The laughter that boomed in the sitting room of the Irwin household made your heart implode with pure happiness. It had been months since you had last seen Ashton’s family. You loved his family as if they were your own
— which they might aswell be as of now since the hazel eyed lad put the ring on your left ring finger only weeks before hand
— and had missed them dearly.
This day was the day that you and Ashton spilled the news to them. They were ecstatic to say the least. Ashton’s mum wanted to celebrate the occasion by having a big dinner. The excitement was evident in her eyes as she shooed the four of you out of the house.
“I heard there’s a new ride in the fair at the pier! Do go there whilst I get the dinner started.” Ashton’s mum said clapping her hands together as Ashton rolled his eyes at his mother while you giggled.
“Mum, this whole thing isnt necessary! Just get that
— “ Ashton had started but was interrupted by his mother hitting him wither her dish towel. “Nonsense! Go on then be back by 7:00.”
By the time you all entered the fair, the screams of joy filled your eardrums. Ashton’s large hand encased your own as you, Lauren and Harry walked past the game stand.
“Can we get candly floss first, Ash?” Harry asked excitedly, pointing towards the sweet stand.
“Sure,” he mumbled taking a detour from the rides and turned towards the stand. Ashton let go of your hand kissed your cheek as him and Harry walked to the stand.
You and Lauren started talking about the rides and which ones you were most excited for. “Hey, Y/N, I was wondering maybe if I could be a bridesmaid at you wedding?” Lauren asked, giving you the best puppy eyes she could muster.
“Of course! It’s not like I wouldn’t have asked you even if you hadn’t asked,” you said as you laughed together. “What colour dresses I wonder.”
Before Lauren could answer, Ashton and Harry returned with much more than just candy floss. “Let the fun rides begin.” Ashton yelled causing you and Lauren to roll your eyes at his childishness.
After you came back to Ashton’s family house you had the lovely dinner that Anne Marie had prepared. You had said your goodbyes and arrived back at your apartment.
Once you walked in after your fiancé, you were backed up against the front door, his hands caressing your waist as his lips quickly were on yours. The lights were all off and only the slight glow from the sun setting was in the room, the sound of your lips smashing together echoing against the walls.
The light swipe of Ashton’s wet tongue against your lips emitted a shy groan from you. Your arms came up behind his neck tugging at the hairs on the nape of his neck lightly causing him to groan into your mouth. His tongue danced along the roof of your mouth before you both separated so you could breathe.
You rested your forehead against his as you both smiled. “What was that for?” you mumbled still playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“No reason, you’re my soon-to-be wife, I can make
out of you as spontanuously as I please.” he smirked cupping your ass in his hands.
“Keep it in your pants, mister.” you winked pecking is lips gently before walking out of his embrace
— making sure to sway your hips as you wore a smug smile on your face.
Pairing: Ohmtoonz Word Count: 1333 Summary:
“‘I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re
still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m
carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
Requested by @hammeredarmie (STILL ACCEPTING REQUESTS) Notes:
So as I started writing this, i realized that I don’t know a thing about
firefighting so I just kinda winged it as best as I could. Also,
there’s a lot of flirting in this and I suck at flirting so maybe it
won’t seem too awkward!! Enjoy!! - Crest <3
In the video: Chan: “To be a hero, hello we’re A.C.E. When meeting the fans today will be winking. The loser has to do it. How will you do it?” Jason: “Should we show it one by one?” Everyone except for Wow: “We are the champions..” Chan: “Show us!” Jason: “Wow will do it to Jason.” *Acting as a fan* “Is it a gift?” Jason: “One more time.” Wow: “I won’t give it to you.” Chan: “Everyone, we’ll do winking like that. Hyung, hurry up and say bye.” Jun: “Sorry.. until now it’s been A.C.E.”
In which Spock blushes a lot and Kirk is oblivious, because apparently the nature of Vulcan kissing is not common knowledge.
By Phyona (ao3), for plaidshirtjimkirk, who gave me my first experience with this wonderful fandom by being sweet, supportive, and welcoming.
Spock and Kirk had been
captured by native alien tribes before. In
fact, it was illogical that Spock hadn’t observed the pattern and taken some sort
of preventative measures. If he had, he might
not have found himself in the most uncomfortable position he’d ever endured:
Trapped in a small cage, with
his hands bound to James T. Kirk’s.
He was certain neither his
captain nor his captors understood the Vulcan implications of finger-touching. Kirk didn’t, at least, or Spock knew he’d be pulsing
disgust into the psychic bond of skin on skin, rather than his familiar brand
of unwavering resolve.
Spock did his best to raise
“You’d think we’d have
learned to avoid this by now,” Kirk sighed, amusement crinkling the corners of his
eyes. He flexed his fingers against
Spock’s, not seeming to notice when Spock shivered at the touch.
“I overestimated our ability
to learn from our mistakes.”
“How foolish of you.” Kirk shot him a playful glance, totally at
odds with the severity of their situation.
He punctuated by squeezing the mound of Spock’s palm; a sensual, skilled
pressure. Spock straightened and drew in his crossed legs.
“Are you alright? You look a little green. Then again, you always look a little green.”
Request: I’m in freaking love with your poly! Series! Do you think you could do a sugamon one? (Suga and rap monster) thank you💕
“Are you sure you’re gonna be able to keep him busy?” Yoongi asked as he wrapped his arm around you. “Nowah is asleep right now. Go make us daddies now” Namjoon jokes as he shoves his boyfriend away. The three of you had decided that after 3 years it was time to add another member to the family. Namjoon was the happy father of a toddler boy and had been told by Yoongi that he had been wanting to experience true fatherhood. So Namjoon talked you into a magical night alone with Yoongi while he watched your son.
Little did he know the energy your son would get when he woke up. Namjoon had gotten little to no sleep the night before because of the studio so he passed right out when he sat down onto the couch. His son only managed a 30 minute nap after his father passed out. His little body slide off of the couch and was curious were his mommy and papa were. “Mommy!” he called out as he went down the hallway “papa!” he then yells as he made his way to your bedroom and pounded on the door.
Yoongi practically threw himself off of you as he breathed heavily “I think that gave us a baby” he spoke “well we can always double check yeah?” you flirted as he smirked and leaned in to kiss you. While he was moving to getting on top of you a loud smack hit the door and only a few seconds later did it fly open. By then Yoongi had shot himself off of you and laid himself beside you and threw a pillow over his crouch. “Nowah what’s wrong buddy?” Yoongi asked him “what are you guys doing?” he asks as he gets closer to the bed before you stop him. “How about you go back to daddy okay” you tell him.
“Daddy is sleeping” he spoke as Yoongi groaned “okay bud go back out and we’ll be there in a few” Yoongi told him while Nowah nodded and rushed out of the room. “Namjoon said he could do this for us” Yoongi told you as he grabbed his boxers “well Namjoon worked later than you did yesterday” you spoke “if he couldn’t do it he could have told us. We could have done this another night” Yoongi spoke as you put your finger over his mouth. “You told him that you wanted a baby. He wanted us to be able to have a chance to have a baby. He was being very very sweet” you told him as he grabbed your hand and smiled.
When you two came out you were greeted by Nowah “can I have a snack?” he asks you as you nodded and he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen. Yoongi looked over at Namjoon and then took a seat beside him. He looked over Namjoon and dragged his fingers through the front hairs on Namjoon’s head which caused him to stir and wake up. Namjoon sat up quickly “oh my gosh I fell asleep I’m so sorry-” Yoongi laughed lightly “we got a round in before Nowah barged in” Namjoon slapped his shoulder lightly “don’t use that term with young ears around” he spoke.
“Daddy” Nowah said as he rushed out carrying a cup of crackers “what is it buddy?” Namjoon asked with a tired smile “did you nap well mommy said I should ask you” he spoke as he climbed back onto the couch. “Yes I had a good nap. I might take another one soon” Namjoon told him as he reached over and stole a snack from the cup. His son gasped “that’s mine” he whined as Namjoon took a bite “I’ll get you some more later” Yoongi told him as he took the cracker from Namjoon and took a bite himself.
“Hey I took that first” Namjoon says as he reaches for it but Yoongi stuck the whole thing into his mouth “now it’s mine” he said with his mouth full. Nowah giggled at his fathers childish behavior “you guys shouldn’t take things from your son” you said bringing out drinks “what is this?” Yoongi asked. “Well we have a fridge filled with child drinks so I got chocolate milk before it goes bad” you spoke as you gave your son a sippy cup and then them glasses of milk as well. “Do we have cookies?” Namjoon asked “they’re your son’s cookies and your already stealing his snacks so none for you” you said poking his nose.
Namjoon pouted “well chocolate milk is best with cookies” he mumbled as he looked over at Nowah and wiping his little face of milk droplets. “Do we get snacks?” Yoongi asked “you already got one mister” you winked “no that was dessert. I want a food snack” Yoongi told you. Namjoon smirked “do you think it worked?” he asked taking a sip “if it doesn’t you have to watch him another night” you told him “why?” Nowah asked “well papa and mommy are talking to the stork buddy. They’re trying to get you a sibling” he whispered as Nowah gasped “can you tell him I want a brother” he looked at you and Yoongi. “Well buddy that’s all up to him” Yoongi told him with a cute smile.
First time you saw the Joker you were
mesmerized. It felt like someone dropped a bag with 20 bricks on your head and
kicked you in the nuts. Wait, you don’t have any, scratch that off, it might
have been a cramp.
First time you saw the Joker you were
mesmerized. It felt like someone dropped a bag with 20 bricks on your head and
kicked you in the nuts. Wait, you don’t have any, scratch that off, it might
have been a cramp.
**** You just froze, staring at him.
J is sitting on that fancy armchair he stole from Commissar Gordon’s office
when he raided the police headquarters last week. He is on his phone texting
and Frost is at the desk, typing something on the laptop. Everyone is running
around the warehouse like crazy, getting ready for tonight’s robbery.
The Joker lifts his eyes for a sec
and notices you glare his way. He doesn’t think anything of it and goes back to
texting. After a couple of minutes he
looks up again and you are in the same spot, glancing in his direction. He
looks left, right and behind him to see if there is anything out of the
ordinary that got your attention. Nothing. And he doesn’t know you. How did you
get in? Unless you’re…
“Hey, Frost, who’s that?” he growls
at his henchman, pointing his head towards you.
Jonny sees you and:
“That’s my cousin, sir, that’s Y/N.
She finally got here.”
“You sneaky bastard, you didn’t tell
me she’s pretty, I would have hired her sooner,” he smirks, throwing his cane
I had my reasons, Jonny sighs, keeping his composure.
He knows what that look on your face means: you are smitten with your
new boss- J is so your type.
my God, I didn’t know Mister J is such a nice piece of a..”
“Y/N, you found us!” Frost interrupts
your train of thought, signaling you to follow him.
**** You can’t take your eyes off him;
you are totally infatuated with the Joker. Your cousin completely hates it that
you two shamelessly flirt all the time. J calls you all these pet names and he
can tell you love it. Frost wants to throw up every time he witnesses all this
shit. Too bad for him because you absolutely
adore your boss.
“Princess, go get Daddy a drink,” he asks
while organizing the maps on his desk.
“Right away, Mister J,” you grin and
go get it for him. The Joker is concentrating on his project, grabs his glass and
without even realizing it he takes your hand and briefly kisses it:
“You’re such a good Doll.”
You never had a heart attack before,
but you are pretty sure that is what it would feel like.
Holy crap, I’ll never wash my hand again! you promise yourself, excited to the maximum.
**** You have to go to the penthouse and
pick up some explosives. Getting around a living room might seem like an easy task
for a skilled hit woman such as yourself but it all goes to shit when you see
the Joker coming out of his bedroom with just a towel around his waist.
The two neurons in your brain that
survived the visual impact have a hard time connecting because you can’t think
right now. You are basically drooling.
Oh my God, look at those tattoos!!!! you squeal inside like a high school girl. His skin looks sooo smooth and soft, I
wonder if he’s smooth aaaalllll over. Lord, I just want to yank that towel off
him and grab h…
“Pumpkin, did you hear me?”
“Hmmm?” you try to pay attention but
“I said the dynamite is on the
balcony, go get it, come on, you don’t have all day, you need to take care of
my black list too.”
You make a few steps then you stop, a
huge smile flourishing on your lips: Mister J is winking at you. Ahhh, he’s such a flirt, you think,
delighted, but…why does he look so awkward
while doing it?
“Stupid contacts, I really hate them,”
he complains, heading towards the bathroom and rubbing his eyes, annoyed.
You must admit this moment is one of
the biggest disappointments of your life, right up there with that time when
you cat died.
**** At his club, late at night, just
you and him in the VIP room, trying to wrap it up. You help him bag the money
you guys stole from the Bank of Gotham and he suddenly asks you:
“Y/N, can you please scratch my back?
I have a spot, right around …here” he guides your hand, ”it’s been itching like
crazy, I can’t stand it anymore.”
You gulp, your eyes devouring him but
he can’t see because you are behind him.
Oh, you sexy thing, I have an itch too and I would love for you to …
“Baby doll, what are you doing?!”
You look down, coming back to reality
and realizing you are running your nails along the velvety tapestry of his chair.
Oops. You didn’t mean to fondle it.
**** J sits at his desk, very
interested in the notes you gave him. Your informant was able to smuggle the
new plans of Arkham Asylum, it looks like they actually have some secret rooms
in the basement. The Joker keeps on licking his lips, purring, satisfied he has
such a treasure in his possession and you are a step away from losing it.
You go and sit on the glass desk,
scooting over until you are in front of him and all the papers are pushed to
the side. He sees you and looks up, confused.
“Princess, what are you doing?!”
You lean over so you can be close to
his face and just ask:
“Did anybody tell you you’re
The Joker’s blue eyes narrow, he
thinks he didn’t hear you right.
“Did. Anybody. Tell. You. You’re. Beautiful?” you repeat, smiling.
“Ummm…yes?” he replies, now completely
“Who?” you snap, backing out a bit,
irritated. “Was it one of the bitches working here?!!!”
“What? No, you told me last week and the week before, you always tell me that,
you naughty girl. I’m starting to think you’re flirting with me.”
“Huh? I did?” You really don’t recall. “So I’m the bitch then,” you begin laughing so
hard and he doesn’t know how to react. “All right, as long as it’s me I’m OK.”
He watches as you happily head towards
the door and bump in the armchair.
“Sorry, my bad!” you giggle, closing
the door behind you.
Why is she taking to the furniture? he wonders, snickering. And they say I’m the crazy one, J rolls his eyes, amused.
**** “Baby doll, can you make me some
of those dark chocolate chip cookies I like?”
“Sure can, Mister J, “ you gladly oblige
because you like using the kitchen in the penthouse.
“Can you make them into little bites?”
Gosh, I would love to bite your …
“Kitten, did you hear me?” the Joker
interrupts your daydreaming.
“Yes, bite…everything,” you mumble, distracted.
“I got it, sir, no worries!” you reassure
J, backing out while staring him down.
“Y/N, kitchen is the other way,” he
points out the obvious direction, not understanding why you forgot where it is.
After you bake the goodies you bring
them over and watch him munch on them, absent minded while drawing things on
He’s such a delicious morsel, you conclude and feel it is your sacred duty to do
something about it.
You step in front of him, lift his
chin up and kiss him. That was something he did not expect.
“Mmmmm, you taste so sweet, yummy!”
you close your eyes, enjoying the moment.
“Y/N, are you flirting with me?” he
asks, even if he knows the answer.
“No, never, not me…nope…Maybe?…
Most definitely!… God, you’re such a tease!” you blur out, frustrated,
kissing him again.
J snickers, definitely impressed by
this new approach:
“What did I do?! I just kill people,
steal and blackmail,” he seductively whispers on purpose (jerk, taking advantage on such a sweet,
innocent little thing such as yourself) and doesn’t expect your
“Oh, my God, yes, talk dirty to me!!”
you moan and land in his lap, starting to kiss his neck and face all over and
he has to admit you’re not boring at all.
“I also drive my Lamborghini…”
“Jesus, yes, tell me more, you bad boy!!!”
you scream, pressing your body against his, totally turned on.
He is so entertained and he has to
admit no woman did this to him before.
“…And last night I washed my own
dinner plate,” he confesses, winking at you.
Your jaw drops to the ground.
“Shut up !!!! No way !!! My Goodness
and all the saints, you have such a dirty mouth, I love it !!! You sexy beast, keep
He laughs and spanks you while you
try to rip his shirt and actually succeed after two tries. You frantically
start kissing his tattoos. The Joker has another one for you:
“The other day I was able to change a
light bulb in my bedroom.”
“Holy shit !!!” you gasp, panting like you ran
the 10K marathon. “You are so bad, I love it!!! I never imagined you could be
so naughty!” You pull down his pants and push him on the floor.
He never had a woman before that undressed him so fast. And he thought he
**** Frost comes up to the Penthouse
to talk something important with his boss but doesn’t see anybody around. He
suddenly hears some noises coming from the master bedroom and stops in front of
it, listening at the door. What’s going
on in there?
His eyes almost come out of their
sockets when he hears you two:
“This morning I changed my earrings,”
the Joker grunts.
“Ahhh…” you scream, “…you’re killing
me!!! Talk dirty to me, don’t stop!!” you moan, ecstatic at the revelation.
“Last week I stole 8 million dollars,”
he snarls, nibbling on your ear.
“You’re the worst!!! Wash your mouth
with soap, Mister J!” you shout, feeling you are going to completely go bonkers
“Wanna wash it for me?” A few slaps
and muffled laughter.
thinks, distancing himself from the room.
Delsin Rowe x Reader: Chinese Food and Horror Movies
Its a cold night, you were walking the streets of Seattle on your own. Being a Conduit has its perks, knowing if anyone attacked you, you could lodge a nice shard of glass in their groin made you feel pretty safe.
You heard a swoosh overhead and looked up. Delsin.
You guys had known each other for quite a while, helping him locate new Core Relays, take out D.U.P’s and just hanging out with him as friends. You had to admit though.. He was really hot.
You’re thoughts wonder to the one time you saw him in a towel after a shower. Lets just say Delsin wasn’t the only one who was wet. You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks, but you attempt to hide it as he stopped in front of you. He held a couple of spray paint cans and a smirk on his lips. You knew exactly what he wanted you two to do.
“Hey (Name), wanna go tag? I got an awesome idea for a piece that’ll really fuck off some D.U.P’s” He said, walking closer, flipping one of the cans up in the air and catching it again. “Dude I gotta get home, its 2am and i’m tired” You smiled, punching his arm playfully. Delsin looked at you with a slight pout “But (Naaaaaaaaame)!” You giggle, walking past him. “You can come hang out at my place if you’d like, maybe i’ll let you share my Chinese” You held up the bag behind you so he could see.
A few moments later you heard him job up next to you. “Fiiiiiiiiiiine. But next time, come back earlier so we can go do some art okay, i’m tryin’ to exert my talent here!” He smirked playfully.
“Oh yyyyeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh right. You just wanted some alone time Mister” You wink at him and he laughs. “You got me (Name)” He yawns, placing his arm over your shoulder. “Guess I should bring out the ol’ moves. Might get me lllaaaid!!” You laugh, pushing him away, punching his arm again. “Get off you perv, or no Chinese for you” He instantly stops and you smirk.
As you arrive at your apartment, door, you get out your keys and Delsin leans on the door frame next to you, arms crossed. You could feel his gaze on you, but you suppressed your blush.
Walking in, you turned on the light. Delsin was already on the couch, arms behind his head. “You sneak, that was where I was gonna sit!” “Early Conduit gets the couch spot~!” He chimed, you roll your (E/c) eyes, unpacking the Chinese.
You sit together on the sofa watching a horror movie, chowing down on your food.
After you had finished, Delsin said he needed the bathroom, so he left.
It was getting to a terrifying part, and you secretly wished he was here so you could use him as a pillow to hide behind. As the music got more intense, you tensed up, awaiting the scare. But the music stopped abruptly, and you thought it was okay. But suddenly Delsin fabricated out of smoke in front of you. “ BLLLLEEEEERRRRRRUUUGHGHGHGH!!!”
You let out an ear splitting scream, jumping up from the sofa and managing to fall off the back of it. “Oooooowwwwww…” Is all Delsin heard.
He went around to behind the sofa where you were and nelt down. “Hey (Name)…. Ya’ll right?” He asked casually, poking your cheek.
“Your a fucking dick. You know that?” You say to him. This just sets him off. He begins to laugh uncontrollably, patting the floor. “SHUT UP!!” You said, getting up, rubbing your arm. “That’s it, no more of my Chinese food for you” You say bitterly. Delsin eventually stops laughing and helps you up. “Aww come on Bambi, you know it was just a joke!” He says, putting his hand on your arm. “Yeah well… you can bet your ass that i’m gonna get you back for it” You say, glaring at him.
“Awwwww come on!” He says, picking you up by the hips easily. “Its clear you can’t resist my charm!” He smirks. You yelp in surprise as he drops you on the couch. You try to get up, but he holds you down. “Now now (Name) What do I always say? Turn that frown upside DOWN!!” Delsin yells before assaulting you’re ticklish areas. You squeal in laughter and start flailing.
“Delsin!!….. Fuckin…..stop……or……i’ll……freaking…..murder…..you!” You manage to get out through laughing and panting.
“Ah Ah ah!” He says tutting.
He eventually stops, and you catch your breath. He pops himself next to you on the couch again. Your face flush with embarrassment as he moves a lock of your (h/c) hair out of your eyes and behind your ear. You pout at him, crossing your arms. “Aaah come ‘ere” Delsin says before picking you up and sitting you on his lap. He leans back into the sofa and wraps his arms around your waist.
“D-Delsin what are you-
He interrupts you with his lips. He kisses you sweetly yet passionately. You gasp in response, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring. Your eyes flutter shut in bliss. You both dance around each other in a loving kiss, Delsin tasting of cinnamon and vanilla. Yet the need for air becomes imminent.
You open your eyes to see Delsin staring into your (e/c) eyes lovingly. "You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that” You smile gently, turning around so you were straddling him, putting both your hands on his face, kissing him again, letting him know you felt the same way.
Delsin smiled into the kiss, running his hands through your (h/l) (h/c) hair.
After several minutes, you separated again, foreheads pressed together. “Me to Delsin, me to.” He smiles lovingly at you, hugging you close.
He gets up from the couch, leaving you there. He returns with a blanket from your room, and lies down on the sofa. You lying with your back to his chest. He puts the blanket over the two of you. He nuzzles his face into your neck, and you finish watching the film. But now.. You notice you never jump as much at the scares, because Delsin is there, arms wrapped around your waist, rubbing your side comfortingly.
Lets just say Chinese food wont be the only thing he’ll be getting from now on.
Bucky yelps when sharp pain rushes through his arm, making him take a
step back and away from the hot pots on the stove. He rubs at his skin, blind
in the complete darkness of the kitchen. They were putting the finishing
touches on dinner when the power blinked and went out, leaving them to stumble
through the room to pick up their phones from the kitchen table.
“Let me see,” Steve says from behind him, his breath ghosting over
Bucky shivers, hand still rubbing at his now probably red skin. “It’s
dark as fuck in here, Steve, you can’t see shit.”
There is no need for light for Bucky to know Steve is rolling his eyes
at him. They’ve been together since high school and married for almost five
months, and by now they’re both well-versed in each other’s… everything, really.
It takes a second, but soon enough Steve is shining a light from his
phone on Bucky’s arm. Bucky blinks, eyes taking a little while to adjust to the
sudden brightness. Steve’s fingers are gentle on his arm, turning it a little
so he can see better.
“Oh, Buck,” Steve murmurs, lips turning down as he stares at Bucky’s
skin, now red and irritated.
“Hurts,” Bucky hisses when Steve traces his thumb over it, pulling his
arm closer to himself.
‘Hiiiii! Omigod I love your imagines soooooooooooo much and I was just wondering if I could request one since your taking requests! I am a Shawn girl, so I was wondering if u could do a Shawn imagine and I’m his girlfriend. I love to sing also, so I was wondering if you could write something where were going to sing a song together! I don’t care where the setting and stuff is (whatever you want)! Oh! I forgot to tell you my name! It’s Joya! I hope you see this Xoxo’
“Joya Please!? The fans would love it.” Shawn begged.
“I said no Shawn. I get hated on enough as it is. The last thing I need is to post a video with you singing. They’ll rip me apart. No, I’m not doing it.” I stated crossing my arms. He walked closer to you, and pulled you close to him nuzzling his face in your neck.
“Please…? For me?” He whispered, placing a soft kiss against your neck. You couldn’t say no to him when he was like this, and he knew that. You looked at him analyzing his face. You could tell he really wanted you to do this, but you were scared. It didn’t matter that you were a good singer people would still hate on you, because Shawn is yours and not theirs.
You sighed in defeat, and the biggest smile appeared on Shawn’s face.
“You’ll do it?” He asked you smiling. He laid a hand on your cheek and stepped closer to you. You nodded looking down.
“Hey,” He whispered. You looked up at him and locked eyes. “When we post this. I want you to stay off of the social medias for a little bit. I know what they are saying is complete crap, and you shouldn’t believe anything that they say, but I know that it hurts you, and I hate seeing you hurt.” He told you leaning in and planting his lips to yours. Your lips fit together like a puzzle piece. Shawn was your other half and you’ll be damned if anyone tries to take him from you. You laid you hands on your chest and pulled away looking into his eyes.
“I think we have a song to sing, mister.” You winked pushing him away by his stomach. He grabbed your hand and took you down to his office. Fan posters covered the wall, and you couldn’t help but smile at them. Yeah most of them hated your guts, but they were his fans, and they supported him in everything that he does. Just like you.
“Wait here. I’m going to go get the camera.” You nodded and watched as he left the room. You couldn’t imagine how you got so lucky but you did. People like Shawn only come around once in a lifetime, and if you pass up the opportunity to be with him, then you’re shit out of luck. I will never love anyone as much as I love that boy.
Shawn came waltzing into the office with his guitar and camera in his hand.
“Will you hold this?” He asked holding out the guitar. You took it from your hands, and played a few chords. Of course Shawn taught you a few, but you still didn’t know how to play. You strummed the strings, producing an off key sound. You heard Shawn laugh and you looked up. He just finished putting the camera on the tripod.
“Don’t laugh at me, Shawn. I’m trying!” You whined. He shook his head and kissed you on the forehead, before taking the seat next to you.
“I’m not laughing at you, babe. You’re just to adorable. Try pressing onto the strings harder.” He taught you. You nodded and did as he said, producing a sound that sounded just right.
“I did it!” You cheered. He smiled at you and took the guitar from your hands.
“Good job, baby!” He smiled. “What song do you want to sing?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders.
“What’s your favorite song right now?” You asked looking at him, It was as if a light bulb went off in his head, and the smile grew on his face.
“Give me Love, by Ed Sheeran.” he told you and you agreed. He turned to the camera, stealing a quick glance at you.
“You ready?” He asked, and you took a deep breath before nodding. He squeezed your hand in encouragement, and pressed the button, starting to record.
“Hey guys! My name is Shawn Mendes, and today I’m joined by lovely girlfriend Joya” He introduced, looking over at you and smiling.
“Hi everyone!” You smiled, waving at the camera.
“Today, we are going to do a cover of Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran. If you like it please give it a thumbs up..” He took over like the pro he was at this.
He started strumming the strings, playing the melody perfectly. Your voices intertwined perfectly, at just the right moments, and you couldn’t help but smile at how happy you felt.
You looked over at him smiling as you sang together. He continued strumming, and looking at you.
You took over for the next verse, hitting all the right notes. He joined back in with you at the chorus.
“Oh give me lovee."
He finished the song, and took a quick glance at the camera.
"Thank you.” His raspy voice was like a drug. A drug you would never get used to. You smiled at the camera, waving goodbye.
Once he finished recording and putting the camera away, he grabbed both of your cheeks in his hand and slammed his lips onto yours.
Your lips moved in perfect sync, and when he pulled away, he left you gasping for air.
“You sang amazing, baby.” He complimented you.
“So did you, as always.” You rolled your eyes, leaning in to kiss him again.
Authors Note: I hope you liked it Joya! and sorry for the wait! If you want an imagine just request one! I do everyone from the magcon boys, Austin mahone, one direction, and 5 seconds of summer.