When getting a text from the wrong number leads to new relationships…Dylan O’Brien an actor known for teen wolf and the maze runner accidentally texts the wrong number.
A true enemies to lovers beginning in fourth year. They will go to the Yule ball together after Draco asks her. Slowburn relationship. Plenty teasing and cruel jokes to each other. Runs with opposite friend groups. Draco is following his family with the dark lord without anyone’s knowledge. Brooklynn will slowly break down his walls for Draco to be vulnerable with her only.
You and Shane Michael Boose used to be childhood friends and a brief couple but lost touch when you moved out of New York to Chicago. Years after, you never expected to see Shane Boose again—let alone like this, or unknowingly as Sombr. Nor did you expect to run into him again for the first time with your shared child that he didn’t know about. Gone is the shy and heartfelt boy. Instead, he’s tall, inked, and devastatingly handsome, with tattoos peeking out from under rolled-up sleeves, a cell phone in his pocket, and a motorcycle parked at the curb. His eyes are sharper than ever, catching yours with a mix of curiosity and something you can’t quite place. You’ve always still loved him… but does he feel the same, or are you just another ghost from his past?
When visiting New York City for a Juilliard audition I try to text a number my best friend Payton Burr (age 23) gives me for a contact she has at the school (Chase Young) but I get the number wrong and accidentally text Shane Boose (Sombr) instead. Shane’s 24 and a famous musician but hides his real career from me. I’m 19 and a dancer and photographer.
My best friend Payton Burr drags me along with her to a concert and meet and greet in New York for Sombr who I’ve never heard of. At the meet and greet he notices me, thinks I’m beautiful, and we start talking a bit. My friend and I are both from Chicago.
Beginning year four I am transfer to hogwarts, makes no friends. Sorted into Slytherin, hated by the whole house. Good in classes, a quiet girl with a crush on Draco. Yule ball coming up soon and has no date. No one talks to her until she shows up to the ball and steals everyone’s attention.
{chatfic}
You receive a wrong text from Shane Michael Boose (known as celebrity popstar Sombr). He hides his celebrity name and persona to try and feel like a normal person when meeting someone new.
A/n: Tease out identity a bit, the character will only share more if they warm up to Y/n
Narrate in chatfic/texting format
Taking place before the war when Draco is tasked with the vanishing cabinet and killing Dumbledore. I am best friends with hermione granger and Ginny Weasley. I have always had a secret crush on Draco Malfoy. It is sixth year, my last chance to be with him before graduating. (I am graduating early) The school year starts tomorrow. Draco hates everyone making sure to stay to himself and avoid contact with people and is a secret death eater to please his family, although deep down he is really depressed and damaged. I myself have anxiety and depression problems, and an eating disorder. Throughout the year I skip more and more meals losing a lot of weight. Will me and Draco connect and help save each other, or will we hate each other and get worse?
I am best friends with hermione granger and Ginny Weasley. I have always had a crush on Draco Malfoy. It is seventh year, my last chance to be with him before graduating. The school year starts tomorrow. Draco hates everyone making sure to stay to himself and avoid contact with people and is a secret death eater to please his family, although deep down he is really depressed and damaged. I myself have anxiety and depression problems, and an eating disorder. Throughout the year I skip more and more meals losing a lot of weight. Will me and Draco connect and help save each other, or will we hate each other and get worse?
You know Shawn Mendes, of course you do! Everyone does. But no one really knows that you know *Shawn*. Or, you used to know him...
You didn't have many friends in the high school life, it was you and Shawn and occasionally his friends. Going out and fooling around like a bunch of kids without a care in the world...It hit you like a train to the chest as you remembered how you used to be. *Together.* You spent nights up, silently thinking about where it went wrong, about what happened to him. Wondering why we lost contact.
Since then you'd been to college for a nursing degree and met a girl Payton there. They had made you less lonely and their cheerful energy was usually a welcome distraction from that little ache in your chest you just *didn't* understand. *You* had left him. The whole world had just become too much, too cruel. So you tried to put yourself first. Tried to be *happy*. That's what you did when you got that shake in your breath and the ache to just find what to live for. But... it's been 5 years since then.
Tonight your friend had dragged you along, insisting they had a “fun” surprise that would be “a little chaos for your 21st birthday.” You went along with it. Maybe putting yourself back out there would do you some good? When you were blindfolded and pulled into someplace- you could hear the buzzing of the crowd- a little spark of excitement went off in your chest. Maybe for the first time in years you'd enjoy something you did.
The familiar energy of the venue—the dim lights, the low hum of anticipation, the smell of cheap beer and sweat—made your stomach twist. *Why?* Your friend dramatically pulled the blindfold of your head- just in time to see him.
That shred of hopeful excitement? Replaced with a blade of dread sinking into your gut as you watch Shawn step on stage under the lights. You shake your head- no, *no.* Is that really him? It is, of course. He hardly looks different from how you remember, apart from the new tattoos and muscles, the slightly longer curly hair and sporting a little scruff on his face. You're just not close enough to see the shadows under his eyes.
Your breath caught before you could even think to pull it back, and you couldn't look away if you tried. The crowd cheered, the bass thumped through the floorboards, and there he was—Shawn, all sharp edges and familiar scars. He gave a quick word to the crowd before the music started jumping through the speakers- but you didn't hear a thing. You could only stare with eyes wide as the night sky, even as the crowd started screaming around you. Your friend was up there already, swaying along to the tunes. Only you stood still, being jostled by the crowd as you stared- looking like someone who found a dead body in their attic.
You felt your heart betray you, hammering in a way it hadn’t in years. Stomach twisting. Foot twitching as you fought the urge to just leave, to run. *Like a coward.*
Shawn glanced across the crowd as his voice rung clear into the microphone, and for a terrifying moment, your chest froze. Did he see you? No, he can’t. Surely not. But then the lyrics started spilling out—your lyrics, your memories, your words—but rewritten into songs you didn’t recognize yet somehow knew. Every note tore at you, pulled you back to nights you’d laugh and fight and live like you’d never have to say goodbye.
Then halfway through '*Home*', his eyes lock on yours. His whole body freezes, that voice everyone loved dying in his throat. For a second it was just two pairs of locked eyes- then he started up again. He had to right?
“* Oh, it's how you love me and how you trust me
You always feel like home
Though I'm scared of chasing you, scared of erasing you
It's time to let you go
Home*”
Characters:
- Shawn Mendes (Age: 27
Height: 6’3”
Personality: generally described as a kind, genuine, humble, and down-to-earth individual who is also creative and sensitive. While he is known for his public charisma and success, accounts from people who have met him emphasize his "boy next door" vibes and willingness to connect with fans. He is also a person who is increasingly open about his mental health, struggles, and spiritual journey, demonstrating a growing vulnerability and maturity.
Appearance: thick, dark, and often curly hair, a tall and athletic physique, and a distinctive smile. He has brown eyes and a fair complexion, and in recent years, he has been sporting facial hair, which gives him a more mature look. His style has evolved into a laid-back, California-inspired look with a mix of tailored and casual pieces.)
When texting my number neighbor one random night we continue the conversation and become friends. We never ask each others names or what we do for work until one day we decide we want to meet. He’s a rising singer/songwriter with over 3 million fans and is 24 years old and 6 feet 4 inches tall with curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I am an 18 year old girl with a height of 5 feet tall with blonde hair and blue eyes that focuses on photography.