Shawn Mendes Imagines (Reader Insert)

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Summary: You're a ghostwriter for a famous singer and Shawn is head over heels in love with the singer who he thinks writes her own music...But little does he know it's you.

Warnings: Few swear words

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Word Count: 13.7K | Angst & Fluff

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You sat on the edge of your seat, legs crossed, as you stared intently at the "famed" singer-songwriter who was reading over your lyrics. She shuffled papers back and forth either humming in distaste when she didn't like a particular lyric, or slamming a lyric sheet down on the table for a song she wanted to keep.

This was the third album cycle you had done this for her––writing songs and pitching them for her to sing. All while you sat in the background and collected royalties off the copyright you owned.

When you were sixteen, you wrote a song that circulated around a publishing company, and she––Zilla––did whatever she could to have the song be put on hold for her. She was a newer artist, but you heard whispers that she bought out Kacey Musgraves in order to record your song.

It started with one song as a work for hire, which grew to an EP where you had copyright ownership, and then to a full album...Which led you to sign a contract with her management team as her ghostwriter.

You remember it clear as day––you in their office, with your own entertainment lawyer, as Zilla and her manager slid an NDA across the table. You remember the manager trying their best to not outright say that Zilla wasn't talented in songwriting––She just spends so much time making sure her vocals are perfect that she doesn't have time to write and everyone wants personal songs nowadays.

Zilla's real name was Willow––but in order to keep the artist name the same as the songwriting credits––she picked a stage name. So, her stage name was just Zilla, and your songwriting credit would be listed as Zilla Greene.

While the public knew that Zilla was a stage name for Willow, they thought that she also wrote her own songs under the pseudonym Zilla Greene...But nobody knew how far from the truth that was.

The sound of papers slamming down on a wooden table snapped you out from your daydream, "None of these work," Zilla leaned back on the couch and crossed her arms over her chest, "I want to change my sound."

You had spent months crafting the songs in front of her. Carefully crafted rhyme schemes, imagery that was similar to the second album you wrote for her that won her three Grammys, it had an even mix of upbeat songs and ballads...And she didn't want any of them.

Your mouth dropped, "But what––You want––Why?"

Zilla shrugged her shoulders and picked at her nails, "The last album was so...Pop," she cringed, "Too colorful. I need to change it up––Keep listeners on their toes––I'm seeing this album aesthetic as more black and white."

You picked up your little notebook and scribbled down aesthetics and moods she wanted to match. With each sentence she rattled off, you wrote down key words––songs that connect in a story, feeling lost, black and white, heartbreak––a bit of your soul crumbled as you saw the songs you worked so hard on lay abandoned on the table without a second thought.