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Yessssss! This is so different to anything I’ve read before I’m hooked already!
Is the tag list for this open, please, @harryandmolly? If so, I’d love to be added, please!
*Complicit
* = CONTAINS SMUT
Introduction
“You’ll understand why storms are named after people.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
It is 😂
It meant I got to learn so much with him though. It’s why he’ll always be my friend - he was my first kiss, first relationship, first person I did everything with ☺️
It’s a good one for in work, when they made us do a group icebreaker of “two truths and a lie” as no one would think a 10 year relationship from teenage years would work!
@getwaytooinvolved
First kiss - I was 14 and it was with a guy I’d had a crush on for ages but assumed nothing was going to happen as we were friends. After, I told my best friend that I hoped it didn’t impact the friendship I had with him. Two days later he wrote me a letter to bare his soul and we were together for 10 years 😂 we broke up but are still good friends although my first kiss with someone other than him felt weird cos I was 25 by then! 🙈
Holy shit 10 years?? That's a freaking long time 😲
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OMFG. I came across this having been reposted and wowwwww... it’s so gut wrenching. I don’t know what it is exactly in your writing but it flowed perfectly for the story and you wrote her in a way where I sympathise with her despite what she’s done.
Amazing @shawnsorangeglasses ☺️
Peer Pressure
2.2k words
idea and proofreading credit to @rulerofnocountry. this one really put me out of my comfort zone and i thank you for that 💛.
synopsis: Months of sneaking around with his social media manager finally catches up with Shawn when he has to confront her about where they stand
warnings: angssstt, and a smidgen allusion to sex
sorry in advance
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He wakes up in the middle of the night again. Brian is still snoring in bed on his side of the hotel room. Shawn sits up, rubbing his face, then falls back into his pillow, which is now warm and damp from his sweat. That had to be the worst dream to date. It was the kind you get where you’re not totally asleep, just hallucinating. Everyone he knew had him surrounded, yelling and screaming at him, but no sound came out of their mouths.
Shawn flips his pillow over to the cool side and buries his face, hoping to find some relief. His hand bumps into his phone on the bed sheets so he unlocks it. She still hasn’t texted back.
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Q&A, Shawn Mendes: The Tour, St Louis 06/30/19
My BFF service dog got Chris attentions. To be fair, he knows Rhydian since his first Con when he dressed as Captain Americadog
I lost my best friend. I’m a mess every day year on the anniversary. When people ask me if I could have one thing, it is still - and I think always will be - to be able to speak to him one more time.
This broke my heart in all the best ways - it’s written so well and deserves everyone to read it ❤️
prompt 106 with ghost!Shawn 👻
106. I’m right here. I’ve been here all along, but you still can’t see me
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June 27th was no longer an ordinary day marked off of your calendar. It hadn’t been one for three years, actually. It was an anniversary, one that wasn’t celebrated by cake, or balloons, or gifts. Three years without your best friend, yet it only seemed to get harder with time.
You tried not to grieve as much as you used to, but the minute the clock struck midnight, every June 27th since that fateful night, you couldn’t help but break all the strength you’ve mustered up over the years.
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself up there.” You muttered, clutching his pink hoodie, one of the many that his parents gave to you, insisting that he would’ve wanted you to have them because you always had a thing for wearing them.
You sobbed into the fabric, slight whiffs of his cologne still treaded in the fabrics. You had no idea how they managed to still smell like him, but you hoped that it never had to change. “I miss you so much.” You croak, not sure if it’s possible that he can hear you or not, but hoping that your words somehow reach the other side.
You pulled out the dusty photo albulm from underneath your bed. You used to go through it religiously, constantly adding new photos of the two of you and your adventures. Now it was just too hard for you to do. In every photo, he’s smiling wide, eyes are bright and full of life, you’re both so happy, enjoying your lives together.
You smile to yourself, recalling so many amazing memories that the two of you shared, but it still sent a crippling pain through your heart. “I’m going to make sure my future kids know all about their uncle Shawn.” You whispered, wiping a tear slipping down your cheek.
You eventually fell asleep with the photo album laying over your chest, his hoodie being used as a blanket. You woke up around four, noticing that you left your light on and the photo album out. You sat up, closing the album and slipping it back underneath the bed. You made your way to the bathroom, Shawn’s hoodie clutched to your chest like a baby and its favorite blanket.
You took a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, puffy eyes, sunken cheeks, brittle hair, June 27th. It never fails. You turned on the sink, leaning down to splash your face with some water, and just as the cool liquid is splattering against your skin, you hear a low whisper from behind you. “Miss you”
You shoot back up, eyes snapping on the mirror, nothing at all around you to have made any kind of noise. You look around, brows knitting as you clutch Shawn’s hoodie. You think you might me going crazy, maybe you just need sleep. Maybe you miss Shawn so much that you think you’re hearing his voice. Either way, you excuse it, cutting the water off and making your way back to the bed.
You climb back up, wrapping the blankets around you, cutting out the bedside lamp. You clutch his hoodie, nose dug into the fabric in an attempt to still feel like he’s with you. Just as your eyes flutter shut and your mind slowly slips into dreamland, you hear that low whisper again. “Goodnight. I love you.”
You shoot back up, cutting on your lamp and scanning the room. You feel like your body is rushing with adrenaline, as if you need to be on full defense, but the feeling in the room tells you that there’s no need to be afraid. “Shawn?” You whisper, feeling crazy for even calling for him but you know you weren’t just hearing things in your head.
“Shawn? Are you here?” You ask, slipping out from under the covers, feet dangling above the floor. You don’t hear anything else. Don’t see anything. But you can feel the shift in the atmosphere. You’re not alone, and you know that.
“Where are you? Can I- can I see you?” You ask, slightly afraid. You’re not sure how you would take seeing him again, knowing you can’t run up and hug him anymore. You listen, you wait, begging for him to respond to you.
“Shawn?” You call again, tears edging your eyes and slipping down your puffy cheeks. “I’m right here.” You hear, low, soft, barely audible but loudly heard. “I’ve been here all along. But you still can’t see me.”
“Why? Why can’t I see you?” You whisper shout, hands shaking even though you’re not scared at all. “You’re not ready.” You hear, sounding as if his voice is fading out. “I have to go.” He fades away, leaving you in tears, begging for him to stay.
“No! Please don’t leave me!” You plead. You rise from the bed, slowly feeling the dense atmosphere return to normal, and just when you think he’s gone, and you collapse down on the floor with your head in your hands, you hear his voice again, barely audibly, hardly even heard this time. “I’ll never leave you.”
I love this sass/truth. I feel it in my soul 😂
You seem very dependent on men
i’m actually dependent on my full time job however men are my favourite pastime
camila_cabello: just wanna say thank you to all these talented, passionate, relentlessly hard working people who make this happen!!!! @davemeyers ,you amaze me every time we work together, @calvitjr and @sarabiv for killing it as always and being patient with us as we laughed our asses off in choreo!!!! @anthonymeindl ; for the pep talks and nerve-calming 😰 and of course youuuuuuuu @shawnmendes !!!!!
@harryandmolly @achinglyshawn
I don’t know how you do this but 😧😧😧😧😧 THIS IS AMAZING.
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*Change of Pace - cowritten by @achinglyshawn
* = CONTAINS SMUT
Prologue
Chapter One
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS 🙌🏼😍
Because of You | Part 6
Authors Note: so, despite missing a post last week, we’re back to weekly updates! Lots of fluff and some real protective!shawn. Also, huge thanks to @alittletoomuchshawn for helping me with some maaajor parts!
Summary: Shawn can’t seem to keep his fists to himself and one punch turns into five and what better way to be punished than for his dad to be his number one cockblocker.
Word Count: 2,407
Shawn’s never been one to get nervous. Never had the experience of sweaty palms and frantic butterflies in his stomach, or a dazed head and blushed cheeks. But all at once he’s experiencing them when her lips meet his. His mind is in a frenzy, body still as a rock and he can physically hear his heartbeat in his ears. He moves quickly, though. He cups her pretty little face in the palms of his hands and his eyes gently flutter closed. He’s losing himself in it, in her.
Her lips are sweet… plump and soft and Shawn can’t believe he’s kissing her. Lola threads her dainty fingers through his Godlike curls and gives them a generous little tug. He’s seeing stars, his lips are tingling. Lola subtly slides her warm tongue between his lips, the sudden boldness catching Shawn off guard and he pants slightly into her mouth. She tastes like cherries with a hint of peppermint and Shawn finds himself completely mesmerised by it.
Shawn’s hand sneaks its way to the back of her neck, slim fingers twirling her auburn locks and tugging ever so gently, but it only makes her more eager. She’s shifting to the very edge of the bed, fingernails scratching at the nape of his neck and he lets out a soft groan against her lips.
Lola pulls away, panting with what Shawn can only guess to be a dizzy smile and she purses her lips to bite back a soft laugh. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry.” She giggles through her embarrassment and Shawn can feel the heat that rises to her cheeks.
He clears his throat, his forehead resting on hers and he nibbles on his bottom lip, savouring the taste of her that’s varnished him. “No, it’s… it’s okay.” He tries to assure her, though there’s a thick silence that sits on them as they continue to lean into each other. Shawn doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. This isn’t like him, he doesn’t do this kind of shit. But it’s her, it’s Lola and Shawn doesn’t want to pull away. He doesn’t want to feel the coldness of her body not being close enough.
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Possibly my favourite scene from all 4 series so far...
— I warn you; I’ll break your heart.
This was heart wrenching but so good, @rulerofnocountry 😍☺️
SM Summer Challenge: “I’m Not Okay”
a/n: ahahah why the FUCK did i write this. do i hate myself? maybe. wow. some smut mention. mega angst. cussin’. the usual.
song: Lany ft Julia Michaels - Okay
The setting sun casts pretty golden shadows through the apartment as lights beginning to twinkle outside in the impending dusk. She can see out to the East River, the Bridge, into Manhattan’s sparkle. It’s a sight that she never thought she’d tire of, an illuminating promise. Filled with all the hopes and dreams and luck of every soul in the city. Magical, once upon a time. Breathtaking, romantic…
That view was one of the reasons she’d settled on this apartment in the first place, despite the location, and everything else about it, being way outside of her budget. It was a lavish home, much more apartment than she could ever need on her own… and far more than she’d ever hoped to have in her life. But, at the time… it hadn’t been her decision alone.
Now, she sits on her couch, doing exactly what she told herself she wouldn’t do. She’s holding her breath, staring at the clock on the side table, watching with a sick sinking in her stomach as the time clicks 7:59pm to 8:00pm.
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The part that hurts is when it ends and you lose your boyfriend and best friend in one go. Just speaking from experience 🤣 luckily, after a few years apart, we became friends again ☺️
Best friends to lovers is nice in theory but oh god it hurts so much in real life :’D
people at work: wow, you are always in such a good mood, how do you do that?
me, an actually cranky, apathetic, trainwreck human: it’s called manners, susan.
This is so sweet and well thought out (swoon) 😍
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My ex was a foot taller than me and I loved it. YES for tall boys 😍
Shawn is literally an entire foot taller than me. I'll get neck cramps if I ever get to meet him
just tell him to get on his knees
YESSSSSSSSS 😍 this was sooo worth the wait. God, the way you manage to write smut yet intersperse it with these moments that make my heart skip is such a skill!
@getwaytooinvolved
Be Your Teenage Dream Tonight
A/N: Well, here we go. My first ever not-DLS-related Cez fic :) I hope it’s kinda what you guys wanted
Words: 6k
Pairing: Cez/Reader
Warning: Smut
It had been years since you had last seen him and to say that you were giddy was quite the understatement. In fact, you had been giddy ever since you had received the backstage passes months ago. Shawn Mendes, Rogers Center, Toronto.
You only knew one person who could’ve sent you those and your heart was racing before you even found the little note.
‘I’d love if you could come. Cez’
Just his simple handwriting had you almost tearing up as you were hit by so many memories. You couldn’t even properly remember how you had met Cez. You had been an aspiring tour manager when he had come into your life like the miracle you had been hoping for, taking you under his wing and showing you all the ropes of the business. You had been around the world with him while you had learned so much from him. He was the reason why you had achieved so much, why you were living your dream, and you were forever thankful for that.
’Security guy was really skeptical as he let me in. Do I still look like a 16 yo fangirl?’ you texted him as you were helplessly standing in the backstage area, people bustling around you and not paying much attention to you once they saw the backstage pass around your neck. ‘Also, I’m a bit lost. Help?’
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if i were famous, that’s how my interview would look like
One of the perks of getting older is getting to have a say in the family gossip
