#rosebudmendes fic rec

[rosebudmendes]

AHHH!!!! THIS BEAUTIFUL WRITING STRIKES MY HEARTTTTT

(This part specifically:)

Pain. They both feel it, as it throbs fully in their hearts, their chests ache with it. It flashes in their eyes, comes out in breathless silence when they part their lips. And as he loosely grasps her hand, they refuse to let the tears fall. Burning wetness pricks at her eyes as she bites down, teeth dragging across the rosy, plump flesh of her bottom lip.

DAMN LAUR YOU REALLY WENT OFF

paris, roses, & champagne pt. 1

a/n: new series! this one features ceo! shawn and famous reader.

warnings: angst, teeny bit of fluff

pairing: ceo! shawn x famous! reader

Her heels click briskly against the stone path, echoing through the walkway with countless boutiques that line the streets. The fabric of her floral romper flutters in the breeze, the wind tumbling through her silky waves that cascade to her shoulders. Her skin almost seems to glow with a healthy flush, cheeks and pinks glossy and rosy. Taking a deep breath, she inhales the subtle scent of her rose perfume and the aroma of freshly baked bread from the bakery. Pastries and baguettes sit in wicker baskets lining the shelves, sweets and cakes displayed gloriously at the clear counters. There’s something so beautiful about Paris that she seems to fall in love with.

Bottles of rich, exotic perfume sit on glass stands, purses of fine material hang on wooden hooks. Extravagant and expensive candies gleaming from paper boxes, tied up in pretty blue string. The sky is blue, with gray hues and charcoal clouds that start to roll in, silently and slowly. She can still taste the whiskey on his lips from the last kiss they shared. She can still feel the way his strong arms felt around her, keeping her safe and comforted. The warmth and tender love that radiates from his figure as they cuddled on the white couch. His curls that tickled her neck as he peppered kisses all along her neck, collarbone, shoulders, face, and chest

There’s the soft rustling of leaves, quiet rings from the bicycle bell of the delivery boy, light chatter, and the hurried footsteps of the rushing people. As she strolls through, she reminds herself of her success. She prides herself in her hard work, and how she had persevered through the darker times. Financially, emotionally, physically, and mentally, she has healed. A soft smile graces her lips at the thought of how well of she is. And as she heads toward her hotel, a rather expensive and luxurious one, she catches his eye.

She can’t deny that he looks undeniably handsome. He is the epitome of sexiness, beauty, and class. Perfection of the finest. His crisp maroon dress shirt seems tailored perfectly to his broad and toned body, the ruffled collar exposing part of his chest hair. The curls she loved to run her hands through fall in front of his honey eyes, sharp yet soft orbs of liquid hazel. His unruly hair frills out from his head, boots clicking frantically as his eyes bore holes into the side of her head. She can only pray that her sunglasses hide her face.

“Y/N...?”

She stumbles over her words, heart racing as she hadn’t prepared for a moment like this. There’s the familiar and dull ache that throbs from her heart, like a chasm that wants to be filled but cannot. There’s a wide grin that tugs on his lips, showing off his pearly whites that gleam under the warm rays of the summer sun.

“Hey, Shawn! H-How are you?”

“I’m doing okay, what about you? You look beautiful, my love.”

Her heart flutters but her chest aches with pain, a familiar pet name that only resurfaces old memories and brings pain to her eyes.

“I-I guess I’m alright. Thank you, you look wonderful. I’m proud of you, uh, the Grammy award.”, she flashes him a weak and tight-lipped smile, one that she hopes seems genuine enough.

“Thank you, it, um...was hard without you. Is there a chance that we could maybe, ever fix what we had?”

There’s an awkward silence as she holds back her bitter remarks, instead chortling softly.

“You’re the one that broke it off.”

Pain. They both feel it, as it throbs fully in their hearts, their chests ache with it. It flashes in their eyes, comes out in breathless silence when they part their lips. And as he loosely grasps her hand, they refuse to let the tears fall. Burning wetness pricks at her eyes as she bites down, teeth dragging across the rosy, plump flesh of her bottom lip.

“I-It was a mistake. I just, didn’t know, how much you really meant. I did it for you. But-“

“Don’t make this about me. You left for me for her, and what? Now she’s married to Justin. You broke everything we had, ripped my heart out, took it without asking and broke, no, shattered it completely. All along, what you didn’t know, was that you had it already.”, she tries her hardest to be for, to swallow the thickness as emotion chokes her watery voice.

His hands clutch hers, trying to press some ounce of what he’s feeling to her, he wishes so much that she could understand. There’s a brief delicious feeling when she presses her lips to his. A warm connection, a gentle spark. It’s a feeling he’s been deprived of for far too long. He hopes that it’s a sweet hello or a new beginning.

But when she pulls away, their scents lingering, and gives him a mere wave before walking away, he knows that it’s a bittersweet amd heartbreaking goodbye. It’s a second, and final goodbye.

part 2 is coming! PLEASE. COMMENT. YOUR. OPINION. OR. FEEDBACK.!!!!! (pls do it)

[rosebudmendes]

June l Shawn Mendes

A/N: I started writing this months ago and finalllyyyy finished it. Please give me some feedback so I am motivated to write more :) 

Summary: After a summer-long road trip, they both have to learn to say goodbye & accept that long distance will become the new norm. 

Warnings: goodbyes aren't fun i guess

WC: 1.8K l Masterlist l 

Seagulls chirping, waves crashing, a gentle touch from the early June sun. The clock on the jeep dash read 6:30 am. Normally, she would groan and go back to sleep for a few more hours but something inside of her stirred with each collapse of waves. Shawn remained asleep in the driver's seat, looking peaceful and content. Instead of waking him, she crawled out of the jeep in need of warmth and coffee.

It was the last week in June, meaning that the summer-long road-trip was coming to an end. It was the longest break Shawn had had since his music career took off, and they both went their separate ways. with the summer coming to an end, they both knew it was back to the dreadful long distance phone calls and late night FaceTime chats. This broke her spirit more and more each day; knowing that there were limited moments where they could touch each other. Limited moments of uncontrolled laughter over something as simple as a stomach growl, or a heated conversation about what Hogwarts house was the highest ranked. It wasn’t easy for her to say goodbye to anyone, especially to the one person who has made her feel safe for the past three months.

After the fire had heated the instant coffee enough, she strolled over to the drivers' side of the jeep where Shawn was deep asleep. “Shawnie, wake up.” She whispered while softly touching his cheek. Her arms felt like it was shaking the moment her fingers made contact with his face.

Eventually, her hand found its way to his forest of curls, massaging his scalp in rhythm with the waves. A small moan escaped his lips as his head fell deeper into her grasp. This made her feel safe. He made her feel safe. Something as simple as sleeping reflected how comfortable they felt in each others’ presence.

“Good morning sunshine” he mumbled as he stretched the sleep out of his joints. He yawned and rubbed his eyes while simultaneously whining for “coffee.” Before he sat up she put the cup of coffee in front of him. His face lit up with comfort, and she saw the ocean dancing in his eyes.

They both sat there silently sipping coffee, staring out of the jeep window into the delicate morning sunrise. The sky was dancing with pastel pinks and blues, which made her heart flutter.

During an earlier part of the trip, Shawn had the brilliant idea of a homemade scavenger hunt. There was only one hint: find something that reminds you of the other. Shawn, being the avid Pinterest user he is, felt like this was such a romantic idea and he had been scouting things he would choose when the moment was right.

They were in Nashville, Tennessee and it was the blooming stages of spring. All the flowers were bright with fresh colors, and the sun was shining without leaving its harsh kisses on their shoulders.

They both sat down on a bench outside of the restaurant they had stopped at for lunch. She was curled up against his torso, his long arms draped over her and their fingers laced together like cooked noodles. Shawn was watching her draw shapes in his forearm, and he gently kissed the top of her head. “Hey y/n. I have a game for us to play.” Like a child at recess she had flown from her position and was eagerly waiting for Shawn to give her the instructions. He adored how much of a child she was in moments like these. She knew how to be an adult, but never let that youthful glow diminish from her soul. Shawn knew he loved her when he realized their childlike spirit matched each other.  

“It's a scavenger hunt…all around this neighborhood. There is only one hint. Find as many things that remind you of the other.” Shawn was talking in a suspenseful voice, which made her laugh with excitement. “Meet back here in ten minutes, and GO!” He shouted as he ran past her and towards places they previously had visited.

Shawn quickly gathered his items since he already knew where to look. He found a pink rock in the shape of a lopsided heart, a blue flower that smelt like pollen and a dirty sticker with a cartoon sun on it. He waited on the bench for her to return with her treasures. It wasn’t long before she came strolling back, hands behind her back and a sly smirk painted on her face. “Well, well, well.” Shawn chanted as he simultaneously stood to his feet.

“You go first.” She exclaimed, shifting her weight back and forth in a rocking motion.

Shawn had pulled out each item one by one, explaining how the pink rock reminded him of the unconditional love she shows him. How the blue flower, although very pungent, made him think of how she was always able to calm him down in anxious moments, and how the sticker represented how she always seemed to brighten up his life.

“Shawnie…these are incredible.” She said, dimples appearing on each side of her cheek from smiling so big.

Shawn awkwardly put his hands in his back pocket and shifted his weight. “Okay, it's your turn.”

She followed the same sequence as Shawn, pulling out a guitar pick to represent his love of music, a coffee cup sleeve that reminded her of his drive towards his work. An abandoned ring with a small red jewel to symbolize his mind and heart being open to new things, and a small Christmas light. “I picked the Christmas light because your voice and heart are magic to me,” She was looking down at her hands that twirled the light in circles. “I don’t always see the magic in everyday life until I met you.”

Shawn was trying hard to not get emotional over the deep meaning in her objects. He knew he wasn’t good at hiding his emotions, so he put his arm around her and kissed her forehead. “C’ mon, let's go get some ice cream.”

After finishing the morning coffee, they strolled down to the water to investigate for themselves. She had one of Shawn's extra sweatshirts on, which fit just about the same as her own with an extra few inches on the arm length. She wrapped herself tightly in the excess material as Shawn snaked his long arms around her waist. The waves reached both of their toes, the freezing cold water causing them to jump away from each other. “This beach is beautiful.” She said reaching out for Shawn’s hand. He obeyed, lacing his fingers in between hers. “I could stay here with you forever.”

Shawn sighed a deep, heavy sigh. She knew by now that his sighs meant more than a built up pressure in his chest. It meant he was stuck in his head, thoughts brewing and chasing each one down a spiral staircase- making it impossible for him to focus on anything else. She hated seeing him so caught up in his head, but she also understood. At this moment she knew what he was thinking about. The Goodbye. The long distance. Would they last another tour season? Would they just take a break instead? How would it be when his tour was done? What if they met different people? What if they became different people? So different that the other couldn’t be with?

These thoughts were going through her head as well. She wanted nothing more than to just focus on the present moment, but it almost felt selfish to do so knowing this was the end of something magical. Shawn sighed again, this time letting gravity work his body to the ground. The sand was cold on his bare feet as he pulled his knees to his chest, staring blankly into the never-ending sea. “I don’t want this to end, y/n.” He avoided making eye contact with her as much as possible. Knowing the moment he saw her eyes, saw how sad she was and how strong she was trying to be for him. It would shatter his heart.

“I know Shawn, I don't either. But we can’t stop time, unfortunately.” Shoving logic into the conversation only made her mad at herself. She hated when people tried to make her feel better by using rational thoughts and evidence. They were hurting, and that was okay. She was now sitting cross-legged next to Shawn, picking up sand and letting it fall. There was a silence between them that felt thick and uncomfortable. As if there was a third person in between them, stretching out this moment. Her eyes began to sting, and she needed to move.

Almost jumping up she shouted, “C’mon, let's go!”

Shawn finally looked at her, with confusion and curiosity painted across his face. “What are you doing?”

She stuck her hand out, and Shawn grabbed it, letting her lead him into the unknown agenda.

“This one reminds me of strawberries!” She exclaimed running after Shawn to show him a seashell she just picked up.

“I like this color…reminds me of your eyes.” Shawn had a handful of the same blue-tinted shells. He let out a long sigh and looked at the sky, tears pricking at his eyes.

“Shawn…this is supposed to be making us happy! Not thinking about the sad parts of today.” She stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek, “let's find one that reminds you of your favorite song.” Again, she pulled Shawn along to continue the scavenger hunt.

Shawn went along with each idea she came up with, and she kept coming with prompts to lift his spirits. Eventually, they both were tired from the afternoon heat and decided to sit in the wet sand, letting the waves wash the heat off their skin. They sat there together in silence, looking at the vast ocean. Nothing could be said, nothing could be done. They both knew the other was hurting and accepted that they were going to be apart again.

Without her noticing, Shawn had grabbed something out of his pocket. He grabbed her hand and placed the object into her palm. He watched her expression when she realized what he gave her. It was the pink rock shaped like a heart from Tennessee. The rock that reminded Shawn of the unconditional love between them. Tears were falling from both of their eyes now, and still, neither one spoke.

In a way, the rock was able to fill the silence with what was unable to be said aloud. That Shawn still loved her, and she still loved him. And that wouldn’t change, no matter how many miles and hours were between them. Somehow that little pink stone had put a film over their raw emotions. They didn't know how to express it, but they knew the end of June wasn’t the end of them.