#shawn mendes x singer!reader

[peachy-princess777]

Imagine of a singer boyfriend

singer!bf x reader

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"Y/S/B" means "your singer boyfriend" also this story is in third person 🤷

Warnings: p in v,nipple play?,oral (male receiving),one "denied" orgasm,and teasing

In the shadowed sanctum of the backstage area, Y/S/B fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his heart racing in a peculiar rhythm that had nothing to do with the impending performance. His girlfriend, Y/N, sat cross-legged on a chair, surrounded by the chaotic pattern of last-minute preparations. She was a vision of calm amidst the swirling maelstrom of activity, her eyes closed as she listened to the muffled bass of the opening act's soundcheck. Y/S/B envied her serenity

He leaned against the wall, trying to disguise the noticeable bulge in his pants. It had been fifteen agonizing minutes since the unexpected arousal had struck him. His mind raced with thoughts of canceling the show, finding a quiet corner, or perhaps a deserted dressing room, where he and Y/N could indulge in a passionate interlude. But Y/N was firm in her refusal. She knew the importance of this night for his career, and she wasn't about to let his desires overshadow his success.

The scent of hairspray and the faint whiff of sweat mingled with the coolness of the air conditioning, creating an oddly erotic atmosphere. Despite her reluctance, Y/N couldn't help but feel the heat rising within her. She knew what he needed, but she also knew that this was not the time nor the place. She kept her eyes closed, focusing on her breathing, willing herself to remain composed.

Y/S/B's eyes darted around the room, searching for a brief escape. The walls seemed to close in on him as the minutes ticked by, the pressure of his erection growing more unbearable with each passing second. His bandmates exchanged questionable glances, the tension in the room palpable. They had seen this side of him before, but never to this extent. He was like a caged animal, desperate for release.

The sound of the opening act's final notes resonated through the walls, and the murmur of the crowd grew louder. The anticipation was suffocating, and the air thick with it. Y/S/B took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The time was drawing near, and he knew he had to get his head in the game. He shot Y/N a pleading look, but she merely offered a sympathetic smile and a gentle shake of her head. Her eyes spoke volumes—there would be no reprieve until after the show.

He gritted his teeth and took a step back, his hand sliding into his pocket to subtly adjust himself. The fabric of his jeans felt like sandpaper against his sensitive skin. He watched as the band's manager, a stern figure with a clipboard and a headset, approached with a stern look. "Y/S/B, you're on in five. Get your head in the game." He'd heard that before.

Y/N opened her eyes and met his gaze, her expression softening. She slid off the chair and walked over to him, placing a reassuring hand on his chest. "You've got this," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I'll be here waiting for you." Her hand trailed down to the bulge, giving it a playful squeeze before she turned and disappeared into the thrum of the bustling backstage.

The final countdown had begun, and Y/S/B's bandmates were already gathering their instruments, the sound of tuning guitars and drum checks piercing the air. He took one last, longing look at Y/N's retreating form before striding out to face the stage. The roar of the crowd washed over him like a wave, drowning out the throb of his need. He took a deep breath and stepped into the spotlight, the rush of adrenaline a welcome distraction from his earlier discomfort.

The opening chords of his hit song filled the arena, and Y/S/B threw himself into the performance, his voice soaring and raw. The energy of the audience fueled him, pushing him to give his all despite the persistent ache in his pants. He danced and sang with a passion that had the crowd screaming his name, their hands reaching out to him like a sea of adoration.

The lights above him grew brighter, the music pulsed through his body, and the lyrics flowed from his lips. Yet, the promise of release remained just out of reach, a tantalizing reminder of what awaited him once the final notes had been played. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the tightness in his jeans, and the throb of his pulse in his cock.

The setlist sped by in a blur of lights, applause, and sweat. The final song approached, and with it, the promise of relief. He sang the chorus with a desperate intensity that resonated with the audience, their cheers a symphony of approval that seemed to echo his own need. As the music reached its crescendo, Y/S/B threw his microphone into the air and let the crowd's adoration wash over him. He knew that once the stage lights dimmed, his own private performance would begin.(👀)

The moment the final chord strummed, he sprinted offstage, dodging congratulatory slaps on the back and the frantic gestures of his bandmates. He could feel the bulge in his pants with every step, a silent reminder of the promise Y/N had made. His heart raced as he navigated the labyrinth of corridors, the throb in his cock matching the tempo of his sprint. The applause grew distant, replaced by the sound of his own ragged breathing and the pounding of his boots on the cold, concrete floor.

Bursting through the backstage door, he found her leaning against his car, the gleaming metal a stark contrast to her soft, inviting form. She had changed into a short, black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, her legs seemingly endless in their high-heeled boots. Her eyes, dark with desire, locked onto his, and she smirked, her hand sliding down to tease the fabric of her dress. "Ready for your encore?" she purred.

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The car's interior was a cocoon of darkness, the tinted windows offering them a semblance of privacy amidst the chaos of the venue. Y/S/B didn't bother with the door handle; he practically threw himself into the backseat, his need for her overwhelming any semblance of decorum. Y/N followed, her movements fluid and deliberate, the click of the lock echoing through the quiet like a gunshot.

Her dress rode up as she straddled him, and she peeled it over her head, revealing a matching black lace lingerie set that left little to the imagination. His hands roamed her body, his calloused fingertips tracing the smooth curves of her hips, her breasts, her neck. Her skin was hot to the touch, and she moaned softly as his thumb found her hardened nipple, rolling it gently.

Y/N reached down and fumbled with his belt, her own need for him now palpable. She managed to unbuckle it, her hand shaking slightly, and slid down to the floor of the car, pulling down his zipper. His cock sprang free, and she took it in her hand, stroking it lightly. The feel of her soft, warm grip was almost too much for him to bear. He groaned, his head falling back against the headrest.

Her mouth descended upon him, and she took him in deep, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding down his length. Y/S/B's hips bucked involuntarily, and he grabbed onto the leather of the seat, his knuckles white with the effort of not pushing her head down further. The heat of her mouth was a stark contrast to the coolness of the car's air conditioning, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge.

But she knew better than to let him come so quickly. Y/N pulled away, leaving him gasping, and climbed back onto his lap. She reached behind her and unclipped her bra, letting her breasts spill out. He groaned, leaning forward to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as she rocked against him. The friction of her lace panties against his cock was maddening, and he could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric.

Her hand slid down to pull her thong to the side and grip his shaft, guiding it to her entrance. She paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before sinking down onto him with a gasp. He was thick, filling her completely, and she felt herself stretch around him. Y/S/B's eyes rolled back in his head, his grip tightening on her hips as she began to move, rising and falling in a slow, torturous rhythm.

The car's springs protested with every movement, but neither of them cared. They were lost in their own world, a universe of pleasure that revolved solely around the connection of their bodies. The sounds of their passion filled the car, muffled groans and the wet slap of skin against skin. The scent of their desire mingled with the leather and the faint tang of gasoline from the engine.

Y/N's hands were tangled in Y/S/B's hair, pulling him closer as he kissed along her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She could feel the throb of his cock inside her, the veins pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat. She tightened her muscles around him, her movements becoming more erratic as she approached her climax.

Y/S/B's eyes snapped open, staring into hers as he felt her tighten around him. He knew she was close, and the thought of her coming apart in his arms was more than he could handle. He reached between them and began to rub her clit with his thumb, the added friction sending her over the edge. Her back arched, and she let out a cry that was muffled by his mouth as she came, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

The sight of her pleasure was too much for him to hold back. He thrust up into her, his own climax crashing over him like a wave. He filled her, the feeling of her warmth enveloping him sending shockwaves through his body. They remained entwined for a moment, their breathing ragged and their hearts pounding in time.

As the last echoes of their shared ecstasy faded, reality began to seep back in. The distant sound of fans clamoring outside the venue was a stark reminder of the world that waited for him. Y/N leaned down, kissing him softly, tasting the salt of his sweat on his lips. She slid off his lap and readjusted her dress, her movements graceful despite the urgency.

Y/S/B took a deep breath, his chest still heaving. He pulled up his pants and zipped them with a trembling hand, the aftermath of their passion leaving him both sated and exhilarated. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so alive, so connected to someone. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N flashed him a mischievous smile as she slid her panties back into place. "Thank me after you win your Grammy," she teased, her voice light and airy. She knew how much this show meant to him, and she was willing to do whatever it took to keep him grounded—even if it meant putting her own desires on hold until the very last moment.

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Welp...

[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~

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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.

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"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.

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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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[cashmeremars]

𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 || 𝐬.𝐦

pairing: shawn mendes x reader

summary: shawn stumbles upon a coffee shop while on tour and becomes infatuated with the waitress

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long... but i promise you’re in for a surprise... 

The heat of Amsterdam was relentless as Shawn continued to roam the unfamiliar streets of the city. Crossing bridges and tripping over loose rubble, Shawn sighed as his eyes scanned the stores lining the streets, hoping to find a place to settle down before heading back to his tour bus. He watched as a bicycle rider rode past him before slowing down and stopping at what seemed to be a cafe. He adjusted his jacket before reaching for his phone and checking the time. He had around 2 hours before he was expected to be back on the tour bus. Shawn smiled to himself as he followed the path the bicycle rider had just taken to get to the cafe down the street. 

As Shawn approached the front door of the cafe, he snapped a quick picture of the shop name just in case he needed to send his location to his manager. A mellow bell rang throughout the cafe as he pushed the door open. The smell of cinnamon and warm coffee danced through the air as he inhaled. The cafe was quaint, with landscape paintings lining the walls. Jazz music whispered under the sound of clanking dishes. 

Shawn sighed as he sat himself down at a booth nearest to the corner of the cafe, to ensure that no potential fans could spot him. The cafe was quite empty, as it was 2 pm on a weekday. A stained menu on the side of the table caught his eye. He reached over with a sigh, grabbing the corners of the menu to avoid touching the brown stains. A frown etched itself on his forehead as he flipped through the menu, the words splattering the page were close enough to English to follow along, but not enough to fully comprehend. Dutch, Shawn whispered to himself. He was in Amsterdam after all.

Shawn dropped the menu, opting to fiddle with the slightly tattered fabric of the booth, watching silhouettes walk past the cafe window. He closed his eyes, bopping his head along to the music flooding the cafe. 

“Are you new here?” A voice intruded Shawn’s entrancement.

“Uh, yeah,” Shawn spoke. He felt his breath constrict as he made eye contact with you. He’d truly never seen anyone as beautiful. “How could you tell?” Shawn spoke with a soft smile. He felt his heartbeat begin to pick up. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before, and you also looked a little clueless,” You point out with a laugh. 

“Oh, uh, sorry. I’m just here on tour. I’m a singer,” Shawn explains. 

“That’s cool,” you reply, raising your eyebrows. 

“Yeah. Grammy-nominated,” Shawn stammered. You nod, and his face flushed as he acknowledged his failed attempt at boasting. 

“Right,” you smile before pulling out a notepad and pen from your waist apron, “So, what would you like to order?” you say after a beat of silence. 

“Right. Right, of course.” Shawn stammered, “I don’t really know what’s good here, and I can’t really read the menu,” He says, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Ahh. I’m assuming you want me to tell you?” you question. 

“If that’s what you want, then sure. Tell me what’s good here.” Shawn spoke as he leaned forward on the table, leaning his head on his hand. He watched as you twirled the pen between your fingers. You were mesmerizing to him. You had an aura that was carefree yet so captivating. 

“What do you like?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Something sweet,” Shawn spoke, “like you,” he continued with a speck of confidence.

“Oh. I see.” You hesitate to laugh. 

“Sorry, was that a bit much?” He asked as his confidence crumbled. 

“Yeah, it was a little cheesy,” You reply, tapping the notepad with your pen. 

“Right.” Shawn’s could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. 

“You still want something sweet?” You asked. He perked up as he sensed remnants of a flirty subtext.  “On the menu, I mean.” You clarify, now just as flustered as Shawn was just a moment ago. 

“Yeah for sure. Maybe a brownie?” he fumbled with the menu once more, hoping that he’d ordered something that was an actual option. 

“Anything else?” You ask keeping your eyes on the notepad as you scribble Shawn’s order. 

“A cup of coffee,” Shawn took a deep breath in, “And your number?” he exhaled, squinting slightly to gauge your reaction. Your pen halts as your eyes pan to his. 

“Uh, coming right up.” You tilt your head before making your way back to the counter.  

Shawn sighed deeply once you were out of sight. He hadn’t realized that he wasn’t breathing properly until you’d left, leaving him to stew in his own embarrassment. He’d never behaved so awkwardly in his life, and yet you didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He could’ve chalked it up to your food service hospitality, but he sensed a glint of something unfamiliar in your eyes. She was charmed, he thought to himself.  

***

“Your order, sir.” You carefully place the coffee in front of Shawn before positioning the brownie a bit off to the side. The smell of fresh cocoa from the brownie melted his senses as he eyed the careful foam art floating on top of his coffee. He’d definitely have to visit again. 

“Shawn,” he said, “Mendes. Shawn Mendes.” He continued, placing his hand on his chest briefly. He watched her carefully in hopes that she’d recognized his name. 

“Already skipping the formalities?” You say as you wipe your hands on your apron. 

“Sure are.” He replies, “You don’t have a name tag?” He asked, eyeing the spot on your shirt where your name tag should be. 

“Yeah,” You took a quick look down at your uniform and shrugged, “It keeps me mysterious,” You continued. 

“Mysterious. That’s cool.” Shawn nods once, pursing his lips.  

“Very,” you reply, glancing around the cafe briefly. 

“Do I get to know your name?” Shawn said as you began to walk away. 

“But then what would happen to the mystery?” You quipped before disappearing behind the counter once again. 

The soft music tangled with the saccharine aroma of the coffee. He closed his eyes, as he revelled in the serene atmosphere of the empty cafe. There were no fans to bombard him, and no cameras to observe him. Nobody to perform for, or to pretend for. Just him, a cup of coffee, a brownie, and a girl who made his heart spring. 

Shawn scrolled through his phone as he gradually made his way through the honeyed meal. He watched his DMs flood full of Instagram models and influencers, but none of them compared to the waitress whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Here’s your bill, Shawn.” You lay the piece of paper in front of Shawn’s empty cup, and crumb-filled plate. 

“Thank you.” He looks up with a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “So, when can I get your number?” He asks. 

“It’ll be a surprise.” you shrug.

“So, are you always working here?” Shawn asks as you’re about to walk away once again. 

“I work on weekends if that’s what you’re asking” you reply, “Is there a reason why you need to know, Shawn?” you asked.

“Well, I’m only here this week for my concert, so-”

“You’re gonna try to woo me over during the short period of time you’re here?” You squint your eyes at him.

“Precisely,” He quipped.

“Well, you’re very persistent, Shawn.”

“I usually am.” Shawn knew that wasn’t true. Truthfully, he was always nervous whenever he had to speak to a girl he was fond of. He was already quite introverted as is, and speaking to you made him feel like he had frogs in his throat. 

“Charming. Well, we’ll see how your quest goes,” you laugh.

“When do you get off work?” he asked.

“Later tonight,” you said. 

“Then, I’ll be waiting right here.” Shawn folds his hands together, placing them on the table.

“Of course, you will, Prince Charming,” you raise your eyebrows in amusement as you lean over to collect the empty cup and plate.

“Does that make you my Cinderella?” he asked.

“I see the wooing has begun. Too bad I have to get back to my shift,” you turn, leaving him with the bill. 

Shawn grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, paying for the bill before texting his manager that he might be back a little later than expected.

“Excuse me? Are you Shawn?” A man with bulky glasses and a thick accent approached the table with a stone-cold expression. 

“Yes, I am.” Shawn’s back straightened instinctively as he felt himself start to tense.

“Well, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” He gestures to the door and sends a single nod of his head in Shawn’s direction. 

“Pardon?” Shawn locks his phone, placing it on the table. 

“Well, it seems that your excessive flirting with one of our employees has made her quite uncomfortable, to say the least,” The man explains. Shawn looks down and notices the similarities between the man uniform and the waitress’s uniform. He also notices the name tag sitting neatly on the man’s black shirt. 

“What?” Shawn’s eyebrows furrow together. He was hoping that he’d misheard due to the man’s accent.

“You asked for her number, what days she worked, what time she gets off, and then said that you would stay until she was done working. I mean, that’s a bit much don’t you think, sir?” The man folded his arms as his face remained stoic. 

“I was just trying to-” Shawn hesitates to explain. He knew that he was awkward and nervous at times, but he didn’t expect that he could misread a situation so incorrectly. 

“It doesn’t matter what you were trying to do. It very clearly did not work,” The man said. His gaze bores into Shawn’s. The longer the man stared, the more Shawn felt his own composure falter. “Will you be leaving?” The man asked. Shawn snaps out of his fear-induced trance, scrambling for his phone as he shoves his wallet into his back pocket.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I’ll get going. Tell her I’m sorry about all of that.” Shawn’s hands flail wildly as he tries to explain while struggling to get out of his seat. 

“Thank you for visiting our coffee shop. You probably shouldn’t come back.” The man pats Shawn’s back as he escorts him out of the cafe. 

“Yeah, uh… yeah, thank you for the experience,” He mumbled. 

Shawn left the shop with a belly full of coffee, a half-eaten brownie, and the urge to throw it all up.

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You're Perfectly Wrong For Me-Matty Healy x f!reader

Part 3 (final part) based on 'Perfectly Wrong' by Shawn Mendes.

A/N: Well, final part guysss...I hope you like it!!! Thanks for reading this mini miniseries ♥♥

Warnings: 18+ minos pleaseee don't interact, swearing, hurt feelings, cheating,divorce, typos.

Word count: 7.1 K (including lyrics)

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“Did you stop loving me?” 

“Matty.”

“Because I don’t think I function without loving you.”

“This is not funny.” she tried to push back, away from him. Although, Matty was adamant about not letting her go. “All what I said and you just-” 

His lips crushing against hers, shutting his lover up in the sweetest way possible. Matty held the back of her head, pressing her mouth against his. The singer tried to pour into the kiss everything he was uncapable to tell her. Just how much she meant to him, how much he loved her, and how what they had was forever.

Taste the poison from your lips

Lately, we're as good as gone

Oh, our love is drunk and it's

Singin' me my favorite song

Matty felt her hands on his chest. At first, it felt good until she started to detach herself from him. She took half a step back, staring into his eyes. He stood there, waiting for her. Y/n’s sight was disoriented, her body was hot all over as if his touch woke her from inside out. 

“This is wrong.” Y/n said every word with a forced intention. Why it was wrong but felt so right?

The singer pushed her softly into his body again, his forehead resting on hers. He was dying to kiss her once more and never stop. Matty wanted her like he never wanted anyone before. They were perfect, they fit perfectly. Y/n’s body shook due to a shiver taking dominance of it. She reacted to his touch, and Matty grew obsessed with that. 

“Sweets, please.” he begged.

“Don’t makes this- Don’t complicate my life, Matty.” she tried again, however her pleading wasn’t strong enough. She wanted to be in his arms, kissing his soft lips, even though deep down she knew she couldn’t do this to Caleb. 

“I’m not doing that. I want you, and you want me.”

Y/n looked between his soft brown eyes, trying to decide what she wanted. Matty waited, even patiently, because nothing had real meaning if she didn’t want him the same way. He was sure she did, although she had to choose for herself. 

Her hands found the back of his head, bringing him closer, crushing their lips in a messy kiss, teeth crushing a little. They were not stopping. Matty moaned into her mouth, while his hands found the small of her back, making her body arched closer and her hands travel all the way up to his hair. 

Matty took his time kissing Y/n with intention, he didn’t want to stop anytime soon. She was finally between his arms. His dreaming coming true after so long.

“Jump.” he mumbled into her lips.

Y/n opened her eyes, without detaching her lips from his. “What?”

“We’re not fuckin’ for the first time on your couch.” 

“Matty-” she protested. The idea of having sex on the bed she shared with Caleb was sinful. His kisses were sinful enough, she couldn’t do that to Caleb. 

****

Y/n fell graciously on her bed, Matty meeting her closely before. It felt like the kiss never ended, at the same time his soft lips were all around her body, his hands too. Y/n let a moan escape her mouth when Matty pushed his clothed cock into her barely dressed centre. Matty swallowed the sounds she was making, pressing his mouth into hers harder. At the same time, his hands started to travel from the hem of her shirt all the way up, reaching her soft mounds. 

“Can I take it off?” he asked, staring into her eyes. Y/n nodded eagerly. 

Matty cursed under his breath when Y/n rested before him without her top on. He tried to keep his patience, tugging on her shorts. Matty wanted to see all of her. He wanted all of Y/n.

“What about this?” 

“Please, Matty.” she said, reaching for his biceps. Y/n felt cold without his touch, with him pressing her body down onto the mattress. 

After a short team work, Y/n was naked in front of Matty. He took a minute to admire her beautiful body. Matty felt under a trance, touching the outer side of her tight because he didn’t want to stay far from her, from her warmth. 

“Your turn.” Y/n smiled at him, Matty’s heart skipping a bit. She was perfect. 

Both of them laughed due to Matty’s action trying to get his clothes off faster but failing. His shirt got stucked between his shoulders and head. Y/n chuckled, helping him. 

Once every piece of cloths was on the floor. They stared into each other's eyes. That was it. 

“Hi.” Y/n caressed his stubble. 

“Hello, sweets.” 

Their noses meeting in the middle, caressing the other softly. The strong feeling bubbling inside her heart made Y/n close her eyes, enjoying him close. Matty pushed the woman back until she was fully lying down again. 

Y/n trapped his body between her arms and legs, going around his shoulders and hips. Matty hissed when his cock came in contact with her wet centre. He groaned, feeling how ready she was for him.

“Matty, please. I need you.” she whispered. 

“Do you have a condom?” 

“No.”

“Shit, sweets.” Matty was ready to pull back, respecting her.

Y/n reassured him quickly, “It’s alright. I’m on the pill, please.” Y/n sneaked a hand between their bodies, searching for his hard dick. 

Matty lowered his body an inch closer, feeling her hand around him, “Fuck-”

“Matty!” Y/n cried, bringing his cock closer to her cunt.

“I should-” he was stuttering, Y/n’s pupils delated, knowing she had that power over him was intoxicating. “I should eat-” 

“Sh, sh…” Y/n reassured him, feeling his tip pushing inside her. “We have all night.” she added, making his heart explode. The possibility of having her again like that…

Matty crushed on top of her when she was around him completely, his cock buried inside her, his essence taking over his senses. Y/n arched her back, feeling him impossibly closer. 

“Are you okay, sweets?” 

“Yes, Matty. You feel so good.” her hips pushing forward. “Please move.” she asked, digging her nails on his biceps. Somehow, the sharp pain added to Matty’s pleasure.

Matty started slowly pushing his hips back, until his eyes fell on half of his dick out of her, just then he pushed forward again. Y/n moaned his name again and again. Quickly, Matty found a rhythm that worked for both of them. His eyes were focus, all the time, on her eyes half opened with pleasure. He was the cause of Y/n’s pleasure, no one else.

Y/n whined when Matty pinched her right nipple, bringing her orgasm closer and closer. She could felt the sensation numbing her legs, meanwhile Matty crushed his hips repeatedly against hers. 

“Matty, I’m-”

“I know, sweets. Let go. Come for me, sweets.” 

The mixture of him finally inside her, the sensations only him brought out of her body, and the addition of the nickname threw her over the cliff. Y/n exploded into pieces, tightening her grip around Matty, who continued until his released washed over his body.

Matty rested his tired body on top of Y/n’s, feeling for the first time in forever he was once again complete with her closer to him. 

Me and you, we were made to break

I know the truth, but it's much too late

Y/n fell asleep shortly after she returned from the bathroom. She tried to stay awake, keeping the conversation going, although she was tired. Matty held her hand closer, letting it rest, palm open, on top of his ‘true love’ chest tattoo. 

He heard her breath deeply while he mindlessly touched her skin softly. Matty didn’t want to sleep, he wanted to memorize everything about her resting beside him. 

Right there, watching her peaceful face, Matty decided he was going to divorce Nathalie. He had to, he had been thinking about Y/n and about leaving Nathalie for quite a while. 

His thoughts were interrupted by her, moving her entire body closer. Matty felt his heart skip a beat thinking Y/n, even asleep, searched for him. He dared to leave a sweet kiss on her head, gaining a soft hummed.

You're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard to leave

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

You're perfectly wrong for me

All the stars in the sky could see

Why you're perfectly wrong for me

The singer watched the wine dancing inside his glass, deep into thoughts. It was probably one of the last dinners he was spending at his in laws. He had talked with Nathalie a few days after his night with Y/n, although he didn’t mention that as the reason that pushed him to make the final decision. Nathalie put a fight for him, for their marriage, but Matty wasn’t having it. He was sure, he wasn’t changing his mind. 

Matty had been living in a rented flat that by chance was closer to Y/n’s house. Even though it was a big coincidence, it was crucial for him. He wanted to be closer, he needed to feel she wasn’t far, even when they didn’t see each other for days. Knowing she was only a few blocks away reassured him. He was desperate for her at the time. 

Y/n’s laugh talking with Caleb’s mother took Matty out of his daydreaming. He let his eyes roam around her form. When she arrived, she spared him a quick look and a quiet ‘hello’. They haven’t seen or talk to each other since that night, a week went by and even though Matty craved more, he was content she didn’t ignore him. She looked as breathtaking as ever. Images of their night together were playing in his head when she looked back at him for a second. He just stared, drinking his wine and cleaning his lips with the tip of his tongue.

******

Matty heard a knock on the bathroom door. He opened it without thinking too much about it. Sooner, Matty found himself smiling when he realized Y/n was at the other side.

“Um, can I use the bathroom?” she asked, rather shyly.

“Come in.” Matty said. He didn’t move a muscle, he stood there daring her with a smirk. 

Y/n looked between his cheeky eyes and the end of the hall, expecting –praying— no one showed up. 

“Matty, please get out.”

“I haven’t finished here.”

“I’ll wait then.” Y/n said, turning to rest her back on the wall.

Matty was quicker. He brought her body inside the bathroom, to then close the door as gentle as he could. Y/n felt the singer pressed his body on hers –chest to chest– while her back touched the wood on the bathroom’s door. His lips hovering over hers, millimetres apart; her hands on his chest, like that night when she was trying to push him away.

“Please-” she moaned.

Matty caressed the skin of her neck, gripping her throat a little. “Please what, sweets?” he titled his head, staring down into her lips, wetting his own slowly. Y/n felt entranced by his actions.

“We-”

Y/n couldn’t speak when his thigh sneaked between her legs, the material of his jeans adding pressure into her clothed clit directly. Y/n was wearing – a short– summer dress that drove Matty insane, the end of it danced between her legs every time she moved around the table. 

“Tell me what you want, sweets.” Matty had his lips brushing hers, swallowing her words and whimpers. His knee never stopped moving on her clit.

“Matty, we can’t.” she managed to say, enjoying waves of pleasure.

He didn’t listen, he continued bringing moans out of her mouth. “I can’t stop thinking about you, sweets.” he admitted. It was the truth. 

“Matty.”

“Have you thought about me? Fucking that pretty cunt?” memories of their night together flashing through her closed eyes. 

She moaned as a reply.

“Have you thought about me when he fucks you?” 

Her eyes snapped open, thinking about her actual boyfriend. “We haven’t had sex.” she admitted, blushing. The comment ignited something inside Matty. He was his last lover. 

“Oh, sweets.” 

Matty pressed finally his mouth on hers. He retreated his thigh enough, so his right hand sneaked under her dress, grabbing a handful of her underwear. Matty ripped the laced material, burning slightly her skin. The remnant went directly into his pocket. 

Y/n yelped when she felt his calloused hands touching slowly her bud, testing her. To say she was ready was an understatement. Matty moaned into the skin of his neck. He felt the urge to left hickies but stopped because of the possible consequences for her. 

Before she could grab her head around it all, Matty pushed her up and into the counter of the fancy bathroom. He pushed his body between her legs, widening the space, making enough room for him. 

Matty surprised her, kneeling down into the cold floor. He didn’t outer a single word before pressing the tip of his tongue on her clit. Y/n had to shut herself up, pressing the palm of her hand hard on her mouth. The sensation travelling from her core to every nerve around her body.

The singer kept teasing and licking for a few minutes, until Y/n felt the flat part of her tongue working between her entrance and bud. Y/n was getting closer to the edge. That never happened so fast before. Caleb refused to go down on her, and her past lovers were a distant memory. 

Y/n held the back of his head, forcing him to stay just there, his face buried in her cunt. The woman witnessed how her hips pushed up from the counter, grinding mindlessly into Matty’s face. He didn’t complain, he wanted to be there, exactly like that. 

“Matty-” she whined, chocking on her words.

The addressed man pushed his head back, looking up at her. His cheek went to rest on her thigh, “Yes, sweets?” Y/n noticed her juices dripping from his mouth and chin. The erotic picture in front of her made Y/n threw her head back, feeling a new wave of pleasure even when he wasn’t doing much.

Matty kissed all the way from her legs until he reached up to her lips once more. It felt sinful to taste herself on his mouth.  

Y/n brought him closer, tugging on his belt. 

The pace was rapid once Matty was buried deep inside her. The mixture of him reading her like his favourite book –perfectly, and the fact that they had little time before someone started asking questions about where they were. Even though Matty wanted to be selfish, he prayed for more time with her slamming his hips into Y/n reaching his climax. 

****

“This can’t happen again, Matty.” Y/n stated, rearranging her clothes. 

Matty hummed, brushing her hair back over Y/n’s shoulder, once he was fully dressed. “Fine.”

“I mean it.” she stared into his hazelnut gaze. Matty nodded, trying to contain his laugh bubbling inside his chest. He leaned forward, kissing her lips slowly. Y/n let him since it was the last time.

“I said, fine, sweets. Go, return to your boytoy.” he teased her.

Y/n hated his tone, his smirk. He had no right. Matty had no right to make her feel the mix of feelings inside her mind, making her doubt everything she had stood for years now. Above all, he had no right to speak about Caleb like that. She had her opinions about Nathalie, although she kept her mouth very sealed. 

“Your wife is waiting too.” her words full of anger. 

Matty watched her walked down the hall, thinking: ‘If you knew, sweets’.

Oh, you know how much it hurts

Every time you say you hate me

But when we're makin' love, you make it worth it

Can't believe the places that you take me

It was late, but not that late. Despise how late or early, she shouldn’t be thinking about him, his lips, his touch. Matty was a constant on her mind. 

Two more weeks went by without contact, without bumping into each other because Caleb and Nathalie’s parent were out of town. Two full weeks of missing his eyes on her or his lips. Matty inside her. Y/n groaned into her pillow. 

She should be sleeping or missing her boyfriend –Caleb was away once again. Nevertheless, Y/n didn’t miss him a bit, not Caleb. Y/n craved Matty, no her actual boyfriend. 

It was highly possible that if she called Matty, he was going to run to her house and they would get on it quickly. Y/n wanted it to happen, but it was wrong. She even told Matty they shouldn’t. The singer was respecting her boundaries when all she wanted was him to break them all and have him.

Y/n rolled around, taking her phone from her bedside table. A goodnight text from Caleb she ignored, no messages from Matty. She scrolled all the way down, finding Matty’s contact between the ones at the bottom of her list. The last conversation they had was months ago and she didn’t reply. It was a short text, a statement. ‘I miss you, sweetheart x’. She remembered the itch she felt, how much she wanted to reply but finally didn’t.

She was missing him at the moment. 

Y/n: ‘I miss you too xxx’ 

Y/n stared into the written message, she waited for a second and a burst of confidence made her send it. The phone flew around the bed, landing on Caleb’s side. ‘What if he didn’t reply?’ 

The answer came two minutes after. Her phone vibrate. Y/n launched herself towards Caleb’s side, searching for the device between the sheets.

Matty: Sweets?

She opened the text but didn’t reply. The realization of her actions hitting her hard. Y/n rested her back on the headboard, anxiously biting her nails. Her phone buzzing again, but for more time, brought her back. Matty was calling.

“Hello.” she answered, unsure of her voice.

“Hi, sweets. Are you alright?” he was genuinely worried. 

“Yes.”

Matty knew something else was happening to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you busy?” 

Y/n closed her eyes tight, cringing visibly, even though she was alone and Matty couldn’t see her.

“Never for you, sweetheart. You know that.”

“Can- Can you come?”

“To your house?” Matty was stunned.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?” 

The echo of the voices of others coming from behind Matty made her think he was busy or enjoying his night with someone else. 

Quickly she retracted, “Right, this is a bad idea. I’m so-”

Matty cut her short. “I just finished the show. I’ll be there in fifteen. Okay, sweets?” 

“Okay.”

“See you soon, sweets.”

Y/n slipped until she was lying down on her bed, keeping the phone closer to her chest. Matty was coming. Y/n squealed like a teenager.

*****

Matty looked how she showed up from behind the front door after he knocked. Shortly after, he ran to her. His lips being pulled to hers like a magnet. Y/n felt him holding her jaw with one hand and with the other the back of her head, tugging on her loose hair, making her moan. Y/n walked backwards, bringing him with her, slamming the door shut. 

There's no use, we were made to break

I know the truth, and it's much too late

His curls were long, she knew he refused to trim them, and Y/n could live with that. He was perfect, as always, although with time he was becoming the best version of himself. Watching grow into the man he was at the time filled her body with pride.

Matty shifted, still fast asleep, throwing his right arm around her waist. He moaned, feeling his warm skin against hers, and continued sleeping. Y/n didn’t dare to move a muscle. 

‘I love you’, the thought full of feelings, came to the front of her head. She did love him, she knew she had never stopped. ‘How could she?’ 

As sad as it might sound, she had feelings for Caleb but they never equalled what she felt with Matty, about Matty, for Matty. He was the one, as her pops said all those years back. Y/n scoffed softly, rolling her eyes to the back of her head, thinking about the old man. He would be out there judging their actions, at the same time he would be happy about seeing her content inside Matty’s arms. 

Y/n knew what they were doing was bad and they were going to hurt others. They couldn’t help it, though. She tried so hard to stay away from him, but every time she tried harder, the universe pulled Y/n closer to Matty. Maybe it was time to drop the fight, to let universe push her closer to Matty. With that idea roaming around her head, Y/n rested her head on his chest, falling asleep too. 

You're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard to leave

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Oh, you're perfectly wrong for me

All the stars in the sky could see

Why you're perfectly wrong for me

Matty and Y/n continued seeing each other behind everyone's backs. The dynamic during that month consisted of Matty coming around when Caleb had to travel for work, and if Y/n’s boyfriend was at home, she would throw an excuse and ran to Matty’s new flat.

The frontman felt complete, content after not only months, even years. He made her laugh, cooked for her, keep her satisfied and so much more. The way they finally found each other was wrong, yes, although Y/n and Matty understood the other and fit together better than anyone else. They spend entire nights just talking, not having sex. The turn of events wasn’t just about sexual encounters, it meant so much more for the couple. They were making the other happy in so many levels.

On the other hand, Caleb wasn’t dumb and started noticing Y/n’s change around him. All began with her refusing his caresses or kisses, but the alarms came on when she started to push him away when Caleb started something sexual with her. Y/n told him multiple times she was tired and even used the period card, alleging her cramps were terrible. They were drifting apart, Caleb hated it. 

Y/n was getting ready for a night with Matty. She lied saying she was going out with a coworker, Caleb believed her. 

Her boyfriend stared at her, watching Y/n get ready. He was mesmerized by her beauty. Meanwhile, Y/n worried about her outfit. She didn’t want to overdress because in reality they were going to dine at Matty’s flat and just spend the night together. Probably her dress would end on the floor as soon as she crossed the front door. Hopefully. 

Aside from that, Y/n wanted to look nice for Matty. Hence why, she chose a blood-red type of  dress; showing a good amount of cleavage and way shorter than she usually dressed like. Lace rested on her cleavage as well as on the hem of the dress. She felt good wearing it.

Caleb rounded her waist, while she combed her hair. Y/n couldn’t help reacting surprised by his action, slightly uncomfortable too.

“Why don’t you stay home, and we have fun?” he said suggestively into the skin of her neck.

“I wish, but she’s waiting for me.”

“I miss you, Y/n.” he whined. 

Y/n prevent herself from showing her true emotions because he was staring into her reflection in the bathroom’s mirror. She turned around, kissing the corner of his lips –purposely avoiding his lips.

“I know, I’m sorry.” because she was, deep down she was. “Well, I have to leave now. Don’t wait for me. I’ll probably crash at her place, okay?” Y/n informed her boyfriend, grabbing her bag and storming out.

“Oh, okay.” his words didn’t reach her.

Caleb stood at the top of the stairs, hearing the sound of the front door after Y/n left.

****

Y/n pressed the doorbell, with her heart buzzing inside her ribcage. She couldn’t wait for his reaction. Matty opened his door, going to greet Y/n, but his words got stucked on his throat.

The dress hugged her attributes better than any dress he saw her wear during the long years Matty knew Y/n. His sight went from stunned to starved into seconds. 

“Sweets-” he breathed out. His lower tone going directly to her pulsing bud between her legs. 

Y/n pushed him inside, kissing him hard after she closed the door. 

“Hi.” she smirked. 

Matty took her hands, lifting her arms into the air. “Let me see you.” he said, in trance with her. Y/n chuckled watching his eyes devouring her with only his eyes. “Are you real?”

“Matty!”

“You’re so pretty, sweets.” he dropped her arms, going for a hug. 

“Do you like the dress, then?”

***

After they ate the nice dinner that Matty made for her specially, feeling the confidence a few glasses of red gave her, Y/n guided Matty towards his room. 

Matty sat on the edge of his bed, watching how Y/n smiled down at him. She left a peck on his lips, taking a few steps back. 

The red dressed fell on Matty’s bedroom floor shortly after. 

His eyes travel all the way from her head to her feet, “Y/n.” Matty brought a hand to palm himself through his trousers. 

“Don’t you like it? I brought it for you.” Y/n planted her body closer to his, standing between his legs. 

Matty didn’t reply, his mind fogged, sensing Y/n’s lips on his skin. His lover kissed the lobe of 

his right ear, travelling down, leaving some more on the skin of his neck. The mix of his cologne and his cigarettes driving her insane.

Y/n kneeled on the floor, between his legs, with her sight fixed on the bulge forming. She untucked his shirt, unbuttoning the last few buttons she didn’t undo meanwhile they chatted on the couch after dinner. 

“Jesus, Y/n.” Matty exclaimed, feeling a wave of freedom, moaning her name loud. Y/n let her mouth kiss, lick, and even bite all around his chest. Matty was his to mark, and the idea brought pleasure to her veins. 

She looked into his eyes, biting her lip visibly, when her hands untucked his belt, proceeding to unzip his pants and sneaking her hand under his boxers. Matty hissed, feeling her hand on his dick. He threw his head back, supporting his body up with only one hand behind his back on the mattress. Matty clenched the sheets harder, excited, thinking what she was going to do. 

Y/n didn’t wait to push his clothes away, she wasn’t going to waste time on that. The sight of his lover licking her own palm and starting to pump him, bashed Matty hard. He moaned her name again. 

“Do you like that, baby?” she asked, knowing the answer. On the other hand, Matty couldn’t reply, feeling her mouth on one side of his dick and her hand on the other working on his length. 

“Y/n!” 

She didn’t stop, instead Y/n rounded his tip inside her wet mouth. Matty pushed his torso forward, Y/n’s forehead coming in contact with his lower abdomen. He nestled a hand on the back of her head, feeling Y/n’s mouth sink lower and lower. 

“Sweets, please.” Matty couldn’t help pushing up his hips to meet her warm mouth. 

The tip of her tongue contacted a point below the head of his cock, pushing him over the edge. Matty came inside Y/n’s mouth with a loud groan. The force of his climax send his body backwards until his back rested on the bed. Y/n helped him surfed his orgasm until his entire body stopped shaking. 

Matty had his eyes closed when Y/n threw her legs around him, straddling Matty’s upper torso. 

“Matty?” she giggled, resting her hands on his chest.

“Mhm.”

“Are you alive?” Y/n joked. Matty opened one of his eyes, staring at her, to then close it again. 

Y/n yelped when her body met the fluffy surface of his bed, being pushed down by Matty’s weight. 

“I’m in love with your mouth, sweets.”

“Only my mouth, ha?”

“I’m in love with you, sweets.” Matty admitted. Up to that moment, they already said it so many times, even though she would never get used to hear him say them back. Never.

“Fuck me, please.” Y/n begged, bucking her hips up. 

Matty smiled wide, lowering the lace hiding her chest from his eyes. He glanced at her one time before closing his mouth around her nipple, humming. 

*****

“Are you staying?” Matty asked, caressing the skin of her back.

Y/n’s cheek was on his chest, Matty’s arms around her. He ran his free hand through her locks.

“Mhm.” she mumbled.

Matty laughed, “Good.”

“Good.” 

Y/n lifted her head. Matty noticed her eyelids hanging heavy on her beautiful eyes and her tired movements when she went for a goodnight kiss, before she crushed again on his chest, content. 

Oh, and why can't I quit

When you break my heart open?

I need you more than I know, oh

And I can't resist

When you're up against my skin

I never wanna let you go

Y/n walked in her tiptoes, trying not to wake him up so soon. She wanted to retribute his gesture from the night before. Matty cooked her a nice dinner, she was going to cook breakfast for two then.

The woman was humming a tune she couldn’t quite place, turning around the kitchen area, waiting for the kettle and the electric toaster; when her eyes fell on a chunk of papers. 

It was rude Y/n was snooping into someone else's business –into Matty’s business– but she wanted to know and she was bored. Y/n was shocked when she understood those were a divorce form.

“Mornin’” Matty greeted Y/n, hugging her from behind. Y/n didn’t startle, on the contrary, she relaxed into his embrace.

“Hey.” Y/n replied, caressing his hand resting on her stomach. “What’s this?” Matty looked over her shoulder.

“What you think that is.” he simply responded. “The divorce papers, sweets.” Matty kissed her shoulder over the material of his shirt. Matty rocked her from side to side slowly, relaxed as if he was talking about the weather or something with zero importance. Y/n couldn’t retribute the feeling.

“You really are leaving her?” she heard her voice as if belonged to someone else. 

“Y/n, we talked about it. Yes, I already left her… months ago.” Matty made her turn. “What’s the matter?” he asked, searching for her eyes. 

“It’s because…” she tried to ask.

Matty smiled at her. “Partially yes, sweets.”

“Could you stop with the nickname for a minute and be serious?” she’s annoyed he’s not taking it seriously. 

“Hey, hey.” the singer pecked her lips. “Talk to me.” he urged her.

“I can’t. This is too much, Matty. I-” 

“Y/n, there’s no point of me being married to her when I love you.” Matty’s words were meant to calm her down, but they had the opposite effect. Y/n closed her eyes, trying to shield herself from him for at least a second.

“Are you expecting me to leave Caleb?” she inquired him, after a short silence.

Matty took a second to reply. “Yes, I expect that.” Y/n moved away, huffing. “But I’m not pushing you to do it. I’d have you no matter how, Y/n.”

Y/n forgot the breakfast going to Matty’s bedroom. She took her clothes from the floor, putting them back on. Matty stared at her from the door. 

“‘m not leaving Caleb.” she stated. 

“Okay.” he exuded a calm she envied. 

“I should go.”

Y/n passed by Matty, going directly to the front door.

“Sweets-”  Matty followed hot on her heels.

The nickname made her stop and turned around. Matty looked so good that morning, she wanted nothing more to stay and spend the rest of her day with him, although she needed space. 

“I need to think, okay? I’ll- I’m going to call you later.” she walked closer, taking his face to kiss him. The kiss bittersweet for both of them.

Matty watched her go, resting his head on the door once he was left alone inside the flat. 

You're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard for me

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me, mm

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Hate that you know that I won't leave

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Another Sunday spend –wasted, if you asked Matty or Y/n– at Nathalie and Caleb’s house. Y/n started chewing on the meat Caleb’s father put on her plate, almost chocking on it when her boyfriend spoke. 

“Is Matty on tour again?” Caleb asked his sister. 

“No.” it was Nathalie who chocked this time. She started crying right away. 

“Caleb, I think you should drop the subj-” his mother interrupted the questionary. 

Y/n started to feel uncomfortable. She hadn’t talked much with Matty for a few days after their last encounter, a few texts checking how the other were doing –mostly from Matty to Y/n– no more. So, the girl knew very little about him and Nathalie or even about the divorce papers that hunted her day and night. 

“It’s fine, he was going to find out sooner or later.” Nathalie said. 

“What happened?” Caleb dropped his silver wear, staring at her with his eyes wide. 

“He left me. We signed the paper for the divorce.” she finally explained. Y/n wanted to sink on her chair, disappeared from the room, anything apart from hearing her words. 

“What?! Why?” Nathalie’s brother was furious. 

Nathalie took a deep breath and explained, “We were having troubles, and I think he’s in love with someone else.” Y/n stared into her hands resting on her lap, but Nathalie’s piercing eyes were on her, she could feel it. Y/n didn’t dare to look up. 

“What a fucking arsehole he is.” Caleb went on and on about Matty, until Nathalie’s face gave all of them –except her brother—  the sign that she didn’t want to hear more about her ex-husband.

Nicholas, Caleb’s father, took a grip of Nathalie’s hand. “Let’s talk about something else, shall we?” his voice sympathetic with his daughter’s sorrow.

“Did you know about this?” Caleb turned to look at Y/n. Sensing all the eyes on her made Y/n felt under an intense interrogatory. 

Caleb’s girlfriend travelled from Nathalie, Nicholas, and Amanda’s eyes until they returned to Caleb’s. 

“No, I didn’t.” the lie came quickly. “I’m sorry.” she turned to say directly to Nathalie. The woman stared back, almost daring her to say the truth. Y/n moved her eyes to Amanda, agreeing with her,  “I agree we should change the subject.” 

***

Y/n thought she would be capable to relax once they were back home, even though when they left Caleb’s parent’s house, he picked up Nathalie and Matty’s divorce and continued throwing dirt to Matty. Y/n waked inside the kitchen, trying to scape him, but Caleb followed her. 

“I still can’t believe about Matty and Nath.” he said for the hundred time in half an hour. 

Y/n groaned, “Caleb, I really don’t want to talk about it.” however, he was deep into his own head to listen.

“I knew he was a twat. Always knew.” Caleb threw his hands up, showing innocence. His words started to rubbed her up the wrong way. Y/n went from tired to angry. “He never treated her right.”

Y/n scoffed loud. Caleb looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time in hours. 

“What?”

“He treated her like a queen. I get it, you’re angry…but maybe you-” Y/n corrected her words quickly. “We don’t have all the information. We really don’t know what happened between them.” Although she knew everything –apart from the papers and then signing them– Matty had told her about it all.

“I don’t need all of it to know he’s a proper cunt.” Caleb stood a few feet away from her, with his arms folded. He wasn’t taking her opinion.

“That’s enough, Caleb. You’re talking about my best friend.” Y/n wanted that conversation finished. “You know nothing about Matty, so stop talking shit, please.”

Finally, Caleb shut up, but it wasn’t for long. He studied her completely and spoke again.

“Fuck, you’re still in love with him.” there wasn’t room for doubt in his words. Y/n didn’t feel anything for a second, she just stood in the middle of their kitchen. Caleb laughed at her. “I can’t believe it.” he clapped his hands together. “Actually I can. I get it now.” 

“What are you talking about?” Y/n snap, hating his tone. 

“You think I’m an idiot, don’t ya? I saw the loving stares and all the shit going between you two.” Y/n feared for a second, Matty and her were very careful after the bathroom encounter.

“Caleb, what are you talking about?”

“You never stopped loving him.” Her boyfriend stood up trying to look taller, asking, “Tell me you’re not in love with him. C’mon, tell me.” he dared her.

Y/n scoffed, “You’re insane. I’m not having this conversation when you’re acting this way.” she said, walking away –again. 

Neither this time he received the memo, following her around the house, “Deny it, Y/n.” 

“You’re being a jerk. I should’ve never-” Y/n reached the bottom of the stairs facing the door. 

“Say it!” Caleb screaming, scared her a little, although she shouted back. She was done with him and his accusations. Yes, he knew about her past love for Matty, that didn’t give him the right to throw it into her face.

“Yes, fuck!! Of course I love him!! I’ll love him the rest of my life. Happy?” Y/n gave him her back, walking up the stairs.

Y/n thought he was going to chase her or shout something, he didn’t. Caleb spoke and his question cut her deep.

His voice dropped a few octaves,  “Do you love me, Y/n? Did you ever love me?” 

The air was tense around them. Y/n took a big breath, turning to look down at him. His factions scared something deep inside her. Caleb was her safe ground after Matty, after dealing with her feelings. The lost of that security terrified Y/n. 

She walked down the stairs, “I do, I did, Caleb.”  

Caleb’s face changed again so soon. Y/n felt like she didn’t know who the person standing a few meters from her was. He scoffed after hearing her words. He didn’t believe her, he was cynical and Y/n sensed the Caleb she knew was a farce.

His voice sounded harsh when he told Y/n, “You two are perfect for each other. You two deserve the other as the scum you two are.” 

Y/n’s heart crushed into thousands of pieces. She swallowed thick, feeling how her blood started to boil inside her veins. 

“You know what? Yes, we are.” she finally stated. 

They were perfect for each other, and she couldn’t wait to find Matty as soon as possible.

“Go, run to your lover, Y/n.”

“Yes, I will.” Y/n trotted towards the door, and before she closed it behind it, she added, “But before that. You’ll fall from your high moral horse, Mr. Perfect.” Y/n slammed the door shut, leaving Caleb behind. 

Oh

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard for me

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me, yeah

Oh, you're perfectly wrong for me

Hate that you know that I won't leave

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

Y/n knocked and knocked on Matty’s door for what felt like years without end. She was so frustrated he wasn’t answering when she needed him. Y/n knew she could call him, but maybe he was busy. 

The doorman of Matty’s building let her in because up to that point he knew her, maybe he believed they were a couple or something. Y/n went all the way up on the lift thinking about how she was going to tell Matty everything and kiss him. They were finally free. So, when he didn’t answer right away and after all her tries, Y/n started crying. 

She knew he wasn’t there, although she tried a few more times. Y/n lift her head from the door, starting to walk the short distance from the flat’s door to the lifts. The girl was so focused on where she could go, she had no one except Matty now. 

The doors opened slowly, Y/n looked up. Matty almost ran over her also deeply into his head. 

“Sweets?” Matty asked unsure, surprised she’s there, but also worried because her eyes were red, and some tears were streaming down her face. 

Y/n threw her arms around his neck, burying her face there. She started crying a bit more, this time due to happiness.

“Sweets, what’s wrong?” Matty tried. Y/n brought his face down, closer to her. He stopped her.

“Wait, wait…what’s going on?” he took her face between his hands.

Y/n smiled up, “You signed the papers.” 

“Again this? You saw the papers.” the man grew confused.

Y/n spoke again, “Nathalie told us.”

“Oh.”

She waited him to say something else, but the words tickled her enough to blurbed them out. 

“I left Caleb.” It was time for Matty to be surprised by her affirmations.

“What? For real? You actually-”

Y/n brought him again down, closer, “Yes, baby…he said I'm in love with you, and we’re perfect for each other.”

Matty couldn’t care less about Y/n’s boyfriend, ex-boyfriend words; he wanted her to tell him, “What do you think about that?”

“He’s right.” 

“Fuck, sweets.” Matty hugged her, lifting her body from the floor. Y/n laughed.  “I love you.” his words sincere. 

“‘I love you, Matty.” Y/n agreed with him, sealing the exchange of sweet words kissing him. 

[mendesblurb]

Our Souls Underwater

Shawn Mendes x female reader

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

Word count:~2.4k

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

//

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You will not feel like a boiling vegetable.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know me so well.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it the bubbles that finally persuaded you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What have both of you started?

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♥︎Always been you (2)♥︎

(Part 2 : Back to you )

A Chris evans x singer!malereader mini fic

Here part 1 !

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

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

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

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y/n's pov third person

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Who's there ?"

"Who"

"Who who ?

" What are you, an owl ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know"

Chris' pov third person

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" I love you my baby "

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

Chris sighed and took the call.

" Halo ?"

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

"How is he doing?"

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

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

Chris heard Sebastian sigh and he spoke again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know"

omniscient pov

"Y/N you come on stage in 3…!"

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

" 2...!"

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

" 1...!"

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

"Go Y/n to you!"

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

"How are you tonight Boston!!"

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

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

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

Took you like a shot

Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening

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

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

And every time we talk

Every single word builds up to this moment

And I gotta convince myself

I don't want it even though I do

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

You could break my heart in two

But when it heals, it beats for you

I know it's forward but it's true

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

I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to

When I'm lying close to someone else

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

If I could do it all again

I know I'd go back to you

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sir please I have to-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No problem! Thanks again Dan!"

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

"Finally!! Come and settle down!"

"Where is Y/n?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Go find him!" he whispered in her ear

"But I-"

Sebastian took his arm and pushed him out.

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

" I- Yeah what the hell !

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

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

"With pleasure Ms. Evans!"

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

[shawnsassymendes]

Jealous of Aladdin

a/n: i would like to start by thanking @shawncxlvins for helping me brainstorm this idea and for helping me with writing it. and @getalittlebit-nervous for helping out as well. i know this is catered to a small percentage of shawn’s fans here on tumblr but i feel like we all deserve to be represented. this is an arab!reader and im not including religion cuz we all know it gets complicated there. i will be using some arabic though but translation will included. i only know my experiences and my culture so please be kind. dl;dr

synopsis: shawn gets jealous of reader’s costar on the set of aladdin.

wc: 6.5k

{Masterlist in Bio}

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You thanked Shawn quietly when he opened the car door for you. Shawn was accompanying you to set today because you were slightly sick. He had come with you once or twice before but he always left early. He cleared his schedule completely to take care of you today.

You trudged onto the set of Aladdin with your hood up and your bag almost dragging behind you on the ground. The most graceful Princess Jasmine there ever was. The first person who came up to you was Naomi Scott, who played your handmaiden in the movie.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” She asked, putting her hand to your forehead.

“She’s got a stomach bug. Refused to stay home. Maybe you can convince her.” Shawn explained as he took the bag you were carrying off your shoulder.

“I’m fine. Besides we’re not filming many scenes with me this week. It’s mostly Mena and Will.” You mumbled.

“I mean, she’s kinda right?” Naomi winced.

“You’re useless.” Shawn scoffed jokingly.

“We’re being let go early today. She’s already here anyways.” Naomi defended herself.

“Mhm, whatever. Michael’s looking for you guys.” Shawn rolled his eyes and pointed to the man in question. “Hey, Will.” Shawn nodded towards Will Smith who was standing nearby. Never in a million years did Shawn think he would be on a first name basis with Will Smith, but there he was.

You and Naomi walked over to the costume designer where Mena was. You said hello to both of them and took the glittery purple vest Michael gave you to try on. Then Shawn saw you start laughing with Mena about something. That’s when things took a turn.

Michael’s station wasn’t too far away from Shawn, so he could hear you and Mena talking. But he understood none of it. 

You and Mena are both Arab. Granted, from different parts of the Middle East, but Arab nonetheless. Shawn hated the fact that you and Mena could connect in a way he never could with you. He winced when he thought of the only word he knew described his feelings. Jealousy. Shawn was jealous of Mena and he hated himself for it.

Will saw the wince and he knew what was going on in Shawn’s mind. “You ok, man?”

“What? Oh, uh yeah I’m fine. Just making sure y/n’s ok. With uh Mena over there.” Shawn motioned to where you were.

“I know them talking arabic together gets annoying at times, but you get used to it. At first whenever they laughed, I thought they were laughing at me.” Will laughed.

Shawn chuckled politely in response, even though he wasn’t really in the mood for jokes. “I just- I don’t know, man. I feel like I can’t compare to him.” Another wince graced Shawn’s features “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know why that came out.” Will Smith did not need to know about his insecurities in his relationship.

“Nah man, it’s alright. Talk to me. What’s going on?” Will put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. That was all Shawn needed to open the floodgates.

“I wish I could be like that for her. She got so excited when she knew Mena was cast. She told me it’s because she could finally have someone who could understand. And I want to be that for her. I want to be able to give her everything she needs. But I can’t do what he does.”

“Shawn, of course you can’t do what he does. What he’s doing for her comes from a background. A culture. A whole different type of living. It’s not something you can provide and will never be something you can provide. But that’s not a bad thing. It’s impossible to be able to give your significant other everything they need. It doesn’t make you a bad partner. What makes a good partner is being there for them when they need you. Sometimes, it’s not you who they need. You understand, son?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” Shawn shrugged, still not fully convinced. Will could see that his words wouldn’t be able to get to Shawn, but your words might.

“You just need to talk to her. Clear things up between you two.” Will gave Shawn a pat on the shoulder.

“I know. But it’s not the right time. She’s so busy nowadays. Being a Disney princess is harder than it looks.” Shawn chuckled.

Their conversation was cut short by you, Mena, and Naomi coming back towards them.

“Momken meyah, y/n?” Mena asked you with big puppy eyes. You groaned in response.

“Go get your own damn water, boy. Can’t you see she’s sick.” Will snapped at him. Mena’s eyes went wide again as he nodded and ran off to get himself some water.

“I thought you said you get used to it. You never said anything about learning it.” Shawn whispered to Will.

“Is that what I said? Must have been a slip of the tongue.”

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You and Naomi were filming a scene in the princess’s bedroom today. You always loved scenes with Naomi because she managed to make you laugh in every scene.

Whenever you looked over to find Shawn, you would see him talking to Mena. They were laughing way too much. At first you were glad they were finally getting along, but now it worried you.

When Guy Ritchie finally yelled cut and let you guys go for 15 minutes, you stalked over to where the two boys were. When they saw you coming towards them, they immediately stopped talking.

“You guys know it’s rude to gossip about someone when they can see you, right?” You raised an eyebrow at them.

“Gossiping? I have no clue what you mean by that.” Mena gasped.

“Yeah, y/n. We were just talking about a mutual friend of ours. I don’t think you know her.” Shawn said, stifling a giggle.

“Oh please do tell, what’s she like?” You said as you took a seat between them on the bench.

“She’s quite shy, I would say.” Shawn started.

“Until you get to know her, obviously. Then she kinda lets loose. Gets a little crazy, if you ask me.” Mena added.

“Very clumsy, too. The other say she tripped over thin air. Remember, Mena?” Shawn laughed and looked over at your costar who let out a howl of laughter.

“I did not! I swear there was a wire. It was the same color as the floor, I just didn’t see it.” You exclaimed.

“And that scene yesterday. When she was supposed jump off the roof.” Mena's laughter made him struggle to get the words out. “She landed face first between the two buildings.”

The scene that was filmed yesterday was of Aladdin and Jasmine as they ran from the guards in the outdoor market place. At one point you were supposed to jump from one roof to the next and end up standing upright next to Mena. You ended up falling face first between the two buildings. Everyone found it incredibly funny. When you filmed the scene again, they asked you to land in Mena’s lap. 

“I’m not going to sit here and be bullied. Excuse me, but I’m going to my trailer.” You huffed and got up to start your walk to the trailer.

“y/n! We were just kidding, come on! Don’t be a baby.” Mena called after you.

“No. I can’t forgive you two. You’ve broken my heart.” You yelled back dramatically, you turned to face them as you kept walking in the direction of your trailer with a hand held to your heart to feign sadness.

When you got out of the bathroom in your trailer, you saw Shawn sitting on your couch scrolling through his phone. You walked over and sat next to him.

“I’m glad you and Mena are getting along.” You smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek.

“He’s not so bad when you get to know him.” He smiled and pulled you onto his lap. You were wearing a dress so it rid up to your thighs in the process. You felt Shawn get hard against you within seconds. Shawn pressed a kiss to your jaw and trailed down the side of your neck. “Even taught me a few words.”

“Oh yeah, like what?”

“Habibti, he said it means my love.” Shawn reached your collarbone and went back up to your lips.

“It’s adorable when you say it.”

He pouted and furrowed his brows. “I was hoping it would be more than adorable.”

“Maybe if you could say it right.” You giggled as you sealed your lips around a spot on his neck and began forming a bruise, immediately shutting down any sort of response he had in mind. “What else did he teach you?”

“Albi. He didn’t tell me what that one meant.”

“It means my heart, it’s a term of endearment. But where I’m from, we say qalbi or galbi. Depends on who you’re talking to.” You explained, trying not to go into detail too much.

“But don’t you both speak arabic? Why is it different?”

“Oh, you know. Dialects and all that. It’s kind of like accents. But some dialects have their own words and stuff. It’s very complicated.”

At that moment, the door to your trailer burst open and Mena jumped inside. He was greeted with the scene of your bare legs wrapped around Shawn’s waist. “y/n, homa me7tagenna- Oh my god! I did not need to see that!” He exclaimed at the sight of you on Shawn’s lap. He jumped back out and shut the door behind him.

“He said they need us.” You turned to Shawn as you heard Mena grumbling outside. “We can take care of this tonight, though.” You smiled innocently, grinding down on his crotch.

“You bet your ass we are.” Shawn smirked.

“But seriously, Shawn. I want you to apologize to Mena.” 

"What? What for?” 

“You know what for. He talked to me the other day. He asked me if you hated him.” You ran your hands through his hair to keep Shawn’s eyes on you.

“And what did you say?”

“I said it’s best if you guys talk about it alone. So please go work things out with him. He really wanted to be friends with you. And you’re giving him a lot of mixed signals.” You gave Shawn a pointed look so he understood you were serious.

Shawn groaned and rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

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Another day came where Shawn would come with you to set. The days were coming to an end though. You had merely one week left of filming until the movie would go into post production. Every time you remembered, you would get emotional.

A while ago, you had asked Guy how the musical numbers were to be filmed. You had never been in a movie with such a large production scale, so you wanted to know how to prepare for it. After a while of discussing, you and Guy agreed to do your singing scenes live. Mena had said that he was better off lip syncing his prerecorded songs and you respected his choice. It would be hard and exhausting but the payoff would be amazing. Today, you were filming the ‘Speechless’ scene.

You had been nervous all week long, needing Shawn to calm you down every 20 minutes. He kept reassuring you that you were going to be great, but your anxiety kept getting the best of you. 

You had filmed the scene 3 times so far and you kept asking Guy to do it again. You just felt like this wasn’t your best.

“Guy, please. Just one last time, I feel like I can do so much better.” You pleaded.

Guy took a deep breath and looked at you for a moment before giving you a small nod. “Alright, one last time. Then we’re taking lunch.”

Just as you were beginning the scene again, Shawn began approaching Mena. They were far enough from where the scene was being filmed that they didn’t need to whisper but they could still see and hear you.

Shawn cleared his throat to make his presence known to Mena. “Hey, Mena.”

“Oh, hey Shawn. She’s killing it out there, isn’t she?” Mena motioned to where you were with a nod of his head.

“Yeah, she is. She’s been so worried, but I knew she would be amazing.” Shawn smiled at the thought of how hard you’ve worked for this scene and how it’s paying off. “But uh that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.” Shawn turned to Mena to give him his full attention.

“Alright, what’s going on?” Mena knew what this was leading to, but he wanted Shawn to approach the subject in a way that was comfortable to him.

“Listen Mena, I know I haven’t been the friendliest to you and I’m sorry. I felt kind of threatened I guess, because you and y/n connected in way that I never can with her. I always wanted to be everything she needed but I know that I can’t really be that. And I’m glad she has someone like you who can understand her.” 

“It’s all good, Shawn. I understand where you’re coming from and I can’t blame you.” Mena nodded.

“It’s really not all that great. I was childish and immature and I really hope you can forgive me.”

“Consider yourself forgiven, then.” Mena gave Shawn a smile. “Hug it out?” 

“Sure, why not?” Shawn chuckled. 

Your musical number was coming to an end at the same time as their conversation was. 

“y/n! That was amazing! I knew you had it in you!” Guy exclaimed as he jumped off his chair to hug you. “That was it. It’s the one. I’m so proud of you!”

“I told you I just needed one more take.” You grinned. You looked around the set to find Shawn only to see him and Mena laughing among themselves. This movie was definitely wrapping up nicely.

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The initial movie release was set to be in Paris. You had been counting down the days and it had finally arrived. It honestly felt like a dream come true. 

You would be walking the ‘purple’ carpet with Shawn but you would pose for pictures with Mena as well. You were wearing a white shirt that somewhat resembled sportswear with a large white skirt. Mena was decked out in a Givenchy suit and Shawn was wearing a classic black tux by Armani. 

You walked the length of the carpet with Shawn, stopping every once in a while for the cameras. Shawn obviously knew what he was doing, but you weren’t the most familiar with these types of events, this movie only being your second big acting gig. Shawn knew that and he tried his best to make you feel comfortable. 

You reached the last part of the carpet and saw Mena. “Mena! Hey!” You smiled as he ran up to hug you. “How are you?” You asked as you straightened out his collar.

“I’m so excited! You?” He smiled, his excitement was obvious to you before he even mentioned it.

“I’m good, a little nervous. It’s the first showing. Can’t help it really.” You shrugged.

“They’re going to love it. And you look amazing, by the way. White totally suits you.” Mena winked. “Maybe I’ll see you in a different kind of white dress soon.” He said casually as he turned to smile at the cameras. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Shut up.” You laughed. “We haven’t talked about getting married. I don’t know if he even wants to get married, let alone to me.”

“Enti ‘3abiya wala eh? Of course he wants to get married! Have you heard any of his songs? And there’s no doubt that you’re the one he wants to get married to.” 

“Don’t call me stupid.” You grumbled. “Did he tell you that?” You asked, surprised Shawn would bring up that topic with Mena.

“No, but I have eyes.”

“Alright, if you think so. A3zmik 3al 3rs, la t5af.” You patted him on the shoulder.

His eyes went big as he grinned. “Really? You would have me at your wedding?”

“Of course, you’re a close friend, Mena. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Aww, y/n I’m gonna cry.” He sniffled, bringing his hand up to wipe away his fake tears.

“If you cry, I’m gonna cry.” 

Mena leaned up and placed a kiss on your forehead. “Come on, no crying. We gotta finish this carpet first.”

“I can’t stand you, Mena. All because of a white dress.” You rolled your eyes and continued walking the carpet with him.

Shawn was taking pictures with Will Smith and his family when you reached him. “You ready to go inside? I asked them to get some salt popcorn and chocolate ready for you, so you can do the thing you like.”

Mena looked at you and raised his eyebrows. He was standing behind Shawn so he pointed at him and gave you a thumbs up. You scoffed and waved him away.

“Shukran, 7ubi.” You smiled at Shawn and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

“That means thank you, my love.” Mena supplied Shawn with the translation. Shawn’s face turned a light pink after he noticed Mena was listening. He turned to face him and gave him a tight lipped smile in thanks. Then Mena’s face lit up and he leaned up and whispered something in Shawn’s ear. Shawn smiled and nodded in return. 

“Mn iyuni ilthntain.” Shawn said, struggling with the pronunciation.

You and Mena burst out laughing. Shawn’s cheeks turned red as he got flustered. “What did I just say?” He groaned.

“You said ‘from both of my eyes’. It’s like saying your welcome. But it’s the way you said it. You can’t say 3yuni.” Mena chuckled.

“I was trying!” Shawn exclaimed.

“It’s alright, my love. I know what you meant.”

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You were getting ready for your first interview after the release of the movie when you heard your phone go off in the bedroom. And it didn’t go off just once. Someone was sending text after text and you only knew one person who did that.

“Shawn, can you answer Mena please?” You rolled your eyes as you adjusted your earring.

“Sure.” Shawn unlocked your phone to see what Mena was sending.

mena mas3oud: 

y/n e7na yalla 2btadena hat2a5arena (we started come on you’re gonna make us late)

ya 7maraaa (you donkeyyy/ass)

enti fein???? (where are you???)

y/n

bahazar ma2btadenash bas ana downstairs (I lied we didn’t start but I’m downstairs)

bl3arabeya (in the car)

y/n

hamawetek (I’m gonna kill you)

“y/n, its the number thing I don’t understand any of this.” Shawn said as he scrolled through the texts. “Wait, I know he called you a donkey. And he wrote downstairs, so I’m guessing that’s where he is.”

Your face scrunched up in confusion. “He’s downstairs?” You walked out of the bathroom towards Shawn on the bed. You weren’t needed downstairs for another half hour.

“I thought I was taking you to the interview?” He asked. 

You took the phone out of his hand and read Mena’s texts. “I thought so too?” You pressed the voice note button as you began looking around your room for your shoes. “Mena, why are you downstairs? It doesn’t start until an hour from now. And Shawn was gonna take me anyways. He wanted ina ikun m3ay for il-interview.”

You found your heels and put your phone on the desk that was near the door. “I told him that you wanted to be with me for the interview.” You said before Shawn would ask you to translate. You were strapping your heels on when you heard a notification. Shawn played the voice note Mena sent.

“Tell him to come with. The more the merrier. 27na fi nafs il hotel anyways. 3arabeya 27san mn 3arabeyetein.”

“What does the not english part mean?” 

You were inspecting your make up in the mirror as you explained. “It means we’re in the same hotel anyways, might as well go together. One car is better than two, so two birds one stone.”

“Ah, ok. You ready to go?” Shawn asked as he put your phone in your clutch.

"Yup, just need my bag.” Shawn handed you the clutch he was holding and opened the door for you. “Thank you.” You chuckled.

“After you, Princess.” 

The elevator opened up to the lobby where you saw Mena sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. “I thought you said you were waiting in the car?” You asked as you came to stand in front of him.

“Uh, about that.” Mena gave you a sheepish smile.

You tsked at him and rolled your eyes. “Ilkazab fein broo7?” You asked, trying to mimic his Egyptian accent.

“Oh, shut it.” Mena groaned. “I needed you to come down quickly, I don’t wanna be late.”

“What did you say to him?” Shawn asked as you walked out of the lobby.

“It’s this thing people say. Where does the liar go? The response is hell. It’s not as serious as it sounds, I promise.” You chuckled.

The car ride was pretty short because the hotel booked for you was close to everywhere important for press, including interview destinations.

This interviewer wanted to interview you and Mena separately. So you waited with Shawn as Mena was interviewed. The interviewer didn’t take long with Mena, so you hoped he would do the same with you.

You sat down in the chair opposite the man who introduced himself as Turner Bernstein. 

“Alright, we’ll get right into it then, shall we?” He smiled as he straightened out the papers he had in hand.

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?” You smiled. He asked you some basic questions about the audition, the experience on set, the wardrobe, and everything in between. 

“So you and Mena, was there a connection?” Turner asked.

“Yes, from the first time we met each other. He is just wonderful and a dream to work with. And an amazing actor, just watching him in his element was an honor.” You smiled and looked over at Mena.

“Was there any connection off screen?” You realized where Turner was taking this and you hoped you could safely steer it into the other direction.

“We are such great friends. And Mena and Shawn, my boyfriend, get along great together as well.” You hoped he understood to step off the Mena questions, but he either didn’t get the hint or chose to ignore it.

“And you’re both of Arab background, isn’t that correct?” 

“Uh yeah, it was nice working on set with someone who can understand me. Even with the difference in dialect and specific traditions and cultures, we still connected over our shared backgrounds.”

“There was no alone time spent together? Just the two of you? You know what I mean.” Turner snickered.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that.” You knew exactly what he meant by that, but no way in hell were you going to give that man what he wanted.

“And what about the kiss you shared at the Paris premiere?”

“The what we shared?” Turner motioned to the small screen beside you that showcased a picture of Mena kissing your forehead. “Oh, that kiss. Forehead kisses are a sign of respect in our culture. Maybe respect isn’t as important to you as it is to us. It doesn’t seem to be.”  

Even with all the hints you were dropping, he seemed to not want to move on from the subject.

You were trying to stare at Mena hard enough that he would feel someone watching him, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Shawn saw you staring and knew that something wasn’t right. “Hey Mena, is it just me or is y/n staring a hole into your face?”

“Huh?” Mena looked up from his phone to see your distressed face. “Let me go see whats going on. I’ll be back in a sec.”

“No, I’ll go.” 

You saw Shawn approaching and you let out a sigh of relief. “Shawn, I was just talking about you.” Shawn grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to you.

“Uh, this is an individual interview with y/n l/n, Mr. Mendes.” Turner began to stutter.

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t interfere. Go on with the interview, I’ll just be here.” Shawn smiled pleasantly at the interviewer, but his eyes were as threatening as ever.

Turner didn’t bring up Mena for the rest of the interview.

You were glad beyond words when the interview came to an end. You didn’t bother giving Turner a second glance as you walked away to the couch Mena was sitting on.

“What was going on over there?” Mena asked as soon as you and Shawn sat down.

“That creep was being incredibly rude. Kept insinuating that you and I were a thing. Even asked if I cheated on Shawn with you!” Your face was heating up and you were sure your cheeks were bright red. Shawn took a hold of your hand and gently squeezed, telling you to calm down.

“He said that?” Mena was getting mad too, understandably so.

“Not like that, just indirectly. Asked if we had any ‘alone time together’. Asshole.” You scoffed. “Whatever, it’s over now. I need some air. I’ll meet you in the car in 10.” You got up and walked to the stairs to go outside for a bit.

“Is she gonna be alright?” Mena asked Shawn.

“She’ll be fine. Just needs some air, like she said.” Shawn nodded,

“Shawn, you know y/n and I would never-” Shawn didn’t even let Mena finish.

“What? Of course I do, Mena. You’re my friend. I trust you. I would never even think that. I’m just worried about her. She hates being accused of something she’d never do.” Shawn looked out the window to see you pacing the grass in front lawn of the building.

“Yeah, she got really heated up about that. I’m going to talk to that Turner guy. Maybe Sam can talk to his management.” Mena said as he got up.

“You would do that?” Shawn asked.

“I’d do anything for her. And you, for that matter.” Mena smiled. 

Shawn grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Should I be regretting the fact that I said that?”

“Mm, maybe.”

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You and Mena were settling into your seats for another interview. It had been a week since your interview with the creepy Turner guy and you were finally over it. All other interviewers since then have been warned and have been respectful.

This interviewer was one you had met before when you were working on your last film, which was also your first. You greeted Mikaela, the interviewer, with a hug before you sat down.

“It’s nice to see you again, y/n. Good to see you’ve been moving on to bigger and better things. I mean, Disney is huge! So proud of you for that.” She sent a warm smile your way.

“Thank you, I know. It’s insane. I literally went into the casting call for fun. I had told my agent that they were obviously not going to cast me, but here we are!” You giggled and sent Mena a warm smile. “Princess Jasmine and Aladdin.”

“What was your first interaction with Mena like?” Mikaela began, all business no chit chat.

You and Mena argued for a minute, both claiming your story was when you two first met even though they were two different instances.

Mikaela went on to ask the usual questions you’ve been asked in these interviews. How you felt when you got the call, what it’s like to work with Mena and Will, the basics.

“And was Aladdin your favorite Disney movie growing up?”

“I think I speak for the both of us when I say it definitely was. It was one of the rare few western movies that represented us and our culture growing up.” Mena said, placing a hand on yours.

“Oh yes, definitely. Princess Jasmine was always a favorite.” You agreed with your costar.

“And Mena, your natural hair is obviously not like it was in the movie. Did you want to straighten your hair for the movie?”

“I didn’t mind. But Mindy, the hairstylist, asked if we could chemically straighten it and I just agreed not knowing what that was. So when I took a shower afterwards and found my hair still straight I freaked out. It was the only way to go by it without straightening it every day though, because Middle Eastern hair is very stubborn.” Mena chuckled.

“I can definitely attest to that.” You laughed along with him.

“The Whole New World sequence was definitely long awaited, wouldn’t you say? How was filming that?”

“So fun. Actually, we got stuck while filming, remember Mena?” You laughed, turning to Mena.

“Yeah, we did! So the carpet in real life was a green board with a small bit of carpet attached to the front. And you’re strapped in because it’s attached to a crane thing that swooshes you around. The crane got stuck and we were stuck up there for like half an hour.” Mena explained, hands very much involved in the conversation as they were moving around nonstop.

“And they strap you in weird, like you’re kneeling. So it wasn’t the most comfortable position to be stuck in for that long. But we couldn’t stop laughing the entire time.”

“And how excited were you to recreate the rest of the songs?” Mikaela smiled.

“Incredibly so. At first I thought I was going to just lip sync the song because I thought they would never in a million years let me sing it. But they did, and it was insane! My agent actually sent the casting directors a recording of me and my boyfriend singing ‘A Whole New World’. Like I said, I didn’t think I would be cast so I didn’t think much of it. So when they asked me to go with Mena to a recording studio, I was shocked.” You explained, motioning to Mena when you mentioned him.

“Pfft, she says boyfriend like her boyfriend isn’t The Shawn Mendes.” Mena rolled his eyes.

You immediately blushed at the mention of Shawn’s name. “I forget sometimes. He’s not The Shawn Mendes to me. He’s just my Shawn.” You looked behind Mikaela to see Shawn smirking at you and you smiled in response. He mouthed ‘I love you’ from across the room and you felt your ears turn scarlet and rolled your eyes at him.

Mikaela smiled at your small interaction with Shawn. “Yes, I was going to touch on that. How was Shawn with all of this? Did he come with you to set with you? How was it?” 

“Shawn is always so incredibly supportive. He was almost always on set with me towards the end of filming. He helped me practice my lines and my songs. He’s just the best. Him and Mena hit it off really great, too.” You grinned.

“Did he mind the kissing scenes? Because Jasmine and Aladdin kiss twice in the movie. Was he around for those days on set?”

“I honestly don’t remember if he was there on those days. Was he?” You turned to ask Mena.

“I think he was. Wasn’t that the same day we shot the scene were you fell between the buildings?” Mena asked through his chuckles.

You rolled your eyes as you remembered. “Yeah, I remember now. He was there, but no he didn’t mind. I mean, it’s my job and he understands that. Shawn himself had to kiss someone for a music video once. We both work in the entertainment business, so we both understand when it comes to our jobs.”

“And you mentioned a recording of you and him singing ‘A Whole New World’. Have you been dabbling in music?” Mikaela smiled, knowing your answer.

In the last interview she gave you, you and her talked about you venturing into the music industry.

“I have, I have. Shawn’s been so great with letting me tag along to studio visits and writing sessions. It’s been amazing to learn from him and his team. I’ve written a few songs and recorded some. But I don’t know if they’ll ever go out or anything like that.” You shrugged.

Mena put a hand up and shook his head at you. “They will, and if they don’t I will leak them. y/n is an amazing singer, trust me. The world needs to know what she has to offer. Her performances in Aladdin weren’t even scratching the surface of her talent.”

“You’ve heard the songs?” Mikaela asked.

“Yes, and they’re amazing. y/n is a very talented musician and she’s going to be big.” Mena explained, making you blush even more.

“Oh stop it, you’re making me blush.” You said, causing all three of you to laugh.

“And the duet you and Shawn recorded, would you ever be willing to the post that?” Mikaela asked, bringing up the cover of ‘A Whole New World’ you mentioned earlier.

“I don’t know, we’ll see.”

When the interview was over, you were pulled to the side by Shawn. “Hey there. You listened?” You asked, placing your hands on his chest.

“Mhm, I hated the part about the carpet.” Shawn mumbled. “We never got to get on it ourselves, just you and me.” 

You pouted and put your hand up to his face. “I know, baby. You know they said we couldn’t get on the crane again. I wish we could have. I really wanted to go on a magic carpet ride with you.” You smirked, hoping to elicit a laugh from your boyfriend and succeeding. 

“We’re gonna do it, though.” He said, very much determined.

“Oh, yeah? How so?” 

“Do you trust me?” Shawn laughed, quoting Mena as Aladdin.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed, making sure to watch out for what Shawn had up his sleeve.

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@shawnmendes: cover of a whole new world with princess jasmine herself 💜i’m so glad i can call you mine @y/n.l/n

@shawn-mendes-muffins: when is y/n going to be on an album shawn!!!

@menamassoud: couple goals ❤️

@naomigscott: even better than @menamassoud imo 😉

          @menamassound: @naomigscott i’m choosing to ignore your opinion    

@princess.y/n.fans: my fav song from the movie 😍

@y/n.l/n: i love you with all my heart ❤️

          @shawnmendes: @y/n.l/n habibti 😘

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You stumbled around God knows where with Shawn leading the way. You itched under the blindfold Shawn refused to leave without putting on you. 

“Don’t take it off!” Shawn scolded.

“I’m won’t, I won’t. Shawn, where the hell are we?” You giggled.

“You’ll see. Just a little more. Come on, this way.” Shawn dropped your hand from his and your heard him opening a large door.

You heard Shawn flip a switch and large industrial type lights could be heard as they turned on. A very familiar sound to you.

“Shawn?” Your arms flailed around you as you tried to get his hand back in yours.

“Yes, y/n?” You could hear the smirk in Shawn’s voice as he replied.

“Are we- are we on a set?” Your arms were still stuck straight out, looking for him.

“Mhm.” You felt him wrap you up in his arms from behind.

“Why?” You leaned back and nuzzled into his forearm.

“Take off your blindfold.” You immediately took off the scratchy material and let your eyes adjust to the light.

When your eyes finally took in what was in front of you, you were confused. There was a fake sandy cliff set up in the middle of a desert like set. On the cliff was a familiar piece from the Aladdin set. You walked forward to look closer.

“Is that the magic carpet? Shawn, what’s going on?” You turned to see Shawn holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the rosiest blush dusting his cheeks.

The speakers starting playing the starting notes of ‘A Whole New World’ and you realized what was going on.

The day you and Mena were filming the carpet scene was when Shawn began showing his dislike for Mena. You guys ended up being stuck on the green board that would later be turned into the magic carpet. The crane that was holding up the green board malfunctioned. You and Mena were stuck there for a short amount of time. But it was enough for Shawn to get into his head.

"I told you, I want to take you on a magic carpet ride.” Shawn shrugged, taking your hand and leading you to the small cliff. The steps carved into the back of the cliff were sprinkled with rose petals and strategically placed candles.

You sat gingerly on the carpet where Shawn had set up a picnic of chocolate covered strawberries and small baked goods. “This is too much, my love.”

“Everything in the world wouldn’t be to much if it’s for you, princess.”

“How did you get all this done?” You asked, your curiosity getting the best of you.

“Someone said they’d do anything for me. I took them up on that offer.” Shawn smiled and looked up to the control room across the set.

In the control room was Mena, he grinned incredibly wide and sent you a thumbs up. He dimmed the lights and made the backdrop behind you move so it looked like you were flying.

Laughter bubbled up your throat at how cliche everything was. “You find this funny?”

“A little. But in a good way. I love it, Shawn. Thank you.” You picked up a strawberry and leaned over to give it to Shawn. “Ugh, the cliche is killing me here.” 

Suddenly, you heard the shutter of a camera beneath the cliff. You peered over and saw Josiah smirking at you. 

“Is that Josiah? Shawn, you’re taking out all the stops here.” You chuckled.

Shawn opened the basket and shuffled through the items to find something. “You haven’t seen everything yet.” From the basket he produced the hat Prince Ali wore in the musical number by the same name and Jasmine’s blue headpiece. “I can’t take you on a magic carpet ride without being the prince himself, you know that.”

“Oh of course, I’m sorry.” You chuckled. You took the head piece from Shawn and placed it on your head. Shawn leaned over and fixed the blue plastic jewel’s position on your forehead. He leaned back and grinned to himself. “Shawn this is ridiculous.”

“Hey, let me live out this fantasy. I just wanna have some strawberries with my princess. On a magic carpet." 

“And the have most ridiculous photos ever taken of us?” You said, looking over to see Josiah still clicking away at his camera. You made a face at him and heard him laugh quietly, probably at the picture he got of it.

“Maybe.”

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thankyou for reading, my loves. i hope you appreciate the hard work i put into this. so much of my soul is in this piece and it has the most special place in my heart. i hope it means as much as it does to me to you. idk if thats grammatically correct but whatever. as always, feedback means the world to me. maybe send me your favorite line from the fic?

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Hey maybe you can make something like Shawn cheated on you becz you were a chubby and had a lot of insecurities.he cheated on you with a celebrity.after taht break up you had a hard time being dipression not loving yourself.Then at a point of time you gather yourself and end up being a total badass and hot person and famous too then when you met Shawn at a riff off (you can continue) tysm<3

Your Side of The Bed

Shawn Mendes x singer!reader

Warnings: body shaming, implied depression and insecurity, cheating

face claim: luna montana 💕

I wasn‘t sure how to include the riff off in this 🤔 I hope you like this nevertheless ☺️

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yourinstagram studio days >>>>>

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shawnmendes thank you so so much for finally trusting me with your voice baby 🤍 can’t wait to have you on the single!!

yourinstagram it took me long enough 😚

fan1 ewww look at her fat legs 🤮 he cannot be into her like for real

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fan2 she really got the weirdest body shape ever lol

realfan1 wth she‘s sitting down and on like a bar stool how is anyone supposed to look normal in that? she is literally so beautiful!! ♥️

fan2 yea okay but she‘s still fat

niallhoran whaaat are you finally recording some tunesssss? 🤩

yourinstagram yeaaaa i did a lil something with my boi 🙈

dualipa omg i gotta visit you in the studio sooon bby 💜

yourinstagram only doing back vocals for now hehe

dualipa kay then shawnmendes will have to keep me company 😌

yourinstagram 🙂🙂🙂

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dualipa what happens in the studio stays in the studio 🔥

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zendaya lol hopefully not! i am ready for some hits 🤓

shawnmendes 🥵🤫

yourinstagram uhm what?? 😅

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yourinstagram 🤡🤡🤡 @ shawnmendes

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yourinstagram sorry for being inactive on my socials for the past couple weeks. certain circumstances had me rolling up in a ball, crying and overthinking but I feel so much better now and i have been able to gain strength from the pain. good times are coming and y‘all better buckle the fuck up

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fan1 omfg she is back!!! and looking so freaking good wow babe 🔥🤩

niallhoran happy to see you on here again :) can‘t wait to see your smile tho 😁

yourinstagram currently getting used to smiling again 😈

fakefan1 oh god life was better when i didn‘t have to see her ugly face on here. sounds like she is working on something tho and judging from her toxic break up with shawn i‘m guessing it‘s gonna be good oof

yourinstagram how can you be so fucking disrespectful and trying to support me at the same time??? get outta here lmao 😩

fan2 I AM CRYING I CANNOT BELIEVE SHES BACK OMGGGG 😭 life finally makes sense again

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yourinstagram smiling because „Your Side of The Bed“ MY FIRST EVER SINGLE WILL BE OUT IN T MINUS 1 MONTH!! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT BESTIES??? 💛

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billieeilish best news everrr!

yourinstagram right??? 🥺

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zendaya u r so hot 🔥

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fan1 OHHHH I CANT FUCKING WAIT!!1!11!!! i am so proud of you bebe 🥺 your first single omg!!

yourinstagram thanks bestie 💛

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yourinstagram 'Cause since you left it's one, two, three

Now he's coming in close to me

I can't sleep, 'cause he's where you're supposed to be and…. Your Side of The Bed“ out in 3 days!!! 💕

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arianagrande you are so gorgeous babe 💕 so excited!!

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fan1 holy moly it‘s happening so soon omg!!1! these pictures have me on edge for the single 🥵

yourinstagram same i‘ve been so jittery these past days lol 💕

niallhoran what happens in the studio stays in the studio goes for photoshoots as well btw

yourinstagram you wanna stay there?? who‘s gonna take his side of the bed then? 😌

fan2 WHAT??? IS??? HAPPENING??? HERE???

yourinstagram wait for the song honey 😈

[heavenlyholland]

jealousy | tom holland

a/n: alright! here’s my first imagine from my tom holland book on wattpad, i’m sorry if it’s not that good but, grab your tissues. 

warnings:  angst :’)

pairings: tom x singer! reader | word count: 2k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You let out a nervous breath, shrugging your shoulders up and down and shaking your hands, hoping to get rid of the nerves that began to course through you. The time was passing by quicker than you anticipated, and soon enough you'd be on stage not only performing for thousands of people in person, but performing for millions on television. You were given the amazing opportunity to perform you new hit collaboration with Shawn Mendes at the American Music Awards.

Shawn and you had recently released the steamy collab a few months prior, and just within weeks, had it reached the top of all the charts across the world. It was titled "Teach Me How To Love" and of course along with the release of the romantic song, came the rumours and accusations that Shawn and you were dating. But the truth was, Shawn and you were just good friends, and you were dating British actor, Tom Holland. Shawn and you though, both being introduced into the music industry at a young age and both being from Canada, you two had developed a close bond over the years as each of your careers skyrocketed.

You met tom at an after party of an award show a few years back, and had bumped into each other as you were getting more drinks. Both of you quickly bonding and then later, developing feelings. The internet was shocked when you and Tom confirmed the relationship, and for a while your relationship had all eyes on it. It lessened as time went on, but you were truly happy with Tom, and ever since you started dating, it had been nonstop support and unconditional love. You had the amazing opportunities to attend premiers with him, and see him in his natural element. you were so infatuated with this man, you couldn't believe it.

Tonight, along with a bunch of other celebrities in the stands, Tom was going to watch you perform. Sure, he had joined you on your world tour, but this time considering you were performing with another guy and the song was more sexual, you knew there would be some sort of tension because of how protective Tom was over you.

As your makeup artist and stylist finished the final touch ups to your look, you looked in the mirror and took in your appearance. your makeup artist, Nessa had done a simple, but glam eye look, with a nude brown lipstick. you stylist, Katie had picked out an outfit to match this look. That consisted of cream coloured pants and cropped bralette, along with heels to match. Your hair was styled into your favourite look that made you look absolutely astonishing, and you wore your favourite earrings, gifted to you from Tom along with a matching necklace he had also gotten you.

"You're on in ten, Y/n." A worker said, as they popped their head into your dressing room. you nodded your head in their direction and then stood up, looking at yourself in the mirror and taking in your appearance. Nessa and Katie quietly left and you started your vocal warmups. After that was done, which didn't take long, you started humming the song and pacing around the room.

"You look amazing, my love." You heard the familiar voice call from behind you. you turned around to see your boyfriend Tom standing at the door. Immediately a smile formed on your face and you began walking in his direction, Tom meeting you halfway and pulling you into an enormous hug.

"Ugh, thank you." You gushed as you felt heat rise to your cheeks, pulling away. tom brought his hand up to your cheek, pushing a strand of hair out of your face before leaning in, attempting to kiss you. "I’d kiss you baby, but I don't wanna ruin my makeup, or give you any." You laughed.

"Of course, of course. you should probably head back soon, you're performing in-" Tom started before another crew member opened your door, interrupting yours and Tom’s conversation.

"Y/n? yeah, it's time to go. need you to get all set up." He smiled nicely. You nodded, before looking back at tom and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He scrunched his nose, before hugging you one last time and whispering a "good luck" and "I love you". You nodded and walked off, Tom’s hand trailing down your back as you left but letting go right before your ass.

As you walked down backstage, you approached your manager and Shawn, who was getting hooked up to all the things he needed before going on stage. You caught their attention, making them smile, but you were quick to be distracted and occupied with getting set up for the performance. The crew gave you your ear piece and you placed it in the correct spot. You were then handed your microphone. Once that was finished, Shawn and you were ushered closer to the stage. Your nerves spiked as you walked even closer. You could hear the cheering and hosts talk to those there and those watching.

"You ready? We got this." Shawn asked and smiled, pulling you into a hug.

"Yeah, I’m so ready. I’m really excited for this." You smiled. The two of you continued talking, laughing every once in a while before a crew membered told you that you'd be on in the next minute and so you walked with Shawn, under the stage and then up the stairs which lead you to the stage. Currently, the broadcast was on commercial break and so everyone was rushing around, preparing for the performance. You got into your beginning pose that was hidden by a prop you'd later come out of. In your ear, you heard the crew say that it would resume in the next three seconds. You heard a count down in your ear piece before music started playing, welcoming the viewers back.

"This. is the moment, you have all been waiting for." The first celebrity spoke.

"Performing their hit collab, Teach Me How To Love," The other continued.

"Please welcome, Shawn Mendes and Y/f/n Y/l/n!”They cheered. The music began playing and before you knew it, Shawn was singing.

"Oh, your body's like an ocean..."

"I’m devoted..to explore you."

"Oh, what do you desire, I’m inspired..."

"I’ll do it for you."

"Won't you,"

"Draw a map for me, laced with strawberries, and i'll get on my knees"

"Put my hands around you, oh, teach me how to.."

"Touch you, tease, caress you and please you,"

"Teachme how to love!"

"Put my hands around you, oh, teach me how to.."

"Touch you, tease, caress you and please you,"

"Teach me, teach me, teach me how to love!"

It was now your part of the song. The prop began to spin, revealing you to the crowd. You brought your hand that held the mic, up to your face and began singing.

"Your imagination..now i'm fixated,"

"And I’m dying to learn.."

You walked down the stairs in front of you, Shawn being at the end, waiting for you to reach him. When you got to the last few steps, Shawn reached his hand out to help you down, and you smiled at him while walking down the stairs. Taking your hand that had intertwined with shawn's, your brought it around your front so that it was wrapped around you. You looked up at Shawn and he looked at down at you, smiling.

"Won't you,"

"Draw a map for me, laced with strawberries, and I’ll get on my knees."

"Put my hands around you, oh, teach me how to.."

"Touch you, tease, caress you and please you.."

"Teach me how to love!"

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The song was coming to an end and Shawn and you walked towards each other meeting in the middle. You looked up at him, singing the song and he looked down at you, his tall figure towering over you.  You shared a mic, Shawn’s and your lips getting closer than ever. When the final lyrics approached and fell across your lips, you moved your head to the side and the lights dimmed. The crowed went insane. Shawn took your hand and pulled you off stage, carefully guiding you down the steps. When you reached the concrete floor, he pulled you into a hug, lifting you up and spinning you.

"That was awesome!" He whispered, trying to be as quiet as he could.

"I know! that was the best performance, oh my god." You smiled as he let you back down. You then were told by a crew member to go to your dressing room because Tom was there and had requested you. you walked down the hallway, heels clicking on the floor as you took each step. When you reached your dressing room, you opened the door only to be face to face with an unimpressed-looking Tom.

"You okay? What’s wrong babe?" You asked, truly concerned.

"What was that?" He asked bitterly, clearly mad at you for an unknown reason, pacing back and forth.

"What do you mean?" You replied slowly, confused with his sudden change in emotion. you shut the door and locked it, giving the two of you privacy.

"Oh c'mon Y/n, don't bullshit me right now. I watched you on stage and I saw the way you were looking at him and the way he looked at you." He said stopping in his tracks and looking at you, hurt in his eyes.

"Are you kidding me right now?" You asked in disbelief. You couldn’t wrap your mind around the fact that he was actually asking these sorts of questions.

"No, I’m not Y/n. Are you cheating on me with him? Because there's clearly something going on." He said, confident that his assumptions were correct.

"Tom, you've got to be shitting me right now. Why would I cheat on you with someone I’ve known all my life who's been nothing but a friend to me?" You asked in shock. How could he accuse you of such horrible actions when you both knew you had it so bad for Tom.

"Uh- because you've known him all your life? It’s not rocket science, Y/n." He said, shaking his head in frustration.

"I can't believe you right now Tom," you said, tears now falling from your eyes and down your face, staining your cheeks. "You’d think-that after all this time of loving you and having it so bad for you-I’d cheat on you?" You ask, pure pain coursing through your voice.

"Yeah! I do." he exasperated, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, you're wrong. It’s called performing, you would know considering you're an actor, but I can't believe you would accuse me, your own girlfriend, of cheating on you. When clearly, Tom. clearly, I love you and only you. I don't care how many times I have to say it but I love you and no one else. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want you to be the father of my children, I want to grow old with you. And to see you go and accuse me of this?" You ranted, heart shattering as you spoke. "I can't believe you, Tom." You shook your head.

"I- I’m sorry." He spoke quietly, head hanging low.

"Yeah, you sure as hell should be." You spat, leaving a thick, tension-filled silence between the two of you. You gathered your thoughts before coming to an conclusion.

"I think I need a break from this." Yiu finally said. Tom looked up at you with confusion written all over him.

"What do you mean, a break from this?" He asked.

“I think we need a break from each other to let the tension and heat from this argument cool down. So I want you to leave." You said calmly, opening the door and stepping to the side.

"Y/n, please, I’m so-" Tom started before you cut him off.

"Please, Tom." You croaked. You didn't want to do this, but it was for the best. And so Tom nodded his head, hanging it low as he slowly walked out your dressing room. When he was out, you shut the door and slid down the hard surface, breaking down and crying.

who knew one performance, could lead to a break up.

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Speechless- Shawn Mendes

Author's Notes: This is my second lyric story on this book. Hope you enjoy this one. Song name Speechless by Dan & Shay.

  -Samantha

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Shawn's Pov

Y/N and I were going out for our 2 months of being together and she was upstairs getting ready. I was standing by the kitchen door frame waiting to leave.

'Skip hour later'

' You say you'll be down in five, the smell of your perfume is floating down the stairs, you're fixing up your hair like you do, I know that I'll be a mess.'

I could tell Y/N was coming down because I could smell her y/f/p from just standing here, I saw her walking down the steps so I ended up standing up more straight instead of leaning on the side.

'The second that I see you, you won't be surprised, it happens every time, it's nothing new.'

After her final step I walked up to her and hugged her because I felt like it.

" You look so beautiful baby." I said to her

" Aw, thanks babe. you look amazing as always." She said back

We then made our way to my car so I could drive to the place were going to.

' It's always on a night like tonight, I think that you can read my mind, cause when you look at me with those eyes, I'm speechless.'

'Skip the drive'

I parked my car and got out and the gentleman I am opened Y/N's door and helped her out of the car. When we walked to the doors,  I held the door open for her to be the good boyfriend I am. We got our table and we both picked up our menu to look at what we wanted to order.

' Staring at you, standing there in that dress, what it's doing to me, ain't a secret, cause  watching you is all that I can so, and I'm speechless.'

The waiter came to take our orders and then we just started talking about random crap that we find very entertaining to us both. About 20 mins into the conversation the waiter came back with our food, so we just ate and talked some more.

'Skip the rest of the date'

After I paid for the check both of us walked to my car and headed home.

' You already know that you're my weakness, after all this time I'm just as nervous, every time you walk into the room, I'm speechless.'

When we got home I looked to the passenger side of the car and saw Y/N asleep. She looks so cute huddled up in the seat. I carefully opened my side and got out. I made my way around to Y/N's door, I opened it and bent over her to undo her seat belt and picked her up bridle style and carried her to the door. After unlocking the door I walked in and kicked the door with my foot. I made my way upstairs to our bedroom  to put her down. Once I put her down I took her shoes off and went to the bathroom to grab a make up whip to gently whip her face. I then grabbed some sweatpants to change into. Once I put them on I made my way to the bed to cuddle my beautiful girlfriend.

' It started when you said hello, just did something to me, and I've been in a daze, ever since the day that we meet, you take the breath out of my lungs.'

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Author's Notes- This story was fun to write as well as the others but I love this song so it hit different. Enjoy and Happy New Year. I know 2 days late but still.

-Samantha

[celebrity-meme]

(Your post on IG)

&&so there’s this boy, and the way he laughs make me smile, and the way he talks give me butterflies, and everything about him, makes me happy.

Happy birthday to my soulmate. I love you, S

[justanamesstuff]

I pretend that I'm not ready - Matty Healy x F!reader

Part 2 of this story, inspired by 'Why' - Shawn Mendes

A/N: Again very painful to write but I'm obsessed with this. I hope you guys like it!! let me know <3

Warnings: swearing, hurt feelings, mention of alcohol, cheating, typos.

Word count: 2.8 k

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I know a girl, she's like a curse

We want each other, no one will break first

So many nights, trying to find someone new

They don't mean nothing compared to her, and I know

Matty carried Y/n away from all the prying looks of the guests. He didn’t care about anyone else than her. Their conversation playing again and again inside his mind, trying to tear it apart, to find meaning behind her words, her face. 

Nathalie was behind him, he could hear the sound of her heels on the marbled floor. He felt bad to recognize he didn’t care if she traced behind him or not. All that Matty could think about was his friend’s pale face before falling into his arms. 

His pulse razing thinking of her state. She was in his arms but what was the cost? 

The first door that was unlocked, he pushed it open. An expensive couch occupying one of the corners of the room. Matty gently rested her unconscious body on the couch.

“Matty?” Nath closed the door behind her. 

“Yeah?” he was dry, distant. He didn’t intend to be harsh with his wife. ‘His wife’, his head turned to look at her. 

Matty saw how she studied him kneeling beside the couch, clenching his friend’s hand, “Is she alright?” 

“I’m not sure.” he couldn’t tear his eyes too long from her closed eyes, waiting she wakes up any minute.

“Maybe we should call one of the bo-” 

“No. I’m staying.” his words cutting her quickly.

“Matty, it’s our wedding.”

“She’s my best friend.”

“Believe me, I know.” she said.

Matty got angry, sensing the poison under her words, “What that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not stupid, Matthew.”

He closed and open his mouth repeatedly, unsure of the next sounds dropping from his lips. Nathalie didn’t see that. 

“Go back to the party, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She left without saying a word. 

******

“I’ll come to check on you.” Matty said, walking far from her, feeling his chest closing. 

“Fine.” her voice sounding like if she was under the water, unsure. 

Matty turned around, holding the door open, staring at her beautiful face still lacking a good colour. “See you in a bit, sweetheart.” he promised her. 

He walked along the halls, trying to find his way back to the salon. His mind was everywhere when she fainted, he couldn’t recall the path he took. Matty made the effort to clear his mind. It was his wedding day. 

“Baby.” Nathalie exclaimed, rounding her brother, so she was in front of Matty.

“Hey.” he said softly, letting his hands trace her waist. “I’m sorry.” he whispered.

She held his cheeks, staring into his eyes, “It’s fine. Is she okay?” 

“Yes.”

“Okay, let’s celebrate! I told Caleb to check on her.” 

Matty felt a protest in the back of his throat, even though the moment they shared before his friend wake up was tense enough. Nathalie was his wife, he had duties now. She would understand his position if he didn’t return for the night. 

“Perfect.” he mumbled, kissing her. 

When people ask about us, now, we just brush it off

I don't know why we act like it means nothing at all

I wish that I could tell you that you're all that I want, yeah

Matty emptied his glass of red wine. Dinners at his in-laws were a routine he dreaded, but Nathalie insisted on him spending time with her family. It’s not like he hated them, thing was that night he wanted to be in bed. The singer has spent hours on airports and planes coming home from the other side of the world. Nathalie greeted him with a kiss and a reminder. Matty made his attempt, tried to skip it, although she started saying the same words he already knew by heart. He wasn’t in the mood to hear her. 

He brought his phone out of his pocket. The cutlery against the plates, the women standing while the man watched them. Matty’s fogged mind trying to prevent his mouth to speak up about it. His finger moved by memory, searching for her contact number. She hadn’t answered in days, no new texts. He blocked his phone with a huff.

“Mate.” ‘I’m not your mate, I’m your sister’s husband, asshole’, Matty thought looking at Caleb, waiting for his next attempt of sentence. “What’s the name of your friend?” 

Matty gripped the cloth of his trousers harder than he should. He wanted to punch him. 

Her name wasn’t supposed to be on Caleb’s lips. Ever. He wasn’t the one for her. His friend’s name on Matty’s lips felt bittersweet. 

“Yeah, her. Do you know who she is, dad?” 

‘Pathetic’.

“No, who?” Nathalie’s father asked, changing his focus to stare at Matty.

Matty’s mouth dried before he could mutter a “My best friend.” 

“The one that fainted?”

“Her.” Caleb answered before Matty. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but…” ‘if he had to add that last word, of course I’m taking it the wrong way’. “We talked when I went to check on her during your wedding. Didn’t have the chance to exchange numbers. I was wondering maybe you-”

“No.” Matty cut him short. The men stared at him with puzzled looks, Matty felt uncomfortable so he added, “I can ask her.” 

“Dessert!” his mother-in-law came with a big cake, interrupting the moment.

Nathalie sat back down beside him, taking his hand to her lap. “What were you talking about?”

“I-” Matty stared at Caleb.

His brother explained, “I was asking Matty for his friend’s number, as you suggested.” 

Matty turned to look at his wife. ‘She did what?’

Nathalie’s shoulders dropped, staring at Matty with a big pout. “Come on, baby! They would make a great couple.”

“I said, I’ll ask her.”

“It’s not a big deal. She’s your friend, he’s my brother. It is between the family.” she insisted.

“Nath-”

“Please.” she begged.

Matty took his phone out, hearing Nathalie squealed. 

I pretend that I'm not ready

Why do we put each other through hell?

Why can't we just get over ourselves?

And you say hi like you just met me

Why do we put each other through hell?

Why can't we just get over ourselves?

Why can't we just get over ourselves?

The ceremony of barbecues was a concept Matty couldn’t grab his head around. Even though it was one of the few times the men had to cook the main course. Matty kept his mouth closed, drinking from his beer.

Even when they were outside, all the air lacked when she entered the patio, followed by Caleb. After months, she was in front of him. After months, she was not only a creation of his mind, his memory. She was there. 

Caleb made her laugh, walking closer to Matty and his father-in-law. Matty felt the urge to punch him in the gut. He sipped from the bottle, studying her outfit. She looked perfect like never before. ‘She was happier without me in her life?’

When the new couple stood in front of the other men, she greeted the older man under the attentive sight of Matty. Her eyes on the person speaking and no one else. Matty wanted to jump or do something to catch her attention. 

“Okay, Caleb, help me out with the meat.” Nathalie’s father pronounced. The man in question looked between Matty and her as if he knew something Matty didn’t. He was his confident now, not him. Matty emptied the bottle.

They stood there, awkwardly.

“Maybe I should-” she gestured back to the house. 

“You disappeared from months. No texts back, don’t pick up my calls, nothing.” Matty rambled, looking down at the empty bottle. “And now you want to run back to your new boyfriend, huh?” his tone was bitter. 

“Matty.”

“I don’t understand.”

“There is nothing to understand.”

Matty caught her eyes, “You have to be messing with me, sweetheart.” the nickname foreign. 

“Please.”

“Yes, fucking please.” he begged at her, exasperated. “What went wrong? What did I do or not do?” 

“We can’t do this right now, Matty.”

She said after storming back into the house. He swore under his breath.

When I hear you sing, it gets hard to breathe

Can't help but think every song's about me

And every line, every word that I write

You are the muse in the back of my mind, oh

The barbecue during the day extended further than expected. It was after dinner, every adult around the table drunk and didn’t think about stopping soon. 

Matty’s father-in-law started laughing until the sound converted on a song, everybody except Matty joined. The singer shielded his face, especially his eyes, with his glass looking at her singing with Caleb’s arm around her shoulders. The whisky burning his throat, although he stopped feeling anything a long time ago when she walked out of his life.

Nathalie rested her head on his shoulders, he didn’t mind. His attention wasn’t on his wife.

His mind bringing back strange scenarios, memories really from another life when they were friends and young, lying on his bedroom floor. He used to beg her to sing for him, she refused every time. The only exception was when he was sick, only then she caved in giving him was he begged fighting the fever. 

She noticed his eyes on her, staring back as best as she could while being drunk. Matty’s heart stopped for a second. She pushed her glass up, toasting with him. For what? He wasn’t sure, but she was smiling at him…he didn’t care.

Don't want to ask about it 'cause you might brush it off

I'm afraid you think that it means nothing at all

I don't know why I won't admit that you're all I want

Matty opened the bathroom door without thinking. 

“Hey!” she protested, turning around, standing in front of the mirror. 

The state of both of them was something time before they would laugh about. Matty entered the small space and closed the door.

“What are you doin’ Matty?” she sounded defeated. 

“I can’t any more.”

Matty stood closer to her body, although no close enough. She folded her arms, trying to create some space between them. It was difficult. 

“Sweets.” he pleaded.

She couldn’t believe him. “What do you want, Matty?”

“Why you disappeared?”

“I-”

“Why you are with him?”

“Caleb?”

“Yes.”

“That’s not your business.”

“If it’s about you, it’s always…always my business, sweets.” the nickname made her weak. She shook her head, trying to find the right words. 

“Matty.” she tried.

The singer brushed her hair back, watching her taking in his factions, he was closer like never before. Matty’s friend bite down onto the plush meat of her bottom lip, grabbing his attention. The simple action drove Matty insane. 

“Don’t do this.”

“I can’t pretend any more.”

“What are you talking about?” 

“You know.” Matty let his nose brushed the tip of his nose with hers. 

“No, I don’t.”

Her name always sounded different on his lips, even though it always sounded special for some reason. 

“You’re playing with fire. This is wrong. I- We- I should get back…” 

She left again without giving him the chance to speak. 

I pretend that I'm not ready

Why do we put each other through hell?

Why can't we just get over ourselves?

And you say hi like you just met me

Why do we put each other through hell?

Why can't we just get over ourselves?

Fighting with your wife. ‘What a cliché’, Matty thought, making the car turn into a corner. 

Nathalie wasn’t happy with him touring even more than he promised we would during that year. Her anger with him being against having children was turning into resentment. At the same time, Matty care less and less every single day. 

He had been driving for more than an hour. He turned his phone off, so Nathalie couldn’t reach him, and he was avoiding going to the boy’s houses to give her fewer options even. 

The neighbours changed until his car moved around one he knew very well. Only one person he was familiar with lived there. He didn’t remember exactly the address of her new house with Caleb. Matty refused to visit them every time his wife tried to drag him there, she could drag him to hell but not there. 

Matty remembered the time they moved together. Well, the time she spoke about it during a Sunday lunch when Matty’s heart was stabbed. She looked directly into his eyes, saying it, as if she waited for his reaction. He did nothing.  

The moment inside the bathroom playing constantly in his mind. She was so close, he was so close to tell her. Every day, the urge to scream the words out from his rotting heart. 

He thought about her when he woke up, when he went to sleep, when he was away. The guilt to think about someone that wasn’t his wife. He was married, for fuck's sake. Matty didn’t care any more. 

It was almost midnight when his car turned around another corner and a familiar small car took his attention.

*****

Matty knocked and knocked on the front door like it was an emergency. 

“Coming…I’m coming!” she said from the other side of the door. He definitely woke her up, her voice strange after probably not using it for hours. 

The singer witnessed the moment she opened the door only wearing shorts and a big baggy shirt, her feet bare. 

“Matty?” 

“Hi, sweets.”

She peeked outside to both sides of the road, “What are you doing here?”

“Nathalie and I fought.”

“Oh.” she stayed there, not really knowing what to say or do. 

Matty scratched the back of his head, “Can I come in?”

“Matty…”

“Please.”

She sighed loud, turning around to stand inside, making movements with her hand, so he moved inside. Matty almost ran inside. 

He was aware Caleb wasn’t home, Nathalie had mentioned something about a trip or travelling for his job, he couldn’t recall. 

They moved to the living room, Matty sat on the big couch, taking in the decoration and the pictures around the fire place. He wasn’t on any of the pictured frames. 

Contrary to him, she decided to keep her distance. 

“What are you doing here?” she asked once more.

“I- I was driving around town. I don’t have a place to go.”

“So you just remembered my house?”

“Something similar.”

“How convenient.”

Matty pronounced her name, staring into her tired eyes. 

“Do you miss me?” he asked, suddenly, surprising even himself.

“I see you every Sunday of the month, Matty.”

“That’s not-”

Her mouth hang open, his eyes glutted to it, “What do you want me to say, Matty?”

“The truth.”

“Fuck you.”

He nodded. “I deserved that.” he admitted. “I do. I miss you like a crazy man, sweets.”

“Stop calling me that!” she wandered around the room.

“Why?” 

“‘Cause when you call me that, I remember all the men I’ve loved and lost.” her eyes shining with tears, meanwhile sense entered the singer’s mind.

“Sweetheart.” Matty stood up, she took a step back. 

“No.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“I did.”

“You walked away from my life, sweets.” he reminded her.

Her eyes bored into his. “It was too much, Matty.”

“Why?”

She scoffed, ending in a chuckled. “Don’t you know?”

“Say it.” he dared her.

Matty walked closer and she let him invade her space. His hands coming to rest on her cheeks. He repeated his words again. “Say it.”

She looked between his eyes, “I loved you…my entire life. I love you for years, and you didn’t notice, you didn���t care.” tears burning in the corner of her eyes. “I watched you fell in love with…her. Hell, I watched you married her, Matty. I watched from the side, loving you to a point that almost drove me insane. I loved you to a point I didn’t do anything about it because you were so happy…so happy with her. My love is not selfish, I’m not selfish.”

“Am I?” Matty pushed his forehead into hers.

“Yes.” she protested. “I’m with Caleb, Matty. I found someone that loves me, truly does.”

His breath caressed her lips, exhaling, “Do you love him?”

She didn’t answer right away, his presence overwhelmed her, a big distraction. “Yes.”

“Did you stop loving me?” 

“Matty.”

“Because I don’t think I function without loving you.”

“This is not funny.” she tried to push back, away from him. Although, Matty was adamant about not letting her go. “All what I said and you just-” 

His lips crushing against hers, shutting his lover up in the sweetest way possible. Matty held the back of her head, pressing her mouth against his. The singer tried to pour into the kiss everything he was uncapable to tell her. Just how much she meant to him, how much he loved her, and how what they had was forever.

I know a girl, she's like a curse

We want each other, no one will break first

So many nights, trying to find someone new

They don't mean nothing compared to you

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Hey R, the tumblr world misses you a lot! So this is from an idea that me and my friend came up with. It's super short because we know you have a busy schedule. But, hopefully if you have the time, you will consider writing something about reader and Shawn enjoying a snowy day although both of them are feeling freezing cold.

Anyway, we both love you so much! Can’t wait to see whatever post you will write soon! ♥️

Snowy Day

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~350

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

A/N: a week ago, it was actually snowing and it was freezing cold but still a magical experience. Also, a big thank you anon, for the request! ♥️

Small amounts of snow began to rain from the cloudy sky above. It was slowly starting to cover all around in a blanket of white that made everything seem more heavenly.

The air was almost too freezing even to touch, and every time you exhaled a huff, a small puff of cold came out. But the singer could not help but let a smile form at the sight of pure joy written on your face.

He had never seen anyone so happy about the weather.

"It's quite lovely but also cold!" He said, chuckling and wrapping his arms around you, holding you close.

You were fully content with the weather and the company; you didn’t mind that the snow had cast down the streets, white bundles piled up against the lanes and sidewalks, or you were somehow slightly shivering from the lack of thickness in your jacket.

You wanted to savor the moment and enjoy it to the fullest. But, as you were about to explore more, you were surprised when your boyfriend tugged you closer to him again. His soft lips touched yours, and suddenly you forgot how cold you were or the serenity of the surrounding conditions.

At this moment, nothing else existed nor mattered: not the snow, houses, and people around them. All that mattered to you was him. His slightly cold lips and the way it tasted somewhat of chocolate, which you realized was a result of the hot chocolate he bought from the Christmas market nearby, or the way his body was close to yours because as much as he knew you loved the snow, you were slightly ignoring the fact that you were feeling cold.

After some time, you gently drew away from each other. At that moment, more snow began to fall, and tiny snowflakes were more visible.

“Look at the snowflakes, baby!”

Looking into how your eyes twinkle and seeing your yet again childish gesture of excitement, Shawn chuckled while lightly shaking his head.

As the snowflakes started to land more on top of your beanie and seeing how you lifted your arms up, graciously welcoming the freezing weather; he just couldn’t help but fall deeper in love with you.

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Story Code: 19122241

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Presents

Summary: When your boyfriend returned from his world tour, he might have went overbroad with the presents he got for you.

You weren’t expecting him to be home just yet. He was supposed to be back the day after tomorrow. Yet here he was. Kissing you while your back was pressed against the front door.

As soon as he came home, he closed the door shut and took you into his arm.

And how you missed being held by him. When you were in his arms it was like home, you felt safe, comfortable and warm.

And as he was done attacking your lips, he walked into the living room.

As you sat down he immediately put at least fifteen bags in front of you. You looked at him with raised brows. But with a sweet smiled he motioned for you to open the bags.

There was so many things. From purses and shirts to little souvenirs.  

“You didn’t need to buy so many presents! You could have just shown up with a single rose, and I’d be over the moon, Shawn. But thank you.” you kissed his cheek.

“Well, actually…” he started but trailed off. He pulled a box out of a bag and handed it to you.

When you opened it, it was a rose, made out of probably Swarovski crystals. And as the brand suggests on the side of the box, it was indeed Swarovski. To you, it was a bit too much. But that didn’t stop you from loving it.

“Thank you.” this time the kiss you gave him was deeper and more meaningful.

As you ran your fingers through his soft curls, he held your waist and pulled you closer to him. When you pulled away to get some air, you looked at the remaining bags and then at him.

“Let’s finish opening your presents. Then I will give you mine.” you said to him and it made his eyes visibly darker.

Yes, it was official, you had this man wrapped around your little finger. But neither of you would have it any other way.

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Dating Charlie Puth would include

Warnings: smut, extra fluff

A/n: ok I’m obsessed with Charlie Puth, I looove him

You’d think that someone like Shawn Mendes would be the softest boy but you’re wrong

Charlie is the softest boy you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting

He’s so nice and caring, he treats you like a queen

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him

And he makes sure you know that all the time

He’ll take you out to all his award shows and makes sure you’re the best looking one there

But as both of you stop for pictures he can’t help but look down at you and smile because he’s the luckiest guy

You’ll eventually catch him staring and give him a confused look but he’ll just gently lean down and give you a kiss on the forehead

It’s all over Instagram

“Charlie Puth and Y/n Y/l/n declared cutest couple to walk the red carpet”

Once you see this you’ll run over to show him, blushing but proud nonetheless

Pet names for you will include: baby, darling, pretty thing

Pet names for him: good-looking, love, my everything

When he hears you call him “my everything” he becomes a mess, especially when you use it in bed

Speaking of sexy time in the bedroom

He is always making sure whatever’s happening you want to do it as much as him

If you wanna try something out, there’s a good chance he’ll try it

He is a total pleaser

His number one objective is to have you squirming because he always wants you to have best

You love it when you get a little dominant and roll your hips against his and he groans

He loves it when you slightly pull his hair, either when he’s eating you out or sliding into you

Charlie loves slow and passionate sex, it’s a lot more meaningful for him

But when things do get a little rough he loves waking up in the morning and admiring the purple hickies across your neck and collarbones

Most of the time he’ll be on top in missionary position

So he can watch you come undone under him

“Open your eyes darling, I wanna watch you fall apart”

You cum then and there

Usually you’ll wake up before him

Which gives you time to move his shaggy hair out of the way and admire the man you love

“Stop staring it’s weird”

Charlie tried to sound serious but can’t help the smirk that makes its way onto his face

“I can’t help it, you’re absolutely stunning”

He blushes

As I said before, mega soft boy

When he goes on tour he brings you

And then when he’s not practicing for a show both of you will go sightseeing

When he’s performing you’ll be standing on the side of the stage with tears in your eyes every single time because you’re so happy to have such a talented man

He introduces you to Shawn Mendes

You fangirl

You and Shawn end up talking a lot and even though Charlie is super happy you two are getting along he can’t help but be a little upset

You instantly notice that something’s wrong and pull Charlie aside to ask him what’s up

And he doesn’t even bother with the whole “there’s nothing wrong” he openly tells you that he’s a little jealous and upset

He does this because he knows you won’t ever judge him

You pull his face down to yours so you can give him a passionate but quick kiss

“Nobody will ever be able to replace you Charles Otto Puth, you know why? Because you are the best person who’s ever walked into my life” you kissed him again “I love you to the edge of the universe and beyond”

He nearly starts crying

Such an emotional boy

After that talk Charlie has never doubted that you’d leave him and whenever a man gets too flirty, instead of getting jealous he makes it his top priority to get you out of that uncomfortable situation

For your one year anniversary Charlie takes the both you to a space museum

You nearly drop dead when you see the entrance

You spend the whole time looking at diagrams of the solar system, models of rocket ships and videos of galaxies that made your heart flutter

All the while Charlie took the chance to admire you

He’d known that you loved the stars and planets which was why he took you here

When you guys where done with the museum it was your turn to take him somewhere.

With Charlie being a music artist he loved all different types of music

You ended up taking him to a small local music festival where local artists took to the stage

Everything from orcastra to rock

Charlie loves it, being able to experience all different types of genres up close was magical for him

While you were driving the way home, Charlie sitting in the passenger seat he couldn’t stop talking about how great the whole night was, how being there would surely change him as an artist

When there was the chance for you to take your eyes off the road you glanced at him to see him smiling wide and a glint in his eyes

In that moment you know you’ve done good

When you both get home you’re too exhausted to try and cook anything so you go for a quick walk to the pizza place down the road

That night when you both fall into bed you don’t even bother saying anything, you just fall asleep in each other’s arms, happy to have each other

A/n: I’m so happy with this and yes I %100 believe Charlie Puth is the softest boy. I wanted to add so much more on but I thought I might end up doing a part 2

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Sunrise Bike Ride

a/n: in honor of Shawn turning 20, so enjoy!

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

WC: 1.4 k

Summary: You have a small surprise planned for your boyfriend, early on August 8th, 2018. His 20th birthday.

   Waking up at dawn was not your normal thing, but today was Shawn’s birthday and you wanted to do something special with him before you all got back onto a boat. The chunk of you are in Amsterdam for his 20th birthday and you could tell he was having a good time, the smile that stayed on his lips the entire time a clear give away. However, when you turned in your shared bed after your alarm woke you up the smile was gone.

   “Shawn, C'mon, babe get up,” You said softly, shaking him lightly from his shoulder.

   In response, he let out a low groan and tried to turn away.

   “Shawn, C'mon, please,” you begged but still gained no response. Instead, you sat up, still clad in boyshorts and his T-shirt from last night and swung one bare leg over his torso so that you were straddling his stomach.

   One of your hands was lightly caressing his cheek while you continue to call his name softly. Finally succeeding when his eyes gave a little flutter.

   “What?” he asked, his voice was heavy with sleep and scratchy.

   “Up, get up Shawn,” you told him.

   He raised his head slightly to look at the electric clock beside the bed and squinted to read the brightly lit number.

   “Babe, it’s 4 in the morning, go to sleep,” he huffed.

   “No, okay, I have a surprise, but you have to get up now,” you tugged his hand a bit.

   It was silent for a moment and you began to worry he went back to sleep when suddenly he sat up causing you to lose balance from where you were sitting atop him. Instinctively his arms wrapped around you, catching you and bringing you closer. He dropped his head into your neck and your hands came to his curls.

   “Okay,” he whispered and you smiled placing a kiss on the top of his head.

   “Good morning, and happy birthday babe,” you whispered.

   Half an hour later the two of you had taken cold showers as a way to wake you up, and you were leaving the hotel room and heading down the stairs. You talked to the woman at the front desk and she got someone to bring out the two bicycles you had rented for the next few hours. She also provided two headlights. You thanked her before handing one to Shawn, he put the band on his head allowing it to keep his curls out of his face as you put yours on.

   You could see the way his lazy eye was dropping a bit more than usual, a telltale sign that your boyfriend was still tired, but he had yet to complain. When he saw the bikes he perked slightly, you could tell you had his interest. You tightened the straps of the backpack you had brought with and got on the smaller bike as he got on the other. You took off first and he followed behind you. It was still pretty dark as you led the way through the mostly empty streets of Amsterdam, glad you memorized the path you had planned to take. The ride was a little long, almost a half hour but you slowed to a stop in a park, that followed right after one of the canal bridges. Using the kickstand you dismounted your bike and Shawn did the same, he seemed much more awake now and his eyes were watching your every move, it was about 5:30 AM now and everything was going to plan. You pulled your bag off your arms and opened it, you grabbed the item that was making it so puffy, a checkered picnic blanket. You swear you saw Shawn’s eyes light up slightly at it. Unfolding it you turned to your boyfriend.

   “Help me place it down?” you asked sweetly and he chuckled grabbing two corners.

   Together you placed the blanket on the ground and then you sat down, and he followed. You kicked off your shoes, leaving them in the corner of the blanket and Shawn followed suit. He sat straight, his legs kicked out before him, mostly leaning back on his arms as he watched you reach back into the backpack. You began pulling out boxes and ziplocks, they all contained food.

   It wasn’t a lot, it was only two containers of yogurt and a bunch of fruits and toppings, there was already a birthday breakfast planned but you were hoping this would tide Shawn over.

   “Babe,” he called softly from where he was seated.

   “Yeah,” you smiled looking up and placing the bag down.

   “C’ mere,” he motioned with his hand, you crawled over and sat down between his now spread legs, allowing him to engulf you from behind.

   He dropped his head to your neck once again as his feet wrapped around yours and his arms looped across your waist.

   “What’s this?” he asked softly, breathing into your neck.

   “I figured we are going to be surrounded by people all day, and that’s great, they’re our friends and we adore them. But you’re my boyfriend and I wanted a moment alone with you on your birthday,” you whispered.

   The two of you seemed to be the only ones out at the moment and no one would be able to hear you unless you were shouting, but the quiet landscape seemed to require hushed tones.

   “Why so early?” he asked and you smiled.

   “The sun’s about to come up, and I thought I could watch it with my boyfriend,” you admit and he lifts his head realizing that the sky was lighter now and that it seemed to be coming from straight ahead.

   “A sunrise picnic with my girl in Amsterdam,” he whispered moving his head to speak into your ear, still gazing at the sunrise. “And she planned it for me, definitely the best way to start any day, especially my birthday,” he smiled kissing your head before you turned and then placing a slow kiss on your lips.

   When the two of you broke apart you were smiling, and together you made your small pre-breakfast meal. The two of you sat there for over an hour, eating, laughing and sharing whispers that would forever remain in your memories. It was nearly 7 when your phone dinged, Shawn had taken off his hoodie earlier and you were using it as a pillow as his head was resting on your stomach. You removed one of your hands from his hair to grab the device and noticed it was Andrew asking if the two of you were up yet. Breakfast was supposed to be at 8.

   “We should head back,” you murmured telling Andrew you’d meet everyone in the lobby by 7:30.

   “No, I don’t wanna,” he complained, causing you to let out a fit of giggles.

   “Are you twenty or are you two?” you playfully asked.

   “I just was sit here and love on you for a little longer, just me and my girl,” he sighed looking into your eyes and causing you to smile.

   “I think we can manage another 10 minutes,” you shrug and he breaks out into a blinding smile before sitting up.

   Shawn moved so he was sitting with his legs crossed before holding out a hand to guide you towards him, he then dropped his hands to your hips and pulled you into his lap.

   “Thank you,” he smiled after letting your finish the small fit of giggles.

   “This was nothing,” you shake your head.

   “No, not just for this, for everything, for being here, with me. For making 19 great and for helping make 20 even better,” he spoke softly as his forehead rested against yours.

   “It’s my pleasure, Shawn,” you promised, your hands coming up to cup the sides of his head.

   “I love you, so much,” he whispered.

   “And I love you, so much,” you sent back.

   He moved his face slightly so that his lips would touch yours, and that’s how you spent the last 10 minutes. Sitting in Shawn’s lap exchanging small, sweet kissed in the morning light.

BONUS SCENE:

   When the two of you finally made it back to the hotel it was a little after 7:30 and everyone seemed to be waiting. The two of you walked in, hand in hand, Shawn was now carrying the backpack.

   “Morning love birds, where ever did you come from?” Geoff greeted causing a small smile to appear on everyone’s tired faces.

   “Bike ride,” Shawn answered and you looked up into his eyes, the picnic would be your secret. It was a memory exclusively for you and him to remember.