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lnfours · 2 years ago

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summer loving (four) ⎸ t.h

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

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

⌙ wc: 3k

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

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

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tom was losing his absolute mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what do you think, tom?”

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

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

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

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

“no one.”

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

“wait, alicia garnett?” your brother asked.

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

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

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

“you’re an ass.”

“it’s true!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you sure?”

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

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

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

your phone buzzed as you got a text from kat.

kat any updates?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n 🙄 goodbye, katarina <3

kat goodbye y/n 🥰

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

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

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

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

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

you nodded, “i know.”

“which, sounds like his problem.”

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

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

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

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

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

he nodded, “you deserve the best.”

you smiled, “thanks, sam.”

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

he was in awe.

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

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

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

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

your cheeks burned as you realized it was tom.

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

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

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

“watch where your eyes wander next time.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you laughed, “it is, actually.”

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

“just yourself.” you smiled.

“okay, i’ll bring a bottle of rosé.”

you smiled, “if you insist.”

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

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

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

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

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

you smiled, “i don’t mind.”

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

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

“see you soon, beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“he’s great, y/n. a 10 in my book.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hey, mate.”

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

tom shook his hand, “tom.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you blushed softly, “me either.”

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

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

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

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

“who’s this?”

you chuckled, “that’s beary.”

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

“i was 4! leave me alone.”

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

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

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

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sunshyni · 1 year ago

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Soda italiana

Jaehyun × Você Gênero: fluffy Contagem de palavras: 886 Notas: isso aqui foi baseado numa experiência verídica KKKK Recentemente descobri que não sei comer massa sem humilhar nove gerações de italianos. E soda italiana, apesar de ser uma bebida simples, é MUITO, MUITO boa! Daí eu já tava meio ablublubé das ideias com “Horizon” então resolvi unir as duas coisas. Avisos: como sempre faço, mostrei esse texto para o meu amor, @dreamwithlost, e pasmem, no dia seguinte ela sonhou com esse cenário KKKK Sonhar com o Jae é como estar no céu, slk 🥵 Os personagens estão na Sicília, na Itália, e eu ouvi muito “Summer of Love” do Shawn Mendes escrevendo isso, no mais, espero que gostem! Boa leitura, docinhos! 💙

Massa nunca foi seu prato preferido – porque embora “macarrão instantâneo” contesse literalmente a palavra “macarrão” no nome, você preferia não considerá-lo pertencente à categoria, claramente o insigne miojo era merecedor de uma categoria exclusiva – todavia em questão de segundos desde que o garçom entregou os pedidos, deixando a mesa sem se esquecer de desejar um “buon appetito” esganiçado, você passou de uma relação inofensiva para um relacionamento do mais genuíno furor, tudo isso porque você não tinha ideia de como se comia macarrão com polidez feito Jaehyun, que se alimentava tal qual uma pessoa da nobreza. Afinal de contas, pra que servia aquela colher mesmo?

Você sabia que ele estava falando, a julgar pelo movimento dos lábios que você identificou de esguelha pois seus olhos acompanhavam as mãos hábeis que seguravam os talheres com propriedade. Você se sentia um tanto quanto canhota, ou melhor, um bebê que estava tocando num garfo e colher pela primeira vez na qual os utensílios pareciam servir para qualquer coisa, menos para posicioná-los entre os dedos; numa perspectiva mais gentil consigo mesma, você era a Ariel, dessa forma não seria um completo espanto se você conduzisse o pequeno talher até os cabelos ensopados.

Jaehyun comprovou sua imersão nos seus próprios pensamentos condenatórios ao deslizar o singelo enfeite de flores do centro da mesa para o lado a fim de espiar seu prato intocado, como você não fez menção de levantar os olhos na direção das íris escuras, Jaehyun te chamou gentilmente.

E quando o fitou teve vontade de agradecer aquele mecanismo de defesa da pele chamado “bronzeamento”, o sol de Sicília era intenso e tórrido, mais do que suficiente para tornar as bochechas do Jeong purpúreas feito pedras de rubi e os lábios um tanto ressequidos, deixando-o com uma aparência ébria deliciosamente atraente, te roubando todo o juízo. O fato dele estar com as mechas úmidas caindo-lhe no rosto e a camisa ligeiramente aberta apenas piorava sua capacidade de pensar diligentemente, Jaehyun sabia a receita de como transformar seu cérebro num mingau cremoso de cor e salteado, foi por isso que você bebericou a soda italiana de framboesa numa tentativa de recuperar seus pensamentos liquefeitos, gostou da forma que as bolinhas da água com gás estouravam na língua como espumante, molhando-lhe a garganta.

— Yoonoh... — Você choramingou baixinho, saindo da bolha imaginária para finalmente presentear Jae com alguma reação que não fosse a total indiferença involuntária. Com frustração, você contemplou a água azul-turquesa límpida do mar Mediterrâneo que envolvia a região sul da ilha, o céu começando a adquirir um tom avermelhado, mesclando-se com o lilás das nuvens.

— Que foi? Você não gosta? — Seu namorado questionou, expressando confusão íntima, tentando falhamente identificar o que existia de errado com a refeição, dado que você nem encostara no prato e olhava para ele como se estivesse envenenado — Eu deveria ter te levado numa pizzaria, aqui eles te servem uma pizza inteira, não só uma fatia.

— Não é isso — Afundou a folhinha de hortelã que decorava sua bebida rosada com o canudo de inox — Não sei fazer o lance da colher.

— Lance da colher? — Jaehyun devolveu a pergunta, as covinhas lutando para não aparecerem nas bochechas rosáceas, tanto que ele até comprimiu os lábios para não rir, contudo lá estavam elas, realçando sua face um tantinho mais.

— Eu... — Você afastou a porcelana ainda quente, cruzando os braços sobre o tampo da mesa e inclinando-se um bocado para alcançá-lo do outro lado da mesa. Devagar, você admitiu num sibilo — Acho que desaprendi a usar talheres e eu não tô afim de enfurecer italianos de carteirinha, por mio Dio. Então, será que você poderia...

Yoonoh nem esperou você terminar sua sentença para posicionar a cadeira ao seu lado e afastar uma mecha de cabelo solto com a pontinha do indicador, ajeitando-a atrás da orelha, só então ele se permitiu abrir um sorriso esplêndido na boca perfeita.

— Eu devia ter uns cinco anos quando comi espaguete pela primeira vez num restaurante — Ele pegou emprestado o seu garfo, começando a enrolar a massa com o auxílio das extremidades do prato, os olhos dele estavam concentrados no movimento espiral que fazia com o utensílio, todavia os seus não conseguiam parar de acompanhar cada mínimo detalhe do homem a sua frente, desde os lábios meio curvados enquanto articulava, até a clavícula um tanto exposta graças aos botões fora de suas casas — Molho de tomate espirrou para todas as direções, parecia cena de crime.

Você sorriu pequeno, achando graça quando ele pôs o garfo com cuidado na sua boca, te alimentando, no mesmo instante você cobriu o rosto com a palma da mão à medida que testemunhava uma plena explosão de sabores e o Jeong recostou-se no espaldar da cadeira fechando os olhos envergonhado.

— Vontade de vomitar? — Jaehyun arriscou descerrar um dos olhos, vermelho, dessa vez de embaraço.

— Fofo — Você riu, imitando os passos do seu namorado para fazê-lo desfrutar da massa apetitosa, Jaehyun simplesmente foi incapaz de conter o gemido rouco que deixou seu corpo quando a iguaria quente entrou em contato com a língua morna, você se suavizou, inflada de orgulho pelo seu aprendizado.

— Tá vendo? — Inquiriu Jae, contornando sua cadeira com o braço direito para depositar um beijo casto nos seus lábios aveludados — Nem precisou da colher.

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The One Who Could Break My Heart (Chapter 3)

Chapters 1 + 2

Inspiration: "Trouble" - EXO, "There's Nothing Holding Me Back" - Shawn Mendes, "On My Love" - Zara Larsson & David Guetta

Champion: Ezreal (Pilty!Ez)

Summary: After the many revelations of last night/early this morning, it's time to face the day, face yourself, and have a very important conversation with Ezreal.

Genre: Song-Inspired Fic

Type: A bit angsty (pining), but happy ending. Smuttish (18+ ONLY. Minors DNI.) Fluffy, especially towards the end. (What can I say? I like a happy ending.)

Gender: Comfortable with she/her pronouns? Past parts have been more implied AFAB, but this part not as much? Slight mention of potential future family plans but eh not specific how that could happen.

TW: Mention of nightmare/illusion of reader being harmed. Pining that is resolved. Suggestive stuff.

"Trouble" lyrics in red

"There's Nothing Holding Me Back" lyrics in green

"On My Love" lyrics in pink.

“I’m in trouble.”

As light filters through the linen curtain liners, you slowly start to wake up, getting your bearings straight. You and Ez are tangled together, him sleeping soundly and nuzzling your neck. You can’t help but gently turn your head and kiss his temple before freezing, your startled thoughts quickly waking you completely. No wait I shouldn’t do that…that’s too intimate…I don’t like him like that.

Eventually you gently untangle yourself, smiling softly at his small sleepy protest, and just watch him, thinking about how peaceful he looks. I’m one of the few people who ever sees him this way. I’m one of the few people who can help make him feel like this. God that makes me so happy…wait...wait wait. Wait why does that make me so happy?

It seems like the time has finally come to have a reckoning with yourself. You’re essentially alone with your thoughts and the messages from the emotional part of your mind are loud this morning. You know why it makes you so happy, (Y/N). It’s because you’re in love with him. Stop lying to yourself. You love him as more than just your best friend. You have for a while. You’re in love with Ezreal and you’ve gone and broken your own rule. Admit it.

You realize you’re becoming increasingly tense because of your thoughts. Not wanting to disturb Ez you decide to make a trip to your second favorite place in this large and beautiful home. The library. Reading will help me clear my thoughts and think about this logically, you silently decide. Because fucking hell I think I am in love with him and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to lose his friendship.

You very carefully slide out of bed, away from Ez’s warmth, already missing him, which just adds to the logic of your decision to go to the library. You quickly scribble a note for him on a spare piece of paper and stick it on his nightstand. Then you’re silently off into the slowly brightening house.

You make your way downstairs and quickly follow the well-memorized path to the library and quietly open the door. You’ve been coming to this particular room since you were a kid. It’s a magnificent space, filled from floor to ceiling with books. There’s even multiple floors with fun little ladders and staircases to use to get to the upper ones. It’s a book-lovers dream.

You find a pile of books on the center of the table, all covering the area of Shurima Ez was in, and many of them specifically covering tombs, both discovered and legend. You realize this must be the pile of manuscripts he used as research for his last expedition. You can’t help but wonder if there’s anything in there that explains why Ez specifically saw you in that one trap. You’re alone with these texts, so you might as well look.

You bring the pile of books with you to place on a side table situated next to a plush arm chair. You curl up in the chair with your knees drawn up for you to rest your book on. You select the first book from the top of the pile. It’s an old leather bound journal, a predecessor to the type of journal you know Ezreal takes his notes in. You slowly start flipping through the pages, but it isn’t long before your thoughts completely distract you from your intended task.

Am I sure I want to know the answer? What if it’s nothing? What if the curse just shows a random friend the person entering is close to? I’m going to emotionally hurt myself. And for what? I know what will happen if I tell him. He doesn’t feel the same way. I remember what he said a year and a half ago. He didn’t want any further feelings involved than what our friendship is. Not to mention I told him dating him would drive me absolutely insane. It’s one of the reasons he suggested this arrangement in the first place. If I tell him? All of this will be finished. Certainly no more physical things with him, which is probably for the best at this point because emotions are involved. But now? This friendship has crossed a line that can’t be undone. Fuck, can we even save it? Have I doomed myself to lose my best friend?

As your mind keep racing, everything eventually becomes too much, especially the thought of losing Ezreal as even a friend. That is just unbearable to ponder. You never wanted to push your best friend away, but even with these fears racing through your mind, you know you have to tell him. You've never lied to him before and you won't start now about something so important.

I’ll tell him today, you decide. I just need to go pack up my things so I can leave and save my dignity after what is sure to be a horrifically awkward conversation. You set the book down and put your head in your hands as the worst case scenarios keep flashing through your mind.

Before you can stop yourself, you feel tears start rolling down your cheeks. You try to control your breathing as a lump forms in your throat but your efforts are futile. Eventually a soft sob makes its way out, followed by a louder one and then another until you’re just having a full break down. You sob brokenheartedly into your hands as you realize what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made. You’re sobbing so much that you don’t even hear the library door eventually quietly open behind you.

A warm hand lands on your shoulder and a sleepy voice filled with alarm sounds softly next to you, “(Y/N)?? (Y/N) holy fuck, what happened? Tell me what’s going on, princess. Are you hurt? (Y/N), look at me. Angel, please look at me. What’s going on?? Why are you crying?”

You look to the side where the voice is coming from, meeting the extremely sleepy and very concerned gaze of Ezreal who is kneeling next to your chair. He looks so genuinely worried, which is so uncharacteristic for him, and he’s so gentle as he hugs you close to him. It just makes you cry harder as you cling to his t-shirt. This is what you’re going to lose because your own emotions betrayed your logic.

Ezreal just hugs you tightly and rubs your back until you’ve calmed down significantly. Then he moves another arm chair so it’s next to yours, angles it towards yours, and takes your hand once he sits. “(Y/N)…please tell me what’s going on…” he says as his thumb rubs soothingly over your knuckles.

You sniff and wipe your eyes with a handkerchief he manages to find and give to you. “Ezreal we need to talk. Something’s happened…” you trail off as more tears start streaming down your cheeks and another sob escapes.

He gently squeezes your hand. “(Y/N) please tell me what’s happened. Whatever it is. I want to help, princess, always. Have I done something wrong? You seemed to cry harder when you saw me..if I did something please, please tell me. I’ve never seen you like this before, and that’s saying something because I’ve seen you cry about many things over the time we’ve known each other,” his voice is practically a soft beg as he frets over you. “Are you hurt? Are you sick??” His face pales and he momentarily pauses as it’s clear a thought crosses his mind. “(Y/N), y-you’re not p-pregnant, right? I hope you w-wouldn’t be afraid to tell me if you were, even though t-that would…uh c-certainly be a b-big thing.”

His reaction to the idea brings a wry little smile to your face as you watch him. “No, I’m definitely not pregnant, Ezreal. First of all, you and I are both incredibly careful, and secondly, if I somehow was, I’d never hide that from you. That would be a terrible thing for me to do,” you reassure him softly.

You notice him relax a bit. “Ok, so you’re not pregnant. Then what is it? What has you so upset?” He asks curiously.

“Maybe I should stop and start confessing.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this and I don’t know what to do, Ez,” you let out on a sigh. “You know the eight rules we laid out when we started sleeping together a year and a half ago? Your four and my four?”

He confirms with a nod and a soft “yes I remember.”

“Well…I promised you when we were kids that I’d never lie to you, right? So I should just go ahead and tell you. So…I realized very recently…like extremely recently, that…that I’ve gone and broken my own rule number four…” you admit, your voice getting quieter and quieter as your anxiety grows. You look up at him and bite your lower lip as you wait for him to realize that particular rule is, “No falling in love with each other.”

“Your rule number four,” he whispers more so to himself than to you as he thinks. You can pinpoint his exact moment of realization. He suddenly freezes, his eyes going wide as he looks at you. Besides his wide eyes, you really can’t tell what he’s thinking and it frightens you.

“(Y/N)…your rule number four…” he murmurs slowly, as if making sure he’s not mistaken.

You flinch a little and look down into your lap. “Yup. Somewhere along the line, it seems I’ve fallen in love with you.” You look back up at him and give him a sad little smile. “It’s ok Ez. You don’t have to say anything. I know you don’t feel the same. Why would you? You very clearly said you didn’t want deeper feelings involved than our friendship. I’ve already accepted that. I understand your reasons and I respect them. I think if we end our physical relationship now, I can move on and not lose you completely. My own silly emotions are putting my most treasured friendship at risk and I’ll be completely honest, I’m terrified. I can’t lose having you in my life, Ez. I just can’t. That would kill me,” you know you’re rambling at this point but you can’t help it. Your anxiety over all this is just causing you to word vomit.

Ez comes over and hugs you tightly. “You won’t lose me, (Y/N). First of all, you’ve been my best friend, my partner-in-crime, hell, my person, for almost 20 years. I’m certainly not about to just throw two decades out the window. Secondly, why do you think you know what I’ll say, princess? I’m a different man than I was a year and a half ago. Hell, I’m a far different man than I was two months ago.” He steps back and looks down at you.

You look up at him as your eyes fill with tears again, softly begging, “Ez, please don’t. Don’t do this to me. Don’t give me false hope. I know you’re not cruel. Just tell me no. Tell me no so I can move on. Don’t let me make a fucking fool of myself, Ezreal.”

His voice is gentle, but firm, “(Y/N). Stop. Please stop so I can say what I need to say. You told me what you needed to tell me. Well funny enough, there’s something I need to tell you, too.” He grabs one of the books you were reading and flips to a pre-marked page, quickly scanning it.

Once he finds what he’s looking for, he lays the book on the side table next to you and points to a specific section. “(Y/N) read this page. Please. Especially the third paragraph down. It’s about the curse. It explains why I saw you specifically and not someone else,” he says as he sits back down in the chair next to you.

As you read that page, out of the corner of your eye you see him continue to open other sources to the pages you assume correspond to the Tomb of the Fallen Lovers. You turn your focus on what he wants you to read. The delicate and well-worn page of the ancient journal discusses the different known traps of that specific tomb.

The section he pointed out specifically covers the illusion trap. You focus on the words intently as your curiosity spikes. “Those who enter the tomb will see the one they romantically love most tortured, just as the king saw happen to his beloved queen. Believed to do so in order to most effectively break the will of the person who enters by making it seem like they failed to keep the person in their heart safe.”

You quickly look up at Ezreal. “Ez?” You ask quietly.

Ezreal just nods and pushes the other books in front of you. “Read these too. I’ve marked relevant passages. I know you. You do research. You like sources. You want proof. Here is your academic proof from first and second-hand historical accounts, princess. Read,” he says, using a voice you know very well. It’s a voice he uses in the bedroom often with you. It’s affectionate and gentle, but it’s still undoubtably commanding.

You find yourself almost scrambling to obey him, just as you have the other lovely times in your life he’s used that voice on you. You pull each of the books closer and read where he’s marked. They also say the same thing. You see the person you love the most romantically in the illusion. After finally finishing the last page he marked, you look back up at him with wide eyes, almost trembling a little bit as you still struggle to fully believe what you’ve just read.

You murmur, “You said at Hoskel’s party that it was just a general loved one that people saw. You didn’t mention romantic love. Ez? Is this true?”

He pauses for a moment and then nods. “It is. When I went in, I didn’t think I’d see anyone. A year and a half ago, I told you that I didn’t need deeper feelings in my life beyond what already existed in our friendship. I didn’t think the trap would work on me because I didn’t think I “loved” anyone like that. Then I saw you in that trap and it felt like my heart stopped beating,” he says, pausing to take a breath as if steeling himself to remember what came next.

After a moment, he continues, “The absolute terror that went through me the moment I heard your voice and saw you in that illusion. The fury I felt towards those I saw hurting you in the illusion. The pure anguish I felt when I couldn’t save you…it was as if the world went dark in my eyes. When I told you last night a life without you wasn’t living to me, I meant every single word. I had a glimpse of what that would be and feel like. I was in hell thinking I didn’t have you in my life anymore. I was in the deepest parts of hell until I finally remembered you were still here in Piltover, perfectly safe. I’m not sure I can properly express how fucking relieved I was to realize it was just an illusion. It was like taking a first breath of air after thinking you’re drowning.”

He sighs and runs his hands through his hair before looking into your eyes as he talks, “That’s when I realized I’d been completely lying to myself. Turns out I also broke your rule number four. I’m so in love with you, (Y/N). I’ve just been trying to work up the courage to tell you. Believe it or not, I also didn’t want to fuck up our friendship. Having you in my life means everything to me. I didn’t think you felt the same way. Why would you? A year and a half ago you said dating me would be a one way express ticket to driving yourself insane. The last thing I ever wanted to do was cause you unhappiness. So I just….tried to hide my feelings. Or I suppose I just loved you silently, in the small ways, by doing small things. Taking care of you and trying to make you happy because doing so makes me happy.”

You can’t help but melt at how sincere he looks. Your voice is soft, “Oh Ez…so that’s why you’ve been so sweet lately. Well you do make me very happy. Seeing your sweet side also made me very happy, but it was just all so confusing once I realized I didn’t see you as just a friend anymore.” You reach over and gently cup his cheek, smiling softly at how he eagerly leans into your touch, turning his head and kissing your palm softly.

Your thumb rubs his cheekbone as you muse, “I had my realization at Hoskel’s party last night. It’s why I got so distracted and tensed up while we were dancing. My feet were actually starting to hurt, so I didn’t lie about that, but it was the other realization that made me so physically anxious. I realized I’ve been falling in love with you for a while and that I was well and truly sunk. I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t believe there was any way you felt the same. The very last thing I wanted to do was push you away, but I knew I couldn’t lie to you or not tell you.”

Ez stands and opens his arms for a hug. You gladly jump up from your chair and walk directly into his waiting embrace. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, you nuzzle his neck and let out a happy sniff, a few more tears trickling out.

“I hope those are happy tears I feel, Angel,” he murmurs. He then chuckles softly as he feels you nod. Both of you just stand there, holding each other tightly for a minute as these new revelations sink in for both of you.

Eventually, you have a thought that breaks the idyllic joy of the moment, and you have to voice it. “Ezreal…there’s still stuff we need to talk about,” you murmur quietly. “What are we going to do? We love each other, yes, and that makes me so damn happy. However, your career…you’re gone so often a-and for so l-long. It s-sucks when you’re gone. I miss you so t-terribly, but I’d never ask you to stop exploring and adventuring. It’s your passion. Your drive. You’re so damn good at it. If I asked you to give it up, I fear you’d come to regret me. That’s something I couldn’t bear…”

“I'll pay the price, I'll sacrifice; That's on my love, yeah”

He nods and kisses your cheek. “You’re right baby, this is something we must talk about,” he replies, thinking for just a moment. “How about some compromising? Love is compromise and communication, right? Occasionally you should take some time off and come with me. It’s fun! I won’t make you go into any cursed or trap-filled places. In fact I definitely would rather you didn’t. I want you safe. This way though, you’d at least be there, and it wouldn’t be as terrible for either of us since we’re together. I’m researching some potential smaller expeditions closer by that would be perfect.”

You think for a moment before smiling and nodding, liking the idea. “You know I love history, especially ancient history. I’ve always been jealous you get to see these incredible sites, so it would be amazing if I got the chance to see some myself,” you reply.

He smiles and kisses your forehead before murmuring, “I do know and I’ve always wanted to show them to you and see your face light up as you see the history in front of you. As for my compromise, when I do come home, I’ll stay home longer in between expeditions. Either I’ll stay enough time to match the length of the expedition, or at least 3 months, whichever is longer. I say at least 3 months because believe it or not, it’s really hard to leave you, you know. I hate leaving you. So I may not even want to leave here after 3 months to go travel,” he concedes.

You tighten your arms around him and smile a little. “I’ll certainly do my best to make you not want to go. I hate it when you leave me, even though I know you’re doing incredible things and I’m wildly proud of you. You’re amazing, truly,” you say.

Ez leans forward and kisses your forehead, murmuring against your skin, “This way I’ll have more time with you between expeditions. It’ll also give me more time to better research the locations I’m going. I sometimes wing it more often than I probably should.” You can feel him flinch a little as he admits this to you.

You just let out a teary laugh and nuzzle his cheek. “Fucking hell, Ezreal! Don’t tell me that. That will just make me worry more. I do like these compromises, though. I think traveling together might be fun! Or we’ll kill each other, but hey that’s part of the excitement,” you let out on a giggle. You take a breath before continuing, “and knowing I get more time with you here at home makes me very very happy.”

He smiles. “It makes me very happy too. I’ll also give you a key to the house and tell my uncle you’re welcome to it while I’m here or away. I know you enjoy wearing my clothes because they smell like me, yeah? I might as well give you the chance to steal some whenever you want.” He gently smirks at you.

You blush deeply and hide against his shoulder again as you nod. “Y-yes please. It’s extremely comforting to have something of yours when you’re gone. Are you sure your uncle would be alright with me having a key? I wouldn’t want to be a bother” You look back up and meet his gaze.

“I truly don’t think he’ll have an issue with that. He knows we’re close. He’s always been fond of you since you manage to keep me mostly in line. He likes to say you’ve done ‘a hell of a job protecting this family’s name and reputation.’” Ez’s smirk widens.

You can’t help but giggle. “I certainly try my best to keep you respectable, that’s for sure. But, that sounds good. As long as he doesn’t have an issue with it.” You smile softly at him. “And hey, maybe I could have dinner with him every now and then while you’re away. Or we could have dinner with him when you’re here. As much as the two of you don’t see eye-to-eye, he is your family, Ez, and I do want to get to know him better.”

His eyes soften. “I’ll talk to him about it. I know how important family is to you.”

You nod and softly murmur, “It means so much to me. And it will continue to mean so much to me as I continue into the future.”

Ez smiles and turns ever so slightly pink. “Speaking of the future..this is a long way away, but if, somewhere in the future, we…” his voice trails off and he blushes more, his voice shy as he continues, “..well, i-if our relationship goes to the next step and we e-eventually want to start a f-family of our o-own, I’m h-happy to adjust my e-expedition timelines even more.” He kisses your forehead.

Your eyes widen and you turn bright pink as you process what he says.

He murmurs against your forehead. “I love my parents, and I know they love me. Every day I hope they’ll come home, now more than ever so they can see you, see how you’ve grown up since we were little, and see how much I absolutely adore you. Both of them always liked you, you know, especially my mother. She’d be absolutely thrilled with this development,” he says, grinning.

You kiss his cheek and smile. “All my memories of your parents are fond ones, Ez. They were always so lovely to me.”

He lets out a sigh as he holds you closer. “My one regret, though, is how often and how long they were both gone. How much of my childhood it seems like they missed. I-I want to do things differently when I have a family of my own,” he admits to you. He seems to realize even more what he’s saying and he blushes even more, smiling at you shyly. “I apologize, I’m getting way far ahead of myself. Do you even want kids? It’s alright if you don’t. They’re not a necessity for me. Pets are fine too,” he rushes to add.

You giggle softly and gently peck his lips. “I have been thinking about getting a cat lately. I wouldn’t mind having kids, though, but only if they’re yours, Indiana Jones. I want to see you with a daughter, actually. Especially one with your eyes. I think that would be very cute,” you muse, picturing the adorable scene of future him playing with a little girl who has his golden hair and blue eyes. “But that’s not something we need to rush into. I’m happy to wait a while on that. We have time.”

He nods, his face lit up, before he rests his forehead against yours. “I agree, though I hope any kids we do have get your eyes, not mine. But you’re right. We’re young and we have plenty of time to make that decision if and when we’re ready for it. God I’m just so happy…” he murmurs, and you can hear the genuine joy in his voice. “(Y/N), I’m going to kiss you now. Like really kiss you. Is that alright?

You beam as you already start to pull him closer. “Of course, Ez…please do,” you murmur back happily.

You thread your hands in his hair as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him. Before you know it, he’s kissing you completely breathless. His lips are fervent and his kiss is filled with so much emotion that once again, he has your legs going a little weak. He’s quite talented at making them do that at this point. You kiss him back in kind. Your lips move slowly against one another’s and it’s not until a few long moment later that you pull away slightly in order to catch your breath and slow your racing heart.

He rests his forehead against yours and looks you in the eyes as one of his hands moves to lace with one of yours. The love you see in his expression nearly undoes you. His gentle gaze travels over every bit of your face, as if memorizing how you look in this very moment. “God you’re perfect…and I love you so damn much,” he murmurs, his soft voice full of emotion.

You smile, blush, and cup his jaw with your free hand, murmuring back, “And I love you, Ezreal. So very much. So what do you say? Let’s officially end our best friends with benefits arrangement and start an actual relationship? With dates and cheesy shit?”

He grins and nods. “Absolutely, princess. Although let’s be honest with each other, we were sort of already doing dates and cheesy shit, both of us were just in wild denial about it,” he says, a touch of humor coloring his voice.

You smile as you blush even more. “Now that I think about it, you’re right. We were basically a couple in every way but name.” You giggle.

His expression softens as he continues, “Let’s make one thing very clear though,” he gently kisses your forehead. “You’ll always be my very best friend. I just also happen to be very in love with you.”

You smile and murmur, “I couldn’t have worded it better myself.” You sigh and close your eyes. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone in bed this morning…I just…I got overwhelmed and needed to try and sort all of this out in my head.”

Ez kisses you softly. “It’s alright baby, I understand. This is an excellent spot to think in. But now that we’ve figured it all out….please come back to bed with me?”

“You take all my inhibitions. Baby, there’s nothing holding me back.”

You sigh again, this time happily, and let out a breathless giggle as his lips move to start traversing along your jaw and throat. As he does so, his hands grip your hips to keep you close to him.

“You and your ability to turn me into god damn putty. How could I refuse such a lovely and polite request. I’m in love with such a gentleman,” you playfully say. You smirk as you feel his fingers dig into your hips a little bit more.

Before you can even register what’s happening, you’re looking down at Ezreal’s returning smirk as he carries you out of the library.

You let out a gasp and instinctively wraps your legs around his waist, causing his smirk to widen. “Ezreal!” You exclaim on a delighted laugh.

He just chuckles in return. “Do you think anyone will be surprised we’ve gotten together?”

You can’t help but blush. “I don’t think my family will be very surprised, considering their suspicions regarding the hickeys you left on me. What about your uncle? Will he be shocked?”

He grins and shakes his head. “Probably not, to be honest. As I said, he knows we’re close. I’m sure he’s had his own suspicions over the years.”

“I’m curious if other people outside of our families suspect something. Based on Hoskel’s words last night as we were leaving…well it seems like everyone but us knew,” you giggle as you play with his hair.

“They don’t know for sure though. We could have some fun with them,” he says as his expression turns mischievous.

Your eyebrows go up at the suggestion. “You really think we could control the narrative for a while? As soon as there’s a whiff of a rumor, you know they’ll jump on it,” you murmur.

He leans up and nips your jaw before pulling back and grinning at your soft whine. “I know you hate being the center of society’s attention. Why not keep our happiness to ourselves for a little longer? Though I’m not going to deny our relationship if someone asks us directly, of course. I’ll be quite happy to be known as yours.”

You blush happily and kiss his cheek. “So considerate. And I’m very happy being publicly known as yours too. But I do like the idea of keeping things low-key for now. Let’s do it. Let’s cause some eventual chaos for the vultures.”

Ez sets you down on the bed so you’re sitting at the edge, while he’s still standing between your legs. You take the chance to lower your arms and slide your hands back up under his shirt. His head tilts back in a happy sigh.

“‘Cause chaos?’ You weren’t kidding earlier this morning, Angel. I really have corrupted you a little bit,” he chuckles.

You smirk and gently pull his shirt collar down so his face is level with yours. “Only you know how much though.” You wink at him. “After so many years with you, I suppose ‘lady in the streets, freak in the sheets,’ is the energy I’ve been going for. Since you’re the only one who has seen me and will see me in both settings, have I been successful at it?” Your smirk widens as your question causes his eyes to darken.

He lays you back and crawls over you, leaving a trail of kisses random places on the way up. He pauses so his lips are right above yours as he murmurs, “My love, you’ve succeeded at that goal just as you’ve done everything else you’ve set out to do. With excellence.”

Your face lights up as he calls you “my love.”

Ez smiles gently and pecks your lips. “What is it, princess?”

You blush happily as you look up at him. “Say it again. Call me your love again.”

His grin grows. “Do you like pet names, my love? I had no idea.” His voice is dripping with playful sarcasm as he winks back at you.

You laugh and gently swat his shoulder. “Bullshit, Ezreal. You might have started calling me “princess” when we were kids, but you certainly don’t mean it innocently anymore. And you know I know that.”

His grin shifts to a smirk as you talk. “I will neither confirm nor deny I had this knowledge. Do I have permission to call you pet names?”

You lean up and kiss him, murmuring, “Permission enthusiastically granted as long as I may call you more pet names in return.”

He nips your bottom lip before his lips travel to your right ear. His voice is like a low purr as he murmurs, “Absolutely, princess. Call me whatever you want. I just want to be yours.”

You sigh happily and turn your head so you can kiss him, your hands starting to tug his shirt up his back. “When you said come back to bed, handsome, I figured we’d be going to sleep again,” you tease.

“Didn’t you say earlier this morning that I’m your favorite sleep aid? That my methods make you feel the best? What sort of partner would I be if I didn’t make myself useful for you? As I’ve said before, happy to be of service, my princess. Thrilled you could even say. Shall I figure out the proper dosage to help you fall asleep?” he teases back smugly. His calmer voice is very much at odds with his actions as he practically tears his shirt off in his eagerness.

You grin widely at him. “Sounds great to me. Thank goodness I have such a caring boyfriend who is so concerned about me getting the rest I need.” Your voice is very playful as your hands rest on his now-bare chest.

His face lights up brightly as you call him your boyfriend. He leans down again and kisses you hungrily for a moment before pushing back up and grinning down at you.

“Now, Ez, you know I’m a person of science. So tell me, what method are you trying first?” Your eyebrows go up and you bite your lip as you gently start to move a hand down his chest.

Ez leans down and nibbles along your collarbone, causing you to gasp softly. “You know, it is breakfast time…and oh! Looks like I have my favorite meal under me. What a coincidence, hrm?” He murmurs against your skin before looking up at you while one of his hands travels to your thigh and gently traces shapes into the soft skin. He winks, causing your cheeks to go bright red.

It’s amazing how easily he can fluster you. “Well how convenient for you! I believe it’s always nice to really take your time and savor your favorite meal…after you quickly start enjoying it, that is,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Great minds think alike, Angel,” he murmur. He pushes up the shirt of his you’re wearing to expose your stomach so he can lean down and start leaving marks. “So you’re amenable to me having ‘breakfast’ then?”

“Yes, Ezreal. Now, please.” You can definitely hear the impatience in your voice as you gently use your nails to scratch lightly along his scalp. “A preemptive ‘thank you for making me see stars,’ Indiana Jones.”

He leans back up and kisses you deeply again for a moment before smirking and whispering against your lips, “And a preemptive ‘sweet dreams’ for you, my princess.”

Then he starts kissing back down your body and well, let's be honest, it really doesn’t take too long for you to get to enjoy your sweet dreams of him.

EPILOGUE

“If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark; I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright.”

(Five months later)

“Are you ready, princess? We’re almost there,” Ezreal’s soft voice fills the small carriage the two of you are traveling in. Though, unlike the last time you traveled to Councilor Hoskel’s mansion, where you were sat next to him on the bench of the carriage, this time you’re happily settled in a much more preferable position. You’re on Ez’s lap, nuzzling his cheek. He’d just returned from another 2-month-long expedition a couple days ago and both of you just couldn’t get enough of being in each other’s arms again. You're sure everyone is sick of the two of you, but you really can't find two fucks to give. Your favorite person is finally home again.

You gently pull back and smile at him, nodding. “I suppose so,” you say. "Though I'd much rather be a little selfish and have you to myself tonight, if I'm being honest."

Ez tilts his head and smirks widely at you before pecking your lips. "I assure you, the feeling is entirely mutual, baby, but my uncle and your family are coming this time and we promised them we'd attend. I'd rather not have them hunt us down to make sure everything is alright," he murmurs affectionately.

You smile as you think about your family and his uncle. You both told them about your new relationship status first. As predicted, none of them were shocked in the very slightest. The nerve-wracking part was over. Then it was time to have a little fun with everyone else.

The fun part came at the next society event Ez was invited to, a couple weeks after the original event at Hoskel’s. You and him coordinated outfits to match colors, your dress to the vest he wore under his suit jacket. This was just cute, classic, and easy thing to do but boy did tongues wag. You’d been his plus one for years, but the two of you never coordinated colors so precisely before now. The fact you did had rumors flying from the moment you and him stepped into the event space.

A month after that, there was also the much less subtle incident involving a lipstick print on the side of his jaw neither of you realized was there. It obviously matched your lipstick color of choice for the evening. The gossip reporters and photographers had an absolute field day with that one. You’d never felt so mortified, but Ez reassured you, through the power of many cuddles and kisses, that it was completely fine. He reasoned that it just ripped the band aid off letting everyone else know. Besides, he was ecstatic to be widely known as yours.

Thankfully, now you can look back on it and laugh. It was pretty funny in hindsight, and it definitely confirmed everyone’s pretty strong suspicions at that point that the two of you were together. If anything it made things easier since you didn’t have to hide your small moments of public affection with him anymore.

“You know I’ll always be proud to be by your side, right, Indiana Jones? Because I am incredibly proud of you and I love you very much,” you say.

“I know that and I’m very honored to be worthy of your love, (Y/N). I love you too.” Ezreal says, pecking your lips as the carriage slows. “Ready to face your adoring public again, princess?”

You giggle and take his hand, squeezing gently as you wink at him. “Absolutely! With you, Ez, I’m ready to face anything.”

And there we go! The end! I was finally able to sit and finish my edits. Thank you long weekend! And thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! As I mentioned at the end of chapter 2, this probably won't be the end of works in this universe. I'm in Ezreal brainrot at the moment (I blame the heavenscale skin splash arts. Obsessed with how Ez looks for both his regular and prestige skins).😅

#ezreal #ezreal fic #ezreal x reader #ezreal fluff #ezreal smut #ezreal angst #reader insert #league fanfic #lmao love using an ATLA gif for this

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thewulf · 11 months ago

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I HAVE LIKE THE GREATEST IDEA I HAD IN A WHILE!! HEAR ME OUT!

Steve Harrington x Reader based on Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes😩 I used to LOVE that song when i was younger, and now it just reminds me of my boy stevee💙

Ohhh I really like this! I feel like it should be set up as a 3x1 as, "the three times Steve didn't like how your boyfriend treated you and the one time he did something about it"

Just really cute fluffy Steve and some angsty moments with readers rude af boyfriend.

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stormyjisung · 1 year ago

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seventeen's performance unit as certain vibes

"Heartbeat, is coming in so strong

Oh if you don't stop, I'm gonna need a second one"

Members : Jun, Hoshi, Minghao and Chan !

A/n : mid terms are over baby! Decided to restart writing with something abstract, p.s this is how *I* personally see the members, and since I did one for vocal unit I'll do one for the performance unit too hihi.

Jun - "baby you, are bringing out a different kind of me"

bubble tea, spring, laughing till your tummy hurts, skipping down sidewalks, "fallin' all in you" by Shawn Mendes, drunk prank calls, pinky promises, awkward hugs, fingers brushing, staring competitions, doodles, cheek kisses.

Hoshi - "This is the story of how they met"

stealing glances across the room, secret rendezvous, hushed whispers, fairy lights, stars, neon street lights in the rain, broken radios, scribbled words, maroon, "where did the party go" by fall out boy, obnoxious laughter, forehead kisses, passion,

Minghao - "cause what about angels?"

city lights, secluded areas yet full of life, Polaroids, open textbooks askew on a desk, midnight rain, hoodies, exhausted smiles, contentment, planes flying above, paper boats, forget-me-nots, "not about angels" by birdy, tired but lively eyes.

Chan - "I'm in love with you"

daisies, rainbows, howling winds, fluffy blankets, rosy cheeks, bracelets, dancing in the rain, murals, empty skateboarding parks, worn out wallpaper, laying on the floor, the smell of home-cooked meals, "I'm in love with you" by the 1975, grandma's hand sewn quilts

Reblog to show your appreciation!

#🌙. nyx !#sebong fics 🌱#seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt performance unit #junhui imagines #hoshi imagines #the8 imagines #lee chan imagines #svt fanfic

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underpressurerpg · 4 months ago

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RESERVAS DE FACE CLAIM

ACTUALIZACIÓN: 15/08.

01 HRS SAO PAULO, BRASIL

Agostina Goñi —Bunnie

Ahn Bo Hyun—Delta

Alex Mandon Rey—blue

Alicia Bercan—mariposa

Andrea Faccio—Italini

An Yu-jin — Minnt

Annie Schröter —sunflowergalaxy

Anselmo Prestini - Muffin

Anouchka Gauthier—Diosa

Ashley Marie Dickerson—fluffy

Arielle Chartrand—rorie

Bach Buquen —Betty

Bae Jin Young —babyGrl

Barbara Palvin—Frutilla

Belle Delphine —AquaBuyer

Bertug Altan - Dean

Bridget Satterlee—Boo

Camilla Cabello—Patata

Camille Pidoux —Juliette

Camryn Cangas—Samurai

Candella Gallo—Selket

Cha Eun Woo—Tremor

Charlie Schroeder —PHDP

Charleen Weiss — Stardust

Charly Jordan—flameshh

Christian Hogue—Banana

Christian Locke - LondonBoy

Christina Nadin—Killerqueen

Crystal Bellotti - Zai

Choi Soo Bin - Law

Choi Yeon Jun — Marina

Cole Sprouse —snow

Corinna Kopf - buffay

Damian Hardung —Wolf

Damiano David—chaotic

Daniel Illescas— Neon

Darwin Gray—Sunflower

Dasha Taran —Remember

Davide Vavalà —Jaws

Daisy Keech - Kerosene

Dekota Thompson—Caleidoscopio

Deva Cassell—blueberry

Diana Avel—cerise

Drew Baker —Coca-cola

Dove Cameron—Frambuesa

Eduard Torres—Kid

Ella Cervetto—Bloom

Emilia Mernes—Pokemaniaca

Emily Rudd — Nina

Ergi Bardhollari—Rojita

Erand Arifi — Supernova

Ester Expósito —Mermaid

Froy Gutierrez —Sugar

Hailey Bieber—Mía

Hansol Vernon Chwe—tamalito

Hande Erçel - Pez Dorado

Havanna Winter —Fairy

Holly Jai—August

Hwang Hyunjin —bubbletea

Ida Zeille —Lou

Isabel Van Gelder—Betty

Isabelle Matthers—Pink

Jacob Elordi—icequeen

Jacob Rott — Apple

Janis Danner—Triangle

Jang Won-young — Ninin

Jeon Jungkook — euphoria

Joshua Paine —Waves

Josie Lane—Rueth

Jonas Kautenburguer — Stardust

Jung Sungchan —Kaiju

Kate Li —flameshh

Karolis Inokaitis - hana

Kaden Hammond - Leviatán

Kenan Duman—rhcp

Kendall Jenner—vainilla

Kennedy Walsh—chaotic

Kiana Davis — Flora

Kim Mingyu — lalali

Kim Jennie — Harmony

Kim Seok-woo (Rowoon) —crocket

Kim Taehyung (V) —Wotteo

Kit Harington - Cardigan

Kristen Hancher—Frutitas

Lalisa Manoban—Animaloide69

Leah Halton—CopitoLee

Dong-hyuk (Haechan) —KaijuLee

Min-ho (Lee know)—sugarushrush

Lee Felix—tostadita

Liam Fitzgerald — Krampus

Lidia Santana—Antares

Lily Easton—Pimpim

Linuschka — Ritsu

Liza Wdmn—Bloom

Lolalolita—huf

Lorenzo Zurzolo—Sunflower

Loreto Peralta —Red

Louis Darcis—Oblivion

Lucky Blue Smith —Lover

Madison Beer—Abejita

Maggie lindemann — Coliflor

Madisyn Mencha —sweetpea

Maja Kravarusic—Loveme

Mara Lafontan—Maracuyá

Margarida Corceiro —Lou

Marissa Long —Lasso

Matthew Giovanni Laureano —Shibuya

Matthew Noszka — Redemption

Mark Lee—Vermithor

Melisa Döngel — Sunflower

Millie Leer—Chappell

Milana Vino — Mitik

Michael Yerger —Leviathan

Moritz Hau—Mister

Nailea Devora—Betty

Neels Visser—Awesome

Nicha Yontararak (Minnie)—Fanta

Nicole Wallace—cheesecake

Niklas Rueth—Tobby

Nils Kuesel—Copito

Nina Laura—Seasmoke

Ning Yi Zhuo (Ningning)— Disaster

Nolwenn Faijean—loveaffair

Olivia Phillips—Bloom

Omer Nudelman—Arenita

Park Solomon —fairyofshampoo

Paola Cossentino—ivory

Paolo Faccio—Soulmate

Park Wonbin (riize) — sunflower

Rashan MH—Mar

Rob Knighton—Stinson

Romaneinnc—rorie

Ryan Manick—Leprechaun

Sabrina Carpenter—Afterlife

Sara Crumbeleg —Maroon

Sara Fructuoso — Syrax

Saige peterson - Romeo

Seray Öztek—Pandita

Shawn Mendes —Stargazer

Sienna Schmidt—andy04

Sille Staunstrup—Luna

Song Kang—Hammer

Stefan Petrov—Nomando

Sydney Melman—Samurai

Scott Morton — Fae

Taylor Hill —Max

Timothée Chalamet—timburton

Tobias Reuter—Tristeza

Tom Webb - Emociones

Valentina Kumer - loveaffair

Victor Pérez—blue

Vinnie Hacker—Ultimate

Vivian Bernard —Star

Xavier Serrano—Brilliant

Yael Shelbia—Sunfire

Yoo In —Soo—Baby

Yoo Ji-Min (Karina)—Kaiju

Yoon Jeonghan—Versace

Zane Phillips—Piña

Zhang Renlin—garden

#reservas #under pressure

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rinadragomir · 2 years ago

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eeee congrats!!!! 🎉🎊

may i have 🐢 and 🌱? (i trust ur music taste :3)

colors: white,black,light blue,grey

style/aesthetics: snow,angels,soft/fluffy things,space

i hope u have an amazing day~!! <3

Meow☺️🌿☘️🌱

So here's your moodboard ~

And here's your playlist:

To all of you by Syd Matters

Never say never by The Fray

Твои глаза by polnalyubvi

Everybody loves me by OneRepublic

Out of love by Alessia Cara

The violet hour by Sea Wolf

Dream by Shawn Mendes

Rescue me by OneRepublic

Сирена by polnalyubvi

Mr. Brightside by The Killers

Grótti by SKALD

Issues by Julia Michaels

Monsters by Hurricane Bells

Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens

#4.5k celebration

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trilliwarner · 9 months ago

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sweet stress 🍂

pairing: matt sturniolo × f!reader

warnings: a bit angst at the beginning, being stressed, fluffy

author's note: it didn't come out like i wanted to but it's not bad

«can you please don't leave your hair on the wall? how many times have i told you that already?» matt snaps at me, stepping out of the bathroom.

as soon as i hear his voice, i jump back and let the lip balm that i was holding dropping down. i look down and see that it is now spread on the floor. i let out a deep breath and close my eyes, trying to stay as much calm as possible.

i'm not feeling so well these days, and i get emotional very quickly. there are days and days, and today is one of the off ones.

«okay, let's just not-» matt steps closer to me but when he notices my face, he immediately stops talking.

«are you...okay?» he furrows his eyebrows as he tries to make eye contact with me.

«mh mh» i nod my head a couple of times «sorry, it won't happen again. you're right» i try to avoid his gaze. «and sorry also for that...i-i'm gonna clean it up» i kneel down on the floor «just a second...»

«hey, hey» i feel matt bend as well «you don't have to do it now, it's okay. just let me help you, alright?» he takes my hands in his but i quickly remove them.

i take a deep breath and shift behind my ears some strands of my hair. i can feel matt's gaze become more concerned. «it's okay, i'm just tired» i try to stand up but my legs give in and i almost fall.

matt notice it and quickly grabs me from my waist «okay, here you go...» he sits me on the edge of the bed. he bends down in front of me, and i bring my hands to rub my face. «you're definitely not okay, so what's going on?» he puts his hands on my knees.

«i don't know» i mumble the answer into my hands.

«can i see your face, please?»

i huff but slowly remove my hands off of my face, meeting his eyes.

«uh huh» matt makes a small smile «so, could you please tell me what's happening in that pretty head of yours?»

«uhm, i...» i hesitate for a moment and look away from him «i don't know, really. i just feel very stressed out lately» i sigh.

«yeah, i can tell that» matt moves and sits next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders to bring me closer to him. «sorry if i snapped at you before» he puts his chin on my head.

i slightly shake my head «it was nothing» i say back «sorry for the hair on the wall and for the lip balm on the floor. i'll clean all up» i press my lips together.

«yeah...no, no problem» he takes my hand in his and interlocks our fingers together. «you wanna talk about what's bothering you so much?».

i lean my body against matt's. «family stuff» i respond «and school, and anxiety» i sigh deeply «and everything».

i feel matt's free hand through my hair as i talk. «you know i'm here if you wanna talk, right?» he asks me softly.

i slightly nod my head and murmur an 'i know'. i pull away from matt's body to face him «i just need a break sometimes, you know?».

«yeah, i gotcha» he nods his head «but i don't want to see you stressing so much about those stuff» he tilts his head and brings his hands to cup my face. he rubs his fingers on my cheeks.

«i know, but...» i stop for a second «i think too much, like a lot, and then i end up like this» i wrap my hands around matt's wrists and rub them «all messed up».

«listen, okay?» he moves closer «you're okay, alright? you are good. we are good» he places a soft peck on my lips. «no negative thoughts because i know for sure that you can do it, alright? plus, you're not alone, i'm here with you through all of this shit» another soft peck. «i love you, remember?».

i nod my head «i love you» i give matt one more quick and soft kiss on the lips «i love you so much, thank you».

«nah-huh» matt smiles softly «no need to thank me» he rubs his thumb on my bottom lip «i just wanna see you happy».

i smile back at him «you do make me happy, matt» and i kiss him softly.

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo texts #writers on tumblr #spotify #Spotify

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randxmthxughts · 2 years ago

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

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

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

chapter teaser:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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babyshawwn · 5 years ago

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Family

Word count: 3,9k.

MASTERLIST

“Dad, you home?” Shawn yells after unlocking the front door to his parents’ house in Pickering.

You haven’t been back here for a while but as soon as you step through the door, you feel at home. Comfortable and safe.

Their house looks the same, the only thing changed since last time is the newest additions of photos hanging on the wall in their hall. You smile shortly when you see Karen’s favourite picture of Shawn. The one with the Harry Potter shirt, the questionable haircut and braces when he’s around seven years old.

You feel Shawn’s hand slip down your back before he removes his palm to find your hand instead.

“Hey dad, you here?” He yells again, his eyes searching the familiar rooms.

Your eyes catch another photo and you suddenly feel a warmth rushing down your spine as the heat raises in your cheeks. It’s a photo of you.

Just you.

At your graduation, wearing the blue dress Manny went to pick out with you. Karen and your mother offered to come, but since they are both into loads of pink and an insane amount of glitter, you didn’t hesitate when Manny offered taking you instead.

Karen and Manny have plenty of photos with Shawn and you hanging around the house, some with both Shawn, Aaliyah and you as well, but you have never seen a photo of just you here. It allows your heart to grow just a little as another smile spread on your lips.

“I think he’s in the backyard.” Shawn says with a laughter. “Doing ‘gardening’, you know?”

Shawn rolls his eyes and you can’t help but laugh. You are both aware that Manny absolutely hates gardening but it’s the perfect excuse for him to take a little nap or read a book undisturbed.

Shawn leans forward to kiss you, his hand sliding behind your neck. You place your hand on his chest while feeling his heart pound in a steady pace.

“God, you’re shaking.” Shawn mumbles with a small smile on his lips. He places his hand on yours and you feel the heat in your cheeks in the matter of seconds.

“I am a little nervous, I guess.” You shrug, your eyes darting towards the floor.

It’s a lie, though. You are beyond nervous, you’re at the point of a nervous breakdown.

You chew on your bottom lip as you feel another wave of nausea spread to your stomach. Shawn uses his thumb to lift your chin, forcing your unsure eyes to meet his. They are warm and loving and it makes you somewhat calmer.

“Hey.” He tells you, his thumb sliding across your quivering lips. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

You hear the honesty in his words but you have a hard time believing them. You know it’s stupid but you’re afraid of rejection.

“That’s easy for you to say.” You tell Shawn, your head shaking lightly. “He’s your father.”

Shawn’s smile fades a little while he removes a tot of hair from your face and places it behind your ear. He stares at you for a moment, knowing you still have scars on your heart, he can’t possibly mend for you.

He leans down to kiss your lips tenderly causing you to moan softly into his mouth. He allows his forehead to rest against yours, finding your hands to give you a slight embrace. He feels them shake and his heart starts to ache from knowing you’re suffering slightly at the moment.

“I know this is somewhat terrifying for you.” He says with a sigh, his soft eyes watching you carefully. “But there’s nothing to be scared about, okay? My dad loves you, you know that. My mum too.”

“I just… I’m just...” You struggle to find the words to describe your fears. “But what if they someday decide they don’t anymore?” Shawn feels a yank in his heart caused by your question.

“Honey, I-“ He looks you straight in the eyes to make sure you’re listening to him. “I know people in your life have a habit of disappearing. But we won’t ever do that. We won’t walk out on you.”

You feel tears form in your eyes but you refuse to let them win. You nod at Shawn, shutting your eyes while taking a few deep breaths. You know he’s right but that doesn’t stop you from doubting.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry I’m being dramatic.” You apologise with a stutter.

“No, don’t apologise.” He interrupts, embracing you immediately. “If I had been through what you have, I would question people constantly too.”

You send Shawn a smile while you lower your head to rest on his shoulder. He holds you close and allows you to collect yourself a little. His hands are rubbing your back and he’s planting tender kisses on the top of your hair.

“Thank you, Shawn. For always being so understanding.” You mutter against his chest, swallowing the lump in your dry throat.

“You still want to do it? Because you don’t have to. If it’s not what you want, we don’t have to do it.” Shawn tells you, leaning back to find your eyes.

“No, I want to ask him. It’s what I want.”

“So let’s go talk to him, okay? Everything will be fine.” Shawn says, kissing your forehead softly. “I promise you.”

He holds your hand as you walk through the house, entering the kitchen and make your way towards the door to the yard. You feel your heart pounding against your chest hard enough for you to feel a slight ache. Your hands are sweaty and you wonder how much Shawn notice from holding the left one.

When you turn around the corner of the house, your eyes catch Manny in his usual chair with his feet on the garden table while reading a book. He doesn’t notice you until Shawn clears his throat with a laughter causing Manny drop his book in a shudder.

“Jesus kids, you startled me.” He laughs while Shawn shakes his head.

“So much for gardening, eh?”

“Please don’t tell your mother.” Manny jokes while getting on his feet.

He goes to hug Shawn tightly before wrapping his arms around your body to give you an embrace as well. He rubs your back friendly like he always does and you feel a warmth grow in your chest.

You’re not too fond of physical contact, mostly because you’ve never been used to it, but Shawn’s entire family sure is. Especially Manny is a hugger and over the years, you have grown to love his fatherly embraces.

“I didn’t know you were coming today.” Manny smiles, his hand padding Shawn’s shoulder. You can tell from his smile that he’s excited to see his son.

“It was spontaneous.” You say with a smile, though you feel your body vibrating with nerves.

“We actually have a thing to ask you.” Shawn says, reaching for a chair to sit down. “Or y/n has something to ask you.” Shawn’s eyes fall on yours and you feel a bundle of knots in your stomach.

“Oh, well then I’m all ears.” Manny smiles while sitting down as well.

As you reach for a chair too, you feel your mouth drying and your tongue tying. It’s going to be harder than you originally thought and now there is no turning back.

Shawn places his hand on your back, giving you small rubs and soft smiles to make you feel somewhat secure. You don’t look at him but you’re thankful for his support.

You open your mouth several times wanting to say something but you always find yourself choking on whatever words you seem to find. Your hands are in your lap, your fingers playing nervously to cope with the stress you’re feeling at the moment.

“We want to talk about some wedding stuff.” Shawn says as he realises you need a little help to begin with.

You watch as Manny turns into a wide smile and you can see the happiness in his eyes almost immediately. You love how excited Shawn’s father seems to get by the thought of Shawn marrying you.

“How is it going? You’re making progress with the planning?”

“Yeah, I think we’re getting close.” Shawn reply, looking to his side to find your eyes. You nod in agreement but you remain silent next to him.

“We talked to the priest last week and we’ve booked the hotel we went to see a couple of days ago.”

“Oh, that was a beautiful place.” Manny interrupts. “I loved the flower theme they had going on.”

“It was beautiful.” You agree, your cheeks feeling like pure fire. “Exactly our taste.”

“Yes, I could picture you two lovebirds getting married there.” Manny nods, taking a sip of his glass of water.

“So the thing we need to ask you about…” Shawn begins, eyes falling to you.

He finds your hand under the table and gives you a slight squeeze. You nod at him while forcing a deep breath into your sore lungs. Manny leans back in his seat, waiting patiently for either of you to speak.

“Well as you know, I don’t have much family. My mum’s kind of in and out and my dad has never really been around.” You stumble over your fragile words, eyes flickering to avoid all contact. “And you know… I’ve really struggled with that during the wedding planning because well… Weddings are supposed to be spend with your family… And-“

The words roll off your tongue but the ache in your heart grows into discomfort, you feel your cheeks heating and suddenly, you’re unsure of what to say.

“You’re doing great, love.” Shawn assures you, his hand sliding to your knee to give you a comforting embrace.

Shawn might not fully understand what it was like growing up without a stable family, without a dad when he’s had the best one he could ever ask for. He doesn’t always get the things that make you insecure and he definitely doesn’t always understand your reaction to some things, but he does, with his while heart, wish for you to feel like a part of the family.

“You know, I’ve felt so welcome in your house. You and Karen have been really good to me since I started dating Shawn and I’m really grateful for that. And I don’t know much about families or how they function but seeing yours really makes me believe in a good family dynamic.”

You’re not sure where you’re going with this or how it will turn out, but the words blur from your mouth without your control. Your eyes flicker to Manny’s and you force down a breath as he sends you a smile.

“And I really want that. I want to be a part of that and I hope to be a part of it when I marry Shawn.”

You can tell Manny wants to speak, but you don’t allow him. You need to get this off your chest as soon as possible and from the way he nods at you, you think he can tell.

“I wanted to ask you, Manny. If maybe you would walk me down the aisle?” You heart stops for a moment. “I don’t have anyone else to do it and I would really like it to be you. You may not be my father but you’re the closest I get to one. It would really mean a lot to me.”

“It would mean a lot to me too, dad.” Shawn joins.

Manny stays silent for what feels like forever while you hold your breath uncomfortably.

Shawn’s hand slips to your knee and he gives you a light embrace to calm you down. It doesn’t work, though. You wonder whether or not it was too much to ask, whether or not you crossed a line or whatever and with those thoughts you feel your throat tighten.

Your stomach is in knots and you are beginning to feel somewhat ill. Your eyes flicker from your fiancés father to the surface of the table in their garden.

And then, to your surprise, you hear a slight sobbing sound across from you. You raise your stare and your eyes fall on Manny.

He’s in tears.

He’s in tears but he’s smiling widely towards you. In those seconds, your heart feel at ease. Shawn’s hand on your knee tighten and without looking towards him, you know tears are forming in his eyes as well.

Manny removes his glasses from his wet face while using his arm to wipe the tears from his cheeks. Shawn can’t hold back his tears and they are now slipping down his flushed cheeks while he witnesses this incredibly special moment between his father and his fiancée.

Manny leans across the table while reaching for your cheeks with both his hands and begins to kiss your forehead while tears continue to fall from his eyes.

“Minha menina, minha doce menina.” Manny says to you.

You are not entirely sure what it means but judging from Shawn’s wide smile, you are certain is something sweet. Manny looks towards Shawn to ask him a question in Portuguese.

“Ela realmente quer que eu ofaça?” Manny ask and Shawn nods.

You weren’t aware Shawn knew enough Portuguese to understand his father’s words. The guy continues to surprise you.

“Give me your hands.” Manny tells you, allowing his hands to slip to the middle of the wooden table. Yours do the same until you reach him and he gives you a warm squeeze.

“I would be absolutely honoured to walk you down the aisle.” You share a moment with Manny while the tears fall uncontrollably from your swollen eyes. Your heart is aching but this time it’s from relief. “Nothing would make me prouder than to give you away to my son. And I am proud you think of me as a father figure.”

With tears in your eyes, you chew on your bottom lip to prevent loud sobs from slipping out. Suddenly, a burden has been lifted from your shoulders and you feel ten ponds lighter. The knots in your stomach seem to disappear with the first deep breath of air you take. Finally, you feel at ease and the pressure on your chest is entirely gone.

It might be stupid to others but since the night Shawn proposed to you, all you could think about was who was going to walk you down the aisle. Your father left when you were five and he never looked back.

You missed out on all those things your entire life, all those moments you’re supposed to share with a father and though you didn’t want to fully admit it, you didn’t want to miss out on a moment as special as that at your wedding.

You had been nervous to ask Manny the question, a complete wreck. Though you have easily grown to be a part of their life, there is always that constant doubt in the back of your mind that maybe these people will turn their back on you. If your biological father didn’t think you are good enough to love, then why would other people think you are.

You turn to face Shawn who’s already starting at you with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes. He pushes back a few wild curls and lets his hand caress your wet cheek. Shawn sees the relief in your eyes and his heart is filled with happiness from the sight.

He knows these last few months of wedding planning have been tough on you. Shawn has his entire family pitching in, coming up with ideas and doing research, tagging along to whatever either of you needed them to.

Sure, your mother had joined once or twice whenever she felt like it but it was never fully the same and Shawn always notice how it breaks your heart just a little more.

“She was scared of asking you, you know?” Shawn tells his father as your eyes shoot him down. He fully decides to ignore your stare.

Manny wrinkles his forehead and lets his eyes fall on you again, a worry looks burning towards you.

“Why would you be scared of that, minha filha?”

You feel a punch in your guts while your hands begin to shake. Shawn notice and he reaches to take your hand in his, his thumb stroking your knuckles.

“You can tell him.” Shawn nods.

Though you hate him for a split second for mentioning this, you know that putting words on your feelings might help handle them better in the future.

You’re unable to hold back the years while your mind wanders to dark places.

“You guys are just really important to me.” You sob, choking on the words through the sentence. “And I’d really like to be a part of a family. Of this family.”

Shawn takes your hand to his mouth and gives you a couple of sweet kisses. You feel the uncomfortable lump in your throat as you struggle to breathe through the tears.

“And I guess I’m really afraid that maybe I’m not enough for you. Maybe I’m not… I don’t know. I don’t want to lose either of you.” You confess, feeling a raising pressure in your heart.

Shawn looks at your fragile expression and his heart sinks to his stomach. His heart begins to hurt because he’s fully aware you have never had a healthy family dynamic to lean on.

He hates that you question yourself because your father left you behind when you were five years old, he hates how you always wonder your worth and think you’re undeserving of love. Shawn hates that you are too scared to trust people fully, fearing they might choose to leave you behind at any point. He hates that you don’t feel secure and that you never had a father figure to lean on.

Shawn knows his father feels the same, they have had plenty of father-son talks about it without your knowledge. Shawn’s hope for when you get married is that you finally feel like you have a family, like you’re a part of a home and that you know in your heart, these people will never leave you.

The tears roll from Shawn’s flushed face as he watches you suffer besides him, he’s too numb to react and therefore, his father steps in.

“Listen to me, kid.” Manny says while handing you a tissue to dry your eyes. “I am so happy that my son is marrying such a strong woman like you. I know you hurt, querida. I know you grief your father on a daily. But you know what? You’re a wonderful and intelligent young woman and you got here all by yourself. You grew up just fine without, I mean look at you.” Manny says and manage to make you smile at his words.

“I don’t want my past to prevent me from having a future. A future with Shawn.” You stutter, wiping tears from your face.

Manny feels a yank in his heart from your honest words, wondering how a father could purposely hurt their daughter in the ways you have been hurt.

“No more beating yourself down, no more thinking you’re not worth good things because you are. You have been a part of this family since the first time Shawn brought you home. You’re as much a daughter to me as Aaliyah. Family isn’t just about sharing blood, family is about love and trust.” Manny tells you, his heart dropping to his guts.

He feels sad even saying these words. Shawn leans closer to your face and plant a kiss on your wet cheek. He buries his nose into your neck while taking a deep breath.

“Family are people who sticks with you. I know you’ve never learnt that, honey. But it’s the people who are there constantly. Through ups and down. People who loves you unconditionally like I love you.” Shawn tells you, pecking to your skin tenderly. You smile at his words.

“And I see how happy you make my son. I know you love him with everything you have. You stand by him and you care for him. Karen and I, we couldn’t have asked for anyone better to welcome into our family. We love you.”

While Shawn is listening to his father talk, he feels beyond lucky to have the parents he does. They have since the first meeting taken you in and acted as if you were their own.

Shawn remembers that when his mother had first learned about your past after meeting your mother one of the days she actually came to pick you up, Karen had given Shawn a hug and told him that whenever you were feeling lonely or when you needed a safe place to turn to, Shawn should bring you here. No matter the day, no matter the time. He had to bring you here because no child deserves to feel alone.

“And I love you guys so much.” You assure Manny with a smile, then you turn to Shawn. “And I love you, Shawn. With everything I have, day in and day out.”

“Likewise.” Shawn mumbles while leaning in to kiss you.

“Thank you, Manny.” You say, raising from the chair to hug him. “I really needed to hear this. I really needed a pep talk.”

Manny wraps your arms around you and hugs you tight.

“It’s what fathers do.” He whispers to you as a warmth spread in your chest. “You’re going to be the most beautiful bride and I can’t wait to walk you down the aisle.”

Shawn hugs his father as well, feeling more blessed than ever to have such wonderful and heartwarming parents.

“We better get going, dad.” Shawn tells him, while reaching for your hand.

“Shawn’s dropping me off at my fitting.” You interrupt with a smile.

“Have you found the dress?” Manny asks excited as his eyes widen.

“I have, it’s beautiful.” You nod with a laughter.

“Send me a picture, okay? I have to colour coordinate.” Manny says with a laughter.

“I will.” You promise him as Shawn yells a goodbye.

You walk through the house to reach the car. Before Shawn opens the door for you, he steps in front of you to meet your eyes.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Shawn whisper in your ear as your smiles grow. Your heart fills with love and it spreads to your bones.

“No, it was perfect.” You tell him, planting a few kisses on his soft lips. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“I’ll do anything for you, wifey.” Shawn laughs as he leans down to kiss you.

“I really can’t wait to marry you.” You tell him, rubbing your nose against his. “Thank you for always standing by my side.”

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be here. Promise.”

All you ever did was look for love to fill the space in your heart and after all these years of being on your own, you finally found what you had been looking for all along.

When you marry Shawn within the next five months, you don’t just get a husband. You get a family, a place to belong, a home.

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mendesblurb · 2 years ago

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His Sanctuary

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~300

Warning ⚠️: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! And yes finally I wrote something 😜

The coffee table was filled with crumpled pieces of paper scattered all over it, a couple of pens, one notepad with scribbled handwriting, and two abandoned cups of now cold beverages. The fireplace was crackling soothingly on the other side of the room, warming up the space.

Across the table were two peacefully sleeping figures in a sweater cuddling up underneath the thick, knitted, fluffy blanket.

Shawn didn’t know what comforted him more at this moment; the warmth of the mid-afternoon sun shining through the window in the living room to the couch or the warm fireplace nearby, or the body heat of your body pressed close against his.

He had just woken up; the nearby sounds that belonged to nature woke him up. He was generally not a big fan of naps, but he was surprised he fell asleep mid-writing lyrics. He didn’t doubt for a second that it was because of the person sleeping with him. The gentle breathing escaping you and warm cuddles compelled him to drift to sleep a little while and abandon any of his pending tasks.

But now, he opted to take this time to relish the moment's beauty a little longer. He took time to notice how the locks of your hair were shining with the help of the sun’s rays as his hand caressed the top of your head, fingers entangling between the strands of your hair. Then his hands naturally fell to your shoulder. Fingers are moving across the skin, savoring the tingling sensation he got through his fingertips, palms clasped your shoulders to pull you closer to him slowly, and head tilted downwards to lean over to kiss your forehead.

It was as if time had stopped before you stirred in your sleep, groaning as you, regrettably, woke too soon from your slumber, “Hmph,” You mumbled as your boyfriend let out a huff from his nose, smiling at you, “Hey, baby,” He whispered gently, swinging his other arm to fall over to your waist gently, “I love you.”

This feels like his safe place; something about being wrapped up in your embrace felt like home somehow.

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parkeraul · 6 years ago

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shawn x reader words: 1.912 warning: fluffy and romantic stuff. blame it on valentine’s day. requested by anon: “can you do a small imagine where shawn is thanking his girlfriend in his acceptance speech but he accidentally says wife instead and after everyone’s freaking out though it’s not true. please and thank you”

your wish is my command

“Shawn Mendes!” The host screams. The audience follows the host, equally excited and clapping their hands to congratulate him. Shawn gets up to fix his suit and then leans down to capture a quick kiss from your lips before walking towards the stage. You can’t help but stand up too, your hands joining the loud applauses as you smile proudly at him. Shawn goes upstairs to greet the host and receive his award. Everyone could sense from afar the happiness taking over his body by his big smile highlighting his little scar placed on his face, his eyes shining bright as the setlights turned at his direction and his cheeks blushing, showing that rosy tone that makes your heart melt every single time. “Wow!” He lets out, totally surprised. “Thank you, guys. Thank you so much!” Shawn says and looks back at the trophy standing on his arm. “It’s amazing to be here tonight, this is incredible! I’d like to dedicate this award to all of my fans, I love you guys so much!” He clears his throat and takes a deep breath while everybody screams once again. “And I’d also like to thank this amazing woman standing in there, my beautiful wife.” Shawn’s free hand points at you as he talks about you with all the love inside his heart. You frown. Instantly. Were your ears failing? Was your mind telling you stuff you actually didn’t hear? The crowd started being louder and louder and the camera captured your confused expression, still giving him the greatest smile you could. “Without her, this would’ve been a lot tougher and I have no words enough to express how grateful I am.” He continued, fixing his curls in pure nervousness. “Thank you!” The host announces the commercial and Shawn steps downstairs to meet you, so you two could leave the ceremony’s room to go to the red carpet for the last time and then to the hotel. “Honey! What was that?” You yelled next to his ear for him to listen better due to the loud sound of the hands clapping. Shawn holds your waist softly with his tattooed arm and kisses your cheek. His unmistakable scent invading your nostrils making you relax against his touch. That was everything you needed. “Crazy, right?” He questioned back at you. “I never thought I’d win this. Thank you for helping me during the whole process.” Shawn grabbed your lips intensely, inviting you to a breathtaking kiss. His tender rosy lips pressed against yours in a sweet way, with love and caution. “I love you.” You were ready to ask him about the “wife” thing when he walked towards the exit door, bringing you with him by still holding your middle. The flashes from the cameras immediately caught your faces. The interviewers begging for him and the fans dying to ask about the same subject taking over your thoughts. You posed for a few clicks with him. He had his award in one hand and his other hand pulling you closer. Those pictures would never look better than this. The two of you smiling, giggling, completely in love and unable to hide it from the world. The staff arrives to carry you to his dressing room while he gives his last interviews for the night. “I need to talk to you.” You said. “No worries, it’s nothing that you should be concerned about.” Shawn agreed, relieved and gave you one last quick kiss before you left. “Shawn Mendes, the man of the night!” The interviewer promptly grabbed his attention. “First: How do you feel about it?” “Man… This is wild!” He vented, laughing at his own words. “I feel grateful. I worked hard for this and I can’t believe this had finally came true. It’s amazing!” “You deserve it, Shawn!” The interviewer greeted. “Now, about that speech…” “Yeah…” Shawn agreed, internally proud of his words. He had thought about it a lot during the past two weeks and he was sure he had chosen the right things to say. “When did you guys get married?” Shawn grimaced. “I thought you’d throw a big ceremony or tell your fans first-“ “We’re not married, man.” Shawn loosened a button of his black shirt. “Where did you get this from?” “Aren’t you?” The interviewer insisted, totally confused. “You just called Y/N ‘wife’ during your speech…” “Oh my God! Did I?” His eyes were now so wide open that they could fly from their orbits at any time. The interviewer agreed and his jaw fell in shocker. ‘Damn!’ Shawn thought to himself. The interview goes all about your relationship, his plans for the future and this night. He left after talking to everyone he could to take some pictures with the fans, insanely questioning about marriage. He tried to explain himself a thousand times without making any bigger mistakes. What a long night. “Can I trust you guys? Can you do this for me?” He asks the fans before parting. His chest felt a big relief when everyone agreed. Some with tears in their eyes, some jumping in happiness and joy. “I love you so much. Thanks for everything!” He sends everyone a kiss and walks to his dressing room. Sitting on his chair, your phone starts buzzing like crazy. Thousands and thousands of mentions on your twitter account. When you were about to check them, the door behind you opened and Shawn entered. “Hi, babe!” He got closer to hold you and kiss you. “Ready to go?” “Yes!” You agreed, handling his bag with his stuff. “Listen, I-“ “Thank you for packing up my things. You’re unbelievable!” He interrupted, grabbing your hand. “The car is waiting for us. I promise you I’ll listen to any word you have to say when we get back to the hotel. I need to talk to you too.” Shawn warned you and you felt a knot growing on your throat. Inside the car, you rested your head against his shoulder and he was rubbing your hair. His leg shaking. Why was he so nervous? The ceremony was over. He had nothing else to worry about. You feared that his anxiety would be probably disturbing him. Your phone kept on buzzing. “@y/n: will you marry me?” “@y/n: Will you marry me??” “@y/n: Will you marry me? Pls?” “@y/n: will you marry me?” Shawn stared at your phone screen and then at your confused face. “What is-“ “I’m sorry, babe.” He kissed the top of your head. “They might be talking about my speech before. Maybe it’s a joke, don’t worry.” Exposing your relationship was so hard at the beginning. You were so afraid that the fandom wouldn’t see you as the woman of his dreams and you worried a lot about showing everyone that yes, yes you’d take care of Shawn as much as he did with you both in sickness and in health. But it became a better situation. The songs he wrote showed the whole world how great you two are together. It was on everyone’s lips how precious the feeling between you both seemed to be. The car arrived and, inside the elevator, Shawn started. “You might be wondering why the hell I called you ‘wife’ before.” “I am!” You agreed. Thank God! You had to talk things over. “I mean, I’m not mad at you or anything. I’m just a little bit confused.” You got those words off your chest. “And I don’t want you to feel like you have to propose like… right now. We’re taking our time.” “You think so?” He asked and you approved. “I like the picture of us married. And you know why?” Shawn pulled you closer and guided you through the hall right after the elevator’s door opened. You had to trust him because he could see the way while all you could see was his mouth telling you: “I see my future with you. And only you.” Stepping carefully but yet awkwardly, he continued. “You have been absurdly incredible to me.” His tone kind of failed. Nervous, he insisted. “I can’t think about a day without you. Without your beautiful smile, lightning up my day… Your beautiful eyes, so bright…” The ‘so’ came out of his lips in a blow as his rosy lips showed you his perfect aligned teeth in the purest smile. Your hands were all over his chest while he held your waist for you not to fall. Caressing your back, he stopped in front of your shared bedroom’s door and ended. “Without your voice, without your encouraging words… I can’t think about a day when I won’t be able to touch your soft skin, your pretty face.” He emphasized the word just for you to never forget how gorgeous you are. “I can’t think about a single day away from you. This is why I called you my wife.” He opened the door behind you. The floor covered with petals, making a trail to the bed, where they were arranged in a heart shape. Your hands instantly covering your mouth as you trembled. What is this? This must be a dream. Big red balloons embellishing the walls with bright christmas-lights invading your sight as you walked in. Candles all around, filling the room with their scent and a bouquet of your favorite flowers standing on your night table. Shawn left his bag and his trophy aside to grab his phone and a little box from his pocket. Getting on one knee, your phone buzzes for the last time. Shawn: Will you marry me? You turn your back to see Shawn kneeled on the floor. His eyes fighting to hold back the tears just like yours. Failing. You let out a whine muffled by your palm and kneeled down to meet him. “I know this is not the most amazing proposal. I didn’t wanna miss the Valentine’s Day,” Shawn justified himself. “But I want you to know that you’re the woman who I wanna spend the rest of my life with. I wanna grow old with you,” His tone breaking as he confessed every feeling burning inside of his heart, which was already missing its beats. “I wanna have kids with you. I wanna make you happier than you make me, if this is even possible!” He giggled and so did you, getting closer and his tattooed hand reached your face, a few centimeters away from his. “I wanna love you everyday and make you the luckiest girl in this world, just like you make me be the luckiest guy in the world. Y/N, will you marry me?” Shawn asked, nearly sobbing due to the strength he was putting on himself to hold back the tears. “Yes.” You said promptly. “Yes.” You said again. “Yes.” Raising your voice, you leaned forwards. “Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” Whispering at first and finishing with a stronger tone, you threw yourself in his arms and kissed him with everything you had. As you touched his cheeks, you felt his tears moistening his angelic face and wiped them away. Your tongues moving in a perfect synchrony, tasting each other with passion as your lips worked hard to express all the sensations running through your veins. Interrupting the kiss to place another one on your hand after inserting the ring on your finger, Shawn glanced at you and both of your hearts fluttering, floating in happiness. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my valentine. Better: my wife!”

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