so @justanotherfangurl272 and I were talking about one of my other fics and she brought up that badboy!shawn would be so cocky about sharing a bed with the reader, and that inspired this. Enjoy!
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Shawn Mendes, The gang leader of the Jokers, a gang sourced in downtown Toronto.
Downtown Toronto is not only where the Jokers reside, but where I live as well, rent’s cheap, and I carry pepper spray everywhere I go. I’m not afraid of the Jokers and I’m not afraid of their rival gang, The Breed.
The Breed are far more lethal than the Jokers, their leather jackets and face tattoos not just for show. If there’s ever murder in downtown Toronto, it’s usually a member of The Breed that gets caught.
My nervousness about The Breed is small, mostly because I’ve gotten drunk at Ricky’s enough that the Jokers really have an eye on me, especially previously mentioned Shawn Mendes.
I have been driven home by him on a few occasions, and the back of his motorcycle is always a rush, until now.
Shawn arrived at my door and told me to pack everything I couldn’t live without any explanation. These essentials fit into a little drawstring bag that is currently hanging on my back as we drive through the countryside.
The chill of the night was creeping up my back, making me shiver every once in a while, Shawn’s leather jacket not combating the chill anymore.
Despite the cold, the night sky was very pretty, especially now since no light pollution was destroying the twinkling stars in the sky.
“Are you cold?” Shawn asks, his voice almost lost over the whipping winds.
“Yeah!” I respond, raising my voice so mine doesn’t meet the same fate.
“I’ll pull into the next motel, I could use some sleep.” He responds, before picking up speed.
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We reach a motel in a few minutes, parking and making our way to the front desk.
“Welcome!” A lady yells before she appears running out of the back room. “Can we get you a room?”
“One please,” Shawn says, stepping forward. “Preferably two twins.”
“We don’t have any of those open, at the moment.” The woman responds, flipping through her notebook. “We have plenty of double beds open if that’s okay.”
“Done and done.” Shawn grins, slapping his card on the desk.
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The room was decent, not disgusting but not the cleanest thing I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t bother me, I set my drawstring bag on the chair in the corner, shrugging the jacket off, setting it on the back of the swivel chair on the desk.
I turn to see a half-naked Shawn standing next to the bed, typing something out on his phone. “I didn’t bring pj’s, I figured I could live without those.”
Shawn stops abruptly, looking over at me and smirking.
I press my face into my hand. “You know what I mean!”
He chuckles, pressing the send button on his phone before tossing the white t-shirt he discarded on the floor in my direction.
I catch it, getting the hint, and going to the bathroom to change.
In the mirror I see myself, but with windblown tangled hair, and messy makeup.
I wash the makeup off my face with water before changing into Shawn’s shirt, his scent overpowering mine.
I move out of the bathroom, Shawn sitting on the bed, staring at the floor, deep in thought.
“Hey.” I murmur, moving to sit beside him. “Is there a reason we left so suddenly?”
He nods. “I’m not going to tell you until I get you far enough out of The Breeds’ reach.”
“Did I anger them?” I ask. “Is there something I did wrong?”
Shawn shakes his head. “It wasn’t you.” We make eye-contact, a strong silence filling the room. “I’m tired.”
I nod. “Me too.”
We both get into bed, another silence settling over us before Shawn speaks up. “Are you nervous?”
“No?” I answer.
“I know, sharing a bed with the King of Aces, it’s a pretty big deal. Don’t lose sleep over it, darling, this is not going to be the last time.”
I roll my eyes, then roll over to face him. “Sure, I’m very nervous.”
He chuckles, before letting everything fade to silence.
The thought creeps up from the depths of my brain: ‘Shawn uses a cocky persona when he’s afraid.’
It seems accurate. I smile at my intuition before deciding sleep would be a good idea.
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I wake up to the smell of food and my stomach growls.
As I’m sitting up, it’s apparent that Shawn isn’t next to me, but in the small kitchenette cooking something.
I get out of bed, moving to investigate. “Good morning, King of Aces.” I murmur, looking over his shoulder, eggs.
He smirks. “Good morning, Y/N.” He grins, looking over his shoulder at me. “I’m making food, because we didn’t stop yesterday, and you must be starving.”
“You must be starving too.” I poke his bicep, a small grin spreading over his features.
“I’m fine.” He nods, looking over at me. “You’re hungrier anyways.”
“I’m not eating unless you eat with me.” I smile mischievously, leaning against the refrigerator.
“Set the table, please,” Shawn requests, pointing at a plastic bag on the counter.
Inside, there’s a pack of paper plates and a bag of plastic cutlery. “I didn’t realize fine china was on this road trip’s schedule.”
“I’m a little bit loaded.” Shawn’s tongue sticks out from behind his teeth, making his smile ten times cuter.
I blush at the thought and set the small table in the corner.
Shawn takes the skillet off of the stove and brings it to the table.
He serves us up and sits across from me.
The smell of the fresh eggs lures me in, convincing me to eat them heartily.
After Shawn and I finish eating, we sit in silence, before I pipe up. “I’m in danger, aren’t I?”
Shawn sighs. “Yeah, you are.”
I exhale, looking at the table. “Am I going to die?”
Shawn launches out of his seat, kneeling in front of mine. “Look at me, love.”
I turn to look down at Shawn.
He rests his hands on my bare thighs. “You will not die and I promise you that. They’ll have to go through all the Jokers and then me to get to you, and they will not be able to get through all of us.”
“I’m scared Shawn.” I near-whisper, placing a hand on one of his.
Shawn grabs the hand on top of mine. “You have no reason to be.”
I open my mouth to argue but nothing comes out. I feel safe with Shawn and not even death looming over me could change that.
Shawn’s free hand moves to my neck, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. He leans up and nearly presses his lips to mine before a knock at the door interrupts us.
“Housekeeping!”
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Today was grey and bleary. Nothing to look at as we rode through the countryside.
“Where are we going!” I shout.
He answers quickly. “There’s a group of people in Winnipeg who will shelter us for a bit.”
“How much longer then?”
“We’ll get there by sundown I think, then they’ll get us something to eat and drink, a change of clothes, then of course shelter,” Shawn shouts over the whipping wind.
I squeeze his torso, resting my head on his back.
“Go to sleep, I’ll wake you when we arrive.” Shawn soothes softly.
We pull into the driveway of a house, which was poorly kept on the outside and looked all-in-all abandoned, besides the lights on inside.
He parks the bike on the sidewalk and we go to the door, where Shawn knocks.
My hands are shaking as I look around the sketchy house.
The green peeling door opened to reveal a big man, whose long hair was pulled into a man bun on the top of his head. “Shawn!”
Shawn grins. “Hey Carlos, we’ve come to take up your offer.”
“This is the girl I presume.” Carlos wonders aloud, looking over at me.
I lift a hand and wave.
“This is Y/N.” Shawn introduces.
I hold a shaky hand out for handshake but Carlos wraps his big arms around me.
“A long day of traveling right?” Carlos asks.
I nod. “Very long.”
“I’ll let you go to the women, they can help you out.” He pats my shoulder. “I’ll take care of your Shawn.”
I nod, slipping past Carlos to look for the women.
A woman walks out of a corridor and sees me. “You must be her!”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m her.”
She smiles before calling down the corridor again, a few other women come out to see.
I smile awkwardly as they talk softly amongst themselves in soft tones.
The first woman ushers me into the corridor before pressing palms to my back and pushing me into a bedroom.
“This is where you will sleep, would you like help getting cleaned up?” She asks.
“Could you comb my hair?” I ask.
One of them nods, leaving to find a hairbrush.
“I will get you a change of clothes.” The oldest-looking one says before leaving also.
The last, youngest one sits next to me on the bed. “I’m sorry that danger looms above you.”
“It’s okay, I’m safe now.”
-
After I’m groomed and I take a shower. I’m left alone in my room, to adjust.
The rest of the house is near silent, footsteps quieted by the chipping door.
I open the door of my room to look for Shawn, but he’s already there, poised to knock.
“Hi.” I breathe, stepping aside to let him in. I close the door behind him and turned to look at him.
“Hey.” He replies, plopping himself down on the bed.
“Do you know these people?” I ask.
“Sort of, they’re always putting out messages to people that might need help.”
“Why? Are you paying them to help us?”
He shakes his head. “They like to help, which makes sense.”
“Well, why does it make sense?”
“They’re nuns and priests who have been ‘fired,’ if that’s the word for it.” He uses his fingers to make air quotes.
“I guess that does make sense, but since they’re a bunch of Catholics, wouldn’t they be bothered that you’re in here?” I ask, moving closer.
Shawn shrugs. “I didn’t want to sleep in the same room as those guys, nor the girls. They keep one room open for whoever they’re helping.”
“So I got the room?” I ask, standing before Shawn, looking down at him.
“Yeah, they set it up like this.” He says. “I’d rather sleep with you than with some guys.”
I close my eyes as heat rises to my cheeks. “Thanks?”
“You know what I meant.” He chuckles.
I move to sit next to him. “So can you tell me what happened with The Breed?”
“I guess,” Shawn says, moving to lay on the bed, his arms folded behind his head. “One of the members of The Breed attacked one of mine, so I did what any logical person would do and vandalized their vehicles and home. I slashed tires and I painted the Jokers on every wall. They retaliated by sending one of my men to me, injured and bleeding. They threatened you, which took things a step too far.”
“Is he okay?” I ask. “Your member?”
Shawn nods. “A few cracked ribs, but that was it.”
“That’s scary.” I breathe. “Why did you take me? Why couldn’t one of the more minor members?”
“I feel very strongly toward you, Y/N.” He says. “I wouldn’t be able to handle the thought of you being off with another man for so long.”
“What do you mean by feel strongly?” I ask, folding my arms around my chest.
“Don’t play dumb.” Shawn shakes his head, eyes locked to the ceiling. “You know what I mean.”
“I know what you mean, but-”
“But what?” He sits up suddenly. “I like you, but you’re out of my league.”
“Shawn.” I start.
“No.” He moves quickly, closer to me. “You’re are way too good for me.”
“You don’t get to judge that.” I murmur, touching his face. “That’s not fair.”
“It’s so fair, I know me best.” He murmurs, reaching up and stroking my face.
“I know me best,” I repeat him. “I can handle you, Shawn, trust me.”
“I trust you but I don’t trust me,” Shawn whispers, his eyes searching mine.
“I do.” I press my forehead to his. “Shawn, I like you too.”
“You do?” He asks, surprised.
“I do, and I’m sick of pining.”
“I am too.” He sighs.
“Then stop.” I smile. “I’m right here, kiss me.”
He grins. “Done and done.”
He presses his lips to mine, they’re lightly chapped but it makes the longing kiss all the better.
My hands move effortlessly through his curls, melting to him. His arms were on either side of my face.
Fireworks erupt through my stomach, making my fingertips tingle.
The loud unmistakable rev of a motorcycle pulls us away from each other.
“Stay here,” Shawn mutters, moving toward the door.
