I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.
And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.
Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.
I turned around to see Hercules standing behind me.
I instinctively covered my eye. I removed my hand and I shook my head.
“It’s nothing, just the light playing with your eyes.” I shrugged off and I internally cursed myself for not putting enough makeup over it. Lafayette and John looked at me concerned and Alex looked at me with interest.
“Are you sure mon ami?” Lafayette asked cautiously and I nodded.
“Come on, let’s just watch the movie.”
“Okay.” They all agreed and I put the movie in the DVD slot and I rested my head on Herc’s shoulder. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
When I woke up, it wasn’t dark outside anymore and everyone else was asleep in the spaces that we had all been sitting last night. Hercules had wrapped an arm around me at some point in the night, preventing me from getting up and making breakfast for them. Preventing me from putting new make up because I knew the the black eye would be visible now.
And of course it would definetly be an issue to my boyfriend who would probably kill me for staying out this late.
Especially since he wanted me home early last night.
I took deep breaths in, my breathing becoming more and more shaky.
He’s gonna kill me. He’s going to-
“Y/N?” I heard Herc asked and I looked at him. He took a deep breath in as well. “How long has he been doing this to you?” He asked and I broke down and I started sobbing into his shirt.
“He’s going to kill me. I was supposed to be home early last night.” I whispered it over and over again.
“Shh. Y/N he’s not going to hurt you any longer. Me and Lafayette will beat him up and tell him to leave you alone, alright? We will move your stuff over here so you can live with us. Or you can live with your cousin. Aaron lives right across the hall anyways.” Hercules said and he held me tightly.
“Mon ami?” I heard Laf ask, extremely concerned.
“It’s her boyfriend. I told her we are going to go and move her stuff to here and make sure he receives the message that he is done with Y/N.”
“Are we bringing Burr along?” Lafayette asked.
“Aaron would probably kill him, not that I trust you guys not to.”
“He deserves worse than death. Y/N you are shaking at the thought of going to your own apartment. ”
“What are you guys saying about Burr?” Alex asked half asleep, probably waking up at the mention of Aaron’s last name.
“Whether we should take him with us to kill her boyfriend.” Lafayette answered and Alex looked at me, his confused look replaced with one of anger.
“I’m coming along as well.”
“Alex you are probably the most likely to kill him besides Herc. He doesn’t deserve death.” I pleaded with them and they fell silent.
“Okay. Hercules, stay here with Y/N and John. Me and Lafayette will tell Burr but we will tell him that you don’t want us to kill him. We won’t kill him, promise.” Alex said, looking at me.
“I want to go with though.” Hercules said and Alex shook his head.
“No you’re Y/N’s pillow right now.”
“Am I a good pillow?” Hercules asked me and I looked at him.
“Okay, we will see you guys in a bit. Try and get some more sleep, mon ami.” Lafayette said while he stood up, smiling down at me. I nodded and rested my head on Herc’s shoulder again.
He stretched out, lying completely down on the couch and I did so as well. He wrapped his arms around me and combed my hair through with his fingers, getting me to relax and fall asleep again.
When I woke up, Hercules still had his arm around me and he was talking very softly.
“John can you please get Alex an ice pack.” He asked and John made a noise but I heard footsteps shuffling. I opened my eyes and I lifted my head up.
“Are you okay, Alex?” I asked sleepily and I felt everyone’s eyes turn to me.
“Yes. I just need to ice my knuckles…” He said sheepishly and I closed my eyes again.
“How bad did you hurt him?”
“Not too badly.”
“I dangled him out of his window.” Lafayette said and I grunted.
“He is alive, correct?”
“Okay, good. Thank you for not killing him.”
“It’s no problem. Oh and Burr wants to talk to you soon.”
“Tell him I’m busy.”
“Cuddling with Herc? I’m sure he will love that answer.” John piqued. I shook my head and I looked at Hercules, who was smiling down at me. I smiled tiredly up at him and I closed my eyes.
A Shawn Mendes one shot based off the song Don’t Be a Fool by Shawn Mendes.
I had never been in love before, and hadn’t meant to either. It just sort of happened. Shawn and my relationship was complicated. We weren’t technically dating, having decided that it wasn’t fair to either of us to be in an official relationship when Shawn was always away, but at the same time there was definitely some sort of romantic relationship between the two of us. Whenever he was home, we were a couple in every sense of the word except the official one. We took each other on dates, we held hands, we cuddled, we kissed. It was casual affection and honest caring about one another, but it was never supposed to be love.
When he was home, he took me to his concert in Toronto. I’d been to several already, but I never got used to seeing him in his element. The roar of the fans just around the corner beyond the stage was deafening as Shawn jogged on the spot, grinning at me.
“Cute hair.” I said. My tone was sarcastic, but I really meant it. He’d ran his hands through it so many times that it was fluffy and messy, but I loved it like that. Shawn laughed and shook it in my face, leaning over. I giggled and laced my hands through it. Shawn’s whole crew knew about our complicated relationship, so he didn’t hesitate to kiss me on his way back up. I laughed against his lips and pulled away. “I’m wearing lipstick, you idiot.” I chastised, rubbing the stain from his bottom lip. Shawn grinned and kissed my thumb.
“I couldn’t help myself.” he said shyly. I rolled my eyes as someone came up and informed Shawn that it was time to go out. Shawn shook away any pre-show jitters and pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’ll see you after.”
“Ok, good luck. I love you.” I blurted, eyes widening quickly when I realized what I’d just said. Surprise fell across Shawn’s face, his mouth opening a little as he tried to form a response. I started to say something- I don’t even know what, an apology? - when the stage manager told Shawn he had to go again, and so finally he did. I watched him change into Shawn Mendes the pop star as he went out on stage.
He still killed his performance, even though I could tell he was distracted the whole time. He was less friendly with his audience and did the bare minimum. I felt awful. I was stupid in saying that, and now I’d ruined his whole show. The worst part was that I wasn’t lying. I loved him.
Unable to watch the end of his performance, I went to his dressing room and laid down on the couch there, trying to sort out my thoughts and figure out what to say to Shawn. When he came in later, he jumped a little when he saw me.
“I thought you left.” he said softly. I sat up and looked at him, chewing the inside of my cheek and shaking my head no. He was sweaty after having just performed, his hair even messier than it was already. He took out his earplugs and put them on the table before stripping off his damp shirt. He slowly killed me as he put on a new shirt, back muscles flexing as he did.
“So, um.. What I said, before you went on stage.” I started. Shawn went rigid again.
“Did you mean it?” he asked, not looking at me. When I didn’t reply, he finally met my eye and I nodded, chewing my lip. He glanced down at my lip then back at my eyes. “I thought… I thought we had an understanding, Y/N. This isn’t- wasn’t supposed to be… that.”
“I know, Shawn. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” I muttered. Shawn ran his hands through his hair.
“I’m away for months at a time, Y/N. Months. My life is insane. You shouldn’t… Being in love with each other is just foolish. It would hurt. It already does.” he replied. I stood up.
“Then tell me you don’t feel the same, Shawn. Just look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me anymore, and I’ll go.” I said. Shawn took quick, long strides towards me and cupped my face in his big hands.
“You know I care for you, Y/N. More than I should. But it just… It’s not fair for you. I feel guilty every time I leave you to go off to Japan or Australia and leave you waiting for me. I can’t ask you to do that.” he said. I let out a dry laugh.
“I still have a life outside of you, Shawn. I don’t sit staring at a blank wall waiting for you to come back when you’re not here. I have my own things to do, I have school. This doesn’t mean I don’t miss you terribly. I don’t need you, Shawn, but I want you.” I replied. Shawn dropped his hands and his lips twisted.
“I want to be with you all day everyday, Y/N. I swear to God. But you deserve someone who will stand by your side all the time. You deserve someone who’s actually around.” He said. I gripped his t-shirt, making him look back at me, and got on my tip-toes to press a kiss to his lips.
“Shawn, I love you. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I do. It happened. You might think I deserve someone better, but there’s nobody else I want. You are the only one. I’ll visit you when I can and I know you’ll do the same for me. You already do. Shawn, I know what I got myself into.” I insisted. Shawn looked down at me hesitantly, pressing his forehead against mine.
“I don’t want you to have anyone else, either.” he said softly. I kissed him again.
“Then let me have you. I love you.” I replied. Shawn closed his eyes and let out an exhale.
The school day was dragging and Connor needed a hit and his drug of choice, Evan’s smile. He walked up to Evan and tapped on his shoulder. Evan turned to him nervously, as soon as he saw who it was he beamed. Connor thought his heart might explode. Then he caught sight of something.
“Evan?” Connor started slowly, “Is that my shirt?”
Evan looked down at his shirt and immediately pulled his jacket over it nervously, “N-no, that’s ridiculous. It’s my shirt,”
“Evan, you do not own a single piece of black clothing. It’s clearly mine.” Connor laughed as a bright red began to cover Evan’s cheeks.
Evan looked at the ground and mumbled, “Well it’s mine now,”
(This is too much for me! I know I wrote it, but the idea of Evan just kind of secretly stealing Connor’s shirts kills me. I also want one that’s reverse so congrats anon, you get two)
Evan walked back into his room, running his hand through his hair. He was stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Connor silently tucking one of Evan’s shirts away in his messenger bag. Evan coughed slightly and Connor looked up, face lined with guilt.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Connor said quickly.
“It looks like you’re taking my shirt. No clue why, I’m a size smaller than you. You can’t wear it,” Evan walked over to sit down next to Connor on his bed. Connor blushed and looked down at his lap.
“It’s just, you’re going on that trip next week and I kind of,” He brought his hand up and rubbed the back of his neck, “I wanted something that smelled like you…I’m sorry that’s weird,”
Evan smiled brightly at Connor and pulled him into a hug, kissing him on the cheek. “That’s the sweetest thing ever. I can’t believe that the Connor Murphy is really just a mushy sweet heart. Wait until I tell all my friends,”
Clint dropped down from the garage roof with a soft thump and jogged over, slowing once he reached Bucky’s side. He knocked their shoulders together, shoved his hands in his pockets like he was any sort of cool, and the giddy little smile on his face just wouldn’t quit. He looked different in the burnt-orange of the streetlights, a little older, a little alien, and Bucky could feel his stomach squirming, prayed Clint couldn’t see it on his face.
“Where’re we going?” he asked, and Bucky just shrugged, sauntered across the road like there was no such thing as cars. Clint hopped a little, following, ‘cos he hadn’t got all the way used to his height yet and still scampered like he was the short skinny kid Bucky’d first met.
The neighborhood was suburban enough that every house seemed to be asleep this late, this early, and Bucky led the way down empty streets to the play park where he’d first seen Clint, crying as his dad yelled at him about some fuckin’ thing. Bucky had picked him up after, struggling with the weight of him, and heaved him over to the swings, pushing him as high as his six year old arms could.
He snagged a swing now, straddled it so he could sit facing Clint, watch the shadows of leaves dance across his night-darkened hair.
“So this is all kinda ominous,” Clint said, swinging slowly and hanging backwards, rigid as a board, the muscles he’d been working on all last summer standing out against his too small shirt. “You’re not gonna kill me, right?”
Bucky reached out to grab the chain of Clint’s swing, pulling them sideways and into each other, sending them curling in precarious shapes.
“Nah,” he said. “Maybe myself if you say no.” Clint sat up and looked at him sharply and Bucky twisted his mouth into half a grin, his stomach twisting right along with it.
“Say no to?”
“So you know I’m going to college,” Bucky said, and Clint’s face fell into the familiar frown he’d been wearing a lot, lately. “And,” Bucky continued, determined, “I’m wondering what I need to be telling people.”
“About what?” Clint said. He dug his sneakers into the dirt like he was gonna swing himself, Bucky’s grip on his swing chain be damned, but after a moment he sighed and wrapped his fingers over Bucky’s instead. Bucky swallowed hard.
“Well college is all about hook-ups, right?” Bucky said, and he was watching closely enough to see Clint flinch. It was a reason to hope. “And I wondered if maybe I should be telling people I got a guy back home.”
“Do you?” Clint asked, and then stilled as Bucky stroked a thumb across his fingers, deliberate, intent. He saw the moment Clint got it, his eyes widening in the moonlight, his lips tipping up into the shyest of his smiles.
Your bare feet crashed against the frozen ground. You ignored the way your toes felt like they would snap off with every step. The sound of an explosion echoed off the trees surrounding you and you forced yourself not to turn around, forced yourself to keep moving. If you looked back, you would slow down, and you couldn’t risk getting caught.
“(Y/N)!” Somebody called from directly above you.
Your eyes grew wide with panic, heart rate accelerating to an unhealthy rhythm.
And suddenly, arms were wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground.
Can you write one where you're on tour with them (as supporting act) and you have a huge crush on Josh but he doesn't know but literally EVERYONE else knows and they tease you until Tyler let's it accidentally slip to Josh and he's like really shocked but (surprisingly lol) he likes you too.
“And (y/n) will be up first on bass,” at the mention of your name, you escape your trance. Having zoned out for the thousandth time that day, you were considering just faking sick.
“And they’ll be great like always,” Josh said. You blushed and looked down at your feet, only opting to nod. Tyler eyed you up and down with a smirk, nudging Jenna. They had a silent conversation for a minute, but ultimately went back to listening to Mark.
“We know you’re known for your covers, but we can’t have you doing them,” Mark explained, “I love hearing you sing Ode To Sleep, but we don’t want to distract from the show.”
“Got it,” you answered, “I’ll do my own shit.”
You finished your set as the opening act, noticing Tyler, Jenna, and Josh dancing around on the side stage.
Once you exited, you regretted going right, for Josh was standing there with a smile in his face, “you did amazing!” He complimented.
You thanked your stars that you were in a dark part of the arena, or he would have seen you blush after muttering a small thanks. You were too busy looking down at your feet to notice he had pulled you in for a quick hug before running on stage.
“You like him!” Jenna called after you, having sent her husband off to stage.
“No… you like him,” you countered, weakly. She giggled, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“We’re having a small party after this, wanna come with us?” She invited.
“I was just planning on rolling around in my pathetic-ness,” you answered. She looked at you with a sympathetic smile, obviously knowing what you felt like.
“There will be alcohol?” She offered. You rolled your eyes at her sentiment.
“You guys don’t even drink,” you countered, “but if you’re that hell bent on getting me there, I guess I’ll go.”
She squealed in excitement and took your hand, dragging you off to god knows where to pick an outfit.
“Why didn’t you pack anything I can work with? These are all band shirts and skinny jeans,” she scoffed.
“Because that’s what I always wear,” you answered. Your dressing room wasn’t the most luxurious, compared to the boys’, but you made do. Having to share with some other members of the crew was it’s only down side.
“Don’t you have a stage outfit? I mean, that would be in here too right?” She asked, a dwindle of hope on her eyes.
“I don’t dress up for my set,” you answered, “I just wear the same ripped jeans and t-shirt.”
“You’re killing me,” she laughed.
Jenna had decided to let you choose an outfit, only to discover a random shirt and your usual jeans. She scoffed, but didn’t argue. Jenna dragged you back to side stage, the show was almost done, the platforms for Trees having been placed in the crowd.
Before you knew it, you were in a car with the boys, Jenna, and Mark. Josh had sat beside you and Jenna wit her husband, leaving Mark alone in the back.
“Where to?” Tyler asked from the drivers seat.
“Somewhere dark,” you thought, a constant blush on your face from the close proximity to Josh.
“I’m in the mood for tacos,” Josh suggested, you scoffed.
“Aren’t you always in the mood for tacos?” You asked, josh let out a light chuckle, but you could have sworn you saw him blush.
“Stop it, love birds,” Tyler called. Jenna pinched his arm, causing him to squeal, “what? Isn’t it obvious? I thought they were keeping it a secret?”
“Keeping what a secret?” Josh asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Your relationship,” Tyler answered. Jenna pinched him again.
You buried your face in your hands, “thanks, Ty,” you bit, “it’s not like my crush was a secret or anything.”
Josh looked from the front to you, back and forth, finally settling his gaze on you, “it is true? Do you like me?”
“Yeah,” you answered. There was an awkward air. Finally you heard mark speak up.
“If you guys don’t kiss right now, I will bash your heads together like coconuts,” he said. You blushed, looking up at Josh, who had his eyes fixed on you the entire time. You finally leaned in for a kiss, it was awkward and more like someone’s first ever kiss.
“Okay, don’t get too hot and bothered, love birds,” Tyler finally said, “we’re at taco bell.”
“What a great first date choice,” you heard Josh say. You chuckled and leaned into his side, feeling safe once he put his arm around you.