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ificanthaveu · 4 years

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One Thing Left To Do || Shawn Mendes

Description: It’s Christmas Eve, and you have a million things to think about. But Shawn’s only thinking of one: the ring in his pocket.

Description per my notes (aka a jumbled mess): a Christmas engagement yeet, Christmas eve with your family?

A/N: DAY 3!! This is like my Christmas Eve, and this is my dream come true so please enjoy my loves

Word Count: 3.2k

12 Days of Ficmas

Your flight got in two hours later than planned. Of course, this is what you get for thinking you could fly into your hometown on Christmas Eve. You and every other person in the world trying to get home in time for Christmas.

You were supposed to be at your grandma’s at 5:00 for your traditional Christmas Eve. It was your favorite day of the year, filled with family, food and the same traditions you’d been doing your whole life, and the fact that you might be late made you more anxious than ever.

But Shawn comforted you through it all. Working with the airline and even switching your flights around to make sure the two of you arrived home on time. You had wanted to stop at your parents’ house and get ready, but the plane would be arriving at 4:00 and your grandma’s house was a 45-minute drive from the airport.

So here you and Shawn were, walking into your grandma’s house, wearing sweatpants, sweatshirts, and beanies. You were so frazzled that there were a lot of things you weren’t noticing.

You were so nervous, you couldn’t even tell how nervous Shawn was. The constant shifting and squirming. Clutching his backpack tighter than usual. Not wanting you to go in his bag. Making sure the side pocket was always zipped tight with a rubber band wrapped around the zippers to make it extra secure.

But it didn’t matter. Because it was 5:00. You were with Shawn. And you were home.

You walked into your grandma’s small house, you and Shawn both lugging your suitcases in with you to freshen up before dinner. There was a chorus of hellos as you walked into the kitchen, kicking your boots off to the side and enveloping your grandma in a hug.

You didn’t notice the look your dad gave Shawn.

You didn’t notice the wink Shawn gave your aunt when he noticed her good camera sitting on the kitchen table.

You simply shuffled off to the bathroom, Shawn on your tail.

You shut the door and sighed as you sat down on the edge of the bathtub for a second, running your hands over your face.

“You can breathe now,” Shawn reminded you, also trying to remind himself, as he kneeled down next to you and rubbed your knee lightly.

“I know. This is the last time we try to travel on Christmas Eve,” you said. Shawn nodded his head in agreement, standing back up, stripping off his sweatshirt and replacing it with his sweater, changing his sweatpants into his black jeans.

You threw on your sweater dress and threw your hair up in as cute of a messy ponytail as you could manage. You swiped on some mascara and threw the rest of your things back in your suitcase. Shawn leaned against the door, admiring how effortlessly beautiful you always looked.

You stood back up and looked at him with a small smile.

“Ok, I’m done stressing,” you said before taking a deep breath and letting it out shakily. “Ok, maybe not. But I’ll be there eventually. I just need some mashed potatoes.”

Shawn shook his head at you slightly as he opened the bathroom door, grabbing both of your suitcases.

“I can bring them up,” he said when you tried to grab yours.

“Second room on the left,” you whispered before pecking his cheek.

Shawn turned the opposite way of you and walked up the stairs with his backpack and the suitcases.

You didn’t notice your cousin and aunt slip behind you and follow Shawn upstairs.

Your cousin Kimmy closed the door softly behind your aunt Beth as Shawn sat on the edge of the bed.

“You brought the ring?” Beth said.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I bring the freaking ring?” Shawn said, his voice shaking. He grabbed his backpack, unwinding the rubber band and unzipping it, pulling out the little velvet box. He opened it to show Beth and Kimmy, and they both gasped.

“She’s going to love it,” Kimmy said quietly, willing herself not to cry just yet, knowing she would completely lose it when she’d see the look on her face.

“Do you have the wrapping paper?” He asked frantically.

Beth nodded her head and grabbed the paper she had tucked away in the corner. She held her hand out for the box, and Shawn didn’t move.

“You’ll be careful?” Shawn said in that one voice he’d get when he was nervous.

Beth smiled softly at him, sitting down in front of the paper.

“Of course, it won’t leave my sight. It’ll be the only gift wrapped in this blue wrapping paper,” she said, peeling it up so Shawn could see the obvious wrapping.

He nodded his head and handed her the box. She quickly wrapped it up in the bright blue wrapping paper and stuck a tag on it.

Kimmy handed her the marker, and she wrote down the last number.

“So, how does this work again?” Shawn asked, wanting to go over the plan for the millionth time, somehow acting like he hadn’t called Beth 30 times this past week.

“It’s storytime Yankee swap. Like we’ve done before. Kimmy and I have tested and retested the story a million times. So as long as there are two people to the right of me and between [Y/N], and I start with the ring, she’ll end up with it at the end of the story. It’s the last number, which means she’s the last to open her gift. Every time the story says left, the gifts move to the left. Every time the story says right, they move to the right. And I didn’t bring a gift, to make up for the extra being the ring,” Beth explained.

“And everyone is here who is supposed to be, and there’s no one extra that’s doing the game that will screw this up,” Kimmy chimed in.

A soft knock on the door made all three of them jump. Beth threw the box at Shawn, and he tucked it behind a pillow.

“Shawn?” You said as you slowly opened the door. Beth quickly sat on the chair in the corner, throwing the paper behind it, and Kimmy leaned casually against the window sill.

Your eyebrows furrowed, seeing all three of them sitting in there.

“What’s taking so long?” You asked.

It was hard to hide the panic on Shawn’s face, not that you would notice anyway. He looked at Kimmy desperately as she stood up and walked towards you.

“You didn’t tell us that you hadn’t filled him in on what was going on with Dave’s new girlfriend? We had to tell him up here so Dave didn’t overhear,�� she said.

You sighed and shook your head, “I completely forgot.” You looked over at Shawn. “She’s the worst. Thank God she's not here.”

“Yeah, thank God,” Shawn said, willing his voice to stay steady.

“And Mom spilled coffee on her sweater and had her bag in here, so she had to change and throw the other one back up here. You know how she is,” Kimmy said as she gave you that look.

You nodded your head, returning the look to her. You didn’t notice the shocked look Shawn gave Beth at how well your cousin just crafted the perfect lie.

“Well, everyone’s here, and Grandma said the food is ready,” you said with a big smile before turning away and walking out.

The three of them collectively let out the breath they were holding as Shawn plopped back onto the bed.

Beth grabbed the box from behind his head and grabbed the gifts you and Shawn had brought. She tucked the ring in between two other small gifts, knowing you wouldn’t notice when she slipped it in with the other Yankee swap gifts.

The three of them walked downstairs a minute after you. The nerves were written all over Shawn and Beth’s faces as Kimmy stayed as cool as ever. She rested a hand on Shawn’s shoulder, squeezing lightly.

“She’s going to know something’s up if you don’t stop being so tense,” she whispered harshly.

Shawn shot her a look before nodding his head, taking a deep breath and going to find you.

“Hey, Aunt Beth?” You yelled from your seat on the couch, your plate piled high with all of your grandma’s specials.

“Yeah?” She said as she sat across from you.

“Did you number the Yankee swap gifts yet? Because if not, Shawn and I can go do it once we’re done eating,” you offered.

You didn’t notice him tense up next to you.

Beth smiled softly and shook her head, “No, Kimmy and I got it already.”

“Man, I move away for barely a year, and you’re already handing off my jobs to other people. It’s like tradition means nothing to you,” you said sarcastically as Beth shook her head at you.

“Change is good every now and then,” she said with a wink.

Shawn simply nodded his head as he took a bite of his food, barely wanting to eat since his nerves took up most of his stomach. He stealthily slid some of his food onto Kimmy’s plate when she sat next to him. He glared at her before she could say anything, and she simply nodded her head once it clicked. You didn’t notice.

Everyone finished eating dinner and moved on to dessert. You grabbed a piece of chocolate cake and sat on the floor with your cousin’s baby girl Alison who had just turned one a few weeks before. She climbed her way into your lap, and you went between feeding her a bite and feeding yourself a bite.

Shawn stayed off to the side, watching you as he leaned against the wall. Your dad came up behind him, clearing his throat. Shawn looked over at him, and your dad simply motioned for Shawn to follow him with a nod of his head. Shawn looked at you once more to make sure you were distracted before he followed your dad outside.

He shut the door quietly behind him, crossing his arms across his chest as he stood with your dad.

“Who all knows?” He asked, glancing at the door to make sure no one followed them.

“Just you, Mrs. [Y/L/N], Beth and Kimmy,” he said, his voice shaking from the cold, but mostly the anxiety.

“Are you nervous?” Your dad asked carefully.

Shawn nodded his head a little too quickly. “This idea is perfect, but one tiny thing goes wrong, and suddenly Grandma has the ring.”

Your dad nodded along as Shawn thought of every possible worst-case scenario.

“Beth has this figured out perfectly. She literally had a drawing of everyone and tapped out the story at least a hundred times,” your dad reminded him.

Shawn nodded his head, letting out a breath.

“She’s going to say yes,” your dad reminded him.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Shawn said quickly. “I hope. Still freaks me out,” he said quieter. “I just can’t believe she’d want to spend forever with me.”

“Yeah, me neither,” your dad said with a chuckle. Shawn forced a laugh out, knowing he was joking before they turned around to go back inside.

You never even noticed he was gone.

Shawn took a seat next to you on the ground, making faces at Alison as she laughed at him uncontrollably. You looked between Shawn and Alison, feeling your heart grow three sizes.

“Ready for gifts?” Your grandma said as she practically skipped into the living room.

Your family gathered around the small living room, first doing the gifts to individual people. Shawn glanced to the right, making sure there were two people between Beth and you. Thankfully, Kimmy and your grandma were there. Kimmy smiled at Shawn and subtly gave him a thumbs up. He glanced behind Beth, seeing her camera and the blue box sitting on the ground behind her to ensure she started with it and no one else grabbed it first.

Your grandpa situated his Santa hat on his head and handed out gifts one by one. You had gotten a scarf, a new sweater and a blanket from your aunt and your grandparents. Shawn got a new travel mug and sweatpants that you told your grandparents to buy him. The two of you had also gotten a new doormat for your house.

“Yankee swap time!” Your mom said excitedly as Beth pulled out the story and the instructions.

“Ok, we’ve all done this, but someone always screws it up so here are the rules again,” Beth said as she stood up. Everyone grumbled in defense, but they all knew it was true.

“When I read the story, if I say right, the gifts go right. If I say left, the gifts go left. All the presents are numbered. Once the story is done, the number one opens theirs. Number two can steal that one or open their gift, and so on and so forth,” Beth read off the sheet. “Everyone grab a gift,” she finally said.

You were closest to the table, so you turned to it and started handing down gifts. Once you were turned, Beth grabbed the blue wrapped box and set it on her lap.

You didn’t notice.

Everyone had their gift, and the story began.

“It was Christmas Eve night, and everything felt right,” Beth said, exaggerating “right,” and everyone moved the gifts right. Your younger cousin being the only one who screwed up, as he still didn’t really know his directions.

“Everyone was gathered at the blue house on the left of Sycamore Street,” she said as everyone passed the gifts to the left.

Beth continued with the story, emphasizing every time she said “right” or “left.” Shawn’s eyes followed the blue box around the circle as he could feel his heartbeat out of his chest.

The ring was two people away from you, being in your mom’s hands.

“But as I said, everything felt right. The tree was just right, but the family. The family was, of course, just right,” she said as Shawn held the ring in his hand, slightly panicking when he thought it was the end of the story.

“There was only one thing left to do,” Beth said as she folded up the papers and everyone passed their gifts once more, the ring ending in your hands.

The double meaning of the last line was lost to everyone but a few as they started figuring out who had the first gift. Your grandma opened up a pack of presidential Pez dispensers as everyone laughed. Your cousin was next, followed by your brother and so on.

Shawn was somewhere in the middle as he opened up a set of picture frames.

“Perfect for that space in the living room I’ve been meaning to fill,” you said with excitement in your voice. Shawn smiled at you before setting it down next to him.

The numbers dwindled down, and soon enough you were the last one.

You scanned the room, looking to see if there was any gift you wanted to steal. At this point, Shawn just had to pray you’d open the gift like you always did when it came to this game. He saw your aunt start to take pictures out of the corner of his eye and noticed your dad start to record on his phone on the other side of the room.

You didn’t notice.

“I don’t know…I really like that robe,” you said, looking at the robe in Kimmy’s hands.

“Come on, [Y/N]. This is two sizes too big for you,” she said.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you said softly, looking down at the small gift in your hand.

Shawn’s heart was beating out of his chest.

“I’ll open this one,” you said as you started to peel away at the wrapping. You didn’t even flinch when there was a velvet box underneath.

You didn’t notice Shawn shift to kneeling on one knee next to you. A few of your family members gasped, realizing what was about to happen. Kimmy finally let her tears fall.

“What is this?” You said with a smile, about to open the box.

You opened the box and were met with the most beautiful diamond ring. Shawn slowly reached out and took the box from your hands as you gasped and your hands flew to your mouth and tears welled up in the corner of your eyes.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

Shawn blushed as he held the box carefully in his hands, you turned to face him completely.

“From the moment I met you, I knew this was it. I could’ve proposed right then and there. You’re my forever. [Y/N] [Y/M/N] [Y/L/N], will you marry me?” He asked quietly.

You nodded your head frantically as a sob escaped your mouth. Shawn’s hands shook as he took the ring out and slid it onto your ring finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss as the whole room cheered. Not a single eye was dry.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you mumbled in between kisses. Finally pulling away to look him in the eyes, feeling like you were the only two people in the room as you pushed his hair back from his forehead. “I love you,” you said with every ounce of life in you.

“I love you,” he replied, pulling you into his arms, holding your head tightly to his chest.

Kimmy and Beth high fived as they both wiped away tears.

You pulled away and looked at your family around you, all staring at you with love.

“We’re getting married,” you yelled as the whole room cheered again, and Shawn laughed his first real laugh for the past week.

Everyone gathered around you, admiring the ring and congratulating you. Everyone settled down, and the room fell silent as you finally had a minute to process everything.

You turned to face Shawn. “How the hell did you pull that off?” You said a little too loudly.

“I had help,” Shawn confessed as he played with the ring on your finger, still not believing this was real.

Your eyes flicked up to meet Beth’s as she shrugged her shoulders.

“You were in on it?” You said as she nodded her head.

“Hey, me too,” Kimmy chimed in.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve read this story to make sure this was perfect,” Beth said as she relaxed back into her chair. “Thank God that’s done.”

You laughed along with her as you leaned into Shawn’s side. Your family continued talking around you, but you were speechless as you curled up with your fiancé.

“This is perfect,” you whispered so just he could hear.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Anything for you, my love,” he said. You could hear the love in his voice. “The future Mrs. Mendes. Wow.”

“Damn, you’re going to be my husband,” you whispered, not being able to help the smile that spread across your face. “I’m going to be a wife.” You reached up and pressed one more kiss to his lips.

Shawn raised his glass of wine as you did the same.

“To the last Christmas of you being a [Y/L/N].”

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orionares · 4 years

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BTHB: Hallucination

A/N: This was requested as a Hurts to Breathe prompt, but it got away from me and turned into Hallucinations.

BTHB: Hallucination

Psych

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The ringing in his ears suck.

Nope, scratch that. The pile of rubble on top of him and the 6.2 earthquake sucks.

Shawn Spencer tilts his head slightly to scan his surroundings but only comes up with fuzziness. The magical, magnificent brain of his is on the fritz.

Concentrate. I must get out of here and the schematics of the room include...include....

From his position on his back, Shawn tries to inch to his left without shifting the rusting metal pole impaling his right side just below his rib cage. The pole isn’t too deep but every inhale and exhale send a sharp pain across his rib cage.

I’m stuck. The joint case he had been working on with Juliet and Gus had landed the group at an old warehouse used for food storage for a local company. He had strode into the warehouse office and started performing his psychic ‘spiel’ before running off to the basement to grab the evidence an ex- employee had alerted him of.

All he had to do was run downstairs, grab the stupid notebook, run back upstairs, spin and bam- solve the case in front of the SFPD like a Rockstar.

Then a freaking earthquake hits and he’s buried under rubble in the basement.

Breathe in...OWWW....breathe out.

Shawn takes refugee in Juliet’s location when the earthquake had hit. She had been closest to the door, fighting off a smile at his performance.

She was closes to an exit- she has to be safe. Breathe in...Owwwwww....breathe out.

There’s a small space, inches by his estimate, between his uninjured left side that catches his fuzzy brain’s attention. “Maybe…suck in fat,” Shawn gasps, “and shimmy?”

“Now that’s one of the most ridiculous ideas you’ve ever had, Shawn, and you’ve had some bad ones.”

Henry Spencer, no doubt a hallucination or Henry somehow telepathically nagging from Santa Barbara, stands above him casually.

“Is not,” Shawn quips breathlessly. A loud boom echoes above him and Shawn has another totally not irrational thought. What if I-

“Shawn! If you’re thinking of jiggling the pole currently impaling you to help us find you faster, you must be out your damn mind. C’mon, son! Tighten up.”

Shawn sighs in relief as his injured magnificent brain changes Henry into Gus. Gus kneels near his head and somehow begins munching on a churro.

“Don’t be the….” Shawn’s chest burns as he talks, “ don’t be the…..stupid pole in my side.”

“SHAWN SPENCER!”

“Shawn Spencer!”

Either I’m hearing things or those voices are the sweet sound of rescue. What’s the procedure…..Lassie-frass made us study this… At the thought of Lassiter, the happily munching form of Gus morphs into Carlton Lassiter, leaning against a mahogany custom cane with a scowl.

“SPENCER! I sent you and Guster to learn about procedures for a reason! You should know this!” Lassister reprimands. Shawn snorts before he breaks into a coughing fit, thinking You sent us to a training without first, second or third breakfast. It isn’t my fault I don’t remember.

“Rocking…cane….sent you,” Shawn blurts out breathlessly before laughing at his brain’s imagination of Lassiter scowling. The cane’s hand-crafted handle, custom made and sent to Santa Barbra by Shawn Gus is in the form of a famous tv dog, Lassie. Juliet had strongly recommended, with a poor attempt at hiding a smile, against sending the gift.

“I’m only using this because this is in your head, genius,” Lassiter growls back.

Shawn chuckles but stops when he finds a strong iron taste in his mouth. Oh, this can’t be good.

“Shawn?”

Juliet lays on the concrete on his right, wearing the same flowery top and jeans she had worn on their date night instead of the black dress pants, SFPD police jacket and Kevlar vest she was wearing right before the earthquake. She smiles determined at him and states, “Focus. We’re coming for you, babe.”

“You sure…cause…halluc- nating.”

“We are, Shawn, but I need you to focus. You can hear us coming- focus on that and stay awake.”

Shawn notes the small droplets of blood on the concrete near his cheek, inches away from Juliet’s face. He swears he can hear the faint sound of drills- no, saws?

“Stay with me, Shawn,” Juliet whispers. She places a hand on his cheek and whispers, “ Stay with-“

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“How much longer?”

“….Detective, O’Hara, we’re about three minutes out, ok?”

When did he pass out?

Shawn slowly drifts back into consciousness, finding himself fuzzy and warm. Juliet sits above him across from an EMT, now back in a dusty Kevlar vest and SFPD jacket and soot covering her forehead. Something tube- like sits in his mouth and he’s left concluding that he’s either intubated or he’s six again being yelled at by his father for trying to compete with Gus to see who could stick the most straws in their mouth.

The Straw Wars were awesome. I need to rematch Gus.

“Shawn? You’re awake!” Juliet exclaims. “You scared the hell out of me.”

Shawn points to Juliet and the noticeable cut on her chin. She shakes her head and says, “I’m ok. It’s a little cut. God, Shawn- you scared me. It took them almost an hour to find you.”

Shawn reaches blindly to find her hand and Juliet quickly takes his and kisses the back of it. He shakes his head slightly and pulls it away before pointing at his chest, his temple and then to her. Juliet cocks her head in confusion. “What?”

First thing we’re doing after this is practicing charades. C’mon, Jules. Shawn points to his chest, his temple and then back to her again. She pauses for a moment before guessing, “You had a vision of me? No, you…saw me? In your head?”

Shawn holds out a fist bump with the best smile he can form while intubated. Juliet chuckles, “You were thinking about me while I was thinking about you. I was about to crawl into the basement by myself when I heard you say- Don’t be the Mike without Ike.”

Not bad. His brain, in its magnificence, kicks into gear again and he can’t help but wonder, But was she?

#bad things bingo #bad things happen bingo #psych #shawn spencer #juliet o'hara #shules

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cozywritings · 4 years

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Stitches: ch1

Summary: Transferring to a new college two years in seemed crazy, but so was being a fashion major that was being double housed in a dorm building with medical majors. Meeting Shawn was a bonus to the arrangement, and everything else that happens, well, that was just fate.

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Explaining to people that you were going to college for fashion merchandising was always a fun conversation. You usually got weird stares or the famous question “what can you do with that?” But that’s what you wanted to to. So now here you stood, in front of your dorm hall, your final suitcase in hand as you took it all in, in it’s old beige bricked glory.

For the next two years, this was your home, and as much as you’d miss seeing your family every day, you’ve lived with them for the first 20 years of your life.

When your parents dropped you off, your mom told you “Don’t think I don’t want updates every night during dinner, especially about boys. And classes. But mostly boys.” She’s always been very pushy about you having a boyfriend. Or at least one that treated you correctly.

Since you were a transfer, luckily you didn’t have to live by the usual first year dorm rules. So while you were required to spend at least a semester in a dorm, you could choose a single room., so you were on the housing website at midnight on choosing day. Sure it was more expensive than a double occupany, but your college fund your parents set up paid for your tuition, so you got one of the lucky single rooms. Considering your odd sleeping habits, your need to listen to music while you study, and a few personal reasons, it was really best for everyone that you had a single room. Plus, now you could binge watch Gossip Girl and Project Runway on repeat without judgement.

What you just learned, however, was that your dorm was one of the few on campus that was housed by two majors. Usually they try to keep students together by major so studying is easier, but yours wasn’t just fashion majors, you were sharing a dorm with med students. Which was an odd combination, but the biology building was on one side of the dorm and the business building was on the other, and fashion majors were required to have a business minor. So it made logical sense in terms of location.

Walking into your new room, you saw all the opportunities for decor. The walls were totally bare, the bed was light enough for you to easily move it around the room, and there was a small package of dorm safe hanging hooks on the desk in the corner, along with a list of things that you were allowed to do and what was restricted.

Dropping your suitcase to the floor, you walked over to the desk and began reading your list to see if you could get a mini fridge.however, a soft knock on your door startled you, and you dropped the paper, letting it flitter down to the carpet.

You opened the door to see a tall brunette holding out a small gift bag and giving you a really nervous smile. “Hi, I’m Emily. I live just down the hall and I, uh, wanted to drop this off.” She looked at you with big eyes as you took the bag from her and smiled. “It’s got um, some popcorn and a bottle of soda in it and a few snacks and stuff. Oh! And a few school supplies.”

She was obviously very nervous, a freshamn. Technically you were too, but you understood being 18 and trying to make friends in college. Even if your first two years where at a comminuty college. She was probably doing this to meet new people and try to find some friends.

“Hi. Thank you so much! This is actually really cute and I love Dr. Pepper, it remonds me of home. It’s really nice to meet you.” The two of you finished your introductions. You learned that she was a first year med student, and that the RA’s were showing a movie being the hall’s big study loft tonight, and that’s why she put the snack bags together.

“So I guess I’ll see you tonight?” She asked, excited to have a new friend.

“Of course! I love Pretty Woman, it’s one of my absolute favorites.” Emily squealed and clapped her hands before walking off the deliver the rest of her treats the other residents. “Oh and Emily, if you ever need anything, I’m always here. Just be sure to knock twice so I know it’s you.” Her smile got even bigger, if that was possible.

“Thank you so much! You’re so sweet. I’ll see you tonight!” After waving goodbye, you closed you door and looked around your empty room again, thanking the gods you had a whole room and bathroom to yourself. You’d never lived alone before, well technically you weren’t alone, but it was close enough.

Wondering out loud to yourself you asked. “What am I going to do in here?” You eventually decided you thought the desk would look better by the window, for a pretty view while studying, and the bed would be best on the opposite wall. Tha t would make it easier to see your tv that you’s put on your dresser. When you were able to find someone to lift that heavy thing onto it, and how you were going to move it all, you had no idea. But for now you could at least plan out where the rest of your things could go, and put up the things you knew wouldn’t be in the way of the rearranging.

Things were going along rather smoothly until you heard a loud thud against the outside of your door. Opening it carefully, a tall guy with glasses tumbled into your room. “Oh fuck! I’m so sorry I stumbled over my own two feet.” He laughed, face a bright pink in embarassment.

“Oh, no, It’s alright, are you okay?” you asked and he stood up and nodded, brushing off his jeans.

“Yeah I’m good, I just have two left feet and the world’s worst balance. I’m Kyle by the way!” He smiled, sticking out a hand. You gave him the same intro you gave to Emily, he was also a fashion merchandising major, the first one you’ve met today. “So if you need any help just come get me. I took most of the intro classes already so I can give you my notes. If you’d like.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “You’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much. Are you going to this movie thing tonight?” You asked, hoping he’d join and Emily wouldn’t be ubset that you brought an extra person.

“Yeah, who would pass up a movie night? Also it’s got pizza and snacks and it’s kinda just a greeting party. Last year’s was really cool.” You talked for a few more minutes before saying goodbye after sharing phone numbers, then you were left to get ready. This thing seemed like it would have a lot more people than you thought, so you decided to take a shower after working on your room.

A few hours later, and your bedroom was now fully put together, kind of. You made sure that your sheets where clean and your bed was freshly made with the brand new white quilt your mom got you. All of your school supplies were put away respectively, and your clothes were all put in the small dresser and closet.

After taking your shower you called your mom. “Hey sweetie. All moved in and comfy?” She asked, excited for you. She was a little bummed that she wasn’t able to stay and help you unpack, but her job was demanding, and you understood. Besides, you had to grow up eventually.

“Yeah. I just took a shower. They’re playing Pretty Woman in the loft tonight so I’m going to go watch it. It’s like I never even left home honestly. That’s probably exactly what I’d be doing tonight anyways.” She laughed, knowing how you watched this movie almost every weekend and it eventually became a family tradition on Friday nights.

“Oh honey I miss you so much already! Your room is all empty and your father is already talking about a men cave.” She groaned, already fearful of the idea.

“You’re not letting him turn my room into a man cave. That’s stupid.”

“Well duh, he’s lucky I let him put his football stuff up in the living room.”

The two of you talked for a good ten minutes before she brought up the topic of boys. “Well honey, just remember. You’re living with soon to be doctors. Imagine scoring a hot doctor. Like a McDreamy of your own!”

Your mom always watched Grey’s Anatomy with you, and you laughed at her comment. “Okay mom, I’ve gotta get ready. This thing starts in an hour and I’ve got to make sure I look worthy of a hot doctor.” Your mom put your dad on the phone to say goodbye before you hung up and turned your music on, tossing your phone onto your bed.

Your mother's words in mind, you decided to redo your makeup for the movie night. Who knows, you really might just meet someone. But you’re doubtful they’d be interested in you.

Looking yourself over in the mirror, your loose and slightly messy curls, the vintage long sleeve from your cousin, and your black jeans looked presentable enough. Slipping on your vans you grabbed your snacks from Emily and your phone and made your way to the loft.

“Hey, you came!” Emily smiled when you walked in, a group of other students sat around her on the fluffy bean bags and waved with her. Kyle was with them as well, so you made your way over to them. Most of them looked like first years, but then again, so did you.

Emily went around introducing everyone “There’s a few more I know are coming. I met them last, they were talking about coming but I just don’t know where they- oh hey!” Her smile bright as her eyes shifted to look at the new arrivals.

When you turned to look for yourself, you were expecting another freshman, maybe another girl like you, who decided to show up in something other than pyjamas.

However, the person in front of you was not definatelynot a freashman, or female. He was tall and handsome. Extremely handsome. Your fingers twitched in the need to touch the curls on his head and his eyes were the most beautiful thing you’d seen.

His jeans were probably as tight as yours, and you wanted to know what was under that beige hoodie more than anything in the world, but you were getting way ahead of yourself. You hadn’t even spoken to him yet.

“Guys, this is Shawn!” Emily announced “Actually, he lives just across the hall from you.” She said, placing a hand on your shoulder. before she bent down and whispered “he’s also a junior, like you. He’s gonna be a doctor.”

Looking back at the gorgeous man before you, you watched as he grabbed a bag of popcorn and plopped down into the beanbag next to you. “Hey, I’m Shawn. We’re neighbors right? Emily was telling me about you.”

You nodded, unable to speak. “Yeah. I live just across the hall apparently.” His eyes were so pretty, and his smile was unlike anything you’d ever seen. I was almost impossible to not smile with him.

“Yeah I saw you moving in earlier. If you need any help rearranging the room just come ask. I usually study in my room anyways so I’m almost always there.” You nodded, making a mental note to ask him to help you move the tv as well

“How did you know I was thinking about rearranging the room?” You questioned, stealing a few pieces popcorn from the bag that he’d tilted towards you as an offering.

He just shrugged, “When I first moved in I wanted to do it too. I thought the desk would look better by the door, that way I could put my bed by the window so I could look out over the courtyard. Plus the sun in my face really wakes me up” he let out a soft chuckle. It was almost like everything about him was enchanting.

Smirking a little you popped the popcorn into your mouth before speaking again. “I’m going to have to take you up on that offer. I was actually going to rearrange today until I realized I needed some help. So I’m assuming you’re in a single room as well?” He nodded, grabbing a slice of pizza and a water bottle.

“Yeah I got lucky since I’m a junior but also real close to graduating next year with my program internship. l want to specialise in Pediatric Surgery.” You looked over at him in shock. There was no way he was already about to graduate, especially in a field like that. This was a man after your heart. “I know I know, I’m young. But in my 11th and 12th year I ended up at a special center for Medical studies so I got started early. I’m hoping to get into a residency soon, and wow I am talking about myself a lot. What about you?”

You smiled, giving him an earful himself of your love for fashion and how you hoped to one day work in New York, LA or even Paris or Milan. What surprised you was how interested he seemed. It was like he actually cared about what you were telling him as opposed to being obligated to listen to you drone on and on about trends and the color patterns for next fall.

“So, I was thinking tomorrow about going around campus and just finding where everything is. Are there any suggestions for the perfect studying spot? Or where to get the best foor or decaf coffee?” He swallowed his mouth full of pizza before answering.

“I’ll one up you. I’ll show them to you myself.” Before you could say anything else, a dorm adviser announced that they were about to start the movie and the lights went out as the opening credits rolled. When you felt a nudge on your shoulder, you looked over to see Shawn offering you a blanket from the backpack he brought with him, noticing your slight shaking due to the temperature of the room. You didn’t even realise how cold you were until you wrapped it around yourself, whispering a small “Thank you.” You finally situated yourself into the fuzzy bean bag, snuggling into the blue fleece.

You took a deep breath to relax and had to stop yourself from humming at the smell of cologne that lingered on the fabric. It had a nice sandalwood scent mixed with a bit of vanilla and you had to keep from audibly moaning at the smell. So instead you focused on the movie, shoving a handful of popcorn into your mouth. Trying to ignore the literal greek god only 6 inches from you on the grey bean bag was nearly impossible, especially since he kept looking over at you.

It was almost midnight when the movie ended, half of the dorm had fallen asleep on the floor, Emily and a few others in the group included. The rest had left right at the end of the movie to sleep in their own beds. To be honest, you weren’t far behind, but there was no way you were getting up, you were wrapped up in this blanket, Shawn falling asleep on your shoulder. You didn’t have to heart to wake him.

Technically you didn’t have classes for another week, so thankfully someone decided to start another movie. It would’ve been boring to try to fall asleep to the main menu repeating over and over until someone decided to turn it off. You smiled as the beginning music of The Great Gatsby filled the large study room. The DiCaprio version would always be the better. So you settled back into the bean bag chair, wrapping yourself tighter into the blanket, deciding to fight sleep in favor of another one of your favorite movies.

Right when Nick walks into the parlor where Jordan and Daisy are lounging, Shawn rolled over in his sleep. At first it was fine, that is, until he kept rolling and ended up halfway on top of you. His head on your shoulder and his arm draped across you, his leg curled up on top of yours as he got comfortable.

You thought about waking him or moving him off, but he looked too peaceful. Too cute. And his body heat mixed with the blanket was keeping you comfortably warm. So you let him stay there, it wasn’t like he was hurting anything.

Throughout the movie, Shawn would move slightly closer. Obviously it wasn’t on purpose, and at one point, Cheryl, another girl you’d met earlier in the night, woke up and offered to help you get out from under him. She said her girlfriend likes to cuddle so she got really good at sneaking away since she likes to be at the gym by 5am.

“No thanks, I’m pretty comfortable and I wanna finish this movie. But thank you.” She smiled down at you, bidding you a goodnight.

“You just want to bask in the glory of the hot doctor in training sleeping on you.” She whispered, pointing a perfectly manicured nail at you.

Laughing softly, you looked up at her before shifting your eyes back down to Shawn. “You got me. Now go to sleep. You’ve gotta be up early for the gym tomorrow.”

With a laugh and a wave, she walked off, leaving only you and a few others awake to finish the movie. But that suited you just fine. No one to ask questions because they were lost due to their negligence of reading the book.

As the movie came to an end, so did your energy and willpower to stay awake. Looking down at the boy asleep on you and the room full of college students who would probably hate themselves for falling asleep on the floor, you closed your eyes. Joining the rest of the group in slumber, waiting for the aftermath in the morning.

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moonlightdaisies · 5 years

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Birthday Surprises

synopsis: in which you surprise Shawn for his 21st birthday

word count: 1.6k

warnings: allusions to alcohol, fluff

a/n: Happy 21st birthday Shawn! You can finally legally drink in the US (:

Shawn felt the bed dip beside him, causing him to wake up before his eyes could even open. Arms wrapped around his body and he could suddenly smell your perfume. He thought his senses were deceiving him until he turned around to your smiling face.

“Good morning birthday boy!” A gentle kiss was placed on his cheeks, causing Shawn to blush profusely.

“What?” Shawn struggled to find his words. “What are you doing here? I thought you said you couldn’t get off work?”

“Surprise!” You gave him a devious grin.

“Oh my god, I’m so happy that you’re here. I can’t believe it!” Shawn engulfed you into a giant hug, causing the two of you to fall back.

He started to pepper kisses around your face. This was the first time he had seen you since the start of the North American leg of the tour. Shawn couldn’t contain his excitement to finally see you again.

“I missed you so much. I love you.” He gave you a sickly-sweet kiss.

“I love you too. I can’t believe that I’m finally here.”

He hummed in agreement, giving you another kiss. “Wait, I have your gift. Let me go get it.” You hopped off the bed to rummage through your bag.

You came back with a small pouch in your hands and a smile on your face. You climbed back into the bed and handed Shawn the pouch. He carefully untied the strings and peered inside to see a silver bracelet. He pulled it out of the bag to examine it. Numbers were carefully engraved around the band. Specifically, coordinates.

“It’s the coordinates of where we met. So, you can have a part of me whenever we aren’t together.” You spoke up, heart racing in hopes of him liking what you had gotten for him.

“Wow,” Shawn whispered, slipping the bracelet onto his wrist to go along with all the others he wore. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much angel. I love it so much. I love you.”

“I love you too, Shawn.”

He pulled you close to his body, taking in the events that just took place. He couldn’t contain his grin as he took ahold of you hand. As you settled into his body, he took a deep breath, smelling your hair. He loved the smell of your shampoo and would always be stealing yours so he could smell like you in order to feel like he had part of you with him.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while, not saying anything. Shawn would press a kiss to the back of your neck every few minutes. The light and airy kisses would tickle, making you tense up ever so slightly and giggle. This simple reaction would cause Shawn to blush.

Sometime during the cuddle session, Shawn fell asleep. When he woke up, you were out of his grasp. The bed was still warm, meaning you hadn’t been up for long. Quiet noises were coming from the bathroom, and he could see light from under the door peeking through.

When the door opened, Shawn sat up and gave you his million-dollar smile. He held out his hand for you as you approached him. You gladly took his hand, and Shawn pulled you into him, resting his head onto your chest.

“Did you want to do anything before tonight?” Shawn looked up to you.

“Maybe we can have brunch somewhere?” You suggested to him, escaping his grasp to go open the blinds to the window.

He hummed in agreement and got out of bed to stand with you. He hugged you from behind as the two of you looked out of the large window, watching cars drive by the hotel. There were a few fans that gathered in front of the hotel, most likely hopeful to take a picture with Shawn and to wish him a happy birthday.

Shawn left you at the window to get ready for your impromptu brunch date. You sat quietly as he quickly did his hair and dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black skinny jeans. You were already dressed and ready to go because you had been up earlier due to your flight from the morning.

When the two of you got down to the lobby, Shawn took a hold of your hand. The crowd had gotten slightly larger than before. He pushed the door open with you following behind him, and the crowd immediately began to greet him, singing happy birthday to him. The little song put an even bigger smile and blush on his face.

“Oh wow! Thank you so much guys!” Shawn gushed. “I really appreciate you all. Thank you for all of the birthday wishes!”

Not even a second after, fans began to ask to take pictures and saying they had birthday gifts for him. The voices all overlapped, and it was beginning to get hard to hear what everyone was saying.

“We’re actually going somewhere, so we can’t stay long. I can take a group photo, but not any individuals.” Shawn yelled over the crowd.

The fans seemed a little bit disappointed, but they agreed in the end to do a group photo. He took a girl’s phone and held his arm. You sneakily took your phone out to take a picture of Shawn and the fans together. You posted the picture you took to your Instagram.

The birthday boy with some lovely fans!

After Shawn finished talking to the fans, the two of you jumped into the black SUV to take you to a little restaurant across the city. You sat in silence, holding each other’s hands and silently watching the cityscape pass by in the car. Shawn lovingly rubbed his thumb over your hand and occasionally leaned over to kiss your cheek.

After half an hour passed, the car finally pulled up to the restaurant. Shawn jumped out and ran to your side, yanking the door open before you could even do anything. When the door swung out, you were faced with Shawn’s shit-eating grin.

“You ready? C’mon, I am so hungry.” He started to pull you out of the car like he was a little child, not that he wasn’t basically one already.

The two of you were seated quickly. The restaurant wasn’t too busy due to it being in a secluded area. While looking at the menus, Shawn would peer over his own to give you a silly face or a wink. This continued until the server came to take your order.

The two of you had random conversations throughout the meal. You talked about everything from a little baby Shawn saw the other day, to things that were going on in your work. It was the little moments like this that Shawn truly appreciated. The two of you weren’t always able to see each other, with Shawn being on tour and you always having to go to work. Shawn held on to these moments.

After brunch, you and Shawn went sight-seeing to all of the basic tourist sights. You got lots of cute photos in together. Playing “tourist” on his birthday was something that Shawn did not have in mind, but that was before he even knew you would be here, in New York City, with him.

By the time you returned to the hotel, it was evening. You had to get ready for the party that was being thrown for Shawn’s birthday. You took your time getting ready, dressing in the outfit you had chosen for the night, prior to coming to NYC. You did your makeup and hair meticulously. However, much to your surprise, Shawn took longer to get ready than you did. He spent the most time trying to figure out what he wanted to wear. Having practically his entire wardrobe with him didn’t help. After almost two hours passed by, Shawn settled on an outfit to wear. After he dressed and fixed up his hair, the two of you were on the way to go to his birthday party

The party went off without a hitch. Everyone seemed to have an amazing time. There was lots of drinking and singing that went on throughout the night. It was a drama-free night. You got to hear stories of all the shenanigans that Brian and Shawn were up to since you had last seen them, causing the duo to laugh wildly. It wasn’t until 4 a.m. when you got back to the hotel.

It was a struggle getting Shawn into the room. Watching after him was like watching a giant toddler. He kept trying to touch anything and everything in reach of him, which was a lot due to his arms and height. It was so bad to the point where he almost knocked over a few of the potted plants in the main lobby of the hotel, and he almost pressed all of the buttons in the elevator as if he was Buddy the Elf.

After what seemed like forever, you were able to get inside the room. You took off the makeup that was sitting on your face for the entire night and changed into your usual sleepwear before attending to Shawn. You helped him strip down to his underwear, which seemingly took forever because he wouldn’t stop giggling and making grabby hands at you.

When you climbed into bed, Shawn took ahold of your body and intertwined his legs with yours. He gave a quick peck on your nose. “I’m so glad you were able to come. I was actually really upset because I thought I was going to have to spend my 21st without you. That would’ve really sucked. I love you, you know, that right?”

“I love you too, Shawn. Happy birthday.”

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shawnpetermuffins · 5 years

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Babies

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A/n: I really enjoyed this prompt. I mean, who doesn't love to think about Shawn becoming a dad?

Warnings: none, just fluff, and it kind of for like a split second alludes to smut, but nothing too out there.

Word count: 1.7k which is actually a lot longer than I thought it would be.

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"Oh my gosh! Bub, you were the cutest baby ever!" I hold the picture of him in a high chair closer to my face and giggle at baby Shawn's bemused face.

"What can I say? I've always been cute," he shrugs like it's nothing and Aaliyah hit his shoulder.

"Shut up, no you weren't! Don't make me show her the pictures from when you were like thirteen."

"Do you have some?" I ask excitedly, turning my body to face her. She's sitting cross legged on the couch behind Shawn and me, who are spread out on the floor looking at his baby pictures.

"Honey, no!" He says to me.

"I do. Give me a second." She shoots up the stairs and Shawn leans his head back.

"Oh god, this is the worst."

I turn my attention back to the picture in my hand, tho time with him in a sweater, sitting on Manny's lap during Christmas. Then I find one from when he's about five. He's in the hospital holding a baby that I'm assuming is Aaliyah.

His lips ghost over my clothed shoulder. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" He asks quietly.

I sigh and put the pictures down. "Is now the time to talk about kids?"

He furrows his brows at me and pushes my hair behind my ear. "Sure," he said finally. "Why?"

"Do you think it's still too early for us to think about having one? I mean, we've been married three year. And I know you're working on another album, so it's hard to plan around traveling, and touring, and promo and-"

He cuts me off with a soft kiss. "I can stop that for a while. You know that, right? You know I'd stop if we were having a baby. Because I want to spend that time with you."

"But I don't- I don't want you to stop if I'm pregnant. It's not fair to you."

"And it's not fair to you or the baby if I'm touring the world while you're here lonely, and needy."

I rest my forehead against his with a soft exhale. "I want a baby, Shawny."

He nods, "Thought you might," he said smugly. "Let's talk more about it when we get home, eh?"

I hum, "'kay."

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"So?" Shawn prompts.

"Hey, I already said what I wanted to. The ball is in your court now. All you have to do is tell me no and it's dropped."

"What makes you so sure I'm gonna say No? I want a baby too."

"Really?" I ask, with only a small smile on my face because I don't want to get too excited.

"Of course I do." His arms wrap around my waist. "I think you'd be the sexiest pregnant woman ever."

"So, does that mean we can start trying?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He nods. "We can definitely start trying." Shawn pushes a strand of hair out of my face and lets his hands wander down my back. "In fact, I think we should start right now." A sharp tap on my ass causes a squeal to emit the back of my throat.

"Hmm… you seem to really like that. Should I spank you more often?"

I laugh, "just take my clothes off already." I reach between our bodies and tart to palm him through his tight black jeans. He groans and I swear it's the sexiest thing I've ever heard.

"Jesus, fuck. Okay. Let's get you to bed, honey. I can't wait to get you pregnant," his mouth attaches to the hollow behind my ear as he leads me to our bedroom.

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Five months. That's how long it's taken us to conceive. But he doesn't know that yet because he's on a small, two week tour with iheart. It's okay though because it's given me a chance to plan how I want to tell him.

After six years together, and having been married half of that time, I know he likes surprises. Which is why I went down to this little shop that doe embroidery and had them stitch a single word on the front of his blue distressed cap that I got him a few months ago.

I wrap the pregnancy test in tissue paper and set it in the box under the hat. He should be home within the hour, told me he didn't want me to come get him because traffic would be he'll getting there. So instead, I start on dinner and thank God the he said he was craving pasta when I asked him what he wanted.

I hear the door open just as I'm placing the garlic bread on the counter. It only then occurs to me that I should have kept it there as a fun little 'bun in the oven' joke.

"Y/n! I'm home!" He calls from the living room.

I dust my hands off on the back of my jeans and rush to him, wrapping myself around his toned, beautiful body. "Hi, rockstar. I missed you."

"It's only been two weeks," he chuckles into my hair before setting me back on the ground.

I pout and pull away, "Does that mean you didn't miss me, Mendes?"

"Now don't go twisting my words, Mendes." He leans down, placing a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. "Of course I missed you."

I hum in acknowledgement. "You know, it doesn't matter how long we've been married. I will never get tired of you calling me that. It's always like a fun little surprise.

He smiles and holds my face in his hands. "I love you, y/n Mendes."

I bite my lip, "I love you, Shawn Mendes. And speaking of surprises, I have a big one. Now go put your stuff in the room, winner's ready."

"Oh really?"

I nod, my lips in a thin line, biting back a smile.

"And what's for dinner?" He grabs his suitcase and starts rolling it down the hall to our room.

"Pasta," I rock back and forth on my heels. "Just like you wanted."

He narrows his eyes at me, "You're up to something. I feel it."

"Can I not just be a devoted housewife for the night?"

This makes him laugh. "You can be whatever you want to be, pumpkin." He reaches for me one more time and pecks my lips. "Maybe I should buy you some pearls for when you're feeling like a housewife."

I kiss him again, oh how I've missed those lips. "I've never thought about owning pearls. You think they'd look good on me?"

"I think everything looks good on you." He let's go of my waist. "Give me just ten minutes to wash up and I'll be right back."

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"That was delicious, baby. Thank you." Shawn says, taking our plates to the sink.

"I also made dessert. Pie, because you told me the other day you were craving it," I follow him from the dining room.

He groans, "You're trying to make me fat. My trainer is going to kill me," he jokes only for me to shrug and place the pie back in the oven to reheat it.

Shawn's arms wrap around my waist and he places a soft kiss to the back of my neck. "So what's that surprise you had for me?"

I turn in his arms, "you want it now or after dessert?"

"Now," he smiles wide. "I'm excited."

I pat his arms, "Go to the living room. I have to go get it."

I rush to our bedroom and take the box from under my side of the bed. I bring it out, hands behind my back. "So, I think you're really going to like this one. It's something you've wanted for quite some time now."

"Okay…"

I take the box from behind my back and hand it to him. "Open it."

He smiles softly at me and removed the lid. "Another hat?" He asks, unwrapping it. "'Dad?' Is this some kind of new kink? Because if it is, that's kinda hot. I'm not gonna lie."

I laugh, "No, Shawn. There's something else in there." I'm swaying back and forth on my heels. I'm so nervous to see his reaction.

He unwrap the stick that says plain as day 'PREGNANT and just stares at it for a solid minute.

"Shawn?" I prompt when he hadn't said anything. "Bubs, you okay?"

He finally looks up at me and wipes at his red, splotchy face, trying to remove the tears that we're steadily falling. He stands up, the test still in his hands. "Is this real?" He takes in a breath. "You're not pranking me?"

I shake my head, tears starting to fall from my eyes too. "It's real."

"We're having a baby," he says mostly to himself.

"We're having a baby," I confirm, wiping at my eyes.

He runs his hands over his face again, letting out a deep breath. "Thank you, Jesus. C'mere, pumpkin." He reaches for my hands and pulls me into his chest, kissing the top of my head over and over again. "I'm so lucky. I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am." A few more kisses on my lips and he pulls away, eyes dry but still red and puffy. "I am so in love with you. I didn't think I could love you more. But I do. God. I love you so much." Shawn pushes a strand of hair away from my face, "I'm gonna be a dad."

"You are," I say taking his face in my hands.

"This is the best gift you could ever give me," he leans into my touch. "I'm gonna have a little boy running around. A little mini me."

"Now don't be so sure. My y/l/n genes are pretty strong. It's nearly inevitable that we'll have a girl."

"Even better. We'll have a tiny you running around. Double the you to love." He presses his lips to my palm. "I don't care what we have as they're healthy and they're yours."

I nod, "me too."

He finally manages to pull away from my grasp and we stand there in comfortable silence for a minute before he shakes his head with a soft chuckle. "A baby? We're having a baby! I just - I want to scream it to the entire world that I made a baby with the most beautiful woman in the world!"

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amelianamendes · 4 years

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Surprise visit

Reader visits shawn on tour as he is struggiling and trying to pull through

This is my first fanfiction

Shawn was on tour in South America, the final leg of Shawn Mendes The Tour. He was struggling, tired, upset tour was almost over, anxious to make it memorable and finish on a high but above all he miss you like hell. You are his light in his dark, his positive energy when he feels negative, you always find a way to put a smile on his face even by doing the simplest things which he adores about you.

You were back home in Canada working in a coffee shop to get some extra money for Shawns Christmas present you got him some small things but wanted to get a bracelet engraved with “I will always love you” but the A written like the deathly hallows for your shared love of Harry Potter, you missed him dearly and could tell he was too by the amount of facetime calls you got daily as well as text messages when you were unable to talk.

Shawn had been counting down the days to when he would see you again and text you every morning with “10 days till I see you!♥” etc. you had decided the bracelet would be better for your anniversary so instead you brought a ticket to South America and would surprise Shawn at his next show M&G.

You texted Cez and arranged everything when you landed you saw a bunch of texts from Shawn

Imessage from Shawny: hey babe!

Imessage from Shawny: I’m nervous to play the show todayi don’t know why I think it’s because I didn’t sleep well last night and that it might affect my performance, call me when you can I don’t head to the arena until 11, just wanna hear your voice, love you♥

You were about to text him back but realised you should wait until it’s a reasonable time in Toronto otherwise he would worry why your up early, so instead you head to the hotel and have a quick shower.

Half an hour later theres a knock at your door you open it and find Cez standing there you welcome him in and he gives you passes to the show for V.I.P and Access all areas with “ Y/N” and a picture of you and shawn hugging on the front so security know it’s yours. He tells you that they will leave the hotel at 10:30 to head to arena and to wait in here before exploring as to try to not get caught by Shawn and the fans, he also says a car will collect you and bring you to the arena for the M&G which you are so excited to surprise Shawn, Cez leaves and you decide to text Shawn back as it now 8 am which is when you would normally get up for work.

Imessage to Shawny: hi baby, why didn’t you sleep well?, I’m sure you will perform just fine you always do!

Imessage from Shawny: can I call you?

Imessage to Shawny: of course, I need my daily dose of your voice

Imessage from Shawny: mmm I love when you say things like that, it’s cute

*skip phone call*

After talking to Shawn he had to leave to head to the arena, luckily your room has a view of the front of the hotel so you have some breakfast consisting of a cappuccino, acai bowl, and some water whilst enjoying watching the fans go crazy as they see Shawn approaching you hear them chanting Shawn el ti amo, Shawn el ti amo ” over and over you can see the back of him wearing a white shirt rolled at the elbow, blue skinny jeans (your absolute favourite) and some trainers, you love when he wears blue jeans he always wears black and once for april fools you hid all his black jeans so he was forced to wear blue he wasn’t happy but found it cute.

*flash back to april fools*

“babe!, babe! Where the fuck are my black jeans” “April fools Shawn guess you gotta wear blue today” you say appearing from the kitchen, you didn’t realise he picked the Calvin ones and was also shirtless, you knew he’d been to the gym but boy, you internally died as well as staring, you didn’t realise he was right in front of you until he said “babe, I know my face is extremely good looking and hard to tell which part of my body it is coz it all looks great, but wouldn’t the hair give it away?” he gives a small chuckle and smirks, god that smirk! “sorry, gyms been doing you well” “gotta be strong, protect my girl”

*end of flashback*

Once Shawn had left for the arena you still have plenty time so you decide on an outfit for later and decide to wear some blue ripped skinny jeans, pastel pink bralette (his favourite) and a white shirt tied with a bow, and of course converse.

You take a walk around running into some fans who scream your name “Y/N! Y/N!, OMG”, you run over to them and ask them if they could not post they saw you “hi guys, I’m planning to surprise Shawn today during the m&g so please could you guys not post you saw me until after?” “yeah of course” “he’ll be so happy” you take photos with them and carry on exploring, you find a cute café and have some lunch then head back to the hotel afterwards to get ready.

Brian texts you to say he’s in the car at the front.

Imessage from Bria: hey at the front in the car

Imessage to Brian: ok be there in a minute

You had become good friends with Brian when Shawn would go to LA to write the albums, you often would hang out with him playing fifa so you could beat Shawns ass, going to bars or just chilling watching a film.

You arrive at the arena and get in line at the back some fans see you and you whisper “I’m surprising Shawn” they all smile and contine their conversations, you start talking to some in front and didn’t realise it was almost your turn, you go through the museum and admire how beautiful it is rembering when Shawn was telling you the idea for it, you can just make out him say “hi hun…..thank you so much, enjoy the show” over the music, Jake pulls back the curtain and mouths “you ready?” you nod your head and walk past the curtain, you see Shawn and he just stares at you in shock, a smile slowy forming and getting bigger and bigger, tears start to form in his eyes and barley whispers “babe?!” you don’t speak but walk straight into his arms he wraps them tightly around you and you both stand there swaying slightly to the music happy tears rolling down your cheeks.

You take a step back but immediately pulled back into him, boy he’s strong. After he composed himself he asks when you got here, why you’re here but immediately saying he’s glad you are and long your staying, you say only a couple days and that it’s an early Christmas gift coz he missed you and you missed him too, you walk back to his dressing room before he does q&a which involves lots of kissing, hand holding, admiring your outfit and saying how much he loves you, all while that smile never leaves his face.

The show was amazing and so was later at the hotel room…

@sunrise-shawn @theshawnmendesstorycollection

#fluff

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swinterr · 5 years

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Valerie II

before reading the story please take note of this:

viviane valentin is played by the beautiful irinashayk

and vernon valentin is played by this greek god—francisco lachowski

Before Valerie and her family went to LA. Valerie cleaned up her closet, taking out everything that reminds her of Shawn. I mean if you want to move on you need to forget right? How could you forget if you still have some things that reminds you of you ex.

Picking up Shawn’s Harvard hoodie, she remembers when she got accepted to the school.

Valerie is sitting between Shawn’s legs the couple are in the living room on their condo, Valerie recently applied to Harvard University. Her mom wants her to be a model but she wanted to finish college first.

“Shawn stop moving your makin’ me nervous.” She placed her laptop in her lap and cuddled close to Shawn.

As Valerie opens her laptop Shawn keeps on kissing her neck and cheeks. “Dudeee, stop it.” Valerie whined.

“I can’t you’re so cute, I wanna be with you forever” Shawn hugs Val closer to him, if that’s even possible.

“Stop being sappy, you’re making me blush”

I wanna be with Shawn forever too.

Valerie is again tearing up as she reminisce the memory. She misses him so much.

Then she saw his HEAVEN shirt that she loves so much Shawn gave t to her.

Shawn is sitting at the railing while he is having a little photoshoot.

“Can we take a break I’m tired, I need my girlfriend’s kisses.”

“Val come heree.” Shawn whined.

He looks so cute, dressed in blue jeans which is new and kinda hot and white shirt that says HEAVEN, well heaven indeed he looks like an angel.

Shawn smiles as he sees Valerie making her way to him. He is about to get off the railing to get Valerie but she stopped him by placing her hands on his thighs.

“Lovee, you look so fucking cute. I can’t even.” Valerie rub his thighs softly as he pulls Valerie closer he gave her this lovesick smile that is only reserved for Val and only for Val.

He gives Valerie an eskimo kiss before he softly kisses her lips.

“Val, lets go mum and dad are already in the car.” Vernon knocked the door, ruining the moment she thinking of and soon two little kids came inside her room and began attacking her with hugs and kisses.

“Valaliii!” baby Milo shouted. Kids are great, they don’t know anything except be happy. They haven’t felt the cruel side if the world. Valerie wished she never grew up.

“Let’s go babes, nana and papa’s waiting for us at the car.” Jess said taking Laslo and Milo’s hands.

Valerie placed the box full of Shawn’s shirt and his gifts to her beside her bed.

Meanwhile, Brian saw Valerie message to Shawn backstage. The guys are rehearsing Señorita, how ironic.

Brian walked to the arena and sat on one of the amplifier.

In the middle of the break, Brian though it will be the good time to speak to Shawn.

“Shawn c’mere!” Brian shouted even though Shawn is like 3 feet away from him.

Shawn rolled his eyes at him then sipped his water.

“So you and Val broke up?” Brian ask straight forward. Brian is like a Prose he does things straight forward.

“Huh? When” Shawn wondered, he knew Val texted him but he don’t know what’s the content of the text

“Dude you asshole! She broke up with you through text.”

“It’s okay, she will come back to me eventually.” Brian rolled his eyes at him, he never knew Shawn could say something like that.

“You’re fucked dude.” Brian just walked out, he cannot deal with Shawn right now.

The Valentin’s have separate private jets for themselves. As you know Vernon has 2 kids plus his wife, they have their own jets so is Viviane and her family and Valerie’s parents. Of course Valerie has one too, but she doesn’t want to be alone. 5 hours in a jet without talking to someone, she usually talks to Shawn in this case but she guess that will never happen again.

“Bye mommy, bye daddy have a safe flight I love you.” Val waved at her parents and blew a kiss.

Her plane is the last one to take off resulting that she will be the last one to arrive at Los Angels later.

Valerie locked herself in a small room on her jet, she just cried and sleep the whole 5 hour flight.

Eh not really she woke up after a 3 hour sleep and she got nothing else to do so she took some pictures of the clouds and herself, Shawn always says that he is lucky to have her as his girlfriend, he also said that he likes her big plump lips and her cute button nose— just like how he describes it. She also read some books.

By the time the jet will be landing, Valerie fixed her outfit and put on a eye cream hoping that her puffy eyes will magically disappear and put on a concealer under her huge ass dark eyes, that what you get when you break you with boyfriend for 3 years kids.

She is wearing a Alexander Wang crop tee, and Adidas Original sweatpants a pair of worn off white Saint Laurent sneakers and an Off-White handle bag paired (also with an Off-White luggage, packed with all of her things but she doesn’t have this luggage right now)

This particular week is so hard for Valerie, maybe the fact that Shawn and his girlfriend and are in the same city.

Or maybe there’s a chance that they will bump into each other.

Or that she will break down if she see them.

Her family are probably in their way to their houses. And now she’s alone.

The good thing about having a known parents are you have security around you when you are in a crowded place.

The kind flight attendants waved her goodbye as she step down to her jet, she can finally receive messages from her family.

From: Mama 💕

Hey sunflower, Anwar said he’s gonna pick you up at the airport today. We are already at the house, next to the Hadid’s. I love youuu 💞

Valerie smiled at the sweet text she got from her Mom. She waited at the baggage carousel in the VIP section, she immediately sees her Off-White bag.

She’s in LA, it finally hit her. Paparazzi will flash their big cameras at her, some throwing rude questions, some may shove their cameras at her. Fear spread all over her body by the thought of it.

“Yowww, my favorite Latina is heree. BabyVal I miss youu.” Anwar Hadid, 20 years old. Valerie is still older but Anwar likes to act older, but he still thinks like a kid.

“I’M NOT LATINA!! I’M ITALIANA! DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT!” Every time— literally every time they see each other Anwar always calls her Latina.

To clear something Valerie’s doesn’t have beef with Latina’s, she is just mad about Anwar miss understanding her ethnicity, they’ve know each other since they were kids and yet Anwar still doesn’t know her ethnicity.

“Eyyy doesn’t be mad at me baby, I’m sorry okay.” Anwar laughed lightly. He always like to tease Valerie because they’re close- almost the same age.

They call each other baby girl, baby boy, babe and baby. Their parents though that they will be in a relationship when they turn older. It is normal for them to call each other like this. Shawn doesn’t see this bad too, I mean he calls her fans honey and other cute stuff.

Valerie hugged Anwar so hard that Anwar moan on how tight Val hug is.

“I’m sorry I just need a hug so badly.” Valerie mumbled on Anwar’s chest, still not letting go. Valerie is around 5’6 and Anwar 6’1.

Anwar basically grew up with Val, so he is very close to him. When the news blew up about their relationship, Anwar was furious. He met Shawn a few times and for Anwar he seems the perfect match for Valerie.

“You’re okay Val right?” Anwar brushed Valerie’s hair that was on her face when she let go of him.

Valerie’s eyes is already glistening with tears. Anwar though that Valerie is pretty, Shawn is stupid to let her go.

“Shall we go baby, I got some news for you at the car. Now let’s brush those tears away, he doesn’t deserve to be cried on.” Anwar held Valerie’s cheeks as he brush her tears away around her eyes. He helped her carry her suitcase and she carried her bag.

Valerie latched herself on Anwar’s arm as they went outside and Val was right, Val wore a Marc Jacob bucket hat hoping that it will at-least cover up some flash form their cameras.

Paparazzi throwing questions about her relationship.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT SHAWN AND CAMILA!?” they look good together.

“HOW DO YOU FEEL RIGHT!?” terrible.

“ARE YOU STILL TOGETHER!?” I don’t even know.

“WHAT CAN YOU SAY ABOUT THEIR NEW SONG, IT’S A HIT!?” good for them then.

“IS ANWAR YOU NEW BOYFRIEND!?” fuck off asshole.

Sometimes Valerie wanted to speak up when they throw questions at her but she stops herself before she say something stupid.

Speaking while angry is a big NO for her.

At last they safety got to their ride, her Jeep Wrangler. Some Shawn’s fans say that there are goals because they have the same car.

“Wait isn’t this my car?” Val looked at Anwar at the back who was putting her luggage at the back.

“Yep, I stole it.” Anwar said and shuts her back part of her car before Val can even say a thing.

“Jeez, please be careful of my Jeep.” She whispered and rolled her eyes at Anwar.

Anwar and Valerie are finally on the road but still paparazzi are still following them.

Big Sean’s iconic song I don’t fuck with you is playing in the background .

You little stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you

You little, you little dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you

I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do

Than to be fuckin' with you, little stupid ass

I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck

I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck

Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you

Or anything that you do

Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do

“I like this song. So what’s the tea?” Valerie starts.

Anwar eyes widen, this isn’t usually Valerie’s types of songs.

“I’m dating Dua Lipa.”

“REALLY!?”

The Valentin’s siblings are in downtown LA.

Viviane and Vernon cleared the schedule so that they can spend time with their baby sister.

And they managed to get Valerie out of her room.

To be honest Valerie doesn’t want to leave their house just because she is afraid that she will see them.

It is quite hot in LA recently so the sibling just went casual.

Valerie wore a white and red crop top with a black short and a sneakers along with a pair of bag.

Viviane just wore mom jeans a black crop top and boots along with a pair of bag and a bucket hat.

Vernon just wore a white shirt and joggers with sneakers and a pair of glasses.

The siblings are quite fashionable aren’t they? When they were walking down the street people can help staring at them, whether its Vernon soft visual or the two exotic beauties beside her.

Valerie stands along the crowd with her brother and sister beside her. She saw Shawn and Camilla, they look so happy. She thought.

“What’s happening? “ Vernon ask, Viviane gave him a dirty look.

“It’s Shawn and Camilla, they look so happy!” some girl said without looking at him.

Valerie is quiet, she doesn’t know what to do. She wants to be happy but she can’t.

I wish that- NO VALERIE. Her mind speaks.

“Yeah they do look so happy. I wish we were like that when we we’re together.”Valerie whispered and the girl in-front of her apparently heard her.

“Dream on sis have you se-“ the girl stopped taking pictures of them and turned around.

“Oh my gosh you’re V-valerie, The Valerie Valentin, I’m so s-sorry I didn’t mean to-.” The girl stuttered but Valerie cut her off.

“No it’s fine, they do look perfect.” Valerie walked out. Vernon and Viviane saw the flush of hurt in their baby sister’s eyes.

And Vernon being the man in the family stepped in. “Thanks for that sis.” He rolled his eyes and walked out to find Valerie.

“Sorry for that hun Vernon is a little over protective on Val.” Viviane softly smiled and followed her two sibling.

At Twitter that same day:

SHAWNNN💞 @iloveshwanm • 7m

oh my god guysss! i saw valerie right now, like right now she is with her sibling and let me tell yall they are greek gods and goddesses!!! valerie sister looks like a modell! her brother looks likes my future husband!!! too bad he’s a little bit moody. but its okay he still looks good 👌🏻

i want to update before i’ll study, my exam is in few days

enjoy reading 💕

taglist:

@alinashawn

@feliciaceciliamariajacobsson

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes angst #angst #shawn mendes imagine #valerie #fluff

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dontworrysunflower · 5 years

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Be My Valentine | Shawn Mendes

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: just really cute shit

Just cuz he said he didn’t have a valentine (I volunteer as tribute), I had to write this

Masterlist in my bio

•••

He admires from afar, her tight black leather skirt accentuating her curves. The dip in her blouse leaves little to the imagination. God does he want her, not just in the sexual way. He wants all of her to be his.

He was leaving for tour in a few weeks, and he want to spend as much time he can with his friends and family before leaving.

He’s at a local bar with his friend group, Geoff and Brian already drunk off their asses, flirting with any girl around. Shawn watches (y/n) play a match of pool with Zubin and Matt. He watches her bend forward and hit the balls, getting two in at once.

“When are you gonna make a move?” Teddy asks behind him, startling the poor boy.

He clears his throat “I don’t know what you’re talking about” he says hesitantly, his eyes still on (y/n).

“Oh c’mon, Shawn. It’s so obvious you’re in love with (y/n). Just go talk to her, I’m sure she feels the same way” Teddy encourages, sipping at her alcoholic drink.

Shawn scoffs and turns to Teddy “And what makes you so sure?”

“It’s so obvious she likes you. Plus, she told me herself” Teddy smirks

Shawn’s eyes widen “Really? She did?” When?”

“I went to her house with Emily awhile ago, she got drunk off wine and just spilled it out”

He laughs, (y/n) was a lightweight. He knew it, he knew everything about her. He contemplates on asking her out.

“You know what you should do? Ask her out for Valentine’s Day! That would be so romantic” Teddy cheers

“I don’t know Teddy..” he doubts as he watches (y/n) walk around the pool table, losing his sight of her beautiful legs.

“I know what you can do, she came with me. I’ll say I had an emergency and had to leave early, you can take her home and ask her out for Thursday. Then on the date you’ll confess your love to each other, get married, have childr-”

“Slow down there Teddy. Maybe we could do that. You’d really help me?”

“Uh duh! Y’all are meant for each other”

•••

“Oh no, Emily hurt herself, I have to go and check if she’s okay” Teddy exclaims, the horrible acting very evident, but (y/n) doesn’t notice. Teddy starts to get up from her seat, but (y/n) pulls at her arm.

“But you’re my ride..”

“Have Shawn take you or something” Teddy says before walking out behind (y/n), Teddy turns around and winks at Shawn and a thumbs up.

“Yeah I can take you home when you’re ready” Shawn says calmly before taking a sip of his drink, but really, he’s freaking out inside.

This is really happening.

•••

It’s been a couple of hours, his adrenaline only low because of the drinks he’s had. He watches people’s feet move across the dance floor to some trap song when he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around and looks down at the his favorite girl.

“Um, I’m ready to go home” she says shyly, playing with the hem of her shirt, biting down on her lip. He gulps.

“Yeah sure lets go” He puts his drink down and leads her out the bar, his large hand on the small of her back.

He opens the passenger side door for her and held her hand to help her into his Jeep. He didn’t close the door until she was buckled in and then walked around the car to the drivers side, and turning on the engine. He buckled in and then slid his phone out his pocket, connected it to a cord and handed it to her “Pick any song you want, you know my password” he says before reversing out his spot and driving to her apartment complex.

•••

“You didn’t have to walk me up to my apartment” she says, her feet dragging on the carpet of the hallway floor.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t walk a girl to her door?” He exclaimed, his hands shoved in the pocket of his jeans.

She giggles, and he smiles because it’s his favorite sound in the world. He watches her take out her keys from her purse and slide them into the hole. “Thank you for taking me home” she looks up at him, smiling tiredly.

“No problem”

Okay, this is it

“Uh, I’ll see you soon?” She asks, as she starts to step in her apartment.

“Um, actually I wanted to ask you if you were busy this Thursday?”

She furrows her eyebrows “That’s Valentine’s Day..”

He nods slowly, eyeing her, hoping she gets what he’s getting at. He bounces from the heels of his feet to his toes.

“Oh! Like a date” she realizes, turning bright red. “I’d, I’d love to go on a date with you Shawn” she smiles sweetly, biting down on her lower lip.

“Cool” cool? Really? “I’ll see you then” he leans in to hug her, and he cheerishes this moment, taking in the scent of her hair and perfume.

“I’ll see you” she says looking into his hazel orbs, and without even realizing it, she goes on her toes to kiss his reddened cheek.

He nods, mezmorized by her and the feeling of her lips on his skin. She steps back into her apartment and closes the door. He starts to walk back down to his Jeep when he fistbumps the air and yelps in excitement.

Now he’s gotta plan a date in 48 hours.

•••

🅣🅗🅤🅡🅢🅓🅐🅨

He looks at himself on his rear view mirror, fixing his hair to one side. He grabs the flowers and box of chocolate off the passenger seat and gets out.

As he walks up the stairs to her floor, he contemplates on the date. Is everything set? Will she like it? Then he finds himself at her door, knocking lightly.

“Coming” he hears her muffled voice from the other side of the door, then hears the knob jiggle and lock clicking. The door swings open to reveal (y/n) in a white cami dress with red roses-matching the flowers in his hand- a pair of strapy beige heels on her feet, a denim jacket around her arms. Her makeup is natural, almost like she’s not wearing any and her natural hair down in waves.

He forgets how to breath “Oh, hi” he smiles nervously and he runs a hand in his just styled hair, messing up his style.

“Do I look bad?”

“God no! Far from it actually. You looks so beautiful (y/n), like always”

She looks down, and blushes. “Are those for me?” She says, gesturing to the roses and chocolates in his hands.

“Uh, yes. Happy Valentine’s Day (y/n). Be my valentine?”

She nods as she giggles taking the gifts, “You can come inside real quick while I put these in water.” She moves away from the door to let him in and he closes the door behind him before follong her to her kitchen. He looks around her apartment, a lot of photos of their friend group, some of just the two of you. He then looks at her, reaching for a vase high up in her cabinets. He watches her dress rise up a little around her thighs, as she tries to reach for a vase on her tip toes. He then realizes she needs help.

“Oh! Here, let me help you” he walks behind her, subconsciously placing a large hand on her side to steady himself to reach a vase, he hears her take in a deep breath.

“Thank you” she says before walking to the sink, filling the vase half way with water and putting the flowers in. She rearranged them before placing the vase on her dining table “Ready?” She asks, turning around. She grabs her purse by the door, and opens it.

•••

“Will you please tell me where we’re going?” She pleads, holding his hand with both of hers as they drive down a road.

“Nope. It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you” he brings their hand to his lips and kisses her hands repeatedly.

“Oh c’mon! Please? At least just a hint?”

He sighs, letting go of her hand to only make a turn, and he returns his hand in hers “Fine, uh, scenery”

She scoffs “That doesn’t tell me anything”

“Exactly baby”

•••

“This is our date?” She asks, her hand enveloped by his.

The pick nick blanket is held down my his guitar case and a basket. The sun is starting to set.

“Do you not like it?” He starts to worry

“No, no! I love it. It’s so cute and romantic” she pulls him down on the blanket, and opens the basket to find a bunch of her favorite foods. “I can’t believe you’d do all of this for me”

“(Y/n), I want you to know that I really really like. As more than a friend”

“I really like you too,”

“I feel a ‘but’ coming”

“but you’re leaving soon. I don’t wanna start a relationship that’s a thousand miles apart when maybe later, I could have you not even a mile away,” she says, rubbing her thumb over his swallow bird tattoo.

That’s understandable. Having a relationship with his lifestyle is nearly impossible. He doesn’t blame her for having doubts.

“But I’d rather have some type of romantic relationship with you, then to not have one at all.” She says, looking out into the sunset, her hair flying behind her in the breeze.

“So, will you be my valentine, for life?”

She laughs so hard she has to clutch her stomach. “That’s so cheesy, but yes”

He places a hand on her cheek, moving her head up. He leans in slowly, his hot breath fanning over her plump, glossy lips. She shortens the distance and crashes her lips on his. Their lips move in sync against each other, the fruity taste of her lipgloss transferring to his mouth. She starts to lean back on the blanket, their lips never an inch away from each other. He moves to be comfortable above her, his hand slipping in her hair, she lets out a quiet moan. She pulls away reluctantly, he chases her lips, stealing a peck before helping her back up. “So you’re my girlfriend now?” He asks, smiling from ear to ear.

She giggles “And you’re my boyfriend”

Okay I don’t really like the ending but idk. Let me know what you think and reblog! Lets enjoy our lonely fantasy of Shawn as our valentine!

#shawnmendes fluff #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes drabble #shawn mendes blurb #shawn fanfic #shawn mendes #shawnmendes imagines #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x y/n #shawn mendes x you #happy lonely valentines day #my writing #curlsofshawnmasterlist

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bby-calum · 5 years

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Unexpected - S.M (fluff)

a/n: reposting AGAIN - im sorry

word count: 1,675

masterlist: linked in bio!!

request: I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Shawn and y/n have an argument in public and try to keep it discreet but then y/n storms off and Shawn goes after her andthe paps have pics and video and it’s all over Twitter by the end of the day. Also could the ending have pure fluff?

synopsis: You and Shawn get into a heated argument in public. You’re sick of him prioritising his work over you, but he insists it’s all for a good reason. Has he pushed you too far?

“Jesus Christ, y/n. Talk to me, please,” Shawn begged quietly from the opposite side of the booth the two of you were sat in. You stirred your milkshake idly with the paper straw, trying your best to ignore your boyfriend. “Look, I’m sorry okay. Whatever it is I’ve done, I’m sorry.” You could tell he was growing frustrated. You hadn’t said anything for over ten minutes.

“You’re always sorry,” you mumbled. You closed your eyes and sighed deeply. You looked up at his face. His jaw was clenched, his nostrils flaring and the vein on his forehead was visible. He was angry. “I’m sick of it Shawn.”

“Sick of what?” He said, exasperated.

The truth was, the past few weeks, Shawn hadn’t been the best boyfriend. He’d been letting you down more frequently than not, cancelling plans or forgetting to even tell you he couldn’t make it. He favoured the studio over nights spent with you. The only reason he was here in this diner with you now was because you had told him you needed ‘crisis talks’. He knew something was wrong, but wasn’t quite sure what was upsetting you so much.

You laughed sadly. “You don’t even know what you’ve done wrong!” Your voice was raised slightly. Shawn didn’t want things to escalate in public, especially since he’d noticed the group of teenage girls that just entered the diner clock him.

“Can you just tell me what’s going on, babe,” he said quietly, attempting to hold your hand across the table. You pulled your hands away quickly, leaving them to rest in your lap. “Please, baby.” His voice cracked as he fought back tears, causing an ache in your chest.

Avoiding eye contact, you fixed your gaze on the traffic outside in the busy streets. “I feel like I don’t even know you anymore, Shawn. Every time we make plans, you cancel, or I show up and wait for two hours before you even reply to my texts to tell me you’re not going to make it. I’m never invited to the studio anymore. You’re being so distant and I’m sat at home ripping myself to shreds trying to figure out what it is I’m doing wrong.” There was a short pause before Shawn opened his mouth to say something. You stopped him before he could. “And don’t you dare say it’s because of your job.”

“But it is!” he defended. You grabbed your bag from the seat next to you and stormed out, not once looking behind you to see if you had followed. “Y/n,” he called. “Jesus,” he mumbled under his breath, grabbing a twenty dollar bill from his wallet and leaving it on the table before racing outside after you. He had noticed the group of girls from earlier had their phones out recording what had just happened, but he didn’t even care that this would probably end up all over the internet later, he just needed his girl back.

He watched you close the door of the cab you just hailed and tried his best to keep up with it as the vehicle sped away. He only managed a few seconds before the cab was already out of his sight.

“No!” he shouted, earning disapproving glances from people passing by. His hands ran through his hair, tugging at the strands as he attempted to steady his breathing, to no avail. “No,” he said again, quieter this time.

Shawn thought about the past month or so, realising now how bad it had looked. Yes, he had been rather distant, but that was only because he was so engrossed with the project he was currently working on. He wanted to finish it as soon as possible so he could share it with you.

He was still frustrated that you had thought he was distancing himself to hurt you - you’d kick yourself once you found out, he knew that. He was angry at himself though, angry that he had let it get this way. Shawn punched the lamppost to his left, immediately regretting his decision. A woman gasped as she walked past the sorry sight of Shawn taking his anger out on the metal post. He nursed his throbbing hand, cursing, and hailed the next cab.

Once he arrived at the apartment you shared, Shawn was disappointed to see you weren’t here. He pulled his phone out from his jeans pocket, about to call you, but was distracted by the flood of text messages from his manager. There were screenshots of hundreds of tweets by fans, all talking about the argument you and him had just had in public. Those girls in the diner, Shawn thought, they must had already posted those videos of the two of you heatedly discussing your relationship. He opened the Twitter app, and there it was, the video of you storming out of the diner and him chasing after you. They’d even managed to record him punching the lamppost. He winced watching the footage, it reminded him how badly his hand was hurting.

An ice pack held to his hand, Shawn dialled your number. To his surprise, you picked up. He prayed you hadn’t seen the footage on Twitter. “What, Shawn?” your tone was icy. It pained him. “What do you want?”

“Just tell me where you are, babe, please. Please just let me explain. I need to see you.” Shawn was desperate now, he couldn’t lose you. It killed him seeing you so upset and angry with him.

“I’m at my mom’s,” you finally said.

“I’m on my way,” he said, grabbing his backpack and stuffing inside his laptop and the gift he was planning on giving to you tonight.

Knocking on the door of your mother’s house with his good hand, Shawn chewed his bottom lip nervously. Waiting for your mother to open the front door felt like a lifetime.

“She’s upstairs,” your mother told him. He charged up the stairs and into your room, not bothering to knock on your childhood bedroom door. You were sat on the edge of your bed, cheeks tearstained and eyes bloodshot.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice wobbling as he tried to control his emotions.

“What is going on, Shawn?” you asked. “What have I done that’s made you want to push me away?” Shawn made his way over to you, enveloping you in his strong arms. You tried to fight his touch, but it was no use. Instead you sank into his body, sobbing into his chest.

“Nothing,” he blinked tears away. “Baby, y/n, I promise, you haven’t done a single thing wrong. I was just waiting for the right time to show you what I’ve been working on.”

“What are you talking about?”

Shawn sighed. “Look, yes, now I realise that I probably haven’t gone about this the best way. But there is good reason as to why you haven’t been invited to the studio recently. And I’m sorry I’ve been flaking on you so much, I didn’t even realise how much I was doing it. I was just so excited to get this record finished. I- it’s for you, babe. The sooner I got it finished, the sooner I could ask you- look,” he shrugged the backpack from his shoulders and pulled his laptop out. Logging on, he opened a file titled ‘WYMM’. “I was going to wait till tonight to show you this, but, well- I don’t know. I finished it yesterday. It’s ready. Just watch,” he instructed.

Before you on the laptop screen was a video Shawn had made, compiled of short clips he had taken on his phone of you when you hadn’t noticed. It was a film of your happiest moments as a couple, staying up late in his old apartment, watching the sunset together at the beach, travelling the world together, moving in to the new apartment together, that time he pulled you on stage in front of thousands of people just to tell everyone how much he loved you. Over the video was a track you hadn’t heard before, a love song, sung by Shawn.

It was beautiful.

At the end of the video, text reading ‘look behind you’ came up on screen. Confused, you turned around, seeing only the headboard of your bed.

“Oh,” Shawn said hastily. “Well, uhm, when I was going to show you this, tonight, erm, I was going to be behind you, on one knee, and, wait a sec,” Shawn delved back into his backpack, pulling out a small velvet box.

“Shawn,” you said, shocked and confused as you realised what was happening.

“-and then I was going to ask you to marry me.” Shawn opened up the box, revealing the most beautiful engagement ring you had ever seen. You were speechless. Shawn cleared his throat. “I get that I’ve been a bit of an idiot recently, I didn’t mean to, I promise. I’ve been working a lot, I know. But I bought this ring last month and then I had this idea about this video and this song and I just wanted it finished as quick as I could so I could ask you to be my wife.”

Tears were falling down your cheeks again, but this time with happiness.

“And I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for upsetting you so much,” he continued. “But y/n, baby, please, will you marry me?”

“God, I feel so stupid,” you laughed, wiping the tears from your cheeks as Shawn looked at you expectantly. “Yes. Yes I’ll marry you.”

Shawn smiled and kissed you hard before pushing the ring onto the fourth finger of your left hand. It fit perfectly. After a few minutes of ‘I love you’s and passionate kisses, you noticed Shawn’s hand, bruised and bloody.

“Jesus, baby, what happened?” You asked, inspecting the damage.

“Lamppost,” he shrugged.

“Let me clean it up for you,” you said, standing up to find the first aid kit buried in one of your drawers.

“Thank you, my fiancée,” he said, making you smile.

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lunasxsol · 5 years

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La Familia

(A/N: hey guys this is my first imagine so please go easy on me! It’s been a while since I wrote so I’m super rusty. This sucks but anyways enjoy!)

Shawn Mendes x Latina!reader

Shawn and the reader have been dating for over a year but Shawn has yet to meet her whole family

Hi mom!

Hi mija, que no se te olvide traer la champán y el pastel mañana!

(Hi sweetie, don’t forget to bring the champagne and the cake tomorrow)

La fiesta es mañana?

(The party is tomorrow?)

Si hija! No me digas que se te olvido.

(Yeah sweetie! Don’t tell me you forgot.)

Ya me conoces, pero esta bien no te preocupes!

(You know me, but it’s fine don’t worry about it!)

Okay cariño te dejo, I love you!

(Okay sweetheart I’ll leave you to it, I love you!)

I love you too mom bye!

Grocery shopping it is. Tomorrow was our “annual carne asada” which was basically an excuse for my uncles to get drunk and my aunts to gossip. Lets just say my family was never really a big fan of me. They didn’t really like me because I was “rebellious” in their eyes. If you don’t have the same mindset and traditions as them well you’re rebellious.

“Good morning honey.” I was too busy in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed that Shawn had walked into the kitchen. “Hey baby.” I gave him a quick kiss before getting back to writing my grocery list. “So I’m going grocery shopping, I won’t be back for a couple hours.

“Honey I think we have more than enough food.” He chuckled taking a bite from one of his blueberry pancakes. “It’s not for us, the carne asada is tomorrow and I have to help my parents fix up the backyard and I have to get home and make the cake.”

“Oh yeah the one time of year I’m banned from ever going to your parents house, I forgot about it.” He threw the remainder of his pancakes away and started walking away. “Shawn-“

“Just save it.”

—

Five hours of grocery shopping with my mom and helping my dad fix everything for tomorrow had left me absolutely drained. Even then I wasn’t done, I still had to bake the cake that everyone loved.

I didn’t want to go back to Shawn’s apartment because I was sure we would just blow the argument way out of proportion, but I had to because I had to pick up some of my stuff from his house. So I parked my car and walked to his front door, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to use the key he gave when we first started dating or to just knock. I went with the latter.

“You lost your key again?” Did I mention I’ve lost said key many times.

“No, I just came to pick up some stuff.” He nodded moving to the side to let me in. I went into his room to grab my stuff. He sat on the bed scrolling through his phone as I continued to pack the makeup I was gonna need for tomorrow. The last thing I needed was my moms gift. Which didn’t seem to be anywhere.

“Mierda.” I rummaged through my drawer and nightstand. Nothing. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“Y/n?” He our his phone down etching closer to me, “hey what’s wrong?”

“My moms necklace, she asked me to bring it to her tomorrow and I can’t find it.” I was ripping everything out of my bag again making sure I didn’t misplace it.

“My dad gave it to her for their 20th anniversary and I’m the one who lost it.” I cried, he walked over to me and held it in a red casing. “I found it the other day by the sink, I was taking my jewelry to get cleaned and I figured I’d take it with me.” He wiped away my tears.

“Oh my god baby, thank you!” I took it from him carefully placing it in my bag and finishing my packing. “Shawn.”

“Hmm.”

“I spoke to my mom about us. She told me that I shouldn’t worry about the rest of my family. She told me that as long as we’re happy she’s happy for us. I sat next to him holding his hand. “She’s right, because I love you and I shouldn’t look for their validation. So would you join us tomorrow.”

“I would love to.” He pressed his lips to mine. “I’ve been practicing some Spanish just so I can make conversation with them!” I couldn’t believe he had actually practiced Spanish and I hadn’t known about. “I love you.”

—

“Shawn, babe, we’re gonna be late!” I called for him from the kitchen. I packed the car with the cake and the bottles of champagne. “How do I look?”

The ocean blue shirt he wore hugged his muscles just the right way and don’t even get me started with the black jean he wore. “I think we have 20 minutes to spare.” He chuckled. “Babe we’re late.” He pulled me to the car and opened it for me but not before stealing a quick kiss, “Trust me this is a lot harder for me when I have to see my hot girlfriend in my favorite dress that hugs your beautiful curves just right and I think you just gave me a boner.” I giggled shoving him away.

—

“Okay babe just be polite.” I grabbed the cake from the back seat as he grabbed the bottles. “Remember they speak a basic English but they understand everything.”

“Baby look at me, everything’s gonna be fine.” He took my hand in his as we walked into my parents house. Thankfully only my mom and my sisters were the only ones in the kitchen. I set the cake on the table top and went to go greet my mom. “Hi mommy.”

“Ay mija, you’re here!” She pulled me into a hug, “I see you came to your senses and bought Shawn.” She went over to him and gave him a hug as well. “I’m happy you’re here mijo.”

“Thank you for inviting me Mrs. Martín.” My mom raised her brow. “I mean Alicia.” She smiled at him, “you know you are always invited!” She turned to me, “Your tios are outside cooking the carne and your tias are in the patio cutting the vegetables and the kids are in the pool.” I nodded at her as I grabbed Shawn’s hand and walked to the backyard.

I decided to go greet my dad first and of course all of my uncles surrounded him, “Hi papi!” He moved to the side pulling me in for a hug, “Hi mi niña.” Surprisingly my dad hugged Shawn, “Glad you could make it!”

“Tios this is my boyfriend Shawn.” They all greeted him except the one uncle that absolutely hated my guts. “Hey güey didn’t you hear my daughter?” I stopped my dad, “Dejalo (leave him).” He shook his head and apologized for him.

As I walked over to the tables my mom was thankfully seated with my aunts which was gonna make this a lot less awkward, “hi tias this is my boyfriend Shawn.” They all greeted him as well but had pissy faces of course.

I pulled him to a table far away from those toxic people. My sister and her boyfriend joined us and a couple of my cousins did as well. My dad even came to drop off a beer for Shawn. We all ate and enjoyed our food as the day became night. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I turned the corner but before my aunts could see me I over heard them talking.

I’m sure he’s gonna find someone better than that piece of trash.

I cant believe she’s actually dating a celebrity.

I know, Estella was telling me he makes millions.

I bet you that’s the only reason she’s with him.

She dropped out of college she’s gonna need some type of money since she has nothing for herself.

I’m sure it’s not gonna last and he’s gonna dump that piece of trash.

I felt a body collide with mine, “Sorry-, baby why are you crying?” He pulled me into the restroom. “They already started talking. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to my mom. I should’ve just kept you hidden.” I sobbed into his neck. “Honey what did they say?”

I grabbed a piece of tissue to wipe my face, “That I’m only with you cause I dropped out college and need money and that you’re gonna dump my trashy self soon.”

“Honey look at me,” He brushed the hairs out of my face, “I’m so crazy in love with you, you’re just so independent and such a boss woman. You dropped out of college but you work with lawyers. Baby you get 15k an hour. You’re so fucking successful on your own. I love that and I wish they could see it.” He wiped the tears from my eyes. “I love you.” I pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you.” He helped me fix my makeup and we went back out there to enjoy the night.

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polygamyff · 4 years

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24. Part 2

My mind is just somewhere else, I don’t think I met the promo team or maybe I did but I think it’s always been my dad to do it. I need to get my ass in gear, I need to be on this shit. The opening is what, next month. Just before new year comes in but then it clashes with Christmas and this is my daughter’ first Christmas and we will be in Dubai, I just know it. What a mess, how did I know this would all happen, I didn’t think I would be a father. The hotel opens, we already have reservations. People rather do Christmas abroad then their own home which I don’t care for her, most of this reservations are spectators, media, friends, family. It’s like nearly booked, I need to make it good. Give back to Dubai in a way of thanking them that they let me do such a thing. So much to think about, and then the New Year, I’m going to have to do something spectacular to bring it in. That hotel is a money maker and I know it, rubbing my forehead as the traffic slowly moved “how come you never thought of getting yourself a bodyguard? The rich, the famous they all have it” I shrugged not caring “I don’t care for it Jay. I like to live my life lowkey but it just seems to expose itself and I hate it” I am a private person about shit, I was exposed to that life and to be honest I didn’t want it “but the more you get exposed, the more people see you they will know you. I only knew who you was and what you are, is because of your parties, I have been to a few with clients. I would see you around, and I asked and they called you a kid with money but everyone liked you” my smile grew “the reason why I threw parties? It was just to have a busy house, to know there was people there even if they didn’t care, I did anything to not go back to Texas. The life drives you crazy, that and the fact I was probably high as shit, people remember my parties I don’t remember shit. The only time I remembered a party was because I had Jay Z there and I was like oh shit, I didn’t do drugs or anything but damn I was craving it” Jay chuckled “you had an eventful life, that’s not a bad thing right?” I shrugged “that’s why I say, why do I need a bodyguard now. I needed it when I was flat on my face not knowing who I was, so it’s fine” I don’t need it now.

I am glad to be out of that traffic, luckily because it took so damn long to get out of the hospital, Al finished so that is a blessing to just go home. I honestly just want the home to myself with my family and just rest it out, I’m just feeling somber about shit. Maybe because I am in deep thought about things but I should see how far I have actually come in my life and not feel it, that’s what led me to drugs but not this time. Spending time with Robyn and Reign will heal me, I just need some time “home sweet home” pressing the butting on the remote to open the gates “I’ve been actually dying to come home, to be in comfort. That is it” Robyn said in the back “I understand that feeling babe, I just want to snuggle up to you my love, but you do have everything you need from Jay? You got his number? He’s part of the family now Robyn, you can’t just plan random things and go out like that” she better use this bodyguard “but I’m going to see my friends at work, show them the baby. Damon text” of course he did “why?” Why is he even texting her “because he’s my friend, they didn’t know that I was in hospital. My phone been offline, they are happy for me” so she texts Damon, if I text Ally that’s like a bad crime “right” that is so stupid.

I am annoyed now, I have annoyed myself. Pulling into the drive, Robyn’ parents are already here, they must have drove quicker than me. I mean I am annoyed that Robyn is just like yeah I text some random man, I don’t care who he is. Parking up behind Terry’ car “awwww look at that, they all here for me” Robyn Gushed, opening the car door “wait before we go inside” I said as I opened Robyn’ car door “come” holding my hand out, she don’t deserve shit because I am annoyed that she is reacting Damon, why tell him or even them, fuck them “what is it?” Robyn stared at my hand “seriously? Just come” Robyn finally placed her hand in mine, helping Robyn out of the car “Damon huh?” Robyn scoffed “we’re not doing this, please no. Look, we can talk later” Nodding my head “anyways, I need to cover your eyes, I have a surprise for you” walking around Robyn “what have you done now?” Robyn is reluctant in letting me do this “just walk, come on” placing my hands over Robyn’ eyes.

Robyn is so slow, I wish she would just walk properly “I am so scared to see what you have done Maurice, it’s late too. Is it scary?” shuffling Robyn to turn around “it’s not, you will love it” i smiled at the Mercedes night edition coupe “if it’s scary I might just faint” she is so dramatic “why would you think I would scare you” moving my hands away stepping back “surprise baby, I wanted you and my daughter to be safe so here” moving away, Robyn’ mouth fell open staring at the Mercedes Benz white coupe. She didn’t say a word but just stared “you’re lying?” She pointed at me “why would I? It’s yours, including the red bow tie” Robyn placed her hand over her mouth “wow!! Maurice, this gift is like my dream!!!” Leon shouted “no way, oh my god!! This car is beautiful” Robyn giggled “I’m in shock, oh my god” Robyn walked over to me “awww baby, thank you. I cannot repay you, no way. Look at it!” She pointed at her new car “Maurice” Robyn’ eyes welled up, she wrapped her arms around my body “thank you baby” I laughed holding Robyn close “it’s ok, I hope you like it. It’s the night edition. I just wanted you to drive in class” watching Thomas walk over to me “this car is amazing” Robyn is always so emotional.

Shawn stood at the side of me “nice car nigga, what did you do? How did you even deal with ordering the car?” Shawn knows I do nothing for myself, I usually get my assistant “honestly, I called up the dealership. I said it needs to be white four by four, my woman will be driving it. I want all the good stuff. That was it, now look. The guy sent me a picture and I was like perfect, that’s it” Robyn looks so happy and I love it “proud of you” Shawn nudged me “you got a family, ain’t seen you so happy. It makes me emotional but I still see that look in your face bro, you know I see it. You do check on yourself yeah? You do check on yourself right?” Licking my lips “I do, I’m good Shawn. I just want Robyn happy and safe, that’s it” my smile grew watching Robyn giggling with Leon “I’ll be gone tomorrow but you need to update me with Reign and just watch your family on things, I’ll still have your back” rubbing my face smiling “I know Shawn, shit will be fine. You know me, I get on with it” watching Robyn walk over to me “I can’t thank you enough, seriously. Oh my god, thank you. You’re the best” looking down at the side of me, who the hell let Khaleesi out “get off” all on my jeans and shit “awww no, I have missed you. Come here girl” here Robyn goes, she loves this dog so much.

Robyn has not put the dog down “you both look so settled now it’s cute” Leon gushed “I am so happy, look at this. Khaleesi matches my car, all white everything” Robyn is so happy, I love it “how much was this?” Leon walked over to me, is he recording me “my girl got a new car, bitch look at this!” he walked off showing the car off “I think maybe we should go inside” I want to hug on my daughter “oh wait, I think it’s a cute, time for you both to have a picture. Come on, Robyn you would want that” why do people love pictures in this place “come on parents” Leon walked back a little “actually, Malik too. I think it’s a cute thing. I mean Jay, you fine but no. You just look after Reign” sighing out laughing “come here Khaleesi” Robyn waved over the dog as she ran to her, Robyn picked her up “come on now, together” placing my arms around Robyn neck lightly, Roybn looked up at me “thank you handsome” smiling down at Robyn “don’t be” I don’t want her to say thank you “all done” frowning at Leon but I barely even looked “ok then” I guess we can go in now.

Holding Reign’ car seat “welcome home baby” I am the first to walk inside “awww look at what uncle Shawn did for you” placing the car seat on the couch “awww who did the balloons that say welcome home Reign? That is adorable” unbuckling Reign out of the car seat, how the hell do you get the baby out of this, like I need to support her head at the same time. I am confused, I know how to do it but I can’t get my arms to do what I think is right “are you ok there?” Terry said, looking away from the car seat “not really, I am confused. So uhm, how do I exactly get her out? Like I don’t want to hurt her?” Terry cooed out “come here, you won’t hurt her. Always just support the head and body, you can scoop her out. Both hands here” watching Terry “I am not doing it, you are. I am just showing you an example. Hold her head and then the second hand the body. Bring her close to you and rest her on your shoulder, that was be the easiest way for you, go on” do I have to do this “no it’s ok, I don’t want too” I backed out of doing it “you sure?” walking back a little “why not?” I jumped at Robyn behind me “just because, so yeah. You ordering pizza Shawn?” Changing the subject.

I am actually so cold right now, pulling my hood up over my head “I am upset with you, you said tomorrow why you going now?” Shawn said tomorrow and now he needs to go, I stopped walking down the steps “business is business, you know this. I have to go, be back in time for morning work. You know I got you, come” walking down the rest of the steps “thank you Robyn and nice meeting you all” Shawn waved at the family, they still here too and it’s late “it’s shame you have to go though Shawn” placing my cigarette between my lips “I know, I have too but I will be back” pulling open the door, Malik is going to drive him to the airport. Stepping outside as I lit my cigarette “Malik, did my jet come back or his Naomi still using it?” I am not even sure “I can’t say, knowing her. Still using it” that could be true “ok, bye” Shawn said behind me “you, negro. You need to just you know, think of you aight? You ain’t even supposed to be smoking either” I shrugged walking off towards my car “he is all upset his boyfriend is going, look at him” Malik assumes he is funny but he isn’t, he really isn’t funny at all.

I love what Al has done to my office, I feel like scarface and I got cigars in this place, I should be asleep but I have work to catch up on. I have to actually read my own contracts, I am finding it ever so boring. Actually it may be later but I need to find out if my jet is back, this is the shit I have to do now. Malik is useless as shit, picking my phone up from the desk. Tapping Naomi’ name, sitting back in the chair placing my phone against my ear. It’s late but she ain’t got fuck all to do “you know to call my work phone” she has just woke up, I know that voice “I’m not stupid, I mean come on. I have been married to you long enough, asleep was you?” which I know she was “funny, what is it?” looking at the photo on my desk, I don’t remember putting a framed picture of my dad and I “oh yeah, my jet where is it? I have to chase up my own shit now?” I don’t even have the numbers to my pilots, I don’t do this shit at all “not with me, I used to come back with but that is it. Try your pilots” I chuckled “Naomi, Ally did this. I don’t know, I need to find someone else. Anyways, you good?” I had to ask “I am living, I am ok thank you. Goodnight” least she is ok “night” disconnecting the call.

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cozywritings · 4 years

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Stitches: ch3 Painkiller

It’s been 5 days since the fashion dinner. 5 days since you first kissed Shawn. And 5 days since you’ve seen him. It’s not like he was avoiding you, though, he’d sent you a text that next morning telling you that he had to go help some friends, who lived off campus, with moving in to their apartment.

It was completely understandable, but you wanted more of his intoxicating kisses, and more of Shawn in general. Something about him made you feel giddy, but extremely comfortable like you’d known him forever, but there was still excitment. Maybe it was the way he looked when you first meet him and he had that warm smile and soft hoodie, or the way he looked so peaceful when he was sleeping on top of you that night. Maybe it was the way he accepted the dinner invite and made you feel like the only girl in the room. You had to stop yourself there before you got too distracted, you needed to focus on pre-reading. That was, until your phone went off.

McDreamy: Hey, there’s a pizza night in the student center tonight since classes start tomorrow. Be my date?

You sent a quick “Of course”, going back to pre-reading on your Intro to Business chapters. You knew that class was going to kick your ass, you qeren’t good with numbers, but it was a requirement for you degree, so there wasn’t really a choice when it came to the class.

Luckily, Kyle has been letting you use his notes, so you’ve got a good idea of what Dr. Ledger was expecting. “It’s a lot of power points and outside reading. And he talks really fast, so you might wanna record the lectures.” Kyle warned you when he dropped off the notebook. “But as long as you do well on the exams you’ll be fine.” You remembered his words, reminding yourself that you could do this.

About three hours later, you had successfully copied the first 4 chapters of notes and done your reading. That’s when there was a knock on your door.

You opened it to see Mike, one of the other pre-med students you met that first night. “Hey.” He greeted, rubbing his arm nervously. “I was wondering if you’d seen Shawn lately. I was going to ask if he could help me with getting ready for my biology class, but I can’t seem to find him. You two seemed really close so I figured you’d know where to find him.” Mike was a first year, and he was extremely nervous about his intro classes.

“He’s been helping some friends off campus move into their apartment the past few days, but I can text him and see if he can help you. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to help.” You saw him relax, glad to know that he would be getting help.

To: McDreamy: Mike is here looking for you, he’s hoping you’d help him prepare for Bio. He seems pretty nervous.

McDreamy: Tell him that I’ll be back in an hour, but I’ve got a date tonight 😏 so I can’t help him for a long time.

You looked back up to see Mike shuffling his feet outside your door “He said if you could wait about an hour he can help for a while. But we have a date tonight.” Your cheeks heating up at the last part.

“Oh. I didn’t know you two were together.” He smiled at you, he was a good kid. You’d only talked to him briefly at the movie night, but he was really nervous about his classes. His parents are both sergeons, so he wants to make them proud.

“It’s not an official thing. We just went on one date, he was my date to the fashion department dinner a few days ago.” You smiled, playing with your fingers.

“But you like him a lot. I can tell. You two would make a hot couple.” His last statement threw you off and him too. “I- I just mean you’re both really attractive people and…. I’m gonna stop talking now. I’ll come back in about an hour to meet with Shawn then, bye.” He gave an awkward wave and then he was gone.

At around 5:00, Shawn was knocking on your door. “Can I come in?” He asked, through the door. You shouted a “yeah.” And listened as he entered. You were sitting at your desk, finalizing your notes for sociology. “Everything go good with Mike?”

“Yeah, he’s a good kid. Just first year jitters. You ready to go honey?” Your eyes shot up at the pet name, but you didn’t say anything. It sounded too nice to make him take it back.

As you stood up, you brushed out your jeans, that were covered in eraser shavings. “I like the shirt.” He said, pointing to the Elvis Presley shirt that your dad gave you as a going away gift. It was a little too big, but when you tucked it in or knotted it to the side, it was super cute.

“Oh, thanks. I live in an Elvis household.” You laughed, pulling your hair back into a low ponytail. Shawn held out this hand for you and you took it, grabbing your keys and making your way to the student center.

Arriving at the pizza party, to realised how much people really liked to interact here. There were so many students in the student building that the stairs were filled. It was a party school, efter all, you just weren’t ready for something this big on campus.

“Shawn!” Someone yelled, walking up and giving him a hug. “Hey man, thanks again for all the help this week. We couldn’t have done it without you.” You assumed that was Brian, or the roommate.

He just smiled, “It was no problem, besides. You did feed me for the week.” The two boys laughed until the one turned to look at you

“And you must be the reason he left us so early. I’m Brian, by the way.” He said, holding out his hand and confirming your suspitions. He seemed nice, as you shook his hand and took the beaded necklace he handed to you.

“Brian. This is my new hallway neighbor and…” he leaned into his ear and whispered something you couldn’t hear.

You watched Brian laugh and looked over at you with a wink. “I’m sorry, what was that?” You asked, confused and a little cocky.

“Oh nothing.” Shawn reassured you with a hand on your lower back, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“He called you his future girlfriend!” Brown yelled, earning a slap to the back of his head. “Aw come on Shawn. Don’t be a wuss.” you laughed, catching another set of beads that was tossed off the top of the staircase.

The rest of the evening was fun. You met a ton of people, played in a bean bag toss and won against an engineering student named Jordan, and had more fun than you’d ever thought. Back home, you usuallu stayed home and didn’t really get out much. Howerver, tonight Shawn was right there with you, cheering you on, introducing you to his friends, and apparently making sure that no one tried to steal you from him.

“Shawn,sweetie I’m really tired and I have a 9:00 am class in the morning. I think I’m gonna head back to the dorm.” You told him, noticing it was nearing midnight.

He nodded, tossing an empty water bottle into the recycling can. “Do you want me to walk with you? It’s dark out and you’re way too cute to be walking alone.” You blushed and felt someone come up behind you, and you turned to see Emily and Mike.

“Actually, we were headed back too. She can walk with us.” She said, placing a hand on your arm. She smiled at you, offering you a solo cup that had some gummy bears in it from the snack table.

You looked up to Shawn, who now seemed a lot more comfortable that you wouldn’t be alone. “Okay honey. I had fun.” He said, staring at your lips, begging for a kiss. So you nodded, leaning up on your tiptoes for a quick kiss. “Keep her safe.” He laughed at the other two dorm mates, who both had shocked looks on their faces. They obviously we’re prepared for that.

“You didn’t tell me you two were a thing!!” Emily yelled when you were far enough from the building that no one would hear her outburst. You laughed, shushing her.

“Yes I did! After the dinner. Either way, it’s very new. At the dinner we ended up kissing and he was so good looking and nice and sweet” You stated, filling in Mike on what you’d already told Emily a few days prior “ And he’s so not what I’m used to and-” you let out a sigh at the thought of Shawn.

That’s when both of them looked at you “Well, what are you used to?” Mike asked, his voice extremely cautious. You looked down at your feet, not sure how to phrase the next story that you were going to tell. Mentally you kicked yourslef for saying something, you didn’t want to bring this up, thiswas your chance to start over.

“My last ex. Actually all of them, even though there’s only been three. They were all pretty shitty, with sexual stuff. I’ll tell you guys more later, I’m not really comfortable talking about it. Anyways, it just really messed me up, and I’ve even been in therapy for it. Mainly it’s my most recent ex that caused it.” They looked at you, Emily almost tearing up. “I don’t want to get into details but I-“

Mike placed a hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to. But from what I can tell about Shawn. He wouldn’t do that to you.” You looked up, about to thank him, when your heart dropped. Across from the courtyard from you, was the devil himself. He was leaned against the technology building, laughing at something someone had said, a cigarette to his lips. “Mike. Em. Keep walking. Just, please let’s go. I want to get back to the dorm.” The shake in your voice prompted them to walk faster, Emily holding your hand tightly while Mike looked around for what could’ve set you off.

When you got to your door, you started crying. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t my place to ask. I’m sure that was a lot for you to bring up” Mike babbled, rubbing your back while Emily got your door open and helped you inside and onto your bed.

Through choked sobs and your attempted breathing exercises, you got out a “not your fault.” The room was spinning at you tried to regain control of your breathing and heart rate. “Mike. She’s having a panic attack. I want you to go get some water and call Shawn, okay?” Emily barked, grabbing your hand and looking at you. “Hey there, listen to me. You’re okay. Have you had these before?” You nodded. “Do you have any pills for them?” You shook your head. “Not anymore.” you gasped, wishing you’d refilled your perscription before you left home.

Mike barreled through the door with a water bottle. “Shawn’s on his way. Is she okay? What can I do? This is all my fault.” You reached out, grabbing Mike’s hand and shaking your head. “She said it’s not your fault Mikey. She’s had them before, but she’s out of her meds. This isn’t your fault.” He seemed to relax after that.

He looked at you apologetically, you could see he felt bad, but you still weren’t able to speak to tell him this wasn’t your fault. “I’m gonna go see if Shawn is here.” He said, looking down at his phone.

After he’d left, Emily turned to you. “Without causing an after shock. Can you tell me what happened?” You took a very shaky deep breath, your body finally calming down enough to speak.

“It wasn’t Mikey’s fault. I looked over and my ex was actually there. The one I was talking about earlier? I didn’t know he was attending this school too. It was just a shock, like a sucker punch to the gut.” She nodded, pressing a kiss to your hand before walking out to let you decompress on silence.

Just as you were about to close your eyes, your body drained of all energy, the door opened again and you noticed a head of curls walking towards you. “Hey. Are you okay? I knew I should’ve walked you back.” His hands were resting on either side of your body like a shield while you laid on your bed. He looked at you before placing a hand on your cheek and rubbing gently with his thumb.

“I’m okay now. I- I saw my ex and it wasn’t pretty. I’ll tell you about it later. For when we are a little more established” Your eyes drooping in exhaustion.

“Mike and Em already told me what they knew. I promise I’ll keep you safe baby. Nothing is going to happen to you okay? Not as long as I’m around. Can I get you something? Do you need more water or I could start a shower for you.” You shook your head, placing your hand on his cheek.

He instantly stopped talking and looked at you, waiting for you to tell him what you needed. “Look at you, all protective and shit. It’s cute.” You smiled and he kissed the side of your palm. “But no I don’t need anything. Just want to get some sleep and start fresh tomorrow.”

He smiled, tilting his head slightly to kiss the entirety of your palm again. “Remember that I’m just across the hall, okay? Do you want me to stay a few more minutes to check on you? I want to make sure you’ve calmed down enough to fully rest.” You really just wanted to sleep, but the look on his face was begging you to let him stay. Maybe it was the doctor in him, or maybe he was just this passionate.

“I’d really like that. You can turn on the tv if you’d like. I have a fire stick, pick whatever you want. I just want to decompress.” He laughed softly, turning it on and clicking on some cooking show.

“How about you put on something more comfy and I go talk to the nurses outside. They are really worried and Want to make sure you’re okay before they go to bed” You let out a breathy laugh, getting up and walking towards your dresser.

“Tell them thank you, for me.” He nodded, walking over to place a kiss to your head.

Whispering softly he said, “Put on a sports bra, I’ve got a gift for you.” He smiled before walking out to talk to Mike and Emily who were no doubt a mess in the hallway.

Now dressed in your Calvin Klein sports bra and shorts, you were comfy in bed. Shawn walked in with a navy blue shirt in his hand and gave it to you. “I noticed you like to bury your face in my nack, and I know that calming scents help the body stay at ease. So I thought you’d like this.” You smiled, slipping the shirt over your head and snuggling into the sheets.

Shawn was now laying next to you, keeping a hand on yours to help keep you calm. It gave you a sense of safety, knowing that he was so gentle. “Thank you for making sure I was okay. I know you were having fun at the party.” He just kissed your head.

“It was time to come home, it was late. And don’t thank me, it’s my job. As a caretaker and hopefully a boyfriend.” You looked up at him, a tired smile on your face.

“Definitely as both.” You stated, nuzzling into his chest. Feeling safe for the first time in a long time.

He hummed happily, “Want me to stay tonight?” Too tired to answer you nodded, clinging to his body like he was a life support. “Then you’ve gotta let me get changed sweetheart.” You reluctantly pulled away, allowing him to get up and go to his own dorm room to change. But you couldn’t help the look he gave you before he shut the door. You could’ve swore you saw pure love him his eyes, and you’d only known him a week.

He returned five minutes later in some plaid pants and a wife beater. But the thing you couldn’t get past, was the fact that his pants were tucked into his socks. “Shawn?” He looked at you, nestling into bed with you, his head resting on your shoulder. “What the fuck is going on with your pants.”

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honey whiskey - shawn mendes

a/n: first fic i’ve written in a while. sorry I’m a little rusty. uh this is like 4.9k words which is the longest thing i’ve ever written? also there’ll be a part two!! i never thought i’d be much of a series writer but, hey, i guess uni has changed me

warnings: swearing, sexual references, some sexual harassment language

The run up to Christmas means that bars are getting a lot busier; people meeting up for business before they get too busy with family priorities, friends meeting up for drinks and planning gift giving, even some couples just wanting a nice night out before they’re completely flooded with responsibilities to buy presents for the ‘obnoxious mother’ or ‘uptight uncle’. That’s how you find yourself now; pouring shots, pulling pints, swept off your feet as the bar fills up with people. Your manager, John, is helping you along with your coworkers, it’s truly all hands on deck in this situation.

“Fucking hell, I wish people would choose somewhere else to go for christmas cocktails,” your colleague Katie says to you as she stands beside you, shaking a cocktail shaker as you pour some Jäger bombs. You laugh at her attitude, wishing the exact same thing. You’ve been working since 3PM and your bar doesn’t close til 1, meaning you won’t be home til about 2AM.

“You and me both, but nowhere else has absolutely delicious Christmas cocktails,” you laugh, sending her a wink.

“Ugh! It’s so annoying though, I hate this time of year,” she sighs, pouring the cocktail into a glass. You put the shots onto a tray, laughing as you walk over to the front of the bar.

“You’re such a Scrooge, Katie.” You laugh, walking past her to continue serving your customers. You feel overwhelmed with the amount of people who are at the bar in comparison to the people who are behind it - there’s only 4 of you. That is, until John comes round the front of the bar with a guy you don’t know, but recognise. He’s wearing a denim jacket, some black jeans and black boots and god he’s tall, and so handsome. His silky curls are messy on his head, his jawline is sharp and his smile may be the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen. His cheeks are rosy, possibly from the cold weather outside.

“Everybody, this is Shawn,” John shouts to you all, trying to be heard over the commotion that is the customers and music. “He’s gonna be helping us out this evening!” A chorus of ‘hey’s and ‘hello’s follow John’s statement, he and Shawn immediately get to work as you continue your own work

“Shawn is so fucking hot,” Katie says as she comes over to you, taking a bottle of beer out of the fridge and popping the cap open. You laugh at her, “I’m serious, dude! Look at him!”

“Yeah, Katie, I’m not blind. But I don’t think Sam would be too happy about you drooling over someone else,” you nudge her.

“Oh she won’t care! She trusts and loves me. Besides, I was thinking more for you,” she chuckles, lowering her voice as she notices Shawn approaching your end of the bar, retrieving a bottle of beer from the fridge. He flashes you both a smile, saying a small ‘hey’ as he does so. Katie laughs at your reaction, you mumble a quick and squeaky ‘hello’ before turning to continue serving your customers. You can’t help but cringe at yourself, you’re not usually so baffled by attractive men but Shawn is so different.

As the night goes on, people start getting more drunk, and making requests. You have a laptop behind the bar controlling the music, and it isn’t until Lost In Japan begins playing over the speakers that you finally realise why you recognise Shawn. He’s in the corner with John, pouring shots and laughing along with him, John teasing him for the amount of girls dancing around and throwing themselves over the bar. “Katie!” You yell to her, trying to get her attention even though she’s pulling some pints for customers. You rush over to her, temporarily forgetting the gin and tonic that you’re pouring and telling her; “Katie, this is Shawn’s song!” She looks at you and laughs, looking behind you to see Shawn bopping along to the music.

“Holy shit! I thought I recognised him, but I didn’t realise that was him. Sam is gonna freak when I tell her!” She shouts excitedly, almost spilling the pint she was pouring. You laugh with her, before she turns to you and says “you should seriously go talk to him, babe.” You laugh even harder, saying “yeah, right, as if he’d ever talk to me!” Before returning to your almost forgotten drink.

Throughout the night, you catch a lot of glimpses at Shawn. You almost always catch him smiling, and his smile is so infectious, you find yourself smiling as you shake your head and attempt to concentrate on what you’re doing. You go over to a customer with the card machine, asking for them to insert their card and enter their pin. However, the card is declined, leaving you with the unfortunate task of telling them that their card has been declined and to try again. After 3 attempts, her card is still being temperamental, and you can see she’s getting angry.

“I’m really sorry, ma’am, but your card is still being declined. Do you have any cash or another card, perhaps?”

“No, I don’t have another card or any cash. Can you just try it again?” She snaps at you, clearly annoyed and drunk.

“I’m sorry, I’ve tried your card 4 times now and it’s still being declined.” You say politely, even though your heart is beating in your chest and you feel like crying. The next thing you know, Shawn is beside you, gracing you with his warmth and your breath hitches in your throat.

“Hey, honey, is there a problem? John asked me to come see what’s up,” his hand subconsciously resting on your back gently.

“Oh, uh, this lady’s card keeps being declined-“

“I told her to try again, but she’s being useless. Shawn, would you be able to help?” Her finger twirls a strand of hair and she pushes her cleavage up, clearly flirting with him. You don’t blame her, he is gorgeous. But your focus was on how she called you ‘useless’.

“Y/N isn’t useless at all. In fact, she’s doing an amazing job considering how busy it is in here. I think you should apologise.” He says, making heat rush to your face. You’re flattered that he’d even notice you’re working hard.

“Well, I’m sorry. For snapping about my card. Uh, I’ll contact my bank and see what the problem is. Forget the drinks for now, thanks.” She says before walking away almost bashfully. You turn to him, and see he’s already smiling down at you.

“Thank you, for helping me out,” you say, your attention on Shawn now. You notice that John and Katie are both serving the last two people waiting, so your undivided attention goes to Shawn.

“No problem, she was a bitch anyway,” he laughs and god it’s a beautiful laugh.

“You should see what it’s like when someone gets really angry at me. It can be a lot worse than how she acted.” You chuckle, trying to laugh off the situation.

“It’s not fair that you get treated so badly,” he says, smile replaces with a look of concern for you. You grab a cloth and some spray, wiping down the counter before taking some of the glasses through to the glass wash. Shawn follows you, grabbing some glasses from off the counter. He helps you load the tray, the close proximity meaning you can smell his cologne; a musky smell which is so enticing. “So, what’s it like working here constantly?” He asks, as he passes you some more dirty glasses to put in the wash.

“You really wanna know? It’s uh, hard at times. There are always drunk people who can either be overly nice or overly ... disgusting.” You let out a breathy laugh, it’s insincere and Shawn can tell.

“Disgusting how?” He knows what you’re talking about. He’s never been to a bar or club where the pretty girl behind the bar isn’t hit on, or talked about extremely sexually. It infuriated him.

“Disgusting like ‘let me see your tits’, and that’s not even the worst of it.” You feel shy telling him this, for some reason. You’d met the dude a couple hours ago when he offered to help - which Katie pointed out was ‘super generous of him’ and winked at you - but you felt so comfortable around him already.

“God, that-that’s fuckin’ horrible, I’m sorry people are like that, honey.” He hates it, hates that he can’t help you, hates that he can’t protect you from disgusting people.

“Anyway, how’s your career? I hear you play music sometimes?” You chuckle, lightening the mood. Shawn could talk for hours about his music, it’s the only constant in his life. He’s fulfilling his dream, he’s got a lot of love and support behind him and god he could talk for hours.

“Yeah, I sing occasionally. I’m not that good though.” He laughs along with you, and he loves your laugh.

“Shut up! You know you’re good, Mendes.” And it’s true. He knows he has talent, he knows he puts a lot of work into his music, he works so hard for it, and he knows he’s good. But when you tell him he’s good, he can’t help but smile and he can’t help the rush of blood that covers his cheeks, making them rosy. He’s just glad the lights are dim enough out in the back that you haven’t noticed he’s blushing. Before he can respond, Katie comes out the back telling you they’re about to call last orders.

“Jesus, is it already 1 already? Fuck,” you run a hand through your hair, tying it up before preparing yourself to go back out behind the bar to serve the last rush of people for the evening.

“God, time flies when you’re having fun, eh?” Shawn says, a hand running nervously through his own curls. He doesn’t want the night to end, he’d only just started talking to you and he didn’t want to ever stop.

“Wow, you sounded so Canadian then,” you chuckle, before serving a customer. He smiles at you, but you don’t see.

As the atmosphere dies down, with people slowly making their way out of the bar and heading home, you and Katie clean the bar whilst John and Shawn scoot the last remaining people out. It proves difficult for Shawn as a lot of the girls want pictures, and he’s just too damn nice to say no. You can’t help but smile at how kind he is, stopping to take a photo with everyone even though he’s clearly ready to go home and they’re all clearly drunk. “So, how is lover boy?” Katie asks as she takes the nozzles off of the pint levers, ready to clean them.

“Katie,” you whine, annoyed that she keeps insinuating you and Shawn are already dating. “You know he could probably get anyone he wanted, why the fuck would he want to date me?”

“Dude you’re hot as shit for a start, and second, that shit doesn’t matter. He likes you, I can tell,” she continues scrubbing the bar as you unload some clean glasses from the tray. You bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating what she’s saying. Does she really think he likes you? How do you go up to him and ask him out without looking like an idiot if you’re rejected? You weren’t usually so bashful or shy about talking to attractive people, but Shawn truly is something else. You look up, before turning to move the tray out into the back, and catch Shawn’s hazel eyes. He looks so pretty under the light, his jacket long forgotten after the rush of business, his crimson shirt unbuttoned more than before, creating a slightly disheveled look. But, fuck, he looks hot. He catches your eye, giving you a dazzling smile before he has to take another picture with someone. You send him a small wave before going out into the back, loading trays of dirty glasses into the wash. John returns behind the bar with Shawn, announcing that he’d offered to help close down and clear up, but John had to get home due to his early morning start. “Alright, buddy, you’re in perfectly capable hands here. Call me if you guys need anything, thank you all for your help tonight!”

“So, what can I do to help?” Shawn asks, leaning on the bar. You can see his broad chest, his rosy cheeks and his hands. His curly hair is slightly sweaty, and you can’t help the dirty thoughts running through your mind.

“You could sweep the floor for us, please?” You ask, and Shawn smiles at you, nodding his head as you go to retrieve the dustpan and broom. “We usually sweep and mop the floor behind the bar last as it’s always dirtier.” You send him a small smile, and as you pass him the broom your hands gently scrapes against his, and you feel so cliché and stupid for the rush of electricity shooting up your arm, causing goosebumps to form and the hair to stand up. Shawn smiles at you again, and you wonder if he realises how he’s affecting you. Katie waltzes over to you, box of beer from out the back to put in the fridges, chanting a quiet ‘y/n likes Shawn’ causing you to turn and gently slap the back of her head.

“‘The fuck was that for?” She laughs, knowing damn well she’s winding you the hell up.

“You gotta be quiet, man, he could fuckin’ hear you. Besides, I barely know the guy-“

“Which is exactly why you should get his number! Start texting, then ask to meet up for a coffee or something!” She interrupts, squatting down to stock the fridge. You pass her a few beers at a time, saving her from getting up and squatting back down every so often.

“Between studying and working, I don’t have time for a date!” You laugh, trying to convince yourself that you don’t need a date with Shawn. But, truth be told, you’d really like one.

“That’s bullshit! You don’t have any time for one coffee date? Babe, you have lectures for 4 hours, tops, and then you’re free for the evening!” She’s right. You know she is, and that’s why you stand, biting the inside of your cheek and contemplating whether to get his number or not. You look over to him, and see that he’s dancing along to the music which is now playing softly over the speakers as he sweeps the floor. He’s singing quietly to himself and it’s so endearing and sweet that you might explode. You just cannot get over how sweet he is, he came to the bar with the intention to hang out and have fun, yet he gave that up to help you out and now he’s helping you close? Oh, yeah. You’re fucked.

“Katie, I’m fucked.”

“What?” She laughs, confused. She finished her sentence a good 2 minutes ago, not realising you were contemplating this entire time. “You mean, you wanna get fucked?”

“God, you’re so gross,” you laugh along with her, helping her to her feet. Shawn comes back behind the bar, emptying the contents of the dustpan into the bin before turning to you both, clapping his hands together and asking what’s next. You can’t help but smile at him, he’s just so fucking sweet and hot and he can sing and play guitar? He’s a triple threat.

“Actually, we need some stuff from the cellar, y/n was just about to go but it’s quite a bit, would you mind helping her?” Katie says, smirking to herself. It’s subtle, but doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“Yeah, ‘course I’ll go with.” And there’s that damn smile again.

“Great! I’ll mop up the floor while you’re doing that and then I think we’ll be good to go!” Katie smiles, such a cheeky smile as she turns to hand you the list of things you need to bring up. You shoot her daggers before leading Shawn down to the cellar.

“God, it’s freezing down here,” is the first thing he says when he steps into the cellar; “are you not cold?”

You let out a laugh, something you’ve found yourself doing a lot tonight. “I’m kinda used to it by now. It has to be cold for all the draft pipelines, and a lot of the stock too.” You and Shawn grab the things you need; a few wines, beers, ciders and spirits. The whole time you’re down there, you and Shawn are laughing and chatting. The conversation flows so easily between you, he asks about your studies and where you’re from, and you ask about his music which he unfortunately didn’t get round to talking about earlier. When he starts talking about it, his face lights up like a kid on Christmas. And that makes your heart beat real fast, a swarm of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Sorry, I’m talking too much, huh?” Shawn says, a hand moving to scratch the back of his neck as his face flushes a rosy pink.

“No, no no! Not at all! It’s great that you’re so passionate about your job! Wish I could say the same but I’m kind of stuck here,” you laugh, nudging him gently with your shoulder. Shawn looks at you and laughs with you, his eyes crinkling as he does. You can’t help but feel a little vulnerable; sharing your thoughts and life stories with someone you’d only met a few hours ago, let alone Shawn Mendes. “Gotta pay the uni fees somehow.”

He shakes his head as he smiles at you, the cold air in the cellar turning his face pink again. You grab everything and head upstairs, and Shawn is impressed by your strength; watching you balance a few cases of ciders on top of a box of wines which is stacked up on top of a box of prosecco, all whilst walking up the stairs is highly impressive to him. He’s so enticed by you already and he’s only known you for a couple of hours. But he also feels like he’s known you forever. You reach the top, holding the door open for Shawn as he passes through, saying a small ‘thank you’. You follow him behind the bar, putting your boxes down onto the countertop before opening them to top up the fridges. Shawn gives you a hand, you kneeling on the floor as he passes the stock down to you to put in the fridge. You see Katie out of the corner of your eye and she’s still smirking to herself, she’ll probably make a joke later about how you were ‘on your knees for him’, which will earn her another smack and a ‘shut up’ from you.

“How’re you getting home tonight?” Shawn asks, as he passes you the last bottle of Corona. God, could he get any sweeter?

“I was gonna walk, actually, I only live about 5 minutes away,” you say, getting up to your feet and taking the cardboard boxes out the back to the cardboard bin.

“You were gonna walk? By yourself? At 2AM?” He sounds confused, almost upset, that you’d walk home that time of night.

“Yeah, I do it every week, it’s no biggie,” you laugh, emptying the rubbish bin, replacing the liner with a new one. Shawn looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. There’s no way he’d let you walk home alone, probably not even in broad daylight.

“What about Katie? Does she never drop you home?” He asks, concerned. He’s a caring person normally, but damn he seems to care more about you than he has about anyone else in such a short amount of time.

“Katie’s girlfriend comes to pick her up and she goes a completely different way to me. Honestly, I don’t mind walking home it’s quite nice,” you shrug, but he’s not having it. Katie has offered to take you home before, but you didn’t want to be out of the way. Sometimes she demands it, other times she gives up against your stubbornness and just lets you be, telling you to text her as soon as you’re in the door safely. You never fail to let her know you’re home, and she never fails to tell you she is too and that she’s about to do some nasty shit with her girlfriend. They’re very in love.

“Okay, then I’ll walk home with you,” he suggests, taking the bin from your hand. Your hands touch again and, god, you hate that schoolgirl feeling you get. But you really like him, his hands are so large and so warm and you wonder how they’d feel holding your own, or running along you-

“Earth to y/n?” Shawn chuckles, noticing the slight flush of your cheeks.

“Sorry, um, you don’t have to walk me home, Shawn, it’s fine, really-“

“Nonsense, I’m not letting you leave this bar without me.” He smiles his perfect smile again, and you melt into a puddle.

“I mean, if you don’t mind? It’s not far, uh, how far do you have to go to get home?” You ask, hoping he’s not going out of his way for you.

“Not far, don’t worry honey,” he chuckles again, taking the bin outside to the large general waste bin. Katie takes this opportunity to come back behind the bar, walking over to you and wiggling her eyebrows.

“He’s walking you home, huh?”

“Oh, shut up, Katie it’s not like that,” you say, but your stomach is turning and you can’t help but smile a little.

“It’s absolutely like that. You should get his number when he drops you home!” She nudges you, causing you to drop the sanitizer spray you were holding.

“Katie! God, you’re so annoying sometimes,” you whine, but you don’t mean it. Katie knows that, and she knows that she’s right. Deep down, you know it too. “We still need to sweep and mop behind the bar but you’re in my way.”

“Well, I’m sorry, boss,” she jokes, moving to in front of the bar and leaning in the counter, on her phone.

“Texting Sam?” You ask, moving along the floor with the mop, scrubbing the floor until it’s squeaky clean.

“Yeah, she’s on her way now. And, by the way, I want a long text from you, either tonight or tomorrow morning, with every juicy detail about Mr Mendes and your night,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you, but you roll your eyes at her. Even if you wanted something to happen, you wouldn’t after only knowing him for a few hours. Would you?

“I doubt anything’ll even happen, Kate,” you move to put the mop and bucket in the back, emptying the bucket and cleaning it out. When you move back out, Shawn has returned, his cheeks and nose a little red from the cold, and he has his jacket back on. But his shirt is stil unbuttoned, and you can still see some of his broad chest and god you just about die right then.

“Is that everything? Sam’s outside,” Katie asks, putting her own jacket on.

“Yeah, that’s everything. Do you have the keys? I’ll lock up,” you ask, Katie taking the keys out of her jacket pocket and chucking them to you, which you catch perfectly. You let out a chuckle as you move round to the front of the bar, turning off the lights in the process. You give Katie a hug goodbye, telling her to tell Sam you say hey and to text you when you home. She tells you to text her too, and then winks at you to which you roll your eyes. You notice Shawn is stood by the door, on his phone.

“Sorry we took so long to clean up,” you begin, but Shawn shakes his head and smiles at you.

“It’s okay, honey, you’re doing your job,” god you love when he calls you that. You smile back at him, putting your leather jacket on before turning off the final light, Shawn opening the door for you and following you outside. You lock the door, checking it about 3 times before you’re satisfied. “Can’t have anyone breaking in and stealing all the booze.” Shawn jokes, flashing yet another gorgeous smile at you.

You laugh at his joke, replying with a “yeah, that’s my job!” Before heading home. The walk home is lovely; the cool air is nice in comparison to the overly heated, busy bar. You notice Shawn is quite close to you, possibly for body heat, but you’re not complaining. It’s nice to have him close, you feel safer.

“Do you drive?” He asks, wondering why you’d walk home every night if you had a car.

“Yeah, I do. I have a car too, I just don’t want to use it when there’s a more environmentally friendly option of walking just 5 minutes down the road from my home.”

“That makes sense. But, it still scares me that you’d walk home by yourself at 2AM.” He says, genuine concern laced in his voice. You smile at this, biting your lip. It’s so cute how caring he is. “I have a little sister, she’s only 15 so she doesn’t go out but I won’t want her walking home by herself in the dark when she’s older.” He seems kind of sheepish when he admits this, but you find it lovely. This is the first he’s spoken about his sister all night, but you can tell how protective he is of her and how much he loves her.

“Must be pretty cool for her having you as a big brother,” you say, voice sounding a lot louder than it actually is due to the lack of surrounding sounds. You’re starting to feel the cold, even though you’re only a few minutes away from your home. You notice you’re walking a lot slower than usual, because you want to spend more time with Shawn.

“I think she’d say otherwise,” he laughs again, his shoulders shaking with his laughter. You look up at him and smile, you can’t seem to stop smiling around him. God, it’s all so cliché and cheesy but he’s just one of those people; his smile lights up a room and his laughter is so contagious you physically can’t help yourself.

“So she doesn’t think you’re the cool, famous big brother?” You nudge him with your shoulder, smiling up at him. The wind is blowing your hair all over the place and you can’t tame it, but Shawn thinks you look gorgeous. The street lamps are dim, but nice; accentuating your facial features but casting a shadow.

“Nah. She loves me, but I think she thinks I’m pretty lame and overprotective. Which is true,” you round the corner and see your apartment building, causing you to pout a little. You’ve enjoyed spending time alone with Shawn, even if it was for a mere 5 minutes.

“So, uh, this is me. Thank you for walking me home,” you say, as you retrieve your keys from your pocket, “do you have much further to walk?”

“No, I’m about 15 minutes that way,” he points behind you.

“Do you want me to call a cab for you? lt’s the least I could do considering you walked me home safely,” you offer, pulling your phone out of your back pocket to check the time.

“No, thank you, honey. I’ll be fine,” he smiles yet again, and your heart beats a hundred miles a minute, yet again. The way he calls you honey is so sweet and smooth; exactly like honey itself. “Have a good night, y/n.”

“Wait, Shawn, would you wanna get a coffee sometime?” Your heart is beating out of your chest, your palms are sweating and you can’t control your breathing; this is a first for you. You’re not usually so nervous around boys, but Shawn is so different. And, god, when he smiles, you just about die.

His cheeks flush, again, and he says “yeah, I’d like that. Gimme your phone and I’ll put my number in, drop me a text when you’re free, students seem to be really busy these days.” And there you go again, letting out a breathy laugh alongside him. You unlock your phone, going to contacts and handing it to him. He puts in his number and gives his phone back to you, telling you to text him when you’re inside. “Okay, Mr Protective, I didn’t realise I’d have my own personal bodyguard,” you chuckle before telling him, more seriously, “text me when you’re home okay, please.”

He smiles at you, putting his now cold hands in his jean pockets before saying, “promise. Goodnight, y/n.” And flashing you one more dazzling smile. You smile back saying a soft, “night, Shawn,” before heading into your building, stupid smile plastered on your face as you text Katie ‘im home safe, and i got shawn’s number’. with a response of ‘omfg are u serious?! get that D bb yessss’

You get into your flat, immediately putting your pyjamas on and making yourself a cup of tea to warm you up. You sit in bed, texting Katie, telling her about Shawn and everything you enjoy about being in his company, when you get a text from the man himself. Your face lights up, his text saying ‘honey i’m home :)’. You chuckle again, responding with a ‘good, i was worried my bodyguard was gonna get hurt’ and a ‘thank you again for walking me home’, to which Shawn replies ‘lol i’d be a bad bodyguard if i got hurt myself ;)’ ‘anytime, can’t wait for that coffee date :)’ and you fell asleep with a giddy feeling in your stomach; a sickly feeling of happiness.

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t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o · 6 years

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Blue Jeans

So based off of a little conversation @shawnm521 and I had, this turned out shorter than what I expected. But I like it

Words: 1.6K

Warnings: some swear words, and brief mentions of sexual situations...also the mental image of Shawn in blue jeans.

Please enjoy and leave some feedback ~T-Rex💕🦖

“Shawn seriously, they will look amazing on you.” You sigh as you sit in your shared bed, your iPad in your lap. Glasses on your face and your hair pulled up into a messy pony tail.

“I don’t wear blue jeans baby, it’s a strict black jean policy.” Shawn responds as he steps out of the bathroom. Briefs hugging his hips while he holds his tooth brush in his right hand.

Tooth paste foam around his mouth, his hair a disheveled mess. Before he disappears again, the water turning on as he finishes his teeth. You roll your eyes slightly, setting your iPad off to the nightstand.

“Don’t give me that attitude!” Shawn calls, making you chuckle softly. How he knew you rolled your eyes is always beyond you. It’s like he’s got a sixth sense for when you’re giving him an attitude.

He comes out a few minutes later, face freshly washed with the new face stuff you got him. When he had complained of dry skin and a break out across his forehead. Which really you didn’t see, but you appeased him with a moisturizing face wash that seemed to make him happy.

“You don’t like my black jeans?” He asks as he crawls into bed by you, flicking off his lamp and spooning up behind you.

“No, I do just think you’d look good expanding your horizon a bit. Remember when I wore that pair of ripped up jeans?” You ask, resting your hand over his on your lower stomach.

“Mmm...yea, I liked those ones.” He rumbles behind you, burying his nose in your hair. You laugh softly and pat his hand before resting in the blankets more. Letting his warmth and the feel of his chest moving evenly against your back lull you under.

It’s a few days later, when you’re tossing clothes into the washer. Headphones in, it was a proper cleaning day for you. Shawn was at the studio and you had the day off from school and work. So you took advantage and set out to get things done. You look down at the pair of black jeans, biting onto your lower lip. One or two pairs of blue jeans wouldn’t kill him.

Pulling your phone out and snapping a picture of the label and size. Before tossing them into the washer, doing your normal routine of starting it. Heading off to start the dish washer and then sweep the kitchen floor.

Which is how you find yourself standing in Levi’s, staring at the wall of jeans. Looking back down at the size on your phone, huffing out.

“Hi, can I help you?” A woman asks cheerily as she steps over to you.

“Thank god, yes I need a pair of blue jeans in this size. But make them a little looser around the legs. Please, I have never bought men’s jeans.” You say laughing at yourself as you hold up your phone. Showing off the size and label of the jeans your boyfriend loves so much.

“Oh, we have these blue jeans over here. The straight fit look, and then we have these over here. They have some rips in the pockets, and then these are just our boot cut jeans.” She says pointing out the three different styles of jeans.

You hum softly and nod your head a bit, completely x-naying the ripped ones. He doesn’t wear ripped ones now, if you had any hope of him wearing blue jeans they weren’t going to be ripped.

“Can I see the straight fit jeans?” You ask, sucking on your lower lip as she pulls down the size Shawn needs.

“I think those will work, trying to expand his horizon.” You say, getting her to chuckle as she folds them over her arm.

“Well, men are very set and stubborn...and they say women are.” She laughs leading you up the register. Helping you check out, letting you throw in a new pair of sunglasses for yourself. Before taking the bag and heading out with a final goodbye.

Making your way home to start on lunch for yourself, and to hopefully finish your homework before Shawn gets home. You’re surprised when you pull into the parking garage to see his Jeep. Taking the elevator up to the ninth floor you’re chewing on your lower lip.

“Hey bub...you feeling okay?” You ask, seeing the tall boy on the couch. He looks up, sandwich in his hands as he nods a bit. You laugh softly and head for the kitchen, setting your purse on the table followed by the bag. Hearing Shawn get up to follow you, his sock clad feet sliding across the floor boards.

“Came home for lunch, but you weren’t here yet. Figured I’d surprise you, but I got hungry and couldn’t wait.” He says shrugging a bit and setting his plate with a half eaten turkey sandwich and handful of the kettle chips he likes down. Nosing through the bag and oohing as he pulls out the jeans.

“Baby...these are huge...I don’t think these are going to fit you.”

“Shawn...read the label you dork.” You say snickering as you go to grab a vitamin water from the fridge.

“What...I thought we agreed no blue jeans. Babe I can’t be seen in these, holy fuck these are expensive! Why did you buy these?!” He asks whipping around to face you, still clutching the jeans in his hands.

“You said no blue jeans, there’s no harm in having just one pair. It’ll do your heart and soul some good...imagine the fans reactions.” You say smiling as you look at his face.

“Jesus Christ...you’re going to be the death of me.” He says softly, setting them down on the table and picking up his sandwich again. Taking a bite of it and chewing while staring you down. You sip at your flavored drink, eyeing him back. Before he huffs and steps over, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you honey.”

“You make it sound like your grandma bought you underwear for Christmas.” You say tipping your head back and laughing at his reaction. He rolls his eyes a bit and smiles softly as he looks at you.

“I need to do some homework pouty boy.” You state, pinching his cheek gently and side stepping around him to grab your laptop.

Sitting at the table and opening the lid, before watching him out of the corner of your eye. Seeing the way he’s eyeing the jeans before heading for the living room to finish his lunch.

~few weeks later~

“Baby! Where are my black jeans?!” Shawn calls as he rifles through his side of the closet. Letting out an angry groan as he tries to find at least one pair of his jeans.

“I told you I had to restart them, the washer spazzed out and didn’t pull all of the water from them.” You respond, sliding your earrings in. Stepping from the bathroom to see him wearing his black briefs and Toronto Maple Leaf’s jersey.

“Shawn, we’re going to be late. Brian’s already texted me four times.” You tell him, pulling on your Chelsea boots. Adjusting the waist band of your leggings and looking at him. He lets out a soft groan and grabs the blue jeans that you had left for him in the bag still. Grumbling as he walks past you and goes to the bathroom. Sliding them up, and zipping them all while mumbling under his breath.

“Are you happy? I’m in the fucking jeans you wanted me in.” Shawn almost snaps as he opens the bathroom door. You look up from your phone, feeling your heart rate increase slightly. Shawn in jeans was always a sight to behold, but Shawn in blue jeans...that was a whole different story.

“Well, lets go we’re going to be late. I’m already going to get bitched at by Brian.” He says, leaving the room and going for the shoe holder on the back of the closet door in the living room.

Grabbing his only pair of converse ~a gift from your mom because you both would look adorable in matching shoes~. Pulling them into his feet with a scowl set onto his lips.

Before he feels you stepping up next to him, grabbing your own converse. Sliding out of your boots and pulling the shoes on your feet and quickly lacing them up.

“I’m sorry your jeans aren’t washed. I thought they would have been done by the time we had to leave...but you do look good in these ones.” You say softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek before grabbing your purse. Slinging it over your body and grabbing his jeep keys.

Heading out of the door and for the elevator, not wanting to face his wrath anymore. Shawn bites his lip as he looks at himself in the full length mirror on the closet door. Seeing the way the jeans hug his thighs but accentuate his butt. Before he’s rushing out after you, barley remembering to lock the door.

“Baby, baby, I’m sorry.” Shawn pants as soon as he’s gotten to you in the parking garage. Climbing into the driver’s side and seeing you typing a message to Brian.

“I do like them, just wasn’t expecting to have to wear them. Thank you.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before starting the drive to the hockey rink. You smile softly as you look up at him, letting him take your hand and hold it on the console.

And if that night when you got home, both a little drunk on the victory. And the beer and wine coolers that were bought at the game. And if you happened to push him against the front door once it was closed and locked.

Pulling his jeans down to his knees and sucking him off, the way he likes. When he gets to pull your hair a little and lead you down his length. Then Shawn definitely wasn’t complaining about the jeans anymore.

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