” he sighs. he sticks his hand in his pocket, shuffling around in it before pulling his hand back out in a fist. he opens his fist to reveal a ring box. “because i’ve had this ring since we were eighteen.”

tears sting my eyes, my heart leaping in my chest as i pull my head back from his. he opens the box, showing off a beautiful white gold ring with a pear cut diamond and a twisted halo design.

“since we were eighteen?” i ask. “but that’s the year that we were fighting all the time.”

“yeah, and you stayed. despite all the stupid arguments, you still made sure we never went to bed angry at each other, and you stuck by my side.” he takes the ring out of the box, slipping it onto my finger before pressing a kiss to my knuckles.

“i love you so much.” i whisper before capturing his lips with mine. he pulls back a second later to mumble out his own ‘i love you’ before he resumes kissing me.

but then a thought pops into my head and i pull away, furrowing my brows at him.

“why did you have the ring in your pocket right now?” i ask him.

“well i had this whole plan that i was gonna bring you out on the ice before warm ups and ask you there but, when it came down to it, it didn’t feel right. i wanted the right moment. and now felt right.”

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@y/n11: forever with you sounds pretty great @trevorzegras

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@trevorzegras: i’m pretty damn lucky that i’ll get to call you my wife 🤍

@jackhughes: finally! i was beginning to think he would never use that damn ring! congrats guys

@y/n11: you knew about the ring?!

@jackhughes: @y/n11 who do you think helped him pick it out?

@colecaufield: congrats you guys! can’t wait to be the best man

@jackhughes: think again bud, i’m gonna be the best man

@_alexturcotte: @jackhughes i think we all know that I’M gonna be the best man because Trevor likes me best

@y/n11: @jackhughes @_alexturcotte thank you cole! and i hate to be the bearer of bad news but the best man will definitely be Louie … gotta go 🏃‍♀️

@_quinnhughes: congratulations! so happy for you two!

@y/n11: thank you Huggy! get ready to go suit shopping because i can’t imagine anyone else being my man of honor

@lhughes_06: damn, Z beat me to it. i was gonna ask you this summer at the lake house! happy for you though 🥲😪

@y/n11: aww sorry Moosey! keep an eye out just in case forever doesn’t work out

@griffinzegras: can’t wait for you to officially be my sister!

@y/n11: aww you’ve been my baby brother for 5 years but now it’ll be legally true! can’t wait to boss you around!

@griffinzegras: @y/n11 i take it back @trevorzegras any way that you wanna take her back to the pound?

@trevorzegras: @griffinzegras nah, i like this one. i’mma keep her

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[onlygenxhere]

It is well past time I recommended a fic by @sanssssastark. This week I’m recommending Let Me See What’s Underneath (rated M) it’s also the title of the same series and I’d honestly suggest starting with What She Wants but you don’t have to.

It was really hard picking just one fic to suggest. I am a huge fan and her stories are definitely one of the reasons I started writing again myself.

His voice is rough and paired with an acoustic guitar. It’s low, but clear, a voice she’d know anywhere. Luke. And it sounds like...like he’s right there with her. Bad Reputation. It's a song they both love. Shawn Mendes is a killer song writer. Not as good as Luke, but still...good. Luke messed with the arrangement on the guitar though and it’s so much better, the way he keeps his voice throaty and warm. It sends a silky sort of heat through her, lacing slowly through her veins, her heart rate ticking up with every note he hits. It’s not like she’s never heard him sing before, but somehow that’s what it feels like, his voice carrying through his room into hers. Her eyes drift closed again and she lets the sound of his voice wash over her and she can picture his eyes, back on the bus, and that expression that she’d never seen before. And then he slides into the chorus and her entire body jerks in response, every nerve ending prickling to awareness, the warmth of his voice settling deep and low inside of her.

[mendesblurb]

Our Souls Underwater

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: Mostly fluff, one or two mentions of smut, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Word count:~2.4k

A/N: The following fic is a “friends with hidden romantic feelings” situation and it is the result of the author spending countless amount of late night hours with this one guy, where they were just two people keeping each other company while completing their own assignments and exchanging stories about life before romantic feelings emerged along the way. Oops that was kinda TMI (my bad lol), anyway do let me know your thoughts and opinions, so sorry for this story being random 🙈

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Coming back from any long hours of interview sessions or live performances always felt strange for Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. It was an exhilarating and exhausting experience that made transitioning from a stadium full of people, sleeping in hotel rooms or tour buses and performing for millions of fans to feeling the peace and quiet of his own home always take some time for him to adjust.

His therapist had suggested that he should find something to make him unwind after long hours spent existing under a microscope and flashes of cameras capturing each and every move he makes like a hawk watching its prey.

Everyone but him has formed some routine to unwind. For example, Connor would always want to eat pizza and binge-watch some new Netflix releases, Brian and Meghan were always quick to turn themselves into a pair of bunnies by doing something frisky under the sheets, and you on the other hand, would much rather be soaking long hours under a bathtub full of warm temperature water.

“Think of it as another form of self-care or relaxation technique.”

“You have to say that you’ve done it at least once or twice. Nothing to be ashamed about if you admit that you don’t hate it that much, Mendes,” Connor added.

“Guys, please, I simply don't like the idea of feeling like a boiling asparagus stick.”

“You will not feel like a boiling vegetable.”

“You know, Mrs. I cannot function without baths. I really can't picture myself in a bathtub full of warm water, especially regarding relaxation purposes.”

“Aww, look, someone is turning into Mr. Grumpy,” You said, a sly smile creeping onto your lips, “You know what can help you feel better?”

“Y/n,” he warned, “Don’t you dare finish that sentence by implying that the only thing that can cure me is a bath, I swear to G—.”

“Oh, enough with the weird bullshit reasons, Mendes!” Connor interrupted from the living room, “I’d bet you don’t want to admit to us that you feel scared with the idea of soaking long hours in the warm water, huh?”

You and Connor found yourselves letting out a huge laugh at the thought of him avoiding these baths because he feels scared of the water like a kitten, “I am not a baby,” Was the only thing Shawn said, accompanied by an annoyed eye roll.

“Hear that? Yeah, that’s the voice of somebody who needs nothing more than a relaxing bath to unwind his entire day,” you said in a baby voice, mocking the singer.

“Okay, perhaps I’ll make an exception. If ever I am in a bathtub, it will only be because my girl will be joining me,” He said with a charming smile, secretly loving how the way your face would immediately react to his statements or flirtatious remarks with a fluster written and visible all across your face.

It was as if one, two, or three seconds snapped like the hand of Big Ben or the one at the Grand Central station clock that never comes late, as you always found yourself taking a few short moments to digest each and every word and sentence coming from him and try to reply to something, anything but only for it to come out as a stutter.

“Would you look at that? Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new fast-track record. Only one sentence and I have the girl lost for words. I wonder where Mrs. Independent, I need no man exterior you claim to have?” Shawn said, throwing you a wink, playfully swiping his thumb across your cheek, and closing the distance between, getting dangerously close to where you were standing.

“Oh, shut up, Mendes!” You composed yourself and moved his hand away, “You and I both know I would rather do a whole list of other things than get in that tub with you.”

You said your last sentence so sarcastically, casually as such of every other interaction you exchanged together before grabbing your favourite ice cream out of the freezer and heading to your room.

The thing that some, if not most, people still cannot wrap their heads around is the fact that It’s been the definition of years, maybe even ever, since you both fully understood the true meaning of friendships that you and Shawn have been friends.

The best of friends that could go as far as the ability to exchange millions of sarcastic sentences, have never-ending conversations about nothing and everything that ranges from philosophical things to something as far as topics about the actual difference between sex for male compared to females for hours on end if time wasn’t a constraint, secretly craving the company from the other person whenever apart, exchange of daily text messages across multiple social media platforms, then having the once every blue moon bickering like an old married couple over the stupidest stuff according to your close group of friends, and all that with an undeniable sexual tension visible for anyone to question the true nature of your relationship and a huge dash of endless back-and-forth flirtatious acts or words exchanged.

It was apparent to perhaps even the whole world that for the two of you to had the very ability to share a friendship like that, and the miracle for two people to establish this type of bond was rather beautiful and bizarre yet strange at the same time. It came as no surprise that when confronted individually, none of you dared to make any vast gestures that make romantic feelings evoke even more than they already have, as both your heads are imprinted with the belief of the other not feeling the same way, or hate the idea of ruining this friendship over the possibility of one person wanting to confess their true feelings suppressed over the lifelong friendship and establishing something romantically together.

It was then a couple of weeks later when you all found yourselves in the same spot, just coming back from Shawn’s live perfomance over a few cities. But this time, it was all packed into a tight schedule that made the singer and the entire crew exhausted to the bone. It was difficult for Shawn, as it seemed like he was pulled into different directions simultaneously with no time to catch his breath. He hadn’t said a word to anyone since the last show wrapped up, and everyone gave him some much-needed personal space during the flight back. Exhaustion was clinging deep into his body and flooding his mind to the point where he just wanted to shut his brain off and forget about everything; so much that he found himself walking past everyone and heading straight to his room without thinking twice.

You knew how exhausted he must’ve felt, so before you reached his bedroom, you gently grabbed his arm, “I don’t want to talk to anyone right now, please,” He said.

“I just wanted to tell you that I am aware that the past couple of days were nothing but a hectic blur, so I just wanted you to know that I’m here for you if you want to talk about anything or just sit silently. I’m always here for you, no matter the time or moment you need me.”

Those were the last few words you said before letting his hand go, once again giving him the space he needed, and you knew that exhaustion had already taken over his body as soon as he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

You didn’t know that even a few short hours later, he was still tossing and turning under the sheets, unable to shut his eyes or mind off and get some much-needed rest, although his mind and body felt exhausted.

His head turned around and looked at the clock, 23:01 it displayed. For a while, he sat on his bed, checking his phone for updates about anything before exiting the room to distract his mind. The corridor was dark, with only one light source coming from your bedroom door. The singer paced a couple of times outside your door, debating whether he should knock but thinking whether your nocturnal companion was still keeping you awake or had you already fallen asleep, exhaustion taking over before you could gain the energy to turn off the lights.

However, before thinking further, he found his hand knocking on the door. To his surprise, a light knock was enough to open the door, “Y/n? Are you awake?” His voice lowers into a whisper while peeking his head into your room, only for his gaze to fall into an empty bed. You were nowhere to be found until he heard the light sound of your Spotify playlist coming from the bathroom. You were there, and he knew that his next steps were risky or, more accurately, invading your personal space. But part of him didn’t care. Selfishly, he just desperately could really use your company.

And so he took a couple of steps until he was at the bathroom door, with each step he could hear his own heart beating faster and the sounds of the faucet as it hit the bathtub and your favourite singers on the speaker only made him even more nervous, second-guessing his decision.

“Shawn?” You say from behind the cracked door.

“Um, yeah, it’s me. How did you know?” He responded nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as his mind was still second-guessing and debating whether his decision was actually a good idea.

“Who else has a nocturnal side that they cannot kill?” You said, trying to hold back your laughter.

“You know me so well.”

“You can come in if you want, or it’s okay too if you feel more comfortable, we can just keep talking through the door.”

The singer finally decided to interact with you appropriately as he found himself opening the bathroom door and stepping inside. The sight of you greeted him in the tub. The room was illuminated with the soft glow of your favourite candles, the scent of essential oils that were for therapeutic purposes, white puffy bubbles all across the tub of water, and the sound of your favourite playlist.

Tonight was the first time he truly ever took the time to notice it.

“Sorry, I just- well, I know this is- I wanted to - I don’t know who else -” he was stumbling, couldn’t form the proper set of sentences at the mere sight of you. You looked beautiful yet angelic. It was apparent to him that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on, but right now, even as your hair wasn’t done, or any makeup didn’t cover your face, or you weren’t wearing any dresses that perfectly hugged around your body; that he found himself more mesmerised by how your existence was enough to make him feel all sorts of comfort that no therapy sessions, lavish parties or meditation could genuinely give him.

“It’s okay. You know we don’t have to talk,” You say, “Care to join me?”

It felt like gravity was pushing him to decide instead of his brain controlling his movements as he already found himself stripping out of his clothes. Meanwhile, you found yourself with your head facing the wall, feeling sudden shyness at the sight of your opposite-gender friend removing all his clothing from head to toe in front of you.

“You don’t have to look away, you know. I bet it’s not your first time encountering the male anatomy, and I am getting inside the water with you.”

“I know, but this- this isn’t like that,” You said, still choosing to look away, “We are not doing anything to satisfy a pang of hunger. This is something else. I don’t want to ruin this moment by looking into it as if it is something that-“

“Yeah, just something that should be fulfilled at a more appropriate time,” Was all your friend could reply before carefully stepping into the tub, trying to keep his balance. Once he settled up, he scooted closer to your side, not too close to minimise any possible distance, but enough for the two of you to be situated in front of each other.

As he sinks deeper into the lukewarm water, you are glad to see how a deep sigh of relief escapes his lips, with a tired gaze his eyes rolling from all the exhaustion, his body relaxing, shoulders casually leaning into the walls of the tub, and sight of feeling at ease, comfort, and gush of smile was written all across his face.

“Is it the bubbles that finally persuaded you?”

“Perhaps that or maybe the whole idea that I actually feel more relaxed in a way I never thought possible and not feel like an actual boiling vegetable stick is finally winning me over,” he said, and you both laughed at that.

Then, moments later, as the conversations drift to more illogical ones and the laughters died down, you again faced him, “I’m sorry, I can only offer my companion.”

“Are you kidding me?” He smiled, “This is the best thing that anyone has ever done for me all year long.”

More minutes passed by, as none of you seem to remember how long you two lay there. But, when the two of you started to yawn more and more, you decided to get out of the water, “Mendes, face the wall. I need some privacy while I get out of here.”

“You’re telling me you still need privacy? I thought we moved past that. Y/n, we have been naked in here the whole time!” He shook his head and laughed as he turned to the wall, ears perking up to the sounds of water gently splashing as you got out of the tub, and his eyes could not help shoot you a side-eye glance through the mirror.

“Prying eyes,” You said with a smile as your eyes locked through the mirror, wrapping the towel on your body, “You can look now.”

“Pass me one of the towels, too?” he said as he stood up from the tub. Your eyes were wide open at the sight of him standing tall in nothing but his birthday suit. You could hear your heartbeat increasing and butterflies fluttering across your stomach before your hands moved quickly to pass him the towel and turned to face the door, clearly feeling the sudden shyness again at the current situation you found yourself in, “Prying eyes,” Was all he said back, with a signature boyish grin and million dollar smile that you knew was already written all over his lips.

“This was actually fun, we should do it again,” He said, pressing his lips to your temple before hands gathering his clothes and walking out of the room.

What have both of you started?

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[ashwhowrites]

Can i request a fic based on the song treat you better by shawn mendes. Maybe reader is with steve and they invite eddie to a music festival like a coachella type thing. But at the festival steve keeps checking out other girls and just gawking at them right in front of reader. Obviously reader gets upset and just insecure and she notices that the whole time eddie only has eyes for the reader. Maybe they end up ditching steve or losing him in the crowd and they go off on their own. You can end it how ever you like.

I love Shawn Mendes :)

Here you go baby! Thank you for your patience as I worked to get this out

Steve is an asshole. Not proofread

Eddie used to be a fan of Steve. He grew a lot of respect for him after the whole upside. That's when he met his girlfriend, Y/N.

At first Eddie didn't even think they were together. Steve always talked about girls like he was a single bachelor and searching for the one.

Eddie has known the girl for a year now. Watching as she was pushed aside by her own boyfriend. Eddie knew he didn't have a right to say anything. He was Steve's friend but he started liking the girl. He found himself asking if she was going to be around. Smiling whenever she was near. Blushing when she would turn her whole body to talk to him. It was wrong to like her but Steve was so wrong for her.

I won't lie to you

I know he's just not right for you

And you can tell me if I'm off

But I see it on your face

When you say that he's the one that you want

Eddie and Y/N grew very close. A tight bounded friendship blossomed between the two. He could tell her anything and she could tell him anything. No topic was off the table.

Which is why Eddie knew he needed to say something about her relationship with Steve. She didn't look happy, just drained. Eddie knew he could treat her so much better. Steve just didn't care but Eddie did. He cared too much.

"I really don't think he's right for you anymore" Eddie said gently. Y/N once again sat on his bed crying her eyes out. Steve missed another date because of "work". But Eddie knew Steve didn't even work Tuesday nights.

She refused to accept that her and Steve were dying. Steve was her safety net. Someone she's been with since she was seventeen. She couldn't just lose that. She couldn't start over with someone new. Steve was comfortable.

Eddie knew she was lying when she'd say Steve was all she wanted so she'll stay. Easily telling her she was making that up to make herself feel better. She would deny and deny. Screaming at Eddie for saying such lies about how she felt. Slamming the door once again as she went home.

And you're spending all your time

In this wrong situation

And anytime you want it to stop

I know I can treat you better than he can

And any girl like you deserves a gentleman

Tell me, why are we wasting time

On all your wasted crying

When you should be with me instead?

I know I can treat you better

Better than he can

She invited Eddie to a music festival, she planned for it to be just them since music was their thing. But Steve thought it would be inappropriate for them to go alone, so he joined.

Eddie faked a smile when she excitedly said Steve wanted to come too. If she wanted him there, then that's fine.

But now as she sang along to the song, dancing with Eddie. Eddie couldn't help but see Steve's eyes constantly moving to look at all the girls walking by.

What was there to look at?

Steve had easily the most gorgeous girl in the world as a girlfriend. Eddie didn't understand how Steve's eyes left her. Eddie knows his eyes never do.

He felt her body stop moving, shoulders deflating as she looked to see Steve winking at another girl that waved. The girl giggled. She had a small cropped shirt, her stomach fully on display. Eddie watched as Y/N tugged down her tank top, arms covering her body.

Eddie scoffed at Steve and grabbed her hand, dragging her through the crowd. Not bothering to see if Steve noticed.

"EDDIE WHERE ARE WE GOING?" she screamed over the crowd.

Eddie just kept pulling her. A lie on his tongue

"I NEED AIR"

She quickly went into action, walking faster as she found a spot in the shade.

"wait here! I'm going to get water" she quickly ran to the water stands.

~~

"yo what the fuck?" Steve snapped. Finally finding Eddie.

"what Harrington?"

"YOU GUYS JUST LEFT!" Steve yelled. Throwing his hands up in the air

"HEY DO NOT YELL AT HIM. HES SICK!" Y/N screamed as she handed Eddie the water. Quickly using her spare scrunchie to pull his hair back.

"I'm going to see if they have any gum. Okay?" She kissed his sweaty head.

Eddie smiled and thanked her. Smiling after her as she walked to the emergency care booth

"you like her don't you?" Steve growled. His eyes watching as Eddie's didn't leave her once.

Eddie shook his head, ignoring him. Sipping on his water. Knowing she'd yell at him if the water wasn't half gone by the time she got back.

Steve slapped the water out of his hands.

"fuck you man" Steve snapped.

Eddie was slowly losing his cool

"fuck me? No fuck you! You treat her like ass man" Eddie snapped. Standing up, chest to chest

"oh what you can do better?" Steve snarled

"I know for a fact I can do better. I can treat her better than you any fucking day. Try me" Eddie growled. Shoving Steve away from him.

"oh really? Think she even noticed you? Your pathetic little crush. I see you watching her all the time. Giving her hugs, pecks on the cheek, little gifts. She doesn't care about you Eddie. She's MY girlfriend, not yours! So back off"

"your girlfriend? Why don't you start treating her like it. I think I've seen you eye fuck three different girls so far. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER! Do you even see what you do to her? You make her doubt herself. You make her think she isn't worthy of anything. You have the perfect girl and you are too blind to see it. She's going to wake up one day and see you are wasting her time. And I'll be ready for her. So fuck you Steve and fuck you for breaking her apart." He shoved Steve one last time as he stomped off.

Give me a sign

Take my hand, we'll be fine

Promise I won't let you down

Just know that you don't

Have to do this alone

Promise I'll never let you down

It's been two days since the music festival. Eddie hasn't seen her since. Or Steve. He didn't care about the Steve part.

Eddie was sketching a portrait of hellfire when there was a knock on his door.

"OPEN" he screamed. Figuring it was Wayne he didn't bother to turn around

"Dustin's dimple is on the other cheek"

Eddie snapped his head to see Y/N standing with a teasing smile on her face.

Her body covered in a hoodie of Eddie's that she stole months ago. A pair of jeans shorts and fuzzy socks.

"what are you doing here?" He smiled. Turning in his chair to give her his full attention

"Steve and I broke up" she said, a tight smile on her lips as she hugged herself. Shrugging as she delivered the news

"shit babe. I'm so sorry" he sighed. Standing up and walking over to her

"no you're not Eddie"

He froze as he reached her

"what?"

"you're not sorry Eddie. He told me everything" she looked up at him. Her eyes were wet as she stared into his brown eyes

"he's lying. Whatever he said he was full of shit" Eddie defended. He couldn't imagine what awful things Steve said to her. Anything to protect himself, that's what Steve does.

"so you don't like me? You don't have a crush on me? And want to treat me better than Steve ever did?" She moved closer to him. So close she could smell his cigarette breath. And she hated that she craved it.

Eddie was shocked. He didn't expect Steve to actually tell her the truth

"he said all of that?" He choked out

"no he didn't....he tried to say you thought he could do better than me. But I heard you guys fighting before you left the festival. I wanted to see if for once he'd tell me the truth. And he didn't" she laughed, both knowing the situation she was in wasn't funny

"god he's such a dick" Eddie snapped

Easily calming down when she held his cheek softly

"are you sure you want this with me?" She asked quietly.

Eddie hated how badly she doubted herself. He placed his hand over hers, using his free arm to wrap around her waist.

"I've never been so sure about anything" he leaned in, closing his eyes as he smelled her peppermint chapstick, pecking her lips softly. Allowing her to take the kiss anyway she wanted. She pushed herself against him harder. Deepening the kiss as much as she could. Licking his bottom lip in seconds, humming as he opened his mouth and let her slip her tongue inside. Loving the taste of his cigarette breath and the hint of beer he snuck from Wayne.

He moaned as he pulled away

His eyes opening slowly as he looked over her soft face

"you won't ever deal with anything alone again. It's you and me now. I'll never let you down"

And she believed him

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[viennakarma]

hi, i'm rae

So, here are a few (fun?)facts about my writing, since you guys have dropped a couple of asks about it before.

- you guys always comment on my pace. i can write full, detailed stories, but since i write here mostly oneshots (or twoshots lol) i have a bunch of stuff i want to happen on the story, that's why most are pretty fast paced (like everything i wanted and mdfae that go through many years). but when i write multichapters, i usually go slower with the pace and deeper with the writing.

- in my first languague i'm currently writing a multichapter fanfic with lewis hamilton and an oc brazilian supermodel in a fake dating situation. this fanfic is part of a small universe that (in the future) include intertwined stories with two other drivers.

- I speak portuguese, english and spanish. I studied french for a year then dropped because i thought the sonority of the language was too hard for me (i'll try again someday tho). i'm currently studying italian (that's lewis mf hamilton's fault).

- i've been writing fanfics since around 2014, and i've been in a few fandoms like 1d, shawn mendes, mcu, reylo, nashuri, footballers and many others i won't be bringing up.

- my mom and dad are ayrton senna's super fans, they cried a lot when may 1st 1994 happened. so, naturally i grew up a senna fangirl too. (both my mom and my dad can can rant for hours about ayrton senna) (as a teen, my mom had a wall of posters of him and other famous men she liked back in the day)

- i've never felt comfortable writing in english until i started this blog to formula 1 (i've had three other oneshots i've written before this but i don't like them today). i really believe i've found my jam here.

- when i'm writing my fics, the drivers are fictional people in my brain.

- there are a few drivers on the grid that i don't like, but you won't ever catch me shit-talking them (publicly) because i don't engage in this hater energy.

thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[sweetcreatxr]

♥︎Always been you (2)♥︎

(Part 2 : Back to you )

A Chris evans x singer!malereader mini fic

Here part 1 !

Warnings : a lot of sadness, flashbacks, hurt feelings, Y/N having the best fans ! Sebastian shipping reader and Chris( still not warning but anyway !)

btw y/n has the same voice as Shawn Mendes because i freacking love his but feel free to pick another singer and also has the same energy and style as Harry Styles because that man is everything !

A/N : so so so sorry for the long wait, ive been overwhelmed with work for my school lately and i have sooo many importants exams so yeah, sorry again !!

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y/n's pov third person

Y/n wasn't an idiot, he was many things but naive wasn't one of them. So when David, one of his guitarist, offered him a drink for after their concert tonight, y/n knew exactly what David was referring to.

You see, David had been in love with y/n for years, long before Chris came into his life, so knowing the couple was on the brink was a golden opportunity for David.

Y/n knew it and despite that, couldn't get rid of him like that, the decision wasn't even up to him and moreover, Y/n was careful not to tell him that he was the main reason for the tensions in his couple with the Boston man.

No, he certainly didn't want to give him that joy!

Y/n therefore contented himself with ignoring him and thinking of something more positive, hoping to silence all the negative thoughts that had crossed his mind for 5 months now.

5 long months where he couldn't feel Chris' beard brushing against him while they kissed madly, where he couldn't feel his heart beating every time his lover appeared in the same room as him, of his smelling his body smell after one of their tumultuous sexual activities, leaving them in a most divine state, or simply not being able to catch a glimpse of his beautiful smile and laughter.

He still remembers a joke that had made him and the reaction of his man: "knock knock"

" Who's there ?"

"Who"

"Who who ?

" What are you, an owl ?

Chris laughed while taking hold of his left pectorals and tilting his head back but he quickly regained his senses before looking y/n as if he had done the most monstrous thing in the world.

"How dare you… use my own jokes against me, what a monster you are!

Armed with his strong Boston accent, Chris complained again and again while exaggerating his movements while y/n approached, a teasing smile on his face and wrapped his arms around Chris, this one being 10 centimeters taller than him, and took his gorgeous ass into his hands, causing a small cry in the mouth of Chris who stopped talking immediately and looked in disbelief, y/n who smiled innocently before leaving to their room while rolling his hips.

Y/n knew that his morphology drove his man totally crazy, especially when he used it to achieve his goals.

"So, are you coming sir 'I refuse to share my jokes'? I'll wait for you in the bedroom, hurry up…"

The rest of course being them making love for the rest of the afternoon, leaving them empty of energy for the rest of the evening, and the days to come.

Y/n was now shaking with tears sitting on the floor in his dressing room, he was trying his best to stop but it was so hard! He sincerely thought that he and Chris were meant to end their lives together, he had dreamed of it so much and now he could only do that, dream over and over again, wondering how their lives could have been without this fight.

He didn't have time to lament more than Sebastian rushed into his dressing room and came directly to take him in his arms without asking him any questions.

"Don't worry too much Y/n it'll be fine…I had him on the phone earlier and he's on his way, he'll come to see you and you guys will be able to explain everything together, everything will be like before you'll see!"

Y/n raised his head and was greeted by the devastated gaze of his big brother, sad to see his face flooded with endless tears.

"I send him hundreds of messages…he hasn't even opened them…"

Y/n finished his sentence with a small voice, getting ready to start crying again.

"He's driving, if you want him to come back to you, he better be alive right?"

Sebastian grabbed his brother's chin as he pulled him up and continued, "Listen, I know it might sound easy for me to say this but I think you need to pull yourself together! Your gig is in 2 hours and There are already plenty of people waiting for your arrival! They are just waiting for you and your good mood while you are there depressed…"

"You're right…it is very easy for you to tell me that, it isn't you who has your heart broken into a thousand pieces ! Plus, you're both actors! It's certainly easier since you are used to lying, hiding your feelings, but the only things I excel at are writing and singing…"

Sebastian took a few steps back, a small amused sneer on his face.

" So uhh, to begin with : that's not the job of an actor ! Given the lack of time we are facing, we will have this conversation later ! And precisely ! You are an incredible composer and singer and tonight I don't want you to act like everything is fine because that would be lying to yourself, but express yourself ! Sing until you cry!"

"So...About Chris…are you sure he'll be there..?"

"I can assure you that yes y/n. And to bounce on this story of asset, I may be an actor, I also like to sing!"

Y/n got up from the floor and began to choose the outfit he was going to wear before turning around to get his brother's approval, who gave him a thumbs up and a whistle.

"Everyone knows that you love to sing Seb but it doesn't mean that you KNOW how to sing…" replied Y/n with a small smile on his lips.

"And that doesn't mean that I'm gonna stop, you little jerk!" retorted Seb, throwing a pillow at his brother's face.

"Get out of here! I have to get ready to impress your dear friend"

"You know that even if you dress normally he would still be crazy about you?" Seb asked him while approaching the door of the dressing room

"I know"

Chris' pov third person

Chris was now sure, despite the fact that he loved this city, he didn't want to deal with this kind of situation ever again he was currently facing : traffic jams.

He was even more frustrated because he said to Sebastian that he would be there on time and he wanted on top of that not to disappoint anymore y/n, just thinking about him his heart sank as well as his hands on his steering wheel.

"FUCKING SHIT !" he said, honking his horn with all his might, causing a wave of honking all over the road.

Chris leaned back roughly and sighed, he was at his wit's end, he saw his couple tearing apart in front of his eyes and he couldn't do anything concrete but wait.

So he took his phone and started looking at pictures of y/n and him, happy, and without him noticing, tears were running down his cheeks.

He was very sober now and he had the ability to remember some things, like the time he had organized a surprise birthday party for his lover, but it had all almost gone wrong because of his touchiness. :

Chris had gotten up earlier than usual, just to carry out his plan: today was his boyfriend's birthday and he had planned a party for him in a small group but which will remain unforgettable for the young singer .

Chris therefore prepared himself at the speed of light and went down into the basement of their house, all without making the slightest noise, collected the gift(s) he had collected in advance the day before and left for his brother's house to drop everything off.

He then proceeded to continue the course of his day as if nothing exceptional was brewing in Scott's house.

Chris had all day paid attention to y/n's reactions who seemed really sad that his own boyfriend didn't wish him a "happy birthday", but Chris told himself that it was for a good cause and that of course he might getting scolded a bit but that the evening will end with y/n begging Chris to let him cum.

But what Chris didn't know was that y/n, really saddened by this day given Chris' utter ignorance, decided to spend his day at the first bar that came his way.

It was social media that alerted Chris as he tried to figure out where y/n might be. Lots of photos of him, drunk and on the edge of the abyss, were on different types of social networks and even articles with titles like: y/n l/n, all alone and drunk on his 29th birthday.

The evening ended with Chris picking up y/n from one of his bars and driving him home. All the way the singer was just asking Chris why he hadn't wished him a happy birthday.

"You…you left me rotting like a big jerk Christopher.. Why…why did you do that? Ignoring me like that…"

Chris felt the guilt growing inside him more and more, it was not his intention to upset his lover.

" I'm sorry love…I didn't want…I just wanted to give you a birthday party but don't worry I canceled, we're going to spend the evening together with a good old Disney, just the two of us, OK ?"

And that's what they did, just the two of them, they had fallen asleep on each other, y/n not letting go of Chris and Chris not wanting to anyway.

" I love you my baby "

Chris looked up from his phone, tears streaming down his face and as he continued down the road, his phone rang announcing his best friend's name.

Chris sighed and took the call.

" Halo ?"

"Where the fuck are you, the concert is going to start any moment! Don't tell me you preferred to parade Evans?! I'm warning you-

"How is he doing?"

"Chris where the fuck are you, that's my question!"

"And I just want to know how he is! Please…"

Chris heard Sebastian sigh and he spoke again.

"Bad, he's not well at all, I told him to get back on his feet at least for this evening but I realize that it's easier said than done…he wants to impress you tonight you know…"

"It's not up to him to do it but to me…it's me who must redeem myself!"

"I agree there…well I told y/n that the reason you weren't replying to his messages was because you were driving…if he finds out we're talking WHILE you're driving he's going to kill us both, and you know that he can do it…"

Chris laughed a little bit and refocused on the road which had become much clearer.

"I have my reasons, and before you ask me, it's just that I prefer to talk to him face to face"

"maybe but that's not a reason to totally ghost him, you know?"

"I know"

omniscient pov

"Y/N you come on stage in 3…!"

Y/n felt overwhelmed by his emotions, he had received confirmation from Sebastian that Chris was on his way and maybe even already in the stadium but the singer had great doubts.

" 2...!"

He wasn't sure if he really wanted to have this conversation with the actor, he felt broken both physically and mentally and didn't know how he could manage to get over it.

" 1...!"

He wanted to run away, run away as far as possible because he was afraid that his heart would break even more than it already is. But he knew it, it was essential for him as for Chris, if this one had for goal to give up their couple to go forward.

"Go Y/n to you!"

The singer put on his most fake and beautiful smile and entered the stage while hopping and waving his hands for the audience.

"How are you tonight Boston!!"

Screams that could be heard across the country took place and y/n took his guitar specially made for him and started directly strumming the strings on a tune that his fans had never heard before, and for good reason, it was a new song that he had no intention of recording in the studio but that, given the circumstances, was very appropriate to let his feelings speak.

" OK so now, i'm gonna sing a new song that i've writen times ago and i've just finished writing it soo, here it goes !"

He gave the green light to his team and began to sing

Took you like a shot

Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening

Let a couple years water down how I'm feeling about you

Y/n was standing there, standing on the stage and letting his heart speak

And every time we talk

Every single word builds up to this moment

And I gotta convince myself

I don't want it even though I do

he walked even further to the front of the stage and looked over to the VIP area where he could see his brother and a few of his friends but no sign of Chris, Sebastian confirming that by shaking his head from side to side.

You could break my heart in two

But when it heals, it beats for you

I know it's forward but it's true

Those lyrics were probably the most obvious to everyone, that song was obviously for Chris, but he wasn't even there.

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to

When I'm lying close to someone else

You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it

If I could do it all again

I know I'd go back to you

But what Y/n didn't know is that Chris was right now in the building trying to enter the room but one of the guards was stopping him because he didn't have of a ticket.

"But you know who the fuck I am?!"

"No sir, the only thing I know is that you don't have a ticket and therefore you can't pass."

The security guard remained calm while Chris got out of his hinges, he hadn't spent more than 2 hours in his car breaking his skull on his steering wheel all that to not get in!

"Do a simple Google search and you'll see! I- please just do this search I MUST get inside! My boyfriend is waiting!!"

The guard didn't have time to answer when another guard appeared and asked what was going on.

"Sir please I have to-"

But Chris was cut off by a scream and a huge smile from the security guard who hastened to add:

"Oh my God! I can't believe it! Ms. Evans! A great honor! My son and I are big fans of your character, Captain America, too! I-! Wow!"

"But what are you doing here? You can't re-enter?! Let's go, I'll escort you to the VIP section!"

Chris didn't even have time to explain the situation before he was pulled into an endless corridor with the inscription Very Important Person on it.

After a long time of walking, going up and down the stairs, they finally arrived at their destination, this moment of walking was still very pleasant for Chris who was able to chat with Dan, the security guard turned out to be one of his biggest fan.

"We've arrived Ms Evans and thanks again for the autographs and the photo!"

"No problem! Thanks again Dan!"

Chris walked back into the room and walked straight to Sebastian who waved at him.

"Finally!! Come and settle down!"

"Where is Y/n?"

Chris looked towards the stage but couldn't find him.

"He's just there, interacting with his fans, we'll never change him!" sneered Seb while shouting and encouraging y/n who was now dancing to 'You're the one that i want'

And it was in an instant, a short but powerful instant that Y/n and Chris had eye contact. Despite the distance between them, they could both feel that warm feeling filling their hearts. Despite their differences, they could finally look each other straight in the eye and understand each other.

Chris asking for forgiveness for everything he put him through and y/n for not trying to understand him enough.

Their exchange although short did not pass through anyone, everyone noticed and shouted, Sebastian first!

"Go find him!" he whispered in her ear

"But I-"

Sebastian took his arm and pushed him out.

" Go. Join. Him. He's just waiting for that, can't you see??!"

" I- Yeah what the hell !

Everyone around him shouted with joy and Chris snuck his way backstage as best he could and that's when he ran into Dan again.

"Dan ! Thank God ! I'll need one last favor…"

"With pleasure Ms. Evans!"

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OMGG Finallyyy ! Again sorry for the long waiting but i had really no time to write with everyone goingon with my life ! But here ! Part 2 ! Hope you guys will like it !!

[cherienymphe]

lmao I was thinking about how it’s basically a rite of passage for every fan fic reader/writer to get their start on wattpad before moving on to ao3 or tumblr and it took me back to five summers ago when I first discovered wattpad and would read tom holland/peter parker x readers while listening to señorita by shawn mendes featuring camila cabello on repeat. when did you first discover fan fiction and what did you read first?

Yeah I started out on ff.net with dramione lol. I didn't start reading x reader fics like that until 2016 and it was on tumblr

[shawnxstyles]

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[fallinallincurls]

tell me you want it a thousand miles away from the day that we started

i’m so excited to share this one! this is my fic for @antoineroussel‘s winter fic exchange 2k23 and it’s for @hockeylvr59 !! i hope you love this so much! it’s my first time really writing an oc and it was fun stepping out of my comfort zone to try something new. as always, shoutout to the very best @tonyspep​ who listened to me ramble about ideas and is just amazing.

summary: evelyn and cale were perfect, until their relationship couldn’t stand the distance of him moving to colorado. now, years later, cale runs into the girl who still holds his heart after she goes through a bad breakup and is hoping for a second chance. one that evelyn is more than happy to give him.

playlist- still by niall horan, love of my life by harry styles, always been you by shawn mendes, i’m in love with you by the 1975

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

word count: 5.6k

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“No way in hell am I going skiing. What if I break my leg or something? Who’s going to explain that to Bedsy?”

“Nathan, there’s this thing called fun. You should try it sometime.” EJ chirps back, clapping a hand on Nate’s shoulder as the Canadian rolls his eyes.

“Just don’t break your leg, Nate. Simple as that. We’re doing this in the spirit of team bonding! It’s a team holiday trip.” Gabe says in response with a genuine smile on his perfect face.

“Yay! Team bonding!” Newy exclaims, a little over the top which makes several of them laugh including Cale.

“Can we get hot chocolate after?” JT chimes in, voice serious but hopeful like that’s the only thing that can convince him to get on the slope. 

“Sure. Hot chocolate after. Now let’s go!” 

Nate shuffles forward, grumbling to himself and the sight makes Cale chuckle. He’s not the biggest fan of skiing either, but he always enjoys any time he can spend with the guys. No matter what activity it includes.

This time, it just happens to be skiing at a resort in Vail. Gabe decided a team retreat would be a fun idea leading up to the holidays and you can’t say no to the captain.

So here Cale is, awkwardly standing in the lobby dressed in his ski gear and surrounded by his teammates who all have mixed reactions to what’s about to happen.

He’s just about to ask Nate if he even knows how to ski, because if not they might actually have to think up a reason to give Bedsy just in case, when a flash of bright red hair catches his eye near the entrance of the lodge. 

At first, Cale thinks it’s the resident ginger of the team. But JT is ahead of him, being jostled around by Newy and Bo, so it can’t be him. Why does he care anyway? 

But then, as he looks back to hopefully get another glimpse, he realizes why he cares. He realizes why the splash of red captured his attention in the first place. Because it was that exact red hair he used to see every day, run his fingers through and adored so much. Cale is frozen in place, gaze locked on the girl he still loves with his entire being. The one who got away.

Before he can think or see the confused look on Nate’s face, he’s leaving the group behind and trudging across the lobby towards the familiar red hair. He’s nervous, really nervous, but he hasn’t seen her in a few years now. And if he misses this opportunity, he wouldn’t ever forgive himself. 

“Evelyn.” Cale doesn’t even recognize his own voice. He gently taps her on the shoulder and all the wind is knocked out of his lungs. Maybe it’s the time apart or Cale’s simply forgotten how gorgeous she is, but when she looks at him, he swears she is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

“Cale?” She asks in shock, brows furrowing for a moment before a beaming smile blossoms across her lips. “Cale! Ohmygosh, how are you? It’s been so long.” Evelyn gives him a quick hug and suddenly, Cale is thinking about how he’s going to have to thank Landy for this silly idea.

“It’s nice to see you.” 

“You too! I didn’t know you skied. A new hobby?” Evelyn teases. It’s like nothing ever happened, no time has passed. But Cale knows that’s too good to be true. 

“No, no. A team bonding trip.” Cale explains, nodding towards the door where the team left moments ago. “I’m not very good anyway.” He can feel his cheeks heating up with blush, the familiar pink becoming apparent in mere seconds. 

“Oh, please. I’ve seen you skate and know you’ve got balance and coordination like no one else.” 

“Uh, well, thanks.” He murmurs shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. Cale knows the inevitable end of conversation is coming. Where she tells him how great it’s been to see him and she disappears from his life again. His mind is whirring to find something to say just to keep her talking, to keep her in front of him. 

He isn’t quick enough.

“It’s been nice seeing you, Cale. And I’d love to catch up more, but I have to go. Have fun on the slopes and tell everyone hi for me!” Evelyn says cheerfully, giving him the smile that he still loves before he gives his own goodbye and she’s gone.

“Dude, who’s the redhead?” Nate’s voice snaps Cale back to the present. Of course, Nate stayed behind and saw all of that. “And why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost? You’re not gonna get a girl looking that terrified.”

“Geez, thanks.” Cale mutters, turning to face Nate who’s wearing a look of concern mixed with curiosity.

“Who’s the redhead?” He asks again. Nate is nothing but relentless, Cale should know this by now, and he’s going to have to explain in order for the topic to be dropped.

“Her name is Evelyn. We dated for awhile back when I was at UMass and we tried to keep it going long distance when I came here, but it didn’t work out.”

“But you’re still in love with her.” It’s not a question, but a statement.

Damn it. Why couldn’t EJ have seen the whole interaction? He would’ve just teased Cale about having a thing for gingers. Or even Gabe who would’ve given him some kind of pep talk. But no, Nate had to be the witness and he’s so observant that nothing can be hidden from him.

“Yeah, I’m still in love with her.” Cale admits, voice full of defeat and longing.

“Then why didn’t you just make your move?” The question falls from Nate’s lips with a tone of incredulously and Cale sighs. There’s so much more than them just being exes.

“She just got out of a long term relationship. They were together for a year and half or something like that. Mom told me. I can’t just jump in there like she’s okay and the last thing I want is to be a rebound.” 

But Cale can’t help but wonder what exactly Evelyn is doing here. Last he heard, she had graduated from UMass and returned home to Calgary where she got her first big job and her own apartment. Plus, she had told Cale himself when they were trying to make long distance work that she couldn’t see herself living in Colorado. Yet she’s here.

Does she live here now? Or maybe she’s just visiting. That’s more realistic. But who would she be coming to see? She doesn’t know anyone in the entire state of Colorado besides him. At least that Cale knows of.

“Cale?” Nate’s voice is soft, but snaps the defenseman back to the present. 

“Huh?”  

“I think you should talk to her. You never know what could come of it. And you still love her! Doesn’t matter what happened in the past, I think she needs you more than you realize right now, especially coming out of a relationship like that.” 

“Thanks, Gabe.” Cale says pointedly, giving Nate a look that’s supposed to be mean but he doubts it comes across the way he intends. Nate’s smile gives that away. “When did you become so wise and captain-like?”

“Just-” Nate starts, putting a hand on Cale’s shoulder shaking his head at the chirps before continuing. “Think about it. Okay?”

That’s easy, but Cale doesn’t say that out loud. All he’s going to be doing until he sees her again is thinking. Thinking about her.

Cale gets answers to all but one question when he calls his mom the next day. He barely gets through saying hello before the news bursts out.

“Mom, you’ll never guess who I saw yesterday.” 

“Who?” Laura asks with curiosity.

“Evelyn. Eve, like my Eve.” The nickname rolls off his tongue naturally. Cale’s the only one who ever got to call her Eve and saying it now feels so right. Like there’s still a chance she could be his Eve again. Not Evelyn like she is for everyone else. Eve.

“Oh, honey. Did you really?” 

“Yeah, we’re on this mini team retreat right now, Gabe’s idea, and I saw her in the lobby before we went skiing.” He explains, taking a deep breath. “Did you know she would be in Colorado?”

It’s a loaded question, Cale knows that, but he has to know. He’s known Evelyn pretty much his whole life and even after they broke up, their families still stayed in touch. He just needed to know more about why he saw her in the last place he ever would’ve expected.

“Um, not exactly.” 

“Mom!”

“I didn’t know, Cale! Her mom said that after the breakup, Eve decided she needed a fresh start and left Calgary. That’s the last I heard. But apparently she landed in Colorado if you saw her.” 

Cale is silent for a moment, absorbing everything Laura just said. Nate’s words from the other day become clear again and he knows what he’s going to do next. 

“I know it might be out of nowhere, but I think she could use a friend, Cale. She’s taking this really hard and I can’t imagine how scary it might be also being somewhere completely new too. If you see her again, ask if she wants to get a coffee or something simple. You know how she loves the wintertime and that might be tainted now with everything going on.” Laura says softly and Cale knows she’s right. In fact, that’s almost exactly what he’s thinking. 

“Okay, you’re right. Thanks, Mom.” Cale replies before they exchange the usual love you’s and see you soon’s. He lets out a sigh of relief and leans back against the couch. It might not have been the answers he was looking for, but now he at least knows what he has to do. 

And if there’s any chance of getting back together, even just the tiniest little sliver of hope, Cale has to know. But first and foremost, he has to be the friend that Eve needs more than ever.

Not even a week into the new year, Cale finds himself back at the ski lodge where the team was during the holidays for Gabe’s grand idea. He has no idea if he’ll see Eve here again, like maybe the run-in was some twist of fate and only destined to happen once, but he has to try. As he’s running through all the options of what to say to her, Cale spots the familiar flash of red hair and his heart starts to race.

Now or never.

He walks up to the front desk in the lobby where Eve is talking to someone on the opposite side, her sweet smile on full display. Before Cale can even say anything, she senses someone next to her and turns to offer a kind look but then realizes who it is.

“Cale! How crazy is this?” Eve says, her voice full of happiness. She guides him away from the front desk, thanking the employee she was just talking to and that’s when Cale seemingly loses control of his tongue.

“Eve, hi. It’s really great to see you again.”

“You too. Do you come here often? I didn’t think you’d have a lot of time to take up skiing or anything else with how busy your schedule is with hockey.” She asks, her big brown eyes holding Cale’s gaze.

“I- uh, no, I don’t. I was hoping to see you again actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Cale starts, unsure of how to phrase what he wants to say, but Eve is looking at him so fondly and he can’t put a single thought together. “Look, I heard about what happened and I’m really sorry things ended that way. You don’t deserve that and even after all this time, I still care about you. A lot. Plus, you’re new to Colorado so I wanted to let you know I’m here for you and would be happy to show you my favorite places around here or maybe do some of the things we used to do together to cheer you up. It’s up to you.” He trails off, hoping she doesn’t notice how nervous he is. 

Eve doesn’t say anything for a moment and Cale worries he already messed this up. He’s ready to face the rejection and continue on with his life as if this never happened, until Eve’s smooth voice cuts through his thoughts. 

“You’re just as sweet as you were at UMass. Nothing’s changed.” She whispers, her cheeks becoming a deep color of pink. Cale swears he’s never seen anyone so adorable. Her beaming smile is directed at Cale for the first time in years and he doesn’t want that to change. “I would love that. Whether it’s seeing your favorite places or doing what used to be our favorite things. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah?” Cale asks, trying to mask any shock in his voice. 

“Yeah. So when do we start?” 

“What about right now?” He giggles as Eve nods with excitement. It feels a lot like the old days when they would spend any possible moment together, laughing and sharing kisses without a care in the world. That kind of happiness is one Cale wants back and hopes Eve feels the same way too. 

“Okay, then let’s go, Makar. We’ve got quite a lot to catch up on.” 

And just like that a new routine is born. Every waking moment the two of them have is spent together. They start with seeing Cale’s favorite places around Denver, spanning between the variety of tourist attractions and the little hidden gems of the city. 

Slowly, but surely, Evelyn opens up about the breakup and it physically pains Cale to see her hurting over some stupid guy who just lost the best thing that would ever happen to him. He offers nothing but his support and kind words because despite the feelings he might have for her, he still cares about her more than anything.

An unspoken list of things they used to do together, especially during the winter time, is put together. Driving around to see the Christmas lights while drinking hot chocolate, making cinnamon rolls, playing crib, a spontaneous snowball fight and so much more. The more time spent together, the more it feels as if they’re back at UMass and completely in love.

Cale doesn’t push. If all he gets is Eve as a close friend, he’ll take it. She’s back in his life and he couldn’t ask for anything more. 

But with each passing day and activity done together, Eve remembers exactly why she fell in love with Cale in the first place. And it’s more obvious than ever that her feelings for him never fully disappeared. Her heart seems to be healing because of him and although she can’t admit she wants to give them another try just yet, there is something she’s ready for that Cale hasn’t mentioned once since they saw each other again at the lodge.

“Hey Cale?” She asks softly, looking up at him across the table. The cafe isn’t that busy during this time of day and Eve learned quickly this place has the best breakfast so this morning her and Cale decided to grab a bite before he had to go to morning skate. This used to be a regular occurrence for them back in college. Getting up early, sharing breakfast together while giggling over everything and then going their separate ways until Cale was back from practice. Eve starts to feel a weird sense of deja vu, but pushes through. 

“Hm?” Cale hums in response, taking a sip of his coffee before meeting her gaze. He looks so adorable in the early morning light that she can’t stand it. Cheeks rosy as always, wearing a warm knitted sweater and his hair is just the perfect kind of messy, sticking up in all different directions.

“How’s the team doing? Do you like playing here?” The questions tumble off her lips innocently, but shock Cale for a moment. 

“You- sorry, you want to talk about hockey?” Cale shakes his head in disbelief, blue eyes searching Eve’s face for any sign of worrying emotions.

In the last few weeks, there hasn’t been a single mention of the sport Cale plays despite the two of them planning around his practice, game and travel schedule. Eve hasn’t addressed it yet because in the end, hockey is what took him away from her, it’s what broke their relationship when it couldn’t have been better. But now, realizing she’s falling in love with him again, Eve knows talking about hockey isn’t going to ruin anything.

In fact, now, she can’t wait to hear about Cale’s career here in Colorado. 

“Yeah, I do. If this,” Eve gestures between the two of them, “is going to work, I can’t be scared of something that we had no control over in the past even if it’s the thing that separated us. Plus, it’s such a big part of your life so I want to know everything, Mr. Norris and Conn Smythe Trophy winner.” 

Cale laughs, that beautiful smile overtaking his face and pure joy radiating off of him. “Well someone has been keeping up, huh?” 

“Please, it’s hard not to when everyone back home couldn’t stop talking about you during the playoffs and then your day with the Cup…”

Without any hesitation, Cale jumps right into telling her about everything hockey related since he got to Denver. Joining the team during the playoffs, winning the Calder, all the fun and not so happy moments with the guys over the years, how he’s trained in the offseason and of course, the biggest moment of all, winning the Cup last season.

Cale’s in the middle of telling a funny story about Nate, one of thousands, when he catches a glimpse of the time on Eve’s phone. 9:15.

“Oh shit. Eve, I’ve got to go. Morning skate.” He says quickly, kissing her cheek and making sure the check is paid for. “I’m sorry, I totally lost track of time. You’ll hear the rest of the story later I promise.”

“It’s all good, Cale. Have fun at practice! I’ll see you later, okay?” Eve says, her voice soft and Cale feels his heart swell. “And thank you for telling me about hockey again. I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished.”

“Anytime, Eve. And thank you.” With that, he offers her the kindest smile before heading out to the rink.

Cale is late. Well, not technically since morning skate doesn’t start until ten, but by his standards he’s late. He already missed the usual routine of getting ready with Nate and catching up with Devon. And the worse part is, he doesn’t have a single clue about how he’s going to explain this to the guys who will definitely be asking him what happened.

But Cale knows he isn’t good at lying and at the same time, there’s no way the team can know what he’s up to. Even if it’s making him way happier than usual.

Which of course, EJ notices right away as he’s hustling into the locker room.

“Look who decided to show up! Nice of you to join us, Caler.”

“Sorry,” Cale mumbles in response, heading right to his stall to get ready for practice. But he feels his cheeks heat up and knows it’s a dead giveaway.

“What took you so long? You’re usually here with this maniac way earlier than need be.” EJ pushes, gesturing to Nate for a moment before all his attention focuses on Cale. A beat of silence lasts too long and somehow EJ knows exactly what’s going on.

“It’s a girl, isn’t it?”

“EJ,” Nate warns, ready to step in since he knows Cale has been talking to Eve again, but everyone knows EJ is mostly all talk. The chances of him overstepping is slim to none. It’s just fun and games. Except Cale’s lack of response and rosier than usual cheeks say everything he doesn’t put into words.

“I just got coffee and breakfast with a friend. We’ve been catching up lately after not seeing each other for a while.” Not a lie. That’s partially true and he hopes it’s enough to convince the team to lose interest.

“With a girl!” EJ says with a laugh, clapping him on the shoulder. “They grow up so fast, don’t they?”

And just like that, everyone moves on. Almost everyone. While the rest of the team filters out of the locker room to hit the ice, Nate gently taps Cale with his stick and gives him that same knowing look that he did a few weeks ago.

“How’s it going? With… ya know?”

Cale kind of wishes the floor will swallow him, but he knows Nate is being nice. He’s just not used to talking about his love life with any of the guys because there hasn’t been much of a love life to talk about.

“Really well actually. Nothing’s happened and neither of us are pushing, but it’s been great just spending time together again. I miss that, you know? It’s great to have her back.” Cale explains, cheeks becoming pink with blush as he talks. Nate offers a genuine smile in response and bumps his shoulder.

“That’s good. You deserve her. So I’m rooting for you.”

“Thanks, Nate. Means a lot.” He shrugs softly, trying not to let his thoughts wander.

“Just an idea though, maybe see if she wants to come to a game. She might like seeing you play.” Nate says out of nowhere and Cale just nods, unable to think of a proper response. They walk out to the rink together and the moment Cale takes the ice, all his worries fall away.

But beneath it all, Cale can’t help but think about how Eve has just started asking about hockey again. And he’d be lying if the idea of her in his jersey, cheering him on in the stands and waiting to greet him afterwards didn’t make his heart race.

This is crazy and Evelyn knows it. She hasn’t seen Cale play since college when she would sit with her friends and the other girlfriends in a much smaller rink. He might not like her being at a game even if that sounds far fetched. Yet, here she is right against the glass on the Avs side of the ice at Ball Arena.

The sign she’s clutching in her hands is another reminder of how insane this whole idea is. Although it will help her blend in among the other fans who have brought their own homemade signs as well. But it’s too late to back out now, and if there’s one thing Eve is sure of, it’s how she feels about Cale.

So she waits at the glass in anticipation of seeing the team skate out for warmups. The same giddiness that used to run through her veins when she attended the games on campus returns and realizes she’s missed this feeling without even knowing it. Sure, she’s watched the Avs games at home from the comfort of her couch, but this is a whole different experience that she is happy to have back.

The only person that knows she’s here right now is Nate. He's the only one who knows more than he should about her and Cale, which she didn’t think was ideal until she came up with this bright idea. Nate only encouraged her and even helped organize all the details to ensure everything about the surprise goes according to plan.

That also means he’s the only one who won’t have an outrageous reaction to her sign.

Eve snaps out of her thoughts as the lights begin to come up, illuminating the ice in the usual brightness that she has grown accustomed to. Her eyes focus on the tunnel next to the bench while pressing the sign against the glass. She has no idea if Cale will even see it, but everything in her is hoping he does and if not, one of his teammates points it out to him. He’s followed in Nate’s footsteps of being zeroed in during warmups and the fan interaction falls to the wayside in terms of importance. 

Tonight will be different. 

The team skates out onto the ice and cheers erupt from the crowd. An instant smile spreads across Eve’s lips when the familiar number eight steps onto the rink, immediately skating around effortlessly. As the guys settle into their usual warm up routines, Eve keeps an eye on Cale as if she could look anywhere else. Nate skates by and taps his stick against the glass, a beaming grin of his on display.

“He’s going to flip out.” Nate says, shaking his head and tapping a fist bump against the glass. Eve does the same with a giggle before he skates off to continue with drills. 

It’s then when she spots JT and Mikko whispering to each other opposite of where she’s standing. Mikko’s got that mischievous look in his gaze as the ginger next to him can’t stop smiling. They’ve noticed the sign and Eve feels her nerves spike. It’s only a matter of time before they bring it to Cale’s attention.

“Hey, Caler! Why didn’t you tell us you finally invited your girl to a game?” JT calls out, giving Cale a playful bump to the shoulder.

“What?” Cale responds, looking up from his stick handling in confusion. “I didn’t invite anyone.”

“Well, that sure looks like Evelyn to me.” 

“JT, don’t be- ohmygod. It is Evelyn.”

As an unbelievable amount of shock rolls through him, Cale can’t help but beam in her direction. He would recognize her fiery hair color and beautiful smile anywhere. She’s here at one of his games. She’s really here. He’s been waiting to have this back for so long. His eyes never move away from her even if he can hear JT and Mikko chuckling nearby.

Despite the happiness coursing through his veins as he slowly skates over, he tries to take in every detail of this moment. Eve is wearing what she called her “lucky jersey” from Cale’s time at UMass. Seeing her in the familiar maroon and silver jersey with the number 16 on the sleeves and a simple A on the chest makes Cae’s heart soar. His last name is on the back of that jersey and even better, she’s kept it after all this time even if it’s been years since she saw him play in Massachusetts. Cale doesn’t even have enough time to process all this when he realizes what is written on the sign she’s pressing against the glass.

“Even in burgundy and blue, my heart still belongs to you #8!”

All the air in his lungs is stolen away and everything else seems to fall away except for Eve. Not only is she here at a game, but her sign holds the confession that Cale has been wondering about since they ran into each other again.

She still loves him. He doesn’t know if her feelings ever went away or she fell in love again, but Cale can’t believe this is happening. After all this time, her heart still belongs to him just like his belongs to her.

“Hi,” he murmurs, pressing his hand against the glass when he comes face to face with Eve. She waves in response and the smile he gets in return rivals the sun. He pulls a puck over and flips it up onto his stick before tossing it over the glass. The moment she catches it, looking up with the most hopeful expression on her face, Cale takes the leap of faith. “I love you so much.”

Evelyn doesn’t think she can smile any bigger and swears her heart might explode with pure joy. This beautiful, sweet, amazing boy just said the three words she’s been waiting to hear since the day things ended. Cale loves her. Nothing else in the world matters more than that.

“I love you too.”

Cale taps the glass a few more times before ever so slowly skating away. His cheeks are pink with blush and the smile on his lips won’t be going away anytime soon. Eve gives him a wave, holding the puck to her chest where her heart is racing. With his mind on his girl, Cale returns to the usual warmups and knows this game is a must win more than it was before.

Because of Eve.

The Avs win 4-1 and Eve doesn’t think she’s ever had this much fun before. All of Cale’s games at UMass were an experience, but that doesn’t even come close to how happy and excited she is when the buzzer sounds and the boys spill onto the ice for hugs and celebration.

Cale scored two goals and had a three point night which isn’t unusual for him, but he seemed to be playing on a whole other level. She is beyond proud of him for making it to the biggest stage in hockey and it’s no surprise that he’s thriving because he’s just that good.

“Evelyn, do you want to come with us to the tunnel? We wait for the guys down there after the game, if you want to see Cale.” Mel asks softly as the rest of the wives and girlfriends start filtering out of the suite.

“Oh, yeah, I’d love that. You’re sure it’s okay?” Eve responds, trying not to let any sign of nerves seep through her words.

“Of course it is. You’re part of the family now! We all see how that boy looks at you. It’s only a matter of time before he makes it official.” Mel chuckles sweetly, looping her arm through Eve’s to show her the way through the arena. Eve feels a tiny smile creep onto her lips after what her new friend just said, but the giddiness running through her about seeing Cale so soon takes precedence.

In no time, the small group is waiting outside the locker room and Eve can’t seem to stand still. Anxious thoughts run through her mind. How does she greet Cale after their mutual confessions during warmups? What if he didn’t mean it? Where do they go from here?

Before she can get lost in the whirlwind of anxiety and what if’s, the door to the locker room opens and the guys start to filter out. She says hi and congratulates each of them on the win, including Nate who tells her Cale will be out in a few before bumping her shoulder playfully and giving her a knowing look.

And just like Nate said, Cale is the next player to exit the locker room. His bright blue eyes are searching the area like he’s looking for someone specific. Then he sees her.

“Eve!” Cale calls out, hurrying over with open arms to scoop her up in the tightest embrace. She can’t help the giggles that escape when her feet leave the floor for a quick moment as Cale spins her around.

“Hey bubs, you played so well! I missed seeing you out there. And I already knew it, but you’re one hell of a player.” Eve says, cupping his rosy cheeks in her hands as they maintain eye contact. The close proximity is enough to make her dizzy, but the look on Cale’s face steals her breath away.

“Thank you. It was a big surprise seeing you out there, but I’m so happy you came.” 

“Me too.”

Everyone is probably watching the moment as it’s happening, but Cale doesn’t care. His girl is in his arms and there’s a tension in the air that he needs to get rid of which means he has to ask the thing he’s been wondering since he saw her during warmups with the sign that changed everything. 

“Also noticed your creative spark for making signs hasn’t disappeared either.” Cale hints, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“It wasn’t my best work, but I couldn’t wait to tell you something so important.” Eve giggles, hands sliding up to lock behind Cale’s neck. “And it’s still true.”

“I know,” Cale mumbles under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear. “And I meant what I said. I love you more than anything, Evelyn. I never stopped. Not when I left for Colorado or when we decided to end things. Not even when I found out you had moved on. It’s always been you and I don’t plan on letting what we have slip away again.”

Tears begin to spring up as Eve listens to Cale speak and she can’t even begin to find words to properly express her emotions. Instead, she closes the space between them with a long awaited kiss that’s soft and gentle, but full of love. Cale pulls her impossibly closer and feels her smile against his lips. Time seems to stop and neither of them can believe how lucky they are.

“You’re it for me, Cale. I love you so much. Even if it’s a thousand miles away from where we started, I want this. I want you. There’s never been anything I’ve been more sure of in my life.” Eve says quietly, pressing her forehead against his for a brief moment before the team, who has been watching the whole moment, erupts in cheers. “Ohmygod.” She whispers, hiding her face in Cale’s chest.

“Finally!” EJ yells, shaking some of the guys in excitement.

“You might want to give Gabe a really big thank you for that stupid team bonding trip. None of this would’ve even happened if we weren’t dragged there.” Nate laughs, taking in both Cale and Eve who are glowing with nothing but pure happiness. 

And years down the line, if Gabe gets the first invite to their wedding at that very same ski lodge, no one has to know.

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i dont know shit about suits but finally seeing a fellow when you’re ready enjoyer……… one of shawn mendes’ best songs yup!

OH BITCH FINALLY!!!!!! absolutely one of his best songs and my favorite by far off of his self titled album. the song breaks my heart every time. idk if you're a julie and the phantoms fan but i did write a julie x luke fic also inspired by the song, you can read it here!!

thank you tho for leaving this message bc i have never really spoken to another soul who understands this song as so devastating and lovely💞💞💞💞

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i see a lot of things being normalized in some fics. really disturbing. people will never learn i fear :(

see i’ve been in fanfic world for long enough that nothing surprises me, im looking at u 9/11 shawn mendes fan fic !!!!!

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