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1ddotdhq · 3 years

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◟̽◞̽ Tues 24 Nov ‘20 🐠

Grammy Nominations and Live Shows OH MY!!

LOUIS’ BACK!!! And I don’t mean “oh he liked something on Instagram” or “oh he tweeted about a RHCP concert”, I mean he’s going to be doing a VEEPS LIVESHOW! And so we solve the mystery of the Spotify vids (they were a stage!): a few hours before the announcement, he tweeted, “Hope you’re all doing alright. Exciting stuff coming up!!”, and then left the masses to wonder what could possibly be happening and when. Three anxious hours later: “So excited to announce that I’m getting my band and crew back together to put on a special show for you all that will be streamed December 12 [!!!adkhfkadhfjj!!!] and will be available for 28 hours after. The show will support 5 important causes very close to my heart”. The causes Louis Tomlinson Live From London will support are FareShare (they redistribute food to communities in need), CrewNation (the LiveNation COVID crew fund), StageHand (similar to CrewNation, but UK based), Bluebell Wood Children’s Hospice, and paying Louis' own touring crew! The tickets go on sale TOMORROW. If you can't afford one, Luke Massie (founder and CEO of Vibe Tickets) is giving funds away on twitter to fans who want to watch the show! “I’ll do my best to help as many of you as I can see him and his amazing crew perform,” he said. Louis has said that there is no cap on the ticket sales, so I’m taking him at his word and hoping that Veeps is prepared for what's about to happen (they're REALLY not lol.)

And that’s not all!! The press release for the show promised “songs from… ‘Walls”...alongside a few surprises” (I - could it - new music????), as well as “an exclusive range of new merchandise” that comes out tomorrow! The merch proceeds will go to the charities listed above. And! The Telegraph published an interview! Louis promises AN UPCOMING NEW ALBUM (“I had basically penciled down a plan before corona took over our lives”). He says again that he wants to move into the KMM style rock sound, “I think there were some songs where I took slightly more risk and owned what I love, saying, this is who I want to be..there is a certain energy in [KMM], in its delivery, in its attitude, that I want to recreate. People are struggling at the moment so I want to create a raucous, exciting atmosphere in my live show, not a somber, thoughtful one.” He says that he wants this next album to be more optimistic, because that is who he is, but new songwriting is HARD during a pandemic: for him (like for all of us), his days have fallen into a routine, and so he has no ‘new experiences’ to draw from. And, once again, Louis brings up John Frusciante and how he “fucking wishes” he could chat with him. Louis - drop your RHCP stan account PLEASE! We also learned that fans were RIGHT in speculating that he’s been in LA recently (though likely not for the reason the Telegraph wants us to think). About his travels, Louis says, “[The spot he goes to] is remote and kind of weird, and I’m going to go there for three days and write. I don’t know why I’m so drawn to it... it’s got some very interesting (peculiar?) locals who live there...it feels like you’re going back in time when you’re there.” ANY COMMENT, @/visiteroda??? And, in a rare look ahead, Louis reveals that he wants to manage an all-women’s rock band playing instruments (hey, friend, you know where women could play instruments? YOUR OWN BAND, MY DUDE! Just a suggestion). He said that his process with Syco had become “challenging and frustrating” because the kinds of artists he wants to develop aren’t “ready-made” - he sees a lot of artists that were “rough and ready” but labels want to see “something that works straight away”. But with Syco dust in the wind he can get back to it: HELL YEAH! The band he’s currently got his eyes on is Fickle Friends (an indie Brighton all-female rock band); he says this is the kind of band he wants to manage, “because there’s no one in that space. And I know eventually if I don’t do it, someone else will!”. Guys, I say this a lot, but really, Louis is about to make some WAVES in that space and I can’t WAIT to see it play. But first the concert, please!

AND!!!!!! Harry has been NOMINATED FOR THREE FUCKING GRAMMYS!! GUYS, HE MADE IT! The categories he is up for are: Best Music Video (Adore You - the TASTE), Best Pop Solo Performance (Watermelon Sugar), and BEST POP VOCAL ALBUM! I know that we’re always like, Grammys mean nothing, and how can we feel otherwise 1D was never nominated, but this is a MILESTONE in his career, and I am so happy to see his work getting the recognition it deserves! There were no nominations for him in the general field this year (artist or record of the year) BUT just you WAIT. Everything that Harry does makes me think that he is gearing up for a very long and successful career and I am. Very Happy for him. And so is everyone else! Harry’s friends, family, colleagues, and labels have all been quick to congratulate him on his well deserved recognition. In other Harry news, we got some stills from an Austrailian movie called “Holding the Man” which bear remarkable similarities to the Golden music video. (Were Harry's Vans really in there as a tribute to the film or did that part just work out very well for him??) The movie and the song don’t have anything in common thematically except being gay, but it really looks like a visual homage to this film (or, my personal theory, a fix-it fic to give it a happy ending!). And! Harry was papped on the DWD set with Florence Pugh again today, in a suit and an opulent background - it’s hard to make out Harry’s face, but I think we can guess that it's beaming in pride, as it should be.

GQ Spain did a piece on Liam’s Hugo capsule, praising it for being “the utilitarian style” (“the star trend of 2020”). They’re very nice about it, and seem to be genuinely interested and like the color scheme of the clothes: “the monocolor look...is an irrefutable argument in men’s clothing”. They also praise the collection for being an example that “you don’t need to spend hours in front of a mirror to dress like the best dressed men on the planet”. All of these were meant to be compliments, I SWEAR! Niall was around on Twitter yesterday, reminiscing about the time when some fans asked Justin Beiber to take pictures of them with Niall, it's true Niall that IS hilarious and also good psychic timing: that's EXACTLY how relevant Justin Beiber should be (yes I AM bitter the Weeknd was ROBBED). He also congratulated Shawn Mendes for his documentary, “So proud of this boy. He’s smashed it and always so humble. Well done to everyone involved.X”. I have not seen this documentary but if there are any more “Camila Cabello orders bananas at sushi restaurants moments” PLEASE let me know!

#louis tomlinson #Harry styles #Liam Payne #niall horan #woah WHAT A DAY OH MY GOD #okay well i loved This thank you #also Louis wanting to expand tje Brit rock scene to include more women is uh #badass and I love him #anyways!#song of the day!#apple pie by Lizzy McAlpine

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astrogations · 3 years

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Giving theme songs to a bunch of Hal ships because I can and I’m in the mood but I try to keep it short.

(they all can be read as platonic too if you love gen content as much as me)

Hal x Carol - If I Can’t Have You (og by Shawn Mendes but I’m talking very specifically about the Skylar Astin cover he did on the show, Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist. It’s because the angst of not being able to be on the right time with each other comes through on that. Also because I find it more pure and more meaningful than the original version.)

Hal x Barry - Cotton Candy Skies (by Esthie. It’s a pretty short song but the repetetiveness is meaningful. It’s kind of sad for a Halbarry song, but listen to it and tell me it’s not the euphoria they feel when they’re with each other and how their superhero business keeps them apart just as much as it brings them together.)

Hal x Bruce - Michelangelo (by Alberto Rosende, performed in the TV show ‘Shadowhunters’. One thing I’ve noticed a LOT in halbruce stuff is colours, and I really think this song captures the sort of secret world these two make with each other, away from the public and everyone else. Also it has angst but somehow makes you feel high in a good way!)

Hal x Ollie - Skyway Avenue (by We The Kings. I don’t think people would think of this song as particularly matching but I really feel it fits. It has a little aspect of challenging each other and pushing each other to be better which really encapsulates Hal and Ollie especially because they come from such different backgrounds. But the song also details the joy they feel at seeing each other, how hyped they get, how they just want to run with each other till their feet get too tired to even walk. They’re both really impulsive together too.)

Hal x Diana - She’s So High (by Tal Bachman. Okay, this is kind of a one-sided perspective song but it still counts. Hal always feels like Diana can do better than him but she still keeps reaching out to him and she keeps taking the first step and he just can’t even believe it’s happening.)

Hal x Clark - Middle of Somewhere (by The Neighbourhood. This is so them, I can’t. They don’t even know how they connected, because somehow the strings of their lives just wove together and now they’re here with each other and both are thinking ‘oh, this maybe isn’t so bad’. They’re in their own galaxy but it doesn’t even matter, because all they can see is each other for the first time and the setting is only stars everywhere because they're starting to understand each other’s figurative solar systems.)

Hal x John - Hold Back The River (by James Bay. They’re so often caught up in action because of their jobs, but it helps them understand each other and they truly see each other. Those tiny moments really make them want to take a step back and just gaze at each other for a little while, and even though they may go a long time without talking, they’ll always hold a place for each other because in the end, they find their way back.)

Hal x Guy - Rock Me (by One Direction (it’s their best song btw). Not only does this song have the fiery energy they have together, but it also shows the ups and downs of their interactions. How they’ve had all these moments in the past, and they really miss those and regret things they’ve said/felt about each other in the adrenaline of some particularly angsty moments. They found each other as a temporary safe space but they maybe feel like it shouldn’t be temporary.)

Hal x Jess Cruz (is this a thing?) - Dancing Shoes (by The Score. They just never thought that they could fit together because they thought each other’s values were too different. But there was something there and they wanted to try it at least, and it wasn’t easy, they hurt each other a lot accidentally at first, but they persevered because that’s how much they care about each other.)

Hal x Sinestro (for yokes lol) - Bob Dylan (by Fall Out Boy. Idk it’s just very funny to think of this song as embodying them because at the end, the essence of them is just obsession and attention,)

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mgkconfessions · 3 years

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Happy New Year! <3

I have to post my opinion about their New York trip like this, because I don’t know how to split all of this into multiple answers for your confessions! ^^

I don’t know about you and I might be speaking too soon, but since this blog is all about theories and thoughts I'll tell you anyway ^^. To me it seems like Kells is taking steps back from focusing so much on Megan and making everything about her to concentrate more on his family, friends and on making headlines because of his work again. In other words he’s starting to act more like his old self. This won’t happen immediately and it isn’t completely in his control either, but when he spent the nights at the studio last week, it already reminded me of old times and him and Megan also stopped with their public “private” paparazzi pictures for now and I don’t think that’s because Kells and Megan decided not to sell their relationship anymore, because they're still doing that, but they seem more distant than before and maybe one of them got tired of making everything always about their relationship. It seems like before he left to fly to Montana the mood between them was already off and although they’ve seen each other and smiled for the paparazzi when he came back, in private videos from friends Kells recently seemed often less interested in her than usual, for example on Thanksgiving he sat with his back turned to Megan and paid more attention to Casie and Ashton or at the beach birthday party they didn't stand together, Megan looked completely out of place and like she only came to pick him up. When you remember how they didn't leave out any opportunity to showcase their relationship in the beginning, the New York trip was the third opportunity that he missed to post something lovingly about their relationship now. The first missed opportunity was Thanksgiving, second one was Christmas, where I fully expected him to post something about Megan and how "happy" he was that he found her and she was his best gift of the year. Something over the top and cheesy like that. But he didn’t post anything and instead came back to Instagram for the first time after a long time with a whole post dedicated to Casie, emphasizing how he took her to New York to show her the ball drop in person. Although Megan was there too, he didn't mention her with one word. When they flew to Cleveland for the opening he still included both of them in his post, but this time it was only Casie and overall it seemed like he was also focused so much more on her and gave her as much attention and love as he could during their short trip. Their pictures and videos turned out so wholesome and adorable, I won’t be over their cuteness for a while and I missed random, but real content like that from him a lot :’)!

In my opinion about what I said how Kells seems to become more involved with his friends and family again and keeping the attention more on his music and work, showed throughout the whole trip too. A big role in this played Megan too tho by simply being weirdly absent from every group picture and even the ones from them arriving at the hotel. Usually she’s attached to his hip, but Kells could even be alone in an elevator with Casie and Ashleigh! :D Maybe they took pictures of Megan, but it would be weird that no one wanted to publish them then and her behaviour is literally not wanting to have anything really to do with Kells’ friends and family since they started dating, so her being absent from the whole group isn’t anything new. I also don't believe in the theory that she did that to let Kells get all the attention, because why did she then show up for the first time ready and prepared to kiss Kells after his performance in front of the press? When everything was more low-key and private, she didn't want to stand in his light and steal the show, but for the official part of their trip after his performance when all eyes and cameras were on him she thought this was the perfect moment to show herself to not make everything about their relationship again? She used his prime time to show herself, did the minimum in their private parts and got her headlines for just being there although Kells was the one with the performance. Also she didn't leave it at the kiss, she had to show everyone how she only sees him as a child, a lamby, again by cleaning his mouth like he’s 5 years old and embarrass him in front of the paparazzi. Megan always puts herself and how she looks first, no matter how humiliating and awkward that would make everyone else look. She didn’t came to support him, she came to put on a little show and get her headlines with the least amount of effort.

I’ll talk about their awkward interactions and kissing pictures more later, but first I want to mention Slim’s live stream, because it further shows the whole theme of the trip: Kells focusing on Casie more than on Megan and Megan low-key not being able to handle not being his centre of attention ^^! You can see in the back of Slim’s live stream and also in videos from Dub and Baze that after they all went back from their performance the rest of the group was already waiting for them, like Megan, and she came immediately into the room when the boys walked in to greet them. This time with a big smile on her face, but nevertheless her fingers under her chin she tried to look happy and enthusiastic as if she already felt that this trip Kells wouldn’t be all about her, so she needed to put more effort into getting his attention and with effort I mean following him around and interrupting his moments with Casie. At first Kells was busy celebrating with the boys and hold on to Dub while jumping around with him, which is also a closeness with the boys that we haven't seen for a while from Kells, before he quickly ran into Megan’s direction as if he suddenly remembered that he has a girlfriend waiting for him too lmao. Now in Slim’s live stream you can see in the background that Kells likely spent around 6 or 7 seconds in Megan’s direction before he was already standing at the other side of the room. Then Megan follows him, but doesn’t get his attention, because he already turned around to pick Casie up and hug her for around 30 seconds before he threw her on the bed and the way Casie was laying in his arms, you could tell that she didn’t plan to let go off her dad any time soon. She would have stayed there even longer ^^! When Kells walked towards the bed you could see how Megan was still following him, but what else is she supposed to do when in all these months she didn’t make any other friendly connections with the rest of the group and usually excludes herself. Kells is her only attachment figure and she never looked like she wanted to change that and get actually and seriously involved with other important people of her twin flame’s life. I’ve read and was also told that Ashleigh made a short live stream and apparently the moment she told everyone that she was live, Megan scooped closer to Kells. Another example of how she is always focused on not leaving out a camera moment and playing couple when she knows she's being filmed. Remember Randall's live stream where Kells and Megan had already walked passed him, but Megan pulled Kells back to shove her face into the camera, the moment she found out Randall was live too? Same energy!

Then I assume they all went down again to watch the ball drop and I don’t know when exactly what happened and in which order, but it’s also not important this time. But we got the cutest video of Kells grabbing Casie, holding her head with both of his hands to shower her with kisses and then holding on to her and hugging her. What did Megan do? Stand awkwardly behind him and then trying to interrupt their daddy-daughter-moment to start a conversation with him while he was still holding on to Casie. I wonder if Megan’s children were at home without mum and dad, watching that exact moment of the show and having to see their mum standing there with her new lover and his daughter celebrating the new year instead of being with them. Brian and Megan were both wrong for putting their partners over their children that day! And now we’re talking about Kells and Megan’s awkward kisses with open eyes, half hugs while the other hand is deep in the pocket and incredibly weird tongue licking that made Shawn and Camila some competition. Now compare how Kells showed Megan any type of affection with how he acted with Casie. Two different types of love, but usually people still show affection in the same way and intensity. While he was so loving and caring with Casie and you could easily tell how much he loves her and how much he wanted to show her that, his affection with Megan was quite lazy, lacking of any real love and to use Sommer’s words: half assed. From neither of them it seemed to come from their heart. It looked more like a duty, a show for the paparazzi or just lust. Again look at the video with Casie, compare it to the pictures with Megan and you won’t find anything that justifies their statements about how deep their connection is which comes from a place of deeply rooted love and not superficial lust. Kells even kissed Sommer with more passion than Megan and he was basically cheating on Sommer with Megan!

You could argue how Megan is probably acting more carefree with Kells when there aren’t any cameras and she doesn’t know that she’s being directly filmed and then she’s a lot more affectionate with him, but is she? Because in this snippet, where she first took a picture with a fan and Kells was laughing besides her and moving closer to her, the moment she realized his closeness, her head jerked away from him, maybe because he startled her, but even when he went in for a half hug while his other hand was resting in his pocket, she moved her entire upper body away from his arm before he even touched her and pulled her down even more. She literally leaned out of the hug after she had already moved her head away from him like she didn’t want him to touch her and get close to her at all and it also seems like her arms were in front of her body again, so she was completely blocking him. Obviously they have physical contact and kiss each other and all that, but I’m questioning how much Megan is really into that and if most of the time she isn’t just putting on an act for everyone involved when she has to and it benefits her and the rest of the time she’s more annoyed by him and in a “don’t touch me” mood. She called him a wildfire and tsunami, she wanted to date the rock star, but she doesn't seem to be able to match that type of energy. Actually she seems to be turned off by it and like she doesn't know how to handle Kells, when he's "too much" and feels more embarrassed by him. But Kells is a person who easily goes to extremes and can be a lot to handle and you’d think that at least his own twin flame would have no problems to deal with that since they’re two halves of the same soul.

Two days after New Year’s Eve Kells posted another series of pictures from their trip. We already know how he sees Megan as a sex object more than a woman with a personality for example when he proudly had to tell everyone that Megan is getting his dick everyday that wishful thinking lol and by including the awkward and really embarrassing tongue licking picture as the only couple picture from that trip to show everyone how he’s the one shoving his tongue down Megan Fox’s throat, only proves that even more. It isn’t about love, it isn’t about Megan as a person who he fell in love with, he’s dating every guys’ wet teenage dream for his ego and it’s becoming more and more obvious how this relationship is lacking so much real love and real interest in each other so they have to exaggerate everything because they want to act like this is super deep and the real deal when it isn’t. Megan is only here for the PR pictures and to become relevant again and occasionally lets Kells get close to her, but overall she always looks uncomfortable and like she was forced to spend time with everyone else and Kells is just in this relationship for attention, to stroke his ego and pride and to prove something to himself and everyone else. It’s crazy how obvious this has become. There was another cute moment of him on the floor with Casie and Megan filming them asking him like a true mum would ask her 5 year old son why he's lying on the ground instead of I don't know, lying on the other side with him? Sitting on the ground too and just enjoying that he played on New Year’s Eve in New York and let that experience and achievement sink in? Megan can act however she wants to act, but in my opinion Kells needs a girl that would just lie next to him without hesitation and not question why he's doing "weird" things. He doesn’t have a stick up his ass and neither should his girlfriend!

I hope that he will change a lot of things 2021 and his tweets and him being more active again on social media make me hopeful, but we will have to wait and see how Kells will surprise us this year!

Bottom line: The moment Kells seems to act more like himself again with focusing on his daughter, friends, family and music, he also seems to start focusing less heavily on Megan and leaving some of their staged paparazzi pictures behind while Megan seems to become more clingy and desperate the less attention he fully gives her.

#nyc 2020 #part 3

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nike-shawn · 4 years

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Vampire Shawn Prt 2

Here’s part two! It kind of fills in a lot of gaps, but be prepared for a ton of fluff and protective Shawn next part! Send in any ideas you have for this series!! I’ll try and have it done by Halloween 👻 🎃

You’ve been sitting on your couch across from Shawn who’s perched at the end of your coffee table, his long, gangly legs awkwardly bent in front of him. You can tell that time is passing by the waning daylight outside, but you can’t quite become conscious enough to do anything about those long stretches of minutes sprinting by you.

You keep grazing your fingers over the bite mark.

Shawn is definitely not okay, either. He looks sad and guilty, like a puppy that just peed on the carpet. Right now, his hands are cupped over his cheeks and his elbows are resting on his knees. You absentmindedly glance up at him.

“So,” you ask, your voice raspy from disuse, “what does this mean? Am I a vampire now?”

Shawn lets out something like a laugh, snorting through his nose. “No. The whole world would be vampires if that was the case.”

“Okay,” you say with a hint of annoyance, “then why am I different? Why are you freaking out? Have you never done this before?”

Shawn removes his head from his hands and wearily meets her gaze. “I’ve been... like this,” he gestures at himself, “for ten years. Was turned by some dying vampire in the woods behind my house. When we start to feel ourselves growing weak, there’s something biologically that forces us to create another one of us. To preserve the population, I guess.”

“So you can die? I thought you lived forever.”

“We can die if another vampire kills us. Like, they have to stab you through the heart and do this stupid little encantation and...” he trails off. “It’s not common. There aren’t a ton of reasons why anyone would wanna kill another vampire, but I guess the guy who turned me got himself in a bit of trouble. I was just there at the wrong time.”

You hum your understanding. Shawn searches your eyes for something, and he must’ve found it because he continues on with a bit more zeal than before. He says, “I’m very young by vampire standards. Ten years is a drop in the bucket for us. Most of the time, we find someone to spend the rest of our days with around one hundred years old or so, which is still pretty young. But I guess I just got lucky because... um.” He gets embarrassed here, refusing to meet your eyes. “Because when I bit you, there was this feeling of contentment and happiness and like... security? I guess. And usually, that coupled with bite marks that scar instead of instantly disappear means you’re my person.”

You start to feel chills creep up your spine. “I’m your person? What does that mean?”

Shawn stands and starts to pace. He looks incredibly out of place in your minuscule apartment, looking just too tall and too handsome for the shabby furniture and peeling wallpaper that surrounds him. He’s nervous. So, so nervous, in fact, that you start to feel sick yourself, that anxiety that you only feel before a test or performance creeping into your chest and refusing to budge. Shawn, still pacing, answers you with visible reluctance. “Since we live so long, any semblance of a relationship with any human just ends in heartbreak and depression. So, evolutionarily, we developed these soulmates. People who our hearts kind of match with. And I guess you’re.... you’re mine.”

You try not to get too caught up in the basics, instead pushing him further into the specific, important implications this has on your life. “So I live forever then? Because then you won’t have to lose me.”

“Right.”

“And I’m just expected to stay with you for the rest of my life?”

“Rest of our lives,” he specifies. “But yes.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

Shawn laughs for real this time. You scrunch up your face in disgust at his suddenly cocky attitude. He recovers and says that “you won’t be able to be with anyone else. For some reason, when you were born, our hearts aligned. Anyone else just won’t do it for you. It’s painful to be away from me.”

“God, you’re so full of yourself,” you scoff.

“No, I’m not. I’m telling you the facts. If you try to move on without me, you will actually be in physical pain.”

As he says that, you feel a slight pull towards his body. Your mind starts to consider forcing yourself away from Shawn, to show him just how much of a jackass he’s being, but even the thought makes this electricity thrum through your veins and take over your every thought, saying get closer, don’t leave.

It’s then that you start to feel scared. “You can’t just make me do this,” you say, your heart beating out of your chest. “I don’t want to live forever. I don’t want to watch all of my family members and friends die.” You start to tear up. “I wanted to get married and have kids and...” you trail off, letting the tears run off of your face.

Shawn watches you sadly. You feel trapped. The walls around you seem to be closing in, forcing you into a life you didn’t want to live with a boy you barely knew existed. The limited knowledge you have about his lifestyle is enough to force you out of complete denial and into some kind of mourning, a loss of an innocence you didn’t know you had, a complete disregard for everything you supernatural. And now you must reckon with what you brushed off as fairytale in the most personal, most direct way.

And the only person who knows any possible way to get you out of this overwhelming pit is the one who threw you in it.

You look up at him. He’s no longer nervously pacing, but just looking at you with so much sadness that you feel almost worse than before. He obviously feels terrible for putting you in this position. He didn’t mean to do this to you— he was just trying to eat. And now you two are bonded for the rest of your lives... however long that may be.

“Do you want me to help you out?” Shawn asks tentatively. He creeps forward one step at a time, careful not to invade your space. “I think there’s this thing you can do to your soulmate, like a kind of energy transfer? I know you’re in a tough... a tough spot, right now, so I can give you some of my positive thoughts?” At your silence, he dejectedly looks to the floor. “Or I can just help you sleep. Maybe you just need some rest.”

You nod and accept that offer, happy to have a solution that pushes everything to the future. You can deal with this when you wake up.

Shawn softly smiles at you and asks, “where’s your bedroom?” You lead him down the hall and push open the door to the bedroom you thankfully just cleaned (not that you should be worrying about that— guess he’ll eventually see your less than satisfactory cleaning habits if he is supposed to spend the rest of his days in your presence). You sit on the side of your bed with your legs hanging over the side, waiting for him to say something, do something to make you drift off.

But he just stands there.

“Are you gonna help me fall asleep?” You ask impatiently.

“I... uh. I have to be touching you.” He shifts from one foot to the other. “I could probably just hold your hand but it may take a bit that way. I don’t know, um, but if you’re comfortable with it—”

“It’s fine, Shawn,” you say tiredly, crawling across the mattress and burrowing under the blankets. “Just help me forget about his, okay?”

He nods and looks grateful for your permission as he kicks off his shoes and finds himself laying beside you. He puts a careful hand on your hip, as if to ease into it, before gently easing you onto your side and molding his front to your back. Immediately you feel warm and comforted and like you just came home after a long day, like you’ve had all this tension building and building and you can finally let it go. Your eyes start to droop and Shawn loses the stiffness in his position. You can feel his breathing start to even out.

And you drift off to sleep with the smell of his cologne tickling your nose.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

It’s morning when you wake up again.

The sunlight is weak and new, so you guess it’s around seven in the morning. The rays of light drift over your bedroom in a way that makes it look magical, and you’ve never seen it quite like this. You wonder if it’s maybe because you’ve become attune to the other types of magic in this world and, suddenly, you’ve started to see it everywhere.

Shawn’s still in his position behind you, his hand having migrated underneath your shirt and laying flat against your stomach. Normally you’d feel self conscious or repulsed by the intimacy of it, but there’s a security in knowing that no matter what you do, your soulmate is attached to you for life. No need to feel self conscious when the handsome boy spooning you physically has no choice but to love you.

Love you. What an odd concept. Will you love Shawn? Will he love you? Unavoidable conciliation and love are extremely different things. Do the two eventually coincide with time? Is it possible for you not to love him with this magical little romance bond you have?

You sit up to force your brain to stop overthinking, trying to give it something else to focus on. Your eyes narrow in on the phone screen that just lit up on the floor. It isn’t yours— the screen reads “Nathaniel” with no last name and no contact picture.

You shake Shawn’s shoulder. He wakes up quickly, almost like he was never fully asleep. “Hm?” He murmurs.

“Your phone’s ringing.”

He looks over to where you’re staring and makes his way over to it, his knees cracking with the movement. He squints at the screen for a moment before sliding his finger across and walking out of the room. Before he closes the door you hear him greet the caller with a quiet “hey, man.”

So you start to go about your morning as usual, as if you hadn’t been made immortal and given a super hot vampire boyfriend to have and to hold for the rest of your lives. Routine is essential. As you brush your teeth and put on the music you always do in the morning, you slowly start to feel back to your old self, back to the girl who assumed she’d retire at 65 and die by 90. The girl who thought she’d get married by 30 and have kids not long after. The girl who didn’t know about stupid, handsome vampires.

Time moves by quickly and soon you’re debating whether to go to class or not. Is it all pointless, now? Do you still need a degree if you’re gonna stay 21 forever? What happens when you’ve worked somewhere for 15 years and haven’t aged at all?

Your pondering all these questions when Shawn opens the door and smiles at you before slipping his phone in his sweatpants pocket. “Hey, good morning,” he says politely. “Sorry about that.”

“Who was it?” you ask, pretending not to be too interested.

“Nathaniel. You’ll meet him soon. He’s one of my friends, lives at the house.”

“The house? Is that a code for something?”

“No, no. It’s just a place for new vampires to go, to get started. They give you a place to live, a couple pointers, and then you’re sent back out into the world. But they keep tabs on us for the rest of our lives, I think. I don’t know. Maybe there’s some kind of cut-off age.” Shawn shrugs. “Either way, you’ve gotta head over there within the next hour. You’re not technically a vampire, but he wants us to meet with him, clear a few things up.”

You lick your lips and decide that you’re definitely skipping class. You tell him, “if you’re going I’ll go.”

That seems to make him happy. He squeezes your hip as he passes by you, picking up his flannel off of your floor. “Okay then, that was easy enough,” he says with a lift in his voice you hadn’t otherwise heard before.

The two of you start to walk from your apartment to the place where Shawn parked just a block or so away. It’s a nice fall morning and there’s only a slight chill in the air.

You’re in comfortable silence when you see the spot where Shawn stopped the first time you met him, saying he heard an animal who was hurt. The image of him doing that, of him standing in the leaves and dirt with his head peeking into the woods, seems so foreign and far away from the boy you have right beside you. That Shawn was kind, sure, but mysterious and with a hint of darkness lurking beneath his skin. This one is glowing and so beautiful and genuinely happy to be with you. Whether it’s the new soulmate status or just your blossoming realization of his charming personality, you walk a bit closer to him, bumping your shoulder to his bicep every once in a while.

You and Shawn reach his car and he comes around to open your side. You blush. “Thank you,” you say.

“It’s no problem,” he replies casually. He makes his way to the drivers seat and blasts the heat for you. The leather of his seats are cold and worn but you’re slightly distracted by the way his hand reaches out and briefly touches your thigh. It’s almost like he forgot that you had only just met, because as soon as he meets the fabric of your jeans, he jolts away like it was hot.

But you can’t really ignore the way the smallest of touches sent butterflies through your whole body.

Shawn explains to you that when you enter the house, there will be young, inexperienced vampires crowding you, hungry for anything they see. You tense. He seems to recognize your apprehension and hurries to explain, “they won’t actually bite you though. They can’t. That’s why your bite marks will never go away— vampires will know that you’re mine.” At the phrase, you see him blush. “And they can’t fuck with you then. It’s illegal to bite someone else’s mate.”

“What does it mean if it’s illegal? Is there some like,” you wave your hands around to illustrate a grand building, “higher court of vampires, or something? Is there vampire jail?”

Shawn doesn’t take your questions as lightly as you intended. “No, Y/N. If you fuck up, they just kill you.”

You wish you would melt away right there. “Oh.”

“There’s an overpopulation of vampires as it is. We don’t have any real predators and we live forever. Even accidents like car crashes or freak situations can’t kill us— we heal insanely fast. So, if it’s decided that you ignored the rules and endangered a rule-abiding vampire, you’re done. Cut.”

“Wow. That’s harsh.”

Shawn’s signature easy-going nature returns as he laughs a bit. “Yeah, really harsh. But it makes it safer for you, so. I don’t really mind.”

His sudden protectiveness makes a ball of warmth spread from your chest outwards to all parts of your chilly body.

Maybe being stuck with him forever wouldn’t be so bad after all.

What did you think? I really love any and all feedback from you guys!!

There should only be one or two parts after this, but send in any of your ideas for vamp Shawn. also send in any requests for blurbs or longer fics like this one!

Part Three

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Some fluff hc for shouto with a s/o who lip sync love songs to him

todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: pure fluff

word count: 1,665

A/N: i loved this request so much as soon as i started actually writing it out, like ngl at first i was like OMG HOW DO I WRITE THIS, but i figured it out. anyways i now how over 200+ followers and that has me Q U A K I N G so i wanna do something fun for all you people i manipulated into liking me LOL, i hope you enjoy anon! please let me know if you do :D (edited because song lyrics messed up on mobile)

if you had to be known as something in class 1-a, it would be for your ability to effortlessly perform karaoke ((even if you weren’t that good of a singer, you were entertaining)) and the classes bimonthly lip-sync challenge extravaganza champion

you had won five out of the eight competitions, not that you were keeping tracks or anything

you just loved the energy of a good lip-sync, it was basically acting for people like you and your peers who were not made to be movie stars

so it really did not surprise anyone when you joined the baku-squad to randomly approach your fellow classmates, and school mates and break out in a flashmob type performance, only with lip-syncing (minus bakugou because he refused to even participate in these actions)

so the second you began unironically lip-syncing at every time of the day, your boyfriend shouto was both ready, and not ready in the slightest

it started off small

when you and shouto had planned a date to go off-campus and plain and simply “get lost”

shouto knew immediately he had made a mistake when he asked you if there were any plans tonight so the two of you could go out, and you squealed pulling out your phone and picked a great song

“Do you got plans tonight, baby? I was hoping I could get lost in your paradise. The only thing I’m thinking ‘bout is you and I, And I-I-I can’t get you off my mind, Can’t get you off my mind. I can’t seem to get you off my mind, yeah. Let’s get lost tonight, Let’s get lost tonight, Baby, you and I can’t seem to get you off my mind. Let’s get lost tonight.”

you dramatized your actions as Shawn Mendes voice filled his room.

“well, if I’m being honest, maybe I should date him instead…”

“TODOROKI-KUN!”

it then happened again a few days later, you had been baking with the girls in preparation of midterms because sweets always helped make the suffering the tiniest bit more bearable.

you, however, needed to study, and despite shouto’s everyone’s disproval, you still were actively participating in baking when you and mina weren’t busy trying to contract salmonella by eating the different batters when momo and tsu weren’t looking

“y/l/n, you need to study…” shouto spoke as he watched you spill the contents of the flour bag into a measuring cup for momo

you shook your head defiantly, already knowing that your boyfriend was going to come down and tell you to leave and so you were ready, so you merely raised your phone,

“But girls, they wanna have fun. Oh girls just want to have, That’s all they really want. Some fun. When the working day is done. Oh, girls, they wanna have fun. Oh, girls just wanna have fun.”

you playfully danced around the kitchen as your lips never stopped moving in synch to the lyrics, and you made your way over to shouto, a grin on your face

pressing a kiss to his cheek you giggle, “I’ll be up once we put everything in to bake, I promise!”

as soon as you had returned to shouto’s room to study, he was giving you a very judgmental look as you kissed him, a smirk on your face as you clicked play

“y/l/n, I swear if you play what I think you’re going to–”

“Oh no, not I, I will survive. Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I’ll stay alive. I’ve got all my life to live, And I’ve got all my love to give and I’ll survive. I will survive!!!!!!!”

you wiggled your eyebrows at shouto who accurately assumed what song you’d lip sync for him

shouto stared at you, a complete deadpan

as you laughed in supreme joy of getting the boy annoyed, the laughter turned into shrieks as shouto launched himself towards you, tickling your sides

“I WILL SURVIVE!!!” you cackle in between gasps of breath as he kisses you softly

weeks later, you held yourself in attempt to bring warmth to yourself in your cold room because even with two blankets and the heater on, you were cold

stupid winter

deciding to risk getting caught by night owls like kaminari and sero, you snuck into shouto’s room where he was writing a letter, most likely to his mother because he hadn’t had the time to go see her recently

“wow, the old man is still up!” you say in honest shock and complete playful mockery

“now I regret staying up so late, I have a crackhead in my room.” shouto responds back and your jaw drops

he was so good being witty, it was unfair

“shouto, I’m cold.”

“I don’t feel cold.”

“wanna dance with me?”

“I don’t really want my feet to be stepped on…”

you puffed your cheeks out in mild frustration as a knowing smirk sat on shouto’s face, he had gotten too good at detecting when you would serenade him with another lip-sync, but even if he had deflated your joy in annoying him, you still played the song

“yeah, im still playing with it, deal with it!”

“Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, With somebody who loves me. Oh, I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody, With somebody who loves me.“

you smile contently as shouto allows you to snuggle up close to him as the two of you sway slowly in his room and you realize quickly how less cold you feel

“are you using your quirk?” you whisper into his chest unsure if the heat now flooding your system was created by shouto, or caused by him

“hm, no. do you want me to?”

you smile and shake your head, “I’m perfect right now.”

it’s your guys’ graduation ceremony, and as an old tradition, your class was going to go out all together. it was mina’s choice and so she chose for the class to go dancing at some club for 18+-year-olds.

you stood ready in your favorite partying outfit knowing that tonight was going to be one of the final nights where you would not be obsessed with hero work and would be with your high school family like this

you were scrolling through your phone looking for a song that you wanted to lip-sync to shouto before you all left because it had been weeks since you had an epiphany and you hadn’t gathered the nerve to tell him it yet

“Hey, y/l/n-chan, can you go get todoroki? he’s the only one not down here yet.” mina asked and you nodded your hand

“you guys can go.” you insisted as you had found the perfect song, “we’ll catch up!”

the class nodded knowing that the two of you weren’t the type to hookup during the time and so they left taking most of the part excitement with them

gathering your nerve, you climbed up the stairs to shouto’s room, your phone grasped in your hand

you walked in on shouto wearing a pair of plain black slacks and a simple white T-shirt that was snuggly fitted, and you choked on your tongue at his appearance

shouto glanced over at you and smiled, “what song is it? I’m not really aware of any hurry-up-now-please songs.”

with a shaky finger, you pressed play on the song, tucking away the phone and walked towards shouto who turned and looked at you in near disbelief

“Wise men say only fools rush in, But I can’t help falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can’t help falling in love with you? Like a river flows surely to the seaDarling, so it goesSome things are meant to beTake my hand, take my whole life tooFor I can’t help falling in love with you. Like a river flows surely to the sea. Darling, so it goes, Some things are meant to be. Take my hand, take my whole life too, For I can’t help falling in love with you, For I can’t help falling in love with you.”

you break away from shouto who you had wrapped your arms delicately around his shoulders as you managed to sing along with the song, a blush staining your entire face, tears misting in both of your eyes

“I-i’ve fallen in love with you.”

and poor shouto has no idea what to say, so instead, he reacts

he places a kiss to your lips as he holds you close

“I’m in love with you, too.”

I honestly had sooo much fun with this??? I love doing lip-synch during finals week because the stress of everything really makes songs entertaining to perform!!! songs are listed here by order of appearance: is Lost In Japan by Shawn Mendes, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper, I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor, I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) by Whitney Houston, and Can’t Help Falling In Love by Kina Grannis. (((its the cover from Crazy Rich Asians and I love that cover, fight me)))

bonus!

it had been four years since graduating and shouto was getting ready to propose and the entire class 1-a was waiting for shouto to arrive

“how do you think he’s going to do it?” uraraka sighs dreamily as she stares at her engagement ring on her own finger

“better not be fucking stupid.” bakugou mutters from the opposite end of the room

“I don’t know about you guys, but if shouto doesn’t propose by lip-synching ‘Marry Me’ by Jason Derulo, or ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, I think I deserve to take y/n from him.” kaminari joked as he remembered that old playful thing you and everyone else were semi-obsessed about

“I’ll take some of that action!” mina laughs

everyone quiets up as shouto walks in, “so, I have an idea. I hope you guys like it…”

#todoroki shouto #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki headcanons #todoroki fluff #bnha writing blog #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha todoroki #bnha headcanons #mha #mha x reader #mha headcanons #mha todoroki

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inmytaste-blog · 5 years

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Señorita

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: A very encouraging Shawn and a self-confidence under construction

A/N: Another fullfilled request which made it into my askbox just today! I didn’t want to delay it and fall behind since Shawn released his new song just yesterday. This was very pleasing to write and I really liked the way it turned out. I hope I made that anon’s request justice and I truly hope it lived up to their expectations! Once again, feedback is very much appreciated and I would like to hear your thoughts on this piece! Till next time, happy reading!

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‘’Are you serious? A new song along with a new music video? Shawny you are treating your fandom so well lately, I’m impressed’’ you said, placing your arms around his neck and giving him a slight peck on his cheek, pleased with the news.

‘’Aye, does my fandom include you as well?’’ he said lowering his much larger figure in order to capture your lips in a proper kiss.

‘’I don’t think I want to disappoint you now that you have a lot on your plate babe’’ you jokingly stated and freed yourself from his tight grip, heading towards the kitchen.

‘’I think this answer pained me more… Nevertheless, I know you are the craziest fan there is no matter what you say’’.

Hearing Shawn’s words, you realized that he was more than right. You were indeed his number one fan and you always fangirled hard when something new was on its way concerning his career. So when Shawn announced to you that he would be working on a new song, you were on cloud nine. Someone would say that you were more thrilled when Shawn had a new project to deliver than himself and they wouldn’t be exaggerating. You knew something was coming up due to endless phone conversations and meetings between Shawn and Andrew so when the bomb exploded you exploded too.

‘’Whatever you say Mendes’’ you slyly replied and plopped down on your couch.

‘’So tell me more about this song. What is the concept behind it? Will you be singing alone or will it be a duet? When will you start shooting and rehearsing? Why are you so secretive?’’

‘’First of all, you are bombarding me with questions love. How can I answer all at once? Secondly, I can’t reveal anything else yet. Telling you was risky as it is so you will get no more information for today. Sorry.’’ Shawn explained and your face fell.

You weren’t really urging him to tell you everything because you knew that this industry works with a little bit of secrecy as well but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were disappointed that you wouldn’t be getting any more insights and details concerning his newest work. At this point, you wished he hadn’t shared anything related to this new song whatsoever because now you wanted to know everything there was to know.

‘’Fair enough. Guess who’s not getting any love from me today’’ you half-jokingly said and moved further away from Shawn to the other end of the couch.

‘’C’mon Y/N don’t be such a baby. Everything will be announced to you when it is the right time for it to be’’ Shawn argued and proceeded to hug you.

You slightly pushed him off but eventually gave in to his touch because deep down, you knew he was right. It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t go into more depth about his work and it surely wasn’t fair for you to know everything beforehand while all his other fans around the world were kept in the dark. Besides, what’s the fun in knowing everything and having no suspense in your life?

That was something Shawn really adored and appreciated on you. It always made him feel safe and relaxed and it surely helped him more when he was ready to perform, shoot or record a new piece. His job was already pressuring enough and sometimes it got to the point that he would even call it suffocating. Having someone who was genuinely understanding and encouraging was a true bargain for him since he really wanted to leave his work back in the studio and be met with relaxation and relief when he got home.

And you offered him just that. You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to date Shawn so you promised more to yourself to be the best version of you just for his own sake. You were more interested in his well-being than anything else especially when you found out all the story concerning his battles with anxiety in the past. You truly believed he was a person that deserved all the best in the world and you were more than honoured when Shawn chose you to be his companion; his rock who would give him all the best.

There were of course times when you would cross the line and you would be pleading for him to share something more when he was preparing something new but you knew when to stop. Shawn knew as well that you were firstly a fan and secondly a girlfriend when it came to his music and he was really thankful to have someone so supportive and so caring. But when he declared that he was in no position to share anything else, it was your signal to accept it and stop questioning further.

‘’Okay okay. I understand. But tell me at least this; will you be singing on your own or with other people as well?’’ you asked, aiming your puppy eyes at him, a feature you knew very well he couldn’t resist.

‘’Ugh, you are playing dirty Y/N, giving me this look which gets me everytime’’

‘’Please?’’ you pressed a little more.

‘’Okay, it will be a duet but this is all I have for you. Now, what movie does my number one fan want to watch with her superstar?’’

Truth was Shawn wanted nothing more than to stop playing games and just confess to you everything he knew so far about his new music video and song. It physically ached him to withdraw information from you, especially when you were being nothing but patient and enthusiastic with his hectic lifestyle. The only thing which was keeping him behind was the fact that he had arranged to sing and shoot with you. You were nothing close to famous or artistic, besides the very well-organised blog you were maintaining dedicated to your talented boyfriend, but other than that you had no contracts or business with the music industry.

However, Shawn wasn’t on the same page with you on this matter. He had heard you singing when you had first started dating and he was mesmerized by your voice. It combined a sweetness and a raspier metal which had driven him insane. He still remembered that moment up to this day and he never hesitated to ask you to join him when he was singing in his studio, even if it was for fun. The most outstanding thing of all was a file in your computer which consisted of some covers you had attempted when you first discovered Shawn’s music. Shawn really wanted to listen to them but you only agreed when you were official and you trusted him completely.

When his ears were met with the sound of your melodic voice, he felt like someone had casted a spell on him. The words of In My Blood acquired a completely new, a more profound meaning when they left your lips and they were interlaced with your unique sounds. He couldn’t help himself but transfer all the covers you had saved in that file to his phone without any second thoughts.

From that time on, he always made sure to raise the levels of confidence you had about your singing skills which to be frank, were the lowest they could be. It really puzzled and it even saddened him to know that his girl was so talented but she couldn’t appreciate her skills more. So the least he could do was ask you to sing or at least hum something when he was falling asleep or to accompany you in your private shower concerts. He was a sucker for your singing and you still laughed about it when he would praise you. But this never stopped him from getting the most he could of your beautiful voice.

Now Shawn tried to take things up a notch. He hated to know that your talent was not getting the recognition and the appreciation it deserved so when Andrew came up to him with a new suggestion for a song and a music video, Shawn realised this was the opportunity he was seeking.

‘’So, I was thinking that after the success of If I Can’t Have You, the fire’s still at your feet and another release will really keep the fans at the edge of their seats. What do you say?’’

‘’Y-Yes yes. Are you serious? Now that my tour is on, I have inexhaustible energy. Tell me all about it’’. Shawn wanted nothing more than to keep his portfolio full and this new song was the perfect chance for him to introduce you to the world of professional singing.

‘’Okay. My first thoughts have to do with the artists you will be singing with. I’m really rooting for a duet but if you want to include more artists, it’s up to you mate. What are your thoughts so far?’’ Andrew proceeded with the details and Shawn was more than ready to spill your name.

‘’Okay. I don’t know if you will see eye to eye with me about this and I can already tell you will be taken aback but my suggestion is Y/N’’. There was no turning back now. The only thing he could do was pray that Andrew would agree for you to do a duet with Shawn.

‘’Y/N? As in your girlfriend Y/N? Shawn are you sure? I mean I have no evidence that she can sing. Plus we don’t have much time to call her in and arrange a sound check with her’’

‘’I don’t think that will be necessary’’ said Shawn and he was quick enough to pull his phone out and let the room be filled with your version of Lost In Japan.

‘’You are a smooth motherfucker. I am waiting both of you next time for the rehearsal’’.

Shawn hadn’t really filled you in on what was going on so when he told you that you would be going with him to the studio you were a bit bewildered.

‘’And why do I have to come as well? Can’t you see that I am all comfortable watching Friends?’’ you matter-of-factly stated and Shawn dragged you from the couch.

‘’It is a surprise. Now get your bum up and go get ready. We are leaving in five’’.

‘’Okay okay sir’. But you’re buying me ice cream later’’ you pointed your finger at him and he chuckled.

‘’I sure am’’.

Shawn felt a little bit guilty that he hadn’t been completely honest to you about his duet but he knew that if he had spilled the beans and asked about your consent, you would be negative. Heck, he didn’t even have a clue what your reaction was going to be now but he decided to take his chances and risk it. He really needed to get you out of your cocoon and show you what you were really capable of, something you always kept your eyes closed to.

‘’Hello Andrew. It’s been a while. How are you?’’ you inquired when you reached the correct floor and Andrew hugged both you and Shawn.

‘’Shawn’s been a pain in the ass but I manage. How are you feeling sweetheart? Are you ready for your first?’’

‘’Um excuse me? What first?’’ you turned your glance at Shawn who was picking at his nails and was looking nervously at Andrew.

‘’Shawn dude, didn’t you tell her anything?’’

‘’I wanted it to be a surprise! Don’t blame me!’’ Shawn put his hands up and looked at you.

‘’Anyone care to explain?’’ you hated being excluded from what was happening so you were growing more aggravated by the minute.

‘’Y/N, dear, Shawn has brought you here to work on his new song called Señorita. You will be his duet for this song and for the video of course’’ Andrew explained and your jaws were on the floor. Shawn very well knew you were in no place to share your singing with the whole world and he still went and got you into this.

‘’Shawn what is he saying? What did you do?’’ you turned your attention to him and he cupped your face.

‘’I know you are going to pull the ‘’I can’t be exposed to basically the whole planet and my singing is not even that good’’ card but please hear me out. When I first listened to your voice I was amazed. You remember my first reaction. I instantly felt like an apprentice in singing in front of you. During those two years we’ve been together, I am more than pleased to see that I am the reason for the growth of your confidence when it comes to singing. Y/n please consider singing with me. Your talent deserves to be exposed and applauded’’ Shawn concluded and your vision had gotten blurry because of his speech.

‘’But-but how does Andrew know that I can sing? How does he know that this isn’t gonna be a flop?’’

‘’Um I know believe me’’ Andrew chimed in and just on cue, Shawn wiggled his phone between his fingers.

‘’You shady bastard’’ you smacked Shawn’s arm and he playfully acted as if he was hurt.

‘’So, what do you say baby? Will you be my Señorita in this song?’’

You still felt a little bit out of place and your guts were telling you that you would surely mess this up but the look Shawn was giving you and the feeling that he would be right beside you the whole time, boosted your courage and your confidence. Not really trusting your words at this point, you gave Shawn a shy nod and you swore that his eyes were like small stars radiating their glow.

‘’Is that a yes? Y/N baby you will not regret this I promise you’’ Shawn hugged you and lifted you up in the air before giving you a reassuring smile.

‘’Thank God. I don’t think I would be able to get someone else if she turned this down’’ Andrew remarked and you both fell in a fit of laughter.

‘’Okay. Get your sheets with the lyrics, get in there and blow me away’’.

Getting into the recording space, you felt your palms getting damp and your head slightly dizzy. Shawn must have felt your uneasiness and he placed the microphones opposite of one another, so that the only thing in front of you was Shawn and no one else. This little gesture put your nerves at bay and with a final confirmation, Shawn signaled for Andrew to start recording.

Throughout the song, your eyes were focused on the piece of paper which contained the words that came out of your mouths. You didn’t dare take a glimpse of Andrew, fearing that if you saw his disappointment you would collapse and this whole procedure would be wasted. Surely, this was the last thing you wanted, the first one being to please Shawn and not to embarrass him. He trusted you enough to get Andrew to agree and have you here singing so you just couldn’t betray his trust.

Reaching the main chorus, your eyes travelled to Shawn who was giving his all during the song and it dawned on you that it was the first time in a while that you were seeing him recording a song. Only this time, you were a part of it too. Shawn’s eyes fell on yours and the smile he gave you was enough to let you know that you were doing a pretty decent job for a first time. You knew that the song was going to be a bop nonetheless and being with Shawn in the act, really made you understand why all of his songs always made it at the top of the charts.

‘’ I love it when you call me Señorita

I wish I could pretend I didn’t need ya

But every touch is ooh la la la

It’s true la la la

Ooh I should be running

Ooh you know I love it

When you call me Señorita

I wish it wasn’t so damn hard to leave ya

Ooh I should be running

Ooh you keep me coming for ya’’

Shawn really adored the way the song was turning out. When he had first scanned the lyrics, the only person he could picture himself singing it with was you. The thing that he felt most freaked out about was that you both had first started seeing each other as friends before this fling between you two had developed. So, at least for Shawn, this song was once again speaking to him on another level. He felt really connected with it and now that he was singing with you, it made him feel even more connected to you as well. It would be a thing that would always remind you of what you are capable of when you are together and how the one makes the other discover something fresh for themselves.

Andrew was dumbfounded when you both started singing together and he was positive this was going to be another success for Shawn. He felt really relieved that you had decided to give this a go since the music industry was a department that was always in need of fresh blood and upcoming artists who had a flash of talent. Besides, the chemistry you had with Shawn was authentic and rare so the need to construct something similar with someone else was totally unnecessary.

‘’All along I’ve been coming for ya

And I hope it meant something to ya

Call my name I’ll be coming for ya

Coming for ya, coming for ya, coming for ya

For ya

(Ooh she loves it when I come)

For ya

Ooh I should be running

Ooh you keep me coming

For ya"

The song came to an end and if it wasn’t for the air conditioning unit in the small room, you would be a sweating mess. The look you exchanged with Shawn while the last words of the song were being spoken, really showed you how much Shawn loved you and that he truly believed you deserved to be loved by other people for your immense talented soul.

‘’And it’s a wrap. Guys…’’ Andrew started and you closed your eyes, not really wanting to be confronted or let down by his next words.

‘’You were fucking bomb. This is gonna be the song of the century. Well done. And Shawn, thanks for persuading our little star here to work with us’’ he said giving you a high-five.

Hearing Andrew’s words lifted all the weight off of your shoulders and you felt ten times lighter. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined working with Shawn in a professional and official manner but here you were, blowing both of the boys away with your singing.

‘’Wow. That was-‘’ you didn’t let Shawn finish his sentence and you connected his lips with your very own in a passionate kiss.

‘’Thank you. For this amazing experience and for believing in me when I just didn’t’’ you truthfully said to him and his arms tightened around your shorter frame.

‘’I thank you for bringing out the rest of the passion I have for this job. You see, singing with you makes me feel things. And now that it happened for a much larger audience, it made me the happiest man alive’’.

Just before you could say or do anything else Andrew’s voice echoed through the walls, making you both jump.

‘’Don’t rest on your laurels kiddos. We still have a music video to shoot!’’

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saltnhalo · 5 years

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inspired by if I can’t have you by shawn mendes, and this video

Dean looks out over the city lights of Toronto as the cold wind tousles his clothes, bites at his skin. His glass of whiskey, half-forgotten, is held in tightly curled fingers.

This isn’t fucking sustainable, Dean. Running from country to country, chasing your highs, forgetting about everyone who helped you get where you are.

It’s been two weeks. He’d thought time and distance would help, the endless string of shows and performances serving as a distraction, but it hasn’t. His thoughts keep returning to—

It’s going to get to a point where you put your music, your ego, above me every time. It already is. You’re blind if you don’t see it.

He grits his teeth. It’s not selfish to want to be successful. He’s worked so hard to get here, and now that he’s finally achieved his dreams, he shouldn’t be told to step it back. People want more. Everyone wants more.

…Almost everyone.

Goodbye, Dean.

Dean’s hand shakes as he lifts the glass of whiskey to his lips. He takes a tasteless sip, looks out over the hollowly beautiful view for another minute, then turns and walks back into his room.

It’s 2am in Montreal, and Dean lies awake in his hotel room, looking at his phone.

He knows he shouldn’t be doing this—he needs a clean break, otherwise it’s going to mess with his head. He trusts that Crowley knows what he’s been talking about, since it’s his management that’s made him so successful, and so he’s tried to stay away from everything that could remind him of…

Of Cas.

Clearly, he’s failing.

Every message that he scrolls past hurts more and more, every sweet flirtation or news about their respective days, shared comments and confessions of fears, aspirations, love. Cas’s absence burns like a hole in his heart, and reading his texts only makes it hurt so fucking much more.

Over and over, he reads: I love you, I love you, I love you.

Does Cas even still feel that way about him? Or has he moved on already, too over Dean and the consuming nature of his career to care?

As much as Dean wishes he could say the same, that he’s doing fine on his own and he’s happy…

It’s not the truth.

Dean’s hotel room in New York has all the comforts and luxuries that a young music star could ever want, but that’s not what he’s absorbed in right now. Instead, he’s a third of the way through the expensive bottle of rum that was provided to him as a courtesy from the hotel, drunkenly doodling images and random song lyrics into his notebook.

He’s trying to use his newfound insomnia to write new songs, but no matter what avenue he tries to take with his writing, or which themes he focuses on, his thoughts always come back to Cas.

He always comes back to Cas. And Cas always comes back to him—or he has done, for the last three years they’d been together.

But this time… Dean is starting to realize that Cas may not actually come back. No matter how many times he’s typed out a text, he’s deleted them every single time, and never actually had the guts to reach out.

Likewise, Cas hasn’t contacted him since the night that they fought. The night the he ended… them.

And that realization is fucking terrifying, because it’s starting to put things into perspective for Dean.

If he can’t stop thinking about Cas—not even when he’s onstage, or in his hotel with a glass of liquor, or even writing a brand new fucking song—then maybe he made a mistake in letting Cas walk away. Maybe he’s made the biggest fucking mistake of his life.

And if he can’t write a song that’s not about Cas… maybe he should stop trying not to.

He finishes the last of his glass, sets it down, then puts pen to paper and starts to write.

The song, in itself, is pretty simple. It’s Dean, in all his essence, saying all the things he would say to Cas and confessing just how much he’s missed him in the time they’ve been apart. It’s a long shot, he knows, and he might have done too much damage to their relationship already, but he has to try.

“Crowley,” he says into his phone, as he sandwiches it between his ear and his shoulder and fiddles around with guitar chords. “This tour is going to be my only one this year. I’ve gotta focus on other things. Can you make sure the press knows before my show tonight?”

“What? Dean, you—“

Dean cuts his manager off before he can get any further. “I’ve made my decision, Crowley, I won’t let you change my mind. Just get it done.” He hangs up the phone before Crowley can protest much more, and the accented squawking is cut off mid-rant. He’s got more important things to think about—like chord progressions, and performing a completely new song, and whether Cas is going to actually use the ticket and VIP pass that Dean had requested be delivered to his apartment this morning.

Dean sits in his dressing room, ten minutes before his show is due to start, and looks down at his phone. The news outlets have been going wild all day with the news that this will be his last and only tour for the year, but he couldn’t care less about that. Amongst all the people who have been texting him or tweeting at him, the one person he really cares about, really wants to hear from, has been radio silent. The most recent text in his conversation with Cas still just says we need to talk.

He tosses his phone onto the table in front of him and runs his hands through his hair. Regardless of whether Cas is here tonight, he’s still gonna play the song—he didn’t pull an all-nighter on it for nothing—but the longer it goes without hearing from him…

The more Dean worries that the damage he’s done is totally irreparable.

There’s a knock on his door.

“Come in!” he calls, spinning in his chair to face whoever needs his attention.

It’s Benny.

“Is he here?” Even if it’s not Cas at the door, Benny could still be bringing good news—news of Cas spotted in the venue, Cas waiting in the VIP area, Cas wanting to talk to Dean. Just from the look of Benny’s face, though, Dean can immediately tell that that’s not the case.

“Sorry, Dean. No one’s seen him. I’ve been sent to get you, the show’s supposed to start soon.” He opens his mouth, like he wants to say more, then closes it. “Good luck out there,” he says instead, and then the door closes again.

Dean tries not to deflate, tries not to let the news of Cas’s absence crush him more than it already feels like it is. A lot of people paid good money for their tickets tonight, and he still needs to give them what they came for, regardless of who may or may not be in the audience.

He pours himself a shot of whiskey, downs it in one quick swallow, then stands.

It’s time to put on a show.

“How are y’all doing?”

The stadium erupts in wild screaming that makes Dean’s blood thrum with adrenaline and electricity. This is why he loves performing live—the energy that he gets from the crowd has to be one of the most incredible sensations he’s ever felt in his life, and he smiles out at his audience.

“Alright, this next song is… kinda special, actually. I wrote it last night, and this is the first time I’m performing it for anyone, let alone several thousand anyones, so…” He laughs and shakes his head as he takes the offered acoustic guitar from a stagehand. “If it’s no good, then I’m sorry. But I wrote it for someone pretty f—damn amazing, and I was really dumb to let him go, so… if you’re out there, you know who you are.”

That’s all he can say right now, before his nerves and his fears get the better of him. There’s more, so much more, but it’s all for Cas’s ears only (if he ever gets a chance to say it) and so for now, he sits down on his stool, sets his guitar against his thigh, and begins to play.

I can’t write one song that’s not about you…

He can’t hear the audience past his earpieces, so he can get lost in the music, in the chords and his voice and the feelings that well up inside him. The hopelessness, the inability to move on, the longing and the feeling of wrong time, wrong mindset.

He sings out his feelings, everything he wishes he could say to Cas, closing his eyes halfway through and just letting himself go. So much to say, so much still left unsaid, so many feelings bottled up inside him with no way out. Even if Cas isn’t here to hear this tonight, at least it’s a start.

When he opens his eyes again, towards the end of the song, there’s a commotion by the front barriers, people turning to look at someone and the crowd making way for them and then—

And then Cas is standing there, pressed against the barrier and looking up at Dean, one person in a sea of thousands but the only person who matters most to Dean in this single moment.

His heart breaks open, raw and vulnerable, and he fumbles the next chord in front of an entire stadium full of people but it doesn’t matter because Cas is here. This means that maybe, hopefully, he’s willing to give Dean a second chance.

He plays the last few chords, sings the last few lines as he watches a reluctant smile tug at the corners of Cas’s mouth, and barely lets the last note ring out before he’s putting his guitar down and jumping down off the front of the stage. His security team move to intercept him as he nears the barriers, but Benny must say something into the comms, because they step down after only a moment.

There’s nothing standing in between him and Cas now but a metal barrier, and Dean closes the distance eagerly, as though it’s just the two of them and no one else. Cas reaches for him as he gets close, curls his fingers into the lapels of his jacket and kisses him. The crowd screams. Dean doesn’t care.

The kiss only lasts a few brief moments, but there’s so much in it. There’s relief, and frustration, and the joy of being reunited. There’s passion.

There’s Cas.

When they separate, Cas’s hands still cling to Dean’s jacket, as though he’s unwilling to let him drift away again. Dean leans close, the edge of the barrier biting into his chest. “You came,” he says, breathless and exhilarated. Cas is really here.

“I did.” His voice is quiet over the noise of the crowd. Dean leans in closer to hear him, always gravitating into his pull.

“You didn’t use the pass I gave you.”

Cas gives him a wry look, one eyebrow raised. “I bought my own ticket, Dean. Are you really cancelling the rest of the tours you were planning to do later this year?”

“Yeah. Someone made me realize that there are more important things than how many chart toppers I can release and how many stadiums I can sell out.” He pauses for a second, then adds, “It’s you, Cas. You’re the important thing. And the someone. Just in case it wasn’t clear.”

For the first time, Cas grins, wide and gummy and happier than Dean has seen him in a long time. “It was clear, Dean, but thank you. It means a lot to me that you’ve thought about what I said. Really.”

Dean’s heart flip flops in his chest, and he grins like an idiot. “I don’t know how I ever thought I could put anything above you, Cas. I… I need you. I want to make this work.”

The corners of Cas’s eyes crinkle. This time when he pulls Dean in for another kiss, it’s softer. Gentler. “Me too,” he says when they pull away, and the corners of his lips curl up. “I think you have a show to finish. I’ll meet up with you after?”

Dean can’t think of a more perfect way to end the night. “Deal,” he says, but as he turns away to head back up to the stage, Cas grabs him loosely by the wrist to get his attention back.

“Oh, and Dean?” He grins, and Dean leans back in, enthralled by him and whatever it is he has to add. Cas squeezes his wrist gently, his eyes soft.

“I really liked the song.”

#dean winchester #castiel #destiel #profoundnet #spncreatorsdaily #light angst #pop star dean #musician dean #singer dean #breakups #reunited #fic #emma's writing #spn #deancas #fluffy ending

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shawnmendeslatinamerica · 4 years

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SM THE TOUR - Q&A LONDON (APRIL 2019)

(NIGHT 1)

Q: What's your favorite song that you've created?

A: It changes all the time, it depends on the week. Right now it's 'Why'.

Q: Would you collab with?

A: I would love to do something with Miley Cyrus.

Q: I'm from South Africa, would you ever consider going there?

A: I would 100%, I'm dying to go there!

Q: If you could go back in time who would you collab with?

A: If I could go back in time I would write a song with Elvis!

Q: What's your favorite song by Ariana Grande?

A: I really love 'Best Mistake' feat. Big Sean!

Q: What's your favorite song to play on bstage?

A: Right now I love playing 'Like To Be You'.

Q: Favorite food in London?

A: I literally breathe Wagamama!

Q: If you could have dinner with any 3 artists, who would they be?

A: Elvis, Jimmi Hendrix, and Tom Hanks!

Q: Favorite tour memory?

A: Brian got punched in the face! Or when he sprained his ankle!

[ Q: Are you aware that Roger Taylor follows you on Instagram?

A: I am aware!

Fan: You're one of 22 people he follows!

Shawn: *pulls out his phone to follow him back ]

Q: Would you ever change your last name?

A: I would never! If I did, it would be 'Shawn Lightning' or something!

Q: What’s a risk you’ve always wanted to take?

A: I always debate whether I should swear on stage! I just think that in life, if you can say it without swearing it’s better off, but sometimes I’m about to swear, then I swallow it. I said it once and it was weird!

[ Q: We know you love your knitted sweater...

A: I wore my knitted sweater 4 days in a row, I know!

Fan: Would you learn to knit?

Shawn: To be honest with you, I don’t wake up every morning thinking, ‘Wow, I wanna nit!' ]

Q: What made you write ‘Hold On’?

A: I wrote that song because I was missing my dad and my mum. I wrote it because I had a conversation with my dad one day when I was super homesick and basically wrote our conversation down.

Q: Your skin always looks perfect, what’s your skincare routine?

A: I’m not lying when I tell you guys that I don’t wash my face! I meditate a lot. I think skin is very based on how you’re feeling. You could rub dirt on your face & if you’re happy, you won’t break out!

Q: Do you have a favorite poem or saying?

A: I should as a songwriter, but I don’t! I can’t commit to ONE saying or poem to be the thing for my life because life is always changing.

Q: Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

A: I wanna do acting! I wanna be sitting in this seat right here doing a Q&A with you guys, except we’re all older! Maybe some of you guys have kids!

Q: What was your inspiration behind ‘Shawn Mendes’ and what makes it different?

A: I was 17 when I wrote ‘Illuminate’ and I was 18/19 when I wrote ‘Shawn Mendes’. I’m never going for a vibe, I go into the studio like I’m gonna write a song about my life right now.

Q: When you write music, do you have the lyrics in mind or the melody / guitar chords first?

A: Always the guitar chords before the lyrics. Sometimes I write an entire song of melody before I have one lyric…that’s not good!

Q: Can you do a British accent?

A: Not right now! I just got so nervous the second you said that!

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(NIGHT 2)

Q: What does the M&G mean to you?

A: It puts a feeling into a city when I do the M&G and Q&A. I understand the people, like if you guys are funny, caring, empathetic... I get on stage knowing you guys.

Q: What is on your rider?

A: Lots of bananas, nuts, every type of tea you can think of, and protein bars. And something you don't expect... tequila.

Q: What is something you think everyone should do once in their life?

A: I think everyone should jump off a waterfall into freezing cold water!

Q: What is your favorite musical?

A: My favorite musical is 'In The Heights'!

Q: How is Jake?

A: He tore his achilles and he just had surgery yesterday. He's at home now! Thank you for asking, I really appreciate it.

Q: What do you do to inspire you?

A: I drink 17 coffees until I think about the next lyric!

Q: What are your plans after tour?

A: In May, I'm gonna go in the studio and do some writing. After tour, I think I want to do some acting!

Q: What's your biggest dream apart from your music career?

A: I don't have any other big dreams apart from being able to tour the whole world for the rest of my life.

Q: What's your favorite part of Sziget?

A: Sziget? We're in London right now? I don't remember, it was a blur to me!

Q: What are your top 3 favorite John Mayer songs?

A: 'Dreaming With A Broken Heart', 'Walt Grace's Submarine', and 'Why Georgia'!

Q: Do you feel that you’ve reached a milestone in your mental health?

A: It was a milestone for me to say that I don’t take medication anymore but it wasn’t me deciding that I’m never gonna feel low again. It was just me celebrating that moment of victory right there.

Q: The European leg is over, how has it been?

A: I always get very sad when I leave Europe! It’s different. It’s a different atmosphere. Everyone is so free and open, the judgement level’s are super low. And I always find that as a person, I grow.

Q: What mades you choose ‘Another One Bites The Dust’ as the song before the show?

A: I’m trying to channel Freddie Mercury! You guys don’t see me but I’m under the stage going like this as hard as I can right when you guys are out there dancing!

Q: What’s your favorite song you’ve written?

A: I don’t have an answer to that because I always change my mind about my favorite song! But right now, ‘Why’! Not why, but the song ‘Why’!

Q: If you had to feature on John Mayer or Justin Timberlake’s album, which would you choose?

A: I would say John Mayer. I love Timberlake but John Mayer is my all time!

Q: Have you ever hurt yourself rocking out too hard to your own music?

A: Yeah, totally! My finger is bruised and cut because I strum the guitar extremely hard. Sometimes I go to strum it so hard, I just miss the guitar entirely!

[ Shawn: Amazing flower crown… Where did you get that flower crown?

Fan: I don’t remember, I got it 4 years ago..

Shawn: So today you woke up and you went into your 4 years ago old box? ]

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(NIGHT 3)

Q: (a little girl) Who is your favorite crew member?

A: Your dad!

Q: Who is your favorite 5SOS member?

A: I can’t answer that question! I don’t have a favorite member of them. I like them all for a different reason!

[ Q: What is the best bad decision you’ve ever made?

A: It couldn’t be bad if it was the best.

Fan: Yes it would!

Shawn: No it wouldn’t! I honestly don’t remember because I’ve never thought about it!

Fan: I KNEW you were gonna say this! ]

Q: How do you keep the show fresh for those who have seen it multiple times and for you?

A: There’s always a song that was the peak and a song that wasn’t as good. Right before I go on stage, I go, ‘90% of the audience hasn’t seen the show.’ You guys are the 10%!

Q: What makes ‘Why’ your favorite to perform?

A: I love it because it’s so different from the other songs. It’s just my favorite song on the album. Also. The second I wrote it, I was like, ‘This is the coolest song ever.’ I think it’ll always be one of my favorites.

Q: Was ‘Where Were You In The Morning’ based on a personal experience?

A: YES. What’s your question?

Q: What's your favorite drink?

A: Tequila!

Q: If you could go back in time and change one thing, what would it be?

A: I would remove all the khakis I wore!

Q: Did you win at bowling the other day?

A: I didn’t! I suck at bowling!

Q: Would you consider changing the lyrics in ‘Particular Taste’ tonight to ‘Only dances when it’s Taylor’ instead of ‘Kanye’?

A: I think that’s very appropriate! I’d say that!

Q: Is there anything you regret not doing?

A: I think the most important thing is that if you love someone, tell them. The second you find them.

Q: How do you motivate yourself to work hard?

A: I don’t have to, ‘cause I have all you guys!

Q: Favorite memory from the European leg?

A: Probably Brian getting punched in the face! Or Brian spraining his ankle! I wasn’t there for both times, when I’m not around he hurts himself. I’m kidding. Every show has been really fun!

Q: How do you do all your moves?

A: What moves do I do?!

Q: Did your piercing hurt?

A: The cartilage hurt. Mine still hurts. I got it pierced like 4 months ago!

Q: What’s the weirdest rumor you’ve heard about yourself?

A: I’ve heard something about my nipples, the amount of fingers I have, that I can speak 10 languages.

Q: Would you ever consider volunteering for any causes?

A: I would love to! I think there’s a million things I could do. To be honest with you, I don’t have time at the moment. I’ve been touring for a long time. When I have some time off that’s the first thing I’ll do.

Q: Plans when you go home?

A: Eat every ounce of food I can find!

Q: In Japan, how did you feel when you saw the rainbow lights [fan project]?

A: I remember that, it was beautiful! That was very sweet of you guys!

Q: You started tour in Amsterdam, why do you love Amsterdam?

A: We’re in London right now! There’s a cool energy in the city. It has a very old feeling about it, like I’ve gone back into time.

Q: Have you ever written a song lyric, and you’re like ‘oh my God, my parents will hear that!’

A: I’ve not released songs because I’m like, ‘I don’t want my mom to read that!’

Q: If you could switch lives with someone, who would it be?

A: I wouldn’t choose anyone. I wouldn’t like to live anyone else’s life but mine!

Q: This is your last show, are you planning to do anything particular in the show? For example, I’m thinking you play ‘Perfectly Wrong’.

A: It’s not the last show of the tour though! I’ll be back, I promise!

Q: Do you think with your head or your heart?

A: Probably with my heart to be honest with you. I should think with my head a little more!

#shawn mendes #mendes army #shawn peter raul mendes #smtt: london #sm tour: london #tour: london #sm #qanda #tbt #april #2019 #shawn mendes the tour

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loove-persevering · 5 years

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I’ve Been Waiting..(Shawn Mendes Imagine)

Description: I was watching the trailer for the movie ‘Yesterday’ and the line ‘’I’ve been waiting half my life for you to wake up and love me,’’ just really inspired me to write this so enjoy!

‘’Don’t run!’’ You yell at the kids as they make there way outside, it was the last day of school and it was field day making them beyond crazy. You loved your job as a teacher, you really loved all of the kids you taught and it was amazing to see them grow each year.

You watched as they ran around from one station to the next bringing all their energy with them as they did so. After a while they got called in for lunch, the parents had taken care of lunch so you decide to head back to your room and grab the one you had packed for yourself. You were scrolling through your phone on twitter as you walked down the hall to your classroom when you came across a video.

It was a video of Shawn and a girl at a club, something that you had been seeing very often lately. You sigh watching how close they get in the video, you roll your eyes and quickly exit out of the app. Shawn and you had been best friends your entire life, it seemed like you didn’t have a memory growing up that didn’t involve him in someway. You had met him when you were five and he had been with you ever since, when you went on your first date, when you broke your nose on the trampoline in front of your crush...who was the one who accidentally broke your nose.

The thing was you were in love with Shawn, and he had no idea not even a hint of one. You had never told anyone and it was hard for you to even admit it to yourself at first, you realized it a few months ago that you loved him. When he went on tour the first time it was hard because you missed your best friend the person you did everything with, but this tour was different you weren’t only missing your best friend you were missing the man you loved, and that was one of the hardest things. You talked everyday but you found yourself being envious of the girls he gave his time to and thats when you realized you were in love with him. It had grown over the years but you knew from that moment forward you’d never love anyone like you loved him.

You got to know everything about him, you watched as his career went from filming in his room to selling out stadiums. You watched as he went from small awards shows to performing and being nominated for a grammy! It wasn’t only you watching him grow though, Shawn was there when you got accepted to college, he was there when you graduated, and he would call you even now when he got the chance to and ask how school was going.

You knew he was coming home today, it was perfect timing for the summer, he had about a month off until tour started and then he would be back on the road again. It seemed like it had been so long since you last saw him, but today you’d finally get to and that was all that mattered.

The day went by pretty quickly after that, you tried to not remember the video you saw but you still felt that aching in your stomach as you thought about him with someone else. You weren’t mad just envious that she got to hold him and touch him in a way you could only dream of. Once you get off work and wish your co-workers a good summer you were out the door and on your way to his house. You pulled up to his house seeing the front door open and you quickly get out running to it and flinging it open, before you knew it you saw his familiar curls standing only a few feet away. You don’t even remember it but you somehow ended up in his arms only a few short seconds later both his arms wrapping around your waist. You pull away finally seeing his face and you notice the crinkles by his eyes as he smiled widely at you, it was your favorite thing to see.

‘’Fuck, I missed you!’’ You say to him pulling him back into a hug.

He squeezes your body as you hug him again this hug lingering a bit more as his face was buried in the crook of your neck. ‘’I missed you,’’ He says simply. You greet the rest of his family and catch up for a few minutes before Shawn asks you to come outside with him, you out onto this back porch and sit down in one of the chairs looking up at him, ‘’So,’’ He sighs.

‘’So?’’ You say laughing at him, ‘’What’s up?’’ You ask.

You watch the smile on his face grow slightly, ‘’I met a girl,’’ He states. Your smile slowly begins to fade as realization hit, he invited you out here to tell you this? ‘’I invited her up to meet everyone, she’ll be here next week will you come to dinner with us?’’ He asks eagerly still looking at you with his contagious smile.

You look down at your hands filling with the ring on your finger sliding it up and down, how could you tell the man you loved how much it would hurt to see him with another girl? A girl that wasn’t you? ‘’Uh, maybe I’m pretty busy these next couple weeks.’’ You lie.

He laughs, ‘’Doing what? School ended today, it’s on a weekend anyway,’’ He says.

‘‘I just don’t think I’ll be able to make it Shawn,’‘ You say feeling yourself grow irritated.

You watch as his face scrunches in confusion a look of hurt flashes in his eyes, ‘’Woah? What’s wrong with you?’’ He asks.

You sigh and answer, ‘’Nothing.’’

‘’Well if you can’t come then I’ll just tell you she’s amazing, I really like her,’’ He says and you felt as if it was a punch in the stomach after every word. ‘’She’s beautiful, she’s smart, adventurous, she works in the modeling industry so she get’s how stressful being in the public eye is which is great,’’ He explains.

You felt the tears building up in your eyes as he talked about her, if only he would talk about you like that. You could never compare to a model you were only a school teacher and in Shawn’s book that meant you would never understand what it’s like to be in the spotlight. Shawn grabs your attention after waving his hand in your face and you realize you had been ignoring him, ‘’Sorry, what?’’ You ask him.

‘’I said don’t you think she’s pretty?’’ He asks gesturing to his phone which had a picture of the girl you assumed he was with. You gulp and nod your head at him forcefully, ‘’You okay?’’ He asks when he finally notices your face. It seemed like when you cried your face immediately gave it away even before a tear could fall, it grew red a blotchy which made it impossible to hide your feelings.

‘’Yeah,’’ You smiles forcefully, ‘’I should go, I have to go make dinner,’’ You say.

‘‘You’re not gonna eat here?’‘ Shawn laughs slightly. You push yourself out of the chair quickly getting up and walking toward the door of his house. ‘‘Y/N, really what’s wrong you’re being weird,’‘ He says looking at you oddly.

You sigh your hand was on the door knob and you turn around to face him figuring that was the best way to do it, ‘’You don’t get it do you?’’ You ask him. He looks at you confused, ‘’I’ve been waiting half my life for you to wake up and love me.’’ You say to him.

You watch as his eyes widen, they meet yours and you see sympathy in them and you realize that it wasn’t reciprocated. ‘’But I’m a school teacher, and she’s a model and I can’t compare to that,’’ You say feeling the tears fall down your face.

Y/N..’’ Shawn begins to say but you cut him off.

‘‘You don’t need to say anything Shawn,’‘ You pause. ‘‘You’re famous, and I could never understand what that’s like, I get that.’‘ You say and you watch him wince at the repetition of his exact words. ‘‘You’re one of the best guys I know, one of the best songwriters out in the business right now and I’m so happy for you,’‘ You choke out. ‘‘But I can’t do this.’‘

Shawn takes a step closer to you taking his hand and touching the side of your arm, ‘’Do what?’’ He asks quietly.

‘‘I can’t watch you with another girl and be fine, I can’t’‘ You explain and you watch the realization hit his face, ‘‘I’ve been waiting for you to realize that maybe I could be more than just you’re best friend, that I could be more than just the girl who grew up with you. But I know now that I can’t I will always be that girl to you, that’s all you see.’‘ You say.

You were full on crying now, you watch his mouth open in shock probably having no idea what to say to you. You didn’t even know what to say, it seemed like after all those years it just all came out right here right now. You quickly turn back to the door and push it open making your way into the house, you notice the eyes of Shawn’s family on you as you step in the kitchen all looking at you with looks of pity. You smile at them graciously before making your way to the living room picking up your wallet and keys before trying to hurry and make it to the door, you hear the back door slam and rushed footsteps make there way from behind you which causes you to move faster.

‘Y/N!’’ Shawn yells as you make it to your car, you turn around watching as he jogs over to you. ‘’Please, stay I want to talk,’’ He says.

‘‘I can’t I don’t want to talk anymore Shawn, I told you what I needed to tell you and you do what you want with that.’‘ You say getting in your car and slamming the door. You watch as Shawn’s figure becomes smaller as you pull out of the drive way backing onto the street.

It felt like he gave you the answer right then and there, the fact he didn’t chase after you and told you what he meant. He didn’t explain his state of shock and that was not only hard for him but you. It just seemed like you were always gonna be just the girl he grew up with, you would never be the girl he’d fall in love with. That was okay, he didn't know and you could never blame him for being too late that was all you. You just wished that he could’ve fallen for you the way you had fallen for him, and you could only hope you’d find your way back up.

Part 2?

Sorry I’ve been inactive:( My job has me working 9 hour shifts everyday of the week because they’re so short handed so when I come home I literally eat shower and then I’m out like a light and wake up and do it all over again. Thanks everyone for being so awesome hoping to catch up on some writing over the next week:)

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When Shawn Met Willow

We’ve worked on this beginning piece for a while now, and we are SO excited to introduce you to the family we’ve been dreaming up for months! Because we wanted to give you the whole picture in terms of how these two started, this one is extra long - we plan on writing shorter blurbs to continue this Family!Shawn theme, and will probably go back and elaborate on other parts of their life together… stay tuned, but for now: enjoy!

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“Large Americano, ready at the bar!”

The coffee shop was as busy as could be expected of a rainy Monday morning. Willow hated the pushing and shoving that was absolutely unavoidable, as every person in the building waited for their drink. The artisan coffee house hadn’t caught onto the mobile ordering system, and she hated them for it.

She managed to make her way to the counter, but just as her hand reached for the paper cup, someone else beat her to it. Turning her head to face the person obstructing her saviour, she let out an “excuse me, sorry...” and withdrew, slightly in embarrassment.

“No, no, you’re good. It might be yours anyway… why aren’t they calling these out by name?” the man joked. She looked up, noticing the kind smile on his face (clearly not local, you’ve not known anyone to smile in this part of the city, especially not on Wall Street) and mustered a chuckle.

For a moment neither of them said anything, as if time froze - just a second - allowing their eyes to meet. As the barista impatiently called out the next drink, the man cleared his throat. His eyes wandered for a moment, then widened at something behind her - “fuck, it’s eight already? Uh - here, you can take this…” he said, ushering the cup toward her.

And with that, he was off.

Her eyes followed his rushing figure before rolling her eyes and taking the drink, nodding her thanks at the barista. Willow maneuvered her way out of the overly crowded place and took a long awaited drink, not yet ready to face another tedious day at her internship. As she lowered her cup, she noticed a scribble on the sleeve: “Sean,” next to a single “A” for Americano.

“Damn it,” she muttered with her shoulders slumping, wishing she had checked before he’d vanished into the crowd. For a tall guy, he blended in quickly.

Back upstairs in her little cubicle of hell, Willow was met with another day’s supply of merger and acquisition paperwork.

She let out an exasperated sigh.

“Dude, it’s not even nine yet. Lighten up!” Claudia pulled a pencil out of her hair, throwing it in Willow’s direction.

“Ow! Jesus, Claud.” she said, turning around to reach for the pencil. As she did, she glanced out the window and caught sight of a small crowd forming under the building.

“Huh. Do you know what that’s about?” Willow asked, motioning towards the group.

“If it’s not one of the Obamas, I’m not interested.” Typical Claudia, Willow thought and rolling her eyes at her colleague.

As the hour went by, the crowd continued to grow into a pretty substantial mob of mostly teenage girls. Maybe Harry Styles was in the building.

Willow refocused for a few hours, paying little attention to the happenings outside of her field of vision. At around noon, she got up to fetch her egg salad from the fridge when she noticed something - or rather, someone - downstairs with the mob. Was it that guy from this morning? He was leaning in every few seconds with each girl, taking… selfies? He definitely wasn't so lost in the crowd now.

-- one year later

A failed relationship with the top investment firm in New York City drove Willow as far away from the industry as she could go. Something about the harrowing reality of corporate America sent her running to the West Coast: she was not cut out to be a tycoon, no matter what her Bachelor's Degree in Business Administration & Economics said about her.

Sitting in her favourite coffee shop in Los Angeles, Willow intently studied her laptop with her camera sitting on one side of the table, and her freshly delivered Americano steaming on the other. The screen receiving her whole attention as she edits her photos from last nights Panic! At the Disco show at the Forum. She’d chosen a quieter area this time, wanting a little privacy and quiet as she worked, a change she’d needed from previous endeavors that hadn’t worked out the way she had planned.

“Panic! At the Disco? Is that from yesterday?” Willow turned around as someone clearly took notice of her work.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I was there!” Fuck. Why did he look so familiar?

“Amazing, wasn’t it?!” Willow tried not to stare, but tried to place him in her head. She swore she’d seen him before.

“Yeah, they always put on a good show! That’s an awesome picture! You work for the venue?” Leaning forward to observe her screen, in a slight awe.

“I do, I’m practically a part of the furniture at this point.” The man laughs, and with a small smile on his face comments “I know the feeling.”

“You work there too? I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere.” Her curiosity getting the better of her.

The man leaned back again as his smile widened a little, humbled by her question. “Mhm, I guess you could say that,” he replied.

The flash from a camera nearby interrupted the moment; it was coming from outside of the shop, the glare intensifying through the window.

“Shawn, we gotta go!” a desperate voice called out, and her new acquaintance turned to respond.

Then it clicked.

Shawn.

“I remember now! New York City last year. I owe you an Americano!” Willow was reminded of that day, and the pieces of the puzzle starting to fall together.

Shawn looks surprised, that was the last response he was expecting, when his eyes flash with a newfound recognition.

“Oh! That was you? Wow, that’s, wow. I did not expect that at all.” Shaking his head and pointing to the screen, “what brings you to-” Another flash through the window and the imposing man calls Shawn’s name again.

“You better go before he drags you out of here, he looks like he’s seriously contemplating that option,” she suggested, hyper-aware now of the men with large cameras relentlessly snapping pics of… Shawn?

“Wait, can I get your Insta? I'd love to see other things you've posted. You're clearly talented at this, and I live for live shows!”

“Uumm, ok, yeah, but I don’t always follow back though… it’s @actuallywillow, pretty simple really!”

“Thank you! I gotta go, if you're working the show at the forum on Friday, I might see you there!” And with that, Shawn turns and makes his way out the door and out into the hoard of men with intruding cameras.

“Um, okay?” Willow spoke in the direction of where Shawn once stood, slowly turning back to her laptop and shaking her head. This was not how she had expected today to turn out.

Iwishiplayedbass started following actuallywillow

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Iwishiplayedbass sent you a message

Hey! Its Shawn, you have some serious talent in photography! I hope I see you again soon!

Hi! Thank you. There seems to be a trend growing with us, so I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.

Actuallywillow started following iwishiplayedbass

Anticipation for the show had Willow in quite a state. She was usually a calm young woman, but she had really worked herself into a fit of nerves over this. What were the chances of her even seeing Shawn anyway? In an arena that holds 17,500 people, ha! She checked over her equipment one last time before entering the familiar building through the side.

Once inside, she was greeted by posters and cardboard cut-outs of Shawn Mendes everywhere, complete with a fanbase of mostly 13 to 18 year old girls.

Willow’s contract with the Forum was unlike her past experiences on Wall Street; they let her do pretty much whatever she wanted as long as she consistently got great content during events. Not a problem, since she was a natural behind the camera. She roamed around for a while before the opening acts took their place, silently observing the crowd.

Was she really this out of touch with pop culture? How had she so gravely misunderstood this guy’s stardom? Probably because he seemed so down to earth during both of their coffee shop interactions - hell, she was surprised that a man this famous still bought his own coffee himself!

A few quick Google searches confirmed that Willow was not a dinosaur - Shawn’s career seemed to have exploded overnight. These Google searches also absolutely confirmed her growing interest in this handsome young man; there was just something about his smile. And his eyes, those eyes look special.

The house lights dimmed and the hollow sound of an electric guitar filled the indoor venue, tearing through her mental haze. Shit, she had a job to do.

Camera held against her body with one hand and her Forum Employee ID in the other, she flashed the security guards as she weaved her way to the front. Pure joy and excitement was pulsing through the walls of the arena, and the audience nearly went insane when a tall, unmistakable shadow appeared behind a layer of fog. While her heart was undoubtedly racing at the sight of him, Willow quickly aimed her Nikon at him, determined to snap some good shots.

Aside from the fact that Shawn was a total heartthrob, the concert ran smoothly. She noted that he was a great performer, high energy and clearly loving every bit of it. As the show was winding down, she felt the temperature of her body spike up as he bounded down the metal stairs leading down to the level of the crowd.

Fuck. He was right there. And coming closer. Fuck. Get your camera! Don’t mess this up! C’mon Willow! GET IT TOGETHER!

He was feet away from her, so close that she could see the sweat glistening off his dark curls in a beautiful, messy, well-entertained heap. She took the opportunity to click away at her camera, capturing his interactions with fans in the front rows as he hugged, smiled, and thanked each person individually. Willow watched and realized he had the it factor. He had the power to make every girl feel special. The sincerity that radiated off him was like a sharp blow to the fantasies that she had subconsciously been entertaining all night - the ones where she magically ends up with this rockstar, too much like a fanfiction written online. While a little voice in her head wanted to believe he was flirting with her yesterday, asking about her photography… she realized that was just the nature of his personality. It had to be.

Suddenly numb from the thoughts, the pictures became easier to take; the fire that was building in her chest a few minutes ago had been put out. He was inches away when she lowered the camera from her face. Another great image for the books. Wait, is he talking to her?

Willow leaned in - the deafening noise of the cheering and instruments was drowning everything out, even her own thoughts.

“WHAT???”

“Can you send me that picture?”

She smiled and nodded: he recognized her. Did he know she was there this entire time?

Shawn smiled back at her, eyes alight with excitement before turning back to the deafening crown. Willow needed a moment to breathe, how had this even happened? How had she not even known? Someone brushed past her, bringing her back to reality. She would have time to analyze later, and bought her camera up before he got too far away. She knew she was just given the photograph of a lifetime, how many other venue photographers got that close to someone like that, someone who she hadn’t even recognised!

With the show coming to a rapid close, Willow planned for a quick escape. She wasn’t sure she would be able to face him again, not in her slightly overwhelmed state. She snapped some final shots, his final moments on stage with his hands in the air and beaming smile on his face, the perfect set up for the perfect shot.

The house lights come up and Willow feels like she can breathe again. The air is stuffy and the energy is still electric, alive with adrenaline mixed with raw emotion that you just can’t find anywhere else. She takes her time heading back to her area, praying he had done the usual ‘leg it to the bus before the band was finished so they could leave the arena without having to maneuver through thousands of people’ thing the majority of stars do following a show and safely make it back to her area. What she didn’t expect was to find a message on her phone from the rockstar himself.

Iwishiplayedbass sent you a message

Hey! I’m really glad i saw you! That sounds creepier than it is, i’m sorry. But, what are you doing now? I’d love to see those photos, and I’d really love to see you. Please say yes? We could have some In n Out???? And just get to know each other?

-- 2 years later

Willow could tell Shawn was nervous. She could tell in the way his palm was sweating in hers, and the way he continuously muttered under his breath. It was also in the way he deflect everytime she asked ‘what’s wrong’ and ‘are you ok?’ with a tight smile that doesn't reach his eyes smile and a “yeah, I’m just ready to be home” before lifting the hand that is holding yours to kiss the back of it and dropping it to swing back and forth between the two of you.

Leaving the airport in Toronto was a hassle, Willow still couldn’t wrap her head around particular fans obsessive need to see Shawn for the few moments between the arrivals gate and the black car ready to pick him up right out front. Shawn’s on edge attitude was not helping the situation at all. The two were maneuvered through to the car with the help of some airport security and Shawn ushers Willow in first before sliding in next to her and taking her hand again. Shawn seemed less tense now, the only sign was his leg bouncing occasionally as he was chatting about random things he loved about tour but how happy he was to have some time off with her.

Pulling up to their condo, Shawn gets out of the car and pauses, pulling out his phone and fires off a quick text before helping Willow out of the car. Making it to the condo was a feat within itself, and Willow kind of hates just how much Shawn takes on tour when it time to bring it all home. Its mid-afternoon when they finally haul it all into their condo and all Willow wants is some food, a nap and cuddles with her favourite man on the couch and absolutely zero contact with the outside world for at least 3 solid days.

“Shall we order something? I’m starving and craving a pizza!” Willow called out from the bedroom, having changed into her Harry Potter PJ’s, only to not receive a response from Shawn at all. She makes her way to the living room calling out for Shawn again, confused.

“Shawn? Shawn! Are you ok? Please tell me you have not fallen asleep on the couch, you know what that does to your neck-”

Willow stopped suddenly and gasped at the sight before her. Many candles and fairy lights softly illuminated the open living room and an easel propped up against in front of the window overlooking the Toronto skyline with a large canvas filled with many photographs and memories leaning delicately against it. Looking around, Shawn was nowhere to be found as she stepped closer to the easel. Upon closer inspection, she found the page filled with an array of pictures and lyrics Shawn had written about you scrawled across various parts of the page. Willow raised her hand to touch her favourite lyrics with a soft smile on her face, before turning to find the man behind all of this. As she turned, she’s met with the sight of Shawn on one knee with a nervous smile gracing his face and a ring box resting closed in his hands.

Willow stepped forward to stand in front of him, tears gathering in her eyes and she raises her hand to cover her mouth.

“Hi, honey" Shawn says and inhales deeply and lets out a deep breath, letting his shoulders relax a little before continuing.

"I uh, I've been thinking about doing this for a while, and I know we've talked about it a few times, but I couldn't wait anymore and I've had the ring for a while - I'm rambling, sorry-” Shawn cut himself off, closing his eyes and taking another deep breath.

“I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want everything with you, absolutely everything. Please, will you spend the rest of your life with me? Willow, will you marry me?"

And Willow, with a wide smile and teary eyes, reaches to take his head in her hands and smoothing her thumbs over his cheeks.

"Yes. Yes of course I will. I would love nothing more. Oh my lord Shawn." And she kneels to his level, and kisses him deeply, putting as much love and happiness she could possibly muster into it.

Shawn pulls back first and opened his eyes, looking at her in utter adoration, almost unable to fathom the fact she had said yes. His right hand finding her left one that was still resting on his cheek and turning his face slightly to kiss her palm, before pulling it away to place the ring he'd bought her months ago on her finger, where it would sit for as long as they both shall live.

-- 1 year later

The warm summer air swept between the concrete pillars that lined the breezeway. Any moment now, Shawn and Willow would emerge from either side of the outdoor hall for their ‘First Look’ and exchange a few moments with each other alone, before the day’s ceremony. The rented estate stood still on the cliff of a La Jolla suburb, away from the hustle and bustle of the main beaches.

Shawn was standing exactly halfway down the stairs that lead to the building, facing the cliffs and awaiting his bride-to-be, hands folding and unfolding as the reality of the day set in. Connor and Josiah were there with him, all set up and ready to go for the photo-op.

“How are you feeling, Shawn?” Connor asks and focuses the camera on Shawn.

Shawn takes a deep breath and smiles, looking up from his feet and his hands pausing their nervous motions. “I’m nervous, but so happy. I’m getting emotional already. I can’t wait to see her though, she’s going to look so beautiful and I know I’m gonna cry. It’s funny, I go away for months at a time, yet I can barely stand to be away from her for 24 hours. Makes it easier though, knowing what we were apart for. Makes it that much more exciting.”

The white double doors on the south end slowly opened, and Willow stepped out adorning a pure white gown. The floral-embroidered bodice canopied over her chest, its leaf detailing working up to her collar bones as if they were straps. She picked up the vintage dress a few months earlier, while vacationing in Italy - err, while visiting Shawn during his last Europe tour.

Willow timidly walked out to a set of stairs facing the eastern courtyard, where her husband-to-be awaited, his broad shoulders facing her. He was acutely aware of her existence; he could feel Willow’s energy in the gravity of the atmosphere at any given moment - maybe this was a good indicator that they were meant to be. The gentle graze of her small hands cupping his eyes from behind eased his nerves instantly. The second her hands were on him, Shawn let out a sigh, and he felt as if he could breathe again. He knew he was being completely irrational, but all the thoughts of ‘she’s gonna leave’ and ‘what if she changed her mind’ were replaced with feeling her, right there behind him.

This part they had talked about a lot. The pair were almost more excited for this intimate briefing than the actual wedding. They knew exactly how they wanted it to play out, knowing everything was in safe hands with Connor and Josiah around to capture every special moment. Willow wanted to keep Shawn in suspense for a short amount of time while she posed behind him. After a few moments, she gave him the cue by gently tapping his shoulders.

“Okay lovely, you can turn around now.”

His heart rate spiked as he felt the well-anticipated tap, a feeling halfway between anxiety and euphoria coming over him as he dipped his head to turn behind him, shifting his body to match. All the air in his lungs escaped as he laid his eyes on the woman he was convinced was a goddess.

“Oh honey…” he let out under his breath as he bought his hands to his face after gazing lovingly at her, rubbing his eyes as if to make sure he was seeing correctly and to wipe the already welling tears in his eyes before he reached for Willow’s hands, carefully pulling her closer. “You are so beautiful” he finished, as if that wasn’t obvious enough already. He never wanted to look away from her; he was convinced that there was nothing else in the galaxy that he would rather look at. Ever. This was it. He wanted to continue standing there for all of eternity, taking in the sight of his bride - the most striking person on the planet. He took a few moments to study the soft curls tucked behind her ear, the beaming smile he fell in love with lighting her whole face up. Shawn closed the small gap between them and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her into a hug, and kissing her square on the lips.

“Shawn! You can’t kiss me yet!” Willow exclaims with a laugh, indicating she wasn’t really mad at him.

“I can’t help it! You just look so gorgeous,” he defended himself, not ashamed in the slightest. He carefully steps back, wanting to take all of her in.

The delicate bouquet rested in Willow’s hands, small with pretty pink and white flowers and vibrant green leaves tied with a white ribbon and finished with a neat bow. A matching boutonniere adorned Shawn’s suit jacket, right above his heart.

“Shawn, you look…” and Willow paused, contemplating for a moment as she took all of him and raised her hand to his cheek “... perfect.” She sucked in a small breath before letting go into a lighthearted chuckle. “Hubba-hubba, handsome. How did I get so lucky?”

She let go of his face for a moment to dramatically fan herself with her free hand, not once breaking eye contact. “Seriously, you are a freaking stud. I’m so nervous Shawn, can you tell? Phew. I’m freaking smitten with you though.” She laughed, feeling her body tingle with buzz as she internalized the moment. Her candor and humor in the most serious of moments reminded him why he wanted her to be his partner for life. For better or for worse, they would get through it together in high spirits.

Willow was absolutely correct: what a stud he was. Dressed in a sleek black suit that fitted him just right, a nicely pressed white shirt, black vest, a pale pink bowtie and finished off with a silver handkerchief tucked neatly into his top pocket. His hair was longer, curlier than ever having soaked up plenty of vitamin D from the summer sun. Willow fought the childish urge to run her hands through it. His cheeks were shaded pink, a lovely contrast to the sleek black and white look he had going on and his eyes were wide and bright, looking directly at her, not wanting to miss a single moment.

“Do you love it?” Willow asked, gesturing to her dress.

“I love it, I love it, I love it. You look so beautiful, you’re gorgeous. I’m so glad you said yes, I’m so glad I met you. You mean the world to me. And I never want you to take this dress off. It highlights everything I love about you.” Shawn nearly choked, his throat closing up and tears pooling in his eyes and he pulled Willow to him again, head nuzzled into her neck, placing light kisses and whispering softly to each other as Willow’s arms make their way over his shoulders, sharing a moment of solitude as the overwhelming feeling of love washed over them. Neither of them could truly believe this was happening.

“This is our wedding day! We’re getting married!”

“I’m so excited!”

“So am I!” Willow giggled, her hands running up and down his arms, completely unable to resist touching him.

“Do you wanna go get married?” Willow asked her husband-to-be.

“Yeah, let’s marry the heck out of each other.”

-- 1 year later

There’s something special about Saturday morning. Nothing exquisite, nothing especially extraordinary - yet every Saturday morning with Shawn and Willow was still special. Late breakfast, usually involving the two of them in the kitchen fixing up a new dish they scrolled past on a nutritional instagram account during the week. Granted, their attempts usually took three times the amount of time as suggested by the minute long clips, and never turned out quite as colorful or delicious. Nevertheless, the routine was comfortable; Saturday mornings felt like the embodiment of home.

This particular Saturday morning in early spring was special-special… Willow had left out a stack of insurance pamphlets that she had been looking into. The pair had gone over this sort of thing before, earthquake and flood insurance for their abode in California, top-tier health and dental insurance overall.

“Honey, what is this about? Life insurance? I know I’m not like, the greatest… adult ever, but aren’t we a little young to be thinking about this? I mean really, who is going to benefit from life insurance if we die in some freak accident? Buddy?” Shawn questioned, motioning toward the cocker spaniel sitting on the floor under him.

“Well, our family is growing, Shawn. We’ve gotta be prepared! Plus, why not do it now? Saves us doing it in the future, don’t you think?” Willow throws out casually, knowing exactly what she implied. She looks up at him from her position across from him at the kitchen island to see him sitting rigid and staring straight at her, mouth slightly agape, mid-bite of his cereal. He looked comical, and Willow couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“What do you think I’m saying, Shawn?”

“That- that you’re…” Shawn pauses, and Willow raises her eyebrow and smiles, examining his face “...pregnant?” Shawn mumbles the word, his mind still not fully comprehending the concept.

Willow nods her head and brings one shaking hand up to her mouth, and the other squeezed her abdomen a little. She’d know for a little over a week now and had this moment planned. Now she was here, finally telling him and watching his reaction. It was real now. So, so real.

Shawn moved suddenly, dropping his spoon on the marble. He raced over to her, picking her up and swinging her around, tears falling from his eyes, his face twisted up in happiness.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, ARE YOU SERIOUS? Honey are you serious? We’re having a baby?”

“Well, I’m having a baby, but yeah, you’re gonna be a daddy.”

The looks of pure joy were all over their faces, Shawn still holding her at his eye level and Willows hands found his cheeks, her thumbs moving to wipe the tears away. The overwhelming emotions shared between them needed no more words, their eyes saying more than could possibly be said out loud. Shawn slowly moved to the couch in the conjoining living room and gently placed her down, using more caution than ever before. He knelt in front of her, moving his hands to her belly and resting his head against her thighs, shoulders shaking as he let out a few more tears as Willow’s hands find his hair, softly massaging his scalp and laughing. A beautiful moment between the parents-to-be.

-- 8 months later

‘Baaaaby! Come stretch me out!” Willow was laying on the floor of the new nursery, her belly so big she couldn’t see her feet. Shawn appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, walking over to pick her swollen feet up like clockwork. Especially in the last 10 weeks or so, Shawn’s main role in Willow’s life was as none other than her resident massage therapist and yoga partner - she was already amassing a list of pregnancy superstitions and quirks to ensure that her pregnancy would be as easy as possible. Shawn tried to point out that most of the things on her list were not rooted in any kind of science, but he knew not to do that again. He learned that it was best to just go with it.

With both her legs now in the air, as high as her body would allow her to go, Shawn stood in between them, pulling and pushing them in different directions. Willow was sure that flexibility was the key to a flawless natural birth. She tried to convince her husband to entertain the idea of a home birth, complete with a doula and everything… but Shawn was visibly uncomfortable with the idea. She wanted to be able to say she’d done it the old-fashioned way, but this was her first go around. She finally agreed that an epidural would probably be nice.

Suddenly, Willow could see a crinkle appear between Shawn’s eyebrows, as if he was squinting at something. Panic came over her as he continued to knead at the bottom of her feet, still in the air. “Wait, what is it? What’s the matter?” She questioned.

His intention was not to cause her any undue anxiety, but Shawn had noticed a growing darker spot in Willow’s lavender maternity leggings. It looked… damp. Did her water break? But… if that was the case, surely she would’ve noticed by now, right?

“Um… I’m sure it’s nothing. Are you feeling… different at all, love?” Then it hit. The first contraction.

Just as he asked the question, Willow rolled her head up and back into the carpeting, squeezing her eyes as tightly as she could. “Oh my god. I think that was a contraction!” she squealed, enduring what almost felt like a reverse-period cramp for a few seconds.

As she steadied her breathing, Shawn’s eyes widened and he set Willow’s legs down. “ACTIVE LABOR. CONTRACTIONS MEAN WE’RE IN ACTIVE LABOR!” He had studied four books on the whole birthing situation alone, and Willow couldn’t help but giggle to herself as she was sure that his last sentence came directly from the text. Shawn was so calculating, so methodical about the whole thing.

“Okay, not to alarm you or anything sweetie, but I think your water just broke - STAY THERE. I’m going to call the hospital and get your overnight bag. DON’T GO ANYWHERE, PLEASE.” He was rambling on at 100 words a minute, scrambling to find hospital records, the checklists he had prepared for this moment, and his phone. Willow laid out on the floor, surprisingly calm. Did he just tell me not to go anywhere? Where the hell would I even go? How the hell am I supposed to even get up and off the floor by myself? Willow rolled her eyes, deciding to move when Shawn was ready to leave. She had a feeling it would be a long day.

The drive to the hospital was short, Shawn having mapped out the shortest and most effective route months ago. At the time, Willow had thought it was slightly overdoing it, but she was suddenly very appreciative that he’d put the effort into it. Willow was hunched over her belly, rubbing circles with her hands in an attempt to soothe the pain. Shawn had both hands on the wheel, focusing on getting there as safely as possible while instructing her to breathe.

“Breathe, honey, we’re nearly there, I promise we’re nearly there.”

“Shawn, please, I am breathing, I need you to breathe, ok? Breathe.”

“Ok ok. Honey?”

“Yes, Shawn?”

“I’m kinda freaking out.” Shawn mumbles, brain going crazy over the fact that their little baby would be here soon.

“I know, I can tell. I am too. UGH-” Willow exclaims, hunching over again.

“We’re here, we’re here, we made it, its ok honey.” Shawn pulls into the hospital car park, pulling into the closest available spot.

Shawn legs it to the passenger side, unbuckling her seatbelt and helping her stand, one arm around her middle, the other shutting the door and grabbing her hand, cautiously guiding her forward.

Willow rests sleepily on the hospital bed, sweaty and exhausted after 10 long hours of labour the first Mendes child had arrived. The new parents had been given a brief chance to see their newborn, Willow holding their lil bug for just a minute, before the nurses insist they clean the newborn up.

Willow looks tiredly up at Shawn, who had held her hand and talked to her the entire time, letting out a quiet “We have a baby.”

“We do. We have a baby. Oh, you were so amazing, I swear, you just, you had a baby. I love you, I’m so proud of you. You only nearly broke my hand like, 7 times!” Shawn giggles lightly, and leans down to kiss her nose, then her lips, resting there and squeezing her hand.

“Oh, could you ever forgive me?” Willow asks dramatically with a grin, when her expression becomes wistful. “... so small, I miss my bug already.”

“I know honey, they’ll be back in a minute. I love you.”

“I love you too Shawn. We’ll have to call our parents soon. Surprise them with the news their first grandchild is finally here.”

“My mum is gonna yell at me for not calling sooner.” A mischievous smile crosses his face at the thought, so grateful they hadn’t been spotted entering the hospital, allowing for a complete surprise on their behalf.

“They’re all going to be so mad, but we’ll show them a picture and they’ll forget all about it. They’ll be so distracted and excited that we’ll be the last thing on their minds!”

At that moment, the nurse walked back into the room holding their little bundle.

“Here you go, all clean and healthy. Who wants the first hold?” the nurse spoke, looking expectantly between the pair. Shawn and Willow shared a look, before Willow gestured to Shawn.

“You’re up first, daddy.”

Shawns eyes glass over, squeezing Willows hand once more quietly asking “are you sure?”

“Yeah handsome, go”

And with that, Shawn stepped forward to take their baby in his arms. The nurse carefully guiding him, positioning the baby into his arms, and letting their bug nestle into his arms. Shawn stared, absolutely enchanted and unable to look anywhere else. He needed to sit down. Beginning to walk slowly to the bedside chair, Willow softly stopped him, and gestured to the gap on the bed beside her. Taking a seat beside her as delicately as possible to not disturb the resting baby.

“So pure, we made that. I can't believe we made this… life." Shawn was smitten already, he knew he'd do literally anything for his baby. Their baby.

"I- I know. We were talking about how big my belly was, but look how small bubs is. I'm in love all over again." Willow was just as enamored as Shawn, resting her head on his shoulder, giving her a perfect view. "I'm so happy. I love you."

Shawn kissed her forehead, murmuring "I love you too, you're so strong. Do you, do you wanna hold?"

Willow hummed in response, shuffling slightly so she could lie back comfortably before carefully taking the bubs in her arms, resting her on her chest, then, with Shawn's help, slowly lowering to the bed. Willow had one hand resting on the bubs' back, her other holding the small hand, gently soothing her thumb backwards and forwards across the soft skin as Shawn's hand comes up to cup his baby girls face.

"Welcome to the world, Harlow Mendes."

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Dance moves - Shawn Mendes

who wrote a one shot when she was supposed to study? YES THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE anyway, enjosy this little something

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On his way up in the elevator Shawn couldn’t think of anything else than just having a hot shower and finally getting in bed after his tiring and challenging day. Hours spent in the studio, two interviews and a meeting, it all came crashing down at him once he had the time to even breathe. Now he doesn’t feel like there is any energy left in him.

He pulls out his keys, but he can already hear the music coming from inside, making him wonder what Y/N is doing. For a moment he thinks that she has people over which is definitely not something he wants to deal with right now, especially because he texted her how tired he is, but she didn’t seem to take it seriously if she invited friends over. A grumpy grimace plasters to his face as he finally opens the door and walks in, but the scene is nothing like he thought it would be.

The music goes from muffled to clear, All For You by the Years&Years is playing through the speakers in the open living room so it can be heard in the kitchen as well. There is a small mess in the kitchen and right in the middle there is Y/N in one of Shawn’s shirts and some old sweatpants, dancing her butt off, her back facing the door so she haven’t noticed Shawn’s arrival.

He quietly closes the door not to bother her and then stands there watching her in awe, her moves bringing the widest smile to his face. She is cutting something at the counter, her hips swinging from side to side following the rhythm of the song, sometimes stopping to sing along with a line, pretending that the knife is a mic.

Shawn knows Y/N is not the best dancer, even she knows it too, but she couldn’t care less. Her carefree dancing was one of the things Shawn first noticed about her when they met. Her enthusiasm and happiness totally make up for her lack of nicely coordinated moves, bringing joy to anyone who sees her dancing.

The song comes to an end and Ariana Grande’s God Is A Woman starts playing this time, completely throwing her off the edge. She starts singing along again, pumping her hands into the air as she wildly shakes her head. Shawn finds her show quite amusing but also he feels like it’s time to let her know she is not alone anymore.

“Babe?” he calls out, expecting her to jump from the surprise, but that’s not the case.

She just casually turns her head, still singing, and a smirk appears on her lips as she suddenly squats down when the refrain starts. She swings her hips before jumping back up and heading into his direction with long, catlike steps.

“You know I don’t stop for anything when my girl Ariana is on,” she states with a straight face when she reaches Shawn. After stealing a short welcome kiss she quickly makes her way back to the kitchen, still busting various moves as if she was in a night club, not their apartment.

“I know,” Shawn chuckles following her into the kitchen.

“You, you love it how I move you, you love it how I touch you,” she sings with Ariana, putting everything she has into the performance and Shawn just can’t get enough of her.

She is the only girl that can make a one person performance in the middle of their kitchen look amazing even with sweats on. He follows her movements as he leans against the kitchen island and can’t help but feel aroused. It’s not that her look is bringing it out of him, but more like the whole scenario. His amazing girlfriend is enjoying a peaceful evening in their home, dancing around the house, waiting for him to get home. He knows that they’ll have dinner together, then maybe shower together with some possible hot and passionate sex, then fall asleep with her in his arms, cuddling under the covers. Just the thought of having all these little things in his life is giving him a hard time to keep his hands off of her.

He sneaks up behind her putting his arms around her waist and pulling her to his chest, kissing her cheek sloppily. She chuckles, still lightly loving to the rhythm so she is making him move as well.

“I love coming home to you,” he mumbles into her ear before kissing into her hair.

“You’re a sucker for my dance moves, aren’t you?” she smirks up at him turning around in his arms to face him.

“Always have been,” he chuckles down kissing her soft lips. “Can I get a private show every evening?”

“That’s gonna cost you a lot,” she scoffs playfully, running her fingers through his messy locks.

“I’d pay anything to see you dance around every evening for the rest of my life.” He leans down for one more kiss before letting go of her. “So what is cooking over here?”

“Grilled some chicken, I’m making a salad. Go take a shower, dinner will be ready by then. You wrote you had a tiring day so cleaning up is also on me tonight,” she kindly offers since the usual is that if one of them cooks the other does the cleanup. But Shawn shakes his head at her.

“We do the cleanup together and then go to bed together, I need you in bed with me,” he insists making her chuckle.

“Understood, mister.”

“Thank you. For everything,” he whispers to her kissing her forehead before heading to the bathroom.

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Planes Pt3 - Shawn Mendes

Summary: Unaware of who the handsome boy seated next to you is, the two of you start talking…

Part 1, Part 2

You sit in your seat till the very end. Till everyone around you is slowly shuffling out, gossiping with one another still humming in excitement. The security guards are ushering people out as cleaners file in, collecting all the rubbish left behind. The security guard who led you in before comes to your aisle.

“Miss?” he says, signalling you out of your daze. You look at him, stand up and follow as he begins to walk back the way he came from. The corridors aren’t as busy anymore, people are chatting in groups talking about the successful night. You’re led back to Shawn’s dressing room and the guard knocks twice against the door before opening it and stepping back. Your stomach fills with butterflies and your head is buzzing with questions. You falter in your steps as you walk through the door, it was empty.

“Shawn will be here in a few minutes, his just talking with his manager.” The guard informs, “your welcome to take a seat and wait for him.” He leaves the room, shutting the door behind him and leaving you alone.

Your still in shock a little when your phone beeps in your pocket. Picking up your phone you see a notification from your mum but you ignore it and click into Instagram searching up Shawn Mendes. His account pops up with the blue tick icon beside it. 42million followers. Immediately you begin scrolling through his photos of his stages from the UK, Austria, France and all over Europe. The excitement and energy flickering beneath his eyes was mesmerising to you. So this is his passion.

“Hey,” You almost drop your phone in surprise before looking up.

“Hi,” you mumbled out. Shawn’s still dressed in his stage outfit, hair a complete mess but still managing to look just as attractive as the few hours before.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks, sitting down across from you.

“Yeah, I did.” You sort of just stare at him, then the room, then your hands, then back to him, and back to your phone. Your eyes were darting everywhere from the build-up of your nerves.

“Sooo…. you’re a singer?” you ask

“Yeah,” He responds, and you nod. “Do you hate me?” The sudden question threw you off a little and you almost choked.

“Why would I hate you? I admit that I’m a little shocked but I don't hate you,” you quickly defend the idea.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you properly but it was so nice just to be seen as a stranger.” You understood where he was coming from but now that you knew who he was, you were a little more self-conscious of your posture, your outfit, your words and everything else.

“You’ve got a really nice voice,” You say, realising that you haven’t commented on his performance yet.

“Thanks, it comes in handy when I’m trying to serenade someone.” He jokes, giving you a wink. You blush and awkwardly look away, trying to laugh it off.

“Shawn! Are you planning to wear your stage outfit home?! Come and change!” Someone yells.

“I’ll be right back,” he says. You take the chance to breath in as deep as you can and breathe out. You can’t help but smile and your stomach sinks in or at least, it feels like it. Your hearts still racing and you start to think about everything you just said, worried about your expressions. You worry that you laughed too much or looked too awkward.

“Do you wanna get some dinner?” he asks, walking back into the room.

“Sure, I’d love to!” You exclaim, suddenly standing up. And then you realise your standing awkwardly so you sort of just scratch your arm and play with your bracelet as his packing his guitar up.

“What do you feel like? Maybe you could suggest something since you know the area.”

“We could go to the city,” you say without thinking.

“That sounds nice.” Shawn replies. He knows that it’s technically out of bounds to be in the city whenever his on tour but he didn't want to risk ruining anything. So he chose to take the chance and hope for the best.

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“So this is what its’ like to be famous?” You laugh sitting cross legged around the table facing Shawn.

“It’s a hard job,” he chuckles, opening the pizza box and spreading out the food across the table. Fans had managed to find Shawn in just 30minutes once you both had left the arena which forced you two to go into hiding. Shawn offered for you to join him for dinner at his hotel instead to which you gladly agreed on. He was apologetic the entire ride saying how he wanted to treat you to something nice as an appreciative gesture for the night before. However, you weren’t dressed for anything nice so you were thankful for just eating casual.

“Are you allowed to do this?” you ask, “I mean like, should I be here?”

“Yeah why not?” he gives you a questioning look.

“Isn’t it bad for show?” You didn't know how to bring it up but you thought there was something more than just friends. Nothing serious but just something out of the ordinary. The hand-holding he always started which would make your heart race but thinking back now, he didn't really seem fazed. Maybe it was normal to him.

“Fans will probably assume I’m meeting with an old friend in LA if they see us,” he says casually. You nod in reply, keeping your eyes on the pizza slice in your hand.

“So what do you do here? Are you a student?” he asks.

“Yeah I’m a student in first year doing science and arts.”

“Ohh cool, I was never a sciencey student but definitely more towards the arts.” You both laugh a little. Eventually the food gets cold as your conversation continues about his music career, how he got into music, how you got into science and arts, and all the little details about your lives. You both moved from the floor to the couch, sitting next to each other and leaning against the backing as you talked. You got the chance to ask about his tattoos and he explained them to you. He turned to sit facing you cross legged on the couch, and you copied him. He showed you the tattoos on his hands last, grabbing your hands at the same time.

Your eyes scanned his tattoo briefly but took the opportunity to look at his hands. His hands were soft but slightly calloused. His nails were cut short and the veins on his wrists to the backside of his hands were prominent. You stop when you notice his watch. You notice the time on his watch. It was 3am.

“Omg it’s 3am,” you whisper, not realising you had cut him off mid-sentence.

“Oh,” Shawn says, just as surprised as you. You look up at him from his hands and he looks a little stressed, like his debating in his head. “If you want to, you can stay here the night,” he offers.

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You hear sounds in the shower and naturally curious, you lean against the door, ear against it. He’s singing in the shower. His voice was smooth and clear and quiet yet powerful. It was soothing. And I know you don’t commonly call a guy’s voice beautiful, but his was. You sit down on the floor, back against the door reading the one book from the bedside table and gradually you learn the tune, humming along with him. You hear silence for a bit but don't bother moving, thinking that his most likely changing or still occupied. The book you were reading turned out to be quite appealing and the short chapters felt like you were going through the book extremely fast.

“Y/N y-,” he opens the door and you fall back suddenly, dropping the book beside you. He tries to supress a laugh but lets it out when he sees you go red in the cheeks. His got a towel around his waist and water dripping down his hair to his body.

“I-I was just listening to you sing.” You stutter out, still on the floor. “I haven’t even tried charming you yet but I guess I was a born natural.” He chuckles as his giving you a hand to help you up. You smack him against the chest trying to defend yourself without words. If you said anything now, it would definitely embarrass you more. He laughs at your defence and walks over to his suitcase, pulling out a shirt.

“Here,” he says, chucking the shirt at you. “You can wear this after you shower, its clean.”

“Thanks,” you say before quickly disappearing into the bathroom. Your shower process is relatively slow in comparison to him. You wanted to procrastinate and rehearse all possible lines if things got awkward. You took the chance to text your 2 best friends about the situation, obviously not mentioning the guy was Shawn Mendes. They were like the angel and devil voices for you, one completely supporting you to just stay the night and ‘see where it goes’, the other telling you to go home immediately.

You slip on his shirt over yourself and it reaches down to your mid-thighs. You were debating whether to wear your denim shorts to sleep but seeing the length his shirt went to, you couldn't be bothered. You dry your hair roughly with the towel and you can smell the slightly vanilla scented shampoo Shawn uses. You keep a mental note of the brand and walk back into the bedroom. The lights are out already and you can make out his figure in the bed. Fuck this is crazy.

You walk over to your side of the bed and pull the sheets back slowly. You can’t tell if Shawn’s asleep but his completely still, facing the middle. You carefully crawl into the queen sized bed and pull the covers up to your chin. You face the ceiling, not wanting to seem creepy by looking at him or rude by turning away. How am I meant to fall asleep like this? You sigh internally and roll over to your side, back facing Shawn.

A hand lazily rolls over on your stomach and you suck in. He wraps an arm around your body, gently pulling you closer to his bare skin. Despite the unsettling nerves in your stomach, it flutters at the feeling of his body against yours. Slowly, you sink into the warmth of his body.

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Queer people who took time coming to terms with our identities know the dance of avoiding definitive terms and labels. We know what it can look like when someone is a baby queer in waiting; we certainly understand what it’s like trying to figure out how to exist both authentically and safely in the world, calculating the risks of being your true self, and why that waiting period exists—and, for some, never really ends. This process of coming to terms and coming out, however, poses different challenges and has specific implications when you’re a celebrity. Some celebrities—especially those with teen fanbases, like Shawn Mendes or Taylor Swift—are no strangers to being pinned as queer icons because of their presentation, language, or even the friendships they have, despite not being out as queer. However, figures like Mendes or Swift are known for vehemently pushing away from any narrative defining them explicitly queer. Other celebrities, like Harry Styles, have strongly leaned into queerness—or at the very least, embraced being coded as queer.

Look up “Harry Styles queer” on Google and you’ll get a range of headlines from “We need to talk about why Harry Styles is a lesbian icon” to “Harry Style’s New Music Video is Extremely Bisexual.” Styles often dons floral suits and a more stereotypically feminine demeanor alongside lyrics like ones from his song “Medicine,” which are unmistakably bisexual: “The boys and the girls are here/ I mess around with him/ And I’m okay with it.” Recently, Styles announced a tour with artists similarly dubbed queer icons, Jenny Lewis and King Princess, a musical setup that seems like it was made in heaven for queer fans. On his new Saturday Night Live appearance, Styles played a sexually ambiguous character in the Sara Lee sketch, referencing being thirsty for men, almost locking in his “brand” of queerness yet again. In October 2019, Styles’s single “Lights Up” was also deemed a bisexual anthem by certain members of the queer community, especially as the corresponding music video shows a nearly naked Styles surrounded by people of all genders who are touching and carressing his body.

In a 2019 interview with Rolling Stone, he explained why he often dons rainbow flags on stage at his concerts and why he’s been so vocal about supporting queer people. “Everyone in that room is on the same page and everyone knows what I stand for. I’m not saying I understand how it feels. I’m just trying to say, ‘I see you.’” At this point, Styles isn’t new to curiosity surrounding his sexuality. Throughout his time with One Direction, rumors about his sexuality swirled, as he had a close relationship with bandmate Louis Tomlinson. The relationship became a hot topic, and one hugely obsessed over in fan and fanfiction communities. In a 2017 interview with The Sun, while discussing the way that celebrity sexuality is constantly questioned, he said, “It’s weird for me—everyone should just be who they want to be. It’s tough to justify somebody having to answer to someone else about stuff like that … I don’t feel like it’s something I’ve ever felt like I have to explain about myself.” At his final show for his tour in Glasgow in 2018, Styles announced onstage, “We’re all a little bit gay.”

For much of his career, it’s almost seemed like his fanbase is rooting for his queerness. One reason that online communities seem to be so obsessed with queer-adjacent celebrities like Styles is that they normalize queerness, making it feel more accessible. “If they were to come out, it would be a huge benefit to LGBTQ visibility in the media, and a lot of people in the LGBTQ community would love to have a celebrity of that stature on ‘their’ side,” Ash, a bisexual woman, told me. But Styles doesn’t actually claim queerness just because many fans, queer and otherwise, have hoped that he’ll one day do so explicitly. “Can straight people be queer?” asked a 2016 Vice article about the impact of the term’s increasingly broad application. The fact is that cis, straight people can’t be queer—so what does that mean when queer communities tout artists like Styles or Swift as part of our culture?

At some points in history, having these kinds of allies for the community who are not queer themselves, like Lil’ Kim, who has advocated for gay men and against homophobia in the rap community since the early 2000s, has been monumental. Queer audiences of yesteryears also gravitated toward performers like Dolly Parton who didn’t have to be queer themselves because they were accepting and loving toward all, and used their platform to normalize and uplift the queer communities that have celebrated them. In this day and age, however, expectations of performers have heightened. Unlike other celebrities dubbed “queer icons” who happen to be straight, including Madonna, Janet Jackson, or Parton, the fanbases of artists like Styles’s skew younger. And younger audiences don’t just want performers who see and welcome them. They want performers who are them—artists who understand the queer experience because they are queer, and they’re here to reflect audiences back to themselves.

So why the critique if there are seemingly so many positives to any representation or acceptance? It’s not that Styles, or any celebrity or public figure for that matter, owes us any information about their sexualities. On one hand, simply by existing in such a public manner, these celebrities offer a sliver of hope that there might be someone just like us navigating the world of queerness and identity. Celebrities like Styles or Swift—who has made use of queer aesthetics herself, and whose friendship with model Karlie Kloss has been the subject of rumors—remind us of who we were when we navigated our queerness more subtly before we were ready to explicitly tell someone close to us, or our resident queer community. Entertainers like Jackson or Parton became queer icons because they embraced queer fans during a closeted time, and perhaps it felt okay to have acceptance without representation. It was clear the performers weren’t trying to be queer. On the other hand, with Styles or Swift, the lines are blurred, and it’s unclear whether they’re trying to say they’re one of us or merely accept queer fans while borrowing from the culture to fit in and create a brand.

“I think it’s important for white queer folks to interrogate the whiteness of their queer idols, and work to understand why they feel more inclined to celebrate the visible queerness of one artist over another.”

There’s often a concern that celebrities are co-opting queerness as a marketing ploy. With the long history of queerbaiting (using the possibility of or undertones of queerness to gain favorability with queer people) in popular culture, there’s a certain level of disingenuousness to letting the bait and switch go on with minimal critique. The kind of support and lauding that celebrities like Styles receive for more playful expression and experimentation is not always present for queer people of color like Syd (formerly of The Internet), Alok Vaid-Menon, or Big Freedia. When she sees mostly white, thin, able-bodied figures with “queer energy” centered as icons in the queer community as opposed to queer people of color, Olivia Zayas Ryan, a queer woman, wonders why. “If you’re showing up for a pretty white boy in a tutu, where are you when Black and brown queer folks are vilified, ridiculed, and worse?” she told me. “If you are excited and feel seen when queer aesthetics are in the mainstream, what are you doing to honor, protect, and recognize the folks who created them? I think it’s important for white queer folks to interrogate the whiteness of their queer idols, and work to understand why they feel more inclined to celebrate the visible queerness of one artist over another.”

Conversation around both queerbaiting and our curiosity about celebrity queerness is an ongoing and complicated one. For example, there are theorists who have posited that Kurt Cobain was a closeted trans woman. “Many transgender women see themselves in his shaggy hair, his penchant for nail polish and dresses, and his struggles with depression,” Gillian Branstetter, a transgender advocate and writer, told me. Cobain’s fascination with pregnancy (“In Utero”) and his distaste for masculinity (“In Bloom”), as well as his partner Courtney Love’s references to having a more fluid lover (“He had ribbons in his hair/ And lipstick was everywhere/ You look good in my dress”) stoked this interest in his sexuality and presentation. “It sounds very familiar to trans women whose own relationship with masculinity and femininity was often expressed in coded ways before they came out,” says Branstetter. Styles, who like Cobain shows disinterest in conforming to a traditionally masculine rock-star presentation, seems to spark the same interest in fans from the queer community.

With our investment in Styles or other celebrities who are likely straight but exude “queer energy,” it feels as if we’re looking for a mirror of ourselves, seeking to claim the most popular public figures as our own, and in turn feel more normal and accepted. Perhaps our obsession with artists like Styles comes down to the excitement of feeling visible—but what do fans of potentially straight queer icons like Styles actually want? Can we thread the needle between feeling seen and normalized in our queerness while also feeling the imbalance between Styles’s privilege and the most marginalized people in the queer community’s lived experiences? Ultimately, it’s queer fans who get to decide if Styles’s kind of allyship and solidarity with the queer community is enough, or if it’s begun to give off the all-too-familiar stink of disingenuous baiting.

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character takeover - asher garcia & dylan orlando

So I’m gonna write with this pen, and then you’re going to use the slightly thicker one. This one? Yeah, that one. Okay. I am writing with the bigger pen. Do we always have to write with these? Well, I guess if like, you get asked a specific question and I don’t need to answer, then it doesn’t matter. Why would someone ask me a question and not you? I don’t know, I -- it was just an example. You know I don’t know things, Ash. You know plenty. ... stop, you’re making me blush.

Introduce yourself. Asher Garcia, junior A class. Dylan Orlando, junior A class, kissing expert. (Stop putting that on everything) Am I wrong?? That’s not the point

What is your creative focus? Production design I’m sure someone will tell me eventually

What from the previous school year are you most proud of? I did the production design for our spring production, Les Mis (or more fondly known as “The Miserables”). It was really challenging because we had to find a cost-effective and compelling way to complete the barricade set, i.e. one of the most iconic set pieces in the history of musical theater. So we had to find a way to pay homage to the classic, but also put our own spin on it. I also wanted to make the stage crew’s job easier when it came to transitions, so I devised a way to sort of make pieces of the set be multi-functional depending on the side but come together to build the barricade in the second act. I mean, it’s not that big a deal since people far smarter than me have done it before, but it felt cool to pull it off for myself and have it come together so well. I actually submitted samples of it to a scholarship program counselor Matthews showed me and won some money for my college fund, so that was really cool. Definitely when I managed to hit Maya Hart with a paint balloon. Oh, also, I finally beat the current standing student record for most cafeteria enchiladas consumed in one lunch period without throwing up, which I think is pretty cool. You also like… continued to grow a pretty popular Youtube channel. And also didn’t get anything below a B in second semester. Oh, yeah! But I still think the Maya paint thing wins.

What about the previous school year would you like to improve upon or change? It was really nice when the techies weren’t at war with the performers. Not because they’re like great friends, but it was just nice to be able to work cooperatively. Everyone was in a better mood. I’d like for that to continue, but just knowing how this summer has been… I don’t know. I’m not optimistic. Yeah, it sucks because Lucas was like way hyped at the end of last year but then all the shit with the Insta page happened and it’s been kind of a mess. But I would also like to see Asher perform more. Not happening. Well… we shall see...

How do you best receive praise? Um, I guess verbally. Like it’s great to hear it expressly stated to me rather than ambiguously, but at the same time, it has to be like… subtle. Like one-on-one. Or else it’s just embarrassing. Like I appreciated when Miss Moore pulled me aside after opening night of The Miserables and told me the set design was really good. She doesn’t pay much attention to the techies a lot of the time, so that was a really nice moment. You guys are getting praise?

How do you prefer to receive criticism? I think constructive criticism is important, but it has to be… well, constructive. It’s all in the delivery. Like when Lucas comes to me and has an honest conversation about my suggested set design and limitations that he thinks we might have in building or implementing it, that I can take. When the performers just shoot shots at each other, it makes me break out in hives. By mail. Written in the blood of the gods, with a feather quill. Must be nearly illegible. If it’s not sealed shut with one of those waxy things that look like Play-Doh, I’m not opening it.

You have an important engagement at 5PM. What time are you arriving at the place? Well, you have to consider a lot of factors. Where is the engagement? How are we getting there? Is it a more casual thing where you’re expected to show up late (although whoever invented the term “fashionably late” owes me emotional compensation), or would being late cause us severe penalty? Either way, I’d aim for us to get there around 4:30, and then we can wait in the parking lot if need be until around 4:50. Whenever Asher says we’re getting there.

Favorite AAA faculty? Counselor Matthews does a lot of work to watch out for us, and I don’t think that can be overstated. But still, I think I have a lot of respect for Principal Hunter. He does not have an easy job, and so much of what he does goes on behind the scenes and in this understated way where it’s not flashy so people don’t notice, but it makes a huge difference. I feel like I get how that feels, and so I hope he knows he is appreciated even though everyone is just complaining to him about how something didn’t go the way they wanted it to again. Also, he totally let Lucas derail the school for a week during the techie revolution, and that was pretty neat of him. Have you met Janitor Harley? That man is the bomb. He knows so much dirt about the school and also has all these wild stories. He has this pretty obvious scar on his eyebrow where the hair doesn’t grow, and he told Dave and me it’s because he got burned by a Russian spy in the 80s. Also, he like, cleans and stuff. I’m surprised he’s not your favorite, Asher. He cleans, yes. But I’m still sneezing during class because of all the dust in the auditorium. Oh, yeah. I forgot about your Vendetta. THERE COULD BE MITES, DYLAN.

Who are you most excited to see when school is back in session? It’ll be nice to get the whole techie crew together again. We usually do group hang outs during the summer, but things have been kind of… well, people have been busy. Lucas isn’t exactly in a social mood -- except for us -- and Isadora has been changing her social circle a little. Then Dave was in Europe for some reason. I think it was a family trip. They went to Belgium because that’s where his grandparents live. And they like made a trip out of it. I didn’t know Dave’s ancestry was Belgian. I guess. I don’t know, he just kept talking about how excited he was to eat waffles for every meal. Of course he did.

Who are you most hoping to avoid? I’m not really hoping to avoid anyone. There are people that we like… have agreed we should probably not engage with, but I’m not all that pleased about it. I think we’re being kind of rude. And Lucas isn’t making things better by refusing to acknowledge what happened. But it’ll make him feel better. I guess. Also, Farkle. After how things ended last year, I dread something else similar happening. Yeah, I think just avoiding any of that energy is priority. Farkle, Maya. I already had a stress dream about some sort of tantrum video where he tears me to shreds and the whole school sees it. It’s scary because he doesn’t know me well enough to say that stuff, and yet he hits every single insecurity. Oh, and like, Wyatt. Wyatt was expelled. Already on track, then.

What are your goals for this year, personally and professionally? I want to start putting together my design portfolio for college applications, so that will take a lot of my professional focus. Personally, I just… really hope things calm down. I know Lucas is going through a lot right now, and I want to be there for him. He’s been my best friend at AAA since the first week. I just hope things improve once the structure of school comes back into play rather than… the other direction. I just want everyone to be happy. I want us all to be chill again, and then I want to whomp Nate’s current record for most sticky notes stuck on Mister Shawn’s back without him noticing. Oh, and more performances for Asher L. Garcia!!! Again. Not happening. Mm… we shall SEE.................

#S2 countdown #character takeover #ct: dylan x asher #asher garcia #dylan orlando

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Diamond in the Rough // 4

Summary: you’re an androgynous woman who has a rather groggy voice. due to your social anxiety and shy nature, you refuse to let your beautiful, sexy voice free. that is until you do something that might lead you down a dangerous path.

Ship: Shawn Mendes x Fem!Reader, Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, vulgar words, fluff, fighting, smut etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to the owners.

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist@beingmadinwonderland@princessisabelle19 @violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana

Third P.O.V

Almost two weeks pass and Shawn has yet to give up much to (Y/n)’s dismay. She just wants him out of her life, away from her bubble and to just focus but once she thinks he’s gone, he pops out of no where with those big stupid chocolate brown eyes of his. That morning (Y/n) sat in the recording studio, jotting down notes and intonations when Shawn and Andrew walked in. She doesn’t even try to hide her disgust anymore, finally owning the voice she’d been given. “I thought we were meeting in private, Andrew. Don’t you know that children aren’t aloud to play in the studio.”

Her comebacks are viscous at this point, not a care in the world and though Shawn should hate hit, it riles him up even more. Even turns him on when she’s so snarky. Andrew ignores their childlike bickering even though he takes pride in how much she’s grown and sits in the lounge chair with a fake huff. “He said he wanted to watch us go over some music stuff and he doesn’t have a meeting until later. I said he could check it out.”

(Y/n) rolls her eyes again before picking up one of the guitars, strumming carefully until the rest of her crew walk in. She wasn't going to be quiet anymore, a new kind of grit taking hold of her life all thanks to her anger towards Shawn, not that she'd ever admit it. Apart of her is not ready for him to listen. Not just because he’s a great artist with plenty of background in music but mostly because she can’t deal with his judgment anymore. She’s gotten too much of it in her life, too fed up.

Especially when it came to dating. ‘Boys will never look at you romantically’, ‘you’re too masculine’, ‘you’re not feminine enough’, ‘who would date a woman who looks more like a man than her man?’ They all said. But she loved her voice, loved how unique it was compared to other musicians and didn’t mind male pronouns at all. She was done living by other peoples rules and expectations. “Let's warm up with Lock Me Up." She says to the musicians, smiling as the drums start with a heavy cadence. For a fleeting moment, she forgets all about Shawn's existence.

“Time to listen, to my confession I’m much less than I wanted to be, wanted to be. You shine a light on my, dark side but you don’t care what you see. Overjoyed, Over you, Over night, That’s what you do Why don’t you lock me up with joy and kisses Lock me up with love?”

She kicks the microphone holder up to her hand, quickly attaching it to the stand in one fail swoop. The action makes both Andrew and Shawn gape. He sees it now, the same fire and passion Andrew first saw the night of her performance. An untapped potential, an energy that’s just waiting to burst. Hurt and hidden behind a wall of bad memories. He watches her, almost spell-bound as Olive sways back and forth, guitar in hand as she watched her friend flourish. A face filled with pride.

When the chorus hits, all the musicians sport wide smiles, completely enjoying the borderline musical that’s taken shape in the studio. Shawn pulls out his phone to record the moment, one he doesn’t want to forget despite the tension between the two of them. She just looks so good he can’t help himself. She is so independent and in touch with herself, it takes his breath away. He posts the story to his Instagram and then saves the video for later.

When the song ends she’s already sweating and the adrenaline never comes to a stop. Her smile is bright, beautiful beyond anything Shawn’s ever seen and it’s absolutely contagious. He can’t withhold his cheeks from tightening. When he posts the video to his story, he doesn’t think much of it. (Y/n) wanders off to grab water and her phone blows up. Shawn Mendes tagged you. The notification popped up. It’s a video of her singing, a damn good one at that. Apart of her wants to be mad he posted without her permission but it wasn’t a big deal, didn’t think much of it until she scrolled down the comment section. There are the cute ones that she adores, the compliments that make her heart flutter. All of a sudden, her joy vanishes. Almost instantaneously the good is gone, ripped right out of her grip.

“Don’t worry, ladies. There’s no way Shawn would go for someone who looks like that.”

“Me: *laughing because Shawn would never find her or whatever she is attractive*”

“Diamond is hot and all but she’s not feminine enough for me.”

“That’s cool that they’re friends. He’d never date her though, not looking like that anyway.”

It was never about him. Sure he was a pain, also strange with his personality but she’d never hate him. But automatically assuming he’d never find her attractive because of her androgynous features broke her heart. Nobody knew how many people who had told her that exact same thing. “Your shoulders are just too broad.” They’d say. Or, “My friends give me shit because you look more like a guy than I do.” Or, “Why don’t you dress more like a guy? You are a guy right?” She tosses her phone to the side, a tear escaping from the corner of her right eye. The liquid seems to burn against her skin as a different kind of tired pain churns in her heart. Grabbing her book, she does the only thing she knows what to do best. The lyrics come like a tsunami, crashing down on her and she willing caves in, letting it consume her lungs entirely. When she’s done, a voice catches her attention.

“So (Y/n), we’ve got big news for you.” Andrew says from the other room and it forces the young woman to get up from off the dirty floor. Shawn is long gone by the looks of it and there’s a pang of sadness in her chest, not that (Y/n) will admit it. She didn’t mind him watching her sing. “The VMAs is coming up in two weeks and they want you to be the main performance!” He says with a wide grin. Derek and Olive pat her shoulder with pride while her stomach churns with worry, along with a jumble of other emotions. “So I was thinking we could do ‘Hold Me Back’-” She shakes her head, cutting the older man off with a growing smile. “No. I’ve got a better idea. We do that and then a cover of a song.” She pauses for a moment as they start to bubble up in her head. “And I’ve got just the song.”

Shawn’s P.O.V

When I got home, I hadn’t expected my sister to still be there. She said she had plans with some friends so it made me wonder as to why she was still present. “Hey Alliyah, whatcha still doin’ here? Thought you had plans?” She turned over her shoulder with a smile, one I knew all too well. “I’m hanging out with the girls later but until then I was catching up on some of Diamond’s feed.” Diamond? Oh no. She continued, “Oh my god, I can’t get over how pretty she is, I mean, she can pull it all off! And her VOICE! EEK! Have you listened to her music or talked to her much?! I saw her on your Instagram! Also, WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU MET HER, YOU JERK!” I grab a drink and listen to her ramble on and on. But the more she spoke, the more I realized that’s how my fans spoke of me, this connection to music to artist to fans. And my baby sister was apart of that as much as anyone else. “Gooodddd, I would do anything to meet her!” And in an instant she went back to her phone, watching (Y/n) with a wide smile. In that moment, I knew I’d have to ask a huge favor.

Your P.O.V

I’d been practicing all week for my performance, doing interview after interview and getting a custom made suit for the VMAs. The more I thought of it, the more giddy I became. This was the performance of a lifetime, something I’ve only dreamed of. Everything had been moving along together nicely until I ran into the one person I was trying to avoid for the rest of my life. Shawn. “Hey, (Y/n). Look-” He says, shyly. Fiddling with his jacket nervously. “I know I’ve been an awful person to you and I have no right to ask you of anything but my baby sisters birthday is coming up and uh- she really loves you and your music. Like a lot. I was wondering if you could perform for her on her birthday. Look, I’ll pay nicely and-” I sigh, ready for the conversation to be over with. “Sure. I’ll do it. Your sister sounds very nice.” I hate to admit that the grin on his face was nothing but contagious. “Thank you, thank you, thank you so much! That means so much to me-”

I cut him off, accordingly. “I’m not doing this for you, Shawn. I’m doing this for your sister. And you don’t need to pay me. I don’t want your money. Just send me the details” I’m already up and out of the room before he can detest to any of the statements I’ve made. I won’t admit it, but it hurts. There’s a pang in my chest at the thought of us being friends and working together maybe. But after his awful first impression and continuous foul treatment, I didn’t see any point in putting effort in him. I get an email the next day about his house location and the plan for sneaking me and my team in unnoticed. The night comes sooner than I planned but I’m actually quite excited to meet Aaliyah and her friends. The more Geoff and Andrew talk about it, the easier it feels. It’s like a mini concert, a test run for the bigger thing down the line. This feels much more intimate though and I want this to be perfect.

Andrew takes me and my team through the back, going completely unnoticed from the crowd. We pass a slit and I attempt to get a good view of what I’m working with. Maybe six girls, one of them wearing a birthday crown. They chat happily while the adults take their time to their chairs or stand off leisurely. My heart thumps in hopes to make Aalliyah happy and I ignore the fear that thumps lowly in the bottom of my stomach. This is for her. I watch as Shawn takes the microphone, catching everyone’s attention. My team is already set up behind the curtain, awaiting for his signal. “Hey everyone! I’m so happy you all could come to celebrate my baby sisters birthday. You’re getting so old, Liyah. Now it’s my time to give my present to you. Happy Birthday, sis. Hit it guys!”

Third P.O.V

Shawn steps off the stage and (Y/n) takes the reigns. When he looks back at her, he nearly falls over from her beauty. Aalliyah and her friends scream louder than anyone would have predicted and Shawn couldn’t help but chuckle. The guitar begins and Shawn can’t keep his eyes off her. “Happy Birthday, Aalliyah. This is for you.” She says softly and his sister giggles along with her friends. The young man doesn’t notice when she stops playing, too entranced by her voice to focus on much of anything that’s not her. She puts down her guitar and makes her way over to the young girls, greeting them first before the rest of the room that only seems to gravitate towards her. “Who’s that, sweetheart? She has a lovely voice.” Shawn’s mother says to him, pulling his attention away from her for the first time that night.

“Oh! That’s (Y/n) (Y/L/N), also known as Diamond. She’s a new up and coming singer that Aalliyah loves. Andrew’s her new manger so we see each other often.” The woman taps her head, eyes wide. “Oh! I heard her on the radio the other day! I thought it was a man singing but goodness gracious she has the voice of an angel. That’s very sweet of you to get your sisters favorite singer to perform for her birthday.” He smiled down at her before glancing back at the long androgynous figure that’s captured everyone’s attention. The girls get together for a group photo and Shawn’s heart flutters at the sight of Aalliyah almost crying with happiness while her idol grins down at her. “Are you gonna introduce us or do you think Alliyah will beat you to it?” His dad asks him and before he could answer, his little sister ran up to their parents with a smile that seemed to outstretch her face.

“Mom, Dad, this is (Y/n) (Y/L/N), also known as the one and only Diamond.” (Y/n) blushed crimson as she shook their hands. Her voice was enchanting, smooth and warm like honey. “It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Mendes. I thank you both for giving me the opportunity to perform for you guys, especially for such a momentous occasion.” The young woman towers both his parents and yet she makes them feel warm and comfortable. “You have an incredible voice, my dear.” Shawn’s dad says with a smile that (Y/n) know’s is genuine. They chat for a while and his mom seems to have latched onto the younger woman, refusing to let go as they down wine and laugh. Everyone migrates to her and Shawn feels a pang of jealousy, not wanting to share her to the world. Their eyes catch across the room and (Y/n) excuses herself from the group to meet him.

Before they reach one another Harry Styles grazes her elbow catching her attention. (Y/n) can’t help but smile up at the gorgeous man. “Hello love, names Harry.” She introduces herself and she can’t seem to pull herself away from his intoxicating nature and suave. “You didn’t! Oh my god!” He laughed as she grazed his shoulder, continuing the story. “I did! Oh my gosh, she was so pissed the rest of the night..” Harry giggled loudly, scooting closer to her frame until they were inches apart. “I have to head out but I’d love to continue this conversation sometime. Maybe in a more comfortable setting.” The young woman smiled before exchanging numbers with the handsome singer. He pressed his plump lips to her cheeks and (Y/n) couldn’t help but swoon before meeting up with Shawn.

“Thank you for tonight. My sister is gonna remember this for the rest of her life.” He says quietly, leaning against the railing as he glanced back at her flushed cheeks. Shawn noticed her third glass of wine had made her a little soft. The action is distinct since their love / hate relationship. She actually looks at ease. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity. She’s a very good kid. I enjoyed it a lot and your parents seem lovely. I uh- I came to say goodbye. My team and I are leaving for the night since I need to be up early for interviews and such. See you later, Shawn.” He watches her almost in a trance, bidding his family farewell. That night he only thought of her.

Things felt different. Maybe they always were different. (Y/n) couldn’t stop thinking about how Shawn looked last night. How pink his cheeks were and how plump his lips became the longer she drank. Must be the alcohol.. She thought stupidly to herself. She knew it wasn’t anything she had that night to make her think such unholy thoughts. The way his shirt was almost too tight for his toned body. He looked like a god and his chocolate brown eyes made her knees weak, not that she’d ever tell him. That morning she grabbed her lyric book and followed Andrew out to the car, listening intently to her schedule for the day. In between the car rides, she jotted new lyrics and hummed different ideas to her crew who nodded along happily. Five interviews back to back, they had finally returned back to the hotel, taking picture after picture with fans.

The young woman was more than thrilled to be alone for a little while before her phone buzzed. Groaning, she answered it with a fake tone. “Hello?” A honey like chuckle respond on the other line, a voice that was so distinct it made her shiver. “Hello love, miss me? I was wondering if you wanted to get together tonight if you were free?” (Y/n) grinned from cheek to cheek before replying calmly despite the fact her heart was beating out of her chest. “Uh- yeah! I’d love to! Dinner at your place or what were you thinking?” He chuckled lowly, eliciting a shiver of anticipation. “You’re brilliant ya know that. That’s exactly what I was thinking. I’ll pick you up at eight, love. And sweetheart, dress like yourself.” He hung up swiftly and the young woman pondered before smiling.

Your P.O.V

I had tried on ten different outfits, one looking worst than the last. “Ughhh, I don’t know what to do!” I huffed, obviously anxious and worried for the date, which is in an hour.. Olive ransacks my closet, cussing. “Damn girl, you’ve got clothes for days! We can find something that’ll work.” Before I know, she pulls out a button up, jeans and a bad-ass brown leather jacket. I nod in approval before changing, heart thumping out of my chest. And before I knew it, his car pulled up with a loud brake screech. “Go get ‘em tiger.” Olive said to me with two thumbs up. “You look gorgeous, love” He says smoothly and I can’t help but rake my eyes up and down his body. He looks absolutely sinful and I want a bite. “So what did you concoct tonight, darling.” I watch as the hairs on his arms raise, all because of me.

We get back to his apartment which is beautifully lit with candles and there’s a strong aroma of pizza and vanilla candles. A strange but inviting scent that only pulls me further into his humble abode. “Make yourself comfortable, love. I’ll grab the food. You pick a movie.” I take off my jacket and scroll through a few movies until I settle on one that satisfies us both. After a few minutes, he lowers the volume so we can talk. “So what exactly are you looking for? You’re a performer. You understand how hard it is for people to communicate and make relationships so what are you looking for?” He sighs, leaning into me and I feel myself tense with excitement as he mutters, eyes bright and entrancing. “I’m just looking for someone who could keep me warm at night though something down the line would be lovely.”

I gulp and take a leap of faith. “What are you doing tonight then?” I expect him to pull away in disgust or react negatively as most usually do but when he pulls in closer, resting his hands between my thighs, my breath hitches. “You, hopefully.” Our eyes connect again and I do the unthinkable. I press my lips to his roughly and moan when he does the same for me. His large hands are everywhere, tugging and pulling me closer to him. “How ‘bout we take this to the bedroom, baby-girl?” I nod against his lips before kissing down his neck. The lower I go, the louder he groans. “Fuck, (Y/n)..” He grabs my hand, tugging me into the other room. We giggle and kiss one another on the way, easing whatever nervousness I possessed before. I rip open his shirt and press thick kisses along his skin, smirking as he moans. All of a sudden he turns me over grinding his lower region against mine and I can’t help but cuss lowly against his ear. “You like that, baby-girl. Fuck, I can’t wait to ravish you..”

The next morning I awake before him and leave a note on the table. Had a great time. Hope we can do this again. Sorry I had to dip. My manager called last minute. Until next time, love ;) I slip out of his apartment like a spy, attempting to be as incognito as possible. My whole face is covered and my movements are precise as I slip into the studio completely unnoticed. Olive, Derek, Andrew and a few of my other friends are there. And.. unfortunately Shawn. Olive and Derek are looking down and nobody makes eye contact with me except for Andrew and Shawn who both look pissed. “W-What’s wrong guys?” Shawn’s gaze drifts down to my neck before turning away, almost in disgust. “This is what’s wrong..” Andrew says with an exhausted sigh before showing me pictures on Twitter. They’re of last night.. Clear pictures of Harry and I kissing..

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