#shawn mendes something big

[kaitlinj16]

"Something's in the air,

It's like that feeling when,

You're just about to kill it,

Take your last shot,

You know you're going to hit it,

Something's in the air,

-shawn mendes ❤❤❤

[pammyloumendkens]

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...🤨WHÓ Got WHÍCH Lyrics🤷‍♂️🤷‍♀️

"Funny"🥴:I Did Tutorials With Her&Her Hubby,WHO=

On Shawn-Songs;😏👍GLÁD 2👀:IT'S Rubbin' Off On(2)Her👌😉

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: Potential spoilers

Title: Something Big

Editor: Kibbles518

Song: Something Big

Artist: Shawn Mendes

Anime: Diamond no Ace

Category: Freestyle

[ferrstappen]

max, don't panic l Max Verstappen blurb

a/n: he'd absolutely stop his car bc 1) what's a couple of points for this man? he's going to gain them back while sleeping; 2) this man PROTECTS you cannot tell me otherwise.

also, pls if anyone knows how to turn this blog (sideblog) into the main? my main is full of Shawn Mendes fics and on a permanent hiatus so I'll take any advice pls. anyway... I tried my best bc for some reason driver!reader is not my fav trope? but anyway, hope you enjoy <3

genre: kinda dramatic? angst? idk. request is here.

warnings: car crash.

pairing: Max Verstappen x driver!reader.

max, don´t panic – max verstappen blurb

The private but not secret applied to you and your boyfriend perfectly. Even if you didn't walk around hand I hand in the paddock, you always arrived together, bright smiles, sometimes riding the same car or blinded SUV, even arriving on the same planes.

This wouldn't be exactly controversial, but giving the fact you both were Formula 1 drivers, Max for Red Bull and you for Ferrari, yeah, it was a big thing. Especially since you and another driver in Williams were the only girls, people's eyes were always on you, obviously laced with criticism, sexism and misogyny, and of course everyone was waiting and constantly asking about which driver was the most handsome, if something had happened between you or any of the male drivers.

It wasn't pretty.

So Charles Leclerc had to miss a triple header due to an injury which costed him a surgery, you were briefly promoted to the Scuderia from Haas. The only thing you or anyone in the garage heard during the last few days was why you, why not Ferrari's own reserve driver? why not a driver with more experience? of course the lacing question was, why not a male driver?

You didn't need the press and public to keep speculating as your last Sunday driving for Ferrari arrived, even if sports sites stated the only reason you were chosen was because of your "especial friendship" with Max Verstappen, because it didn't make any sense otherwise. Of course Max rolled his eyes every time he heard something about it, forcing to bit his tongue to tell someone to fuck off, the fact you had been dating for now nine months had absolutely nothing of your job and performance.

It wouldn't help your case very much, having to calm him down on your shared hotel room. Well, it wasn't exactly shared, you just left you room vacant and made it to Max's to spend the night, sleeping in his warm embrace and messy kisses, trying to not exhaust your bodies in order to not be overly tired during race day.

Now, Sunday. Oh boy.

Before pulling your helmet, you found Max's eyes across the garage, doing a small sign with your fingers which Max matched, a secret language reserved for the both of you, expressing your love and preoccupation in front of everyone who was oblivious to the love language displayed in plain sight.

Then the race started and it was ordinary; good weather, good pace. But during lap twenty something happened.

You didn't really register when an Aston Martin car made contact with your rear wing, making you lose control and also getting hit by a Mercedes on the left side, which sent you flying through the gravel.

Fuck.

Your eyes closed as you felt the car spinning, waiting to make contact with the wall, trying to relax your body and mind, knowing injuries would be even more serious after the impact if her body was limp enough. Then it happened, you stopped rolling, the sound of gravel and tires stopped; radio wasn't working, though it wouldn't really work since you couldn't find your voice.

Max was on other sector, Gianpiero telling him to expect a red flag. At the same time, his eyes fixed on the screen and noticed the unmistakable red car flying and crashing.

Max was a man prepared for anything on the race track. Seriously, you could throw anything at him and Max would remain calm and collected, his body and mind not having to even think before making a move.

But this... this he wasn't prepared for.

"Which Ferrari was that?" Max asked through the radio, voice masking a slight panic.

"I don't have that information, yet. I'll let you know, now focus on slowing down, please, red flag red flag,"

"Is the driver okay?" Max completely ignored the other instructions given to him.

"No word, Max. Please," GP was cut off.

"Please tell me who's Ferrari is it!"

"Sainz was on the pit, it's (Y/N)'s Ferrari. Max, you can't speed up,"

Max ignored him. Of course, he knew better than to get in the way of the safety car and medical cars rushing, also noticing a green figure trying to get closer to the car, also noting a Mercedes and Aston with damages.

"Max, come to the pit, please," GP had many many experiences dealing with Max, but this was new. "Max, you are not going to help, you will only obstruct and put the car and yourself in danger,"

Max was covered in chills, watching the wrecked Ferrari, trapped against the wall, no movement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is completely unheard of. This is by far the worst accident during this season, but Red bull's Max Verstappen drove his car towards the crash, ignoring the red flag and his engineer. We don't now what's going on, how is the driver, as you can see it's a mess," That's what the audience was hearing and watching.

Ignoring everything, Max prompted himself up, leaving the car and reaching the medical car, trying to get someone to connect him to the Ferrari radio, knowing her radio was probably dead.

Time stopped, and then he saw you being carried, barely conscious but giving a thumbs up, and he felt like he could collapse and cry and laugh, all at the same time.

"I'm riding with her," Max stepped inside the ambulance, knowing pictures were being captured and broadcasted of him kissing your temple and holding your hand.

[vivitalks]

highlights from the VMAs last night, in no particular order:

taylor swift and post malone won something for fortnight (i don't remember what lol) and after taylor gave her part of the speech, she said "do you wanna say something austin?" (adorable) and then post malone took the mic and proceeded to be absolutely speechless for twenty to thirty seconds

cyndi lauper introduced sabrina carpenter by saying "you're about to hear this whole room say motherfucker"

megan thee stallion shouted out "all the hotties" and then said "and the haters i know y'all watching too"

sabrina kissed an alien for gay rights

lenny kravitz basically played a full on rock show in the middle of The Pop Music Awards. with instruments. and fire.

benson boone did two (2!) flips during his performance of Beautiful Things

i had never even heard of lisa before the VMAs and i am now in love with her

katy perry said the words "touch grass" in her acceptance speech for the video vanguard award

she also thanked the LGBTQ community for, among other things, showing her that "you can be kind and cunt"

and she shouted out warped tour. katy perry the woman that you are

chappell roan with so so so many swords

rauw alejandro's entrance involved pretending to blow up the VMAs. with explosives.

megan thee stallion, as an homage to britney, held a whole ass snake

full-on guitar solo during shawn mendes's performance. plus he sang a note so high you could hear blood vessels bursting in the audience

when shawn finished he dropped his guitar (NOT a highlight, the sound haunts me) to go hug his drummer because he hasn't performed in years

megan thee stallion had her face projected onto the mask of the big ass astronaut for the duration of the performance, just kinda looking around. this was both funny and mildly alarming

two people won awards for songs called "Houdini" (Eminem and Dua Lipa) which i personally found amusing

tyla won Best Afrobeats for her song Water and when she went to give her speech she made lil nas x (the presenter) hold the award because it was too heavy :')

[dragonfly0808]

Please please please make the winx rewrite playlist on Spotify

Mkay so… I got way too invested and wound up making a 5 1/2 hours long way-too-detailed playlist

This is the link:

Veiled Wings and Shattered Panoramas Official Playlist

And if you want to know why I chose each song, down here is the way-too-detailed-explanation of the playlist!

First off; I chose 2 songs to represent each season

Season 1- Wings by PIXY and Faerie Soiree by Melanie Martinez

Season 2- What’s up Danger by Blackway and Black Caviar and Different World by Alan Walker and Sofia Carson

Season 3- This is War by 30 seconds to mars and Nightmares Never End by JT Music and Andrea Storm Kaden

Season 4- Tiller’s Prayer by Sabrina Jordan and Ribs by Lorde

Subsection here for the main song of each arc for s4

Arc 1- Generation Why

Arc 2- The Old Therebefore (the singing to snakes version cause it’s more dramatic)

Arc 3- What Was I Made For? By Billie Eilish

Arc 4- Spinnin by Madison Beer

Season 5 will be… Nightmares Come to Life from HSMTMTS and Long Live by Taylor Swift

Next I chose 2 songs for each member of the Winx

Bloom- Rising by Julia Lester and The Albatross by Taylor Swift

Stella- Sober II (Melodrama) by Lorde and skinny dipping by Sabrina Carpenter

Flora- Envy the Leaves by Madison Beer and Mouth of the Eden by Sabrina Jordan

Musa- Whispers by Halsey and the grudge by Olivia Rodrigo

Tecna- Invisible Chains by Lauren Jauregui and idontwannabeyouanymore by Billie Eilish

Aisha- The Tradition by Halsey and Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray

Subsection for my 3 main songs I associate with the girls:

A World Alone by Lorde

WOKE UP by XG

For Good from Wicked

Continuing with the boys

Sky- Lie by Jimin and In My Blood by Shawn Mendes

Brandon- Something Big by Shawn Mendes and Thumbs by Sabrina Carpenter

Helia- Cough Syrup (the Glee version) and Speak Out (Acoustic) from HSMTMTS

Riven- Boy in the Bubble by Alec Benjamin and BLUE by Billie Eilish (cmon ‘I thought we were the same birds of a feather now i’m ashamed’ is so Driven coded it’s not even funny. And the whole final part from ‘you were born bluer than a butterfly’ is just so perfect for him.)

Timmy- The Other Side and Summer Child by Conan Gray

Nabu- Wool by Flatland Cavalry and Die Alone by FINNEAS

Subsection for my 3 main songs I associate with the boys:

Youth by Shawn Mendes and Khalid

ON by BTS

The Story by Conan Gray

Next, songs for the couples!

Skloom: lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid, Surrender by Natalie Taylor (and in the future) Maybe this Time by Joshua Basset and Sofia Wylie

Stella and Brandon: There’s no Way by Lauv and Julia Michaels and R.E.M by Ariana Grande

Flora and Helia: Canada by Lauv and Alessia Cara and Venus Sunrise by Lia Marie Johnson

Rivusa: Ain’t No Doubt About It from ZOMBIES 3 (partially as a joke but also cause that song is absolutely so them) Alley Rose by Conan Gray and ESPECIALLY Vermillion by Sabrina Jordan

Tecna and Timmy: Someone You Like by the girl and the dreamcatcher and Tell Em by Sabrina Carpenter

Aisha and Nabu: Tornado Warnings by Sabrina Carpenter and safety net by Ariana Grande and Ty Dolla $ign

Next, songs for different characters and a few couples!

Icy- 28 Reasons by SEULGI

Stormy- The Lighthouse by Halsey

Darcy- Partners in Crime by FINNEAS

Darcy and Riven- Getaway Car by Taylor Swift and Astronomy by Conan Gray

The Trix- Lightning by Little Mix

Daphne- Can’t Catch Me Now

Valtor- Burn the Witch by Shawn James and Castles Crumbling by Taylor Swift and Hayley Williams

Daphne and Valtor- Dynasty by MIIA

Now Roxy’s squad!

Roxy- Control by Halsey and How Villains are Made by Madalen Duke

Shirley- Matilda by Harry Styles

Naten- Kid in Love by Shawn Mendes

Alexa- Follow the White Rabbit by Madison Beer

Chimera- Wandering (Don’t Go) by Hues and Lia Marie Johnson

Chimera and Naten- The Alchemy by Taylor Swift

Roxy and Shirley- On My Way by Sabrina Carpenter and Alan Walker

The Sibling Squad- Grow by Conan Gray and Warriors by Imagine Dragons

Then I put a bunch of songs that just remind me of the Winx or help me get into a writing mood, I’ll just put the title here cause I’m getting tired

Rise

odd eye

run for roses

untouchable

ringo

s-class

thunderous

lion

secret story of the swan

panorama

centuries

voltage

flesh & bone

legends never die

lifts

Finally, I put a song for Selina and what will be the main song for season 6

For Selina: Fall Little Wendy Bird Fall by Lydia the Bard <- this is exactly the vibe future Selina will have for reals

And finally, the main song for s6:

Til Forever Falls Apart by Ashe and FINNEAS

Wow… I def put way too much thought into this.

Anyways, hope u enjoy!

[flurry-of-stars]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☼𝓞 𝓢𝓸𝓵 𝓮 𝓪 𝓛𝓾𝓪☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Idol! Nikolai x Idol! Reader

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

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

𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the other, “Dazzling~”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No I wasn’t–~!”

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

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

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

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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MASTERLIST

JAMIE DRYSDALE

Last Call Inspired by "Last Call" by Will Linley.

NIKITA ZADOROV

My Jersey After a little rain comes sun... And thunder. Thunder in the form of a six-foot five Russian defenseman.

That Scar Hurt By The Way In a world where everyone has a soulmate link, you happened to luck out with a pain link.

NATHAN MACKINNON

Lost In Japan Inspired by "Lost In Japan" by Shawn Mendes.

TYLER SEGUIN

Picasso The perfect family... Mum. Dad. And three dogs. With a touch of fluff and uninformed comment.

DYLAN LARKIN

You know I love you right? After bad game, what more could you ask for? Maybe just chinese, Netflix and some good old cuddling.

CONNOR MCDAVID

I’m Your Favourite, Eh? An All-Star Competition and a married couple with a kiddo. What more could you ask for?

I Brought Too Many Sorry Female issues are always a fun time of month. Even worse... running out of pads in a time of need. Luckily someone comes to the rescue, a little too well.

MATTHEW TKACHUK

Surprise Cheerleader Surprises from one party to another during a big Volleyball game.

All-Star Love The NHL All Star weekend is always fun. But bring in a romance… Then that's when it becomes interesting.

GUSTAV NYQUIST

Hey There Delilah Inspired by "Hey There Delilah" by Plain White T's.

NICO HISCHIER

Thanks For The 20 Kiddos Hosting hockey players was normal. Guys that would become brothers. Until him.

Cupid Cousin First game against his old team for your cousin and he wants you there. Luckily some of his ex-teammates are cute.

The Aussie BBQ Experience You finally got to take Nico home to Australia. He got the true experience of an Aussie BBQ.

The Aussie Easter Experience Nico gets to experience an Aussie Easter after being not making the playoffs.

The Aussie Snack Experience As a marketing idea, you get to feature in a video with Nico trying snacks from your home country.

The Aussie Chrissie Experience Since Nico is injured just before Christmas, you head back to Australia for Nico to experience an Aussie Chrissie.

Sorry But I Really Like Her You head to Newark to see your parents new place after avoiding it like the plague. Maybe this time, something with make you want to come back.

We're Not Naked You just wanted some time alone with your partner. Sadly, your brothers are clingy.

Hughes Siblings Acquired (Part 1) Somehow, the New Jersey Devils acquire a player who will fit in well on the team.

Welcome to New Jersey (Part 2) Quinn arrives to New Jersey and has his first training with his brothers and new team.

The Sugar Fix After opening your cafe and bar, a familiar hockey player comes in opening day. Seems like he remembers you too.

JACK HUGHES

Prom Queen Inspired by "Prom Queen" by Molly Kate Kestner.

LUKE HUGHES

Don't Want to Lose You (Part 1) You notice something is wrong with your body. A wrong diagnosis then something you never wanna hear.

Will You Be There When I Wake Up? (Part 2) Two weeks pass and it's time for surgery.

I'd Marry You Tomorrow (Part 3) As a precautionary measure, you follow through with the doctor suggestion to collect eggs. It wasn't as an easy process as you thought.

MACKENZIE BLACKWOOD

Home Inspired by "Home" by Phillip Phillips.

MAT BARZAL

Opening Night For once Mat is your pretty accessory for your big night. Instead of the other way round.

Drunken Mistakes (Part 1) After receiving some bad news, you just wanted to not be alone. After a couple drinks, what most likely is a bad decision, starts to sound too good to miss.

New York Luck (Part 2) After a lovely holiday, your partner breaks up with you and so you turn to your only friend in the city.

CARTER HART

Something In The Orange Inspired by the song "Something In The Orange" by Zach Bryan. Little Miss Klutz Despite you hating your pain link to your soulmate, he had a tendency to look on the brighter side.

BRAYDEN POINT

You’re Not Useless Broken bones and being bed bound can affect you more than physically. Fighting words are thrown between the pair.

STEVEN STAMKOS

WAG Meetings After it's confirmed that the boys will go to playoffs for another season, the WAGs have a meeting to discuss the most exciting part. WAG Jackets.

AUSTON MATTHEWS

My Family A pair of friends reunite with a surprise in store for one of them. Oops, it's a baby.

Bad Day = Cuddles After the worst day you have had in a long time, your boyfriend at home was ready to take care of you.

You're My Favouite A visit to your family goes wrong when Auston meets your Aunt.

MATTHEW KNIES

Halloween Surprise The team's Halloween party seemed like the perfect time to reveal to everyone who you were dating.

MITCH MARNER

God, You’re Amazing A championship game ends up being the best day for multiple people's lives.

Stop Flirting With Marner! A few Leafs spy a figure skater practicing on the ice of the All-Star Arena. After persistent bugging from his friends, one finds himself embarrassing himself to try score a date.

WILLIAM NYLANDER

Flirt With Her Tomorrow A day spent at a stable as a team bonding exercise turns out to be a great place to meet people for some.

Never Letting You Go Again Bumping into exes are always fun. But with a little meddling from a sweet cafe owner who's missed her favourite regulars, some truths are revealed.

ANTHONY BEAUVILLIER

Baking Antics A rainy day means baking and dancing in the kitchen.

Kick Ass Your first time back in a competition and your luck charm definitely helped.

QUINN HUGHES

Support My Girl The final dance concert comes around and you're lucky to have such a supportive family.

SOCIAL MEDIA FIC MASTERLIST

ALL WRITING AND GRAPHICS USED ON THIS POST IS MINE. I CREATED THE VISUALS FOR THIS ON CANVA.

UPDATED: 9/11/23

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I don’t know which I enjoy more; watching you freak out over the upcoming update, or the actual update XD

Also, song suggestion: Something Big - Shawn Mendes

DO YOU KNOW THAT IT'S LIKE THE SONG THAT I ASSOCIATE WITH THE WHOOOOLE ARC OF TURTLES STARTING FROM THE VERY INVASION???? IT LIVES FREE IN MY HEAD IT'S A FULL MOVIE WITH A LOT OF ACTION BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT

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Tell Me When You're Ready - Matty Healy x f!reader

Based on 'When You're Ready' by Shawn Mendes

A/N: HELLO, THIS IS PURE PAIN IM SORRY! It's my first angsty fic so please tell me what you think :)) I'd say happy reading but...

Warning: ANGST, unrequited feelings, crying, fainting, slight mention of death. maybe typos, i checked but who know

Word count: 3.2 K

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Mhm, mhm

Maybe I had too many drinks

But that's just what I needed

I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited

When I look across the room, and you're staring right back at me

Like somebody told a joke and we're the only ones laughin'

The corner of the room was the only place secured enough to be at the moment. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, or her mind couldn’t stop thinking about them, about him. Her head clouded by his presence like never before. Missed him didn’t even scratch the surface of what she felt during those months. Hell, during those years he had been touring the world. Without her. 

A big gulp of the drink she nursed for the last few minutes, one of the countless glasses she held during the night. The self-pity bubbling on the back of her stomach. ‘He doesn’t care about you, he’s busy…with her’, she thought. 

Loving without reciprocation. What a cliché she was. If he knew, he would probably laugh about it. 

The glass empty, presented in front of her body, took the attention of her mind. A short break from a panoramic view of the party around the couple. It was like a film when the camera focus only on the protagonists and the rest of the room disappears. ‘Cliché again’, she mumbled. The awareness of being drunk didn’t stop her wants to keep going, to keep drinking until she blacked out. Cliché? Maybe a little emo from her. 

She forced her eyes up again. Something inside her wanted to watch the pair, to feel the pang on her heart knowing the girl standing beside him deserved his love. Well, a lie. She wasn’t his lover, but he loved her. She was part of his closest circle, although he had never thought about kissing her. Her want felt like a sin. Like a betrayal to their friendship. 

In a sudden movement, his eyes fell on her standing across the room, long meters away. She swore under her breath, watching his smile growing wider when the information reached his brain. He whispered on the woman’s ear. What does one feel when he does that? A tingling? A shivering around your limbs? She would kill to know. Yes, he had kissed her cheek. She stood a bit taller thinking about it, even when her feet were threatening to fail her. She knew the feeling of his lips on her cheeks, the texture of his hands holding her face closer to then left a sweet kiss on her forehead. But No, it wasn’t enough, she wanted the rest. All of it. All of him.

When Matty was in the middle of his path towards the other side of the room, she focused on the floor. The design on the marvel spiralling. She titled her head, looking at it. Her eyes refused to focus. She got so distracted by it, to the point of forgetting him walking closer to find her. 

“Hey, there you’re!” he was happy. Not drunk happy, just happy. Her heart fluttered, hearing his pitched voice closer. 

“Hi.”  she straightened her head up and back, meeting his eyes. 

“How long have you been hiding here?” 

“Not- Not hiding.” she hiccuped, Matty laughed. The sweet sound surrounding her like a warm hug during a cold night. 

Matty grabbed her by her arms, “Wow.” she didn’t recall moving. “I’d say hours and a good amount of alcohol.” he chuckled, although she couldn’t laugh. 

She felt the urge to leave, be far from him like never before.

“Sweetheart?” he asked, concerned. 

‘Sweetheart’. She wanted to slap him. He had his ‘sweetheart’ at the other side of the room, being perfect. If the woman was drunk, no one really noticed, no one could tell. On the other hand, she was a mess. Even with her mind gone, she could acknowledge it.

“Huh.” 

“Are you alright?”

“Perfect.” Fat lie.

“You don’t look…perfect.” she knew what he was trying to say, but her mind when to dark places first. 

She detached her arms from his calloused hands. “I’m alright, Matty.” the words harsher than intended. “How are you? Congratulations.”

Matty hesitated to answer, “I’m okay.” the answer unsure, his eyes following every one of her movements.

She felt her tongue moving, trying desperately, muttering words without sounds when the room started to move abruptly. Her body leaned forward closer to Matty’s. It was as if in any giving moment, her soul wanted to follow his. 

She heard Matty called her name before everything went black. 

Don't know why I tried

'Cause ain't nobody like you

Familiar disappointment every single time I do

Every single night my arms are not around you

My mind's still wrapped around you

The front of Matty’s door slammed, making him jump on his spot on the living’s room couch, thinking it was Denise ready to kick his ass for smoking inside or just smoking. His heart calmed down when his friend’s form appeared in front of his eyes. 

“Shit, dude! For a second, I th-” but his words died in his throat. Her face pale, wet and clearly upset, threw a dagger directly to his chest. “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes everywhere except looking at his. She tried to dry the tears streaming down, but they kept coming down like a waterfall. Her name on his lips, pleading for her to let him in. 

“He doesn’t love me.” Matty’s friend didn’t have to say the name, he knew. Oh man, he hated the twat more than doing what his mother told him. She deserved so much better.

“Sweetheart.” the half smoked cig left on the ashtray, walking as fast as possible closer to her shrunken body. “Come here.” his closed accent comforting her more than she ever imagined. She let her hands grab his clothes hiding Matty’s back, hanging from there as if her life depended on that. He was there, pushed against her front. They fit, they were perfect…at least for her. 

Matty held his friend. One hand on the back of her head, scratching her soft hair; and his other, palming softly, rhythmically her back. “I’m here, I’m here.” he was, and it was everything she needed. 

Baby, tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin'

Baby, any time you're ready

I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now

If you haven't found somebody

I promise, I'll be around

Tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin'

“Do you ever think about marriage?” she blurbed out without thinking. 

Matty laughed out loud at her question. The rest of the guys left hours before, she was crushing at his for the night, so they chose to spend a few more hours drinking and sharing a joint. The boy took the burning stick from her hands, trying to figure out if she was being serious. She was.

“What do you mean?”

Her eyes fell on his face behind the cloud of smoke he exuded. “Do think you would marry…in the future?”

“Not really.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause the band is my priority.”

“Yes, I know but-”

“I’m not thinking that far ahead.”

“Right.”

“I’d make you my best man, though.” Matty tried to joke, not being able to notice or sense her heart swell with the idea.

“I think smoking weed is making you blind.” she said, dry. “I’m a girl.”

“Yeah, I noticed…” Matty let his eyes wandered around her body lying down beside his. She should’ve felt heat under his gaze, but her skin was frozen. He was glancing at her like a piece of meat. She didn’t want that, she wanted more.

“Shut up.”

His eyes snapped back to life after a moment of being lost. He caught her eyes saying, “You’re my girl, you’re my man. You’re my everything. I love the guys but this…” his hand flying around their bodies. “This is different. I’m not sure if I can live without you.” she agreed in the same and such a different way.

“I’m not going anywhere…you are, rock star.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re coming with us. With me.” Matty let his hand extend to take hers, pushing it over his clothed heart. 

What if my dad is right

When he says that you're the one

No, I can't even argue

I won't even fight him on it

Call you when it's late

And I know that you're in bed

'Cause I'm three hours back

Seems like you're always six ahead

“Sweets.” his deep voice from across the room. 

“Yes, pops?” she walked closer, kneeling in front of his rocking chair. His face pale, losing all the colours life painted on his skin during the years. She wanted to cry, she didn’t let herself. 

His wrinkled hand finding the apple of her right cheek. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothin’ is, old man.”

“Your eyes are sad.” the affirmation took her aback hard. “What’s wrong?”

“I promise nothing is.” she took his hand between her owns. “I’m fine, you’re fine. We’re fine.” she laughed at her words nervously. 

“Where is the Elvis fan?”

She tried to keep her smile on her face when she asked, “Matty?”

“That one.” 

“He’s in Asia. Y’know, shows, tour, and everything a rock star does.” she said, standing up feeling his eyes on her face trying to read her. He was the only one with x-ray eyes. 

“He’s a good kid.” 

Matty would be stoked hearing her grandfather’s words. They were each other's fans. 

“Do you think he’s the one, sweets?” 

Her eyes shoot directly to his. The blue colour in them disappeared a little day by day, doctors said he was loosing his sight. Hard to believe when it was stronger than ever staring into her soul.

“What are you talkin’ about?” 

“He’s the one, isn’t he?”

“It’s- No, it’s- It’s not like that between us, okay?” she walked from side to side, trying to avoid the topic. The older man was wiser. 

“You want that. You love him.”

She chose to ignore him, giving him a simple explanation about starting lunch. The lingering sound of his knowing laugh following her around. 

*** 

Reading when your mind is full of feelings and worries is a difficult task to complete. She closed the book on her lap with a big huff. Her grandad was taking a nap, reason why she had enough time to let her thoughts invade her head. 

Her phone looking back at her a few meters away. She looked at it, resting her head on her palm. Her body pulled up from the porch’s stairs, walking anxiously around. ‘The old man is crazy’, she reasoned. ‘The sickness reached his brain’. 

Quickly as she stood up, the woman went to grab the device, tapping away until she was calling him. ‘He’ll see I’m not…Matty’s my friend.’, the repeated thought until Matty picked up with a sleepy voice.

“Missin’ me, sweetheart?” he said, making her heart explode. Shit.

“Not much as you.”

“How did you know?” Matty loved to teased her. Not expecting a real answer, he continued talking, “How’s he?” 

“Fuckin’ mental.” she pressed her foot hard into the grass like an angry kid. 

Don't know why I tried

'Cause ain't nobody like you

Familiar disappointment every single time I do

Every single night my arms are not around you

My mind's still wrapped around you

His concrete bunker hugging her. The house was quiet since she was the only one taking care of the place while he was away. She missed him, living inside his house for a few days wasn’t enough. 

Matty: Just landed. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart x 

She groaned at the screen. 

Baby, tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin'

Baby, any time you're ready

I'm waitin'

Even ten years from now

If you haven't found somebody

I promise, I'll be around

Tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin', yeah

“I asked her.”

He said just after she plopped down beside him on his fancy couch. 

“Ask who what?” she took a few chips from the pot. 

“I asked her…” he stressed the word more than she expected. “To marry me.”

Her heart skipped a few beets, her eyes wide. The chips got stucked on her throat, so she started coughing. Her body and soul drowning. 

Once she calmed down, after drinking half of her pint of beer, she exclaimed, “You did what?”

Matty laughed at her, thinking she was only surprised. He was surprised even. 

“I asked her to marry me. I'm finally going to make you my best man.” 

His words crushing her heart like it was nothing. 

“I- I- I don’t know what to say.” she looked at his eyes. He was happy and she wanted to die.

“Congratulations maybe?”

“Did she say yes?”

Matty scoffed, “Of course she said yes! It’s me!”

“Of course she said yes…” she repeated like a crazy woman. 

“Oh, c’mon! Be happy for me!” he urged her.

“I…” what could she do in a moment like that? Just lie. “I’m happy, Matty!” 

“Hug me!” 

“Is she really sure to marry a needy boy like you?” the only way out was a joke. 

“You think you’re so witty and funny.” Matty’s voice dripping sarcasm. “Close your mouth and hug me.”

And she did.

“I can’t believe it.” she whispered into his shoulder. The mix of cigarettes and his cologne taking over her senses. 

“Hey,” he moved back. “This…” Matty flew his hand between them. “This is not going away because I’m marrying her, okay?”

‘I’m sure everything is going to change’, she thought.

“I know, Matty.”

He brought her back into his chest, where she just wanted to stay forever. 

And if I have to, I'll wait forever (yeah)

Say the word and I'll change my plans

Yeah, you know that we fit together

I know your heart like the back of my hand

“Here you are.” she exclaimed after turning around the last corner of the fancy hotel. 

Matty didn’t move a muscle, smoking his cigarette, being unaware of his family and friends looking for the groom. 

“Here I am.” he hit a small stone with his shoe. 

She let all the anger left her body when she noticed his struggle. 

“Everything alright?” her voice cut the short silence that fell between them. 

“Yes. No. I don’t even know, sweetheart.” 

Her body moving closer, she couldn’t help it. “Matt-” 

“What if this is a mistake?”

“Matty.”

“What if marrying her tomorrow…it’s the biggest mistake of my life, and y’know I’ve made a lot of mistakes. I can’t-” she watched him brush his hair back anxiously.

“Matthew.”

“Is this a mistake?” he looked at her. 

She had the answer ready at the tip of her tongue, she wanted to beg for him not to say ‘I do’. Selfishness wasn’t part of her list of characteristics. 

“Matty.” his hands were cold, the night air brought goosebumps to her skin. “Look at me.” she stood in front of him. “This is not a mistake. You love her, and she- she loves you.” the singer smile for the first time. “Even if this is a mistake, only time will tell. Do you want to marry her?” she dared to ask.

“Yes.” he muttered.

“Then that’s all that matters, Matty.”

“What would I do without you?” the lights outside reflecting on his beautiful eyes. They showed so much care for her. It warmed and crushed her beating heart.

“Survive. Now you’ll have a wife for all this.”

“No. This-” Matty went to move his hand, but she stopped him.

“Stop with that.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you’re…it’s not real, Matty.” her eyes look softly into his. 

He wanted to ask her, to protest even, although someone ran closer to them.

“Fuck me!” George swore behind them. “He’s here!” he shouted back to someone. 

So baby, tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin'

Baby, any time you're ready

I'm waitin', yeah

“Matthew, do you take…” the old man between the couple started to say. “To be your lawfully wedded wife? Do promise to love and cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, for so long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” he said, the whole church erupted into applauses as if they were one of the band’s crowd at a show. 

She didn’t feel like it was real. It was done. He was officially married to someone else, and she was going to witness his love from the side. Realization hit her.

Even ten years from now

If you haven't found somebody

I promise, I'll be around

Tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin', yeah

Baby, tell me when you're ready

I'm waitin', yeah

Baby, any time you're ready

I'm waitin', oh

Even ten years from now

If you haven't found somebody

I promise, I'll be around

Tell me when you're ready

She opened her eyes, staring at the white ceiling above her. The light was too bright, and her mouth felt like she swallowed a big chunk of ashes. 

Someone said her name, the sound silenced by her disoriented mind. Her head turned slowly, looking at Matty sitting on the floor. 

Her name on his lips once more. His lips moving, although the sound didn’t reach her ears. He pushed her hair to the side, furrowing his eyes…worried. 

“I’m fine.” she said. “What happened?” she tried to blink away the sickness taking over her body.

“You fainted, sweetheart.” 

Her eyes closed tight, cringing visibly, “Fuck.” 

“You almost gave me a heart attack, too.”

“Drama queen.”

“You fainted at my wedding, sweets.”

The nickname functioning as a calling for her eyes to return to Matty’s. He called her so many times ‘sweetheart’ she was used to it. On the other hand, no one except pops called her ‘sweets’. Her hearth swelling painfully, she lost every important man of her life. 

“Hey, hey…” Matty noticed the change on her factions. “It’s fine. We only care about you, nothing else.”

‘We, as him and her’, she reminded herself.

“I’m fine.” she tried to push her body up but the room was moving quicker, she had to lay down once more. Her eyes shielded from the outside world by her arm.

“No so fast.” Matty helped her. 

She supposed they were somewhere around the hotel. The party, his party. The weeding, Matty’s wedding at the other side of the closed door. 

“You should go, Matty.” he started protesting, even though she shushed him. “I’ll be fine. I promise I won’t move from here. I’ll call you if I need you, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” she was far from that. She wanted to keep him inside the room with her. “I’ll live. This is just another drunk story. Don’t worry.” the lies dropping faster than she could stop her mouth.

“I’ll come to check on you.”

“Fine.” she agreed, not really believing his words.

“See you in a bit, sweetheart.”

“Mhm.”

A tear rolled from her eyes after the door closed. She focused on it travelling down the side of her head, trying not to think or feel any more.

I'm waitin', I'm waitin' 

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Memories In a Box | Gabe Perreault

summary: four times Gabe realised that he was in love with you and the one time he did something about it.

song: nervous - Shawn Mendes

request: yes/no

warnings: none.

word count: 1.94k

authors note: I’ve never written one of these 4/5 + 1 things before so I figured what better time to try it than with the first drattee that I’ve ever written for! If you want to be apart of or see more of the celly playlist, you can find it here!

Being Wills twin sister was like a double edged sword.

Don’t be wrong, you loved your brother. The two of you had been best friends from the day you came out of the womb you were practically attached by the hip, wearing the same gender neutral clothes for the first year and a half of your life because the laugh you would let out when someone mixed the two of you up was music to your parents ears. You had been by Wills side every step of the way, every goal, every loss, and every injury was just as much of a burden on your shoulders as it was on his. What came with this though was his friends, most of them you thought were incredibly annoying as most boys in their teens were.

1

But Gabe didn’t seem to apply to that rule. You first met him when your parents decided to take Will and his favourite teammates out for pizza.

The younger boy had drawn the short straw of sitting next to the talkative girl with braces and her hair in messy braids as she had been running around, otherwise known as you. It seemed like he couldn’t even get a word in, not that he minded though. It was much more interesting listening to you talk about the assist that he had made “sparky shush,” Will laughed as he ruffled his hand over your head. The older of the Smith twins had gotten that nickname as a child, you seemed to enjoy sticking your fingers into electrical sockets back then.

Your face turned pink as you realised that you had been rambling “I don’t mind,” Gabe shook his head as he threw his arm around you. He had seen how the other boys acted around you and how you acted around them so by you not reacting negatively to the gesture. Gabe didn’t know if he wanted to smirk or if he needed to wipe the sweat from his hands first. That was the moment you knew he was going to be different from Wills other friends.

2

Your families lake house was always the highlight of your summers. It was your very own oasis, the place where peace met happiness. Your list of descriptions went on. It was your heaven on earth. Which was why you were awake early most mornings, usually just staring out at the water “you got room for one more?” Gabe called out as he leaned against the frame of the backdoor.

You spun your head around to see him “I think I can find the space,” you joked as you patted the other side of the bench.

Gabe had slept in a random pair of shorts and he hadn’t bothered to grab a shirt before he strolled down stairs, not that you minded though -him shirtless with his unmade curly hair made you feel like you had won the seventeen year old girl lottery. He joined you on the bench swing with a smile “you always out here?” The boy asked as he furrowed his eyebrows, he knew that you were always awake before everyone else but this was him getting a chance to experience it with you for the first time. Will used to joke about that bench being your our private land before 10:00am because you didn’t allow anyone -well just Will- on it with you.

Your smile was evident as you looked back out at the dock where your parents boat sat “with a view like this it’s hard not to.” What you didn’t notice was that his eyes never left you from the moment he sat down “beautiful isn’t it?” You asked as you locked eyes with him, both of your cheeks warmed at the moment.

All the hockey player could do was nod “yeah it is,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he wasn’t talking about your view then, he was talking about his view.

3

For your birthday your parents always went big for their twins. It was one party but you and Will almost found a way to make compromises that let you each end up happy. For your eighteenth birthday all you wanted was to have your friends over and that’s exactly what you were getting ready for “come in!” You called out as there was a knock at the door. Your curling iron was lowered as you watched the door in the reflection of your mirror.

Gabe almost stopped in his tracks “wow,” he mumbled as his eyes went wide. You had told him that you had bought a new dress for the evening but you never showed it to him, until now “you like it?” You asked as you got up to let him see it in full.

He nodded “I love it,” part of him wanted you to wrap yourself in a blanket so that nobody else could see your beauty in that way that he saw it now “you’re beautiful,” he confessed causing you to place your hand on your chest.

You’d been told plenty of times before that you looked beautiful in a piece of clothing but this was the first time that you had been called outright beautiful “you’re gonna make me ruin my makeup,” you warned as you had to stop yourself from getting emotional.

It caused the boy to laugh “well happy birthday spark,” everyone thought that his nickname for you was simply an adaptation of the one your brother had given you. But it wasn’t, Gabe called you spark because you were the spark in his life that could help him kickstart it whenever he needed it. He was the moth to your flame.

He walked over to you to hand you your present “you didn’t need to give me anything,” you reminded him as you placed what seemed like a jewellery box on your bed before you pulled him into a hug.

Gabe had ignored your request every single year from the year you met him “let me have one day to spoil you in peace.” The seriousness in his tone made you laugh as he placed a kiss to your head.

Will could be heard from outside your room “anyone know where Gabe is?” He asked causing you two to look at each other.

The hockey player brought his finger to your lips “I guess this is my cue,” he joked as he sent you a soft salute before he made his way out of your room without getting caught.

4

Gabe mindlessly walked through the center as he wanted to find a place to gather his thoughts “Gabe!” You cheered as you saw the boy walking in your direction.

You had Wills Sharks cap on your head as your brother had put it there during one of his interviews “hey spark,” Gabe smiled as nearly knocked him off of his feet when you hugged him.

His arms went around your waist like they were meant to be there and this was one of the first times that he truly felt at ease “blue looks good on you,” you commented as you looked at the rangers jersey that he was in.

The boys cheeks went flushed at the compliment “it’s more your colour than mine” He pointed out causing you to giggle.

It was that playful noise as your tongue ran along the inside of your cheek “I’ve always thought that dark blue looked better on me.” You explained as you reached up to take the cap off of his head to replace the one that was on your own head. The sharks cap was going to have to stay in your hand for now “you think?” You added as you ran your fingers through the ends of your hair.

Gabe swore he was going to die in that very moment “you look good in everything,” he confessed letting the compliment roll off of his tongue like it was honey.

Your freshly painted fingernails picked at the pendant of your necklace attracting the boys attention to your chest area. It was the necklace he had gotten you for your birthday “even my sweats and pjs?” The Ranger draftee had been around your family for so many years now that he had seen you multiple times when the boys would all come back to Wills place after early morning practices.

It caused him to nod repeatedly “especially those,” he would never admit it to Will -mainly because he valued the status of his life since Will would kill any body that even looked at you the wrong way- but he was now dangerously close to admitting it all to you.

Something caught your attention as it caused you to take a step back from the taller boy “there you are sparky.” Will had to admit that he was surprised to see the Rangers had that travelled from Gabe’s head to yours.

You sent your brother a smile “just been talking to Gabe about life in New York.” Your lie made sense as you had been accepted into NYU so if Gabe were to sign immediately you two would be seeing a lot more of each other.

Without the watchful eye of your brother “she can be so thoughtful sometimes can’t she?” Will asked as he was totally unaware of what was going on between you and Gabe.

Of course nothing was happening between you two but as the saying goes a picture can speak a thousand words.

+1

Gabe had been in New York for a development camp series and the night before he was meant to head back to Boston he still hadn’t seen you. It wasn’t a lack of effort from either one of you, it was simply that you couldn’t find a time where both of your schedules had the moment available. So like any boy with a crush, he just showed up at your dorm “Gabe?” You asked as your eyes went wide. The person you thought was going to be at your door was your food delivery driver, not your brothers best friend “can I come in?” His voice was soft as his eyes looked tired.

He dropped his bag inside your dorm as he pulled you into a hug. Without seeing you for months he grew to miss your scent, your smile, your laugh, but most of all, you. It was like the second you two got into there his walls came crashing down “what’s going on with you?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked up at him.

Something was clearly weighing on him “I want to do something but it might be stupid.” Gabe confessed as his eyes flickered between your face and your lips.

You honestly thought you were dreaming at that point. This was the moment you had spent years waiting for, ever since you saw him in that pizza restaurant where he put his arm around you “quit taking your damn time then.” You murmured finally giving him the green light. Butterflies flew through your body as you watched him lick his lips before he nodded. Given the height difference between you two you were quick to push yourself onto your tippy toes as you kissed him. You had grown impatient and decided that you had enough of waiting for him.

The kiss was delicate, like it was a well baked cake that your mom had spent hours making.

The kiss was perfect,

Everything was perfect.

[runningfrom2am]

hiii bestieee! I wasn't planning to send you a request this quick but I HAD to get this idea across!

A drew fic based on 'lost in japan' by shawn mendes! (Yes, a song fic request 🤭)

PLOTLINE IDEA: so the reader is far away from drew, and one night, impulsively, drew gets on a flight and comes to the reader because he was missing the reader a little too much than usual

LYRICS TO INSPIRE YOU:

All i'd take is one flight, we'd be in the same time zone

Do you got plans tonight, I'm a couple hundred miles from Japan and I, I was thinking I could fly to your hotel tonight, cause I can't get you off my mind

Do I gotta convince you, that you shouldn't fall asleep, it will only been a couple hours, I'm about to leave

BECAUSE COME ON THIS IS SOMETHING DREW WOULD DEFINITELY DO

anyways please please take as much time as you need! I already know the fic will be SO GOOD!! love youuu <3

AHHH FINALLY HERE IT IS!! im so obsessed you have no idea, thank you SO much for requesting this one i love it!! i hope it’s everything you imagined!!

lost in japan (d.s)

you're getting ready for bed in your small apartment, which for you, meant going back and forth between cleaning, working on lesson plans, and watching TV for hours on a friday night since you didn't have to be up early the next morning. typically, you'd be up quite late after a long week of teaching english to japanese students every day.

you love your job, truly, teaching and travel were your passion, and this opportunity has been amazing- but that didn't necessarily mean you couldn't get a little burnt out. you're homesick, more than anything. you miss your family and friends back home in north carolina, not to mention the beaches, and the sort of small town vibe that was nowhere to be found in tokyo.

you're just finishing up doing some dishes when your phone rings, and you're quick to dry off your hands and pick it up, furrowing your brow in confusion at the contact that's popped up. drew was busy, he was always busy, but you had been missing him, too. "hey, drew." you answer with a smile, quickly turning down the volume on the tv.

"hey! y/n, how's it going?" he asks, unbeknownst to you, chewing on his nails as he sits in an airport in another country.

"i'm well..." you answer, tilting your head a little bit. you're happy to hear his voice, of course, but still surprised. "what about you? how's filming?"

"it's good! i've got a bit of a break for the next couple weeks." drew answers, bouncing his leg and looking around the crowded room.

"that's good! you deserve a break." you smile, sitting down on your bed now. "what did i do to warrant the pleasure of a call?"

you talk to drew often, of course, being good friends since you met in university. you both had overlapping english classes and instantly clicked, and were luckily able to maintain contact even after he "made it big". he insists he would never forget about you, despite you joking about it regularly.

"well i was thinking, since i've got this break, maybe i could come visit you for a week or so." drew answers nervously. "i did want to surprise you, but i realize i don't know where exactly you live and tokyo is a big city so you might be hard to find." he rambles on a bit, waiting anxiously on your response.

"oh! uhm.." you reply, completely caught off-guard by his suggestion. you'd love to have him, but as you look around your small studio apartment, you're not sure there's room for company. not to mention, it would be a little embarrassing. you try to stay on top of cleaning, but it's hard to organize with little space.

"it's okay if you don't want me to come! god, i- i'm sorry, y/n, i shouldn't have thrown this on you so suddenly-" drew quickly backtracks, shaking his head at his own stupidity. of course he should have given you a bigger heads up.

"no! of course i want you to come!" you're quick to ease his mind as you sit up in excitement. "my apartment is just a little... tight, that's all. i was just thinking of where you would sleep. but of course, you're always welcome. when were you thinking of coming? i just need to organize a bit."

"well..." drew chuckles a little nervously. "do you have any plans tonight? i'm kind of already at the airport. i just couldn't get you off my mind today, decided to just go for it and hope you're okay with a guest."

you freeze up a little, in a bit of shock as you blush. he was thinking about you?  "oh! uh, yeah! i can meet you at the airport. what time do you leave? what time do you land?" you ask, standing up and looking towards your closet. you're getting ahead of yourself- it will obviously be a long flight, but now you're nervous. you've always had a bit of a crush on him, which was kind of an understatement.

"you don't have to do that." drew instantly protests. "i think i'll land around two-thirty tokyo time. i'll just take a cab, if you can send me your address and be up to let me in?"

"nonsense, drew, of course i'll come meet you." you giggle, already shuffling through your clothes as you look at your alarm clock. it's only eight, so you can try and get some sleep before you have to go. "i've got no classes until monday, i'll have a quick nap and meet you at the airport at two-thirty."

"sweet! that'd be awesome." drew replies, smiling to himself. he's so excited to see you, more and more recently he's been thinking about you. truly missing you, and he figured he'd take a leap of faith and come visit- especially since he knows you've been lonely. maybe, he thinks, he'll even be able to tell you how he feels. how he's always felt, and he'll be leaving japan finally able to call you his girlfriend. "so, uh, i guess i'll see you tonight, then?"

"see you tonight." you agree, absolutely giddy with excitement. "have a safe flight!" you quickly add in, almost forgetting your manners with the flood of adrenaline in your system.

"thanks, y/n/n. see you in a bit!" drew smiles, hanging up. perfect timing, too, they're about to start boarding.

you stand at the almost empty arrivals area of the tokyo international airport, anxiously watching the escalator and waiting to see drew after months apart. you had put on some of your nicest casual clothes, not wanting to look overdressed, but not like a mess either. after all, you had six hours to plan the outfit, considering you couldn't sleep for even a minute.

you look down at your phone again, checking the time for what must be the hundredth time since you left the apartment. two fifty-three. his flight landed on time, according to the screen on the wall, so he should be walking out any minute. you get a pit in your stomach, you're so nervous.

drew has the same feeling as he tries to blindly follow the other people who got off his flight, unable to read any of the signs directing passengers to arrivals and baggage claim. it's a long walk in a big airport, but it feels a million times longer since he's anxious to get to you. he comes to the escalator, seeing a few people waiting at the bottom, his eyes scanning for you, who he quickly finds. he feels his heart rate increase and he smiles, adjusting his bag in his grip, already feeling his hands getting sweaty. that's when you notice him too.

you smile wide, giving him an excited wave. you're practically shaking with excitement, or nerves, but you're just happy to not be so alone anymore. he gets to the bottom and gets off, quickly making his way over to you, you cringe a little when he drops his bags and opens his arms for a hug, you really wanted to hug him, of course, but culturally you know you'll get stares and disapproving looks. "hey!" you grin, immediately reaching out and blocking his arms. he furrows his brows in confusion, his eyes flashing with disappointment.

"sorry." you chuckle, awkwardly moving his arms back to his sides. "it's kind of rude to hug in public." you explain, looking around and hoping no one is offended. luckily only a couple people noticed, and they avert their eyes when they see you correcting him.

"oh, uh, i didn't know that. sorry.." drew blushes, avoiding your eyes for a moment.

"you're fine." you insist, trying to cheer him up. "i missed you, i'm glad you're here."

"i missed you too." drew replies, smile returning to his cheeks now. he doubts it will leave the whole time he's here.

"uh, do you have bags?" you ask him, gesturing toward the baggage carousel.

"nope, carry on only." he says proudly, lifting his bag off the ground and throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"oh, perfect! then we get first dibs on a cab. follow me." you smile, turning and walking towards the exit. god, you hate making small talk, but the silence in the quiet airport is killing you.

"so, how's work?" drew asks, trying to hide the nervousness in his tone. he hasn't seen you in person in close to a year, and even then you were both so busy you had to squeeze in coffee on a lunch break when he happened to be filming close to home.

"it's good! i really love it." you nod, glancing back at him as you guys step outside. "the kids are all so sweet. it's a great opportunity."

"that's awesome. it sounds like fun." drew nods, looking around to try and get a bearing on his surroundings. it's humid out, but not hot.

"it is, yeah." you say. "one sec, i think this one is free-" he watches as you wrap your sweater tighter around yourself, walking up to a cab and waving to the driver as he unlocks the doors. you turn and wave for him to join you, and he walks up and opens the door for you, letting you in first.

you say something to the driver in japanese, drew assumes you're telling him your address, and quickly after that you guys are moving.

you don't talk much on the drive, again, it's polite to stay quiet, so when you do you only whisper. it's about a half hour drive to your apartment, and you get out, looking up at the familiar building quickly before thanking the driver and paying him.

"i can pay you back, how much was it?" drew says as you fumble with your keys.

"seven-thousand yen." you answer, giggling and looking up at him as you push the door open, knowing that means absolutely nothing to him.

"uh, in usd?" drew chuckles, following you in.

"don't worry about it." you giggle and lead him up the stairs to the third floor where your room is.

"it's really small-" you pause before you open the door. "and a bit of a mess so i'm sorry, we can find you a hotel tomorrow it was just a bit short notice."

"i don't care." drew shakes his head, smiling down at you. "we just get to spend more quality time together, hey? it's fine."

"okay bigshot, suit yourself." you chuckle, shaking your head as you open the door. you both shuffle in and you try to get out of his way so he can put his stuff down, and the second he drops it on the floor his arms are around you.

you freeze for a moment before hugging him back, leaning your head on his chest. "i've been thinking about this for months.." he mutters, taking in the scent of your hair, your skin, just you.

"me too." you whisper back, gently rubbing his back.

"no, like- you don't understand." he says, pulling away only a little to look down at you. "i- shit." he chuckles, shaking his head slightly in embarrassment. "i've really missed you. i think about you all the time, the best part of my week is when i get the chance to call you."

“me too.” you repeat yourself, blushing a little as you don’t know what else to say.

“well, come on, no, you’re living your dream out here.” drew laughs, gesturing around you only to return his hand to your back.

“so are you.” you raise your eyebrow at him and he shrugs.

“yeah, well, not really. my dream isn’t complete without you.” he bites the bullet, hoping you’ll understand what he’s saying. he chews a little on his bottom lip as he locks eyes with you, scanning them to get some kind of grasp on what you were thinking, or feeling.

your cheeks burn furiously as you briefly look down, unsure really what to say. “well… me too.” you giggle, laughing at having to say the same thing again.

a small smile flickers on drew’s lips and he reaches his hand up, hesitating to place it on your cheek and gently lifting your jaw to meet his eyes again. he hears his heart beating in his chest, and so do you, as he very slowly at first leans in. his lips meet yours so gently it’s like he’s scared he’ll break you, making you smile against his lips as you kiss him back. almost so much that it makes the task at hand impossible.

“i’ve been wanting you to do that for years.” you admit, staring into his blue eyes as you pull away only about an inch.

his forehead stays pressed against yours as he smiles, his breath tickling your lips as he speaks. “that sucks, because i’ve wanted to do that for years. you should’ve said something, y/n/n.”

it’s safe to assume now that you won’t be needing the bed you made for yourself on the floor.

taglist: @bookishbabyyy @madelynie, @mutual-mendes, @slut4drudy, @winterrrnight, @totalswag, @sadfury @fullfledgedemo @rafemotherfuckingcameron

[universalitgirlsblog2]

Hey!

Not tryna be personal but can tell what things u have manifested if you want💗

Ur blogs are so motivating😭🩷

Thank you so much !!

1 ) Self-love and Self-concept

I think before manifesting anything , work on your self- concept . It makes things more easy. There is nothing wrong with feeling good about yourself. Love yourself. Shawn Mendes also mentioned about how he wished he scripted about how he was comfortable in his own body and loved himself rather than scripting about selling out stadiums. I think I mentioned the clip in this post too . See , I am not saying that you should not manifest your desires , in fact if you want something materialistic, go ahead !! Go manifest that dream house , car or BTS or Taylor Swift level fame, you have the right to dream big and manifest your wildest desires , you were born to live your dream life !! But please make sure , at the end of the day , you love who you are and feel good about yourself ! Self- concept makes things so EASY !! Self-love and self-concept will save you !!! Listen to Affirmations , speak affirmations and listen to songs which make you feel good. 💖

2) Appearance change

I lost weight and grew tall 🤩🤩 I had this limiting belief that growing tall was hard for me so I always affirmed about how it was easy to grow tall. I saw comments of people who commented that they were short but grew taller by listening to subliminals , I was motivated by those comments . If they can do it , so can I . I listened to subliminals for once or twice and affirmed . Believe in yourself a little more !

3) Good grades

I talked about it another post too. I studied and affirmed ! I made myself believe that I was smart and getting good grades was natural and easy for me. Manifesting is so simple, please do not complicate it . Affirm and persist .

4) This post

In this post , I mentioned how I extended my summer vacation.

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in November 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #56 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🍂 Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie

(E, 41k, historical circus au) Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes. Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

🍂 Big, Bright World by RealName

(M, 35k, office au) Every day, Louis' feelings became more intense, more immediate, each little smile and gesture and silly flirtation mounting up into something palpable, with a life of its own. The only problem? Harry was engaged to someone else and had been from the moment Louis started working at Visionary.

🍂 two feet standing on a principle by Anonymous

(E, 10k, exes) Harry is a famous fashion model and Louis works at the mall, nobody knows they broke up two weeks ago.

🍂 you make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong by orphan_account

(T, 6k, mpreg Harry) Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can't think of a better way to spend it than on him.

🍂 make my wish come true by deblond / @braveryandtea

(T, 4k, Christmas) Louis works as Santa’s elf at the mall. He meets Harry.

- Rare Pairs -

🍂 take me back, take me back by eynap / @panye

(E, 32k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Niall invites his new friend Shawn to Zayn and Liam's three-day wedding in Napa Valley, California. He gets way more than he expected.

🍂 must be love by @nouies

(NR, 6k, Louis/Andrew Garfield) AU where Louis doesn’t know how to approach his neighbour, and Andrew keeps receiving homegrown vegetables at his door.

🍂 lonely in [paris] by f_ckromeoandjuliet / @louiesonlyangel

(T, 5k, Louis/Awsten Knight) Alternate version of Louis's tour where he's in a secret relationship with Awsten Knight from Waterparks. Based on Awsten tweeting at Louis.

🍂 Feeling Feline by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 4k, Louis/Niall) “Not medically wrong,” the blond one says. “But I swear, and I know this sounds nuts, but I don’t think he’s a cat?”

🍂 it's the summer of our love by localopa / @voulezloux

(G, 3k, Louis/Ryan Ross) ryan is in love with his best friend and gym bro, louis. the problem? ryan is straight.

🍂 Got My Chaos Automatic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 3k, Zayn/Louis/Liam) the one where Louis comes home from tour feeling exhausted, yet antsy. Luckily, Liam and Zayn are there to put him back together

🍂 Crush by @allwaswell16

(T, 1k, Louis/Niall) When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

- Trick Or Treat Fest -

1D Trick Or Treat Fest / @1dtrickortreatfest (each 666 words)

she bit someone by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

Sounds horrifying..... tell me more by @lunaticcat009

In The Dark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

Ghosted by @haztobegood

Summon A Demon by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

Slow Dance with the Tension by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

I See You by @neondiamond

Lipstick stain fades with time by @lunarheslwt

Watch How Good I'll Fake It by mmaree / @zqua1d

Irresistible by mmaree / @zqua1d

find a way (to send me a sign) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

when love gets involved by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Harryween (series) by @babyhoneyheslt

Fruit Bat by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Odds Are That We Will Probably Be... by @lululawrence

A Witch's Longest Day of the Year by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

pasta-tively sweet by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

perfect pumpkins by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

Fa-boo-lous Halloween by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

Still by downcamethelightning / @downcamethelightnings

[smolwritingchick]

Smol Brainstorm: Met Gala 2024

Ok! Another brainstorm! Jennie at Met Gala 2024! Some scenes I thought of for it. For the story, whenever BlackPink's Jennie is in scenes, I will put my OC, BTS' Jennie, as Jen for dialogue while keeping BlackPink's Jennie as Jennie. I truly hope it won't be so confusing. Back in 2016 when I planned the story and made the chapters, it was before BlackPink debuted and when I saw Jennie, I was like oops, should I change my character's name? But then I decided to keep it. I felt like I could work around it. J&J hehe. 

For now, I'll keep the majority of Jen's met gala look for 2024 a bit vague since I'm still brainstorming and tend to change my mind a lot so whenever I officially get to this chapter in the story, I'll add more detail. I kind of want her to wear wings though. I'll see how I feel when I officially get to that moment in the story. 

I'm not too sure the reason why Shawn Mendes didn't attend this year's Met Gala so we just gonna say he chose not to attend and was working on music in the studio in NYC instead or something. But I do plan for the two of them to hang out and see each other. I remember seeing tweets the day after the Met Gala that he was seen by fans and took photos. I think it was at Central Park?? I think. So I'll write scenes about that too for the future chapter. 

Furthermore, Jennie will be vocal and call out the rude reporters who were rude to Stray Kids at the Met Gala. That wasn't cool at all. She'll tweet and speak about it, defending them.

Like always, these scenes will probably be a bit longer and more detailed during the final product. :)

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Still in her casual clothes, Jennie was filmed for a Bangtan Bomb gathering the packaged baked goods she recently made. She was currently staying at The Mark, and The Met Gala was going to start in just a few hours. Excitement was building up inside her because this was the first time she'd be attending alone, since her usual companion, Shawn Mendes, chose not to attend.

"I'm still shooked I made it to Anna Wintour's VIP list. This is insane. I'm so blessed and honored. Like wow. I couldn't attend last year but I'm happy to be back for 2024. ARMY are here to see me, today, too. I've been scrolling on Twitter and watching tweets of them waiting outside. They had probably been waiting since this morning so I asked the staff to provide water and food for them. They should be receiving it now. I know it's exhausting having to wait hours just to see a glimpse of your favs. I want to try to at least say hi before getting in the van. Also! Stray Kids and BlackPink's Jennie are attending The Met Gala this year! So, I get to see them! I baked cupcakes for them, so let's go visit them and then get ready for the Met Gala,"

She chose to go see Stray Kids first. As she made her way to their room, she happily talked about the group and loved how more K-Pop groups were attending events in America. It was a beautiful thing. From PSY, Wonder Girls, Bangtan, NCT, and other acts, it was great to see more exposure for Korean Pop in America. 

After knocking on the door, she was immediately greeted by Bang Chan who grinned.

"Jennie, you're here!" his eyes lit up.

"Hey! I came to see you, guys! Is this a bad time?"

"Did you say, Jennie!?" Han pushed past some of the boys to get a good view of the door while Bang Chan opened it wider to reveal her to the guys.

"Jennie is here?" Felix's eyes lit up as the boys started to get excited to see her, as well as seeing a familiar face.

"It's not a bad time at all, come in, Smartie!" Bang Chan let her inside as she walked in.

"Hey, guys! I made cupcakes for you to eat after the event! I hope you like them. Chocolate and vanilla," she gave Bang Chan the box, who set it down on the table as the boys were grateful.

After they bowed to each other, she smiled as they were lined up, giving her their undivided attention. Felix and Han couldn't contain the big smiles on their faces as they watched her. They couldn't wait to see her look for the Met Gala. 

"It's been a while, huh? How are you guys?" she asked.

"We've been well! It's our first time attending the Met Gala and it's a huge honor," Han answered. "I'm looking forward to having a great time, today. And with you here, seeing you gave me strength for today,"

"Aw, thank you! That's so sweet. I'm really happy you boys got invited. If there is anyone who deserves it, it's you, guys,"

"Thanks, Jennie,"

"Of course! And can I just say, Felix, that hair color suits you so well!? I hope you keep it for a while. It reminds me of The Witcher a little bit," 

Loving her compliment, Felix thanked her and felt himself blushing as he grinned, looking away for a moment. 

"He's blushing again. Every time," I.N teased with the boys.

"Do you have any tips for us?" Seungmin asked.

"Yeah! Listen, I understand. I know you guys are nervous. I'm nervous, too. Every event I have attended so far I have always been nervous. My butterflies go crazy as I'm about to arrive, too. Like, everyone's eyes are on you and you're modeling and strutting what you got on. But just breathe. Relax. Be yourself," she answered.

"Us being ourselves is a bit chaotic. We'll try to contain it," Bang Chan playfully warned.

She laughed with them. "I've seen first hand. You guys have a unique aura that draws viewers in. And you know Stays are watching the Met Gala for YOU! Think of them and how you guys are on stage,"

"You're right about that. I just hope I don't make any mistakes. Like trip on the stairs or something," he laughed.

"Real. Oh my God, do you remember when I almost tripped that one year? I was like oh shit but caught myself,"

Bang Chan laughed lightly at the memory. "I remember your face! Bam Bam wouldn't stop roasting you for weeks,"

"Yo, he got on my nerves! At least I was kind of graceful with it,"

"Yeah, you did play it off, pretty well,"

After their conversation, the boys felt more at ease thanks to her encouraging words.

"Before I go, can I give you guys hugs?" she kindly asked for permission.

"Yes, please!" Felix and Han immediately said, causing the boys to laugh at their eagerness. 

She giggled. "Bring it in!" 

It amused the boys when Felix and Han both playfully pushed each other to try to be the first one to hug her. In the end, Felix got to her first, enjoying her warm hug. Then one by one, she hugged everyone else. After hugging Bang Chan last, the two did their secret handshake afterward, impressing the members.

"I'll be attending the Met Gala as well," she reminded. "If you need me for anything, just let me know. All eyes are going to be on you and you guys are gonna kill it out there. Ever since I saw you guys, I knew you'd be superstars. I'm so proud of what you've accomplished so far. Keep up the amazing work!"

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"Knock knock~!" Jen knocked on Jennie's door in rhythm.

As soon as Jennie opened up, her eyes lit up and she let out a squeal of excitement, pulling Jen into her arms for a big hug.

"You're here~!"

"I'm here~! I missed you! I made you cupcakes to eat after the event,"

"You spoil everyone! Thank you! When are you going to open up a bakery? Everyone needs to eat these," she happily accepted them and walked into the room with her, placing it on the table.

"One day. It'll happen. I definitely want it to. So, how was your Gentle Monster event?"

"It was so fun! The decorations were cute. You got yours, right?"

"Mm hm. They're cute. Thank you,"

"You've been at the Met Gala a few times and you're attending again. How are you feeling?" 

"You know it's crazy. I never even thought I'd get sucked into the world of fashion. I just wanted Nike. I never thought of any other brand. But everything blew up ever since getting sponsored by Nike and attending Seoul Fashion Week for the first time. Like I was so clueless about fashion but ever since then, I embraced it and took it upon myself to learn more about it. I like it. It's fun. I like how people express themselves through clothing. It's beautiful,"

"Right? Your come up in fashion is amazing. I know the guys and ARMY are so proud of you,"

"Thanks, Jennie. I kid you not when I first got invited to the Met Gala I scared shitless. Like um...ME? It's an honor. How are you feeling about tonight?"

"I definitely feel a lot more relaxed this year,"

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After heading back to her room, Jennie continued to be filmed by Vogue and a Bangtan Bomb camera while getting ready. After interviews and photos, she was just about ready to leave. As she scrolled through her phone, she tweeted her excitement on seeing Stray Kids already there and Jennie in her beautiful blue dress.

'Stray Kids!! They look so good! And yasssss Jennie! You better work! #JW' she tweeted with heart eyed emojis.

Immediately ARMY responded under the tweet, asking for her whereabouts:

'Ma'am! Where is BTS' Jennie?! You showing up? We need a J & J reunion!'

'AHEM! When are YOU going to the met gala!?'

'Ummmm Jennie did you forget your way to the met gala? If so here are the directions! Aren't you going!?'

'Where are YOU!?'

'Are you and Shawn Mendes attending this year!?'

'Did you get invited?'

Seeing all the tweets, Jennie laughed and tweeted, 'LOL! Relax!'

In response, ARMY tweeted:

'Telling us to relax, ma'am we wanna see YOU!'

'Is this a sign queen is coming!?'

'History about to be made again! That's confirmation!'

After discussing on camera the designer she was wearing and her thoughts on attending another year, she bowed and thanked all the staff members for helping her get to this point for the show. 

At the entrance of The Mark, Jennie inhaled and exhaled deeply, anticipating what was about to happen. Reporters and fans were waiting for the next celebrity to walk out of The Mark to reveal their outfit, making predictions on who would be next.

"Ready?" Diana grinned.

"Yeah, let's do it," Jennie nodded.

As soon as she heard a loud shout of her name once she walked outside, loud screaming and cheering were heard. It startled the photographers and reporters as they turned to who was the cause of the pandemonium and began snapping away, filming her smiling brightly. Jennie immediately looked around, seeing a lot of ARMY there to support which warmed her heart. Smiling directly at the fans, she waved happily while Diana stood to the side, watching proudly. Loud chants of her name occurred along with chants of BTS.

"Wow, that is a lot of ARMY," Diana was surprised.

Diana watched, amused at how Jennie talked about how nervous she was but proceeded to pose confidently for the camera. The crowd was mesmerized by her outfit, loving how on theme she was, and was curious about the wings attached to her, hoping she'd present them more when she arrived at the Met Gala. 

"Hi! Hi, hi, hi, hi! Thank you so much for being here!" Jennie quickly said once approaching fans, trying to give as many hugs and high fives as possible. 

She even managed to take a few selfies for lucky fans and grabbed one phone to take a big group photo. 

"We gotta go, Jen! We're a little late," Diana warned. 

After getting inside the van, the loud screaming for her continued.

"Sooooo many ARMY! Oh my gosh, it warmed my heart! After seeing them, I'm not even nervous anymore," she beamed.

Fans tweet: 

'The way she stopped to say hi to ARMY although she had to rush to get inside the van!'

'I got hugged by Jennie! IM SOBBING!'

'SHE ATE AND LICKED THE PLATE!'

'SHE'S HERE! SHE'S ATTENDING THIS YEAR!'

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When finally arriving at the Met Gala, she took in another deep breath, meeting with Emma Chamberlain in the back, who she was excited to see. Every time they met up, it was always a vibe.

Emma gasped at the sight of Jennie's outfit and went to hug her. "Jen! Hi~! We missed you last year! It's so good to see you back at the Met Gala!"

"Hi~! Thank you! I've been anticipating seeing you! I love being interviewed by you," she beamed as she held her own Vogue microphone. 

"Aw, thank you!"

"Thank you! You always know the best things to say. Speaking with you is always a joy. I'm happy to be back here. I'm pumped, I'm ready,"

"You look amazing!"

"YOU look amazing! Look at this! The hair? The makeup!? The dress is giving. I gotta give you a 10 out of 10. Just wow,"

The two girls giggled as they continued to compliment each other.

"How has your day been? Was it hectic getting ready? Tell me about it,"

"It went smoothly! I visited Jennie Kim, that's my girl, right there. J & J forever! I can't wait to see her inside. She looked stunning in her blue dress. She truly is the best. And I went to visit Stray Kids! I love those boys. I'm so happy they got invited this year, they look amazing and I'm very proud of them. I also gave food and water to fans waiting outside The Mark. I just love ARMY so much, their support is undeniable and I'm forever grateful,"

"I heard a lot of buzz about you telling staff to give food and water to fans outside. That was very sweet of you,"

"Yeah! I'm like, they're standing out there for hours, let me make sure they're hydrated and stuff, you know? I just feel a lot of good energy today. I saw a lot of ARMY, they truly gave me a lot of strength while being here. I'm very excited to walk the carpet and show off my look,"

After discussing what she was wearing, Sebastian Stan, who was walking in the background, noticed her and politely placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to turn around.

"Oh my gosh~! Hi!" Jennie quickly embraced him. 

"Oh! Marvel co-stars reuniting!" Emma announced with a smile. "We got Sebastian Stan!"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, you look gorgeous," he said. "I love the fit,"

"Thanks so much! It was good to run into you! I'll see you inside!"

After her interview with Emma, Jennie finally made her entrance to the Met Gala. As soon as fans saw her appear, loud screaming was heard as she smiled and waved.

"Oh! And if you hear the pandemonium, you know that BTS' Jennie has arrived, making her return to The Met Gala. Absolutely stunning!" Ashley Graham announced as she stood next to Gwendoline Christie.

Catching a glimpse of some silly signs fans were holding up, including a big sign of her face, Jennie ended up laughing, pointing it out. As she walked to the steps, she posed confidently at every angle as photographers shouted her name so she could look in their direction.

Glancing at her designer who gave her the cue, she pressed a button on her dress. Suddenly, her wings expanded and began to move slightly on their own, surprising the audience. The cheering increased in volume as she grinned and posed again with the wings.

After she was told to continue moving forward, she began walking up the steps, going straight to Lala Anthony to embrace her. 

"Mrs. Jennie Jeon, look at you! It's great to see you, again!"

"Lala! You're gonna fluster me," she giggled as her heart fluttered at the last name.

"We love seeing you glow! Married life looks beautiful on you,"

"Thank you and thanks for having me! It's great to see you!"

"Now, first of all, this dress! The wings! They're literally moving! What was the vision for this? This is everything!"

"Thank you! This took a long time to make, especially with the wings. It's a little heavy but I'm doing well keeping myself composed. I wanted a little bit of BTS with me for this look. No matter the distance of where my boys are, they are always with me. So, while being on theme I also wanted to incorporate a butterfly. Hence, the wings. We have a song, Butterfly. I highly recommend people to listen to it. It's beautiful,"

As they continued to talk, Lala asked her about how married life was going.

Jennie grinned at the question as her mind went to Jungkook. "I love it. I am still patiently waiting for him to return home. 2025 will be here before we know it,"

"All the boys are still enlisted, yes?"

"Yeah, I'm counting down the days! Jin is getting discharged next month!" she said excitedly. "I miss him. I miss all of them. Time really flew so I'm excited to be able to give him a big hug when he comes back home,"

"We can't wait, either. I know ARMY is very excited,"

"Oh yeah, it's gonna be a movie!"

"Okay, so last month you were at Wrestlemania and now you're at the Met Gala. You're all over the place, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm basically doing side quests, right now. It's pretty fun!" she giggled.

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Later on in the evening, those on Weverse suddenly got a notification:

[BTS Weverse] JK created a new post! : Wow!! Proud to call you my lady!

Along with heart eyed emojis and photos of her at the Met Gala.

Fans immediately rushed in to respond about it, gushing over the cute post:

'Omfg he posted!'

'Best husband!'

'Mum and Dad!'

'Husband of the year!'

'If he's not like Jungkook then I don't want it!'

'Jungkook is the cutest husband ever!'

'Showing love while he's enlisted!'

'The standard!!'

'I know he misses her BAD.'

[thisbipuff-isaswiftie]

Hi!!

I want to request a Shawn angst imagine, please.

Something about sylvie or someone from his team talking about the reader behind her/they back and she/they feeling angry and telling shawn but he didn't believe it and having a fight but then he heard them talking bad about the reader again and trying to apologize, you decide if the end.

Only if you're comfortable to do it, love the work! Keep going!

Thanks for the request, honey!!!!!

I'm sorry if this is not that good, but I really hope u like it~

_____

Big Deal | Shawn Mendes

Warning: Angst, fights, cursing.

Containing: boyfriend!Shawn, girlfriend!reader, Jerk!Shawn, Artist!Reader

pairing: You and shawn mendes

You loved Shawn so much. You have been his girlfriend for 19 months now and now as you remembered how you had met, you laughed hysterically. You met him at an art exhibition, where he came, disguised in a black hoodie, a cap, and a mask. You had run into him while staring at the paintings on the wall, and almost screamed when you saw him like that. At first, you thought he was a thief or something, and seeing you freak out, he thought you had recognized him. So he had quickly pulled you aside and made you calm down.

You remembered the way you were so confused when he said that you knew who he was and he begged you to not tell anybody. But seeing your confused face, he pulled down his mask-making your mouth shut and your eyes wide. Honestly, you weren't a big fan of him back at that time, you never liked pop so you never even knew him as such. But you had heard of him from your friends and knew very well just who he was and why he had pulled you aside. When you had figured out just what had happened and the misunderstanding, you laughed out loud. Too loud.

He had raised his eyebrows and stared at you as you held your stomach as you laughed, which you knew was a not-so-beautiful sight. "What? Are you those insane kinds?" He had asked to which you stopped laughing and shook your head, looking at him disapprovingly. He didn't have a right to call people insane or judge them like that. So you gave him a piece of your mind and left him staring at you like an antelope in headlights. When you were looking at a mind-blowing piece of painting, he stood beside you, his disguise intact. He had said something clever and cocky and then after a small pause, apologized to you. You smiled at his sweet apology and the small smile he had delivered you. You were suddenly feeling this weird feeling in your chest.

And well, that's when you started hanging out more. After two coffees, a walk to the library, and a guitar session he had finally kissed you and asked you out. You were so happy, and till now everything was going great.

Well now...

You were a bit concerned about Shawn. He had been a bit distant and had canceled your last three dates. You already knew the obstacles that were going to come along with dating a celebrity such as him. You knew he was busy with his album and he had been getting a lot of hate, and you understood that he needed space. But you just wanted him to know that you were there for him.

You were waiting for him at your home, watching another episode of B99, and drinking coffee. When you heard the door opening, your head quickly turned, and you got up, slowly walking towards the door. There he was, your Shawn, coming in hanging his keys and hanging his coat. He looked so exhausted.

You sighed and walked towards him, taking his face in your hands as a yawn came across his lips. He quickly shook it off as he felt your soft hands caressing his cheeks. "Oh hi." He said and gave you a lop-sided and a sleepy smile. "You're still awake?" He said, his brows scrunching. You chuckled softly and brought his face towards yours and gave him a peck. "I missed you," You said softly, "and I hadn't seen you in a few days."

"What?" He said, his voice laced with a bit of aggravation. "We just had breakfast yesterday, together." You sighed a bit and stepped away from me. "You know what I mean,"

"No I don't!"

"Well, a bite of toast, a kiss to my forehead, and telling me you're going to be late and getting out of the house in less than 30 seconds, when I made bacon and pancakes for you is not having breakfast together."

Shawn groaned and stormed off, making your blood boil. You breathed in sharply and walked after him, "What the hell Shawn!?" Shawn rolled his eyes and plopped down on your couch, a small smirk passing his face for a second when he heard the title track of B99 playing on the TV. "You can't just walk away like that!"

"Well, guess what? I did!"

Your teeth gritted and you gave him a murderous look. You didn't like how Shawn was behaving with you, this is not how he acted with you. And you hated it. Didn't he realize that he was hurting you? "You know what? Fuck you." You stormed off to your bedroom, and took his pillow and his quilt and threw it across the room in the hall. "HEY!" You slammed the bedroom door and groaned out loudly.

You did not plan your night to go this way.

You sat on the bed, looking at the light that came from the living room through the small space between the door and the floor.

You sighed, your chest thudding loudly. Hugging your knees close to your chest, and you let out a shuddering breath, as a tear fell from your eye. You shook your head at your ridiculousness, and wiped your tear. It was confusing to you why you were being so emotional over this fight. It seemed small, didn't it?

But it wasn't.

This wasn't how you wanted your fights to go, fights that would lead you both to drift apart, and eventually, your relationship would fall apart...

The thoughts made you feel that your heart was being pulled apart. You looked at the light that escaped the small gap. Why did your relationship suddenly feel like that? Darkness had surrounded you, and the escaped light was really close but too far away to engulf you into happiness again. That light was Shawn. And it was almost as if he had forgotten to engulf you. And it was slowly killing you.

Before you know it, sleep had consumed you, with those burning thoughts still fresh in your mind.

.....

"Hey, honey."

You hugged your coat over your chest and spared Shawn a glance. You had woken up to a cold and empty bed, disappointing you. You didn't think Shawn would stretch it till the morning. That was until you smelled the sweet scent of maple syrup and pancakes. Realizing Shawn's plan to lure you into forgiving him, you rolled your eyes. If he thought that pancakes was going to make you ease up, then he was miserably mistaken.

He knew that you never liked fights left like this, with so much tension in the air that it pressured your heart. He knew that you preferred to talk it out and apologize to each other, and not leave it just like that. You had sighed and got up, freshened up.

You heard Shawn sigh and groan slightly as you went through your mail. You saw one addressed to Shawn. You looked up, looking at the creases on Shawn's forehead. "You have mail." You said, monotonously. You walked towards him, and he looked at you hopefully.

But you didn't give in, not just yet. You were too angry at him but didn't want to give him attention. You still wanted to hit him and scream at him because of last night and what he made you feel. And yeah, you also wanted to get the argument over with and just hug him. But you didn't.

Shawn didn't know if he was right or if he was wrong. What he did was fully flawed, and he didn't realize it. You had always been a bit touchy. It was your way of receiving and giving love. Through physical touch. Unfortunately, it was one of your insecurities as well. You had been brushed off as annoying so many times because of your habits, it hurt you. So you had given Shawn a warning, no let me scratch that. So many warnings.

This fight wasn't exactly related to that, but it still made the insecurities and that same unsafe or lets say, not belonging feeling around you.

Shawn hadn't forgotten that, but he wasn't sure if it was exactly his fault. I mean, you did know how busy he gets. So after a busy day, he might want a bit space, didn't he?

But he didn't want this fight to last this long, either. He was keeping a party at their house, tomorrow night. He didn't want anybody to talk about your relationship or its problems. He didn't want anything new to stir up. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

You looked up, your expression was something he couldn't decipher.

"I'm sorry." He said, loud and clear. "It was wrong of me, what I did last night. And I know I have been bailing on you for a long time, and you have been so understanding. I'm sorry,"

You nodded at him. "Just don't do it again." You said, gently. Shawn didn't really understand why your voice sounded so afraid. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

"Anyway," Shawn smiled at you and brought up two plates of hot pancakes. "I'm keeping a party tomorrow night, if that's alright with you?" You smiled at him. "Yeah, no problem. Who's coming?"

"You know the usual, the team. Niall, Taylor etc. We wanted to celebrate all the work we've done for the new album."

"Ooh, when are you releasing it?"

"Next month. It's not completed it, but we're very proud of what it has become until now." You looked at him with a proud expression. You were so happy for him. You loved how hard-working he was.

"Okay then," You smiled at him. "You going to the studio, now?" He nodded, "I'll be back by 8. We can binge B99 if you want. Or maybe watch Avengers, since you're so fond of Tom Hiddleston," You giggled and blushed. "And RDJ." You pointed out, and he scoffed, smiling.

He kissed your forehead as you both finished your breakfast, and took your plates putting them in the dishwasher.

After getting ready, he went out the door, giving you your goodbyes and kisses. Still as he stepped out the door, you felt disappointment arousing in the pit of your stomach.

.....

You looked at yourself in the mirror and stared at your outfit. You smiled and adored the slight foxy eyeshadow you had done. You took a deep breath and stepped outside your bedroom door. The party music was roaring down, and you slowly stepped down the stairs. As you stepped onto the second last step, you tried to find Shawn, and spotted him having a drink with two of his friends from the team. You smiled at him as he stared at you. You walked towards him, and noticed him still staring at you. "What?" You asked. "Does this not look good?" You turned your waist, "Should I change?" But he just grinned at you, and pulled in for a kiss.

He left you breathless and smiled at you. "You look fucking stunning, honey."

You blushed under his gaze and hid your face in his chest as it rumbled because of his chuckles. "Such lovebirds." Someone muttered and you looked up to see Niall. "Niall!!" You squeaked and hugged him. "How are you?"

"Perfect, love." He said and smiled at how you had wrapped your hands around his waist. "How are you both?" He asked cheekily.

"Same." Shawn said and kissed your cheek.

"I'm glad."

You looked around and sighed at the crowd. As much as you were proud of Shawn and no matter how many launch parties you go to with him, you never get used to the crowd. It gets overwhelming and makes you anxious. That's why you never actually like coming to these parties yet you did, only for Shawn. You tried not to always stick to him, but always made sure that he was in your eye sight, to make you feel calm and safe.

If he wasn't, then you would look for Niall, Taylor, or one of the other people with whom you were really good friends.

But mostly, it was Shawn.

You were thirsty and wanted to get a drink, so you went to the bar, promising Shawn to meet him at the dance floor.

But when you came back, he wasn't there. You couldn't find him. You looked around the crowd but couldn't spot him. When you looked back at the bar, you saw him with one of his team members. You recognized her immediately. Sylvie.

She had helped Shawn a lot, and you appreciated her for that. But sometimes you felt that maybe she didn't really like you, you tried to tell Shawn but he dismissed you, saying that you're being paranoid and that you haven't just spent that much time.

You sighed as you walked over to him.

"Shawn!" He looked back and saw you. He smiled at you and waved you to come over. You walked towards him with relief on your face. You got close to him and wrapped your arm around his. "Sylvie! How are you?" You asked politely. She smiled grimly, not so excited to see you, and replied, "Great! We're just waiting for the album to be complete and released, aren't we?" She smiled at Shawn and rubbed his arm. You felt extremely uncomfortable as you saw he look at Shawn like that. Your insecurities got up. "I'm so proud of you guys!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you are." She mumbled and scoffed. "Did you say something?" You asked her but Shawn squeezed your hand. "Weren't we going to the dance floor? I'm sorry Sylvie, we'll see you later." He said and smiled at her. She nodded and he grabbed you and you both walked towards the dance floor. "That wasn't polite, Shawn."

"I know."

You both danced calmly into each other's arms. "Shawn, was it just me, or was she rolling her eyes at me?"

He mumbled something under his breath and then looked back at you. "No, sweetheart. She is just in a bad mood, her boyfriend and she got into a fight before coming here." You nodded. You looked up at him and sighed as you saw his beautiful brown eyes.

You sighed and kept your head on his chest as you both swayed from side to side to the soft rhythm of the music. "I love you." You whispered gently as comfort laced you both like a graceful ribbon. Shawn kissed your forehead, his lips lingering over the crown of your head. "I love you the most.." He breathed, as the scent of your hair reached him. His eyes fluttered shut and he pulled you even close, If that was possible.

You took deep breaths as you found yourself finally in your beloved's arms. It was rare. Very rare. And you wanted to make the most out of this moment. An unsettling feeling had rested in your chest, that any moment this is going to be ripped from you. He is going to be ripped apart from you. And you will be crushed again.

You entwined your hand into his' as the music ended and he was obliged to go and meet more guests. He gave you an apologetic smile, but you weren't going to leave him. You went along with him even if exhaustion had taken over your legs. You felt so much safer with him. His cheering voice always comforted you, it kept your anxiety at bay.

You both walked towards the bar again. You smiled at him and left his hand. You wanted to pee. So you stepped across but as soon as you closed your stall, some voices started speaking. Familiar voices.

"I mean did you see her tonight?"

"mhmm."

"Fuckin whore, can't even dress properly."

You tried to restrain your gasp as you recognized the voice. Sylvie.

"Poor Shawn, he must've had to deal with her."

"I know right? She's so useless. Always clinging to him like a puppy."

"She's only with him for clout. Clingy bitch."

"God, Shawn deserves so much better."

"Someone like you, Sylvie?"

"Oh shut up." She giggled. "Maybe."

Your blood boiled as you heard all those words, but your heart ached. Tears started to spill out of your eyes as you tried to keep your breath calm. Shawn deserves so much better. Was it true? Were you that clingy?

You heard the door close shut and that's when you broke down. Tears started to pour down your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You held your forearms as your chest shuddered at thought of Shawn leaving you. You tried to keep your cries in but your ears started to hurt and your throat started to dry as you gasped for breath.

Your head was aching and your dress felt too tight now. Why was this happening to you? You wanted to yell for Shawn but then you thought about you being a burden to him.

And besides, you looked like a fucking disaster. You didn't want to ruin Shawn's rep like that.

.....

Shawn was a bit frustrated with you. You still doubted Sylvie, and it bothered him. She was such a sweet person and a great colleague. Why did you always seem to dislike her? It always annoyed him- you trying to point out some imaginary things about her. Sylvie was rolling her eyes at me; she was giving me a weird look; I think she doesn't like me; Your complaints were endless.

Niall furrowed his eyebrows at the crowd, and then looked back towards Shawn. "Shawn?" Shawn stirred his drink. "Yeah?"

"Where's Y/n?"

"Bathroom. Why?"

"Don't you think its been a long time?"

"Um-"

"Shawn you know what happens during these parties don't you?"

"Yes but-"

"Shawn go check on her or I will burst into the girl's washroom and sing Stitches."

"Ok, ok! Fine." Shawn breathed and looked around the crowd again. He breathed when he realized it had been a long time since you came. He got up and walked through the crowd, just to make sure that you weren't locked in the crowd. But you were nowhere to be seen. Shawn's heart rate started to increase. He was marching up to the ladies washroom.

Just as he went forward, trying not to bump into more drunk people- Shawn halted as a person came right in front of him. "Hi, Shawn~" He looked down to see Sylvie standing with a drink in her hand, a giddy expression on her face. "How are you?" She asked in a squeaky voice. She caressed his shoulder, going to his bicep. But Shawn was in a hurry to even process what she was doing.

"Sylvie-"

"Oh, I love it when you say my name." She said, breathily. Shawn gave her a weird look and then looked at the washrooms, they seemed so far away. "Sylvie, I have to go-"

"No please wait-" She held onto his hand. But Shawn twisted his hand out of her grasp and ran out of there. He burst into the washroom and heard small gasps and soft sobs. Shawn's heart broke; He took quick steps toward the stall and knocked. He heard a sharp gasp-- "Y/n? Honey?"

"Hello?" You squeaked out, keeping a small hope that it wasn't Shawn. "Sweetie, please open the door. For me?" You sighed and your breath shuddered. It was undoubtedly him. This was perfect- you felt even worse. You couldn't hide and you didn't have a mirror to fix yourself.

You wanted to dig a hole and die.

But you didn't have a choice now. Shawn looked up as the door clicked and you stepped out. Shawn cupped your face and studied it- you were an absolute mess.

"Shawn-"

Shawn shushed you and wiped the tears on your cheeks and kissed the red skin right under your eyes. You shivered as his cold lips touched your cheeks, and you closed your eyes as he pulled away.

"Why were you crying?" He asked directly. And you looked at the ground- You really didn't want to tell him, and lying wasn't an option because he could tell your tell on your fourth date. "Um,

I was in the stall- when some girls came into the bathroom. They started to talk- and um," You looked around uncomfortably. "I realized it was Sylvie and her friends. They said some things about me."

Shawn raised his eyebrows, "oh? What kind of things?"

"She called me a whore, and said that I was a clingy bitch and never left your side. She said that you must be," you took a deep breath. "Miserable with me." Shawn ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe that Sylvie would say this.

He couldn't believe that you were making these accusations.

"Are you sure it was her?" He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows. "Of course, I recognized her voice."

"But you didn't see her, did you?"

"Shawn-"

"No! Why did you always try to convince me that Sylvie hates you?"

You were completely taken back. How could he ask you this?

"You always try to tell me how bad she is-"

"I never told you that!" You shouted.

"But weren't you trying to? Weren't you? Why do you dislike her? She is one of the sweetest people I have ever met- can't you at least try to like her? At least to support me! I mean you have been nothing but unsupportive recently!" He spat at you. Your blood boiled as you heard his words. Unsupportive? "And that you bring Sylvie into all of this? God, y/n."

"Unsupportive?" You breathed. "Did you just call me unsupportive? How could you- I've always been supportive of you! I never complained when you come home so late and never texted me- I never got angry at you when you would ignore me- I always supported you through your tantrums-"

"What the fuck do you mean??"

"I'm your fucking girlfriend Shawn! I'm not your punching bag or your booty call! That whenever you want me I'll be there for you~ But it's not the way around. I always understand that your career can't always make you available, but I can't always be like this! I can't take it anymore!"

"And the fact that you don't believe me and don't fucking trust me is just-"

"God, you're such an ordinary girl," he mumbled under his breath. You looked at him, betrayal laced in your eyes. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" You asked him quietly. "You're such an ordinary girl!"

You were taken aback by his statement. An ordinary girl?

But you stayed quiet, that was your harshest answer. You were exhausted. You were tired by his actions, his expectations, and what you have faced. You couldn't do it anymore.

"If you can't handle this ordinary girl, then maybe you shouldn't be with her." You said with unshed tears in your eyes. "Maybe you should be with someone like Sylvie."

"It will be easy. She wants to be with you anyway." You said.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

You just shook your head and got out of there.

.....

Shawn was aggravated, how could you accuse Sylvie of saying such things? Shawn stormed off from the washroom after you did. His head wasn't straight at the time. Anger and frustration was running through his veins like poison. And what did you mean by that last thing you said?

"She wants to be with you anyway."

Alcohol was affecting his mind as the echo of your words ran through his ears. His head was getting dizzy. Shawn looked at the crowd and didn't find you. He panicked for awhile then remembered that you must've gone back home. Shawn wanted to ease off tonight, he had been working hard week after week. So many sleepless nights without you in his arms and he missed you so much.

But all of those sleepless nights had caught up on him and he just wanted to rest when he came back home. He didn't expect to get into that fight with you- and all that anger just wanted to be vented off.

So well, maybe Shawn realized that he had acted a bit inconsiderate.

And maybe cruel.

But she would forgive him wouldn't she?

Shawn somehow got engulfed in the crowd and was getting bumped constantly by the dancing cluster of people. He heard weird voices and someone very familiar trying to talk to him. "Shawn, buddy? Where is y/n? Are you okay?"

Shawn dismissed them and tried dancing off. Suddenly, he got pulled by someone and they started dancing with him. "Hey, Shawn." He heard someone say flirtatiously. He felt his cheeks being caressed. "Sylvie?"

"Hi silly, come on dance with me!" She said and took Shawn's hands and placed it them on her waist. "What are you doing?" Shawn asked, drunkenly. "Dancing with you, sweetie." She whispered in his ear. Shawn felt disgusted but he couldn't tell her that. He didn't want to dance with her, he wanted to dance with you. "Wait, Sylvie- I need to find y/n."

But she kept a hold on his hands. "Why? I'm here, aren't I? Anyway she left you alone." She said bitterly. "What do you mean? We just had a fight- and she said some bizarre things."

"She thought that you wanted to be with me! That's so absurd. You don't like me do you?"

Sylvie stayed silent which made Shawn panic. "Sylvi-"

She pulled him closer and whispered against his lips. "What if I do?"

Suddenly Shawn's new song started playing. It was supposed to be a surprise for you.

i wonder if you're real

Do i speak the truth or do i filter how i feel?

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

Shawn felt Sylvie's cold lips against the corner of his mouth and his whole body filled with disgust and shame. It felt wrong. It felt so wrong.

He wrote this song for you, he wanted to dance on this song with you. But you weren't here and it was all his fault. He hated himself because these words were written for you, were supposed be adored by you right now. Yet they were getting betrayed.

His heart shattered as he realized what was happening. His mind sobered up and he pushed Sylvie away with utter horror. He ran away to find you. Hoping you were home.

You weren't though.

You were walking down the quiet streets, getting drenched in rain. Tears were pouring down your face. You were so thankful that because of the rain nobody could distinguish whether the drops of water on your face were either raindrops or salty tears.

In the middle of this rain, that once you would've called so beautiful, your heart had been crushed and now fear had built. Was this the end? Were you and Shawn over?

You didn't want to think of that. But how could you not? He had totally disregarded you, over and over again. And you realized that a half-assed apology wouldn't work this time. You loved him so much.

Oh, you loved him dearly, but you had dignity and self-respect. And you were not going to let Shawn's cruel actions and your love for him to get between your self-dignity.

You sat down on one of the benches. Your sobbing wasn't stopping and you had given up now. You looked up and glanced around- The streetlights were lit, rain was dancing on the ground, and everything else was quiet.

You would've loved this. It would've been so romantic- but right now you felt empty.

Suddenly, you heard panting. Your eyes widened and you tried not to be frantic. What was it? A wild dog? "Thank god, I couldn't find you anywhere."

Your throat tightened. Shawn.

"That was the motive, Shawn." You said coldly. You didn't want to look at him. So you didn't realize that even he was crying.

"Please look at me, baby."

"What do you want?"

"You, back. Please." You stayed silent. "Love, I- When you left I got drunker and Sylvie danced with me. She-She tried to kiss me-"

Your eyes filled with tears once again. "I- You were right, baby. When she tried to kiss me, my song started to play. A new song, that I wrote for you- I didn't realize that I was hurting you and then I realized that I couldn't lose you. Those words, that-that music was composed for you, and all I wanted was you there, to be with me, in my arms to dance to that song. You're all I ever wanted, a-and I'm so sorry that I have been a total jerk to you, and I understand that you have been so patient with me and I have been taking you for granted."

"Glad you realized that."

"I'm so sorry, honey. Please give me another chance."

You stayed quiet. What he said melted your heart but you were stronger than that. You took in a deep breath albeit shaky. Restraining yourself from crying you got up, your knees weak. "Shawn, I-"

"I cannot forgive you." And because of the silence, both of your hearts shattering were audibly clear. "Just yet."

"I need time, Shawn. What you did- You didn't trust me! Your own girlfriend. I cannot forgive you just yet, and neither can I make myself trust you again. Not just like that. If you expected me to come back into your arms instantly then you were mistaken, Shawn." You said softly.

"I need time to think. And its better for now if you don't contact me for a few days." You slowly turned around. "It's best if you go back. Please take care of yourself." You said and walked away with a heavy heart.

Shawn watched as you walked away. He knew the damage he had done. He loved you so much, and he wasn't strong enough to pay the price. To stay away from you.

But he had to.

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Thanks to-

@academiaghosts

who wanted to be tagged in every one of my fics!