#shawn mendes burb

[fanf1cshawn]

broken promises ii

note: if you haven’t read part 1 of this story, then i suggest that you read that first so you know the whole situation. you can read it here: broken promises. here’s broken promises part 2, and i hope you like it. read ‘til the end for a surprise. ;)

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warnings: swearing and slight use of drugs.

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he called her over and over again, but she never picked up. he sent her hundreds of texts but he never got a reply. what have i done? the broken hearted boy thought. his eyes stung from crying all night long, not getting a single second of sleep. he was tired, both physically and emotionally.

he turned on the tv, bombarded by the numerous news channels that reported about his dumb, selfish mistake. he flipped through so many channels until he saw e! news. they went out to ask his fans about their thoughts on this situation.

"how do you feel about shawn mendes cheating on his girlfriend?" the reporter asked as the teen searched for an answer.

"as a fan, i feel really really bad for y/n. she didn't deserve that at all, and i applaud her for actually speaking up about the whole thing. most women would rather keep quiet, especially if they were to be dating a celebrity like shawn, you know?"

"and for shawn?" oh no.

"as for shawn, i hope he learns from his mistake. he's portrayed as such a good person in the media and that's how he shows himself most of the time. so for him to be exposed like this might ruin his reputation, if not, maybe even his career." the teen nods. the girl wasn't wrong at all. at this point, he feels like his fans are slowly leaving his fandom and he's broken their trust.

they show another clip of the reporter asking to the same question to someone else.

"to be real with you, i feel like the only reason shawn did that is because y/n was actually a really shitty person unlike shawn tells everyone. i feel like he only did this because y/n did something to like, start it all." he knew that the girl wasn't right, not even a single bit. she doesn't deserve any hate, and he wished he could just put it all on him. it should be.

"it was never her fault!" shawn screamed, throwing a pillow across the room. a tear escaped his eye and there was has, crying all over again. he let out shaky breaths and pulled open the bottom drawer of his bedside table. in front of him were untouched joints from before you started dating. he didn't always use them, but he stopped using them completely after you found out that he had been using them more than he did. you stopped him before it turned into an addiction, but you weren't there to stop him, were you?

although it's been sitting there for a few years, he didn't mind at all. he would do anything at that point to take all the pain away, would do anything to forget about his stupidity.

the miserable brunette searched for a lighter and he found one in the same drawer. he lit up the small joint in his large hand and inhaled the smoke. the effect started to kick in after several hits, as smoke filled his rather empty room that was once shared between the two of you.

he coughed and threw the joint away quickly, coming to the realization that no matter how much he tried forgetting about what he did, he never will, the damage has already been done and you already left.

as the hazel eyed boy mourned over his heartbreak, so did you. you didn't feel sad because you two were now separated, you were sad because you still couldn't process  the fact that your then boyfriend actually had the nerve to cheat on you.

you laid down in your old bedroom of your parent's house, in need of alone time. your phone have been blowing off all morning, but you decided not to answer or reply to anything just yet.

to your surprise, you didn't cry all night long unlike shawn did. yes, a few tears slipped out, but it wasn't like you were crying rivers out of your eyes.

just like shawn, you felt empty. you didn't know what to do. you've been spending everyday together for the past 3 years but now you were left with nothing to do.

your work offered you a few days off after finding out about the incident and you gladly accepted, knowing that it would be of big help to you.

although you felt empty on the inside, your whole body felt tired, even though you haven't done anything the past few hours. you knew watching sad movies wouldn't help at all and even worse, drinking wouldn't too.

a knock on the door made you snap out of your thoughts. the door opened revealing your mother with a sympathetic look on her face.

"someone's downstairs for you, honey." she walks over and pulls you up from your bed. you grunt, laying back down right away. your mother side and sat next to you instead.

"if it's shawn, then i am not getting my ass down there. not even close." your mother chuckled and slapped your arm playfully.

"it's not funny mom!" you rolled over, stuffing your face in the pillow.

"oh dear, if shawn was the one down there i would've thrown him off the roof!" the image of shawn being thrown off the roof by your mother brought a smile to your face, she always knew how to cheer you up.

you sit back up slowly and hug your mom tight. she wrapped you in her arms, caressing the back of your head.

"i love you so much, mom. thanks for everything." you whispered softly. she gives you a warm smile and pats your back.

"i love you too, dear. but please come downstairs already 'cause that person's been waiting for you for a few minutes now." she says, reminding you of the still unknown visitor you had. you sighed and she left you all alone again. you decided to go downstairs and talk to your visitor, just to get it over with.

you slowly tiptoed down the stairs and you heard that one voice that you've been dreading to hear since last night. no, i must be going insane, you thought. your foot was at the last step and you peeked inside the living room. you must've been hallucinating because as soon you peeked in there, a pair of hazel eyes locked eyes with yours. anger flowed in your nerves the moment he stood up and started walking to your direction.

you ran back to your room and slammed the door shut, heavy footsteps following behind you.

"y/n, i can explain!" shawn says through the door.

"explain? there's nothing to explain, shawn! don't try and hit me your bullshit lies again!" you were basically screaming at him at that point, and you were more than pissed knowing that you and that disgusting human being were under one roof again.

"i'm just here to say sorry, ok? i know i fucked up, i fucked up big time." he took a deep breath and continued.

"not running after you was such a big mistake because i should've, but i couldn't really bring myself t-to do that last night." he fumbled with his hand and tried to look for more words to say.

"well, cheating on me was also a big mistake too, you know?" you stated, sarcasm filling every single word. he sighed.

"yes babe- i mean y/n, yes, that was a completely huge mistake and i regret every single thing i did these past three months. i promised you that i would never such a thing to you and i broke that promise, and i'm so sorry." his voice was low and raspy, and you could tell he had been sobbing last night.

"i couldn't get you, us, off my mind when you left and when i was in that apartment alone, i knew that without your presence and words, i would've gone back to my old ways. you made me feel like i actually have a life worth living." he croaked out. you slowly opened the door and took a good look at shawn. his nose and cheeks were red and his eyes were bloodshot. you had to admit that you felt really bad for him since you've never seen him like this before.

"so, what do you want to do, mendes?" you leaned on the doorframe, waiting for his response.

"i was thinking that i could fix that broken promise... if we started over again." he barely said in a whisper. you debated if you should give him another chance and you made your final decision. you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair.

"sure." shawn's eyes widened and all his sadness was wiped away when you said that one word. he was about to hug you but you stopped him from doing so.

"not so quick, shawn. it's not going to be as easy as it seems. just because you're shawn mendes doesn't mean you get a pass for being such a dick." he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, knowing that everything that you said was right. you were always right.

"you're not just going to hug, kiss, then fuck me then suddenly we're all okay. it's never going to be like that, ok?" he nodded.

"i'm going to give you one last chance, shawn. one last chance."

"if you actually succeed at being a good boyfriend in our new beginning, then i'll stay with you 'til who knows when. but if you mess up again, just know that you'll never hear about me ever again too." you finish your statement and he nodded in agreement.

"i promise, y/n. thank you so much." he smiled for the first time that day and he swore to himself that he would do anything to not break your heart again; swearing on his heart that all of his broken promises were going to be fixed.

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so about that surprise... i’m going to make broken promises into a series! as soon as i finished writing this, a plot came to my mind and i have decided to continue this story. to everyone who has left feedback and loved it, thank you thank you thank you. and lastly, shoutout to @shawnmendes048 because her comment made me laugh so hard and i decided to use it for a dialogue hehe. that’s about it really. see you on part 3! 

[glowyshawn]

College boi

[shvwnmxndes]

a very brief, but beautiful, clip of Shawn saying “what”

[ohholyfanfics]

hey!!! could you do a single!dad shawn where his child doesn’t like y/n but at the end it’s all good

Mallory Elizabeth Mendes, was the proper book definition of a daddy’s girl, and the four year old knew that when it came to basically anything involving her father she called the shots. The first time she noticed that things were changing was the first night, he had asked her if it was okay for her to spend the night with nana and papa. Obviously she was excited to spend time with them, but she was curious as to what her father would be doing without her. 

The second time she noticed it was when Shawn had mentioned that on of his friends would be stopping by. Shawn was beyond nervous for Mallory to meet y/n but he had no doubt in his mind that it would work. Yet the last thing he expected was his daughter’s down right frown when the woman walked through the door. 

Mallory’s frown only deepened the more the woman hung around her father. It wasn’t that she didn’t like y/n, in fact Mallory absolutely adored her but no one needed to know that. She had put the young woman through heaven and hell whenever they were together, always frowning when her father scolded her. 

She simply couldn’t understand why she wasn’t enough for her father, in her young mind her daddy didn't need anyone else but her. Yet, she knew that y/n was someone that she was beginning to miss, so it surprised Shawn the day Mallory brought her up. 

“Where’s y/n?” she asked a few days back, crayons scattered all over the place as she drew a pretty field to hang up on the fridge. “it’s Tuesday, she's always here on Tuesdays.” 

“Oh um, she had to work a little later today..” he breathed out not sure on what to say as he studied his daughter carefully. “But while you bring her up I have a question.” 

“Okay.” 

“Do you not like her sweetie?” 

Mallory mumbled incoherent words as she avoided her fathers eyes. Shawn frowned as he leaned forward asking her to repeat her words. 

“I don’t like that she takes me away from you..” she breathed out meeting her father’s eyes. Shawn watched as those brown eyes filled with tears as his heart ached.

“Oh sweetie..” he breathed out taken her into his lap as he stroked her hair finally seeing where her cold attitude was coming from, something y/n had warned him about since the beginning. The last thing she wanted was for the little girl to believe that she was trying to steal her daddy away. 

“Sweetie you know she can never get between us right?” he breathed out as she shrugged playing with her fingers. “You know how nana and papa love each other?” he asked as she nodded. 

“Like a mommy and daddy do?” she asked as he nodded his head with a small smile. “is that how you love her?” she asked with wide eyes as he smiled softly. 

“I do, and you know what she told me?” he smiled as her eyes widen ready to hear whatever secret he was ready to tell her. “that she loves you, like I love you..” 

hey!!! could you do a single!dad shawn where his child doesn’t like y/n but at the end it’s all good

[fallinallincurls]

Can you do where y/n and shawn are together and she got jealous from shawn and camilla in the Señorita vedio she tell him but he didn’t get the point of her being jealous from his bestfriend and the twist here is that she is a dancer so she was asked to do a dance with a partner on the Señorita song and they get touchy even almost kissed and he get REALLY jealous about how that happened and how people are shipping the whole thing Of them ^^^^From angst to fluff. (I love your writing so much 💜

thank you for the prompt/idea! I changed it just a little bit & tried my best, but I hope you like it!

Shawn watched the scene unfold through the lens of Connor’s camera that was capturing footage for a future behind the scenes video. You were standing with a dance partner in the middle of the small set, waiting for the word from the director to begin dancing.

You flash him a happy smile, pouring every ounce of love into the small action and see his face light up when he sees you. A chuckle slips past your lips at how adorable he looks; arms crossed over his chest, curls flopping over his forehead, eyes twinkling with joy and his cheeks sporting the usual rosy color from blushing too hard. 

Just then, the director yelled out ‘action’ and the familiar notes of Shawn’s own song floated through the speakers. When he asked if you wanted to make a little cameo in his newest music video, you couldn’t resist. Any opportunity to dance and spend time with your boyfriend was perfect. The last few weeks had been filled with long and frequent rehearsals, but you knew the end result was going to look amazing.

Taking note of the melody, you began tracing the steps you had committed to memory. You let the music flow through your body as you began circling around the man who was your dance partner. The routine was slightly more scandalous due to the sexy lyrics of the song, but you didn’t mind since it was only acting and dancing. Sure, your partner might be slightly attractive but your heart belonged to the curly headed boy who was proudly watching on.

Letting your hands trail down your partner’s body before he quickly pulled you closer against him and twirling you out on the correct lyrics, it felt like all eyes were on you. A smirk graced your lips at the feeling of attention, you loved having that control has a dancer. Spinning back around and into your partners arms, your back pressed against his chest as you slowly sank lower down his body.

A cough could be heard through the music and when your eyes glanced over to Shawn, who was still standing next to Connor, the soft look on his face had been replaced by one thing. Jealously.

The end of the verse was approaching and you rose back up and faced your dance partner, matching his smile. He hooked his arm under your leg and leaned the two of you back, holding your back and stopping just inches away from your face.

“Cut! That was perfect everyone, great job!” The director yelled and everyone on set burst into claps.

After complimenting everyone who was dancing with you for that scene, you walked over to where Shawn was, your smile wide and the hard look on his face seemed to melt away.

“Hey Y/N, you were amazing!” Connor exclaimed with enthusiasm, his camera focused on you as you blushed deeply and thanked him for the kind words.

Turning to your boyfriend, Shawn surprisingly wrapped you up in a tight hug before pressing a warm kiss to the top of your head. His arms provided that feeling of comfort and safety you loved so much and you snuggled in closer to him, squishing your cheek against his chest.

“You were incredible, baby. Like always.” He whispered, nothing but love evident in his words. “Just didn’t like how close he was getting. I really thought he was gonna kiss you and I might’ve lost it.” Shawn admitted, letting his envious feelings through.

“Bubs, it’s just acting for your music video. Nothing more. You’re the only one I want. Trust me, if I could’ve done that dance with you, I definitely wouldn’t have complained. But we both know you’re too clumsy for that and I want this to be perfect for you. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m yours, always.” You reassured him sweetly, lifting your head off his chest and meeting his beautiful gaze. His hands settled on the small of your back as he gently rested his forehead against yours, grateful to hear the words that eased his pang of jealously.

“I love you so much.” Shawn said warmly, unable to find more words to properly express his feelings and how his heart truly belonged to you.

“And I love you.”

[myownplacex]

Masterlist

Lockscreens/Homescreens 

Harry Styles : 

Art

Explore

Halloween

Collage 

Gucci

Late Late

Tour

Kissy

Flowers x Camila Cabello

Kiwi

Medicine

Space

Shawn Mendes : 

Christmas

Flowers

Drama

Collage

SM3

Life

Relax

Red Room

Glitter

Ariana Grande:

Thank You, Next

5SOS

Liam Payne

Niall Horan

Miley Cyrus

Taylor Swift

Dua Lipa 

Colours

Bilie Eilish

Camila Cabello:

Flowers x Harry Styles

Havana

Riverdale

--Headers--

Harry Styles:

Christmas

Boyfriend

TPWK

Camila Cabello

Shawn Mendes

SM3

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Shawn Mendes

Harry Styles

--Burbs--

Shawn Mendes: Breathe

**Requests are open (Locks, headers and icons)**

[wordsandshawn]

Respect

Requested: How about an imagine where he brings Y/N to a red carpet event and is just doting on how gorgeous she looks bc he's just so in love. But when the photographers yell out crude things to get her attention on the carpet, and he notices her sort of look down, he gets really angry. But like, a quiet, jaw clenched, hands tightening around your waist, silently protective kind of angry😍😍

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“Y/n, You look too good. We can’t go anymore. We have to stay here all night instead.” Shawn says lowly into your ear, and you can't help the smile that crosses your face knowing that your boyfriend thinks you look good and only wants to be with you. 

However, you push the thought out of your mind because there is still a crowd of people in the hotel room, the people that had helped both you and Shawn get ready for the event. It takes more people than you’d think. 

You roll your eyes because you know he’s joking, but you also know that if he didn’t really have to attend the event, he wouldn’t be. “We have to go. You’re winning an award, remember?” You gently, but seriously remind him.

“Oh, yeah. That.” He says flatly. And you know he wants to kiss you by the way he’s looking at you, but you just got your makeup done by professionals who are still in the room, and he knows better.

“We have to leave.” Andrew says coming up to you two and interrupting your tiny little private moment, or about as private as moments get on days like this. Shawn takes your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he walks beside you down to the car. 

He barely takes his hand or eyes off of you the entire drive to the venue, even though Andrew is trying to give him instructions and prep him about what to expect. Both you and Andrew are aware he is not listening, so you make sure to listen for him too. When you arrive, Shawn hits the carpet first, but not before telling you, again, how gorgeous you are tonight. You wait patiently on the side with Andrew. You’ve been to enough of these to know how they work. Shawn goes alone, and then you come in for a few shots, and then you’re inside and its okay again. 

You always feel overwhelmed with all the flashes going off and all the people screaming and shouting random things and then the journalists trying to pull people for interviews, and it always just seems like there are too many things all going on at once. 

When you first started going to events with Shawn, he wasn’t as well known as he is now, so the press and crowds were not as aggressive as they are now. It gets scarier every time. 

Before you know it, Shawn has finished his solo pictures and a couple of short interviews, and now its time for you to walk with him. He comes back to Andrew, holding his hand out for you to take with a smile. “Thank you for coming with me, baby.” He says as he starts walking with you to the spot in front of the photographers. “I love you.” He says the same thing before you step out together at every event you’ve been to. Over time, these words have grown to calm you. Even though thats not necessarily what they were meant to do, they do. 

You both stop in the designated spot, and he lets go of your hand to wrap an arm around you, resting his hand on your waist. You both smile out into the sea of cameras. When you can’t take the flashes in your face anymore, you look up at him. As you’re admiring him, you see his demeanor change suddenly. He stiffens up. You’re still staring at him as he narrows his eyes, and you can see his jaw clench while you feel his hand around your waist pulls you even closer to him, even though you thought you couldn’t get any closer.

Suddenly, Andrew’s interrupting, pulling you both along to the next group of photographers. That was a lot shorter than it usually is, and you’re still confused about Shawn’s change in demeanor. His hand doesn’t leave your waist, and now he’s looking down at you silently, studying you just as much as you’re studying him, but he doesn’t say anything besides, “Are you okay?” You simply nod, still confused. You’re almost to the next set of photographers. You want to ask what happened, but you don’t have time before you’re pushed in front of more camera’s flashing. 

Shawn barely smiles. He just stoically stares at the mob of cameras for most of the photos, only smiling for a few seconds at a time. You stare up at him long enough that he looks at you and smiles, but his eyes are telling you otherwise, and you just need to know what happened. 

Once you’re finished in front of all the cameras, you enter the venue. You’ll finally get a few seconds alone, so you ask him, “What happened out there?” 

He turns to you, confusion written all over his face. “You didn’t hear?” 

“What? No? I mean, I heard a lot of shouting, but I wasn’t listening.” He exhales, almost relieved. “What did they say?” 

“Don’t worry about it.” He says stepping closer. He’s standing over you in a protective way. 

“But if it has you so upset of course I'm going to worry.” You respond.

You’re being led to you seats now, Shawn’s hand finds yours and squeezes. “Baby, just forget it. They’re just gross photographers who don’t know how to respect women.”

“What did they say?” You question again, realizing it probably had something to do with the way you looked. 

“I dont want to think about it. No one should say anything like that to you.” 

“Shawn, its okay.” You try to make him feel better, even though you still don’t know what was even said. He’s about to respond, but you interrupt him, “I’m fine. It doesn’t matter what other people say.”

“I love you. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. And you’re mine.” He adds.

“I am yours.” You respond, leaning forward and kissing him on the lips, not caring who else sees or that you might get lipstick on him. 

He pulls back, finally a genuine smile on his face. “Lets just get through this night so we can go home.” 

[gentlemanmendes]

Finer Things part 2

a/n: thank you for all the support and requests after part 1, hope you like part 2 xx

part 1:

part 2:

Two weeks and nothing. Y/n had called all of Shawn's friends and family but none of them gave any information up. Now she was struggling not only was she dealing with the heartbreak of her boyfriend leaving with no explanation but she was now going to behind on her rent and bills even with all this over time work she was doing and the pregnancy wasn't making things any easier for her. She would be woken first thing in the morning because of the nausea and it wouldn't leave until late in the afternoon but by then she would have lost her appetite completely. She hadn't had time to figure out what she would do once the baby was born or even what would take place in the time of her pregnancy. She had been to wrapped up in finding Shawn.  She couldn't bring herself to believe that he would just leave, there had to be a reason. He couldn't know about the pregnancy, that she was sure of. She had thrown out the test as soon as she had gotten her results and the last time she checked Shawn never paid attention to her period so he shouldn't have been suspicious as for the morning sickness it hadn't been this bad while Shawn was still here and she had been too caught up at work for him to even notice anything was different about her.

Y/n sat at the dining table attempting to calculate how much money she would need to make to keep the roof over her head and prepare to have a baby not to mention that she would need more money once the baby was born. She could always try giving her parents a call and asking for help but her ego was way too big for that however with a Childs wellbeing on the line she realized that she may not have any other options. The numbers she was dealing with were stressing her out she calculate that if she cut her showers back to one every three days and cut off the cable she may just be able to get by, she was never home now anyway to use any electricity and the house was empty when she wasn't home.

Checking the time on her phone she realized that she needed to leave or she would be late for her first client of the day. All of the people she worked for had been more than helpful by giving her more hours and recommending her services to friends, if only any of them knew where Shaw was then that would be really helpful.

Thankfully today she only had the one house to clean. Usually she took weekends off but considering circumstances had changed she was now working all of Saturday and half of Sunday. Mrs Smith was having a function at her home tonight for her work colleges and was willing to pay y/n double to have the place spotless for the party. Y/n would have three hours to clean the house and then help the caterers set up and then she would be allowed to call it a night.

Mrs Smith greeted y/n with a grateful smile as she opened the door. She instructed Y/n to begin with the open rooms that everyone would see such as the kitchen, dining, living and bathroom and then work her way to the bedrooms. The caterers began showing up during the last half hour of y/n's shift and y/n told them how Mrs Smith wanted everything to be set up as she began packing away everything that she had used.

Just as she had gathered what she needed and was making her way out the front door she came face to face with the last person she had expected to see but the one person she wanted more than anything.

"Shawn?" She wandered in disbelief. Maybe the lack of sleep and long hours of working were finally taking their toll on her. Right in front of her in a caterers uniform was her boyfriend or now ex boyfriend.

Shawn seemed just as shocked to see y/n. She didn't look good at all. The colour from her face had been drained and the dark circles under her eyes was evidence enough that she wasn't sleeping enough.

"What...What are you doing here?" She was beyond baffled and her mind was running crazy. He stared at her in panic. She looked as if she was about to cry and the last thing either of them needed was for her to start a scene in front of both their employers.

"Y/n please don't, I need this job." Shawn warned causing y/n's face to contour into a frown.

"You need this job, since when? You don't have to pay rent, or the power and water bills, not to mention the food or." Y/n cut herself off before she said too much. There was still a chance that Shawn didn't know about the pregnancy, no matter how mad she was at him this would be the worst way to tell him.

"Can we talk about this later, tonight after my shift?" He pondered causing y/n to narrow her eyes at him.

"Why should I trust anything you say, you left without a word, you left with nothing, not even closure." She didn't bother to hide the hurt from her tone, Shawn should know how he had made her feel. How much it broke her to come home to find him and all his belonging gone without a trace.

Mixed emotions were taking over y/n. She wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms, having missed him more than words could comprehend, but she felt betrayed. Things had gotten just a little hard and Shawn had run away, leaving her alone to pick up the broken pieces.

"Three years Y/n, we've been together for three year, surly you can trust me." Shawn reasoned causing y/n to give him a dry chuckle in response.

"We were together for three years, past tense. You decided that when you walked out taking all the trust, respect and love I ever had for you with you." She disclosed before walking away from him and down the drive realizing that they had probably caused enough of a scene and she was just praying the news didn't make its way back to Mrs Smith.

Y/n hadn't even been aware of the anger she had felt towards Shawn. She was sure she despised him right now. He even had the audacity to ask her to meet up with him later tonight. Didn't he have a sense of pride, it was one thing to walk out but another thing to ask for them to meet up when it suits him. Right now she despised him because she knew that she still loved him very deeply.

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Biting down on her lip y/n scrunched her face up in hopes of clearing her head, her mind racing with a million and one different thoughts as she stands  in front of the cafe that Shawn took her to on their first date. Shawn had texted her over an hour ago to meet him here and even though the cafe was only a few blocks from her apartment she had spent the whole time contemplating whether or not to come and meet him. She decided that she needed to know why he had left, things were fine and he just left. She wanted to know what she had done, she deserved closure.

Letting out a shaky sigh, she pushed the door open and stepped into the heavily lit cafe to find Shawn watching the door from the back corner of the cafe. As soon as he saw her he shot up instantly and made his way towards her, his arms outstretched Y/n avoided his grasp by pushing past him. He couldn't just walk out on her only to come back and expect her to run into his arms. She was stronger than that. She know knew that although she loves him it doesn't mean she needs him.

She took her seat in the chair across from where Shawn had previously been sitting at and allowed her eyes to scan through the menu in front of her in hopes to avoid Shawn's gaze as he sat back down in front of her. Suddenly she realised that she wasn't ready to face him. She was scared and nervous not to mention heartbroken and was hoping that none of it showed. She refused to let Shawn's know that when he left he took every part of her with him.

Shawn's fingers nervously tapped against the table as he waited for y/n's attention to fall on him. However being the stubborn person that she was y/n refused to look up to meet Shawn's gaze. He was the one that called her here so he should be the first to talk. Eventually the aching silence became too much for Shawn to bare causing him to clear his throat. y/n's attention slowly lifted from the menu that she was only pretending to read to meet Shawn's nervous expression. Seeing him look as nervous as she felt made her feel better, he felt bad, good!

However just as Shawn opened his mouth to speak a waitress came to take y/n's order cutting him off  completely. However Shawn was grateful for the interruption looking for any excuse possible to delay the conversation that they were destined to have.

Once the waitress had walked away leaving the pair alone one again Shawn inhaled deeply in hopes of calming the butterflies that were going insane inside him. Y/n was watching him expectantly, leaning back in her chair letting him know that she wasn't intimidated by him in the slightest way.

"I know you probably hate me." Shawn started causing y/n to scoff and roll her eyes as she folded her arms over her chest letting him know that she wasn't the slightest bit impressed by him first attempt.

"Probably?" She question him bitterly her eyes narrowing, noise scrunching up and her top lip curling into a sneer.

"I get it, I was a dick! But I only did it for you!" He defended his voice rising slightly in frustration. Shawn wondered why she couldn't see that she deserved so much better. They had a serious problem and the only way he could help y/n was by walking away.

"You did it for me?" Y/n sat up completely furious now. "How dare you turn this around and make it sound as if you are the saint, how do you think it felt to be working my butt off all day every day only to come back to an empty home. When are you going to understand that there are more important things in life than just money?" Y/n's shouting had cause the waitresses attention to fall on the pair curiously from behind the counter causing y/n to sheepishly sink down in her chair realising that she may have been a little too loud. Sure she was furious but the last thing she wanted was to cause a scene in public, even if the cafe was deserted.

" When are you going to realize that life is nothing without money?" he shot back. He was supposed to be taking care of her, he wanted nothing more than to give her everything she deserved but he couldn't do that so he figured it would be better to let her find someone who can.

"So I am nothing to you?" Y/n whispered in shock the lump in her throat growing bigger.

Shawn's eyes widened when he realized that y/n had taken what he had just said literally which was the last thing he wanted. She meant everything to him but she kept thinking with her heart over her head and it was going to get her into trouble sooner or later if he didn't step in.

"You know that's not true." Shawn admitted. Y/n looked down at her hands as she bit down hard on her bottom lip, she knew Shawn was right but that didn't change the fact that he was so willing to give up on her.

Taking in a deep breath y/n realized that there would be no right way or time to tell Shawn she was pregnant but she didn't want him coming back to her just because she was carrying his baby, she wanted him to want her with no exceptions, no faults, and no floors.

"Why did you call me here?" She finally asked the question that was driving her crazy. If Shawn didn't want her he wouldn't have asked her to meet him at a place that held sentimental value and then waited an hour for her to show up.

"Because..." He paused hesitant to say what he really wanted to say, which was also what y/n wanted to hear. "I love you." He went on causing all the tension y/n had been carrying over the past few weeks to disappear.

"Then stop being an idiot and come home!" She instructed leaving no room for debating. Shawn let out a heavy sigh as he leaned forward, hunching over the table as he comb his long fingers through his overgrown waves.

When Shawn opened his mouth to disagree with what y/n said she sent him a warning look letting him know not to even bother.

She had gotten the answer she wanted, Shawn does love her, she needed the reassurance and she had received it. Now she was free to drop the bombshell on him that she had been keeping from him.

"I'm pregnant." She blurted out not even bothering to sugar coat it. Something like this couldn't be sugar coated, he would either love it or hate it, take it or leave it.

Shawn's eyes widened in complete shock, clearly taken off of his guard by the news y/n had just dumped on him.

"How far?" Shawn finally spoke up his expression still wide eyed and more pale than usual.

"Six maybe seven weeks." Y/n shrugged, she didn't know the exact time but she had known she was pregnant within the first few weeks, she was sure. Shawn's eyes fell to y/'s stomach but nothing was showing thanks to the oversized sweater and the fact that she barely had time or money  to eat. The past few weeks had clearly taken their toll on her, anyone with eyes could have told you that.

"And your only telling me now?" Shawn grew angry causing y/n to glare at him.

"I'm sorry but you are the one that left without a single trace." she shot back sending him another one of her signature scowls.

After a long pause of Shawn staring down at the table between them as if the answer to all his problems was written across it and y/n watching him for any sign of what he was thinking she finally decided to speak up.

"I don't care what you do, you can come back or runaway from your problems but you need to know." She shrugged pulling the strap of her handbag over her shoulder as she left the money for her order on the table and got up. "You know where to find me." She finished before leaving the cafe. Although things hadn't gone the way she had expected she definitely felt a lot lighter, as if the weight of the world had been weighing down on her heart and now it had all been lifted. She had done what she could but she couldn't force Shawn to choose, only he could do that.

Just as she opened the door to her car to get in she heard her name being called by Shawn who was running after her causing a smile to form on her lips. She bit down on the inside of her lips hoping to hide it but it was no use.

"You're crazy if you think I would ever choose otherwise." He breathed out pulling her into his arms which she gladly fell into feeling at home once again in his grasp.

[softboywriting]

Gotta be quiet // Shawn Blurb

Shawn knows he shouldn’t hold your waist like he is. He shouldn’t touch your sides and tilt your chin up like he is. But he is. Shawn was the stable master’s son and you were the princess to the four kingdoms. He had no right to touch you the way he did, but you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t like it.

“Down you go,” Shawn says and puts his hands on your waist to help you down off of your new black horse your father got you for your birthday last month. It was only the fourth time you’d ridden him and you hadn’t even picked out a name for him yet. You just couldn’t decide. “Did you have a good ride?”

You nod, a blush tinting your cheeks. Shawn had ridden behind you, his hands on your hips the entire time, occasionally he would tilt your head up when you started looking down to see where his hands were. He insisted that the new horse was too unpredictable and he wanted to make sure you didn’t get bucked off. The ride had been smooth and it was just another day of you taking the horse around the corral to get him used to the way you rode. However, Shawn being behind you with his hands on you was very distracting from your usually relaxing ride. “It was great. I think he likes me.”

“Oh, he does,” Shawn smirks and you aren’t sure if he means the horse or himself because the way he’s smiling insinuates himself. “You should come by and see him everyday.”

“Should I?” you ask with a little smile and he nods. “Do you want to see me everyday boy?” you ask your horse, petting his nose and he just remains still. “Is that so?” you ask, acting as if the horse was telling you something. “Shawn likes me? He talks about me all the time?”

“P-Princess!” Shawn’s cheeks go pink and he pulls the horse's reins to lead him away.

“I was only teasing you Shawn! No need to get so embarrassed! I think you’re cute too!” you call after him but he doesn’t turn around. “Shawn, come back!” He stops and leads the horse into his stall. He turns to look at you and you smirk at him, “That’s an order, Shawn.”

Shawn locks the horse’s stall and comes back to you. He walks you back against the side of an empty stall next to the corral doors and pins you in. “You think I’m cute?” he asks and your heart races. This wasn’t like the usual quiet Shawn you knew. “You think it’s easy for me to see you everyday and be around you but know I can never have you?”

“Sh-shawn...” you mutter and he licks his lower lip. This was just how you dreamed of Shawn finally making a move on you.

“I see how you look at me. I’ve seen the way you ogle my ass when I’m washing the horses, the way you think I don’t see you watching me when I change into my riding clothes in an empty stall. I know you’ve seen it all. I know you want me.”

You’re bright red. You thought you had been clever, sneaking glances of him changing and hiding behind the trees around the corral when he washed the horses out in the field. You were so sure you had been discreet. Apparently not. “So what if I want you? You know it’s forbidden for the staff to have relations with the royal family.”

“I know. I just don’t fucking care,” he grins and presses his lips to yours. Your hands go to his back and he grabs your hips, pulling you against him, You open your mouth and he licks in hungrily. Your nails dig into his back and he bites your lip, causing you to yelp. His hand flies to your mouth and covers it. “Gotta be quiet, princess. Don’t want anyone to find out about us.” You nod and he moves his hand away. “It’s going to be hard, but I promise if you stay quiet I’ll give you everything you dream about at night.”

[lostincalum]

Shawn and a grand paino

AN: idk i forgot to edit a bit but yeah

Word count: approximately 1.3k words

TW: none 

Usually Shawn’s instrument of choice was guitar, and you had never seen him play anything else. But considering pianos often appeared on his songs, you should not have been as shocked as you were when you first went to his condo. It was perhaps the fourth or fifth date you had with him, when he decided he wanted to take you home.

“You know, I’m feeling a little nervous about this whole thing”

Shawn was possibly one of the strangest people you had ever met. One moment, he would be all cute and blushing, like now. Other times he was the cockiest little shit you had ever met, like when he was about to come with a good remark to your sarcasm. The response usually consisted of something of an innuendo, but you let it slide because you found them funny.

“Should have thought of it before inviting me in then”

Before you had the chance to look up at him, the lock gave after for the key. Shawn quickly grabbed you by the waist and your senses got invaded by his probably too expensive cologne. You made eye contact, before his dark eyes went to your neck. He kissed your shoulder once before leaving little, faint kisses up to your ear.

“Ha- ha- ha, just you wait. In no time, it’ll be you inviting me inn”

Your response was the desired one, as he pulled away from your attempt to kiss him, with that fucking smirk of his. It was going to be the end of you one day. He squeezed your waist, before opening the door completely. It led to a hallway, that was not all too long. A smell that was more of Shawn than anything else hit you. A shoe rack and coat hangers was fastened on the wall, you quickly stumbled out of his embrace to toe off your sneakers and placed them besides the shoe rack.

By now your curiosity had gotten the best of you. Taking the remaining steps into the living room. The polished state of his condo, seemed well, unfitting for a teenage boy, but you supposed it came from his constantly on the move job. White walls, with a big, comfy, white couch. The coffee table had a rustic vibe to it, while the kitchen seemed to go more for black vibe. A bit to the side of his coffee table and TV, stood a grand fucking piano. A sleek, black grand piano. With a goddamn view too.

“What do you think?”

Shawn had crept up silently behind you, and asked the question silently right above your right ear. There was something teasing about the way you could feel his presence behind you, without him quite touching you.

“It’s surprisingly human, not as messy as I expected though”

You turned and looked at him, his brown eyes seemed deep like the ocean. If you stared longer you were afraid of drowning in them.

“Also, did not expect a grand piano.”

Then the jovial, ever present smile of his made an appearance. Showing off his Hollywood- white teeth and the dimples that made your heart melt.

“Why not a piano? I’d like to think I’m a good pianist”

“I don’t know, you’re just such a guitar guy it’s ridiculous.”

Grabbing hold of his hand, you start pulling him towards the attention craving piano. You sit down on the bench alongside Shawn. Crossing your legs so your right one is resting on his left thigh, you turn to look at him expectantly.

“Play me something, please?”

Without questioning him, you watch his veiny hands as he puts them delicately over the ivory and pitch- black keys. With certain fingers, he plays a familiar tune that you could not quite place. It starts off on the higher notes, a simple arrangement, before growing more complicated. When your brows furrow in attempt to remember he gives you a quick smile.

“Oh my god”

The realisation runs through you, before you smack his arm.

“What?”

He asks with see through incredulous voice. His eyes are crinkling in the corners, he is obviously trying to contain his laughter.

“You did not play the song from Twilight on me”

Now his façade is long gone. His laughter is filing the space of the living room, and you sit there with a disbelieving look on your face. But one look at Shawn’s pure happiness make you crack a smile.

“You’re such a dick”

The whisper is distant, but still there, You cannot help but be entranced by his smile and the laughter that keeps falling from his lips.

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You wake up early in the morning, Shawn’s arm is slung around your waist and his chest close to your back. Carefully sliding from out of his embrace, you pull the sleeves of his Henley that you wear, over your hands. Taking a look around the bedroom, you find a pair of grey sweatpants hanging from a chair. You pull them up your legs and start wondering out of the room.

The condo is basically an open space and everything seems to have a purpose. The walls in the hallway leading from the bedroom is covered in pictures with family and friends. Such a stark contrast from your own tiny apartment.

Sitting down on the bench in front of the grand piano, you hesitantly place your fingers on the keys, much like Shawn had done the night before. The notes first came slow, sounding fragile. Very unpractised if you would say so yourself. Then they sounded steadier, still playing carefully, your fingers familiarizing themselves with the keys again.

You started singing along softly when you felt surer on your hands.

“You could still be what you want to, what you said you were, when I met you.”

You had not intended to wake Shawn up, but suddenly he sat down beside you, without a word. And, while you stuttered a bit while paying, you got a sudden burst in confidence and continued on.

“You’ve got a warm heart, you’ve got a beautiful mind, but it’s disintegrating-“

It had been a long time since the last time you played, much less sung. But you felt secure in the apartment strangely enough. The feeling just intensified with Shawn around.

“- from all the medicine”

playing the piano was like waking up from a dream, being able to feel again, without actually having to deal with the feelings right away. It had been too long. Losing yourself to the last couple of notes, you finished up up carefully letting the last note ring out in the condo.

“I didn’t know you played”

The curiosity in his voice obvious.

“It’s been a while”

You put your fingers in your lap and started fiddling with them. Now that the rush of playing piano had settled, you suddenly felt very vulnerable.

“I really liked it though both your voice and the playing.”

Taking a look up at him, you got a little lost in sincerity of his eyes.

“Especially the soreness of your voice”

This made you blush, just thinking back on the night before and all the dirty things you did in the safety of the night. In the safety that Shawn brought.

“C’mon, let’s go make some breakfast. I’m starving.”

His voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you took a moment to actually look at him. Apparently, he had found another pair of sweatpants, and when he stretched you caught sight of a purple bruise on his hipbone before it disappeared behind his white T- shirt. A hickey.

“Okay, I make some killer pancakes if you’re up for it”

[pinkanddepressed]

Whenever Shawn does radio interviews like the one this morning I can't help it but think about being his girl and going with him and being the supportive girlfriend or just taking the week off and going to New York with him and ugh

I think she wouldn’t go with him just because she doesn’t want to distract him and maybe doesn’t want fans crowding her because she’s just a regular girl ya know lol but she would go to nyc with him and wake up with him and hep him get ready and maybe order tea for him for room service while he’s in the shower and making him at least eat a piece of toast so he doesn’t have a empty stomach