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The Walls Are Caving In - Jake Seresin X Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin X Fem!Reader (Known as Honey Bee/Honey)

Summary: You are sunshine incarnate, the life of the party who is so free with your affection. Jake finds himself struggling to express his desire to be like you while wrestling with his past, what happens when it all comes crashing down around him? AKA Jake is both touch-starved and in love.

Warnings: Jake has a shit dad, angst, still fluffy tho (lmk if I missed anything)

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: This one-shot is inspired a little by the song In my Blood by Shawn Mendes. That and I really wanted to explore what could be going on inside the cocky man we all know and some of us fell in love with, so please enjoy 5k words of me putting Jake under the microscope.

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Jake Seresin was a mystery to you.

The blonde man had always been standoffish around you, almost like he couldn’t stomach the thought of being near you. Yet when the other pilots came together, it was like Jake couldn’t be close enough, knocking elbows with Bob as he tried to take a sip of his drink and chuckling when the WSO had to set his drink down to give him a bewildered look. Jake would start teasing shoving matches with Rooster out on the beach, laughing as he got absolutely rocked back into the sand.

But when you were in the group? He was as far away from you as was considered polite.

The unfortunate thing was that you thrived on physical contact. You loved hugs, both giving them and receiving them. Fanboy had figured it out early on and would now run up and pull you off your feet to spin you around. It was nothing but playful, yet why did Jake always look at you strangely?

You’d given up on finding out, choosing to focus on your career as a base medic. It had been a dream of yours to be a doctor while growing up, but as you got older, you had to face the fact that it wasn’t the most financially sound decision. So you joined the Navy and found your calling as a medic. Between treating a few base personnel for coffee burns, the occasional broken toe from jamming it against a bench in the locker room, and the pilots and crew members who would pass out when the weather got too hot, you were thriving on your ability to always try and bring a smile and a listening ear to whoever came through the door needing help.

It was why you had become known as Honey Bee by the base dwellers, as you had taken to calling them. You were sweet and were genuinely interested in getting to know people, but if someone fucked around, you always had a whole swarm of people willing to makes sure they found out.

What you weren’t expecting from the job was to catch the eye of several of the Navy pilots, not for a lack of trying to dissuade them. You knew better than to shit where you ate, knew better than to mess around with a Navy man who could very well have a girl at any and every port of call. You were here to do your job first and foremost.

But that started to change. Jake had caught your eye, not just because of the blonde hair that always seemed to glow in the late afternoon California sun, the green eyes that seemed to clock where you were in a crowd, or because he was magnetic in a room of people, but because you wanted to know more about him. He was an enigma to you aside from his medical record. You knew that he’d broken his elbow in high school playing football, that he’d sprained an ankle tripping over a step, hell you even knew his medication allergies. But anything personal, you could forget about.

So you stuck it out, keeping your distance and content to smother the other pilots in your affection.

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It was late in the evening as you watched Rooster play yet another song that was older than he was, his squadron around him yelling along to the words. You and Bradley had been close since the mission he refused to talk about, only that he and his godfather had nearly died. You two had also engaged in a casual relationship, hooking up on the off chance neither of you had a partner, but other than the occasional romp in the sheets, you two were as close as best friends. It’s why you were here tonight.

Taking a sip from your drink, you turned to watch the crowd around you, scanning the room and enjoying your people watching. You didn’t know how long you’d been staring around the room, but it had been long enough that Bradley had stepped away from the piano to stand behind you. “Hey Honey.”

You spun around, hand pressed to your chest. “Jesus fuck Bradshaw! You better not give your favourite medic a heart attack. Who else would treat your ass after you fell off another ladder?”

“That’s just rude, Honey Bee,” he teased, winking at you over his sunglasses that had fallen down his nose. “You know no one else fixes me up like you do.”

“Damn right. So watch it,” you shot back, snatching his sunglasses off his face and putting them on your own face. “Also sunglasses at 10 pm? Who are you fooling?”

He snorted, rolling his eyes at your smirk. “Okay, okay. I came over here to give you a hug ‘cause you’ve been sitting over here by yourself. But since you decided to be rude, I’m just gonna walk away.” Bradley turned, moving through the crowd away from you and towards his team on the other side of the bar.

“Fuck you!” You yelled after him, downing your drink and chasing after him. You caught up to him, tapping him on the shoulder and when he turned, you wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him tightly. “You’re a real jerk, Bradshaw. You know that?”

He laughed, hugging you back. “And you’re a real smart ass for being as sweet as you are, Honey.” Bradley grinned down at you, pulling his aviators off your face and tucked an arm in the collar of his shirt. “Sometimes it feels like I gotta wrangle you.”

You pulled back grinning at him. “You love me.” You felt energised, like that one simple hug had been injected with jet fuel. You were a social butterfly if you had enough hugs throughout the night and thankfully the Daggers had a number of people who loved your playful teasing and joyous affection. It was how you spread your love and you would be damned if Bradley or his friends felt like you weren’t appreciative of how they kept him and each other safe.

“Regretfully,” he quipped, slapping your shoulder and moving over to where Phoenix and Coyote were chatting.

“Dick!” You called after him, laughing when he flipped you off, his back still turned.

You fell into easy conversation with Bob and Fanboy, grinning when Bob pressed his side to you for a moment after a particularly funny joke. And you continued to bounce around the little groups, laughing loudly and uproariously even though you’d only had one drink hours earlier. “How do you do it, Honey?” Payback asked after you’d come back from dancing with his WSO.

“Do what?”

“Have so much energy. I’d be exhausted if I were you.”

You grinned at him, a wide one showing your teeth. “Well Reuben, I see so many people because of work, but I’ve always been like this.”

“Now that,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “That I can picture. Little baby Honey with two braids making friends with everyone on the playground.”

You laughed with him, feeling alive with the energy in the room. It was only when you glanced around at the other Daggers did you notice a storm cloud underneath the ray of sunshine you were casting over your friends.

“Why don’t you turn your charm on Bagman over there? Seems like his battery is wearing out.” You jumped nearly elbowing Phoenix in the face.

A shrug. “He’s not my biggest fan,” you said simply, missing how Reuben and Nat gave each other a look over your head. “Besides, I don’t want to ruin his night even more than it seems to be going.”

“Mmm,” Natasha hummed noncommittally. “Still, I think you should at least try.”

You turned around. “Why? You all see how he seems to always stand on the opposite side of the room from me, how he barely says two words to me.” There was a frown on your face, something so uncharacteristic that it nearly had Payback choking on his drink as he saw it cross your face.

Natasha just raised an eyebrow and you folded like cheap cardboard. “Fine, but he’s not going to like this.”

You wove through the crowd, making your way over to the jukebox where Jake stood contemplating a song choice. “Hey.”

“Hi.” He didn’t look up at you, choosing instead to stare at the song list you know he’d practically memorized.

A beat of awkward silence passed. “So…” you started again. “You have a song in mind or is it going to be a random choice?”

“Why? You have something you want to play instead?” His tone was sharp, like he was trying to brush you off and it startled you. You could feel Nat’s curious eyes on you and were half tempted to turn around and shout ‘See?!’ in her direction.

“N-no. I was just curious.” Now you were feeling unwelcome. Everything about his body language screamed ‘leave me alone’. He was tense, speaking through gritted teeth, hand white knuckling his beer bottle. “Especially since Rooster always seems to hijack the music whenever you pick a song.”

Jake didn’t say anything, going back to faking his pondering over song choices. You stayed for another moment, before nodding to yourself. “O-okay.” You gave him a hesitant smile before slipping away back towards Natasha. Seconds later, you heard Def Leppard begin to blare through the bar as Jake strolled through the crowd, using his size to gently pass a group of what looked like college girls, whose giggles seemed to carry over the music.

“See?!” You hissed at Natasha. “He would rather fake stare at a music selection he has memorized than talk to me. He clearly can’t stand me!”

Natasha just gave you a cryptic look before drawing you into a conversation about the strangest accident you had ever seen or had. It was enough to draw you focus away from the blonde pilot icing you out, but it also prevented you from catching Jake’s glances your way.

He’d managed to escape your notice for most of the night, choosing to keep to himself or chat with Coyote on the off chance you hadn’t barged into their little group. Contrary to what you thought, Jake didn’t hate you. In fact, he was almost envious of your ability to shine in a room this big. You bounced around like the light off a disco ball, your personality as vibrant as the colours that radiated off as it spun.

The biggest thing he was jealous of though, was the fact that you were free with your affection. You always had a hug and a smile for everyone and if anyone tried to dull your shine, it was like you couldn’t be touched. Jake was jealous of the easy way in which you could ask for a hug to satisfy you.

He couldn’t. Jake yearned for the freedom to be openly affectionate, craved the feeling of being held, but he had spent so long being told that men didn’t do that, that he had to suck it up and be a man. The few girls that had stuck around longer than just one night had never wanted to be close. Sure they had cuddled, but they had all drawn the line at him holding their hand, hugging them from behind. They had only seen him for the prowess and personality he exuded as Hangman, but he was tired of splitting himself down the middle. He wanted someone who wanted Jake too, not just the cocky persona he used to show off. The persona that had made his father spare half a glance his way. He wanted hugs. He just couldn’t ask for them, so he stayed away from you and your sunshine. Created distance between himself and your vibrancy, if only so you wouldn’t pick up on the fact that he desperately needed the affection you distributed in excess.

The half a day he’d spent under your care weeks ago stuck in his memory. Jake hadn’t managed to grab breakfast or lunch on a hot day, hadn’t had much sleep or water, and between the endless up and down, pulling G’s, and push-ups from losing an exercise, the heat became too much for him. He’d passed out halfway through his push-ups, falling face first to the tarmac and scaring the hell out of Hondo who was supervising.

He had been rushed immediately into the infirmary, falling into your capable hands. You had been incredibly gentle checking vital signs, your voice as soothing as a cool damp cloth pressed against feverish skin. You’d stolen his breath when you asked the questions you had memorized due to their frequency of use, and Jake felt like he’d been sucker punched. He didn’t remember much, having spent most of the experience sleeping, but he dreamt of you and every facet of you that had captured his heart and mind over the weeks you had gotten to know one another.

That experience was beside the point though. Instead of asking and being as open and carefree as you were with your love, Jake left himself to revel in the pats on the back, the handshakes, and bro hugs that were “appropriate for a man”. He let himself watch as you hugged Bradshaw, danced with Fanboy, and seemed closer to his squadron than he himself.

So he pushed you away and hoped you didn’t see through him.

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Days later, you were bustling around the infirmary. You hadn’t seen the Daggers since the night at The Hard Deck and it was kind of taking a toll on your usual bubbly energy. You still had a smile for everyone, but it had started to become forced the longer your shift went on.

Earlier in the day, a pilot had passed out from the summer heat and hit his head hard enough that he bled. You had been filling out reports when the wall of noise hit you and you were on your feet in half a heart beat.

You hadn’t sat down since. That one accident had set off a never-ending queue of people walking through the doors and your feet hurt.

Sat at the desk at the front of the infirmary, you blew out a sigh. 10 more minutes. 10 minutes and then you could go home and relax.

“You good, Honey?” Bradley. You could recognize that smooth voice anywhere.

You nodded tiredly. “Yeah. Just really busy today.”

“I get that.”

“So.” You drew yourself up from your chair, stretching out your arms. “What can I do for you, Lieutenant?”

“I was hoping that you could check on Hangman.”

You blinked at him, thoroughly confused. “What?”

Bradley gave you a flat look. “You heard me.”

“Why?”

“Because he's been reckless lately. He’s going to get himself or someone else killed if he keeps flying like he has.” There was nothing but seriousness in his amber eyes. Every micro expression that flickered over your friend’s face was one of deep concern.

You nodded. “Okay. It will have to be tomorrow though, Roo. I just finished my shift.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry Honey, but I’m worried about him. He won’t talk to anyone and Mav is at his wits’ end. Can you swing by today?”

Internally, you groaned. Jake hated you, you were convinced of that. Yet Bradley seemed genuinely concerned for his teammate and despite your best attempts, you hadn’t been able to put him from your mind. “Yeah, okay. But if he blows up at me, Roo, I swear to God I will hurt you.”

Rooster grinned. He knew your threat was an empty one, you both did. You cared about him too much to actually follow through with it. “Thank you, Honey. I owe you one.”

“Yeah, you do,” you grumbled as you walked forward to hug him, burying your face in his flight suit. “You really do.”

You felt him scoff as he hugged you back, pressing a gentle kiss to your head. You stayed like that for a moment before pulling back. “Have a good night, Honey.”

“Thanks Roo. Drive safe.”

And then he was gone.

Fuck. What had you just agreed to do? You buried your face in your hands and blew out a long breath. This was going to be a long night.

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Bradley had texted you Jake’s address as you finished changing out of your scrubs. You knew he was worried, but a part of you was anxious about what would happen should Jake open the door and see you. Would he slam the door in your face? Would he invite you in and then hit you with the cold-shoulder?

Jake Seresin made you nervous. Pretty people always did, and Jake was no exception. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about the two of you, but you never let your fantasies go too far. They were delusions. Jake avoided you at any chance he could, so you had one chance to make sure that he understood that you didn’t resent him even if he so clearly did.

Twenty minutes later, you pulled into his driveway behind the black truck that was so quintessentially Jake it hurt. You walked up to the front door, ringing the doorbell and trying not to look as awkward as you felt.

The blue door opened up and Jake stared at you with confusion written all over his face. “What are you doing here?”

You swallowed, mustering up some courage to say “Rooster sent me. Can I come in?”

“Sure?” Jake held the door open, stepping aside to let you pass by him. “You have strange timing. I just got Bradshit off my ass.”

“Heh yeah. It’s almost like an intervention or something.” Inwardly, you were cringing. Why had you said that? God, it was like any social skills you had vanished the minute you were around the blonde man. “Your house is nice. I love the colour of the hardwood.”

“Thanks.” Jake’s voice was back to short and clipped. It was clear that he was on edge now. Likely thanks to your stupid comment. Why couldn’t the floor just crack open beneath you right now and spare you the awkwardness? “So why are you here?”

You took a deep breath, letting your eyes meet his own. “Rooster is worried about you. He didn’t say why, just that I should check on you.”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly, averting his gaze. His arms were crossed over his chest, the black T-shirt clinging mouthwateringly to his arms and shoulders- you shook yourself mentally, cringing again at your thoughts. “You can go now.” Jake’s rushed voice cut through your self-judgement and brought you immediately back into his entryway where he stood not quite glaring at you.

Your interest was piqued by his rush of words. “That was awfully quick,” you remarked as casually as you could. “Jake, whatever it is, I’m not going to judge you. I only want to help.”

“Like I said, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about me.” Deep down, a part of him was screaming at himself to let you in. To let you help. He would tell you everything if you only asked, if you stayed a little longer. Jake clenched his hand into a fist, restraining himself from capturing you in a hug and never letting go. He shouldn’t have these thoughts. You were just being nice. It didn’t mean anything. Right?

“But I am going to. And your team is worried too.” You tried to reason with him, as you watched him closely.

Jake shook his head. “How many times do I have to say this? I. Am. Fine. Okay?” His voice was raised and he seemed just as shocked as you by his outburst. “I’m sorry, but I am fine.” No. God no. Why had he shouted? Even he could see right through himself, couldn’t you? He really hoped you did.

You gave him a kind smile, before replying “It’s okay, Jake. I’d offer a hug, but I know how much you hate them. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.” You turned back to the door, opening it up and slipping past Jake, your arm brushing his chest and his breath hitched.

Turning around, you faced him and watched his eyes land on everything but you. “Jake?” Your voice was quiet, like you were afraid to push him. “Are you really okay?”

He shook his head, still looking at the floor. “No,” he whispered. The fight had drained out of him, his resolve crashing down around him. When he did meet your eyes, you were astounded by the myriad of emotions you found swirling deep within the green irises.

“Where’s your living room?” You asked gently, hoping that you both could have this conversation in a more comfortable place. Especially since Jake looked like he would collapse at any moment.

“Down the hall,” he said hoarsely, pointing ahead of you both.

You offered your hand to him and could barely contain the shocked noise when he took it. You felt the calluses on his palms, the rough parts that scratched at your own hands, but there was also a softness in them. The parts he tried to keep out of the light. “Come, let’s go sit.”

You perched on the edge of the brown couch and patted the space next to you. When he sat, you noticed how it seemed like he had purposely left space between you both. “So,” you began cautiously. “What’s happened?”

There was silence for a moment, before Jake spoke. “Too much,” he mumbled so quietly that you barely heard him. “And I just… I don’t know how to fix it.” He was still lying to himself. He knew how to fix it, he was just scared of losing the persona he’d spent most of his life perfecting. He knew that he craved the closeness that you could give him, he just couldn’t ask for it.

“Hmmm…” your hum was soft. Everything about you was soft, Jake thought. It’s why you were so liberal with your love. “Well, can I help you?”

He nodded before he could stop himself. Jake risked it and finally glanced up at you. Where he was expecting judgement or pity, all he saw was empathy, kindness, and compassion. It nearly stole his breath at just how much you cared. You cared about him, even after everything. “Y-yeah. You can,” his voice cracked on the words, but he steeled himself and refused to look away.

You gave him a soft smile, watching his face carefully. Jake seemed to be at war with himself, torn between choosing what he always had or finally allowing himself what he needed. Swallowing, you spoke gently. “How can I help?”

Those four words were the breaking point for Jake who had been strong for too long. The bottle holding in all his yearning, his wishful thinking, all of it, exploded in his chest and he began to sob.

Your eyes flew wide and you immediately gathered him in your arms, turning him into your shoulder. A moment passed before you realized what you had done and you made to let go, but found that Jake had clung to your sweater as he cried.

Each tear set free something deep inside him and Jake knew that nothing would be the same after this. His grip on his feelings had slipped and here he was, sobbing into your shoulder like a child who’d lost their favourite toy. But despite the shame he felt, Jake couldn’t stop and a part of him didn’t want to. You were here, whispering soft words of comfort, your touch grounding him in a way that reminded him how long he’d been floating on his own.

His mind could only focus on the pain he was trying to purge from his body. With each sob, his resolve on his self-judgements snapped and they floated away on the river of tears he cried for the parts of him he had spent too long hiding for fear they would be stripped from him.

Then, with sudden clarity, Jake realized what he was doing. He was mourning everything he’d lost. Everything that had made little Jake Seresin who he was. The excitement of flying, loving his friends with everything he had, all of it gone to appease someone who had been gone from this world for years now. He only cried harder at the thought of his younger self watching who he was now and being disappointed, asking him why he’d stopped hugging people. Why he’d pushed away someone who loved hugs as much as he had.

His face was buried in your neck, the tears wetting your skin. He clung to you, so afraid that if he let go that you’d vanish. And when you vanished, you’d take with you your kindness, the love you spread around so easily, everything Jake knew he didn’t deserve. How could he? You were a sunbeam that had fallen from the heavens above, casting your warmth on everything and everyone you touched. You were magic to him.

Your heart broke for the man in your arms. You silently cursed the pressure he was under as a pilot and whatever rigidity in his upbringing had made it so he didn’t or couldn’t express his true feelings. It hurt to hear his sobs but you knew that this was years of pain, frustration, and anger pouring out of a narrow bottle he had tried so long to keep shut. “I’m here, Jake. Shhh, I’m here.”

“I’m sorry,” he cried. “I’m so sorry, Honey.”

He felt you stiffen and pull back just a little. “Look at me Jake.” He chanced it, looking up at your beautiful face, cataloguing the fierce look in your eyes that was offset by the gentleness of your touch. “Never, never apologize for your feelings. You hear me?” Jake nodded tearfully, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “You can let go of your burden right now. I’m here for you, Jake.”

Your words only set him off again. They reminded him so much of his mother’s own and it cut him deep. She was the light in his life until somehow you’d eclipsed it. She had always given him the love he had craved and had been denied by his father, who had raised him never to express his emotions, yet he’d forgotten about anger. Mark Seresin was an angry man trapped inside the supposed standards of how a Texan man ought to be. He was needlessly hard on his boys, believing that it was his duty to ensure that every emotion had been beaten and worked out of them. He had raised his sons that crying was for babies and little girls. But he would never know how much damage had been done from his ‘tough love’. Mark Seresin would never see his sons snap under the pressure he had placed upon them and Jake was more than okay with that.

And so Jake poured that story out between tears, keeping his hands caught in the fabric of your hoodie, desperately trying to keep you close. He couldn’t have you slipping away from him, but even though he’d cried all over you, ripped open the deepest darkest parts of himself, you didn’t move except to slide backwards on the couch, settling yourself. You had cemented yourself in his life just by holding him close and Jake knew that you could never be aware of just how much that meant to him, how much he loved you for that.

You were going to stay. You held him as his sobs petered out. Held him close as he brought his breathing back to normal, and even as he tried apologizing. But you refused to hear it. “I said I wasn’t going anywhere and I meant it, Jake. Okay?” Your voice was still soft, your hand rubbing circles on his back as you both lay on his couch. He had his head pillowed on your chest, lying there despite the late hour. “You know you can talk to me, right? I meant it when I said I wouldn’t judge.”

“I know.” Jake hated how small his voice sounded, but he was so tired. Tired of the judgement he inflicted upon himself, the arbitrary scale he used to compare himself to others. He just wanted to rest and he was scared. His hard shell had been weakened under his breakdown and this was so new to him. Jake felt exposed, like he’d been stripped naked before you and left to face your judgement.

The only question was: would you still love him after this?

Jake was shaken from his thoughts when you said his name in that soft voice of yours. “What are you thinking about?”

He hummed. “How much I regret crying. I have a headache,” Jake let out a little chuckle at his words. “God, Honey, what do you think of me right now?”

“Honestly?”

“Yeah.”

You smiled at him. “I’m thinking about how strong you are, how much courage it took you to be so brave. You let your guard down and I am so proud of you for that, Jake.”

Jake’s cheeks pinked. “I might cry again if you keep that up,” he said thickly, swallowing the lump in his throat that threatened to choke him.

“I mean it. I am so proud of you, Jake Seresin, and I will say it as many times as I need to so it gets through your thick skull.” Your tone left no room for argument, but you were still smiling down at him, and the warmth of it washed over him like pulling a thick quilt over oneself during the deepest winter storm.

“I-I think I…” Jake trailed off, catching the end of his sentence before he could say it, before he could confess right then and there. “I have shit timing, holy fuck.”

You only raised a confused eyebrow at him. “Jake, what…?”

“I love you.”

He felt your giggle against his cheek, heard the peals of laughter go ringing through his ears. “I know, you sap. I love you too.”

“Wha- How did you know?”

“The infirmary. When you passed out a few weeks ago because you hadn’t had enough to eat, you were mumbling in your sleep. I just assumed you were calling your partner honey, but then you called me Honey Bee when you woke up and I just knew.” When Jake met your gaze, he saw your eyes full of what could only be described as the purest love. “I think I knew before you did.”

Jake laughed, shaking his head. “Well then,” he began. “Think I should make it official then?” He’d pushed himself up onto his elbows on either side of you and smiled down at you.

You looked adorably confused under his gaze, so he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You hadn’t expected it so you let out a muffled squeak that made Jake chuckle against your lips when he pulled away. “Honey…”

A wide grin nearly split your face in two as you looked up at Jake hovering over you. It took nothing for you to cup his face in your hands and pull him down into yet another kiss, this one more intense, intoxicating one another on the feeling of your lips slotting together.

Jake rested his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy and those green eyes, the ones that had enchanted you from the minute you met, fell shut. “Honey. My Honey Bee…” he whispered millimeters from your lips.

“Yours,” you whispered back, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek so lightly Jake thought he’d imagined it. “I’m yours, and you’re mine, because you know that I will not be an idle partner in this relationship, mister.”

He laughed and it had never sounded so carefree to his ears. You had broken through his walls, forcing your way in with a touch so gentle Jake hadn’t seen you coming until you held his heart at your mercy and by the grace of whatever God sat in the heavens, you had breathed joy and light back into his soul. Jake was utterly devoted to you and your light, wholly captivated by you. You had remade him with laughter in his heart, reshaped his broken heart in your capable, yet gentle hands.

“-ake? Jake? Where’d you go?” Worry had seeped into your tone, your brows furrowing under the concern you felt. He’d spaced out a few times now, and while you were worried, you knew that it was likely residual doubt and his own way of trying to process the events prior. “You should go to bed, Jakey. It’s late.” Your thumb traced the ridge of his jawline, bringing him back into himself.

“Stay.” The words were out before he could stop them. “Please.”

“Okay.”

One word, and Jake knew that he’d be alright, that he was safe.

You were here to stay, his Honey Bee.

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A/N: big thanks to Star for proofreading and telling me that this wasn’t absolute hot garbage! And for the record, this isn’t Jake’s Dagger Comfort fic. That is still in the pipeline somewhere lol

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the-doomed-witch · 2 years

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✦ You’re An Idiot & I Love You

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Thanos, you and Wanda quit the team to live a peaceful life together, trying to leave behind the trauma. (Read warnings)

Word Count: 4.0k

Author’s Note: hello here’s another fic, i’ve been working on it since almost a week :) i cannot stop listening to 305 by shawn mendes so i based the latter part of this fic on the song <3 the initial part is just a vent fic lmao. i’m thinking of writing a part two, but i don’t really know. my gif btw!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS+MEN DNI. traumatic past events, post-war trauma, flashbacks & nightmares, smut, thigh riding, fingering, praise kink, names (princess), a little angst, fluffy | best friends to lovers

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You hit the pause button on your phone, look at the clouds and sigh. The park near your home is an amazing place to be, with all its flora, and a clearer view of the sky. Cities are so full of buildings, it’s almost impossible to see a clear sky outside the park anymore.

Whenever anxiety comes over, sitting on the park bench and listening to white noise helps you calm down. It also helps Wanda know where to take you when you aren’t at your best.

Sometimes she would hold your hand and sit next to you, listening to the same sound in a different pair of headphones. It’s truly therapeutic for both of you. The events of the past few years have been deeply disturbing for the entire team of Avengers. So you and Wanda decided to quit the team, and swore that both of you wouldn’t never exercise your powers again. Of course, there could be exceptional cases where the use of powers is ultimately the only way, but it’s mostly nothing to do with your simple lives.

Wanda goes to a therapist sometimes, and has offered you to try it out too, several times. You just deny with a simple shake of your head, and keep the topic aside. You’re happy to see her get better, settle her unsolved traumas, and accept Vision’s death.

“I knew you’d be here.” Wanda walks up to you, which is also the reason why you clicked the pause button. You give her a sincere smile, which she returns happily.

“Guess I’ve developed a little longing for this place. I can’t help but be here, I feel the safest here when you aren’t around.”

“Oh Y/N, you know I always come back home and always will. You’re my best friend, and the only one. I’m so happy that living together has worked out for the both of us.”

“So am I, Wands. I know I don’t have to run around the compound looking for you anymore.” Smiling with melancholy, you continue, “I miss bumping into our friends while doing that.”

She sighs deeply. There are memories of Vision in her mind, but they don’t feel like a dagger anymore. They are just bittersweet feelings for a star-crossed love. “Y/N, it’s been years since we left the team. Do you think they miss us? I wish we had parted with no hard feelings.”

“I think that it’s fine. It’s been years, nothing big has happened. And I hope it only stays this way. I don’t care if someone is still pissed off after so long, the war damaged us just as it did them, and we are still recovering.”

“But Y/N… you’re just refusing it all. There’s no point in being delusional. It’s affecting you, and your mental health in a really bad way.”

“I know but I cannot help it Wanda! I have had nothing before the Avengers, I don’t even know what I am grieving for. I haven’t had anyone to go home to since forever, and now that I have it, I wouldn’t change it for anything. Not even for friends who’d have hard feelings against me after I choose to live a life post-war.” You feel like you’ve spoken too much, because you feel like tearing up.

Wanda comes closer to you and hugs you tight. “Y/N, honey, it’s okay I’m right here.”

You sit there with her, since there’s nothing else you can do right now. For several minutes, none of you loosen the grip, too scared that either of you could turn to dust.

— ✦ —

On the way back home, you hold hands like little kids. Living with your best friend has got to be the best decision you’ve ever made. Feels like she holds a key to the corner of your heart that nobody has dared to discover.

“Hey, what are you thinking?” she moves closer and sits next to you on the couch.

“Nothing, just that you’re probably my favourite person in the whole world.”

“Stop being so cheesy and tell me the truth.”

“It is the truth. I love being with you Wanda, I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Your existence lights up mine. I don’t want to leave you, ever.”

You give her a kiss on the cheek, and reply, “I will not leave you, ever.” After being through all the devastating events together, you’ve both developed quite a habit of sitting together in silence and thinking. Snapping out of the state, you go to your room to sleep. Or maybe just lay down. Wanda remains in the living room.

— ✦ —

It’s almost 4:30AM and you haven’t slept. Thoughts about Thanos, his army, your teammates, Natasha, and Tony come back. Illusions of blasts, gore and doom fill up your mind. Countless number of people have lost loved ones.

Maybe, just maybe, you could have done something to save your friends. Resentment and regret feel like two old friends who come to lay down next to you.

Wanda is in her room, you can sense her sleeping. It would be a good thing to have someone to talk to, but not that great if you’d have to wake her up. Eyes open, you go back to staring at the ceiling. Tears begin pooling in the corners of your eyes, ready to roll down any moment now.

Silently, you sniff away the mildest nightmare of the night.

— ✦ —

You sit at your desk a couple of hours later, and begin writing something that you don’t know. “Good morning. You're up early?” Wanda walks in. She’s still wearing her shorts and tank top. And she looks damn fine.

“Good morning. Also, what do you mean by ‘up’?” you reply back sarcastically.

“Oh well, don’t tell me you stayed up all night. Now come here, you desperately need a morning hug.”

“You’re a hundred and ten percent correct.”

You get up and go hug her closely. She rubs your back and whispers words of reassurance in your ear. You just hold her and smell her messy hair. You’re sure she used your shampoo but it only makes you want to hug her tighter. After letting go, you look at her face adoringly and tell her sincerely, “You look pretty. So pretty.” She blushes and pushes your shoulder lightly, as a friendly gesture.

“Stop teasing me! I haven’t even had my coffee yet. I’m gonna have to sound mad at you if you make fun of me right now.”

“You think I’m joking? You look fucking gorgeous. Not even kidding, I’d kiss you if we were toge-” You regain consciousness and regret saying anything at all. Should’ve told her I’m being satirical for no reason, you think.

“What was that you said?”

“Nothing.”

“No no, you said something. Say it.”

“Uhhhh that I was making fun of you for nothing. Go tie a bun or something.”

“Did you just say that you would kiss me?”

“What?! No!”

“Okay, if you say so. I don’t trust my ears anyway.” She simply walks out of the room with an air of smugness.

During breakfast, she asks you a question you never expected, but should’ve seen coming. “But like, let’s say hypothetically, would you kiss me if I asked you to?”

You almost choke on the toast. “Wanda, let me have my breakfast in peace. Please.”

“Another question, who would you kiss? Who is your type even? I’ve literally never seen you talk about this in almost over a decade of our friendship. Come on, Y/N, there’s got to be someone.”

“No Wanda, I don’t have a type. If someone is for me, they’re for me. There’s no one that I like right now.”

Her face grew serious and her smile faltered. “You know I can read your mind if I want to, don’t you?”

“I know that. I also know you wouldn’t break a promise to know about a possible date of mine or something.”

“Fine, you win.”

— ✦ —

You’ve been in the park almost all day again. But your mind has been thinking of something else today.

Why did I even say that at all? Would I even kiss her? Would she kiss me back at all? She probably still misses Vision. She literally loved him so much, they were perfect together. No, I shouldn’t even think of this. Especially when Wanda loved Vision so much, and probably still does. But then again it’s just ‘probably’. SHUT UP Y/N.

Screw this. I don’t want to kiss her at all. Never ever.

— ✦ —

“Well you came back quickly, I didn’t even have to come to the garden to bring you back. That’s new.”

“Yeah I guess?”

“Too tempted to kiss me, aren’t you honey?”

“Can you please stop with that Wanda? I don’t even know why I said that at all. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause awkwardness between us. But you’re kind of amplifying it and it’s making me uncomfortable. Can we just not do this? You simply looked gorgeous, that’s all. And I’m not the one to kiss someone just because of how they look. Just leave this.”

“Oh-uhm, okay Y/N. I’m sorry, let’s not make anything uncomfortable for either one of us.”

Wanda seemed deeply hurt by your evidently irritated reply. For a moment, she also felt terror-stricken. It was a side of you that she had seen, but never faced before.

“Thank you. Do you need some help with dinner?”

“Nah it’s almost ready. You might want to set up the table though.”

“Most certainly.”

— ✦ —

The following week is all the same. Everything is sort of normal. Morning comes, you have breakfast with Wanda, you go to the park, Wanda comes to pick you up in the evening, you both have dinner, go back to your own rooms, and you grieve.

A parcel arrives in the mail. It’s addressed to “Y/N Maximoff” and you’re quite unsure how that feels like. Wanda takes notice of it, but says nothing. You kind of wish she’d say something about it. Wanda makes mention of going back to her chores, but you ask her, “Don’t you want to know what’s in the box? I mean, they could’ve mistaken either one of our names.”

“Not really, you can go ahead and open it.”

It was a real bummer. You feel guilty about her attitude towards you. You know something is definitely off with Wanda. You sure have had fights and arguments with her before, but none of them have made her turn away like this. You keep the box aside and decide to open it once Wanda starts talking to you again.

I mean, we are talking but you know what I mean, you tell yourself. And find it stupid. However, the rest of the day continues.

You decide against going to the dear park today, considering how pissed off Wanda already seemed. There has got to be something which could make up her mood.

“Hey Wands, you wanna watch a sitcom? It’s been a while since we sat together to watch one.”

“No Y/N, you can watch it by yourself. I’ve got some work to do.”

And in the same way, she was successful at avoiding spending time with you through any other activity. She was mad at you. You had to clear things with her as soon as possible, before she could find a hundred more reasons to be mad at you.

By the time evening arrived, all the work should definitely have been done. You did not disturb Wanda during her online work even though you’d do that normally whenever you stayed at home.

“Wanda, I need to talk to you. Please stop walking around. You aren’t even listening to me! Just wait for a few minutes. Tell me what is wrong.” You hold her hand to hold her back from leaving.

She takes a deep breath and questions you, “Why do you think something is wrong? Besides, you are the one who did not go have her nerves calmed at a park today but I didn’t go around poking in your business. Leave my hand!”

“Hey, hey take it easy. Wanda, your face literally says “I am pissed off but I want you to guess what it is about” and since I honestly cannot figure it out so I’m simply asking you. If you don’t want to tell me then nevermind. Whatever it is, I am sorry.”

“I don’t want your apologies, keep them with you. And you can go do whatever the hell you want, I don't feel like talking to you right now. Also yes, I am pissed off.” Wanda’s voice slowly rises with every word she speaks, and a little discussion transforms into a heated argument.

“Fine, if that’s what you want. I won’t talk to you and I’m not even going to speak a word around you. You can say au revoir to my voice because I’m not gonna say anything. Night!”

“Yeah, as if I wanna hear you talk. I’m tired of it anyways. Night!”

Both of you have gone to bed without having dinner. And your mind is playing with you again. Flashbacks of not only the greatest war, but also your biggest fight with your best friend till now. You can hear her words echo in your mind.

“Yeah as if I wanna hear you talk. I’m tired of it anyways.”

“You can go do whatever the hell you want.”

“Leave my hand.”

In all these years, you have never heard her asking you to stop holding her hand. It was too heartbreaking to even imagine it.

— ✦ —

Wanda doesn’t talk to you the following day. Or the one after. Or the next. No calling you for the meal, no coming to pick you up from the park, nothing. You feel like you have had enough, so you approach her directly.

“So, do you want me to move out or something?”

“No Y/N.”

“Then speak your mind Wanda, I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“‘Speak your mind’ you say? Okay, here goes nothing.”

Without hesitation, she places her hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer. For a moment, she stares into your eyes, and then kisses you deeply. You’re feeling both surprised, and satisfied. She closes her eyes to just feel you, and you place your hands in her hair. Her lips leave a trail as they move down to your neck, you tilt your head upwards to grant her all the access she would need. Wanda bites your skin and you let out a rough moan, driving her completely crazy.

That’s when you realise. Your best friend is marking your neck and you have no idea what’s going on. You gently motion for her to stop, which, reluctantly, she complies with.

“What?”

She clearly wants to go back to the moment, so she breathlessly asks you in return, “What?”

“Wanda.”

“Y/N.” She looks at you with a grin and pecks your lips again. “Alright, fine, let me explain.”

“Yes please, because as much as I love it, I’m still clueless.”

“I just have one question, now that you know, would you ever kiss me?”

Your cheeks redden up at her question. You avoid eye contact, gulp, and reply, “If you want then yes.”

She probably wants to growl and bang her head against the wall. “WHY DON’T YOU TELL ME HOW YOU FUCKING FEEL ABOUT ME?! CAN’T YOU SEE?!”

“See what Wanda?”

“Oh my God I cannot believe this. You are an idiot and I love you so fucking much.”

“Wa-”

“Don’t you dare say another word, I hate you! You’re just acting-” You shut her up by kissing her intensely, and again, and again, and yet again.

After pulling yourself away, you need some fresh air. So you sit on the couch, and beckon Wanda to follow. As soon as you’re sat, she decides to sit on your thigh, facing you. She slips her hands inside your t-shirt and seeks your permission, “Can I?” You smile and nod back at her, giving her consent.

She unhooks your bra, and cups your breasts in her hands each. Gently, she begins stimulating them. Your shoulders relax as she helps you feel lighter. You shut your eyes as Wanda gets you all worked up.

Suddenly, she pulls out her hands. You open your eyes and frown, uncertain about what happened. Wanda rubs herself against your thigh, making you moan by feeling her wetness. “Take off your shirt.” She directs you. You do as asked, and she’s met with the sight of your bare upper body. She immediately dives in to lick and play with your nipples, as you close your eyes again. Quite occasionally, you managed to say the same two coherent words; “Oh Wanda…”

She loves seeing you this way. It’s been years since she saw you relieve your stress. She hovers on your top, and connects her lips with your lips once again.

After a long heavy make out session, you decide to consider her wetness still lingering on your thigh. Grabbing her by the hips, you guide her for a pace. She’s in her yellow cotton shorts, and probably wouldn’t mind ruining them even more for you. Her moans get louder and louder till she finally says, “Y/N I’m gonna-”

“Yes honey, do it.” was all it needed for the knot in her stomach to release as she made a mess on your thigh. You slip two fingers within her heat to help her ride it out slowly. You mutter small praises to help her stabilise herself after her climax. Words like “You’re such a good girl” and “You did so well, princess” clearly had an effect on her. When you’re done and you pull out your hand from her dripping cunt, you let Wanda have a seat beside you.

She keeps on breathing heavily, but then looks at the sight of you licking your fingers clean. It was irrestitable for her, she had to pull you into a deep kiss. It was evident — she loved kissing you, whether it was a cute peck, a make out session, or just her catching her breath.

“Let me return the favour detka.” She requests you. You feel like it isn’t really necessary, but you don’t feel like breaking the moment so you let her do it. She pulls down your shorts, and begins teasing you over the panties with her fingers. You arch your back and groan, “Wanda please don’t-” So she bends and kisses your clothed core once before helping you strip off.

Slowly, she pushes in a finger, then adds another one. You spontaneously grasp her shoulders, which perturbs her. So she withdraws her fingers and looks at you tenderly and asks, “Y/N, are you really okay with this?”

“It’s just that… it’s been so long since I have…”

“Hey, I understand. If you want me to stop I can stop right away. You are always my first priority.”

“No, I want this Wanda. Everything feels so right, after so long.”

She slowly kisses you again, and this time not leaving out a single space she hasn’t discovered yet. Before you could do anything, she filled your intimacy with her fingers yet again. It’s an agonisingly slow pace, and it makes you shudder underneath her. “You look so gorgeous Y/N. You’re the most beautiful person I know, inside and out.” You can only breathe heavily in response because you’re (i) speechless, (ii) cuntful.

Gradually, she picks up the speed for you. Echoes of your pants and screams fill the room, and Wanda is enjoying every single bit of it. Soon enough, you were ready for your release. You try to warn her, but she understands your signal and whispers gently, “Come for your princess, Y/N.” It was all you needed to make a mess all over her fingers. She rides you through it as your elevated heartbeat goes back to normal.

She watches you with affection, and moments later you return Wanda’s gaze. She sits beside you again, and you both are in a familiar comfortable silence all over again. You decide to break it and bring up the previous conversation, “So… I guess I love you too? You’re the idiot by the way.”

“What do you mean that you guess? If you want to play the game then don’t forget you’re the naked one here and I can tease you really bad.”

“Oh really princess?” You wink at her and shift closer to her. She wraps her arm around you and says, “Let’s get a little cleaned up. I’m feeling a little hungry.”

You innocently ask her, “What do you want to eat?” but her mind is already running towards the wrong places. She swallows and replies, “A cup of green tea would do for me right now, would you like one?” You shake your head in the positive and get up.

— ✦ —

You two sit on the balcony to have the green tea. It’s late at night and the city is asleep. Your mind stares at the dark sky, still not quite visible because of the buildings. Wanda looks towards you the same time you look at her, she’s smiling. “Look at the moon Y/N!” She points towards it. Your gaze stays fixed on Wanda.

“I am looking at her. She’s breathtaking.”

— ✦ —

The following morning was enchanting as ever. You wake in Wanda’s arms, who is already lying awake next to you, waiting for you. “Good morning detka,” she whispers, “I hope you had a nice sleep.”

Morning laziness takes over you, so you hug her tightly and hum. She giggles and rubs your back with her hand, indicating for you to not doze off again. You groan, “I feel like I've slept after years, probably the first time ever.”

“It’s because you are sleeping for the first time in years. I love seeing you like this, but you need to wake up lyubov.”

“Fine, but you have to answer my question.”

“Go ahead.”

“What were you mad about, yesterday and before that?”

She hides her face behind your shoulder. “It’s stupid.” You hold her chin softly and tilt her head so she’s facing you. She sighs.

“Fine. I just didn’t realise how badly I’ve ever wanted to kiss you until you accidentally said that you’d kiss me if we were together. I’ve never been around someone who I could sit together with, listening to some white noise, and feel at home with. Hell, I’ve never been with anyone who could tell me they love me with my morning face. And then you backed off by acting all I-would-never-kiss-you so I was just a little pissed off. I’m sorry. You see, it’s stupid.”

“It isn’t, you’re just an idiot in love with another idiot. Also, don’t you dare say anything about your morning face. Your freckles, your faded accent, your natural hair - my goodness Wanda, I’d seriously kiss you if we were together.” You place little pecks all over her face, making her chuckle. “I love you Wanda.”

“And I love you Y/N.”

You hear the doorbell ring out of the blue. Against your will, you had to get up and open the door. There’s the mail for the day - a few bills, and a small box, addressed to “Y/N Maximoff” again.

You call Wanda outside the room. When she comes next to you, you ask her, “This is the second box. What do you think it is?” She arches her eyebrows suspiciously and takes the box away from you to keep it next to the bowl of keys. “We can find that out later.” she says before kissing your neck.

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mendesblurb · 11 months

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Please can I request a fluffy imagine with Shawnn!? Where reader give him some sort of goodluck kiss before the tour show starts?

Goodluck Kiss

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~310

Warning ⚠️: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: His performance with Ed took me by surprise honestly, hope you guys love this surprise little blurb from me too 🤪

It was the first show back after almost a year and half of no shows, and Shawn was standing backstage in the venue, feeling nauseous and jittery. He always felt this anxious; he hated the nervousness that comes with it.

However, how all the fear would disappear immediately as soon as he entered the stage and sang the first song was still a mystery to him.

“Shawn!” A voice called out, drawing his thought away from him.

“Baby, what are you doing here?”

“My boyfriend is about to perform on his first show after the break, am I allowed to support him?”

Hearing how casually you called him your boyfriend always brought a slight blush to his face, but he always blamed it on the pre-show nervous energy.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m so nervous; it feels like I will throw up at least once. God, I hope I don’t do that.”

“I hope you don’t do that too,” You chuckle while pushing his curls to the side and planting a soft kiss,“You’ll be fine, I promise. I do not doubt that you will do your best to make it a memorable show as always. Ed will love performing with you too.”

Then there was an announcement to make his way into the designated area.

"30 SECONDS PEOPLE," a crew member shouted.

His nerves then got the better of him again, but you kept him grounded, giving his hands a firm squeeze,”They're waiting for you. It’s going to be a fantastic show, babe. You got this!”

Shawn takes a deep breath, calming his nerves, “I’ll do my best!” His voice is a little shaky but manageable.

"And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. Go, Shawn," the stage director called as he made his way to the stage.

But then, just as he was walking, you called him out, quickly grabbing him by the arm,” I almost forgot,” You whispered, placing a light kiss on his lips,” For good luck.”

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lnfours · 1 year

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summer loving (four) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3k

⌙ warnings: swearing, some angst, fluffy as hell towards the end, some light drinking (nothing crazy), SHAWN BEING THE BEST BF EVER!!!!!!! but also tom being jealous AF, oh and shirtless tom, poor baby sam swooning but having no balls to say anything :(

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader with a lil bit of shawn mendes x fem!reader

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tom was losing his absolute mind.

sure, it was no secret that tom was in love with you. anyone with eyes and brain cells would be able to tell just by spending 2 minutes in a room with the two of you.

however, he felt as though he wasn’t good enough. like there was someone who would be way better for you. someone who could be your knight in shining armor, show you their vulnerable side, be everything you desperately wanted tom to be.

so, when he found out that you had went to shawn’s gig, part of him was relieved that you had moved on from his chaos, the way he pulled you in one minute and the next he was pushing you away in fear of letting someone get close to him again. but, he couldn’t deny that part of him ached, part of him broke at the sight of shawn walking you to the front door.

and what really sealed the deal was when you leaned in with a smile on your face as you kissed shawn on the lips.

that’s when he knew for sure that he was just a thought all the way in the back of your head.

the next morning, everyone sat in the kitchen while eating breakfast, making small talk. everyone mostly asking about how your date went, which caused a the heat to creep onto your cheeks. however, it made his blood boil at the fact that shawn was everything you wanted. everything you tom wanted to be for you, but couldn’t.

“it was good,” you smiled, poking at the eggs on your plate that sam had made for you, “he’s really sweet. i think you guys would like him.”

“we should have him for dinner tonight,” nikki smiled, “i know the mendes family pretty well, all of them are lovely.”

“yeah, sounds like a great idea.” your mom agreed.

“meeting the guy that my sister made out with on the front porch, no thanks.” austin joked, causing everyone to roll their eyes.

“gonna have to agree with austin on that one,” harry joked, “they’re gonna make kissy-faces at each other the whole time.”

you flung a piece of pancake at the boy, hitting him right in the center of his forehead. paddy giggled next to you, giving you a high five, “nice aim!”

“listen, let’s just give him a shot, yeah?” sam said, “if he makes y/n happy, then it’s worth meeting him.”

tom hadn’t said a word, eyes suddenly interested in his plate. your eyes fell onto his figure, your lips meeting the edge of the mug, speaking before taking a sip of coffee.

“what do you think, tom?”

you watched as he looked up at you, his normally warm, brown eyes suddenly cold. you raised an eyebrow as you watched him put down his fork.

“doesn’t matter to me.” he shrugged, getting up from the table as he cleared his plate. you turned to look at him.

“maybe alicia can come too, might as well make it a whole thing.” you said, smirking into your mug as he gave you ‘shut the fuck up’ look.

“who’s alicia?” nikki asked, turning to the oldest boy.

“no one.”

“mhm, she’s no one alright.” harry chuckled.

“wait, alicia garnett?” your brother asked.

“since when?” it was paddy’s turn to look confused.

“you know she’s kind of a whore, right?”

tom rolled his eyes at your brothers words, you turning around and smacking him in the forehead, “ow!”

“you’re an ass.”

“it’s true!”

“well, you don’t have to call her a whore.”

“i mean, she’s slept with half the town.”

you rolled your eyes, letting nikki take the floor, “if you’d like to invite her, you can. i’d like to meet her, you know.”

“me too,” your mom smiled, “and who’s to say she isn’t what everyone thinks she is.”

she eyed your brother and he raised his hands in fake surrender, “i’m just telling you what i’ve heard.”

“yeah, well, we don’t need to hear about it.” you mumbled.

tom nodded, sighing, “alright, alright, i’ll see if she wants to come.”

you cleared your plate, putting the dishes in the sink before making your way upstairs. you squeaked as someone grabbed your arm, pulling you into a bedroom before the door shut behind you.

“are you proud of yourself or something?” it was tom’s voice.

you crossed your arms, “why would it matter if she’s more than just a fuck buddy to you?”

he groaned, “because… i don’t know how i feel about her yet.”

“guess you better figure it out.” you shrugged, going to reach for the door handle but tom stepped in front of you,

“can i go? i have to make sure kat can come in this weekend.”

“not until you talk to me about what’s going on.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes in complete annoyance, “nothing’s going on, tom.”

“you sure?”

you huffed, “look, you’re the one who tried to kiss me on the beach just to move on the next day. i’m sorry, but whatever kind of emotional rollercoaster this is,” you motioned back and forth between the two of you, “i don’t want it. i’ve got a guy who’s sweet, treats me like a fucking princess, and is actually clear with what he wants, which is me. if you can’t accept the fact that i moved on from you and your bullshit, that sounds like a personal issue.”

he stared at you blankly as you pushed past him, reaching for the door, “until then, worry about your own relationship and i’ll worry about mine.”

he flinched as his door slammed shut behind him, making him groan as he plopped down onto the bed. he knew you were right, you had every reason in the book to hate him right now. he knew he played with your emotions, he knew that he fucked up big time, but he didn’t know how to make it right. he didn’t know how to get you back.

your phone buzzed as you got a text from kat.

kat any updates?

y/n nothing much other than tom’s an asshole and i think i really like shawn

kat good. if tom can’t get his priorities straight and realize that it’s been you this entire time, then you shouldn’t have to wait around for him. also shawn’s a cutie, who wouldn’t like him 😉

you looked up as there was a soft knock on your door, meeting sam’s eyes as he softly smiled, “up for the beach?”

you nodded, “yeah, just give me a second.”

he nodded back at you, walking out of the door and leaving it cracked open the tiniest bit.

y/n you’re right. i’ll check in with you later after shawn comes for dinner, gonna go catch some waves with sam.

kat sam 😏 ya know, i’ve always been team sam

y/n 🙄 goodbye, katarina <3

kat goodbye y/n 🥰

you locked your phone and threw it down on the bed before picking out a bathing suit. you grabbed a bathing suit from your bag, throwing on a big t-shirt overtop. you met sam downstairs, the two of you heading out to the beach.

you two talked amongst yourselves, giggling and having a good time. sam always knew how to get your mind off of things.

“you excited for everyone to meet shawn?” he asked and you shrugged.

“i don’t know,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “i just don’t know how tom’s going to react.”

“yeah, didn’t seem too happy about it earlier.”

you nodded, “i know.”

“which, sounds like his problem.”

you shot him a confused look, an eyebrow raised, “not that i don’t disagree, but what do you mean?”

“please, it’s not like we all don’t know he’s had a thing for you for years,” he laughed, “plus, mom did say that you were destined for one of us, minus paddy.”

you smiled, remembering when nikki told you that, “yeah, well, i guess destiny isn’t mine and tom’s thing.”

he chuckled again, “doesn’t really seem like it, huh?”

“whatever, it’s his loss,” you shrugged, “if he can’t tell me what he wants then why should i wait around for him to tell me? i deserve better than that.”

he nodded, “you deserve the best.”

you smiled, “thanks, sam.”

he nodded, looking towards the house as the sun shone down on you. your hair was falling perfectly around your face, your eyes glistening in the sunlight. the way the water droplets fell from your skin was mesmerizing.

he was in awe.

“i guess i should head back soon, i gotta get ready for dinner and make sure shawn’s still coming.”

he nodded, “yeah, sure thing. i’ll probably be out here for a little while longer and then head in.”

you smiled before paddling to shore on your board, “see you back at the house!”

you made your way inside, running up the steps. you gathered your things to take a shower, walking into the hallway only to bump into someone who was shirtless and dripping wet.

your cheeks burned as you realized it was tom.

“sorry,” he apologized, moving around you, “didn’t mean to bump into you.”

you couldn’t help it, your eyes followed the way his abs dipped and curved, the way the towel sat lowly on his hips, his dripping wet curls hanging over his forehead. he smirked as your eyes traveled his body, watching you contently.

“just watch where you’re going next time.” your voice was laced with sarcasm.

“watch where your eyes wander next time.”

you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him believe that you were still somewhat into him. yeah, shawn was great and everything you wanted, but tom was always going to be in the back of your mind. like an annoying, nagging feeling that won’t leave you alone no matter how hard you try.

after your shower, you made your way back to your room. you decided to facetime shawn, just to make sure he was still able to come tonight.

he picked up after a few rings, smiling into the camera as he laid in bed, “hey,”

“hi,” you smiled back, “sorry if i interrupted anything.”

he shook his head, rustling coming from his side of the call as he situated himself to sit up, “‘s okay, everything alright?”

you nodded, “just wanted to make sure you were still coming tonight.”

“of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks, “nikki wants to know if you like seafood.”

he nodded, “not my favorite, but i’ll eat it,” he smiled, “i’m sure anything she cooks is good.”

you laughed, “it is, actually.”

“sounds great,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “should i bring anything?”

“just yourself.” you smiled.

“okay, i’ll bring a bottle of rosé.”

you smiled, “if you insist.”

“i do, i refuse to come empty handed, my mom taught me better than that,” he smiled back at you, “also, what’s nikki and your moms favorite flowers?”

you scrunched your nose, thinking about it, “for nikki it’s probably daisies and my mom is simple, she likes white roses.”

he nodded, “alright, i got a few stops to make in town and then i’ll be over.”

you watched as he slipped a shirt over his head, his keys jingling in the microphone shortly after, “take your time.”

“well, i don’t want to keep you waiting.”

you smiled, “i don’t mind.”

he smirked down into the camera, “i’ll remember this.”

you laughed, “drive safe, i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon, beautiful.”

you smiled before ending the call, squealing quietly to yourself before quickly clicking onto kat’s contact. she picked up almost right away.

“long time no see,” she smiled, “what’s up?”

“it’s confirmed,” you smiled, “i really like shawn.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the doorbell rang as you ran down the steps, “i’ll get it!”

you opened the door and smiled as shawn held up three bouquets of flowers and a bottle of rosé. you smiled, taking the bottle from him to help him carry things inside, “what’s all this?”

“a good first impression,” he smiled, kissing your cheek softly, “these are for your mom and nikki.”

you smiled, your heart beating quickly as you closed the door behind him, “you’re so sweet. c’mon, i’ll introduce you.”

he followed you into the kitchen where nikki, your mom, austin, paddy and harry were sitting. everyone was quick to say hello, shawn shaking hands with the boys and offering the flowers to the moms. they both smiled and accepted them, also mentioning how it was a sweet gesture. you left the boys to talk as you followed your mom and nikki into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine.

“he’s handsome,” your mom smirked, rubbing her shoulder against yours, giggling, “and respectful.”

“he’s great, y/n. a 10 in my book.”

you laughed at both of the women in front of you, shaking your head as you grabbed two wine glasses, “you two are insufferable.”

“c’mon! if i were you, i'd be all over that.” your mom laughed and you scrunched your nose, letting out a chuckle as you shook your head.

“gross, don’t ever say that again,” you laughed with the other two, walking back into the dining room with the two wine glasses. you handed one to shawn, him smiling and thanking you as you sat down in the chair next to him.

“so, you’ve played guitar your whole life?” harry asked. shawn nodded.

“yeah, pretty much,” he smiled, “i learned from watching youtube videos on how to play ed sheeran songs.”

“i wish i was good at playing an instrument,” paddy sighed, “i tried piano, but i wasn’t good so i gave up.”

“that’s what practice is for,” shawn said, pulling the glass away from his lips, “if you want, i could teach you how to play, show you a few pointers.”

“really?” paddy’s face lit up, “that’s awesome! thanks, mate.”

shawn nodded and smiled back. you smiled at him as he made eye contact.

“so, is the infamous katarina coming next weekend?” he asked.

“yeah, she is,” you smiled, “and she’s really excited to meet you.”

he widened his eyes a little, “guess i gotta make a really good impression.”

“shouldn’t be too hard.” you smiled, biting down on your bottom lip to try to contain it.

“i don’t know, seems like a big deal.”

“please, if you can make it through this dinner, you should be able to handle kat.”

you heard sam as he entered the room, “that’s a lie, kat is like a hurricane. she’s kinda crazy.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at sam, “she’s not crazy, she’s just… a concerned friend.”

sam scoffed, “yeah, we can say that,” he smiled as he shook shawn’s hand, “sam, by the way. nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you, too.” shawn smiled. you watched as tom was the last one to sit down at the table, nodding his head towards shawn.

“hey, mate.”

“hey, man. what’s up,” he greeted back, reaching to shake tom’s hand, “shawn.”

tom shook his hand, “tom.”

you watched as tom’s eyes locked with yours for a split second, the warm brown eyes once again cold as he saw you with shawn. he clenched his jaw as he sat down, not wanting to sit across from you and the guy who was everything he couldn’t be for you.

nikki and your mom, thankfully, came out with the food in their hands as they placed everything down on the table, “who’s hungry.”

you felt shawn’s nerves from his seat next to you, giving his hand a squeeze under the table. he squeezed back, smiling as you made eye contact.

the dinner talk consisted of everyone getting to know shawn a little better and talking about everyone’s favorite summer activities. but, of course, austin had to ruin the moment with an embarrassing story from when you were younger.

that’s when you grabbed shawn’s hand, leaving the table as you led him up the stairs, “okay, i’m done with this conversation. you all have fun.”

everyone laughed as harry called out to you, “oh, come on! at least leave shawn!”

you two laughed, “over my dead body, holland.”

you made your way into your room, closing the door behind you, “sorry, they get to be a little much.”

he waved you off, “it’s alright, i get it.”

you sat down on the bed, gesturing to the room, “this is me. not much, but that’s what i like about it.”

“that and this view,” shawn said as he looked out the large window, “i’d never leave this room.”

you smiled, getting up and wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek on his back, “that’s another favorite part.”

he smiled, turning around as his arms wrapped around your torso this time, “i can’t deny a great view when i see one.”

you blushed softly, “me either.”

he smiled as his hand reached up and cupped your cheek into his hand softly, leaning down slowly as his nose pressed up against yours, “can i ask you something?”

you nodded, biting down softly on your lower lip as he continued, “i know it hasn’t been very long, but i really really like you and i was just wondering if you’d wanna be official, like be my… girlfriend?”

you smiled, “i really like you, too. and yes, i’d love to be your girlfriend.”

he smiled, leaning down and softly pressing his lips to yours. you both smiled into the kiss, breaking apart after a little while. you led him to bed bed, the both of you laying down. he grabbed the stuffed bear from under his back, laughing softly as you grabbed your tv remote from the nightstand.

“who’s this?”

you chuckled, “that’s beary.”

“beary? you couldn’t have come up with a better name?” he joked and you laughed, snatching the brown stuffed bear from his hands.

“i was 4! leave me alone.”

he laughed, pulling you so you were laying on top of him, both legs on either side of his hips. you smiled as you braced yourself, hands resting against his chest as his landed on your hips.

he giggled, “poor beary. he’s stuck dealing with the worst name in history.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you smacked him playfully with the pillow, “shut up!”

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sunshyni · 9 months

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Soda italiana

Jaehyun × Você Gênero: fluffy Contagem de palavras: 886 Notas: isso aqui foi baseado numa experiência verídica KKKK Recentemente descobri que não sei comer massa sem humilhar nove gerações de italianos. E soda italiana, apesar de ser uma bebida simples, é MUITO, MUITO boa! Daí eu já tava meio ablublubé das ideias com “Horizon” então resolvi unir as duas coisas. Avisos: como sempre faço, mostrei esse texto para o meu amor, @dreamwithlost, e pasmem, no dia seguinte ela sonhou com esse cenário KKKK Sonhar com o Jae é como estar no céu, slk 🥵 Os personagens estão na Sicília, na Itália, e eu ouvi muito “Summer of Love” do Shawn Mendes escrevendo isso, no mais, espero que gostem! Boa leitura, docinhos! 💙

Massa nunca foi seu prato preferido – porque embora “macarrão instantâneo” contesse literalmente a palavra “macarrão” no nome, você preferia não considerá-lo pertencente à categoria, claramente o insigne miojo era merecedor de uma categoria exclusiva – todavia em questão de segundos desde que o garçom entregou os pedidos, deixando a mesa sem se esquecer de desejar um “buon appetito” esganiçado, você passou de uma relação inofensiva para um relacionamento do mais genuíno furor, tudo isso porque você não tinha ideia de como se comia macarrão com polidez feito Jaehyun, que se alimentava tal qual uma pessoa da nobreza. Afinal de contas, pra que servia aquela colher mesmo?

Você sabia que ele estava falando, a julgar pelo movimento dos lábios que você identificou de esguelha pois seus olhos acompanhavam as mãos hábeis que seguravam os talheres com propriedade. Você se sentia um tanto quanto canhota, ou melhor, um bebê que estava tocando num garfo e colher pela primeira vez na qual os utensílios pareciam servir para qualquer coisa, menos para posicioná-los entre os dedos; numa perspectiva mais gentil consigo mesma, você era a Ariel, dessa forma não seria um completo espanto se você conduzisse o pequeno talher até os cabelos ensopados.

Jaehyun comprovou sua imersão nos seus próprios pensamentos condenatórios ao deslizar o singelo enfeite de flores do centro da mesa para o lado a fim de espiar seu prato intocado, como você não fez menção de levantar os olhos na direção das íris escuras, Jaehyun te chamou gentilmente.

E quando o fitou teve vontade de agradecer aquele mecanismo de defesa da pele chamado “bronzeamento”, o sol de Sicília era intenso e tórrido, mais do que suficiente para tornar as bochechas do Jeong purpúreas feito pedras de rubi e os lábios um tanto ressequidos, deixando-o com uma aparência ébria deliciosamente atraente, te roubando todo o juízo. O fato dele estar com as mechas úmidas caindo-lhe no rosto e a camisa ligeiramente aberta apenas piorava sua capacidade de pensar diligentemente, Jaehyun sabia a receita de como transformar seu cérebro num mingau cremoso de cor e salteado, foi por isso que você bebericou a soda italiana de framboesa numa tentativa de recuperar seus pensamentos liquefeitos, gostou da forma que as bolinhas da água com gás estouravam na língua como espumante, molhando-lhe a garganta.

— Yoonoh... — Você choramingou baixinho, saindo da bolha imaginária para finalmente presentear Jae com alguma reação que não fosse a total indiferença involuntária. Com frustração, você contemplou a água azul-turquesa límpida do mar Mediterrâneo que envolvia a região sul da ilha, o céu começando a adquirir um tom avermelhado, mesclando-se com o lilás das nuvens.

— Que foi? Você não gosta? — Seu namorado questionou, expressando confusão íntima, tentando falhamente identificar o que existia de errado com a refeição, dado que você nem encostara no prato e olhava para ele como se estivesse envenenado — Eu deveria ter te levado numa pizzaria, aqui eles te servem uma pizza inteira, não só uma fatia.

— Não é isso — Afundou a folhinha de hortelã que decorava sua bebida rosada com o canudo de inox — Não sei fazer o lance da colher.

— Lance da colher? — Jaehyun devolveu a pergunta, as covinhas lutando para não aparecerem nas bochechas rosáceas, tanto que ele até comprimiu os lábios para não rir, contudo lá estavam elas, realçando sua face um tantinho mais.

— Eu... — Você afastou a porcelana ainda quente, cruzando os braços sobre o tampo da mesa e inclinando-se um bocado para alcançá-lo do outro lado da mesa. Devagar, você admitiu num sibilo — Acho que desaprendi a usar talheres e eu não tô afim de enfurecer italianos de carteirinha, por mio Dio. Então, será que você poderia...

Yoonoh nem esperou você terminar sua sentença para posicionar a cadeira ao seu lado e afastar uma mecha de cabelo solto com a pontinha do indicador, ajeitando-a atrás da orelha, só então ele se permitiu abrir um sorriso esplêndido na boca perfeita.

— Eu devia ter uns cinco anos quando comi espaguete pela primeira vez num restaurante — Ele pegou emprestado o seu garfo, começando a enrolar a massa com o auxílio das extremidades do prato, os olhos dele estavam concentrados no movimento espiral que fazia com o utensílio, todavia os seus não conseguiam parar de acompanhar cada mínimo detalhe do homem a sua frente, desde os lábios meio curvados enquanto articulava, até a clavícula um tanto exposta graças aos botões fora de suas casas — Molho de tomate espirrou para todas as direções, parecia cena de crime.

Você sorriu pequeno, achando graça quando ele pôs o garfo com cuidado na sua boca, te alimentando, no mesmo instante você cobriu o rosto com a palma da mão à medida que testemunhava uma plena explosão de sabores e o Jeong recostou-se no espaldar da cadeira fechando os olhos envergonhado.

— Vontade de vomitar? — Jaehyun arriscou descerrar um dos olhos, vermelho, dessa vez de embaraço.

— Fofo — Você riu, imitando os passos do seu namorado para fazê-lo desfrutar da massa apetitosa, Jaehyun simplesmente foi incapaz de conter o gemido rouco que deixou seu corpo quando a iguaria quente entrou em contato com a língua morna, você se suavizou, inflada de orgulho pelo seu aprendizado.

— Tá vendo? — Inquiriu Jae, contornando sua cadeira com o braço direito para depositar um beijo casto nos seus lábios aveludados — Nem precisou da colher.

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trilliwarner · 1 month

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sweet stress 🍂

matt sturniolo × f!reader

warnings: a bit angst at the beginning, being stressed, fluffy

word count: 762 (ikk it's short😭)

«can you please don't leave your hair on the wall? how many times did i tell you that already?» matt snaps at me, stepping out of the bathroom.

as soon as i hear his voice, i jump back and let the lip balm that i was holding dropping down. i look down and see that it is now spread on the floor. i let out a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to stay as much calm as possible.

i'm not feeling so well these days, and i get emotional very quickly. there are days and days, and today is one of those days.

«okay, let's just not-» matt steps closer to me but when he notices my face, he immediately stops talking.

«are you...okay?» he furrows his eyebrows as he tries to make eye contact with me.

«mh mh» i nod my head a couple of times «sorry, it won't happen again. you're right» i try to avoid his gaze. «and sorry also for that...i-i'm gonna clean it up» i kneel down on the floor «just a second...»

«hey, hey» i feel matt bend as well «you don't have to do it now, it's okay. just let me help you, alright?» he takes my hands in his but i quickly remove them.

i take a deep breath and shift behind my ears some strands of my hair. i can feel matt's gaze become more concerned. «it's okay, i'm just tired» i try to stand up but my legs give in and i almost fall.

matt notice it and quickly grabs me from my waist «okay, here you go...» he sits me on the edge of the bed. he bends down in front of me, and i bring my hands to rub my face. «you're definitely not okay, so what's going on?» he puts his hands on my knees.

«i don't know» i mumble the answer into my hands.

«can i see your face, please?»

i huff but slowly remove my hands off of my face, meeting his eyes.

«uh huh» matt makes a small smile «so, could you please tell me what's happening in that pretty head of yours?»

«uhm, i...» i hesitate for a moment and look away from him «i don't know, really. i just feel very stressed out lately» i sigh.

«yeah, i can tell that» matt moves and sits next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders to bring me closer to him. «sorry if i snapped at you before» he puts his chin on my head.

i slightly shake my head «it was nothing» i say back «sorry for the hair on the wall and for the lip balm on the floor. i'll clean all up» i press my lips together.

«yeah...no, no problem» he takes my hand in his and interlocks our fingers together. «you wanna talk about what's bothering you so much?».

i lean my body against matt's. «family stuff» i respond «and school, and anxiety» i sigh deeply «and everything».

i feel matt's free hand through my hair as i talk. «you know i'm here if you wanna talk, right?» he asks me softly.

i slightly nod my head and murmur an 'i know'. i pull away from matt's body to face him «i just need a break sometimes, you know?».

«yeah, i gotcha» he nods his head «but i don't want to see you stressing so much about those stuff» he tilts his head and brings his hands to cup my face. he rubs his fingers on my cheeks.

«i know, but...» i stop for a second «i think too much, like a lot, and then i end up like this» i wrap my hands around matt's wrists and rub them «all messed up».

«listen, okay?» he moves closer «you're okay, alright? you are good. we are good» he places a soft peck on my lips. «no negative thoughts because i know for sure that you can do it, alright? plus, you're not alone, i'm here with you through all of this shit» another soft peck. «i love you, remember?».

i nod my head «i love you» i give matt one more quick and soft kiss on the lips «i love you so much, thank you».

«nah-huh» matt smiles softly «no need to thank me» he rubs his thumb on my bottom lip «i just wanna see you happy».

i smile back at him «you do make me happy, matt» and i kiss him softly.

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author's note:

idk guys, i guess i like it(?) i had like the idea but idkkk

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storiesforallfandoms · 2 years

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neglected ~ shawn mendes

word count: 2091

request?: yes!

“hiii, here’s a shawn mendes x reader request i had since you’re requests are open now…

so what if the reader joins shawn on tour but starts feeling left out because shawn is only paying attention to his friends and then eventually the reader gets fed up of it and just snaps at shawn. then they have a fight about it, but at the end it’s all fluffy.

love u, stay safe :)”

description: when he starts neglecting her while on tour, she has enough and decides to voice her frustrations

pairing: shawn mendes x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Going on tour with your boyfriend for the first time should’ve been a magical experience. Getting to watch him perform every night, getting to go to the after parties with him to celebrate, spending a lot of alone time together in hotel rooms and the tour bus. How could it not be the time of your life?

That’s what you expected anyways. Reality was not as amazing as you thought.

You knew that Shawn would be busy. You didn’t expect him to drop his work to spend time with you. You didn’t want him to do that anyways; you were actually very excited to watch him perform and to be there for his shows and soundchecks.

No, it wasn’t the work that was making this experience less stellar than you expected. It was Shawn’s friends and his attention towards them.

You loved Shawn’s friends and you were glad they agreed to come on the tour for a while as well. Shawn had been having a hard time mentally on tour so you suggested that he bring some of his friends with him to help him feel more at home while on the road. At first, you were glad to see that it was working and to see how happy Shawn was. But then you started to notice how much more time and attention he was giving his friends versus how much he was giving you. It got to a point where he wouldn’t even notice you weren’t there.

Like the night that everything finally came to a head for you.

You had been to Shawn’s show, cheering for him from your VIP section. When the show finished, you went backstage to meet up with everyone. You were almost shocked when Shawn immediately ran up to you and gave you a big kiss.

“We’re going out for after show drinks,” he told you. “You’re coming with us, right?”

“Of course,” you said. “I gotta go to the bathroom first. I had one too many sodas during the show.”

Shawn chuckled and kissed you again before letting you go.

You were buzzing with excitement as you quickly did your business and washed your hands. You were hopped up on post show adrenaline and the excitement of being invited to the night out. You didn’t want to leave the guys waiting for too long.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom, though, you found the backstage area empty except for Shawn’s manager. He looked at you in shock when you appeared.

“I thought you were going to the after party,” he said.

“I am,” I said. “I mean, I thought I was. Are they all gone?”

“Yeah, they left a few minutes ago.”

You bit back the hurt you were feeling. You were sure this was a misunderstanding. Maybe they were waiting for you outside.

But when you went out back where the car had been, all you saw was the tour bus and the stage crew carrying the equipment out. A lump was forming in your throat as you dialed Shawn’s number. You let it ring until it went to voicemail, then tried again to the same results.

Suddenly, your sadness washed away and was replaced with anger. You couldn’t believe that he left you! He invited you to go, he was the one who brought it up to you, and for the quick five minutes you were in the bathroom, he left!

You were fuming as you ordered an Uber to the arena. Most of the fans had cleared out by now, so you were safe to stand in the front of the arena as you waited for your Uber to arrive. You hoped your driver wasn’t very talkative because you truly were not in the mood for small talk.

Your driver gave you a small smile as you got in. “Coming from the concert?”

“Yeah,” you deadpanned.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound good. Was it not a good show?”

“It was a good show until the end,” you muttered, turning to look out the window to signify to your driver that you were finished with the conversation.

You uttered a small “thank you” as you got out of the car at the hotel you were staying in. Your anger had started melting away in the car ride over, so now instead of the angry stomp you had planned, you were just barley dragging your feet to the elevator. You watched as the numbers ticked upwards until the soft ding filled your ears and the doors opened on your floor.

Your and Shawn’s shared hotel room wasn’t too far from the elevator, luckily, because all you wanted to do now was lay down in bed and cry. You couldn’t believe Shawn had so easily forgotten you, and now he wasn’t even answering your calls. This was supposed to be the time of your life, and instead all you felt was sadness. Part of you just wanted to pack your things and go home. It wasn’t like Shawn would even notice you weren’t there.

You were debating booking the next flight out of there and back home as you laid down in bed, but the minute your head hit the pillow your tears were unleashed. You curled up into a ball, allowing the tears to flow freely down your cheeks and soak into the pillow beneath you until you eventually cried yourself to sleep.

~~~~~~

You were awoken to the sound of a loud bang. You jumped awake, thinking someone was breaking into your room or something. It wasn’t until you heard a familiar laugh that you realized it was just Shawn finally coming back from his “after party”.

You looked over at your phone to see it was 3am. About time he got back.

Shawn switched on the light in the room without warning, causing you to yelp as you quickly covered your eyes.

“Shit, I’m so sorry baby,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be awake.”

“Hard to sleep when you’re banging around the room and laughing at the top of your lungs,” you grumped. You blinked your eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light and to get rid of the spots currently in your vision.

You looked up to see Shawn had that goofy smile on his face that you normally loved to see. You knew this meant he had had a good night, which usually you’d be happy about. But the events of the night were still fresh on your mind and you weren’t about to let him get away with neglecting you this time.

“Did you have a good night?” you asked him.

“Oh yeah, it was great! We went to this local bar that had a local band playing. We drank a bunch, played some pool. One of the guys in the band recognized me and let me get up on stage with them. I actually followed all of them, I’m gonna post a video of them performing on my story and hope it helps them gain a bunch of followers.”

“Sounds awesome. Thank you so much for including me in your oh so fun boy’s night.”

Shawn looked up at you, a confused look on his face. He was finally registering the sarcasm dripping from your tone.

“What do you mean? I invited you to come, babe.”

“Yeah you did, and about five minutes later while I was in the bathroom, you fucking left me at the arena!”

“What? No, I - ”

“Yes you did, Shawn! I went to the bathroom, I told you I’d be back and I’d be down to going out after your show, and then when I did come back from the bathroom you had just up and left me! No texts, no calls, no telling me where you were going. Just gone without a trace. You didn’t even text me to see if I had gotten back here safe from the arena.”

His face was turning a light shade of pink. “I just thought...I mean I knew you would’ve - ”

“Don’t lie, Shawn,” you cut him off. “You didn’t think of me at all. You just wanted to go out and have a good time with your friends. Who gives a fuck if your girlfriend is there or not, even though you were the one who invited me to come along with you guys.”

“Hey, you were the one who told me to invite the guys on the tour with me.”

“Yes, I did. I’m not claiming that I didn’t. I did that because I knew you were having a rough time mentally on the tour and I thought it would help to have your friends here with you. But what I didn’t think would happen would be that you were spending all your time with them and none of it with me!”

“That’s not true! I do spend time with you!”

“When? When was the last time we hung out without your friends, Shawn? When was the last time we did something outside of the hotel rooms and the tour bus and the backstage areas, just the two of us, without your friends? Tell me.”

You crossed your arms and looked at him, expectantly. He was silent and you could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t have any response.

“That’s what I thought,” you said.

“Okay, maybe we haven’t been spending much time together lately, but you’ve been on tour with me longer than the guys have. I spent time with you before they were here, and now I should be spending time with you while they’re here? That doesn’t seem fair.”

Your anger came to a boil. You got up from the bed and got so close to Shawn that you were basically in his face. He had to take a step away from you because you were so close, your anger radiating off of you.

“I was on tour with you a whole week before the guys came! So don’t pull that shit on me! I have every right to be upset about the fact that you have been neglecting me in favor of your friends. I love them to pieces, and you know that, but I do not love you shoving me to the side because of them. If you don’t want to spend time with me, just tell me so I can pack my shit and go home.”

You didn’t realize you had started crying again until Shawn reached out and wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. He held your head in his hands, sadness written on his face.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he said. “You’re right, the way I’ve been treating you is unfair. I’ve never gotten to take my girlfriend or my friends on tour before. I was so excited to be able to spend this time with everyone that I forgot I should be dividing it equally, not just expecting you to want to spend time with me and the guys all the time and not having alone time together.”

You sighed and moved closer to him, burying your head in his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I want you to be happy while you tour,” you told him. “I just want to be able to spend time with you, too, and to make memories while we’re seeing the world together. I don’t mind if the guys tag along sometimes, but other times I do want it to just be us.”

“I know, babe. I promise from here on out I will spend equal time with you and with the guys, and I won’t leave you alone in arenas when we’re going out ever again. I’ll wait for you, even if that makes us the last two people in the building and they’re forcing us out so they can lock up.”

You giggled. “I won’t make you take it that far. That’s not fair to the custodians then.”

Shawn chuckled as well and kissed your forehead. The two of you got into bed together and you settled into Shawn’s arms. You were starting to feel the tug of sleep pulling you into the world of dreams when you felt Shawn’s lips against your forehead again.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” you mumbled back. “Go to sleep, I’m tired.”

His chest vibrated as he chuckled and you felt him stretch out towards the nearby light switch before the room was plunged into darkness and you finally drifted off to sleep.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Streak 🔥

Cute little sad little Shawn fluff. Word count: 736

You were so lonely without Shawn. Video calls and streak pictures really couldn’t help. They were nothing in comparison to the warm, full feeling you got when he was with you.

He has taken to calling you first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, no matter how early or late it is in Toronto. That morning, he called you at 3:00 am and discovered that you had been sobbing into his pillow all night.

He saw your blotchy, tear-stained face and the sweatshirt of his you were wearing. He saw the tissues that littered the pillow, and you laying on his side of the bed.

“Y/N, Lovebug,” he said gently upon seeing you crying. “What’s wrong? Can you tell me?”

You shook your head and he didn’t push it. Instead, he changed the subject. “Andrew told me last night that he’s flying you out a week from today! Aren’t you excited?”

This news sent a fresh wave of hot tears down your face and Shawn’s face looked so pained you wanted to laugh.

“Y/N,” he sighed. “What’s going on?”

“Homesick,” was all you managed to choke out.

“Why do you feel homesick?”

“Because you’re not here. I feel... heartsick. My heart doesn’t feel good.”

“I miss you, Baby girl, but I’ll get to see you so soon. You know that, right?”

You nodded sullenly and he smiled. “Hey,” he said, suddenly upbeat and happy. “You wanna know what I can do?”

He continued when you nodded your head.

“I’ll send you a picture every chance I get. You can see where I am, what I’m doing, who I’m with, everything! Then it’s just like you’re with me. Sound like a good idea?” You nodded.

“I want pictures from you too, Cutie. It’s gotta be mutual.” The smile that was forming rapidly on his face was enough to break your stone wall.

“I love you, Shawn. I’m so excited to get to see you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“I just love you. I mean, I love you, love you.”

“I do to. Listen. I have to go for this morning. I’ll send you all sorts of pictures, though,” he winked.

“Pinky promise.”

You held your pinky up to your camera as well, imagining that you were hooking it around Shawn’s.

About an hour later, you received a message from him. It was a cute picture of him blowing you a kiss. The sentiment was cute but he could have chosen anything else to do. It made you crave the warm sensation of his soft lips even more.

Then there was a picture of him with a fish filter on. This made you giggle a little bit until you remembered how badly you wanted to squish his cute little cheeks.

Several more pictures followed; selfies, landscapes, and a picture of his sandaled feet walking along the pavement.

You wanted so desperately to be with him. You wanted to kiss his pink little lips until they were swollen. You wanted to squish his sweet little cheeks until they were bruised and your fingers were stress-strained. You wanted to bury your face in his neck and breathe him in until you were lightheaded from oxygen deprivation.

The snapchats kept up all week and when it was finally time for your flight out to Shawn’s arms, you almost cried for how surreal it felt. You would be seeing for the first time in forever. His arms, lips, face, neck, and body would be all yours. You would get as many steamy kisses as he could give.

The second you stepped off the plane, you were in his arms, your face buried in his shoulder. “Shawn,” you sobbed. “I missed you so much!”

“You too, Baby,” Shawn said, tearing up a bit himself. “I’ve got a present for you!” “What is it?” you asked into his chest.

“What do you want it to be?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want some kisses, snuggles, a shower, anything?”

“Yes!” you cried excitedly. “All of the above!”

Shawn’s rosy cheeks lit up and he smiled with all of his beautiful pearly teeth. “Love you, Baby girl. My darling. Such a cutie...”

You had barely gotten into the car that would take you back to his condo when he took your head

in his hands and began kissing you nonstop. “I’m hungry.”

“For what, Lovebug?”

“You.”

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thewulf · 3 months

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I HAVE LIKE THE GREATEST IDEA I HAD IN A WHILE!! HEAR ME OUT!

Steve Harrington x Reader based on Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes😩 I used to LOVE that song when i was younger, and now it just reminds me of my boy stevee💙

Ohhh I really like this! I feel like it should be set up as a 3x1 as, "the three times Steve didn't like how your boyfriend treated you and the one time he did something about it"

Just really cute fluffy Steve and some angsty moments with readers rude af boyfriend.

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koostarcandy · 2 years

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hi can i pls req a jungkook fic based on when you’re ready by shawn mendes? thank u !!!

whole world - jk x reader

pairing: pining!jungkook x fem!oc (unnamed)

summary: jungkook hopes you know his intense feelings towards you. alternative? jungkook would wait 10 years if it means to be with you.

genre: fluff

wc: 680 words

a/n: shawn mendes has got some really good songs ㅠㅠ requests are open because I can't look at textbooks all day long 😃👍🏼uh jaykay is very pining here (idk how you say it English but it makes sense in my head okay) it's not as bad as you think it is but it did take me 2 days to write so🕳🏃🏽‍♀️ also, I left it open cause why not?

jungkook thinks you're like all the seasons, combined.

early spring, where the flowers are slowly blooming and the air is filled with the giddiness at the prospect of summer. you're eager to pick out tiny daisies to make flower crowns for the both of you, always on the lookout for cute animals to capture pinterest worthy pictures.

you're the soft sunshine brightening up his life, the relief of mid-day rain during the peak heat and he can only hope you know that he loves spending spring with you.

summer, filled with popsicles and frequent trips to the pool. there's tons of polaroids on jungkook's desk, left by you so he can put it in their designated albums. you're always dragging him to carnivals and fairs, summer nights a haze and memorable with you.

you're like the cool and chill nights, that brings relief after the sweltering heat. he hopes that, years down the lane, you're looking at these precious albums with him, old and wrinkly and happy.

when it comes to autumn, jungkook loves the fact that you go up and beyond to get "cuddly" clothes, getting matching ones to even pair up with his dear doberman, bam. you're always stomping the crunchy colourful leaves with him, silent content at the sound.

like the sudden gusts of wind which remind him that fall season is here, you're in the tight hands held and close proximity to ensure there's enough warmth for everybody. he hopes that, years down the lane, he's still holding your hand in his, enjoying the crisp air with you.

in brisk winter, jungkook knows you'll find a hundred reasons and more to make delectable hot chocolate, decorated with your favourite fluffy tiny marshmellows. you make it a point to see the first snow with him, turning it into an impromptu snowball fight.

like how children's eyes light up when they get their christmas presents, you're the sparkle that everyone looks for when it comes to the holidays, especially jungkook. he hopes that, when the time comes, you'll be passing down the sparkle, making the whole world a better place. just like how you do to his.

jimin is flabbergasted, speechless and most importantly, shocked at the audacity of his best friend, now drunk.

"jimin-ssi," a drunk jungkook wails, "what do i do?"

jungkook might not know it and he might not even care, but the stares garnered and projected to them, even though they're in a private booth of the bar, makes jimin think twice about his life choices.

it takes everything in him to not up and get out, frankly tired of how blind his jungkookie can be.

"you want her to stay with you, yes?" jimin asks slowly.

jungkook nods furiously, drunk sleepy eyes suddenly widening. "that goes without saying! of course, i want that!"

jungkook's precious hyung winces slightly at the rise of volume but he goes on anyway, "so why don't you just ask her out?"

the pining boy shakes his head so fast and quickly, jimin thinks it might fall off. "she's not interested in me like that, she never has been and I've seen it, hyungie." jungkook nods solemnly, flicking open the cap of soju and pouring himself a shot and downing it.

"but i'll wait for her. like i always do and i don't mind that at all."

jimin stares at him, mind reeling from the rant jungkook had gone on you being "all seasons combined" after hearing the song 'four seasons' play in the bar. the poor man massages his temples with one hand, the other fisting to meet jungkook's buff arm, softly punching him repeatedly.

"you blind, utter, foolish, dumbass!"

"i'm sure you're right but why?!"

jimin heaves the biggest sigh he's let out around jungkook and that's saying something. "you said that you're sure she's not interested in you. at all?"

jungkook mimics his hyung, sighing and grabbing the soju bottle, "jimin-ssi, how many times do I have to tell you? she isn't-"

"if she isn't, then why does she look at you like you're her whole world?"

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria ; @taegisms ; @cherishoshi

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phoeebsbuffay · 2 years

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Imagine: you are Anakin’s best friend. You seem content with that until the day you watch him with Senator Padmé Amídala. So the question is: what will it happen with your friendship now?

Warnings: drama, fluffy and smut. Minors, do not read it.

Recommendations: this is (very) loosely based on two songs that got me inspired to write this: “One Day” by Dua Lipa and “When You’re Gone” by Shawn Mendes.

***

Intro. Anakin’s POV.

He was a boy when he met you. Obi-Wan made sure you two were acquainted. Anakin asked him right before you:

“Am I really supposed to be friends with a girl?”

You punched his face, much to everyone’s dismay in the younglings’s room—although Obi-Wan did struggle not to burst into laughters.

“I am stronger than you, idiot”, you told him.

“Now now, violence and arrogance are not the Jedi way, Y/N.” Obi-Wan told you.

Anakin for some reason was impressed. And even though you two didn’t begin really well that day, Master Jinn paired you throughout the classes because he thought you had angry issues and Anakin was too proud for a young boy. Somehow you matched.

“Can I play with you?” Anakin did not like how often you were left aside by other younglings. He was amazed by how a shy kid as you could be so strong—clearly bearing in mind the day you punched him.

You had two buns each side your head and was dressing white. You looked up at that boy with sand hair and suspicious blue eyes.

“Why not. Come in Anakin. Where did you come from?”

He told you about his days in Tatooine, how he and his mother were slaves. You got emotional by hearing that because you never met someone who was enslaved before. Where you came from, you told him, there were no slaves.

That day you promised that when the two of you grow up, you’d end slavery throughout the galaxy. Anakin took your hand in his and did not let you go. You saw fear in his eyes and said:

“We will be best friends for ever, Ani. I will never leave you, I vow you that.”

The scene was cute for the outsiders and, according to Obi-Wan’s opinion, a positive sign that Anakin could make friends. But, in truth, there was more to it. And both of you sensed somehow.

“Thank you”, he said. “You are the nicest girl of this room.”

You giggled. The two of you still held hands.

“And you are the nicest boy here.”

And thus the bond was made. Anakin thought that, mayhaps, it wasn’t entirely bad to become a Jedi in the future if you’d be by his side.

***

Your POV.

You became characteristically known to your fellow padawans by the two buns that you appreciated wearing since you were a child. Anakin liked to tease about these buns, pointing how they made you look like a rebel princess.

“Oh shut up, you don’t even know what you are talking about”, you laughed at that.

You were teenagers now, though trained by different masters. But this never stopped both of you to practice together at the fighting room. The bond between you were so strong that one mirrored the other’s moves.

“Stop copying me, Ani!” you said when both of you twisted and zoooom zooom zooom, your lightsabers collided.

“I invented that move first, my dear Y/N”, said he, so gallantly in the sarcasm you were familiar with. “What can I do if you are inspired by me?”

The two of you laughed at that remark. How similar you were in so many ways.

“Your ego is your fall”, you teased him.

“Hey, you were the one who provoked Master Yoda’s fall on the floor by removing his chair when he was about to sit.”

You had to pause the training because you two bursted into laughters.

“And I got suspended for my reckless behavior”, you nudged him in his sides.

“Obi-Wan thinks you are such a bad influence to me. He regrets having us introduced”, said Anakin, holding you tight against him and spinning you around.

Now you were taking a break and sitting on the floor. Anakin was impressed by your braiding skills, briefly distracted by how your buns did not fall after all the intensity of your physical trains. Must be the force, he judged.

“Right. I’ve never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do”, you responded, still laughing about it. “Besides, you have to admit we make a great team.”

Anakin smirked.

“I’ve never intended for you to assume otherwise.”

His remark made you smile wide. You held his hand like you did since you were younglings. Everything seemed at easy that particular day. When silence slided in between you two, none seemed to complain: it was natural. You could feel his Force, he felt yours.

Later that day, once both of you were clean, you proceeded to carry on with your lessons. You and Anakin couldn’t stop laughing as he made a joke in the middle of the studies at the library, resulting in your expulsion. You went to the gardens, where you insisted in meditating since he was the reason why you couldn’t study.

“Please, Y/N.” He snorted at you. “You are always claiming to be the innocent one, but that is untrue. Where one isn’t making it, the other is not complying to it.”

You rose your eyebrows at him in amazement of his endless capacities in making up popular sayings.

“Ani, you never cease to bewilder me.”

“Using difficult words now, are we?” Anakin chuckled as he teased you.

The two of you exchanged innocent glances, but this time it had somewhat a different effect on you.

Uh-oh.

You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and breathed out in relief as your master came after you.

“Y/N, come inside. And you too, Skywalker. We have a mission for the two of you.”

Anakin smiled excitedly. He nudged at your sides and said:

“Finally! Now they will know what a great team we make!”

You giggled at his excitement and sharing it yourself. You did enjoy his company, after all, you grew up together and knew each other well.

The mission that the Council delivered to the two of you was about escorting Senator Amídala from Naboo to the Senate. She was being expected by the Chancellor, but since the increase of attacks on the part of Separatists, it was for the best that the Jedis were meant to protect her.

You were rather agitated, eager to prove yourself. Although that wasn’t your first mission, it was the first by Anakin’s side. Perhaps there was some part of you that wished to show off your skills to him.

How pathetic, you reprehended yourself when this thought rose in your heart, immediately being shut down.

Later that night, Anakin came to your quarters as he usually did. You received him in your night robes, your brown-ish hair loose. You noticed Anakin’s eyes going wide once the door was opened because he never saw you with your hair like this before.

“Hey, your hair looks nice”, he said as he walked inside. “You should wear them down more often.”

You sensed a fainted heat running to your face. You took a seat at your chair as Anakin sat at your bed, but he insisted to have you by his side so you joined him there.

“Thank you, Ani. You’re always gentle to me”, you told him before poking his sides. “But you forget that I am unable to fight with this hair unless I cut it off and..”

For some strange reason, Anakin protested vehemently against the mere suggestion of cutting your long hair.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/N? Maker, don’t do that.”

You giggled at his reaction.

“Well since you’ve insisted so nicely, why not?”

You smiled weakly at him. There it was, that long exchange of glances again.

That evening you talked about the mission, planning every detail—this coming more of you than him, because you knew how imprudent he could be. Eventually, though, you laid down next to each other.

He sought after your hand and you held it, a gesture you were familiar with. But as silence came and you little by little drifted to sleep, you sensed something was different this time. What, however, could have changed?

***

Anakin’s POV.

He could not sleep properly. As he looked at you drifting to sleep, unconsciously cuddling him, he cuddled you back. But Anakin’s mind was troubled. By what, he could not tell.

Until his eyes closed. And he dreamed.

It had been a while since he was tormented by nightmares, and those were usually calmed by you and your powers. Another reason why he was so emotionally attached to you.

But that night… he had an unusual dream. It was about you. At first, it all went well. You were dressed in your Jedi robes and your joyful laughters filled the room, making his heart melt. He smiled at you, happy that you were happy. Then something changed.

You went to your sole mission. He was not with you, and it made him feel like you did not need him. He felt hurt. But when you came back, his sentiments held little importance to him when he saw you hurt.

He came after you, moved by an urge to save you. When you opened your eyes, though, he saw a yellow in your irises where before there were green irises. He tried to save you, but darkness had a hold tight on you. Anakin felt as if he were losing you.

You eventually died in his arms. Died not as Jedi, but as a Sith Lord. He was the one who, in order to save you, had to end your life.

Anakin woke up abruptly and there were tears in his eyes. Because of his sudden move, you were awaken too. You were familiar with his nightmares and you didn’t need an explanation to know he was troubled by it again.

“Ani?” It was still dark and you saw he wasn’t by your side. He was actually standing by the window there was at your quarters. You left bed and moved to where he was. “Another nightmare? Come here, you know it’s not real.”

Anakin was slightly surprised by your presence at his side. It was a reminder you are alive and therefore the nightmare was not, like you said, real. Even so, when looking at you, sweet as you generally were, with those green eyes of yours, he still remembered how he hated the sensation of losing you. He did not know why, to be fair, but Anakin couldn’t understand his own sentiments.

All he did was to hug you. A sob left his lips and he realized he would not let go of you. But Anakin feared you might misunderstand him if he spoke his heart. You just stood there, consoling him before you both were back to bed.

You sang a lullaby that he once liked to hear as a youngling and soon he fell asleep in your arms, hugging you tight in the process. Peace came and there was no use for words to make it happen.

The next day, Anakin and you woke almost at the same time.

“Are you ready for it, missy?” He chuckled, wishing to dissipate the clouds of yesterday. By how you smiled at him despite the evident sleep that remained in your eyes, Anakin knew you captured his spirits this day.

He too was excited for having this mission with you. Of all the partners he went on missions with, it was you he felt a better and most appropriated connection.

“I must leave before I am caught here”, he told you. This was not new for you both: every time Anakin spent the night in his best friend’s quarters, he knew he had to leave far earlier than the rest of people in order to avoid getting caught.

“Of course you must”, you told him. “Be careful, Ani. You are being too reckless.”

He laughed, but said nothing. The door was opened and he left, ready for the day. The nightmare stayed in the past as it should be and would not bother him for some time…

***

Your POV.

You were flying with Anakin and you were having the best time of your life. He was, in fact, surprised by how fast you could pilot it. Obi-Wan ended up going with you because he had a bad feeling about you two.

“Good Maker! You fly too fast, Y/N!” He yelled above the noise the ship made because you were piloting it in a rhythm that displeased Master Kenobi.

Anakin, on the other hand, laughed at his Master’s reaction.

“Your maneuvers are better than mine”, he sounded impressed and you knew you felt so full of yourself. “How did you do that? You never told me you were such a great pilot! See, Master, looks like I have someone to rival with!”

Master Kenobi was profoundly displeased to have heard that.

“Why is there a necessity to fly this fast, for Maker’s sake?!” He made sure you heard him. “We are not exactly in a hurry, Y/N!”

Eventually you complied with Obi-Wan’s constant complaints about you flying faster than necessary, but you had Anakin’s all eyes on you. You glanced at him proudly.

“You underestimate my power, Ani”, whilst you spoke in a teasing manner, you were not telling a lie.

Anakin rolled his eyes, but the smile that was his usual mark—and your favorite trace—remained on his lips.

“You never cease to surprise me, do you?”

You smirked.

“Of course I don’t. Who do you think I am, Skyguy?”

Unwillingly, you admitted to yourself how handsome Anakin had become, how his face was brighter when he smiled. You swooned. And when he looked at you, he’d have realized that had you not been faster in shielding your mind and protecting these newly unwelcoming sentiments.

“And here we are!” Obi-Wan announced, relieved, as you landed in Naboo.

***

Anakin’s POV.

Senator Padmé Amidala was so much prettier than he’d thought. Yes, he’d seen her as a boy where he’d admired her even then. Now she’s become so much more.

The Jedi felt his heart roam with pride as he noticed how she looked at him, as if she was not expected Anakin to become the man he was now. Admittedly, general Skywalker forgot about you when the angelic Senator came to him. Anakin had previously detected something strange in you, it was true, which got him expelled of your mind. Until then he had considered talking to you about it.

But if he said he was not flattered by Padmé’s attention, he would be lying. Obi-Wan seemed to notice what was going on and he cleared his throat, breaking the flirtatious moment that resulted in this welcoming reunion.

“We need to go. The Senate waits for you, Senator.”

“Of course, Master Kenobi.” She then turned at Anakin, both of them talking about how time flew. He laughed at some joke, but as he went back to the ship and took his seat by your side, preparing to fly, he noticed your bad mood.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Anakin inquired, the smile on his lips fading away. In his blue eyes, genuine concern could be seen. In all of those years, he’d never seen you behave like this. “Are you well?”

A good people reader, Anakin saw how quickly your demeanor changed. It frustrated him again that you were casting him aside. What was happening? You used to be his confidante and he used to be yours.

“Will you please talk to me?” He insisted upon your cold silence.

“I am well”, he knew you were lying.

It then occurred him something.

“Is it because of Padmé?”

By the blush that rose in your cheeks, Anakin knew his guts were right all along. He furrowed his eyebrows, a strange feeling this discovery got into him. However, he was not entirely surprised by your instant denial.

“Just be honest with me, Y/N.” Anakin insisted.

You hesitate. You were about to land in the old planet but he hoped you could resolve this moment of awkwardness before you followed different paths.

“You ignored me when she came up”, you said almost mumbling. But Anakin heard what you tried to keep to yourself. “I didn’t like that. I would never do that to you, Ani.”

Anakin felt ashamed for that. And for thinking it was all because you cared for him in a manner lovers did. Why, however, did this perception seem to wound his heart?

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention”, he apologized. When you looked into his eyes, you could tell he meant it. “Please?”

Anakin’s heart swelled upon your embrace. He pulled you against him, smelling your scent of roses. Had he not heard Obi-Wan ahem-ing you, the two of you could get lost in this moment.

***

Your POV.

Jedi could not form attachment. The one rule you thought you’d never break, but from the moment you saw Padmé flirting openly with Anakin, you felt in your heart you broke it.

You promised him you were fine with whatever was going on with them. In truth, why should Anakin be bothered by whether you approve his secretive relationship or not? Had he been able to read into the depths of your mind—for which you were thankful for your Master insisting to you mastering the techniques of the mind—you’d might be called hypocrite. Because you broke that vow by feeding an profound sort of affection that a simple friendship no longer satisfied.

That night, as you supped with Senators next to Obi-Wan and Anakin, you came to realize how strong he was, handsome not in his face, but body. To acknowledge that provoked an intense burning in the between of your legs that requested for relieve.

“Are you well, Y/N?” Obi Wan asked you, almost if sensing something was not right within you.

You took a sip of wine and masked your sentiments when lying right in the Jedi Master’s face.

“I am, Master Kenobi. I just need some fresh air.”

You excused yourself by leaving discreetly, dismissing dessert. Although engaged in conversations with Padmé, Anakin saw you leaving and he wondered what could have distressed you. You usually enjoyed desserts after all and he was frustrated for not being able to read you.

In the meantime, you went straight to your quarters. It’s too hot and you cannot find physical comfort in some stranger’s arms, even though some soldiers there present attempted to flirt with you.

You threw your robes off your body and let your hair down. Opening the window to let some fresh air coming inside, you did not understand why you were behaving like this. You were usually so self composed!

But you needed to relieve that pressure that had been bothering you for a very, very long time. Repressing yourself seemed to be a good idea once, and you did not even have erotic dreams with your best friend anymore. However, now all you could think about was him…

…and how you wished you were Padmé.

You opened your legs, thus, and used the force to help you with what you needed. It felt good, even if you were creating illusions to please yourself. Rarely were the moments you touched yourself: in fact that might be the first time you inserted one finger, before two. You moaned his name.

But it came out as whisper. You thought about him kissing you. Would he be gentle in tending your needs or would he be possessive to you? As you dwelled in your own pleasure, you…

“Y/N! Y/N!” Anakin knocked the door, interrupting your thoughts and your, well, private moment. He was frustrated the door was locked, and you were nervous that he was this close to caught you in such an intimate moment. “I know you are there! What the hell are you doing? Let me in!”

You grabbed the dark cape and wrapped yourself into it. Anakin sensed something was going on, and he was about to force entrance into your quarters when he was surprised that you opened the door.

“Y-Yes? What’s up?”

This was not the usual greeting he was often received by you, which made Anakin arch his eyebrows.

“What’s up? You’ve never greeted me that way before”, he glanced at you, suspicious evident in his eyes. “I thought I heard you calling my name.”

Oh shit.

“Nope”, you told him, trying to behave as nonchalantly as possible. “That’s so untrue. You fancy yourself a little too much, Skyguy.”

Anakin smirked, but his eyes remained distrustful of your words.

“Why are you impending me of going inside your bedroom, Y/N?”

“Because…” you hated to lie to him, but was there really another option? “…I was preparing to have my shower and then go to bed.”

Anakin crossed his arms, giving you a glare—but again he unsuccessfully reached inside your mind.

“Right. You never miss dessert. Are you sure you are okay?”

He could tell you were blushing, but he was annoyed because he had no clue what was going on with you. He wished he could help you somehow. You knew that, but honestly could you tell him how you feel?

Absolutely not.

“I am, Ani.” You softened and gave him a small smile. “I’m just tired.”

He looked at you, hurt.

“You are pushing me away, Y/N. If it’s because of Padmé…”

You sighed and eventually let him walk inside. Anakin did so, rather confused by the change of your attitude. He took a seat in your bed. You still felt uncomfortable in joining him, especially in your current state.

“You’ve been acting strange these days”, he mused. “I thought we were friends. I can tell you are tensed, but why are you being so proud and stubborn?”

You decided to break the tension between you two.

“Maybe I’ve been your friend for too long, Skyguy”, you joked about it.

He chuckled and you smiled. You forgot about the unbearable pain in your feminine parts, despite all. You valued your friendship before your desires, so you could just let that go for now. Even so, you had to be careful—you were still naked beneath the cape, though.

“I’m sorry about before”, you said. How he’d been so concerned to you, that at least deserved something. You could not lie to him anymore, at least in a major aspect. So you told him a half truth. “I was jealous because I was scared to lose my only friend. You mean the world to me, Ani.”

Anakin was about to say something. You could tell by the looks in his eyes. He stood and came to you. What happened next was something beyond your expectations, which you never dared to dream to be real one day.

He pressed you against the wall and kissed you.

***

Anakin’s POV.

He knew something was amiss when you left the crowded room before you even had dessert. Padmé had followed his pained gaze to your moves and sighed. A battle was lost.

“You know, Anakin, in my life I’ve seen so many regretful people for ignoring the pursuits of their hearts.”

“Uh?”he said, confusing.

“You think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been looking at Y/N?” She chuckled, though disappointment was evident in her eyes. “She clearly feels the same for you.”

Anakin could not believe what he heard. But in truth, if he had to be honest with himself, he was going mad with this play pretend of his part. The dreams he had where he panicked at the idea of losing you.

The sense of possessiveness whenever some guard looked at you as you crossed the hall. The fear you might be dispatched to a mission far from him.

He realized now that a world without you was never contemplated because he got used to you in it. Your laughters, your mischievousness—a trait that Anakin always amazed in encourage in you. The Jedi should have offered you kindness, or his heart, when he detected sadness in your eyes.

He would feel the same if he were you. Anakin excused himself from Padmé, ignored Obi-Wan’s usual complaints about the food and went after you. He should have valued your love—because he now knew you always loved him, you were always there for him.

And in the hallways, he heard you calling him. A soft, gentle whisper. Something aroused in Anakin, a strange heat came within him. He wondered if you were actually doing it with somebody else. The mere idea was enough to prompt him to impulsiveness. He would not let that happen. Anakin was ready to claim you, to apologize for not giving the worth to your love that you needed and deserved.

After what seemed long time knocking at your door, you opened it. The Force that united the two of you was strong enough for him to dismiss his ability of reading minds.

Anakin knew you were naked underneath your cape, he could feel the warmth from your skin. And how much it costed him to hold his desire back. He had, of course, to be assured that:

1. You were alone, not practicing the act of fornication with some bastard.

2. You still loved him.

When these two were assured by simple, but significant gestures, Anakin surprised you by kissing you passionately and pinning you against the wall.

He was too eager to disperse any doubts that could still roam your mind. Anakin loved how you melted in his touch, how you responded to his fierce kiss! And how easily he removed your cloak. Anakin felt his arousal when, parting the kiss, he looked at you with desire. He took you right to your bed.

“What were you doing before I came if you were not committing yourself physically to another man’s arms?” He knew he was being irrational and jealous, possessive even, but the smirk displayed on your lips gave away how you actually enjoyed this side of his.

“Let me show you what I was doing”, you told him, pulling Anakin to your side and taking his hand right to the between of your legs.

He groaned low as he inserted a finger and another, mayhaps using the force to tease you. Anakin was pleased to see you reacting his touch, his eyes burning with lust at how you moved back and forth against his hand.

“How long have you been doing that?”

His voice sounded more commanding than he’d like, but the heat in the room made him… bossy.

You were too busy responding to his touches, barely able to believe Anakin was finally tending your needs. However, in order to have your attention, Anakin moved his body over yours, pressing it gently against you as he threatened to remove that finger from you.

“Well?”

“That was the first time”, you admitted, feeling subtly shy with that confession. “But I have been struggling with the desire for a longer time.”

Anakin smirked at you and leant forward to kiss your lips, all the while teasing you until, after a while, you exploded in his hands.

“Maker, this is so good!” you found yourself speaking a little too loud.

He chuckled at you, but pursued to dominate your lips again, pairing your tongues for a long dance. You then opened your legs and locked him in between them.

Sensing your need for more, Anakin parted the kiss, much to your dismay, as he wished to explore all of you. His lips eagerly move from your red-ish mouth to your jawline, reaching down your neck, where he gave some profound bites as if to leave marks as proof he claimed you.

You enjoyed that more than you’d admit out loud. All you wanted was to be claimed by the only man you ever loved and desired. You arched your back, feeling so blissfully wanted when he digged his hands into your back, holding you against him when his mouth pressed against your left breast.

Anakin looses another hand to massage your right nipple, making you moan loud. To your consternation, he stopped what he was doing to give you a look, loving, but filled with arousal and mischief.

“You don’t want to attract Obi-Wan’s attention do you, sweetheart? Watch your volume, dove.”

You blushed as you buried your head against the pillow, your body moving almost in convulsions at each tease, each bite, each move. But when he got right between your legs, you rolled your eyes and it became almost impossible to suffocate your moans.

The question was finally answered, as you, after a long time teased, came undone. He did tend your aching physical needs. But neither too gentle, nor too possessive. It was more like a mid term, which satisfied you very much.

***

Anakin’s POV.

He did not stop there, though. You were not the only one who spent countless years repressing sentiments whilst committing to the Order.

Anakin could not believe he was the one giving you the pleasure you’ve been longing. As he crawled on top of your body, he dominated you completely. He couldn’t care less about his own pleasures. It was all about you.

Though he knew you were a damsel, and he was not very experienced in it either, you wanted this to be perfect. Anakin felt your intensity as you desperately leant to him, searching for his lips.

Oh Maker. How can I refuse her desires?

Anakin mewled into you, kissing you with the same passion before his hands moved down your breasts, which made you squirm under his touch. He groaned against your lips, enjoying it. And as if you could read his thoughts, you were confidant to tell him:

“There’s only you, Ani. There’ll always be you.”

It was when he pulled down his pants and, without any warning—although your eyes interlocked did say a lot more than words—he pressed his manhood right into you.

It felt so damn good to be inside you. And to look beneath you, his eyes moving from your harden nipples—perhaps detecting some purple marks already showing under his gaze—to your face. Finally he was allowed entrance to your mind and it did arouse Anakin to see every moment spent together when you desired him, you wanted him, but more importantly, when you loved him.

He did not move after that, contemplating you as you are, that very moment where intimacy proved to be more than lusting after each other. Anakin felt desired and wanted, yes, but loved too. In such profound, tendered affection, he saw through your eyes how every victory he achieved you celebrated for him as every loss, every disagreement he had with Obi-Wan or when he was frustrated with the Council, you felt it too.

“Damn you for that”, Anakin whispered against your lips, beginning his pace. “Let me tender your needs, my darling. Let me be your angel.”

He noticed how much he enjoyed watching you moan, sensing how your skin tingled against his. Anakin smirked when he began to move his hips after a few seconds adjusting into you because you were tight.

He cared for you in the same measure you cared for him. There was no use for words, but rather voicing love through the needs of the flesh. Anakin tendered for you. He wanted to please you, even though because it’s your first time, this might hurt.

He sensed you. Anakin and you came to realize you were like one.

“Ani…” you moaned.

“Yes?” he mumbled against your lips, his eyes dwelling into yours, finding the real desire in the depths of your mind, reading your needs, how possessive you could be just as much as he was to you. Ani smiled because, Maker, it was as if your souls were one.

“Faster, p-please.”

He accomplished with your demands. It did not take much of a time for you to reach the climax together. Anakin would drop dead beside you, but you want to feel his manhood inside you, and he watched in gaze as you, however sensitive you might feel down there, still move against his not-so much more erect member, perhaps tempting it again…

“You are mine”, Anakin professed his feelings for you. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

You smiled gleefully.

“I love you too, my darling.”

And for now, everything was perfect the way it was. Anakin saw you drifting to sleep in his arms, such an angelical sight to behold. For you, he’d move galaxies to make you happy. For you, he’d rebel against the Council if necessary.

But if you think this had a happy ending, you were not paying attention, dear reader…

***

Epilogue. (Or maybe your vision of a possible future)

You felt it in the air. Destruction, panic, despair. Sentiments you once knew. Feelings that haunted him still.

The Order fell. Obi-Wan Kenobi was dead along others. What have you done? How could you let yourself go this far?

Pain struck against your belly. You were conflicted. Then you saw him. You did not recognize each other anymore.

“Y/N…”

There was pain in his voice.

“I’m sorry.”

Somehow you disturbed the Force. Both of you. You felt suffocating, but you would not resist.

Would you?

Anakin stepped forward.

“Give up.” He begged you. “Please”

Your stomach ached. Angst filled to your eyes, much to his dismay.

He tried to bring you close, but you resisted him. Anakin’s eyes went open wide. But he will save you.

Or would it be the other way around?

It was when you noticed that, to prevent you from going to the dark side, your unborn children stole the life out of you. Anakin could tell that too. He was appalled.

Somehow, seeing you going like this made him hesitate. You used to be the most pure being in the world.

No. He’d not lose you.

He ran to you. You fell into his arms.

“I’m sorry”, you bursted into his arms. “Please save them. I beg you.”

“Y/N…” he held onto you. “Don’t give up. I love you.”

But before you lost your breath, something happened and you are awake.

It was just a bad dream. Was it, though?

You weep uncontrollably, nonetheless.

***

Posface. Present days.

Haunted by your fears, you leave your quarters, going right after Anakin’s. The hallways are dark, poorly illuminated and you feel cold. It does not help you that you are dressing a loose nightgown and that you walk barefoot.

Your eyes are red and your cheeks are wet. Sometimes an unwelcoming sob comes out of your lips. It takes all your power to get yourself under control.

Anakin feels your fear and knows you are coming after him. He’d just arrived from a long mission and he wished he could see you, but he figured you were sleeping because it’s three in the morning.

Opening the door of his quarters, he sees you, paled as ghost, coming to him. Worried, he moves fast to engulf you in his arms and, lifting you carefully, he takes you to his bed.

“What’s wrong? My love, my love… talk to me.”

“I’m scared Ani.” You sob again. “I had a bad dream. Again. It doesn’t stop.”

He knows the feeling. Anakin holds you tight against him, using the force to comfort you. Once you are calmed, the two of you lay in his bed. You cling into him, preventing him to move further. He smiles at you.

“I have good news for you”, he whispers at you, making you stare at him, confused and intrigued. “Obi-Wan gave his permission for us. We’ll be able to have our own household in due time.”

That proves to be the detail that changes the course of your bad dreams. Since you defeated General Grievous, you’ve been plagued by the possibility that your union with Anakin, disapproved by the Council, would ruin your lives. However, all seems now to be part of the Sith’s manipulation that tricked you to believe that. You blush at your foolishness.

“But we’ll have to keep a secret for a while, though, before he gives the news to the council.”

You giggle against him and Anakin beams at you clinging into him in a better mood. As he leans to kiss you, though, he feels something different that he did not feel before.

“Love?” You pout as he stops kissing you. “What’s it?”

Anakin furrows his eyebrows, confused. He stands, shirtless. He may be preoccupied with something, but his sight is enough to make you forget your concerns and get yourself wet again.

You would happily seduce him if he were not that worried out of sudden.

“What’s it?” You begin to worry now.

“I feel… I feel a different presence here”, he says rather anxiously. After he is ensured that there’s absolutely no one in the room and that the hallway is empty, you finally realize what’s it about.

“I think I know.” You come at him with a bashful smile in your lips.

“Well?” He looks at you confused.

“I’m pregnant, Anakin. I’m carrying our child.”

Anakin smiles wide at the news. He lifts you up and spins you around. He is so happy, beyond measure. And you are just as happy.

“I love you.” He tells you, wiping away your fears for good. “I love you with all my heart and soul, Y/N.”

“I know”, you tell him gladly, smiling as he smiles back. “I love you too, my darling.”

But as you drift to sleep and Anakin watches over you, he feels something about his unborn child. Or rather children. By posing his hand over your stomach, he could tell a pair of twins would come. The Force is strong in both of them. But he also feels something more… he cannot see the future of his children yet, but he senses something great lies ahead for them.

Yet, it’s too soon to be preoccupied and all he cares now is to sleep by your side. Happiness is, at long last, prompted to rise in the horizon…

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our place - shawn mendes x reader

trying to get back into writing - bear with me pls.

warning(s): is it being corny a warning ? teasing.

word count: 1.3k

request: Something fluffy, playful/flirtatious, maybe even a tiny bit naughty (but it doesn’t have to be smutty, LOL). Maybe the reader is trying to distract him from something because she’s just wanting a bit of his attention. Maybe she is having a day where she’s just feeling a little clingy?

summary: clingy y/n.

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the day began with you and shawn in his bed. his sheets were cool and the sun poured in lightly from the closed beige curtains. you knew it was early but you didn’t bother checking the time - you didn’t want to move and wake him. you were comfortable in his warm arms.

the peace was short lived though because shawn began to move and hum as he woke. “morning” he says. he was more of a morning person than you were. you groaned in response. he kisses your forehead and moves to get up and stretch but you wrap your arms tightly around him and refused to let him go.

“just five more minutes.” you plead.

he laughs. “it’s already ten, love. time for coffee.” he kisses your hair and you let him go with another groan. why must he leave?

you check the time for yourself - 10:14. it was rare for you and shawn to sleep in. he was gone a lot at the studio lately so any time you could spend with him you would - even if sleeping.

you missed him even though it hasn’t been long so you make your way out of bed to make it. you throw on shawn’s t-shirt, so that you were only wearing that and a pair of panties. after brushing your teeth you make your way into the kitchen where shawn was standing drinking coffee and reading the news from his phone - a habit he stole from you.

reading the news in the mornings is something your mom did - and after you had told shawn that story, he started to do the same so you’d have something to talk about. you stand behind him and drag your hands up under his shirt so that you’re hands we’re on his bare stomach. his toned - bare stomach. you rested your face on his back so that you could feel every breath he took.

you loved him with every fiber of your being. he was everything you ever wanted and if you could scream it from the rooftops you would. sometimes you get a little insecure just because you think he’s so perfect - and deserves someone just as. he reassures you every time that you are though - and he loves you just as much, if not more.

he puts his hand over your arm and moves his thumb back and forth.

“how are you feeling?” he asks.

“i’m fine baby. how are you?”

he sighs. “gotta go the studio today. we’re finishing up track 12.”

you sigh in disappointment. you hate when he leaves you but he’s doing what he loves. you can’t stand in the way of that. “i understand.”

you take your arms away and go to walk back into his bedroom before he grabs your arm and spins you back to him. he kisses you and you kiss him back.

“i love you” he says, arms slipping around your waist and hugging you close.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his lips once more.

“love you.”

some time later you were both dressed. him in jeans and a button up, you in leggings and a sports bra - you were going to put a shirt over it later, closer to when you were about to leave. you were planning on heading to the gym.

right when shawn was headed to the door though, you snatched his keys and ran giggling. he ran after you, laughing behind. you realized you had no where to run so you put the keys in your bra - right between your boobs and covered them by crossing your arms.

he shook his head. “you really think that’s gonna stop me y/n?” he backs you up into a wall and places his hands on your hips so you wouldn’t go anywhere. he trails his hand up from the the bottom of your thigh, to the inside, just over your pussy, up your stomach and under your bra and grabs his keys…all the while his face in your neck trailing kissed down to your breasts. one he has his keys he gives each of them a kiss and then gives your lips one.

“i’ll see you later babe.”

after he left, you straightened up his place before heading over to yours to grab your gym bag. it wasn’t too much of a drive so you didn’t mind. sometimes you wondered about that next step though. the moving in part. but you weren’t even out to the public - shawn wanted to shield you from that. he knew how the media was and he didn’t want you to deal with the negativity of it. he wanted to protect you from everything.

your day was productive. you went to the gym, you cleaned your apartment, and you even managed to finish things up for work even though you were off today.

you were sleep on your couch with friends playing in the background when you heard a soft knock at your door. you woke and got up to answer it. shawn was at the door.

“hi baby.” you opened your arms to hug him and he walked into your place - you still latched onto him.

“how was the studio?“ you ask.

“it was good. almost done thankfully. how was your day?” he asks.

“good. missed you lots.”

he sat down on your couch and you straddled him.

“you could miss me less, ya’know.”

you look at him in confusion. “what do you mean?“ you ask.

he fishes in his pocket for something and pulls out a key - in your favorite color on a wrist band - also your favorite color.

“move in with me.” he says.

your eyes widen. “you’re kidding.”

“i’m not.”

you kiss him and he drops the key in surprise. you kiss him on the lips and all over his face in excitement. moving in? you can’t even imagine. it’s a pretty serious step that you can’t believe he wants to take with you. his hands move to your ass and yours to his hair…you just couldn’t be close enough. you never wanted to leave him.

after dinner, chinese - you left shawn alone to finish up some work while you went through your apartment trying to figure out what you wanted to take with you to shawn’s apartment - well now yours too - and what you wanted to give away or give up. this took like two hours but by the time you were done sorting shawn was still in deep into his computer working. you tried talking to him but he was distracted.

you tried sitting next to him but that did nothing. you tried turning off the tv - that was dumb considering he wasn’t even watching it - but nothing would tear him away from work and it was late and you wanted attention. so, like the minx you are, you go to your room, close the door, and get naked.

you laid down on your bed and opened snapchat. you positioned yourself so that your boobs, a bit of your stomach, and your lips were in a photo. once you liked it, you sent it to shawn. a minute later it was opened, and after a few seconds you heard him at the door and finally could see him open it.

“baby.” he says.

but you were giggling, hiding yourself under the covers.

“y/n,” he lays himself on top of you, “i’m warning you love.”

you peek your head out and go back under. he didn’t like that so he started tickling you and you lost control and came up from air.

“you’ve been such a tease today, what am i gonna do with you darling?”

you shrug. “i don’t know….let’s figure it out at your place.”

“our place.”

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