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rebeccatonkin · 4 years

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Sexual Soulmates. *Luke Hemmings*

WARNING: there’s smut in this imagine!

*Y/N’s pov*

"How come I always end up calling you when I can't fall asleep?"

The naked young man lying next to me looks at me. His bright blue eyes curiously stare at me. His blonde hair is partly flat and partly spiked up. It looks messy but cute. The sheets stop right above his waist. He's giving me a perfect view of his six-pack. His skin is pale and his arms and cheeks are covered in freckles. They look good on him.

I shrug my shoulders and pull the sheets a little higher so that they're covering my chest. "I don't know. I guess it's because sex wears you out. It's how you get rid of the last bit of energy that's left in you for you to fall asleep."

"Yeah, maybe that's why... Or maybe I just hope you that you invite me over so we can have amazing sex," he chuckles and throws the blankets off of him before he sits up on the edge of the bed.

He runs a hand through his blonde hair before he gets up and walks stark-naked to my bathroom. He's got no shame, not that he needs to be ashamed anyway. "Wanna join me?" he chirps from inside the bathroom and seconds later I hear the water running.

"Yeah, one second!" I yell back and empty the glass with red wine that I had poured in before he called me. I walk over to the shower and gasp loudly when he grabs my hips and lifts me. He pushes my back against the cold tiled wall and I shriek.

"What the hell?" I yell shocked and his smirk only grows. "How about I still have some energy left?"

"You're unbelievable," I laugh and he shakes his head. "Nah, it's you actually. I've never met a girl that's so casual about sex and always horny like me."

"So, what's wrong with that?"

He shakes his head and walks me to the running shower. "Nothing's wrong with that," he pauses and places me right under the shower cap.

The water is nice and warm and it washes the sweat beads off of me.

My wavy blonde hair ends mid ribcage and sticks to my body. "I think you're my sexual soulmate."

This time, it's my turn to chuckle. "Your sexual soulmate?"

He nods his head and trails kisses down my shoulders, to my breasts, then goes back my lips. The water has flattened his blonde hair. It's stuck to his forehead and I run my fingers through it, to mess it up. I love his hair.

"It means that we sexually match. Like we both have the same sex drive, we like to do the same things and we can keep sexual and emotional feelings apart."

He gently puts me down on the floor and puts some shower gel on his hand. He rubs his hands together and then rubs it on me. He starts at my shoulders and goes down my arms. Ever so slowly.

I bite my lip and intensely stare at him. "It's strangely attractive when you bite your lip. The fact that your hair is wet adds up to it."

I lick my lips on purpose. "Does it now?"

"You drive me crazy, Y/N. Crazy." He kisses my lips with force as his arms are wrapped around my back. He pulls me into him and puts his tongue in my mouth. His hands slide up and down my back and now my knees are feeling weak. My skin is on fire and he eagerly deepens the kiss.

"I know your body like the back of my hand," he whispers right below my ear and shivers run down my spine. I smirk. Two can play this game.

"Likewise," I whisper raspily and gently bite his earlobe. I put my hand on his biceps and push myself against him.

His breathing quickens and I bite my lip again, making sure that he notices.

"Fuck," he whispers and lifts me again, catching me by surprise. He presses my back against the tiles like earlier and pushes himself in me.

I moan loudly and dig my nails in his back. He immediately picks up the pace and I lean my head back against the wall. His strong arms lift me like I'm a feather while his strong hips push in and out of me. My breathing is ragged and his moans are hoarse.

The mirror in the bathroom is covered with small water droplets. He picks up the pace and I loudly scream his name. He's tearing me apart.

"Fuck Y/N, I'm close," he mutters and squeezes my hips. "So am I," I moan and cup his face. He presses his wet forehead against mine and looks into my eyes and slams his hips hard, causing us both to unravel.

We come undone from our highs and he caresses my cheek. "See what I mean?" He refers to the sexual soulmate-thing and I nod my head. "Absolutely."

This time I grab the shower gel and put it on him. "You look worn out so let me help you a bit," I wink and he pecks my lips.

"You're going to be the death of me, Y/N."

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rebeccatonkin · 4 years

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Wildflower!

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rebeccatonkin · 4 years

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Wildflower. *Ashton Irwin*

*Y/N’s pov*

Petals fall to the ground as a young man picks apart a flower and says, "She loved me, she never loved me."

He's sitting on a bench in the park. His elbows are propped up on his thighs. His hazel eyes are fixated on the small flower. He seems sad, comfortless and heartbroken. I want to walk up to him and tell him that whatever -or better whoever- is making him so sad is not worth it and that everything will be okay.

But I don't. Cause I'm feeling just as down as he is and in the end, who am I to tell him to cheer up? I don't even what happened to him. However, I can take a wild guess since he's picking apart a flower.

All of a sudden, the man looks up at me. It's as if he could feel my prying eyes on him. I quickly look away from him and focus on a bird that's eating breadcrumbs instead.

Sometimes I wish that I was a bird. Worries wouldn't exist and I'd be free. Free to do whatever I want and go wherever I want.

I can feel his eyes on me, they're burning holes in my skin and I'm feeling really hot. In the corner of my eye, I can see him get up and throw away the flower. He seems to hesitate for a second but then decides to go for it and walks over to me.

Why is he walking in my direction? Will he tell me to mind my own business or will he ask me why I'm looking as sad as he does?

"Hey, uh- I caught you staring at me..."

I mentally pinch my skin and bite my lip instead.

"I wasn't," I rush out. I'm feeling so stupid now. Even that damn bird could tell that I was looking at him.

The blonde-haired guy raises both his eyebrows and crosses his arms in front of his chest. He's handsome. He has wavy hair, hazel eyes and tattoos on his arms.

"You were," he states ever so seriously and I sigh defeated.

"Fine, I admit it, are you happy now?" I mumble and get up. I need to get away from here, from him.

"Hey, don't go!" he exclaims and catches my wrist. "I didn't mean no harm," he whispers and quickly lets go of me.

"Why did you walk up to me?" I ignore his sad eyes and focus on my toes instead.

He shrugs his shoulders. "Because we're both heartbroken?"

How did he know that? Was it that obvious? Did my ex write 'I dumped her' on my forehead?

I can't hold back the tears from rolling down my cheeks and I feel so stupid and embarrassed. I'm crying in front of a stranger.

His eyes grow wide and for a second, he seems lost. "Can I give you a hug?" he asks sweetly.

I nod my head right away and his strong arms engulf me in what seems to be the best hug ever. "You'll be alright," he whispers and I wipe away my tears.

"How can you tell?" I ask confused and dry my cheeks with the sleeves of my T-shirt. He lets go of me and I feel colder. His body felt warm and soft and I want him to hug me again.

"Because you're like me. We're both heartbroken but we'll be alright in the end."

"You don't know anything about me," I say coldly and he licks his lips.

"You're right. I don't know you but I do want to change that."

What does he mean by that? Why would he want to get to know me?

"What do you mean?" I tilt my head a little and look up at him, curiosity is written all over my face.

"Let's get a drink together, I might be able to get your mind off of him and you're helping me as well. In these five minutes with you, I haven't thought about her. Well, until now that is..." he chuckles awkwardly and his eyes seem a little less sad than before when he was picking apart petal flowers.

"Let's be each other's distraction. I know where to get the best hot chocolates in town." He carefully smiles at me and I find myself smiling back at him.

"O-okay," I'm hesitant, after all, he's a stranger but something about him feels familiar. I like it.

In the end, I don't think it's such a bad idea. We can pour our hearts out to each other and maybe even move on.

"I'm Ashton, by the way," he smiles and picks up a flower that was lying in the grass next to the bench I was sitting on. He hands it over to me and smiles at me.

"A wildflower for you," he whispers and I carefully take it. We make our way to the exit of the park and I can't help but wonder where this little encounter will lead.

"I'm Y/N," I say while rolling the stem of the flower between my fingers.

You're the only one who makes me Every time we I'll tell you what I like My wildflower

In honour of this beautiful song: Wildflower by 5 Seconds of Summer

Credits to the awesome drawer! https://twitter.com/RoseMlek

Love x

Rebecca Tonkin

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rebeccatonkin · 4 years

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Mafia. *Calum Hood*

*Y/N’s pov*

They all said that he was dangerous, that he was bad news, that he killed for a living and enjoyed the fear in his victim’s eyes.

Calum Hood was a huge person in the underworld. They say that he created it and therefore owned it.

He loved it when people saw their life passing by right before getting killed. It brought a smile onto his face and he got off on them begging him not to kill him. He was cruel, merciless and unrelenting.

He was always dressed in black. Black boots, black jeans and a black shirt, sometimes paired with a black blazer or leather jacket.

He had short black hair and numerous tattoos that littered his arms, his chest and his hands. It made him look even more menacing.

He had broad shoulders and thick-muscled arms. When you weren’t too intimidated by his appearance, you could see his faintly lined abs through his tight black shirt.

He was in control, he had the power and he sure as hell radiated it.

Or so they said.

I’ve lived here forever and I’ve heard everyone’s stories but I never paid much attention to them.

Until now.

“Wait, Y/N!”

It’s past midnight and I’m in a hurry to get away from him and that dangerous alleyway.

It’s where criminals do business, where police officers don’t dare to come and where the shiftiest bars are located.

It’s where the normal world meets the dark underworld.

And it’s where tonight turned out to be different than my usual Friday nights.

I know that I shouldn’t be here but he was so sweet and so gentle earlier that he tricked me into coming here with him. I should’ve known better but my mind was too clouded from all the alcohol I’d consumed earlier with my friends at the club.

He took advantage of my drunken state. He whispered sweet nothings into my ear and gently touched my waist. He danced with me and twirled me around like they do in the movies. He kissed me as if his life depended on it. It was sweet and passionate yet hungry and impatient. I’d been very stupid and I wished that I could turn back time.

“Y/N, for god sake! Wait a second and let me explain myself!”

He was faster than me, I could tell by his quickening footsteps but I kept on running like crazy. My chest was burning and my throat and mouth felt dry. I didn’t look behind me, my feet kept going and I turned yet another corner to try to get rid of him.

*Earlier on*

I was having the time of my life. I was dancing with my two best friends in the fanciest club in town. We were downing Strawberry Daiquiris like crazy, it was fun, careless and chill. It was different than the other Friday nights when we’d watch a movie together and eat crisps because tonight we had something to celebrate. We officially graduated tonight.

The three of us were dressed up in the most beautiful gowns ever. Mine was red, glimmery and very elegant. I felt like some princess from a faraway country and radiated confidence. I was on top of the world and he must have noticed that as well.

He slowly walked over to me from the bar, not once breaking eye contact. My breath had hitched in my throat, my pulse had quickened and my senses had heightened. He was drop-dead gorgeous and he only had eyes for me.

“Shit,” I cursed under my breath and both my friends winked at me before disappearing into the crowd to leave me alone with this hot stranger.

Black hair, dark brown eyes and plump, kissable lips.

I knew he was trouble. I fucking knew it yet I didn’t care. I didn’t care about any of these stupid, ridiculous rumours and that’s when I made the first mistake of the night. I let him in.

I was mad at him and myself but I was even more furious at the people that spread all the rumours about him because they left out how good he looked.

His big dark eyes looked me up and down. They were dazed yet wild and his lips turned into a smirk. I was on fire and my cheeks were burning.

He winked at me and took my hand in his. I let him. I let him sweep me off of my feet and danced with him for what felt like hours. He twirled me around like I was a princess, he slow danced with me like I was his girlfriend, he danced with me like he was Johnny and I was Baby and I was his forbidden fruit.

“Do you know who I am?�� he asked curiously. I nodded my head yes.

“I think so, you’re Calum Hood, right?”

“Yes, what about the rumours you heard about me?”

“What about them?” I yelled over the music.

He smirked and pulled me closer to him. “Well, I’m just saying that you shouldn’t believe them!” he smiled and I nodded understanding. “Let’s have fun, Calum!” I smiled back. Stupid, little me…

“You’re driving me crazy!” he yelled over the loud music and I grinned widely. “Show me!” I had yelled back and his eyes grew very dark. Instead of being scared, I got more and more confident and intrigued by him and placed a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. It was a bold move. He grabbed my hand and walked to the exit, he opened the heavy door and pressed me up against the wall of the club in the small alleyway. Was this lust or was it more?

He smashed his lips onto mine. I kissed him back. Doing that was the second mistake I made.

He smelt so good and so fresh. It reminded me of Canadian pines. I also smelt a hint of lemon, very sour but with a sweet aftertaste.

He slowly pulled away and traced my cheek with his calloused fingertips. “Your skin is so soft,” he whispered against my ear before placing sloppy kisses down my neck.

I put my head against the brick wall and pulled him closer until all of a sudden I heard a loud noise and both our heads snapped up in the direction where it was coming from. His eyes darkened and he immediately stepped in front of me so that his back was facing my stomach. He protectively hid me behind him while trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.

“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered sternly and I nodded in agreement.

Three guys appeared from the shadows farther down the alleyway. They looked intimidating and my stomach twisted. It was a sickening twist as if something bad was to go down.

Calum’s body tensed up. “Maybe I should have told you the truth earlier and before I decided to kiss you but some of those rumours that people spread about me are true.”

Just like that, my heartbeat sped up.

“What do you mean?” I hissed and tried to get away from him yet he stopped me and pushed me closer to the wall.

“Well, maybe I am dangerous… Have you ever heard of the Australian mafia?”

They’re butchers. They kill, they kidnap, they enjoy it. My heart stopped.

I was completely sober, my mind was racing and my eyes were a little clouded. I blinked a couple of times and tried to back away from him yet he stopped me again.

The three guys were walking closer to us, they were holding something in their hands and when they stepped into the lantern light, I could tell that they were holding knives, they were scratching it against the dumpsters in the back.

Calum too grabbed a knife that he kept hidden in his jacket and I gasped loudly.

I pushed him away and tried to even my breathing. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. I should’ve never let him kiss me, hell I shouldn’t have let him walk up to me in that club in the first place. I shouldn’t have ignored the rumours about him.

“I’ll count to three, on three, you run away from here as fast as you can. Don’t look back, don’t stop until you’re far away from here and most importantly don’t call the police,” he whispered harshly.

I clenched my hands. I was so angry. I was angry with myself for letting him close to me and angry with him for lying to me.

“Y/N, focus! On three. One, two, three, run!”

I wanted to stay and kick him where the sun never shines but I was also scared and confused.

“Run now!” he yelled and I obeyed. I found myself running away from him. My lungs were on fire, my mouth was dry and my body was drenched in cold sweat.

I heard a loud bang.

I stopped running and looked back to see what had happened.

Someone was lying on the cold, wet ground. I couldn’t see who it was but I felt nauseous when I realised it could be Calum.

He’s strong, yes, but he’s not Superman.

All of a sudden, three other people appeared and they started beating up the three guys that were towering over the guy who was lying on the ground. He was not moving at all.

I felt tears pricking my eyes. When I blinked them away, I saw the person getting up from the ground, he straightened his clothes and looked in my direction. I was so scared… It was hard to tell who it was due to the poor lighting in the alley.

“Y/N, I told you to run!” That’s Calum, he was the one lying on the ground and now he’s running over to me.

I was too scared to wait for him so instead, I turned away from him and started to run as fast as I could. It wasn’t easy due to my red gown but at least I was trying. My stomach twisted again. I wished we never met. He’s the leader of the freaking Australian mafia and he almost got killed tonight.

I didn’t want to be around him.

*Present time*

“Y/N wait!”

“Y/N, for god sake! Wait a second and let me explain myself!”

He quickly catches up with me and grabs my hand. He turns me around and I gasp. I’m so scared right now. Not of him but of the fact that he was their target.

His face is swollen and bruised. His lip is busted and his hands are scraped.

“Who were these guys?!” I ask frantically. I so badly want to take care of him and these cuts and bruises.

“American mafia…” he trails off and takes both my hands in his. “I never meant to put you in danger, I-just…”

I stare at him. I’m confused. He seems guilty and I bite my lip. What do I do? He’s part of the mafia, he’s dangerous and apparently, he carries knives around in his pockets.

“Look, I saw you in that club and thought you were really hot. I just wanted to get to know you, I never meant to put you in any danger,” he confesses, not once breaking eye contact.

“Also, I’m sorry for lying to you.”

My heart flutters, it feels so much better than my twisting stomach.

“Let me make it up to you. Let’s forget about what just happened and let me take you out some time?”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Forget about this? “How can I forget about this?!” I yell incredulously. He smiles apologetically and takes my hands in his as he did earlier. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Sorry? You’re sorry-“ He cuts me off by pressing his lips on mine. My body is on fire, his hands are all over me and my breath is taken away.

Wow. He’s sweeping me off of my feet. Like back in the club except that I’m sober now and he’s still making me swoon.

At this moment, I don’t care that he’s dangerous and involved with bad people. Because I know that I’ll be safe with him and he’ll protect me no matter what.

Fuck these stupid rumours.

I might regret this later on but right now I don’t care.

That’s mistake number four...

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rebeccatonkin · 4 years

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COVID-19. *Luke Hemmings*

*Luke's pov*

Sitting on my bed while playing the guitar was probably one of my favourite activities ever. The power I felt when strumming the strings was indescribable. I felt alive and peaceful. This whole lockdown situation was bearable for me. No late-night concerts in a faraway country, no interviews in some hot studio in Los Angeles where there would be an annoying reporter asking me about my relationship with Y/N all the time, no awkward, ridiculous photoshoots. I could get used to this for a while. And on top of that, I get to spend a lot of quality time with Y/N.

However, Y/N isn't feeling happy. She is sick and tired of being locked up in lockdown. She gets more and more depressed each day. Poor thing. I feel sorry for her. We have been in our house for an entire month now due to the COVID-19 outbreak. And she doesn’t seem to cope so well.

Y/N is a very sociable person and she misses her friends. She misses going for a drink after work with her colleagues or going to the local gym. She misses the crowded, rowdy streets of L.A.

The first week was alright for her. The first day, she cleaned the entire house alone. She didn’t want my help because then she’d be finished too quickly. In the end, it took her two days.

On the third day she worked in the garden. She started in the early morning and worked until the sun started to set. I didn’t know she had such green fingers but she liked it and I let her be. As long as she had something to do, she was happy.

On day four and five, we played board games and watched the television. She’s addicted to NCIS New Orleans and made me watch all the episodes with her. I know all about LaSalle, King and Percy now.

On the sixth day, she started to smile less and on the seventh day when all that could be done, was done, she looked sad and lost.

I tried to cheer her up by playing her favourite songs. I played them on my guitar, on the piano, acapella, whatever she wanted.

It didn't cheer her up.

The other day I tried to spoil her. I had woken up early so that I could make her breakfast on bed. She loves that. I made pancakes, eggs and bacon, toast, I pressed orange juice and made a hot chocolate with real Belgian chocolate.

She loves Belgian chocolate.

When I went up to our room, I happily walked inside. I opened the curtains so that the sun could light up her face and showed her the homemade breakfast.

She slightly smiled at me but her eyes didn't light up the way they usually do when I make this.

I sighed deeply and made her eat it even though she wasn't really hungry.

It’s time for plan C.

I told her earlier that I had an interview with the guys over Skype and told her that I had to be alone in the living room. I basically locked her up upstairs and handed her a glass of iced tea and her favourite cookies. I said that I’d call her once I was ready. I felt bad for lying but it was for the best.

While she was upstairs, I hung up fairy lights, I put pillows and blankets on the couch to add some cosiness and dimmed the lights. I lit what felt like dozens of candles and turned up some soft relaxing lounge music. I put on her favourite movie, I put popcorn on the table and poured two glasses of red wine.

Now, all that's left to do is call her.

"Y/N, can you come for a sec, I gotta show you something!"

“What do you need to show me? Is the interview done?” she shouted from up in our bedroom. “Yes, it’s over!” I try not to grin too much when she walks down the stairs.

“Come.” I grab her hand and lead her to the living room. Her eyes grow wide and they light up. Finally. She takes in the scene in front of her. The fairy lights, the many cushions, the popcorn, her favourite movie and the candles.

“This is beautiful!” she gasps and smiles at me. I nod in agreement and lead her over to the couch.

“But what’s the occasion?” she asks suspiciously.

“You,” I chuckle. I wrap my arms around her and kiss her hair.

“You’ve been looking glum ever since this lockdown started. I know you want to hang out with your friends and go to work and go shopping but we can’t... I can tell it’s difficult for you.” I sit down on the couch with her and look into her eyes.

“Also, usually we’re both apart throughout the day, I’m in the studio, making music and you’re at your job. We’re together in the evening, not the entire day like the past weeks. We’re not used to being in each other’s presence all the time. Other couples may be fine with being with each other all the time but we need our space.”

“Lately, your smile is hard to spot and your eyes are dull. I wanted to do something to make you happy again.”

She sighs deeply and takes my hand in hers. “I’m sorry. I just feel so drained and lost... But I shouldn’t have shut you out, I should’ve appreciated what you did for me, making me breakfast, playing my favourite songs and now this.” She flails her arms in the air to indicate that she appreciates what I did with the living room and I smile widely.

“It’s alright, baby, I understand.”

She kisses my lips hard and hugs me very tightly. “Thank you, Luke! If there is anyone I want to be in quarantine with, it’s you!”

Hello there,

Given the circumstances, I wrote an imagine about being quarantined. I hope you’re healthy! I hope this imagine will help you get through those dark days and please STAY HOME and STAY HEALTHY!

ALSO, let me know how you’re killing time! I might turn it into an imagine!

Love, Rebecca Tonkin x

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rebeccatonkin · 7 years

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Down. *Shawn Mendes*

*Y/N’s pov*

Once I shut the front door behind me, tears stream down my cheeks.

Oreo immediately sprints in my direction, cuddling me by caressing my legs with his head, body and tale. I choke on my tears and sadly lift up the white kitten. He is so sweet and caring. He wants to cheer me up.

“How did the exam go- oh…” Shawn’s smile disappears as he enters the living room and notices my red eyes and wet cheeks.

He quickly walks over to me and wraps his arms around my shaking frame. Finally, I allow all the tears to escape my eyes and I bury my face in his chest. Shawn tries to hold me close but Oreo has buried his face in my stomach. I gently put him down on the floor and Shawn pulls me in for a long, comforting hug. His hands rub soothing circles on my back. His chin is placed in my hair and he pulls me even closer.

“What happened?”

“I didn’t pass…” I sob and shake my head, not knowing what to do now.

“You are the best driver I know!” Shawn exclaims in disbelief and cups my face, gently forcing me to look at him.

“You are one amazing driver, Y/N. Don’t believe anything they said.”

“Shawn, I only received negative feedback. Nothing I did was good enough for them.”

“You know that that’s not true. I’ve taught you how to drive and you are my best pupil ever!”

“And the only one…”

“And the best, Y/N.”

“Shawn…”

“Don’t want to hear no, now we’re not using my car for the next week. We’re going to bed early. We’re going to order pizza and watch television.”

He gently wipes away my tears and intertwines our fingers. “Put on one of my jumpers. I’m going to order pizza. In the meantime, Oreo will keep you company. I won’t be long, though.”

“Thank you.” Shawn gently squeezes my hand, then ushers me to our bedroom. Oreo automatically following us.

“Those examinators don’t know how to drive themselves,” Shawn whispers slightly angry as he walks out of our bedroom. He’s upset too.

“I’m back!” Shawn smiles and cuddles me up.

He nudges my cheek with his nose before pecking my lips. “You look so good in my clothes, Schumacher.”

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rebeccatonkin · 7 years

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Oreo. *Shawn Mendes*

*Y/N’s pov*

“Shawn, stop the car!”

“What, Y/N, I can’t just stop in the middle-”

“Shawn! Do it now!”

Shawn confusedly parks the car beside the road. I jump out and walk back down the road we were on.

“Y/N? Where are you going?!” I hear Shawn yell from inside the car but I’m too shook up to answer him.

“Y/N?!”

“I’ll be right back!”

There it is. The small white ball of fur. It’s in the middle of the road but I can’t care less. I quickly crouch down beside the small white trembling kitten and carefully touch it. It’s made itself as small as possible. Poor thing.

I gently stroke its fur and take it in my arms. Telling the kitten that I’m here now and that I'm not going to leave it here. I quickly run back to the emergency lane where Shawn parked the car and jog over to him.

His eyebrows are knitted together, his hands are put on his hips. “What was that about? It’s dangerous to- what’s that in your hands?”

“It’s a kitten but it’s scared and I don’t know if it’s injured.”

Shawn’s eyes widen as he looks at the road, then back at his car. “Did I- you know?”

His face is pale and his eyes are filled with worries. “No, it wasn’t you. It was already there.”

An audible sigh leaves Shawn’s lips and he quickly steps closer to me and strokes the tiny kitten. “What do we do now?”

“We’ll go to the vet and they’ll know what to do.”

Shawn nods understandingly and points at the car. “Let’s get going then.”

***

A young woman, wearing a long white coat approaches us and shakes our hands. She leads us into her doctor’s office and I gently lay the white trembling kitten on the examination table. I unwrap the blanket I wrapped the kitten into to stay warm and let the woman do her job.

“It’s scared, traumatised but not injured. He’s one lucky kitten,” she says and carefully puts him back into my arms. I wrap the blanket around its tiny body and stroke the spot right behind his ears.

“So it’s a male?”

The young woman nods and smiles at me. She sits down behind her desk and folds her hands.

“What happens now?” Shawn asks and fondly looks down at the adorable white ball of fur.

“Well, you either keep him and take care of him, or I can call the local asylum-“

“No! Shawn, we can take him home, right?” I cut off the young woman and look at Shawn with pleading eyes. He chuckles softly and nods in agreement. “You’ve always wanted to have a cat so why not? Besides, he seems to be really comfortable in your arms.” I kiss Shawn’s cheek, smiling from ear to ear as he pays the vet.

“He’s traumatised yet he trusts you, Y/N. I think that if he were to be sent to an asylum, he’d get depressed,” she tells me and looks down at the kitten.

I nod understanding, letting the information sink in and get off the chair. I thank the young woman, shake her hand and walk out with Shawn.

I want this little ball of fur to be happy and I think we can do that by taking care of him, by providing him with food and water and a lot of cuddles and strokes.

“Can I call him Oreo?”

“He’s white, not black and white,” Shawn chuckles and unlocks his car.

“But I like it,” I pout and open the car door on the passenger’s side.

“Oreo it is then,” Shawn laughs and gets in the car. I sit down on the passenger’s seat and grin at him.

“You’re the best, Mendes.“

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Canada-Australia. *Shawn Mendes*

You were sitting on the couch beside Shawn. The reporter was enthusiastically introducing the football game. Canada-Australia. Shawn was emptying a bowl of crisps while you were casually throwing popcorn in your mouth. “If we win, you’ll cook dinner for me tomorrow.” “If we win, you’ll bake me blueberry muffins tomorrow.” He was drop-dead serious and so were you. “Deal.” You shook hands and looked back at the television. Shawn was wearing a Canadian football jersey whereas you were wearing the Australian one. Red and white versus green and yellow. You had drawn a red and white line on his cheeks and drawn a yellow and green heart on yours. “We’re so going to beat you,” you added, repeatedly poking his side to annoy him a little. He rolled his eyes and took your hand in his. He put it on his thigh, his hand on top of yours, and looked at you. “Oh, please. It’s Canada we’re talking about. We’re going to crush those Aussies.” A loud gasp left your mouth as you drew your hand away from his thigh. You felt offended. “This is on, Mendes.” A small smirk crawled onto his face and this time you rolled your eyes. “Do you know that we once beat American Samoa? 31-0.” Shawn chuckled softly before shaking his head at you. “How the hell do you even know that? Besides, does that really exist? American Samoa?” “Of course it exists and I know that because I obviously am the biggest fan ever.” He smiled softly and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “True, I bet you’re also Riley McGree’s biggest fan?” “Naturally.” “A no-of-course-not,-you’re-the-only-one-I-like-to-watch-when-running-around-on-a-field,-being-all-sweaty-and-that-kind-of-stuff would have been nice.”

You chuckle at how annoyed he looks and peck his cheek. You ignore the now slightly blurred red and white lines and lean your head on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that right?”

The annoyed facial expression changes into a happy one and he steals some popcorn, being satisfied with what you just said.

“I love you too, baby. Now, let’s focus on the game. Oh, and you better start making those muffins already.”

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Anorexia Nervosa. *Michael Clifford*

WARNING! This might be triggering. Please don’t read it if you’re not comfortable with it.

And remember you are beautiful! :)

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But you’ll never be alone

I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn

I’ll hold you when things go wrong

Baby, I’m right here

Girl give love to your body

It’s only you that can stop it

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His green eyes were filled with sadness. She shook her head at the full bowl of soup in front of her. If it hadn’t been for him staring at her, he wouldn’t have seen it. She was so subtle, so smart, so discreet.

So thin and so broken.

Y/N was tired of fighting. Her body was craving food. Craving vitamins, proteins and sugar but she wouldn’t, couldn’t, give in to her needs. She was so close to her goal. She was only a few kilos away from being happy, from being beautiful, from being perfect. Or so she thought.

All Michael saw was a little girl. A girl he loved with all his heart. She was so close to turning into a star. She would be the most beautiful one, shining brightly from up in the dark blue sky, watching over him.

He got up from his chair and sat down on his knees beside her chair. He took her bony hands in his. He wanted to squeeze them, reassure her, tell her everything was going to be okay but Michael was scared her hands would break and telling her everything was going to be okay would be a lie.

She was never ever going to be like before again. She was never ever going to be okay again. That much was clear. Yet there was this minuscule spark of hope blossoming in his stomach.

Winter was coming fast though.

He begged her to look at him, to look him in the eyes and to eat the soup. Even if it were only a few spoons.

But he was too demanding for her. She shook her head, trying to hold back the tears from running down her hollow cheeks. She got angry and pushed him away. She ran out of the kitchen and ran up the stairs with the little energy she had left in her exhausted body.

Asking her not to throw up was beyond possible. She hadn’t eaten at all today yet she’d throw up in a bit. She wouldn’t find peace if she didn’t throw up.

Y/N wasn’t angry at him. She was angry at herself for pushing away the amazing-smelling tomato soup. It looked beautiful. Creamy, orange and full of vitamins and life. The two last things were what she was lacking. She knew it but she couldn’t do anything about it. That low, mean voice in the back of her head ordered her to push away food and throw up. It ordered her to look in the mirror and it corrupted her mind to say that she was chubby, fat, overweight. Obese… It corrupted her mind to believe it.

She shouldn’t even care. Chubby, fat, overweight and obese people were beautiful people. All of them in their own unique way.

She knew that Michael would still love her the same if she weighed over one hundred kilos. She knew that he worshipped her no matter what and that she wasn’t only hurting herself but also her family, friends and him.

She fell down on their bed after having thrown up every last bit of nutrition she had in her. She felt empty because she simply was. Y/N was dizzy. Her head was spinning and her throat was burning from throwing up.

Y/N was done fighting this battle. She threw in the towel and closed her eyes.

Downstairs, Michael was crying. Knees pulled up to his chest, trying to cope with the pain she sparked in him. In a rage, he threw the tomato soup away and witnessed all of it splatter on the floor.

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He knows that perfection doesn’t exist, it never did.

He knows that starved girls, starved bodies, aren’t beautiful. They never were. It is unhealthy and fragile and they break his heart before ripping it to millions of tiny shreds.

It aches, it twists, it ripples. It hurts.

It lies and deceives.

Anorexia kills.

I got inspired by the song: Dusk Till Dawn by Zayn and Sia.

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OMG YOU'RE BACK LOVED THAT WRITING TOO

Aww, thank you! The past month had been very busy but I'll try to post more frequently from now on! :)

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Happy Birthday. *Ashton Irwin*

The seventh of July, two thousand and seventeen.

*Y/N’s pov*

I pull the soft bed sheets higher so that they’re pulled up to my chin and cuddle Ashton’s side to get warmer. I place my cheek on his chest and sigh contently when he wraps his arm around my waist. He pulls me even closer, causing me to grin like a fool in his arms. Ashton’s naked chest is warm and his skin is soft and slightly covered with chest hair. The morning sun is lighting up his hotel room of which two of the four walls consist out of glass and nothing else. It’s very beautiful at night, with the millions of city lights lighting up the city that never sleeps. In the morning the view is breathtaking as well. The bright orange morning sun fighting the mile-high skyscrapers which try to cast shadows on the streets.

A stubborn sun ray is blinding me and I tightly squeeze my eyes shut before burying my face in Ashton’s muscle-y chest. He sighs softly as he runs his longs fingers up and down my arms and shoulders and I lift my head to look up at him. His hazel eyes are filled with the orange reflection of the sun and I almost want to reach out and touch them. Van Gogh could have painted this and called it his masterpiece.

“Good morning,” Ashton says in a raspy voice and quickly clears his throat. I smile widely at him and lean in to peck his lips. His eyes light up when I pull back and I feel like drowning in the hazel depths. “How did you sleep?” he whispers. I don’t know if he’s whispering because he’s scared of his voice sounding raspy again or because we’re both feeling fragile and special in the fiery orange sunlight. “I slept like the Sleeping Beauty after the spell.” He giggles softly, crinkles around his eyes and dimples in his cheeks. My heart does a somersault, it even tries to leap out of my chest but changes its mind in the end.

I gently reach out my hand to cup his cheek and kiss his lips three times. “Happy birthday, Ash.” “Thank you,” he whispers and excitedly sits up, making me sit up as well. I yawn deeply and stretch my arms above my head before getting up out of bed. “I’ll be right back!” I yell over my shoulder and disappear into the kitchen. I open the fridge and smile proudly. I’m not a good cook. Sometimes I even struggle when cooking eggs and bacon so Ashton has to take over but this time, I did everything without needing help.

I take the banana bread out of the fridge and mentally pat my shoulder. This looks yummy and I almost forget about the two whole hours that consisted out of cursing my (non-existent) cooking skills, this damn banana bread and Ashton’s birthday. Yesterday afternoon I was five seconds away from having a mental breakdown…

I hum a made up melody while dancing around the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. I grab a small tray and put the banana bread on it before putting a candle in the middle. I pour a glass of fruit juice and two flutes of champagne and place his tiny birthday present beside them. I say a quick prayer to the gods above, begging them to keep the tray balanced. I light the candle and exhale audibly. With two shaky hands and my held-in breath, I walk back into the bedroom and successfully place the tray in his lap. Thank you.

“This is so cute! You’re the best!” Ashton smiles. He blows out the candle and pulls me in for a hug. He places a long kiss on my cheek before memorising the tray in his lap. “Did you…?” His voice is full of disbelief as he points at the banana bread, his eyes wide with surprise. “Yep,” I say proudly and my heart warms up when he claps his hands to congratulate me. “There is a cook hidden in you, we just didn’t know it.” I shake my head and sit down on the bed, right next to him so that our legs are touching.

“I guess this is the moment where I open this lovely present?” “Yes.” He grabs the tiny gift with his huge hands and shakes it while holding it next to his ear. “Nothing fragile,” he mutters to himself and slightly furrows his eyebrows. “What could this be?”

He patiently opens the present, carefully unpacking it, instead of tearing the wrapping paper to shreds like I always do. “It’s a mini drumstick! Two mini drumsticks!” he exclaims and inspects them closer, making me giggle at his happiness. “Oh! I understand!” he smiles and hands one to me. He takes off his silver dog tag necklace and attaches the small drumstick. “This is too cute! I have no words for it…” he giggles and places kisses on my cheek, neck and shoulder. “I’m glad you like it, I was a little nervous.” He shakes his head at me and cups my face. “I love it.”

After a minute of bathing in happiness, I point at the tray with food, causing Ashton to nod in agreement. He takes the knife that I placed beside the banana bread and carefully cuts two slices. One for me, one for him.

He hands me a slice, along with a flute of champagne and presses his drink against mine. “Cheers,” he grins happily and bumps my shoulder with his. “Cheers. To your birthday.” “To your banana bread, baby,” he laughs and takes a bite of it. He nods in approval and without knowing it, he gave me a present as well.

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New Tattoo. *Shawn Mendes*

*Y/N’s pov*

“And what do you think?”

Your eyes flicker between the grey lamp filled with blue flowers on the back of his right upper arm and his warm brown eyes, twinkling with excitement. You look back at the tattoo, then at his face. You don’t know what to say. Or actually you know what to say but you don’t know how. You open your mouth but quickly close it and he notices because he gently takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers and looks at you.

“You don’t like it,” he frowns without taking his eyes off of you.

“No, it’s uh- uh-“

“You don’t like it,” he repeats again and this time it really sounds like a statement.

You look back at him and frown deeply when his eyes are no longer twinkling with happiness. Instead, they’re slowly filling with sadness and disappointment.

“No, Shawn, it’s not that, it’s just-“

“Just what?”

You sigh deeply and observe the big tattoo for the third time in 5 minutes.

“Does this mean that you want a sleeve tattoo?”

“What no!” he giggles and crinkles appear beside his eyes. “I’ll just stick to these two and maybe when I’m older I’ll get another one. I don’t know that yet… Why are you asking?”

“It’s nothing…”

He cups your face and gently makes you look at him. “Y/N, I know you’re scared that I will leave you or get this huge ego but I promise you I’m not going to let that happen.” He captivates your eyes with his and you can see the honesty in his eyes. It’s like reading a book. His beautiful eyes are the pages and the different shades of brown are the feelings.

“And for your information, I thought this through. I really did,” he adds and softly smiles down at you.

“But, you said you’d never get tattoos, you said they scared you?”

“Well when I was younger they did scare me indeed. No, that’s a lie. I’m still scared of needles,” he confesses sheepishly and a small blush tinges his cheeks pink.

“Then why get another tattoo?” you frown and trace the outline of the tattoo.

“Because I wanted to. You see, Y/N, the lamp represents you because you illuminate me and the darkness around me. The blue flowers represent us. We’re safe in this lamp, because of your brightness. Also, we’re flowers, which means we can grow, in our relationship, as people. It sort of represents our future as well.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you let his words sink in. “Our future?” You ask just to be sure you heard him right. “Yes, our future,” he whispers and softly pulls you closer to him. A small smile plays on his lips. “So, Y/N, what do you think?” he asks playfully, referring to what he said ten minutes ago when he almost kicked down the door of your apartment so he could watch your reaction. “If you’re neither getting a sleeve tattoo nor a big ego, then yes.” “Yes?!” he asks excitedly yet he tries to play it cool. “Yes, I like it.” He smiles widely, lifts you up and spins you around. “Yes,” he repeats and grins widely. I decided to write this after I’d heard about his new tattoo. I hope you enjoy it! X

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Rejects. Part 4. *Luke Hemmings*

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

The angel: “Don’t listen to the devil, listen to me and to your heart. You want her so why not just hold her and tell her this? Why not face her parents and tell them that you love their daughter to the sun and back? -The Sun because it’s farther away from Earth than the Moon.- Why not kiss her on the lips in front of them so that they can see how much you love her? Be strong for a little longer and never leave her side.”

*Luke’s pov*

I’ve been watching her ever since I left her. Ever since I rejected her. I hate myself for what I did and I guess it’s a good thing that people hate me. I deserve every bit of it. I deserve to be called names, I deserve to be punched, I deserve to be unhappy. But she doesn’t. She didn’t do anything wrong yet I took away her happiness. I still don’t know what came over me. I just felt so small back then. Also, the little devil on my shoulder kept telling me to break up with her because she deserves so much better and so much more. Maybe that’s what she did wrong. She loved me and trusted me when she shouldn’t have.

She’s sitting on her bed, legs crossed and her hair braided in a very messy braid. She’s wearing my oversized shirt, making her look ten times smaller than she actually is. It bothers me that she’s still wearing my shirt. She should have thrown it away the very second I left her. She should’ve ripped it to shreds or even better, she should’ve burnt it. Every five minutes she stops reading and closes her eyes. She takes in the scent of my shirt and I can tell that it hurts her. It hurts her because it smells of me. Of what we had and lost. It breaks my heart to watch her dull eyes instead of her very bright ones. I guess I didn’t only take away her happiness but also her life. Or at least that’s what it seems like.

Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice. What if I ignored that little devil and actually focussed on the small angel sitting on my other shoulder. It told me to never leave her and cherish her forever.

I rub my temples when the angel’s words keep on repeating themselves. I know I made a mistake. I know I destroyed Y/N. I know that we will never get back together and I know for sure that I’ll always be alone. I’ll always be a reject. I feel tears prickling my eyes but close them. I’m not letting them out.

I flinch when I feel a hand on my shoulder and quickly slap it away. I’m about to turn around and say something when the person beats me to it. “L-Luke?”

My eyes grow wide and my heartbeat speeds up. My hands get sweaty and my throat tightens. Y/N.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, barely above a whisper. I close my eyes and sigh deeply. I shrug my shoulders and wait for her to walk away. Instead I hear her footsteps come closer to me and I tense up.

“You want her so why not just hold her and tell her this?“

“Be strong for a little longer.”

I clench my jaw and fists and I’m literally trembling. There are so many emotions bottled up inside of me. They need to get out of my body right now. I’m done poisoning myself. I’m ready to face her and show her how much she means to me.

“Luke?” she asks softly and I can imagine the tears welling up in her eyes. Her voice is hoarse and weak and I wish I wasn’t the cause of it.

I sigh shakily and slowly turn around. She’s on the verge of tears, her eyes are glossy and her bottom lip is slightly trembling. I never wanted any of this to happen. I wanted to make her happy and make it easier. I wanted to save her from me. “Y/N…” I whisper softly and wrap my arms around her small, shaking frame. I breathe in her scent and I can’t hold back any longer. “I’m so so sorry,” I whisper and nuzzle my head in the crook of her neck. She tightly wraps her arms around me. One hand plays with my hair and the other rubs soothing circles on my back. “I missed you so much.” I nod and tighten my grip around her waist as well. “I’ve been so stupid, I-I just didn’t want to hurt you and I thought that letting you go would make it better-” “Shh, Luke, it’s okay, you’re here now.” “I’m sorry,” I whisper and shakily try to wipe away my tears. “I missed you too. Not one day went by without me thinking of you and realising how much of an idiot I’d been.” She tightens her grip on me as well before speaking up, “Luke, please… I need you to kiss me.” My breath hitches in my throat and I lift my head up. “Y-you want that?” “It’s all I ever wanted. Ever since you left. I need it.” “Oh, baby…” I sob and cup her face in my hands and wipe away the tears. I give her a small, weak smile and lean in. I close my eyes and sparks erupt in my stomach once my lips touch hers. Our tears melt together and our hearts jump with joy. This feels so right, so good. Her hand pushes me closer to her whilst the other one continues to play with my hair. This feels amazing. I pull her chest against mine and devour her. I try to put all my passion, desire and longing into this kiss. I try to show her how much I regret rejecting her by kissing her as if my life depended on it.

“I love you,” I whisper between kisses and a small chuckle leaves Y/N’s lips. “I love you too, Luke. More than you’ll ever know.” I grin widely but not once do I break the kiss. I’m scared that when I let go, I’ll wake up and find out this was all a dream. A very beautiful dream.

“Luke?” “Yes?” “I need to catch my breath,” she breathes heavily and reluctantly pulls away. We slowly part but stop once there are two inches between us. Her cheeks are tinged pink and her lips are slightly swollen. “You’re so beautiful.” She blushes even more and I slowly put a strand of hair behind her ear. Her braid is no longer a braid, it’s a bird nest due to my hands having played with it. She’s still wearing my shirt and I can’t help but think about her having spot me when I was staring at her. I guess I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice her leaving her bedroom and her house. I didn’t notice her walking over to me.

I cup her face again and faintly touch her nose with mine. Her eyes lock with mine and I feel her hot breath fan my face. “I think I’m ready to face your parents,” I whisper, and when she doesn’t react, I think she didn’t hear me. “Y-You want what?” “I want to meet your parents. I honestly don’t care anymore, Y/N. They can hate me as much as they want. As long as you don’t hate me because I can’t bear that.” Fresh tears roll down her cheek as she nods her head in agreement. “Come here, you,” she smiles and presses her lips on mine again.

“I love you to the sun and back.”

This is the final part! Let me know if you liked it and which one was your favourite! And don’t hesitate to request something!!! :)

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