#shawn mendes soul mate

[welldamnsatoru]

Chapter 7: I like you as a good girl // Shawn Mendes

Chapter 1:https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2:https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Chapter 3:https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166104883601/chapter-3-ill-take-my-chances-shawn-mendes

Chapter 4:https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166172386006/chapter-4-i-want-you-to-want-me-because-im-me

Chapter 5: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166248497496/chapter-5-were-a-perfect-match-shawn-mendes

Chapter 6: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166317428186/chapter-6-how-could-i-have-done-this-to-my

Authors note: I’m so so so so sorry for the wait!!! I’ve been so busy with study that I didn’t have any time to write. But here’s chapter 7 and I’m so so so sorry if I sucks or if there’s any mistakes.

Recap: He doesn’t part from me, instead kisses me harder, sending tremors along every nerve and evoking feelings I had tried to hide from him. I knew it now though. My arrogant, wilful soulmate had stolen a part of my heart, and I didn’t know if I would get it back. 

He pulled back an inch, meeting my dazed look. He bites his bottom lip softly and it draws my attention. I lean in to kiss him again but he lets go of me completely, stepping away. He shakes his head, inching further and further back.

It was like a cold bucket of water had been splashed over me. Realization an icy feeling. I let him leave, his retreating figure heading for the doors, slipping out as the bride and groom enters.

I feel eyes on me and I catch my mother’s gaze. I’m guessing she had seen most of what just happened. I sigh, taking my seat, avoiding the conversation Mum and I were sure to have.

Once again my soulmate had left me alone and confused. I wasn’t going to let him walk away again. No, I was going to prove to him that I could fit into his world just like he could fit into mine.

“Funny seeing you again.” Jeremy tells me yet there’s no trace of humor in his voice. I had made my way back to the South Side club. It was the only place I could think of to find the libertas members. Today seemed to be my lucky day.

Clad in the black hoodie with the white writing above his heart stood Jeremy. The one person who seemed to control Shawn’s actions. He was young, maybe in his late 20′s early 30′s. The dark glint he had in his eye however made him seem like he had seen more things then a 30 year old should have. 

“I want in.” I say breathlessly, my nerves shooting throughout my body. 

“What?” He looks genuinely surprised. Setting the glass of beer down he stands up to look at me. Still in the dress from the wedding, Jeremy scans my body, almost like he couldn’t believe what I was asking. I don’t blame him; I don’t either.

“Your next act of rebellion, I want to help.” We stare at each other, his black eyes meeting my softer gaze. 

Then he smiles. A cold, malicious smile. “We’re refurnishing the west hospital wing. Expect a visitor tomorrow morning, around 4 am.”  

“But that’s where all the babies are kept before they get their timer imprinted.” I feel regret flood through me.

“Exactly.” He laughs and the sound makes me shiver. “Welcome to the club Sunshine.” 

“You ever rode before?” The libertas member asks me. True to his word, Jeremy had sent someone to collect me exactly at 4 am the next morning. The knocking on my patio had almost lead me to believe it was Shawn. When I pulled back my curtains instead of seeing a mop of brown curly hair, dirty blonde hair and sharp blue eyes twinkled back at me.

Tommy was now leading me outside to the block behind my house where a motorbike was parked. 

“No and I didn’t intend to start.” I said, wrapping my arms tighter around my body. He had only giving me a few minutes to change out of my pajamas. The black leggings and grey sweatshirt did little to keep the cold out. 

“Look’s like you’re starting tonight.” He swings his leg over, sitting comfortably on the death machine. I hesitantly follow. “Oh, here by the way. Jeremy wanted you to have it.”

He passes me a black hoodie and I unfold it, the libertas catching the street light. He stares at me until I put it on. He revs the engine and I wrap my arms around his stomach, ignoring the guilt that was swarming me. Kicking the stand up he drives off into the night.

The wind whips though my hair and I tighten my hold, closing my eyes. I can’t help but let my thoughts drift to Shawn. Where was he? Was he even going to be at the hospital tonight? What did Jeremy mean by refurnishing?

The engine cuts off and I look up at the massive glass building. The hospital. Tommy gets off, offering me a hand which I ignore, and leads me towards the building that looms above me. 

He walks around the back of the building, towards the ally and I notice a huddle of people hidden in the shadows. It seems like we’re last to arrive. I don’t say anything nor do I try and meet any of the curious gazes being shot at me. 

“Morning gang, Nice day to cause a little mayhem?” Jeremy’s voice cuts through the whispers and immediately he has everyone’s attention. 

“You all remember the rules. Break in, damage, get out before getting caught.” He scans the crowd of around 20 people. His gaze stops on me.

“We also have a new recruit, little miss sunshine in the middle there.” he grins and I feel my face flush in the dark. He doesn’t give the group a chance to talk, barking out orders and I’m shoved into a group of four, Tommy grabs my arm to pull me out of the way.  

My group starts towards the main entrance to the west wing. Unsure of what to do, I tail behind them. There’s a smash from around the corner and I gulp, my palms becoming sweaty. One of the taller males in my group smashes something through the glass doors in front of us, whatever object that was thrown through seemed to do the trick and the glass shatters. I let the others go first before I tred over the broken glass knowing that there was no coming back from what I’m about to do and what I’ve already done. 

Of course this would happen to me. Somehow I had become lost from my group. One minute I was right behind them and when I stopped to peer through one of the glass panels on a door I turned back to see they were gone. 

Now I silently crept through the deserted hospital, the patient ward located on the east side. Occasionally sounds of glass being smashed and things being toppled over traveled down the hallway but once I got to where I heard the sound, they had already moved on.

An open door catches my attention. Looking into the room, it seemed like a small office. There was a phone on the desk, slightly covered by paperwork that had been thrown around. There was no use in me staying at the west wing anymore, I could ring Steph and ask her to pick me up. I’d rather face my sister then my Mum’s fury.

A hand wraps around my wrist before I’m even inches within grabbing the phone. I’m shoved against the wall, my face squishing against the surface. 

“What are you doing?” A man asks and he tugs back my hood revealing my face. His grip immediately loosens. 

“Y/n?” Judging by the way my heart was doing 360′s in my chest my body knew who it was before I did. 

“That kind of hurt you know.” I drawl, twisting my neck to see him better.

“Sorry Princess, I thought you were going to rat.” Shawn keeps his hold on my wrist, the heat of his hands transferring to my skin.

“Why would I rat when I’m the one doing it?” I say under my breath. Shawn heard me.

“What do you mean ‘I’m the one doing it’.“ Shawn spits, his grip momentarily tightening. I turn so I’m facing him, the ache in my neck easing. 

“I asked to join.” Shawn’s eyes trail along my body, freezing on the symbol above my heart.

“What the fuck have you done?” He whispers, breaking away from me.

“I wanted to show you that I could fit in with your life.” I say, my anger lacing my words.

“Y/n you have no idea what you’ve just done.” Shawn has a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. It was almost like he was scared... scared for me.

“I know that I’ve finally done something that you like to do.” I cross my arms over my chest.

“You can’t get out of this, dammit Y/n! You tag along once you tag along for life.” Shawn shouts, the fear and anger combining to create a lethal combination. 

“What do you mean?” I fall silent. 

“As soon as they see you’ve got no timer on you arm you’re as good as gone. They’ll hurt you to find your soulmate and once they find out it’s me we’re both gone.” Shawn ignores my question.

“I don’t understand.” My eyes are blurring and I can feel the fear stirring in my stomach.

“They’re the libertas Y/n! What did you expect them to do? Let you tag along just for fun? Once they find out the real reason you joined them- because you wanted to impress me or some shit like that they are not going to be impressed.” 

“I just wanted to be more like someone you wanted.” I whisper, my head hanging in shame, stray tears making their way down my cheeks.

“Stop it, damn freaking damn.” Shawn punches the wall beside me and I stifle a gasp. He pulls his hand back and a white powder covers his knuckles. I don’t look at the wall.

“I wanted to be enough for you, I thought that by rebelling with the libertas it would make you want me.” 

“I don’t want you to do things I have to do, I don’t want you to be stuck in this endless cycle of breaking into buildings to break a heap of shit and pray to God that you don’t get caught.”

“But they do it in hope of destroying the soulmate program, and that’s what you want?” I ask hesitantly, confused by Shawn’s random spouts of information.

“Open your eyes Y/n. They do it in hope of one day gaining enough power to overthrow the government. I want to get rid of the permanency of soulmates, we should be allowed to say no.”

“Why are you still with them?” Shawn rolls his eyes and I glare at him, having enough of his attitude. 

“Because you can’t get out. You go once, you go for life.” We don’t say anything, the sound of sirens cut off all our conversation. “We have to get out of here.”

Shawn drags me out the hallway, never letting go of my hand as we run through the building, down the staircase and out the side entrance where his car was parked.

“Stop shoving me.” I hiss at him as he presses me to get inside the car.

“Then hurry up, unless you want a criminal record of course. Take the jacket off as well, I never want to see you in that again.” He slams the door and I take the hoodie off, my heart hammering in my chest.

Shawn quickly shoves the key into the ignition and drives out onto the main road. I hold my breath, waiting for the sirens and flashing lights. Nothing. We were safe.

“Do they know where you live?” Shawn asks me, I stare at his hands that were placed on the steering wheel, the skin a pale yellow in the morning sun.

“Yes.” I say softly. He swears colorfully.

“You’re not going home for the next couple days. Not until this rebellion dies down. Knowing the libertas as well as I do they probably think you sent for the cops since you didn’t keep with the group.”

I nod, rubbing my hands together to get some warmth. Shawn notices and flicks on the heater.

“I want you to know...” Shawn says, clearing his throat and he looks at me, his eyes a warm caramel in the gold light. 

“Yeah?” I prod, feeling my nerves spike.

“I don’t like the bad ass version of you.” He cracks a smile and I fight the grin forming on my face.

“I don’t think I pulled it off very well.”

“You’re much more suited to being a goody-two-shoes.” Shawn teases and I glance at him from under my lashes.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You should. I like you as a good girl.”

I think my heart stopped beating.

[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of my favorite One Direction Meet Cute Fics as requested in this ask. You can find my other fic recs here. Please leave kudos and comments for the writers if you enjoy the fics! Happy reading!

-Larry-

You Make Lovin’ Fun by @homosociallyyours​

(E, 109k, girl direction, cruise ship, silver fox Louis, age difference, strangers to lovers, polyamory Harry/OC, butch/femme, based on a true story, journalist Harry, vacation, Lesbian cruise, NYC, long distance relationship, light angst, masturbation, smut)

Quiet People Have the Loudest Minds by @2tiedships2​

(M, 38k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, mute Louis, sign language, nonverbal communication, strangers to lovers, Lilo friendship, NYC, Broadway musicals, heat, bonding, mates, smut, bottom Louis)

On This Winter's Night by @reminiscingintherain

(T, 27k, Christmas, meet cute, bus, London, baker Harry, comic book shop, fluff)

Far Afield by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(T, 11k, witch Harry, florist Harry, flower shop, Louis is brother of the bride, wedding planning, familiars, spells and enchantments, magical realism, pining, flirting, meet cute, implied smut)

Ever Since by @letsjustsee

(NR, 10k, lost dog, pining, fluff, flirting, strangers to lovers, bed sharing, loneliness)

Omega Shoe Repair by @musketrois​

(NR, 6k, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, photographer Harry, Louis repairs shoes, fluff, meet cute, NYC, Harry pov, no smut)

I'm Tripping Over Your Every Single Move by lookingfortherainbow / @andtheywerebandmates

(T, 6k, uni au, lifeguard Louis, swimmer Harry, pining, disaster gay Harry, embarrassing situations, meet cute, first date, kissing, no smut)

tall stories on the page by @soldouthaz

(T, 5k, famous/not famous au, famous Harry, not famous Louis, meet cute, interview, no smut, fluff)

Porn To Be Wild by @fallinglikethis

(E, 5k, famous/not famous au, famous Harry, not famous Louis, fic writer Louis, library, meet cute, humor, smut)

Won't You Please Come Around by @allwaswell16

(M, 5k, meet cute, Valentine's Day, cat fic, cat thief, neighbors, London, baking, awkward flirting, pov Harry, pining, masturbation)

Sweet like candy by @neondiamond

(G, 4k, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, meet cute, bus, flirting, fluff, no smut)

Meant To Be (Arse First) by @bayousexual​​

(T, 4k, soulmate au, unfortunate soul mark, humor, bums, alcohol, hangovers, meet cute)

Stealing Flowers by @lululawrence

(NR, 4k, strangers to lovers, meet cute, Brooklyn, subway, humor, bets, mutual pining)

so c'mon c'mon (and dance with me baby) by @rockstarlouis / theweightofmywords

(NR, 3k, New Years Eve au, implied cheating (not h/l), meet cute, NYE party, drinking, dancing, tattoo artist Harry, preschool teacher Louis, kissing)

First Dates by @taggiecb

(G, 3k, reality show au, older Harry, older Louis, divorced Harry, first date, blind date, light angst, getting together, meet cute)

Save a Dolphin, Ride a… by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry

(G, 2k, uni au, meet-cute, fluff, Louis is doing a petition about dolphins, Harry is trying to nap under a tree, humor)

an honest mistake by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 2k, neighbors au, meet cute, elevator, embarrassing situation, humor, flirting, fluff, misunderstanding, baker Harry)

more than that by @nouies​

(NR, 1.8k, meet cute, bakery, writer Harry, photographer Louis, France, ambiguous ending)

-Louke-

It’s About A Boy by @missrefridgefreetorator / mynameispiaivy

(M, 14k, Louis/Luke Malak, canon Louis, Vegas, birthday boy Luke, first meeting, sexual tension, dancing, getting together, smut)

-Shiall-

The Words Just Get In The Way by alienharry / @fourdrunksluts

(NR, 5k, Niall/Shawn Mendes, apple orchard au, employee Shawn, customer Niall, meet cute, pining, fluff, humor)

Oh, Pretty Baby by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

(G, 4k, Niall/Shawn Mendes, teacher Shawn, hot dad Niall, kid fic, crush, meet cute, flirting)

-Tomlinshaw-

Can I Have Your Attention, Please? by @lululawrence

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[thatcanadianfangirl]

That Canadian Fangirl’s Masterlist

Welcome to my beloved Masterlist that mostly contains pieces I’ve written back in 2017. Fair warning they’re absolutely treacherous. Nonetheless I still love them because they’re a major part of my writing journey.

Editing my materlist, things might be a little wonky!

Updated : Aug 3rd. ‘24

Currently writing for ✨Cody Christian✨

56 pieces 

110k+ Words

Favourite: October Fall I Cody Christian 

You’re aware that Cody is keeping something from you, but you have no clue what. On a fall weekend date all his secrets are revealed as an old threat of Cody’s is out for your blood.

Cody Christian

One Shots

October Fall I Werewolf AU

Cody plans the perfect autumn day for the both of them, but Cody’s secret life catches up to him and throws them off course. A dangerous enemy is out for blood and Cody will stop at nothing to protect what’s his.

Series

Pawfect Disaster I Veterinarian AU - coming soon

Taking her beloved companion to the vet she’s caught off guard to see her neighbours’s husband filling in for their regular veterinarian. Ever since the gorgeous couple moved in next door she had a thrumming connection with Cody that they’re unable to indulge in. After their new encounter they’re drawn to each other stronger than before. They keep bumping into one another and let their bond thicken until its indistinguishable.

JJ Maybank

Series

Healing Takes Time [Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] (Jade character intro)

Being a Routhledge twin isn’t a walk in the park for Jade, she struggles with her own identity while letting her brother friends in. JJ used to be a good friend when they were kids until one day he stops talking to her and their relationship turns stale. Only until the boy shows up beaten and bruises on the couch and reluctantly lets her patch him up.

Jordan Parrish 

Sheriff’s Daughter{2017}

Mia is the sheriff’s daughter sneaking around with deputy Parrish. She keeps remembering an odd name that used to belonged to someone she loved. Jordan saves her from a dark force trying to wipe her soul and entire being from everything, just like the person she doesn’t remember knowing.

Not Forgotten{2017}

During the five years after her husband, Scott’s death, Jordan had been supporting Blake through it. Over time she fell in love with him and things were starting to set into place again.  

Isaac Lahey 

This Christmas is way better{2016}

Due to Finley’s family negligence she despises everyone’s favourite holiday, Christmas. Isaac rescues it by gifting her with something she could never repay.

CaterPillar{2017}

Isaac gets intrigued by a mute photographer, Bella. A week later she unexpectedly bumps into him and he can’t help but to push himself to her.

Reflection of a puppy dog{2017}

Dawn is struggling with her sister’s passing, Isaac is persistent on makes she’s coping safely. He understands what it means to lose someone close and Dawn’s natural instinct is to push him away.

Our Relationship

His Anchor

The Perfect Piece 

Power Of Mates

Wolf In the Woods

Corey Bryant 

Sickness Dipped In Gold

Anxiety Is A Bitch

Jackson Whittemore 

The Mark One Two

The Future Deal One Two

Sketchbook 

Colours One Two

Peter Hale 

Young Parrish 

Supernatural 

Sam Winchester

Let Me Explain 

Harry Potter Cuddles

It Never Even Started 

Shadowhunters

Jace Wayland 

Our Family One Two

Alec Lightwood

Her Lost parabatai

Covered In Hate

Rune Teacher

The Vampire Diaries 

Jeremy Gilbert 

Unfelt Feelings 

The Weaker One Two Three - Discontinued 

Losing Control

Dylan O’Brien 

Psychopath’s Weakness One Two Three Four Five Six Seven - Discontinued 

Shawn Mendes 

Distance One Two Three Four 

Supernatural X Teen Wolf Cross over 

Jonah Marais

Fallin - Scraped

That One [One] [Two] [Three] [Four] - Hiatus 

Famous [One] [Two] - Discontinued 

Corbyn Besson

Ice Skating

Daniel Seavey 

Complications

Jingle Bells

Zach Herron

Gingerbread

[mavkasilas]

The only thing you can't forget is I love you.

The thought when I write this little thing is, I always think about after the war ends, do Percy will be able to make choices again? 'Cause I think he will get some PTSD and become a pleaser, because of what everyone accused him that every choices he makes lead to a bad situation.

When I almost write to the end, my songs shuffle to Shawn Mendes' 'It'll be okay'. The lyric ' I will love you either way' really touches me very much, I can even imagine the scene where Oliver held Percy in his arm and whisper this into his ears, just to ease all the negative things in his mind.

Percy and Oliver had been always each other friends, room mates, soul mates. They must have been saw each other most fragile moments, that's why no one could ever tear them apart, even if it's the fate itself.

I really almost cry the shit out of me when I write the ending while listening to this song. Every fanfic I wrote for perciver it's also a redemption and consolation for myself. Those are the words I wish someone could say to me, but sadly no one ever say to me. So, I decided tell all these words to my dearest Percy.

"Morning, seems like it's a rough day."

When Percy waddles to the kitchen with his sleepy face, Oliver has already finish preparing the breakfast. He couldn't greet back to Oliver but just sit down and lies his head on the table.

"I think I should really take some days off. This is the 5th time Ms Anderson transfers her works to me. Ollie, I swear-"

"I know, I know. Well, cup of warm tea to ease your tiredness?"

Oliver couldn't say anything but gives Percy a big hug.

"I don't know anything about the works in the department, but I'll always be there for you. You know, right?"

"Yes, I do. For Merlin's, I really miss hearing these words from you."

Percy can't hold his chuckles when Oliver whisper those warm words into his ear. Every time at this moment, Percy always thought about resigning from his job. Yes, he used to obsess about his job in the department but maybe after gone through those shit things, he suddenly feels an urge to stay with Oliver forever.

"If you want it, I can repeat it every day, every hour and every seconds for you."

"I don't want."

"Why?"

"It'll lost its magic power."

Oliver tilts his head with full of curiosity in his eyes.

"How powerful are my words to you? "

"Come on... I'm starving."

Percy tryna pushes away Oliver's face because of shyness.

"Ok, fine."

He gives up cuz he know this man will never let him go until he got the answer from him.

"Those little charms that cast by our greatest Puddlemere's goal keeper are stronger than the patronaus charm."

"Really? Then I'm better than Hermoine?"

"Yes, you are. You even better than Prof. Flitwick. If you didn't turn to be a quidditch player, you might be a threat to him."

"Ok, that's too over. We better stop at Hermoine."

Oliver finally decides to let go of Percy and let him enjoy his breakfast.

"If you wanna take your annual leaves, I think it's great. We can travel the word and visits the place that you like. You know, no. matter what decision you make I'll always be by your side, just make sure remember to inform me ok?"

Oliver Wood, his dearest best friend, roommate, soulmate, and husband although is not a very romantic person, he always found some ways to make Percy cry like crap.

Before Oliver left Percy to do the house chores, he walks back to him again and presses a kiss on Percy's forehead.

Another whisper in Percy's ear by Oliver, but this time it turns his chuckles into teary eyes.

"I'll love you either way, so don't be afraid to make choices for yourself."

-end-

[headfull-ofthoughts]

"Memories I have remind me of you"

- Solitude, Black Sabbath

"'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories, And the memories bring back, memories bring back you"

- Memories, Maroon 5

"Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words, To your old favorite song"

- Red, Taylor Swift

"We made these memories for ourselves"

- Photograph, Ed Sheeran

"Your memory feels like home to me, so whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you"

- Ranata Suzuki

"I hope I'll always have you in my mind, so that I know to find you every time"

- Soul mate, Flora Cash

"You wanna make a memory?You wanna steal a piece of time?"

- Make a memory, Bon Jovi

"All these precious moments, that we carved in stone, are only memories after all"

- Memories, Shawn Mendes

"I'm gonna love you, like nobody loves you, and I'll win your trust, makin' memories of us"

- Keith Urban

"Memories are worse than bullets."

- Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

"Memory is the diary we all carry about with us."

- Oscar Wilde

 "I am made of memories."

- Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

[princecharmingmendes]

Invisible String | Werewolf AU | Raul Mendes

Raul is a werewolf and his mate turned out not only to be human, but his best friend's little sister. And as much as he tried, he could not ignore that invisible string tying her to him.

Hello hello! This is a bit of an experimental thing and I'm really excited about it, I've always been highly interested in everything about alternative universe and fantasy in general, and ever since I received the first ask to write a werewolf piece I've been wanting to do it but also a bit nervous. So hopefully this meets your expectations and you guys like it! Let me know if this was any good and if you guys would like to see something else like this! 

*Word Count: 8K+;

*Warnings: a few curse words, a little angsty (i guess), minor drinking;

*Posted: March 28th, 2021.

                                               -*-

Raul felt like life liked playing sick little tricks on him.

Like the fact that werewolves had a very strict hierarchy and normally it worked nicely. The Alphas are the ones in charge and responsible for keeping the pack safe and in order. Betas normally were kind of the strength of the pack, trained to listen and do whatever the pack needed and physically skilled to fight off anyone. And the Omegas were the glue to all of it, the sweet and naturally more caring ones, and it was an ancient thing that was followed to this day. Until Raul and his twin brothers were all born Alphas. It was hard informing the pack that they’re all going to be the Alphas of their pack. And since normally it was only allowed one wolf to claim that position, it was harder to make older ones respect their decision and actually accept, but at the end of the day, they didn’t have much of a choice. The Alpha genes ran in the Mendes family for generations and thankfully their dynamic was actually great and the triplets formed a great group of wolves. 

And that was just an example of the things Raul blames on fate or whatever for making his like a bit more difficult. But maybe the hardest one was having mated with not only a human, but his Beta’s younger sister. His best friend’s and right hand’s sister, one of the only girls that was off limits had to be his mate. 

And it wasn’t even his choice. Mating is a common thing between werewolves and other creatures, often seen as a blessing, a reason to celebrate. It’s similar to what most people have as a soulmate. It’s two souls that were meant to be together and are deeply connected to the other. Sometimes it’s harder to notice, it can take a few years and sometimes it’s almost instantaneous, and it can’t be undone or ignored. And even though sometimes it can be denied by one of the sides, according to the ones who’ve been through it, it’s an awfully painful experience. Some even go as far as describing having a piece of you being pulled out of your heart. 

It also doesn’t have to be necessarily tied to a romantic relationship, you can simply be friends with them for the rest of your lives, even though it doesn’t happen most of the time. Most of the time it isn’t even something to think about, it just feels natural, you feel whole when you’re around that person, they’re meant to be your other half and normally it just clicks. And when you grow up surrounded by wolves, it’s normally a beautiful connection to witness. Raul always found their parents relationship amazing, and deep down longed for a similar deep relationship with someone, finding his mate and falling in love. He just didn’t expect it to happen the way it did. 

It was over four years ago and he was running a bit late to Mike’s, his best friend, nineteenth birthday he was having at his parents’ house. Raul got caught up sorting through some pack stuff and when he was finally done with it, he was already half an hour late and it was outside their little secluded “neighborhood” in the wooded area. It was a bit far from the town so the wolves wouldn’t have a problem with the humans since their existence was still a secret. Only very few and selected humans knew about them. So it was best for everybody if they built their little community on the woods just beside the town, and keep their presence among humans only when seen necessary. 

Mike’s father, who is a werewolf, fell in love with a human (Mike’s mom) and they decided to move into town to be closer to her job since she was a nurse and needed to be near the hospital in case of an emergency. And when Mike was born a wolf, they decided that he was going to be raised like his dad was in the wolf community and would make his decision in joining it or not when he was older. And he did choose the pack life since it felt more natural to him. But Y/N, his younger sister, was actually born a human and was raised by his parents like any human kid, and she was never taken to their community since she was three years younger than her brother and Mike was very protective over her, not knowing how his pack would treat her or react to her.

So when Raul parked his car right outside the address that was sent to him and ringed the bell, he wasn’t expecting to be met with his mate. But there she was, Y/N stood with the door open as her eyes widened the slightest bit and he was sure he wasn’t breathing. He felt like he was floating and her sweet scent of something like Roses and Strawberries was all he could feel. All his other senses were clouded by her presence just a few inches away from him. He didn’t know how to react or what to say, and for the first time in his life he was completely speechless. Raul was normally a very socially skilled person, he was good at talking to people and reading someone’s expressions like a book, always had a sharp answer at the tip of his tongue and knew what to do at most situations, but Y/N caught him off guard. 

She seemed a bit confused as well. Her mouth slightly a gape as she held to the wooden doorframe.  Y/N was really happy she was finally meeting all of her brother’s friends and getting to know a bit more of this part of his life she was deprived of. And she was a bit shocked to notice how big and strong all of his friends were, specially Shawn and Peter, who Mike explained to be the Alphas. They were also incredibly nice to her, she suspects it was her brother’s doing since every time they would say something or curse, they would always look at Mike first. But when the doorbell rang again, she knew it was Raul, he was the only one missing and they knew he was late due to “pack stuff” as they explained. She felt a bit jittery and basically ran to the door from the spot she was sitting next to it on her phone, wanting to get to know her brother’s best friend for a while now. But she wasn’t prepared to meet him.

Sure, he was identical to his twins, but there was something different about him that hit her hard. Of course, he had more tattoos and a few more piercings, he looked a bit rougher in the edges with his leather jacket and wild golden eyes, but there was something that wasn’t about his appearance that took her breath away. And suddenly she didn’t know what to do, they’re both stuck in their place staring at each other. And even though her mind was screaming at her to stop being awkward, invite him in and actually act like a decent being, Y/N couldn’t move a muscle, and he’s probably thinking she’s an idiot and too polite to invite himself in. And in the middle of her internal turmoil, he regained some self control for the sake of both of them. 

Raul cleared his throat shaking his head a bit “Hi, I’m Raul, you must be Y/N” he said and she swore she melted at the sound of his voice “it’s really nice finally meeting you” 

He offered his hand to her to which she swiftly grabbed, feeling his warmth seeping throughout her palm, his fingers curling around her much smaller ones. He had a beautiful design tattooed on the back of his hand and she got a little lost in it. 

Y/N sighed relief he broke the awkward moment and looked up back at him, trying to control her thoughts “Yeah, that’s me, nice to meet you too, would you like to come in?”

Raul smiled as he let go of her hand a bit reluctantly “sure” was all he said as he stepped in closer to her, being hit with a fresh wave of her sweet scent, forcing him to take a deep breath. 

“The boys are outside in case you’re wondering” she said placing a strand of hair that fell out of her little updo behind her ear.

Raul held back the urge to do it himself “Oh, so they annoyed you into staying in the living room?”

“No no” her eyes almost budged out of their socket “I was just- I was just waiting for you since I knew you were running late and they’re all talking, so I didn’t want to intrude and I-“

“Y/N it’s just a joke” he said through a chuckle as he saw her face flushing ���relax a bit, honey”

Y/N giggled softly as she closed the door “I’m sorry, I-“

“Hey, dude!” Mike called from across the room, making their heads snap towards him “how’s everything back home?”

“All settled” Raul said taking a step closer to his Beta “just arrived actually”

“Oh, so you met my little sister” and even though it seemed like a normal sentence, Raul knew Mike and knew his posture like the back of his hand, he knew this was a reminder of the conversation they had back home about staying away from her.

“Yeah, she opened the door for me” he said and from his peripheral he saw Y/N nodding confirming his line.

“I see, the guys are outside, let’s go grab a burger for you” Mike said patting him on the shoulder and dragging him away from the front door where Y/N seemed to be frozen in place. 

Raul remembers vividly every little second of that night. Remembers how he decided he should keep his distance for the sake of his friendship and for Y/N herself. She was only sixteen when they met and she is human, which means the bond isn’t too strong for her, specially at first glance, and dating a werewolf was hard. He lived far into the woods and didn’t necessarily mingle with people in town, who were probably her friends and she wasn’t raised with his type, so maybe it would be too much for her. And Raul’s sure Mike wouldn’t be happy about it, at least not now where they first met and she’s that young. So he kept his distance, only talking to her when extremely necessary. 

And that was a pattern he kept for the remaining four years of their limited interactions (which he intended keeping that way).  

As older as Y/N got, the closest she got with the pack. She was always close to Mike, but since she was young she wasn’t allowed to walk or drive alone to the community, but as soon as she was old enough she was always around on the weekends and important dates. And she was just lovely, so everyone adored her, always wanting to have her around for monthly movie nights and even going as far as inviting her to spend the night. Raul couldn’t really blame anyone for wanting her around, he did too, but he couldn’t, so he didn’t say a thing about it. And he knew he made her hesitant on accepting those invitations, cause at every attempt she ever made to get closer to him, he shut her off. And he could see Y/N was hurt, but it was for the best. 

He even tried dating someone else for a while  and he noticed Y/N didn’t like it even the tiniest bit. The girl he was dating was a Beta that was temporarily living with them as her pack solved something around the area, and she was nice. But it didn’t last long, she was only staying for a few months, and on the day she left, there was a barbecue in celebration to one of the older wolves and of course Y/N was there. Raul was late since he was taking his ex to the airport, and Y/N didn’t even look at him when he stepped into the little location they were all settled. He found the act odd but didn’t say a word, only walking towards his brother’s and Mike who were laughing probably about something dumb one of them said. Raul spent a few minutes with them, but he kept looking over his shoulder where Y/N was sat, noticing after an hour she was missing and he instantly started trying to find her.

He dismissed his friends as he walked into the pack house, trying to clear his senses to track her in case she was hurt (since she was a bit wobbly on her feet already), but only to be met with her staring at her phone while sitting on the couch with a huge pout set on her lips. Raul was about to turn and leave when Y/N looked up, noticing his presence and he swears his heart stopped at that moment. She had tears filling her eyes and her lips were trembling slightly, a deep frown set on her brows.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be here” she mumbled sniffling softly “I just needed to clear my head a bit”

Raul nodded with softer eyes as he walked closer to her “it’s okay, are you hurt? Are you in pain?”

Y/N shook her head “I honestly don’t know why I’m so upset, I didn’t even drink that much or anything, I just-“ she sighed heavily and looked up at the celling.

“Tired?” Raul offered gently and she nodded her head slowly “want me to drive you home?”

“No, please, just go enjoy the night, isn’t Samantha here?” she said as he sat down beside her, still keeping some distance. 

“We broke up, she left today” was all he said and she looked up at him with wide eyes, but before she could start apologizing, he just pressed his hand to her knee gently “it’s okay, it wasn’t anything serious, no need to apologize, sweetheart” 

“I- okay”

“Still wanna stay?” he pressed gently “I can still take you home”

“No, it’s okay, I was supposed to spend the night anyway” she shrugged.

“Wanna go upstairs and take a nap?” was all he asked and she shook her head. 

“The thing is I was supposed to stay at Stacy’s room tonight, but her boyfriend showed up, so I guess I got the living room” she explained “which is totally okay, and I don’t want to seem ungrateful, I know you don’t like me much, and I don’t want to make things worse” 

And at that his heart shattered “wait, what?”

“Oh no, I really don’t mind, I can call a cab too, I can leave in twenty minutes too, I’m sorry I-“ she started breathing a bit heavily as he picked up her heart racing more than usual.

Raul shook his head, turning on the couch to face her better “No, it’s not that, I’m not mad at you or anything, I just- who said I don’t like you?”

“I- no one” she opened her mouth a few times before closing it until she said something that shattered his heart in a billion pieces “no one, it’s just something I’ve noticed throughout the years”

“What do you mean?”

Y/N sighed deeply as she glanced down at her lap, fidgeting the bracelet she always wore, which Raul caught on a long time ago to be a nervous habit “I know you get uncomfortable when I’m around and Mike told me it was probably something about you not being used to have humans around, and I totally get it, it’s just sometimes it seems like my presence is enough to put you in a sour mood and I don’t think it’s because I’m human or anything, and I shouldn’t be saying this to you, I’m sorry”

Raul took a deep breath as he squeezed her knee gently and seeing her relax a bit at his touch “stop apologizing for everything, you did nothing wrong, sweetheart, well, besides assuming I disliked you”

“Oh” was all she managed out as her brain ran a million mile per hour.

Y/N has had a crush on him for years now, ever since the first time they met. He was the literal description of her type, but the dreamy part ended there. Of course Raul was always polite and never made anything to directly hurt her, but he kept pushing her away and avoiding her like the plague, and maybe it was all in her head, but he didn’t seem like that whenever he was around others. And that did nothing to help her case. She knew nothing would ever happen between them, he made it pretty obvious he wasn’t attracted to her, but she’d like to try and be friends with him but even that didn’t seem to interest him. And it wasn’t his fault, she didn’t even knew the reason as to why she felt the need to have him around, but she just did. So Y/N just lost hope after all the attempts to make him like her, but he was always so distant and it still affected her after all this years. 

In the other hand, Y/N had no idea how hard it was to push her away. Raul was certain she knew exactly what to do to get to his heart, she had to. Every little thing she did made his heart flutter and she was just so good at having people wrapped around her fingers that she made her way through all of his friends lives. He thought they were mates at first glance, her scent was a great clue, but as they got to know each other better, even indirectly, just made him sure of it. Y/N meant much more than what he thought was possible, seeing her stressed over school stuff or sad about whatever reason was enough to put him in panic, not knowing how to keep his distance and stop her from hurting. And all his cold exterior wasn’t necessarily his choice, he knew Mike confessed he hoped his sister would not get with an Alpha, that meant she would have to give up a few things in her life and that would herself in danger for having Raul’s scent all over her. And Mike also told him he would do whatever he could to avoid that to keep her safe.

So he did it for her, to keep her safe from the problems that came along with living in a pack, dating a werewolf and being a human. But it was getting harder, and tonight he decided to ignore it, that she needed him more than she needed to stay away from him. And that’s what pushed him to wrap his fingers around her wrist, making her look up at him

“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” he offered in a lower voice “maybe it will help you clear your head a bit” and Y/N seemed a bit shook, looking up at him with wide eyes and she nodded slowly.

Raul smiled fondly at her as he got up with her following him up the stairs to the little movie room the pack out together for movie nights. They sat down side by side as he offered her to pick something for them, then Raul proceeded to reach for a fluffy blanket that was thrown on the corner of the sofa. When he turned back to her she still looked a bit lost, so he offered to put on a show he knew was her favorite, and she just nodded in response. Y/N was too nervous to do anything wrong that would push him back into being his closed off distant self, and she knew she looked ridiculous all tense and barely breathing by his side. 

Raul noticed her stiffness right away and decided to turn off the lights hoping this would make her relax even a little bit. And as the episode progressed he noticed she was getting more and more loose. An hour later, in the middle of the second episode, he felt her leaning closer to him, probably searching for a bit more warmth, so he lifted his arm to rest on the back of the couch and to make room for her in case she wanted. It only took a couple more minutes for her to be basically leaning most of her weight on him, and when her arm slipped, she fell mostly laying on his chest. And as soon as Y/N was ready to start apologizing, Raul shushed her softly, asking her to relax and pulling the covers up both of their bodies, and so she did.

He didn’t notice he was falling asleep until he woke up many hours later with the sound of voices downstairs from his brothers. Raul looked down at his chest to find Y/N cuddled to him, sound asleep as his arm wrapped around her waist held her still. He took a deep breath and almost chose not to wake her and just go back to sleep, to deal with the stiffness due to the sitting position he held and the consequences of sleeping there with her in the morning. At least until he heard the door cracking open slowly and Shawn’s head popping in. 

“Are you two okay?” his brother whispered as he noticed the girl asleep on the couch, and to that Raul nodded in response, afraid to wake her up “take her upstairs to your room, dude, Mike will find out you like her sooner or later and he’ll deal with it, just don’t let her sleep on the couch”

Raul sighed and nodded. Shawn bid his goodnight and closed the door with a soft click. Peter, Shawn and his mom were the only ones to know about his mating situation, and he liked it better that way. They tried convincing him to tell her at least, but they understood that maybe it wasn’t the right time just yet and let him decide what to do with his feelings. 

So he ended up taking his brothers suggestion and as gently as he could, he rearranged the girl in his arms to he could carry her upstairs to his bedroom. Y/N grumbled softly in protest, nuzzling her face further on his neck as she quieted down. Raul had to stop himself from cooing at her. As he walked out into the bright hallway she mumbled something unintelligible before calling his name.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here, it’s just me” he whispered as they walked into his room, before placing a kiss to her hair, gently lowering her to his mattress. 

Y/N slowly opened her eyes “Raul? I’m sorry, I fell asleep on you” she mumbled quietly. 

“It’s okay, just thought a bed would be a better place for you to sleep other than the couch” he said standing up to his full height and bringing the covers up her body “that’s why I brought you to my room”

“Thank you” she said grabbing his hand and he just nodded at her with a gentle grin on his lips “why are you up?”

“I’m going to crash downstairs on the movie room” he stated caressing the back of her hand with his thumb and she started shaking her hand. 

Her hold on him tightened “No, not a chance, I’m not taking you out of your bed for you to sleep on the couch, please stay here with me, please”

And how could he possibly say no to her looking so sleepy and so sweet?

He breathed a chuckle with a nod “just let me change first, do you need a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt instead of what you’re wearing?”

“Yes please” she murmured feeling a bit embarrassed for making him do all of this for her.

And as if he could read his mind “Don’t look at me as if you’re being a headache, yeah? It’s okay, sweetheart, let me just grab you some clothes” he squeezed her hand before letting go of it in favor of picking up what he promised.

He came back from his closet in only a pair of sweats and a thin white t-shirt, a similar paring folded in his hands for her. She got up to change on his bathroom as he climbed on his bed, trying to contain the excitement of the prospect of having the girl he’s been fond of for over two years, the possible love of his life. Y/N quickly returned in his clothes, following suit and diving under the covers, laying on her side away from him as he stayed on his back, trying to control his breathing after turning off the lights. A few minutes passed and he’s sure she was asleep, the room dark enough so he could only see the silhouette of her body by the faint glow of the moon seeping through his curtains. But then he heard the soft rustle of his sheets as she turned to face him, and he only turned his face on the pillow to properly look at her. 

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered almost as if she was afraid to break the comfortable silence that fell over them. 

Raul hummed in response “anything you want” his voice a soft and raspy tone, making her shiver slightly. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?” her voice barely audible as if she was nervous to ask, or maybe the answer frightened her more. 

“You don’t have to worry about it, you should just rest for now” was his response and she sighed in defeat, nodding her head before facing him away again. 

The clear defeat on her features, despite the darkness was enough to make him regret his words. So Raul turned on his hand, raising a careful hand to caress her exposed bicep. She flinched at first, not expecting his touch, but quickly relaxing to it as he felt goosebumps raise on her skin. He decided to scoot a bit closer almost as if he were testing the waters and she shuffled closer in response. Soon the hand on her arm slid to wrap her waist gently and Y/N sighed happily in return, finally resting her back on his chest. Raul placed a kiss at the top of her head as she melted under his sweet gesture. 

When she was in transition to dreamland, she swears she heard him whisper into her hair, the place he decided to muzzle his face “I’m sorry I made you think I disliked you, Y/N that’s not the case at all” he took a deep breath and she was far to gone to say anything back “You just seemed like you needed me tonight, and I’m sorry if I ever made you think your presence here was unwanted, you’re just too good and I don’t deserve you, sweetheart”

And not knowing if this was true or not, his whispered confessions with that slightly raspy and almost honeyed at the same time voice lulled her completely to sleep. 

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In the weeks prior to that event, neither of them said a thing about that night, not even in an indirect way. Raul barely spoke to his brothers about it, but they already knew what happened, and Y/N didn’t feel like telling Mike would be a genius idea, so she decided against it. And to her disappointment things got back to the old normal, at least for the most part. She felt like Raul was a bit more comfortable around her and didn’t try so much to stay away, but it wasn’t like that day, and it still hunts her that she actually caught a small glimpse of what their relationship could be. But it was also taking its tool on him, that night he slept like a baby and allowed himself to daydream that this could’ve been their reality if things were a bit different.

He woke up that morning pretty early as usual, for his perimeter check, but only this time Y/N was sound asleep on his chest, and maybe he stalled a bit to enjoy her sweet scent a bit more before slowly peeling her off of him and gently laying her back down on the pillows. There was only a bit of resistance in form of a whine but she ended up pulling his pillow to her chest before settling down. It was harder than he thought leaving her on his bed as he quickly changed and jogged downstairs to go on his run, but maybe it was better like this, this way he could run and put his head at ease and actually come up with his next moves. So that’s what Raul did, but as soon as he was back on the house, already in two feet only, she was already wake and preparing something in the kitchen as she chatted with Peter.

Raul leaned on the doorway as he watched her, back on the clothes from last night, talking about her next college project as his brother sipped on his coffee mug, so he cleared his throat not to scare her as he walked in “good morning”

“Morning, Raul, can you keep her company as she eats her breakfast? I actually need to run to Sam’s house to pick up some stuff before he leaves for work” Peter asked, a knowing look on his face as Raul just shrugged it off “thanks, got to go, Y/N, good luck with that sheet!” his brother said before leaving the kitchen completely.

“Hi” she said, eyes trained on the eggs she was making as he stood beside her, his hip leaning on the kitchen counter “would you like some?”

“Sure” he said looking around the room “did you sleep well?”

Y/N’s body visibly stiffened as she cleared her throat before answering “yeah, thank you about last night, by the way”

Raul nodded before changing the subject and seeing her relax at that, knowing it was for the best, mentally deleting the speech he came up with. And that’s where the whole conversation died.

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Months later Raul found himself in an equally as hard situation.

Y/N was spending the weekend at the pack house that was a bit more empty than usual, since a few of the wolves (including Mike) decided to go on a little getaway to run from the cold that was arriving sooner than expected, and since her parents were out of town, his best friend asked if she could stay with them so Y/N wouldn’t be all by herself for four days during the possibility of a storm that was estimated for that weekend. And of course they couldn’t deny it, specially since she was very sweet and everyone loved her.

And tonight was the second night of her in the house and Raul was pacing back and forth on his room, probably about to open a hole on the floor from pacing too much, but he didn’t know what to do. She was downstairs on the living room working on some sort of paper for college and he decided he was going to bed, but as soon as he reached his room, the storm that was expected to happen finally arrived and he literally heard her heart rate speeding up exponentially, but didn’t know how to approach her or even if he should. However, when he heard her curse under her breath when a lightning lit up the whole house he knew he could not do nothing, so he opened the door to his room and basically ran down the stairs. 

As Raul reached the bottom of the stairs, he identified Y/N to be the little ball wrapped up in a fluffy  blanket in the middle of the couch. He took a deep breath before carefully walking towards her, he tried making enough noise so she wouldn’t get caught off guard but not enough to disturb her. But as soon as he reached the side of the couch she looked up at him with wide teared eyes from the little cocoon of blankets she was. Raul physically stopped himself from cooing at her and pulling her to his lap.

Y/N gave him a little sad laugh as she rubbed her eyes harshly “I’m sorry we always end up meeting like this, I must seem like an idiot, right?”

Raul shook his head sitting down beside her “You’re not an idiot, what’s making you so upset?”

She took a deep breath before answering “I guess I’m just tired, and this paper is a bit harder than I thought and I’m actually a bit afraid of storms, and this is all stupid and I-“

“Hey, it’s not stupid, it’s stressful and it’s okay, no one really like storms, they’re dangerous and pretty scary”

“Sure, when you’re five” she said playfully rolling her eyes as he chuckled softly.

“Oh, darling, you know that’s not true”

“Are you scared of storms?” she asked with an arched brow.

“No”

“See?”

Raul chuckled as he shook his head “you’re really something, aren’t you?”

Y/N shrugged as she saved the document before moving to the book she was using as reference “Why are you up if you’re not scared then?”

“You are”

Y/N turned her head in his direction “Oh, I didn’t mean to wake you up”

“You didn’t, I just knew you were afraid and decided to come check on you” he said already regretting admitting to it.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you didn’t have to come though, I’m a big girl, I can take it”

Raul gave her his signature lopsided smile that she had only seen a few times directed to her, making her insides a bit toastier than before “I know you can, sweetheart, just didn’t want you to be alone if I could come down and try to help”

“Yeah, that’s the Alpha spirit, right?” and with that sentence Raul rested his head on the back of the sofa with a laugh. 

“Maybe” Raul turned his head to face her, deciding he was going to ignore the whole ‘pushing her away’ speech, at least for a moment “I was thinking that maybe we should make some hot chocolates if you want to finish this paper tonight”

“Are you serious?” Y/N had to confirm she wasn’t going mad and that he was actually willingly wanting to spend some time with her.

“Of course I’m serious, you can’t joke about stuff like this”

“What? Hot chocolate?” she asked holding back a laugh.

“Well obviously” he pushed himself up from the couch, relieved to see she seemed distracted enough to forget about the whole weather outside “I’m aces in the kitchen”

Raul offered her his hand and she smiled at him shaking her head before closing her computer and pushing it aside, taking his outstretched hand and letting him pull her up carefully “well, how did I just find that out?”

“Because I’m normally too tired and busy most of the time to actually make a meal”

She noticed he didn’t let go of her, and she wasn’t going to be the one to do it or point that out “oh yeah, being the Alpha and bossing everyone around must take a lot of your time and energy”

Raul chuckled as he walked her to the kitchen, letting go of her hand against his will in favor of grabbing the ingredients “Mike’s a bad influence, I bet his the one who told you that”

“You certainly didn’t, we barely talk at all” and as soon as the words left her mouth she regretted it. 

Raul was with his back facing her as he sorted through the stuff to prepare their drinks, and she was ready to start apologizing, afraid he was going to push her out all over again. Why did she have to go and say something like that? As much as the mood between them was playful, mostly cause he was trying to distract her and she knew it, but it was light and fun, she had to say such thing and ruin it. Sometimes things felt so natural with him that she just forgets that they aren’t that close. But before she could freak out and start spitting strings of ‘I’m sorry’ he did something Y/N wasn’t expecting. Raul started laughing out loud, turning to face her and she ended up laughing as well, maybe out of nervousness or out of relief, either way she laughed.

“I deserved that” he pointed out “but I guess that will have to change since you have such a distorted vision of the Alpha role”

“I wouldn’t particularly mind” she added softly, in hopes he wouldn’t pay much attention to it, but again, Raul was, apparently, a little box of surprises.

“Me neither, darling” he said before turning on the stove.

Y/N felt heat rising up her chest to her face and decided to clear her throat before changing subjects “Who taught you how to cook? Shawn’s a mess in the kitchen, Peter’s good but I know he took lessons”

“I guess I just learned from watching my mom, when I was little I used to spend a lot of my time in the kitchen with her whenever she was using it, my grandma too, and I guess I somehow absorbed that”

“Oh, they’re good?” Y/N took a tentative step closer to him, eager to learn about him and taking the opportunity of his sudden interest in spending time with her to milk all the information she could.

“My mom’s good, but my nan is just fantastic, she told me she used to sit on the counter by her father and watch him, and I guess I did the same”

“Well, I guess I’ll have to do the same cause my kitchen experience resumes to making toast, sandwiches and eggs” she said and he looked at her from the corner of his eye as if he was pondering.

“Then do it, I don’t mind a little audience” he said and she giggled, hoping on the counter beside where he stood. 

And that’s how they spent most of their night, with light chatter and a bit of healthy teasing going around and they were ecstatic about it. Y/N felt like she was finally able to relax after all the stress and she felt weirdly complete, almost as if before she was missing a piece. And Raul, he was over the fucking moon and already regretting keeping her away for that long, avoiding every type of contact with her and he was almost telling Mike to piss himself and ignoring all this stupid made up rules he made. He sat down by Y/N’s side as he helped her finish her paper and he was actually able to, finishing it in less than twenty minutes, so they just sat down side by side talking about random stuff, until he noticed she was starting to get sleepier and sleepier with every passing minute. 

“You should go to bed, sweetheart” he pointed as she was basically leaning her weight on his side, not that he minded, but they got really close really fast 

“Already trying to get rid of me?” she joked and he laughed despite being afraid that was something she actually believed in, and maybe that’s what drove him to ask her what he did next.

“Never, and if you’re still a bit nervous about the rain you can sleep in my room, I can always take the couch”

“I can’t kick you out of your bed” she said looking up at him

“You’re not kicking me out, I’m inviting you and offering to stay elsewhere”

Y/N shook her head “I don’t mind sharing if you do”

Raul didn’t expect it, but he also wasn’t mad about it “If you really don’t mind, then yeah”

“Okay, I’m ready for bed if you are” she said grabbing her stuff.

Raul nodded as he helped her to carry her school material up to his room, which he placed on top of his dresser before turning around to face her standing awkwardly in the middle of his bedroom.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, nothing I just-“ she mumbled as he chuckled.

Raul stopped by the end of his bed “I can still take the couch if you’re uncomfortable”

“It’s not that, you don’t make me uncomfortable” she said as she walked up to him “I don’t know what it is, I just feel safe around you, is it weird?”

Raul was not expecting it as he looked down at her “No, not at all, you can climb on the bed, darling” he offered as he did the same on his side.

She ended up taking up on his offer and laying down on the other side, pulling the covers up her body “you can be really sweet when you want to, you know?” she mumbled softly after a while, after the lights were already off and the only source of light in the room was coming from the lamp on his bedside table.

Raul said turning to face her, only to find Y/N already on her side facing him “Don’t think many think the same”

Y/N laughed and shook her head “guess you’re just good at pretending you’re this big bad Alpha when you’re just a big softie”

Raul laughed throwing his head back and she couldn’t stop herself from admiring the sound, his neck and his beautiful face, looking a lot more soft than normally.

“I really like your laugh” she blurted out before she could think. 

His laugh was cut short when he realized her words and he smiled at her “I like yours, wish I could hear it more often”

“Well, it’s not really hard to get me to laugh”

Raul smiled at her “yeah, hm- I wanted to apologize”

“For what?” she asked, genuine curiosity shining on her eyes.

“For being a dick to you, for such a long time, there’s not an excuse for that, as much as I tried to come up with one” he finally admitted running his hands through his curls. 

Y/N bit her lower lip as she looked at him “you’re never a dick to me, you’re a bit closed off, yeah, but never a dick, you never made me feel uncomfortable or anything like that, and ever since that night where you made it clear you didn’t dislike me, a few things started making more sense to me”

“Like what?” it was his turn to get confused.

She sighed heavily “I thought for a very long time you just hated my guts or didn’t want me near for being a human or an outsider, but then you said it wasn’t the case and you were so sweet to me that night, and the morning after, and ever since that day, even though you weren’t necessarily cuddling with me and being around me all the time, you were slowly opening up, spending more time around me when I was here and at first I was confused, but then yesterday I was talking to Peter and he may or may not have told me this was something to do with Mike”

“What?” Raul almost sat up, but he didn’t want her to stop talking, so he held back his impulse and just kept laying down.

“And I also talked to my mom about it, very recently, and she said my dad had a similar reaction to her when he found out they’re mates… I’m not implying anything, and I can be totally wrong about it, but I thought about it for a second and I swear it made sense, it explained why I felt so drawn to you since I first laid eyes on you” she admitted, coiling into herself a bit.

Raul was completely taken back, not knowing what to do or what to say, not expecting her to come into realization and not knowing how to proceed, that until she mumbled a soft “please say something, anything, just don’t shut me off again”

“No, darling, it’s not that, I’m sorry” he said reaching for her hand as grabbing it in his “I’m just speechless, I- you feel it too?”

“Is it true?”

“I- yes” he sighed in relief.

“You’re my mate?! Or I’m yours, I’m sorry, I don’t know how this works” she giggled nervously.

Raul couldn’t stop his smile to blossom on his lips as he nodded his head what felt like a thousand times “whatever you want, I don’t mind”

“So what does that mean now?” she said shuffling closer to him.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything, I know your brother wouldn’t appreciate the idea and I don’t want to hurt you or cause any pain, darling, I just want what’s best for you” Raul said squeezing her hand gently.

“You could never hurt me, and I don’t honestly care about what Mike thinks right now” she said placing a hand on his chest “what do you want?”

“Honestly?” he asked and she nodded eagerly, which made him chuckle “you, in any way you’ll have me, but I also don’t want to rush you into anything, this works differently for me since I’m a wolf”

“Yeah, I know how sensitive you guys can be” she joked and he laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead “but I want you, I feel the pull to have you near me almost as a need”

“I know, sweetheart, I feel the same way” Raul admitted pulling her closer by her waist “just don’t want to skip any steps with you, but I kept you away long enough”

Y/N nodded tipping her head back to look at his beautiful face better, their noses brushing due to the proximity “agreed, but I still want you close”

“We’re already close, darling” he breathed a chuckled and she shook her head.

“Are you afraid of kissing me? What are you? Twelve?” she teased and he laughed, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Of course not” he whispered leaning a bit closer.

“Then what’s taking you so long?”

“Bossy little thing” he teased one more time before closing the space between them in a gentle kiss.

Y/N tangled her fingers in his wild curls as he cupped her jaw carefully, afraid that if he squeezed her even a tiniest bit she was going to disappear. But his gentle touches soon turned into a bit more urgent ones and she pulled his hair, encouraging him to deepen the kiss. Raul tighten his hand on her waist, trapping her bottom lip between his teeth, pulling it to him softly before lessening the sting with a swipe of his tongue. And unfortunately Y/N had to pull away too soon for her liking due to her stupid lungs needing oxygen. Raul leaned in to press a bunch of soft, barely there, kisses all over her face. 

She giggled a bit breathlessly as she murmured “Mike will murder me when he finds out”

“Shh, we can worry about that when he’s back, he’ll have to get over it eventually”

Y/N giggled before leaning in for one more kiss.

“Okay, love, we really should sleep, and then tomorrow I can maybe take you on a date if you want” he said pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before resting his forehead on hers.

Y/N smiled up at him “Or we can have a little movie marathon here and you’ll make me dinner”

Raul laughed “you’re a mean one, you know that?”

“Why?”

“Because you know I can’t say no to you” he said and she smiled at him.

“Good boy, you’re such a good puppy” Y/N teased and he laughed.

Raul shook his head “okay, it’s definitely time for you to go to bed”

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Hey, v! Congrats on 100, you deserve everything ❤🤭 can I please get a 💌 from peter? And a🌹 as Shawn Mendes' songs! 💗

Awwww Thanks babe !!!!

💌- for a love letter from your crush or fav celebrity

Darling,

I never knew what love is before meeting you,

I love being with you and cannot imagine a world without you in it,

I don't have words to tell you how happy I am when we are together.

You have been the guiding light that lit the way whenever I was lost.

Each morning, I thank God that you have been a part of my life.

And you are the reason I bounce out of bed because I know that I will get to see or talked to you during the day.

I promise that I will always love you and keep you close to my heart.

I will love you no matter where life ends up taking us.

You are my soul mate, and I cannot live without you.

Yours Forever

Peter ☺

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🌹- CYMA shawn mendes songs

Wonder - you

If I cant have you - @aadya23

Nervous- @halfblood-princess-505

Mutual - @missguidedlani

Particular taste - @starlight-starks

Wonder - @spideysquackson13

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Bump and Dumps - Part 5

Harry and Hattie are friends with benefits. Until she gets pregnant and breaks it off although Harry is trying to prove his love he has to battle with others for her attention.

It has been three weeks since Harry had asked her and she hadn’t responded. She was upset he hadn’t asked her about the idea to her first, she knew he had found her the dream house and it’s because she had always claimed their current house was a bachelor pad. Harry had been so upset when they got home he had gone to the pub and avoided her until he left for SNL. Harry didn’t like it when he couldn’t read Hattie and she knew she had left him confused. She was so confused and the hormones weren’t helping, the fact she couldn’t eat and the nauseous was keeping her up was leading to her constantly crying and feeling crap.

She had been watching SNL with Gemma who Harry had been sending round even though she knew neither him or Gemma would admit it. Hattie had been cracking up the whole time she even pissed herself when he mispronounced Shawn Mendes as she had tried many times to help him pronounce his name in the past but he just couldn’t seem to pronounce it. Her Gemma and Micheal were eating take out happily even though she knew she was being babysat, all Hattie could eat was the prawn crackers and she had sat the furthest point away from Gemma as she couldn’t stand the scent of her food and muffin had taken to sitting right on top of her as she kept feeding her little bits of prawn cracker. They were having a good evening/ morning until the pregnancy skit, then she stopped his arms over the other women even though it was just acting was rubbing her the wrong way plus the fact their legs were entangled she decided it was the pregnancy hormones but it seemed so real to her it felt like that woman was stealing her baby daddy for her own.

“Gemma, I don’t feel well I am just going to go for a quick walk to get some air.”

“We can come with you?” Gemma began getting up and clearing the plates.

“No honestly it is fine thank you though. You guys stay you can stay the night if you like? I will be back in twenty this baby just loves to make me sick.”

Hattie threw on her scarf and began to walk, she felt sick and for once it wasn’t the baby’s fault. After seeing that skit she began to think of the future and when Harry settles down and has a baby with someone else he will forget spud. She and spud will be alone and rejected and it’s because she rejected him. Although, she had to reject him he had her for so long and never did anything. She heard the album as much as she wished she hadn’t it was a jumbled love poem to Camille with aspects of sex which were her. She was his sex thing he would never love her like he had Camille and Kendall.

Harold: Did you like SNL?

She picked up her phone and dialled AJ, it was currently 6:30 as SNL hadn’t been on till 5am London time. She knew if AJ was still like uni he would be up by now probably just finished the gym even though it was a Sunday morning.

She waited outside Starbucks for him she had been right he was heading there after the gym and luckily he only lived a 15 minute walk from hers. She was nervous and not ready to see him but she needed a friend right now and one who wasn't aware of her growing problem. She wasn’t exactly looking her best the nauseous had meant she had limited sleep recently her hair was in a ponytail on her head and she was dressed in leggings Harry’s fleetwood mac shirt and his striped cardigan.

“Hey, didn’t expect you to call me?”

“I didn’t either but I could do with a chat and there is no way Emily is going to be up before 11.”

“You’re right there how is she anyway is she still traumatised from catching us against the sink” He giggled and Hattie blushed six shaded redder.

“Sadly she has caught me in a few more compromising positions, she has a way of walking in at the wrong times.”

“What do you want to drink I will get it no arguements?”

“Can I have a toffee nut latte with soya milk, please?”

“Shit make it decaf”

Hattie had remebered how sadly her love of coffee was slowly being stripped away for Spud although Spud seemed to enjoy the sweet toffee taste of starbucks and for that she was thankful. As they couldn’t seem to agree on food but drinks they had found a good compromise.

“Decaf it is.”

Aj smirked Hattie had always wondered if her and Harry had not met whether her and AJ would have been together. Two feisty solicitors  they wouldn’t have time together though with AJ law was his main love and Hattie admired that in her friend.

“Here is your disgusting decaf coffee, I mean you’re a solicitor Hattie you need coffee.”

“That’s why I am cutting down all I do is drink coffee I was getting the shakes. How have you been anyway AJ?”

“I’ve been good thanks, a bit lonely working hard you know me. How about you? I see you every now and again in some paper.”

“Perks of having a famous best friend I guess.” You shrugged and took a big sip of your coffee.

“I particually liked the photo of you in The Sun.” You knew exactly which photo he was refering to but everyone had assumed it was Kendall and not you. You and Harry were hugging and his hand was groping your bum. It wasn’t a family friendly photo but because you could not see you at all it was just some brunette.

“You’re the first person to realise it was me.”

“The birth mark on your butt sold it to me. I would remember that anywhere.” Hattie was unsure how to feel about his flirting she was flattered but it also made her heart want Harry all the more.

“So are you and Harry still mates after?”

“After what?”

“You know after you dated.”

“We never dated, I haven’t had a boyfriend since Uni.”

“Well I guess that’s good for me, I mean you know I like you and I would like to see where we could go.” The fact he had said this to her like it was no big deal over coffee and for Harry it had taken him to knock her up before he could even suggest such a thing made her madder at him.

In this moment spud had also decided to forget her compromise which had forced her to dart out the door and relieve the contents of her stomach onto the pavement.

“Well that was not the reaction I was after.” Aj took to her side gently rubbing her back and holding her ponytail and she continued to vomit.

“Fuck, I am sorry. Look it wasn’t what you said honestly it was nice for someone to be upfront.”

“Why do I sense a but?”

“It no but its just I need to tell you something which may change your mind.”

“I am pregnant and sadly morning sickness is no joke apart from the fact it is all day not just the morning.”

“Umm congratulations I suppose, who is the lucky father?”

Hattie and AJ had spoken in Uni about how children were a future plan for him something he wanted when he was 35 and not a moment before. So it was unlikely he would want to date a knocked up Hattie.

“If I say please do not tell a soul, I know I can trust you it’s Harry’s.”

“I thought you didn't have anything.”

“We never dated just hooked up I guess, he never wanted more apparently it was for my own protection.”

“I am surprised you are here now, if I was him I would lock you in my house until you were mine especially if you had my child.”

“He wasn’t happy when we bumped into each other the other day he even refered to you and sink Aj.”

“Of course he did.”

Aj drove me home said he would like to see her even if it was just friends. When she opened the door she didn’t expect to find Gemma and Micheal still up as they had all stayed awake for SNL and it had been three hours since she had left for her walk.

“Oh my gosh Hattie, it’s ok Harry she is home. Hang on one moment I will pass you to her it will be easier.”

Hattie shook her head at Gemma and motioned she was going to be sick and fled the room.

“Harry she doen’t feel well the morning sickness. Is catching up to her.”

Hattie closed her door and jumped into bed feeling at peace.

When she saw all the notifications when she woke up she knew that Harry and Jeff would be livid once they saw the article she was getting tagged in it left right and centre. A fan had obviously caught Aj holding Hattie hair when she was being sick and it had gone mad Harry was being tagged left right and centre.

One fan had even said the SNL skit was obviously practice for Harry and Hattie and her new Boy friend were expecting a baby. Other headlines were not so kind

Harry BFF Wild Night!

This is one lawyer without class

She was terrified what would Harry say or her boss.  She sat in bed waiting for a call she knew he was going to kill her one for being with AJ but also for being out at that hour alone.

Harold: Him…….

Hatters: We were just friends Harry and he actually seems to care about me and he didn’t have to knock me up to realise.

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Rules: Tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better.

I was tagged by my lovely mutual @yournotpshipper, thank you! 😊

Top 3 Ships:

Only 3? But I have so many.

1. Rick x Michonne (TWD) "Have your mints."

I waited so long for this couple to become official that when they did, I actually screamed and crawled up the back of my sofa like I wasn't a grown-up watching a tv show.

2. Michael x Ash (Disco) "I see you, Ash."

She does. She really does and he sees her. These two break me in every scene they have even when they aren't talking. They are soul mates in every sense; communicating with touch, being open and vulnerable, seeking comfort and healing in one another. I need closure with these two.

3. Dick x Kory (DC Titans) "Try again sometime."

The chemisty these two excude is magnetic, palpable, and sensual. Every moment is charged even in scenes that aren't about them, mostly thanks to Anna and Brenton. This pairing has so much potential to be a powerful duo. If the writers can explore their dynamic with a little reverence and allow them to grow towards each other organically, I will be #blessed. Fingers x @ S3.

Lipstick or Chapstick: IT'S WINTER. I NEED CHAPSTICK...Sorry for shouting. I'm mad it's winter.

Last Song: Don't Be a Fool x Tennesse Whiskey mashed by Travis Garland (originals by Shawn Mendes + Chris Stapleton)

Last Movie: Knives Out 🔪🍩

Reading: The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. I'm also consuming copious amounts of fic.

Tagging: @dasakuryo @supbea @ohheyalex @djeniiscorner @onyour-right @superohclair @leianaberrie @ladymazzy @okoyechonne

[welldamnsatoru]

Chapter 4: I want you to want me because I’m me // Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Chapter 3: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166104883601/chapter-3-ill-take-my-chances-shawn-mendes

Author’s note: So there’s a little bit of swearing in this because Shawn gets mad

Recap: It’s silent, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment from my outburst. He grips my chin softly, forcing me to meet his hazel eyes. He’s close enough that I could kiss him if I wanted to. I hold my breath waiting for his response.

Leaning close enough that our noses brush he whispers, “I’ll take my chances”, then he’s gone and I’m left standing there wondering what the heck just happened.

“Ever since the rebellion at your school you’ve been acting strange.” My sister, Steph, breaks the silence in the car. It was our ‘sister bonding time’ that our Mother makes us do every 3 or so weeks. Today we were driving to the mall, grabbing some lunch and doing a little window shopping.

I stare out the window, the harshness of the grey buildings broken up by the flash of evergreen scrubs. 

“I’ve been a little distracted.” I tell her. I wasn’t ready to tell her yet that I had found my soulmate, and that he wasn’t keen on me.

“You know you can tell me. If something was bothering you, you can tell me.” She sounds so sincere and my gaze flicks to her. Even though she says this I feel like sometimes she just wouldn’t understand. We were polar opposites personality and look wise- except for the eyes. We both had the same wide blue eyes with a rim of gold surrounding the pupil. 

Steph’s ginger hair was in ringlets today, her blue eyes framed with long lashes. She was a mix of both my parents while I looked remarkably similar to our Dad. When I was younger I thought that she took all the beauty from our parents genes and I was stuck with the brains. 

“I just... I don’t want to talk about it right now because I feel like if I do, its just going to make it seem more real.” I flip the air con on, a stream of chilled air hitting my rosy cheeks. “And that’s what I’m trying to avoid. I don’t want it to be real.”

She hums, taking a left onto Marion Street. “It sounds like you need a break from everything.” 

“I do. I really, really do.” I laugh, tucking the strands of hair that fell in my face behind my ear.

“Jace invited me to go to the club with him tonight. I think you should come.” Jace was Steph’s soulmate. They had met when they were both 14 and had immediately formed a close relationship. Steph was now 20 and their 6 year bond was another reason why I believed so strongly in the soulmate system.

“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind me tagging along?” I ask hesitantly, fiddling with my seat belt.

“Of course not! Jace will understand that you need a serious pick-me-up from what ever quarter life crisis you’re going through.”

I laugh, Steph’s giggles accompanying my own. 

“One more thing before I agree to this.” I pause, meeting Steph’s blue iris’s and it looks like I’m looking at a replica of my own.

“What is it, little sis?” She says cheekily, slowing the car to a stop as red shines from the traffic lights. 

“You have to ask Mum if I can go tonight. I don’t want to face her wrath if she says no.” 

I had no clue what to wear. What if I wore the long sleeved dress and overheated? The maroon dress looked great on me but I had no shoes that went with it. Deciding to go with my gut, I wear the black sleeved dress, slipping some slightly heeled flats on as I go.

“Y/n, hurry up.” Steph calls, walking as fast as her heels could carry her, rushing to open the door where Jace had been ringing the doorbell for the past 5 minutes.

“I’m hurrying.” I snap at her, pressing a quick kiss to my mother’s cheek as I pass her, Dad was still at work.

“Have a fun time girls!” Mum shouts before we shut the door and I wave at her before closing and locking it.

“Thanks for not making me wait at all.” I hear Jace mumble to Steph, her girlish giggle making me want to run back inside and under my bed covers. I did not plan on being a third wheel tonight.

“Thanks for letting me join you guys.” I say to Jace, cutting off what ever conversation they were delving into.

“No problem Y/n.” Jace grins at me, and I could see why Steph was so obsessed with him. Tall with blonde curly locks, he was a stunner, and when he smiled, his whole face lit up. Together, they looked like they should be on the front page of every fashion magazine.

I get in the back seat, tuning out Steph and Jace’s loved up conversation and the car begins to move, the city becoming a blur.

We were let into the downtown club with no dramas. When Jace told me we were going to the South Side Club, I was surprised. It had a reputation for good liquor, loud bass and housing members of the libertas.

I didn’t say anything, didn’t mention that my soulmate was apart of the alleged rebellion that wanted to destroy everything I believed in. Maybe it was a good thing that my match didn’t want me. We were from two different worlds and a relationship between us would surely never work.

That thought alone fed the multiple drinks I sculled back. I didn’t count how many I had. All I knew was that the more I had, the less I thought of him. 

The more alcohol I consumed, the more I began to let loose. I was at the bar, on the dance floor, talking to the group of guys who looked like they had never seen a bar before- probably why they let me talk to them even after I had spilt my drink on one of them.

Someone was pulling me away from the granite counter top of the bar. I had sat down, starting up a conversation with the bartender who chuckled at my every second sentence. 

I groan, the flashing lights catching my eyes and I wince. 

“Come on Y/n, Jace and I are taking you home.” Steph’s comforting words fill my ears.

I walk beside her lazily. “I’m cool with that.” I murmur, resting my weight on her.

“How much did you drink? You smell like half the bar.” She wrinkles her nose and laughs, the sound pathetic even to me. We’re outside the club now, the cold wind nipping at my ankles. Jace has pulled the car around and he’s holding the door open as I climb into the back seat.

“No spewing in my car Missy,” Jace scolds gently. “Wait until you get home.”

I grin at him sheepishly, sending him a thumbs up I rest back into the seat and I close my eyes. Someone shakes me awake awhile later and I startle, Steph frowning down at me.

“God, Y/n you look smashed.” She helps me back out the car as its pulled up out front our house, slightly onto the front lawn. 

“I don’t feel smashed.” I giggle at her, clutching onto her arm.

“I’m going to Jace’s house so once I’ve let you in the front door I want you to go straight to your room, do you think you can manage that or do you want my help?” She sounds so strict and I salute her, nodding my head.

“I can do it boss.” I grin and she helps me up the front steps onto the small decking. Unlocking the door she holds it open for me and I lean on the wall, tailing my way into the dark house.

“Are you sure you will be okay?” Steph asks, worry in her tone.

“I’ll be okay Steph, Mum’s here and if I really need help I will go ask her.” I tell her, feeling a hint of sobriety. 

She looks at me skeptically and I shoo her, closing the door. I wait until I hear the car drive off before making my way to my room at the end of the hallway.

I grip the handle of the door, finding the small trip to the bedroom easier than I expected. When the door swings open, my lamps already on and the light stings my eyes.

“What the-” I don’t finish what I was saying, the sight of my soulmate sitting on my bed causes all my words to disappear. 

“Where the fuck where you?” He hisses at me, his eyes dark slits. Standing up, my Match marches over to me, the scent of his cologne wafting around me.

I hiccup, brushing past him leisurely. “Out.”

“It’s two O’clock in the fucking morning, I got here at 10 and I’ve been waiting 4 hours for you, wondering if something bad has happened to you, and all you can tell me is that you’ve been out?” He’s furious. Every word is coated with venom yet my mind finds no reason to take him seriously.

“I don’t care if you’ve been waiting. Why are you even here?” I groan, tugging off my shoes and placing them into my closet on the shoe stand.

“I was here to fucking talk about all that gooey shit you spilled out yesterday about soulmates.” He seethes, shutting the closet after me as I left it open. 

“Well I was busy, get over it.” I start to unzip the back of my dress when his hand stops my movement.

“What are you doing?” He breathes, and I shrug his hands off, my dress slipping slightly down my body.

“Changing into my pajamas, what does it look like?” I glare at him, forgetting that I was about to be nearly naked in front of my soulmate. I unzip it the rest of the way, my dress falling to the floor and I step out of it.

I open a dresser draw, my back to my match, and I take of my bra, chucking the large shirt over my head which falls halfway down my thighs. When I turn back to face him, he’s frozen, his eyes never leaving my figure.

He coughs, clearing his throat. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“Eh, a few.” I lie, tying my hair up in a bun.

He sighs, walking closer to me, stopping to see if I move away. I don’t.

“Where did you go tonight Y/n?” He asks me, a lot calmer then before.

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business Match.” I’ve riled him back up.

“Stop calling me that.” He demands me, his hands clenching.

“It’s not like I have anything else to call you.” I retort, closing the distance between us until I’m inches from him.

“What about calling me by my name?” He growls at me, his eyes black and the light illuminating the side of his face.

“I don’t know your name you dweeb.” I push his chest angrily, he doesn’t move an inch.

“How do you not know my name? I’m your fucking match.” His arms splay and I glare heatedly at him.

“I don’t know it because someone decided to skip the 20 questions stage of our relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship!”

“If you don’t tell me your name then I’m not telling you where I was tonight, or who I was with.” My intoxicated mind speaks for me, providing me with words that will fuel the fight.

“What do you mean who you were with?” If its even possible, his anger heightens. 

“Sorry Match, but I can’t answer that.” I say smugly, crossing my arms.

“My names Shawn, now talk.” He spits at me, I was thankful my parents weren’t on the same floor as me or they surely would have heard us by now.

“Full name?” I question slyly and he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before continuing.

“Shawn Mendes.”

“Good boy.” I praise him and he scowls at me.

“Fucking talk.”

“I was with my sister and her boyfriend at the South Side Club. I drank and danced and then they took me back home.” I explain to him.

“Of course you went there.” He says more to himself then to me. He turns away from me, rubbing his jaw lightly. “Did you see anyone wearing this jacket there?”

He points to the same jacket he was wearing the day I met him, the white Libertas phrase dim in this lighting.

“I can’t remember, I was too busy getting smashed.” I say dryly, and he rolls his eyes.

“I can tell, you smell like you had a bath in alcohol.”

I stare at him, watching as he picks up some trinkets off my bookcase, examining them, and then putting them back. It was weird to see my soulmate in my own room, where I spent my life. It was even stranger how easily he fitted into it.

“What are you doing here Shawn?” His name runs smoothly off my tongue and his shoulders tense as I say it.

“That’s not important right now. You’re drunk and you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” He says tonelessly, crossing the room to pull the bed sheets away for me to hop into bed. 

“Will you tell me tomorrow then?” I whisper, abiding and slipping under the covers.

“Maybe, you may not want to see me tomorrow.” He sounds tired and I finally notice the dark circles under his eyes. He moves the quilt so its covering me again and I snuggle into them further, letting him tuck me in.

“I’ll always want to see you, you’re my match.” I yawn, feeling my eyes flutter shut.

“I don’t want you to want me just because I’m your match.” He tells me quietly, flicking my light off and zipping his jacket up.

“Right, because you don’t want a soulmate.” I reply, feeling immensely tired after the night I had.

I’m not sure whether I had already started dreaming but I swear I heard Shawn say one last thing before he left.

“I want you to want me because I’m me not because you were told to.”

[sillykittyz]

My ocs as vines (warning: cussing)

Moony: If there are any spirits here tonight, tell me, does this sounds like Shakira? Lay lay la lay la lay.

Margaret (Harper’s sister): Hey bro whatta you wanna eat?

A shadow person right behind Harper: The souls of the innocent.

Harper: A bagel

The shadow person: NO!

Harper: Two bagels.

Willow: And they were room-mates.

December: Oh my god they were room-mates.

Marina and the other mermaids: *watching the witches and wizards fight and start a war* Can i get a waffle? CAN I PLEASE GET A WAFFLE?

Salem: Hey guys look at this new dress my mom bought me- *she jumps and reveals that it is in fact, not a dress* SIKE IT’S A JUMPSUIT, YOU WERE FOOLED, HAHAHAHAHAH!

Alex: Dad look it’s the good kush.

Cosmo: This is the dollar store how good can it be?

Sophie: *walks away like a penguin while stitches by shawn mendes plays in the background*

Ice: *watching her, looking disappointed, while stitches by shawn mendes plays in the background*

Nova: Hi welcome to chillis.

River: Hey everybody, today my brother pushed me so i’m starting a kickstarter to put him down, *he shows a picture of Juniper on the screen* The benefits of killing him would be, i would get pushed way less.

Juniper: *pointing to a bunch of geese* Look at all those chickens.

Demon: YOU READY TO FUCKING DIE?

Alexandrite: NO- YEAH I’M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN’T KILL ME.

Jasper: When there’s too much drama at school, all you gotta do is, walk aWaYyYyyyyyyYYyyyY.

Opal: So basically, what i was thinking of is, um- *she gets thrown into a lake by a demon* Ah fuck, i can’t believe you’ve done this.

Jade: *holding up a cross* The power of christ compels you-

Demon: *screeching*

Jade: THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU!

Demon: *louder screeching*

Demon: *screams at her*

Amethyst: AH! Stop! I could’ve dropped my croissant!

Splatter: Welcome to bible study, we’re all children of JESUS. *she zooms into a younger newsie, sleeping on the floor.* Kum ba yah, my lord.

Sundew: *watching some of the younger newsies fight with pillows* Dude, don’t- Kevin! Kevin! Kevin! Watch the light, dude. *Kevin breaks the light with his pillow*

Spots: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does.

[illumelilac]

Haunted - Part 2 - Shawn Mendes Werewolf AU

Words: 1.2K

Warnings: Angst/Fluff

let me know if you guys want a smutty part 3 ;)

Her eyes widen a little when she notices the molten honey in his eyes slowly shifting into a golden amber colour. A low rumble leaves his chest, vibrating the floor beneath her. His inner beast had become very excited at the idea of her challenging him, an alpha. She couldn’t seem to pull her gaze away from him. She had noticed his eyes before, and found herself lost in them countless times, but as he stared at her, she could feel her soul lighting on fire. Her mouth hung open in wanting.

The air around her felt hot and heavy as she ached to reach out and touch him. Her warm breath wafted out of her in pants, hitting his face in the process. He looked down to see her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, causing him to smirk. Her fingers start slowly undoing the top buttons of his shirt. Her eyes focused on the chest hair she had now exposed. She remembers how he had gotten so excited when he first noticed them there. He said he had become a “man” now and that meant he could start calling the shots. He always let her lead him around though, still nothing has changed.

“So beautiful,” the words fall from her lips before she can stop them. Her hand goes up to cover her mouth but she decides against it, instead she continues with the buttons trying to move past her confession. She didn’t regret telling him that. He was beautiful, there was no doubt in her mind saying otherwise. But, when his perfectly plump lips stretched into a full-blown smile at her confession, she’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her knees buckle together and her thighs quack beneath her. Her cheeks felt hot and probably looked as bright as a stop light. He was so damn handsome and he knew it, which made her all the more annoyed. She had an overwhelming feeling that if he had been shifted in this moment he’d have his tongue hanging out and his tail would be wagging feverishly. The thought - although ridiculous- made her giggle, causing him to tilt his head in wonder. 

‘What a fucking puppy…’ she thought to herself shaking her head and smiling.

His hands move to her sides, snaking around her waist tightly. Shawn pulls her body flush against him, and leans down bringing his face into the side of her neck. 

Suddenly her defenses were building back up as she realized she was in no way dealing with a puppy, but in fact, her best friend, who had a very bad habit of being mischievous, especially when it came to her.

He inhales deeply getting caught up in her scent. He wants nothing more than to mark her right then and there. He’s so at peace that he doesn’t realize the soft purrs he lets out that catch her by surprise. The purrs she only seems to hear when he falls asleep while they watch movies. It all makes so much sense. How did he never see it?! She tried not to show him how his actions had such an affect on her, but she knew she was failing miserably. Still, she would hold her ground for as long as she could. She wasn’t going to make this easy for him. 

“Do you realize what it means to challenge an alpha, baby girl?”  He taunts her while tucking a loose hair behind her ear. She swallows thickly, trying to contain herself. His eyes squint slightly at her composure, proud but still utterly annoyed. The sexual tension was thick as could be and nothing was stopping them anymore; but Shawn knew fully well that nothing was going to transpire until she heard what she wanted to hear. That when a wicked thought crossed his mind, making him smile like the Grinch in his Santa suit. He knew her neck was a huge weakness, and being a werewolf, it was for him as well, he wanted to tease her, fully aware of the risks. He’d just have to last longer than her. 

His breath crawls down her neck tempting her and making her squirm. He nips gently on her earlobe causing her to squeal and jump back. She notices his sharp canines digging into his bottom lip, sparking her sudden desire to bite it. She wondered what it would be like to have him nibbling against the soft skin of her neck with those dangerously sharp teeth. How he would probably suck bruises so deep she would feel them for days, obviously marking his territory. He’d have an artist’s ego about it though. She could just imagine him talking about how the angry shades of red and swollen and muted purples were two of his favourite colours. She’d tell him to stuff it, but he’d never relent, he’d just add more to his collection, sketching masterpieces into her skin until it was angry and inflamed. He’d talk about how he left the perfect amount of negative space so that the focus of the mastery would fall on the artist’s mark.

“No, but I can’t just stand around waiting for you to tell me,” she bites out. There she goes again, running her mouth off. He growls at her from low in his belly, pulling her close once again. 

“I already told you, I would have told you sooner, had I have known. I mean-” he pauses for a second running his trembling fingers along her collarbones and down the center of her neck, carefully leading down to her chest. He had genuinely had no idea, and it was all the more frustrating that now that he did know, she was making it so difficult to carry through with the whole “mating” part of things.

“I think a part of me always knew it was you. It had to be you. I mean-” he was swimming in a vast ocean of his own thoughts, trying to keep himself from completely losing control. His plan had backfired, and now it was him on the hot-seat. He sighs, running a hand through his hair and taking a deep breath. She brings a hand up to his face, her cerulean eyes invading his senses. The eyes he had dreamed about so many times. How could he have never realized it was her all along?

“Then why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell me I was your mate?” 

“For fucks sake! I didn’t know it was you! Obviously I was in love with you, Adelaide! You have to believe me! Before the moon rose on my birthday, I was convinced you were someone I could never have!” He pants exasperated. He raised his hands up to keep hers on his face. The lack of connection between them these last few weeks had really impacted him. The little intimacies and her proximity was making his wolf feel very conflicted.

“You love me?” Her eyes start to well up, as she continues to cradle his face.

“I’ve always loved you, Adelaide. If I had known any sooner, you think I wouldn't have told you? I would have made you mine the moment I found out. I was just a little caught-off guard at my birthday after believing for so long it was never going to happen, but that doesn’t mean I don’t trust you, or that I didn’t want you to be my mate. Fuck Adelaide, I wanna marry you someday."

“It’s about damn time.”

[shawnpetermuffins]

No Prior Engagement

(The outfits in the photo are not what's described in the story, but I liked the picture.)

A/n: To make this easier to write, I'm just going to use places that pertain to me - make it less confusing when I'm writing and while you're reading. You can find the "next part" in my March Mendes Madness Masterlist under 03.25

Summary: this is what happened before Shawn's minor slip up at an awards show.

***

My phone buzzes on my desk and I sigh, looking up from my study guide. 2:32 a.m. my phone read.

Bubba 💞

"Shawn, it's late. Are you okay?"

"Let's get married," he says out of the blue.

"What? Are you drunk?"

"No," he answers seriously. "I just don't want to wait anymore. Why should we have to? We're in love, right?"

"Well, yes. But-"

"I want to marry you. Right now. I want a house with you. I want kids with you. I want us to make grocery lists together. And I was just laying here in bed and I realized how much it fucking sucks falling asleep without you. And I know that I can't be anymore in love with you than I am right now. I want to marry you," he says and takes in a deep breath.

I didn't know what to think. We've talked about this, sure, but it always for when I got out of school.

"What do you say, pumpkin?"

"I want all of that, too," I start. "But I'm still in school. We can't let our first year and a half basically be long distance - even more so than usual, it would seem."

He sighs, "I thought you'd say that. Which is why I should tell you... I bought us a house in San Angelo. It's on the lake, like you've always told me you wanted. I'm ready to move down there with yoh if you tell me that you'll marry me."

My eyes burn with tears, maybe because it was so late and I was running on a total of three hours of sleep, or maybe it was because of the craziness of his request. "You're sure about this?" I take in a sputtery breath. "Like you really want to marry me? You want to spend the rest of your life with me of all people?"

"I do. And I already asked your dad. He wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of us doing this so young, but I promised it wouldn't interfere with your studies and that we'd stay here until you've graduated. He said that as long as you said yes, then so did he. So? What do you say, y/n? Will you marry me?"

I giggle - this time I know, for a fact, it's because of the absurdity of the situation. I'm talking to my boyfriend of three years at 2:30 in the morning, and he's asking me to marry him. I have an exam in two days that I should be studying for, but my guide sits abandoned on my desk while I pace the room back and forth. "This is absolutely insane. You know that right?"

"Is this your way of saying yes?" He asks, his voice hopeful.

I bite back the smile that transforms my face, "yes," I whisper.

His laugh is so soft and happy, and I blush because I made that laugh happen. "I'll make all the arrangements. Come Saturday afternoon, you will be my wife."

"Whoa. That fast?"

"Yes," I know he nodded on the other side. "I told you I didn't want to wait anymore. Now go get some sleep, you can study in the morning. Right now, though, I want my fiancé to be well rested."

I shake my head, "I love you," I say in pure bliss.

"Good night, future wife. I love you more."

"Good night, future husband. I love you most."

---

"You're sure you're okay with not having a huge wedding?" Shawn asked outside the courthouse.

I look down at my outfit, black shirt, cream skater like skirt - the bottom hem littered with flowers - And black stilettos that I was already ready to slip out of. I'd always imagined a big flowy white gown, but when I look over at Shawn - dressed in a white button up, a few buttons naturally undone, and signature black jeans and Chelsea boots. He looked perfectly content just like that and I couldn't ask for more. I didn't need the big fancy wedding as long as I had the man of my dreams standing next to me.

"I'm okay," I say finally, taking his hand in mine. "I just want to marry you already. I don't care how."

He caresses my knuckles and leans in to press a sweet kiss to my lips. I hum in acknowledgement and kiss back, placing my free hand behind his neck. "Then let's go do this."

---

Everyone we want it here. Our parents, siblings, Andrew, the band, my aunt and uncle, my two best friends, Josiah, and Brian. This is all I needed.

"Shawn, if you would..."

My beautiful boy clears his throat, "y/f/n y/m/n, I may not have known you my whole life, but it definitely feels as if I have. In these three years we've been together, I've watched you grow into this beautiful, confident young woman who I am so lucky to have by my side through my crazy, fast paced life." He clears his throat, shaking his head with a soft smile. "I never thought the day would come when I met someone who's soul matched mind. You're my other half, pumpkin. I know a million little things about you and I can't wait to learn a million more. I love you more than should be humanly possible. The way you do your nails every Sunday afternoon, like clockwork. How you scrunch up your face when you're annoyed. The way your laugh, when it's completely real, fills up a room with nothing but brightness."

I giggle through the threatening tears. Shawn wipes away the one straggler tear. "The way you'd probably rather do anything but watch Harry Potter for the hundredth time, but you sit through it anyway because you know it's my favorite. I'm just... I'm so in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that I am. You are my forever person and I wouldn't have it any other way."

He catches a couple more of my fallen tears and I melt at the soft gesture.

"Y/n?"

I take in a shuddery breath, "I don't know entirely what to say. I tried writing down how I felt about you a billion times. I tried writing these vows the second we got off the phone the other night. There are not enough words in the English language to tell you how I feel. But I know that my entire being is on fire with just the brush of your hand against mine. Shawn, I fell in love with you when all you were to me was an international pop star, who had no idea u even existed. I was about sixteen then. And then god put you in my path when I was seventeen and I haven't turned back since. When we met, I didn't meet Shawn Mendes: superstar. I just met Shawn: a regular guy just living his life. There was never this moment of celebrity to fan; it was instantly friend to friend."

He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear and I can't help but smile. "You make it entirely too easy to love you. And I do. More than anyone else in the world. I can't believe how lucky I was to find my other half at only seventeen, and to be standing here, three years later, completely giving myself to you. I love you more than you will ever know, bubba, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

---

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

"Finally," Shawn mumbles, pulling me against his hard chest. His large hands rest on my cheeks and kisses me with so much love and passion. I laugh into the kiss and pull away. "You're my world, Mrs. Mendes," he whispers into my hair, holding me tight.

I bury my head into his chest, "I have never loved my name more than I do in this moment."

He hums, "I love you so much."

---

Shawn stands up, holding his wine glass. "I would like to propose a toast to my beautiful wife," he stops and smiles for a second. "Guys, I get to say that for the rest of my life. That's- wow, that's the greatest gift I could ever receive." The whole table awes, the women, of course placing their hands over their heart. "I just want to say that I am so lucky to have found you when I did. And even more lucky that you agreed to marry me. I fall more and more in love with you every day. Y/n, baby you are my biggest blessing, and I could not be more grateful for our time together. Now, let's go change your name to Mendes on everything."

We all laugh, but he I know he's serious. Bevause I've been thinking the same thing since I said 'I do.'

He leans down and pecks my lips gently. I hum and pull away as he sits back down. "You're the perfect human being," I whisper, taking his hand in mine. I bring it to my lips and smile at the single silver band that now decorates his left ring finger.

Brian stands next. "Well, I too would like to say a few kind words about the happy couple."

"Oh no," Shawn and I say in unison.

"Y/n, when you guys first met, I knew that Shawn had met his soul mate. It was undeniable, the chemistry between you two. Everyone thought you were moving too fast, and I hate to admit that for a second there, I thought so too. But then I realized, there was no other pace for you guys to go. And you couldn't be moving that fast, when it took six months for you guys to say 'I love you.'" I laugh at that. "Your relationship began at such an awkward time for the both of you. But you shoved any doubt that anyone had away and you powered through. And now here you are, three years down the road, married. I'm so proud to be able to call you both my best friends."

Everyone takes turns toasting us, and it's all beautiful, but I just really wanted to be alone with my husband.

A couple more hours pass before we're back in my car, Shawn takes my hand and just stares at it for a while.

"What are you doing, bubba?"

He looks up at my through cloudy eyes, "You're my wife," he says, barely above a whisper. "God, I'm so lucky."

"Shawn, are you crying?" I reach for his face with my free hand. His eyes are red as he stares at me. "Why are you crying, hon?"

"Because we're married. I'm married to the love of my life. I don't- I don't think I could ever be any happier than I am today. Today was better than any show I've ever played, any award I've ever won, and place I've ever been. Today is the absolute greatest day of my life."

***

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[harryandmolly]

The Emancipation of Ginny ~ 1

summary: shawn and ginny could’ve ruined everything six months ago, and sticking together despite their past could make or break them now as ginny stays on as his personal assistant. but what happens on tour doesn’t stay on tour.

warnings: Language, dental health vs. mental health, Longing (TM)

WC: 4.6k

“Shawn, gum.”

He shuffles over sheepishly and spits his sugar free Dentyne Ice into the garbage can with a metallic ping. He makes a face at her and turns away.

The morning doesn’t look much like morning. It’s so absolutely dark at 3:30am as they huddle in the Air Canada Maple Leaf lounge. There isn’t a single soul in there that doesn’t work for Andrew Gertler, so the team, a.k.a. Andrew himself, Shawn, Cez, Josiah, Brian, Jake and Ginny, are spread out over every available surface. Most of their cast of misfits is asleep. Andrew checks email on his phone, Jake is fighting a cold and snorts into a tissue every few minutes. Shawn and Ginny are the only others conscious.

The only reason they too haven’t passed out before their 5am flight to London is because Shawn has a call-in interview with a radio show in Paris. When they’re in full single promo mode like this, these kinds of squeezed operations are not uncommon. Ginny has to stay on the ball.

Maybe she’s nitpicky, but she just winces at the idea of some snotty Parisian gossip blog making comments about the tacky Canadian kid smacking his gum on air. It would get to Twitter, then Insta, then Tumblr, then god knows where else and she’d really rather just… not.

Shawn’s crisp, clear voice cuts through her fog as he tries to gamely repeat phrases in French (“vous les vous couchez… hey, don’t try to trick me, I know that one!”) for his beloved French listeners. Even at this ungodly hour, he can put on the charm when he needs to. And he rarely complains.

Ginny sighs, tipping her head onto her fist as her elbow props her up on the skinny arm of a terminal seat. She blinks slowly, listening to him laugh and try to pronounce French names as the fog takes her back.

+

Shawn and Andrew have fought time and circumstance for a week to sit down and have whatever this talk is about to be. Shawn leans forward in the armchair, sitting on his hands and bouncing his knees as Andrew wraps up his phone call. Before his thumb hits the “end call” button, Shawn is on him.

“So what’s up?” he chirps.

Andrew chuckles, exhausted. “Sorry, man. It’s been crazy.”

Shawn nods eagerly for him to proceed. Andrew eases into the chair across from him and rubs his stubbled chin. He smiles wearily, a man exhausted.

“I need some help, dude.”

Shawn’s gut lurches. Andrew’s never asked for his help before. Andrew doesn’t seem to need much of anyone’s help, the way Shawn sees it. Andrew’s his own personal superhero. Shawn’s eyes widen and he nods for him to continue.

“I mean, you’ve seen us lately. We haven’t had 45 seconds to catch up and get our heads on straight since before we started recording. Our world is changing. I think we have to expand to keep up.”

Shawn narrows his eyes and bobs his head again.

“I think we should bring on an assistant. A right hand for you to help you with all the stuff you don’t really need me for, you just need someone. Someone to help keep the schedule going, help with travel, deal with your personal stuff. Someone young who I can lean on too, and help train. Someone interested in artist management who I can help groom from the start of a career.”

Shawn shifts in his seat and sighs. It’s not that he doesn’t want to help Andrew. It’s not even that he doesn’t think he needs a PA -- he accepts that he probably does. He just… the chemistry of the team is so good. He gets hesitant about adding new ingredients. He’s grown so very attached to his people and how they all work together.

He’s about to voice this concern when he looks up at Andrew, his partner, the guy who reached down and hauled him up from Vine and YouTube and gave him the best chance he’s ever had. Andrew, wizened and worn to the bone, though he wears it well. Shawn’s heart swells.

“Of course, yeah, dude.”

+

“Ok,” Andrew sighs, shifting his glasses against the bridge of his nose, “Security says there are about 40 girls outside.”

Ginny doesn’t have to look to see (or hear) Jake wince. Her nose twitches in response, displacing the little gold hoop in her septum. Shawn just nods like a quarterback taking direction from his coach.

“So, they’re gonna lend us a hand to get us out to the cars. I’ve got Shawn, Ginny and Jake. Cez, Josiah, Brian in car two. You’re heading for the hotel.”

“The party car,” Cez chuckles, raising his eyebrows at his travel buddies. Brian and Josiah agree with a laugh and start hauling their bags over their shoulders in preparation to sift through the crowd.

“Hey, what time is it?” Shawn murmurs from just above Ginny’s head. She’s sifting through texts from Tiffany about scheduling Shawn’s next fitting. She cracks a smile.

“You don’t have time, mate,” she answers softly, reading his mind.

Shawn wrinkles his nose. “Just to say hi. Take a group selfie?”

“Might be late as it is,” she grunts under the weight of the backpack she’s overstuffed. Shawn helps her with the other strap and adjusts it against her back with a tap.

“Ok,” he says. It’s a little despondent with a candy coating. Ginny knows the voice well.

“But we’re gonna have time after Grimmy to say hi to the fans outside the Beeb,” she adds as they begin stalking off down the corridor toward the hulking men in black jackets waiting to escort them out to arrivals’ ground transport.

That seems to perk Shawn up. She snickers at his change in demeanor and flicks at a curl over his forehead. He wriggles his fingers by her face, widening his eyes as he slowly reaches for her hair. She smacks his hand away with a gasp.

“You wouldn’t,” she gripes, drowned out by the resounding shrieks of some very happy British girls as the automatic doors slide open. Shawn wiggles his eyebrows and smirks at her for a moment before he converts it to a billion-dollar rockstar grin and a double-handed toddler wave.

Ginny keeps her head down. It’s easier this way. In the beginning, she thought engaging with the fans would be fun, and Andrew encouraged it at first, thought it would be a good way for her to feel welcomed into the team, but things got out of hand quickly. As the only female on Shawn’s travel team, interest heightened to a level that none of them could handle. After Ginny’s personal Instagram was hacked for the third time, they sat down and had a meeting about her pulling back and becoming a face in the crowd. It was the right thing for everyone. Plus, she’s always really hated the flashes of the paps. If she isn’t expected to be photographed, she slides away from them more easily.

Andrew gets into the passenger side of the first blacked out Range Rover. Shawn and Ginny climb into the back after Shawn throws out a few more waves and “THANK YOU!”s.

With his gaze down at his phone as he thumbs through Twitter, Shawn mumbles, “I don’t know what the fuck they were saying, but this is definitely the fun car.”

Ginny’s lips twitch. Shawn looks over. She giggles. He giggles back. Andrew smiles down at his phone.

+

Ginny stares with her top lip squeezed under her teeth. She forces her dry, cracked hands between her knees and blinks quickly.

“You know I’m sorry, Gin,” Hannah moans, sitting forward to plant her tiny dark hands on Ginny’s legs, urging her to look up at her.

“No, I know, listen, it’s fine. It was going to happen sometime,” Ginny reasons politely over the smashing of her heart against her ribs.

“But listen, this is better for you!” Hannah hisses, shaking Ginny like she does when she’s trying to get something through her thick head, “If you’d stayed with me forever, you’d never have grown, never have learned anything new. This way, you’ll have direct artist management experience. And Shawn Mendes is one of the biggest acts on the planet. This is invaluable.”

Ginny hears it all, and she knows Hannah is right. But it doesn’t make being fired by your best friend any easier.

Ginny Dresden and Hannah Dyer have been best friends since primary school when they were sat next to each other because they were the only two little girls of color in their class at the tiny posh school in Bedford Park. In the back of their classroom, they colored each other’s hands purple and planted them on construction paper, giggling when they realized even though Hannah’s skin was much darker, they made the same color handprint.

As children, they sang in choir after school until it was no longer cool and then they sang in Hannah’s basement and recorded each other for when they became famous someday.

Now, Ginny waits for the day those tapes will become useful. Because Hannah isn’t just famous, she’s practically iconic.

Hannah, at exactly the right place and the right time, was discovered singing (though underage) at a bar in Fulham and within a few months was signed to a contract with Sony. As her star rose, she took Ginny with her in the hopes that her oldest and dearest friend could explore the world with her and find where she belonged. So she put Ginny on the payroll and off they went.

For four years, they took the world by storm. Ginny was a regular star of Hannah’s Snapchats -- “I’m building your brand,” Hannah would tell her. Ginny was happy to be along for the ride and took an interest in artist management as she saw Hannah cycle through a few different ones, the good, the bad, the ugly.

And then came Marcus. Marcus is the keyboard player of a group called “Bend Daylight” that played the festival circuit with them two years ago. From that first day of Pukkelpop, Ginny knew, even if Hannah didn’t. Marcus was the one.

Hannah and Marcus were married last summer. Four months ago, Hannah announced her pregnancy. And it’s not like Ginny didn’t expect things to change, to slow down. She just didn’t expect to be let go completely. But Hannah wasn’t about to throw her out into the world empty handed. She had set up a gig for Gin through a friend of her manager’s who knew Andrew Gertler from Shawn Mendes’s team. Andrew wanted an experienced PA who was looking to be educated out of her position into artist management. It’s the perfect fit.

Ginny agrees to a meeting. Her hesitance is clear by the furrow in her brow. Hannah reaches across the coffee table and over her swelling belly to plant a kiss between her best friend’s eyes with a wet smack.

+

“... and you love it here in London, don’t you, Shawn?” spouts Nick Grimshaw in that brilliant Mancunian accent that always makes Ginny feel at home wherever she is in the world. As she sits in a seat against the wall watching Shawn and Grimmy volley banter back and forth live on BBC Radio 1, she feels Shawn’s eyes. She lifts her head from her notebook and smiles warmly.

“Yeah, yeah I do, I really love it. I’ve thought about getting a place out here, actually.”

“Oh yeah?” quips Grimmy, leaning into the mic that he’s gripping with his bony fingers, “Where would you look?”

“Ahhh, I dunno,” Shawn begins, again looking to Ginny, who raises her eyebrows and shrugs as if to say, ‘you’re on your own, pal.’ Grimmy picks up on the gesture.

“Does Ginny have a say in this?” Grimmy laughs, his grin wide and toothy. Ginny shuts her notebook and sits up, shaking her head.

“Ginny, my assistant, she’s from Bedford Park in West London,” Shawn explains proudly, a smile in his voice, “So her vote would be somewhere over there, I’d guess.” He glances to Ginny for confirmation.

Ginny rises from her chair and steps toward the mic Grimmy is waving her toward. A producer hands her headphones. Ginny props her hands on the desk and leans down toward the mic, eyeing Shawn.

“I’d want you to get a posh bachelor pad in Mayfair for us to rage at, actually,” Ginny jokes, winking at Grimmy. Shawn rolls his eyes as Grimmy cheers, “way-hays,” and chants “lads, lads, lads!” Ginny joins him.

“Yeah, definitely my style,” Shawn snarks, lifting his chin at Ginny, who shrugs and settles back in her seat.

“Nice that your team knows their way around, though,” Grimmy concedes with a final smile toward Ginny before he gets back down to business.

“So, this new single…”

+

As things work out, ever so bizarrely, as is the norm in the Mendes camp, Shawn and Ginny’s first meeting is for a flight from Toronto to New York. By themselves. It’s circumstantial -- Andrew left earlier for New York for a few meetings and Shawn stayed behind in Toronto for his dad’s birthday. Jake, Josiah and the rest of the squad are absent for various reasons, so it’s just… Shawn and Ginny.

“How do I know what she looks like?” Shawn mutters to Andrew on the phone, knowing Andrew won’t judge him for his anxiety over this, as his car pulls up to departures.

“She’s tall. Like, really tall. Just… oh, hey Mike, can you wait up for a second? Hey… yeah, hi, sorry Shawn, just look for a tall, beautiful black woman with a septum piercing. I gotta go. Safe flight. Call me when you land.”

He hangs up before Shawn can say anything else.

Shawn’s gotten over his hangups about bringing on a new team member. He’s had a phone interview with her to make sure he didn’t hear anything crazy in her voice. And he trusts Andrew’s judgment the way he trusts that of his parents. All that remains now is the awkwardness of meeting someone new that’s meant to wait on you day in and day out as their profession. And she’s a tall, beautiful black woman? Why couldn’t they have hired a dude? A scruffy, old dude who Shawn didn’t have to worry about growing close to?

Andrew said she’d be waiting by the Air Canada check-in counters. When Shawn walks through the doors to the airport flanked by a couple security guys in lieu of Jake, he sees one person pacing back and forth in front of the counters on the phone, rolling a sleek red hard-covered suitcase that was absolutely silent as she tugged it around.

It seems almost everything about her Andrew had mentioned was an understatement. She’s tall. Yeah, she’s fuckin’ tall. She’s at least 5’11” but the height of her hair adds at least a few more inches. Shawn doesn’t often interact with women as tall as he is. So that’s new.

And beautiful. Yeah. Also probably undersold her a little.

She’s lithe and thin in that yoga-doing way. She’s wearing leggings that crop at her ankles and show off a truly stunning pair of legs, paired with a plain white t-shirt and a worn old jean jacket, the kind that even the most hipster store couldn’t replicate the cool of. Her hair is a bouncing, living whirl of tight, pencil thin curls that don’t have an ounce of frizz, somehow. She’s got a pair of aviators tucked up in there behind her ears. She doesn’t look to be wearing any makeup beyond a striking red lip color that makes Shawn lick his. Her face is angular but warm with a sweet little nose and a little dip in the center of her chin that reminds him of his own. Her eyes are a dark, clear brown and look like the kind of eyes that reflect every thought in her beautiful head.

Shawn’s chest deflates. He pastes on a friendly smile and tries not to imagine how complicated this could get.

+

“Shawn, gum!” Ginny calls from the back of the group of troops heading out from the Radio 1 building to greet the fans waiting outside.

Shawn raises a swallow-emblazoned hand and waves it at her as a thank you. She watches as he darts out from the pack to spit his gum into a bin and fall back in line. Ginny hears when they come into view of the crowd because it starts with a collective gasping of teenage breath and becomes a steadier, louder wail that Ginny knows well by now.

Jake looks to Ginny for a nod. She gives it. He shadows Shawn as he strolls over to meet and greet them, taking selfies, doling out hugs, signing and signing until he looks down at his pen with a frown. Before Jake can even look back to Ginny, she’s got a fresh Sharpie at the ready and hands it off to Jake, who hands it to Shawn. The minor interruption is noticed only by Andrew, who grins at the efficiency and shakes his head.

Thank god for Ginny Dresden. He thinks it to himself at least once a day now.

The crowd is only barely dissipating as it becomes time to wrap up. Ginny glances down at her watch and back up at Jake for the nod. Jake nods back and leans into Shawn for the heads up. Shawn does his bowing and praying hands as he backs away from the reaching, grabbing hands. Cameras flash. Ginny ducks her head. They pack themselves into the Rover for the next stop, a dinner at the Connaught Bar with some Island Records people who want to celebrate the new single, “Against the Noise.”

Shawn drops into the seat next to hers with a heaving sigh. She fights her instinct to dip her head onto his shoulder and snuggle into him. Instead, she smiles gently.

“You good?” she hums.

Shawn blinks over at her sleepily. He nods, “‘m good.”

+

What do I even say? Ginny wonders, trying not to look up at him from her Spotify, but he’s got one of those faces that’s hard to look away from. She knew, obviously, that he was criminally good looking, but Hannah neglected to warn her how overwhelming he is in person. She wants to put her nose right up against his jaw just to feel how sharp it is. What a weird instinct. She blinks hard to rid herself of the notion.

They’re in business class. He’s got his recliner out and is drumming his fingers against his thigh that Ginny’s also trying not to look at because his black jeans look like they’ve been painted the fuck on and his quads are magnificent and she would know because she’s got a very fine pair herself from yoga and pilates.

They’ve been in the air for 20 minutes. The fasten seatbelt sign just went off. Shawn has free WiFi because he probably has enough Air Canada miles to, well, buy Air Canada so he’s looking through his phone. He generously shared his code with her but it got lost somewhere between his big hazel-ish eyes and soft pouty lips and Ginny’s ears. She was too shy to ask for it again, so she pulled out her book instead.

She didn’t have to do this last time, the bonding thing. She and Hannah had been so bonded they were practically attached. But Shawn is essentially her new boss, though she’s technically employed by AG Artists, and she needs to make a good impression.

She’s studying a pathetic mental list of small talk starters that really should be longer given the British peoples’ propensity for chat when Shawn pipes up out of nowhere.

“Hey, where did you get that suitcase from? The red one?”

She looks up from her tragic cuticles and sees him looking at her curiously. Did his eyes get bigger? Warmer? Sweeter? Fuck.

“It’s a Victorinox,” she spits out, “It’s a great case. Super durable. And light. And the wheels are--”

“They’re like, silent,” Shawn interrupts, his voice hushed like he’s talking about magic.

Ginny smiles slowly and a giggle rises up from deep in her chest. And Shawn thinks maybe that really is magic.

+

Ginny likes the idea of the guerilla bookstore acoustic set better than the reality of it.

The planning was a headache. She and Andrew have been on the phone for a month planning it with the label -- which bookstore would get the honor? Exactly when? What would security be like? Would they drop hints? Would they do a treasure hunt? Would Ginny like to design and manage to execute the treasure hunt from a continent away? Please and thank you.

But Shawn’s excited. So she’s excited.

They crawl out of the Range Rover and traipse over slick pavement into the back entrance of the Waterstones in Piccadilly. Ginny picked it for practical reasons -- they agreed to the contract with the label, their chain could handle the security, it was a central location.

But Ginny’s grandmother used to take her here as a little girl and pick out books every third Sunday of each month like clockwork. She told Shawn this in a hushed voice beside a flickering candle at a business dinner in Century City a few weeks ago as he smiled and gushed over what a great idea it was, how sweet that she planned it to be there.

“It’s always nice to be home with you, Gin.”

+

Shawn runs the pad of his thumb along the sleek cut of her jaw. He doesn’t worry like he used to about getting her lipstick all over him. He’s living proof that it really is very long wearing. Instead he focuses on drawing out that sweet little noise from the back of her throat that he’s obsessed with.

Ah, god, there it is. It’s so perfect.

Just as soon as he gets it out of her, she pulls away. He grunts and chases her down, pinning his lips to her cheekbone. His fingers trail the seam of her jeans on the outside of her hip while he listens to her pant.

“We’re telling Andrew today. Or it’s done.”

Shawn swallows and he worries for a second his tongue will go down with it. He backs off her cheek and licks his lips with a firm nod.

“Yeah. Yeah, ok.”

It’s Ginny that spearheads the sit down. Andrew doesn’t even look surprised when Shawn reaches over for her hand mid-shaky explanation that they’ve been working together six months now, and they know maybe it’s unconventional, maybe it seems like a bad idea, but this is how they feel and they want to pursue it.

Ginny, to her credit, is not a shrinking violet about it. Her jaw is set, but her eyes are as warm and welcoming as ever. Andrew slumps into his chair and removes his glasses to rub his face.

“Guys…” he groans through his hands, “The thing is, I can’t tell you no. And I can no sooner kick Ginny off the team. Both of those things will lead to immediate chaos. And… and Shawn will be miserable.”

Shawn lifts his eyes from Ginny’s blunted round fingernails.

“I am trusting you both to be adults. Please, god, please don’t make me regret it. If this runs its course, it cannot explode in our faces. We cannot afford that. So if you’re doing this, do it smart. What the fuck am I saying? You’re in love. There’s nothing smart about it. Just… try to minimize casualties.”

He stalks off with his phone. Shawn and Ginny hold each other’s limp fingers, dumbfounded.

Ginny glances over. Shawn meets her gaze. She lifts her eyebrows. He lifts the corner of his mouth.

“Ok.”

+

Shawn’s smile is glorious after he plays a set, any set for anyone. He could be in a field playing an acoustic for the three blind mice and he’d be beaming like he just got offstage at Madison Square Garden. It’s beautiful. And it’s addictive.

Ginny follows him closer than usual as they leave the bookstore. Her general rule is to trail around the back of Shawn’s entourage. Any time she was photographed within five feet of him, they’d hear about it. But tonight, after he played under an arch where she used to curl up with the Chronicles of Narnia and the Series of Unfortunate Events, it’s harder to stay away.

She indulges the whim and walks beside him through the hoard of paparazzi flashing their cameras and hollering “Shawn! Oi, Shawn!” for a glance from the wonderboy. He notices her presence and offers a subtle smile, a moment he hopes won’t be plastered across the front page of The Sun in the morning. Perhaps that’s naive. But he doesn’t actually care that much right now.

They climb into the car, finally on the way to the hotel. Shawn sits back and tilts his head against the headrest, watching the Thames go by.

Ginny shifts and slides something out of her back pocket. Shawn hears plastic and foil crackling.

“Shawn, gum?”

He turns to see her holding a packet of sugar free Dentyne Ice. He grins.

+

“Please,” he begs, voice shaky with unshed tears, “Please don’t leave. Please. I know it’s fucking unfair to ask. I hate myself a little. I really do. But, fuck, please, I can’t do it without you, Gin. Not because… because I’d forget to fuckin’ put on pants in the morning if you didn’t tell me to, but because you’re… Jesus Christ, you’re my best friend. I can’t lose you like this.”

The conversation the night before had been quick and so, so painful. It had to be, coming out of nowhere like that. Ginny was blindsided, having woken up naked under him in the morning with his lips on her ear only to shuffle off to her own hotel room for the first time in two months because he wanted to focus on his career and their relationship had become… too distracting.

She really can’t blame him for that, she supposes. Things had gotten pretty mad. They were obsessed with each other, refused to spend even a few hours away. It was easily negotiable, given that he was the artist and she was his personal assistant. But the energy around them for those two months, it was like an overstretched coil waiting to snap and send the whole team back to 14th century Verona for a full-on Romeo and Juliet scenario.

Snap it did. Ginny was packing quietly in a daze, ready to tell Andrew she was leaving, that she was sorry, but that he’d made the choice. Instead Shawn knocked on her door and she let him in like she always had.

Ginny’s dry cheeks sting with her tears. She sniffs and toes at the floor, locking her arms over her chest. “Don’t really want to leave, you know,” she murmurs, “This is a good opportunity for me. I’m learning a lot.”

“So don’t leave,” Shawn pleads, lurching forward. She adjusts, taking a step back. Shawn notices and shivers, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Don’t leave. Stay. I think we can do it. I honestly think we can. We were best friends first, remember?”

She remembers. She remembers being in love with her best friend until that first night in Germany where he kissed her under the table in the Hofbrauhaus and they didn’t turn back.

Until now.

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Young Wolf, pt. 7 (Twilight AU)

Summary: After a night together, Shawn’s bond to Y/N has been solidified. However, come next day they’ll learn she’s not as ordinary as she thought, putting her in danger with the Volturi.

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Word count: 1400+

Young Wolf (Twilight AU) Masterlist

After their souls united and Shawn finally felt accepted by his imprint, they laid on the grass in the dark, telling each other their deepest, darkest secrets. Though Shawn's a werewolf, he's still part human and that part of him was slowly winning over, the bliss he felt only adding onto his body's desire to rest and relax in her embrace. She kissed his forehead, gently playing with his curls. She found herself entranced with the sleeping man in her arms, tracing every line and scar on his face with the tips of her fingers while he snored softly through his slightly parted lips. She couldn't stop herself from smiling whenever his snore turned into a snort, giggling silently to herself.

However, when the first light broke and the sun began to ascend, she knew his sleep had to be interrupted. Not only would the Cullens worry, but their cousins from the Denali coven should be here any minute and she didn't want to keep them waiting. Y/N always hated being late, even as a human and especially as a vampire.

„Shawn?“ She calls to him, gingerly moving the curls from his forehead, combing them back with her fingers. He stirs in his sleep, his forehead wrinkling for a moment before he continued to sleep. Y/N purses her lips, narrowing her left eye ever so slightly and leans in, kissing the corner of his lips only to see a smile stretch on his face.

„Wake up, wolfy. Time to go.“ She shakes him as lightly as possible, still terrified she could hurt him. Although she's impressed no incidents occurred while they made love, it didn't mean she could relax around him. A single moment of carelessness would result in catastrophic consequences her immortal soul couldn't bear.

„Mhh...Do I have to?“ Shawn grumbles, shutting his eyes with more force to keep the light from them.

„Yes. Yes, you do.“ She replies playfully, but he could detect the serious undertone her voice carried. In an instant, his eyes snap open and he's forced to blink fast a couple of times until his vision is no longer blurry and her immensely beautiful features come into focus.

„Well, fuck me.“ Shawn mutters under his breath and Y/N giggles, throwing a few leaves onto his face.

„Already did that. Now, Denali coven is coming and we need to go because the Volturi will be here tomorrow. Up, up, up.“ She rolls him from her lap, letting him land softly on a pile of leaves beside him before jumping to her feet cheerful, spinning in her spot with, her face turned to the sun. Her skin shines like thousands of stars at once, blinding Shawn to anything around them. All his mind can focus is how lucky he is to have her as his imprint. Although he wanted to fight it in the beginning, he knows this is exactly what he needed. She's all he ever wanted; a wild, but compassionate soul who believes in good and strives to be just that, even after a monstrous thing happened to her.

She stops her dance in the sun, turning to Shawn with the widest smile on her red lips, the blood pools in her eyes no longer troubling him. When he looks closely enough, he can see the red had started to fade, slowly but surely. With the risk of being a hypocrite, Shawn can't help but admit to himself that he'll miss her red eyes.

„Race you?“ She smirks, adding: „We can finally settle the whole who is faster debate?“

Shawn takes a deep breath, securing his jeans before giving her a nod and taking off without a warning. Though he's fast, much faster than an average human, Y/N quickly catches up and takes the lead, leaving him in the dust.

It took him full four minutes and twenty seconds to arrive at the Cullen's property, finding her leaned on a tree with a satisfied, smug smile on her face.

„Tired wolfy?“ She teases, raising her left eyebrow, arms crossing over her chest.

Shawn leans forward, his hands clasping over his knees as he grimaces, feeling as if he's going to cough up a lung any moment now. His heart is beating like crazy, almost like it's going to explode and the sweat just rolls in, covering him like Y/N just threw a bucket of water on him.

„Awe. Where's the big bad wolf now?“ She mocks him, mimicking his position. Shawn barely looks up, the lines on his forehead becoming prominent as he narrows his eyes at her.

„I'll – show – you – later. Just wait – till we're – alone.“ He says between breaths, getting a breathy chuckle from her in response. He's always amazed by how human her reactions remain, realizing maybe all vampires keep that human components inside and either nourish it as his imprint does or they push it down in order to give in to the hunger.

„You have a deal.“ She smirks, standing back up and Shawn does so as well. They walk slowly toward the house, hand in hand, with dopey smiles on their faces.

Rosalie zooms before them, already pissed and Y/N can tell.

„Where were you all night?!“ She practically growls, crossing her arms over her chest before grimacing, stopping her breathing.

„His smell is all over you! Why is his s – oh, no! You didn't!“ Rosalie's eyes darken and Emmett is quickly beside her, ready to hold her back if necessary as Y/N steps in front of Shawn, her instincts to protect him taking over.

„You did, didn't you?!“ Rosalie shouts. „It's nasty! I think I'm going to be sick!“ She keep shouting, getting everyone to come outside as well and it puts Y/N on high alert.

„It's alright, Y/N. We won't hurt him.“ Carlisle assures her, but her eyes move to Edward, seeking his reassurement more. She knew he wouldn't lie to her after everything he went through with Bella.

Once he gives her a nod and a small smile, she relaxed, the tension leaving her body completely.

„Eleazar and the rest of the coven are inside, waiting for us.“ Edward speaks up, motioning for everyone to move. Though she refuses to look at her, Rosalie walks inside as well and takes the place furthest from her and Shawn.

Y/N is faced with two blonde, pale vampires and their two, dark haired mates who unlike them have their red eyes on display.

„Oh, wow.“ Man with the shorter hair comes closer, scanning Y/N from head to toe with amazement in his eyes and excitement clearly taking over his face.

„Wow, what?“ Shawn speaks up, not liking the way he's racking his imprint's body. Y/N puts a hand on his shoulder, leaning into his side to relieve his stress induced animosity to the vampire who is clearly trying to figure her out.

„Not to sound rude or anything, but what he said.“ Y/N says sweetly, getting the two unknown blondes smile and the man with his hair falling in curls to his shoulders cackle.

„You do possess a gift. One that will grow much stronger in time and with practice.“ Eleazar informs them and Y/N feels her brain stop working, the worst possible scenarios playing inside her mind.

„What is it, old friend?“ Carlisle comes closer, talking to Eleazar while Y/N buries her face in Shawn's chest, inhaling his scent to calm the storm raging in her mind. Shawn wraps his arms around her, pulling her into him as closely as he can, seeking comfort from his own fury in her delicate touch.

„She's a zoolingualist. But I'm convinced she'll be able to control them in time as well. She's got that in her.“ He answers, leaving Y/N baffled.

„I'm a what.“ She asks again, hoping for a better explanation just before Shawn had the opportunity to ask.

Eleazar comes closer to the couple, smiling knowingly.

„You can talk to animals and I believe you'll be able to control them to do your biding with practice. Probably why your soulmate is a wolf. You were meant for each other. It's your destiny. Even if you weren't turned that particular night, you'd have turned after meeting your mate. This way is actually less painful for both of you. Imagine the pain of feeling your imprint turn into a vampire. Horrible.“ Eleazar says and Y/N looks up at Shawn, seeing his jaw clench as if he could understand exactly how bad that would be.

„So, that would be very dangerous for the Volturi to know?“ Shawn questions, getting a nod in return.

„Very.“

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[sierratheory]

Sierra calls Luke her soul mate & everyone says, "Aww, get married already." Calum calls Ashton his soul mate & everyone says, "Aww, they're such great friends."

Literally, gag me. Like Tana Mongeau and Jake Paul's relationship looks more real than this mess. Or even Camilla Cabello and Shawn Mendes for christ sake. Tragic. 🤧