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pieceofmyheart8 · 6 years ago

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Truth Untold | Shawn Mendes Fanfiction | Chapter Seven

I’m sorry for the hiatus, but I’m back with chapter seven of my Shawn Mendes fanfiction!

Chapter seven

I wasn’t sure how to even begin to broach the subject of Shawn and Jess. We’d only known each other for a few weeks really and already have had so much happen. I’ve seen him devastated, we’ve been tense, we’ve been awkward, we’ve been friends.

So was I supposed to just say ‘Hey Shawn, I know you and I have a complicated relationship, but what do you think of dating my friend Jess?’

No, no, that would be too weird. I think.

It was the next day at camp, and one day before the barbecue. Shawn and I were actually okay with one another right now. There was this mutual understanding that we would do our jobs and try to be nice. Because what else could we do?

“You’ve been quiet today,” Shawn said, as we were walking to the kids to their next activity.

“Have I?” I asked.

He nodded. “Anything on your mind?”

“No, not really,” I said, shaking my head. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. I mean, Harry and Hannah told me my hair was too tall, and you didn’t even snort.”

“I do not snort!”

“Uh, yeah you do,” he said, with a cheeky smile.

I hit him playfully, and he laughed.

“What?” he asked, gleefully.

“You don’t tell a girl she snorts!”

“Why? It’s cute!”

“It’s not cute,” I said, trying to suppress a smile.

“It is. You’re a cute snorter. There I said it.”

I rolled my eyes, this time grinning widely. I shoved him again, and he smirked.

“You know -” he started to say.

“Alex!” we heard someone shout from behind.

I spun around, and I knew it was Liam. And he didn’t look too pleased. I glanced over at Shawn, and he went back to that distant look on his face.

I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink because we were getting along. But, I knew that was crazy to think about when I had a pretty peeved boyfriend right there.

“I’ll be right back,” I said to Shawn. He didn’t say anything, or at least, I didn’t hear if he did.

I walked over to Liam, and he had his brown hair pushed back and his hands shoved into his pocket. His eyebrows were furrowed together.

“Hey,” I said, smiling, trying to act as if everything is normal.

“Are you friends with him now or something?” Liam asked.

“What?” I asked, nervously. I tried to sound shocked or offended he would even ask, but I think it came about a bit weaker than intended.

“Alex,” he said.

“No, Liam,” I said. “No, why would you even think that?”

“What am I supposed to think? I hear you went bowling with him on Friday from Peter, and now I see you…joking around, laughing with him.”

“Bowling?” I said. My stomach twisted. “I went bowling with Lily because she was trying to hang out with Malcolm.”

“But he was there?”

I stuttered over my words. “Uh, well, he just happened to be there. I didn’t fraternize with him or anything.”

He shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell me you guys are hanging out?”

“We are not hanging out! He was just there, Liam,” I said. I glanced over at Shawn briefly, and he was staring back at us intently. He quickly turned away and resumed tending to the campers.

Liam looked at me, and I could see some sort of hurt in his eyes and I couldn’t help but feel extremely bad. How would I feel if I saw him joking with a girl I hated?

“Liam, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you, but I really didn’t even talk to him at all at bowling. We’re not friends. We don’t even really acknowledge each other half the time.”

“It doesn’t look like that to me,” he mumbled.

“I love you, Liam. I wouldn’t try to hurt you,” I said, pleadingly. “Okay?”

He didn’t answer that.

“Look, I gotta get back to my campers,” he said.

“Liam?”

“I’ll see you later.”

I watched him walk away, and I felt this awful feeling, like a knife was twisting in my gut. I was so conflicted, and I didn’t know what to do. I should run after him, but he wouldn’t listen to me right now. I would call him tonight and try to go over and explain everything.

I went on to swimming, where the kids’ next activities were, and I noticed Shawn with Harry. He was giving him goggles.

I walked over to him, crossing my arms.

“Hey,” Shawn said.

“Alex, are you gonna watch my dive in the pool?” Harry asked, the little kid jumping up and down.

“Of course!” I said, ruffling his curly hair. He beamed and then went on his way to the pool.

“He’s a cutie,” I murmured to no one in particular.

Shawn nodded. He looked over at me, slightly opening his mouth to say something, but then thought better of it.

“Go ahead,” I said.

I don’t know what willed me to speak, but I had a burning sensation that just forced the word vomit out of me.

“What?” he said, surprised.

“Say whatever you were thinking,” I nodded.

“I didn’t know I was allowed to.”

“Of course you are,” I said. “I just don’t have to agree with it.”

He laughed. “Oh, well in that case, let me tell you my deepest thoughts.”

I let myself smile, but I really had this pit in my stomach. If I didn’t want to hurt Liam, why should I still talk to Shawn?

I shouldn’t. That was the simple answer. But, I had to. I wanted to. I craved to, and I had no idea why.

I couldn’t even admit that to myself really, not in a full thought or sentence. I pushed down this feeling and thought about the bigger picture. Liam was my boyfriend. I loved him. I will always be with him. Right?

“Alex?” Shawn asked.

I looked over at him. Before he could say another word, I heard a laugh from my right. I turned around to see Jess walking with Malcolm.

“Hey Alex!” Jess said, seeing me. I smiled at her.

“Oh hey Jess,” I said, warmly.

“Hey Jess,” Shawn said, and he gave her a hug. I saw Jess’s face light up and she raised her eyebrows at me.

Great, she probably thinks I’ve already started to the lay down the ground work. Little does she know, I’m avoiding the topic of her liking him. I was the worst friend officially.

“How’s it going, Malcolm?” Shawn patted his friend on the back.

“Hey you two,” Malcolm greeted, slyly. Ugh, I knew what he was thinking.

“Are you going to the staff barbecue Wednesday?” Jess asked Shawn, pushing her hair behind her ears.

“Yeah, for sure,” he answered. “Will I see you there?”

She beamed. “Of course.”

“Okay good,” he responded.

I don’t know why, but my stomach dropped. I didn’t like seeing them like this. So friendly right in front of me. Which was an insane thought, since he wasn’t even mine. He wasn’t even remotely mine at all, in any sense of being a friend.

So why? Why did I have to feel this way?

“See you then,” she said, turning away and chatting with Malcolm.

I had to admit, that was very cool, calm, and collected.

“She’s cute,” Shawn said, nodding towards Jess.

My body froze. Don’t say anything. Because what I wanted to say wasn’t in favour of helping Jess. God, what was wrong with me?

“Jess? Oh yeah,” I managed.

“She seeing anyone?”

“Not sure.”

I don’t know what the heck compelled me to say that. Every inch of my mind was screaming at me to say the truth, but something else was leading my mouth in the opposite direction.

“Oh, she might be dating someone?”

“I don’t know,” I lied again.

“Aren’t you guys best friends?”

I laughed. Why am I laughing? This was not funny.

Shawn cleared his throat. “You think you could find out for me?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. I tried to look very chill.

“Oh, why?” I asked. Why did I say that? Why wouldn’t I just say that she was interested?

He chuckled. “Because she’s cute. Think she’d be interested?”

Yes! Yes, of course! My job here is done!

I cleared my throat, stalling for time. Why couldn’t I just say yes? What was it about him that made me want to say no?

“Oh, um,” I said, a little flustered. “I, um, I don’t know. I think she was pretty into Michael, but I can ask.”

He nodded and shrugged. “Okay, well, no worries. Mike’s my boy, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”

Before I could even respond to take back the last idiotic sentence that left my mouth, he had turned away to tend to another camper.

I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, but it could only go down from here.

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shawnskeds · 6 years ago

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christmas lights // s.m

requested// imagine where you and shawn are decorating for christmas and he doesn’t want you on the ladder so you don’t hurt yourself

author’s note// i wish it were christmas and i also wish taylor swift were my best friend but i also wish they would add season seven of american horror story to netflix UPDATE WHILST WRITING THIS THEY DID AND ITS SO GOOD!!!

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You loved Christmas. It was the best holiday, easily.

Of course, you and Shawn had tons of fun and go all out on every other holiday as well. Shawn planned the perfect Valentine’s Day date, you threw a mean fourth of July party, Halloween you dressed up as Chandler and Monica, on Thanksgiving you made it your mission to cook the entire meal for your whole family and Shawn was sweet enough to help you out, and it turned out pretty fantastic if you do say so yourself.

So, you and Shawn were holiday people. No holiday went uncelebrated by you and Shawn, especially Christmas. And it was your first Christmas in your apartment together, and you even got both of your families to agree to come over for Christmas Eve. Shawn made sure for the month of Christmas he would have nothing to do that would require much travelling, or time away from you for too long. You had wanted this year’s Christmas to be Hallmark movie perfect. You loved the idea of kissing in the snow, and holding hands while ice skating, and going on hot chocolate dates, and wrapping presents to pretty Christmas music. It was everything you had wanted.

And you had gotten that. You had gotten to see Shawn with his cheeks all pink and the snow falling around him, and you got to go shopping for presents for your friends and family, you spent a couple nights in watching cheesy Christmas movies and drinking homemade apple cider. He even surprised you with seeing the Nutcracker Ballet, which you had been dreaming of seeing since you were a little girl. It was turning out to be the perfect Christmas season. You couldn’t have been happier.

Well, maybe if you could get those lights that were adorned across the bookshelves to sit correctly. They looked uneven, and there were gaps, and it didn’t look right. Probably because Shawn put them up and he doesn’t really know how to even out Christmas lights correctly, especially when he refuses to use a freaking ladder because he is “tall enough.”

It was the day before Christmas Eve, and it didn’t look perfect. As you were cooking the food, and baking the cookies, and getting all the last presents wrapped with Shawn, you looked over at the bookshelves and saw the lights that hadn’t been there the day before.

“Um... when did those get there?” You asked, evening out the cheese on top of the cheesy potatoes as Shawn watched to make sure the Christmas cookies weren’t getting overbaked.

“Oh, after you fell asleep last night I thought I would surprise you.” He looked out with the biggest grin, and in that moment you fell completely in love with him all over again. He looked adorable, his curls all tousled up, his christmas sweater hugging his body just right. He looked fucking precious. “Do you like it?” He questioned, looking at you like he knew damn well what your answer was.

“I love it.” You smiled, but you in fact, did not love them, or even like them. They were gappy, and weird, and the top was bunchy cause he just kinda threw them up there it seemed. But he was so proud of himself, he was so happy he thought to surprise you, you formulated a plan to fix them.

“Can you please go get more stuff for apple cider?” You pulled out of your head. “Yanno, we have the secret santa party with your friends tonight, and I don’t wanna come empty handed.” You felt so stupid, the cookies Shawn was watching were for the secret santa party with Shawn’s friends. It was so obvious you had pulled that right out of your ass.

“Baby, these cookies are for the party.” He chuckled, turning his attention back to the oven.

“Well, I wanna bring apple cider. We make the absolute best apple cider.” You shrugged, jokingly, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“And that we do. I will be back in twenty my love.” He took his keys from the kitchen table and took a couple of strides over and pressed a kiss to your cheek and then a kiss to your lips.

Well, that sure was easy.

The second you heard the door close, you scurried over to the bookshelves looking at the mess of Christmas lights had thrown up without using a ladder.

You, in fact, were not tall enough to fix it without using a ladder. You could barely reach the third shelf, no matter how much you hopped to try and pull them down. You huffed a little bit, wishing you hadn’t sent Shawn out to the store, and just asked him to even it out.

But it was a bit too late now. You trudged your way to the closet where you and Shawn throw things that you aren’t sure where else to put it. You see the ladder that should help you get things done, but it seems heavy. You grumble a couple of curses and wrap your arms around the clinky metal and start to pull it out, doing everything you can not to scratch the floors. You finally get it out into the living room and set it up in front of the bookshelves, smiling to yourself since you were getting shit done all by yourself. You placed your socked feet on the first wrung, and pulled yourself all the way to the top, starting to straighten the lights all by yourself, and they were even starting to look pretty good, and there was no way Shawn would even notice.

“What are you doing love?” You heard a chuckle from underneath you and you gasped and lost your footing, tumbling down all the way, but falling right into Shawn’s arms.

What a fucking Hallmark movie moment ammiright?

“See, now this is why I don’t like it when you use ladders when I’m home.” He leaned forward and gave you a little eskimo kiss on the nose. “Now, why don’t you let me straighten them up and you tell me exactly what to do?” He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows, seemingly mocking you from earlier.

“Sounds like a plan.”

author’s note// IVE BEEN READING SO MUCH THIS IS MY BEST READING YEAR!!!! also this imagine sucks a buncha ass.

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charliebattinson · 6 years ago

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We’re Best Friends? | Lov·ers | Epilogue | Shawn Mendes Imagine

A/N: Hey! Hey! So here’s the last part to my first and last series!!! I just wanna say a huge thanks to @siennarossi @innocent-before-mendes and @flickershawn for being the people to actually push me into writing and i’m glad i listened to them!! I really enjoyed writing this!! and thank you everyone whose read!! This is all in Shawn’s POV and it’s a short chapter. Didn’t want to make it too long. Ofc, feedback is much appreciated as always!! Love you all! Signing off. (I’m so extra)

1 month later.

Flight 165 from New York to Amsterdam is arriving in 10 minutes.

10 minutes. My heart jumps when I hear those words.

I never thought I would be this excited to be waiting at the airport. I got here early because I want to see you arrive, how you look when you’re trying to find me through the crowd. I even wore the baseball cap you gave me before you left, because you love seeing me in caps. I check my watch to see how much longer I have to wait.

5 minutes. I probably look like an idiot from the way I’m smiling because the old lady beside me is staring at me as of now.

I reminisce about that night I got your voicemail, I was sad that day because I didn’t know if I would get a chance to be with you. You were hesitant about it and it worried me a lot. It made me scared. But fate was on my side, cause you did want me as much I wanted you.

“Are you picking someone up, my dear?” She asks me.

“Yes, I am” I smile; replying to her.

“Is it a girl?” She cooes at me. But you’re not just any girl. You’re my girl and I’m your boy.

“Yeah, my girlfriend.” I tell her and the way it rolls of my lips makes me smile a whole lot bigger.

“She’s a lucky girl. You’re a very handsome boy” She giggles. She’s wrong though, I’m the very lucky one to have you. I get to have someone as wonderful as you are.

Flight 165 from New York to Amsterdam has arrived.

Oh man.

I eagerly get up from my seat to head to the waiting area and bid farewell to the lovely lady. As the passengers find their way out, I get the placard from my jacket as smile as I read what I wrote.

“Lover”. I hold it up for you to see.

There’s a lot of passengers coming out. I see a family of four, old people, kids, a soccer team (that’s weird)

And then I see you.

God, you take my breath away.

You’re looking for me through the crowd and it makes my heart jump because you’re searching for me but not just as your best friend but as your boyfriend. You’re looking left to right and it makes me roll my eyes at how blind you are at times. I’m literally the tallest here.

But then you see me and smile.

Your smile is the best because it makes me smile too. I love seeing your bucktooth. It’s one of the sexiest and cutest things about you. You’re laughing when you see the placard that I’m holding.

You’re walking towards but start to run as you get near me. You launch and embrace me, wrapping your legs around my waist it almost leaves me out balance.

“I missed you! I missed you! I missed you!” You tell me kissing my entire face and leave one hell of a kiss on my lips.

I still can’t believe we got to this place. I always thought I would be the one you introduce your boyfriend to as your best friend but I guess the world has other plans. Thank God.

“Hi” I smile putting you back on your feet, holding your waist.

“Hi” you look up to me, giving me a shy smile.

We head to the luggage area, and head out of the airport, hands intertwined.

“So, what do you want to do today?”

“Anything you want, lover” You smirk at me and raise up to your toes to kiss my cheek.

“You ready for this?” I know you know what I mean by my question.

“Bring it on, baby” You whisper to my ear and we’re just left smiling at each other like a bunch of lunatics. But that’s you and me. Shawn and Blake, the dynamic duo. Best friends.

Lovers.

It’s a new territory we’re headed at. It’s scary but exciting.

I’ve crossed that border.

And I’m glad you’re at the other side waiting for me.

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shawninlove · 7 years ago

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Spotify fest

Hello! My name is Ria and I’m new here! I’m just a teen who loved that Canadian baby very much! I own a side blog of harry styles @kissme-hs. I hope you enjoy my writings :)

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The warm wind of LA hit your face messing your hair up in a mess as you tried to untangle them. Running your fingers through your hair you found yourself struggling to control the continuos mess of your tangled hair. A groan left past your lip as you gave up fighting with your hair and pulled the hair tie from your fist tying your hair up in a messy bun.

Just like Shawn liked.

The thought of him performing on the stage holding such passion in his eyes made your cringe with happiness and love you had for him. The calming deep voice of his never failed to give you chills, and the privilege of calling him yours made you pinch yourself to check whether you were dreaming on not.

He was one of a kind, one in a million. The pride and confident self of him was the thing that made the ground sweep beneath your feet. Or maybe it was the way his cheeks tinted to the deep shade of crimson red whenever he blushes. Or maybe it was his hair that amuses you how fluffiness they held.

“Hi baby. What’re you thinking?” Hua deep voice shook you out of your dream bubble as you felt him wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder pressing a long warming kiss to your cheek, turning your head around you pressed your lips to his pink plump ones making him hold your chin.

The little make out session in middle of the Spotify fest didn’t last longer when loud shrieks of girls made you both break off the delicious kiss. Shawn whined with the loss of contact of your lips and turned his head to the group of girls who were starstruck of course.

“Go honey” you whispered pressing a chaste kiss to his chin making him smile. His toothy grin fluttered your heart and so does the kiss her have to your forehead. Wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling a bit selfish for wanting him all to yourself you hide your face in his chest, inhaling the fragrance of him. Home, he smelled like home.

“I love you baby”

He chuckled kissing your nose before pulling away your heat radiating hug.

“I love you too my love. Now go” you giggled as he mouthed ‘i love you’ once again before running to the group of girls waiting for him.

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ongly · 7 years ago

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Please.

Shawn and his guitar are (pleasant) loud neighbors with a terrible timing.

Everyone is just out of breath and stumbling in their own words in this one, sorryyyy! It’s another draft I put some work on. I think something like this was already written before but I felt like posting it. I am considering doing a part 2 but I also liked the mystery so… I’ll leave you to it. I apologize in advance for my possible bad grammar and I promise I’ll stop with the Harry Potter references. Feedback is more than welcome! Enjoy xxx

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

You lied back down and the bed looked bigger. You suddenly missed a hug you had never lived in, a perfume you had never smelled, a breath you had never heard and hands that had never touched you. You felt that desire of bringing in to your world a love that you can only imagine what it’s like to have.

You had given up on your presentation due to tomorrow morning a few minutes ago, when your thoughts and imagination traveled to the apartment next door. The calm rhythm these guitar strings formed, kept breaking through your mental reasoning. I have to finish it today. You kept reminding yourself whenever you heard this delicate voice singing along to the guitar’s melody. It was peaceful. It made you chill, actually. The way it softly left that person’s lips was absolutely distracting. Instead of imagining the way you were going to organize your presentation’s slides, you started to imagine how this guy’s lips folded to form the words to come out in such a beautiful way.

Again. You repeated to yourself, whenever he seemed to miss a chord. Your eyes were closed. You couldn’t get enough of it and it was killing your time to finish your work, but even when his voice faded or he got out of breath, you were just as amused as in the beginning of this apartment session.

Your phone buzzed right next to your head and you sat back down on the bed. You read a text of one of your friends. She was asking if you were still up and you frowned, looking back at your laptop, sitting on the duvet in front of your crossed legs, only to see it was almost 2am. You instantly panicked, ignoring your friend’s text, throwing the phone away on the bed and quickly moving the laptop closer to you to get back to work.

(Un)fortunately your neighbor wasn’t done with his own work. You read the same sentence for the 10th time but it was useless.

You had known about someone moving to the apartment next to you, but this had never happened before because, even when you saw a few people moving things in and out, it seemed to be empty all the time. You hadn’t moved in too long ago either. You were finishing your last year of collage with an internship your uni department provided. It was the first time you were living in the city and, although your friends loved to camp in your living room from time to time, you decided to be completely by yourself until you finished this important presentation. But it sure wasn’t working because it looked like your neighbor was here for good. Not that you didn’t appreciate these unplugged private next-door concerts but the timing for it was a bitch.

You got out of the bed and took your laptop with you to the living room. You were getting tired and your motivation was fading. You put down your laptop on the coffee table and took a deep breath. No way. Yes way. You had to go knock on his door. You hated to do these kind of things. First, you looked like shit. You surely didn’t look like you were preparing a presentation for your journalism class and if you had to come to the point and plead for your neighbor’s silence, he surely wouldn’t believe you with your big ass glasses. I’ll take the glasses off. It was worthless. You had been wearing them for too long and you could already feel the spot they were marking on your nose. Untie the hair. You were sounding desperate. He would notice if a lion was living next door, there was no need for him to fins out anoitecer it this way.

You looked down at yourself, glad you hadn’t changed into your pajamas yet. You were wearing a pair of jeans and one of your trillion HardRock t-shirts and a pair of adidas. You started to move to the door, unsure of what you were about to say. What if you’re about to tell John Mayer to shut the fuck up? The guitar swings sure had his vibe. OH! What if it is Ray LaMontagne? Wait, isn’t that guy dead? Either way, you felt bad. You kept thinking he wasn’t being too responsible for not keeping it down at that time of the night, but still, no one else in the building had come to complain so you guessed he took it as no was hearing the noise. An absolutely beauti.. okay enough.

You took your keys and left your apartment. You took a few steps towards the door next to yours, looking down as you adjusted your t-shirt, when the door opened and a boy stepped out of it. You looked up quickly, your eyes wide in surprise. You heart was jumping inside from the scare but you didn’t show it right away. His hand met his chest and he breathed out. He looked at you and smiled.

“You scared me!” He breathed. You let out an awkward chuckle and nodded.

You felt the same way but your words didn’t come out.

You noticed the door of the apartment still open and the guitar still playing.

“I’m sorry.” You finally said after taking a breath. “It’s just…” You started, not sure of how to explain, pointing at the apartment and your door.

“Hm, do you need anything?” He smiled, confused. He was holding a wallet and some keys.

You took in his tall figure. His arms were huge. He could knock you out just by blowing. He had reasonably long blonde hair and he kind of looked like that boy from the “Home Alone” movie, but not on crack. He was still smiling at you.

“It’s just…” You stuttered, looking inside the apartment again and then back at him. “I live next door and you guys…” You tried to explain through gestures, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” He instantly apologized.

“No, no, I’m sorry..” You tried to explain.

“No, we didn’t know..” He insisted, getting closer to the door.

“You’re clearly working..” You were both stumbling in your own words, trying to explain yourselves.

“No, please.” He nodded, holding his hands up, gesturing you to wait. “Let me just… Shawn!” He called out for his friend.

You slapped back your naïve self and snapped into reality recognizing his name. Holy moth.. The guy cut your thoughts and got away from the door.

“I’m so sorry, I have to go get some food, so..” He pointed out at the door where Shawn stood now. You smiled. You wanted to apologize a thousand times and run back into your apartment and hide.

What are you supposed to say now? It wasn’t John Mayer or the dead guy, it was Shawn Mendes. Of course you sang along at some point. You were too tired to realize it, otherwise you wouldn’t have come looking like fucking Moaning Mirtle with your stupid glasses that had these lens that looked like the bottom of a bottle.

“Hi.” Shawn smiled, looking at his friend trying to get some answers. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry.. I was trying to explain to your friend..” You started, trying to rush this out and his friend interrupted again, trying to rush his own self.

“It’s Geoff. And I really have to go now before they close.” He smiled and started to walk out. “I’ll be right back.” He said but stopped on his tracks and looked back at you. “Should I bring you something? Do you wan..” He started.

“No, no ,no, no! Thank you!” You smiled and he nodded, turning around and rushing to the elevator.

You turn your head to find Shawn giving you that clueless puppy look. You felt nothing more than embarrassed. You felt really bad for doing this.

Somehow you new about his work and how much time he was putting into it. You were a big fan of his music but you were so busy with your work and your own little world that you didn’t even notice what, a few times somewhere in the middle of his acoustic session, you were singing along to. You tried to keep it casual.

“I’m really sorry to bother..” You started. His features changed. He looked slightly annoyed. “..as I was trying to explain, I live next door and I’m trying to finish this presentation..” He didn’t let you finish.

“Oh, I’m so sorry honey!” He nodded, one of his hands on his chest as the other moved back and forth in this hair, fingers tangling in a slow pace as he nervously tried to explain himself. “We had no idea! I’m so sorry!”

“No, it’s fine..”

“It’s not! You could have told us earlier.. we just..”

“No, it’s okay. Listen..” You started, moving your hand around trying to explain. This was both the worse and the best situation you had ever experienced so far. You smiled sweetly and you noticed his shoulders relaxing a bit. “I really hate to do this, because I was enjoying at some point..” He chuckled and then smiled as you continued to speak. “.. but I just really need five minutes of pure concentration to finish it.”

“I understand. God, I feel bad!” He chuckled nervously, covering his face with his hands and then looking back at you.

His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were red and slightly closed. He was just as beautiful as you imagined. He looked tired but the way he moved showed a contradictory amount of energy. You regretted not washing your hair for the 3rd time that day, but it simply decided for itself to be in a bad day anyway.

“I didn’t even know there was someone living next door, I’m really sorry.” His voice was calm.

“I’m a quiet neighbor.” You shyly smiled, looking down.

“Are you throwing some kind of shade at me?” He asked, laughing nervously.

“If the shoe fits, wear it.” You giggled, looking back at him and he let out a laugh.

“Oh, okay..!” He raised his hands in front of him in defense. You laughed.

He ran his fingers through his hair again, placing his other hand inside his black jeans pocket.

“No, really..” You started, your cheeks hurting from smiling. “I just need five more minutes and I promise I will never bother you again.” You excused yourself.

“It’s okay, take your time! It’s late so we should be done..” He said looking down at you as he pointed to the apartment behind him with his free hand. “I just had no idea there was someone else on our floor or else we wouldn’t do it, so I’m really sorry.” He admitted.

He did feel bad. You notice how his eyes got bigger in concern after you explained yourself. As you talked, he took in your looks. Your cheeks were flushed and he found it cute, although you looked a little tired. He felt bad and started thinking he was the one to keep you up this late, not letting you finish your work.

“I’m really sorry, hun’. I had no clue, but the studio’s power was out and we decided to come back here and improvise a little. I should have knocked on your door first.” He started.

“No it’s okay.. It really is..”

“No.” He nodded.

“It wasn’t bothering me at all and it wasn’t too loud or anything… I just started stressing out and really needed a little time.” You shrugged, innocently and he smiled. “It’s embarrassing to come he..” He cut you off.

“No! You shouldn’t feel embarrassed!” He smiled. “I’m sorry if I came out too rude, but I thought you were a fan that found out where I was and it scared me a little!” He laughed and you joined him.

“Don’t worry about that.” You smiled. “I just want to get this presentation done.. it’s getting itchy.” You giggled.

“But you have to promise you won’t tell anyone about anything you just heard!” He joined his hands, pleading.

“Oh!” You gasped. “My recorder’s still on!” You started to step back ready to walk back to your apartment.

“No, please!” He smiled, unsure of what you meant. You looked back at him and nodded, letting out a quiet laugh.

“Don’t worry.” You reassured him. “Just five minutes, please, I promise. You’re clearly working too so, I understand.” You said, looking inside the apartment once more. You found it extremely weird that so many people could fit in that living room but you only heard his voice from your apartment. You ignored it and looked back at him. “I just need to focus completely and then you can go back to your own work.” You nodded.

“Don’t worry!” He laughed. “Take your time, okay?” You nodded and walked to your door, feeling his gaze burn your back.

“Five minutes.” You gestured smiling, his cheeks were flustered as he chuckled at your insistence. “Thank you.” You politely smiled. You put the keys on the door lock and opened it.

“Wait, what’s your name?” He asked, stepping out of the door, turning himself to you.

You smiled and shrugged as you just simply forgot your own name, getting in your apartment and closing the door, leaving him biting his lip before putting on a sly smile.

part 2?

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ohholyfanfics · 7 years ago

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C.Dallas Imagine

Requested:Yes/No Song(s):None Warning(s):None Summary:She’s the new girl in town, and Cameron feels like it’s his job to make her feel comfortable with him and the rest of the group.

Hey love, this didn't come out the way I wanted but it’s way better than what I had before. Hope you like it. @thoughtfullyyoungduck

She was nervous, she had been all morning and now knowing that the people she would be stuck with for God knows how long were behind this door made her sick. She bite down on her lip as she was lead through the doors and laughter was heard. Her eyes followed each one of them, as they ran across the room. They were energetic and loud, and she was tamed and quiet. Lots of thoughts ran through her head before one of them walked over to her.

“Hi!”

She blinked before offering him a soft smile.

“Hello.”

“You must be Y/N, Bart was telling us you would be join us for this leg of the tour." He stated as she nodded her heading searching for Bart who had seemed to disappear. “I’m Aaron by the way.” He flashed her a soft smile.

It had been three weeks since she had officially joined Magcon and had still felt on the outside. It’s not that She didn’t like the boys, that certainly wasn’t it. She was just finding it hard to get comfortable with them, she felt as though they didn’t like her. It was one of those strange days where everything was still and not much was going on, she had planned to stay in her hotel room and catch up on some shows she was majorly behind. Three episodes into Game of Thrones someone knocked on her door. Sighing, she stood up and opened it to come face to face with Cameron.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go have a cup of coffee or something..” He stated as she blinked slightly confused. “I just noticed how on edge you were and thought that maybe I could help..”

A soft chuckle left her lips as she nodded her head and moved to the side allowing him in. “Yeah of course, let me just get changed into something more suitable..” She smiled as he felt relief wash through his body.

The two didn’t go too far seeing as their was a coffee shop about a block away from their hotel. In recored timing they were both seated in the back with a cup of coffee and a muffin each. Cameron had asked a few questions, just simple getting to you type of questions while giving her a bit of background facts on each of the guys. He learned things about her as she learned things about him.

“You know you're really cool..” He stated once they got back to the hotel. A slight blush casted its way onto her face.

“Thank’s Cam, you’re not so bad yourself.” She joked as he rolled his eyes with a smile on his lips.

“Promise to not be a stranger?”

“Promise..” She whispered as he smiled. “Thank you by the way..” She added as they waited for elevator.

“For what?"

“For helping me feel a bit more relaxed..”

“No problem babe, we’re friends I'll be here when you need me.”

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legitbaddest · 8 years ago

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social media au 3/∞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ↳ Spoiled

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shawnmendesdream · 8 years ago

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I can't handle this cuteness, not today😭

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kpopsexstories · 8 months ago

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Mixed One-shots: Romeo Beckham, Hayes Grier & "The Grey Speedo Boy"

I write mostly k-pop smut on this blog, but in my series Mixed One-shots I also do non-kpop celebrities.

Among my current drafts, three stories are closer to completion than any others. Below you can vote on which I should publish first.

Who are they?

None of these three guys are super famous, and especially if you're mostly into k-pop boy bands you might not even know who they are. So let me introduce you to them 😊

Romeo Beckham

The middle son of David Beckham (the famous footballer) and Victoria Beckham (one of the Spice Girls). He's basically been famous all his life for being the child of a celebrity couple, but in recent years he's made a name for himself as a professional footballer who follows in his father's footsteps, and as the long-term boyfriend of model Mia Regan (though they apparently broke up in February).

Hayes Grier

The younger brother of Nash Grier who was part of the YouTube group Magcon some years ago. Magcon consisted of members like Matthew Espinosa, Carter Reynolds, Jack & Jack (the singers), Taylor Caniff (who has since moved on to OnlyFans), Nash & Hayes Grier, and – most famously – Shawn Mendes (yes, the Shawn Mendes). Hayes did a brief time on OnlyFans last year but is otherwise not active in the public eye.

The Grey Speedo Boy

Here's an odd one for you: Pedro de la Fuente is the name of a guy from Mexico who got super famous globally when he was an exchange student in the US. Years ago, pictures of "the grey speedo boy" spread like wildfire online due to his good looks. I would wager that he's the most famous person on this list, yet hardly anyone knows his name. And yes, as strange as it may be, I've now written a smut story about him.

So, who of these three do you want me to prioritize and publish a story about in June?

#smut #smut writing #romeo beckham #david beckham #hayes grier #magcon #gray speedo #speedo boys #nash grier

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illuminateinjapan · 8 years ago

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Requested by Anon

A/N: We hit 100 followers! Thank you guys so much! xoxo

If you ever looked up the phrase “Never disappoints.” on Google Images, you’d find a picture of Shawn with his famous smile. Seriously, the man has never missed a concert, opportunities to meet his fans, or an event that he needs to attend. Except for this particular week, which happens to be the most important week of all in his entire lifetime.

“Babe, are you feeling okay?” you asked Shawn concerned at the fact that he’s been acting very strangely.

Shawn looked up at you with heavy eyes, and nodded “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine let’s just keep walking around.” You continued to observe him, seeing him become more tired by the second. His pace and reaction was much slower than normal while his face looked a lot paler.

You stopped midway on the path to face Shawn.”You're not feeling well are you?”

Shawn shook his head and defensively replied to your question. “Y/N, I told you Im fine. I just didn’t get enough sleep because we literally just got back from tour. The drowsiness will go away.”

“Umm, no it’s not because you’re sick.” You place your hand on his forehead, confirming your suspicions.”Yup, that’s it we’re not going out for dinner with my parents. We are staying at my old place and making sure you get better.”

"What?! No, Y/N we can’t ditch your parents for this. I told you Im fine.” he panicked. “I want to make a great impression on your parents, and I was all prepared to meet them and --”

“They’ll understand. It’s not the end of the world. In fact you’d probably make it worse if you got them sick because you went out with a fever.”

“But I’m not sick...honest.” He defended, trying to hold in his cough.

“I’m sorry whose the doctor here?” you questioned him.

“You.” he mumbled.

“And do you honestly think you’re still gonna fight me on this when I can seek right through you?”

“No.” he mumbled once again.

“Good. Now let’s go home, so I can take good care of you.” you smiled, kissing his jawline.

You both arrived at your old place, preparing all the essentials that Shawn needed to recover from his fever. Hot chicken soup was boiling on the stove, two pills of Tylenol and a glass of water was placed on the counter, and a wet towel was placed on Shawn’s forehead. You came into the room where he was resting giving him everything. It was times like these, Shawn looked up at you and wondered how incredibly lucky he was to have a girl like you in his life.

“Okay, one of my nurses just called in the antibiotics I prescribed for you, so I’l pick them up tomorrow. Other than that, is there anything else you might need?”

Shawn gave you his boyish smile, and nodded. “Cuddle with me?”

You chuckled at his request and went crawled onto the bed. He wrapped his muscular ams around your tiny frame, placing his neck inside the crook of your neck. He sighed heavily “You know, missing the chance to officially meet your parents sucks, but just having you in my arms makes it all better.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling a little bit better, babe.” you smiled, looking into his eyes.

“When I’m with you, I always will. I love you Y/N.” he said before he kissed your forehead and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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curedblues · 8 years ago

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HOLY SHIT BALLS.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #mercy #treat you better #stitches #old magcon #shawn mendes au #shawn #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes one shot

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charliebattinson · 7 years ago

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We’re Best Friends? | Dec·la·ra·tion | Part 10 | Shawn Mendes Imagine

A/N: Long time no see! HAHA here’s part 10! One more part left and that’s it for me as a writer!!! Honestly just proud of this series!!! Lmao thanks 4 the support guys! Feedback is much appreciated! Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN!! UR 20 U HOE

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Here we are again, in your bed but unfortunately with clothes on.

You’re snoring again. It makes me smile and it makes me sad because I won’t get to hear that for awhile. Won’t to get to hold you for a bit.

I’ve been staring at you for a while now, studying your face because I just realized I won’t get to see it in person for a while. I’ll only get to see it behind a screen but that’s okay. I’ll be okay.

Last night wasn’t what I was expecting it to be. Never expected that call to be what it was. I’m happy I got the job I wanted, not happy where I’ll be with that job. I’m scared of what’s going to happen between us. I don’t know how we are going to be when we’re a thousand miles away.

I think to myself what if we did this sooner so we could have had more time to explore this out. I wished I had more mornings to wake up beside you, more nights to love you and more days to get to know you not only as my best friend because let’s face it we burned that to the ground but I tell myself to be patient because when I come back home, I’ll get to do all of this and I can take all my time.

If you’d let me.

I’m hoping you’d want me to.

2 months later

“Hallo hoe gaat het”

“What does that mean?” I chuckle over the phone as I study in the library.

“It means hello, how are you?” Shawn says.

“Ah so we’re learning a new language now, huh?” I tease.

“Yeah, I bought this translation book at this bookstore. I can order a beer now in dutch! Een Bier Graag!” Shawn shouts over the phone which makes me jump.

“Oh boy, I have a feeling you’ll be annoying me and everyone with these dutch words when you get back home”

“Oh you know it” he laughs.

It’s been two months since Shawn left and surprisingly things are okay, there was crying every few days but i’m not going to tell him that. He seems happy where he is, enjoying his internship and the place. We always get in touch even if it’s just a text. It’s enough to comfort me.

“Alright pretty boy, let’s see your dutch knowledge. Can you translate this?” I ask him going through the google translate on my laptop.

“Sure”

“Ik mis je” I say, biting my lip. He’s silent for a bit.

“I miss you too” He says happily. “You know the booze here is great, I wish you were with me getting drunk” he sighs.

“I know, just four more months and you’ll be here again”

“You know you could always come and visit me” He says hopeful. I want to visit him but if I do, I feel it might lead him into something I’m not sure I’m ready to jump into. I could be just visiting my best friend but we’re not exactly just that anymore.

“Yeah, I don’t know. That’s a big commitment for me to do, to fly 7 hours to visit a boy” I joke.

“But I’m not just any boy. I’m your best friend.” he teases.

“Are we just that?” I ask.

:”I don’t know, Blake. You tell me. You know what I want.” he says confused slightly annoyed.

I stay silent. I know I’m toying with the idea and that my thoughts are all over the place, putting him into different directions because I can’t seem to make up my goddamn mind.

“Look I gotta go Blake, something came up” he says

“Oh okay” worried that he’s mad at me

“No, something really I’m not avoiding you. Trust me. I’ll call you back” He says sincerely.

‘I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too” he says in a soft tone.

“Bye”

“Bye mooi” he says then hangs up the phone.

“Blake! My goodness, it’s so good to see you!” Cameron, a long time friend of mine greets me and goes for a hug.

“It’s good to see you too” hugging her back.

“Oh I want to introduce you to my boyfriend, Michael” She says. When I heard the word boyfriend, for some strange reason Shawn’s face popped out. After being greeted by Michael, we head to our table catching up with our lives and getting to know Cameron’s boyfriend who is an actual sweetheart.

“Alright I’ll be back with your drinks” Michael says and kisses Cameron’s cheek before he heads out. It makes me smile because it reminds me of a certain someone.

“Someone is very happy” I coo at her and see her cheeks blush.

“Very happy. He’s such a great guy Blake” she sighs happily. “Enough about me, what about you? How’s our Shawny boy?” She asks.

“He’s good” I reply with a big smile on my face.

“What’s up with the huge smile?” She teases.

“What? I’m just smiling?” I tell her as my face goes incredibly hot.

“Uh uh, I know you. I know that smile. Are you and Shawn?” She asks curiously raising her eyebrows at me. She knows my answer when I try to reply, with a blushing cheeks/

“Holy Shit! You and Shawn! My childhood neighbor Shawn? Your best friend Shawn?” She exclaims

“Ah fuck yeah” I sigh defeated.

“Spill! What the fuck haven’t you told me anything you bitch!” I tell her the whole story that leaves her smiling and going wide eyed at times. “So are you guys a couple? Or what?” She asks

“I don’t know, I mean I know what he wants. He wants us to try and it’s just me delaying things.”

“Honey, what are you afraid of?” She looks at me and it suddenly makes me think of what I’m really scared.

“I’m just scared of losing him. He’s Shawn, he’s been the constant guy in my life where I didn’t have to worry about losing but ever since we slept together, that thought is there and I can’t afford that. I won’t”

She looks at me with understanding. “Look I get you, I mean you’ve known this guy for what? 10 years?”

“18 years”

She whistles “Jesus. But anyways, I get you because that’s how me and michael started”

“You and Michael were friends first? I ask surprised.

“Yeah, we were friends for awhile before he asked me out and look where we are now.” She giggles and it leaves a smile to face because she looks so in love.

“Weren’t you scared of losing what you guys had at first?”

“Well of course at the beginning you always are, but then you think to yourself why bother yourself worrying about something that could never really happen you know? And I guess if things lead to where they are now, you were never really just friends” She says raising her shoulders.

It makes me realize that me and Shawn were never really just friends that one way or another we go this route, it was just shitty timing I guess.

“Blake, give it a try. Be with the boy” She says grabbing my hand and holding it with hers.

Before I respond, Michael comes back with our drinks. He hands us our drinks and kisses Cameron in the cheek again and it makes me smile and feel jealous at the same time. It hits me that I want that, and I know who I want it with.

I’m sitting at the park, drinking all by myself late at night like an idiot missing the other idiot who’s with me here.I think about us. Our friendship and how we go to where we are and if I’m willing to risk everything to give a shot at something I don’t know the outcome but ain’t that life?

I grab my phone as dial a familiar number.

Ring Ring.

“Hey this is Shawn. Leave a message”

‘hey how are you? You’re probably asleep so I’m just going to say that I miss you so much llike how a girlfriend misses her boyfriend. I hanged out with Cameron earlier, she says hi by the way and she brought her boyfriend and it made me realize how much I want to introduce you as my boyfriend. I like the feeling I get when I say boyfriend because it makes me think of you and your ugly ass face no— I’m just kidding you’re really pretty and I’m fucking drunk right now but that’s not why I’m saying this. The alcohol just gave me a shitload of courage. I wanna have sex with you and hold your hand as my boyfriend. You doing all those things a boyfriend does to me. So can you be my boyfriend? Please. I think I said boyfriend about 30 times but yeah be my boyfriend. Be my bitch. If you feel the same, call me greeting me with hello lover. Okay? Okay I should probably hang up so bye”

I end the call with my heart pounding realizing I just did say all of that and head back to my apartment. “Yolo” I sigh.

Ring Ring

My familiar ring tone is heard waking me up from my sleep. I groan as I reach for my phone to see who’s calling. My heart begins to beat fast and I sit up and for the first time in my whole life, I’m scared of picking it up but eventually I do.

“Shawn?” I whisper.

“Hello Lover” he joyfully says.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn peter raul mendes #illuminate #illuminate world tour #magcon #magcon boys #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes one shot

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rebeccatonkin · 8 years ago

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Forelsket. *Shawn Mendes*

Teacher!Shawn Mendes

Forelsket: (Norwegian)

-That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone.

WARNING: there’s smut in this imagine!

I wish very much that I could hold your face in my two hands and kiss your mouth.

*Y/N’s pov*

Fuck.

The spotlight is messing with my head and my heart. There he is. Standing in the middle of it. All my attention is on him. I’m gawking at him as if he were a king, or a very enchanting, handsome, young man.

The bright light is blinding me but his appearance is killing me. His brown hair is perfectly styled in a small quiff. It looks soft and lush and it makes me want to slowly run my hands through it. His hair does look a little messy though but it’s the good kind of messy, the kind where it looks very sexy and irresistible.

His eyes, his warm brown eyes are shining ever so brightly. The dark-coloured eyelashes adorn his eyelids and touch his cheeks each time he blinks. His skin is glowing, along with the blush adorning his cheeks.

He looks like a real God to me. There are flaws in his face and in his body but to me his flaws are perfect. I find his slightly pink-tinged cheeks adorable whereas other people don’t like it. I find his shoulders perfect the way they are, they’re not very broad, they’re just the right width. And even though they’re not extremely broad, the fabric slightly strains at his shoulders.

His legs are long and thin and they look hot in his black suit pants and when he puts his hands in the pockets, I can’t help but find him mysterious.

His torso, cladded in a white dress shirt, resembles that one from an athlete, a hidden prominent v-line and defined abs. How I wish I could run my hands down his chest and stomach.

I’m trying to turn my head, I’m trying to look away but for some reason, I simply can’t. My breath has been taken away ever since he stepped into that bright light. I try to control my irregular breaths but it’s hard when my heart is almost leaping out of my chest.

My eyes follow his every move as he looks at his surroundings and spots some of his friends in the back near the bar. He makes his way through the crowd and pats the backs of his best friends in a way of greeting them. I watch him order something at the bar and seconds later he’s holding a pint in his right hand. He’s happily talking with his best mates, having the time of his life when drinking the beer he’s just ordered.

“Hey, you’ve been staring at nothing for minutes now, you okay?” Nothing. I wouldn’t consider him as nothing. “Y/N?” my best friend says in a sing-song voice. “Huh?” I blink twice and shake my head slightly before looking at my best friend. “Finally, I almost thought you were paralysed or something,” she chuckles and sips of her Mojito. “Oh, uh no, I was uh, thinking…?” “Thinking about what?” she asks curiously and hands me her Mojito. “Drink and spill.” “Oh, I don’t think so…” “Aww, babe, you’re no fun,” she teases and finishes her Mojito herself. I shrug it off and glance over my shoulder to catch one more glance of him.

I shouldn’t have done that.

I quickly look down and fiddle with my fingers. My cheeks are almost burning. That’s how hot and red they are right now. My heartbeat is beating even faster than before and my fiddling hands get sweatier with every passing second.

He was looking my way. His brown eyes were locked with mine for less than a second. Yet in that half second, I succumbed to how captivating and beautiful and shiny they are.

“Earth to Y/N?” “What?” I snap and look at my slightly wide-eyed best friend. “Sorry, I uh, was thinking again…” “Right… Y/N, are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes, I’m perfectly fine.” I fake a small smile and watch her nod her head yes. “Okay. I’m going to get us some more booze.” “Us? You mean you?” “Whatever, I’ll be right back, party pooper,” she winks at me before walking over to the bar.

The bar…

The bar?

I whip my head around and watch her standing next to him. His brown eyes are giving her a quick look-over and I feel jealousy and hurt enter my veins. I bite my lip and look down, not wanting to see any of this. It’s always the same you see. My best friend is a dancer, she’s confident, easy-going and… she gets all the guys, even if she doesn’t mean to. I, on the other hand, am shy, not so confident, awkward and I hate dancing because I suck at it. I never get any attention from a guy. Never and I don’t think that’s ever going to happen, as depressing as that might sound. I’ve given up.

“There you go,” my best friend says and hands me a plastic cup, filled to the brim with Vodka. “Is this Vodka, what kind of club is this? I don’t want to get in a coma and neither do you,” I say and take the cup from her. “It’s fucking irresponsible to serve this much Vodka,” I mutter and watch my best friend roll her eyes at me. “Y/N, you seriously have to learn to live a little.” “As far as I’m concerned, I’m breathing so I’m very alive.” She chuckles and shakes her head at me as she starts to dance. “Whatever, will you at least dance with me?” she pouts and takes my hands in hers to guide me. “But I’m an awful dancer…” I whine and retract my hands. “Aww, you’re not.” I shake my head no and hear her let out a long sigh. “Come on, Y/N, this is a club, people dance in clubs, besides no-one will judge you or anything, just loosen up and don’t give a fuck about what other people think of you.” “It’s easy for you, I mean you are a professional dancer.” “Don’t pull that card again, there’s a dancer hidden in everyone.” “Y/F/N…” “Y/N…” she mocks me and juts out her bottom lip.

“I’ll try but don’t you dare make fun of me.” “Never, I promise,” she puts two fingers up in the air as if she’s under oath and I give her a grateful smile. I hesitantly begin to sway my hips to the beat and bite my lip. I feel so insecure right now. I try to think of what to do with my hands but let them hang by my sides in the end.

This is so awkward.

“You’re doing great,” Y/F/N cheers and gives me a thumbs up. “Seriously? I’m as stiff as an ironing board…” My best friend laughs slightly but quickly covers it up. “You’re not, now don’t think that low of yourself,” she states. “I’m going to get us two Mojitos, I’ll be right back,” she offers and gives me a thumbs-up. “I can get them-” “Nah uh, you’re going to dance,” she winks and makes her way through the crowd. I huff and cross my arms in front of my chest.

I seriously hate clubs and partying.

“There you go, Y/N,” my best friend says and this time she hands me a plastic cup filled with Mojito. “Thank you,” I mutter and frown at the drink. “It’s good, you should try it.” I look between her pleading eyes and the plastic cup and roll my eyes. “Just one sip,” I say and put the cup against my lips.

Seconds later, I’m craving water to get rid of this horrendous aftertaste and to soothe the burning in my throat. I pull a face of disgust as I get rid of the awful drink and sigh deeply. “This is not my cup of tea…” “I guess dancing it is then,” Y/F/N chuckles and takes my hands in hers once again. I reluctantly begin to sway my hips and send her a hesitant look.

“I’m way too awkward for this…” “No, you’re not, you’re doing great actually.” “And you, my friend, are a horrible liar.” I watch Y/F/N roll her eyes at me and throw her hands up in the air. The way she moves is amazing, how I wish I could do all of that, but no, my body and mind refrain from it.

“I need to pee, I’ll be right back! Although, I saw this hottie near the toilets, might as well have some fun!” Y/F/N yells over the music. I roll my eyes and watch her down yet another drink before pushing past people to get to the toilets or that hottie…

I blow my hair out of my face and stop dancing all together. This is not my scene at all. I guess I’ll start dancing again when she’s back… which might take a while…

My mind goes back to the way too handsome guy and I can’t help but have another peek. But much to my dismay, he’s gone.

I feel a rather sad feeling creep up my spine and lower my head. It’d be nice to just have one more look at him but I guess that won’t happen.

He’s probably dancing with a very attractive girl right now. A girl that is capable of moving her hips in a sexy way. I always look like I’m hula hooping…

I decide to try it out and shake my hips when I look down at myself, I am indeed exaggeratedly gyrating my hips. I look stupid… I quickly halt all movements and fiddle with my fingers once again. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks and sigh defeated. I am never going to seduce anyone by dancing. That’s for sure.

I am sure your kisses could feed me: I could live on the sustaining elegance of their touch. A warmth and sweetness would fill my mouth, a wine of such eloquence, no speech, no words would dare to imitate.

Out of the blue, I feel two hands touch my hips on either side and move them from the left to the right by guiding me. “What the fu-” I’m about to turn around and slap this guy’s face until I see a mop of messy brown hair and a pale face with warm brown eyes out of the corner of my eye. I feel his hot breath tickle my neck. This can’t be true.

I blink twice and bite my lip. I let out a ragged breath and lick my lips, not knowing what to do or say. “Relax, I’m no murderer or anything, just let me help you a little.” His voice is deep and enchanting, just like I thought it would be. I smell the faint scent of beer and chewing gum when he speaks and I try not to lose all my senses.

Once I’ve found my calm and gathered a little courage I open my mouth to speak. “Help me uh, with what e-exactly?” Damn it, I had almost said a whole sentence without stuttering but I guess fate really hates me. I embarrassedly lower my head and step out of his grasp yet he quickly pulls me back by my hips. “Don’t hide,” he whispers in my ear and I feel his cheek faintly touch my neck.

The music is loud, way too loud for my liking, yet everything he whispers is clear. “I-uh-I” I mentally slap myself for screwing up. He must think I’m one foolish girl right now. However, a low chuckle slips passed his lips and I furrow my eyes in confusion. “You’re cute.” “I- what?” The brown-haired boy winks at me before he pulls me closer to his body. My back is faintly touching his chest whereas his hands are still firmly holding my hips. “Follow my lead,” he whispers softly and gently guides my hips from the left to the right so that I’m somehow shaking my butt without gyrating them as if I’m in the middle of a hula-hoop-session. “Fuck, you’re good,” he mumbles under his breath, it was below a whisper yet I heard.

I feel a warm, electric sort of sensation travel down my spine and blush like never before.

“What’s your name?” he asks and slightly taps my hips as if they were piano keys. “Y/N.” He hums softly and continues to guide my hips in a very gentle way. “Well, Y/N, I saw you looking at me, a while ago…” he trails off and I can hear the smirk in his voice. Once again my cheeks turn red and the rhythm of the beating of my heart accelerates. “You-you saw uh that?” “Mmh, I did, yes.” “Oh, God…” He laughs softly before slowly running his hands up my sides. “You okay with this?” he whispers and now purposely caresses my cheek with his. I swallow deeply and shyly nod my head yes. He continues to slowly run his hands up and down my side, it’s so slow that it’s almost considered teasing. I let out a silent yet content sigh and much to my surprise he heard or saw it and deliberately slows down his movements, now this is teasing for sure.

My body feels on fire and his every touch feels so intense and addictive and heavenly. I close my eyes as he gently pulls me closer to him so that our bodies are now fully touching. I feel his firm chest and stomach against my back, his hands do not stop guiding me, they continue to gently help me sway my hips from the left to the right. He lets out a hiss and I quickly stop moving. Did I do something wrong? “Please don’t stop,” he whispers and lingers his lips on my earlobe. It almost sounded like begging. The desperateness in his voice makes my knees go weak and before I can wrap my mind around it I blurt out what’s on my mind. “But- I- you hissed…” I whisper embarrassed. I feel his chest rumble as he chuckles softly. “Because you’re making me feel amazing, that’s why, don’t think that you’re doing anything wrong because you aren’t. It’s quite the contrary actually. You’re making me feel things no-one has ever made me feel.” “No-one?” “No-one but you,” he whispers in my ear and pushes my hair to the side. He then faintly kisses the crook of my neck. I involuntarily let out a big, happy sigh and slightly throw my head back. “You’re messing up my mind,” he whispers and kisses me again in the same spot. He’s messing up my mind, I believe.

“Y/N,” he whispers slowly and gently holds my hips again. “Mmh?” “Wanna get out of here?” I feel my breath hitch in my throat and cough slightly, I quickly grab one of the plastic cups near me and gulp it down. My eyes grow wide once my throat starts to burn and I realise I drank all of the Vodka from earlier. “Shit…” I mutter under my breath and fiddle with my fingers. “Am I going to end up in a coma now?” I hear laughter coming from beside me and watch the most handsome guy ever doubled over with laughter. “What?” He shakes his head softly and tries to compose himself yet the crinkles beside his eyes tell me he’s finding it difficult. “You’re too cute, you. And believe me when I say that you’re not going to end up in a coma because of that one cup of Vodka.” “You sure?” “Very sure.” I take in a deep breath and finally calm down a bit. “So what do you say?” he asks and shyly fiddles with his fingers. I nod agreeing and bite my lip. His eyes flicker to my mouth and he sucks in a deep breath. He then gently intertwines our fingers and leads me through the crowd.

I watch his friends in the distance point at us whilst grinning widely and I somehow feel a wave of proudness wash over me. After all, he’s holding my hand, he kissed me and he called me cute. Twice.

Once we get out of the club, he wraps an arm around my shoulders. “I’m staying at a hotel not too far away from here if you want we can go there?” “A hotel?” “Yeah, I’m here for work… I’m a teacher and I received a job offer so here I am. I just haven’t found a place to stay yet.” “I see. What do you teach?” “English literature, and before you judge me, it’s not boring at all.” “I don’t judge,” I chuckle and lean my head on his shoulder. “I’m dizzy,” “It’s because of the Vodka, you’re a lightweight and I don’t think you’re the drinking type, are you?” “No, I actually don’t drink alcohol…” “Mmh. The dizziness will subdue in a bit,” he whispers carefully and pecks my forehead. His brown eyes are filled with concern and I can’t help but stare into them. His eyes lock with mine and flicker to my lips every now and then until he closes the gap and kisses my lips. I eagerly wrap my hands around his neck and kiss him back with the same intensity and passion. I gently play with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and feel a rush of warmth run through my veins as he moans softly. He then carefully enters his tongue in my mouth and explores it. I can taste the beer and faint taste of chewing gum and I close my eyes as he holds me tight at my waist. His head then dips even lower as he trails a path of wet kisses down my jaw, my neck and collarbones. “Oh my god,” I pant heavily and run my hands up and down his back. I look at him, into his eyes to find them already staring at me. “Is it still far, that hotel?” I breathe heavily as he nibbles on my earlobe. “It’s that building over there,” he mutters and points his index finger to a huge building a couple of yards away from where we are and I stare up at it in awe, then at him. “Teachers get paid a lot…” I mumble and kiss and suck on his jaw. “Not really,” he groans and takes my hand in his, he rubs small, soothing circles with this thumb and pulls me flush against his chest. “Let’s hurry,” he smirks and drags me with him. I giggle softly and let him lead me to his hotel room.

Your mouth invites kisses as honey in the comb invites tasting: as red, crisp apples want biting; as the cool, orange- yellow of peach and nectarine seek to be sipped, nipped, licked and savored.

“Room 346,” I mumble whilst he tries to insert the key in the keyhole. He hums confirming and furrows at the key in his hands. “Stupid piece of metal,” he curses and frustratingly runs a hand through his luscious brown hair. “Why does it not- ah finally,” he smiles in victory as he unlocks the door and pulls me in with him. He then kicks the door shut and throws the keys on a smile table. I chuckle at his eagerness and bite my lip when I watch him take off his shoes and throw his black leather jacket on the couch. He then catches me standing there, gawking at him as if he's Zeus himself and a smirk finds its way onto his face.

He slowly steps closer to me and looks me up and down. I feel the air leave my lungs and swallow deeply when his face and body are only inches away from mine. “Can I take this off?” he whispers huskily and tugs at the black leather jacket that I’m wearing. I nod confirming and let him slide it off. “And these?” he whispers as he crouches down in front of me and touches my black heels. I nod once again, not trusting my own voice at the moment. He slightly lifts my left foot and takes off my black heel, then he does the same to my right foot.

He then gets back up and bites his lip when looking at me. “Can I take this off?” he breathes heavily and points to the black dress I’m wearing. I lick my lips and look in his eyes. They’re so captivating and beautiful. He faintly presses his lips to mine, then he simply presses them on mine but doesn’t move. I watch his dark-coloured eyelashes touch his cheeks once his eyes are closed and close mine as well. He cups my face whilst I finally run my fingers through his brown locks. I sigh with delight at how soft his hair is and gently tuck the ends. “You’re driving me insane,” he whispers and dips his head so he can kiss my shoulders and collarbones. “So are you,” I whisper and rest my forehead on his shoulder. “Can I take this off?” he asks again and runs his hands up and down my sides. “Yes.” I feel his hands travel to the back of my neck, where my zipper is. He then suddenly turns me around and kisses the back of my neck. “You’re so gorgeous.” I moan softly at his words and wait for him to take off my dress. I feel his rough fingertips touch my skin as he wipes my hair to the side. He then slowly and teasingly unzips my dress. My breathing quickens again as he licks a long wet stripe down my spine. He travels back up by placing open-mouthed kisses on my skin and my back arches automatically. The dress is now hanging on my hips. His hands are placed on top of it and before I can say something about it, he turns me around again. He gets down on both knees so that his face is levelled with my panties. He looks up at me with those amazingly warm eyes and I shyly nod confirming. He quickly pecks my stomach before shimmying down my dress. He sucks in a deep breath as he looks at my white panties and bra.

He then gets back on his feet and gently takes my hand in his. He leads me to the huge bed in the middle of the room and carefully lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and smile softly at him. “Are you alright?” he asks sweetly and holds me tight. “Yes.” “Good.” And with that, he lays me down on the bed with him hovering over me. I watch him quickly take off his bow tie and throw it away. “This needs to come off as well,” I whisper and slowly unbutton the first button. I watch him look down at my hands as they unbutton his white dress shirt.

Once the final button is done, I slide down the white dress shirt and take in his appearance. Fuck. His chest is perfect to me. It’s pale with abs and a prominent v-line, he’s strong and everything is just right. I run my hands down his chest and place kisses everywhere. I can tell he enjoys it because when I quickly glance at him, his eyes are shut. He seems to be in pure bliss. “Y/N, I need you.” I bite my lip when our eyes lock and nod in agreement. He lowers his face until his lips reach mine and he takes my hand in his. He guides it to his black suit pants and wets his lips. I blush a bit when I take them off and throw them away. He then lowers his face once more and passionately captures my lips with his. I moan softly when he tugs on my lower lip and wrap my arms around him. “I need you too.”

With that, he unclasps my bra and takes off my panties. “Fuck, baby,” he groans as his eyes savour my body. “Fuck, you’re so-so perfect,” he whispers and kisses me for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. His hands carefully take my breasts in his and squeeze them softly. “You’re so perfect to me,” he confesses again and I arch my back from all the pleasure he’s giving me. “A-ah, this feels s-so good,” I moan and throw my head back. “Fuuuck.” His lips suck, bite and pull on both my nipples and I can’t help but feel warm within. It’s like there have been released a thousand and one sparks and they’re now all floating around in my blood. They’re making me feel warm and calm and tingly and it’s just the best feeling ever. It’s like going down a roller coaster with no ending. Butterflies are swarming around in my stomach and it doesn’t stop, they keep on fluttering in circles.

He then crawls backwards so that his face is right above the place where my panties used to be. “Can I?” “Yes, please.” He groans deeply and places his hands on my hips to stop me from squirming too much. “I’m going to make you feel good, love.” “I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do ever since I caught you staring at me,” he whispers and lowers his head until his lips reach my clit. “Ever s-since?” I pant, my chest is heavily going up and down and I needily run my hands through his luscious locks. “Ever since,” he confirms and licks a long wet stripe up my clit. “Oh-my!” I gasp and tightly hold onto his hair. He then mercilessly starts sucking on my clit. I try to find a release but there’s none. He’s restraining my hips from moving, he’s mercilessly sucking on my bundle of nerves, harshly nipping and sucking on it as if his life depended on this. I’m a sweaty, moaning mess. I’ve been tugging on his hair the moment his mouth attached to my clit. “Fuck, I-I’m c-close.” “Hold it, baby, a little longer,” he mutters and I feel his nose touch my pubic bone. “I-I-” “On one,” he whispers and licks and laps up my clit. “10.” I gasp when I feel the vibrations run up and down my spine as he hums against my clit. “9.” “8.” “7.” I’m tugging on his hair like there is no tomorrow, my back is arching off the bed with every word he speaks and my hips buck up but he’s quick to press them back against the soft mattress. “6.” “5.” “4.” “Three more to go, baby.” “Ah, fuck…” “3.” “2.” “You’re almost there.” “Just- please, please, let me come, I-” “1.” I feel all the warmth and adrenaline rushing through my body. Stars cloud my vision and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I tightly hold onto his hair and let out loud heavy moans. He continues to suck me through my orgasm and I find my legs becoming numb. “I-ahh, I-” I give up trying to find the words and simply let him clean me up. The tight knot in my stomach is gone but there is still a very pleasant feeling present.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers and bumps my nose with his. “W-what are you w-waiting for then?” “Your permission,” he grins and kisses my lips. I can taste myself on the tip of his tongue and cup his face. “Can I fuck you, Y/N?” “Yes,” I pant and reattach our lips. Soon he breaks apart and leaps out of bed, only to return seconds later with a foil packet. “Safety first,” he grins and opens the packet with his teeth. How did I become so lucky? The hottest and sweetest guy on earth is looking at me as if I’m someone and not no-one. I can’t describe the feeling but I surely know that I don’t ever want it to stop. I want this to last forever.

“Y/N?” “Huh, sorry, I zoned out, I was uh thinking…” “I noticed, you were looking at the ceiling as if it was a sky full of stars…” he chuckles and runs a thumb down my cheek. “Are you okay, though?” he asks worriedly. “Yes.” “You very sure?” “I’m very sure.” A grin lights up his face as he sweetly and lovingly kisses my lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop here, Y/N.” I quickly shake my head and furrow my eyebrows at him. “I don’t want to stop,” I confess and feel the heat run to my cheeks. His grin widens even more if that’s possible and I see his eyes twinkle when he looks down at me. His eyes are like a sky full of stars, a brown-coloured sky with the brightest stars on display.

“So, uh, can I? You know…?” He looks down at his hard on and I blink twice and look up at him. He’s blushing heavily and a few brown locks have fallen in front of his eyes. I nod confirming at him and twirl one short brown strand of hair around my finger. “If I hurt you, tell me right away, okay?” “Okay.” He nervously bites his lip and lines up his hard on with my entrance. He gives me one final look to which I smile reassuringly and he then slowly and gently pushes inside of me. I clench my eyes shut and fist the sheets. “Shit-sorry, I- want me to stop?” He’s already pulling out slightly but I quickly shake my head. “No, don’t, please don’t. I just need some time to adjust.” “O-okay, tell me if you want me to move, though.” I nod my head once again and wait for the burning pain to fade away. “Y-you can move.” He nods his head understanding and quickly pushes his length inside of me. I let out a big sigh once the pain begins to leave and smile softly up at him. He returns the gesture and cups my cheek. “You’re perfect, Y/N.” I blush heavily and pull him down so that his chest is faintly touching mine. “Please fuck me.” “On it,” he whispers and gently jerks his hips forward.

“Oh!” He keeps pushing into me at a slow, steady pace. I’m a moaning mess and so is he. I run my nails down his back and watch him close his eyes in bliss. “Fuck, princess,” he groans and heavily breathes in and out. “You’re so good,” I whisper and kiss his chest. “Only for you,” he winks playfully and slightly speeds up the pace. “Oh my god…” I moan and feel the burning knot in my stomach tighten again. He continues to pick up his speed and minutes later, he’s pounding into me at an insanely fast pace. My heart is almost leaping out of my chest with every thrust. “You’re so-t-tight,” he moans and buries his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m so close…” I trail off and run my hands down his chest. “Me too, love, me too.” “I can’t hold it a-anymore,” I confess and harshly bite down on my lips to keep myself from screaming. He stares into my eyes and runs a hand through my -now- messy hair. He then flips us over and smirks slightly. “Then finish this, baby.” His voice is hoarse and husky and I can’t help but get even more turned on.

I place my hands on his chest and push myself up and down his length with the last bit of energy. He closes his eyes and his lips part slightly. A frown is etched on his face and I can’t help but take in every single detail of his face. He’s so handsome. His dark-coloured eyelashes, his pale skin, his pink cheeks and his wet pink lips. This young man resembles a god. “Come on, baby,” he pleads desperately and puts his hands on either side of my hips. “I’m almost there and I can tell you are too,” he confesses. “Let me guide you,” he whispers and helps me move up and down. “F-fuck!” I cry and fall down on him. He kisses my forehead as he now jerks his hips up and protectively wraps his arms around my waist. He continues to pound into me and I swear I’m about to explode. “I c-can’t h-hold- ahh!” I cry softly when my muscles contract around his length and I feel him hiss as he comes undone as well. His body is shivering and sweaty as he tiredly lets go.

“Holy shit, Y/N, that was- that was amazing, I have no words for it,” he confesses and pulls out of me. He quickly throws the condom away and lies back down beside me. He pulls me into his side and caresses my hair. I pull the white sheet over our naked bodies and let out a happy sigh. “I feel the same way,” he chuckles and looks down at me. “You do?” “Yes, I’m happy, Y/N, and that’s not just because of the amazing sex we just had.” I hide my face with my hands but feel him pry them off my face. “Nah uh, don’t hide, this is my hotel room, so you have to follow my rules,” he grins mischievously. “And one of my rules is not to hide.” “You serious?” “I’ve never been so serious in my life.” I shake my head at him but smile nonetheless. This is one perfect moment. It’s quiet for a while until he decides to speak up.

“You know, Y/N, that’s what you get when seducing an English-literature teacher. Teachers always set rules,” he smirks and runs his hands up and down my arms. “Hold on, you. Me seducing you? If I recall correctly you were the one who unexpectedly put your hands on my hips.” “I couldn’t stand you being so insecure…” I lift my head off his chest and furrow my eyebrows. “You noticed that?” “Yes.” “Oh…” I frown slightly and look down at the mattress, this is so embarrassing. “But hey, with a little help, you absolutely nailed it,” he tries and puts his index finger under my chin. “I did not, I’m just no dancer-material,” I pout. “Aww, you don’t have to be a professional dancer. Besides, I thought it was really cute. You were trying so hard. It was adorable.” “I’m officially embarrassed,” I mutter and a chuckle slips passed his lips. “Second rule is not to be embarrassed for not being dancer material,” he states solemnly and I shake my head at him. A glint of mischief fills his eyes and before I can wrap my mind around what’s happening, I’m pulled to my feet and he’s humming a song.

His arms are wrapped around my waist as he holds me close and I hesitantly wrap my arms around his neck. “Let’s slow dance, there’s no-one here to judge or laugh. It’s just you and me, naked you and me,” he smirks and gently guides me. “Thank you,” I whisper and rest my head against his shoulder. “My pleasure. Oh and Y/N?” “Yes?” “You’re definitely girlfriend material,” he winks mischievously.

While the kisses of your mouth could nourish me and my soul for eons, no measurable time would pass through the duration of their gift, and lifetimes would endure while I kissed your mouth held between my two hands.

POEM: ‘Kiss: A Touch Or Caress With The Lips’ by Jillian Bee.

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