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[messagefromtheveins]

Captain and Princess

A/N: sooo... I guess this is a new era for me? In some way? My blog’s gonna be a multi-fandom blog until further notice. Also, I know it’s insanely weird to post this now- so far away from his birthday- but it popped into my head and you gotta live with that now. Enjoy :)

Words: 1.3k

Pairing: Chris/Reader

"Well, aren't you a pretty little princess," you giggled as the door opened to reveal Chris, a rather cheap looking pink tiara perfectly placed on his head.

"Thank you!" he gasped in absolute delight, making you laugh as you stepped closer and right into his opened arms. "The guys are forcing me to wear this," he explained in a murmur as he held you close to his chest, your arms around his neck.

"I can only support that. It suits you," you grinned and slowly pulled back again, his hands staying on your waist in a loose grip while you cupped his scruffy cheeks in your hands. "Happy birthday, Chris," you whispered, his gaze softening and a gentle smile spreading over his lips.

"Thanks, sweetheart," he whispered and let his hands slide to your back as you leaned in to place a soft kiss on his cheek. It wouldn't have turned into a big deal if it wasn't for the way he looked down on you with an expression in his eyes that you couldn't quite define for a moment.

With your heart skipping a beat and a warm feeling in your cheeks you realized that it was longing, your lips parting- and his gaze dropping to them. You were immediately brought back to that night a couple of weeks ago, to your almost kiss with him. You still wanted to kick yourself when you thought of it, deeply regretting that you hadn't just gone for it and instead backed out at the last second. The hurt and confusion that had been written in his beautiful blue eyes still haunted you.

For a moment you entertained the idea of possibly having that kiss now, but before you could even attempt to make a move a loud sound from inside the house startled both of you, bodies jumping apart like you had been caught doing something forbidden. He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat, avoiding your eyes as he stepped aside. "Come in," he mumbled.

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The house was peacefully quiet, a nice change from the buzz of conversation and laughter that had filled the space all night long. It had been nice, really nice, but now that silence had settled you realized how exhausting it had been in a way.

"God, sweetheart. Go home. I'll be fine," he spoke up as he stepped into the living room and found you collecting empty bottles.

Lifting your head, you gave him a soft smile and grabbed one more bottle before you carried them over to the kitchen. "No, I'd love to help. I drove here and didn't plan on drinking, so I gotta sober up first," you explained and heard him chuckle behind you.

"Yeah, sorry," he apologized, knowing exactly that he had been the one who had convinced you to drink a little. The pink tiara was placed on the kitchen counter somewhere between the mess of empty bottles and bowls that used to hold several snacks, a smile playing on your lips as you grabbed it before you approached him.

He leaned against the counter with a grin as he realized what you were doing, not saying a word as you stepped right in front of him and pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to place the tiara back on his head. A proud smile played on your lips- making his heart roar with affection for you- as you took him in, one of your eyebrows raising in an amused way.

"If anything," he started and reached up, pulling the tiara off his head before he carefully placed it on your head, "you should be the princess here. I'm already the Captain, after all."

Looking up to him with soft eyes and flushed cheeks, you lightly bit your lip in a way that made his stomach flip in the best way before you spoke up, the words leaving your lips before you could stop them. "Am I your princess?"

He silently studied your features for a moment like he was trying to find the answer in your eyes. "You could be," he finally breathed, his fingers itching to reach out to you, "the question is just if you want to be."

Your gaze dropped, a moment of tense silence passing before he saw a smile tug at the corner of your lips. Looking at him again, he felt his heart skip a beat as you stepped closer, your feet right between his as you stretched up. His head instinctively lowered and his gaze was focused on your lips as your hands came to rest on his chest in a gentle touch. Your giggle was quiet and breathy as he lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against yours in a playful way before he tilted his head and finally found your lips in a soft kiss.

It was nothing more than his lips pressing against yours for a moment before he slowly pulled back, his hands coming up to cup your face in them as his forehead lightly rested against yours. A moment of silence passed between you, his thumbs lightly caressing your cheeks and his breath tickling on your skin.

A soft hum rumbled in his chest as you tilted your head up to kiss him again, fully getting to enjoy the feeling of his beard against your skin as he kissed you longer and deeper. His tongue just lightly teased yours and his teeth gently nibbled on your lip as your hands traced down his torso, feeling every dip and bump of his defined muscles hidden beneath the T-shirt he was wearing.

He murmured something against your lips that you didn't understand, his hands briefly combing through your hair before they dropped, spreading out over your back and pulling you flush against his chest. The feeling gave you goosebumps, his strong arms wrapped around you in a way that made you feel protected. Pushing yourself up a little more on your toes, you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a hand on the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair that was barely long enough for your fingers to get lost in it.

You were breathless by the time he slowly pulled back again, your eyes opening to look right into his blown ones. He slowly licked over his bottom lip, a small smile spreading over his face as you briefly caressed the back of his head with tender fingertips. "Can I take that as a yes?" he murmured.

"Only if it still counts once I take the tiara off," you responded. His gaze shifted up before he chuckled, one of his hands leaving your back as he tugged it off and carelessly tossed it aside.

His lips captured yours in a slow and tender kiss that had you melting in his arms, your spine arching under his hands and your fingers lightly tugging on his hair. "Still counts," he mumbled, his lips curving into a grin as you giggled.

"I still have some questions, though," you spoke up, his eyebrows raised as he looked down on you, silently waiting for you to go on. "If you're the Captain, how am I your Princess then? Shouldn't you be the prince for that to work out?"

He laughed and loosely wrapped his arms around you, your head placing on his chest. "That is an excellent question," he sighed and combed a hand through your hair, "but I think I need some time to think this through. How about we further discuss that sometime later? Like dinner tomorrow night?"

You were speechless for a second before you lifted your head to look at him, a proud grin playing on his lips. "Wow, that was smooth, Evans," you chuckled, "I hope you know that I'll be disappointed if you don't have a good answer by then."

"I'll think of something, don't worry," he teased, his arms tightening around you as you rested your head on his chest again.

[shawnpetermuffins]

Misery Business (decode 2)

A/n: and the much requested part 2. Part 1 is in my masterlist under my song based fics. This will be the final part.

Summary: Shawn's finally starting to realize what this relationship has done to him.

Warnings: angst, swearing, the usual

Word count: 2.2k

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I should be happy. My career has never been better, my singles are doing pretty great on the charts, I'm in the top 5 most listened to artists on spotify, and I'm getting loads of publicity hanging with Camila. And don't get me wrong, she's beautiful, hourglass figure that every guy wants, I guess. There's just something wrong and it's this, she's not y/n. I thought our relationship would withstand anything my career threw at us, I really did. But I should have known that she wasn't okay with this. I knew that there was always some kind of underlying territorial battle between her and the girl that's currently holding my arm while we walk down the street, but I ignored it for the sake of a few extra views on a music video, for a few extra streams.

This publicity thing has taken y/n away from me and no one seems to notice, or care, because the songs are doing so good. Since she walked away that night no one has talked about it. No one asked what was the final straw, it was just never brought up. And all that's going around Twitter and Instagram are these God awful, staged photos of me and Camila acting like we're so in love when in reality I am heartbroken and on the verge of a nervous breakdown in most of them. 

"They're looking," she says into my arm. "Kiss me now." She's been telling me to do that a lot more often recently and I'm starting to feel just how wrong it is for us to be doing this. She knows about the breakup, but it seems like she couldn't care less. She parades me around town and follows me on tour, adding a little too much tension between me, Brian and Connor who have barely spoken to me since y/n left. It's clear that they weren't on my side in this situation, but that didn't matter to Camila. She was eating the attention up. She loved knowing that people were talking and that they were talking about her, it apparently didn't matter in what context. 

"Andrew," I grab my manager's attention one night before he goes into his hotel room.

"Yeah, bud?"

I clear my throat, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one was still out wandering the hall, listening. I lower my voice anyway, "How much longer do Camila and I have to keep up this PR game? The fans are starting to notice it's fake."

"We have to keep it up at least until the stadium show."

"What? What happened to it ending after the VMAs?" 

He shrugs, "Sorry. We need to sell more."

"The stadium's already sold out, what do you mean we need to sell more?!"

"Shawn, you said you were okay with this. What's going on?"

I lost the best thing that's ever happened to me because of this stupid game. That's what's going on. But I just sigh, "Nothing. Nothing, guess I'm just worried. I don't want the fans to lose interest. I can't keep ignoring the question."

"Well you can't talk about it. We're under contract. Now it'll be over before you know it. So for now, just enjoy it. Enjoy the publicity. You need it. Gets people excited for new music."

You know what else gets people excited for new music? Promotion.

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I'm scrolling through Instagram, seeing all the photos fan accounts are posting of me and Camila, becoming more and more emotionally drained with each passing second. But then I see something that catches my eye. It's a photo of me and y/n, one of the only photos she allowed me to post of us. Except it's split right down the middle. I hurriedly look at the caption.

Fanaccount Is no one going to talk about the fact that we don't know how, why, or WHEN y/n and Shawn broke up??? Did we all just forget that they were together for 2 years?? What happened to our girl? 

Then I start reading the comments, which I shouldn't do, but I can't stop myself.

Fanaccount2 Idk if it's true but someone said she was still on tour with him up until like 2 weeks ago…

Fanaccount2 Do y'all think Camila had something to do with it?

She had everything to do with it.

fanaccount3 Who cares? He's with Camila and she's better.

Fucking liar. 

fanaccount4 I know we don't know what happened, but if it's because of C that's fucked up. Y/n deserves better. Shitty PR to sell a song that's already been at #1 for weeks?? If he lost her to this I feel bad for him. 

     Fanaccount5 But what about her? She had to watch all this go down? It was a really dick move for him to even think it was okay to do this.

   fanaccount6 Okay but look how happy he is with Camila. He clearly doesn't feel bad, so why do you???

Fanaccount4 THEY WERE TOGETHER FOR 2 YEARS! and now he's sucking face with his "best friend" come on. That's shitty and you know it.

I don't even realize that I'm crying until I can hardly catch my breath. I'm panicking. I haven't had to deal with a panic attack alone since y/n came around, but this is the third one I've talked myself out of since she left, and I've had to go back on my medication. I never realized that she was the main thing helping me through.

My phone buzzes with a notification - a message from Andrew. 

It's a screenshot of my spotify account and it reads: #2 baby!!

I want to hurl - my phone or the contents of my stomach, I'm not sure. Maybe both. But I guess, we've got the fans where we want them. 

But like we always do, in true Hollywood bragging, we post the screenshot to our Instagram stories. And Andrew to his feed and twitter. It's all working so well. They're buying it - the relationship, the song, everything. But when I look at my follower count and see I'm down at least 100,000… maybe not everyone is buying it.

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We're in her hometown and every part of me wants to go see her, wants to make sure she's okay. Because I have the day off and it would be so easy to just drive out to her and make things right. But Camila won't leave my side and I'm going insane.

"Shawn, pay attention to me!"

And I snap. "What do you think I've been doing these past two months, Camila?! I've been paying attention! Jesus, fuck, give me just two minutes of alone time."

"Whoa! What's up your ass?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

"You!" I scoff, throwing my hands up.

"You've been moody all week. Do you want to talk?"

"Not to you," I mumble, but she hears me.

"You're serious? This is about y/n? It's been a month, Shawn. It's time to move on."

"Move on? How am I supposed to move on when she was the literal best thing to happen to me? When I lost her because of this stupid PR move that is in no way helping me anymore, Miss number two!"

"Now I don't deserve to be number two? Really?"

I don't say anything else, I just take my phone and wallet from the coffee table and leave without another word. I don't know where I'm going until I'm there at her doorstep, breathing heavily and running my clammy hands through my already ruffled hair. Before I can talk myself out of it, I knock on the door and wait, my hands in my pocket.

"Can you get that?" I hear her say to someone inside, but I'm not expecting it to be my own best friend.

"Brian?" I say, confused.

"What are you-?"

"Bri, did you? Shawn?"

"Connor?"

"Guys, who's at the…" she stops cold in her tracks when she sees me.

"Y/n," I sigh. I can't read her face. She could be any number of things, but shocked is probably the most accurate.

"Babes, can y'all give us a second?" Her arms cross defensively over her chest while the guys retreat to the kitchen. When she walks further into the living room, I let myself in, closing the door behind me. "What the hell are you doing here, Shawn?" 

"I miss you," I say desperately. "I - I know I fucked up. Severely fucked up. I put my career ahead of you and I said I'd never do that. The numbers became more important and it shouldn't have been that way. I'm so sorry. Just… please give me a second chance. Let me prove to you that you're first. Always."

"A second chance isn't going to do anything for you, Shawn."

"How do you-?"

"Because you're still pretending with her! If you're even pretending at this point! I can't be with you like this because if the numbers were all that mattered two months ago, who's to say they're still not going to matter three years from now? Your entire career revolves around them and I'm not going to be your number two. That isn't what I signed myself up for. Not to mention my Twitter mentions right now are your fans calling me a whore for standing in the way of 'Shawmila's true love!'"

I flinch, "I'll fix it."

"You can't!" She screams and I see the guys slowly make their way into the room. "Jesus, don't you get it? It doesn't matter what you think you can fix because I can't forgive you! I'm done. I'm over it. I don't want this!" She gestures between our bodies. "You don't want me, you want the familiarity. Well, why don't you teach her how to calm down your anxiety attacks. And tell her how you like your eggs in the morning, and how you'll only get out of bed after at least ten minutes of silent cuddling.

"And you go around town acting so fucking innocent, which no one believes, by the way. Teach her how to be your girlfriend, and how to do it right because clearly I wasn't doing it right," her voice cracks at the last part of her sentence and it breaks me in half. When the first year falls, I want nothing more than to take her in my arms, but I hold back, knowing damn well she doesn't want me near her.

"Y/n, it's not the same without you. The concerts aren't as fun, the days between drag on forever. I thought that being seen out would make the numbers rise, and yeah it has, but I'm losing more than im getting."

"That's not my fault. You did that." She wraps her arms around her, holding herself together. Just like I've always known her to. I notice that the tears aren't falling anymore either. She stopped then just as quickly as they started. 

"This isn't how I thought we would turn out."

She bites the inside of her cheek, her clear sign that she's distraught.  "You know, it's funny. It took me so long to realize that I was watching your dreams come true. Selling out arenas and winning awards and putting out awesome music. I watched all of those dreams come true. Not once did you say I was a reason for it. You always avoided the questions about if the songs were about me. I was - I was never part of your dream, Shawn. And I put mine on hold to watch you live yours. It's my turn," she looks at me with some type of fire in her eyes. "Its time for me to go for my dreams and watch them come true. I thought it was you. You were my dream for so long, but that's just not it anymore."

I suck in a shuddery breath, "no. Y/n, baby. Please."

"You need to go."

"Y/n," I reach out for her but I'm stopped quickly by my best friend.

"She told you to go, Shawn."

"I'm not leaving until we fix this."

"Just let it go, man. She doesn't want you anymore." Connor says from his same spot, only this time with y/n in his arms, her head buried deep in his chest. Seeing her in the arms of another makes me crazy and I lunge for him, but Brian pushes me back again. 

"You need to go. I'm not saying it again," he's practically dragging me out the house.

I point an angry finger at Connor, "You're fired."

"That's fine," he says. "Good luck with the rest of the tour." He shoots me a glare and then his attention is back to my sad ex-girlfriend. And I'm out the door before I realize it.

"What am I supposed to do?" I ask aloud because I feel Brian standing behind me, making sure I don't get any ideas to go back inside.

"Sounds to me like you need to reevaluate your priorities. You chose this career, and up until recently you were able to balance love and music. Find that again. Now go back to the hotel. I'll see you for soundcheck tomorrow." The door closes once again. But this time it's closing on everything that was and everything that could've been. I know I'm not getting her back. I chose the music business,  but now it's the misery business and there's no way to get out of it.

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