#aged 21: Shawn Mendes

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Celebs - Masterlist

Tom Hiddleston:

Series:

Take the Stage: While once again sneaking out of the Palace, you meet an actor...let’s just say there is something between you two. (Royal! Reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31

Romeo to my Juliet: You are a student and a teacher at a college in Lodon, which is the same place a very handsome acting professor is employed. - discontinued

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

New Beginning:

(Part 1) | Part 2 | Part 3

Headcanons:

HC - Tom Hiddleston x clumsy!Reader

HC - Tom helps Reader deal with anxiety and stress

HC - Tom loves Reader’s boobs

Oneshots:

Forgotten Fears - The Reader had some bad experiences with her ex-boyfriend when he was drunk and is still traumatised by that. What happens when Tom forgets about that fear of hers?

Kinky Surprise - pure smut

Application - When you loose a bet, you are forced to send an application for Loki’s love interest. Who would have thought that they actually want to meet you?

Jealousy - Tom is insecure because of your age gap. What will happen when he sees you with one of your co-workers who is about your age?

Hidden - As an artist, you find a way to tell Tom that you’re pregnant

Bun in the oven - Pregnany reveal and a proposal. What could go wrong?

Drunken Start - After a night out with his buddies, Tom calls you, neither rembering you, nor how he got your number

Trick or Treat - Halloween Special

Best boyfriend in the world - You have trouble sleeping, so Tom decides to help you out

Dance with me - Reader and Tom slow-dance in Paris

Diary - Tom finds your diary while you’re moving and reads it

Drabbles:

Christmas Surprise - Christmas Drabble

Let it snow! - Christmas Drabble

Drabble #75

Drabble #3

Imagines:

Imagine while on vacation with your BFF you catch Tom Hiddleston during a photoshoot. Your BFF makes sure he remembers you.

Imagine tagging Tom Hiddleston in a meme and actually getting a reaction.Imagine working on the set of Avengers and instantly crushing on Tom Hiddleston. You are devastated when you find out your BFF Taylor is now dating him.

Benedict Cumberbatch:

Drabbles:

Drabble #69

Sebastian Stan:

Drabbles:

Drabble #46

Shawn Mendes:

Series:

Better that way: When Shawn’s girlfriend finds out that she is pregnant, she decides that she can’t burden the superstar with a child. She makes decisions which may seem stupid, but she knows that it’s Better that way.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Surprise: Walking a Victorias Secret show was an honour already, but being able to see your boyfriend while doing so? Pure bliss. Especially when he has a little surprise for you.

Part 1 | Part 2

Fan Mail: Writing to Shawn every so often paid off when he asked you to come to one of his shows.

Part 1 | Part 2

Oneshots:

When you’re ready - Inspired by his song

Guard my heart - You are a part of the security at one of Shawn’s shows and he notices you

Nervous - Inspired by his song

One more chance - Filming an explanation video why Shawn and you broke up, leads to some interesting realisations

In my Blood - Inspired by his song (Triggers)

Late Late Show - You are present during your boyfriend’s appearance on the Late Late Show with James Cordan. Let’s just say it was disgusting.

Sad song - Shawn finds out you can sing during a very sad occasion

Tom Holland:

Migraine - rl!friend has a Migraine and Tom wants and tries to comfort her

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[fascinatingmale]

December 21 - black (late posting)

1, 11, 21 "My style is BLACK and expensive"

featuring Shawn Mendes:

Shawn, born in 1998 in Pickering, Ontario CANADA, gained a following as a singer-songwriter in 2013 with his genres being pop, folk pop, and pop rock. His album, “Handwritten” (2015) debuted atop the U.S. Billboard 200 making him one of five artists to debut at number one before the age of 18.

Among his accolades, Mendes won 13 SOCAN awards, 10 MTV Europe Music Awards, eight Juno Awards, eight iHeartRadio MMVs, two American Music Awards, and received three nominations for a Grammy Award, and one nomination for a Brit Award. In 2018, Time named Shawn as one of the 100 most influential people in the world on their annual list.

(Website) shawnmendesofficial.com

#Shawn Mendes #male leather pants #male leather jacket #male leather gloves #sons-from-adam

[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To 1 Of The Most Youngest Prominent Latina / Cuban Born American Singer & Songwriter Of Today's Age

Hailling All The Way From The Good Ole Place We All Know & Love.

Havana, Cuba 🇨🇺

Born In Cuba 🇨🇺 She rose to prominence as a member of the girl group Fifth Harmony, which became one of the best-selling girl groups of all time. While in Fifth Harmony, She began to establish herself as a solo artist with the release of the collaborations "I Know What You Did Last Summer" with Shawn Mendes and "Bad Things" with Machine Gun Kelly, the latter reaching number four on the US Billboard Hot 100. She left the group in late 2016.

In 2021, She made her acting debut, starring as the title character from the film Cinderella. She released her third studio album Familia in April 2022, with the lead single "Don't Go Yet" released in July 2021. The second single from Familia, "Bam Bam", reached the top five of the Billboard Global 200 Chart, Her highest entry and peaked inside the top ten in several countries, it also peaked at 21 on the Billboard Hot 100. Familia peaked at number 10 on the Billboard 200, number 9 in the UK and number 6 in Canada.

She has amassed billions of streams on music platforms, and "Havana" became the best-selling digital single of 2018, according to the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry (IFPI). Her many awards include two Latin Grammy Awards, five American Music Awards, and one Billboard Music Award. In 2021, "Havana" was certified Diamond by the RIAA, making Her the first Hispanic woman to receive this certification.

Please Wish This Outstanding Young Latina Music Artist & Upcoming Actress In The Making A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

Ms. Camilla Cabello 🇨🇺🧡 

#Camilla Cabello #Spotify

[gabseyoo]

𐀔 — ABOUT MAR !

as the title says, i’m mar.

i’m 21 years old.

she/her. pisces. intj. mexican.

i speak spanish and english.

professional slow writer.

side blog : @marisnowhere

likes : ice coffee, my pets, chocolate, pasta, sea food, lollipops, ice age movies, formula 1, k-pop, k-dramas, marvel, collecting manga, getō.

dislikes : spicy food, heat, bugs, waking up, horror movies.

currently watching : one piece (caught up), blue lock, trigun stampede, drive to survive, dr stone.

currently reading : sakamoto days, wet sand (manhwa).

FAVORITES !

artists : exo, iu, seventeen, twice, doja cat, noah cyrus, shawn mendes, bad bunny, rosalia, dua lipa and ariana grande.

bias : chanyeol from exo and joshua from svt.

songs : a thousand bad times, post malone. bottom bitch, doja cat. don't wanna cry, seventeen, estamos bien, bad bunny. eastside, benny blanco. lie to me, 5sos. like to be you, shawn mendes.

anime/manga : jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, attack on titan, one piece, hunter x hunter, chainsaw man, record of ragnarok, haikyuu and saiki k.

boys : getō suguru (i’ll die for this man), gojō satoru, haitani rindō, sakusa kiyoomi, levi ackerman, zoro, shanks, uzui and chrollo.

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[whyismangososour]

the 21 year old version of me at the age of 13 wanting to kiss Shawn Mendes after he plays a song for me is now me wanting to make out with CJ the X after he rambles to me about some philosophy thing that I know absolutely nothing about

#I don’t know if they use tumblr but #CJ if you see this #I’m sorry 👁️👄👁️ #but I heard you liked girls with short hair #and my brain broke #anyway #my taste in men has clearly changed a lot #and I’m perfectly fine with it

[hillsfms]

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OOC INFORMATION NAME OR ALIAS / PRONOUNS Star

AGE 21

TIMEZONE EDT

CELEBRITY NAME Shawn Mendes

SECOND CHOICE N/A

AGE 24 (August 8th, 1998)

ANY ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: Shawn is single and has no kids.

#hollywood rpg #hollywood rp #celeb rpg

[gonehollywoodrp]

CONGRATULATIONS, M! your role of ANDREW GARFIELD has been accepted and we’re happy to welcome you to GONE HOLLYWOOD! now that your application has been accepted, here are a few things that you should do and we’re looking forward to seeing you on the dash!

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NAME/ALIAS: M

AGE: 31+

TIME ZONE: EET

PRONOUNS: she/her

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IC:

PREFERRED CELEBRITY: Andrew Garfield

BACKUP CELEBRITY: Madelyn Cline

CELEBRITIES GENDER: male for Andrew, female for Madelyn

CELEBRITIES PRONOUNS: he/him for Andrew, she/her for Madelyn

AGE & BIRTHDAY: 20 August 1983, 39 for Andrew. December 21, 1997, 25 for Madelyn

CAREER: actor 

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WANTED CONNECTIONS: everyone he’s worked with. Emma Stone. 

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MISC: This is a switch from Jacob Elordi. I also play Timothée Chalamet, Joe Jonas, Shawn Mendes, Gigi Hadid, Ashton Irwin, Niall Horan, Troye Sivan and Sam Claflin. I’m bringing him in single and he has no children. This will be a sideblog. 

#gonehollywoodaccepted #celeb rp #hollywood rp #fame rp #famous rp #plotless rp #celebrity rp #submission

[hamptons-hq]

+ 1 WANTED CONNECTION ADDED 

our LORENZO DE LUCA ( shawn mendes ) is looking for a YOUNGER SISTER with the faceclaim of ( danielle campbell ). the character’s age should be ( 21 - 24 ). lorenzo and this muse hadn’t always been close, with y/m always being daddy’s little girl and lorenzo wanting to get away from the (italian) mob life. it had been years since they last spoke when she showed up six months ago at his door, he’s most likely still pretty sus about her, and we can plot more out/i would love to hear your ideas :) you DO need to contact the mun before applying

#hhq:wanted #town rp #new rp #beach rp #rich kids rp

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[1ddiscourseoftheday]

Thurs 27 May ‘21

Niall commented on Shawn Mendes’ form- not like people want him to though, just his golf form. “NOT BAD SHAWNY” he posted, “lesson next time I see you.” But on the radio he’s less encouraging, comparing Shawn’s stroke to chopping down a tree and going for a hockey puck but said “it’s not as bad as it looks” haha- faint praise! Poor Shawn. Anne Marie chimes in to compare it to a baseball swing and talks about how she didn’t think she’d like golf but then she did (Niall- “you hear that! Play golf!”) They continue to be all over chatting away and goofing around (oh, and promoting their single!) Niall talked about tour too- “I cant wait, I feel about my most comfortable on stage. Sometimes I write songs feeling like I’m in an arena, and you start thinking about the catchiest parts of the song cause you want to hear them back and you only get that feedback when you go on tour.” Jonathan Ross is promoting heavily for their performance appearance this Sat, Virgin Radio is taking questions for them, and they are watching their tune climb the charts anxiously it seems; “Omg omg omg keep goinggggggggg” says Anne Marie to an update saying they’re in the top 20.

Louis donated £5000 to a medical fundraiser for a paralyzed teenager whose family is fundraising in the hope that with access to enough resources he will be able to walk again. He’s an F1 fan whose fundraiser showed up on an official page followed by Louis.

#niall horan #louis tomlinson #I have so many thoughts about Louis’ seeming relationship to disability like which things he’s moved to comment on and contribute to #and how it’s probably been shaped by all the charity stuff from such a young age #being his primary relationship to these issues #but alas my own disability means I can’t type a lot today so ask me some other time #27 may 21 #anne marie #louis and sick kids #shawn mendes

[avengers-rule103]

also, have i talked about how fucking weird i find it that shawn is my age.... like he’s only like 2 weeks older then me.... i don’t know why it’s weird, it just IS. are there any other fans who are also around the same age who find it weird? or is it just me??

#shawn mendes #i'm not used to one of my favorite artists being my age #i'm used to them being older #like years older #like 21 and up #not just two weeks older #it's so weird

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Part Two!

Because apparently this is my life now.

I asked my other niece the same questions and this were her answers.

Me: What about you? Do you know One Direction? If you say yes because of iCarly I'm gonna lose it.

Niece: Yeah, I've heard of them. Did that dumbass (points to her sister) said that? I mean, I remember they were on iCarly but I've heard about them from all over. They were big, right?

Me: Yeah, kinda. Do you know who this is? (Shows her Louis' Spotify)

Niece: Yeah, from your Spotify. One of his songs made me cry. (Two Of Us)

Me: What about this one? (Shows her Zayn's Spotify)

Niece: Yeah, he has a song with Taylor Swift.

Me: This one? (Shows her Niall's)

Niece: Oh, he has a TikTok song! The one that goes, "What a lie, what a lie, what a lie."

Me: And him? (Shows her Liam's)

Niece: I don't know who that is.

Me: You know who Harry...?

Niece: Harry Potter? Yeah, I've seen the movies, duh.

Me: Not that Harry. Harry Styles.

Niece: Hairstyles? (Sister bursts out laughing)

Other niece: And I'm the dumb one? Harry Styles. (Says it slowly)

Niece: Oh! I've heard that name but I don't know who he is or what he does. Let me look it up. (After a Google search) Is it this guy? (Shows me a picture of Harry).

Me: Yeah.

Niece: Ew, he's ugly and old. Look at that hair. (Sees the age) He's 28?! How?! He looks like he's 40! Who is this? (Starts reading) Yeah, I've no idea who this is.

I wish I was lying but I'm not. I had a laugh though so hopefully you did too.

Oh this is gold! I can’t believe there’s a corner in the universe where Harry hasn’t saturated the market. If your nieces are younger than 16, I would say that in a year or two, they’ll find out about Harry— but by then Harry will also be too old for their demographic. Even Shawn Mendes will age out of that demographic soon. I’m sure A&R guys are already looking at hot 19-21 year olds.

[shawnmendesbuddy]

The Lord and ‘Lady’ of the House

Summary: Shawn has a lot of pressure to get married. One day at a party, he runs into a pretty handmaiden who is struggling to pay her bills. They decide to fake their proposal…

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of abuse/torture, wee hint of angst

"Shawn! This is the Lord of the Manor Essex and his daughter, Lucinda," Shawn's mother proudly stated, introducing him to them.

Lucinda held her hand out for him and he gently grabbed it in his own, kissing the back of it. It was soft and dainty and smelt like a strong fragrance. He pulled his face back quickly, resisting the urge to sneeze.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Mendes," Lord Essex firmly shook his hand, sending him a bright smile.

He side eyed his mom. This was the fourth lady she had brought to him that night and he was fed up. He didn't want to be wed to anyone, he just wanted to live his life. If the right girl were to come along, then he would choose to ask for her hand. But until then, he wished his mother would stop pestering him about finding a wife.

"Shawn's a little shy, but I'm sure he would love to dance with your daughter," his mother stated.

Lucinda giggled and placed a hand over her mouth. Shawn put on his best fake smile and held his hand out to her. She placed her hand in his as he led her out to the dance floor.

"So... this season is coming to an end in a few weeks. Have you chosen a Lady?" Lucinda questioned. She knew full well he hadn't, and she was trying to coax him into asking for her hand. It's what all the Ladies did, and Shawn couldn't stand it.

"No, and I don't think I will," Shawn grimaced as she accidentally stepped on his toes.

"Oops! Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's quite alright. I think I'm just going to take a break for a minute." He excused himself from her and walked to the side of the ballroom, being careful to avoid his mom.

"Wait! I think you just need to get to know me better. I could be a perfect Lady," Lucinda chased after Shawn and gripped onto his elbow. The people around them stared at the two.

Shawn sighed. This is how they all were like. He was the most eligible bachelor in all of Toronto which made him the most wanted. He couldn't stand Ladies like Lucinda; the ones who wouldn't take no for an answer.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look Lucinda, you're a very kind young women, but I'm not looking for a wife. And quite frankly, the more that this happens to me, the more I don't think I'll ever want one."

Her face fell before she turned around and stormed off, her feet stomping on the way back to her father.

The people around Shawn sent him sympathetic looks before going back to what they were doing beforehand.

***

"Shawn! You are about to become the Lord of the Manor! Don't you think you want to have a wife to help you manage?! I'm not going to always be around! And with your father's untimely death, I'm feeling discouraged! I can't continue to raise you for much longer! You need a wife to take care of you," his mother yelled at him on the way home in the carriage.

Shawn stared out the window, ignoring what his mother was telling him. He had had this lecture too much in the past three years. He was only 21; although that was an old age to be unwed at, he still felt too young to be married.

"I love you Shawn, and all I want is for you to be happy. So please, for me, at the next ball, pick a girl and ask for her hand. You've met all of them, now you just have to decide."

***

Shawn paced the hall outside the ballroom. His mom said he had to leave the ball with a fiancée. He didn't want to cause her any more stress and trouble, so he was going to follow through with her wishes.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you, but is everything okay?"

Shawn jumped and quickly turned around. He came face to face with the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She sent him a shy smile.

"I'm fine, are you okay?"

She furrowed her eyebrows, her lips pursing as she stared at him with a confused look. "What do you mean? Of course, I'm okay."

"Well then why are you out here if you're okay?"

"Why are you out here if you're okay? Unless what you're suggesting is that you're not okay," she tilted her head to the side, examining him. Shawn felt his cheeks turn red under her intense stare.

"I... well then, you must not be okay either or else you wouldn't be out here."

She blinked a few times and then giggled softly to herself, as if she was sharing an inside joke that only she knew. "I'm just the maid... I've never been in there when the party is going on. I simply clean up after the fact. "

Shawn chuckled to help alleviate the awkward tension as his face burned with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I truly thought you belonged in there. But I was a fool to assume. I've met all those ladies millions of times, or at least it feels like millions of times."

She nodded her head. "Well then, I must get back to my duties," she started to turn away from him and he knew that he had to do something. He couldn't just let this woman walk out of his life. She was refreshing. She didn't fall at his feet. She wasn't trying to act like something she wasn't.

"Wait! Be my guest."

"To what?" she laughed nervously.

"To this party of course!"

"I don't belong in there. Plus, if the Lady or Lord of the house were to see me in there—especially without proper attire—I would lose my job. And I really need this job." He could see the desperation in her eyes when she talked about her job. She must've been a peasant; those were the only poor people around.

He stared at her for a few seconds, weighing the options in his head. He could walk into the ballroom with her dressed in her black skirt and white apron and ask her to dance. Or he could go in there alone and choose one of the simpleton ladies to marry him.

She was a gorgeous girl. And she was fantastic company. In fact, Shawn couldn't recall smiling—genuinely smiling—with any of the other Ladies he had met. Maybe he could give this a shot. He just needed to convince the town and his mother that she was a Lady.

"What would you say if I told you I could buy you out of this job."

She shook her head. "Thank you for the kind offer, but it's not that simple. My father," her eyes began to water, and her throat closed up, "he's sick. This is the only thing that helps me pay the doctor. And if I were to accept, and you could pay the Lord and Lady enough to buy me out of this job, what would I do after? How would it benefit me or you?"

Shawn feels the girl a pitiful look. "I... You could come live with me in the Mendes Manor. I'd pay for your father's bills, and you'd never work a day in your life again."

Her mouth dropped open. "You would do that for me? But you don't even know me? You don't even know my name?"

"Is it too late now to ask what it is?"

She chuckled softly. "But there's got to be something in it for you, so what do you want?"

Shawn looked out the window of the manor as he spoke. "It's my third season, not that I care. But my mother... she's grown sad. She wants me to find someone to wed. None of the Ladies have caught my eye. If it's not too much to ask, would you mind being my fiancée? Just for a few months. Just to get my mother off my back. And then you can run away or—or fake your death, I don't know. But I would give you all the money you need to support you and your father and make sure you're taken care of and live comfortably for the rest of your life."

She sucked in a breath of air. "I... yes! If it helps my father, I will do anything! Thank you, really truly thank you!" She ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him.

He was shocked at first, too stunned to move, but then he gently wrapped his arms around her waist and breathed in her scent. She smelt of oranges and violets, bringing him back to his childhood when he would spend the summer at his grandparents' house.

"But wait! Everyone in there will know I'm just a maid with the way I'm dressed."

"Don't worry. I've heard the Lady of the house retires early and I have a plan."

***

"Lady Schreave, may I come in?"

"Of course, dear." She slowly walked into the room, Shawn following behind her.

"Lady Schreave, I have someone here to meet you."

Lady Schreave's face lit up the second she saw Shawn. "Well, if it isn't the talk of the town! What can I do for you, my boy?"

Shawn smiled at Lady Schreave before kissing her hand. "I was wondering if I could pay you enough money to buy this young woman from you. She is quite lovely."

Lady Schreave smirked and glanced between the two. "She is very lovely, isn't she? You don't need to pay me anything, just take care of her and her father for me," her eyes teared up as she pulled the girl into a hug.

"I'm going to miss you very dearly Y/N."

So that is her name, Shawn thought.

"And Shawn, do you wish to wed her?"

"I do," he blushed as Lady Schreave sent him a wink.

She turned back towards Y/N, "Well then, if a proposal is happening tonight, we better get you dressed in something more appropriate, oughtn't we?"

***

"Don't be nervous. Just smile and don't forget to say 'yes' when I ask for your hand. Now, since your father isn't here, it will be a little untraditional, and we might get asked questions. Say that you are the niece of Lady and Lord Schreave, and you are visiting them from out of town."

Y/N nodded. She was dressed in one of Lady Schreave's old ballgowns. It was cream colored with long sleeves that went down to her wrists and gold flowers painted onto the bodice. She wore white gloves, a symbol of being unwed. She had never felt more beautiful.

"You look magnificent, you ready?"

She sighed and wrapped her arm underneath his. "Lead the way."

He opened the grand doors into the ballroom and all the heads in the room turned towards them. He felt her squeeze his arm as he searched for his mother's face. She stood towards the back of the room with a small smile.

"Mother, meet Lady L/N. She is Lord and Lady Schreave's niece. She is visiting them right now. Since her father is not here, you are the next in line to initiate the proposal."

Shawn watched as his mother's eyes grew wide and her smile grew as well. She had waited for this moment for a long time.

"Of course, dear," she patted his cheek and then turned towards Y/n. "Shawn, if you would remove her left-hand glove and give it to me, please."

Everyone in the ballroom stared at Y/N with envy in their eyes. She was taking the most eligible bachelor away from them and they hated her for it.

Shawn took Y/n's left hand in his and gently pulled the glove off her hand. Her bare skin against his lit a fire inside of him and he gasped at the feeling.

Shawn knew what to do next, he knelt on the ground and reached for his grandmother's ring in his pocket. His mother had given it to him tonight in hopes of his engagement.

"Y/N L/N, I would like to ask for your hand in marriage. I promise to cherish you and love you with my whole being, will you marry me?"

"It would be my pleasure," He gently slid the ring onto her finger before standing up and placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. It was seen as taboo to go any farther than a kiss on the cheek before marriage, so that would have to do for now.

***

He watched her as she looked out the window of the carriage. A single tear falling down her face, kissing her skin. He gripped her hands in his, squeezing them.

"They hate me. I don't know what I did to them, but they do."

She was referring to the Ladies of the town. They hadn't been particularly fond of her because she took the most desirable man in the land.

She had been living comfortably at Shawn's manor with her father for a month now, but the harassment from the town's Ladies hadn't gotten any better. She wanted to fulfill her end of the bargain, but she found it increasingly difficult.

“Don’t worry my dear. We only must pretend for a little while longer. Once we get through the engagement party in a couple of weeks, you are free to leave,” it pained his heart to talk about her leaving, but it was for the best. No one could ever find out that she wasn’t a Lady. If they were too, she would be charged with serious crimes.

She inhaled deeply and turned to face him. “I’m sorry. You really are a great man, but this is very hard. I hate pretending to be something I’m not. I feel like everyone can see through me and it’s only a matter of time before I get caught. I’m sure some of those Ladies are already looking into my lineage. They can tell I’m a fraud!” She started to sob uncontrollably.

“Shh, let it all out,” He stood from his spot and sat down next to her, wrapping her in his arms. “If it’s too much, we can end it all as soon as we get off this carriage. You can march right into that manor and pack your things. I’ll tell my mother you ran away.”

“No! We can’t do that; it’ll be too obvious. I need to stick it through for a few more weeks. I can do it. And we also need to come up with a better cover story. I don’t know much about being a Lady, but I know that none of them, if given the opportunity, would run away from a chance to marry you.”

Shawn wanted to argue, but he knew she was right. If she left right now, a mob would be on her trail. They would chase her down and make her pay for her crimes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do,” he whispered quietly as he petted her hair. She sighed into his shoulder and gripped tightly onto his shirt as a rain slashed onto the window of the carriage.

***

It took them longer than expected to reach the Mendes Manor because the wind had been blowing so hard, it had careened their carriage from side to side. When Shawn had held his hand out to help Y/N step down from the carriage and she saw the somberly look in Lady Mendes’s eyes, she knew something had happened.

“Y/N, it’s your father. He passed while you were away. The doctor tried to save him, but he said that the disease had spread too far in his body. I’m very sorry,” she led Y/N into the house as she said this, offering her a shawl to drape around her bare shoulders.

Y/N gladly took it, shivering as the news of her father’s death started to sink in. After the proposal at the ball, Shawn had asked his mother if they could host Y/N’s father as a guest. He told her that her father was a Lord, but since he had become too sick to take care of his manor, they had moved in the with the Schreaves.

Y/N doubted her father would’ve agreed to lying about being a Lord, but he was too sick to protest. During the past few weeks, he mostly slept. Y/N had stayed by his bed side as much as she could, but even she knew that his health had been deteriorating even with their new accommodations.

She slowly made her way up the stairs and to the room her father had been staying in, Shawn following closely behind her. As they entered the dark room, a big flash of lightning illuminated it and the sound of thunder echoed in reply as if to finalize the death of her dad.

He lay motionless in the bed, pale as snow. His lips were slightly parted, and he had never looked more ghostly. She was almost scared of him. He didn’t look like the father that she knew.

She slowly crept forward towards him and latched her hand in his cold one. She felt no warmth. “Daddy?” she whispered quietly. “Daddy, please,” she pleaded. She gripped onto his dead body and cried.

Shawn stood from afar, feeling a little out of place. His mother stood with him. “You should go and comfort her,” she whispered into his ear.

He didn’t know what else to do then to rub her back up and down and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. It seemed to calm her down because she fell asleep on Shawn’s shoulder, and he carried her to her room.

***

He awoke to the sound of screaming later that night and quickly ran towards the source. It was coming from Y/N’s room. He busted down the door, ready to fight off whoever it was, only to see that she was still asleep. He gently shook her, and she woke, staring straight into his eyes.

He took in a deep breath, because even in her anxious state, she still was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was wearing her night gown and he cleared his throat and looked away.

“You were having a nightmare. I was checking in with you to see if you were okay.”

“I…I was having a dream—more like a nightmare—about my father. His corpse kept yelling out me for lying to everyone. I feel so guilty Shawn. Are we really doing something terrible?”

Shawn shook his head. How could something that felt so right be wrong. He knew from spending the past month with her that she was his person. He knew he was falling in love with her when he shouldn’t have been, but he couldn’t help it. She enraptured him. She was like the forbidden fruit; so desirable but forbidden.

“No darling,” she picked up on the pet name he had used for her. She blamed it on his half-asleep self, but deep down she knew it wasn’t that. He had called her pet names plenty of times when he wasn’t half-asleep. If she was being honest with herself, she couldn’t ignore the butterflies it gave her. But they couldn’t be together. This was never supposed to last long-term.

“We aren’t bad people. We both needed something, and we both benefited from it. I…if you want to leave, I wouldn’t have my feelings hurt,” he spoke so quietly she didn’t know if she heard him.

“I’ll cover for you. Say that your dad’s death and the Ladies had made you crack. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you decided to leave town and head back to your manor. I could secretly send you money to wherever you relocate. Gosh, I just feel so useless.”

“You’re not useless and I’m not leaving. Like I said earlier, I’m sticking this through like we planned.”

“Even after what happened today?” He grimaced as he hesitantly referred to her father’s death.

“Yes,” her voice barely croaked.

“Good, you’re becoming a great friend and I would miss you if you left.” Friend. He had used the one word she never wanted to hear come from him, especially after the day she had had. An awkward silence ensued.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay, but I don’t want to intrude. Have a good night, Y/N.”

“Wait! Please don’t go, I just need some comfort right now. Unless it’s too much of a bother.” A smile played at Shawn’s lips.

“It’s not too much of a bother at all.” He laid down next to her on the bed, far away enough to not touch her. He didn’t necessarily know his boundaries in this situation. He had never been in a women’s room (besides his mother’s) let alone slept next to one.

He heard her soft snores fill the room as he lay there looking up at her ceiling. He finally dozed off with thoughts of her in his mind.

***

The first ray of sun peeked through her curtains, and she yawned tiredly as she sat up. She felt movement next to her and quickly look to her side to see Shawn. She stared at his sleeping form; he looked so peaceful like he didn’t have a care in the world.

She heard him muttering something before he abruptly sat up. “Oh no! I’ve got to go right now! No one can know that I spent the night in here,” he threw off the sheets from the bed and frantically ran towards the door. “I’ll be back to pick you up for breakfast!” He walked out of the door and into the hall, leaving her alone.

She slowly rose from her bed, pulling the bedding back and placing the pillows on top to make it. She slipped out of her nightgown and pulled a light blue dress up her body. She did her best to cinch it, but she would need the maids help.

Lady Schreave had sent an abundance of dresses to Y/N to wear. And on top of that, Shawn’s mother took her shopping for some more as an engagement gift. Y/N really loved Shawn’s mom. She was kind and treated Y/N like she was her own daughter. She felt extremely guilty lying to her.

“Petra, do you think you could help me cinch this up?”

“Of course, Malady,” she walked into the room, grabbing the strings on the dress, and pulling it as hard as she could to tighten it.

Petra didn’t like Y/N. Much like the rest of the town, she thought Y/N was unworthy to marry Shawn. She didn’t see what made her so special. “Oomph!” Y/N yelped as she felt the fabric pinching her ribs and squeezing her lungs. “Please, that’s enough, I can breathe.” Petra stopped, but not before she pulled it a little tighter. She tied the dress up at the top and left the room without saying another word.

Five minutes later, after she had brushed through her hair and put it in a braid, she heard a knock on her door. “May I come in?” It was Shawn.

“Of course!” She opened the door for him, but quickly evaded her eyes from his. She felt herself blushing, embarrassment coursing through her. She let him enter the room and he sat down in the chair that was by her desk.

“How are you feeling? I’m sure you’re exhausted. Is there anything I can do for you?” He bombarded her with questions as she stood there, too stunned to speak. He hadn’t been into her room until last night and now he was making himself comfortable, as if he belonged there in her room next to her.

She didn’t know what to think of these new feelings she was having. Up until yesterday, this whole thing had been a mission for her. Play the part, get the money, leave when it’s time. But he had been so caring and thoughtful of her this entire time, and it made her heart do things.

“I’ve been better,” she chuckled taking a seat on her bed. “It still doesn’t feel real, you know. I knew that eventually the sickness would kill him, but…,” she blew out a breath of air.

“I felt the same way when my dad died. He was drafted to the war when I was eighteen. And then one day a letter arrived in the mail and the next thing I know; I would never see my dad again. It’s hard at first—really hard.”

“Does it ever get better? Will I always feel this pain in my heart, as if I’m missing a part of me?”

Shawn patted his chest right over his heart. “It gets easier as time passes, but the hole in your heart, it never heals,” he saw her face turn solemn, so he quickly corrected himself. “But I always think of what it’ll be like when I see him again. I believe life after death so I believe that someday, we will be together again.”

“I sure hope you’re right about that.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again. “Would it be better if you took breakfast in your room this morning?”

“No, it’s alright, I’ll head down with you.”

***

Being engaged to the heir of the Mendes Manor meant that Y/N would have to learn to host parties. The first and only party she would ever host, would be for her fake engagement.

The rock that had been placed on her hand a mere month and a half ago felt heavier than ever. With each day, the guilt built on top of her. She felt like she was sinking and the only thing that was saving her was Shawn’s presence in her life.

He had tried to help with the preparations of the party as best he could, but he had never been trained in that sort of thing, as it was the Ladies job, so his parents never saw fit to teach him. “I’m sorry, dear. I wish I could be of more help. You can always consult with my mother, I’m sure she’d love to help.” She shook her head. “This is something that I have to do on my own. If I can’t plan a party, then I am definitely not good enough to be your fiancée. It will only make the townspeople more trepidatious.

“Maybe we should just confess. It’s clearly causing you a lot of stress. I feel horrible about the pain you’ve been through the past few months. I promise I wouldn’t let them hurt you. We were in over our heads when we agreed to this.”

She nodded, but she didn’t want this to end. She had nothing left for herself, if she didn’t have Shawn and his loving mother in her life. She had lost everything…this was her only family. “I couldn’t bring dishonor to your family like that. It’s only one more week, I can do this.” Only one more week to say goodbye. One more week to accept the fact that she would never marry a man like Shawn. One more week to process and move on.

He hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. Ever since the night he had spent in her room, he had been more affectionate with her. Holding her hand more out in public. Kissing her hand, her cheek, her head. It was just one more thing that was going to make it harder for her to say goodbye.

***

The engagement party crept up on Shawn fast and he found himself dreading the day. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Y/N. He had fallen in love with her, and the idea of her leaving brought him to tears. He didn’t know what to do.

They had agreed that she would leave after the engagement party in a carriage that his most trusted friends would be driving, Brian Craigen. Shawn and Brian had met when they were little lads and grew up to be close friends. Brian had agreed to take Y/N to the next town where she would spend the night and then leave on her way to wherever she wished to go. Brian knew it was risky, but he also knew that Y/N staying was even more risky.

“I’ll leave the money in the carriage for you and…we’ll part ways,” Shawn had whispered to her the night before the engagement party.

She nodded in agreement. “Thank you for everything Shawn. It really has been a pleasure getting to know you. I wish you the best of luck with your mother and your future wife.”

He smiled sorrowfully before turning away from her. He secretly wiped the tears that had formed in his eyes before retreating to his room.

***

Y/N woke early the next day, with a lump in her throat. She knew that today would be the hardest day of her life. Not only was she saying goodbye to the new family she had made, but she was also saying goodbye to the place her father raised her. To the place where she made all her favorite memories of him. And to the person that she never thought she would fall in love with: Shawn.

The red dress she had chosen to wear that night, looked too bright for her to wear in this state. She had cried herself to sleep the night before and she was almost positive that her eyes were puffy and red.

She didn’t see Shawn the entire day. She was too busy running around making sure that everything was going smoothly.

Shawn’s mom had pulled her aside to talk to her for a minute before they entered the party. “Remember dear, they just want to meet the new Lady of the house. It may seem nerve wracking at first but look for Shawn. That’s what I did at my engagement party. I looked towards Shawn’s father, and it made all the nerves go away. That’s how you know he’s the one.

“And in two weeks, when you’re walking down the aisle towards him, don’t stare at anything else. Trust me dear, it will make you too nervous. Oh! I’m so excited!”

Y/N smiled solemnly. “Thank you, Lady Mendes.”

“Please, I think it’s about time you called me mom. You’re about to become my daughter so it seems fitting,” she winked at Y/N who felt like she was going to throw up.

“Alright, I’ll go in there first and then you wait a few minutes and come in after me. Shawn will be waiting at the end of the stairs for you.”

***

Shawn wiped his sweaty palms on his black suit. It was going to be a very long and hard night for him. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before entering the ballroom inside of his house. Everyone cheered for him as he smiled and waved. He heard ‘congratulations’ from around the room as he walked towards the bottom of the stairs. First his mom would walk down them, and then Y/N.

His mother glided gracefully down the stairs. As she reached for her son, she pulled him into a tight hug and whispered, “She’s nervous too, you know. Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” She sent him a small smile before standing next to him at the bottom of the stairs.

“The Lady Y/N L/N, betrothed to Lord Shawn Peter Raul Mendes of the Mendes Manor.” Shawn gaped at Y/N as she walked down the stairs. He had never seen a more beautiful woman. Her hair was in tight curls, framing her face. Her red dress had cream coverings with a high neck. She was stunning. Except she wasn’t his.

He tried to keep a neutral face as he internally battled with himself to convince her to stay. To really marry him. Not just pretend to court him.

“Hello my dear. Shall we dance.”

And dance is what they did. Until their feet hurt, and the party was ending.

Y/N sighed as they bid farewell to their last guest. She held back tears as she got ready to part ways with Shawn. She didn’t know if she could do it.

“Excuse me for a moment, I have something for you before you leave. And it’s not just money.” Shawn whispered to her. He had written her a song sharing his feelings and he was hoping it would change her mind. But when he came down the stairs to sing it to her, she was already gone.

***

Y/N had waited for Shawn in the foyer of the Manor for his gift. She tried to hold it together, but a few tears were shed. Until she felt a sharp knife go against her neck and voice whisper in her ear, “You scream and you’re dead.” It was a male voice that she didn’t recognize, but it scared her enough not to act.

They put a bag over her head and escorted her out of the Manor and into a carriage. “You’re going to jail, and once you’re there, they’ll treat you like the rat that you are. How dare you lie to the town! How dare you steal Lord Mendes from my daughter! How dare you think that you are worthy of someone like him!

“Once he finds out that you’re not who you say you are…oh, he’ll have you hung you little bitch!” The man laughed maniacally, and Y/N couldn’t do anything, but sit there in her fear. She knew she would get caught, but Shawn’s captivating eyes had pulled her in, and she had to agree.

She wondered if Shawn would think anything of it. Maybe he thought that she left early. Maybe he thought she was already on her way out of town. Maybe she was just a pawn and the loving glances the two had shared was all fake. Maybe he had sold her out.

***

Shawn sat down on the couch in the foyer, his head in his hands. Maybe she had only been in it for the money. Maybe she never cared for him. She had been poor before him, so it was a logical explanation. Maybe he just imagined the connection between the two.

“Shawn, I’ve come to pick up your Lady,” Brian whispered into the room.

“You mean she got her own ride?! But that doesn’t make any sense because I gave the gold to you to give to her. Unless you already gave her the goal?!” Shawn started to panic. Something felt wrong about this situation. Deep down he knew Y/N wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye.

“What?! I still have the gold. You’re telling me she left without getting paid?!”

Shawn shook his head. That was the only logical explanation he could think of. He looked at the floor and saw a piece of the dress she had worn that night, laying on the floor. He picked it up and examined it.

“She didn’t leave by choice. She was taken….” Shawn stared at Brian, wide eyed. “That means that they know she’s a fake. We must get to the courthouse, now!”

***

Y/N was escorted to the jail cell and harshly thrown in. The bag was taken off her head and she saw the guards scowling at her. “You whore! You think you can get away with lying?! I think not! You’ll be hung for your crimes!”

“But what about a fair trial?!”

The guard scoffed at her. “A fair trial?! You committed treason and you almost got away with it! There is no trial, you’ll be hung in the morning. Tonight, you’ll receive a punishment tonight. You’ll be fed after your punishment. Do you understand?” The man’s harsh gaze caused Y/N to suck in a deep breath.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now put your hands behind your head.” She did as she was told. He walked into her jail cell and cuffed her.

***

Shawn felt like the carriage ride to the courthouse couldn’t have gone any slower. He was anxious. He knew that the punishment for treason was death, but he also knew they liked to torture their prisoners before then.

As soon as they arrived, he jumped out of the carriage and burst through the courthouse doors. “Where is she?!”

The jailer stared up from the book he was reading and eyed Shawn up and down. “Do you wish to see her punishment, Sir?”

Shawn shook his head ferociously. “Then I’m afraid you’ll have to wait.”

“No! She’s innocent, sir! I promise! I was the one that came up with the idea for her to pretend to be a Lady. This was all a stupid plan to get my mother and the whole town off my ass, but it became something bigger. So please, if you’re going to punish anyone, punish me.”

“I can’t do that. I have a man paying us very well for us to get the job done. So, unless you can top what he’s paying, she’s guilty.”

Shawn’s heart stopped. Who would want to do such a thing to beautiful, sweet Y/N? He almost threw up at the thought. “I’ll double whatever the amount is, just please!”

“Lord Mendes,” Shawn turned around to be met with Lucinda and her father. And then it all clicked. They were the ones who had taken Y/N captive

“You bastards!” He spat at them, before turning away. “Give me the damn key to her jail cell, now!”

The jailer looked behind Shawn towards Lord Essex. “Sir?”

“Don’t give him the key. I promise I can pay more money than him.”

Shawn shook his head. And then he heard screaming coming from the basement of the courthouse. He ran as fast as he could for the door to the cells, trying not to get caught by one of the guards. All he knew was that Y/N was in trouble and he wasn’t going to let her suffer.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you?!”

He heard more screaming followed by a “Shut up girl!” and a cracking sound. He shuddered at the thought of what they could be doing to her.

“You have no right to do this!” He shouted through the jail. “I…bought her from Lady Schreave so technically, you’re damaging my property. I won’t stand for it! I could have you arrested for doing this!”

Suddenly, the sounds of screaming stopped and there was only crying. He had finally reached the end of the hall where Y/N was lying in her cell. Blood dripping from a cut in her head, her eye was covered in a black and blue bruise that was starting to swell, and it looked like her arm had a long cut down it. Her beautiful dress was a torn mess.

The guards stood idly by. One holding a knife in their hand that was dripping with blood, the other holding a whip. Shawn couldn’t look at Y/N. The image of her made him want to kill someone!

“How dare you! How dare you harm an innocent woman! How dare you disrespect my property! I’m going to kill you for it!”

Shawn lunged at one of the guards, grabbing the wrist that held the knife in it. The two men fought (more like pushed and pulled against each other’s wrists) trying to regain dominance. The other guard stood there, too stunned to speak.

Y/N was in a daze from all the pain she had endured, but when she finally came to her senses, she spoke up. “Shawn don’t!” She croaked out.

He immediately stopped, hearing her sweet voice pulling him from the darkness that he had been submerged into. A tear fell from her cheek as he bent down next to her. Both guards retreated from the cell, seemingly scared of Shawn. This gave Y/N and Shawn a chance to have a private moment.

“Are you okay dear? I was so worried when you weren’t in the parlor. I thought you had left early, but then I found a piece of your dress on the floor and—,” he started to hyperventilate, recalling all the events that led to this moment. A sob wracked through his body.

“I’m so sorry. I should be the one comforting you,” he cried some more, and Y/N brushed a few of his tears away.

“I’m okay, I promise. Thank you for coming after me. I was so worried that no one would stop them. I…I know I lied to everyone so I’m not completely innocent, but I didn’t think I deserved death.”

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry. I had no idea that people were after you. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this whole situation. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“But it’s not,” she whispered. He pulled away from her and furrowed his eyebrows. “Nothing will ever be okay if I don’t get to see your smile every day.”

He leaned in quickly and brushed his lips against hers, not caring what anyone thought. The Lord with the Common Lady. He had never felt more comfort or belonging in his life.

“I love you. I’m not ready to give you up any time soon. I’ve practically been courting you for a month and a half. Our wedding’s schedule in three weeks’ time. If you still want to go through with it after everything, I would love to be wed to you.”

Y/N was too stunned to speak. She had thought her feelings were one-sided. She hugged him tightly but cringed when she felt the bruises on her arms being crushed. She pulled back just as quickly. “Nothing would make me happier.”

A/N: I really thought this was going places, but I hated the ending. Anyways, like and comment feedback, thanks. Love you all!

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don't you wanna see these clothes on me? | s.m

hello! 2 fics in one month? am i even myself anymore? 

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7) one adjusting the other’s jewellery/neck tie, etc

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Shawn Mendes was a relatively easy client to work with, anyone would tell you that. There were a few demands to be met, yes, but demands came with every famous person. His demands were always attainable, nothing too out of reach. There’s certain types of food, certain brands of packaged water (do not bring a Dasani anywhere near him or he will riot, she’d learned that the hard way), skin care products should not run out, and so on. She wasn’t his assistant or tour manager to know the details of his rider, but this was her first job on the road, you can’t blame her for being observant. 

She was working very closely with him though, if you count picking out his clothes for the day and helping her actual boss, Tiffany, with his show outfits as working closely. The gig with Tiffany was a chance she had taken a little blindly. She was 21, fresh out of fashion school, and her mind was in bits about potential careers. She’d worked at stores, workshops, assisted designers and interned at a fashion week and penciled down her life into two options - styling and client servicing. Would she rather dress people or would she be the one making business happen for a fashion house to dress people? She had no goddamn idea. 

Right after graduating though, she heard of an opening with a ‘well experienced stylist, in the field of dressing musicians, a travel job with months on the road and suitable perks’, and she sent an application in to the agency. 

She’d read of Tiffany Briseno in her copies of Vogue multiple times. A celebrity stylist with years of experience to her name, most famous for styling a world famous Canadian pop star. He shall not be named because she herself just happened to like his music, a little bit here and there. Not like she lined up to buy a copy of his debut album at Target or anything. Of course not. 

When she was called in for a video interview, Tiffany clearly explained the amount of work that went into styling for a world tour and she clearly needed an assistant who was serious with their job, and not in it for the glamour. She, in turn, explained to Tiffany about how she worked all through university, and how serious she was with her career. Her knees shook under the table she placed her laptop on, praying that Tiffany couldn’t see her body locking up with anxiety through Skype. Tiffany complimented her dedication, but also reminded her that absolutely nothing would compare to having to work on the road. She felt her shoulders sink in subconsciously, smiling and nodding as she had throughout her life and ended the conversation. 

She told her parents about how she applied for this job that was just a lot of work and how she was so sure they were looking for someone with much more experience, not just a clueless grad school kid. The agency did not feel the same apparently, because she found an offer letter in her emails a few days later. She was required to meet the rest of the team and Tiffany in a few weeks’ time, and until then it was her job to look for sourcing options for Sha- for her client.

That was a whole year ago now, and as so many of the crew members said, the road had started to feel like home. 

She bit the inside of her cheek, deep in thought while trying to fix a particularly stubborn crease with her steam iron on the deep red suit jacket he was meant to wear in just a few hours. She always had the option of having someone else do the ironing, but she found it calming, found it easier to collect her thoughts with a steam rod and press in her hands than she did otherwise, so they let her be. 

She took the jacket down from the hangar she was using, neatly placing it on another adjacent hangar, and moved to bring in the Louis Vuitton shirt he would be wearing. Going down the front of the high quality linen she thought of how he recently liked unbuttoning way more buttons than he used to. If this weren’t a red carpet and another regular show he’d be wearing a much tighter shirt to hug around his arms, she remembers taking measurements for his other outfits to the exact inch and he said he liked it that way. A tight shirt or even a wife beater that completely let go of any barrier between showing off his biceps. 

She remembered teasing him at times, and he used to blush furiously, until he started asking her if she was looking. Then it used to be her turn to blush. She thought back to the first leg of tour. She remembers them constantly sneaking around each other - but also finding excuses to share their space. She remembers feeling sparks, and she knew he felt them, too. 

What other explanation could they possibly have for the middle school crush they had on each other? She would love to fend these concerns off by saying he was solely worked up because she was the only girl around his age on the crew. But that would be a lie, she knew the team of runners had a few girls their age - she was friends with them now. And the production teams had people close to them, too, even though they had alternating staff.

She could say that she was the only one working close enough with him, but that wasn’t true either. Telling herself it was just an infatuation would be the biggest lie, it had been months and he still behaved the same way around her. She was tired of having to tiptoe around him for as long as she was doing her job. 

Shawn liked her so, so bad. And there was nothing she could do about it. 

She had started noticing the little signs at first. Anytime he’d bring in water for himself, he had an extra bottle for her. He always saved her a spot at the dinner table. Got disappointed when she didn’t come in for at least half of his soundcheck. He liked having her near the stage when shows actually took place. And then there were bigger signs. He bought her a copy of Leave Your Mark, a book she had been trying to find for months - and when she asked him how he only ducked his head and said he found it at one of the airport bookstores. A quick ask around helped her know that he had contacted the publishers themselves and acquired a copy. 

She had started noticing how the people around them moved away if they were talking. She saw the smiles passed at her every time she stepped out of his dressing room. She knew how Tiffany jumped at every chance of leaving her alone to sort his look out before every show. There were looks and whispers and she saw them all, she felt them all. 

He made her nervous. Not because he was a star. God, no, that phase came and went by in a breath. He made her wonder. He made her think of a future with him, doing what she did and being with him on the run forever. He liked her, and she liked him more than she knew what to do with. 

Unfortunately for her, being together all day did not help. At all. She felt hyper aware of him. Every time he walked into a room, she felt the atmosphere sizzle. She felt the change and there was no ignoring it. Just like now. 

“I can feel you staring at me, you know?” 

She heard him laugh once, walking closer to where she was standing, multiple cases of clothes open around her. “Don’t know why you choose to slave over an iron every day - we have people to do that, you know?”

She sighed, hanging the steam rod onto its pole and turned around to look at him, chest constricting at the sight of him in a plain white shirt, tight as she had mentioned before, wearing a pair of glasses she knew he stole from someone on the team. 

“It feels nice to iron, it helps me-”

“De-stress. I know. But maybe if you just hung out with all of us once in a while you wouldn’t be so stressed…”

She crossed her arms before herself, cocking her head sideways. Get to the point, her expression said. 

“Okay, look, after the awards tonight, everyone wants to go to some club where they’ve booked out a private room for the team. I wanted to know if you’re gonna be coming.” He tucked his hands into his jeans. He was one second away from swaying on his feet because otherwise he looked like a little boy asking for candy he wasn’t supposed to have. 

“Ah - I’m not sure, Shawn,” her face was slowly pulling into a grimace, “All your outfits need to be back out first thing tomorrow morning and we need to send them a review as well… plus I need to get the exact details of your outfit so Tiffany can write it in her piece for GQ, and tha-“

“I knew you would say no,” he smiles immediately, and she’s scared. What did he do now? “Which is why… I have booked a table for us. For the - just the two of us, like a date.” He felt shy, felt like he was in high school asking a girl out for the first time. No smiles on his face anymore, just pure hesitation. “There’s this new place, um, it’s called Antico. You said your favourite cuisine was Italian - Antico is Italian, OH and it also has some great vegetarian food so there’ll be so many options for you to choose from…” he’s doing the thing again. He’s blushing and he can’t stop it. He needs to go to the washroom and splash water on his face. He needs to call his friends and tell them he finally asked his pretty stylist out, for real.  He needs her to say yes. 

She matched his expression. Wide eyes filled with wonder and face flushing hot. Was she even ready to go on a date with him? 

“Sh-Shawn,” she breathes out, barely a whisper. Her eyes had grown wide, and he didn’t know if she was hesitant like him or just horrified. She wasn’t prepared for this, and one part of her wants to hug him, say yes, and then run off into the sunset with him. The other part of her though, the rational part, knows this isn’t possible. “I thin-”

“Oh, there you are!” Tiffany exclaims walking into the room, not really noticing how close together the pair were standing, and immediately starts taking clothes off the rack for Shawn to change into. He immediately steps away from her, knowing how she gets. She wasn’t one for showing too many emotions when she was surrounded by people. She did open up to him sometimes, more than she did with anyone else on the crew. He had a sneaking suspicion that unlike his past advances which were subtle and not very direct, it was this one that fully got her attention to how much he liked her, and it had her flustered. Well that makes two of them. “Is it all done, babe?”

“Yes Tiff just, let me finish the shirt and I’ll bring it to you.”

“Shawn, you wanna move to hair and makeup till we wait for your outfit?” Tiffany walks out the door swiftly, not waiting for him to answer, just calling out his name again to make sure he was following. 

“Mhmm,” he says, walking backwards to the door, eyes still stuck on the girl he has pined after for months now. He refused to go down without a fight. “I’ll wait.”

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She sees him again when he is pulling his shirt on with Tiffany straightening the material out from the back. He looks winsome in just the shirt and the red  suit pants, and her mouth nearly waters thinking of the contrast the red of the  blazer would have to his skin. Men who were dressed well always made her thoughts run wild, mostly because she learned to focus on the fit and the cut of the fabric, the attention to detail, the simplicity of the design or the lack, thereof. She paid way more attention to the outfits than the men wearing them. Shawn, however, was a different story. She had come to the gasping realisation that she liked him more than his outfits. And she was screwed, because no one knew how soon all of this would be ending for her. 

He senses her staring holes into his back. When he walked away, he only had her expression as a response to his question, and while he wasn’t worried if she rejected him, even if it hurt real, real bad, and he constantly worried about never finding someone like her, it was okay. He was worried about this running deeper than him, she shouldn’t have to look mortified just at the mention of a date. 

He looks down at his feet, the tailored hem of the pants at perfect length, discreetly raising his head to still find her looking at him. To his pleasure, the corners of her lips were upraised, eyes still on him but not really looking at him. He flashed her a smile, and she quickly realised what she was doing, scrambling to put down his pair of shoes for the evening along with the jewellery box she picked up on the way. 

She starts talking to Tiffany about his accessories, and, something. He can’t really be bothered to be focusing on yet another conversation about what he’s going to wear. He wants to talk to her. He wants to know things she hasn’t told him yet. It’s been a year of this slow burning attraction between them, but is it only attraction if he wants what’s in her mind and not just what he can already see? 

He already knows what stories he wants to talk about over dinner. He wants to tell her about his cheek scar, and then ask where she got the one on her right hand from. He wants to tell her about his high school prom and then ask about hers. He wants to know why she fell in love with fashion the way she did, because it consumed her fully, and she has to make conscious efforts to pay attention to things beyond art and fabric and clothes, he knows she does. He wants a deeper understanding, not for the sake of dissecting her personality, but just to know her, if she only allows him. 

He only zones back in when he knows Tiffany is directly addressing him. “Shawn, you finalised the BVLGARI one last week, we’re still okay with that?”

“Yes,” he says, not sure of where to look, so he continues looking at himself in the mirror. 

“Great, honey, you can put this and the chain on him and I’ll go check with the rest of the team.” Tiffany squeezes her arm with a bright smile, and turns to Shawn again, “Looking good, little Dean, it’s almost show time!” 

Shawn smiles back silently, watching Tiffany leave the room, as does she. She makes quick work of walking back to him and placing the box on the vanity before him. She takes his vest off the rack, helping him get into it and buttoning him up, and then does the same with his blazer, not a word exchanged between them two. 

Shawn used to be an “I can do it myself” guy until Tiffany just had to go ahead and hire the prettiest, shyest girl he’d seen, and he suddenly never wanted to button anything up on his own ever again. 

She carefully picks the royal white and blue beaded necklace from the box where it was placed amongst a few other expensive ones. She clears her throat and he leans his head down out of instinct, coming to a more approachable height for her to hook the necklace in. 

“So,” she starts, and he chokes on a breath he didn’t know he took, “I just, I googled Antico. It looks … upmarket to say the least. Very pretty, though. Looks like a place you would pick.”

She feels his eyes continue to follow her around, she still chooses not to look him in the eye, how could she? She delicately pulls out the chain meant to be hooked into his vest, the one that will complete his look for the night. He looked… beddable, to say the least. 

“But I also saw another thing,” she says, stepping closer into him and he inhales deeply. “Antico doesn’t stay open on the weekends, Shawn. How were we supposed to go there on a Sunday?”

shitshitshit. He’d been caught. Honestly what was he expecting? She’s literally one of the smartest humans he knows, what did he expect her to do? Say yes? No questions asked?

She looks him dead in the eye now, letting out a hmm? and he’s choked up again. He staggers around a bit, she pulls at his hands to adjust his sleeves and tuck in his cufflinks. 

“You said, um,” come on, brain, pull it together. “Remember when we were in  London? And we all went out together and when we got out there was this whole crowd waiting?”

She remembers. Of course she does. It was the first, albeit not the last time she had come really close to having a panic attack in front of all her coworkers. He recognised the look on her face. He’d seen it on his own face in the mirror when he tried to talk himself away from breaking down. He knew what this anxiety felt like, even though years of being in the business had numbed him to large, loud crowds, overzealous fans and intrusive paparazzi alike. He had taken her hand in his and pulled her back inside the pub immediately, calling his driver and asking him to pick them up ‘round the back, and getting out of there in record time. He didn’t know what came over him but he pulled her into his arms as soon as they were in the car. He murmured softly into her ear, he was here, they couldn’t get to her anymore and she had sniffled and cuddled closer - until they reached their hotel and it was back to being a standard five feet apart from each other. It was one of the last times she had gone out with the whole team, especially him. 

“I made a special request, they’re opening up only for us tonight. I don’t really want to stay for the whole show, thought we could sneak out a bit early. I just didn’t want us to be crowded again.”

Her hands froze around his, he left her tongue tied on most days but this was something else. At the lack of response from her, he gently pried her hands off his wrist, holding both lightly in his. “It’s okay if you don’t want to go. I won’t like you any less.”

Her mind rushed back to all the times they had stood close just like this. The time he almost kissed her on her birthday and she almost kissed him on his. The one night they both passed out on the couch in his tour bus, when she wasn’t even supposed to ride with him. She thought about the offer letter that had been in her emails for two days now, offering her a place in the client servicing team for Burberry in London. She thought about the 4 weeks’ notice she had typed out for Tiffany weeks ago, the only reason for her not sending it out standing in front of her. Her mother’s words rang in her head, as they have her whole life. If you’re not moving, you’re not growing. 

He squeezes her hands once, ducking his head to the floor and walking away. She thinks about letting him go, but she refuses to. 

Her fingers clasp around his wrist, pulling the gentle giant back a little bit. 

“Will you wear the silk shirt? The black one?”

He looks confused. Didn’t he just get dressed?

“To Antico? Thought we could match.”

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[illicitdejavu]

I just saw the Shawn Mendes documentary 'In Wonder' on Netflix. I am not his fan, but it hurt me to see him frustrated at having to cancel his show, because if he sang, he ran the risk of further damaging his vocal cords, and having surgery... At age 21 he was dealing with this stuff. Also, I can't stop thinking of what a great responsibility it is to put on a show and be physically and mentally prepared to stand on stage and entertain people. And how overwhelming is the constant pressure not to fail the fans... I could feel his pain and frustration, as well as his genuine happiness and humility for being in his city, in his country, with his family, again. I really enjoyed the documentary. I saw a young man fulfilling his dream in the most mature and responsible way. Cheers to Shawn.

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