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violetsandfluff · 2 years ago

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Lucid Dreaming

a/n: I’m soooo sorry this has taken forever! I hope you’re still around

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The line between friends and acquaintances was always foggy. At what point did someone go from being a casual encounter to a bosom friend? Some people seem to radiate a type of energy immediately recognizable as “friend energy,” and Shawn was one of those people for you. His gorgeous smile and contagious laugh made him enjoyable to be around, you couldn’t help it. Even if you had only met him briefly here and there, you couldn’t help but refer to him as your friend behind closed doors.

Everyone around him loved him, understandably, and it wasn’t as if they could prevent it. He was unconditionally outgoing, always ready to listen or laugh. When he talked to you, he made eye contact like you were the only thing in the world. He never failed to make you feel special, but then again, he treated everyone like that. Occasionally, (more often than not), it made you jealous to see him with anyone else but he hardly knew you. What could you expect?

“Someone’s jealous,” your best friend would tease whenever she caught you staring at him forlornly, eyes green with envy.

“I’m not jealous,” you would protest. “I don’t even know him.”

It was true that you had only been on the receiving end of his undying attention a handful of times, but you felt like the entire world rested on those moments. He haunted your dreams with his gorgeous honey-brown eyes and adorable curls, his rosy cheeks, and his uplifting, luminous smile. His lush pink lips always accompanied these dreams, along with his pearly teeth, perfectly defined abs, and smooth, able hands, which had a habit of snaking up your thighs when you least expected them.

Occasionally, he managed to lose his illustrious demeanor in your dreams, appearing as either a frat boy or an affectionate boyfriend, but he was the same Shawn both ways, the one you barely knew, yet couldn’t live without.

Almost as a survival instinct, your dreams began coming true.

One day, you ran into him at a grocery store. Miraculously, you ended up behind him in line, close enough to smell the faint, masculine scent etched into the air. He was dressed in skinny black jeans and a simple white t-shirt, accentuating his broad back and muscular shoulders. His hair was arranged in a perfect mass of curls atop his head, and you couldn’t help but admire it… until he turned around to meet you.

His dark eyebrows raised in surprise as he recognized you, and you couldn’t pull your skittish eyes from his warm, welcoming ones. Just as he opened his mouth to speak to you, the woman in front of him in line finished checking out. He turned away without a word and, once you had finished checking out, he was gone.

He was such a curse. The mere thought of him plagued your mind, making it all but impossible to concentrate on anything. Any encounter with him had you fucked for weeks; dreaming about him at night, during the day, and every moment in between.

One night, you dreamed about seeing him at the beach.

The ocean spanned endlessly before you, wafting its warm, salty breeze toward you tantalizingly. You were alone, dressed in an emerald green swimsuit that accentuated your body perfectly. A layer of sunscreen on top of your newly-tanned skin made you glow in the sunlight. Your hair was tossed carelessly into a messy bun atop your head, along with a pair of sunglasses you didn’t plan on wearing.

You laid your towel down on the sand a few yards away from the beach access and assessed your surroundings. A large group of people was congregated about waist-deep in the water, but one man, in particular, caught your attention. He was tall and muscular, his back tanned by the sun, and his helmet of curls dripping wet with saltwater.

Part of you wanted to believe this someone was Shawn. As nonchalantly as you could, you began creeping slowly closer, pretending to snap pictures of the horizon as you waded into the crystal-clear waters.

A water fight broke out among the group, and the man ducked towards you, laughing, to escape a blow from a beer can now filled with water. Your breath caught in your throat as you caught a glimpse of his face, but you couldn’t tell whether or not it was him.

He visibly noticed you, his hazel eyes fixed on you, and your heart caught in your throat. As soon as it started, however, his attention returned to the water fight.

Another night, you dreamed that you met him, suddenly an attractive bartender, at a club. And yet another night, he brought you home with him from the same club. He laid you in his bed beside him for the night, lying down himself as far away from you as he could to give you respectful space.

Before he knew it, however, you were in his arms with your face buried in his bare chest as you breathed in his scent and traced the contour of his arms, which laid in stark tan contrast against the immaculate white sheets. Your fingers roamed his unclothed upper body, tracing his intricate tattoos meticulously while he fussed over your hair.

“You can’t go to sleep with it down,” he reasoned as you fought his arms in order to trace his guitar skyline tattoo. “It’ll get all tangled and knotty. If you’ll let me braid it, it’ll be smooth and wavy when you wake up. It won’t take forever, I promise.”

“Can you do it later?” you bargained as your hands ventured to his pecs once more to feel the hard muscles move beneath your palms as he rolled over to face you.

“It’s past midnight already, darling. Don’t you think sleep should be a priority?”

“No,” you stated blankly, mulling the situation over in your head before adding, “but I will let you braid my hair.”

Shawn’s fingers made quick work of weaving your hair into two broad French braids. He admired his work once he was done.

“It’s about bedtime now, don’t you think?” he asked sheepishly, to your dismay.

“Please, let me finish tracing your tattoos,” you pleaded, reaching for his hand and clutching it to your chest.

“Finish the swallow and we can go to sleep,” he compromised. “You can finish in the morning. You’re much drunker than I am, but we could both use the rest.”

It was true that you were exhausted at that moment, longing to curl up against your hookup’s chest and melt into him as your world dissolved into that of a dream. The temptation overcame you. You lost yourself in his comforting warmth as his hands caressed your back steadily. His chest rose and fell beside you, creating a rhythm that lulled you to sleep.

Your subconscious made you feel safe and secure encompassed in Shawn’s strong arms, and beside his broad, muscular chest. When you awoke in the morning, feeling rejuvenated and chipper, you reached for him as you had done every morning you’d woken up beside him. Something was different, though.

Shawn was nowhere to be found.

You opened your eyes to see your own familiar bed, in your own familiar bedroom, and the same familiar sunlight streaming through your sheer curtains.

A dissatisfied puff of air escaped your lips as you tried to recall the dream, now hazy in your mind. All you could think about was Shawn, and how the truth was that he could be anywhere with anyone right then, and you had no say in it. Your dream world could be some lucky person’s reality, and you would never know.

A tear of frustration slipped from your tear line down your cheek, but before you could wipe it away, a smooth, low voice cut through your silence.

“I didn’t know you were still here.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I just thought you’d gone home.” You felt the side of the bed dip as he sat down on it, rolling onto his side and perching his chin on your shoulder. He moved his large hands to your hips, holding them tightly as he kissed your cheek. His pink lips were smooth and consoling against your skin.

You allowed them to roam freely across your face and travel down your neck and shoulders, left exposed by a skimpy spaghetti-strap tank top. His fingers ran down your arms delicately, conditioned and calloused by his guitar strings. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch.

“Oh, look at you,” he hummed, pleasantly surprised by the slick, moist coating in your panties upon further inspection. “All it takes is for me to leave, hm? Tell me, dear. What were you up to while I was gone?”

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mywrittingwonderland · 3 months ago

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5. Everything means nothing if I don’t have you

Some more fluffiness of my favorite couple.

Is someone even reading this? LOL!

Have fun! And I apologize for the mistakes in advance.

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June

Sophia hadn’t really left Shawn’s house much since they became official. They were unofficially living together, after the first week she had her own key, her own drawer and even her own working spot close to him. The first time they were apart was when Shawn had to go on a day trip for press, and neither of them were able to sleep that well that night. He was so used to her using him as her own personal pillow that he missed the way her head would always be laying on his chest, right above his heart. No matter how they would go to sleep without fail that’s how they would wake up. He felt unease and regret for not catching the 1a.m. flight after the red carpet and getting back to her sooner, he thought about calling her but he also didn’t want to risk waking her up. Just when he was about to give up and go read a book instead of sleeping he felt his phone vibrating.

“Hi Baby, I thought you were in dreamland when we hanged up” He said, remembering how he stayed on the phone with her to make sure she would sleep.

“Shawn” Her voice sounded trembly and he did not like that for one second.

“What’s up, Honey?” he asked switching the call so he could see her and make sure she was okay.

“I miss you”

“I miss you too, I will be home later today”. He said bitting on his lip and wishing he could hug her out of whatever was bothering her. “Did something happen?”

“I had a nightmare”

“You had a nightmare? Oh, I am so sorry, Lovey. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“You were coming back from the red carpet and someone shot you right before you entered the house. And then- then…”

“Hey, I am okay. No bullets, I promise.” He said trying to calm her down. He also looked up the next flight he could take, since he had no hopes of getting back to sleep. “Baby I am changing my flight, I will be home in 3hs”.

“Wait, no Shawn, you should get some sleep. I shouldn’t have called you.” She said instantly getting worried.

“No, Honey, I couldn’t get to sleep without you anyways, don’t worry. We can sleep the whole day together with no nightmares.” He said, texting Andrew to let him know he was going home sooner, and getting up to get dressed and leave.

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July

“So, are you officially living together or what?” Brian asked after crashing the couple’s breakfast for the 2nd time that week. Sophia had just left to go to the toilet so he jumped the question.

“Hm, I mean, no, not really”. Shawn replied, sounding a bit unsure. They hadn’t really discussed much about their living situation, although Sophia was not going to her house that much. Brian looked at him silently asking if he was sure about that. “She has her place with Connor remember?”

“Do you remember?” He asked.

“Oh shut up”.

“Shawn, seriously, are you sure you two are not going way too fast? Don’t get me wrong, I know you haven’t been this happy since I have known you, but tour stats in a few months and I am just worried you might lose your sense of personal space or something”

“Brian what are you talking about?”. He asked, really not understanding what Brian was up to.

“All I am saying is, it might be harder for you when you go away. I just don’t want you to have one more thing to be anxious over, that’s all.” He said, but before Shawn could think of a reply on how crazy Brian was sounding Sophia got back to the table and they dropped the topic.

Sophia half heard the conversation and got a little self conscious, she thought she might be imposing her presence too much in Shawn’s space and she got worried about what Brian was saying. If he got back to touring and he was more anxious because of her she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself, so she made a personal note to go sleep home that night. Once Shawn was gone for the studio she made him a fresh batch of cookies, because he happened to mention he was craving cookies that morning, and then she got her book in the nightstand and her working equipment before driving for her house.

“Hellooo”. She said as soon as she got inside, expecting Connor to be there. But then she remembered he would definitely be with Shawn in the studio, so she just ended up in her kitchen making herself some tea and getting back to writing.

Shawn on the other hand finally got to finish his talk with Brian, this time with Connor also present while they were on their lunch break with takeout pizza, since Shawn didn’t wanna leave the studio and find a restaurant without paps.

“Connor, do you also think Sophia and Shawn are just going too fast?”. Brian blunted out making Shawn drop his pizza slice and look at him as of saying: not this again.

“As long as he has no intentions of breaking by best friend’s heart I think they are doing okay, you tell us Shawn”.

“I think Brian is way too invested in my love life all of a sudden”. Shawn said, getting a bit annoyed.

“Bro, I am honestly just worried about you”. He said putting up his arms in surrender.

“I thought about what you said this morning, and perhaps it was my mistake to not ask her to move in already. I know it might seem like we are going too fast, but I just really love her so much, and I wanna spend every single minute I can with her before we actually have to be apart for tour.” He explained. “And Connor I have no intention of breaking my soulmate’s heart, ever.”

The boys continued to talk for a little bit before Shawn had to get back to rehearsals. Shawn was relieved when his day was over, he missed Sophia, and she hadn’t texted him the entire day, which was making him worry something was up. When he entered the house he immediately felt the smell of cookies in the air, it looked like she had just pulled them out of the over some minutes ago.

“Babyyy, where are you? These are so good.” He said grabbing a cookie and going searching for her around the condo. He quickly noticed she wasn’t in any of her spots and her book and computer were also not in the house, so he grabbed the phone and called her.

Sophia completely forgot about her phone, she used to do that a lot whenever she would get lost in a book.

“Wait Shawn, I literally just got home. Phi, are you home?” Connor asked giggling between his keys, phone and camera bag. She wasn’t in the kitchen anymore, Connor went to look at her tiny library and found her very deep into reading. “Yeah she is here. Okay sure, I will let her know”

“Oh hey Con, I swear I didn’t see you there”

“Yeah I noticed. Shawn is coming over by the way.” Connor said making his way to sit beside his friend. “He was super worried when he got home and your cookies were there but you weren’t”

“Oh, that wasn’t my intention, I mean he did want cookies this morning, but I didn’t want to make him worried, I just thought I might give him some space today. Just in case. I have been over his house way too much”. She said, sounding a bit insecure.

“I personally don’t think he minds, but you can talk once he gets here”. He said giving her a kiss on the forehead and leaving her to get back to reading. Shawn was there in less than 15 minutes, and Connor opened up for him.

“She is reading”

Shawn walked inside and went straight to her library, he leaned on the door for a bit observing how focused she was in her book. Until she notice his presence and smiled at him making him instantly smiling back and getting close to her for a kiss.

“You got me worried, Missy” He said waiting for her to mark up her book before engulfing her in a tight hug.

“I am sorry, I just thought I might be way too much in your space, I don’t want to suffocate you”. She said making him frown. “I head a bit of what Brian was saying this morning.” She explained making him understand where she was coming from.

“I am totally killing Brian tomorrow” He said making her laugh. “Baby you don’t suffocate me”.

“Are you sure? I mean I have been over a lot, and I know it’s not my house, and I don’t-” He interrupted her rambling by kissing her gently.

“I am sure. You could never suffocate me. And about that, I wanted to ask you something”. He said and she waited for him to continue. “Do you wanna just stay over indefinitely? Because, it’s no longer home without you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm, oh and you can change whatever you want, let’s make it ours?” He said with a big smile on.

“Okay I think I would love that”

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August

“Sweetie, I am sure my parents will love you, in fact I am sure they already love you.” Shawn said trying to reassure his girlfriend.

“Still, Shawn we have to make sure to welcome them properly, so please help me out with what I should cook for them”. She said, half ignoring what he was saying and coming back into what Connor would call the wonder hostess mode.

“Phi, are you sure you don’t want to just order take out? I don’t want you to stress too much about this.” He said, worried that she was overdoing it.

“No, that would make me a very bad hostess. I am not having that. You know that.” She said looking up from the list she was making to make sure he understood what she was saying.

“Okay, fine. I think that your Ravioli al Pesto will make everyone happy”. He gave in, receiving a smile back from her.

“How about Tiramisu for dessert?”

“That’s perfect, Love.” He kissed her forehead. “My only condition is that you let me help you cook, it will make me feel better”

“But Shawn, you don’t really know how to cook”

“Teach me, please?”

And teach him she would, over the months Shawn learned probable more about cooking than he had his entire life, and he really was up to making the extra effort because she was constantly making him small things, brownies because he seemed sad, blue cookies because she was re-reading Percy Jackson, and many other instances in which she would learn his favorite treats and home made them. He wanted to be able to do the same for her, so he took it very serious.

There was something he was right about though, his family loved her, in fact he thought they might love her even more than he loved her, if that was even possible.

“Phi, you have to come to my Hockey game on Friday, I wanna talk more to you before my brother’s birthday when we have to be with everyone.” Aaliyah said by end of dinner, while helping Sophia with getting dessert.

“Really? I would love to come!” She said getting excited while finishing to cut the tiramisu pieces.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, go for it”

“Is my Brother treating you right? Because I swear if he isn’t I will beat him up for you”. Sophia have out a loud laugh at that which made Shawn join the girls in the kitchen.

“What’s up?”

“I am just checking with her that you are being a gentlemen since she is just way too good, I won’t allow you to break her heart.” Sophia blushed at Aaliyah’s statement and all of a sudden she was a bit overwhelmed by the attention and love the new Mendes was giving her.

“Never, but I appreciate you also taking care of my Angel”. Shawn said grabbing Sophia’s hand for a kiss on her forehead. “Isn’t she cute?” He asked his sister while Sophia conveniently hid her red face in his chest for a second.

“Shawn she might just be my favorite sister, sorry”. Shawn smiled and hugged his girlfriend while still paying attention to Aaliyah.

“I am okay with that”. Shawn said looking at his girlfriend and noticing how her eyes were full of tears.

“You guys are making me cry”. Sophia said, not knowing how to handle the love she was getting. “Come here”. She said hugging Aaliyah. “Thank you, I also can’t wait to have a sister”.

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September

“So what’s your plan for today”. Connor asked Shawn, and he gave him a clueless look.

“Well, rehearsals? And probably call mom and dad tonight, why?”He questioned the blonde’s sudden interest for his day.

“Shawn you do know what day is today right?” Connor asked, and Shawn quickly revised his brain for something he might have missed, but nothing did come to mind.

“I have no idea what you are talking about Connor, where we supposed to do some external shooting for the doc and I am forgetting it?” Connor eyes widened in surprise for his answer.

“Dude, you are so screwed”

“What? What did I do?”

“Phi didn’t happen to mention today is her birthday, right? Why am I not surprised? She never loved her own birthdays.” He said tapping his friend’s back in comfort.

“Connor, are you serious? Please tell me this is a prank?”Shawn asked fully entering panic mode when he realised he actually never asked his girlfriend when was her birthday, and it happened to be conveniently exactly a month after his, September 8th.

“I would never, here I sent her happy birthday this morning”. He said showing Shawn the text and Sophia’s thank you response.

“Holy shit, I need to go”. Shawn said, quickly looking around and gathering his things and his keys. “Can you smooth things with Andrew for today? I will talk to him later, and thank you, you are the best friend ever” He quickly said running out of the studio and into his car.

He felt very bad, he never actually asked her when it was, and this week was very crazy with all the final preparations for the Global Citizen’s festival, and also Niall’s birthday coming up.

“Fuck me, all week talking to her about Niall’s birthday and the festival”. He said gripping on the wheel, he remembered what she did for him on his birthday, she actually organised all the tiny details and baked his cake, he didn’t want anything big, so they all went with his family and the crew to a small retreat in her family’s countryside in London. She also had an amazing gift for him.

“Well, I know that you are allergic to dogs, so I thought maybe I could get you some other kind of best friend, plus Pinky was a bit lonely.” He replayed her words in his head and this new horse that was currently being taken care by her grandparent’s in their farm, and of course he was Pinky’s best friend. He remembered that she also explained to him that she had done a lot of research on anxiety after she was diagnosed soem years ago, and that Pinky helped her a lot, and that she wanted Shawn to also have that new kind of support whenever he had a break and things got too much.

He quickly stopped at Sophia’s favorite flower shop on the way home. It was this very tiny shop owned by an Italian old lady, and he dropped by every week to pick her something, every time the previous flower was dying he would give her a new one. It was a nice tradition he started after hearing one of Sophia’s grandma story on how she fell in love with her grandpa because he would always bring her a flower, no matter if it was sunny or raining, everyday since they met he would give her a flower. He ended up getting a mixture of her favorites, little delicate white and purple daisies, scorpion grasses and lavender, wrapped with a classic white lace.

When he opened the door of their home it was already 17:00, so he was relieved to see music playing and the lights on. “Hi Baby, I am home”.

“In the kitchen”. She sounded happy, which was a bit of a relief to Shawn. He caught her finishing up the cake she had started the day before, lemon and rose flavoured, he remembered her saying when she asked him to test the filling. It didn’t crossed his mind that she was baking herself a cake, she was constantly baking so he really didn’t think anything different. “What do you think?” She asked, referring to her little cake, decorated with light pink frosting and some rose petals on the top.

“It’s very cute”. He said making his way to her and giving her a kiss.

“Are these for me?” She asked noticing the bouquet with her favorite flowers on his hand.

“Yes”. He smiled back at her still amazed by the fact that she didn’t seem even the slightest mad at him.

“They are so pretty, thank you.” She hugged him and went to her vase to change her flowers.

“Your welcome, Baby.” He replied observing her untangling the flowers from the lace, taking the old ones, choosing a dying flower and putting inside her book, and then throwing the rest of them out. Without failure she would do that every week.

“Why did you get so many today?” She asked, noticing he got her way more flowers than he usually does. And he looked at her thinking that it wouldn’t surprise him if she forgot her own birthday, she was so worried about everything around her sometimes every so often she would need reminders that she was also important.

“Connor might have let it slip that today is someone’s birthday”. He said getting close to her and pulling the string of hair that escaped her braid out of her face.

“Oh”. She looked guilty back at him.

“Yeah”. He smiled and gave her a slow kiss followed by a peck on her nose.

“I promise I was gonna tell you.” He giggled and hugged her.

“Happy Birthday, Baby. I love you.” He said kissing her one more time. “What happened that you didn’t tell me?” He asked softly keeping his hands on her back and his forehead on hers.

“After we came back from London, things were just so crazy, there was the iHeartRadio MuchMusic Video Awards, and then and you were so anxious about having to fly to Ireland and doing the festival in New York in a very short span of time, and also the finishing things for tour that have to be settled this until next month. I just didn’t want to bring up one more thing to make it even crazier.” She said explaining the reasoning behind her actions. Shawn immediately felt like she had somehow made him fall even more in love with her. “Also I am not the biggest on my birthdays, I much prefer other’s birthdays”. She bit her lip, nervously looking at him. “I am sorry”. She said, making his heart melt.

“I love you, you know that?” He said, giving her a big smile. “You truly are the kindest person I know”. He kissed her one more time. “Baby, none of these things are even a tiny fraction more important than you… -”

“Shawn… -”

“Wait, let me finish please?” She nodded. “I know things sometimes do get crazy in my life, and I really do appreciate every single thing you have done to support me these past weeks, I don’t think I could have done it without you. In fact I am sure I wouldn’t have managed it, at least not sanely.” He chuckled. “But I really don’t want you to think that you don’t have space to also share your important things, because I want to hear all of them, and I want to also help you get through all of them. You are as much important as I am in this relationship. And honestly, all of this, everything, it means nothing if I don’t have you. All of you.”

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shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean · 2 years ago

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"Tell me how do you like it?"

"You like it rough? intense?"

"Yes." She breathed down his neck.

Lost in Ecstasy

(Blurb)

I'm back!! I'm so sorry anon for taking so so long to write this. It's probably been over a year. I was going through a lot and wasn't in the headspace to write at all. But I'll try being consistent now. I took the liberty to modify the ask a little bit. Hope you like it.

Warnings : smut, age-gap, early 30s!reader × late 20s!Shawn

Soft, dim lighting casts a sensual glow throughout the room, illuminating the figures of Shawn and Y/N. Their bodies are intertwined, their breaths heavy with desire.

Y/N, her voice low and filled with anticipation, whispers into Shawn's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Tell me, Shawn. How do you like it?"

Shawn's eyes meet Y/N's, his desire evident as he responds, his voice husky.

"I like it rough. Intense. I want to lose myself in the moment with you."

Y/N's lips trace a path along Shawn's neck, her touch igniting a fire within him.

"Mmm, yes." She bites gently at his earlobe, sending a surge of electricity through his body. Their bodies press closer together, their connection intensifying with each passing moment.

The room fills with the sounds of their mutual exploration, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Their movements become more urgent, a dance of ecstasy and fulfillment.

In the midst of their shared passion, they lose themselves in the moment, reveling in the raw intensity of their connection. Skin against skin, their bodies merge, fueled by a hunger that can only be sated by each other.

Breaths mingling, they push the boundaries, exploring the depths of their desires. Each touch, each whisper, brings them closer to the edge of bliss.

The room becomes a sanctuary for their unyielding passion, a place where inhibitions dissolve, and their deepest fantasies find expression.

Time seems to stand still as their bodies move in perfect harmony, seeking pleasure and surrender. In this intimate space, they find solace, fulfillment, and a profound connection that transcends the physical realm.

As their climax approaches, their cries of ecstasy fill the air, a testament to the intensity and satisfaction they find in each other's arms.

Finally spent, they collapse into a tangled embrace, their bodies still humming with the lingering echoes of their passion.

Breathing heavily, Y/N and Shawn lay in each other's arms, their bodies basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Their eyes meet, a shared understanding passing between them.

In the silence of the room, they find solace in their connection, knowing that their desires are fulfilled and their souls entwined.

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wordsandshawn · 5 years ago

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As a person who just started college and is the definition of stressed, maybe something with shawn and college freshman!reader?

There have been so many things going on since your family left you at college, so it has been helpful to stay busy and try meeting new people. Even though you have been constantly busy, it’s hard not to miss your boyfriend and your home. Your first official day of class is tomorrow, and you’re already stressing about not being able to find your classes or otherwise just having a rough day.

Even though there has been a lot going on, you’re still disappointed that Shawn hasn’t been able to be with you at all or really be there for you during this time of transition. He’s been insanely busy on tour, and he’s apologized so many times for not being able to be there for you, and you’ve reassured him that it was okay, even if it wasn’t ideal.

Your school has hosted a lot of events and a welcoming carnival, which you’ve just left with some of your friends. They decided to watch a movie in the lounge, but you said goodbye to them and headed back to your dorm room, hoping Shawn would be available to talk.

He doesn’t answer when you FaceTime him, leaving you feeling a little sad and lonely. Even though you know you should probably just go out and join your new friends, the only person you really want to be with is Shawn, so you text him to give you a call when he has a chance, you get cozy in your bed.

About ten minutes later, you receive a phone call for Shawn, which is strange because you nearly always FaceTime instead of talking on the phone, but you answer anyway. “Hey Shawn.”

“Hi y/n. How is your night going?”

“Good, I just got back from the carnival, but I think I'm just going to stay here and talk to you if you’re free.”

“How was the carnival?”

“It was fun, I guess. I miss you though.”

“I miss you too.” He says wistfully. “Did you eat yet?”

“Yeah, we ate at the carnival.”

“Are your roommates home?”

“No?” You respond, thinking that it’s an odd question.

“Oh, okay. Just checking.” He says. You’re about to respond, but you hear a knock on your door.

“Hold on, someone’s at the door.” You say, before walking toward your door, and checking through the peep hole, wondering who would be at the door.

You can’t believe what you’re seeing, but before your brain can fully process it, you’re so excited that you’ve already thrown open the door and you’re in Shawn’s arms.

“How are you here?” You question, shocked and surprised.

“I had to come see you before your first day.” He responds as though it was that simple, and not a big deal at all that he traveled so far just to see you.

“I love you.” You respond, melting into his arms,

“I love you too, y/n.”

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If It Isn't You

Shawn Mendes x female reader.

Secondary (anon) prompt: "There are two steady heartbeats."

Word Count: ~6.2k ( HOLY CRAP! )

Warnings: Angst to fluff.

A/N: You should all know by now that I can't seem to write a short story, but even I'm shocked! 😜 This is the first time where I’m fusing two requests because they work well together. I always proofread, always more than once, but if I’ve missed anything, please forgive me. I hope you all like it!!

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You weren’t sure how to feel as you looked at the little window of the third pregnancy test you had taken, only to see a third plus sign. Granted, the first test you took you may have taken too soon after missing your period so you couldn’t be certain it was a true positive. Or maybe you were just too terrified at the time to entertain the thought of what it would mean.

When you started puking up your guts one morning a week later, and then again every morning thereafter, you took two more. And now you had no choice but to accept your fate.

You had always been safe. Or thought you had. You tried to recollect if there had been a time when you had been careless or impulsive, or if there had been any concern about a broken condom.

There was no question you would be keeping your baby. That was the easiest of the decisions you would have to make going forward. The most difficult? Do you tell Shawn?

Your globetrotting, world famous, now ex- boyfriend. The man you had believed, with every ounce of your existence, was meant to be your happily ever after. You had even made it to the stage in your relationship where you thought he was close to proposing.

You had weathered so much together, navigating his fame and everything it had entailed, including periodic bouts of social media brutality. You stood by each other through it all because it was worth it. Or so you promised, whispering affirmations of love and devotion into the skin and mouths of one another in those quiet moments when you shut the world out.

You still couldn’t comprehend how it all went so wrong, so quickly. You had had your share of healthy arguments and fights, but you had always worked through them after a brief cooling off period, neither of you wanting to ever go to bed angry, and it had only made you stronger. But this fight, the fight that had ended you, was something else entirely.

Abrupt, dizzying. Sharp, and unceasing. Surging, spiraling, and climactically, an explosion. He had stormed out of his condo, fiercer than a hurricane, your condo, after he had asked you to move in five months earlier, and you had been left alone with your anger and anguish, and exhausted to your very bones. He hadn’t returned that night, and had stayed gone for another 24 hours without so much as a text to tell you where he was or when he would be home. It was Brian who’d had the decency to let you know that Shawn was at least alive.

By the morning after that your things had been packed and you had left to stay with your ex-boyfriend, the ex before Shawn, and still good friend, Luke, in his guest room.

There were other friends you could have asked to temporarily house you, but you knew choosing Luke would aggravate Shawn the greatest, and at the time you had been enraged (and worried sick) by his… abandonment.

Shawn had never forbidden you from having certain friends or for spending time with who you wished to, he wasn’t that kind of man, but Luke had frequently been a point of contention between you, even though you had always taken Shawn’s feelings into consideration and limited your interaction with the other man who loved you.

The longer you stayed in Luke’s house, the guiltier you felt. And once enough time had passed where you realized Shawn wasn’t coming to apologize and bring you home, that’s when you knew it was over. You blamed yourself then, wondering if you had found anyone else but Luke to take you in, would Shawn have come for you then? Had you made the biggest mistake of your life by throwing that in his face?

Luke would have let you stay indefinitely, but you couldn’t offer him even a sliver of hope that your feelings for him might regress to what they were before Shawn, now that you were no longer with Shawn. You had loved Luke, but never like you loved Shawn. You would never be able to love anyone the way you loved your tall, curly-headed, big-hearted, Canadian boy.

So, you had quickly, fortunately, found a sublet, a small studio apartment, which would do until you figured out what your future would look like without Shawn in it.

You sighed heavily, wearily.

Shawn deserved to know he was going to be a father and to choose how much he wanted to be involved in your child’s life, but you were still hurting, aching, and keeping it from him, as spiteful as it might be, would serve him right.

He had moved on so fast. Faster than anyone should have after ending a significant, more than two-year relationship. Your heart had not only been broken but had been ripped from your chest.

Shawn was only two weeks into the first leg of Tour, and he already had some girl trailing after him all over Europe. That should have been you, was supposed to be you.

Tears fell from your eyes, streaking your cheeks; you didn’t even bother wiping them away. You had already cried so much, you were surprised you had any tears left.

You told yourself you had time to decide when and how to tell him, for you would wait until he returned from Tour. This was something he didn’t need distracting him until he had time to truly digest it.

Six weeks. Six weeks to summon the courage to face him without falling to pieces.

In the meantime, you would need to make an appointment with an obstetrician, and then start looking for something bigger than a studio.

///

Your best girlfriend in Toronto, Mia, who you had confided in and sworn to secrecy, sat beside you, rubbing your back in soothing circles, while you held your face in your hands. Your obstetrician’s words continued to play on a loop in your head.

There are two steady heartbeats… There are two steady heartbeats… There are TWO steady heartbeats…

Twins. Of course. Damn Shawn’s little swimmers for being so strong.

You were going to be sick. Again. Morning sickness, in part, but also from the realization which had finally struck its mark. You rushed for the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time.

“I can’t do this,” you sobbed to Mia, while she held your hair back. To yourself, heartsick and trembling with despair. To Shawn, who should be there but wasn’t.

You collapsed onto your bottom, your back thudding against the wall, your nausea having passed for the moment.

Mia retrieved a washcloth and ran it under the warm tap. Pressing it to your face, gently wiping away tears and snot and vomit, she whispered, “You know he would never let you do this alone.”

“I want him to want to be with me because he loves me, not feel obligated to be here because I’m pregnant.”

“He loves you.”

“Does he?”

“How can you even question that?” she huffed. “What you have-”

“Had.”

“Have. It’s still there.”

“Is it?”

“I’ve seen your love story unfold, bubs. There is no way in hell he doesn’t still love you and want you with every breath he breathes. Tell me you don’t feel the same.”

When you couldn’t, she continued, “Exactly. Call him. Tell him. Don’t wait.”

“He’s touring.”

“The hell with Tour,” she grumbled.

“I won’t do that to him. I can’t. It means too much to him.”

“You and your babies mean more.”

“And his fans. I don’t want to take him from them. They’ve waited so long to see him again.”

Mia handed you a glass of cold water and glowered until you took a long drink. When satisfied, she sat down on the floor beside you, hip to hip.

“And now there’s that… girl...” you quavered.

“I’m gonna rip his sac off when I see him again,” Mia seethed.

You puffed out a small laugh. “No you’re not.”

She rested her head atop yours, which had found her shoulder, and took your hand in hers, intertwining your fingers.

You sighed then, covering your budding baby bump with your other hand. “He isn’t missing much right now anyway. This isn’t the fun part.”

“Damn Shawn and his super sperm.”

You snorted, and you and Mia dissolved in a fit of giggles.

You were lucky to have her.

///

Tour had ended and you had swelled around your middle like a balloon.

You had made it through the first trimester and were into your second. Your morning sickness and fatigue had abated and you were feeling well and energetic. There had been no other complications.

Your little blueberries were now avocados, and healthy and strong, especially for twins. Your obstetrician was pleased. You were carrying high and had only gained eleven pounds thus far thanks to a healthy diet and moderate exercise.

It was a blessing, your pregnancy, in the sense that it simply was, but also because it had forced you not to languish in the aftermath of your breakup. You wanted to give your babies the best start in life as possible, which meant it was essential that you take good care of yourself.

You had been given the option of learning their gender at your last appointment but had declined. It didn’t feel right without Shawn, none of it did, but especially that. Even if you and he reconciled enough to only co-parent, you felt he should be at the appointment to discover if you were having boys or girls or one of each, for you had at least been told they were fraternal.

Shawn would be back in Toronto soon, if he wasn’t already, and you could no longer keep your pregnancy from him. You just weren’t sure the best way to go about telling him.

A text first, asking him if he’d be willing to see you. And you’d go from there, depending on his reply, because you knew he would. You knew even if you had texted him while on tour, which you nearly did, a million times, that he would have responded.

Afraid of what his response would have been is what had kept you from hitting send, every time.

You were still staring at your phone, rereading the text you had composed for the third time, when there was a knock on your door. You were too preoccupied to wonder who it could be.

You hadn’t expected Brian to be on the other side.

Brian, who had been a wonderful friend to you while you and Shawn had been together, who had stayed in contact after the breakup to see how you were doing and to let you know how Shawn was, and how Tour was going, even when you didn’t ask.

“He always delivers, you know that, and onstage is the only place he’s been happy since…” He cleared his throat. “But his spark is missing.”

You had been Shawn’s spark. That’s what Brian had been importing, how your significance in Shawn’s life had been felt by everyone around him; the unadulterated joy and solace you had brought him was now absent.

You had been trying to avoid seeing anyone from Shawn’s life, especially now that you were unmistakably showing. You didn’t want him to learn about your babies from anyone but you. You were careful when you went out, even though photographers usually left you alone when you weren’t with Shawn.

One glance at your extended stomach and Brian was cursing his best friend. And then he was cursing you, but in a much gentler way.

“Aw, damn it, bub,” he breathed, entering your apartment. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“He left. And he didn’t come back.” Tears fell, unbidden, from your eyes.

“He’s a fucking idiot,” he soothed, brushing knuckles across your cheeks to wipe away your tears. “You still should have told him.”

“I didn’t want to ruin Tour.”

“You wouldn’t have ruined Tour,” he attested. “Maybe you two would have gotten over yourselves a lot sooner and made up already.”

“My pregnancy would’ve been nothing but a distraction and you know it,” you said, leading Brian further into your living space. “Shawn would’ve mother-henned me to death instead of focusing on the shows.”

“He definitely would have,” Brian smirked, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

You swiped the remaining tears from your face. “I don’t think all the international travel, insane levels of activity and excitement, punctuated by long tour bus drives, and the fan frenzy would have been good for the baby, do you?”

“Probably not,” he agreed. He couldn’t help but wonder, “How did you manage to keep it a secret?”

“Extreme caution and luck?”

Brian’s eyes grew serious again, reiterating, “You have to tell him.”

“I was about to. I mean, I was getting ready to,” you said, showing him your phone, still open on your as of yet unsent message.

“Sweetie, you don’t need so many words so carefully arranged. Just tell him you miss him. I miss you. Three little words. And he’ll come running. He’s destitute. Put him out of his misery, would you? Put all of us out of our misery. He’s pissing everyone off. Insufferable bastard,” he mumbled, before wrapping you in a hug and kissing your cheek.

“Brian?” you spoke, as he was walking back toward the door. He turned to you. “Why did you come, and not Shawn?”

He returned to stand before you. “It’s not because he doesn’t want to. He’s beside himself, believe me, but he needed to know if you still loved him, if you might take him back, before he came groveling.” He offered you a tender smile with that.

Your heart ratcheted and your face grew warm. “I still love him.”

Brian’s smile grew. “Of course you do.”

“Do you have to go so soon?”

“The sooner I get back to Shawn, the sooner he’ll be on his way over. I’ll hold him off best I can while you freshen up. Not that you need to, bub, you’re as lovely as always, but I just thought maybe you’d want to.”

You found yourself nodding at that.

“Be easy on him, eh?” he appealed, looking again at your belly, which he absolutely wanted to touch. After all, he was basically going to be your child’s uncle. But if he got to feel Shawn’s kid move before Shawn did, his brother from another mother would have his nuts. “He’s going to be a little overwhelmed.”

///

Brian had been able to buy you an hour and half, barely. Apparently it had been quite a struggle. Now, sweets. Now would be a really good time, he had texted. He might very well kill me.

You had showered, shaved, and exfoliated. You had left your hair down and had applied only a light moisturizer to your face. Your skin had been so nice lately, you didn’t really need makeup, - one of the advantages of pregnancy, - and Shawn had always told you how beautiful you were without it anyway. You chose to dress in a dark green, wide leg, no sleeve, maternity jumpsuit because it was cute on you and incredibly comfortable.

Finally, you had sent your text to Shawn. It wasn’t ‘I miss you’, as Brian had suggested, even if you did, desperately, and it wasn’t nearly as brief, but it was certainly shorter and less complicated than the first one you had considered.

What would you say if you could say everything you needed to, to the one you needed to?

I’m on my way, had been his immediate response. If his emotions were even as half as chaotic as yours were…

Get here safe.

Now you didn’t know what to do with yourself. You rearranged the pillows on your bed as well as the smaller ones in the corners of the couch, you straightened things that didn’t need straightening. You cracked open your balcony door to allow fresh air into the suddenly stifling room.

Shawn only needed to take one look at you to know. But you couldn’t do this just anywhere, especially not in public. People couldn’t see you together until Shawn and his team figured out how to spin it. You had always hated that part. How Shawn lived his life outside of his career shouldn’t be anyone’s business or concern but his own, and yours when you had been together.

When you weren’t in Europe with Shawn as you had planned to be, he and his team let the speculation stretch that you had only been delayed. You wondered if Andrew had been waiting to see if you and Shawn reconciled and for you to join Tour before deeming it necessary to release any sort of statement, for you had been soundly together for two years and had been unafraid to show your love.

When the rumors of Shawn’s… indiscretion surfaced, social media erupted, and suddenly you were being pursued by entertainment reporters and shutterbugs for a statement, for photos, for any sort of reaction. When you wouldn’t give it to them, they disappointedly withdrew.

It became more important than ever for you to stay out of the public eye once you could no longer hide your baby bump.

So this was how it had to be.

The knock you had been anxiously anticipating finally came, and you almost couldn’t answer. You paused too long with your hand on the knob, until you were startled by another set of knocks, more urgent. You heard your name fall from his lips, followed by a desperate plea to open the door.

Shawn had imagined he would draw you into his arms and beg and plead, his lips against yours, the moment he laid his starving eyes on you. Instead, his face paled, his eyes clouding with utter devastation, when he looked upon your slightly rounder figure.

He pressed a hand against the door jamb. “Were you even going to tell me?” he exhaled, voice cracking.

“Of course,” you breathed. “You’re here. This is me telling you.” You wanted to touch him, more than anything, wrap your arms around him and have him hold you to his chest. It’d been too long since your senses were filled with him. “I know you're… surprised, to say the least, and- and upset, and I’m sure you… have questions, and I- I would understand if you just want to start yelling-”

He was quick to shake his head. “No,” he whispered, his chest tightening, as memories of the last time he had seen you resurfaced. “That won’t get us anywhere good. But… yes.”

“Then maybe you could stop white-knuckling the door and come inside?” you asked softly.

He relaxed his grip, stood tall, and trailed after you into the kitchen. You were aware of his nearness at your back and were reluctant to turn around. Maybe if you didn’t, you’d feel his hand on your hip or his breath on your neck.

You sensed when he had retreated, even before he quietly cleared his throat and murmured, “You should have called me the second you knew, the moment you even thought you might be…

“Please don’t tell me you knew before Tour,” he wheezed.

You turned to him then, and met his eyes so he could see the truth in yours. “No. You had already left. You were a few days gone when I realized I had missed my period.”

“You should have called then.”

“I wasn’t even sure then. Maybe it was the stress of all that had just happened between us, and nothing more.”

“When you were sure…”

“You were four thousand miles away, and I didn’t want to tell you over the phone; it didn’t seem right, something this important.”

“Instead, you chose to keep it from me. Something this important.”

“I didn’t want to disrupt Tour.”

“That’s your excuse?”

“You’re saying I should’ve called my global pop star ex-boyfriend and said, ‘hey, you knocked me up, what are you going to do about it?’, right before he’s supposed to meet and greet one hundred fans who are only asking for two minutes of his undivided attention, and then get onstage to play a show in front of thousands of people?”

“Yes.”

You could feel the tension rippling around him.

You were getting too close to how your last fight had started, that prickling of negative emotions. There was still too much to work through to allow it to happen again.

You dared to reach for him, to place your hand gently against his chest. His breath caught and he instinctively, yet cautiously, covered your hand with his.

It had been too long since his last touch and your emotions were raw. You withdrew your hand before it became too much.

“Do you want to sit?” you stammered.

He shook his head, but at least your touch had focused him, settled him, like it always had in the past.

The pregnancy fatigue may have ebbed, but you still had days where you tired easily. “I’d like to sit,” you said softly, absentmindedly rubbing your hand over your stomach, making for the couch.

“I’ll get you something to drink- or, are you hungry?”

Mother hen indeed. “Shawn. Sit down.”

He obeyed, sinking into the other end of the couch. You angled your body toward his and he mirrored the action. It wasn’t a very big couch, not much more than a loveseat, and Shawn was a very long guy, so it wasn’t surprising that your knees touched. Neither of you shifted away. That small point of contact was familiar and grounding and would help you through the rest of your conversation.

“I should have told you the moment the tests came back positive. I’m sorry. I am, truly... And you’re right, not wanting to tell you over the phone, even though it felt honest at the time, was a really bad excuse.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“I meant it when I said I didn’t want to disrupt Tour. I didn’t want to distract you from what you’d worked so hard to put together. And you were so excited; to travel again, to see the ‘boys in the band’ and your fans. And for the shows. Especially for the shows. I didn’t want you preoccupied with thinking about me, and being torn between Tour and wanting to be here for this pregnancy, because even though we had broken up, you still would’ve wanted to be here.”

Shawn’s hands twitched. He wanted to get on his knees before you and touch his child, cry into and kiss your stomach, but he held himself back.

“How did we get here, Shawn?” you murmured. It wasn’t so much a question as it was a thought spoken aloud. “It’s been you and me against the world for two years. We’ll go down in history together, remember? This never should’ve happened.”

“It’s my fault,” he croaked.

“You have a tendency to take more responsibility than your fair share. We’re both to blame. I’m not innocent in this. It was something I had done that began that horrific fight in the first place, and I’ve never been sorrier.”

This is where it had gone so wrong.

You had had a lot of time to reflect on that night. You had found your way to the realization that you should have been the one to apologize to him instead of stubbornly waiting for him to come crawling after you.

That’s not to say he didn’t have anything to apologize for, you both had huge amends to make, for all the hurtful things you had thrown at each other out of anger and frustration, fear and exhaustion, but you should’ve been the one to reach out first.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled, trying so very hard not to cry before you made it through everything that needed to be said. And you were. So sorry. The sorriest you’ve ever been.

Shawn’s voice wavered. “You confided in Luke when you should’ve come to me.”

“I know.” You felt wretched. “I was wrong.” Your heart was twisting in your chest, but it was necessary to sit with that guilt, to accept it, if you and Shawn had any chance of coming out on the other side.

“You’ve never given me any reason not to trust you… Why couldn’t you trust me?”

“I do,” you wheezed, reaching over and putting your hand on his knee that was touching yours.

He covered your hand with his and slid his fingers between yours. “For Luke to come to me to tell me what you were going through,” he whispered. “For Luke to tell me what was happening in our relationship…

“It tore me up.”

Your eyes fell, repentant. Shawn tipped your face up with a finger under your chin. His eyes met yours. His softness with you affected you more than his temper had.

“Recording, touring, none of it mattered- matters more than you. You know that. I would have made time to put everything else aside if you would’ve just said something. My love, you need to tell me when you need me.

“As angry as I was with you- no,” he quickly corrected, “I wasn’t angry, not with you, not really. I was disappointed, crushed… My anger- I was more angry with myself for not paying better attention. I felt like I had failed you.”

“You have never failed me. Don’t you ever think that. It was a difficult time. You were overwhelmed and stressed out.”

“Don’t make excuses for me, please. This is the part I need to take responsibility for.”

You nodded then.

“I know I wasn’t easy to live with those few months before Tour, with long hours in the studio working on the new album, the bad days when I came home upset, having made no progress. And then with Tour itself getting all twisted up... I know I took my frustrations out on you- that never should’ve happened- and I will forever be sorry for that.

“And that damned night- Everything I said came out… wrong.”

“I said some ugly things, too,” you whispered.

“I never should have left.”

“I understand why you did. We've had fights before where we’ve needed to walk away and calm down, but that night… you didn’t come back, Shawn. I waited, but you didn’t come back. Not even a text to tell me when you were coming home.”

“I know,” he trembled.

“So I did the absolute worst thing I could have done and went running to Luke.”

“He was there when you needed someone…”

“Now it’s your turn to stop making excuses for me.

“I shouldn’t have confided in anyone who wasn’t you, let alone Luke. If I could go back and change things, I would, without question. And I should have waited longer. I should have waited for as long as it took for you to come home, because I knew you would. I was just hurt. It’s a reason, but it’s not an excuse. You have never failed me, Shawn. I failed you by doubting you.”

“I fucked up.”

“We both fucked up,” you exhaled.

“When I got home and most of your things were gone…

“And when you wouldn’t answer my texts, I called Luke and begged him to ask you to give me a chance to apologize.”

“What texts?” you gasped.

“Wanting you to come home- pleading-”

“I never got any texts.”

“What?” he wheezed. “But- you blocked me.”

“I would never block you- I was desperate for you to come and get me… Every day I woke up I prayed for it to be the day that you would stop punishing me and just call.”

Suddenly it occurred to you what must have happened, Shawn too, if the way his eyes darkened was any indication, and you bristled.

“I don’t understand why he would do that.”

“You’re not that naive, darling,” he voiced gently.

No, you weren’t. You huffed. You just didn’t want to believe Luke would ever have purposely sabotaged your relationship with Shawn. Especially not after two years. You would never be able to forgive him for what he’d done.

As if reading your mind, Shawn said, “He told me I didn’t deserve you.”

“What?” you choked.

“And, I thought, maybe he was right, maybe I didn’t deserve you… after the way I had treated you.”

“You know that’s not true,” you breathed, instinctively reaching out to cup his face. If anything, you didn’t deserve him. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering closed.

Your voice wavered when you implored, “Can we fix it, Shawn? Can we fix us? Do you want to?”

It pained him that you would even ask that. He eased away, you withdrew your hand, and his eyes looked deeply into yours. “Of course,” he vowed.

“Who was the girl? In Europe?”

His eyes fell and he stood from the couch. He took a few strides away, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck.

You found yourself standing from your own sudden restlessness, and stepping closer to him. “So, the rumors were true?”

He turned to you with beseeching eyes. “She meant nothing to me,” he promised. “I didn’t even entertain the thought of her-” he tangled his fingers in his hair and tugged, “at first.”

You shook your head and held your hand up to stop him. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I want to. I need to…

“I never encouraged her. But she kept showing up in every city, at every show, outside every hotel. And I was lonely, and missing you, so damn much; it was unbearable. I regret it. I hated myself, berated myself for it when it was over.

“It only happened once.”

“You were gone for two months.”

“It only happened once.”

“Once, with her?”

“With anyone. I never took anyone else to bed; please believe me.”

He had never lied to you before. The tightness in your chest eased. You could forgive him for one indiscretion. Even if there had been others you would have forgiven him. You weren’t together when it happened. It wasn’t as if he had cheated. He had never been unfaithful to you.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t owe me an apology,” you whispered.

“Yes, I do. We may have not been… together, but I was still yours. I will always be yours.”

You wiped the tears from the corners of your eyes. Mine. He’s still mine. Your breath trembled.

“You’re the only one who means anything to me, everything to me. You, and… our child.” He almost reached for your stomach but tightened his fists instead.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Shawn,” you muttered quietly, affectionately. “Just touch the belly already. You’re making me crazy with your indecision.”

Shawn laughed then, a full, happy, relieved laugh, a song you had fiercely yearned to hear those past two months, and finally he reached out and placed his large hand over the swell of your abdomen.

“Oh my God,” he exhaled, reverently.

“For the record, you can take responsibility for this.” You pointed to your stomach. “This is all your fault,” you smirked.

He laughed again. “I’m proud to take all the blame for this…”

You dipped the pad of your thumb in the cleft of his chin and smiled tenderly.

“When is he due?” he wondered.

You quirked an eyebrow. “He?”

“She?”

“They.”

“They?”

“Twins.”

“Twins??” He stumbled a step back and reached out to place his hand on the countertop to steady himself.

“You’ll be a daddy in twenty, twenty-two weeks.”

“The second I put them in there, I was a daddy.” Before you could even groan, Shawn laughed. “Okay, I heard it… But now you can call me ‘daddy’ and it doesn’t have to mean some weird kink.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you chortled.

“But you love me?” he asked, as if he was afraid you’d say no, reaching out to capture your hand and drawing you closer, closer, and into his arms.

“I never stopped loving you,” you breathed, sliding your hands to the nape of his neck.

His arms around you tightened, his hands splaying across and moving tenderly up and down your back, as your lips fell together. Too long. Too long without his kiss, without his touch, without his scent, which engulfed you as your embrace and kiss deepened.

When he began to lift you, you shrieked his name and laughed and tightened your arms and legs around him. You knew he had you securely; he was strong and you trusted him. And it wasn’t the first time he’d picked you up to carry you somewhere. You blushed.

He chuckled into your neck and placed you atop the kitchen counter. Standing between your legs he simply allowed his eyes to roam over your features, his hands along outer thighs and hips.

You drank in the sight of him as well, heart swelling. Your hands trailed down the front of his shirt and you whispered, “That had to have been the worst of us, right? If we can get through that, we can get through anything...”

His grip on your hips tightened. “I don’t want to be your ex.”

“I don’t want you to be my ex.”

He smiled adoringly. “I want to marry you.”

“I want to be married to you,” you smiled back, cupping his face, guiding his lips to yours for another soft kiss.

“Do you want our wedding to be before or after you pop?” he smirked.

You began to cry.

“No, no, my love,” he wheezed, trying to catch your tears. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. Was it what I said about popping? I’m sorry, darling, I didn’t mean it that way. You’re more beautiful than ever.”

“That’s not why I’m crying,” you wailed.

“Then why are you crying?”

“I’m pregnant, Shawn, I’m always crying!”

He tried not to laugh and you feebly shoved at his chest.

“Does two mean you’re going to be twice as hormonal?”

“I hate you, and your little swimmers!” you grumbled.

His eyes and his smile softened. “We’re having a baby,” he exhaled. “Two babies.” He crouched down enough to again caress and press kisses to your bump. He wouldn’t be truly satisfied until your very skin was under his lips. “What are they? Boys or girls?”

“I don’t know,” you said, running your fingers through his curls. “I didn’t want to find out without you.”

He surged to his full height, and cupped your face, and kissed you again, fiercely at first, but then softening, becoming unhurried, as your arms slid along his ribs and your hands fisted in the cotton stretched across his upper back.

When you parted, your cheeks were wet, as were his, from a mingling of tears that had fallen from both your eyes. You wiped the wetness from his face, as he did the same.

Shawn finally, truly glanced around at where you had been living for the past month. It was a beautiful space, if too small.

“Let’s go home,” he breathed, easing you from the countertop and setting you again on your feet.

Home.

“What about my stuff?”

“This isn’t your stuff, Love. Your things are in our home, with me.”

“I’ll need my clothes, at least.”

“I’ll buy you new clothes. All the jumpers, and stretchy leggings, and oversized shirts you want, and cute little dresses that will show off your belly this summer,” he beamed. “I want everyone to see what we’ve done.”

“Shawn,” you breathed, tears beginning to gather again.

“Let’s go home,” he said.

You nodded.

“I’ll run you a bath, with bubbles. Maybe make you something to eat while you soak in the tub. You should tell me all the things you’ve been craving and I’ll run to the store.”

You silenced him by running the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip. “That’s not what I need.”

He pecked your thumb. “What is it you need?”

“You. Just you.” You kissed him again. You would spend all night kissing him to make up for lost time. “Although,” you murmured when you eased away, “a bubble bath in our tub does sound incredible.”

“I’ll get in the bath with you then; you can have us both,” he grinned. “And after… we’ll curl up in our bed that’s much too big without you and I’ll spend some time getting to know our babies. I’ll introduce myself and then sing to them and tell them how the past ten weeks without their mommy were the absolute worst of my life.

“And finally, maybe,” his voice soft, eyes imploring, “you might allow me to relearn you, and… your body… to discover all the little changes I didn’t get to see happen as they happened.”

“I missed you,” you professed, breathless with your happiness.

“Oh, darling,” he sighed, his eyes reflecting his devotion, “you have no idea…”

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pammyloumendkens · 1 year ago

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mendesblurb · 1 year ago

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Happy Canada Day Rai!

May I request a blurb where reader x shawn watch the sunrise together ♥️

Sunrise

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~275

Warning ⚠️: fluff,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: I didn’t really edit this, I’m so sorry anon, it took me forever to finish this too and also sorry that it’s short 🥺

You sat down on the cozy blanket as Shawn sat behind you with his arms and legs draped around you, holding you close,” It’s nice here,” He sighed, shaping the words against your skin, and his breath felt hot on your neck.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, cradling yourself more to him.

Together you enjoy the sight of the sun rising as it casts an orange reflection on the water. At the same time, Shawn would occasionally nuzzle his head against your neck and gently kiss along the exposed skin in his reach while trailing along the backside of your ear and leaning down to your shoulder to drag his lips along it gently.

This time you and Shawn were very determined to actually watch the sunrise and not fall asleep like the last time.

You let yourself soak in his kisses and the beauty around you for a moment longer, just watching as the light painted the sky a brand new color before turning to him, “I have a wild idea.”

He sighed, already knowing what you mean and starts shaking his head at the thought of it, “Oh no,no, No!”

“Cmon...,Please!” You pleaded as you stood up, choosing to still slip your dress straps off your shoulders and letting them slide down and pool around your ankles.

“Y/N...” He muttered, looking around him to see if anyone was nearby.

“Baby, relax; we’re in the middle of nowhere,” You drag him closer to the water, “No one will see us,” You grin widely again before silencing his further protests with a kiss on his lips, “I promise that.”

Shawn let himself melt into the kiss before agreeing to strip out of his clothes and join you for a swim.

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sharryflowersm · 3 years ago

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In the Studio- S.M

This is a request: the request for this blurb can be found here

Word Count: 2.7k

Request: “can u do one that like shawn and the reader are a thing and all their friends knew and the reader like works at the studio. one day the reader walks in on shawn and camila almost kissing and being all sexy. then shawn and the reader have fight because the reader wants to know what they are to each other, but in the end its fluff and all cute and all their friends support it and love it”

If you’d like to submit a request, my requests are open! You can do so here

“Good morning (Y/N).” I hear someone say as I walk into the building I know all too well.

“Good morning Linda.” I say as I give her a small wave using the same hand to push the door to the hallway. I walk down the hallway to the studio. I open the door to the familiar room and notice that Thomas and Nate are already sitting in their chairs, both of them on their phones. “Morning guys,” I say as I put my tote bag behind my usual chair. I sit down and pull out my phone. I notice I have new messages from our group chat.

Shawn: Will be running a few minutes late!

Shawn: Did everyone have breakfast?

No Thomas replied

Just had some coffee Nate replied

Not yet I type out

“I could’ve slept in a little longer if I knew he was going to be running late.” I say to Nate and Thomas.

“He’s probably just nervous,” Nate says.

I look at Nate and ask, “about what?”

Nate looks up at me and says, “Camila is supposed to be coming to the studio today.” I notice Nate’s outfit, he’s wearing a button up with some jeans. I look at Thomas and he’s wearing his usual T-shirt and jeans. I look down at my choice of clothing, a t-shirt and some yoga pants. We didn’t have to wear uniform or proper attire since we spent long hours at the studio, but it was times like this when I wished that we did have a uniform. “Well I feel underdressed,” I mumble to myself. Nate doesn’t say anything. I sigh out of exhaustion from not having enough sleep. I prop my elbow on the table in front of me and rest my head on my palm. A few minutes later, Shawn pops his head up and he is holding a cup holder with 4 coffees. Brian follows him behind holding a coffee of his own.

“Sorry guys, I had to make a quick stop to get you all some caffeine for today after that long night last night.” He hands a cup to Thomas, then he hands another cup to Nate. He walks over to me with a coffee in his hand, “Cream and sugar just how you like it.” He hands me the coffee and places a kiss on the top of my head. I mutter out a “thank you.”

“Did (Y/N) ask for that kiss with her coffee?” We hear Brian tease from the other side of the room. Shawn laughs and I feel my face begin to heat up.

“That’s how she likes her coffee, cream and sugar with a kiss,” I hear Shawn say. I look down at my coffee hoping they don’t see my grin. I look up at Shawn, and he’s looking down at me smiling. He leans in and wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind, his chin tucked into my neck.

He whispers against my neck, “you smell good.” I shake my head, “you’re delusional, I didn’t even shower last night. I got home and went straight to bed.”

He kisses my neck and mumbles against my collarbone, “I told you to stay the night at my place. You smell like lavender and vanilla. I could stay here all day.” I giggle and we hear the door open. Shawn unwraps his arms from me and distances himself. We always try to be cautious with whoever enters the room. We don’t want someone from the office letting the media know that Shawn is snuggled up in the studio with his song-writer/ producer, (Y/N). Nate, Thomas, Brian, and Scott are the only ones who know we are affectionate with one another. We notice that it’s only Scott so Shawn wraps his arms around me again. He snuggles into my neck while I sip on my coffee.

“Did you read the final lyrics?” I ask Shawn.

He shakes his head, “No I thought we had finished before we went back to my apartment.” I shake my head and reach for my bag. I pull out my notebook, “I changed the lyrics of the third verse, I wanted to make it more about regret. Can you read them and tell me if you like it? If you don’t like it, we could switch back to the lyrics from last night.” Shawn looks at the notebook and begins to hum the tune. He starts to sing the third verse with my lyrics. Scott comes over and reads over the notebook.

“I was thinking they could both sing the last two lines together and create a big buildup at the end.” Scott finishes reading the lyrics and nods his head. “I can hear what you want.” I smile at Scott, “Shawn?” Scott says as he waits for Shawn’s response. Shawn reads them again. “I like the new lyrics. It doesn’t hurt to record these lyrics and if they don’t go with the rest of the track we can stick to the original lyrics.”

“You are underestimating my talent Mendes,” we hear Thomas say from the other side of the room. He laughs and then looks at me, “You’re awesome. I love your ideas.” He leans in and kisses my lips. I smile and kiss him back. We hear the door handle turn and we all look to the door. A petite brunette stands at the entrance. She’s wearing a baby blue romper with her hair in a braid. Shawn immediately walks over to her, “Hey Camila, we were all waiting for you to get started. Let me introduce you to my crew.” He points to Thomas, “that’s Thomas, one right next to him is Nate.” He points to me, “This is (Y/N), you know Brian and Scott.” We all smile at her and wave. She says “Hey guys, I’m excited to work with you all.”

Scott takes the lead and says, “Okay now that we are all caffeinated, let’s get you both to the mics and start recording this song.” We all nod and Shawn and Camila go to the microphones in the booth. They put the headphones over their heads. I press the call button, “Are you guys able to hear us?” They both nod and Shawn gives me a thumbs up.

“Great. Thomas will give you the countdown for the first verse.” Thomas takes over the call button and says, “You guys will hear the track and I’ll start the countdown for Shawn to start singing.” We hear the song start to play and then Thomas puts his hand up and begins the countdown with his fingers. Starting at five, then 4, and so on. Shawn sings the first line, and I’m in awe of how he puts so much emotion into his songs. I smile, staring at him noticing how he has eyes closed and is focused on feeling the lyrics and not on who is watching him. He finishes his part and Camila has to sing the beginning of the chorus. She turns to Shawn and starts to sing, he makes eye contact with her and smiles at her. She’s singing to him like the lyrics are from her and she’s singing about him. My stomach clenches at the thought of Camila meaning those lyrics. She’s singing my lyrics. Those are words I wrote to Shawn. Shawn joins for the second part of the chorus and they are staring at each other with smiles on their faces. I look at both of them and notice the chemistry between them.

I’m interrupted by Thomas stopping the track, “That was good you guys, I just need you guys to sing the last two lines, you ended at different times.” I look at Shawn and he is smiling at Camila, “It was all Shawn’s fault. I started and ended perfectly.” She says through the microphone. Shawn looks at her and raises an eyebrow, Camila laughs and swings her hand to hit his shoulder playfully, “I’m just kidding.” Shawn laughs and shakes his head playfully, “alright let us know when to start.” I feel a lump in my throat and my hands are crossed over my chest. The track plays once again and the two start to sing, “is someone jealous?” I hear Brian say. I look at him and he has a small smirk on his face. I scoff at Brian and respond, “Not at all.” Brian shakes his head, “Your ears are turning green.” I roll my eyes and say, “I'm not jealous.”

I look back at them and they are staring at each other like they were in love with each other, or at least that’s what it seems like to me. I uncross my hands and place them on my lap trying to show Brian I am not jealous. We record and re-record certain parts of the song and I have to pretend that I don’t know what jealousy is.

Soon enough it’s lunch time and I am desperate to get some food in my system. We usually all leave the studio to get what we want so there is no disagreement on what we want. Shawn comes up to me smiling and I force myself to smile back. “What are we getting for lunch?” he asks. “I don’t know, what are you craving? I could go and grab it.” Shawn and I usually grab lunch together, we always take a ride to the restaurant. “I’m thinking something from Frank’s Deli?” I nod immediately craving one of their famous steak sandwiches. “Brian do you want something from Frank’s Deli?” I ask. He looks up from his phone and gets up, he walks over to us, “Hell yeah. Can I come with you?” I nod and I start to grab my keys and my bag. We exit the room leaving Shawn and Thomas in the studio. I walk to my car with Brian following close behind. I unlock the door to my car and we pull out of the parking lot to our destination, Frank’s Deli. Brian immediately starts to change the radio and puts it on a random station, “Were you actually jealous of Shawn and Camila?” I sigh, hoping this conversation wouldn’t follow me outside the studio. I swallow feeling a lump in my throat, “Yeah, I was.” Brian lowers the music down.

“Why? I’m sure they are just practicing for when they have to perform this in front of thousands of people.”

“Yeah but it looked like she meant those lyrics. She sang them like she wrote them for him. I wrote those lyrics.” I say trying not to get agitated.

“Did you write those for him?” I nod, “yeah I’m a songwriter, I wrote them so he could use them.” I say avoiding the real question.

“That’s not what I meant, (Y/N). Did you write those lyrics about him?” I can feel Brian’s stare on me waiting for my response.

“I did.” I don’t look at Brian keeping my attention on the road. I hear Brian breathe deeply, “why don’t you tell him how you feel?”

“Because I don’t know what we are Brian. I don’t know if I’m on my way to being a girlfriend, am I just a friend? Am I someone he just uses to pass the time?”

“You never know if you don’t ask.”

We leave the deli and head back into the car, we don’t say anything to each other on the way back because Brian is eating fries from the bag and I’m thinking of ways to ask Shawn what we are. I park the car and we walk back into the building. We both wave at Linda, the receptionist. Spending a little bit of time away from the studio helped clear my mind and I’m feeling much better.

“You better not have eaten from my fries,” I say, warning Brian while I try to balance the cup holder and our drinks.

“I grab from all containers, that way it’s even.” I hear him say behind me. I laugh, shaking my head. Brian walks in front of me to open the door. Brian opens the door wide open. I see Shawn leaning down into the same brunette from earlier. Their noses are touching and lips are centimeters apart. I freeze, not being able to go through the door’s threshold. Their lips meet briefly. Brian clears his throat and that causes the two to separate from each other. Shawn looks up at me and I feel my eyes begin to tear up. I place the drinks on the table and turn around heading where I came from. I hear the door shut behind me, thankful that Brian closed it as soon as I left. I hear the door’s handle try to open and I hear some shouts, “Brian let me out!” I try to walk faster hoping I get to my car and drive as far away as possible.

“(Y/N)!” I hear Shawn say behind me. I pick up my pace and I reach the lobby before I feel a hand on my shoulder, damn Shawn and his long legs.

I turn around to face him, seeing a worried Shawn in front of me, “(Y/N) that kiss didn’t mean anything. She’s been flirting with me this whole time.” I wipe my eyes, “Shawn if you didn’t want the kiss to happen, you wouldn’t be leaning in. You were leaning in. Besides, I don’t know why I am crying. I don’t care. We aren’t anything to each other, we're just friends who kiss and sleep together.” Shawn looks at me with hurt on his face.

“What are you saying?” He asks, his eyes tearing up.

“What are we Shawn?” I say waiting for a response.

“I-” Shawn struggles to find an answer.

“You see you don't even know what we are!” Shawn grabs my arms and begins to kiss my hand “(Y/N) please” I shake my head hoping tears won’t fall from my eyes.

“Shawn let me go. You don’t owe me an explanation. We don’t know what we are to each other.” I free my hand from his hold and begin to walk away. I hold my arm against my chest and I walk closer towards the door.

“I don’t know what we are, but I know what I feel. I’m in love with you (Y/N).” I stop walking, registering all of the words that came from his mouth. I turn around facing him. He walks towards me and holds both of my hands, “I didn’t want to make the wrong move and mess this up. I didn’t know if you felt the same way. I wrote a whole song for you hoping you would listen to the lyrics and understand they were for you.”

I look at Shawn thinking what song he could possibly be talking about. He interrupts my thoughts as if he was reading my mind, “When You’re Ready.” I choke up remembering how much he spent trying to perfect that song. “I love that song.” He wraps his arms around me and places a kiss on my temple, “so baby are you ready?” I nod and wrap my arms around Shawn. He holds my face and says, “I’ve loved you for the longest time, (Y/N). I was so scared that if I said something, I would lose you. I didn’t want to lose you so I kept my feelings quiet having you the way you’d let me. Tell me you’re ready to be mine.” He says as he kisses my lips. “I’m ready, Shawn. I also wrote the song you’re recording right now for you. I love you Shawn.” He kisses my lips one more time.

He holds my hand on our way back to the studio not caring who from the office looks and tells the world that Shawn Mendes was kissing or holding hands with his songwriter/producer (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

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itsamendesmadness · 3 years ago

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Shawn Mendes x reader (female)

“Cherry red lips”

Summary: You are preparing yourself to accompany Shawn at his debut at the Oscars.

Warnings: oral sex

a/n: I guess we can say guitar players do it best. I wanted to thank you for all the support on my past work. I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, let your imagination fly. 🪶 (remember to reblog if you want to see more of this work)

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The Oscars are finally here, Shawn has been eager for this night to come because it’s going to be the first time you walk the red carpet together. You are scared people are gonna bash on you. Most fans don’t take it lightly when they’re favorite musicians are with a new girl. You are preparing yourself in a separate hotel room while Shawn records a get ready for the Oscars video with Vanity Fair. He has personally picked out a dress for you and left it hanging on the closet door with a note beside it. The note reads “Can’t wait to see this on you”. As you slowly open the zipper of the garment bag revealing the dress, you gasp at its beauty. You take it out and place it on the bed admiring it. It’s perfectly made for you; a black slip satin dress with the longest train you've ever witnessed. You weren’t entirely sure about how you were going to walk on those Black with Crystal Embellishment Jimmy Choo heels, they seemed to be a little too tall for you. Either way you were excited to dress up and rock the carpet.

The hotel phone rings, and it looks like Shawn is calling. “Hey babe.” he says. You loved how he called you babe. As in any new relationship, you were still on the honeymoon phase, where you blush at compliments and couldn't keep your hands off of eachother. “Hey Timbit” you reply, as you sit on the bed with your white robe. “We're in the middle of shooting, but I wanted to know if you liked the dress.” he says. You laugh a little,“Of course babe, it’s stunning.” you replied while you twirled the phone cord around your fingers. “I’ll pass by your room when I’m done... I- I love you.” he says nervously. “I love you more, Timbit.” you reply to him with the biggest smile on your face. He hangs up, and you put the phone down.

You asked Shawn to not get you any stylist because you didn’t want to be a burden, Anyways, you were pretty damn good at makeup and hair. You start gently placing your makeup on the hotel floor ,right in front of the patio door since you liked to do your makeup close to a window. You turn on your “I’m a bad bitch” playlist and proceed to put on your makeup. When you finish, you walk up to the bathroom to start on the hair, but get distracted taking selfies and mirror pictures. You send a little teaser to Shawn and proceed to do your slick back low bun with a middle part. You wanted to show off the dangling earrings and sparkly necklace.

The phone dings with the personalized ringtone you have for him. “You’re so good at makeup, but…” he texted. You look at the message thinking there is something wrong with it. ‘But what?... Does it look bad?” you reply with your heart dropping. The phone dings again. “I can’t wait to rub it all off,” he texted with smirking emojis. ‘You leave him on read’. He deserves it, you think to yourself.

The time has come to finally put on that beautiful dress. You put one leg in and the other after it. The dress brushes over your skin like butter and you put the straps over your shoulder. You walk towards the full body mirror holding the dress on your chest because it’s not zipped up yet. The satin material hugged your curves tightly and a slit was on the dress exposing your left leg. The slit came to an end at the top of your hip. This dress was definitely Shawn's doing, it accentuated every part he loved about you.

You felt like a Hollywood star with the red lipstick covering your perfectly shaped lips. Especially with the black satin gloves this dress came paired with. Unfortunately, you can’t make out with Shawn any time soon or you will ruin your makeup and stain his godly made face before the Oscars.

You tugged and struggled to get your zipper up. You sit on the bed with defeat all over your face. You didn’t want to interrupt him so you just waited for Shawn to come by so he could get the zipper. Until then you just continued watching a series on Netflix. After an hour, he gets to the door while holding your favorite flowers. He opens the door with the hotel room key. You didn't hear him come in because your airpods muffled his footsteps. It’s obviously hard to hear the steps with a floor covered in carpet. “Babe” he shouts at you as he approaches you and taps your arm. “Babe” he says once again. You jump up with a scared look on your face. “I’m sorry…I- I didn't hear you come in '' you say with a sigh of relief knowing it's him and not some weirdo. “It’s okay” he chuckles. He hands you the flowers “You look beautiful” he says to you leaning in for a kiss. “You look very dapper yourself” you say smiling looking at his eyes. He blushes and smiles. You could never resist that contagious smile he wears. You stare at him in his sharply tailored to perfection black tuxedo. He wears it with such elegance.

“How was the video?” you say to him eager to know how his day went. “It went smoothly… I think you know how nervous I get” he says as he moves to sit next to you. “Did you do the meditation exercises?” you say facing him. “Yes , I burned some sage and said some affirmations.” Shawn replies. “That’s great babe. Also, can you get my zipper?” you say as you stand up. “I love when you need my help.” he says to you while he puts his hands on your lower back. He could never resist not kissing your back. As expected, he kisses your back while he gets the zipper, he continues to give you soft pecks till he gets to your neck. You left out a soft sigh. You turn around and say “I can’t kiss you right now. I have red lipstick on”. “Fuck the red lipstick” he replies as he tries and get a kiss from you. You turn your head and he lands his soft lips on your cheeks. “No Timbit, just wait after the Oscars then you can kiss me all you want.” “I don’t want to ruin your moment… you're going to be presenting in front of prestigious people, you can’t be looking like a clown.” you say to him wanting to prove your point. “Fine, but I can kiss other lips, you know.” he says to you with a scheme written all over his face.

He opens the slit of your dress and slips two fingers on your black lace panties. He begins to rub your button making you moan out. He gets down on his knees and brings down your lacies with his mouth as he looks up at you with desire. He puts your left leg over his shoulder. You gasped and slightly bit your lip as he did so. He began to suck on your clit making you moan out. Your hand flew to his head, gently tugging his hair.

As he ate you out, his fingers began to play with your wet treasure. You whined and grabbed his shoulder, digging your nails in him. He sucked and fingered you at the same time. The pace of his tongue started syncing with his fingers. You wrapped around his finger so tightly, in a way of warning him you were about to spill. He then looked up at you and smirked. He looked so hot working up a sweat for you. “Cum for me” he says in a sexy tone. You began to tremble, throwing your head back. He gently took out his fingers with them covered in cum and his lips followed him. “Good job babe” he says to you gasping for air. You stand there dripping out, looking to where your soul left. He brings you toilet paper and cleans you out. “Time to go beauty” he says to you, handing you the black lacies back.

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Coffee Shop AU (s.m.)

a/n: this has been in my drafts since November. I planned to post it on Christmas Eve, but only now got around to polishing it up.

tw: allusions to smut?

word count: 3.4k+

summary: shawn and a cute customer in the shop after hours

Only a university campus would have a coffee shop open from six am to midnight. A vast variety of students flowed through the shop steadily, getting their beverages to go or staying to enjoy them and take advantage of the free wi-fi. The shop’s location made it easily accessible for students traveling to and from their classes, and a convenient place to study and work on group projects. The shop was also run primarily by students, providing them with a way to make money on campus in bite-sized shifts.

The cafe was a small shack designed to look like a log cabin. Despite the limited space inside, the tables and booths were comfortably spaced. The booths were covered in a rough, resplendent upholstery and the tables were a yellowy, polished wood. A long, narrow high-top table was positioned down the center of the room, divided by a metal structure down the center with built-in outlets for convenient charging. There was an assortment of chairs and backless stools available for maximum comfort, and a plethora of outlets scattered around for convenience. The wifi password was plastered on the wall by the door, and on the chalkboard menus, which were always neat and colorful.

It was a popular study spot for students during the day, but not so much at night. Students tended to flock to the shop before their classes or for a mid-afternoon energy boost; not a bedtime snack.

Among the workers there was Shawn, a lissome junior who tended to keep to himself. He was pleasant enough when taking orders or preparing coffee, but he usually chose the latest shifts when fewer people came looking for coffee. He never minded sweeping the floors or locking up in the dark, and the lack of bustle didn’t bother him. After all, it was rare for even college students to go seeking out caffeine in the form of coffee past midnight.

As finals approached, there was a steady increase of anxious students pouring into the shop late in search of caffeine, wi-fi, or an extra charger for their laptops. As studying intensified, the late-night crowd grew, and more nighttime workers were brought into the shop.

Shawn was used to working alone, rarely having to worry about a customer requiring attention as he worked on another’s drink. However, as finals week drew near, he was positioned solely at the front counter, manning the orders and bakery selection. The small cafe was brimming with students sipping on hot caffeinated beverages as they poured intently over their laptops and textbooks, retaining as much information as they could.

Despite the steady flow of students in and out of the cafe, one girl, in particular, caught Shawn’s eye. She ordered the same thing every night, a dark chocolate mocha, and sat in the same booth by the window as she studied. She, along with the others, tended to pack up and leave just before twelve, leaving Shawn and his coworkers time to clean before they locked up, but one night, Sunday, she found herself so engrossed in her studying that she didn’t realize when the other patrons packed up and left.

Hannah, one of Shawn’s coworkers for the night, tried to secure her attention and ask her kindly to wrap up her studies, but Shawn reassured her, saying that he’d tell her to leave if she hadn’t finished in fifteen minutes.

Giving a resigning sigh, Hannah retreated to the back door, hanging her apron on a hook before disappearing into the cold night air, flipping the sign from open to closed as she left.

Shawn gazed over the counter at the studious girl, entranced in her studies like they were the only thing in the world as he cleaned the coffee machine absentmindedly. Her hair was tucked into the band of her headphones, and she was wearing a simple white sweatshirt with the university’s name on it. Her legs were tucked up next to her, one under her and the other to the side, and her head was resting in her left hand as her right hand flipped the pages of her book. Her drink remained untouched, aside from the sip she’d taken from it when Shawn had handed it to her. The laptop on the table in front of her dimmed, but it did nothing to pry her eyes from the pages of her textbook.

Her lips moved ever so slightly as her eyes scanned the pages, fighting the avalanche of words to retain as much information as she could. Shawn watched all the while, nearly halting as he ran a sudsy rag over the outside of the coffee machine in lethargic circles. His eyes were fixed on the girl’s hunched figure and they had no intent to move.

Fifteen minutes passed faster than Shawn thought they ought to. He had promised Hannah that he would remove the girl from her spot in the cafe in fifteen minutes, twelve-twenty, but his heart raced as he thought of doing so. He fought himself internally behind the counter before finally closing the distance between himself and the compelling girl.

He stood nervously beside her table as he racked his brain for words to say to her.

“Excuse me,” he croaked, his words thudding soundly into the silent room. He repeated it once before sitting down in the booth beside hers, a safe distance away. He reached out a hand to tap her shoulder gently and she jumped in alarm, hastily removing her headphones and shifting her attention to Shawn.

“I’m so sorry,” he began. “I know you’ve been working really hard, but we’re technically closed now. Again, I’m so sorry.”

She glanced from him, to the corner of her computer screen, and back. “You’ve been closed for half an hour!” she noticed in horror. “You could have told me sooner!”

“I didn’t want to interrupt your work,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly as her eyes met his. “I know it sucks to be interrupted.”

“Your shift ended half an hour ago,” she repeated, scrambling to close her book and laptop. “You should be at home, enjoying your own time, not stuck here with me.”

“I don’t mind,” he babbled softly. “My homework’s in the back room. I’ve been working on it a little.”

“That’s good,” she managed apologetically as she turned to her backpack, which was occupying the seat beside her. She shoved her headphones in, but before she could get any further, Shawn stopped her.

Placing a hand gently on her forearm, he asked, “What have you been working on?”

“Studying for exams,” she groaned with an exhausted sigh. “I have a history exam tomorrow and I’m grossly underprepared.”

“That’s the worst,” he empathized.

“What kinds of homework do you have?”

“A little bit of everything,” he replied slowly, feeling his confidence bloom slightly as she took interest in him. “A lot related to holistic health.”

“Really?” She raised her eyes to inspect the honey-colored ones hidden timidly behind his thin, inconspicuous glasses, noticing his flawless complexion and curly, chocolate-colored hair in the process. “You’re into that kind of stuff?”

“Yeah. Holistic medicine and things that go along with that; herbology, homeopathy. Things like that.”

“Is that your major?”

“One of them. I major in both holistic health and psychology, and minor in music theory. What about you?”

“I’m a business major. I can’t imagine taking on two majors. I can hardly handle the one I have.”

Shawn let out a soft chuckle. “I’m Shawn, by the way. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” she frowned. “I like the name Shawn.”

“I like the name Y/N,” Shawn smiled slowly as he listened to the syllables as they glided off his tongue. “Are you a junior, too?”

“I’m a sophomore. Three semesters in,” she huffed.

“It gets better,” Shawn consoled her automatically.

“Does it really?”

“Not at all,” he replied with a chuckle. “But believe it or not, you’ll get the hang of things.”

“That’s reassuring,” Y/N hummed, rising to her feet. “I should probably let you get home. Do you live on campus?”

“No,” Shawn replied slowly. “I live with my parents since they’re pretty local.”

“Will they be worried since you’re not home?”

“They’ll be fine.” Shawn cast a wary glance at his watch before redirecting his attention to the beautiful girl standing before him. “You can stay a while longer,” he suggested. “I don’t mind.”

She eased back onto the booth beside him, swiveling her body so she was facing him rather than the table. She reached for her drink and maneuvered it to the edge of the table, pulling the straw into her mouth as she glanced away from Shawn’s enchanting honey-colored eyes.

“Are we supposed to be here after hours?” she interrogated, eyeing him skeptically.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” he answered absentmindedly. “After all, I’m used to locking up.”

“At twelve o’clock. Not at twelve-thirty-five.”

Shawn shrugged, shifting his attention to a small rip in the upholstery of the booth. “Do you need help studying for anything?” He felt pathetic dragging what could have been a short conversation out so long, but something inside of him longed to converse with her for a while longer.

“Actually?” She withdrew a planner from her backpack and began flipping through it. “Can you quiz me for my exam?”

“History? Sure.” He tried to hide his excitement as he held out his hand for the notepad. He examined the pages, noting their layout, before turning his body to face hers and clutching the papers against his chest so she couldn’t see. The pages were filled with events and their dates, as well as various other facts that she would need to remember for a thorough paper.

The neat rows and columns made it easy for Shawn to quiz her with. He cleared his throat jokingly, making playfully intimidating eye-contact with her before looking back down at her notepad.

The first few questions breezed by as she recited the answers confidently. But when the questions advanced into more obscure niches, her confidence began to falter.

“Try again,” Shawn urged simply as she sunk her teeth into her lip, her cheeks reddening as she scrambled for the correct answer. Shawn had flipped from the history dates to other tidbits of information she would need over the course of the next few weeks.

“What was the question?” she whined, pulling her drink closer to the edge of the table.

Shawn moved closer to her, resting his head on her shoulders as she examined her page of notes.

He read the page’s contents softly, his warm breath tickling her ear.

She took note of his gentle voice, strong arms, and complex cologne, which seemed representative of his true self.

Pulling the straw back into her mouth, she sat up. The cup tipped over, splashing its milky brown contents all over her pale gray sweatshirt.

She and Shawn pulled apart in alarm. He scrambled to the nearest paper napkin dispenser, grabbing a wad of the flimsy, white material in an attempt to soak up the lukewarm coffee as it dripped down her sweater and onto her white jeans. While they helped pull the excess liquid off of her clothing, a dark stain remained, sinking into all of the creases in her clothing.

“Shit,” she muttered as she stood. “I can feel the wet fabric clinging to me.”

“I know we have some things here to spot-treat it,” Shawn suggested. “Aprons don’t often serve their purpose in these conditions.”

“Then I’d really be wet,” she chirped, ignoring a potential double meaning that could arise.

“I have quite a few extra sweatshirts in my car.”

“Are you saying you’d like me to take one?”

“If we’re going to clean your clothes here, then yes.”

“Staying after hours with a naked girl. I can see it perfectly,” y/n quipped, glancing superstitiously out of the dark windows to Shawn’s lowly green SUV.

“I forgot, I was supposed to close these.” He stood beside y/n for a moment, giving her a taste of how tall he really was before he knelt on the side of the booth to close the blinds. He made his way around every window in the cafe before returning to her. “We have some stain removers in the back room. I’ll get you something from my car if you want to work on getting the coffee out of your clothes.”

“Thank you,” she breathed as he darted out into the snowy night. The lights switched on in his vehicle when he opened the door. She watched through the door as he rummaged around in his back seat, through the presumable mess of textbooks, calculators, and mechanical pencils. Eventually, the car door slammed shut and Shawn pranced hastily back to the front door, cautious of ice patches.

“I forgot that I cleaned out my car last Thursday. I don’t have any sweatshirts.” He paused awkwardly as he toyed with the sleeve of his black cable-knit sweater. “Unless this would work?”

Y/N hesitated. “No. That’s yours.”

“I’ve got an apron,” he reasoned. “Come on, Y/N. It’s nice and soft. And I’ve warmed it up for you.”

“You make it sound so dreamy,” she chuckled. “Okay. I’ll take it.”

He handed her the bottle of stain remover and she disappeared into the shop’s sole bathroom to work in peace. The door was locked behind her as she bent over the sink, Shawn’s sweatshirt falling to her mid-thighs even in the back. She worked at the meddlesome stains with cold water and watched hopefully as the stains faded.

A soft knock on the door alerted her to Shawn’s presence.

“I’m not naked,” she said sarcastically.

He poked his head into the room, raising his eyebrows adorably as he asked, “Is the stain remover working?”

“Pretty well,” she responded.

“That’s good. If not, I have bleach.”

“That’s not necessary,” she assured him. “Thanks, though.”

He glanced at her sweatshirt, which was drying on the coat hook and peeked over her shoulder at her pants, the garment which she was scrubbing vigorously.

“It looks better,” he said pointedly. “We can let the stain bubble out for a few minutes if you want to stop scrubbing.”

She dropped the jeans, allowing them to rest on the counter. “What time is it?”

“Just about one.”

“You had better go,” she said hurriedly, gathering her clothes into her arms. “You should have been gone an hour ago.”

“I’m not kidding when I say I have time.”

“Time for what?”

“Time for you,” Shawn breathed in response. He took a step backward, but she took a step towards him.

Shawn bit his lip as his deep, sincere eyes flicked to the provocative length of her thighs that wasn’t hidden by his sweatshirt. She could tell that he was a terrible liar.

“If you’re okay with me staying, can you quiz me again while my clothes dry?”

“Of course!” His eyes flashed back to her face as he shook the unholy thoughts from his mind. Reaching behind his back, he untied his apron, ducking out of the bathroom and behind the counter to hang it by the employees only door. Without the paisley-printed brown apron, a signature pattern of the cafe’s, Shawn was dressed in a skimpy white undershirt and tight-fitting black jeans. On his feet were minimalistic black boots, and a delicate silver chain was visible around his neck.

“Bring your books, too!” y/n called. “We can study together.”

Shawn gave her a playful salute, swinging his book bag over his shoulder and emerging from behind the counter. He set it on the upholstered bench beside her, watching in feigned dismay as she took a careful sip from her lukewarm beverage.

“I can warm that up for you,” he said pointedly. “But only if you promise to be careful.”

“I can’t make any promises,” she quipped, pulling the straw into her mouth and casting him a deliberate smirk.

“Smartass.” Shawn shook his head, picking up her cup and bringing it into the kitchen. He placed it in the microwave and covered it, his jaw setting instinctively as he punched one minute into the keypad. He pushed his sleeves up his forearms as he rested his head on his hand, which was supported by his elbow on the wall.

Y/N wasted no time opening her thick textbook to the page she had been reading when Shawn interrupted her earlier. Without moving her eyes from the page, she reached fruitlessly for her cup, which she found stupidly to be missing.

“Looking for this, sweetheart?” Shawn inquired with a genuine laugh. He set her drink down beside her book, less than an arm’s length away. She leaned towards it, keeping her eyes locked with Shawn’s as she drew in a swift sip of coffee, effervescent with heat.

“Holy shit, that’s hot,” she cursed after a painful and panicked swallow. “Burned my fucking tastebuds off.”

“Might have overheated it slightly,” Shawn grimaced apologetically.

“My lip is burning from where the straw was,” she whined with a slight chuckle as her eyes watered.

Without explanation, Shawn leaned in to bless her lips with a swift peck. “All better,” he cooed sweetly.

Her stomach fluttered every so slightly at the feeling of his lips on hers. She felt his warm breath condensing on her neck once again as he leaned over her shoulder to absorb the words in her textbook.

Every so often, he nodded his head into her neck, rosy pink lips caressing her skin gently with love. She tried to focus on the materials on the mahogany table in front of her but it was growing increasingly difficult to ignore the fire between her bare thighs. Nonchalantly, she pulled the patterned plastic cup containing her now lukewarm coffee towards her, but before she could take a sip it was snatched from her hand.

Shawn raised the straw to his lips gradually, taking a hesitant sip as his eyes bored holes in hers.

Her heart hammered inside her chest. It had been so long since a man effectively gave her butterflies.

“Just making sure it’s safe to drink,” he explained, sliding it back into her grip across the table’s smooth surface. “Wouldn’t want you to burn your taste buds off, hm?”

Swallowing hard, she agreed.

“Y/N?”

“Shawn?” Gulp. Even saying his name made her heart beat a hundred miles per hour.

“Have you ever been in love?” he inquired innocently, catching you off guard.

Her head snapped to examine his face, furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. “I guess so.”

“I mean, have you ever been in love, in love?”

His words were met with a blank expression.

“I know I sound stupid, but… you see a cute girl…or guy… and they turn out to be really nice. Lots of common interests, good music tastes, the right mix of flirty and serious. You hit it off but know deep down inside it probably won’t work out.”

“Go on?”

“How do you tell the person? And how do you beat the odds of never crossing paths again?”

“Are you asking for my advice?”

“I guess so,” Shawn began twisting an acrylic ring on his middle finger as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Tell her…or him… how you feel. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could be forced to live my life without her. Even though I just met her, I know that she is the one.”

She nodded slowly. Taking time to absorb his lamentation—and another sip of coffee—she planned out her next words carefully. “Take life at a slow pace. Stop to smell the flowers. And when life gives you cold coffee, don’t let a stranger heat it up.”

Shawn looked up in surprise before erupting into the most euphonious laughter she had ever heard. The whole demeanor of the room shifted.

Cupping her chin in his hand, he leaned forward so his nose was barely brushing against hers. “Well. I’d like to tell you that you are the single most perfect girl I’ve ever met. I… really like you.”

“You’re sweet,” she whispered in surprise after a moment. “I like you too.”

Her lips connected with his in one fluid motion. They parted and closed with respect to each other in a kind of routine she had never danced before.

Just as Shawn’s hand began to creep up her thigh, the sound of a key in a lock and hinges squeaking echoed through the empty building.

“What the hell, Shawn?” Hannah’s voice resounded through the air, thick with tension. “Why are you still here? And half-naked?”

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a/n 2.0: It’s been a minute since I’ve seriously written about Shawn because sometimes it feels like a waste of my time. Thank you if you’re still reading and one of the people I can count on to read my Shawn fics. You guys are the ones who started my blog and the reason I’m still going 💕

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