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f1nalboys · 3 years

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Let The Show Begin

SO the amazing @bisexual-horror-fan has an OC Amber (who is literally the love of my life) and she recently wrote a fic of Amber meeting my Slasher OC Red and god I loved it!!

I had the idea of Amber going to see Red’s band in concert and just had to write it so, here it is!! I really hope you like it Bex, and I hope I did Amber justice!

WORD COUNT: 1569

WARNINGS: none. just Red and Amber being bffs

“Red, man, if you don’t stop pacing I’m going to have to beat you to death with the microphone stand.” Indigo mutters, their leg sticking out in an attempt to trip him. He flips them off but, knowing that they are 100% serious, flops down on the couch next to them. They rest their hand on his leg. “What’s got you so amped up? You nervous?”

Red nods his head. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Indigo why he was nervous. He can feel their eyes on him and he groans. “I invited a… friend to come see us play and I’m nervous.”

“Ooh, a friend you say?” Indigo teases, their eyebrows wiggling. Red scoffs, going to run a hand through his hair before remembering he had done his liberty spikes for the show. “And is this friend a sexy friend?”

“Shut up! And no, she’s in a relationship.”

“A serious one?” Red snorts. He had asked the same damn thing. He nods and Indigo hums, turning and waving at Naveen as he walks in. His drumsticks were sticking out of his front pocket, the paint on the ends chipping.

Naveen sits next to Red, swinging his legs over to lay on top of Red and Indigo. “Yeah, like, ‘his-initials-are-carved-into-her-skin’ serious.” Naveen whistles, not knowing what the hell the two of them were talking about.

Indigo grins, clearly loving that. “She sound’s badass. She coming backstage?”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for her to text that she’s here so I can go get her the pass.” His phone chimes and he pulls it out of his pocket and he smiles. Ignoring the ‘ooh's' and ‘Red’s got a crush’ coming from the two, he stands and rushes out of the green room. He had ten minutes before he had to get on stage.

She was easy to spot. She looked beautiful, her red curly hair a neon sign in between the sea of black and blue of the other patrons. “Amber!” Red yells, grinning when Amber looks around until she spots him. Her smile matches his and he can feel his heart skip a beat as she shimmies her way through the crowd. God damn it; she really was something special.

“Red! You’re looking good; the hair is nice,” She says, her manicured hand reaching out and touching one of his spikes. He grins, waving her flattery off. “So, you wanted to see me before you performed? Are you trying to warn me of some weird thing you do on stage? Tell me you aren’t one of those bands that throw up as part of their act.”

“Jesus, no. What kind of bands do you go see?” He asks and she shrugs, smiling again. Her lips were painted red, a staple of hers it seems, and her outfit was surprisingly more punk than he’d have expected from her. “I wanted to give you a backstage pass. There’s another band going on after us and I figured you might wanna come and see me, you know, since you’re totally going to fall in love with me while I sing.”

Amber rolls her eyes, taking the slip of paper from his hands. “A backstage pass for little old me? You shouldn’t have.”

“It’s a pretty exclusive offer, had to cash in a few favors for it.” He says, puffing his chest out slightly. He was obviously fucking with her, but she didn’t realize the extent until she really looked at the paper. She laughs, throwing her head back, and his heart swells. He made her laugh!

“It’s a piece of paper with ‘Let her through, Nathan. - signed, Red’ on it. You might’ve gotten ripped off, babe.” He rolls his eyes, glancing down at his watch and cursing. He has five minutes. She grins at him. “Gotta run?”

He nods, pulling her in for a quick hug before turning and running backstage. Amber chuckles to herself, slipping the paper in her pocket, and begins to make her way through the crowd. She was excited, actually. The last time she hung out with Red she had convinced him to show her one of his bands songs and she immediately wanted to see him live.

The lights dim as she gets closer to the stage, grinning as the crowd quiets. The sound of microphone feedback catches her attention and she can feel the excitement in the crowd grow. “Welcome to the stage… Sinful Tranquility!” The crowd erupts into cheers and shouts as the stage lights turn on, the stage turning red.

Amber could make out four silhouettes and immediately clocks Red, his liberty spikes giving him away just a bit. The drums start, and then a guitar, and a bass, and finally Red. The lights flash, the crowd jumps in tune with the music, and Amber realizes she is kind of in the middle of a mosh pit. Red was singing and playing the guitar at the same time and Amber was actually really impressed.

Seeing them live was vastly different from listening on the record Red had. Their sound was a mix of early Napalm Death and Against Me!, which came together to make a unique sound Amber hadn’t heard before. She loved it. She found herself jumping along with the crowd, yelling and cheering with each new song.

“Thank you all! That’s it for us but stick around because Sinners, Saints, and Souls are next!” Red yelled into the microphone, breathing heavy, as his set finally finished. The lights go dim and he and the rest of his band get off stage. He breaks into a grin as he gets backstage, people cheering and clapping him on the back.

“We were fucking awesome!” Naveen says, throwing an arm over Indigo and Kell, the band's bassist. They grin, turning to Red who was looking around for Amber. “You looking for your little girlfriend, Keiji?” Naveen teases.

Before he can give his snarky response, Red see’s a flash of red and grins. “Not his girlfriend, just a friend who’s a girl,” Amber replies cooly, coming over and grinning when Red slings his arm over her shoulder. He had a good foot on her and his arm completely swamped her. “You guys were fucking awesome, by the way. I’m Amber, though I take it Red’s talked about me?”

Indigo snorts and Red sighs, preparing for the embarrassment about to ensue. “Bordering on obsession. I’m Indigo, that’s Naveen and that’s Kell.” Amber elbows Red in the side slightly as he groans. “So, I heard you got your boyfriend’s initials carved into your skin?”

“So you’re spilling all my secrets?” Amber asks Red who can do nothing but give an embarrassed smile in response. She pulls her collar down to reveal the scar and Indigo whistles. “Told you we were serious.”

“You’re fucking cool.” Naveen says before getting distracted by a tech guy who walks past him with a wink. He excuses himself and runs off after him, surely trying to get his number. Indigo groans. Now they were going to have to wear their soundproof headphones if Naveen got to bring him home.

Red walks Amber to the green room where the next band was leaving. He says hi, introducing Amber to the members, before getting inside the room and shutting the door behind him. “The lead singer is a dickhead,” He mutters, grabbing a water bottle and tossing one to her. She chuckles, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to her. “So, you really enjoyed the show?”

“Yeah. I mean, it was a 7 out of 10.” She says, instantly feeling bad when she sees his face drop. He swallows hard, nodding and turning his head away from her. He’d never admit it, but he really was trying to impress her. It’s not even that he wanted to date her, it’s just that she was so cool and he wanted her to think he was too. “I’m kidding, Red. You did great!”

“Don’t fuck with me like that!” He whines, punching her shoulder gently. The two of them break into a fit of giggles. “I’m glad you liked it, though. This was definitely one of our better shows.”

She raises an eyebrow, taking a sip from her water, waiting for him to elaborate. “The last show we did here, Indigo almost shit themselves. The complimentary burritos weren’t all that fresh, if you know what I mean.”

“Keiji! Don’t tell her that!” Indigo says, standing in the doorway, their face contorted in anger. He hadn’t even heard the door open. “Come here, fucker!” Red jumps up and over Amber, running away from Indigo who follows closely behind him. Amber laughs as she watches them leave the green room and laughs even harder when she hears the sound of Red being tackled.

“Ow! Get off me, you fucking heathen!” Red yells, his voice muffled by the floor. Amber settles back into the couch, taking another sip of her drink, and grinning. She liked him. He was funny, cool, definitely interesting, and he liked her. And despite the constant flirting, she knew he wouldn’t ever try to go further than that even if she gave him an in.

“Damn, I’m guessing Red told you about the shit-show last year?” Naveen says, flopping down next to Amber and she snorts, nodding. “They’re gonna be fighting for a while. Want me to order some pizza?”

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noir-porker-parker-holland · 5 years

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O.O

Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k of fluff bc it seems im incapable of writing anything else

Summary: You were joe’s Bff and he introduced you to Ben, needless to say sparks fly and MIckey was involved

A/n: My asks are always open so you can request something or asked to be added to my tags . Or for shit’s and giggles you can just say something. wow i sound desperate -----

Being Joe's Best friend had it perks. For one, you were usually his date for events if he didn't already have one. He'd invite you to set every so often. You also got to me a bunch of actors that you looked up to. You were an English major and was trying to be a writer, so everytime you needed a character that was in showbiz, you'd implement things from real life into your story. Or implement different personality traits from different people you've met.

Currently you, were writing-or more like trying to begin to write a novel.

You had a character named, Noah. He had the classic fuckboy look, but was actually a very shy,introverted person. You were looking for a very specific personality traits that seems to be rare in most people so you were stuck at your computer on a Wednesday afternoon, thinking about different characters you've seen in a movie or read about that acts like Noah. But Noah is a unique character that can't be copied, or so it seemed.

You groaned while getting up from your seat at the table to walk to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. At that moment, a knock hit the door. You groaned again knowing you'd have to walk to the door to open it. You were met with your best friend's face in the doorway looking more excited hat usual. “Hey Joe,” you said letting the boy in. “Y/n do you remember that movie I auditioned for a while back?” He asked. “the biopic about a band or something?” You asked, he nodded, “it was a Queen biopic. But i just got a call. And I got the part!!” He shouted. You looked at him and smiled, “congrats buddy.” You sat back down at your table, looking at the screen once again before evidently rubbing your eyes frustratedly. “Writer's block?” He asked. “I have a character, Noah that has a particular personality traits but I can't seem to perfect his character.” You said.

Just then, a light bulb shone above Joe's head. “Why don't you come to set with me in a couple of weeks and maybe you can meet some people to base the character off of.” He suggested. You looked at him with wide eyes. “Bro, that would be amazing!” You said coming over to hug him. You closed your laptop and got ready for a fun day with your bestie.

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A couple weeks passed and you forgot about Joe taking you set. Your story, sat there on your laptop unopened because you knew you'd just waste time looking at the screen. So you wrote a bunch of short stories, poems, etc in your free time. As you finished up a short story you had in mind, your phone rang and a silly picture of you and Joe flashed across the screen. “Hey Joe, what's up?” You said. “Hey y/n, I'm on set right now and I was wondering if you wanted to come tomorrow?” he asked, voices were evident in the background. You didn't have class tomorrow nor were you working so it worked out perfectly. “Yeah, I'm totally free so you'd pick me up?” You said. “Yeah, around 8-ish.” He said. You nodded though he couldn't see you. “Alright see you then.” You said ending the call.

You tried to remember all that he told you about this movie, “it's a biopic about Queen” and that's when it hit you. Queen was your all time favorite band and you brushed that minor little detail off as though it was nothing. Needless to say, thra minor detail made you extremely anxious for what would come tomorrow.

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Tomorrow- or today now, came quite quickly. You were up at 7 in order to get ready for when Joe came. You put on some black acid washed jeans, a graphic tee, and some black doc martens and packed your backpack with your laptop, a sketchbook because you had notes on it, and some other stuff. As you finished off your makeup for the day, Joe knocked on the door. You put your lipstick, phoen, charger, etc in your bag and went to leave. “Hey kid,” Joe's said. You chuckled. You were quite younger that him, you only knew him because your brother was dating his sister and when you met him you two be and friends. But I've the many years you've known him, he's acted like he was the exact same age as you.

You hopped into Joe's car and left for set. Throughout the entire car ride it was you and Joe singing along to queen songs, or you two just crashing up on what was happening in each of your lives.

“So y/n no new boy news?” Joe asked out of the blue. You snickered, “ha as though that would ever happen.” You said. He looked at you with an incredulous look, “shut up. Stop doubting yourself. You are going to find a man, and hopefully it will be by my doing but either way you will find a guy to at least spend some of your life with.” he said. You looked at him, “has that worked out in the past? No.” You said. Your previous relationship ended in your ex saying that the girl sucking his dick was only performing a 'service’ and that he felt nothing towards her whatsoever. And that resulted in her slapping him, and saying “you said you loved me!” Before gathering her shit and leaving. Which led to you breaking it off with him. So, that's why you don't necessarily trust guys.

Soon enough, you were at set and Joe was leading you to where the magic happens. “Hey Joe!” You heard someone exclaim but you were too busy letting your eyes explore all the things around you. “Oh y/n this is Gwilym Lee he plays Brian may,” Joe introduced. Gwilym stuck his hand out for you to shake and you gladly took it, mumbling a 'hello nice to meet you’ to the very tall man. “Ah, My love!” You heard Joe exclaim which prompted you to turn to look at 'his love’. “Hello Joe,” a blonde headed man said. Even though he didn't know him, you were about to steal 'his love’. “Oh Ben,” Joe started. So his name's Ben, cute. “This is my best friend, y/n.” You took Ben's outstretched hand and you felt his gaze on you linger a bit longer than usual. Gwilym and Joe exchanged a look before saying they were needed somewhere else, leaving you and Ben alone together. “So Ben who do you play?” You asked. “uh, Roger Taylor.” He said timidly. You both stood there quite awkwardly before you opened your mouth to speak again. “Hey I'm can you tell me where Joe's trailer is? I need to get some writing done.” You said. “Oh yeah sure, btu you're a writer?” He asked. You nodded, “I'm writing a novel right know- or at least trying to.” He looked your way while leading you. “Why do you say that?” He asked. “Writer's block is a bitch. I can't seem to find a right personality traits for one of my characters and it sucks.” You explained. “Well can I read what you have so far? Once we get in the trailer.” He asked, you nodded.

The rest of the walk to Joe's trailer was quite awkward and quiet. Albeit, Ben is great company but you just met him and he's a bit shy. He opened the door for you and you entered Joe's trailer. You sat down on the couch and Ben was next to you. A reasonable distance way but you didn't mind if he were to scoot closer. You opened up the document on your laptop and placed it on Ben's lap so he could read.

“Wow,” he started. “But?” “But there's a lot of talk about Noah but he hasn't been introduced so…” he trailer off. You nodded your head slowly, “Noah was the character I was having trouble with. Couldn't seem to find the right trait for him, you know?” He nodded.

You both stayed in the trailer till it was Ben's turn to go shoot his scenes. Then you were left alone with not even Joe to keep you company. Just then the door swung up revealing a blonde lady. “Joe! I- oh hello. Are you here with his?” She asked. You nodded, “hi, I'm y/n Joe's friend.” She shook your outstretched hand, “I'm Lucy. I play Mary in the movie.” She explained. “Can I just say that I'm living for this outfit right now.” Lucy complemented. “Why thank you, that so kind you to say.” You said. “Well I need to go shoot some scene but I hope to talk to you a bit later. Bye.”

And with that she left.

By the time Joe said to meet for lunch you were almost done editing your first draft of a short story. He texted you saying to meet at his trailer so you figured you wouldn't need to move. “Hey y/n, have a nice time with ben?” He said wiggling his eyebrows. You nodded, “yes as a matter of fact I did.”

“What did you guys do together?” He asked, you knew exactly where this was going. “Well, I showed him my short stories and told him about my character dilemma, and no we did not hook up Joe.” You said. His cheeky smile soon melted into a visible pout that you couldn't help but laugh at.

Lunch was normal with Joe, no talk about Ben whatsoever. Joe showed you some videos of him practicing the bass. Overall, it was a good lunch. Joe went back to set but you had to go home. Your brother had asked you to babysit his year old daughter and well how were you going to decline to the face of your niece. But it would be ok because Joe would stop by later anyway.

You took an Uber home and awaited your niece by making dinner for later. The bell to your apartment rang and there was you brother holding his daughter in his arms. “Hey y/n.” He said.”thank you so much for watching her for the night. It feels good to have a night out by ourselves for once.” You chuckled. “Must be good.” You said. “Ah, it is.” He sighed before leaving.

The baby in your arms fussed and you out her on the floor in front of the TV so she could roam around while you called Joe. “Hey y/n, I have to ask are we still on for tonight?” he asked. “yeah that's what I called to tell you-” you were soon cut off by the sound of Mickey's cries. You picked her up and held her against you chest while you talked to Joe. “I'm babysitting my niece, is that ok?” You asked. “Yeah of course. I highly doubt a baby is going to put a damper on tonight. Well they're calling me back to set so bye.”

The day went by quick with Mickey. She wasn't ass fussy after you continuously held her. Like most girls she just wants a hug. There was a knock at the door and you could only assume it was Joe. When you opened it, Ben was standing there. Cheeky Joe, you thought. “Hey Ben,” you said. “Where’s joe?” You led him inside. “Oh he couldn’t make it. Said something about a date with his TV,” He told you. “But um, who’s this?” He motioned to the baby in your arms.

“Oh this is my niece Mickey. I’m babysitting her for tonight.” You said, as he nodded. “So, what exactly do you and joe do on movie night besides watching a movie?” He asked.

You walked to the kitchen with Mickey starting to fuss in your arms once again. “Well uh-” Your sentence was cut off with Mickey starting to cry. Oh lord, you thought. You tried to calm her down but that didn’t seem to do anything. Ben walked towards you and mickey with his hands out “Here let me take her,” You handed him the crying child and suddenly her cried came to an abrupt stop. She nuzzled into him like she did to you moments before. “Thanks.” You said. “Me and joe usually eat dinner then go to the couch to watch movies.”

He nodded as he said down on the stool, and Mickey closing her eyes. “Do you guys like cuddle and stuff?” He asked, going slightly red. “If we’ve had a shit day. Or we just want to.” You said. He nodded.

Dinner went off without a hitch and not you were sitting on the couch with ben on your left, scrolling through netflix to try and find something to watch. You finally found something and you got comfortable under some blankets.

Half way through the movie, ben asked something that had been bugging him since dinner. “Y/n?” you hummed in response. “Do you want to cuddle or something?” He took your silence as a no and started saying things as an excuse. “You don’t have to. Was just wondering-” He was cut off by you nuzzling into his side. “Seems like Mickey is asleep. I’m going to take her to the room.” You said getting up and taking sleeping Mickey with you.

You came back and found ben lying down on the couch. He made room for you and you two were cuddling. As in, you were almost completely on top of him. His arm snaked around your waist but it was ok. He draped a blanket over the two of you and you sighed contently.

You opened your eyes and looked at the clock 2:47 A.M. You looked up and saw a sleeping Ben. You both must’ve fell asleep. He stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes to see you sleepily looking back at him. “I better go, it’s late as it is.” He said. “Stay.” You said. “It’s late and well at least here you can go back to sleep immediately.” He nodded and you led him to your bedroom. Mickey was still asleep so you put her in the bassinet that you kept in your house just in case you had to babysit. You tossed Ben a pair of sweats that were always too big for you, to sleep in. He had decided against the shirt because it was too warm for it and you couldn’t disagree. You were currently clad in tiny shorts and a t shirt.

You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and when you came back Ben was sitting on your bed on his phone. He saw you walking into the room and got into bed. You slid in with him and weren’t sure if the cuddling still applied to sleeping next to each other so you settled with staring at the ceiling. “Are you going to want to cuddle again?” He asked. You turned and nuzzled your face into his bare chest.

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You woke up to Ben's sleeping face quite close to yours. Your hand was on his abs closer to an undisclosed place, if you know what I mean. Your head was nuzzled into his neck. His arm was wrapped protectively around your waist. Your legs tangled together. You wished you could stay like that forever. But he wasn't yours.

You could easily say after all the time you spent with Ben, you developed feelings. I mean who wouldn't. He's kind, funny, smart, and good looking. But did he like you was the question.

You thoughts about ben were quickly replaced by the sound of Mickey's crying, which evidently woke up Ben. You sprang out of bed going to the bassinet to where Mickey was and picking her up. You went to the living room to grab her bag but you just changes her there so you could spare Ben the shitshow. Literally.

You carried Mickey back to the room and you just decided to lay down with her next to Ben. Ben was already awake but you figured you should probably stay quiet because it was seven in the morning too early. Ben didn't have to go to set so he could sleep in, even if it was in your bed. “Morning.” Ben said once you got comfortable with Mickey laying on your chest. “Morning.” You said. Mickey fussed and you thought she was going to cry again so you sat up so you could rock her in your arms. But she started to make grabby hands at the man next to you. You looked back and forth from Ben to Mickey and figured that was probably what she wanted. Ben opened this eyes and saw Mickey trying to grab at him. “Seems as though she wants you.” You giggled slightly. He grabbed her out of your hands and sat up next to you. “wouldn't be the first time right Mick?” He said. You shoved his bare shoulder slightly and scoffed at his remark. “Uh do you want to eat with me?” You asked. He looked at you like you put all the stars in the sky. “Yeah, I'd like that.

You both went downstairs and Ben was still playing with Mickey as you made breakfast. There was a knock at the door and Ben went to go answer it. “Y/n somebody is here for you.” He said. You made your way to the door, and was met with your brother. “Hey Chris.” You said. “Oh uh, Chris this Ben.” You weren't sure how to address your relationship to your brother. Or lack thereof. They shook hands and he handed Mickey to him. You grabbed her bag and off he went with his child. “So,” he said, feeling as though the atmosphere between you turned awkward. “Hey uh, j was wondering if you wanted to on a date with me sometime?” He asked. You froze at the stove. You turned to him, and nodded. He smiled, “well uh I don't have to go to set today, maybe we could go out tonight?” He asked. “Yeah, I'd like that. Thought we did kind of do this backwards.” He looked at you confused. “I don't usually let a guy sleep with me before taking me out.” He smiled. “Hmm but either way I get to go out on a date with you so does it matter if we slept together beforehand?” He said. You had walked closer to him and now your faces we're here lunches away from each other. You looked to his lips and back and him, he noticed the motion and didn't waste any time placing his lips on yours. The kiss was sweet. It was better than you'd ever had before. You pulled away breathless. “Wow.” You said. “Yeah.”

“Do it again.”

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That day was etched in both your minds and was single handedly the best day of your lives besides the day of your wedding. But that day was soon become number two in both your minds, because the birth of your son, Nicky was about to be number one. Nicky was two days old and he was one of the greatest things that had happened in your lives.

After that day, the day you exchanged your first kiss with Ben, you went on to date Ben for 3 years before getting married. When Ben had to leave for shooting after your wedding and honeymoon it was harder to let him go. But when he came back, you both went at it like rabbits. It was hard to pinpoint when you actually conceived Nicky but you were glad it happened.

After your wedding, you finally wrote Noah into your novel, given you forgot about him for years. You implemented ben’s personality into Noah and now your book was reaching number one. Congrats!

You were glad lots of things happened. If it weren't for Joe introducing you to Ben none of that would've happened.

There was a knock on the door of the room where you, Ben, and now Nicky were kept while you recovered from and 18 hour labor plus delivery. Ben went to answer the door and in came Roger, Brian, Joe, and Lucy. “Hello you guys,” you heard one of them say. Lucy came over to you and kissed your forehead. “Rami sends his congrats but he couldn't leave the states for another week.” She said. You nodded in acknowledgement and looked down at the now awake baby in your arms. “Congrats you two.” Roger said patting been on the shoulder. “He kind of reminds me of Felix when he was born. Did you cry when he was born? He asked. “like a baby.” You answered for him. “So did I.” Brian hugged Ben, and said to him “I cried for all my children. And boy, seeing them born was just this feeling that you can't explain but feels amazing.” Brian said.

Joe came over to your side of the bed and kissed on the forehead like Lucy. “So do we have a name? Kinda hoping it's Joe. But just wondering.” He said.

Ben sat next to you, and said “his name is Nicholas Joseph Meddows Jones.” He squeezed your shoulder as he saw both Roger's and Joe's mouth form and 'o’ shape and their eyes widening like saucers. “They used our names. “Joe said hugged Roger before bawling like a baby. “Wow. You used out names. That means so much to us.” Roger said tearing up.

“We also have one more surprise. Since Roger you have been Ben's mentor for such a long time and we couldn't have done it without you, we'd like to make you a godfather.” You said he covered his mouth with his hands and kept saying 'oh my god’. “As well as Joe. Joe we wouldn't have ever met if it weren't for you and we are eternally grateful. I mean without you, we would have never met, dated, gotten married, or had this beautiful baby boy. So we thank you. So will you both be Nicky's godfather?” Ben asked. They nodded frantically as they hugged Ben and started to cry. You took the moment to lean over to Lucy and say, you're the godmother to the next baby.” You winked. And she smiled.

This moment, this was a moment you'd never forget. You're favorite people in a room, (Gwilym and Rami were in the states doing press for a movie they were in).

In three years you'd be here again, welcoming your daughter Lucille May Jones, or Lucy May Jones into the world.

But until then, you have to settle on this life changing moment, with the people you loved. But either way you wouldn't have it any other way.

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everythingshawnmendes · 7 years

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Roses (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Summary: Shawn and Y/n are best best friends and shawn is crazily in love with her. However Y/N gets a bf and get engaged, and shawn writes roses. The song gets nominated for a grammy and he takes Y/N to the awards show where he will be performing it. His performance makes viewers worldwide jaws drop.

Roses

Shawn’s mood was visibly going down. It all started one day, when his best friend Y/N got a boyfriend. Y/N and Shawn had known each other since high school, but have never really talked since Shawn was two grades older. When they both graduated however, they had reconnected when they both moved to LA and couldn’t keep away from each other ever since. After spending increasingly longer time together, Shawn could already feel himself falling for her and repeatedly told himself to not catch feelings if he didn’t want to wreck this beautiful friendship.

They were 20 and 22 when they first started getting close. What started out as a casual text turned into late-night deep conversations, one minute phone calls turned into 6 hour long discussions and a night over turned into “I’m half moved-in”.

For six months they were inseparable and these were Shawn’s happiest months of his life.

They shared such a pure love for each other. Each time Shawn wrapped his arms around her in a hug, his world disappeared and all he felt was the love and happiness Y/N had for him.

Each time he saw her he would hug her, longing the feeling of her, the feeling of their love.

However, slowly his mind wandered off of hugs and he wondered how her lips felt. How they tasted, how they would move against his if he ever had the guts to kiss her.

Just when Shawn felt like he maybe had a chance with her, just when Shawn looked in her eyes and thought he might see in them what he felt for her, Luke came into their lives.

Luke.

It all happened one Saturday night where Y/N’s parents called her to a family dinner party and that they had family friends that they wanted her to meet.

Obviously Shawn was also invited, Y/N’s family loved him and whenever Y/N came home, he would also be there.

They were at Shawn’s LA apartment when she got the call.

“Ooh Shawn I gotta go, my family’s having this dinner thingie. Wanna come?”

“Obviously yes!”

Shawn changed into a loose black shirt as Y/N found a red summer dress lying around. Walking out of his apartment they got a few pictures taken of them.

“Shawn! Y/N! You two look adorable!”

“Y/N can you turn this way?”

“When are you two gonna announce you’re dating goddammit!”

Shawn swallowed and continued smiling until they reached his car. Stepping into Y/N’s parents’ home, her parents greeted them and then stepped out of the way. A blond charming blue-eyed man walked in front of Y/N.

“Hi Y/N. I’m Luke.”

And from that day on, Y/N was taken away from Shawn. They still had conversations, but those would be those typical best friend ones about Luke. Y/n asked Shawn for dating advice, outfit opinions, and told him all the cute things Luke did for her on their dates.

And Shawn listened every day, even though each word she told him was just twisting the knife in his heart and sinking it deeper. He did it because he loved Y/N. If the only way to keep Y/N in his life was like this, he would do it.

After roughly two months since Luke first appeared at that dinner party, Y/N was positively glowing from her relationship with him.

Every day, he prayed for Y/N’s feelings towards Luke to subside, but instead their relationship was getting even more serious.

Fans noticed her glow, and noticed Shawn’s gloom.

He would scroll down his Twitter every day and see his fans sending him happy thoughts. He tried to smile at these, really.

But there was no greater pain, then a pain caused by love. On the bright side, he wrote a ton of songs to express his feelings. They charted well, and were award-winning.

His biggest, saddest song yet, would be about Y/N and Luke’s engagement.

In fact, Roses got so successful, it got a nomination for a Grammy. The joy of that distracted Shawn for a couple days, until his invitation to the Grammys indicated he can bring a guest. One name came into mind.

Y/N.

It has been a long time since he really spent time with her, unless choosing between roses and lilies for the wedding centerpiece counted as hanging out.

He drove up to Y/N’s and walked in her living room, they had keys to each other’s homes.

There she sat, glasses on, in front of a million magazine clippings splayed across the table.

“Oh hi Shawn, tell me would you rather see me in a satin gown or a silk one?” She said, holding up two fabric samples.

Shawn merely smiled at her.

“I’m nominated for a Grammy.” He said.

Y/N dropped both items and pushed the table out of her way, not caring how many files got knocked over.

She ran up to him and hugged him. Shawn wrapped his arms around her waist once again and relaxed, but still holding her tightly.

It has been such a long time he had had a Y/N hug. As if she seemed to read his mind, she pulled him even closer and even put a hand in his hair.

A single tear fell from Shawn’s eyes and landed on her skin.

She pulled away.

“Shawn are you crying?”

“No…”

“Aw it’s okay I’m about to as well hahaha! You’re nominated for a Grammy! A GRAMMY! We did it Shawn!” Y/N ran across the room and opened her window and started shouting.

Shawn beamed. The fact she said “we did it” made his heart melt. It was just like the old best friend days were back.

“So um, my invitation says Shawn Mendes and Guest, aaand I was wondering if-“

“I’D LOVE TO BE AND GUEST” Y/N jumped up and hugged Shawn again.

Shawn looked at him nervously in the mirror. Not only was he taking Y/N to the Grammys, he was going to perform Roses. That was about Y/N. In front of Y/N. Deciding that no matter how long he stared at himself in the mirror his hair would not lie flat, he went to go pick up Y/N.

Ringing the doorbell, he waited outside. He heard a shout through the door.

“Shawn can you come inside and zip me up?!”

He walked in and almost choked.

Y/N turned around, smiling. Her hair was loosely curled and the top half was pulled back, leaving a few strands in the front out. The dress she had on was tightly fitted but classy, and the bottom flared out around her.

“Hi, I’m sorry we’re running a little late, I just can’t reach the back of this. Freaking. Dress.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

“I mean uh yeah yeah I’ll help you, turn around.”

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled at him. “Sooo how do I look?” she twirled.

“Like an angel.” Shawn said. He felt like a boy at a candy store, except he wasn’t allowed to get any candy. And yet the candy was right, there, in, front, of, him.

“Thanks Shawn. Look at us eh? About to go to the Grammys. I love you Shawn. And I’m so proud of you.” she looked up at him.

Shawn felt his eyes burn slightly from holding back tears. God, he loved her so much. And he couldn’t have her.

“C’mere.” She said, pulling him into a hug.

They drove to the Staples Center, chatting the whole time and reminiscing about all the fun times they had.

“Ready?” Shawn asked.

“Of course, I’ve done loads of carpets with you. Although imagine their faces when they see my ring haha. Hum.” She cleared her throat.

“Y/N is everything okay?”

“Wha? Yeah yeah great.”

“Is it Luke?”

Y/n looked up at him with sad eyes.

“Look let’s not talk about that, this night is about you.” Y/N placed her hand on his.

It was these close intimate moments that made Shawn think that they could be something. Their connection was undeniable, if only he had the chance to show her how much happier she would be with him, how much more love he could give her. There was a flame, and he didn’t know if he should start a fire with it. But he knew that if he did, that fire would be bold, powerful, but would never burn out.

He stepped out of the car to a crowd of cheers and walked over to the other side to open the door for Y/N. She had already opened the door however and pushed Shawn who grabbed her hand, both of them toppling over.

They laid on the ground on top of each other and made eye contact. The two burst into delirious laughter which lasted at least fifteen minutes, before they stood up, fixed Y/N’s dress and walked down the carpet.

They posed together like they have countless of times before they moved on to the interview. If anyone wasn’t a fan of Shawn’s, they would have guessed they were a couple.

“Shawn! And Y/N! It’s so nice to see you guys back together, we missed our favourite BFFs!”

“Hahaha thank you.”

“So Y/N, what are you most surprised for?”

“Uuum, what am I not surprised for, it’s the freaking Grammys!!! But um the one thing is I’m excited to see Shawn perform Roses, I’ve actually never heard the song.”

“Oh really you’ve never heard it?”

“Nooo, Shawnie over here.” She giggled, turning her head towards him and only looking at him for the rest of her answer. “He wanted it to be a surprise so when he released it he made me promise not to listen to it at all! But it was cute, because he told me this song meant everything to him and he hoped it would do incredible things, and it did, it’s nominated for a Grammy!”

“Aww how cute! Now I’m SO sorry to ask but Shawn are you two dating?! Because I mean come on, look at you two.”

Shawn smiled as much as he could before saying; “I love Y/N, I really do. But we’re just friends.” He could swear someone was stabbing him in the chest as he said that.

Y/N turned and saw her favourite singer Ariana Grande.

“Oh my god it’s Ari, I’m so sorry I gotta say hi! I’ll be right down there Shawn kay?”

“Kay. Try not to faint!” he chuckled.

The interviewer, seeing that it was only her and him now asked:

“Now Shawn is the song Roses about someone particular?”

Shawn was still looking at Y/N who was now semi-crying at Ariana who was hugging her.

“Yeah it is.”

“AND NOW LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLATINUM-SELLING ARTIST FROM CANADA, SINGING HIS NEW SINGLE ROSES WHO IS UP FOR AN AWARD TONIGHT, SHAWN MENDES!”

Y/N stood on the edge of her seat, positively shaking with pride.

Shawn came out on stage and looked directly at her.

“This one’s for you.”

I'm not try'na start a fire, with this flame But I'm worried that your heart might feel the same And I have to be honest with you baby Tell me If I'm wrong, and this is crazy But I got you this rose And I need to know Will you let it die or let it grow? Die or let it go?

It's not that I don't care about the love you have It's not that I don't want to see you smile But there's no way that he can feel the same 'Cause when I think of you my mind goes wild

Y/N swayed to the music but stopped dead in her tracks when she caught on with the lyrics.

The song was ending and Shawn pulled out a single red rose and climbed down into the crowd. He made his way to Y/N and stood in front of her with the rose.

“I got you this rose, and I need to know, will you let it die or let it grow?” he sang softly to her.

part 2

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes angst

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requested by michaelsmoustache: could you plz do one that's totally platonic, like best friends since day one, share everything and it could just be cute best friend shit cause i honestly need that rn. thank you, have a good day i love yoi

word count: 1099

pairings: peter parker x reader

warnings: fluffy as hell, y’all

a/n: okay so it’s not totally platonic, but its still focused on being bffs with peter which is amazing in itself. i’m sorry it took so long, love!! but i love yoi too. and thank you for being so patient with me!! enjoy, darlingssss

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“I can’t believe you like Star Trek over Star Wars,” you laughed, playfully shoving your best friend with your shoulder as the two of you walked home from school.

“I like the science!”

“Half of it’s fictional science,” you shot back. “At least I know Star Wars isn’t real.”

Peter Parker sputtered in frustration, his cheeks growing an adorable red. “You and Ned both love to gang up on me about liking Star Trek--it’s what I like!”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at how worked up he was getting. “Alright, Parker, alright. I’ll drop it.” You walked a few more feet in silence, until you leaned over and whispered, “But Darth Vader is more badass than any Star Trek villain.”

Peter groaned, and gently shoved you away with a hidden smile. You knew he loved the banter--and you never went over the top to explicitly insult his hobbies, even if you thought the were super lame.

He stopped in front of his building, and turned towards you to say goodbye. “Coffee tomorrow morning?”

“If I ever say no to that, shoot me--because I’ve been cloned,” you joked, grinning at him. “Say hi to Aunt May for me, Parker.”

“I will.” Reaching out his hand, you both performed your special handshake, and he disappeared through the doors, smiling. You continued down the street, full of happiness, until you went up to your own apartment, saying hi to your mother and collapsing on the couch.

Peter Parker had been your absolute best friend since grade school, because on the first day you defended him on the playground for drawing his own comic book--something the other kids thought was stupid. Young and innocent, you put your tiny hands on your hips in defiance and told little Peter that he should always do what he loved--no matter what anyone said. And from that day forward, the two of you were inseparable.

It was when you both got to middle school you started telling each other everything that was happening in your life. Puberty, right? Can’t escape all that drama. You had some run-ins with the school mean girls, and he stood up for you for all of them. Likewise, he was having issues with bullies, and you actually got a week’s worth of detention for punching one of them in the jaw for him.

“How was school today, love?” your mother asked from her desk, the clacking of her keyboard not faltering.

“It was alright--long,” came your tired reply.

“What’s Peter up to? I need to talk to May about that book she recommended last week--I finished it already.”

“He’s probably doing homework or something.”

She swiveled her chair around to look at you over the tops of her glasses. “Everything alright with you two?”

“School’s just been up our asses all month,” you replied, casually flipping through your notebook. “We’re gonna get coffee tomorrow morning.”

“Language,” she scolded, and went back to work. “I’ll send her an email.”

You spent the rest of the night doing homework, mindlessly watching the clock on the microwave gradually get later and later into the evening until the sun was long gone. Your phone chimed the merry little tune that belonged to Peter only--startling you out of your daze. Looking down at the screen, he wanted to video chat. You accepted the call, and put on the funniest face you could think of while you waited for it to connect.

“Dude, this homework is killing me, have you--holy shit, what kind of face is that?”

You burst into laughter and adjusted the phone so he could see you properly. “I just finished the homework for Chem--is that what you’re talking about?”

His face on the screen twisted in confusion. “We had Chem homework?”

You covered your eyes with your free hand. “Yes, Parker--what were you talking about?”

“The conversations we had to write out in Spanish!”

“That’s not due until next week, dude.”

An audible sigh escaped him as he held up a packet of paper with words scribbled on them. “I just spent the last two hours writing all of this out.”

“Well,” you tried not to laugh at him, “at least now you’re prepared.”

“Yeah, but now I have to do the homework for Chem that I had no idea about,” he ripped a fresh page of paper out of his notebook and began copying equations from the textbook. “What a trade-off.”

“You can look at mine tomorrow if you want,” you offered. “Compare answers before class.”

“You’re a lifesaver, [Y/N].”

“Here, I’m gonna send you this song I found the other day--I thought of you when I heard it.” You tapped quickly onto the screen, sending him the link.

“New music?” He perked up excitedly when his phone vibrated from your text. “I love that you send me new stuff to listen to.”

“Give that album a listen, if you like that song,” you replied, resting your hand on your chin and gazing at him lovingly. “They sounded right up your alley.”

Certain times, like that moment there, you dwelled on the possibility that you were starting to realize Peter wasn’t that kid on the playground anymore. He had grown into his big ears and goofy grin--replaced by a handsome face and a smile that could break hearts. He wasn’t as scrawny anymore, either. You had no idea when he found the time, but you began to notice his defined biceps during gym, the veins in his arms getting more prominent whenever he flexed.

And whenever you looked at him for too long, an odd feeling would rise up in your stomach, and you would force yourself to look away in embarrassment, cheeks flaming pink.

“[Y/N]?” Peter’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

You rubbed your eyes, looking at your phone. “Sorry, sorry--it’s been a long day.”

“You should probably get some sleep,” he spoke, concern in his eyes. “Do you still want to get coffee tomorrow?”

You nodded with a shy smile, that odd feeling rising in your stomach again. “Of course, Parker.”

“Call you in the morning then.” Peter grinned, and flashed you Spock’s salute. “Live long and prosper--goodnight, sunshine.”

“Nerd,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him. “Goodnight, Parker.”

After hitting the end call button, you sat back in your chair in exhaustion, knowing that there’s no possible way you could go to sleep after you finally realized that you had started falling for Peter Parker, at a speed and velocity you didn’t think was possible.

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