Dec 9, 2017
Picture Preference #35: Mommy-Baby Picture
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Picture Preference #35: Mommy-Baby Picture
Sammy:
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Location-Khalid (Jack Gilinsky)
He’s scaring me. What could possibly be wrong? So wrong that he needed me? I mean, we’ve only even met up a couple of times, we mainly text and FaceTime each other since he's been on tour for a few months. But god I'd be lying if I didn't say he was the person I felt most vulnerable for. I'd be lying again if I said I didn't warm from the inside out every time he subtweeted me. And that's such a millennial thing to say but it's so true.
I feel like I know so much about him and that’s it. We’ve had countless deep conversation and he knows more about me than just about everyone in LA, but we rarely hang out. And I know it’s a sensitive subject because of his fans but I just want to spend more time with him. I want to know he feels something for me, that he wants me.
There was a knock on my door soon after I got home. As soon as I open it he barges in. He’s a little breathless and I look at him concerned.
“What happened? Is everything oka-“ I’m cut off by his lips on mine.
His hands are everywhere, constantly switching from holding me at my waist to resting on my neck to cupping my cheek to running up and down my sides. I can barely keep up.
I rest my hands softly on his neck and it seems to ground him. He pulls me to him, until we’re body to body, pressed as close as possible.
I pull away first, looking at him. “What made you do that?”
He keeps a hand tangled in my hair as he smiles down at me. “I’m tired of the damn subtweets, and just talking. I’m falling for you, Y/N. I want us to just be, you know?” I nodded. “I want to just ride the wave out to wherever it takes us. This is me, opening myself to you. Please don’t break me.”
I can see the vulnerability in his eyes. “I’d never,” I said, resting my head on his shoulder.
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A/N:
Thanks for reading, hope you like it. Sorry this took, so long, it took me a minute to set aside my pride and anger at G to do this. It’s a little short but I’m happy with it, hope the requester is too. And for the record, I’m still mad at him, even though JJ exposed Madison, but that doesn't mean I should ignore requests. Next is another Shawn imagine, probably a couple, then a Derek and a Hayes one soon. I go back to school soon, in like 2 weeks, so we’ll see what happens then, but for now I’m gonna try to push out as much writing as possible.
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2 AM
Pairing: Jack Johnson- Y/N Warnings: None *beep beep* You looked down at your watch and saw that it was 2 AM. You were laying on your couch scrolling then your phone, bored out of you mind. "Jaaaaaaack i'm boredddddd," you whined to your boyfriend of three years, Jack Johnson. He was laying on the opposite couch, also scrolling through his phone. "So am I. What should we do?" he said, sitting up and running his hand through his hair. "I want food," you pouted, getting up and going over to him. You stuck your hands out and he grabbed them. You pushed against his hands and he pushed back, holding you up. It was something you did often, just a little quirk between the two of you. "Well then let's go get some. Go put clothes on," Jack said, tapping your ass. You looked down at yourself and realized you were just wearing a sports bra and nike pros. You looked up and smiled cheekily at Jack turned around, going to your room. You put on a pair of black joggers and one of Jack's hoodies. You threw your hair into a messy bun and put on your white high top converse. You walked back out into the living room and saw Jack, now wearing a hoodie and with shoes on. You grabbed you phone off the couch and stuffed it in the pocket. "Where are we even gonna go at 2 in the morning?" you questioned Jack. "I know just the place. Cmon lets go," he said, standing up and grabbing your hand. It was times like this that made you fall even more in love with Jack. The times when it's just the two of you, doing cute things like this. The two of you were in Omaha, your hometown. You were close friends with the Jacks, Sammy, and Nate, and with all of you planning to move to LA, Jack decided that he might as well admit his feelings to you at your graduation party. Little did he know, you'd been in love with him since sophomore year. You went on your first date the next day, and he asked you to be his girlfriend a week later. At the end the summer, you all moved out to the City of Angels and into a house. You decided to live with the boys instead of in the dorms, so that you could have a bit of home in the big city. Three years later, you and Jack were still going steady, and you were still living in the "Omaha House" as all of your friends called it. You were in Omaha for Thanksgiving, but Turkey Day wasn't for a few more days. You had been spending most of your time with your families, so Jack asked you to stay at his house for a night. You were in his dad's truck, driving to some unknown place that supposedly had food. You sat in comfortable silence, music playing low on the speakers, and you hands intertwined. You were looking out of the window and seeing places that brought so many memories back. You passed your high school, the playground that you all used to go to at ungodly hours of the night when none of you could sleep. You passed the gas station that you would go to to get snacks for your midnight movie marathons that Gilinsky would have on nights that you guys didn't go to parties. The 5 of you would gather in his basement with blankets and pillows and enough snacks for a zombie apocalypse. And the last place you saw, was the infamous hole-in-the-wall diner. Sammy's sister had told him about it, and from that day, it became one of you local hangout spots. You would go there after school and get milkshakes, or go for lunch on the weekends. Sometimes you would text the group early in the morning to see who was awake, and whoever was up would meet up at the diner. Jack pulled into the virtually empty parking lot and turned off the car. You smiled and looked over at him saying, "Oh my god i missed this place." "Yea me too. This place always had the best burgers," Jack answered as you both got out of the car. You laced your fingers together and walked in, Jack holding the door for you and the two of you walking over to a booth. "Jack Johnson and Y/N Y/L/N. It has been too long." You both looked over at the counter and saw Henrietta. The waitress had been working here for as long as you remember, and your parents all said that she was working there when they were teenagers too. "Henrietta!" You both said in sync, and looked over at each other and laughed. "I see you are both still together. You know when you started coming in here, i knew the two of you would end up together. I could just tell, you were meant for each other," the waitress said. "i hoped we would some day," Jack said, grabbing you hand over the table. "And once you finally got the balls to make a move, it did," you said smiling. "Hey now. You could've made a move anytime and i wouldn't have stopped you" "Yea well you're the guy. Your supposed to make the first move." "Children Children. All that matters is that you're together at last. Now. Two burgers, two fries, one chocolate milkshake and on vanilla milkshake coming up," Henrietta said to the both of you turning to go have the order made. "How can you still remember that??!" you asked her shocked. "I remember all of your orders. All five of you. Your parents too. The two generations." Your mom had told you that when she was in high school, she went to the diner for lunch all the time with her friends. Her friends just happened to be your dad, Jack's parents, Gilinsky's parents, Nate's parents and Sammy's parents. Henrietta said that your parents group of friends, and your group of friends had always been her favorite customers that came into the diner. You and Jack quietly talked about anything and everything, and soon enough, your food came. You both started eating, the juicy burgers and salty fries bringing back memories. "You know, as much as i'm glad we moved out to LA, this was a great place to grow up in," you told Jack before taking another fry into your mouth. "I honestly couldn't agree more. Nights like this makes me miss it. I wish we had the time to come home more often," Jack replied. "Well think about it. Last year we only came for three days Thanksgiving. This year we're here for 9 days." "Yea I guess. Do you ever think about what would've happened if we hadn't moved out to LA?" "Well, i assume that you and Jack would've gone to college. Don't know where though. I might've gone to New York." "Sammy and Nate would've stayed here and smoked weed," Jack said, causing the both of you to laugh quietly. "I wonder if i ever would've admitted my feelings for you if we weren't going to the same place." "I hope you would have. But who knows if we would've lasted." "I'm glad i had the balls to tell you. Even if we were going to LA already." "I am too," you said smiling at your man from across the table. By now you had finished you food, and you were drinking you milkshakes. You always got a chocolate milkshake, and Jack always got a vanilla milkshake. Your legs were stretched out under the booth, and your feet were propped up next to Jack, and he had his hand on your legs. When you were finished, Jack waved over Henrietta and asked her for the check. "Oh no. It's on the house for my babies tonight. "Aw Henrietta. Thank you," you told her, standing up to give her a hug. Jack did the same before she heading back into the kitchen. But not without saying, "Have fun in the big city. Don't forget about me." You smiled and both you and Jack left $10 each on the table, and headed out hand in back to the truck. You got into the car and rode in the same comfortable silence you had on the way there. You nodded off in the car, and by the time you got home, it was past 3 AM. Jack pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine, and got out of the truck and quietly shut the door. He went over to your side and opened your door, picking you up bridal style and kicking the door shut behind you. He was careful not to wake you up, but nonetheless you woke up when he was closing the door to the house. "Hey baby," you whispered up to him as he was walking towards his room. "Hey baby girl. We're going to bed," Jack spoke back to you taking you into his room. He sat you on the bed and you took your shoes and sweat pants off, laying there in only Jack's sweatshirt. You crawled under the covers waited for Jack. He came out of the bathroom without a shirt on and in his sweatpants he was wearing earlier. He got into bed with you, turning off the light and wrapping his arms around you. You buried your face into his chest and fell asleep, the nights events replaying in your head.
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Battlefield- Sam Wilkinson Imagine
The memories of that night filled Sam’s mind as he walked through the door. No matter where he looked, everything reminded him of you and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help but feel as if he was entering a battlefield. He looked in the living room and watched as flashes of you two fighting appeared before his eyes. He followed you two into the kitchen and watched as the fight progressed before flashes of the kitchen being destroyed appeared. Broken glass and torn up pictures laid on the ground and Sam couldn’t help but feel as if his future had been ripped up and broken; just like the glass and photos. He followed you two towards your bedroom and watched as you broke down in tears. Sam was reliving the fight and there was nothing he could do but stand there and watch.
The house felt cold and deserted and if a stranger had walked into the house, he couldn’t help but feel as though they would think no one had ever lived here. It was now filled with pain, sorrow and regret since every good event that ever happened disappeared the day you left him.
Sam’s mind was now taking him back to the night things changed. He watched as he stumbled through the bedroom door with another girl and that’s when the drunk, meaningless sex started. Suddenly you appeared with tears in your eyes and immediately, Sam knew he lost you. One stupid choice and it cost him everything he had ever wanted.
Suddenly, the flashes stopped and there was a noise coming from the bottom of the stairs. Sam headed out of the bedroom and saw as you stood there...in real life.
“(y/n)...” He said, surprised. He didn’t think you’d ever come back here. He was certain you would just leave everything in the hopes it would help you forget about him.
“I just came for my clothes.” You said, emotionless.
You walked up the stairs but stopped before you entered the bedroom. It was the first time you would enter the room since that night and you were unsure of how you would feel. You took a deep breath and headed straight for the closet. You took as much as you could, placed it in your bag and headed for the stairs once again.
“I’m sorry.” Sam said, quietly as you walked past him.
“Sorry?” You turned to face him and he instantly knew another war would soon begin. “You slept with another girl! In my bed! What the hell Sam!?” You didn’t realize how much you had been keeping in since that night. You’ve been crying yourself to sleep every day so you thought all your anger was gone but seeing Sam resurfaced everything.
“It didn’t mean anything, I swear.” He said, coming closer to you. He tried to place his hands in yours but you pushed him away.
“That makes it worse! You threw away everything we’ve ever had for someone who meant shit to you!”
Sam felt as if he was in a bubble of regret and no matter what he said or did, nothing was strong enough to pop it. He would forever stay in this state of regret and pain.
“I almost wish she did mean something to you.” You said, quietly.
You headed down the stairs and took one last look at the life you thought you’d always have. You will never have another cuddle session with Sam in the living room. You will never cook dinner together again. You will never look at him in the same light ever again. You turned to face Sam, who looked as if his heart had been ripped out but you didn’t care enough to fix it. Your heart had been ripped out a long time ago and he was the one who did it. You picked up your car keys from the hallway table and left your life with Sam behind.
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Fearless (Shawn Mendes)
Classy jazz music played in the background as people swayed on the dance floor in their gowns and suits, enjoying the night. I wasn’t one of those people. My parents had dragged me to this thing, knowing I wasn’t social and hated dressing up.
So here I sat, uncomfortable in a gown, alone as my parents made small talk that would supposedly further their business careers. I was used to it, though. They wanted so badly for me to be like them, social and successful, taking the world by storm. But I’m not, and I think they’re starting to notice that.
“May I have this dance?”
Startled, I look up to find a dude standing in front of me holding his hand out in an all black suit. A cute dude. He flashes a big bright grin as I look up. All I can do is sit there, paralyzed. His big brown eyes were friendly, but staring at me and putting me on the spot.
“Umm.. I, uh, I don’t really dance.”
“That’s a shame,” he said, taking a seat next to me. Oh God. “And why don’t you dance?”
What do I say now? “I-I just don’t.”
“Well there’s gotta be a reason,” he returns. “Maybe it’s the crappy music, or the crowdedness of the dance floor. Or maybe you’re just completely uncoordinated and really can’t dance. It could also be that you’re completely unstable on those heels, which I don’t blame you. I would be too. It could also be that you just don’t like me. So?”
For a second I just blink, taking in everything he’s said. “It’s all of that.”
“Except the last one?” he says with a hopeful smile.
I think about denying it for a second. “Except the last one.”
“Great!” he exclaims. “Then let’s go somewhere other than the dance floor,” he says, hopping up.
“Like where?”
“You’ll only find out if you come on.” There’s his hand again, just waiting for me to take it.
My parents will probably be mad if they come back and can’t find me, but who cares. As soon as our hands make contact, his clasps around mine and leads me out of the ballroom this thing is hosted in.
As we arrive back in the lobby he turns to me. “So what do you want to do?”
“You’re supposed to be leading me, remember?”
“Right,” he says, looking down in a way that makes it clear he’s thinking. “I really didn’t plan past this.”
“I can tell.” I say, as we just stare at each other wondering what to do. “Tell you what, I heard this place has one of the most beautiful gardens in the state.”
“You wanna go to it?” he asks.
“Well what would I mention it for if I didn’t?” He’s my only friend at the moment, who else am I gonna be sarcastic to?
“Good point.”
“Anyways, I think it closed at 7.”
“How much you wanna bet we can still get into it?”
I can already tell some part of this night isn’t going to end well. But does that stop me?
“Come on.” He follows me through the hotel to the double doors that lead to the garden. Immediately there’s a gate, connecting to the fence that surrounds it. The lock was a card scanner, only to be unlocked by I’m assuming managers and gardeners at the hotel.
Embarrassing as it is, I shoved my hand down the side of the top piece to my dress and dug around until I grasped what I was looking for. Shawn’s bewildered eyes said everything he was thinking as I held out the blank card that displayed only the hotel logo.
I waved it in front of the scanner and to my luck, it went green almost immediately. I quickly pulled the lock off and open the doors enough for us to enter.
“Where did you get that?” he asked. “Are you staying here?”
“No. My parents are good friends with the owners of this place. They told me if I ever need a place to stay to just ask at the front desk for an empty room and this would work for any of them. We just got lucky that it works on facilities too.”
We closed the door behind us but took the lock with us so we couldn’t get locked in. Immediately before us was a labyrinth of rosebushes and hedges and thousands of other gorgeous plants and flowers. All I wanted to do was look in amazement, but I was soon drawn out of my daze.
“Well?” he asked, looking down at me. “Is it everything you hoped?”
“Even better.” I began walking, slowly through the garden, passing roses and peonies.
He followed closely behind, reaching out and touching something here and there every once in a while. About halfway down one of the aisles I heard a bush shake behind me. I turned to find him behind me with a yellow rose in hand.
“A flower for my lady,” he said, on his knees.
All I could do was laugh. “You know yellow roses mean friendship right?”
His eyebrows furrowed and he turned and gently set it back in the bush, making me laugh further. He then plucked a new flower, a red rose, and returned to his original position and repeated his line.
“Thank you,” I said, wiping away a tear. “Where am I supposed to put this?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “in your hair or something.”
“How about we put it in your hair,” I say, heading up to him and sticking it into his fluffy curly hair. Suddenly I gasp. “I have an idea. Let’s make you a flower crown!”
“Oh gosh,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Why not?”
“Come on!” We raced through, picking up flowers from bush after bush. “Don’t touch that one!” I told him, “It’s known to cause breakouts on open skin, won’t kill you but it isn’t pleasant.”
He quickly pulled his hand away and followed me, helping me carry all the flowers. We eventually made it to the end of the garden, where there was a huge gazebo lit up with fair lights. It reminded me of the scene in A Cinderella Story at the dance.
“We need a long, bendy stick to make it into a crown,” I told him.
”How about this?” He asked, pointing to some connected to the gazebo.
“No! If that one is broken the entire plant dies.”
“How do you know so much about these plants? I thought you’d never been in here?”
“I haven’t. But I’ve been studying botany since I was in middle school. It’s what I want to go into when I graduate.”
“Ah,” he nodded his head in understanding. “But I thought the party was for people in the music industry?”
“It is. That’s my parents, Mr. And Mrs. Executive Producer. I’m not really a part of that,” I explain quickly, “Here it is,” I tugged a skinny wooden twig and tied it into a ring big enough to fit his head.
Together we stuck the flowers on it and I crowned him with it, smiling at the sight.
“You look beautiful,” I tell him, meaning it sincerely. It wasn’t the flower crown that made him, it was the wide smile and excited eyes.
“Why thank you,” he said, flashing a grin and adjusting his crown. He pulled out his phone and an unrecognizable slow song sounded out of the speakers. “Uh, I know in there wasn’t exactly your crowd, but now that it’s just me and you.. May I have this dance?”
“You know I don’t dance,” I told him again.
“Come on,” he said, clasping his hands together. “Please? For me? Do I have to get on my knees again?” I laugh, knowing he’s already won. “Fine, fine. Yes, I’d love to dance with you.”
One of his hands clasp mine and the other lands on my waist. Normally I’m uncomfortable with people touching me in any way, but it feels different this time. It feels right.
A voice is soon incorporated into the beautiful melodies and I recognize it almost immediately.
“Is this you?”
“Yeah. I wondered if you would notice.”
This night suddenly took a turn. It was always something else, never me. No one ever came to me because they liked me. I pulled away. “Look, my parents are the record producers. If you’re looking for recognition show them—“
“No,” he pulled me back, “this is a new phone, all I have right now is my own music. I’m already signed, if it makes you feel better.”
“Oh,” was all I could let out.
“Look, I really like you. You, okay? Not your parents.” He says, still swaying with me to the music.
“I like you too,” A half sigh, half laugh comes out of me. “And I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Shawn,” he finally tells me.
I smiled rest my head on his shoulder, rocking with the music.
“Feel free to tell me yours,” he says.
There he goes, making me laugh again. “Y/N.”
“Your name is just as gorgeous as you are.”
“You sound so corny.”
“But I mean it,” he said, gripping my waist a little tighter. Weirdest part was that I already knew he did.
The song ended and we took a seat on the bench, just talking about our lives, where we came from, where we were headed.
As we stood back up to find something else to do, my phone rang from inside my boob. It was slightly embarrassing digging it out of my chest but as soon as I did reality snapped back.
“It’s my dad, probably wondering where I am. I’ve gotta go.”
“Wait!” he calls out, holding onto my hand.
I turn and he brings me close, even closer than when we were dancing. He places his hand on my neck and and brings his lips down to mine firmly. I immediately feel the connection and can’t help but return his affection.
He moans a little as I wrap my arm around his neck and kiss him harder.
“Hey! Who’s back there?”
We both jump away from each other, hearing the quick footsteps of a guard or whoever called from the entrance. I leave the lock on the bench and grab his hand.
“Run!”
“I thought you said the owners gave you access!” He says, running behind me.
“Did I say me? I meant my parents.”
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—— A/N: Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! To the requester, I’m sorry this took so long to get up. I told you Thursday and it’s now Monday (technically Tuesday). It just took a while to configure an ending I liked, but it’s here, I’m satisfied. And as always, if you want a part 2, I’m open to making one. I have a couple more Shawn imagines t make, an one JG imagine that’ll be coming up soon. Btw this isn’t proofread, so if you see mistakes point them out to me!
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