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captainsjack · 4 years ago

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here’s something no one asked for: hcs for shawn & gus based on this post:

who hogs the duvet: shawn. somehow, without fail, he gets himself wrapped up in the blankets like a burrito. he doesn’t mean to, maybe he’s unknowingly always cold at night, but he always somehow manages to get tangled. normally, gus would be annoyed, because, well, who wants to sleep without blankets, that’s no fun. but shawn also always sleeps practically on top of gus, one hand clutching gus’s shirt. (that was something that had been constant since they were kids - whenever they had sleepovers, squished in either of their beds, shawn would always latch onto gus in his sleep). so, even though gus has less than 5% of the blankets, he’s never actually cold, because he has shawn wrapped around him.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going: both. and neither. shawn and gus see each other for more than 90% of the day (canonically too), so there’s really no reason to text and call each other that much. but if they’ve split up for a case, they’ll check in, or if gus is at work, shawn will text him memes or cute dogs he’s seen throughout the day. these idiots can’t go 3 seconds without talking to each other (as we’ve seen in the psych 1 movie trailer, helLO), so it’s a guarantee that they’re either always together in person, or having some sort of conversation/meme sharing exchange over text, or are on the phone when gus has a break from work.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts: honestly, both. i don’t know what constitutes as ‘creative,’ but they’re both over the top thoughtful with their gifts. shawn knows everything there is to know about gus, and he remembers every small, insignificant, off handed, comment he’s made about things he likes. so shawn will track down that specific, first edition, one of a kind, comic book from the 50′s or something, that gus mentioned half-heartedly five years ago. (gus is, always, without fail, speechless that shawn managed to buy something so rare, and the fact that he remembered in the first place). gus is a romantic. he’ll plan a surprise vacation for them, or a super nice dinner, or he’ll get concert tickets to a band he knows shawn loves even though he can’t stand them. for gus, it’s always about the experience, since he knows shawn will at some point lose almost everything he’s given. (although he always gives a pineapple with his gift too).

who gets up first in the morning: gus (of course). he goes to work early, and meets shawn at psych later. but, when he has the day off, shawn won’t let him get out of bed until at least 11. gus doesn’t complain.

who suggests new things in bed: shawn. well, he’s the one that brings it up at least. he’s gotten really good at being able to tell when something excites gus - the way his vision darkens, shoulders tense, he unconsciously sucks in his lower lip just a bit. usually, it’s from a scene in a movie (princess leia in the gold bikini anyone?) or maybe it’s one of the costumes shawn has to wear for a case (american duos, cowboy!shawn, etc). either way, shawn can tell when gus is turned on by something new, and he’ll either surprise gus later, or he’ll pause the movie right then, hands already working on gus’s fly. (gus doesn’t get how shawn always just knows, but he’s definitely, definitely not complaining).

who cries at movies: gus. he’s a sympathetic crier, ok? he can’t help it. shawn finds it amusing every time, but then gus will just say “princess bride” and shawn shuts up. (for some reason, that’s the one movie shawn cries during, and he’s always thought he hid it well, but apparently gus has know this whole time).

who gives unprompted massages: both. when shawn gets particularly bad headaches (sensory overload), he’ll lay on gus’s lap and gus will massage his temples. when gus is stressed about a presentation or test or something, shawn will forget about whatever he’s in the middle of doing and automatically massage his shoulders.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick: again, both. it started when gus got a bad cold one winter. shawn fussed over him in typical shawn fashion, but he also couldn’t stay away, no matter how much gus told him to go so he wouldn’t get sick himself. when gus is sick, shawn curls up next to him, kisses his face, his lips, his shoulders, and eventually gets sick himself (it’s not his fault, ok? he really, really does try to stay away. but.. it’s gus. he can’t. you can’t blame him). then eventually gus recovers, and it’s his turn to take care of shawn. it’s happened so often, that whenever one of them gets sick, it’s easier for them to both just take the week off and be sick together.

who gets jealous the easiest: canonically, both. before they got together, they each had an unhealthy jealousy of the person the other one was dating. i definitely don’t need to go into detail here, just watch the show. however, this subsides once they do actually start dating. they’re both the most important person in each others’ lives, and have been for four decades. there’s a level of trust there that can’t really be compared to anything. so once the threat of a significant other (one that’s not either shawn or gus) is out of the way, there’s no reason for jealousy. they have each other and that’s all they’ve ever wanted.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music: shawn. he likes to think he’s cool, but when it comes to music, he listens to the most embarrassing things.

who collects something unusual: gus. we’re told in 2x03 that he collects coins (although coins aren’t really that unusual). something cute i noticed though, is that in 2x09, after it’s established gus collects coins, shawn and gus are playing hangman during a case, and shawn draws the stick figure as gus. when he shows the drawing to gus, the stick figure has a high top fade, and has a little speech bubble (or it could be a thought bubble, idk) that says “i love coins!”. anyway, i just thought that was absolutely adorable. for shawn, it’s not technically a collection, but he’s saved everything gus has ever given him for the past 40 years. for some reason, he’s super careful with gus’s stuff, but will have to go out and buy new socks multiple times a month because he keeps losing them.

who takes the longest to get ready: gus. he has a process, ok? the only thing shawn really does to get ready is his hair, and that doesn’t even take long. somehow, every morning without fail, shawn will be waiting in the living room for an extra 20 minutes waiting for gus to get ready. he doesn’t get it. (also when they first get together, it’s almost impossible for either of them to actually get ready because they keep getting distracted by each other and every 5 minutes they just end up making out).

who is the most tidy and organized: gus (duh). he has systems, and routines, and rules, and everything has to be done a Certain Way. shawn, of course, is the complete opposite. it’s not that he doesn’t care, really, it’s just that, well, either he forgets, or there’s something else that he’d rather be doing. this becomes a problem when they finally move in together. gus (rightfully so) gets annoyed at shawn’s utter lack of respect for the house and their belongings (like jackets strewn across chairs, shoes not on the shoe rack, dishes left on the table). eventually, gus makes a chore chart. shawn makes fun of him for it at first, but then gus gives him his don’t-even-play-with-me-shawn-you’re-never-going-to-win-this-argument look, and shawn shuts up. it takes a while for shawn to get used to the schedule and to actually remember to do things, but eventually they create a rhythm that works, and gus relaxes.

who gets most excited about the holidays: both. every holiday. they’ve always done over the top things together their whole lives - whether it was christmas, thanksgiving, halloween, or new years. the psych office and their apartment are always decorated with the tackiest and most extravagant decorations. since they were kids, they’ve always spent hours on end decorating each others’ houses together. now they get to decorate their own house.

who’s the big spoon/little spoon: it depends. when they’re watching a movie, either they’ll lay on the couch together and gus will be the little spoon, or they’ll be sitting up, and shawn will curl into gus’s side, head on his shoulder (gus’s head resting atop his), shawn’s arm hugging gus’s waist. if they’re in bed, they both kind of spoon each other. they lay facing each other, legs intertwined, gus’s arm wrapped around shawn’s waist. shawn will have his head buried in the crook of gus’s neck, while the both of them share his pillow. shawn’s hand either rests on gus’s upper-arm squished between the two of them, or he’ll be holding onto gus’s shirt. gus’s lips and nose will be squished against shawn’s forehead and shawn will smile into gus’s skin. however, sometimes shawn gets into bed later than gus, and when he does, he wraps an arm over gus side, and gus’s hand finds shawn’s in his sleep, and he interlaces their fingers and pulls shawn’s hand to his chest. shawn presses a soft kiss against gus’s shoulder and gus leans back into him. they both move around a lot during the night, but when they wake up, either gus will be on top of shawn, clinging to him like a koala, or vice versa. their cuddling takes many forms, but no matter what, shawn and gus are always wrapped up in each other.

who gets the most competitive when playing games and/or sports: gus. it’s not fair - shawn’s memory and observational skills give him an advantage. whether they’re playing those road trip dog/license plate/letter spotting games, or cards, or whatever, shawn, without fail, always wins. they’ve had to take a few hiatuses along the years after gus got particularly frustrated. however, when shawn cheats, gus always knows and then that game is banned too. they also play trivia games, and those are the ones that only gus wins. shawn gets just as upset as gus does when he loses, and that adds to their collection of Games We’re Not Playing For An Undisclosed Amount Of Time. also, shawn and gus have game nights with juliet and her girlfriend. it’s the only time they at least try to be civil, and most nights go off without a hitch (until they get home and either shawn or gus starts pouting). one of their favorite games to play is catch phrase. shawn and gus always win because they share one (1) collective brain cell and therefore only need to so much as look at each other before the other guesses the word. juliet and her girlfriend have banned that game many times as well.

who starts the most arguments: trivial, light-hearted bickering? both, always, all the time. they love it. actual, real arguments? almost never. the only arguments they’ve had are canon. shawn sleeping with joy, obsessive jealousy, destruction of relationships, whatever else has been mentioned. i honestly can’t think of anything they’d argue over. but if they do, they’re mature about it. 40 years of trust and communication allows for mature dialogue when either of them is upset. if they need to, one of them (mostly gus) will leave to cool down before they talk. but they always communicate when they're leaving (if they do) because of shawn’s fear of abandonment. the arguments never last long, and they’re honest about their feelings. the make up sex is particularly great (because like i said, these idiots can’t go 3 seconds without each other).

who suggests that they buy a pet: neither. they don’t mean to. they’re on one of their monthly bunny petting dates, and somehow - neither of them know - they walk out with a pet bunny and about a dozen toys. they name him mr. floppingtons the 3rd.

what tv shows they watch together: saturday morning cartoons. since they were five, they’ve always gotten up early together and watched them, cuddled on the couch, eating pancakes.

what other couple they hang out with: jules and her girlfriend. lassie and marlowe. sometimes the chief and her husband, or mcnab and his wife. ya know, all canon things.

how they spend their time together as a couple: the same way they’ve been spending time together for the past four decades (it takes everyone at the station about a month to even realize they’re dating now). except now they get to make out and cuddle, which makes everything 1000x better. when they first get together though, it’s hard to actually get anything done around the office. they set out with good intentions - really, they do - but it’s just so hard to work with your boyfriend without getting distracted. especially when you’ve spent the last 20 years pining over him. you can’t blame them, really.

who made the first move: don’t even ask me this, i have way too many ideas. it could’ve been 2x11 (after the whole mira thing), 3x02 (shawn’s fucking “are you kidding me, he was voted most likely to succeed. you think he’s going to date me?” you’re telling me gus didn’t ask him about that? bc boy was obviously shook). or 3x08 (gus canonically tells shawn he loves him when he’s taken hostage. shawn tries to bolt into the bank when he learns gus is in there. so much heartbreak and tension in this ep oh my god). or 3x09 (shawn let’s it slip that he only slept with joy because gus wasn’t there, so what was he supposed to do? “wait, you’re telling me this had something to do with me?” “...no”). or 4x09 (this is self explanatory, i mean shawn literally is kidnapped and shot. also how cute/heartbreaking would it have been if he called gus instead of jules). 4x11 (the whole ruby thing, i mean, come on). 4x13 (the last 7 mins of this is just gus heartbroken that shawn is confessing to jules. i mean, this guy tries to prevent shawn from telling her he loves her...). or oh my god 5x02 (goddamned gay cinema here when shawn sees gus tap dance. “that’s my partner!” uh,, shawn, buddy, literally no one in the audience knows you work together, now they all think you’re dating. you’re telling me, shawn wouldn’t have just grabbed gus and kissed him on the way to the blueberry because his love was just exploding out of him? ok.). and all the fake dating for a case to love confessions tropes??? buddy i could write novels for these two. also any time any one of them has a girlfriend, i bet the other is so obvious with their jealousy it just leads to accidental love confessions. or a “kiss me before we die?” “you can get the kiss when we survive - so move!” thing?? HOW DID I LEAVE OUT 5x16 !!!! gus’s “i don’t blame you” confession turns into a “i’ve been in love with you for 20 years and i’m not dying without telling you” confession!!!! or we can even go so far back as to shawn and gus dated in high school and then shawn left abruptly and there’s angst. and then he comes back to sb and they talk and they’re friends again and then oh, wait, i’ve never actually stopped loving you these past 7 years, fuck, what now? and then we get a married since before s1 au. or au where gus doesn’t follow shawn to san fran and they’re both miserable and shawn breaks up with jules and goes back to him and gus has a hard time forgiving him because shawn fucking left again. OH WAIT HOW DID I FORGET ABOUT THE RACHEL THING!!! i haven’t seen that ep in forever but remember when henry tells gus that gus is the most important person in shawn’s life and shawn doesn’t want to share him and that’s why he sabotaged gus’s relationship?? cue gus putting everything together and marching right over to shawn and kissing the crap out of him. ALSO gus stops shawn’s wedding when the preacher says “speak now or forever hold your peace.” OR au where gus is getting married and shawn stops his wedding. or literally any possibility of them almost dying and them confessing to each other. someone stop me i’m just spilling all my wips right now. see there’s too many possibilities for these fucking idiots i-

who brings home flowers: shawn. he’ll be walking somewhere and just pick up flowers that remind him of gus or that he thinks gus will like. by the end of the day, he’ll have collected a little bouquet (half wilted) and he’ll give them gus to in passing, with a soft kiss on the cheek. it’s something he does without thinking, and something that brings tears to gus’s eyes everytime.

who is the best cook: gus. if they’re not ordering out (which is rare), gus does the cooking. once, shawn tried to surprise gus with breakfast in bed and almost burned down the house. now he’s only allowed to watch.

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zankivich · 5 years ago

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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 12.5

*Shawn’s point of view*

There’s no snow on the ground in Georgia is the first thing he notices. The second thing he notices is that y/n and him have polar opposite upbringings. She takes him to a house that he has to bend down for his head to clear the doorway. The length from the driveway to the front door is a shorter distance than it took for him to get to his room growing up, and the neighborhood of houses looks nothing like the acres of land his father owned. But the second they enter the house there’s music playing. Al Green seems to blast from every corner in the kitchen. Despite the fact that there’s no snow on the ground, the house couldn’t be filled with more warmth. There are voices that carry from the kitchen with laughter and joy and snarkiness. It’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced in his life.

She holds his hand and pulls him deeper into the house towards the sound of the music and the laughter. In the kitchen there’s a group of women all sitting around a table cooking various foods. One’s got a potato peeler and sweet potatoes. One is busy mixing butter into flour with her hands. Another seems to be chopping vegetables. There’s an older lady who sits at the table simply overlooking everyone else. But none of them are y/n’s mom, and he knows that immediately because they look just alike. Her mother was at the stove with a big spoon and an even bigger pot mixing what smelled awfully similar to y/n’s famous greens. They had the same cheek bones and the same smile and the same hips, though her mom’s were fuller. If the similarities in likeness didn’t do it, the way each of them screeched upon eye contact surely would’ve connected the dots.

“MY BABY!” She cried dropping her spoon into the pot and making a b-line straight for y/n.

“MOMMY!”

They embraced and squeezed and jumped and cheered just to each other. It was the happiest he’d ever seen her. And he loved every second of it. All of the nerves from the car completely faded away as he watched his girlfriend get this special moment with her mother. And he knew immediately that they’d done the right thing in coming. This is exactly what she needed.

“You look beautiful.” Her mom giggled squeezing her cheeks and moving down to prod at the rest of her body. “And...thin. What they feeding you in that city girl?”

y/n rolled her eyes. “Momma I can take care of myself. I been telling you that for years.”

“Mhm and I been telling you for years that there’s no pain in letting others help your stubborn big head out.”

He chuckled at the joke, alerting the room to his presence. And that’s when everything shifted.

The entire room turned to look at him. The lady with the sweet potato stopped peeling. Her mom’s eyes widened. The older lady at the table stares at him in a way that makes him feel small, smaller than he ever has in his life. Suddenly he’s sweating. Has he always been sweating? Oh God. Thankfully y/n comes to the rescue.

She steps back over to him and wraps her arms around one of his.

“Everyone this is Shawn. He’s my boyfriend. If you break him, you deal with me. Shawn this my auntie Debrah, my auntie Janet, my auntie Carolin, and my grandma Gina. And that’s my mommy Audre.”

He cleared his throat and threw on his best smile holding up the peace offering he brought in the form of alcohol.

“Hello. Thank you so much for having me in your home for the holidays. I think if I tried to cook for the two of us I might have burnt the place down, and y/n surely would’ve killed me before the fire did.”

Grandma Gina laughs. It’s a big belly laugh for such a tiny woman. She was the same complexion as Audre except with silver hair that went all the way down her back in a neat braid. Even if she was small, she was far from frail, her hands resting on a cane that she knocked into the floor as she laughed. Everyone else turned to her, and it was as if once he received her approval the rest of the room dissolved into laughter as well. He released a big breath and leaned into y/n’s side. They might not hate him after all.

Audre walks over to the two of them and gives him a look over from head to toe. He feels small again. He never needed to be liked so much in his life. He peered over at y/n who was smiling hesitantly at her mother like she was just begging her to like him. He wanted to ask if he should get on his knees or something.

“This one hmm?” She asked.

Y/n looked up at him and smiled warmly before nodding at her mother like a child picking out their pet at the pet shop. He smiled at Audre and nodded too.

Audre snorted. “Oh lord. Okay. I’m Audre. You can call me Audre.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you Audre.”

He moved away from y/n just long enough to hug her and was surprised at the warmth that she could bring to a touch. Like mother like daughter apparently.

“Oh y/n, this boy is just as bony as can be too!” Audre complained poking at his stomach. “Even more so!”

He chuckled. “Ma’am I have forty-two percent muscle mass.”

“Good for you. We’ll make sure to change that today. Pull him up a seat y/n before he wastes away.”

“Oh lord.”

“Yea, y/n pull me up a seat before I waste away.” He grinned.

She unabashedly punched him in the arm and went to take off her coat.

“Boy yo legs ain’t broken. Get your own chair.”

Ah yes. He’d forgotten completely who he was dating. Woops.

He finds that “home y/n” is one of his favorites. She pulls up her sleeves and joins her mom at the stove and it’s like she’s completely in her element. He learns that in her family the women all come together to cook. It’s always at Audre’s house every year, and no one is allowed into the house until all the food has been cooked and is ready to eat. By the time the night was over, the house would be full of every family member in town and all those who could make it from out. They assured him there would barely be space to sit, but they all found a way. For them Christmas day was spent with immediate family and then everyone would come together for a meal. It wasn’t about presents, but just being able to be together.

They all love her so much. Auntie Carolin and Auntie Debrah just ask her questions about work and the city and all the incredible things that she gets to do. And y/n couldn’t be more humble. She stays away from the after parties and the jets and focuses on what matters. She told them the story of Normani crying in her dressing room after the VMAs, how she was the first black woman to win her award in nearly a decade. She told them about being in the studio and watching people create, getting to be apart of something bigger than herself. And he can see it in their faces. There’s no jealousy, or ill will in anyway. They’re so incredibly happy and proud of everything that she does. It makes his stomach and his heart feel full to watch people who know just how amazing she is. And she is. It’s overwhelming even more so than usual.

“Here, taste this.” She hummed plopping down on his lap with a big wooden spoon.

It was the sweet potatoes from earlier in this wonderful concoction of brown sugar and cinnamon and butter. He groaned around the spoon.

“That’s amazing.” He sighed. “When can I eat it?”

“How your forty-two percent muscle mass ass eats so much I will never understand. Let me see if I can sneak you some.”

“K. Love you, sweetheart.”

“Yea, I love you too bighead.”

“I heard you got a big head too.” He argued.

“Yea and if you ever wanna see anything besides my big head I suggest you forget what you heard. And swiftly.” She smiled.

“Sounds like a plan!”

“That’s what I thought!”

God he loved her.

***

*Y/n’s point of view*

Fifteen minutes. You left for fifteen minutes to go to the bathroom and scrub the pie crust from underneath your fingernails. Only to come back to your boyfriend Disney prince-ing your whole entire family! Tina Turner’s greatest hits had matriculated into the line up of music and Shawn was taking turns twirling every woman in the kitchen around the room. You watched as he somehow managed to get your grandmother out of her chair and into his arms so that he could waltz her slowly around the kitchen table. Every single one of those women had turned into gushing teenaged girls. It was absolutely pathetic. And incredibly on par with your reaction to him as well. Where had they made him at?!

You stepped gently up to your grandmother, fingers easing softly onto her shoulders as she leaned back to smile at you.

“Can I steal him for a second grandma?”

She nodded warmly. “Girl go on ahead. My hip was starting to hurt.”

He helped her back to her seat and accepted the kiss on the cheek that she gave him before coming back to you. His arms, long and warm, tugged you into his hold as he twirled the two of you gently back and forth. Neither of you would notice the way your nosy ass family watched every second, but that’s okay. You ran your fingers through his hair and played with the curls until they were big and fluffy the way you liked.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” You asked him.

He grinned. “I told you I’d win them over. I’m charming, honey; what can I say?”

“The ego on you.” You snorted. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Me neither. I question how I managed to get you just about every day.”

Okay that one was smooth.

“I think it was when you let me sleep over for the first time.” You hummed.

His eyes widened at the revelation of you actually having an answer to his question.

“Excuse me?”

“Do you remember?” You paused to lower your voice. “When we did the ropes for the first time? You let me stay. We did something totally new that neither of us had ever done before. And it was amazing and we took care of each other, but it was still a little overwhelming. I didn’t even have to say anything, but you let me stay. And you pretended to cook too many eggs the next morning so I would have breakfast. I think that’s the first time you really got me.”

He smiled warmly and pushed his head deeper against your fingers.

“I was terrified of hurting you. I just wanted everything to go right, and I wanted you to feel good and only for it hurt if that meant it still felt good. And also you looked so cute when you were sleeping I couldn’t just let you leave without breakfast.”

“See? You cared about me.” You grinned.

“I always cared about you, y/n. Always.”

“Yea. Now that I think I about it, I think I did too.”

“Good.”

He presses your lips together like it’s nothing. Like your whole matriarch isn’t there. But when his lips are soft and warm and moving against yours, it’s hard to care about much else.

***

It should have come as no surprise that the rest of your family would love Shawn just the same. He happily jumped into the rough housing of all the younger kids, carrying two of your cousins on either of his arms through the living room while another one held onto his leg. Everything about him was perfect. And it’s not that you didn’t know that, didn’t know that you loved him and loved all of the things about him besides the parts that you didn’t. It’s just that he fell into your life so easily. He made himself at home and he picked up right where everything else left off. And you didn’t know how but it made you feel good.

You were standing at the entraway way of the living room by the kitchen watching him with your arms crossed when your mom came up to lean against you.

“Hmm...He’s a nice one isn’t he?” She hummed against your shoulder.

You nodded. “He really is.”

“Is he...the one?”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh momma!”

“I’m just asking. Girl, I want some grandbabies. And the last person you brought home to meet me was in high school. I might not get another chance.”

You let your face fall into your hands in mortification. Dating in your thirties was tough. No matter how progressive the country might--or might not--be, family always complicated things. Your mom was of an era where marriage was a thing that you did no matter if you were in love or not. Cue the fact that you hadn’t seen your father since you were eight. You in all of your confidence and all of your womanhood, didn’t see marriage nor children as requirements. They didn’t even exactly scream appealing to you. You’d be happy with your apartment and maybe, at some point, a cat. That was really your goal, your happy place. It just so happened that maybe Shawn complicated that a bit for you.

“He’s young.” You murmured watching him get tackled down to the ground by children. “He’s not even twenty-five yet. He’s got no idea what he wants.”

“Is that so? So y’all are really just playing around huh?”

You paused and looked over your shoulder at your mother. You shook your head hesitantly.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

She tilted her head in question. “Then what would you say, y/n?”

“I...I don’t know. I’d say we’re really enjoying each other’s company. I’d say we’re very serious about actively making each other happy and working to co-exist together because we enjoy each other so much. But it’s not like he wants to move in with me, or start a life with me. I don’t want to ask that of him.”

“Now which is it? Is it he’s not ready, or you don’t want to ask him if he’s ready?”

“It’s...It’s...dammit momma, why you always gotta ask questions?” You whined.

“Because I am pushing sixty child and I want some grandbabies! Before I die.” She huffed.

You rolled your eyes again and turned back over your shoulder only to catch Shawn staring at you with a similar level of fondness that you had for him. He tilted his head in ask that things were going okay. All you could do was nod and smile. He didn’t need to stress about your mother being crazy. That was your job.

***

Aretha Franklin plays in the background. You’re sat on the floor together with the tree in the background. It’s quiet with all of your extended family long gone. Your mother fast asleep, it was time for you and Shawn to finally share presents with one another. You, in one of his sweatshirts and leggings after the long day. Him in another and those plaid sweats of his that you really liked. His hair is pulled back with a headband and it makes you smile. He hums Natural Woman to you as he sets a box in your palm.

“This one, I just thought was pretty. It’s not a big deal, okay?” He murmured.

“Okay, okay. Gimme!” You whined.

They were hoops. Big ass hoops. Big ass, rose gold diamond encrusted hoops. It was like he knew the way to your heart and had every intention of nestling himself there.

“Wow. They’re beautiful! Jesus, Shawn.”

“You like ‘em?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Of course I do, are you kidding me?”

“Good. That makes me happy”

You kissed him in thanks, his arms wrapped tight around your waist.

“I love you.” You murmured handing him a gift of his own. “I hope you like this. I thought it was pretty too.”

Shawn’s watches were one of his most important accessories among many. You’d grown incredibly fond of the sound of his watch hitting the dresser when he undressed for the night. It always meant he was there to stay with you. And it always meant he was yours for the night. So, getting him a watch felt like the obvious choice. But, this wasn’t just any watch. Shawn’s watches were usually bulky and flashy, an ode to his father no doubt. This watch on the other hand came with a fine, black leather band that was more classic and refined. The face was large in a similar fashion to more contemporary brands. It was rose gold and this beautiful rich navy blue color. It was so gorgeous you’d thought about keeping it for yourself. Instead, you figured you’d rather look at it on his wrist instead.

“Shit, babe this is beautiful. This must’ve cost you a fortune.” He gasped. “This is for me?”

“‘Course it is. What other bighead is sitting in this room?”

He whined. “Damn, you bought it for yourself? That’s tough.”

“Rude!”

“What, you can call me bighead, but I can’t call you bighead?” He smiled placing his watch to the side so that he could stalk closer to you.

You pouted at him. “Exactly.”

“That doesn’t seem very fair, my love.” He chuckled before sobering. “Thank you. It’s amazing. I love you.”

He kissed you again. You decided to not be mad at him anymore. For now.

Amongst the other things you’d gotten for each other was an envelope. He pulls you into his lap and wraps his legs around yours in warmth and protection. His body seems to touch yours at all points, and when you lean into him it feels like home. More so than being home. How could that be?

“Promise me you won’t freak.” He murmured when you went to reach for the envelope.

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Promise.”

“No! What are you trying to get me to promise? What’s in there?”

He smiled. “Nothing bad.”

“I told you no islands, Shawn.” You whined.

“It’s not an island, sweetheart.”

“Or a country. Or any ridiculously large piece of land. Or anything more than my rent.”

He rolled his eyes and nuzzled his head into yours until his curls covered your face and you couldn’t speak.

“I actually didn’t spend anything at all. Now will you hush and open the damn envelope?”

“Hmm. Give it here.”

You reached for the envelope, your finger sliding under the paper to rip it open. Inside was just a piece of paper. No island. No car. No country. You frowned down at the sheet in confusion. It was a listing. And at first you thought he’d bought you a new place to live, which truly would have been quite ridiculous. But, no. He was right; he hadn't bought anything. He actually sold something instead.

“You--you sold your place.” You mumbled in shock.

“I did.” He nodded. “Part of our trip wasn’t just about us getting away and having fun. I also needed the movers to be able to have access to my apartment.”

“Oh Shawn. You really, really didn’t need to do that for me.”

“No, I--I very much did. And I didn’t need you to ask, okay? What happened there, what that guy did...I could never ask you to go back there. And I don’t want to. It was easy to leave. Trust me. I couldn’t stomach living there anymore either way. It was really for the both of us.”

You turned in his arms so that you could better view him. He immediately reached for your cheeks just as you reached for his. You each seemed to sigh in relief at the touch of the other.

“I can’t believe you’d do that for me.” You whispered eyes dampening against your will.

He smiled, eyes big and clear and so warm. His oversized thumb wipe at a tear that trailed down your cheek before he kissed any traces left behind.

“I’d do anything for you. I thought I’d made that clear by now.”

“You have. Come here.”

His arms around you tug until your more in his lap then on the ground. His lips find yours and your arms tangle the two of you further together. He kisses you so sweet that you’d be weak in the knees if you even attempted to stand. His tongue is soft, and it feels like a dream when his hands trace your body as well. It’s not the usual charge of lust and trying to crawl inside one another. This one is just sweet, just feels like holding each other close and nurturing each other. It feels so perfect. It’s a very merry christmas.

“Thank you.” You told him when it was all set and done. “I think this is the best christmas I’ve had in years.”

“Good. Just wanna make my baby happy is all. Seems like you make me happy every day, least I can do is repay the favor, right?”

“Yea well you do that and then some.”

When all the paper has been torn and your gifts have been open, all that’s left to do is drink hot chocolate at your mother’s kitchen table and sneak pieces of pie and left over ham. It’s without a doubt the best christmas you’ve ever had. And it’s entirely because of him.

“Hey...Where are you gonna live now?” You asked around your mug.

“Oh, you know that high rise over by the coffee shop you like to go to in the morning?”

Your eyes widened.

“You didn’t.”

He shrugged. “I did. It’s like ten grand cheaper than what I was spending, and I heard really hot women hangout at the coffee shop. There’s a gym there too. So you know, I was really being selfish.”

“Shawn I could...I could walk to your place.”

He nodded and reached for your hand.

“Is that...okay? I don’t want you to think I’m encroaching on your space. I know how much that means to you. I just want you to know that my space can be your space too ya know? If you want. I’ll be around.”

“Uggggggggh! You gotta stop that!” You whined quickly butting your head into his shoulder.

“What?! What’d I do?”

“You can’t be so sweet that you make me feel things like I’m thirteen again! It’s gross. It makes me feel all fluttery and bubbly. I am a woman dammit.”

He only laughed at you like the jackass that you were and tugged you deeper into his arms across your chair.

“You’ve made me feel fluttery since I met you, and I’m not ashamed of it. I like that I can make you feel good. That’s all I wanna do.”

There was simply nothing else you could say to a man that looked the way that your boyfriend did saying the things that your boyfriend said. All that one could do was to pick up the leftover pie from the table and shove it in his face. And run of course. That you could do too.

“Oh you are in so much trouble!” He huffed from across the table where you now stood, poised and ready to leap. “And not the kind you like!”

You leaned on the chair laughing at the whip cream that covered Shawn’s face and eyes.

“You look pastier than normal!”

He shook his head and wiped the remaining pie off of his face before reaching his hands out towards you.

“Come here, y/n.”

“No.”

“Come on. You know what’s coming.”

“If you touch me, I will tell my momma.”

“You better call her then!” He grunted lunging after you.

You quickly turned and ran through the house like the child only he could make you feel like.

“MOMMA!”

***

The morning you had to leave for the airport, you woke up without a boyfriend. Your fingers had programmed a tendency of their own to go searching for him upon wake up, but when they came up empty all you could do was frown at the space on the pillow where his head had once been. Before you could get too annoyed though you felt the warmth of breath between your thighs that with ease made your legs part. Turns out he wasn’t far after all.

“Babe.” You smiled back arching as you stretched. “What are you doin’?”

You felt his tongue trace your thighs before he popped out, curls first from beneath the covers.

“Just wanted to start the day right. With my favorite thing to have for breakfast.” He grinned pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “You.”

You rolled your eyes and definitely shifted your hips to be closer to him.

“You know if my mom caught us, we’d both be dead right? And you first?”

“Guess you’ll have to be a good girl and be quiet for me. Or do I need to give you something to focus on instead?”

You bit your lip. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Yea? How bout you put my fingers in your mouth and think about how you plan to stay quiet when I make you squirt in a few minutes?”

“God I love you. Yes, please.”

You felt more than heard him hum as he kissed at the outer lips of your labia. You held his hand in both of yours, fingers wettening the digits. He started with long, gentle pressings of his tongue, and bumped your clit every now and again with his nose. Shawn had grown much accustomed to how to get you off. It was his favorite past time it sometimes seemed. He was a wizard at making you squirm, at getting your hips to roll, and your toes to curl. His lips and tongue were so incredibly soft between your folds and he licked and nibbled at your clit like a dream. Your fingers turns to fists in the sheets and your thighs melded to his head as he took you there so quickly.

“Baby,” You gasped. “Baby, please. R--Right there.”

Your favorite was when he placed his oversized hand against your pubic bone and tummy, locking you into place. He used his thumb to focus on your clit, tongue and lips focusing on the rest of you. It drove you absolutely mad. You bucked against his chin, fingers reaching desperately for his head beneath the covers. The covers began to move as Shawn shuffled onto his knees to follow you with his mouth. His tongue was like a dream. A skilled, pointy, softy little dream. And you were like a rocket, just waited to be rubbed until you exploded apparently.

“Oh my fucking god.” You gasped, collapsing back against the sheets.

Shawn did not resurface, because apparently singers don’t need any air once so ever, and instead continued to lick away your release from between your thighs like the little devil he was. Your mom burst into the room just as you were getting your breathing under control.

“Time to get up, y/n! I expect y’all to come eat before you go to the airport.” She explained before closing the door once again.

Jesus.

“Well I don’t know what she’s talking about,” Shawn grinned as he ascended from beneath the covers and crawled on top of you. “I already ate.”

“I hate you.”

***

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Bro Code : Prince!Cal

Summary: When Prince Ashton’s younger sister comes back to the kingdom for the summer after being at uni for years, Calum realizes maybe the ‘bro code’ isn’t so great after all

Warnings: lil smut

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Calum had known that Ostara would be coming back to the kingdom for the whole summer, and he’d thought he’d be prepared to see her. He’d never not been prepared before, but, when his eyes landed on the blonde standing in the kitchen, he realized he had not been ready for the sight in front of him.

They hadn’t seen each other in years. She’d gone off to boarding school and straight to university after. Calum had always figured that she’d stayed away on purpose, after all, the younger Irwin had never been a fan of being a Princess.

When Ashton had told his friends that she’d be coming home for the kingdoms centennial celebration, the boys had been surprised. However, when Ashton mentioned that, in part, it was due to his parents deciding it was finally time for Ostara to begin courting all the princes who would be in the city for the celebration, it made a bit more sense.

Calum had scrolled through her insta and had been shocked to see how much she’d grown, how much she’d changed. He’d had to admit to himself that she got hot. Long blonde hair, pretty green eyes, honey coloured skin and an adorable splatter of freckles across her little, upturned nose, she was still the girl he’d grown up with, but she’d glowed up in a big way.

Seeing her in person was entirely different.

Somehow, she was even prettier when not contained by the four sided walls of an instagram post. Which didn’t quite make sense to the young prince. But as his eyes scanned up her body, taking in the cute floral yellow skirt and the little white crop top, he couldn’t breathe.

She turned and seemed to notice him for the first time, an easy, dimpled smile appearing on her face, “Calum!” she exclaimed, setting down the bag of chips she’d managed to steal from the palace pantry. She moved around the island table quickly, throwing her arms around the tall prince who immediately embraced her, breathing in the scent that he’d all but forgotten, and not realized how much he’d missed.

As he set her down, he opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by a loud “there she is!” as his friends walked into the kitchen behind him.

“Leave it to Cal to find the only girl in the house.” Michael teased, pulling Ostara into a hug and away from Calum, whose body mourned her of its own accord.

“How’ve you been?” Luke asked, getting his turn next.

“Busy.” Ostara answered, which was so classic that it made Calum smile.

“Busy bee.” Ashton said, finally getting a turn to hug his little sister.

She grinned against his shoulder and the other princes in the room watched the happy reunion, “when did you get in?” Ashton asked when he set Ostara down.

“A little while ago, I would have messaged but… well, thought you’d enjoy the surprise.” she shrugged, hands settling on her hips to look at everyone, “shit, you guys got tall.”

“It wouldn’t be such a shock if you actually came home for Christmas.” Ashton said, jabbing at her ribcage as Ostara swatted his hand away.

“You know why I haven't.” Ostara tutted, “besides, I face time you like every day.”

Ashton opened his mouth to say something when a servant entered the kitchen, “Princess Ostara you’re needed in your parents office.”

Ostara groaned and Ashton chuckled, “good luck.”

She brushed past him and grabbed her bag of chips, glaring at her brother, “ha ha.”

They watched her leave, Calum’s gaze drawn down, and once she was gone everyone turned to look at Ashton who held up his hands, pointing at the hot blooded males around him, “if any of you say it-”

“Your sister got hot.” Luke stated.

Ashton shoved at Luke who chuckled and moved away.

“What’s the deal with Ostara and your parents anyways?” Michael asked, opening the fridge to grab a beer.

“They have this whole thing about her finding a suitor, it’s very old fairy tale of them if you ask me.” Ashton said, pushing past Michael to find something to eat. He settled on an apple, taking a bite.

“Shit, I heard about that.” Luke said, “my mom mentioned it to me a few days ago.”

“How did that come up?” Calum laughed.

“I think they’re hoping if they force us to date she’ll calm me down or something.” Luke said. Calum could feel his blood go cold.

Ashton froze, turning to look at his friend, “force you to date? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I thought I mentioned that.” Luke shrugged, “doesn’t mean much to me. She’s your little sister man, I’m not that much of a dick.”

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“Aren’t you supposed to be on a date with Luke?” Calum asked as soon as the blonde entered the kitchen.

Ostara rolled her eyes, walking past Calum who was all but guarding the fridge, a beer in his hand, “can you even really call it a date? It’s a parentaly forced hang out.”

“Did they teach you words like ‘parentaly’ at your fancy university?” Calum grinned.

“Yes.” Ostara snapped but she was grinning, “what are you drinking?”

Before Calum could answer, she grabbed the bottle from his hand, taking a swig and making Calum chuckle, “and now you drink too?” he mused.

“A lot has changed.” Ostara pointed out, looking at the beer, “this is good.”

“Yeah, which is why it’s mine.” Calum said, trying to grab the bottle back but the smaller girl danced away.

“Pretty sure this is my palace Hood, which makes this my beer.” she took another drink, “when did this place become such a frat house?”

“Ash invited us for the summer, besides, you have the whole extra palace anyways.” Calum pointed out.

“Yeah, my extra palace.” Ostara pointed out, “which I usually get all to myself and Ashton, except now it’s run rampant princes.”

“You say that like its a bad thing.” Calum smirked, going to the fridge again to find another beer to replace the one Ostara had taken.

“It is when princes are the thing I’ve been avoiding for years.” Ostara said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Why is that?” Calum asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he studied the younger Irwin.

“It just feels weird, the expectation, and all you princes are the same-”

“Ouch.” Calum laughed, “I assume you mean like Luke.”

“Well he has been the one in the tabloids recently.” Ostara pointed out.

“We’re not all like him, you know that.” Calum said, “was the date that bad?”

“Don’t call it a date, and yes.” Ostara said, lifting herself up to sit on the kitchen counter, she kicked her legs absentmindedly, “did you know that he has this compulsion to check out every ass that walks past him?”

“Yeah he does that.” Calum chuckled.

“And you don’t?”

He grinned, “no.”

“So you weren’t checking out my ass when I left the kitchen yesterday?”

Calum’s heart thumped, had she caught him?

“I’m kidding.” Ostara laughed, “god, lighten up, I’m still me Cal.”

He took a deep breath, studying the little mischievous glint in her green eyes that had been there since they were kids, “sure you are.”

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“Two days in a row, starting to think you’re stalking me Hood.” Ostara said when the prince entered the kitchen.

“We both just like the kitchen, that’s not a crime.” Calum shrugged, “you’re dressed up.”

“Had another ‘date’.” Ostara said, grabbing ice cream from the fridge. She sat up on the kitchen counter, the place that Calum was already viewing as her spot.

“Was it as bad as Luke’s?” Calum snuck a glance at her from over his shoulder as he reached into the fridge.

“Hmm, comparable.” Ostara said, sticking a spoon into the frozen dessert which she proceeded to lick clean.

“What was wrong with this guy?”

“Prince Shawn is nice-”

“He’s a softie.” Calum rolled his eyes, “definitely not your type.”

Ostara scoffed, “oh yeah? And what’s my type Hood? If you’re such an expert.”

He shrugged, “just… not prince Shawn.”

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“So this is what? Five days in a row of dates?” Calum chuckled when Ostara entered the kitchen, setting her purse on the counter before finding a banana to eat as she lifted herself onto the table.

“Like I said, you’re a stalker.” Ostara groaned, kicking off her high heels which Calum dodged, grabbing a beer that he passed to her.

“I’m starting to think you’re just picky.”

“And what about it?” Ostara shrugged, “so what if a girl’s got taste?”

Calum smirked, “nothing wrong with that.”

“Hey aren’t you getting pimped out too?” Ostara asked, biting into her banana, “when are you ever going to tell me about your shitty dates?”

“I don’t have shitty dates.”

“Yeah, cuz I never see you going on any.” Ostara teased.

“I’m just… I don’t know,” Calum sighed, “not a fan of the whole PR dating thing.”

“Right, and I am?” Ostara rolled her eyes.

They both knew why Calum could get away with no pr relationships, the same way Ashton could. They were the eldest sons. The only reason Luke got wrangled into it was because he was the third child, just as Ostara was the second. They would never have a crown, unless they married into it, and they were good candidates for royal courtship. Royals married royals. That was known.

“Do you really want to hear about my bad dates?” Calum asked, running a hand through his hair.

“Yes!” Ostara exclaimed.

“I have one later tonight-”

“You have to tell me all about it when you get back.” Ostara stated.

“Hmm, not sure when it will be over-”

“Then give me your number, text me.” Ostara suggested, pulling out her phone.

Calum shrugged, taking her phone and punching in his contact info, “there.” he said, handing back her phone. He watched as she corrected his name from ‘Cal’ to ‘his highness’ and he couldn't help but smile.

Ostara put her phone away, “I can’t be the only one with a shit love life around here.”

Calum chuckled, “at least you’re not Luke.”

“Yeah, you’re right, that would be worse.”

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Calum’s knee bobbed up and down, his eyes fixed on the brunette who was going on about all the parties she’d been to in the past month. Gnawing at his lip, Calum tried to remain focused, but for some reason, his eyes kept straying away from the puffed up lips, protruding fillers and bodacious bust that every princess seemed to have. He wondered if they all went to the same surgeon.

The small buzz of his phone captured Calum’s attention and the girl followed his eyes, sighing, “do you need to look at that?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, one sec.” Calum mumbled, picking up his phone to scan the screen. It was his friend group chat, the one with Luke, Ash and Michael.

Someone had sent a picture of Prince Liam and it looked like the other boys were tearing the guy to shreds. Calum quickly tried to get caught up in the convo, realizing that Ashton had originally sent the picture with the caption ‘future brother in law? I think the FUCK not.’

As if he hadn’t already been distracted by Ostara this entire date and now his friends were discussing her possible suitors? And Liam was not the kind of guy Calum wanted Ostara to be going out with. Sure, out of his gang of friends, Liam was… suitable, definitely better than others, but it just didn’t sit right with Calum.

“Is something wrong?” the brunette asked.

“What?” Calum looked up.

“You’re frowning.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah.”

Calum took one last look at the phone, eyes scanning a text from Michael that read ‘fuck that guy’ and then Calum turned off his phone, “sorry.”

“You seem distracted.” the brunette mused.

Calum sighed, “yeah, sorry-”

“I’ll get the cheque.”

Calum opened his mouth to argue but then stopped. It was true. It he didn’t want to be at that table with that princess. He wanted to be back at the palace, preferably in the kitchen, preferably with a blonde, preferably last named Irwin, preferably female-

His thoughts were cut off by the waiter who had returned with the bill, Calum pulled out his wallet, throwing some bills on the table. He stood up, mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ before he all but ran from the restaurant.

Calum made it back to the palace in record time, going to the kitchen immediately.

It was empty. Calum’s heart sank in his chest.

He pulled out his phone, looking at Ostara’s contact for a few moments before he began to type: ‘Back from my date.’

The little messaging bubble popped up almost immediately and Calum’s heart lurched in his chest while he waited.

‘We’re at the firepit, come join.’

Calum sighed. He’d been hoping to catch her alone. It was almost a ritual by now, one on one talks in the kitchen about bad dates. He didn’t really feel like disclosing the information about the bad dates with the guys. He didn’t want to have to share his attention. To hide the fact that his eyes would want to be on Ostara and no one else. It was something he’d already began to notice, the way he felt he had to act differently, to control himself, whenever Ostara and the boys were in the same place.

He couldn’t be open about how much he enjoyed the younger Irwin.

He knew Ashton would not be happy about it.

Hell, if Luke thought dating Ostara would be a shitty bro move, that meant something.

Calum sighed, grabbing two beers from the fridge absentmindedly, then he walked outside towards the firepit.

The sound of voices greeted him as he came around the corner, eyes landing on the group of people all lounging in lawn chairs around the firepit. Ashton noticed him first “where’s your date?” he called with a grin.

Calum rolled his eyes, going to sit by Luke who had pulled up a chair for him. “This for me?” Luke asked, taking the second beer from Calum before he could respond. The beer had been for Ostara Calum realized, but he wasn’t about to fight it, especially not in front of Ashton.

“So spill.” Ostara said, making Calum’s attention flicker to her for the first time. He’d been avoiding looking at her, but he figured he was allowed to address her after she’d asked him a direct question.

But now he had to figure out how to explain why the brunette had not been a good date. He had to come up with a reason that wasn't the truth: that she wasn’t Ostara.

“Uh, she was just really-” he thought about it, was trash talking another princess in front of Ostara a good idea? “We just didn’t vibe.”

“Isn’t this the girl who gave you a handy at the last banquet?” Michael asked, popping some chips into his mouth.

“That chick!” Luke said, snapping his fingers, “she’s a fox.”

Calum could feel his skin heating up, hot against the cool night air, and not because of the close proximity of the fire. “Yeah, that’s her.” he admitted, throat feeling thick as he swallowed and avoided looking at Ostara. He’d only half forgotten about that, he’d been very high.

“You guys vibed okay that night.” Ashton pointed out.

“Did her technique get worse?” Michael asked in confusion.

“She didn’t- we were in a restaurant.” Calum stated, taking a deep breath.

“So?” Luke grinned.

“Yeah, wouldn’t be the craziest place you’ve ever-” Michael began and Calum groaned loudly.

“Shut up Michael.” Calum commanded.

“You guys are so mean to him.” Ostara tutted and Calum offered her a half smile. She could feel how uncomfortable he was and Ostara had been raised to navigate awkwardness like a professional, so she easily changed the topic and Calum thanked god for her, “what are you guys wearing to the ball on Friday?”

“Velvet.” Luke answered immediately.

“Oooh!” Ostara leaned in, “what colour?”

“Red.”

“Wow, you really like to stand out don’t you?” Ostara teased.

“He’s six foot four, he always stands out.” Michael stated.

“I’m six’ two at best.” Luke insisted.

“Liar.” Ashton laughed.

“What are you wearing?” Calum asked before he could help himself, curiosity getting the better of him.

Ostara’s green eyes met his, “a lady never tells.”

“Fucking tease.” Luke muttered, earning a shove from Ashton.

Calum tried not to look at Ostara but she looked so cute, bundled up in an oversized red flannel. She looked so relaxed, so comfortable, so happy. He realized he had been staring a moment too long and tore his eyes away, looking instead at Ashton who was chatting with Michael about whether or not Michael would ditch the ball all together.

Calum’s heart was thumping in his chest and although he appeared to be listening in on the conversation, his brain was occupied with other thoughts.

He’d told Ostara that not all princes were like Luke, and yet it had just been made painfully clear that in some ways, they were. He regretted letting the brunette princess give him a handy under the table at that banquet. But, as much as he hated to think it, above all, he regretted the fact that it hadn’t been Ostara who had been the one to do it.

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The days leading up to the ball were tense for Calum. He’d pretty much accepted the fact that he was a terrible friend and a terrible person.

He’d accepted the fact that he was lusting after his best friends sister.

He’d tried to avoid her at first but that had proved to be impossible, they both just loved the kitchen too much.

And then there was the fact that all any of them wanted to do was lounge by the pool. Calum couldn’t just stay in his room all day, that would have been boring and suspicious. So he found himself sitting in the shade with Michael, trying not to look at Ostara as she did her morning laps or tanned on a floaty.

It was very uncomfortable for him, fighting the ever incessant urge to sneak a peak even though he knew what negative effects it would have on him, in certain places in particular.

It didn’t help that Ostara was a happy, chatty girl who was always ready to ask him how his day was going any time they bumped into each other somewhere on the grounds. Calum didn’t want to be cold, but he didn’t want to be too warm either.

So he’d made an impulsive decision. Something that would keep him out of the palace for a while. He’d decided to go dye his hair.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, and it was a good reason to avoid Ostara after. When she’d caught wind of what he was doing she’d messaged him ‘send me pics!’ and he’d replied with ‘hair reveal at the ball’ a text that he had stared at and hated himself for hours afterwards. But, he had justified not seeing her for three days and of course Ostara had respected his want to ‘drop a big reveal’ and had purposefully been avoiding him to not ruin the surprise. Which only seemed to make him adore her even more.

Getting ready for the ball was a chore. The four princes all had custom suits and they dicked around, drank, and chatted while getting ready in Ashton’s room. Try as he might to get involved in the conversation, all Calum could think about was what Ostara would be wearing.

Calum downed a shot, feeling the pleasant buzz wash over him. He was not about to go to a ball sober and he knew he was playing with fire. He knew that with lowered inhibitions, he could end up in high water fast, but he just couldn’t find it within himself to go to the event without being at least slightly tipsy.

He’d been mentally preparing to see Ostara dance with other princes.

He hoped that this time, he’d be ready for the view.

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Again, Calum was wrong. Seeing Ostara jump from prince to prince hurt his soul. Watching hands that were not his caress her waist, covered in a soft looking, baby pastel yellow silk dress, made Calum’s fists clench at his sides. The way she smiled, looking so graceful and so princess-like… it was making Calum’s head spin, or perhaps that was the glass of whiskey in his hand?

Calum noticed prince Liam noticing Ostara and somehow his blood got even hotter. Especially as Liam began walking over when the song ended. Liam was upon Ostara within moments and although Liam may have missed the small micro expression that crossed her face as she turned to look at him, Calum didn’t.

He drank the rest of his drink, clenching his jaw as he set down the glass. By the time he looked up again, a new song had started and Liam had Ostara pressed to his chest.

“Look at that douchebag.” Michael stated from next to him.

Calum said nothing.

“One of us should go save her.” Michael continued, “Ashton looks pissed.”

Calum looked over at Ashton who was busy dancing, but his eyes were on his sister and Liam. “i’ll do it.” Calum stated, moving forward immediately.

He maneuvered through the crowd, eyes on his prize. His tattooed hand reached out on it’s own accord, tapping the prince on the shoulder, “wait your turn mate.” Liam said.

“Nah.” Calum responded, “think I’ll cut in now.”

Ostara’s hands were already moving from Liam to Calum’s broad shoulders and Liam didn’t try to fight it, sighing loudly before removing himself completely. Calum watched him leave and then turned to finally meet Ostara’s gaze.

“Your hair looks amazing.” she stated, “and thanks for saving me.”

“Was wondering if you were gonna come and say hi earlier.” Calum admitted.

“I wanted to! But my parents said I had to dance the first six dances for appearances or something.” Ostara frowned.

“So this is your last dance then you’re done.”

“Have you been stalking me again Hood?” Ostara laughed.

Shit. He had to stop just saying what was on his mind.

“Your dress is nice.” he said, changing the topic. It was just as silky under his touch as he’d imagined it would be. Ostara’s hand gave his a little squeeze, her fingers dancing over his shoulder and sending electricity running through his body.

“Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

She could feel his breath against her face and with their chests all but pressed together, she could also just imagine that his heart was racing as fast as hers was. His eyes were a deep, beautiful brown and she was finding herself lost in them.

And the hair? Yeah, she was feeling it.

They both just looked at each other for a few moments in silence, Calum’s gaze flickered down and Ostara’s heart lurched in her chest. They were so close, it would be so easy to-

The song ended and Ostara caught movement of her brother walking over from behind Calum, so she pulled herself away, feeling her skin flush as she looked down.

“That Liam guy is a fuck.” Ashton stated, “thanks for stepping in Cal.” Ashton said, patting his friend on the back.

“Don’t mention it.” Calum said stiffly.

“Gotta talk to my sister about her choice in men, give us a sec.” Ashton said.

Calum didn’t question it, turning and leaving without so much as another word. He made his way to the bar where Michael caught up to him, “what the fuck was that?”

“Vodka.” Calum said to the bartender, leaning against the table top instead of looking at his friend, “what was what?”

“You and Ostara were dancing pretty fucking close don’t you think?”

“Lower your voice.” Calum hissed.

“I fucking knew it!” Michael said, voice low but still full of the arrogant ‘i told you so’ tone.

“Knew what?” Calum continued to play dumb, handing a bill to the bartender in return for his quick drink.

“You’ve been weird since Ostara showed up.” Michael said, “I thought maybe it was just because there’s a girl or whatever, but it’s because you like her, isn’t it?”

“Yes Michael. I have a big, fat crush on Ash’s little sister.” Calum said sarcastically, shooting his drink.

Michael laughed, “fuck man, you’re in so deep.”

He was. Calum knew it. And if Michael noticed, then it was only a matter of time until Luke or Ashton noticed, and the former had a big mouth so as soon as the cat was out of the bag with one, it would be game over with the other.

Calum turned around, leaning his back against the bar. His eyes searched before his brain registered what he was doing, finding the gorgeous blonde just as she slipped from the ballroom.

“Don’t even think about-” Michael began but once again, Calum was already moving, chasing after the Princess like a lost puppy.

His pace quickened, eager to catch the girl before she disappeared into one of the many rooms in the palace, never to be found again. Calum remembered playing hide and seek as children, Ostara had always managed to disappear, not that the boys had ever actually looked. Hide and seek had been more of an excuse to get her to piss off at the time, but not anymore.

He heard her heels clicking against the marble floor and followed the sound, turning a corner just as she slipped from view. Calum groaned, running down the hallway to follow, “Ostara!”

She turned and looked at him, “Calum?”

He caught up to her finally, not sure what to even say. All he knew was that his heart was racing, from the running or the booze or maybe the beautiful girl standing in front of him giving him her full attention.

Calum realized in that moment that his fears of losing inhibitions while tipsy were well merited. His hands reached out and cupped Ostara’s face, eyes searching hers momentarily for a reaction in case he was going bat shit crazy and she didn’t want him to kiss her.

But when her eyes went to his lips, he knew that he had the green light.

He moved forward, pressing his lips against hers. Ostara’s hands found his chest as she moved closer, kissing back immediately. Calum’s tongue swiped across her bottom lip and Ostara’s mouth opened eagerly, tasting the liquor on his tongue. His teeth teased her, nipping into the lipstick stained kiss.

Ostara’s hand moved from his chest to his shoulders and then to his neck, locking him close to her as if she never wanted to let go. One of Calum’s hands left her face, going down to the small of her back, teasing just above the cute bum he wanted to grab so badly.

His grip tightened and Ostara smiled against his lips, happiness contagious as Calum laughed slightly, eyes opening to look at the beautiful girl in his arms. Her fingers played with his hair, tugging slightly as he brought his lips down on hers again.

His hand slipped lower, finally grabbing her ass as she moaned into his mouth. The noise made Calum groan too as he felt his pants getting tighter, the front of their bodies rubbing against each other in an effort to do the impossible and get somehow even closer.

“Ostara!” Ashton’s voice rang out in the hall and the couple jumped away from each other. Ostara’s eyes widened as she looked at Calum immediately wiping at his mouth to get rid of the lipstick covering his face. Likewise, Calum brushed at her mouth which was also smudged with red.

“Shit.” Calum muttered as the sound of footsteps got louder.

“You need to go.” Ostara whispered.

“What?”

Ostara’s small hands grabbed at the front of Calum’s suit, dragging him to a door to a side room, she shoved him inside before he could argue.

Calum stared at the closed door, heart racing in his chest.

“There you are!” he heard Ashton’s voice, “what the fuck happened to your mouth?”

“I wiped my lipstick by accident cuz I’m dumb.” came a quick and easy answer.

No argument from Ashton on that subject.

“What’s up? Im going to go fix this-” Ostara continued.

“Mom and dad said if you want to leave you have to say goodnight to a few people first.”

“They said six dances and I’m done-”

“Yeah but they still want you to say bye.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there, just gotta head to my room first-”

“I’ll come with, need to talk to you about that Liam guy.” Ashton stated.

Calum’s heart sunk as he heard retreating footsteps. He was so screwed.

----

He’d gone back to his room immediately after to take a cold shower.

He’d paced, eyes flickering to his phone obsessively, waiting for a text that never came.

He’d considered going to her room, sneaking out in the dead of night to go profess his adoration like some prince from the fairy tales, the type of guy she deserved.

Sleep had been difficult to come by, and every time he closed his eyes, images of her danced across his vision like a bewitching goddess demanding his devotion.

At six AM Calum rolled out of bed, pulling on sweats and a plain white t shirt. He set off to the kitchen, hoping for some coffee to get his day started.

Calum was rubbing at his eyes when he entered the room, groaning then removing his hands, he stopped in his tracks. Of course Ostara was in the kitchen.

Standing over a pan with an egg in it, dressed in the tiniest little matching white and yellow starred sleeping shorts and crop top Calum had ever seen, her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, she took his breath away.

Her green eyes moved up to meet his and her skin immediately flushed all pretty and pink.

“Hey.” Calum croaked, voice low and sleepy.

“Hey.” she retorted. Silence settled over the kitchen and then: “coffee?” she pushed forward a french press that was half full.

“Yeah.” Calum shuffled forward, grabbing a mug then pouring himself the drink. Ostara tried not to watch the beautiful way his tattooed hand wrapped around the white ceramic, all large and perfect-

“How did you sleep?” he asked.

“Uh…” Ostara laughed, blush returning, “not great, you?”

“Not great.” Calum smiled, leaning against the counter next to her while she cooked, “cute outfit.”

He was enjoying making her blush.

“Oh my god.” Ostara groaned, setting down the spatula she had in her hand so she could cover her face.

Calum smirked, “what?”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

She peaked at him through her fingers, “that! Being cute.”

“If you don’t want to see me looking like this, maybe you should close your eyes.” Calum suggested.

“What?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“No.” Ostara laughed.

“Your loss.” Calum shrugged, sipping at his coffee.

Ostara groaned in exasperation, turning the stove off before she looked at Calum one last time, closing her eyes. Calum set down his coffee and Ostara said “now what?”

“God, be patient.” Calum tutted, squaring his shoulders as he turned to her fully.

He studied her for a moment. Taking in her pretty pink lips, the dimples already showing as she smiled with excitement, her long lashes, the way strands of blonde hair had escaped her bun to frame her face.

His hand came up to brush one of the strands behind her ear and Ostara flinched slightly, one eye peeking open at him, Calum laughed, “eyes closed.” he whispered, caressing her cheekbone with his thumb as his hand came to cup her face.

Ostara let out a shaky breath, following his command. Once Calum was sure her eyes were closed, his thumb that had been on her cheekbone moved down to her lips, brushing the bottom one, pulling it down slightly, “so pretty.” he whispered.

Ostara’s heart was racing in her chest, body anticipating the warmth that Calum’s mouth would bring, the electricity that she knew would erupt over her skin like wildfire.

Being completely at his mercy was torturous, her hands fidgeted at her sides, not knowing what to do with themselves while she waited.

The first kiss was soft, a mere brushing, a tease. Ostara moved in for more immediately and Calum pulled away, she could hear his smile, “eyes closed.” he reminded her as if he could read her mind, knowing that she was dying to look at him.

His thumb stroked her cheek as he kissed her again, lips moulding against hers as he finally allowed her to melt into the kiss, her fingers going down to the waistband of his grey sweats to pull him closer.

He enjoyed cupping her face. It felt right. It felt intimate. It showed everything he was feeling but unable to verbalize. It proved how much she meant to him. How much he cared. His need for her to feel safe and protected-

Music flooded through the kitchen and for the second time in a day the pair pulled away. Luke always walked around blaring music from his phone like an obnoxious prick, and he entered the kitchen moments later, stopping to look at Calum and Ostara who acted innocent, standing a few feet away from each other, Calum sipping on his coffee while Ostara grabbed a plate to put her egg on.

“You two look suspicious.” Luke stated.

“Says you, why are you even awake, its early.” Calum fired back.

“Touche.” Luke sighed, “have another PR date thing.”

“You mean you’re cheating on me?” Ostara said in mock shock.

“No baby, I would never.” Luke stated, sounding offended.

Calum’s jaw clenched at the pet name.

“I’m going back to my room.” Ostara announced, “you two have fun.”

Calum tried not to look at her bum as she left the room but it was so cute and perfect in her little star shorts, besides, Luke was looking too which pissed him off… but, Calum knew he wouldn’t get caught.

Luke turned back to look at Calum, “at this point Ashton should be thanking god that I’m a good friend, because she’s cute as fuck.”

-----

The noon sun was hot and piercing, the royals only leaving the air conditioned comfort of the palace to hang by the pool. Luke was still not back from whatever errand his family had sent him on, which left Calum, Michael, Ashton and Ostara to their own devices.

Laying in the sun, Ostara was reading, while the other three tossed a ball around in the pool.

“So bored.” Michael groaned.

“This used to be so much fun when we were kids, what changed?” Ashton agreed.

“When we were kids we’d play chicken which I fucking bet you is still fun.” Michael pointed out, “fucking wish Luke was here.”

Ashton’s gaze shifted to his sister, “Ostara get in the water.”

“Hmm?” she asked, having not been paying attention.

“We’re playing chicken, come get on my shoulders.” Ashton commanded.

Michael and Calum looked between the siblings, “I’m not going to shove your sister-” Michael began.

“It will be fine.” Ashton assured him, waving his hand, “Ostara get in here or I will drag you in.”

Ostara sighed, closing her book, she knew Ashton would follow through with the threat.

When she stood up, Calum got the nicest view of her cute little pineapple print bikini. The girl had a thing for prints, but she always made it work, and Calum’s heart was soft as fuck.

She waded into the pool and Ashton approached, bending down so his sister could get onto his shoulders, “I hate you.” she stated.

“You better fucking win or I’m disowning you.” he warned her.

Meanwhile, Michael had gotten on Calum’s shoulders and everyone had gone to the deep end of the pool to make it easier.

“Michael-” Ashton began.

“If I touch her chest I’m dead, I know.” Michael said, “it’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair is the fact that you have like forty pounds on her.” Ashton pointed out, “okay, three, two, one.”

The chicken fight started and everyone began to laugh as Michael and Ostara hesitantly pushed at each other. It was obvious that the two most dominant, competitive guys where Calum and Ashton, both of whom egged on their partners to “fucking push him already!”

Calum felt kind of bad, just kind of, when Michael managed to shove Ostara into the water. She came up sputtering, slicking her hair back as beads of water rolled off her glistening, sun kissed skin, a massive smile on her face as she laughed.

In that moment Calum knew he had to calm the fuck down, or he wouldn’t be able to get out of the pool. Calum’s heart was racing and Ostara stated “again!”

Before Calum could object, she was scrambling onto her brothers shoulders to fight Michael once more.

Calum tried not to look at her, tried not to notice the glistening water droplets adorning her body like jewels, jewels that he would buy her, jewels he would bathe her in if it meant he could even so much as hold her hand.

Calum let Ostara push Michael into the water and when Michael surfaced a flurry of curses left his mouth as he shoved at Calum, “fuck off! You let her win you asshole!”

They gave up after that, Ostara once more leaving the pool to continue tanning. Once Calum knew he had calmed down enough, he joined her, laying next to her on the large beach towel. He didn’t say anything, staring up at the cloudless sky, just enjoying the feeling of being close to her.

A few minutes later Ashton sat between them and guilt panged through Calum’s chest.

“Don’t you have another date soon?” Ashton asked.

“Fuck what time is it?” Ostara shut her book quickly.

“Two thirty.”

“Fuck.” Ostara jumped up quickly and ran to the house, Calum frowned.

----

Calum paced outside the restaurant.

He’d taken one look at the outfit Ostara was wearing as she ran from the palace and he’d been blinded. The short, red silk dress had practically knocked him off of his feet, and he’d be damned if he let her slip through his fingers to whoever she had a date with that day.

Calum knew he was about to be the biggest dick in the entire universe.

He knew he was overstepping… probably.

But as seemed to always be the case with Ostara, he couldn’t fucking help himself.

Calum took a deep breath and entered the restaurant, stopping as the hostess immediately looked at him in shock, “I’m here to meet people, Ostara Irwin?”

The girl nodded, “follow me.”

The restaurant was high class and the hostess led Calum to a booth in the back where Ostara was sitting with a Prince that Calum recognized immediately.

“Calum!” Harry grinned as Ostara said “Calum?!” in shock.

Harry even stood up to give the younger prince a hug, “been a while mate, how’ve you been?”

“Good.” Calum said, “You?”

“Been great.” Harry smirked, sitting down, “you joining us?”

“I’m sure he’s not-” Ostara began but Calum had already sat into the booth next to her.

“Suppose you’re here to chaperone for Ashton? Knew that guy didn’t like me.” Harry chuckled.

“He’s got high standards for his sister.” Calum stated.

“I get that.” Harry nodded, “what’s your poison mate?”

A waiter was waved over and Calum and Harry both ordered shots to lighten the mood, even though Calum knew that not even the light of god himself would persuade Calum to be even remotely inviting.

After about ten minutes of Calum being cold, Ostara stated “Harry, I’m just going to talk to Calum for a second, need to call my brother and tell him not to be such an ass.”

“Take your time pet, I don’t mind.” Harry said warmly, confidence oozing off of him.

Ostara turned to look at Calum who stood up and let her lead him to the hall that led to the private bathrooms. “Okay, listen here-” Ostara began but Calum grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the private bathrooms, not wanting anyone to witness the altercation.

He locked the door behind them and finally turned to the fuming blonde, “you can’t just crash my dates! You are not my big brother and you’re sure as fuck not my boyfriend either.”

“Let’s change that.” Calum stated.

“What?!” she looked taken aback for a moment.

“I said,” he grabbed her face, looking into her eyes, “let’s change that.”

She wanted to be angry. She did. But damn it if she didn’t understand where he was coming from.

Her heart was racing as he looked into her eyes, waiting for a reaction, waiting for acceptance or rejection.

Ostara’s fingers tangled in his dyed blonde hair, dragging his mouth down on hers.

Their teeth clashed but neither cared, too enraptured in the intense passion that had surrounded their hearts, burning hot through their veins as they grabbed at each other, desperate for contact. Calum pivoted, shoving Ostara against the door as his hands pushed up at the red silk dress, fingers dancing over every new milimeter of exposed skin.

His thigh pressed up between her legs and Ostara moaned into his mouth, setting Calum’s heart racing impossibly faster.

His digits made contact with something lacey and he groaned into her mouth, beginning to drag down the flimsy material of her thong but Ostara grabbed at his wrist, tearing it away as she pushed at his chest.

Calum removed himself, breathing heavily as he looked at her, taking in the red smeared lipstick that covered the area surrounding her mouth yet again.

She was flushed, back pressed against the door, eyes slightly hooded as she stared at him, chest heaving, dress still shoved up to her waist. Calum snuck a glance down, satisfied that the lacy thong was black, but it just made him want to grab her again. She pulled down her dress, tearing her eyes from him as she looked at herself in the mirror. “Fuck.” she cussed, wiping furiously at her face.

“Here, let me-” Calum stepped forward.

“I’m on a date Calum.” Ostara stated, shoulders falling in defeat, “and you’re my brothers best friend-”

Calum stopped moving, looking at Ostara.

He watched her remove all the lipstick from her face, not saying another word as she left, shutting the bathroom door behind her to leave Calum to his thoughts.

It was obvious to Harry as soon as Ostara returned that something had happened, after all, a girl doesn’t just spontaneously remove her pretty red lipstick that matched her dress perfectly.

“So you and Cal huh?” Harry grinned.

“Fuck I’m so sorry-”

“No, it’s fine love, don’t worry about me, but I am a little surprised that you’re going on dates when you two are obviously-”

“We’re not together.” Ostara stated.

“Hmm.” Harry looked her over, “could have fooled me pet.”

“He’s my brothers best friend-”

“So he should be well suited, doubt your brothers gonna be mates with assholes.” Harry mused, leaning back in his seat as he studied the obviously conflicted girl in front of him, “and if he doesn’t like it then fuck him.”

“It doesn’t work that way-”

“You’re a princess, he’s a prince, this is the only way this sort of thing works love and we both know it.”

----

“Okay, so do you live in this kitchen or what?!” Ostara practically screamed as her eyes landed on the familiar strong shoulders hunched over while Calum grabbed a beer from the fridge.

“I was here first this time.” Calum stated, still looking in the fridge, “how was the rest of your date?”

“I-” Ostara began but stopped when Ashton and Luke entered the room, “okay there are so many fucking rooms in this palace, why is everyone always in the goddamned kitchen?!”

“What’s got your panties in a knot?” Luke said, moving away from Ashton who tried to shove him.

Calum’s heart clenched and Ostara laughed at the irony that was lost on everyone but her and Calum. He had her panties in a knot. Or at least he had the hour before. “You know what, I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

“Its like five.” Ashton stated.

Ostara left the room, “I don’t care!”

----

Before Ostara even opened her door she knew who it would be. She’d been expecting Calum to turn up, they obviously had unfinished business and Calum had been on edge all day.

As the large door swung open to reveal Ostara standing there in a black, long sleeved, sleeping button up with with cartoon pumpkins on it, Calum hated himself for still thinking she was the prettiest girl in the entire world. It brushed her mid thigh and Calum couldn’t tell if she was wearing shorts underneath, his hands twitching as they itched to reach out and discover the answer.

Ostara didn’t say anything, simply moved to the side to let him in and close the door.

“We need to talk about Ashton.” Calum stated.

“Do we though?” Ostara groaned.

Calum looked her up and down, “you don’t want to talk about this?”

“Close your eyes.”

“Are you serious.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

Calum sighed, hearing his own words back at him, he realized how suave he had been that morning. Crossing his arms over his chest, Calum made a big show of closing his eyes.

“I still think we should talk about this.” Calum said.

He waited for an answer that never came.

Instead, Ostara grabbed his hands, pulling slightly to make Cal give in and uncross the arms that had been protecting him from what was to come.

Holding his hands at his sides delicately, Ostara swung them a little, looking up at the beautiful Prince whose eyes were still closed. He looked composed, the only thing betraying his inner anxieties was the rapid beat of his heart, the artery in his neck fluttering as he breathed in and out.

Ostara studied his pretty throat for a moment, stepping closer to allow his smokey smell to wash over her. She was a lot shorter than him, and she could just reach his neck with her lips, so that’s what she did.

She pressed a kiss to the skin just above his racing artery and Calum sucked in a breath, hands tensing in hers.

“Eyes closed.” she breathed against his neck, causing a shiver to run through his body. He swallowed thickly, adam’s apple bobbing in the most endearing way. Ostara kissed his throat again, parting her lips to allow her tongue to taste his skin, again, his heart beat faster.

Her teeth grazed the artery and Calum’s body jolted, hands tearing from Ostara’s so they could land on her ass, lifting her up before she could so much as scream in surprise. Her legs wrapped around Calum’s waist as she clung to his shoulders, about to object when his lips met hers and every word in her brain disappeared.

His kisses were hungry and desperate, tongue immediately sliding over her bottom lip before his teeth came down to gnaw at it teasingly. Suddenly she was falling, landing on the plush fur duvet that covered her king sized bed. Calum was on top of her, grinding down against her panty covered core as one hand slipped up her thigh, once more greated with lacy material.

He groaned into her mouth, excited to discover that she had, in fact, not been wearing shorts. For a brief moment he wondered if she’d planned this whole thing but he didn't dwell too long on the idea, too enraptured by the princess writhing underneath him.

His hips rocked, creating friction and pressure that made them both moaning messes in each others hands. Calum’s lips moved to Ostara’s neck and her fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on as he found the spot that made her toes curl, legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

Pushing himself up with one hand he looked at her shirt, admiring the fact that she was wearing a Halloween themed sleeping shirt in the summer. His fingers were almost shaking as he popped open the first button, then the second, then the third. With each newly exposed piece of skin it became more and more evident that she was first, not wearing a bra, and second, totally prepared for this. She was in control. This had been planned. Calum had fallen into her trap. And he didn’t mind one bit.

Once every button was undone, he teased the stripe of bare skin with a finger, paying extra attention to the area between her breasts as she watched, heart thundering with patient anticipation.

“Take this off for me princess.” he said, voice soft.

Pushing herself up slightly, Ostara wasted no time wiggling from the shirt. She already had goosebumps from his touch and she shivered as the fabric fell from her shoulders, exposing her to him for the first time as she lay back down.

One finger traced up from her belly button to her left breast, circling closer and closer until he brushed his knuckles over her nupple, “so pretty.” he mused as she pushed up towards his hand, eager for more.

“Please Cal.” she begged, the neediness in her voice was the sexiest thing Calum had ever heard in his entire life.

He kissed her mouth, then began his venture downwards, pressing soft kisses on her neck, then her collar bones. When his lips wrapped around her nipple, teeth teasing, his right hand fully massaged her other breast. Her fingers tangled in his hair as breathy moans rang through the room, Ostara’s back arching slightly in an effort to get him to do something, anything, more.

Calum’s lips continued downwards as he slipped from the bed, getting onto his knees as he pulled her to the edge, fingers hooking in the panties that he gingerly slid down her legs. Once they were discarded on the floor, Calum placed Ostara’s thighs on his shoulders, hands going to her hips to hold her down as he briefly enjoyed the view.

“Close your eyes.” he stated, “want you to feel all of this.”

Ostara’s breathing was ragged as Calum took a teasing lick, her right leg jerking slightly on his shoulder which made Calum smirk, fully putting his mouth onto her. His tongue flicked at her clit before sucking gently, earning breathy moans that egged him to go harder.

Her nails scratched against Calum’s scalp and he enjoyed the sensation, groaning a little, the vibrations made Ostara jolt again, her grip tightening in her hair. “Calum!” she whined loudly. As a reward for how pretty she sounded, Calum brought up a finger, sliding it inside of her easily and curling.

Her body reacted immediately and Calum knew from her whimpers, and the small tremors with each harsh suck, that she was close. He chased her high, having always felt entitled to a woman's orgasm. He knew he was good with his mouth and Calum refused to feel bad about that.

Adding another finger, he began to thrust his digits in and out even faster, curling each time to hit the spot that had Ostara’s back arching, hands pulling at Calum’s hair as the orgasm rippled through her body, lasting longer due to Calum’s continued motions as she whined and moaned, putty in his hands.

When her back touched against the mattress again to signify the complete end of her high, Calum pulled away, sucking his fingers into his mouth as he stood and pulled off his shirt.

Eyes closed, chest heaving, Ostara made Calum dizzy.

Calum was about to reach for a condom when four small words were spoken that nearly shattered Calum’s very existence: “I’m on the pill.”

‘I’m going to marry this girl.’

Calum pushed the thought away, kicking off his pants and boxers. Ostara’s legs opened for him, inviting the prince to get back on top of her as he pressed a kiss to her lips, “you alright?” he asked, her fingers immediately finding their place in his platinum hair again.

“Uh huh.” she breathed, one hand snaking between the two of them to grab the base of his cock, lining it up with her, all that was left to be done was for Calum to close the distance.

As he entered her they both moaned, lips attacking again with the same passion that always seemed to be present when they kissed.

The muscles in Calum’s shoulders tensed as he remained still for a moment to be sure she was ready for him to move, Ostara’s fingers dancing along the broad expanse of skin.

Her legs tightening around his waist was Calum’s cue to move as he pulled almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward again, entering fully. Her warmth cocooned him and he let out a throaty groan, “you’re so fucking tight.”

“You’re just big.” Ostara breathed against his lips, eager for more kisses as the prince began a quick pace.

Her nails dug into his scalp and shoulder, a reminder, on top of the sinful sounds leaving her lips, that he was making her feel good.

That’s when Calum remembered that, like most Princesses, Ostara had been forced into rhythmic gymnastics at a young age. He grabbed onto her thigh, moving it up slowly in case she had lost some flexibility. He was delighted when her leg went all the way up and over his shoulder, allowing him a new angle that had him going impossibly deep. They moaned louder and Calum moved back a little, lips mourning her loss but eyes adoring the new view.

His hand moved up on its own accord, sliding across her collarbones and up to her awaiting neck that she craned for him, welcoming him, giving him access.

The ring clad fingers of his left hand wrapped around her throat, giving a testing squeeze that only further excited them both, Ostara letting out the most sinful, whiney noise yet.

Calum’s stomach lurched and he knew that if she kept it up with those sounds, he would be cumming fast.

In an effort to slow the process, Calum began to remove his grip but suddenly Ostara was grabbing his forearm with both hands, forcing Calum’s chokehold to remain on her throat as her eyes opened, staring at him, more moans left her lips and Calum could feel her fluttering around him.

She was just as close as he was and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

All he could do was stare at the beautiful girl as his thrusts quickened and his grip tightened, chasing both of their highs with the determination of a king.

Cold rings bit into Ostara’s flesh and after a particularly deep thrust, another orgasm washed over her, taking Calum with it as they both moaned loudly, bodies awash with euphoria.

After the last aftershocks, Calum removed his hand from her throat and took her leg from his shoulder, letting it fall onto the bed as he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back next to her. Ostara immediately snuggled into his side, hand over his beating heart.

They stayed that way for a while, trying to catch their breaths.

Calum finally sighed, “do you want me to go?”

“You’re silly.” Ostara stated, voice breathy and happy. Her finger traced circles on Calum’s chest, “stay the night.”

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She was warm. Skin soft and beautiful under his delicate touch as Calum explored the curve of her shoulder and arm, bring goosebumps to her skin from the contact and the soft caress of his breath on her bare back.

There was a soft sigh of content and Calum smiled, “did I wake you?” he asked.

“Yeah, but it’s okay.” came a delicate response as Ostara snuggled back against Calum.

“Will you go to the ball with me next week?”

“Of course.” he could practically hear her sleepy smile.

“And I want to take you on a real date.” Calum stated.

“Hmm?”

“I want to do this right.”

Another happy sigh, “okay.”

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As soon as the limo door closed Calum looked at Ostara with wide eyes. They’d been papped leaving the restaurant and they both knew that this could be bad. Neither knew how Ashton would react when the pictures dropped, which they both knew they would.

Calum’s hand went to Ostara’s thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “if he gets mad-”

“We can pretend we’re just friends-” Ostara began.

They both stopped.

They both knew that neither were good enough actors to get around this.

They’d known each other their whole lives.

They’d been flirting a few weeks.

They’d fucked and gone on an honest to god date.

Hell, Calum had pretty much asked Ostara to be his girlfriend in a fit of jealousy. They both knew they were in deep, and because of this, neither of them were particularly scared of Ashton anymore which was odd.

Ostara laced her fingers with Calum’s, “it’s going to be okay.”

Calum felt it too. Somehow, they knew they could make it work.

They both felt naive and stupid. They both knew they were being very narrow minded, but there was just something about the way that they fit that told them they belonged together.

They’d arrived at the palace when their phones began dinging, signalling the likelihood that the pictures were somehow already posted.

With a deep breath and a reassuring glance, the young couple entered the palace where they were almost immediately sabotaged by Ostara’s giggling older brother, “guys have you seen twitter?” he asked, “apparently people think you two are dating.”

His gaze lifted from his phone and that’s when he noticed how close the two were standing. The smile left his face, “is… is there a PR contract you two haven’t told me about-”

“Would it be that bad if we are dating?” Ostara asked.

Ashton’s gaze hardened, turning to his friend, “you have got to be fucking kidding me-”

“Ashton-” Ostara began, moving in front of her older brother who had taken a step towards them.

But Calum spoke, “didn’t mean for it to happen-”

“She’s my fucking sister!” Ashton bellowed, finally exploding.

“And he’s your best friend!” Ostara screamed, matching her older brothers temper, “so you know he’ll treat me right!”

Ashton stopped moving forward, considering for a moment what had just been said, “there’s a code.” he spat.

“I never agreed to a code!” Ostara insisted.

“It’s a bro code, you don’t need to agree-”

“Well when it affects me, I most definitely should get a say you sexist-” Ostara began to fume.

“What is going on?” came a new voice as Michael and Luke showed up, both looking worried as the Irwin’s squared off against each other.

“Calum and I are going to the ball next week together, because we’re dating, and you’re going to accept it!” Ostara told Ashton.

“I will not!” Ashton glared.

Ostara let out a loud groan of exasperation, grabbing Calum’s hand, she turned and dragged the platinum prince out of the room.

“Can’t believe Cal backstabbed you like that.” Luke breathed.

“Hey, it’s not that bad-” Michael began.

“That’s my fucking sister!” Ashton screamed.

Michael sighed, “okay, it is a little bit bad.”

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Calum and Ostara spent almost the entire week outside of the palace out on cute dates that were incessantly papped. Ashton tried to avoid the pictures at first but he felt himself getting softer as each day passed and new shots of his sister laughing and looking genuinely alight with happiness were uploaded.

And fuck it, Calum looked happy too.

Michael pointed out on day four that Calum and Ostara seemed to really like each other, and Ashton couldn’t argue with it, which annoyed him terribly.

Michael and Luke were trying to support Ashton in his endeavour to remain upset, but it was obvious that everyone else supported the new, happy couple. Especially Ashton’s parents who had known Calum his whole life and were more than thrilled that he had began to date their daughter.

Ashton knew that Michael was still hanging out with Cal, and the two drank beer by the pool late at night when they thought Ashton wouldn’t notice. He couldn’t find it in his heart to be mad about it, especially when he’d almost stumbled across them and heard Calum saying “she’s really special man, I can’t explain it.”

Plus, Ashton preferred having Calum where he could see him as opposed to in Ostara’s room, which is where Calum was practically living since Ashton had made a fuss about kicking him out of one of the guest rooms the day he’d found out they were dating.

He was getting used to the idea.

He missed his best friend.

He missed his sister.

The night of the ball arrived and Ashton was at the bar with Michael and Luke when the happy couple arrived. Entering the ballroom, the two walked hand in hand, looking at each other and giggling as if nothing else mattered in the whole world.

Ashton was surprised when prince Harry approached the two of them, from what he could see it looked like he was congratulating them? Ashton had a weird hate on for Liam and that included his friends, Harry being one of them, so seeing the fact that Harry seemed to be excited and supportive made Ashton’s blood boil.

Had he really stooped lower than the notorious British playboy?

Ashton groaned. He was making the whole thing about him. He knew he was being selfish and he couldn’t shake the fact that Calum had broken the bro code, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t toyed the idea of chasing after Calum’s sister at one point in time…

Ashton sighed. He was definitely in the wrong.

He spent a solid half an hour watching his sister and her new boyfriend.

The soft touches, the lingering stares, the never ending smiles and giggles… it was sickeningly sweet. Ashton loved it. He hated that he loved it.

His sister did deserve to be happy and Ashton knew that. He just wished it was with someone else.

Ashton looked for a good moment to approach but never found one. The ball ended and Calum and Ostara disappeared. Ashton knew he should wait until morning to find them, but the guilt was already eating at him, and soon he found himself outside of his sisters room.

He knocked and waited.

A minute later the door opened to reveal his sister in sweats and a hoodie that looked somewhat haphazard and Ashton couldn't help the fire that burned through him momentarily, eyes shifting past her to Calum who was pulling on a shirt.

“I came to apologize, but I don’t know if I can do that anymore.” Ashton stated.

“Calum go to the bathroom.” Ostara said.

“What?”

“You’re bruising my brothers ego, go away real quick.” Ostara explained.

Calum sighed and trudged to the bathroom, out of sight. It helped a little, Ashton had to admit.

“You know, maybe I shouldn’t give you my blessing.” Ashton stated.

“No take backs.” Ostara insisted.

Ashton sighed, “but why Calum?”

“Why is he your best friend?” his sister countered, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Hate it when you’re logical.” Ashton groaned, “fuck, fine, you two look good together. I should go talk to Cal-”

“Talk to him in the morning.” Ostara said, stepping in front of her brother to block his way.

Ashton narrowed his eyes at his sister, “you two disgust me.”

“You’re the one who showed up here at like midnight-”

“You’re the one who chose to date my best friend-”

“Well you’re the one who made the stupid bro code-”

“I didn’t ‘make the bro code’ you silly, and besides, you’re the one who made Cal break the bro code-”

“Oh I ‘made’ him break it?” Ostara scoffed.

Calum listened to the siblings bicker, smiling to himself as he waited for the sound of Ostara’s bedroom door to close. When it did, he peeked his head out of the bathroom to make sure Ashton was gone.

“Thought he’d never leave.” Calum mused.

“Are you questioning my ability to fight my brother?” Ostara asked, opening her arms for Calum whose hands settled on her waist.

“I think I used to.” Calum admitted, “but not anymore.”

Ostara grinned, “so I’ve proven myself?”

“Uh huh.” Calum chuckled.

“Good, because if I was a wimp we’d still be in big trouble.” Ostara pointed out.

God, he adored her.

Part of him always had, and he knew that now.

He was exactly where he was supposed to be, and for the first time, Calum was prepared for whatever the future with Ostara might bring.

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watchmegetobsessed · 6 years ago

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Home - Shawn Mendes

okay I kid you not, this is the cutest shit i’ve ever written !!!!!! this idea popped into my mind while having anap today lol and had to write it and it actually turned out to be such a cute little oneshot!!

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He loves quiet afternoons when time seems to stop and it’s just the two of them. With his hectic lifestyle it is basically impossible for them to feel normal and slow down, but she knows it. Y/N knew it even before they started dating that she would have to be his little island of peace in his busy everydays, and she is perfectly fine with it, while Shawn is thankful to have such an amazing and understanding human being in his life.

They are lying in the backyard of his parents’ home on the grass, Karen and Manny are inside, watching TV together while Aaliyah is in the kitchen with one of her friends baking some cookies. It’s a blissfully sunny day in Toronto, Y/N stole Shawn’s Youth hoodie while he has some old jumper on he found in his wardrobe. His hands are stretched out to the sides, her head resting on his bicep while reading a book. She is carefully flipping through the pages as he plays with the hem of the hoodie, his eyes closed, occasionally listening to his sister and her friend laugh at something back in the house, their voice traveling through the open window. He got back from his tour’s European leg just two days ago, he is getting used to the sudden calmness after his restless tour life, but it’s a change for the better. Though he loved every moment of being on the road, hitting another city every second day, there is nothing like home.

But what is home? He asked himself this question quite often while traveling through Europe. Y/N visited him only once during that time and it was obviously hard for both of them, but it just made the reunion even sweeter. They have been a couple for over two years, but it genuinely feels like they have known each other since forever. They didn’t play around for too long before officially getting together, it was probably only one week when they knew each other but wasn’t in a relationship. The kind of energy and affection they felt since day one was just too strong to ignore it and neither of them wanted to waste the time. He introduced her to his family after the first month and he still thinks that was the moment he knew she was the one. Y/N had the kind of charisma no one could resist, she found the common ground with his parents and his sister so fast, by the end of the day they were all in love with her just as much as he was.

He will never forget their first vacation together, they flew to Hawaii for her nineteenth birthday with both their families, had the time of their lives and it was also the place Shawn gave her a promise ring. Since then, he has been thinking about replacing that ring with another constantly, but in the past couple of months this thought outgrew him and has been bugging him a lot.

He opens his eyes and sees the book she is reading as she is holding it above them, her fingers gently playing with the corner of the page she is currently on. The ring is still there, the small diamond sparkles from time to time when the sunlight hits it. He reaches up and caresses her knuckles, then the ring itself.

“You awake?” she asks turning to face him with a smile. “I thought you already asleep.”

“Nah, just relaxing,” he smiles back, dropping his hand to her shoulder. “Imma get something to drink, do you want something?” he asks brushing her hair out of her forehead.

“Some water please.”

“Gotcha,” he says pressing a kiss to her forehead before sliding out from under her, forcing her to lie on the ground totally. He walks back to the house, the sweet scent of cookies hitting his nose immediately. On the couch his parents are watching some documentary, his dad half asleep while Karen is massaging his scalp with her eyes glued to the TV. Moving forward he sees that the kitchen is kind of a disaster, Aaliyah is trying to lick cookie dough off of a spoon, sitting on the countertop while her friend is telling her a story which she immediately stops upon seeing him, giving him some shy smiles.

“How are the cookies going?” he asks with a charming smile. He is well aware that Aaliyah’s friend has a crush on him, it has been kind of an open secret and even though his sister asked him to just ignore it and be nice, he likes to play innocent games with her, dropping cheeky comments here and there.

“They are phenomenal, just wait for them,” Aaliyah states proudly, holding the spoon out for him to get a taste of the dough. He accepts the offer, licking some off the top making the poor girl drooling over there watching him.

“Mm, save some for me when it’s done,” he nods in approval and then turns to his little admirer. “Have you tasted it? Want some?” he asks holding out the spoon he just took to his mouth a few moments ago, making her go as red as a tomato.

“Shawn!” His sister warns him, but there is a smile hiding on her lips as well.

“Okay, I’m out of here,” he chuckles grabbing two bottled waters from the fridge and heading back out.

When he gets back Y/N has put the book down and is checking her phone. At his appearance she locks it putting it aside as Shawn hands her the water.

“Thanks babe,” she smiles at him as he sits back down, both of them taking a few sips from their drinks. “What did you do inside? I heard Aaliyah call your name in that tone she only uses when she tells you off.”

“Just messed a bit with her friend,” he chuckles shrugging his shoulders.

“Shawn! Leave the poor girl alone! She is head over heels in love with you, it’s not nice to tease her.”

“I’m not teasing her, I’m just…” He tries to think of something to say, but he knows she is right.

“You’re just teasing her, period. I think it’s cute that she has a crush on you.” She puts the bottle aside leaning back on her hands, her legs tangled with his.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t blame her, you are kind of hard not to crush on,” she grins at him, making him chuckle as well.

“Speaking from experience?”

“Pretty much,” she nods grinning before leaning closer and pecking his lips shortly. “My big fat crush hasn’t gone away since day one,” she tells him while running her fingers through his locks. His hair is getting too long, but she doesn’t mind it, being able to take a handful of it is actually one of her favorite things.

“So you’re still just crushing on me? Even after two years?” Shawn asks with a fake gasp.

“I mean, yeah. Not like we are anything serious, duh!” she rolls her eyes getting in on the joke.

“Oh you’re right. We’ve been just messing around, no strings attached.”

“Exactly! Just imagine us together, like officially!” she continues the act, making it harder for both of them to keep a straight face. “It wouldn’t work for sure.”

“Oh yeah. Totally. You’re not even my type, really,” he says, but he can’t hold his grin back anymore, his hand finds hers and laces their fingers together.

“Glad to hear that, I thought you were taking it all too serious.” This is the last line she manages to get out before bursting out in laughter.

His hand slide to the back of her neck bringing her closer for a kiss that soon turns out into something deeper and longer than just one kiss. They don’t take it too far though, they have never been fans of being too touchy with people around, and right now there are two teenage girls not too far away.

Leaning back she cups his face in her hands, a wide smile on his lips as he stares back at her. His arms are around her waist, keeping her close to him while she is hugging his waist with her legs. She pecks his chin before reaching for her book and opening it she rests it on his chest and starts reading again.

She is home.

The thought pops into his head abruptly and it kind of lightens everything up. His whole life he has thought about home as a place, a house, a room, a neighborhood, but he has been questioning it lately, because it all changed since he met her. Home is where she is, anywhere around the world, in her arms, in her eyes, in her smile.

The realization hits him hard in the chest, making his heart pound in his chest so fast that even her notices it. She looks up at him with furrowed eyebrows as she moves the book and places a hand on his chest.

“Is everything alright?” she asks, worry lacing through her voice.

“I love you,” he tells her as an answer, just confusing her even more.

“I love you too, but are you okay? You heart is-“

“Marry me,” he then blurts out before he could even think about it, completely taking her by surprise.

“What?” she whispers dropping the book to the side, her eyes glued to his face.

“I… I’ve been thinking about you a lot. You and us in general and I don’t think it can get any better, you are the one. So… I want to change this ring to another one,” he tells bringing her hand up between them, running his fingers through the ring. She dizzily follows his gaze to the jewelry as Shawn is waiting for her to say something in response. But she keeps silence and it starts to worry him.

“It was too sudden, right? I’m sorry, I should have-“ he starts explaining, but he doesn’t get to finish.

“Where’s the ring?” she asks looking back at him, now surprising him.

“What?”

“You just asked me to marry you. Where is the ring?” she asks again, a small smile starting to show on her lips. “I mean, it’s not really a proposal if there is no ring.”

“You want a ring?” he asks grinning at her.

“I need to change it, right? I need a ring then.” She holds her hand up wiggling her ring finger in front of him, enjoying the teasing, because she genuinely thinks this was a rushed decision and he does not have the ring yet. But she is wrong.

Shawn grins at her letting go of her and he runs back into the house, leaving her completely speechless. He runs up to his room, digs up his suitcase until he finds the small velvety box he has been carrying around with him since he was in Stockholm, where he bought it on a free afternoon when he and his friends went out to wander around the city. When he saw it in a shop’s window he immediately knew it was the perfect one.

With the box in his hand he runs back out, Y/N is now standing at the same spot he left her and when he gets down on one knee she gasps. He pops the lid open and the diamond ring is right there, in front of her eyes.

“So, you wanted a ring and I happened to have it. I’ve had it for almost two months now, didn’t know when and how it would happen, but I guess this is the time. Will you marry me?” he asks again, waiting for her official answer.

“Say yes!” they hear Aaliyah shout and they both turn back towards the house, where both his parents and his sister are standing, watching them with the biggest smile on their face. Even Aaliyah’s friend is cheering for them in the back.

“So what do you say?” he asks, his hands shaking to finally hear her answer.

“Yes. Yes I will marry you,” she manages to say as the tears roll down her face.

Shawn jumps to his feet wrapping his arms around her and spinning her around. His family starts clapping in the back and she lets out a laughter before he sets her down to the ground again. She takes off the promise ring and he replaces it with the other one, then she cups his face in her hands pulling down for a kiss.

“You cheeky bastard, I really thought there is no ring,” she mumbles into his lips, making him chuckle.

“But you still said yes.”

“I did,” she smiles caressing his rosy cheeks. “What else would have I said? I told you my big fat crush hasn’t gone away since day one.”

“Lucky me,” he grins down at her before kissing her again.

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bensbuttercup · 5 years ago

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A Little Too Much (S.M.)

Summary: Sometimes the world can get to be a little too much for Emerson to handle and her fiancé Shawn helps to keep her grounded.

Word Count: 8,229

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, spanking.

Authors note: This is an imagine that’s a little bit personal to me and I worked really hard on it so I hope that you all like it as much as I do.

And a big thank you to Claire @the-claire-bitch-project for helping me find the drive to finish this and beta reading for me. You should all go check out part three to her fic “King Of My Heart” that she just posted!

Emerson stood in the elevator watching the floor counter continue to rise, a pair of black suede heels, one broken and one still intact, was held in her left hand. In her right hand was her lunch box that had her spoiled salad inside, she hadn’t had time to each lunch between meetings and she felt her stomach growling, begging to be fed. After waking up to the fire alarm going off at 4:30 that morning while it was raining Emerson should have known it was going to be a long day. She had even considered calling in sick to her internship but had loved every day so far, up until this point.

When the elevator doors opened Emerson stepped out into the penthouse level apartment she shared with her fiancé. However, her hopes of settling down with Shawn for a movie and take out were crushed when she heard an acoustic guitar accompanied by his voice floating into the foyer from his in-house studio. On ‘creative’ days Shawn usually didn’t want to be bothered for hours on end, it wasn’t uncommon for Emerson to both wake up alone and fall asleep alone on those days. Knowing she most likely wouldn’t be getting comfort from her fiancé all Emerson could manage to do without crying was drop her broken heels and lunch box on the floor near the door and go about her daily routine.

Ignoring the tears she felt pricking behind her eyes Emerson reached down to slip the black running sneakers she had gotten stuck wearing a majority of the day off. On her way to her second meeting of the day, set to start at 9:30 sharp, Emerson’s heel had gotten stuck in a crack in the floor, causing it to break away from the bottom of her shoe. By the time she registered what had actually happened she tired break her fall with her hands, a nail breaking in the process. Luckily, she had a pair of running shoes in the car she ran out to slip on before making it to the meeting at 9:29 with a frazzled, tired smile.

Since finishing her junior year of college nearly a month earlier Emerson had been interning at a Tax Attorney’s office in Toronto that offered her a full paying job after she graduated the next year. Her LSAT scores were near perfect and the company that she would be spending the summer interning with also offered to pay for her Law School tuition, that was if she could prove herself over the summer. So far she had been one of the hardest working and most intelligent interns the office had seen in years, but everyone had their off days.

Not having the energy to greet Shawn with a loud and playful ‘honey I’m home!’ like she usually did, Emerson simply shrugged her leather Calvin Klein blazer off, hoping that he had turned the coffee on before she got home. She felt a migraine starting to simmer behind her eyes, the mix of stress and lack of protein in her system setting the genetic curse off. She knew that her hair, which was glazed two days earlier, was a frizzy, knotted mess on top of her head but couldn’t be bothered to walk all the way to the bathroom for a brush. Walking into the kitchen she ran her fingers through her hair with one hand while untucking her button down with the other.

She watched as the white fabric with small black polka dots slipped out of the skirt she couldn’t wait to get off and settled in a wrinkled mess over the garment. She considered making her way upstairs to the bedroom she shared with Shawn to change but decided against it when she smelled fresh brewed coffee, the bitterness comforting her when she got the first whiff.

After seeing a half-full pot of coffee under the machine on the counter, Emerson felt her body relax slightly, a small weight being taken off her shoulders. She reached up into the cherry wood cabinets, the ones Shawn had specially made when they were apartment shopping, to pull down a light blue YETI cup and the sugar. After carefully taking the top off the sugar container, Emerson decided that she was too tired to walk across the kitchen to retrieve a spoon and opted to instead sprinkle a little bit of it into the cup.

Watching the white crystals settle in the bottom of the cup Emerson felt herself begin to comfortably settle into the routine of making a cup of coffee, pouring in half and half and a splash of vanilla creamer into the cup also before putting them away in the fridge again. Watching the door to the refrigerator close reminded her that she should eat something so her migraine wouldn’t follow her into the next morning.

Picking up the pot of coffee, Emerson went to pour it into her cup when the inevitable happened. The top cover on the coffee pot came off sending hot coffee rushing out of the glass pot all over the top of her right hand and then on to the counter. “FUCK!” In a moment of rational thought she slipped the pot back into its place before turning the sink on cold and sticking her hand under the rush of cooling water.

Resting her forehead on the counter Emerson finally felt the tears she had been holding in since 4:30 that morning bubble over, freely flowing down her face, but she didn’t care.

Emerson didn’t know how long she let the water run over her hand before she felt someone behind her. “Oh Bunny,” she heard Shawn sigh from behind her, his hand on the small of her back and the nickname he had adopted for her bringing her a small sense of comfort. She considered letting herself settle into her fiancé‘s touch when she remembered that five minutes earlier he had been working on a new song. Great. Now she’d ruined his ‘creative flow’ and would probably be yelled at. “What happened?”

Emerson sniffled and stood up straight, turning the water off before trying to shake her hand dry, “nothing.” She knew Shawn wouldn’t buy it, but usually a simple ‘nothing’ would get him off her back for the time being. It had been a trick she learned within their first couple months of dating, a simple ‘nothing’ could get her a couple of hours to herself when she needed them.

“C’mon Em, you don’t cry over nothing,” Shawn decided to push the issue, not liking to see his fiancée obviously distressed. Shawn also knew that Emerson absolutely hated crying, she always had. He learned early on in their relationship that she had been taught that crying was a form of weakness, a plea for usually unwarranted attention. Whenever she cried when she was younger Emerson would have been scolded for it, so she taught herself how to turn the body function off, and it never fully turned itself back on.

Shawn decided that he needed to press the issue, something inside of him sensed that Emerson didn’t need time to herself. Shawn knew that she needed him, “what happened?” Emerson finally turned around to see Shawn’s soft whiskey eyes that were searching her face with concern.

Wiping the back of her unburned hand over her eyes Emerson sniffled once more before looking up at Shawn, “W-work sucked,” she hiccuped, “and I just burned myself, and I didn’t get sleep last night, and-” she was cut off by Shawn pulling her into his arms.

Allowing herself to settle into the warm embrace of her fiancé’s large arms Emerson felt at home for the time being, wrapped up in Shawn’s love and affection. Allowing the cracks in her emotional dam to finally break, a broken sob fell past Emerson’s lips when Shawn gave her an extra tight squeeze.

As she felt Shawn start rocking her back a forth he also started to humm a song she didn’t recognize into her messy hair. Feeling the vibrations from Shawn’s humming against her cheek that rested on his chest, Emerson didn’t hold any of her tears back. For the first time in months she let herself cry in Shawn’s arms, receiving the same treatment she often gave him when the weight of his career and the fear of letting his family and fans down sometimes got too much.

Emerson wasn't sure how long they stood in the middle of the kitchen, before Shawn carefully maneuvered them towards the center island, leaning back against marble countertop. With each movement Shawn made sure that his grip on his fianceé never loosened, that she stayed held close to his chest. As she listened to Shawn continue to hum the melody to what she assumed would be turned into a new song, Emerson started to follow his breathing, willing her body and mind to relax and find its way back to earth.

Finally, she felt her hiccups and sniffles subside and she heard Shawn slowly start to let his humming die off, her breathing regulating itself again and her breathing coming back down to a normal rhythm. Once Emerson felt as if she had her feet on solid ground a dull pain began to radiate from her hand, she knew she would have to be sure the skin didn’t blister later on from the burn.

Shawn gently pulled Emerson away from his body so he could properly see her face, so he could at least try and read her current emotional state and decide how he could help from there. She knew that her face was covered in streaky mascara and tear tracks, her nose also starting to run, but she didn’t care. Shawn has proposed to Emerson and in six month would be promising to spend the rest of his life with her, through the good and the bad.

It had taken her almost three years to understand that Shawn didn’t judge her, through the good, the bad and the ugly, he never judged. He would stand by her side regardless of how messy her makeup was, how ratty her hair was or how mentally exhausted she was. Shawn was safe, Shawn was home.

“Now let me see your hand.” It was the first full sentence he had spoken to her since she left for work at 6:45 that morning. Holding her right hand out to Shawn, Emerson realized that it was just red. She realized that she had probably gotten it under the cold water fast enough that it wouldn’t blister, the skin would just be sensitive for a couple of days. With that realization a tiny smile graced her face. “Not too bad,” Shawn gently brushed his thumb over the sensitive skin causing Emerson to pull back slightly, “do you want to talk over a warm shower? Just you and me, maybe some music?”

“But your mu-”

Shawn held a finger up to her lips momentarily and Emerson poked her tongue out to barely lick Shawn’s finger. He pulled his hand away while his nose scrunched up in the adorable way she always loved to watch. The skin wrinkling just slightly to create a look that mixed amusement and disgust.

“My music can come later,” he leaned into her to kiss her forehead. “Right now your health and happiness is more important and I’m asking if you’d like that.” Emerson let the idea marinate in her mind for a few seconds considering if letting Shawn brush off his music for her was really a good idea. She knew that Shawn had almost an entire album written already, his number of ‘creative days’ had exponentially increased in the past weeks and she had been seeing less and less of her incredibly driven and dedicated fiancé. “Don’t overthink it Bunny, a simple yes or no.”

Instead of a ‘yes’, she nodded in response to his offer. A large smile grew on Shawn’s face and he held out his hand for Emerson to take, feeling his warm palm clasp around hers allowed for more tension to make its way out of her body.

Shawn held Emerson’s hand tightly in his while he made his way towards the stairs that would take them to the second level of the apartment where their master bedroom and bathroom was. When they had been apartment shopping nearly a year earlier Shawn insisted that their future home had plenty of space for both of them, as well as enough room to host family and friends when needed.

Shawn opened the door to their shared bedroom and looked behind him with a soft smile “Do you want to go start the shower while I go get towels and clothes for both of us?” He kissed Emerson’s forehead after he asked the question. “What do you want me to get you?” Emerson let out a quiet hum while she thought, sniffling the rest of her tears away.

“One of your long sleeves, boyshorts and a sports bra,” she paused for a moment, “please?” Contrary to popular belief Emerson found a sports bra and a comfy long sleeve shirt to be the best lazy day outfit. She had learned at an early age that big boobs were both a blessing and a curse, she often found it uncomfortable to go without any support.

over to the master bathroom Emerson only turned on one set off lights, dimly illuminating the room so it wouldn’t make her simmering migraine worse.

“Shawn doesn’t like it as hot as I do,” she mumbled to herself as she turned the knob on the shower to slightly cooler than she usually would. She watched both of the shower heads started spitting out water, the addition was something else Shawn had indulged in when they were purchasing the apartment.

She stuck her hand under the spray of water feeling it begin to get warmer, steam starting to flow over the top of the glass door. Emerson didn’t hear the bathroom door open again and was slightly startled when she felt a pair of arms circle around her waist.

“You’re still dressed?” Shawn mumbled, leaving a gentle kiss under her ear.

Emerson glanced down to her wrinkled button down and skirt with a shrug, “I kind of just forgot.” She was somehow too tired to remember to get undressed and if it wasn’t for Shawn probably would have stepped into the shower still dressed.

As she went to reach behind herself she felt Shawn’s hands stop her. “I’ll get this, you just work on your shirt.” He started to hum the same song from earlier again. Emerson tried to focus more on the melody this time while she undid the top two buttons on her shirt before pulling it over her head. She felt Shawn’s fingers fumbling to undo the metal clasp on the top of her shirt and went to reach behind herself to get it when Shawn gently pushed her hand away again.

“I can get it,” he already had the zipper down but needed to get the metal clasp open so that Emerson could shimmy out of the uncomfortable material. Once the clasp had been popped Shawn carefully pulled at the bottom of the skirt until it could slide down her legs the rest of the way on its own. Watching as the fabric pooled at her ankles Emerson felt Shawn’s fingers hook into the waistband of her lace cheekies and pull them down her legs. As she stepped out of her underwear she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and let it slide down her arms to fall on top of her crumpled shirt.

She turned around to see Shawn pushing his boxers and baseball shorts down his legs, kicking them into the same pile as Emerson’s suit. “Is it warm enough?” He asked, reaching his hand into the shower to feel the water temperature.

“It’s what I usually put it on when we shower together,” Emerson mumbled as she carefully stepped under the warm spray of the double shower heads. She watched as Shawn tested the water with his own hand before deciding it wasn’t too hot for him to enter.

Shawn ran a hand through his wet hair while Emerson did the same, allowing themselves to wash some tension out of their bodies with the warm water. Shawn from writing music for nearly the past month straight with no breaks, and Emerson from her awful day at work mixed with the past month’s pent of emotions. “Shawn?”

Even though Emerson didn’t revive a verbal response from Shawn she knew that he listened as she asked her question. “Can you wash my hair?” She always loved when Shawn washed his hair, his nimble fingers were often able to massage her migraines away.

“Just give me your shampoo, Bunny,” Shawn held his hand out for the bottle. Emerson hesitated, her hand hovering between her bottle of shampoo and Shawn’s. She wrapped her fingers around his bottle before placing it in his waiting hand. “This isn’t-”

“I know,” she turned around and squinted through the water, “it’s yours.” Shawn didn’t think much more of it as he squeezed a dollop into his right hand before placing the bottle down, rubbing his hands together to create sudds. It was quiet for a few minutes as Shawn worked the shampoo into her scalp, his front pressed against her back as he did so.

Shawn knew that when Emerson got overwhelmed she often liked to be close to him, it helped to keep her grounded and in touch with her surroundings.

“Y’know,” Emerson’s eyes were closer as Shawn worked the shampoo into the bottom portion of her hair. “When you’re on tour and I miss you a little extra,” her nose wrinkled slightly when Shawn’s fingers got stuck on a knot in her hair, “I’ll go to the store and buy a bottle of your shampoo or body wash, then use it for a couple days.”

Shawn felt his heart clench at the confession and dropped his forehead to rest on Emerson’s shoulder. “Kinda how I make my stylist buy a bottle of your perfume?” He only received a small nod from Emerson but knew that it held meaning. “Tip back so I can rinse your hair.”

Doing as Shawn asked she tipped her head back, his fingers running from her scalp down to the ends of her hair. He carefully worked the shampoo out of her hair until the water running out of the ends was clear of suds. “Your turn,” Emerson spoke quietly, reaching out to pick up the bottle of shampoo again. Shawn was only slightly taller than she was, so once the shampoo in her hands had been turned to suds all she had to do was reach up and start working it into her fiancée’s roots.

“Do you want to talk about today?” Shawn asked the question while Emerson’s fingers were massaging the shampoo into his scalp.

Her fingers paused for a moment before continuing their previous motions, “I knew as soon as that fire alarm went off that I should have just called into the office sick.” It was a confession she had been waiting to make since she walked through the apartment door nearly an hour earlier.

“You went to the office right?” Shawn asked and revived a small hum in affirmation. “And you made it through the day?”

“Barely so-”

Shawn held a hand up, “but you made it through the day.” He squeezed body wash into Emerson’s hands and she started to lather herself up. “Now you’re home,” he closed the bottle and set it back in its place, “and we can focus on making you feel better.” It again fell silent while Emerson watched the suds from the body wash slip off her body and down the drain, mixing with the suds from Shawn’s body also.

After a couple minutes the water running down the drain was mostly clear and a tattooed hand reached past Emerson to turn the shower off. He ran his fingers through his soaked hair, trying to get some of the water out while he pushed open the glass door to the shower.

“Bunny,” Emerson’s head looked up from the ground and over to where Shawn was holding open a fluffy bath sheet for her. Carefully stepping over the small lip on the shower floor and on to the heated tiles, those had come with the apartment, they weren’t a ‘Shawn Investment’ like many other features.

“I think you were so brave today,” Shawn kissed Emerson’s forehead while he wrapped the bath sheet around her, tucking it in on itself so it would stay wrapped around her body. He took a smaller towel and lifted her wet hair up, wrapping the towel around her shoulders before carefully setting her hair back down into place. “Want me to dry your hair, Bunny?”

Emerson nodded but Shawn responded with a quiet ‘tsk’, signaling that he wasn’t happy with her response. “Words please?” It came across as more of a question than a demand.

Emerson walked over to the vanity and sat in the chair that was in front of it, “yes please,” she sighed as she let her eyes slip closed. It had been a long day and she had been pushed to both her physical and mental limits, wanting time to unwind. The next morning it would be Saturday and she would be able to sleep as late as she wanted, wrapped up in Shawn’s arms.

She listened as Shawn padded around the bathroom, gathering what he needed to dry Emerson’s hair. “You still use that weird pink spray?” It sounded like the question came from the other side of the bathroom where the hair care products were kept.

“The heat protector, yes,” Emerson wasn’t sure how loud she was answering the question, but she hoped that Shawn heard her. Suddenly she jumped when she heard a cap being popped off of a bottle right behind her. When did Shawn get back across the bathroom? “I usually do ten sprays.”

Her eyes remained closed while Shawn sprayed the heat protector and quick dry into her golden brown hair, “do you want me to dry it all the way?” Emerson went to shake her head ‘no’ when she remembered that Shawn wanted words.

Still with a shake of ‘no’ Emerson found the energy to speak the words, “no thank you,” followed by a pause. “Only half-way,” she heard Shawn plug the hair dryer into the outlet on the vanity.

She opened her eyes when she felt a brush running through her hair, being met with Shawn’s warm smile, “just getting any leftover knots out.” Letting her eyes slip closed again Emerson nodded. A few seconds later she heard the blow dryer whir to life and felt the warm air on the skin of her neck, causing her to shiver.

Shawn started combing his fingers through Emerson’s hair, his fingers easily slipping through the damp strands thanks to the conditioner. As her hair started to dry a few fly-away strands blew in front of her face, tickling her nose. She reached her hands up to brush away the strands and Shawn turned the blow dryer off and set it down on the vanity, his large hands brushing her hair away from her face. “Do you want me to braid it?”

Emerson shook her head no before remembering that Shawn wanted a verbal answer, “no thank you,” she mumbled. Shawn picked up the brush once more and ran it through her mostly dry hair, the soft strands falling back into place. “Maybe later though.”

Emerson wanted to ask Shawn something else, for something else, but wasn’t sure if he would be turned off by the request. It had been something they’d done in the past, quite often actually, but a voice inside her head held her back from asking for it.

Realizing that overthinking had caused her emotions to build up once again Emerson found herself harshly rubbing her fists into her eyes to stop herself from crying. “Bunny,” Shawn gently grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from her face. “Is there something I’m missing?” He asked the question in a soft voice, easing Emerson into to opening up to him.

“M’just overwhelmed,” she sniffled, Shawn noticed that tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes yet again and reached out to brush them away. “And I-” she never finished her though, choosing to lean into Shawn’s touch instead.

He brushed his thumb over Emerson’s cheekbone and let out a long sigh, “You know you can ask me for anything, Bunny. Especially when it will help you feel better.” Shawn finished his sentence with a kiss on the tip of her nose. Emerson took a deep breath and closed her eyes, she had asked Shawn this at least a dozen times before. Why was it so hard now?

Emerson and Shawn’s relationship had always been a physical one, snuggling, sex, even just small, subtle touches when they were out in public to help keep the other grounded. This physical intimacy seemed to help make up for Emerson’s lack of words, her struggle with sharing her feelings. About nine months into their relationship Shawn had been scrolling through social media when he looked up he raised an eyebrow causing Emerson to grow concerned.

“What?” She asked slightly concerned for what Shawn had planned. Setting his phone down Shawn took in a deep breath before he spoke, “you ever heard of umm-” his words died off.

Emerson scooted closer to her boyfriend and rested a hand on his thigh that tensed under her touch, “have I ever heard of what? What’s happening? Are you okay?” Her immediate reaction was that her boyfriend- or someone close to him- had fallen ill.

“Therapy spanking.” Emerson watched as his cheeks heated up after he spoke. “Have you ever heard of therapy spanking?” He let out a shaky breath, nervously running a hand through his hair.

“I-” Emerson couldn’t find the words she wanted to say, “no?” It came across as a question. Shawn took another long breath and pulled Emerson so she was sitting in his lap, her knees resting on either side of his thighs.

“I’ve been researching it actually,” he laughed nervously. “I know you’ve been having a hard time with expressing things, and that’s perfectly okay!” He didn’t want Emerson to feel hurt by his declaration, but she rarely opened up to him about what was going on in her life or how she was feeling. “But you hate crying, and you need to get you-”

“Shawn I’m fine,” she cut him off.

“As I was saying,” he wasn’t going to give Emerson any room to argue with him. They were going to have a conversation like adults, not two teenagers. “You have a hard time with emotions and need to get them out somehow and I’ve done a ton of research on therapy spanking.”

Emerson looked up at her boyfriend through her glasses, confusion filling her gaze. “I’m not a little kid Shawn, you’re not a parent punishing me. Besides,” she sighed, “I was never umm, spanked as a child either.”

Shawn carefully thought his response over before speaking, “It’s not a punishment,” he felt like spitting the words out, “it’s emotional release, to help you feel better and clear your head.”

Emerson pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, “fine,” she huffed. “I’ll try once, and if I don’t like it we’re never bringing it up again.” She crossed her arms which caused Shawn to laugh.

“Okay, once,” Shawn nodded, resting his large hands on either of Emerson’s thighs. “And if you don’t like it we’re never doing it again.” He sealed his promise with a gentle peck on her lips.

Finding herself back in the bathroom she now shared with Shawn, in their apartment, Emerson blinked at herself in the mirror. She needed to feel grounded, she needed to get rid of the self doubt and angst the bad day had caused. “Shawn?” She turned around and looked up at Shawn from where she sat on the plush vanity chair.

“Yes?” He asked quietly.

Emerson took in a long breath before looking up into Shawn’s warm whiskey eyes again. “Can you please- can you please,” she struggled to find the words she wanted, “can you please spank me?” She closed her eyes again after asking the question.

“Emerson,” Shawn used her full first name, “I need you to look at me, please?” He continued to brush his thumb over her cheek bone. When her eyes opened they were still swimming with unshed tears, tears that Shawn knew would be falling in a few minutes. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes. This is what I want,” Emerson nodded and Shawn pulled his hand away from her cheek, falling to his side. A few seconds later he held the same hand out for her to take. Slowly she did as was requested and took Shawn’s hand, his larger palm encasing hers with warmth. “Can we go to the bedroom please?” She asked standing up.

Shawn lifted her hand up and kissed the back of it, “that was the plan.” He started to gently guide her towards their bedroom and sat on the edge of the mattress so that his feet were flat on the floor. Emerson sat down next to him, her knee nervously bouncing up and down like it usually would in these situations.

“Do you want to talk about your day before or after?” The question Shawn asked usually started off every session. Sometimes Emerson would like to talk about her day beforehand, but she usually asked to talk about it after, wanting to release some of the emotion beforehand.

“After,” she paused, “please?” She watched as Shawn prepared himself for the activity they were about to engage in. He stood up and reached down into the small mini fridge next to the bed, pushing past the bottles of water to find the aloe vera cooling lotion he liked to keep refrigerated. He would usually take the lotion out to cool before their sessions started so it wasn’t too cold when he applied the lotion to Emerson’s heated skin after the fact.

Sitting back on the mattress Shawn looked at Emerson and drew in a long breath, “How would you like me to spank you, or how would you be most comfortable?” Shawn liked to keep her as comfortable as possible throughout the entire process, it tended to be his priority.

Emerson fiddled with the hem of her shirt and carefully thought over her options, “over your lap?” She asked quietly, not yet looking up. She watched her leg bounce up and down for a few seconds before Shawn opened his arms up for her. Without words she turned and crawled into her fiancé’s lap, her knees settling on either side of his thighs, her head falling to his shoulder.

Shawn wrapped his arms tightly around Emerson’s waist, his large hand slipping under his long sleeve shirt that she had slipped into. She tried to calm her heartbeat by listening to Shawn’s the steady thumping could be felt from where her hand rested on his chest, she often joked and called his heartbeat the ‘bass drum to her life’, but it was true. Shawn helped keep her grounded. Shawn was home.

No words were exchanged between the pair until Emerson moved her hand from Shawn’s chest and lifted her head up, looking into his eyes. “You ready now?” He brushed a strand of dry hair from in front of her eyes, he would french braid it after.

“Yes,” Emerson nodded, moving from Shawn’s lap so she was again sitting next to him. Shawn took in a long breath, grounding himself before he started telling Emerson what to do. The process was both emotionally taxing and relieving for Shawn and Emerson. While their therapy spanking sessions often helped to rid them of pent up emotion that words couldn’t always express, they were both usually exhausted after the fact.

Shawn rubbed his sweaty palms over the basketball shorts he had on while he tried to make sure his voice would be firm when he spoke. “Can you stand up, Bunny?” He asked Emerson with a slight smile, he wanted to make sure that he didn’t rub her the wrong way. Their sessions were delicate processes and one misstep could send someone into an overdrive of negative emotions.

Nodding Emerson rose to her feet, still looking down at the ground, her hands tugging on the hem of her shirt. Shawn reached out and took her hands in his, pulling her close enough to kiss the back of each. “Remember that I love you?” He was trying to assure Emerson that she was safe in his hands and had nothing to worry about. She could let herself go completely if she needed to.

“I love you too, Shawn.” She responded looking up to meet his eyes again. Shawn took that as the piece of consent he needed to move forward more, but he would still be checking in multiple times before they actually started their session.

Gently, Shawn started to move up the hem of his shirt that Emerson wore. He bunched it between his hands right above the waistband of the white boyshorts she currently had on. He leaned in and pressed a gentle line of kisses along the skin that was now exposed to him.

Shivering under Shawn’s touch Emerson moved her hands to rest on his shoulders while he moved his left hand to the waistband of her panties. “On or off?” To Shawn this question couldn’t be overlooked, ever. He knew that in a couple of minutes Emerson would be put in an incredibly vulnerable position, and the level of trust she chose to put into his hands, ultimately, rested in hers.

Emerson rocked on the balls of her feet while Shawn’s thumb rubbed gentle circles into the skin that covered her hip bone, thinking. After a few moments she moved a hand from Shawn’s shoulder to cover his, “off?”

“It’s not up to me, Bunny. That sounded awfully like a question not an answer.” He wanted Emerson to be sure of her decision and would wait all night for a confident answer if he had to.

“Off.” She looked up into his eyes this time, “please?” Shawn leaned in to place one more kiss right under her belly button before he dropped the hem of her shirt, both of his hands hooking into her waist band.

Taking in a deep breath he slowly started to pull the fabric down her legs, letting it pool at her feet once they were able to slide down the rest of the way on their own. “Ready?” Shawn moved a hand to rest on Emerson’s back right above the curve of her ass.

Emerson nodded before mumbling a small ‘yes’. Shawn shifted so that he sat a little bit further up on the bed, making sure that both he and Emerson would have enough room to be comfortable throughout the process.

After getting the verbal confirmation he needed from Emerson, Shawn gentully guided her over his thighs with his hand that rested on her back and the other, resting between her shoulders. He let Emerson adjust herself so that she was comfortable, his hand rubbing gentle circles into the small of her back while she shifted. With his other hand Shawn reached behind him to grab a pillow for her to rest her head, settling it next to his left thigh.

Once Emerson had stilled, her hands folded and her chin resting on them, she looked up at Shawn with teary blue eyes. “I’m okay, Rockstar,” she assured him with a gentle smile, her eyes slipping closed after. “Remember that I love you,” she added.

Shawn’s eyes trailed down Emerson’s body to where his shirt covered the top of her ass, “I love you too,” he let out a shaky breath. Moving both of his hands down to the hem of the shirt he carefully folded the pink material up to her mid back, giving him plenty of room to work. “Just relax for me.”

Shawn carefully lifted his right leg and moved it over Emerson’s calves, she always tended to squirm and it helped to keep her still. Next he took his left hand and secured it around her waist, his hand curling around her side and his thumb starting to rub soothing circles into her skin. He was just as nervous as Emerson, but he loved her and would do anything she needed him to.

Shawn carefully slid his right hand down Emerson’s back it coming to a rest on her left asscheek, his fingers gently kneading into the skin there. He watched his fingers sink slightly into her flesh, his eyes moving to the stretchmarks that also spanned over her skin. He remembered when she had been incredibly insure about them, one night he walked into the bathroom while she was applying cocoa butter to the stretchmarks, trying to make them lighter. From that day forward

Shawn and Emerson had spent time trying to make each other love their bodies, teaching each other that their imperfections made them both more attractive, more human.

Shawn continued to knead Emerson’s skin for a few minutes, getting the blood flowing before he started spanking her usually made it less painful and made the redness and any bruising disappear faster. “Bunny?” He quietly asked. Emerson turned her head and cracked an eye open. “You ready?”

She reached a hand up to fake salute Shawn, “yer, sir!” She offered a smile. Shawn laughed, glad that Emerson chose that moment to try and lighten the mood slightly. With the confirmation, Shawn removed his hand from Emerson’s skin, slightly red from the minutes of kneading he had just done. Shawn took a deep breath before letting his hand fall, a small smack filling the room as his hand made contact with Emerson’s right ass cheek. He watched as her fingers tightened their grip on the pillowcase, her eyes squeezing shut tighter.

“You okay, Bunny?” He asked quietly, he knew he wasn’t hurting Emerson, providing comfort that she needed in the moment. Emerson nodded and cracked an eye open, giving Shawn a slightly more relaxed smile.

Squeezing her hand into the pillow under her head Emerson braced herself for the next spank when she felt Shawn’s large hand stop kneading her skin again.

Feeling Shawn’s large hand cover almost her entire ass straight across the middle with the next spank Emerson felt a few tears slip out of the corners of her eyes. Feeling Shawn’s hand lift off her skin once more the next five spanks came one after the other, she knew Shawn was settling into his normal rhythm.

A common question they had gotten asked once they brought the concept up among their ‘couple friends’, was if they also used spanking in the ‘kinkier’ aspects of the bedroom. The first time Brian had asked Shawn the question they had both had a little too much alcohol and Shawn’s face turned bright red with laughter.

“C’mon man,” he said after regaining his composure, the conversation dying off after the comment. Of course they also used spanking in more sexual aspects of their relationship but sometimes the benefits of the emotional release it could provide were overlooked.

Feeling her skin start to heat up more, Emerson pulled her bottom lip between her teeth trying to keep the few whimpers she let out quiet. Noticing her behavior, Shawn paused his movements and gently pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth with his thumb and pointer finger, “we both know that holding back won’t do you any good, eh?” He watched Emerson’s eyes that were now swimming with tears openly.

“Right,” she quietly responded before letting her eyes close again. Shawn carefully kneaded her skin again while he waited for her body to relax again, the muscles in her thighs too tense for Shawn’s liking. He slipped his hand down from her ass to the back of her left thigh and squeezed it gently, signaling that she should relax her body before he continued.

They often didn’t use many words during their sessions. After doing it for a couple years they were both able to read each other’s bodies well enough that words weren’t constantly needed, the verbal communication decreasing over time. Now their signals to each other were mostly physical, Shawn’s gentle massages between sets of spanks often helped Emerson to relax and allowed her to release her emotions in incriminates rather than all at once.

“I’m gonna start again.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement from Shawn after Emerson’s muscles had relaxed under his gentle touches.

Again fisting the pillow case in her hands, Emerson braced herself for the next set of spanks, waiting to hear the noise of skin hitting skin fill the room again. A surprised gasp fell past Emerson’s lips when Shawn’s hand fell on the top of her right thigh, just under the curve of her ass. It was a particularly sensitive spot for her and wound usually give the most reaction when Shawn spanked the area. After another sharp smack to the top of her left thigh Emerson couldn’t hold her tears back any longer.

A steady stream began to flow out the corners of her eyes, the tears running down her cheeks and on to the pillow under her head. However, Shawn’s ministrations didn’t stop but picked up with force, his speed staying steady but the spanks becoming harder.

Emerson lost count of how many times his hand had come down on her ass and the tops of her thighs somewhere around thirty, her tears still steadily flowing and small whimpers and hiccups flowing past her lips.

Her head started to feel slightly fuzzy but she heard Shawn’s praise as he continued to let his hand fall onto her skin with sharp smacks, “such a good girl for me,” she remembered hearing.

“You’re doing amazing, Bunny. Let it all out, don’t be afraid to cry, not with me.” The steady stream of praises that he was spewing weren’t uncommon but to Emerson they sounded more frequent, filled with more emotion.

Somewhere between Shawn telling her it was okay to cry and a stream of sharp smacks falling down straight across her ass cheeks she felt Shawn’s other arm unwrap itself from around her waist. His hand moved to cup her cheek, brushing along her cheekbones while the speed of his spanks started to slow.

Emerson felt like she wasn’t completely present in the moment, the spanking no longer stung but instead felt like a comforting weight whenever Shawn’s hand came down. The words he spoke didn’t completely make it past her ears that felt as if they were filled with cotton and her head felt slightly fuzzy.

“You did amazing,” Shawn mumbled after he let the last smack fall right across her ass, covering almost the entire thing. “So amazing,” he spoke a little louder watching the tears still freely flow from Emerson’s closed eyes. He let his eyes trail down to her butt that was now an angry shade of red, a few small bruises starting to bloom on the skin.

Being careful not to move her around too much, Shawn moved Emerson so her head was in his lap, his thumb still rubbing soothing circles into her cheekbone, his other hand carefully massaging her bright red skin. “Bunny,” Shawn mumbled, wanting Emerson to open her eyes for him. “Can you open your eyes?” He hoped that asking her would get the reaction he wanted, “I miss seeing them, so pretty and blue,” he spoke in a quiet sing song voice.

Watching as her eyelids fluttered open, a wide smile spread across Shawn’s face. “How are you?” He hummed as Emerson lethargically blinked, her eyelids looking as if they weighed a thousand pounds each. Emerson mumbled something that Shawn wasn’t quite able to make out but he nodded anyway, his hand moving from her cheek to her hair. His fingers combed through the freshly washed strands as he looked behind him for the aloe vera lotion.

“That was fifty-four,” Shawn laughed lightly, “you gotta tell me how you’re feeling though.” Shawn always liked to be sure that Emerson was okay after each of their sessions, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible.

She opened both of her eyes again and looked up at Shawn, “m’good! She gave him a thumbs up with a small smile. Shawn sighed and shook his head, glad to have a piece of his usually playful fiancée back for the time being, even though she still had tears flowing out of her eyes. “Hurts though,” she wiggled her hips a little bit.

“Well duh,” Shawn reached behind him to grab the bottle of lotion, “it’s bruising already.” He watched Emerson try and look behind herself to see her ass but she quickly gave up after realizing she would have to sit-up stretch more to see it, trusting Shawn’s words instead. “Can I put lotion on?”

“Yes please,” Emerson’s tears were starting to slow, her head starting to feel a little clearer. She was able to clearly hear everything Shawn was saying and her skin started to sting more rather than just feel warm. She listened to Shawn unscrew the top of the lotion bottle before he squeezed a line across the top of her ass, the cool substance making her face scrunch up in a bit of discomfort.

Shawn’s large hands both started to rub the green tinted lotion into her skin, being careful not to apply too much pressure where he noticed that bruises were starting to bloom. “You want to talk about your day yet?” Both knew they would have to address the bad day at some point, and they had reached the point in the session when it usually would be discussed.

“I woke up cranky,” Emerson closed her eyes again, flinching when Shawn’s hands ran over sore spots on her ass. “The fire alarm going off that early sucked, and I didn’t get back to sleep.” Emerson had tossed and turned trying to get back to sleep until her alarm for work went off.

Shawn squeezed a little more lotion on to her skin, “I told you that you could have called in sick and we could have snuggled all day.”

Emerson sighed, “well I didn’t. Ow,” she mumbled when Shawn pressed too hard into a sore spot on the top of her right thigh. “And then I got to work and my heel broke and I fell and a nail broke and it just sucked,” she rushed the words out all at once trying to avoid crying again.

“You could have called me on your lunch break-”

“I didn’t have time for lunch,” Emerson cut Shawn off, “we were in and out of meetings all day.” He noticed how exhausted she looked, she had bags under her eyes and she seemed to barely be able to stay awake after their session. “And I just wanted to come home and snuggle but you were writing and I spilled coffee on myself and today sucked.” She repeated the word but couldn’t think of much more to describe how shitty her day had been.

Shawn finished rubbing the last of the lotion into her skin and lifted Emerson up so he could lie down. He carefully settled her head on his chest and kissed her temple, “now we can snuggle, and in a little while we can get up and order dinner because I know your head is going to be killing you soon.”

Shawn over the years Shawn was able to get to know Emerson’s body almost as well as she did, and he knew when she didn’t eat enough she often got migraines that Motrin couldn’t fix. Emerson turned her head to look up at Shawn, “that Greek place downtown?” She had been hungry since early that afternoon and now that Shawn had mentioned food her stomach had seemed to grow even more empty.

“Yes,” Shawn laughed, “I’ll order from the Greek place downtown.” He started combing his fingers through her hair again, “but for now can we nap?” Emerson had forgotten that as much energy as she was able to release during the sessions, Shawn had to use the same amount, if not more to help her get the emotional release she needed. He often found himself exhausted and spent after therapy spankings and the pair would nap together for a couple hours before Shawn would apply another layer of lotion to Emerson’s skin.

A long yawn tumbled past Emerson’s lips, “a nap sounds fantastic,” she mumbled, her eyes closing again. Shawn watched as her hand moved down his chest to intertwine with his, her thumb rubbing along his swallow tattoo. “Thank you Shawn,” she smiled, “I love you.”

Shawn leaned down and nuzzled his nose into Emerson’s hair that smelled like his shampoo, “you’re welcome, Bunny. I love you too.”

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babyshawwn · 6 years ago

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Surrender | Blurb

Word count: 2.6k.

A/N: Because I’ve been in a soft mood lately.

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Though snow had begun falling yesterday and hadn’t stopped even once over the night, a small trickle of warmth from the early morning sun streamed into the familiar, dim bedroom that I occasionally shared with my boyfriend and forced a slight heat to rise in the large, white room little by little.

The blinds weren’t rolled down completely and the sun reflecting on the surface of white snow outside, slowly began lightening the room and somewhat pulled me from my drowse. Rolling over to face towards the window, still completely stunned by the CN tower covered in snow and the Christmas lights hanging on almost every corner of the street, I hadn’t quite gotten used to the beautiful view just yet.

What I had already gotten used to was falling asleep and waking up next to Shawn. Though we hadn’t been dating all that long, it had easily become my favourite thing in the world.

My fingers slid across the warm, white bedsheets as I reached for Shawn’s bare back. My eyes popped wide open as my hands, to my great disappointment, didn’t find what they had begun searching for.

Peering slightly confused around the room, I found Shawn’s side of the bed empty and he was nowhere else to be seen.

I’m not sure why but a slight yank of distress reached the surface of my stomach. I couldn’t name anything better than waking up to his cute little snores and his warm body just a few inches next to mine, his hair all messy and his cheeks just a tad more heated than otherwise.

Rubbing my eyes to get rid of the still blurry vision, I pushed my heavy body up, wondering where the hell my panties ended up after last night.

We had been at a Christmas party with his friends, whom always managed to drink him completely under the table while playing beer pong. Shawn was convinced that Brian cheated each time and the rest of us were fully aware that Shawn always lost simply because he sucked.

But okay, Brian and I had a lot of practice from Uni, maybe too much practice to be completely honest, and Shawn had absolutely none.

When we got home at three in the morning, Shawn had been quite eager to say the least and our clothes had been thrown carelessly on the floor all over the apartment while making our way towards his bedroom.

Shawn was a horny drunk, heck, it didn’t take much more than a couple of beers before he started sending dirty texts and teasing stares from across the room.

But hey, who isn’t a sucker for sloppy drunk sex?

Running a hand through my messy hair and gently tugging the usual knots apart, I studied the room for my clothes but gave up rather quickly, reaching for one of Shawn’s white t-shirt and tugged it over my body with a tired smile on my lips as the scent of his strong cologne spread within the matter of seconds after pulling it over my head.

It was big enough to cover my ass and there would be no need to search further for the lost panties. Letting my bare feet settle on the cold floor, a shiver ran down my spine and I swayed across the wooden floor, picking up Shawn’s jeans from last night and hanging them across the chair in the corner as I heard faint music somewhere down the hallway.

A slight giggle rolled out of my mouth as I imagined him dancing along in his boxers while the radio played in the background. He did that a lot. I loved how, despite his choice of career, he still became rather embarrassed when I caught him jamming out to Kings of Leon.

As I continued padding my way towards the source of the music, a burnt smell seemed to spread as I realised Shawn was fumbling around in the kitchen, just down the hall.

More than one thing was rather strange about this particular, cold December morning in Shawn’s Toronto based flat.

For one, Shawn never got up earlier than noon after a hefty night of drinking. Even on weekdays, where I was technically the only one who had to wake up early, I only managed to get him out of bed after at least ten minutes of persuading and negotiating about how I was going to make up for dragging him out of his comfy bed.

Often, it involved some begging and very little clothing.

Secondly, Shawn barely used the kitchen at all. Truth be told, he usually avoided going in there and to be completely honest, that was probably for the best. This kid could set cereal on fire.

Or burn something as easy as rice whenever I left him in charge for less than four minutes without supervision.

So what on earth was he doing up this early and why the heck was he in the kitchen?

The realistic answer might be that he was still slightly drunk and had simply gotten lost on his way to the bathroom in the middle of the night to go for a pee.

Yes, that was actually easier to believe than Shawn willingly waking up before a quarter to nine.

As I made it into the kitchen, I simply couldn’t help the tiny smile that slipped across my lips at the sight that met me.

Shawn was standing by the sink, shirtless with a pair of grey sweatpants hanging lose from his hips. His hair was messy and the curls uncontrolled, falling into his eyes without him caring and his face was heated and had become a beautiful pinkish colour.

Shawn was cussing as he dropped a hot pan into the sink, smoke from something burnt I couldn’t quite put my finger on clotting around him, whining in pain and muttering complaints to himself, his voice still rather husky from sleep and last night’s heavy drinking.

Yeah, Shawn and cooking really wasn’t a match.

Leaning against the counter, resting my chin in my palm, a small giggly sound escaping my lips, as I watched my boyfriend violently stabbing a piece of burnt toast with a knife as if it would somehow make it better.

The teakettle made a high pitch sound – that apparently seemed unfamiliar enough to frighten Shawn – and there for the poor guy dropped the over-done toast into the sink.

I had to hold back a laughter by biting into my bottom lip as Shawn began swearing under his breath, throwing spoons and forks across the kitchen in anger, while talking about how trashy the kitchen machines were and how no one beside professional chefs could possibly work these stupid things.

“So you’re making breakfast?” I giggled in disbelieve as he spun around seconds after.

His eyes seemed slightly confused, a little frightened but most of all annoyed with the entire situation he had gotten himself into.

It was rather cute.

Shawn blushed slightly as he caught the state of the kitchen, but I couldn’t help but laugh the adorable face he was unwillingly making.

“Yeah, I uhm. Wanted to surprise you, I guess. Being the day before Christmas and all…” Shawn shrugged, his hand scratching the back of his neck as he realized his defeat. “Didn’t really go as planned.”

“You don’t say.”

I raised an eyebrow at him and pushed myself to sit on the counter as Shawn made his way towards me.

“Just get it over with, okay?” He told me, rolling his eyes annoyingly, despite the loving smile that was planted on his face.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“But I know you want to. Come at me, I’m a big boy, I can take it.”

Shawn placed his soft hands on my tights before spreading them apart - just enough for him to get between them - and pulled my body just a little closer to his.

I folded my arms around his neck and gave him a soft peck on the tip of his nose. His broad, naked chest were brushing softly against mine when he moved and it sent multiple vibrations through my body and forced a pull in my stomach.

“I’ll give you an A for effort?”

“I’ll take what I can get.” He joked, his eyes rolling at me.

“I love you for wanting to make me breakfast, though. That was sweet of you.”

Shawn rested his head on my collarbone as his arms wrapped around my waist and he pressed his face against my skin. My fingers disappeared into his messy hair and I locked my legs around his hips to keep him close.

Shawn was warm, as always, and the movement from his fingertips on my lower back made a tickly feeling reach the tip of my toes.

Shawn’s soft lips were muttering sweet words against my bare skin, I couldn’t really hear what he was saying, but the tickle from his plump lips forced a heat to rise in my cheeks.

The more time I spend with him, the more my heart began to feel things, I never thought could happen to someone like me. It was weird to me, really.

I was never the girl to believe in a love like this, a love like all the movies or a love like Shawn write songs about. I was never the girl to believe in a happy ever after or that men could actually be reliable. I had been let down too many times.

And now, I felt… wrong whenever I wasn’t around him. I had gotten used to his loving and caring ways when I was with him. Gotten attached to his beyond beautiful soul and big, warm heart. I was slowly but surely becoming addicted to his affection and his heart.

Suddenly, I didn’t feel the kind of empty I had been feeling since the first time my heart got broken. I wasn’t drowning anymore; my head wasn’t constantly under water. I could breathe when I was around him.

And having him as close as he was now, exploded my heart with a kind of love, I never knew existed. A kind of love, I never thought someone as cynical as I was, would ever be able to find, would ever be able to believe in.

But I did now, I did believe in Shawn’s heart. I believed in his intentions, his promises. In him. For the first time in my life.

Shawn’s fingers moved to my thighs and his thumbs began moving around in small circles as he tilted his head to look towards mine.

“What are you thinking about?” He wondered as his eyes fell on mine.

Shawn found my fingers and intertwined them with his, pulling to his mouth to place a warm and loving kiss on my knuckles. Pecking softly here and there without letting go of my hand.

“It’s nothing, it’s stupid.” I told him, heated raising within seconds.

“Nothing you say is stupid.” He assured, his warm eyes locking with mine. “I love hearing your thoughts, I love when you share what you’re thinking about.”

“It’s moments like this one here that makes me wish I had fallen in love with you years ago.” My eyes flickering slightly to the floor. “And I… I could get kinda used to being someone you love. Even when you nearly set the house on fire.”

Shawn didn’t respond with his words, but his reached for my cheek to attach our lips together softly. Leaning further into the kiss, his sweetness made it to my mouth, and a warmth ran down my spine.

“I could get kinda used to loving you.” He muttered into my mouth, gasping slightly for air.

Breaking the kiss his forehead rested on mine, his eyes shut as his nose tip brushed lightly against mine.

It was the softest moment we had ever shared, right here on the counter in a messy kitchen with a rather burnt smell hanging thick in the air, but it was perfect and all I ever wanted.

“Please be gentle with me, okay?” I whispered against his lips as I felt a small yank in my heart.

As soon as those tiny but fragile words had escaped my mouth, Shawn’s hold around my tiny body tightened to reassure me that I would always be safe with him.

“I’m going to love you until you believe in love again. That’s one thing I can easily promise you.” He hummed back.

“I’m really happy when I’m with you, Shawn.”

“I’m really happy when you’re with me too.” He whispered back, once again allowing his head to rest on my shoulder.

He began planting small kisses along my neck as his fingers once again continued embracing my lower back in such a loving way it left tickling traces behind.

Shawn cuddled further into my arms and I let my chin rest on the top of his head, his curls tickling my throat whenever he moved just an inch. The warmth from his body heated mine as his arms locked tenderly around my waist and he slid me to the edge of the counter to get a better hold around me.

I had noticed how he loved placing his head close to my chest, how he felt somewhat calmer when I held him like that, when I allowed him to listen to my heart beat against my chest.

Shawn had surrounded everything he had to me and I was slowly beginning to surrender my heart to him as well. Little by little, I gave him pieces to cherish and hold in his hands.

It was fucking terrifying but it was also nice - for once - not feeling incredibly lonely during the holiday where everyone else usually felt the most love. And finally, I had someone to spend Christmas with.

“God, I never really get tired of this view.” I muttered to myself in awe as my eyes fell on the rather large windows across from the open kitchen.

Toronto was covered in snow and a dim clod had begun covering the sky but it just made it all that much cosier to me. Peaceful really.

“Well, I like this view better.” Shawn said, his eyes falling on me sitting on the kitchen counter. “You, in my favourite t-shirt, obviously naked underneath with your messy hair and your drowsy eyes. That’s a view I could never get tired of.” He hummed sweetly as he leaned down and kissed the top of my shoulder ever so gently.

I couldn’t stop the heat raising in my cheeks as a strange but balminess feeling took over. A warmth tugged in my stomach as his plump lips continuedly brushed against my skin, leaving a vibration trace down my neck. His lips began to wander and a few bites found its way to my body.

“I’d much rather eat you for breakfast.” He gasped into my neck.

I swallowed at his teasing words, shutting my eyes to deal with the amount of pressure his actions were giving me.

“Well, nothing’s stopping you.” I hummed back sweetly, a tiny stutter creeping in. “I’d like to think I’m a bit better tasting than your burnt toast.”

Shawn pushed the oversized t-shirt above my head and let it fall to the floor as he shook his head playfully at me.

“Well, let’s find out.” He teased, a smug appearing on his lips.

With his left hand, he forced my back down on the counter, pushed my legs apart and attached his lips my core and his head began moving between my trembling legs.

Oh yes. I was indeed, in more ways than one, beginning to surrender myself fully to Shawn.

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loveturtlesx · 6 years ago

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The Christmas Tree

I’m sorry, I was feeling all the things and then this blurb happened. I had no idea that it was going to go where it ultimately went. I hope you enjoy! -xx.

She tossed a box at his dozing figure on the couch.

“Babe, you said you’d help,” she laughed, tossing another ornament box at him.

“Hey,” his raspy voice groaned, “I lied”. He moved the boxes to the coffee table, “come ‘ere.”

He extended his arms out for her, slowly blinking his bleary eyes trying to find her figure in the dark room.

“Give me a sec,” she called still maneuvering the boxes around by the windows. Digging through the storage bins her dad had neatly packed for her, she struggled to find exactly what she wanted. There were two storage bins packed to the brim with Christmas ornaments she had collected everywhere she traveled: Prague, Rome, Vienna, Reykjavik, Copenhagen, Dublin, London, Edinburgh, Athens, Chana, Havana, Barcelona, and many many more. Until this year, she had always decorated her parents’ tree with her enormous collection. This was the first year she was going to be decorating her own tree. It was Shawn and her first Christmas living together and their first tree together. Except, their living room was still bare but for the bins her father sent over —he had been eager to clear space in their attic.

The problem was that she and Shawn did not see eye to eye about their first tree. So, for the majority of December, her holiday trinkets remained in the bins. Shawn wanted a live tree and to make an occasion out of picking one out with her. She thought it was incredibly sweet, but not at all practical. Plus, the sap and needles were annoying as hell. She wanted an artificial tree, and when she told him that they made quite beautiful realistic ones, he laughed at her. She had no desire to deal with the maintenance of the tree when they were constantly on the move. Neither was home consistently to water the tree. She was often working late and Shawn was traveling at the drop of a hat. He disagreed and believed that they could handle the maintenance. Their arguing went round in circles.

Her things were sentenced to be stuck in the bins for a bit longer when Shawn left last week to do a short promo trip in California meeting up with a few different talk show hosts. He discussed their dilemma live on television. She wanted to murder him for it only because it had yet to be resolved. Both wanted their tree to be special, but struggled to find a happy medium. It didn’t help that now they had fans weighing in on their disagreement. When he got home late last night, they had gotten into a pretty stupid fight about it. Their fight lasted a half hour before they were shedding clothing and arguing horizontally. There were several rounds of “arguments”. They both won in a way, but there was no real resolution. Their living room still was not decorated. This bothered her to no end. Christmas was her favorite holiday and she loved feeling festive. How can you be festive without a tree, artificial or not?

Bothering her immensely, she woke up in the wee hours of the morning and wondered out to her bins in the corner, waiting for a home. She pulled her oversized sweater tighter around her frame as she dug into the box. It was soon after that a sleepy Shawn had followed her out into the living room, missing her presence in bed. He joined her and initially promised to help with the decorations that didn’t need a tree, but fell asleep likely from all the intense “arguing” and travel.

She sighed when she got to the bottom of the bin and still didn’t see what she was looking for. She left the mess on the floor and walked over to a rumpled looking Shawn. He grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him. She fell non-too gently. Shawn groaned at the impact.

“Serves you right,” she said, still feeling a little petty. He settled her more comfortably by spooning her, and then swatted her ass. She smirked, “I’m not in the mood to go another round just yet.”

She could feel him smile into her hair, “what did you need at,” he picked his head up from her hair and squinted at the clock on the cable box, “4:32 in the morning?” His voice was thick still with sleep and sex. She squirmed back into him enjoying his warmth, she closed her eyes and inhaled loudly through her nose.

His scent toyed with her, “I was looking for a specific ornament my mom gifted me – the Christmas after we started dating.”

He didn’t respond, but tightened his arms around her torso. He was quiet for so long that she thought he fell asleep. She was lulled into that place between consciousness and sleep from his deep breaths.

“Baby,” his raspy voice interrupted the silence of the morning.

“Hm?” She wasn’t ready to be fully awake again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Uh huh,” she didn’t open her eyes or mouth. Slowly his apology settled into her brain and she considered it, “I am too.” She responded keeping her eyes shut, still not wanting to meet the day again just yet.

He kissed her hair, “I love you.”

Her nose wrinkled picking up on his morning breath, “I love you too, but you smell.”

His belly shook with laughter waking her more, “you’re such a pain in the ass.”

She laughed with him, and when they settled again, she asked, “what do you want to do about the tree?”

He brought her closer to his body, as if she was a stuffed animal. He buried his face into the back of her neck. She opened her eyes at his actions, waiting for a reply that might start another argument. She had no desire or energy in her left to fight about the tree. She just wanted one, live or artificial, to hang her ornaments on and the few they had collected together.

“Don’t be mad.” Oh fuck, Shawn what did you do? She tensed and held her breath waiting for him to speak again.

“I bought something yesterday, that I was hoping would be a decent compromise.”

“And,” she prompted.

“And I was in a gift shop wasting time before my flight when I saw it.” He stopped.

“And,” she prompted again.

“And I saw these seed packets.”

“You bought a snack as a compromise?” She turned her head to regard him.

He would’ve laughed at her had he not been so earnest and nervous about her reaction, “no, I bought spruce seeds. Like for a spruce tree. And- and it comes with a little pot to plant it in. And I figured, if you wanted, we could grow it. And when we get a house, we can plant it in the yard. Then decorate it for Christmas, outside. No needles or sap inside.”

She turned fully around in his arms and looked into his big hazel eyes. He was trying to read her face. She kept it completely still, and then kissed him soundly on the lips. That one kiss, turned into many more. In between kisses she told him “it’s,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “perfect.” Sleep completely gone, and tossed away like their shirts were. Her hands were everywhere. He was undoing the drawstring on her pants, when she froze, “wait, and the tree for the living room?”

“Whatever you want.”

“No, you have to love it too. Pick it with me.”

He pressed a loving kiss in between her eyes, and then on her nose, “I don’t think the stores are open right now.” She rolled her eyes at him, and pinched his nipple.

“Hey!” his eyes darkened and they went back to kissing.

For the second time this morning, she woke in his embrace. His chest was rising and falling steadily in such a soothing manner. She wanted to let it bring her back into a deep sleep, but she wanted to find that ornament. Standing from the couch, she was met with chilly air. She threw on her pajamas and covered Shawn tightly with the blanket. She wandered into the kitchen with her phone and texted her mom.

iMessage to Mom: Do you still have that ornament you got me? The bauble?

Thankfully her mom was an early riser and replied immediately.

iMessage from Mom: I packed it in with the bins dad brought over.

iMessage to Mom: I’ll look again

She walked back out to the mess she created earlier, and slowly put the things back into the bin, stopping to look through it as she did. Nothing.

Shawn sighed from his sleep and turned over on the couch. She looked at him and smiled. He was something else. It was then that she noticed the ornament boxes she had tossed at him before. She smiled at herself. How stupid. She sat on the edge of the couch, careful to not jostle her boyfriend. She picked up the ornaments from the table and looked them over. She quietly laughed at her mom’s gag present.

“What do you think about this one?”

“Babe, that’s hideous.” Shawn was eagerly pointing at a bright yellow tree with sparkly streamers woven into the branches.

“But if we’re going artificial, why not go artificial?”

“I hope you’re joking.”

“Babe, I have no idea what you’re talking about. This is great.” She looked at him with a straight face and he looked right back at her. A smile started to work its way onto her face and they both grinned and broke into laughter.

“Okay, maybe not.” He grabbed her hand as they strolled through the different varieties of trees.

“What about this?”

“No, it kind of looks like it’s tinged blue.”

“Huh, I see what you mean.”

It took two hours, steamy hot chocolate, and countless kisses, but they found the perfect tree. Then it took another hour to purchase and maneuver the tree home, and then assemble it. They sat admiring the naked tree in the corner, residing where the storage bins had been before. It was beautiful and you really couldn’t tell it was a fake. Shawn kissed her temple. She looked up at him and pulled his head down to kiss him soundly. She pulled away and walked over to the mound of ornaments.

“Remember how I was looking for that bauble this morning –from my mom? She gave it to me right after we started dating.”

“Yeah, you found it?”

“I did!” She walked back over and passed it to him with a laugh. He took the ball and read the elegant script: Mentally Dating Shawn Mendes.

He laughed, “well, your mom was right. You are mental.” She threw the pillow from off the couch at his head. It hit him squarely in the face, and she cackled, dancing away from his arms. He delicately placed the ornament down, and grabbed her by the waist. He tossed her onto the couch and began to tickle every inch of her. They were both in tears and stitches when they had finally calmed down. Cuddling on the couch, they admired the tree. She stood up, new determination setting in. “Let’s decorate it!”

“Give me a second and I’ll help.” Shawn stood and discreetly picked up the bauble from the coffee table. He went into the kitchen and dug around in the junk drawer for a sharpie. He came back into the living room and hung the bauble on the tree.

“Babe, look at the first ornament up!” She put down the bin she had been going through and looked at the bauble. She laughed and then looked closer noticing it had been written on.

Mentally Dating Married to Shawn Mendes ?

She gasped and covered her mouth. She could feel her eyes start to prickle. She turned around and saw him on one knee behind her with an open ring box. Her eyes went wide, and the tears came.

“I wasn’t planning on doing it this way, but I-I’m going with it. I love how smart you are, how funny, and beautiful you are. You always keep me on my toes. Even when we fight, I know there’s no one else I would rather be arguing with. I—”he paused overwhelmed with emotion “I—I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. You’re my everything…” He was crying and his voice was cracking. She couldn’t see straight through her own tears. “Will you –will you marry me?”

She chuckled, and kneeled down grabbing his hands in her own. She reached over wiping his tears away. And she kissed him. Her hands cradled his head, pouring everything into the kiss, and his hands found her hips pulling her closer and then they wrapped tightly around her body.

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milesfromjapan · 6 years ago

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Date Night

A knock at the door signaled his arrival. You loved how he insisted on coming all the way up to your seventh floor apartment, despite the lack of elevator in your building, to pick you up. It was the littlest things that made your heart beat a little faster for him. You grabbed your phone, quickly shoving it in your bag, but not quick enough that he hadn’t already started knocking again when you reached the door.

“Wow, you look stunning,” he said with a lazy smile on his face and his fist still on your door like he had forgotten it was even there because you were there to look at now.

“Thanks,” you laughed, “but it’s just jeans and a shirt.”

“Yeah, but it’s you,” he asserted.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing his free hand and leading him back down the stairs he just walked up to get to you. His long legs made him become the leader before you’d even finishes half a flight of stairs. You huffed in annoyance as he pulled on your arm a little due to how far in front of you he was.

“You can take the stairs two at a time. Cut me some slack,” you told him.

“You know,” he jumped to the sixth floor landing, “I hadn’t really thought about that before. My bad.”

You couldn’t pretend to be annoyed for more than a few seconds as a smile spread across your face. Just looking at his excited face made you smile wide. His hair was curlier today than usual, probably because of the rain that had just stopped. Little crinkles formed at the corner of his eyes from the smile he got from looking at you. His denim jacket hung loosely off his shoulders and his sunglasses were clipped to the collar of his white t-shirt. You shook your head a little to yourself as you started continuing down the stairwell with him.

“What?” he asked you upon noticing your head shake.

“You’re pretty cute, Mendes,” you replied.

“Just cute? Wow. Harsh.”

His free hand went to his chest over his heart to try and show you just how much your statement had bothered him. He couldn’t keep up the act for more than a few seconds because, well, it’s you and he’s too crazy about you to be able to find the words. You chatted about his day as you walk to the lobby.

“You know, you should really move. These stairs are a bitch,” he told you as he held open the exit door for you.

“I thought it would make me exercise more. Pretty sure I exercise less now,” you laughed in reply.

He took your hand in his again and pulled you to the right, the opposite direction of the parking lot. You turned to him with furrowed brows and tilted your head to the side to express your confusion.

“It’s really nice out now and the place it’s pretty close by, so I figured you wouldn’t mind a little walk,” he suggested, his face hopeful.

“I am down for a walk,” you told him, making him smile.

He dropped your hand in order to sling his arm over your shoulders instead. With the height difference putting him at a strong advantage, this was his favorite way to hold you. He liked keeping you close, like he could protect you from anyone and anything if you were right by his side. You put your arm around his waist to secure yourself to him and he gave you a quick hug, pulling you into him more and resting his head briefly on your head before pulling back to ask you about your day. With your arm around his waist, his arm over your shoulders keeping close to his side, you felt like there was nothing you couldn’t do.

You could talk to him for hours and never be bored for a second. You never forced a conversation and you didn’t think you were going to have to anytime soon. You clicked from the moment you met and had been finding out just how well you fit together every day since. His large tattooed hand playing absentmindedly with the collar on your shirt as you walked and talked.

“Oh my god, puppy!” you practically screamed when you saw a cute puppy across the street. “I want a puppy.”

Shawn laughed a little and gave you a tight squeeze and a quick kiss on the head.

“You’re allergic though,” you sighed as you looked up at him. “It’s your biggest flaw as my boyfriend, you know.”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m flawed. I’ll just go,” he mumbled in fake sadness as he turned his body a little away from you like he was going to leave.

You wrapped your other arm around his waist and pulled him back to you. You both were laughing and had stupid smiles on your face. You looked at him and his beautiful smile, eyes that draw you closer and close to him, and a jawline you’d kissed so many mornings already, and you thought that just maybe you’d be able to give up your dreams of being a dog parent for him. Just maybe.

“Oh my god, ice cream!” you screamed when you saw the destination of your walk with Shawn down the street.

Shawn let out a big belly laugh as you started to walk faster in an effort to get to the ice cream faster. Shawn obliged and you practically ran down the street holding his head, both of you laughing the whole way down. You stopped your run just short of the building, not wanting to let the poor high school student on summer break who was about to scoop your ice cream see you running over.

Shawn opened the door for you, as he always did, claiming his chivalry was one of the main reasons you started dating him. It wasn’t; it was just one of a million reasons you stayed. You scanned over the ice cream, trying to decide what you wanted. Shawn’s large hand found the small of your back as your eyes scanned over all of the flavors. His hand moved in smooth, calming circles, making you lean into his side. After a long survey of each flavor and careful consideration, you select cookie dough and chocolate brownie. Shawn ended up with mint chocolate chip and vanilla.

“Want to sit?” Shawn gestured to a free high top table in the corner.

“Sure,” you replied. You took a seat opposite him and immediately shoved a slightly too large bite of ice cream in your mouth. He shook his head little at you with a bright, unwavering smile on his face. The smile never went away for you. You were his soft spot and everyone knew it. You looked over toward him and he smiled around a spoonful of ice cream that he was. You giggled and tapped your spoon on the end of his nose with it, making his recoil quickly with a small brown dot of melted chocolate ice cream on the end of his nose. He tried to cross his eyes to look at it with no luck.

“You’re real cute,” you told him as he reached up to wipe the chocolate sauce off his nose with his sleeve.

“Nah, that’s you.”

He got back at you by tapping the end of your nose with his spoon, leaving what was definitely a mint green splotch on the end of your nose. You huffed and wiped it off with your hand, making him smile and drop a quick kiss to your forward.

“The cutest person in the fucking world,” Shawn muttered to you.

You couldn’t stop a big smile from forming on your face. You leaned over the table toward him. He met you the rest of the way and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You were both smiling into the kiss, which made you feel warm despite the slightly chilly air in the shop. When you started to pull back, he came with you and placed several quick kisses on your lips, making you laugh yet again. He made you laugh and smile constantly, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed by your family when you brought him around for the first time a few weeks ago.

“You’re Shawn Mendes, right?”

You both turned your head to see a girl a few years younger than both of you. Her eyes were wide in amazement that she happened to run across him just out and about in the city. She was clutching her phone, clearly in the hopes of getting a picture with him.

“Yeah, I am. Do you want a picture?” Shawn asked as he dropped his spoon into his ice cream

“Oh my god, yes!” she squealed.

“Do you want me to take it?” you offered.

“You would do that? Yes, please, that would be go great!”

She opened the camera and handed you her phone as Shawn stood up next to her. He towered over her, like he did to you and most other people. You told them to say cheese before talking several photos to try and make sure she got a good photo. He gave her a hug and then you passed her back her phone.

“Thank you so much for taking it,” she said to you before she left to rejoin her parents at their table across the shop

Shawn’s tattooed hand reached across the table in search for yours, which you gave him. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. It was his way of apologizing for the interruption. He knew you said you didn’t mind, but he felt bad each time your dates were interrupted since you didn’t get to have too many of them. You didn’t care. His fans made his dreams possible and that was enough for you.

“Are you ready to go?” Shawn asked you just as you were taking your last bite of ice cream.

“Yep,” you replied.

Shawn grabbed your trash for you and took your hand in his with his free one again. He tossed them away and still beat you to the door to open it for you. As you started to turn to head back to your place after exiting, Shawn’s strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you back against his chest. He leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“I adore you,” he told you before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek. “You’re incredible.”

Your hands rested on top of his and you let out a content sigh.

“You’re amazing,” you said back. “Wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

He kissed your cheek again and you could feel the smile on his lips. His one kiss turned into dozens all over the side of your face and forehead, anything he could reach. You both were laughing by the time he stopped. You spun in his arms to face him so you could give him a proper kiss, pulling him down to you with a hand on the back of his neck. One of his hands left your waist to cup the side of your face, pulling you into a deeper kiss. “Hi there,” he laughed when you pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

“Hi,” you laughed back.

He kissed your forehead and pulled back. A breeze suddenly passed by, making you shiver. Shawn released you and pulled off his jacket and handed it to you. You tried to push it back to him, but he just pushed it back to. You sighed and took it, sliding your arms through the far too long sleeves since you knew there was no way you were going to win this battle

“You’re so little,” he said as he pushed the sleeve up to grab your hand.

“You’re just a giant,” you replied. “Giant boyfriend.”

“Your giant boyfriend though,” he retorted. “I only want to be your giant boyfriend.”

You smiled to yourself as you started the walk home. His jacket hung off your shoulders and the sleeves puddled around your wrists. You listened to him tell you some story from on tour and you were happy. You loved him. You didn’t know if he loved you too yet, but you hoped he would someday and that hope was good enough for now.

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writtenbybigoceans · 7 years ago

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Just you and me pt.5

This is a long one. Lots of drama. Should only be one more part to go. enjoy! x Earlier parts available here

You’re the first to break the silence, speaking out from your corner.

“I think I should go,” you say, eyeing the couple’s tense posture. Your words seem to free Shawn from Abigail’s gaze and he meets your eyes, his wide and dumbstruck.

“You don’t have to,” he says weakly.

“I think this little guy is ready for lunch and a big nap,” you persist, speaking to the dopey toddler on your hip. He grins sleepily and drops his head on your shoulder. “It was really lovely seeing you all again,” you say to the rest of the crew, smiling particularly at Nick and Charlie.

“No worries,” Nick tells you. “Make sure your mummy brings you back soon, ok?” He says to Noah, rubbing the boy’s cheek affectionately once he’s strapped back in his stroller.

He stretches his tiny, stubby arms around to Shawn and makes a grabby motion. Shawn extricates himself from Abigail’s hold and crouches down in front of his son, murmuring a promise to see him soon.

He stands and looks at you, eyes like molten caramel.

“I’ll call you sometime,” he utters. You nod and shoot the rest of the team a final smile before pushing the pram out of the door.

You don’t realise you’re shaking until the lift doors close behind you. Then your legs go weak and it’s all you can do to stay standing, clutching the handles of Noah’s pram like they’re your lifeline. God, why does your chest hurt? It feels like shards of glass have lodged themselves in your heart, pricking and stabbing with every beat.

You can’t get the smug look on Abigail’s face as you left the room out of your mind. You were sure it was smug, her arm wound tightly around Shawn’s waist. Or maybe you were just imagining the ghost of a smile playing at her mouth.

Stop being silly, you tell yourself. She was so shocked and you felt a little sorry for the way she found out about Shawn’s estranged son. Or at least, you told yourself you did. You didn’t know where this coldness for her came from but you were sure it had something to do with that stupid little hopeful feeling you’d had following Noah and Shawn down that hallway. This should teach you not to have silly fantasies about Noah growing up with a mum and a dad under one roof. Life isn’t a fairy tale, and it sure as shit isn’t – in the words of Augustus Waters – a wish-granting factory.

Toughen up, Princess, you tell yourself as you wheel Noah onto the homebound train and endure the usual confused looks of the other travellers at the sight of such a young girl with a toddler. Your son needs you to do what’s best for him, and if Abigail is going to be a part of his life, so be it.

It’s two days of Noah endlessly nagging you about when Shawn is going to come over before you finally get a call from him. You leave Noah with his toy truck in the living room to answer the call.

“Hi, I was wondering when you were going to call,” you say, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Sorry, it’s just been so crazy over here. I meant to call earlier,” Shawn apologizes. His voice sounds so husky through the phone.

“Don’t worry about it. How did Abigail recover from that shock? I felt so bad about her finding out that way,” and you actually meant it this time too.

“She was annoyed but she’s coming around now,” he says with a nervous chuckle.

“Noah won’t stop nagging me about seeing you again,” you tell him.

“Oh,” he says. “Um, there’s actually something I need to talk to you about with that.” His voice has definitely changed now, turning hesitant and guarded.

“Oh?” You can feel your stomach twisting at his words.

“Yeah, I don’t want this to come off in the wrong way but James- well, I guess I agree with him on it,” Shawn rambles. James what? You think, panicked. James wants you to go through the courts to get custody? James wants you to go on another long trip to do promo for a few months? James says you need to cut all ties with Noah?

“Shawn, please spit it out before I have a panic attack,” you plead.

“Oh, well, don’t be offended,” oh god, you think. “But James suggested we get a paternity test done with Noah to, you know, make absolutely sure.”

“What.” An icy shock rolls over you, like you’d been plunged into the Antarctic ocean.

“I wasn’t so sure at first, it seemed unnecessary, but I talked with Abigail and she thinks it would be a good idea. And I guess it would. That way there’s no doubt about- “

“About who Noah’s dad is?” you interrupt, finishing his thought.

“Well, yeah,” he agrees. “What do you say?”

“Shawn, do you realise what you’re implying?” you ask.

“No, I’m not implying anything,” he answers, his confusion obvious even without seeing his face. You can imagine it now, eyebrows bunched together, plump, pink lips turned down at the corners.

“Yes, you are.” You push yourself off the wall in the hallway and begin pacing, unable to stay still with this electric anger coursing through your veins. “If someone wants a paternity test, that means they doubt that they’re really the father, which means you think that at some point in our year-long relationship I was unfaithful. So, really, I have every right to be offended because what you’re accusing me of is not only cheating on you but lying to everyone I know and you about who my son’s dad is. Is that really what you think of me?”

“Well no, I never thought you did cheat. It’s just- “

“James and Abigail aren’t so sure.”

“They don’t know you like I did,” he replies, which is as good as an admission.

“So, if you don’t believe it, why are we even having this conversation?”

“Because you just appear back in my life after so long with a kid you’re saying is mine and story about text messages that I never sent!”

“So, you really do think I’m a liar.”

“Those kinds of things can be faked,” he argues.

“Three years in advance? Those messages have dates on them,” you retort. “I don’t understand why you believed me before but now you don’t!”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so defensive!” he bursts out. You must have struck a nerve.

“Because you’re accusing me of being a cheater and a liar! I loved you more than life itself and you think so little of me?” you nearly shout before containing yourself again. Your mum pokes her head around the entry to the kitchen to look questioningly at you. You turn away from her.

“Well, if you have nothing to hide, you shouldn’t have a problem with taking the test,” he says after a long silence. “Can you at least understand why I want to have it done now?”

“I can’t believe this,” you whisper, all fire draining from your body. “I can’t understand it unless you really think I’m the kind of person who would sleep around while my boyfriend is away, and if you do, then we know less about each other than we thought.”

You hang up and slump against the wall, sobs wracking your body. You barely even register your mum’s arms circling around you and her soft voice in your ear, whispering comforting words that don’t ease the burning hurt scolding your insides.

The email catches your eye immediately, stalling your spoonful of cereal halfway to your mouth.

James Robertson reads the sender name. James?

It takes a few seconds to work through your shock enough to open it.

Dear Y/n,

I believe some well-intentioned advice of mine has caused you a great deal of hurt and embarrassment and led its recipient astray. I would very much like to meet with you and apologise. It would mean a great deal if you would let me explain myself as I never meant to imply anything unsavoury about your character.

I eagerly await your response,

Sincerely yours,

James Robertson.

You stare at the typed lines until they turn into blurred squiggles on your phone screen. You exit the email, then open it and read it again.

It takes you a good few minutes before you can process his request, let alone formulate a reply.

Hi James,

I appreciate your email, it means a great deal that you would reach out to me. I’m free this Saturday if you’d like to meet then?

Thanks,

Y/n

He responds within minutes.

Fantastic, my assistant will be in touch to arrange a time and place.

Well, this will certainly be interesting, you think to yourself as you hurriedly finish your breakfast.

You’re a little early to the café where you agreed to meet James so you order a cappuccino and settle yourself in a table outside so you’ll spot him when he arrives.

He doesn’t take long, appearing maybe five minutes after you sit down, deeply immersed in a phone call as he strides up the pavement. You wave to him to catch his attention and he says something into the phone and hangs up.

“Y/n, hi,” he greets you warmly, blue eyes creasing at the corner as he smiles at you. He sits down opposite you, unbuttoning his expensive blazer as he does. This is the first proper look you’ve gotten of him outside of the photos in the lobby. He’s a little balder now, his sandy brown hair thinner and wispier on top than when the photos were taken. And he’s wearing a pair of rectangular frameless glasses that do nothing to soften his square-jawed face. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me.”

“Not at all,” you answer him reservedly. “You seemed really eager to explain and I needed a morning off mum duty.”

“Yes, and I’d like to start off by saying I’m really sorry. I really didn’t mean to imply anything like what it ended up being,” he says. As he speaks a waitress approaches and slides a small shot of espresso onto the table in front of him. He doesn’t acknowledge her beyond giving her a nod.

“Well, I can’t really blame you. I can understand why you would be suspicious of a random girl you’ve never really met before. I was more annoyed with Shawn than anyone else,” you admit.

“But that’s why I should be sorry. I didn’t stop to realise that maybe I was being suspicious for no reason, and Shawn would know who is and isn’t trustworthy in his personal life.” He lifts the tiny glass to his lips and sips on it, grimacing at the taste. “But, after all, it’s my job to look after his interests. I’m only looking out for him.”

You nod, dragging a spoon around your cup.

“Although, I did want to be sure for the kid’s sake too.” Your hand freezes, your brow furrowing into a confused frown.

“What do you mean?” you ask. He looks surprised at your sudden question but sets down his cup with a slightly amused, if baffled, smile.

“Well, the kind of lifestyle he would be thrust into if he really is the son of a world-famous pop star. You know, constant media scrutiny on his life and yours, speculation over your relationship plastered across tabloid magazines. Just the news that Shawn Mendes has a secret son he didn’t know about is going to be sensational, we’ll have to have security around your house and his day-care,” he lists them off like he’s seen it all before and it means nothing but when every word he says the pit in your stomach grows bigger. “And once he’s older there’s the excess of money and all of the partying and drugs. So many children of big stars go through it, it’s a wonder more people don’t realise. No, if it were me, I’d want to keep my child well away.”

He slurps from his cup again as you spiral into your own thoughts. He catches your eye as he lowers his now empty cup.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you, I’m sorry,” he says, a sympathetic look overtaking his features. “But I don’t believe someone shouldn’t be aware of what they’re getting themselves into. Listen, no one will judge you for walking away from this now. We can arrange financial support for you and the boy.”

“What about Shawn? He said he wanted to be a part of his life and I can’t take his son away from him,” you remind him.

“You’ll think I’m cruel for saying it, but Shawn doesn’t even trust that Noah’s his son. Wouldn’t someone who supposedly wants to be a part of his life fight a little harder against everyone’s doubts if he really wanted it?

“And what about those text messages? Wouldn’t he be trying a bit harder to find the person who’s meant to have deprived him of seeing his son’s first years? Who’s to say he really didn’t send them and he’s not a fantastic actor? No, I think Shawn is looking for any plausible way he can to get out of the situation.”

How could someone confirm all of your worst fears with such a casual tone? Whatever was left of that newfound hope was crushed. As much as you wanted to dismiss his words, it made sense. Shawn’s distrust of you, the not telling his girlfriend or friends about his son, the lack of answers about the messages. And as genuine as he had seemed, who’s to say it wasn’t all an act until he could find a way out of his responsibilities.

“So, what do we do from here?” you ask James with a slow breath out. James beams at you, already leaning forward with a sparkle in his eyes.

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killingmebtob · 6 years ago

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Rose // Yook Sungjae

Author: @killingmebtob // Gen

Title: Rose

Characters: Sungjae and Reader

Summary: But I got you this rose, and I need to know, will you let it die or let it grow.

Author’s Note: Inspired by Shawn Mendes’ <Rose>, listen to it while reading this^^

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Your name: submit What is this?

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A rose for his heart, a token of his love

He practices his wish, his confession on his lips;

Standing before her, he asks shakily,

"A rose to represent my love,

Will you let it grow or will it fall?”

He stood in front of me at my doorstep. He was drenched from head to toe, a sign that he had ran in the rain. He did not meet my eyes. Shuffling on his feet, he hesitated before he offered a stalk of rose in his hands.

~*~

A few weeks ago

“Hey big bear!”

I heard the annoying voice calling out for me from behind. I groaned and rolled my eyes before turning around. There was only one person in this world that used that nickname on me; and it was the one and only brat in my life and the bane of my existence.

“What?” I hissed through my teeth, folding my arms in front of my chest as I eyed him running towards my direction.

“Shall we grab lunch together? You don’t have lectures until two hours later right?”

I nodded my head at his questions, agreeing to both as I was about to spend my lunch alone anyway.

“How’re your finals preparation? You looked like you hadn’t slept for years.” He nudged me by his elbow as I gave out a yawn, stretching my arms in the process.

“Geez, thanks for the honesty. I’ve been burning the midnight oil to cramp everything in my head,” I explained, waving a dismissive hand while the other rubbed my sleepy eyes.

“Are you killing yourself for the finals? You should get your sleep pattern right!” he nagged, earning an eye roll from me.

“What about you? You looked too refreshed for finals period.”

“I’m meeting a few of my friends to study after lecture later,” he explained.

“You study? That’s a first,” I mused teasingly.

“Hey, what do you -”

“Oppa!”

He was cut off by a high pitched voice.

A junior from Sungjae’s department ran towards us, immediately linking her arm around his. I eyed that connection, raising an eyebrow at him as he gave her a knowing smile.

“Oppa, there are a few questions I need to ask you for my assessment. You have no lectures now right?”

She tugged on his arm as he awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his head while throwing me pitiful glances. She seemed to finally realized they were not alone, meeting my eyes for the first time ever since she interrupted us.

“Are you his girlfriend?” Sungjae’s shoulders flinched at the question, hurriedly pulling his arm out of hers as he stuttered his explanation.

“No, I’ll get going now.” I did a simple wave before turning around, leaving the both of them in their own world.

“Again,” I found myself muttering, recalling the other similar moments.

~*~

The glass slammed against the hard table, another gulp of alcohol sipped into the stomach. Just a while ago, I bumped into Hyunsik while on the way back. He informed that something was bothering him so he had invited me to a drinking session. Worried, I agreed. I held onto his hand to stop him from downing another glass.

“Are you ok?”

Concern laced my voice as I realized how red his cheeks were. He nodded groggily, trying to pull his hand out of my touch.

I met Hyunsik in my department’s orientation. He was a senior from my department and I was a lost little duckling before he approached me and offered help. Since then, he had been assisting me throughout my college years and I am never more grateful than now. But seeing him so troubled, it pains me to know what happened.

“Y/N, you’re soooo…… pretty…..” I heard him mutter as he tried to gulp another glass. I pulled the full glass out of his hand, called out for the bill and with his arm around my shoulder, I struggled to escort him out of the bar.

Finally flagging a cab down, I threw him onto the backseat before joining him at the side. He had already lost consciousness, muttering incoherent words throughout the journey back home. Grateful to the driver, he helped the heavy body of Hyunsik to the lift before leaving. I thanked him before continuing my struggle back to his apartment.

Throwing his body onto the bed, I took a seat at the edge, letting out a sigh of relief. He sure was heavy. Pulling his shoes out, I adjusted his body before exiting to dig for some hangover medicine. After placing the pills at his side table, I took a last glance before turning around to leave. But a hand reached out for my wrist, pulling me back. I turned to face him, realizing he was sitting up while his grip was firm on my hand. He pulled me closer to him as I eyed his every action. His arms wrapping around my waist as he buried his head into my stomach.

“I like you so much…. Why can’t you see….”

He mumbled against my clothes. I shook him at his shoulder but he did not respond. Trying to untangle him from my body, I unwrapped his arms before tucking him back to bed. I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding.

What was that….

~*~

“Gosh, my mom has been breathing down my neck,” Sungjae complained as soon as I saw him.

Shaking my head with a smile, I asked, “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything! All of a sudden, she started complaining about me not having a girlfriend like some friend’s son.” I stifled a laugh at the reason. He nudged me with his elbow, getting me to cut it out.

“Remember that once when she wanted us to actually date?” I reminisced that moment while laughing. He groaned in frustration, catching him rolling his eyes.

“Hey it was funny!” I exclaimed, wanting him to laugh with me.

“No it wasn’t.” “Yes it was.” “No it wasn’t.

“Yes it was!

“No it -”

“Y/N.” Another voice interrupted our childish argument. Our eyes darted towards the direction of the voice, realizing it was Hyunsik standing in front of us.

“Hyunsik,” I greeted, feeling the awkwardness thickening the air, especially how I started to avoid him after that night. If his confession was true, I did not want to hurt him.

“I want to thank you for helping me home that night, I hope I wasn’t a drunk mess.” He started, pushing his hand into his pocket as he spoke. I let out an awkward laugh, dismissing it off with a wave.

“No no, it was nothing. I hope you’re feeling better now.”

“I am, is it alright if I treat you to a meal? As my gratitude.”

“It’s fine, really. You don’t have to.”

“I insist. You have nothing on right now, right?”

“Well…” I trailed off, instinct got me to glance at Sungjae who was here throughout the whole push-and-pull conversation.

“She’s free, take her!” Sungjae pushed me lightly towards him before bidding us goodbye.

~*~

My hot bowl of ramen warmed my cold body in the winter. No one breathed a word as we carried on with our lunch, the tension in the air was so thick. The cafeteria was quieter now that lunch hour was over, most students were having their lectures right now. Gathering another spoon of noodles, I hummed while munching on it. Realizing there was a pair of eyes staring at me, I looked up at him and gave him a tight smile.

“I actually have something to say.” He started, a stern expression flashed cross his face.

“What is it?” I asked, scooping a spoonful of hot broth.

“I like you, Y/N. And I’m asking for a chance from you.”

My actions halt in the air as I processed the words he said. I felt my stomach flipped as he continued staring, not backing out as I did not respond to his sudden confession. I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out.

“I’m not asking for a reply right now, I’ll wait.” He flashed a toothy grin before resuming his meal.

~*~

I opened another can of beer as another gust of wind blew past us. It really was cold by the river at night but I had enough layers on me to protect myself from the winter breeze. Sungjae continued sipping on the opened can he had in his hand as I downed my next can.

“This finals is killing me,” I muttered before filling my mouth with the alcohol.

“Definitely, my body clock is so screwed up.” Sungjae agreed, causing me to laugh. “How was the meal with your senior?” he continued.

“It’s alright.” I shrugged, missing out the important detail of the meal.

“I didn’t know you two are close.”

“Well, it’s not like I have to tell you everything, do I?” I shot back, waiting for his defence but nothing came.

“I was kidding,” I pushed him slightly on his arm with a smile. His shoulder dropped in relief, realizing I was just teasing him.

“Did he do anything while drunk?”

I gulped another mouth of beer before wiping the leaked liquid from the side of my lips using my sleeve. I felt myself blush as that moment of confession flashed past.

“Did he?” He nudged me with his elbow. I didn’t reply, so he continued teasing.

“He confessed.”

And no reply came after.

~*~

“Coming.” I shouted as the insistent ringing on my doorbell continued. Opening the door, Sungjae was standing outside my apartment.

“Hi!” He waved happily at me as I wondered his purpose of visit.

“What is it?”

“Are you going out now?” He studied my outfit; a simple dark blue dress that stopped mid-thigh, my shoulders bare. I left my door open as I headed back into my room to slide a bracelet to go along with the dress.

“There’s a dinner with my department people. Hyunsik invited me” I explained, touching up my lipstick the last time before I leave.

“With him?” He invited himself in the apartment, now leaning against my room’s door frame. “I don’t like it.” “What?” “I don’t like you meeting him.”

I rolled my eyes at his childish sentence before heading towards my bed to pick up my bag.

“Why not?”

“It feels like he has some other ulterior motives.”

I sighed, standing in front of him.

“Don’t insult him like that, you don’t even know him. Look, I don’t get why you are acting up. Even if I really end up with him, I would appreciate you to just be happy for me. Why are you acting like this?” I felt my voice increasing as our argument was heating up.

“Like what?”

“Like, this! Demanding and controlling!”

“I’m just worried!” “There’s nothing to be worried about! I don’t know why you’re here today but I have no mood to continue talking to you so get out.”

He threw me a last glance before turning around, heading towards the main door of my apartment.

~*~ His hair dripped wet, covering his face as he could not meet my eyes. It had been a week or two since the argument, and we had not been talking since. I treasured him as a friend, but not when he was acting that way.

“Sungjae, what -”

“Y/N, please listen to me.” He cut me off, startling me with his serious voice. “I’m sorry I acted that way, I shouldn’t have and I didn’t had the right to. But -”

“Y/N? Who is it at the door?” Hyunsik shouted from behind before joining us at the door. Sungjae’s face fell when he realized I was not alone.

“It’s just Sungjae.” I explained, glancing up to give him a smile as he greeted Sungjae.

“I didn’t know you had company…” Sungjae continued after Hyunsik left us to grab a cup of water.

“We’re waiting for the rain to subside before heading to a farewell for the graduating seniors. Do you want to come in and get yourself dried?” I offered, worried that he might catch a cold.

“It’s.. It’s ok. I’ll get going. This is for you. Have fun.” He ended, handing me the rose hurriedly with a whisper. Slowly, he headed towards the lift lobby, leaving a puddle of water in front of my doorstep and a confused expression on my face.

And I never knew what were the words he had intended to say.

Rose in his hand, she waves him off

For he is a step too late, a breath too slow;

For she has closed his door to her heart,

And without hearing the words from his lips,

She chooses to let the rose wither and fall

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softboywriting · 7 years ago

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Thunderstorms // Shawn Blurb

Thunderstorms are the worst. They’re too loud and all that flashing makes you anxious. It’s always been like that for you. As long as you could remember, any time a storm hit you would go crawl in bed with your parents. When you got older, you would just put headphones on and drown out the sound of the storm, staying up late if it went into the night.

When your family moved when you were nineteen, you met Shawn. He was the sweet guy next door, your age, and incredibly handsome. The two of you hit it off, talking about music and your favorite bands and what concerts you had been to. Shawn was the best and he was always there to talk to you and make you laugh.

It’s after midnight when you wake up, room shaking as a rumble of thunder rips through the sky. It’s the start of the weekend so you aren’t worried about staying up as you flip your bedside light on. There is a flash a lightning that illuminates your window behind your curtains followed by an ear splitting crack. Your heart races, the sound overwhelming you and you start looking around your dimly lit bedroom for your headphones.

There is a knock on your window and you pull the curtain aside to see what it was. The reflection on the darkened glass makes it hard to see but you can make out someone standing there. “Hey!” they call and you open the window. It’s Shawn. He’s in pajama bottoms and no shirt.

“What are you doing?” you ask and he comes up to the window and leans on it. His hair is soaked and plastered to his head. He has to be freezing.

“I came to see if you were okay,” he smiles and some rain falls off the end of his nose. “I saw your light was on and I know you don’t like storms.” You don’t recall telling him about your fear of storms…or maybe you had. The two of you talked for hours sometimes so it may have come up at some point.

“I’m fine. I’ll just put on some music and read.”

Shawn leans his head in and smiles bigger, “Can I come in?”

“I…I don’t know,” you look around and your notice your door is unlocked. If your parents found him in there you’d probably get your ass reamed. It didn’t matter if your were nineteen, they still had their rules. “My parents don’t really-”

“Your parents won’t know,” Shawn says as he hauls himself up and through the window, his stomach scraping against your window’s ledge on the inside. “Fuck,” he hisses under his breath. He’s really a sight to behold what with how he’s halfway in your window, walking himself forward on his hands and dragging, no struggling, to get his legs in. He was too big to be squeezing in windows like this. He stands up and you take note that he looks like he just walked out of the shower, but with pants on. Pants that are clinging to his legs and showing you everything underneath. You lick your lips as you slowly take in his bare feet, his strong thighs, the vague outline of his cock through the two layers of fabric, his hips, his abs….his chest….his arms…oh wow, was he always this built? You can’t remember seeing him in anything but jeans and shirt or jacket before.

“Up here,” he says, catching your wandering eyes. You look up to his face and god, if it isn’t just as good as the rest of him. The light from your lamp is throwing shadows that highlight his jawline and lips. His hair is pushed back, finger combed out of his face. He looks like a fucking GQ model. “You stopped shaking,” he says.

“Huh?”

Shawn reaches out and brushes your hair back. “You were shaking when you opened the window. Now you’re not despite the fact that it’s been thundering almost non stop for the last minute or two.”

“O-oh. I guess I was distracted,” you turn around and close the window. Shawn chuckles behind you and it makes you feel sort of giddy. You had never really thought about Shawn as more than a friend. It just hadn’t come up. But having him here in your bedroom, looking like he did, you were feeling some type of way.

Shawn reaches past you and flips off your bedside lamp, plunging the two of you into darkness. For a second your heart races and thunder rumbles outside. Before you can ask what is happening, Shawn grabs your wrist gently. You turn to face where you think he is and he says, “Do you want to sleep with me? I-I mean like cuddling, I’ve heard it’s supposed to help with anxiety.”

“Y-yeah, okay. But why does the light have to be off?” you jump as a flash of lightning floods your room with white light. Shawn pulls you against him and he’s still damp from the rain.

“I’m nervous,” he admits, “felt like I wanted to dive back through that window once I got in and saw how cute you look in those pajamas.”

He thought you were cute? He was nervous? Ha! Had he ever looked in a damn mirror? “You’re all wet. I don’t want you on my bed like that.”

Shawn chuckles and steps away from you. In the darkness you can make out his form as he pulls his pants off and tosses them aside with a wet slap against the wood floor. The thought of him standing there in his boxers was enough to induce a heart attack. He picks up your extra blanket that you had knocked on to the floor and dries himself off. “There, I’m mostly dry.”

You sit down on your bed and he crawls on to it and around behind you. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you down against him. You lay on your side so he can spoon with you, arm over your chest. “Is this weird?” he asks and you put your hand over his.

“No, I like it.”

“Me too.” He presses his face into your hair and you relax into him and start to fall asleep.

In the morning you wake up with your head on his chest. He’s all spread out, one arm under your pillow, the other bent up over his head. His legs are open with the blankets tangled around them. He’s wearing only his boxers. You watch the slow rise and fall of his chest and he looks so soft, so warm, so perfect. His hair is a mess of curls, sticking out every which way and pushed up funny in the back from where he fell asleep with it wet. There is no way he is real.

You carefully sit up and stretch. It was early Saturday morning and the sun hadn’t quite risen yet but there was still soft dawn light coming through the window. Shawn’s pants lays in a heap by your door, probably still soaking wet. You look back at him, your heart feeling heavy as you watch him sleep. It was amazing how beautiful he was, how you never really noticed until last night. You wonder if he felt the same. If he had those feelings too when he looked at you last night, if that was why he said he was nervous.

Shawn’s arm snakes around your waist and he pulls you back down. He rolls onto his side and buries his face in your shoulder, eyes closed. “Will you go out with me?” he mumbles.

“Mmmhmm. I’d love to.”

“Perfect.” He throws his leg over you and holds you close against his chest. “Can this be our first date?”

You giggle and he mouths at your collarbone playfully. It sends a thrill throughout your body. “Sure but you have to buy me breakfast.”

“Deal. But I wanna lay here and snuggle a little longer.”

“Me too.”

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The Neighbor — Part. II

a Shawn Mendes Series.

A/N: So Here’s Part. II lmao. Enjoy. And some feedback is VERY appreciated. :))))

« PART ONE

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The afternoon, around two o'clock, Emily and y/n had been to the library together for the first time. They’d been reading for hours and enjoyed their time. They had taken about ten books each. They were settled in their universe. But at a moment, y/n felt that she had a headache. « Em, I think I’m gonna come back home, she whispered to her sidekick. – What? Why? » So she explained her situation to Em who approved, saying that she’ll be back a little later after her, and let her go. Given that she hadn’t finished reading her books, she borrowed them and made her way to the apartment. After several minutes walking, she finally reached her street and her building. She went up to the entrance more and more but before reaching it, somebody was already coming out of the building. « Hey, y/n! Good afternoon! » They stopped just in front of her, and did the same. « Good afternoon, Shawn. Really, I pass you very often. Just as if you were the only one who lived in this building. – Not my fault, don’t blame me. We’re neighbors. » She rolled her eyes which stared at her feet after. « Still in for tonight? – Obviously. » At these words, Shawn smirked. « Where do you come from like this? – Library. Emily is still there. But I have a headache, I think I’ve read too much. – Oh, I see. I hope it’ll be fine for tonight. – Yes, don’t worry. – It happens to smart people. » y/n glanced at him. He was laughing. « Stop or I’ll blush again. » He was laughing even more. « Girls who blush are cute, honestly. » She laughed as well, shaking her head. « Don’t talk rubbish. » They didn’t talk more, because Shawn was about to meet some of his friends and y/n felt more and more the need to take acetaminophen. As she eventually reached the entrance to the building, she heard Shawn shouted her name. He came up to her, and she let go of the door. « I don’t have your phone number if need be. » y/n opened her eyes widely. « My ph… Ah yes, okay, she reacted, grabbing her phone from her pocket. Save yours. » So he complied, taking his friend’s phone, sending a text message to himself so he could have y/n’s number and her his. « Good! she said before thanking him. » They finally said goodbye — or rather see you tonight — to each other and y/n reached her apartment. She threw her bag on the couch, and she fell upon it. A few minutes later she plucked up the courage to stand up and look for acetaminophen. She rummaged through some cupboards and drawers and in the end found what she was looking for. She emptied the small paracetamol packet and let the powder fall into her glass of water. She looked at it and gave the solution a stir with a little spoon. Then she headed for the large window just behind the sofa. She just watched the view, admiring all the buildings which were mainly and broadly dominated by the CN Tower. The sun was shining outside. It was a very great day. She couldn’t help thinking about… Shawn? Her neighbor from the right who had just asked her out while they’d been knowing each other for only some days. Even not. She was invited to dinner. She hadn’t had a date since her breakup with Chris. She just didn’t want to go out with anyone. So the young girl didn’t stop asking herself why she had accepted with him. Every time she had him in front of her, she couldn’t help analyzing him. He looked like a real man but had a baby face at the same time. And the way he looked at her. The way she got lost in his hazel eyes. Gentleman and delightful. An hour later, Emily came back to the apartment. Earlier her flatmate had taken a nap, but she had been woken up by Em coming in the living-room. Quietly, as ever, she thought. So she made her way to the main room, joining her best friend. « Hi, y/n? Do ya feel better? – Yes, thank you, I’ve been sleeping. – Oh, have you been woken up by me? Emily questioned and her sidekick nodded in agreement. I’m sorry, my dude, t'wasn’t intentional, she added so. » y/n shrugged her shoulders, meaning it didn’t matter. « So how was it? she started speaking again. The library? Read well? » The other approved, telling her what she’d been reading and what it was about. In return, y/n told her bestie that she had passed Shawn one more time. « What a stroke of luck! Em said ironically. I have every reason to believe that he follows you everywhere. I think you’ve caught his eye! » y/n sighed, making her friend understand that she was talking rubbish. « By the way, I’ve made some search, the latter affirmed. Do you have any idea of who he is? » y/n frowned a bit, not understanding. « Yep. It wasn’t difficult to be honest, Emily continued. This guy is Shawn Mendes! » The other furrowed her brows even more. « Shawn who? she replied, completely in the dark. – Shawn Mendes! He’s a singer. He’s fucking famous all around the world! – What? » So y/n went on the Internet on her phone to make some researches. « Oh my God, that’s him. Fucking God. » She put her hand on her mouth, shocked, shook. « Well, never mind, he’s still our neighbor. It doesn’t change anything. He’s still… Shawn… The neighbor… – With that, I think I have to abandon the idea of seducing him, Emily explained, because it’s a waste of effort, I assume. You already won. Otherwise he wouldn’t have invited you. » Her colleague grinned, thinking about the moment Shawn had asked her out. « He shouldn’t have invited me! He should’ve invited you! The world’s turned upside down! » Emily whispered something like « that’s life, take your chance ». y/n so decided to follow her advice, and be as perfect as possible for her date. It’s just a date, it’s just a date, not an interview, relax, relax, she didn’t stop telling herself. Then she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She grabbed it, and looked at the notification. Shawn Can’t wait to see you tonight!

The two girls heard a knock at the door. y/n glanced at her phone. It was eight. He was bang. Emily was still on the couch, watching TV while eating her pasta box. Meanwhile, y/n answered the door. Then Shawn appeared in front of her. « Hi again, y/n, he simply greeted. » Then the teenage girl looked down. He was holding a very beautiful bunch of flowers. He raised his hands a bit to give her the bouquet. So she grabbed it, smelling the scent of the flowers. « Oh my God, Shawn, thank you! They are absolutely stunning. » He smiled by way of answer. « I’m coming back, I’m going to put them in a vase. Stay there. » Shawn nodded, and she made her way to the living-room. « Wowowo! Em exclaimed, whistling. How cute! You’re fucking lucky, dude. If only I were you… » y/n smiled at her. « I’ll put them in the water. Do you have a vase or something? – Yeah, sure. Let me do, go! He’s waiting for you. » Emily pointed out the door with her chin. Her best friend thanked her rapidly. « By the way, Em added, did you take your keys? Ooops, yeah in fact, no need if you’re spending the night just next. » y/n forced a smile, before wishing her a good night and getting back to the doorstep where Shawn was. « I’m here, she declared. Finally. We can go. » She hadn’t noticed how handsome he looked. He was wearing a dark shirt, a bit unbuttoned. His hair was nicely done and God, he smelled so good. Once they were outside the building, y/n looked at the sky. It was still daylight, and there were some clouds among the blue sky.

SHAWN’S POV She was absolutely stunning tonight. Tonight… just like any other day, actually. To tell the truth, I’d never have thought she’d have accepted. y/n and Emily were very nice as neighbors and I was glad to have them as such. It must be said that I’d known them for only two or three days but we had already talked a lot, especially with y/n because we had passed each other often since I arrived, in corridors, in the elevator or even outside, in the street… It was always a pleasure to talk to her; in addition to being really pretty, she was a very interesting person. Her personality looked interesting. I just wanted to get to know her better. I knew that everything had come very quickly, but I didn’t want to waste time before I had to leave for Portland. My tour was about to start again, so I wanted to spend more time with my family, my friends, my new neighbors, before leaving. y/n looked gorgeous in her little black dress which went well with her long dark hair that was blowing in the wind. She wasn’t very tall, and I found this cute. Especially when she blushed in this shy way. I’d stopped counting how many times she had blushed while we were talking. The way she looked embarrassed when she realized that she was blushing, made me blush as well, I assumed. She was such a natural beauty. She didn’t need to try. I think I might really like her. « Where are we going? she asked me as we were walking in the center of Toronto, where — fortunately — I hadn’t been neither spotted nor approached for once. » I winked at her and I smiled, to let her know that it would be a surprise. So she pouted, pursing her lips and crossing her arms. I chuckled, what made her laugh as well. I’d never really heard her laugh before, but God, it was so cute. Next I turned to look at her, and I noticed she was biting her lip, trying not to laugh. Damn. I led her to a restaurant in the center. Probably one of the chicest in town, which had an à la carte menu. This night was definitely my round. Obviously I wasn’t pretending. As we entered, y/n looked around her, and at the ceiling. Surprisingly there were a lot of people. But in another way, it was a very attractive place. Lots of people came up here. « Wowo! she whistled. Dude, it must cost a fortune. » I shrugged my shoulders. « It’s my round tonight. » She glanced at me rapidly, not really convinced. She might think I was crazy. « That’s me who’s inviting you, remember? » She rolled her eyes, shaking her head from left to right. I was behind her, but I’d swear to it that she was smiling though. Even blushing. Not long afterwards, a smiling waiter came to us and led both y/n and I to a table. We settled ourselves in our chairs, before the waiter came back and gave us the menu, like five or six minutes later. We’d been talking during this time, thing we had continued to do while waiting for our dishes; meanwhile we were served with some drink. « It’s really pretty there, y/n said after a sip. – That’s true. I’ve been here once before. – With a girl? » Her question made me chuckle. « No, with some of my friends actually. » She laughed as well, what made her screw up her eyes. Fuck, it was so cute. A quarter of an hour later, we’d been served with or meals. While eating, y/n and I continued to talk; she was talking about their move with Emily almost in details. It was incredible how every word that was coming from her mouth sounded beautifully. As she just said, the apartment next to mine was Emily’s aunt’s one. I should have known, honestly, but on the other hand, I already knew it. She talked then about her hobbies. She read a lot, spending all her time in libraries — but I had already guessed it — and she’d been playing chess for ages. She was definitely very smart. But the best was that, moreover, she loved music just like me; she’d been playing the piano for about ten years and had some basic knowledge of guitar. What more could I ask? She also talked about her family, her hometown, describing everything to me. And me, I was listening to her attentively, absorbing her every word. So I did the same, talking about my parents, my little sister, and Pickering in general. Then I was chewing a little piece of meat when she asked me, timidly: « And… How’s your tour? » I couldn’t deny that I wasn’t expecting this type of question. But I should have. Well, so she knew. Obviously there was like forty-five percent chance that she know me. Maybe it was better like this; I wasn’t disappointed at all. « Well… It’s fine. The European leg of the tour just ended early June. Everything was perfect and my public is really receptive. I’ll never thank them enough for all they’re doing for me. » y/n nodded, without adding anything. « So you know… who I really am, I carried on. » She pressed her lips together. Goddamn. « Actually, I didn’t know. Not until this morning. » No way? « It’s just… The first time we met, Em had the impression that she knew you or had already seen you somewhere, so I guess she made some searches — that’s what she’d said — and told me that. – Oh, I see. » I didn’t want this, but she looked a bit embarrassed. « You know, she started after another sip of water, as I said to Em, it won’t change anything, I mean — between you and us. You’re still our… neighbor. Shawn the neighbor. You know what I mean. It’s just… Your job is like any other. » I could notice that she started to blush. Her cheeks were becoming rosy, and I smiled; I didn’t know why exactly, if it was because she was blushing or just to reassure her. « Hey, don’t be embarrassed, I simply said and without knowing why I placed my hand on hers that was laying on the table, and to my astonishment, she didn’t remove it. It’s okay, I added. » I removed mine after sending her a smile, and she smiled at me in return as well. I really liked this girl. « It was delicious, y/n said after finishing her plate. – Agree, I responded. » Later again, the waiter passed and gave us the bill. I glanced at the ticket, without really reacting, because even if she was still in front of me, I couldn’t help thinking of her. « I’m coming back, I managed to declare. Footing the bill. »

Y/N’S POV This dinner was incredible. I’ve probably spent the best night since months. Shawn was very nice and such a gentleman — I didn’t know that this type of guy still existed —, and I couldn’t still believe that he paid everything. He might have quite a lot of money I supposed, but that was not a reason. It was ten o'clock on the dot and it wasn’t totally dark outside yet; it was good despite the fact that it was a bit cool. But the vibe was still good. We walked in the streets, on the way back to our home, calmly. At a moment, I started rubbing my arm, just to warm myself a little. Shawn noticed it and then he took over, placing his hand on my arm, squeezing me against him. Oh God, it was so good. I grabbed my phone just for a second, and saw a text message from Emily, wishing me a good night. I assumed she was already asleep at that time. Or maybe not, if in front of the TV she was waiting for me to come back and tell her everything about the dinner. An instant later, both Shawn and I finally reached the entrance to our building, then we called and entered the elevator. « I’ve spent an excellent night, Shawn, I said as we went up to our floor. Thank you. – Likewise, y/n, he replied. » The elevator stopped, and we came out of it, me first and Shawn followed then, and we made our way to our respective apartment. We were unlocking our doors when he stopped us. « Hey. » I turned to look at him. He was looking at me in the eyes. « Don’t you want to come to… have a drink? A last one. » I hesitated for a few seconds. We hadn’t drunk any alcohol and given that I’d missed it, I finally accepted but without being too long. I thought it was a way to thank him. And obviously I hadn’t thought about the other moron during all the night. It was definitely the first time since I broke up with him. We had just finished our glass of wine — a very good one by the way —, and I was looking at the view. The buildings whose windows were shining, and same for the CN Tower, illuminating the city. It was unbelievable that he owned his condo. « That’s beautiful, right? Shawn said, making me come back down to earth. – Yes, I approved. – Come. I know you have the same view from your window, but let’s see. » He held his hand out to me; I took it right away. It was a very strange feeling, but I really loved this. He led me outside, to his balcony. There was a fine wind, but rather pleasant. I turned my head on the left. All the lights from my apartment were switched off. Em was probably sleeping. « I really like this view, Shawn affirmed and I turned around; he was looking at the CN Tower, elbows on the railing. – Me too. » There was a beautiful silence which settled. We could hear the cars. « May I ask you something? he went on. – Hm? » He sighed. I assumed that he was hesitating to ask. « How is it possible that a girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend? » I was surprised by the question. But it made me chuckle. « Have I ever mentioned that I was single? » He was staring at me. He looked so confused but it was funny to see. « Just kidding. I am single. It’s been nine months now. And it’s maybe better like this. – Did something happen? Sorry if it’s in indiscreet. I would understand if you don’t want to answer. » Then despite myself I told Shawn every single thing, more or less in detail, what had happened with Chris, obviously with a neutral tone. Because most of the time I didn’t like to introduce the subject. « I’m terribly sorry that things didn’t end well, he said honestly. You’ll find someone better, I promise. You deserve it. » I smiled weakly, by way of thanks. Then I gazed at the CN Tower, still wonderful. And, maybe it was just me, but I felt that Shawn was staring at me. So I turned to look at him, but likewise he turned to look at the view. « You know, I continued, without taking my eyes off him. You should know that this night was one of the best things that happened to me since months. Honestly. » With that, he glanced at me. A smile played across his lips, progressively and slowly. « True? he asked, still smirking. » I nodded in agreement, with a weak smile. « So I’m glad to hear that, he told me then. » We were standing just next to each other. My right forearm was brushing his left one. I continued to admire the view, while concentrating on the traffic, the noise generated by cars.

BACK TO OMNISCIENT POV Both had been standing on Shawn’s balcony for almost twenty minutes, whereas y/n had told herself that she’d be prompt. But she would stay there forever if she could. She was admiring the dark sky. As regards Shawn, he was admiring her. She was just next to him. They were both together, alone and easy in their minds. Still glancing at y/n, he noticed that her eyes were shining and showed a sad look suddenly, thinking of everything and anything. She had a blank look. But he knew what she was really thinking about. In an unexpected way, he took her hand in his, to reassure her. One more time, she didn’t remove hers. « You’re not alone, y/n, he soothed. » She sighed something like « I know », still gazing into the distance. « I’m there. And you have Emily too. » She eventually looked at him. They were now holding each other’s gaze. The young boy then looked away from her eyes and glanced at her lips rapidly. Those lips. « I ought to go now, he heard her saying. » He looked at her in the eyes again. « You’re right, you look tired. I’m going to walk you back home. – Don’t worry, I know the path. » Shawn laughed. « Obviously, you don’t live too far. You mightn’t get lost. » He came with her to his and her doorsteps. She unlocked her door slowly, trying not to wake Emily up, while he was switching the light of the corridor on. Next y/n turned towards Shawn, staring deep into his eyes, one facing the other. She thanked him one more time, even though she knew that words weren’t enough, but she couldn’t help it. Actually she was thanking him not only for inviting her, but for being kind, sweet and gentle towards her. « You’re welcome, Shawn replied. » They held each other’s gaze, just like earlier. Very slowly, he raised his right hand, and placed delicately his thumb on her left cheek, rubbing it a little. « Good night, y/n, he said, removing his hand. – Likewise. Thank you again. » He smiled at her, friendly, and she took his hand real quick, before entering her apartment. As well, Shawn went into his after she finally shut her door in front of him.

She made her way to her bedroom that she had already prepared and tidied before leaving for dinner. There was just her bed which hadn’t been slept in yet. She had switched the light on, put her small bag and her stuff away. Next she got changed before going to the bathroom and brushing her teeth. As regards Emily, she was sleeping peacefully in her bedroom next to y/n’s one. Ten minutes later, the latter was ready to go to bed, turning the light off at last. She lay down, on the sheets, looking at the window in front of the bed. The shutter wasn’t completely shut, and y/n had let her window open. She could hear the noise which seemed distant outside. And two minutes later, she finally managed to close her eyes, soothed by the sound of the cars. In the condo next door, the neighbor was also trying to sleep. Eyes closed, he could nevertheless see himself, in the dark, in front of the illuminated Eiffel Tower, forearms on a railing. What does this mean? But that was not what got and held his attention. There was a girl just next to him, on the left, watching the monument as well. She was wearing a little black dress and her long dark hair was blowing in the wind.

A/N: There’ll be a Part. III MAYBE lol. Thanks by advance for the feedback.

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