#shawn mendes retweet

[nialls-gorgeous-colors]

Shawn Mendes twitter account retweets Ed Sheeran’s tweet of the video clip, from when Shawn performed onstage with him in Toronto, Canada this past week

Tweet link

#shawn mendes #video #ed sheeran #june 19 #2023 #toronto #toronto canada #canadian #ed sheeran twitter #shawn mendes retweet #ed sheeran hq #friends #musician friends #songwriters #guitarists #pop music #june 2023 #shawn mendes on stage #so happy for him

[shawnxstyles]

happy birthday to this man. you made me feel something during a time when life wanted me to feel nothing. i’m forever grateful for you and your music. i’m glad to say i’ve been here since 2015 and i’m not leaving. thank you 🤎

#shawn mendes #birthday #happy birthday #shawn mendes tour #shawn mendes hot #shawn mendes photoshoot #shawn mendes cover #shawn mendes cute #shawn mendes wonder #wonder the album #wonder the tour #male celebrities #celebrities #news #twitter #retweet

[saintqueer]

How would you feel more supportive as a queer fan from Louis? What are things you think he could do and maintain his closet? Liked your last post a lot.

this is such an excellent question! thank you for asking it so thoughtfully. i think people automatically assume when any fan says something like what i said that i mean louis needs to be screaming from the top of his lungs or acting like harry with flags on stage.

ive got so many people in my inbox saying i called louis a homophobe or that if he does anything different he will be outed automatically. so i'm glad you asked because there are so many ways that louis and his team and his promo plan can be more supportive and loving to us queer fans and cause significantly less harm than they currently do while still maintaining his closet and even his stunts.

here are some examples that i can think of off the top of my head:

- he could take actions that firmly place him as an ally, embracing or reacting to things calling him the "king of lesbians" that has no correlation to his own sexuality. ie think Hozier. this doesn't have to be yelling on stage "i'm king of the lesbians" but he could like a tweet calling him that. repeat what a sign says at the show. more instances of him thanking that fan for the lesbian flag.

- acknowledging the rainbow projects at his shows. when asked about fan projects, he can avoid only mentioning non-queer fan projects. this can be as simple and subtle as saying "it looks beautiful and colorful in here". mentioning in an interview "there are some fans that are in the LGBTQ community and they love making rainbows with the lights and i love that my concerts are a safe space for them"

- a minor comment during concerts or on twitter that he wants this to be a "safe space for everyone" or "everyone is welcome here"

- publicly donate to LGBTQ charities. he obviously does privately but some public donations won't out him to the public.

- take out the automatic correlation of larry = gay from the promo repertoire and stop directly targeting larries to tear down Larry with language that suggests he is creeped out by being called gay

- acknowledge the importance of OTB to the LGBTQ community either on stage or in an interview in a way that still separates himself from it... "some of my fans who are a part of the LGBTQ community have taken one of my songs OTB and claimed it as their own and i think that is very beautiful, im so happy they can find their own story in that song. they even have flags when i perform it, it means a lot to them and i'm touched by that"

- publicly supporting queer artists

- someone like shawn mendes has been incredibly aggressive and at times seemingly homophobic about his sexuality yet he recently raised a pride flag to celebrate his queer fans. i don't see louis holding a lesbian flag briefly as something that ruins his closet. i could only see it help to break down his asshole homophobic image that he has with the general public who think he ended up the least successful of the 1d boys which couldn't be further from the truth.

- be more openly supportive of how overwhelmingly female his fanbase is rather than appearing as if he is interested in getting the same fanbase demographic Oasis had and Liam Gallagher currently has.

- a simple "i know what this one means to you all, get those flags up" before OTB if he is still too uncomfortable to mention the importance of the song to a subset of his fans in an interview.

- thank the fans for Project OTB the way he did with Project Defenceless.

- because he has such a largely queer fanbase, it'd be perfectly accepted and typical for a straight artist to tweet "Happy Pride month to all my LGBTQ fans! I hope you feel celebrated this month."

- he retweets causes and charities and occasionally political stances, he could do a retweet or two of queer related issues in addition to all the other stuff "twitter louis" is so vocal about.

those are just a few ideas but there are plenty of others that could be even more subtle but still public rather than just one on one. yes, i know he points and smiles at flags but what about all the fans and gp who don't see that?

also i'm not saying he needs to do all of this but a couple of these would make fans feel so much more connected and not harm his closet at all. just improve his image in a society that is no longer as tolerant of homophobia as it was in 2012. he is not currently a public ally, and that's an issue imo.

we must remember that louis has so many young teenage queer fans now after the pandemic. many discovered they were gay through becoming his fan. his actions and lack of action affects them. if they see him only speaking about the kmm lights in interviews and refusing to acknowledge the rainbow lights, what might that make them feel? if they see him dming fans acting like the idea of him being shipped with another man is gross and crazy, what might that make them feel? if they see him seemingly obsessed (based on his imaging and promo) with obtaining a fanbase less female and less gay, how might that make them feel?

i don't think louis is trying to hurt his gay fans but i think he and his team are functioning within a false dichotomy of gay <--> homophobe and queer fans (both larries and non-larries) are caught in the crossfire

#anon

[alarrytale]

I'm thinking of a couple where both of them are superstars in their own right///

This is not Louis. I know we love him but he is far from a superstar. He last charted in the UK in 2019. He's a niche artist with a small dedicated fanbase and that's all.

Harry Styles x Shawn Mendes would be a power couple but Louis is nowhere close to the level of fame needed. Even when he was in 1d the US media got him mixed up with Liam Payne. He held premieres for AOTV in London and LA and not a single celeb or journalist showed up to support him. I think you like Louis so much you can't see the reality of his situation in 2024.

Hi, anon!

I think you are undervaluing him. People know who Louis are. He is a member of 1D who is currently the 63th most played on Spotify. Still! Almost 10 years since they went on hiatus! He's got over 35 million followers (just 2 mill behind Harry) on twitter and has got one of the most retweeted tweets of all time. He's in the Guinness world record book for most tickets sold for a live streamed concert by a male artist. He's been in every tabloid and get international coverage by just saying the name larry. Even his sisters have become celebrities of their own because of his fame. He might not chart as a solo artist, but that's because his image is shit, he's banned from radio, his promo budget is tiny and he's chosen to move away from pop music. Despite that he's a world touring artist. If he was out and were allowed to be himself he'd perform much, much better. But don't tell me Louis isn't famous or that people don't know who he is. He's made headlines worldwide for 14 years and still do. People know who he is, they might not like him, but they know who he is.

Eta: I put your second ask with this one. Shawn x Harry would be a power couple too. But Shawns only got 25 mill followers on twitter and he's currently not touring because of his mental health. He's not been around as long as Louis either. His monthly listening numbers are the same as 1D. I assume if you listen to 1D you're aware of who Louis is.

Also, i'm not saying those two celebrities needs to be on the same level of fame. But they both need to be famous on their own and not be famous by association with their more famous partner.

#power couple #solo louis #louis image

[wildlyfreemoon]

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about me:

19 y/o, she/her, se-asian, living in australia, in uni.

avid satosugu shipper (no one understands them like i do)

geto suguru genuinely means a lot to me and i really like him despite his crimes...

may give out jjk manga spoilers, but i will give warnings

username was randomly generated years ago, but im oddly fond of it now. (i have sometimes thought of changing my user to my twt user [@/getosleftarm] but i just cant after all this time)

main fandoms:

- jujutsu kaisen (mostly the older characters) -criminal minds (mostly spencer) -stray kids (changbin is my ult. bias)

other fandoms content i will like/reblog

-marauders -glee (in general i will like + reblog anything that i see and read haha)

link to my twt @/getosleftarm: -- note will sometimes retweet nsfw fanart on twitter.

used to have a shawn mendes tumblr 🚶‍♂️ but i was in like grade 8

still have a stray kids stan twt and insta acc -- but i am a lot less active there now than before

i have had this account for so many years to lurk, but im finally deciding to use it (my likes are so full, but ive never reblogged anything </3 --> i will try and reblog an catch up on the creators i love hehe)

ZERO tolerance here for homophobia, racism, sexism, etc. i WILL block you.

pls interact with me and lets become mutuals :3

#criminal minds #jujutsu kaisen #stray kids #marauders #glee #not sure what to tag tbh #pinned post

[fleurisa]

fait avec amour.

the following will unquestionably serve as a simple guidepost: my name is Julianne Isabell, but in a nutshell, Lian, Anne, Isa, or Sabell will satisfy. address me in whatever manner you find most convenient, as I do not have any preference. using the pronouns she/her, I am astrologically influenced by a Gemini sun, a Cancer moon, and a Pisces rising. My pronouns align with these phrases. the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) classifies me as an INFJ, and I am on the verge of reaching the age of legal maturity (20+). I am able to participate in conversations in multiple languages, including Bahasa, English, and Javanese, and I also use a little bit of French to interact with others.

to steer clear of entanglements with specific regulations and sundry norms, I formally declare the enduring classification of this account as a Cyber Account. within this digital domain, periodic reflections on life’s nuances, coupled with the occasional amplification through retweets or likes of diverse posts, shall characterize my presence. additionally, anticipate the forthcoming sharing of numerous Spotify or Apple Music links, contributing to the melodic tapestry woven within this virtual space.

Music

exploring the rich tapestry of musical genres is a passion of mine. from the dynamic rhythms of EXO, DAY6, and WINNER to the lyrical finesse of Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Shawn Mendes, and SZA, my playlist spans a spectrum of sonic delights. I’m also captivated by the ethereal sounds of Lana del Rey, the fresh vibes from NewJeans, and the entrancing beats of aespa, TXT, The Boyz, RIIZE, P1Harmony. currently, my musical journey is complemented by the timeless charm of Indonesian old songs.

Games

venturing into the gaming realm, my current pursuits are diverse. as a gold laner in Mobile Legends, I thrive in my primary role, with a versatile skill set allowing me to adeptly fill other roles as needed. beyond the competitive arena of Mobile Legends, my gaming odyssey extends to the strategic landscapes of Plato, the imaginative realms of Minecraft, and a nostalgic revisit to PS2 classics like Bully, GTA SA, and many more.

YouTuber

navigating the vast sea of YouTube content, I’m an avid follower of creators who bring unique perspectives to the digital stage. from the engaging content of MiawAug, Windah Basudara, Milyhya, Garit Dewana, EJGaming, itssandwich, to the captivating creations of Pupuww, each channel contributes to a rich tapestry of entertainment that aligns seamlessly with my diverse interests.

last but not least, cooperation is appreciated. avoid following or interacting if you embody: homophobia, racism, animosity towards my favorites, the propagation of hate speech, or an impending aversion to the soon-to-be new owner.

[vendomme]

Subsection I.

Allow me to serve as your guide. I am Johannes Samuel, though you may address me as Jo, Johan, Sam, or Muel—whichever resonates with you. My preferred pronouns are he/him, and astrologically, I am a Gemini sun, Cancer moon, Pisces rising, identified as an INFJ by the MBTI, and legally an adult. I gracefully communicate in Bahasa, English, Javanese, and French.

Subsection II.

To steer clear of certain regulations and related matters, I declare this account to persist as a Cyber Account. Here, I occasionally vent about life, engage in retweets or likes for diverse posts, and anticipate sharing numerous Spotify or Apple Music links in due course.

Subsection III.

Music.

I really love all kinds of music. From Taylor Swift and Olivia Rodrigo to NIKI, SZA, The Weeknd, Conan Gray, and Shawn Mendes. I also enjoy NewJeans, aespa, TXT, and RIIZE. When I'm in the mood for classics, Sheila on 7, Dewa 19, Slank, Naff, and Jamrud, are my go-tos. I dig the contemporary vibes of Reality Club, indie beats from Arctic Monkeys, and the chill sounds of Cigarettes After Sex. Westlife’s ballads hit me with nostalgia, and Jannabi adds a poetic touch. There are many more artists I enjoy.

Games.

These days, I’m really into Mobile Legends, where I usually play as a gold laner. But I’m flexible and can handle other roles too. Besides that, I’m enjoying Plato for some brainy fun, building cool stuff in Minecraft, and revisiting old favorites on my PS2 like Bully and GTA SA. It’s a mix of games that keeps things interesting for me!

Youtuber.

I really enjoy watching MiawAug, Windah Basudara, Milyhya, Garit Dewana, EJGaming, itssandwich, and Pupuww— they’re some of my favorite content creators.

Subsection IV.

DNI if you: homophobic, racist, hate my faves, do hate speech, and soon to be new owner.

[shawnmendeslatinamerica]

Shawn Access: Pre-order an album now & enter to win a #WONDER Golden Ticket Package, including a virtual group M&G with Shawn and signed one-of-a-kind items from the #INTRO video here http://wonder.lnk.to/shop

#shawn mendes #shawn access #retweet #wonder #wonder era

[shawnsmusical]

Cronchy’s dad made a whole ass tweet with him and her mom wearing Wonder merch saying they’re excited and waiting for #WONDER 😂😂 clout chasers just like their daughter

Did they do the same for the daughter’s album?

#anon #or is just a shawn mendes thing #twitter accounts retweeting his updates 💀

[dreamings-free]

shawn mendes has “shawn acess”, camila cabello has “camila acess”, taylor has “taylor national”, zayn has “inzayn” or something like that. a LOT of artists has those promo accounts but with other names on it

just putting these two together.. I knew taylornation only by name and haven’t looked at any of these accounts before today, but a quick scroll tells me that at least taylor (who has 90M followers 🤯) promotes things on her main by retweeting taylornation, rolling stone and lots of other promo related things. the point of taylornation seems to be to engage fans who are not just casual with like voting and streaming. but that’s not what lthq is. announcing that you’re headlining a festival is not side account news! and when the artist’s main account doesn’t even share the posts from the side acc. ? that’s where anyone with even basics knowledge of marketing is like.. smh. tickets go one sale tomorrow and currently it’s safe to assume only about 1M out of louis’ 38M followers know about it… that’s the disconnect.

#anon asks #fucking lthq

[camrensrealbish]

Camren circle

A list of people who most probably know the truth, just because I was curious how many of them there are.

Friends from the industry

- 5H girls

- Halsey

“Strangers” - collaboration with Lauren in 2017

performance with Taylor and Camila at AMAs 2019

with Camila and Shawn at VMAs 2019

- Taylor Swift

Camila’s PR in 2015

5H as a guest on 1989 tour

Camila as an opening act on Reputation tour

Taylor supporting Camren at AMAs 2018

Lauren supporting Taylor

- Hailee Steinfeld

in Taylor squad in 2015

friends with 5H, mostly Ally and Camila

dating rumors with Camila

- Ariana Grande

Camila’s wifey

“God is a women” was too gay for Camila’s team, so it’s Ariana’s song now

- Hayley Kiyoko

Lauren giving an award to Hayley at Billboard's Women in Music 2018

with Camila on TRL in 2018

- Billie Eilish 

(Camila collaborating with Finneas (Billie’s brother) on Used to this and First Man)

- Rosalia

Lauren Presents Rosalía With Rising Star Award | Women In Music

Camila with Rosalia at VMAs 2019 after she ditched Shawn and the stunt

- Becky G

Austin Mahone’s girlfriend after Camila

Lauren’s guest appearance on Becky’s podcast

PRs

- The Vamps

Brad - Lauren’s PR in 2014

on tour with 5H, Austin Mahone and Shawn Mendes in 2014

meeting Camila backstage in 2018

meeting Camila at Radio 1′s Teen Awards 2017

- Austin Mahone

PR with Camila in 2014

on tour with 5H, The Vamps and Shawn Mendes in 2014

pictures from the backstage at 99.7 NOW December 2015

- Shawn Mendes

on tour with 5H, Austin Mahone and The Vamps in 2014

“I know what you did last summer” - collaboration with Camila in 2015

“Señorita” - collaboration with Camila in 2019

Camila’s PR June 2019 -

- Ty Dolla Sign

“Work from home” - collaboration with 5H

Lauren’s PR April 2017 - April 2019

“In your phone” - collaboration with Lauren in 2017

- Lucy

PR with Lauren

friends with Lauren and Camila (at least back in the day)

Work relationships

- Ed Sheeran

“South of the border“ - collaboration with Camila in 2019

“The boy“ - collaboration with Camila 2017 (unreleased)

- Diplo

“Know no better” - collaboration with Camila in 2017

recorded over 20 unreleased songs with Camila

Diplo Introduces Camila Cabello at Billboard's Women in Music 2017

interview with Camila by Chelsea, so with Camren hints

Diplo retweeted Lauren’s tweet in July 2017

- Charlie XCX

writer on "Scar Tissue","Señorita","OMG",”Be Right Here”

opening act on Reputation tour

- Alejandro Sanz 

“Mi persona favorita”

liked Camren posts in 2019

- Pharrell Williams

writer on “Crying in the Club” and “”Havana”

collaboration “Sangria Wine”

performing Sangria Wine on BBMas (one of my favorite performences plus Normila)

- Steve Aoki

“All night” - collaboration with Lauren

interestingly both pictures from February 2017

More:

----------Fifth harmony and One Direction - the connections

#camren #taymila #halren #cailee #camariana

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

🐧 Thurs 15 Oct ‘20 🏳️‍🌈

Discourse of the day (TM) was dominated by the news that Eleanor seems to have a new job! An announcement went out that she had been signed by River Talent Management (run by a woman who has formerly been both a Syco exec and a manager at Modest who handled 1D) as a model. The news was then picked up by TBHonest (a wordpress fan site with a quality of writing that basically confirms that they're posting fan sourced material, but interesting for their large quantity of both Eleanor focused and larrie-louie content, not a combo you see every day.) Eleanor seems to have been signed with River since about August. The fandom, as improbably but endearingly optimistic as ever, took this as confirmation that her current employment with Louis was ending and immediately started popping the champagne corks and trending video of the unforgettable occasion when 1D gleefully sang I Will Survive-- Gloria Gaynor's iconic breakup song/gay anthem of all gay anthems and mainstay of pride festivals and drag shows the world over-- onstage in response to the first Elounor breakup, which brings us to the disco-course of the day: Gloria Gaynor herself retweeted the vid! Of Harry singing her song! Tagging him! With sparkly emojis!! And followed up by going through and liking and answering hundreds of replies, most of them “omg queen” but also an assortment of teary larrie tweets and “she definitely went through the thing and was so confused but a queen we stan.”

Liam posted about anti-bullying campaign Spirit Day, an LGBTQ awareness day started in 2010 by a teen to draw awareness to the high suicide numbers among queer youth.“Use your voice & support LGBTQ youth,” says his post, perfectly describing what he himself is doing. Louis retweeted a petition to parliament for measures to end child food poverty in the UK (with concrete proposals about school meals and vouchers) from its author Marcus Rashford, a football player who has been making big waves since March with his work against child poverty in the UK. LTHQ continues to register new versions of old songs, but it seems it's just paperwork shuffling and nothing interesting. And Harry has won a fan voted Billboard Chart Achievement Award at the BBMAs and the masses are thirsty... to be thanked! Twitter harries will really get mad at anyone, not even Harry himself is exempt! HSHQ posted about the award, does that count? (Oh I'm getting a transmission...what's that? Ah they're saying NO that doesn't count and we're extra insulted by that acknowledgment that you know it's happening but haven't posted a video, go to hell Jeffrey! Well there you have it folks, they're circling like wolves, look out or they'll... complain some more about what they feel they’re owed!)

Loads more Niall interview stuff as he makes the rounds chatting about his concert. He says he “wrote some awful stuff, then wrote some better stuff”, and now is writing “some really good stuff” but he doesn't know when we'll hear it, and that this time gives him “a chance to think about what I wanna do next. What I wanna write about. How it’s gonna sound. Who I’m gonna work with.” He weighs in on online dynamics-- “by saying stuff on twitter, I’ll probably be fueling an argument or some sort of trolling towards that particular person... what I’m gonna say is that there are trolls on there and it just depends on how you take it... a lot of people are a lot more sensitive than I would be, and effectively get bullied on a day to day basis,” but that he was going to continue to “give it out to politicians.” Fans set out to prove him right about bullying by being so nasty in the replies to girlfriend Amelia's supportive hand clap emojis on his post announcing the concert that she deleted the comment, because apparently they don't like her on account of her... existing? Nice, guys, real classy. Anyway other tidbits, he tells us him and Shawn (Mendes) send each other stuff they're working on for honest feedback, that he sent Zayn a message about the zaby, and that if acting is anything like doing music videos he's not interested (“they're such a pain”) but he'd be into doing an animated voiceover and using his accents which he would in fact be PERFECT at! Hollywood take note your next comedic cartoon penguin is ready and waiting and his name is Niall Horan!

#louis tomlinson #Liam Payne #harry styles #niall horan #for the record since everyone's got a lot to say actually the math HAS been done and yes: any one of the boys COULD afford to pay their crew #no they can't support them for months on end but they could have set them ALL up with severance/ something in the early months #without denting their own net worths in any way that they would even notice unless they were trying to buy an island #(which worths unlike their employees' just keep increasing even now-- remember those articles about how much they made on the anniv from str #streaming ALONE let alone...everything else AND the fact that they can still WORK) #so miss me with your capitalist apologia yeah we get it if you were rich you wouldn't share #and you probably don't give money to unhoused people either. I wouldn't brag about it if I were you thats embarrassing tbh #Golden is listed to impact pop radio the 27- different than the AC impact date of the 26th but the 26 is first so #whatever #do I think eleanor is getting laid off I mean... nooo #BUT I'm not uninterested in seeing her take a new job mere weeks after the syco announcement... #this doesn't seem to be a JOB per se more like she's hiring these people to get her jobs but semantics #harry #louis #niall #liam #15 oct 20 #eleanor #spirit day #jeff azoff #gloria gaylor #Amelia Woolley

[shawn-mendes-post]

Broken Promise

bnA/N: So this is my new series that I talked about. Chapter one done after a couple of days. I got side track because I was watching the Order on Netflix. I really like the show and hope there will be a season 3. I can’t wait to read some fanfic of the Order. I love Randall and Hamish ❤💕❤. Alyssa kept getting on my nerves, but I did like her in the beginning.  

Requested: No

Words: 3000

Paring: Reader x Shawn Mendes, Reader x Dylan (friendship), eventually Reader x Timothee C. 

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Two years. Two years down the drain. The relationship will not ever be the same, no matter what. A beautiful relationship that did not consist of fighting or envy. The couple spent their time in secret, not wanting to ruin the bliss. How could this happen? Where did things go wrong? 

You sat on the bed, close to the edge, staring into space, recalling the moment; every damn moment of the relationship, looking for a clue. You yearned to understand how a perfect relationship becomes completely broken. How could a single girl shift everything between Shawn and you?

'Well, she is not some girl,' you thought, bitterly, phone in hand open to a disturbing sight. The news popped up on Twitter, as fans kept retweeting over and over again, to your annoyance. When you first see the tweet, disbelief filled your body, not wanting to accept the idea Shawn was cheating on you. However, you started to check for more proof that could either confirm your suspicions or disregard it, which you hoped was the latter. 

Time freeze at the moment you found a dozen articles about the two, who were acting more than friendly. Frantically, you skim them, dreading the answers to your questions written in the words of the articles. 'Fourth of July? He said he was spending time with his sister, who supposedly came to visit him.' You swallow back the tears that threatened to spill while at the same time, your heart is breaking into million pieces. 

You send him multiple messages hoping to get him to deny these speculations before, moving on calling his cell as you begin to panic. Silence is what you received because Shawn does not answer, leaving you in the dark, making your mind come up with many crazy ideas. 

"Bub, please call me back."

"Darling, what the hell is going on?"

"Baby, why are you not answering?"

"Shawn, I swear I will leave you."

An hour went by with no response, which leads you to believe Shawn is with Camila. Done with his lack of response, you fiddle around the room, grabbing your suitcase, filling it up with clothes, needing to getaway.

Shawn was supposed to be the one.  He was the one that felt like home, but now he feels like a stranger. Shawn was the one to tie you down and start a family, but now that seems impossible. 

Your breathing becomes heavy, panic setting in at the thought of being alone. Your hands become clammy as you struggle to calm down, knowing a full panic attack will occur if you do not stop. You could hear the blood pumping through your ears thump, thump, thump, while your breathing became haggardly then before. 

Ring! Ring! 

Your phone rings, making you take deep breathes before answering, praying the will not pay attention to the sound of her voice. You pick up, not knowing who is calling, but thinking it is Shawn. 

"Sha-" You tried to speak, but gets cut off by the caller. 

"Hey, it is me. I was wondering when you will be on your way? You know filming will start soon," Dylan asked, missing his friend since it has been a while. 

"I'm leaving soon. It slipped my mind completely," you laugh shakily before continuing," I missed you too, Dyl." Glancing around the silent flat, you knew it was time to stop living in a silly fantasy. The secret relationship with you and Shawn would have never lasted, you think. The two of you lived separate lives, barely having time to see each other. Shawn would be on tour or writing music, living his dreams, while you would be traveling to star in movies and television shows, pursuing your dream. You even had a couple of chances to dabble with directing and producing. 

"Is everything okay?" Dylan asked, knowing something was wrong, deciding to offer his ear, thinking you would need to talk. 

"I will be okay, Dyl. I missed shooting and can't wait to see everyone. " You explained, fingers running through your hair, worried he would keep asking questions.

 "If you are sure. I am here when you need to talk," Dylan said, not wanting to push you, but wanting to let you know he will be there. Dylan was the first co-star you meet, and things immediately hit things off. The two of you would be the ones singing onset or pulling pranks on the other co-stars. The two of you were like siblings off-screen, which helped you to play Clay Jensen's sister. 

"I know, Dyl. It is significant to talk in person so I will see you soon. How is Lydia?" You asked, thinking it will distract him. You knew how Dylan gets when his girlfriend is named. 

"She is well. I can't wait till filming is over so I can spend more time with her. You know how busy she can get with the band. I also have been spending time with the guys coming up with new songs. I can show you if you want. I am interested in seeing some of the songs that you promised me," Dylan spoke, smiling at the thought of how you get embarrassed when others look at your songs. 

You chuckle, regretting telling him about you writing some songs in your free time. "I will, Dyl. I need to before I miss my flight to California. I have a few things to resolve before I can leave. I will see you at the flats," you said, assuring Dylan, already planning the next steps. 

Hanging up, you make your way to the bedroom, glancing to make sure you got everything significant. Sighing, you grab a paper and pen, wondering what to write to Shawn, needing to find closure or else. 

Dear Shawn, 

I heard you were with someone else. I thought it was a silly rumor until I saw the proof myself. Camila? I never thought the two of you would betray me, but I was wrong. I knew there was a feeling between the two of you, but I did not think they were so strong. I wished many things went differently between us. 

I wished we spent more time together, then maybe you would not look elsewhere. Who am I kidding? You would have found a way to be with her because you love her. I witness the way you look at her. Shawn, you look at her the way you used to look at me. I wished I stopped myself from falling for you. I never thought we would become separate from each other or the idea of falling out of love. I wish we were open about our relationship, and I know it was my fault. I was scared to face the hate I would receive from your fan girls. I was nervous about the paparazzi invading our privacy, and I value it. I could keep going, but I should not, or else I will have more regrets. Shawn, I did love you. I do love you with my whole heart. I hope she makes you happier then I did. I will miss spending time with your family. Please send my regards to them. 

Shawn, I did think you would be the one. I thought I would spend the rest of my life with till my death. I envision the two of us settling down in a cute home close to your family. I pictured popping out a few kids that would love you to the moon and back. I could see us getting old together, watching after our grand kids and their kids. I would have given up my acting for you if you had asked. I would have given you everything in return to be mine. I was yours, and I thought you were mine. 

I am leaving to help myself heal from this heartbreak. I think it is best if we do not communicate for a while. I do wish you the best. 

Sincerely, (Y/N)

P.S

You broke your promise, Shawn. You hurt me. Broken Promises. 

You sniffle, folding up the note, thinking of a place to put it. You grab your things, making one last swept of the flat. Satisfied, you place the golden ring on the counter with the note, walking out, silently saying goodbye. Your head is down, fighting off the tears as you make your way to the airport. The beginning of your new chapter about to begin and some things will surprise you. 

You made sure to stay hidden from everyone, not wanting to be surrounded by fans. It was hard to get through the airport undetected, but you made it. There were a few accidents along the way; however, nothing that discourages you. The plane flight was relaxing for you as you slept on the plane, knowing you would be busy shooting in the few months. 

---

Shawn woke up in an unfamiliar bed next to a sleeping figure. He groans because he tried sitting up, and a pounding headache meets him. His hands rush to his head, hoping the pain will go away soon or else he did not know how long it would last. 

Shawn could only remember a few things that happened last night, but that did not freak him out. It was the body next to him, which he knew could not be his lovely girlfriend/ fiancee. Persistently the pounding in his head made him groan ever so soft as he moves to remove the covers. His eyes widen at the female figure next to him. 

"Oh shit," he mumbled, getting off the bed quietly, running a hand through his locks, thinking about how he got in this situation. Memories flash through his mind about the two hanging out. 

Shawn stood by the pool, laughing at Camila's joke. She slowly entwines their hands, which seemed okay with Shawn. Shawn knew he should have stopped anything that seemed too friendly, but he didn't think it would be a problem.  The party lasted for hours until the fireworks at the end of the night. Shawn spent his time with Camila, having the time of his life. He missed having fun because of all the stress of trying to get the new song out.  Something was missing, but he did not think long about it. He would drink more than he probably should have, but it was a night where he could relax. Drink after drink made him feel loose and want to have more fun.  The next thing he could recall was a pair of lips touching his. 

"Fuck," he cursed out, not caring if he woke her up. He could not believe the mistake he made and the consequences. He picked up his phone to see the many unanswered calls and text that were from (Y/N). 

He glances at Camila to see she is starting to wake up to the horror of Shawn. She smiles at him, brings the covers up as she sits up. "Hey," he said lamely, not knowing what to say in this awkward moment. 

---

You arrived at the flat, needing some time to sleep, despite taking a nap on the plane. Everything that happened would change your perspective on relationships and love. Inspiration struck you, grabbing your songbook, sitting down on the bed, you write your feelings. You write everything down, needing to express yourself, or else go crazy keeping; everything bottled up. 

Knock. Knock.

Startled at the sudden noise, you raise your head in alert, on guard when walking towards the door. Looking through the peek hole, you smile at the sight of your friend, Dylan, leading you to open the door. 

Dylan stood there with a dopey smile, arms holding box of pizza and other containers while carrying bags of groceries, waiting to be let in. " I thought we should have our tradition of eating junk food and watching movies till we pass out," he said, hopeful, giving his best puppy dog eyes. 

You think about it, not knowing if it would be a good idea or not since you are dealing with a breakup. "Sure, that would be lovely," you decided, thinking it would be a good idea to get your mind off. Moving aside, you let Dylan enter before shutting the door behind him. 

The two of you move to the furnished living room, setting the stuff on the coffee table. You go to the kitchen, grabbing plates and things for the food, knowing Dylan is already putting on a movie. "So, I think we could watch Beautiful Boy," Dylan told you, smiling as he continues," since you are in it."

Settling on the couch, piling food on your plate, you glance at him, raising an eyebrow. "Is that all? It would not have to do with my co-stars?" You asked, knowing he is a fan of the office (I don't know if it is true). Dylan looks at you sheepishly, not bothering to deny it, already knowing it would be foolish. 

"Come on, let us watch it," Dylan said, stuffing his face, while the movie begins, making you laugh. Your attention focused on Timothée Chalamet through the film, and how a great actor he is. You could feel the pain and desperation of Nick, who moved your heart. You regretted not spending more time with Chalamet and yearned for working with him once again. There was something about him that draws you in, and that is interesting to you. 

---

Tense. Shawn felt tense on his way to the flat, after looking through his phone at the messages. There was something that made him feel worried about what he was about to walk in; nonetheless, he opens the door. He surveyed how dark the flat looks, which brought terror to Shawn at the idea of (Y/N) leaving without telling him. 

Shawn strides towards the bedroom; however, he stops when something shiny catches his attention on the counter. His hands grasp the ring as he immediately moves to the couch, his other hand holds the note. Shawn could only stare at the band, his fears becoming a reality when he opens the paper, reading it over and over again. 

'I messed up. I should have responded sooner. I should not have cheated on (Y/n), despite not being in control fully. ' Shawn thinks, tears sliding down his faces, not knowing what to do. One part of him wanted to lay down while the other wanted to go out and search for his love. He should have told her about what was going on. The plan consisted of Shawn having to be with Camila because of their new song until the heat died down. 

Shawn stared at his phone, gloomy when he noticed there were no new messages from (y/n). He went through their conversation, frowning at how happy they were until he ruined everything. 

~~~

In the middle of winter, Shawn took a break from tour, wanting to spend time with (Y/N). He planned to purpose to you and needed everything to go perfect. In the morning, Shawn woke up early to make your favorite breakfast before bringing it to you on a tray with a single (favorite flower) in a vase. 

"Darling, wake up," he coos, setting the tray his side of the bed. You start to rise from the bed, yawning as your eyes meet hazel eyes. Your stomach growls when your nose smells something delicious. "Mhm, that seems good," you reach for the tray after kissing Shawn. Shawn holds the plate, breathing a little shaky, which made you concerned. "Is there something wrong, Bub?"

"I, Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, never thought I would find my soulmate. I am almost always gone, but you stick by my side through it all. You offer your support whenever I need it, and I am grateful to have you. I love you (Y/N), and I want you in my life. Your laugh makes me happy just by hearing it because it sounds magical. You are outstanding, and I love your acting. I still can't believe I am with the brilliant, (Y/n) (l/n), who started acting when she was ten. Your heart amazes me when I see you lend a hand to help people in need without a complaint. You bring awareness to issues in the world, which is brave to speak up, despite what some people may think. I love you and how you comfort me when I am stress because of the concert or if I am having a bad day. You will drop everything for anyone to come over to help no matter the time, which gets you in trouble with your manager or the directors. You are a perfect goddess, and I am lucky you are in my life. I love your height and vision us taking turns spooning each other as we cuddle in bed. You are the ones that I want to see every morning and every night. I want to spend every day treating you like the queen you are and hope that I will be your king one day. I want to love you for eternity, and am willing to give up everything for you. I don't need money or fame. Not even the fans and I do love each of them and how they supported me. I need you (Y/N)," Shawn confesses, grabbing a small jersey box from his pocket, raising it for you to see, slowly opening the box. 

"I promise to never hurt you," Shawn vowed, as the box is open," will you marry me (Y/n)?"  Your face was streaming with tears at his speech, not needing anytime to think. "Yes," you said, lifting your hand for him to place the ring. He does. The two of you share a passionate kiss, wanting to celebrate the event.  However, the moment was interrupted when your stomach starts growling, which makes you blush. "Sorry," you apologized, grabbing the food to start eating, while Shawn chuckles and watches. 

---

"You broke your promise," you said out loud. 

"What?" Dylan asked, wanting to know what is the matter. 

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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 5

Hiya! This is the chapter when we get to figure out a little more of why Shawn is the way that he is. I’m not interested in villains for villains sake; I’m interested in complex characters in need of healing and kindness and also to maybe fight for themselves a little bit. I think this is gonna get very interesting if the thoughts in my head are anything to go off of. Also I try not to bug y’all too often but I am very very poor at the moment so if you did want to buy me a Kofi right here. That would be life changing. Ya girl got bills. K bye. 

WARNINGS: sex without a condom (gotta wrap it up folks), a mini panic attack w/o much description, and just some general softness. 

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s in the studio. It’s his happy place. He remembered being eight years old, just barely big enough to climb into the seat, but finding something magical about the sound board. His nanny used to pick him up from school and he would beg her to take him to where his dad was working. They only started letting him go once they realized he’d stop throwing temper tantrums. He thrived there. He listened quietly and he learned about how to track vocals, how to create rhythms and what actual sound waves could look like for a vocal. And then he was thirteen, and his dad brought this guy in.

He was in baggy jeans and a green sweatshirt. His guitar had a plus sign on it, and there were scratches against the body where he’d strummed too hard. The sound guy told him his name was Ed Sheeran. He was there to sing for his dad. That day changed his life forever.

He went from playing soccer every day after school, to playing guitar and creating covers. His dad happily put him in the guitar lessons and the piano lessons and the vocal lessons. It was the outlet he never knew he needed, but couldn’t live without. Shawn was always thoroughly convinced he hadn’t been destined for much. Was never smart in school, never particularly passionate about anything either. And since the day he was born, all he knew was that his dad was powerful and his dad had money, and that meant one day he would have the same. Not because of who he was or what he accomplished, but because of who his dad was. Music changed that for him.

“Hey, pull back on the reverb?” He suggested to the producer. “It’s clouding the vocal. Trust me.”

There’s a guy in the booth. His dad’s new golden star. Niall Horan. His first album had done twice the numbers they anticipated, and so after a North American tour to test the waters he quickly pulled him in to try and do it again. That’s why Shawn was there of course. To oversee the creative vision, and “provide feedback”. What it really meant was, his dad knew he could determine what was good and what was bad, so why waste his time when he could have Shawn do it. As far as his dad was concerned, he should feel lucky that he was even allowed to be a part of the process.

“Aye, this is just isn’t feeling right. I’m coming out.” Niall said from the booth in his thick irish accent.

There’s a room of writers, but it’s actually pretty organic in comparison to some of the other artists under his dad’s belt. Two of them are friends of Horan’s from home, who had followed him along for the ride. He plops down on one of the couches and reaches for a guitar. His fingers pluck absently at the strings and Shawn can’t help but glance over there instead of filling out whatever dumbass report his dad was asking him to fill out. There’s a redheaded woman on the couch who started playing alongside him. Another guy uses his lap as drums, and they just start jamming with each other.

It’s electric. It’s that thing that made his stomach lurch like he was at the top of a rollercoaster. It’s what left him more at home in his own skin than anything else ever could. The energy in the room actually shifts. He swears he can feel the music. Like actually feel every strum in his fingertips as if its his hands on the guitar. It’s authentic and real and they’re just playing for fun.

But, somewhere in there he remembers that this is all he’ll ever get. Just watching from the sidelines while everyone else gets to play. It breaks his heart. It makes him sick to his stomach. So sick that he leaves abruptly in the middle of the session crashing outside and choking desperately for air. This is what he got. A noose that always felt too tight, with the hope every day that he just might get the chance to breathe. This was it for him.

***

*Y/n’s point of view*

Shawn: I need you.

y/n: That’s gonna be a little difficult. I’m in Miami, remember? First show of the tour for Grande.

Shawn: Well when are you coming back?

y/n: I’m staying through the first week of shows to make sure all the kinks get worked out. No pun intended.

Shawn: I don’t think I can wait that long.

You were walking past the merch booth getting set up and stopped to chat with some of the people working it. You had a lot of respect for merch booth people, depending on the show--and the pop shows were always the worst--shit could get hectic and fast. They deserved tons more respect than they got, and you were happy to show them some.

You peered down at your phone and read Shawn’s text over again. It felt a little off, even for him. You had gone stretches of time without hooking up before. There were times where he needed to be in LA while you stayed behind in New York, times where you had one show in one city, while he had one in another. It hadn’t been a problem before. You always just found time when the two of you available, and went from there. Shawn hadn’t ever pushed it further than that before.

y/n: everything alright?

Shawn: my dad is satan

y/n: well retweet sis! We been knew that.

y/n: Sorry. I wish I could be there to relieve the stress. If you wanna hop on a flight and meet me in Miami feel free lol

You head for the sound check, checking in to make sure that that stage was being set up, so that  meet and greet could go off without a hitch later. You nearly trip over one of Ariana’s dogs and die, but other than that it’s fine. There’s hours and hours of labor that have to go into a show before the doors ever open, before those kids every step inside to see their idol get up on the stage. It’s your job, along with a host of other incredibly talented and hard working people, to make sure that those hours seamingly don’t even exist. You don’t mind it. Back in the early days you used to go on whole tours to make sure your artists were taken care of. It wasn’t until you turned thirty that you realized slowing down a little bit was in everyone’s best interest.

When you’re not needed you set up in an office space to answer emails and check in with the office. The afternoon passes quickly, and before you know doors are opening up, and the kids begin to pile in. You’re backstage making sure the band and Ariana are good to go, when the tour manager comes up to you looking panicked and confused the way he always did.

“Hey, y/n! Sorry to bother you, but can I borrow you for a second?”

You clap hands with Ariana wishing her luck she won’t need before heading off with Mike.

“What’s up, Mike? Everything okay?”

He nodded. “Yea! It’s just that I got a call from the head of security at the back of the venue, and there’s a guest for you who doesn’t have a pass.”

“A guest for me? I don’t have any guests tonight. Did they catch a name?”

“It’s uh...It’s Manny Mendes’ kid? Shawn?”

“What?!”

Mike winced. “He uh, he told them you personally invited him. Guy must be charming, or they probably would’ve turned him away.”

Charming, your black ass. He was a nuisance is what he was.

“I didn’t personally invite him anywhere! Take me to this dumbass, please.” You groaned in frustration.

The whole walk there you’re just trying to figure out how the hell he managed to get here that fast! Who takes a back handed joke, and then actually follows through it? Shawn fucking Mendes. This man was going to be a thorn in your side for the foreseeable future. God, was he lucky his dick was big.

Sure enough, at the back of the venue at one of the stage doors, Shawn is sitting there with a couple of security guards. His hands rest easily in his pockets, and he’s telling them a fucking joke that has them laughing their asses off. Where was the justice?!

“Hey. Took you long enough.” He chuckled reaching for a duffle bag at his feet.

What was he moving in?

“Shawn what in the hell are you doing here?”

He stared at you incredulously. “You told me to come!”

“I was kidding! How in the hell did you get here that fast anyway?”

“Honey, we have a private jet. Surely that’s not surprising to you. What are you gonna turn me away at the door right now?”

Mike is still staring at you with nothing but confusion on his face. He probably had no idea you even knew Shawn Mendes, let alone enough to accidentally invite him to Miami. This was bad. This was bad, bad, bad.

Your gritted your teeth. “He is very unfortunately with me. Mike give him a pass.”

“Are you sure th--”

“Mike just given him the damn pass.” You sighed turning on your heel to disappear back inside.

Shawn keeps up with you easily with his obnoxiously long legs. Mike power walks behind the two of you ear piece and ipad still blaring.

“Mike you can run along before curtain call. I’ve got things here.”

It’s not an option. It’s a directive, and he quickly follows it leaving you alone with your headache of the day.

“You really call the shots around here, aye?”

“Little bit. Follow me.”

You lead him to the little office space you have in one of the green rooms, and quickly close the door before more people find out that the two of you are together. He takes a seat on one of the couches like he belongs. You want to pull your hair out.

“What in the hell Shawn?” You groaned. “We have rules. Very specific rules.”

“I know. Look, I know! But you offered, okay? And I couldn’t...I wasn’t gonna wait a week. I need this. I need you.”

That certainly was a little more honest than the two of you typically got with each other.

You paused to take a better look at him, and it isn’t the prettiest sight. The smile and witty laughter from outside was a thin facade to the bags beneath his eyes and the frown that’s evident now. He looks a little pale, like paler than usual, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he hadn’t been sleeping well. You did know better. In fact you were starting to realize that maybe you knew him a little better than you gave yourself credit for.

You took a seat on the table in front of him, your legs knocking together in the small amount of space between you.

“What’s going on? And don’t say it’s just cause you’re stressed.”

He peered up at you, his fingers tapping anxiously against his thighs.

“Since when do you care? That’s not exactly within the parameters of our relationship now is it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not all of us go through life only living based off of what we can take from others. I know it’s a wild concept to you, but some of us? Some of us can actually be decent human beings.”

“Great so I’m a piece of shit and you’re a saint, is that it?”

“Why are you trying to fight with me? Don’t be a child; stop deflecting. Just tell me what the hell is wrong, and maybe we can fix it.”

“You can’t fix it, y/n. I’m stuck. I’m always going to be stuck okay? There is no fixing me.”

He looked exhausted. And it wasn’t the hard day at work exhausted either. This looked bone deep in him. You couldn’t tell if this was something you’d just never noticed, or if he was letting down a wall for you to see behind for the first time. Whatever it was, you didn’t like it. There wasn’t time to work through why that was, or what it meant for you to care enough to want to fix it. You just knew that you didn’t like it. That’s all that mattered.

You reached forward, your fingers pushing at his knees to make more room for you to straddle his lap. His hands immediately came up to rest on your ass, and you slid your hand over his heart. It was beating like crazy. He just needed to slow down. He needed you to help him slow down. When you kissed, his fingers dug a little more deeply into the flesh of your ass. He groaned softly against your mouth and pulled you closer. It wasn’t necessarily that you didn’t kiss at all in the time that you spent together. Shawn had no problem dominating your mouth. It just so happened that in a relationship built on dominating your body there were a lot of other things you could be doing than kissing.

His lips were still heavenly though. He knew how to tug at your jaw, how to pull you in closer and run his tongue perfectly along the roof of your mouth. It was as intoxicating as all the other things he seemed to be able to do with his body. Only instead of quickly moving to the next phase the way that he usually would, he kept you there a while longer. His lips moved against yours and your arms wrapped tight around him. You could feel his shoulders release beneath your touch, could feel his hands relax against your ass. By the time he flips you to lay your body down against the couch, fingers already tugging to get his jeans down his thighs, your lips are buzzing, and you feel kind of lightheaded. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Tell me what you need.” You whispered against his lips. “Tell me how to please you.”

“Need to be in you. Right now.” He muttered reaching beneath your skirt.

His fingers found their way between the fabric of your underwear, gently nudging between your folds where you were already wet. He tugged the thing band down off of your legs and tucked them into his jean pocket.

He groaned softly plunging his middle finger inside. “You’re always wet for me. Know exactly how to be good for me.”

He curved up and to the right, rubbing quickly against your walls to get you where you needed to go. This wasn’t about foreplay. This wasn’t a scene. There was no plan here. It was frantic and a little messy. But you liked it. You liked it more than you knew what to do with.

“Are you my good girl?” He panted jerking his finger up and down to touch the thing inside of you that made you thrash.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Please, Shawn. Please?”

“The faster you cum, the faster I can get inside this pussy.”

His bicep tensed and his breath came out in harsh pants against the side of your neck. His fingers won’t stop, won’t let up, and your body gives him exactly the reaction he wants every single time. It’s like magnets. Like he knows exactly how to touch you to make you scream. And you do. Always.

His thumb rubs circles on your clit and your body practically melts. Your back arches and your moans get higher as your orgasm hits. Not one to ever be outdone unless it’s by himself, Shawn withdrew his fingers and immediately pushed his way inside of you. The stretch alone in conjunction with the weight of him pressing you down into the couch was enough to heighten your orgasm to a place it’d never been before.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit y/n.”

“I can’t fucking breathe--Shit! it’s so good!”

The arm of the couch provides a kind of leverage you couldn’t get if you prayed for it, and Shawn’s taking full advantage. There’s something different in the way that he handles you. He’s a little more desperate than you’re used to. His hips are less skilled precision and more broken lunges. But you love it just the same. Push your hips up against him chasing something similar, chasing a high that will take you both straight off that cliff together.

“I love being inside you.” He whimpered against your chest. “Nothing feels like you. Wanna give it to you so good.”

“You do. You fucking do.”

His teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder and it drives you up a fucking wall. You dig desperately into the couch with your heels and cry out for him. It’s fast and dirty and not at all like what you’re used to. It’s just him, just him in all your senses. And you just wanted to give that back to him tenfold.

“Want you to cum for me again. Want you to come while I shoot my load in your pussy.”

“O--Okay. Okay I’ll cum, just please keep fucking me just like that. Please, just like that”

He pushes himself up onto his knees and moves your thigh up so that your knee is pressed against the arm of the couch. His dick doesn’t even make sense at this point. It’s like amnesia. Dick amnesia. But, he does this thing where he twists his hips every time he pushes his way back into you, and it makes you cum like a waterfall. And the second you’re cumming, his thrusts deteriorate into quick, rugged slaps against your sex. When he peaks, it’s euphoria for you both. Absolute Euphoria.

For a while neither of you move except for the pounding of your hearts in unison with one another. You can’t feel your toes, and it’s so sensitive to feel him inside you in this way. It’s not just good sex it’s a feeling that he gives you in wide abundance. You feel complete with him on top of you. Sated and fulfilled and taken care of.

“Wow.” He chuckled leaning down to kiss you roughly. “That was incredible.”

You giggled. “Yea. We’re good at that. Real good.”

He slides off your body and disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. He comes back with some damp paper towels and cleans tenderly between your legs.

“It’s not my egytpian cotton, but it gets the job done.” He chuckled.

He already looks entirely different. There’s color in his cheeks and his eyes have that obnoxious sparkle shit that they do. You like him a lot better when he looks this way. And there’s a part of you that feels a sense of pride at being able to bring that out of him.

“Thank you, kind of.” You snorted softly.

You fix your skirt while he pulls his jeans back up. You can’t help but notice you managed to yank the neck of his t-shirt horribly out of place somewhere in the midst of your climax. The least you can do is grab him one of the merch shirts. It hits him in the face when you toss it, but that’s at least a few more seconds you have to calm the hell down.

“What’s this?”

“Figured we didn’t want people asking questions. Put it on, I’m sure there’s still some more of Ari’s set left.”

His eyes widened a little and he stared back at the t-shirt before looking back up at you.

“You want me to stay?”

It’s your turn for your eyes to widen and for the ground to become more interesting.

“You don’t have to obviously. You got what you came for. Ari, just puts on a really good show.” You mumbled.

“No I--I’d love to see the show. Haven’t seen her since Coachella.”

He changed quickly out of his t-shirt, sliding on a God Is A Woman shirt instead. The outfit change is a good one in your estimation.

“Great now give me my underwear back.” You murmured resituating your lanyard that got you in everywhere around your neck.

“Oh. Yea, no.”

You looked up at him and there he was leaning against the same part of the couch that he’d rammed you again not ten minutes ago. His long legs crossed in a similar fashion to his arms across his chest. That confidence was just obviously roaring in his system all over again. He was back, just like that.

“Excuse me?” You asked, eyebrow raised and pointed.

“I’m gonna keep them. Kinda want you to think about the fact that you won’t have any panties on all night, and I’ll be the only one who knows. Every time you have to yell at someone to do their job right, every time someone from the crowd bumps into you, it’ll just be you and I who know that you’re my good little girl. So I’m gonna keep them until I’m ready to give them back to you.”

And just what in the fuck does someone do with a speech like that?

“Yea….okay.”

You leave the greenroom behind in the hopes that no one will be able to tell what was done in there that night. Instinctively you reach for his hand and tug him along behind you to get the pits. It’s a sold out show, so there’s definitely a hell of a lot of people there, but you make it work nonetheless. With only the first half of the show missed anyway there’s still plenty of talent left for him to see.

At first you thought that you needed him to see what you were capable of. Ariana was all talent, all vocals, and iconicism, and magic. But, it was you that brought it all together, you who coordinated every little piece to make sure it all ran together without problem. Before you met Shawn, before ever deciding to do the little arrangement he schemed for the both of you, there had been a need to prove yourself. It came with the territory as a woman, let alone as a Black woman in a white male dominated industry.

Something happens in the middle of the show though, when the moon hangs from the ceiling, and her voice is belting out through the whole arena. You peer up at him watching the show, and there’s no ego to be had. It’s not like when other music execs come to visit shows, and they're just looking for a way to upstage you. He’s just there. Enjoying every note and letting the vibe of the crowd fill him in that way that you loved and cherished about live shows. It’s the first time outside of the bedroom that he eases the tension for you, that he gives you a sort of metaphorical pat on the back to say, “you don’t need to stand tall. Put that away for right now.”

You take a deep breath and let your head rest against his shoulder before there’s even room to think about it. Before you lose the moment, before the tension finds a way to ease back into your body, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind. Ariana keeps singing. The crowd keeps screaming. And he doesn’t let up until the lights come back on.

***

“Where are you staying tonight?” You asked, trying to pay attention to the break down of the venue happening around you.

“Wherever you’re staying I guess.”

You peered over at the way that he was leaning against one of the barricades, still dressed in his God Is A Woman shirt, with a smirk upon his lips.

“So fucking cocky, all the time.” You snorted. “I’ve got a lot of work left to do here. I’m always the last to leave from a show.”

“That’s fine. You want me to head up to the hotel, or should I wait behind for you?”

“You’re really staying huh?”

“Told my dad I’m doing research. I think he’s found a new intern to screw, so he’s not really checking in at the moment. I could use a little vacation.” He hummed. “You want me to go?”

You bit your lip and ran your fingers over your waist where his hands had touched. It was dangerous letting him in like this. You knew it. You had to know it.

“No I don’t want you to go.”

He smiled softly. “Guess I’m not going, then.”

“Guess not.”

“Besides if I left?” He murmured stepping forward to cup your hip intimately. “When would you ever get your thong back?”

Bastard.

It’s well past one in the morning before you get to leave. Your feet hurt and you really need a shower and the hotel can’t come fast enough. There’s a car around back waiting for you, and Shawn trails right along side you with his louis vuitton duffle bag that again just reeks of unnecessary indulgence, but you let him have it this time. The soft leather seats of the BMW and the gentle shake of the car is enough to lull you towards sleep. You were the queen of sleeping on cars. Touring life was perfect for you. What you weren’t used to was having someone beside you too as you made yourself comfortable.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” Shawn chuckled.

“I’m just resting my eyes.” you mumbled heading leaning back against the headrest, eyes closed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be plenty well rested for sex later.”

“Yea...Okay.”

*thirty minutes later*

“Honey, wake up.”

“Mmmm...No.”

“No?”

“No. I’m comfy, Ti. Leave me alone.” You whined snuggling deeper into her shoulder.

“As much as I have a feeling Tianna could kick my ass, I don’t think our biceps quite look alike. I am definitely not Ti.”

Your eyes popped open in shock alerting you to the fact that you wrapped your whole fucking body around this man’s arm and he had done nothing to stop you. The gal! The injustice!

“What are you doing? Why did you let me do that?” You gasped detangling yourself from his grasp.

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t ‘let’ you do anything. Your body tends to have a mind of its own. Apparently even in slumber. We’re here though, princess.”

Sure enough the hotel is there staring back at you from the window. You had really fallen asleep. And he had let you.

“Shit. Okay. Let’s go.”

The hotel room is neat and pristine. You won’t be there nearly long enough to do any damage to it. Shawn places his duffle next to yours and starts his routine that he always does at night. His watch comes off. The bracelet. The rings. And it is insane the effect that it has on your body. Your spine straightens. And he turns to look at you over his shoulder, curls extra fluffy without any product in it, and it just runs through your body like a fucking current.

He makes his way over to you and his fingers skim your chin like it’s fine. Like he’s not shirtless in front of you with a six pack and perfect wisps of chest hair. You kind of wanna ask him if the women he sleeps with ever don’t want to get undressed in front of him, but then a yawn leaves your lips and that thought gets left far behind, along with the moment.

He smiled at you softly and tapped your cheek.

“Look you’re exhausted. Why don’t we just wait for the morning. It’s no big deal.”

You wrapped your hand around his wrist to keep him with you.

“It’s fine. I swear.”

He shook his head. “No. It’s really not. Let’s go to bed.”

“Shawn--”

“I said consent at all times didn’t I?” He interrupted. “You’re too tired to consent. We’re not doing it.”

Too tired to consent. That was certainly a new one.

But the way that he settled himself into his side of the bed told you negotiation wasn’t an option. And you were fucking exhausted. So, you crawled beneath the blankets and let your body relax for only the second time that night. How odd for it to be that both of those times were because of Shawn? And what the hell did that mean?

His scent was in your sheets. It was on your skin and in your nose. He was there. This all consuming force that just seemed to fill the space around him infinitely. To the point where you barely felt like you fit in the bed beside him. And yet he sometimes looked so small that you wondered how he could ever fill any space at all. You couldn’t ignore the look on his face in the green room. The exhaustion. The smallness. What was up with that? And why were you thinking of him so damn much anyway?

“You’ve gotta shut your mind down to actually fall asleep.” Shawn mumbled from somewhere in the dark.

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you for mansplaining sleep to me.”

“I’m not--just...Look, what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing. What makes you think there’s something on my mind?” You asked defensively.

“I just can hear you fucking thinking from all the other way over here. Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time?”

“I’m not stubborn!”

You had one of those out of body experiences where you actually hear yourself speak, and it subsequently proved his point. Rude.

“It’s genetic.” You murmured softly. “Sorry. I guess I uh I’m just not used to having someone else sleep in bed with me.”

“Well thank you. We fall asleep after fucking most times though?”

“Yes well there’s a difference between being fucked into a coma and just lying beside the person.”

He took a deep breath. “Do you want me to leave? I can just go get another room.”

“No it’s fine! It’s fine. I swear. I’m just...adjusting.”

“Fine. You...adjust, then. I’ll try not to breathe too much and disturb you.”

It was a long night.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

The sun fills the room and it’s a complete and utter nuisance to him. Too early. Too bright. Too not cuddly. So he snuggles his face back into the warmth and ignores it for a little while longer. It’s the most well rested he’s felt in months. So well rested that he doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t want to be without this warmth that he’s never felt before. And why would he? Why would he ever want to leave this?

He opens his eyes and all that he sees in brown. Cocoa brown with deep red undertones that light up beneath the sunrays. It’s the first time he’s ever woken up before her, her mental clock seeming to always pull her out of bed before his dick is even awake let alone his mind. The fact that she’s asleep is a miracle within itself. The fact that he gets to look at her while she does it feels like maybe a little extra miracle on the side.

There’s a freckle on the divet in the small of her back that he’s never noticed before. Her bonnet to cover her hair is the same color as her nails and there’s a part of him that needs to know if it was a conscious decision or not. Knowing y/n, it could go either way. The covers had slid down her back and he’d wrapped himself around her at some point in the night. And it was somehow the best night sleep he’d had in so long. No sex. No ropes. No lube. Just sleep.

He wasn’t dumb. Something was different. Something had been different from the very beginning. His hooks up didn’t sleep over. He didn’t fly to anyone, ever. Hell, he didn’t even drive to anyone. Uber was practically part of his foreplay in life.  How the fuck did he end up in miami grabing her waist while Ariana Grande scerenaded them by fucking moonlight? He didn’t do this. He didn’t grab hips if he wasn’t fucking. He didn’t tell a woman he’d rather sleep then have sex with them. He needed to end this. And fast.

However . . . she was still asleep. And the sun was still just coming up. So what was really the harm in lying there a little longer? He pressed his arm back over her waist, thumb rubbing smoothly into the skin of her tummy. He’d get up in just a minute, would end it in just a minute. For sure.

*three days later*

“I will be back in less than a week.” She says.

“It will be over in no time.” She says.

“Stop fucking biting my thighs while I’m answering work emails!” She says.

After a break full of rushing her off to different rooms with locks on them in the venues so he could get his head between her thighs, it was finally over. His dad had finally called to ask why the hell his new Director of Talent Management was nowhere to be fucking found. It was time for him to leave, which meant days before he would see her again. Which was fine. Totally fine.

“So hear me out,” He argued as they drove to the final venue, he’d get to see her out. “I just think maybe Tianna should be taking me into account when she’s making your schedule. That’s all.”

She snorted. “I am not going to ask that woman to schedule dick appointments for you.”

“They’re not for just me! I’m thinking of you here too. Had I not taken off from my busy schedule to come to Miami, you might have actually combusted.”

“Women can go longer than twelve hours without sex Shawn. It’s yall who act like the world will explode if somebody doesn’t touch your dick for two seconds.”

He rolled his eyes at her. “I’m just saying it might be nice to know that you’re gonna be gone for weeks on end, ya know?”

She peered over at him from her phone where she’d been working away. She seemed to work harder and longer than anyone he’d ever met. Even more than his dad, which is explained why he couldn’t stand her.

“You could always...hook up with someone else while I’m away.” She said.

Her eyes are curious, watchful. There’s something behind the question that she’s asking, but he doesn’t know that on account of him being stupid. All he knew was that women didn’t just offer up the opportunity to sleep with other people. Even his past hook ups grew easily attached. It was his main reason for never repeating. Who was this woman?

“What makes you think I’m not, already?” He asked trying to match her eye contact.

She bit her lip. “The fact that you’re here right now.”

“Are you...hooking up with other people?”

“What if I was?”

He broke his gaze, not having it in him to keep staring at her. She was definitely stronger than him there.

“Whatever. Wouldn’t matter. ‘Snot like we’re together.”

She nodded. “Exactly.”

“Yea, exactly.”

The rest of the ride is silent. She was getting dropped off at her venue to continue on with Ariana through the rest of the week. He was heading back for NYC to get back to work. It would be a few more days before she flew back home. But, that was alright. He could wholeheartedly find other things to fill out his day. He didn’t need her at all.

The car pulls up to the arena and she pauses before she exits the car. She looks back at him like she’s waiting for something, like she expects him to say anything else. He doesn’t know what to say, just completely goes blank under her stare. She smiles at him.

“Goodbye, Shawn.”

“Bye, y/n.”

***

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