#shawn mendes bad boy au

[lnfours]

summer loving (five) ⎸ t.h

⌙ summary: your mom and tom’s mom grew up together, swearing that their kids would be life long friends. and it was true, the holland boys were a special part of your life. but on the annual trip to their beach house this summer, everything feels different. and that’s because it is.

⌙ au: based on the book and tv show ‘the summer i turned pretty’ by jenny han. childhood friends to lovers

⌙ wc: 1.3k

⌙ warnings: some suggestive content, some slight fluff, not much really happens this chapter :( KAT IS FINALLY HERE!!! and tom is hurtin real bad.

⌙ pairing: tom holland x fem!reader with a lil bit of shawn mendes x fem!reader

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you felt lips on your skin, burning hot as they traveled over every inch of your skin. it was dark in the room, but it was like he knew your body as he worked his way around. you grabbed onto a handful of curls, yanking softly as you let out a soft moan, which he gave a groan in response as his lips kissed the skin on your inner thighs.

“‘ve thought about this for so long,” he mumbled, kissing back up your body before nudging his nose against yours, “so fucking long.”

you smiled softly as he hooked a finger in your pajama shorts, letting him slip them down your legs before he threw them into the pile of discarded clothes on the bedroom floor that had started forming merely five minutes ago. you let out a whimper as his lips met yours, biting down on his bottom lip gently before his tongue slipped into your mouth. 

“tom,” you moaned, his lips moving to your neck as he nibbled at the skin gently, “we can’t.”

“why not?” he said in between kisses against your collarbone, slipping the straps of the tank top you were wearing down your shoulders.

“what if,” you started, cutting yourself off with a gasp as his fingers pinched gently at your nipple, “what if someone hears?”

he smirked, kissing you once more before speaking up, “guess, you better be quiet, love.”

your body jolted awake, causing you to groan as you sat up. you pressed the heel of your palms into your eyes, wanting to get rid of the thoughts of the dream you had about tom. you tapped your phone screen, sighing as you read the time.

3:23am.

you laid awake, staring at the ceiling as you tried to go back to sleep. you groaned to yourself, kicking the covers off before quietly making your way down the stairs. you walked into the kitchen, stopping in your tracks as you realized you weren’t the only one in the house who was awake at this time of night.

apparently, tom’s insomnia has kicked in, also.

he stood over the tea kettle, sending a tight lipped smile at you as you took a seat at the island, “can’t sleep?”

you nodded, ignoring the knot in the pit of your stomach as you took in the way his t-shirt hugged his biceps, “unfortunately.” 

“want some tea?”

“sure,” you said, “milk-”

“milk and two sugars,” he finished your sentence, smiling at you tiredly, “i know.”

you nodded, watching as he fixed you a cup of tea. he handed the mug to you, the warm liquid making your face turn hotter. you took a sip and nodded, silently thanking him.

“how’s shawn?” he asked.

you nodded, “good, i’m going dress shopping with him, his mom, and his sister today before kat comes in.”

he nodded back, “sounds like fun.”

you chuckled, “not really, we all know how much i hated it when i was a deb.”

“that’s because you were going through your ‘i hate dresses’ phase. you warmed up, though,” he smiled, taking a sip of tea before continuing his sentence, “still think the other one looked better on you.”

you ignored how his compliment sent butterflies through your stomach, “you know, you’re not the first person to tell me that. you probably won’t be the last, either.”

“good to know there’s still people in the world with a sense of fashion.” he joked. you snorted quietly, taking a sip of tea. the moon shone dimly through the kitchen windows, your eyes wandering out as you looked out towards the ocean. 

“are we okay?” he asked gently, scared to speak up as his voice was barely above a whisper. your eyes darted back to his, your eyebrow shooting up in confusion. 

“okay?”

“yeah, like,” he stuttered over his own words, “i’m sorry for the way i’ve been acting and treating you. can we just, put it all behind us and move on?” 

you bit down on your lip as he studied your facial features, looking for any signs of expression. you wanted things to go back how to it used to be, but you felt like everything he had put you through was enough to draw the line. 

but then again, it was tom. tom who has been here since day one. 

you sighed, grabbing your mug, “please don’t make me regret it, holland.”

he sent you a smile, “i won’t, i promise.”

you lifted the mug, sending him a fake cheers, “thanks for the tea.”

he nodded, watching you walk out of the kitchen, “anytime.”

you walked back upstairs, sitting down in the chair by the window. the sun was slowly starting to rise over the ocean. 

before you knew it, the sun was shining and you felt your phone buzzing on the bed, shawn’s contact popping up on your lockscreen. you cursed to yourself quietly, answering the phone. 

“hey,” you answered, immediately sitting up out of bed. you put the call on speaker as you made your way to your dresser. 

“hey,” his voice echoed through the phone, “you okay? just making sure you’re still meeting us at the shop.”

“yeah, i slept in late,” you said, slipping a tank top over your head as you fished shorts out of the next drawer, “i’ll be there in like ten minutes.” 

“it’s okay, take your time.” he reassured, “i’ll see you in a bit.”

“yep, see you in a bit.”

you said your goodbyes as you quickly tied on your shoes. you grabbed your purse and keys, running down the stairs. you ran out to the car, starting it before making your way quickly down the road. 

you pulled up to the shop, rushing as you got out and walked inside. you smiled when you saw shawn, his mom and his sister. aaliyah was first to hug you, then it was his mom, and then shawn as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. 

“sorry i’m late.” you apologized. 

“‘s okay, fashionably late.” he smiled and you smiled back. you watched as aaliyah picked through dresses. you spent the next couple hours giving your opinions and telling her which ones look the best on her. 

she decided on a dress, white, of course, and it was flowy. it genuinely made her look like a princess. you gave her and her mom a hug before shawn walked you to your car, giving you a soft smile. 

“thanks for coming,” he smiled, “she loves you.”

you blushed, “she’s the best. i think i prefer her, actually.”

he laughed, rolling his eyes playfully, “yeah, okay.”

you looked down at the time on your phone, sighing before you opened your car door, “i better get going, kat should be in soon.”

he nodded, “i’ll see you tomorrow for your party?” 

you nodded, “definitely.”

you smiled as he kissed your lips softly. you kissed back, but something felt off. it didn’t feel how it used to with him. you brushed it off, telling yourself that it was just because you were tired.

you said goodbye before getting into the car, a call coming from kat as you started the engine. you answered the phone, tapping the green answer button on the touch screen. 

“hello?”

“guess who’s here early.” her voice chimed through the speakers of your car, making you laugh. 

“i’m leaving the shops now, i’ll be there in like ten minutes.”

“sounds good,” she said, “and then you have tell me everything about shawn, sam and tom when i see you.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing softly, “i’ll think about it.”

after a short drive, you picked up kat. she hugged you tightly before throwing her bags into the backseat and joining you in the car. you made your way to the ice cream place the two of you always went to when she first comes into town, sitting down at one of the tables as you split a sundae. 

“so,” she said, taking a bite of ice cream, “what’s the update?”

you shrugged, “tom asked if we were okay, i said ‘sure’, and that’s it.”

“what about shawn?”

you shrugged again, “i don’t know. when i kissed him earlier, everything felt different.”

“maybe it’s because you’re still in love with tom,” kat said and you bit down on your bottom lip. 

maybe she was right.

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✨️ Twenty Questions for Fic Writers ✨️

Thank you @allwaswell16 and @haztobegood for tagging me! I love reading everyone's answers to these <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

60, including one cowrite

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

831,513

3. What fandoms do you write for?

One Direction. I use the BBC Radio 1 RPF tag for pairings with Nick Grimshaw, and I used the Shawn Mendes (Musician) one a few times, too.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you came into my life, caught up in your love affair, baby, you're the end of june, an honest mistake and tell me what you need

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I love replying to comments, even when I feel awkward about it. I really like getting replies from authors, I find it discouraging not to, so that's partly why. But a nice comment really makes me day, and I want to let people know I appreciate that. But I might miss one occasionally, and sometimes I don't reply if I think the commenter is being rude.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's probably my first fic, This Town. The whole fic is Niall processing Zayn leaving the band – but more importantly leaving him, and they don't get back together in the end. It's not my fault, Niall wrote a sad song! But also I was in the thick of grieving, so. That's what happened.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I almost, almost always write happy endings, so I could really pick this one at random lol, but I'll go with enough to make a girl blush. I really love how far Louis has come at the end of that fic and how happy she and Niall are together and how good they are together. Plus, I wrote a happy little timestamp for Harry and Zayn (count me in).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten comments that don't sit well with me, but not really. I did post a fic set at the beginning of COVID before I knew how bad it would get, and someone messaged me to say they were sorry about the hate it was getting... but I didn't see any?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes! I write smut that I find hot, girl direction and boy direction. When I started writing, I felt like I wrote absolutely terrible smut and I worked really hard to figure it out. Practice makes progress, baby.

10. Do you write crossovers? What the craziest one you've written?

I've written a couple of reality show AUs with the actual people from the shows in the fic – you came into my life and you wanna be on top? Nothing too crazy!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think someone stole a shiall one-shot and posted it on Wattpad. Weirdly, I feel like I haven't made it because that doesn't happen to me more often.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! Most recently, someone asked if they could translate pink like the paradise found into Russian and they were so lovely.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I took part in a round robin for Nic's (@louandhazaf) birthday a few years ago! (Louis referring to merlot as the basic bitch of wines was me!) Co-writing has come up as an idea a couple of times, but the timing or idea etc has never been right.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I kind of have to fall deep for a pairing to write them, so I love a lot of pairings! Aside from larry, I think gryles might be my favorite. Something about the pining best friends who can't be together because of... REASONS just gets me where I live.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I had an idea for a lilo exes to lovers AU based on bennifer and I wrote a snippet that I really liked for it, but I felt like I was white washing Jennifer Lopez, if that's the right word? Like you can't separate her from the fact that she's Puerto Rican, so casting Louis in that role didn't feel right. I could try to figure out another way to approach it, but I don't really think I'll feel inspired enough.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at continuity, and writing scenes with lots of people and involving all of them.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I always feel like I start sentences with "Niall did this" and "Harry did that" (sorry, writing narry at the moment). So, narration that's not action? Does that make sense?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it can be done effectively. I liked how the French worked in Darling, so it goes. It made sense to include because Harry moved to a country where he didn't speak the language. I tried to make the meaning of the French clear when Harry understood it, but I didn't include translations in the notes because Harry didn't understand a lot, and I wanted the reader in his shoes. I worked really hard on the French because I don't speak it, but I asked @somethingwittyorother to look it over and their feedback was incredibly helpful.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

One Direction!

20. Favorite fic you've written?

It's usually the last fic that I posted, so right now it's Suddenly Last Summer. I had the best time writing it and it was such a fulfilling creative outlet, and I just love it.

I'll tag: @crinkle-eyed-boo @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @neondiamond @kingsofeverything @louandhazaf @absoloutenonsense @homosociallyyours @nouies @onlythebravest

#twenty questions for fic writers #i love this game! #queer eye au #accidental courting au #nouis omegaverse #zouis au #grace kelly au #an american tragedy au #lilo bennifer au

[allwaswell16]

—Fics by allwaswell16—

[ 40k + ]

Ace of Spades (series) [E, 90k, pirates, fic post]

Part One: Ace of Spades [E, 78k, fic post] Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic. Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are. Part Two: St. Elena [NR, 1k, fic post] When Harry’s illness worsened, the crew of the Ace of Spades sailed to the island home of Captain Grim. An Ace of Spades timestamp from Zayn’s point of view Part Three: Ace of Hearts [E, 10k, fic post] Louis Tomlinson, the alpha Duke of Yorkshire, had returned to England to stay now that he’d married and mated. But since his husband was also the omega he’d once held captive aboard his half-brother’s pirate ship, he held back from pushing Harry into parenthood. With the Ace of Spades now docked in London, Harry spent time with his friends from the crew and remained a bit oblivious to his alpha’s deepest desires. What he was aware of was his best friend’s hurt and his mother-in-law’s wish for more than friendship with her oldest friend.

Consequences [E, 78k, amnesia, fic post]

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

An amnesia au

Until (series) [E, 62k, cowboys, fic post]

Part One: Until [E, 38k, fic post] Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star. Part Two: Need [Niall/Shawn Mendes] see Rare Pairs post Part Three: Still [NR, 2k, fic post] Louis has settled into his life in Colorado with Harry, their horses, and of course, Lacey the goat. And now the day has arrived to finally marry the man who makes this place feel like home. A wedding time stamp for the Until universe

Looking Through You (series) [E, 49k, famous/not famous, fic post]

Part One: Looking Through You [E, 42k, fic post] Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them. Part Two: We Know Where We Belong [E, 7k, fic post] After four years of friendship, pop star Harry Styles and his songwriter/producer Louis Tomlinson realise their feelings for each other go far beyond friendship and probably always did. Their path to falling for each other wasn't an easy one, but now they're together and in love. As Harry embarks on his next tour, some of their old issues arise again.

Just Hear This (series) [E, 46k, Pride & Prejudice, fic post]

Part One: Just Hear This and Then I'll Go [E, 44k, fic post] Former boy band member Louis Tomlinson can’t stand pompous indie artist Harry Styles, but with a new record label to launch he is going to have to endure his pretensions to snag up and coming new artist Liam Payne, who happens to be Harry’s oldest friend. Luckily, Liam seems to be very interested in 78 Records and maybe a little more than interested in Louis’ best friend. Too bad Harry won’t be making this easy on any of them. Or a modern day Pride and Prejudice--Louis is Elizabeth, Harry is Mr. Darcy, Zayn is Jane, and Liam is Mr. Bingley. Oh, and Niall is Mrs. Bennett. Obviously. Part Two: Don't Need Permission [M, 2k, fic post] Indie artist Harry Styles has become captivated by former pop star Louis Tomlinson after their paths begin crossing because Louis hopes to sign Harry's friend to his record label. They haven't always seen eye to eye, but Harry is confident that his feelings for Louis must be mutual. (He's wrong.) Or a time stamp from 'Just Hear This and Then I'll Go'. The 'Dangerous Woman' karaoke scene, but this time from Harry's point of view.

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#allwaswell16fortykandup #larry fan fic #larry fanfiction #larry fan fiction

[greekstar]

Songs that fit Warrior cat characters in my opinion! Feel free to use this for MAPS maybe and it would be a great deal if

Firestar: Never too Late. By Three Days Grace and Remember When. By Bad Wolves

Bramblestar’s ghost: Locked out of heaven. By Bruno mars

Mapleshade: Bury a Friend. By Billie Eilish. And. I will Survive. By Gloria Gaynor

Bluestar: Survivor. By Destiny’s child

Jayfeather: Stressed out. By Twenty one pilots and Gone away. By Five Finger Death Punch

Snowfur: Criminal. By Britney Spears.

Thrushpelt: She wants me to be loved. By The Happy fits. and Blinding Lights. By The Weekend

Leopardstar: Fire to the rain. By Adele

Oakheart: wait for it. By Hamilton

Leafpool: Hello. By Adele

Jake: Life is a Highway. By rascal Flatts (Fits way to damn well)

Tallstar: See you Again. By Wiz Khalifa

Mistystar: Immortals. By Fall out boys (It’s true. That’s all I’m saying.)

Squirrelflight: Stronger. By Kelly Clarkson. And You Should be Sad. Bay Halsey

Spottedleaf: Diamonds. By Rihanna

Bramblestar: Ready as I’ll ever be. By Tangled: The series. And. Here I Am. By Bryan Adams

Lionheart: Walk on Water. By Thirty seconds on Mars

Hawkfrost: ‘till I collapse. By Eminem

Tigerstar/claw: No lives matter: Tom Mcdonald

Swiftpaw: Who let the dogs out. By Baha Men (🙃😉 Yes. I’m sorry it was to good to pass up lol)not being funny, Cats, dogs & rats. By Rare Americans

Stormfur: Home. By Phillip Phillips

Willowbreeze: If I die young. By The Band Perry😊❤️‍🩹

SilverStream: sit still, look pretty: By Daya

Whiteclaw: Free fallen: Tom perry (I’m so sorry guys I had to 🤣)

Goldenflower: Thousand years. By Christina Perri

Crowfeather: Fairytail: by Alexander Rybak. And. Rewrite the Stars. From the Greatest showman

Sandstorm: Confident. By Demi Lovato

Yellowfang: See you again. By Wiz Kwalifa

Sol: Teeth. 5 minutes of Summer

Snowkit: I believe I can Fly~~~. By R. Kelly (I’m so sorry🤣😅)

Nightcloud: Me and my broken heart. By Rixton. And Frankenstein. By Claire Rosinkranz

Ravenpaw: Good life. By One republic and. Numb. By LINKIN PARK

Lionblaze: Feel Invincible. By Skillet. Or. Warriors. By Imagine Dragons

Ivypool: Control. By Halsey. And. Just like Fire. By Pink

Leafstar: Team. By Lorde. And In the name of Love. By Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha

Crookedstar: Demons. By Imagine Dragons. And. In my Blood. By Shawn Mendes

Goosefeather: Human. By Rag’n’Bone Man

Heathertail: Heather. By Conan Grey (Lol)

Thistleclaw: Darkside. By Neoni

Sandgorse: Underground. By Cody Fry. (If you don’t get it, you clearing havent read Tallstar’s journey)

Graystripe: Count on me. By Bruno Mars.

Brokenstar/tail: Centuries. By Fall Out Boys.

Brightheart: Scars To Your Beautiful. By Alessia Cara

Dustpelt: Counting Stars. By One republic

Breezepelt: Seven Nation Army. By The White Stripes

Scourge: Whatever it takes. By Imagine dragons(why these all fit so well lol?!)

Alderheart: Panic Room. By Au/Ra

Tigerclaw/star and Firestar: For the Glory (feat. Hollywood Undead). By All good Things

Darktail: The Blooom. By Nirvana

Nightheart: I hate everything about you. By Three days Grace

Tigerheart: Crossfire. By Stephan.

Dovewing: Young and Beautiful. By Young and Beautiful

Sparkpelt: Mr. Percocet. By Noah Cyrus - Kinda talking about Kinda the imposter and Bramblestar himself.

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I might do more if this blows up.

Also all the songs I did can be used in MAPS so it would be appreciated if you mention where you get the inspiration for. Though some do have cussing and some are Rap cause that’s how I am so you have been warned.

#Music #Warrior cats #Wc #MAPS Ideas #Characters #songs for characters #fits

[bedsyandco]

friends to lovers

treat you better - shawn mendes

she’s in a bad relationship but he can treat her better

pining

it’s giving ??? (boy or AU👀)

[princecharmingmendes]

Heartstrings | Chapter XIV | Shawn Mendes

“ ‘It’s like a best friend, but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don’t make you a better person… you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens..you’ll always love them.’ - unknown”

“Shawn was a huge believer that the ‘soulmates’ situation’ was the most stupid thing on the planet, specially since it was such a rare thing to find someone with the same mark as you. He would do anything he could to prevent the so called 'destiny’ from happening, but could he?”

hi, this is the last chapter to this series and i'm so grateful to anyone who followed this story as it was in the building process, and i'm so happy with how it "came to life", so thank you so much. i have to shoutout to two people in particular or this wouldn't have turned out the way it did. first of all, i have to thank my bad boy anon for requesting this series on the first place and being so supportive, and also i have to thank @fanficshawn for helping me figuring this whole concept out. anyway, i hope you like it, and please give me some feedback.

new chapter of a Raul series coming soon

*Word Count: 4.8K+.

*Warnings: cursing, slight angst.

*Posted: June 18th, 2020.

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Whenever I think things are going alright, everything seems to flip upside down. I can’t seriously follow Shawn’s mood swings, really. I know we’re in the middle of finals and his mom had a car crash, but Aaliyah called me to tell everything was fine and he simply disappeared for a whole week. I couldn’t find him anywhere on campus and I swear I tried being comprehensive, but I just can’t take it anymore, I’m done waiting for him to actually open up to me. And even though he got better last weekend, he got back to normal rather quickly. So I decided to study and ignore the hurricane that Shawn Mendes is on my life.

I took the tests and days flew by as I hoped to go home as soon as possible, I was exhausted and this whole semester was a mess, not for academic reasons, Shawn, and Tyler and then Shawn. Since when guys are the only thing causing trouble in my life?! I mean, that’s all they do, but I never put so much effort on them, so this is a bit frustrating. But when I left my class due to the fact that my tests were officially over and I was feeling so much lighter than I was before. Unfortunately, the light sensation was gone when I saw his jeep parked outside the building and his body leaning on it as he texted someone.

I felt my phone vibrating on my back pocket and I picked it up as I started walking away on the opposite direction he was standing. Pretty mature, running away from my problemas, I know, but what do you want me to do? There was a text from him saying he was waiting for me outside and that we needed to talk. I ignored it and then my phone started ringing and I had to pick it up.

“Hi?”

“Y/N, are you seriously running away from me?” Shawn’s voice echoed through the phone.

“I’m not”

“I’m literally looking at you looking over your shoulder”

“Well, I’m not the one who disappeared, am I?”

“That’s why we need to talk, I promised you I would explain everything, and that’s why I’m here, baby girl”

“Is that how you work?”

“What do you mean?”

“You simply vanish and suddenly you’re ready to talk?!” I know I sounded stupidly mad, but I had to be honest.

“I’m sorry, I can explain, I know it won’t change everything, but I’ll at least be honest” he said and I was able to hear his voice from behind me and not only from the speaker as he turned off the phone call.

I turned around, only to be met with a pair of those gorgeous honey eyes, that even though I was wanting so bad to punch him, the sight alone still made me weak on my knees.

“Why should I go with you? I think you’ve had enough chances”

“I know that, but again, I’ll ask you for one more, let me take you out, we can grab lunch and then pack, I can give you a ride home, please, Y/N, I’ll answer everything you want after lunch”

“You promise me that?”

“I do, can I take you with me?”

“Where are we going?”

“I can take you to the diner, the one from our first date”

“It was a fake date”

“Didn’t feel fake to me”

“It- You-“

“Come on, we can discuss this later, I know you’re hungry and you probably didn’t have breakfast nor dinner”

“How did you...?”

“I know you, Y/N, like the palm of my hand, now come on, burgers and fries and the guys are all waiting for us”

“Are they?”

“Yeah, it’s the end of the semester”

“Oh” Was all that left my mouth as Shawn extended his hand to me “let’s go then”

“Okay” he said as I grabbed his hand and interlaced our fingers, walking back to his car as he practically skipped his way back.

“How’s your mom by the way?”

“She’s fine, she’s at home”

“That’s awesome”

“Yeah” he answered and squeezed my hand softly “thank you”

I looked at him trying hard to hold back a smile, but it was impossible “Let’s not start this again, you were right, I’m starving!”

That was enough for Shawn to basically drag me chuckling to his car and I couldn’t hold back the laughter that bubbled from my throat. He was so excited to go grab lunch it was way too contagious, or maybe it’s because I was about to understand the whole situation and maybe be in peace with him. So the whole time we were in the car, he was basically beaming and jamming to his favorite songs as I tried not to die for laughing too hard. He parked two blocks from the diner cause it was filled with students and got out, as soon as my feet hit the ground, he was beside me, offering his arm like a true gentleman.

“Peace offering?” he tried with a grin and I just nodded giggling “I know this doesn’t mean I’m free, I don’t want to be free, I don’t want to be the reason you’re upset anymore, I just want you to enjoy today”

“Thank you, you are forgiven, for now at least, it’s a truce until you tell me everything”

“Works for me” he answered before placing a sweet kiss to my temple.

We entered the place and our table cheered as they saw us walking hand in hand and we just had to laugh. The guys hopped off the booth and left a spot for us both to sit in the corner against the wall, and Shawn didn’t resist the opportunity to pull me in. He rested his arm on the booth, just above my shoulder and I swear I had to hold back the need to just lean on his chest and relax after this stressful finals weeks. So instead of laying on him, I grabbed the menu to pick something up and Shawn poked my shoulder softly, which made me look at him and he was just smiling down at me which made me very confused at first, but then I heard Mel’s giggle from across the table and saw her holding her phone up at us.

“Come on, don’t pout at me, you two look way too cute for your own good” was all she used in her defense and I ended up just shrugging.

Everyone made their orders super quick cause apparently they’re all starving just like me, but even when the food arrived they kept on talking and cracking jokes all the time, which cause Brian to spill his soda through his nose. Somewhere between finishing my fries and milkshake, I felt Shawn’s arm falling around my shoulders casually, and since I didn’t do anything to shrug him off, he just kept it there, eventually pulling me closer, which led me to actually lean into him as the guys kept on talking.

Shawn looked down at me and placed a kiss on my forehead “Tired?”

“A bit, yeah”  

“I can take you home”

“It’s okay, I’ll miss them anyway and my bags are already packed and my dorm is basically ready for me to leave”

“Oh, you can come nap in mine if you want, while I pack my stuff and then we can talk”

“Seems pretty good to me”

“We can even stop by at your dorm first, so you can pick up your stuff” Shawn offered as he played with some strings of my hair “Ian’s going home after lunch, so if you want to crash at my place and stay in his room, so we can leave tomorrow morning to be at home for lunch, you can”

“That’d be great, Mel’s probably going there to stay with Mike as well, right?”

“Mhmm, but they’ll both leave tonight”

“What are the love birds whispering about?” Brian chimed in.

“We are no-“

“It’s not worth it” I cut Shawn off by placing my hand on his cheek softly “we were just talking about packing and how we are going home tomorrow”

“But that’s not interesting”

“What did you expect, Brian? Them to tell you how they’re going to have sex all night long? Come on, they’re not you” Mel said rolling her eyes playfully at the red-haired boy.

“What do you mean ‘they’re not me’?”

“They’re not dumb” Mike replied and we all laughed as Brian seemed a bit too pissed to find it funny.

“Ha-ha as if you and Ian were a lot better”

“Everyone knows we are, dude!”

“Y/N! Help me out!”

I smirked at him and shrugged “Ugh, I wish I could, but I’m to busy whispering about my sex life with Shawn to help you” and with that the attention was back on the guys.

“Our sex life?” Shawn teased with a boyish grin on his lips as I rolled my eyes at him giggling softly.

“Shut uuup”

“Don’t blush, baby, it’s okay, you know you can talk to me about everything you want”

“I swear I’m not going back to yours tonight” I threatened and he only chuckled, placing a kiss to my hair.

“I’m only kidding, don’t need to get all flustered about it”

“Yeah yeah, fuck you”

“What a dirty mouth” he gasped and chuckled at my frown “I’m only teasing you, come on, don’t get upset”

“Whatever” I said rolling my eyes, but I couldn’t hold back a smile when he grabbed my face and kissed my cheek.

We spent a little while there just chatting and laughing until some of them needed to leave, so we decided it would be best if we left as well, apparently I was the only one with my stuff already packed. Shawn and I got to my place only to pick up my stuff and I took the opportunity to say goodbye to Mel and wish her happy holidays. But before I could leave, she pulled me into the room one more time in a bear hug as Shawn quietly left with my bags, telling me he would wait for me on his car.

“Mel, it’s literally just a couple of weeks”

“I know, I know, call me clingy or whatever, but I’ll miss you” she said with a frown and I laughed at her.

“Stop being silly, you won’t even have time to miss me! You’ll be spending Christmas with your new boy”

“Yeah, that’s pretty nice, right?”

“Yeah, and you said, back in August on the first few weeks, that you didn’t want anything serious”

“Guess you’ll never know, you didn’t know Shawn was your soulmate back then either”

“Is he really?”

“Dude, are you dumb or you’re just playing pretend? He’s clearly in love with you for ages, Y/N, he literally worships you, he’s just learning how to show it now”

“Are you sure? Maybe he was right, there is no such thing as soulmate”

“Sweetie, soulmates are simply two pieces that fit perfectly, they don’t have to be romantically involved, they’re just the other’s half”

“Mel...”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, here, I’ll read the definition for you”

“It’s not necessary”

“Shush for a second, thank you” Mel places her hand above my lips to keep me quiet “ha! found it! ‘It’s like a best friend, but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don’t make you a better person… you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens..you’ll always love them’”

“Aaand?”

“That’s you and Shawn, obviously”

“You’re reading way too many novels for your own good, Mel, and I’m the one who’s saying it”

“Fine, but when the both of you finally realize how special is the bond between you two, I’m going to be the one to tell you that I told you so”

“Okay” I shrugged giggling and she laughed in response.

“Now go, your man’s waiting downstairs”

“Okay, bye Mel” I said hugging her one more time.

We let each other go and she just grinned at me “Bye, bitch” So I took my backpack and phone and turned to leave, but before I could shut the door she added “Oh, you’re going to be completely alone tonight, so please do me a favor and use a condom”

I shut the door a bit harder than needed and I hear her laugh from inside the bedroom. I only shook my head, unable to contain the smile from blossoming on my lips as I walked away. Shawn was sitting patiently on the driver’s seat, looking down at his phone as I climbed up in his jeep. He locked the device as he looked up at me, starting the engine and starting to drive to his place.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Melissa, she’s just crazy”

“Took you a while to notice” he said with a chuckle and placing his hand, palm up, on the console.

“She’s just great at hiding it” I replied sarcastically as I laced our fingers.

He brought our hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of mine “Whatever you say”

The drive was short to his place, and I didn’t even picked up the bags, only grabbed my backpack that had all the stuff I needed for tonight and tomorrow morning and went with Shawn to his apartment. The place was filled with bags and backpacks, but apart from that, was the nicer it’s ever been during the semester. We didn’t stick longer downstairs, Shawn only grabbed two bottles of water for us and dragged me to his room, which was a complete war zone. He only took something’s off his bed and told me to get comfy to nap as he packed.

So that’s just what I did, I took off my shoes and placed my phone on the nightstand, laying down and watching as he started to go through his clothes and fold them not so nicely, and place them on his suitcase. I didn’t even noticed when I dozed off, but was really hard to keep myself awake with Shawn softly humming to some random song. I just noticed I was off, what felt like minutes later, when I felt someone calling me in a low tone and gently caressing my face waking me up. The first thing I saw was his honey eyes, then his body crouching down beside my side of the bed and then his perfectly aligned teeth in a beautiful smile.

“Hey” he mumbled softly.

“What time is it?” my voice sounded extremely groggy “how long was I out?”

“It’s almost 5:30, ordered us a pizza, hope you don’t mind” he replied standing straight “you slept for a bit more than an hour and a half”

“Oh shit” I let out as I ran a hand through my hair “I didn’t even noticed I was out til you woke me”

“You were sleeping pretty heavily, I felt bad for waking you up, but I was afraid if I let you sleep longer you wouldn’t be tired enough to sleep at night”

“No, you’re probably right, thank you” I said as I sat up, rubbing my eyes softly “Are you done with packing?”

“Yeah, I though that maybe if you wanted to talk... We could do it now”

“Oh, okay” I said crossing my legs and he sat down in front of me.

“This is not easy for me, so I’m going to ask you two things, okay?”

“Okay”

“First, I wouldn’t like things to change between us, it might take a while but I don’t want to loose you”

“You’re scaring me” I said with a nervous chuckle and he only smiled softly at me.

“I don’t intend to, I’m sorry, and the second one, I would like to say everything I have to say first, cause I don’t really know how to say this best, and I’ve practiced”

“Okay, sure” was all I could answer and I saw his cheeks getting pink.

Shawn took a deep breath and I placed my hand on his knee, and he only smiled at me as a response.

“You know I never really believed in soulmates and stuff, I just think it is a coincidence, right? And I even covered my birthmark that everyone teased me about with the swallow tattoo, to prevent myself from being stupid and looking for the same mark on others, cause for me this shit just wasn’t real. So when I found out, that you, the girl I had a massive crush on and my best friend and I shared the same birthmark, I completely lost my mind. I didn’t want to believe it was real, I didn’t even know if you thought of me that way. I was scared to death” he took a deep breath and I squeezed his knee gently.

He once again offered me a smile as he kept on going.  “I didn’t want it to be real, didn’t want you to be my soulmate, I didn’t want to lose you, I wasn’t ready to be the one to ruin this amazing friendship we built during our whole lives, so my pretty dumb boy logic brain thought at first to ignore it, act like I never saw it before, and hell, I don’t know if it’s the soulmate/mark thing, if it’s God, if it’s C.I.A or, I don’t know, some greater love force, but every day we went through was getting harder to ignore my feelings for you and the itch sensation to just grab your pretty face and kiss you.

And then, my amazing ability to deal with feelings thought it was better to push you off than keep on falling harder for you, and I know, I was the worst to you and I’m so incredibly fucking sorry for ever treating you like that. You didn’t deserve it, and you also didn’t deserve being left in the dark, and I don’t even know how you found it in yourself to forgive me, but I’m so thankful for that. I felt like shit for ever making you sad and it literally hurt in me to see you less than happy, specially cause I knew it was my fault. And then the whole fake dating thing started and it was a mess. I was constantly jealous of Tyler, cause he’s an idiot who never deserved you and cause I really wanted you to myself. But I was completely torn between telling you everything and keep on pushing you away so I wouldn’t be the one hurting you more. Crazy, I know” he said with a ironic chuckle.

“Just a little bit” I mumbled softly and he shook his head with a smile.

“But since we started spending so much time together again, I just couldn’t keep on pushing you away, I had to be selfish and have you back on my life, and to be honest, since I first found out about our soulmate situation, that’s when I finally felt happy and relieved, when I had you around me again. And I even thought you were into me as well, hell, you kissed me, twice, and then I had to go on and ruin everything cause I got jealous over nothing, again” he said running his hands through his mop of curls, tugging at the roots “and then I was sure I fucked it all up and that you’re never going to look on my face again, and then there was my mum thing, and I couldn’t go to anybody else, I just showed up at your door without even noticing it, I am just always coming back to you.

You took care of me like no one else would, and that’s when I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore, I just needed you and I kissed you, and everything fell into place. I couldn’t stop smiling the whole day after that. And I know I disappeared for a week, I just didn’t want to see you and not explain everything you deserved to know about me, so it took me a while to get my shit together, but here I am”

He looked at me like he was staring at my soul and all I could do was hum in response.

“I thought you’d need some time to process it, so if you want me to leave I can go or if you have any questions you can ask me” he added softly and after a few minutes without any responses he started to get up to leave.

“Where are you going?” my question was barely a whisper, but he listened because he looked down at me with a frown.

“I’m leaving you to absorb it”

“No, don’t, don’t run away from me now”

“I’m not” he said sitting down again and reaching for my hands, that I promptly placed on his “I’m here now, Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere until you tell me to”

“Okay, so let me see if I get this straight” I started and he nodded with those big doe eyes “you were falling for me and freaked out when you found out we were potential soulmates, and decided to ignore it and push me away afraid of ruining our friendship?”

“Yeah”

“And then you decided it wasn’t the right thing to do and started hanging out with me again and noticed that you shouldn’t have done it on the first place without telling me anything? Your best friend?”

“I fucked up pretty badly, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did” I said and he sighed, closing his eyes that were already pretty glossy from the tears that started to form “hey, look at me, now I’m talking”

“Okay” he said sounding completely broken.

“You should’ve told me in the first place and we could’ve figured this whole thing out together, so neither of us would’ve suffered, cause even though you did hurt me, you also hurt yourself, and I know it wasn’t your intention to do it to neither of us. I know you never meant to hurt me, you were just doing what was better in your head for me, but here’s the thing, I’m the one that should decided what’s best for me, Shawn, okay? The whole problem here is...”

“That I’m an idiot?” he suggested.

“No, honey, well, a bit, yeah” I said and he let out a sad chuckle “but the main problem is miscommunication, we should’ve just talked to me, and this whole mess wouldn’t have happened”

He nodded looking down at our joined hands and I let go of them, only to cup his jaw and force him to look up at me “why were you scared of losing me? Or hurting me?”

“Me?” he asked and I nodded in response “I just- you’re perfect and I’m just Shawn”

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked chuckling softly.

“Yeah, you’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met, you’re good in everything you do, you’re the sweetest, kindest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever met and me? I’m just Shawn, the dumb boy, that never had a real serious relationship and that likes to party on his free time, I’m not enough for you”

“I’m not all of that, I’m flattered, really am, but I’m not that, Shawnie, and you, oh baby, you’re way more than that, yeah, you might have this bad boy with a frozen heart exterior, but in reality, you have the biggest heart and are the softest guy I’ve ever met”

“Only for you” he mumbled.

“And that’s honestly all that matters to me”

“Is it?”

“Yeah”

“Really?”

“Yes, Shawn” I said giggling softly.

“So what do we do now?”

“What do you mean?”

“With all this?”

“Well, we should communicate better”

“Okay, that’s on me”

“No, it’s on me too, if I told you I liked you way too long ago, this could’ve been avoided”

“You liked me?”

“Yeah”

“As in the past?” I only hummed in response and he nodded.

“And now I’m in love with you”

“You’re what?!”

“In love with you”

“You fell in love with me?! Out of all people?Just like I did with you?”

“Yep” I said popping the ‘p’ and he laughed.

“Well, maybe there is such thing as soulmates”

“Maybe” I giggled as he pulled into his arms, hugging me tight to his body.

“So what do we do with this?”

“We can go slow with this, just go with it and don’t hold back anymore”

We just sat there, in each other’s embrace for a while, letting the eventful evening sink in as he gripped at my shirt and I played with his soft curls. Maybe we had a rough start to whatever this is, but having him like this makes me so sure that this was all worth it, if that meant I would have him like this at the end of the day.

“This can’t be real” he mumbled after what felt like ages.

“But it is, very real” I replied sitting up straight properly on his lap and he cupped my face gently.

“Prove it” he smirked at me, great, the Shawn I knew is finally back, and I only laughed in response, leaning in closer and finally pressing my lips to his softly.

The kiss was slow and passionate, I guess we weren’t in rush, we were just exploring each other calmly after everything that happened and I couldn’t feel happier. He was still cupping my jaw and my fingers were lazily wrapped in his curls, just getting used to one another. But when I tugged at it a bit harder than before and he whimper lightly into my mouth was as if something shifted around us. The whole place seemed to lit up on fire and even though all humans need oxygen to breath, suddenly it wasn’t important to us anymore. His tongue ran on my bottom lip as I let him deepen the kiss.

He was carefully leaning in and making me lay back on his soft pillows as his tongue licked into my mouth, one of his hands running down my body, only to stop at my waist, giving it a rough squeeze, getting a soft moan in response from me. And that was all Shawn needed to encourage him to keep on going. He placed a few pecks on my lips as he trailed down to my jaw and neck with his open mouthed kisses that was literally making me roll my eyes back and tug harder on his soft locks. When he started nipping on my collar bone his phone rang.

“Oh shit” he mumbled into my neck, nuzzling his face on my neck and going back to his assault there.

“Shawn” what was supposed to come out as a normal sentence ended up a moan when he left what could only be a red mark on the column of my throat.

“Hm?” he hummed completely ignoring his phone.

“Someone’s calling you”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm” was all I could reply as he got back to my lips to kiss me all over again, living me completely dizzy, and almost making me forget about his phone.

“Let them” he mumbled before kissing me again, until I cupped his jaw and pushed him away softly making him whine in protest “I’m finally able to have you all to myself”

“And we have all night, baby, but you ordered pizza and I’m starving”

“Oh shit” he replied at the same time the doorbell rang making him groan in frustration.

“Go open the damn door, Mendes!” I said giggling and he got up to do it grumbling how mean I was, but still with a smile on his plump lips.

And I was there smiling to myself like the idiot I was, feeling my lips tingling and my whole body on fire. My phone buzzed from the nightstand and I reached to see who was texting me right now to ruin the moment, but it was only Shawn.

“Come downstairs, honey, the pizza’s here”

To Shawnie:

“I’m literally upstairs, you could’ve just called me, idiot”

From Shawnie:

“Nah-ah, don’t be rude to your boyfriend”

To Shawnie:

“Which boyfriend? I didn’t know I had one”

From Shawnie:

“Come downstairs and I’ll show you who’s you’re boyfriend”

To Shawnie:

“Nope, this bed is pretty comfy”

From Shawnie:

“Y/N, come on, baby, pretty please”

“Seriously, the pizza well get cold”

“Don’t make me go upstairs and pick you up”

“Y/N, I’m serious, if I go upstairs you’re going to be punished with tickles”

To Shawnie:

“Thought you couldn’t be rude to you girlfriend”

From Shawnie:

“Touché!”

“Now come here, baby, and I’ll make it worth it”

“Get your pretty ass downstairs”

To Shawnie:

“I’m coming”

It was all I could reply, still giggling like a teenage girl and I went downstairs, only to find him with our chat still open, writing down a reply I could never repeat out loud without turning myself into a blushing mess. But I’m not going to complain about it, I was happy, completely and utterly happy.

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Chapter 9: I just shot someone // Shawn Mendes

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 7: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166496245691/chapter-7-i-like-you-as-a-good-girl-shawn

Chapter 8: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166865465451/chapter-8-i-want-us-to-be-soulmates-shawn

Authors note: Double update?? I THINK YES

Recap: “You’re flaws are my flaws and your problems will be my problems. Soulmate’s are a team Shawn and I want to try if you want to try, no matter who’s trying to break us apart.”

His hands are now on my waist, the heat transferring to my own skin.

“I want to try.”

“Really?” I grin, my excitement shining through.

“I want us to be soulmates. I believe that we could be perfect together.”

I’m kissing him again.

Someone was shaking my shoulder, trying to pull me out of a deep sleep. I groan, moving towards the source of warmth that was laying next to me on the double bed. Shawn.

“Y/n.” He whispers harshly and I groan, trying to tuck myself into his chest as he lays on his side next to me.

“Let me sleep.” I mumble, letting my head rest against where his heart was, the steady thump lulling me to sleep again.

“I can’t princess, I think... I think they found us.” The fear in his voice has my eyes fluttering open.

After lunch yesterday, Shawn and I had relaxed around the house, simply enjoying each other’s company. By the end of the night, Shawn had willingly let me fall asleep next to him, his arm chucked securely around my waist.

Now however, the faint moonlight falling through the window illuminated the anxiousness in his eyes. I sit up, the blankets lying around my waist and the cool air causing goose bumps to form on my bare arms.

“Why do you think that?” I ask him, keeping my voice low.

“I heard a car pull up; no one else knows we’re here.” He gets out of bed, chucking on a hoodie and passing me his black zip up jacket.

“What are we going to do if it is them?” I dare to ask, feeling the fear rise in my chest until it feels like I might start hyperventilating.

“We’re going to run, if we get separated…” His back is to me but his gaze is locked on something outside the window.

“If we get separated..” I prompt him, worry filling my veins.

“You run okay?” He faces me again, rushing over to me where I sit on the bed. His hand lifts my chin so I look him in the eyes. “You don’t worry about me, you just run until you find somewhere safe. Listen to your head. Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll find you once everything’s calm.”

“Why can’t I come back to find you?”

“If it the Libertas, if it is Jeremy,” he takes a deep breath in. “They will not hesitate to hurt you to get back at me alright?”

I nod hesitantly, and his other hand raises to cup the side of my face as he quickly kisses me. He straightens back up before heading to the door, turning to look at me as he leaves me with parting words.

“Hide under the bed, don’t come out until I tell you to.”

The door clicks shut.

It’s been nearly 5 minutes of me hiding on the wooden floors under the bed. I hadn’t heard anything and I was beginning to wonder if anyone was actually at our house anymore.

Then the yelling began. Something smashes and I flinch, wondering if Shawn was the one to cause the damage or if someone was damaging him.

I can’t make out the words being shouted. I hold my breath, hoping for the best.

Then there was the gun shot.

I scramble out from under the bed, rushing straight for the door, pulling it open and right into the arms of Tommy.

“Hey there.” He grins at me, gripping my arms so tightly that I knew there would be bruises. I try to tug myself out of his grip but Tommy isn’t having it. He shoves me down the hallway, never letting go of me.

He pushes me through a doorway, into the small lounge room where Shawn and I had sat on the couch, watching re-runs of cartoons.

I should have listened to Shawn. There on the couch sat Jeremy, a cigarette hanging from his lips. My nose scrunches in disgust from the smell. My eyes catch Shawn’s. He’s on the opposite side of the room, two of Jeremy’s men keeping him on his knees, his hands tied behind his back.

“Well look at that, I was right.” Jeremy smirks and my gaze flicks back to him.

“That’s a first.” I growl. Tommy was blocking the only exit from the room, my only escape route. Shawn was tied up in the corner, surrounded by two bulky men who looked like they could, and would, squish me into pulp if I dared try to help him.

Jeremy ignores me. “One little gunshot and your girlfriend comes running to save the day. Or should I say soulmate.”

Shawn tries to wriggle out of the ropes at Jeremy’s words but one nod from their leader has one of the men knocking Shawn over the head, his movements ceasing.

“What is your problem?” I hiss, turning away from Shawn’s hunched over figure, knowing that if I kept looking at him I would burst into tears.

“Just trying to get even, Sunshine.” How a man could be so vindictive, I didn’t know. “Shawn should know better than to go against the Libertas, especially for a soulmate which he supposedly should have disposed of.”

A flash of metal shines in the low lighting. I freeze, watching as Jeremy raises the gun, pointing it right at me lazily.

“No!” Shawn yells hoarsely from where he kneels and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“I guess I should have been the one to know that Shawn’s always been waiting for his match. Now I’m just going to do what he never had the guts to.”

Shawn struggles out of their hold, standing to his feet as he swings his head back, colliding with the jaw of one of the men.

“Don’t worry Shawn, you won’t miss her, you can find someone much more suitable.” Jeremy grins and I feel rage begin to burn in my stomach.

“Any last words Sunshine?”

“I hope you burn in hell you sick fu-“

“Aye, no bad language thank you.” Jeremy grins maliciously at me but his gaze snaps to Shawn who’s managed to knock both of the men unconscious.

“Tommy!” Jeremy turns to call his other back up and while he’s distracted I grab the mug off the coffee table and race at him, smashing the mug over his head.

The gun clutters to the floor and I race to pick it up while Jeremy clutches his bleeding scalp.

“Stop!” I shout, pointing the weapon at the Libertas leader who pauses. Shawn and Tommy freeze, Shawn’s eyes wide.

“Don’t move.” I order them, the gun shaking in my hands. “Come here.” I call Shawn and he walks slowly over to me, almost as if not to startle me. “I don’t have anything to cut you free.” I mutter, eyeing the zip ties that keep his hands behind his back.

“Don’t stress.” He murmurs back to me, moving so he’s beside me.

“Both of you. Get on the floor.” I tell the other two, keeping the gun on Jeremy.

“Okay, okay just don’t shoot.” Jeremy says calmly and they move to kneel but in a flash, Jeremy runs at me. Panicking, I pull the trigger and a gunshot is heard. Tommy shouts something but I can’t hear it over the blood rushing in my ears.

“Y/n?” Shawn tries to move closer to me to protect me from seeing the bleeding man on the floor but I still see. I still see the blood staining through his shirt on his lower abdomen, slowly leaking onto the floor.

“Shawn.” My voice rasps. I can’t think. I just shot someone.

He begins to push me gently toward the doorway and I move, holding the gun limply in my hands.

“Grab the scissors.”

I follow his instructions, getting them out of the top drawer and snipping the ties.

“Call the police.”

He runs back into the lounge room and he shouts something, Tommy shouting back.

My hands shake while I ring the cops, telling the voice on the other line what they need to know. She tells me there is help five minutes away. I don’t reply. All I can see is the moment I pulled the trigger and Jeremy falling to the ground.

The phone drops to floor and so do I, curling my knees to my chest I stay there, tears trailing down my face.

“I just shot someone.”

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[dontworrysunflower]

Señorita | Shawn Mendes

(Not my gif)

A/N: I had to, like... I don’t care how much I don’t like Camila, I can’t not. THE SONG IS A FUCKING BOP. Also please, send in some requests, I have promptlists (none of which I own) in my masterlist!

Warnings: not so subtle hints to the video, badboy!shawn, eludes to smut but not really

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

“Your little boy toy is here.” Milly, the only friend you’ve made since you moved here six months ago, teased, turning her back to the counter and smirking at you, one hand on her hip.

You roll your eyes as you finished tying your hair up. Grabbing a waist apron from the metal table and tying it around yourself, you said “We’re just friends.” Milly hums before she turns back to serving the customers and you turn around to grab three plates that sat on the little open space looking into the kitchen.

Milly had told you months ago to not mess with him, but of course, you didn’t listen. You just like to keep him on his feet that’s all. Haven’t done anything, barely even spoken to him, it’s just fun seeing the ‘bad boy’ of the town so enthralled by a girl. An entertainment, of sorts.

You walked around the counter, smiling kindly at some customers that sat on the high stools. The short dress started riding up your thighs as you walked to a booth, your eyes flickering to his. He’s leaning back on the booth, one arm draped over the back of the cushion as his eyes trailed on you. God damn. You stop, placing the food in front of the customers, smiling. You wipe your hands on your apron, taking a deep breath when you look back at him again. Milly stands in front of him, placing down his order, but he scoots on the booth, moving to look at you some more, his chocolate curls bouncing along with his movement.

●●●

“Aye! We should totally go clubbing tonight.” Milly exclaimed as she picked at her sandwich while you were on break.

You popped a chip into your mouth, your face contorting in guilt. “Uh, I don’t know Mil, I’m still getting used to this city-”

“And this a great way to do it! Please? You’ll get to meet some of my friends. Maybe you can even invite you little boy-”

“Fine. I’ll go, and I’m not inviting anyone.”

She giggled before she was interrupted by your boss, yelling at the both of you to continue working.

●●●

Of course he had to be there. And of course he had to look so fucking good in suspenders. And of course, he had to be so talented plucking at the guitar strings.

You tried to distract yourself from him. Made small conversation with Milly’s friends, which you hope soon will become yours. Drank as many alcoholic drinks as you could. You even flirted with some other guys, but none of them could ever live up to Shawn. Ever.

About two hours into your rather uneventful night, you lost sight of him. His tall lanky figure seemed to disappear whenever you were enjoying the little eye candy.

But as you stood by the bar, you felt a hot presence behind you. His calloused fingers touched the soft skin of your elbow, your breath catching on your throat when you felt him lean down, his lips grazing your ear before he whispered, “Would you like to dance, señorita?” You turned around, slowly looking up at him, his breath fanning your face.

You suddenly stumbled closer to him, your hands immediately flying to his chest when you turn around to see that Milly had pushed you. Shawn’s hands move down to your waist, holding you close to him as he lead you to the makeshift dance floor by the sand.

Your fingers grazed the soft hairs on his muscular arms, your nails digging into the soft ridges of his biceps as you absentmindedly trace his tattoos, moving your hands up to place behind his neck, your fingers getting tangled in his curls.

In a matter of seconds, he grabbed your hands to pull away from you then spin you around and pull you close, swaying to the music.

Then this is suddenly to much for you, just how perfect this seems to be and just him and you can only think of one thing to do.

Run away.

•••

You tried to forget about it. You really did. The way his hands kneeded the skin of your waist. The way he moved you across the dance floor felt so effortless. Because he’s done it with a bunch of other chicks.

And that thought really helped.

It also helped that he never stopped by the diner, you were able to work without the beautiful distraction.

It was a long day. No one appeared to be concentrated, bitchy customers, some of your coworkers drropped a couple plates, everyone was frustrated. “Go on.” Milly smiled at you in the dimly lit diner. She knew how’d you’d been feeling lately, and she offered to stay later to count profit. You thanked her profusely before making your way out the back door.

“Hey wait!” His soothing voice startled you to a stop. You turned around as he looked at you with a look you could only describe as lost and distressed. He quickly stood up and scrambled to stand in your way before you go any further. He just stared down at you for a moment, nothing said. Just his eyes trailing around your face as you gave him a slight smirk. His hand found your wrist as he smiled sweetly at you. “Come with me?” He asked with a voice just full of seduction and need, but you knew better.

“Nice try.” You muttered as you moved to the side to step away from him, but he gets in your way again. “Shawn seriously, just leave me alone-”

“But I can’t (y/n)! I don’t know what your doing to me but I like it.” He leans down to plant his forehead on mine, his hazel eyes boring into mine, his grip on my wrist loosening and moves down to your waist, his fingers moving in circles over your clothes. His touch just as intoxicating as the first time.

“Uh, I kind of want to change into some other clothes.” You shift your weight from leg to the other, the few buttons he has undone on his loose white shirt call to you to just unbutton the rest.

“We can stop by your house, señorita.”

You weren’t going to say no.

•••

You looked at yourself in the mirror, you mind going through all of the excuses you could give him to not go.

But he was already here, waiting for you patiently just outside the bathroom door because he wants you.

You tightly wrapped the cardigan around yourself to brace yourself from his eyes as you left the bathroom.

But he just smiled and held his hand out for you to take. “Ready, señorita?”

He pulled you out of your home and got on his bike, looking back at you as you gingerly scoot in behind him, your arms engulfing his leather-clad torso.

•••

Your eyes were locked with his as you stood against the wall, your hands balling the knitted cardigan because you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

You found enough confidence to waltz over to him as he pulled his tank top over his head before he stood, towering over you. You stared up at him for what felt like hours before you moved up on you toes to link your fingers together behind his neck, your lips crashing with him in a feverish kiss.

His hands were secured around your waist in an instant, bringing impossibly closer to his chest before he pull you off your feet and spun you around, your back falling onto the bed, his arms on either side of you. You gasped as your hair sprawled across the bed, and Shawn took that advantage to slip his tounge into your mouth, swallowing the moans that came out of you.

His slow kisses trailed down your neck, his hands moving under your shirt and quickly pulling it off, throwing it somewhere else in the small hotel room.

•••

You didn’t want to admit it, but you loved watching him sleep. The even breath that passed his pink lips you got to kiss throughout the night. His chocolate curls a disheveled mess atop his head, the memory of your fingers in his hair as he did this and that with his tounge. His beautiful god like body a piece of art that you got to admire as the moonlight cascaded into the room.

You untangled his arms from your body, roaming around the room to locate your clothes. You were pulling on your shirt when you heard him shuffling and groaning behind you. You turned back around to face him, and you were met with a sleepy looking Shawn, one arm behind his head as he smirked at you. “G’morning, señorita.” His groggy voice spoke out in the silence as he watched you move around the bed. You gripped the yellow curtains and pushed them back, the sunlight cascading over toned torso as he sat up on the edge of the bed.

“Morning.” You mumbled, the natural light a beautiful aura around you as you smirked at him.

“C’mere.” He held his hand out to you and instead of taking it, you just stood in front of him, his other hand going to your thigh to pull your leg around his torso.

•••

It happened a couple more times. The sneaking away. The late night motorcycle rides. The sex. The sweet nickname he had given you rolled off his tongue like a praise whenever you were together. Then he’d sneak away, saying it was just business. You didn’t want to be that kind of girl. You knew he wouldn’t give up his lifestyle for you if you asked, not that you ever would. You weren’t anything to him and he wasn’t anything to you, it was just for fun, you kept telling yourself.

But the fun was soon over when you stopped hearing from him. Never came by the diner or your house. You were left on voicemail every time you called.

You really tried to pretend you were fine. But it was even hard to believe yourself. You knew you should’ve never gotten involved with him, in any way. But it was so damn hard. Just the way he looked to the way he made you feel, was enough to keep you trailing behind him, and you knew it was the same thing for him.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Hey.” Milly’s voice brought you back to reality, a sad smile playing on her lips as she sat next to you on the bench. “You okay?” She rested her hand on your thigh.

You gave her a tight lipped smile, noding out into the distance. “You were right.”

She sighs and leans back on the bench. “Yeah but, you could really tell you meant something to him. I was wrong about how he would treat you. I’m sorry it had to go like this (y/n).”

You two sat in silence before she got up and head back into the diner.

There were so many thoughts going through your head. What did I do wrong? Was I not enough? Was I not ‘bad’ enough? Not pretty? Didn’t make him cum enough? (Even though you certainly did.)

You could feel the tears flooding in your eyes because whatever you and Shawn had meant so much more to you than what you’d admit.

You pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind, pulling down you dress before walking back inside.

You weren’t his señorita anymore, even though you loved it.

And loved him. 

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[harryandmolly]

desperado

A/N: a continuation of “she got the moon in her eyes” -- recommend you read that first!

summary: Shawn and Catalina deal with the aftermath of their night together

warnings: Language, NSFW in a big way holy cow (unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it), dom!Shawn comes out to play

WC: 4.4k

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The morning is dark and cold when he leaves her bed, her tangled navy hair, her chapped rosy lips. It’s like the day itself is telling him to turn around and get back under her sheets, nicotine stained and perfume scented. The idea of it sets something off in his gut, a sharp tugging leading in the opposite direction of his heavy stride toward his bike.

He slings a leg across and settles in, pulling his helmet on, careful to avoid his still tender black eye. When he checked in her mirror in the early blue light of dawn, it was starting to go a sickly green-ish around the edges. He’s lucky, he guesses, that Catalina took him home last night before this started. He looks a little gross.

He revs the engine, takes one mournful look back at the little craftsman house and sighs, taking off down Greenfield toward his place.

+

You can’t hear the tinkling bell over the door at Plucky’s Pub, the one meant to signal the arrival of more customers. Catalina doesn’t know why it’s there. But as she’s learned, Plucky’s regulars don’t like change. If the bell was gone, they’d surely notice somehow, the way they notice when Bonnie changes anything -- the price of two fingers of whiskey, the ratty-ass curtains over the south window, even the fucking bar polish they use to clean the damn place.

Catalina doesn’t need the bell, anyway. She can feel it when people walk in, even when the line for the bar is five deep and she can’t see the door. She’s been doing this a long time. Plus, when certain people walk in, you can feel it.

Shawn is the last of his crew through the door. He’s the one they turn to look at. Not even just the straight women -- everyone. He’s just eye-catching. Catalina knows. She understands. He caught her eye, too.

She turns on the block heel of her slingbacks. She doesn’t even want to be tempted to look up at him. It’s been three weeks since she took him home and he left without a word. Things like that just… don’t happen to her.

This one stung. For one thing, she’s not usually the one hosting. She prefers it that way. She can control her exit without the fuss of having to kick someone out. It also means she’s never in the position of having someone leave her to wake up alone.

She didn’t have, like, plans or anything. She wasn’t going to wake up and put on his t-shirt and make him pancakes, for fuck’s sake. That’s so not her style.

It’s the principle of it. He left. He left her. Nobody does that.

Why the fuck did he do that?

She knows it was good. Fuck, she knows it was great. It’s never been like that the first time, not with anyone. She thinks of the way his body stuttered, the groan that sounded like it was coming out of his gut when he came inside her. Her toes tingle thinking about it. She grits her teeth and rocks the cocktail shaker harder in her warm hands.

She does finally turn around because she has to to hand off the drink. It’s admittedly not the best martini she’s ever made. She abused the ice in the shaker for too long, which chips it, which makes it melt faster, which makes it watery, which makes her tip smaller. She grits her teeth, accepting the small bills, tucking them into her bra.

The loud glassy clinking of beer bottles being delivered to a table has her looking up before she can remember to stop. Shawn and his friends are starting with Molsons tonight. Shawn isn’t looking at his bottle as he positions the edge of the cap over the end of the table, slapping the heel of his palm down without flinching.

He’s looking straight at her.

It takes all her self control not to sneer before she turns her gaze down to the next customer. She has to blink a few times not to see his face. She also has to have the poor girl repeat her order three times before her fingers know where to reach to make a gin and tonic.

+

She used to be good at ignoring his eyes on her all night.

Well, that’s not strictly true. She just used to enjoy them a lot more.

She’s not sure why they’re on her now. The curiosity has been well and thoroughly satisfied. He had her, he left. Yes, that makes him a fucking moron of catastrophic proportions, Catalina knows. But why is he still looking?

Every time she glances up, he’s already watching her expectantly. What exactly is he anticipating? Does he expect to see her bursting into tears at the sight of him, or panting over the idea of fucking him again until he comes over and takes her?

If that’s what he’s waiting for, it’ll be a while.

She’s busy, anyway. She has a cling-on tonight.

A cling-on is a term Bonnie uses for guys that latch onto a hot female bartender and attempt to woo her. Catalina’s very familiar with them. She got a lot more when she started at Plucky’s, when her take-no-prisoners reputation wasn’t yet known. But every so often, some poor sap will stumble in and think if he’s persistent enough, he’ll get in her pants. She has half a mind to let him if it’ll run Shawn out of her rattled brain.

But this particular guy is aggressive. She stopped serving him fifteen minutes ago after he knocked over the drink of a biker chick Catalina once took home, but he’s still here, trying to talk to her every time she delivers a drink down to his end of the bar.

She drops a rum and coke onto a coaster for the woman next to him, who looks sweetly concerned. Catalina winks at her assuringly and turns to head for a group of college guys that have just made their way to the bar after a wait.

Before she can move, she feels a tug on the thin strap of her dress. She whirls around, eyes skimming past the horrified look on the woman’s face before she settles on the bleary-eyed fuckwit who just laid a hand on her without her permission.

Then something weird happens.

Catalina’s history of chucking assholes out of Plucky’s for different varieties of bad behavior is long and storied. She’s hardly ever needed help to do it. When she has, it’s been because the losers have had back up, so Shawn and his friends, the de facto security team, stepped in to even the count.

Catalina knows the situation calls for her angriest face, for her to bark “OUT!” loud enough to embarrass the fucker and get him stumbling out the door. She can do it. She doesn’t need help.

But she looks up. Shawn is watching her carefully, beer bottle halfway to his perfect, pillowy lips. She swallows and blinks at him, and it’s enough for him to come running.

In a few strides, he’s there, hustling around the crowd to get behind the bar. His eyes are dark and solid, his jaw is tight. He’s squaring up, looking ready to scream in this guy’s face, but it’s not what Catalina wants.

Instead, she grabs him by the wrist, pins herself to the wall and drags him in.

Shawn doesn’t take long to respond. He sinks one hand into the soft, sweaty hair clinging to the back of her neck and wraps the other around her hip, nipping hard at her lower lip to get a moan vibrating his whole body.

Some patrons cheer. Bonnie casts them a confused sidelong glance from the other end of the bar as she dumps bourbon into a lowball glass. Shawn’s friends exchange amused looks.

Shawn and Catalina don’t see any of it.

Shawn tips his head, pressing his tongue between her lips with a deep sigh that makes his shoulders drop for the first time in weeks. The hand on her hip works his thumb into her hipbone, pulling the loose skirt of her little dress up with every purposeful stroke. Catalina holds him close, massaging her long fingers against his scalp to make his eyes flutter.

She’s the one that breaks away to breathe first. Her lips are wet, parted with the heaving effort of her breath. She looks up at Shawn, eyes wide, expression unreadable. While he stares down at her, she angles her head to look over his shoulder. Her cling-on looks vaguely disgusted, pitching himself off the counter to amble heavily toward the door.

He watches her mask slide back on when she looks back up at him, clearing her throat.

“Thanks.”

The muscle in Shawn’s jaw pulses. He eases off to let her slide out from around his hulking form. She doesn’t bother looking back at him again.

+

Catalina’s not the least bit surprised to see him refuse his friends’ invitation to leave with them after closing time while Catalina is refilling bottles and twirling on her toes to “I Wanna Be Your Lover” by Prince -- one of Bonnie’s favorite post closing time clean up jams.

Catalina is dawdling. Bonnie and Shawn have both clocked it. She’s singing along under her breath, rinsing the funnel leisurely as Bonnie locks doors and gathers cash into a bag for the bank.

Wizened Bonnie with her spiky red pixie cut and her toned, tattooed arms shoots Shawn a look before announcing she’s out for the night. Shawn answers it with a nod. Bonnie hits the stereo on the way out.

It’s quiet. The only sounds left in the dark, empty bar are the splashing of booze as Catalina refills handles and the squeaking of her heels on the sticky floor.

Shawn takes a deep, shaky breath. He runs a hand through his hair and drops the last gulp of Johnnie Walker down his throat before standing, shucking off the Dolly Parton leather jacket. He takes his glass and heads for the bar to return it to Catalina.

She looks up briefly from her careful pour of Jim Beam.

“What’re you still doing here?” she murmurs. It’s gentle, not accusatory. It makes Shawn’s lips curl into a smirk.

“Figured I’d stick around in case that creepy fucker comes back.”

Catalina wets her lips and stands, shaking her hair out over her shoulders. She doesn’t look up from her bottle.

“You know I don’t have a problem handling those losers,” she says breezily. Shawn sees right through it.

“Oh, I know. That’s why it was so cute that you used it as a way to get your tongue in my mouth earlier.”

That gets her attention. Her gaze snaps to his. She tilts her chin up defiantly.

“Some guys don’t respond to my pushback unless they think I “belong” to somebody,” she explains unnecessarily, quirking her fingers in air quotes around “belong.”

Shawn nods thoughtfully, twirling his glass in his fingers before he sets it down on the bar and steps around it to hunch beside her.

“But you don’t belong to anybody, baby,” he purrs in her ear, watching with a rush of heat in his veins as goosebumps pour over her sweet, fragrant neck.

“That’s right,” she snarks back, twisting the cap of a bottle. She turns to put the bottle back. On her way to grab another, Shawn hooks an arm around her waist and lifts her to perch on the edge of the bar counter.

He takes his time looking her over as he makes his way between her thighs. With heavy lids, he watches her breathing quicken. He strokes his broad, rough palms down the outsides of her legs. He pauses. Catalina holds her breath, sure she’s getting another bruising kiss. Instead, he steps back and skillfully hooks his fingers under the ankle strap of her slingbacks, slipping them off and dropping them with a clatter.

“Dunno why you wear those to work,” he comments, gently lowering one leg to focus on the other. He plants her foot at the center of his chest and draws his fingertips teasingly up and down the length and breadth of her moonpale leg.

Catalina grips the edge of the bar and stares at him unblinking. He admires the dips and curves and swells and valleys of her well-used leg, slipping his fingers under the sole of her foot to pluck it off his chest and press his thumbs into the sore tendons.

Catalina’s eyes slam shut. The moan that leaves her throat is beyond obscene. It makes Shawn chuckle. He takes his time, working his fingers with varying pressure around the ball of her foot to the arch to her heel and back again. When he’s satisfied, he lifts her other foot and repeats the massage, intricate and detailed and so tender it makes Catalina’s mind swirl.

“I… they make my ass look amazing,” she answers finally, his question almost forgotten.

Shawn looks up from her eggplant-lacquered toes. “Your ass already looks amazing, Leens. You might as well be comfortable while you look so damn good.”

He lowers her foot and stares up at her. Without removing his gaze, he lifts her claw-like hand off the bar and brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss over her knuckles.

“You know, you’re allowed to want to be a damsel in distress sometimes. I won’t think any less of you.”

Catalina balks, her insides twisting. “I don’t need you to save me, Shawn.”

Shawn steps closer, dropping her little hand onto his shoulder.

“I know. But it’s ok if you want me to.”

His lips are soft, plump and whiskey-wet. She gasps into them, her knees falling automatically open to welcome him closer. He takes the invitation happily, pulling her hips tight against his torso as he loses himself in the taste of her sweet mouth. She’s immediately needy, dropping her pretense to take as much of him in her hands as she can. She squeezes the bulk of his shoulders, the swell of his biceps, the soft skin of his neck, the curls behind his ears that have him growling into her lips.

She pulls back. He grunts and chases her down, lunging in for another searing kiss. She lets him take it, the wrinkle between her eyes softening as she rocks her hips against his abdomen and gathers him ever closer. Soon, before she can entirely lose her train of thought, she pulls away again, this time to suck on his jaw to pacify him.

Through wet, biting kisses, she pants, “Want to show you… want to thank you…”

Shawn’s intrigued. His stomach flips. He pulls back and holds her face in his hands.

“How are you going to do that?” he coos, cocky and curious.

Catalina inhales and nudges him back enough to slip down to her feet. She turns him, props him up against the bar and lowers to her knees. His head tosses back. He breathes harder in anticipation.

“Remember how hot and tight my throat was for you?” she breathes, her voice already fucked as she unbuckles his belt and skillfully works his jeans open to free his hard cock, “Remember how good and wet I felt when I was sucking you?”

“Jesus, baby,” Shawn hisses. His cock gives a twitch at her words. She smiles and takes it in her soft hand, stroking it firmly. His eyes flutter.

“Want you to fuck my mouth, Shawn,” she tells him, planting a sweet kiss on his tip. His hips shift forward, searching for her.

“Open up then, princess,” he sighs, shooting her a crooked grin that has her squirming.

Catalina, for once in her life, obeys. She lifts her hair over one shoulder and parts her flushed lips, staring up at him. Shawn groans, easing his cock into her willing mouth slowly. He wants her to enjoy this as much as he knows he will, so he doesn’t go shoving in all at once. He rolls his hips gently, letting her adjust, slick him down with her soft tongue. When she gives a short nod, he rocks harder, a little deeper, until he feels her throat restrict around his shaft.

She’s looking up at him like she doesn’t want to miss a second. Her small hands cling to his hips like she’s afraid he’ll bolt if she doesn’t hold on. Fat fucking chance.

Her mouth really is almost as good as her pussy. Or maybe his stupid horny brain just thinks that right now because he hasn’t had her pussy in weeks, even though it’s all he’s been thinking about when he’s alone, his tight fist failing to bring him the same ecstatic feeling. She’s not afraid of what he’s giving her, even when he reaches down to curl his hand around her thick sheet of hair to control the angle of her wet mouth. She seems hungry for him. It makes his toes curl in his boots.

“Your fucking mouth, Jesus fucking Christ,” Shawn pants, shaking his head with a short, overwhelmed burst of laughter. Catalina groans, scooting closer on her knees. The whine that whistles from Shawn’s nose would embarrass him if he weren’t half gone.

“You like this, don’t you, baby? Like the way I fuck your pretty mouth,” he whispers, awed.

She manages to nod, still looking up at him reverently.

Shawn’s fingers curl into his free fist. The hand in her hair eases her back gently until his cock bobs against her bottom lip.

“Don’t wanna come in your mouth,” he grunts, “Need to feel you come on my face first.”

He watches in delight as her thighs tighten under her pretty skirt. He takes her hands, helping her back to her feet.

“How do you want me?” she asks, glancing around like she’s looking for ideas.

Shawn thinks fast on his feet. He grabs a step stool out from under the bar and positions it beside the counter, helping her to stand on top, facing away from him. She looks back over her shoulder when Shawn’s hands lift the skirt of her dress, his thumbs pressing greedily into the smooth skin of her ass.

Catalina’s eyes drift shut. She’s soaked straight through her lacy baby blue thong. Shawn tugs at it teasingly, letting it snap against her lower back.

“C’mon, Shawn,” she hisses impatiently.

Shawn hums from the back of his throat, amused. “Think you’re gonna get what you need by being a brat?”

He pulls at her panties for real now, watching as they hug her close, clinging to her wetness until they drop around her ankles. He steadies her as she steps out of them, kicking them off the stool.

“Maybe if you ask me nicely,” he suggests, lifting one of her legs so her knee rests on the edge of the bar, spreading her open for him, “I’ll give you what you need.”

Catalina’s vision is blurry. Now that he’s got her where he wants her, ready to give it up if she says the words, even her swollen pride can’t stop her.

She keens loud and looks over her shoulder, watching him drop to his knees so he’s level with her slick wetness.

“Please, Shawn. Fuck. Please. Need your tongue.”

Shawn grins wolfishly and lurches forward, using his gigantic hands to anchor her against the bar and press the flat of his tongue to her dripping pussy.

“Fuck, so wet already,” he laughs after his first taste, “Soaked from sucking on my cock.”

She mewls in agreement, wriggling her hips. He lifts a hand to bring it down against the white flesh of her ass, watching her arch, hearing her squeal.

“So pretty,” he groans before nuzzling his lips back where they belong. His tongue plucks at her clit, wanting her as wet as he can get her. She rocks her hips gently against the bar, stretching her arms out to hold tight to the other side of the counter as he starts fucking her in earnest.

Shawn’s tongue is unforgiving. He flicks it hot and fast against her swollen button, his thumbs sweeping in toward her center, flirting with the idea of filling her with his fingers. He concentrates on suckling at her until she’s bucking so hard against the bar that he can’t hold her still.

“Didn’t take long,” he pants, licking his lips, “Gonna come for me already, princess?”

“Please, please, please,” she chants, “Need to fucking come for you.”

Shawn is smug, landing another harsh smack on her ass, a second red handprint to match the first. “Yeah, baby. Come on my tongue.”

He thrusts his stiff tongue in between her pulsing walls, adjusting his hand so his finger can rock tightly against her clit. She can tell by the pressure mounting against his mouth that she’s almost there. He moans in anticipation and it’s the thing that drives her home.

Shawn holds his mouth fast against her, pressing his tongue in and out as she shakes and screams. He lifts his hands up around her hips, letting his palms be the cushion between her hipbones and the bar counter. He revels in it, in just how long it takes for her to even out and bring her crying whimpers down to ragged gasps.

Shawn hesitates, but pulls back when he feels her shivering at his touch. He straightens up behind her, helps her ease her leg down off the bar and climb off the stool to slump in his arms.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are unfocused, and Shawn has never felt so accomplished. He cradles her against his chest, smiling as she presses open-mouthed kisses through his t-shirt.

“Want more, honey?” he rasps, nosing at her fragrant hair. She nods eagerly.

Shawn reaches down to scoop her up, her legs lifting to twist around his waist. Her body is weak and soft against his as he carries her around the corner, pressing her back into the walk-in fridge door. She hisses at the cool steel before the sound disappears between his lips.

Catalina lifts her limp hands into his hair, squeezing when she feels his hips pin hers into the door and cant, driving his still hard cock against her pussy. She tastes herself, warm and heady on his lips. She writhes, desperately trying to angle herself in a way that will get him nestled up against her entrance for when the next rock of his hips comes.

“Shhh, I know,” he chuckles brusquely, holding her up with one arm so he can maneuver them together, spanking her clit with the head of his cock while he’s at it. She squirms, whimpering and tossing her head.

“Tell me,” he pants, telling himself he’s not begging, “Tell me you want to feel me.”

“Oh god, Shawn,” she moans, “Yes. Please. You make me feel so good.”

The tips of his ears go hot. With a grunt, he thrusts up into her, feeling a ghost of the memory of last time shrug around him. He’s never felt anything like her before. He thought it would’ve worn off after the first time, after he came so hard inside her he truly saw stars. But it’s here again and it has him by the throat.

His breathing is ragged as his chest presses against hers. She’s not mocking him this time, though. She’s brushing her nose over his, wetting her lips to speak, quiet and sweet.

“Nobody fills me like you do.”

Shawn’s instincts return and any remaining sense goes out the window. He growls again, vibrating her around his dick as he starts to set a rhythm that has her bouncing between his hips and the door. She gasps, eyes flying open as her head slams back into the steel. In the quiet bar, the sounds their bodies make together are viscerally filthy. Shawn squeezes his eyes shut to try to ignore it for fear of ending it all too soon. She feels too good. He’s had her once and now, as he has her again, he knows he’s addicted.

Her hips roll with his in perfect time, giving and receiving. Her hot breath on his face makes him feel like he’s buried in a cloud with her. Maybe they won’t have to come out this time. He doesn’t want to.

He shifts his hips to pulse the head of his cock against her g-spot. As badly as he wants to hold her here against him forever, he’s desperate to feel her come again. He knows how good she can do it.

“Lina,” he hears himself murmur, his lips so close to hers that they brush when he speaks, “I know you’re close. I can feel you.”

She’s sure he can. Her whole body is throbbing for him. She’s been holding on by her fingertips, unwilling to end it. She knows when she comes, he’ll follow. And then what?

She groans and shakes her head. “I… I--”

“I know,” he pants, “It’s ok. Just come for me. Want you to come so hard.”

He plunges his face into the crook of her neck, licking and sucking at the spot that got her so crazy for him last time. She cries his name, thrusting her hips harder just before the dam breaks. She soaks him, her body sputtering and stumbling through a fierce orgasm. She chokes on breath and grips his hair so hard she pulls some strands free in her fingers. The pleasure-pain she gives him sends him off the cliff behind her, pulsing hot and fast into her welcoming cunt until he’s spent and barely able to hold them both up.

Shawn eases back, tucking himself into his jeans. Catalina adjusts her skirt and clears her throat, sore from crying out for him.

She drops her head, unable to look at him. Her chest feels tight. The shame of it is seeping in through every pore.

She was so willing to spread her legs for him again after he left her naked and alone in her own bed. She put her desire for a good fuck over her pride. She let him know she needs him.

She can’t think of anything worse.

With a jolt, she heaves off the door and grabs at her panties and the purse she left on the counter, leaving the shoes behind -- they’d only slow her down. Without another look back, she hurries out the door, taking off at a run, barefoot and crying.

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[evanstanhoney]

Fuck Love (part ii).// Badboy!Shawn

a/n: this is finally the second part to fuck love. It was highly requested and because I’m the worst I’ve finally gotten around to writing it. I hope you like it. :) 

summary: you’ve known shawn nearly your whole life, you can see past all his bullshit. but what happens when he finally lets his guard down and lets you in?

⚠️warnings: angst, fluff, pining, friends to lovers

word count: 2.3k

You gave Shawn four days to explain himself. Four days to call you, or text you, or sneak into your window like he always did but he didn't, and if you weren’t so pissed at him you’d be heartbroken. 

 On day five you had given up on him making the first move so you made one of your own. You made the short drive to his place with every intention of giving him a piece of your mind. How it’d end you hadn’t a clue, but it could go one of two ways. You end up screaming at each other, something would be thrown or broken, maybe a punch to a wall and you’re relationship could be irreparably ruined. Or the two of you could end up running off together to live some fucked up happily ever after. And as much as you hated to admit, the former seemed much more likely. As you walk up to the house you can see the light coming from the window of Shawn's room, and every bit of confidence you had on your way over has slowly begun to fade. As much as you wanted answers and to sort this whole thing you, a part of you had hoped that he wasn’t home and that he’d be forced into coming to you first. But alas, here you were at the doorstep of his massive house filled with far too much testosterone, ringing the doorbell a few times waiting for someone to answer.  

 The door finally swings open, and some guy is looking you up and down, smirking at you. He’s got dark brown hair and the most vibrant blue eyes you’d ever seen. If he wasn’t giving you the look he was you’d even say he was attractive. You figured he must be new, you’d never seen him before, and anyone else would know who you were. That you were with Shawn and would know better than to look at you that way, regardless if Shawn was around or not. 

 “I think your lost darlin’.” the boy chuckles, licking his bottom lip, and a wave of nausea hits you. 

 “I’m here for Shawn,” you state, folding your arms across your chest. 

 He lets out another chuckle, shaking his head at you, when another guy you’d never seen before, step beside him giving you an equally threatening, looking up and down.  

 “Who’s this.” He smirks, folding his arms

 “Says she’s looking for Shawn.” the brunette smiles devilishly. 

 “He’s not here.” 

 “Look I know he’s here and I need to speak to him.” You sigh rolling your eyes and the two knuckle draggers before you. You were already in a mood the last thing you needed was Shawn’s new henchmen giving you the third degree. 

 “Let her in,” a voice booms from behind the two boys. 

It was Brian. The two boys whipped their heads around to see him approached the three of you, they still don’t move, so you push past them meeting Brian where he stood at the bottom of the stairs. 

 “I was wondering when you’d show up.” He sighs, putting his hands in his pockets. 

 “Well he didn’t give me much of a choice.” you huff, arms still folded across your chest.

 “The two of you, I swear.” He chuckles shaking his head. “Just go sort it out. We can’t take anymore of...whatever the fuck he’s been doing. We’ve got business to handle and he’s been - just go fix it.” you raise your eyebrow at him challenging his demanding tone. “Please,” he adds moving to the side so you can make your way up to his room. 

 You make the trek up the stairs and down the long hallway to the room at the end of the hall with the double doors. 

 You stand at the door for a few moments before you raise your fist to knock on the door, giving it a few knocks. 

 “Brian, I told you, leave me the fuck alone.” He growls from the other side of the door. 

 “It’s me.” 

 You can hear him jump up and he’s at the door in seconds. 

 “Hi. Sorry about that I just -” 

 “Are you going to let me in?” 

 “Yeah, yeah come in.” He stutters, moving to the side allowing you to enter the massive space. You walk to his bed and plop yourself down, casually crossing your legs. He stands in front of you, one hand in his pocket the other running through his curls and scratching at the back of his neck. 

 “So how long did you think you were going to be able to hide from me?” 

 “I wasn’t hiding from you.” He sighs, standing his ground a few feet away from you. 

 “Then what do you call the last four days Shawn? You can’t pull that shit and then disappear on me.” 

 “I just needed time,” he says, unsure of his own words. He’s making it up as he goes along and so far he’s doing a poor job at best. “And I definitely didn’t count on you coming down here, that's for sure.” 

 “Well unlike most people around here, you and your goons don’t scare me.” 

 He lets out a bitter chuckle and takes a seat next to you on his bed, and for some reason, it calms you down and your not as angry as you were when you first stepped into the house. Something about the way he was shuffling on his feet, avoiding making eye contact with you...he was nervous. You’d never seen him be so vulnerable, at least if you don’t count the other night. It was strange. 

 “I should be pissed at you, ya know?” you sigh, looking down at your fingers picking at what’s left of your blue nail polish. 

 “You’re not?” 

 “No. Not really, just confused mostly.” you lie, turning yourself to him more. You were pissed at him. You were fuming. But you were also confused and a little hurt. You didn’t know what the fuck to feel or think, he had your emotions all over the place and it was like you were feeling everything at once. 

 Neither of you says anything for a while when you open your mouth to speak at the same time speaking over the other, “You first.” He sighs, biting at his bottom lip. 

 “Well for starters, why did you leave.”

 “I needed to think.” 

 “About?” You press not at all satisfied with his answer. And suddenly the calm that you’d achieved is slowly chipping away. Five days and that’s the best he could come up with? He needed to ‘think’?  

 “Just ...think. I needed to think alright.  It was a heavy conversation and I just wanted to clear my head. I didn’t know what to say or do.” he says shrugging his shoulders. 

 “So you thought professing  your love for me, and then jumping out of my window like some kind of fucked up Romeo, was a good idea.” 

 “Well, when you put it that way it sounds bad.” 

 “Because it is! That’s what happened.” you snap, all calm officially gone out the window, “And then you ignore me for almost a week? Leaving me to just think about all this shit without even a hint that you meant any of it!”  

 “Of course I meant what I said.” He scolds, standing up from his spot on the bed standing across from you.  

 “Then why haven’t you texted me. Or called. Or better yet come to my door and sort this thing out.”

 “The girls hate me. There was no way I’d be able to -” 

 “Oh don’t you-you will not blame this on them, if you wanted to come over you would have.” It is true, your roommates hated him, and every time he came around they gave you hell for it, but you still wouldn’t allow for that to be an excuse. This was important, and if he meant anything he said, and he cared for you at all, then he would have braved the circumstances and come to you to sort everything out. But he didn’t. 

 “I wanted to.” 

 “The hell you -” 

 “I did! I just -” 

 “And you expect me to believe that because, why? Huh? Why the fuck should I bel-” 

 “Would you hold on for one second! Jesus.” he snaps, cutting you off. 

 You hadn’t let him get a word in edgewise, so you let out a little huff, waiting for him to continue. Maybe coming in guns blazing wasn’t the best strategy. 

 “I wanted to talk to you. But I figured a text wasn’t exactly appropriate. And I wanted to come over, but I didn’t want your roommates, to give you shit, and I wanted to call but I didn’t know what to say, and I felt like - I don’t know, it needed to happen face to face. I should have said something, I know. But I didn’t, and now we're here. I was just...scared, okay?” He confesses looking you in the eye, eyes going soft.  

 “Of what?” 

 “It’s stupid now. But I just thought you’d laugh at me or something.” 

 “And why would I do that?” 

 “I don’t know? I just thought - don’t know what I thought.” he huffs rubbing a hand down his face. “Besides I don’t want you involved in...this.” 

 You look at him, brows knitted together trying to make sense of what he’s saying because so far you hadn’t gotten a single answer you came for. 

 “What does that even mean?” 

 “You know what it means.” He says, tilting his head to the side. 

 You do. The life he leads is dangerous, it involves a lot of enemies and fighting and hiding from the law. Your friends think you're just going through some phase. You want to be just on the edge of the law for the excitement of it all, and maybe some of that is true, but you also knew that Shawn wasn’t as bad as people made him out to be. 

 “How does you telling me how you feel get me involved in ‘this’? I’m asking you to talk about your feelings, Shawn. I’m not asking to cut me in on your next job.” So maybe you knew more than you lead him on to believe you did. 

 “Because if - look it’s bad enough we’re friends, alright? If we have this conversation and you decide...I don’t want you attached to me, especially like that. All it’ll do is put a target on your back.” 

 “And?” 

 “Do you not get it? It’s dangerous being around me. I’m trying to protect you!” 

 “I don’t need your protection. I need you to tell me what you want.” 

 “It’s not that simple.” 

 “Yes it is!” you snap at him, standing from the bed. “Tell me what you want.” 

 “You! Okay? I want you. But I can’t have you so there’s nothing more to discuss.” He lets out a deep sigh and pushes past you, plopping himself on the bed with his head hanging in his hands. You walk over to him, standing between his legs and bring a hand up to tilt his chin up, forcing him to look at you. You thread your fingers in his curls and he leans into your touch instinctively. 

 “And what if I said I want you too?”

 “What?” 

“What if I told you that I loved you too and that I want this. Us.” 

 You had thought about it for a while. You’d always had a bit of a crush on Shawn. It was innocent in the beginning. But over time something changed. You found yourself wanting to be around him as much as you could, and worrying about him when you hadn’t heard from him in a few days, and hoping he’d be okay every time he wasn’t in the safety of your room. But you’d convinced yourself all of that meant nothing, you buried it because there was no way someone like Shawn would ever look at someone like you as anything more than a friend. But when he pulled his little stunt, as angry as you were. It gave you a spark of hope. At the time you weren’t sure whether he meant it or not, but now standing in front of him, and seeing the look in his eyes, you know it’s true. And you had to tell him. 

 “You don’t mean that.” He says shaking his head. 

 “Yes, I do.” 

 You kneel down in front of him, making you almost at eye level with him and take his face into your small hands. “I love you. I don’t like the way you professed your love for me the other night, and I don’t agree with what happened after. But I love you too. And I’m willing to sort this thing out with you if you let me.” 

 “You’re going to get hurt,” he whispers looking at you, eyes pleading. 

 “Are you going to hurt me?” 

 “Not like that.” He says shaking his head at you looking down at his feet. 

 “I’ll be okay. Just ...tell me you want this. Tell me you want this and we can sort out the rest.” He looks back up at you and you see his eyes getting glassy. 

 “Honey-” he begs

 “Shawn. Answer me...please.” 

 “I want this.” you give him a small smile. 

 “See, now was that so hard.” you joke, an attempt to lighten the mood. 

“How’s this going to work?” he whispers, looking deep into your eyes hoping the answer is somewhere hidden in them. 

 “That we figure out together,” you say playing with the girls at the nape of his neck. 

 “I love you.” He admits again resting his forehead against yours. 

 “I love you too.” 

  You had no idea what was to come but you knew that you had him, and that’s all you needed. 

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[senorshawn]

Best Mistake- AU Part 3

Warnings: none

A/N: Did I mention this is going to be a slow burn fic? this is just kind of a filler part since i’ve been away FOREVER

*not my gif*

The unusual warmth radiating on to your body enveloped you under the blankets persuading you to stay and curl up tighter to your pillow that was gently rising up and down in a rhythmic pattern. You scrunch your eyebrows as you slowly trickled out of your slumber, and began to register to the hum of a beat beneath your ear. Opening your eyes, you gazed down to find a bare, toned chest where your head was laying. You quickly grew confused but remained calm when you saw it was Shawn lying peacefully asleep underneath you. Could’ve done worse, you thought to yourself.

You blinked at him a few times as your mind began to race, trying to remember the events of last night, and how Shawn ended up in bed with you. Did I get naked with Shawn? Did we have sex? Did I make a fool of myself? You jumped out from the sheets, pulling them off of Shawn, startling him awake. Looking down to your attire, you were relieved when you found a pair of shorts and baggy shirt hanging on your frame. Shawn groan as he blindly grabbed for the sheets through squinted eyes,

“Get up!” you said to him, hands balled into fists by your sides.

 He simply ignored you and flipped around, hugging his torso to create some warmth. You stood there for a moment, his defined shoulders and back muscles making your train if thought hazy.

You stomped around the bed to face him, and stood waiting for him to acknowledge you. Growing tired of waiting, you fired the questions to him, “What happened last night, and why are you in my bed?” 

He sighed, accepting the fact that you weren’t going to let him get anymore sleep, and cracked open one eye, “Did you and I..?” You paused pointing a finger between the both of you.

Shawn didn’t register to what you were indicating at first, but then a sly smirk slid it’s way over his features that reflected his thoughts, “Oh yes,” he spoke mischievously. 

Your eyes widened and heart began to beat rapidly, “What?”

“Oh yes, we had a wild night. You were all over me, moaning my name. I thought the neighbors were going to come over and ask if you were alright,” 

Having no clear recollection of what really happened, you believed him automatically, “No we didn’t,” you whispered more to yourself than to Shawn.

His smirk then broke into a smile and laugh, “Did you really believe me?” he continued without waiting for your response, “You were drunk, there was no way I’d take advantage,” 

“Well thanks, I guess. What did happen then?”

“Feed me breakfast and I’ll tell you,”

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“Why did we leave when Brayden showed up?”

Shawn shrugged at your question, and avoided your eyes, “Dunno, it was your idea,” 

You gazed at him confused, as he shoved another piece of pancake in his mouth, “Did he say something to you? Or me?” you asked,

“No, it was your idea.”

You dropped the Brayden subject, and picked at your own food, “How’d you end up staying the night?”

The question made him chuckle and his eyes twinkled with recollection. You sat waiting for his answer that never came. So you grabbed his plate and brought it over to your side of the table. Shawn was startled for a moment, but then shook his head, looking straight in to your eyes, “You wanted me,” he said.

The air grew dense around you, while processing Shawn’s words, “Elaborate,” you stated, sliding his plate back his way. He kept eye contact, “It’s the truth. You were all over me sweets, beckoning me to come in, trying to take my shirt off, telling me t-” 

“Alright okay, finish your damn breakfast,” you interrupted him,

“Don’t feel so bad hun, every girl wants me,”

“Well sucks to be you, ‘cause you and I are not happening,”

You grabbed your plate and began marching in to the kitchen but not without barely hearing him whisper, “Does suck,” 

Choosing to not respond to that comment, you did choose to repeat it in your head. Waking up next to Shawn felt different, out of place almost, he was just your friend. But the thought of being with him, sexually, body against his, pressing your lips down his ripped torso, excited you. 

Shawn softly padded into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms directly behind you. You felt his gaze on your back, making it itch. So you spun around to face him, catching his intense gaze and holding on to it. 

He stood his ground, staring into your y/c/e orbs, in comfortable silence. His cocky demeanor influencing you, daring to return his intensity. 

The ringtone of your phone pierced the air and made you jump. Checking the caller ID to see it was Brayden. You huffed and let it ring, “It’s Brayden,” you said, answering Shawn’s unspoken question, “You gonna answer it?” he asked. 

You continued staring down at the screen, till it went to voice mail,

“You don’t need him,” Shawn said smoothly, meaning every syllable he pronounced,

Chuckling slightly, you turned back around, “Who said I even wanted him,” you replied crossing your arms. 

Shawn licked his lips, suddenly more intrigued by your words. He stood up straight from his spot against the counter, and took his sweet time making his way to you,

“What do you want then?” he asked,

“Something more exciting,”

“Something,” He whispered, not breaking eye contact as he slipped a finger under your chin pointing it further up, “like this?”

You closed your eyes, feeling his plump lips tenderly catch yours. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted this until now. He always had the desire to taste your kiss and feel your skin. Now that he is, it didn’t feel real, like it was too good to be true, something that he shouldn’t have.

You broke away from his lips, slowly fluttering your eyelashes open, “Woah,” you whispered. He smiled a lop sided smile, before placing his lips back on yours, hungrily. 

You tugged at his soft hair on the nape of his neck, and he lifted you onto the cold counter. Your legs natural wrapped around Shawn’s waist and pulled him closer,, 

“Hello!”

You broke apart in a panic, breathing heavily from the heated moment. You heard the front door close, “Who’s here?” Shawn whispered quietly to you,

“y/n!” they called again,

“It’s Jaimie!” you hissed, shoving Shawn away to climb down from the counter, “Get in the closet!”

“What?” he asked baffled, as he stumbled backwards from your shoves against his chest, 

“Get in, and be quiet!” you said slamming the pantry door, “In here!”

Jaimie slugged around the corner, hood pulled over her head and large sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her nose with two ice coffees, each occupying a hand, “How are you not a zombie after last night?” she grumbled.

You caught your breathe and straightened out your shirt, trying to act as normal as possible, “I had- plenty of- water before bed,” you said fumbling over every word, 

“Speaking of beds, saw you leave with Shawn last night. Did he crawl in to yours after bringing you home?” she smirked.

This made you nervous. You’ve never been good at lying, and you weren’t ready to tell Jaimie about Shawn spending the night when you couldn’t even wrap your own head around it, “Uh, no he just dropped me off, said good night and left,” you fibbed, 

“I don’t believe that at all,”

A smug smirk bloomed on your face, as you remembered that Shawn was listening, and couldn’t contradict what you say next, “Okay, he drove me home, and stood on my doorstep like a lost puppy pleading to come in. I let him in and he tells me how jealous he is of Brayden hanging around me all the time,”

Shawn who has been anxiously waiting in the pantry, did not approve of your bullshit story and slipped out a quiet word of disbelief, “What?” he hissed,

“I knew it! I knew he hated that guy!” Jaimie exclaimed, throwing down her iced coffee,

“And he’s even been calling me non-stop all morning,”

A distinguishable thud was heard against the pantry door, by Shawn gently hitting his head off it, having enough of your story,

“What was that?” Jaimie asked,

“Probably, just the mouse. I’ve been meaning to set some traps,”

“Okay well I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you at work, and I expect to hear the rest of this crazy night of yours,” Jaimie winked and headed back for the front door.  

Once it was shut, Shawn wasted no time in letting the pantry door creak open. He stood calmly and composed, with a raised eyebrow and wild eyes, “First, you tease me, then you make me look pathetic to our friend?” he pressed coolly, taking slow strides towards you. 

You sighed, thinking back to how his lips felt dangerously good on yours. You knew in the back of your mind that it wouldn’t lead to anything good if you let yourself do it again. You had to be smart and consider the worse case scenarios, “Don’t expect us making out to be a regular thing,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest,

“What? Why not?” he pushed, reaching for your waist.

You stopped his hands and took them in yours, giving them a squeeze, “I have to go to work,” you whispered.

Shawn stood puzzled and cocked his head to the side, letting you walk out of the room to get ready for work. 

You fanned your neck, glistening with a thin layer of sweat built up from waiting on tables, “When are they going to fix the AC in here?” you asked Jaimie as she set down dirty dishes from her last table,

“When are you going to see Shawn again?” she quipped quickly, as if she’s been waiting all evening to say it.

Your heart rate spiked from the mention of Shawn and you could almost feel his warm lips against yours again, “I’ll see him the next time we all hangout,” you played off, not making a big deal out of it,

“But he spent the night-”

“And nothing happened,” Part of you felt guilty that you may be leading Shawn on by inviting him in to your place last night, and blowing him off this morning after kissing him, but you just weren’t up for the risk of giving him your trust and seeing what he’ll do with it. He’s reckless, and carefree, which are two opposite things you look for in a partner of any kind,

“If that’s the truth, then it looks like he’s back for something more,” Jaimie stated while nodding her head in the direction if the booths before walking away. 

You turned, confused by what she was implying, until you locked eyes with the man occupying all yours thought. He sat placidly with his arm over the back rest of the booth, looking like he had all the time in the world and wanted to give it all to you. 

Begrudgingly, you made your way to him, holding eye contact that made your knees quiver, “Hey, you ready to order?” you asked Shawn, taking out your notepad from your apron once you made it to his table.

He didn’t answer and instead continued to sit silently, eyeing your features. You gave him a chance to speak before telling him, “If you’re not getting anything to eat than you can’t sit here much longer,”

Shawn smirked up at you, “What I want to eat, isn’t on the menu, sweets” he spoke in a gruff tone, running his tongue over his lips, and sending you a wink.

You felt heat trickling up your cheeks, looking around quickly to see if anyone else had heard his sentence, partially because you thought it was just your imagination, “Shawn, what are you doing here?” you shot at him,

“I just told you, I’m here for you. You can’t just kiss someone the way you did and not do anything about it after,”

“What do you mean? I kissed you, the end. You and I can go back to being friends,”

He laughed in disbelief. Ready to walk away from the conversation, you rocked on your heels, but nearly jumped two feet in the air when you felt a warm, rough hand gently brushed against your exposed thigh,

“No, no sweets,” Shawn began, “You started something I intend to finish, in a very memorable manor,” as he spoke, his hand slowly traced further up your leg.

You barely had the strength to move back, out of his reach, and immediately yearned for his touch to return, and continue the sweet feeling building up inside you,

“Ca-can we talk after my shift?” you stuttered,

“Anything you want, I’ll be waiting,”

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[brokendave]

don’t you mind pt. 8 - s.m

A/N: arrived a little bit earlier than expected, but hopefully you guys enjoy! please let me know what you think, as always i love to hear it and talk to you guys about it! send me a message! 

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Ben’s awake and Shawn is finally back. Amelia should be happy, right? 

You stayed back as your dad and Shawn sat next to each other. Your dad’s voice was low and you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, but the tears that had been falling from Shawn’s face seemed to multiply the more he talked. Shawn was nodding his head as your dad kept going. He placed a hand on his knee.

You took a step closer, hoping to be invited into the conversation but also not wanting to intrude. After all, your dad did ask for a minute alone but you didn’t know why and the idea of the two of them alone scared you. Not only because of Shawn’s reaction to your dad finding out about him, but also because of his current state of mind. Yes, he was sad but if your dad said one wrong thing it could flip Shawn’s trigger and you didn’t want that to happen - not after he had accepted him.

Your dad nodded his head towards the empty seat on the other side of Shawn and you took it happily, putting your hand on top of Shawn’s for comfort. “Can you tell me how you knew Ben was in the hospital?” Your dad asked him.

“I just, I was - I was already here. My grandma was here,” Shawn stuttered. He wasn’t making eye contact with either one of you, instead, he was fixated on the ground and his shoes. They were beaten up with mud caked along the edges like he had been trecking through the woods. “I saw Amelia.”

Your dad looked at you and he raised his eyebrows almost as if he was asking if you invited him yourself, which you knew you didn’t. “Shawn, you need to get sober before coming back here,” Your dad said, point blank.

“He can come back?” You asked, shocked at the words that came out of your own mouth almost as much as you were shocked at the words that came out of your dads. You figured after what had happened between the two of you and now, this, that he wouldn’t be welcomed anywhere near you.

“As long as he’s sober. Your mother is probably having an aneurysm right now in that room and it would be best for everyone involved if Shawn had a clear mind,” your dad said, directing the statement towards you.

Shawn began frantically shaking his head and tugging at his shirt sleeves, pulling them over his hands. You had never seen him like this. He was usually always sober when you hung out, or at least not this messed up. “No. I can’t go, I need to stay here, I need to stay here.” He closed his eyes tightly and began to rock back and forth. Your dad’s hand left his knee and he looked at you with concern in his eyes. “I need to stay here. I need to stay here.”

“Shawn,” you started. Your voice was soft and you ducked your head to try and get a good look at him but he wasn’t opening his eyes. “Do you want some water?” You asked, hoping he would nod his head and you could get something to help him get whatever was in his system out. You knew he had been drinking, that much was clear but knowing his history with pot, who knows what else he had in him.

Shawn did nod his head and you put your hand on the back of his neck and kissed his temple softly before getting up and heading to the coffee machine where they also offered water. Before turning the corner, you took one last look at the two boys. Your dad nodded at you, signaling that it was okay for you to go, so you did.

The walk from the waiting area to the coffee machines felt like an eternity. The stream of water that came out and into your cup felt like an eternity and the walk back felt like an eternity. It felt like rivers until you reached him again, but you kept your mind occupied on other things so you didn’t worry about what was happening back there.

You tried to focus your mind on the fact that Ben was awake. And alive. And that he would come home in a few days. You thought about all of the stupid comments he would make about his own hair and how he would absolutely milk the shit out of his ‘injuries’. For weeks, you could imagine yourself being his personal servant. At his beck and call whenever he so pleased, and you wouldn’t mind any of it because god, he was alive.

You thought about how Samantha has barely left your side for the entirety of this ideal, and how you were thankful for that. You tried to think about only the positive things, like the fact that she helped talk you down from your panic attack and how she was never pushed you to talk about it, instead just sat with you in the silence.

You tried not to think about the rest of the stuff. How you weren’t sure if you wanted to fully forgive her or not. You felt guilty not forgiving her after this, but how could you when she betrayed you like that? What kind of friend does that to someone? What kind of friend sits with you for hours while your brother lies comatose and you can barely breathe or see straight? What kind of friend doesn’t judge you when she finds out you’ve been sleeping with a South Sider?

Your internal debate brought you back to the corner where the two boys had disappeared and your thoughts were broken by screaming. A screaming match. Shawn? “YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ME, MAN! FUCK OFF!” Shawn. You rushed around the corner, the water splashing out of the cup and around your hand, but you didn’t care. When you arrived at the scene, there were nurses already waiting to dial security but your dad has his hands out as if it was okay. The nurses had concerned looks on their faces, but they were probably used to sudden outbursts in the Emergency Room.

“Shawn, sit down. You’re too drunk to drive right now,” your dad said soothingly. Shawn ran his fingers through his hair and then shook his head, making the curls a mess again. His cheeks were red and splotchy and his lips were the color of roses. You couldn’t see your dad’s face but judging by the way he was standing, he was probably freaked. His shoulder swere ridged and tense, his hands out, ready to grab Shawn at any moment or to signal the nurses to finish the dial. He slowly took steps closer to Shawn, trying to inch as close as possible without any sudden movements that would set him off.

Your mother and Samantha had run out Ben’s room at this point. Your mother hovering in the doorway with her hand covering her mouth while Samantha walked closer. She made eye contact with you, but you darted your attention back to Shawn. “Do NOT touch me,” Shawn growled through his teeth when he noticed your dad reaching for him.

“Shawn, I want to help you but you have to help me by sitting down. We can sober you up right here, you don’t need to leave. You shouldn’t be driving, you could hurt someone,” your dad’s voice was still low. You walked closer to the boys. You wondered if either of them even noticed you were there or not. Shawn hadn’t looked in your direction yet and he kept closing his eyes tight and then opening them wide again.

“It’s too late,” he whispered. Barely loud enough for anyone to hear. It’s too late? “No, no. I gotta go. I gotta go,” he began mumbling. You wondered what changed in those few minutes you were gone. However long they felt, you knew it couldn’t have been that long. “I gotta, I gotta.” He started to stumble backward, looking around the room at all the people on high alert of his actions.

“Shawn,” you whispered, holding your empty hand out in hopes he would take it and you could calm him down yourself. Hoping you could make him sit down and drink whatever water was left in your cup, but when he looked at you, the tears that seemed to have stopped, started again. “Sit.”

“No, no, no, no,” he repeated over and over again as he kept stumbling back towards the door. You noticed your dad signal the nurses and when they began dialing the phone again, Shawn’s eyes went wide and he ran outside. You dropped the styrofoam cup, not caring that your shoes and the hem of your pants were now soaked with water, and ran after him calling his name.

He didn’t stop running once he was outside and neither did you for a solid minute. It felt like the security was taking forever to come but finally, he stopped and you caught up to him. He bent over, his hands on his knees as he stopped to catch his breath a few rows deep into the parking lot. You tried to look around for his Jeep, but you didn’t notice it at all. “Shawn,” you mumbled, out of breath from running. He stood up taller and turned around to face you. His face was streaming with tears, his eyelashes heavy and his eyes puffed out. “What’s going on with you?” You asked, taking a step closer with your hand held out. You can’t fix him, you thought to yourself.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so fucking sorry,” he whispered as he shook his head vigilantly. You furrowed your brows, taking more steps closer and you felt confident enough to speed them up. You knew you didn’t have a lot of time before the security guards came and got him. He didn’t take any steps back from you, instead, when you reached him, he gripped your hand firmly. “I am so fucking sorry,” he repeated.

“For what?” You asked him, kissing the back of his head. Your heart was racing for him. You wanted to hold him, to comfort him, to make everything better but you knew that you couldn’t. You felt guilty for getting into a fight with him. You thought that if you hadn’t, none of this would have happened but you knew Shawn and yes it would have.

“Everything. Our fight. The conversation downtown. Ben.” The last word came at you like fire. Literal fire. Like it came out in flames from his mouth, singeing your hair and eyelashes. The grip on his hand loosened and you stumbled backward. You could hear the security guards yelling from behind you and their flashlights were glowing in your peripheral vision but you stared at Shawn and he stared at you.

You knew what he meant. You knew exactly what he was saying but how. You couldn’t process how. How it had happened and when it had happened and how did it happen if he said he was here? Did Ben know? Did Ben see him? All these questions were spinning around in your mind and you could see Shawn’s mouth moving but no words were coming out.

The flashlights got brighter as one security guard came up behind Shawn and his hands went up in defense. Another one grabbed his arms, pulling them behind his back and you heard one of them ask you, “are you pressing charges? Where do you want him?”

“Just, get him sober. In a room, on us,” you stated. The security guard nodded and they took Shawn passed you. You didn’t break eye contact with him until he was passed you and there was nothing in front of you besides the dark parking lot.

Your heart was still racing and your palms were sweating again. You don’t know how long you were outside for, but you were pulled out of your trance by a hand being placed on your shoulder. “Mila?” You turned around to see your dad, his eyes soft. “Come on inside.”

“Where did they take him?” You asked. You knew you shouldn’t care anymore. Why the fuck would you care after what he just told you?

“They’re going to set him up in a room with a steady flow of IV fluids to help get whatever is in his system out. They’re gonna run a few tests to see what exactly he took but I told them I didn’t want to press charges so they’re not going to arrest him for disrupting the hospital,” he explained. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and guided you around to face the entrance. Disrupting the hospital. Right. You decided against telling your dad right now.

“I’m sorry he got like that. He’s not like that, I don’t,” you started. “I don’t know what got into him. He’s not like that. He’s not.” You shook your head as you talked but your dad just shushed you.

“I understand, it’s okay. We just have to find a way to explain this to your mother,” your dad chuckled. You let out a fake one. You didn’t feel like laughing. You didn’t feel like smiling. You walked hazily back to the Emergency Room doors when your eyes landed on the Jeep. With a line of red paint across it. You can’t fix him.

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[rockyscactus]

A Lover is a Fighter

Shawn x Reader

A Lover is a Fighter --

Shawn leaned against the car with a drink in one hand and his arm wrapped around your waist. You were both just chatting it up with people, enjoying yourselves.

"Mendes", a voice said while pushing through the crowd, "Haven't seen you in awhile."

Shawn's smile immediately faded, "Denver", he called them by their name, "You say that like it's a bad thing", Shawn retorted causing people to laugh.

"Not when you've come for vengeance", Denver didn't seem phased, "Oh and I've got a bitch too, Nat", he snapped his fingers as a strawberry blonde haired girl suddenly appeared and he threw his arm around her waist.

"After all these years you've had time to think, and you still don't know to respect women", Shawn shook his head, "It must suck to be the parent of a kid who really just...disappoints", Shawn looked Denver up and down.

"Are we gonna fight or not", Denver changed the subject.

"I've changed", Shawn didn't miss a beat. Shawn had said something about having a short fuse in the past years before meeting you and how glad he was to have you, you gave him a reason to keep cool.

"That doesn't seem likely", Denver smirked, "Have you told her about that one night when you might as well of killed a guy since you left him in the hospital for months", Denver titled his head slightly, "Judging by the irritable look on your face, I'm guessing you didn't", he smiled victoriously.

"Listen you motherfucker--", Shawn began walking toward him but you pulled him back to the car.

"No, don't let this asshole with no life provoke you and win", you whispered in his ear, "And if that doesn't help, know that I love and know you better than that."

Shawn seemed to calm down as he rested comfortably against the car, "No, we're not gonna do this", he told Denver, "Get out of here."

"No one tells me where and when I need to leave", Denver and Nat took three steps forward.

"And no one told me that I would encounter such fucking idiots throughout life, yet here we are", Shawn entertained as people busted into fits of laughter.

"Ha", you laughed out loud.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up", Nat yelled at you.

You squinted at her slightly before letting out a dry laugh, "Ha. Ha. Fucking HA!"

"Fucking slut only using him for his money", she rolled her eyes.

You let out yet another dry laugh before taking several steps forward so you now faced her, "I love him and he loves me. The closest you'll ever get to that is being paid to date an asshole, still not sure who's paying who though", you looked at both her and Denver, causing people to chuckle and 'ooh'.

"Come at me", she challenged.

"Throw the first punch and I'll be the one walking away with only one bruise", you spat back.

"Y/N", Shawn warned from the car.

"I got this", you replied before turning back and being punched square on the cheek.

People gasped as Denver let out a loud laugh and you were raging.

You sent her a small smile, "I said one bruise", you whispered before lunging at her, sending blows to her face, stomach, and everywhere else, "I told you I would get to walk away", you smirked before you were slapped in the face, but not by Nat.

"There you go cupcake", Denver looked down at you in victory.

Shawn became a bull, pushing himself off the car, and lunging at Denver. You and everyone else, including Nat, looked away until the punching stopped.

You were the first one to look up and saw Denver on the floor, bloody as hell, "Shawn", you muttered.

"Are you okay", he knelt down and helped you up, "Babe did he hurt you?"

"No", you shook your head, "You told me you wouldn't--"

"You said if I loved you I wouldn't fight, but if I really loved you, I would beat the shit out of whoever tried anything", he threw his arm around you.

"We're not done here", Nat got up and barked at you.

"Yes we fucking are", you barked back, "No questions asked."

She looked down at the floor, her eyes traveling to Denver before leaning down to him and gasping frantically.

You shook your head before Shawn whispered in your ear, "That was hot."

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[lukeonfiree]

Dark Paradise- Shawn Mendes

I’m thinking of writing a bad boy Shawn series type of thing, this is a little preview. Should I continue???

He was the original sin. Just laying eyes on him lit fires within that had never been lit before, well at least not like this. This was biblical, I was in heaven but my soul was going to hell. Everything about him screamed bad news but not one part of me cared, no one before has ever compared to him, not even a little bit, they hadn’t even come close. The way I felt was like a dream, a dream that I never wanted to wake up from. 

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[princecharmingmendes]

Heartstrings | Chapter XI | Shawn Mendes

“ ‘It’s like a best friend, but more. It’s the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It’s someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don’t make you a better person… you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens..you’ll always love them.’ - unknown”

“Shawn was a huge believer that the ‘soulmates’ situation’ was the most stupid thing on the planet, specially since it was such a rare thing to find someone with the same mark as you. He would do anything he could to prevent the so called 'destiny’ from happening, but could he?”

hi, i hope everyone’s doing okay and this is another chapter to the new series, filled with angst, so i hope you like it and don't hate me, please give me some feedback.

*Word Count: 2K+

*Warnings: cursing and angst, mentions of drinking.

*Posted: May 28th, 2020.

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I woke up at some point during the morning, not knowing which hour was, which is not a thing I do normally, but when I finally started realizing my surroundings and the weight that was enveloping my middle I finally realized it wasn’t just another Sunday. I carefully turned around on his arms as not to wake him up and enjoyed the beautiful sight in front of me. It wasn’t like I have never seen Shawn asleep, it’s just I never had the opportunity to actually observe every single inch of his gorgeous face. His hair was a mess, but the sort of that you just want to bury your fingers in it and gently comb it through, his lips were slightly parted and in the most amazing pink shade, just like his cheeks.

I guess noticed my slight change of position, because he hummed still sound asleep and pulled me closer to his chest, nuzzling his face on my hair, and I had to use all the strength on my body not to giggle or squeeze him tighter. So I just laid there for a little while until I realized how bad I actually needed to pee. And I tried getting out of his vice grip as delicately as I could, again, to slip into his bathroom without waking him. But as soon as my body wasn’t tangled with his anymore he groaned and said something as he buried his face on his pillow. I still thought he was asleep, so I just tip toed to his attached bathroom, but in the middle of it I heard him calling my name.

“Baby? Where did you go?” he called from the bed.

The room was still pretty dark due to his curtains, but I could see the silhouette of his Godlike body sitting up.

“I just need to use the bathroom, be back in a sec”

“Okay” he mumbled and laid back down.

Since I was already there, I took the opportunity to brush my teeth with the spare toothbrush he had for me since I’ve been spending a lot of afternoons here to help him finish his paper. I also washed my face and applied some deodorant, trying to do it as quietly and quickly as I could. When I got back to the room, his form was laying down, so I decided he was probably back to sleep, but as soon as I got close to the bed, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down to him, making a giggle bubble on my throat.

“Careful, Shawn” I said between giggles and he chuckled lowly.

“Jus’ want my girl back in bed with me” he mumbled nuzzling on the skin of my neck.

“I’m here”

“I thought you were gone” he said wrapping his arms even tighter than before around me “and now you’re not leaving this bed till I’m done cuddling you”

“You’re a bit needy”

“I’m baby and tired, so I’m not responsible for whatever I’m saying right now, so don’t use them against me”

“Sure” I mumbled holding back a chuckle and placing a kiss on his forehead.

And before I could overanalyze it, he untucked his face from my neck with a pout on his beautiful sleepy expression and let out a little sound in protest. So I tried kissing his cheek and he leaned closer to my face, so I kept on planting soft kisses anywhere I could reach, until he started relaxing enough for me to know he fell asleep again. So I just decided to go back to sleep for a little while. The next time I opened my eyes there were a pair of honey orbes already looking at them. Shawn was softly playing with my hair as I was still laying on top of him. I just let my eyes flutter close again and I heard him chuckling.

“Morning, sleeping beauty” he said with his raspy morning tone.

“I was up before you, you just convinced me to go back to sleep” I tried saying without letting on how much strength I had to use to hold back a shiver.

“That’s fair” Shawn answered placing a sweet kiss on my hair line “If I remember correctly, I promised you breakfast”

“You did”

“Want it now?”

“Do I have to get up?”

“I can bring it up here”

“Then I do” I said smiling sheepishly at him, who only giggled in response.

“Fine”

He got up and closed the door behind him. I just sat down and let the events from earlier this morning and last night finally sink in. Everything felt too surreal to be true and if I’m completely honest, I still believe this was all a dream, but the tingling sensation on the places he touched was trying to tell me otherwise. Twenty minutes later he showed up with a tray filled with breakfast food for both of us to enjoy. He carefully placed it at the end of bed so we still had some space to move around and gave me a bashful grin, then he turned around and turned the TV on and sat down beside me.

“Is this all for us?”

“Yeah”

“Isn’t it a bit too much?”

“I’m starving and I eat a whole lot more than you”

“That’s true” I said reaching for a glass of orange juice “any response from your teacher?”

“I got an email but I didn’t open it” he replied placing a hand on my thigh.

“Why not?!”

“I’m afraid of it...? I know, it’s silly, it’s just...”

“It’s okay” I tried reassuring him by placing a hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze  “want me to open it for you?”

“Would you?”

“Sure” I said and he handed me his phone unlocked, so I quickly opened the email and read only the part that mater for me, which was his grade “you did it!”

“I did it?”

“You did, you got a pretty high score by the way” I said and he quickly wrapped his arms around me laughing.

“I can’t believe it!”

“Well, you should”

“Thank you so much for helping me out, really, I couldn’t have done it without you”

“Of course you could, you’re completely capable of doing everything”

“Thank you”

“It’s okay”

“I guess our little deal is over”

“I guess it is” I said biting back any expression that would indicate how sad I actually felt about it “and now we’ll go back to normal”

“Yeah, thought you would be happy about it”

“I kinda liked hanging out with you, just like we used to before Tyler and stuff”

“We won’t stop doing that” he said sounding a bit offended “at least we don’t have to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to have you away from me again”

“I don’t want it either, Shawnie, I just like you”

“I like you too, baby”

“So we’re still the same?”

“Yeah, and Mel wouldn’t let me leave if we ever were apart again, she really believes we’re going to get married or something”

“Melissa is obsessed with the idea of love and soulmates, she’s just excited I guess”

“She is, which is cute I guess, all I hear all day is Mike telling everyone here how much she’s amazing and stuff” Shawn said with a playful roll of his eyes.

“That’s sweet, I didn’t think they would become something, they both weren’t interested in a serious relationship”

“I’m happy they did, Mike seems happier”

“You can’t stop smiling, can you?

“I’m just so happy things are going just fine” he said “I just didn’t expect anything from that paper”

“It’s cute”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and I’m glad things turned out okay”

“Me too, by the way, Brian asked me to tell you that you’ll have to come to our next game night”

“I’ll come” I replied with a giggle.

And then we fell into easy conversation, eating and laughing about our conversation and the movie playing on the background. We spent a great amount of time just talking and laying there together, and then Mel started calling me cause I promised her that I was going to help her paint her nails and organize her notes for monday. So Shawn offered a ride to my dorm room, that I wasn’t about to refuse. So we went downstairs, and I had to borrow a few of his clothes to go back to my room, and the guys couldn’t hold back any silly jokes but I just didn’t care, it was just funny and they were just boys at the end. At his cars we just talked and sang a bunch of songs that was on the radio, and he parked outside, but as soon my eyes left the car, Tyler was standing there and I just stood there frozen. Shawn quickly hopped off his car and before he could do anything I was quickly following him to stop any mess they both could start.

“Hey, Shawn, chill, it’s okay” I said grabbing his bicep.

“I will as soon as he’s out of here”

“I’m not here for you, dude, I’m here to talk to her” Tyler practically spat on his face.

“I really don’t want to talk to you, you can just leave”

“I just want to apologize, Y/N, come on”

“Dude, she told you to leave”

“Shut up, Mendes”

“You can go-“

“Shawn, please, just say what you have to say, Tyler”

“So… I’m sorry, I was completely wasted and I know that’s not an excuse, but I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have talked to you like that or anything”

“It’s okay, I just don’t want to talk about it or with you in general to be honest, so you can go, it’s okay, I don’t hate you or anything, I just don’t want to be friends anymore’

“It’s okay, thank you, bye Y/N”

“See you later” I turned to Shawn as soon as he was gone “so, you wanna come upstairs, Mel wouldn’t mind”

“You’re just going to let him walk away as if nothing happened?”

“I don’t have the time or energy to have him bothering me, if I just let him go I’ll be free and it really doesn’t matter”

“Is it because you still like him?”

“Of course not, Shawn, I just want to be left alone”

“He was an idiot to you!”

“And so were you! Shawn, I really don’t want to cause a scene or have any bad blood with you, can’t we just let this go?”

“No! Y/N, he literally tried to use you and I thought you’re done with him”

“And I am, Shawn, I don’t want to talk to him or whatever”

“But still you let him walk like nothing happened”

“Why does this bother you so much? It isn’t that big of a deal” I said tried to end this whole thing.

“It is, cause if it was me on his place you would have ripped my head off”

“That’s not true! And if I got more upset with you it’s because you and I have history, and it would be far worse, and stop with this whole competition you two have going on and projecting this on me, I have nothing to do with you”

“I’m not projecting anything, I’m trying to understand you, you’re being completely unfair with yourself by allowing him to think it’s fine, cause he’ll do it again, and even if it’s not with you, and you say it’s because you don’t like him, you just want peace, but that is a lie, you literally went to a party last night to have a chance to make out with him, and when things didn’t work out you came running to me and I just held you all night, only for you to say that’s okay to him to do that and get over everything the next morning”

“What are you trying to say with all this?”

“That you are a fucking player, Y/N, and I can’t even believe I actually thought we could be a thing, guess soulmates aren’t real” he said before climbing on his car and leaving.

And I just stood there, still in shock with everything that happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” I fall silent. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I think my heart stopped beating.

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