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[t-lostinworlds]

Found You (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: So since this amazing person known as @fourtristattoos is having this amazing festival, I thought I’d support and have a little participation too. Also wanted to try and write some dad!shawn sooo yeah, this is my first ever dad!shawn fic. And this ended up longer than expected lol. I hope you guys like it! <3

Summary: Shawn thinks it’s just a coincidence, but when his son seems to bump into you ever so often, he starts to think otherwise.

Prompts: 

"Look at you, so big and tall, bet you're real proud of yourself, huh?"

"Pick that up and put it in the cart, please." 

"I finally found you"

Warnings: Fluff and Typos

Word Count: 6.2k

Masterlist in Bio

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"Buddy be careful!" Shawn exclaimed, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he watched his 4 year old son sprint towards the little playground his grandparents had in their backyard.

It was built just a couple of months ago, a gift for their first grandchild as Karen and Manny had said, their grandchild who was so spoiled to bits by his grandpa and grandma.

"He's fine Shawn. Don't be such a dad." Aaliyah teased as she ran towards her nephew, a big smile on her face once she reached the little guy, him erupting in giggles, excited to see his favorite aunt play all day with him.

"Well I am dad so I will worry all I want." Shawn huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched two of his favorite people in the world, laughing and enjoying as they ran up and down the slide, a smile breaking into his own lips, feeling so giddy and happy with the scene in front of him.

The sun rose high today in Pickering, the smell of grass and fresh air so soothing to Shawn in the best way possible, the cool air blowing on his skin just enough to make him sigh in pure content to be back home again.

"He's a beautiful child you know. You've raised him well." Shawn looked beside him to see his mother smiling widely at him, giving his arm a soft squeeze before casting her eyes back at the beautiful boy who was giggling loudly as his aunt Liyah pushed him gently on the swing.

Shawn wrapped an arm around his mother's shoulder, pulling her into a side hug and placing a soft kiss on top of her head. "Couldn't have done it without your help mum." A soft 'aww' escaped Karen's lips, her small hand rubbing circles on his back as she rested her weight onto her son, who was once his little boy, and now, has a little boy of his own.

What Shawn said was true. He couldn't have raised Angelo the best way possible, without the help of his parents.

Angelo Nathan Mendes.

The name of Shawn's sunshine, his everything, his angel.

It was rough having him when he was still so young since 22 wasn't exactly Shawn's ideal age on becoming a dad, and also given the fact that career wise, it wasn't the greatest idea. But what happened, happened and he was still thankful for it given that he now has such an adorable boy in his life, his son.

The moment Shawn found out that he was going to be a father, it wasn't exactly as joyous as he'd hope it to be. Only being with her for only a couple of months, it was an idiotic move of Shawn for not being extra careful but he kept a positive mindset, telling himself that this was a blessing in disguise. He thought she'd be happy too, just as he was, scared but happy nonetheless, but what Shawn got was the exact opposite.

At first she wanted to get rid of it off the bat, saying how she wasn't ready to be a mother, blaming him for ruining the future she has planned for herself, but after weeks of reassurance and begging from him, she finally gave in. Shawn was glad tour was over that time so he was able to disappear from the public eye to take great care of her, made her feel like a queen.

They've also managed to keep it on the down low the whole time, the fact that they haven't gone public helped in the greatest bit. Shawn telling the world that he was making an album during his disappearance to lessen the suspicion, to derive everyone from finding out what was actually going on. But of course he wasn't lying fully since he can never stop making music, and with him only posting bits of snaps from him in the studio, no one knew that he was actually going to be a father.

They were okay for the 9 months she's carried their child, Shawn expecting her to fall in love with being a mother as time goes by, that they'd be a happy family after everything, but what he didn't expect was that she'd leave right after Angelo was born, gone in a flash and leaving him to raise his child all on his own.

Shawn didn't bother to try and get a hold of her. She already made it clear that she wanted no part of it, even from the very start, so he lets her be. Angelo doesn't deserve that kind of woman in his life anyway, Shawn always wondering what he saw in her and how he ended up with someone like her in the first place.

However, Shawn knew he couldn't hide his secret for much longer. Sooner or later, people are going to get very suspicious on why he decided to extend his break for another year. Fans were getting worried, news outlets were starting to create false theories, and his career image was slowly turning sideways as the media keeps pushing that he was on drugs or something in the likes of.

So when his boy turned one and a half, Shawn posted this photo on his Instagram:

shawnmendes: My little boy, Angelo Mendes.

Let's just say Shawn broke the internet more so than when he released that Calvin Klein ad.

People were shock, happy, confused, surprised and everything in between. Then the questions on who the mother was started rolling in. Shawn never gave out a name, knowing how people are going to drag her especially if they find out what actually happened, he wouldn't do that her even if she wasn't in his good books. Shawn only stating that he was happy and content, that it was just him and his boy, and wherever she was right now, he wishes the best for her.

"Has he asked about that girl yet?" Karen asked, venom laced in her voice, still refusing to refer to her as 'Angelo's mom' but Shawn knew who she was talking about, the expression on his mother's face just says it all.

"Yeah, once."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him that she's somewhere out there. Then he just forgot about it instantly." Shawn chuckled, but a heavy feeling settled in his heart. He knew Angelo was going to ask more and more questions about his mom as he grows older, and Shawn doesn't know how to tell him the truth without breaking the little boy's heart.

Shawn doesn't want him to think that something was wrong with him that's why she left, or that he wasn't loved enough by his own mother for her to stay with them. Shawn is dreading that day to be honest, the day he's going to tell him about what really happened.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure he'll be fine. He's loved enough by you and more." Karen reassured as if she's read his mind, Shawn smiling down at her, grateful to have her every step of the way, from helping him learn how to change diapers to the secret of tucking a bouncing ball of energy to bed.

"Also, you need to get back on dating Shawn, you need a girlfriend." A groan erupted out of the curly boy's mouth, eyes rolling as he shook his head at what his mother had said. "What? I'm serious! You're not going to be 26 forever, date while you're still young."

"I'm happy as is mum. Angelo is all I need, you guys are all I need. I don't need to find a girlfriend, if someone is out there for me, then she'll come. Besides I don't think Angelo is old enough to understand. I don't want to confuse him by having a girl and then if we break up she'd be gone. It's too stressful. Not to mention I don't have the time."

"Well you've been avoiding every girl that comes your way, how do you know you're not avoiding the one?" Shawn lets out a defeated sigh. It was true though, he has been avoiding every girl. He just doesn't want to be bothered anymore, with his career, tour, his son, he just doesn't think he'd be able to find the time to have a girlfriend and treat her like she deserves.

Plus, not most people have the patience to be with someone with an extremely hectic life. A career like his, and a child added in the mix, most girls just don't want that in their lives.

"Besides, I think Angelo would want you to have someone. You've taken great care of him, I think it's time you find someone who will take great care of you too." Karen gave her son a sweet smile, only wanting nothing more than for him to have the best in life, and to have someone who'd be there for him and Angelo, his other half if you will.

"I'm okay mum. We're okay. And wherever the person I meant to be with, she'll come in her own time."

"But don't you think it's time to stop waiting and start looking?" Karen pressed, raising an eyebrow at Shawn with a knowing look. He only shook his head with a laugh. "No, it's not. Plus, I can't just be with any girl out there. My little man has to approve too you know."

"Hmm, maybe Angelo will be the one who'd find her for you since you're too lazy to do it. You know what they say, kids have a special sense."

Shawn couldn't help but roll his eyes, but before he could tell her mother that the theory is highly unlikely, a small voice interrupted them.

"Dada look! Look at me!" Shawn's heart grew ten times its size when he casted his eyes at his son, standing at the top of the tower with a wide smile, accompanied by his uncontrollable giggles as Aaliyah held him around the waist to make sure he doesn't fall off.

"Look at you, so big and tall, bet you're real proud of yourself, huh?" Shawn jogged over to them, now looking up at Angelo with a wide grin, the little boy's short tuff of hair getting on his face as the wind blows past it, but his smile never did waver

He loves it when he sees his son happy. Nothing can ever beat the feeling of hearing just seeing that precious smile every day. Shawn thought going on stage and playing his song all across the world would be his ultimate feeling of being high on life, but he was proven wrong the moment he saw Angelo smile. That feeling will always be Shawn's greatest high and more.

"I'm just like Dada! Tall and stwong and bwave!" Angelo roared, his cute little face all scrunched up as he gritted teeth, the beautiful sound of Shawn's laughter following suit.

"But are you brave enough to jump from up there bud?" Shawn challenged, walking a bit closer as he positioned himself on the right spot, giving Aaliyah a small nod to let her loosen his grip on the boy before smiling back up at him.

"Yes I am! Im'ma jump!" He huffed, but when he looked down, his little smile faltered.

"Come on buddy, Dada will catch you. I always will." Shawn reassures, opening up his arms. Angelo looked at his father and his smile came right back, this time even brighter with pure love and trust in his eyes and Shawn felt his heart skip a beat.

The little boy jumped with a squeal, Shawn catching him easily with a joyous laugh of his own, spinning him around as he smothered his tiny face with kisses.

The image in itself deserved its own museum, the love and bond of father and son too strong and powerful that no other could ever compare, but a little part of Shawn wished there was someone else with them, someone who could add more light to the picture, someone who'd treat them both with as much love as they would her, someone who could complete their little family.

Shawn couldn't help but think about his mother's words,

"Angelo will be the one who'd find her for you."

***

"Okay bud, get your favorite cereal and daddy will be right here on the opposite shelf okay?" The boy grinned widely with an excited nod, Shawn ruffling his hair with a chuckle before letting his son scour the shelves. Angelo already knew what he needed to do since Shawn has taken him grocery shopping every time. He knew were to get his favorite cereal, so when Shawn heard a box fall on the floor, he expected that the little boy found what he was looking for.

"Pick that up and put it in the cart, please." Shawn said, never letting his eyes leave the shelf of the packets of oatmeal, but when he didn't hear a response, his brows furrowed. "Angelo?" Shawn stood up straight, eyes scanning the aisle, the panic in him growing when he couldn't find his son. "Shit."

Shawn sprinted to the end of the aisle, looking both ways for any sign of the little boy, but he didn't need to look that far when he heard his little voice just by the next aisle.

"Hi! You so pwetty. Are you my momma?"

"Angelo!" Shawn's eyes grew wide as he heard what he just said, jogging towards his son but immediately slowing himself down when the girl his son was talking with knelt to his height with a bright smile, and Shawn could've sworn his heart stopped for a second.

"You are the sweetest, but no buddy, I'm not your momma." She stated gently with a soft giggle, giving Angelo's arm a soft squeeze. A soft 'oh okay' escaped the boys lips, and Shawn can hear the disappointment in it, his heart breaking for his boy, but before he could intrude, she spoke again,

"But I'm sure wherever she is right now, she's so lucky and proud to have a beautiful and sweet boy like you." Shawn couldn't help but swoon at her words, a smile growing on his face as he stared at the woman adoringly, but he quickly shook his head, are you seriously crushing on someone you don't know right now?

"Hi, I am so sorry. He doesn't usually run off like that, and he doesn't usually ask strangers that question out of the blue either." Shawn lets out a shy chuckle, scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed, but she only gave him a wide smile, standing up to her full height as Shawn grabbed Angelo's hand, the boy smiling up at the two adults as if he knows something they don't.

"Oh no, it's okay really. Are you his dad?"

"Uh yeah, I'm Shawn." Shawn reached a hand out, a light blush growing on his face once she took it, her hands are so soft.

"(Y/N). Anyway, I have to get going; I'll see you around."

"Bye (Y/N)!" The young one exclaimed in delight, his little hand raised as he gave her a wave goodbye, a cute giggle coming out of her when she waved back. "Bye Angelo."

She and Shawn locked eyes for a moment, her flashing him a bright smile with a curt nod before turning on her heel and walking away, his eyes lingering on her back until he was staring at the space where she disappeared, finding it hard to wipe the grin off his face.

"She's so pwetty Dada."

"Yeah, she's something."

(Y/N).

Shawn wonders if he'll ever see her again.

***

"Okay, stay put while I order you some ice cream." The sweater covered boy nodded at his father with a smile, Shawn already picturing his mother, Karen, shaking her head at him for giving into his son's wishes. It was quite chilly out in Toronto, the park they were at only having a handful of people due to the weather, a clear sign that an ice cream isn't exactly a good idea, but how can Shawn say no when Angelo's all pouty and cute?

"Thanks man." Shawn paid for the ice creams, knowing that him and his son would be sitting on a bench somewhere while people watching, looking down only to find Angelo gone. "Oh fuck, not again." The dad groaned, utterly confused and worried as he started searching for his son, not knowing why Angelo seems to run off recently.

He's never been like this before, always scared to be far from his dad when they go out, but now, he seemed to have grown the courage to just walk away to somewhere, or rather someone.

"Angelo! Hi buddy." Shawn almost had a whiplash when he turned around at the sound of his son's name, and not to mention the sound of a familiar voice. Shawn blinked a couple times, his lips slightly parted as he couldn't believe his eyes when it landed on her.

She looked even cuter when she's all bundled up with a comfy coat and a scarf to match his, a wide smile painted on her face as she gave his son a soft and gentle hug. Shawn was so enthralled by her that he didn't notice them approaching, his little boy's hand engulfed in hers.

"Shawn." She greeted, her smile not wavering. Shawn found it odd how he seemed to be so captivated by her given the fact that he knows nothing about her and this is only the second time they've met. She just has this aura around her that he finds himself wondering what more could there be to this simple girl his son seems to run off to.

"Hey, it's you again."

"Yup, your son seemed to remember me."

"I mean, a beautiful girl like you is hard to forget." The words slipped out of Shawn's mouth before he could even stop himself, his cheeks turning crimson as he lets out an awkward chuckle.

(Y/N) couldn't stop herself from blushing as well, looking down at the boy by her side with curios eyes since he was sporting an oddly wide grin, before turning her eyes back to the father. "Uh, thank you."

"Dada can (Y/N) eat ice scweam with us?" Angelo butted in before Shawn could say another word, wondering what is going on inside this 4 year old's head.

"I uh, you can join us if you want, but you don't have to! I mean if you're busy it's okay, I don't want to ruin any of your plans." He rambled as he flashed her a small smile, because as much as Shawn doesn't mind, it wasn't really up to him. Maybe she's with someone, or maybe she has somewhere to get to.

"Sure, a little ice cream in this chilly weather probably won't hurt." She shot Shawn a knowing wink, a soft giggle escaping her lips before she looked down at the little boy, missing the way Shawn's cheeks turned even redder when she did that.

She really is something.

"Why don't you get your ice cream from your dad and come with me while I buy mine?" She spoke softly, Angelo letting out a squeal of joy, grabbing up at Shawn for his ice cream and then then dragging her back to the little ice cream shop.

Shawn watched in awe as the two walked away, his heart thumping in his chest loud and fast just seeing Angelo walk hand in hand with (Y/N) as she says something that made the little boy's laugh ring in the air.

What's with this girl that Angelo seems to be extremely comfortable with her in so little time? Shawn knew it probably wasn't the best idea to let his son walk with a person they know nothing about. But Angelo never just talks to random people, let alone actually walk up to them, and part of Shawn thinks there more to this than what actually meets the eye.

"Hey Shawn, you coming with us or what?" Shawn shook his head with a blink, chuckling to himself before jogging up towards the two of them before they were on the way on finding a good spot in the park where they can people watch.

The three sat on a bench, green trees dancing around them as the chilly wind of Toronto blew pass it leaves, the once still water of the little pond situated in front rippling, followed by the sound of laughter erupting out (Y/N)'s lips as Shawn tells her another dad joke, saying that he gets a pass now since he's technically a dad.

The two hit it off pretty quickly, having a conversation like they've known each other for some time, from the outside looking in, it would've looked liked a family, casually enjoying their time at a park bench, the little one who was sat in the middle smiling brightly at the two adults, sometimes chiming in his two sense in the conversation even if sometimes, he has no idea what they're talking about.

"Oh god, I need a breather." (Y/N) stuttered out as soon as she calmed down from her laughter all while wiping the tears from under her eyes. Shawn smiled proudly at himself, heart warm with his cheeks flushed ever since he heard her laugh the first time around. It was very uncommon for him to find someone extremely attractive in such a short time, but whatever this is, Shawn knows there has to have some kind of reason.

"Oh no, something came up, I need to go." Shawn didn't realize that his smile visibly dropped at her words until (Y/N) tilted her head to the side and gave him a curios look, her lips pursed as she try to contain her smile.

Shawn quickly looked away as he bit his bottom lip, chuckling to himself at how much he's being a teenager right now.

(Y/N) found it so cute how flushed his cheeks was getting, her heart beating rapidly against her rib cage but she maintained a calm composure on the outside, thinking that her younger self would have been fainting right there on the spot.

Of course she knew who he was, being that there was a huge billboard of his face on the highway, and his songs playing on the radio more than once, how can she not?

She was also a huge fangirl a while back, but, life happened. She grew up, moved on, and kinda distanced herself from the world behind the computer screen as she tries to be more present in the real world.

And Shawn knows too, that she knows about his career and all that jazz, it was one of the things they've talked about during their conversation, but none of them changed the way they see each other as they carried on, having a person to person interaction and nothing more.

(Y/N) stood up with a smile, Shawn mirroring her actions as they faced each other, ready to bid their goodbyes.

"It was nice hanging out with you." Shawn stood there awkwardly, not knowing if he should go for the hug or the hand shake, but before he could decide, she only nodded and said, "Yeah you too." then she was kneeling down to Angelo's height, her smile wide and bright as she raised her hand for a high five, Angelo connecting there palms with a cute giggle.

"Bye Angelo."

"Bye bye (Y/N)"

"I'll see you two around." And with that, (Y/N) stood back up, gave Shawn a smile and walked away again, a nagging voice inside Shawn's head telling him that he was forgetting something, that he's supposed to chase after her and asked for something, the nagging voice quickly turning into words by his one and only son.

"Dada why you not get her number?" Shawn looked down at the boy fully amused, brows furrowed with his mouth slightly parted.

"Bud, you're 4, what do you know about getting a girl's number?"

"I dunno. Uncle Brian said if she's pretty and you like her, you get her number." Shawn couldn't help but laugh. Of course, who else would Angelo get that from?

"Let's go home buddy."

Shawn wasn't sure if he was ready to date yet. That was the main reason why he didn't get her number. He doesn't know if he will ever be ready to try and have a girlfriend again, he's been single for 4 years, and a part of him is scared about how it will ended up.

Not only that, what if Angelo gets too attached to her and they don't work out in the long run? That would be another big problem Shawn doesn't want to face.

Yeah he does feel some kind of connection with her, but what if she isn't the one? What if them meeting up because of Angelo was just a coincidence?

Well, Shawn used to think that it was just coincidence, until it happened the third time around.

It was one early Saturday morning when Shawn decided to take Angelo out for breakfast, opting for that little café down the street. The sun rays were bright, the sound of a bell ringing when Shawn pulled the door open for his boy, the little one jogging inside and going straight for the counter.

Shawn was ordering their food when he heard the bell sound off again, turning around instinctively, Shawn expected someone to walk in, but his eyes grew wide when he saw Angelo walk out of the cafe, his little figure coming to view by the glass window.

"Shit!" Shawn was in a sprint in a matter of seconds, yanking the door open in a rush that it would've come off its hinges.

"Angelo get back here!" He called out, chasing the now running boy as fast as he could because even though with tiny legs, the little boy seemed to have gone farther than he expected. Shawn's heart thumped even faster when he saw his son round up the corner of the street, disappearing completely from his sight.

"Oh god." Shawn's panic grew, thinking that when he reaches that corner, Angelo would be nowhere to be seen, that he'd be too late and his son would be lost in this huge city.

Making a sharp turn, Shaw came to a complete stop just in time to see Angelo reach for a strangers hand, the girl stopping in confusion when he felt someone grab at her, but when she looked down, her eyes grew wide in shock, same as Shawn when he saw her face.

"No way."

(Y/N)'s gaze snapped at Shawn's voice, eyes staring at him in pure confusion as she looked down at he boy who was grinning like he didn't just give his father a heart attack.

"He ran off again?" She asked teasingly, taking in how Shawn seemed to be out of breath, little beads of sweat on his forehead glistening under the morning sun.

"Give me a sec." Shawn panted, hands resting on his knees as he tried to regain his breathing. Not that he was out of shape, but running wit your heart beating so fast out of fear that you might have lost your son would definitely knock the breath out of you.

"We got to stop meeting like this Shawn." She giggled, shaking her head at the dad who inhaled deeply before standing straight up with a huge exhale, and when Shawn finally took in her appearance, he felt like he couldn't breathe again.

It was obvious that she just went on an early morning jog, with hair up in a ponytail, tights hugging her legs paired with an equally tight tank top and running shoes, Shawn just couldn't seem to take his eyes off her.

Boy he was crushing so hard.

"I swear this doesn't always happen. But when it does, it's always you he finds." Shawn blurted, eyes leaving hers as it looked with his young man, was still smiling widely, eyes going back in forth between the two adults.

"Huh, what a coincidence." (Y/N) marveled, looking at Shawn with a curios glance.

I think not. Shawn knew that there was some kind of meaning behind this, maybe it's a sign that he should try it with her and see where it goes, and judging by the way Angelo seems to brighten up at the sight of her, Shawn knew it definitely was worth a shot.

"And you young man, stop giving your dad a hard time." She giggled, kneeling down to ruffle Angelo's little tuff of hair, the boy giggling a soft 'I'm sowwy' before sprinting towards his dad and hugging his legs.

"It's alright bud, just don't do it again." Shawn chuckled, giving his son a soft squeeze, and a kiss on top of his head, the sight making (Y/N)'s heart warm as she watched the two boys with adoration in her eyes.

She looked down with shake of her head, feeling like she was intruding with their moment, "Well, I better get going, I'll see you two around."

"Wait." (Y/N) stopped in heat tracks, turning back around to see Shawn walking up towards her, a nervous smile on his lips as his hand scratched the back of his neck while the other was interlaced with the little boy by his side.

"I uh, can I have you number? I'd like to see you again. Like not in this way where I always loss Angelo." Shawn chuckled shyly, cheeks all flush and (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the man.

"Of course." She smiled brightly, Shawn seeming to find her even more gorgeous every time she does.

And with an exchange of contacts, they were waving goodbye again, but this time, Shawn was sure he'll be seeing her again.

"Finally." Angelo mumbled, Shawn completely taken aback by his son's comment, shaking his head with a scoff he said, "What do you mean finally?"

"You take so long to get her number Dada."

Shawn rolled his eyes, trying his best to wrap his mind that his son was four but he was already judging Shawn's game with girls. But nonetheless, Shawn was grateful for his son, because after that little encounter, (Y/N) and him grew closer, and Shawn felt happy to have someone by his side who not only understands his lifestyle, but also cares about Angelo as much as he does.

Months of dating turned into a year, her being such an amazing and supportive girlfriend that Shawn just keeps falling deeper and deeper in love with her. She's always there for both boys no matter what the cause, whether be it on tour or back at Shawn's condo when the three of them are all huddled up on the couch watching whatever Disney movie there was.

Karen loved her right off the bat when they met at Angelo's 5th birthday. The lovely woman knowing that (Y/N) fits perfectly with the two boys just by seeing the three of them together, it was like a picture perfect family, the joy and love radiating off of them that anyone close by would always have a smile on their faces.

It was when Shawn saw her in be with his family that he knew she was for keeps. Just seeing her laugh and bond with his mum, having inside jokes with Aaliyah, and even bond over sports with his dad, Shawn couldn’t have asked for a perfect girl in his life.

Shawn knew that he wanted (Y/N) for the long run, he was madly in love with her that he can see nothing else but a future with her. Shawn was deep into the hole that he knew he can never turn back. More so when he caught the little conversation Angelo and she had one Monday night.

It's been a week since (Y/N) finally decided to officially move in with them, and as she always does, she tucking Angelo into bed as Shawn cleaned up the toys that was littered in the living room, finishing just in time that when he walked towards Angelo's room, he heard the little boy's voice speak,

"(Y/N), will you be my momma?" Angelo questioned out of the blue with a tired smile, a tiny yawn following suit as he eyed the girl with hopeful eyes, (Y/N) halting her movements as she looked at the boy in complete surprise, heart racing as it was the first time Angelo's brought up that word.

She sat down gently on the edge of his bed, the little boy sporting his matching blue pajama set while he was well tucked underneath the cover. Her hand reaching out, she flashed the boy a bright smile, hand coming up to cup his cheek, her touch soft and gentle, just as a mother's should.

"I'll be whoever you want me to be bud." She stated gently, Shawn watching by the door with a huge grin on his face, the sight doing nothing but melting his heart over and over.

"I want you to be my Momma, Dada wants you to be my Momma too." (Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle, her heart warm and fuzzy as he looked at the young boy with so much love like he was her own. She loved Angelo with all her heart and she would gladly take a bullet for the young one anytime, just as much with the boy's dad.

"Is that so?"

"Hmm, are you my momma now?" (Y/N) smiled, recalling the first words Angelo said to her when they first met, back at the grocery store. She looked behind her when she heard the door creak, seeing Shawn leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a wide grin on his lips as he gave (Y/N) a knowing nod, the girl giving Shawn an equally wide smile before turning her attention back to Angelo.

"Yes Angelo, I'm your Momma now." She whispered, Angelo's face lighting up more than ever before at her words as he jolted up and threw his arms around her neck, giving her the warmest embrace she has ever felt in her life, an embrace that made her feel welcomed, made her feel loved, and it took everything in her strength to keep the tears at bay.

"Good night momma, I love you." The little boy whispered as he went straight back to bed, eyes slowly fluttering close with the smile still on his lips. (Y/N) leaned down, her soft lips connecting with his forehead as she whispered back, "I love you too angel." With as soft sigh of content, she stood up, reaching over to Angelo's beside table to turn on his lamp, a cute little spinning one that illuminated the room with the shapes of moons and stars. She gave the boy one last glance before turning on her heel towards the door, her man smiling widely at her as he flicked the main light off, closing the door gently behind once she joined him outside.

(Y/N) didn't go that far down the hall when Shawn was quick to wrap his arms around her waist, turning her around with his head dipping as he captured her lips in his, a soft giggle coming out of her as she kissed him back immediately, her fingers getting lose in the curls in the back of his head, Shawn grinning wide at the beautiful sound, at the beautiful girl in his arms.

"I finally found you. Finally found the one." He whispered against her lips, a soft sigh of content leaving his lips as he pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers for him to look at her in the eyes, pure love swimming in his brown orbs. (Y/N) bit her lips with a knowing look, eyebrow raised as she shook her head lightly at the man she was so in love with.

"You didn’t find me mister, Angelo did, don't take the credit." Shawn laughed, but didn't bother to argue, it was true after all.

"Fine, I won't. But thank you (Y/N), thank you for completing my–well, our family." (Y/N) nudged the tip of her nose with his, eyes staring back in his with equally as much love as his show, "I'm honored to be a part of it." Shawn was quick to press his lips against hers again, him taking a sharp inhale of breath as he took her in, so happy to have her in his life, in both his and Angelo's lives.

"Say, should we try and give Angelo a younger sibling?" Shawn added cheekily, teeth nipping gently at her bottom lip as his hands slowly went down to cup her bum. (Y/N) giggled, "I don't see why not." She winked, Shawn wasting no time as he hoisted her up with ease with a deep chuckle, a small squeal escaping her lips with her legs wrapping around his waist securely as Shawn carried her to the bedroom, ready to make her feel all his love, in more ways than one.

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Hold Me

A/N: @fourtristattoos I cannot thank you enough for creating this art festival and those weekly themes that have motivated me and helped me write SO MUCH. So here we go for the brother’s best friend theme!

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“Brian are you joking?” You groaned at the news.

“I know I know!” He raised his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry I forgot to tell you earlier,”

“What kind of party is it?” You sighed, opening your closet to find an appropriate outfit.

“Just wear a dress?”

“Not helping Brian, what kind of dress?” You insisted, letting him look at your stuff.

             He had always been the worst at telling you when he made plans, but this was taking it a little too far. You knew he was distracted, and as his twin you tried to remind him of things, but you couldn’t help if you didn’t know in the first place.

            The fact that his best friend (who by extension was a very good friend of yours) organized a party should not have been kept from you until the day the party was happening.

“This one looks great on you,”

“I wore this at Shawn’s last party,” You groaned. “I don’t want to wear the same outfit twice in a row, why did you tell him I’d be there without even asking me?”

“I’m sorry! He asked and I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind if I can organize myself, I have so much work to catch up on.” You sighed. “How many people are we talking here?”

“Not too many, I promise. You can wear any dress, it’ll be chill,”

“A dress isn’t chill,” You grumbled, knowing you’d much rather go in jeans although you’d be out of place.

“I can drive? Leave at seven?”

“Fine,” You pushed him out of your room. “I’m still mad at you,”

“It’ll be fun,”

“You’re lucky it’s Shawn’s place we’re going to,” You grumbled before closing the door.

            You knew it wouldn’t be that bad, you just had a shorter amount of time to finish your essay that was due tonight. You were jealous of Shawn sometimes, he got to be an international pop star and you were stuck with studying for another year to finally be able to do what you wanted with your life.

            You got back to work, thinking that you might have to bring your laptop to his party at this stage, and your outfit problem was the least of your worries. Hopefully you’d be able to finish this on time, and worst case you’d ask Shawn if you could sit in a room to finish it for a few minutes once you got there.

            It’s not like you weren’t comfortable with each other, you had seen each other grow up and considering he was always with Brian you found yourself at his place on a regular basis. Your brother was the closest person to you, you had a good relationship and told each other almost anything although you snapped at each other regularly.

            Shawn was friends with Brian before you started getting along, but when they grew close you accepted him into the bubble you had with your brother and you formed a good trio throughout your childhood.

            You couldn’t finish your essay before you had to start getting ready, and you applied a little bit of makeup as quickly as you could without messing it up before slipping into a simple black dress. You were lucky you took the time to wax your legs yesterday without knowing it would be so useful now.

            Your hair was a bit of a mess, but after running your fingers through the curls to entangle them it looked decent enough, and you put your heels near the door with a purse that was only missing your phone before you sat back at your desk.

            You knew you wouldn’t be able to write two more paragraphs and a conclusion in the next ten minutes, and you had to resolve yourself to working at Shawn’s place.

“Ready?” Brian knocked on your door right on time, and you closed your laptop with a sigh.

“Yeah, I’ll need to finish this when we get there though.” You slipped your shoes on and grabbed your things. “I only have a few things left to write.”

            Brian drove to Shawn’s condo with some music on, he knew you weren’t mad at him, but he saw you working your ass off and he felt bad for warning you last minute when you had something due on the same night.

            You made it there a little early, something you always did because you usually helped Shawn before everyone else arrived, and you were thankful when you realized it would make it easier for you to escape.

“Any chance you have a spot where I can work for a bit before the rest gets there?” You asked Shawn after greeting him, and he immediately took you down a corridor.

“Yeah, of course. Did Brian warn you at the last second again?”

“He told me this afternoon, he didn’t ask me before confirming it with you, so yes, definitely last minute. It’s okay though, I should finish this pretty quickly, I need to submit it by midnight.”

“Alright, you can just stay in my room,” He opened the door for you. “Let me know if you need anything,”

“Thank you,”

            You thought you’d end up in the guest room, but instead you sat at Shawn’s desk. He had a room dedicated to his work, but he still had a desk in his room for the times he would rather work here, and you had to stop yourself from looking at what was written in his notebook. You knew he would hate for anyone to go through it without asking, so you closed it without reading the words scrambled here and there.

            You got to work quickly, the music was low for now but when more people arrived you knew it would go up and you’d have a hard time concentrating. It took half an hour for you to get to your conclusion, and the living room was growing louder by the second.

            You couldn’t focus enough to form a proper sentence, and it already took you more time than it should have to finish your paragraphs.

“Hey,” Shawn knocked and cracked the door open. “Doing okay?”

“Yeah,” You erased another word that had a typo in it. “Slowly losing my mind, but I’m almost done.”

            He slipped inside and closed the door to muffle the sound of the music, and he flopped on his bed while you craned your neck to look at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping you company,” He shrugged. “It’s getting really loud in there and I’m exhausted.”

“You organized this,”

“I had energy when I did,” He threw a small pillow at you. “I’ve had a lot to do the past few days,”

“Alright rockstar, take a break then.”

“I just need a ten minute power nap and I’ll be back on my feet.”

“Don’t,” You laughed, knowing exactly what would happen. “You’re going to feel even sleepier.”

“Nooo,” He dragged out the word. “It’ll be fine,”

“Hey Shawn?” You made him look at you. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Brian mixed my drinks,”

“I can’t believe you’re already drunk and I haven’t even started,” You chuckled, still trying to type your conclusion.

“I can get you a drink,”

“I need to finish this first, you take a power nap alright?” You figured it would shut him up long enough for you to be able to finish your work.

“Alright,” He yawned, nuzzling his face in his pillow.

            He was drunker than you originally thought, Shawn rarely acted like a baby unless he was hammered and tired. You had seen him in more than one drunken state, but sleepy childish Shawn was rare. You had only witnessed that a few times, and it made him clingy and brutally honest.

            You typed a few sentences to close your essay, it was pathetic but it would have to do, and you hit submit before thinking about it twice. You closed your laptop and crouched down in front of Shawn.

“Hey,” You watched him open his eyes. “How many drinks did you have?”

“Three, maybe four?”

“Shots?”

“Dunno how many,”

“You’re so drunk,” You chuckled at his annoyed whine.

“Can you stay with me?”

“Shawn, if you fall asleep now you’ll hate waking up. Let’s go see what everyone is doing, I’m sure you’ll be dancing as soon as you can hear the music again.”

“But you’re so prettyyy,” He smiled. “Why won’t you stay with me?”

“Alright, but no more than ten minutes.” You sat on the bed next to him. “You can’t fall asleep, I didn’t come here to work, you said you’d get me a drink, remember? I want to enjoy the party too.” You tried to motivate him to stay awake because cranky Shawn was not something you wanted to deal with.

“Yes, ten minutes,” He wrapped an arm around your waist and dragged you down into his arms.

“Shawn!” You squealed, adjusting your dress to make sure it covered you, but his eyes were still closed.

“Please,” He mumbled. “Ten minutes with the prettiest girl, it’s all I want,”

“Alright big guy,” Your voice softened and you blushed. “I’ll stay for a bit,”

            His words made you all fuzzy inside, you didn’t think you were the prettiest girl here tonight yet Shawn was saying it to you. It wasn’t about comparing yourself to others, you just genuinely thought some of them were too beautiful to be even be real.

            It didn’t help that everyone was nice as well, Shawn always knew how to surround himself with the best people, and you were surprised he was still single. You had seen him give it a try, but it never worked out well, and while you weren’t complaining you didn’t understand how someone could be with him without falling head first.

            You had made that mistake a while ago, but he was your friend, your brother’s best friend, he saw Brian as a brother and you were probably family too in his head. It sucked when you let yourself think about it too much, but you were already extremely lucky to be that close to him, to know the real Shawn.

            He was genuine in front of cameras, but he was more reserved, and he had to be the same when he met new people because he never knew when he’d be able to trust them. You knew him before he even started taking singing seriously, and he wasn’t shy or closed off around you.

            You let him close his eyes, and his breathing slowed down until you were almost sure he was sleeping.

“Shawn, you need to move,” You whispered, and his arm around your waist tightened.

“Please just hold me,” He rolled over and pinned you underneath him with his face buried in your neck.

“Wow, hey,” You rubbed his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He hugged everyone all the time, but he was being particularly affectionate and it made you worry that he wasn’t going as well as you thought the past few days. “Shawn?”

“Just tired,” He whispered, but you recognized the edge in his voice.

“Shawn? Sit up with me?” You pushed his shoulder gently, and he let his head fall back against the wall when he finally sat on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry,”

“S’okay, I’m here for you,”

“Shouldn’t have taken those shots,” He ran a hand over his face, and you worried he’d start feeling sick soon.

“Don’t move, I’ll be back in just a second.” You raced to the kitchen, filling a glass with water before opening his fridge.

            You were glad to find a box filled with leftover pasta, and you microwaved it in the middle of people before grabbing a fork and bringing everything back to his room.

            You saw him wipe a tear from his cheek when you walked in, and you set everything on the nightstand while he gave you what he hoped would be a convincing smile.

“Hey, got you some water,” You set everything on the nightstand and he took a few sips from the glass. “I figured eating something might help, with the alcohol at least,” You let him understand that you had noticed he didn’t just drink too much.

“Thanks,” He whispered, his voice too unsteady to properly speak.

“Hey, come here,” You opened your arms and he leaned into you for a hug. “Shh, it’ll be okay.” You rubbed his back while he cried against you.

            You didn’t move until he pulled away, and you knew there was no chance he could go back to the party.

“How about you change into something comfy you can actually sleep in?” You rubbed his shoulder.

“I need to go back to everyone,”

“No chance,” You shook your head. “I’ll say you got a bit too drunk and fell asleep, come on,”

            He ended up agreeing to get to bed, and you left him for a while so that you could tell Brian he wouldn’t be back.

“Where’s Shawn,” Brian asked you when he saw you walk out of his room again.

“Not feeling great,” You didn’t expand because if Shawn wanted to talk about his feelings he should do it himself.

“Oh shit, need some help?”

“It’s okay, I think he’s about to fall asleep, can you let the others know?”

“Sure,” He nodded, not worried if you weren’t.

            You were the med student after all, if anyone got alcohol poisoning you would know when to call an ambulance for it.

            You filled his glass back up with water before sitting back on the edge of the bed and brushing his curls back.

“Hey, there’s more water here, okay?”

“Thank you,”

“Do you need anything else?”

“Will you please stay?” He prompted himself up a bit, and you could only nod when he looked at you with red eyes. “I hate staying here alone,”

“Sure, can I steal some clothes to sleep in?”

“Pick whatever you want,” He let his head fall back on the pillow with his eyes closed while you quickly looked through his closet for one of his t-shirts.

            It wouldn’t be the first time you slept next to each other, but it was usually under different circumstances. You had fallen asleep in the same bed at sleepovers and parties when other people were around, but you had never stayed in his bed with him.

            You pulled one of his shirts over your head instead of your dress, and you took the spot on the other side of his bed.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” He sighed.

“Okay, I’m here for you when you need it, you know that right?”

“Mmh,” He hummed in agreement. “Thank you,”

.

“What the fuck?” Brian roared when he walked into Shawn’s room in the morning.

            He fell asleep on the couch at some point during the night, and he wasn’t expecting to find you in Shawn’s shirt with him shirtless spooning you.

“Fuck off,” You groaned, burying your head back into your pillow while Shawn nuzzled his face in your neck to hide from the light coming from where Brian was standing.

“What the fuck?” Brian repeated, and you opened your eyes slowly to realize where you were.

“Fuck off,” You gave him the same response. “We’ll be up in a minute,” You saw him notice your clothes in a bundle on the side of the bed.

            He muttered something under his breath as he left, and you turned in Shawn’s arms.

“Hello,” He yawned, letting go of you to stretch.

“Feeling better?”

“A lot, thanks,”

“Anytime,” You replied before you heard something shatter, followed by Brian cursing loudly.

“Someone’s not happy,” Shawn chuckled, running his fingers through his hair to force the curls back.

“He’ll get over it,” You eyed your dress, not sure you could be bothered putting it back on.

            Shawn was already in sweatpants next to you, and he pulled a clean shirt over his head.

“Don’t wanna wear the dress?” He laughed while you glared at it. “I’ve got some sweatpants that should be small enough for you.”

“That would be great,” You accepted. “Brian will never let me hear the end of it but there’s no way I’m putting this back on,” You folded the dress next to your shoes while Shawn digged through his clothes for something that would fit you.

            You looked like an absolute mess in his oversized clothes, but it was comfortable and he had seen you in far worse states. You yawned and followed him to the kitchen where Brian was cleaning up broken glass, and you all got to work through the living room to make some space for you to sit and have breakfast.

            Brian broke a second glass in the process, but after a while Shawn’s condo looked decent again and you sat around his table with food and mugs filled with hot coffee. Brian didn’t say anything about this morning, he knew he’d get the story out of you on the way home or from Shawn as soon as he got there.

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“So, wanna tell me what that was?” He sat in the passenger seat.

“It was nothing,” You had decided to drive after seeing how clumsy he was this morning.

“It didn’t look like nothing,”

“He wasn’t feeling great last night,” You gave in, pulling out of your spot carefully. “And not just because he drank, I stayed with him for a while and we ended up falling asleep. I was as surprised as you when I woke up like that.”

“You ended up falling asleep in his clothes,”

“I wasn’t going to sleep in my dress,” You checked your mirrors to change lanes. “And when does Shawn ever wear a shirt?”

“Like, never,” Brian admitted. “But you still can’t tell me that was nothing,”

“What do you want me to say?” You couldn’t wrap your head around it yourself, even Brian didn’t know about your feelings for Shawn, and you couldn’t get your hopes up because he hugged you one night when he was drunk.

“I think Shawn really likes you,” He dropped and you inhaled sharply.

“You think? Or he told you that?” You were met with silence, but you couldn’t blame him for refusing to answer. “Right, you won’t tell me that.”

“I’m just saying, Shawn gives hugs to everyone, but he doesn’t ask a lot of people to spend the night in his bed,”

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

“We both know Shawn gets attached way too easily, I’m just saying that because if you end up staying over again you might want to consider how he’s going to feel.”

“He was just having a bad day, you know how he gets when he’s alone,”

“Yeah, and I know how he is around people too,”

“Right, let’s talk hypothetically and say Shawn likes me.” You changed tactics. “You’re his best friend, I’m a really good friend, I’m still going to see him all the time and I don’t know what to do with that information.” You tried to get advice from him because you really didn’t know what to there.

            You had known Shawn since forever, and you had seen his girlfriends and heard about his one night stands. It was hard to believe that he had feelings for you out of all people.

“Well,” Brian chose his words carefully because he didn’t want to say something he shouldn’t. “If you don’t feel that way too I’d say think about what you do so that he doesn’t give himself hope for something that won’t happen.”

“And if I do,” You asked quietly before clearing your throat. “Hypothetically speaking,”

“Then I guess you know enough to sort it out,” Brian shrugged as you turned onto your street.

            It was hard to be the twin and the best friend at the same time, he didn’t want to tell you too much about Shawn because it wouldn’t be fair, but he also felt like you should know.

“Now, non hypothetically speaking,” He unbuckled his seatbelt and stayed in the car with you. “How do you think you feel about Shawn?”

“You’re joking?”

“What? You’re my sister and he’s my best friend, I want to know what’s going on.”

“Well, since everything we said was so hypothetical I don’t think you need an answer on that,” You left the car and unlocked the front door as he caught up to you.

“Hey, since when do you keep that stuff from me?” He turned the lock when he walked in after you.

“Since we’re talking about your best friend.” You sighed, kicking your shoes off. “You’re in the middle of it and you shouldn’t be, so please just don’t tell Shawn.”

“How long?” He needed to know how long you had been feeling like that, he needed to know how sure of your feelings you were.

“A while,” You grumbled as he walked right behind you.

“Right, and are you going to do something about it at any point?”

“Sure,” You replied sarcastically. “Let me just fuck things up with your best friend right before he goes on tour, I’m sure it will help with the dynamic in the group when I come visit you guys.”

“Hey, there’s no guarantee it would fuck things up.”

“And there’s no guarantee it wouldn’t,”

            You didn’t get much out of him, and what he said about Shawn liking you didn’t sound like they actually talked about it. Shawn was just drunk and in need of affection because he didn’t want to be alone, that’s all it was.

            Exams got close for you while the tour approached rapidly. Shawn rehearsed with his band regularly but he still had some free time, which meant that while you were busy trying to pass this year Brian and Shawn were organizing parties.

            You missed two at Shawn’s place, but when Brian had everyone come over you gave up on your revision and joined everyone downstairs. The party had started a while ago, and you weren’t planning on drinking since you needed your brain to function the next day.

            Shawn and Brian were nowhere to be found, so you had to assume they were in the kitchen and you quietly made your way there.

“Why are you asking?” You heard Brian, and something made you pause to listen a little bit longer.

“Dunno, haven’t seen her in a while, last time she was already working all the time. I’m guessing it’s worse with exams coming up.”

“She won’t let me convince her to join but she needs a break,”

“I can give it a try,”

“And maybe take the opportunity to admit you’re in love with her,” Brian added.

“Don’t start,”

“Dude, you talked to me about it months ago, and you’re still stuck on it but you’re not doing anything,”

“Yeah, because me telling your sister how I feel about her wouldn’t fuck things up at all.”

            You saw someone approach the kitchen and you had to walk in, and as soon as your eyes met Shawn’s you felt like you should just run back to your room. None of you said a word until the girl that entered the kitchen after you left, and Shawn gulped.

“Listen,” Shawn tried, but you took a step back towards the door.

“I’m just… gonna go,” You shook your head and left, vaguely hearing Shawn curse under his breath.

“Fuck me,” He followed after you because he knew that if he didn’t talk to you now he’d never find the balls to do it.

            Brian stopped himself from joking about the fact that maybe you would indeed fuck him, and he watched it unfold. He knew about your feelings, and he knew about Shawn’s although he could never properly tell any of you that you should go for it and tell you why.

            You jogged up the stairs and closed the door to your room without noticing Shawn a few steps behind you. You sat on your bed with your back against the headboard, knees dragged up to your chest as you thought about what the hell just happened.

            A knock came on your door, and you assumed it was just Brian. When Shawn walked in, his expression hard to read, you mentally smacked yourself for not checking who was behind the door.

“Please let me explain?” He tried, hoping you wouldn’t run away this time.

“Yeah,” You nodded with a small smile, letting him sit cross legged in front of you.

“I don’t even know where to start,” He fidgeted with his ring. “And I don’t even know how much of that you heard,”

“A good chunk of it,” You admitted, and he nodded.

“Right, then I guess it’s kind of obvious.” He looked at his hand for a second before his eyes met yours. “And I really don’t want to make things weird between us, but it’s only fair that you know how I feel about you. I don’t really know how I figured it out, but I just like being around you a lot, and I want to keep on doing that even if you don’t want anything to change between us.”

“Things are going to change,”

“Yeah, no, of course,” He cleared his throat. “I get it if you can’t just ignore it, I just thought-”

“Shawn,” You cut him by putting you hand on his to stop them from moving. “That’s not what I was going to say,”

“What-”

“Let me explain?”

“Yeah, okay,” He silenced himself, waiting for the soft rejection.

“When you asked me to stay over the other night I know you were drunk, but I’ve seen you drunk before, and it usually just makes you say what you think.”

“Yeah…”

“You didn’t say anything though, you asked me to stay because you didn’t want to be alone, not because you wanted me to stay, so I tried not to read into it. Then… then we woke up and Brian brought it up, saying that maybe you did like me, and that if I was going to stay over again I should take into account how you would feel about it too,”

“Is that why you’ve skipped every invitation?”

“No,” You shook your head. “I genuinely have too much work. My point is, Brian didn’t really say anything, so I didn’t actually know how you felt. Then he asked me how I felt towards you and I couldn’t give him an answer, because if I say I don’t like you then it feels like a lie, but if I admit out loud that I do I’m potentially fucking years of friendship up.”

“I thought I was fucking things up, and now I’m just confused?”

“You’re not fucking things up, I want this too,”

“You- you do?”

“Yeah, I just never thought you would. I mean I’ve seen you with other girls,” You explained your reasoning and he winced.

“Yeah, okay, that’s another story. I just couldn’t even process the fact that I had feelings for you,”

“You can do what you want, it’s not about that, but it just made me think you wouldn’t be interested in me, you know? Not in that way,”

“No, of course, it makes sense.” He agrees. “I thought you wouldn’t have feelings for me and I haven’t even heard about you with any guy. I just… I took a while to admit to myself that you’re what I want, and even longer for me to tell Brian. If you hadn’t overheard this I’m not sure I would have brought it up any time soon.”

“So Brian knew the whole time, uh?” You shook your head with a smile.

“I think Brian knows a lot more than he lets on, we’re gonna have to team up,”

“Mmh, I think I could agree to that,”

“Yeah? You and me?” Shawn linked his hand with yours. “You think we could make it work?”

“I’d like to think so,” You smiled and his smile grew.

“Does that mean I get to kiss you?”

“Anytime you want,” You agreed, and he leaned in without hesitation to press his lips to yours.

“Wow, okay,” He giggled, pulling away with a stupid smile on his face. “And I get to do that anytime I want?”

“Yeah,” You couldn’t erase your grin.

“Any chance I could also call you my girl?”

“I’d love that,” You replied, and he tackled you down on the bed gently. “Shawn!” You squealed falling with him while he laughed.

“Just cuddle with me, this doesn’t feel real yet,” He pulled you against him and you obliged, resting your head on his chest.

“What about the party?”

“Who cares, I came here to see you.”

“You did?” You promptED your head up on your forearm to look at him.

“You weren’t coming to my place, I figured I’d get to see you by coming here.”

“Exams are about to kill me,” You admitted, and his knuckles ran over your cheek.

“You’re working too hard, it’ll be fine,”

“Says you,” You chuckled. “Your entire life is work,”

“Well, I guess it hard to separate both,” He shrugged. “No one else can do it for me, so it’s harder to take breaks. It sucks sometimes, but there’s nothing else I’d rather be doing.”

“The past few weeks have been insane,” You admitted. “With the single and all of the promo behind it it’s been a lot.”

“I’m so glad I’m home for a bit, but it’s so thrilling when I get to release songs and see people react to them.”

“I think people aren’t reacting to the song right now,” You giggled, referring to the reactions to his Calvin Klein campaign.

“Yeah, there’s also that,” He grinned. “What did you think?”

            You were surprised by the question although you should have expected it, and you didn’t know how to answer because your thoughts were not something you were ready to say out loud.

“I think the real version of you is nicer than the pictures,”

“Mmh, I guess you’re lucky to have me then, right?”

“Very,” You kissed his cheek, and he lifted his head to press a quick kiss to your lips.

            You kept on talking for a while, and you felt like a weight was taken off your chest now that Shawn knew how you felt about him. You had been close as friends, and it was something important to you that you had to keep from him and your brother, so having it out in the open was a relief.

“What d’you think Brian is going to say?” Shawn played with your hair as he spoke, not ever wanting to move away from you.

“I guess we’re going to find out soon, but he knew before we did, so he probably won’t be that surprised.”

“Imagine his face if we hadn’t worked it out,” Shawn chuckled, and the idea made you laugh.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already listening at the door.”

“We’ll deal with it tomorrow, can I stay over?” He asked, not ready to go home and sleep without you when you were finally with him.

“Of course,” You let him get rid of his jeans and shirt while you quickly changed into your pajamas.

            He welcomed you back in his arms with a smile and nuzzled his face in your shoulder to plant a few kisses there. He lightly bit at your skin and you pulled away with a squeal.

“What was that?” You laughed, poking his cheek with your finger.

“Sorry,” He captured your lips in his. “Just can’t get enough of you.”

“Keep kissing me then,” You mumbled against him, and he quickly stopped you from saying anything else by keeping your lips busy with his for the rest of the night.

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[5-seconds-of-bucky]

A Little Too Much

A/N: Hey lovely people! I know I said there would be a part 2 too Back At It Again but I read a short blurb about sick Y/N and I was inspired. Also, the ending was kinda crappy but I wasn't really sure how to end it so . . .

Also, I’m submitting this in @fourtristattoos writing festival! It’s not part of the theme but I thought I’d submit it anyways. 

Word Count: 1k+

Summary: You get sick while on tour with Shawn because you’ve been stressing yourself out with trying to take care of the kids.

Warnings: Swearing

“Daddy look at my new car!” Your son, Jack, yells as he runs through the hotel room door. He sat down on the floor and took his light-up sneakers without putting down his new red toy.

“Wow bub. That’s really nice. Did mommy get it for you?” Shawn smiled from his place on the bed, helping Jack get up on it when he came near.

“Yea. She got Lilly one too, but it’s yellow.”

“That’s awesome bub. Did you thank her?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

That’s when you walked into the room with a very upset looking one year old on your hip. Shawn took notice of how tired you looked, as well as how pale your face was getting.

“Hey babe.” You mumble tiredly, shuffling over to the bed and giving him a quick kiss.

“Hey. What wrong with Lilly?” He asked with concern in his voice. Both of his girls looked absolutely exhausted and he couldn’t help but start to worry.

“I think she’s just tired. She had a meltdown in the car and just stopped crying a few minutes ago. I’m going to put her to bed.” Shawn saw how your eyes were almost closing with every word.

“You feelin’ okay Y/N? You’re looking pretty pale.” You didn’t want to tell him that you had been feeling dizzy all day. He had enough on his plate as it was. A sick wife and two riled up kids wouldn’t help.

“Yeah, just tired.” Shawn saw right through your lie but chose not to say anything.

You changed Lilliana into her pajamas and brushed her teeth while Shawn talked to Jack. After you were done Shawn got Jack ready while you put Lilly in her crib.

He came out of the bathroom and was met with the sight of you on the bed with your eyes closed. He laid Jack down on his bed and kissed him goodnight and then walked over to you. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead and knew you were sick when he felt how hot it was. He wanted to let you keep sleeping but needed you to take some ibuprofen to reduce your fever.

“Y/N, Y/N babe. Wake up.” He whispered, shaking your shoulder lightly.

“Not asleep. Just resting my eyes.” You mutter, sitting up to get ready for bed, even though it was only 8:15.

“No, no. You can go to bed. You just need to take some ibuprofen to lower your temperature.” His voice was soft and caring and while you appreciated the sympathy, you didn't want it.

“Okay. I’m gonna go brush my teeth first.” You stumble out of bed and ignore his worried stare. Moving towards the bathroom to brush your teeth your try not to fall down due to how light-headed you were feeling. You start to feel really dizzy after brushing your teeth, grabbing onto the sink for support as the room began to spin.

Shawn was scrolling through Instagram when he heard a loud thud from the bathroom. His worries about you only intensified when he saw you lying unconscious on the ground.

“Fuck.” He whispers under his breath, hoping the kids weren’t able to hear his language. “Y/N, Y/N!”

Jack woke up from the slight commotion coming from the bathroom and walked over to see why his father had such urgency in his voice.

“Daddy? Why is mommy on the floor?” He asks, squinting his eyes at the bright light that contrasted with the darkness of the rest of the hotel room.

“She’s just tried buddy,” Shawn lies, pushing his son away from you and towards his bed. “I think Mr. Brian is going to come get you so you can spend the night with him.”

“Why?”

“You can go back to sleep if you want but you need to stay right here. Okay?” Shawn ignores his son's question, not wanting the three year old to worry.

“Yes daddy.”

Shawn takes out his phone to call Brian as he goes back to trying to wake you. It felt like the phone rang forever before it was picked up.

“Hey Brian,” Shawn starts, not allowing Brian to say anything before he started talking. “So Y/N’s sick and she just passed out and do you mind taking the kids for the night?” His words came out in a jumbled mess and he prayed that he wouldn’t have to repeat them.

“Yeah, umm . . . I’ll be over in a minute.” Brian replies. “Does she need medical attention?”

“No?”

“Why is that a question?”

“She’s been out for a few minutes but I think it’s just a combination of stress and low blood-sugar.

“Alright. Call someone if she’s not up in the next few minutes.”

“I will.” Shawn hung up just as you started to wake up. “Hey ‘Mrs. I’m just tired’. Welcome back.”

“Shit. Did I pass out?”

“Yes. You scared the - “ He was interrupted by a knock on the door, signifying Brian’s arrival. “I’ll be back in a moment. Don’t move.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Hey man. Thank you so much. I just don’t want the kids seeing her like this.” Shawn’s voice was hushed as he spoke to his friend

“No problem. Are they already asleep?”

“Jack’s not but Lilly is.”

“Alright. How’s Y/N?”

“She woke up right before you came. She’s not lookin’ too great though.” He ran a hand through his hair due to the stressful situation. “Here, I’ll get the kids for you.” In two minutes he had handed off a sleeping Lilly and a tired Jack off to Brian and was back to helping you.

“What is Brian doing with the kids?” The once cool tile beneath you was beginning to warm up, which was not helping how sweaty you were.

“He’s going to take them for the night so I can take care of you and we don’t have to worry about them.” He stroked your hair and tucked a fallen strand behind your ear. “Don’t give me that look. You just passed out, you have a fever, and you need to rest without a three year old jumping on you.”

You started to close your eyes, exhaustion from taking care of the kids and sickness taking over.

“You want to go to bed now? It’s probably more comfortable than the ground.” Concern was etched in his voice and he noticed how beads of sweat were forming near your forehead.

“The ground is cold though.” You whine, flipping around to face your husband and find another cool spot on the floor.

“I know, baby. We can turn the air-conditioning up if you like but we need to get you in a bed.”

“Can I stay here for a moment?”

“Of course.”

Part 2

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Starry Hearts

Description: The one where Shawn’s a dad and crying at 3 AM. 

He's not sure if it's his undiagnosed insomnia that keeps him awake, or the fact that he's been a musician for far too long.

Truth is that flying from country to country where different time zones plague the area gets tiring, and hotel room are always so white.

The sun shines through the blinds and it makes everything so blinding. Most of the time, he can't seem to sleep very well because slivers of light peek their way through the closed curtains. More than often, it keeps him wide awake.

But he’s never a dick; no matter how cranky he feels and he often has to premeditate his actions and choose his words wisely.

If anyone was asked to sum up Shawn Mendes, unkind remarks and diva like actions were never brought up. Besides, he's never really liked pesky paparazzi and nosy reporters up his ass they way that they wanted to be.

But Shawn isn't in a hotel room and he isn't not tired, but he can't sleep. And he thinks maybe it's the fact he's an undiagnosed insomniac or quite possibly the idea that his little girl, his sweet little Gabriella, was down the hall.

Shawn never wants to close his eyes for too long when he’s home because he never wants to miss it. He never wants to miss his baby's first words or her first tooth or even her first little cold that he knows will be hell, but he'll never mind it.

He'll do anything for her. He’ll move heaven and hell into the same realm, run through fire, and even end his career if it meant he could spend time with her.

Although little Gabriella Elise Mendes was here for only 7 months, she had her daddy wrapped around her finger. He can't see himself not having her around and it's crazy, he thinks, how you could love someone who isn't even aware of it.

She's ruined his social life and Shawn doesn't mind in the slightest. He hasn't had more than half a beer in the seven months her eyes had been open and he never comes home later than 7:00 so he's sure he can sing her to sleep and yeah, it's boring, and yeah it's tiring, but Shawn’s never required lots of sleep or entertainment so he's satisfied.

Niall's invited him over for drinks and Brian has offered to pay for all the shots he can down, but Shawn never takes the offers. He feels guilty making his friends pay for him; especially if he knows he’ll end up going home early anyway.

Most of the time he puts on a Blues’ Clues episode (it was his favorite when he was tiny) and sits on the couch in his family room with his little girl on his knee. She often babbles away and sometimes Shawn thinks he puts on the show for himself rather than Gabriella, who can't quite comprehend what's happening yet.

A lot of the time he winds up going to bed shortly after she does, but he never sleeps. It's always been hard for him to get a good night's rest and apparently he's passed that trait of himself down to his little love.

Gabriella doesn't cry a lot and unknowingly to her father, she's awake for most of the night as well. His mother swears he and his daughter are alike in so many ways that it's scary.

She came out with starry eyes and singer's lungs as well as a knack for attention like her father. She was a spoiled princess from the minute she left the hospital, and that hasn't changed at all.

So his damn insomnia and father's intuition drives him up the wall until he gets out of bed and tries to walk as quietly as he can around his house. He swears he hates himself for getting all hardwood floors because they're insanely cold during the fall and winter months. He can’t even bother to wrap his thoughts around the fact that they’re stupidly dangerous.

Maybe he's just clumsy, but Shawn’s almost fallen down his own damn stairs and broken his neck at least ten times in the past two months, so he can only imagine the nightmare it'll be when little Gabriella starts to walk.

He finds himself on his couch with the lights off and the stiff suede that encases his body makes him itch. He wonders who the hell let him buy that uncomfortable couch, but then he realizes he used to do everything for style and now at twenty nine, he quite frankly, doesn't give a fuck anymore.

For the first time in years he went out in some sweats and Adidas and God, did he think it felt good.

Shawn hears soft babbles a short distance from where he is seated and as he gets up, he makes a mental note to put new furniture on his ever growing shopping list. His bare feet make a soft slapping noise against the hard floors and he peeks his head into his little girl's room.

The glow in the dark stars that decorate her ceiling were Teddy’s idea and the lavender walls were voted on by a three to one ratio with Shawn being the latter who wanted pink for his baby girl.

"It's my fucking house," he had said months prior to her arrival, but no one seemed to care.

"Well don't ask us to help decorate if you don't want suggestions, dumb fuck,” either Brian or Geoff had said, but he doesn't quite remember.

Everything had to be perfect for his little Gabriella or Ella, as close friends and family knew her as.

Her daddy opens the door and walks in quietly not to disturb her even though she was wide awake. She's starting to stand up by herself now, and Shawn is briefly shocked when he looks down at the white crib to see her tilting her head and looking at him with wide eyes.

He holds his arms out and she reaches up. His body is exhausted and he feels his muscles and bones aching but his mind is pacing ten thousand miles a second. He doesn't really know where to take her because he doesn't want to be too noisy in case she's grumpy and he just wants the calm of the night to wash over him.

He figures he spends a God awful amount of time in his living room because that's the only place he can think of where there would be an equal balance of quiet and awakeness. Ella sits on her daddy's lap and she coos at him as if she is talking.

Shawn just eats it up.

Sure, he's a godfather to three other children but something about his own child makes the blood in his body warm again. He's been a cold, calloused pop star for so long that he's forgotten what it's like to love someone with your whole heart.

Sure, he loves a lot of people and yeah, he loves a lot of things, but they'll never compare to his child.

He giggles as she grasps his hand and grabs at his middle finger. Her bright eyes investigate the tattoos that litter her father's hand. Shawn thinks her favorite, by far, is the thin figure eight inside his finger that he had gotten during a drunken brainstorm as a dumb nineteen year old. She loves tracing it with her little fingers and to him, it’s in a horrible spot and looks pretty stupid now, but as long as it makes Ella happy, it can stay.

She pushes up on her father’s torso and tilts her head to the side to get a better look at the defined muscle. Ella leans forward so her little eyes can see, but leans too far to where her tongue makes contact with the skin of of her dad’s abdomen.

She laughs like it was the funniest thing on Earth and she does it again and again, making Shawn laugh out loud in the process.

"You're so silly, Angel. You're my little angel baby, huh?" he asks more to himself than to her.

He enjoys these moments because she can’t talk back but looks at him with eyes that say she understands. He knows that soon she’ll be two and talking back. He’s not ready for her to turn five and question every word that leaves his mouth and he’s especially unprepared for her to turn fifteen, and think everything he says is bullshit.  

He's desperate to be a good dad, but there's something so scary about a child being your own. He's watched Zubin’s kids and Teddy’s daughter loads of times before and even stayed overnight with them for a weeks once or twice.

When his god daughter, Laïa, started having an allergic reaction to peanuts at Christmas a few years back, she was handed off to her parents who had rushed her to the hospital. When Brian brought his son over on Halloween when he was first born, Shawn held him and when the little bugger started getting fussy, he was passed back to his dad.

Shawn usually liked having no ties to anything because it was much easier that way and he doesn't know what comes over him, but he starts crying and it's almost like he's drunk.

He's been told he's quite emotional and philosophical when he's drunk, and he hasn't had a lick of alcohol in ages but he feels kinda loopy and it could be the fact that's it's 3 AM and he's running off of four hours of sleep and a cup of raspberry tea from earlier, but he's almost full on sobbing.

"Don't want you to get older. Want you to stay my baby forever, yeah? Soon you'll be off to school and dating boys. Or girls. Daddy doesn't really care, pumpkin. And, Jesus Christ. You better stay away from Emmett. He's just like your Uncle Brian and I know how he used to treat girls back in the day, but that's not the point and I'm - I'm rambling so much right now but I love you,” he wipes his eyes with his hand and adjusts the baby on his lap, “I want you to be my little Ella forever and I know that you're gonna get older and you're gonna hate it when I call you Gabby Ella in front of your friends, but I'm not gonna care. Daddy's not gonna care, angel."

Gabriella’s attention turns from her daddy's hand to his torso and the defined muscles that make ridges on his stomach.

This is her favorite place to rest, and she turns her head to the side to lay on his torso. Her breathing becomes even and she bats her big eyes to rest. So Shawn pulls the blanket over them that he keeps nearby on the couch, and decides to head to sleep too.

He doesn't care if his undiagnosed insomnia continues to keep him awake like this or if jet lag keeps him bouncing off the walls in the wee hours of the morning.

All he cares about is his little baby resting on his stomach, and really, that's all that will matter to him forever and always.

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[better-not-said]

AN: I just want to thank @fourtristattoos for doing this whole arts festival and for reblogging anything I put out toward it.  I just have this one left and maybe the AU but it’s nowhere near finished.  We’re in the midst of playoff hockey and my team is still in, so it is consuming my life.  If I do post the AU, that’s a hint at it. This, however, is from another WIP, but unlike the last one, this one will probably never see the light of day.  If it does, it’ll be a long time before it comes.  But enjoy this!

"I need you." Her breath is warm against Shawn’s ear and he has to collect himself before peeling his gaze from everyone on the dance floor.

“Hm?”

"I have to pee."

Shawn groans and his best friend holds back a giggle. “Where’s Aaliyah?  Can’t she help you?”

“I can’t find her.  Please, Shawn.” He can’t resist those eyes of hers.  Shawn finds himself standing up, shaking his head.

He follows his childhood friend into the large house and to the nearest bathroom.  They slip inside and he waits while she gathers her lengthy dress in her arms.

“Did you see what my Auntie Ruth is wearing?” she hums as Shawn’s hands replace hers in holding the silky fabric up so it doesn’t fall in the toilet.

"Honestly, what was she thinking?" Shawn bites back a laugh against his shoulder as he bends slightly, looking away so his best friend can sit down and pee without his wandering eyes.

"But did you see Livvy?" she coos. "She looks so cute."

"Best dressed, I think," Shawn agrees, listening to her laugh, his hands clutching the silk a little tighter.

Once she’s done and her dress and underwear are back in place, she moves to one of the two sinks in the massive, gorgeous bathroom and begins to wash her hands while Shawn unzips his trousers so he can pee as well.

"Are you having a good time?" he asks his best friend casually.  This is normal for the two of them, after all.

"Yeah," she hums with a smile, drying her hands on a towel and keeping her eyes away from the tall brunette. "I definitely need another drink, though."

Shawn laughs. "Me too."

He washes his hands and slips out of the bathroom before giving her the all clear, although everyone at the wedding tonight knows how close the two of them are and that there is nothing more.  She follows him out the back door and down to the patio, rejoining the reception.

"I'll go grab drinks," Shawn says while she takes a seat.

They’re at a late-summer wedding for her cousin and his bride.  Half of Shawn’s family is here as well because they're a part of her family, just like her family is part of theirs.

Shawn holds two champagne flutes in one hand, the other hidden behind his back as he slides over to the table with smirk on his face. He sets the champagne down just as their mothers glide off the dance floor, taking their seats at the table.

"What've you got?" Karen glowers at her son who proudly presents a plate, two slices of wedding cake resting upon it.

"For you," Shawn lowers to his seat beside his best friend. "And for me." He sets the plate on the table.

"Ooo, yum.” His best friend leans closer to inspect the cake, reaching for it and grabbing a small piece between her fingers as Shawn does the same.

"Cheers!" They bump their pieces of cake together and but instead of feeding themselves, they feed each other, just like the bride and groom had done.  She pops the piece of cake in Shawn’s mouth as she accepts her piece from him, closing her eyes as she savors the lemon cake and vanilla frosting.  Shawn’s lips catching the tip of her pointer finger brings her back to reality.  She opens her eyes to see her mother taking pictures of the two of them, as usual, and Shawn’s own eyes closed in bliss, his tongue sweeping slowly over his lower lip. With a smile, she grabs another piece of cake, feeding it to herself.

***

Once they're both full of cake and lightly buzzing off the latest round of champagne, Shawn asks his best friend to dance.  She can't say no and now he's holding her tightly, her right hand gripping his and her left hand toying with the neck of his suit jacket.  

"I'm so glad you're here," she tells him in her soft voice.

"I wouldn't have missed it," Shawn assures her. "I love being back home and seeing everybody."

Her eyes are level with his pink lips and she stares at them as he talks, letting his warm breath wash over her features.

"I love seeing you at home," Shawn murmurs against her forehead.

"You see me in Toronto all the time," she points out.

"Yeah but I mean like…home home.  I love being home with you," he says again and she knows what he means. "Reminds me of being a kid...having no worries.  I like seeing you so happy.  You're always so happy here."

"There's no place like home," she quotes and the two of them share a laugh. "I like being home with you, too," his best friend hums, her fingers moving to brush through the short hair at the back of his neck. "Feels like time stops when we're here.  Like nothing else in the world matters."

"Like we picked up right where we left off," Shawn adds and she nods.  He loosens his grip on her waist and lifts their joined hands, spinning her out.  She feels cold in her moment away from him but Shawn twirls her back into his chest and holds her tighter than he had been. Their foreheads rest together and she inhales the air that he exhales, her eyes staring into his amber ones.  Her skin burns where he's holding her back, gripping it tightly as they sway to the music.

She had always thought about what it would be like to kiss her best friend.  They’d kissed as young kids because their parents thought it was cute and their young brains thought that’s what everyone did when they said hello or goodbye or to just show affection.  But around the time the two of them had stopped playing naked in the kiddie pool in the backyard, the kisses stopped.  The cootie phase entered and then the awkward teenage years came along and when the thought of kissing Shawn would cross her mind, she’d brush it off, thinking it’d be weird.  Their parents had joked when they were younger that maybe they’d end up together but once Shawn got his first girlfriend, talks of them ever being anything more than best friends slowed down.

Once Shawn’s career took off, his best friend began to think of him in a different way.  She wondered if things would be different had he stayed in Pickering, got a shitty summer job to save money for college.  Would he be hers, and she his?  She began to think kissing him might not be so bad.  There’s no doubt that he is incredibly attractive but she’d seen him at every stage up to this point.  Would she ever be able to move past that?  What if kissing him ruined everything?  She buries those thoughts every time they come up because there is no way this can get any better but thoughts of Shawn and his lips have begun to consume her lately.  His pink lips had her more and more entranced every time she saw her best friend. Maybe if she just kissed him once, her thoughts would be satiated and she could move on with her life.

Shawn’s closed his eyes.  Those full lips are pressed together lightly, a soft smile gracing them.  Their foreheads are still connected as they sway.  If Shawn has noticed his best friend’s palm grow sweaty, he doesn’t show it. She grips him a little tighter, willing away her thoughts.  Why in the world would she want to change what they have right now, in this moment?

Then it stops.  The song fades and changes to some upbeat pop song.  She and Shawn halt their movements but don't separate.  She closes her eyes, enjoying being held by her best friend but he lifts his forehead from hers after a few mere seconds. Her eyes open to see Shawn looking down and Livvy is there, tugging on his suit pants, begging to dance.  Shawn shoots his best friend a sorry gaze and she assures him with a look that it's fine.  She backs off the dance floor and finds herself smiling as he dances with her tiny cousin.

***

"SLOW HANDS! LIKE SWEAT DRIPPIN’ DOWN OUR DIRTY LAUNDRY!" Shawn’s best friend sings loudly, doing Niall Horan no justice.  He just laughs, supporting her wobbly body into the hotel. "Oh, no, no wait!  I know a better one." Shawn shuffles her over to the hallway that houses the lifts. "I wanna follow where so goes," she croons.

"No," Shawn groans with a smile but she drowns him out.

"I think about her and she knows it.” She dances as they wait for the lift.

"That's very sexy," Shawn smirks, his tipsy speech oozing sarcasm.

"I wanna let her take control, ‘cause every time that she gets close-" He shoves his best friend into the lift.

"Press 4, honey," he says, his hands gripping her waist.  She points a finger towards the buttons, circling the air while searching for the 4. Finally, she finds it and presses it, watching it light up before looking up at Shawn with a smile.

"I should do backing vocals on your next album, yeah?" She wiggles her eyebrows as the doors close and they start moving upwards.

"You're shattered," he shakes his head, still biting back a smile.

"So are you!" His best friend hisses.

"I switched to water once you insisted on a fifth glass of champagne," Shawn tells her.  

"Don't say that word," she winces, her belly doing a tumble.  The elevator dings and she follows her best friend to his room.  She had originally been arranged to stay in the suite with her parents, with her own room on the other side of the sitting room but Shawn had a whole suite to himself so she asked her parents if she could stay with him. They agreed and when she arrived yesterday, she had put her bags in his room.

Shawn holds the door open for her and she makes her way inside, shuffling into the bedroom and tossing her clutch on the bed before sitting down beside it.

She unbuckles her shoes, feeling her feet immediately relax as soon as they're out of the heels.  Shawn comes in, his blazer draped over his arm.  His shirt has had only three buttons done up all evening, his necklace resting in the soft bit of chest hair that he has.  She licks her lips before tearing her eyes away and standing.

"Unbutton me, please," she says.  Shawn's blazer lands on the bed and she feels his fingertips brush her shoulders before slipping down to undo the large number of buttons holding her dress together.  His nimble fingers make quick work and she holds the dress to her chest before it can slip off.  She doesn't have a bra on and she and Shawn may be close but he has yet to see his best friend naked at an age that matters.  The two, of course, shared tons of baths and played naked in the kiddie pool till they were five or six, but beyond that, an unspoken boundary became installed.  She grabs a couple things from her bag and scurries into the bathroom, shedding her dress and using the toilet before pulling on the shorts and t-shirt she grabbed. The shirt is one of Shawn's old ones, some random company's logo that nobody knows of is on the front and there are rips in the neck and the sleeves but it's comfy.  After she washes her hands, she comes out to see Shawn lying on the bed in a pair of black sweatpants, his Calvin’s peeking out from the waistband.  He watches his best friend hang up her dress in its garment bag before climbing onto the bed, standing tall over him.

"I can't wait to get married," she says dreamily, staring out at the grounds of the residence.  She can see the fountain with glowing water and the fairy lights strung around the gardens.

"I got you some water," Shawn holds a water bottle up to her and she takes it before collapsing beside him, legs folding underneath her.

"Don't weddings just make you want to get married?" His best friend sighs.

"Sure," Shawn smiles, watching her.

"What if I never meet anyone?  And then I never get married?" A pout tugs the corners of her lips downward.

"You will," he assures her.

"But what if I don't?  Will you marry me?  Say we're...35 and not married.  Can we marry each other?" she proposes.

"That sounds reasonable," Shawn nods, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "What shall our wedding song be?"

His best friend chews on her lip, thinking for a moment. She knows what she wants to say; a song called Kiss Me, her favorite from an album by an orange-haired British guy by the name of Ed Sheeran that Shawn had shown her long ago, but she decides against it, a wicked grin plastering itself across her face. “Slow Hands-“

Shawn’s loud laugh cuts her off. "By Niall Horan. Of course.  I knew there was a reason I was marrying you," his chuckle fades, remembering her dance moves to his buddy’s song, not only at the elevators but earlier in the evening at the reception, her hands linked with her young cousin’s, twirling her around and swaying to the music.

"We'd have chocolate cake," Shawn’s best friend continues in the dream of her wedding.

"Wait, wait,” he quickly shakes his head, sitting forward. “Chocolate?!  I know you love chocolate everything but we cannot have a chocolate wedding cake," Shawn stops her and her eyebrows knit together.

"The wedding is off."

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Might Just Be My Everything and Beyond

Shawn’s girlfriend leaves town for a bachelorette party. He’s left to his own devices.

A/N: Just fluff. P.S. I’m now taking requests and am happy to start a tag list for anyone interested :)

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     He’s never wanted to be that boyfriend. The hopelessly co-dependent kind that can’t be left to his own devices without his girl around to entertain him. But today? Watching Alex throw sunscreen and sandals into her suitcase? He’s feeling a little like that boyfriend. Their bed is presently covered in a pile of her summer clothes, her pointer finger pressed to her lips as she ponders the fabrics like a complex equation. Feeling that familiar wave of neediness come on, he walks up behind her, wrapping his arms tight around her shoulders to stop her as she throws another pair of shorts into the suitcase.

     “I know you’re going to have blast in Vegas with your girlfriends but you know what else would be super fun?” Shawn rests his chin on the top of her head, trying his best to hide the pouty tone of his voice. “If you stayed home with me instead.” When she initially announced she was planning her best friend’s bachelorette party as a liquor fueled weekend in Las Vegas, he’d thought it was a great idea. Alex had been busting her ass at work over the last few months in addition to putting up with his insane tour schedule for the better part of a year, so a long weekend to blow off steam with her girls was well deserved. It wasn’t until he started listening in on all of her planning that he got a little nervous. The club crawls, the all day pool parties, the front row seats at Magic Mike…and if he’d overheard her conversation with her raunchiest friend, strippers weren’t completely off the table. Regardless, he knew he had nothing to worry about. She was an adult, she had more than earned his trust over their two years together, and it wasn’t like he had any concern she was going to run off on him with a Vegas stripper. More than anything, Shawn selfishly felt like he would be missing out. He wanted to hold her hand in front of the Bellagio fountains, wanted to slather her in sunscreen poolside, wanted to carry her out of the club on his back once she refused to wear her heels. (Because this happened every single time Alex wore heels.)

      “And what benefits are in store for me if I stay home?” She inquired, leaning her head forward to deliver a soft bite to his forearm. Her attention was still mainly focused on her wardrobe choices, but as the queen of multi-tasking, she could manage to entertain his pouting.

     “Well, we could stay in all weekend watching conspiracy theory documentaries. Order your favorite Chinese food…” Dropping his arms from her shoulders, he let his hands settle on her hips, thumbs hooking under the top of her pajama shorts. “Have all the sex.”

     “Mmm…you really know the way to my heart, don’t you?” She places her hands over his, momentarily pushing them teasingly further under the hem of her shorts before pulling them away completely, earning a frustrated groan from him. “Let’s put that plan on hold until next weekend? You know I have to go to Vegas, this is my best friend’s bachelorette we’re talking about. I have to be there to make sure it’s a weekend to remember.”

     Something about that statement makes his brow furrow. “Why don’t I like the sound of that?” Watching as Alex resumes her packing, he flops down on the bed next to her suitcase, giving up on sidetracking her. At least for the time being.

     “Don’t worry, this weekend isn’t about me. I’ll be good. You know that.” Her statement is matter of fact, but as she holds up a pair of bikini bottoms that look more like a thong than swimwear, Shawn doesn’t feel especially at ease.

     “But that whole “no talking to boyfriends” rule? Is that really a thing? You’re really not allowed to talk to me for three days?” This was by far his least favorite part of this Vegas trip. Although those bikini bottoms were giving this rule a run for its money. The concern in his voice is enough to catch her undivided attention, bringing her to stand between his knees where they dangle off the edge of the bed.

     “I know, it sounds dumb but we all made a pact. We’re going to have a true girl’s weekend which means not reporting back to the men at home.” Resting her hands on his thighs, she leans forward to give him a soft consolation kiss. “I’m sure I’ll post plenty to Insta and Snapchat. You’ll have proof that I’m alive.” He won’t challenge her now, but he already knows there’s not a chance in hell she’ll obey this rule. Even with his exhaustive touring, they’d never gone a day in their relationship without speaking to one another. Without at least checking in.

     “What if I came with and just hung out in your hotel room? You wouldn’t even have to tell anyone.” Reaching up to her with grabby hands, he simultaneously locks his legs around hers forcing her to lean all the way forward. With an indignant sigh, she lets herself collapse on top of him, her hair hanging around them like a curtain. “It could be our little secret.” Shawn knows how much she loves an opportunity to sneak around. It could be that she’s simply an exhibitionist, or, more likely, it takes her back to the beginning of their relationship when dodging his fans and the media made their romance something of a team sport.

      “I’m sharing a room with two other girls, I think they’d notice you in my bed.” She momentarily lifts herself up, moving her legs to straddle him more effectively. She may not be giving into his requests, but she’s also not strong enough to deny him attention. No matter how much packing she has yet to do or how early her flight leaves the next morning. “You’ll be fine here on your own. It’s just three days and we’ve spent far longer apart.” Even though he knows she’s right and that he’s being far too dramatic, he still can’t shake the sulking feeling. “You’re just getting a taste of being the one stuck at home.” Her eyebrows raise with her statement, amused by the role reversal. Of course she’s right. He rarely thinks twice about leaving for weeks…months at a time. That’s not to say that it isn’t insanely difficult to be away from her. Obviously if he had his way, she’d travel with him for the entirety of tour. But regardless, it’s a thousand times easier to be away from the one you love when you’re moving at such a fast pace you barely have time to reflect on it. Yes, there were days and nights that the urge to hold her nearly drove him to cancel a show and fly home. Yes, there were days and nights that hearing her muffled voice from across the ocean was enough to rip his heart out. But at the end of the day, there was an entire team of people relying on him to keep his shit together.

     This would be different though, considering there’d be no performance to focus his nervous energy on. Instead, he’d be rambling around the condo on his own, with little else to think about than what she was up to. And not even being able to call her? That would make it infinitely worse. “Fine, leave me here. All alone.” Just because he knows that no amount of pouting is going to convince her to cancel her trip, doesn’t mean he’s not going to give it his best effort. “Have your fun.”

   While she won’t admit it, his plan is almost working. His puppy dog eyes are melting through her and it’s nearly enough for her to fake the flu and call the whole trip off. But considering the bride-to-be has been her best friend since the third grade, there’s really no contest. Shawn will be fine on his own for three days, she knows that. As long as he stays away from the stove. “My mopey boy.” Alex pouts right back at him, leaning in to kiss that look right off of his face. “I’ll be back before you know it.” She punctuates her statement with another kiss, her hands taking their own initiative to roam underneath his shirt. Just as her lips start a trail down his neck, she catches movement out of the corner of her eye. Shawn’s hand has somehow found those bikini bottoms, which he is presently trying to shove under the blankets to hide them away from her. He can deal with her going to Vegas. He can deal with her dancing all night with her friends. He can even deal with her throwing singles at some oiled-up dudes. But he cannot deal with seeing her in that thong of a bikini through his phone screen without any means of taking it off. She catches his wrist in the nick of time, holding it down on the bed as she tries to wrestle the bottoms away from him. Unfortunately, he’s got them in a death grip, his other hand free to tickle her side in the exact spot that makes her unable to function. “Okay, okay, but if you make me forget my swimsuit, I’ll just have to skinny dip.”

              Immediately, he releases the bottoms in defeat, tossing them back towards her suitcase. Fine. If he’s going to be subjected to that evil piece of fabric from a thousand miles away, he’s at least going to make up for the lost opportunity in advance. Without warning, he rolls them over, her back landing on top of a pile of clothes yet to be packed. “You’re the worst, you know that?” Giving her no time to respond with her signature sarcasm, he captures her lips in a hungry kiss. She’ll make it to Vegas, but if he has any say about it? It’ll be on no sleep and smelling of him.

      Day one starts off fairly easy. For starters, Shawn absolutely gets his way and they’ve only been asleep for an hour or two when her alarm goes off at 7:00am. He watches with tired satisfaction as Alex rushes to finish packing, throwing items into her suitcase without consideration. He’s pretty sure that in her haste, his jeans from the night before end up in the mix, but he keeps that to himself. He’s not proud of it, but he takes advantage of her guilt long enough to con her into granting him one last quickie rather than taking a shower. So when she gets out of his car at Toronto Pearson, she’s still flushed and smelling of sex and he feels pretty good about sending her off that way.

      At first, time passes quickly. Mostly because he spends most of the afternoon catching up on sleep. It’s around 5:00pm when the updates start rolling in, beginning with a wholesome group photo that Alex has posted to Instagram. He has a sneaking suspicion that this will be the last photo taken in Vegas where they collectively appear sober and bright eyed. In any case, he’s glad to see a sign of life from her. As the night pushes onward, he’s quickly proven right as he watches several of her friend’s snap stories as they go shot for shot with one another, the sound of their woohoo’ing driving him to turn down the volume on his phone to the lowest setting. Okay, so maybe he’s relieved he didn’t go and hide out in her hotel room. Granted, it’s not like he’s any stranger to the sound of screaming women. Around 11:00pm, he nearly chokes when he comes across a video of Alex taking a shot of tequila with her hands held behind her back, the whole bar cheering her on. At midnight, there’s a photo of her holding back the bride-to-be’s hair with in the backdrop of an opulent marble bathroom. He checks for the last time shortly after 2:00am to see that they made it out to the clubs in one piece, though he takes note that Alex has already taken her heels off. Predictable. With one day under his belt and two to go, he drifts to sleep surprisingly quick considering her fingers aren’t threading through his hair.

     Day 2 becomes a bit harder. Not only is he bored out of his mind, but when there isn’t a single update from Alex or any of her friends by 1:00pm, his stomach starts to churn. He knows these girls, they live for social media and a bachelorette party is prime content. Reminding himself of the time difference, he’s soothed temporarily but it’s not long before he’s refreshing each social media account desperate for updates. Just as he’s about to break the rules and call her, the bride starts posting video after video of the group poolside at a day club. He swipes past all of the photos of obnoxious inflatable pool toys and selfies of the other girls until he finds a video starring Alex. From the cover photo alone, he recognizes the cut off short covered ass belonging to his girlfriend. Honestly, he could pick it out of a lineup with ease. The way there’s just a flash of cheek peeking out from underneath the faded denim, the shorts completely filled out to the point that his breath hitches in his chest. As if he hadn’t kneaded that ass in his palms less than 48 hours before.

      Eagerly, he hits play on the video only to instantly hear the beginning of the Lost in Japan remix. The camera zooms in on Alex as she turns towards her friends, a giant, open mouthed smile plastered on her face. Instantly, she raises her comically large, neon colored drink into the air, hips already swaying suggestively to the song. “That’s my man!!” Her voice is hoarse but full of pride and excitement, and he swears his heart almost can’t take it. Without shame, he replays the video over and over, maybe a dozen times. There’s a matching smile stuck on his face as he hears her shout “that’s my man!” again and again. Alright, so maybe Day 2 isn’t so bad either. At least not until he sees the group photo of the girls hanging all over the dancers from the Magic Mike show. Alex, in particular, is sandwiched between two incredibly buff dudes that would put even Shawn’s physique to shame. The way her hand rests on the tanned abs of one of the guys causes a rush of jealousy to burn upwards through his chest, but all he has to do is rewatch the pool video for the twentieth time and the feeling fades away. “That’s my man!” Do people still use personalized ringtones? Because he’s pretty sure he’d like to hear that sound bite all day, every day. Some would call it odd to be this infatuated with someone this far into a relationship, but every glimpse of her gives him butterflies.

      By Day 3, he swears he’s about to lose his mind. The minutes seem to crawl by and nothing helps pass the time any faster. In typical Shawn fashion, he spends a while juggling. He does an Instagram Live for 20 minutes. He tries to figure out how to make this chicken thing Alex always cooks, but he burns it and turns to cereal instead. He screws around on the guitar for awhile but inspiration never strikes. Finally, he calls in the reserves and invites his buddies over for a boy’s night. He also swears to himself that he’s not going to check in on Alex…because he knows if he does, he’ll end up calling her. Since he has a feeling that she’s expecting him to fail at the three day communication embargo, he’s doing his best to power through this final day without proving her right. Inviting his friends over turns out to be the right call, as his mind finally leaves Vegas and joins the world of X-Box and craft beer. It isn’t until he hears Brian snickering from the corner of the room that Alex is brought back to his thoughts.

     “Dude, Alex’s friend Chelsea is live on Insta right now…I think you might want to see this…” He passes his phone to Shawn, the rest of their friends leaning in to see what all the fuss is about. Sure enough, there’s Alex, on a karaoke stage with the bride-to-be, microphone held sideways in her hand. She’s…rapping? Not just to any song, but the incredibly raunchy Ludacris song “What’s Your Fantasy?”. “She’s getting every. Single. Word. Right.” Brian can barely catch his breath he’s laughing so hard, and Shawn isn’t sure whether he wants to laugh along or rub his temples. Alex would. She’s almost more of a ham than he is, always the person in the room cracking jokes the loudest, always willing to make a fool out of herself to get a laugh. Based on what he can see from the video, the crowd is LOVING it and he almost feels a weird sense of pride? For his girlfriend performing a dirty song? It doesn’t make a lot of sense but this is one of those strange, inappropriate moments where the only thought in his head is I’m going to marry this girl.

                The next morning, he wakes up long before his alarm, energy already coursing through his veins. Boyfriend energy. There’s a notification on his phone, only a few hours old, for a text from Alex. He grabs his phone so fast he nearly fumbles it, trying to swipe into the text message to see what was finally important enough for her to break her silence. It turns out to be a video, just a few seconds long. Clicking on it, he’s treated to the sight of Alex climbing into her hotel bed, hair piled in a top knot and sheets pulled up to her chin. “I love you. I miss you. One more sleep, baby.” She blows a kiss to the camera at the same moment one of her friends shouts at her to shut up. The video cuts off just as she yells a “make me” back, face twisting from puppy love to bitch, try me. Jesus, where did he find this woman?? Just like the pool video, he plays this one several times before texting her back. No more sleeps. See you soon, honey. Travel safe. Love you. He is whipped. Completely. Shamelessly. Happily. Whipped.

                      When he finally sees her coming down the escalator, he has to fight to stifle a laugh. Half of her face is obscured by a massive pair of sunglasses, the hood of her sweatshirt pulled up over her head and tied around her face. A baggy pair of sweatpants he’s never seen before and a sad pair of flip flops complete her outfit. She moves slowly when she steps off the escalator, a slight limp in her walk as she favors one ankle. She doesn’t notice him at first, but the second she does, her shoulders slump even lower.

              “I am…not okay in this particular moment.” Alex wheezes, voice barely above a whisper and clearly lost from all of the drinking, screaming, and rapping she’d been doing in Sin City. Leaning directly into him, it’s clear that she’s wiped out and wrecked from her three-day bender.

              “What? My girl can’t rally like she used to?” Shawn readily accepts her into his arms, relieved to be able to feel her again. And also, maybe, a little relieved that she made it home in one piece.

              “The problem is that I did rally. For 72 hours. Now I never want to see vodka again. Or tequila. Or champagne.”  She pauses for a beat, head still pressed into his shirt. “Whiskey is still okay though.”

              This time, he allows himself to laugh at her expense but pulls her in tighter all the same. “Well as long as you’re not claiming to swear off all alcohol. That I wouldn’t believe.” She whimpers into his chest, understandably unable to match his energy. “Come on baby, let’s get you home before you drop.”

      By the time he gets her into the apartment, he realizes that she might still be a little bit drunk. Trying in vain to convince her to lay down on the couch, she attaches herself to him once more, arms slung around his neck, doing her best to climb him like a koala. “I missed you. Every second. I should have let you come along.” While he’s touched to hear this admission from her, he really is happy that she got to spend the weekend on her own, letting loose with her friends in her element. There will be plenty of other vacation opportunities for the two of them, a few that he may or may not have started researching when he was climbing the walls on Day 3.

              “I don’t know, it looks like you had a great time. Especially at Magic Mike,” He leans back far enough from her so she can spot his raised eyebrow. “You seemed pretty damn enthusiastic for that, by the way…”

      An incredulous squeak escapes her, face turned up to look at his. “I was only hyping it for the bride! Why would I be horned up for those meatsuits when I come home to this?” Her hands settle on his cheeks, giving his face a soft squeeze. “And this…” Her statement is punctuated by her pelvis grinding into his.

              His hands instantly catch her hips, stilling her before she can go any further. “I’ve had three days of blue balls watching your stories. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

              There’s an actual look of shock on her face, considering she’s not used to being turned down. “Who says I can’t finish?” There’s a determination on her face that makes him second guess himself. But upon giving her a once over, he pauses long enough to think of the most delicate way to let her down.

      “For starters, while you look like the most beautiful train wreck, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you this tired.” He bites his lip, hoping that critique won’t upset her. But she seems to willingly accept it, blowing the loose hair out of her face and rubbing her tired eyes. “You need a shower and a nap. As much as I want to make up for lost time.” There’s a mixture of disappointment and gratitude on her face, which he answers by patting her butt towards the bathroom. “Go shower. I’ll nap with you after.”

              As she showers, he gets busy making her a cup of tea with a copious amount of honey to sooth her throat. Being the king of using YouTube to teach himself new skills, he watches a few videos about wrapping sprained ankles until he feels confident. By the time she’s finished, he’s ready and waiting to fix her up. She complies with his orders, relaxing into their headboard, cup of tea balanced on her chest while his hands gently affix the wrap around her injured ankle. Fingers ghosting over her skin once he’s satisfied with his work, he grabs a pillow to rest underneath her foot. “I’m glad you had fun. But. I’m calling it now, no Vegas for your bachelorette party.” He chuckles, crawling up the bed to join her. “I hear Calgary is a great bachelorette destination. Maybe Winnipeg.”

              Swallowing the last of her tea, she discards the mug on the nightstand and rolls to pull herself into him. “You know, there’s this key thing that needs to happen before it’s my turn for a bachelorette party.” It’s a lighthearted statement which she follows with a soft kiss to prove as such. She’s never been the type to put any pressure on their relationship nor has she ever been preoccupied with any timelines. As evidenced that weekend, Alex was more of a “live for the moment” type of person. That was one of the many things he appreciated about her, considering so much of his life had to be tightly planned. With her, there was never any pressure.

              “Just putting it out there. You might want to give it some thought.” He flashes her a knowing grin, bringing his face to hers for just one more kiss. There isn’t a single doubt in his mind that this is the woman for him. And sooner than later, much sooner, he’s going to make sure the whole world knows it. “Now go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up and you can tell me all about Vegas.” She settles into him once more, head on his chest and ear over his heart. “And we can talk about your karaoke performance…it’s given me…some ideas…” The last sound he hears before her breathing turns deep is an embarrassed laugh and a murmured I love you.

     Yep, he’s definitely going to marry this girl.

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[moonlightdaisies]

Take Me Back

synopsis: in which shawn is missing you

word count: 1278

warnings: angst, slight allusions to drinking/alcohol

a/n: for week four of @fourtristattoos spring writing festival

Shawn had found himself drunk and stumbling into his condo at 3 in the morning. This wasn’t a regular occurrence for him. He had a night out with the boys, which was much needed. Shawn had kept himself cooped up in either his house or in the studio for the past few months, and it was beginning to get very unhealthy for him. His friends had to drag him out, and he was actually quite grateful for it. Shawn didn’t think he would enjoy the night out, but he surprisingly had a good time.

Shawn blindly made his way through the condo in the dark, trying not to bump into anything or make any loud noises. He did not want to hurt himself nor did he want to get a noise complaint from one of his neighbors. After a few minutes, Shawn finally made it to his bedroom, slipping off his shoes before flopping onto his bed, stomach first.

He let out a loud sigh before pulling out his phone. The first thing he did was check text messages, responding to his friends and giggling at pictures they took that night.

Next, he logged onto Instagram where he saw a picture that you posted. It was of you and your friends captioned, “living my best life with the girlies” and you looked absolutely stunning. The two of you had broken up two months ago. Well,i t would be more accurate to say that Shawn broke up with you.

Your teary eyes looked up at him, trying your best to not let the tears fall. He felt so guilty. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He felt ashamed. You were such an amazing and kind person, and you didn’t deserve this.

“I’m sorry y/n,” Shawn grimaced, “I just don’t think we should be together anymore.”

“I don’t understand what you mean,’” you blinked, a few stray tears falling down your face.

“I just think that it would be for the best if we weren’t together anymore.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Did I do something wrong?”

He didn’t know what to tell you. He felt bad for constantly leaving you alone while he went on tour, when he went to go record in LA, and whenever he had to go to special events.

“Uh no, actually,” he looked down, ‘“You’re perfect. I don’t really know what else to say. Goodbye y/n…”

Shawn didn’t wait for a response before he was out the door. Ashamed of himself, he tried to get out of your apartment complex as soon as possible. The quicker he left, the easier the breakup would be. Or so he thought.

Shawn began to look through his camera roll, trying to find pictures of the two of you. He never deleted them because he just couldn’t bring himself to do so. As he flipped through the pictures of the two of you, memories came flooding in. There was one particular picture of you where you were soaked from the rain and sitting in an ice cream shop.

The two of you were walking back from a date, hand in hand when it started to pour down rain. Next thing Shawn knew, he was being dragged into a little ice cream shop by you. The softest giggle came from you, causing Shawn to blush furiously.

“Come on, Shawn,” you urged pulling him to the counter. “Let’s get some ice cream! But l think we should pick out each other’s flavors.” The biggest grin adorned your face.

He let out a quiet laugh, “Okay. I’m picking out rocky road for you.”

You smiled and nodded at him, still holding his hand as you ordered his ice cream flavor. As soon as the ice cream was scooped into their cones and paid for, you dragged Shawn to the little back corner of the shop. He sat across from you as you ate the cold treat, stealing glances and giggling at him. Shawn looked down at the blue ice cream to try and figure out what flavor you picked for him.

“So,” he began, “what flavor did you pick for me?’

“Nuh uh,” you shook your head with vigor, “you have to try it to find out. I am not telling you what flavor I got for you.”

Shawn rolled his eyes as he took brought the cone up to his mouth. He was suddenly hit with the sweet taste of cotton candy. In this moment, cotton candy became his favorite flavor of ice cream. When he glanced up at you, he noticed that you were biting your lip to conceal the big grin on your face. When you noticed he was staring back at you, you quickly turned away. Shawn pulled out his phone to take a picture of you.

He showed you the picture, and your face felt hot, causing you to shy away a little.

“Hey! Don’t do that! You look beautiful!” Shawn interjected.

You glanced back up at him, “So do you mister.”

It was in this moment that Shawn realized he loved you. He loved absolutely everything about you. He loved the way you would get shy all of the sudden when he would compliment you. He loved that your smile could light up even the darkest parts of the ocean. He loved your kindness, and how you were so passionate about the things you do. How could he not love the most beautiful person in the world?

“Hey,” Shawn said in a hushed tone, causing you to raise your brow at him. “I love you y/n.”

Your eyes grew as wide as saucers, but a smile slowly grew on your face. “Really?” You asked excitedly, “Shawn, I love you too!”

His heart ached at the memory. As he looked through the pictures, more memories flooded back, which only seemed to make things worse. He was missing you more and more each second and he could feel his heart practically breaking. He wanted you back.

Impulsive thoughts entered his brain, and suddenly Shawn was calling you. There were only a few rings before you picked up.

“Hello?” A groggy voice came from the other line, indicating that his call had woken you up.

Shawn was suddenly feeling guilty, regretting calling you and waking you up at this time of night. He decided to remain silent. However, he was grateful to hear your voice again.

He heard a little sigh come from you, “Shawn is everything okay? Is there something I can do for you?”

“y/n,” Shawn finally let out a little whimper, not knowing what else to say. He sniffed a little as tears began to form in his eyes.

“Shawn is everything okay?” You repeated your question, patiently waiting for a response from him.

He let the tears fall, “Uh yeah… I just miss you.”

“Are you drunk, Shawn?”

His eyebrows immediately furrowed, “Why would you ask that?”

“Well you broke up with me, not giving me a valid reason why. Now, four months later you call me in the middle of the night, claiming that you miss me. What else am I supposed to think?” You let out rather quickly.

“I just miss you,” Shawn repeated, tears coming out slowly. “Do you think we can talk?”

“Not right now. It’s late, I’m tired, and I would rather we do this in person than over the phone. I’m sorry. Goodnight Shawn.” You huffed, leaving Shawn speechless.

You waited for a response from him. When he didn’t say anything, you hung up.

It was then when Shawn realized he could never be taken back. It was then when he finally realized his big mistake.

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[jawnjendes]

i could use something good | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

AN: this is their First Date and its nearly 4k words and i gave myself emotions so and a bitch is TIREDT so TAKE THIS BLEASE n let me know what u think pls i need it

!!!!also!!!! should i give this bitch a name? should the goth gf be called something other than goth gf??? let me know if u have any name suggestions!

!!!ANOTHER also!!!! i made a playlist!!! its a fuck ton of whiplash! i spent 3 days on it!! enjoy!!

masterlist | series playlist

“If I didn’t know you,” said Stella, who was at my bedroom doorway, “I wouldn’t think you were going on a date with a guy like Shawn Mendes.”

She wasn’t wrong. I was decked out in a long black button up, ripped black jeans, and black Vans. However, I had the decency to keep my makeup colorful. Who doesn’t love bright red eyeshadow, thick wings, and a nude lip? Besides, all black clothing and bright eyeshadow was all I had for the moment. These days, I barely found time for washing my clothes or makeup brushes. My glamorous office job and homework was getting quite demanding. I was surprised I found time to see Shawn on the weekend.

I say that as if I wasn’t putting off psych homework. The last time I did this was for some fuckboy who didn’t care about my grades… or me at all. How did I know it was going to be different this time? Usually, I can tell when someone wants to hook up and leave it at that, but I have spoken to Shawn as many times as I can count on one hand, and I couldn’t detect any of that. Must be a good actor. Maybe he’s done this before.

“Maybe I’ve lost my mind,” I said, more to myself than to Stella.

She heard and responded anyway. “Losing your mind is staying in bed for a whole twenty four hours. You’re getting back into the swing of things, so even if this date goes bad, the interaction is good for you. This is normal for our age.”

Again, she’s not wrong. My antidepressant prescription was finally refilled, so the fog in my head was starting to clear up. It was just way too easy to slip back into isolation. My self destructive tendencies were just being done out of habit at this point.

“When was the last time you went on a date?” Stella asked.

I blew out a sigh and thought about it as I applied lip gloss over my nude lipstick. I was hardly the type to go on an actual date. “Shit, I don’t know. Before college, I think.”

“So you were seventeen?”

“No! I started college late. I was probably eighteen, almost nineteen.”

“That’s still about three years.”

“Well, chances are neither of us are really taking this thing seriously,” I said, putting my lip products into my purse. “He didn’t ask me on a date. He just wanted to hang out.”

Stella clicked her tongue and folded her arms. “So you’re just gonna go get laid?”

“No. I’m past that part of life.”

“So it’s a date.”

“No.”

She was more confused than I was by the time Shawn had texted me. He asked to come up to the dorm, so I gave him the floor and number. According to Stella, I was either definitely getting laid or my man friend was a real gentlemen. I wasn’t sure which one I was more nervous about.

“Should I answer the door?” Stella asked, bouncing on her feet. “So I can tell him that you’re almost ready, and then you can make a dramatic entrance, and he’ll be like ‘you look… wow.’ Y’know the way guys do!” She said all of that very fast.

“And then I say ‘you don’t look too bad yourself,’” I said, amused. “What universe is this?”

We both laughed, but then we were cut off by a knock on the door. Stella looked at my with a grin so wide her dimples came out. I tried to match her enthusiasm.

“I’ll get it,” she said, turning on her heel towards the front door.

“No, I will!” I snapped, suddenly frantic. I pushed past her to answer the door.

“No, you have to make your dramatic entrance!”

“I don’t have to!”

We bickered as we got closer to the door. Mind you, it was five steps from my bedroom. I pretty much slapped Stella’s hand out of the way as she reached for the doorknob, and I knocked her out of the way with my hip. At the last second, she stood behind the door as I opened it.

I smiled wide at Shawn, who had been waiting for thirty seconds too long. He was in a white button up, black skinny jeans, and black boots. Tall and handsome as ever. It’s always the handsome ones that’ll get you. What are the chances I was falling into another fuckboy trap?

He returned the smile, probably acting like he didn’t hear me tackle my roommate. “Hey, you ready?”

I nodded like a lovesick puppy. This was quite unlike me, if you don’t think about the times I was easily swayed by various guys who gave zero fucks. Oh god, am I easy?

Stella was hopping like a bunny from behind the door. I shot her one last glance before stepping out of the dorm and into the hallway.

No one was around to see or feel the awkward air of me walking next to Shawn. It was obvious that we were… into each other? But it was still, for lack of a better phrase, the first date and I was unbelievably aware of that. Just by appearance alone, Shawn and I didn’t look like people who would typically hang out with each other.

Shawn walked with a type of confidence I could only dream to have. People noticed him, people wanted to be friends with him. There was just something about him that draws you in, and it drew in my broody ass.

I walked with my shoulders hunched, my hood up, and my head down. I tried not to be noticed, and I was pretty sure it worked. Strangers in class who tried to talk to me were always caught off guard by my black lipstick and dark eyeliner, like it’s never been done before. I was a little unapproachable, and I didn’t intend for it to be that way.

“So before we go,” Shawn said, “you got any allergies or dietary restrictions I should know about? ‘Cause we’re gonna go eat.”

Okay… doesn’t seem like a hook up situation. I was also surprised he had the decency to ask. The only reason why my face felt hot was because I actually had an answer.

“You ready? ‘Cause it’s a decent sized list,” I told him. Then, I named all the restaurants I couldn’t eat at because I’ve gotten sick from the food. “Also, I can’t have anything spicy, or anything that’s super processed and dripping with grease.”

I didn’t love explaining this to people, but it was necessary. I prefer not being sick, especially on a date. It’s a long story.

“Alright, coffee it is,” Shawn concluded.

We ended up going to the place he and Camila performed at a couple weeks ago. It was much less crowded in broad daylight. Shawn ordered some passion fruit whatever, and I stuck with jasmine tea. I insisted on paying for myself, but nah, I was invited here or whatever.

“Where do you wanna sit?” Shawn asked when we had our drinks.

I wordlessly went for the table at the far corner of the shop. The place was quite small, so we weren’t exactly away from everyone else. From here, I could see the entrance, and the string of customers that would come and go. The bathrooms were also right next to where we sat, so I could make an impromptu escape if needed.

“Away from the sun, eh?” Shawn joked. “As expected.”

If this date was going to consist of goth jokes I swear-

“So how’s your day goin’?” I asked, keeping a smile on my face.

“The usual. I worked, went to class.”

I nodded, playing with my steaming to-go cup. “You said you work at a flower shop, right? What’s that like?”

“Oh, I love it.” Shawn sat up in his seat. “I love the different types of flowers we got. There’s one, a chaenomeles, or a flowering quince - beautiful, one of my favorites.”

The way he talked about being surrounded by pretty plants four times a week was entrancing. He was really into it. He went into detail about arranging flowers down to the vase they went in. He knew his stuff and he loved every bit of it. Damn it, he’s passionate. I like passion in a guy. Damn it.

“So you do the arrangements and you deliver them?” I asked. Listen, I wanted to know more about him and for him to know less about me.

“Pretty much. Although, I’ve been delivering to a lot of funerals lately. That’s probably more your neck of the woods, right?” He smirked.

I scoffed. “Oh yeah, the girl who wears all black must love attending funerals, huh?” I sat back and sipped my tea. “It’s quite the opposite actually, even though I’ll admit, I look like I love death and dying.”

Shawn tilted his head, curious. “Is that not what being a goth is?”

“I wouldn’t know ‘cause I’m not a goth.” A smile almost grew on my face, but I stayed neutral.

Silence fell between us, and I looked down at my cup. I could feel Shawn’s brown eyes on me, and one glance at his face showed me a charming, boyish smile. He knew I knew something, and he was quietly coaxing it out of me.

And it worked.

“Okay, fine!” I said, scooting forward and placing my elbows on the table. “Goths are merely aware of how short and fragile human life is. We-” I cleared my throat, “They acknowledge and accept the fact that we’re all going to mcfreaking die one day.”

Shawn nodded. “Okay, I see. So they’re not afraid of dying?”

“Depends on the person,” I replied. “They’re incredibly aware of the dark side of things - obviously. But they know of the light too. Light and dark, life and death. But anyone can have that mindset, really. So I would say being goth is finding beauty in the dark.”

“So what makes you not one of them?”

I thought for a moment. Yeah, I was fascinated by things that deviated the mainstream. I thought about death more than I’d like to admit. I wore skulls and black lace and dark makeup, but that shouldn’t be a reason to put me in a box. I knew I wasn’t going to stay like this forever. I just never labeled myself as what others labeled me as.

“I forgot where the beauty was,” I finally answered.

That made Shawn smile. He finally got a sliver of what I just might come with. He didn’t say anything either, he just sank into the moment, and it felt like he wanted me to be there with him.

My eyes went around the coffee shop, trying to find a way to change the topic. More people were starting to enter the vicinity. It was getting less chill and more hectic. Then I looked at the table top. We both had our hands around our cups. I found Shawn’s bird tattoo on his hand, something that made him just a little more attractive.

“So what does your tattoo mean?” I asked.

His response had me floored. “Which one? I’ve got five of them.”

Damn it.

“I guess all of them,” I replied, a smile creeping up on my face.

All five of his tattoos were special and deep. Each one gave me more reasons to not ghost him after this was over. Shawn really loved this city. He really loved his family. He loved his mother so much.

“You really love music, huh?” I mused, looking at the beautiful guitar tattoo on his forearm.

“More than anything,” he replied.

“More than flowers?”

“A hundred percent. Playing music is all I want to do for the rest of my life.”

Tell me why that made me genuinely smile. Tell me why that was so goddamn attractive.

I asked him what his favorite songs were to play, and he had a list of sweet love songs I had listened to at a different point in time. He loved writing songs about love, and he revealed he hasn’t been in a proper serious relationship before. Neither had I. Shawn was a year younger than me, so his reasoning was from just that, being young.

Part of me wished that was also my reason.

After talking to Shawn for over an hour, we fell into a silence much less awkward than when we were walking out of my dorm building. I was stuck wondering how a soft, sunshine-y boy like him could find interest in a stone cold storm like me. I wondered, but I didn’t want to tap out just yet.

Once the coffee shop was too crowded, we went out to the street. This part of downtown was still unfamiliar, but I didn’t mind this time. I was talking to a cute boy. A soft boy. This wasn’t a normal occurrence for me.

“What are you thinking about?” Shawn asked me as we strolled down the street.

I was staring at the ground. I really didn’t know what to say. We spent the last hour sharing our thoughts and whatnot, why does he need more? I merely shrugged.

“Alright, well I have another question,” he said. “What made you agree to this date?”

Oh fuck it is date.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But after spending some time with you, I can say… you’re… charming? And, kind?” I chuckled. “I don’t really talk about things like that so explicitly.”

He looked at me for a second. “Okay, well I do. I asked Stella about you after I saw you at my set. All I’ve wanted to do is to get to know you. You’re just really cool, and really mysterious. It’s kinda drawing me in.”

This had to be a trap somehow. Shawn couldn’t possibly have genuine interest in me. He was all softness and joy, and I was all stormy and bitter. This couldn’t be real.

“I… awesome,” I mumbled, trying to hide my giddiness. Yeah, I was in disbelief, but how often is a guy like that so upfront about his feelings? That is, if he wasn’t lying about any of this.

“You haven’t told me enough about you, honey,” he said.

I glanced at him, placing my hands in my sweater pockets. So he noticed my questioning. “Well, you kinda got it figured out. I’m a girl who likes wearing black.”

“That’s it, eh? Come on, don’t be shy.”

Shyness wasn’t what I would have called it.

“What do you wanna know?” I asked sheepishly.

“Hmm… something crazy that’s happened to you.”

Honestly, it’s just as bad as the word, “everything.” But at least I had something to think about. The craziest thing I did was move countries at the age of nineteen, but it was only crazy in the eyes of my relatives, which was a lot of people. Does that count?

“I got my wisdom teeth out when I was seventeen,” I said casually. “That’s about as crazy as I get. When I was hopped up on drugs, I was telling my mom a tale of a chosen hero who on adventures all over the kingdom.”

Shawn chuckled. “Really?”

“Yeah. My mom recorded it, because she got really into it. She thought I was gonna be the next JK Rowling or something. But when I watched it back, I realized I was just talking about the Legend of Zelda series.”

“Insane. You’re insane.”

We walked a lap around the block, talking about nothing, and then we got back to Shawn’s car. I felt a thrill in my bones I couldn’t explain. I was trying to keep a cheesy grin off my face. I had to keep up my composed exterior.

���So have you been having fun?” Shawn asked when we were inside the vehicle.

“Definitely,” I replied simply.

He looked at me with a smile, and then he was pressing buttons on the radio. “Connect your phone. I wanna hear what you’re listening to.”

I quickly opened the Spotify app and changed the song I was last listening to. Why? It was one of Shawn’s songs. It was too soon for him to know that I was growing fond of his music. Instead, I chose a fairly popular Halsey song, and it played on the speakers.

“Oh, nice,” Shawn said, and he was singing along in seconds.

It got less nice as I listened to the lyrics. This song reminded me of a harder time. That’s probably why I didn’t listen to it for so long.

“You know I’m the one who put you up there

I don’t know why”

Cool way to finish a first date.

I stared out the window and stayed quiet, letting this dumb song swallow me whole. Flashbacks hit me before I could try to stop them. Backseat of my car. Weeks of silence. Feelings like you’re underwater. It made my insides go cold.

“You really get into it, eh?” Shawn asked halfway through the song.

The sound of his voice startled me, but I didn’t jump. I blinked a few times, coming back to present day. I’m in another man’s car. We’re in a different time period.

“Yeah,” I said. “A good song can alter my mood so quickly, I wonder if it’s normal.”

“Oh, I know the feeling. But I also think it has to do with the memories associated with the song.”

Once Halsey finished her song, a slow rock tune played. It was far less triggering, and it had a mile long title.

“She’s the Prettiest Girl at the Party and She Can Prove It with a Solid Right Hook,” I read off my phone. “That’s a banger.”

The following conversation about music helped ground me again. I knew Shawn was passionate about it, but music is the real love of his life. He was looking at the road as he drove, but he had a sparkle in his eyes that shone through the dark. Sometimes he was the flower delivery guy and the singer at a wedding. Sometimes he was the guy who played guitar at a house party.

Shawn was that guy.

We listened to several more of my favorite songs, most of which were symphonic metal. Some of them were lyrically dark, the type that compelled people to do that head tilt and ask “are you okay?” in that voice. Shawn just asked if I wanted to rethink not calling myself a goth, to which I played a Little Mix song to put that shit to rest.

“Oh, Woman Like Me?” he said, surprised. “Didn’t see that one coming.”

“There are many sides of me, my dear,” I told him. We were getting closer to campus, which meant the date was almost over. “You’ve only seen one.”

“Hopefully you’ll let me see more.” He pulled into the parking lot and stopped in an empty space in front of the main building. “So what level am I on now?”

I was shocked he remembered that. But if we’re being real here…

“Two.”

He chuckled. “Two, eh?”

“Yup.”

He hummed. He was looking at me again, and now I was looking at him. His eyes were still sparkling in that stupid cute way, and it was getting me weak.

“This might be the first time you’ve made direct eye contact with me,” he said softly.

“It’s because you’re cute and it confuses me,” I admitted, maintaining the eye contact. There, boy, another little sliver of my feelings.

That stupid charming smile appeared on Shawn’s stupid cute face. He quirked his eyebrows once and licked his lips. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his mouth… This is bad.

“Well, you’re beautiful and it doesn’t confuse me at all,” he said, his voice getting low. You know, that voice that tells you something is going to happen. “In fact, it’s made things more clear.”

I felt myself getting even weaker. My heart was pounding, not just in my chest, but in my ears and my legs and the bottom of my feet. My stomach was turning over in a way that I wasn’t used to. My body was gravitating towards Shawn before my brain could process it.

“I really like your eyeshadow,” he said softly, doing the same motion.

“Thanks,” I breathed out.

Our faces were an inch apart. I got an intoxicating whiff of his cologne. I was teetering on the edge of just diving headfirst, but I had to be strong.

“I don’t kiss on the first date.”

We stayed in that position for a second. Shawn was the one to lean back first.

“Okay, that’s okay. I understand,” he said. He wasn’t smiling anymore.

It was easy to tell my rejection got to him. I didn’t want to leave knowing he was disappointed. I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t like him. I had been more aloof than I’d like to admit on this entire date, so maybe he was getting the wrong idea.

“So we should go on another date,” I told him, touching his arm, “and maybe I’ll kiss you then.” I smiled hopefully.

That was what he needed to perk up again. “Yeah, definitely. I’m looking forward to it.”

I nodded. “Okay. Alright. I’ll text you, or something. I’m gonna awkwardly leave now.”

He chuckled. “Alright. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

I had my purse and my phone on me, and I placed my hand on the door handle. But I stayed in that position for a minute. It was long enough to be weird. Was I really going to leave knowing that we really wanted to kiss each other?

“Ah, fuck it,” I said with a shrug, and then I was turning back to Shawn.

I would have hoisted myself over the center console if he didn’t meet me halfway. Shawn leaned in as quickly as I did, and his lips were pressing onto mine. It was much softer than I had anticipated, and I only realized it when Shawn placed a hand on the side of my face, gently cupping my chin.

My hand went around his wrist as we gently broke apart. It was only a split second of breathing time before I pulled him in for another. I softly took his bottom lip into my mouth, resisting the urge to just pounce on him completely.

Shawn moved his hand to the back of my neck, trying to pull me closer. Tongues and teeth began to clash, and it only made me grab onto his clean button up. Would it be a bad idea to spend some time in the backseat? We were practically leaning over the center console, moving back and forth like one was going to top the other.

But again… I had to be strong.

We broke apart, panting. My fingers stroked his cheek, and his hand found its way into my hair. I felt his quick breathing on my upper lip, and it only made me want to kiss him again.

“I have to go,” I told him.

But he leaned in again, kissing me once more. “Alright.”

“Alright,” I repeated breathlessly. Then I kissed him again, only for both of us to laugh softly.

“So what level am I at now?” Shawn asked with a cheeky grin.

I returned the smile. “Two and a half.”

“Oh, really? I’d say I’m at level four.”

“Nope. Two and a half. But it’s like I said, we’ll go on another date and see what happens.”

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[shawnsjustso]

Blessing

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x OC

Length: 1k words

Warnings: none

There was nothing that annoyed Shawn more than boyfriends who could never shut up about their girlfriends. Of course he understood they were only in love, and they were excited about it, but like, good lord, shut up. And no, it did not have to do with the fact that Shawn had never been in love, and no, it did not have to do with the fact that Shawn just a little lonely, and no it did not have to do with the fact that Shawn really wanted a girlfriend.

Not at all.

At least, that’s what Shawn told himself before Charlotte showed up, seemingly out of nowhere.

Shawn met Charlotte while he was taking over a shift for someone who had called in sick to the little bar he worked at. No one wanted to be at that bar less than Shawn had that night, until she walked in.

Charlotte Bonavich sat at the bar, painted red lips in pressed in a thin line as she stared at her phone, furiously typing away. Shawn Mendes recognized the look, he’d seen in plenty of times on plenty of people in here, so he walked over to her, a towel in his hand from drying the glasses. “Well, if you don’t mind me saying this, it looks like you need a drink,” Shawn said, throwing the towel over his shoulder and leaning on the counter in front of her. Her dark eyes lifted from her phone, softening immensely when she met his gaze. She smiled and shut her phone off, turning it face down on the counter.

“You have no idea. Hit me with something strong, I don’t care what,” She sighed, brushing her curled light brown hair behind her ear.

“I think I know just the thing,” He winked. “I’m Shawn.”

“Charlotte,” She grinned.

That had been three months ago, and to say the two of them were still in the honeymoon phase would be an understatement.

“Shawn, what’s taking you so long in there?” Charlotte called as she threw her hair in a quick bun. Shawn laughed from the bathroom, shaking his head at her impatience.

“Charlie, I literally just got out of the shower. I swear, you have the least amount of patience of any one I’ve ever met.”

As Shawn towel dried his hair, he could hear her mumble something along the lines of “Yeah, but you love it,” but Shawn pretended he didn’t hear her, chuckling to himself as he heard her leave the room.

Charlie never ceased to amaze Shawn. She was possibly the most carefree person he’d ever met, and he loved it. He loved the way she would stay the night in his apartment any time he asked her (even sometimes when he didn’t, but he definitely never complained when that happened), the way she would stick her hand out the window as he drove, the way she loved to let her hair loose just to feel it blow in the wind.

As he put on his sweatpants, he suddenly heard a low booming sound coming across his apartment. “What in the hell,” he muttered, throwing his shirt over his head before walking out of the bathroom toward the living room. The sight he was greeted with only made him appreciate her even more.

She was in the middle of his living room, dressed in one of his t-shirts and yoga shorts. But she wasn’t only standing there, no, never when it comes to Charlie. She was dancing, her brown hair beginning to come loose from the bun that rested atop of her head, a wistful look on her face.

“Finally,” She grins, shimmying toward him. “Join me, baby.”

“Oh, Charlie, you know I don’t dance,” Shawn speaks, stepping back. “But, I definitely don’t mind watching you.” Charlie laughs, shaking her head and grabbing his hand. “First of all, pervert. Second of all, nuh-uh, you’re going to dance with me, and you’re going to love every moment of it.” When Shawn stays firmly in his place, she pouts and brings herself closer to him, putting her hand on his face. “Shawnie, c’mon, all of the good throwbacks are on this playlist I made specifically for us.”

“Charlotte, we share a spotify. I know this is the “Songs to Sing in the Shower” playlist.”

“Sssshhhh, don’t worry about it. Dance with me, please?”

And well, how could Shawn say no to that?

A week later, Shawn is sitting on the couch in Brian’s apartment, sipping on cheap beer and talking to Brian and Andrew.

“I swear to God, guys, she’s the best damn thing to ever happen to me,” Shawn gushed, his eyes trained on Charlotte, who was currently throwing her head back in laughter on the balcony. “I love her so much, I honestly think I could-”

“Spend the rest of my life with her, we know Shawn,” Brian said, chuckling. Shawn blushed and mumbled an apology. “Don’t be, dude. It’s nice to finally see you happy. Let me tell you, the last few weeks before you met Charlie, you were kind of a dick.”

Shawn scoffed. “I was not.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “He’s right, Shawn. We could all tell you were sick of being single, and sick of not being in love. It’s good you’ve finally found someone.”

Although Shawn didn’t want to admit it, they were completely correct. Shawn had been getting tired of being lonely, and he knew Charlotte couldn’t have waltzed into his life at a more perfect time.

Later that night, when they’re in his bedroom, sheets wrapped around their bare bodies, he pulls her into his chest and buries his face into her hair.

“Shawn, what are you doing?” She giggles, dragging her nails lightly up his side.

“Just basking in you,” He grinned. “Never wanna stop, either.”

“You are such a softie,” Charlie whispered, looking up at him.

“Only for you, baby girl,” Shawn whispers back, stroking her hair. “Just ‘cause I love you so much.”

Charlotte smiled, kissed Shawn’s chest, and drifted into a deep sleep. Shawn followed soon after, falling asleep to the soft sound of her even breathing, and he dreamed of them living out the rest of their lives together.

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[sourmendes]

Dad!Shawn

“And remember Skylar is still adjusting to harder food-” 

“Stop worrying babe, me and Skylar will have a great time” Shawn assures you for what seems like the 100th time

“Ok the, I’ll be back in 2 hours, I love you both” You reply, turning on your heel and reluctantly walking down the stairs and to your Jeep

As soon as you disappeared Shawn shut the door and slid down

“Daddy?” A small voice calls

“Coming princess” Shawn says, standing up and walking to the pink bedroom to see his little three year old in a puffy princess dress with a crown sitting on her head

“I wanna play tea party” She giggles clapping her hands together

‘Oh heck, how could I say no to that?’ I think to myself

“Ok then!” I grin widely as I place myself on one of the small plastic chairs, sure it was awkward to sit on, but for Skylar and Y/n I’d sit on fire

“Do you want some tea Mr. Snuggles?” Skylar asks, she pretends the bear responded and pours some water into the cup 

“Dada?”

“Yes princess?”

“Do you want some tea?” She asks, holding the teapot out

I nod smiling like a goof, holding the tiny teacup out to her, she pours the water in with no spills. As soon as all the cups were filled she started naming people

“And you daddy are the fairy g-gomother” She says, handing me a star wand

“Thanks Princess” I take the wand and wave it around

~Few hours later~

Skylar and I eventually ended up on the couch in the living room, watching the Little Mermaid

“Guys I’m ho-” As soon as Y/n walked through the door she saw her Husband laying on the couch with their daughter laying on his chest both of them sound asleep “They’re such goofs” You chuckle, placing your bag down and kissing them both on the cheek 

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#FourtristattoosSpring

[t-lostinworlds]

Could request any really good fics / underrated writers I’ve read literally all the “big blogs” from Masterlist to Masterlist and I’m feeling like I’m out of things to read now 🥺

Oh I’m sorry love. I might be the wrong one to ask since I don’t read that much anymore. BUT you can check my “fic rec” tag and you can scroll through and that’s mostly the things I’ve read. And also, @fourtristattoos is doing this amazing spring festival where soooo many underrated fanfic writers are submitting their works. Just check out her tag #fourtristattoosspring and you’ll find everything there. Hope this was some kind of help love! ❤️❤️ I’ll put the tag here too so u can check em out.

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[wondershawns]

Cave In

A/N: So, I really love the best friends to lovers trope, and it happens to be a theme in the spring festival organized by the lovely @fourtristattoos. I had a lot of fun writing this, it’s about 9k so enjoyyyyy.

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“Hello?” I call in as I close the door behind me. No one answers, so I kick my shoes off and hang my jacket before wandering into the kitchen.

“Hi honey, didn’t hear you come in,” Karen smiles at me with a cup of tea in her hand.

“Hi, is Shawn home?” I smile back, putting my key back in my pocket. I felt weird about using it at first, but it’s a normal thing now that I practically live in their house. When Shawn comes home I’m constantly here, and when he’s away I still spend time with his family. It’s different now that he has his own place, but he always spends a few days at his parents’ place to spend time with them.

              He only came back a few days ago, so I know he’ll be here for at least two days before going back to Toronto.

“Should be in his room.” She nods towards the stairs, and I jog my way up.

              I’m not even halfway up that I can already hear the sound of his guitar, he’s constantly playing and singing. He’s finally home on a break, but he doesn’t know how to stop, so the time that was supposed to be his break has become writing time and he spends most of his days at a studio with his team to record some new songs.

              I don’t want to disturb him, but I know he might not stop for hours so I knock on the door before opening it and peeking in. The guitar falls silent, and Shawn looks up at me through his curls, he desperately needs a haircut to keep them in place, but they look adorable.

“Hey,” He smiles, putting the guitar away.

“Hi, can I come in?”

“Of course, I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“Yeah, me neither,” I flop on his bed next to him. “I needed to do something so I thought I’d come and spend some time with you because I’ll regret it if I don’t when you’re away.”

“Come here,” He pulls me into a hug, and we curl up on his bed. His thumb rubs over my back gently and I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling while it lasts because I know we can’t be more than friends.

              We’re already more than that, we’re a lot closer than normal friends would be, but I’m not sure I can handle the long distance. I know he can, he does it with all of his friends and family, so he’s used to it, but he won’t do that to me. We’re both aware of our feelings, but none of us have made a move to act up on them.

              I could travel, if I wanted to. I’m a writer, so it doesn’t require me being home at all times, but I’ve got a routine here that allows me to work properly, and I could never leave Sarah behind.

              She’s the result of a second marriage on my dad’s side with a much younger woman. A lot of people judged them for it, but they were good parents and amazing people. When they died Sarah moved in with me and my mom, she’s only ten and the only reason I haven’t moved out is because I’m taking care of her most of the time.

              My mom’s never been affectionate, and Sarah didn’t know her until she moved in with us, so it was a harsh transition for her. I’m the closest person she has, and I know that even though my mom will make efforts for her she wouldn’t be able to raise her on her own.

              She’ll treat her fine, make sure she has what she needs physically, but she won’t sit down to talk to her for hours, and she won’t cuddle with her until she falls back asleep after she gets nightmares.

“What am I gonna do when you’re back in Europe?” I breathe in his scent, he always smells amazing for some reason, and all I have to remind me of that when he’s away are the couple of shirts he keeps at my place and doesn’t know I wear when he’s not there.

“Write a second novel? Be published and have your book sold all across the country?” He suggests, and I chuckle against him.

“I wish,” I trace patterns on his chest with my finger. We’ve always had a limit to our relationship, but we’ve never been able to do without the cuddles and occasional kisses on the cheek or forehead.

“I’m still here for a while, and I won’t be gone too long this time.” He reminds me, his hand travelling up my back to reach my hair and play with the strands.

“I wish I could go to Europe,” I relax when he runs his fingers through my hair, there’s nothing that calms me faster than him doing that.

“I’ll take you anytime,”

“You know I can’t leave,”

“We can go on a short trip during the holidays,” He shrugs. “Just the two of us for a week or something so that you’re not gone too long, or we can take Sarah around with us for a little longer. When’s the last time she’s been anywhere for holidays?”

“You’re an angel, you know that?” My heart aches at how much I wish we could do that. “But it’s not that easy,”

“It could be,” He moves slightly so that he can look at me.

“Shawn,” I breathe out because I know I can’t take what he desperately wants to say.

“You know we could,” His eyes are pleading. “I can’t stand knowing you want to leave this place, I know Sarah means a lot to you, but you can take breaks,”

“You know Sarah is everything to me right now, I know what it’s like being alone with my mom, and I won’t leave her here when she’s barely used to it.”

“I know, I know,” His voice dies down a bit the second time he says it.

“Wanna watch something?” I clear my throat, moving a bit when I feel us getting closer to dangerous territory.

“Sure,” He leans over me to grab his laptop, and we sit with our back against the headboard.

              The episodes go by without interesting us much, and we spend most of the time talking about nothing and everything rather than focusing on what is playing in front of us.

“You know what I’d love right now? Sushi.” Shawn brings up randomly, and I tilt my head to look at him.

“I need to get home for dinner,” I reply, I don’t want to leave Sarah alone on a Sunday night, I know she hates having to go back to school on Mondays. She has friends by now, but everyone has been in this school since day one, and even after a year she still feels out of place sometimes. “But we can meet tomorrow for lunch if you want, and we’ll get sushi.”

“Or we can go and get Sarah from your house and all grab sushi for dinner?” He offers, and I know she’d love that. She hasn’t done much all week end besides hockey practice, and she loves Shawn almost as much as me.

“Sounds like a plan,” I nod, reaching for my phone and typing up a quick text to my mom to say we’ll pick Sarah up for dinner, and all she replies is to make sure she’s home early enough to get enough sleep before school. It’s nice that she’s lenient enough to let us do what we want, but sometimes it would be good to feel like she cares a bit more.

              Someone knocks on Shawn’s door, and he replies for them to come in. Karen stands in the doorway, smiling at us on the bed, still wrapped in blankets with Shawn’s laptop on our legs.

“Hi, just wondering if you were staying for dinner honey,” She looks at me, and Shawn jumps in.

“We’re going to pick Sarah up and grab sushi in town,” He explains. “But she’s got school tomorrow so we won’t be back too late.”

“Alright, have fun then.” She closes the door behind herself and I look up at Shawn.

“We?” I question, I thought I’d go home with Sarah, I didn’t know he had other plans in mind.

“Oh, um, I thought you’d stay over, but you don’t have to if you have other things to do.”

“I’ll just have to wake up early, I need to drive Sarah to school in the morning because my mom has an early meeting.”

              I end up calling Sarah to say we’ll pick her up in a few minutes, and Shawn and I quickly get ready. I didn’t bring a warm jacket with me when I left during the day because the sun made it warm enough, but with the sun setting and night darkening the sky I know I’ll be too cold.

“Can I steal your jean jacket for tonight?” I ask Shawn, the inside is all fluffy, and it’s warm and comfy. It’s a little bit too big for me, but it still fits, and it makes it even more comfortable.

“I should just give it to you,” He shakes his head with a smile, reaching for it in his closet and handing it to me.

“Yeah but if you do that it won’t be here when I need it,”

“I’m pretty sure you’d never take it off if I let you keep it.” He jokes, grabbing his keys and phone. “Are you ready?”

“Yep,” I slide the jacket on, burying my nose in it as I walk behind Shawn because it smells just like him. I get into the passenger seat of his Jeep, and two songs later we’ve reached my house.

              I know Sarah has been looking out the window to see us because she’s out of the house before I even reach the front door.

“Hey there,” I smile. “That’s a nice shirt you’ve got here, is it new?” I tease because I bought it for her.

“Yes,” She grins. “I was waiting for a nice day to wear it for the first time.”

              She climbs into Shawn’s Jeep, greeting him as she sits down, and I get back into my seat.

“Seatbelt?” I check like I always do when she’s in the car, and Shawn drives off when we’re both safely buckled up.

“What are we getting?” Sarah asks over the music, and Shawn lowers the music so that we can talk.

“Sushi, you good with that?”

“I love sushi,” She replies, and I grin because I’m the one that hooked her up on it. My dad hated sushi, so she never really had it until I introduced her to it.

              Dinner goes by nicely, and I couldn’t be happier that Shawn is back. I always try my best to distract Sarah and do things with her, but I also need to focus on my work, so it’s nice to have help every once in a while.

              My other friends aren’t as comprehensive as Shawn when it comes to her, and I understand that no one wants a ten years old to hang out with us, but I can’t even bring her along occasionally. Instead I make sure she gets to invite her friends over and make a point of driving her to their houses when she needs it.

              When it gets late for her we drive her back home, and I walk her up to the front door.

“Alright, I’ll be there in the morning to drive you to school.” I unlock the door for her.

“Okay,” She kisses my cheek goodnight.

“Don’t forget to brush your teeth.” I remind her when I open the door, and I give her a goodnight kiss before she gets inside.

              I lock the door behind her because I know my mom will forget to do it if I don’t and jog my way back to Shawn’s car.

“Alright, any other plans while we’re out or are we just going home?” Shawn asks before picking a direction, and it takes me a second to answer because my heart flutters when he says home. I know I’m always welcome in his house, but nowhere feels like home unless he’s there, and I didn’t think he’d say something like that so naturally.

“How do you feel about ice cream?”

“I feel like the drive isn’t going to be long enough for me to decide what flavor I’ll get.”

“That’s tough, I never knew life was that hard for you, Mendes.”

“I know, world problems, right?” He glances at me with a grin.

              The thought of him being home to me is still floating in my mind, and those late night drives along with how gorgeous he looks don’t help. I try not to torture myself with the thought of him being mine, but having him next to me and being engulfed in his jacket makes it hard to get him out of my head.

              I know he’s mine, in a way, just like I’m his, but if we’re doomed what good is it? He’s constantly travelling and meeting people, and I don’t doubt that someone will fall for him the way I did. All I can hope for is that he won’t open up to them the way he opens up with me. I know it’s a selfish thought, to wish he won’t find love anywhere else, because he could, but I’m not sure I’d be able to live with that.

              For now I know I don’t have to worry, but every time he leaves I dread that he’ll come back with a girl. I dread being invited to his family dinners like I always am and having to sit with her, watching her with the one person I’d do anything for but I know I can’t have.

“Hey, where did you go?” Shawn’s hand settles on my knee, and I almost jump away, making him glance at me worriedly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I reply shakily. “Sorry, I was just in my head.” I don’t have the heart to make something up.

“Still want ice cream?”

“I’ve been thinking of that chocolate deliciousness since we finished dinner,” I try to lighten the mood, and Shawn parks in front of our favorite ice cream shop in town. The blue neon letters are the only thing shining around, everything else is closed, and they bring a glimmer of hope in the darkness of the night.

              I can’t count how many times we’ve been sitting here at the most random times, day and night, laughing or crying. We make our way to the line, there’s only one person in front of us, and as soon as they’ve got their lemon sorbet, I order my chocolate ice cream while Shawn goes for vanilla. So much for picking a new flavor.

              We don’t have to talk to squeeze into our usual booth, it’s in a quiet corner, usually looked over by most people. At first it was my favorite spot because I didn’t have to deal with people staring at me but as Shawn’s fame grew it became a nice spot to be so that no one would notice him.

“So,” I mix my melting ice cream with the plastic spoon. “Where exactly in Europe are you going this time?”

“London for a couple days, and then a few days in France and Spain.”

“How many shows?”

“Five, wanna come and see them?”

“Shawn,” I close my eyes, tightening my grip on my spoon because there’s nothing I’d love more than going around the world with him. “I can’t,” I feel the tears coming up, and I stare down at the table.

“It’s only a week and a half, you don’t even have to stay the entire time,” He pleads, and I glance up at him.

              My eyes fall back down on the table as soon as they’ve met his. They’re filling with tears, and my heart aches while I tear him apart one more time.

“You don’t understand,” I choke out, burying my face in my hands.

“I’m sorry,” He breathes out, grabbing both of our ice creams because he’s done with his and he knows I won’t eat any more. He throws them out before putting a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s go home.”

              I nod shakily, following him out to his car. His hand settles on my knee as he drives away, and I look outside to focus my thoughts on something that’s not him. I calm my breathing and wipe my tears away, sniffing a few times as I regain my composure. I wish I could cry it out, but I can’t do that in front of him. Not that he hasn’t seen me cry before, but I know he’s hurt enough, he doesn’t need to worry about me on top of it all.

“Here,” He pulls out a packet of tissues from his door and hands them out to me without another word, and I whisper a quick ‘thank you’ but none of us say anything else until we’ve reached his house.

              The light is on in the living room, and I know Karen is still awake. I find it cute how even though Shawn spends a lot of time away from them she still makes sure he gets home safe when he’s here.

              I don’t want to run into her with my red eyes, because even though she won’t say anything I don’t want her to think something’s wrong and ask Shawn about it when I leave. I don’t need to tell him that for him to figure it out, and he leads me upstairs quickly, calling a goodnight out to his mom that she repeats, turning the lights off in the living room and heading to bed now that both of her children are safe in her house.

“Why?” Shawn asks after he’s taken his jacket off, and I tighten his around me when I sit on the bed, bringing my knees up to my chest. “And please don’t say Sarah, I know a week isn’t a long time.”

“Because,” I breathe out the words I’ve rehearsed in my head a hundred times on our way back. “If I go with you, I’ll never want to stop.”

“Come over here,” He offers his hand, and I get up in front of him.

“Do you have any idea of how much it hurts every time I watch you go? If I let myself go with you, I won’t be able to do that again.”

“I’ve got more than an idea.” He pushes the jacket off my shoulders to put it back in his closet, and as soon as that’s done we both sit back on the bed.

“Then you know how much worse it would be afterwards.”

“Worse than watching you smile through tears at the airport because you’re trying your best to be happy for me? Worse than crying on the plane because I know that’s exactly what you’re doing now that I’ve left? Or maybe worse than hearing you cry on the phone late at night and knowing I can do nothing about it when it’s my own damn fault?”

“It’s not your fault,” I slide my hand into his. “You know it’s not.”

“I don’t know anymore,” He flops backwards onto his bed, staring at the ceiling instead of me as his eyes fill with tears. One of them trickles down the side of his face, and I lie down next to him, crawling to be closer to him as his chest shakes with a sob.

              I can’t stop my tears either, and he turns towards me to pull me against him. His face is buried in my neck while I cry against his shoulder, our bodies shaking with sobs interrupted by sniffing until we’re both too exhausted to cry.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, my hand running up and down his back as I try my best to soothe him.

“S’not your fault,” He repeats my words from earlier, and we pull away to look at each other. “Are we ever going to make this work?”

“I don’t know,”

“Do you want to make it work?” He asks, a glimmer of hope behind his eyes.

“More than anything else in the world.”

“We’ll make it work then,” His eyes trail to my lips, but he goes for my forehead instead. “Don’t know how, but we will.”

              We take a minute together, thinking about how the hell we’re going to manage that when we’ve already had years to try and figure it out. I end up changing into my pajamas before going to bed, an oversized shirt with shorts I always have at his place while he sleeps in his sweatpants. I always wonder how he can constantly be warm, he’s always shirtless, but I don’t complain about it much when it means I get to be a little bit closer to him as I sleep.

“Shawn?” I hesitate, staring at the ceiling because I’m about to break a promise I made to myself.

“Mmh?” He hums in response, waiting for me to speak more without knowing I’m silently debating how I should put it.

              What I have to say could give him hope, and if it works out then both of us can make our relationship work, but I would hate myself if I had to hurt him again.

“Sarah… Sarah wants to go to a boarding school.

“What?” He frowns, not understanding where that comes from. “Why?”

“I’m not sure she will yet, but she’s already in a private school so it really doesn’t change that much for my mom cost wise. She doesn’t like it much here, and it’s a good school.”

“What does that…” His voice trails off as he realizes what it could mean.

“I’m going to take her there to visit it, but if she likes it then she’ll probably go.”

“Are you saying you wouldn’t need to stay here?”

“She’d come home on weekends, so I’d have to be there to visit, but I could move a lot more.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” He asks, and I can see the hopeful look on his face, reminding me of why I kept it from him so far.

              If I have to see that disappear again I’ll never forgive myself.

“It’s just an idea for now, she’s a kid, she might change her mind, and I want to make sure she’ll like it there.”

“I don’t want her to go if she doesn’t,” Shawn agrees, because as much as it tears us apart he’s always got her interests at heart, and I couldn’t love him more for it.

“But if she does…”

“If she does the next time I go somewhere you’re coming with me, and I’m never leaving you again.” He says with all the conviction he can muster, and our faces are so dangerously close that it would barely take anything for me to kiss him.

              I’ve dreamt of it so many times, how soft his lips could feel against mine, how right his hands would feel if he let them go a little bit lower on my waist, how intoxicating it would be to finally be able to give in.

              My heart skips a beat when his nose brushes mine, and I don’t have the will to push him away anymore. I can tell he’s trying to hold it back too, but if he made a move now, if he closed the distance, I would give in without a second of hesitation.

              A noise outside of his room brings us back to reality, and we hear Aaliyah curse under her breath.

“Fuck,” I mumble, pulling away slightly while Shawn rolls on his back to stare at the ceiling instead of my lips.

“We should go to sleep,” Shawn breathes out, still thinking of what could’ve just happened.

“Yeah,” I reply, thinking about anything but sleep at the moment.

              It takes me a minute to get the thought out of my head, I still desperately want to kiss him, but I can’t do that to myself and I certainly can’t do that to him. Instead I curl my body against his, but it doesn’t seem to be close enough for him. His arms come around me to drag me on top of him, and I settle my weight on his chest with one of my legs lodged in between his.

“I love you,” He breathes out, and my heart flutters.

“I love you too,” I murmur against his skin, taking comfort in being so close and hearing his heartbeat until I can finally drift off to sleep.

.

              The position I wake up in is similar, except I’m lying on my side now. Shawn’s thumb brushes over the small of my back, letting me know he’s awake while I become aware of how close we are. It’s not the first time we wake up tangled in each other, but it’s one of the rare times we’re that close.

              His thigh is pressing right against me between my legs, and I’m painfully aware of how hard he is against my thigh as soon as I try to move.

“Hello,” I mumble, refusing to open my eyes because if this is all a dream it’s okay for me to fantasize about kissing him.

“Morning,” He speaks close to my ear, kissing my temple and making me melt against him.

“Can we stay like that forever?” I let the sleepiness take over, because I’d never say this out loud so easily in normal conditions.

“We can stay like that as long as you want to.” His raspy morning voice sends shivers down my spine, and my back arches slightly.

              I try to shuffle to a more comfortable position without moving away from him, and my thigh accidentally rubs against him in the process.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He mutters, tightening his grip on me slightly while a small smile plays at my lips.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” I move again, noticing how he represses a groan.

“There’s a lot of things going on in my head right now, and you need to stop that if you don’t want me to lose my mind.” He admits, knowing that it’s the first time we wake up together like that with the desperate need to pull each other even closer.

              We normally let our rational thoughts take over, and one of us will move away, but this time I can’t bring myself to let go, and I don’t think he can either.

“What are you thinking of?” I ask, and he exhales slowly to calm down.

              His leg moves up and meets with my heat, making me squeeze my thighs around him without thinking.

“Honey, I’m not sure I can say that out loud.”

“It’s not like you’re the only one who’s thought about it.”

“You’re definitely trying to kill me,” He chuckles when he feels my leg move against him once more, and this time he can’t help but move his hips to seek further contact. “And for the record, I don’t think you need me to say anything I’m thinking right now. I think you can feel it, and I also know there’s a reason none of us are trying to move.”

“You’re not wrong,” I murmur, and I feel him bury his face in my neck.

“Fuck,” He mumbles against my skin. “I need you,”

“I need you too,”

“Please,” Shawn begs, kissing my neck softly. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stop wanting you, I don’t think I ever will.”

“I know, I can’t stop either,” I pull away to look at him.

              His eyes are full of desperation, love, lust, need. I couldn’t push him away even if I wanted to, and the next thing I know his lips are on mine. His lips are soft, and the kiss starts off slow as we get rid of all the frustration that piled up over the last few years.

              I let a hand wander into his hair, gently tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck when his tongue traces my lips, begging for entrance that I grant him without hesitation. The kiss heats up into something more passionate, and Shawn gently tips me back into the mattress, nudging my legs apart with his knee to settle in between them.

              Our lips barely part, even when we both need a few seconds to breathe we can’t bring ourselves to pull away, too scared that it will break the magic of what is finally happening. Shawn initially rests his weight on his forearms as we kiss, trying not to crush me, but I quickly pull his closer, needing to feel him, all of him on top of me.

              His tongue dances with mine while his hands bunch my shirt up until we finally part to lift it over my head. Shawn’s lips are instantly back on mine, and he swallows back a moan at the desperately needed skin to skin contact.

              Things escalate without us ever pulling away for more than a few seconds. It’s intoxicating to be so close to him, in the best way. We get lost in each other, getting rid of the anticipation and frustration of so many years through our movements, exchanging I love you’s at every occasion we get.

              It takes us a while to recover, and Shawn rolls over to have me on his chest and I relax on top of him, burying my face in his neck and occasionally planting small kisses here and there. His fingers comb my hair slowly, and I can hear his heartbeat gradually slowing along with mine.

“I’m so in love with you,” I rest my head on his shoulder, tracing patterns over his chest.

“I love you so, so much,” Shawn cups my cheek to make me look up at him, and I shift for our faces to be at the same level. “Please kiss me,” He whispers, waiting for me to lean in, and I don’t hesitate to move my lips softly against his.

“I love you,” I mumble against his lips.

“Love you more,” I can feel his smile, and I pull away to look at him, admiring his curls that are a mess on his forehead and his rosy cheeks that make me melt under an circumstances.

“Don’t start that with me, Mendes.”

“Afraid you’re going to lose?”

“No, I’ve been in love with you for years, and I’m probably going to be in love with you for the rest of our lives.”

“The rest of our lives, eh?” He pushes my hair away to be able to see my face.

“Is that not what you want?” You raise an eyebrow with a smile, because you know. You know you’re in this for the long run, and you know you can make it last.

“It’s everything I want. You’re everything I want.”

              I end up putting his shirt on while he pulls his boxers up his legs, and he spoons me tightly.

“What time is it?” I mumble, knowing there’s no point in falling asleep again if I have to wake up in five minutes to go and get Sarah.

“Too early,” Shawn groans, pulling away to check his phone. “Bit less than an hour before we need to move,”

“Good,” I feel his arm come back around me to pull me against his torso, and his hand slips under my shirt to rest on my stomach. “What do you think you’re doing?” I giggle when his hand settles on my boob.

“Shh, just holding you.”

“That’s not how you hold me,” I let him gently massage me, relaxing into the feeling despite my protest.

“Could be now,” His lips move against my shoulder as he speaks, and I can barely make out the words.

              I lean back into him a little bit more as he lets his hand wander over me, discovering the few areas of my body he doesn’t already know while I close my eyes, focused on enjoying the feeling.

              Our bubble bursts when my alarm blares through the room, and I have to pull Shawn’s arm away to be able to move and turn it off.

“No,” He whines, dragging me back to him and locking me against him with his arms and legs. “You can’t go,”

“Bubs, I have to,” I groan, not wanting to move anymore than he does. “I need to shower, walk home, drive Sarah to school and then I’ll be back here.”

“Stay with me,”

“I’ll be right back,” I try to convince him, but his grip only tightens.

“No shower, no walking. We leave ten minutes before you need to be home, I’ll drop you off, you take Sarah to school and come back to me. Deal?”

“Deal, but let me set an alarm, we can’t be late.”

              We end up rushing into our clothes and running downstairs to his car because we stayed in bed until the last second, and I have to smooth my hair down in the car to look like I didn’t just roll out of bed.

              We get to my house right on time, and Sarah is ready when I get inside. Shawn leaves as soon as I’m in, probably to get back to bed and wait for me. It’s what I would do if he had just spent the night in my bed, and I’d probably switch my pillow for his too, just so that it could feel like I’m hugging him for a little while longer.

              I shake the thought out of my head and grab my car keys to take Sarah to her school. The car ride is mostly silent apart from the music, and we manage to avoid morning traffic so I reach the front of the school in no time.

“Have a good day,” I tell Sarah before she gets out of the car with her bag, and I smile when I see one of her friends come up to her.

              I don’t even bother getting anything from my house and drive straight back to Shawn, tapping my fingers against the steering wheel every time I’m stuck at a red light.

              What are we doing? How are we going to be okay after that? Having sex with Shawn was the most intimate moment of my life, and I can’t stop thinking about how he was holding me the entire time, letting me know how much he loves me while he watched me come undone. I need him now more than ever, I need him to keep on holding me late at night when we can’t sleep, and I need to be able to hug him when he’s stressed to tell him it’s going to be okay.

“Hi,” He grins when I sneak back into his room and I’m pretty sure he’s back in his boxers. His curls are slightly sticking to his forehead, still damp from his shower.

“Hey,” I stand next to the bed while staying out of reach so that he can’t pull me back on it. “I’m gonna take that shower now, I’ll be back in a few.”

              Half of me really wants Shawn in that shower with me, but the other half knows that his sister is in a room right next to this bathroom, and I’d be far from silent if he joined in. At first I thought it would be bad to give into him again because I wouldn’t be able to leave him, but it’s way too late for that, and I already know I’ll be going to Europe with him this time.

              I don’t know how I’ll work out the whole travelling thing yet, because I don’t need to go with him constantly, but I know I don’t want to be away from him for that long. His promo tour in Europe isn’t too long, so it’ll be good for us to work things out when we’re moving around and he has obligations.

              There’s nothing I want more than to see him do what he loves, I’ve seen a few of his concerts when they weren’t too far from here, but I didn’t get the full experience of how his life goes in those moments.

              I step in the shower as soon as the water has warmed up, and every time I rub his soap over my body all I can think of is how good his hands felt in the same place, and it makes me want to crawl back into his bed with him.

              I don’t think he would mind, but it’s probably better if we just get dressed and do something with our day. That’s what I try to convince myself with as I shower, my resolutions shaken when he speaks from right outside the door.

“Babe?” I hear a knock on the door, and I can picture his pout. “Can I join?”

              It takes him a second to realize his sister is walking past at that moment, and her eyes widen at him.

“Who is that?” She whispers, pointing to the door with an amused smirk while Shawn ushers her away as quietly as he can.

“Shawn, you literally showered five minutes ago, give me a minute. I’ll be out soon.”

“Oh my god,” Aaliyah clasps her hands over her mouth, it doesn’t take her much to know who that voice belongs to.

“Shh!” Shawn widens his eyes at her before speaking louder. “Fine, I’ll go and make breakfast, okay?”

“Don’t burn the house down,”

              As soon as the exchange is over Shawn grabs his sister’s arm and brings her to his room.

“Since when?” She stands by the door while he sits on the bed.

“If you want the story you better sit down,” He doesn’t know where to start, he’s been in love with her for so long that everyone around must have known for ages, so it’s not like he’s breaking any news to Aaliyah.

“If anything just happened on that bed I think I’ll be fine here.”

“Oh things definitely happened on the bed,” He replies smugly and she makes a disgusted face, not needing the details of her brother’s sexual life. “But the sheets are clean, come on.” He pats the spot next to him.

“Okay, so when? How? I mean, it’s been obvious for a long time but I thought it wasn’t supposed to be a thing,”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a thing because I’m always away, and she can’t leave because of Sarah, but then Sarah decided that she wants to go to a boarding school, so once she visits to see if she likes it she might go, and that means we can move.”

“So you’re a proper couple now?” She smiles, happy to finally see things working out the way they should.

“I guess yeah, I mean, we didn’t label it,” Shawn starts thinking about what it all means.

“Thank god, everyone was betting money on how long it would take for one of you to make it official. You’ve been acting exactly like a couple for ages, even mom was losing her mind over it.”

“That obvious, uh?”

“Yeah, kinda, but what about Europe? Aren’t you leaving in like, three weeks?”

“Yeah, I am,” He sighs. “We haven’t said much about that though,”

“If it’s any help, you’ve been gone for months and every time you got back you guys were still close, so I doubt that it’ll change now. Also, wait until mom finds out, she’s ready to plan your wedding.”

“You weren’t even supposed to hear that, don’t tell mom and dad yet, okay?”

“I won’t,” She gets up from the bed. “Now I’m going to make pancakes, you said you’d make breakfast and if I were her I’d be really disappointed to see that nothing’s ready when I come out.”

“Alright, you go save my ass, we’ll be down in a few,” He watches her leave the room, lying back down with a stupid smile on his face.

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              When I walk back into his room Shawn is still on the bed, only wearing a pair of shorts while he scrolls through his phone.

“What happened to breakfast?” I grab some clean clothes to wear. “Did your mom kick you out of the kitchen?”

“Aaliyah’s making pancakes, so I decided it was safer to rely on that.”

“Mmh, that’s fair,” I get dressed quickly, my back towards him.

“Babe, about Aaliyah,” He starts, and I turn to face him, not sure of what he wants to say. “She may or may not have heard me say I want to join in the shower, so she kinda knows now.”

“Okay,”

“Okay?”

“What am I supposed to say? I mean, it’s not like they weren’t going to find out,” I shrug, they figured out we had something ages ago, and with how open Shawn is with his parents there’s no way they didn’t know everything already.

“Yeah, no, of course, I just thought they’d find out from us, not like that,”

“Either way,” I climb on top of him. “I don’t think they’re going to be surprised.”

“Nah, they definitely won’t be.” He lifts his head to kiss my nose, and his arms find their way around my waist to hold me close. “Are you staying with me tonight?”

“If you want me to,”

“Of course I want you to,” I smile at his words.

“I need to be home to work tomorrow, but I can stay today, I just have to pick Sarah up from school.”

“I’m going back to my place tonight, if that works for you,” He knows the drive from Pickering to Toronto isn’t long, but it’s long enough to be annoying.

“Yeah, I can get Sarah and meet you there, I’ll bring food.”

“That’s why I love you,” He grins, patting my back to tell me to get up. “Come on, let’s get those pancakes.”

              Shawn doesn’t bother putting a shirt on, he rarely does when he’s home, and we find his sister pushing another freshly cooked pancake on a pile that looks like it’s rising fast.

“Good morning,” I greet her, getting the orange juice out of the fridge while Shawn grabs some glasses.

“Hi,” She smiles, glancing at me for a second before focusing back on the task at hand. She pours some batter back into the pan and reaches up for two more plates, putting a few pancakes on each of them before handing them to me.

“Thank you, that’s why you’re my favorite Mendes,” I push a plate in front of Shawn before I sit down, letting him grab the Nutella.

“Excuse me?” He raises an offended eyebrow.

“Sorry, you’re right, Karen’s lasagna knows no equal, she’s got to be first in my heart, Aaliyah can get the second place.” I tease him, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Way to tell me I need to work on my cooking skills,”

“Why do you think I said I’d bring food tonight?” I raise an amused eyebrow, and he pouts at me.

“Rough,” Aaliyah chuckles.

              The three of us are too full after breakfast, but I don’t regret it when I find myself back in Shawn’s bed with him. He normally can’t sit still for more than a day, but with all of the food we’ve had none of us can be bothered moving.

“Honey?” Shawn murmurs, his head turned away from me as it rests on my chest.

“Yes?” I trace small circles on his shoulder, feeling the little bumps of his skin underneath the tip of my fingers.

“I can’t leave without you,” He breathes out, and my hand stills, knowing where he’s going. “I know we’ve already talked about it, and I know I can’t change your mind unless you want to,” His voice breaks with my heart, and it takes him a few more seconds to be able to speak more. “I just can’t do it without you,” He shakes with a sob, and I wrap my arms around him to hold him close.

“It’s gonna be okay my love,” I kiss the top of his head, tilting our bodies to the side and guiding him with his back to me so that I can spoon him. “Shh, it’s okay,” I rub my thumb over his stomach, his entire body trembling with how hard he’s holding the tears back.

“I-” He sniffs. “I’m sorry, I just need you.”

“And I’m right here,” I kiss the back of his head. “I won’t let you go without me.”

“What did you just say?” He turns around to look at me, his eyes a little red from the crying.

“I’ll go with you, this time I will.” I’ve barely finished my sentence that his lips are on mine, capturing them in a slow kiss. “The whole point of not going was that I wouldn’t be able to get away from you,” I breathe out. “But after this morning I don’t see the point of that.”

“I can’t believe you’re saying that,” His eyes are gleaming with joy, and I can’t help but feel happy too.

“How in the world do you want me to stay away from you?”

“I don’t want you to.” He grins, kissing me again. “Especially since this morning.”

“This morning was good,” I agree, playing with his hair.

“It was?” A smug grin appears on his face.

“Yeah,” I giggle. “It was really good.”

“Mmh, wanna go again?” He nuzzles his face in my neck, slowly kissing over the sensitive skin.

“Save it for tonight,” I make him come back up and kiss his nose.

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              It takes me a while to get Sarah and help her with her homework, and as soon as she’s done I grab a bag with everything I might need before heading out and driving to Shawn’s place. People working at the reception know me by now, and I have no problem getting into the building and to Shawn’s door.

“Hello,” He grins when he opens the door a second after I’ve knocked, and I don’t have time to reply before he kisses me.

“Well hello,” I slip inside so that he can close the door. “How was it to spend less than three hours away from me?”

“Lonely,” He wraps his arms around my waist before burying his face in my neck. “Missed you,” He mumbles.

“I’m here now,” I run my hands through his hair, messing with his curls. “C’mon, let me put my stuff down.” I kiss his temple and he lets go.

“You should move the stuff from my house to here,” He suggests, watching me put my bag next to the bed and take my jumper off.

“I feel like I go to your house more often than here though,”

“Mmh, I’m just used to you having your own stuff at my place, it’s weird that you need to bring it all. Feels more real when you’re leaving things here.”

“I’ll get some clothes from my house,” I let myself fall backwards on the bed, tired from the drive from Pickering. “I forgot how comfortable that bed was,”

“Yeah, it’s a nice bed,” Shawn smiles, still watching me.

“Are you going to come and cuddle with me or are you just going to watch me?”

“I just like seeing my girl in my bed, staying at my place, ready to travel with me. I’m also just trying to wrap my head around the fact that I get to kiss you now,”

“Speaking of, I need your flight info so that I can book the same ones.” I point out, thinking of all of the place I will finally get to see with him.

“Are you planning on staying the entire time?”

“Yep,” I reply, there’s no way I’m missing a second of it.

“Then you don’t get to worry about that,” He crawls on the bed next to me and I shift to face him.

“You are not paying for my plane tickets.” I assert.

“Too late?”

“Shawn,” I whine, and he scrunches up his face.

“Honey, it’s nothing, I just added you coming with me to the things I need on this trip and Andrew took care of it.”

“How did you even know I’d stay the entire time?”

“I was just hoping, and we’ve got a day to cancel the flights we booked in case you couldn’t stay that long.”

“What about the band? How are they going to be with me there all the time?” I think a little bit too late, I’ve met them, but I’ve never been on tour with them.

“You know the guys love you, they won’t mind, they’ve seen you a hundred times.”

“I know, but this is your thing, I don’t want to be in the middle of it.” I’ve seen him do his thing, and he’s so busy that I’m not sure of where I’ll fit in the middle of it.

“You won’t be, it’ll be just fine.” He drops a kiss on my nose. “Now stop talking so I can kiss you,” He stops me from adding anything, and I turn my head so that his lips reach my cheek, making him whine.

“Don’t be a baby,” I chuckle, running a hand through his hair, and he pouts.

“Your lips feel really soft, I like kissing you,”

“I like kissing you too,” I smile at how soft he looks with his pink cheeks and his white shirt. “But come on, I brought dinner and I’m starving.”

“I know what I’m eating for dessert,” He says close to my ear, and I laugh.

“Idiot,” I notice the smug grin on his face, and I lead the way to his kitchen.

              We’ve spent so much time in bed this morning that we only change into our pajamas ridiculously late, despite Shawn’s innuendo that I won’t keep them on for long, and we stop what we’re doing to make out so many times that it takes us longer than it should to brush our teeth and get ready for bed.

“You know, you’ve always been around, but it’s so fucking perfect to have you here with me,” Shawn slides into the bed to come on top of me.

“Feels perfect being here,”

“You know I’m going to keep you here forever, right?” He lets his weight down to trap me underneath him with a smile.

“I’m not complaining, I don’t want to be anywhere else.” I run a hand through his hair to rest it on the back of his neck so that my fingers can play with the shorter curls there.

“Things kinda suck at home?”

“It’s not that bad,” I smile at his thumb running over my cheek while he listens. “I love Sarah, and I’m okay with taking care of her, but my mom puts no effort into it and it’s exhausting, I just want to be a kid again for five minutes, let someone else take the responsibilities to give me a break.”

“They shouldn’t be your responsibilities in the first place,”

“But they are now,”

“You know,” He flops down beside me. “I think that boarding school would be good for everyone. Sarah needs somewhere where she’ll feel at home, and I know she loves you, but it’d be good for her to get something like a family there. You’re her sister, not her mother, it’s not fair that you have to act like it, and it would put the responsibilities in someone else’s hands for a while.”

“I want her to go too, but I’m all she’s got now. I’m scared she won’t like it, and even if I’m just her sister I’m her family.”

              Both of her parents are dead, and my mother has never been a great role model, I would know after growing up with her. I’m all she has to take care of her and give her the love she deserves, and I refuse to watch her have the same childhood as I got. Shawn’s parents acted like they were mine, they gave me all the love in the world, but she doesn’t have that. She doesn’t have Shawn watching over her the way he always did for me, and she doesn’t have Karen and Manny congratulating her on her achievements when no-one else even notices them.

“I know,” Shawn is well aware of my family situation, and he doesn’t want to see Sarah going through what I did. “If my parents weren’t there I’d give everything up for Aaliyah, in a heartbeat, but it doesn’t mean it would be fair to anyone. Give it a try, bring her there to see, give her a few weeks to get used to it. If she wants to go it’ll be good for everyone, and if she doesn’t it’ll be fine too.”

“It won’t be fine for us,”

“We’ll figure something out,”

“But-”

“Shh,” He stops me with a kiss. “It’s going to work itself out. I’ll fly you out when I can, with Sarah if that’s what it takes. I’m in love with you, and I don’t fucking care how often I’ll have to fly home to you if you can’t move, because I’ll do it, every day off if I have to.”

“I don’t want to stay here. I want to go with you, and see the world, and watch you on tour.”

“I know, but we’re still just kids honey, we’ve got so much time. We have tonight, and the next two weeks, and those three weeks in Europe, then we get to worry about those things, but for now let’s enjoy tonight, yeah?”

“No more talking about tour,” I agree, straddling him and kissing him deeply.

“There we go,” He mumbles against my lips, grabbing my hips to pull me closer.

              He gently rolls us over to press me into the mattress so that his lips can attach themselves to my neck, leaving trails of kisses and a few marks along the way. I gasp at the soft touches, arching my back against him and pushing my hips up to meet with his when they crash down towards me to create more friction.

              His lips come back to mine, and I part my lips to grant his tongue access, letting him explore every part of my body without restraint.

“You feel so good,” I sigh when he goes back to my neck, finding all of my most sensitive spots by testing all of them with kisses and soft bites.

              My hands take their time exploring his back and his sides, feeling the muscles roll under my palms. They travel down to his hips to guide him to roll them against mine again, and I can’t hold back the low moan he pulls out of me. He kisses his way up my jaw until his lips are on my cheek, his forehead resting against mine while I can feel his breath on my skin as he speaks softly.

“I wanna make love to you until the world ends.”

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Let me know what you think of it and please reblog if you liked it! Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome.

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[5-seconds-of-bucky]

Hey Bub

A/N: I wrote this fic for @fourtristattoos spring festival writing thing. Also, we love us some dad Shawn. To clarify, (this will make sense in the fic) Dinosaur Chase is a game I played with my dad when I was little. It’s like a combination of tag and Hide ‘N Go Seek with a twist. The title is crap cause I don’t know what to call it so sorry. Anyways, enjoy and thanks for reading!

Word Count: 800+

Summary: Shawn brings his son to the hospital to meet his new baby sister.

Warning: Lots of fluff!

“Hey bub! How was your stay with Grandma and Papa?” Shawn asks his three year old son as he picked him up from the ground. He had just spent the night with your parents and Shawn swang by to pick him up and bring him to you.

“It was awesome dad! Papa and I played trains and Grandma and I made cookies. We even made extras for you, mommy, and the baby!” He said excitedly, messing with two toy cars as Shawn strapped him into his car seat.

“I don’t think the baby can eat cookies yet kid. They don’t have any teeth to chew them with.”

“Well then you and mommy can eat them. Grandma said I ate enough but I can have one more later if I’m good when we visit mommy.”

“Well you better be a good boy then.”

The drive to the hospital was short, Jack talking about his day with his grandparents and asking about his new sibling.

“What’s the new baby like? Is it a boy or a girl?”

“You have a baby sister and she’s -”

“A sister?! Yay!”

“Yes, a sister. She’s really little.”

“Can I hold her when we get see mommy?”

“You sure can. You have to be really careful though. You don’t want to drop her.”

“I will daddy.”

Shawn turned into the hospital parking lot and parked the car, smiling at the fact that he was going to get to see his two favorite girls again. He got out and opened his son’s door, unbuckling the boy who was still explaining the game he and his grandfather had played.

“It’s called ‘Dinosaur Chase’. Papa said he used to play it all the time with mommy when she was little.” Jack rambled, proceeding to explain the game to Shawn and how grandma had tricked him by being an old lady who needed help and wanted to come in with the dinosaur right behind her. He kept talking until they reached you room, when Shawn shushed him quietly.

“We have to be quiet now. Mommy might be asleep and we don’t want to wake her up if she is. She’s really tired.” He told the young boy, pretending to lock his lips and put the key in his pocket.

“Okay.” Jack replied, mimicking his father’s actions.

They opened the door to find you asleep. Shawn wasn’t surprised, you had been in labor for 15 excruciating hours. Lilliana, your daughter, was born at 3:01 in the morning. You were both tired and managed to get a few hours of sleep, but Shawn had to leave around 11 to pick up Jack. He was happy to see you sleeping peacefully at last. The last two weeks had been fairly stressful for you and sleep was hard to get.

“Where’s the baby?” Jack whispered, confused as to why he came to see his sister and she wasn’t even there.

“She’s in the nursery right now. The nurse will bring her in a little bit so she can eat and then you can hold her,” Shawn replied, looking over to your bed and seeing that you were now awake. “Hey babe. How are you feeling?”

“Tired, sore, but not the worst I’ve ever been,” You say with a sleepy smile. “Is that my Jack?”

“Mommy!” The boy squealed with excitement, reaching his small arms towards you.

“Hey bud. How was Grandma and Papa’s?”

Jack proceeded to tell you about his sleepover, giving every detail he gave Shawn. He stopped talking eventually, becoming engrossed in a show on the T.V.

“Hey sweetheart.” Shawn leaned over the side of the bed to give you a kiss.

“Hey,” You smiled as he kissed you forehead, your favorite type of kiss. “Did he behave well?”

“Of course. They were happy to help and said they’d come by to see you later.”

“Sounds good.”

There was a knock on the door and a nurse walked in, carrying your daughter.

“Mrs. Mendes, it’s time to feed your daughter. Do you want any help or do you think you’ll be okay?” She asked as she handed the whimpering baby to you.

“I think I’m good, thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need me.” She left the room, leaving you to feed Lilliana and Shawn to entertain Jack.

“Is that my sister?” Jack asked excitedly, shuffling closer to you to see the baby you were holding.

“This is Lilliana. She’s your new baby sister.”

“Can I hold her?”

“I have to feed her first. You can hold her after, okay?”

Jack hopped off the hospital bed and went to sit with his dad, who played cars with him while you fed Lilliana.

After Jack held Lilliana, Shawn offered to take over so you could rest, to which you happily obliged.

“Hey baby.” He cooed at the small child in his arms. She was so tiny compared to him and he smiled when she reached out to grab his finger. He realized that she had your nose and ears, but his eyes. He was so happy to have a daughter now. “I love you.”

With a kiss to her forehead, he sat down on the chair next to your bed and admired his new baby.

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[wondershawns]

Steady

A/N: Here is some Dad!Shawn fluff written for the spring festival organised by @fourtristattoos . This baby is 6k so enjoyyyyy!

Warning: Mention of drugs and overdose.

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              Raising both of your kids on your own had never been easy. You knew it was for the best, that you had to leave with them, you loved them more than anything and you were ready to make any sacrifice to see them grow up happy.

              Their father was far from being able to take care of them, and he had visiting rights on week-ends. You didn't like it, you didn't like being able to see that he was high on whatever substance he was into a night before seeing his children.

              He was fine, when you met. He would smoke occasionally and that wasn't a problem for you, but it quickly started scaring you when he switched to harder drugs. When you found out you were pregnant you knew you couldn't raise kids in that apartment with him, but he slowed down to take care of them with you.

              You stayed there one more year, taking care of the twins with him, until he almost set fire to the apartment with both of them in it. The day after the incident you had your bags packed while he was out, and you were taking the kids with you.

              Legally you couldn't keep them away from him, but you didn't forbid him coming to see them immediately. You needed custody of your children, and you'd do anything to make sure of that. After a few months and lots of evidence your lawyer helped you get permanent custody of your children, and you cried tears of joy knowing they would be safe.

              Week end visits weren't bad, you could deal with that, and you moved a couple of hours away to Toronto to make sure you wouldn't see too much of him. You found a nice apartment where you could have a room as an office, and you'd turn it into a second room once the twins grew old enough to want separate ones.

              Your boss was comprehensive, and you were thankful for that. She let you work in another branch in the company in Toronto so that you could move, and you worked harder than ever to prove that you deserved that effort from her.

              You finished your projects with perfect timing, handing them first thing in the morning, and you spent a lot of late nights fixing things that could've been reported to another day.

              You had just enough time to do everything you needed to, you dropped the twins off at school every morning and drove to work. Their nanny took them home in the afternoon and helped them with homework if they needed it until you came back.

              You met Shawn at the ice skating rink on a Saturday. Nate wanted to play ice hockey, so you took him and Ben there for the first time. You figured it would be best if he could at least try skating before getting into that, and you held both of their hands that morning to make them go around the rink.

              There weren't many people there, so you weren't worried about letting them wander and fall on their own when they decided to let go of your hand. You kept an eye on them, going up to them when they fell if they didn't get back up immediately, but they managed quite well even though their movements were still wobbly.

              Ben was having fun, but Nate was having the time of his life, and you had just reminded him to be careful when he bumped into a tall man who fell with him.

"I'm so sorry!" You skated your way to them, checking on your son before looking over at the man.

"No worries, we've all been there," He smiled, and you almost melted on the spot.

"Do you need a hand?" You held it out, and he took it to pull himself back up.

"Thanks," He rubbed a sore spot on his arm for a second, but his gorgeous smile never left his face.

              The fall led to more conversation, and you found yourself at neighboring tables when you were all getting something warm to drink right outside of the rink. You bought the boys and yourself hot chocolate, and Shawn gave you a smile from where he was sitting with what you assumed were his friends.

"Is dad coming tomorrow?" Nate asked, warming his little hands on the cup.

"No, I called him yesterday, he said he wouldn't be able to make it."

"But it's been two weeks," Ben chipped in.

"I know sweetie," You ran a hand through his hair to comfort him. "He said he was busy and wouldn't be able to visit much for a while."

              You knew busy meant high, and you also knew he didn't care about them enough to give it up. When he visited he usually brought them gifts, from a chocolate bar to toys, and that was probably the only reason the twins wanted to see him.

              They had almost no bonds, they didn't show him their drawings, they didn't even talk about anything other than the games they received. You hadn’t heard him say he was proud of them even once.

"Can we go ice skating again tomorrow then?" Nate asked hopefully, and you gave him a smile.

"Of course we can, do you want to go one more time or do you want to go home?"

              Ben replied home, but Nate wanted to stay for a bit more. You compromised by telling Ben he'd pick the movie tonight and you found yourself on the rink again. You would've watched from the side, but you were scared that Nate would bump into someone again, and you couldn’t leave Ben on his own.

              When Nate started falling more than normal you went up to him, and you could tell he was too tired even though he was having fun. You all returned the skates, and you sat as they took a little bit of effort to put their shoes on.

              You were glad that they hadn't talked about their dad too much, you hated seeing them get sad over him. They were your babies, and they deserved so much better than a junkie who couldn't visit every two weeks.

              The next week end you brought them over again, and Nate was beaming when he managed to go around the rink a few times steadily. To your surprise Shawn was there again, but this time with a girl who had the same chocolate hair as he did. She was obviously younger than him, and you guessed that she must have been his sister.

              She was practicing dodging him and he did everything he could to get in her way or make her lose her balance. They collided into each other a few times, and considering the speed at which they were going you made sure to keep an eye on your boys.

              And so it continued, you'd show up regularly and get hot chocolate while the boys skated, and Ben eventually got into it too. Nate was getting good, and you knew he'd want classes when the next school year started. He learned new things by observing better skaters around him, and sometimes they even stopped to teach him. Then, he'd turn to you proudly to show you, and once that was done he'd try to teach Ben to do the same.

              You saw Shawn occasionally, and you made bits of conversation here and there when you weren't both busy with something else.

"Hello?" You picked up your phone, recognizing the voice on the other end of the line immediately. "What do you want?"

              You didn't like it when the twins could hear you talking to their dad, because you didn't always have a lot of patience, and you walked away to continue the conversation.

"I want to come by, tomorrow,"

"What time?" You kept an eye on them, but they were just talking, too busy with their hot chocolate to cause trouble.

"Not too late in the afternoon? At your place?"

"We'll be at the park at three." You responded sharply, you didn't have any patience left for him.

"The park, really?"

"You have visiting rights for the boys, so yes, the park. I don't want you at my place."

"Fine, I'll be there at three."

              He hung up on you, and you pinched your nose in annoyance. You wished you could erase him from your life and start over again, but it wasn't fair to the boys to take their father away from them. As long as he behaved normally in front of them you couldn't say anything.

              You were already lucky you got full custody, you weren’t exactly in a position to complain about visiting rights.

              Shawn didn't know much about you, but from the pieces of conversation he caught he understood that you were alone taking care of your sons. He thought you were beautiful the first time he saw you, but when he realized the kid that bumped into him was yours he figured he couldn't ask you out for coffee because you probably already had someone.

              Two kids were a lot to handle, but he couldn't stop his mind from wandering towards you. He was curious, and he wanted to know more about you. That's why it only took him a few more weeks to gather enough courage to ask you to get coffee with him.

              You blushed furiously and babbled some sort of agreement, and he let you type your number into his phone before skating away with a stupid smile on his face.

              You agreed on a day, and you called the nanny to make sure someone would be there for the boys when you were gone.

              One date led to another, and soon enough you were going out for dinner together. Shawn was too good to be true, and you were scared of getting attached to him too fast.

              He knew about the twins, and he knew their father wasn't in the picture, but you didn't know what he was looking for. He sure was interested in you, but it wasn't just you anymore. You had kids, and responsibilities that he probably wasn't ready to endorse.

              Still, you kept on going with the dates, the kisses, the soft touches. You couldn't have him stay over unless the boys were at someone else's house, and you couldn't go to his place for the same reason, so for a while you were limited to make out sessions in front of the door or in his car.

              Eventually you managed to plan a date when the twins were at a friend's, and when Shawn walked you back to your apartment that night you invited him in.

              He started tagging along when you took Nate and Ben ice skating, and you had him over a few times when they were here even though he didn't sleep over.

              Shawn was patient, and he knew what he wanted. At first he was just intrigued, so coffee seemed right, but when he started talking to you he couldn't stop. He made plans again, and again, and again, and he never got tired of hearing you talk.

              He didn't want to throw himself into something too fast, especially since you had two kids, it wouldn't be fair to you, and it wouldn't be fair to them. He figured hanging out with all of you outside of your place would be a good start, but he got addicted too fast.

              He couldn't stop himself from wanting more with you, and he beamed when Nate started looking up to him to teach him how to skate better.

.

"Hey hun," Shawn picked up when you called him at lunch.

"Hi, how's your day going?" You picked at your food that you hadn’t even bothered heating up.

"Not very busy so far, what about you?"

"It's going okay, listen, I'm sorry, but I have to cancel for tomorrow night." You shut your eyes as you said it, you had always hated having to cancel plans.

"Oh, right," Shawn sounded a little disappointed, but you were stuck, so you gave him an explanation.

"I have no one to pick up the twins from school today so I need to leave work early and I'll stay late tomorrow,"

"Did Kate cancel?"

"Yeah, something came up, and I can't get anyone for today,"

"I can go and pick them up," Shawn offered, and the silence he was met with made him insecure. "I mean, if you want me to, if not it's fine,"

"No, I don't mind, but you're working too." You didn’t want to bother him, you’d been together for a while, but you weren’t sure of how involved he was with the twins. He was there for the good parts, but you never asked him to take care of them for you.

"I'm not recording with anyone today, I can leave early and bring them home,"

"You'll need my keys, and car seats."

"I can drop by in twenty minutes to get them while it's still your lunch break." He checked his watch to make sure he wouldn’t disturb you.

"Are you sure?" You munched on the inside of your lip.

"Of course, I'll be there in no time," He grabbed his jacket, knowing he had to leave soon if he wanted to spend some time with you.

"Thank you so much."

              As promised Shawn showed up about twenty minutes later in your office, and you greeted him with a kiss.

"You're my hero," You said and he dipped his head to kiss you again.

"Anytime," He put the keys you handed him in his pocket. "Anything in particular I need to know?"

"I think you'll be fine, they usually eat something as soon as they get back, but make sure they do their homework before you let them watch cartoons."

"Got it,"

"I'll try not to come back too late."

"Don't worry about it, we'll be just fine."

"Thank you, you're the best."

              Shawn stayed for the rest of your lunch break before going back to the studio. He worked as a producer, but he had his fun playing and singing too. He picked up one of the guitars and started picking at the strings, filling the room with a melody he hummed along to.

              The alarm he set on his phone to be sure he got the twins on time disturbed his playing, and he put the guitar back in place before putting his jacket on and getting in his car. He reached the school right on time, and he came up to the lady checking that each kid was going to the right parent.

"Hello," She greeted him.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up Nate and Ben," He announced, he knew the others that didn’t have to check in must be there every day to get their kids.

"What's your name?" She took out a list.

"Shawn Mendes," He waited, hoping that you had remembered to add him to the list.

"You're right there, can I check your ID?"

"Sure," He got his license out, surprised that they were that careful.

"Thank you," She nodded. "I'm just checking for safety, we've had someone try to pick them up without being on the list before."

"Really?" Shawn frowned, but he didn't get to hear much more about that before the twins came up to him.

"Where's Kate?" Ben asked after giving Shawn a hug.

"She couldn't make it today, I'm staying with you guys instead,"

"Cool," Nate followed him to the car eagerly.

              When you made it home that night Shawn was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, the door open to still see the boys watching their favorite cartoon.

"Hi love," Shawn hummed when you hugged him from behind.

"What are you doing?" You kissed his back, and his hand came over yours on his stomach.

"Making dinner, thought it might be helpful."

"You're too good," You waited for him to put the knife down to kiss him.

              You helped him get dinner ready, and you all sat together at the table. The twins were comfortable with him by now, and it felt a little too perfect to have him here, like you were a family.

"Thank you for today," You leaned against him on the couch after you tucked Nate and Ben in their beds.

"Anytime honey," He kissed your forehead. "You know I don't mind,"

"You're really good with them,"

"I'm trying, I still don't know all of their habits, but I'll get there." He cupped your cheek to kiss you the way he wanted to all day.

              You shifted to straddle his lap, deepening the kiss until you were breathing hard against each other.

"I love you," You breathed out, overwhelmed every day by how lucky you got with him. Their own father didn’t take a single responsibility, but Shawn did without you even asking.

"I love you too," Shawn's thumb rubbed soothing motions on your hip. "And I love them too, you know?"

"Yeah," You whispered, burying your head in his neck and hugging him tight.

              You took your time letting him in, and you didn't rush him meeting Nate and Ben, but now that he was in your life you couldn't be happier. You were still scared that he wouldn't want all three of you sometimes, but when he told you he loved them you were always reassured.

"They were really careful when I came to pick them up earlier," Shawn said as the credits rolled over the screen. "Said someone tried to pick them up without you knowing once,"

"Yeah, Greg came up once," You shivered at the thought.

              He was insanely mad at you that day, and you would've lost your mind if he had managed to get the boys from school without you knowing.

"Why? He barely even comes when he's allowed to,"

"It was just to get back at me," You murmured, sickened that he'd have to do that through your kids. "He's over it now, I guess. I got full custody, he doesn't care about visiting rights, the boys ask a lot of questions and I try to answer,"

"What do you tell them?"

"That he's busy," You sighed. "I can't tell them he's a junkie, and I certainly can't just tell them he doesn't care. I hate having to make up excuses for him,"

"They'll understand," Shawn reassured you. "Not yet, because they're still young, but they'll get it when they grow up. You're doing what's best for them,"

              A year later Shawn was still there with you, and he stayed over all the time even though you still didn't live together. He had a full section in your closet, and he knew you were still hesitant because of Greg and the twins.

              Shawn knew you were an overthinker, and you put your kids before anything else, so he was patient. He hadn't officially moved in, but he already had a key and a lot of his stuff at your place. He stayed over more often than not, and he knew it was only a matter of time until he could live with you.

              The boys loved him too, and Shawn couldn't be happier about it. They still turned to you when they needed to ask permission for something, and they ran to you first when they were excited about something, but Shawn still had a place in that.

              Nate was particularly excited every time it came to hockey, and when his first game came up you all made sure he would see you watching him. It was only a small game to get the kids used to it and so that they could have fun playing with other people, but Nate was more than excited about it.

"Shawn! Shawn did you see that?!" He ran up to him as soon as the game finished and he had changed. "I scored!"

"You sure did!" Shawn picked him up and spun him around a few times. "You did so good, that was a great game! I'm so proud of you."

"Did you see Mommy?" He looked at you with stars in his eyes, and your smile mirrored Shawn's.

"I did love, you did great,"

              Shawn put him down so that he could run to his friends, and Ben reached for his hand as you all waited for him to say goodbye so that you could go home.

              Less than a month later he was officially moving in, and you had never been happier in your entire life.

"Shawn, wake up love," You ran a hand through his hair, but he pulled you in closer. "Baby, please,"

"Don't wanna move," He mumbled against the soft skin of your neck.

"At least let me go," You scratched his scalp softly. "I'll drive Nate to practice,"

"No," He whined. "Stay with me,"

"Baby," You sighed when you felt him kiss your neck. He knew exactly how to make you weak.

"Yeah, I'm your baby, stay here and take care of me,"

"As much as I'd love to," It took everything from you to make him stop. "We have two other babies who need us to take care of them,"

"I'll be up in a minute," He fell back into the pillow, letting you go.

              He wanted to keep you in bed all day, but the fact that you always referred to them as both of your kids now made him so soft that he could drop everything for them.

              You took Nate to practice and Ben to his piano lessons. Shawn insisted that he could teach him, but they both got too distracted after a while, so you had to settle for proper lessons. He still played with Shawn regularly, and you loved listening to them hum along.

"Two hours to rest," You crashed into the couch, and Shawn settled next to you.

"See, staying in bed would've been good,"

"I love them, but hell yes," You relaxed in his arms.

"Tomorrow's sunday, we get to sleep in," Shawn reminded you as he peppered kisses along your neck.

              You intertwined your fingers, and Shawn brought your hand up to kiss it, admiring the ring he had recently secured on your finger.

              You didn't get a lot of time alone with Shawn with your work and the twins, but you both cherished those moments. Your phone ringing and interrupting your cuddles made you groan in annoyance, but you still went to pick it up.

"Hello?" You picked up, and Shawn looked at you questioningly. "Yes that's me,"

"You were one of Gregory Hale's emergency contacts, I am from Meaford hospital and called to inform you that he was just admitted as a patient after an overdose."

"He what?" Your eyes widened, and Shawn touched your back softly with a frown.

"An emergency call was just made from his neighbor, he is still alive but he is in critical condition."

              You couldn't believe what you were hearing, and you didn't know how you were supposed to react. You ended up asking them to call you when they had any updates and Shawn waited until you put your phone back down on the coffee table.

"What happened?"

"Greg's in the hospital after an overdose, they don't know if he's going to make it."

              You kept it from the boys when you picked them up, you were waiting to hear if he was going to be okay, and if he was then they didn't need to know anything. If not, you'd have to talk to them, and you weren't sure you were ready for that.

              The call came in the middle of the night, and you were left alone with the news. Shawn was sleeping soundly in your room and you just sat on the couch, hugging your knees while you shed a few tears.

              You were mad at him, for turning to drugs, for abandoning the twins, but also for abandoning you. Your feelings had faded, but you did love him when you were together, and you had hundreds of memories of him before he turned out bad.

              You didn't want to cry over him, and you weren't sobbing, but you couldn't stop tears from rolling down your cheeks. You didn't know how to break the news to the boys when you couldn't even process it yourself.

              At first you had refused to wake Shawn up, but you ended up crawling back into bed and lifting his arm so that you could put it around you. He mumbled something in his sleep when he felt you cuddle against him, and his grip tightened as he woke up and noticed you were shaking and crying.

"Baby, what happened?" He hugged you tightly when your arms snaked around him to pull him closer. "Did you get a call from the hospital?" He guessed, and you nodded against his chest, hiccuping a small yes.

              He held you through the rest of the night, running his hand over your back and whispering soothing words to you.

"Jesus," You muttered the next morning when you saw yourself in the mirror. "I look like a mess,"

"Still beautiful," Shawn pecked your cheek after he reached in front of you for his moisturizer.

              When he first moved in you laughed at how much space he needed in the bathroom, but now you were used to his routine, and you knew it was the reason his skin was always glowy and smooth.

              You washed your face with cold water, and you quickly got dressed while you rehearsed what you were going to tell the twins in your head. You knew you couldn't lie to them, but you didn't want to use the wrong words.

"Nate, Ben," You got their attention when they were sitting on the couch, and you crouched down next to them. "I've got something important to tell you."

              Shawn went for a walk while you talked to them, he knew you didn't want him to leave, but it was only fair for you three to have that conversation on your own. You wished you could have him next to you because he always gave you the comfort you needed, but you knew you had to do this yourself.

"Late last night the hospital called me because your dad died," You broke the news to them, gauging their reactions to see how much you could tell them. They stayed silent, and you assumed it was the shock, but you could see the tears forming in their eyes. "He died of an overdose, because he accidentally took too many drugs when he wasn't supposed to."

"Da- Daddy's dead?" Ben's voice quivered, and you confirmed it.

              A lot of crying followed, and you hugged both of them tightly to tell them that it would be okay. You held them until Nate pulled away, and you let him go to his room a little before Ben followed.

"How did it go?" Shawn was quiet when he came back to find you seated on the couch.

"Okay, I guess," You let him wrap his arms around your waist so that you could rest your back against his chest. "I just want to talk to them about the funeral."

"What time are you leaving?"

"I don't know yet. Can you come with us?"

"If you want me to,"

"I need you, and I'm sure they do too,"

              You made sure to roughly explain how it would go before you left, so that they would know what to expect, and you asked them if they needed something in particular. You were asked by his mother about the funeral arrangements, and you only asked her to put a picture of him with the kids up somewhere because you wanted them to remember him as someone they had nice memories with.

              You weren't particularly keen on seeing his family, but you were still on normal terms. They didn't know the twins, and as bad as it sounded you hoped they wouldn’t take too much interest in them. You had never really gotten along with them, they were loud and not the most polite people.

              You just wanted this to give you and the twins closure from a man who didn’t care enough about any of you, and you didn’t need them in the middle of it. You had a family, and the twins were well taken care of, you didn’t need them implating their lack of morals into your sons’ brains.

              Months passed by, and it felt like the twins grew every time you blinked. The need for bigger clothes was endless, and they ate more than you could comprehend. Between the running around for the boys and work for Shawn and you, you had managed to find enough time for a wedding.

              It was simple with your families and close friends, it didn’t take months of planning, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. You were slowly learning what life was supposed to be like with Shawn, it was full of spontaneous moments and stupid things that made you all laugh.

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"Who's that?" The lady from the piano lessons asked Ben when Shawn came to pick him up, the lessons were meant to be cancelled but since he missed the last week it was agreed that they would keep this one up. She was used to you coming inside for him, so she checked that he knew Shawn.

"That's my dad!" Ben ran up to him to hug him.

"Hey bud!" Shawn grinned, trying to stop himself from tearing up at what he just heard. "How was today?"

"I played your entire song without making a mistake." Ben said proudly, and Shawn beamed.

"That's so cool, do you think you can show me when we get home?"

"Yes!" He asked to be let down, and Shawn let him walk ahead towards the car where you were waiting.

              It was the last thing you had to do all day before going to his parents' for Christmas, and he was the happiest he had ever been. He knew you and the twins had a surprise for him today, and he had been curious all week, but after hearing him call him dad he didn't need anything else.

              He gave you a curious look when Ben whispered something in your ear right after you got home, and he watched you reply without being able to hear you. Ben disappeared with a giggle to play with his brother, and Shawn kept a smile on his face all day.

"Shawn?" You popped your head in the bathroom as he was getting ready.

"Yes?"

"Did you remember to tell your mom they're allergic to nuts?"

"She knows babe," He reassured you.

"I'm sorry, I'm more nervous than I need to be," You checked your hair again, and he cupped your face to plant a kiss on your lips.

"It's going to be fine, we've been to my parents' for dinner before,"

"Yeah, but this is Christmas," You bit your lip nervously.

"And it's going to be great."

              You arrived at the Mendes house right on time, and Shawn hugged his mom as soon as she opened the door. You followed, and she then crouched down to hug the boys.

              You knew them well enough by now, and you always felt welcome in their home. They asked you if you were going to be with your family before inviting you, and since your parents were away you accepted the invitation, knowing that you could organize something else later to see them.

"Merry Christmas Shawn," You gave him his gift, and he pecked your lips before taking it from you.

              The boys were whispering into each other's ears with giggles, and Shawn looked at them expectantly, eyeing the red envelopes they each held. You gave them an encouraging nod, and they both came up to him, handing the envelopes and speaking at the same time.

"Merry Christmas Daddy!"

              Shawn's jaw practically fell to the floor and his head whipped towards you. You met his look with a smile, and he took the envelopes the boys put in his lap before choking on a sob and covering his mouth with his hand.

"Shawn," You put a hand on his shoulder, and he dragged you against him, crying in your shoulder. "Honey don't cry."

              You couldn't help the tears that fell down your cheeks too, and you both laughed against each other.

"I can't believe you guys planned that," Shawn sniffed, pulling away with a star struck chuckle.

"Open the gifts,"

"I don't need anything more,"

"Just open them," You encouraged with a smile.

              Shawn put them on the side to hug the boys and kiss both of their cheeks, and they stood in front of him as he opened both envelopes to get the papers out at the same time.

              His parents and sister sat together, watching the events unfolding in front of them. Karen knew, of course, you had your insecurities about what you were planning and you had to talk to her about it to figure out whether or not you should do that.

"Are those... Are those adoption papers?"

"Yes," You nodded, and he stayed silent for a few seconds.

"So like, they'd be mine too?"

"Yes," You confirmed, watching his eyes fill with tears again.

"You really wanted to see me cry, uh?" Shawn chuckled, wiping his eyes.

              You knew he was shy about it, so you just hugged him and motioned for the boys to join you. Shawn was drowned underneath all of you holding him, and you didn't pull away until you heard him laugh.

"Well, my turn," Karen smiled once the tears stopped and things came back down.

              You opened the rest of the gifts happily, and you noticed how many things the twins received. Shawn couldn't get over what you gave him, and he spent the rest of the night thinking about it, watching the boys open too many new toys.

              Karen and Manny really spoiled them, and you knew you'd have a hard time finding space for all of it at home, but now you were glad to see them disappear to play with them, giving you a moment with Shawn.

              Aaliyah went with them, and Karen disappeared into the kitchen with her husband to give you space.

"I can't believe you did that," Shawn kissed you, dragging you to him to have you sit on his lap. "I love you so much,"

"I love you too," You caressed his cheek. "So much,"

"You know, I was already all excited when I picked Ben up because when his piano teacher asked who I was he said I was his dad,"

"I know," You giggled. "He told me when we got home, he was scared he ruined the surprise."

"He didn't, I wasn't expecting that,"

"They brought it up themselves, said you could be their dad, so I told them yes, and since Christmas was so close I figured it could wait until then."

"And the adoption papers?"

"I talked to them about that too, but I wasn't sure I should, so I had to call your mom."

"You weren't sure of how I would react?"

"Yeah,"

"Baby, I've never been happier in my entire life."

              Your lips only parted when Aaliyah cleared her throat, and you slid back down to the couch.

"So, I officially have nephews now?" She grinned, and both of you nodded.

"Congratulations, you'll be the first to be called when we need someone to babysit them," Shawn teased, and she laughed.

"I mean, if it's not all the time I'll do it. You know Mom and Dad will do it too, they're going to spoil them so much,"

"Yeah, they've already started," Shawn eyed the mountain of wrapping paper they left behind.

              You all sat together with a warm cup of tea while the boys played in another room. You knew you had to leave them for a while for the excitement to die down before you could put them to bed, and you made light conversation as time passed by.

              Eventually, you went to get them and told them they'd be able to play tomorrow. The guest room was ready for them, and you put them to bed, both you and Shawn kissed them goodnight before you closed the door, happy smiles on your faces.

"We did good Mendes,"

"Yes we did," He beamed, capturing your lips in a quick but passionate kiss. "Let's go to bed."

              You changed into one of his shirts to sleep, and Shawn quickly joined you in bed in a pair of blue Calvin's you had never seen before.

"These look good on you," You tugged at the waistband when you kissed him goodnight, but Shawn had other plans.

"How d'you think they'd look on the floor next to your shirt?"

"Your parents are gonna hear us," You giggled at the idea, but Shawn didn't care.

"That's only if you can't keep quiet." He dipped his head down to your neck, and a sigh left your lips.

"Shawn, your bed fucking creaks." You laughed as soon as he rolled his hips into yours, and he groaned in annoyance. “We both know we’re not going to be quiet,”

“Fine, but tomorrow night,” He kissed your cheek. “When the boys are with my parents and we’re home, I’m getting you all to myself,”

“Deal,” You pressed your lips to his and gently pushed his shoulders to get him off you.

              He obeyed, but not without wrapping an arm around your waist to drag you to his chest until he fell asleep. You were everything he needed, and more than he would have ever asked for.

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Two Pieces

A/N: Hi! My first year of uni is finally over and I have this really cute SoulmateAU I’ve been waiting to post for quite a while, I really hope you guys will like it!

@fourtristattoos .

          You weren't sure of what you were expecting on your first day in this new town. You already had a job, and you were continuing your online degree, so things shouldn't be that difficult.

          You thought the day would go smoothly, and hopefully you'd make a few friends over the next weeks, your plan was just to work, study, keep yourself together and have fun with friends. Your pendant was resting on your chest, still ice cold, and you couldn't figure out for sure what its complete shape was meant to be.

          You would be lying if you said you weren't curious to find out, but even though you had dreamt over finding the missing piece and your soulmate by the occasion as a teenager you were way over that now. You wanted to find them for sure, but you weren't going to let it become a priority in your life. You were going to live as you always had, and if they came along then you'd be happy about it.

          One thing was clear, you didn't need anyone but yourself to be happy, and you were proud of yourself for that. You were settling in a city you knew you'd love while your friends travelled in hope of finding someone to complete them, and while you weren't against a trip around the world the reason behind it seemed futile.

          If you were meant to be why would you have to put that much effort into it? If someone was meant to be with you it would happen, and if not you'd still have your life.

          Your mind was set on that when you walked to work that day, and you found yourself readjusting your necklace several times on your way there. It took you a while to realize how warm it was getting against your skin, and you looked around to see if anyone was fiddling with their necklace.

          You weren't early enough to stop, but it didn't stop you from searching as you walked. It cooled down rapidly, and you had to assume that your soulmate must have gone past you without seeing you either.

          Your head was in the clouds when you made it to work, but you quickly gathered your professionalism back to make a good first impression. You were given a tour of the premises before someone showed you where your office would be.

          You didn't know what your desk would be like, but you were excited to make it look a little bit nicer once you had time to bring some things over from your place. There were three secretaries taking shifts through the day for four of you.

          It was the kind of place that never slept, and the three of them took turns on the night shift so that you could work at any time. You didn't have many rules to follow, a few deadlines and instructions on behavior when on the premises, but you knew you'd love working there.

          A week later you had a journal to organize yourself set on your desk, a cute coffee mug that needed constant refills and a few colored pens you liked using to make notes you took look nicer. You mostly worked on your computer, but you liked hand writing things more than anything.

          As it turned out you didn't need much help, but Sandra, who spent most of her time on the night shift, quickly became your friend as you were more of a night owl. You couldn't help it, you were just more productive when the world was quiet and the stars were out, it just felt calmer.

          Your pendant warming up fell in the back of your mind until a month after you had started work. It happened in the building this time, but you couldn't see anyone new.

          It took you three more days to realize they must be on another floor when it happened again, and you rushed down to the lobby, the most obvious place you could find to be able to see them.

          Surely their necklace felt as uncomfortable as yours did when it was heating up, and you fumbled with it while you waited, your leg nervously bouncing up and down as you sat where you could see everyone coming in and out of the building.

          He spotted you before you even noticed him.

          You had resorted to passing time on your phone, only looking up every once in a while, but the second your necklace felt like it was burning you your eyes locked with his. He stopped dead in his tracks, and the person walking behind him bumped into him.

          He broke out of his trance to apologize, and as soon as the person walked away he turned back to you. Your eyes hadn't left him for a second, and he walked by while playing with his necklace. You still couldn't see its shape, and you gulped when he stood right in front of you.

"Hi," He breathed out.

          God, even his voice was pretty.

"You- the necklace, does it..."

"Does it burn?" He smiled at how cute you were fumbling for your words. "Yes,"

"Should we?" You held yours, and he nodded.

          You brought them together to watch them complete each other, leaning far too close to be able to do that.

"Do you think we're the first to do this?" He giggled. "Or is everyone else smart enough to take them off first?"

"We're probably not first," You leaned back, taking it off while he did the same.

"I'm Shawn, by the way,"

          You told him your name before turning your attention to the way your pendants formed a perfect shape.

"It's a swallow!" Shawn exclaimed, recognising the bird immediately as the pendants that were once black and white filled with thin lines of dark blue.

          The way it was angled had made it impossible for any of you to tell what it was from the separate pieces, but now that you could see it it was obvious that it was a bird.

"How do you know that?"

"I have one tattooed on my hand," Shawn showed you, and you admired it.

          The tattoo itself was gorgeous, but god his hands. You wondered if he was as perfect as he looked. Surely he had flaws, and you could see a few, like the small scar on his cheek. It didn't make him any less beautiful.

          It looked different from the one your necklaces formed, but they were both beautiful.

"What does it mean?"

"My tattoo? I got it because they always find their way home. Guess this could mean we were meant to find each other."

"Shawn, our necklaces complete each other, even if it hadn't been a swallow they were meant to come together," You giggled, and he blushed.

"Right," He put the necklace back around his neck, and you did the same. "So, can I buy you coffee?"

          You spent the rest of the morning together, you knew no one would miss you at work, and you'd come for a few extra hours on another day to make up for it.

          Shawn was lovely, he had a lot of questions, but they weren't prying or creepy, and you were happy to answer all of them while you got to know him too.

          You both agreed that you would take things slow, you knew people who ended up being best friends rather than lovers, and as attractive as Shawn's lips were you didn't want to rush and make a mistake.

          Coffee led to more meeting up during work breaks, and you knew Shawn's career would require him to travel. He wouldn't be there all the time, but you were at peace with it, you could visit each other, and he wouldn't spend his entire life being on tour.

          The day you agreed to a first real date Shawn couldn't stop thinking about you, and you couldn't erase your smile off your face while you worked.

          The disturbance came before lunch time, right before you got up for your second morning cup of coffee. Your necklace was heating up the same way it did when you met Shawn, but you knew it couldn't be him. Both parts had gained their colors, and they cooled down after you had met.

          Still, you looked around curiously, fiddling with it until some guy almost collided into you.

"Oh my god," He noticed the way you were playing with your pendant. "It's you," He grinned, and you gaped at him, your cup shattering on the floor.

"I- What?"

          The necklaces fit, they didn't form a swallow, but another kind of bird none of you could identify, and you had to make some excuse to run away to your office, but not after the guy got your number.

          You had to find out his name through a text, and you felt bad for him, but the idea of keeping that from Shawn made you feel sick. You knew he'd be at his place, he needed a day off to do nothing, and he was more than surprised when you pounded on the door.

"Hey honey, is everything alright?"

          You shook your head and wrapped your arms around his torso until he hugged you back just as tightly.

"I'm so sorry," You whispered, and he guided you to his couch.

"What happened?" He wasn't worried.

          He knew heartbreak was bad, he had experienced it first hand, but he knew you were meant to be with him, and it was the only reason he had placed his heart in your hands without hesitation even though you didn't know it yet.

          You told him the story, you couldn't keep something like that from him, and you watched him close himself off at every word.

"You should talk to him." He dropped, and your eyes widened.

"Are you joking? It has to be a mistake."

"Or it was me." Shawn cut you harshly. "I might have been the mistake,"

"Shawn," You frowned, not knowing where this hostility was coming from. "It can't be."

"You should talk to him," He repeated. "It's not fair to him, and you need to figure out what you want."

"You!" You were pretty sure of that, and you couldn't believe he was telling you to leave with someone else.

"You don't know that,"

"Of course I do, this whole thing is stupid."

"It's not stupid to me! So talk to him, talk to me, whatever, but if you think you ever might regret your decision when you have to pick, don't make it me."

          You were sobbing the entire way back to your place, you thought you had it figured out, the perfect job, city, a cute place, an even cuter soulmate. Hayes destroyed all of it, and it didn't just hurt you, it also hurt Shawn.

          His words felt harsh in your mind, but you didn't need to think over it too much to understand that he had been hurt before, and you understood that he didn't want to go through that again.

          You made your decision easily, right now you only cared about Shawn, and your only concern was to avoid hurting him at any cost. It was your only motivation when you met up with Hayes. You had to be honest with both of them, and you had to be honest with yourself.

          You shared all of that openly with Shawn, but you were more reserved with Hayes. You knew he deserved a chance, but you didn't share as many details with him, and as sweet as he seemed something about him made you uneasy.

          You couldn't tell what it was, and you pushed it in the back of your mind as awkwardness because you might have two soulmates and you didn't know what to do with them.

          Shawn wasn't distant, but he wasn't as close to you as he used to be. He didn't want to blow his chances with you, but he also had to protect himself, and that made him a little less open with you.

          Still, he was a good listener, and he was always there for you with advice when you needed it. You knew that if you called him for something important he'd be there in a heartbeat, and you'd do the same for him, but you missed being able to text him at two in the morning that you wanted ice cream.

          You spent time with Shawn during the day, but you never went on that date. Instead, you tried that with Hayes.

          He felt wrong, and you didn't like it, but if Shawn wasn't ready to make a move you had to prove to yourself that he was the right one for you before you crossed the bridge between you two. You figured the only way to do that was to make sure Hayes wasn't, and it cost you a lot of time and patience.

          The first date wasn't a disaster when it came to the night itself, but the end of it was a nightmare. You had to dodge his goodnight kiss so that it could land on your cheek, and you had to dismiss his invitation to go back to his place three times.

          You were drained after that, but you still agreed to a second one. You knew he wasn't right, and if this next date went just as bad it would be enough proof to go to Shawn and take him on that date.

          Hayes took you to a nice restaurant, and you were grateful for the effort, but you felt uncomfortable in that space. The table was close to the center of the room, and you felt too exposed compared to all the times you had gotten coffee or lunch with Shawn in a quieter corner.

          He had brought you to that same restaurant before, it was a nice and sunny day, and you sat close to a window to have a view of the city. You had fun that time, and you felt comfortable away from everyone's stares, but now that you were with Hayes at night and in a fancier setting you didn't know where to put yourself.

          You escaped to the bathroom as soon as you figured it was socially acceptable, and the first thing you did was text Shawn.

This whole thing is a disaster, can you please come over later tonight?

          He knew you'd be out with Hayes that night, and it wouldn't be the first time you saw each other late at night. Despite how much he tried to stop his feelings from growing he cared about you, and he couldn't tell you no when you said you needed him.

Text me when you're back at you place and I'll be there.

          You knew he'd be waiting for your text, and it made you feel better to be able to see him after that. You pushed through the rest of the date with a massive headache, and when Hayes drove you back to your place you knew something wasn't right.

          You felt too dizzy, and you had never been that weak in your entire life. The lack of reaction from Hayes was worrying enough for you to figure out you needed him to leave, but you were in no state to fight him off when he came into your apartment.

          Instead you played the card of needing the toilet, and you wished your bathroom lock hadn't broken just a few days ago. You could barely see straight, and you hit call on Shawn's contact, begging for him to pick up.

"Hey honey, are you back?"

"Yes," You whispered. "Listen Shawn I need you to come over right now."

"What's wrong?" His relaxed tone turned to worry as soon as he heard the panic in your voice.

"Hayes isn't gone, and I feel really dizzy, and I think he gave me something," You choked on a sob, and you heard Shawn slam the door behind him.

"Are you at your place?"

"I'm in the bathroom, but the lock is broken."

"Listen to me, try to stay awake, and lean your back against the door, can you do that for me?" He put his phone on speaker on the passenger seat as he started driving towards your place, way over the speed limit.

"I don't think it'll hold him back," You felt yourself doze off, but you still dragged yourself to the door to sit the way Shawn instructed you to. The phone fell from your hand to the floor, and you tried to figure out what else he was saying.

          You could vaguely hear his voice coming from the phone, but it wasn't on speaker. You wanted to pick the phone back up to listen to him, but you felt sleepy and nauseous at the same time.

          A wave of terror still washed over you when Hayes tried to push the door open, and you felt your body fall to the side without being able to control your muscles to sit back up.

          When you woke up the first thing you felt were your bare legs against the bed sheets. It wasn't a foreign feeling, but as your brain started working again it felt completely wrong, and a sob shook you.

"Jesus Christ you're awake," You heard Shawn, and a second later he hand his hand on your shoulder.

          You curled into a ball to avoid him, dragging your knees to your chest. Shawn took his hand off, watching you as you realized you were in your own bed with a shirt on. You still had your underwear on, and you tried to calm your shaking before looking at him.

"What happened?"

"Do you remember calling me last night?" Shawn crouched down next to the bed, searching your eyes to figure out whether or not you were okay.

"Vaguely, I remember... I remember Hayes."

"Yeah, he was there, and he's not coming back ever again."

"What happened?"

"Can I sit?" He motioned to the bed, and you nodded, the covers still up to your chin. "Hayes drugged you, you called me when you got home because you felt dizzy." Shawn picked his words carefully because he didn't want you to freak out. "I got there a few minutes after he managed to get to the bathroom, and he was trying to get your clothes off."

          You shut your eyes tightly, you had no memory of anything, and you felt horrible.

"I got rid of him, you didn't pass out but it was close enough, and I helped you get to bed,"

"Whose shirt am I wearing,"

"Um, mine," Shawn replied shyly. "I couldn't find anything before you were going to fall asleep and I figured you wouldn't feel great waking up in your underwear so I helped you put it on."

"How come you still have a shirt on?"

"I had a spare one in my car." He answered your question, knowing that you were focusing on the small things to avoid thinking about what happened. "Listen, Hayes isn't coming back anywhere near you, okay?"

"How do you know?"

"I just do, I won't let him."

"I don't even remember anything," You shuddered at the blank space that was left in your brain. You just wanted to know what had happened for sure.

"I found you in your underwear, he still had all of his clothes on, I promise he didn't have time to do anything."

          You spent a few more minutes asking questions and Shawn answered all of them to help you piece the memories back together.

"Do you want to go and take a shower? I'll make breakfast, you need to eat something."

"Yeah," You nodded, and his hand settled on your shoulder for a second before he left.

          He turned back to you right before getting through the door.

"What's your favorite breakfast food?"

"Whatever you can manage with what I have in the fridge." You offered him a smile, you weren't hungry anyway, and he nodded before closing the door behind him.

          You didn't spend that much time in the shower, you were just eager to get some clothes on and talk with Shawn. He was the only one that could tell you what had happened, and he was the only one you knew you trusted.

          When you made your way into the kitchen Shawn was cracking eggs in a pan, and he turned to look at you when he heard your footsteps.

          You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around him.

"Wait," He put a free hand on your shoulder. "Let me move that before I burn it."

          You gave him space to move the pan off the stove and as soon as that was done he turned his attention to you. He enveloped you in a comforting hug, and you relaxed against him.

          You sat and ate together, you started by picking at your food without being hungry, but the more you ate the better you felt.

          Shawn explained that Hayes, which wasn't even his real name, worked with the makers of the necklaces and that he made copies to get close to people without them being suspicious.

          He had been arrested this morning and several more necklaces were found at his place. It made you feel sick to know that not every woman he drugged had the chance to have someone like Shawn rushing to help them when it happened.

          You found out that Shawn only told you to get to know him because he was afraid of getting hurt. He was scared that if you ever got bored of him you'd know you had another option and you would take it, and he knew his heart couldn't handle it.

          You told him not to apologize, because his worries weren't that surprising when you thought of it. If Hayes, or whatever his name was, had been your soulmate too you would've had two options, but Shawn only had you, and he couldn't lose that.

          You loaded the dishwasher before putting any leftover food away, and when you closed the fridge for the last time you turned around to hug Shawn.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"Why?"

"I should've known you were right for me."

"I knew," You murmured against his chest. "I always knew it was you,"

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Waves

A/N: Written for the vacation theme of the spring art festival organised by @fourtristattoos, I needed something cute and wrote this whole thing in one sitting, it’s 8.7k so I hope you guys enjoy it!

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"Sorry!" Your friend Hannah called out when she hit the ball the wrong way.

              It got out of the court, rolling down the beach towards the sea, and you ran after it. You were so focused on the ball itself that you didn't see the stranger approach to grab it before you until it was in his hands.

              You looked up to his face, slowing your jog as you came up to him. The first thing that hit you were his curls and how adorably they fell on his forehead, but the next thing that attracted you were his eyes. They were the color of honey in the sun, so bright with his smile that he could compete with the sun itself.

"Here you go," He handed the ball to you, and you noticed the tattoo on his hand.

"Thank you," You took it. "You just saved me from having to go in the water,"

"It wouldn't have gone that far,"

"I know, but I'm usually better with my feet in the sand," You replied, glancing at the waves rocking back and forth.

"You don't like the ocean?" Something told him that wasn't quite it, besides, what were you doing on a beach if you wouldn't even dip your toes in the water?

"I don't have anything against it, I'm just not a fan of being in it,"

"Mmh, interesting," His gaze was hard to hold, and you quickly turned away to look at your friends patiently waiting for you to get back.

"Hey, do you want to join the game? We're an uneven number so our teams aren't equal." You dared to ask, because you'd be damned if you didn't get at least one more minute with him. "Unless you have somewhere to be, of course,"

"I'd love to join, I'm Shawn,"

              You introduced yourself before walking back towards the others, his name on loop in your mind. Shawn, such a simple yet beautiful name.

              He was stuck in your head, but it didn't matter. You saw him almost every day when you came to the beach with your friends, and he quickly became part of the group. He was a local, from what you found out, but you were only a from a few towns over, and you refused to think about not seeing him as much as soon as your holiday ended.

              He got along with everyone easily, which wasn't surprising considering all of your friends were nice, but he had a way of making friends with anyone he ran into without effort. He was just nice, and you could tell he cared when you had a conversation with him, he wasn't just talking mindlessly like so many people were.

              He also loved the ocean, he was always in the water or trying to convince you to join, which you refused every time.

"Do you know how to swim?" He worried once, because he hadn't even considered that. It had already been a few weeks, and he hadn't been able to get you to even touch the water.

"Yes, I know how to swim," You chuckled, not moving from your towel and very happy with just tanning or playing volleyball.

"Why then?"

"I don't want to,"

"You're scared," Shawn stated, and you glared at him.

"I'm better on my feet."

"You know nothing can happen to you, right?"

"Can you guarantee that?" You raised a challenging eyebrow, and his response surprised you.

"Yes," He said it with such confidence that you almost believed him. There was no way he could guarantee you wouldn't drown in there.

"Mmh, I'm still not moving,"

              You refused, but now you were considering it. You made a point of avoiding the ocean ever since you almost drowned in it, but you knew you wouldn't risk anything more than in a pool if you had Shawn next to you and you stayed close to the shore.

              You loved the ocean, you were just terrified of going back in it.

              This is what you were thinking about as you sat in the sand at night, the air was warm, and everyone else was asleep. Despite the absence of artificial light you could still see, the moon was shining bright and you could see its reflection on the water. There were barely any waves, just the rocking back and forth of the water that you were listening to.

              Everything was still around you, which helped you notice the form approaching you on your right. You knew you could easily go back into the house if the stranger got too close, but something about him seemed familiar.

              A smile graced your face when you finally got a glimpse of Shawn, and he threw you a little wave even though he kept the same pace. He strolled along to you, and you waited for him to be close before you talked.

"Midnight walk?"

"Something like it, you?" He sat down next to you, looking in the same direction as you to try and figure out what you were focused on.

"Just thinking."

"It's nice, isn't it?" He put his hands behind him and leaned back. "Just listening to the water,"

"It is, I missed it,"

"How come you love it so much but refuse to swim?" He was curious about your answer, because you'd always protested without giving him an explanation.

"I used to swim, all the time, then I almost drowned, and now I'm staying on the beach."

"Do you trust me?"

"For what?"

"Do you trust me?" He asked again, looking at you this time, and when you met his eyes the answer was clear to you.

"Yes,"

"Come with me," He got up, holding his hands out to you, and you obliged.

"Shawn," You bit your lip when he walked towards the water. "No way,"

"Please? I'll be right there, I was practically born in the water, there's no chance anything will happen to you. You'll be in the water but your feet will still touch the sand."

"I just... Not far, okay?"

"Not far," He promised, and you shrugged your dress off. You were always wearing a swimsuit when you were around here, because the rare times you weren't you had to go back and change.

              He held your hand as you approached the water, and you slowed down when the waves tickled your toes. The water wasn't cold, but at night without the sun it still felt cool, and you felt goosebumps raise on your skin.

              Shawn took your other hand in his, and he took a step backwards to make you come a little bit further. You let him, because you still felt in control, and you only stopped when the water reached your waist.

"See?" He whispered, smiling at you.

"Don't let go," Your grip tightened when you felt his hands slip away, and he kept them there.

"I'm right here, nothing can happen to you."

"You don't know that,"

"Listen to me," He got one of his hands back to put it on your cheek. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, I promise."

              You let him bring you further, but you remembered this beach well enough to know that you were only a few steps away from a dip in the sand that would make you lose touch with the ground.

"I'm not going any further." The water almost reached your shoulders, and it was a little lower on Shawn.

"You've got a good five meters before you're too far," He reassured you, but he didn't try to make you go there.

"What if there's a wave?"

"Look," He put his hands on your hips to stand behind you without loosing contact. "Look how calm it is, we'd feel the wind before the waves even start."

              You relaxed slightly, and his arms wrapped around you while you rested your back against his chest. You had forgotten how good it felt to stand there in the water to look at the horizon. You used to just float around, knowing the waves would bring you back to the shore as you admired the stars.

"I forgot how much I missed this," You murmured, Shawn's thumb rubbing tentatively over your stomach.

"It's so calming," His head rested on your shoulder. "I come here all the time,"

"At night?"

"Usually, there's too many people during the day."

"You're not scared? Of being in the water on your own?"

"No," His reply came without hesitation. "I know I don't need to be,"

"How?" You wished you could have that back, that confidence.

"Promise you won't freak out?" He detached himself from you, but you held on to his hand.

"Freak out about what?"

"Just let go of my hand,"

"Can we go back a bit?" You weren't ready to be that deep in the water on your own, and Shawn let you take a few steps back before you let go of him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not going far," He promised before diving underwater, and your eyes widened as you searched for him.

              It took more than a few seconds for you to hear someone break the surface, but what you saw wasn't Shawn. The shape wasn't even human, and you gasped in fear when it jumped out, you could see the reflection of the moon on its blue scales as it shimmied towards you close to the surface.

              It slowed when it got to you, its head popping out to look at you curiously, the same honey eyes you were used to staring right into yours.

"Shawn?" It sounded insane, but you had no other explanation.

              It looked like a dragon, which you knew existed, but they were rare, and you'd never heard of one turning human, let alone live in the ocean.

              When it disappeared back underwater you tried to follow it with your eyes, but without enough light it was impossible, and within seconds Shawn reappeared in front of you.

"How?" Your eyes were wide, but his told you he was scared.

"Please don't freak out?" His voice was small, and his hand was slow when he extended it towards you.

"How did you do that?" You brushed your fingers with his to reassure him, but you weren't ready to link your hands again.

"I'm a water dragon,"

"I didn't even know those existed." You didn't know what to believe, but he had been right there in front of your eyes. "I didn't know dragons could look like humans."

"I am human," Shawn corrected you. "Partly,"

"How?"

"I don't know, it's been like this for ages, if someone in your family can shift then you can too. My mother is like me."

"Why can't any of the others be human?" You bombarded him with another question, but you were satisfied with his previous answer.

"I don't know, I don't know much about them,"

"So you can breathe underwater?"

"Not in my human form, but yes," He responded patiently, and you let your hand into his again.

"And that's why you spend all of your time in the water?"

"I could live there as easily as I live on the ground if I wanted to,"

"What do you eat?" You squinted your eyes at him for a second.

"As a dragon?" He looked amused as he secured your hand in his, and you nodded. "Fish, but I'd rather eat human food."

"That's insane,"

"Maybe it is," He shrugged.

"What else can you tell me?" You looked at the horizon again, and Shawn took it as an invitation to wrap himself around you again.

              His voice flowed like a melody in your ears, and he told you about him and the things he encountered in the water, how it felt to be swimming around the shore and how it felt to go deeper. You listened to him without interrupting, caught up in the feeling of his body against yours and his voice enveloping your senses.

              He didn't stop talking until you shivered against him, and he tightened his arms around you to keep you warm.

"We should go back," He murmured, his thumb rubbing the same soothing motions over your stomach as earlier.

"I don't want to move," You felt too good in his arms, and you didn't want to lose the intimacy once you were back on the shore.

"We have to, you'll get sick. We can come back tomorrow,"

              He brought you back to the beach, and you shared your towel to dry yourselves off a bit. You didn't want to leave, but you were freezing now that you were out of the water.

"Go," Shawn encouraged you when he saw you shiver.

"Can you wait here for me?" You hoped he'd say yes. "I can get you some dry clothes too,"

              Soon enough you were dried and had changed into a pair of shorts with a long sleeved top to warm your skin. You returned to Shawn with a second towel and an oversized sweater you owned, the shorts you handed him were your friend's, but you knew he was so unorganized that he wouldn't notice them disappearing until you put them back.

"Thank you," He took the clothes from you.

              You sat down, looking at the ocean to avoid staring as he changed, and a few seconds later he was laying the second towel down next to yours.

"Come here," He patted it. "It's dry compared to yours."

              You took your place happily, his knees on either side of your body so that he could hold you the way he did in the water. You melted against him, listening to the waves and his heartbeat.

"I can't believe you're a dragon,"

"I'll show you during the day tomorrow," He relaxed against you. "I'll take you swimming."

"No way," You chuckled, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited to try it.

"You'll see," He kissed your cheek, and you might have just turned into a puddle right then.

"What if someone sees you? My friends?"

"I know somewhere no one will be, we'll just have to leave for a little while."

"Where? Every beach is crowded at this time of the year,"

"Not every beach, not the one by the lighthouse,"

"Yes, because it's the creepiest place," You shuddered against him and he chuckled.

"Only because we made it that way,"

"We?"

"A while ago locals started hunting us for fun, and no one could really leave because most of our families have humans in them. We didn't want to hurt anyone, so we staged a few disparitions and it created a myth around that beach."

"So you had to create a fake haunted place?"

"Mmh," He hums against you. "Every once in a while a kid will come back screaming saying something tried to drag him in the water, and we get a peaceful place to shift."

"Are there gonna be others when we go?"

"No," Shawn smiled when you put your hands over his on your stomach. "There aren't a lot of us left around, so just us,"

"Where do you even live?"

"Adelaide Street, why?"

"Dunno, I've been here every summer for years and I've never seen you."

"How long have you owned that house?" He nodded towards it, and you tried to recall what your mother had told you.

"I think it's been in my family before my grand-parents, but I'm not too sure. My parents own it now, why?"

"You've got something different,"

"Something different?" You were having the time of your life spending this summer with Shawn, and you really hoped he wasn't going to bring up the 'You're not like other girls' thing.

"From humans, I think someone in your family might have been like me."

"Didn't you say having one parent as a dragon would be enough?"

"As far as I know, yes, but over more generations I don't know how it would go. Both of my grand-parents were dragons, so it's not like there's been too many humans in my family."

"What makes you think I'm not human though?"

"Your eyes," He let you go so that you could turn and look at him. "Your eyes are so bright, we need it to see underwater, I've never seen a human with eyes that captivating."

"What else?" You whispered.

"You used to swim all the time, and even now that you're scared it's calling you. You can't stop being attracted to the ocean,"

"I could just be some girl with blue eyes and a tendency for things that scare her."

"They're not just blue," Shawn looked amused. "They're bright, it's different. Besides, your family has lived here so long that it's almost impossible they've all been human, this town used to be full of dragons."

"Okay, but I'm still human,"

"Sure," He chuckled, he wasn't convinced but he wouldn't try to tell you otherwise yet, it was good enough that you had accepted him as a dragon in such a short amount of time.

.

              The next day you made up an excuse to leave with Shawn, and you walked hand in hand on the path that lead to the lighthouse. You couldn't wait to see him shift, you weren't able to see much last night.

"Come on," Shawn took his shirt off and let it down in the sand before offering his hand.

You got rid of your clothes before following him in the water, both of his hands in yours once again.

"Okay," You nodded for him to let go. "Show me,"

              Shawn grinned before diving underwater, and soon enough a blue dragon emerged from the water away from you, jumping out and diving back in before swimming towards you. You watched, amazed when he circled around you.

              The water wasn't that deep, but he wasn't huge. His body was long and he had things similar to wings along his back, you'd only seen them expand when he jumped out of the water. He stopped in front of you, his head still underwater as you extended your arm hesitantly to touch him.

              He leaned into your touch, letting your hand glide along his entire body, and you were surprised at how smooth he felt. He looked like he had scales, but they were so thin and polished that they couldn't hurt your hands.

              Shawn enjoyed watching you discover him, and if you were a dragon too you could hear him purr even underwater.

              When he came back in his human form again he brought you back closer to the shore where you could both sit comfortably with the water just over your stomachs.

"Do you get cold when it's not summer?"

"A little, but my scales keep me warm enough when I'm swimming. It's freezing when I get in the water though,"

"So you don't have any of your dragon abilities as a human?"

"Only a few of them,"

"Like what?"

"Mmh, I can tell who else is a dragon, which is why you were so confusing. I'm a good swimmer, even though no one ever taught me anything, and I'm pretty sure I can hold my breath a lot longer than other people can."

"My grand parents used to tell me stories about dragons when I was a kid, I just didn't think they were real."

"What did they tell you?"

"Cool stories about what you can find in the ocean, mostly. I'm guessing they heard them from other family members, they talked to me about how they loved being in the ocean all the time, how they'd barely come to the shore for days sometimes,"

"I've done that before,"

"My grandma used to say they only stopped when they fell in love, and that when they did they'd spend more time out of the water and live here to start a family, because dragons don't fall out of love,"

"That's true," Shawn spoke softly, and you tilted your head.

"What part?"

"Dragons don't fall out of love,"

              You wondered if he was saying that for you, because you definitely felt something. You wouldn't call it love, not yet, but if you spent more time with him you knew that's what it would grow into. You hadn't spent enough time with him to be able to get in a relationship, but you knew that you liked hugging him a little too much, and you liked his company more than anyone else's.

"Does it scare you?"

"It would, if I was falling for a human,"

              You felt a stab at your heart when you heard those words, because it meant it couldn't be you despite the intimacy you had been sharing the night before.

              You switched the subject to something else to stop thinking about it, and when Shawn offered to take you swimming on his back you shook your head. He could stay close to the surface for you to be able to breathe, but you didn't want that with him, not when he was falling for someone else and you were falling for him.

              He understood from your tone that you couldn't be convinced, even though he didn't know why. You kept your hand to yourself on the way back, and Shawn felt lost. He didn't understand the sudden distance you were putting between you two, and he regretted admitting that his feelings were growing for you.

              What he didn't realize was that you considered yourself human, and while he thought you were rejecting him you thought he was the one who cared about someone else. It made your way back to your friends more silent than it needed to be, and Shawn felt his heart squeeze in his chest.

"Where are you going next year?" He broke the silence because he couldn't bear it anymore, and he would rather have a pointless conversation than drown in his thoughts.

"I haven't picked yet," You kicked at a stone in front of you.

              You couldn't decide between two of the universities that had accepted you, and you were still trying to find arguments to pick one rather than the other. When you met Shawn you thought life could be nice around here, so you were thinking of accepting the offer that would let you live in the beach house, and you'd only have to drive about ten minutes to be on campus.

              Now that you knew you'd see him with another girl if you lived here you were ready to give up on your favorite part of the ocean, and you could live in dorms if you accepted your other offer. It was only an hour away from another coast, and you could still go to the beach every once in a while.

              Shawn knew what your two choices were, and his heart dropped when you told him you still didn't know. You had talked about it last night, saying it would be nice to be here, but he felt like his words had made you reconsider.

"I'm sure you'd do great in both," He replied lamely, not knowing where to put himself.

              In that moment he only wanted to dive back into the water so that he could disappear in the depth of the ocean for a while. He just wanted to go back to the moments you had been sharing, get rid of the awkwardness and start all over again.

              You were both hiding how miserable you were for the end of the day, and your friends didn't pick up on it. Shawn did, as soon as you refused to get back in the water even though you were fine with him less than an hour ago.

"I probably shouldn't have said that, earlier," Shawn sat next to you on the beach, avoiding the water to be with you this time.

"About what?"

"About you,"

"What are you talking about?" You turned to him, he hadn't been talking about you as far as you knew.

"About... About falling for you," He mumbled, he didn't want to repeat it because it had created enough damage already.

"Me?" Your eyes widened as things clicked into place. "You said she wasn't human,"

"I mean, yes, you're human, but you're also like me,"

"You meant me?"

"Yeah," He whispered. "Isn't that why you've been acting weird since?"

"Shawn," You chuckled, your heart about to beat out of your chest. "I thought you were talking about some other girl,"

"What? No, no god, I wouldn't have been holding you like that last night if there was someone else,"

"Yeah, that's what I figured," You took his hand with a smile.

"Jesus we're so stupid," He shook his head before pulling on your hand to make you fall towards him, and your chest collided with his as he hugged you.

"You meant me?"

"Of course I meant you,"

"Good," You felt too warm, but you still didn't want to pull away. "Because I'm falling for you too."

"Can we go swimming then?" He asked hopefully, and you leaned back with a chuckle.

"We can go in the water, but I'm not going too far,"

"What about tonight?" He walked next to you towards the water. "If I shift, will you swim?"

"Guess you'll have to come by and see."

"What the hell?" One of your friends exclaimed when she saw you walk in the water with Shawn. "How did you convince her?"

"It took me a while," He held your hand underwater because he knew you still needed it.

              You spent the rest of the day together, and when night came you waited for everyone to be asleep to meet Shawn on the beach.

"Ready?" He grinned, a bundle of dry clothes and a towel already down in the sand.

"No," You replied truthfully, setting your things down next to his.

"You've got nothing to worry about. You know how to swim by yourself, and I'll be there as well,"

"Promise you won't take me too far?"

"I promise, just a little further from last time,"

"How much further?"

"Let's do something, if I feel you tap my shoulder twice I'll immediately come back to the beach, deal?"

"Okay,"

"I promise you're safe," He took both of your hands to pull you close before settling them on your hips. "I've got you."

"Let's go before I back out," You breathed out, taking his hand and walking along with him in the water until you knew you were far enough for him to shift.

"I have wings, I need them when I jump out of the water, so just put your legs in front of them, alright?"

"You're planning on jumping with me on your back?"

"Not yet," He chuckled. "It's just so I can move comfortably,"

"Okay, and two taps on your shoulder, right?"

"Yes, just hold on to me, I'm tougher than I look so no matter what you do it probably won't hurt,"

"Okay,"

"I'll start of slow so you can get used to it, are you ready?"

"No, but let's do it."

              He shifted underwater, and you wished you could have seen the process, but when he put himself next to you to wait for you to get on his back you were already amazed.

              Your hand ran over his body once before you took place the way he told you to. You could feel his muscles move when he started swimming forward slowly at first, and you laughed out loud at how insane the entire situation was.

              He wasn't going very fast yet, but the water was moving around you and you had to hold on to him to keep your balance. Shawn could feel you on top of him, and he made sure you were steady before picking up the pace.

              He didn't swim straight towards the horizon, he knew you wouldn't like going far, so instead he moved parallel to the beach to let you get used to it.

              It was like a dream to be in the water again, and you could see the lights along the shore move past you while you laughed, letting Shawn take you even further without even worrying about anything.

              This is where you used to come and swim on your own, and with Shawn you felt safe again. He couldn’t hear you, but he could feel the vibrations in your chest as you laughed, and he dared to take a sharp turn that made you yelp because you lost your balance for a second.

              You tapped on his shoulder once as a warning, and he slowed down even though he knew you were okay. You leaned forward, keeping your head out of the water as he swam slower so that you could fully enjoy your surroundings.

              The stars were bright and you could see their reflection on Shawn’s scales and the water flowing around you. It was a beautiful sight, and an even better feeling. You would never have gone back so far on your own, but Shawn managed to make you feel safe and when you looked back you realized just how far you were.

              The shore was just a line in the horizon, and you tapped on his shoulder twice to get back. He knew you weren’t panicking, but it was already a big enough deal for a first night, so he turned around in a large circle so that you could stay steady.

              The lights progressively came closer, and once you were close enough Shawn let you down. You walked to where the water reached your knees before he swam away fast, giving himself a minute to swim deeper and jump out of the water a few times in the distance.

              You admired him with a smile, waiting until he appeared back a few meters away from you in human form.

“That was insane!” You moved as well as you could through the water to tackle him in a hug, and he laughed, wrapping his arms around you as he fell and the water splashed around you.

“You liked it?” He grinned, getting back up with you and wiping his curls back away from his forehead.

“I loved it, thank you,” You were met with a warm smile, his honey eyes glowing in the moonlight.

“I’ll take you again,”

“I can’t believe you swim so fast,” You walk back to the dry sand with him. “I mean, one second you were next to me and two seconds later you were all the way over there jumping out.”

“I’ll show you, as soon as you want me to,”

“How?”

“If you can hold your breath for a few seconds and lie down against my back I can swim just as fast, I’ll just stay right under the surface.”

“Oh, wow, okay, I’m not ready for that but also can we?”

“Not tonight,” He chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“What happens if you shift out of the water?” You ask as you dry yourself and wrap your towel around you.

“Oh no,” He shakes his head and scrunches up his nose. “I’ve done that once to see, and it’s never happening again.”

“Why?” His reaction made you giggle.

“I can’t walk, so I’m just flapping around like a stupid fish that’s just been caught, and to top it all off I’ll be covered in sand. No, thank you.”

“You could shift mid air when jumping into the water if it’s deep enough,”

“I mean, technically yeah,” He conceded. “But then again part of keeping our secret includes that we need to shift underwater. It’s kind of obvious if I go from human to a dragon that’s three times my size where everyone can see it,”

“You’ve got a point,” You pushed the straps of your wet swimsuit off your shoulder and put your t-shirt on before tugging it down to get rid of it.

              You both turned away from each other, towels wrapped around each other as you quickly changed into your dry clothes. Shawn took his spot on his towel like he did the other night, leaning on his arms behind his back, and he gave you an inviting look to settle between his legs.

              You happily took your place, loving the way he immediately pressed his chest against your back and snaked his arms around your waist. His head rested on your shoulder to admire the view, and you shivered at the feeling of his skin brushing against your cheek.

“You’re really still hesitating between your two choices?” He dared to ask, he was scared to break a beautiful moment, but he was even more scared of you moving miles away from him.

“No,” You covered his hand with yours. “I’m staying here,” You kissed his cheek, and his smile grew on his face.

“So I’ll get to see you all the time?”

“I mean, I’m here to study and because I love this place before anything, but yes, I’m going to be in this house all the time and we can go swimming whenever.”

“Whenever? Get ready for this winter,” He grinned, and you laughed.

“Okay, maybe not whenever,” You corrected. “We can go more this summer, but don’t count on me too much when it gets really cold.”

“We’ll see about that,”

              The fact that he wanted to be out there on the beach with you by next winter made you feel fuzzy inside. You were ready to start studying and make new friends, and you had always been attracted to this place. Shawn was an addition to it all that secured your decision, you knew you’d meet new people, but it was daunting to just go to some random university with strangers.

“When are you moving in for real?” His thumb rubbed over your stomach mindlessly as he took the time to appreciate being close to you knowing he had all the time in the world to be with you.

“I’m heading back in a week or two with everyone, then I’m packing and I’ll be back a few days later,”

“I can’t believe you’re going to be staying here,”

“I’ve always wanted to,” You listened to the waves rocking back and forth as you spoke. “I love this place, I always have, I’d miss it too much if I moved really far away,”

“I’d miss you too much if you moved really far away,”

“I’d miss you too,” You turned around in his arms to face him, kissing the tip of his nose.

              You really wanted to go for his lips, but you also liked the way you were now. It was easy, more than friends, but nothing official, and it was fun. You liked the flirting and the slow admission of feelings while you got to know each other better.

              Shawn smiled, cupping your cheek without making a move even though he desperately wanted to kiss you too. You stared at each other for a few seconds before the wind made you shiver, and Shawn dragged you against him to keep you warm.

“Are you cold?” He rubbed his hands over your back, you chest pressed against his.

“Not anymore,” You chuckled melting into his embrace.

              The position you were in was quite uncomfortable, so you shifted a bit and Shawn let you go so you could move.

“It’s getting really late,”

“We can go inside,”

“Won’t we wake the others up?”

“It’s fine if we stay quiet,” You shrugged, but you’d be stuck in the living room since you had to share bedrooms with each other so that you could all fit.

“It’s okay, I’ll meet you back here in the morning.” He kissed your forehead, and you let him go, knowing you’d see him again every day until the end of the holiday.

.

“Shawn!” You exclaimed when he walked into the house after your mother invited him in, and he opened his arms to hug you tightly.

              You ran to him, wrapping your arms around his torso so that you could feel at home again.

“I’ve missed you,” He smiled, looking down at you.

“I know it’s been less than a week, but I missed you too,” You let go because your parents were around, but it didn’t erase the grin on your face. “What brings you here?”

“Well you’re moving in, so I just wanted to know if you needed help, plus I got you a welcome gift,” He hands you a little packet, and your smile widens.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to,”

“You’re welcome, you can just open it later,” He followed you to what would be your room while your parents tried to organize your books on the shelves in the living room.

              You set it down on your nightstand, knowing you’d rather open it when your parents were gone later tonight, and Shawn helped you move things around.

“Jesus, how much stuff do you have?” He laughed at all the boxes, a few more of them labelled ‘books’

“Um, too much?” You unpacked your clothes and tried to organize your closet. “I just figured I’d rather not leave anything I could miss, I’m planning on being here for a while so it’s only fair.”

“Yeah, where do you want me to put this one?” He showed you a box filled with the minimum of decorative objects that meant something to you.

“You can put them on these shelves if you want,” You pointed to the wall next to your bed. “Just be careful with them,”

“Of course, what are they?”

“Just a few things that have memories attached to them,”

“Any particular way you want them?”

“As long as they all fit I don’t mind,” You folded yet another top. “This is so weird, but I’m so excited.”

“Living on your own is weird at first, but it’s nice, you’ll get used to it.”

“How was it for you? C’mon, give me some advice,”

“Honestly? It was cool for a few days, and then I had to have people over because I was bored out of my mind.” He arranged the shelves as well as he could, taking a few steps back to take it in before moving things around again. “My parents aren’t that far so my mom comes around all the time, and I constantly have friends over because I hate being alone there,”

“Yeah,”

“I’m not saying it’s going to be bad, it’s nice to have a place to yourself, but it’s just good to stay busy,” He caught himself quickly, he didn’t want to ruin your excitement of finally moving in alone.

“Once my classes start I’ll probably have stuff to do, besides I’ll meet a lot more people, you’re the only one I really know around here.”

“Knowing you it’ll be hard not to make friends, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” He smiled. “If not, I’m never very far, and you should meet my friends too at some point, I’m sure you’d get along,”

“Where were they over the summer?”

“Most go on holidays with their families, so they weren’t around too much, but you’ve got to meet Brian,”

“Brian sounds like a cool guy,” You agreed, you wanted to make your own group of friends, but you couldn’t not meet his best friend.

“I’ll see when he’s free, and you’ll get to see my house,”

              You spent the rest of the afternoon trying to organize the house with the new things you brought in, and eventually it all looked like you could live in it. It was already good before, but you needed it to be yours.

              Your parents left you before dinner, knowing you were used to being here, and you said goodbye without too much emotion since they were only a few hours away.

“I can’t believe I live here,” You turned on yourself to look around. It was your dream place, and while you weren’t sure you’d be there forever you knew you felt good in this town and in this house.

“Me neither,” Shawn smiled, when he met you he was scared he wouldn’t see you anymore when the summer ended, yet here you were, moving in a few minutes away from him right next to one of his favorite spots along the beach.

“So,” You went back to your room, grabbing the small gift and sitting on the bed. “What is it?”

“Open it,” He smiled, watching you carefully unwrap it to discover a blue box.

“That’s so pretty,” You watched it shine with the light the same way his scales did.

“Found it in a craft store, I thought it would suit the gift,”

“I love it,” You hadn’t even seen what was inside yet, but you knew you’d keep the box and use it again.

“That’s not even the gift honey,” Shawn smiled, you managed to make the tiniest things feel important, and he loved you for it.

              You slowly opened it to reveal another shiny blue object, but it was different this time. It had a brighter reflection with different shades of blue, and it was attached to a thin silver chain.

“Is that…” You voice trailed off and you took it in your hand, turning it between your fingers to admire it.

“One of my scales? Yes,” He smiled.

“How did you make it?” You took the necklace out of the box, watching the pendant shine.

“I don’t usually lose them, but you know I’m clumsy, and I kinda hit a rock really hard while I was swimming. I wanted to find something meaningful, and it just fell and I thought I could make a necklace out of it.”

“It’s gorgeous,” You held it in your hands. “Thank you so much, I love it.”

“Can I?” He asked, and you gave it to him so that he could put it on you. “I know you don’t know many people around just yet, but at least you’ve always got me,”

“I’m never taking this off,” You played with it around your neck for a second before engulfing Shawn in a hug. “Thank you,” You kissed his cheek, and he smiled while he held you against him.

“You’re welcome,” He still held your waist for a few seconds after you pulled away.

“You’re the best,”

“I mean, I’m just really clumsy,” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve still got a bruise from it,”

“When was it?”

“The day you left,” He followed you through the back door to the beach, and you both sat in the sand. “I went swimming for a while, and I was having fun going fast but obviously it’s not that easy when I go deep and it gets dark,”

“I wish I could go and see that,”

“You’re scared of going far when you’re over the surface and now you want to dive deeper?” He laughed.

“I’m not scared when I’m with you,” You protested. “And I know I can’t, but I like the way you talk about it,”

“Would you let me take you somewhere?” An idea popped in his head.

“Where?”

“There’s an island, maybe twenty minutes away from here when I swim, it would take a bit longer with you but we could go,”

“You want me to swim all the way to an island?” You raised an eyebrow, because there was no way you would.

“It’s very small, and I’d be swimming,” He explained. “I’m not expecting you to say yes now, but in I want to show you, at some point,”

“It’d be nice, but it’s probably better if I just get used to swimming again first, you know?”

“Whenever you’re ready,” He smiled, watching you fidget with the pendant around your neck. “You really like it?”

“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d never take it off, besides it has a significance, it’s not just a necklace, is it?”

“How do you know about it?” He wasn’t that surprised that you figured it out, but he thought he would tell you himself.

“Despite what you think, I do know people in town,” You smiled. “I did my research on water dragons.”

“And you’re okay with it?” He checked, he was going to tell you the details, but the fact that you were wearing it and already knew made his heart swell with happiness.

“I don’t know everything, but yes, I choose to wear it.”

              You chose to wear it like you chose to be with him. You weren’t official, but the scale marked you as his, and you wanted that. You needed to talk more, to get to know each other’s habits better before you could get into a relationship.

              You liked the way he was taking his time, you had only been together over the summer holidays, but both of your lives were going to change and you didn’t know how you’d fit with each other when that happened.

              He was yours, and you were his, but you weren’t risking the link you clearly shared until you were sure you could sustain it and let it grow into something bigger. The necklace was a promise, but you weren’t in a rush to fulfill it.

“It’s an old tradition, dragons used to give scales to their human partners so that others would know they were part of our world. You’re important to me, and you’re going to be busy with school so I might not get to see you as much as I did all summer, so that way you’ve always got a part of me with you.”

“You live right next to me, I’ll always have time for you,”

“I hope so,” He opened his arms for you, and you took your usual position between his legs with your back against his chest.

      ��       Those nights on the beach became a ritual, you only had a few days left before your classes would begin and you wanted to make the most of it with Shawn. You met Brian a few times, and you spent most of your days on the beach.

              Your favorite time was around sunset, sometimes you’d have dinner with Shawn, and sometimes it would just be you until he walked along the beach to get to your house. You always met him there and watched the waves together.

              It was peaceful, and it felt like you were the only people in the world. The first few weeks of uni were a mess for you, it was hard to get used to the rhythm while participating in activities to meet people, but those moments with Shawn calmed you down.

              Things had changed in the last three months since you left your hometown, and Shawn was the one consistent thing you had since. He brought you back to what you considered your normal life, and he helped you forget the stress of studying and socialising.

              You liked your time alone, but somehow Shawn never felt like he was intruding, you could still relax and be yourself when he was there, and you could both sit in comfortable silence when none of you felt like speaking.

              That night it took a few hours for Shawn to meet you on your usual spot on the beach. You had agreed that since it was your first day of real classes (instead of introductory lectures) and not going out (you had been through too many bonding activities already) you’d have dinner together, but you still had to figure out what you both wanted to eat.

              You couldn’t agree, but you ended up swimming for a bit, and as soon as Shawn shifted back to his human form he tried to convince you to get the one thing you despised: sushi.

“Shawn no!” You shrieked as he pulled you underwater.

              You tried to escape his grasp, but you couldn’t do anything against his arms around you until he helped you come back up to get some air.

“Sorry what did you say? I didn’t hear that right for some reason,” He smirked while you wiped your face.

“I hate you,” You were thankful he kept you somewhere that wasn’t very deep, but you didn’t appreciate being dragged underwater much.

“Wanna take that back?” He raised an eyebrow, and you gave him a defying look. “Alright then,” He grabbed your waist and kicked your legs from underneath you with his own to push you down again, and you gasped for air as you came back up.

“Okay, okay stop!” You held your hand up in surrender. “You win that one.”

“Yes!” He exclaimed with a grin while you shook your head desperately.

              You were competitive, but you didn’t stand a chance against Shawn in the ocean. He was too comfortable with the way the water moved for you to even try to stop him.

“All of that over dinner,” You dodged his hand when he tried to grab yours.

“C’mon,” He gave you a smile that made you melt. “What’s so wrong with sushi?”

“If you want to eat raw fish you can go get it in the ocean,” You shuddered.

“You can get noodles, or some type of rice, it doesn’t have to be sushi.”

“But that italian place had the lasagna of my dreams,” You pouted, and he managed to grab your hand to pull you closer.

“I’ll make you a deal, come swimming with me tomorrow and I’ll order from that italian place after it.”

“I was already going to come swimming with you.”

“Then I’m just going to get you your favorite food,” He shrugged, and your smile brightened.

“It’s a deal.” You squeezed his hand before you let go to dry yourself off.

              It wasn’t late, but the wind had picked up while you were in the water and you were both freezing until you made it back into the house. You ordered the food while Shawn changed, and when he came back while you were still in your swimsuit you felt weirdly exposed.

              It wasn’t the first time you were like that together, but it was usually outside, and you felt out of place being the only one half naked inside. You wrapped your towel back around yourself, but not before his eyes trailed over you, and he gave you a soft smile.

“You know you’re beautiful, right?” He looked you in the eyes, and you had to look down as you blushed.

“Um, guess I do now?”

“I’ll remind you,” He kissed your forehead before letting you go and change.

              You took a quick shower to rinse the salt water from your skin before putting a pair of shorts and a flowy t-shirt back on, and you found Shawn on your couch casually scrolling through his phone.

“Food should be there in five to ten minutes,” He informed you, holding a hand out for you to join him.

              You took it, planning on sitting next to him, but he had other plans and you soon found yourself stumbling over him.

“Shawn!” You exclaimed with a blush when his free hand settled on your thigh.

              He had managed to make you fall on top of him, and you ended up straddling his lap with your knees on either side of him on the couch. He didn’t respond, but his thumb rubbing on your bare thigh made you shiver, and you just about melted when he cupped your cheek.

              Your eyes flickered to his lips, and you saw his do the same before you stared at each other for a second.

“Can I?” He murmured, and you gave him the smallest nod, leaning in and closing your eyes before you felt his lips against yours.

              You smiled into the kiss, his lips soft against yours as he let his hand wander from your thigh to your waist. You were about to deepen the kiss when the doorbell interrupted you, and Shawn groaned against your lips.

              You giggled as you pulled away, escaping his grasp to answer the door and get your food. You thanked the delivery man, and when you turned back to the living room Shawn pouted at you and made grabby hands.

“Please come back,” One of his curls fell on his forehead, and you didn’t feel like you could say no to him.

              You placed the food on your coffee table before sitting back down in his lap and cupping his cheek to kiss him softly.

              Shawn smiled against you, securing you against him to have you as close as possible. He never wanted to let go, and he was ready to put everything he had into this relationship.

              You were barely together and he was already all in, not because he knew you couldn’t fall out of love with him, but because he knew you’d make it work even in the hard times, and he was ready to spend the rest of his summers with you.

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