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alisonsfics · 4 years ago

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reconnected

pairing: shawn mendes x reader

request: “hello. i was wondering if you could write where y/n and shawn met at school or on vine or idk at a coffee shop. both of us were young new artists and bonded over that. as both of us start getting popular we lose contact. a few years later we decide to collab on a song and that rescinds a spark of friendship and maybe something. but of course, I wanted to at a bit of drama. while you try to catch up on, you know life, the paparazzi are sure you two are together, shawn's ex is stringing up trouble and all your friends and family keep on bothering you two about each other” - @iwishiwasyuri

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It had been a peaceful day. You had woken up early and started a day of productivity. You were currently drinking a cup of tea and replying to a few business emails.

It was peaceful. Birds were singing outside. It was early, and it felt like the world was not awake yet. This moment of serenity almost felt like the calm before the storm.

Then, your phone buzzed and shook your desk in the process. You were taken out of your thoughts.

You glanced down at the lit screen. You noticed a text message had popped up on your screen.

Woah.

You hadn’t seen that name in years.

Shawn.

Shawn Mendes.

You and Shawn had known each other for years. You both bonded over being singers and the rest was history.

You two had a beautiful story, much like a fairytale. The way you both met felt like a page out of a novel.

You had been at your local coffee shop, way before you had become successful in the music industry world.

It was back when you uploaded videos of yourself singing covers on YouTube. It was simple and seemed mediocre now, but at the time you loved it. You were singing all the time and it was your dream, even though you made virtually no money. You still loved it.

You jumped up into the seat at the high table. You pulled out your laptop to edit your most recent video. You sipped on your warm latte. It made you feel warm and cozy, as opposed to the freezing weather outside.

You plopped your headphones over your ears and started to edit the video. Within seconds, you heard a voice talking over your shoulder.

“So you’re a singer?” The voice asked. You jumped, almost managing to fall out of the chair. You felt a pair of strong arms catch you and keep you from falling.

Finally, you got a chance to look at the source of the voice. You had been prepared for it to be some creepy guy, but you were wrong.

So wrong.

The guy was cute and had the most perfect smile. You were speechless. You froze, and your brain shut off.

“Hi, uh sorry about that. I’m Shawn. It’s just, your headphones are unplugged. I was going to tell you and I realized it was you singing. I’m sorry I scared you” he said, kindly. You had to pinch yourself to realize this was all real. “I...uh hi. I’m Y/N. I was just zoned out, it’s not your fault. But hi, I’m Y/N” you rambled.

His smile made your stomach do flips. You felt like you were on a rollercoaster.

“Yeah, you said that already” Shawn said, chuckling. It was endearing. He wasn’t laughing at you, he was just amused by the cute girl who was stuttering over her words.

You didn’t know it then, but he thought you were adorable.

You thought the exact same thing about him.

The story went on. You two became great friends. You never got the courage to mention your little crush on him, but time went on.

As you both got busier, you started to drift apart. Eventually you just stopped talking. Any time you heard his songs on the radio or saw an article about him, it just pulled on your heart strings.

But now he was texting you.

Hey, Y/N. I know it’s been a while, well maybe longer than a while. It feels like forever. Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and talk. I really miss you

You were stunned. You could barely comprehend what you were reading.

It felt like a crazy dream, and you were about to wake up any second now.

You picked up your phone and tried to come up with a reply. It was harder than you thought it would be. How did you put years worth of feelings into just a few sentences?

Hi! It has been forever, I miss our late night runs for ice cream. I would love to hang out and catch up. I want to hear about all that I’ve missed. I hope you’re doing well!!

You pressed send and your heart leaped out of your chest. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears.

As you sat there waiting for a reply, it felt like years. In reality, it was probably five minutes.

Then, your phone dinged.

Awesome! You want to come over to my place in like an hour?

You almost jumped out of your chair. You couldn’t believe you were finally going to see Shawn after all these years. You sent a quick reply and then headed to your closet to get dressed.

You grabbed some clothes to change into and then proceeded to change your outfit four more times. Finally, you had settled on the best option. You checked the clock and saw that it was time to go.

You grabbed your phone and your keys and then headed to Shawn’s apartment.

You found yourself outside his front door, unable to move. You wanted to pick up your hand and knock on the door, but you couldn’t. Every time that you got close, you chickened out.

It had been years since you had seen Shawn. What if he changed? What if he didn’t like you anymore? What if you embarrassed yourself?

Every time another one of thoughts popped in your head, it became harder to try to knock on that door.

You took a deep breath and tried to still your shaking hands. You felt a small moment of confidence. Before it went away, you quickly knocked on the door.

Your pulse quickened. You felt the extreme urge to just run away. Before you could do that, the door opened.

There he was.

He looked different in person. Magazines and social media had been the only place you saw him for years. Now, three feet in front of you, you were almost shocked that he was three dimensional.

“Hi” was all you get out.

You were absolutely frozen.

“Hey” he said, slowly. He seemed to also be at a loss for words.

You looked him up and down, taking in all of his features. His hair was longer now. His shoulders were broader and he was so much more muscular now.

You were almost drooling over his arms in the tight shirt. Your lingering gaze left his body and you met his eyes.

Small smiles appeared on both of your faces. He grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug. His tight embrace was comforting. His strong arms around you made your heart swoon.

After a while, you both pulled away. Once again, you couldn’t get rid of the grin on your face. “So how have you been?” He asked, looking into your eyes.

You started to tell him about major changes in your life that he had missed. While you were talking, his hand naturally slipped into yours. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as you spoke.

Your heart was racing at the speed of sound. It felt like a dream. There was no way you could really be standing in front of Shawn after all these years.

“It’s so good to finally see you again. I’ve actually been wanting to ask you something” Shawn said, after you finished talking. You were immediately intrigued, but also worried.

“And what is that?” You asked, rocking back and forth on your feet. “I was wondering if you would want to collab on a song sometime. I really love your music, and it would awesome to work with you” he told you, honestly.

You were taken aback. “I would love to. Is that why you invited me? To use me for monetary gain?” You teased him, giggling. He chuckled and shook his head. “No, that’s not why I wanted to see you again” he said, with a certain sparkle in his eyes.

You started gazing into his eyes, and it became harder and harder to stop. You didn’t notice, but you both started to step closer together. What you did notice was Shawn carefully placing his hand on your waist. He did it so lightly that you almost thought you imagined the lingering touch.

Before you both started to lean in, there was a loud commotion outside the front door. You both quickly jumped away like teenagers caught doing something mischievous.

Shawn sighed and headed towards the door to check who it was. He looked through the peephole and then quickly backed up. You were confused by his urgency.

“Who is it?” You asked, curiously. He didn’t answer you right away. He walked over to a wall and quickly closed the curtains. “The paparazzi are here” he said, walking back over to you.

“Well then I guess you’re stuck with me until they leave” you said, smiling as you walked over to the couch. You plopped down on the couch, and Shawn joined you seconds later.

“So do you want to watch a movie because you’re going to be stuck here?” He asked you, grabbing the remote.

You nodded and leaned your head on his shoulder. He didn’t expect you to do it, but he leaned into your touch. He pressed play on a movie and then put his arm along the back of the couch.

Slowly, as the movie continued, his arm moved from the couch to your shoulders. The way he transitioned was so natural, like he was used to having his arm around you. It felt good, and was definitely something you could get used to.

The movie became dull, and you glanced up at Shawn. You found yourself admiring his features as he watched the screen.

Then he caught you.

He looked down into your eyes. You felt your cheeks heat up as you were caught. “Hi you” he said, sweetly. You just smiled and then cuddled further into his side.

“Hey wait. I wanted to ask you about something?” Shawn said, pausing the movie.

You looked back up at him. It was hard to not smile. You always felt happy when you were around Shawn.

“So, I know that we haven’t seen each other in years, but there’s been something I’ve always wanted to tell you. Since the day we first met, I have—” Shawn started to say before he was interrupted.

Your phone loudly started ringing. It distracted you from what he was saying. You glanced down at your phone. It was your mom calling.

“I’m so sorry. It’s my mom, I have to take this” you said, apologetically setting one of your hands on Shawn's. He nodded. He was always so understanding.

You quickly answered the phone. Before you could say hello, your mom started interrogating you.

“Are you and Shawn finally together?” She asked, very quickly. You were taken aback by the question and also how fast she had asked that. “Uhh...no. Why would you think that?” You asked her, confused.

“The pictures are everywhere. It’s you walking into his house, and there’s a picture of you two hugging. All the tabloids are saying you two are together. I know that I shouldn’t trust tabloids, but I’ve always wanted you two to date. You are both so great together. Plus, he’s very handsome. So, you have good taste” your mom rambled, only stopping when she ran out of breath.

“Woah woah woah. Slow down. I promise you, Shawn and I are not dating” you assured your mom. Only then, Shawn started to listen to what you were saying. He had been trying not to listen or eavesdrop, but you were right next to him.

He just smirked at you. You saw it and rolled your eyes at him, as you tried to hold back from laughing.

Eventually, your mom said she believed you and hung up the phone. “I’m sorry about that. She started listening to the tabloids” you explained to him. He chuckled as he looked at his own phone. “That’s okay. All my friends are texting me about it too” he told you, smiling.

“Well then I guess you’re stuck with me as your fake girlfriend” you said, sticking your tongue out at him. He put his arm around you and then you leaned your head on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you” he said, softly.

You started to trace shapes on the back of his hand. “I’ve missed you too” you said, at the same volume.

You felt Shawn kiss your temple and you felt the heat rush to your face.

“So what were you going to ask me before?” You asked him, giving him your full attention. Just as he was about to tell you, there was a loud knocking at the front door.

Shawn groaned and then stood up. He walked over to the door. He looked through the peephole and just sighed.

“Hang on a minute” he said to you. Then, he opened the door. You couldn’t see the door from where you were sitting. “Hey there sweetheart” you heard a girl say, and your blood ran cold.

Did Shawn have a girlfriend? You had never even brought it up. You felt so stupid. Of course he had a girlfriend. It had been years. You had been sitting here hoping he would make a move, but he was taken. He was gorgeous, any girl would be lucky to date him.

“Ashley. What do you want? We broke up. Stop acting like it didn’t happen” Shawn said, sternly. It threw you even farther off guard. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but it seemed like Shawn was actually single.

“I just saw on Twitter that coffee shop girl was here before. If you are dating, I want you to know that you can do better. I’m still single and you know I’m hotter than her. Just come here and kiss me so all those paparazzis will know you’re mine again” you heard Ashley said.

You felt disgusted listening to her talk. She was being really rude to both you and Shawn. “Goodbye Ashley. Go ruin somebody else’s day” Shawn said, closing the door.

He walked back over to you. He looked defeated. “So that was...?” You asked. “My ex-girlfriend. I know, bad idea” he said. You didn’t know what to say.

Shawn cursed under his breath. He looked furious. You stood up and walked over to him. “Hey it’s okay. It’s no big deal. We’ll just move on. You don’t have to worry about it” you said, trying to console him. You didn’t know why he was so upset of all a sudden.

“No, it’s not okay, Y/N” he snapped at you. You jumped away from him. You visibly flinched. His eyes softened when he saw you back away. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have shouted, it’s not your fault” he said, hanging his head low.

“It’s just— I’ve tried to kiss you three times today, or at least just tell you how I feel. Every time that I try, something gets in the way. I haven’t seen you in years and I just want get this off my chest. I feel like we have something special. I don’t know if you feel it too, or I’m just crazy. I really just want to kiss you, but I’m afraid something will get in the way if I try” he confessed.

You were shocked. This was the last thing you expected him to say. You had always wished that your connection was more than just friends, but you had always second guessed it. You always assumed that you were just making it up.

“Well, there’s nothing stopping you now” you said, coyly. He quickly looked up to meet your eye contact. He looked unsure, so you made the first move.

You walked towards Shawn and placed your hands on his chest. “What are you waiting for?” You asked him. That was all the clarity he needed.

He instantly connected your lips and wrapped his arms around your waist. It felt perfect. That sounds cliche and unrealistic, but the mixture of years of feelings and yearning made the perfect combination.

You both pulled away and couldn’t look away from each other’s eyes. “I guess I should call my mom back and tell her I lied” you said, giggling.

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lonelyreputation · 4 years ago

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2021 (AU)

A/N: Got a bit wine tipsy & wrote a teeny story! It’s a bit different from what I’ve written before, so I hope you all enjoy!! Would love to hear your thoughts!! Was thinking of making it a little series, so!!! Happy 2021! I hope this year (so far) has been kind to you ! 💥💞

Prompt: One-sided enemies to lovers (kinda) & No dialogue

MASTERLIST | LET’S CHAT 🥂

Warnings: One swear word // WC: 2.6K // Angst & Fluff

He stared at you.

No, he glowered at you.

He couldn’t stand to be in the same room as you anymore. He’s been with you for as long as he could remember; from elementary school, middle school, high school…He was always a shadow in the room whenever you were in it. Always had been. Always will be.

His earliest memories included you scoring the top grades in school, teacher’s favorite student, handed in every assignment early, and you would always be picked first for a team in recess and gym class. He always resented you more for the latter. Ever since his best friend, Brian, picked you first for his kickball team in elementary school and not him…He ripped the title of best friend away from Brian.

Shawn Mendes hated you.

And he was fairly certain that you reciprocated the same feelings of hatred towards him.

In high school, Shawn studied day and night, turning down countless offers to parties because he was determined to receive the valedictorian title. Looking back on it now, five years since the high school became his alma mater, Shawn was still hung up over the fact that you stole his position of the highest education honor in high school.

He had the perfect farewell speech prepared for graduation. It was the perfect blend of a look how far we’ve come since freshman year speech and a see you later speech. Shawn was fairly close to the dean of student’s secretary and they may have tipped him off that he––more than likely––would be the valedictorian. So, his mother already had a copy of the speech framed and hung in the family room, next to his senior portraits, before the school year even ended.

Shawn finished the year with an exceptional GPA of 4.7.

But you…You finished the year with a slightly higher GPA of 4.8.

The feeling Shawn felt in the pit of his stomach was hard to pinpoint when he found out he was not valedictorian. Enraged didn’t feel like a strong enough feeling. Frustrated seemed like an adjective too soft to describe his disappointment. But the one feeling he could trace back as the reason for his clenched fists, locked jaw, and blinding vision of rage was resentment.

He remembers when the school sent out a congratulatory email to the top 10% of the graduating class. He expected to see Shawn Mendes as the name written on the top of the list. But instead, he saw your name on the top line, and his name at #2.

Shawn had even planned for his graduation party to be on the same day that the valedictorian announcement was made. He wanted to celebrate his achievements with his family and friends because he expected to have the title. He stayed up in his room for nearly an hour at his own graduation party to calm down his rage.

Maybe if he pushed himself a little harder, then maybe he would’ve beaten you out for the top spot.

Shawn Mendes detested you.

After all the years he spent with you––all the way from elementary to high school––he finally felt free after he was handed his high school diploma and shook the principal’s hand. He was leaving the small town of Pickering and attending university in Toronto where he would never have to see you again.

But Shawn wasn’t that lucky.

Because during an orientation session, a week before the first day of classes, he saw you walk on campus with your own orientation group. No amount of breathing exercises could calm him down. All he saw was red. And worst of all, you caught his blatant glare and offered him a small wave.

He ignored you, turned his head back to his group, and tried to engage in the ice breaker conversation.

Luckily, he only saw you a handful of times a semester. He had a different major than you; and always let out a sigh of relief when he walked into a general education class and saw you nowhere in attendance. It would’ve been ideal if he didn’t have to spend another four years with you, but he didn’t see you as much as he did in high school.

Until it came to senior year when you two both landed an internship at the same company.

Shawn thought he was in his own personal hell when he saw you in the lobby, on the first day, chatting with the other interns. He didn’t know what he did in a past life to deserve this kind of torture, but he would repent for the rest of his life to make sure it didn’t happen again. Thankfully, he was interning in a different department than you. But word somehow always got back to him about how wonderful every supervisor thought you were.

When he finally received his university diploma, that was the day he felt truly free. He was done with school, done with his internship––Done with you. He drank a little too much in celebration that night. He drank to never having to see you again and drank to celebrate the job offer his internship offered him.

He didn’t have to worry about either you or trying to find a job as a new university graduate.

So when he showed up to the place where he was now an employee––dressed in a new suit––his smile disappeared when he walked out of the elevator and saw you. He tripped over his own two feet, spilling some coffee on his coat.

Shawn, I’d like you to meet the other new hire––I believe you interned with her.

In the lobby of his first job was where he silently apologized to any God he had ever offended. If this was punishment for missing Church for the past seven years, he begged for forgiveness. If this was punishment for getting into a fight during one of his hockey games, he begged for forgiveness. He begged for forgiveness, but he didn't think he’d be pardoned any time soon.

Because in his new office space, at his first real job, he was only three desks away from you.

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You stared at him.

No, you gazed at him.

You absolutely loved being in the same room as him. You’ve been with him for as long as you could remember, and you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. From elementary school all the way through the wonderful years of high school. You always saw yourself as being academically equally to him. Although admittedly, you thought he was better than you.

A memory with him that was stuck in your mind was one from elementary school; you were nine and it was gym class. Brian had enlightened you that Shawn liked girls who could run fast. And after learning that bit of information, you convinced Brian to pick you first so that way Shawn would notice how fast you could run. So, Brian picked you to be on his team first…Not Shawn.

But after that day, Shawn stopped talking to Brian. And Brian came crying to your nine-year-old self while you were at the arts and crafts table saying that Shawn was ignoring him.

You had a little crush on Shawn Mendes.

But you weren’t all that positive that Shawn reciprocated those same feelings of giddiness you felt whenever you saw him on the playground.

In your eyes, you were one and the same with ambitions. School never came easy to you; so, studying for absolutely every subject was a chore. But you knew how smart he was, and you wanted him to think you were smart too. Along with studying, you buttered up to the teachers so that they would give you the benefit of the doubt and round that A grade––that was nearly an A+––to be an A+.

You knew he used similar tactics, but he wasn’t as obvious as you.

While you made studying a priority in high school, one of your friends mentioned that Shawn liked outgoing girls. So, you turned down some study sessions, and went out on either Friday or Saturday nights––sometimes both––in hopes you could strike up a conversation with Shawn. But you rarely saw him at the parties you attended.

And even five years after you graduated highschool, you were still hung up about not spotting him at more parties.

You had all the right words to say if you ever bumped into Shawn at a party. You had it all prepared, and even went as far as practicing in front of a mirror more times than necessary. Stored away in your mind was an endless list of topics you could talk to him about. You knew he played hockey, so you made a note to ask him about his games. And you were tipped off by a friend that Shawn liked when people complimented his ability to play guitar.

Granted, you had never heard him play guitar, but you were still prepared to praise him. You would’ve felt proud of yourself for stepping out of your comfort zone to talk to the boy who made you shiver with a pleasant bundle of nerves.

Shawn was a smart person. If you remembered correctly, he was the smartest person in school. You always admired his ability to keep up with his course load, play hockey, and balance out a well-planned social life. A little bird flying around the halls whispered that Shawn found smart and well-driven girls attractive. So you worked harder than you ever had in your life to miraculously pull your grades up higher.

You finished with a well deserved 4.8 GPA.

Shawn finished with an admirable GPA of 4.7.

Ecstatic didn’t feel like the proper word to describe how happy you were. Relief seemed like an adjective that was fairly representative of how gratifying it was to read that email. But one feeling you could trace back as the reason for your blinding smile, infectious high-spirited mood, and rose colored vision was how proud you felt.

Because the information in that email confirmed that you and Shawn were academic equals. And you knew how much he valued education.

You spent nearly an hour in your room––at your own graduation party––to write in your journal about how amazed you were with Shawn’s intelligence. Tucked away in a shoe box, your high school journal was still under your childhood bed with that entry.

You were in love with Shawn Mendes.

After your years in school together came to a bittersweet end, you felt slightly deflated when you received your high school diploma. It was your final parting place with him. You didn’t know what his plans were after high school––Always too nervous to make small talk with him. You were leaving the small town of Pickering and facing your fears of living in a big city and attending university in Toronto. You thought you would never see him again.

But you were lucky.

Because during orientation week, you were walking back from coffee with some new friends, when you saw him. You felt your breath get caught in your throat when you saw him sitting on the lawn with his orientation group. All you saw was a familiar rose color when you caught his stare. With a deep breath, and a little pep talk in your head, you offered him a small wave.

Instead of waving back at a familiar face, he turned his head back to his orientation group. You felt a little sad, but you brushed it off thinking he didn’t see you. One of your friends saw you wave at him, and they excitedly took hold of your wrist, and whispered; is that him?

Unfortunately, you only saw him a few times a semester. You figured he had a different major than you; but you always held your breath in anticipation when you walked into a general education class. But when the professor started class, and he didn’t rush in late through the doors, you always let out a disappointed sigh.

You accepted the fact that you and Shawn were no more than people who had grown up in the same town and went to school together. The past was in the past, and you were trying to move on as you filled out multiple internship applications.

Until it came to your senior year when you two both landed an internship at the same company.

You thought you were in your personal paradise when you saw him walk into the lobby, on the first day, that you stopped talking with the other interns. You didn’t know what you did in a past life to deserve this positive karma, but you would keep up whatever good deeds you were doing. Unfortunately, he was interning in a different department than you.

But even as you worked in a different area of the office, you always heard words of praise about him from multiple supervisors. And you always reiterated how diligent of a worker he had been since high school. You even tried your best to try and go on a coffee run with him, just to see him for a little bit, but those plans were never successful.

You dreaded the day when it came to receive your university diploma; that would be the actual day where your thin ties with Shawn would be officially cut. And then you would have to wait for either high school or university reunions just to get a glimpse of him. You were done with school, done with your internship––Done with him.

You had a quiet celebration with your family, opting to go out to a nice dinner instead of having a blow out party. You only drank a little champagne to celebrate the night. You sipped to all of your academic accomplishments, sipped to celebrate the job your internship offered you, and sipped in sadness as regret filled your body.

Because even after having four more additional years of school and an internship with him, you were still too nervous to talk to him.

But when you were in the lobby talking with the head of Human Resources, the ding of the elevator caused you to turn your head. You didn’t think the smile on your face could shine any brighter. You thought he looked really nice in the suit he was wearing, and he seemed just as surprised to see you when he stepped out of the elevator. He tripped over his own two feet, some coffee spilling over the lid.

Shawn, I’d like you to meet the other new hire––I believe you interned with her.

Not only had you interred with him before; you also grew up a few streets away from him, went to elementary school, middle school, high school, and university together.

In the lobby of your first real job was where you silently thanked any God up in the sky that answered your prayers.

If this was a reward for all of the nights you spent crying over sophomore year biology, you thanked your lucky stars. If this was a reward for the one time you went to one of his hockey games, and got a bag of ice for the athletic trainer when Shawn got hurt, you thanked your lucky stars. You thanked your lucky stars because you didn’t think you would be given a third chance to see Shawn any time soon.

Because in your new office, at your first real job, you were only three desks away from him.

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mikrowrites · 5 years ago

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just an act

Shawn Mendes x Reader

warnings: angst

PSA I love Shawn and Camila they’re wonderful people no shade to them at all!!! This is just a work of fiction!!! Stream Señorita!!!

She knew that the music video was just acting, and Shawn and Camila were just friends... until he kissed her in front of thousands.

Señorita was the anthem of the summer.

Y/N had been incredibly supportive, even sitting on set and watching as her best friends shot their music video. Though yes, it seemed uncomfortable watching them so intimate, Shawn would constantly run over and peck Y/N on the lips as if saying “it’s okay, we’re acting”.

Shawn really was a brilliant actor. Y/N didn’t even see it coming.

And she felt humiliated.

Y/N had decided to surprise Shawn by flying to Toronto and going to his concert with his family. Karen had picked her up from the airport that day, Aaliyah excitedly tackled Y/N into a hug, grabbing her backpack from her.

“It’s so good to see you, Y/N! I’ve missed you so much!” The girl gasped. “And you promised to stay for my hockey match?”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” Y/N confirmed, wrapping her arm around the girl as they walked towards Karen, the woman pulling Y/N in for a hug.

“Hey, Y/N. Doing well?” Karen smiled.

Y/N nodded, sighing. “Been better, but yeah.”

The night the first paparazzi photos of Shawn and Camila hit, Y/N had called in tears to Karen.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” Y/N cried. “It hurts so bad, K.”

“You and I know Shawn better than anyone. He loves you so much, and he’s just promoting his album. Everything will end okay, I promise.” Karen had advised.

Karen squeezed her arm, the three of them getting into the car. They had managed to convince Shawn that him and Manuel needed some father-son time, so Karen and Aaliyah were sneaking Y/N to Pickering while the two men were in Toronto.

Y/N anxiously applied the lipstick to her lips, staring at the mirror anxiously. Her insecurities had recently been getting the best of her, with Shawn’s fake relationship. Camila was so effortlessly more beautiful that Y/N, funnier, sexier.

She shook her head, casting out the thoughts weighing down her brain. Shawn loves Y/N, that was that. Y/N ran her hand through her hair one time, smiling at the mirror as she left the bathroom.

The arena was packed, fans shouting song lyrics as they waited for the lights to dim. Y/N sat with Aaliyah and Karen, anticipating the start of the show. Y/N had of course seen it already when they came to her home town and knew the set list by heart.

Manuel came to join them, Y/N wrapping her arms around him.

“He doesn’t suspect a thing.” Manuel confirmed, the family and Y/N excited for the surprise. They couldn’t wait to see the look on Shawn’s face when he saw Y/N. Hell, even Alessia was in on it. During her opening act she kept sparing smiles at where she knew Y/N was seated.

Soon the beginnings of Lost in Japan filled the venue, Y/N and Aaliyah screaming the lyrics to his opening numbers together. Y/N was soon excited to hear her favorite song from the album, Mutual, when she herself was caught by surprise.

The chords of Señorita began to fill the arena, Y/N slowing stopping cheering. Confusion flooded her brain, until her heart stopped.

Shawn grinned as Camila walked out on stage.

Y/N turned to Karen in confusion, who looked just as shocked. Y/N decided to play along and cheer and clap to the song. It’s just four minutes, Y/N repeated in her head, her own personal mantra to get through it.

The song was nearing it’s end, Y/N sighing in relief. Finally.

Suddenly Shawn and Camila drew closer to each other, Y/N’s smile dropping and her heart racing as they stared into each other’s eyes.

He won’t kiss her, they’re just re-enacting the music video, Y/N firmly decided.

The music cut out, Y/N letting out the breath she’d been holding, looking up in time to see her worst nightmare.

Shawn and Camila leaned in, the two passionately kissing as though there weren’t thousands watching them.

Y/N’s world came crashing down.

The loud and thrilling cheers of the fans were inaudible to her, as she stared at the stage in shock. Her breathing quickened, barely hearing Karen shouting her name. Y/N turned to the family, who were staring at her in shock and pity. “I—I need to go... enjoy the concert...” Y/N managed out before turning and walking out.

She speed walked into the nearest bathroom, where she locked herself in a stall, finally allowing the tears to fall. Y/N wailed in agony, her mind racing with the damn song, paparazzi photos, and the two kissing.

Y/N was a fool.

She stood, looking in the mirror at her reflection. Y/N truly was no match for the perfect and beautiful Camila Cabello. Y/N rubbed her puffy eyes, seeing her phone buzzing. Alessia was calling, and Y/N could see Aaliyah had tried thrice. Y/N powered off her phone, leaving the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Shawn ran backstage, grinning ear to ear as the concert finally ended. He was however met with an angry Alessia.

“You fucking dick.” Alessia spat, curling her hands into fists.

“Les? What’s going on?” Shawn immediately stopped smiling, approaching the girl.

Alessia frantically gestured at the stage. “That. With Camila, are you serious, Shawn?!”

Shawn shrugged. “It just... happened. I can’t even describe-“

“Y/N.”

Shawn stopped, looking at Alessia. The girl was trembling, her eyes darkening when saying Shawn’s girlfriend’s name.

“What?” Shawn asked. “It’s fine. She’ll understand, it’s just-“

“Y/N was here.” Alessia growled.

Shawn froze, his heart stopping. Alessia continued.

“She came to surprise you. She loves you. And you just kissed another girl on stage.”

He stumbled backwards, running his hands through his hair. “I-shit...”

“Is it her or Camila, Shawn?” Alessia darkly muttered, standing inches from the tall boy. “Because you can’t just switch between.”

Shawn stumbled for words, trying to piece together a coherent sentence. He remained quiet, staring down at his feet.

Alessia scoffed, stepping back. “I can’t believe you. I’m glad this tour is almost over, I can’t stand you. Enjoy fucking Camila.” With that the curly haired girl left, attempting to call Y/N again.

Y/N had wordlessly gotten a hotel room, Karen had dropped her stuff off without even asking. The woman sat next to Y/N on the bed, the girl looking up at her for any indicator that Shawn had felt remorse, loved her, wanted to see her.

Karen was quiet for a minute before finally speaking. “He brought Camila to the house. I’m sorry.”

Y/N’s face crumpled, tears cascading down her cheeks as another sob erupted from her throat. Karen gathered the girl up in her arms, soothing her as Y/N screamed into her shoulder.

Y/N should’ve seen it coming.

She should’ve known he wasn’t just acting.

A couple days later, Y/N pulled up to the ice arena, breathing in shakily. She had promised Aaliyah she’d come to her hockey game, and at least Y/N could say goodbye to the family that had cared for her for so many years.

Y/N began to walk out of the parking lot, stopped in her tracks at the sight of Shawn’s familiar Jeep in a parking spot. The car they’d scream song lyrics in, eating pizza and kissing. Y/N shook her head, marching onwards. They were done.

She entered the arena, sitting and watching the game. Y/N cheered when Aaliyah made a goal, and booed when bad calls were made.

Afterwards Y/N approached Karen, Manuel, and Aaliyah, who was still in uniform. “Y/N!” She cried, running to her and wrapping her arms around her. “I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“A promise is a promise, Liyah.” Y/N assured, pulling away. “Besides the next non-full plane ride back to (your home town/nearest city) is tomorrow, so I had to come.”

“Y/N.”

Y/N stiffened, turning to see the boy who broke her heart. He stood, his body frozen in shock, with a hand intertwined with one of Camila’s.

“Hey guys.” Y/N strained a smile. “Promised Aaliyah I’d come.”

Camila smiled nervously, Shawn still seeming to try to find words. Y/N shook her head. “You don’t have to say anything. I already know.” She turned to Camila. “I hope you two are happy together. I honestly do.”

Y/N turned and gave Aaliyah one last hug, and smiled gratefully at Karen and Manuel before she turned and walked past Shawn and Camila, leaving the ice rink.

She finally exhaled the breath she’d been holding once she made it outside, blinking tears away. Y/N shook her head again, striding to her car, driving away from her heartbreak.

Now it was Y/N’s time to act.

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idecidedtowriteagain · 5 years ago

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Act Like You Love Me ~ Chapter One

A/N: I know I took forever to write this but I’m hoping I can build a habit, but anyway here’s this part, I’m hoping that by Monday I will publish Co-Stars (3) and hopefully next Wednesday or Saturday I will have the next part of this. FYI this chapter and the next (1.5) will be set in the past, it won’t be the present until Chapter Two. :)

17 years earlier...

Y/N was a songwriter and singer, so Y/N would sit outside the schoolyard humming and singing songs that were coming to her. That is until she was rudely interrupted by Selena

“And I hope someone's gonna take me home somewhere I can rest my soul. I need to kno-

“Hey, give that back, I was writing.” She says immediately getting up to get her journal from Selena before she could read the rest of her songs.

“Aww, honey, this is so cringy. Listen up, girls, ‘Everybody gets high sometimes, you know, what else can we do when we're feeling low? So, take a deep breath and let it go, you shouldn't be drowning on your own.’ How sweet, who is this about, Y/N? Do we know them? Seems like you’re in love with them to be writing such sappy love songs. We don’t tell, right, girls?” Selena says mockingly and continues reading the journal and leans into Justin, showing him the songs.

“Hey, Selena, leave Y/N alone, didn’t your mom tell you it’s not polite to go through people’s things?” Shawn asks rhetorically while snatching the journal from Selena’s grasp and handing it back to Y/N.

Y/N mumbles a thank you and watches in shock as she realizes that Shawn was saving her from further humiliation while his friends were around. Everyone knew that Shawn was a sweetheart, she more than others, but he tended to let his friends, mostly Justin, do as they please simply because it’s funny.

“Y/N, you’re really talented, don’t listen to what Selena or the other girls say, those lyrics were really deep and powerful, if you don’t mind could you maybe show me some more songs?” Shawn asks, his voice sounding genuine and his eyes filled with sincerity.

“I-I don’t think so, they’re not that good, they’re just something I write on my spare time but they’re mediocre at best.” Y/N says, trying to not sound rude after Shawn had just done something so nice for her.

“Well, princess, he’s not wrong, you have talent, and you know we’re in our own little band and could use a songwriter.” Justin comments as he comes closer and leans on Shawn’s arm while offering his hand to help her get up from the grass where she had been peacefully sitting until Selena came over.

She blushes, becoming a little flustered given that she had developed a crush on Justin ever since junior year when he started openly singing at small competitions around town just for fun. The thing is that he was always hanging around the most beautiful and popular girls, like Selena. She and Shawn had been childhood friends up until he became closer to Justin and decided to start a little band with him, but at least he was a decent person and would make light conversation in class, but we weren’t friends, anymore, since he would usually hang out with Justin, and God knows Y/N wasn’t nearly as popular as any of the people they were around.

“I’ll think it over, but I really don’t think so guys, I don’t want to disappoint either of you, if later you realize I’m actually not that great at writing.” Y/N says, trying to get them to lay off of her, it’s not that she didn’t want to help them, but why would they want to associate with her, someone who they’ve known for years but didn’t really bother talking to, well more than was necessary?

“You could never disappoint me, sweetheart.” Shawn said again, so sweet and genuine, it seemed unreal.

“Yeah, princess, if you write anything like the song Selena read, you’d be perfect.” Justin said while smirking. That damn smirk, it would unfortunately do things Y/N would hate to say out loud and was the inspiration for some of the lyrics she had written.

“Okay well since lunch is practically over, I’m going to start heading to class, it was nice talking to both of you, and thank you again, Shawn, for getting my journal back.” She says as she proceeds to pack her stuff back into her backpack, as she finishes the lunch bell rings.

“It’s no problem, if you ever need something, you know you can come to me, I’ll see you later.” Shawn states as he and Justin start to walk to where they previously were to gather their stuff.

“So, Mom, Dad, today Shawn and Justin talked to me, they heard my lyrics and want me to be a part of their band!” I tell my parents excitedly as they make some pastries for the bakery.

“Oh hon, that’s great, Shawn is such a sweetheart, I don’t know about Justin though, there’s something off about him.” My mom states as she moves through the kitchen and into the front to attend to any customers that may have come in.

“I agree with your mother, you know we like the Mendes kid, even if he has a crush on you, he seems like a good, sensible guy.” My dad says as he gets out a batch of empanadas.

“How many times do I have to tell you that Shawn doesn’t like me, he barely even talks to me, so why would he even feel anything for me?” Y/N states exasperated and help take the empanadas to the front.

“Whatever you say hon, but we know that look in his eyes, it’s the same look I have for your mother, but it’s your choice, we know you’re really talented and have an amazing voice and even more amazing writer.” Dad says as he leans against the counter, watching her as she come back from giving Mom the empanadas.

“Okay, well I guess I’m going to go over to Shawn’s to show him some songs and maybe a recording of one of the songs, I’ll be back in maybe three hours? Okay, love you, bye.” Y/N states as she walks out of the bakery before her dad could stop her.

She drives to her house to get settled into some pajamas, aka sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that was tucked in, and her lyric journal before walking over to Shawn’s house that was just three houses over. She knocks on the door, wondering if he’s even home since she did show up unannounced. She began to get nervous, if he’s home would he even want to listen to her songs? What if he changed his mind? What is he rea-

“Hey! What are you doing here? I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re here and you’re always welcome here, but why?” Shawn says, getting kind of flustered as he begins to rant.

“Well, umm, I came over to show you a song. I mean, if you still want to hear it, that is.” She says still unsure if it’s was the right thing in coming over.

“Oh yes! Definitely, come in!” Shawn says, smiling ear to ear, as he opens the door to let her in.

“Thank you, Shawn.” She says as she steps into the house, even though they are neighbors, she had never been inside, it was smaller than her house but just as warm as a home should be.

“Sorry I came so late; well I know it’s barely six, but I still showed up unannounced. And like I don’t know, I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say really.” Y/N rants trying to apologize just in case he was busy.

“Y/N, it’s fine, you know it’s just me and Aaliyah since mom left us and she’s with some friends so I was just catching up on homework, you didn’t interrupt anything important, and like you said, it’s barely six, don’t worry about it.” He stated, easing her worries. But she still felt bad, temporarily forgetting about his mom leaving him and Aaliyah for someone else a few months earlier, Shawn now taking care of Aaliyah on his own at 17, now 18.

“So, we can head to my room if you want, or the kitchen, really anywhere you feel comfortable.” He says while looking at the girl, waiting for her to decide where they were going to be.

“Your room is fine if you want, I don’t mind.”

“Okay so let’s head up there, you want anything to drink or something?” She shakes her head and they head to his room that was now the master bedroom.

“So, I was thinking you could either listen to the one Selena was reading today, Cold Water , or I have this other song, it’s one of the first I wrote, so it might not be that good but it’s up to you.”

“I loved what I heard from today, but whichever is fine, do you sing?”

“I mean, I guess? Like I sing and my parents say I sing ‘great’ but I don’t really sing in public or anything. I could try singing if you want, just don’t mind my voice too much, it’s the thought that counts.” She says nervously chuckling.

“If you’re okay with it, go ahead, I’m sure you’re great and I’m not judging, sweetheart.” Shawn says also chuckling. She nods, trying to calm her nerves and get ready to sing.

‘Everybody gets high sometimes, you know

What else can we do when we're feeling low?

So, take a deep breath and let it go

You shouldn't be drowning on your own

And if you feel you're sinking, I will jump right over

Into cold, cold water for you

And although time may take us into different places

I will still be patient with you

And I hope you know

I won't let go

I'll be your lifeline tonight

She sings, closing her eyes, getting so lost in the lyrics she didn’t notice Shawn strumming his guitar, trying to find the music to go with the song. As she finishes, she takes a moment to just take it all in. She opens her eyes only to see Shawn staring at her with a look in his eyes she couldn’t quite decipher, was it admiration? Fondness? Or was she completely wrong and was it disgust?

“Y/N, that was amazing! And you were worried about singing badly, you have THE best voice I’ve heard.”

“Thank you, Shawn, I really appreciate it.”

“So, are you down to joining me and Justin, you have a lot of potential and you and Justin could sing together or just write if that’s what you want, we’ll tailor to your wants and needs.” Shawn asks pleadingly.

“If you’re sure, then yes! I’d love to, but shouldn’t we ask Justin first?” She states excitedly, happy someone besides her family thinks she has talent.

“We can if you want, but I’m pretty sure he’ll be okay, actually more than okay with it. Can I ask you something, Y/N?”

She nods, getting anxious again.

“Y/N, I have l-“

“Shawn! I’m home! I’m going to be doing homework in my roo- Oh hello, you seem familiar.” Aaliyah says as she walks into Shawn’s room.

“Aaliyah, what have I told you, knock before coming in, Y/N is a friend and our neighbor, I thought you knew her.” Shawn says while getting off his bed to go toward his sister and hugs her. Y/N gets up to go greet her as well.

“Oh Shawnie, is this the girl you had-“Aaliyah begins to say before Shawn cuts her off.

“Bye Aaliyah, go do your homework, there’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re hungry, love you, bye.” He says before pushing her out of the room.

“So... what were you saying before Aaliyah came in the room?” Y/N says while chuckling at their sibling antics.

“It’s nothing, so, you want to meet tomorrow to talk to Justin?” Shawn says, averting his eyes elsewhere.

“Sure, if you want, we can meet at lunch? We could head toward the field, almost no one goes there during lunch?” She says as she gets her journal from Shawn’s bed.

“Yeah that’s fine, I’ll talk to him, let me walk you out.”

“Okay, wait hold on. Bye aaliyah, it was nice seeing you!” I say as we walk out of Shawn’s room, hoping she heard me, from wherever she was in the house.”

“Bye Y/N, you should come around more often! Maybe next time we can hang out without Shawnie-boy here.” She screams from where one would only assume is her room.

“I can’t believe she already likes you, probably more than me and she has I known you two seconds.” Shawn says sarcastically but still laughing at their interaction.

“What can I say, I’m great.” Y/N jokes.

“You really are. So, I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” Shawn says but runs his hands though his curls, a nervous habit the young woman had picked up on. Then proceeded to walk outside.

They spend the three-minute walk from his house to hers, in a comfortable silence and we stop right before we’re at my front door.

“Goodnight, Shawn, see you tomorrow.” She says before hugging him and quickly kissing his cheek before walking out.

“Hey, hold on. Y/N, do you want to ride together to school? I mean we could hang out afterwards with Justin, and thankfully I don’t work tomorrow so we could work on the song?” Shawn says hopefully, again running his hand through his curls.

“I would love that, if you want come over, and I could give you and Aaliyah a ride.”

“I mean we could take my dad if you’d like, if you don’t want to drive.”

“Let’s take mine, you got it next time.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” Shawn says teasingly.

“Of course, you’re a great friend and my neighbor, so why not.” Shawn’s face crumbles a bit at the term friend but in a flash he’s back to smiling.

“Alright, bye, sweetheart.” He says as he walks back to his house.

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fawninhawkins · 6 years ago

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blurb night??????

anybody wanna do a blurb night on friday? maybe y’all can start sending them in now and i’ll post friday???? AUs welcome

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 3 years ago

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I do have one more little Shawn request, if you want to do it before you close your requests till next time. But honestly, you don't have to. I’m perfectly content with what you've already given me. ☺️

I was thinking that maybe Shawn and the reader find their paths continuously crossing, just while they're out and about. Café/coffee shop, grocery store, walking their dogs through the park (whatever you can think of), and they always end up stopping and chatting for a while. There’s an obvious attraction/interest from the start, but they never actually end up trading contact information for some reason or another, until finally one of them asks the other out.

I just think that could be a cute story. 😋

Written for Graduation Celebration Blurb Weekend. Requests are now closed.

Gender Neutral Reader Insert.

Happenstance

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Coincidence is running into you at the grocery store, reaching for the same carton of eggs. Coincidence is funny, actually. You and Shawn giggle at each other. You offer to let him take the carton with a small joke that you’d devised this whole plan to gte the carton underneath, which is the one that you really want. It makes Shawn laugh harder and he knows it’s not that funny. But your eyes are bright, your smile lights up your whole face. Shawn wishes his heart didn’t flutter.

You’re praying that your hands, which are shaking just a little, aren’t noticeable. The smile on Shawn’s face is going straight to your chest and you’re suddenly aware of how damp your pits are. The sharp angle of his jaw is almost breathtaking.

“Now wouldn’t I just mess up your plans by letting you take the top carton?” Shawn returns.

“You’d think. But I’ve planned for that too.”

“So preparedness is just one of your attributes, eh?”

You nod. “One could argue it’s the most important and the most annoying.”

Shawn goes to say something else, when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He has half a mind to ignore it, but the phone keeps shaking. “I’m sorry. I need to check this.”

You shake your head, as if to say that it’s no issue. “Yeah, yeah of course. Be safe out there in the aisles.”

Shawn laughs again. “You too.” He watches you push your cart along, taking in the length of your back, the gait of your walk. For a brief moment, between Shawn pulling out his phone and him actually answering the call, he wonders if he’ll actually see you again or if the universe has just played a cruel trick on him.

The thing about coincidence though is that it is as funny as it is, it does add up.

A few weeks after running into each other in the grocery store, Shawn pops by one of his favorite cafes to grab a drink before heading into the studio. It’s the one cafe that is pretty far out from the studio and requires Shawn to get up earlier than normal to make it at his usual time. But it was a good treat every now and then.

The line, usually quite long, happens to be shorter this morning. Shawn’s not sure what it is. But he settles behind the two other people and pulls out his drink card. Face to face to the barista, Shawn gives his order and then moves down the pick up window.

“Wow, fancy seeing you here.”

Shawn turns to the voice and finds you. “Holy moly. What are you doing here?”

You laugh a little. “Getting coffee. What about you? Are you more of a tea kind of guy?”

“I mean, tea’s never bad. But coffee too, for today at least. Who knows about tomorrow?”

“Probably more coffee,” you tease.

“How are things?” Shawn asks.

You nod for a moment, like you’re thinking through what to say. “Things are decent. In the middle of a job shuffle, but it’s looking promising.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope it keeps going well.”

“Thanks. What’s on your agenda today?”

“Uh, some recording. I think we’re making good strides on one song.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Your smile is bright and Shawn’s heart feels like it’s squeezing in his chest. He tries to keep his attention on the question you’re asking but it gets interrupted by the shout of your name and order. You step forward and take the white cup into your hand.

“I’d stay and chat some more, but I’ve got two interviews,” you state, already stepping towards the door.

Shawn nods, “Best of luck.”

“Thanks. And good luck with your songs.” THe door gives into your weight and you’re gone. He watches as you go for a moment, then two. He starts out after you. He should at least get your number. And by the time he gets two steps in, his own order is called out. He tries to make it quick. By the time he turns back to the parking lot, he can’t see you, nor does he know the direction you went in either.

“Fuck,” he huffs.

And though the tallies of your presence are high Shawn’s kicking himself for not thinking quicker on his feet to get your number. He wonders how much of your rushed exit was nerves, and a time crunch. But still, when he spotted you he should’ve asked then.

Shawn can’t help but feel like you’ve slipped through his fingers. There’s no way that the universe would give him another chance. When he gets to the studio, the lyrics are already burning his throat about how much he wishes that the coincidence can happen once more, so he can get the chance to get the interaction right.

He tries the coffee shop again but has no luck. He tries the grocery store at the same time from what he could remember from the last time. You didn’t show up. And Shawn can’t fault you. When his friends text him about going out on Friday, he almost says no. He’d like to lament his missed opportunity. But something in his gut tells him to go.

The bass rattles Shawn’s teeth. His body vibrates with every thump. One shot turns into two and then Shawn starts to evening sipping just on a beer. The fuzzy just starts to creep up and Shawn’s not even sure if it’s really a buzz at all due to the alcohol or just the feeling of being surrounded in a club by a sea of bodies that makes him feel comforted and familiar.

The first ten minutes or so are spent hovering in the VIP section but when the selection changes and Shawn finds the beat irresistible, he makes moves for the dance floor. The sea absorbs him; he is only a blimp in the bodies around him. He laughs, stumbling just a little over someone but then settles. He bounces and sways. Shawn likes every thump float over him.

“Well looky here!” Shawn laughs, spotting you.

You spin around, trying to locate any familiar face. When your gaze lands on him, you smile. “Hey!”

“How’d the interviews go?”

“I got the job. Well one of them at least! How was the song?”

“Good. But congrats on the job! Out celebrating?”

You nod. “Yeah I am.”

“Can I celebrate with you?”

For a moment, you’re shocked. Of course you thought he was attractive. Though, you weren’t sure that the attraction was mutual at all. He was him--and you were you. The two of you felt like paths that shouldn’t have crossed and yet they had. Maybe coincidence was done being funny and was now actually doing work.

You nod anyway. “Yeah of course.”

The two of you dance together, giggling into each other’s ears and trading off who’s paying for which round. Shaw’s hands slip to your waist and you’re leaning into his chest because the drinks have piled up. The two of you agree on taking a pause on the dancing, and as you’re leaning into the bar, Shawn takes the chance to take one of your hands. “Before you disappear on me again, can I get your number?”

You nod, though your brows pull together. “Did I not give it to you before?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol. But Shawn takes a moment to scroll through his phone and when your name doesn’t show up, he shakes his head in response. “You scared me for a second.”

“Oh my god. I didn’t! I could’ve sworn I had. Or maybe I was meaning too! But the last two weeks were so crazy. I was running late so much.”

Shawn gives a small tuft of laughter. “Hey, no, it’s okay. I can get it now.”

You nod. There is the now, the present can be such a blessing. Right now, the present is Shawn, the drinks you’ve had, the new job you’ve landed. The now is looking pretty damn good. You rattle off your number. “Text me too, so I have yours.”

“Aye captain. Also, when can I take you out? Dinner? A movie? Whatever you want really.”

“I like mini golf.”

Shawn grins. “Oh, yes, let’s go to mini golf!” His excitement is palpable. “But until we get those details. You, me, and the dance floor?”

“Hell yeah.”

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tbyfandoms · 3 years ago

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❀ Masterlist ❀

Hi everyone! Here you'll find a complete list of all the imagines/fics/etc. that I've written. I've organized it in a way that I think makes it easy to find my works for different fandoms. I hope you find something you'll enjoy <3

Last Updated: 8/31/23

Total Works: 19

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Shawn Mendes:

White Christmas - in preparation for christmas eve dinner with shawn’s family, y/n makes her famous christmas cookies. when shawn offers to help it leads to a mix of ingredients y/n wasn’t quite expecting and a night full of memories (watchmegetobsessed fanficmas 2021)

New Year’s Nightmare (CEO!Shawn) - new year's eve quickly takes a turn when y/n has a run in with a mystery man. after thinking she'll never see him again, one thing leads to another and suddenly she's trapped in an elevator with him during one of the biggest nights of the year

Luke Hemmings:

Here For You - when y/n notices luke drifting away from her, she decides to confront him on it. luke’s response leads to shock and a whole lot of heartache (goldensonlyangel 1k celebration)

Double Life (GangMember!Luke) - when y/n comes home early, she has a run in with her longterm boyfriend that leaves her questioning everything and wondering who exactly it is she’s in a relationship with (requested)

Timothée Chalamet:

Academy Attraction - it’s the oscar’s and once timothée and y/n spot each other on the red carpet, their attraction to each other is visibly undeniable, leading to a night full of awards in more ways than one

Austin Butler:

Gorgeous - after meeting austin at a party, y/n is left with a desirable impression and immediately writes a song about it. set to perform at the cannes elvis premiere after party, y/n takes the opportunity to let her true feelings be known. based off the song gorgeous by taylor swift

Invisible String - y/n and austin have known each other for years. each harbors feelings for the other yet they remain clueless to it until an accidental slip up from austin leads to a series of events that reveals just how destined for each other they've always been (requested)

In Sickness and in Health - when y/n wakes up sick in the middle of the night, austin does everything he can to make sure she feels better

Sweet Nothing - noticing y/n’s struggle to come up with a final song for her new album, austin offers his help which leads to a trip down memory lane and a whole lot of sweet nothing. based off the song sweet nothing by taylor swift (requested)

Flowers - after making a quick run to the store, austin comes home with a surprise for his favorite girl in the world (requested)

☆ Content Creators/In-Game Characters ☆

Dream:

Comfort (CC!Dream) - when dream is organizing the gifts from his subscribers, he becomes emotional and reflects on the past couple of weeks. y/n is there to comfort and assure him of his importance

Love Story (CC!Dream) - when taylor swift drops her rerecorded song ‘love story’, y/n and dream are excited and decide to stay up for the release. y/n thinks it’s just an ordinary night full of one of their favorite songs, yet dream has other plans in store for them

A Promise (SMP!Dream) - the smp is in shambles. tensions are high in the wake of tommy's death. y/n is still struggling with everything that happened with dream and wishes life could go back to what it used to be before everyone was hungry for power. y/n thinks of the promise dream made to them, and is oblivious to the fact dream intends on keeping it

☆ The Carrie Diaries ☆

Sebastian Kydd:

Alone - when delivering her annual thanksgiving tradition cookies, y/n discovers just how alone sebastian has been feeling, and she’s determined to help fix that

☆ Outer Banks ☆

JJ Maybank:

Nowhere Else to Go - during a storm, y/n discovers jj’s dealing with a lot more than he led on. in a mix of thunder and lighting, a whole lot of secrets and feelings are revealed

I’ve Got You - struggling with financial burdens, y/n starts to crumble under the pressure. jj notices the girl he loves is hard on her luck, so he does everything he can to help fix it (requested)

☆ Stranger Things ☆

Steve Harrington:

Dance With Me - while at a school dance, y/n struggles to enjoy herself. seeking comfort and solitude she wanders the school in hopes to clear her mind. what she doesn’t expect is to run into the guy who’s been occupying her thoughts, and to make a connection with him she’s only ever dreamed of

☆ Aliens in the Attic ☆

Jake Pearson:

Against All Odds - while on vacation with her best friends’ family, y/n gets a lot more than she bargained for when she encounters both love and…aliens!? (requested)

☆ Harry Potter Universe ☆

Dramione:

Rapunzel - stuck with the inability to meet with her boyfriend face to face on her own, hermione enlists the help of her best friend to get her there. meanwhile, stuck in a meeting of star-crossed lovers and nothing better to do, harry has a few quips for draco up his sleeve

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nowimyurdaisy · 3 years ago

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I Bet You Think About Me

pairing: (insert name) x reader

warnings: none? angst. (bad writing lol)

summary: based off of I Bet You Think About Me by Taylor Swift.

a/n: so i’m like really obsessed with this song right now XD. So i hope you like it. I did write it with someone in mind, however you can pinture whoever you want when you read this (idk i've never had a fic that didn't have the guys name in it so... yep.) aslo sorry I haven't posted in a while, kinda busy and hadnt had any inspiration! enjoy :)

3 AM and I'm still awake, I'll bet you're just fine Fast asleep in your city that's better than mine And the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree And I'll bet your friends tell you she's better than me, huh

Your eyes were burned wide open, staring at the dim light of your alarm clock, only thing lighting up the room. Sleep becoming a rare thing for you. Busy thinking 'bout him. Him in his fancy city, with his "fancy”, “million-dollar” sheets. Ridiculous when you think about it. Still.

Well, I tried to fit in with your upper-crust circles Yeah, they let me sit in back when we were in love Oh, they sit around talkin' 'bout the meaning of life And the book that just saved 'em that I hadn't heard of

Confused and alone, when around his friends. Staring blankly as he laughed cried happy tears, about that new book. The new book that saved them. Saved them from what? There fancy ass lives?

But now that we're done and it's over I bet you couldn't believe When you realized I'm harder to forget than I was to leave And I bet you think about me

He left you in a heartbeat, fleeing the apartment, the city, your life. Sure it looks easy to do so. But i’m the kinda girl you can't forget, burned into the back of your mind, in scorching red. I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream.

You grew up in a silver-spoon gated community Glamorous, shiny, bright Beverly Hills I was raised on a farm, no, it wasn't a mansion Just livin' room dancin' and kitchen table bills

Ah yes, you and your fancy life. You and your huge mansions with a long driveway, tall black gates, mansions you can't see from the street. Naked to the normal eye. I'm a more simple gal. You said you “liked” the country side of me. I'm close with my family, dancing with my cat in the refrigerator light, swaying to the music, in the middle of the night.

But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for And you and I fell like an early spring snow But reality crept in, you said we're too different You laughed at my dreams, rolled your eyes at my jokes

I couldn't help it, you know that. I follow my heart, not my head. You remember dancing around, in the the snow of spring, something unlikely to occur, yet it still di. Unlikely just the like the two of you. Different, opposites, but like puzzle pieces, fitting perfectly together. I guess I should've seen it coming, you laughed at my dreams instead of laughing at my jokes. You think i'm stupid, think I didn't notice you roll your eyes at my jokes.

Mr. Superior Thinkin' Do you have all the space that you need? I don't have to be your shrink to know that you'll never be happy And I bet you think about me

Mr. Ego, always thinking ahead, stuck up in your ways, always so full of yourself. Is there any space up in that inflated ego of yours? I'm not your shrink, thank the universe no. But you're never really happy are you, not with me, not with the next girl no.

I bet you think about me, yes I bet you think about me

I'm on your mind all the time. No doubt. Forever and always.

Oh, block it all out The voice is so loud, sayin' "Why did you let her go?" Does it make you feel sad That the love that you're lookin' for Is the love that you had

You block out me out, the voicing nagging you to run after me, calling my name, telling me your sorry? I have that same voice saying you don't deserve him, however I have another voice telling me to run back to him, begging for his forgiveness, I've done nothing wrong though. Your sad now ha. I’m sad too. You searching for love? You had love, I was your love, the love of your life, at least I thought I was.

Now you're out in the world, searchin' for your soul Scared not to be hip, scared to get old Chasing make-believe status, last time you felt free Was when none of that shit mattered 'cause you were with me

I know you, I know you're out there looking for your soul, too scared to be alone, too scared to get old. Ha. Too late, you're already stuck in your old ways. That status you reach for, those 5 star ratings, those likes and re-blogs. You know those people are fakes, hiding behind there phones, like you, never feeling free. Last time you were free, you were with me.

But now that we're done and it's over I bet it's hard to believe That it turned out I'm harder to forget than I was to leave And, yeah, I bet you think about me

“We're over! It's done!” I yelled at him, tears bubbling in your eyes. Running away, away from the scene in front of you, lifting your red dress and swinging the large front doors open. Even now you fantasize about me. Don’t you? I'm hard to forget, just ask my long list of ex lovers. You left me in a flash, but I never really left your heart.

I bet you think about me, yes I bet you think about me

On your mind all the time. Its to be expected at this point.

I bet you think about me when you're out At your cool indie music concerts every week I bet you think about me in your house With your organic shoes and your million-dollar couch

Out at the store, glancing around, front pages of magazines everywhere, my face all over them. Pumping heart, thumping music. Indie concerts always so fun, at least he thought, now he's not so sure anymore; kinda boring every week. Could never believe someone would spend a million dollars on a couch, astonishing.

I bet you think about me when you say "Oh my god, she's insane, she wrote a song about me" I bet you think about me

Chuckling to himself, shaking his head, saying "my god, this lady is insane, she wrote a song about me, should've ditched her sooner”. He knows that's not true, he thinks about you every waking second of his day. I bet you think about me.....

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fallinallinshawn · 3 years ago

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To Bear The Pain | Mendes Triplets Fic

Summary: Rough days are ahead for the leaders of the Mendes pack and the stranger who falls at their door.

Warnings: mention of injuries, brief arguing/fighting, maybe light swearing

A/N: Retitled. (Formerly IKYH)

The silvery light of the moon beams down on the small town below, shimmering off of freshly fallen snow. The town’s atmosphere is warm and calm, and inviting to all who pass through. Holden is home to generations of werewolves; multiple packs have shared space within its borders for years. Your pack is no different, finding safety and solace within the town lines.

You don’t know how long you’ve been running when you finally see it: the Mendes house. Up to this point, it’s always been a myth. An idea in the form of a dream in your head, but there you are. You’re barely able to make it through the gate and into the yard when your vision goes black at the edges, you fall in a crumpled heap in the snow.

When day breaks the following morning, the sun feels warm on your skin and you snuggle further into the blankets around you. Blinking your eyes open, you slowly take in your surroundings. The first thing you notice is the room you’re in isn’t yours, the second thing is you don’t recognize the scent in the air (but it’s pleasant), the third thing is how much pain you’re in. As the shock wears off, the only thing you think to do is scream. At the sound of your screaming, footsteps thunder down the hall toward the room. There are too many to count and you’re too freaked out about where you are and how you got there to make a run for it.

Three bodies burst into the room without knocking, and catch you off guard. You scramble across the side of the bed and press yourself against the far wall. From your new vantage point, you can see the people that came rushing in moments ago. The boy closest to the door is shorter than the other two and has sandy-brown hair, and bright blue eyes. Next to him, you quickly decide is clearly his brother, twins maybe. They could be identical, though the second boy is taller by at least a few inches, with broader shoulders. And finally, your eyes sweep across the third intruder. He’s bigger than both of the previous boys, much bigger, and he’s staring at you with dark eyes. Your own eyes travel from his face and land on his bare chest covered in a light sheen of sweat, you can’t deny that he’s easy on the eyes. Shaggy dark brown curls stick to his forehead.

“Easy, easy,” he whispers. He holds his right hand out in front of him, approaching you slowly. “No one is going to hurt you, you’re safe here.”

Your eyes dart between the three of them, you’re in pain and confused. Something about the man directly in front of you feels familiar, it takes a few seconds for your brain to connect the dots that it’s his scent that was in the air when you woke up. This must be his room. You swallow thickly, keeping your eyes on his face.

“I’m Shawn. This is Zack and Jesse,” he introduces himself and the boys behind him raise their hands as he calls each of their names. “We’re not going to hurt you, okay? You’re safe,” he promises again.

There’s a warm timbre to Shawn’s voice, coupled with the aroma in the room, you calm down from your earlier panic. You nod, acknowledging the brothers and focus in on Shawn again. Your throat hurts from screaming, but there’s a question burning in the back of your mind. “W-where am I?”

Your voice is soft, but something about the looks shared between them tells you they heard you, anyway. They confirm your suspicions when the smaller of the brothers, Zack, gestures around the room.

“You’re at the Mendes Pack House,” he says the title so abruptly that for a moment you aren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“I’m― where?” Your mind is racing and you feel you could pass out at any second.

Shawn notices your discomfort and gives the boys a brusque nod, they both look you over one last time before leaving the two of you in the quiet comfort of his room. The door clicks shut and you return your eyes forward.

Shawn’s kneeling down at your level now, his russet brown eyes lock on your face. “Hey, hey, breathe.” He continues to watch your eyes, gauging your reaction as he takes slow deep breaths. “I know this is a lot to take in, I’m sorry if we startled you. Let’s start at the beginning. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you say, taking a deep breath. The room feels less suffocating now, you’re grateful.

“Nice to meet you. Do you have any questions?” he continues. He’s kept space between you, likely to let you know that you can run if you want to and he won’t stop you. But that same weird feeling from before tells you running would be a much dumber idea than sticking around.

You shake your head. When you try to think of something to ask him, a thick fog clouds your mind. You’re not sure why or how to stop it from happening. You sigh defeated and drop your hands into your lap.

“All right. Well, you must be starving and I’m sure you’d like to freshen up.”

This time you nod. You hadn’t realized it at first, but you feel like you haven’t eaten in days, then it dawns on you. “W-what day is it? Like, t-the date?”

“It’s Monday, December 11, 2018.”

“Monday? How long have I been here?”

“Three days. Zack found you in the snow around midnight on the 8th.”

You swallow and nod your head, afraid to put too much thought into it right then. With a shaky breath, you look up to meet Shawn’s concerned and tender gaze.

He reaches for you but quickly pulls back when you flinch away from him. He nods toward the adjacent wall and it’s then that you notice the second door. “The bathroom is through there; towels are on the rack above the toilet. I’ll see if I can find something for you to wear, and I’ll need to check over your injuries when you’re finished.” He stands up from the floor and turns to leave. “Take your time, okay? There’s no rush.”

You do your best to return Shawn’s friendly smile with one of your own and watch as he slips through the door, pulling it behind him. You give yourself a moment to calm down before standing up and making your way to the bathroom. You step inside and feel along the immediate wall for the light switch, and flip it up once you find it.

Shawn’s bathroom, like his bedroom, is a fairly good size. You place your hand down on the marble countertop, relishing in the cold of the flat surface against your skin. In the mirror, you can clearly see the bright read spot on your left cheek, you know it will bruise pretty badly in the next few days. You can’t imagine what the rest of you looks like. It takes a good five to ten minutes for you to peel your clothes off, your body is worn out and your muscles ache in protest. A hot shower will do some good.

An hour and a half later, you’re finished with your shower and ready to get out. You reach for the towel rack; your body listens better now. Along with the dirt, the hot shower washed away most of your pain. All that lingers now is a hunger headache you won’t be able to get rid of until you eat. You wrap the towel around your torso and step out of the shower. There’s a blue brush and a hair tie on the counter that weren’t there when you got in, you assume Shawn must have left them while you were taking your shower. You’re a bit surprised that you didn’t hear him come back in. Your hair, now clean, desperately needs detangling and you’ve always loved the feeling of pulling a brush through it.

A few minutes later, you finally emerge from the bathroom. Your hair is brushed and pulled up into a loose bun on top of your head. You didn’t bother trying to assess the extent of the damage done to your body, not quite ready to handle the state it’s in but you know it’s bad if Shawn was offering to tend to your injuries. With a sigh, you make your way over to the bed. You really must have been out of it when Shawn came back in, there’s a pair of grey sweats, a long-sleeved blue polo, and a hoodie laying on the foot of his bed. It looks like they’ll fit, but you won’t know for sure until you try them on. As you reach for the garments, you realize you don’t have any underwear to put on except what you had on earlier. Shawn must have thought of that too because there’s a brand new pair of small black boxer shorts laying there as well.

You hum softly to yourself as you get dressed, everything smells like Shawn and a little more, it’s oddly comforting.

There’s a knock at the door and you nearly jump out of your skin. You turn to see Shawn peeking through a small crack before opening it and stepping through. He smiles, and the apples of his cheeks slightly lift the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. “Oh, good! They fit,” he says as he gestures to your clothes.

You nod. Though you find being in Shawn’s room makes you feel safe, you aren’t sure if you can trust him. You stare at him in silence, unsure of what you should say.

Shawn stops just inside the door. “I need to redress your wounds. Do you want to eat something first?”

You shake your head softly and sit on the end of the bed. Shawn waits for you to let him know you’re okay with him approaching you, and you do with a small nod. You reach for your left shoulder, you hadn’t looked for any of the more gruesome injuries, but the bite mark on it had caught your eye. You can’t remember what happened when you got it, but you know it was probably from one of the guys from― You shake the thought from your head and look up at Shawn.

You know you probably shouldn’t say anything, there’s no guarantee he will believe you but you need to know. You swallow. “I― There’s something you should know. A-about me. I’m not, um . . .”

Shawn smirks as he walks to your side with a first aid kit in his hands. “I know.” He chuckles lightly at your reaction and continues, “Zack could smell you before he could see you, and you were still shifted when he found you. You stayed that way for a while, I guess you finally shifted back in your sleep this morning.”

It makes sense enough, but something still bothers you. If you’ve been asleep for three days, why aren’t you healed yet? As if he can tell what you’re thinking, Shawn gently pats the mattress next to you.

“Hey, don’t worry about it right now. We’ll get you fixed up and then we’ll figure out the rest.”

Your gaze drops to your lap where you’ve folded your hands. Nervously you reach for the hem of the shirt you’re wearing and with Shawn’s help, you lift it over your head. You wince, your hand quickly shoots up to your shoulder. The bite is bleeding and the pain in your arm is noticeable again.

“Here, let me help.” Shawn reaches for you and his touch is soft, he turns you so that your back is to him. You blush slightly, remembering that you’re sitting half-naked in front of a total stranger. You’re thankful for his manners. He shuffles behind you for a couple seconds, then the bed dips behind you. One of his hands settles between your shoulder blades. “This is gonna sting like hell, but it’ll keep your shoulder from getting infected while you heal. Tell me when.”

You take a breath and nod your head. “Okay.”

Shawn brings his left hand up to your shoulder, and it’s warm against your skin. He’s rubbing something sticky into the wound, and you suddenly know why he braced his hand against you. The salve hurts, more than you expect, and you throw yourself back. Shawn’s hand presses between your shoulders, and his voice sounds softly by your ear. “I know, I know.” His hand snakes around your back and rests on your right shoulder, holding you to his chest as he continues to spread the paste into the bite. “I’m sorry, but I promise this will help.”

You whine in answer, but do your best to stay still. Shawn coos gently in your ear and you settle down a bit. As quickly as the pain started, it stops. You’re braced against Shawn’s chest, heaving. He has your head tucked under his chin, and he’s staring out of the window. You sit up with a shudder, the pain in your shoulder has died to a dull pulse, it’s annoying but tolerable. You glance behind you at Shawn and he’s looking down into the first aid kit, he pulls out a small jar and hands it to you.

“For the cut on your cheek,” he points to the side of his own face. “I don’t have anything for the bruises, but this salve will help you heal and keep infection from setting in. Make sure you let it dry completely before applying.”

“Thanks,” you say as you take it from him and slip your shirt on again. You want to ask him why he’s being so nice to you, but you don’t. You still don’t know if Shawn’s lying to you or not, and you can’t afford to take a chance on Patrick and Ethan finding you.

“Come downstairs when you’re ready. We need to have a meeting, and Sasha made breakfast.” He closes the first aid kit and gives you a firm nod, then heads for the door. He doesn’t bother pulling it shut behind him this time and it irks you. For as gentle as he was moments ago, he sure switched moods quickly. You wonder if being here is bad idea, but what other choice do you have? You know you can’t avoid the pack forever, and you are hungry. You have questions you’re sure Shawn has answers for.

You grab the hoodie that Shawn left on the end of the bed and head for the door. The hallway you’re in winds around a corner, Shawn’s room is at the end. You count four other doors on your way down, minus the bathroom at the top of the stairs, and you assume those must be bedrooms too.

You reach the bottom of the stairs and take a moment to mentally prepare for what’s coming. You’re not sure what the meeting is about but you know it’s important, Shawn’s attitude told you as much.

You round the corner and walk down the small hallway into the kitchen. In front of you is a room full of people, all seem to be around your age. You instantly recognize Zack and Jesse, the brothers you met earlier. And there’s a girl standing over a griddle of pancakes by the stove, you deduce that’s Sasha since Shawn mentioned she’d made breakfast. There’s a small group seated around the dining room table, most of them have their backs to you and you don’t care to interrupt whatever conversation they’re having. But it’s the trio sitting at the breakfast bar to your left that catches you off guard.

You know the shirtless one in the middle with the dark unruly curls is Shawn, and you must be suffering from a concussion because you see three of him. Immediately to his right, sits a smaller version of him, this one with softer curls and glasses. Hold on, did he redress my wounds? On the stool to Shawn’s left near the backdoor, is a yet another version of him, slightly taller but not quite as large, his own dark chocolate curls are slicked back.

They notice you staring and each of them grins at you knowingly. You can’t help but stand in stunned silence and gawk.

The girl turns to you, a plate stacked up with perfectly fluffy golden pancakes in her hands. She smiles and hands it to you. “Come on in, we don’t bite. There’s an open space at the bar between Shawn and Raul. I’m Sasha.” They both look up expectantly as she calls their names. “I hope you like pancakes.”

“There’s three of you!” you blurt suddenly, ignoring Sasha’s offer.

“We’re triplets.” Smaller Shawn hums, he’s got a book in his hands as he eats, glasses perched on the end of his nose. “How’s the shoulder?”

“You . . .”

The one Sasha called Raul stares at you, lips pulled into a thin line, eyebrows furrowed in . . . what is that, curiosity? Frustration? A mixture of the two? You’re not sure what to make of his expression as he regards you briefly before plopping his ass down on the stool behind him. It’s a show of dominance and disapproval, and you hate him. Just like Patrick. You think, face scrunching up in disgust.

Shawn glances between you and Raul, then elbows his brother in the side. “Scoot over, asshat. Let her sit.”

“Hmph,” Raul mutters and he glares at you, bringing his left hand down to rub lightly over his ribs. You duck your head under his heavy gaze.

“Raul,” Shawn growls. “Move.” He stands up from his stool and turns to the man next to him, sizing him up. He puffs up his chest, moving the stool back to give him some room. His mouth is open in a snarl, though his body language remains relaxed. He’s serious but he doesn’t think his brother poses a threat.

You watch quietly as Raul stands again and throws his barstool back; it comes to a stop behind him, Jesse’s hand on the surface of the seat. Raul is big, he’s not as muscular as Shawn is, but his broad shoulders and height make him just as intimidating, if not more so. You can see his sharp canines as he bares his teeth back at Shawn; brother challenging brother.

Raul reminds you of Patrick and your heart beats wildly inside of your chest. You’re not good with fighting, always staying as far away from it as possible. You’d tuck tail and run if you weren’t rooted to the floor with a plate of hot pancakes in your hands. It’s clear Raul means business as he steps toward Shawn, he shoves him back and returns Shawn’s growl with one of his own.

The smaller of the triplets stands and quickly steps between his brothers, his expression is one of boredom. He grabs them each by the arm and pushes them toward the sliding door. “If you’re going to fight like dogs, do it outside.” His tone is commanding, and you’re surprised when Shawn’s hand finds the door handle. You’re less surprised when Raul wrenches his arm free of his brother’s grasp.

“Back off, Peter.” Shawn.

“This is between me and Shawn.” Raul.

You commit their behaviours to memory as the attitude in the room changes. The atmosphere becomes stifling, everyone waits for the brothers to make their next move. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the way Shawn repeatedly clenches and unclenches his fists, the gears in his head turning at lightning speed. His eyes find yours across the room and you wonder if he’s holding back for your sake or if he’s actually considering pummeling Raul right where they stand. If he wants to beat his brother into the ground, he never gets the chance. One of the other men in the room stands from his place at the table, his voice booms over the growling pair.

“Enough! We have more important things to do than watching you two dicks thrash each other to kingdom come. In case either of you has forgotten, we still don’t know what’s going on here.” He turns to you with a friendly smile. “Forgive their raging testosterone, everyone’s a bit . . . on edge.”

“You’re the leaders of this pack, act like it,” Peter says, addressing his brothers as he sits back down at the bar. He takes what is meant to be your seat, the stool between Raul and Shawn. He looks up at you with kind eyes and a soft smile. “Sit and eat, please.” Peter nods to the stool next to him as Shawn takes his spot once again, leaving Raul by the back door.

“Animals,” Sasha states, shaking her head. She gives you a quick wink and turns back to the griddle.

The rest of breakfast is quiet, everyone falls back into what you assumed was their usual routines. If Raul has anything to say to or about you, he keeps it to himself. You learn from bits and pieces of conversation here and there that Raul is the oldest of the triplets and the most suspicious of newcomers. Peter is the youngest and probably the sweetest of the three, he’s quiet but he takes charge when he needs to. And he definitely took care of your shoulder. Shawn’s in the middle, he’s got a fire inside him like you’ve never seen before and it only pulls you in faster.

After breakfast you’re pleasantly surprised to find that everyone helps Sasha clean the kitchen. It’s a pack effort as dishes are washed, dried, and handed down the line to be put away. The stools returned to the breakfast bar, chairs tucked in around the dining table, and leftovers stashed away in the refrigerator for later.

Once all is said and done, the guy who stepped in to help Peter calm the fighting, Chris―ushers everyone to the living room.

You lean against the wall shared by the living room and the kitchen, surveying the group in front of you. Zack and Jesse sprawl out on the floor in front of a long L-shaped couch. Chris sits at one end of the couch with another guy you still have yet to meet, they’re close and you wonder how long they’ve known each other. Sasha and three other girls you hadn’t even noticed when you walked into the kitchen, all sit huddled together at the other end of the couch, you assume they’re either sisters or best friends, before remembering that this is how wolf packs are―affection comes with the territory. Shawn and his brothers sit in the middle of the couch, they forget their previous disagreement as they switch easily from typical brothers to leaders of their pack.

Raul quirks an eyebrow and looks at you suspiciously, you know it’s because they’re all waiting for you to sit down, the meeting is about you after all. You’re content to stand against the wall, in case you feel the need to run, you won’t have to worry about needing to stand first. You look back at Raul questioningly, wanting them to get it over with already, but he continues to stare at you.

“They won’t begin until you sit. I don’t know how things are done in your old pack, but here we wait until everyone is present and accounted for,” Sasha tells you softly. She nods toward the small loveseat sleeper sofa that’s angled by the short end of the L-shaped couch next to where Chris sits.

You stand up straighter with your back against the wall, you spread your feet apart, firmly planting yourself in that spot. You fold your arms across your chest and lift your chin. This display of defiance in front of the pack doesn’t go unnoticed by the Mendes brothers who shift uncomfortably, Raul and Peter turn to Shawn, waiting for him to regain control.

Shawn stands. The look in his eyes tells you he won’t allow this kind of outburst, but you’re not ready to accept your place in this pack. He steps away from the couch, staring you down, his demeanour in this moment is so different from way it was with Raul. He’s inviting you to challenge him, daring you to make the move he knows you so desperately want to.

He’s fed up with your obstinance; he growls low, a warning. Raul and Peter are the only ones who move next, they flank Shawn but keep their eyes locked on the others. “You can sit or you can run, it’s your call,” he says as he slowly moves closer.

You can tell it’s not the first time he’s dealt with something like this, his tone is far too commanding for this to be a one-off thing. He growls once again, louder this time, and you know it’s the last warning he’s willing to give you. All eyes are on you.

You push yourself off of the wall and walk over to the loveseat. Running isn’t an option for you, you need the help and you know this is the only place you can get it. You need their help if you’re going to stop Ethan and Patrick. You take a seat, keeping your eyes trained on Shawn’s face as you do.

Shawn relaxes his shoulders, a signal to his brothers to stand down. He’s satisfied with your decision, but keeps his guard up just in case. The three of them sit back down and the rest of the pack settles in.

“You already met Zack and Jesse, but this is the rest of our pack. Next to you are Chris and Sam, two of my best friends and the only people I trust almost as much as I trust my brothers.” At Shawn’s words, Chris and Sam acknowledge you with a small wave of their hands. “Raul and Peter left and started their own packs; I stayed and took over everything here when our parents left. Zack, Jesse, and Grace found their way to us about two years ago.” One girl next to Sasha perks up upon hearing her name. She’s smaller than the others, but you can tell she’s just as feisty.

“When I returned, Allison came back with me. When Raul came home, so did Sasha and Vicki. We made the best choice for all of us and joined together; when it comes to leading the pack, we decide together. But Shawn has the final say in what we do,” Peter says, finishing the introductions.

“Which means Shawn is the deciding factor on whether you stay or go. Everyone you see here means something to each one of us, we’re family. When someone in our family is threatened, we are all threatened.” Raul sits forward, eyeing you with the same skepticism from earlier.

Shawn gently nudges Raul in the side. “What my brother means to say is as long as you choose to be here, to be part of our pack―our family―you’re safe. You will have a place here just like everyone else. Ultimately, the choice is yours. We’ve all had hard lives at one time or another, we all know what it’s like to feel alone in this world, and we won’t turn you away.”

“If you stay, you’ll be part of our pack and expected to behave like it. But if you run, we won’t be able to help you.” Peter pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and settles back into the couch, you note the way he seems to shift closer to Shawn. You think it must be comforting, having two other people to be so close to, who share your DNA and can tell what you’re thinking from a simple look or a small touch.

“Obviously, you don’t have to accept the offer, but understand two very important things. Here, you’re safe. Out there, you’re on your own.” Shawn glances around the room, gauging everyone’s reactions to what’s been said. He receives various noises of affirmation, no one dares dispute his last word. He looks back at you, waiting for your answer.

You haven’t truly spoken since before you came downstairs, since you talked to Shawn in his room. You need protection, stability, family―but you can’t go home. This is as good as it gets unless you want to find somewhere else to be, someone else to take pity on you. The thought makes you cringe, you’re not a charity case, you’re a lone wolf running from exile. You should be dead, but you’re not and you’re unsure if that should mean something to you.

Movement to your right startles you, but Chris is quick to reconcile his mistake. He gently touches your knee, gaining your attention, and offers a soft smile. You know he’s silently speaking to the truth behind Shawn, Peter, and Raul’s words. Chris’s care eases your discomfort a bit, just enough for the desire to accept their offer to creep in.

“Okay,” you say, voice steady as you take a deep breath. “I accept your offer and I agree with everything you said. But make no mistake, I’m not some stray you’re bringing in off the street. I don’t need your help; I don’t need anyone.”

Raul laughs dryly, the sound settles like a rock in the pit of your stomach. He pushes the sleeves of his jacket up and you see his arms for the first time, they’re covered in various tattoos, completing his rough-around-the-edges persona. He looks at you now with an intensity that makes it feel like he sees right through your lie. “Oh, but see, you do. Or you wouldn’t be sitting here.”

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A/N: Hello, hello! Not much to say about this one other than Allison made me do it (2021 is amazing but angsty and I needed some serious fluff so I wrote it myself smh) Anyways, enjoy :)

Summery: AU in which once you meet your soulmate, you can hear them talking to themselves. You’re Shawn’s personal assistant and soulmate but you have to keep your relationship a secret, until one day . . .

Word count: 6.5k+

Warnings: Swearing, and little angst towards the end (but only a little)

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This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

Nobody knew. Nobody. Not your parents, not Andrew, not even Brian knew. You never told anyone about it. But now the whole world knew about your relationship.

The whole world knew and you sure as hell were going to lose your job.

---

You wouldn’t say you knew you were soulmates right away, but it didn’t take long to figure it out. Well, it didn’t take long for Shawn to figure it out and tell you. In fact, it only took him about six hours after meeting you to realize you were the one destined for him.

He knew the moment he met you that there was something about you that was just different. Not different like “I’m not like other girls” different. Different as in someone that gave him a feeling he’d never had before.

“Shawn, this is Y/N Y/L/N, your new personal assistant. Y/N, this is Shawn.” You smiled nervously as Andrew introduced you to your new boss, giving him a small wave before realizing how unprofessional it looked.

You stuck your hand out for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Mendes.”

“Oh, please,” he chuckled as he shook your hand. “Call me Shawn. Mr. Mendes is way too formal.”

You let out a small laugh as well, dropping his hand. There was an awkward pause that made you worry you’d already made the wrong impression. Too weak of a handshake? A wavering voice? What made this go downhill so fast?

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” You nodded at the two men before heading over to the bathroom in the hotel lobby.

“She seemed nervous,” Shawn mentioned once you were out of earshot.

“I think she’s going to be a good fit. She’s a year younger than you and her application was great. Give her a chance. She was meeting the Shawn Mendes, her boss, after all.

Get it together, Y/N.

The words muttered in his head were in her voice, not his own. He frowned, sure that his mind was simply playing tricks on him.

Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom, cursing yourself for already making the wrong impression.

“You said ten words to the man and he probably already thinks you’re a moron,” you muttered as you paced in front of the sinks. “Take a deep breath and get back out there.”

“You okay?” Andrew asked, referring to the distant look that had overtaken Shawn’s face.

“Hmm? . . . Oh, yeah. Zoned out for a second.” Am I hearing my soulmate’s voice?

“Play nice with Y/N. I really think you’re going to like her.”

You exited the bathroom and put a pleasant look on your face as you approached the group. That was your job now: look and make everyone happy.

“Y/N, I’ll show you to your room so you can get settled,” Andrew said, gesturing for you to lead the way towards the elevator.

“Wait, Y/N.” Shawn reached out to gently grab your shoulder. “Do you wanna meet up before dinner for a smoothie or something? You know, to get to know each other?” His soft smile was something you couldn’t say no to, even if you’d only known him for three minutes.

Thirty minutes later, Shawn was knocking on your hotel door and taking you out for a smoothie shop across the street.

“What do you think you’re gonna get?” he asked once you were standing in line, taking his wallet out of his pocket.

“Trying to decide between strawberry-banana and berry blast.”

“This is the best smoothie shop around and you want strawberry-banana?”

“Or berry blast.” You’d just met him but the banter came easily. “Besides, if they’re that good at making smoothies, then the strawberry-banana will knock me off my feet with how good it is.”

“I don’t know if I can work with such a basic person as an assistant.” He playfully nudged you a step away from him.

“Oh, is this a test? Because you haven’t even seen me actually work yet.” You stepped in front of him, deciding on strawberry-banana.

“Yeah, but I could fire you for any reason at any time so really-”

“You’re not gonna fire me.” You turned around and gave him a smirk.

“But I could.” He stepped unreasonably close just as you stepped up to order. You pushed his face back with the back of your hand. He’s acting awfully friendly.

“I’ll take a strawberry-banana smoothie please,” you smiled at the cashier, pulling out some money.

“And I’ll get blueberry and avocado smoothie,” Shawn said as he pushed down your hand with the money and held out his card to the cashier. You glared at him playfully and lightly elbowed him in the stomach. “What? It’s good for your skin.”

“You guys are cute,” the cashier giggled after announcing the total and swiping Shawn’s card.

“Oh, we barely know each other.” Your words were a lost cause as Shawn dragged you aside so the next person could order.

“Shh, she doesn’t know that. Make her think there’s a world where a person with a basic smoothie order and a person with a good smoothie order can be soulmates.”

“I haven’t overheard you talking to yourself yet so I don’t think that’s possible.”

“But imagine.” He led you over to a table and plopped down on a seat. You turned around to hang your purse over the back of the chair as you sat down.

“Wait, how much do I owe you?” You pulled the purse back over the chair and dug through it to find the money you haphazardly stuck in there just a minute before.

“Nothing. It’s on me,” he said, like it was the obvious answer.

“But I feel bad making you pay for it.”

“You’re not making me pay for it, I wanted to. Consider it a ‘welcome to the team’ present.”

“That’s very kind of you.”

He liked how nervous he was making you. Whether it was because he was your boss or because he was devilishly handsome, he wasn’t entirely sure. But, he did know that you made him a little nervous too, especially since he was 95 percent sure you were his soulmate.

---

“You know what?” you said to yourself in your hotel room that night. “This is going to be really good for me. A fresh start and a chance to see the world. It doesn’t get much better than that.”

Shawn was distracted from his own thoughts once he heard your voice in his head. Shawn Mendes is my fucking boss. Not only that, but he’s an awesome dude. He smiled, not entirely sure he should be listening into this conversation. To be fair though, he couldn’t help it. Your voice was in his head.

“Damn,” he said as he put on a clean shirt for the night. “That girl was real cute.” He heard something fall in the other room followed by absolute silence, leading him to believe that you heard him. “She had a basic-ass smoothie order though.”

Was that my soulmate? He couldn’t help but laugh, trying to stay quiet as he figured out how to surprise you. Who did I meet today? You started to list the numerous people you met at dinner that night as Shawn shuffled over to the door that connected your hotel rooms.

“Hey, soulmate,” he quipped as he swung the door open. You let out a yelp, arms holding a shirt over your chest as you fell back onto the bed. “Oh, sorry!”

You threw the shirt over your head and glanced at the mirror on the wall to make sure you looked presentable. “You can come back in now,” you said once you were decent. Shawn reentered with a hand over his eyes, softly closing the door behind him. “You can look,” you giggled. “I have a shirt on now.”

Shawn put his hand down and smiled sheepishly at you. You wanted to swoon at how cute he looked with his rosy cheeks and messy curls.

“Hi.” He leaned against the wall, watching your feet get closer and closer to him until your sock clad toes were almost touching his.

“Hey.” He slowly looked up to meet your gaze. You gave him a shy smile and wave, to which he could only smile back. He’s been dreaming of the moment he met his soulmate for all these years yet he found himself at a loss of words.

“So . . . how much of that did you hear?”

“Oh, I heard the whole shabang. I’m glad you think so highly of me.” You groaned and leaned into his chest.

“You weren’t supposed to hear any of that.”

“That’s part of the whole soulmate thing. Can’t help it.”

“We’re actually soulmates?” You lifted your head so your chin was resting on his chest.

“Yeah,” He wrapped his arms around you. “I think we are.”

You brought your hands up so they were resting on his shoulders. “That moment would be a lot more romantic if I wasn’t staring up your nose.”

Shawn threw his head back, body shaking with laughter. You buried your face into his chest as you laughed along with him.

There was a comfortable pause before either of you dared to break the moment. “I’d day we should stay up all night and talk about our deepest fears and hopes for the future but we both look dead tired so we should probably call it a night.”

“Probably should. Night, Shawn.”

“Night, Y/N.” He squeezed you for a second longer before opening the door and stepping back into his room, sending you a wink before he shut it all the way.

“Shawn Mendes is my soulmate,” you whispered to yourself. “Shawn Mendes is my fucking soulmate!”

“Uh huh,” Shawn chuckled from the other room. “We’re definitely soulmates.”

---

It was a year of bliss full of sneaking kisses behind closed doors and holding hands under tables. You agreed at the start to keep your relationship a secret. With you settling into the new job and the two of you wanting to explore the relationship, it was best to keep everything under wraps. Hard as you tried, people had their suspicions for one reason or another.

It started with Andrew about a month after you realized you were soulmates. Shawn knew he could trust Andrew but he also knew that Andrew could be kind of harsh when it came to professionalism. The man didn’t expect the two of you to refer to each other strictly by last name, but he did expect that you abide by the rules and not cross the line between platonic and romantic.

So Shawn thought it would be best to find out what would happen if you were to announce that you were together. You know, in a hypothetical situation.

“Andrew, Shawn is looking for you,” you said as you peeked your head around the doorway of the green room. “He’s in his dressing room.”

Andrew’s head perked up at the calling of his name and nodded, standing up and following you to Shawn’s dressing room. You let him go in by himself, telling him that you had some other things to attend to. Once he shut the door though, you put your ear to it in hopes that you would be able to overhear what he had to say about Shawn’s “hypothetical” situation.

“Y/N said you needed me?” Andrew said once the door was closed.

“Yeah, I just had a quick question.” Shawn picked at the skin on the side of his thumb. “I just thought of this random situation and I was wondering what would happen if it actually happened.”

Andrew nodded for him to go on, still confused as to why Shawn made him come all the way down there for this.

“So say, my assistant was my soulmate. What would happen? Would they be able to keep their job or . . .?” He could see the gears turning in Andrew’s head at the mention of a soulmate and he wasn’t quite sure how he was going to answer.

“Is this about Y/N?”

“No, no. Just in some alternate universe. What would happen?”

“It depends. You obviously have a soulmate, we can’t stop that from happening, but I’d rather it not be someone you worked with,” Andrew started. “When I hire any team member, no matter what their job is, they agree that there is to be no romantic involvement with you. It keeps things professional and could prevent things from going haywire with the media. Things never look good when a star gets involved with someone on their team. I just don’t want to deal with all the bad publicity that could come out of that kind of situation. I don’t know if I would fire them but it would likely be on the table.” He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “But that’s not happening with you and Y/N, right?”

Your face dropped. You were expecting that sort of answer, but it still hurt to hear.

“What? Pfft, of course not. I was just curious,” Shawn replied, walking over to the door and pushing it open. You stumbled back, suddenly realizing that you were supposed to be attending “other things.”

“That was all. Thanks, Andrew.” Andrew gave Shawn a look that said he knew something was up, but Shawn laughed it off.

Okay?” He stepped out into the hallway, bumping into you. “Oops, sorry, Y/N.”

“Haha, no problem,” you waved him off. “Shawn, they need you on stage for soundcheck.”

“Soundcheck doesn’t start for another half hour,” Andrew said.

“They wanted to start early. Something about having trouble with stuff in the past so they wanted to get a head start.”

Shawn shot you a discrete thumbs up, eyes silently thanking you for the save.

“Okay then? I’ll let you do what you need to do.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in once he turned around and started making his way back down the hallway.

“Do they actually need me?”

“No, but I needed to look like I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

Shawn looked down the hallway to make sure no one was there before pulling you into a hug behind the open door and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you.”

“Love you too, big guy. Can we go to stage so it doesn’t look like I was lying?” You pulled away and took hold of his hand, tugging him in the direction of the stage.

Shawn rolled his eyes. “The things I do for you.”

“Thank youuu.” He followed you down the long hallway, checking every so often to make sure no one was behind you.

“Nice shoes,” he smirked, glancing down at the tie dye Crocs you were wearing.

“My heel broke and I didn’t have another pair of shoes on me.”

“But you had rainbow Crocs?”

“It’s fashion and comfort all in one shoe. You expect me to carry another pair of heels around when I could be wearing these bad boys?”

“I mean, they go wonderfully with the blouse and slacks. I kinda want a pair now.”

“Guess I know what to get you for Christmas.”

The sound of footsteps coming towards you stopped your conversation. You ripped your hand out of Shawn’s and he found himself missing the warmth of it.

“Hey, just talked to stage crew,” Andrew said once he popped around the corner you were just about to turn. “They’re not starting yet. They’re actually on track to be starting late. Don’t know who told you they needed him.”

“That’s weird,” you said, attempting to subtly put some more space between Shawn and yourself. “Guess we have some time. You guys need me to get anything for you?” The men both shook their heads no.

“Nice shoes, by the way.” He was gone as quickly as he appeared.

You looked over to see Shawn doubled over, body shaking with laughter. “Shut up, he almost caught us.”

“Yeah, but he saw the shoes!”

“How did the universe put us together?”

“Oh stop.” He wrapped you in his arms once again. “You know you love me.”

---

Brian was the next to get curious about your relationship.

A knock on the door that connected you and Shawn’s hotel room made Shawn look up from his phone for the first time in a while. He was met with your sheepish smile and what he now affectionately called the “Y/N wants something wave.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “What do you want?”

“Can I borrow one of your shirts? All of mine are dirty.”

“You have like 1,000 shirts.”

“Well 995 of them are dressy shirts for my job and I’m out of comfy shirts to sleep in. Would you be willing to sacrifice one of yours so I may bask in its comfort?”

“I guess so,” he sighed, leaning over the side of his bed to grab a shirt.

“Thank you.” You smiled wider as he came towards you and threw the shirt over your face. “Ooh, it smells like you.”

“That could be because I wear it a lot.”

“Is it your favorite shirt?”

“Maybe.”

“Ooh, I feel special.”

“Go put a shirt on, weirdo.”

You disappeared behind the door for a second and slipped the shirt on. You stepped back into Shawn’s room without a second thought and suddenly, Shawn couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

The silence and his stare made you feel self conscious for a moment. Does he not want me to wear it?

“I actually have a clean shirt if you don’t want me to wear-”

“No, keep it on. It looks good on you.” Two months into your secret relationship and he was head over heels in love with you.

“Thanks . . .” Completely uncharted territory. Neither of you had any idea what to do from here.

“Do you wanna, uh, sleep here tonight?” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah . . . I’d like that.”

He held his arm out for you to enter and closed the door behind you.

“I, uh, need to use the bathroom real quick.”

You stepped into the bathroom and braced yourself on the counter. “It’s no big deal, Y/N. He’s your soulmate. No need to get nervous.”

Shawn melted as the words played in his head. Now go out there and be the best damn soulmate there is.

You emerged from the bathroom like nothing happened, leaning on the doorway with your arms crossed. “Sup?”

“You didn’t flush the toilet.”

“Oh please, we both know I wasn’t actually going to the bathroom.”

Shawn held his hands up in defense, extending them out as you shuffled over to the bed and flopped down on it.

“I’m going to steal this shirt, by the way,” you said matter of factly.

“You should. It looks good on you.” He tugged you onto his chest so your head was laying over his heart.

“You’re gonna let me steal your favorite shirt, just like that?” You flipped over so your chin was resting on his shoulder. He nodded. “Damn, that was easy. You really do love me.”

You spent the next hour and a half talking about the random thoughts that crossed your mind. Minute by minute, your eyes got droopier and droopier, until you were fast asleep on top of Shawn. It was everything he wanted in life, right there in his arms.

He was almost asleep himself when there was a sharp knock on the door. He got up, careful not to move you too much and wake you up before opening the door.

“Hey, can I borrow some toothpaste?” a tired looking Brian asked, a yawn escaping his mouth in the fluorescent hotel hallway.

“Uh, yeah.” Shawn let Brian step inside, completely forgetting in his sleepy state that you were laying on the bed. He came out of the bathroom a second later to hand the toothpaste to Brian, who seemed completely shocked out of the daze he was in earlier. “What?”

“Is that Y/N?”

“Oh, yeah, she had a rough day so she came over here to vent. Ended up falling asleep before she went back to her own room.” He was getting better at coming up with these coverups.

“Really? She seemed like she was having a great day when I saw her earlier. I think the tie dye Crocs put her in a good mood.”

“I don’t know,” Shawn shrugged. “Maybe something went wrong after you saw her?”

“Maybe,” Brian nodded slowly, already putting the pieces together. “She’s not your soulmate, is she?”

“No, of course not. Just good friends.” The response came quick. Almost too quick.

“Okay, sure.” Brian took the toothpaste from Shawn with a skeptical look. “Thanks. I’ll give it back tomorrow morning.”

Shawn gave him a thumbs up and closed the door. He looked back to your sleeping form and couldn’t help but grin. He loved everything about you. How bad would it actually be if someone found out about you?

---

“Wanna ditch and get milkshakes?” You were standing in the corner of some celebrity’s mansion when Shawn asked the question. The Grammys afterparty wasn’t all that appealing to you, but it was part of the job and Shawn wanted you to go as his plus one since you were, as he claimed, his “best friend in the whole entire universe.”

“Hell yeah.” You pushed yourself off the wall, brushing off the back of your dress. “Where’re we going?”

“I dunno. What’s open this late?” He reached out to grab your hand, which you almost took before realizing where you were. His face dropped the slightest bit, wanting nothing more than to hold your hand and let the whole world know that he’d found his soulmate.

“I’m sure there’s something close by.” You nodded for him to follow you. “Wait, I have to ‘convince’ you to stay so I can say I tried to keep you here and Andrew doesn’t get mad at me.”

Shawn crossed his arms and nodded. “Can we ditch and get milkshakes?”

“No, we have to stay so you don’t seem rude.”

“But this party's boring and we could have a lot more fun somewhere else.”

“Shawn.”

“I could fire you . . .”

“Nice,” you said, grabbing his wrist and making your way through the crowd.

The cool air of the night was a relief from how hot it was inside but you found yourself pressing yourself into Shawn’s side anyways. He threw his arm over your shoulder as the two of you made your way to the edge of the driveway. The noise from the party faded into the background and neither of you said anything, enjoying one of the rare quiet moments you got together.

“Where to, m’lady?”

“You’re the one who wanted to leave.”

“Don’t act like you wanted to be there,” he teased, pulling away to grab your hand and twirl you under his arm.

“Well, I’m indecisive so you have the honors of picking the place.”

“I guess let’s go into the city and go to the first place that’s open.”

“Sounds good to me.” Your smile could light up the streets better than the streetlamps and he never wanted to see it go away.

“Take this, by the way.” Shawn shook his suit jacket off and put it over your shoulders. The red cloth was a little too big but he thought you looked stunning nonetheless.

“I’m not cold though.” You pulled your arms through the sleeves anyways.

“Let me do the boyfriend thing,” he pleaded as he rolled his shirt sleeves up.

“Fine. Only because you look really hot with your shirt sleeves rolled up.”

He smirked, making a mental note for the future.

You walked for a while before you stumbled across a McDonald’s, mumbling a might as well before opening the door for Shawn.

“Hey, I’m supposed to do that.”

“Oh, please. Let me be nice.”

The restaurant was empty, the only other person in there being the cashier who sleepily appeared from the kitchen as you looked at the menu. Shawn stepped up and ordered a milkshake before you stepped up and ordered a shake and fries. You whipped out your card and paid for it before Shawn could, to which he playfully glared at you.

“You pay for stuff all the time. Let me pay seven dollars this one time.”

He huffed, letting you know that you’d won. You smiled triumphantly as you sat down at a table and patted the space across from you. Shawn sat down and propped his elbow on the table to rest his head on his hand.

“Why are you so pretty?” you mumbled as you admired him. Seven billion people in the world and you somehow were lucky enough to have Shawn Mendes as your soulmate. Who would’ve thought?

“Why are you so pretty?” He reached across the table to grab your hand.

“I asked first.” You intertwined your fingers with his.

Your order number was called before he could respond, causing him to let go of your hand and go up to the counter. He grabbed the food and turned around to catch you checking him out. “What’re you looking at?”

“I can’t help it! Do you have any idea how hot it is when you roll the sleeves of a button up all the way up to your elbows?”

He laughed as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Would’ve done this a lot more often if I knew how much you liked it,” he said as he popped a fry into his mouth.

“Well, it’s super hot so please do it more often.” You took a sip of your milkshake. “And be more careful. Someone might see us.,” you said, referring to the act of affection he did moments before.

“We’re fine. The poor kid’s so tired they’re falling asleep back there.”

“Still. We’re in public and I really don’t want to lose my job.”

“Andrew won’t fire you. He just wants to scare us,” Shawn insisted, reaching over to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “Besides, if word does get out we can finally move forward with our lives. Get married? Really start our future together?” It had only been eight months but Shawn knew without a single doubt that he wanted to be with you. (The soulmate part helped a little bit too.)

“You really want to do that?”

“You’re my soulmate and the most amazing person I’ve ever met. Of course I want to get married! That is, as long as you want to.”

“I’d like that.”

The sound of your phone ringing ruined the moment, and you quickly fumbled to get it out of your pocket.

“Andrew, hey,” you said, watching Shawn’s face change from lovey-dovey to concerned and a little scared.

“Where are you guys?” Andrew’s voice came through the phone, slightly drowned out by the loud music playing in the background.

“I . . . uh . . .”

“It sounds really quiet over there. Did you guys sneak back to the hotel?” You cringed at what sounded like a disappointed tone as you tried to come up with an answer that wouldn’t get you fired.

“Shawn wanted milkshakes so we’re at McDonalds,” you finally admitted.

“Dude!” Shawn whisper yelled.

“I tried to make him stay but he was insistent!”

“Can you put Shawn on the phone?”

“Sure,” you said, passing the phone to Shawn.

“Andrew, hi,” Shawn said in a voice that did not at all match the look on his face. You couldn’t hear what Andrew was saying but based on the intermittent “I know” and “yeah” you assumed he was getting lectured about ditching the party.

“We will. See you there.” He hung up with a sigh. “Our romantic time at McDonald’s is going to have to come to an end, my dear.”

“What’d he say?” You took your phone from his hand and stood up.

“Come back to the hotel or you’re gonna get it.” He took his milkshake in one hand and your hand in the other, letting you take the last few fries and throw out the cardboard.

“You’re going to get me fired one of these days.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is a bad thing! I like my job, thank you very much.”

“I kid, I kid.”

His smile was all you needed in life. Job or not, you would always have Shawn, right?

---

“Here’s your boarding pass,” you said through a yawn, handing Shawn the slip of paper as you walked into the airport.

The pass you handed him had your name printed on it and he laughed to himself. He took the pass you had in your hand and switched it with the one he gave you.

“What’re you-”

“You gave me your pass.” He placed his hand on your lower back, subtly trying to speed you up so you could catch up to the rest of the group.

“Oh, sorry,” you muttered softly. “I’ve gotten three hours of sleep in the past two days. I’m so ready to get on the plane and take a freaking nap.”

“We gotta get on the plane first, sleepyhead.” You were dressed in leggings, an oversized t-shirt, and your tie dye Crocs. It was one of the few times he ever saw you dressed down on the job and he was loving it.

“Watch your hand, there’s people all around.”

“It’s really hard to take you seriously when you look like you’re about to pass out in my arms.”

“Shawn!”

“I’m helping out my tired best friend. Besides, it’s four in the morning, nobody’s around.” He didn’t move his arm, even as you got closer to the group. It was like he wanted to get caught. “And, if you really wanted me to move, you would’ve shaken my arm off by now.”

He knew you too well.

He kept his arm there as you checked your luggage and went through security, only letting go when absolutely necessary. It earned some strange looks from a couple team members but you were too tired to care. All you wanted to do was take a year long nap.

You ended sitting in the terminal with half the team while the other half went to get coffee. Shawn sat next to you, occasionally glancing around to see if he could steal a kiss from you when no one was looking.

It was another 30 minutes until you were supposed to board but you weren’t sure you would be able to keep your eyes open for much longer. Shawn noticed your bobbing head and drooping eyes and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pushing your head so it was resting on his shoulder.

“I’ll wake you up when it’s time to board.”

“Thanks, babe,” you whispered, pressing a subtle kiss to his shoulder as your eyes fluttered closed.

“What are you guys gonna do when you find your real soulmates?” Brian asked casually, not even looking up from his phone. Shawn’s head snapped up at the mention of “soulmates” and Brian snickered. “You two act like you’re soulmates all the freaking time. What’s gonna happen when you find the actual one for you?”

“What if we are soulmates and we just didn’t tell anyone?” It was a stupid answer but he wasn’t sure what else to say. Was he really about to expose your relationship after keeping it a secret for all this time?

“You wouldn’t be able to keep that from me.” While Brian wasn’t entirely convinced his two friends weren’t soulmates, he didn’t have the proof to say definitively that they were.

“Fair enough.”

The conversation stopped there but Shawn couldn’t stop thinking about it. Eleven months together and you somehow managed to keep it a secret from everyone. It meant that you couldn’t progress your relationship as far as you wanted to though. Was it even worth it to keep it a secret anymore?

Your boarding group was called before he could dwell on it too long and Shawn was forced to wake you up. As much as he wanted to keep you asleep, he knew there was no getting you on the plane otherwise.

“Wake up, pretty girl,” he muttered as he pressed his face to the top of your head and rubbed his hand up and down your arm. You sighed and snuggled deeper into him, craving his warmth. “You can go back to sleep soon but we gotta get on the plane.”

You lifted your head slowly, blinking at the bright lights of the terminal. Shawn helped you stand up and grabbed your carry on and helped you stand up.

“I’m supposed to take your stuff. That’s my actual job,” you said, reaching for your backpack that he was holding.

“You’re tired, honey. Let me carry your bag.”

You complied, too tired and wanting nothing more than to knock out for the five hour flight. You put your head back on Shawn’s shoulder the second he sat down next to you on the plane, out cold for the entire ride.

---

Shawn Mendes Found His Soulmate? Everything You Need to Know About the New Couple.

What You Need to Know About Shawn Mendes’ Post Last Night.

Shawn Mendes Gets Cozy With His PA in Recent Instagram Post.

The headlines seemed to be never ending as they appeared on your phone. You could hear Shawn pacing in the other room and trying to explain to Andew what was happening. It was inevitable, you knew. But did it have to happen like this?

“Andrew, I don’t know what to tell you. It was an accident!” Shawn insisted, running a hand through his hair for the millionth time since the call started.

“Do you have any idea how bad this is, Shawn?” Andrew sighed on the other side of the line. “This is exactly what I told you was going to happen!”

Texts were blowing up your phone like crazy. All your friends were wondering since when Shawn Mendes was your soulmate and why you didn’t tell them earlier. That didn’t matter so much through as you realized that you were about to lose your job, and possibly Shawn.

“We’re soulmates, Andrew! What were we supposed to do? You said that she’d be fired if she was my soulmate. Y/N loves this job and she’s amazing at it. I didn’t want to lose her!”

You felt like you were going to throw up.

From what you could hear, the rest of the conversation didn’t go too well. Shawn sounded frustrated beyond belief as he tried to save your job and relationship, leaving you wondering if you would have either of those after today. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear him enter the living room and sit down next to you.

“Andrew wants to have a meeting in an hour,” he sighed. You bit your lip, trying to hold back tears as you stared at the ground.

“I’m getting fired, aren’t I?” you asked.

“I have no idea, honestly. I’m not sure how much authority I have over that.” He put his head in his hands. The uncertainty of the future was killing both of you.

“Should we just break up?”

Your voice was so quiet but Shawn heard the words loud and clear.

“What!?”

“We’re obviously going to get in a ton of trouble for this. What if Andrew says we have to end it? If this ends, I want it to be on my terms, not someone else’s.”

“Y/N, he can’t make us break up.”

“But what if this destroys your career? I wouldn’t be able to live with the fact that I was the reason you had to stop doing what you loved.”

“Y/N, you’re spiraling. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that I love more than you.”

“I just want you to be happy.” A single tear slipped down your face and Shawn wished he wasn’t the reason for it.

“You make me happy.”

You stared at each other for a moment before you threw yourself into his arms, latching on tight as sobs rang through your body. Shawn tucked his head into your neck, holding you tight and letting a few tears soak into your shirt.

“No matter what happens,” He pulled back to look directly into your eyes. “I will always love you. Nobody can make us end our relationship, okay? I don’t care if it ends my career, I will never want anything more than you.”

You nodded, not sure what else to say.

“Now, lets get yelled at by Andrew and tell him that this isn’t going to end.”

---

“Alright, let’s talk about this.” Andrew sat down across from you and Shawn, sounding calmer than he did an hour ago over the phone.

“Before you say anything, we’re not breaking up. I just wanna make that clear.” Shawn said, his thumb caressing your hand under the table.

“I’m not gonna make you break up. I just want to know why you didn’t tell me earlier.” His voice sounded strained, like he couldn’t believe that you would hide something like this from him for so long. “We could’ve prevented this whole squabble if you just told me earlier.”

“I didn’t want to lose my job,” you said. “I agreed that I wouldn’t be romantically involved with Shawn when you hired me and I broke that agreement on the first day.”

“The first day?” Andrew leaned forward in his seat.

“Yeah, we uh . . . we found out that night.”

“If I’m being honest, I’ve pretty much known for a while,” Andrew confessed. “I was waiting for one of you to tell me though. I didn’t want to pressure you.”

“But you said she could get fired-”

“I said that firing her could possibly be on the table, depending on the situation. Y/N’s a great team member and I know your relationship isn’t going to get in the way of her doing her job. I figured that if you were trying to keep it a secret for so long, you didn’t want anyone to know.”

“You knew the whole time?” Shawn leaned back in his chair, feeling a lot more relaxed now that he knew your job was safe.

“You guys were subtle but you weren’t that subtle. I pieced it together pretty quickly.”

“So I’m not getting fired?”

“No, I’m not going to fire you.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was a-okay. “Thank you, Andrew. Really, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“No need to thank me. Your work speaks for itself.” Andrew smiled and for the first time in a long time, you felt at ease. You didn’t have to hide anything anymore. “However, we do have to deal with this situation you two have created.”

---

“Ready?” Shawn asked, his thumb hovering over the “post” button.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you smiled. A year of hiding your relationship from everyone you knew and you were finally going to share it with the world.

“Let’s do this.” He pressed the button and just like that, the picture was up.

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Two Pizzerias (Pizza Rivalry AU)

A/N: For some reason when I read “like Romeo and Juliet” my mind automatically went to a pizzeria rivalry…Idk either…But it was super fun to write! So sorry it took me forever to write this @theregoesmyherojd but I hope you enjoy it!!

Request: Can you do a blurb or story about maybe something where Shawn is in love with this girl and her dad doesn’t like him or want her to be with him so she’s forced to choose between leaving him or staying with him & make their love real fluffy but dad part like Romeo and Juliet

Warnings: Arguing & a swear word here and there

WC: 8.1K // Fluff w. a hint of angst

It was a normal Tuesday in your family’s pizza shop, you were mixing up the large caprese salad on the front counter, and just when you waved goodbye to a family leaving the pizzeria, a man with a red face flew through the door.

You rolled your eyes knowing exactly what was about to happen.

“Oh, Manny,” your dad walked out of the kitchen with a sly smile on his face, “What a lovely––”

Manny Mendes––the owner of the pizzeria diagonal from your family’s pizzeria––pointed an accusatory finger at your dad, “You purposefully had the truck load out your supplies right in front of my shop.”

“Why would I do such a thing?”

You rolled your eyes at your father’s snarky quip as you placed the caprese salad in its place next to the pastas, and other easy to serve meals that were behind glass so customers could see their options.

“You’re trying to sabotage––”

“I would do no such thing–––”

Manny stood stiff, fists curled tightly at his sides, as he spoke over your father, “You’re just jealous that we opened up seven years ago and are doing better than your dinky shop that’s been here for decades.”

Your dad’s jaw dropped as his eyes widened at the insult, “Dinky?!”

With your father’s full attention on Manny, he didn’t see the slight shake of your shoulders as you let out a chuckle. The bickering continued, and when you were sure your father wouldn’t notice, you took an oven mitt, opened up the large brick oven that customers always ogled at when they walked in, and carefully slid out a garlic knot.

Manny and your father were still arguing about whose pizzeria was better and why as you quickly ran to the back kitchen, tossing the piping hot garlic knot between your hands like a game of hot potato, and grabbed a sheet of tin foil to wrap it up.

“Going somewhere?” Your mother raised an eyebrow at you as she carried a very large mixing bowl full of shredded mozzarella cheese.

You hid the lone garlic knot, wrapped tightly in tin foil, behind your back, “Dad and Manny are at it again––Figured I’d like––Not be there.”

Your mother rolled her eyes and placed the silver bowl down on the counter where she prepped her pizzas, “Again?” She wiped her hands on he rwhite apron, “I’ll sort it out.”

There wasn’t a door from the back kitchen to the front of the store––Let the aromas fill up the shop, it was your grandfather’s vision––so you heard your mom, loud and clear, as she broke up their weekly fight. Not waiting for her to get back, and not wanting to get caught, you made a dash to the back door––grabbing your backpack on the way––and found yourself in the alley way.

You took in a deep breath, smelling the aroma of the pizza floating outside, and then started walking. The sound of cars and people chattering were drowning out the further away you walked from main street. Once you got to the end of the alley, you turned left, and a smile brightened up your face as you saw Shawn sitting on the curb.

With the sound of your footsteps, he lifted his head up and his smile matched yours.

You breathed out a relieved sigh through your nostrils and restrained yourself from skipping over to him. Opting for a quick power walk, you were over to him in a matter of seconds, plopping yourself down on the curb next to him.

Immediately, you rested your head on his shoulder, and he brought an arm around your shoulder to hold you close. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before resting his cheek on your head; his stray curls––that never stayed in place––lightly brushed against your forehead, tickling you.

“Did you bring the garlic knot?”

You let out a small laugh as you regretfully detached yourself from him. Slipping your backpack from your shoulders, you brought it in between your legs, unzipping it and pulling out a tin foil wrapped garlic knot.

Shawn’s eyes softened as he looked at the garlic knot, licking his lips in anticipation. He reached a hand out, but you pulled the garlic knot back, keeping it out of his reach.

Shawn let out a whine as you dangled the piece of bread in the air, “Do you have my pizza slice?”

Shawn’s mouth dropped into a perfectly round circle, “Oh.” And just like you, he unzipped his backpack and pulled out a piece of tinfoil, “Almost forgot.”

“That’s pizza…” You said warily and looked at him with concerned eyes, “How could you forget you had pizza in your bag?” He shrugged his shoulders with a sheepish smile, “That would smell up your bag if you left it in there.”

Again, Shawn shrugged his shoulders again, “It’s happened before.” You decided to ignore his obscenely boy-ish remark as you reached your hand out for the slice of pizza.

But just like you, Shawn held it up high above his head, with a smirk, “Give me a kiss.”

Your shoulders dropped and you let out a deep sigh in faux annoyance, “I just want pizza––”

“Nuh uh,” Shawn shook his head and puckered up his lips, making an over exaggerated kissing noise, “Kiss or no pizza.”

With a small smile toying at the corners of your lips, you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your boyfriend’s lips. It was an innocent kiss, his lips only lingered for a few seconds, and you felt the butterflies really erupt in your stomach when he nibbled on your bottom lip.

As much as you would want to spend all day kissing Shawn, it wasn’t realistic for two reasons: one, you had limited time before you both had to get back to your pizzerias, and two, you really wanted that slice of pizza. So you pulled away and snatched the pizza from his hold with a victorious smile.

“Hey–––”

“Suck it up, pizza boy,” you said as you tossed him the garlic knot, laughing at how he almost fell backwards trying to catch it, “Be thankful I snuck a garlic knot for you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Shawn rolled his eyes as he unwrapped the tinfoil, “Be thankful I snuck a slice for you––Do you know how hard that was to sneak out?”

You let out a laugh as you leaned the tinfoil on your bent knees and took ahold of the corner, beginning to unwrap it, “Ah, you remembered a plate,” you laughed as you thought back to the last time Shawn brought you a pizza, without a plate, and the grease got everywhere, “My hero.”

Shawn ignored your comment and took a bite of the garlic knot. He was mid-chew when he closed his eyes in bliss and let out a moan that was normally reserved after the two of you spent an intimate time together.

“This––The ‘est––Arlic ‘ead,” Shawn spoke before he swallowed, “I could literally live off those.”

You nodded your head in agreement, and had the decency to swallow before you spoke, unlike the boy in front of you, “I could live off your pizza. If only my dad would try it, he’d drop all sense of competitiveness.”

“He’d come to realize that our pizza is better than yours and want to step up his game.”

You narrowed your eyes and whacked him in the chest, “Asshole.”

“You love me,” Shawn sang as he scooched closer to you and put his arm back around our shoulder as you lifted up the slice of pizza for him to take a bite. He took a generous bite, which caused you to glare at him, before sighing, “We probably have to get back after you finish the slice.”

“I’ll set a world record for slowest pizza slice eater,” you tried to make a joke, but your voice was dismal, and Shawn’s eyes didn’t hold the same happy-go-lucky gleam. “I hate this,” you set the plate down on the pavement and leaned into his chest.

Shawn rounded both arms around you, rubbing his familiar hands up and down your back, “I know.” He kissed the top of your head and you sat in silence, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him tight.

It wasn’t long before both you and Shawn reluctantly pulled away from each other because if you were gone for any longer both of your families would be suspicious of your whereabouts. With hands clasped tightly together, you walked together the alleyway where you would take a right on to get back to your pizzeria. Shawn would continue walking straight, behind the shops, until he got to a traffic light to cross the street to get to his pizzeria.

He placed two fingers under your chin, lifting your chin up just slightly, so he could place a gently parting kiss to your lips. And just like every time when your time was up and he kissed you, you clutched the front of his shirt in hopes it would keep him pressed to you for just a moment longer.

All you ever wanted was a moment longer with longer. And at night, when the clock struck 11:11, that was all you wished for.

Once he pulled away, you watched him walk all the way down the back of shops until you couldn’t see him anymore, before you trudged up the alleyway back to your pizzeria. The sounds of people chatting became louder and you heard the honks of cars on the main street. You pushed open the back door, dropped your backpack off in your mom’s office, and trudged back up to the front to take your place behind the register.

You felt like a robot; swiping credit cards, counting back change, and saying a cheerful enjoy as customers either sat at a table or carried out their meals. Your father continued to grumble about the Mendes's pizzeria when there wasn’t a customer in ear shot to hear his petty comments.

“He’s got a boy around your age, Y/n,” your dad said in a forewarning tone. Usually when he tried to push boys away from you, he always said it in a jestting manner, but when he spoke of Shawn, his words were low and lethal.

“Yeah,” you warily glanced behind your shoulder to see your dad sliding in a long wooden peel to take out a pepperoni pizza, “I think I’ve seen him around.”

As he shimmied the freshly cooked pizza off the wooden peel, and onto a large circular metal plate, he gave you another warning, “I don’t want you near him,” he rested the wooden peel against the counter, “He could try something to get our family recipe.”

You let out a laugh at how unbelievable he sounded, but the pointed look he gave you instantly made you cover your laugh up as a cough, “Alright, dad.”

He gave you a curt nod as he opened up the upper portion of the brick oven, “This pizza goes to table six––Hm, I thought I had two dozen garlic knots in here…” your father’s words trailed off as he recounted the garlic knots again, “We’re one short––”

You felt your stomach drop. He had never been so meticulous with something he made as often as his garlic knots. And to avoid any further conversation, you quickly grabbed the tray of pepperoni pizza and rounded the counter, “Heading to table six!”

The befuddled look on your dad’s face as he counted the garlic knots three more times was a bit amusing, and you had trouble concealing your smile as you delivered the pizza to table six, because you knew exactly where that garlic knot went.

///

A few weeks later, just as the clock struck a little after 11 and you triple checked to make sure your parents were asleep, you snuck out of your house. Lifting up your window with both of your hands, it was impossible to ignore the warm summer breeze that tickled your skin. Climbing out onto your roof, you shut your window, but made sure that it was open just enough to slide your fingers through for when you returned. Carefully, you walked along the roof to the tree that had a few branches within arms reach to hook onto and climb down.

Once you successfully climbed down the tree, something you’ve done plenty of times to continue your secret rendezvous with Shawn, you walked for about ten minutes until you got to a park. The park had been your unofficial meeting spot for late night’s when either one of you wanted to spend time with each other. And it helped that it was right between your house and Shawn’s house.

You squinted through the night sky, that was slightly illuminated by the lights in the park, to see a figure swinging on the swings. Wondering if someone had taken your unofficial claimed spot with Shawn, you carefully walked further into the park. Upon walking closer, you saw that it was just Shawn swinging high on the swings.

A smile spread across your face as you walked toward him––Shawn cheerfully calling out your name as he continued to swing––and you sat on the empty swing next to him.

“Careful!” You warned Shawn as he swung backwards and then pumped his arms forward, “No need to get hurt.”

Shawn let out a laugh, “Oh relax,” but you winced when he swung so high that you thought he was going to go over the bar and fall off, “Let’s see who can swing the highest.”

“I think you already have me beat,” you gripped the cold metal chains of the swing as Shawn whooshed passed you, causing you to squeeze your eyes tight as you felt the breeze from his speed hit your face, “Shawn, please––”

“Swing first, worry later.”

You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior, but it was one of the things you loved about him. So, you kicked your feet back on the dirt, leaned back, and pumped your arms to get the swinging motion started. It took a few minutes, but you were up at Shawn’s height with the swing.

“Hey, look,” Shawn turned his head toward you with a smile, “We’re married.”

You turned your head toward him with a confused stare, but then realized he was talking about how you both swung forward and backward at the same time. Rolling your eyes, you shouted over the sound of the wind that was caused by both of you swinging, “I’ve never heard it referred to it as that before.”

“Never?!” Shawn was shocked, “What kind of childhood did you have?”

You decided to ignore his comment, “Jump on three?”

Shawn leaned his head back in laughter as he continued moving his arms, “You were all ‘oh Shawn, not too high’ and now you want to jump?!”

You glared at his impersonation of your voice, “So you want to get off the swing the boring way?”

“Knew I loved you for a reason,” he winked, “On three?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip to conceal the growing on your face, as you looked forward, “One–––”

“––Two––”

“––Three––Jump!”

At the same time, you both jumped off your swings. You let out a shriek of fright and Shawn let out a laugh as both of you tumbled onto the ground. An uncomfortable jolt of pain skyrocketed up your body which caused you to squeeze your eyes tighter and curl your legs up to your chest.

Shawn’s laughter died down as you felt him touch your shoulder, “You alright?”

You peaked an eye open to see him rolled onto his side and eyes wide with concern, “Yeah,” you scrunched up your nose and stretched out your legs, “Just hurts a little.”

Shawn offered you a sympathetic smile and a hand, which you gladly took, as he pulled you up, “Well hopefully some food will help.”

Without letting go of your hand, Shawn led you over to where he set up a blanket. The two of you sat down and when he was rummaging through his backpack pulling out plates and silverware, you grumbled, “Please tell me you didn’t bring pizza.”

While you loved his family’s pizza, it was the only thing Shawn had been sneaking from the pizzeria and giving you during your alley way meet ups.

He let out a boisterous laugh as he pulled out a container, “Not quite––It’s still from my parents place because I’m too lazy to actually put something together.”

Once he opened the fogged up container, you immediately leaned closer to whiff as much of the delicious scent as possible, “Chicken alfredo.”

“With penne,” Shawn added in, crossing his ankles, “I know that’s your favorite so I hid all the fettuccine noodles from my mom.” He broke eye contact with you, a little embarrassed at his confession.

Many people would think hiding noodles from your parents wasn’t a big deal. But, you knew from experience, that when your parents owned a pizzeria with other Italian cuisine, they liked to use specific noodles for their creations. So Shawn hiding his mom’s noodles from her made your heart soar. And you realized just how much he loved you.

Not wanting to embarrass him further, you picked up a fork and stabbed a few penne noodles with it, “Oh nooo,” you waved the pasta up in the air, Shawn looking at you with his eyebrows raised in amusement, “How could I possibly eat food made by the enemy,” you smirked before you opened your mouth wide and took a bite of the creamy pasta.

Shawn’s eyes crinkled as he laughed at your over dramatic antics and it only caused you to feel your face warm up. The plates were long forgotten as both you and Shawn proceeded to stick your forks in the container he brought the pasta in, “My dad would absolutely flip if he saw me right now.”

Shawn nodded his head as he chewed his pasta, talking with his mouth full, “So would mine,” He finished chewing, and once he swallowed the food, he shrugged his shoulders, “But it’s been seven months, so I think we’re fine.”

You chuckled and picked up a piece of chicken with your fork, “A modern day Romeo and Juliet.”

“Two pizzerias, both alike in dignity,” Shawn put on the worst British accent you had ever heard, as you watched him move his hands in a dramatic story-telling fashion. While he looked all serious, you were falling over in laughter, “In fair Pickering, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny where pizza sauce,” he moved his hands in a continuous circle in front of his face, “and cheese makes civil hands unclean.”

He finished off his over dramatic reciting of the opening line to Romeo and Juliet with jazz hands.

You were in stitches, clutching your stomach as tears leaked out from the corner of your eyes, “You’re––You’re such a dork.”

“Didn’t major in literature for nothing,” he tickled your sides which only caused you to laugh louder.

You pushed his hands away and sat up, sitting with your shoulders touching, both your legs and his were stretched out, and his fingers shyly inched their way towards yours as if it was the first time you were holding hands, “Have you decided what you’re going to do with it?”

Shawn shrugged his shoulders as he traced random shapes on the top of your hand with his index finger, “Might teach? I doubled up on lit and education so that seems like the only logical thing to do.” You hummed in response as he knocked his foot against yours, “What’s your plan, Juliet?”

You shoved his shoulder at his awful attempt of a joke, but he caught your hand and laced your fingers together before your hand could fall down on the blanket, “Was talking with some friends about moving to the city.”

“Toronto?”

Nodding your head slowly, you shyly looked up at him, his tone was full of surprise and you didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Maybe?” You shuddered at the sound of your uncertain squeaky voice, “I’ve applied to some jobs, talked about signing a lease with some friends––and,” you let out a sigh because he seemed to have everything figured out, “I don’t know.”

Shawn untangled your hands and threw his arm back around your shoulder, opting to have you closer to him than just holding hands. You leaned your head on his shoulder, a position you felt was more comfortable than the pillows on your bed, as he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

“Not taking over the shop?” His tone was curious.

You gulped, “It’ll break my dad’s heart, but…” your words trailed off and Shawn squeezed your shoulder in reassurance, silently whispering that if you didn’t feel comfortable telling him you didn’t have to. But this was Shawn, someone you would risk it all for––someone you were risking it all for––so you continued on, “I’ve literally been at that shop since I was born––I took my first steps there––and while taking it over sounded fun at seventeen…It’s not what I want.”

“What do you want?” He was quick with a response, and you lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him with a tilt of your head, as he bumped his shoulder against yours, “Hm?”

“Right now?” He nodded, and when he looked at you with only a few scattered park lights illuminating your face, all you saw was fondness and care in his eyes, “To stop sneaking around with you.”

Shawn let out a deep sigh. You’ve had this conversation before plenty of times, and it always ends with him explaining why that’s not a good idea, “Y/n…”

You shook your head angrily, moving away from his hold, as you let your insecurities take over, “Do you not want to be seen with me?”

He scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard, and while you knew it was only your fears that rationalized that scenario with you, part of you couldn’t shut off that lingering thought.

“That’s not––You know that’s not it,” his eyes were narrowed, but they softened up when he saw the genuine fear in your eyes of thinking he didn’t want to be seen with you. He scooched closer to you, not liking how you put so much physical distance between the two of you, and took hold of both of your hands, “I love you, you know that, things are just,” he tilted his head side to side, trying to find the right word, “…complicated.”

With clenched teeth, you nodded your head, because while everyone else would see this as a complicated situation, you couldn’t see past how foolish the situation was you were in with Shawn.

“This is––All of this––the sneaking around––” your voice cracked, “It’s pizza.”

Shawn’s shoulders dropped at how absolutely defeated you sounded because he understood. He felt like the absolute worst boyfriend not being able to take you out on public dates, afraid that one of your parent’s friends would see; Pickering was a small town after all. He wanted to be everything you deserved, but the situation with both of your families was not ideal.

With slumped shoulders, eyes casted downward in a mournful gaze, as he let out a deep breath, knowing you wouldn’t like what he was going to say, “It’s their whole lives, Y/n––”

“Fucking losers.”

The mournful look Shawn had on his face disappeared with your comment as he let out a loud laugh that no doubt caused a few of the park’s neighbors to wake up in the middle of the night. He kissed the pout off your face and pulled you in close to his chest. Because no matter how hard it was between your families, the flame that ignited your relationship was still burning, even in the middle of the night.

///

The summer season was coming to an end, and the way your good old town of Pickering celebrated was shutting down the main street for a block party. Stores would have their doors opened, welcoming customers just as much as the summer air, and restaurants were allotted a certain amount of street space to set up tables outside. It was a festivity you looked forward to every year.

But with the block party comes competition. Judges came around and taste tested all the food in the small radius and rate the best in its category, and then the best restaurant overall. When the Mendes’s first opened up shop diagonal from your family’s pizzeria, they had taken home the top two prizes three years in a row. It had made your father explode with anger and it was an unspoken rule that you never talked about those summers.

“We need to make sure we sell more pizzas,” your father said as he placed silverware on top of the napkins you set down on the tables outside.

You looked at your dad, who was double checking that the silverware was properly set, and let out a sigh as the napkins went limp in your hand, “Dad…”

He held up a hand for you to stop talking so he could concentrate on counting the utensils, “We need to sell more and we need to impress the judges,” he said as he moved onto the next table, you followed and started putting down the napkins, “We beat the Mendes’s last year for best pizza and we need to keep it up.”

You continued to walk around the circular table and place napkins down, saying your next sentence with little interest, “Don’t you think you’re taking this a little too far?”

Expecting your dad to be finished placing the silverware on the table, you moved onto the next. But when you looked up to see that he was not trailing you like usual, you saw him looking at you with his jaw dropped, a gobsmacked expression painted clearly on his face.

“This is our livelihood, Yn,” he stared over your shoulder, glaring at the Mendes’s pizzeria, “Cheapskates––They put their son on as hostess?”

That piqued your interest. Normally, Shawn either flipped the pizza’s in the air to show off or he worked behind the counter at the register, much like you. You turned your head over your shoulder and saw that he was at the hostess stand, wearing an all black outfit similar to yours.

“They have him up there so he can use his charm and ‘good looks’ on the girls,” he scoffed, “Boy needs a haircut.”

You frowned, while his hair was getting a little longer––he always brushed off your advances of making him a hair appointment––but that wasn’t the thing you were concerned about. Because you saw Shawn across the street, leaning against the wooden podium, with three girls around him that looked to be around your age. You felt your hands grip the napkins hard when you saw them throw their head’s back in laughter.

While you couldn’t clearly see his face, you knew he was showcasing his signature smirk. And when he picked up three menus, and extended his arm, you saw the girl’s shoulders rise up and down with giggles as they stared at his muscles.

“Want me to go over there?” Your voice was stoic as you narrowed your eyes at the girl’s blatantly checking out your boyfriend as he led them to their table.

“Into enemy territory?”

You looked at your dad and offered him an overly enthusiastic smile, showing all your teeth, “just to scope out the competition.”

Your father’s smile grew at your ‘diabolical’ plan, “I’m proud that you're my daughter,” he walked a few steps over to you and patted your shoulder, “I think your mom needs help in the kitchen so I’m going to head back there.”

As your father turned his back to you, your smile dropped. With a huff, you threw the wrinkled napkins on the table, and walked across the street. You were walking past the tabel the girls were sat at and it only made your blood boil more when one of the girls said they were going to leave their number for him on a napkin.

Shawn was oblivious, head leaning on the inner part of his palm as his elbow rested on the podium, but once you were almost right up to the podium, he blinked a few times and smiled wide.

“What are you doing here?” He lifted his head to look over your shoulder, “Does your dad––”

You waved him off, voice still rigid, “He thinks I’m spying on you.”

Shawn quirked an eyebrow up and slightly leaned back, “Are you?”

You mouth dropped as you let out an audible gasp, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion at his sudden distrust, “Are you serious?”

Noticing your offended posture, Shawn quickly shook his head as he held his hands up and waved them in front of him like he was surrendering, “Sorry, sorry, it’s just––Sorry.”

“Mhhm,” you crossed your arms over your chest and nodded, pushing his excuse under the rug, “Have fun chatting to the girls?”

Shawn’s cheeks heated up as he looked down and shuffled with the menus on the podium, “You saw that?”

“Yeah, I’m right across the street, in case you forgot.” you said in a displeased tone, “Trying to charm them with your good looks?”

His head popped up and you were instantly met with his famous smirk, “You think I’m good looking?”

You rolled your eyes, “Shut up.” And even though you had loved him for eight months, you still felt a tiny bit of embarrassment, with a hint of excitement, flood your stomach when he gave you that look.

“I’m really not trying to flirt with them,” Shawn’s voice was soft, but his tone was serious, “I only have one girl on my mind.”

You felt the warm fuzzy feeling anchor down in your stomach when he said those words. You turned your head to the side, trying to be as discreet as possible, and rested your hands on the top edge of the podium. Shawn seemed to get the hint as he straightened his posture, looking left and right to make sure the coast was clear of any onlookers, before slightly placing his hands on top of yours.

A shy smile crossed your face as you looked down at your hands, “You’re lucky I love you.”

You looked up and saw Shawn smiling down at you as his brown eyes shined when the sun hit them, making you fall a little bit more in love with him, “And I thank my lucky stars each night before I go to bed.”

You rolled your eyes and slid one hand out from under his and leaned over the podium to slap his chest, “That was grossly cheesy. Don’t ever say that again.”

“But you love me,” he sang.

Again, you rolled his eyes at his childish behavior, “Alright, Romeo, I have to get back,” you moved your head in the direction of your pizzeria, “Just wanted to make sure my boyfriend didn't get any ideas.”

“Never,” Shawn winked, “Our parents should be busy with the judges around the same time, so…Meet at our spot at like four?”

“It’s a date.” You nodded with a smile, patting his hand one last time, before whirling around and trying your hardest not to skip back to your family’s pizzeria.

///

Once four o’clock rolled around, you told your parents that you were going on a walk for your break. Your parents waved you off, turning their back on your excuse, even though you had a break two hours ago, as they were busy prepping for the judges arrival.

You washed your hands with a smile that was slowly growing on your face. You opted to shake your hands dry instead of using a towel as you ran out the back door. You didn’t want to waste any time arriving at your secret spot.

Making the two turns it took to get to your secret spot from your pizzeria, you saw Shawn sitting on the curb looking down at his phone. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you skipped over and plopped yourself down next to Shawn, making him jump and drop his phone.

“You’re late,” he grumbled as he leaned forward to pick his phone up, inspecting it for any damage.

You scoffed, “By like two minutes.”

He knocked his knees against yours and you smiled down at you, “Sell lots of pizza?”

You groaned and dropped your head to his shoulder. Shawn chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Can we not talk about pizza?”

“But you stole a pizza my heart,” Shawn squeezed your shoulder as you curled your body more towards him and let out another groan, “What? You don’t like my cheesy joke?”

“Shawn,” you whined. With your head still buried in his neck, you couldn’t see him, but you knew he was smiling ear to ear at his puns.

“Alright, Alright…” there was a pause in conversation, but you felt his chest shake as he poorly tried to conceal his laughter, “You must be laugh-tose intolerant.”

You whipped your head up his shoulder, and just when you were about to tell him off for the pizza jokes you didn’t want to hear, he broke out in the most musical laugh. His eyes were shut tight, head thrown back, as he removed his arm from your shoulder to clap his hands in front of him; too proud of his last pun.

You smiled at the sight and laughed along with him.

After the two of you settled down in your laugher, Shawn let out a sigh and looked at you with soft eyes, “I really do love you a lot.”

Your heart melted at how sincere his voice sounded and you pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I love you too.”

You were able to look into his love filled eyes for only a second before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips. It wasn’t chaste like the kiss you planted on him, but it had been too long since you kissed him ,so you savored the feeling.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to fight the growing smile on your lips, as your knees hit each other from the sitting position you were in. With one hand, Shawn moved your legs apart so he could scooch forward, sitting in between them, and pull you closer to him. One hand was softly resting on your hip as his other hand caressed your jaw.

“Y/n?”

You broke away from Shawn, eyes wide in fear, as a voice you least expected to hear at your secret place with Shawn rang through the alleyway. You stood up promptly, Shawn following your lead, as he cleared his throat. His eyes as wide as yours, but they held an even more petrified look than yours.

“Dad, I––I thought––The pizza––Aren’t the judges coming around now?”

Your dad slowly nodded, eyes darting between you and Shawn, “They came right after you left…” His tone was one of disbelief, before his eyes locked with Shawn’s. He narrowed them and let out an angry breath, “But most importantly, what is…This?”

You gulped and looked back over your shoulder at Shawn who looked just as nervous as you about being caught.

With a deep breath, you braced for the worst, “This is Shawn––”

“I know who he is.” Your dad seethed through his teeth. Your eyes glanced down for a second to see his hands curled into fists, “What’re you doing with my daughter? Trying to take down the competition––”

“No, Sir––”

“I’ve heard stories about you,” he took a step forward and his hand shook in rage as he pointed at Shawn. You stepped in front of Shawn, shielding him away from your dad, “How you––You go and pick up girls and treat them––”

You shook your head, not wanting to hear anymore lies, “Dad, stop––”

“Y/n, he’s using you!” He yelled over you.

“No, he’s not––”

“Are you blind?!” He took a few more steps forward, and instead of you blocking Shawn from your dad, he stepped in front of you, protectively keeping you behind his back as your father advanced, “He’s the enemy!”

There were a few beats of silence, your dad’s jaw was still clenched as his nostrils flared with the angry breaths he was taking.

“Um, sir,” Shawn’s voice was even, but you knew him better than anyone, and heard the slight fear in his tone, “I know our families don’t get along, but your daughter is so fantastic, and I love her a lot––”

“You what?!”

With your father’s shout, you shut your eyes tight and grabbed onto the back of Shawn’s shirt, clutching the fabric in fear.

“I love her,” Shawn spoke with confidence, voice not faltering one bit, as he reached an arm behind him, taking one of your hands that were balled up with his shirt, and held onto your hand so tight you could feel his nerves.

Your dad let out a sarcastic laugh, “You don’t love her,” he sneered, “You’re too young to even know what love is. C’mon Y/n,” he waited for you to join him.

Still clutching Shawn’s hand in yours, you stepped from behind his back and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, shaking your head at your dad, “I––I love him, dad.”

Clearly shocked that you chose to stand by Shawn instead of cross over to him, your dad let out a scoff, “You know…I always heard you sneaking out,” your eyes widened at his confession, “But I thought you were going out with your friends and doing teenage stuff,” his voice grew colder with each word, “But you were with him,” he shifted his eyes to glare at Shawn, “Weren’t you?”

Shawn gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and you nodded your head, looking straight into your father’s disappointed eyes.

“Y/n, I can’t…” Your dad brought his fingers up to rub his temple’s, trying to stop the oncoming headache you knew he was having, “Does this family mean nothing to you?”

Your mouth dropped as your eyebrows flew up, offended that your dad thought you didn’t care about your own family because of a boy. You endured eight months of sneaking around, eight months of having to hear about how awful Shawn’s family was, eight months of having to conceal falling in love and finding happiness in a person you never thought was possible.

With an agitated sigh, you raised your voice at your father, just as loud as he yelled at Shawn moments before, “It’s just pizza!”

Your dad’s facial expression mirrored yours, mouth hanging open wide enough to catch flies as his eyebrows shot up at your claim, “Just…Pizza?,” he sounded more offended at that than when he accused you of not caring about your family, “This isn’t just––This is our life. How we make a living. Connect with our community––”

“If it’s all about community to you,” you shot his words back at him, “Then why do you hate the Mendes’s pizzeria?! They’re just as part of the community as––”

“You’ve spoken out of turn enough for tonight––”

“Shawn?”

Shawn’s hand gripped yours as a second voice you never thought you’d hear in the alleyway spoke; Manny Mendes.

Manny looked a little less angry than your dad––Probably being that your dad caught you kissing Shawn––but his eyebrows were scrunched together as he looked at you, then at his son, to your dad, down at Shawn’s hand clasped to yours, and then he picked his gaze up and narrowed his eyes at you.

You shuffled closer into Shawn’s side as Manny’s stare began to make you feel uncomfortable.

“What are you doing with my son?”

“Dad––”

“Your son,” your dad cut Shawn off with a cruel laugh as he channeled his aggression at his ‘sworn enemy,’ “had his hands all over my daughter!”

Manny rolled his eyes and scoffed, “My son’s better than that,” he side glanced at you and you shrunk back, wanting to hide behind Shawn forever, “It was probably your daughter that was seducing him––I’ve heard she throws herself at anyone with two legs––”

“Hey!” Shawn’s voice boomed with anger, his hand clenching yours in anger. You brought your other hand on top of your already intertwined fingers, soothingly rubbing his hand in hopes it would calm him down, “Do not talk about her like that.”

“She’s the enemy,” Manny pointed a finger at you.

Your dad fired back, “You’re the enemy!”

And while this was every one of your worst nightmares coming true right before your eyes, you were glad that you had Shawn by your side. Your fathers continued to argue, face-to-face, looking like they were about to go for each other’s throats about whose fault it was with how their children got together. But once the conversation shifted to calzones and strombolis, you looked up at Shawn and gestured to the side with your head, begging with your eyes to get out of this mess.

Shawn vigorously nodded his head as the two of you easily slipped away from the argument between your father’s.

You walked down the alleyway hand-in-hand with Shawn, and when you turned right to walk on the main street, you automatically dropped his hand, but he picked it right back up. You looked up at him with wide eyes, but all he gave you in a response was a soft closed lip smile and a squeeze of your hand, as the two of you walked around in broad daylight holding hands for the first time.

While the block party was still going on in full swing, it had definitely quieted down, and not a single person gave you a second look as you held hands with Shawn while walking down the main street. It was so refreshing to finally be able to hold his hand in public, to show him off as yours, because it was tearing you apart to have to hide him away for all these months.

Shawn guided you to his pizzeria, and you stopped right in front of the wooden podium he had been stationed behind all day, which caused him to jolt backwards. With your arms stretched, hands still attached to each other, he gave you an amused look as to why you stopped.

Your eyes widen as if it was obvious, “Your mom is outside.”

Shawn nodded, looking right back at you with the same obvious look in his eyes, a slow smile spreading on his face, “That’s kinda the point.”

“With how our dad’s reacted?” You whispered, sadness filling your voice, upset that your dad still didn’t accept Shawn even if he made you the happiest version of yourself, “I don’t think it’s a good idea––”

“Shawn?”

You dropped his hand at his mother’s voice as your arm fell limp at your side, Shawn’s arm was still outstretched. With a playful roll of his eyes, Shawn took two steps toward you, tangled his fingers with yours, and practically dragged you over to his mom as he whispered, “It won’t be bad, promise.”

“Mom, hi,” Shawn nonchalantly greeted his mother and you saw her eyes glance down at your clasped hands.

“Who’s this?” Her voice was soft, comforting even, but you knew that she knew exactly who you were.

Shawn smiled as he looked down at you, “This is, Y/n,” he said as he looked up at his mom with a grin, “My girlfriend.”

You braced yourself for some sort of blow up, much like what had happened just moments before. But instead of another monumental explosion, she tilted her head and looked at you with a fond smile, before looking back at her son to see how enamored he was with you.

Her shoulders dropped as she let out a sigh of relief, “Finally you have someone to keep you in line,” she laughed, “And she’s quite beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the smile that overtook your face, grateful she was accepting of your relationship with her son. You looked up at Shawn with beaming eyes to see that he was already looking down at you with the same gleeful expression.

He gave you a wink that silently said––see, not so bad––Before his whole face turned bright red and his shoulders sagged as he looked up at his mom and whined, “Mom.”

She shrugged her shoulders, the smile never leaving her face as she looked at the two of you, “Don’t ‘mom’ me, I’m just glad you found someone who makes you happy.”

“Yeah,” Shawn looked down at you and you squeezed his hand, “She makes me really happy.”

Shawn’s mom cleared her throat, which caused you and Shawn to look her way, “While I really don’t want to tear you two apart,” she said it as if she knew the pain you two went through by keeping your relationship a secret, “Block party is almost over and Shawn needs to hit the dishes.”

“You’re putting me on dish duty?”

“Stop with the pouting,” she rolled her eyes at him, “Faster you’re done, faster you can be with Y/n.” Shawn smiled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, but before he left for the magical land of water and soap, his mom spoke up, “And I hope to see you more often, Y/n.”

You nodded your head with a smile, “I hope the same thing, Mrs. Mendes.”

“Karen,” she warmly smiled at you before she threw a balled up napkin at her son, “Dishes. Now.”

Shawn left, but not before dramatically blowing you a kiss. You talked with Karen for a little bit longer, filling her in on the details of your relationship with Shawn because she knew that he wasn’t going to say anything. Before you left to go back to your pizzeria across the street, she promised that she would talk some sense into her husband, because she too, didn’t understand the whole pizzeria rivalry.

You walked back to your family’s pizzeria with a dreamlike smile on your face because some things were ending up in your favor.

You stepped onto the sidewalk and saw that your mother was slowly clearing off the tables outside. The two of you stood there, looking at each other, before she asked, “Were you over there with that Mendes boy?”

Part of you wished that you had Shawn at your side to help you through telling your mom about your secret relationship. But then you thought about how ridiculous that was. She was your mom, and while you were a little scared that she would react the same your dad did, Karen was very happy with your relationship, so you hoped your mom would be the same.

“Yea––Yeah,” you stumbled over your answer and shook away the nerves, “He’s kinda my…Boyfriend.”

Your mom let out a laugh, “Kinda?”

“He is,” a smile spread across your face because this was the first time you were telling someone else that Shawn was your boyfriend, and it made you giddy on the inside, “Shawn’s my boyfriend.”

Your mom nodded, going back to clearing off the table before folding the red table cloth. Your mind went blank because you thought she didn’t approve, but then you saw the smile creeping on her face, “I always thought you two would make a cute couple.”

The giddiness you felt in your stomach exploded and a weight was lifted from your shoulders as you helped your mom clear off the other table, “He’s pretty great.”

“I need to be properly introduced to him,” she smiled brightly at you, placing the folded tablecloth down on the table. She walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, “I’m really happy for you.”

You could’ve cried with how happy you were that at least one of your parents approved of your relationship. While it might take some time for your dad to come around to the idea, you were just glad your mom was supportive.

“Yeah,” you glanced behind your shoulder to the Mendes’s pizzeria, a smile on your face as you imagined Shawn rushing through cleaning the dishes, “I’m really happy too.”

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just an act (two)

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Shawn feels as though his life is falling apart, so he attempts to try and reach out to Y/N before it’s too late.

The song is “you should be sad” by Halsey!

If you want the full hurt of this story, I suggest listening to it on loop while reading this chapter xx

Shawn wanted to pick her.

A thousand times over, he would’ve said Y/N’s name and found her and consoled her, but he couldn’t. And he hated himself for that.

His contract was strict. Convince fans and the world, even his own damn family that Shawn and Camila were dating, to promote Señorita and get a Grammy win. But he was so fucking tired, and he loved Y/N so much.

Shawn watched Y/N walk out of the ice rink, how strongly and gracefully she walked out of his life. He felt Camila’s hand squeeze his tighter, Shawn turning to see his PR girlfriend on the verge of tears. Camila and Y/N were close friends, this had to be killing her too.

He wanted to run after her, convince her to stay, to explain the contract and win her back. But Shawn feared the damage was done.

——————

Y/N let her fingers softly strum against her guitar, sitting in her lonely hotel room. The acoustic was bequeathed to her by Shawn, and when Karen had brought it to her last night she couldn’t bring herself to part with it.

She began to strum a familiar tune, her voice finally crawling up and out of her throat.

I wanna start this out and say

I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice

Just a little bit of regret

Know nobody else will tell you

So there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out

And then I'll be on my way

Y/N began to strum the strings harder, letting the chords dig into her fingertips and her whole body began to shake.

Oh, I feel so sorry

I feel so sad

I tried to help you

It just made you mad

And I had no warnin'

About who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breakin' down

And then ran so fuckin' far

That you would never ever touch me again

Y/N screamed out the last lyric, her voice cracking in the end as she dissolved into sobs, gripping the fret tighter. Tears hit the wood with a soft thump.

She let her head bow over, broken sobs wracking her body. She let the grief and heartbreak consume her one final time as she stared out her wide hotel room window at the nighttime Toronto skyline.

After ten minutes her tears dried, Y/N running her hand along the smooth mahongany of the guitar, before lifting it and gently setting it in its hard plastic case, snapping it closed.

To Y/N, it felt like a burial.

——————

Morning broke in Pickering, Shawn shuffling downstairs, exhausted. He couldn’t sleep all night, much less close his eyes without seeing Y/N. He wished he had know how badly this would hurt, he never would’ve signed that goddamn contract.

Manuel and Karen fluttered about the kitchen, Karen washing fruit as Manny cooked eggs. Aaliyah was setting the table and at the sight of Shawn, she glared and slammed the last fork on the table, leaving the room.

His parents looked up at the sound, but once watching the scene unfold they silently went back to their duties.

Shawn felt a lump grow in his throat, turning and rushing up the stairs. He burst into his childhood room, Camila yawning as she sat up in bed. He had been sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor, refusing to share the bed with her.

“Shawn? What’s going on?” Camila drowsily asked.

“We need to tell my parents.” Shawn insisted. “We need to break this contract.”

Camila sat up, the sleepiness leaving her senses. “I hate this as much as you do, but Shawn... you’re asking me to put my career on the line.”

“I’ll let you come out spotless,” Shawn pleaded, stepping forwards to the end of the bed. “Mendes’ aren’t snitches.”

“Well, you’re about to become one.” Camila sighed, throwing her legs over the bed. “Let’s do it.”

——————

Y/N threw her backpack over her shoulder, hoisting the straps up upon her frame as she lifted up the guitar case. She graciously thanked the receptionist, walking out of the hotel lobby.

As her taxi maneuvered Toronto traffic, Y/N became lost in her thoughts, watching the buildings for the last time.

She smiled at the sight of the coffee shop where Shawn and herself had their first date.

Chuckled seeing the street corner where they first met, when Shawn had found her busking to pay rent.

Stared dreamily looking at the bookstore where they sat for hours, reading (but really catching glimpses over the books).

Y/N was shaken out of her memories by the familiar tune of “Perfectly Wrong” playing on the radio. Ironic, Y/N grumbled in her head.

“Excuse me, could you please change the radio? I’m very sorry...” Y/N mumbled to the driver, who let out a huff but changed it nonetheless.

“Thank you...” Y/N sighed, “Bad breakup.”

The driver looked over their shoulder, their frown loosening. “That sucks kid. Sorry.”

Y/N smiled tightly, looking out the window.

“My girlfriend cheated on me,” the driver continued, Y/N perking up, “and I had to find out by them fucking in my own bed. I was destroyed, and it hurt for a while, but then I found my wife. Thing’s’ll get better. I can tell you that much.”

Y/N finally smiled, genuinely.

“I hope so.”

——————

Shawn and Camila sat across the table from the Mendes family, the boy nervously rubbing his hands. “Before we actually have this conversation, anything that happens, leave Camila’s name out of this. Please. We’re risking a lot, but I’ve already lost too much.”

The family hesitantly shook their heads yes, Shawn running a hand through his hair as he stumbled for words to find out how to start.

“My agent and producer gave me a contract,” Camila spoke up, Shawn whipping his head to her. “Shawn’s agent and producer were present too, he was given the same paperwork. They insisted we pursue a PR romantic relationship to promote our new single.”

“They threatened to leave a stain on our record, that we could be removed from the label if we denyed. We were jumped, and we were terrified.” Shawn continued. “So we signed the contract, because we love to sing, to perform. We signed, because we were scared of what would happen if we didn’t.”

Karen had tears welling within her eyes, Manuel’s face softening.

Aaliyah finally spoke up. “So that kiss...” she trailed off.

“Meant nothing at all.” Camila reassured. “But it cost us the most important thing in our lives.”

“Y/N.” Aaliyah murmured. Suddenly she stood, her chair pushing away with a creak. “You have to go win her back!”

“Liyah...” Manuel began, the girl cutting her off.

“No, you have to! You two were meant to be with each other, you need to stop her from leaving!” Aaliyah cried out.

Karen blinked away the moisture from her eyes, shaking her head. “Honey, that’s—“

“I have to go win her back.” Shawn nodded, looking up at his family and Camila. “I have to go win her back!” He shouted, bursting up as he grabbed his keys, placing a ballcap and sunglasses on his face. Shawn turned to look at Camila, who nervously smiled.

“Go get our girl.”

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Y/N sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs outside her gate, the airport chatter dulled by her earbuds. The same song looped through her ears, somehow strangely giving her strength.

But you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, girls and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothin' unless there's somethin' in it for you

Y/N took a bite of her toasted bagel, longing for her guitar that was being loaded onto the plane. She longed to go home, where her mother would say “told you so” and she could finally have some peace.

Shawn never came to (hometown/nearest city), not unless he had a concert. Never attempted to get to know Y/N’s home like she had Pickering and Toronto.

She shook her head, throwing the rest of her bagel away and standing as her boarding class was called, shouldering her backpack.

After a long wait in line, maybe ten or so minutes, Y/N finally reached the front. The flight attendant looked up, her eyes growing wide. “Oh my goodness! You’re Y/N L/N!”

Y/N smiled in surprise. “Oh, um, yes! Guilty!”

“Oh, my daughter loves your Spotify singles! She’s your biggest fan!” The woman excitedly gushed, Y/N giggling. She was a very small singer, not even a part of a label, and meeting fans was a rarity.

“I’m honored, ma’am.” Y/N smiled politely.

“Could I snap a quick photo with you? My little girl will freak!” Y/N nodded, leaning over the desk to the woman as she snapped a photo.

Y/N’s grin fell as she noticed a familiar figure running in the background of the phone screen. She turned, freezing as 30 feet away Shawn stopped in his tracks, panting heavily. She could see past his hoodie, hat, and sunglasses, the incognito look was never very stealthy.

“Is—is that Shawn Mendes?! Oh sweet Jesus, I’m having a stroke!” The flight attendant cried.

The two didn’t move a muscle for many seconds. Shawn took a few steps forward cautiously, gauging her reaction.

Y/N broke into a run, dropping her backpack and racing up to Shawn, throwing her arms around him. He staggered backwards, wrapping his own long arms around her, clutching the back of her head with one of his hands. The two embraced each other deeply, letting go of heartbreak, fighting for another chance.

At least, that’s what happened in Y/N’s head.

She instead hardened her face into a glare, turning her back to him. Y/N scanned her ticket, and without another glance walked past the gate, towards her plane and to home.

Shawn’s shoulders slumped, the man feeling the weigh of everything crash down on him. He stumbled backwards, his whole body shaking as he quickly turned, rushing for a bathroom.

Once finding a men’s room, he ran inside, locking himself in a stall and ripping off his hat, his breaths growing ragged and hard, as if he were drowning in air.

Shawn sank to his knees, grasping his curly hair with his fingers as he slid down the wall onto the dirty tiled floor, tears cascading down his face.

Shawn wanted to rip up that fucking contract, destroy his reputation. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops, loud enough she’d hear, loud enough the whole world would hear.

It was all just an act.

To be continued in part 3...

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