Shawn Mendes Imagines (Reader Insert)

Two Pizzerias

Request: Can you do a blurb or story about maybe something where Shawn is in love with this girl and her dad doesn't like him or want her to be with him so she's forced to choose between leaving him or staying with him & make their love real fluffy but dad part like Romeo and Juliet

Warnings: Throwing up (bleh sljdf nothing graphic though! just like describing the ~feeling)

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Word Count: 8.1K | Fluff with a hint of angst

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It was a normal Tuesday in your family's pizza shop, you were mixing up the large caprese salad on the front counter, and just when you waved goodbye to a family leaving the pizzeria, a man with a red face flew through the door.

You rolled your eyes knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"Oh, Manny," your dad walked out of the kitchen with a sly smile on his face, "What a lovely––"

Manny Mendes––the owner of the pizzeria diagonal from your family's pizzeria––pointed an accusatory finger at your dad, "You purposefully had the truck load out your supplies right in front of my shop."

"Why would I do such a thing?"

You rolled your eyes at your father's snarky quip as you placed the caprese salad in its place next to the pastas, and other easy to serve meals that were behind glass so customers could see their options.

"You're trying to sabotage––"

"I would do no such thing–––"

Manny stood stiff, fists curled tightly at his sides, as he spoke over your father, "You're just jealous that we opened up seven years ago and are doing better than your dinky shop that's been here for decades."

Your dad's jaw dropped as his eyes widened at the insult, "Dinky?!"

With your father's full attention on Manny, he didn't see the slight shake of your shoulders as you let out a chuckle. The bickering continued, and when you were sure your father wouldn't notice, you took an oven mitt, opened up the large brick oven that customers always ogled at when they walked in, and carefully slid out a garlic knot.

Manny and your father were still arguing about whose pizzeria was better and why as you quickly ran to the back kitchen, tossing the piping hot garlic knot between your hands like a game of hot potato, and grabbed a sheet of tin foil to wrap it up.

"Going somewhere?" Your mother raised an eyebrow at you as she carried a very large mixing bowl full of shredded mozzarella cheese.

You hid the lone garlic knot, wrapped tightly in tin foil, behind your back, "Dad and Manny are at it again––Figured I'd like––Not be there."

Your mother rolled her eyes and placed the silver bowl down on the counter where she prepped her pizzas, "Again?" She wiped her hands on he rwhite apron, "I'll sort it out."

There wasn't a door from the back kitchen to the front of the store––Let the aromas fill up the shop, it was your grandfather's vision––so you heard your mom, loud and clear, as she broke up their weekly fight. Not waiting for her to get back, and not wanting to get caught, you made a dash to the back door––grabbing your backpack on the way––and found yourself in the alley way.