#shawn mendes au imagine

[riptidewaters]

Lover

(Harry Potter x fem! Reader! (NAMED)

Charlotte scribbled random lyrics on the parchment she had gotten, the quiet of the library comforted her,

‘Ladies and gentlemen will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand,

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my,

Lover’

She hummed slightly, making up her own tune, ‘Charlotte!’ Her head shot up, looking at her friend, ‘You coming? We have transfiguration in 10.’ Nodding and getting up hastily, Charlotte gathered her things, not noticing the parchment she had been writing on, had been left behind.

‘Sod off Ron.’ Harry said, declining him having a crush on Ginny, he entered the library and shot a slight smile to the librarian. He walked towards a desk and sat down taking his books and parchment out of his book bag and placing them in front of him, when he noticed a piece of slightly yellowed parchment innocently sitting on the desk, pulling the piece of paper towards him and glanced at the hastily scribbled writing on the paper, smiling and reading the lyrics he jotted down his own, adding the words under the previously written verse,

‘Look in my eyes, They will tell you the truth,

The girl in my story will always be you,

I’d go down with the titanic it’s true,

For you…..Lover’

He smiled to himself, leaving the parchment where he found it, not knowing who the original writer was but feeling a strange connection to them.

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Charlotte came back to the library later, realizing she’d left her lyrics behind. She was surprised to find someone had added to them, and the new lines felt like they were meant just for her. Her friends, noticing her excitement, started teasing her.

“Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer!” one of them joked.

“Your perfect match, writing love songs for you,” another chimed in.

Blushing, but intrigued, Charlotte decided to add another verse, leaving the parchment on the desk again.

---

The next day, Harry returned to the library, surprised but pleased to find the parchment still there. And now, there was more:

Harry’s heart raced as he added his own lines beneath hers.

Feeling bold, he grabbed another piece of parchment and wrote:

“Are you real, or am I just dreaming? Leave me another verse, and maybe one day we’ll meet. – Your Songmate”

He left the two parchments together on the desk, hoping whoever wrote the first part would respond.

---

Days passed, and Charlotte and Harry continued their secret exchange through the parchment, each adding verses and little notes, never revealing their identities. Charlotte found herself thinking more and more about her mystery songmate, while Harry couldn’t stop wondering who the girl behind the lyrics was. His friends started noticing how lost in thought he’d become.

“Harry, what’s got you smiling like that all the time?” Ron asked, nudging him.

“Yeah, you’ve been really happy lately,” Hermione added, her brow furrowed.

But Harry just shrugged them off, keeping his secret.

---

One day, Harry was walking through the corridor when he spotted a notebook lying on the floor. He picked it up, and when he opened it, his breath caught. The handwriting was the same as the one on the parchment—the same lyrics that had been keeping him up at night.

Just then, Charlotte came hurrying down the hall, eyes wide as she saw him holding her notebook.

“Thank you, Harry,” she said, a little breathless as she took it from him.

He watched her walk away, his mind spinning. Now he knew—his mystery girl, the one he’d been writing songs with, was Charlotte.

---

After that, Harry couldn't help but watch Charlotte a little more closely, noticing the way she hummed to herself, or how her eyes lit up when she was deep in thought. He still hadn’t told her he knew, but there was something comforting about knowing that the girl who had captured his heart through music was right there, within reach.

---

Charlotte’s heart was racing as she walked away from Harry in the hallway. She could feel his eyes on her, and a part of her wanted to turn around, to see if he knew. But she couldn’t. Not yet.

Over the next few days, the song exchanges stopped. Harry couldn’t bring himself to add anything new, not when he already knew the truth. Charlotte noticed the silence, and it started to gnaw at her. Had her mystery songmate lost interest? Or had she been too late to figure out who he was?

She was about to give up when one day, she found another piece of parchment tucked into her Transfiguration book. It wasn’t the usual lyrics they’d been sharing. This one was different.

*Harry's Note:*

“I think it’s time we met.

Tonight by the lake, after everyone’s gone to bed.

If you’re real, if you’re the one I’ve been writing with,

I’ll be there, waiting.

– H”

Charlotte stared at the note, her heart pounding. She knew who “H” was, of course. But did he really know it was her? She folded the parchment and tucked it into her robe, her mind made up. She’d go. She had to know.

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That night, Charlotte slipped out of the castle, her heart hammering with each step toward the lake. The moon was high, casting a silver glow over the water. She saw him then, standing by the edge, his back to her. Harry.

For a moment, she hesitated, her nerves threatening to get the best of her. But then she remembered the words they’d shared, the connection that had grown between them, and she knew she had to go through with this.

“Harry,” she called out softly.

He turned, and their eyes met. For a second, neither of them moved, the air thick with everything unsaid. Then Harry smiled, that familiar, lopsided grin that made her feel like everything would be okay.

“So it’s you,” he said, stepping closer. “I had a feeling it might be.”

Charlotte let out a shaky laugh. “You’re not disappointed, are you?”

“Disappointed?” Harry shook his head, taking her hands in his. “Not even close. You’re the one I’ve been writing with, the one who’s been in my head, in my heart, all this time.”

“I can’t believe it was you,” Charlotte whispered, feeling the warmth of his hands. “I thought I was just dreaming.”

“Me too,” Harry said, his voice soft. “But this is real. We’re real.”

For a moment, they just stood there, hands intertwined, the night wrapping around them like a blanket. It felt like they were the only two people in the world.

Then, almost without thinking, Charlotte started to sing the last verse of the song they’d been writing together.

And you'll save all your

dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you

a seat, lover (Save you a seat)

Harry smiled, his voice joining hers as they sang the final lines together.

“Can I go where you go?

(Can I go where you go, baby?)

Can we always be this

close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take

me home (Forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover”

As the last note hung in the air, Harry leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Charlotte smiled, closing her eyes. “Yeah. It is.”

---

And so, what started as scribbles on a forgotten piece of parchment became something more—a song that brought two hearts together, a story that was only just beginning. For Charlotte and Harry, the song would always be theirs, a reminder of the night they found each other, and the love that had been there all along.

[lnfours]

summer loving (four) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au:  based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 3k

⌙ warnings: swearing, some angst, fluffy as hell towards the end, some light drinking (nothing crazy), SHAWN BEING THE BEST BF EVER!!!!!!! but also tom being jealous AF, oh and shirtless tom, poor baby sam swooning but having no balls to say anything :(

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader with a lil bit of shawn mendes x fem!reader 

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tom was losing his absolute mind. 

sure, it was no secret that tom was in love with you. anyone with eyes and brain cells would be able to tell just by spending 2 minutes in a room with the two of you.

however, he felt as though he wasn’t good enough. like there was someone who would be way better for you. someone who could be your knight in shining armor, show you their vulnerable side, be everything you desperately wanted tom to be.

so, when he found out that you had went to shawn’s gig, part of him was relieved that you had moved on from his chaos, the way he pulled you in one minute and the next he was pushing you away in fear of letting someone get close to him again. but, he couldn’t deny that part of him ached, part of him broke at the sight of shawn walking you to the front door. 

and what really sealed the deal was when you leaned in with a smile on your face as you kissed shawn on the lips. 

that’s when he knew for sure that he was just a thought all the way in the back of your head. 

the next morning, everyone sat in the kitchen while eating breakfast, making small talk. everyone mostly asking about how your date went, which caused a the heat to creep onto your cheeks. however, it made his blood boil at the fact that shawn was everything you wanted. everything you tom wanted to be for you, but couldn’t. 

“it was good,” you smiled, poking at the eggs on your plate that sam had made for you, “he’s really sweet. i think you guys would like him.”

“we should have him for dinner tonight,” nikki smiled, “i know the mendes family pretty well, all of them are lovely.”

“yeah, sounds like a great idea.” your mom agreed.

“meeting the guy that my sister made out with on the front porch, no thanks.” austin joked, causing everyone to roll their eyes.

“gonna have to agree with austin on that one,” harry joked, “they’re gonna make kissy-faces at each other the whole time.”

you flung a piece of pancake at the boy, hitting him right in the center of his forehead. paddy giggled next to you, giving you a high five, “nice aim!”

“listen, let’s just give him a shot, yeah?” sam said, “if he makes y/n happy, then it’s worth meeting him.”

tom hadn’t said a word, eyes suddenly interested in his plate. your eyes fell onto his figure, your lips meeting the edge of the mug, speaking before taking a sip of coffee. 

“what do you think, tom?”

you watched as he looked up at you, his normally warm, brown eyes suddenly cold. you raised an eyebrow as you watched him put down his fork.

“doesn’t matter to me.” he shrugged, getting up from the table as he cleared his plate. you turned to look at him.

“maybe alicia can come too, might as well make it a whole thing.” you said, smirking into your mug as he gave you ‘shut the fuck up’ look. 

“who’s alicia?” nikki asked, turning to the oldest boy.

“no one.”

“mhm, she’s no one alright.” harry chuckled.

“wait, alicia garnett?” your brother asked.

“since when?” it was paddy’s turn to look confused.

“you know she’s kind of a whore, right?” 

tom rolled his eyes at your brothers words, you turning around and smacking him in the forehead, “ow!”

“you’re an ass.”

“it’s true!”

“well, you don’t have to call her a whore.”

“i mean, she’s slept with half the town.”

you rolled your eyes, letting nikki take the floor, “if you’d like to invite her, you can. i’d like to meet her, you know.”

“me too,” your mom smiled, “and who’s to say she isn’t what everyone thinks she is.”

she eyed your brother and he raised his hands in fake surrender, “i’m just telling you what i’ve heard.”

“yeah, well, we don’t need to hear about it.” you mumbled.

tom nodded, sighing, “alright, alright, i’ll see if she wants to come.”

you cleared your plate, putting the dishes in the sink before making your way upstairs. you squeaked as someone grabbed your arm, pulling you into a bedroom before the door shut behind you. 

“are you proud of yourself or something?” it was tom’s voice.

you crossed your arms, “why would it matter if she’s more than just a fuck buddy to you?”

he groaned, “because… i don’t know how i feel about her yet.”

“guess you better figure it out.” you shrugged, going to reach for the door handle but tom stepped in front of you,

“can i go? i have to make sure kat can come in this weekend.”

“not until you talk to me about what’s going on.”

you scoffed, rolling your eyes in complete annoyance, “nothing’s going on, tom.”

“you sure?”

you huffed, “look, you’re the one who tried to kiss me on the beach just to move on the next day. i’m sorry, but whatever kind of emotional rollercoaster this is,” you motioned back and forth between the two of you, “i don’t want it. i’ve got a guy who’s sweet, treats me like a fucking princess, and is actually clear with what he wants, which is me. if you can’t accept the fact that i moved on from you and your bullshit, that sounds like a personal issue.”

he stared at you blankly as you pushed past him, reaching for the door, “until then, worry about your own relationship and i’ll worry about mine.”

he flinched as his door slammed shut behind him, making him groan as he plopped down onto the bed. he knew you were right, you had every reason in the book to hate him right now. he knew he played with your emotions, he knew that he fucked up big time, but he didn’t know how to make it right. he didn’t know how to get you back. 

your phone buzzed as you got a text from kat.

kat any updates? 

y/n nothing much other than tom’s an asshole and i think i really like shawn

kat good. if tom can’t get his priorities straight and realize that it’s been you this entire time, then you shouldn’t have to wait around for him.  also shawn’s a cutie, who wouldn’t like him 😉

you looked up as there was a soft knock on your door, meeting sam’s eyes as he softly smiled, “up for the beach?”

you nodded, “yeah, just give me a second.”

he nodded back at you, walking out of the door and leaving it cracked open the tiniest bit. 

y/n you’re right.  i’ll check in with you later after shawn comes for dinner, gonna go catch some waves with sam. 

kat sam 😏 ya know, i’ve always been team sam

y/n 🙄 goodbye, katarina <3

kat goodbye y/n 🥰

you locked your phone and threw it down on the bed before picking out a bathing suit. you grabbed a bathing suit from your bag, throwing on a big t-shirt overtop. you met sam downstairs, the two of you heading out to the beach. 

you two talked amongst yourselves, giggling and having a good time. sam always knew how to get your mind off of things.

“you excited for everyone to meet shawn?” he asked and you shrugged. 

“i don’t know,” you bit down on your bottom lip, “i just don’t know how tom’s going to react.”

“yeah, didn’t seem too happy about it earlier.”

you nodded, “i know.”

“which, sounds like his problem.”

you shot him a confused look, an eyebrow raised, “not that i don’t disagree, but what do you mean?”

“please, it’s not like we all don’t know he’s had a thing for you for years,” he laughed, “plus, mom did say that you were destined for one of us, minus paddy.”

you smiled, remembering when nikki told you that, “yeah, well, i guess destiny isn’t mine and tom’s thing.”

he chuckled again, “doesn’t really seem like it, huh?”

“whatever, it’s his loss,” you shrugged, “if he can’t tell me what he wants then why should i wait around for him to tell me? i deserve better than that.”

he nodded, “you deserve the best.”

you smiled, “thanks, sam.”

he nodded, looking towards the house as the sun shone down on you. your hair was falling perfectly around your face, your eyes glistening in the sunlight. the way the water droplets fell from your skin was mesmerizing. 

he was in awe. 

“i guess i should head back soon, i gotta get ready for dinner and make sure shawn’s still coming.”

he nodded, “yeah, sure thing. i’ll probably be out here for a little while longer and then head in.”

you smiled before paddling to shore on your board, “see you back at the house!”

you made your way inside, running up the steps. you gathered your things to take a shower, walking into the hallway only to bump into someone who was shirtless and dripping wet. 

your cheeks burned as you realized it was tom. 

“sorry,” he apologized, moving around you, “didn’t mean to bump into you.”

you couldn’t help it, your eyes followed the way his abs dipped and curved, the way the towel sat lowly on his hips, his dripping wet curls hanging over his forehead. he smirked as your eyes traveled his body, watching you contently. 

“just watch where you’re going next time.” your voice was laced with sarcasm. 

“watch where your eyes wander next time.”

you rolled your eyes, refusing to let him believe that you were still somewhat into him. yeah, shawn was great and everything you wanted, but tom was always going to be in the back of your mind. like an annoying, nagging feeling that won’t leave you alone no matter how hard you try. 

after your shower, you made your way back to your room. you decided to facetime shawn, just to make sure he was still able to come tonight. 

he picked up after a few rings, smiling into the camera as he laid in bed, “hey,”

“hi,” you smiled back, “sorry if i interrupted anything.”

he shook his head, rustling coming from his side of the call as he situated himself to sit up, “‘s okay, everything alright?” 

you nodded, “just wanted to make sure you were still coming tonight.”

“of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks, “nikki wants to know if you like seafood.”

he nodded, “not my favorite, but i’ll eat it,” he smiled, “i’m sure anything she cooks is good.”

you laughed, “it is, actually.”

“sounds great,” he ran his fingers through his hair, “should i bring anything?”

“just yourself.” you smiled.

“okay, i’ll bring a bottle of rosé.”

you smiled, “if you insist.”

“i do, i refuse to come empty handed, my mom taught me better than that,” he smiled back at you, “also, what’s nikki and your moms favorite flowers?”

you scrunched your nose, thinking about it, “for nikki it’s probably daisies and my mom is simple, she likes white roses.”

he nodded, “alright, i got a few stops to make in town and then i’ll be over.”

you watched as he slipped a shirt over his head, his keys jingling in the microphone shortly after, “take your time.”

“well, i don’t want to keep you waiting.”

you smiled, “i don’t mind.”

he smirked down into the camera, “i’ll remember this.”

you laughed, “drive safe, i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon, beautiful.”

you smiled before ending the call, squealing quietly to yourself before quickly clicking onto kat’s contact. she picked up almost right away.

“long time no see,” she smiled, “what’s up?”

“it’s confirmed,” you smiled, “i really like shawn.”

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the doorbell rang as you ran down the steps, “i’ll get it!”

you opened the door and smiled as shawn held up three bouquets of flowers and a bottle of rosé. you smiled, taking the bottle from him to help him carry things inside, “what’s all this?”

“a good first impression,” he smiled, kissing your cheek softly, “these are for your mom and nikki.”

you smiled, your heart beating quickly as you closed the door behind him, “you’re so sweet. c’mon, i’ll introduce you.”

he followed you into the kitchen where nikki, your mom, austin, paddy and harry were sitting. everyone was quick to say hello, shawn shaking hands with the boys and offering the flowers to the moms. they both smiled and accepted them, also mentioning how it was a sweet gesture. you left the boys to talk as you followed your mom and nikki into the kitchen to open the bottle of wine. 

“he’s handsome,” your mom smirked, rubbing her shoulder against yours, giggling, “and respectful.”

“he’s great, y/n. a 10 in my book.”

you laughed at both of the women in front of you, shaking your head as you grabbed two wine glasses, “you two are insufferable.”

“c’mon! if i were you, i'd be all over that.” your mom laughed and you scrunched your nose, letting out a chuckle as you shook your head. 

“gross, don’t ever say that again,” you laughed with the other two, walking back into the dining room with the two wine glasses. you handed one to shawn, him smiling and thanking you as you sat down in the chair next to him. 

“so, you’ve played guitar your whole life?” harry asked. shawn nodded. 

“yeah, pretty much,” he smiled, “i learned from watching youtube videos on how to play ed sheeran songs.”

“i wish i was good at playing an instrument,” paddy sighed, “i tried piano, but i wasn’t good so i gave up.”

“that’s what practice is for,” shawn said, pulling the glass away from his lips, “if you want, i could teach you how to play, show you a few pointers.”

“really?” paddy’s face lit up, “that’s awesome! thanks, mate.”

shawn nodded and smiled back. you smiled at him as he made eye contact. 

“so, is the infamous katarina coming next weekend?” he asked. 

“yeah, she is,” you smiled, “and she’s really excited to meet you.”

he widened his eyes a little, “guess i gotta make a really good impression.”

“shouldn’t be too hard.” you smiled, biting down on your bottom lip to try to contain it. 

“i don’t know, seems like a big deal.”

“please, if you can make it through this dinner, you should be able to handle kat.”

you heard sam as he entered the room, “that’s a lie, kat is like a hurricane. she’s kinda crazy.”

you rolled your eyes playfully at sam, “she’s not crazy, she’s just… a concerned friend.”

sam scoffed, “yeah, we can say that,” he smiled as he shook shawn’s hand, “sam, by the way. nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you, too.” shawn smiled. you watched as tom was the last one to sit down at the table, nodding his head towards shawn.

“hey, mate.”

“hey, man. what’s up,” he greeted back, reaching to shake tom’s hand, “shawn.”

tom shook his hand, “tom.”

you watched as tom’s eyes locked with yours for a split second, the warm brown eyes once again cold as he saw you with shawn. he clenched his jaw as he sat down, not wanting to sit across from you and the guy who was everything he couldn’t be for you. 

nikki and your mom, thankfully, came out with the food in their hands as they placed everything down on the table, “who’s hungry.”

you felt shawn’s nerves from his seat next to you, giving his hand a squeeze under the table. he squeezed back, smiling as you made eye contact. 

the dinner talk consisted of everyone getting to know shawn a little better and talking about everyone’s favorite summer activities. but, of course, austin had to ruin the moment with an embarrassing story from when you were younger. 

that’s when you grabbed shawn’s hand, leaving the table as you led him up the stairs, “okay, i’m done with this conversation. you all have fun.”

everyone laughed as harry called out to you, “oh, come on! at least leave shawn!” 

you two laughed, “over my dead body, holland.”

you made your way into your room, closing the door behind you, “sorry, they get to be a little much.”

he waved you off, “it’s alright, i get it.”

you sat down on the bed, gesturing to the room, “this is me. not much, but that’s what i like about it.”

“that and this view,” shawn said as he looked out the large window, “i’d never leave this room.” 

you smiled, getting up and wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek on his back, “that’s another favorite part.”

he smiled, turning around as his arms wrapped around your torso this time, “i can’t deny a great view when i see one.”

you blushed softly, “me either.”

he smiled as his hand reached up and cupped your cheek into his hand softly, leaning down slowly as his nose pressed up against yours, “can i ask you something?”

you nodded, biting down softly on your lower lip as he continued, “i know it hasn’t been very long, but i really really like you and i was just wondering if you’d wanna be official, like be my… girlfriend?”

you smiled, “i really like you, too. and yes, i’d love to be your girlfriend.”

he smiled, leaning down and softly pressing his lips to yours. you both smiled into the kiss, breaking apart after a little while. you led him to bed bed, the both of you laying down. he grabbed the stuffed bear from under his back, laughing softly as you grabbed your tv remote from the nightstand. 

“who’s this?”

you chuckled, “that’s beary.”

“beary? you couldn’t have come up with a better name?” he joked and you laughed, snatching the brown stuffed bear from his hands. 

“i was 4! leave me alone.”

he laughed, pulling you so you were laying on top of him, both legs on either side of his hips. you smiled as you braced yourself, hands resting against his chest as his landed on your hips. 

he giggled, “poor beary. he’s stuck dealing with the worst name in history.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you smacked him playfully with the pillow, “shut up!”

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Types Of Kisses🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS

Movie Watchers 🌺Could you do a little something with him? He and the reader watch a movie but he wants to be close to her so she ends up in his lap and you know fluff ! 💜

Taking Off Their S/O's Makeup 🌺 (Could you do Duncan vizla,the joker and whoever else you’d like.)taking off their s/o makeup after they come from a nightout because they are to drunk to do it themselves 💛

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

Mysterious Cafe Meet Up 🌺 Bucky meets a girl who helps him with his writer's block

New Arm Who This? 🌺 The good old’ ‘Bucky is insecure because of his arm’ trope because I'm a sucker for it

Safe Haven🌺 You and Bucky share a secret place together where you escape when the world gets too loud.

Plum Market 🌺inspired by the gif where Bucky is holding plums

Fluff Alphabet🌺

Kiss Me Like You Miss Me 🌺Bucky wants Y/n

Bubble Bath Confessions 🌺Bucky + Bubbles = piece of heaven

Celebrating The New Year With Bucky🌺

Meeting Yoga!Bucky🌺

Did You Get Nervous Over A Rose? 🌺Bucky is building his communication with his love Y/n

Having A Secret Relationship With Bucky Barnes

DIFFERENT AUs

His Little Rose (Demon!AU)🌺

Feeling Complete(Mobster!AU)🌺

STORIES

Kisses In Front Of The Door (PART 1 OF 2)🌺 Bucky loves to kiss

Maybe A Wedding For Us? (PART 2 OF 2) 🌺 Bucky loves to ask you something while you two dance

Youth (PART 1 OF 2) 🌩️ inspired by Shawn Mendes’s song Youth

Youth (PART 2 OF 2) 🌩️Bucky’s thoughts after the snap

SHORT IMAGINES

Not The Marriage Type?🌺

Finding Bucky’s Old Videos🌺

Bucky Telling Steve He Has A Partner🌺

Reuniting With Bucky 🌺

Baking Cookies 🌺

[loveandmurders]

I just needed to say this to someone, and I figured I could do that with you. Because let's be honest, nobody else could understand this type of imagination but us. I just listened to a couple of old songs, for nostalgia sake. Until I remembered Shawn mendes and camila cabello's song, Senorita. I listened to it, and the more I let the lyrics sink in. The more I imagined Bo meeting or seeing Y/n outside of Ambrose, how both of them get to know each other for a bit, feeling this strange connection towards each other, wich eventually leads to them having this need for wanting to see each other over and over again. Until one of them just confesses one day, and they become a couple. And now I can’t stop imagining the possibility of this scenario being a Soulmate AU either. Or their first meeting leading to them having a one night stand, because that’s what the music video suggested. I can’t stop thinking about it, have I gone mad!?

OMG I love this so much!! I'm so happy you shared this with me because YES!!! 🥰

They know they are made to be together, they know they want each other and thus they have sex right away. It's like if they always knew about one another their whole life.

But reader thinks that Bo is a guy who doesn't want any kind of commitment and because of his way of life, he sometimes misses dates and it's clear he hides something. Reader is heartbroken, they think of leaving him behind because they can't stand the situation anymore. They are about to go, and Bo doesn't know what to do until he confesses his love for them.

And they become that power couple who flirt, argue and kill together. 🔥

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

Songs I listen to about Skittlescript’s Isekai’ed to the West and Triad au Playlist

hahaha lol checkout @skittlescripts’s isekai to the west au, here’s some songs that remind me of the au and some scenarios imagined would make the daydreams better, special thanks to the works of @semisolidmind, @rennsdeaddoves, @thesexydancingcrepe, @rainyriu, @ritzhasmonkeybrain and @theweepingegg

this is for the Sun WuKong and Six-Eared Macaque simps out there

problem - ariana grande - reader starting to have feelings for Sun Wukong

dear future husband - meghan trainor - reader saying what marriage be like

right there - ariana grande - how macaque feels in triad au

the guy that i'd kinda be into - be more chill the musical - reader describing the monkie she likes

bad romance - lady gaga - macaque’s feelings for reader in triad au

one last time - ariana grande - Wukong trying to understand his emotions

la on a saturday night - hearts & colors - macaque’s monologue song in triad au

a whole new world - aladdin - Wukong and reader just ridding his cloud to Flower Fruit mountain

symphony - clean bandit - Macaque when he finally accepts he’s inlove

rhythm of the tambourine - hunchback of notredame the musical - Triad au

made you look - meghan trainor - reader’s themesong in triad au

title - meghan trainor - Wukong in triad au trying to get a date

not fall in love with you - rwby soundtrack - works both for the Isekai and triad au

kiss the girl - the little mermaid - Sandy making sure his OTP is cannon

there's nothing holding me back - shawn mendes - triad au wukong in general 

stutter - mariana's trench - wukong’s 5 stages of grief about having a crush

troublemaker - olly murrs - wukong’s themesong

still into you - paramore - if Isekai to the west had a crossover with Triad au

millennium parade - belle - a reader song for triad au

light switch - charlie puth - wukong’s crush in triad au

i wanna be your slave - maneskin - wukong in a more hornii mood for reader

she's kinda hot - 5 seconds of summer - Isekai to the west chapter 3 song

teeth - 5 seconds of summer - triad au wukong’s song during a meeting

marry you - bruno mars - wukong trying to convince reader that they get married

paper rings - taylor swift - wukong finally getting a date with reader in triad au

teenage dirtbag - wheatus - macaque’s angst about having a crush on reader

my heart's a stereo - maroon 5 - Macaque starting to fall inlove in isekai au

hips don't lie - shakira - reader meets wukong for the first time in triad au

voodoo doll - 5 seconds of summer - wukong before he realises he likes reader

she looks so perfect - 5 seconds of summer - both monkey’s admiring reader

love me like you do - ellie goulding - wukong and reader in isekai

love me harder - ariana grande - reader’s feelings with wukong

girlfriend - avril lavinge - macaque's song when he’s jealous in isekai

everytime we touch - cascada - wukong simping for reader in triad au

teenage dream - katy perry - reader realising her crush in isekai au

ET - katy perry - reader and wukong’s relationship in a nutshell for isekai

lucky strike - maroon 5 - wukong vs macaque in isekai au

levitating - dua lipa - reader in isekai au

the story of the phantom - goosebumps the musical - macaque in isekai au

take me to church - hozier - wukong having a crush angst in isekai

can't hold us - macklemore - a sun wukong song in isekai

bad reputation - joan jett - how heaven feels about reader and wukong together

guy.exe - superfruit - reader describing her type of guy in triad au

super mario hyadain - wukong vs macaque for reader in isekai au

play with fire - sam tinnesz - macaque and reader first impressions

positions - ariana grande - wukong and reader relationship song in isekai au

34 + 35 - ariana grande - wukong and reader song in triad au

dinero - trinidad cardona - reader’s alter ego song in triad au

no roots - alice merton - isekai to the west in a nutshell

sway - micheal buble - triad wukong takes reader out dancing

helpless - hamilton - triad wukong being lovesick and lovey dovey, while MK witnesses his mentor being cringe

call me by your name - lil nas x - triad wukong themesong

dead girl walking - heathers - wukong and reader having some spicy fun just after wukong is banished by tripitaka

i wanna dance with somebody - whitney houston - reader during the triad au before having a relationship

fairytale - alexander rybak - reader angst on having feeling for wukong in isekai 

why don't you do right - who framed roger rabbit - triad wukong meets reader’s alter ego for the first time

La seine and i - a monster in paris - reader performing in triad au

blues in the night - queen tyr'ahnee cover - reader having feelings for triad wukong angst

the great pretender - the platters - reader’s emotional stability during isekai

boys - charlie xcx - reader thinking about wukong in isekai

you will be okay - helluva boss - reader’s song for ao lie and her kids in isekai

no matter what - book of life - reader choosing to be with wukong instead of going home in isekai

Someone you like - girl and the dreamcatcher - triad wukong pining for reader

Ang huling el bimbo - eraserheads - slow dancing in the kitchen in triad au

Something just like this - cold play - macaque pining for reader in triad

Love story of a certain bakeneko - vocaloid

Ahh, it’s a wonderful cat’s life - vocaloid

The wolf that fell inlove with little red ridding hood - rin and len kagamine

Magic mirror - rin and len kagamine

Dance with me tonight - olly murs - a date night song with macaque in triad 

La la dee - cody simpson - triad wukong describing his feelings for reader 

Perfect - ed sheeran - wukong’s feelings for reader near the end of the journey to the west

Shape of you - ed sheeran - triad wukong being a simp for his wife reader

Seniorita - camila cabello - triad wukong flirting with reader

My oh my - camila cabello - reader’s accepting her feelings for wukong in triad

Uwu - chevy - Wukong’s feelings when he realises he wants to be with reader in isekai au

Canterella - vocaloid - triad wukong and reader on a mission

Je t’aime - kelly sweet - wukong descrining his love for reader in isekai

You’ll be in my heart - tarzan - reader just being happy with her family

Strangers like me - tarzan - wukong being curious aboutreader’s life before the journey to the west

A million dreams - the greatest showman - wukong’s song when he marries reader in isekai

One kiss - descendants - wukong when reader because of magic shenannigans needs to wake-up with true loves kiss

Secret garden - undertale - flowerfell au fansong - triad wukong and reader angst

So she dances - josh groban - triad wukong describing reader to MK

Beautiful ghosts - taylor swift - macaque’s song about reader in isekai

Slow dance with you - adventure time - macaque’s song regarding his pinning for reader

Tightrope - the greatest showman - reader’s conflicting emotions about staying with wukong or going home

Thinking out loud - ed sheeran - wukong pining for reader in isekai

Work form home - fifth harmony - reader flirting with triad wukong

Criminal - britney spears - triad wukong and reader’s relationship in a nutshell

Do it for her - steven universe - triad wukong training isekai wukong to protect reader

Back to life - bumblebee movie - reader and wukong’s wedding song in isekai

I love you to much - book of life - macaque pinning for reader in isekai

Death of a bachelor - panic! At the disco - triad wukong pinning for reader

I’m in love with a monster - fifth harmony - triad reader tells isekai reader on her feelings for triad wukong

Black magic - little mix - reader is jealous that triad wukong is flirting to get info

Animals - maroon 5 - wukong being in heat and wants to mate with reader

I’m a lady - meghan trainor - the jttw crew finds out about reader being isekai’ed to help them

Who i am - the score - macaque introducing himself to the reader in isekai after kidnapping her

Rewrite the stars - the greatest showman - triad wukong and reader fall inlove 

Buwan - juan karlos - wukong serenading reader during their first date in isekai

Bad little boy - adventure time - reader and wukong’s dynamic

Monster - adventure time - Wukong angst about reader’s mortality in isekai

Hey soul sister - train - triad wukong being a simp while being cringe

Crush - tessa violet - reader pinning for triad wukong

Would you be so kind - dodie - reader pinning for wukong in isekai

I do adore - mindy gledhill - triad wukong and reader cuddling

Despair - leo - reader pinning for wukong and vice versa in isekai but angsting of it being unrequited

Save me - bruno martini - macaque and wukong paniking because their falling for reader in isekai au

Can’t sleep love - pentatonix - reader talking to sandy about her crush on wukong in isekai

Suki kirai - rin and len kagamine - reader being in denial about being inlove with triad wukong

Someday - disney’s zombies - wukong and reader in general for isekai

Boop - rwby soundtrack - wukong trying to show off and impress reader after he accepts that he loves her

Little miss perfect - owl house fandom - reader angst on wanting to focus on the journey to the west but the dilemma of falling inlove complicates things for her once the journey is done

Ordinary - owl house fandom - reader questioning wukong why he’s inlove with her in isekai au

One more night - maroon 5 - triad wukong wanting reader to stay longer in bed cuddling

You’re the one that i want - grease - triad macaque romantic feelings for reader

If i can’t i love her - beauty and the beast - wukong being in denial for being inlove with reader in isekai au

Evermore - beauty and the beast - wukong angst when reader is presented with the option of returning to her original home

Love like you - steven universe - wukong wondering why reader loves him in isekai

If i could tell her - dear evan hansen - triad macaque hiding his feelings for reader

Only us - dear evan hansen - set during the time wukong is banished from the journey to the west

Your text - sundial - triad wukong trying to get reader’s number

Glad you came - the wanted - triad Wukong meets reader for the first time

Castle on a hill - ed sheeran - wukong reminises his life before the journey to the west and meeting reader

I won’t say i’m in love - hercules -  reader being in denial about being inlove with wukong in isekai au

Circus - britney spears - another themesong for reader in triad au

love story - taylor swift - how wukong tells his kids on how he met their mother in isekai au

you belong with me - taylor swift - how triad macaque feels when he sees reader with triad wukong 

burn for you - bridgerton musical - wukong pining for reader, but not wanting to confess in isekai au

[kaeemin]

AMOUR (HOGWARTS AU SERIES)

❛ now tell me, do you believe in magic? ❜

Experience magical adventures with Na Jaemin in Hogwarts ! This series includes four stories, of which aren’t related to each other at all so you can read them separately if you like. The fanfictions cover Jaemin being in different houses: Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor. No hate, just love ! Enjoy !

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AMORTENTIA 𓂃⠀࣪. ❛ We’re worlds apart. ❜

❥ wonder, shawn mendes

❥ pairing: slytherin!jaemin x ravenclaw!reader

❥ story of choice: Jaemin Na was a name feared, yet he was down-for-bad for a muggle-born Ravenclaw who his parents and friends would never accept. Thank god Granger and Parkinson had set their differences aside and thought of certain 'accidents’ that could help the two stubborn polar opposites to realize their growing love.  

“ YOU MAKE YOUR OWN CHOICES. ”

BUSINESS CALLS 𓂃⠀࣪. ❛ Falling in love wasn’t the plan. ❜

❥ kiss her you fool, kids that fly

❥ pairing: ravenclaw!jaemin x hufflepuff!reader

❥ story of choice: Infamous Jaemin Na of Ravenclaw loves meeting new clients, especially when money is in the bag. He’s bad news and he knows it; he holds the title proudly. Business is business and Jaemin hates it when things don’t go his way. So imagine his surprise when he realized he was falling for you, unplanned.

“ A DEAL IS A DEAL, DARLING. ”

RED STRING 𓂃⠀࣪. ❛ I want you to give in. ❜

❥ shameless, camila cabello

❥ pairing: gryffindor!jaemin x gryffindor!reader

❥ story of choice: You hated Jaemin Na. He has that perfect smile, that perfect grade, the perfect charms — he has it all. Girls in every year are always around him, and maybe it’s because he looks good in his quidditch uniform. Or because he looks good whenever he concentrates in classes. But out of all, maybe it’s because Jaemin looks good in red.

“ I NEED YOU MORE THEN I WANT TO. ”

GOLD RUSH 𓂃⠀࣪. ❛ You’re heavily a bad influence. ❜

❥ gold rush, taylor swift

❥ pairing: hufflepuff!jaemin x slytherin!reader

❥ story of choice: He’s always the good guy. Jaemin Na is always there whenever someone’s having a bad time. He brings comfort, chocolates, and teddy bears. He’s also the one always getting dump because he’s the ‘boring’ type. But you, Jaemin knows it might be a mistake sneaking out with you into the Forbidden forest, but he can’t always be good, can he?

“ I’LL REGRET THIS TOMORROW MORNING. ”

[moonlight-tmd]

sorry bout the confusion with your head canon with bee and au! it's a really nice head canon that Imma take lmao /hj

I can imagine that he doesn't like singing in front of others cause of what happened back in boot camp, where he softly sang to himself and wasp or Ironhide mocked him for it for a solid week. so now he just gets reminded of that whenever the topic of his singing voice comes up, which just makes him anxious and scared.

but that's just my take lol, it's funny how this whole thing started out with sari convincing him to play that karaoke game with her. and she bugs him about it for a few minutes before dropping it in favor of another game to play (while also slightly noticing he's kinda uncomfortable with that specific topic).

and tbh, because of your head canon whenever I hear lullabies I think of bee softly singing a lullaby to sari when her dad first disappeared to calm her down, not too loud for others to hear but loud enough to lure sari to sleeo

Hah, feel free to adopt it!

Tbh this one branches out from the headcanon that Bee was raised in a bad orphanage on Cybertron. (see this post but exclude the 2nd part)

Since he was branded the bad child by the much abusive and strict manager at that time, he' would'd often spend time alone in time out. Since he was the oldest in the facility, other sparklings picked on him and mocked him, which resulted in him being excluded from socializing.

He was pretty artistic at that time, he'd use some leftover crayons to use the walls of the room he spend the time out in as a diary. He often talked to himself, the drawings and the one plush toy he managed to snatch and hide. He played with the trash laying around and found comfort in singing. Whenever he was feeling really bad he'd quietly sing to himself, but then some kid overheard and made fun of him so he never sang unless he was alone.

Bee doesn't remember why he's was anxious about singing but he does remember Ironhide mocking him about it the one time he was humming to himself while working.

Sari, being a 10 year old kid, would be persistent of course, but she'd eventually give up after trying to convince Bee for 10 minutes straight. She heard him sing once and she wants to hear it again.

When her dad disappeared she basically moved in with the Autobots- after they got a renovation crew to go fix some of the human-sized rooms for her to live in. She was crying almost every night, one time she had a nightmare and Bee was the one to watch over her that night because the others were doing something out in town; he comforted her and sang her a lullaby.

She didn't care about the fact she won and Bee was singing, she just laid there listening as Bee's soothing voice and a servo rubbing her back lulled her to sleep. If the others came back at that time and overheard him, they didn't mention it.

Also i'm glad you do! X3 Ever since i thought about that this could be a thing, everytime i hear a song by Ed Sheeran or Shawn Mendes or anyone with a voice similar to them i think Bee is singing it.

[lovebirdgames]

BCB Character Playlists ~ Tom

For inspiration purposes, I had a playlist of songs for each character that I created way back in...2015...but I kept adding more songs along the way. It really helped me get in the mindset to write. I also loved imagining music videos in my head to most of these. 

So I figured some of you would enjoy seeing what I had on my playlists. I didn’t include every single song because some of them I was like “why is this on here?” Maybe you’ll find a new song you like! ...Or maybe not because I guess I mostly listen to pop...

Let’s start with Tom!

One Call Away - Charlie Puth

We Found Love - Rihanna ft. Calvin Harris (Alex Goot Cover)

Animal - Neon Trees (both the original and this minor cover by Chase Holfelder, for when that bad ending gets you)

Sweet Escape - Nightcore

Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings (RUN!!!)

Brand New - Ben Rector

Radioactive - Imagine Dragons

End Game - Taylor Swift

Stitches - Shawn Mendes

New Light - John Mayer

friends don’t look at friends that way - Tate McRae (just look at the above CG heh)

It’ll Be Okay - Shawn Mendes (Stay or Go?)

Say You Won’t Let Go - James Arthur (Did I post the comic of this one on tumblr?)

I Hope You’re Happy - Blue October (pining for you while you play other routes)

Everything Goes On - Porter Robinson (the music video in my head is Magical Musicians AU themed with cross-cutting to the real world bad ending “Wait for Me.” Also if you watch the League of Legends MV know that I would sell my soul for Rakan.)

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush (there are so many epic covers/remixes too, like this one, and this one. With the ticking clock, I like to imagine Cadence resetting the game after the tragic “Wait for Me” ending, only to get the “Where the Bullet Went” ending.)

Lifetime - Three Days Grace (this song was my addiction at one point, from Tom’s POV, pairs with “Where the Bullet Went” or even “Sorry.” The angst is so yummy.)

Next time is Peter!

[lovelyshawnn]

Soulmate

Werewolf!Shawn x Werewolf!Reader

summary: Y/N and Shawn are both alphas of opposing packs, a rivalry that dated back decades ago.

“you brought the protection, right?” I asked, lips meshing with Shawn’s as he pinned me against the front door of our remote cabin in the woods.

“yes,” he replied through our chaste kisses, “where does your pack think you are right now, baby?” he smirked a devilish grin before removing his lips from mine and starting a trail of kisses along my neck.

“visiting family for my cousin’s birthday,” i gasped while unbuckling his belt, “you?”

shawn pulled his pants down the rest of the way before hoisting me up against the wall, my legs instinctly wrapping around his familiar waist. “high school reunion in the next town over,” his words didn’t slow down his actions, as we both stood naked by the entrance of the house. we couldn’t make it three minutes into the house before ripping each others clothes off, literally.

his tip teased my slit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body. i sunk my nails into the skin on his shoulder, signaling him to quit the teasing. shawn let out a low growl before pushing in all the way. i let out a shamelessly loud moan, too sexually frustrated from going all those weeks without his touch. his grunts sounded husky in my ear as his hips jerked up to meet mine, hitting that gspot inside me every time.

“s-shawn,” i breathed out. my heat clenched around his thick cock as the tight feeling in my stomach intensified. shawns pace quickened at my words, beads of sweat were trickling down his temple as he chased the high that hes been craving for oh so long.

“come for me, baby” shawn lulled, “let me feel that pussy come around this cock.” his words were enough to push me over the edge, vision going completely white as i reached my climax. he fucked me through my orgasm as he reached his right after, filling me with his seed.

we stood there with my back pressed against the wall for a few moments catching out breath. shawn pulled out reluctantly, giving me a soft peck on the nose, “i missed you.”

i laughed at his goofiness, “i missed you too, dork”

shawn and i were both alphas to a pack of wolves in Haven Falls. the only problem was we were apart of opposing packs, they had a deep rooted hatred and rivalry towards one another that stemmed from decades of years ago. each pack was to follow the treaty and stay on their own territory, on the opposite side of town. but after an eerie night of hunting, where shawn was injured and left stranded in the wrong side of town, i quickly picked up on his scent and the sounds of his grunts and groans as he struggled to make it back to his side, i came running to him.

my eyes glowed red, fangs pushing out as i picked up the pace once i caught a sight of him. the need to protect my pact was stronger than ever before, claws ready to attack at the intruder, when i saw the gashes on his legs. i slowed to a halt in front of the other alpha that i have only met on several occasions, keeping conversation to a minimum due to the mutual hatred. his hazel eyes looked up at me with a hint of hopelessness.

call it fate, or call me being a sap for guys with hazel eyes, but i couldn’t do what i had originally set out to do when i heard his presence, which was to rip his head clean off his body. i kneeled down beside him and examined his wounds as he watched me with cautious eyes, not expecting such kindness from his all time rival. i took my flannel off my body, wrapping it around his wound to stop the bleeding before i could get him to the first aid kit i had at home.

i stood up from my spot beside him on the floor and stook out a hand to help him up, “shawn, right?”

He nodded as he mumbled a thanks under his breathe, sounding defeated and quite frankly embarrassed that he would need my help. “i’m Y/N. come with me,” I said as I swung his arm around my shoulder and walked in the direction of my house.

that interaction started the complicated relationship we have today. it was a cliché star crossed lovers storyline, with a ton of sex. the forbiddenness and sneaking around only turned me on more, but it was growing more difficult to hide it from our packs, especially since they were all wolves with super hearing and an increased sense of smell. they’d be able to smell shawn on me within a 10 mile radius, which is why we had to go to an extent every time we had one of our hookups. an isolated cabin in the woods together, hiding out for days until the smell wears off before they can see their packs again. it was extra, but it was worth it.

when we’re together, it felt like nothing else mattered. everything about him was completely intoxicating. his scent, his heartbeat, it was all heightened, both overwhelming but comforting at the same time. i stood in the shower with him, working the soap around my body to clean off the sweat from our previous activities. i watched as he tilted his head back, displaying his sharp jawline, while his fingers massaged his scalp and worked the shampoo through his hair.

could it be? the way he understands me so well, and the way ive never felt this way about anyone else... was he my soulmate? it couldnt. he was supposed to be my enemy. if one of our packmates were to hear about this, they’d absolutely lose their shit.

“you okay there, honey?” shawns voice broke me out of my thoughts, “i can smell the stress off of you.” his fingers reached my shoulders and massaged my muscles. i couldnt resist the content grunt that i let out. curse him and his ability to read me so well.

“just...wondering” i sighed before stepping into the hot stream of water bursting from the showerhead. “about?” he placed a kiss on the surface of the skin that he was just massaging.

“wondering if you feel the same way about me as i do with you,” i closed my eyes and let the water soothe my sore muscles. shawn chuckled, reaching for the bottle of conditioner, “and how do you feel about me?”

“i feel like youre my soulmate,” i whispered so low that i wasn’t sure if he heard it over the sound of running water. i was tired of the back and forth. the sneaking around, having to fight the urge to run to each other everyday. i felt this pull to him that ive never felt before and it was hurting me to be away from him for too long. i felt... weaker without him.

and if it wasnt for the puzzled look on his face, i wouldve been sure he didnt hear me. i waited for what felt like an eternity to get a reaction from him. his face remained blank. he reached out behind me, turning the knob and shutting off the water.

“i-im sorry...” he started, eyes casted downwards.

that was all i needed to hear to feel my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. i immediately turned away from him to hide my face. this could not be happening. i slid open the door of the shower and hastily climbed my way out, avoiding his gaze and trying to keep it all together before my tears could stream down my face. “y/n,” he sighed.

i didnt listen, wrapping a towel around my body as i left the bathroom in a rush. he followed me out, calling after me. “y/n,” he stated firmly in his assertive tone before grabbing my wrist and pulling my body back to his, “i’m sorry... but i already have a soulmate.”

a/n: oop i love leaving w a cliffhanger HAHA who would like to see a part two ?? 👀

[fanatic-af]

Masterlist - Shawn

Blurbs

Love Lockdown

[xxlunamillianxx-blog]

Imagine Shawn thinking about your break-up during an interview.

[randxmthxughts]

Still a traitor (Royal!Shawn Mendes x Journalist!Y/N)

a/n: okay, i haven't been writing in a while..well, a few years, actually, lol. but I'm still playing choices games, and recently I have been replaying the Very Scandalous Proposal and have been inspired to adapt the story to Shawn

summary: You're a journalist from a common family, Shawn is a royalty used to media attention. Having no interest in his public image, you become his only breath of fresh air. Balancing the scandals surrounding your union, it's the two of you against the world. But what happens when a dark royal secret gets leaked to the press? Can Shawn trust his journalist girlfriend?

chapter teaser:

"You're a mess! Look at you!" he yelled, looking at you with a hint of disgust.

Your heart sank into your stomach. You have never seen him look at you that way. At others, sure. It happened during various events when he would get asked horrendous questions; when you would leave your hotel and were faced with a dozen paparazzi yelling out whatever they could to capture his attention; when he would suddenly go quiet, scrolling through his socials and read the comments from strangers.

But you have never thought that his disgust would ever be directed towards you, and it fucking hurt.

"Shawn, please! Let me explain," tears started rolling down your cheeks but it was too late.

He turned his back on you and walked out of the room. You ran after him, in a blur, and tried reaching for his arm, and his legs, attempting to stop him from walking. Begging him to give you a minute to breathe and explain, but he stormed off with such ease...as if cutting you off was just as quick and fast as closing a door.

Finally, given up, you returned back to your bedroom. The laptop was still lying on the bed with the article plastered on the screen. It seemed like the headline was screaming at you from all the other side of the room: "Shawn Mendes's New Girlfriend Leaks Private Family Drama!"

[tbyfandoms]

New Year’s Nightmare | Shawn Mendes x Reader

Pairing: ceo!shawn mendes x f!reader

Word Count: 8.9k

Summary: new year's eve quickly takes a turn when y/n has a run in with a mystery man. after thinking she'll never see him again, one thing leads to another and suddenly she's trapped in an elevator with him during one of the biggest nights of the year

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, tiniest bit of spice towards the end (barely)

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: happy new year everyone! so sorry this is coming out after new year's eve, but i wasn't able to get it out before then and then with the tagging issue these past few days i didn't want to risk no one being able to see this, but everything seems to be fixed now! even though it's a few days later i still hope you like this slight ceo!shawn fic and that this new year brings you lots of good things! i had this idea and feel really proud with how it turned out in the end, even if it's so much longer than i originally intended lol (when isn't it?). anyways, i appreciate you all and as always; enjoy and lmk what you think! :)

The music bumps through the speakers and surges through your body as you walk across the club to get to your friends. You can feel the vibrations throughout your ribcage, the bass of some remixed song you’ve heard on the radio making you feel like you’re in the middle of experiencing an earthquake.

It’s not that you don’t want to be here, it’s just you’d rather be at home considering the circumstances. A few weeks ago your boyfriend broke up with you. You weren’t really affected by it, in fact you were going to break up with him after the new year rolled in. There was hardly any chemistry between the both of you and neither of you could imagine a future together. You had just wanted it to last through the holidays and especially new year’s, but apparently he had other ideas.

The whole situation saved you money on holiday gifts, but totally put a dent in your planned out new year’s celebration. Your best friend got an insane deal through her family connections to have her and three guests stay at one of the fanciest and most expensive hotels in Toronto for practically nothing. The plan was to have her and her boyfriend have one room and you and your boyfriend to have another. It was supposed to be a fun double date type of celebration and now it’s just a date for your friend and a third wheel option for you.

You tried your hardest to maybe get the plans switched to a girl’s trip and you’d both invite two of your other friends instead, but you understood how desperately your best friend wants this and how excited she is to ring in the new year with her man. You couldn’t ask her to give that up just because you didn’t want to feel like a third wheel on new year’s. She promised you you wouldn’t feel excluded and that the three of you would have fun together, but based on how the night’s going so far, you don’t think that promise will hold up.

When the three of you first arrived to the hotel, it was amazing. You all unpacked and then spent the rest of the day exploring different parts of the city you’d never seen before. The shopping around here was incredible and you and your best friend had an amazing time trying on different outfits for tonight and making her boyfriend rate them. He was constantly flustered but the both of you loved it.

Once it came time to the actual party, that’s when things started to go downhill, at least for you. The club inside the hotel was packed and the music, people, and drinks seemed to pour in from every direction. You thought you’d feed off the energy and have one of the best nights you’ve had in a long time with your two friends, but once the three of you started drinking, Y/F/N and her boyfriend couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They were dancing and making out, all good things, but that promise of not leaving you alone and the three of you having fun together was crumbling fast. You can’t blame them for having fun, God knows everyone deserves a night off to let loose after the past few years we’ve had, but it’s making it hard for you to have fun with them.

You keep trying to venture off and find other people to party with and give Y/F/N and her boyfriend some time alone together; make some new friends or meet a new guy to ring in the new year with, but everyone seems to have their own group or person already.

To be honest you’re completely ready to give up and just go back to your hotel room. Maybe take a nice bubble bath in the insanely huge jacuzzi tub and drink some champagne as the clock ticks down to midnight, but part of you also just wants to hang out for a little longer. You’re not sure when the next time an opportunity to spend the night in a place like this will come again, and you want to soak up every second of it, even if you are technically third wheeling through it all. Although the club is packed, you can still see how big and incredible it is. The architecture throughout the room is astounding. If anything it looks more like a ballroom than a club, but what else would you expect from a place like this? A night here probably costs more than a year’s worth of your rent.

“Hey, girly! Where’d you go?” Y/F/N asks as you finally find her and her boyfriend amongst the crowd on the dance floor. She has her arms wrapped around her boyfriend’s neck and is swaying side to side against him along to the beat of the song as he holds onto her hips.

“I was just looking around!” You yell over the music, hoping she can hear you even with the noise. “Seeing if I can find myself a handsome, rich bachelor!”

Y/F/N throws her head back in a laugh and then shakes her head. “Sounds good to me. You find anyone yet?”

You shake your head and shrug your shoulders. “Nah, but it’s okay. This place is incredible, I swear I can just stare up at the ceiling all night and be satisfied.”

“Right! It still blows my mind we’re even here.” Your friend pulls away from her boyfriend and takes a step closer to you, not wanting the people around you to be in on your business. “Hey, I’m sorry again the plans got messed up and it’s just the three of us. I know you were gonna break up with Y/EX/N anyways, but still. I hope you’re still having fun.”

That right there is why Y/F/N is one of the best friends you’ve ever had. She’s constantly looking out for you and always making sure to check in. Even now while she’s having fun with her boyfriend, she’s here worrying about you and feeling bad. The gesture makes tears well up in your eyes and you hope she doesn’t notice.

“No, don’t be sorry! It’s not your fault. I’m having a wonderful time and it’s all thanks to you that i’m even here right now in this beautiful place. I love you so much, thank you for asking and checking in. I promise you I’m okay and I’m having fun,” you assure her. It’s not even a lie at this point, overall you are having a wonderful time and even if you’re on your own for the most part, at the end of the day it beats staying at home being actually alone and watching the countdown on tv. You had a couple dance sessions with Y/F/N and then with her and her boyfriend as well before they attached themselves together, so honestly you’ve had more than enough fun.

“Okay, I just wanted to make sure. I love you too! And don’t even mention it, I’m in just as much disbelief as you are that we get to be here tonight!” Y/F/N reaches out and squeezes the side of your arm. “By the way, you look smokin’, babe!”

The both of you laugh at her remark and you toss your hip a little to the side as you stand impressed with your look as well. It took a while for you to find the perfect outfit for tonight while you were out earlier, but you found it nonetheless and love it.

“Thanks! As do you.”

“What can I say? I try my best,” Y/F/N flips a piece of her hair back in dramatics and you both end up laughing again. “But for real you look so good. I have a feeling some hot guy is gonna see you tonight and fall to his knees at the sight of you!”

You roll your eyes and tilt your head at your friend. “Yeah, yeah, if you say so. Hey, I’m gonna get another drink. Do you guys want anything?”

“I do say so! Mark my words, I feel it in my bones,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. “And ooo, yes! I’ll take the same as you and let me ask tipsy over here.”

Y/F/N turns to her boyfriend to ask him if he wants anything to drink, but by the look of it he doesn’t seem to need any more. He’s completely loose and enjoying himself, swaying along to the music and smiling when he notices his girlfriend is back in front of him.

You look across at the bar while you wait for your friends response and see there’s a large group surrounding it. You hope they’re not all there to get a drink, the wait time will be forever.

Looking back over at Y/F/N, you see she’s already back to being in a trance with her boyfriend. They look so sickeningly cute. She turns her head towards you, remembering you asked if her boyfriend wanted another drink, and shakes her head at you. Looks like you’ll just be needing to get two drinks then. You feel thankful for that considering you don’t really know how you would’ve managed to make your way back through this crowd while trying to hold three drinks.

You move away from your friends and head over to the bar area. The wall behind the bartender is illuminated in a deep blue hue and the shelves are lined with bottles upon bottles of different high-end brands of alcohol. The options are limitless, if you have the endless amounts of money to pay for it that is.

After brushing past a few people on the dance floor you finally make it to the bar, but are met with that big group you saw when you were still with your friends. From what you can tell they all just seem really excited and are messing around. None of them seem to be without a drink, so because they’re in front of the area you need to order at, you figure you can just squeeze through real quick and buy the drinks you need and get out.

“Excuse me!” You tap on the man’s arm right in front of you, hoping he’ll be able to notice you and move aside a bit so you can get through. You suddenly hear some excited yells mixed with cheers and are confused as to what’s going on. The guy looks over at you and before you can ask if you can squeeze by, you feel yourself get nudged from behind and are thrusted right in the middle of whatever it is that’s going on in the group.

Before you can process what’s happening, you feel some sort of chilled liquid being sprayed all over you. Your hands shoot up immediately to try and block the spray, but it’s too late, you’re practically soaked. The excited cheers around you quickly fade and then the spray is halted just as fast.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!” You look up and see a tall guy with dark brown curls staring at you with a horrified look on his face. He’s holding a large bottle of champagne, some of it still bubbling out at the top. “Here, let me get you some napkins.”

Shaking your hands in the air to try and get some of the champagne off, you roll your eyes and step closer to the bar. Of course this would happen! You buy a new outfit for new year’s and it gets trashed less than twenty-four hours after buying it, typical. Besides the ruined outfit, you feel sticky and gross. This is definitely not the way you wanted to end the year, or start the new one.

“Relax, dude. Maybe she wanted to get in on the action!” Some guy says from behind you and you have to fight the urge to say something snarky to him. It’s not worth it, the damage is already done.

“Shut the hell up, Brian!” A guy from beside you says and you look up to see it’s the same one who got champagne all over you in the first place.

“Whatever,” ‘Brian’ mumbles. “C’mon, guys let’s hit the dance floor!” The other men around him cheer and all look completely wasted out of their minds. They follow Brian out on the floor and begin to mix and mingle with a group of girls dancing together, leaving you behind with their friend. Some guys.

“Here’s some napkins, they’re all I could find.” He hands you a bunch of small bar napkins, but they’re cheap material for being napkins at a place like this. All they do is get stuck to your hands and start to tear. You do your best to dab at the droplets on your arms and soak up what you can from your clothes. It isn’t perfect but it’ll do for now. You’ll have to go upstairs to clean up thoroughly and change.

“Thanks,” you manage to get out. It feels wrong to thank the guy who did this to you, but at least he stuck around and tried to help out. A lot of other people would just laugh it off and walk away, just like his friends.

The bartender walks over when he sees you and you tell him your order as you begin to ball up all the napkins you used. They’re wet and gross feeling so you quickly toss them over the bar counter into the trashcan while the bartender is making your drinks.

“I’m sorry about what happened, no one else was supposed to be in the middle of that. My friends and I were just messing around, they wanted to get sprayed I-“ He takes a breath and shakes his head, realizing him and his friends’ reasoning won’t solve anything. “I’ll buy you a new outfit if you’d like to replace that one, really I’m-“

“It’s whatever, don’t worry about it.” You quickly say, really wanting him to just drop it and walk away. You don’t feel like a million bucks anymore now that you’ve been drenched back to reality, and to be fair this guy is pretty good-looking. You wanna be pissed at him, but it’s hard to be with a face like his. The best thing to do is just forget it and move on.

The bartender places the two drinks you ordered on the counter in front of you and you take them instantly, wanting to head back to your friends as soon as possible. You turn around and sneak a quick glance at the guy next to you. He’s taller and broader than you thought, but somehow lean at the same time. He’s wearing all black; a blazer fitted over a button up with the sleeves pushed up his arms, fitted dress pants, and a pair of dress shoes you don’t even want to know the price of. He’s oozing wealth and luxury and honestly you could see yourself falling for him simply based off his sincere kindness and appearance, but first impressions are everything and he did spray you with a bunch of champagne. It was an accident sure, but from how his friends acted it seems like this scene isn’t new to him, and you’re not completely obsessed with the idea of having a boyfriend who parties all the time. Such is life, at least he was nice to look at for a few minutes.

“Happy New Year,” you mumble out before quickly rushing past him, getting lost in the sea of people on the dance floor as you go back to Y/F/N and her boyfriend.

“Here’s your drink!” You shout to your friend as you find her in the crowd. She let’s go of her boyfriend smiling to reach out and grab the glass, but it falls as she notices you and the state of your outfit.

“Ohmygod, what happened!?” She shrieks as she takes a step back to really take you all in. You don’t look awful, it’s just the fact she can tell your outfit looks completely different from the last time she saw you, which was mere minutes ago.

“I found a hot guy, but he sure didn’t fall to his knees,” You try to joke, but can tell your friend is concerned so you drop the lightheartedness and fill her in on everything that happened. She gasps at certain parts and by the end of it looks like she’s ready to beat someone up.

“What a douche bag!” She huffs before taking a sip of her drink to cool off. She hates guys like the ones you encountered, partially because one of her exes was just like them.

“Eh, he was fine. It was more his friends. He did offer to buy me a new outfit but I just brushed it off. At least he stayed behind and tried to help me clean up.”

Y/F/N nods her head in agreement, the guy didn’t seem all bad, she was really just mad her best friend had to deal with that and have her new outfit ruined. “That’s true, ugh I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay. It could’ve been worse honestly. I’m just gonna head upstairs and clean up.”

“Alright, you’ll be back, right?” Y/F/N looks over at the huge clock on one of the walls of the club. “There’s less than an hour til’ midnight!”

“Yeah, sure,” you reply, but by the look on your friend’s face you know she can tell you’re not even positive you’ll come back down. Celebrating new year’s eve with your friends has been pretty fun, but you’re not sure you’ll be able to handle the countdown and everyone around you sharing a new year’s kiss while you stand there alone. You don’t need a man, you’re perfectly fine on your own, but having a special someone to ring in the new year with was something you were really excited for and now you don’t have it.

“Okay,” she reaches out with her free hand and lightly squeezes your wrist as she looks at you, smiling fondly. “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

“Happy New Year, Y/F/N.” You give your best friend a small smile, appreciative of her and her understanding, and then leave to head back upstairs for the night.

Making your way out of the club to get to the elevators, you stop by the bar to drop off your glass, and also silently hope you’ll see champagne guy again. Sadly, he’s nowhere to be seen. Probably off with his friends and that group of girls they walked to earlier. Oh well.

You reach the elevator and push the up button. Looking down, you notice your clothes have almost dried, the look of the wet stain practically gone. The fabric still feels a little sticky though which makes you shudder a bit. Gross.

The elevator dings before you, signaling it’s arrival. You step on as soon as the doors open and press the number twenty-two on the panel. Before the doors can start to close you hear a yell from someone asking to hold the elevator. You act fast and press the doors open button, hoping it’ll hold for the person trying to get on.

“Thanks!” Someone says as they dart through the elevator doors just in time before they start to close again. You look up ready to say ‘you’re welcome’ but the words seem to escape you as you realize who it is that stepped onto the elevator with you.

Him.

Champagne guy.

Oh no.

It seems simultaneously you both recognize who the other one is and the two of you appear to retreat to different corners of the elevator instantly.

“Uh- w-what floor,” you stammer out, unsure of how to act in this situation.

“Twenty-two.” You freeze at his answer. Is he trying to hit on you? Invite himself to your room or something? He had to have seen the light on the floor you previously selected. How else would he know?

“You’re on floor twenty-two?” You question, wanting to see what he’ll do.

“Yeah, why?” He looks around you and notices the already lit up button. His eyes widen a little as he realizes what this must look like. “I swear I’m in room twenty-two seventeen, look.” He pulls out a room key from his back pocket and it does in fact have those numbers in bold on it.

You nod your head, letting him know you believe him, and then turn back to facing the elevator doors as it continues to take you up. You glance at what floor you’re on right now and nearly groan at the number eight flashing at you. Damn this slow elevator.

Trying your best not to make any sudden movements, feeling a little nervous and jittery from being so close to this guy now, you tense as you can feel his eyes on you from behind. You can tell he wants to say something, but you’re hoping he doesn’t. Really, what’s there left to say anyways?

“I really am so sorry for what happened back at the bar.” And there he goes. You nearly sigh when he speaks, for the fact you don’t really want to go through this again but also because his voice is pretty attractive. “I know what you must be thinking but I promise I’m not like my friends. I wouldn’t do something like that on purpose and I just want you to know I feel bad and that I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d buy you a new outfit.”

It’s as if he read your mind when you were both at the bar. Does he have to stick up for himself a lot because of his friends? If he doesn’t want people to group him as someone like them, why hangout with people like that anyways?

You turn around and face him, thinking it’s the least you can do considering the fact he does genuinely seem to feel bad about what happened. From what you can tell he doesn’t seem like a bad guy and it’s not the end of the world you got sprayed with champagne. Maybe on a voluntary basis it would’ve actually been fun.

“Seriously don’t worry about it. I forgive you, it’s not the worst thing to happen. And thank you for offering to buy me something new, but you don’t have to. Apologizing and meaning it is enough. I appreciate it.” He nods his head and gives you a small smile which you return. The guy goes to say something else but suddenly the elevator comes to a halt; going up and then down while shaking, the lights flickering for a moment, before completely stopping. You stumble a bit and the guy reaches his hand out to grasp your arm and stable you. You regain your balance and look up at the lights to indicate what floor you’re on. It says twenty-two, but the doors haven’t opened yet.

Reaching out towards the button to open the doors, you press it and wait for the elevator to open and let you out. Nothing happens so you press it again, but still nothing. The lights above you flicker again so you refrain from pressing the button another time, fearing it may lead to the elevator malfunctioning even more.

A throat is cleared beside you and you twist around to find champagne guy standing much closer and pointing towards the panel. “May I?”

Nodding your head, you move aside so he can get closer to the panel. You’re not sure what more he can do considering pressing the button to open the doors did absolutely nothing, but why not let him have a shot anyways.

Before you can question what he plans on doing, he pushes the button with a telephone on it. A pretty loud ring goes off a few times before someone picks up. You probably should’ve done that instead of pushing the same button over and over. You’re grateful the guy can’t see the blush begin to creep up your face.

“Hello?” A voice comes through from the speakers and you nearly cheer. You always thought those call buttons were just for show or rarely worked. Maybe you’d be able to get out of here soon and not be stuck with some guy you know nothing about.

“Yes! Hi!” The guy leans down towards the speakers on the panel as he talks. You don’t think he needs to speak into them, but the view of his arms flexing as he holds himself up prevents you from saying anything. He’s fine just as he is. “I’m a guest here at the hotel and I’m stuck in the elevator with another guest. We were riding up to the twenty-second floor and the elevator just stopped. The doors won’t open or anything. Can you send someone to fix it and get us out of here?”

“I’m sorry to hear that, sir. We’ll do our best to try and get you out but it’s going to be several hours until we can get someone out here to fix it.”

“What!?” You can’t help but to shriek out. There’s no way you can be stuck in here for several hours on new year’s eve. Sure, you were planning on spending the rest of it in the bath with some champagne, but that’s better than being stuck in an elevator that could essentially breakdown even more any minute with a guy you’ve never met before. “You have to get us out of here! Why is it going to take so long? What if something else happens to the elevator?”

You move towards the panel and the guy steps aside so you can hear the staff member better.

“I’m sorry, ma’am but it’s new year’s eve and you’re in one of the best cities in Canada. The traffic is endless and it’ll take our maintenance staff a while to get here with the supplies they need.” What!? You figure in a place like this they’d have endless staff on hand for things like this. If they have to drive here, new year’s will be over by the time they arrive. This is why you and your friends walked everywhere today, even in the daylight the traffic was brutal so you can’t even imagine what it’s like now.

You groan and lean your back against the elevator wall beside you. “This is a nightmare,” you grumble.

The guy looks over and notices how defeated and upset you look. He feels bad, not just because he sprayed you with champagne but because he knows this isn’t the way you wanted to spend your new year’s eve, it’s not how anyone would want to spend it. He inches closer to you and the panel and you press up against the wall just a little bit more, flustered by his sudden closeness.

“Are you sure there’s nothing else you can do?” He pauses, glances at you for a second, then turns back towards the panel. You can tell there’s something on his mind; he looks almost uncomfortable as he continues speaking. “I’m-I’m Shawn Mendes.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion at what he’s said. Why would telling the staff who he is change anything? From what you can tell he’s not anyone famous…

It hits you.

Mendes.

As in the Mendes Group, one of (if not the) biggest and most influential corporations in Toronto, in Canada even. No matter what it is, business, management, public relations, anything and everything, Mendes Group is typically behind it. There’s no wonder why ‘Shawn’ looks like he just walked out of a Vogue magazine, he comes from money, both old and new. To be fair he probably has been on Vogue that’s how important and influential his family is. Him and his family probably stay in this hotel all the time, God knows they can afford it.

“Oh! Mr. Mendes! My apologies! I’ll see what I can do for you right away, sir!” The staff member rushes out and it makes you want to roll your eyes. Of course they’ll jump right on the problem if it’s someone rich and powerful asking.

The line goes dead and suddenly the elevator is filled with silence. You’re not sure what to say, clearly Shawn was apprehensive to say his name, you’re not sure why though. You flick your eyes up towards him and can see a faint pink color bloom on his cheeks as he stares down at the speakers on the panel.

Shawn opens his mouth to say something, but the words seem to get stuck in his throat. He doesn’t even know what to say. What are you supposed to say after using your name and status to gain an advantage? This girl must think he’s a typical stuck up rich guy who thinks everyone should and will fall to their knees at his request. He wants her to know how wrong that assumption is, but before he figures out what to say, the call button lights up and a loud ringing floods the elevator.

Quickly pressing on the telephone icon, Shawn answers. “Hello?”

“Mr. Mendes I’ve looked into the matter further and our staff is on their way to help solve the issue. I am sorry to say that it will still be at least an hour before they’re able to get you out.”

Both you and Shawn groan at the worker’s response. An hour? At least?

“I understand, thank you for doing what you can.” Shawn pushes himself off the panel and moves back to the other corner of the elevator. He sinks down to the ground and presses his back up against the wall, sitting with his knees pushed up and his arms laying across them.

“Of course, sir. My apologies for the inconvenience and happy new year!” The line goes dead and you almost want to laugh at the response. Happy new year, sorry you’re trapped in an elevator!

Considering you’ll be stuck in here for who knows how long, you follow in Shawn’s footsteps and sink to the ground as well. You stretch out your legs in front of you and lean your head back against the wall. Might as well get comfortable.

Reaching into your small bag, you pull out your phone to look at the time. 11:15 p.m. Even if the maintenance people come within an hour, the new year would’ve already rang in. You no longer even get the luxury of deciding to go back downstairs to celebrate with your friends.

“What’s the time?” Lost in your thoughts, you nearly jump at the sound of Shawn’s voice. You clear your throat before looking over at him and responding.

“Uh, eleven-fifteen.” Shawn nods his head and you give him a tight-lipped smile. You’re not sure how to keep the conversation going.

The curly-haired man sighs before biting his lip and looking over at you. “You probably think I’m a dick, huh?”

The question is blunt and not at all what you were expecting him to say. You figure you’d both think of something to talk about eventually, being stuck in the same confined space for so long, but this definitely isn’t one of the topics you’d believe would come up.

“No?” You reply, but it comes out more like a question. From what you can tell he’s not an awful guy, he apologized for what happened earlier and even offered to buy you new clothes. The only thing you find weird is how he got flustered when saying who he was, you figure a guy like him would be used to showing off and making his presence known.

He chuckles, acknowledging your confusion and visible internal conflict. He wouldn’t know what to think of himself either considering the experiences he’s shared with you tonight. “I promise you whatever you’re thinking of me right now, I’m the exact opposite.”

“And what if I thought you were a great guy who isn’t some arrogant jerk who comes from money? You’re telling me you are that arrogant rich jerk?” You’re teasing him and you’re glad he doesn’t take offense as you watch a smile break out onto his face. It’s clear he wants you to understand something about him, you’re just not sure what that is yet.

“Ha-ha, very funny. If you really think I’m a good guy, I thank you for that. Everyone always just kinda assumes I am that rich jerk who likes to party and not take any responsibility.” His smile falters and a part of you feels bad knowing that’s almost exactly what you thought after he sprayed you with champagne. “I hate having to use my name like that, but it’s the only thing I could think of to try and speed along the process. I figured if you heard my name and knew who I was you’d act differently or want something from me. Everyone always does.”

You shake your head knowing you’d never do that to someone. Rich and influential or not, humans are humans and deserve to be treated respectfully. Even the ones who do act like stuck up dicks deserve kindness (well, sometimes). “Honestly, I know very little about you. All I really know is your family owns some massive company that’s super successful. As far as I know you’re just some guy I met in a hotel club on new year’s eve.”

Shawn’s smile returns to his face again and it causes you to smile as well. He’s grateful to you for showing him some kindness, he’s so used to being pulled in fifty different directions at once and having people expect perfection from him always. If he’s going to be stuck in an elevator with anyone, he’s glad it’s someone like you.

“Thank you, I appreciate that.” Shawn nods his head at you and you nod yours in return. “So how come you were leaving the party so early? Please tell me I didn’t ruin your night completely.” He cringes, thinking about the possibility his careless actions forced you to leave behind whoever you were with, and it makes you laugh.

Shaking your head, you shrug your shoulders. “Not entirely. I told my friend I was gonna go upstairs to change and come back but we both knew I wasn’t really gonna go back down. If anything you spraying me with champagne gave me an out.”

Shawn’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and you feel the need to elaborate. It’s not like you don’t have the time.

“I was dating this guy and we broke up a couple weeks ago. I didn’t take it to heart, it wasn’t going anywhere and it was inevitable, but the thing that sucked is that my best friend had this whole trip planned already. She got a deal from her family or something and made it into this double date new year’s celebration. Her and her boyfriend, and me and mine. When my boyfriend and I broke up it really threw everything for a loop. I kinda was hoping she’d turn it into a girl’s trip but who would want to give up a stay in a hotel like this with their boyfriend? So, it’s just me and the both of them and we had fun this morning together but actually going to the party with them was a whole different story. We got a few dances in but then we started drinking and now they’re attached at the hip. I tried to still enjoy it but it’s hard when everyone there basically already has their own person. I didn’t really wanna stick around for the countdown and watch everyone else have their new year’s kiss and I just stood there. Maybe that makes me shallow, I don’t know, but I figured a nice night in with myself and the jacuzzi upstairs would be just fine for me.”

You can’t meet Shawn’s eyes. You don’t know why you just poured all of that out to him, you could’ve just lied. There’s something about him that makes you feel like it’s okay to be open with him though. He kind of opened up to you so it’s fine you opened up to him, right?

“I don’t think that makes you shallow at all. Trust me, I know exactly what you mean. It sucks to feel so alone in a room full of people.” You look up at Shawn and give him a small smile. He put exactly how you felt into words. “I’m sorry about all that.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. At least I’ll have you to ring in the new year with.” A blush forms across your cheeks. I can’t believe I said that, you think.

He smirks but you can see a faint hint of red on his cheeks. “Maybe I can help you out with that new year’s kiss too,” he mumbles sheepishly. If your face didn’t feel hot before, it sure does now. You’re not sure what to reply with, never being fully good with flirting, so you try to change the subject.

“So enough about me. What about you? Why’d you leave early? I know you said earlier you’re not solely the party type, but your friends seem to think differently.” Shawn rolls his eyes and lets out a huff as he begins to fiddle with his fingers, looking lost in thought over the topic.

“My friends are- agh, I don’t know. They have a different perspective on stuff like that. They kind of see every day as an opportunity to get drunk or find the nearest party to let loose at. They think just because I come from a family that’s used to being invited to parties and attending different events every weekend, that I’m down with stuff like that. They kind of hold me to being the life of the party and I guess I sort of just deal with it even if it isn’t fully what I want.”

“Why stay friends with people like that? I assume there’s a lot of people around you like that, but surely not everyone in the industry is obsessed with that kind of stuff?” Shawn shrugs and tilts his head from side to side.

“Not everyone, you’re right, but a majority. It’s hard to find people who will like you just for you and not your money and where you come from. I know you must think that’s rich coming from someone who does come from wealth, but it’s true. I try my best to be authentic with people but either they think it’s just an act or they don’t care. Besides, those guys out there, I’ve known them my whole life, but sometimes I think me gaining more spotlight over the years changed them more than me. I know it may not seem like it but they can be good guys, it just gets to their head sometimes. They know me better than most people, so at the end of the day I’m not as bothered, it just gets to me once in a while so I figured I’d leave and chill in my room.”

“I get where you’re at coming from. I can’t even begin to imagine how you must feel. To not be able to show off who you really are instead of what people just assume of you? That’s awful. And that sucks about your friends, if anything they should be there for you more instead of reveling in the fame you’ve gained since you started getting more involved with your family’s business. I don’t know what I’d do without my friends to help ground me when I need it most. Even if they know you well, having to handle stuff on your own or ground your own friends over something that hardly involves them seems insane. You don’t deserve that.”

“Thank you, really. Not a lot of people see it that way. I try to open up but I’m told it’ll pass or I’m overthinking. I know it sounds selfish but there’s times I wish I wasn’t involved with the business, that I could just do what I want and get involved with foundations I’m passionate about but can’t take part in because it contradicts clients we look over. I’m grateful to be in the position I’m in, I swear, the good outweighs the bad incredibly, I just wish things were different sometimes.”

“Shawn, being passionate about other things isn’t selfish. If anything it’s selfless. There’s so many people in your position that don’t care about anything or anyone but themselves. You should be able to do things you’re passionate about without worrying whether it combats some client’s company you work with. If it doesn’t hurt anyone it shouldn’t matter.” You don’t know why, but you feel strongly about helping Shawn and defending him. All he wants to do is live his life the way he wants and he’s essentially trapped down one path. Sure being born into wealth and influence isn’t something to complain about, but when it takes over who you are and prevents you from going after what you really want, that’s where a line is crossed.

“Do you mind saying all that again so I can record it and send it to my parents?” The both of you laugh and Shawn seems to relax a bit; stretching out and feeling comfortable telling this stuff to you.

“So, tell me,” you say as you scoot a tiny bit closer to him, feeling drawn in to his presence. “If you could do anything else with your life, anything at all, what would it be?”

“Besides taking part in all the foundations and charities I’m interested in? To be honest…” He hesitates. He looks over at you but he sees how genuinely interested you are. You seem so completely free of judgement and it makes him want to share everything with you. “I’d love to make music and tour around the world. Use my influence for good and spread as much love and kindness as I can. I know it sounds cheesy and a million others already do it but it’s something I’ve loved since I was a kid. I’d do anything to have my music out there.”

Your heart seems to melt at his confession and you can’t help but feel giddy over how shy and vulnerable Shawn looks right now. You can tell how serious he’s being and how hard this must be for him to admit.

“I know I’ve never heard you sing or play an instrument, but I know you’d be wonderful in music.” You giggle and Shawn smiles at the sound. “The way you talked about it makes it seem like you’ve written some songs before? What kind of songs have you written?”

Shawn nods his head, “Yeah, I’ve written a lot actually. I got my first real guitar when I was thirteen, a gift from my mom after she saw how obsessed I was with music, and I’ve been writing ever since. A lot of them are random or not any good, but majority of them are love songs. Some based on experience or a friend’s experience.”

“You ever been in love before, Mendes?” A daring question, but there’s a part of you that wants to know if he has a special someone waiting for him, a girl who’s managed to look past Shawn Mendes and just see Shawn.

He nods and scrunches his nose a little. “True love? Just once I’d say. There was this girl I loved since since I was about sixteen-ish. I met her through a friend and genuinely thought she was the one for me. We dated for a few years after what felt like forever in the friend-zone, but we broke up a while ago. Turns out the person you fall in love with when your sixteen isn’t always the one you’re meant to be with forever, even if it feels like that when you’re dating. We just weren’t that perfect couple I always thought we’d be. No bad blood or anything, but there’s definitely no chance we’ll get back together again and that’s okay.”

“Damn, Shawn. If that’s how you talk about a relationship, I’d do anything to see how you write songs about one.” Shawn laughs at your comment and you can’t help but to join in with him.

“I’ll have to sing you a few sometime,” he whispers and you smile while tilting your head to the side, pushing your shoulder into the side of your cheek a bit, feeling giddy and in awe over this man. “Well, now that you know basically everything deeply personal about me, what about you? What gets you out of bed each morning? What inspires you to be the best version of yourself and keep going?”

When you woke up this morning, you never expected this to be the way you spent your new year’s eve. With a stranger you met probably not even an hour ago, trapped in an elevator in a hotel you’d only dreamed of staying in. It’s completely random, but somehow perfect nonetheless. Meeting a person like Shawn would typically have you walking in the other direction, wanting anything but a moment trapped with him. But getting to know him, the real him, not just what the magazines, tabloids, and stereotypes make him out to be, has been incredible and you are so grateful you were extremely wrong about him. So, you dive into a bit of your past; you tell Shawn about what you’ve dreamed of since you were little, the projects and goals you hope to accomplish, and the life you want to lead. Of course you only give him as much as he gave you, knowing all too well this won’t be the last you see of Shawn Mendes. Somehow, you can tell this man is going to be a big part of your life.

Time seems to fly as you and Shawn get wrapped up in each other’s stories and thoughts. Before you know it your phone is going off and you’re jolted back to the present. You grab it, wondering what in the world it can be, and gasp as you realize there’s just barely two minutes left until midnight. You set an alarm earlier to let you know when it got close to twelve o’clock, not knowing if there’d be something to tell you the time in the club, and thankfully you did because you and Shawn would’ve missed the start of the new year without it!

“It’s almost midnight,” you rush out to Shawn, turning your phone so he can see the time.

“Wow, already!? I hadn’t realized how much time had passed. Do you need to call your friends or anything?” You shake your head at him as the two of you stand up.

“No, both my friends left their phones in their room. I was the only one who brought their phone. I doubt they’d answer anyways, it’s so loud down there I don’t think they’d even hear it ring. What about you? You need to call your friends or anything?”

“Nah, when I left them it looked like they were just fine ringing in the year with their drinks and that group of girls.” The both of you laugh and Shawn shakes his head, having no trouble picturing what his two best friends Brian and Matt must look like right now with the other guys as the clock counts down.

You look down at your phone and realize there’s only a minute left until the new year starts.

“Sixty seconds,” you say as you hold up the phone between you and Shawn, watching as the red second hand inches closer and closer to the number twelve.

There’s a mere fifteen seconds left until the clock strikes midnight and you notice out of the corner of your eye that Shawn takes a step closer to you. You glance up at him and take a breath before deciding to make one of the biggest shots you’ve ever made.

“So about that new year’s kiss?” Shawn smirks as he looks into your eyes, loving how bold yet nervous you are right now. He peers over at the phone in your hand and his smirk turns into a large grin as the second hand passes over the twelve and 12:00 a.m. pops up on the top of your screen.

“Happy New Year.” Shawn reaches out and cups your face with his hands before leaning in and kissing you. You’re shocked but also you aren’t considering you literally asked for this, you just can’t believe he actually went through with it.

It’s as if yours and Shawn’s lips were two pieces of a puzzle you weren’t ever quite able to find the missing piece for. The way they mold together so effortlessly makes you never want to kiss anyone else but him. You don’t know where this relationship will go, if it’s even any kind of relationship at all, but you do know you don’t want this to stop and that it feels so damn good.

A satisfied hum escapes you and you just know Shawn can feel the flush on your cheeks as he continues to cup your face. He smiles against your lips and you’d do anything to always be able to feel that feeling for the rest of your life.

You slip your phone into your bag before stretching your arms up to wrap your hands around the back of Shawn’s neck. You run your fingers through his hair and dear god is it soft. Pulling on the edges of it a little, you feel a warmth spread throughout your belly as Shawn groans into your mouth. He removes one hand from your face and grasps your hip before lightly pushing you back against the wall. You’re flush against his chest and you allow one of your hands to travel down to the spot just under his neck where he has a few buttons of his shirt undone. You lightly tug on the necklace he’s wearing and somehow lean even closer into him than you already are.

The elevator seems to become very warm as you and Shawn take it upon yourselves to explore each other with your hands, finding yourselves to be completely lost and entranced with one another.

Shawn moves his lips from your mouth down to your neck and you really feel as if you’ve never felt something as good as this. Before you’re able to process what’s happening, Shawn’s lifting up one of your legs and wrapping it around his hip, allowing himself even more room to push closer to you.

You feel him move his hips forward and it takes everything in you not to yell out in pleasure as you feel him press up against you between your legs.

Wow, does this man know how to make a girl feel good-

A ding is heard and suddenly the doors to the elevator open. You turn your head and your eyes widen at the sight of a maintenance worker standing there with a look of shock on their face as they notice you and Shawn.

The two of you dart apart and quickly try to recover, but the worker’s already seen quite the show. Shawn clears his throat and you make sure you have everything before following him out of the elevator. As you pass by the worker you both give them your gratitude while trying to keep some dignity, but quickly rush off as soon as you can to avoid any more time in front of the worker and in that elevator you’ve been trapped in.

Shawn leads you down the hallway and you try your best to not get sidetracked by the art and details on the walls. It blows your mind every time you walk through these halls how intricate everything is. They sure didn’t spare any expense when building this place.

There's a a tug on your arm which causes you to stop and you realize Shawn's standing in front of a hotel door. Number twenty-two seventeen, just like he said earlier.

Shawn turns around and you suddenly feel like you have no idea what to do next. Did what happen in the elevator mean anything to him? Does he want you to forget it happened and leave? Sign an NDA and swear you'll never tell anyone what he's said?

"You wanna finally go test out that jacuzzi tub?" There's a coy smile on his lips and suddenly all your questions are answered.

You bite down on your lip to try and hold back your smile as you watch Shawn unlock the door and begin to lead you inside. Before you can fully step in, you pull back on his hand and he turns around to look at you as you realize you never got to say a certain something to him earlier in the elevator.

"Happy New Year, Shawn."

He smiles at you, then pulls you inside so the two of you can finish ringing in the new year together, just how you'd like it.

[brokendave]

fireworks (s.m)

AN: my shadowban has been lifted, finally!!! so I'm reposting so that people will see it. lmk what you think!

Word Count: 4k

She was cutting up the watermelon when she heard his voice. Raspy but soft like sand under your feet. His laugh was bubbly and crystal clear like the ocean water. She didn’t want to look up and out the window because she didn’t want to see him. Hearing him was enough torture. She didn’t even know he was coming. 

“Who invited him?” Her best friend, Melanie, scoffed from next to her. She was putting all the precut fruit into a bowl. Y/N didn’t know who invited him, but the fact was, he was here. “Do you even see him?” Melanie elbowed her arm, causing her to cut the piece of watermelon crooked. 

“Look what you just made me do,” Y/N whined, setting the knife down on the cutting board and wiping her hands on her apron. “And no, but I hear him.” She sighed and looked over at her friend. She could hear him greeting all their friends outside. She didn’t know he was coming. Of course, why wouldn’t he be invited? They shared all the same friends. She just didn’t know he was in town. 

“You look so pretty. Pretty enough to make him regret dumping you,” Melanie gleamed, pulling at the ends of Y/N’s hair. It used to be perfectly curled until the humidity set in and she got splashed with pool water when her brother cannon balled into it as she sunbathed. 

“He didn’t dump me. It was mutual,” she corrected, turning back to the fruit on the counter. That was mostly the truth. One that Melanie knew was something Y/N said to herself late at night to convince herself that she wanted this too. But really, she never wanted this. She didn’t want to feel like her heart was being ripped out of her rib cage just because she heard his voice. How would she feel when she saw his face? Probably like a million little stabs hitting her all at once. 

“Y/N,” his voice came from the patio door. She didn’t even hear it open, but then again, maybe it had been open the entire time and she just forgot. The knife in her hand hovered over the watermelon, juice dripping on her fingers as it condensated from the heat outside. “Y/N,” he said again. This time firmer. Desperate. Like he needed her to look at him. So she did. 

“I’ll let you two talk,” Melanie said, excusing herself. Y/N had tunnel vision. She couldn’t see anything except him. His curly brown hair, flopping loosely in front of his face. There was enough product in it to keep it standing but the way it covered his eyes just a little bit reminded her of when he woke up too early in the morning. 

“I didn’t know you were coming,” she said softly. Barely above a whisper. She wiped her hands again on her apron, suddenly too conscious of how sticky her fingers might be if he were to try and touch her but then she thought how fucking ridiculous is that? 

“Iwasn’t planning on it. But then I heard you were going to be here, so, I figured,” he trailed off, looking at everything except for her when her eyes were glued to him. The pink of his lips looked the same. She wondered if he still had wrinkles in the corner of his eyes when he laughed. She should have looked out the window. 

“Figured what? You haven’t tried to contact me in the last three months. So what’s different?” Her voice shook and she tried to steady it but the more she tried, the worse it got. He stepped closer to the counter and the wind blew in from outside and she could smell his cologne and she was never more thankful for the giant slab of wood and granite that stood between them. 

“I just, I don’t know what to say,” he breathed. His breath smelled like mint. Like he was chewing gum the entire way here. “Did you get my letters? I tried. I know that I still love you. I know that I shouldn’t have been so stupid. I know I want you back. I just don’t know how to say those things.” 

“Shawn,” she mumbled. She looked down at the ground instead of into his brown eyes. The tile was pure white that now had sticky red juice on it and she tried to wipe it away with her sandal. She did get his letters. She got all of them. The postcards from his travels around Europe and his handwritten letters on printer paper, yellow-lined notepads, and sometimes when he had a really important thought, he wrote it down on post-it notes or napkins and threw those in the envelopes, too. She got them all. 

“No,” he stopped her. “Please look at me,” he begged. He put his hands on the countertop, his fingertips turning white from the pressure. She didn’t have to look at him to know his eyes were pleading and he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Please.” 

She looked up, trying to avoid picking out all her favorite things about him. He didn’t speak. Everything he was too afraid to say, he was saying with his eyes and Y/N was just too stubborn, or scared, to try and listen to it. 

She didn’t know how long they looked at each other before Tinsley burst through the door. “Where is that fruit salad?” Y/N cleared her throat and picked up the knife. She tried to finish cutting the watermelon, but Tinsley cut through the kitchen and added the already cut-up pieces to the bowl. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. We have plenty.” Y/N stopped cutting and looked at her friend. She was beautiful. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes. The host of all hosts. “Thank you.” And then she disappeared. 

Y/N put the rest of the fruit in a container and the cutting board and knife in the sink, scrubbing her hands under warm water. She tried to pretend that Shawn wasn’t still standing a few feet away but it was hard when she could smell the way he was sweating. “I got them.” Shawn wasn’t sure he heard her right. His mouth fell agape but no words came out so she looked over at him. “I got them all, Shawn. Of course, I got them.”

“You never wrote back.” 

“What did you want me to say? Hope you’re having a great time in Europe without me? You look so happy and tanned without me? We were supposed to go on that trip together,” she hissed. She remembered planning it. She remembered surprising him with the tickets for his birthday last August. He was so happy, she had never seen him smile so wide. They picked out the Air B&Bs together, which train routes they would take and what attractions they would see. He suggested going to Positano to end the trip and that was what she was looking forward to the most. 

It was bad enough that when they broke up she let him take the tickets and the trip with whoever he wanted but he didn’t have to rub it in by writing her letters detailing everything he did and he didn’t have to add photos of himself and the scenery. Sometimes he just didn’t think. But he was thinking, he was thinking that maybe she would reply to him because he was blocked on everything else. Maybe he would finally get some sort of reaction out of her. This was not the reaction he wanted. 

“I-” Shawn stumbled on his words. His eyes were searching her face but all he saw was anger. Pure, unadulterated anger. “I just thought-”

“You don’t think!” She yelled, throwing her hands up in anger. “That was always the problem, wasn’t it?” She was seething now. She didn’t know when it happened. Somewhere between him telling her he still loved her and her remembering his sandy feet on the beaches of Italy. 

She stormed off, her sandals slapping the hardwood floor behind her. The end of her dress grazed his bare leg and he could have sworn he felt it leave behind a trail of heat. He watched her walk away, smiling at the other party guests like the last five minutes hadn’t happened. He wondered, how can she pretend like that? It was always so easy for her. 

She picked up a margarita from the drink tray on the patio table and took a sip. She was planning on staying mostly sober today, considering she would have to drive home, but with Shawn standing in the other room she may not have a choice but to drink to get through this. 

Melanie came over, giving her a knowing smile and asking her silently if she was okay. YN gave her a small nod and soft smile and pretended like everything was okay but it was not. Everything was not okay. 

YN paced around her kitchen. Her cat meowed at her from the big window in the living room, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with his mother. She ignored him and kept pacing. Her thumbnail was chewed to a nub and she could taste old nail polish on her lips. Shawn was on his way after a very ominous ‘we need to talk’ text and YN’s nerves were on fire. 

He was on edge all month. Blowing off plans, showing up late to dinner, not replying to texts. She didn’t know what was going on but a breakup seemed to be on the horizon. Melanie said she was crazy. That there was no way Shawn would dump her. “He is so hopelessly in love with you, you have nothing to worry about,” she told her. 

YN tried to listen to her. She tried to swallow her fear, bury it under her fingernails and pretend it didn’t exist, and then she received the text. Her doorbell rang and she clicked the buzzer to let him inside and then she waited. She moved from the kitchen to the living room and sat on the couch. Her cat walked over and settled into her lap. He jumped up when there was a knock at the door. 

“Hey,” she said when she opened the door, revealing a disheveled Shawn. 

“Hey,” he replied. She moved to the side to let him in and he moved to the couch like he lived there. He basically did. She wanted him to but she never had the courage to ask. And isn’t the girl supposed to move in with the guy? She didn’t know what to do anymore. All the usual things you were supposed to do in relationships went out the window with Shawn. She asked him out first. She accidentally said I love you first. She usually planned the dates. He should be the one to ask her, right? 

“What’s up?” She asked when he didn’t say anything. He looked at her and rubbed his palms on his jeans. “Are you okay?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“What?” She choked. She wasn’t prepared. She should make him leave. She should have told him that she wasn’t home and that she didn’t have time to talk. She wanted to take it all back. “Is this about our fight the other day?” She blew up on him when he was late for dinner with her parents. He promised and promised he wouldn’t be late but lateness was his newest trait, so she didn’t expect much. 

She was still pissed when he was late. Mostly because her mom was making snide comments about how hungry she was and how she wishes all the people attending were here so she could order. YN told her just to order some appetizers and be quiet, but her mother was her mother and that was it. When he finally showed, YN pulled him into the hallway with the bathroom and chewed him out pretty bad. He kept apologizing and trying to kiss her but she kept pushing him away until eventually he left and her mom could finally order her food. 

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “That was my fault. I fucked up. I don’t know why I’ve been acting so shitty lately, I deserved it.”

“Then what’s wrong? You’ve been pushing me away for months.” Shawn let out a shaky breath. It was all she needed to know. This was it. “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” Shawn looked surprised. His eyebrows raised and his shoulders straightened. She almost had half a mind to think that that wasn’t what he was doing. She had a little bit of hope. 

Then, the hope dissipated and Shawn said, “yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.” 

She couldn’t move. Her feet were nailed to the ground. She couldn’t make them move even if she put all her strength into it. He didn’t say anything else. He tried to hug her. He tried to ask her if she was okay. She didn’t notice the tears in his eyes because her vision was blurred with tears of her own. There wasn’t anything she could say. He had said it all and said nothing at all at the same time. 

The sun was setting now. YN had spent the rest of her afternoon lounging in the pool chairs, reading a book and sipping margaritas. The occasional person stopped to talk to her but it was all formalities. How have you been? We miss seeing you around! Is your mother doing alright? No one asked her about Shawn. There wasn’t anything to ask. He had pretty much disappeared after their conversation earlier. She saw him flying around the groups of people and chatting but he never stayed in one place for very long and YN refused to give him more than a glance. 

When it was time for the fireworks, YN put her book away and found her way to the bathroom to change back into her dress. She knocked once and waited for a response. “Occupied.” The voice didn’t come from inside the bathroom, though. And it was one she knew all too well. 

She turned around to see Shawn leaning against the wall with his hands in his shorts pockets. “Are you waiting?” She asked. 

He nodded. “You can go first, though.” He tried not to look her up and down but how could he not when she looked like that. Her one piece was plastered to her body and hugging all her curves that Shawn had loved to touch. Kiss. He couldn’t help but look. YN didn’t answer him, just stepped to the side of the bathroom door to let whoever was inside out. “You don’t need to stand that far away from me,” he said.

“I was safe before. With the counter in between us.” 

“You’re safe now. Always safe with me,” he whispered. She looked over at him and he stepped closer without asking. He was always doing that. Looking at her like that. She had to shake the memory of the morning sun on his face out of her head. Forget the way his lips tasted because if she thought about it, she would kiss him. And she shouldn’t do that. 

A pretty girl with shoulder-length black hair and bright red lipstick came out of the bathroom. She apologized for making them wait and slipped out of the hallway and then they were alone again. “I’m gonna change,” YN said. She headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her, leaning against it for extra support. 

She tried to breathe as she stared at herself in the mirror, but she couldn’t. She heard a knock at the door. “Can you let me in?” He whispered on the other side of the door. She hesitated, but let him in even though she knew she shouldn’t. He shut the door behind him and now they were only inches apart. She could feel his breath. “I wanna tell you what I should have said that day in your apartment.” 

“You don’t need to do this,” she said. Was he going to just break her heart all over again? Was ending it not enough that he wanted to detail every single reason he didn’t want to be with her? 

“I do.” He put his hands on her face. The way he always did when he needed her to

really listen to him. His palms burned into her cheeks and she wanted to flinch away. The feeling was too familiar and it made her nauseous thinking that she hadn’t felt this in the last three months. How could she have survived not feeling this? “I didn’t come over that day to break up with you. I don’t know why I said I was. You caught me off guard and you were so hurt and mad about how I had been acting and I thought that was the right thing to do. Because you were right. I was being a dick but I had a reason, YN. You gotta believe me.” 

She sucked in the air between them and she didn’t really care what he had to say anymore, only that she wanted to kiss him but she didn’t do that. She pushed him away instead and threw on her dress over her swimsuit. “You had a reason?” She scoffed. “A reason to treat me like a second-class citizen and then what? Lie to me? It’s my fault you broke up with me?” 

“That’s not what I said,” he pleaded, reaching out for her again. He just wanted to feel her skin once more. “Please, let me explain.” She wanted to. She really, really, did. But was too scared and too drunk to stay in the bathroom. She felt like the air was thinning anf she couldn’t breathe anymore so she ran out of the room, leaving the door open behind her. Instead of running through the back, she ran through the front. Where no one could see her hyperventilate. 

She kneeled in the grass, trying to catch her breath. Blades of grass spread between her fingertips. She dug them so deep that when she went to wipe the tears she didn’t know were falling off her cheek, there was dirt under her nails. She heard his footsteps.

“Go away,” she cried, saliva and tears choking her words. “Please.” 

Shawn’s heart broke for her. Broke because he did that. A firework went off above their heads, shattering in the sky like broken glass. Like broken hearts. That was more symbolic of what was happening. “Please look at me.” 

She was sure her mascara was running and her blush was all gone and maybe the pimple she tried to cover up on her cheek was showing now, too. “No.” 

“I need you to look at me,” he begged. He never begged but he was begging for her. Shawn had never loved someone so much and he didn’t think he would ever again if she didn’t just fucking look at him. 

When she turned around, her knees had imprints of grass on them. Some blades stuck to her sticky skin. She didn’t care because he was on one knee, tears streaming down his face and a ring in between his fingers. “I was gonna ask you to marry me that day. I was gonna wait until we were in Italy but I couldn’t be around you without wanting to spill the beans. I couldn’t wait and then I- I don’t know. I came over with this whole speech prepared. The ring was in my pocket. And I left without my girl.” 

He was crying so hard he could barely get the words out. She didn’t even look at the ring. She didn’t know if she even believed him. But when she didn’t say anything and he sobbed even harder and fell back on his butt, burying his head in his hands. He had lost her, he thought. She was gone for good and it was all his fault. 

YN crawled through the manicured lawn, fireworks going off above her. One after the other after the other. They sounded like her racing heartbeat. She wrapped her hands around his wrists and exposed his face. He looked at her with red cheeks and sad eyes and she wiped a tear away from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to kiss her finger. He didn’t. 

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. YN shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. Shouldn’t she be the one crying? She decided she would cry, too. So they both were in a puddle of tears and grass and there were the damn fireworks. 

“Do you mean it?” She asked. He pulled away just enough to look at her. He furrowed his brows like he was confused and she clarified. “Do you mean it? That you love me? Wanted to marry me?” 

“Did you not read my last letter?” He asked, slightly heartbroken. He thought it couldn’t shatter any more than it already was, but then she shook her head. She didn’t read it. She had had enough of the letters that she just tossed it in the garbage. “Of course I mean it.” 

As she prayed that it was still in her trash car, she kissed him. She kissed him so hard she could no longer hear or feel the fireworks. 

YN, 

The travel sucked, but Vienna is beautiful. It’s everything I thought it would be. The coffee is great. I know that’s what you were most excited about. I wish I could pack up every coffee shop and send it home to you. I wish I could pack you up and bring you here. I shouldn’t have come without you. Why did I do that? I see your face in every sculpture I see. I hear your voice in the birds chirping. I love you. 

YN,

We’re leaving Vienna now. I don’t need to tell you what’s next. You wrote the itinerary. You planned too many travel days. We would have bickered the entire time, you know. You would have been too tired and hot to sit in the airport for hours and then on the plane. No wonder you paid extra for first class. Let me pay you back, okay? I know you said I could have it since it was my birthday present, but I want to. I’ll Venmo you. If you unblock me. Is it because I tried to send you money to get a response? I’m sorry. Anyway, the flights are long and my back really hurts so I wish I had your hands to massage them. You were always so good at that. 

I smell you inside this restaurant

All these couples kissing on these boats. Fuck I wish you were here. 

YN,

I know it’s been a few days since I last wrote a letter. I hope that they’re not bothering you. They probably are, which is why you haven’t written one back. Or unblocked me. I don’t know. Sweden was cool. Would have been better with you. Why did we break up again? 

We landed in Paris. I’m writing this on a napkin of a French coffee shop. It’s too pretentious for you. 

The Eiffel tower would look better with you under it. 

YN,

We’re going to Italy now. I’m writing this on the plane. It’s the last stretch of the trip, as you know. I hope all my pictures are finding you well. How are you? I don’t know what to say, anymore. I don’t think I ever knew what to say. Even when I was breaking up with you, you know. I didn’t know what I was saying. How can I take it back? It’s too late. I should have made a grand gesture and asked you on this trip with me. Together or not. I should have stood outside your apartment with a boombox and sang your favorite rom-com songs until you came down to shut me up and then we’d kiss or something. Your apartment is too high up, anyway. You’d never hear me. I could ask one of the window cleaners to let me on their thing maybe. Then you’d see me. Then I’d have to get down. You don’t like big romantic gestures, anyway. I know that. I love you.  

YN, 

This is the last letter I’m going to write. You’re not answering me and I’m in Positano right now and all I can think about is how this was where I was planning on asking you to marry me. That’s why I pushed so hard for us to add it to the trip. It’s so beautiful here. The sun is so bright and the beach is so clear. I wanted to bring you to the beach, set up a picnic, and pour you champagne. Not too much, because I want you to remember the way that I tell you that you’re the girl of my dreams. I wish I hadn’t jumped the gun and come over that day. In your apartment? How fucking dumb. You don’t even have the best view in the building. Maybe if I hadn’t been so scared to accidentally slip up my plans, I wouldn’t have been so avoidant. Then you wouldn’t have thought I wanted to break up and maybe we’d be engaged. When I get back I’m going to find you. Please tell me you’ll say yes. 

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City Of Love

City of Love (Personal Assistant AU—Reversed Roles)

A/N: So, in this imagine, Shawn is Y/n’s personal assistant and Y/N is the popstar. Andrew is still her manager, but Brian is a girl, and his name is Brianna. Haha, hope you like it

Summary: Shawn is Y/N’s assistant and he’s head over heels for her. Does she feel the same for him?

Warnings: Swear Words

            There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Shawn was in love with the Y/N L/N. It was a known fact. The team knew, the fans knew it, hell even Y/N herself knew it. And it wasn’t like he tried to hide it either. Not in the loving glances he sent to her. Not in the long hugs he pulled her into at the end of her shows. Not in the soft kisses he planted on her forehead when she was feeling extra stressed. He was completely transparent.

            Y/N on the other hand was a different story. No one could really tell with her how she felt for him. And she did it on purpose. She couldn’t date her personal assistant. It would be too messy. Plus, he was her best friend. She couldn’t ruin that friendship for a relationship that might not even last.

So, when Shawn would give her those glances, she would roll her eyes at him and act oblivious. When he would pull her into those bear hugs, she would pat his back in a friendly way. And when he would kiss her on the forehead, she would brush it off as a kind act.

She was chastised by her friends, her team, and her family. “You can’t keep letting him wander around you like a lovesick puppy. Just put poor Shawn out of his misery. You have to tell him that you don’t feel that way about him.”

But she did feel that way about him. She just couldn’t. And she knew it was wrong to lead him on like she was, but she couldn’t do anything. She wanted him in her life. She wanted him in any way that she could get. And if that was just as a best friend/personal assistant then that was how it would have to be. And it wasn’t like he had ever told her about his true feelings for her. He had never actually said the words “I love you in more than a platonic way.” So, until that happened, she was perfectly fine with the way their relationship was.

*****

Shawn was mesmerized with the way she sung to the crowd so passionately. It honestly put him in a daze. “You’re so whipped,” Brianna laughed.

“Shut up,” he blushed. “If only I knew she felt the same. Does your best friend really have to be the most confusing women on this planet?”             “I ask myself the same question every day. I’m not even sure how she feels about you. She hasn’t ever come out and explicitly said she likes or dislikes you. It’s almost like she doesn’t know if she should like you or not. She’s undecided. It’s weird and so unlike her. You know her probably better than me. You spend more time with her. She’s never indecisive. She always seems to know what she wants. It’s only when it comes to you that she doesn’t. I can’t tell if it’s a good or a bad thing.”

Shawn sighed. “Somedays I wonder if she even wants me here. And then others, it’s like I’m the only person that exists to her.”

Y/N finished her last song and came running off the stage. Shawn pulled her into one of his famous hugs while she patted his back. “You were amazing! Not that I don’t think every show is fantastic, but I think this one is your best one yet!”

“You say that every night,” she chuckled.

“Cause it’s true! It gets better every time you preform.”

She pulled away from the hug. “You’re only saying that because I am your boss.”

And there she went ruining a sweet moment. She always had to bring up her job around him and frankly it hurt his feelings. She was more than just his boss to him. She was his confidant, the person who knew him better than anyone else, the person who helped him through his anxiety.

She didn’t seem to notice the shift in his demeanor as Andrew patted her on the shoulder congratulating her. Brianna sent him a sympathetic smile and rubbed his arm.

This small gesture caught Y/N’s attention from the corner of her eye. She felt a small pang of jealously go through her, but it faded quickly when Shawn turned back to her and sent her one of his signature smiles.

*****

After showering and getting back on the tour bus, Y/N headed for the back of the bus towards her room. They were going to Paris the next day, the city of love. It had always been on Y/N’s bucket list to go there, but they had skipped it her last tour. To say she was excited was an understatement. She had even convinced Andrew to give them three extra days after her show in Paris for her and the team to explore. Andrew obliged even though everyone knew that he secretly wanted to explore France just as much as the rest of them.

“Knock, knock,” Shawn said outside her door.

“Come in.” She was laying on her bed reading a book in her sweatpants and one of Shawn’s old band t-shirts. And that was another thing that confused Shawn. She and Shawn would often sleep in the same bed together because they both enjoyed the comfort. Occasionally Shawn would lend her his shirts (which he thought she looked adorable in), and she would willingly accept. Which probably wasn’t an odd thing for best friends to do, but she rarely gave them back which pulled on Shawn’s heartstrings, making him think that maybe he had a chance.

She glanced up at him and felt her heart stop. He was shirtless, which wasn’t a new thing for her. But damn did he look fine tonight. His hair was a tousled mess, and it was so extremely attractive to her. She tried to hide her infatuation by glancing back down at her book, but she couldn’t focus on the words.

“Are you going to stay the night in here,” She asked him to try to seem nonchalant.

“Obviously! We still have that season of the bachelorette to finish! I’m so excited to see who she’s going to choose.”

Y/N shook her head at him. “And to think that three months ago you thought this show was obnoxious.” She thought it was sweet that he wanted to watch something with her.

“Hey, once it gets started it’s actually kind of entertaining. But at first glance it doesn’t seem that way.”

“Just quit lurking in my doorway, it’s rude. Get in this bed right now!”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He was under her covers in the blink of an eye.

“So, Mr. Mendes, what’s on the schedule for tomorrow,” she questioned while she turned on the T.V. and hit play on the episode.

“You’ve got an online interview at 10:00 am and then you’ve got soundcheck at noon. The meet and greets at 4:30 and you’re show starts at 7:30 tomorrow. A little later than usual, but we’re not getting to Paris until like 11:00 am so…late show it is.”

She sighed laying her head on his bare chest and placing her book on her nightstand. “How would I ever do it without you? You’re the best. Thanks Shawn.”

Shawn hummed a your welcome and felt his heart rate increase. He hoped she wouldn’t be able to hear it thudding against his chest.

*****

“Y/N, honey. It’s time to wake up,” a soft voice filled the room, shaking her from her sleep. She sat up, her hair a mess, and her eyes half closed. Shawn let out a little chuckle. She was adorable.

“Sorry to wake you, but you’ve got that interview in an hour and I didn’t know how long you wanted to take to get ready.”

“You’re good Mr. Mendes! Thanks for always keeping me on schedule.” At this point she had stood from the bed and was walking towards him. She placed a kiss on his cheek as she walked towards the shower.

The second the door closed to the bathroom, Shawn went to the living quarters of the bus. “I saw that, you know,” a sly voice said from the corner of the room. Shawn turned to see Brianna.

“Saw what?” He could feel himself blushing.

“You walk out of her room. Her kissing your cheek. The basics.”

“Well, she kisses my cheek a lot, it’s nothing new. And we sleep in the same bed a lot. It’s honestly become rarer for us to not sleep in the same bed.”

A pregnant pause went through the room as they heard the shower in the background.

“I was thinking of ways to get her to confess her feelings to you. Or at least drop a hint of something. It’s getting so obnoxious seeing you follow her around like a puppy.”

“I’m listening.”

“In high school, she really liked this boy. But no one knew because she never acted like she did. Well anyways, one day we were playing spin the bottle and I was chosen to kiss him. She was insanely jealous and hardly talked to me the next couple days. I finally confronted her about it, and she told me she had a massive crush on him.

“I thought she was so mad at me. But she had distanced herself from me because apparently, she couldn’t get the image of me and him kissing out of her head. If she reacts the same way with you, it means she really likes you.”

Shawn hesitated. “Look, you’re an amazing girl, but I just don’t want to kiss anyone besides Y/N.”

Brianna laughed. “I have a boy that I’m talking to. I know the feeling. We don’t have to kiss, but we should make it seem like we’re flirting or something. Maybe you could hug me like you always hug her. Maybe a few forehead kisses, some holding hands, and voila, if she has feelings for you, all will be revealed. If she doesn’t, then she’ll probably try to encourage our relationship or something.”             “It doesn’t hurt trying.”

They both turned their heads as they heard the door to Y/N’s room opening as she stepped out. A light blue blouse adorned her beautiful figure and complimented her eyes. Her hair lay in soft curls framing her face and Shawn couldn’t help but be breathless for a few seconds.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” Y/N asked as she stared between the two. Brianna had moved closer to Shawn to make it seem like they were having a more than friendly conversation before she walked in.

“Nope, not at all. Need help getting ready?” Brianna quickly asked to draw the attention away from Shawn who had his mouth slightly open as he stared at Y/N.

*****

“Oh my gosh Shawn, you’re hilarious,” Brianna had said while they ate lunch at the stadium where Y/N would be performing later that night.

Y/N looked across the way at Brianna and sent her a questioning glance. She hadn’t thought Shawn’s joke was funny enough to warrant a reaction like that. But that most likely meant that Brianna was flirting with Shawn. Which was a new thing.

A very new thing. Y/N wondered when her friend had developed this flirty relationship with her assistant. Before today, Brianna would always roll her eyes at Shawn’s cheesy jokes. Now she was sending googly eyes at him.

A pang of jealousy coursed through her. But she didn’t have much time to dwell on it before Andrew was walking over to the trio to tell them that Y/N’s sound check was supposed to be starting in ten minutes.

“Shawn, why didn’t you tell me sound check got moved to thirty minutes earlier?”

Shawn stared cheekily at Brianna. At this point, they had let the whole team in on their plot and everyone was working hard to play it off. They all wanted Y/N’s feelings to be revealed once and for all.

“I guess I just got distracted, sorry,” he sent a wink to Brianna that didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N.

She scoffed. “Well try to not to get distracted again. You are working right now, not trying to get a date for tonight.” She stood from the table and walked away calmly.

Shawn pointed his thumb after her and looked to Brianna. “She seems more pissed that I wasn’t doing my job than about our flirting.”

“Just give it a few more days. She’ll eventually crack. Either by threatening to fire you or telling you she loves you.”

Shawn’s eyes grew twice in size. “She wouldn’t actually fire me though. I’m basically as close to her as you are.”

“No, she’ll definitely fire you. But then she’ll rehire you once she’s calmed down a bit. You know how she is.”

That he did know. She was the most kind-hearted person he knew. She would do anything for anyone. But she was a very feisty women who wasn’t afraid to fight for what she believed in. And to top it all off, she had a mean sense of humor. And sometimes that could make her a little scary.

Shawn remembered the first time he ever met her. He thought she was going to fire him on the spot. He had bumped into her when she had been walking out of the recording studio and he had been walking in. It was his first day on the job and he had brought hot chocolate as a kind gesture.

The scorching hot chocolate had spilled all over her clothes. After looking down to assess the damage (her white shirt would probably have to be thrown in the trash) she glanced back up at Shawn. “Watch where you’re going,” she had scoffed.

Shawn felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I am so, so, so sorry. I will pay for a new shirt. Please forgive me.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, reading his name tag. “So, you’re my new assistant. Looks like you’re off to a rough start. The shirt is 150 dollars. Cough it up,” she held out her hand, as if she was waiting for cash to be placed in it.

Shawn scrambled to get his wallet from his back pocket when he heard Y/N laughing. It was a melodic noise, but it surprised him. She hadn’t sounded angry. He dared a look at her.

“I’m sorry but the look on your face was priceless. Don’t worry about it, this shirt was only like 20 bucks and it’s a few years old. It might’ve been time to donate it anyway.”

Shawn was shocked. Her sudden change in demeanor threw him off guard.

“I’m Y/N by the way. And sorry if I scared you about that, but I have an awful sense of humor. Sometimes it’s just funny to be serious and play into the diva stereotype. I hope I can prove to you that I’m not actually like that. Forgive me?”

He stared at her for a few seconds as she held out her hand to him. “…I already knew who you were,” he chuckled. “You’re like my favorite celebrity so it’s really a huge honor to be working for you. And I’m the one that needs to be forgiven.” He reached out and shook her hand.

“Don’t worry, I forgave you the second I saw that smile. You should look into modeling.” And with that she brushed past him and walked into the bathroom no doubt to try and clean off the spill on her shirt.

*****

When Y/N ran off the stage after her performance that night, she was disappointed to not see Shawn standing right by the stage where he usually was. Instead, she heard sounds of laughter and rounded the corner to find Brianna and Shawn sitting on a couch and watching a show together.

“No way she said no! I totally thought he was the end all be all!”

Y/N was confused. She didn’t remember Shawn and Brianna ever being this close of friends. He had his arm around her shoulders and a blanket rested over their legs. Her head was on his shoulder.

Y/N was upset. Not only because she was jealous, but because her two best friends had somehow gotten close to each other overnight without her knowing. And to top it all off, they hadn’t even told her that their relationship was changing. It would’ve been a nice warning for Y/N before she got her heart broken.

Andrew observed Y/N’s reaction quietly from behind her. A smug smile played at his lips. Y/N stood there for only a few seconds, but he could tell she was not happy with the two’s proximity. She turned to walk back to the dressing room.

“Hey when they get out of their googly eye love land will you have both of them come to my dressing room. Looks like they forgot to include me in our after-show celebration,” she forced a smile onto her face that didn’t go unnoticed by Andrew.

As Y/N walked away, Brianna slid out from under Shawn’s arm and shudder. “Ew. That was weird.”

“Yea, seriously. Notice anything Andrew?” The two looked up at him.

“She just seems upset. I’m assuming you guys heard what she said to me?”

They both nodded. “Tell her we’ll meet her on the bus.”

Andrew sighed. “Are you kids sure this is a good idea? How long are we going to let this go on for?”

“Just until she does something about it.”

“Alright then. “

*****

Y/N walked onto the bus a half an hour later. After hearing that her two best friends had bailed on their tradition of celebrating after a show, she had broken down in the dressing room.

The show hadn’t gone as well as she had hoped. She had missed a few notes and being the perfectionist that she was, it really upset her. She craved one of Shawn’s hugs. He always noticed when she was feeling down about her performance. But instead, he was off swooning her best friend.

She dried her eyes and walked onto the bus, hoping they weren’t still red from crying. Brianna and Shawn were on the couch cuddling and asleep! Shawn had his arm wrapped around her middle and they looked so peaceful. It was hard to find a time where Shawn looked so relaxed. She didn’t even think he was that laid back with her.

And then it hit her. If they were both going to make the other person happy, she should quit being a jealous and selfish friend and let them do what they want. She wouldn’t try to force them into being around her if they didn’t want to be.

She felt a stinging sensation in her eyes, and she knew she was about to cry again. She lost her chance with Shawn and there was nothing she could do about it. She walked to her room, turning off the light and instantly falling asleep. She even forgot that the last episode of the Bachelorette was on that night!

*****

For their first day in Paris, Shawn had found a small Parisian café to eat breakfast in. He knew Y/N was somewhat fluent in French and she wanted to get the full experience. It originally was only going to be the two of them going to the café, but he decided that Brianna needed to come so they could keep up their act.

“Knock, knock,” Shawn said opening her door. He had a terrible night’s sleep. His insomnia flared up (she usually helped with that), and he was exhausted. He and Brianna had faked being asleep on the tour bus couch, but she hadn’t even spared them a thought. She had just walked to her room.

“Hey, you look tired.” She herself didn’t look to awake either. Her eyes were a little bloodshot, but makeup did a good job covering up the bags under her eyes. Her hair was flawless like always and she wore a white sundress. She was breathtaking.

“Yeah, I didn’t sleep too good last night.”

“Me either. I was planning on watching the last episode of The Bachelorette with my best friends, but y’all already watched it without me,” she chuckled to play it off as a joke, but he could hear the sadness seeping through her voice.

He scratched the back of his neck guiltily. Truth be told he didn’t really want to watch The Bachelorette without her, but Brianna convinced him it was a good idea. “Yea, sorry about that. I was just too excited to see who she chose. But I’ll watch it with you tonight if you’d like.”

“Yea, that sounds nice.”

There was an awkward lull in their conversation until Brianna popped up next to Shawn. Her hair was in perfect curls. Her makeup was flawless. And she was wearing a blue dress that complimented her eyes and red hair.

“You guys ready to go?”

Y/N tried to hide her surprise at the question. She assumed Shawn had invited her which was fine. She just had to act like it didn’t bother her. Shawn looked at Y/N shyly, trying to silently apologize.

“Yea, let’s go,” Y/N said brushing past Shawn and walking to the front of the bus.

*****

The café had only a few people in it when they arrived. “Bonjour!” Y/N said to the waitresses. They smiled at her, and she held a light conversation with them in French before they were seated. Shawn would never stop being impressed at the many talents she had.

Shawn and Brianna chose to sit across from each other leaving Y/N to sit by herself. She felt like the third wheel on a date. Funny how it was supposed to be just her and Shawn, but she’s the one who feels like the third wheel, not Brianna.

Y/N was quieter than usual which didn’t go unnoticed by her two best friends. But instead of bringing it up, they decided to let her fester in her emotions. She would eventually say something, they concluded.

But that went on for the entire day. They went sight-seeing in Paris with the rest of the team, and Y/N tried to avoid being around the two. She went to hang out with Connor, her photographer, who sent Shawn an evil eye. He looked after Y/N like his little sister. While he agreed that Y/N needed to fess up, he didn’t like the way she as being manipulated into doing it.

“Just ignore him,” Brianna whispered.

“Yea, ok.” That didn’t stop Shawn from feeling like a piece of shit for treating Y/N like this.

That night, Y/N got ready for bed hoping that Shawn would eventually come into her room to watch The Bachelorette, but that never happened.

*****

The next day went almost the same as the first. But by the last day, Shawn and Brianna were getting sick of pretending to like each other.

“You know what, scrap that dumb plan I made up a few days ago. Clearly, it’s not working and it’s just making her more and more upset. Which is not something we need. I never wanted to hurt her feelings and I’m sure you didn’t either. Take her to the Eiffel Tower tonight. Just you two. No one else.”

“…I’m guessing you’re going to say I should confess my love to her like in all those cliché love stories,” he chuckled. “Well, it’s better than your first plan.”

“Hey, you agreed to that!”

“Yea, yea. More like I got pressured into it.”

Brianna crossed her arms as Y/N walked out of her room. She was wearing a brown cardigan over a light blue dressed. She stared between the two before walking towards the small kitchen and pulling out some cereal and a bowl.

Brianna tilted her head towards Y/N, insinuating that Shawn should talk to her. She walked away and Shawn went to the kitchen.

“Hey, what if I took you out for dinner tonight?”

“Well actually I just wanted to stay in and rest.”

“Yea, but you can do that all day tomorrow when we’re heading to the next city.”

“Yea, but my bed is so warm and cozy, and I just want to lay down in it.”

“Nope, you’re coming with me. I’ve barely spent any time with you this whole trip.”

Shawn grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her towards the exit of the bus. She pulled back with a force just as strong.

“No! If you wanted to spend time with me, you and Brianna would stop making me feel like a third wheel. I don’t want to even be around you guys because you leave me out. It’s not fun!”

“Brianna isn’t coming. It’ll just be me and you.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him. “Uh huh. And Brianna is ok with this?”

“Yea, why wouldn’t she be?”

“Just seems like you two have to do everything together since we got to Paris.”

Shawn turned away to hide his smile. Maybe their first plan had worked a little. Y/N definitely did seem a little jealous.

“Well, I promise she’s not coming. Let me take you to dinner and we can go see the top of the Eiffel Tower. It’ll be fun. Please,” he used his puppy dog eyes on her. The ones he knew she couldn’t resist.

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, but was secretly excited for their little outing.

*****

            “Notre Dame was so pretty. I think it’s been my favorite place so far.”

            “Yea Notre Dame was cool. I just wished that I got to spend more time with you,” Shawn said as he took a bite out of his food.

Y/N scoffed. “If you wanted to spend more time with me, you would’ve spent less time flirting with Brianna.”

“Hey! It’s not like you weren’t flirting up a storm with Connor!” That wasn’t an entirely false statement. Y/N had tried to make Shawn jealous, but she didn’t think it had worked.

“Please Shawn,” she waved her hand at him, “he’s like a brother to me. You know that.”

“Ok and you’re like a sister to me! Brianna…” he paused. He didn’t know why he had said that. In a round-a-bout type of way, he was trying to insinuate to her that his relationship with her was like her relationship with Connor. They acted like siblings but would flirt. Connor knew Y/N was off limits though because Shawn had already staked a claim.

“Brianna what?” She was red in the face from arguing with him.

“She’s like a friend to me. I mean I don’t really know her that well. I spend more time with you than with her.”

“It sure didn’t seem like it this week. You know what though, I think we need to leave. Let’s just leave this argument in the past and have a good time tonight. You ready to go?”

Shawn nodded his head and placed a bill down on the table. Y/N tried to beat him to it but he said, “Nuh uh. I’m paying for this.”

*****

            The air was cold at the top of the Eiffel Tower and Y/N shivered in her dress as they stared out at the city lights. It was a beautiful sight, but Shawn couldn’t tear his eyes away from Y/N’s figure. She looked so free and happy. Something he hadn’t seen on her the entire week. He knew he was to blame for that. It was now or never that he told her his feelings.

“Here, you look cold,” he draped his jacket around her shoulders.

“Thanks.”

“Look Y/N, the real reason I took you up here tonight is because I have to tell you something. It’s kind of a big deal. It’s a secret I’ve been keeping from you since I first met you,” he grabbed her hand and she glanced at him.

“I know Shawn. I know that you used to love me, but now your feelings have shifted, and you want to figure out whatever it is that you have with Brianna. I’m not offended or hurt or anything. And if talking to mean is your way to find closure, I’m here for you. And if you want my advice,” she paused and looked back out at the city, “I would resolve the fight you two were in before we left.”

Shawn stared at her dumbstruck. She was letting him go so easily. No fight. Nothing. That surely meant that she didn’t love him.And she already knew that he loved her. It wasn’t like he hadn’t made it obvious, but he just thought she didn’t know.

Shawn didn’t say anything for a few seconds and Y/N tried to stop the tears from coming to her eyes. She had once again lost something to her best friend and she once again, couldn’t be mad at her for it.

“You know, I always pictured myself up here with a man I had fallen head over heels with,” she took a deep breath. It was now or never. She had nothing to lose. “I guess I just didn’t realize that he would’ve fallen for my best friend instead.” Shawn’s mouth opened in shock. “I was such an idiot. I thought that by hiding my feelings and waiting for you to confess first to me I would have it confirmed that you loved me back. I wouldn’t have to make that leap of faith. But I waited too long, and I lost my chance.” She looked into his eyes, into the very depths of his soul.

And at the top of the City of Love, she whispered, “I love you, Shawn. As more than a friend. More than you’ll ever know. And I am so, so sorry that I was a coward about all of this. I cost us a beautiful relationship. But I want you and Brianna to be happy. It’ll give me peace of mind knowing that I didn’t screw everything up.”

And with that, she pulled her hand away from Shawn’s and turned to walk away. Shawn went after her. “Where are you going?! We’re at the most perfect spot in the city! You can’t just drop that on me and walk away!”

She turned around. “Please Shawn, I can’t have you doing this. Don’t get my hopes up. I’m tired and I want to go back to the bus.”

“Y/N wait—”

“Please! I can’t do this tonight!”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her around to face him. He didn’t waste another moment before capturing her lips in his. She wrapped her hands around his neck and tugged on his hair. She finally pulled back, slightly pushing him away.

“I love you ok. If you just would’ve let me talk, I would’ve gotten to that point. This whole week me and Brianna have been trying to make you jealous,” he chuckled at her appalled face. “We just wanted you to break first and confess to me. We realized we had taken it too far when you distanced yourself from us. Me and Brianna were arguing because she was trying to pressure me into telling you my feelings tonight. I promise she is just a friend. Nothing more.”

There was a long pause and Shawn watched something shift in Y/N’s eyes. “You are such an idiot! You know what, you’re fired!” She stared at him with crossed arms, a red face, and angry eyes.

Shawn couldn’t tell if she was being serious or if she was joking.

“You’ve pushed me too far this time. That was so dumb of you! I don’t care if you say you love me, you wouldn’t have done that if you did! I expect your things to be packed up. You’re leaving at the next city!”

Shawn scrunched his eyes at her, and she turned away, starting to walk down the steps of the Eiffel Tower.

By the time they had made it to the bus (which was in walking distance), Y/N hadn’t spoken a word to Shawn. Even though he had begged and begged for forgiveness.

When they got on the bus, Brianna waited for them on one of the couches. “So…I’m guessing by Y/N’s face it didn’t go too well,” she said to Shawn.

“NO! He’s fired! And how dare you do that to me!”

Brianna made eye contact with Shawn and her eyes widened when she realized that Y/N wasn’t joking.

“Woah Y/N, think about this for a second. Shawn is your best friend.”

“Yea and you guys are such idiots to think that I would actually fire you!” She turned around laughing at Shawn.

He rolled his eyes. “I guess we kind of deserved that. But I hate your sense of humor.”

“Oh, shut up! You love it like you love me!”

“Hmmm, I don’t know about that. We were having a sweet moment and you had to ruin it.”

“Maybe just be transparent next time and I won’t have to use my ‘mean humor’ on you.” She threw her (his) jacket at him with a smile on her face and walked towards her room.

“You better go be with your girl,” Brianna sent him a wink and he rolled his eyes at her.

“Thanks for everything!”

“Don’t mention it. It is the city of love, it was bound to happen.”

A/N: lol what is this garbage. I loved the plot but executed it so badly. Thanks for reading anyways. Feedback is appreciated.