but shes right everyone was in love with shawn because of his beautiful hair!

Holding You Back (Smut)

A/N: I’m in Prague this week with a friend and I set this to upload on it’s own so hopefully it works. A little trigger warning towards the end.
Requested to write a smut about the videos of the boys playing billiard in Glasgow and using some vibes from There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back too.

Word count: 5,323

“I swear he’s looking at you again” Ollie grinned, smiling at me widely. He put a couple of bottles with liquor back on their place, not taking his friendly eyes of me.

“Who?” I asked, grabbing two more glasses from the counter. I poured vodka in them both first, then some red bull before putting ice in both glasses.

“The tall, dark-haired guy” he said, nodding in the direction of the billiard tables in the other end of the bar.

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A Letter from You

AN: @whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always :) and @teen-mendes you know why 


Originally posted by anthony-samaniego

It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.

Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.

When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.

The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.

“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.

‘Y/N,

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I do

this is the l o n g e s t thing i’ve ever written also it’s literally a fluff extravaganza so you’re welcome. thanks to @kidinlovewithakid for helping me on this (it would actually suck ass if she didn’t) so enjoy folks! 

feedback is very much appreciated! <3 

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“Y/n,” you felt someone shake your body in attempt to wake you up. You groaned and turned yourself around so you were facing the opposite side of your warm bed. “Y/n you need to get up, you’re getting married today!” the voice you now identified as Mel, your best friend and maid of honour, kept vigorously shaking you until you finally sat up. You figured they must have let themselves in earlier since you had given Mel a key to the house for emergencies.

“Guys it’s so early please let me sleep,” you mumbled, wrapping yourself up in your warm comforter again in hopes they’ll give you just 5 more minutes. It may be your wedding day, but you were still beyond tired from last night’s rehearsal dinner and you were really starting to wish you and Shawn hadn’t stayed up for 4 hours after you got home. Neither of you had been able to sleep due to nerves and excitement so you decided to stay up and watch movies until you were tired.

“Where’s Shawn?” you mumbled, noticing that the other side of the bed was already empty.  You were a little disappointed that he woke up before you, even though you aren’t supposed to see each other until the ceremony you wanted to sneak in one last moment together before the chaos started.

“He left, now get up so you can go marry my brother!” Aaliyah exclaimed, jumping onto the bed and pulling the covers off you, exposing you to the cold morning air that was coming in from the window that Mel must have opened. You sat cross legged on your bed and took a look at your bridesmaids and the two mothers standing around you waiting for you to get out of the bed so you could finally go to the outdoor field where the ceremony was taking place.  You let out a shaky breath, the realization that you were actually getting married later finally sinking in.

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Dollar Valentine

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Requested by anonymous: did you watched 13 reasons why? bc i would love something like the oh my dollar valentine thing, asking y/n on a date and the date itself

Word Count: 2,847

Note: I didn’t copy it exactly the way they did it in the show, but pretty close ALSO I really went to town and even incorporated some flashbacks that you guys loved so much :) but also I went overboard on this and I do not regret it one bit, plus I know that this was one of the later requests I got, but I just started writing it and couldn’t stop

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“Dude, no, I’m not doing that stupid shit.” Shawn shrugs the paper off, rejecting the idea.

Brian looks at him confused, but retracts the paper nonetheless.

“Shawn, you’ve done it every year. Why would this year be any different?” Ian asks, almost just as confused as Brian, if not more.

Shawn bites his lip and pushes a hand through his hair.

“No reason, just don’t feel like it.”

However, there was a reason, and that reason was you. Shawn has had a crush on you since he was ten, literally; you were invited to his tenth birthday party (he had invited the entire class), and the second you walked through the door, he was absolutely convinced that he was in love with you.

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Cole Sprouse (ft Riverdale cast) | Introductions

Count of words: 773

Warnings: none 

A/N: I just really hope this is what you wanted to read . I FINALLY WROTE IT btw !!!!

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anonymous asked:

Can I ask for a Cole Sprouse imagine? where him and his gf (they met in college) are pretty much goals and everyone loves them together. she’s a guest star on Riverdale and the cast go crazy because they’re fans of her as well (she’s also a former disney star) what do you think?

More Cole please! I saw the request, “where him and his gf (they met in college) are pretty much goals and everyone loves them together. she’s a guest star on Riverdale and the cast go crazy because they’re fans of her as well (she’s also a former disney star)” Could you write that one next, it’s got new excited to see what you write for it xx

Dating Cole was never ment to be easy. You were aware of it since day one. After all he was an actor and you were an actress yourself, so crazy schedules were something you both had to get used to. College was taking a lot of your time, too, back when you both met each other, but lately there would be more and more time spent away from each other due to Cole’s hectic filming schedule for Riverdale. So, when the opportunity to become a guest star on the show came up you had no intentions on letting it slip away.

It was your first day of shooting with your lovely boyfriend and his amazing friends, something that brought bubbles to your stomach, but it all stopped when you stepped your foot on set. The cast seemed to be extremely friendly and they seemed to be total fangirl matterial.

Walking in with Cole by your side, everyone turned their attention to you after hearing the little room’s door open.As you entered the room you saw Lilly and Kj sitting on a big table rehersing their lines. You were shyly hugging Cole’s arm for comfort as the butterflies in your stomach were tickling your intestants. On the contrary your smile and posture radiated confidence something that made both Lilly and Kj looking at you in aw.

When they actually lied eyes on you their jaws dropped. For a moment you looked at them terrified expecting the worse but after Lilly spoke up your fear melted away. “Cole! You never told us you are dating Y/N Y/L/N!” She exclaimed as she looked at your hands around his strong arm holding onto it for dear life. “Well, I dodn’t think he had to,” Kj said looking at us and chuckling, “He has photos of her everywhere. I mean EVERYWHERE!” he said emphasizing the word everywhere as he looked at you, still a bit shocked that you were indeed standing in front of them. “Uhm, right. I’m sorry. This is not a proper welcoming. I’m Lilly Reinhart, huge fan of yours!” She fangirled a bit sticking her hand out as you pulled her in for a hug. “First of all, I don’t do handshakes, I do hugs. Second, I know who you are, I adore both you and your work.” You commented as she turned to Kj fangirling silently. “She ADORES me!” She fangirled once again as you just chuckled lightly feeling the atmosphere around you warm up. Imediately after her, came Kj holding his arms open for a warm welocoming hug making your tiny figure get lost in them. “I’m K-” “ Kj Apa.” You finished his sentence as he looked a tad bit confused. “Cole never shuts up about you! Also I am a fan.” You said as he looked at you with wide eyes. “Can’t say the same.” He joked. “I only had like every episode of D/S/Y/W/I (disney show you were in) on DVD just because of your character.” He said making you blush a bit as everyone laughed.

After being introduced to two of Cole’s castmates, there came some more. It was the time of my first scene on the show. My charachter’s outfit was put together and my hair was looking amazing as well as my makeup. Now, I was walking down a hall towards the room my scene would be in as my black heels kicked down the marbled floor. As soon as you opened the door a black haired girl and a very familiar red headed appeared in front of you. Once again your stomach started bubbling with anxiety as you took a shy but also confident (if that makes sense) step inside. The black haired girl that you knew to be Camila had a shocked expression on her face as she shook it of and walked towards you. “Hello,” she greeted you, a beautiful smile plastered across her face. “I’m Camila Mendes! No, nothing to do with Shawn Mendes and no it’s not a shipping nickname for Camila and Shawn,” She blurted out pretty quickly, refering to people talking about that all the time, something you had noticed just the other day. Before you could speak up and introduce yourself Camila spoke up again. “I am a big fan of you since I was little and you were in D/S/Y/W/I. I swear I had so many posters!” She said giving you a hearty chuckle as you followed her actions. Wow, maybe introductions were not going to be as bad as you thought. 

One Hundred Miles Away

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Request: oh what about a dad!shawn one where the reader and their 1 year old son surprise him at an ellen interview? (Shawn thought they were in Canada)

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One Hundred Miles Away

“Hello everybody and welcome to today’s show! We have the most exciting guest for you and a fully packed show” Ellen started, looking into the camera.

It already gave me butterflies, knowing my hubby Shawn would walk out at any second now. I still can’t believe, I got to keep that one.

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Chapter 7: I want to be with you // Shawn Mendes

Authors note: Is this the last part? probably. Im so emotional I could cry. Oh look, I am.

Chapter 6: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165723374471/chapter-6-i-trust-him-shawn-mendes

Chapter 5: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165682718231/chapter-5-is-that-really-what-you-want-shawn

Chapter 4: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165578764896/chapter-4-i-think-you-should-kiss-him-shawn

Chapter 3: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165507431011/chapter-3-for-a-walking-dictionary-you-can

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165456105886/id-never-hurt-you-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165397348631/you-might-need-to-buy-another-lock-shawn-mendes


Just as I’m about to exit the cubicle Peyton’s voice has me freezing in my tracks.

“There is something so going on there.” her shoes click as she walks into the bathrooms, another pair of footsteps following her. 

“You think so? We know that Shawn’s liked her forever, but do you think he actually made a move?” I don’t recognize the second voice so I fall silent, not daring to move.

A tap is turned on. “You didn’t see them together when they sparred the other day. Shawn has fire for Goddess sake. He could have burnt the little bookworm to the ground yet suddenly she’s the one winning? I think he grew a pair and now there’s something between them.”

Are they talking about me? 

“Did your story work? The one of Shawn killing his Mum?” The second voice asks and Peyton snorts in response. 

“He did look pretty pissed off when he heard. Steph told me she saw him storming towards the bookworm’s cabin. Apparently he didn’t leave until after dinner.“

“Do you think he blame’s her?” 

“I think she worked her way out of it and he believes her.” Peyton growls, the tap shuts off.

“What does he even see in her?” The unknown huffs and I clench my hand in anger. They were the one’s to spread the rumor about Shawn.

“Obviously enough to believe that she wasn’t the one telling everyone he burnt his Mother to a crisp.” her high pitched laugh fills the room and I slam my door open, the sound making them both jump.

“You conniving little pig.” I hiss, glaring daggers at both of them.

“Y/n, how nice of you to join us.” Peyton smirks, leaning casually against the counter.

“Go to hell Peyton.” I jeer, slinging my backpack over my shoulder.

“Only if you go first.” She returns, matching my glower.

“If I get to see you burn then sure.” I snap, my anger flowing in waves. 

She scowls and I don’t give her another second of my time, walking straight out the bathroom. I race down the hallway, intent on finding the inferno himself.

I poke my head into the cafeteria and when I don’t see him I make my way back outside.

There was only one place I could think of for where he might be. I follow the gravel path leading towards the cabins. After passing mine, I continue further into the denser forest where Hera, Hebe and Hephaestus cabin’s were located.

I’m on his doorstep, knocking persistently on the door until its opened. I push past Shawn, moving to stand in the middle of the cabin.

“Sure, come on in.” Shawn says dryly, shutting the door.

“I know who told everyone that you burnt your mother to a crisp.” I breathe and Shawn’s gaze hardens. 

“Who?” He scowls, his fire igniting at the tips of his fingers.

“Peyton, I was in the bathroom and she was talking about… you, and me,” I pause, biting my lip to stop myself from spitting out unnecessary information. Its just then that I realise I had barged in on a half naked Shawn.

His shirt is gone and the lean hard muscles of his chest are right where I can see them.

He notices my sudden silence and smirks knowingly. 

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before Y/n.”   

I gape at him before regaining my composure.

“What I was saying was she made it up in hope of you getting furious at me and staying away.” I finish, playing with the hem of my shirt to distract me from the yern to reach out and run my hands down the smooth planes of his chest. “Which worked.” I mumble at the end and Shawn doesn’t seem to hear me.

“Why would she do that?” Shawn growls and small sparks shoot out of his hands.

“Cos she has this idea that you’re in love with me and she doesn’t like it.” I snap, his heated gaze meeting mine.

“Is that a bad thing?” He hesitates, a vulnerable look appearing in his eyes. “if I were to be in love with you?”

“Shawn, this isn’t the time to be asking pointless questions.” I avoid the topic, folding my arms over my chest.

“It’s not pointless and I want you to answer me Y/n. Would it be so bad if I am in love with you?” His sudden confidence has returned and he walks closer to me. As the distance closes the cabin feels smaller and all my brain can focus on is the way Shawn’s curly hair was falling across his forehead and the fond expression on his face.

“It would be a waste of time.” I mutter, taking a step back which he matches with a step forward.

“Why’s that, my little walking dictionary?” he hums, twisting a strand of my hair around his finger.

I scowl, pulling away from his hand. “You’ve already fucked me, you don’t need to pretend your’re interested in my feelings now. I kind of got that vibe from you avoiding me for the past couple of days.”

His smirk falls. “I wasn’t avoiding you because we slept together Y/n. I thought..” he sighs turning away from me and running a hand through his hair in a stressed manor. “I thought you were mad at me, or upset about what we did. Thought you felt like I used you so I decided to just stay away.”

“Wow.” I drawl out sarcastically. “That idea makes perfect sense.”

“I realise it was a stupid idea now.” Shawn blanches. “I was just so freaked out that you might hate me and the only thing I could think of to do was just give you space.”

“That’s the most absurd thing that you could have done!” I exclaim.

“I know.” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It made me feel like all you wanted me for was sex.” I say quietly, looking down at my shoes. He’s at my side in a second, his burning hands cupping my face as he holds my gaze.

"I don’t regret a single thing I did with you that night; except for accusing you of what Peyton did but right now that isn’t important.”

“She doesn’t like the idea of you liking me.” I say, trying to blink back tears. I was getting so emotional.

“It’s not an idea.” He says boldly, his skin heating mine where it touches. “I like you. A lot.” Shawn blurts out and his cheeks are dusted with a pink tinge. “Enough to say that yeah.. maybe I am in love with you.”

I bite my lip, meeting his flame filled eyes.

“You’ve only known me for a week or so.”

“I’ve always noticed you though.” He smiles, and I finally allow him to hold me again. His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into his embrace as my hands rest on his shirtless chest. “I saw you on your first day of camp and I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.”

“Oh.” I mumble, moving closer to him. “So you’ve been like stalking me for the past three years?”

“God no, Y/n , I’m not like that.” He laughs, the sound echoing around the room.

“You make it sound like that.” I can’t help the grin breaking out on my face.

“I used to go to the library a lot and I’d always see you there. I realized that you must be daughter of one of the smart God’s so I didn’t approach you.”

“You thought that because I was smart I wouldn’t like you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow, my tone teasing.

“Kind of, I mean, I was some loner kid who everyone hated because they thought I was too hot headed.”

“You are kind of a hot head.” I beam, ruffling his hair to which he protests. 

“One of my few faults.” he smirks and I feel my stomach erupt in butterflies at the look in his eyes.

Neither of us say anything. I wet my bottom lip and the action draws Shawn’s attention.

“I don’t want to stay away from you.” He whispers after a moment of silence, moving closer so that our faces were millimeters apart. “Peyton and her jealousy can go fuck off.”

“Shawn!” I laugh, my forehead resting against his shoulder and he smells like he always does, wind and slightly of smoke.

“I don’t want you to stay away from me either.” I say, tracing a random shape on his chest with my forefinger.

He speaks again. “I want to be with you. I know we don’t have the most traditional of relationships but I really like you Y/n. I wish we could go back and redo this whole thing.”

I smile at him softly, shying away from the intensity of his gaze.

“You know how in class today Adrian told us how children of Athena never make rash decisions?” I whisper, finding his gaze again.

“Yeah?” he urges me on, his lips brushing against mine faintly.

“Everything I did in our relationship I thought about and pondered over 100 times until I knew it was the right decision to make. Nothing you or I did was a mistake to me.”

“Does that mean..?” He doesn’t finish his sentence. My hands move on their own accord to thread their way through his dark hair.

“I like how you make me feel.” I press a kiss to his lips and pull back to speak again. “I like how for once I’ve found someone who see’s me for more then just a bookworm. I’m just Y/n, not daughter of Athena.”

He grins, his hazel eyes twinkling in the orange light emitting from the fireplace.

“I like how you make me feel like more then just a hotheaded fireball.”

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Telling Them Off

Requested: Hi!!! Maybe an imagine where like y/n is getting a lot of hate from Shawns fans and like one time a fan starts insulting her in front of Shawn and he becomes all protective. P.S. Love your blog! It’s really one of the best ones!!! 💖💖💖

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You’ve just arrived at the Toronto airport with Shawn to fly to Japan. You happened to have a break from school at the same time he was scheduled to go to Japan, so he asked you to go with him. Since you barely get to see him while you have school because you’re so busy, you didn’t want to miss out on the chance to spend time with him when you were finally on break. In the year that you’ve been dating Shawn, you sometimes find yourself overwhelmed whenever you’re flying with him. You already don’t like airplanes because they freak you out, but it doesn’t help that there are almost always tons of fans waiting at the airport trying to get pictures with Shawn.

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The families always get together on Christmas. It’s a tradition. It’s the 1990s and the gang is on its second generation:

- Mike and Eleven are hosting in their home, their little girls, Michelle and Jamie running around in their fluffy Christmas dresses. They’re not even a year apart, both with dark hair and big dark eyes, mild and sharp looking at the same time. Michelle looks more like Eleven, Jamie looks more like Mike. Michelle is four and Jamie is three.

- Lucas and Max show up first as they live right down the street. Lucas is holding the two kids, their four year old daughter, Kelsey, and one year old son, Shawn. Max has the honor of holding the bag of wrapped gifts which makes the Wheeler girls love her more. Kelsey’s wild curls are pulled into a ponytail and she has freckles like her mother. Shawn also has a few freckles, but not as many.

- Dustin and his fiancee, Eva, show up next. All of the kids swarm him because he’s the best.

- Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve show up shortly with the boys, Oliver and Jason. They’re nine and eleven so they’re not as wild and crazy as the little ones. Oliver is Steve’s biological son and looks just like Steve only with blue eyes. Jason is Jonathan’s biological son and looks a lot like Jonathan but also has blue eyes and favors Joyce and Will a little too.

- Joyce and Jim arrive with armloads of presents along with their reluctant teenage son and brother of Will, Jonathan, and Eleven. His name is Robert but is called Robbie.

- Will is the last to arrive with his boyfriend, Martin, who everyone has been eager to meet. They are late to arrive because of flight delays. Will’s friends are rude and before greeting Martin, immediately begin grilling him about any information he has on the upcoming movie “The Upside Down” based on his wildly popular comic book series that rivals DC and Marvel. Will tells them he isn’t at liberty to tell them anything and they all groan, annoyed. He introduces Martin and they’re all “Yeah, that’s great, nice to meet you and now tell us about the movie!” Martin just laughs and starts spilling secrets about who’s been cast and what not.

The kids run around hyped up on cookies and punch. Mike is busy trying to tell everyone about how the game shop is going (sales were great during the holiday for the special Upside Down version of Dungeons and Dragons and the video game) but Michelle and Jamie keep climbing all over him and El uses her powers to remove them and gives them a semi stern look so they run to Grandpa Jim who gives them a big bear hug.

Dustin talks about teaching at the middle school and running AV club and his fiancee, Eva, another teacher, goes on about how he was nominated for teacher of the year again, but she wishes he wouldn’t say “son of a bitch” so much in class even if it just “slips”

Lucas talks about the force (he and Max are both cops) and how it was a wonder they were able to have Christmas Eve off. Jim keeps interrupting him because he’s retired but always wants to know what’s going on at the station. Max discusses the new program being introduced that she and El founded that helps abused children.

Will is quiet, but everyone makes jokes about his wonderful career as a comic book artist with a movie deal and video game deal and board games and all kinds of cool stuff. Martin, who works in the special effects departments of Hollywood, talks about all of the work he did for Jurassic Park. Oliver and Jason won’t stop asking questions about it. Joyce teasingly nags him about grandchildren and Will shyly confesses that later in the year, he and Martin are planning on adopting a child. He feels with everyone sort of adopting Eleven and Jim sort of adopting him and Jonathan, it seems right. Joyce is so thrilled she starts to cry.

Nancy goes on about the house she and Jonathan and Steve just purchased. It’s bigger and they need more space because they want to try one last time for a girl. Steve jokes they’ll never get a girl. It doesn’t phase anyone that the three of them are in a relationship with kids and a house because nothing is strange or weird to any of them anymore. Martin and Eva’s brows kind of furrow in confusion, but they’re polite and don’t ask any questions. Steve talks about Jason being the best on the baseball team and swim team and Jonathan talks about Oliver’s art and how he got his work put on display at an art competition and then complains that he took over the garage and it’s now “Oliver’s Studio” . When Oliver says “Daa-aad…!” he just ruffles his hair. Jonathan talks about his own collection of photographs being purchased by a dealer. It was a whirlwind time when he was suddenly discovered by the art world so suddenly and now the family had enough money for a new house, new cars, Steve was able to quit his job to return to school full time as was Nancy. Nancy was hoping to teach (which immediately had Dustin and Eva chatting up a storm) and Steve was interested in becoming part of El and Max’s child protection program.

Joyce and Hopper brag on Robbie who is doing well in school and loves taking things apart and rebuilding them and inventing things. He has lots of smart uncles to thank for that.

Conversation turns to the little ones, Michelle, Jamie, Kelsey, and Shawn, who are all begging to open presents and are soon in tears about it. Jim finally stands up and says he can’t stand to see them tortured any longer and so everyone gathers round to open gifts. Steve and the others hurriedly pass out marked packages to eager little hands. Jonathan is hurriedly getting his camera ready. El and Nancy are trying to get the kids to settle, but it’s no use. The adults pretend to be as excited as the children at each gift they open.

Michelle and Jamie and Kelsey lose their minds because they get the newest Barbie Dolls. Oliver gets new baseball cards and Jason gets art supplies. Both boys get the newest game console from Will and Martin and Dustin, Lucas, and Mike are already wanting to set it up. The adults exchange gifts too.

After a while, there is a noise outside and Steve, Mike, Jonathan, and Lucas go out to “investigate”.  Steve runs back in and tells everyone that he just saw a reindeer run out into the woods so without any coats on, the kids run outside. The little girls are asking Grandpa Jim “Hold me” but he’s not there. El reassures them that he’s using the upstairs bathroom.

Santa Clause comes out from the woods laughing out “ho ho hos” that are cringe worthy and in a flat voice asks the children if they’ve been good. Instead of being excited, the kids start screaming and climbing their parents. Robbie, Oliver and Jason bite their lips to keep from laughing. Michelle and Jamie are practically trying to climb down their mother’s sweater and Santa approaches them and removes his beard telling them “Hey, hey. It’s me. It’s Grandpa”. He then has to explain that he is Santa’s “Helper” and the real Santa is on his way. The Santa experience was a failure.

Back inside over eggnog and hot chocolate, the adults are watching the Santa Experience on the VCR because Jonathan filmed it and they’re all cracking up. Jim is just shaking his his head, face in his hands. The kids are coming down from their sugar high, exhausted.

Everyone gets ready to part ways, hugging and kissing goodbye. Will and Martin make plans to stay with Joyce and Jim and Robbie. They will all meet there for Christmas dinner the following eveing.

Inside, Mike and Eleven collapse on the couch with sighs. The girls are passed out on the floor with their new toys and coloring books. Mike kisses El and then goes to the tree to retrieve one more gift, explaining he wanted them to be alone when she opened it. She opens it to retrieve a small blue sweatshirt. She frowns at him curiously. When she holds it up, a necklace falls out. In beautiful letters on a little gold disk it reads ‘Promise’. El then understands it is the shirt Mike let her wear the night he found her. Her eyes fill with tears and they embrace for a long time. She finally picks up Michelle and he picks up Jamie. They’ve been having a hard time making the girls sleep in their own beds, and tonight they just strip them of their dresses and take them to the master bedroom to once again sleep in the bed with them. They’re too exhausted to prepare for the one am tears and little knocks on the door.

Lucas and Max arrive home and listen to the million answering machine merry christmas messages. Lucas puts the kids to bed and Max calls the station to make sure everything is alright. Lucas returns with a package and Max frowns at him. “You promised we wouldn’t get each other anything” she reminds him. They’re saving for a summer Disney trip. Lucas only shrugs and Max opens it. She stumbles back slightly. It’s a stack of papers, but on top is a check. The city of Hawkins has financed the Every Child Counts Program. Events, shirts, ads, ect.

Dustin and Eva talk the whole way home about how cool it would be if Nancy decided to go back to teaching. She had been a great substitute. When they return home, Dustin feeds all the cats and Eva smiles a little. She tells Dustin she loves him and his crazy family and she wishes she had more to give on Christmas than some socks and new comic books. He kisses her, and then the engagement ring on her finger, and tells her she’s already given him everything he’s ever wanted. He ruins the moment when he says “Except that Batman statue we saw at the con that costs more than the Batcave itself. That would be pretty sweet”. She still laughs and kisses him again anyway.

Steve and Nancy and Jonathan are griping at the boys all the way through the front door because they boys want to go play hockey tomorrow but they have to visit Ted and Karen during the day and then the Byers in the evening. Steve finally has it and says “Stop asking” and they whine about it one more time and Nancy tells them to go to bed. Jonathan is their last hope, but he simply shakes his head and says, “Go”. The boys trudge to their rooms, but they’ll get over it. Jonathan goes to start the coffee pot and Nancy rubs her eyes, fighting a headache. Steve stands behind her kisses her neck telling her “Merry Christmas, Babe”. She turns around to catch his lips. He goes to the kitchen first to kiss Jonathan goodnight and then goes upstairs calling, “Lights out,you two. It’s almost midnight”. Jonathan silently brings Nancy some aspirin and water and she smiles appreciatively.  She then complains that Will bought the boys the game console because that was their “Santa gift” and Jonathan only shrugs weakly and says, “He’s their uncle. And he doesn’t get to see them much”. They go off to bed where Steve is already in bed, face down, snoring loudly. Nancy wakes up long enough to ask him if he’s going to be the one to put presents under the tree, but Jonathan volunteers to do it.

Will and Martin ride back with Joyce, Jim, and Robbie. Joyce is all smiles asking Robbie a million questions and tells him all about Will’s drawings and how she always knew it would take him somewhere and blah blah blah. When they return home she flitters around like a humming bird tidying up and putting fresh sheets on the bed of what used to be Will’s room but is now the guest room. Jim bids everyone goodnight and asks Joyce if any doughnut places will be open in the morning. When they’re alone and undressing, Will asks Martin what does he think of everyone. Martin says he likes them all and talks about how he was an army brat and never stayed anywhere long enough to make such a close-knit group of friends. He then confesses that he’s a little disappointed that Eleven is so pretty and down to earth. “She’s so different in the movie,” he tells him. Will only laughs and says, “You just don’t know her yet”.

The next evening everyone is together at the Byers for Christmas dinner. The women are in the kitchen making food. The men are playing video games. Max even makes a joke about gender stereotypes and then picks up baby Shawn and puts him in Lucas’ arms. Jonathan and Mike and Will actually being gentlemen occasionally buzz into the kitchen to ask if they can help. Jim takes the kids out to play in the snow and there’s a big disaster when he comes in with Jamie howling and covered in blood. She slipped and fell on the porch steps but she’s fine for the most part. Steve doctors her up and then everyone begins calling him Dr. Steve all night. As tradition, the entire house is lit up in lights. They call them ‘Will lights’ and Martin is amazed and asks Jonathan to take pictures so he can return them to California because he says the way it looks in the movie is nothing like this. The movie will do it no justice unless it’s just like this.

They all make plans to spend New Years Eve together.

She’s mine//Shawn Mendes

A/N: this is part three of twisted ways & I don’t need you, the other imagines are tagged below.

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Shawn’s boot clad feet pad against the soft carpet. he breathes in and out, moving slowly, hoping not to wake his father.

He flinches when the door to his fathers room swings open, Shawn Must’ve looked so guilty, sneaking in past curfew. Flushed cheeks and crumpled clothes, he looked a mess.

“What do you think you’re doing boy!” The roars from his father made Shawn jump, hands shaking lightly.

As his eyes scan his son from top to bottom Shawn’s father smirked, making Shawn’s stomach turn, he knew that smirk. Hell, he inherited it.

“Ah, I see. I’ve heard rumors about you boy. Oh yes, I know what goes on when I’m not around. And I have to say Shawn, I’m not every happy.”

Shawn’s mind wonders back to you, it was possible that his father could’ve heard about the relationship, everybody knew.

“Dad listen-“ Shawn’s sentence gets cut off as a foot lands a blow on his abdomen, groaning Shawn falls to the floor, his father had never kicked him before, he’d never even physically touched his son, even when Shawn was a baby he refused to show affection to him. That’s one of the many reasons why Shawn turned out the way he did.

He looks up shocked, tears threatening to fall but he wouldn’t let them, he’d never show emotion of any kind in front of his father, ever.

He made that mistake once, he was 7 and split his knee open, he ran home to his father, sobbing hoping to be comforted and shown love, instead all he got was a door in his face.

It’s always been like this, Shawn never knew how to love someone properly because nobody ever showed him love. His mother left when he was 2, didn’t care enough to take her son with her.

Growing up Shawn had learned to never love anything, because everything he’s ever loved hurt him. That was until he met you, tables turned and in the end you were the one who ended up hurt. And it was all his fault.

His father landed another blow, this time on his nose. Shawn heard the crack, and felt the excruciating pain but he didn’t move, he physically couldn’t.

It hurt too much to do anything, all he could do was lie on the floor and pray his father would leave him alone, eventually he did, he retreated back into his bedroom, mumbling about how he should “take it like a man.”

Shawn’s eyes wander, not looking for anything in particular, just wanting something to focus on instead of the pain in his nose, it was definitely broken.

His eyes land on a picture of you, you were sitting on his bed reading, not noticing that he had been taking pictures of you, though you wouldn’t mind.

You looked so breathtakingly beautiful, the way your hair lay on your shoulders, the way your chest would rise and fall with every breath, your smile was one of Shawn’s favorite things, it could make him smile even if all he wanted to do was cry.

He smiled, a small almost invisible smile, but it was there. before passing out he whispered a small “I love you.”

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You sigh as you lay out your geography books, you had a Huge final coming up soon, but you couldn’t concentrate on anything except Shawn.

It had been weeks since the fight at the park, you missed him even though you were angry with him.

Knowing Shawn, he would be out getting drunk or sleeping with different girls every night, the thought made your heart pang with jealousy but you pushed it out of your head.

Normally you loved to study, it was relaxing and a way to forget about the shitty things you were going through, but your mind was too crowded with thoughts of Shawn, where did this leave your relationship? Did he still love you? Did he ever love you or was it all a game?

Being with Shawn made you feel safe and wanted, he made you feel like you had a purpose in this shitty world. He was knew to this whole love and relationship thing, and you wanted to believe that he was trying his best.

A knock on your door took you from your thoughts, putting on the best fake smile you could muster you yelled a soft “come in!”

Your older sister walked in, carrying a mug of tea in her left hand and a packet of digestives in her right.

You thanked her for the treats and invited her to stay, you needed to talk to her about this whole fiasco. She was older, she’d know what to do, right?

“Can I talk to you about something?” You asked.

“Of course, you can always talk to me.” She gave you a genuine smile, encouraging you to continue.

“You know Shawn right?” She nodded, “Well, we got into this fight a few weeks ago, I was trying to help him and get him to let me in but he just kept pushing me away, he told me that he didn’t need me and just left.”

Your sister gave you a sympathetic smile.

“Do you love him?”

“I do. So fucking much, but I’m scared that he doesn’t love me back.”

That’s all it took for you to break, you let out all your emotions crying in your sisters arms, she ran a hand down your back, rubbing softly.

“Listen, this might be hard to hear but you need to hear it. If he wanted you he would call, if he wanted you he would’ve made the effort, y/n if he wanted you, he would’ve chosen you.”

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“Fucking finally! We’ve been waiting for ages man.” Shawn’s best friend Logan exclaimed, punching him on the shoulder.

“Fuck Off Logan, I was busy.” Shawn muttered, he didn’t even want to be here, but if he continued to blow his friends off when they made plans they would know something was up.

“Oh yeah, doing what?” Shawn’s other friend, David piped up.

“Your mother.” Shawn retaliated, earing a round of laughs and “oohs” from his other friends.

David glared at Shawn, before breaking into a fit of laughter.

“I heard that Shelly’s been going around telling people she sucked you off.” Logan said, looking nervously at Shawn.

“I wouldn’t go near that bitch with a ten foot pole. I don’t want to catch something, besides I already have someone.” There was an awkward silence afterwards, nobody making a sound, Shawn started kicking the dirt aggressively.

Another friend of Shawn’s, luke, was the first to break the silence.

“But shawn, didn’t you and your girl call it quits?”

Shawn looked up from the ground, grabbing luke by the collar and pinning him against the nearest wall.

“Me and my girl aren’t over. Tell everyone that, scream it from the fucking rooftops. If anybody goes near her let me know. She’s mine.”

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Clumsy

This is the sequel to Tipsy. Hope you like it!


Do you know that feeling when you wake up at a friend’s house before them and don’t know what to do? That was exactly the way Josephine felt when she woke up. The condo was quiet; the sun was up and she didn’t know what to do with herself.

She tiptoed along the hall, stopping in front of Shawn’s bedroom door, hesitating at first, but then gently pushing the door open.

The only thing she saw was a tuft of brown hair on the pillow and she couldn’t help but smile at his adorable little snoring noises.

She quietly walked up to the bed, admiring him, feeling like a total creep or some crazy teenage fangirl.

She noticed his rosy lips, slightly parted. He was lying on his stomach and his long eyelashes were casting shadows on his pale skin that seemed to glisten in the soft sunlight.

She was about to turn around as she heard him mumble something in his sleep and she froze in place as she heard her name.

“Jo… uh… yes… yes, right there, babe, mhm, so good,” he moaned quietly, slowly grinding onto the mattress and Jo pressed her lips together, her eyes widening. “P-please, Jo,” he mumbled, fisting the bedsheets, eyes closed, brows furrowed and Jo turned around, quickly shutting the door, cheeks red, feeling uncomfortable.

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Oscars Red Carpet (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

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« How much glamour, fame, and excitement can one red carpet take? Welcome everyone to Hollywood’s biggest night, the 89th Academy Awards, welcome everyone to the Oscars!” Robin Roberts shouted to the camera.

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“Okay Y/N, here we are!” Your manager and close friend, tapped your shoulder excitedly. It was your first Oscars and first ever nomination. So, the butterflies in your stomach were definitely fluttering like mad and they have been for the past two weeks.

Your phone beeped, and you opened it to a text from Shawn.

Hey baby, I’m so sorry I can’t be there for your big night. Just know that I am so fucking proud of you and everything you’ve worked for. I’m staying up all night in Japan to watch ya.

An “aww” slipped from your mouth as you smiled.

Are you watching live?

Yep, did you get to the Dolby Theatre yet?

Yeah I’m in the car. Stepping out right now. Look out for me ;) hint: my dress is (favourite color)

Trust me, I will be. You’re going to be the most beautiful on the whole red carpet x

“Alright, time for us to go!”

You took a deep breath, fixed your hair and stepped out. The second your foot stepped on the red carpet the cameras started flashing.

You walked your way onto the carpet. Your manager’s words and instructions going through your head. Go on the carpet. Pose. Keep on walking. Then go talk to Robin.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You felt like a real princess. You walked down the carpet, slowly, your long dress trailing behind you magnificently. You smiled to the cameras, twirled, and of course; you couldn’t help but goof around a little. That’s just who you are. Spotting one of your best friends, you decided to have a little red carpet fun.

Hailee Steinfeld posed in her white dress, giving the cameras long seductive stares. Suddenly her serious expression turned into a terror-stricken one as she felt two hands clutch at her shoulders.

“OH MY GOD Y/N!” She yelled, turning around to see you. You tried your best not to let your tears of laughter slip out knowing that would ruin your makeup.

“Hiii. Don’t you look fricken fabulous?” You said to her.

“UM I can say the same about you.” She grinned.

You took a few pictures together, then carried on the red carpet, saying hi to some of your favourite actors.

Nearing Robin’s platform, you looked up at her and she spotted you grinning.

“Oh ladies and gentlemen I see Y/N Y/L/N approaching!”

You mounted the little step and hugged her.

“Hi Y/N wow this is so fun meeting you!”
“Hi hi, likewise!”

“So, first Oscars huh? Who’d you come with?”

“Oh I came here alone haha. Yeah Shawn’s in Japan and my friends got school.”

“Oh right, Shawn Mendes, you two are really Hollywood’s couple huh!”

“Well I think so.” You giggled.

“How’s it going with him?”

“It is going wonderful. I um can’t ask for more.” You gushed.

“Aww did you guys hear that, can these two get any cuter? Seriously though, do you guys ever fight?”

“Hahahaha, we do, little ones. They’ll usually be small bickers over stupid things. Like actually once, Shawn got pissed at me because I showered too long and started saying random stuff and bringing up the ecosystem haha.”

“Hahahaa. So what would he say if he was here?”

An idea came through your mind.

“Oh my god! Well actually he’s watching right now, hi babe!” You waved at the camera. “Wanna try FaceTiming him? Can we do that?” You asked the cameramen around you.

“What a fun idea! Let’s do it.”
You pulled out your phone and rang him. Surprisingly, he picked up. He was in his PJs and a Japan hoodie. He looked positively overjoyed.

“Hi babe!” You said to the phone. The cameras zoomed into the screen.

“Hi darling! How are you? You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” You blushed.

“HI I’M HERE TOO.” Robin popped up from behind your shoulder.

“Hi!” Shawn grinned. “So what do the Oscars red carpet look like?”

You took your phone and gave a 360 view of what was around you.

“So Shawn how does this feel like, your girlfriend being nominated for an Oscar?”

“Oh my god, it’s surreal. I’m so proud you know, each time someone says Y/N Y/L/N I can scream: She’s my girlfriend!” he said.

You chuckled.

“Alright we gotta go, text you later!”

“Bye Y/N, I love you and good luck baby. Bye Robin!”

“God you guys are too cute.” Robin said once again. “Alright let’s move on to Lara!”

The cameras zoomed away, as Robin continued to talk to you.

“You look great really.”

“Thank you so much Robin, you too!”

“So, what would winning this mean to you?”

“Oh my god, it’d mean the world. Like literally. Um, all my life I have struggled and I remember in my teen years, my dreams would seem so far you know? And just the fact of being here is a dream come true, and it proves to 15 year-old me that as long as you work you can do it. And hopefully teens will watch this and this’ll prove it to them as well.”

“Now that is a winning speech right there.” Robin smiled, touching your arm friendlily. “Well it has been awesome having you, but oh my we must be getting on the show is going to start! All the luck tonight, Y/N.”

“Thank you, so much.”

All the luck, Y/N.

Will you win the Oscar? To be continued when the show actually begins hahahaa I am writing live here!

I Meant It

A Shawn Mendes imagine

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Y/N, come on, open the door. Please just let me explain. I know you saw the video and I know how freaked out you probably are.“

Shawn was pleading on the other side of the door, knocking every once in a while. I sunk down to the floor against the door, pressing the restart button on the YouTube clip, running my hands through my hair.

"Alright, Shawn. Hard hitting question we’ve got lined up for you.” The interviewer spoke, crossing his legs and looking up from his card at Shawn. Shawn made a goofily nervous face to hide his real nerves, cheeks blossoming in red as he ran a hand through his hair. “You and Y/N Y/L/N grew up together, is that right?” The interviewer started. Shawn swallowed and nodded.

“Yeah, she was my neighbour. We’ve known each other since we were four. Is that your hard hitting question?” He joked, laughing nervously. The interviewer laughed and shook his head.

“It gets worse. You and Y/N are very active on social media, and are always seen together on each other’s accounts and out in Toronto. We’re wondering if there’s anything about your relationship that you haven’t told the public? Or if anything’s happened in the past with you guys? I’ve noticed both of you are supposedly single, and there’s a lot of hand holding in these pictures.” He continued. Shawn looked visibly uncomfortable as he thought out his response.

“Y/N has always been someone I’ve admired and felt completely comfortable around no matter what. We’ve helped each other through so much and grown up together, right? That kind of history makes you close to someone. I’m very fortunate to have her in my life.” He replied. The interviewer raised an eyebrow.

“And are you just friends, or is there something more?” He asked, although Shawn was evidently avoiding the question.

“We’re not dating, if that’s what you’re asking. We’ve never dated in the past, either. I mean, my relationship with her has always been complicated in some way because people don’t think guys and girls can be friends. We’ve both had significant others that have broken up with us because they thought we were together. It must be the way I look at her or something, but yeah, I understand the confusion.” He replied. The interviewer jumped at him.

“The way you look at her? Care to elaborate on that?” He asked. It was obvious that Shawn hadn’t realized that he said that, and the blush he had grew to the tips of his ears.

“Well, y'know, I do love her. And not just as my best friend. I think that kind of honesty can always be seen in the way someone looks at someone else.” He shrugged.

I turned off the video and stood up, pacing up and down my front hall for a moment before stopping at the door and opening it quickly. Shawn stood at the other side, his sullen expression turning into immediate worry as he opened his mouth to explain, but I cut him off. “We need to talk about this for a sec. Jesus. Come in.” I said, shaking my head in disbelief and leading him to my room.

Shawn took a seat on the edge of my bed and watched as I paced in front of him, muttering under my breath. “Shawn, people are freaking out! I’m freaking out!” I cried, stopping in front of him. Shawn ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. “I had to turn my phone off because it was glitching from all the notifications. Everyone is flipping shit. Have you talked with your publicist yet? That fucking interviewer just kept pushing and pushing until you said what he wanted to hear. How the hell do you explain that to everyone on planet earth and have them understand?” I continued. Shawn grabbed my wrist to stop my pacing, and I turned to him.

“Wait- that’s what you think happened? You think I just said that to get him off my back?” He clarified. I stared at him, my mind going a million miles per hour.

“Is that not what happened?” I asked. Shawn let out a small laugh, running his hand over his face.

“Why do you have such a hard time accepting that people actually genuinely like you?” He laughed, “I confess my feelings for you accidentally on live television, and you automatically think it was fake.” I blinked, stared at the top corner of my room, then looked back at him.

“It wasn’t fake?” I said dumbly. Shawn let out a breathy laugh and leaned his forehead against my stomach before straightening out again.

“No, Y/N, Jesus. I meant it. I love you as more than a best friend, Y/N. I look at you differently because I love you. I actually honest to god really love you. I just didn’t mean to say that for the first time aloud in an interview, I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. I wanted to say it in person. I love you.” Shawn said earnestly. I took a deep, shaky breath, not looking at him.

“Oh.” I breathed. Shawn laughed again. “You love me. What the fuck, Shawn? You love me?” I said in disbelief. “Me?”

“Yes, Y/N, I thought we established this. I love you.” Shawn laughed, his callused thumb rubbing my hand as he held it.

“What the fuck.” I breathed, still in shock. “I’ve literally had a crush on you since second grade. But all this time you’ve been this weird, unattainable fantasy for me. You’re way out of my league. How could you possibly love me when you could have anyone on the planet?” I asked. Shawn’s eyes were bright as he smiled up at me.

“You’re out of my league, Y/N. Are you serious? You’re my best friend. You’re this witty, hilarious, passionate, beautiful girl. It would be impossible not to love you. No other girl can make me laugh like you do, or support me like you do, or know me like you do. And I don’t even want to bother trying with them, because I want you. Every single day of my life, Y/N.” he said, standing to his full height and looming over me, his hand finding the side of my face. I was awestruck. He really loved me.

“But, Shawn, we’re best friends. If we start dating, we either get married or break up. Those are the only two options. And if we break up, then what? Our families are friends, we live next door to each other. That could ruin it all.” I worried. Shawn tilted my head so I could look at him, and licked his lips. I was distracted by them for a moment.

“Y/N, I’m not going to propose to you right now. Not yet. And I know the thought of it all scares the shit out of you, because it scares the shit out of me too, but I love you. Through and through. And I don’t think I can ever stop that. You might stop feeling the same, but I don’t think I could ever stop loving you, Y/N. Even if we break up, I’ll still love you, and I wouldn’t let any of that get in the way of our families or anything like that, because I’d still be dying to see you everyday. I love you. Do you understand?” Shawn was near tears by now, and so was I. I searched his eyes and found the special way he looked at me. I found the honesty.

“I love you too, Shawn. Ok.” I said finally. Shawn barely gave himself time to smile before swooping down and pressing his lips to mine. Every inch of me tingled and my mind went hazy as we kissed, my hands on his neck and his wrapped tightly around my waist. I fit perfectly into his mold, flush against him. I didn’t ever want to not be kissing him. When we pulled away, we were breathless and giddy.

“I love you.” He breathed.

“Forever.”

merry early christmas

the sun peeking through the blinds was the sole reason you weren’t able to fall back asleep. some nights both you and shawn were too occupied with your 15 month old baby girl to remember to close them before you finally went to bed. your little girl, ava, still wasn’t sleeping through the night and you and shawn were up almost every 4 hours feeding her or trying to put her back to sleep. you were extremely tired and looking at the clock, it was only 7 am which means you had about an hour and a half until ava woke up again. you rolled over so the sun rays were now hitting your back to reveal your husband sleeping soundly. ‘i wish i was that peaceful right now.’ lucky for him, he didn’t need to feed ava every other time she woke up and he got a few more hours of sleep than you each night. you weren’t complaining about feeding her, you loved it. it was a bond only you and her could share, but sometimes you wished she didn’t have to be fed every few hours.

shawn stirred, draping his arm around you and pulling you closer to him. “good morning,” you chuckled, running your hand through his messy curls. “sleep well?” he didn’t respond, instead he pulled you closer and rested his head on top of yours. “i’m tired,” he finally said, his morning voice was raspy and even after all these years it made you want to melt into a puddle every time you heard it. “me too,” you agreed. “but we need to get up and start the day.” you tried to free yourself from his grip which only resulted in him pulling you closer and holding you tighter than before.

“don’t leave, stay with me.” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. “the baby is going to wake up soon.” you sighed. as much as you wanted to lay here with shawn all day, you knew you couldn’t. you weren’t carefree teenagers anymore, you were married and had a baby and a four year old to take care of, which required you to leave the comfort and warmth of your bed. of course, you could always bring little ava into the bed with you for a little while, which shawn tended to do on weekends when you two just wanted to relax for a while. luckily, your four year old son, alexander, slept through the night but had quite the history of coming and cuddling with you and shawn every morning, which you loved. he was such a momma’s boy and he loved cuddling with you, which made shawn pout because he wanted to cuddle with you too.

“shawn,” you whined, trying to push him off you. “i can hear her, she’s awake.” you could hear the faint cries coming from her nursery from the baby monitor you had set up in your room. you absolutely loved that she wasn’t a loud crier, and that she rarely cried. overall, ava was a good baby, she always ate willingly, rarely cried, and was the happiest baby you’ve ever seen. not to mention, she was by far the cutest baby you’ve ever seen but you might be a little biased. “i need to go get her.”

after hearing the cries of his little girl, he released his iron grip so you could go get her and bring her to your own room. as you tiredly made your way down the hall, you could hear her cries get louder.

“hey, it’s okay,” you cooed as you entered the pink room. her crying ceased once she noticed you, instead she was making grabby hands that her father taught her how to do. you picked her up as she let her head fall on your shoulder. “come on baby girl, let’s go see daddy.” you tiptoed your way back to the master bedroom, taking a quick peek in alex’s room to see he was sound asleep under all his blankets. she perked up at the mention of shawn and you knew the minute she saw him she would no longer want to be in your arms, she would want him. you walked back in the room to see shawn talking to his phone, from the looks of it he was live on instagram.

“shawn it’s 7am on a sunday, who’s even watching that?” you laughed, taking a seat on the bed that was out of the camera.

“for your information, 90 thousand people including niall, john mayer, and andrew are watching right now.” he said, reading some of the comments fans and his friends were leaving. “andrew says hi.”

“hi andrew!” you said, making sure not to speak too loud or else ava would start crying. you were surprised she wasn’t squirming around to get to her father yet.

‘dadadadadada,” ava babbled, reaching for her father but not whining for him, yet. he smiled adoringly at her, reaching his arms out to take her from you. you were sure once she came into view of the livestream, people would start going crazy.

“hi baby,” shawn cooed, kissing her rosy cheek. “how are you today? did mummy dress you in a christmas onesie?” he tickled her small belly, earning a laugh from the now wide awake little girl. “say hi to the people,” he motioned to the camera for her to wave and she copied him. you weren’t in the shot but you could clearly see the fan’s comments from where you were sitting. you loved that they absolutely adored your kids and that they never left negative comments about your family.

“for your information shawn,” you butted in. “there are 10 days until christmas so it’s only fair that both kids wear their christmas pj’s.” you shook your head, “get in the christmas spirit shawn.”

he laughed, “come in the camera y/n, the people want to see you.” he grabbed your arm with the arm that wasn’t supporting his daughter in attempt to pull you in.

“no way, i look terrible i just woke up.” you said, moving further away from him. he shook his head, “you look beautiful as always.”

while shawn was talking to the fans on his livestream, you heard the pitter patter of alex’s feet running down the hall into your room. “mumma!” he yelled, running into your arms. he was still holding this all time favourite stuffed bear as he gave you his famous morning hug.

“hi baby, how did you sleep?” you asked, kissing the top of his flat bed hair. you hadn’t noticed that shawn had now flipped the camera so it was facing you and your son.

“good!” he looked up at you, giving you the cutest smile you’ve ever seen. he looked exactly like shawn, he had inherited all his features and pretty much none of yours. “christmas is soon!” he exclaimed.

“shh, not too loud.” you whispered. “but yes, it is. are you excited?”

shawn watched as you talked with your son, eventually deciding to end the livestream and spend some time with his little family. shawn pulled you all close to him, cherishing this time he has with his family before he starts touring again, which he was hoping to take a few years off.

“do you guys want an early christmas present?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence. your question was mainly directed at shawn and alex since ava was too young to understand and she was half asleep on shawn’s chest.

“yes!” alex exclaimed, sitting up immediately. “what is it?” you smiled at his eagerness. shawn gave you a confused look. “who is this early present for?”

“everyone!” you called as you walked into the closet to retrieve the present. The physical part of the present was mainly for shawn since alex was also too young to understand.

you returned to your bed, holding a small box in your hands. you handed it to shawn and told him not to open it yet, alex tried to grab it but luckily you stopped him.

“alex,” you smiled. “you know how ava is your baby sister?” he nodded, not fully processing this information while shawn looked at you questioningly.

‘well how would you feel about having another baby brother or sister?” you asked, unable to contain your happiness anymore. shawn’s eyes widened and his jaw completely dropped. alex looked confused before he nodded slowly. “but ava is the baby?”

“yes, but how would you feel about another baby?” you asked as shawn just stared at you in awe.

“i want a baby brother!” he said happily. “we can name him joey like my bear!”

shawn ripped open the gift without your consent revealing a sonogram of the baby that was currently in your stomach and a positive pregnancy test. “no way!” he smiled, “no way,”

you nodded, “i’m pregnant! surprise!”

luckily, alex moved out of the way in time for shawn to pull you into his arms after he gently set ava down on the pillow next to him. “this is amazing baby!” he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips as alex cringed.

“we have to call my parents, and your parents!” he said, reaching for his phone.

‘no!” you stopped him. “let’s wait until christmas eve, i have a plan.”

shawn nodded, not really caring about when he tells his parents or yours. all he can care about right now is the fact that there is another life growing inside you that was half him and half you. he pulled you in for another kiss, ignoring alex’s protests yet again.

“merry early christmas baby,” you said, still in his embrace. alex ended up joining your hug and you managed to grab ava too.

“merry early christmas indeed.”

You’re Here~s.m.

Long ass, unedited fluff. Sorry if it seems rushed. Also not my best work but something is better than nothing lmao  😘

Hope you lovelies enjoy :)

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My parents didn’t want us together.

We wanted to be together. But it was our word against theirs. Sure, it was our relationship, but with parents like mine, having something be yours meant it was theirs too. It meant decisions had to be made about that something by them too. It meant if what they wanted was ultimately more realistic, plausible, sensible etc. that their choice was end game.

It meant my word didn’t matter. They didn’t want us together.

We met two years ago. I was about to start college. He was world famous singer, on his fourth world tour, at the time on the NA leg. I never thought we’d come across each other in the way we did. Hell, I never thought we’d come across each other period.

For the most part, I knew of him. For the lesser, I wasn’t a big fan of those pop boys anyway, so I didn’t care for the fact that he had walked up to me in a crowded cafe in St. Louis, where I was from, and asked if the seat across from me was taken. I said no, he sat, and there we were, in silence, until a server came to take his order.

I only began to pay care when he ordered the exact same thing I did- Caffe Americano with coconut milk, and a blueberry muffin cut in half, buttered just the right amount.

“What’d you just say?” I had asked, leaning forward, not believing the odds for even a second. Everyone I knew hated coffee with coconut milk and thought butter on muffins was useless- “didn’t they already use butter to make them?”

He recited his order again, smiling, bearing his white, slightly crooked teeth that made him only a smidgen imperfect. The rest of him was so flawless, from his curly chocolate tufts of hair to his indented chin. And in that moment, I began to grow fond of those features I had only been in the presence of for a mere 10 minutes.

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A/N: This wasn’t requested, I’ve just had this idea in my head for so, so, so long and last night I started writing. I just feel like every one can relate to having put a label on them, idk. I may delete it again.

Word count: 4,286

The music was loud - too loud - actually giving me a rather unpleasant headache. I must admit, I didn’t really want to be at this party, but it was my first day back for months and I think my friends needed to see me make an effort.

Loads of people were here; half of them I didn’t even know and it had taken me an hour and a half to take pictures with different people. I didn’t mind that, but I would just rather have been chilling at home with Aaliyah watching Harry Potter or something.

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He stretched out in bed, sighing quietly.
He was finally home after a day of doing promo. Five radio interviews later he needed to be in his own bed, hearing the rain pound against the window, snuggled up in a blanket.

He closed his eyes, opening them as soon as he heard her steps.

“Jo?”

He sat up, leaning against the headboard. “Baby, come here, it’s late!” he chuckled and Jo stepped into their dimly lit bedroom, holding a cup of tea in her hand. She took another step in his direction as the hot water spilled over her hand.

“Dammit!” she hissed, as the water dropped on the floor. “Oh, fuck!”

His girlfriend was the clumsiest person on earth. She would trip over air and stumble over her own feet.

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