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Hey!! Your writing is amazing❤️ could you maybe do something with timothèe Chalamet where him and the reader watch a scary movie or something happens that scares the reader so ends up sleeping at his apartment or the first time and is really nervous?! Thanks

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Pairing: Timothee Chalamet x reader

Thank you so much that is so sweet:) I hope I did your request justice. Sorry it took my so long to write I’m horrible with time management.

“I’m truly sorry (Y/n),” Timmy said, a frown on his lips and guilt etched into his brow as if it was a scar that hadn’t entirely healed.

You took his hand into your shaky one giving him a small squeeze and weak smile but didn’t say anything.

The image of clowns, with their red noses and colorfully painted faces, jumping out at you was still burned into your eyes; the sound of their manic laugh ringing in your ears.

“If I had known it was such a bad fear-“ Timothee started but the words seemed to get lost on his lips.

His warm hand had since left your shaky one and now both were gripping onto the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned a ghostly shade of white.

“It’s a foolish fear,” you said bottom lip quivering, cheeks burning red.

Timothee’s eyes broke away from your driveway, the one you had been sitting in silence in for fifteen minutes, to look at your watery ones, but the sight of a frown, one he was quite unfamiliar with, quickly made him avert his gaze back to the dark Halloween night.

“I thought,” Timothee swallowed thickly. “Um, well, selfishly I thought that if I brought you to the haunted house and you got scared then you would jump a little closer and maybe I would get a whiff of your perfume. Or maybe you would feel safe, safe with me. It’s foolish,” he said with a bitter laugh, scratching the back of his head.

“It’s really okay, Timmy,” you said looking from him to your front door; it was only about 20 feet away, yet it seemed unreachable it the darkness.

The truth was it was why you had been sitting in the car so long, like a child, you saw your worst fear in the dark. Warmth spread from your chest to the tip of your fingers at the feeling of soft lips placing a kiss to the back of your hand.

“I’ll walk you to your door,” Timmy said.

“A-alright,” you said, still wary about what loomed in the shadows.

You held Timothee’s hand, tightly, to the door and barely let go when you got there.

“Well, goodnight (Y/n),” Timothee said, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you said not sure of what else to say.

Your mind begged you to let him in, to know the feeling of falling asleep in his arms, to know how safe he probably felt, but you didn’t.

Gently you closed the door, but the feeling of being alone was overwhelming, and your childish fears lurked in the front of your mind.

As fast as you could you ripped the door open, jumping when you saw Timothee still standing there, fist in the air as if he was about to knock.

“Timmy,” you whispered hand on your racing heart.

“Can I stay here tonight?” He asked, nervously rocking back and forth on the ball of his feet.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” you replied breathlessly, your fears already shrinking to the back of your mind.

For a second the two of you just stood there looking into the other’s eyes, until you spoke up. “I’ve never felt as safe as I do with you,” you said your arms wrapping around Timmy, who not so secretly took in a whiff of your perfume.

“And I’ve never been as in love with someone as I am with you,” he mumbled into your hair.

And for the first time you fell asleep feeling as if no fear could ever get to you, because you were safe in Timmy’s arms.

I’m sorry I know it’s kind of short and the ending abrupt. Hope you enjoyed anyway though. Also obviously it isn’t Halloween but I added it in:)

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Quarantine

a/n hi this is my first time writing so take it easy on me but feel free to leave suggestions, also sorry this is a bit short but I just wanted to write sumthin quick

WARNINGS!!  none

   Quarantine has been pretty easy for the two of you. You considered yourselves blessed to have what you did during these time mostly you were grateful to be quarantined with your favorite goofball boyfriend.

    You were laying upside down on the bed waiting for Timmy to get out of the shower, scrolling through your feed endlessly and reading a few DMs from fans. He’d only been in there for like 3 minutes but you were bored and full of energy. You decided to get up and make the bed and put some stuff in the hamper and begin making breakfast.

   You were only halfway through making the waffle batter when you felt T hugging you from behind and he chimed “Whatcha doiiiin” it was his new favorite phrase since you guys began re-watching Phineas and Ferb together.

“I’m was making waffles, but now I’m hugging you”

“Really I had no clue”

“Me either honestly”

You both giggled and he sat on the counter watching you work. You finally got everything made and Timmy hopped off the counter and hurried to get the dishes set up and cleaned any mess you had made.

“Ya know I coulda done that right”

“You could have but I beat you to it”

“And why are you in such a rush to get breakfast over with”

“We got plans silly”

“Oh lord okay”

As soon as you finished your meal Timmy picked you up and threw you over his shoulder

“CHALAMET PUT ME DOWN”

“Well that wouldn’t be fun, plus I gotta show you something!” you could practically hear him smiling.

He carried you back to your bedroom and set you down. After gathering yourself you looked up and saw a giant blanket fort on your bed. As you stared in awe Timmy crawled into the fort and peeked out “come in already!”

You crawled in beside him and saw he already had Netflix open to your favorite Disney movie. You looked up at him with pure joy “movie day???” and he nodded his head grinning ear to ear. 

You got settled into bed, laying on his chest as he played with your hair and you two watched movies until it was dark out. You could tell Timothee fell asleep about half an hour ago so you shut off Netflix and cuddled against him and whispered “I love you”. Timothee was secretly still awake and he smirked to himself knowing that he was entirely in love with you too.

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all the way

Pairing : Timothée Chalamet x female reader

Short little blurby thing

Summary : angsttttt with my boy Timmy 💞

And after some fluff YAY.

Tired. Thats all you were. You guys were in your apartment, screaming. You both were tired but relentlessly throwing insults at each other. You didn’t mean them. You just wanted him to understand. Matt was just a friend. Nothing more. And yet timmy insisted when you laughed with him that it was something more.

“He looked at you the way that I would!“, he screamed. “He is my friend!” you couldn’t stress this more.

“What can I do to make you understand that he is just my friend!“, you were starting to lose patience. You didn’t want to fight with him. But whenever you did it was like this. Full on screaming with each other. You guess you could say it was unhealthy. But you guys always worked through them. Loving each other way too much to be mad at each other for very long.

“I don’t know its just-, I get scared that you’ll leave me for somebody else. Somebody better.“, he softened. His voice cracking as he said the words. You facing the absurd reality that he thought that you would leave him. Did he not know? He put the stars in the sky, he made the sun rise, he made you feel so loved.

“Timmy, you are so wrong. I would never leave you for somebody else. I’m with you. All the way. No matter what. Ok?“

“Ok.“ He had tears rolling down his face. You went up to him and wiped them away. You kissed his eyelids, trying to stop the flow of them, then his cheeks, then his forehead, his nose, and finally his lips. Soft, slow, tender. You brushed your tongue against his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He opened his mouth a bit more so you could truly kiss him. He breaks away. “I’m sorry.“,he said. “Nonsense“,you said, trying to lighten the mood. He chuckled lightly. He was coming back a bit. Starting to see you weren’t angry. You hugged him tightly, he hugged back just as fierce. You two stood there for a few minutes, a silent exchange of “I’m here“, “Please don’t let go“, and “I’m never letting go“. 

You break from the hug to look at him, really look at him and you get overwhelmed by how much you love him and you could almost sense that he felt the exact same way.

“Hold me in bed, please?“, he muttered.

“Of course“, you said.

You took him to your bedroom and laid down he laid down right on top of you putting his head on your chest and lay his body between your legs.

“Its always you“, you say.

“ok“, he mutters.

At that point you knew that you loved him so deeply, you could never let go.

And neither could he.

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Ask

pairing: reader x timothée

words: 480

requested!

In which Timothée finally asks out the girl who has been serving him food every day.

The bell on the door echoed through the dinner, announcing a new customer, and as soon as you shifted your eyes from the cash register, a smile sneaked his way onto your face. Timothée. You had served him the same dish almost every day ever since you began working part-time as a waitress in the small dinner down your street. You two had spoken a few times, he knew a little bit about your life and you knew a little bit about his.

Timothée sat at the same table he usually did, the one in the corner next to the big window, and you practically rushed over there before any of your co-workers could.  

“Hi,” You said as a large grin was plastered all over his face, “same thing as usual?”

“Yeah,” Timothée chuckled and ran a hand through his hair that was looking even messier than it usually did, “can you sit down for a second?”

You hesitated for a second as you looked around but quickly noticed there was only one other family in the restaurant and they had already been served, so you agreed and sat on the bench opposite to him. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to sit down with him in the mornings, it made your shifts a little less boring and lonely.

You told him that you only had 4 finals left to take before being on summer break, he asked what you were planning to do, you said you were probably going to go on a road trip with your roommates. He talked to you about his acting and the audition he felt like he had completely messed the previous day, you said that it couldn’t possibly be that bad.

“I swear it was,” Timothée said, looking like he was so disappointed in himself, “I fucked it up so badly, Y/N.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You tried to reassure him.

He stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking again with his voice sounding even softer, “This is nice.”

“What is?”

“All of this,” Timothée mumbled and was suddenly unable to look at your eyes, so he concentrated his gaze to his fingers that were entangling themselves together, “Just talking to you, I guess. L- like we should do this sometime, but when you aren’t working.”

A nervous giggle escape your mouth when you realized what he was saying, “I’m free tonight if you want to.”

He smiled again, “We could have dinner at this really good Italian place if you want to and then like, go to a movie or something.” Timothée stumbled over his words, “O- or just a movie if you don’t want dinner or just dinner if you don’t want to see a movie.”

You both laughed at how clumsy he had suddenly become with his words, “Dinner and a movie would be nice.”

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one to ten. (t.c.)

ten times you love each other. ten out of countless.

words: 2522

warnings: nsfw, language, alcohol consumption

an: lol i know i’m a shawn blog but now this is my white boy blog so i can do what i want!! and timmy literally makes me want to cry he’s so sweet and cute i love him aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

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Tom Holland x Reader Imagine

Tom Holland 1940’s AU

Note: Ah ok so this was such a super cute idea and I couldn’t wait to post this! @audreylovespidey706 you gave me the idea for Lady and the Tramp but it sparked a 1940’s fic instead so enjoy! And please please listen to this song while you read! It adds such a magical feel to it all 🎄 (also i made this gif set! So please tag me if you use it)

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Summary: 24th of December, 1940, London. It was just as the war had begun and this would be the last Christmas you and Tom would have before he would be deployed. Everything would change after that, but right now all you two could think about were each other.

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Word Count: 1,314

Warnings: just cute fluff

Last Christmas - Imagine 

The sound of the front door opening and the wind blowing in had let you know that Tom had come home.

“Y/n I’m home!”

His voice echoed through the hall.

“In the kitchen!”

You replied, taking out some freshly baked goods from the oven. Tom’s footsteps grew near and soon enough you felt his cold hands on your skin.

“My god Tom! You’re absolutely freezing!”

Tom laughed at your response and took your hands into his.

“Seems like you’ve got to warm me up then” 

a loving smile came from his lips as he moved in close to place them on yours. You could feel his smile on your lips which made them taste even better. As they parted from yours, you wrapped your arms around Tom’s neck and draped them gently. Tom’s hands had moved to your waist, pulling you in closer.

“Hello my darling”

his voice was loving and low, enough to make you swoon. You gave him a peck on the lips again as he held you lovingly.

“How was work today my love?”

You asked ever so sweetly, Tom couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and you could see the tiredness in them even though he tried to hide it.

“Oh you know, the usual. Bloody people can’t keep still about what’s going on”

you nodded as you listened to Tom talk about work, and how the war was affecting the business. Soon you took your arms off from him and he let go from your waist, allowing you to walk over to the little gingerbread men you had just finished baking.

“And you wouldn’t believe it y/n! The news of what’s going on out there…”

You looked over at Tom who was taking off his work jacket leaving him with his white work shirt and a jumper over top. This was a stressful time, people were being sent off to fight and soon enough you knew that Tom too had to go. You hated the idea and protested against it, it didn’t please Tom in the slightest knowing that he too would have to fight in someone’s war. But he helped you to understand what this could mean for England, a better place and a better future. Poor Harrison had already been deployed back in November, but you both received telegraphs from him occasionally and would write to him whenever you could.

“I’m sorry y/n… I didn’t mean to bring it up again”

Tom said with sincerity. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist again, adding soft kisses along the side of your neck. You kept quiet and simply just picked up a little gingerbread man offering it to Tom. Tom accepted and gracefully bit into it.

“You, my dear, are an amazing baker!”

You giggled at his remark and went over to the kitchen sink to wash your hands.

“Oh Tom you have always known how to sweet talk”

You teased him.

“What can I say, something so sweet as you deserves the sweetest talk”

Tom winked at you before he made his way to the living room. You let him be as you finished up tidying the kitchen and rinsing off the leftover bowls from your little baking activities. After everything was washed up and put away, you headed into the living room where you saw Tom standing in front of the record player, vinyl in hand and a puff of smoke surrounding him.

“Feeling like some music love?”

He asked, taking another puff from what could only be his cigar.

“Oh yes please”

You saw Tom place the Vinyl on the record player and soon enough, you heard the lovely voice of Frank Sinatra fill the living room. It added a sense of magic to the room. Your eyes glanced around and admired the decorations you and Tom had put up, and then to the lovely red, green and gold Christmas tree that twinkled with lights. You smiled to yourself and the made your way to the cellarette, opening it up to see the whiskey you had bought earlier that day. You poured some into a whiskey glass, not forgetting a glass of wine for yourself. Your eyes peeked at Tom who seemed to be enjoying the Christmas music as he was swaying along to the lovely voice.

“Could I interest you in some of our finest Hudsons Bay scotch whiskey?”

You walked over to him with sass in your step, holding out the glass to him. Tom removed his cigar from his lips and came closer to you and gently took the glass from your hand.

“It would be impossible to say no”

You smiled and both of you took a sip from your drinks. The sweet taste of your wine had filled your taste buds as you could taste the mixture of grapes and berries. You noticed how Tom only took one sip before placing his cup down on the living room table. He then took another puff from his cigar and placed it on the ashtray next to his whiskey.

“Dance with me y/n”

He held his hands open to you and awaited your response. You sneakily took another sip from your glass before placing it down next to his. With Tom’s arms still open, you placed one hand in his, which he took hold over ever so softly, and one hand onto his shoulder. Tom took you in and once again placed on hand to your waist. The feeling felt wonderful, as you two danced slowly with each other’s bodies and moved as one, a sudden hit of reality hit you, and you realised that this really would be the last Christmas you two would have together for god knows how long. With a war going on, you were scared… would Tom come back? You’ve heard stories of war men who kiss their loved ones goodbye and never come back but would Tom be one of them? Tom took notice of your sudden sorrow and looked down at you with caring eyes.

“What’s wrong my dear?”

You nuzzled closely into his chest and felt the warmth coming from him.

“I’m going to miss you Tom…”

“Oh y/n… my little… come here”

Tom pulled you close into a hug and you two embraced as you still swayed to the music in the background. You didn’t want to cry, but you could feel tears begin to burn their way through.

“I don’t won’t this to be our last Christmas Tommy… I… You can’t let it be-”

“And it won’t be, y/n I promise… it won’t be”

Tom had cupped your cheeks into his hands and looked you deeply into your eyes, he knew this caused you pain, he didn’t want it to. But there was nothing he could do about it.

“Darling don’t cry for me… I’m still here”

His voice spoke softly and quietly to you, as he wiped away a few tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

“You promise to come back ok”

You bit your lip as a last effort to stop the tears, it worked slightly but only a few more managed to escape.

“I promise, and when I come back. I’m not leaving again and we can have every holiday and every day together”

Tom’s face came closer to yours to the point where your noses touched.

“And you know why don’t you?”

The twinkle in his eyes said it all, you knew the answer but proceeded with his question anyways.

“Why?”

“Because I love you… y/n. Forever”

Before you could speak a word, Tom’s soft lips met yours and you were soon greeted with the sweet taste of the remaining whiskey on his lips, followed by a smooth smokey taste of the cigar smoke. You savoured the taste on your lips and slowly parted away from his.

“I love you Tom”

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Fate | Shawn Mendes

Summary: After having your heartbroken and getting rejected by the only guy who has ever asked you out, a good friend like Shawn may be just what you need to turn your horrible day around. [general au] [fluff] [’cowboy’/farm boy au] [friends to lovers]

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The last thing you hear as you leave your house is the screen door clattering against the old wood door frame. You need to get away, to clear your head of the fucked up mess you just experienced.

Your date, your first ever real date, lied, stood you up, and went on a date with another girl. It’s literally the worst thing you can possibly imagine happening to you on your first date. Other than someone dying, but honestly this kind of feels worse.

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Ok we need to talk about this real quick. Believe me, I of all people am hoping for the best. I’ve actually been an emotional wreck since I found out. Like I don’t know how I’m going to cope. And that may sound over dramatic, but a) I am constantly over dramatic; b) Spider-Man/Irondad/Superfamily mean so fucking much to me, there’s no other way to put it.

But we need to talk about why this doesn’t give me too much hope. Now bare with me on this journey of a long explanation I had to walk my little brother through.

So here’s the thing. Disney owns a lot of different companies. Personally, I believe that they’re one of the largest parent companies out there. But that can be disputed, I guess. But when they bought Marvel, they also created a partnership between them and the following companies (+some): Fox, Sony, and Universal. When they created this partnership, it was agreed that Marvel would do a lot of the creative aspects that the other companies would just make the money off of the movies. This worked for a while. Between all of the different X-Men movies, Deadpool, and Spider-Man, all was good.

The only difference between all of those things and Spider-Man is that most of those movies are headed by the other companies (i.e. Fox and Sony). Spider-Man was Marvel run. And that’s why Spider-Man is considerably better— but that’s just my opinion. But it can’t be argued that Spider-Man has made Disney A LOT of money. And I’m sure Sony is getting a considerable amount of that, but they wanted more money.

So pretend you’re Sony for a second. You see that a character and story that you own and share with another company (who’s getting more money and credit) is really popular. You think you deserve more money and credit for it, so you demand an unreasonable amount because you know Disney/Marvel can afford it. You think you’re going to win and be super rich.

Now pretend you’re Disney/Marvel. Someone who has given you a lot of shit over the years comes and asks for more money and credit for one of your most popular characters and storylines. And they ask for an unreasonable amount of money because they know you can afford it. But you have other partners who also give you a lot of shit and can pull the same asshole move as Sony if they want. So you have to think: do you pay the money and keep Spider-Man or don’t pay the money and lose him?

If Disney would have kept Spider-Man and just paid Sony the money, their other partners (Fox and Universal) would also then (most likely) follow suit and do the same because they know they can make more money out of Disney/Marvel now. So buying Spider-Man back wasn’t a good business move. If they refused, which they did, their other partners would see that they would actually lose money. Because think about it. The best superhero movies are the ones that Marvel is apart of (except Venom, but that’s because it was Sony led). So now Sony is going to lose a lot of fucking money because people aren’t going to see a fourth reboot of Spider-Man. They just won’t. A lot of people loved Andrew, but Tom is just a special talent that the whole world loves and recognizes as Spider-Man.

I really didn’t know how to phrase all of this on paper so it might not make complete sense, but I hope I at least got the point across.

Short story short.

Disney/Marvel can’t pay Sony for Spider-Man rights again because then they’d just be encouraging Fox, Universal, and others to do the same. It was a smart power play on Sony’s part because they think they’ve won either way.

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jealous shawn ?? like reader is drunk and dances with brian or sits on his lap or something and shawn gets very jealous

It had to be cute jealous cause I just can’t write shawn as an angry or bitter jealous person

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The clubs on a high. The music’s loud, thumping in your ears and the six tequila shots aren’t helping. You’ve lost Shawn in the crowd somewhere between Sexy Can I and Ignition, you’re sure.

You knew as soon as the old songs played you’d be a goner.

Brian had stayed by your side, though. He’s holding you up as you stumble in your five inch heels with his hands cupping your elbows to help steady yourself.

You can’t tell your left from right (though that’s sober, too), and Brian seems to have somehow grown three extra heads and sounds a lot like a foghorn.

“You need to go and sit down,” he shouts over the music, moves closer to his lips are closer to your ear.

You’re about to scoff and brush his regards off when your ankle curls and you fall right into him, effectively knocking him off his feet and landing chest to chest on the floor as the other drunken bodies watch you fall.

Though his body cushioned your fall, you roll off him with a groan and hold your head, the strobe lights suddenly too harsh on sensitive eyes and if it wasn’t for Shawn bouncing to you and tugging the bottom of your dress down from your waist, you would’ve passed that breeze on your lower half off as you wetting yourself.

He helps you stand and escorts you outside, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it over your bare shoulders. You shiver into the leather and blink profusely, eager to get a better look at your man.

He’s smouldering, jaw set and eyes hard. He looks pissed and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s jealous. “What’s the matter with you, grumpy?” You sass, snorting at your own joke and Shawn rolls his eyes as he fishes his phone out of his pocket, no doubt ordering an Uber.

He ignores your remark and shoves his phone back in his pocket, leaning against the brick wall of the club and staring at his feet.

You let out an aggravated sigh and roll your eyes. “What’s the matter?” You whine, stomping your feet a little before almost losing your footing and Shawn catches you before you can fall.

You grumble as he reaches down and takes your strappy heels off your feet, digging into his jacket pocket and pulling out a pair of his socks, something he’s always done whenever you’ve worn heels out.

“Nothing, just don’t appreciate you basically dry humping my best friend when I’m using the bathroom,” he shrugs it off and you wonder if you’ve heard him right.

A shit-eating grin breaks out on your lips as he stands and lets your heels hang from his fingers. “You’re jealous,” you tease, eyes gleaming and Shawn huffs, shaking his head.

“You’re sooooo jealous,” you snort.

Shawn continues to ignore you but doesn’t bother denying it and you begin to wonder if you’ve upset him. “Don’t be,” You say. “I was just dancing and then I fell ‘cause of those stupid shoes,” you smack the heels in Shawn’s hands.

He stifles a laugh as you turn to him and place your hands on his chest. “Nothing to be jealous of at all, baby. I’m all yours,” you wiggle your brows, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss his sweet lips, tasting the liquor on him.

“I love you,” Shawn whispers, smile on his lips and you pull back with a grin.

“I love you, too, Mr. Jealousy.”

“I’m not jealous!”

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Something Royal [s.m. one shot]

a/n: this isn’t edited lol but I wanted to put it out there! yay for prince!uni!Shawn !!

Something Royal | s.m. one-shot | 

Shawn pushed his large suitcase out of his room with a dramatic huff, his fingers red from their tireless grip on the oversized and much to heavy bag. His mother had him packing for nights on end, and he really didn’t understand why all this was needed.

It was university, not boarding school.

The worst part was that she acted like he’d never return, fully knowing that the school was only an hour away from the Millurere Castle and he could drive down whenever he needed. He mentally thanked his father for persuading his mom to let him live on campus. Of course, the dorm was only for him, and in a “protected” area of the dorms. Shawn mentally laughed at the thought of his mother asking the guards to follow him down to sleep.

“Shawn! Car is here!”

Shawn quickly jogged down the stairs, his royal blue cardigan tight along his pulled biceps as he carried the bags. His mother and father stood at the door, his sister Aaliyah smiling brightly at him as he came forward.

“You know, if it’s too much, you can always come back. Michelle is always here for tutoring like we sa-”

“Ma, I’ll be fine,” Shawn laughed, leaning forward to let her kiss his forehead.

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Backseat Babe | Shawn Mendes

Summary: You and Shawn have been friends for years and feelings finally come out. [fluff] [friends to lovers] [bad boy if you squint] [making out] [general AU] 

Word Count: 1.6k

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“All I want is to be a back seat babe.” You groan as you lay your head on the table top of your booth in the diner.

“A what?”

“A back seat babe.” You look up at Shawn, your best friend and low key crush. You’ve had it bad for Shawn for years now. The two of you always seem to dance around the idea that you could be more than friends. Neither of you want to say anything in fear of ruining everything you have built together. That’s what you think anyway. “You don’t know what that is?”

“No?”

“Ugh. It’s when you and your significant other go out with friends and you’re coupled up in the back seat and snuggled into each other and you’re being loved and kissed on.”

Shawn chuckles. “That’s a thing in real life? Not just movies?”

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Midnight Talks Pt. One || Peter Parker Imagine

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Word Count: 743 words

Pairing: Spider-Man x reader

You turned to look at the alarm clock. 12:00 am. Thinking about how much school was going to suck tomorrow due to your terrible sleep schedule, you decided to turn off the lights and try to get some sleep. All that was going through your mind was Peter Parker. He is something else. His hair is so fluffy and his eyes are the color of chocolate. Peter and his dumb science jokes are only some of the reasons why you like him so much. He is just, amazing. (see what i did there) Glancing at your phone one last time, a loud sudden banging at your window startled you. “What the hell…” You muttered under your breath as you started slowly walking towards the glass pane, scarred to death at who would be at your window at midnight. You stood in front of the clear glass in shock at the red and blue suit. It was Spider-Man. THE fucking Spider-Man. And he did not look like he was having a good day. You pushed open the window and grabbed the man’s very muscular arm to guide him into your bedroom. “Shit, shit, shit. Dude, are you okay?” You asked as the city’s hero was now on your floor, on his stomach, groaning in plain. “Yeah I’m, I’m okay.” He said trying to get up off the floor, getting onto his hands and knees before he fell back down. “Do you need anything?” You asked, worried about the man, who sounded almost like a teenager. “Ummm, I-I just. Who are you? Where’s Ned?” He asked through gritted teeth. “Sorry buddy, there isn’t a Ned that lives here. But I’m Y/N and I think you might need an ice pack or something,” you answered. “and maybe an Advil.” “Y-yes please. That would be awesome.” Spider-Man replied. You rushed to grab a frozen bag of some random food to use as a makeshift ice pack and a glass of water before heading towards your bathroom. You very quietly searched for the pill bottle to not disturb your family. After a few seconds or searching, you grabbed the Advil and tiptoed back to your bedroom. You silently shut the room’s door and turned around to see that the “man” was now leaning against your bed. You went and sat next to him as you handed him the frozen bag, and opened the pill bottle to give him the medicine. “Thanks.” He muttered as he but the bag of frozen food against his ribs before chucking the pills in his mouth and chugging the water. “So, Spider-Dude,” you said while taking the glass away from his gloved hand and placing it on the floor, ”why did you umm, crawl through my window? Like out of all the windows in this big city?” You asked, looking at where you assumed his eyes would be.  "Well,” he sighed, “I thought this was someone else’s room. So imagine my surprise when I find a very beautiful girl standing above my crippled body.“ He chuckled at the entire situation. Boy, was it a mess. …..Spider-Man thinks I’m pretty. THE Spider-Man thinks I’m pretty. “Is this actually happening right now or am I just dreaming?” You asked yourself. This time, you both chuckled. “Well, as much as this hurts my ego, I did in fact groan in pain on your floor just a few minutes ago.” You laughed, he was such a funny guy. “How old are you?” You questioned out of the blue. “What?” Spider-Man asked back, kind of surprised by your question. “I mean, you sound so young you know? Not to be rude but you don’t really sound like a man.” “Wow, Y/N. That hurts.” He said dramatically, while putting his hand over his heart. “No, I’m just, younger than most superheroes.” He answered. “And yet you still are one of the best heroes out there.” You told him with a kind smile. Even though you couldn’t see it, he smiled under the mask. “That means a lot, actually. Thank you.” Spider-Man said. He was about to say something else when the two of you heard police sirens in the distance. He sighed, as he stood up, leaving the frozen bag on the floor. “That’s my cue. See you around Y/N.” He said as he ran towards the window. “You too, Spider-Man.” You said back, just before he jumped out of the window and went back to saving the city.

Part Two   Part Three

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I Love You || Peter Parker Imagine

(what even is a good title?)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Requested by anon:  could you write an imagine where you’ve been dating peter but he seems distant and you think hes seeing someone else or cheating on you so you get really mad and go to his house and wait for him while he’s out being spider man and he comes in wearing his suit and i guess you can take it from there,,,love your writing btw!

Word Count: 1,810 words

Masterlist

No Homecoming Spoilers

Y/N and Peter. Peter and Y/N. They were Midtown High’s It couple. The entire school idolized their relationship. Most students, when they walked to class, would see the two by the lockers smiling and holding each other as they talked. They could barely be apart from one other.

The two teenagers have been dating ever since the summer before freshmen year. They were neighbors so they practically grew up together, which made there relationship even cuter. Y/N loved Peter with all of her heart. She was there for him when his Uncle Ben died and when he got that crazy Stark Internship. She was always there to witness his downfalls and his uprisings.

The It couple was slowly starting to get torn apart a few months after the death of Peter’s Uncle. He became distant and everyone noticed. Everyone noticed how him and Y/N stopped talking to each other in the hallways at school, or how he would eat lunch with only Ned instead of eating lunch with the three of them. Dates with Peter were either always cancelled or always getting interrupted by his Aunt suddenly needing him.

Their relationship had gone like this for the past few months and Y/N was sick and tired of it. She hated that Peter was ignoring her calls, canceling dates and overall, not talking to her. She thought he was acting like this from the stress of balancing the internship and school. Y/N’s friends put the horrid thought into her head that Peter might’ve been seeing someone else.

“Peter would never do that to me!” She argued with her friends when they finally decided that it was best if she knew what might have been going on.

“Y/N just think about it,” He friend said, trying to convince her, “he’s cancelling dates, ignoring your calls, and not really talking to you. The signs are all there.”

Her friends looked at her solemnly. Tears started to flow down her cheeks, “He…….he wouldn’t.” She was only saying this now to convince herself more than to convince her friends that Peter was faithful. Except now she was finding it to be the only answer.

One day, Y/N stood in front of the Parker household, trying to compose herself. She let out a huge breath of air before knocking on the door slowly. Y/N didn’t usually knock, she always just let herself in because Peter and May were like family to her. But things were different now, she barley knew Peter anymore.

The door opened and she was greeted with the kind, slightly surprised smile of Peter’s Aunt. “Hey, Y/N. Come in, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She exclaimed, putting a hand on the young girl’s shoulder to direct her inside. Y/N walked into the room some more, May shutting the door.

“That’s cause you haven’t.” She mumbled looking at her shoes.

“What was that?” May asked, raising an eyebrow and facing Y/N.

She looked up,closing her eyes for a second to remember what she was originally here for, “Is Peter here?”

“No. I have no idea where he is most of the time,” she chuckled, “but you can go wait in his room if you’d like.” Y/N nodded her head, indicating that she would wait. May went back to what she was doing while Y/N walked to Peter’s room.

She walked to his bedroom door, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed. Reminiscing on all of the things they did in here when they were little brought a small smile to her face.

In this very room, when Y/N and Peter were little kids, he kissed her. They were sitting on the ground playing with his action figures. “Y/N, do you love me?” Little ten year old Peter asked. Y/N giggled, “Of course I do Pete, you’re my best friend.”

Peter gave his full attention to you and not to the toys. “When we’re older, I want to marry you.” Y/N stopped playing with the objects in her hand, a huge smile appearing on her lips. “I want to marry you too, Pete.” He suddenly leaned closer to her, puckering his lips and hastily placing them against Y/N’s. It was only a peck but when he pulled away, the two of them had a similar crimson blush on their cheeks.

Unbeknownst to the kids, May stood in the doorway. She had went to the room to tell them about lunch, but instead, experienced their first kiss which brought a smile to her face.

Y/N couldn’t help but think that their friendship would be ruined as well as their romantic relationship. She slumped her shoulders, dragging her body into the room and onto Peter’s bed. She reclined on the bed, feeling the comforter for what may be the last time. She placed her head on his pillow then turning on her side, breathing in the scent that was distinctively Peter’s. She had done this on multiple occasions from all the many sleepovers. A few tears had spilled from her eyes and down her face yet again.

Her lip quivered as she saw a picture frame on his desk. In the frame was a photo of the two of them together on their one year anniversary. Peter was behind her, his arms wrapped around her middle as he was kissing her cheek. Y/N had a huge smile on her face, her hands resting on top of his.

It was a time where they were happy together. Why would he keep that if everyone thought he was cheating on her? She sat up on the bed, feeling the blankets through her fingers once again. She waited, rubbing her hands together between her thighs.

Y/N was startled when she heard a noise coming from Peter’s window. She gave her attention to the window, seeing a flash of red coming through. She looked up seeing a figure on the ceiling, but not just any figure. It was Spider-Man, the city’s hero. Why would Spider-Man be in Peter’s room?

She sat there, eyes wide and lips parted slightly as she watched the man crawl on the ceiling, towards the door. He slowly and quietly shut the door of the bedroom, jumping down. He let out a sigh before pulling off his mask. He turned around and was greeted with the face of his girlfriend.

“Peter?”

“Y/N?”

They both said simultaneously shocked at one another. Y/N jumped up off of the bed, facing her boyfriend who had dropped the Spider-Man mask onto the floor. “Your'e Spider-Man,” She said breaking the ice.

“W-What, that’s ridiculous. I-I was at a costume party and I, I bought this at the store.” He stated, playing withe the suit. Y/N looked at him slightly confused, “Peter, what costume party happens in July? Besides that, you were just crawling on the ceiling.”

Peter sighed, looking down at the suit. He took it off, grabbing a shirt to throw on. He hid the suit in his closet and walked over to his bed to sit. He patted the seat next to him, indicating Y/N to sit next to him. They sat in silence.

“Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” Y/N questioned the boy. Peter looked shocked trying to defend himself, “I haven’t been ignoring you.”

Y/N scoffed, “Peter, we haven’t gone on a date in months and you always ignore my calls and texts. We rarely talk anymore.” He sat there, realizing all of the time that had passed by. “I-I didn’t know it was that long.” He mumbled, playing with his fingers, not making eye contact.

Y/n laughed a humorless laugh, “Everyone convinced me that you were cheating on me.”

Peter turned to face her, eyebrows raised from the accusation, “I would never do that to you, Y/N,” he said sincerely. Peter turned to her looking deeply in her eyes, placing his hands on her cheeks, just above her jaw. “I-I love you. I love you more than the amount of stars in the sky. I love you more than all the water in the ocean,” by now, there were tears falling from both of their eyes from the entire situation, foreheads pressed against one another, “I love you more than anything you could ever imagine.”

“I’m sorry I doubted you,” She cried, grabbing onto his forearms. Peter shook his head, “Don’t be, I should’ve told you from the start.” He whipped away the tears that were coming from her now red eyes.

Peter began to slowly close the space between them, leaning in closer to her lips. Everything was quiet, besides the short breaths the two of them made. Y/N could then smell that smell that was distinctively Peter’s. He closed his eyes tilting his head slightly, making the space between them disappear. It felt like he was home, that he was finale where he was meant to be.

Y/N closed her eyes, leaning into him. He kissed her like his life depended on it, like he was more needy for that rather than air. Their lips moved in sync while Y/N’s hands traveled to the back of Peter’s neck. His lips always seemed to taste as sweet as sugar. She ruffled her fingers through his dark locks, tugging lightly as their lips melded together.

They both pulled away, a faint blush on their cheeks from the rush of the moment. The two were breathing heavily, not letting go of one another.

After they caught their breath, the teens lay down on the bed, wrapping the fluffy comforter around them. She had her back pressed against his chest as they always used to do. Peter enveloped his hands around her waist, pulling Y/N closer to him. Y/N let out a content sigh just before Peter left a quick peck on her neck.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking Spider-Man.” Y/N mumbled with her eyes closed. “Well, technically, you were fucking Spider-Man.” He chuckled with his eyes closed as well.

“Oh my God, Peter.” She said slightly offended but laughing nonetheless. When her laughing subsided Peter began to speak, “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too, Pete.” She said before drifting off to sleep blissfully in the arms of her beloved.

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Perfectly Wrong- Shawn Mendes One Shot

Pairing: Shawn Mendes X Reader

Prompt: You’ve always lived in the shadow of your older sister, Camila Cabello, and you were okay with it before Shawn brought you into the light… but keeping a secret ‘relationship’ hidden from your sister who is completely smitten with the boy leads to a lot of trouble.

Word Count: 2800

Loosely Based On: Perfectly Wrong by Shawn Mendes

Warnings: Angsttt (and a fwb type relationship)

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It had never been easy for you- finding someone who found meaning in you. Being the famous Camila Cabello’s younger sister, you just felt that anyone who got close to you was using you for her. It hurt you to keep a safe distance from everyone, but you still did that. You would always set aside your happiness for hers, or that’s at least what you told yourself.

“What are you doing out here?” Shawn asked you, making you jump as if you’d just been caught doing something wrong. All you had been doing was sitting on the swing in Camila’s backyard, getting lost in your thoughts, as a party went on inside.

“Not my crowd.” You let out a shrug. Having one guy hit on you while staring at your sister was usual for you, but having two do it in one night pushed you over the edge.

“I feel it.” He nodded, walking over to you and casually sitting beside you. His voice was quiet as he spoke, “Are you good?”

“Just feeling extra lonely tonight, I guess.” You said, fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“What do you mean? You’ve got me.” Shawn gave you a soft smile.

“I mean that.” You pointed over to the window, where you could clearly see Camila cozying up to her boyfriend as she talked to her friends.

“Oh,” He paused, “That kind of lonely.”

“Yeah,” You sighed, “Before Camila left, all I wanted was to have something special like that, and then when she went off and became famous I just felt that was no longer an option for me.”

“Why not?” Shawn asked you innocently.

“Who would date me when there’s Camila?” You finally looked over at Shawn and suddenly felt embarrassed. This was Shawn you were talking to; he was your sister’s best friend and the boy that everyone loved. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. It’s nothing you’ve experienced, I’m sure.”

“I feel like everyone’s been through that. Whoever says otherwise is definitely lying. You probably just haven’t found your person yet, that’s all.” He tried to sound confident as he spoke, but you could tell he just wanted to find a way to make you feel better. “Besides, I wouldn’t say I’m the most experienced person out there.”

“More experienced than me. I haven’t even kissed anyone yet, let alone held someone’s hand romantically. I’m the saddest nineteen year old there is.” You let out a playful whine to lighten the mood. Shawn just laughed and casually reached his hand over and intertwined your fingers, delicately holding your hand in his. His eyes went from your hands to your own eyes, silently asking if it was okay.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at your connected hands.

“I’m holding your hand. Does this count as romantically?” He replied with a small smirk on his face.

“I don’t-” You began to answer as he brought your hand up to his face and pressed a light kiss to the back of your hand.

“Romantic enough?”

“Are you trying to make a move on me? Because you’re being so smooth right now, but I also feel like you’re mocking me at the same time.” You stated.

“Oh, I’m one hundred percent mocking you.” He teased. Suddenly feeling a burst of confidence, you replied boldly.

“There’s still a second part to my earlier statement.”

“Is there now?” Shawn asked leaning in. “If this is going to be your first ever kiss, I better make it a good one.”

“Don’t disappoint me.” You replied. You closed your eyes as he placed his free hand on your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss.

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Five months after that party, you weren’t entirely sure of what you and Shawn were. You knew that you really liked him, but it felt distant, as if neither of you would confess having true feelings for each other. You two had grown a lot closer though, helping each other gain ‘experience’, as Shawn called it. Part of you felt like you were completely being strung along for the ride, but another part of you absolutely enjoyed it.

The only regrettable part of the whole thing was the decision to keep it a secret from Camila. She and Shawn had a mutual thing for each other years ago, and Shawn felt that her knowing about the two of you wouldn’t be good. You hated lying to her, but it was for the best, right?

“Do you not answer your phone anymore?” Camila asked you once you finally picked up your phone on her third call.

“I was busy. What’s up?” You replied, ignoring the fact that Shawn was currently placing soft kisses on your neck.

“Can I come over? It’s about Matthew.” She said, her voice shaking just a little. At the sound of her voice crack, you lightly pushed Shawn off of you.

“I’m not at home right now.” You stated as the boy pouted at you for pushing him away.

“It’s late though.” Her response was more like a question.

“Yeah, I went out with the girls.” You tried to make your lies smooth.

“Oh, okay. So can I come by tomorrow?” She asked.

“Will you be okay until then?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to vent, but it can wait. I think I want to break up with Matthew,” She said, before quietly adding, “and I think I’m in love with Shawn and I have no clue what to do about it.”

“Um, that’s a lot.” You said, looking to see if Shawn had heard her through the phone. Thankfully, the curly haired boy was distracted by his own phone.

“I know. I should call him.”

“Call Shawn?” You clarified to your sister as he looked up at you, confused.

“Yeah, I feel like I need my best friend.”

“He might be asleep, you know. He did just get back from touring.” Shawn held in his laugh.

“You’re right. I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Camila asked.

“Of course.” You replied as she said goodbye and hung up the phone.

“Is everything okay?” Shawn asked you, wrapping his arms around you again.

“She’s just overthinking everything.”

“Sounds about right.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, “But I know I’m definitely not asleep right now.”

“Did you want her to call you too?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

“No actually. I can’t say no to her like you can. You’ve really got this lying thing down.” Shawn said. He went to give you a proper kiss, but you pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I’m just really tired. Mind if we call it quits early?” You asked, trying your hardest not hear Camila’s voice in the back of your head. It seemed as if you mind was stuck in a loop, hearing her confess to being in love with the boy who currently had his arms wrapped around you.

“Are you sure Camila’s okay?” Shawn questioned.

“Yeah, but I’m sleepy.” You replied, turning so that you two were spooning and he couldn’t see your distraught face. Shawn felt confused by your actions, normally you’d sleep with your head on his chest, something that he absolutely loved. As he felt you fall asleep beside him, he quietly whispered to you those three words that he wasn’t brave enough to tell you when you were awake, but he didn’t realize Camila’s words kept you from sleeping.

The next morning, you woke up to Camila calling you. You didn’t hesitate to pick up the phone, feeling bad for ditching her last night.

“I’m outside, are you going to let me in or not? And I brought you coffee.” She said in her normal happy voice, sounding much better than last night.

“You’re here?” Your voice was louder than expected as you bolted out of the bed, waking Shawn up in the process.

“What the-” He started to groan, but immediately went pale as you held a finger to your mouth.

“Yeah, I’m literally outside of your door.” She stated.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be outside my front door so early.” You repeated her words so that Shawn knew the problem you two were faced with.

“Are you going to let me in or not?” Your sister asked.

“Give me like two minutes, I need to change.” You said before hanging up the phone quickly.

“She’s outside?” Shawn asked you as he tugged on his clothes from the night before.

“Yeah, but we need to figure out how to get you out of here without her knowing.”

“Or we could just tell her?” He suggested, biting his lip as he was unsure of how you’d react. You looked at him with a shocked expression, a dead giveaway of your first thoughts.

“I was, um-” You paused as you tried to think of what to say. All you could hear was Camila’s voice from last night mixed with Shawn’s whisper from last night.

“I think she’ll be okay with it.” He said, taking your hands in his.

“No.” You said, looking away from him as you spoke. You began to change into normal clothes, “We should stop this, whatever this is.”

“Y/N, what- what do you mean?” Shawn asked you, feeling his heart ache by your statement.

“It was fun when we started this, but, Shawn, we need to stop sneaking around. I can’t hurt Camila like this, you’re her best friend.” As you turned around to face him again, he just stood there speechless with a frown.

“I’ll, um, I’ll sneak out the back when you let her in.” He said in a monotone voice. You knew he was trying his best to hold himself together. As you went to the front door, he dipped out the back. He took one last look at you when you let Camila in. His heart broke with every step he took away from your place.

“I love him, I think I really do.” was the first thing out of your older sister’s mouth as she handed you your coffee.

“Who are we talking about here?” You asked. You forced yourself to bite back your tears as she beamed at you.

“Shawn. I love Shawn.” She told you confidently. “Do you think it’s bad that I’m leaving my boyfriend for another guy?”

“No, not at all.” You couldn’t help yourself as you tried to reassure her, pushing aside your own feelings. As she casually sat on your couch, she finally realized something was off with you.

“What’s wrong?” She asked you.

“Nothing.” You said.

“Keep your secrets then.” Camila replied. Her phone dinged as she received a text and you recognized the sound as Shawn’s ringtone.

“What does Shawn want?” You asked, acting as if you didnt want to break at the mention of him.

“I invited him over, like right now.” She said and you looked at her horrified. “I want to tell him how I feel, and I really don’t want to do it with all of Matthew’s stuff around my place. Is it okay for him to stop by? I’m sure he’d love to see you.”

“Yeah, I think I’ll go get actually cleaned up when he’s here though, give you two some time together.” You subconsciously began to touch the covered hickey below your collarbone, left from Shawn last night.

“You’re literally the best.” She smiled, “He’s on his way.” As soon as she said those words, three tentative knocks came from your door.

“Shawn!” Camila greeted him with a large hug, her smile stretching across her face.

“Hey,” He smiled down at her, avoiding your gaze.

“Why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?” She asked innocently.

“No, just tired.” Shawn replied, trying to wipe away the redness.

“I’ll be in my room.” You said, exiting as soon as you could.

“She didn’t even say hi.” Camila playfully rolled her eyes at you before bringing Shawn into your living room to talk to him.

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The next two weeks were incredibly awkward and difficult for you. Camila was the happiest she had been in years; she seemed to fit so well with Shawn. You, on the other hand, were sadder than you had been in a long time. You and Shawn both tried to avoid each other at all costs, both hearts aching at the mention of the other. It hurt even more that your sister had absolutely no clue about it- she would always try to set you up with one of her guy friends or find a way for you, her, and Shawn to be together. Tonight was one of those nights.

“You’ve got this.” Camila said to Shawn right before his latest gig. She gave him a quick kiss and he smiled at her.

“Thanks, I’ll be back soon.” He told her before grabbing his guitar and heading on stage.

“You’ve really never seen him perform live?” Camila asked you as she stood beside you.

“I don’t exactly go places.” You replied jokingly.

“He’s amazing.” She stated, looking up at him dreamily. It hurt you to see him like this, and it hurt you even more to think your sister still didn’t know.

“Yeah, he really is.” You said as he began to play Lost in Japan.

Halfway through the gig, he sat down at the piano and began to play the soft melody of the song you knew too well- Perfectly Wrong.

“I want to slow things down a bit with this one. Sing it with me.” He said into the microphone before singing the lyrics. You told yourself you’d handle yourself- you can’t break in front of Camila, not now, not to your song.

“Oh, and why I can’t 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” As the song slowed again, he felt himself start to break before continuing.

“You’re perfectly wrong for me

And that’s why it’s so hard for me”

“I’ve never seen him play this song, but he’s really getting into it.” Camila said, taking her eyes off him to look at you. You nervously bit your lip as you saw Shawn’s eyes grow teary.

“I slept with Shawn.” You confessed in a hurried breath.

“You what?” Camila’s eyes seemed to double in size as she looked at you astonished.

“Well, you weren’t dating at that time.” You clarified, “We agreed to just not say anything, but I just feel so guilty about it and-”

“Y/N, do you love Shawn?” She asked you. Her smile was long gone as her eyes turned sad.

“I-I don’t-”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” You admitted, feeling shameful.

“I’m not upset.” She told you, pulling you in for a hug. “I needed a distraction and he was that for me; I could tell he never loved me.”

“I called it off with him as soon as I knew how you felt about him. I just couldn’t do that to you. I’m so sorry, Camila.” You said, leaning your head on her shoulder while still being completely enveloped in the hug.

“Stop apologizing to me. Besides, you should be telling Shawn how you feel, not me.” Camila pulled away from you and offered you a small smile. You sighed and looked over to the boy on the stage as he began to sing a much peppier song.

“I hurt him a lot.” You paused. “I don’t even know if he still feels the same.”

“Come on,” She said, playfully nudging you with her elbow, “The boy’s smitten by you.”

“If you say so.” You replied nervously.

“So,” Camila looked back over to you with a smirk on her face, “How good is he in bed? I want to know what I’m giving up here.” You laughed at her teasing, trailing your eyes back to Shawn. He glanced over at you and did a double take when he saw you and Camila smiling in his direction. He felt his heart skip a beat- for the first time in weeks, you were actually looking at him.

When he got off the stage, he fully expected to be greeted by Camila; it was a surprise when you came bounding up to him, pulling him in for a big hug. His jaw dropped as he slowly wrapped his arms around you once more. Over your shoulder, he saw Camila nodding in approval.

“Y/N,” was all Shawn could manage to slip out as you pulled away from the hug and brought him in for a kiss.

“I love you too, Shawn.” You confessed when you finally pulled away. “I heard you that night when you told me.”

“Is this okay?” He asked you, checking for more confirmation. He didn’t want to get his hopes up again.

“More than okay.” You said as he pulled you in for another kiss.

“I missed you.” Shawn told you, resting his forehead on yours.

“I missed you too.”

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shawn mendes is confirmed dating camila cabello, tom holland is seen holding hands with a girl, y/n is heartbroken, the world is ending

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peter retaliating against “baby monitor protocol” by changing the names of Tony’s Iron Man protocols

“hey FRIDAY, zoom in on that building over there”

“Old Man Bifocals protocol activated, Boss”

“what the fuck did you just say to me”