#shawn mendes fluffy imagines

[mendesblurb]

Please can I request a fluffy imagine with Shawnn!? Where reader give him some sort of goodluck kiss before the tour show starts?

Goodluck Kiss

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~310

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

Note: His performance with Ed took me by surprise honestly, hope you guys love this surprise little blurb from me too 🤪

It was the first show back after almost a year and half of no shows, and Shawn was standing backstage in the venue, feeling nauseous and jittery. He always felt this anxious; he hated the nervousness that comes with it.

However, how all the fear would disappear immediately as soon as he entered the stage and sang the first song was still a mystery to him.

“Shawn!” A voice called out, drawing his thought away from him.

“Baby, what are you doing here?”

“My boyfriend is about to perform on his first show after the break, am I allowed to support him?”

Hearing how casually you called him your boyfriend always brought a slight blush to his face, but he always blamed it on the pre-show nervous energy.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m so nervous; it feels like I will throw up at least once. God, I hope I don’t do that.”

“I hope you don’t do that too,” You chuckle while pushing his curls to the side and planting a soft kiss,“You’ll be fine, I promise. I do not doubt that you will do your best to make it a memorable show as always. Ed will love performing with you too.”

Then there was an announcement to make his way into the designated area.

"30 SECONDS PEOPLE," a crew member shouted.

His nerves then got the better of him again, but you kept him grounded, giving his hands a firm squeeze,”They're waiting for you. It’s going to be a fantastic show, babe. You got this!”

Shawn takes a deep breath, calming his nerves, “I’ll do my best!” His voice is a little shaky but manageable.

"And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.. Go, Shawn," the stage director called as he made his way to the stage.

But then, just as he was walking, you called him out, quickly grabbing him by the arm,” I almost forgot,” You whispered, placing a light kiss on his lips,” For good luck.”

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Story Code:19062344

[shawninlove]

Spotify fest

Hello! My name is Ria and I’m new here! I’m just a teen who loved that Canadian baby very much! I own a side blog of harry styles @kissme-hs. I hope you enjoy my writings :)

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The warm wind of LA hit your face messing your hair up in a mess as you tried to untangle them. Running your fingers through your hair you found yourself struggling to control the continuos mess of your tangled hair. A groan left past your lip as you gave up fighting with your hair and pulled the hair tie from your fist tying your hair up in a messy bun.

Just like Shawn liked.

The thought of him performing on the stage holding such passion in his eyes made your cringe with happiness and love you had for him. The calming deep voice of his never failed to give you chills, and the privilege of calling him yours made you pinch yourself to check whether you were dreaming on not.

He was one of a kind, one in a million. The pride and confident self of him was the thing that made the ground sweep beneath your feet. Or maybe it was the way his cheeks tinted to the deep shade of crimson red whenever he blushes. Or maybe it was his hair that amuses you how fluffiness they held.

“Hi baby. What’re you thinking?” Hua deep voice shook you out of your dream bubble as you felt him wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder pressing a long warming kiss to your cheek, turning your head around you pressed your lips to his pink plump ones making him hold your chin.

The little make out session in middle of the Spotify fest didn’t last longer when loud shrieks of girls made you both break off the delicious kiss. Shawn whined with the loss of contact of your lips and turned his head to the group of girls who were starstruck of course.

“Go honey” you whispered pressing a chaste kiss to his chin making him smile. His toothy grin fluttered your heart and so does the kiss her have to your forehead. Wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling a bit selfish for wanting him all to yourself you hide your face in his chest, inhaling the fragrance of him. Home, he smelled like home.

“I love you baby”

He chuckled kissing your nose before pulling away your heat radiating hug.

“I love you too my love. Now go” you giggled as he mouthed ‘i love you’ once again before running to the group of girls waiting for him.

[randxmthxughts]

Still a traitor (Royal!Shawn Mendes x Journalist!Y/N)

a/n: okay, i haven't been writing in a while..well, a few years, actually, lol. but I'm still playing choices games, and recently I have been replaying the Very Scandalous Proposal and have been inspired to adapt the story to Shawn

summary: You're a journalist from a common family, Shawn is a royalty used to media attention. Having no interest in his public image, you become his only breath of fresh air. Balancing the scandals surrounding your union, it's the two of you against the world. But what happens when a dark royal secret gets leaked to the press? Can Shawn trust his journalist girlfriend?

chapter teaser:

"You're a mess! Look at you!" he yelled, looking at you with a hint of disgust.

Your heart sank into your stomach. You have never seen him look at you that way. At others, sure. It happened during various events when he would get asked horrendous questions; when you would leave your hotel and were faced with a dozen paparazzi yelling out whatever they could to capture his attention; when he would suddenly go quiet, scrolling through his socials and read the comments from strangers.

But you have never thought that his disgust would ever be directed towards you, and it fucking hurt.

"Shawn, please! Let me explain," tears started rolling down your cheeks but it was too late.

He turned his back on you and walked out of the room. You ran after him, in a blur, and tried reaching for his arm, and his legs, attempting to stop him from walking. Begging him to give you a minute to breathe and explain, but he stormed off with such ease...as if cutting you off was just as quick and fast as closing a door.

Finally, given up, you returned back to your bedroom. The laptop was still lying on the bed with the article plastered on the screen. It seemed like the headline was screaming at you from all the other side of the room: "Shawn Mendes's New Girlfriend Leaks Private Family Drama!"

[violetsandfluff]

You could tell from how he was staring at you just what he wanted. So you took extra care to put on as much plumping lipgloss as possible.

“Baby?” Shawn whined, feeling himself grow hornier by the second. “I want some too!”

“Okay,” you grinned. How surprised he would be. “Pucker up, buttercup. Or should I say kinky, needy little baby?”

“Hey!”

You began smearing lipgloss all over Shawn’s pink lips and his eyes widened and began watering. “What the fu…”

“Need to get it off?” you smirked. You had purposely chosen your spiciest lipgloss. And it was cinnamon flavored.

He nodded and immediately smashed his lips against yours. You wasted no time licking it all off of his lips, loving how it felt on your tongue. Your lips traveled down to his neck and you bit it.

He moaned in pleasure and that got you going more. Your lips bit his jaw and he pulled his head back, only to dive at you and yank off your underwear.

He began eating you out, rubbing all of his lipgloss off on your sensitive pussy.

Bro please this has been queued ferEVERR and then I had to post it.

[authorforrosie]

Book: Jisoo Imagines.

Title: There’s Nothing holding me back. [Jisoo falls in love with you.]

Paring: Jisoo|You. [GxG]

Warning: None

Words: 1055

Disclaimer: The imagine is inspired by there's nothing holding me back from Shawn Mendes. But it has nothing to do with it.

Feedback through comments,like and reblog would be very appreciated. Because it can help me with my writing progress.

Jisoo Kim who was a twenty-seven years old CEO wasn't always so relaxing about life especially not since her parents pressured her into becoming a CEO from their most famous successful beauty brand. Jisoo never remembered a time when she had fun into her life since she has been surrounded by books to study all the time with only six-years old. Her father told her already from when she was a baby that you only can be successful if you keep on working for important careers.

She never got to the allowance to roaming around in her life to see other side's from life especially the amusement of it. There hasn't gone by a day when she hasn't wished to be able to feel free and to roaming her life. She wanted to experience each way of life every side of it that she hasn't been able to see yet.

Her best friends Jennie Kim and Lisa Manoban came into her life when she was seventeen years old since both had studied for becoming CEO'S. Their family's always has been creating the best of fashion clothes so it wasn't a surprise that singer-model Rosé became a ambassador for all the three brands. They felt her pain of not being able to experience every side of life. Sometimes the friends studied together each night.

Until she met you a twenty-five years old singer into a bar singing your heart out. Who had a passion for singing so it never has been a surprise that you became a singer for your own career. You both knew each other's names even had crush on each other the only funny thing was that you both didn't expect each other to met and you never could have imagined that your crush would sit in a bar listening to you singing your heart out with the self-written lyrics. You both had a conversation all night about your passions even hobbies you flirted with each other which ended up with exchanging phone numbers.

On one night at 3am Jisoo sat besides you on your black blanket covered couch the rain could be heard outside which was very calming and made the whole situation even more romantic than it has been before.

Jisoo glanced into your eyes when you caressed her cheeks she didn't say anything because she didn't know what to say especially since she has been falling so in love with you. She falls in love with you each time more that you both hang out together. Jisoo loved how you held her hand or kissed her forehead during bing watching a K-Drama. The list could go on about the things she loved about you and that made her fall in love with you.

She knew that the fame you both have could something be almost too much mostly with the paparazzi's following you both everywhere which could bring her much annoyance since she always has been wanting to have you to herself privacy without having to think about the consequences for her beauty brand company.

That's exactly why she cherished this moment more than anything in life she hopes that she could be marrying you someday no matter where because everywhere where you are is home for her.

„Hi Jisoo let's go outside since it's raining I know you haven't experienced dancing in rain so let's do it." State You with happiness in your voice.

„YES PLEASE...!" Yelled Jisoo with excitement in her voice. Her brown eyes sparkled with happiness a smile tug on her lips. She were so lucky to have you by her side she couldn't be more grateful.

„C'mon cutie let's go..." ordered you with amusement in your voice. A smile tug on your lips when you saw her moving her fists in the air with an excited expression on her face.

You both went dressed into warm clothes before walking outside with you kissing her forehead in comfort then you took her hand dancing into the rain. Neither of you cared about the fact that your clothes would be getting wet and that you both could get sick because you wanted her to experience every side of her life with you by her side. You both have been dancing into the rain keeping eye contact the whole time you loved seeing her brown eyes sparkling in happiness. You knew you never wanted to see something else besides Jisoo and her brown eyes.

„You know that I love you Jisoo Kim I have to confess that I am so in love with you because I have fallen in love with you for a very long time. You have been showing me lately that I only wanna experience life together with you the love of my life." Confessed you with hope in your voice.

A smile tug on her lips when you confessed towards her Jisoo always had a crush on you by now you are the love of her life and she would be lying if she would say that she doesn't wanna experience life with you. Because she couldn't imagine experience life without you anymore. Butterflies could be felt in her stomach the smell of air has been smelling like heaven.

„I have fallen for you even more I am so in love you that I definitely wanna experience life with you only. You are the love of my life and you deserve the whole world." State Jisoo with happiness in her voice. You both glance to each other the world around them went in slow motion. It has been just you and her for you both.

„There’s nothing holding me back baby when I am with you I feel so free and happy whenever I am with you because I care about you more than you think.” Whispered Jisoo with happiness.

Jisoo loved how you are mostly careless when she can be herself around you without having to pretend to be someone else. Someone that isn’t her and will never be her. Jisoo loves how there’s nothing holding you back. When she’s with you how you take her hand to dance with her in public whenever it’s nighttime.

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Tarzan- Shawn Mendes

A/n- Okay I just have to say somethings, I am literally am in love with Tarzan. He is so stinken cute and he’s getting so big. Who else loved Shawn’s long hair, he can look so good with any hair style. Be prepared for a cute surprise at the end. Sorry for the rant, but on with the imagine. 

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was scrolling through my phone when I came across Shawn’s post. The post was of him holding a little puppy, which confused me because he told me he was allergic to them. I liked the picture and then commented on it. I then immediately went and pushed on his contact on my phone. I heard it ringing and then the ringing stopped.

“ Hey bestie!”

I heard him give a little laugh “ Hi Y/n/n.”

“ When were you going to tell me you got a puppy?” I whined

“ I was going to tell you, but it slipped my mind.” he stated

I rolled my eyes, “ Shawnnnnn!”

He let out a chuckle. “ Yes, Y/n/n.”

“ Can I meet him please?” I asked

“ Of course, you can.”

“ Yay! See you soon.” I said before hanging up

I quickly throw my phone next to me and head to grab a change of clothes. I wanted to change into a skater dress that was y/f/c with some spandex shorts underneath it. I tied some black high top converses. After everything was done, I made my way to go speed to Shawn’s apartment.

Shawn’s POV

Before I could say anything else to Y/n she hung up the phone. I let out a slight groan which got Camila’s attention.

“ You okay Shawn?’ She questioned

“ Yea, sorry Mila.”

She walked up to where I was sitting and sat down near the end of the seat.

“ What’s up?” she asked

I smiled at her and leaned forward to grab her hand.

“ Nothing, it's just Y/n/n’s coming over.”

She let out a laugh “ Did she hang up on you before you could give her an answer.”

I nodded my head which made her laugh even more.

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I heard a knock on the door then Tarzan started barking. I carefully picked up the fur ball and went to grab the door.

Your POV

The first thing I saw when the door opened was Shawn holding the little fur ball. I then looked up at Shawn and smiled at him.

“ Hi Y/n/n.” he said while letting me in

“ Hi!” I shouted

He let out a chuckle. I saw Tarzan start wiggling around in Shawn’s arms. Shawn kept him from trying to get out by holding him still. I let out a sigh.

“ Shawn just put him down.”

He rolled his eyes in response, but did it anyway. Tarzan ran up to me and started jumping all over my legs so I sat on the floor with my legs spread out a little.

Shawn’s POV

I watched Tarzan run all around Y/n before settling down and laid in-between her legs. Before I could sit down I saw Camila come over to me.

“ Hey.” I whispered

She smiled and gave me a quick kiss before saying...

“ I’m going to head to the studio real fast.”

I nodded and wished her good luck. When the door closed I saw both Tarzan and Y/n’s head pop up. Tarzan then started whining, but Y/n started calming him down. I smiled at the thought of her being able to keep him calm.

“ Where Camila...” I interrupted her

“ She went to the studio.”

Y/n/n nodded before going back to Tarzan.

“ Hey Shawn.” I heard

“ Yes.” I questioned her while sitting in front of her.

“ Can I steal him? He's just so cute.” She asked

I let out a chuckle. “ Well you can’t steal him from me. But you can hang with him here.”

“ But Shawn...” She pouted

“ But what...” I copied her

She let out a giggle. “ He’s so cute though. I just want to take him home.”

Your POV

I was messing with Tarzan while sitting watching Shawn’s face. I giggled again...

“ Shawn!” I yelled

“ What?!” he said

“ Nothing.” I stated

I saw Shawn with a hint of evil form in his eyes, which made me grab Tarzan and run to hide. I found a group of bushes so I quietly sat there with Tarzan on my lap.

“ You can’t hide from me Y/n/n!” he yelled

Shawn’s POV

I looked all over the place until I heard Tarzan give out bark and someone trying to quiet him down. I walked up to her and said...

“ Found you!”

She pouted before getting up. She looked me in the eyes and asked...

“ Can we go watch a movie?”

I nodded my head, so we both made our way back into the house to the living room. When we got there Y/n/n sat down with Tarzan while I grabbed the remote.

“ What do you want to watch?”

She shrugged, so I just chose a random movie before sitting next to her.

Camila’s POV

I got home from the studio to see not many lights on in the house. I walked into the house to find Shawn on his phone with a sleepy Y/n and Tarzan next to him. I carefully headed over to him.

“ Hi.” he whispered

“ Hi.” I whispered back

We both then got up to sleep in our room, but before we did that Shawn laid a blanket over Y/n/n. He tried not to wrap it around Tarzan. After that was done we headed off to bed for the night.

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Enjoy guys!!!

[bubbashawn]

Vanity Fair

author: I couldn’t help myself. If that video didn’t mess with your head, I’m not sure what will. Plus I wanted to give y’all the fluffiest fic so here’s this cutie. Hope you like it.

synopsis: Shawn meets the girl of his dreams and can’t keep his eyes off of you and the fans have it all on video

warnings: it’s just 2.6k of pure fluff. No fights and there might be one or two baby swears here and there. There’s mentions of anxiety and y/n is famous. Enjoy <3

Shawn shouldn’t be staring at you.

Andrew would be on his back later for not taking advantage of the carpet. Smile at the paps and share a laugh with a couple of interviewers. There was nothing to it. But he couldn’t stop staring.

He knew who you were, hell he had stalked your Instagram on more than one occasion. He knew you’d be here too. You’d taken Hollywood by surprise popping up out of nowhere. So, of course you were at the Vanity Fair Oscar party. Everyone was.

He wished his stylist, Tiffany, had taken a risk that evening when choosing his suit so he could walk up to your dazzling form and look good standing near you.

He stayed where he was and just glanced back at you, that was good enough.

You were a nervous wreck but you hid it well. Here you were with names you grew up with when not even 6 months ago you were at your dorm room watching them on your tv. Now a college dropout and walking on the red carpet for an Oscar party, everything felt surreal.

You looked the part in your champagne colored silk dress. Your skin was airbrushed hiding every imperfection except that aggravating mole below the arch of your right eyebrow. You looked perfect but that didn’t mean you felt it. Your nerves had been pushed to the max and you had lashed out more than you’d ever like to admit. You weren’t ready for this lifestyle, you hadn’t grown up with eyes on you, you weren’t even popular in High School.

Everything had been a blur since you stepped out of your car, the flashes and yelling made you wince already feeling a headache. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know how to handle any of this.

You were paying so close attention to your heel-clad feet you didn’t notice the tall singer watching you several feet ahead. And though you didn’t, the fans did. Shawn suspected to see about 10 different videos of his head turning back to glance at your figure again and again surface by morning.

One interviewer, a woman from ENews asking about his love life, had to nudge him so he’d answer her question. He didn’t know the answer.

“So,” the interviewer interrupted his thoughts, “you’ve been spotted around Toronto recently with a girl on your arm. Want to tell us about that?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Hailey Baldwin and you, any comments?”

“We’re going to attend the Met Gala together in May, so just building up our friendship.”

“And that’s all it is?” The interviewer was smiling and speaking with a coy tone, “just a friendship?”

“Yes,” he hated this topic, “thank you.”

He walked away before the lady could open her mouth. He was being rude but Shawn didn’t care. He didn’t want to talk to anyone except maybe you. That wouldn’t happen, he was sure, but that’s all he wanted.

You swore to yourself as you lightly stumbled away from your own first interview and tried to quickly yet confidently escape into the party. Barely lasting 2 minutes in the eyes of the public before your breath was trembling like your rapid heartbeat. You couldn’t handle even sending a half-ass smile to one photographer. You wanted to go home and curl into your couch with popcorn and caramel dip. You wanted to leave. You saw your manager waving you along towards a lady with a microphone and you were out of luck. You couldn’t walk away, you just had to get through this interview and then you could be done.

That’s what you told yourself.

Shawn was glad to be watching you closely in that moment. He saw the terror grace your soft features as the ENews lady beckoned her along, dying for a word in with the rising star. He knew he’d make a fool of himself but he was fine with that, as long as you were happy to escape with him.

He pushed towards you. His hand lightly brushing your wrist to pull your eyes to his for the first time that night. Shawn couldn’t help the smile that pressed into his cheeks.

“Hey,” you stood shell shocked, “I’m Shawn.”

His voice came out choked and he cursed himself. Finally having your attention and he couldn’t even speak properly.

Shawn’s voice came out like honey and you melted under his hazel eyes. He was by far the most handsome man to ever grace your life with his presence. Zooming in on your phone screen hadn’t given his dimple and cheek scar the justice it deserved. He was stunning.

“H-hi, um I’m-”

“Y/N. I know.”

Shawn cringed at the way he cut you off and basically expressed his obsession right to your face. He was so stupid for thinking he could ever carry a conversation with you.

You gasped so loud it was almost embarrassing but it didn’t matter because he knew you. Shawn Mendes knew you. You could feel your heart pound and blood pulsing through your neck straight to your burning cheeks. You were sure your cheeks were bright red and you dropped your head to hide them.

He watched the tendrils of hair cover your flushed cheeks. He had made you blush and his grin widened with pride. Maybe this wasn’t going so bad.

“I saw you being dragged towards your next interview and had to cut in.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, trust me you don’t want to go to that interview.”

“Can’t get much worse…”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, um,” you were crumbling into yourself. Of course you were silly enough to let it slip to the Shawn Mendes that you were a mess. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself, “it’s nothing.”

You were shying away from him and he wasn’t sure how to pull you back into reality with him. He didn’t know when he messed up but he wanted you to tell him everything.

“Wait,” his hand was hovering over your waist, letting you choose whether or not to indulge his impending question, “tell me what’s going on, eh?”

You cursed his Canadian ways. Shawn was so polite and wanted you to rely on him. You wanted to too, so bad especially with the way he kept his eyes on you.

“I’m not good at this, I don’t know what I’m doing and it’s all just overwhelming. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. God, sorry you have to deal with this.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” he smiled when your hand began to fidget with the lapel of his jacket, “I’m glad I’m here. With you.”

He couldn’t believe this was happening. His hand had finally rested on your exposed waist once your hands took purchase against his chest. You had the most genuine smile adorning your face, probably the happiest one he’d seen since you arrived minutes ago. He leaned down closer cupping your cheek in his palm keeping your eyes away from the intruding cameras.

“It’s just you and me, yeah?” He smiled softly, “nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll stick by your side as long as you need me, eh?”

You wanted him by your side forever.

He wanted to be by your side for as long as you’d let him be.

“Alright Y/N, your move.”

His eyes were beckoning you into his warm embrace so you did just that. Hands curling around the small of his back. Shawn quickly latched his own around your shoulders, his bicep blocking your face from view like his hand once did.

“Please just stay with me for the rest of the night?”

You were shy in contrast to your bold move of embracing him. He didn’t seem to mind the change in your demeanor.

“I’m right here, baby, right here,” he tensed regretting his pet name, he started pulling away, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said th-”

You just hung to him tighter your anxiety setting in as he tried to separate his warm body from your shaking one.

“Stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Shawn was broken away from his dazed state when his manager, Andrew, tapped his shoulder.

“Hey man, let's get you two inside, yeah?”

Andrew didn’t ask questions and Shawn had never been more thankful for the older man. His head dropped from above yours so his lips could graze your cartilage piercing.

“Baby, I’m gonna bring you inside, okay?” He didn’t dare move from your grasp until your head nodded against his clavicle, “alright, honey I’m right here.”

Shawn and you stopped to pose together and ignored the shouts of rumors about your relationship with the man beside you. You continued the steady crawl along the carpet until Shawn was opening the door for you and finally getting you out of the spotlight.

He didn’t think twice before latching onto your frame.

“Honey, you did so well.”

“I could not have done that without you.”

“I wasn’t gonna let you either way.”

Shawn had stuck to his word not once leaving your side throughout the entire party. He took you with him to grab a drink and held your back tightly to his chest as he conversed with all the A-listers. All eyes were on the two of you and you didn’t mind for once.

“Baby, you alright?” He had leaned down and whispered at some point amidst the chatter.

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay. Just a little longer, yeah?”

He was right. Not even an hour later Shawn was quickly pulling you out of the party and towards the line of cars. Paps had you surrounded but your head just stayed pressed between his shoulder blades until he was slipping into the car after you.

“Hey, you okay?” He had asked that a lot throughout the night, “honey?”

You were basically half asleep on his shoulders and it wasn’t surprising. Your anxiety had always made you sleepy and Shawn’s welcoming scent didn’t hurt. You just wanted to cuddle into his chest. His arms would wrap around you and you would feel safe just like he had made you feel on the carpet.

“Do you want me to take you back to your apartment?” He didn’t want to.

“Can I stay with you?”

His heart fucking leaped out of his chest and a bright smile bloomed on his lips. He was so happy. It wasn’t that you just needed someone. Maybe you needed him.

“Yeah,” he glanced up towards Jake, his security guard, “can you get us back to the hotel?”

“For sure and I’ll be sure to take it slow, don’t want to startle her.”

“Thanks, man.”

Jake was true to his word, not letting the car hit any bumps that might jostle your position in Shawn’s arms. The normally 3 minute drive from the Wallis Annenberg Center to the hotel took 5, but Shawn didn’t mind. Soon enough the car slowed to a stop and he had to begrudgingly move you out of his arms to stand up in the parking garage.

“Baby,” you groaned as the bright lights washed over the car, “I know, I know. C’mon you can curl up once we’re upstairs, yeah?”

Shawn guided you along and ignored the looks as he pressed the up button by the elevator. You two were a sight to see. Your formal wear sticking out like a sore thumb among the city's tourists.

He hurried you into the mirror-walled elevator and held you to his chest as the contraption travelled up all 12 stories of the Waldorf Astoria: Beverly Hills hotel. He whispered sweet nothings that left you giggling as you went to his front door. Shawn swiped his keycard before letting you into the suite.

“Y/N? Honey? Can I get you anything? Water or maybe some tea?” You just shook your head, too absorbed in the stunning view of Los Angeles.

Shawn couldn’t believe he had only met you hours earlier seeing that he was completely wrapped around your dainty finger. He just admired you from a distance. Taking in the bareback silk dress that had caught his eye the moment your heel touched the ground at that party. He pushed himself off the wall he had leaned against before shuffling his shoeless feet towards you. His hands found your waist and you were pressed to his chest again. His nose dipped into your hair and lips kissed behind your ear next to your cartilage piercing, something you figured he liked based on the attention it received throughout the evening.

“Are you still tired?” He knew you were but wanted to let you have control to ease your anxiety all the more.

“Yeah.”

“C’mon then, let’s get some sleep.”

Shawn guided you down the hall and through the bedroom heading toward the ajar door to the bathroom suite. You were confused and let out a squeal as he lifted you but let him place you gently on the counter. He shuffled through his ziploc bag with toiletries until he pulled out a face wash with a proud smile. Shawn pumped the cleanser onto his hands before lightly scrubbing the products from your face. He didn’t stop until he was satisfied every piece of dirt was wiped from your face as he used a wet washcloth.

You looked so pretty like this.

He held your face in his hands and lightly kissed that stupid mole below your brow. He just held you to his lips until his hands took purchase in your hair. Shawn watched the elegant hairstyle be pulled apart as he removed each bobby-pin.

You looked gorgeous like this.

He lifted you again until your feet were on the tile between his own. He guided you to sit on the bed murmuring something about staying awake a little longer but you weren’t paying attention. Your eyes were practically glazed over with happiness. The way Shawn took care of you was unlike anything else.

He quickly rifled through his suitcase cursing his messy tendencies until he came across a worn thrifted Queen shirt. He looked back to see you staring at him with a look of pure adoration and he wondered how your eyes would shift if they held love instead. Shawn broke his line of thought and placed the shirt in your hand.

“Honey, I’m going to change in the bathroom while you change here, alright?”

You nodded through your yawn.

The boy returned to the bedroom, not before knocking to check you were clothed, and stepped up to the bed. He laid out on the comforter before making grabby hands at your figure staring down at him.

“C’mere baby,” he folded you into his arms, “is this okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.”

“Do you, um do you need anything else?”

Your head shook against his chest and you moved closer letting your nose and lips brush his neck.

“You’ll tell me if you need something, yeah?” He barely whispered against your skin.

“Bubba, everything is perfect.”

He smiled at the pet name and squeezed your hip. Happiness was basically emitting in waves from his body.

“There is one thing…”

He almost missed the mumble against his neck.

“Baby?”

“Wake up with me?”

“Hey,” Shawn kissed your temple, “I’d love nothing more.”

Your face shifted and he nearly whimpered when your lips pulled away from his neck, missing your warmth. He watched you quietly, waiting patiently.

His lips were softer against your own than you had expected. Shawn had his lips everywhere all night but nothing prepared you for the feeling of yourself pressed to him. He was shocked and almost let you pull away before crashing his lips to yours in a blistering kiss. Your eyes locked with his until he pulled you back into his neck.

“Bubba?”

“Mmm.” He hummed with closed eyes and a bright smile.

“Your move.”

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[easy-p-lemon]

Water Bug (blurb)

summary: Anon asked “Heyy could you write a Dad!shawn of him helping teach his son how to swim and comforting him when he gets nervous?”

A/N: I made it his daughter because I really like the Josephine character I’ve created and thought this would fit (you can read more with Josephine Mendes on my masterlist!)

“Daddy I changed my mind,” Josie said, eyeing the swimming pool with distrust.

Shawn had decided that today would be a good day to teach your four year old daughter how to swim. You had a pool in your backyard and since she was a baby Josie loved going in the water and clinging to you or Shawn while she splashed around. Yesterday, Shawn went out to buy the floaties she can put on her arms instead of the one she’d been wearing across her chest and figured that now would be a good time as ever to get her used to swimming on her own.

And Josie had been all excited to for her daddy to show her how to “swim like a big girl!” until she stood at the pool stairs and Shawn waited for her in the water.

“What do you mean love bug? You were so excited to swim inside?”

“Well,” Josie looked at her dad and then back to the water, raising her eyebrows. “Maybe you can just hold me? I don’t really want to swim anymore. I’m ok with being little.”

Shawn smiled and waded over to wear she was standing. “How about I hold you for a little bit and then you swim a little? I think you’ll really like swimming you little water bug.”

Josie giggle and reached out her arms, letting her dad take her into the middle of the water. “Daddy! I’m not a water bug!”

Shawn bent his knees so she was lower in the pool and let out an exaggerated sigh, always pulling out all the dramatics for to make her laugh.

“Well if you put a little love bug in the pool, what does she become?” He gave her a sassy look, “A water bug!”

Josie laughed and leaned back, flopping her arms out to the side so her hands dipped into the water. “But I don’t want to bug! I want to be girl!”

Shawn thought about this before raising his eyebrows. “What if you’re a girl water bug?”

Josie sat up and wrapped her arms around Shawn’s neck, nodding a little. “Ok, that works I guess.”

Shawn nodded back and turned to face you where you had been lounging by the pool, watching your husband being an absolute goof with your daughter and loving every second of it. “Did you hear that babe? Josephine agreed that she’s a water bug.”

“Girl water bug!” Josie corrected.

You laughed and nodded along, trying to seem serious (and failing). “Oh yes. You definitely look like a girl water bug to me.”

“But don’t you think a girl water bug should be able to swim? Like a big girl?” Shawn asked, looking at you.

“Oh yes,” you agreed “Or at least try and swim, even if she doesn't like it.”

Shawn looked back to the girl in his arms, “You ready to give it a try my little girl water bug?”

Josie tightened her arms and legs around Shawn, scared at the idea of being in the middle of the pool on her own.

“Daddy, I don’t want to be a girl water bug anymore.” she said, her head hiding in Shawn’s neck.

Shawn rubbed his hand up and down her back in soothing stokes, rocking side to side in the water to help calm her down.

“Why not baby?”

“I’m scared.”

Shawn leaned his head back so he could see her face. “Scared?” He repeated, eyebrows scrunched together, “Of the water?”

“Uh huh.”

“Honey,” he cooed, relaxing his face and giving her a big smile, “You don’t have to be scared. I’m right here, and I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.”

Josie looked torn. On the one hand, she knew her daddy could scare away the monsters under her bed and always kept his promises, but on the other hand she was really scared of the water. Shawn could see that she didn’t totally believe him so he shifted her to one arm and brought his free arm up so that he could flex it for her.

“Josie look at how strong I am! The water won’t hurt you while I’m around.”

She looked at his arm and then back at his face. “Promise?”

He smiled and gave her kiss on each of her cheeks. “I promise. And once you start swimming you won’t even need me. You’ll be strong enough to fight off the water yourself.”

Josie thought about it just a few seconds more before she nodded and gave Shawn a kiss on his cheek too. “Ok. I’m ready to be a girl water bug!”

And after that, Josie couldn't get enough of swimming. Her and Shawn spent hours giggling in the pool and swimming around and when they finally got out of the water, Shawn wrapped her up in a towel, her little eyes dropping.

“So what did you think of swimming love bug?”

Josie closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, giving him a big, tired smile. “It was so fun daddy. Thanks for protecting me from the water.”

He hugged her closer and pressed a long kiss to the top of her head. “Always bug. I’ll always protect you. I promise.”

A/N: I’d love to hear what you think - praise, criticism or otherwise! My requests are open! xoxo

[fallinallincurls]

Don’t Fight With Me

some very light angst with fluff wow?? wrote this one awhile ago too but still really love it! enjoy some squish from our favorite boy

word count: 3.3k+

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You wanted nothing to do with him at the moment and Shawn hated when you didn't talk to him. Just the way you pursed your lips without saying a single word and ignored his presence as if he was invisible, pushed him over the edge.

In your mind though, he deserved the silent treatment following the small fight you had earlier in the day.

It had all started this morning at a photoshoot he had for Armani. Shawn asked you to tag along like always, claiming that having you there made the long hours in front of the camera more bearable. So after breakfast, you both got dressed and headed over.

The moment you arrived, Tiff greeted you both with big hugs. After telling you how excited she was to have you on set, she quickly gave Shawn the run down and hurried him off to the dressing room to put on his first outfit. Disappearing with him, you were left with Connor, who even though wasn't the photographer for the shoot today but still wanted to capture some behind the scenes film, had his camera in hand like always.

The conversation flowed easily and in a few minutes, Connor had you laughing over a story he was telling you about Shawn and Brian. The crew had become like a second family to you and you couldn't be anymore thankful for all of them.

"How's school?" Connor asked nonchalantly but genuinely curious about how your classes were going. As a fellow college student, Connor was the only one out of everyone who was on Shawn's team who truly understood how difficult it could be to balance an education while traveling the world.

"Eh, it's okay. I'm just really stressed with finals coming up. I can't decide if I like school better when I'm actually home like I am now or on the road." You chuckle and Connor nods in agreement at your words.

In the last few weeks alone, your workload from classes had increased to the point where you almost couldn't keep up. Most nights were spent finishing projects, reading chapters over in assigned books and typing up long essays. The fact that you were losing sleep and constantly busy certainly didn't go unnoticed by Shawn.

He had started editing all your papers before you submitted them and helped you study for tests with stacks of flashcards or reading right from the textbook. He always made you a cup of tea just the way you like it for when you're taking notes and never forgot to remind you how proud he was of you and how you'd ace these exams with no problem.

Shawn's help made all the early mornings and long hours of sitting in class worth it. Everyday when you got home, he was waiting with open arms to hug you tightly and kiss you a thousand times. His cuddles relieved some of your stress and even though you thanked him for everything, there simply weren't enough words to express your gratitude.

Connor smiled sympathetically, knowing exactly how demanding the college life could be. It amazed you how he had dropped everything to join Shawn on tour to be his videographer, but sometimes had to travel home just to stop back at school to take a final.

"You're almost finished though!" Connor exclaimed enthusiastically as a bright smile appeared on his lips. "Only two years left, you're halfway through." Shaking your head with a laugh at his words, the dressing room door opened again and Shawn stepped out dressed in black dress pants and a white button up with his usual boots. Your heart stopped for a moment just at the sight of him. Even after dating for two years, Shawn was still able to steal your breath away with the simplest actions.

"Hey baby," Shawn said softly, jogging over to you and Connor. A happy smile tugged at your lips and before you could even respond, he closed the small gap between your bodies and kissed you tenderly. His strong arms wrapped around you as your hands went to his curls while melting into each other for a moment. The air was filled with love and as your lips moved in sync together, the magic of the kiss coursed through your veins. "I love you. I'll see you in a little bit." Shawn mumbled, kissing the tip of your nose as his large hands cupped your cheeks.

"Okay handsome, I love you too. You look amazing by the way, like always." You replied quietly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders so your fingers could play with the curls at the nape of his neck. A deep pink blush spread over Shawn's cheeks and the most adorable smile blossomed on his lips. With one last warm kiss to your forehead, he was whisked away to begin posing for the shoot.

The hours passed by quickly and the photoshoot was perfect. You stood by the camera most of the time so Shawn could see you which resulted in the best pictures of him smiling and him sending you cheeky winks. Connor cracked jokes the whole time and between outfit changes, Shawn would always quickly kiss you lovingly before walking back on set again. It was just like any other usual photoshoot until the end.

You were chatting with Tiff about a dress you were looking at for an upcoming red carpet event that you were attending with Shawn. She rambled excitedly about the possibilities of different colors and what would match best for Shawn's suit. We were scrolling through pictures of gowns on her phone when Shawn entered the room again now dressed in his usual black skinny jeans and boots with a gray Saint Laurent tshirt.

"Hey," Tiff gently nudged your elbow to get you to look up from the phone. She had a playful smile on her face as you met her gaze. "Didn't Shawn wear that shirt like two days ago?" She asked with a teasing tone but suddenly, every bit of happiness in your body seemed to vanish.

Shawn had in fact worn the same shirt two days ago when the crew had a meeting. You had been busy running around on campus, handing in assignments and meeting with study groups to cram in last minute sessions, that you didn't think anything of it. But a few days prior to that meeting, being the incredible boyfriend he is, Shawn tried to do the laundry to take some of the weight off your shoulders so you could focus on studying. It was a sweet gesture. He separated all the clothes correctly and even remembered to use the delicate wash on your load. But somehow, when you got home after class, you found Shawn looking at the washing machine in confusion with a basket full of his now soaking wet clothes.

With an overwhelming amount of school work to do and not enough time to make a call to get the washing machine fixed, it had been broken for almost a week now. It was such a simple thing but it added just that tiny bit more of stress to your life that wasn't needed. So even though Shawn wearing the same shirt as he was the other day wasn't that big of a deal, the fact that somebody noticed tipped your emotions over.

"Yeah, probably." You tried to play it off as nothing but as Shawn walked closer to the small group, you felt your chest tighten and you had to hold back tears. "The washer broke a few days ago and I haven't had any time to fix it with school and all-" The explanation fell off your lips but Tiff wasn't listening, just cut you off when Shawn found his spot next to you and pulled you in closer to his side.

"Shawn, you know you can buy new shirts so you don't have to wear the same ones over again in the same week?" Tiff joked, stifling her own laugh as tears began pooling in your eyes. Shawn's bright smile dropped, immediately replaced with a look of sadness and confusion. This was the absolute last thing you needed right now.

He nervously laughed, trying to understand the conversation he just walked in to and leaned over to press a loving kiss to your temple. "We have to get our washer fixed. I accidentally broke it the other day," Shawn replied with a shrug but Tiff couldn't hold back her laugh anymore. The joke was lost on you and Shawn noticed how quiet you were, a small frown adorning his lips.

"It takes like what, two seconds to call someone to get it fixed?" Tiff questioned, clearly finding the situation funnier than anyone else. Shawn tried to smile in efforts to go along with her but he didn't say anything to defend you. Not a word came out of his mouth about how busy you had been with school, all the late nights you'd been pulling just to make sure you secured an A on an assignment, or how drained you've been because of college itself. Nothing.

Any other day, the teasing would've been perfectly fine. You would've even laughed along about how your boyfriend decided to wear the same shirt only two days apart. But the whole scene was embarrassing not just for Shawn, but for you because it made you feel like you hadn't done something right.

Shawn remained silent, apparently at a loss for words and that was all it took for you to pull away from his body and walk out to the car, finally letting your tears flow freely. It spoke volumes that he hadn't said a word to Tiff about the reality of the situation and it hurt your heart more than you thought it would.

Hot on your heels, Shawn was out at the car with you in seconds, his beautiful hazel eyes full of worry as he tired to comfort you. But you mumbled that you wanted to go home and he opened the passenger side to help you in.

The ride home was painfully quiet and filled with your sniffles as you kept all your words to yourself. A mix of hurt and anger coursed through your veins and even though you held Shawn's hand over the middle console on the way home, the silence hung in the air as a reminder of your emotions.

As soon as you stepped inside your shared condo, you ignored him. Choosing instead to just give him the silent treatment so he can understand how much you were hurting over what he did and you'd rather not argue.

Now, as you walked out of the bathroom ready for bed in just one of Shawn's tshirts, you notice your boyfriend stripping of his own clothes. The pout that has been on his lips all day was still evident and his beautiful eyes were twinged with sadness.

Immediately, Shawn felt your presence and watched you intently as you walked over to your side of the bed. He's been trying to subtly get you to speak to him again but hasn't had any success. Silently, you slipped under the covers and turn your back towards Shawn who was sitting on the edge of his side in just his boxers.

Admittedly, you knew this was silly. You were both grown adults who could work things out, you had in the past, but even though your heart ached for Shawn and all you wanted to do was hold him, you couldn't get over how hurt you were.

You felt the bed dip as Shawn laid down on his back, pulling the covers over his body and folding one of his muscular arms underneath his head. Without even looking at him, you knew his face was covered in despair as he debated in his mind what to do. The distance between the two of you in bed was unfamiliar and you noticed the absence of Shawn close to you.

"Baby, please." Shawn whispered, his voice almost cracking with emotion as it cut through the heavy silence that filled the room. "I know you're mad, but please don't fight with me." He continued, letting his hand travel over to your side of the bed and gently rest on your waist. "Can we just talk about it? I'd rather work through this than just sit here and ignore it. Plus, I can't let you go to sleep upset, remember?" You feel Shawn inching closer and closer to you and your heart broke at how desperately he wanted to fix this.

A gentle smile tugged at your lips at Shawn's words. After the first big fight you had, Shawn promised he'd never let you go to bed upset and you had reciprocated the deal, saying you wouldn't let him do that either. The fact that he wasn't going to let this go until it was sorted out so he could uphold his end of the deal, made your heart melt.

But you still didn't respond to him.

"Sweetheart," Shawn practically whined, trying his hardest to get you to turn around. There was nothing more he hated than when you were upset but when you shut him out, it made him feel even worse. "C'mon, please? I love you so much and I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I hope you know that and I miss you. It's hasn't even been a whole day and you're still right here, but you seem so far away." He said quietly, pressing a soft kiss to your clothed shoulder.

Then, you felt Shawn wrap his arms around you, his bare chest pressed to your back as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. Entangling your legs together, Shawn held you tightly as if he was scared of losing you.

"Fine. Have it your way, love." He mumbled, pressing a warm kiss to your neck. "I'm just gonna cuddle you until you talk to me." Shawn chuckled, finding his new tactic amusing and even though you loved being in his arms again, you squirmed out of his hold.

But just before you were able to fully roll back onto your side again without Shawn clinging to you, he laid one of his arms across your chest before gently pushing you over to lay on your back. Not hesitating a second, he laid on top of you to make it impossible for you to escape.

Sighing with frustration at the new situation, Shawn rested his head on your chest as his strong arms wrapped around your body, holding you as close as possible. There was no way out of this one and you knew it. Shawn was just too heavy to move and much stronger than you.

"Baby, can you play with my curls please?" Shawn asked sweetly, his signature puppy eyes making an appearance as he looked up at you. His gaze was full of an overwhelming amount of emotion which sent a wave of love through your body. The fact that he was continuing like it was a regular night where he falls asleep as you play with his curls, made it obvious to you how badly he wanted you to speak to him again.

When you pursed your lips as a silent "no" to his request, Shawn puffed his cheeks out and tried something else. Still cuddling with you, knowing you couldn't escape his strong hold, he began peppering your face with thousands of loving kisses. Not an inch of skin went unrecognized by his plump lips as he placed the most delicate kisses all over your face and down your neck.

Unable to help it, a smile bloomed on your lips at the ticklish feeling of Shawn's messy curls against your skin and each kiss made your heart swell with adoration. Shawn caught sight of his favorite view in the whole world, your genuinely happy smile, and continued his bombardment of kisses, hoping that this was a step closer to you stopping the silent treatment.

You felt Shawn's arms loosen around your body as he continued kissing you and then his fingers were at your sides, tickling you. An uncontrollable giggle escaped your lips at the funny feeling and between that and Shawn's kisses, you couldn't catch your breath.

"Shawn! Stop, s-stop it!" You exclaim with the beautiful smile he loves so much on your lips. With all your strength, you try to push him away from you but his loving attack continued on. A constant string of your giggles filled the air and Shawn felt his heart soar because his girl was laughing again and even though you hadn't realized yet, you had broken your silence.

Halting his tickling, he pressed one last tender kiss to your lips before meeting your gaze again.

"Knew my plan would work," Shawn said cheekily, his smile so wide that the corners of his eyes crinkled with happiness. "Hey baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't fight with me anymore. What can I do to make it better?" His voice softened quickly as he repeated his apology and rambled on nervously.

"Bub, it's okay. I'm sorry I was being childish and not talking to you all day wasn’t a good idea. It just really hurt seeing you not even put up a fight to try and defend me when Tiff was making all those jokes earlier. You know how stressed I've been because of school and it made me feel so, I don't know, insignificant or something. Like I wasn't doing enough." You explain, pouring every ounce of emotion into your words.

"No, no sweetheart. You're doing so much. College isn't easy, but you're handling it so well and you're acing tests and assignments like it's nobody's business. I'm so damn proud of you for chasing after your dreams and doing everything you have to do to reach them. Seeing your determination these last few weeks with all your school work has shown me how dedicated you are and I admire that so much. So you're doing more than enough, trust me." Shawn cooed, his eyes never leaving yours as he wrapped his arms around your body again.

"For the record, I was the one who broke the washing machine. I should've called to got it fixed and it didn't seem like that big of a deal to me to wear the same shirt a few days apart. I'm so sorry I didn't say anything to Tiff. I didn't know how process it, but I can promise it'll never happen again. You're my baby, the love of my life, and your happiness means everything to me. I'm sorry I didn't do anything. I acted like a jerk and I'm sorry." Shawn gushed affectionately, his voice revealing the sadness in his heart.

Gently cupping his cheeks and rubbing your thumb over his scar, you leaned forward and kissed Shawn softly but deep enough to express the unbelievable amount of love you had for him. He instantly responded as his lips moved with yours and like always he tasted like mint and happiness.

"It's okay bub, really. I love you so much and I'm glad the silent treatment is over. I missed you and your kisses." You said lovingly, running your hands through his curls before pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "I love you," The words filled the air as you repeat them again and Shawn's breathtaking smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I love you more than you'll ever know." Shawn whispered, kissing your cheek before settling his head on your chest again and snuggling closer to you. It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders and pure joy rushed through your body as your heart swelled. The love you had for Shawn was like no other and there was nowhere else you'd rather be than in his arms.

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[xeunoais]

Remember

(A/N: the idea for this randomly while i was eating breakfast the other day so here i am lol!! i hope you enjoy this!)

Summary: You got into a car accident on your way to the studio where Shawn was. And it was bad enough to where you were put into a coma. And if Shawn had learned anything from this, it was that, you don’t know what you truly have and how much it means to you until you lose it.

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I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out the small diamond ring. I looked at the ring and then at the love of my life. Laying there in that hospital bed, almost lifeless.

I sat up in my chair. Still looking at her. I reached up slowly and grabbed her hand gently, rubbing my thumb up and down on the back of it.

With one more look at the ring in my other hand, I looked at back at her. I lifted her hand up and slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit. It looked so good on her too. It was meant to be her’s. On her finger.

My hand picked hers up back off the pillow and gently held it again. I looked at her, thinking about her as my fiancé.

“I know this isn’t the best time to do this. But the past few days, I haven’t been able to shake this. You’ve always said that you don’t know how much something truly means to you until you might lose it.” I paused, taking a deep breath.

“And baby, these past few days, I could be losing you. I can’t lose you. You are my world. The reason I wake up everyday. You are going to be my wife one day. God, you will make the most gorgeous bride. And you are going to be the mother of our children.” I stopped as I felt tears run down my cheeks.

“I bought this ring when I was on tour. The same day that you actually left to go back home after you visited. Brian, Connor and I had gone out on a walk. And we passed this ring shop. I don’t know what made me do it but I walked inside and the found this one.” I said as I ran my thumb across it.

“I saw this ring and then knew I had to get it. It had you written all over it. So I did, I bought it. I had it all planned out in my head too. I was gonna come home, and we were going to the diner that your mom and dad met at, and then I was going to ask you.”

More tears fell from my eyes as I thought about that. She always said that if I didn’t propose there, she would tell me no. She said she had dreamt about being proposed to there ever since she was little.

I almost feel a little dumb for doing this now but I can’t help it. I couldn’t wait anymore.

I stood up slowly and stood beside her. I grabbed her other hand, so that was I was holding them both.

“Baby. I need you to wake up. I need you wake up and marry me. Y/n, will you please wake up and marry me?”

I felt a squeeze. And another one. I looked at her hands and felt it again. I started yelling for a doctor or nurse.

Once they came in there they pushed me out of the way. Then before I could even react I was being pushed out of room and the ring was being handed to me.

The door was shut and I stood there watching them surround her bed. Then I saw it, her eyes opened. She was awake and I’m not there.

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The next she was going to be released tomorrow morning. They wanted to keep her one more night to monitor everything. Make sure that she was fully okay before being sent home.

Everyone came to the hospital again. My family and friends, and all her’s. I didn’t want to be rude but nobody was letting me in there. Nobody was letting me get to my girl. And I was almost to my breaking point.

I spent five days. Five fucking days at this hospital. Sitting by her side, hold her hands, talking to her. Trying absolutely everything I could too help her wake up or just move.

I’m not gonna say that nobody else cares because I know they do. Everyone love Y/n. Absolutely everyone. But nobody stayed by her side like I did. There was not one moment that I left this hospital room.

I was pacing up and down the hallway when her dad approached me. I walked over to him as fast as I could.

“Can I see her now? How is she?” I asked trying to push past him but his arm raised up, and blocked me from walking. I looked at him confused. All I could see was pain in his eyes.

Something wasn’t right here. Something’s wrong and if someone doesn’t tell me something soon, I am going to fucking lose my shit in the middle of this hospital.

“What’s wrong? Why won’t anyone let me in there to see her?” I asked again as I placed my hands on his arm to push it out of my way.

“Shawn. Stop and listen to me.” He said, grabbing at my arm with his other hand.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Let me go see her.” My anger was slowly rising inside of me. I pushed him out of my way and walked into her room.

I saw her for the first time in like 3 hours. My girl was awake. She looked at me with no expression on her face what so ever. What the hell?

“Who are you?” She asked quietly.

“Huh? Baby, its me. Shawn. You know who I am.” I said slowly. What the fuck is going on right now.

Then it hit me. Does she not remember who I am? The doctor said that was a possibility. But he said it wasn’t likely. She seemed genuinely confused when I told her who I was.

Does she really not remember anything?

“Uhmmm, I don’t know a Shawn..” She mumble turning towards her mom with a questioning look on her face, almost asking her if she was supposed to know who I am.

“Shawn, I need to talk to you in the hall. Please.” Her dad said as he walked into the room and placed his hand on my shoulder.

I looked him in the eyes and then back at her. Then I looked at her mom and she nodded to me, telling me to listen to him.

The second I stepped out of the room, I broke. My whole body went numb and I fell into the chair outside the door. My mom rushed to my side and wrapped her arms around me. I leaned into her embrace and cried into her shoulder.

“Mom. This can’t be real. She doesn’t know who I am. She doesn’t re-remember me mom.” I mumbled against her shirt.

“I know honey. Its all gonna be alright.” She tried to reassure me. But I snapped at her words and pushed myself away from her.

“No mom. Its not going to be fucking okay. My girl. The love of my life doesn’t even know who I am. She doesn’t remember me, Mom!” I paused for a second. Slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out the ring. Everyone gasped when the saw it in my hand.

“I proposed to her right before she woke up. I put the ring on her finger and proposed. And then she woke up and I wasn’t allowed to go back and see her for five hours. But the second I do, my worst nightmare comes true. She doesn’t fucking know who I am and everyone keeps pushing me away from her. I should be in there right now telling her who I am, how we met and everything after that. I should be by her side helping her try to remember who I am but nobody is-“

“She’s never going to remember, Shawn. Doctor said its a one in a hundred chance that she will remember who any of her friends or anyone is. She only remembers her family because of when she was little.” Her dad cut me off. I looked at him and titled my head.

“What do you me she’s never going to remember me?” I asked, voice way lower than it just was.

“Shawn. You are a complete stranger to her. And you probably always will be.” Her dad explained.

He’s lying to me. I can see it in his eyes. He’s got that look that in his eyes that she always has whenever she tries to hide something from me.

“So she’s never going to remember who I am, or what we are?”

“No. She’s not. And her mom and I have agreed that’s is best she comes back to the states with us. And gets back on her feet again.” He said to me, lying again.

Her dad wasn’t ever the biggest fan of me. He doesn’t hate me but he doesn’t think I’m the right fit for her. That because I was always on the road, there’s no telling when I could possibly slip up and make a mistake.

I don’t blame him. He just wants what’s best for her. Its just that, I want what’s best for her too. And he chooses to not see that about our relationship. I stopped trying to fight for him to accept what I have with her. And instead just focused on what was more important. Her.

“Okay. I will go back with you all. I will rent an apartment ther-“ I started to say but was cut off again.

“That’s the issue Shawn. We want to bring her back to the states so she’s not around you or in Toronto where she doesn’t remember anything. We want her to go back home with us, where she remembers everything. Where she is comfortable and able to get back on her own two feet at her own time. We want to bring her to the home she knows.” He said slowly

“What? That’s not fair. You can’t do that. You can’t just make me stay away from her. You can’t do that.”

“Yes we can Shawn. And I’m sorry but its whats best for her. She needs time. And if you loved her, you would give it to her.” Her mom said as she walked out of the room.

Her mom and I were closer than her dad and I. Her mom and my mom were best friends. They loved each other. And they would always gush to each other about how we treated each other. How much we loved each other.

But I’ve always known that she wanted more for her daughter. She loved how happy she is with me but she’s always said that I needed to give her girl stability. That I couldn’t go on tour for the rest of my life and expect her to go with me every single time.

“Shawn. I think you need to listen to them, and give her space. Let her refind herself.” My dad said.

I looked my dad in the eyes, how could he say that? Then my eyes went to my moms and she had the same look in her eyes telling me she agreed with him.

I shook my head and looked through the window at the love of my life sleeping peacefully in her hospital bed.

She is supposed to be the woman I marry. The woman that carries my babies. The woman that I grow old with. The woman I get buried next to when my time comes to end on this earth.

But she doesn’t remember who I am. Or what we had. Nothing. I’m a total stranger to her, but to me, I relive three years worth of memories with her. And that’s what hurts the most.

I’m being expected to just be ready to throw away all the memories. To just walk away and give up on her and what her and I have together.

As much as I know, it’s probably whats best for her. The selfish side of me, doesn’t want to let her go. I want to be the one to take her home to out apartment and help her try and remember everything.

But I know that she doesn’t remember me or what we had. And she may never remember because nobody will let her.

-

The End

(A/N: i am crying rn. literally sobbing. but anyways i hope you enjoyed this. feedback is highly appreciated!!)

[babyshawwn]

Family

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“Dad, you home?” Shawn yells after unlocking the front door to his parents’ house in Pickering. 

You haven’t been back here for a while but as soon as you step through the door, you feel at home. Comfortable and safe. 

Their house looks the same, the only thing changed since last time is the newest additions of photos hanging on the wall in their hall. You smile shortly when you see Karen’s favourite picture of Shawn. The one with the Harry Potter shirt, the questionable haircut and braces when he’s around seven years old. 

You feel Shawn’s hand slip down your back before he removes his palm to find your hand instead. 

“Hey dad, you here?” He yells again, his eyes searching the familiar rooms. 

Your eyes catch another photo and you suddenly feel a warmth rushing down your spine as the heat raises in your cheeks. It’s a photo of you. 

Just you. 

At your graduation, wearing the blue dress Manny went to pick out with you. Karen and your mother offered to come, but since they are both into loads of pink and an insane amount of glitter, you didn’t hesitate when Manny offered taking you instead. 

Karen and Manny have plenty of photos with Shawn and you hanging around the house, some with both Shawn, Aaliyah and you as well, but you have never seen a photo of just you here. It allows your heart to grow just a little as another smile spread on your lips. 

“I think he’s in the backyard.” Shawn says with a laughter. “Doing ‘gardening’, you know?” 

Shawn rolls his eyes and you can’t help but laugh. You are both aware that Manny absolutely hates gardening but it’s the perfect excuse for him to take a little nap or read a book undisturbed. 

Shawn leans forward to kiss you, his hand sliding behind your neck. You place your hand on his chest while feeling his heart pound in a steady pace. 

“God, you’re shaking.” Shawn mumbles with a small smile on his lips. He places his hand on yours and you feel the heat in your cheeks in the matter of seconds. 

“I am a little nervous, I guess.” You shrug, your eyes darting towards the floor.

It’s a lie, though. You are beyond nervous, you’re at the point of a nervous breakdown. 

You chew on your bottom lip as you feel another wave of nausea spread to your stomach. Shawn uses his thumb to lift your chin, forcing your unsure eyes to meet his. They are warm and loving and it makes you somewhat calmer. 

“Hey.” He tells you, his thumb sliding across your quivering lips. “There’s nothing to worry about.” 

You hear the honesty in his words but you have a hard time believing them. You know it’s stupid but you’re afraid of rejection. 

“That’s easy for you to say.” You tell Shawn, your head shaking lightly. “He’s your father.” 

Shawn’s smile fades a little while he removes a tot of hair from your face and places it behind your ear. He stares at you for a moment, knowing you still have scars on your heart, he can’t possibly mend for you. 

He leans down to kiss your lips tenderly causing you to moan softly into his mouth. He allows his forehead to rest against yours, finding your hands to give you a slight embrace. He feels them shake and his heart starts to ache from knowing you’re suffering slightly at the moment. 

“I know this is somewhat terrifying for you.” He says with a sigh, his soft eyes watching you carefully. “But there’s nothing to be scared about, okay? My dad loves you, you know that. My mum too.” 

“I just… I’m just...” You struggle to find the words to describe your fears. “But what if they someday decide they don’t anymore?” Shawn feels a yank in his heart caused by your question. 

“Honey, I-“ He looks you straight in the eyes to make sure you’re listening to him. “I know people in your life have a habit of disappearing. But we won’t ever do that. We won’t walk out on you.” 

You feel tears form in your eyes but you refuse to let them win. You nod at Shawn, shutting your eyes while taking a few deep breaths. You know he’s right but that doesn’t stop you from doubting.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry I’m being dramatic.” You apologise with a stutter. 

“No, don’t apologise.” He interrupts, embracing you immediately. “If I had been through what you have, I would question people constantly too.” 

You send Shawn a smile while you lower your head to rest on his shoulder. He holds you close and allows you to collect yourself a little. His hands are rubbing your back and he’s planting tender kisses on the top of your hair. 

“Thank you, Shawn. For always being so understanding.” You mutter against his chest, swallowing the lump in your dry throat. 

“You still want to do it? Because you don’t have to. If it’s not what you want, we don’t have to do it.” Shawn tells you, leaning back to find your eyes. 

“No, I want to ask him. It’s what I want.” 

“So let’s go talk to him, okay? Everything will be fine.” Shawn says, kissing your forehead softly. “I promise you.” 

He holds your hand as you walk through the house, entering the kitchen and make your way towards the door to the yard. You feel your heart pounding against your chest hard enough for you to feel a slight ache. Your hands are sweaty and you wonder how much Shawn notice from holding the left one. 

When you turn around the corner of the house, your eyes catch Manny in his usual chair with his feet on the garden table while reading a book. He doesn’t notice you until Shawn clears his throat with a laughter causing Manny drop his book in a shudder. 

“Jesus kids, you startled me.” He laughs while Shawn shakes his head.  

“So much for gardening, eh?” 

“Please don’t tell your mother.” Manny jokes while getting on his feet. 

He goes to hug Shawn tightly before wrapping his arms around your body to give you an embrace as well. He rubs your back friendly like he always does and you feel a warmth grow in your chest. 

You’re not too fond of physical contact, mostly because you’ve never been used to it, but Shawn’s entire family sure is. Especially Manny is a hugger and over the years, you have grown to love his fatherly embraces. 

“I didn’t know you were coming today.” Manny smiles, his hand padding Shawn’s shoulder. You can tell from his smile that he’s excited to see his son. 

“It was spontaneous.” You say with a smile, though you feel your body vibrating with nerves.

“We actually have a thing to ask you.” Shawn says, reaching for a chair to sit down. “Or y/n has something to ask you.” Shawn’s eyes fall on yours and you feel a bundle of knots in your stomach. 

“Oh, well then I’m all ears.” Manny smiles while sitting down as well. 

As you reach for a chair too, you feel your mouth drying and your tongue tying. It’s going to be harder than you originally thought and now there is no turning back. 

Shawn places his hand on your back, giving you small rubs and soft smiles to make you feel somewhat secure. You don’t look at him but you’re thankful for his support. 

You open your mouth several times wanting to say something but you always find yourself choking on whatever words you seem to find. Your hands are in your lap, your fingers playing nervously to cope with the stress you’re feeling at the moment. 

“We want to talk about some wedding stuff.” Shawn says as he realises you need a little help to begin with. 

You watch as Manny turns into a wide smile and you can see the happiness in his eyes almost immediately. You love how excited Shawn’s father seems to get by the thought of Shawn marrying you. 

“How is it going? You’re making progress with the planning?”

“Yeah, I think we’re getting close.” Shawn reply, looking to his side to find your eyes. You nod in agreement but you remain silent next to him.

“We talked to the priest last week and we’ve booked the hotel we went to see a couple of days ago.” 

“Oh, that was a beautiful place.” Manny interrupts. “I loved the flower theme they had going on.” 

“It was beautiful.” You agree, your cheeks feeling like pure fire. “Exactly our taste.” 

“Yes, I could picture you two lovebirds getting married there.” Manny nods, taking a sip of his glass of water. 

“So the thing we need to ask you about…” Shawn begins, eyes falling to you. 

He finds your hand under the table and gives you a slight squeeze. You nod at him while forcing a deep breath into your sore lungs. Manny leans back in his seat, waiting patiently for either of you to speak. 

“Well as you know, I don’t have much family. My mum’s kind of in and out and my dad has never really been around.” You stumble over your fragile words, eyes flickering to avoid all contact. “And you know… I’ve really struggled with that during the wedding planning because well… Weddings are supposed to be spend with your family… And-“ 

The words roll off your tongue but the ache in your heart grows into discomfort, you feel your cheeks heating and suddenly, you’re unsure of what to say. 

“You’re doing great, love.” Shawn assures you, his hand sliding to your knee to give you a comforting embrace. 

Shawn might not fully understand what it was like growing up without a stable family, without a dad when he’s had the best one he could ever ask for. He doesn’t always get the things that make you insecure and he definitely doesn’t always understand your reaction to some things, but he does, with his while heart, wish for you to feel like a part of the family. 

“You know, I’ve felt so welcome in your house. You and Karen have been really good to me since I started dating Shawn and I’m really grateful for that. And I don’t know much about families or how they function but seeing yours really makes me believe in a good family dynamic.” 

You’re not sure where you’re going with this or how it will turn out, but the words blur from your mouth without your control. Your eyes flicker to Manny’s and you force down a breath as he sends you a smile. 

“And I really want that. I want to be a part of that and I hope to be a part of it when I marry Shawn.” 

You can tell Manny wants to speak, but you don’t allow him. You need to get this off your chest as soon as possible and from the way he nods at you, you think he can tell.

“I wanted to ask you, Manny. If maybe you would walk me down the aisle?” You heart stops for a moment. “I don’t have anyone else to do it and I would really like it to be you. You may not be my father but you’re the closest I get to one. It would really mean a lot to me.” 

“It would mean a lot to me too, dad.” Shawn joins. 

Manny stays silent for what feels like forever while you hold your breath uncomfortably. 

Shawn’s hand slips to your knee and he gives you a light embrace to calm you down. It doesn’t work, though. You wonder whether or not it was too much to ask, whether or not you crossed a line or whatever and with those thoughts you feel your throat tighten. 

Your stomach is in knots and you are beginning to feel somewhat ill. Your eyes flicker from your fiancés father to the surface of the table in their garden. 

And then, to your surprise, you hear a slight sobbing sound across from you. You raise your stare and your eyes fall on Manny. 

He’s in tears. 

He’s in tears but he’s smiling widely towards you. In those seconds, your heart feel at ease. Shawn’s hand on your knee tighten and without looking towards him, you know tears are forming in his eyes as well. 

Manny removes his glasses from his wet face while using his arm to wipe the tears from his cheeks. Shawn can’t hold back his tears and they are now slipping down his flushed cheeks while he witnesses this incredibly special moment between his father and his fiancée. 

Manny leans across the table while reaching for your cheeks with both his hands and begins to kiss your forehead while tears continue to fall from his eyes. 

“Minha menina, minha doce menina.” Manny says to you. 

You are not entirely sure what it means but judging from Shawn’s wide smile, you are certain is something sweet. Manny looks towards Shawn to ask him a question in Portuguese. 

“Ela realmente quer que eu ofaça?” Manny ask and Shawn nods. 

You weren’t aware Shawn knew enough Portuguese to understand his father’s words. The guy continues to surprise you. 

“Give me your hands.” Manny tells you, allowing his hands to slip to the middle of the wooden table. Yours do the same until you reach him and he gives you a warm squeeze. 

“I would be absolutely honoured to walk you down the aisle.” You share a moment with Manny while the tears fall uncontrollably from your swollen eyes. Your heart is aching but this time it’s from relief. “Nothing would make me prouder than to give you away to my son. And I am proud you think of me as a father figure.”

With tears in your eyes, you chew on your bottom lip to prevent loud sobs from slipping out. Suddenly, a burden has been lifted from your shoulders and you feel ten ponds lighter. The knots in your stomach seem to disappear with the first deep breath of air you take. Finally, you feel at ease and the pressure on your chest is entirely gone. 

It might be stupid to others but since the night Shawn proposed to you, all you could think about was who was going to walk you down the aisle. Your father left when you were five and he never looked back. 

You missed out on all those things your entire life, all those moments you’re supposed to share with a father and though you didn’t want to fully admit it, you didn’t want to miss out on a moment as special as that at your wedding. 

You had been nervous to ask Manny the question, a complete wreck. Though you have easily grown to be a part of their life, there is always that constant doubt in the back of your mind that maybe these people will turn their back on you. If your biological father didn’t think you are good enough to love, then why would other people think you are. 

You turn to face Shawn who’s already starting at you with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes. He pushes back a few wild curls and lets his hand caress your wet cheek. Shawn sees the relief in your eyes and his heart is filled with happiness from the sight. 

He knows these last few months of wedding planning have been tough on you. Shawn has his entire family pitching in, coming up with ideas and doing research, tagging along to whatever either of you needed them to. 

Sure, your mother had joined once or twice whenever she felt like it but it was never fully the same and Shawn always notice how it breaks your heart just a little more. 

“She was scared of asking you, you know?” Shawn tells his father as your eyes shoot him down. He fully decides to ignore your stare. 

Manny wrinkles his forehead and lets his eyes fall on you again, a worry looks burning towards you. 

“Why would you be scared of that, minha filha?” 

You feel a punch in your guts while your hands begin to shake. Shawn notice and he reaches to take your hand in his, his thumb stroking your knuckles. 

“You can tell him.” Shawn nods. 

Though you hate him for a split second for mentioning this, you know that putting words on your feelings might help handle them better in the future. 

You’re unable to hold back the years while your mind wanders to dark places. 

“You guys are just really important to me.” You sob, choking on the words through the sentence. “And I’d really like to be a part of a family. Of this family.”  

Shawn takes your hand to his mouth and gives you a couple of sweet kisses. You feel the uncomfortable lump in your throat as you struggle to breathe through the tears. 

“And I guess I’m really afraid that maybe I’m not enough for you. Maybe I’m not… I don’t know. I don’t want to lose either of you.” You confess, feeling a raising pressure in your heart. 

Shawn looks at your fragile expression and his heart sinks to his stomach. His heart begins to hurt because he’s fully aware you have never had a healthy family dynamic to lean on. 

He hates that you question yourself because your father left you behind when you were five years old, he hates how you always wonder your worth and think you’re undeserving of love. Shawn hates that you are too scared to trust people fully, fearing they might choose to leave you behind at any point. He hates that you don’t feel secure and that you never had a father figure to lean on. 

Shawn knows his father feels the same, they have had plenty of father-son talks about it without your knowledge. Shawn’s hope for when you get married is that you finally feel like you have a family, like you’re a part of a home and that you know in your heart, these people will never leave you. 

The tears roll from Shawn’s flushed face as he watches you suffer besides him, he’s too numb to react and therefore, his father steps in. 

“Listen to me, kid.” Manny says while handing you a tissue to dry your eyes. “I am so happy that my son is marrying such a strong woman like you. I know you hurt, querida. I know you grief your father on a daily. But you know what? You’re a wonderful and intelligent young woman and you got here all by yourself. You grew up just fine without, I mean look at you.” Manny says and manage to make you smile at his words. 

“I don’t want my past to prevent me from having a future. A future with Shawn.” You stutter, wiping tears from your face. 

Manny feels a yank in his heart from your honest words, wondering how a father could purposely hurt their daughter in the ways you have been hurt. 

“No more beating yourself down, no more thinking you’re not worth good things because you are. You have been a part of this family since the first time Shawn brought you home. You’re as much a daughter to me as Aaliyah. Family isn’t just about sharing blood, family is about love and trust.” Manny tells you, his heart dropping to his guts. 

He feels sad even saying these words. Shawn leans closer to your face and plant a kiss on your wet cheek. He buries his nose into your neck while taking a deep breath.

“Family are people who sticks with you. I know you’ve never learnt that, honey. But it’s the people who are there constantly. Through ups and down. People who loves you unconditionally like I love you.” Shawn tells you, pecking to your skin tenderly. You smile at his words. 

“And I see how happy you make my son. I know you love him with everything you have. You stand by him and you care for him. Karen and I, we couldn’t have asked for anyone better to welcome into our family. We love you.” 

While Shawn is listening to his father talk, he feels beyond lucky to have the parents he does. They have since the first meeting taken you in and acted as if you were their own. 

Shawn remembers that when his mother had first learned about your past after meeting your mother one of the days she actually came to pick you up, Karen had given Shawn a hug and told him that whenever you were feeling lonely or when you needed a safe place to turn to, Shawn should bring you here. No matter the day, no matter the time. He had to bring you here because no child deserves to feel alone. 

“And I love you guys so much.” You assure Manny with a smile, then you turn to Shawn. “And I love you, Shawn. With everything I have, day in and day out.” 

“Likewise.” Shawn mumbles while leaning in to kiss you.

“Thank you, Manny.” You say, raising from the chair to hug him. “I really needed to hear this. I really needed a pep talk.” 

Manny wraps your arms around you and hugs you tight. 

“It’s what fathers do.” He whispers to you as a warmth spread in your chest. “You’re going to be the most beautiful bride and I can’t wait to walk you down the aisle.” 

Shawn hugs his father as well, feeling more blessed than ever to have such wonderful and heartwarming parents. 

“We better get going, dad.” Shawn tells him, while reaching for your hand. 

“Shawn’s dropping me off at my fitting.” You interrupt with a smile. 

“Have you found the dress?” Manny asks excited as his eyes widen. 

“I have, it’s beautiful.” You nod with a laughter. 

“Send me a picture, okay? I have to colour coordinate.” Manny says with a laughter. 

“I will.” You promise him as Shawn yells a goodbye. 

You walk through the house to reach the car. Before Shawn opens the door for you, he steps in front of you to meet your eyes.  

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Shawn whisper in your ear as your smiles grow. Your heart fills with love and it spreads to your bones. 

“No, it was perfect.” You tell him, planting a few kisses on his soft lips. “Thank you for coming with me.” 

“I’ll do anything for you, wifey.” Shawn laughs as he leans down to kiss you. 

“I really can’t wait to marry you.” You tell him, rubbing your nose against his. “Thank you for always standing by my side.” 

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be here. Promise.” 

All you ever did was look for love to fill the space in your heart and after all these years of being on your own, you finally found what you had been looking for all along. 

When you marry Shawn within the next five months, you don’t just get a husband. You get a family, a place to belong, a home.

[kerwritesthings]

27, 54 :)

I wasn’t going to post this today. Last story I posted yesterday I’m still trying to push on since it’s still hanging out there in the wind & wasn’t feeling too motivated after that. But I had a really bad fuck of a moment at the end of the day and then this adorable bean decided to insta story pretty much at the same time. So, et voila we’re going with it.

This took a TURN, dear anon. I know it’s soft & fluffy prompts, and we’ll get to it. There’s a bit up at the front, it’s just a little bit of a journey to get to it at the end. I also didn’t expect this to be almost 2.8k. Ooopsies?

Prompts: “You have me to protect you, always.” AND “I will protect you with my life.”

Being on tour with Shawn is one thing. Being on tour with Shawn overseas though is another. It’s always an experience, but for this run it’s especially more than it’s ever been before. You’ve yet to experience a swing outside Canada, the States and Europe. With the last album already exceeding expectations and touring blowing up across the board, the tour went wider and longer than he’s ever done before. Which means in some cities, it’s multiple dates and even more so, graduating to stadiums.

“Excuse me what?!” you yell, looking at the “tickets” he’s placed in your hand. The sentimental fluff he is, had mockup concert tickets made to give you when he told you about Tokyo.

“Me, you, Japan. Gyoza, ramen, carousel sushi, mochi, bubble tea, and yeah playing what they’re telling me should be a sold-out Tokyo Dome,” he replies with a coy smile.

“Holy shit Shawn,” you exclaim as you tackle hug him. “That’s like what 50,000 plus? Sweetie, that’s amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

It was months away, but you both take to sending each other links to places you’d want to try, or photos of what Tokyo looks like in the spring. You specifically asking for photos of the two of you wandering through the cherry blossoms. You were meeting him there this go. He’s coming into town off the Australia and southeast Asian swing, with Tokyo being the final show to wrap things up before a break. And it wasn’t one show, he sold out two. There was still Latin and South America, but that was after the holidays and nothing to worry about yet.

The energy in the Dome is intense, electric and nothing like you have experienced at any of his shows before. Everything was a glow, every single one of the fans in the seats singing along. You head side stage to where you’ve grown to watching most shows you’re on the road for. 

“Something else, eh?” Cez asks loudly to get over the crowd, throwing an arm around your shoulders and drawing you into his side.

You nod, your voice caught in your throat. You’re fighting back being this emotional, but this is unbelievable and that Rockstar up on stage? You get to call him yours.

Cez squeezes you tighter, “I know kiddo, I know. I still get that way even after being with him for this long. Come on, let’s go to the pit for the run.”

You follow, making sure your earplugs are securely in place. The roar is going to be deafening when he hits the straightaway. What you didn’t expect was for him to stop at the end, snag you around the waist, twirl you with a kiss before his usual heading back up for the rest of the finale.

“That’s so going to end up on Tumblr,” you scream at him as he sets you down, and you spy Connor laughing from behind the camera. He caught it all.

“Good, gifs abound showing how much I fucking love you,” he yells back, kissing you one more time before dashing back up to stage.

It takes forever to get through the folks who needed to say hello after the show, you saw him starting to wane after the third massive group that was being ushered into the green room. You caught Cez’s eye, nodding over towards Shawn.

He mouths on it to you and bless him, makes the group filter through quickly. As soon as they’re gone and the door is closing behind them, he collapses on the couch pulling you down next to him, head tipping into your shoulder.

“Hey Rockstar,” you whisper, kissing his temple.

“Mmmm, hi baby. Thank you for being here for here. Means everything,” he sighs, cuddling down into you.

“Always. It’s me and you versus the world, right? Hasn’t changed. Won’t change,” you reply, pressing a longer lingering kiss to his skin. “Go shower. Go change. I’ll even wait in your room for you. Then we’ll head back. Me, you, room service and that pretty piece of silk we found at the night market.”

“Yes please,” he murmurs, kissing you slowly, sweetly like it’s the only thing he wants to do.

“Off with you,” you nudge him up and push him towards the door. His hand reaches for yours immediately, lacing his fingers in tightly with yours.

Finally, when he is done and his team has been told that things have seem to be a bit calmer outside, you start to make your way towards the sprinter van.

“I need you two to hold on to each other, and to me if you can. More importantly to stay close to us,” Jake explains seriously pointing between him and Big Eddie, who was here in Tokyo for the last few days with the team. “We have to do a straight shot to the car. Still too many folks to stop kid, I’m sorry but I can’t risk it. Not with the missus with you.”

You’re not even engaged yet, but since moment one of meeting Jake, he’s taken to calling you the missus. You both nod, Shawn taking a hold of your hand tightly. “I got you,” he whispers.

It’s a crowd like you’ve ever seen post-show before. It’s seas of people on both sides of the barricades. The roar comes once they see him. It’s a swell.

“Fuck, this is not what calm should look like,” Jake mutters. “We’re running. Go go go.”

You tighten your grip on his hand. Jake’s in front, a hold on Shawn, then you with Eddie’s one hand on your shoulder. You somehow hear the metal clatter to the ground and the plastic cracking before you see the people start spilling over and reaching for all of you.

“Shit,” you hear, not sure who it was from, but you’re being pushed forward. The jostling makes you lose your grip on Shawn’s hand first, then the next thing you know people are getting their way in between you and you don’t feel Eddie at your back any longer. You try not to panic, but it’s a sea of complete strangers. You think about calling out for Jake or Eddie. Names that would stand out in the sea of fans’ clamoring. It’s not worth it to even try calling out for Shawn, the crowd is boisterous and already chanting his name. It only takes a few moments before someone realizes who you are. You think about pulling out your phone, but you know it would be a lost cause. You just need to try to keep pushing your way forward. You start to get pulled at, pushed back and forth and it’s hard at this point to not start tearing up. You keep trying to move towards what you think is the direction you were going in in the first place.

At the same time, Shawn is losing his shit inside the van.

“Jake, I don’t fucking care about my own damn safety right now, she’s out there in this shitstorm, and out there in this shitstorm alone,” he yells. “Let me out of here, I need to find her. I told her I had her, Jake. Fuck, I need to get to her.”

“Kid I get it, but you’re not going out there. We’ve got the whole damn team and some of the arena folks weeding through the crowd to get to her,” Jake tries to state calmly. “I can’t let you out there. Hell, I can’t leave you alone in here to go find her myself. You know that’s not safe.”

“Not good enough, if she’s not back in 5, hell in 2. I don’t care Jake; I’ll pop out the damn sunroof if I have to,” he replies, pulling at his hair. “If I promise not to move, stay here, will you go out there? Jake please, I trust you. She trusts you. I just, I can’t just sit here and not do everything I can for her.”

Jake wipes his face with his hand, “You don’t move a muscle you hear me? I’m locking you in the damn car to boot, so no climbing and going through the roof like you threatened.”

“Yes, I promise,” he nods, his eyes still wild from the adrenaline. “Jake, please just find her.”

Jake quickly slides the door open to duck out, locking it behind him.

He doesn’t know how long it’s been, maybe 4 or 5 minutes since Jake left, but it’s feeling like a lifetime. He keeps checking his phone, but he knows there’s no way if you’re lost in this that it’s not worth it to pull out your phone. There are three quick heavy knocks on the van door that has him shifting back against the opposite side. He’s not sure what’s going on. The driver’s side door opens first with the driver shifting into the seat, then Eddie opens the sliding door letting Jake in with you in his arms before slamming it shut behind him.

“Ok time to get gone,” Jake says to the driver as he slides you into Shawn’s hold. “She’s ok, shaken up for sure, rattled and she probably won’t be wearing that shirt again. She said no one went after her, couple folks started tugging a bit harder than normal once they figured out who she was.  But nothing bruised, broken or cut from what I can see or what she said. Was a good thing she threw her hair up after the show. I spotted that pineapple bun of hers in the sea of people. Got to her quickly after that.”

“Baby,” he says pulling you into him tightly, burying his face into your hair at first, then your neck. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m here now, I’m right here.”

You’re shaking, cold from the crash of emotions, adrenaline dissipating. You can’t help but start sniffing and holding onto him snugly, wrapping around him like a vine. He was warm and comfort and love, all you really want or need at the moment.

“Call Cez and Andrew, anything that was planned or thought about for the next couple days before we go back to Toronto that has anything to do with work is off the table. That’s not up for debate,” his voice hard. “This also cannot happen again. Ever. That was utter bullshit. They had nothing under control, and that’s a risk I’m not willing to take. This is my family and I’m not having it. I’ll call Louis myself if I have to, this…”

He trails off, the crash starting to hit on his side and the tears start to slowly fall.

“I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you sweetheart, I’m not going to let something like that ever happen again,” he bites out, trying not to cry harder. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry. You’re my everything, you know that yeah? You have me to protect you, always. I will protect you with my life.”

“He tried to fight me to get to you,” Jake chimes in quietly as the van speeds its way back to the hotel. “I just couldn’t let him. But this boy, he was ready to take me if he had to. He’d lay it out and down for you. I’m sorry too, missus. This shouldn’t have been the way this went down. We’ll make sure of it. You’re as much as my responsibility as this kid is, and…”

“’S not your fault,” you croak out, still leaning heavily into Shawn. “Any of you. Crowd control means different things everywhere, especially at a venue that size, and who knew the barricades were going to snap and break. It’s not ok that they basically lied to the team though, that’s what I’m angry about. I’m ok though, shaky and in desperate need of a shower and some sleep, but not broken, not cracked. Maybe just a little worse for wear.”

Shawn wraps you up tighter, “Whatever you need tonight, baby.”

Once you’re back in the hotel, Jake safely deposits the both of you into Shawn’s room. It’s dark and quiet and you just stand in the bedroom holding each other there for a few minutes.

“Shower with me?” you ask, shifting yourself against him tightly again. “Please?”

“Let me call down for some tea first? You go get the water warm,” he whispers against the top of your head.

“Hot chocolate? With Baileys and marshmallows?” you volley back, a half smile trying to creep up your lips.

“Of course, whatever’s gonna make you feel better tonight,” he squeezes you again, before nudging you towards the bathroom. “I’ll let you steal my Leafs shirt too.”

You finally exhale fully once you’re in the bathroom. You didn’t realize you had been holding your breath that long. Or at least that’s what it was feeling like. Setting the shower a little warmer than normal, you quickly strip everything off, tossing it into the corner to deal with later. Stepping under the rainfall showerhead, you start to feel everything just sliding away, tension, the dirt, your fears. Quickly you start to wash off head to toe. You didn’t realize you had started to cry until you heard his feet splash the water against the tile behind you.

“Baby,” he half sighs half cries out, before sliding under the water to press you against him. “Let it go, let it all out. Go head, I’m here. You’re safe, pretty girl. it’s just you and me.”

You feel him start to let his emotions out as well, shaky breaths giving him away. You both stay like that, fusing together until the water starts to cool, but it’s worth it for the feeling a little semblance of getting yourself back together. Both of you.

“Let’s go get into bed with your boozy cocoa yeah?” he asks, lips against your forehead.

As he bundles you up in a towel, you realize for the first time he’s yet to kiss you kiss you since everything. You’re not sure if it’s a conscious decision, part of you thinks it is. You watch him for a moment as he towels off his hair, another balancing precariously low on his hips. He catches you, his lips trying to quirk up into a smile but it’s not quite there. He beckons you closer and you go without question.

He takes a fresh towel to blot at your hair, carefully sopping as much of the moisture away as he could.

“Can I ask you something?” you ask carefully. “You realize you haven’t really kissed me since before we walked out of the venue earlier? Not like you, baby.”

He lays the towel he was using for your hair across your shoulders, flipping the damp tresses out from underneath it. He looks intently at you for a moment before his right palm comes up to cup your cheek, thumb carefully swiping back and forth across your skin. “I couldn’t, I just…” he started before his breath caught for a minute. “I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you. It wouldn’t have happened in the first place if you weren’t here with me.”

“Hey, hey, none of that,” you say, pressing a finger across his lips. “Accidents happen. They suck. Yes, and this one, it was scary and all that shit, but it’s done. It’s over. Can you please kiss me now? Please Shawn?”

He kisses the pad of your finger, his other hand coming up to rest against your other cheek. He draws you in closer, tilting his forehead down to rest against yours. He starts slowly, softly. A whisper of a kiss across your lips, almost so light you don’t feel it at first. Then a stronger of a press before pulling away, nuzzling your nose with his. “I love you,” he whispers before letting go and really kissing you. It’s bruising, deep and wet; his tongue relentless. He’s letting everything he’s felt through this all out in this kiss. When he pulls away, you sling your arms around his waist to hold him. You head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat in your ears.

“This wasn’t your fault,” you remind him, pressing your lips against his chest. “Sweetheart, I’m here. I’m ok. We’ll take care of the logistical clusterfuck tomorrow. But for now, what I’d like? Since you said anything I need tonight. I want, I need you to love me Shawn. That’s all I’ll ever want from you, is your love.”

[violetsandfluff]

Streak 🔥

Cute little sad little Shawn fluff. Word count: 736

You were so lonely without Shawn. Video calls and streak pictures really couldn’t help. They were nothing in comparison to the warm, full feeling you got when he was with you.

He has taken to calling you first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, no matter how early or late it is in Toronto. That morning, he called you at 3:00 am and discovered that you had been sobbing into his pillow all night.

He saw your blotchy, tear-stained face and the sweatshirt of his you were wearing. He saw the tissues that littered the pillow, and you laying on his side of the bed.

“Y/N, Lovebug,” he said gently upon seeing you crying. “What’s wrong? Can you tell me?”

You shook your head and he didn’t push it. Instead, he changed the subject. “Andrew told me last night that he’s flying you out a week from today! Aren’t you excited?”

This news sent a fresh wave of hot tears down your face and Shawn’s face looked so pained you wanted to laugh.

“Y/N,” he sighed. “What’s going on?”

“Homesick,” was all you managed to choke out.

“Why do you feel homesick?”

“Because you’re not here. I feel... heartsick. My heart doesn’t feel good.”

“I miss you, Baby girl, but I’ll get to see you so soon. You know that, right?”

You nodded sullenly and he smiled. “Hey,” he said, suddenly upbeat and happy. “You wanna know what I can do?”

He continued when you nodded your head.

“I’ll send you a picture every chance I get. You can see where I am, what I’m doing, who I’m with, everything! Then it’s just like you’re with me. Sound like a good idea?” You nodded.

“I want pictures from you too, Cutie. It’s gotta be mutual.” The smile that was forming rapidly on his face was enough to break your stone wall.

“I love you, Shawn. I’m so excited to get to see you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

“I just love you. I mean, I love you, love you.”

“I do to. Listen. I have to go for this morning. I’ll send you all sorts of pictures, though,” he winked.

“Pinky promise.”

You held your pinky up to your camera as well, imagining that you were hooking it around Shawn’s.

About an hour later, you received a message from him. It was a cute picture of him blowing you a kiss. The sentiment was cute but he could have chosen anything else to do. It made you crave the warm sensation of his soft lips even more.

Then there was a picture of him with a fish filter on. This made you giggle a little bit until you remembered how badly you wanted to squish his cute little cheeks.

Several more pictures followed; selfies, landscapes, and a picture of his sandaled feet walking along the pavement.

You wanted so desperately to be with him. You wanted to kiss his pink little lips until they were swollen. You wanted to squish his sweet little cheeks until they were bruised and your fingers were stress-strained. You wanted to bury your face in his neck and breathe him in until you were lightheaded from oxygen deprivation.

The snapchats kept up all week and when it was finally time for your flight out to Shawn’s arms, you almost cried for how surreal it felt. You would be seeing for the first time in forever. His arms, lips, face, neck, and body would be all yours. You would get as many steamy kisses as he could give.

The second you stepped off the plane, you were in his arms, your face buried in his shoulder. “Shawn,” you sobbed. “I missed you so much!”

“You too, Baby,” Shawn said, tearing up a bit himself. “I’ve got a present for you!” “What is it?” you asked into his chest.

“What do you want it to be?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want some kisses, snuggles, a shower, anything?”

“Yes!” you cried excitedly. “All of the above!”

Shawn’s rosy cheeks lit up and he smiled with all of his beautiful pearly teeth. “Love you, Baby girl. My darling. Such a cutie...”

You had barely gotten into the car that would take you back to his condo when he took your head

in his hands and began kissing you nonstop. “I’m hungry.”

“For what, Lovebug?”

“You.”

[thecurlsofgod]

FLUFFY FRIDAY

Hi! To get back in writing, I'm deciding to answer some fluff requests!

I'm thinking about doing this every week as well!

I have a feeling I won't get many asks, but if you want to send something in.. feel free!

I'M WRITING FOR

Luke Hemmings

Ashton Irwin

Calum Hood

Harry Styles

Niall Horan

Shawn Mendes

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

Charles Blackwood

Chris Evans

Ransom Drysdale

Henry Cavill

Tom Holland

[kneedeepinfandoms]

PLEASE SEND IMAGINE REQUESTS!

I want to write a bunch of fluffy imagines leading up to my 18th birthday in a few weeks. (25th July). You can still request angst, I just wont be completing those angsty requests until AFTER my birthday. I'll try to get to as many as possible! depending on how many requests I get.

AGAIN, If you would like to know who I write for! then check my requesting rules I have on my profile.

~Ellie

[forevermoreale]

Shawn FaceTimed his mum before he went the met gala 🥺🖤