nothing lasts forever, but wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?
Shawn x Reader -
“And the winner for best male artist is….”, the announcer began, “Shawn Mendes”, your ex-boyfriend’s name was called.
You clapped as the cameras were now on you, you smiled and clapped to keep from controversial comments.
“Thank you all so much”, Shawn began with a grin on his face, for a split second you could’ve sworn he winked in your direction but you tried not to think too much of it. He finished his speech and was on his way, you only hoped seeing him again wouldn’t bring you back to your old memories with him. The ones that kept you up at night.
— “Congrats on your award”, your makeup artist nudged you while taking a sip of her wine that they were serving at the after party.
“Thank you very much”, you grinned.
“You know who else won an award”, she wiggled her eyebrows.
You hip bumped her, “Shut the hell up”, you giggled while tucking your hair behind your ear, “I clapped and smiled, congrats to him I guess….”, you trailed off.
“You’re still in love with him”, she teased.
“No…just no”, you chuckled while shaking your head, “But I do see Luke Hemmings eyeing you, got get ‘em tiger”, you put your hand out in a claw motion as she began walking over there. You shook your head lightly with a smile as you took a cheese cube.
“These look good”, a voice said as an arm came into view and took one too.
“Because they are”, you smiled while turning to see the owner of the voice, “Oh…hey.”
“Y/N”, Shawn grinned widely before pulling you into his arms, “How have you been?”
You were shocked at how comfortable he was with talking to you, especially since you couldn’t smell any alcohol on his breath, “I’ve been good actually, congrats on your award”, you high fived him.
“You too, most outstanding actress, fucking awesome”, he praised you.
You blushed, “Thanks”, before looking down at the cheese cubes, somehow planning to make your escape with some in your hand, “Well it’s getting pretty late so…I think I’m gonna head out”, you turned around.
You suddenly felt Shawn grab your elbow, “I’ll go with you, I was about to leave too”, he shrugged.
“Are you sure”, you asked, really hoping he’d come to his senses and just stay.
He nodded, “Why not spend it with my favorite girl–I mean old friend”, he corrected himself as you giggled, “I meant the second one.”
You continued laughing as you both began walking out. —
“So you hit yourself in the head with the mic twelve times in one night”, you laughed as Shawn was chuckling at the wheel of his jeep, untied tie, blazer off. You with his blazer on to keep warm, converse on, comfortable.
Shawn burst out into more fits of laughter, “Stop laughing, your laugh is contagious.”
“It’s fucking hilarious though”, you threw your head back with laughter as the car came to a halt.
“I just need to get something out of my house”, you hadn’t realized you were in Shawn’s driveway until he got out, “You coming?”
“Uh…yeah”, you nodded hesitantly before climbing out and following him inside.
“I’m just gonna get my jean jacket out of here before I drop you off at your place”, he put his right foot on the stairs.
“Oh no, it’s late, you don’t have to drive me home. I can just call an Uber”, you waved off at his offer.
“You in the car with some creep at 4am? I think the fuck not”, he chuckled.
“Well I don’t want you to drive home this late by yourself so I’ll just call my driver”, you took your phone out of Shawn’s blazer pocket, where you had left it.
“Don’t bother the poor guy”, he held your arm, “How about you stay here?”
You looked up at him with shock, his shy figure blushing in front of you, “I don’t wanna trouble you. You’ll have to get your guest room ready or some shit like that, I’ll go home.”
“It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before”, he shrugged, gaining more confidence by the second.
“You sure do have a way with words Mendes because…I think I’ll take you up on that offer”, you giggled.
“Just like old times”, a grin spread across his face.
“Ehh”, you said sarcastically.
“You’re right”, he walked toward you and smashed his lips onto yours.
For some reason, instead of pulling away, you melted into the kiss, became putty in his hands. You became so putty like that you somehow ended up making out on his bed, blazer off you, shirt off of him….
Olivia will be honoured at the 42nd annual Gracie Awards.
Each year, the Alliance for Women in Media Foundation “celebrates female luminaries by recognizing their outstanding achievements across new and traditional media platforms.” The 2017 gala — which supports the AWMF’s educational programs and scholarship campaigns that benefit women in media — is set for Tuesday, June 6th at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel in Beverly Hills. Among the topics that will be addressed at the gala are immigration, reproduction rights, race relations and women in the workforce.
Olivia is honoured for her performance as Angela Burr in The Night Manager
I groaned as I untwisted myself from all of my sheets,
rolled out of bed, and shuffled to the front door of my apartment that Andre
was banging on.
“Tom! Come out right now! You never leave your apartment! We
are going out today! Stop feeling sorry for yourself!” Andre yelled from the
hallway as he pounded his fists against my door like a gorilla to his chest.
“Tom seriously – “ He began as I opened the door.
“Oh, hey. Didn’t think you were going to actually answer.”
Andre said as he pushed passed me and plopped himself down on my couch.
“What do you want, Andre? You know I’m not feeling good.” I
told him as I ran my fingers through my bedhead.
“That’s exactly why I’m here. You have been moping around this
small ass apartment feeling sorry for yourself because Anna broke it off with
you. It’s been almost a month. I’m getting so bored not having anyone to do
anything with. You need to get back in the game.” He explained as he played
with the Snapchat selfie filters on his phone.
He was right. My girlfriend of over a year… my first serious girlfriend… had broken things off with me. She was an athlete back in Canada and really wasn’t around. Things were just getting too difficult to keep up with. There was more bad than good, so she walked away. I was torn up.
“My game is fine. Did you somehow miss both of my goals in
the game last night?” I questioned with an annoyed tone.
“I’m not talking about hockey, babycakes. You know exactly what
I mean. Don’t let one girl ruin your whole world. I know you got your heart
broken but there are so many girls in the world.” He went on.
“I didn’t get my heart broken. We’ve been over this.” I
“Oh, you didn’t love that girl?” Andre asked as he stood up.
“It was complicated. You know that. She was never around.” I
explained, for the millionth time.
“Whatever, man. Just get some clothes on. I thought we could
go to Georgetown today. Get out of the building. It’s an off day, we should
“Fine.” I answered as walked back into my room to change and
wash up for whatever adventure Andre had planned for us today.
“So what’s on the schedule for today?” I asked Andre as I
got into his black BMW.
“Filomena for lunch, shopping, Georgetown cupcakes?” He
“Italian food? I just woke up.” I questioned as we rode over
the bridge and into Georgetown.
“It’s 1PM. And don’t act like you don’t want Italian food.
You always want food.” He argued.
“Okay, true.” I answered reluctantly.
We parked down by the water and walked into the small
restaurant, luckily not running into any fans. I hated running into fans when I
was in a bad mood. Made me look like a bad guy.
“Table for 2?” Andre asked the host.
“Mr. Andre,” the host began in a thick Italian accent,
clearly remembering us from all the other times we’ve been here. “Our
restaurant is rented out for a Georgetown University award ceremony. We do have
one small table in the corner, we could seat you there if that’s okay?” Andre
looked over at me for approval, and I nodded.
We weaved in between several college students and finally
found a small table in the corner.
“This isn’t so bad.” Andre said as we sat down and began
browsing through the menu. I nodded in agreement as I silently selected the
chicken parm off the menu.
“Attention everyone!” An older woman said as she stood up, clinking
her knife to her glass. “I would like to get started with the awards now.”
“Spoke to soon.” Andre said. We shared a quiet laugh.
“I just want to start by saying that we have grown into such
an excellent Sports Management Program here at Georgetown. We truly are a
family in this department and this year we have some of the most brilliant
students I’ve ever had the privilege of working with.” She continued. “We have
four awards to give away this afternoon. The first is our prestigious Academic Achievement
Award. This award goes to a great young woman who has demonstrated her drive
and passion for all of her classes. She always goes above and beyond with all
of her work, and she finished up last semester with a 4.1 GPA. Congratulations,
A beautiful blonde wearing lace up sandals and a flowy olive
green dress stood up amid the loud applause that Andre and I had joined in. She
smiled and shook hands with the woman, then returned to her seat.
“Our next award is our Character Award. This award goes out
to a student who is always willing to lend a helping hand. This student logs
almost 20 hours each week tutoring others and is always a leader on campus.
Come back up here, Y/F/N Y/L/N!” The woman announced.
Andre and I joined in the applause once more as the same
blonde made her way to the woman, accepting the award and smiling for a photo. Her
long dirty blonde hair fell just below her breasts, and her long tan legs
looked as if they had been kissed by the sun. The woman went on to announce the
other winners, but my eyes stayed on Y/N, watching her sway around the room and
accept hugs from her classmates.
“Hello? Earth to Willy.” Andre began, snapping his fingers
in front of my face. “Your food is going to get cold. What are you looking at?”
He asked, turning around to spot what my eyes were fixed on.
“Willy! She’s hot! Make a move.” Andre pushed with an
I shook my head. “I’m not ready.”
“I didn’t say you had to marry the girl. Just rebound hook
up.” He suggested.
“After having a solid relationship, I’m really not into that
anymore.” I told him, still watching Y/N float from table to table gracefully.
“Damn. The puck bunnies are going to be very disappointed
“Oh well.” I said as I finished up my meal. I contemplated
introducing myself and grabbing Y/N’s number, but I couldn’t make myself do it.
I needed to take the single life one step at a time. First step, getting out of
the house and back on the town with my friends. Check. Maybe another day I
could test out my flirting game.
On our way out of Filomena, I turned around to get one more
look at Y/N. Our eyes met… hers were brown and inviting. She smiled sweetly at
me, allowing a warmth to grow in her eyes. I regretted not going over to her
from the minute I turned around.
“Why have you been so quiet today, bud?” Andre asked as he
checked out at the Nike store.
I sighed. “Just had a lot on my mind.”
“Like what?” Andre asked. “You’re playing great… that should
be your main concern and that’s nothing to worry about right now.”
“That girl that was in the restaurant. The one getting all
the awards. She was really pretty. And seemed really smart.” I said.
“I knew you thought she was hot. You could probably try to
find her on Instagram.” He suggested as he slid his card.
I made a face and shook my head. “Hell no! I never even said
anything to her but I’m going to follow her on Instagram?” I questioned.
“Uh yes. Then, when she follows you back, you do the 3
picture like thing and then send a DM. Protocol.” He explained.
I laughed. “You’re ridiculous. I’m not into those social
media head games. I’d rather just find her again and then talk to her.”
“Whatever, man. I really just want a cupcake.” Andre told
me, brushing off what I was telling him about Y/N.
We made our way out of the Nike store and down the street to
Georgetown Cupcakes, and the ridiculous line that wrapped around the building and
down the residential street. We waited patiently in the line, barely moving an
inch in the forty minutes we stood there. Our conversation remained light,
consisting of the upcoming road trips and the solid memories from our Dad’s
Trip this season.
“Tom, look.” Andre said, tilting his head to the side and
motioning to Y/N, who was walking up the street next to the line with a few of
her friends. She must have noticed Andre motioning to her, because she looked
over at me, shooting me that gentle smile that I had gotten just a few hours
before in the restaurant. She was in the middle of her group of friends,
surrounded by a brunette on her left and a bleached blonde on her right. They
stopped where we were in line and chatted for a few moments, soon saying their
“See ya! And Congrats Y/N!” Her friends said in sync as they
walked down the hill, leaving Y/N standing a few feet away from me, alone. She
turned towards me and Andre pushed me over to her.
“Hey.” She said with a giggle and a small smile.
“Uh, hey.” I began. “Not sure if you remember but a few
“You were at Filomena today. How could I forget?” She asked,
a sweet look growing in her eyes.
“Right, well I just wanted to say that you are really
beautiful, and congrats on all of your awards. That all sounded awesome.” I
“Thank you.” She answered. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“I’m Tom.” I said with a small smile.
“I know. I’m a sports management major, remember? Obviously
I know who you are.” She answered with a laugh.
“Oh, duh. Right, sorry. Well, maybe I could get your number
and…” I tried, but was interrupted by Andre.
“Do you want to come to our game tomorrow night? Home game
at the Verizon Center. He’ll leave tickets for you at will-call. And bring a
friend.” Andre chimed in, noticing me struggling.
“Oh, sure.. that would be a good time.” She laughed
“Andre, please man.” I said quietly as he backed away.
“But my number, sure.” She smiled.
I handed her my phone and she punched in her number.
“I’ll text you. And tomorrow, I’ll leave you two tickets?
Don’t feel like you have to come if you don’t want to.” I said shyly.
“Looking forward to it, Tom. I’ll talk to you soon?” She asked
as she backed away.
“Talk to you soon.” I smiled as I stepped back in line with
“Back in the fucking game Willy baby!” Andre laughed.
Congratulations to the Fleabag team for winning Best Multichannel Programme and Best Original Programme at the Broadcast Awards. Olivia and Phoebe have previously worked together on ‘Broadchurch’and also in the theatre in Noel Coward’s ‘Hayfever’. Olivia was unable to attend the awards as she is currently filming.
A/N: This idea came to meet at 5 am, but now it is the next day and I still think it’s cute. Maybe you’ll like it, too.
Warnings: None why would you even think that
“I wouldn’t do that.” You hummed not looking up from your
“Do what?” Clint played dumb as he continued to sneak his
“That.” He did it anyway though. His hands latched to your
sides and he began furiously tickling you. It was seconds before you couldn’t
hold back and the electricity zapped from you into the foolish man. You almost
couldn’t stop as his hands were frozen at your sides in shock, but thinking
about his safety you were able to stop giggling long enough to extradite
yourself from his grip.
“I’m going to admit that one hurt.” He gasped in between