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Never Letting Go ~ A Shawn Mendes Imagine

When you have a long distance relationship things get really complicated and it sucks. The timezones fuck up your sleep rhythm, you miss the person like crazy but you can’t hold him or kiss him. You miss the feeling of his hand in yours. You miss his laugh, his eyes, his smile, his personality, his voice and after a while it hits you so hard you cry for a while. And then at one point it stops. You don’t really care that the person you love, the person that was supposed to be your forever is at the other side of the world.

They say you fall out of love at some point. I always believed it would be different with me and Shawn, that we would stay loyal and never have trouble with communicating. We would text each other 24/7 and call each other every night even if it was just to say goodnight.

But last month we fell out of love. The phonecalls didn’t last as long as they did before, sometimes we didn’t even say ‘I love you’ anymore. Neither of us bothered to text the other one. And after a while we just stopped talking to each other. Even if we continued talking, it wouldn’t have mattered, we still would’ve fell out of love.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Shawn with all my heart, but it all just got a little bit to much lately. I used to be so in love that I would daydream about him. He would make me happy be just saying my name or by greeting me. But now it just doesn’t have a big effect on me anymore.

We started dating when we were both 15. I can tell you, he was the best boyfriend you can imagine. Always full of suprises and didn’t mind if I talked about girly stuff with him. He was always so carefull and gentle around me, like he could break me any second.

5 months ago, he told me the news, he was going on tour. I told him I was so proud, although I was crying because I couldn’t go with him. We both ended up crying on his bed that night. It didn’t bother us that we were just laying there, cuddled up against each other, it was enough for both of us.

A month later he left for tour. Back then we were still so in love and happy with each other. I was crying so hard as I hugged him for the last time. 

If I knew that that was the last time I was going to hold him, I wouldn’t have let go of him.

Now I’m here in my room. I’ve been staring at my phone for an hour, trying to figure out if I should dial his number. After debating with myself for another 15 minutes, I picked up my phone and dialed his number.

It rung 3 times before he picked up.

“Hello?” He asked. I could hear laughter coming from next to him.

“Shawn,” I whispered, barely audible, but he heard me.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He asked, “Is everything okay?” His voice held worry, but it just wasn’t as much as he used to worry when I called him out of the blue and didn’t sound happy.

“Shawn we need to talk for a minute,” I told him, holding back a sob that was threatening to go past my lips.

“Y/N I can already hear it in your voice what you’re going to say, please don’t do this to me,” He whispered, his voice shaking. I heard a door open and then I heard cars pass by, letting me know he went outside.

“We have to brea-” I started but I couldn’t finish, a part in me didn’t want to finish but Shawn cut me off before I could stop myself.

“No, stop. I can’t do this without you! You were the one who told me I had a beautiful voice! We told me I could do this!” He rushed out and I let the sobs leave my lips.

“I just can’t do it anymore, Shawn. I’m sorry,” I told him before hanging up. The sobs that left my lips were making it hard for me to breath. My voice buzzed beneath me and I saw that Shawn texted me. I screamed, picking up my phone and throwing it against the wall. I layed down, curling up in a ball while I pulled the covers over my body. My sobs continued as I was slowly drifting to sleep.

*5 months later*

I didn’t get much sleep that night, maybe 2 hours. As much as I tried, I couldn’t take my mind of Shawn. Yes, I do regret the break up but it was the best thing for both of us. That way he could focus on his music and I could focus on school. I knew it would be rough the first month, but nobody told me it would still hurt after 5 months.

2 months after the break up, pictures of Shawn and a girl started popping up in magazines. I couldn’t help but glare at them and what was worser were the headlines.

Shawn Mendes cheating on girlfriend Y/N!?

New love story for Shawn Mendes?

Shawn Mendes is a cheater!?

I could kill every single person who wrote about Shawn cheating on me. He would never do that, I wouldn’t cheat on him either. I couldn’t do that. But was pissed me off more was the girl he was with. Lauren. I couldn’t believe her! She was comforting me in the beginning and now she’s walking around town holding hands with Shawn and calling him her boyfriend! What about the rule: Never date exes ?

I walked out of my house, putting my earphones in and started jogging towards the woods where I would do my usual work out routine. I softly started singing along with Emili Sandé as I started jogging through the woods. I stopped and took out my earphones when I saw 2 figures standing at the work out place. They were fighting, I couldn’t understand what they were saying and I couldn’t exactly see who they were. And then I heard his voice. I quickly made my way passed them, since I didn’t want to be talking to either of them. Luckily they were too busy in their argument to notice me. I jogged through the woods and ended back on the road, I jogged back home and saw Shawn sitting on his front porch with his head in his hands. I walked up to my front door but stopped when he said my name. I looked at him and flashed him a small smile.

“Long time, no see,” He said, cracking a small smile.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, “How have you been?” I asked him, slightly hoping he felt just as shitty as me.

“Honestly? I’ve been a peace of shit,” He told me, making me smile a little bit, “What about you? How have you been?”

“I cried for 3 weeks, but it still hurts,” I admitted, “It was a mistake to break up with you and I regret it, but it was the best for both of us at that moment,” I told him and he nodded. I knew he knew breaking up at that moment was the best, he just didn’t want to give into it.

“Lauren told me you were feeling like crap for the first couple of weeks, but that you were doing alright now,” He told me and I sighed, looking at my feet and kicking away a rock.

“She lied,” I mumbled and he chuckled.

“I know, Ian came up to me this morning telling me that you’ve been a wreck for the past 5 months,” He paused for a moment before continuing, “I confronted her about it this morning and she told me you were doing good when she came to visit me.”

“I seriously wasn’t, I didn’t even know she was going to visit you,” I told him, “But can we just drop it, yeah?” He nodded, looking at the road.

“Y/N?” He asked and I nodded, looking at him. His brown eyes found mine. “Would you consider going out with me tonight? I smiled, stepping over the little fence that sepperated our houses. I pulled him closer and placed a small kiss on his lips. He was shocked at first, but quickly pulled my body against his and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. He tongue lined my bottom lip and I parted my lips, giving him access. Our tongues wrestled until we both had to pull away for air.

"I love you, Shawn,” I breathed out.

“I love you too, Y/N,” And with that he pulled me into a warm hug.

I was never letting go again.

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“I’m going to the park with Sam and Johnson!” I yelled at my mom before I left my house. Me and the Jacks have been best friends since kindergarten. We always hung out together, it came to the point we just walked into each others houses without knocking, even if the person wasn’t home. We had sleepovers and watched scary movies or romantic ones.

But since Gilinsky is dating this bitch named Hannah, things have changed. It was just me, Johnson and Sam most of the time. Probably because queen Hannah doesn’t want Jack to hang out with us. Everytime I ask him if he wants to hang out, he said he’s gonna do something with Hannah.

I absolutely hate it because I’ve had this thing for Jack since a couple years ago. Sam was dating someone, so was Johnson. So me and Jack used to hang out all the time. People used to tell us we were a beautiful couple or people always asked me if I was dating Jack. That’s when I realized I actually liked him. He made me fall for him, but he didn’t even notice it. But then again, who wouldn’t fall for Jack Gilinsky? He’s the whole package, hot, nice, funny, dirty mind and most of all a beautiful heart. And his eyebrow game is also a bonus.

I ran up to Johnson when I saw him and give him a hug.

“Y/L/N” He greeted me, making me smile. Johnson had this thing that he could make everyone smile with just greeting them. Well that’s what I think.

“Johnson” I greeted back, giving him a warm smile. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I laughed when the person spun me around.

“Look who decided to show up” Sam laughed, setting me back on the gras.

“Sorry for wanting to look good” I said, punching his arm. He rubbed it while he was pouting, “Don’t be a pussy, Wilkinson.”

“Hey guys!” I hears a familiar voice shout at us. I turned around and saw Gilinsky and Hannah walking towards us, holding hands.

“Here comes the devil” I muttered, making Johnson hit my shoulder while Sam started laughing.

“Hey Jack,” I smiled when they approached me, Johnson pushed me a little, as telling me to greet Hannah too, but Gilinsky cut me off.

“Hey Bubbles,” He laughed, making me smile as he let go of Hannah’s hand and pulled me in for a hug, I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him tighter to me. Hannah coughed behind us, making Jack pull away.

“Yo bro” Johson said as he greeted Jack with a bro hug, just like Sam did.

I sneeked a glance at Hannah to see her glaring at me.

“What?” I snapped at her, she just raised her eyebrows at me. I turned away from her and started talking to Sam as we walked to a bench. I sat down in between him and Gilinsky. Hannah sat down on his lap as Johnson took place next to Sam. We started talking about everything until Gilinsky didn’t answer to my question so I turned my head to see Hannah pushing her tongue in his mouth. I scoffed, standing up and walking away.

“Where are you going?” Sam called out behind me.

“Home! Don’t swallow each other!” I shouted before quickly walking past everyone.

*In Treehouse*

I stared at the stars above me. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jack and Hannah make out session. Why couldn’t it be me? Was I not good enough for him. Well I probably wasn’t, if you look at his ex-girlfriends, they’re all so beautiful and I’m, I’m me.

I heard someone open the door and coming into the tree house.

“Go away, I want to be alone” I told the person but the door was closed before I finished my sentence.

“Do you really want me to leave?” Gilinsky’s voice asked, making a tear slip out of my eye.

“Do you need something?” I asked him, not moving my eyes from the stars.

“I-” He started but he didn’t finish. He just laid down next to me, “Just like the old days, us laying here, looking at the stars. Where is that time?”

“That time disappeared when you started dating that bitch” I told him.

“No need to be rude” He chuckled, “But if you want to know, I broke up with her.”

I looked at him to see if he was joking but he wasn’t. He just looked at the stars with a blank expression on his face.

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because I don’t want to loose you Y/N. You mean so much to me, I rather have you in my life than her” He admitted, looking in my eyes with his beautiful brown ones. He leaned closer to me, placing his soft lips on mine. I quickly kissed back, placing my hand on his cheek, to deepen the kiss. He asked for entance by sliding his tongue across my lower lip. I smiled, not giving him what he wanted. He groaned, pulling me on top of him and laying his hands on my but, squeezing it lightly. I gasped from pleasure and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. We fought for dominance, wich he had of course.

“Y/N? Are you up there?” I heard my mom ask from underneath the treehouse. Me and Jack jumped apart, what caused me to bite his lip in the progress.

“Yeah mom, I’m here!” I told her. Jack touched his lip, looking at the blood on his finger.

“Fuck” He hissed, wiping it on his black hoodie. I heard my mom mutter something before she left. I looked at Jack.

“She doesn’t know you’re here, does she?” I asked, making him smile, shaking his head.

“I love you Y/N, I truly do” He said as he stood up, pulling me with him. He intertwined my fingers with his and placed his forehead against mine.

“I love you too, Jack” I told him. I leaned upwards and placed my lips on his.

Direct translation is a myth. Perfect localization is a joke. We are all pawns, controlled by something greater: memes. The DNA of the soul. They shape our games. They are the culture – they are everything we localize. Expose someone to memes enough, and they begin to love it. They become a carrier.
—  Nintendo Treehouse
Studio ~ Jack Gilinsky Smut

You sat next to your boyfriend his best friend on the couch in the studio, listening to Jack’s voice singing the verse of Jack and Jack’s new song, hitting every note perfectly. Johnson was telling you about this new girl he had met in town a couple days ago.

Jack walked out of the booth, walking straight up to you, pulling you off the couch and wrapping his arms around you. You nuzzled your face in his neck as he pulled you closer. Within a second you felt something poking your thigh. You giggled, pressing a soft kiss against the soft skin of his neck. You pulled away as Johnson said he was heading out to get some lunch.

“You horny fucker,” You joked, pushing him a little, “Was this morning not enough for you or something?”

“Babe, please,” He breathed out, pressing his forehead against yours. His warm breath hitting your face. His eyes screwed shut as he waited for your touch. He must be really horny right now if he’s already pleading.

“What do you want me to do?” You teased him, making him let out a groan. You placed your hands on his chest, slowly going down, feeling his chest through the flannel he was wearing.

“Help me out, I want your pretty mouth, I’m begging you, baby, please,” His pleads didn’t seem to end, but you weren’t going to give in that quickly. If he could be a tease all these other times, why couldn’t you be one?

You slid you hands underneath the flannel, lightly touching his smooth stomach with your fingertips. He leaned it, desperately trying to feel your lips on his, but you turned you head, placing your finger on his lips while shaking your head no.

“You have to earn it, babe, be a good boy for me,” You smirked, pulling him into the recording booth. You sat him down on the couch, straddling him as you slowly unbuttoned his flannel. Jack was watching you closely, his eyes almost begging you to touch him, to help him get off.

You rocked you hips against his as you finished unbuttoning his flannel. Your hands placed on his shoulders as you continued grinding on him, creating friction between the both of you.

“Babe please, do something, it hurts,” He whimpered as his eyes found yours,  his hands placed firmly on your hips, holding you still for a moment. You slid your hands down his chest to the waistband of his pants, quickly unbuttoning his button as he pulled them down along with his boxers. His member sprung up against his stomach, making Jack let out a breath of relief.

You cupped his face, bringing his face closer to yours, teasingly brushing your lips against is before molding them together in a passionet kiss. Jacks hands slid up to the small off your back, pulling you closer. Your hands were tangled in his hair as one of his hands pulled your panties to the side underneath your skirt. He rubbed his lenght against your clit teasingly before lining himself up and letting you sit down down on him. Both of your moans filling the booth as you adjusted to the feeling of him being inside you for the second time today. You started rocking your hips at a steady pace. Jack threw his head back, moans falling from his lips repeatedly. It wasn’t much that you could take charge, Jack always wanted to be the dominant one. He liked the feeling of being in charge, the feeling of knowing what he could do to you.

Jack gripped your hips tightly and guided you to a faster pace, making both of you let out a crazy amount of moans. Your lips found his, pulling him into a heated kiss. As your tongues were wrestling as you were about to come. You started moving your hips even faster, bouncing up and down. You burried you face in the crook of his neck, letting out loud moans and his name multiple times, sending him over the edge too.

You both sat there for a moment, taking everything in. You studied his face as he did the same with yours. His hands traling small paterns on you thighs as yours were playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

“I love you,” He whispered, closing the gap between you for a moment before pulling away, placing his forehead against yours.

You smiled, pecking his lips, “I love you too, Jack.”

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