#shawn mendes christmas fic

[lonelywhalien22]

ten seconds to midnight

pairing: jungkook x gn reader

rating/genre: second chance, fluff + sprinkle of angst or angst + sprinkle of fluff idk lol

summary: it's new year’s eve and you see your ex jungkook again for the first time since you broke up with him.

warnings: time and location are abstract af in this fic so don’t try to piece together distances or a timeline from anything in this; I wrote it in a more poetic fashion – it’s just a *vibe* if you will lol

word count: 4.6k

song(s) to listen to while reading: tis the damn season by taylor swift, ruin by shawn mendes, new year’s day by taylor swift

note: cleaned this up to share while I edit my next longfic – this is something sweet with a sprinkle of midnight angst. if you happen to enjoy this fic you’ll probably like what I have coming next so stay tuned. happy new year’s everyone and i’ll see you all next year <3

Two years.

It had been two years since you and Jungkook had seen each other for the first time in that art history class – had studied together, hung out together, and eventually dated.

Six months.

It had been six months since you'd left suddenly. Unexpectedly.

Six months since those words were flung like daggers between the two of you, as if you’d been in a competition to see who could hurt the other more – who could prove they were less attached than the other was. Pretending as if all of those late nights, whispered confessions, soothing touches, and sweet kisses had meant nothing.

As if in some sort of war, the two of you had thrown, burned, abandoned, and trashed every last remnant of your relationship, overcompensating to try and prove that none of the feelings were real, that the vulnerability was all a lie, and that you'd actually been keeping your shields up all along.

It's the reason you moved further away than you'd originally planned after you graduated - why you’d signed on to the extra work at your job, the extra responsibilities…you’d even gotten a new phone number, claiming you wanted a completely fresh start.

It's the reason why your brief visit home during the holidays this year just wasn’t the same. Why Jungkook didn’t stop by with the rest of his family to drop off gifts or send cards. Why you no longer saw him at the store he always used to frequent at a specific time, the two of you in charge of picking up whatever your respective families had forgotten for Christmas dinner.

It seemed like you and Jungkook had finally succeeded in creating an irreparable chasm between the two of you.

So instead, you spent your short visit home for the holidays nervously traversing the town that still held memories of him. You pushed your cart through the local grocery store in a near state of paranoia, drove around town with the windows up, let others in the house open the door when you got the usual holiday greetings from family and friends.

You didn't miss him, you told yourself.

Even as you chose to go to his mom's favorite grocery store, or mindlessly drove by some of your old spots from when you two had been together - eagerly looked out the window of your old childhood bedroom whenever you heard the doorbell ring.

You didn't miss him.

Now it was New Year’s Eve, and you currently found yourself outside on a fire escape in the chilly night air, high above a city you were still getting to know, at a party you didn't want to be at, terrified to go back inside.

How exactly had that happened?

Let’s take a few steps back.

The New Year’s Eve party was one put together by some old friends from college you’d reconnected with in the area.

None of them felt particularly close, but after spending last New Year’s Eve alone in your tiny studio apartment guzzling down an entire bottle of champagne and falling asleep before the ball had even dropped, you figured you’d try getting out and doing something in the city you were trying to call home for once.

As you walked into the crowded party space, you immediately scouted out the food and beverages area - your trusty diversion ever since you’d been to your first party as an underclassman in college, terribly shy and fearful of large crowds. You could still remember the moment you’d spotted Jungkook from afar for the very first time in a cramped living room all those years ago - laughing with his friends in a corner, his eyes on you for the tiniest of milliseconds before he went back to sipping whatever was in his red solo cup. It was his hands you’d noticed first, the handful of tiny tattoos scattered across his knuckles. You’d been so surprised when he’d said hello to you in a class one semester later, even more so when he’d smiled easily as he admitted to remembering you, the mural of tattoos on his right hand having spread, two new ones on his index finger and another near his wrist.

Back in the present, you grabbed a few cookies and some water, slowly sipping on your beverage of choice as you resolved yourself to silently watching the party from a distance. You were here – that was progress enough wasn’t it?

"Y/n?" you heard someone shout your name eagerly.

You were surprised since you didn't think you knew anyone at this party all that well, but the friendliness of the voice made you perk up.

Turning your head in the direction of the voice, you recognized the owner as an old friend from back home.

"Changkyun?" you exclaimed, shocked.

You hadn’t seen him in forever. He was so tall and almost athletic in his build now, that you almost didn’t recognize him.

"Hey! Wow, long time no see!" he smiled and immediately pulled you in for a hug. It nearly squeezed the surprise right out of you.

You two began a conversation and caught up, laughing over old memories and how much you’d each changed since last seeing the other before he interjected quickly.

"Now that I think about it, pretty sure I saw someone else you know around here..." he pondered out loud, scanning the crowd before he spotted who he was looking for.

"Oh yeah, Jungkook is here. Hey JK!"  you heard Changkyun quickly shout across the crowd towards the center of the room.

Before you could even fully register the name of your ex you glanced over to where your friend was calling, instantly spotting the back of a familiar head of hair, though it was longer than you remembered, the ends curling slightly from the length.

“J-Jungkook..." you repeated quietly, eyes widening as your brain registered what was happening.

"You good?" Changkyun asked, noticing the change in your expression. "Oh shit, wait - you two were together at some point weren’t you? Did I -"

The rest of his words evaporated into nothing but muffled noise as you watched the head of your ex swivel around, searching for the source of the voice that had called his name. He was still as mesmerizing as ever - those big brown eyes and soft lips. His hair fell into his eyes as he turned, and it made your view of him both painfully nostalgic and exhilarating all at once.

He was gorgeous. Just like you remembered.

You stood frozen, eyes wide in admiration, until Jungkook’s gaze singled in on you and broke you out of your trance. Quickly his eyebrows furrowed in confusion before they lifted up softly upon recognizing you. You watched as he mouthed your name, as if he was asking himself whether or not it was really you. But it was all muddled within seconds as you realized your vision was beginning to blur. Your throat dried up and your head began to pound, and finally you realized you were about to cry.

For some inexplicable reason, you were upset.

"Damnit," you muttered to yourself, looking down, a tear slipping down your cheek against your will.

"Y/n, are you ok?" you heard Changkyun ask beside you, but you only shook your head quickly.

"I…I gotta go," you barely managed to choke out before turning away and pushing through the crowd as fast as you could. You quickly reached the front door and tumbled out, searching for the elevator before instead opting to take the stairs rather than risk standing around for any longer.

After wandering around aimlessly for a couple floors you came upon a shaky fire escape entrance and yanked open the doors, cool air slapping your face like a tide in a storm. It brought goosebumps to your skin - the chill of the night breeze, the cool steel grates that scraped against your thighs as you sat down, the hard brick of the wall against your back, but still - you found yourself grateful for the getaway.

You shimmied to the side so you couldn’t be seen from the glass door entrance and tried to make yourself comfortable in the space that remained, your legs slipping into a makeshift crisscross position. It was ridiculously cramped, and probably not at all safe, but at least it was quiet. The isolation gave you a chance to work through some of your thoughts without interruptions from annoyingly drunk partygoers.

"Why did I come here," you whispered to yourself, frustrated.

You knew how much you hated parties, and yet you'd gone anyways, only to find yourself in the very situation you’d been fearing since the holidays had come upon you – trapped with him just steps away and nowhere to run or hide.

You were terrified to face all the damage you’d left behind in your breakup with Jungkook - the stuffed closet full of baggage and hastily thrown together lies that you knew would all come tumbling down if you ever saw him again.

If you were being honest, you'd been running from this very scenario ever since you’d broken up with him. Because somehow, after all this time, he still wouldn't leave your head - his smile, the sound of his laugh, the way he could be incredibly cute but could also make you completely flustered at the flip of a switch.

The way he’d felt like a best friend, a confidante, and a lover all at the same time. How he’d made you feel so loved in a way only he could.

You had searched for that same feeling in others, from the occasional coworker to the random blind date, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't get yourself to fall out of love with him. And deep down, you think you always knew it. You'd be lying if you said there wasn't some part of you that saw a piece of him in everything you did and everywhere you went. You just couldn't lie to yourself anymore – not after seeing how you'd reacted from just seconds of seeing him in person again.

You took a few deep breaths, staring out at the lights and bustle of the city as your finger trailed longingly up and down one of the steel bars that separated you from the open air. Funny how the rest of the world just continued to go on, even when it felt like your little corner of it was being shaken to no end like a snow globe in a child’s hands.

But watching all the cars and pedestrians below carrying on with their lives – it also helped you put your worries into perspective - helped you keep calm.

Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by the cracking open of the fire escape door.

Please don't be a couple, please don’t be a couple, you thought to yourself. The last thing you needed were some handsy lovebirds interrupting your ruminations and reminding you of your own failures in the relationship department.

"Y/n?" you heard someone whisper softly. "Y/n, you out there?"

You’d recognize that voice anywhere - warm and soothing when it was singing along to a song on the radio, smooth and sweet like caramel when it was directed towards you, and immediately your body tensed.

The voice continued to call your name again and again, and you could hear his footsteps shuffling around closer and closer to you in the dark. Folding into yourself and squeezing your eyes shut, you prayed he didn’t notice you, or maybe he’d think you were some stranger - turn around and leave you out here all alone like you thought you wanted.

The footsteps continued until you heard the door open one last time, someone mumbling something too far away for you to hear before banging it shut again. You figured he didn't see you, deciding to look elsewhere, and your shoulders relaxed again.

"Didn't think I’d see you here," you suddenly heard loud and clear.

"Fuck," you shouted, too spooked to really think about it before your reflexes kicked in and you jumped, quickly turning towards the voice. "I thought I was alone out h-"

As soon as you looked up you saw that it was your ex. He stood feet away, one hand still lingering on the fire escape entrance.

"Jungkook."

You mumbled his name, aggravated as he raised a brow at your rare curse.

Quickly, you angled yourself back towards the view of the skyline, shaking your head profusely as you attempted to make him go away.

"I don't wanna see you."

"Believe me, this wasn't really how I pictured spending my night either," he retorted, and you couldn’t even lie - the words felt like a cold knife straight to your heart.

He took just one tiny step forward, hand falling from the rusted metal handle of the door.

"I couldn't just let you go off crying though."

"I wasn't crying," you spat out. It was your roughest voice yet, but Jungkook didn’t even flinch.

"You're still shit at lying," he said with a smirk instead. "We may not be together anymore, but I can still recognize the face you make when you're about to cry."

You wished he’d elaborate so you could practice never making that face again, but he just stood still, glancing back through the window. It both annoyed the heck out of you and made your heart flutter, knowing he could still read you like that.

He took another few steps towards you. Like a giant, his stature towered over you as he continued to stand, his feet careful not to step on your fingers.

"Anyways, you left this," he suddenly said, a chunk of metal entering your view. It was your phone.

How that happened, you had no idea. You must have placed it on a nearby table as you ate, distracted by you conversation with Changkyun. You grabbed it swiftly, careful not to touch his hand in any way, but you still couldn’t help but notice the decorative ink that now danced all over his fingers, the way his skin reddened in the cold.

Did he notice you still used the phone case he’d bought you for your birthday?

"Thanks," you told him curtly instead, avoiding his gaze.

You kept quiet, expecting him to finally go away now that he’d returned your phone but instead the silence lingered, Jungkook’s feet shuffling awkwardly.

“Come back inside Y/n,” he said, tone gentle, the edges of his jawline softening.

“Why?”

Jungkook looked down, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Changkyun’s worried about you,” he mumbled eventually. “…and besides, it’s dangerous - sitting out here all alone like that.”

“I’ll be fine. No need to worry about me.”

You could feel his frustration brewing as he looked at you in silent incredulity, a cloudy huff leaving his lips in the night air before you felt him sit right down beside you. His denim-clad knee scraped yours just faintly as he settled into a comfortable position. Together the two of you took up nearly all the space on the tiny ledge.

"You want a drink?" Jungkook offered coolly, a cup of red liquid seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

It was tempting, but you hesitated. After all, you weren’t looking to get inebriated while on a shaky fire escape with your ex nearby to bear witness to some sort of embarrassing, drunken confession of longing. You generally preferred to stay sober anyways.

"It's just cranberry juice,” he told you, as if he could read your mind. “They have a bunch of it to mix with the cocktails."

Fuck.

Not only did he remember how much you hated alcohol, but also that cranberry juice was your favorite?

"You're the only person I've ever met who drinks that stuff," he used to always joke.

Back in the present, you took the cup from his hands, finally looking at him to search his face briefly, but his expression gave nothing away. You took a sip to busy yourself.

A blanket of silence fell between you. It wasn’t awkward or even necessarily tense, but it didn't feel like it was truly quiet either. Instead, it was more like there were a bunch of unsaid words bouncing around between the two of you, trying but failing to break out.

"What're you thinking about?" Jungkook asked innocently, looking down at one of his hands before focusing back on the view of the city skyline.

"Nothing," you shook your head tersely, only to hear the tiniest of hums escape his lips out of disbelief.

"So you're outside all alone, staring at the sky in the freezing cold and nothing's wrong? You sure about that?"

You closed your eyes, more and more memories rushing back to you – like the times Jungkook used to find you alone out on the campus green, just sitting with the palm of your hand pressed against your cheek, pouting as you stared at some point in the clouds. Or how he used to poke you on the nose whenever you laid your head in his lap and stared into space, that same pensive look on your face. His words were always the same every single time.

"What're you thinking about?"

It was beginning to drive you crazy the more you thought about it – how, even after all this time apart, he was still able to pick up on little things like that.

And it made you feel even crazier when you thought about the fact that you still remembered those little things about him too.

Trying to keep yourself from becoming any more affected by his words, you tried a slightly more aggressive approach.

"Well maybe I would be fine if I was actually alone."

But he only turned to face you at that remark, another deep sigh escaping his lips.

"Y/n/n.." he used your nickname this time, and he sounded regretful, like your words had actually stung. "Look, I just wanna make sure you're ok."

"I'm am ok," you said back harshly.

Another bout of silence fell between you at that – this one like a cascade of bricks instead of a gentle blanket.

"Why are you acting like I'm the one who did you wrong?" Jungkook piped up, exasperation inching into his voice.

"Last time I checked, I told you I wanted to be left alone."

"You know that's not what I'm talking about,” he said, undeterred by your attempt to change the subject.

You didn’t respond immediately, not ready to talk about your breakup out in the open.

You weren’t sure you'd ever be ready.

"I told you I wanted to experience other places…" you started after a minute or so, quieter than expected. "You know I never wanted to stay so close to home."

"And I get that, but one week?" Jungkook asked incredulously. "How could you only tell me a week before you left? I thought I meant more to you than that."

You huffed out loud in frustration, unsure how to respond.

It was true - you did tell Jungkook about your big move only seven days before you left. You did it out of fear.

Because you were scared.

You and Jungkook had gotten so close after only two years, and you’d never felt that way about a person before - you’d never felt in love.

It scared you - especially when you thought that maybe you were just getting too attached, too quickly.

If there was one thing you hated, it was dependency. Needing someone else felt like an indefensible weakness, and you were afraid that being with him, needing him, would only hold you back.

All you’d wanted was some space to cool off and clear your head - evaluate how you felt from a distance in solitude, like you always did when you felt overwhelmed by your emotions. When you finally did tell Jungkook about the move, you were hoping you two would just dial things down a little - keep in touch remotely while you took some time to think about your life post-graduation.

But instead, the whole thing had turned into one big shouting match.

Hurtful words had been thrown like weapons on both sides, and by the time the dust had settled, you were driving hundreds of miles away.

You’d ignored his calls, deleted his texts, and even refused to listen to appeals from your mother, who still kept in touch with his family. Distancing yourself away from him had only made your worst fears become a reality, and in turn made it even easier to run away from it all rather than confront your fears head on.

Avoidance was the only way you knew how to approach things that were hard - uncomfortable.

And maybe that's why you were sitting here on this damn fire escape in the first place.

"I just wanted some space," you defended yourself.

"But so suddenly? Was there something I did wrong?" he asked you dejectedly.

You turned to look Jungkook in his eyes, and behind his seemingly calm face you could see real pain. You really had hurt him, and in that moment you wished you could tell him the truth – that he hadn't done anything wrong. He'd done everything right, but you just hadn't known how to deal with the intensity of your feelings.

"Did you really have to change your number? Pretend like I didn't even exist?" Jungkook spoke up again.

"That's not fair," you shook your head. "You really hurt me with your words when I finally did tell you."

"Because you broke my heart," he exclaimed, getting visibly upset. "You told me you never loved me - that all of those memories, all those moments we shared...” he looked down for a moment. “You said none of it mattered. That I’d ‘taken it the wrong way.’"

"I didn't mean any of that," you blurted out loud.

"That's what I told myself," Jungkook started, "but what was I supposed to think when you completely cut me out of your life?"

You sniffled silently, unable to come up with any more excuses.

Simply put, you’d both really hurt each other.

As you focused back on all the lights down below, legs beginning to cramp, you felt a curtain of warmth envelop your shoulders.

Jungkook had draped his denim jacket across your body. You couldn’t help but fixate on how the fabric was soft and worn, and it smelled just like him - that same combo of body wash and cologne that you still couldn’t erase from your memory.

"Are you two dating?" you heard him ask quietly.

"What?" you asked, confused before putting two and two together. "Me and Changkyun? No…"

The question took you aback. What did it matter to him anyways?

"I came alone and ran into him unexpectedly," you explained further. "Why are you here?"

"An old classmate invited me," he told you casually, contemplating his next words for a moment before continuing. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping that maybe I'd see you though..."

You felt your heartbeat quicken at the casual admission, but you didn’t have much time to think about what it meant as he smoothly moved on.

"What about you? I thought you hated parties."

You sighed, hesitant to be so honest but feeling a strange sense of courage regardless.

"Well normally I do, but last New Year’s just...wasn’t all that great," you started.

"How so?"

You took a deep breath before continuing, counting off the reasons on your fingers. "Well, I was alone. And it sucked. I didn't even make it to midnight before I just fell asleep. So I decided this year I'd try going out instead."

"And how's it going?" Jungkook asked, the tiniest hint of a twinkle in his eye. “Tonight, I mean.”

Was he flirting with you right now?

"Not sure yet…" you played along, "but I'm still awake so that's a plus."

Again you sat quietly for a few minutes, neither of you making a move, not a single word shared between the two of you. This time the silence was comforting. You became hyper aware of his knee brushing against your own, and your insides felt so warm that suddenly the cold air didn’t faze you at all.

Maybe, just maybe…

Your quiet stalemate was interrupted when the fire escape door slammed open and the sound of drunken giggles grew louder and louder, a shaggy head of hair sticking itself outside to ogle at the two of you.

"Oh, shoot, looks like this one's taken babe," the random guy shouted in a slurred voice.

"Well hurry up and find somewhere else, I can't wait any loooonger," some poor girl whined, just as tipsy.

They disappeared as quickly as they came, the door shutting with a bang, and you and Jungkook couldn't help but burst out into laughter.

"Was their plan to screw each other on the balcony?" you heard him utter your exact thoughts aloud. Not so innocent memories crept into your mind for a split second before you squashed them.

He's still your ex, you reminded yourself.

"Not sure,” you said instead with a chuckle, “but it certainly looks like we’ve reached that point in the evening where I typically remove myself from the situation."

You pulled your phone out to check the time. "It's midnight,” you realized.

You two had been out there together for over half an hour.

"Guess that means it's time to go, huh?" you heard him ask.

"Yeah…"

Neither of you moved to get up though.

You weren’t expecting to still be with Jungkook at this point, and suddenly you were unsure of what to do. How did one say goodbye to an ex?

How did you say goodbye when you didn't want to?

"Y/n?" Jungkook said your name, pulling you out of your thoughts. You looked at him with bated breath, urging him to continue as fireworks began to go off in the distance.

"Um…" he stalled, clearly trying to find the right thing to say next.

Hating the silence, you improvised, taking off his jacket to give back. The warmth that previously enveloped you disappeared immediately, and it left you feeling strangely empty.

"Here, let me give you back your jacket before I forget."

"Oh…yeah, thanks," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

As he leaned over to grab it, you quickly kissed his cheek before backing away and looking down, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Sorry if that was weird," you started, "but I just…wanted to apologize. For everything I put you through back then."

To your surprise, Jungkook shifted a little closer to you, lips pulled into a soft smile as he shook his head. "You don't deserve all the blame. We both said things we shouldn't have, and I'm sorry too."

Butterflies burst free in your belly, and the fireworks that lit up the sky seemed to form a faint outline around Jungkook’s head as he stared at you, eyes boring into your own, keeping you frozen in place.

His hand slipped into yours lightly, and you looked at them for a split second, fingers intertwined in warmth as he spoke. Slowly but surely, you felt yourself drawn towards him in a familiar lure, like a moth to a flame.

Like a wanderer finding their way back home.

"Any chance we could just pretend like it's ten seconds to midnight again?" you asked shyly, and he instantly cracked the biggest smile you’d seen from him all night.

Jungkook said nothing, instead leaning in to kiss you gently.

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in November 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #56 |  ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis/Harry -

🍂 Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie

(E, 41k, historical circus au) Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes. Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

🍂 Big, Bright World by RealName

(M, 35k, office au) Every day, Louis' feelings became more intense, more immediate, each little smile and gesture and silly flirtation mounting up into something palpable, with a life of its own. The only problem? Harry was engaged to someone else and had been from the moment Louis started working at Visionary.

🍂 two feet standing on a principle by Anonymous

(E, 10k, exes) Harry is a famous fashion model and Louis works at the mall, nobody knows they broke up two weeks ago.

🍂 you make my whole world feel so right when it's wrong by orphan_account

(T, 6k, mpreg Harry) Harry is pregnant and stops at the mall to buy cheap baby clothes. Louis has extra money from working a long shift, and he can't think of a better way to spend it than on him.

🍂 make my wish come true by deblond / @braveryandtea

(T, 4k, Christmas) Louis works as Santa’s elf at the mall. He meets Harry.

- Rare Pairs -

🍂 take me back, take me back by eynap / @panye

(E, 32k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Niall invites his new friend Shawn to Zayn and Liam's three-day wedding in Napa Valley, California. He gets way more than he expected.

🍂 must be love by @nouies

(NR, 6k, Louis/Andrew Garfield) AU where Louis doesn’t know how to approach his neighbour, and Andrew keeps receiving homegrown vegetables at his door.

🍂 lonely in [paris] by f_ckromeoandjuliet / @louiesonlyangel

(T, 5k, Louis/Awsten Knight) Alternate version of Louis's tour where he's in a secret relationship with Awsten Knight from Waterparks. Based on Awsten tweeting at Louis.

🍂 Feeling Feline by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 4k, Louis/Niall) “Not medically wrong,” the blond one says. “But I swear, and I know this sounds nuts, but I don’t think he’s a cat?”

🍂 it's the summer of our love by localopa / @voulezloux

(G, 3k, Louis/Ryan Ross) ryan is in love with his best friend and gym bro, louis. the problem? ryan is straight.

🍂 Got My Chaos Automatic by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

(E, 3k, Zayn/Louis/Liam) the one where Louis comes home from tour feeling exhausted, yet antsy. Luckily, Liam and Zayn are there to put him back together

🍂 Crush by @allwaswell16

(T, 1k, Louis/Niall) When Niall stops smiling around the office, his co-worker Louis sets out to lift his mood with the help of their office mates.

- Trick Or Treat Fest -

1D Trick Or Treat Fest / @1dtrickortreatfest (each 666 words)

she bit someone by larry_hiatus / @larry-hiatus

Sounds horrifying..... tell me more by @lunaticcat009

In The Dark by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

Ghosted by @haztobegood

Summon A Demon by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

Slow Dance with the Tension by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

I See You by @neondiamond

Lipstick stain fades with time by @lunarheslwt

Watch How Good I'll Fake It by mmaree / @zqua1d

Irresistible by mmaree / @zqua1d

find a way (to send me a sign) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

when love gets involved by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

Harryween (series) by @babyhoneyheslt

Fruit Bat by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Odds Are That We Will Probably Be... by @lululawrence

A Witch's Longest Day of the Year by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

pasta-tively sweet by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

perfect pumpkins by shiptattou / @wecantalktomorrow

Fa-boo-lous Halloween by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

Still by downcamethelightning / @downcamethelightnings

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

1D Monthly Fic Roundup

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for December 2022! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month in the order they were submitted to the blog. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

Happy reading!

🔹All I know is I'm in trouble (cause the atmosphere's so cold) by  we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (T, 8k, Louis/Harry)

While on a holiday with his best mate Zayn, Louis meets Harry, who seems to dislike him from the start. It's just his luck he ends up getting stuck on a ski lift with Harry. Except maybe the universe knows better and he really is lucky.

🔹Here where you should be by @lunarheslwt (G, 19k, Harry/Louis)

“I’m spending Christmas alone.” Harry would never have thought of himself as dramatic, but he could swear he felt his heart lurch at the quiet admission. “Huh?” “Just me, myself and I,” Louis joked, giving a little laugh. “It’s about to be a very….ah, silent night.” And Harry was so distraught at this news, that he didn’t even chuckle at the pun. “Louis,” he said dumbly, voice betraying how upsetting he found the idea. The sparkle in Louis’ eyes dulled further. “Don’t you worry about me, Harry,” Louis soothed, “It’s not that big a deal-” “-Would you like to spend Christmas with me?” And what. the. fuck. Why did he ask that to someone who was essentially a stranger?

Or, when Harry, an anxious alpha, found himself panicking over last minute Christmas shopping, he found comfort in the kind omega shop assistant, Louis. He wasn't meant to invite the omega home for Christmas when he found out that he's spending Christmas alone. He wasn't meant to catch feelings. Hell, he wasn't even meant to be able to go home for the holiday. It was shaping up to be a Christmas full of surprises.

🔹Mistletoe's For Two by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel (E, 90k, Louis/Harry)

After an encounter in a coffee shop with the rudest man he's ever met, Louis hopes the city is just big enough that he'll never bump into him again. When he spots that man at a bar the following evening, a plan begins to form. They both need dates for their respective Christmas parties and decide to use each other for their own benefit. They'll help one another through the holidays and then 'break it off' on New Year's, then agree to never see each other again. Developing feelings was not part of the plan.

Or, an enemies to lovers fake dating advent fic.

🔹One for the Books by @neondiamond (M, 25k, Louis/Harry)

When Harry decides to move to London a few weeks before Christmas to pursue his dream and become the new owner of a bookshop after seeing an ad online, everyone he knows tells him he must be out of his mind. As he gets acquainted with his new life and meets a handful of incredible individuals—one of which he happens to grow particularly fond of—he slowly comes to the realisation that it may just be the best decision he's ever made.

Or the one where there’s a bookshop, a cat, OT5 friendship, a budding romance, and all the festive vibes.

🔹when did i first know? i always knew by eynap / @panye (E, 7k, Niall/Shawn Mendes)

Shawn has thought about marrying Niall more times than he can count, but there’s a palpable difference in the way he feels around kids now. It’s gone from an immeasurable amount of love for being Uncle Shawn to Harry and Louis' children, to wanting to experience these moments for himself with his own kids.

He has a feeling that has a lot to do with the way he feels about Niall, too.

Or, it takes Christmas Eve spent with two dads, four uncles, and two children under 6 for Shawn to realize he might want kids of his own. He's nervous Niall won't feel the same way.

🔹The Holes of My Sweater by yourdelicatepov / @harrysmaison (NR, 31k, Louis/Harry)

Harry dusts off the flour from all over his body. His cheeks hurt from how much he laughed. Louis' face is flushed from it, brown hair looking like a nest. Yet Louis' eyes are lit with so much joy, bluer than the oceans, laughter dancing in the little green specks. Harry feels himself get lost in them, Louis looking right back. 'Has Louis always looked this pretty?' He can't help but think.They're snapped out of their trance by the sound of the oven beeping. Harry blinks. Louis is covered from head to toe in flour, looking an absolute mess. Why did Harry think he looked pretty?

Or, Harry is the new teacher, Louis helps him settle in, it's the sweater weather and no one's falling in love with their new, kind and charming best friend. No. One. (includes, harry's cat being 'the mood' all the time, zayn pining for liam, lilo never getting along and niall throwing parties every chance he gets which may or may not willingly trigger these friends to convert into lovers)

🔹find our place by @nouies (NR, 3k, Zayn/Louis)

“Fuck!” Louis says as he hangs up the phone and turns it off. He hopes the call didn’t connect, otherwise he would have to change his number. Again.

🔹make you mine this season by @disgruntledkittenface (M, 28k, Zayn/Harry & Louis/Nick Grimshaw)

After Harry’s Christmas plans fall through, she decides to surprise her best friend Nick in New York. Unfortunately, Nick decided to surprise her in San Francisco at the same time. When they realize what happened, they each resign themselves to staying and spending time in the other’s city. Harry tries to make the best of things, making elaborate plans to distract herself from feeling lonely, while Nick is just looking forward to her first real vacation from her hectic job in years. Neither of them will have the Christmas that they expected, but maybe they’ll each get the one that they need.

🔹Charm Your Pants Off by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou (G, 2k, Harry/Louis)

When Harry hurt himself in front of all of his coworkers, he thought his Christmas Eve couldn’t get any worse. That was, until he ended up in an actual ambulance.

Perhaps the gentle and ridiculously attractive doctor he meets at the hospital can make his trip (pun absolutely intended) worth it?

🔹Late Night Talking by @kingsofeverything (E, 53k, Louis/Harry)

Louis Tomlinson has a new album coming out and a second world tour on the horizon. Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

🔹A Very Darling Christmas by @aquamarinedaffodil (M, 133k, Harry/Louis)

It’s Harry’s first holiday season since he opened the little bakery at Astor Square and according to his best friend Zayn, he is hopelessly unprepared. With the start of the local Christmas market right around the corner and an already hectic schedule, Harry really can’t afford to get distracted.

Then again, neither can Louis, who is in the middle of directing rehearsals for a winter musical with his drama class and promised his colleague Niall that he’d focus all of his energy on the musical.

But you know what they say: promises are like pie crusts — made to be broken.

🔹The Hour of Us by sitandadmire / @louistomlionson (M, 5k, Niall/Harry/Louis)

Harry loves her quiet life with her two partners, Niall and Louis. But one day, her magic starts acting up. Will Harry be able to figure out what's happening, how to fix it, and soon?

Or: the modern witches AU where Niall collects spell books, Harry is fascinated by plants, and Louis is ready to protect them at all costs.

🔹The Streetlights Are All Saying Your Name by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove (M, 4k, Niall/Shawn Mendes)

The roar of the crowd is still thrumming in his bones as Shawn steps off the stage, feeling like he’s riding on a cloud of music and marijuana smoke. As he descends the stairs, he sees Niall, hands in his pockets, smiling as bright as the stage lights. “You were amazing,” Niall tells him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Fucking killed it, as always.”Shawn squirms in his arms. “I’m all sweaty and gross.”“Don’t care.” Niall rubs his cheek against Shawn’s. “Smells like you. Plus it gives me an excuse to join you in the shower when we get back to the hotel.”Shawn laughs. “You know you don’t need an excuse,” he says. “Open invitation, any time.”

Or, Niall comes to visit Shawn at the Jingle Ball performances, and afterwards they spend some time in their hotel room together, reminiscing on old holiday memories and making new ones together.

🔹they say looks can kill (and i might try) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove (M, 18k, Louis/Harry)

There is little Louis loves more than the look on a would-be criminal’s face when he falls from the sky. They never see it coming – which seems ridiculous, since they live in a city with dozens of superheroes. But then again, most of those “heroes” are CowellCorp’s pet monkeys, and CowellCorp isn’t all that concerned with helping ordinary folks.

Louis is, though. So when he looks into an alley and spots a man gripping a woman’s arm hard enough to bruise, he does the logical thing: he fires an arrow that neatly peels the man’s hat off his head and pins it to the wall behind him.

Isn’t that what anyone would do?

Once, Louis walked the streets as Ranger, a proud member of the CowellCorp Crusaders. With their training and tech, he thought he'd be able to fight evil and protect those in need.

Then he realized the evil people needed protecting from was the very company that had built him into a "hero" in the first place.

Now he walks those same streets as Rogue, a vigilante who makes his own justice - and he's making damn sure that justice is coming for CowellCorp too.

🔹I Keep Looking For Magic by @lululawrence (NR, 36k, Louis/Harry)

Harry loves Christmas, but this year is special. After ten years of boyfriends all failing to ever meet Harry's family, Harry has a fiance to introduce and things are looking like they will be perfect.

Until they break up.

Harry cannot go home alone when he had promised to bring a significant other again. This leaves him with little choice but to find someone to pretend they are his fiance.

Surely nothing could go wrong with this plan.

🔹Silver-White Winters by @lululawrence (NR, 9k, OT5)

Liam Payne had learned many things as a bartender. He'd learned when people needed to talk, or when they needed a gentle smile. He now knew when they wanted advice or someone to just agree with them. He also had come to recognize when someone was past the limit and needed to be told no.

But when it came to holidays, Liam had learned that when people came into the Neighborhood Pub alone on Christmas Eve, it was for a reason.

Niall, Zayn, Harry, and Louis all definitely have their own reasons for showing up at Liam's bar alone on Christmas Eve. With the help of a surprise winter storm, none of them will have a reason to be alone for long.

🔹love drunk, waiting on a miracle by @hellolovers13 (E, 30k, Louis/Harry)

Christmas inspired Coffeshop AU

Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual.

These are their first 24 days together.

🔹Treat You Like A Gentleman by @justanothershadeofblue (E, 12k, Harry/Louis)

5 times that Harry Styles was unsatisfied by his dates, and one time Louis Tomlinson helped him find what he had been missing.

🔹no amount of words by @justanothershadeofblue (M, 7k, Louis/Harry)

a series of canon-complaint angsty vignettes that follow Harry and Louis through the years

Tears

🔹Just You and I (a starry sky) by @justanothershadeofblue (E, 7k, Harry/Louis)

"getting accidentally pregnant by his childhood best friend-with-benefits" was definitely not on Harry Styles' holiday to-do list - but apparently it's what has happened, so now he has to figure out how to tell Louis without ruining Louis' birthday, their family holiday, oh, and literally everything else about their lives. Oops?

🔹California stars by @justanothershadeofblue (M, 27k, Louis/Harry)

A month in the life (and diary) of one Harry Edward Styles, miner-become-farmer in the brand new state of California, and his hired hand, one Louis Tomlinson. AKA Harry goes to San Francisco for supplies, but ends up with more than he bargained for.

An Advent Calendar fic.

🔹the prettiest customer (and the cutest barista) by fearsparks / @onlythebravest (G, 1k, Louis/Harry)

“So there’s this guy,” Harry repeated. “And I really like him.”

“Is he cute?”

“The cutest,” Harry said with a bright smile, turning around to face Louis. His cheeks felt warm, but he ignored it, pushed past it. “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

“Ooh, tell me more.” Louis rested his head in his hand.

(Louis is the pretty customer that comes in and orders hot chocolate while Harry is the cute barista that takes his order.)

🔹party behaviour by fearsparks / @onlythebravest (T, 1k, Harry/Louis)

“Harry darling, get me a beer.”

Without looking at him, Harry flipped Louis off, causing Louis’ group of friends to laugh and ooh some more.

“Why’s he doing that?” Anya asked.

Harry lifted one shoulder in half a shrug as he said, “He’s just trying to show off to his friends. No big deal.”

(Harry and Louis are at a party, where their behaviours aren't exactly the best.)

🔹If you ever feel alone (Don't) by @beardyboyzx (G, 9k, Louis/Harry)

Louis is too busy worrying about helping his mum and paying the bills to let himself enjoy his teenage years and hang out with his friends. Enter Harry, who will help him reconcile with his friend and understand the difference between feeling lonely and being alone.

🔹Softer, Softest by @berzerkshires , @littleroverlouis (E, 1k, Louis/Harry)

A lazy Sunday afternoon of Harry appreciating the softness of Lou's body.

🔹Perfume Purgatory by @littleroverlouis (T, 4k, Louis/Harry)

Louis is enduring the purgatory of selling perfume as a seasonal employee at the department store where her girlfriend, Harry, is employed.

She still hates the mall but needs the extra cash to purchase Harry a special gift.

🔹Snow Squalls & Kitty Paws by @littleroverlouis (G, 8k, Harry/louis)

Louis and Zayn own The Future is Meow, a bookstore-slash-cat café, and are spreading the holiday cheer to their customers this Christmas Eve. A few morning snow flakes turn into a full-blown blizzard and before they know it, the safest place for them and their employees to spend the night is the bookstore.

Shop regular and object of Louis' affections, Harry, is also snowed in with them— as is another man who Harry seems more than friendly with.

Will it be a Christmas miracle if Louis survives the snow squalls, a seemingly unrequited crush, and a curmudgeonly tortoiseshell cat?

🔹we were lucky once, I could be lucky again by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (M, 4k, Louis/Liam)

It all started with a big battle. One of those big end of the world battles where Louis feels so incredibly powerless, where he knows he won’t be able to do anything but stand on the sidelines and wait for Liam to come back. Not to downplay his own abilities, which in some circles are considered formidable, but when it comes to true danger – well, there is only one Slayer.

The Slayer.

Into every generation and all that, Louis knows it, but that doesn’t mean that he has to like it when Liam puts himself in danger every night. It’s bad enough when it’s just your run of the mill vampire, it’s different when words like apocalypse and end of the world get thrown around. Liam takes it in stride, as he always does, jokes about how they need to come up with a plural form of apocalypse because they’ve lived through more than one in their time on the Hellmouth, but there’s always this tightness in Louis’ chest when he watches Liam head out to another battle, unsure whether or not he’s going to come back.

Unsure if this will be the last time he’ll see him and he’ll have to live with his regrets for years to come. With the thoughts of what could have happened.

🔹Ho Ho Hopefully by safetyfilm / @larrieblr (T, 5k, Louis/Harry)

Attached to the gift, just under the bow, was a paper tag, and Harry wished desperately that he could write his own name there. ‘To Louis, from Harry.’ What a dream that would be. He’d grown fond of Louis over the time that he’d been watching him, wishing that he could be part of Louis’ life, of his world, regardless of the fact that the only thing Harry had ever known was working for Father Christmas—or Nicholas, as he’d preferred to be called. The one where Harry is an elf in Santa’s workshop, and Louis is one of the humans he’s been assigned to.

🔹It's All Come and Go by @haztobegood (E, 2k, Louis/Orville Peck)

“Truck stops are like the original Grindr.” - Orville Peck, Coachella 2022

🔹Change of Plans by @haztobegood (G, 2k, Louis/Harry)

Harry and Louis plan to visit their families over Christmas. Sometimes, plans don't work out.

🔹Stole My Heart by @haztobegood (NR, 2k, Louis/Harry)

“Oh my god, Niall.” The door slams shut as Harry rushes into the flat. He’s still panting from his rush to get away from the scene of his crime. “You won’t believe what just happened!”

Niall is sitting on the couch in their tiny living room. He looks up from his laptop. “What happened?”

“The worst thing. I’ll never recover. I just reached into a box of free samples outside that new chicken restaurant. Only it wasn’t free samples. It was a man. Holding a box of chicken nuggets. His chicken nuggets. I stole this man’s food, Niall!”

🔹St. Elena by @allwaswell16 (NR, 1k, Louis/Harry)

When Harry’s illness worsened, the crew of the Ace of Spades sailed to the island home of Captain Grim.

An Ace of Spades timestamp from Zayn’s point of view

🔹If The Fates Allow by zita17 / @louisandtheaquarian (M, 25k, Louis/Harry)

A serendipitous meeting led former boy bander and current pop star Harry Styles to fall in love with a boy named Louis nine Christmases ago. Six Christmases ago, that boy left him to raise a baby that wasn’t Harry’s. And, well, Harry never quite got over that. But this year, he gets a second chance at first love.

A love letter to second chances, unconventional families, and Christmas in New York. Loosely inspired by James Arthur’s Emily and Dickens' A Christmas Carol featuring Liam, Niall, and Zayn as the ad hoc ghosts of Christmas past, present, and future. The ingredients for this Christmas treat include a wallop of a blizzard, a pinch of angst, a dollop of fluff, several cups of clichés, and The Rockefeller Center skating rink as a supporting character.

Title is from Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. (Frank Sinatra or Judy Garland version, reader's choice!)

-Fic Fest-

🔹Louis Rare Pair Fest / @louisrarepairfest (Masterpost)

[panye]

fic post: when did i first know? i always knew

Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes (main), Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson (side), Zayn Malik/Liam Payne (side) | 7.7k | Explicit

Shawn has thought about marrying Niall more times than he can count, but there’s a palpable difference in the way he feels around kids now. It’s gone from an immeasurable amount of love for being Uncle Shawn to Harry and Louis' children, to wanting to experience these moments for himself with his own kids.

He has a feeling that has a lot to do with the way he feels about Niall, too.

Or, it takes Christmas Eve spent with two dads, four uncles, and two children under 6 for Shawn to realize he might want kids of his own. He's nervous Niall won't feel the same way.

A fic for @1dchristmasfest

[linkles-art-blog]

Brand-new artwork for Chapter 9 of Cherish, my beloved fic. 🥺💕This is the fourth main artwork for the fic that I’ve made chronologically, and I think only one of two (including Chapter 4′s) that I’ve ever managed to finished on time to release it with the new chapter. lol

Chapter 9 will be releasing very shortly after this artwork is posted, so please look forward to that, and be sure to consider giving my Cherish blog a follow if you want to keep completely up to date with Cherish news and content without anything else being posted in between. ^-^

As you can tell, I definitely gave in to my desire to use the Holiday 2022 artwork’s crayon-like coloring style for this one. I don’t have any regrets, though; it’s a ton of fun to play with and I’m very proud of the result. You might see some other Cherish artworks of mine using this style in the future. Or maybe not. Who can say? :)

Do not repost this artwork anywhere without my explicit permission or claim it as your own. See F.A.Q.s for details. Songs I listened to while drawing this:

My Cherish Playlist (the public and currently only partial version of which you can listen to here.) Most specifically of all though, the chapter’s namesake, come out and play by Billie Eilish.

Top of the World — Shawn Mendes

Michael Bublé - Christmas (Deluxe Album) (and most specifically Cold December Night).

Iris — Goo Goo Dolls

(And mostly unrelated to the vibe but I listened to this too)

When Someone Stops Loving You — Little Big Town

[ao3feed-larry]

I Keep Looking For Magic

by lululawrence

Harry loves Christmas, but this year is special. After ten years of boyfriends all failing to ever meet Harry's family, Harry has a fiance to introduce and things are looking like they will be perfect.

Until they break up.

Harry cannot go home alone when he had promised to bring a significant other again. This leaves him with little choice but to find someone to pretend they are his fiance.

Surely nothing could go wrong with this plan.

Words: 1572, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Gemma Styles, Anne Cox, Robin Twist, Michal Mlynowski, Original Styles Child(ren), Niall Horan, Lewis Capaldi, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Shawn Mendes

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Advent Fic, Christmas, Strangers to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Blind Date, Basically, Break Up, Photographer Harry Styles, Actor Louis Tomlinson, more like aspiring actor but that's fine, Banter, Idiots in Love, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Meet the Family, Family Dynamics, Home for Christmas, Fluff, Humor, No Smut

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/WYkA3w6

[shadowisles-writes]

(Yeah, I think you're cute, but really you should know) I just came to say hello,

It's been a while, sorry 😬 but I hope your mojitos were delicious!

Also sorry you're dealing with drama, some people really never mature past the age of 13. Sometimes it's better to just lie low and hope it passes on it's own.

I'm pleased to announce there is a shameless amount of sexy Eris in this fic and happy endings only, Christmas is not the time to be sad.

And the question of this ask: Top five artists and songs from your Spotify wrapped? because I'm nosy (and I need title ideas)

~Your slightly absent father (Christmas) who's rapidly running out of (un)funny sign offs

Hello (darkness my old friend),

I am running out of greeting songs in case you couldn't tell. A little sad for the christmas vibes but it's all I got right now.

Actually, the last thing I drank was tequila and that night was a mess so I'll keep that story under wraps. I'm keeping the mojitos for when I'm sitting on a beach in the sun for New Year's Eve.

As for the drama, it was miraculously solved so we are now all behaving like adults which I love.

I'm obsessed with sexy Eris so I am DYING to read all about it <3

Top five artists:

Taylor Swift (in the top 0.05% of listeners babyyy)

Billie Eilish

Finneas

Harry Styles

Vance Joy

Top five songs:

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

A Concert Six Months From Now - Finneas

When You're Gone - Shawn Mendes

I'm with You - Vance Joy

Champagne Problems - Taylor Swift

In conclusion: I'm a basic pop loving bitch and every time I get asked to put music on it's followed by someone screaming "NOT TAYLOR SWIFT!"

Good luck finding a title, it's the hardest part of every fic for me.

[softboywriting]

Christmas Kiss | Shawn Mendes

Summary: You and Shawn have been friends since you were kids. You never meant to fall in love with him, his life and job now make a relationship hard. This Christmas you decide to tell him how you feel, there is only one problem, you’re sick with a cold and you don’t think you’ll get to see him. [fluff] [Christmas themed] [sick/cold] [non au] [friends to lovers]

Word Count: 2.6k

|Masterlist In Bio|

Being sick when Shawn comes home from tour for Christmas is not ideal. You felt the cold coming on two days before he was scheduled to land in Toronto. You had plans, big plans with Shawn. It's been ages since he's been able to hang out in person, and you finally have the courage to admit to him that you want to be more than friends. This week was supposed to be a huge life changing event, a Christmas to remember. You did everything you could to stop the onslaught of runny nose and puffy watery eyes; medicine, orange juice, supplements, but to no avail. You are undoubtedly, irrevocably, sick.

Monday morning you wake up to the doorbell for your apartment buzzing non stop. The world feels heavy. You sit up in slow motion it seems and there is nothing you can do but focus on breathing for a moment while you gain your bearings and listen to that awful tinny buzzing from someone wanting into your building. You crawl out of bed and drag yourself to the door, dragging your feet like they're in sticky mud.

"Hello?" You ask, finger on the call button for the front door. Your voice is completely wrecked, absolutely destroyed from coughing. "Hello? Anybody there?"

"It's Shawn."

"Shawn?" You glance at the clock over your couch a few feet away. It's just after nine. "What're you doing here?"

"I got you some stuff. Let me in, it's cold out here." He laughs and you press the door button to let him in.

Moments later he is pushing open the door to your apartment and carrying in bags of stuff. You wrap a blanket off the couch around your shoulders and watch as he unloads bag after bag onto your kitchen island.

"What's this?"

"Medicine, food, gifts." Shawn starts unpacking and setting aside Oreos and some ramen cups. "I stopped by the store for you on my way over with your Christmas gifts."

You shuffle forward and look at the bags. They're full of more groceries than you would usually buy in two weeks. How much does the guy think you eat? And what is with all the junk food? You tug the corner of a bag down and see a bottle of whiskey. "What's this?" You pull out a fifth of Canadian whiskey and give Shawn a look.

"That's for us." He puts away the Oreos and some mac and cheese into a cupboard. "Hot toddies are good for making you sweat out a cold."

"Uh huh. You said “us”? You're not staying."

"The hell I’m not."

"Shawn, you can't get sick. You're a rockstar, you have to sing. You...you have responsibilities."

"Yeah and right now," he pauses and hands you a box of tissues. "My responsibility is my best friend."

Best friend. That packs a punch you didn't expect. A haunting reminder of how he thinks of you, at least, how he presents that he thinks of you. It's hard and it's getting harder, that courage you built up the last few months is withering now like ice  in the hot sun. It's just turning to steam before your very eyes. Shit.

"What if you get sick?"

"So what? I've been sick before and I'll be sick again." Shawn wads up the last of the grocery bags and sets aside a bunch of wrapped boxes on the counter. "I've waited four months to be here and to see you. I'm not letting some stupid runny nose stop me."

"I'm not going to be any fun." You sniff, eyes watering heavily. "I'm just going to sleep and be miserable."

Shawn rolls his eyes. "I know you. You'll want to watch Lion King and drink peppermint tea until you're so tired you pass out. I'm prepared for that."

"Wow. Just read me like a book why don't you?"

He grins. "Go sit down. I'll make some tea and we'll talk and catch up."

"We talk everyday."

"But it's different when we're together."

"Yeah but..." You chew on your lip and he lays his hand on your shoulder. "Never mind. Thank you for coming over."

"You'd do the same for me." He cups your cheek and you turn your eyes up at him, sure that you must look terrible. "You're welcome."

His soft gaze breaks you. You step forward and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face to his chest. Your fingers curl tight into his shirt and he holds your head with both hands.

"I missed you," he says, fingers working into your hair and scratching at your scalp with his blunt fingertips. "Things aren't the same without you."

"I missed you too." You murmur, eyes closed and you can almost, just barely, smell his cologne. Maybe your one nostril is unblocked. Maybe...just maybe you just want to be immersed in that familiar scent so bad it's appearing in your mind.

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Shawn spends the rest of the day with you. He makes you tea and warm whiskey spiked drinks. You watch the Lion King, Mulan and Moana. Just after six the sun starts to slip behind the horizon, your living room becoming dark. Shawn's arm finds its way around your shoulders and he leans his head on your head. You want to tell him. You need to tell him how you feel.

"Tomorrow is Christmas."

You nod slightly. "Sure is."

"My parents are in Barbados." Shawn chuckles. "It was a gift for their anniversary, but the cruise got rescheduled. I was surprised when they said they'd be gone for Christmas. It's not like mom to miss it."

"Maybe they just really needed a vacation."

Shawn sits up and runs a hand over his unruly long hair. "Probably. I know mom's been having a hell of a time finding clients for work. And dad...dad is always working hard, a hundred and fifty percent everyday." He sighs. "I'm glad they taught me a good work ethic y'know, but I wish they'd take it easy. It's not like it was when Aaliyah and I were kids. They don't have to try so hard."

You lay your hand on Shawn's and he turns it over, threading his fingers between yours and rubbing absentmindedly with his thumb. "I suppose parents always want to provide for their kids, even if they are rockstars." You giggle and he gives you a look.

He hates when you call him rockstar. He says it feels like it cheapens things, makes you less than him. He doesn't want you to think of him as a rockstar but as your best friend.

"Are you parents flying in for the holiday?"

You shake your head. "No, they couldn't afford it this year."

"Why'd they move to Florida again?"

"Mom wanted to live on the beach." You roll your eyes and he squeezes your hand. "Dad also got a job down there with the construction company he works for."

"Ah. So, do you want to spend Christmas together?"

"I figured that was the plan." You look to the window where it's snowing heavily outside. "I didn't think you'd want to drive home across Toronto in this weather."

"I don't." Shawn pulls his hand away to brush his hair back with it while he reaches for his drink. "I don't mind taking the couch."

"You know what you need?" You say, getting up and going over to the kitchen. You grab a few hair ties out of the bowl that holds your keys. "These."

"Ponytails?"

"Yeah. Your hair is ridiculous and you keep pushing it out of your face every two minutes." You stand in front of him and he leans forward for you. Skillfully you gather up the top of his hair into two little pig tails on the top of his head. He looks outrageous and you can't help the ugly laugh that burbles out.

"I look stupid don't I?" Shawn asks, half laughing at your reaction. He stands and looks in the decorative mirror beside the TV. "Ohmygod. This is my new look." He turns to look at you where you've collapsed on the couch laughing and struggling to breath through your clogged nose. "Goodbye headbands, hello pigtails."

"Stop! Shawn I'm gonna die!"

"Nope. You did this." He poses, peace sign over his face while making duck lips. "High fashion baby."

You start coughing, laughter quickly succumbing to a wheezing fit and hacking. You down the rest of your tea, just warm from sitting on the table too long, and take a few deep breaths.

Shawn drops to his knees beside you, hand on your chest. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I made you laugh too hard, I'm so sorry. What can I do? How do I help?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." You cough a few more times and grab Shawn's mug, downing his drink. "I just laughed too hard. It's alright. I'm okay, just a little tired now."

"Come on, let's settle back down on the couch." Shawn grabs your arms and sits you up right on the sofa. "I'll grab some extra blankets and we'll sleep out here."

"But-"

"No buts. I'll be right back."

You close your eyes and lean your head back on the cushions. You're dying. Sickness is wreaking havoc on your body. Shawn's wreaking havoc on your heart, and you're absolutely destroying your mental capacity with liquor and cough medicine. You can't wait. You have to tell Shawn. It's now or never. Balls to the wall. You just have to-

"Are you okay?" Shawn's voice breaks through your thoughts and you open your eyes. "You look a little out of it."

"I love you."

"I love you too?" He says sinking down on the couch and flopping the blankets he was carrying over your lap. "What's with the sudden affection?"

"No, I mean-" You hold your head as it throbs. Maybe whiskey and NyQuil don't mix. In fact, you know they don't. "I am in love with you."

"I know."

"W-what?"

Shawn brushes your hair back off your clammy face and looks at you with those soft hazel brown eyes you adore. "I've known for a long time.”

“I-I Wha-”

“It's okay, don’t panic. I'm in love with you too. I know I always said that when the time comes I'll know, and I can't pinpoint the moment it happened but one day I woke up and I realized my whole world is waiting for me in a tiny apartment in Toronto." He chuckles. "I've been working on a way to tell you, a way to make it work with my job. I haven't found that way yet, and I hoped you would wait for me, though I didn't expect that. So I never told you. I couldn't- I won't hurt someone like that, especially not you."

"I-I don't know what to say." You stare at him, unsure of your reality as your head swims. Is this real? Did you fall asleep? Are you in some kind of cold medicine induced mini coma? "I'm asleep aren’t I?"

"You're not." Shawn presses his hand to your forehead. "You've got a fever though."

"This isn't real. You're not even here. I'm going crazy." You slump over and Shawn covers you with blankets. "I'm just coping aren't I? Stressed myself out so far that I'm dreaming of telling you the truth."

"You're awfully self aware for a dream."

"That's just what dream Shawn would say."

He chuckles. "I'm getting you some Advil. Relax and I'll be right back with a very real glass of water and two very real pain relievers."

You close your eyes once more and quickly you begin to drift off to sleep. You vaguely remember Shawn sitting your head up to take the Advil and water. But after that everything is a blur of sleep and muddled nonsense dreams.

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Christmas morning you wake up on the couch. Your body is stiff, achy from sickness and the unsupportive couch cushions. Beside you is a glass of water and some cold medicine on the coffee table. There is a lump of blankets by the other end of the couch and you can see a mop of hair sticking out, two pigtails very visible.

Then reality hits you. If you're waking up now with Shawn asleep in your living room that means last night was very real. It means...you confessed your feelings and Shawn, well, he confessed them back. Excitement, hope and terror are quite a cocktail of emotions. They make your stomach lurch, your heart flutter and your hands shake. What happens now? Where do things go from here?

"Hey," Shawn's groans, peeking over his blankets at you. "How's the fever?"

"Good? I think? I just woke up."

"Mmm." He sits up and stretches. "It's Christmas."

"Yeah." You look over to the tree in the corner where there are boxes from your parents, your sister and Shawn all waiting to be unwrapped. "I can wait though."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to be the only one to unwrap gifts."

Shawn laughs and grabs a few of the boxes from under the tree. "I brought my gifts too, the ones my parents and Aaliyah left for me at my apartment."

"Oh. I thought you brought all of those for me, I thought it was a lot but I didn't want to say anything."

"No." Shawn passes you a box with your name on it. "You definitely deserve this many, but I didn't go crazy."

"You've been crazy." You smile and he gives you a look that turns into a smirk. "Did...did you mean what you said last night?"

"Every word of it." Shawn sits across from you on the couch with his box in his lap. He picks at the paper a bit. "It's okay, like if you don't want to do anything right now. I know my life is insane and yours isn't anywhere near as hectic." He chews his lower lip. "I couldn't ever ask you to commit to my life and the distance and-"

"Shawn."

"Yes?"

"We'll figure it out."

His eyes light up and he stares at you, seemingly bewildered. "You want to try? You want to be in a relationship? With me? I-I'm- you're sure?"

"Shawn I haven't wanted anything more in the last year. We already make the distance work as friends. What's the difference in doing it as a couple?" You sniff and wipe your eyes that are watering from your clogged sinuses. "I think the distance has only made us stronger friends and-"

Shawn leans in to kiss you, hands on your legs and you stop him at the last second with your fingers against his lips. "Please?" he murmurs.

"You're so dumb."

"Because I'm going to kissing you and you're sick?"

"Yes."

He grins and grabs your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "I guess we'll just have to be the couple that shares everything."

"This is not what that means."

"I don't care." He tries to kiss you again and you groan, stopping him. "Shawn, you're gonna get sick."

"I don't care." Another attempted kiss. "I've waited a long time for this."

You cup his face and push him back a bit so he will stop trying to infect himself. “I have too but I'm not going to kiss you and get you sick. And when you've got this cold I will not kiss you then either."

"Yeah you will. Don't lie."

"I won't." You giggle and he pushes forward, leaning you back until you're laying against the arm of the couch with his body covering yours. "Is this for real?"

"Very real." He kisses your nose. "I don't want to wait." He kisses your head. "I've been alone for a long while this feels...it feels so right. Please let me kiss you."

"Alright." You close your eyes and he presses his lips to yours. It's soft, sweet and everything you ever imagined. "Happy?"

"Yes," he whispers, smiling against your lips. "Merry Christmas darling."

You giggle at the pet name. He knows it's one of your favourites. "Merry Christmas Shawn."

End

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White Christmas | Shawn Mendes x Reader

Pairing: shawn mendes x f!reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary: in preparation for christmas eve dinner with shawn’s family, y/n makes her famous christmas cookies. when shawn offers to help it leads to a mix of ingredients y/n wasn’t quite expecting and a night full of memories

Warnings: swearing

Masterlist | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: hi everyone! i wanted to write this story in honor of @watchmegetobsessed ‘s #fanficmas2021! i’ll be using the prompt “when i said i want a white christmas, this wasn’t what i had in mind.” i read that prompt and immediately thought of this idea so i hope you all like it as much as i do and it gets you into a festive holiday spirit! the execution of the plot and ending probably could’ve been better, but i’m still proud of it and think it’s sickeningly cute. finally, merry christmas eve, i hope you all have a wonderful holiday (if you celebrate), and that it’s full of so much love and happiness <3. enjoy the story and lmk what you think! :)

The smell of holiday candles wafted through the air as you made your way through the living room. What was it; cinnamon? Nutmeg? Some sort of spice only found in candles during the holidays? Whatever it is, it’s wonderful and making the condo feel and smell warm and cozy.

Shawn always went a little overboard with the candles he placed around the condo, but you loved it, loved the way it made him so happy and relaxed. Considering all he goes through, you figure the least this man deserves is a space where he feels safe and at ease. Even if that does mean spending fifteen minutes trying to light a bunch of Christmas candles.

As you put away the lighter you had been using, Shawn walks out from the bedroom and makes his way into the kitchen with you. You smile at the sight of him; red sweater, jeans, fluffy hair, and eyes sparkling from the city lights outside mixed with the holiday ones strung up around your home. A perfect sight you could say.

“Hey, baby, how’s it going?” Shawn asks as he makes his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Good, I just finished lighting the fifty candles you have out,” you tease. Shawn groans and nuzzles his nose into the top of your head.

“Whatever, you know you love them,” he hums. “They make all the decorations come together. It’s one thing to see the holiday spirit, but it’s another to smell it in the air as well.”

“I’m going to have to agree with you on that one, Mendes,” you reply.

Turning slightly in Shawn’s arms, you gaze around the condo, taking in the sight of everything. It all looks so beautiful, and Shawn isn’t wrong about the candles helping to really tie everything in. It really feels like being in a winter wonderland when you step inside the front door.

You and Shawn had decided to go all out this year. After everything that happened last year with the height of the pandemic and not being able to have the Christmas you all hoped for, you decided this year you’d do everything you could to make it as best as possible. Shawn’s family was coming over for Christmas Eve dinner and the both of you couldn’t be more excited. Family gatherings were far and few between with all the constant restrictions and fears of getting sick, so being able to finally spend this time together is really all you could ask for.

Shawn’s family would be here soon, so you’re just making all the finishing touches. You and Shawn had somehow put together a wonderful meal, all your favorites and then some. It was a miracle considering when you and Shawn are together in the kitchen, there’s always some sort of disaster. The two of you have too much fun and constantly lose track of time, leading to burnt dishes or forgotten ingredients. It truly is a Christmas miracle the food made it’s way from the kitchen to the dining area without a hitch.

“Is there anything left to do?” Shawn questions, unwrapping his arms from around you.

“Just one more thing,” you reply before opening up a few cabinets. “The Christmas cookies!”

“Ooo that’s right! Your famous Christmas cookies,” he chuckles as he watches you get all the ingredients you need.

“I don’t know if I would count the recipe I found online and have used the past four years as famous, but okay,” you giggle, setting out measuring cups and mixing bowls.

“According to Aaliyah they are. I swear she’s brought them up more times than I can count this past week,” Shawn says, shaking his head. “She’s so excited for them considering she wasn’t able to get some last year.”

“Well i’ll have to make her extra to take home. I couldn’t possibly let my favorite girl go without them any longer, now could I?” Shawn rolls his eyes while you laugh. The bond you and Aaliyah have is special, and you’re grateful to be able to connect with Shawn’s family so well.

“I guess not,” Shawn replies. He looks around at everything you’ve placed on the kitchen island and he reaches out to pick up a few of the cookie cutters you set out. “Do you want some help making them?”

You turn around and face Shawn, staring at him curiously.

“You wanna help me make the cookies?”

“Yeah! You’ve always made them on your own and I think it’d be fun if we did it together this time. I wanna continue to make as many memories with you as possible,” Shawn smiles fondly at you and you can’t help the fluttering of your heart as you take in his statement. He really is the sweetest guy in the world.

“Of course you can help me, love. Thank you for offering,” you say as you make your way over to Shawn and plant a small kiss on his cheek.

Taking his hand, you lead Shawn over to the other side of the kitchen island where all the materials are laid out. Shawn picks up some of the measuring cups and turns to face you.

"Where do I start?" He questions. You smile and push a couple of different ingredients towards Shawn, thinking of the perfect job for him.

"Since I make the cookies from scratch, how about I read off the recipe and you help me measure out the different ingredients," you say. Shawn nods his head and begins to open up the bags of flour and sugar.

"Alright, sounds good. Let's do this!" he exclaims.

Watching as Shawn starts to separate all of the measuring cups, ready and waiting for your instructions, you scoot a little closer to him.

"Hey if you do good I might even let you lick the spoon when we're done with it," you tease, nibbling on your bottom lip to try and stifle your laugh.

"Hmm, sounds intriguing," Shawn hums, tilting his head so his lips graze against your ear. "But I think I'd like something a little sweeter."

As you feel your cheeks heat up, Shawn moves his head away from your ear and brings his lips down onto yours. Even though Shawn made you flustered, you're able to revel in the taste of him, kissing back immediately.

After a minute Shawn pulls back and your eyes flutter open, you’re left feeling like you’re floating. No matter how many times it happens, every kiss with Shawn still feels like your first in the best way possible.

“So, shall we?” The tiniest of smirks pulls at the corner of Shawn’s lips as he tilts his head towards you, finding humor in the fact he can still sweep you off your feet.

“Absolutely,” you reply, shaking out of you lovesick trance. God this man has such a hold on you. You love him nonetheless.

Rummaging through the pile of ingredients, you find the recipe and begin baking with your boyfriend, ready to make more of those Christmas memories with him.

*****

“Baby it’s cold outside!” You and Shawn finish off the song as best you can, your harmonies not quite matching up together, but it’s perfect to you both anyways.

Shawn suggested turning on the music about halfway through the cookie preparation, after you both had really started getting into things. You thought that was a great idea and you’ve been singing different holiday songs ever since. Your favorite had been the one just before Baby It’s Cold Outside, it was All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey. You and Shawn had been trying to hit the high notes but every time you would both start laughing while you danced around the kitchen. It was a sight to see (and hear), you’re sure.

Now, you’re deciding on all the cookie cutter shapes you want to use. There is so many to choose from and you typically only used a few of them each year, but you figured you’d use way more this year considering you didn’t get to make hardly any last year since it was just you and Shawn. You’ve already decided on using the tree, reindeer, santa, snowflake, and snowman ones, you just wanted one more.

“Y/N, look,” Shawn says, reaching his hand out and picking up a cookie cutter from the pile. “Let’s do the gingerbread one, that way when we decorate them we can make them look like us.”

You laugh and nod your head in response, you’d love to see how that turns out.

“Okay, I love that idea. Let’s do it!”

Shawn places the gingerbread shape with the rest of your choices, taking the unused ones and putting them away so you both have more room to work.

You grab some flour from the bag you set out earlier, and begin to lightly dust the dough with it. It’s the worst to have the dough get stuck to the counter because then you won’t be able to pick it up and put it on the tray without it breaking.

After spreading some flour on the counter as well, you lay out the dough and grab the rolling pin. You hold the pin in your hands as you take a second to look from the dough, to shawn, and then back again.

“Here, Mr. Muscles,” you say as you hold out the rolling pin to your boyfriend. “Now that you’re helping me, you can have the absolute honor of rolling out the dough.”

It’s not that you can’t roll out the dough on your own, you’ve been doing it just fine these last few years, but having Shawn do it just sounds so much better.

“Oh thanks so much, baby, I’m so grateful to be doing this,” Shawn replies sarcastically as he grabs the tool from your hands.

You giggle at Shawn’s response and shake your head. Shawn begins to roll out the dough and you lean on the counter as you watch him perform the task. All he’s doing is rolling out cookie dough but wow, you think, is this man dreamy.

*****

“Y/N, you can’t tell me this doesn’t look just like you!” Shawn laughs as he holds out the gingerbread cookie to you. “You guys are practically twins.”

“Please, I don’t look like that even on my worst day!” You laugh and roll your eyes at Shawn’s poor attempt to make the gingerbread look like you.

“Oh okay, because yours looks so much like me,” Shawn retorts, pointing at the cookie you are currently trying to make look like him as best as possible.

“Hey! Mine looks so good, I even drew on your tattoos!” You smile looking down at cookie Shawn, content with the cute designs you drew on it’s arms with the black icing.

“Babe, I know it can’t be just me that think’s the guitar tattoo looks a little…odd,” Shawn holds back his laugh while staring at the icing tattoo, feeling grateful his actual tattoo doesn’t look like that.

“It’s not my fault the cookie arms are so short and small!” You reply, feeling your cheeks heat up, knowing exactly what Shawn’s getting at. “I only had so much room to work with.”

Shawn giggles and moves closer to you, planting a kiss on the side of your head.

“It’s okay, I think they look great and I love them both,” he says as you look up at him. You give Shawn a small smile as you nod your head in agreeance.

“And I love you,” you whisper, staring up at the man you’ve been so grateful to be with these past few years. He’s everything and more you could ask for and no matter what you wouldn’t trade this relationship for the world.

“I love you so much more, my love,” Shawn grins.

“If you say so.”

Shawn leans in and connects his lips with yours, the taste of sugar still on his lips from when you let him lick the spoon earlier. The memory of it makes you smile into the kiss.

You both pull back and stare at each other fondly for a second before returning to the cookies in front of you. Teasing aside, they all do look really good and the both of you are happy with how they all turned out. The only cookies left to be put on the plate are the two gingerbread versions of you and Shawn, you had left decorating those for last.

Each of you grab the gingerbread you had been decorating and set them lightly on the plate, not wanting to risk breaking one. Stepping back, you lightly squeal with excitement, completely happy with how the cookies turned out. The fact you and Shawn made them together makes it even better.

“Well, i’d say we’re finished! Thank you for helping me, i’m proud of us,” you say to Shawn, looking over everything you’ve accomplished tonight; dinner and desert.

“You’re welcome, baby. I’m proud of us too,” Shawn agrees.

“Let’s clean everything up and by the time we’re done your parents and sister should be here.” Shawn hums in agreement before taking some of the utensils used and putting them in the sink. You start to close up different bags of ingredients and throw away the extra stuff you didn’t use but aren’t able to keep.

While pushing the plate of cookies forward so you can have room to wipe off the counter, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn towards Shawn and look at him questioningly, not sure what he needs.

“You have some flour on your face,” he says, causing you to instantly use your shoulder to try and wipe it off.

“Where is it?” You ask, seeing as the powder didn’t appear on your top after rubbing your cheek on it.

“Right here.” Before you can process what’s happening, Shawn reaches forward and smears flour on the side of your face. Your mouth hangs open in shock as you take a step back and watch as powder particles drift from your face onto the kitchen floor.

“You did not just do that!” You exclaim as you use the back of your hand to try and wipe off some of the flour. Shawn’s laugh fills your ears and you can’t help but want to laugh as well, but stand your ground as you walk closer to him. “You think that’s funny, huh?”

“Mhm,” Shawn smirks as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Oh okay. Well so is this.” You quickly reach to your side and scoop up the flour that’s still laying on the counter, and then throw it in Shawn’s face. His eyes immediately flutter close and his nose scrunches up, causing you to burst out laughing at the sight.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Y/L/N,” Shawn grumbles as he reaches for the bag of flour. The bag tips over and a puff of white goes up into the air, some of the flour spilling out onto the counter. Shawn grabs a handful of it before starting to throw it at you in tiny pinches. It doesn’t hurt, but you can still feel the powdery substance against your skin, causing you to shriek and giggle at the feeling.

Swiftly grabbing your own handful of flour, you start to return fire on Shawn. You watch as the curls atop his head bounce from side to side as he tries to dodge your throws, and how his smile is visible even through the clouds of kitchen ingredients being thrown about.

The only sounds heard throughout the condo are laughs, shrieks, and holiday music still playing in the background. Somehow, they’re sounds you never want to forget about. Sounds filled with love and happiness, even if you’re currently throwing flour at your boyfriend.

You start to run low on ammo so you try to reach for the bag of flour but Shawn comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, dragging you back and away from the bag. You try to wiggle out of his arms, but fail as you can’t stop laughing and Shawn’s strong grip doesn’t seem to let up.

“No more! Please! Truce, truce! I’m sorry, I surrender!” Shawn begs. He shakes his head to try and get some of the flour off and takes a big breath in before wincing. “I think i got some in my nose.”

The both of you laugh and Shawn releases you from his grasp, allowing you space to take everything in. You take a second to look over the kitchen and your laughing quickly fades to nothing. The counters and floors are completely covered in flour, everything now having a layer of white powder over it.

This is exactly why you and Shawn can never be trusted in the kitchen together. It looks as if a snowstorm happened inside your kitchen.

“Shawn,” it comes out as almost a whisper, the disbelief evident in your voice. “When I said ‘I want a white Christmas,’ this wasn’t what I had in mind.”

You think back to a few days ago when you and Shawn had been talking about Christmas wishes. You hoped it would snow all night Christmas Eve so you’d wake up to a perfect white Christmas. Needless to say this isn’t the kind you were hoping for.

Shawn let’s out a breathy laugh, not believing the fact you guys made such a mess in so little time. This isn’t going to be fun to clean up, and it’s definitely going to take a while…

A gasp escapes Shawn’s lips followed by an ‘oh shit!’

Your head whips towards him and you can see the anxiety begin to consume him.

“My parents and sister are gonna be here any minute!” The color drains from your face as the realization hits you as well. How could it slip your mind!? It’s the whole reason you and Shawn were even baking in the first place!

“I’ll go get the vacuum, you start to clean the counters!” You rush out of the kitchen before Shawn even gets a chance to respond. You’re down the hall and back within seconds and you immediately start to rid the floor of flour with the vacuum as Shawn wipes furiously at the counters.

Sneaking a glance at Shawn as you move back and forth with the vacuum, you notice how his head and chest are almost completely covered in flour. You don’t even want to think about what you must look like right now.

Shawn moves side to side from the sink to the kitchen island, trying not to trip over the vacuum as you frantically move back and forth, cleaning up as much of the flour off the floor as possible. You can’t believe you let that whole flour fight go so far, sure it was fun but definitely not something you should have done before expecting company. It’s surely something you’re going to look back on both fondly and stressfully.

A loud buzzer rings out around the condo and you and Shawn stop dead in your tracks at the sound of it.

“They’re here!” You squeak, immediately stopping the vacuum. It isn’t perfect but it’ll do. At least the floor doesn’t look like it’s completely covered in snow anymore.

“It’s okay, i’ll go push the button to let them into the building and then finish up here. It’ll take them a few minutes to get up here anyways. You go clean up.” You nod your head and hastily go and put away the vacuum before running back to your shared bedroom.

As you stand in the bathroom you can’t help but gasp at your reflection in the mirror. The flour war may not have lasted long, but it was long enough to leave you looking like a complete mess.

Flour particles cover your top and white streaks run across each side of your face. Instead of wasting time trying to wipe off the flour on your clothes, you change tops immediately. You run a brush through your hair and use wipes to get rid of the flour on your face. Somehow, it doesn’t look awful and your satisfied with the new look. It’ll have to do because it’s not like you have time to do anything else anyways.

Rushing back to the kitchen, you notice Shawn wiping at the plate of cookies and your heart instantly sinks.

“What’s wrong? Are the cookies ruined?” Shawn looks up at you and shakes his head, tossing the rag he was using to the side.

“No, they’re find. There was just some flour on the plate but I got it off, no worries.” You let out a sigh of relief and make your way towards Shawn. You reach out to hug him but step back immediately, realizing he’s still completely covered in flour.

“Shawn! You still have flour all over you!” Shawn’s eyes go wide and he looks down at his sweater and reaches his hand up to touch his face. He was so focused on cleaning he didn’t realize he still had to clean himself up too!

A round of knocks is heard and yours and Shawn’s heads both turn towards the door. You begin to walk towards it slowly, stopping for a second to look back at your boyfriend.

“Go clean up, it’s fine i’ll just tell them you’re in the bathroom or something.” Shawn nods his head and is gone in an instant. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if Shawn’s family knew what happened, but it’s not like you want them coming in to see the kitchen in complete shambles and you and Shawn looking like you rolled around in white powder. Not a good look after not being able to see them for so long.

Grasping the handle on the door, you look back towards the bedroom, hoping Shawn will be out here soon. You know how much this means to him and his family, you don’t want him to miss a second of it if he doesn’t have to.

You open the door and a smile is instantly plastered onto your face at the sight of the family in front of you. Although you’d been able to visit Shawn’s family here and there, it wasn’t the same like it used to be. With the restrictions, quarantines, and conflicting schedules it made it seem like all of you hadn’t been able to spend any time together at all. This time with them, being able to just sit down and enjoy each other’s company, means the world.

“Y/N!” Karen exclaims as she wraps you in her arms. “It’s so good to see you, love.” The happy tears spring to your eyes before you’re even able to process everything, but you’re able to hold them back as you embrace Shawn’s mom.

“It’s so good to see you guys as well! I missed you all so much,” you say, taking a step back so they can all come inside. Karen moves to the side a bit so Manny can step in and greet you.

“We missed you too, it feels like it’s been so long,” Manny sighs as he hugs you and rubs a comforting hand up and down your back. “It’s so great to be able to celebrate together, all five of us!”

You smile and nod your head in agreement, turning to greet the last Mendes.

“And of course I can’t forget about my favorite girl!” Aaliyah squeals and jumps into your arms, causing the both of you to laugh and stumble back from the door.

“I missed you, Y/N! I’m so excited to see you! You’ve gotta fill me in on everything!” Aaliyah leans in closer to you, pretending to whisper and look suspicious. “Including any embarrassing things my brother has done.”

The both of you burst out laughing again, even Karen and Manny join in. You shake your head at the girl, not surprised at all by her request.

“Speaking of your brother, where is that son of mine?” Karen questions as you all start to make your way around the corner and into the dining room.

“Oh he’s-“

“I’m right here, Mom,” Shawn says, saving you from having to make up an excuse. You look up and see Shawn leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed, and looking perfect as ever. You’ll truly never understand how guys get ready so fast.

Shawn’s family make their way over to him and they all greet and embrace him. You smile at the sight, feeling so grateful you get to know such a loving family.

Karen, Manny, and Aaliyah all make their way to the living room, setting down their things and putting presents under the tree. You move towards Shawn, wrapping your arms around him from the side.

“You clean up nice, Mendes,” you tease, taking a look at not only Shawn himself, but also at the kitchen. It looks like the flour fight never even happened. There’s a spot here and there but it’s normal for having cooked and baked all day. Everything turned out wonderful, at least you hope it did.

“What can I say? I do my best,” Shawn replies, smirking down at you. You roll your eyes and pat his chest before moving back from him.

“Sure you do, baby.” The both of you chuckle before Shawn reaches out and grabs your hand. “Let’s go have a nice time with your family.”

You begin to lead Shawn towards the dining table, but the soft pull of your hand makes you stop and turn back towards him.

“Our family,” he says as he stares at you fondly. Those same tears from earlier seem to make their way back to you, leaving your eyes brimmed with them as they threaten to spill over.

“Our family,” you whisper in return, your heart feeling full at the fact Shawn and his family consider you part of theirs. They truly are some of the kindest people you have ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“C’mon, let’s eat,” Shawn says before taking the lead and pulling you towards the dining table. Shawn’s parents and sister join you and soon you’re all sitting down, ready to dive into all the delicious food.

*****

Dinner went wonderfully. It consisted of good food, laughs, stories, and a whole lot of off-key singing as the holiday music continued on in the background. Shawn helped you clear everyone’s plates and store the leftover food, so now you’re all sitting at the table having drinks and enjoying each other’s company before you eventually head to the living room.

Every person at the table can be seen with a smile on their face, each of you enjoying your time to the fullest. Even as the chatter begins to die down, everyone feeling full after eating, there continues to be a quick remark here and there, someone remembering a story they wanted to share or a joke they wanted to tell. Every topic and remembrance of something else to share is welcomed, no one wanting to give up this special time just yet.

After a few more minutes of letting everyone’s food settle, you excuse yourself and make you way to the kitchen. You reach over the counter and grab the large plate of cookies you and Shawn had made, excited to share them with everyone.

“Are those what I think they are?” Aaliyah asks as she watches you walk back over to the table. You nod your head as you set the plate down in the middle of the table.

“Homemade Christmas cookies, brought to you by some recipe I found a long time ago, me, and surprisingly; Shawn.” You glance at Shawn and smile when you catch his eye, still loving the fact he helped you make them and that it ended in a war in the kitchen.

“Oh god, Shawn helped?” Aaliyah grimaces as she picks up one of the cookies shaped as a Christmas tree. “Suddenly I don’t want a cookie.”

“Hey! I’m a good baker! You haven’t even tried them yet,” Shawn slumps in his chair and you can’t help but giggle at him. Aaliyah just rolls her eyes jokingly before examining the cookie further.

“Did you guys put powdered sugar on them?” Aaliyah asks as she takes a bite out of the cookie.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, knowing for a fact you didn’t. There’s frosting on the cookies, the kind that dries solid, so that’s plenty sugar as it is. You reach over and grab one of the other cookies to see what she’s talking about and you nearly gasp at what you find.

“Shawn!” You whisper as you hold the cookie out in front of him. You look over and see Aaliyah’s talking to Manny and Karen, all of them oblivious to what you’re saying to Shawn. “There’s flour on the cookies! I thought you said they were fine when you were cleaning?”

Shawn takes the cookie from your hand and groans when he notices the white specks across it.

“Sorry! I thought they were. I only noticed the flour on the plate, I didn’t realize some of it got on the actual cookies.” Shawn leans forward and grabs the plate, wanting to see if all of the cookies are like that.

“Look, it’s just the few that were exposed on top.” He grabs one of the clean napkins and begins to brush off the specks of flour on top of each affected cookie. “See? All good.”

Shawn places the plate back in the middle of the table and smiles as his mom and dad each take one. He grabs the two gingerbread versions of the both of you and hands the one you made of him to you, while he keeps the one he made of you.

“So, baby sis, how do you like the cookies?” Shawn smirks as he awaits Aaliyah’s reply, so sure she’s going to think they’re wonderful and take back her remark about Shawn probably ruining them.

“Eh, they’re okay and that’s only because Y/N took part in making them, if it was just you they’d be awful,” Aaliyah laughs and you join in as you watch Shawn pout and slump in his chair yet again. “Really though they are good, I feel like I can taste some flour though…”

You shake your head and narrow your eyes at Shawn. “You can thank your brother for that one. Let’s just say we had a little mishap with the flour in the process of finishing the cookies.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Aaliyah tilts her head as she looks at the both of you and everyone starts laughing, Shawn’s cheeks turning a rosy color in the midst of it.

Aaliyah, Karen, and Manny get up and head to the living room, ready to wind down and exchange gifts. You go to join them but Shawn quickly reaches for your arm before you can get far.

“Wait, we have to take a bite out of cookie us,” he says, picking up the version of you he made. You laugh at his way of putting it but nod your head in agreement. After all the drama in the kitchen earlier, the least you can do is try one of the cookies that started it all.

You take a bite out of cookie Shawn’s arm, the one with the questionable guitar tattoo on it, and Shawn takes a bite out of cookie you’s leg. You hum in delight at the taste. Not bad, you think.

“You taste pretty good,” Shawn mumbles against your ear before nudging his nose against the side of your head, letting out a small chuckle.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you reply, feeling a little bit of warmth in your cheeks due to Shawn’s joke.

The both of you set down your cookies and then wipe your hands off on your napkins. You turn towards Shawn and give him a soft smile as he reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. He leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss, the taste of the cookie still fresh on his lips.

Shawn pulls back and wraps you in his arms, holding you close as you both look over at his parents and sister, watching as Manny says something that makes his wife and daughter laugh hysterically.

“Thank you for everything tonight, Y/N. For cooking and baking and getting the condo ready. Especially for being so open to my parents and sister year after year. You don’t know how much all of it means to me,” Shawn says.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. We did all of it together, and if anyone should be thanking someone it’s me thanking you. You and this family are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and i’m so happy you’ve all let me be a part of it.” You lightly squeeze Shawn in appreciation, feeling emotional over his comment.

“I love you so much, pretty girl.” Shawn mumbles into your hair. You smile at the feeling and nickname before looking up at him.

“I love you too, Shawn.”

Shawn leans in and gives you a kiss on the forehead, instantly leaving behind a feeling of warmth and love.

“Hey, lovebirds come check it out! It’s snowing!” Aaliyah’s voice cuts through the trance you and Shawn seem to be in, and you turn to look over at her. She’s standing by the large glass windows in the living room and although it’s a little hard to see, it’s clear snow has started to fall outside.

You watch in awe as the snow outside mixes with the lights of the surrounding buildings, everything looking like starlight. The city at night is one of yours and Shawn’s favorite sights and is why you both love the view from the condo so much. Everything always looks so incredible from up here.

“I guess you’ll get your true white Christmas after all,” Shawn says as he watches you stare out at the city, knowing how much you had hoped for this and how excited you must be.

“I guess so,” you reply, turning back to face your boyfriend.

Shawn holds out his hand for you and you gladly take it, allowing him to lead you into the living room, ready to continue the night with your family.

[belovasangel]

Come Back to Me

Summary: Shawn missing big events leaves to beautiful memories and Christmas miracles

Pairing: Shawn x fem!Nurse!Reader

Warnings: swearing, light angst, fluff, flashback heavy, holiday feelings 

A/N: Yup. Surprise. Also flashbacks are in italics, per usual. Also I am not Canadian so I don’t know if y’all celebrate Remembrance Day. For the sake of this story, pretend that it’s the equivalent to Thanksgiving.

Shawn took your hand as you barreled down the sidewalk, laughs flying past you in the wind. Tonight had been a perfect date, something great to wrap the summer up, full of time alone with your favorite guy (and your favorite wine). He had been planning this for weeks now, and you can even remember him talking about this back in June when his tour had been announced. The pandemic put a damper on your two’s plans since March, but once the numbers started decreasing did he get calls from managers, and then... there was another world tour. You weren’t mad, music was his passion. Even though you two would be wrapped in each other’s arms after a lovely night, you could tell behind his eyes he longed to play the guitar for different cities. 

That’s why tonight was so important, because he started packing and planning, then he would leave on Wednesday for Prague. And of course, your job needed you in Toronto. While Canada hasn’t experienced any significantly alarming numbers, there were still cases rolling in. You insisted that Shawn goes on tour, so much that you had to pay for his first ticket yourself (he payed you back, though. He insisted). 

Shawn skidded to a stop, turning around and putting his hands on your shoulders. “Now promise me you’re gonna close your eyes, just for a few seconds.”

You huffed and shrugged your shoulders, “Shawn I’m out of breathe, you made me run in heels for about half a mile... Give me 5 minutes instead.” With a quick chuckle, he pecked your lips and turned you around. You heard his shuffling from those black boots he wears to rubble, then decided to look around. He somehow managed to find a quaint park, with a nice bubbling fountain and family’s scattered around. Dogs were running a lit in the distance, and the bustle of the city wasn’t nearly as booming as it usually is. This was nice.

“Okay, turn around.”

With a giggle, you turned around to see Shawn on one knee. Behind him was a tree strung with lights that were glowing, and underneath the tree was champagne and a radio playing your two’s song, Turning the Page (Yeah, we know it’s from Twilight, but that doesn’t stop it from being any less romantic). He was kneeled on a red and white picnic blanket, the typical one you’d see in catalogues for fall. On the blanket were rose petals scattered. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), you have changed my life for the better. The moment you saw me in the E.R., and had to take care of my broken hand, I knew you were just as kind and gentle as you looked. Once you let me in, and take you on that shitty first date, I got to see the real you. The you that cries during every Disney movie, the you that would bring me breakfast in bed when I had a rough day, the you that would rescue a damn pigeon off the street because it looked sad. You are the most sincere, selfless, and intelligent woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I don’t want ever want to stop or slow down. You have become my life and my rock, I’m completely lost without you. I am utterly in love with you, (Y/N). I want us to have a family, I want to make an album for you, and everything in between. Will you please marry me?”

You shuddered awake, looking quickly at your blaring alarm from the end table. Picking it up and turning it off, the time read 4:25 A.M., signaling it was time to get ready for work. You got up, and went to open the blinds to your bedroom, watching the snow fall steadily. Slipping on your socks and bathrobe, you shuffled to the kitchen to get a cup of tea brewing before you hit the shower. 

Mornings like this weren’t incredibly tough anymore, once Shawn was gone on tour. He face-timed you once a week because of tour, sent you letters and packages from your favorite cities, and even had roses delivered on your birthday. And of course, he always said, “Lemme see it. I wanna see you wear that pretty ring. There it is, there she is, soon-to-be Mrs. Mendes.”

Slipping in the hot shower, you played some of his songs, some of your regular playlists, and when you were throwing on your outfit, your two’s song. You missed Shawn. He had missed your two’s favorite holiday, Halloween, where you two always did the cheesy couple costumes. He missed your birthday, but he sent his family in place. He missed Remembrance Day, because in Europe that wasn’t a thing. And tomorrow is Christmas, where he has no sign of coming home whatsoever. That’s fine, though, because you took the long shift at the hospital.

When the song came to an end, you threw on your coat and snow boots, grabbing all the food and equipment you would need for a 12-hour and began to head out. Shawn sent you his daily vlog and you watched that on the shuttle. Once that was over, you got to the hospital where you would forget about your slightly more aching heart. After work, the routine would basically go in reverse. Commute home, get back into your pajama’s, drink some tea, get dinner, and go to bed, where you would have a restless night in an empty bed.

“When do you think we should have the wedding?”

Shawn looked over, a piece of popcorn hanging onto his lip like a lifeline. His cheeks were flushed and he still looked a little sweaty from the show he just played at TD Garden. He knew you were doing the planning to keep yourself from descending into madness (well, not entirely, but you only brought it up when you really missed him). “I think we should do a summer/fall sort of wedding, like when the leaves are red but it isn’t freezing by 5, ya know?”

You hummed in agreement, a smile picking at the corners of your mouth. “I completely agree. Do you want it to be outdoors then, because of the leaves?”

Shawn took another few things of popcorn from the bag and popped them into his swollen lips, he always licked them when he was frustrated by how a show went, or just when his mind was reeling. “I think we should get married outdoors, and then have the reception indoors. Kind of like-”

“Twilight...”

You both looked at the screen and snorted, sending both of you into fits of hysteria. “Shawn, we really base our relationship off of those books, didn’t we?” He looked over, licking his lips once again. “Explain, babe. I get a little bit, but our whole relationship?”

You shuffled in the bed a little bit, “Hear me out, Shawn-y boy. We met when you were hurt and I had to save you, or more-so your career. Edward saved Bella from the car, right? Right. So, there’s that. Then that girl who you worked on the album with tried to get you on the few dates, but that was long after we were official. Boom, Jacob plot line. Then you leave me for your first tour, which I get 100%, so don’t be upset over that. But the girl you worked with saw you kind of sad and made it her mission to befriend you and then attempt to change your mind over me... And our song is the one from their wedding, and we want an outdoors-y wedding.....”

Shawn looked at the screen, then back to the popcorn leaking butter in his hands. “Damn. So you’re saying that I’m Bella?” You began to shake your head, cheeks turning red. “Maybe I meant that wrong, but-”

“No, no you’re saying I’m Bella. Does that mean I get to wear the dress? I cannot wait to get married with no emotions and then have the ugliest CGI baby in the history of cinematics. Aren’t you so excited for that, my love?”

“Absolutely thrilled.”

The alarm on your phone blared once again, pulling you from Shawn. You picked up the phone, getting a few “Merry Christmas” texts from family and friends. You assumed Shawn was out partying with his crew mates, plus it must’ve been a busy day altogether. Turning off the alarm and standing, you pulled on the slippers and followed your routine again. 

Once it got to 6:07, and still no text from Shawn, you decided to call him. Immediately, you were sent to voicemail. With a sigh, you waited for voicemail.

“Hey bubs, Merry Christmas! I miss you more than ever, it’s snowing here pretty rough. I know you’d probably go outside right about now and insist to make a snowman or some angels, so that might be a mission for me after work. Um, I wanted to let you know that I love you so much, and I hope you’re having fun on tour... The apartment isn’t the same without you here, especially around this time. You’re probably having fun with your friends and I don’t wanna intrude on that, so I’ll hang up. I love you Shawn, be careful. Stay safe, come back to me soon. Bye.”

Wiping the tear that fell down your cheek, you stepped outside your apartment, hopped into the elevator and began the commute to your shift. You got to work on record time, beginning your patient rounds and vitals, then celebrating with the coworkers. Working 6:30 AM-9:30 PM would be a tough one, but whatever to keep you under that roof. Plus, double-time because of the holiday.

Once it hit 9:30, you booked it out of the hospital and onto the shuttle. Your eyes were barely open as you saw the texts from Shawn.

(Shawn) 7:59 AM: Hey babe, I’m so sorry I didn’t answer your call! I can’t wait to see your face tonight, you still up for FaceTime?

(Shawn) 9:26 AM: I bet you’re busy, but I’m gonna be in a few conferences and doing press so I won’t be able to talk for a while. Love you!

(Shawn) 3:14 PM: (Y/N) I don’t think we can FaceTime tonight, I have to do something for a fan and it’s really important. I am so sorry.

(Shawn) 8:44 PM: Are you mad at me or are you still working?

(Shawn) 9:32 PM: Something is waiting for you at home, it’s your gift. I hope this can make up for the call!

You hopped out of the shuttle, heart feeling extra heavy as you walked into the apartment. The string lights and streamers along the walls were taunting you as the elevator brought you to your floor, and you tried to compose yourself until you would get inside. Stepping up to your door, you looked for the present, to no avail.

(Y/N) 9:45 PM: Shawn I don’t see a package

(Shawn) 9:45 PM: Mom must’ve brought it inside, I’m sure it’s there.

With a huff, you shoved the key into the door, and walked inside. Chucking your purse and coat onto the hooks, while flinging off your shoes, you composed yourself enough to look for the package. If he got it express-shipped it had to be good. Checking the kitchen was no luck, and the living room looked normal. 

(Shawn) 9:48 PM: Bedroom, babe

With a gasp, you quickly buzzed to the bedroom, and laid your hand on the door. You stopped, hesitant to what was behind the door. What if it isn’t him? Taking a deep breath, you dismissed the negative thought and opened.

The room was filled with lit tea lights, rose petals on the bed and the floor, and Shawn. He was standing there in that chunky-white knit sweater you loved, with flushed cheeks and watery eyes, holding a bouquet of flowers, and your favorite song playing softly in the background.

You gasped, running into his arms with a squeal and sob, him mimicking the sound. He held onto the small of your back, and one hand on the back of your neck, and you felt his tears falling onto your skin. “I missed you so much, (Y/N). You don’t even know.” He pulled back slightly pressing his lips to yours in a soft embrace.

After a minute of kissing, you pulled back. “Merry Christmas, Shawn.”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

[allwaswell16]

One Direction friends to lovers fics where one of the characters is having a sexuality crisis as requested in this ask. You can find all my other fic recs here. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! Happy reading!

—Harry/Louis—

⊹ Learning to Breathe by youcomecrash / @drunkharrystyles-blog

(E, 110k, uni au) He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. 

⊹ Heading for Limbo by @kingsofeverything

(E, 100k, famous/not famous) When Harry discovers some life-changing things about himself, Louis is there for him, however he needs. But it’s all temporary because Louis has plans that will move his life from New York all the way to L.A. and the distance isn’t the only thing between them.

⊹ Follow Your Arrow by Anonymous

(E, 78k, high school) It's senior year and everything is about to change.

⊹Passing By by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow

(E, 48k, vacation) the one where Harry doesn't even know he's into guys until he meets Louis on a boat trip. There's something more to their friendship but it ain't gonna be smooth sailing.

That's What I'm Here For by @taggiecb

(E, 46k, farm au) Louis needs help running his business but has no idea where to even start looking.

⊹ And Touch Me Like You Never by runaway_train / @runaway-train-works

(E, 35k, roommates) The one where Harry and Louis agree to be each other's New Year's kiss and it ends up being a lot more than they bargained for.

⊹ Follow Your Heart by dimpled_halo / @comebackassholes

(E, 32k, fake relationship) “We think it would be best to market you guys as a couple,” Simon tells them. The tone in his voice makes Louis think there’s no wiggle room to even try to argue about it.

⊹ others i've seen might never be mean (but they would never do) by @cherrylouvol6

(M, 20k, girl direction) a When Harry Met Sally AU in which Louis says all the wrong things and Harry always feels one step behind.

⊹ Supposed to Be by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo

(M, 26k, high school au) the Geek Charming AU where Harry's a film geek, Louis' a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

⊹ Blush by orphan_account

(M, 15k, girl direction) the Christmas FxF Larry fic in which Louis is 99.5% sure she's straight and Harry likes to walk around shirtless and watch lesbian films

⊹ Waiting for Wonderful by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 13k, pining) Harry is willing to wait as long as he needs to for his best friend to realise that they're supposed to be together, but it kills him to watch Louis struggle in his relationship with Mackenzie.

⊹ Nobody compares to you by fallenflowercrowns / @headband-husbands

(T, 10k, tumblr au) the one where Harry falls in love twice, Louis is just incredibly sweet and supportive, and Al from tumblr is super nice but also really secretive about his identity - not that Harry can blame him, considering his own blog is run under false pretences, too.

⊹ Elle Me Dit by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 3k, girl direction) On the night of her bachelorette party she and her best friend/Maid of Honor, Harry, get drunk and wonder what they're missing out on.

—Rare Pairs—

⊹ You Don't Care About Me (One More Night) by @lululawrence

(NR, 60k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

⊹ we're still the kings of the Friday nights by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(T, 22k, Zayn/Louis) Zayn’s been everything, for so long now. His moral compass, his partner in crime, his ride or die. And as of tonight, the first boy Louis has ever kissed.

⊹ The Stories They're Not In by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

(E, 10k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) An AU inspired by Niall Horan's "San Francisco," the movie Rocketman, and Elton John and Bernie Taupin's real-life relationship (except more gay).

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Operation: Christmas Decorating

You enjoy Christmas a lot. And even though, you promised to wait until the first of December before unleashing, an opportunity presents itself. 

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He knew you had been bitting back your tongue, had been curating the playlist the second the clock from from October 31st to November 1st. There was a strict rule in the house that even though the Holidays did deserve every second from October 1st, there still needed to be lines on when it was appropriate to turn the dial to a 100. 

He figured you’d break after Thanksgiving--the second you guys had washed dishes and put up left overs you’d be begging to turn on your Christmas playlist. But you held out. The Friday came and went and you didn’t make a peep about your Christmas decorations. Saturday rolled around and still nothing had occurred. Sunday came and still nothing from you. Shawn was almost concerned--you didn’t seem sluggish, you weren’t cranky, you didn’t curl up in bed. In fact, you were up and about earlier than ever before.

“I’ll be back soon. You sure the entire list is complete?” he asks, slipping his arms into his coat. 

“Positive. I checked it twice.” Shawn scoffs at the obvious pun. “Okay, you can’t be mad at me about that,” you return with a roll of your eyes. 

Shawn kisses the top of your head. “I’m not. I’ll be back soon. Let me know if you think of anything.”

You nod. “Will do.” On the inside it was slowly killing you that you hadn’t put up the Christmas tree or broken out any sort of lights to decorate the apartment. However, you told yourself that you were going to make it past the weekend. And now at Monday, you were done. You needed something Christmas in the house and with Shawn leaving for grocery, you were going to seize the opportunity. 

Pairing your computer to the speakers, you found your curated playlist--mostly the Christmas songs you grew up, ones your mother would blast when decorating the house, but also a few new ones you had come across. The opening drums of Donny Hathaway’s This Christmas fills the house and you head into the utility closet. A giant plastic bin sits on the floor with a red and green label for Christmas. 

You drag it out and lug it to the middle of the living room. You can start in the kitchen. You have tea towels that need to be hug along with a mini plastic christmas tree that always sits up in the window of the kitchen. You also have the fake candle lights--they are plastic and made to look like white tall slender candles your with a bulb as the flame--your mother passed on to you that go up in every window during the holiday season. 

With each window, or at many windows that you can fill, you figure the mini tree is next. Unearthing it form it’s neatly stacked and packed space, you set it up with the tiny mini ornaments you bought for it too. It sits nicely on the sill and the multi colored string lights blink steadily up at you. 

You pull down the old brown towel, with orange leaves for fall and drape the white towel filled with candy canes over the handle of the oven. Turning your attention to the living room, you know you can’t put the tree up jutst--Shawn will kill you if you do that. However, you think a little bit of Christmas string lights and some garland won’t hurt. 

The songs shuffle along, and you end up dancing and singing more than you do decorating. When Aretha Franklin’s Winter Wonderland comes on you wrap the garland around your neck as if it was were some faux fur scarf. You twirl around in your socks, letting the movement take you around the living room. You feel transported, happy. And sure, you know it’s all temporary and the gift giving can sometimes feel like a chore, but there’s something about having a moment in time to truly put into perspective what’s important, to spend time with the people that matter the most to you--family or friends doesn’t matter. 

“So this was your game plan?”

You turn to the sound of Shawn’s voice, right as the song ends and another one comes on. Your heart thunders in your chest. “I lasted past the weekend. And I mean, c’mon!” You replay the last song. “How can you not let this play?”

Shawn listens for a moment. “Who’s that?”

“Aretha Franklin. It’s my Soulful Christmas playlist.”

His brow raises--you’ve never mentioned that once to him before. He listens to a couple songs play through and he can’t help but laugh when you slide up to him and guide him towards the middle of the living room. Your smile is big and bright as the songs play--even the sad ones. You sing along to each of them and the bass is shaking his teeth. He can see the kitchen’s been redecorated and where you started and got distracted with the living room. It’s cozy, for sure. You even turned on the fireplace and the warmth is seeping in under the layers of his clothes. 

“This is impressive. But you do realize it’s not even December yet.”

“Close your eyes until 12:01 am and then it will be,” you retort, laughing into his chest as he guides you two into a dance. 

His laughter rumbles in your ears from his chest. “I’ll make an exception this time.”

“Want to help me finish decorating?”

“Oh no, that’s a mess you got yourself in. But I’ll bake cookies while you work.”

With a gasp, you pull away. “You didn’t.”

His grin is bright. “Even got the Christmas ones.”

You cup his face and press several short pecks to his lips. “I knew I loved you for a reason.” Shawn can only laugh as you smush his cheeks together. 

[princecharmingmendes]

All I Want for Christmas is You | Shawn Mendes

                                MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL!

When everything goes wrong on your Christmas plans Shawn always knows how to make it right.

*Word Count: +4.7K

*Warnings: cursing, kissing, slight angst and a whole lot of fluff.

*Posted: December 25th, 2019

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I am not panicking.

I’m just a little late and Shawn is finally back from tour, which just ended, and I’m supposed to pick him up.

Fuck, I’m full panicking.

I’m on the middle of traffic and my tire just punctured, what an amazing day, oh, and it’s also raining. When I think thins can’t get worse my phone starts ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hi, baby, my flight is early, I’m just picking my bags” Shawn said with smile evident in his voice, which only made me want to punch myself harder.

“Hey, Shawn, I’m so sorry, I have a flat tire and I’m also stuck in traffic, I’m so sorry, so so sorry”

“Hey, it’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong, do you want me to go there?”

“No, it’s okay, Shawn, I just need to get this whole situation figured out”

“Are you sure, honey? I really don’t mind”

“Everything’s fine, I’ll meet you at home?”

“Y/N, are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah! It’s okay, I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry”

“Stop apologizing, it’s not your fault, I’ll meet you back home then”

“Okay, bye, love you” I said hanging up to solve things as fast as I could.

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One hour, that’s the fastest I was able to get everything wrapped up and head home in an Uber. I got to our floor as quickly as I could, completely breathless and looking like a crazy woman. Trying to gain some composure I took a few deep breaths and also trying to get my hair in place, which was clearly not working, so I just gave up and walked in, seeing the whole room dark and just feeling relief, he’s not here yet.

He’s not here yet! He should be!

“Shawn? Shawn?! SHAWN?!” I started shouting through the condo.

“I’m here, honey” I heard his voice coming from our bathroom so I ran there only to him in his sweatpants, shirtless with damp hair and smelling amazing.

“Hi” I mumbled crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the door.

“Hey, honey, c’mere” he said opening his arms and I instantaneously jumped in his warm embrace, allowing me to feel him engulfing me and pressing our lips together “God, I missed you” he mumbled into the kiss, tightening his arms around me even more.

“I missed you too, Shawnie”

“You’re coming with me next time”

“We can discuss this later” I said kissing him again, with my arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

“Okay, okay, we should sleep, right?”

“Oh, sure” I said biting my lips and squeezing him a little tighter.

“What’s wrong? I thought you were tired after everything”

“I am, I just didn’t know if you would be, so I made reservations for your favorite restaurant”

“That’s amazing, I can just go change in five if you let me”

“Whatever you want, Shawn”

“You’re in charge, baby” he said placing a kiss on my forehead.

“Sleeping sounds tempting” I said nuzzling my face on his neck.

“Don’t you wanna shower first?”

“Are you implying I smell bad?”

“No” he said chuckling “you just seem stressed, maybe a warm shower could ease it”

“You’re probably right, like most of the time, I’m just too lazy”

“I can get everything ready and leave you to shower while I get the bedroom ready for us to snuggle up and just enjoy each others company”

“I love you” I said placing my chin on his sternum to look at his gorgeous face.

“I love you too, babygirl” he said kissing my forehead and picking me up, only to place me seated on the counter.

“I should be doing this for you, you’re the one who got home today”

“I’m fine, and I haven’t been able to take proper care of you, and I like doing this”

“Okay, I’m sorry”

“Why are you apologizing, honey?”

“I don’t know, I’m...”

“Don’t, just try to relax a little, it’s just me, you don’t have to worry about anything, okay?”

“Okay”

He placed the sweetest kiss in my lips and started getting everything ready, once the shower was running and in a nice temperature he told me to get in and meet him in the bedroom, that he was only coming back to get ready for bed and to leave here something for me to where if I wanted.

And so I did.

The shower really did help to ease my tired muscles and relieve some of the stress I was going through. Finishing it up, I wrapped myself in a towel and then changed into the clothes he left, not going unnoticed the fact that he picked his hoodie and sweatpants for me to wear. Already changed, I put my hair in a messy bun and headed to the room, being met with a very shirtless and very hot boyfriend laying in bed with his phone in hands and searching for something in the TV.

“Hey” he said as I stood beside the bed, putting my phone to charge, turning off the lights and diving in the see of blankets, warmth and Shawn.

“Hi” I said as I scooted closer to him, feeling him pulling me into his chest.

“Comfy?”

“Of course I am, you’re a giant teddy bear! That’s the reason why I moved in with you a year and a half ago”

“The only reason?”

“And the back rubs, nice condo and amazing music taste”

“Good to know”

“And because I love you, but that’s just a small detail”

“Sure is”

“Did you pick a movie yet?”

“No, do you have something in mind?”

“Nah, too tired to care about anything other than you right now”

“Okay, friends it is”

“But that’s my go to show”

“I know, honey” he said chuckling and kissing my forehead “you smell nice”

“I just came out of the shower”

“I know, I just missed it”

“What? My shampoo?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not just it, it’s just your scent”

“Hm, what about it?”

“It’s yours” he stated the obvious, stroking his thumb across my cheek gently “it smells like home” and with that, I couldn’t help myself stretching and placing a kiss on his lips.

“You’re too sweet, Shawnie”

“I’m just honest” he said grinning at me softly “you should rest”

“No! You just got back, I want to enjoy you a little bit more” I said with a pout on my face.

“And I’m not going anywhere! It’s like two days till Christmas”

“I know, I just want to spend as much time with you as possible”

“I do too, but you need to rest, darling, I know you had a few tough weeks and I’m here to make sure you actually relax” he said combing his long fingers through my hair, making me close my eyes.

“Okay, okay, but gimme a kiss”

“Whatever you want” he said leaning down and capturing my lips in his, one of his hands on the back of my head holding me in place, almost as if I was going to disappear, and the other one pressed on my lower back, squeezing me as tightly as possible.

The kiss was a little bit lazy but at the same time he didn’t fail to show me through his body language that he missed me and that he loved me. His tongue gently messaging mine, as if he was rediscovering everything all over again. My hands were on his hair, pulling at it softly, after all, I’m actually tired, making him whimper softly, nipping at my bottom lip, only to kiss me again. I just loved him so much, everything about him, and having this all over again just feels to surreal.

He parted away placing light feathered kisses on my lips and all over my face, making me giggle lightly and close my eyes, lazily smiling at him. He chuckled and kissed my forehead, holding my head against his chest as his other hand traced random shapes on my back under my (his) hoodie.

“Sleep, baby” he said barely louder than a whisper.

“M’kay” I said nuzzling my face on his collarbone and placing a kiss on there.

“Goodnight, sleep well, my love”

“Goodnight, Shawnie boy” I mumbled against his warm skin, finally drifting of to sleep.

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On the next morning, we woke up and I needed to head to the office to get somethings sorted out before the 24th to be actually able to enjoy Christmas at Shawn’s parents. So I had a nice lunch with him, telling my boss I was going to be a little bit late and I was going to compensate that when I left, which she was fine with it since I was not even supposed to work today.

Arriving at work, things were catastrophic. I dropped my stuff on my office and started fixing every possible mistake I could have found. A few hours later, I sat down at the office, confirming the reservations I had at Shawn’s favorite restaurant and looked at the clock, noticing I still had two hours till I had to leave to meet him at home, so I just started working again. I was so caught up in what I was doing that I didn’t even noticed someone standing at my door.

“Babe?” Shawn called with made me turn around to face him.

“Hey, baby, what are you doing here? Wait, I’m almost done and then we can go to that restaurant I promised you and...” that’s when I looked at the wall and saw that my clock was still showing the same time I saw hours ago “shit!” I said going through my stuff only to find my phone dead.

“What’s wrong?” He asked stepping closer.

“What time is it?”

“Almost nine, that’s why I’m here, I got worried and you didn’t reply to my message from hour ago or my phone calls, so since there was a storm coming I got worried that something happened, I’m sorry tough, you’re still busy, right?”

“Oh my god, Shawn” I said covering my face with my hands.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He said kneeling in front of me.

“I... I...”

“Shh, breathe, honey” he said kissing the back of my hands “it’s okay, just breathe and then you can tell me” he said and I did it, trying to organize my thoughts.

“I had reservations for your favorite restaurant, but I got so caught up on work that I didn’t even noticed my phone died and that my clock stopped, and the reservations were until nine, we can’t get there in five minutes, it’s impossible, I’m so sorry I’m such a mess, God, Shawn, I’m so so so sorry, baby, I just wanted to take care of you, I didn’t even need to be here today, I just...”

“I know, you wanted to be free till New Year’s Eve and also to be free from problems during the Christmas days, I know, and it’s okay, it happens a lot with me, you know how caught up I can get, it’s okay, we can order in”

“Or I can cook for you!”

“Honey, you’re tired, we can order from that Japanese place you like so much”

“No, stop thinking about pleasing me, you choose!”

“I’m choosing that place, baby” he said kissing my forehead as he got up “I like there too and you deserve it, now let’s go home”

“Okay” I said completely defeated and getting up to grab my stuff.

“Don’t do that, don’t blame yourself, it’s really okay, I don’t mind, we can go there any other day you want, I just want to be with you wherever you want”

“Okay” I said sighing and heading outside the office with him, going straight to his car as he did the same, too cold to waist any time outside.

“We can eat sushi while watching whatever you want”

“Harry Potter”

“Seriously?”

“What? You picked my favorite restaurant, I’m picking your favorite movies”

“Well, I can’t argue with that” he said placing his hand with his palm up on my thigh, so I locked my fingers with his.

“I know” I said with a smirk on my lips, making him chuckle.

“What are we doing tomorrow?”

“We can bake cookies to take to you parents house”

“What else?”

“We can cuddle”

“Nice”

“And maybe, when we get back on the 25th we can go see the lights”

“Perfect” he said kissing my knuckles and parking at home.

And we spent the rest of the night in, tangled in each other and soft blankets, eating sushi, drinking wine and watching movies. Also eventually making out or making fun of each other.

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“Baby!”

“What, honey?”

“You can’t do this!”

“Why?”

“Shawn!”

“They’re so cute”

“That’s not Christmas!”

“And?”

“You were supposed to decorate the Christmas cookie, not Harry Potter themed cookies” I said trying my best not to laugh at the Santa shaped cookies being decorated to fit the Harry Potter characters.

“But they are a lot nicer and more unique”

“Baby?”

“What?”

“Nothing, I just feel like, I don’t know, pull all my hair out when I’m around”

“And that’s bad because...?”

“Do I need to answer?”

“Doesn’t that mean you’re madly in love with me?”

“Well, can be too”

“See?”

“Okay, Mendes, but can you do Christmas themed as well?”

“I can do a few, even though they are boring”

“Thank you, baby” I said kissing his cheek, pulling a sweet smile out of him as he was focusing on decorating again.

Just like that my phone vibrated on the table, so I picked it up and unlocked it, there were a few useless notifications, a message from Karen saying for us to be careful on the roads and not to go if it’s too dangerous, a weather notification telling about a heavy snow storm coming, which was unusual and a text from my sister, that I haven’t talked to in years saying that I should call her. But at the end I chose to ignore her, if it was important she would call me.

“Shawnie?”

“What, honey?”

“There’s a storm coming, and your mom told us to not go if the weather is too bad, what time do you want to leave to make sure we can really go?”

“At six?”

“That’s good, are your things ready?”

“Yeah, they’re packed beside yours”

“Thank you” I said wrapping my arms around his middle as he kept adding ‘personality’ -according to him- to each cookie.

“For packing my own stuff like an adult?” He asked chuckling and kissing my hair.

“No, you idiot” I said smacking his bicep lightly while chuckling “for being you, for doing everything you do and for being with me, I’m luckiest person on the planet”

“Oh honey, that’s not true” he said letting go of the decoration itens to hug me “I just do all this stuff because I love you and I always want to be you’re everything”

“You are, Shawn, you are”

“I’m going to keep trying to be that forever”

“You already are, dummy” I said kissing his shoulder, which was what I could reach.

“Okay, baby, I...” he was cut by my phone ringing.

“You?”

“Pick it up, I’ll tell you later” he said kissing my temple and grabbed the phone to answer.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?”

“What do you want, Jennifer?” I asked and Shawn’s eyes got wide when I mentioned my sister’s name.

“Are you still in Toronto?”

“Why?”

“I need your help”

“My help? You don’t talk to me in years and now you want my help?”

“Please, it’s important”

“Call your parents, oh wait, you don’t talk to them either”

“Y/N, I’m pregnant”

“Do you still live with him?”

“No, but I’m still at the same house”

“I’m on my way”

“Thank you”

“Whatever, Jennifer” I said hanging up.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Jennifer is pregnant and alone, since her sugar daddy or whatever left her for someone younger last week”

“Do you want me to go with you or you need anything?”

“No, I’m just going to check on her and try to put some sense into her head, it’ll be real quick, we need to leave in two hours at max”

“Darling, this is important, she’s your sister, take as much time as you need”

“She might be my sister, but when I needed her the most, she turned her back to me and ran away with that dude, she doesn’t care about me, she’s just desperate right now”

“I know, baby, I know she messed up pretty badly” he said kissing my forehead “but she might change, and I don’t want you to regret this decision later, don’t rush, it’s okay, we can still go if the snow is not too heavy, and if we can’t...”

“Don’t, we are going, I can’t keep you away from your parents on Christmas, I’m going to make it on time”

“Okay, whatever you need, honey, I’ll be here decorating Harry Potter cookies”

“It’s Christmas cookies!”

“Whatever you say, babygirl”

“Shawn!”

“Yes?”

“It’s Christmas Eve, not Harry Potter day”

“I know, but they look better as wizards” he said and I only rolled my eyes.

“Shawn?”

“Don’t you have a sister to save right now?”

“I do, I just wanted to say that I love you, even though you are making Harry Potter cookies on Christmas”

“I love you too, Y/N, even though you think Santa’s face on a cookie is better than Edwiges’”

“See you later” I said grabbing my purse and my coat and headed out the door.

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Arriving at my sister’s mansion she was a mess.

Jennifer was always the golden child. She was the pretty one who new how to do a perfect cat eye at age 12, she was the first one to have a boyfriend, but not any boyfriend, the high school prom king and quarterback who looked like a Calvin Klein model. She was also the one who became a model and Instagramer or whatever and people knew for her beauty. But what they didn’t see was how greedy she was and how much she wanted to get married to someone important rather than someone she actually loved. And that only got worse as she grew up.

So when Jen met a CEO in one of the parties she attended, she became a bitch. She would only dress in expensive as hell outfits, go wild partying and becoming a bitch my parents started worrying, but they kept saying it was just a phase. But I was the one who felt it the most, she was my best friend. So when she showed up at home, with the CEO, who was a jerk, saying to everyone she was leaving to actually have a decent life with the love of her life, that broke my parents’ heart. And she stopped calling and actually acted like we never existed.

So actually arriving at the house and seeing her with no makeup, puffy and red eyes, hair a mess and no nail polish was weird. But having her looking at me like I was her salvation was completely odd.

She didn’t try to hug me or whatever, she just smiled at me and kept the space between us there, afraid to being left again I guess. Something she’s really good at, besides looks and stuff, is reading people and knowing how to engage with them, I guess that really helped her become what she is now. We just sat on the couch and that’s when I first saw her actually break in front of me, and that hurt more than I imagined it would.

Their relationship was actually kind of genuine in some aspects, she actually fell for him after a while and he was obviously enchanted by her presence, so they were actually happy. But they were going through a phase and she said she was really mean to him thinking that would make him do what she wanted him to, but he left for a trip with his secretary and told her to chill, that in a week and a half he would be back. But now she’s pregnant.

I tried my best to comfort her but I couldn’t do much, I don’t even know him. But at the end, she was able to see the bright side and actually start laughing. I tried telling her to go to our parents, but she insisted she wasn’t ready.

“You can stay here with me”

“I actually can’t, Jennifer”

“Why? Mom and dad would get it”

“I’m going to my boyfriend’s parents house”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m dating for a while now, Jennifer”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve met him a while after you left, something like four months, we’ve been together ever since, I actually live with him”

“God, it’s been too long”

“Yeah”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done it that way, neither treated you like that, I’m so incredibly sorry, I miss you so much, you’re so important to me”

“Jennifer...”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry”

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you back in my life”

“I... can’t do that, at least not now”

“It’s okay, I can give you all the time in the world”

“Okay” I said sighing.

“So... who’s the lucky guy?”

“Hm, his name is Shawn, his one year older than me”

“Nice, that’s nice, is he good to you?”

“He is, he is fantastic actually, I’m the luckiest girl alive”

“He is the lucky one”

“Hm, don’t think so”

“What does he do for a living?”

“He’s a singer”

“A singer? Is he any good?” She asked and I had to stop myself from laughing.

“Yeah, he’s kind of a superstar”

“Really?”

“Jennifer, he’s Shawn Mendes”

“WHAT?! You’re dating Shawn Mendes?”

“For a few years, yeah”

“Holy shit”

“I told you”

“I can’t believe it”

“It’s true though”

“Oh my... wait, your phone’s ringing, is it him?” Jennifer asked.

“Uh? Yeah” I said while I picked it up “hi, baby”

“Hey, princess, everything okay?”

“Yes, I’m actually going home in a few”

“Don’t rush, it’s okay”

“No, but everything’s fine here”

“Okay, baby, I’m waiting, the cookies look fantastic”

“Oh, I’m sure they do, you’re amazing at decorating Harry Potter themed cookies on Christmas”

“I know, gotta go, mom’s calling, love you”

“Love you too, bye”

“You two are...”

“Don’t”

“Okay, Sorry”

“S’Okay, anyways, I gotta go, he’s waiting”

“Oh, sure, go home to your superstar”

“I am” I said getting up and grabbing my stuff “bye, Jennifer, I’m going away for the night, but tomorrow after lunch I might be back if you need anything”

“Okay, thank you, Y/N, I’m sorry and Thank you for coming, it means the world to me”

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t leave you like this”

“Thank you, sis, merry Christmas”

“Merry Christmas” I said as I left.

                                                          -*-

If one more thing goes wrong I’m freaking out.

Leaving my sister’s house, there was a big accident, which made traffic unbearable and I couldn’t do much about it, other than wait obviously. So I got home an hour later than what I told Shawn I would be, and I couldn’t warn him because my phone died. So when I arrived home, I already had a plan on how we could get to his parents’ place before the storm. But when I walked in and saw him on his Christmas Sweatpants and nothing more my heart sunk in my chest.

“What the hell?! You should be ready! We need to go like now!”

“Hi to you too” Shawn said chuckling “I got worried, you vanished and wouldn’t pick up your phone”

“I’m sorry, there was a really bad car crash”

“Oh, I figured your sister needed more time”

“No, we need to go now if we want to be there”

“Baby, it’s too dangerous to drive now”

“What?”

“I called my mom and explained the situation, she said it was okay and that she would come here to have lunch with us tomorrow if the weather is fine”

“What?” I barely asked, my voice was caught up in my throat.

“Yeah, lets just stay in and relax, I already picked your favorite movie and made dinner... hey, what’s wrong?” He asked coming to hold my face but I took a step back “baby, are you okay?”

“If I’m okay? I’m... I don’t know” I murmured “I... shit, I can’t” I said pacing to our room.

“You can’t what?” He asked before I opened the door to our bedroom.

“I can’t be with you right now”

“Why? Did I do something wrong? Baby... I’m so...”

“Don’t you dare!” his eyes went wide with my harsh tone “that’s the fucking problem, Shawn, you didn’t do anything wrong because you’re fucking perfect. The problem is that I’m a fucking disaster. You literally finally came home after a long tour and I couldn’t do anything I planned to make this the best Christmas we had so far. But I couldn’t pick you up, I had to work, I got late at work and couldn’t take you to your favorite place, I literally spent hours with my sister and I ruined your Christmas Eve celebration with your family because I’m the worst girlfriend on the planet. That’s why I can’t be with you right now, cause I can’t deal with you having to deal with my shit all the time and to swallow the guilt that has been literally eating me up inside, okay? And that’s even worse because you have the biggest lost puppy dog eyes and I just want to punch myself for saying all this to you, specially today, and I’m so terribly, immensely, completely, fucking sorry”

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” I sighed whipping my face with the back of my hand. I didn’t even know I was crying until now.

“You’re not a disaster, all that happened wasn’t your fault and I didn’t care about any of them, baby, you’re perfect, and being with you is better than going to fancy dinners and stuff, eating our weights in sushi is way better”

“But...”

“No buts, it’s the truth. I’m sorry not everything went according to plan, but this is still the best Christmas”

“But everything went wrong”

“No, you’re fine, we cuddled a lot, your work is fine, you got back with your sister, you’re going to be an aunt, you’re with me and that’s all I need, nothing went wrong, they just didn’t go according to your plans, but everything’s perfect” he said gently cupping my cheeks and leaning in to kiss my tear stained cheeks “I love you and that’s all that matters to me right now”

“I love you too, Shawn”

“Good, now turn around, change into your Christmas onesie and come watch Star Wars with me” he said smacking my butt cheek playfully as I turned to enter the room.

When I opened the door my heart stopped.

There were rose petals everywhere, a bunch of candles lit up and a bunch of roses on the bed. But I felt like dying when I turned around to ask what was going on and found Shawn in one knee holding a little velvet box.

“Baby, we’ve met a few years ago in a market at two a.m., I needed some alone time and so did you, me for work reasons and you for family issues. The moment I saw you, carefully picking wine with you hair in a messy bun and wearing only an oversized hoodie I knew I was long gone. We’ve been through a lot due to my crazy life and and even crazier fans, but you’re been there for me every single time I needed you, and I’m so grateful for that. My whole family loves you, and don’t you worry, I never planned on going there, I wanted to be with you and only you, I guess fate decided to help” he added with a little chuckle “I’ve been planning on doing this for a while now, but I’ve never got the guts to. But today, when we were talking about my fantastic cookies I knew for sure I couldn’t wait another day, I needed to grab this ring here from the bottom of one of my guitar cases and go down on my knee for you, cause you are my everything and even more. I couldn’t do anything without you. Remember earlier today when you told me you were the luckiest girl in the world to have me?” He asked and I couldn’t even think straight anymore, so I just nodded “Well, you are incredibly wrong about that. I’m the luckiest human being alive to have you here with me, and I truly couldn’t care last if things didn’t go as planned, you’re all I need and all I’ll ever want for Christmas. So, Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?” He finally asked opening the box only to reveal the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.

I couldn’t even reply, I just fell on my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck nodding, placing my head on the crook of his neck.

“Yes, a million times yes” I whispered feeling his arms holding my tight against his torso, feeling his muscles relax under my touch “I love you so so so so much, Shawn, you have no idea”

“I do, cause I love you more, dummy” he said between giggles, kissing my hair.

I grabbed his face between my hands and kisses him with every cell in my body, grabbing his perfect locks with my hands to make sure he was never going away. He couldn’t stop giggling like a boy as he kissed me, grabbing me by my waist to pull me impossibly closer.

“I love you so much”

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A few hours and sushis later, I was wrapped up on Shawn in bed, with the Star Wars 6 playing on the background as we kept smiling like idiots as we lazily made out eventually. Our fingers were laced together and he kept twisting the ring on my finger, not believing it. We obviously had to call his parents and also mine, I even texted my sister. This was the best Christmas after all. He’s all I want for Christmas.

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Christmas Pretenders

by larryatendoftheday

When Niall convinced Louis to come home with him for the holidays as his fake boyfriend, he never expected he'd run into the loveliest man he'd ever seen.

Or, twist on the fake-dating for the holidays fic, where the real love interest is the fake-boyfriend's best friend.

Words: 4199, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Shawn Mendes

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Niall Horan & Louis Tomlinson Friendship, Christmas, Fluff, Baker Harry Styles, Minor Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes, Harry thinks Louis is cheating at first, Flirting, Making Out, Harry Styles Likes Puns

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[mendesstories]

Season of Firsts

Summary- It’s the season of new beginnings around the new Mendes household.

Word Count- 1035

taglist: @mendesficsxbombay (lemme know if you’d like to be added!)

a/n- Just a lil something short and sweet for the season! Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season!

From chummy get-togethers with the extended family to breaking in with new traditions of their own, it’s been a season of “firsts” around the new Mendes household.

It was their first Christmas as a married couple and the first one in this new home as well. They’d been at it for hours settling things around and decorating for Christmas.

The intoxicating aroma of the clove-studded orange candle she lit up brightens up the long winter night. They were far too late at setting up their Christmas tree but she was adamant that they do it at their own pace but do it beautifully the way she’d dreamed of for years and he was adamant that she got to be happy.

He’s humming along to  ‘Feliz Navidad’ playing on the speakers while putting up his share of the ornaments on their fresh and tall tree. She’s sitting on the floor beside him making a little crib. It wasn’t something his family did but it was a tradition to her. A Christmas without a crib, to her, was almost a sin.

She spent a good hour and a half drawing, cutting, finding art supplies in an attempt to recreate the nativity scene as realistically as she could. She borrowed some brown and blue clay from Aaliyah’s school supplies using it to make a small little well. Using old paper she lined the path to the well with small rocks. She went searching three stores to find fairy lights small enough to fit through the star above and to go around the border of the crib.

He’s always admired her patience and dedication when it came to creating art but this time he’s even more wonderstruck looking at the crib come together and he’s not sure why.

Perhaps because when he looks around he realises this is truly their home in all ways. He recalls when they were on the fifth date they drunkenly joked about having a place like this.

While they may have been joking deep down both of them secretly hoped that it would happen one day.

When he looks around he sees his wife creating something that’s important to her. Possibly starting a new tradition. His heart clenches as he imagines her doing this with their children someday. Teaching them about the significance and meaning. Teaching them to love and appreciate all that they have. He hopes they turn out as kind and loving as her.

This is peak romance he thinks

His eyes land on the kitchen counter. He knows he’s all thumbs in the kitchen but he’s still so excited to bake those fresh cookies with her in the morning and hand them to both sets of parents later on, proudly as though he crafted them from scratch.

Finally, after five years Shawn and her don’t have to figure out ways to split time with both families and each other. Come early tomorrow morning they would all be gathered here.

“Did you get the white chocolate and brown sugar?” She asks breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, it’s in the kitchen. Why did we need white chocolate though? Aren’t we making regular cookies in the morning?”

“Yeah we’ll make the regular ones before everyone’s here but Aaliyah asked me if we could bake together. So, I thought we’d do those.”

“That should be fun. I already know she’ll be better at it than me.” He jokes.

He knows the younger Mendes has grown closer to her over the past year and a half as she’s gotten older. He’s glad the two of the most important women in his life have an irrevocable bond.

To be fair, he never thought hosting Christmas would involve so much preparation and he wishes he would have taken some notes from his mum all those years she did it. Nevertheless, he’s excited to see how it all pans out.

He hangs the last ornament and moves to crouch down beside her.

She smiles looking at him her eyes bright with excitement, “I’m almost done here. Does it look alright?”

She turns her attention back to the crib sticking down the last of the lights. He doesn’t reply but she continues to feel his gaze on her.

“What happened, bub?” She asks

A grin takes over his face and suddenly it’s like she doesn’t need a response from him anymore. She knows what he’s imagining and thinking.

The little decorations that they had left have now been put on hold. He stands up and puts his palm out to her.

“May I have this dance with you?” He jokes.

“You may indeed!” She laughs putting her smaller palms into his larger ones.

They slow dance to old Christmas music for what feels like a moment frozen in time. She rests her head against his chest and feels his heart beat faster. He whispers something along the lines of how she still manages to do that to him even after all these years. Now his words make her heart race. She takes a deep breath and all her senses are crowded by him.

With the warmth of his body against hers, the chill Toronto breeze outside can’t faze her. The familiar smell of his detergent. The lingering sweet taste of hot chocolate when he lifts her chin pulling her in for a soft and sweet kiss.

She recalls last Christmas, they were walking through a Christmas Market in Toronto, huddling together in attempts to stay warm. Mulled wine and cookies filled their stomachs while good times and laughter filled both their hearts with love and fondness.

She still remembers his rosy cheeks and loud laugh reverberating through her ears when she told him the story of how one Christmas she accidentally opened her older sisters gift from her fiance. She got so excited about the gift, no one had the heart to tell her it wasn’t meant for her. She only found out a few years later.

The clock strikes midnight. It’s Christmas Day. Nothing else matters to them right now apart from soaking in the happiness they bring into each other’s lives.

It’s 00:02 and it’s already the best Christmas they’ve ever had.  

This is peak romance he knows