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Sweet Pea x Reader

Wanted to try one based of Dua Lipa’s song New Rules, hope you’s like. 

Beep.  Beep. Beep.

Peering down at her phone Y/N sighed seeing his name on her screen.

Sweet Pea - Can you come over?

Not bothering to reply, she slips her phone back into the pocket of her black jeans, putting her attention back onto her friends. 

“Are you interested, Y/N?” Ronnie asked, finally zoning back into the conversation her friends were having. 

“Interested?” Her eyebrow raised as she stared around the table at her friends.

“We’re going to have a movie night at Archiekins tomorrow before we finally go out on Saturday to celebrate graduating” Her dark covered lips spreading into a smile as she’s cuddled into her boyfriends side. 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Grabbing her phone from her pocket, heaving a sigh at the words across her screen. She doesn’t know why she bothers to read his messages or listen to his voicemails anymore but deep down she does know why, everyone knows why.

Sweet Pea - I miss you. Come over. 

There was no question, more of a demand. A few months ago she would have been running out of Pops quicker than the speed of light but it’s 3 months later and she can’t even bring herself to reply to anything he has to say let alone go and see him. 

“Y/N” Cheryl, spoke softly her hand gently taking her phone clasped hand in hers. “Don’t let him in. Not since you’ve come this far” She reminds her. 

Her eyes look around her small table of friends once again. Veronica and Archie, still cuddled into each other but giving her that look everyone does at the mention of his name. It almost felt like pity but she wasn’t sure. Betty, resting her head on Jugheads shoulder, his arm wrapped around her waist. Then there was Cheryl with Toni sitting on her lap, Fangs and Kevin, Just managing to fit on the small remaining part of the booth. Y/N’s heart was starting to feel like it was hurting all over again because she finally realised bottling everything to herself completely cutting herself off from Sweet Pea had an impact on all of them too. 

“That movie night would be great” She smiled at her friends, glancing at her phone one last time before it was switched off and back in her pocket.

Time had gotten away from them all but everyone else was happy to stay at Pops until possibly the next morning, faining she was tired she said her goodbyes and left the dinner. With her friends watching, taking the route home she usually would but once she was out of site instead of taking the left onto the street that would take her directly home she made a right and it wasn’t much long after that the sign for the trailer park was in her view. 

The grass was almost squeaking beneath her feet but her heavy breathing and shaking hands was enough to keep her distracted from the barely lit trailer park. Most of them was in darkness but the further she walked in there was only one with its lights on. The one she knew all too well, she knew he was home even if his texts said it all. 

It was a mistake

Don’t let him in

I miss you

I love you still

Come over

He’s drunk

He’s alone

Neither of you’s know what you’s want

Stopping at the steps to the door, Y/N couldn’t stop all the voices of her friends as well as her own and Sweet Peas but it was difficult to not be drawn back to him. They would have been high school sweethearts, graduating as a couple, moving to New York together, living together, sharing their lives with each other for hopefully the rest of their lives.

Knock.

Her hand was shaking as she waited to hear movement but nothing came.

Knock.

Maybe he finally got the message and here she is trying to do, she doesn’t even know at this point. Going to rattle the door one last time, her movements halted when the door swings open.

Taking in a breath, she was shocked at his appearance. Hair matted, his white t-shirt was full of dirty marks and blood stains, his black jeans still hanging on his hips like before, his sock clad feet missing his usual black boots.

He was tired, she could tell. His eyes were as clear as she has ever seen them, the dark circles under his eyes seeming darker by the seconds. His lip was slightly cut and so was his knuckles. 

“Pea....” She breathed. This wasn’t the boy she left 3 months ago. He was angry, furious almost. Now he seemed like a stranger to her. 

“I thought..” His voice hoarse. She knew, they both knew what he wanted to say. I thought you weren’t coming.

Here she was. Being pulled backwards while she’s trying to move forwards. Her heart was breaking even more. 

“I don’t know” She answered his half asked question. But she did know. They both did. 

Opening the door wider, it was Sweet Pea’s way of asking if she was coming in. He didn’t have the energy to verbally ask not knowing if he’ll be able to handle it if she refused. 

Stepping into the trailer, everything came rushing back to her. Having the occasional sleep over here, cooking together, doing homework, studying. Everything. She felt fuzzy for a second, not sure on how to process these feelings hitting her like bricks. Taking in the surroundings she could tell he hadn’t kept it clean like she was hoping for. 

“I see you’ve let things go a bit” Trying to lighten the mood, taking in the small space once again she still didn’t know what she was expecting to get out of actually coming over. 

Sweet Pea, disappeared into the small kitchen as Y/N sat down on the cold abandoned couch. She knew he was making her a cup of tea. It’s something he’s always done whenever she would come over.

It warmed her heart that he was still doing it even though they aren’t together. It almost felt like dejavu to her. she also knew it would be so easy to jump back into how things were, how they still could be.

“Here” His voice still hoarse, breaking her from her thoughts as he placed the steaming cup of tea in front of her.

“You look good” He smiled, her eyes focusing back to the cut on his lip.

“What happened?” She knew the answer she just wasn’t sure she would get the truth.

Running his fingers through his hair, making it even more matted than before. “I think you can guess” He chuckled but he knew she needed to hear him say it. “I was drunk, trying to numb the pain or trying to feel something else than what I was” He spoke his voice slowly sounding like she remembered it. “I wanted to feel something, anything so one thing led to another and this guy hit me and I couldn’t bring myself to hit back or I didn’t want too” Shrugging as his eyes glanced back towards her, gauging her reaction but she didn’t have one because she knows what he means.

“We’re having a movie night at Archie’s tomorrow” Taking a sip of her tea. She didn’t know why she was telling him or maybe deep down it’s because she knows she wants him there. 

nodding his head at the piece of information, she could see the hurt in his eyes. How his friends could so easily cut him off all because of a mistake he had made or maybe because of the choices he let happen in his life.

“I’ve changed” Leaning his elbows on his thighs as he hunched over in his seat. “I’ve rebuilt bridges with everyone I’ve hurt or done wrong to” He was pouring his heart out to the girl he loves but she didn’t know how to respond. “I even got myself a job at the Wyrm during the night to help out. I’ve apologised to the bulldogs And everyone I’ve hurt, serpents and northsiders”.

Y/N’s attention immediately caught at the mention of the Bulldogs, surprised Reggie or Archie never mentioned anything. She was happy he was fixing things but didn’t know how to tell him that without it giving him false hope.

“I know I messed up, I should never of dragged you into everything with the serpents and…” He couldn’t finish his sentence but she needed him too.

“Say it” She whispered. The atmosphere around them early quiet. “I need you to say it” Her voice more firm this time. 

“It was a mistake” He almost wimpered, breaking her heart. Kneeling in front of her, a tight grasp on her hands. “I let my anger and hatred for the north side and the people who live there get to me with them still blaming us southsiders for everything. But I also seemed to have forgotten that there’s a girl from the north side who I’m so in love with but was too blinded by everything else to put you first” He sobbed, his head in her lap as his tears soaked her jean clad legs, while she sat there letting her tears run down her cheeks. 

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Part 2

Thank you so much to everyone who requested a part 2, I apologise for it taking to long but it’s finally here and hope yous all enjoy!

Parking outside Shawns childhood home, she wanted to turn the ignition back on and leave but she didn’t want to be rude to Karen’s invite. It had been three days since the argument and neither her or Shawn had tried to contact one another, their stubbornness being the cause.

The only car she seen was Karen’s which she knew she was safe and Karen, hadn’t made some plot to get her over to try and mend things between her son and the girl she knows, he is madly in love with.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come over” Karen, grinned opening the door before she had a chance to knock.

“You’re a difficult women to say no too” Lightly laughing as they both entered the house and heading straight for the kitchen.

There was a pot of tea already made, a variety of breakfast sweets and a mix of chopped up fruit, it felt all too familiar to Y/N, it felt like every Sunday morning when her and Shawn would be here for breakfast, it made her heartache just thinking about it.

“How are you?” Karen, asked a sympathetic look on her face as she poured them both some tea.

“Honestly?” Exhaling at the question. “I don’t know where we stand and I feel like I’ve already lost him, even if there’s a chance I haven’t” Adding the sugar and milk as she spoke.

“Honey, if there’s one thing I’m certain of, is that my boy loves you and I don’t know where his heads at right now but don’t give up on him, not yet” Taking her hand in hers, squeezing ever so slightly, worry evident on her face.

“What if there’s no coming back from this?” Almost afraid of asking the question but even more terrified of hearing the answer.

“I can’t speak for Shawn, I just think the sooner yous speak about this the sooner yous can put this behind you both” Nodding in agreement, as they settled into a comfortable silence.

“Mom, I’m here to take you-“ Shawns voice stopping at the unexpected person in his moms kitchen. Both women turning to face him. Karen, smiling like she hadn’t planned this and Y/N’s eyes as wide as saucers, trying to swallow her tea without choking.

“Honey thanks for coming” Karen, spoke pouring Shawn some tea as his feet stayed planted at the door of the kitchen.

“I-I should really get going” Y/N stuttered, her chair screeching against the floor trying to get up too fast.

“Shawn, Y/N” both of them turning to look at her. “Yous know I would never get involved but I need too. I’m not going to let yous throw this relationship away because of whatever happened out on that balcony” She sternly spoke, her eyes looking between the two of them.

“Now” She smiled picking up her keys. “I’m going to get some groceries and then by the time I get back I hope this is all settled” kissing Shawns cheek as she left the two of them alone, the faint sound of the front door closing behind her.

The silence between them was deafening. Her hands were shaking ever so slightly as she sat there. Shawn still stood in his previous spot, eyes on the floor. She felt like she was in the presence of a stranger except Shawn was anything but.

Getting up, collecting her own keys as she did, Shawns head shooting up at her movements, he watched as she loaded the dishwasher for his mom, emptying away the left over food. It was something he’s watched her do every time they were here for breakfast, lunch or dinner but this wasn’t like every other time.

“Stay” his voice barely audible over the noise of the dishwasher, his voice stopping her from pushing in the chairs at the table.

Looking at him properly for the first time, he looked how she felt. He had slight bags under his eyes, sporting sweats and a Nike t-shirt instead of a nice shirt or top with his black jeans or nice dress pants, only thing that still remained the same was his hair.

“Will we speak?” She asked, facing him full on, Shawn taking in her appearance.

Her hair was down, it was slightly frizzy, not straight or curly like she usually wore it. The t-shirt shes wearing, one of Shawns plain white ones, a long with leggings and ugg boots. She seemed like she hadn’t slept either but neither mentioned the appearance of the other.

“I don’t know where to begin” Shrugging, watching as she slide past his towering figure making herself comfortable of the couch.

“Tell me what I done wrong? Did we go wrong somewhere?” Playing with her fingers as he continued to watch her.

“I don’t know how to tell you without you feeling differently about me” running his hands through his hair with a sigh.

Her heart felt heavy with the statement. Her mind thinking the worst possible things even when she’s never once thought them before.

“Try me” tapping the seat beside her, his feet slowly shuffling over to her.

Watching as he sank further into the couch, she could see that it looked like he had the world on his shoulders, always feeling like he had to deal with it alone, except he doesn’t, she’s here, ready to help him or take it on for him, if only he would let her.

“Sometimes, sometimes it’s get too much. Like I’m always under pressure but then I put most of that pressure on myself and then it all gets so overwhelming that I feel like I can’t breath and that I’m drowning but no one seems to notice” His breathing increasing as he spoke. “I just feel like that if I told you every time I was feeling down that you would think of me differently, maybe even love me a little bit less” reaching for his hand, intertwining there fingers.

“I don’t know what it’s like to be you. I never have and I never will but if you honestly think that when you feel like you’re in one of those states and you can’t tell me cause you think I’ll feel differently about you then that would be a lie cause if anything, it makes me love you more” stroking his knuckles with the pad of her thumb.

“I just want to be there for you and I know it’ll be difficult but I don’t want you to keep everything to yourself, it’s not healthy and sometimes it’s okay for you to say no and take a break for yourself” reminding him that his mental and physical health is always a number one priority.

“I’m sorry for what I said, on the balcony. I never meant it. I love you and I don’t want to fight when I’m like that” pulling her into his arms, one hand on her knee the other stroking her arm as they relaxed into each other.

“I just worry that every time we argue and that we get so caught up in it, like this, that I might lose you” admitting how she’s felt over the last couple of days.