#not one look worth looking at twice im so sorry. she’s literally just thin… like the fashion was not there

[naramdil]

im so sorry but anyone fawning over the ambani wedding looks needs to reassess their sense of taste. is it actually good or are you just impressed bc theyre billionaires … like be so serious there was not a bit of glamour and opulence worth being impressed by. theyre so busy trying to impress by buying high profile guests that the actual bride had like zero presence and personality. I’m sure that makes her the ideal candidate for a daughter in law but it’s actually baffling to see people being impressed by her wedding looks bc they were genuinely so uninspired

[motherlifesucher-archives]

my everything l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

a/n: kinda short but I really needed to post something. I’ll hopefully by able to finish the first part of a Hogwarts!Shawn series soon <3. Hope you enjoy it.

OH AND THIS IS FOR THE ANON WHO REQUESTED AN IMAGINE FEATURING TOM HOLLAND! It’s not much but I hope you like it <3

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) get in a fight hours before she’s badly injured shooting her new movie. (I shamelessly included Tom Holland on this, im sorry lol)

Everybody knew you and Shawn were together.

It had taken one sneaky paparazzi to capture you holding hands while you were hanging out four months into the relationship.

Both your agent and publicist, more strictly than Shawn’s, had warned you that being seen with him was going to be bad for you, more importantly, your career, since his large fanbase was mostly teenage girls who didn’t care to think twice before going on Twitter and start speeding rumors about yourself, jeopardizing your career.

So it was safe to say your entire team was pretty bummed when the news got out; telling you off because you weren’t able to keep it a secret for at least a bit more time. Even Marvel, who you were shooting for at the time, were mad because they didn’t want one of their new recruits to have a damaged reputation.

All of this had happened almost a week ago; exactly on the same day you were visiting Shawn on the last show of the North American leg of the tour, and the two days you were supposed to spend together to relax before he had to fly to LA for the VMAs and you back to Atlanta to keep filming.

Long story short; the Boston show was a nightmare.

You were paranoid about people knowing where you were, constantly receiving texts from your agent who was monitoring paparazzi and the spots were fans could see you, which made Shawn extremely upset.

Upset because this was your first show attending as his girlfriend and you were finally going to meet his family and feel part of Shawn’s team and instead of enjoying it, you were looking extremely anxious at every person who crossed the door or even talked to you, which led to an argument as everyone was celebrating the last show of the leg.

You were on Shawn’s dressing room, trying to control yourself and your breathing when the door opened, making you jump. A sigh of relief escaped your lips when you saw Shawn, but he only chuckled.

“Oh, so you are even flinching when I get to the room?” Shawn questioned you with an eyebrow raised.

“Shawn...” you closed your eyes, trying to hold back the tears.

“Don’t. Seriously, don’t even try to deny that you have been avoiding everyone tonight.”

“I wasn’t going to deny it.”

“Good. Then can you tell me why you decided to act this way today? A very important day, if you don't mind me reminding you.” 

“You know what’s going on, Shawn. I’m sorry I’m letting it get the best of me but I can’t help it.” you said placing your head on your hands.

“Is this about your manager thing? are you serious?” he huffed.

“It’s not just my manager, Shawn. It’s my entire team, plus, if you forgot, freaking Marvel is upset that my reputation as an actress will be damaged because of this whole drama.” you responded bitterly.

“Drama? Oh, so now us being together is drama.” 

“Shawn, just give me some time! You have to admit your fans can be a bit harsh, and your career is getting more successful every day and that makes things harder; for me, for us...”

“So now my career it’s a problem?”

You closed your eyes and sighed, “You know I didn't mean it like that, I’m sorry.”

Shawn remained silent.

“Maybe you should just go. If you’re not willing to be with me because of your career then leave, I'm really not willing to be in a relationship that will be filled with fear and anger.”

“Neither am I, but just give me some time. Shawn, please.” you said on a thin voice.

“This is a big night for me, so please, just... Just leave.” he said scratching the back of his neck.

You harshly bit your lower lip, somehow thinking that would stop your tears from falling as you walked to collect your Calvin Klein leather bag. 

“Can you at least call me? I really like you, this is just hard for me” you said fixing your eyes on his.

His expression was difficult to read; he looked angry yet sad. He closed his eyes and sighed before answering:

“I know. Be safe”

And with that he exited the room, going back to the celebration he deserved.

Today was the day you were supposed to spend with Shawn after the show, but after countless texts from your part, Shawn told you he preferred to spend his time with his family.

Meaning you were stuck in your hotel room for another two days, trying to figure out whether or not you and Shawn were still a couple.

You craved to go back to the days were the two of you were just hanging out, with flirty looks and shy smiles, and then to the days were you would just make out on the couch, forgetting about the world outside.

Now, that seemed so far away yet the only thing you wanted was to rest your head on his thigh as he stroked your hair and kiss his plump lips.

Deciding to do something useful, you took the watermarked script with your name written on the center; even if you had gone through the lines over and over again, it felt like it wasn’t enough.

Almsot two hours later your phone rang, making you literally drop the script t the floor and looking for the phone, hoping it was Shawn who wanted to talk and spend the next day with you.

But instead, it was a text message that read:

‘Heard you’re in Boston?’

Even if it wasn’t the text you were waiting for, it made you smile anyway.

‘What? Are you spying on me, Holland?’

‘You wish. I’m in New York. You up for some adventure before heading to Atlanta?’

You wanted to say no, but knowing that Shawn probably still didn’t want to see you and you definitely weren’t planning on staying at the hotel for another two days, decided to call your manager, just in case, who thought the idea of you and Tom hanging out was perfect.

‘See you tomorrow, idiot’

You sighed and bit your lips, internally debating on whether or not you should feel Shawn that you were leaving Boston. As usual, your fingers were faster than your brain as you texted him, letting him know you weren’t going to stay around and that you were still waiting for him to call.

No answer arrived.

-

Working for Marvel meant them watching your every step, which was both a good and bad thing.

Bad, because of all the things named before and good, because they were amazing at solving problems and making your life easier.

Like getting you a private plane in the matter of an hour.

Your team managed to get you a room on the same hotel Tom was staying, so you made plans to meet at the gym.

Putting on your favorite sports bra and leggings, you made your way to the gym, where you saw your co-star already lifting.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” you teased him and smiled.

“Hey you,” he greeted with his British accent. “It’s so good to see you”

“Wish I could say the same” he was going to answer you but his personal trainer appeared.

“Hey (y/n), didn’t know you where here.” he waved at you, since he was the trainer Marvel appointed for Tom, which meant he was always around.

“Yeah, I guess I needed some time before going back to the set” you shrugged.

The conversation continued as both you and Tom worked out, but as you saw Tom start putting the hand wraps, an idea popped in your mind.

“Think you can beat me at boxing?” you said raising an eyebrow.

“I could do it on my sleep.” Tom answered cockily.

“Wanna discover it?” 

“You’re on.” He chuckled.

Two hours later, you were on the hotel room, checking your Instagram story, where you had posted videos of you and Tom working out, which made everyone go crazy.

Including Shawn.

´So, you left Boston to go hang out with another guy? Smooth.’

You almost threw your phone against the wall, finally deciding it was enough of the fight.

‘Sorry, would’ve let you know but you were so busy not answering my texts’

His answer didn’t take long.

‘I don’t know if I can be with someone who runs away at the first fight’

‘Good, let me know when you decide’

Shawn had been going over the fight over and over again for the past days. 

He knew how difficult it was to be in the spotlight, yet he couldn’t bring himself to understand your point of view.

He really wanted to, but he just couldn’t, making him think over and over again if the relationship was worth it.

If keeping a relationship with one person on the move was hard, keeping it with both parts involved constantly traveling was almost insane, but he didn’t want it any other way, because just by seeing your eyes everything was worth it.

and that’s when he knew he had to call you and figure things out.

It was going to be difficult, since he hadn’t returned your last text wishing him luck on the VMAs performance that had taken place two days ago, but he was hopeful.

He was ready to pick up the phone and dial your number but someone beat him to it.

it was an unknown number.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Is this Shawn Mendes?” the person asked and Shawn rolled his eyes, thinking it was a fan or a journalist who had managed to get his number.

“Yes, do I know you?”

“I’m afraid not, but my name is Kevin, I work for MCU and I was told to call you because (y/n) got in an accident while performing a scene.”

Shawn swore his heart stopped beating for a moment before he felt it on his throat.

“What?” Shawn asked in disbelief.

“She’s being transported to the nearest hospital right now. She lost consciousness for a moment, but now they’re assessing her injuries...” 

“I’m on my way, can you please text me the details?” Shawn asked frantically and Kevin agreed.

Shawn took a moment to collect his thoughts before calling Andrew, asking him to arrange him a flight to Atlanta as soon as possible (and it turned out Andrew was just as useful as Marvel and got him a private plane)

While on the flight, Shawn couldn’t stop thinking how injured you were, and even if the two of you were still a couple, after all, he had been kind of a bad boyfriend.

A car was waiting for him outside and while he was on the way to the hospital, he typed your name and noticed that news of the accident were already being spread, and his twitter timeline was filled with messages for you, which meant there were reporters outside the hospital as well as some fans.

He couldn’t stop biting his nails and when he realized, a small smile appear on his face as he pictured you telling him to stop ‘that horrible habit’

The driver did his best to drop him somewhere he wouldn’t be seen, but it was almost impossible. 

He kept his head low, didn’t open his mouth to say anything; he just hurried his way inside the hospital and asked for you. He was directed to the third floor, where he found some familiar faces and one that almost made him laugh, the one and only, Tom Holland.

He had never been jealous after seeing the Instagram story of you and him boxing, by the way.

Or at least that’s what Shawn told himself as he greeted the British actor who was wearing sweats over the Spider-Man costume and had a worried expression on his face.

“Do you know what happened?” Shawn asked Tom quietly.

“She jumped from a stair and was supposed to land in this net but something went wrong and she missed it. It looked pretty bad” Tom answered grimacing at the thought.

“Don’t you have stunt doubles to do that?” Shawn asked between gritted teeth, earning a chuckle from Tom.

“They’re for riskier scenes, and both me and her are one of the youngest on set so we like performing most of the action parts.”

“You people are crazy.” Shawn muttered.

After the small conversation, Tom was called by a man on a suit. They started talking and Shawn was by himself, with his emotions all over the place.

He was worried.

Worried because no one had said something about your condition, and worried because he didn’t know what your reaction would be after you saw him.

He knew your parents weren’t there and the only people surrounding him were people who worked with you, making him the closest person to you in the room, and maybe you didn’t even want him to be there.

Maybe this Kevin guy had called him because he knew Shawn was your boyfriend, not because you requested it or something.

So when a doctor came out and asked for your family, he didn’t even realize when he was standing, asking the professional how bad was the situation.

The doctor said it could’ve been worse, since your neck had suffered major injuries and there were a couple of bruised ribs, but nothing more than that.

You were actually wide awake and asking for whoever was there.

It was either him or Tom, but when your co-star patted him on the back, he knew it was him.

He followed the doctor as he tried to control his breathing; it was too much for just a week.

And all his emotions seemed to go even crazier when he saw the surprised look on your face.

“What are you doing here?” you asked him.

“I... I came to see you.” he scratched the back of his neck.

“I thought we were over.” you said a bit bitterly.

Shawn sighed and took a step closer to the bed,

“I never said that...”

“Well, I thought not answering my texts or calls was enough to let me know.”

“I was kind of a jerk, and I’m sorry...” he took a deep breath. “It was so fucking scary to receive that phone call telling me you were in an accident, I thought the worse and it made me realize how much you mean to me.” he confessed.

You rolled your eyes, “you have the worst way of realizing stuff.”

“Yeah, I'm sorry about that.”

“It’s fine.”

None of you spoke again, the only thing that was heard was the sound of the machines.

“How are you feeling?” Shawn asked feeling silly since he hadn’t even checked on how you were feeling before trying to fix things.

“I’ve been better,” you chuckled. “But it could’ve been worse, I guess?”

“It could’ve been way worse, you’re one lucky girl.” he said finally seating on the edge of the bed.

“I guess so,” you smiled at him. “Dude, you have to get closer or I won’t be able to kiss you.”

Shawn let out a heartily laugh before shaking his head and moving until he was face to face with you.

“Hi” he said with a smile.

“Hey, you’re ridiculously handsome.”

“So I've been told.”

and with that your lips finally collided together, making you fall for each other all over again. Every tear and bitter moment were erased as you enjoyed the feeling of each other’s lips.

“I made the worst first impression on your mom.” you whined on his lips.

“It’s okay, she actually liked you.” Shawn chuckled, pecking your lips once again.

“Did she really?” 

“Yeah, but she was confused, though.” 

“I guess I have some work to do, then.”

“You can always come to my place wearing this thing on your neck, there’s no way she’ll dislike you.” Shawn pointed at the neck brace.

“That’s mean.” you smiled.

“Don’t act like you aren’t considering it!” 

“I won’t admit it out loud.” you giggled before whining because of the bruised ribs.

“Then you’re just as mean as I am.”

Shawn spent the entire day with you, only leaving to change his clothes an take a shower. The doctor said they were keeping you for at least another day and Shawn was more than happy to bring his laptop so you could watch Netflix together.

“I think this pays off for the days we missed in Boston.” you said squeezing Shawn’s hand.

“Totally does,” he was going to continue talking but your phone interrupted him.

“Can you pass it to me, baby please.” you asked and Shawn nodded. 

He grabbed the phone and his eyes widened as he noticed who was calling you. Shawn called your name dragging the last letter and with a tone of disbelief.

“Robert Downey Jr. is calling you on FaceTime.”

“Oh my God, give it to me!” you told him, trying to fix your hair, but it was impossible.

“You are so taking me to the set one of these days.”

“Of course, now give me the damn phone!” you laughed.

“You are the best girlfriend ever.”

“I know.” 

Things were just fine.