#mob!shawn imagines

[calaisreno]

Milk, No Sugar

May 10 Prompt: Breakfast

Ordering coffee should not be a conundrum. Nor should it be the highlight of his day. It is, paradoxically, both. Being an optimistic person, he chooses to see this as interesting rather than problematic. 

Standing in line at his usual cafe, he’s wondering what it will be this time. Last time it was the sugar; he doesn’t like his coffee sweet. But he does like milk, just a dollop. If it isn’t adding sugar or leaving out the milk that the barista gets wrong, it will be something odd, like soy milk. A couple times, they’ve simply forgotten him, left him standing there, leaning on his cane, waiting until it’s clear that his order was simply never made. No cup with Watson scrawled illegibly on the side. He gave up identifying himself as John when he had to spell it for a barista. Jon, Don, Shawn, Jahan… 

Really, he shouldn’t complain. There are so many ways his day could be worse, and it’s not a good idea to imagine them all. He smiles, gives his order, steps to the side. His stomach rumbles. He’d love a pastry or a sandwich, but his pension is in limbo somewhere and he’s down to his last pound. Another conundrum to solve.

Everyone stares at their phones, waits to be called. Looking at his phone is not a habit John has developed yet. His is second-hand, a perfectly good device his sister is unwilling to use because it was given to her by an ex. But there are no messages today. No little chirps or pings indicating that someone has something to say to him. Even Harry doesn’t text him. He doesn’t have numbers for people he might remember from before his deployment, and he hasn’t made any new friends.

Today is one of those days when he’s been forgotten, apparently. His leg hurts, defying his certainty that there’s nothing wrong with it. His stomach reminds him that he wants breakfast. Sighing, he takes a seat at a small table and waits. 

He’s been forgotten. Just as he begins to struggle to his feet, preparing to limp to the pickup station and politely complain, a voice calls out.

“Afghanistan or Iraq?”

There’s a mob of people waiting for coffee, and he can’t see who’s asking. Well, it can’t be him. Though it is odd— 

“Afghanistan or Iraq?”

A tall barista with dark curly hair is threading his way through the crowd, making his way towards John. 

“Afghanistan or Iraq?” he repeats, handing John his coffee. “Milk, no sugar, right?”

John stares from the cup to his face, gaping wordlessly. “Erm, yes.  That’s me.” 

He takes a sip. Milk, no sugar. Perfect. “Thank you.”

“You haven’t answered my question.” He’s smiling down at John, pale eyes twinkling. “Which was it?”

“Erm, Afghanistan. But how did you…?”

The barista winks, then walks back to his station. 

The following day he’s back, still no pension, but he’s found enough change for coffee. He doesn’t see the barista today. Odd-looking, he recalls, but rather attractive. Those eyes. What color were they? Blue, grey, green? And that wink! Almost as if he were flirting with John. But that couldn’t be the case. Who would be interested in a broken soldier with an inexplicable limp? There’s nothing compelling about John Watson. 

Before he reaches the ordering station, a voice calls out. 

“Afghanistan!”

The barista appears, holding not only a cup of coffee (milk, no sugar), but a croissant. He gestures and John follows him to a table. 

“I didn’t…” he begins, having no idea what he means to say. He looks up into those fascinating eyes. More green than blue. Like sea-glass, he thinks. 

He blinks and looks away, realising that he’s been staring. 

“Breakfast,” his barista says. “Most important meal of the day.”

“Thank you.” 

“You have questions,” he says, taking the seat across from John. “Go ahead.”

“How did you know about Afghanistan?”

When he’s finished deducing everything about John, from his psychosomatic leg pain to the status of his pension, John is speechless. His new friend waits, head cocked, a slight frown.

“That was… brilliant. Absolutely amazing. What sort of training are they giving baristas these days?”

Smiling in relief, the man leans forward, speaks quietly. “Usually people say piss off when I do that. Can I tell you a secret?”

“You can tell me anything.” The words are out of his mouth, not retractable. But he absolutely means every one. He doesn’t even know this man’s name, and he wants to know everything about him. “I mean, if you want to.”

“I’m not actually a barista.” He smiles conspiratorially.

“I wondered. I don’t know about other places, but to work in this particular coffee shop you have to make at least one mistake on every other order you take. At least. Especially if it’s my order.”

The man chuckles. “I’m undercover, looking for someone who often comes in here. The owner owes me a favor and agreed to let me make lattes and cappuccinos for a few days.”

“You’re a detective?”

“Consulting detective. I help out Scotland Yard when they’re in over their collective head, which is almost always. May I borrow your phone?”

“Oh.” John pulls the device from his pocket. “Sure.”

Sherlock taps out a message and hands it back. “You’re an army doctor. Seen a lot of injuries, then, violent deaths.”

“Too many. Enough for a lifetime.”

“Wanna see some more?”

Later that night, John will kill a cabbie for Sherlock Holmes, the man who’s deduced everything about him. Not a very good cabbie, but still. 

He’ll agree to move into a flat with Sherlock, follow him into the night, forgetting about his limp and his missing pension. As the sun rises, they’ll giggle in the vestibule of 221B Baker Street, and then they’ll kiss, warm lips meeting, a promise of more.

Sherlock will look into John’s eyes, smiling. “Breakfast?” he’ll ask.

And John will understand that his life is just beginning. 

“Starving.”

1000 words.

Thank you, @notjustamumj for these delicious prompts!

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[noahschnappinfs]

ppl tried to cancel shawn levy for being a Zionist and supporting noah, and tried to boycott deadpool 3 but it surpassed nearly a half a billion dollars in the opening weekend (that also being an r rated movie) yet these performative activists still think st is gonna flop cuz of those so called “evil Zionists” involved in the show lol

i have to say that it’s funny how people choose who to harass and treat as an “evil zionist” depending on who they like or not because if we go by what their alleged beliefs, on saturday we saw multiple members of the cast that went together with a raging zionist (noah) and gave money to a movie directed by a zionist (shawn) created by disney (boycotted company) all while drinking coke (boycotted company). i’d imagine that would put them all in the same league according to their standards but because their stans are only performative activists, they brush it off and solve it by cropping noah from the picture or not mentioning his name. clearly you can see that it’s just a game for them and they have no real morals other than following the mob online.

anyway, it’s going to be the same when st5 comes out, it will break every single netflix record all while the same people watch it legally but pretend online that they aren’t. these boycotts and these fics of people shunning noah only exist online. in reality, every single thing they’ve tried to boycott is still successful and we’ve seen how real people in person literally line up to get a chance to get a picture with noah.

[zinepunk]

First up on the playlist is Cutthroat by Imagine Dragons.

I think this song would work really well as a theme for season 2. Imagine Dragons did such a great job on the season 1 theme (Enemy) and I think this one fits the darker direction the show seems to be going.

The next song is Bang Bang Bang Bang by Sohodolls.

After that is So Below by Code Orange.

I think this one fits the sort of steampunk/cyberpunk vibe of the show, and I could see it being played while establishing a new setting (Like the way Playground did in season 1).

Then we have Empire Now by Hozier.

Hozier hasn't been in the Arcane soundtrack so far, but his music fits the tone of the world really well. I think it would also be a good idea for the series to feature some of his new music, and this song in particular seems to almost tell the tale of Piltover and Zaun.

I really like these lyrics, which talk about the hopeful future of an empire that is going through rough times. In a hundred years, the battles that are being fought now will be the foundation people build on. I think Arcane's story is going in a similar direction-- it may be scorched-earth levels of conflict now, but ultimately that conflict leads to a more hopeful future.

The next song is Teach Me to Fight by YONAKA.

This song has such Vi energy. It fits in perfectly with her personality-- I could see it being used in some kind of training montage especially.

Similarly, I picked Vertigo by Alice Merton for its vibes alone.

The song after that is Goliath by Woodkid.

Would it really be Arcane without a Woodkid song? I made this playlist before the trailer came out, so now we know for sure he will have an original song featured in the season 2 soundtrack, but out of his already released music, I think this one works really well.

These lyrics in particular are reminiscent of Vi and Jinx's relationship, with Vi eager to forgive and Jinx in a hurry to distance herself from the past.

Thousand Eyes by Of Monsters and Men is the next song.

I can see this one being used for a pivotal moment, something that builds up to a climax.

The song begins with “undo this storm” and builds up in intensity to the final verse with “I am the storm.” I feel like that perfectly reflects Jinx’s creation out of Powder— she started out as a victim to the horrors around her and ended up becoming the thing everyone feared.

The next song is Riot! by Arrested Youth.

I relate this one to all the characters left to scramble after Silco’s death. They’re angry, they’re afraid, and they have little more to lose. And they’re all gathering into a mob.

Through the Valley by Shawn James is the next song.

It may seem like an incongruous choice in genre, but that’s on purpose. The season one soundtrack had a couple songs that switched up the genre, and I wanted to do that in this playlist as well. This song mixes up the genre while still narratively fitting in with the others and with the story.

Destroyer by Phantogram is the last song.

I saved this one for last because it’s very tragic, very final, and hints at how I believe Jinx’s story is destined to end.

The song is from the perspective of a narrator who can’t help but push others away and sabotage their relationships. They recognize that they’re making poor choices, but they continue to reject the help of others. In the end, they are truly alone— but that’s what they wanted, isn’t it?

And that’s the breakdown of the playlist! If you read all that, I appreciate you immensely. I put a ton of work into choosing the songs, and I’m really happy with how it turned out.

If you know any of the songs or have any thoughts, let me know! Reblogs and comments are super appreciated.

Looking forward to the release of season 2!!!

My Arcane Season 2 Fan Soundtrack!

A few weeks ago, I put together this fan soundtrack for what I imagine season 2 of Arcane to sound like. I love the first season's soundtrack so much, and I'm thrilled to hear what's coming next.

I put a ton of thought into this playlist, including analyzing the various components of the season 1 soundtrack, diving into the discography of some of the artists featured on it, and speculating what overall tone and themes I thought would come up in the second season of the show.

In the reblogs, I will be breaking down some of the songs on the playlist and why I picked them, as well as sharing a bit of my thought process.

I hope you enjoy!

[belovasangel]

Au Lait

Summary: Sunday mornings and first meetings have never been sweeter.

Pairing: Mob!Shawn x (fem)Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence, small swears, fluff!

Toronto springs held the happiest surprises around every corner. From the little old lady working the bakery on Alexander Street, to hidden nooks and crannies along Guildwood Parkway, there was always something to do. Grass grew in small patches of neon green between concrete slabs, and along the tops of buildings had rays of fresh sunlight peeking over ledges.

Springtime is beautiful in a city filled with color, something you learned after years without proper appreciation. Now, you sat outside a quiet brunch place, sipping a lukewarm cafe au lait. It only costed a few dollars, nothing to break the bank with, however it still left a small stain on your book-filled fingers. Between flipping between pages and watching chubby bumblebees pollinate the flowers a few stores ahead, you felt contentment. 

As you lifted the small porcelain cup to your lips, you suddenly noticed the increasing amount of people walking down the cobblestone road. The church bells had rung minutes before, signaling 10 o’clock, and the area you were in was typically never this clustered so soon. Taking a small sip, you looked back down to the page that held you for the past few minutes. 

Once the coffee was finished, and the chapter was about to end, you heard a quick scrape of the chair parallel to you sliding out. Looking up slightly, you met hazel eyes. He looked tense, brows slightly furrowed and a small flush on his cheeks.

“Is it okay if I take this seat for a moment? I’m-uh... Avoiding someone.” With a small nod, you gave a quick smile and returned to your book. 

Another page turn later, the man let out a cough. Then another, one more for quick measure. A nudge at your crossed leg. Looking up, raised brow, he held a smirk. “What are you reading?”

Placing your bookmark between the pages, you placed it down gently on the table. “Homegoing, it’s by Yaa Gyasi. Why, are you interested in it?” He tilted his head slightly, a single curl falling between his eyebrows. “No, not really. I just wanted to hear your voice. I’m Shawn.”

You shifted in your seat, letting your finger circle the rim of your empty mug. “Did you sit next to me only to get in my pants, Shawn?” He looked baffled, taken back by the question. “No. Do you not know who I am, princess?”

“Should I?”

Suddenly, you became aware of your surroundings. People in the cafe were watching with side eyes, and across the park was the same. Some even had their phones drawn to capture pictures. A warm hand enveloped the fingers on the cup. “Don’t look at them, they just crave some form of attention that isn’t happening. Something to give a good story, or even start one, I guess.”

Looking back, you toyed with his fingers on your palm. “What’s your story, Shawn? Why does everyone look like you’d pull a gun?” He chuckled, looking up at you with another smirk.

“Have you ever heard of the Mendes Mafia?” Biting your lip, you thought. And then a small flicker of recognition. “So, I’m holding hands with the devil, eh?”

With a small twist, Shawn had taken your hand fully in his, running his thumb along the ring on your finger. You noticed the broken skin along his knuckles, red and roughed, slightly scabbed over. “If that’s how you chose to look at me, then yes. Would you prefer an autograph?”

Letting out a small laugh, you nodded. “I’d like to know why you sat down, and for you to prove me I’m wrong.”

“Well, I’d like to know your name.”

“You earn that, Mendes.”

He nodded, holding his bottom lip between his teeth. “Okay, princess. A deal went wrong last night and the... consequences led into today. I saw the man a few streets over, and I know he wouldn’t do anything in public. Plus, I needed an excuse to talk to such a beauty.”

You scoffed, pulling your hand from his. Immediately, you missed his warmth. “So, I was a human shield?”

“It would be an honor if you were.” Rolling your eyes, you picked up your book and slung your purse over your shoulder. “Well, I hope you can find someone to protect you, and also educate you on literature. Good luck on fixing the deal, Shawn.”

As you began the walk towards the subway, you heard the chair scape out again. “Wait, I never got your name!” Turning on your heel, you called back. “Do your research, hire a P.I.. You’re smart enough to figure it out!”

And then you were gone, sucked into the crowd of entrepreneurs and dreamers who admire beauty from afar. Who breathe air to give life, who don’t touch flowers to preserve the color. People who know when to fight, and when to run. Who want to be chased, to be found, to be loved.

He would find you in time. Shawn Mendes always loved a chase.

Part 2

[preferredrealty]

Pulse - A Mob!Shawn Mendes Imagine

SOOO This is like a prequel to a Mob!Shawn series I'm working on.

PULSE - Mob!Shawn Imagine.

SOOO This is like a prequel to a Mob!Shawn series I’m working on.

Bullets whizzed through the air as the bass from the stereo shook the blood splattered walls of the mansion that over looked the city of Hollywood.

Shawn stood with a smirk on his face as he looked down at the man on his knees in front of him, cowering with blood dripping down the side of his head, where Shawn had hit him with the butt of his gun. A tut escaped Shawn’s lips as he noticed blood splattered on his crisp white button shirt. "This was new." He grunted, crouching to press the gun to the mans cheek. "Now, I know your pathetic excuse of a team hasn't got the brains to organize the attack on my men Maxwell but if there is one thing I know you are good at, it's hiring someone to do your dirty work...So!" He chucked pulling the slide of his Glock back loading a bullet into the chamber.

"Tell me who you hired." Maxwell sobbed as the cool metal pressed into his cheek once again, Shawn’s finger resting on the trigger. "Sh-She's a- She works in a club! On the boardwalk! P-Pulse it's called..ask for Daisy!" Maxwell cried. Shawn smirked bringing his other hand up to pat Maxwells other cheek harshly. "Good man Maxwell!" Removing his hand he pulling the trigger, Maxwells body falling with a thud.

Walking out the front door of the mansion Shawn un-buttoned his shirt, opening the trunk of his black Tesla Model S, reaching for the folded white shirt identical to the one he had just removed. Connor and Brian walked out of the house with grins on their faces, the tell-tale smell of gasoline mixing in the air of the tossed two Jerry Cans aside.

Lighting a cigar Shawn took a puff before turning to the two men smirking around the cigar stuck between his teeth. "Clean yourselves up boys, we're going out tonight." Brian and Connor whooped as they climbed into the car, Shawn took one more look at the house before flicking his ashes on the trail of gasoline, climbing into his car as the house went up in flames.

X

A neon purple sign hung over a crappy looking store making Shawn frown, sticking one hand into the pocket of his black slacks as he scratched his chin with the other, the designer shirt pulled taunt over the muscles of his back making his undo the top few buttons exposing his chest.

Brian and Connor snickers at him, glancing back at the beach where some women were lounging in the last bit of sunshine. "I think Maxwell screwed you over man." Connors head turned to watch two women in skin tight dressed and too much makeup entre the store. "That don’t look like a outfit to go shopping in." Brian whistled. "Come on." Shawn snapped walking into the store.

Bongs, Bum Bags, Flags, Wall Art, you name in you could probably find it in this store. Looking around Shawn couldn't see the two girls making his head turn to the guy at the register of the store. Walking up to him Shawn leaned on the counter looking into his eyes which were heavily blood shot. 'Stoned out of his head.'

"So...not quite the club i was expecting." Shawn raised an eyebrow at the guy who just smiled leaning forwards resting his elbows on the register, placing his chin on the palms of his hands. "I have no idea what you're talking about man." He grinned, eyes lazily dragging towards a neon dollar sign hanging on the wall.

A puff of air escaped Shawn’s lips as he dug into his slacks pulling a clip of money from them, sliding $100 over the register. "Nice" The guy grinned nodding his head over to a tie-dye wall hanging. Brian glared at him before moving to pull the hanging back revealing a black door with PULSE painted on it in purple. Standing straight Shawn made his way over, pulling the door open revealing a stairwell, painted completely black with purple neon arrows on the walls pointing down, a dull thump of bass catching his ears. Nodding at Brian and Connor he started to walk down the stairs.

-

Coming to a sliding metal door at the bottom Shawn grabbed the handle pulling it effortlessly, music and fog like smoke flooding out to greet him. For a second he was shocked that this was hiding just feet from the beach. A giant warehouse like basement was filled with people jumping and dancing to the beat of the music, smoke filled the air making the strobe lights more visible. A DJ was on a platform at the far end of the warehouse, a huge bar lines one side, the other was various booths which was clearly VIP.

"Okay!" He yelled over the music catching Brian and Connors attention. "Brian, you take the DJ booth try and find 'Daisy'. Connor talk your way into VIP! Do the same." The two nodded going their separate ways as Shawn shook himself making his way towards the bar.

Leaning against the bar he caught the bar mans attention ordering a bourbon as his eyes scanned the people around him. As he handed the bar man the money he caught a conversation behind him. "Damn it Daisy! You're a fucking mess." He turned to find a blonde headed girl struggling to carry a red head who was clearly on the cusp of passing out. Sinking his drink he smirked before plastering a false concerned face and large puppy eyes.

Reaching to tap the blonde on the shoulder he lowered his head to her ear. "Can I offer you a hand? You seem like you could use it." A grateful smile made its way to her face as Shawn wrapped his arm around the red head who he now knew as 'Daisy'. Following the blonde through two black double doors it lead to a storage area. Setting Daisy on a box the blonde smiled at Shawn. "Thank you!" She cheered the music now muffled. Her smile dropped as Shawn pushed his sleeves up smirking. "No problem." He chirped before slamming the girls head into a near by shelf knocking her out.

"Now." He hummed looking around finding a gallon of water, he lifted it effortlessly undoing the top before tipping it over Daisy’s head. A gasp came from her as she shot up looking around confused before her eyes met his. "Oh my-" She was cut off by Shawn grabbing her hair roughly. "Daisy, we need a chat."

X

A figure sighed happily sinking back into a leather chair watching monitors of the club below, people behind her working busily counting money and sorting it into piles. Watching the monitor as two barely covered women made their way down into the club, her eyes watching as Matt, her ever loyal friend adjusting the wall hanging that covered the door to her club before winking at the camera. She shook her head as he took another hit from a bong as the door of the store opened again. She slowly sat forward looking at a mop of  curly hair. Slowly sitting forward the uncrossed her legs, her knee high red bottom heels clicking on the floor. "Holy Shit." She laughed in disbelief standing from her chair, the snug black dress shifting on her body as she pulled open a drawer of her desk revealing a silver Glock, grabbing the gun she walked to the door with a confident grin.

X

"I don't know you man!" Daisy spat as blood spilled from her lips. "No but you knew Maxwell and I know you planned an attack on some of my guys for him." Shawn hissed as he crouched before her. "Now, either you tell me who you work for or I'll cut it out of you." He glared and pulled a knife from his slacks. Pressing the knife to her cheek he started to apply pressure when the two black doors flew open and a woman walked in.

Ice ran through Shawn’s veins as he locked eyes with her, feeling like a hand had wrapped around his heart and squeezed a audible gasp left his lips as she stepped forward lifting his chin up with a finger, her freshly done acrylic nails digging into his skin slightly. "(Y/N)" He breathed in shock. His eyes still locked on hers as a smirk built onto her lips. "Long time no see baby." Was the last thing he heard before she brought the butt of her gun down on his head with force knocking him unconscious.

Looking at Daisy with a devious glint in her eyes (Y/N) bit her red painted lip with a grin. "This is going to be so much fun."

SOOO feed back? Please? What y’all think? Interested in the series?

[sushiinmidnight]

Manifesting new good shawn smut.

Thank you in advance.

[imagines-by-billie]

could you do an Au mob!Shawn where the reader is really innocent and pure, and people start to question how Shawn and reader got together since their completely opposites.

A/N: I love mob!au’s so much! It’s not exactly what you meant, I think, but it’s pretty cute!

Genre: fluff

Request something for my “Goodbye Celebration”!

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You walked into the living room where Shawn was frantically discussing about “what to do next” with Brian. The new dress Shawn had gotten you hugged your waist and flowed around your hips down to just above the knee, just how he liked it.Your eyes connected with Shawn’s over Brian’s shoulder and his expression softened.

“There are guests at the front door. They want to see you, Shawn.”, you tried your best to keep it professional, you knew he shouldn’t be thrown off-guard right now.

“Thank you, darling. Brian, can you tell them to go to my office?”, he said and got up from the couch along with Brian.

“Of course.”, he said and smiled as he walked past you.

When he had left the room Shawn’s hands were on your waist.

“You look gorgeous, honey…”, he muttered into your ear and trailed kisses down your jaw and neck.

“Shawn, you have guests…”, you giggled and pushed him away so you could look at him, “Go take care of that first… I’ll be ready with coffee when you’re done, babe.”

“I love you.”, he grinned, pecked your lips quickly and then went to the door, where Brian was now standing.Shawn excused himself and walked up to his office. You walked into the kitchen and started brewing coffee.

“You’re his weak-spot, eh?”, Brian commented and picked up and apple from the bowl on the kitchen island.

“Sorry?”, you turned around and faced him.

“It’s nothing bad! It’s just… how can a guy like him, get someone so innocent as you?”, he joked.This was a usual question, which you received a lot. You started hearing shouting upstairs and tried to shut it out.

“He’s not like that…”, you said, motioning to the floor above you, “… not with me at least.”

“It’s cute.”, Brian chuckled, “He’s so protective of you.”The door slammed and you heard 3 pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs. The men that had come to visit almost flew out the door.

“I should go and check on him.”, you commented and grabbed the newly warm coffee.

Shawn was a mess when you came upstairs. He had pulled on his hair so much that it was a frizzy mess, not slicked back like it was before. You saw the gun on the table and thanked God he hadn’t used it… you absolutely hated those things.

“Hey, baby…”, you closed the door behind you and put the mug on the table.You managed to grab the gun off of the table and put it somewhere safe. Shawn took a long sip of the coffee.

“Thank you, love…”, he muttered as you went around the back of his chair and softly started massaging his shoulders.

“It’s been a stressful week… why not take the weekend off? We can go to the park, maybe have a picnic. Something to take your mind off this.”, you said softly.

“I’d love to but-”

“Brian can handle business, Shawn. And besides, we won’t be far from the house.”, you said as he turned around to face you, “Please?”, you pleaded.

“Fine… you got me…”, he chuckled.

[kindabonhomie]

Someone write this please! Even better if they are gay!

[iamburdened]

Reader’s Masterlist #1

Not my stories. Just my favorites from another writers. All credits and support to the original artists.

IMPORTANT: like and REBLOG all the fanfics you read to support the writers, please.

If you liked the fanfic, tell the writer. They will be in cloud nine with your compliment! Show support!

* = NSFW

Link to all my masterlist (Loki, Shawn Mendes, Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Angus McGyver, Draco Malfoy, Newt Scamander)

PETER PARKER X READER

Masterlist @waitimcomingtoo

Summary: this is GOLD!!! Read everything here and enjoy this amazing writing. You are welcome.

Christmas Letters @living-dead-parker

Summary: everybody helps Morgan write her letter to Santa. (It’s Stark!Reader x Peter with little Morgan Stark, i mean... how can you not read this?)

Polaroid @spidey-holland67

Summary: May gets Peter a camera for his birthday, and ever since then he can’t stop taking pictures of you. He always kept them in a box in his room, but one day someone finally finds them. 

Secret (@parker-peter-parker)

Summary: After months of dating and falling in love with you, Peter is ready to tell you about who he is. I personally highly recommend this one!!! 🏳️‍🌈

Familly series (@ijustreallylovezebras)

Summary: Peter meets the reader for the first time. The reader has grown up under the wing of all of the Avengers and hasn’t met many new people before. 

How to kiss* (@peterporkerpeter)

Summary: Peter has a crush on Y/N. Y/N teaches Peter how to kiss after he confesses he doesn’t really know how, but soon the little lesson becomes a little less educational and a little more sexual (if you know what I mean).

Dad!Peter (@bibibucky)

Summary: a headcanon about Peter as a father.

Without a word series (@underoos-shield)

Summary: mute peter who struggles through life because he doesn’t speak but finds some purpose because of her.

Mute (@underoos-shield)

Summary: it’s the oneshot that Without a Word series was based. Mute peter who struggles through life because he doesn’t speak but finds some purpose because of her.

Two different cities* (@thorscock-y)

Summary: request: Peter and the reader went to a different city for spring break then it has to do with smut over skype? Where Peter tells her what to do and ends up fluffy but also very smutty?

Dating Peter Parker Would Include* (@eurydiceattheriver)

Summary: a headcanon about dating Peter Parker.

Kiss it better (@underoos-shield)

Summary: basically Peter being extremely cute. Read it!

The report card (@starlight-parkers)

Summary: Dogs are great but your dads Steve and Tony don’t agree. Family!Avengers x reader, Peter x reader. I highly recommend it guys. It’s hilarious!

I can’t believe it (@carry-on-my-pretty-weeper)

Summary: reader gets stood up by her friend at amusement park and find a group of three that needs one more person to have fun. What happens at the end of the night wasn’t expected.

Loving waking (@yourquirkywitch)

Summary: a fluff story about Peter waking up to see you there and admiring the love of his life.

Bunk Bed* (@pinkblushed-doll)

Summary: (Y/N), the new girl, pretty hot, confident and definitely a troublemaker. Peter, the ‘nerd’, who still has toys on his shelfs (he says they’re collector figures) and the good boy from next door. Usually people like (Y/N) don’t have anything to do with people like Peter, right?

Masterlist (@honeymccall)

Summary: her masterlist with her job about Peter.

Masterlist* (@spiderread)

Summary: her masterlist with her job about Peter.

Cuddled (@menalliha)

Summary: A study date with Peter ends with cuddles.

Wearing your clothes (@em-imagines)

Summary: Spiderman is caught off guard when he sees Y/N wearing Peter’s clothes… (Reader doesn’t know Peter is Spiderman).

More Peter Parker fanfic recommendations on this masterlist

TOM HOLLAND X READER

Every step of the way series* (@thothollandd)

Summary: you and Tom are best friends, and you have been for as long as you can remember. After one night, everything changes. But, Tom is by your side every step of the way.

My Queen series Mob!Tom (@itssleepingprincess)

Summary: soft mobster!Tom Holland. Where he’s obviously a ruthless man when it comes to the mob, but when he comes home to his pregnant wife he is super sweet and loving.

Mob!Tom masterlist (@hoefortomhoelland)

Summary: her masterlist for her job about mob!Tom.

More Tom Holland fanfic recommendations on this masterlist

SHAWN MENDES X READER

Unbelievable (@iamburdened)

Summary: He just wanted to meet this new artist everyone seemed to be talking about. But he left with way more than just a painting. (This one is mine. But I don’t have a masterlist for myself so I will put it here.)

Handmade (@shawnm521)

Summary: a cute boyfriend!Shawn x a very talented seamstress reader. Read it!

Her guitar (@shawnm521)

Summary: Shawn is upset so his girl try her best to cheer him up.

Happy (@maybiemendes)

Summary: being in tour for so long has a bad side. Shawn misses his girlfriend so much that he can’t take it any longer. That’s when he sees her in the crowd, but she was really there or it’s his imagination?

Sugar series* (@t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o)

Summary: Shawn is the CEO of a very large architecture company, and he wants someone to come home to every night. He doesn’t pay you for sex or anything like that, he just likes to spoil you and treat you like the princess that you are. 

Late* Dom!Shawn (@smallerinfinities)

Summary: 2k of filthy Dom!Shawn smut.

Soft spot (@shawn-and-poppin)

Summary: the reader is…a super important person…[her dad is a gang leader]…and Shawn is her super tough, badass body guard who is typically an asshole and only has a soft spot for her.

Masterlist (@sinfulshawn)

Summary: her masterlist with her job about Shawn.

WEREWOLF!SHAWN MENDES X READER

The Rise of an Omega Series

Summary: Amelia is part of an anti-werewolf cult, not by choice though. But all her life turns upside down when her life is on the line and she is saved by a werewolf. She has a choice, go back to her old life and pretend nothing happened, or stay with Shawn’s pack, and face the truth about herself.

(this one is also mine)

My alpha, my omega series* (@begginyouformendes)

Summary: where reader is a new omega and Shawn shows her the ropes and realizes he’s a big softy even though he’s an alpha.

Passing the test (@planstonightbaby)

Summary: You and Shawn are put to the test by the werewolf council. But will you two crumble? Or will Shawn fall to his knees for you??

Honey series* (@wanderingmendes)

Summary: Alpha!Shawn needs to teach his mate to respect him in a way she will not forget.

It’s always been you (@shawnm521)

Summary: where Shawn meet his mate when they were just kids and the connection between them just got bigger trough the years.

Werewolf!Shawn AU Masterlist (@softboyshawn)

Summary: it’s her masterlist for her jobs about Werewolf AU. She has more in her complete masterlist.

Hollow (@fawn-mendes)

Summary: a quick thought i had about werewolf!shawn losing his mate. Angst af.

Pregnant mate ( @begginyouformendes)

Summary: alpha!Shawn can’t stay away from his pregnant mate, too happy for the new family member.

Night terrors (@shawnm521)

Summary: Werewolf!Shawn, Hybrid reader (she has wolf ears even in human form). Reader has a really bad nightmare and Shawn is there for his mate.

Mates* (@infiniteshawn)

Summary: soft!Werewolf!Shawn meet his mate during a wedding party.

What Luck @softboyshawn

Summary: it’s amazing. Read it.

More Shawn Mendes fanfic recommendations on this masterlist

[icybloggss]

K these mans are so beautiful I-

[justsortadoit]

Kiss The Girl

idk who this should be about yet, or if it’ll actually be a good idea but i decided to type this out. feedback would be wonderful and i’m open to just about anything tbh. this is roughly based of the premise of the Netflix original show You and the song Kiss The Girl covered by Chase Holfedler

warnings: stalker, sexual thoughts (hints at smut ig?), blood, gore description, few swears.

step one: her.

there you are. looking all dolled up. 

your hair seems curled to perfection, and knowing you it took hours to get right. well..rght in your mind. you’d look perfectly delicious in anything. any hairstyle would always suit you.

 is it new lipstick? you’ve never worn a shade that dark, and my my let me say. you look, undoubtably, ravishing in it. 

oh who are you meeting now? another tinder scumbag who will leave in the morning? perhaps this is a meeting, but that’s doubtful. we don’t have anything scheduled on our calendar that says a meeting. 

i can’t help but feel like maybe you knew i would be watching tonight. is that why you wore that little number? the black material hugs your perfect figure in ways i can only dream of feeling. 

you’re going to get me in trouble one day. 

but you’d be worth it. all of this will be worth it on our wedding day. oh how i can’t wait to tell our children of how long you kept me waiting. made me play this stupid games. sometimes it feels like you don’t know. don’t know how perfect we are for each other. how perfect you are for me.

do you even know of my existence yet? i’m going to tell myself that you’re blissfully unaware that i’m here tonight. i’ve learned the ability to share you. for now however.

she grinned, her eyes never leaving the male that sat in front of her. he smelled of weed and cheap alcohol, but she’s become used to it. a smell that she believes could signify home to her.

“and so i was there, obviously, and jeremiah, you know him, decided to just full on...” he kept rambling. never stopping to make sure she was listening. never asking how her day had been. but she sits and listens. a content smile on her deep red lips. she raises her glass to the painted skin, letting the cool liquid leave trails of fire down her throat before she set it back down.

she flagged the waitor down, asking in the softest tone she could muster up for a glass of ice water, lemon, and the check. she felt a headache coming on, but she knew if she made it obvious he’d make a scene.

she didn’t want a scene, she didn’t like the additional attention it tacked on.

as the dirty blond male kept babbling, she slid her fingers down his chest, collecting his wallet. he never bat an eye, the dark green orbs too fixed on another women, perhaps in her late twenties, a few tables down. she placed the correct amount inside the small folder, along with a hefty tip.

she carefully scribbled down an apology for her dates actions earlier on when he spilled his drink on the waiter when there had been one too many ice cubes in it. the memory caused her to roll her eyes, a soft sigh leaving her lips. she carefully set the leather material back down, and stood up.

“i’m tired, and it was wonderful to meet you, uh-”

“zachary.”

“right, zachary. i’d offer my number, but my phone is currently out of commission. i’ll message you on instagram maybe later.” she said hurriedly, before she left the table, and straight out in to the bustling streets of the ever so gloomy city of Seattle, Washington.

despite the water ruining her hour long curl job, she laughed. the date was horrible, but she had been given free drinks. she felt her phone buzz in her hand and she smiled faintly, unlocking the phone.

“serenity; 1 new message,

hope the date wasn’t too bad, meet me at our spot after. xo.”

 she let out a soft sigh, glancing at the time. 7:30 p.m. not too late. she smiled, her thin fingers dancing across the screen as her navy blue nails typed out a message.

“the date was shit, i guess that’s what i get for going out with a kale eating hippy right? be there in five. x”

oh our spot. 

where i first saw you.

 you almost lost yourself that day. 

but i? i saved you. you may not know, but i did. 

and soon enough you’ll be able to thank me.

 but until then, let’s go meet your friend. 

i’ve missed seeing your smile. it’s been too long since it’s last appearance. 

who knows, maybe tonight you’ll finally see what happiness lies within the chance of you and i. 

maybe tonight is our night, love.

[belovasangel]

Au Lait .End

Summary: Some hero’s hide between the pages of their novels, and the ones who need saving are those who read. 

Pairing: Mob!Shawn x (fem)Reader

Warnings: Blood, swearing, mention of murder, anxiety, angst to fluff, happy ending

A/N: Thank you for reading my first full series! Also this part is really long and I’m super proud of myself.

Start from the beginning

Are final chapters good or bad?

Typically, most fairytales end with an uplifting tone and moral of the story. The princess is swept off her feet and taken to their happily ever after to live with the prince who saved her. It gives a positive outlook to children, the desired audience, that life is worth living. Love is the end goal, as it heals wounds and should keep you going to fulfill your limited time on earth. Our life is something we want ever since we read about it at bedtime, hoping and praying to the universe that our prince charming may come one day. 

Yet, some end with a bitter bite instead. We feel remorse and anger towards the lack of happiness at the end. As we progress from childhood fiction to adult novels, the dialect changes to something that scars us all. Tips on how to survive a fire, to get out of a sinking car, or how to get away with murder. Our television shows shut out the crowns and love, and instead thrusts real life horrors that may happen one day. 

We are taught later, that love comes with a cost. It isn’t as simple as waking up with a kiss, or being saved from a house of seven mini men. Maybe it doesn’t come at all, and we have to learn with that being okay. Or, even worse, love is taken from us, shredded at tender touches and whispers turning in the wind. 

Shawn wasn’t ready to say goodbye. 

As he watched Andrew lock the door, still unnoticed, he began picturing a life where this wasn’t the scenario. One where you two lived on the countryside, living alongside a cat and a few children. A life which Shawn would wrap his tattoo’d and scarred hands along your baby bump, watching the little butterfly kick in response. Where your skin glowed in the beautiful light and he finally learned how to braid hair. 

But this wasn’t a silly fiction book. This was your life. And future. 

Shawn stayed low to the concrete, crawling towards the nearby alleyway to tuck away. Once he had space and safety, he stood up and began running alongside the brick walls, looking up and round for any sort of door. A staircase. Anything to get in. Shawn noticed the fire escape quickly, feeling his heart skip a beat, at the hope he suddenly found. He kept the phone tight to his face, knuckles white from tension. 

“Yeah, well, I didn’t hurt your family, and all I did was put a few holes in your men. Water under the bridge, am I right? However, I never promised that I wouldn’t touch such beautiful,” Andrew paused. Shawn heard your whimper. “Beautiful, woman. Say, does Shawn tell you about what he does?”

Shawn let out a throaty growl after hearing you whine out. He seethed red, readying to punch the taunting brick between him. “Get away from her, she has no business with me.” He put the phone quickly in his pocket, and swiftly jumped up to reach the fire escape. Somehow, being six foot was just enough to give a leg up. As fast as he jumped, Shawn put the phone back to his ear, barreling up the stairs to your store. 

“She’s making you cowardly, Mendes. You kill people! Sell drugs, murder families, take candy from fucking babies, yet somehow a damn nerd found a way to change your mind. You should have fucking killed me when you had the chance!”

Shawn shook his head, hopping window to window in search of the novels and bookshelves. “You don’t know shit about her, Andrew. All you know is her damn store, she was taught to read books, not loads rifles. She doesn’t know my life, she doesn’t know who the fuck you are! Do not get her involved. Get out before you’ll regret it.”

Once he found the window to the second floor of your store, he opened the window, thanking the universe for it being open, and quietly flung himself in. He didn’t care he left it open, or that he was unarmed. All Shawn wanted was to hold you in his arms and shield you from the pain you were facing now. 

He had never been in this part of the store, where the little nook was hidden upstairs. You were right, this was perfect for kids. The colorful beanbags and small shelves of coloring books and crayons were good enough to have any kid entranced. Shawn wondered if you’d do this for your kids, too. 

There was a small clutter downstairs, and Shawn heard it on his phone as well. He quickly padded towards the stairs, peeking over the railing. All he saw was a mass behind the counter, one of your flying hair and struggling arms, and a large body forcefully whipping you around. Shawn barreled down the stairs, trying to get Andrew’s attention. 

“Hey! Get off-”

Pop. 

Shawn stopped, nearly tripping over his feet and biting his tongue. You stood still, body craning up towards the ceiling and head tilted back in a shocking gasp. The store was silent, nobody moved. The tears long forgotten in Shawn’s eyes suddenly slipped, his heart grasping for your hold. His own daydreams flew behind his mind, the one where you two got coffee, where he would have proposed, the wedding, a kid or two. Shawn had envisioned a whole life, and he dreamt of living his days with you, like the fairytale you were. 

But right now, all you craved was a fucking shower. Looking back in shock, your senses were distraught by gun smoke and something wet. As you slowly took a few steps backwards, the body of Andrew slid eerily down you, his blood staining the outfit you were clad in. He hit the ground in a dull thud, slowly surrounding himself in the thick murder you had just committed. The gun was hot in your clammy hands, so much that you let go of the burned handle and cradled your fingers close to your chest. 

You gasped for air, and Shawn was quick to get you outside. He sprinted to your side, easily throwing you into his arms and running for the door while you whimpered and cried into his neck. Shawn’s crisp collar of his shirt quickly absorbed the blood from your fingertips, staining little drops onto the linen. They were either blood, or your own tears. At this point, you were too damned to care.

About three stops down in the subway did you finally react to his touch, weakly squeezing his hand back and turning your head to hide from the lights on the platforms you passed. Everything felt numbed, your senses, thoughts, even the memory of what happened. Yet, when things became too foreign, you looked down to the crusted blood in your fingernails and it freshly pressed your mind again.

Hopping off the line and climbing stairs to the street did you realize you’d never told Shawn where you lived. In a different scenario, you would have laughed. He really did do his research when you two first met. Shawn quickly took your keys from your purse, when did he grab that, and placed it in the lock to your quaint house. Setting the keys down at the door, you led him to the bathroom.

Shawn really wanted to enjoy this moment, hell a small part of him was, but he’d have to push that back a while longer. He had killed and ravaged more families than book series in your store, so a little blood was never an issue for him. You, however, were crafted from J.K. Rowling herself and the most dangerous thing you could do was cut butter for your cinnamon-raison toast. ‘(Y/N)’ and ‘mobster’ were never in the same sentence, or even correlated, until tonight.

And the thought of you alongside him working in with his mafia made Shawn really, really desperate to push these imagines away for another time. Right now, you were centimeters from a panic attack if the remnants of Andrew weren’t scrubbed off. 

Shawn turned on the bathroom light and closed the door behind him. You sat down on the toilet, hunched over with a heavy head in your hands. Shawn admired the cleanliness of your little apartment. It was homey and loved, clearly with many book posters and loose novels along empty spaces. The bathroom was wood and marble, a few succulents and candled scattered. He gathered you must love Pottery Barn as well. Noted. 

You sniffed gently, wiping your eyes and looked up at Shawn. “I’m sorry I ruined the date.” Shawn slowly slipped to his knees, placing both his warm hands inside yours. “You didn’t ruin anything. Gave me a near heart attack, yes. But, you are perfectly okay, right? We didn’t know he would show up.” Shawn saw your eyes flinch at the mention of previous events, so he squeezed your hands in apology. 

“Do you want me to run you a bath?” With a curt nod, Shawn stood up and worked the shower, placing some soap in with the warm water. As it filled, you stood up and began taking off your jewelry, then shoes. Looking over at Shawn, the tips of his ears were red, and his cheeks were spreading in warmth. For the first time since leaving your store, you gave a small smile. “You know, when I imagined getting naked in front of you, this wasn’t the most ideal time I’d want it to happen.”

Shawn turned around slowly, eyebrows raised and a gentle smirk on his now flushed face. “Do you want me to leave?” You shook your head, a slightly bigger smile creeping onto your face. Tears flooded your eyes, some quickly falling. “I don’t want to be alone.”

He nodded, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, you following suit. 

Shawn Mendes learned that night the most crucial lesson a book could teach you. He was taught that not everyone is strong, that they can crumble and fall. People can be sturdy, sarcastic, and overall bright and cheerful, yet when it’s time to be vulnerable, we all need someone to pick up the pieces. Shawn Mendes began to understand what it meant to love someone, even if he knew it before. 

And you learned not to fuck around with guns.

[softboywriting]

Mobbed

I was prompted to do this by an anon. A little blurb turned into a oneshot. oops. Enjoy a little protective Shawn.

Summary: You and Shawn get mobbed outside your hotel in Brazil. Tw:punching/violent moment

Word Count: 1.698

It wasn’t the first time you stepped out of a hotel room and you were greeted with Shawn’s fans. It surely wouldn’t be the last. It usually went over smoothly with you simply waving at them, saying a few hello’s and sorry’s because Shawn wasn’t with you at that time. Usually Ava, your bodyguard, escorted you past the handful of fans and got you to a waiting car. Usually, it was a pleasant experience despite the occasional jealous name calling that you had become immune to. Usually.

Today was not a “usual” day. No, today you were in Rio. Just landed over night and Shawn was still sleeping off the plane ride. You had slept during the flight so you were ready to go out and do some shopping. That was until you looked down off the balcony of your sixth floor suite and saw the crowd of people around the front of the hotel. There was forty people at least, just standing around. It was 6am. You groan.

“Come back to bed baby,” Shawn grumbles from the bed behind you. You turn to look at him and he’s on his stomach, face turned toward the balcony doors where you’re standing. His arm is hanging off the bed and he’s got the sheets around his ankles, nothing but boxers on.

“But I’m not tired,” you protest, looking down at the crowd and back to him.

Shawn turns his face into the pillow and rubs his nose against it to itch it before laying it back down and poking his lip out, silently begging you to come back to bed. How could you deny that? Shopping would have to wait. You close the balcony doors and pull the curtains closed, drastically dimming the light in the room. Shawn smiles a sleepy, smug smile. He knows he’s too convincing for your to resist.

A few hours pass and the crowd only seems to get bigger outside the hotel but you can’t stay trapped inside for the entire stay. Shawn decides he’s tired of the crowd not listening, not backing away when Jake goes out and tells them to leave. He grabs his phone and his wallet and says, “Let’s go babe, I’m not going to waste my first trip to Brazil in a stuffy hotel room.”

The two of you meet up with Jake and Ava at the end of the hall. They are talking about how we should beef up security if we were going to stay at this hotel for the rest of our time in Brazil. Shawn agrees, telling Jake to check into local agencies for support.

The scene at the front doors was like a zombie movie where the hoard of zombies are waiting, milling about, ready to attack their next meal. The hotel has set up some metal barriers along the walkway out to the street so guests can get to their valet or cabs safely, but plenty of people are ignoring them and standing on the wrong side and in front of the valet drive through. You feel bad, guilty, that the other hotel guests have to deal with these random people just because your boyfriend was booked at this hotel. “Shawn...we’re going to have to leave a hefty tip for these poor people having to put up with this.”

Shawn squeezes your hand, bringing it to his lips as he says, “I’ve got it covered. I’ve offered to comp the security gate rental, the extra security the hotel has hired for guests coming and going and I’ll comp any guest who complains for good measure.” He truly was the sweetest guy.

Jake walks in front of you while Ava follows up the rear, two large men whose names escape you, join in as you reach the doors, flanking your sides. Shawn gives your hand a squeeze and the two of you step out into the covered entrance.

Immediately you’re deafened with screaming, yelling and crying. This is the most fans you had ever seen in once place. It’s very overwhelming. Jake says something into his walkie talkie, you think you hear something along the lines of “Where is the car?”

Fans are reaching over the barriers, grabby hands coming from every direction. You stay plastered to Shawn's back, your hand in his as he leads you forward with your entourage surrounding you. The metal barriers shift, the scraping sound of aluminium on concrete is loud even over the noise. The two of you don’t make it but ten feet out the doors before all hell breaks lose.

The barricades come down, falling forward with the weight of dozens of people pressing to get a better look. Several people fall down with them, others stepping over them as the crowd closed in the three feet of space between you and them. Your heart beats wildly, hand sweaty in Shawn’s. Your group has stopped moving, Ava is yelling to Jake. Jake is yelling back. You’re sandwiched against Shawn, Ava’s back to yours. The side flank guard have their arms out to block anyone trying to get too close.

Jake says that you have to move, that the car couldn’t get into the valet because of the crowd and it was parked just outside of the drive through. Slowly, your group moves foot by foot closer to the roadway. The crowd seems to be getting bigger.

You get tripped by Ava’s boot as she steps forward against your back. This causes a small break in your security ring as the left guard pushes a couple of people back. Ava catches herself, having stumbled as well. Suddenly you were surrounded with people pushing and shoving at you. Shawn’s hand slips from yours and you’re stuck in a throng of people.

Jake looks back, and Shawn does too. There’s panic in Shawn’s eyes as you get pushed and shoved back. Ava is only a foot or two from you, but there’s people constantly in front of her. She’s trying desperately to get to you.

Using all your strength, you start pushing back. Yelling for Shawn, for Jake, for Ava. For anyone. There’s at least a dozen people saying your name, asking you questions, pawing at you for a picture. You can see Shawn, he’s coming for you with Jake and the two guards holding off fans to the best of their ability.

A guy, a paparazzi most likely, is to your left. He’s asking you questions over and over, pushing his phone in your face. You shout at him to go away, to leave you alone. But he doesn’t. He grabs your arm, pulling you back, making you lose your balance and accidentally elbow a teenage girl. You apologize profusely, voice lost in the crowd. The guy grabs for you again, this time catching your braid and pulling hard.

You scream, pain searing from your scalp. Shawn is right there, but he isn’t looking at you, not yet. No, his arm swings up over your head and you hear a dull thump and a crack behind you. He’s just punched the guy who was grabbing you. You turn for just a moment and see blood gush from the guy’s very broken nose. Shawn has his arms around you, he’s hot and sweaty and you don’t care because he’s finally with you. Ava gets through the crowd at that moment and starts very forcefully pushing people aside. You meet up with Jake and the other two guards and make it to the car with much effort.

In the car you can’t do anything but stare ahead, finally in a semi quiet place without seven billion hands touching you, you just want to be quiet . Shawn leans close, turning your head gently to look at him. “Are you alright? Did you get hurt?” his eyes are searching your face for any semblance of pain.

Your hair's a mess, braid absolutely ruined. Your clothes are all pulled, stretched and you are pretty sure your shirt might be ripped at the bottom. There’s a dull ache in your arm where someone elbowed you. “I’ll be alright.”

“God this kind of shit pisses me off!” Shawn huffs, hand falling from your face. He leans his head back and closes his eyes. “Since when is mobbing a person and their loved ones acceptable? Like, because I’m famous I lose all rights to privacy as a human being. It’s fucking disgusting.” He’s angry and rightfully so. It wasn’t very often that he got like this, only a few other times had you seen this side of him. Shawn was just so calm, so collected usually.

You look him over, his shirt is stretched out from being pulled at. His arms are covered in red marks from people’s hands tugging at him, begging him for attention. Then there was his hand. A tiny bit of blood smeared across his knuckle, skin red like a sunburn. He really hit that guy hard.

“You shouldn’t have hit that guy, Shawn. That’s going to be a mess to clean up.” It really would be a mess. There was no doubt videos circulating as you speak. What a PR nightmare. “I was okay, you could have just pulled me away and let that guy be. You didn’t have to get so-”

“He deserved it.” Shawn’s voice is low, tone warning. There was no arguing with him about it. Not right now. He was too heated.

After a few minutes Shawn grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, barely audible over the radio playing from the front of the car. “I’m sorry I got so angry. You know I’d never hurt you, right.”

Here he was thinking your silence meant you were scared of him. It didn't. You were never scared of Shawn. “I know, Shawn. I’m not angry you hit him, and I’m not scared of you. The guy was a dick.”

He leans over and kisses your head. “I love you, babe.”

You smile big and you peck his cheek as he moves away, “I love you too. Just don’t go creating any more press disasters at my expense.”

He smirks, “No promises.”

[creativewritingpracticestudio]

Dating Sid Wilson (Slipknot) Would Include:

I love Sid :) this is relatively SFW, but feel free to let me know if you’d like a NSFW version! Also…you guys should request more Slipknot stuff (specifically stuff with Corey, Joey and Sid). Sorry for my inactivity as of late, I know it’s weird that I used to be so active and now I haven’t published anything in a while, I’ve just been so busy. Now I have time, though, so expect more content soon!

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of Sid getting injured a lot and throwing up a lot, very brief mentions of drug and alcohol use, marijuana use (mostly just talk of the munchies lmao)

Permanent Taggers: @smokeandmirrorz @holyjunkie99 @overlyobsessedfangirl @slashevilsister @julessworldd @agroupiewhore

Slipknot Taggers: None, but let me know if you’d like to be one!

Probably meeting him at a Slipknot concert. I can imagine Sid spotting you in the crowd and instantly deciding that he has to meet you, so he fucking dives into the crowd and just crowd surfs over to you so he can slip you a backstage pass (discreetly, though, so the crowd doesn’t try to mob you for it). After the show, you go backstage to meet him and he comes up to you looking absolutely insane: sweaty as fuck, gas mask askew, face paint smeared, jumpsuit half unzipped, it’s a sight to behold. But then he takes the gas mask off and you see how cute he is and how friendly he looks and you’re instantly at ease with him. The two of you talk for a while and he’s clearly into you but he can’t ask you on a date yet because the band is on tour and there’s no time, so instead he asks for your phone number and promises he’ll call you every night until the tour ends and he can take you on a real date (and he keeps his promise!)

Speaking of phone calls, Sid acts like he’ll physically drop dead if he doesn’t call you at least once a day. He’ll be somewhere in another country and call you after a concert, totally forgetting that it’s like 4am where you live, and be very confused as to why you sound so tired and grumpy. You put up with it because you love him, but occasionally you’re tempted to do the same thing to him just to be petty. He likes to call you to tell you about the concert and to ask about your day and all that good stuff, but he also likes calling you for absolutely no reason. He’ll call you to tell you what he ate for lunch or to let you know that his head hurts or to complain about how Shawn is being mean to him, and meanwhile you’ll be standing in the middle of a Walmart holding the phone to your ear and slowly realizing that you’re dating a toddler. You get annoyed sometimes, but you also appreciate his willingness to stay close with you even when he’s away on tour. It’s nice to know that he likes talking to you and does it because he wants to, not because he feels like he has to.

Being friends with some of Sid’s other bandmates. Initially you were worried that they weren’t going to like you and would see you as the Yoko Ono of the group, but they all turned out to be pretty cool and you’ve become very close with a few of them. You and Sid regularly hang out with Corey, Joey, Chris, and a few other bandmates at least a couple times each week, going to bowling alleys and arcades and weird restaurants and stuff like that. You also hang out with all of them backstage before and after concerts, and that’s where some of the grossest and most hilarious things happen. The whole band has a disturbing sense of humor, but it at least keeps things interesting.

Hospital visits. So. Many. Hospital visits. Sid gets at least one serious injury a week and at least a few minor injuries a day, so you’ve learned to keep a first aid kit on hand. If hospitals had those loyalty punch cards like coffee shops have, you’d have won several free hospital visits by now. You’ve also learned to get used to Sid puking a lot, because for some reason it’s very common for him. When you first started dating him you were in a constant state of worry and panic and would fuss over him if he got even the slightest of injuries (which he didn’t mind at all), but now you’ve learned to just let him do his thing.

Late night snack runs. Sid’s kind of a stoner (shocking, I know), so he tends to get super hungry at very inconvenient times; usually, it’s around one or two in the morning. You both throw on random clothes, grab a massive wad of cash, and walk down to a 24 hour convenience store to stock up on as many snacks as you can carry. It’s definitely one of his more expensive habits, but at least the two of you always have a nicely stocked pantry. It was weird being out so late at first, but now the late night snack runs are one of your favorite things to do.

Watching Sid come up with new beats and mess around with his turntables. As a DJ, he’s always trying to find new ideas for songs, and you like to watch him cuz he gets so focused and it’s adorable. He likes to ask your opinion because you know how to be honest with him but in a nice way. Sometimes he even lets you play around with the turntables, and he’s tried to teach you how to use them on multiple occasions although you always forget how to do it. Occasionally he tries to convince you to let him record you messing around with the turntables (he thinks the bad playing would sound really cool as a beat for one of his next songs), but you always flatly refuse.

Naps. A whole lotta naps. Sid’s usually pretty high-energy, but he saves up all of this energy for concerts by taking at least one nap each day, usually in the hotel room that the two of you share or (in very rare cases) on a couch in one of the backstage rooms. He likes when you sit on the couch with him so he can lay his head on your lap and let you play with his hair until he finally falls asleep.

Becoming something of an icon to the Slipknot fanbase. At first, Sid tried to keep his relationship with you private because he didn’t want you to have to deal with being hounded by fans and by the paparazzi, but once the relationship got serious and you made it clear you didn’t mind his fame, he finally started talking about you and showing you off to the fans. He tells stories about you in interviews, he shares photos of you on social media, and he brings you along to special events like red carpet walks and meet and greets. You love talking to his fans and riffing with Sid on the red carpet when he’s being interviewed, and because of that you’ve become very popular with the fanbase. Seriously, there’s tons of compilations of you on YouTube (some with Sid, some with just you), tons of appreciation posts about you on social media, and at least a few different accounts from fans about how nice you were to them when they met you. Even if you and Sid were to break up (god forbid that ever happens), you’d still have a pretty big fanbase of your own.

Going on all kinds of cool dates with Sid. Sid’s not really one for super romantic, gushy, stereotypical dates like candlelit dinners or picnics, but he does like going on dates that are fun and interesting for both of you. Laser tag, cool museums, retro arcades, themed hotels; he never seems to run out of ideas. Sid loved spending time with you and he especially loves making you laugh, so he’d much rather take you to a comedy club or to see a funny movie than to get dressed up in uncomfortably formal clothes and sit in a stuffy, overpriced restaurant for two hours. Some people might judge the two of you for not having the traditional romantic dates, but you don’t care. You and Sid show just as much passion and affection for each other as other couples do, and you have fun while doing it.

Being the first person to see Sid’s new masks (besides him, obviously). Whether it’s an entirely new mask all together or just his current mask with some new alterations made, he loves showing them to you and seeing your reaction. He’s super proud of his masks, especially the ones with animatronics, and you’re always excited to see them and to give feedback on them. He lets you try them on and usually tells you that you look way better in his masks than he does.

Movie nights! You and Sid always try to set aside one day each week for watching a movie together. You get the bed all set up (tons of blankets and pillows), you get the food ready (usually Chinese takeout or pizza, plus a ton of snacks), and then you spend an hour debating over what to watch. Sid usually tries to convince you to watch one of the transformers movies (and he wins like 95% of the time) but he’s also pretty good about letting you pick a movie to watch after the transformers movie is over. You watch everything from cheesy horror movies to old comedies to indie films to weird obscure movies that Sid somehow finds on the Internet.

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time - A Mob! Shawn Mendes Series

I recommend reading PULSE first, its the prequel to this. 

Part 2

PLOT: When a ordinary waitress (Y/N) (Y/N) witnesses a murder after working late at the diner one night, the last this she expects is to catch the eye of Shawn Mendes, a known gangster.

Hope y’all enjoy! Feed back of any kind is appreciated💛🌻

“Now you make sure you get home safe, ya hear?” (Y/N) turned to smile at Deloris, the older waitress she worked with who treated (Y/N) like a daughter. “I will, I’ll text you when I’m home.” Deloris nodded pulling her think black coat on over the baby pink waitress uniform. “Have a good night with Jerome.” (Y/N) grinned knowing it was date night for the married couple of twenty years. With a cheeky wink Deloris walked out the front door, throwing a wave to (Y/N) as she locked the doors and shut the blinds. 

Feeling energy left over from the rush of a Friday evening in the diner (Y/N) walked over to where the aux cord was connecting her phone hitting shuffle on her music.

Filling up the mop bucket she sang and danced along to the music as she cleaned, taking advantage of the wet floor as she slid along, a giggle escaping her as she almost slipped. 

-

Putting away the mop and turning the lights off, she made her way into the kitchen she stopped and glared at the large garbage bag sitting by the door groaning. “Damn it Greg!” She huffed slipping on a pair of rubber gloves, as DNNC - Still Good busted through the headphones she just tucked into her ears. “Swear I’m gonna beat that boys ass some day.” She groaned nudging open the back door, heaving the heavy bag out into the ally behind the diner. 

“We just started talking and taking to into fighting-“ she sang softly throwing the bag into the large bin outside. “We’re still gooood together-“ her eyes widened as she turned and found four men frozen mid fight staring at her. She slowly stepped back only to bump into a chest. Looking up at a ginger who was holding her arms by her sides she gulped and closed her eyes. 

A scream left her lips as she watched the curly hair man shoot the two men in front of him as another guy stood wiping blood from his lip. The sudden adrenaline flooded her veins. Throwing her upper body forward she then threw it back, the back of her head colliding with the mans nose. “Oh fuck!” He yelled his grip loosening enough for (Y/N) to pull her arms free. 

Without looking back she ran, her white Fila trainers beating against the concrete as she ran. Her lungs burned and tears stung the sides of her eyes but the adrenaline kept pushing her and soon she found herself sitting on the couch of her apartment with her hands tucked between her legs and her eyes staring unfocused at the blank TV.

-

It was like she was on Auto Pilot. She woke up with a pounding headache, showered, had breakfast and was off to work without a second thought. 

Breezing through the morning, the usual people came in for breakfast before work then went on with their day. 

Deloris stared at (Y/N) as she cleaned the same table for the third time before she smacked the piece of gum in her mouth, sticking the pencil she had he doodling with into her Afro. 

“(Y/N)? Baby you okay?” She muttered as she put her hand on (Y/N)’s arm. Jumping as the girl whipped around with wide eyes.

“Honey what happened after I left you yesterday?” She asked ushering (Y/N) to sit down. 

“I- He- They-“ she shook her head as tears filled her eyes. “There was a fight- a gang? I don’t know but I- I’m a witness to something.” She paused looking at Deloris with pleading eyes. 

Deloris looked over her shoulder, the diner now empty beside one older couple at the far side. “Okay, okay now listen to me.” Deloris took hold of (Y/N)’s hands. “Did they see you leaving here?” She bowed her head as (Y/N) nodded. “Okay they’re going to come here. They’ll probably wait to get you alone. You act clueless. You didn’t see shit y’hear?” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she nodded. The bell of the door breaking them apart as a family walked in. “Now get out of your head baby, if you clean this table once more it might fall through.” A giggle left her lips making (Y/N) laugh along standing. Auto Pilot taking control again.

X

It was later in the evening during the dinner rush that (Y/N) felt eyes on her. She had clocked the curly haired man out of the corner of her eye as she set down a families order before walking away with a smile, straight past him with her head held up confidently into the back kitchen as if to her a order. 

Once the swinging doors shut her knees turned to jelly as she grasped the counter. Deloris looked up from the freezer she was digging through to find (Y/N) as white as their aprons. “Which one is it?” Was all Deloris said her eyes peeking out the hole in the wall they used to pass food out from the kitchen. “Curly hair, white suit.” Deloris nodded pulling the pencil from her hair and note pad out “find the strawberry ice cream will you?” She asked before disappearing out the doors. 

With the ice cream in hand (Y/N) walked out the doors and stayed behind the counter making a strawberry milkshake, looking in the reflection of a cup above her to see Deloris taking his order and walking back. She tore the order off hanging it on the clip with the rest of them while standing next to (Y/N). “Big order, he’s gonna be here a while.” Chewing on her lip (Y/N) cursed softly before walking to the table next to his dropping off the milk shake. “Enjoy honey.” She smiled at the kid who ordered it before walking away. 

-

“Just leave!” (Y/N) whispered to herself cleaning down the counter as the man sat with one arm over the back of the booth, the other playing with sugar packets on the table. 

Deloris blew out her cheeks as she passed her with a large tray of dishes, walking into the back of the kitchen. 

(Y/N) continued to clean, humming along to the juke box as she walked to the other end of the diner drifting off into thought, almost screaming when she turned to come face to face with the man. 

“Jesus Christ! Can I help you?” She asked with more attitude than intended her hand squeezing the rag she was holding. “I don’t know maybe you can.” He grinned at her. “Do we know each other?” He questioned, eyes staring into hers waiting for some kind of reacting. Keeping her face cool (Y/N) pulled a confused face. “Sorry I can’t say we do?” Shawn tilted his head. “I swear I’ve seen you somewhere....recently.” She felt his breath brushing over her forehead with how close he had got, the sudden feeling of having her personal space invaded made her push a hand to his chest pushing him back. 

“Look pal, I don’t know you. You don’t know me. End of.” She glared up into his eyes. Raising an eyebrow Shawn put his hands up with a grin. “My bad sweetheart, now that I think of it I’m sure I’d remember someone as beautiful as you.” Unable to stop it a scoff leaves (Y/N)’s lips as she props a hand on her hip. “It’s almost closing time, order something or leave.” She sassed before walking around him, making her way onto the back kitchen, dropping like bricks to the floor as the doors closed, the ringing of the bell at the door signalling he left. 

Deloris dropped to the floor next to her, her eyes searching for any injuries. “Where did the sass come from?” She couldn’t help but giggle. “Hear that huh?” (Y/N) said with a small laugh as she lay flat on the ground feeling her heart pounding in her chest. 

-

Shawn climbed into the back of Brian’s car with a smirk still on his face. “So?” Connor asked. Shawn leaned back in his seat nodding his head. “It’s her but I don’t think it’ll be an issue-“ he paused as he watched her dance through the window of the diner, the other waitress dancing with her holding a ketchup bottle as a microphone. “-I think I’ll come back tomorrow, just to be sure.”

Brian turned in his seat to face Shawn, his two back eyes and bandaged nose almost making Shawn burst with laughter. “You sure this isn’t about you wanting something else?” He let out a yelp and Shawn tapped his nose. “Just drive.” He grunted looking back into the diner seeing her laughing and was unable to stop a smile spreading onto his own face.

[lu-morningstar]

Jealous - Shawn Mendes

request: hey can i get a jealous shawn imagine? we argue and then it’s fluff no smut please

a/n: i have been writing this since it was requested, featuring Tom Holland :)

pairing: Shawn Mendes x female!reader

word count: 1933

warnings: angst with happy ending, mentions of mental health (implied depression and anxiety)

Feedback, comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

You and Shawn met when you were chosen to feature in one of the remixes of his song Stitches, he was a rising singer on the Billboard charts, and you were Nick's young promising actress and singer; both of you wanted to make a career out of what you loved. That was almost 5 years ago, a period in which the two of you collaborated on a song for your second album, attended each other concerts, and more moments that, after being friends for a couple of years, ultimately led to a romantic relationship blossoming between the two of you. After a few months, it became public to the world, and everyone decided they had something to say and/or wanted to get a piece of their relationship.

Things calmed down until you were cast in Cherry, an indie movie by the Russo Brothers, meaning you had to leave LA for almost 3 months to film in Cleveland with Tom Holland. He was the main actor in the movie, and you were the supporting actress that played a significant role in his character's life. Since several of your scenes with Tom were filmed outdoors or in a semi-public location, sometimes gossip sites would take photos of the both of you and leak them to the public, having a field day by making you look like the villain of the story. It wouldn't bother you so much if they weren't taking a toll on your relationship; Shawn started to ignore your texts, cut your calls short, and ultimately, canceled his quick trip to Cleveland. Yes, he was busy with the making of his album, but he was also feeling jealous from out-of-context pictures and made-up stories from the tabloids. 

"...I just don't think we should talk about this through the phone, Shawn." You murmured to avoid dragging more attention to yourself, you were running late to the makeup trailer, but you didn't want to end the call yet; you were hoping he would finally drop the subject. 

"Then how are we going to, y/n? I can't leave LA and you can't leave Cleveland." even though he couldn't see you, you shook your head as you heard the sound of an acoustic guitar in the background, meaning he was in a writing session. 

“You can, you just didn’t want to-" 

"I can’t Y/N, I really can’t. I’m way behind on some songs and-"

"You said that the same last time, Shawn. And honestly, you are the one being unreasonable here. There's nothing more than friendship between Tom and me." you recalled him. He was silent, making the distorted voices and guitar sounds louder in your ear; you still caught some of his breathing through the device, though. "Alright, I don't have time Shawn. I'm already late to work, call me later." you ended the call as you arrived at hair and makeup, ready to become someone else to forget your current problems with your boyfriend. 

It was way past midnight; you were in your trailer, already done with a bad day of shooting, and in the comfort of your bed when he called again. The conversation was okay until he brought back the whole unfunded jealousy thing, then you reprimand him for going out with his friends when he said he was too busy with work, and it just escalated quickly from there. You ended the call, having enough of his false accusations and lack of trust. How blind was he to not see you were hurting? And that he was partially causing it. 

It was the last conversation before he stopped answering your calls or texts. 

After almost 6 hours of flying, you arrived at LAX airport past noon; your assistant and bodyguard were waiting for you due to a mob of people waiting for you. You took some pictures and made small talk with them before saying goodbye and getting into your car, a Range Rover that would take you to Shawn's condo. You didn't appreciate the view on your way there, too tired and emotionally drained from the movie scenes you filmed; to say this film was a challenge was an understatement.

Once you got home, you dismissed your assistant and telling her to notify your driver that you were leaving in 40 minutes.

"You took a breath as you lean back on the couch, the place was clean and tidy, with some vanilla scent in the air, it was the work of the cleaning service and not Shawn, who was clearly too busy to clean his place or pick you up from the airport. You knew that after that call it would take a lot of time to move to a better situation. 

After a quick shower, a change of clothes, and a stop at a fast-food chain to get a bite, you arrived at the studio where Shawn was recording. Luckily, you didn't disrupt any song recording, but you did interrupt what Shawn was telling his sound producer to do with a snippet of the song he was currently working on. You apologized to him and everyone in the room for interrupting their creative moment.

"Why don't we take 10, guys," Shawn said, taking in your presence in his space. Their coworkers, including Teddy, said their hellos on the way out, leaving Shawn and you alone in the room. "What are you doing here?" he asked you before sitting on the couch, far away from the console, and you.

"What do you mean with what I'm doing here, Shawn? I leave for 3 months, let you know that I'm arriving today and you can't even tell me you are not picking me from the airport."

"I'm busy, y/n," he said raising his voice, spreading and moving his arms around to signal the place. "I can't just cancel studio sessions for you," you looked down, pouting to his harsh response, playing with the sleeves of the hoodie you decided to wear; it was his. "not when the album needs to be done next month." he ran his fingers through his hair and tugged on some strands as he leaned back. "I'm under a lot of pressure."

"Oh, and you think I'm not? The Russos told me we might have to reshot in 3 months. You think I wanna feel or look like this again?" your voice broke, tears inundated your eyes, you blinked to don't let them free fall.

You accepted the role of Emily knowing that she was a character with diverse feelings and changes in her life, perhaps not like Tom's character, but still complex in her own way. What you didn't know was that interpreting her would be very emotionally exhausting, to the point of losing yourself for a moment and confusing her life with yours. You knew that Tom was going through the same thing, even worse some days, that's why his brother was there during production. You just wished Shawn could have been there too for you, but he was too busy in LA. That's why you were hanging out most of the time with him, talking about how challenging it was to interpret these characters was what helped both of you to don't let yourselves get lost in them. The Spiderman on-set anecdotes were great too to distract you from shooting until midnight or really early in the morning.

"Babe, I didn't know you-" he got up from the sofa, getting close to where you were standing, almost in the same place since you arrived.

"I told you how I felt," You interrupt him, your bottom lip jutting out and your voice breaking again, but this time the tears do fall on your cheeks, making a river that ends on your neck. "and you know what you told me? 'I'm writing with Ed Sheeran tomorrow'." You both said the last line together, with almost the same deception tone in your voices.

He took a couple of strands and engulfed you in a hug. You have always found his arms comforting, but this time it felt like they were trapping you and cutting your air supply. You broke the contact, inhaling all the air you didn't know you were missing as you wiped the tears from your face. You noticed how his eyes were glossy and his cheeks were redder.

"I'm sorry," he looked at your eyes and wiped a tear from your left cheek. "I'm so sorry, y/n" He kissed your temple and held your face with one of his hands before hugging you again; it was warm and comforting again. 

After that, the both of you sat down on the couch of the living room; it was neutral territory, a good place to start talking about the jealousy Shawn had towards your friendship with Tom and your resentment towards Shawn. It took some weeks and more conversations to sort things out but it happened; Shawn and you were going stronger than ever. You also decided to take some therapy sessions, to talk about the events of your relationship and the blurred line between you and Emily. It helped you to interpret her again for a scene the Russos wanted to incorporate in the film. 

After doing press almost non-stop for the past 2 weeks with Tom and the directors, the night finally arrived. The movie would be out for all the world to watch it. No nerves at all, right? 

"Nervous?" Shawn asked as the limo took a turn, the place of the event was getting closer and closer. 

"Yeah, but the good kind." 

"It means you care, love." he took your right hand with his left one, giving it a tight squeeze before pressing a kiss on it.

You arrived at the premiere hosted by Apple+, a man opened the door seat, Shawn went out first and gave you his hand to help you out of the car. People were shouting, and some flashes of the photographers' cameras blinded you for a second as you walked the red carpet with Shawn, your left arm interlocked with his right one. The flashes made the fabric of your grey Givenchy suit shine more, a pair of matching heels, minimal jewelry, and natural glowy makeup completed the look for tonight.  'She's glowing, like a goddess' he thought, as he held you from your waist now. 

Pictures were taken but when the photographers, realized that one of your rings, the one on your left ring finger, reflected more lights than the others they went crazy. The shouts got louder, asking for more poses and pictures, the both of you smiled, indulging them. After more pics and interviews on the carpet, everyone went inside the theater to watch the movie.

The next day was plage with pictures and articles about the movie, and about the engagement reveal at the premiere. Pictures of you looking at Shawn while your left hand was in his pec, showing the ring he gave you a couple of weeks ago, in the privacy and comfort of your new shared house. And of him looking at you when you were staring at the cameras. And his personal favorite, the one with his brown gaze on your y/e/c-colored eyes, making the both of you smile wider. 

‘Y/N Y/L/N & Shawn Mendes engaged!’

‘Shawn Mendes officially off the market! The Canadian star is now engaged to Cherry’s actress Y/N Y/L/N’ 

‘Y/N Y/L/N shows off engagement ring on movie premiere’ 

'Cherry’s actress Y/N Y/L/N talks engagement and movie struggles' 

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