“I hate that you can’t come tonight.” He says grabbing his backpack.
“I know, but you have to work and so do I. But I’m gonna watch it on youtube and on TV, actaully I’m DVR ing it.” She says sitting on the back of her calves, her knees digging into the bed.
“You’re not allowed to watch it.” She points at him.
“I know.” He nods.
“You’re not allowed to open your eyes during the performance.” She continues.
“I’m being serious Shawn.”
“I know you are.”
“I’m so proud of you but, it makes me a little uncomfortable.” She confesses.
“Stop.” He wraps his arms around her waist, tackling her to the bed. “But maybe I should see if I can sneak a goody bag, or steal you one of the outfits.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Seriously.” He says looking into her eyes. “I don’t wanna see them, I wanna see you.” He says brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.
“Promise.” He nods, stealing a quick kiss. He gets up, standing to grab his guitar. She sits up again.
“I swear Shawn, if you look at one of them.”
“I am not gonna look at any of the Angels, you’re the only Angel I look at .”
She rolls her eyes and he kisses her again, leaving for soundcheck.
He’s performing at the Victoria Secret fashion show, but so is she.
He doesn’t know that she’s one of the new Angels. She just so happens to be walking during his performance.
“Are you ready?” Andrew asks Shawn as he’s putting his in ears in.
“I just wish Y/n was here, she wasn’t quite comfortable with me performing tonight, if she was here I would just sing to her.”
“I’ve been told you I can give you a hint.” Andrew says handing him his guitar.
“Yeah, she’s here.”
“Where?” He asks, eyes going wide.
“That’s what I can’t tell you. All I can say is she’s closer than you think.”
“Thanks.” Shawn smiles, knowing that means shes front row.
He walks out on stage, smiling and waving at the screaming crowd. The music starts and he walks out to look at the front row, locking eyes with every person he can, trying to find his favorite pair of eyes.
The models start walking and he doesn’t look, not wanting too. He’s watching their feet so he knows where their at.
He notices a familiar tattoo on an ankle. It’s an initial, the SM, Y/n has on her ankle. She got it when they were on tour, a game of truth or dare became legit.
He looks up, meeting her eyes. She smirks at him, continuing her walk. She’s in a black lace bra with matching panties, thigh high black heels, with the black wings. Her hair is teased and all crazy, make up done up.
He stops singing, in all his years in the business he has never once stopped singing on stage. But when he sees her, he’s at a loss for words.
He just stands there, staring at her in awe. He’s being yelled at through his in ears to continue, but he is so lost in her that he doesn’t even know how to move anymore.
She walks back to where she came, smirking at him, trying to keep it cool so she doesn’t lose her job.
Once she’s off stage he knows how to breathe again, and continues with the song.
He rushes off stage, once the song is finished and pushes past the crew looking for her. He can’t find her anywhere, but he bumps into Andrew.
“Where?” Is all he can get out, out of breath. Andrew points to a door and Shawn see’s her name on the door. He doesn’t even knock he just barges in. She’s waiting in her chair, smirking at him.
“What the fuck?” He says closing her door and locking it.
“Shawn, I told you not to look at any of the angels.”
“Don’t fuck with me Y/n, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Good surprise huh?”
“Jesus, I forgot how to breathe.”
“I have to go out again.” She says standing up.
“Really?” He asks excitedly.
“Don’t be too excited Mendes, like I said you don’t get to watch.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.” He grins, taking her into his arms.
“I have to get ready Shawn.”
“You can kiss me first.” He says leaning in. He kisses her, biting her lip.
“Stop.” She pushes him away. “I can’t have swollen lips.”
“Fuck you’re killing me.”
“I can tell.” She grins, feeling something hard on her thigh.
“You can’t, you can’t walk out in the fucking Victoria Secret fashion show and not expect me to get turned on.”
“I have to walk one more time, and then I’m all yours.”
“Fuckkkk.” He groans, throwing his head back.
“You gonna stay while I change, or wait for when I walk to see what I wear?”
“I thought I wasn’t allowed to watch.” He smirks.
“Me, you can watch me.” She points at him.
“I’ll take it.” He says, pecking her lips again. “I’ll see you out there.” He says.
He walks out of her dressing room, meeting Geoff in the hall.
“Best surprise I’ve ever had.” He says shaking his head.
He goes out to his spot in the crowd, eyes glued to his phone, respecting her wishes of him not looking at anyone else.
“She’s on.” Andrew says and Shawn’s head snaps up. He shoves Andrew’s face to the side so he can’t see and he ogles at his girl.
She’s in red now, same outfit, just red.
He can’t breathe. She walks, hips swaying, body shining. She walks to the edge, meeting his gaze, winking at him.
“Jesus Christ.” He mumbles as she turns to walk back. Now he’s got the perfect view of her ass, and how good it looks in that fucking thong.
He’s up out of his seat, rushing to her room.
He’s catching her before she can enter the room. She giggles as he’s picking her up.
“Shawn I can’t leave in this, can you imagine the tabloids.” She says, “Let me put clothes on and then we can leave.”
“Fine.” He huffs. “Hurry.” He growls into her ear.
She does as told, throwing one of his grey shirts on and then her blue jeans.
“God you look so fucking sexy in everything.” He growls walking her to the exit. She’s tucked into his side, as he tries to get her through the paparazzi.
Their in a car, back seat, driving back to his place. His lips are on her neck, and shes sighing as he pulls her closer.
She’s giggling as he’s pushing her up against the door to his apartment. Their lips are attached to each other, and he’s attempting to unlock the door with one hand as he’s holding her with the other.
He can’t get the door open and he’s getting frustrated.
“Shawn.” She giggles, pulling away. “Just unlock the door, when we aren’t kissing.”
“But I don’t want to stop kissing.” He says reattaching their lips.
She’s inhaling, sucking on his bottom lip. He’s groaning pushing himself closer to her. She can feel his growing member, and moans out.
“God damn, that was fucking sexy.” He breathes against her lips.
“Unlock the door Shawn.” She demands.
He unlocks the door, pushing her inside. He’s slamming the door shut, locking it. The second he’s turned around he’s picking her up, her wrapping her legs around his waist.
He’s taking her to the bedroom, ridding of her clothes. He groans as he sees that she’s still in the red outfit she wore on stage.
“You kill me.” He says throwing her on the bed. He crawls on top of her, kissing every where he can……….
The sun peaking in the window wakes her. She breathes in sharply turning, looking at his bare back. His back muscles move with every breath he takes, and she smiles at the small red lines, she left there last night.
She remembers the events that occurred last night and she blushes at the thought.
She starts to get up slowly, planning to make some breakfast, but an arm wraps around her waist and she’s pulled back into his chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Kitchen, to make breakfast.”
“Nahh, I think you’re gonna stay right here.” He grins, kissing the back of her neck.
“Good morning.” She sighs.
“MMmm” He hums against her skin. “Morning.”
He’s grinning, and pulls her a little closer.
“I’m not leaving you at all today.” He says kissing her neck to her collarbone.
“Got anymore of those bras?” He smirks against her.
“I do actually.”
“Fucking christ.” He groans. “I was joking.”
*Imagine him staring at you like he is in that picture*
Girls like me are dangerous. Well read, well spoken.
The true daughters of the ancient Pantheon. We have Athena’s mind, we have Artemis’s freedom, we have Aphrodite’s beauty, we have Hera’s power, we have Hestia’s fire, we have Demeter's generosity
we have steel spines and strong hearts and a willingness to follow through. we are storms of our own making, with fire in our eyes.
we will not, cannot let others makes us weak, think that we mean less, think that we can do less
we were never allowed in the arena.
oh, but that just made us hungry. that just made us learn to fight in back alleys, learn to scream in the silence of our homes, learn to walk softly and carry a big stick.
oh, but that just made us angry and we’ve finally been allowed to unleash that rage. we are weapons, with our killer smiles, our high heels, our winged eyeliner. we’ve taken what you all decay and made into arrows and daggers, little things that when used right can draw a whole lot of blood
oh, but that just made us fierce. that just made us lean on each other, that just made us grab each other’s hands and squeeze before the battle, that just made us turn our bruises, our sisters’s broken hearts, into bombs made for destruction
oh, but that just made us powerful. that just made us a family, like vines strong enough to wrap around a tree and pull it down when they work together, that just made us able to disappear like smoke, we will never forgot how easy it is to become invisible, that just made us queens, with crowns of blood, crowns of toil and sacrifice and also crowns of flowers, crowns of faith and hope
we are here
we’ve entered the bloodbath and we are never leaving
we are sirens, we are witches, we are angels, we are the true goddesses
and oh darling,