TRUTH OR DARE! ~ Reader x Shawn where they are secretly married and the secret relationship gets exposed when they play a truth or dare game with friends. (fluff and maybe a bit angst?)
Hurt ~ when you hear Shawn talk badly about you so you distance yourself.
Heart Shaped Eyes - you finish having sex and he’s just in utter disbelief of how good it was he’s saying stuff like “ nothing in life should be that good” “ there’s no way you’re real” or “ you blow my mind more every time”.
Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they’re constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they’re both secret agents, and the best team that’s ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.
Hi, this is the sixth chapter, you can find the first ones here. You wanted fluff? That’s what you’ll get… for now. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don’t feel comfortable with the contents listed on the “warnings” section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the “fic rec” hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!
*Word Count: 4.7K+;
*Warnings: cursing, jealousy, inconvenient dudes and gross AF comments about women, angst and slight mentions of violence.
Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings.
*Posted: August 5th, 2021.
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“You should stay at home today” Y/N mumbled into his neck.
It’s been three days since Geonoff’s office incident and Raul’s been babied to say least. Since he almost got caught and sprained his ankle in the process, Y/N’s taken as her job spoiling him as much as she could. She made him basically move into her apartment, so she could take care of his ankle and make him rest, placing ice bags on it every once in a while. Y/N would cook for him and make him take her bed, but they’d end up sharing.
He even woke up in the middle of the night with her cuddled close to his chest, and for those few minutes, he allowed himself to ignore where they actually were and pretend they’re just at his place back at home.
The worst part was having to start at home while everyone was out, even Y/N had to get out sometimes, the good side was that the bugs were a success and apparently Geonoff didn’t even notice them since he’s been having important meetings in his office. But three days later he’s been feeling a bit for having to stay sit and decided to go back into action. Celine and Jack agreed, Tom offered to do it so he could rest and Y/N wanted him to rest a little while longer.
Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they’re constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they’re both secret agents, and the best team that’s ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.
Hi, this is the fifth chapter, you can find the first one here. Things are starting to get interesting… Please read the warnings on this one, if you don’t feel comfortable with the contents listed on the “warnings” section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the “fic rec” hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!
*Word Count: 4K+
*Warnings: cursing, almost getting caught, minor injury, angst and I guess that’s pretty much it.
Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings.
*Posted: July 29th, 2021.
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“Are you ready, my love?” Raul’s voice came from her front door.
“Coming” Y/N said adjusting the final touches to her gear
It’s been a whole week since they’ve been undercover and casually living their little fake lives to get some information on Reyes.
It was enough time to make Y/N question if life liked to play tricks on her to test her sanity.
Seven whole days of carefully planning little encounters without looking suspicious, seven whole days of being constantly paranoid about everything you’re saying and how you’re acting, and seven whole days faking a perfect relationship with her best friend who she had a huge yet secret crush on. That was enough to make her feel like an idiot for feeding into her feelings due to this whole fake dating situation, but it was hard not to when Raul looked at her and treated her like his girl so naturally and so softly.
But she had to suck it up for this missions sake, and that’s precisely what she did.
Your heart felt at ease but you found yourself in a difficult position at the same time. Janice was definitely a person you could trust but also telling someone your secret which has been a burden ever since you realized it somehow didn't feel right. Mel never asked you why you would always back away from the topics of mates, little did she know, that blessing was taken away from you.
"Y/N, Ali and Anna in that car. Brian and me will be in this one and Shawn will be behind us." Rhea spoke pointing towards the three cars that were now standing in front of your door. The sun was going to set in a few of hours and you had to start before that. You were picking up your bag and heading towards the car but, "Y/N will be with me. All four of you can fit in the other car. Two cars would be just fine." said Shawn.
"Four of us in one car?" whined Brian. Rhea could definitely sense it and said, "He is right and hey suck up that big fat ass of yours" scolded Rhea and Brian continued to whine. "Children, I have children in my pack" said Shawn helping you with your bags and the small diversion paved a way for a smile on your face.
Janice and Paul were going to stay with Mel and Dave as Dave would need time to heal. Wolfsbane had its own effects. "Hey" Paul came and stood near you. "Hi" you said. "I know this must be too much for you and we are kinda sorr-" "I don't think its your fault. The man said he wanted me so all this ruckus is my fault so please don't blame yourself" you explained.
"I should be the one leaving" you continued. "No all of us are together in this" Janice said over-hearing the conversation. "Yeah and also take care of Shawn he has been too calm about all of this" warned Paul. He left after offering you with a reassuring smile but Janice stayed. "Y/N about the thing you told me earlier, its safe with me so don't worry" Janice calmed the insecurity in you. "Thank you" your voice was soft. "You know what the Moon Goddess has plans for all of us and I am sure she has one for you too" reassured Janice. You smiled through your pain but then "Y/N" Shawn slowly called out your name. You nodded your head and bid goodbye to Paul and Janice.
The car ride was silent but Shawn kept stealing glances and you noticed, way too many times. He pursed his lips at his embarrassment and soon you heart felt at ease at his endearing self. "Aren't you angry?" he asked. "For what?" you questioned back. "Your pizza treat got cancelled" he joked. "Yeah very" you chuckled.
"But shouldn't you be the one who is angry because of me. I mean that ma-" you trailed off when Shawn put his fingers around your hands. "I am not, trust me. Its not your fault. Do you want me to quote Paul now and hey you are supposed to take care of me you know my mood swings" he tried his level best to compress your agony. "You heard?" your eyes widened. He couldn't have had heard you speaking to Janice or did he?
"Yeah and he is right you know" he looked at you briefly before turning his attention back to the road. How does he do that? When ever he is around all of your tension just runs away as if..no that couldn't be. He could not be your mate. For goodness sake you didn't even know if you had one for that matter.
Anger and revenge corrupted his blood. Those hunters had already gotten away with killing his only best friend and now you were threatened too. Rhea who was mentally strong was taken aback. Brian who always seemed like the happy-in-all-times kid seemed scared. He had seen how worried Paul and Janice were for each other and the entire pack. Anna and Ali were completely broken too. He had to stay calm for the sake of his pack, for you.
"Hey I might know a way to make up for the pizza treat" suddenly Shawn jumped in his seat. You were shocked as you said, "Yeah and how is that?" "Our pack used to come around here for our run during the full moon. Do you want to um--uh--twjhuiewe?" his muffling words caused you to have frown on your forehead. "What?" you started laughing at his vulnerability. "COME FOR A RUN WITH ME" he finally blurted out after preparing himself. "Now?" you were surprised at the sudden suggestion or a request perhaps. "Yeah the farmhouse is nearby too and I will convince Rhea about it" he finished his sentence faster than the bees buzzing.
"Okay" Shawn whipped his head at you as if someone had granted his childhood wish. Soon you fetched your pack robe and headed towards the woods after looking at Shawn talking excitedly on the phone. "And he calls me a kid" you murmured.
You took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you woke your wolf. Your eyes snapped open and the rose gold color of your eyes worshipped the moon goddess as they glowed in the moonlight. Beautiful white fur was stirred by the soft breeze and the pack robe was around your neck. Now in your wolf form you took a deep breath in and found the familiar earthy scent. Shawn was waiting for you.
"Y/N" Your ears twitched when you heard Shawn's voice. You followed it and found a jet black wolf, bigger than you was standing majestically in the moonlight. Shawn couldn't take his golden eyes off of you. You just looked so beautiful in your wolf form. Slowly, gracefully you walked towards him. The stars in the night sky made you shine and that's when Shawn knew that he was in love.
You nudged his nose and he nestled against your neck, reminding you of his lips when he kissed you in the kitchen. "Follow me" you heard his voice as you both started running in the woods. It was magical. The cool night breeze, the moon glowing in the sky and the stars lighting up the very path was too good to be true. You didn't want the night to end. Little did you know so did Shawn.
After sometime, the both of you stopped near a tree. Shawn looked at it with remorse in his eyes. His head hung low as he watched the roots. "Connor" a plate that hung on a branch read.
Then you realized. The best friend Rhea was talking about was Connor. He was the one who was killed by the hunters. Your heart broke when you looked at Shawn. What must he have gone through? Seeing Dave lying on the floor and Mel crying was such a painful picture for you, but him? Shawn had to watch his best friend die.
You walked towards him and put your head on his neck. He curled himself in your embrace and then looked at you. No words were exchanged but your emotions said it all.
A familiar but an unfamiliar scent grabbed your attention. Shawn realized it too. "Get behind me" you heard as he growled. As your turned and looked at the wolf, you knew those eyes.
A/N: Hello guys Chapter 5 is here and its quite a mixed bag. The next chapter will unfold the real mystery so stay tunes for chp 6
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Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they’re constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they’re both secret agents, and the best team that’s ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.
Hi, this is the fourth chapter, you can find the first one here. This one’s a bit shorter but I still hope you like it anyway. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don’t feel comfortable with the contents listed on the “warnings” section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the “fic rec” hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like. Happy Reading!
*Word Count: 2.9K+.
*Warnings: cursing, jealousy, mentions of weapons (barely any), slight angst (if you squint).
Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings.
*Posted: July 22nd, 2021.
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Raul was fucked.
He learned that ages ago, but every passing day, it just seemed to get more and more fucked.
Y/N was the most beautiful girl he’s ever laid eyes on, he knew that the day he met her all those years ago, while she was still a kid like him. And as the time went on, she proved him wrong every single day, every time he looked at her, in his eyes, Y/N surpassed her own beauty and taking her own title as the pretties one. Raul knew he was a goner the first time he made her laugh, truly laugh, throwing her head back as she almost lost her breath, he knew he would have to do it all over again for the rest of his life just to hear the most beautiful melody ever created.
And maybe he was a fool, and obvious one for not even holding back whenever she was hurt or needed him. He would give Y/N anything in the world and he could be pretty reckless about it. Sure, Raul was capable of keeping it to himself all these years, even from his spy family and her, but Peter was slowly catching onto it and he knew it. There was a reason why Peter wasn’t a field agent and his not so subtle approaches only proved that right. But he honestly didn’t care, as long as he got to have her as his best friend and best girl, he didn’t give a fuck about what the rest of the world thought. He only cared about Y/N.
“Hunters?” you whispered to yourself as you froze. How is it possible? How can they have come inside the university? With all these thoughts blood rushed through your head getting your senses back to you. You ran towards Mel and Dave’s dorm and were suddenly bought to a stop. The door was ajar and the dorm was filled with an unfamiliar smell.
“Who is it?” you interrogated as you stepped in. As you stepped in the usual sweet smell was gone and was replaced by something. Something that smelled like…like blood. Was it Mel’s?
“Oh look how beautiful you have grown up to be!” you flinched at the sudden disturbance. The raspy voice was coming from the kitchen which was dark making it difficult to see the man. “Who are you? What do you want?” you asked with tears threatening to flow down your cheeks as you realized that the man was the one who reeked of blood. “Where is Mel? I swear if you have done any--” you were stopped midsentence by his hysterical laughter. “Mel? You mean Melissa? I have nothing to do with her actually I was looking for you my dear.” You took a step behind as he replaced your step by walking towards you.
“Why?” you murmured, at your question he chuckled. “I will tell you the next time I see you until then enjoy the time you have left” he said and suddenly dropped something in front of you. A body..it was Dave’s. You were shocked, too shocked to even process that the man who was standing in front you, was now gone like the wind.
“Y/N?” you shivered as Shawn stormed in. He cupped your face as screened you for any injuries. “Y/N? what happened?” he shook you through your shoulder but you were too shocked looking at Dave’s body covered with blood that had managed to pool around him. With the remaining courage you had left, you pointed towards Dave.
“DAVE!?” just on cue Mel stepped inside and ogled at the scene. “Y/N What happened?” she asked as she kneeled with a thud picking up Dave in both of her arms. The man who once was filled with love and a smile plastered on his face now lay unconscious on the ground. You stood lifelessly as you watched Mel clutch him to her chest and the blood stain her T-shirt. Brian and Rhea stepped inside with Anna and Ali following them. Mel’s T-shirt had wiped a bit of blood off of Dave’s face, enough for Ali to squat and look at all the cuts.
“He will be fine. The cuts are nowhere important.” Ali declared as she stood up. “Because they are intentional” you spoke attracting all attention to yourself. “Y/N Did you see someone?” Shawn asked while turning you to face him. You nodded and the tears that flowed through your cheek expressed how terrified you were.
“The man was looking for me. He must have been here after he realized I was not with you guys.” You looked at Shawn whose concerned eyes were now filled with anger and rage.
“It was him wasn’t it? The man with the scar who reeks of blood” Rhea asked as she wiped Dave’s blood and looked at it carefully. You nodded at her question and felt Shawn’s hands tighten around yours. It worried you, of course the situation was terrifying but it was Shawn that worried you. He was just ..too quiet.
“Wolfsbane” Mel said looking at the napkin that was in Rhea’s hands. “That’s why he’s not healing. The weapon he was attacked with was poisoned with wolfsbane.”
Dave was carried to your dorm where Anna and Ali were treating him. Mel was sitting right beside him stroking his hair and praying to be able to hold him in her hands again.
Janice and Paul looked throughout the dorm, both yours and Mel and Dave’s. Both of your pack emblems were missing. This was not common, to have pack emblem’s stolen.
“How did your pack emblem look like?” Shawn asked you calmly and his sudden calm demeanor amidst this situation freaked you out about what was going to come. You could feel the anger and frustration in his aura as you drew your pack emblem. He looked at the three mountain peaks enclosed within a circle. You couldn’t help but look at the picture of their emblem which was a spitting replica of your only upside down.
Then it hit you, you cut both your pack emblems in half and bought them together. When put like that they looked like, “Wolf’s teeth” Shawn said. “Honshū” Mel said stepping inside the room.
“That’s right uncle used to talk about it all the time.” You said reminding yourself of that moment when you, Mel and her parents would go out for a picnic and he would tell the stories Honshū wolves, how they guided the travelers when the stars were hidden by the clouds. He could go on and on about them as if he had seen them with his own eyes, but it wasn’t possible, Honshu wolves were long extinct. “We need some answers can we talk to him?” Shawn asked only to replied with Mel’s sighs.
“He is not here anymore. He is in Florida.” Mel answered. “I know where you can look for answers.” Shawn’s uncle, Mr. Ray the principal, an alpha, stepped inside your dorm. Shawn stood up and bowed followed by everyone else. Mel looked at you and you nodded as she stood one step behind you. He looked at the both of you in awe and in surprise as you greeted him with the traditional bow which your mother had thought the both of you.
“How do you know that bow?” he asked. “My mother thought both of us. She too is in Florida.” You murmured to yourself. For some reason your wolf was upset as you presented yourself to another alpha, as if you were not supposed to.
After a long discussion Mr. Ray provided the address where you supposed to go, deep in the woods. Coincidentally, your parents happen to have a farmhouse near that place. Your classes along with everyone else’s would be conducted online and everything else would be taken care of assured the principal.
After finishing up packing you sat on the porch with Janice beside you. “I have never seen Mel so shook before.” You murmured to which Janice placed a hand on your shoulder. Shawn was passing by and saw the both of you sitting together. He overheard your concern and his wolf whined over your remorseful aura. “It’s only natural they are mates after all. You will understand when you will meet yours.” Janice said. Shawn saw at your aura feel at his and left after looking at you again.
“I don’t want to meet my mate” you answered almost as quickly as Janice whipped her head to look at you. “Why?” she asked bewildered.
“Because I am already promised to someone else.” you answered.
A/N: hey guys..chap 4 is here😁. I know I am a day late and I am so sorry about that 😣😥. But chapter 5 will be uploaded this week so please don't worry. The surprise continues in the next chapter as well so please stay tuned.
A usual the requests are open so you can send them to me here.
Reader request: Shawn Mendes x (y/n). "Shawn is on tour and invites the reader to the show so he can ask her to be his girlfriend and he sings When You're Ready, but Camila shows up and the reader is convinced that it's for C and not for her."
Word Count: ~3.7
Notes: Mostly fluff with brief moments of angst, and a smut ending.
Warnings: NSFW
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(Y/n) stood at baggage claim at LAX, waiting for her blush-colored suitcase to roll by on the carousel. She was going to be in California for almost a week. Why? Well, her best friend was Shawn Mendes and he was currently on tour. He was missing her something fierce, he had said, and he wanted her to come see him.
Shawn had two sold out shows, consecutive nights, at the Staples Center followed by a show in San Francisco three days later, so why not make a week of it? His idea, but the second he mentioned it she was on board. She’d figure it out, find a way to make it work.
Any time she got to spend with him was both treasured and torturous. But she would go through the pain and heartache over and over again if it meant nearly a week with her most favorite person.
See, the thing was, (y/n) had been in love with Shawn for nearly as long as she had known him.
~ * ~
After retrieving her bag, (y/n) went in search of her driver. Shawn had said he or she would be holding a sign with her name on it. Shawn had a few interviews to do that morning, so (y/n) would be taken to his hotel to wait for him to finish, and then they’d have the entire afternoon and evening to spend together.
Aside from the aforementioned interviews, this was a day off for Shawn and he wanted to make the most of it because the Staples Center shows were the following two nights, and there wouldn’t be much down time during the days with soundchecks, meet and greets, and Q&As before showtime. Fortunately they would have more time to spend together between LA and San Francisco.
(Y/n) located her driver, who smiled brightly and introduced himself as John. He took her bag and engaged her in friendly chatter as he led her toward an idling Range Rover.
Who left a vehicle like this idling curbside at the airport?
John opened the rear passenger door for her with a knowing grin. (Y/n) started to climb in before she even noticed him.
“Shawn!” She almost tipped over into his lap reaching across the seat to hug him.
“Surprise, babe!” he chuckled into her ear.
“You’re here!”
“I’m sorry I didn’t collect you myself, but as much as I love my fans, I didn’t want to get stuck here for a half an hour taking selfies.”
“I thought you were in interviews all morning.”
“I was. I was hoping to come with John to pick you up, but I honestly didn’t know how long all the interviews were going to take so I didn’t want you to be disappointed if I said I would be here but then wasn’t.”
He was always so thoughtful; it was one of the many, many things (y/n) loved about him. She linked her hand with his between them, squeezed, and smiled. “I missed you.”
With a grin, he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Missed you, too. So much. I’m so happy you’re here,” he breathed.
~ * ~
The day flew by way too quickly.
Once Shawn got (y/n) checked in and settled at the hotel, in a room that adjoined his, they grabbed lunch at one of Shawn’s favorite places.
It was (y/n)’s first ever visit to Los Angeles. Shawn had asked her if there were any specific things that were on her must do/see list, and he’d take care of everything.
They visited the Griffith Observatory, and strolled down the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
(Y/n) thought, and Shawn agreed, that too much attention might be drawn to them if he was spotted along Venice Beach or the Santa Monica Pier, as he had already been approached a few times during their activities earlier in the day. (Y/n) had been understanding and supportive of him spending a few minutes chatting with his fans and taking photos. She actually took a few of the photos herself.
Another day, he promised.
Instead, they spent a good part of the late afternoon and early evening at the Getty Center Museum.
They had dinner in Little Tokyo, followed by drinks at a tiki bar. Only one for (y/n) because she was a lightweight and tiki drinks were known to be quite strong. Shawn stopped after two, as he had a full day the next day and didn’t want to risk waking up with a hangover.
Back at the hotel, freshly showered, in pajamas, and in Shawn’s room, stretched out on his king-sized bed, Shawn and (y/n) ordered something from room service to share.
Even though they had chosen a movie to watch, they were too busy talking and laughing to pay much attention to the television.
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Staples Center, Day One, had (y/n) immersed in the thick of things with Shawn, his band, and his crew. She knew only a few of them and was introduced to many more. Her laminated pass was the same as what everyone else had, giving her access to anything and anywhere she wished.
She soaked up as much as possible.
Shawn didn’t always attend soundcheck with his band, but for (y/n) he definitely wanted to be there so she could fully experience it. She stayed backstage, chatting with Shawn’s people while he did his meet and greet photos. She sat in on his Q&A session but stayed unobtrusively toward the back of the room. She could talk to him whenever she wanted; this was his fans’ time with him.
The concert was unbelievable, as (y/n) knew it would be. Shawn always left his heart and gratitude on stage.
That night they were in (y/n)’s room, she on one of the doubles, Shawn in the other. He was still a little high on adrenaline, asking her how she enjoyed the day, and especially how she enjoyed the show.
She knew it wouldn’t be long before he completely crashed out. When he did, he was still in her room.
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Staples Center, Day Two, was much the same, although they started the day with Shawn dragging (y/n) to the gym to work out with him. They also skipped soundcheck to get lost together in the backstage corridors.
The closer it came to showtime, the more anxious Shawn seemed to get. He had a different vibe about him than he had the night before.
While eating dinner, (y/n) asked him if everything was alright. He assured her everything was amazing; it just felt like something big was about to happen and he hoped it would turn out to be a good kind of big.
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Again, the show was absolutely incredible, although after the song he normally ended with, before acknowledging his band and going into the encore, he tried to quiet the deafening audience with a finger pressed against his lips.
Of course, it was futile. He just laughed, somewhat nervously, and said, “This song is for someone very special to me. Someone who is here tonight. I want her to know how I feel about her...”
That seemed to get everyone’s attention.
Shawn found (y/n) in the audience, met her eyes, and smiled adoringly.
Maybe I had too many drinks
But that's just what I needed
I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited
When I look across the room, and you're staring right back at me
Like somebody told a joke and we're the only ones laughin'
(Y/n)’s heart started thumping. He couldn’t be singing this for her, could he...? He had never expressed any interest in her as more than a friend. Had he?
Don't know why I tried
'Cause ain't nobody like you
Familiar disappointment every single time I do
Every single night my arms are not around you
My mind's still wrapped around you
A couple of girls beside (y/n) bent their heads together and pointed to something or someone standing to the side of the stage. Shawn seemed to notice, as she had, and looked toward the side stage.
She followed his line of vision to see Camila standing there, beaming brightly. She put her fingertips to her lips and blew him a big kiss.
(Y/n) didn’t notice, over the dizzying blood rush in her head, that Shawn seemed to stumble a little through the chorus.
Baby, tell me when you're ready
I'm waitin'
Baby, any time you're ready
I'm waitin'
Even ten years from now
If you haven't found somebody
I promise, I'll be around
Tell me when you're ready
I'm waitin'
He glanced once more toward Camila, but just as quickly his smile settled again in (y/n)’s direction. His voice steadied and grew stronger.
What if my dad is right
When he says that you're the one
No, I can't even argue
I won't even fight him on it
Call you when it's late
And I know that you're in bed
'Cause I'm three hours back
Seems like you're always six ahead
(Y/n) smiled back, although it seemed more reflexive than genuine, as her heart was currently crumbling to pieces. She tried her hardest to be happy for her best friend and the woman he was currently confessing his feelings for, on stage, in front of everyone.
Don't know why I tried
'Cause ain't nobody like you
Familiar disappointment every single time I do
Every single night my arms are not around you
My mind's still wrapped around you
Baby, tell me when you're ready
I'm waitin'
Baby, any time you're ready
I'm waitin'
Even ten years from now
If you haven't found somebody
I promise, I'll be around
Tell me when you're ready
I'm waitin', yeah
And if I have to, I'll wait forever
Say the word and I'll change my plans
Yeah, you know that we fit together
I know your heart like the back of my hand...
Before the song ended, overwhelmed, unable to continue her façade, (y/n) had slipped from the crowd and backstage.
She wasn’t sure where to go once she was backstage. She was fighting back tears, so her vision was blurry, but she didn’t want to stop to ask anyone how to get out of the venue because they might ask why she was crying and then it would all turn into one big mess.
A voice from behind her asked, “You’re Shawn’s friend, right? Are you looking for his dressing room?” Was she? Would she be able to face him after his encore and bows?
“Yes, please,” she found herself answering.
“End of the corridor, turn right, first door on the left.”
(Y/n) nodded her thanks and began to follow the directions she was given. She wasn’t sure if it would be the first or last place anyone would be looking for her.
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Shawn burst into his dressing room, out of breath from the end of his show and running around looking for (y/n). Incredibly relieved to see her, he gasped, “Are you okay? What happened?? You just disappeared!”
“I’m sorry. I just needed a few minutes.”
“In the middle of the most important song of the night?”
Her voice cracked. “I said I was sorry.” And she was. She should have stayed till the end. “I was caught off guard.”
“Oh no, babe. Shit! I’m sorry, (y/n). I overwhelmed you, didn’t I? I shouldn’t have made it so public. It should have been a private conversation. Forgive me?” he whispered.
“Of course. You’re my best friend and I’m happy for you,” she smiled softly, truly. And she was. His happiness meant more to her than anything else. It was just going to take some time to refortify her heart. “I wish you and Camila the best.”
“Camila?” Little wrinkles formed between his eyebrows. “What are you talking about?”
“What do you mean, what am I talking about?” she puffed.
Suddenly Shawn started laughing.
(Y/n) placed her hands in the center of his chest and pushed him away, unamused.
He caught her wrists and pulled her to him. “I wasn’t singing that song for her.” He placed her hands over his heart and covered them with his own. “I was singing it for you, my beautiful, clueless, wonderful, precious love.”
“What?” she exhaled.
“I finished singing and looked for your eyes, only to find you gone.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
“I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend. Not Camila. You, (y/n). In front of the entire Staples Center audience. Why did you think I wanted Camila?”
“You kept looking at her side stage.”
“I glanced at her twice,” he contended, lightheartedly. “I was surprised. I didn’t expect her to be here tonight. It’s true that she recently told me she has deeper feelings for me-”
“And you have always had feelings for her.”
“I had feelings for her. Past tense. Before I met you. Are you really arguing with me about how I feel about you?” he smirked.
“But you didn’t sing that song last night, when Camila wasn’t here.”
“You are!” he laughed again.
“Stop laughing!” she exclaimed, unable to stop herself from giggling, her heart blooming with hope. She then whispered, “Did you really mean it?”
“Oh, darling...
“If I had professed my feelings last night and you had turned me down, I don’t think I would have been able to get through tonight. Telling you tonight, when there were three days before San Francisco, would have either given us time to disappear together for a few days, or would have given me time to sort myself out if you didn’t want me the way I want you.
“Please tell me you want me.”
(Y/n) wanted to scream, yes, I want you!, but instead she teased, trying to keep a straight face, “I don’t know. Any boyfriend of mine has to be a good kisser. Are you a good kisser?”
“I am a fantastic kisser,” he grinned. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and slid his hand to the nape of her neck.
“Prove it.”
His other hand circled her waist, fell against the small of her back. He leaned in, watched her eyelids flutter, then close, and gently guided her lips to his.
She had imagined this moment for so long but it was much more than she had ever expected. Thousands of thoughts were forced away to make room for one single idea. How could one kiss cause the world to fall away around her?
“Shawn,” she said, breathless, easing away.
“Still proving it,” he murmured. He softly licked at the seam of her lips, and when she responded he deepened their kiss. Her heart was pounding, and she was warm from head to toe. She felt his tongue meet hers and her entire body began to hum.
Their knees were weak when their lips separated.
Shawn touched his nose to hers. “Well...?”
“I will be more than happy to kiss you all night long, but only after you take a shower,” she giggled.
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(Y/n) knocked on the adjoining door. She didn’t wait for a response before letting herself through.
Shawn was leaning against the dresser, partly sitting on it, phone to his ear, wearing nothing but baggy, cotton pajama pants. His chest and feet were bare. By his side of the conversation, (y/n) grasped that they were talking about the plan for the days leading up to San Francisco.
He held his hand out to her in invitation. His legs fell open and she automatically moved into the V they made. He ended his call, set his cell aside, and placed his large hands on her hips.
“So, about what you said... Something about kissing me all night long?”
She moved even closer to him. One of her hands curled around the back of his neck, the other tangled in his still damp curls. The roughened pads of his thumbs caressed the bare, soft skin just above the waistband of her pajama shorts.
She kissed him, tenderly at first, and then with growing intensity. He gently bit her top lip, sucked it, her teeth tugged on his lower lip. His kiss was determined and sent her head spinning. She began to tremble as she clung to him.
Shawn’s lips slowed and softened; he eased away and breathed, “I’ve already waited so long; we can take our time.” He slid his hands further up (y/n)’s sides, under her shirt. “We don’t have to rush into anything. I can wait for you.” She felt his thumbs brush either side of her breasts.
She started trailing tiny kisses from his chin up along his jawline before touching the tip of her tongue to the lobe of his ear. “I don’t want to wait,” she purred.
“Oh, thank God,” he groaned before again pressing hungry lips to hers.
She responded without hesitation.
Her hands trailed down his chest and to his sides, her fingers playing over the ripples of his stomach. She brushed her knuckles against the start of his arousal and his breath hitched, cupped him through thin cotton.
He arched his pelvis against the heat of her palm and she heard a low, rumbling moan from the back of his throat. He tangled a hand in her hair, tugged gently. He bit down on the skin of her clavicle, sucked, soothed it with his tongue.
She pulled away from his mouth. “Shawn!” she scolded, playfully, chuckled, “You’re going to leave a mark!”
“Good. Show everyone you’re mine. Mark you everywhere. But this,” he smirked, kissing the already purpling bloom, “will be the only one people can see.”
“Fuck,” she sighed. His claim on her made a shiver trickle up her spine.
“If you insist,” he grinned, smugly.
Feeling bold and sexy, she hooked a fingertip in the waistband of his pajama bottoms and starting walking backward. He stood to his full height and followed.
(Y/n) felt the backs of her legs hit the mattress. With fluid movement, she slid her shorts down, stepped out of them, and pulled her camisole up and over her head. She stood before him in small lace panties, breasts bare, nipples tight.
The way he looked upon her made her blood thrum, her body flush. He licked his lips, bit softly on the fuller, lower one.
His hand reached out and cupped one of her breasts. He gently tugged at her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Instinctively, her hand slipped between her legs, at her core, and she rubbed herself through the damp lace. His nostrils flared when he caught the scent of her arousal. He whimpered, her name falling like a prayer from his lips.
“I wanna see you,” (y/n) purred.
Obeying, oh so eagerly, Shawn pushed his pants down, over his ass, off, his cock bouncing free, filling, curling up toward his stomach right before her eyes. He wrapped thumb and forefinger around the base, his other fingers pressed flush against his scrotum.
“Been thinking about me like this?” he hummed.
Yes. God, yes. Maybe one day she would tell him just how much. It was her turn to lick her lips and bite the lower one.
They fell together onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and with a crash of lips. When they separated to catch their breath, (y/n) reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.
“Nuh-uh, Sugar,” Shawn rasped. “Waited too long for this.” Voice rough with desire he sang softly, “I wanna love you with the lights on, keep you up all night long... Darling, I wanna see every inch of you, I get lost in the way you move...”
She might have giggled if her panties weren’t being drawn down over her hips, if calloused fingertips hadn’t begun to dance along soft, hot, electrified skin, lips and tongue following.
He took a dusky, peaked nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, hands grasping at the sheets at her sides, and moaned softly. He sucked her other nipple into his mouth, tasting, humming.
“Shawn,” she whined, moving a hand to tangle it in his dark curls, tugging him away from her breasts.
“Tell me what you want, Love.”
“I want you. I need you,” she pleaded.
“What was that?”
“Fuck me, Shawn.”
“Mm... Since you asked so sweetly,” he smirked, stroking his cock. He rolled on a condom and moved to rest between her legs.
She reached between them, taking him in her hand, and he shuddered. She wanted to feel the moment he slid into her. He let her guide him. Their eyes met and held, bodies drew together, foreheads touched. She groaned with deep satisfaction into his mouth as she adjusted to his girth and length.
He wheezed, stilled as he bottomed out. She was so tight around him that if he began to move in that moment it would be over too soon.
“You okay there, Mendes?” she purred and imperceptibly tightened her legs around his waist.
“Oh God.” That tiny shift was almost too much. “You feel so good. Too good,” he mumbled. “I need a minute.” His arms on either side of her, holding his weight above her, he buried his lips in the crook of her neck, centered on the scent of her skin as he salvaged control.
One hand again tangled in in his hair, the other stroked the skin of his upper back.
“Okayokay,” he mumbled, and he began to rock into her, slow... rhythmic... deep.
She gasped when the pebbled nubs of her breasts brushed against his taut nipples. Her whimpers and groans mingled with his rumbles and moans. She was torn between closing her eyes and wanting to watch his face as warmth and pleasure coursed through her.
He wanted her to climax before him. Wanted to watch her fall apart beneath him.
He knew she was nearly there when she began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea. The tide came all the way up; he was caught in the rush. And then the knot at the root of his cock dissolved in fire and he was falling fast, craving the feel of her so close to him, unsure where he ended and she began.
Y/N and Raul have been friends ever since they could remember. And falling in love with your best friend can be pretty tricky and messy 99% of the times, add that to the fact they’re constantly risking their lives side by side on the field since they’re both secret agents, and the best team that’s ever existed. Perfect recipe for disaster.
Hi, this is the third chapter of this series, you can find the first one here. Please read the warnings on this one, if you don’t feel comfortable with the contents listed on the “warnings” section, please read something else, there are a lot of other works on my masterlist and on the “fic rec” hashtag on my blog. Please give me some feedback and I hope you guys like.
Happy Reading!
*Word Count: 4.1K+
*Warnings: cursing, probably wrong tips about physical fighting (I’m sorry, I know shit about it!), therefore mentions of physical fight (only training though), jealousy if you squint.
Please don’t read it if any of this subjects make you uncomfortable, feel free to check my masterlist for other writings.
*Posted: July 15th, 2021.
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Y/N wishes she could punch Raul’s perfectly aligned teeth and annoying smirk away.
Ever since their mission was announced a couple of days ago, Raul made her work out hard, harder than she’s been doing for a while. It’s not like she was in a bad shape, she couldn’t exactly avoid training being constantly sent on field missions. But since she normally stood on a far safe distance, she didn’t need to run 10 miles everyday on the treadmill or on the streets -which was her best friend’s preferred spot since the terrain was irregular and they had to be alert every single minute so they don’t end up being hit by a car. And that’s precisely what he made her do.
They had to be at work at 8:00 a.m. every day, so Raul picked her up at 5:30 so they could have breakfast before their run, she’d then curse him on the way back to her apartment so they could get ready. He would only laugh at her, promising it would be worth it. Then they’d go into a meeting to discuss final details with the people they picked to form their team. After a long meeting arranging mostly details and cover up stories, they’d go to lunch, only to come back and train using the new gear, shooting and physical fight. The group had to be ready to face pretty much everything imaginable, the risk of this mission was like no other Y/N could remember, so they had to be the best of the best.
So yeah, maybe Raul was just being careful, but she was sure he was only finding new ways to torture her.
You got up a little late than you usually do. Of course because you slept late the previous night. After lazily dragging yourself out of the comfort of your blankets you walked up to your bathroom.
You were looking in the mirror while brushing your teeth when “I knew you were there” someone whispered in your ears. You flinched at the sudden voice and looked around you. There was no one else in there. You looked at yourself in the mirror and that’s when the events of the previous night flood your thoughts.
You swear you could still feel Shawn’s lingering touches on your skin. His plush pinks that left their impressions on your skin when he dragged his lips on your neck. The way he held you tightly to his chest and pressed you against the kitchen counter. How soft his lips felt on yours, you thought as you were touching your lips and then clumsily you swallowed some toothpaste.
The sour stingy flavor of the toothpaste was enough to put brakes onto your train of thoughts. You spat out the toothpaste, washed your face and looked in the mirror again. “Geez woman get yourself together” you said to yourself.
You went towards the kitchen to cook breakfast for everybody. You got some bread and bacon strips from the fridge and lit the stove to heat the pan and put some bacon strips on them. You suddenly stopped your movements when you realized where you were. It was right here. You could almost feel Shawn right behind you, grabbing you and pinning you against the kitchen counter. His heavy pants between his breaths that sent a shiver down your spine, his… “ahh stop” you grunted as loud as you could to stop your thoughts.
“oh! Sorry I-These looked cooked so I picked them up” Brian said with a piece of bacon in his mouth and another strip in his hand. He thought you were telling him to stop eating. Oh poor fellow. You closed your eyes and sighed and continued, ”I am sorry. I was not talking to you. I don’t know what’s up with me today” You apologized and Brian continued chewing the piece of bacon in his mouth and shoved another one. Slowly everyone started gathering around the dining table as you put the dishes on the table. Earlier you could blame the voice in your voice, his voice on your lethargy. But now? Now you could blame it on your hunger. Maybe you were just hearing things because you were hungry. So you took a seat next to Brian as you munched your toast.
“Is there some left for me?” You heard as Shawn made his way down the stairs. Everyone looked towards him in astonishment. Judging by their looks you assumed he didn’t take his breakfast with them. “Yeah there are a couple of bacon strips and few pieces of toast I hid from Brian.” Janice answered as she pointed the direction where she had kept them. You got up to bring him a plate and his hands brushed your fingers as he grabbed them from your grasp.
The entire time you were at the table you could feel Shawn’s gaze on you. Unlike other times it wasn’t weird. For once it was comforting and warm. You kept your eyes down the whole time. Maybe stole glances every now and then but it was not that awkward as you thought it would be. Or so you thought.
You were heading towards your class when you saw Mel and Dave. It was only right for them to know so you told them everything. “So you both made out?” Mel screeched and Dave gawked at you. “I thought I told you to stay out of his way.” Dave finally spoke. “What no, we didn’t make out I don’t know what it was okay? I have been hearing voices, his voice the entire morning and I am going crazy over it.” You finally took a breath as you slowed down. Mel and Dave exchanged glances at that particular detail. “You heard his voice? in your head I mean?” Dave asked you. “Yeah, not only his voice even his touches. I could feel them.” You murmured. “it’s funny really, the same thing happened to me when I met Dave and then I realized that he is my m—Shawn?” Mel suddenly stopped midway. “You realized Dave was your Shawn?” you repeated her sentence in confusion and knitted eyebrows. Dave held you and turned you backwards and your brain processed Shawn was right behind you.
“Talking about me are we?” he smiled teasingly. “No why would we talk about you?” you blurted out tearing your eyes away from him. Looking anywhere, at anything but him. “Oh really?” he asked as if he caught you and you pouted at his question. “Are you a pup? stop pouting.” He said as he clutched your lips together with his fingers. Even Mel and Dave couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“Here” he said while handing you over a caramel frappe with extra whipped cream. You looked at it and then at him before taking it away. “Such a pup” he said as he turned towards Mel and Dave. “I am a pup? With all due respect I am not the one with a cup full of whipped cream.” You said nudging towards his cup in his hand that he tried to hide.
“Who said I was gonna eat it?” he asked quirking his eyebrow at you. You made a disgusted face as you realized what he was talking about. “I am kidding. As I said, a pup” he whispered as he patted your hair. You looked at him in wonder. The way he smiles, the way his eyes turn into crescent moons, it’s way too endearing. You couldn’t help but chuckle at that. You started walking towards your class while Mel and Dave talked to Shawn. You turned and looked behind only to find Mel and Dave in surprise when Shawn told them something, whereas Shawn he was still looking at you.
The day went well and as usual you found yourself heading towards the library. You had to fetch the book that you had left yesterday. You started looking for it and luckily no one had gotten it issued. “Hey pup” you heard when you opened the book. You ignored it as you were just not having it with your mind today. “Hey?” you heard the voice again. Is the book? You bought the book to your ears. You felt someone stroke your hair.
It was Shawn, he was right behind you. “Oh! It’s you.” You clutched the book to your chest. He leaned on the book shelve, caging you. “Why are you here? Don’t you have ‘other’ things to do? Isn’t someone available?” You asked as you turned your back on him.
“It’s not them who I want” he whispered. “what?” you asked to confirm if what you heard what right. “I-I m-mean not in the mood” he said looking away.
“Listen about yesterday--” you stopped him mid-sentence. “You already apologized with the caramel frappe. Look I am an easy person, free food is the best way to apologize. PERIOD” You blurted out. He smiled at your innocence.
“But that’s not how I apologize” he said stepping away. You gave him your cartoon eyes when he realized what you thought. “No no not in that way. Do you think if we could go out somewhere?” he asked as he rubbed the backside of his neck. “Both of us?” he added.
You thought about it, genuinely. Maybe it’s the best way to kick the nervousness and awkwardness out. “only if it’s a pizza treat.” You told him only to have him smile at you.
You talked for a while. The librarian had to warn you a couple of time because of the giggles and laughter. The other students were gossiping that Shawn, Shawn Mendes was giggling and with a girl at that. And that’s when you heard it.
“APLHA!!!!!” Anna yelled in fear. Shawn immediately stopped talking and his jaw contorted. Both of you looked at each other in confusion, but Shawn knew.
“What? What is it?” you asked in tension. “Get Mel and Dave, NOW” he commanded. You refused to move and your aura changed at his commanding gesture. “Shawn what is it?” your alpha wolf had taken over on the mention of your pack member and her mate.
“Hunters” Shawn said before moving out of the library.
Hello! Can you write a fic where Shawn and Y/n were childhood friends who always had feelings for one another but never acted on it, Shawn is a werewolf and Y/n can be any supernatural being. They're mates but before they get to learn about that, that is when they're 18 or something, Y/n leaves the town for some reason after shawn and Y/n had a little fall out and basically the story is like...she comes back to town and they fic their relationship and stuff... Its a weird request I know😭😭😭 can this possibly be a story?
Your request is my command my dear anonymous..I don't see why can't it be a story...your request is beautiful. 😊😉
You were eight when you moved to a new town. It may look like an ordinary town but it wasn't. It was an ordinary town, only full of werewolves.
Like any other kid you were excited for your first day. You got up early that day brushed your teeth, used your favorite shampoo and especially no tantrums while eating your breakfast. Your father looked wide eyed at you shoving food down your throat. Well getting you to eat was his job and he was painfully aware as to how difficult that would be. But today was different.
You looked like a happy pumpkin bouncing on the streets. Your mother couldn't help smile when your father looked at her while scrunching his nose to point how adorable you looked. Your father warned you that the school here might be different from what you had earlier. You nodded your head as he walked you to the school.
Being different was not a problem but being the only one who was different might be a tricky situation. Your entire class was full of werewolves. Naturally you attracted some attention to yourself. You felt shy when their eyes dug into your soul. But there was this one guy, all smiles. He wouldn't stop smiling at you. After some time it became contagious. You couldn't help but smile too. So you decided to sit next to him.
During the break, he turned to you with a butterfly origami and put it on your table. "Hey my name is Shawn. You are going to be my best friend. Deal?" he said as he extended the butterfly to you. You chuckled as to how hard he was trying to hide his authorative nature. "Deal, my name is Y/N." you said as you took the butterfly and looked at it.
As the years went by, you grew up to be just like Shawn. When other girls were busy gossiping about others, you were interested in basketball. Most girls would wear tight fitting dresses, comfy jeans and sweatshirts were your best-friends, and only God knows how may of them would be Shawn's. That guy loved seeing you in his T-shirts.
"Would you be there?" you asked as you looked at the night sky while the both of you laid on the grass. "Have I never?" he nudged your nose, referring to your tournament that you had the next day. "No and that's why I love you." you said with ease not knowing what it meant. He looked towards your direction and smiled a bit. The only thing that hadn't changed was his smile. He had smooth golden skin with a well built body, with curls dangling on his forehead. His golden eyes that shun in the moonlight and a jaw line so sharp it could cut through paper. He could easily be the most attractive guy you had ever seen. You weren't the only one who found him attractive though.
Girls ogled at him when walked through the halls. But he never had eyes for any of them. He should be out there socializing with people as he was going to be a part of pack elections. "You are special" he would say every time you asked him why were you the only person in school he ever hanged out with.
On the day of the tournament, you were standing inside the court as you looked for Shawn. He was there with his girlfriend, Kate who was only busy showing him off on her instagram. "All the best! pumpkin" Shawn mouthed, "Ice cream later. Deal?" you mouthed him back. he laughed and said, "Deal."
The game began with a whistle and the ball with your team members. They passed it to you and bam! shot. The crowd roared when the ball went inside the hoop. Minute after minute hoops were being scored and your team could practically smell victory. All those months of practice came down to a penalty shot. There you stood, dribbling the ball and aimed for the hoop. Before shooting you looked at Shawn who smiled at you in reassurance. The crowd was on their heels when the ball went through the hoop. Your team members had engulfed you when the whistle blew. You looked for Shawn to tell him that the ice cream would be his treat but then you saw him.
His lips were locked with Kate's. They were kissing each other so passionately as if they were always meant to be. Then it struck you, Shawn had a mate. A person who has waited all their life for Shawn and just because you liked him, you couldn't hold on to him forever. He was not meant to be yours.
You didn't realize when you sunk in the crowd and took an exit. You plunged on your bed, just staring at your ceiling. You ignored Shawn's messages and calls as you switched off your phone.
"Honey bear? All good?" your mother asked you as she took a seat next to yours. "Yeah, mom just tired" you got up sitting on your bed. "Oh come on, tell me." she enquired as she caressed your head.
"Mom--" you trailed off as she stopped you mid-sentence. "Shawn kissed a girl?" your mother asked with astonishment. "How did you know?" you questioned back, wide eyed.
"I am a witch Y/N." she said uninterestingly. You talked to your mother about the entire incident and your feelings towards Shawn. Your mother smiled and told you that maybe you should take a break.
"Take a break?" you squealed. "Y/N you are 17, you have to train how to control your powers. What if you just put a curse on someone or what if you start hearing people's thoughts? That can be very disturbing trust me." your mother explained. You were shocked but this seemed to be a perfect idea to get away from these things, to think where you stood with Shawn, to get things back to normal.
Your family helped you pack your stuff and you still hadn't talked to Shawn. You were gonna go for a year, complete you high school online and Shawn should know this but you knew you wouldn't be able to leave after you meet him. So you decided to leave just like that. You clutched your hoody, Shawn's hoody as you passed through his house. All those ice cream treats, treks, knowing each other's breakfast order by heart, all those origami pieces Shawn made for you that you had kept safely in a box under your bed they had to mean something. They meant a lot to you and you had to know if they meant to him as well.
Shawn was worried. you hadn't talked to him for three days. He decided to talk to you in school but when he saw your mother emptying your belongings in a bag, he rushed to ask her what was going on.
Before he could even begin your mother said, "You should have told her Shawn." she turned to face him. "Mrs. L/N if this is about the kiss-" "you should have told her you both are mates." she stopped Shawn while he was speaking. "Where is she?" he asked with desperation in his voice. "She left for her training. You wouldn't be seeing each other for a year" you mother explained. It was very painful for her to watch the evergreen smile which adorned Shawn's face disappear.
Although he was confident you would come back to him. After all you were mates for a reason. He dated girls in school just to stop malicious rumors about him and he didn't like how girls threw themselves in front of him. So he dated girls just for a distraction. It was going to be a hell of a year. Little did he know it was going to be even worse of you.
You practiced during the day endlessly. Spent your days in the library. But it wasn't the day that was trouble. Ever since you had left Shawn's embrace your peaceful nights were replaced by visions. Visions full of memories that weren't even yours. Memories of Shawn, how would it be to have him in your life forever. They were dreams in some sort of way but it hurt too much, imagining something to be yours when you knew that something, someone wasn't supposed to be.
A year passed away dreadfully. Every day it was Shawn in your head and half way across the town you were in his. When you saw your mother after an year, you hid yourself in her embrace. She brushed her hand through your hair, which had grown longer. Funny how the time had passed getting the feminine side of yours. What freaked you out was looked exactly like the person in your visions.
The town looked exactly the same as if you had travelled back in time. You opened the car's window to breathe in the delicate fragrance of wet grass and you sensed him. His earthy smell, his warm embrace. You breathed in the familiar smell as you stepped down the car. One year of feelings, tears that you had held back in you gave up and wet your pink tinted cheeks. You started following the smell and you knew exactly where it headed, to the lawn where Shawn and you spent your evenings together. Could you ever forget it? No because you loved him with all your heart.
Then you saw him. It was like your vision had come alive. His hair grew longer which rustled as the wind blew. The moment he caught your scent he turned to you and the next moment you were running towards him. He held you as if you would disappear the next moment if he didn't.
"Y/N I am sor--" he said and you cut him off. "Shh, Don't say anything." you whispered through your tears. you loved the man who was always there for you. All this time when you thought it was just a crush it wasn't. You were ready to tell him you lo--
"I love you" he suddenly said making you flinch. "You were going to say that weren't you?" he smiled as he brushed his hands through your hair. "How did you?" you gawked at him. He nudged your nose as he said, "You are my mate Y/N. I have known this since the moment I saw you. I have been having visions of you since. I love you and I always have and always will and nothing, no one can change that. " he whispered as he reached the end of his sentence.
He kissed you as he cupped his cheeks. The moment his lips touched yours, you closed your eyes and saw a little girl playing in Shawn's arms. Shawn saw it too and the tears that shun like diamonds flew down his cheeks. Never breaking the kiss he caressed your cheeks. That's when you knew they weren't just memories they were visions of your future together that you would share. You looked at him filled your heart with his embrace.
"You still owe me that ice cream treat." you chuckled as you coiled your arms around his waist.
A/N: Oh what a beautiful request . You guys are so creative with your plots, it just makes me so happy. there are a lot of werewolf fics which are similar to this plot but this request bars was new in its own way. Thank you for letting me write this and i hope my dear anonymous finds this fic satisfying.
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You couldn’t help but stare at the cashier on account of the name. Why would Shawn do that? How did he know you liked whipped cream more than the actual frappe? You were bewildered but a small smile crept on to your face painting your cheeks a light tint of pink. The same smile helped you carry yourself outside the café.
“Oh my eyes have been blessed. Are you blushing?” teased Mel. You realized and scolded yourself for letting her see that, you knew she wouldn’t let it go so easily, not without her CBI mode.
“What!? No are you insane? A-Also w-w-when were you about to tell me about your mate, huh, how can you not tell me that?” you tried changing the topic and genuinely asking her about the situation. The same tint of pink that was on your face was transferred to her’s on the sudden mention of the question.
“Well about that, I was gonna tell you but I had to be sure myself. I didn’t want it to be a bluff and disappoint everyone including myself. ” Mel explained. You nodded and understood her point as well. The both of you were on your way to your respective classes and that’s when you heard it.
*THUD THUD crowd gasping* a small circle had formed near the amphitheater. Curiously you looked over to Mel who tried to hold on to your hand stopping you from going that way but you dragged her anyways. Your jaw fell as the scene unfolded before your eyes. There stood Shawn beating the hell out of the other alpha who you didn’t know. If even you did, you would have a hard time to recognize because of all the blood and cuts all over his face and T-shirt.
Punch after punch, Shawn showed him no mercy. You couldn’t help but gasp. Suddenly he hault his movements and looked at you. You could feel Mel shudder at his glance, even though it was for you. His dark brown eyes were replaced with anger filled golden color eyes. You couldn’t believe he was the same guy who bought you coffee this morning. There was a smirk on his face now as he raised his hand yet again but this time leaving the alpha unconscious. He fell on the ground lifeless and Shawn was looking at you as if he was proud of it. You frowned and dragged Mel with you wishing you would have listened to her earlier and simply left for your class. But on the other hand were thankful to have seen Shawn’s this side.
The rest of your day went by like a nightmare. You couldn’t get Shawn’s smirk out of your mind and you were disgusted that you ever let him make you feel weak both in your mind and in your heart. You found Ali’s words contradicting and felt ashamed of letting your guard down around a person like Shawn.
You met Mel and Dave during your break and made a point to ask her about it, about Shawn. “Do you know him?” you made sure your voice was low as you asked Mel. Her eyes shot up at you and back to her mate, Dave as if she was expecting you to ask her about it, but nonetheless she still tried to dodge the question, “K-know who exactly?”.
“Shawn, he is in your class isn’t he?” you asked both of them without worrying over the consequences. Mel realized her dodging was no use so she decided to answer you.
“Yeah I do. He is the most short tempered guy you would ever see in your life. He is a player, must have slept with almost half of the girls on the campus. The principal is his uncle so no one dares speak against him. If they do, you saw the picture today.” Mel sounded happy to get over the topic but Dave calmed her down. You flinched when you saw Dave touching her but soon reminded yourself that they were mates and you had to get yourself comfortable with it.
Dave saw your uncomfortable stature and gave you a comfortable smile and said, “and that’s exactly why you must keep yourself out of his attention.” “Was he always like this? Did something happen?” you asked concerned over this topic.
“Yeah something did happen and it wasn’t his fault.” You turned back when you heard Rhea’s voice. Rhea took a seat by your side followed by Brian, Anna and Ali. Dave and Mel scooted over to make enough space for Paul and Janice.
“Can you tell me about it? I mean if only it’s okay, I understand it’s you pack thing and I don--” you were cut off by Brian. “It’s ok Y/N, you live with us and besides everybody knows about it.” He scanned over the entire cafeteria.
“Last year Shawn met a girl in a bar right around the curb.” Janice started explaining about the incident. “Shawn fell for her over the seven months they knew each other and he also thought she might as well be his mate. He sounded so sure of it. All of us were genuinely happy for him and welcomed her into the pack. Shawn shared everything with her even the pack meeting details.” Brian scoffed at the particular detail.
“Everything was fine but suddenly one day our pack was attacked by hunters. They knew everything somehow, the pack formations, safe houses, everything.” Rhea continued. “The girl Shawn brought with him was one of the hunters.” Paul informed you. “We lost a pack member that day, Shawn’s best friend. From that day onwards we have been staying on the campus because its safe and..” Anna trailed off.
“and what about the rest of your pack?” you questioned softly. “They are scattered all over Quebec all the way to Toronto. It’s safer that way.” Rhea finished. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
“Shawn wasn’t always like this you know. He was a ball of joy. He would love to talk to people, sing his heart out and understand people and after all this he--”
“--he stopped believing people and blamed himself.” You finished and Ali nodded. You looked over at Paul and Janice and then at Mel and Dave holding each other’s hands. You could now understand what Shawn must have been through. What troubles his mind would have put forward.
“Maybe that goofy little kid still lives within him.” You murmured to yourself as you glanced over the café and reminded of yourself of gracious amount of whipped cream only a kid would have asked for. A kid like him, someone like you.
After the break you decided to go the library to issue some books on astrology. The library greeted you with fresh smell of the pages of the books. You found your section and were you spoilt for choice? So many books to choose from but one had caught your eye. The moment you tried to extract the book from the shelf, you felt some sticky substance on your palm and sounds of giggling explained you that someone must have pranked on you, you decided to let it go since it’s your first day. Luckily the book had a hardcover so it was easy for you clean it up with a wet wipe. You asked the receptionist to keep the book aside while you washed your hands.
The moment you finished washing your hands in the washroom you could hear grunts and groans from a stall. You decided to check if someone was hurt but then you heard it, they weren’t groans…
“Oh p-please d-ddon’t stop…” whined the girl inside the stall. Your hand which had already extended towards the doorknob stopped midway.
“S—SS--Shawnn” moaned the girl. Your brain was running hundred miles per minute. When you got your senses back, you turned and started walking away but…
“Do you like it? You want more?” Shawn asked in his raspy voice which made you stop in your tracks.
“Y-Yes please” pleaded the girl and the grunts increased second by second.
“Then show me” said Shawn panting between his breaths. You walked outside the washroom and forgot about your book and rushed towards your dorm.
Sweating you entered the dorm to have Paul and Brian playing video games and Anna and Rhea in the kitchen.
Wrapping the tortillas Rhea asked “Hey Y/N, do you want some?”. But you let your nervousness get the best of you.
“uh..n-no thanks, I a-am good-d” you spoke but just when you finished you heard the door click. It was Shawn. He looked at you with heavy eyes as if you were a meal to be devoured. He certainly could smell your nervousness which was driving him crazy.
You splinted towards your room, too careless to be noticed by someone. Someone but Shawn. You couldn’t get over his raspy voice and lustful eyes. Heck of a first day it was.
You couldn’t sleep a wink that night. Shawn’s hooded eyes and pants haunted you every time you closed your eyes. You could feel him hovering above you which just added to your discomfort. Sweating profusely you decided to head towards the kitchen and have a glass of water.
As you put the glass down, you felt something soft on your neck. You turned to see Shawn’s lips attached to your neck. All soft and plush against your flesh. Heavy breaths in between as you got lost in its feeling. He wrapped his hands around your waist turned you in opposite direction to have you face him completely and just then he crashed his lips onto yours. You realized what was happening and tried to abscond from his hold but your strength failed you against in towering self and impeccably strong hold. He felt you squirming and that’s when he loosened his hold as he spoke..
“I knew you were there today. You heard us when I was fucking her senseless.” He huffed. You looked at him with tears in your eyes. You did not why tears sprinted in your eyes because some part of you wanted this to happen but just not like this.
“You drive me insane do you know that?” he finished his sentence quickly as he dove right back in devour your lips but you stopped him.
“Just stop please, stop” he noticed the tears in your eyes which were now making their way to your cheeks and backed off immediately.
“Shawn you are a very special person and there is a very special person waiting for you. I know it must be hard to like someone after all the things happened to you. If you co-- ” you were stopped by him midway.
“You know?” he asked you with sincerity in his eyes. Sincerity which no one knew existed within him but you saw it.
You nodded and he took a turn after apologizing to you. You stopped him as you grabbed his hands in your palms and said, “There is someone waiting for you out there so don’t give yourself away for a few minutes of pleasure or for a distraction.” You spoke as you let go one of his hands and caressed his cheeks.
He observed your rose gold eyes shine with nothing but sincerity in them. Something that he hadn’t seen in a long time.
That talk in the kitchen definitely helped you sleep. You slept peacefully only to have surprises tomorrow, surprises that would change your life forever.
A/N: Hey guys! chapter 2 is here. Chapter 3 comes out soon so stay tuned. The REQUEST OPEN is for you guys, so go ahead and drop in all of your ideas I would love to write. You guys are so creative, i love your requests and look forward to more.
Warnings- non character death, violence, blood, death, abuse, fluff, eventual smut, romance.
Summary- The night sky held more than just stars for you, it held your story that guided you towards your Perseus
*house bell ringing* clutching the old doll your mother had given you, you stood there smiling and giggling behind your father as you waited for someone to answer the door.
Quickly as if they were already expecting you to show up your uncle and aunt opened the door and urged you to come in. As you stepped in a warm smell of vanilla and cinnamon engulfed you and your aunt hid you in her embrace and you felt comforted.
“Y/N why don’t you go and play with Mel for a while, mom and dad have to talk to uncle and aunty.” Your mother suggested with a broken voice which steadied itself because your dad had put his hand on her shoulder. Her sweet fragrance turned remorseful upon her words and you could sense it. As you realized she was not happy, you gave her a smile of reassurance, turned and ran off to Mel’s room hand in hand as if you had come here for a regular day and everything was fine. Little did you know, it wasn’t?
You were seven and Mel (short for Melissa) was eight. Although you were younger to her she would never let age become a barrier between both you. She would smell like candies and everything happy whenever she would be with you. But of course whenever both of your families would go outside for a lunch or a dinner date she would be engulfed between her parents and your parents too and for some reason despite being younger, you always wanted to protect her. Not being able to curb your curiosity as to why was she always protected and your urge to protect her? Your mother had you told that Mel was an omega and you, you were an alpha.
This was family, your pack. The pack one day you would have responsibility for, the pack you would one day lead. You were thought about your responsibility since the day you were thought how to shift. But your pack was threatened with the wrath of hunters and with the pack leader, your grandfather passing away all the responsibilities were shifted to your father. You being too young to realize this and next in line had to be protected, and because of this reason your parents had decided to let you live with your aunt and uncle till the time they go to the council and decide the course of actions. Hunters threatening your pack wasn’t a threat to be taken lightly and no one knew how long before your parents could see you.
“You can come down now, sweethearts” your aunt called the both of you. Rushing and racing each other down the stairs your giggles and Mel’s grunts died down as you realized that the room was filled with anxiety and remorse. Mel’s aura changed too and her mother, Aunt Lia told her to calm down. Tensed up by the situation you looked at your mother, who herself was crying. Being an alpha herself, you had never seen your mother cry. No matter what happened your parents both of them being alphas stood their grounds and were always practical and composed. But that day seeing them cry confused you.
“You have stay with aunty and uncle for some time.” You gulped and asked them, “Why mom, did I do something wrong? Is it because I ate up all the ice cream and didn’t share it with both you? I swea---”
“No honey we are not mad at you. We could never be. There is some work that has to be taken care of back home in Florida. Grandma can’t do everything alone that’s why.” Your mother said caressing your cheek.
“Pfft!! what are you talking about, she was literally running behind dad and uncle when they broke the vase when we last visited, she might be old but she is still something though.” You snorted and Mel laughed. The small flashback lifted the anxiety in the room as the adults chuckled.
Your mother kissed your cheeks and gave a kiss on Mel’s forehead and said, “Make sure you do all your homework and be good to aunty. Don’t trouble her.” With that she got up and collected her and your father’s belongings and made her way to the door. She looked at your aunt and then towards your father, communicating within themselves. You always wanted to learn how to do that.
“When will you come back?” you asked hopefully.
“Soon, pup. Don’t you worry?” Your father said reassuringly. With that they drove away leaving you staring at the empty road.
Middle school and high school were such good years for you. Being a social butterfly and impeccably beautiful everyone was attracted to you. Over the years your skin had turned smooth and your eyes a different shade. They were rose gold, resembling your mother’s. Your eyes added to your beauty but you were kind of a person whom people liked for being you.
But now since you were joining college, everything was going to change. Of course your uncle had thought you how control you shifts during the full moon and shape shifters were very common in the area where you lived making it safe. After joining college you would have to live on campus and experience the hectic schedule and have your freedom your way without any fear or hesitation.
“Y/N is you done daydreaming?” grunted Mel from downstairs. If it wasn’t for her smell one might assume she was an alpha.
“One second, I have to pack my toothbrush!!!” you grunted back, a bit louder than hers. You could feel her wolf submitting to you. You loved to play intimidating.
You rushed down the stairs and to have your aunt waiting for you.
“Young lady you better call me every evening and if you don’t well Mel might be a better judge of that” she deliberately raised her voice at the last sentence for someone to hear.
“Yeah mom we get it, I get it now can we please leave. We are 15 minutes late.” Said Mel. Your Uncle Nick had thought you that whether one are an Alpha or an Omega, everyone stands equal. A pack must be arranged according to the hierarchy but must stand by responsibilities and because of that Mel was always treated as an equal and you were taught not to depend only on your strength and the alpha wolf within you.
The car ride was filled with excitements about how fun the frat parties are and how fun the boys are. To be a little honest you drifted off when Mel started talking about the boys.
The only thing that came to your head was your mother’s voice and you whispered “I miss you mom.” And with that “BELIEVE” echoed in your head.
At least you knew your parents were safe.
A/N: part 1 comes out tomorrow. Please let me know what you think about the plot and stay tuned!! 😍😘
Warnings: Language. SMUT. Angst with a fluffy ending.
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(Y/n) answered her phone. “What do you want, Mendes?”
“I need you.”
“No. You want me. There’s a difference.”
“Come on, baby, I miss you.”
“You miss my body.”
“Same thing.”
“I’m busy.”
“Cancel. You know I always make it worth it.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s the plan. See you in twenty.” Click.
She hated how she couldn’t say no to him. And she hated it even more that he knew she couldn’t say no to him. Just once she wished she wouldn’t go running when he called.
~ * ~
Shawn answered the door in nothing more than navy blue joggers. He reached out for her.
(Y/n) pushed him backward, away from her, into his condo. “I hate you.” But still she followed.
“Aw, (y/n), don’t be like that.” He reached for her again as the door closed behind her.
“I had a date, Mendes.”
“Then why are you here?”
She avoided answering him. “An actual date with a nice guy,” she sighed.
“Not as nice as me,” he smirked. His arms slipped around her, enveloping her, pulling her flush against him. Her defenses always fell when she was in his arms. She splayed her hands across his back, his skin smooth and radiating heat, and tipped her face up to meet his eyes. He leaned down to capture her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss.
He buried his nose in the crook of her neck and breathed deeply. “You always smell so fucking good,” he murmured.
This. This was why she couldn't say no to him. These little moments of tenderness. Moments when maybe, just maybe, she thought there might be more to what was between them than games.
But then the moment would pass and his libido would take over. Hand linked in hers, he eagerly pulled her toward his bedroom.
“What? No foreplay?” she snarked.
Shawn was instantly in her personal space, walking her back against the wall without even touching her. He ghosted his lips along the angles of her face. “Do you need it?” he murmured, his voice deep and smooth. Before she knew it, his hand was between her legs, pushing aside her panties. Two fingers slid inside her depths; thumb pressed against her clit. “Doesn’t feel like it,” he growled in her ear.
She swayed toward him, knees weak as desire swept through her, and she moaned. Still she pushed his hand away. “Asshole.”
With a smirk, he brought the fingers that had been buried in her to his mouth. “Always taste so fucking good, too.”
Watching him lick his fingers clean turned her on and he knew it.
His hands dragged her sundress up her sides and over her head. He unclasped her bra between her breasts, slid it over her shoulders and off.
(Y/n) flushed as he looked upon her, as if she were the most beautiful and delicious thing he had ever seen.
In the next moment his hands were under her ass, her legs around his waist. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, even through layers of cotton. He walked her toward his bed and, with a smirk, dropped her onto her back on the soft mattress. She inched herself toward the headboard.
He pushed his joggers down, kicked them to the side; he was wearing nothing beneath. He wrapped his hand around the base of his erection and squeezed slightly.
He crawled up the bed after her, gliding his hands up the length of her legs. He eased her panties over her hips, down, and off. He spread her legs wide enough to settle his shoulders between them.
“Shawn?” she breathed, eyes fluttering open to look down her body.
“Foreplay,” he hummed in response, and hooked his hands around the backs of her knees. He licked, nipped, and sucked gently at the soft skin of the insides of her thighs.
“Shawn,” (y/n) whimpered, tangling her hands in his hair as his thumbs opened her to him and his tongue pushed into her wetness.
With mouth and fingers he brought her to the edge, and she fell.
~ * ~
Sated, with hooded eyes, (y/n) watched as Shawn gave his shaft a few tugs before retrieving a condom, watched as he sheathed himself.
On his knees he lined up and pushed only the tip of his cock into her. She bit her lower lip, hooked her ankles around his waist; her hands fell on broad shoulders. He lifted her hips to get the best angle and, with one swift pass, buried himself deep within her. She gasped and groaned, and her nails sank into flesh.
“Fuck, (y/n),” he moaned. “So wet. So hot. So damn tight,” he grunted and rasped, “You always feel so good.” He rolled his hips and growled. She groaned his name.
He grabbed her face with his hand and pushed his finger into her mouth. It was one of the ways he told her he wanted to get off, fast and dirty.
She sucked it deep, twirled her tongue around it. He rocked into her, rough, demanding, drove his cock deep. Pulled back, almost slipped out. His eyes fell between them, to where they were intimately connected. He moaned as he slid back in, licked his lips.
Needy sounds and words without meaning tumbled from both of their mouths as they built a rhythm.
He was on the edge and he was going to take her with him. Her fingernails raised thin welts along his back, his teeth nipped against the length of her neck.
Shawn changed the angle and snapped his hips once, twice, perfectly hitting that secret bundle of nerves that only he had been able to find, and (y/n) cried out, stars exploding behind her eyes. She clenched around him and he stuttered, stilled, and unraveled buried deep within her, her name, laced with obscenities, dripping from his mouth.
He was gorgeous when he came. Head thrown back, sweaty curls, flushed cheeks, closed eyes, open mouth, lips plump and dark pink.
~ * ~
Shawn pulled out, removed the condom, and dropped it into the wastebasket beside the bed. He fell onto his back on the mattress beside her, beyond sated, blissed out. “Fuck baby, that was incredible.”
Sex with Shawn was amazing, but it would be even more so if he would wrap his arms around her and hold her in the afterglow, maybe kiss her the way she wished he would, like he did when she arrived, and more, but instead he reached for his phone.
(Y/n) sat up in bed and wrapped her arms around her knees which were pulled up against her chest. She felt used, like she almost always did after encounters like this. He wasn’t entirely selfish. She always got off, he made sure of it, usually more than once, but beyond that he wasn’t really available to her.
There had been instants when he was warm and soft and maybe even slightly vulnerable. Those were the moments that had her hopeful. Sadly, they never lasted.
Why did she let him do this to her?
It was getting hard to breathe. (Y/n) crawled out of bed and retrieved her bra and panties. She didn’t even use the bathroom to clean up like she usually did, she just redressed and pulled her hair back.
Shawn rasped, “Where are you going?”
“Home.” She glanced in the mirror above his dresser. She looked freshly fucked, but presentable enough to keep anyone from genuinely paying attention as she made her way back to her own place.
He tossed his phone aside and crawled to the foot of his bed where she stood. He wrapped his hand around her wrist. “Come back to bed, (y/n).”
She shook herself free. “It’s not fucking worth it anymore, Shawn.” It felt like someone had a vice grip around her heart. She tried to quell her frustration and hurt, tried to keep her voice from wavering. “Whatever this is; it’s over.”
He sat back on his heels and stated, “You’ve said that before.”
“I’m done! We’re done.”
This time he could hear something different in her tone and his heart grew just this side of too tight. “What can I do?” A hint of vulnerability crept into his voice.
It wouldn’t last, (y/n) reminded herself. She wasn’t going to let him draw her back in this time. “I’m tired of the games. I’m tired of always chasing after you! I don’t even know why I do this to myself!” She quickly swiped tears from her eyes with her thumbs. “I don’t give a shit about you anyways.”
“Liar,” he choked.
“I’m sure you aren’t lacking in female companionship. Call one of them next time,” she said, an edge to her voice. She walked away, and out of his bedroom.
He wasn’t sure if it was the slamming of the front door he heard or his heart breaking open.
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(Y/n) had just slipped into her dress when there was a knock on her door. It wasn’t going to be her date; it was too early. She opened the door. Of course. She should’ve known. He was dressed in black slacks and a white button-down with the top few buttons undone, sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm.
She tried not to react to his presence, his nearness when he stepped closer, the scent of him.
He took in her appearance. Curve-draping, deep V neck, silver dress which ended just above her knees, hair done in fairy-like braids, and just a touch of makeup (she never needed much). He trembled, exhaled. She was beautiful.
“What do you want, Shawn?” She turned on the balls of her bare feet and padded into her apartment, back to her room. She knew he would follow.
“I thought you canceled your date,” he said from the bedroom doorway, watching intently as she put in her diamond solitaire earrings.
She met his eyes in the reflection of her mirror. “I changed my mind.”
He scoffed. “You’re going out with him three hours after sharing my bed?”
“Is that a problem? Oh, you don't want to see me with some other guy, is that it? Too fucking bad,” she gritted.
“And you and I? That means nothing?” He ran a frustrated hand through his curls.
She turned back to him. “There is no you and I, Shawn.”
“The hell there is,” he growled. Three large strides and he was in her space, hands falling to her hips. “I won’t lose you, (y/n),” he whispered.
“You don’t want to lose me?” He was too close. She brushed his hands from her hips, stepped back. “You can’t lose something that was never yours!”
“You are mine,” he claimed.
(Y/n) surged toward him. “Am I?! Are you mine?! Are we more than a thing?!”
She could see the war waging behind darkened eyes; he was trying to get his breathing under control. She wished she knew what he was thinking.
“Answer me,” she pleaded, running her hands down the front of his shirt. She wished she didn’t care so damn much. “Answer me!” she said, pushing him roughly away. “You want me, you want my love, you want it all! I give and you take! You got it good, no obligation, but what's in it for me?!” she rasped.
“I’ll ask you again. What do you want, Shawn?!” she shouted.
“You!” he broke, cried. “I want you!”
“What do you need?!”
“You, God damn it!” he wept, falling to his knees. “I need you!”
Finally. Within her next breath her hands tangled in his curls. His arms instinctively wrapped around her waist. She sunk down before him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and dropped kisses to the top of his head. She held him close as tears fell from her eyes.
After a few moments of just holding one another, Shawn eased away and cupped her face. He met her eyes, brought her lips to his. He could only focus on how soft she felt against his mouth, how addictively she invaded all his senses.
She felt him wash over her like a wave of warmth. This was the more she had wanted so desperately. It didn’t matter that her lips were already under his, she wanted him closer, closer, closer.
When ultimately their lips parted, he said, voice filled with tenderness, “There’s no one else, (y/n). There could never be anyone else.” He intertwined their hands, brought them up between them, kissed her fingertips, the palm of her hand. “I’m yours, (y/n). Do whatever you want with me.”
“Whatever I want?” she purred.
He smiled softly, eyes shining with happiness. “Anything.”
“Well, Mendes. Since we’re both all dressed up, I am taking you on a date.”
Warnings : hallucinations, swearing, mentions of blood, violence, angst, mental health issues, murder.
This is based on a short story on YouTube I saw sometime back. I have adapted this from the video and reiterated it with my own twists.
Enjoy 🤗
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Shawn saw Millie in the garden as he entered the house.
When he went inside, the person he came to meet greeted him.
"Shawn! You've come after a whole month. I was worried. " Aicusa said.
Shawn nodded and without a single sound sat on his chair, the one he hadn't seen for a month, the one which was his spot for over a year. As he sank in the chair, a wave of familiarity washed over him. The way the cushion puffed up, the armrests. He almost realised how much he missed it.
Aicusa was staring at him. Observing, as he made himself comfortable in his chair.
"I met someone." He let out.
"Huh? "
"I met someone. " He repeated.
"Oh. Well glad to know I'm not the only person in your life." She said.
"A girl? "
"Yes."
"Oh! Great Shawn. You want to talk about her?"
"Yes. She moved in with me."
"What? "
"Yes, it happened so fast." He said while pulling the hood of his jacket off his head finally looking Aicusa in the eyes.
"She moved in with you, that's... What's her name?"
"Dajana. Dajana Quinn."
"What does she do?" Aicusa enquired.
"She's a writer."
"Has she written anything I have read? Maybe?"
"No. She's still working on her first book."
"Can I meet her?" Aicusa asked with a frown.
"No. She's anthropophobic."
"Oh!"
Aicusa so badly wanted this to not happen but she couldn't help it. She did want Shawn to be happy. But she knew him. She didn't want to see him fall into that acrimonious loop again.
"Shawn." She called him out with a huge frown on her face.
He looked up at her. Her expression. He understood. He knew what she was thinking.
"Aicusa, it's not like how it was with Kainat. Dajana is real."
"Shawn I know you better than yourself. I'm your best friend. I cannot let it happen again. Not just as your friend but as your psychiatrist too."
"Aicusa is this really necessary? I told you she's real. It's not like Kainat. She makes me happy."
"Okay. I trust you. I want to see her."
"You cannot. She's anthropophobic. I told you. She cannot meet new people. She's scared of social situations and all you know, you're a goddamned psychiatrist." He said clearly irked.
"I know. I know, Shawn. But you don't. Okay. So get her on a skype call with me. Do it discreetly. She doesn't need to know. Go home and show me. I want you to be genuinely happy."
"Really? Are you serious?"
"Yes Shawn."
"Fine."
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Shawn Mendes, the rising prince of pop, the heartthrob was suffering, suffering so bad due to his dissociative disorder. He'd cut all his ties with his family and friends. He hadn't been able to make new music, that frustrated him. He didn't know what was real and what was his imagination anymore. He'd started staying cooped up at home. Not meeting anyone, ignoring the thousands of calls he got. The only person he met all this while, the past one year was Aicusa, his best friend.
He had pretend-friends though. Kanait, the girl he thought was the love of his life was nothing but a figment of his vivid imagination. He'd met Kainat, or more precisely created Kainat just two months before he met Aicusa. Aicusa couldn't figure out what was wrong with him in the beginning. He talked about his girlfriend, he seemed so in love with her, he even wrote a whole album for her but Aicusa had to make him come to terms with the fact that Kainat was just his delusion, she was a hallucination.
His life seemed like a trap, a trap of mind games he was stuck in. But while trying to get out of the vicious pit, he fell in deeper.
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Aicusa called Shawn on his way back. He had his shades on and his hoodie covered his face again. He stepped out of his car and walked towards the door of his condo. He rang the bell.
Once.
Twice.
She didn't open the door.
He was starting to question himself. Was Dajana real even? Was his mind playing with him again?
"Open the door, Shawn. There's no one inside."
"I fucking told you, Aicusa. She might be working. I'm not crazy."
"Open the door. Show me."
Shawn opened the door. There was no one in the living room. It was exactly as he left it. Not a single thing showed a sign of anyone's presence.
He went out in his balcony. He saw her. Dajana, sitting on the swing, lost in her thoughts with her luscious curls falling onto her face.
Relief washed over him. He wasn't a lunatic. He didn't know he was smiling, lost in his world where he lived happily ever after with his love, his Dajana.
Aicusa's voice brought him back to reality, her confusion visible.
"Shawn? Show me. I have an appointment. Hurry." She said.
He went closer to the balcony's glass door, switching his front camera to face the swing.
"See. There's her." He said delighted.
Aicusa didn't say anything. Silence.
"Aicusa? You see her right?"
"I see no one, Shawn."
"Wait I'll go to the other side. She's there on the swing. Right there goddammit. Look there."
"Shawn... "
"What in the world? I'm not fucking sick, Aicusa. "
"Shawn, has anyone else seen her? No one right?"
"No.."
"What is the topic she's writing on? What's the plot of her story?"
"I.... I don't know. She doesn't let me see it. She said she'll show once she finishes."
"Shawn, listen to me. Don't worry. I have to go right now. You know this is not real. You have to start your exercises again and I'll put you back on the medicines. You have to follow the same routine."
"I don't understand. I couldn't have setup a whole fucking bohemian paradise in my balcony. I don't believe you."
"Shawn...Her name-Dajana means creation just like Kainat. It's the same. You know. You've to accept it. Come to my place tomorrow. We'll talk then."
With this she hung up. She hung up, leaving Shawn with a thousand thoughts spiralling in his head, making him dizzy. He felt sick, he felt nauseous. What was wrong with him? Was Dajana his fucking imagination?
"Shawn! When did you come back?" He heard Dajana call out in her soothing voice. But seeing her didn't feel home anymore. He didn't know if she was real. He felt sicker. He felt delirious.
"Shawn, what are you thinking? Did you listen to me." She asked worried.
"Uh, yes. What is your book about Dajana?" Shawn asked moving towards the balcony. He saw her journals and papers scattered all over the rosewood table. He proceeded to try to pick them up. Dajana ran towards him, trying to stop him.
"Shawn! You promised you'll read it once I'm done. What are you doing?!"
He didn't pay any heed to her. He was pissed off. Everything pointed to just one fact, one thing he wanted to be wrong, one thing that would confirm he was a madman.
"Just tell me the fucking title, Dajana."
"No Shawn. Why are you.. What the hell Shawn?" She cried as he caught her wrists in an iron tight grip.
"Okay. Don't tell me. Don't show me. Just come out with me. Let's go for dinner." He said staring into her eyes.
"I can't Shawn, you know. I'm anthropophobic. What is wrong with you?"
"Yes, sure. Fucking anthropophobic." He laughed, flattered with his mind, his creativity at this point.
"I should've been a writer. Not you." He remarked sarcastically.
He started to drag her towards the main gate of his condo ignoring her cries.
"Shawn!! Stop. Stop. You're hurting me." She yelled.
"You're not even real. How the fuck will I hurt you?"
"What the fuck are you saying, Shawn? Are you out of your mind? " Dajana shouted.
"Just one dinner, Dajana. Let's go. Prove it to me you're real. Prove I'm not fucking crazy."
"Leave me. You're psychotic. What the fuck?" She tried to stop him. Tried to hold on to anything on the way to the door.
"Shawn, leave me. I said leave me, you asshole." She said, pointing the knife she could get her hands on while he abused her. Threatened her.
Shawn laughed.
"You're going to hurt me? Yes, go on. Hurt me. Let me see you're not just my creation."
"C'mon doll, hurt me I said." He thundered.
She visibly winced. Dajana dropped down to the floor. Her body hurt, her heart was broken into pieces. A never ending stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. She gathered all her strength and cried for help.
"Help! Anyone!! Helpp!"
"Yes, shout. Call for help. Someone may come and once they see you I'll know you're real."
"Oh my god Shawn! You're a fucking psycho! Leave me."
Shawn felt his nerves kick in. Enough was enough. This needed to stop. He was going to make it stop. He ought to.
He took the knife that had fallen from Dajana's hand onto the floor and slit her throat. He felt the warm blood ooze out of her carotid onto his fingers and seep down into her dress.
He sat there with Dajana in his arms. His right hand covering the slit and the left one still holding the knife. He felt happy. He had ended it. He put his misery to an end. No Dajana meant no problems. He killed his imagination.
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It was 9:35 a.m. when he heard the door bell ring. His head was bursting, the ache was intolerable. He got up and walked towards the door. As he opened it he saw a police officer standing outside.
"Officer Craigen. Your neighbors complained of a lot of noise from your house last night. I need to check." The officer said as he showed his ID and signalled Shawn to let him inside.
"Nothing happened here. You can go."
"Move aside Mr. Mendes don't make this harder than it has to be. Please co-operate." The officer said in a stern voice.
Everything inside was haywire, a thorough mess.
"I was a little upset yesterday." Shawn told the officer when he gave him a questioning look.
"Your neighbours heard the screams of a woman, Mr. Mendes."
Shawn's face fell. This wasn't possible.
The officer proceeded to look for anything else when a knife hung on the kitchen dashboard caught his eye.
A knife with it's tip covered with some red liquid. The officer took out his gloves and took the knife in his hands to examine it.
"It must be ketchup or something." Shawn said with a meek voice.
Then the officer saw a trail of blood drops disappearing into the room adjacent to the kitchen. He followed the trail and opened the door. He was met with the corpse of a woman, her top soaked with blood.
He took out his gun and pointed it at Shawn.
"Hands up. I said hands up. What is this?"
"You can't see her. Can you? What the fuck? She's not real. She's my creation. Only I can see."
"Shut up!"
The officer called the forensic team and arrested Shawn.
Shawn was numb. He didn't know what was happening? Was this even real? Was he imagining things again? He had killed Dajana? Was Dajana real? Aicusa couldn't see her but..?
Hundreds of questions were looming in his mind. His earlier headache seemed to worsen, the light in the room started fading out and he felt himself falling, very slowly. Then his head hit the floor with a thud and the faint noise of the officer calling out his name became inaudible. All he saw then was black.
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He woke up on the hospital bed surrounded with medical equipments, the pungent smell of the antiseptic invading his senses making him feel light headed.
Officer Craigen was there. But now it wasn't only him. He could see a whole team of the NYPD outside his cubicle. He saw one of the officers talk to the doctor and then they came inside.
"Why did you kill her? How was she related to you?" They interrogated.
"I don't know. She's not real. I didn't kill... " Shawn didn't know what to say. He killed Dajana. But she was just his fantasy. She was everything he wanted and he was convinced she wasn't real. But apparently she was.
"Can I make a call?" Shawn asked.
"Who do you want to call?" Officer Craigen asked. "Just one call. Then we take you to the station."
"Aicusa, my psychiatrist. I need my phone."
"Here."
He saw the battery was at 2%.
"Officer, can I use yours? Mine is almost dead."
"Number." The officer said.
"Here." Shawn showed him Aicusa's number from his logs.
As the officer dialled the number, 'Tring, Tring!' Shawn's phone rang leaving everyone confused including Shawn.
"Enough Mr. Mendes. Will you stop playing these childish games and confess or you want to continue this and waste more time?"
"Sir, please I beg you, my psychiatrist will explain everything to you. I need to see her. Just once." Shawn pleaded the officers.
"Okay. Then it's over. Last chance."
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They reached Aicusa's house. Millie was there in the living room.
Shawn ran inside and started looking for Aicusa.
"Millie! Where is she?"
"Who Sir?" Millie asked confused.
"What do you mean who? Where is Aicusa?"
"Who is Aicusa, Sir?" Millie could not make sense of Shawn's questions.
"What the fuck? What are you saying? Where is Aicusa Brendan? My psychiatrist?The owner of this house?"
"Enough Mendes. This is enough." Officer Craigen berated.
"No no no!!"
"She is lying."
"Sir! You've been coming here sitting for hours alone. It's your house. You gave me this job! I don't know any Aicusa Brendan."
Shawn ran inside checking all the rooms. Slamming the doors. He ran upstairs. There was no one. No sign of existence of any Aicusa Brendan.
"Officers, arrest him."
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Aicusa meant imagination. Now he knew what was his creation and what was not.
Warning: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.
Note: somehow managed to finish editing this fic, even though I’m currently overwhelmed with uni assignment that require me to make an actual website …..*sobs* but anyway I made a decision to edit this for you guys before going to bed… hope you guys like it, let me know what you think about it :) love you guys ❤️ & grateful for all of you 😗
The crowd at the Madison Square Garden was still going ballistic waiting for the man of the hour who was due backstage in less than ten minutes to answer some their questions.
But this time he decided that it would be a great opportunity to let his fans ask to not only him but to You, Brian and Connor. He wanted his fans to get to know the other three most important people in his life other than his parents and Aaliyah of course.
“Okayyy,“ Shawn rubbed his hands together and chuckled as dozens of hands flew into the air at the same time. “First of all before we start if anyone is asking a question please don’t speak over them but other than that ask any of us anything you guys want.” As he finished fans began screaming again.
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