#it just hit me like a bag of bricks messi is no longer the captain of fc barcelona but rotting away in pissg im going to kms

[meowmeowmessi]

"first la liga title without messi" shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up

[willow-tree-writes]

❀Mission Tried❀

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Y/N’s first field mission doesn’t go exactly as planned, and Steve is there to say he told her so.

Request: N/A

Author’s Note: I’m not the best at writing fight scenes, so bear with me! Also, this isn’t the best fic I’ve written, so I’m sorry!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Mild cursing, Little angst, Fighting / Blood, and some Fluff

!I don’t own this gif!

“No.” Steve shakes his head, arms crossed.

Director Fury sighed, knowing this was going to happen. “Captain Rogers, this isn’t up for debate.”

He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on. “She can’t do it.”

“That is not up to you.” 

Steve was fed up at this point. Without another word he walked out of the briefing room.

In the hallway, he passed by agents that were just going along and doing their jobs. There was a particular agent he was looking for. And he found her at a desk, drinking a cup of coffee.

You smiled watching Steve approach. “Hey Steve. How are you today?” You didn’t notice his troubled look.

He crossed his arms, leaning against her desk. “Why?”

Your smile faltered a little. “Why what?” You asked, confused.

“Why did you accept the mission?”

“The miss - oh!” You nodded your head in realization. “Because Director Fury said he needed me.” You shrugged a little. “Why?” You asked, mimicking his question with a bit of an amused tone.

Steve was not as amused. “It’s dangerous.”

You shrug. “So? It’s not like walking in the street at night is any safer.” Especially for a woman, but you kept that part out.

“This is different, Y/N.” He was like a brick wall - there was no getting through to him.

You sigh and stand up, grabbing your coffee and a folder full of papers. “Look, I’m going whether you want me to or not. Now, I actually have some work I need to get done, Captain.” You moved past him, heading to the elevator.

You’d get some quiet time at the cafe down the street. Time without Steve berating you for every little thing you do wrong.

----

You dragged the unconscious HYDRA agent off into an empty room. You were limping, something you tried to hide but couldn’t.

“L/N.” You heard over your intercom. “Come in L/N.”

You dropped the body and pressed a finger to your comm. “I’m here.” You breathed out, taking a moment to catch your breath.

This mission might have been a bit more than you were expecting. You mostly stayed behind a computer rattling off information while the Avengers themselves were in the field.

It took a minute for you to realize it was Steve talking to you. “Where are you?”

You looked around, shaking your head. “I have no idea…” You muttered. You were so disoriented.

Two agents had caught you stealing information, so you got into a bit of a fight. A fight against two giant, strong HYDRA agents. You’re surprised you actually won. But you weren’t surprised you didn’t come out unscathed.

“Rogers, the hell are you going?” You heard Tony say as you slumped against the wall.

You took this break as a moment to survey your injuries. Your lip was probably busted as you tasted blood. Your head pounded. Your knuckles were red and bruised from practically punching a wall of muscle. Your thigh had been slashed, blood pouring out at an ungodly rate.

You bit your lip hard as you pressed your hand against the wound. You didn’t know how much blood you already lost, but you were sure you couldn’t lose more.

“Tony, there’s more heading your way.” She heard Nat relay over the intercom. 

You closed your eyes and took deep breaths, trying to focus on staying awake. Voices drifted in and out of your ears as you desperately tried to latch onto them.

“Cap, you have to get out of there.”

“There’s more being called in as we speak.”

“We might have a Code Green on our hands.”

“Nat, you got the big guy?”

“Already on it.”

Too many voices. Too many words. Too much at one time.

Your head started to spin, and you felt like you were going to be sick. Your heart rate raced as the opening of a door caught your attention.

Immediately you thought this was it. An agent was about to come in and end you. All on your first official mission.

Carefully your eyes peeled open and you saw a burst of red, white, and blue make its way over to you.

“Steve…” You breathed out, air hitching in your throat yet running in and out of your lungs at a rapid speed at the same time.

Steve came over and gave you a once over. He took in your injuries before carefully picking you up bridal style.

You tried to stop him. “‘M fine…”

He shook his head, carrying you out of the HYDRA complex. “Just focus on staying awake for me, okay?”

You nod a little, feeling too weak to fight with him. He was just trying to help you.

You let your eyes closed as he exited the building and freezing cold fresh air hit you. It would have jolted you up right if you weren’t already freezing.

You heard what sounded like the helicarrier before being set down on a seat. From what it sounded like, Steve sat down next to you. Instinctively, your head fell over onto his shoulder.

“You gotta keep your eyes open for me, Y/N.” He said.

You try to shake your head, but that doesn’t happen.

“Come on. You have to stay awake.”

You make a small noise, something resembling a squeak.

“Cap, how is she?” 

You barely hear as the others make it onto the aircraft. Everything sounded like everyone was miles away, talking through a walkie talkie. 

“Not good. We have to get back now.”

All the other voices morphed together as your mind grew fuzzy. Fuzziness changed to blankness. Blankness changed to darkness.

----

Beeps bursted through your ears, jolting your mind out of its depths. You twitched your hand, slowly gaining control over your limbs. Everything felt so heavy.

Your eyes finally opened, only to shut again due to blindingly bright light. You squinted, adjusting to the light as you looked around.

Obviously, you were in a hospital. You were strapped to machines, them being the source of the beeping. There was a chair right next to your bed, a sleeping figure slouched in it.

It was Steve. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of khakis, a brown leather jacket rested on the back of his seat. A signature look.

This is the most peaceful you’ve seen him since you first met. He was always working or too tense to relax. You could tell there was some tension in his shoulders, but his sleeping form didn’t convey it well.

You shifted to get a little more comfortable, wincing as a pain shot up your leg. You could feel a bandage wrapped around a set of stitches. Not the most pleasant feeling, but not as bad as it was.

You gritted your teeth to be quiet, but couldn’t help the groan that escaped. That was enough to wake up the Super Soldier.

He looked around at first, as if making sure the sound didn’t come from any outside force. When his eyes finally redirected to you, you gave him a sheepish smile.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty…” You didn’t really know what time it was.

He stood up, and you half expected him to leave the room. Instead, he came closer to the bed.

You felt bad. Bags were noticeable under his eyes, showing how little sleep he got. And you had no doubt it was all your fault. “I’m sorry…” You whispered, averting your eyes from him. “You were right, the mission was dangerous…”

He did something she didn’t expect him to do - he leaned down and hugged you. He was gentle, but the hug was firm at the same time. It was his way of really making sure you were okay. That you were there, before him. Not just some dream.

You weren’t as shocked as you thought you’d be. You wrapped your arms around him, lightly rubbing his back. “I’m okay…” You whisper, feeling like he needed to hear that.

You two stayed like this for a couple minutes before he carefully pulled away. He lightly ran his hand through your hair, which would have been nice if it wasn’t so matted and messy.

He sighs and, after a moment of silence, speaks. “I don’t want to stop you from working, but next there’s a mission like this, don’t wander off by yourself.”

You smile a little, nodding. You were glad he wasn’t too upset anymore. You wouldn’t even blame him if he was. “I promise.”

He kisses your head. “Get some sleep. You lost a lot of blood.”

“Sure feels like it.” You mutter as you close your eyes.

The sound of a chair scraping kept you up for a moment longer, but it didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

Steve never left your side the whole time you were in the hospital. Even when you got out, he was still always close by.

[dylshoney]

college boy

request: can you please do a college imagine where you meet shawn in a lecture?!?!!?! i literally love you! thanks :)

a/n: idek what this is - hope you like it anon:) i love you more! this is longer than it should be. college!shawn owns my ass, thank you. this is the first part of a two-part mini-series!

please check out the mood board for this fic here (made by the lovely @kidsiinlove )

warnings: language, drinking, frat -boy shawn (Jesus take the whole damn car)

 You huffed, checking the time on your phone – your 8am class was starting in two minutes and it would take you at least five to get to your lecture hall.

 It was your first class of the second semester and you were heavily regretting choosing the earliest possible one, but it was the only thing that fit with your schedule so you had to make do.

 Moments later you sprinted into the lecture hall, your hair wild and your cheeks hot as you looked around, searching for somewhere to sit. You had hoped your entrance would be unnoticeable – but everyone had turned to watch you enter. You ducked your head and speed – walked up the steps, noticing an empty aisle seat.

 His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, his eyes widening as they landed on you, quickly shaking his head as he noticed your expectant expression.

 You released a breath of relief, nodding at him and sinking into the seat, “Thank you.”

 He hummed, his eyes not leaving you as he extended his hand, “ ’m Shawn.”

 You bit your lip, taking his hand and shaking it slightly, “Y/n.”

 He smiled, turning away from you to face the front.

 You didn’t speak for the rest of the lecture, the two of you far too busy with taking notes and trying to pay attention to the professor that was talking way too fast for your liking.

 *

 “How was intro to philosophy?” Carrie snorted, walking into your dorm, seeing you sprawled out on your bed.

 You grumbled, rolling over so that you could see her grinning face, “So great. I can’t wait to fucking fail it!”

 She laughed, throwing her head back, “It can’t be that bad.”

 You shrugged, moving over so she could sit next to you, “Everyone seemed to know what was going on except me.”

 “Can you ask someone to help you?”

 You lay back, staring up at the ceiling, “It’s the first lesson – I don’t want to seem like a complete idiot.”

 “You won’t,” she lay next to you, “Have you met anyone you could ask?”

 “Uh – this one dude,” you hummed, “Shawn, I think?”

 She shot up faster than you could blink, “Shawn? Shawn Mendes?”

 You sat up as well, tilting your head in confusion, “No idea. Why?”

 “Y/n!” She hit your arm, “Hello? Shawn Mendes? Literally the hottest guy on campus, he’s the captain of our hockey team?”

 “Oh.” The realization hit you like a brick, you had heard of him. He was sort of a legend at your university, and now that you were thinking of it, he had been ridiculously attractive.

 You hadn’t let yourself realize it before, your stress clouding your mind. But now, holy shit. You had sat next to Shawn Mendes.

 “Well, now I’m definitely not asking him.”

 “You so are,” she nodded her head eagerly, “And you’re also going to get us an invite to his frat’s party.”

 You snorted, “There’s no way that’s happening. They never invite underclassmen. Plus – we’re not going to talk again.”

 “What? Why not?”

 “Because we’re probably not going to sit together,” you shrugged.

 Carrie rolled her eyes, “Make sure you sit together.”

 “I – ”

 “Sit in the same place again and wait for him to sit next to you.”

 “He won’t,” you shook your head, but your stomach subconsciously clenched at the thought.

 She hummed, standing up with a confident look on her face, “We’ll see.”

 *

 Two days later, you were actually on time to the class, maybe even a little too early.

 You pretended to be reading your previous notes, to not look too out of place, but your writing was practically unintelligible and none of it made any sense.

 You heard someone clear their throat; your head snapping up at the sound, your eyes meeting warm golden ones.

 Shawn smiled down at you, nodding his head at the seat next to you. You swallowed, looking down as you adjusted your legs to the side so that he could pass through.

 “Thanks,” he said, his eyes not leaving you as he sat down.

 You nodded, unable to form words as you looked down at your notebook again.

 It was silent for a few seconds, until you saw him in the corner of your eye, leaning closer to you.

 “That’s supposed to be Plato’s cave theory,” he hummed, looking over your messy words, “From ‘The Republic’.”

 You blinked, a wave of embarrassment washing through you as you subtly tried to turn the notebook away from him, “Okay, thanks.”

 He shrugged like it was no big deal, a small smile on his face, “No problem.”

 You grabbed one of your pens, quickly correcting the mistakes, before taking a deep breath and looking back over at him.

 “Do you maybe know who the main Stoics were? I missed it last lecture.”

 He nodded, pulling out his notes and flipping through them before looking up at you expectedly.

You blinked before looking back down at your paper as he began to dictate the names, your messy script quickly jotting them down.

 “Thank you,” you smiled as he finished, “Last class was honestly a blur for me.”

 He chuckled at your words, your heart rate unexpectedly speeding up at the sound, “He talks too fast.”

 You nodded, tilting your head slightly, “You didn’t seem to have a problem keeping up?”

 “You were paying attention, eh?”

 You flushed, looking down, shaking your head, “You have all the answers…”

 “I’m messing with you,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling as he looked at you again, “I really like this class. I may have done some research outside of the lecture.”

 It was your turn to laugh now, quickly covering your mouth as the people in front of you turned around in annoyance.

 “What?” He grinned, “It’s interesting.”

 “I’m glad you think so,” you caught your breath, your gaze catching his again, “If you could give me some tips on how I could trick myself into thinking the same, that’d be great.”

 “You don’t think Diogenes’ principles are interesting?” He teased, making you roll your eyes dramatically.

 “How could I forget?” You smiled, “I love bucket man.”

 “Bucket?” His eyes shut as he laughed again, your ears sharpening at the pleasant sound, “It was a barrel. You really weren’t paying attention last lecture.”

 “I was!” You huffed, crossing your arms, “It was confusing!”

 “Why’d you sign up?” He asked, genuine confusion lacing his voice.

 You shrugged, playing with the hem of your shirt, “I need the credit. It was either this or Ethics and Values perspectives, and I already took an intro to ethics class, so this was really the only choice.”

 He nodded, “And you’re regretting it?”

 “Not yet,” you said decidedly, “But I might if things keep going at this pace.”

 He was silent for a moment, before clearing his throat, your gaze meeting his as he smiled again, “I could help you? If you want?”

 “Really?” You coughed, trying to calm to squeakiness in your voice, “Really? I mean that’d be great, but I don’t want to be a burden.”

 He was quick to shake his head, “You wouldn’t be. Plus it would help me brush up on my facts.”

 “Thank you,” you couldn’t contain your wide grin.

 “No problem,” he shrugged, acting like he didn’t just save your entire grade. He paused for a second, before handing you his phone, “So that we can plan where and when to meet.”

 Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you took the device into your hands, quickly adding your number while trying to calm your shaking hands.

 You handed it back to him as you exchanged smiles before the entrance door slammed shut – bringing your attention to the professor that had walked inside.

 He didn’t greet the class, instead immediately launched into a long summary of Stoicism, making you grumble as you tried to keep up.

 You and Shawn didn’t speak for the entire lecture but kept exchanging exasperated glances at some of the topics discussed. The gorgeous boy even surprised you by raising his hand and answering two of the proposed questions.

 Your hand hurt from trying to write, so you gave up halfway through the lecture, mostly copying down Shawn’s immaculate bullet points.

 When the lecture was over, you were completely amazed to see that he waited for you to pack up your stuff, the two of you leaving the hall together.

 “Was that better or worse than last time?” He asked, the two of you walking into the quad.

 “Better.” You smiled, adjusting the strap of your bag, “It helped that you let me copy your notes, so thank you for that.”

 “Anytime.”

 “How is your writing so neat?” You asked before you could stop yourself.

 He shrugged, “I haven’t really – ”

 “Shawn!”

 You stepped back as an excited dirty- blond boy ran over to you, his eyes trained on Shawn, “You won’t believe what happened!”

 Shawn rolled his eyes teasingly, “You’re sort of interrupting something.”

 “Oh,” the boy’s eyes trailed over to you, before flicking back to Shawn and smiling lightly as he extended a hand to you, “I’m Brian, nice to meet you.”

 “Y/n,” you returned his grin as he vehemently shook your hand.

 “How do you,” Brian gestured between you and Shawn, his eyes holding a teasing look, “How do you two know each other?”

 Shawn cleared his throat, shooting him a dangerous glance, “We have philosophy together.”

 Brian’s eyes widened in realization, “You’re the pre – ”

 Shawn coughed, nudging him sharply – immediately silencing the overly excited boy who smiled knowingly, but you just watched the two in confusion.

 “Are you coming to the party tonight?” Brian asked before Shawn could say anything, his blue eyes trained expectantly on you, “Cause you should.”

 “Uh –,” you swallowed, your eyes glancing to Shawn, who didn’t seem too pleased with his friend.

 You took that as a hint, brushing your hair behind your ear as you shrugged, “I don’t think –”

 “Come on y/n,” Brian interrupted you, “You should come. I promise you won’t regret it.”

 You couldn’t resist looking back at Shawn, his piercing eyes already trained on you. He seemed to snap out of his daze, stepping forward as he agreed with Brian, “You should.”

 “I – ” you were prepared to decline again, but something about the look on his face made you nod, “Okay, sounds fun.”

 “Perfect,” Brian smiled widely, “Shawn’ll text you the details. We’ll see you tonight!”

 You didn’t have the chance to blink, before Brian had placed his hands on Shawn’s shoulders, spinning him around and beginning to guide him away.

 Shawn seemed as shocked as you, his eyes wide as he turned back to you, nodding as a sign of farewell.

 You couldn’t help but laugh, waving slightly as you watched the two boys begin bickering as they moved further away from you.

 *

 “Stop fidgeting,” Carrie giggled, moving your hair over your shoulder.

 You rolled your eyes, looking over at her expectantly, “Me?”

 She shrugged, smiling innocently as she laced your hands together, pulling you along the curb.

You had decided to walk to the party, not wanting to risk driving and then not having any parking – which seemed to be a reoccurring theme with frat parties.

 Carrie had been bouncing ever since you told her the news, the two of you waiting in anticipation for the text, which you received just a couple hours after separating from Shawn.

 Shawn: Hey, the address is 469 Alamoe drive, party starts at 10. Hope to see you there, y/n.

 Carrie had screamed her head off. The fact that he had specifically typed your name somehow made her convinced that he was in love with you, but you knew better than to argue with her about these things. So you just stayed quiet and tried to remind her that it was probably a copy – pasted message that he sent to everyone.

 “But then he wouldn’t have typed your name specifically,” she had said, which started the whole cycle again.

 She seemed excited out of her mind to be attending an upperclassmen frat party, but you, on the other hand, were a little skeptical. You were positive that Shawn wouldn’t say a word to either of you and that you’d both be alone the entire time, before opting to leave early.

 But you tried to stay positive, for Carrie’s sake at least.

 Your heart clenched at you reached the obviously crowded house. There were people on the porch, cars lining the street and music pumping from inside.

 “This is crazy.” Carrie seemed speechless for the first time all night, her hand clenching yours.

 “Nervous?” You asked, noticing she had stopped walking, halting your movements as well.

 Her eyes flickered back to the house before a small smile spread over her, “No. We’re here to have fun.”

 You couldn’t help but grin back, “We drinking tonight?”

 “A few jello shots maybe,” she shrugged, letting go of your hand and adjusting her top, “But we’re definitely not getting more than tipsy, we don’t know these people.”

 You were so fucking thankful to have someone like her in your life.

 “Agreed.” Your smile faded as you turned back to face the house, “Ready?”

 “Always.”

 The two of you walked through the front lawn, a few people that were familiar waving slightly as you passed by. You relaxed as your eyes locked on Lucas, a fellow sophomore and one of your friends.

 “Luke!” You called, catching his attention, a wide smile spreading over him as he excused himself from the group he was talking to.

 “Y/n!” His hands wrapped around you quickly, bringing you to his chest as a strong smell of beer filled your senses.

 “What are you doing here?” He smiled, looking down at you, before his eyes shot to Carrie, “Hey C!”

 “Hey,” she waved, but her eyes were trained on an arguing couple a few meters away from you.

 You ignored them, turning back to Luke, “What are you doing here?”

 “I’m on the hockey team,” he snorted.

 “Oh.”

 “And don’t avoid my question young lady, what are you doing in a place like this?”

 His tone was teasing as he leaned closer to you, making you cross your arms, “I was invited actually.”

 “By who?”

 “Shawn,” you said, your face heating at just the mention of his name.

 The smile was immediately wiped off his face, “Shawn Mendes?”

 You nodded, tilting your head as he ran a hand through his hair, a telling sign that he was nervous.

 “Are you sure it was Shawn?” He asked, his eyes intently trained on you.

 “Yeah. Why are you being so weird?”

 “Because Shawn never invites girls,” he shrugged, “Ever. I’ve known him for two years and he’s never shown interest in anyone, much less invited someone to the house.”

 You didn’t know how to react to his words, trying to keep your face as impassive as possible, but in reality, you were freaking out – trying to put understand what he was saying.

 “We have philosophy together,” you mumbled, “I think he invited me as a friend, in fact, Brian sort of made him invite me.”

 This seemed to ease Luke, his shoulders slumping again, “In that case, I think you need to get a drink.”

 “Alright,” you spun around, immediately locating Carrie, who was seated on one of the lawn chairs, in a heated conversation with the girl that had been fighting with her boyfriend. Your heart melted at the sight, Carrie was perfect for advice and helping people.

 “C!” You got her attention, motioning to the door.

 She smiled, giving you thumbs up, but nodded at the girl – indicating that she would stay outside a little longer.

 You followed Luke through the crowd of people at the entrance, your fingers digging into his elbow as you tried to keep up, your wide eyes taking in every aspect of the frat house. It was definitely different than you imagined.

 “What are you having?” Luke asked, guiding you to the large island in the middle of the kitchen.

 “Smirnoff ice,” you grabbed a bottle out of the cooler on the floor and filled a solo cup about halfway.

 “Not going hard tonight?” He laughed, pouring himself a mix of vodka and orange juice.

 “Nope,” you shook your head, lightly bobbing it as a recognizable song came on.

 “Smart.” He coughed, his eyes training on someone behind you.

 You turned around, Brian’s smiling face looking down at you as he approached, “Y/n! You made it!”

 “Hi!” You raised your hand, about to wave but he thrust his body into yours, enveloping you in a tight hug that made a surprised squeal bubble out of you.

 He pulled away, his hands on your arms as he looked down at you seriously, “Shawn’s in the backyard.”

 “Okay?” You nodded, unsure what you were supposed to do with the information.

 “Well, what are you still doing here?” He nudged you toward the hallway, “Go!”

 You laughed, your eyes catching Luke’s behind him, seeing him raise his cup as a sign of salute, “See you later!”

 You waved, tightly gripping your cup as you tried to squeeze through the mess of bodies on the way. You finally reached the sliding glass doors leading to the outside, pulling them open and relishing as the fresh air filled your senses.

 You found Shawn talking to one of his friends near the large fire pit. You hesitated in your steps as you watched him, his smile wide and eyes glowing as the fire reflected through them.

 You saw him laugh at something his friend had said, his eyes shut as he threw his head back. You couldn’t resist but smile at the sight, there was something about his presence that made you unable to stay calm, your hands shaking lightly as you made your way over to them.

 In a flash of confidence, you cleared your throat, “Hey.”

 His eyes shot open, a flash of panic in them as his gaze traveled over your body, “Y/n! Hi!”

 “Hi,” you repeated, anxiously chewing your bottom lip.

 “Sit, please,” he moved to the side, gesturing to the seat next to him. You were quick to listen, plopping yourself down and looking at the boy across from you.

 “I’m y/n.” You extended your hand, grasping his firmly.

 He never stopped smiling, “Josiah. Nice to meet you.”

 “You too,” you nodded, before your eyes flickered back to Shawn again, “I hope I wasn’t interrupting something.”

 “Not at all,” Josiah smiled, “I was actually talking about how I desperately needed another refill.”

 He stood, suddenly a lot taller than you expected, and wiped his pants quickly before looking down at you and Shawn, “I’ll be back soon.”

 You smiled, nodding as he walked away, your heart dropping in your stomach as you looked back over at Shawn, to see him already staring intently at you.

 “What’re you drinking?” You asked, trying to figure out what to say.

 He smiled, raising his cup, “Water.”

 “Water?” You leaned back, stunned.

 He nodded, “Yeah. But don’t tell anyone, I have a reputation to uphold.”

 You could resist the chuckles that burst out of you, “I would never do anything to hurt our school’s star player.”

 “You’ve heard of me?” He raised his eyebrows, a small smirk on his face as he leaned back into the chair.

 “Of course,” you swallowed, I practically stalked you before coming, “Everyone knows you.”

 He hummed, his eyes falling back to the cup in his hands, “Have you ever been to a game?”

 You nodded, “Yeah. Almost all of them.”

 His head shot up at your words, “What? Really?”

 “Mhmm. I have a friend on the team. Luke.”

 “Who?” He tilted his head as he leaned forward onto his knees, his face was suddenly a lot closer than you were used to.

 Your throat was dry as you look back at the fire pit for a moment, “Lucas.”

 “Ohh..” He nodded, “He’s good.”

 “Yeah, he is.”

 “Are you going to the game next Friday?” He asked, making your gaze switch to him again as you shrugged.

 “Not sure. I have a huge essay due the following Monday.”

 “C’mon y/n,” He nudged your knee with his, “You have to come. It’s the biggest game of the season.”

 You were both silent for a moment until he cleared his throat again, “Plus – now you know three people on the team.”

 “Three?” You tilted your head, a teasing smile on your face, “Luke, Brian and Josiah?”

 He straightened up sharply, a mocking look on his face, “You chose Josiah over me? You just met him.”

 You laughed, nodding as he shook his head in disappointment.

 “I offer to help you with understanding philosophy, and this is the thanks I get?” He tutted, “Maybe we should cancel the study session.”

 You couldn’t help but laugh harder, placing your cup on a table next to you as you held your stomach, “Okay – maybe Josiah can help me?”

 “How dare you?” He grumbled, crossing his arms and pouting as he fell back into his seat.

 “I’m kidding,” you caught your breath, “I’m kidding. I wouldn’t want anyone else helping me.”

 “Really?” He couldn’t control the small smile that began to form.

 “Yeah,” you shrugged, “I mean who knows more about barrel man than the kid who willingly researched him for hours.”

 “Hey! You’re making me sound like a nerd, I told you it was interesting!”

 “That’s exactly something a nerd would say.” You shrugged, winking at him with a teasing glimmer in your eyes.

 He huffed, “Well, the first order of business when we study, will be to get you to understand that philosophy can be fun.”

 “If you manage to do that, I’ll do anything.” You snorted, shaking your head.

 “Anything, eh?” He asked, sitting up again.

 “Well, not anything, but – ”

 “You’ll come to the game?” He asked, his eyes staring into yours with a certain intensity you hadn’t seen before.

 You pondered his words for a moment before hesitantly dipping your head, “Yes, I’ll come to the game.”

 “Perfect,” his smile was so wide you almost had to look away, “When do we start?”

 You shrugged, “You’re the teacher, it’s up to you.”

 “What about Thursday?”

 “Thursday works.”

 He winked at you, “Prepare to get your mind blown, y/n.”

 You loved the way he said your name. It seemed more intimate somehow, your cheeks flushing again as you realized you had been staring at him for too long.

 “Do you want to go for a walk?” He asked suddenly.

 “A walk?” You looked around at the screaming people, not understanding why he would want to leave his own house, but nodded anyway, “Yeah, okay.”

 He grinned at your words, practically shooting out of his seat and extending his hand to you, you hesitantly took it – letting his larger one engulf yours.

 He led you through the house, motioning to Brian who smiled when he saw your connected hands, before taking you out the front door.

 You weren’t surprised to see Carrie still seated on the front lawn, a drink in her hand and a group surrounding her as they laughed at something she was saying.

 You smiled at Shawn before walking over to Carrie, getting her attention as she smiled up at you, “Y/n!”

 “You good, C?” You smiled, steadying her lightly as she hopped up onto her feet. She grinned up at you, her smile so wide and electric that you couldn’t help but smile back.

 “Why are you with Shawn?” She attempted to whisper, her excited eyes flickering back to the boy who was standing a little farther from you.

 You pinched her hip, “Shush. We’re just going for a walk.”

 “A walk hmm?” She started to giggle, covering to mouth to contain the squeals. She had obviously drunk more than you agreed on.

 “I can stay here, or we can leave,” you tried to catch her eyes, “I feel like I shouldn’t leave you alone.”

 “No!” She shook her head quickly, “No! Go with Shawn! Alisha will take care of me, right?” She turned to glance at the girl who was already nodding.

 You stared at the redhead with narrowed eyes, but she just smiled in response, “Don’t worry – I got her, I haven’t had anything to drink. Go have fun.”

 You blushed at the underlying tone in her voice, nodding lightly as you realized that Carrie was in capable hands.

 “Call me if you need anything.” You placed your hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them.

 “Okay! I promise,” she rolled her eyes, before grinning widely, “Now go!”

 You sighed, your eyes traveling over her once –unsure if you were ready to leave her alone.

 She shoved you gently, making you step back – smiling lightly as Shawn looked down at you.

 “Be safe!” Carrie called once you started walking down the curb, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

 You snorted, covering your mouth as you shook your head at Shawn, “Sorry about that.”

 “Don’t worry about it,” he nodded, stepping closer to you as you walked alongside him, “She a close friend of yours?”

 “Yeah, my best friend actually. I’ve known her since high school.”

 “Oh wow,” he looked over at you with wide eyes, “And you chose the same college?”

 You nodded, “Yeah. It’s been a thing since we met– I can’t imagine life without her.”

 “That’s how I am with Brian,” he said.

 “How long have you been friends?”

 “12 years.” He blinked, “Yeah. Twelve years.”

 “Wow,” you smiled, “That’s crazy.”

 You watched him for a second, his hand lightly grazing yours as you subconsciously leaned closer to him. You flinched away at the contact, your eyes looking forward again, widening as they saw where Shawn had led you.

 “What are we doing at the football stadium?”

 He smiled, stepping back before sprinting and hopping over the low fence, your mouth falling open in shock as you watched him.

 “What the hell are you doing?” You spun around, trying to make sure no one was watching.

 “I want to show you something,” he smiled, gesturing to you, “Come on.”

 You hesitated for a second, your heart beating out of your chest before you ran over to the fence, and suspending yourself up – swinging your legs over the edge. Shawn was at your side before you could blink, grabbing your hips and gently placing you on your feet in front of him.

 “Thanks,” you mumbled, feeling like your skin was burning as his thumb lightly grazed your lower stomach since your shirt had moved up during your jump.

 You blinked, looking up at him – your cheeks immediately heating up as he stared down at you.

 He seemed to snap out of his gaze, his hands quickly falling to his side, “Let’s go.”

 You nodded, but he hadn’t seen it, already heading forward at an accelerating pace.

 “Okay,” you mumbled to yourself, your legs speeding up as you followed him, “Hey! Slow down.”

 He stopped moving, turning back to you with a sheepish smile, “Sorry.”

 “Must be nice to have naturally long legs,” you teased, reaching him with a huff.

 He shrugged, “Haven’t really thought about it.”

 You weren’t listening however, your eyes trained on the bleachers he had led you to.

 “Shawn.” You looked around nervously, the arena very creepy in the dark, “Are we allowed to be here?”

 “Nope,” he shook his head casually, “If we get caught I’m pretty sure we’ll have to pay a fine. Maybe worse.”

 You froze at his words, your mouth falling open, “What –���

 “But we won’t get caught, don’t worry.”

 You weren’t too convinced, “If we do, I’m going to say you drugged me and forced me here against my will.”

 He laughed, a little too loud for someone that was breaking into university property, “Deal.”

 He extended his hand to you, “Let’s go.”

 You took his hand, letting him pull you up the metal steps, the two of you trying to make the least amount of noise as you ran up.

You had to run faster than him to keep up, making him practically drag you up the steps. You stumbled once, your leg getting caught on a step, making you fly forward as a small shriek left you.

 “Shit!”

 Shawn’s arms wrapped around you before you hit the floor, his hands gripping your body tightly as you tried to catch your breath.

 Everything was still for a moment, neither of you moving, his hands still grasping you.

 You swallowed, slightly dizzy as the adrenaline started to wear off. You straightened up, clearing your throat making Shawn flinch away from you, quickly dropping his hands.

 “Are you okay?” He asked, not stepping away from you – his face close enough for you to make out the gold in his eyes in the dark.

 Your throat felt dry, “Y – yeah. Thank you.”

 He smiled again, “If I knew you were this clumsy, I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

 You rolled your eyes, slapping his bicep lightly, “Shut up! It was your fault that I almost fell!”

 “No,” he shook his head, “You missed the step.”

 “You were dragging me – I couldn’t control my body.”

 He laughed, throwing his head back as his eyes shut and body trembled against you, “Don’t turn this on me, y/n.”

 “I’m not,” you shrugged, winking, “Just stating facts.”

 “Har har,” he rolled his eyes, taking your hand in his again, starting to walk. You pulled his hand, stopping his movements – making him turn back to face you.

 “No,” you shook your head, stepping closer to him to that you were standing a step higher than him – now more eye level, “I’m leading this time.”

 “You don’t even know where we’re going,” he chuckled.

 “You can direct me,” you shrugged, winking again and turning away from him – beginning to lug him up the steps.

 You laughed as he whined behind you, constantly trying to walk alongside you, but you always made sure to be one step ahead. This ultimately led to the two of you racing up the steps, making way more noise than you were supposed to.

 You grinned victoriously as you reached the top, squeezing his hand, “I won!”

 “No,” he snorted, “I won.”

 “My foot was on the last step first!”

 “But my entire body was on it first,” his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

“What?” You threw your hands up, “That doesn’t count! Everyone knows that the first to reach the finish line wins!”

 “I know.”

 But you weren’t finished, “The second your body – ”

 You paused, staring up at him, “Huh?”

 “I know.” He repeated, “I just like seeing you all riled up.”

 Your mouth opened and closed in shock. He smirked, taking your hand again, “Come on, we’re almost there!”

 You were quiet as he led you to the commentator booth located at the top of the bleachers, your stomach in tangles at the way he held your hand – before turning around to face you with a smile.

 “Do you trust me?”

 You blinked, “I feel like someone I shouldn’t trust would ask that.”

 He chuckled, rolling his eyes before looking down at you expectantly.

 “I trust you,” you said after a moment, before raising your pointer finger to wiggle it in front of him, “Don’t make me regret it.”

 He nodded, “Promise.”

 Not even a minute later, he was making you climb the side of the booth, your hands shaking slightly as you held the thing metal bars that led to the top.

 You huffed once you reached the, your hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath, “You know – when you said we were going for a walk, this is not what I thought you meant?”

 “C’mon y/n,” he chuckled, walking past you and seating himself on the edge, his legs dangling as he faced the opposite side of the arena.

 You rolled your eyes but sat next to him – your breath catching in your throat as you looked up at the sight. You were so far up that you could see the entire campus.

 “Wow,” You mumbled.

 “Right?”

 You were unable to respond, your eyes flickering as you tried to see everything, not wanting to miss a second of the gorgeous view. Even the slight wind didn’t stop you from grinning widely as your eyes locked on your apartment building.

 “Look!” You leaned closer to him, pointing to the lit up structure, “That’s mine!”

 He chuckled at your excitement, “I’ll be sure to remember that.”

 “For when you come over later tonight to kill me?” You grinned, nudging his shoulder with yours.

 “Maybe just eat all your food?” He shrugged.

 “No! That’s even worse!”

 He threw his head back, his laughter making you smile brightly back at him.

 “I know where you live too,” you winked, “Just fyi.”

 “There’s barely ever any food at the house, so good luck with that.”

 You shook your head, “I actually saw a really nice painting in your living room – might just snag that.”

 “The one of the trees?” He snorted, “Take it. Honestly, I’ll pay you to take it.”

 “What? Why?” You laughed, pretending not to notice how he shifted closer to you.

 “Because Miles painted it during one of his classes last semester, and now we’re not even allowed to breathe near it or he freaks out.”

 You covered your mouth as you started laughing again, your thigh brushing his as you moved slightly, “Well if he’s willing to give it – I’m sure Carrie and I have some room in the dorm.”

 “He won’t be willing, but we can steal it?”

 “Deal.” You raised your hand, your eyes meeting his as he slipped his larger palm into yours, shaking slightly.

 You cleared your throat, letting go of his hand, “How did you know about this place?”

 “I found it during a very intense game of hide and seek,” he grinned, “No one’s ever found me since.”

 “Probably because they can’t,” you snorted, “Getting up here was a struggle and a half.”

 Shawn laughed, running a hand through his hair as his eyes stayed trained on your face, “It was an adventure.”

You were silent for a moment, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you looked back up at him, “You’re full of those, aren’t you Mendes?”

 He shrugged, his smile fading slightly as he leaned closer to you, “I think you can figure that out yourself.”

 Shivers formed all over you as you watched him, his eyes flickered down to your lips, a small smile forming over them as you realized what he was asking permission for.

 You nodded, your eyes flickering shut.

 You didn’t move, so he figured it was okay to touch your face. And it was. His hand was so gentle against your skin, your body practically melting against him.

 His mouth was on yours not even a second later. His lips were soft, so soft that you had to resist the moan threatening to bubble out of you.

 Your hands were in his hair, lightly tugging on the fluffy tendrils, an unexpected groan leaving his lips.

 You blushed at the sound, your mouth falling open as you pushed closer to him. Shawn’s hands fell down lower, wrapping around your waist until there was no part of you that wasn’t intertwined with him.

 Your butt vibrating brought you out of your thoughts, making you snap away from Shawn – his flushed face staring down at you in a dazed shock.

 “S - sorry,” your voice was coarse, “I should probably – ”

 He coughed, a lovely pink coating on his cheeks, “Yeah, o – of course.”

 You smiled shyly, taking your phone out of your pocket and brining it to your ear, “Carrie? Is everything okay?”

 Her voice was slurred on the other end, your eyes widening as you sat up straighter, “Are you okay?”

 Shawn’s face was confused as he looked over at you with a worried expression, but you were focused on Carrie.

 “Yeahhhhh ‘m fine,” she hiccupped, “P – parties’ over.”

 “Oh.” You hadn’t realized that you and Shawn were gone for that long.

 “Where are you?” You asked.

“Kitchen with Lukie,” you could hear said boy whine at the nickname in the background, “Come pleaseee?”

 “I’m on my way,” you managed to squeak out, before hanging up.

 Shawn was already on his feet, his hand outstretched to pull you to your feet.

 “Party’s over,” you mumbled, a heat spreading through your cheeks as you noticed his flushed lips.

 “Oh,” he chuckled, scratching his neck, “We’ve been gone for a while then eh?”

 You nodded, “Let’s go. I don’t want someone else to steal Miles’ painting before I get the chance.”

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Speaking Truthfully (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Part: 1/1

Word Count: 1,219

Warnings: Angst.

Author’s Note: Inspired by the DNCE song Truthfully. I have had this idea floating around in my head for a while. Super angsty, but I thought it fit really well with the “dating a celeb” trope.

Description: Follows lyrics of the song where Reader is more in love with Seb than Seb is with the reader. Heartbreak follows.

Love was never something you considered you deserved. Who could love someone like you? You would tell yourself late at night. It was why you preferred to keep people at a distance. At least emotionally. You’d date, but you would always end up dodging their phone calls the next day. Always finding a stupid reason why they were never good enough. To tall, to rude, to conceited, to nice… Your list was long and ridiculous. Until Sebastian walked into your life.

When you first met Seb it was like hitting a brick wall the way he was just suddenly a part of your life. Like he was always meant to be there. He was so funny and kind and genuine. He got you out of your mind and showed you that you were worth more than what you thought you were.

In the beginning, Mondays felt like Fridays. Throughout the day you couldn’t wait to get home to FaceTime with him while he was on the set of his current movie. Having time together was always a challenge. With your own hectic life and him off on location for most of the year, your relationship was mainly phone calls and the occasional off time or set visits. But, you made it work. You were happy together. Happier than you’d been in a long time.

“I miss you,” you whispered to the screen Seb.

He half smiled, “I miss you, too, babe. I’ll be home soon. It’ll be a little longer than I originally thought though. We have a few reshoots to do, but I should be done in about another month.”

“That’s alright,” you said masking your disappointment.

You heard voices in the background calling him.

“I have to go. I’ll call you tonight to say goodnight,” he promised.

“I’ll be waiting,” you half smiled.

Falling in love with him was like jumping onto a speeding train. Loving the way the adrenaline pulsed in your veins knowing that at any moment you could fly off the tracks, but not caring because you were flying every time he told you he loved you. You never thought you could let yourself love someone the way you loved Seb, but it was just so easy to let him in. It was like he had been waiting for the right time to pop into your life and show you how wonderful and spectacular being in love could be.

“You know how hot that motorcycle move was right” you laughed at his reaction, as you sat in the cinema watching Captain America: Civil War with him.

“Why y/n, do you like bad boys?” he smirked. “You are constantly surprising me. Maybe I’ll see if I can borrow a bike from Hemsworth and give you a ride,” he whispered suggestively.

“I love you,” you grinned leaning in to peck his already close lips.

“Love you, too, y/n.”

You don’t really remember when it started. On one of his leave days when you were both watching a movie, with you snuggled up into his side, you thought about life always being like this. As he absentmindedly ran his hand in a circular motion on your hip you realized you were always dreaming of him, always being with you. You loved him so much. Sometimes it felt like you loved him more than he loved you, but you’d push the thought to the back of your mind. Refusing to even consider it.

Then he’d leave again.

When you did fight, it was horrendous. It was messy and ugly and you always felt like a fool afterwards.

“No, of course, I want you to pursue your dreams!” you yelled as tears threatened to spill out of your eyes.

“Then what do you want!” he screamed back as he threw his clothes into the suitcases sprawled across your shared bed. It was just a few hours ago that he held you there. The world didn’t exist then. You wished it still didn’t.

“I don’t want a relationship with my computer, Seb! I want you,” your voice cracked. “I love you. You know that don’t you?”

“I’m not doing this today, y/n. I don’t have time,” he sighed and zipped up his bags. “I have a plane to catch.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat and feeling out of place in your own home. You always felt like a school kid begging for his attention and time when he had to leave. He always blamed the bad timing, which you knew wasn’t really his fault. He loved acting and you never wanted him to give it up, but sometimes it was just really hard to deal with not having him here with you more.

You followed him to the front door and watched him silently walk down the drive without turning back. As his taxi pulled away, you let the tears fall, “but I love you.”

You weren’t sure how you’d gotten to this point. His calls became shorter and less often. You felt like you were a bad habit he was trying to quit. You didn’t fight anymore but you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. It didn’t feel like a good thing.

When he finally came back, you knew what you had to do. It wasn’t fair to either of you to keep doing this to each other.

“Seb, I…I think it’s time we quit lying to each other,” you said as you poured him and yourself a glass of wine. You remembered when you’d picked out the glasses together on one of your visits to his set in London. You ran your finger around the rim of the glass thinking about what you were about to do. What you were about to give up.

He sorrowfully stared at his own glass, “I’m so sorry. I’m not sure why we keep fighting.” He looked down ashamed at the truth you two had been avoiding for far to long. 
“It isn’t fair to you. You are the kindest, most loving person I have ever known. I didn’t want us to end like this.” He hung his head in his hands. “I didn’t want us to end.”

“Seb, the fact that we can sit here and make this decision together…I wouldn’t have known for sure that I could survive this if it weren’t for you. You helped me see that I’m more than what others think of me. That being in love is scary as hell, but it’s also one of the best feelings in the world. The me you first met would’ve been a shattered mess on the floor for months, but you taught me how to be strong.”

“I’m sorry I can’t be more for you. I wanted to be so bad, but…”

“But we just don’t fit anymore.” You finished for him.

“Can you ever forgive me for leading you on?”

“Seb, you didn’t lead me on. We were happy and in love for a while, we just lost our way in the end.”

“I’ll be there for you if you ever need anything,” he reached for your hand across the counter. “I love you.”

His sad eyes met yours as your tears began to fall, “But speaking truthfully, I love you more than you love me.”

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