A/n 2.0: I forgot to post this last week :| so oops
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âMmm, ten more minutes,â Shawn hummed with an adorably lopsided smile, his morning voice low and groggy, as he swatted your hand away from his head. With his eyes still closed against the early morning light, he pulled you close to his chest.
You felt his chest vibrate with the chuckle that escaped from his lips, causing you to giggle as you continued to pepper his face and neck with kisses. âI thought I told you to wake me up,â you reminded him, your eyebrows arched playfully.
âI thought you told me to sleep in as long as I wanted,â he retorted, adding, âPlus, itâs no fun if I donât get to wake up to this pretty face.â He reached out and squished your face gently in his hands.
You squished his, too, not wanting him to get the final squish, and sank back into the pillows behind you as a contented blush flooded your cheeks.
Only one silent moment later your peace was disturbed by a persistent poking at your ribs. âBaby. Babe. Baby. YYYYY/NNNNN.â
âWhat?â
âLook over there,â Shawn pointed, and like putty in his hands, your head swiveled right into his hands. Before you could think, your lips were being smothered in sloppy, affectionate kisses.
âShawn.â you feigned annoyance at his behavior, but he responded only with a smirk and a shrug. âBaby, you have to let me get up and ready now since you were too busy obeying me to obey me.â
âFine,â he replied, pouting slightly as he lifted up the covers to let you get up. âIâll be in the studio until youâre ready for me. Gimme one last kiss before you go.â
You leaned down and wrapped an arm around his shoulders as you blessed his lips with a warm, heartfelt kiss. âHappy birthday, Shawnie.â
âOne more,â he called just as youâd turned around. âI donât think the last one took.â
You shook your head wordlessly as you leaned down to kiss his lips once again.
As soon as you pulled away, his mouth opened to ask for one more, but he stopped when he saw the expression on your face; eyebrows arched, lips pursed, adoring glitter dancing in your eyes.
âYou⊠are⊠exasperating,â you mumbled between pecks.
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The soft strumming of Shawnâs guitar drew you into his home studio once youâd finished putting together his last-minute birthday surprise.
He looked up when you entered the room, but didnât stop playing, although the chords he strummed out changed ever so slightly. He began singing softly and sweetly as you squeezed into the bucket chair beside him. You recognized the song as the first song you had slow danced to as a couple.
âWhen you smile,â he began, âthe whole world stops and stares for a while because youâre amazing just the way you are.â
A/n 2.1 i sat on how to end this for way too long, so my apologies if it was abrupt đ itâs not my finest work but I havenât written fanfiction in forever, so excuse the quality
The door closes with a soft click. They had family over for dinner, decorated the Christmas tree earlier in the morning and it has been a long day. Shawn loves his family, loves how close they all are and how much they love his girlfriend but he was ready for some cozy downtime now that his parents, aunts, uncles and cousins have left.
"We're alone, finally," he whispers and she smiles, playfully poking his chest with one finger.
"We're alone, finally," he whispers and she smiles, playfully poking his chest with one finger.
"They weren't here for that long."
"Long enough," Shawn chuckles, softly cradling Jo's face in his large hands to place another kiss on her lips. "Let's watch some TV or something, I need to get on the couch," he announces and she adjusts her green Aritzia sweater that he has bunched up a little.
"I'll join you in a sec, let me just put the leftovers away."
"Alright," he says with a little smile, anticipating their cuddle session on the sofa when his phone pings with a message.
He frowns, seeing his friend's Jon's message with a screenshot attached to it. Jon's text says: "It has gotten a bit out of hand, man."
Shawn swipes to open the iMessage and sinks down on the big, comfortable white couch from where he could perfectly overlook Toronto and its glistening city lights. The screenshot shows a Tweet from one of his collaborators, a song-writer he has worked with before. In the tweet he is asking for a certain female singer's fandom to stop bombarding him with the request to work with her again and Shawn frowns, reading the tweet. The rabid fan base was apparently mad about the songwriter tweeting about a bunch of artists he worked with but not naming their favorite artist, even though Shawn and her have worked on a song ages ago. There were still a few delusional fans around that "shipped" them, creating accounts full of nonsense and "proof" that they were destined to be together. All this while Shawn has been in a serious, long-term relationship with the girl he loved the most in the world. He looks over his shoulder, catching a glimpse at Jo in the kitchen. She is humming to herself, a random tune, closing the refrigerator door and cleaning her hands on a kitchen rag. He can't help but gaze at her adoringly and wonder how he got so lucky. She looks adorable doing the most simple task and he has to tear his gaze away.
Unsure about what to reply, he sends three question marks and types: "that's just stupid. he shouldn't even have to say anything."
He hits send and the message makes a swooshing sound as it turns to blue. Jon responds a few seconds later by reacting with iMessage's exclamation marks to the message. 'That's why I don't go on Twitter', Shawn thinks to himself, but the screenshot has already sucked him into a new rabbit hole as he thumbs through the app. There are a few tweets about fans missing him, wondering how he's been since he's on a break. Careful to not accidentally like a tweet and send people spiraling about him being online he keeps on scrolling, pausing as he stumbles across a picture of Jo from the Lyle premiere. She looks stunning, truly gorgeous, posing for the cameras, her make up impeccable, light brown hair styled into a low bun, lips a deep crimson red and he has to chuckle to himself as he reads the caption: "can shawn mendes fight"
The replies get hornier with each tweet and he has to leave the thread before he gets too uncomfortable. He knew that people would usually go insane for any crumb of content about Jo. A whole red carpet appearance did elicit a wave of thirsty comments and of course, some inevitable hate comments spurred by envy and jealousy. But lately it has been all love and praise for his forever plus one and he has to chuckle again, reading some of the tweets thirsting over his girlfriend.
"Love her necklace here" as a caption of a picture where Jo is obviously not wearing a necklace but rather showing a bit of cleavage in the Bottega Veneta dress.
"How are they both so hot??" reads another tweet of them posing together, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist.
He is about to keep on scrolling when he feels her hands on his shoulders. Jo is standing behind the couch, letting her hands wander over his shoulders and down his chest as she bends forward to hug him from behind.
"What are you looking at?"
She has caught him staring at another picture from the premiere, where Jo is looking over her shoulder, looking every inch a modern day princess, elegant and sensual at the same time.
"Twitter," he replies with a low chuckle before exiting the app and putting his phone away.
"What about rule number three?" Jo asks with a grin, starting to massage his shoulders and he lets his head fall forward, letting out a relaxed sigh. There were a few ground rules they had to follow to make their life in the public eye easier and safer. Rule number one was about never posting their location online. Rule number two was only posting pictures of a place after they have left. And rule number three was never going on Twitter or read comments.
"Jon sent me a screenshot. It's nothing, just some stupid thing going on with Mike."
"Oh, okay," Jo says, continuing to softly press into his tense shoulders.
"Can you come here? Please?" he pleads, letting his head fall back to look at her and Jo smiles, brushing a curl out of his face. After that involuntary peek into the twitter abyss, he needed his daily dose of Jo. Needed to be reminded of what really mattered, what was real and touchable and his. In the real world.
She walks over to him, and he grabs her hand, pulling her onto his lap so she can straddle him, each thigh pressed against his on the couch. Jo presses her palms into his chest to steady herself.
She looks at him, his gaze a little tired but eyes still sparkly. He has been growing a beard, the stubble adorning his chin, cheeks and upper lip and she can tell he enjoys this downtime, not having to shave every two days. She lets her fingertips softly glide across his right cheek, feeling the stubble against her skin. It's a little scratchy but she likes it.
"Are you going to continue to grow it?" she asks, amusement in her tone of voice and Shawn chuckles, leaning into her touch, his hands finding her waist.
"Maybe. Do you like it?"
"Yeah," she tilts her head to the side. "Yeah, I like it. There's just," she giggles, "there's just a spot that looks a little patchy."
"Hey," he protests, "I'm trying here, okay," he points at his face in mock offense and Jo giggles as he digs his fingers into her sides, knowing that she's ticklish. She hides her face in the crook of his neck and inhales his musky but fresh scent. "No, I am serious. I think it suits you. Looks very grown up, very manly," she murmurs, gently cupping his cheek again as she looks at him. Shawn leans in for a feather light kiss and his hands are already slipping underneath her cable knit sweater.
"You look so innocent in this," he mumbles against her lips, fingering the hem of her jumper. "You look so innocent but I know you're not and it kills me."
"What do you mean I'm not innocent?" she bats her eyelashes at him.
"Baby," he chuckles lowly, remembering what she was doing to him last night. Remembering where her mouth was and what she was doing with her lips and tongue. He has to swallow thickly at the flashback. He traces her bottom lip with his thumb. "Did some pretty not so innocent things last night, remember?"
"Don't know what you're talking about," she says, sounding nonchalant while casually running a hand through her wavy hair. He grins, hands rubbing her sides as her jumper keeps riding up, revealing more of her soft, tanned skin.
"Just realized that I never returned the favor," he rasps, kissing her neck and Jo clasps her hands around the back of his neck to steady herself in his lap.
"Well, I must've tired you out. You seemed pretty... spent," she says with a knowing smile and it makes him blush, thinking back at the happenings from last night. Her mouth on him, her tongue licking all the right places, him hitting the back of her throat, feeling the sweet, sweet relief flood through every inch of his body.
He cups her face again, thumbs softly stroking her skin. "You're just too good at it. Who taught you to suck dick like that?" he chuckles.
"Had a few years to master the craft."
He laughs, leaning in again to kiss her hard. "Yeah, love that you've been practicing on me."
"Mhmh," she hums against his plump bottom lip and he kisses her again, now letting his teeth softly sink into her lip, gently biting down. The Christmas tree in the back is casting a warm glow and the city lights in the darkness glisten comfortingly. A familiar sense of home washes through him as she kisses him back, her fingers tangled in his hair.
He pulls up her green jumper, making it fall to the floor after pulling it up and over her head and she's in a simple nude bra, looking so perfect to him.
"You're the most beautiful girl in the world," he says in awe, gazing at her adoringly and she presses her palms into his chest.
"Stop," she chuckles, cheeks heating up as he is looking at her, taking her in, every breath making her chest heave and his hands come up, fingers slowly pulling down the bra straps until he finds the clasp on her back. He opens it with skillful fingers, making the nude undergarment tumble down between them, revealing her naked chest to him.
"Here?" she whispers, aware that they were still on the couch in the middle of their living room and he nods.
"Yeah, here."
'Okay', she thinks to herself and starts to open his shirt, button by button until he's shirtless underneath her. She runs her hands through the patch of dark chest hair and the trail of hair that leads down and into his pants. She takes her sweet time to trace his defined abs and pops open the button of his jeans, carefully tugging at the zipper and Shawn lifts his hips to pull down his dark Levi's until they join Jo's sweater on the floor.
"Lay down," he instructs and Jo gets comfortable on the sofa, topless, but with her jeans still on and Shawn is quick to open the high-waisted Acne jeans, the straight-legged pants gliding down her legs until they find their place on the top of the pile of clothes on the living room floor.
Her matching nude panties are adorned with a tiny little bow and he smiles to himself, running a calloused fingertip along the waistband, her breath quickening. "May I?" he whispers, looking up at her with big brown puppy eyes. She nods quickly and he drags her underwear down her legs, satisfied to see that she's slick with arousal already. Her rosy nipples are hard and pointy, partly because of the air that feels colder now without any clothes on, mostly because she is aroused.
"I still have my socks on," Jo giggles, looking down at her red Christmassy socks and Shawn grins, quickly taking them off. His gaze travels the length of her body as her thighs fall open, revealing her wetness for him.
"Fuck, baby," he growls under his breath. "Look at you. So perfect," he murmurs, placing little kisses along the inside of her left thigh. "So wet for me, so ready."
The trail of open-mouthed kisses goes up to her hipbone as he is intentionally leaving out the area where she needs his mouth the most, making her hips buck up in impatience. He smirks to himself, keeping his lips attached to her warm skin as he kisses up her body, now starting at her tummy and up to the valley between her breasts. He traces a thumb over one rock-hard nipple before slowly taking it into his mouth, gently sucking on it while cupping her other boob with his hand, slowly massaging it. Jo lets one arm rest behind her head against the sofa's armrest, the softest little mewl escaping her lips as Shawn's tongue traces her nipple. He continues to kiss between her boobs before moving on to the nipple he hasn't tended to before. The rosy bud feels so good against his mouth and he gets a little cheeky, teeth softly grazing the most sensitive skin. It makes her yelp, her hand flying to his hair where she grips a good handful.
Shawn chuckles against her breast, now looking up to find her sprawled out for him, chest heaving as she is breathing heavily.
"You good?"
"Mhm," she nods frantically, brain mushy, clouded with want and need.
"Please... go on," she stammers breathlessly and Shawn smiles, softly planting a kiss above her belly button, his hands keeping her hips in place as he settles between her thighs. "Can you spread your legs a little wider for me, baby?" he asks and she obliges, readily opening her legs until one thigh presses against the couch and the other rests against the seating edge.
"Like this?"
"Yeah, just like that," he reaffirms, getting comfortable on the couch that luckily is big enough for the two of them. He was painfully hard by now, erection filling out his black Calvins and he starts to rub his bulge against the couch's surface like a horny teenage boy, trying to get some friction. But he's set to please her first.
He can wait.
Jo seems a little impatient and fidgety, fisting the throw pillow behind her head, just the one she had on her lap a few hours ago when they had guests over.
Her ability to switch from sweet and cute, girl-next-door-smile to sexy and hot, moaning and naked on her back for him, astounds him to this day. He smiles as she tries to buck up her hips again, worldlessly telling him where she wanted him. Where she needed him.
He lowers his head again, tip of his nose touching her pubic bone and he needs to bury his head between her thighs, needs to taste her, lick her, feel her wetness and the sweet, sweet taste. He licks his lips in anticipation and then presses his mouth against the slick folds of her pussy. Her moan comes immediately. It's half moan, half gasp and he grins, smirks against her wetness, tongue starting to explore. He has done this countless times before, he knows how she likes it, where she likes it. But it's still a little different every time, sometimes gentle and soft, sometimes rough and needy. He takes his time, tongue licking and sweeping across the wet folds. The next lick takes him further up to her clit and Jo moans, mouth falling open as he suckles on her clit, seemingly enjoying it, appreciatively suckling on the pink flesh.
Jo's hands thread through his thick, curly hair, that's been cut shorter on the sides but there's enough to grip on the top of his head and she gets a handful, softly tugging at the brown strands as she moans quietly, every lick, every movement of his lips making her wetter and getting her closer to reach that high he's chasing for her.
He stops briefly to look up and what a sight it is. She's spread out for him, perky nipples still hard as she grabs one boob with a free hand, massaging the round breast, her back pressed into the couch while he holds her down. He grabs her thighs, holding onto them as he dives back in, licking and suckling, making the most obscene sucking noises as her pussy is perfectly wet, slick with arousal, dripping for him.
"Baby," she moans softly. "I think I'm gonna..."
"Cum?" he offers, looking up to find her looking at him, one hand in his hair, the other gripping his shoulder.
She nods frantically and he smiles, slowly continuing to lick her again, this time up and down until he adds some pressure to her clit that makes her moan out his name.
She's almost there, he can tell, but still, she needs that extra thing that'll send her over the edge so he quickly wets his middle and ring finger before pressing the pad of his middle finger to her mound. Her entrance is readily accepting his finger as he dips it inside, walls immediately clenching around the digit.
He fingers her knowingly, expertedly. If there was someone who knew how to use their hands it was him. He knew he was excellent at playing the piano and guitar, every riff, every octave so well executed. But this, this right here, was his favorite past time. He plays her like an expensive instrument, finger pumping in and out, thumb now playing with her clit, flicking the senstitive nub.
"Baby, are you gonna cum for me?" he mumbles, keeping on fingering her, and she is almost unable to form words, feeling her legs starting to tremble. His finger feels incredible, he's reaching places she can never reach herself, he gets in deeper, crooks his finger, pumps it in and out, slick folds making suction noises.
"God" she sighs, tilting her head back, the heel of her palm pressing against his forehead as he adds his ring finger, easily dipping it into her. "Yes, yes... don't stop, please, don'tstopdon'tstop."
He isn't planning to. Instead he adds his mouth to the mix and the combination of fingering and sucking her, almost makes her explode, makes her see white behind her eyes. She bites her plump bottom lip and looks down at his head of chocolate-brown curls, nose pressed into her pubic bone, his rosy lips attached to her flesh, two fingers inside her pussy and she can't hold it back. Another pump of his long fingers, another suckle on her clit and she's there. Her orgasm approaches rapidly, intensively, rushing over her and through her body like a wave. Her legs tremble, her whole body shakes with the force of the high and he finger-fucks her through the orgasm, watching her in awe as her cheeks flush pink and her body spasms beneath him, a million little galaxies exploding behind her closed eyes. He always loved making her cum with only his fingers and mouth. Yes, of course, he loved when she came on his cock but he felt weirdly proud when he managed to make her cum using his fingers or mouth only.
His dick is twitching in his boxer briefs, ready for some attention and he bucks his hips against the couch, trying not to prematurely cum into his underwear. Jo feels the rush slowly fade away, her whole body relaxing as she tries to catch her breath. She's breathless, panting, her walls still twitching around his two fingers that he buried into her tight pussy and as he slowly retrieves them, she sighs softly, watching him lick his fingers clean off her juices.
He smiles at her, pearly-white teeth glistening and he climbs up, hovering over her body, propped up on his forearms as to not to crush her. His nose bumps against hers and he goes in for the kiss, tongue sweeping into her mouth as she tastes herself on him.
"Fuck, that was good," she sighs happily as he breaks the kiss to get some air.
"Mhmm, delicious," he rasps, voice hoarse and throaty, licking his lips that are still glistening from her wetness as well as his scratchy chin.
"Did the scruff burn?" he asks, suddenly worried he might've scratched her skin in the process but she shakes her head. "No, just a little bit. But I kinda liked the scratchiness of it," she confesses, biting her lip. He looks down at her thighs, where the insides are indeed red and faint scratch marks are visible as his beard had scraped against her soft skin. He gently kisses the scratch marks, almost apologetically.
"Might have to shave then," he chuckles lightly and she pulls him up and closer to her again, wrapping her arms around his body while he settles between her legs.
"Nuh-uh," she protests, stroking his cheek. "I like it. It turns me on."
"Oh... well... in that case," he smirks between kisses, "I'll keep it."
She blinks slowly and rubs her eyes.
"Sleepy?" he questions and she shakes her head no.
"Nope, I want to take care of this... situation here," she giggles, reaching down to cup his erection and Shawn growls into her hair, letting his forehead rest against her shoulder.
"Had to hold myself back from cumming into my boxers. Last time that happened I was 17," he chuckles and Jo smiles.
"19," she corrects him, the memory vivid as it comes back. Them, both 19, in a hotel room, after getting off the tour bus, he, horny and restless, her, still exploring and awakening, still finding herself in her body, now more woman than girl. He had been grinding on her in between heated teenage kisses and then, quickly, finding release, wetting his boxers with cum as he released too early.
Shawn blushes at the memory. "Damn, you're right. See? I pushed that memory aside," he laughs, softly cupping her chin to kiss her again. "God, we were horny teenagers."
"I know. It was... a lot."
He hums, "well, I was away often. We had to make up for lost time."
"Exactly. You made sure of that," she smiles fondly. "We still do fuck a lot, though," she states, pensively, and he smiles at her.
"Well, yeah... we're only getting better at it. We also still have to christen the new L.A. house."
She nods, gently brushing his hair out of his face. "There's a few rooms to go through, huh."
"And bathrooms," he adds. "Dining table seems sturdy, too."
She laughs, shaking her head. "Yeah, next time we're there. Now that you've eaten me out... are you going to fuck me on this couch?"
"Do you want me to?" he asks playfully while she plays with the waistband of his Calvins.
"Yes," she whispers.
"Say it."
She looks him in the eye. "Fuck me."
"See, just as horny as when we were 19."
Jo bursts into laughter and he gets rid of his boxers to get his sweet relief after he got the fill.
"Then let me show you how much I've learned," he teases and she feels him getting ready as he lines himself up. And even though the snow is starting to fall outside and the city lights glisten in the icy cold, inside of their condo, it's so warm and cozy and all she needs is his body warmth and weight to keep her warm and he lowers himself down on her, slowly filling her up, giving her that sensation of perfect fullness while iloveyous and sweet nothings tumble out of his lips and into her ears.
Tag list: @yournameoneverypage @perfectlywrongsm @tonyspep @kerwritesthings @pamelagramm
Word Count: 820
Warnings: A little angst?
A/N: I hadn't expected to get this done so quickly, - I started it earlier tonight, - and I apologize that it's one of my more recent requests and not something I've had for awhile, but when I reread the prompt (which surprisingly I hadn't remembered reading when it first came in), it just sparked and caught. I know it's short, but I hope you still like it. I feel rusty, like it may not be all that good, since I haven't written anything for awhile, so please be kind if you choose to comment.
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Shawn woke up Saturday morning with butterflies already tumbling in his stomach. It was going to be a big day, and it would be an even bigger night. The kind of night that would make or break the future he had envisioned.
He barely managed to choke down even a small breakfast, but he knew heâd need the sustenance. He didnât want to pass out on the front stoop.
He showered and shaved. He styled his curls into neat waves, trying to disguise their true length. He had considered getting a haircut, but you liked his hair a bit longer.
He stood in the middle of his walk-in closet, trying to determine what to wear to make the greatest impression, finally deciding on one of his best suits, in blue. Heâd read that blue signified serenity or calm, trust, intelligence, and responsibility. He also looked good in blue. Beneath his suit he wore a white button-down. White was often linked to sincerity, simplicity, clarity, and peace.
He knew what he wanted. In all sincerity, he had never been more clear.
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Shawn was on his way, probably driving a little too fast, he realized. Trust, responsibility, he thought to himself. You also need to get there in one piece. He eased up on the gas as he drew closer and closer to his destination. He also began a breathing technique to try to lower his heart rate and another to bolster his confidence.
Too soon he was standing at the door, metaphorically holding his heart in his hand. He knocked briefly in the rhythm of the literal heart in his chest.
âShawn,â your father greeted when the door opened. âWhereâs my princess?â
âIâm here alone, Sir.â He took a deep breath. âI have a question to ask you. Man to man.â
Shawn waited to be invited inside. When he wasnât, when your father only raised one eyebrow, he nervously rubbed his palms against the fabric of his thighs.
He drew another deep breath. Fine. He'll do it right here then. âI love your daughter. She is the most important person in my life. I will put her above all else. Always. And tonight, Iâd like to propose. Iâm here to ask for your blessing.â
Your father folded his arms across his chest, grunted, and said, gruffly, "You wonât get it. The answer is no."
Shawnâs heart plummeted and his head began to swim. He thought your father had always liked him, so this was surprising, to say the least.Â
He respected your father, but that was an unacceptable response. He stood straighter. He had been folded in on himself, if only slightly, so as not to seem overly imposing. He was taller and wider than the older man.
He inhaled, his chest expanding, and cleared his throat. âSir, please. Your blessing is important to y/n, therefore it's important to me. So, respectfully, Iâll ask again. May I have your daughterâs hand in marriage?â
Your father stood taller, squaring his chest. âAnd again, my answer is no.â
It was no secret that he was antipathetic to Shawnâs lifestyle, and very much disliked that Shawn was sometimes away for long stretches of time, leaving his daughter on her own, but you were a grown woman who chose this life with Shawn, who made her own decisions. And Shawn had never, nor would he ever hurt or mistreat you. He was loving and loyal to a fault and thoroughly, wildly in love with you.
âI canât live without her,â Shawn stated, matter of factly. âI wonât. Iâm going to marry her, with or without your approval. This is simply a formality. Sheâll say âyesâ because she loves me and she knows our life together will be filled with affection, and adventure, and happiness, and undying devotion.
âI love her. She loves me. And she loves you. Iâd like to see you walk your daughter down the aisle, and place her hand in mine at the altar. I think you know, deep in your heart, that if you make her choose between us, sheâll choose me. I don't want her to ever have to make that choice. I want you in her life, and in the lives of our future children.
âSo, I hope you will strongly reconsider.â
Shawn exhaled, gave a sharp nod in goodbye, turned, and walked away from his future father-in-law. He opened his car door and slid in behind the wheel. He sat there for a few minutes, simply breathing until he was calm enough to drive safely.
He finally turned the key in the ignition, but before he could put the car into gear, there was a sharp knock on his window.
He rolled it down and earnestly met your fatherâs eyes.
Your father sighed. âAlright, Son. Alright.â He placed his hand on Shawnâs shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. âYou have my blessing. Donât make me regret it.â
Word Count: ~3.5k
A/N: I apologize for this taking a week longer than I had planned, and for not writing wedding night smut, but this request was already over 3k words. Iâll post a separate smut imagine, if you would like me to. đ I stole the vows from a website online; credit goes to those who wrote them... If any of this feels/seems unrealistic, just go with it, yeah? It is fiction after all. đ
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You were sitting at the foot of your side of the bed, just beginning the first coat of pink polish to your toes when your boyfriend entered the bedroom from the en suite, pajama pants hanging low on his hips and his hair still damp from his shower.
âIncoming,â he said before crawling onto the mattress so you could pause the brush and the jostling wouldnât mess up the application.
Shawn pressed up against your back and kissed your shoulder before humming, âLetâs get away. Just the two of us. What do you say, babe?âÂ
âIâd say that sounds incredible,â you mused softly, putting the applicator brush back into the bottle. You tilted your head when his lips trailed their way to your neck. âBut when would we be able to manage that?â
âNow.â
âNow??â you wheezed, eyes widening.
He took the bottle of nail polish from you, so small in his large hand, sat cross legged in the middle of the bed, and pulled your feet into his lap. He took over where you had left off, continuing to paint your nails for you.
âAfter Tuesday, youâll be between projects at work, right?â he said, carefully concentrating on his task. âThe timing couldnât be more perfect.â
You gazed at him, your heart quickening. You loved him so much it physically hurt sometimes.
As if he could feel your eyes on him, he glanced up at you. There was a slight uncertainty in his honey brown depths and a tinge of pink across the crests of his cheeks.
He lowered his eyes just as quickly and finished your final two toes as he continued, âThings have been so busy the past few months, and Tour starts in six weeks. We could leave later this week and come home just before rehearsals start.â
He capped the bottle and looked at you expectantly.
Nearly two weeks with the love of your life, in some tropical location, with no obligations or responsibilities, would be an absolute dream. Did he really think you would say ânoâ?
âJust say âyesâ and Iâll take care of everything.â
You cupped his face and drew his lips to yours. âYes,â you breathed.
His responding smile lit up your whole world.
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You woke to Shawn's too warm skin at your back, the sound of ocean waves, and the scent of wild orchids and salt water breezing through the wide open doors from the lanai into your Fijian peninsula villa. You shifted away from Shawn and stretched languorously in your king size bed, still tired but not wanting to sleep the rest of your day away. He was deep in N3 if he hadnât stirred from your movements.
The traveling you had to do to get here had been extensive and exhausting, - Toronto to LAX to Nadi to Laucala, - but entirely worth it. Your body and mind still felt like it was nine oâclock Thursday night but the local time in Fiji was one oâclock Friday afternoon. When you and Shawn had arrived that morning at nine, you fell directly into bed to get a few hours of sleep to hopefully offset some of the jet lag and attempt to align your body rhythms with Fiji time.
There was a soft knock on your villa door and you pulled on one of Shawnâs button downs, which had become one of your sleep shirts months ago. On the other side was your resident Tao, or private butler, with the one oâclock lunch service you had requested before passing out. You took the tray with a gracious thank you.
You set the tray on the corner of the bed opposite Shawn and proceeded to rouse him with light touches and tender but increasingly persistent kisses⊠On his forehead and his nose, across his cheeks, on his chin, one to his lips, - which was when he began to stir, humming softly. This was always your favorite way to wake him.
âUp and at âem, baby,â you murmured, chuckling softly.
He rolled onto his back, groggily trying to open his eyes but the sunshine reflecting off the turquoise lagoons and white sand was too bright. He immediately threw his forearm across them.
Fuck, was he beautiful. All that glorious skin on display. You crawled on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. His free hand immediately reached for your butt and he squeezed gently.
You leaned over him and brought your lips to his again, lingering there until he was wholly responding, uncovering his eyes, cupping your face, thumb under your chin, deepening your kiss with his tongue.
You eased away, breathless and giggling. âAre you hungry?â
He swiftly flipped you over so you were beneath him. âHungry for you,â he rasped, voice thick with desire. His mouth descended to your neck.
You pushed at his shoulders, laughing. âBabe. Nourishment, then nookie. Weâll need the energy,â you purred with a lascivious grin.
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After a delicious lunch and an even more enjoyable and satisfying âdessertâ you and Shawn spent some time luxuriating in your private pool. You had then taken a horseback ride along one of the many trails, stopping to visit the resortâs own farm, where most of the products it required were grown or raised.
Aside from the spectacular beauty of the island and its perfect temperatures, the resortâs exclusivity and privacy, and more than 80% sustainability, had been the largest draws for Shawn having chosen it for your trip.
You had had dinner at one of the resortâs five restaurants before returning to your villa. You were stretched out on your stomach in bed, studying all of the amenities and activities listed within the resortâs welcome package, trying to plan out your next few days. Shawn was pressed against your side, dropping little kisses across your shoulder.
There was so much to choose from. An endless array of water spots and activities. Wakeboarding, windsurfing, water skiing, and kayaking. Jet skis and inflatables, snorkeling and scuba diving. Sailing, and fishing or trawling. And aside from horseback riding, there was tennis, mountain biking, and golf, which Shawn wanted to do at least once. You agreed to go golfing with him if he attended a cooking class with you. And you were both looking forward to a few wellness treatments.
You were a planner, detail-oriented, and naturally organized, which helped you keep track of your schedule, and Shawnâs much more chaotic schedule, and how to make them work together. Itâs something you learned to navigate when things began to get serious between you, and now you were a pro.
Shawn appreciated those traits of yours more than he could ever express, - you both worked tirelessly to make sure your life together had as few hiccups as possible, which meant communication, transparency, and unending openness.
With an affectionate chuckle, Shawn teasingly reminded you that you would have plenty of time to explore everything the island had to offer, so an itinerary wasnât really necessary.
You blushed softly, a little self-consciously, and mumbled that it was only a âguidelineâ.
He gazed lovingly at you, his smile small and tender. He knew you were it for him, his end-all, be-all, had known it for a while, but something about this moment affected him deeper than any other moment ever had before. âI love you,â he breathed.
âI know,â you smirked.
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It was your fourth day on Laucala when Shawn told you he had made plans for your evening. You could choose whatever you wanted for the two of you to do for the day, but the evening was his.
Your hand was interlaced with Shawnâs as he led you along the beach. In the near distance, hugging the shoreline, was a small, low-lying table, romantically set for two, upon a blanket, with oversized cushions to sit on. Just to the side of it was Shawnâs guitar, the neck resting against a large picnic basket.
You couldnât stop the smile which upturned the corners of your mouth and the fluttering of your heart. âShawn,â you sighed dreamily.
He turned to face you, his hand still tangled with yours, but continued to walk backwards, smiling bashfully. He slowed a little and thought to himself, this is itâŠ
âWatch your step, Love.â He steered you around a large piece of driftwood (strategically placed).
When you glanced down, you caught the reflection of the sun off a bottle in the white sand. Shawn knew you would stop to pick it up, in fact, he had counted on it; your curious nature was too strong. You crouched down to retrieve it and noticed something inside.
âWhat is it?â he wondered, trying to sound just as curious, and not smile too big.
You pulled the cork out and shook the small scroll into your hand. Unrolling it, you saw the script. Three words in Shawnâs neatest handwriting.
Just say yesâŠ
Your heart started racing, your cheeks filled with heat, and you breathed, âBabe?â
When your eyes rose to his again, he smiled, cheeks pink, and bit his lip, and then he was down on one knee before you, holding an open ring box with the most beautiful engagement ring you had ever seen resting inside.Â
His eyes were shining with devotion when he asked, âMy love, my world, will you marry me?â
You knew you and Shawn had been heading in that direction, but you hadnât expected a proposal before the first leg of Tour ended, six months from now.
You fell to your knees, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him toward you. âYes,â you gasped, eyes glistening with happy tears, and pressed your lips to his. âYes, absolutely.â
He laughed breathlessly, in pure happiness, as he eased away to slide the ring onto your finger. âOh my God,â he wheezed, both of you giggling uncontrollably. âI love you,â he hummed before drawing your lips together again.
âI love you so fucking much,â you murmured. âI canât wait to be your wife.â
You watched the sunset while in Shawnâs arms and took a walk along the beach before returning to your villa to fall into bed and make love. You couldnât seem to get enough of each other. It was often like that between you, but that night was exceptionally unhurried and indulgent.
Still tangled up in one another, Shawnâs head on your chest, you gently caressed and scraped fingernails from the curls at the nape of his neck, across his shoulders, and up and down his back.
âLetâs do it here,â he whispered, so softly you almost hadnât heard him.
âDo what, Love?â
He rolled onto his side, drawing you with him so you were laying face to face. He pulled you close, twining your legs and wrapping his arms around you. Searching your eyes, he whispered, âGet married. Here, in Laucala. Before we go home.â
âWhat?â you wheezed.
âI donât want to wait another moment to become your husband.â He touched his nose to yours, brushed your lips with his. âYou said youâve never really wanted a big, extravagant wedding anyway, right? So, letâs do an intimate beach wedding, just you and I. The white sand, the blue lagoons, the green mountains. It would be so beautiful, babe,â he breathed.
And all at once that was exactly what you wanted, just the two of you, but still your voice wavered when you said, âWhat about our families? Our friends?â
âItâs our day, my love, not theirs. And if itâs what we choose, theyâll be happy for us.â
And they would. Even if you denied your father the chance to walk you down the aisle, or your best friend the opportunity to be your maid of honor, theyâd still be happy for you.
âLetâs get married and spend our second week in Fiji as newlyweds on our honeymoon,â he grinned. He drew you even closer. âJust say âyesâ?â
You tightened your arms and legs around one another until you were flush against him and sharing breath. âYes,â you whispered.
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You started making wedding arrangements the next morning. You didnât need much more than an arch, an officiant, a videographer, and a photographer. Well, and the rings.
The resort put you in touch with the right people, and everything came together smoothly and quicker than you expected; apparently, last-minute weddings were something Laucala was remarkably adept at.
It didnât really strike you that it was your wedding day until you were walking towards your extraordinarily handsome, soon to be husband as he stood beneath the white flowered, wooden arch with the officiant, his smile bright enough to rival the South Seas sun.
There were tears in his eyes when you finally stood before him. You swiped them away with a soft laugh. âYouâre going to make me cry before our vows,â you snickered.
He chuckled in response, catching the start of your own tears before they could fall. âYou are so beautiful,â he exhaled.
You were at a loss for words as you ran fingertips along his jawline and down the front of his white button-down.
The officiant gave you a few moments to take in one another before he smiled and said softly, âShall we proceed?â
You made it through the traditional readings and blessing without tears, but you knew the vows were going to ruin you, but in the very best way.
You and Shawn had chosen to write your own, but hadnât had enough time to completely memorize them, so you had cards made to read from to help you through them.
You were first, and you took a deep breath, tightening your free hand in Shawnâs.
âYou are a million dreams and a million prayers of a little girl come true. You are kind. You are silly. You are intelligent. Your laugh is contagious. You acknowledge my strengths and accept my faults. You make me want to be a better person every day.â
You had to take a deep, steadying breath before you could continue.
âToday, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep.
âI promise to never stop holding your hand. I promise to stand by your side while you face the world. I promise to join your laughter with my own, and when you canât look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark. I promise to grow alongside you, but also to never grow up. I promise to love, respect, protect, and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for I know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone.
âI choose you,â you breathed.Â
Even though it wasnât time for the kiss, Shawn couldnât stop himself from kissing you and you giggled against his lips.
And then it was his turn.
âIt has made me better, loving you. It has made me wiser, and easier, and brighterâŠ
âI promise to always see you with the same eyes and the same heart that I see you with at this exact moment. I vow to honor you and respect you, support you, and encourage you. I promise to listen to you when you speak. I promise to dream with you, celebrate with you, and walk beside you through whatever life brings. I vow to laugh with you and comfort you during times of joy and times of sorrow. I promise to tell you every day how much I love you and appreciate all that you do. I promise to always pursue you, to fight for you, and love you unconditionally and wholeheartedly for the rest of my life. I vow to put you first and above all, always.
âI choose you,â he whispered.
You had tried to keep your tears from falling, but it was futile. Both of your faces were tear-streaked by the time heâd finished, and your smiles, brilliant. You again wiped the wetness from each otherâs cheeks, chuckling softly, and took deep breaths. You were almost there, almost married, and you could still barely believe it.
The officiant quietly cleared his throat. âThe rings?â
Shawn pulled them from his pocket, too eagerly, as he almost dropped them in the sand. You both laughed at his clumsiness as he handed you his. You held it tightly in your right hand and offered your left.
Shawn grinned, biting his lower lip. He had memorized this part easily. âI take you as you are now, tomorrow, and for eternity to come, to be my wife.â He slid your wedding ring on, followed by your engagement ring, and brought your hand to his lips.
Your hand shaking slightly, you repeated, as you slid his ring on, âI take you as you are now, tomorrow, and for eternity to come, to be my husband.â
The officiant proclaimed you husband and wife, and then smirked. âNow, you may kiss your bride.â
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After your ceremony and some additional pictures were taken as the sun set behind you, you returned to your villa. Shawn insisted on carrying you across the threshold, both of you positively giddy, where you found champagne on ice, and an extravagant, gorgeous dinner waiting for you.
Soft music was playing throughout the villa. You ate your dinner, feeding one another, stuck to each otherâs sides. You danced when your song came on, and then for a few more, before Shawn swept you back up into his arms to bring you to your bed, which was covered with rose petals.
You made love for the first, and second, time as husband and wife, and then brought your champagne flutes into the big enough for two, sunken bathtub to end your evening.
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By the following morning, your photographer had emailed you a handful of the photos she had taken since you had mentioned wanting to share a few with your families and most trusted friends. She would be putting everything together for you into an album, which would be ready before your honeymoon was over.
You and Shawn chose three of them. One of your rings, one of the arch, and one of the two of you kissing after youâd been pronounced husband and wife.
You figured out the best time to send them with the time differences between Fiji and your hometowns, and you composed group messages, you to your family and besties, and he to his parents, sister, and a few of his closest friends.
âYou ready for the onslaught of replies and calls?â you snickered.
âReady,â he grinned. âAnd⊠send.â
Your mothers were the first to call, at almost the exact same time. You laughed and put your calls on speaker to talk to them both. They started gasping with surprise and gushing with excitement. You could hear the text message notifications popping up in the background. It was going to be a long morning of phone calls.
You told them you had the ceremony video that you would share with them upon your return, and also promised you would have a small ceremony and/or reception with family and friends, if not just before Tour kicked off, then in the months to come, when there would be a longer break between shows.
Your moms said they would work together, and ask your best friend and Aaliyah if theyâd like to be involved, and start planning, and would have options for you to begin to choose from when you got home. You were perfectly okay with that; less work for you, and it would make them happy to be a part of something.
After hanging up with your mothers and returning every other enthusiastic call and text, Shawn pulled you onto his lap and into his arms. âWell, wifey, what now?â
You shared a languid, deliberate kiss before you hummed, âWell, hubby, now we live happily ever afterâŠâ
Warning â ïž: tiny bits of smut of mentions, mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.
A/N: apologies for it being short. Iâm also kinda not sure about how this story turned out, but as always feedback and comments will be very much appreciated â„ïž
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One
The sound of birds chirping outside your window, slowly pulls you from your deep sleep. You could also feel the early morning sun that begins to filter through the curtains, raising your consciousness even more.
The filtered light permeated your vision behind closed lids, and the gentle sound of Shawnâs breathing brought a smile to your lips.
The feel of his breath against the back of your neck, the firm arm around your waist, made you nestle yourself closer to him, and exhale a soft breath in calm content.
It had been only five days since you both said I do and it had been your second day of honeymoon at this private villa but still you found yourself giddy at the thought of being able to enjoy this little slice of paradise with him.
Your eyes ever so slowly flutter open, as you turn to face him. He looked gorgeous to say the least, the soft rays of sunshine perfectly highlighting his features.
You continue admiring the way he looks, as he lets out hushed breaths and still sleep peacefully, unaware of your prying eyes. Or at least that's what you thought at first, but then he shifted in his sleep to bring you closer to him.
"Good morning." You say, smiling as soon as he opens his eyes, making him chuckle.
You feel his arms tighten slightly as he moves closer, âGood morning, to my beautiful wife,â He whispers, as he leaves soft kisses to your bare shoulder.
âIs that how youâre going to greet me every morning now?â
âFrom the moment I said I do, I will call you my wife every single chance I get.â He smiles, before cupping your face and brushing his lips against yours softly.
Two
You found yourself wide awake in the middle of the night. It was just a strange enough sensation that made you want to pinch yourself to make sure it was in fact real life and not just a dream.
You looked over at your now husband , as he was sleeping peacefully beside you. Head facing you on the pillow. Leaning up on your elbow, you ran your fingers over his hair instead.
Not to your surprise, Shawn didnât even flinch. But you knew that he was awake as his breathing changed. Unlike you, he was a relatively light sleeper and an early riser.
âEverything okay?â He asked.
âI was just thinking,â you shrugged.
Shawn moves his hand forward, tucking the lock of your hair behind your ear. Sighing, you nestled your head in the crook of his shoulder and splayed your hand on his chest,âWhatâs keeping you up?â He asked.
âCan I ask you something?â You said while you began tracing patterns on his chest.
âWill you go back to sleep after?â he asked, fighting back a yawn.
âDo you like me?â
âWhat? of course I do,â he said without hesitation. âI married you.â
âBut did you marry me as a friend or like a wife? You shrugged again, âIt was a little unclear for me, honey.â
âOf course, I married you because I want you to be my wife. I want to wake up and go to sleep next to you. I donât just like you, Y/N. I love you. I mean yes I like, but perhaps itâs more towards that I couldnât get enough of your company. You know whenever every little thing happens at any point in time, I find myself thinking I canât wait to tell Y/N about this. So yes Y/N, I am so very much in love with y-.â
Before he could say anything more, you were giggling and your whole face just lit up with joy. You even scrambled to sit up in bed, crossing your legs. Shawn couldnât help but start rolling his eyes and shook his head, seeing your current state.
âIâm sorry, honey,â You said, clutching your belly, âBut the expression on your face was priceless.â
âYou know what?â He drew you down, and started tickling your neck with kisses as he mumbled the rest of his sentences, âYou are so glad that I love you.â He said before properly laying back on the bed and pulling you to his chest again, âNobody else can tease me the way you do, Y/N.â
âThank you for loving me.â You giggled as you continued nuzzling your head on his chest, and pressing a light kiss on the spot just above where you could hear the rapid thud-thud sound, âI love you, Shawn.â
Three
Shawn was pulled away from his thoughts the second he heard the back door sliding open slowly. He turns his head, only to see you. Wearing his shirt that functions as a dress for you, your hair slightly messy, eyes a little puffy and still glazed with sleep.
But you still look so beautiful. He definitely could get used to this sight of you like this each morning.
âLook whoâs up early.â
You found him outside on the balcony. You could tell he just wrapped up his mediation session, his features seemed relaxed as he lay curled up in the hammock, and enjoying the early morning weather.
âYou were gone, your side of bed was cold,â you pouted, âI missed you.â
âIâm sorry, honey.â Shawn says as he continues looking at you fondly. âWould you like me to come back to bed?â
âNo, Iâll just join you here.â You shrug, making your way over to him.
Shawn smiled, shifting in his position that made the hammock shake dangerously, but he steadied the netting quickly enough so he could help you climb on and ensured that both of you were in a comfortable position.
His legs then were under yours, as you threw your legs over the side of the hammock, feeling the cool morning breeze tickling your skin. His arm wrapped around you, and rested on your side, while you nuzzled your face close to his chest, embracing him completely,âAre you comfortable?â he asked.
The hammock calmly rocked back and forth, soothing you completely and you couldnât help but let out a yawn. âThis is perfect,â you murmured, feeling your eyelids grow heavier again. âThis is all I ever want. Just wanna be close to you and stay exactly like this for the rest of my life.â
âI want that, too.â
Four
âI think itâs been two days,â You sighed, curling up more to the sheets,âTwo days since we left this room.â
âHow time flies when youâre having fun.â Shawn smiled.
Though it had been a few hours or maybe even more, the smell of sex still lingered in the warm air of your bedroom. You are currently facing one another, the sheets hanging low on your hips, and the majority of your bodies exposed to one another, but neither of you feel vulnerable, if anything you feel warm.
Thatâs the only way either of you could describe these moments. Warm. Physically and emotionally warm.
Shawn looks so irresistible to the point you couldnât stop smiling at yourself as you curl your fingers through his hair, enjoying the way nothing but these thin sheets are separating the two of you, and the constellations of love marks all over your and his body definitely have their own fair share of stories.
âI donât want to leave.â You sigh as you shuffle yourself closer to him, his palm trailing up and down your waist. You lean your head forward slightly, kissing him softly, and sweetly.
âI know,â Shawn sighed, âNeither do I.â
He wished he could stay like this forever with you. No words can fully describe how much he cherishes the sight of you naked and still tangled under the sheets with him.
He might not bluntly admit it but, this trip was not just a honeymoon, but also an escape the madness of the media crazed over your relationship, a literal excuse to have sex all day, and an actual chance to do absolutely nothing together.
âOur honeymoon is almost over.â
âAlmost, but not quite,â His hand moves to your cheek, thumb caressing your face gently. You lean your head into his palm, enjoying his gentle touches, âWe still have today and tomorrow for whatever you want.â
âDo you think we could extend? Just for one more day?â
âWe can definitely extend for one or more days,â Shawn nods, kissing you chastely and sweetly again, âAnything for my wife.â
Five
A wide, proud smile appeared on Shawnâs lips as he cleared his throat and lifted your gaze from the book, to see him standing right in front of you.
He reached out for your hand as you put aside the book, feeling a bit confused.
âWhat are you doing?"
"I wanna dance with my wife.â He lifted an eyebrow and smiled at you.
âA⊠a dance?â You asked again.
âCmon, letâs be horrible dancers together.â
Before you say anything else, his hands were on yours and he was pulling you off the couch.
âOkay, Mr. Iâll gladly dance with you.â You chuckle, taking his hand as he wrapped his other arm around your waist, and you rested your head on his chest.
Both of you began to slowly sway along with the music, moving in the living room at the villa.
After a short while, you stood up on your tiptoes and left a quick kiss on his forehead, âI love you, so so much.â
âI love you too, so very much.â He looked down at you, smiling softly before slowly spinning you, and just to hold you closer.
As you continue to lay on his chest. Both of you couldnât help but sighed happily as your head instantly filled with memories that lead to this very moment.
Realisation hits both of you as the two of you were no longer sixteen, not spending date nights at the your hometown restaurants anymore, not sharing a dance at the Pine Ridge secondary school auditorium, not making love for the very first time in his childhood bedroom when his parents were out of town and he was supposed to be babysitting Aaliyah, not running to your house just seconds before your curfew and definitely not stargazing, losing track of time while sharing a bag of old fashioned plain timbits and talking about what you hope the future would look like.
Time seems to stop ticking as you gaze at each other, both smiling, and still looking at each other with such awe. Both hearts beat a little faster, as you continue gushing over the other, feeling a bit silly that you still feel the slight nervousness even after all these years, but ultimately feeling at ease to have found each other.
Even after all the little twists of fate and turns of life brought, both of you couldnât believe how lucky you are to find yourselves here, dancing the night away with each other.
Thank you for reading guys... feel free to like, reblog, follow my account, leave a comment and my chat is always open for random chats or requests... appreciate every single one of you... â€ïž
Hey, it's been a while đ„ș your writing is amazing and i read every single word with my whole heart melting đđ
Could you please write a story how Shawn and his girl make love and while they talk about everything and nothing afterwards while holding each other, he asks her to marry him randomly, out of blue, with no ring because it was unplanned but he felt like doing it. Thank you đđ
A Whole Lotta Luck
Shawn Mendes x female reader
Word Count: ~3.2k
Warning â ïž: fluff, smut, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.
A/N: Canât believe it! But, this is my 100th story posted!
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âShawn if youâre not ready in the next two minutes, I swear Iâllââ
You hollered as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror, drying your face with a towel, having just washed your face and brushing your teeth, wrapping up your entire night routine.
âWhoa hold up! Thereâs no need to bring on the big gigantic threats.â Shawn chuckles, rolling his eyes as his back rested against the headboard of the bed.
âAre you scared of it, baby?â
âPfft! No!â He denies, waving his free hand in emphasis, âBut, what got you so needy today?â He couldnât help but ask, calling you out as his eyes were still scanning through the stack of papers containing his rather boring and more technical work related stuff, at least thatâs what he said repeatedly.
âI thought you liked it when I got needy.â
âOh as matter of fact, I actually love it. I was just wondering...â
âI feel like I donât need to give a reason for being needy towards my boyfriend.â You chuckle, untying your hair that was previously on a ponytail.
âYeah youâre actually right about that.â He sighed, eyes still glued to the stack of papers.
âAre you really ready now or am I losing you?â
âYes! I swear I am as ready as ever, honey.â He said, even though he still hasnât put the papers down.
âJust so you know, tonight I happen to be wearing that lingerie set that you said you really love.â
âWait, are you for real?â Shawnâs head snapped in your direction that instant, and immediately tossed the stack of papers he was holding just seconds ago into the nightstand, âThe black lacy one?â
âMmhmm.â You smirked, making your way into the bed, straddling him and pressing your palms against his chest to hold yourself up, âTo tell you the truth, I feel like we need some uninterrupted alone time. I just missed you.â
Shawn couldnât blame you. He had been preoccupied with work non-stop. He didnât want to admit it but he actually desperately needed that calm, silence, quiet and uninterrupted time from all the chaos. There were so many other important things in his life that he needed to make time for, other than his work. One of them was obviously spending that time with you.
âI missed you too.â He smiled, eyes enjoying how your t-shirt rode up to reveal the black lacy lingerie you chose to wear underneath. He couldnât help but start gently rubbing his hand up and down, caressing your exposed thighs,âIâm sorry, that my work has been the reason.â
âItâs okay, Shawn,â You smiled down at him, gently cupping his face in your palms, âI understand.â
âHow did I get so lucky to have you in my life?â He smiles, touching your cheek softly, tilting your chin up so your lips meet. âJust a whole lotta luck I suppose.â You giggle as his mouth continues to cover yours. Everything narrows to the feeling of his kiss, slow but intense like heâs taking his time tasting you.
Both your tongues danced in harmony, tasting and exploring each other as if for the first time. Soft yet moist, hot and breathy kisses were shared, not trying to rush anything but rather just relishing the closeness shared.
You part your lips, welcoming him further as you undo the buttons of his shirt slowly, in no rush to get them off. You continue relishing the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands exploring your body, as you run your fingers through his soft, thick hair.
Shawn then begins trailing his lips down your neck, as you tighten your fingers against his hair, gasping the second his teeth scrape gently against your pulse point. Each graze of his lips sending electric shocks through your entire body.
Time stands still as he disheveled beneath you, and you breathless above him. Your arms wrap around his neck and he pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue was roaming around your mouth once again, his arms lightly grabbing your waist, his fingertips lingering on your every curve, before lifting up your shirt and tossing it aside.
You continue to slowly rock your hips languidly in his lap, melting into him while wanting to rile him up at the same time. His gorans, echoed into your mouth, and thatâs when you know you have done the right thing.
His chest rising and falling heavily, and it doesn't take long for his head to be tilted back as your hand moves to his chest, fingers tracing the taut muscles of his exposed skin that is no longer covered by his shirt, before moving the material off his shoulders and tossing it somewhere to the floor.
Shawn could feel himself getting all flustered and couldnât take not being in control any longer. So he slowly picked you up and placed you on the bed, so now he can hover over you.
He then moved to hook his fingers under your bra straps and slid them down off your arms before unhooking the clasp, and eventually throwing it somewhere across the floor to join where yours and his shirt was. He took one of your breasts into his mouth. You arched your back to feeling his mouth was giving you. Shawn hummed against you,before giving the other breast the same treatment.
He then moves his mouth to trail kisses lower, and lower down your torso until he can then nudge your knees open with his shoulders. You shutter, feeling your heartbeat picking up and butterflies forming in your stomach as he bites your underwear and gently pulls them down, in no rush to get them off your legs.
Your hips buck slightly at his movement when he begins placing his head in between your thighs. He teased you, placing kisses on your inner thigh as you cried out, âShawn, please.â
Shawn took his time devouring you, worshiping your body, making you lose all sense of coherence as your breaths turned into pants. He just continued moving his lips to your warmth and began messily rubbing and sucking along it. He used his tongue and worked his magic, making you moan out and he was fully taking his time, enjoying how the muffled noises began escaping your lips.
You could feel your hips extend off the bed as a rather loud moan kept making its way out of your mouth, âShawnâŠâ. He knows that youâre getting close and decides he only wants you to come when he is inside you.
You were so close to your peak as he pulled away, the warmth from his mouth leaving your body, making you pout, âDonât worry, baby, Iâm not finished with you yet,â He said with a cheeky grin as you move yourself backwards, elbows supporting your body as you gaze at him. Your eyes gaze over his chest, down to his waist, as his hands fumble over his belt, before unbuttoning his pants, slowly tugging the zipper down and shoving them down his thighs and pulling it out of the way along his boxers too. You instinctively lick your lips, noticing his naked body in full view.
He made his way back to you, who was now fully sprawled out naked on the bed, his hands on either side of your head as he hovered above you. He smirks when you motion for him to come back to the bed.
âReady, baby?â He asks you, and you nod your head.
One of the things you always love and appreciate about Shawn is his desire to take things slow, in no rush. Most of the time, the guy always wants to take things slow with you, the pace would always slow, but still fast enough to feel everything of the other.
He was kissing your neck, while one his hand moves to drag his tip along your opening, and he ever so slowly pushes himself into you. He was taking his time to push himself completely, filling you up, and feeling your walls felt tight around him. He paused for a moment to let you adjust.
âOkay, Shawn. You can move,â you whispered. He kissed your cheek as he began to move. His hips pulled in and out slowly, keeping his rhythm slow. You both let out breathless moans as he kept going in and out.
It didnât take long for your combined moans and groans to echoed in the room, breaking the quiet peace of the night. The feeling of fullness had you close your eyes shut and back arching off the bed, as you gripped his shoulders for support.
You stay where you are for a long moment, familiarising yourself with his pace, enjoying the sensations washing over you, your hips moving against his, matching his pace as a guttural cry continue to escaping your lips.
"Shawn," you moaned out his name as he thrusts even deeper inside you. "I...I"
âUh- Y/N, you feel so- ugh- good!â He growled between moans. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dragged your nails down his back. Shawn then moves his hips into you at a much faster speed.
âOh, god, Shawn!â
Shawn could feel it as he looked at you with your lips parted and head tilted back, it was enough confirmation to make him continue thrusting into you. You soon follow with your own groans and moans again as you feel your peak building itself up even closer, âShawn, Iâm gonna-â You were cut off as a loud âUghâ escaped from your lips.
Shawn understood what you meant and picked up the pace, âLet go, baby,â he says, his voice uneven as he mumbles, his head buried in the crook of your neck. You bucked up your hips as your whole body filled with pleasure. You then continue sloppily meeting your hips with his a little longer, âOh god, Y/N!â just long enough to allow him to reach his own climax before eventually both of you slowing down and he collapses on top of you before rolling to his side of the bed.
Both of you were still breathing heavily as he pulled the blanket up over your two bodies, your legs still intertwined, and you moved closer to him.
There was a moment or two of silence as your fingers traced patterns through his chest, staring at each other and both of you simply enjoying each otherâs company. Your eyes begin to feel a little heavy and youâre about to doze off when, unexpectedly, Shawn props himself up one elbow as he stares at you, his fingers beginning to run down the length of your arm, âI need to tell or rather ask you something.â
âCan it wait until tomorrow morning?â You sleepily say, while nuzzling yourself to his neck, fighting back a yawn.
âIt is serious,â He says, curling up more against your side while trying to capture your full attention at the same time,âAnd maybe a little crazy too.â
âOkay, then.â You grin sleepily as you reach your hand out to caress his hair, âWhat is it about? You know you can tell me anything, right?â
Shawn paused, caressing your arm, though his eyes still chose to be glued to you, admiring your beauty and grace while his mind wondered about how lucky he really was to have you in his life.
âWill you marry me?â
âWhat?!â you instantly jolted awake and looked him straight in the eye.
âI know this came out of nowhere. But I feel like we are ready. I like to think that what we have here is so very precious,â He sighed, taking a deep breath before continuing, âI just donât want to waste any more time. I just know that I want is to spend the rest of my life with you. Yes, I know we are so young, and still have this huge portion of life to figure it out, but I know that all I want is to spend everyday trying to figure it out and navigating through all the chaos that life may bring, with you by my side. I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to come home to you, share every detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours too. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms. God, I want to be the guy holding your hand whenever you need me, I want to have a family with you. I just want to keep loving you, Y/N Y/L/N. I want to spend my forever with you. So what do you say?â
Shawn actually never thought that he would be asking you that right now.
He had always thought maybe one day when he actually popped the question, it would be something big and extravagant, maybe dinner at this romantic and new hyped restaurant that he would book only for the two of you? Or maybe something more simple like taking you to a beach?
He still couldnât believe that he actually just chose today to be the day he was going to be the day he asked you, and he certainly didnât plan to be asking you to be his forever when he was butt ass naked and hadn't even bought a ring.
It had been only three years together, but he knew the time was right. You two were already living together. Both of you are definitely deeply in love with each other at this point.
Although the two of you obviously never talked about marriage.
But regardless of that, he was certain that this was the best spontaneous decision he could ever come up with, this very moment was just what you supposedly would love, right? The time just never felt more right and everything was kept simple, private and yet still intimate and just your prefered definition of perfect.
Your eyes were just searching his face, for some teasing, for a hint of playfulness. But there was none.
âIâŠI.â
âDo you have any thoughts on the answer? Yes? No? maybe?â He shrugged, âYou know theyâre all possible answers.â You could tell he was the slightest bit nervous, his hands couldnât help but start fidgeting, nervously.
âI think Iâll go withâŠâ You placed your finger on your chin in contemplation, âa.. Yes! a hundred thousand times yes!â You beamed at him.
âOh thank goodness,â Shawnâs lips curled into a smile as he lean forward to kissed you.
âDid you think I would say no?â
âWell..yes there was that probability,â He sighed, breaking the kiss, only to shyly cover his face with a pillow.
âShawn, thatâs just ridiculous. Why would I ever say no?â
âI can come up with a few different reasons on why your answer would be a no. For instance, I talk in my sleep, Y/N, which can be considered creepy especially if it happens in the middle of the night.â
âIâve heard your sleep talk maybe about hundred or even one million times, it is creepy yet adorable at the same time. In fact, I have come to terms with it, even if it happens at god knows what time.â
âWhat about that part of me that still to this day, canât cook anything at all without the smoke alarm activating itself.â
âWe can always order takeout and learn how to cook together. Besides, havenât you heard that practice makes perfect, baby?â
It was a bit strange that a few minutes ago he was asking you to marry him but now, the guy seemed like he was feeling insecure and was just bluntly letting you know most if not all the more problematic issues you should be aware of, but have actually accepted after years of being with him. The singer just felt like you should suddenly know all this again before possibly spending the rest of your life with him.
You knew, all this was his due to the buildup of insecure and overthinking self, and frankly you couldnât exactly blame him, you too are wired like that, somehow. But oftentimes, he was the one who always reassured you that the two of you can just figure it out together, so now you know itâs your turn to reassure him too.
âI tend to spend hours upon hours at the studio, I spend the exact time or sometimes longer at rehearsals too, I go to the gym for an hour or two almost every morning, I do meditation sometimes twice in a day, I have a long and boring set of morning and night routines. I donât want to seem like I am neglecting you.â
âThere are twenty four hours in a day, my love.â
âI go on tours for weeks and even months. I canât do that to you, itâs not fair.â
âSo, we donât live under a rock or a caveman point in time where FaceTime calls don't exist, right? Besides I know we will always try to fly back and forth to see each other every chance we get.â
âI will and have the potential to hog over the cereal box, because Iâm just that in love with it.â
âIâll be sure to buy two or three boxes of cereal at the weekly grocery run then.â You smiled.
âI sometimes leave my dirty clothes all over the floor. Dirty shirts, pants and socks could be annoyingly found anywhere.â
âIâll just keep reminding you its proper place every time then. Hell, I will even buy you two or three or even four additional hampers. And if that also means that I have to place them at each corner of every room that is in this condo just to remind you, then so be it.â
âI come in a package deal. Two in the price of one because I have a stubborn yet loveable golden retriever that I consider my own furry son.â
âYou know I love him so much, I would and already shower him with love, affection,and even would gladly spare any amount of time to snuggle with him and love him just like he is my own furry son.â
âIâm naked and Iâm proposing right now, what kind of a man am I?â
âI donât mind it,â You smirked glancing down at the current sight, âYou are still and forever will be the man I fall in love with. I actually really appreciate you didnât do the extravagant things and especially something like that in public, you know I donât want any of that.â
âI donât even have a ring with me.â
âWell, thatâs only like a physical symbol.â You chuckled, âWhere are all these doubts coming from anyway?â You continue saying, while poking his shoulder, âAm I talking to the same guy who just gave me a long speech and proposed to me minutes ago?â
âI just want you to know what youâre getting yourself into.â He finally says, removing the pillow from his face, looking you in the eyes again.
âI think other than saying a thousand times yes, I will marry you and with that being said, I will love you either way too,â You smile at him, rolling on top of him, reaching out to hold his hand to place it on your waist, and as he is about to say anything else, you raise a finger to his lips, âNever have I ever met a guy who talks and over thinks about every aspect of every little thing as much as me,â You press your lips to his and whisper against them, making him shudder, âBut could you just for now please, slow down on the roller coaster of worries? Youâre not getting rid of me that easily, cause I promise you Iâm planning on sticking around for a really long time, Mendes.â
âI will get you that ring one of these days.â He smiled, âBecause selfishly, I want the world to know that you are my girl.â
âHmm, spending my forever with you, huh?â You smile, nodding your head, âI think I like the sound of that.â You finally say before reaching the back of his head to guide his mouth to hover close to yours again, his lips hungrily brushing against yours and it didnât take a long time for both of you to slip into another slow and passionate, lovemaking.
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5 times reader x shawn was just being cute and overall adorable. Please Queen we need something fluff to warm and fill our heart â„ïž
Tour Diary Moments
Shawn Mendes x female reader
Warning: tiny bit of SMUT, fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors
Note: Besides my mental health that is at a bad place, suffering the consequences of consuming dairy, being totally swamped with uni and running around like a chicken to plan a surprise party. I wanna say that this is a little plotless, and bad writing but Thank you so much for requesting anon! Happy reading! Feedback and comments will always be appreciated. Love you all â„ïž
First
You let out a shriek as Shawn grabs you, wrapping his arms around you, and smothers your cheek and neck with kisses. âShawnâŠ.â You say, curling up more against him while pushing away at the same time.
âMy gosh, guys, I'm trying to enjoy my cereal,â Brian mutters, watching the two of you as he enters the kitchen.
âI am too just a person, trying to enjoy his milk.â Connor teases, smiling and opening the fridge. He pulls out the box of milk and brings it over to the table, drinking straight from it as he sits.
Shawn chuckles warmly in your ear, giving it a light kiss before sitting properly and letting you settle on his lap, âWe have an announcement to make.â
You then see both your friends, start looking down on your left hand, âAnd no. Weâre not getting married, well at least not yet.â
âOkay, then are you?â Connor interrupts, pointing at your stomach.
Shawnâs hand around your waist tightens, as you put your hand on his shoulder and take in a deep breath, âAnd no. Weâre not pregnant either.â
âSo..?â Brian questions, one eyebrow raised.
âThe truth is..â You sighed, looking down at Shawn who nods his head, taking it as a sign for him to continue the rest of the talking.
âWe both felt that both of you should know first. I will definitely make a public statement about it but weâve talked about it and agreed that it was best to tell both of you first. I donât want you guys to know about this from my Instagram posts or any gossip tabloid.â Shawn explained.
âWait! Are you guys breaking up?â
âWhat?! No!â You and Shawn both said at the same time.
âWould just please tell us already?â Brian groaned.
âSo, as I was sayingâŠâ Shawn took a deep breath as he got ready for the finale. âI will be going on tour! Worldwide tour, to be exact!â So yeah.. SURPRISE!!!â
Second
âJust hold still!â You giggle,trying to keep your boyfriend in place.
âAlright, Iâll try.â Shawn grinned at you, his jaw covered in shaving cream, and his arm around your waist as he sat in front of you on the closed toilet seat.
It was his first show and so you had insisted on helping him shave which he willingly agreed. You work in focused silence, sliding the razor as slow as you can to make sure you don't make any mistakes. You had sort of prepared yourself by watching a couple of YouTube videos but still you were very nervous.
Shawn cherishes this moment, trying his best to hold back the little smirk that starts to make an appearance on his lips.
âWould you stop doing that?â
âStop what?â
âStop, trying to look cute.â
âOh my god! You think I'm cute.â He said, proudly continuing to display that adorable smirk, âYouuuu say that I look cute. You canât resist me. Na na na.â
âWhat? No!â You shook your head playfully at him and gently tilted his head up, holding the razor lightly as you ran it down his cheek, âYou are just being delusional, Mendes.â
âI donât believe you.â Shawn chuckled, pulling you into his lap and starting peppering kisses on whatever skin he could.
âShawn that tickles!â you laugh wildly.
âWonât,â he says. âStop.â Kiss. âuntil you.â kiss. âAdmit it.â
âN-No Shawn stop! Oh God-â You howled with laughter as his breath continued to tickle your skin. âO-okay Okay,I think you are cute!â
âShe finally admits.â He grinned, setting the razor you have been holding aside before pulling you tighter to him.
Third
Another day, another rehearsal, and another country.
âThank you,â Shawn chuckles, tucking your hair behind your ear, âThank you for being here.â He catches your hand and places a gentle kiss on your wrist.
âAlways, Shawn.â You said grinning widely, while Shawn laughed against your wrist, lips still hovering over your veins.
âI canât wait for tomorrow.â He says, sitting more upright on the stage, so that he can pull you onto his lap. You obliged, straddling him,and allowing your hands to rest on his chest.
Your hair sloppily falls to the sides of your face as you peer down at him. He smiles up at you, causing your insides to turn in all different directions. All it took was that look to make you get the butterflies to flutter your stomach again.
âYouâre gonna do, amazing rockstar.â You say softly, tracing your fingers on his chest. Shawnâs right hand rested on your waist, while his left gently curled a lock of hair between his fingers.
Shawn smiled, gently rubbing along your lower back,âI love you.â
You raise both hands to cup his face, lightly tracing a finger over his cheek. You whisper softly, âI love you too.â Before pulling him into a slow, meaningful kiss. You sigh happily into his mouth as he reciprocates, allowing all of your muscles to relax into him.
His arms wrap around your frame, squeezing you gently as he breaks the kiss to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck.
âSee! Look how adorable they always act.â Connor says, pointing to you and Shawn ,while he talks to Brian, âI want a love like that.â He sighed.
âYeah me too, man.â
Fourth
âWe have ten minutes.â You remind Shawn as he led you inside a closet.
âThat's plenty of time,â Shawn pulls you close, his hand trailing down your back, and gently bites your bottom lip.
He kisses you urgently, lifting you up and pushes you against the wall, pressing his hips to yours. Your hands moved urgently too, unbuttoning his pants as you pulled him closer towards you.
âI need you.â You pushed your hips slightly to meet his, feeling his growing bulge. You purse your lips together to keep in a moan.
Shawn fingers hooked under the hem of your underwear, pulling them down your thighs and past your knees, where they fell to the floor to pool around your ankles.
âI need you too.â Shawn groaned, sliding down his own clothes and bending you over slightly. There wasnât enough room for you to completely bend over.
âSurely thereâs a bigger room for us to use? You know like not a Janitor closet?â You said, while hearing a zipper unzip and clothes being ruffled as he stripped them away.
âThere is but,â Shawn aligned himself, âI kinda like the intimacy.â He then put both hands on your hips as he guided himself inside of you, slowly pushing in as far as he could,âit kinda make the situation more steamy, donât you think?â He chuckles as he was getting ready to go deeper and filling you up. âAhhh⊠youâre right.â Your eyes rolled back at the feeling.
He let out a long sigh of pleasure when he was settled inside you, slowly he started to set a pace, pulling out a little then snapping his hips back in place. You grunted, hips moving forward with the motion.
âFaster!â You demanded, âGo faster!â
âY/N,â he said softly, as he gave you what you wanted. He gave you more. His hips thrust harder into you,âY/N.â he moaned again.
âFuck- Shawnâ you moaned. âIâm gonna-â He growled back.
You feel your entire core heat up, walls tighten, and legs begin to shake as Shawn quickly finishes himself in you. The feeling caused you to climax as well.
âThat was so hot.â Shawn laughed, helping you to your feet before aiding you in putting your underwear on and straightening your skirt.
He then pulled up his underwear and pants, while you cracked the door open just a little more to make sure the coast was clear; nobody was in plain sight. You breathed out a sigh of relief and stepped out of the closet, finally glad to have some space and fresh air. You stretched, looking back at Shawn who was grinning. âTo be continued?â
âDefinitely.â You giggled.
Five
You looked in the mirror of your hotel room, pulling your hair to the side so you could get a better look at your neck. You groaned, throwing your head back.
âSHAWN PETER RAUL MENDES!â you yelled out.
âYup! Iâm coming!â He hurriedly stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped low on his waist.
âLook at your doing,â you pouted, pointing at the rather huge and easily noticeable purple bruise that sat on the side of your neck.
Shawn smirked, chuckling low, âWell you werenât complaining last night.â
âThat is so not the point right now.â You roll your eyes at him.
âY/N, I donât think it looks that bad,â Shawn walked towards you slowly, turning around so you faced him, âNever thought you would look even sexier.â He lifted your chin gently to get a better look at the bruise, rubbing his thumb softly across your skin, âYou look so irresistible.â He leaned down to place a kiss where he left the mark, âYou can wear my scarf, it should cover my love marks.â
"It's summer now and you just told your girlfriend to wear a scarf?â You said as you raised an eyebrow, âunder such hot weather?"
"Mhmm.â
âI hate you.â
âI love you too.â Shawn smiled, leaning down so he could press a kiss to your cheek, âIâm gonna go to rehearsal now, see you there.â
Later after properly getting ready for the day, you stood beside Brian backstage watching the rehearsal unfold.
âWhat kind of person wears a scarf when it's summer?â He asked in a curious voice, surveying your appearance from top to bottom. âAnd is that.. a hickey?â
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About: You fight with him the most, but youâre still Shawnâs favorite employee (assistant x Shawn)
A/N: I write the angst first and the rest is all filler to me LMAO. Iâm sorry, itâs just a race to the sex scenes at this point
Song: Mi Error by Lunay
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The light shining through the hotel windows was blinding, and very annoying considering the night you had. You felt horrible. Maybe it was lack of sleep and dodgy catering at the venue, but you started the day at a four out of ten. As your consciousness was flooding back to you, last nightâs conversation make your stomach turn even more.
âCan I think about it?â
âYouâre in charge of me, Iâm not in charge of you.â
His words rang in your head over and over, the weight of the words unable to escape your ears. You knew what he said, but you were still wondering if he knew what he meant. Saying yes could mean you were out of a job. A job you worked so hard for. A job you loved. The devil on your shoulder didnât forget to remind you that true love only comes once. You rolled over and pushed yourself into the pillow and groaned.
âHey, donât go smothering yourself before Iâve even given you your breakfast,â you heard a voice boom next to you.Â
âFuck!â you jumped and clutched the duvet to your chest when your eyes finally settled on Shawn
âWhat are you doing in herâ how did you even get in here?â He helped up your key card.
âIâm your boss, duh,â he said with a wide grin before putting the card down. âWell actually you left it in my room last night, but same thing.â
âYouâre ââ
âHere with breakfast!â he finished for you. You rolled your eyes with a smile and sat up.
âMight wannaâŠâ he trailed off and nodded towards you. You looked at him puzzled, not understanding what he was referring to until you traced his gaze to your chest. You huffed and pulled the duvet higher. He winked at you and placed the tray over your lap. He settled back into the armchair and immediately pulled out his phone. You started setting up your space to eat when Brian barged in.
âOkay, does everyone have a key to my room!â you asked as both the boys laughed.
âKinda my job,â Brian explained before clapping. âGlad youâre eating. Was worried when I got your text.â
âWhat text?â Shawn asked sitting up. You shot Brian a knowing look, making sure he kept his mouth shut.Â
âNothing,â you responded quickly. Shawn shot you another look you were familiar with, the one that told you he knew you were bullshitting and to just cut it out so you could get on with your day.Â
âBrain?â he asked, not even questioned, because the entire room knew Brian would end up caving.
âGod, I hate being in the middle of you two. Just tell him, (Y/N).â
âItâs nothing,â you attempted to reassure him
âTell me what?â He turned to you, forcing you to hold eye contactÂ
âJesus! Sheâs sick. Thatâs it. She texted me she wasnât feeling well. I told her to take the day off and rest, but she said no, so I came to check on her.â Shawnâs face immediately softened, and he was instantly by your side.Â
âHoney, why didnât you just tell me.â Brian rolled his eyes.
âYou guys are incredible,â he muttered to himself under his breath.
âIâm fine! Iâm going to get ready right now. Please tell the team Iâm sorry for making everyone late.â You tried to push the covers down and get out of bed, but Shawnâs lanky figure was blocking your exit.
âIf you think youâre getting out of bed right now youâre out of your damn mind.âÂ
âShawn, I said Iâm fine. You are not the bââ you stopped mid-sentence upon seeing his smirk.
âYeah thatâs right. I am your boss, and I am ordering you to stay in bed and clear my schedule.You never take a day off and now Iâm forcing you.â
âNo. No you are not taking off today and neither am I,â you fired back, snaking around him to try and get up.
âBrian, you heard me. If (Y/N) wonât cancel it, I trust you will listen and do so.â No matter how bad you felt, the authority dripping from his voice was hot.Â
âIâum,â his uncomfort seeping through, âIâll go make some calls.â With Brian gone, Shawn was free to pull you back into bed, flush against his chest. You struggled against the weight of his arms to free yourself.
âShawn! You canât just do that. I need to work. I want to work; Iâm not dying.â The fire in you was met with Shawnâs soft eyes.Â
âIâŠâ he started, trying to find the right words. âI know you can handle yourself, I promise I know that. But,â he paused, âI also know that you could use someone to think about you first, since you never do, and just for today will you let me be that person? Please?â His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid to let his thoughts seep out any more than they already have. You sighed, unable to keep the fire inside of you going when he was being so sweet already. âShhh, stop thinking and just relax.â His arms wrapped around you, his thumb rubbing little circles into your lower back. He smelled like he always did, the pure cotton soap he always stole from you when he forgot his and his cologne. His curls were brushing against your forehead as his whispered unfinished song lyrics into your temples. Somewhere between track three and nine, you felt yourself drifting.Â
âLove, love can you hear me. Wake up for me (Y/N).â You hear Shawns voice wafting through your ears. You werenât sure if you were dreaming or not until you felt soft strokes to your hair âCâmon, angel. Please?â You squeezed your eyes shut, realizing he wasnât going away. âNow I know youâre awake. Câmon, (Y/N), gotta eat.â Your eyes fluttered open only to glare at him.Â
âNo,â you huffed and turned away from him. His grin was so big, he couldnât contain himself.
âOne, youâre adorable when you first wake up, and two youâre adorable when you think you have a choice. Open up.â he said, holding a spoonful of room service soup that he was trying hard not to spill.Â
âAlready said. Donât wanna.â You knew you were grumbling like a child, but you were an adult, and if you wanted to use your forced day off mopping about in bed, then so be it. Shawn sighed, wondering why he thought you would give up being stubborn, especially when you were sick.
âHalf the bowl and some orange juice, and you need to take whatever medicine Brian brought up for you.â The soothing rub to your lower back was making you drift further back into sleep.Â
âSh-â
âHey, love.â He leaned down to whisper in your ear, continuing his hands ghosting over your back. His voice was gentle and sweet, the perfect combination to make you want to fall asleep next to him night after night. âIâm not asking, Iâm telling. Iâm going to help you sit up and youâre going to drink this soup and take this nasty ass medicine with orange juice, then Iâm going to sing you back to sleep.â You never knew someone could threaten you so sweetly. You huffed and sat up, pouting at him unknowingly. You could see the corners of his mouth fighting not to turn up into a smile.Â
You had a routine going: slurp, sip, sweet nothings. Shawnâs encouragement and praise under his breath with action made you forget that your boss took the day off to hand-feeding you soup in your death bed. Almost.
âS-shawn,â you cleared your throat, grimacing at the sudden pain. âUs, thisââ He immediately cut you off.
âWeâll talk about that later. Right now, you need to focus on getting better because without you my world would fall apart.â You quickly glanced at him and he tried to cover his blush with a cough, though the two were completely unrelated. âI mean like tour and promo and stuff, you are the best at it.â A soft smirk graced your lips, and he shook his head. âOkay you need your rest, goodnight,â he declared, wrapping the duvet tightly around you and moving your body into his side. âSo where was I,â he thought aloud. âNew song, my favorite,â he remembered and starting humming a song completely foreign to you.
âThank you,â you whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting you drift off for the second time. Shawn occupied the time replying to fans and watching videos on his phone. He couldnât find a reason in the world to leave you until Brianâs face popped up on his phone, ruining the past fifteen minutes of him watching you sleep.
âI said clear my schedule.â
âI realize that, Shawn, but you didnât give me much time. I got you out of everything but this. Itâs one interview. Iâm sure sheâll still be sleeping by the time you come back. Since you fucking drugged her.â He muttered that last part under his breath.Â
âI did not!,â Shawn lowered his voice to a whisper when he felt you stirring in his arms. âI simply slipped some cold medicine in her orange juice. I was helping!â he added when Brian gave him a pointed look.Â
âWhatever this is,â he said nodding towards their entangled bodies, âis none of my business, I just need you out in 15.â And with that, the call ended. Shawn sighed and looked down to your sleeping figure again.Â
âBe back soon, angel.â
â
You werenât sure when you woke up exactly, or how you fell asleep, but you realized the warmth you were growing used to was missing. You stirred, looking for him but quickly came to notice he was nowhere to be found. You huffed and rolled over to his side of the bed and snuggled into the duvet while fishing around for your phone. You initially shield your eyes from the brightness of the screen, but once you actually see your phone, you wish you hadnât opened it in the first place. The entire team had notifications about Shawn up on their phones, so if something broke you all would be the first to catch it. Everyone had different news outlets so you could cover the most ground, and you desperately wished you didnât pick Insider on day one.Â
INSIDER NEWS ABOUT SHAWNâS MUSE? WE HAVE THE STORY
You read the title as soon as he walked into the room, a bright smile plastered across his face. Your eyes were hard when they met his, causing the smile he once held to disappear.Â
âYouâre awake. Whatâs wrong? Are you ok? Did something happen while I was gone?â you could see the wheels turning in his head trying to diagnose you before you even responded.Â
âOh, Iâm fine. What about you? Whereâd you go?â your tone laced in sarcasm.
âGlad youâre feeling well enough to pick a fight with me,â he muttered under his breath, âjust tell me what the problem is so I can fix it, please,â he asked. He was getting tired of going back and forth. If he did something wrong he wished he at least knew so he could begin groveling and begging for your forgiveness.Â
âNot picking a fight. Just asking a question.â You knew you were being unfair but after falling asleep in his arms, him taking care of you, you knew you needed to have The talk before things got any more out of hand.Â
âWhat is wrong. Please just give me a hint. I never know what the problem is with you anymore.â He muttered that last part under his breath, but not quiet enough.
âOh, you want a list?â you said, hand on your hip, not backing down. You thought if you just wore him out enough he would let it go, and you could just brush up on your acting skills. Should you be mad at him for canceling his entire day to be with you and only going in to work to do one interview? No. But seeing the headline pop up on your phone screen just opened the floodgates of all the insecurities you had about this very, very complicated relationship.
âYes,â he said leaning back on the desk chair with his arms folded over his chest. Stop staring at his biceps, (Y/N). Focus.Â
âYou want an actual list?â you scoffed in disbelief. He nodded.
âYup.â He opened his legs and patted his lap. âCome tell daddy whatâs wrong.â You laughed, not loud, but it was enough. The sound of your laugh radiating around him. It made him feel warm, feel good that he can make you laugh like that after all this time. He just wanted to get the cloud of tension out of the room. âOkay, probably shouldnât have said that, but I do really wanna know whatâs been going on.â You raised an eyebrow, and his inviting smile had you moving before you even realized. You stopped at your work bag and pulled out a legal pad. âJesus, you legal padded me?â he said, looking at you wide-eyed before sinking back into his chair, a cocky smirk lacing his lips. âYou got it bad huh?â You rolled your eyes and threw it at his chest.
âYou want a list? There you go.â He eyed you before sitting up, hands open when you dropped the pad on his lap. You looked between you and the note before grazing at the list.Â
âHell yeah, I am. What theâNO! Câmon, you canât be fucking serious with this?â
âYou ask and you shall receive,â you said, pushing yourself up to sit straight against the bedâs headboard. He cleared his throat before starting the list.Â
âRockstar, donât know how thatâs a bad thing by the way. Number two extremely annoying,â he read with an eye roll. âYou love it and you know itâŠCamilla?â he questioned rolling his eyes. He ripped the page out of your pad, balled it up, and threw it. âFucking bullshit,â he said grumbling to himself. There he went again, pushing every single one of your fucking buttons.
âOh, so you ask me why Iâm mad, and I lay it out for you and you call it bullshit? Fuck you. Iâm going to bed.âÂ
âBULLSHIT,â he says loudly, leaving no place for you to run from the sound of his voice. âWhat the fuck does Camilla have to do with this?â His voice was dripping disgust as he spoke her name. You laughed, and for the first time did he think it sounded ugly, bitterness fortified with every chuckle.
âOf course you donât remember where this all started because thatâs not your job. Itâs mine.â
âSo this is about the boss thing!â He was desperate to connect the dots to a picture that wasnât making sense to him.
âNo, Shawn! Yes, but Camilla is part of this.â He groaned leaning back in his chair.
âCan you stop saying her name pleaââ
âWhy!â you erupted, leaving your place on the bed to get in his face. âDonât like me bringing up your fucking girlfriend?â He leaped up at that, staring you in the eyes, noses almost touching before he turned away from you, your intense stare making him feel like he did something wrong. He swung back around, feeding off your anger to fuel his.Â
âYou of all people know it was PR!â Spittle was flying, and you would call him gross if you werenât so mad.
âIt was PR. It was, âhow many hours do I have to be at my PR stunt tonightâ,â you said, mocking his voice in a way he used to find cute, but now just felt like daggers, âit was âisnât talking to my fake girlfriend part of your job?â. It was all that until you were with her 24/7 without me planning anything. That was on you.â
âOh my god, oh my god YOU TOLD ME,â he began to yell and you stepped back from him. He sighed and turned his head, holding the bridge of his nose, trying to force himself to calm down. âYouâre the one who told me no one was buying it. Youâre the one who told me to be nice. Youâre the one who told me to try harder. So I did, and now Iâm in trouble for it?â Technically, he was right. You did say all those things, but as a part of your job, you had to. He never asked you what you, (Y/N), the one who was enamored by him, the real him, thought. âThis isnât really about her is it?â
âOh wow, fuck me for having feelings. Iâm sorry, wonât happen again.â
âStop it. Stop it right fucking now,â he warned in a tone you never heard often, forcing you to look up at him. âStop pushing me away when Iâm trying to work this out. Iâm trying to figure out whatâs actually bothering you because, hate to break it to you, honey, I know you. I know this is what you do with everything. Every. Fucking. Thing. You run because you donât want to deal with things or you think theyâll change if you ignore it, but itâs not happening with me.â He sighed and threw his head in his hands, holding back cries that were waiting to rack through his chest. âThought with me, itâd be different but,â he gave up on speaking, not wanting to finish the thought.Â
You didnât say anything because you had no idea what to say next. Silence fell over the room, and neither of you liked it. Yelling and screaming at least meant you cared, meant you werenât ready to give up, but now, no one had anything to say, so it was just silent.Â
âThatâs just it Shawn! Itâs not one thing. Itâs a million little things weâve never talked about and now here we are. He sat down on the bed, hands folded in his lap.
âSo talk.â You were fuming. If it were so simple, why did he think you were doing all this.Â
âItâs not that easy, Shaw. We,â you said motioning in between you two, âare not that easy.â
âWe could be if you just told me why the hell youâre bringing up Camilla now?â You turned away from him and rolled your eyes, angrily.
âSo weâre going to pretend you didnât say that every fucking song youâve written has been about her. Are you fucking joking?â You didnât realize how much that bothered you until you heard the tone of your own voice.Â
âPeople werenât talking about us anymore!â he pleaded with you, he grabbed your hand and tried to will you to look at him before you snatched your hands from him, âthey were talking about us breaking up and my album isnât even out. What was I supposed to do?â
âOh, I donât know, talk to me? Like you always did before any business decisions but thatâs the point. That wasnât business. That was your feelings, and I canât blame you for that because thatâs not my job. My job,â you paused to glare at him, âmy place is clearly as your assistant and your assistant alone.â
âCan you stop fucking lying? Is that possible for you?âÂ
âYou cannot talk to me like that,â you growled.
âAs your boss, yes I can.â you scoffed and turned away from, fuming facing the door. âBut as the guy who is just begging you to let me in,â he said, his voice strained from holding so much emotion, âplease, just talk to me.â You bit your lip and turned to face him, but couldnât bring yourself to keep eye contact. âHoney,â he trailed off. He watched your body tense up.
âDonât.â He threw his hands up in the air.Â
âDonât what? Iâve called you that so many fucking times before, why is it a problem now? What the fuck is wrong with you! I thought we were getting better.â At this point, it sounded like he was begging you to agree with him, give him something to let him know everything wasnât in his head.
âWe havenât talked! Things havenât changed.â He cut you off immediately.
âBecause you havenât talked to me! I put everything in your hands, our future, our everything, and you never said anything about it.â His chest was heaving as if he had just gone for his morning run.
âYou canât put this all on me,â you argued, glaring at him, mad at him for no reason other than being right.Â
âOh, but I can. I told you how I feel, but you? I have no idea whatâs going through your head and itâs driving me mad.â he said pulling at his hair. âOne minute youâre yelling at me about some HR policy that weâve both never heard of because it doesnât apply to us, the next youâre letting me hold you in my arms and you canât just give me a taste of that and take it away.â His eyes are swimming with so many things you canât even place. âMake up your mind, because this fucking hurts,â he muttered shaking his head before grabbing his jacket off the bed and leaving you alone in your thoughts. Again.Â
Summary: in preparation for christmas eve dinner with shawnâs family, y/n makes her famous christmas cookies. when shawn offers to help it leads to a mix of ingredients y/n wasnât quite expecting and a night full of memories
Warnings: swearing
Masterlist | Talk To Me/Ask Me Something
A/N: hi everyone! i wanted to write this story in honor of @watchmegetobsessed âs #fanficmas2021! iâll be using the prompt âwhen i said i want a white christmas, this wasnât what i had in mind.â i read that prompt and immediately thought of this idea so i hope you all like it as much as i do and it gets you into a festive holiday spirit! the execution of the plot and ending probably couldâve been better, but iâm still proud of it and think itâs sickeningly cute. finally, merry christmas eve, i hope you all have a wonderful holiday (if you celebrate), and that itâs full of so much love and happiness <3. enjoy the story and lmk what you think! :)
The smell of holiday candles wafted through the air as you made your way through the living room. What was it; cinnamon? Nutmeg? Some sort of spice only found in candles during the holidays? Whatever it is, itâs wonderful and making the condo feel and smell warm and cozy.
Shawn always went a little overboard with the candles he placed around the condo, but you loved it, loved the way it made him so happy and relaxed. Considering all he goes through, you figure the least this man deserves is a space where he feels safe and at ease. Even if that does mean spending fifteen minutes trying to light a bunch of Christmas candles.
As you put away the lighter you had been using, Shawn walks out from the bedroom and makes his way into the kitchen with you. You smile at the sight of him; red sweater, jeans, fluffy hair, and eyes sparkling from the city lights outside mixed with the holiday ones strung up around your home. A perfect sight you could say.
âHey, baby, howâs it going?â Shawn asks as he makes his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
âGood, I just finished lighting the fifty candles you have out,â you tease. Shawn groans and nuzzles his nose into the top of your head.
âWhatever, you know you love them,â he hums. âThey make all the decorations come together. Itâs one thing to see the holiday spirit, but itâs another to smell it in the air as well.â
âIâm going to have to agree with you on that one, Mendes,â you reply.
Turning slightly in Shawnâs arms, you gaze around the condo, taking in the sight of everything. It all looks so beautiful, and Shawn isnât wrong about the candles helping to really tie everything in. It really feels like being in a winter wonderland when you step inside the front door.
You and Shawn had decided to go all out this year. After everything that happened last year with the height of the pandemic and not being able to have the Christmas you all hoped for, you decided this year youâd do everything you could to make it as best as possible. Shawnâs family was coming over for Christmas Eve dinner and the both of you couldnât be more excited. Family gatherings were far and few between with all the constant restrictions and fears of getting sick, so being able to finally spend this time together is really all you could ask for.
Shawnâs family would be here soon, so youâre just making all the finishing touches. You and Shawn had somehow put together a wonderful meal, all your favorites and then some. It was a miracle considering when you and Shawn are together in the kitchen, thereâs always some sort of disaster. The two of you have too much fun and constantly lose track of time, leading to burnt dishes or forgotten ingredients. It truly is a Christmas miracle the food made itâs way from the kitchen to the dining area without a hitch.
âIs there anything left to do?â Shawn questions, unwrapping his arms from around you.
âJust one more thing,â you reply before opening up a few cabinets. âThe Christmas cookies!â
âOoo thatâs right! Your famous Christmas cookies,â he chuckles as he watches you get all the ingredients you need.
âI donât know if I would count the recipe I found online and have used the past four years as famous, but okay,â you giggle, setting out measuring cups and mixing bowls.
âAccording to Aaliyah they are. I swear sheâs brought them up more times than I can count this past week,â Shawn says, shaking his head. âSheâs so excited for them considering she wasnât able to get some last year.â
âWell iâll have to make her extra to take home. I couldnât possibly let my favorite girl go without them any longer, now could I?â Shawn rolls his eyes while you laugh. The bond you and Aaliyah have is special, and youâre grateful to be able to connect with Shawnâs family so well.
âI guess not,â Shawn replies. He looks around at everything youâve placed on the kitchen island and he reaches out to pick up a few of the cookie cutters you set out. âDo you want some help making them?â
You turn around and face Shawn, staring at him curiously.
âYou wanna help me make the cookies?â
âYeah! Youâve always made them on your own and I think itâd be fun if we did it together this time. I wanna continue to make as many memories with you as possible,â Shawn smiles fondly at you and you canât help the fluttering of your heart as you take in his statement. He really is the sweetest guy in the world.
âOf course you can help me, love. Thank you for offering,â you say as you make your way over to Shawn and plant a small kiss on his cheek.
Taking his hand, you lead Shawn over to the other side of the kitchen island where all the materials are laid out. Shawn picks up some of the measuring cups and turns to face you.
"Where do I start?" He questions. You smile and push a couple of different ingredients towards Shawn, thinking of the perfect job for him.
"Since I make the cookies from scratch, how about I read off the recipe and you help me measure out the different ingredients," you say. Shawn nods his head and begins to open up the bags of flour and sugar.
"Alright, sounds good. Let's do this!" he exclaims.
Watching as Shawn starts to separate all of the measuring cups, ready and waiting for your instructions, you scoot a little closer to him.
"Hey if you do good I might even let you lick the spoon when we're done with it," you tease, nibbling on your bottom lip to try and stifle your laugh.
"Hmm, sounds intriguing," Shawn hums, tilting his head so his lips graze against your ear. "But I think I'd like something a little sweeter."
As you feel your cheeks heat up, Shawn moves his head away from your ear and brings his lips down onto yours. Even though Shawn made you flustered, you're able to revel in the taste of him, kissing back immediately.
After a minute Shawn pulls back and your eyes flutter open, youâre left feeling like youâre floating. No matter how many times it happens, every kiss with Shawn still feels like your first in the best way possible.
âSo, shall we?â The tiniest of smirks pulls at the corner of Shawnâs lips as he tilts his head towards you, finding humor in the fact he can still sweep you off your feet.
âAbsolutely,â you reply, shaking out of you lovesick trance. God this man has such a hold on you. You love him nonetheless.
Rummaging through the pile of ingredients, you find the recipe and begin baking with your boyfriend, ready to make more of those Christmas memories with him.
*****
âBaby itâs cold outside!â You and Shawn finish off the song as best you can, your harmonies not quite matching up together, but itâs perfect to you both anyways.
Shawn suggested turning on the music about halfway through the cookie preparation, after you both had really started getting into things. You thought that was a great idea and youâve been singing different holiday songs ever since. Your favorite had been the one just before Baby Itâs Cold Outside, it was All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey. You and Shawn had been trying to hit the high notes but every time you would both start laughing while you danced around the kitchen. It was a sight to see (and hear), youâre sure.
Now, youâre deciding on all the cookie cutter shapes you want to use. There is so many to choose from and you typically only used a few of them each year, but you figured youâd use way more this year considering you didnât get to make hardly any last year since it was just you and Shawn. Youâve already decided on using the tree, reindeer, santa, snowflake, and snowman ones, you just wanted one more.
âY/N, look,â Shawn says, reaching his hand out and picking up a cookie cutter from the pile. âLetâs do the gingerbread one, that way when we decorate them we can make them look like us.â
You laugh and nod your head in response, youâd love to see how that turns out.
âOkay, I love that idea. Letâs do it!â
Shawn places the gingerbread shape with the rest of your choices, taking the unused ones and putting them away so you both have more room to work.
You grab some flour from the bag you set out earlier, and begin to lightly dust the dough with it. Itâs the worst to have the dough get stuck to the counter because then you wonât be able to pick it up and put it on the tray without it breaking.
After spreading some flour on the counter as well, you lay out the dough and grab the rolling pin. You hold the pin in your hands as you take a second to look from the dough, to shawn, and then back again.
âHere, Mr. Muscles,â you say as you hold out the rolling pin to your boyfriend. âNow that youâre helping me, you can have the absolute honor of rolling out the dough.â
Itâs not that you canât roll out the dough on your own, youâve been doing it just fine these last few years, but having Shawn do it just sounds so much better.
âOh thanks so much, baby, Iâm so grateful to be doing this,â Shawn replies sarcastically as he grabs the tool from your hands.
You giggle at Shawnâs response and shake your head. Shawn begins to roll out the dough and you lean on the counter as you watch him perform the task. All heâs doing is rolling out cookie dough but wow, you think, is this man dreamy.
*****
âY/N, you canât tell me this doesnât look just like you!â Shawn laughs as he holds out the gingerbread cookie to you. âYou guys are practically twins.â
âPlease, I donât look like that even on my worst day!â You laugh and roll your eyes at Shawnâs poor attempt to make the gingerbread look like you.
âOh okay, because yours looks so much like me,â Shawn retorts, pointing at the cookie you are currently trying to make look like him as best as possible.
âHey! Mine looks so good, I even drew on your tattoos!â You smile looking down at cookie Shawn, content with the cute designs you drew on itâs arms with the black icing.
âBabe, I know it canât be just me that thinkâs the guitar tattoo looks a littleâŠodd,â Shawn holds back his laugh while staring at the icing tattoo, feeling grateful his actual tattoo doesnât look like that.
âItâs not my fault the cookie arms are so short and small!â You reply, feeling your cheeks heat up, knowing exactly what Shawnâs getting at. âI only had so much room to work with.â
Shawn giggles and moves closer to you, planting a kiss on the side of your head.
âItâs okay, I think they look great and I love them both,â he says as you look up at him. You give Shawn a small smile as you nod your head in agreeance.
âAnd I love you,â you whisper, staring up at the man youâve been so grateful to be with these past few years. Heâs everything and more you could ask for and no matter what you wouldnât trade this relationship for the world.
âI love you so much more, my love,â Shawn grins.
âIf you say so.â
Shawn leans in and connects his lips with yours, the taste of sugar still on his lips from when you let him lick the spoon earlier. The memory of it makes you smile into the kiss.
You both pull back and stare at each other fondly for a second before returning to the cookies in front of you. Teasing aside, they all do look really good and the both of you are happy with how they all turned out. The only cookies left to be put on the plate are the two gingerbread versions of you and Shawn, you had left decorating those for last.
Each of you grab the gingerbread you had been decorating and set them lightly on the plate, not wanting to risk breaking one. Stepping back, you lightly squeal with excitement, completely happy with how the cookies turned out. The fact you and Shawn made them together makes it even better.
âWell, iâd say weâre finished! Thank you for helping me, iâm proud of us,â you say to Shawn, looking over everything youâve accomplished tonight; dinner and desert.
âYouâre welcome, baby. Iâm proud of us too,â Shawn agrees.
âLetâs clean everything up and by the time weâre done your parents and sister should be here.â Shawn hums in agreement before taking some of the utensils used and putting them in the sink. You start to close up different bags of ingredients and throw away the extra stuff you didnât use but arenât able to keep.
While pushing the plate of cookies forward so you can have room to wipe off the counter, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn towards Shawn and look at him questioningly, not sure what he needs.
âYou have some flour on your face,â he says, causing you to instantly use your shoulder to try and wipe it off.
âWhere is it?â You ask, seeing as the powder didnât appear on your top after rubbing your cheek on it.
âRight here.â Before you can process whatâs happening, Shawn reaches forward and smears flour on the side of your face. Your mouth hangs open in shock as you take a step back and watch as powder particles drift from your face onto the kitchen floor.
âYou did not just do that!â You exclaim as you use the back of your hand to try and wipe off some of the flour. Shawnâs laugh fills your ears and you canât help but want to laugh as well, but stand your ground as you walk closer to him. âYou think thatâs funny, huh?â
âMhm,â Shawn smirks as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.
âOh okay. Well so is this.â You quickly reach to your side and scoop up the flour thatâs still laying on the counter, and then throw it in Shawnâs face. His eyes immediately flutter close and his nose scrunches up, causing you to burst out laughing at the sight.
âYouâre gonna pay for that, Y/L/N,â Shawn grumbles as he reaches for the bag of flour. The bag tips over and a puff of white goes up into the air, some of the flour spilling out onto the counter. Shawn grabs a handful of it before starting to throw it at you in tiny pinches. It doesnât hurt, but you can still feel the powdery substance against your skin, causing you to shriek and giggle at the feeling.
Swiftly grabbing your own handful of flour, you start to return fire on Shawn. You watch as the curls atop his head bounce from side to side as he tries to dodge your throws, and how his smile is visible even through the clouds of kitchen ingredients being thrown about.
The only sounds heard throughout the condo are laughs, shrieks, and holiday music still playing in the background. Somehow, theyâre sounds you never want to forget about. Sounds filled with love and happiness, even if youâre currently throwing flour at your boyfriend.
You start to run low on ammo so you try to reach for the bag of flour but Shawn comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, dragging you back and away from the bag. You try to wiggle out of his arms, but fail as you canât stop laughing and Shawnâs strong grip doesnât seem to let up.
âNo more! Please! Truce, truce! Iâm sorry, I surrender!â Shawn begs. He shakes his head to try and get some of the flour off and takes a big breath in before wincing. âI think i got some in my nose.â
The both of you laugh and Shawn releases you from his grasp, allowing you space to take everything in. You take a second to look over the kitchen and your laughing quickly fades to nothing. The counters and floors are completely covered in flour, everything now having a layer of white powder over it.
This is exactly why you and Shawn can never be trusted in the kitchen together. It looks as if a snowstorm happened inside your kitchen.
âShawn,â it comes out as almost a whisper, the disbelief evident in your voice. âWhen I said âI want a white Christmas,â this wasnât what I had in mind.â
You think back to a few days ago when you and Shawn had been talking about Christmas wishes. You hoped it would snow all night Christmas Eve so youâd wake up to a perfect white Christmas. Needless to say this isnât the kind you were hoping for.
Shawn letâs out a breathy laugh, not believing the fact you guys made such a mess in so little time. This isnât going to be fun to clean up, and itâs definitely going to take a whileâŠ
A gasp escapes Shawnâs lips followed by an âoh shit!â
Your head whips towards him and you can see the anxiety begin to consume him.
âMy parents and sister are gonna be here any minute!â The color drains from your face as the realization hits you as well. How could it slip your mind!? Itâs the whole reason you and Shawn were even baking in the first place!
âIâll go get the vacuum, you start to clean the counters!â You rush out of the kitchen before Shawn even gets a chance to respond. Youâre down the hall and back within seconds and you immediately start to rid the floor of flour with the vacuum as Shawn wipes furiously at the counters.
Sneaking a glance at Shawn as you move back and forth with the vacuum, you notice how his head and chest are almost completely covered in flour. You donât even want to think about what you must look like right now.
Shawn moves side to side from the sink to the kitchen island, trying not to trip over the vacuum as you frantically move back and forth, cleaning up as much of the flour off the floor as possible. You canât believe you let that whole flour fight go so far, sure it was fun but definitely not something you should have done before expecting company. Itâs surely something youâre going to look back on both fondly and stressfully.
A loud buzzer rings out around the condo and you and Shawn stop dead in your tracks at the sound of it.
âTheyâre here!â You squeak, immediately stopping the vacuum. It isnât perfect but itâll do. At least the floor doesnât look like itâs completely covered in snow anymore.
âItâs okay, iâll go push the button to let them into the building and then finish up here. Itâll take them a few minutes to get up here anyways. You go clean up.â You nod your head and hastily go and put away the vacuum before running back to your shared bedroom.
As you stand in the bathroom you canât help but gasp at your reflection in the mirror. The flour war may not have lasted long, but it was long enough to leave you looking like a complete mess.
Flour particles cover your top and white streaks run across each side of your face. Instead of wasting time trying to wipe off the flour on your clothes, you change tops immediately. You run a brush through your hair and use wipes to get rid of the flour on your face. Somehow, it doesnât look awful and your satisfied with the new look. Itâll have to do because itâs not like you have time to do anything else anyways.
Rushing back to the kitchen, you notice Shawn wiping at the plate of cookies and your heart instantly sinks.
âWhatâs wrong? Are the cookies ruined?â Shawn looks up at you and shakes his head, tossing the rag he was using to the side.
âNo, theyâre find. There was just some flour on the plate but I got it off, no worries.â You let out a sigh of relief and make your way towards Shawn. You reach out to hug him but step back immediately, realizing heâs still completely covered in flour.
âShawn! You still have flour all over you!â Shawnâs eyes go wide and he looks down at his sweater and reaches his hand up to touch his face. He was so focused on cleaning he didnât realize he still had to clean himself up too!
A round of knocks is heard and yours and Shawnâs heads both turn towards the door. You begin to walk towards it slowly, stopping for a second to look back at your boyfriend.
âGo clean up, itâs fine iâll just tell them youâre in the bathroom or something.â Shawn nods his head and is gone in an instant. It wouldnât be the end of the world if Shawnâs family knew what happened, but itâs not like you want them coming in to see the kitchen in complete shambles and you and Shawn looking like you rolled around in white powder. Not a good look after not being able to see them for so long.
Grasping the handle on the door, you look back towards the bedroom, hoping Shawn will be out here soon. You know how much this means to him and his family, you donât want him to miss a second of it if he doesnât have to.
You open the door and a smile is instantly plastered onto your face at the sight of the family in front of you. Although youâd been able to visit Shawnâs family here and there, it wasnât the same like it used to be. With the restrictions, quarantines, and conflicting schedules it made it seem like all of you hadnât been able to spend any time together at all. This time with them, being able to just sit down and enjoy each otherâs company, means the world.
âY/N!â Karen exclaims as she wraps you in her arms. âItâs so good to see you, love.â The happy tears spring to your eyes before youâre even able to process everything, but youâre able to hold them back as you embrace Shawnâs mom.
âItâs so good to see you guys as well! I missed you all so much,â you say, taking a step back so they can all come inside. Karen moves to the side a bit so Manny can step in and greet you.
âWe missed you too, it feels like itâs been so long,â Manny sighs as he hugs you and rubs a comforting hand up and down your back. âItâs so great to be able to celebrate together, all five of us!â
You smile and nod your head in agreement, turning to greet the last Mendes.
âAnd of course I canât forget about my favorite girl!â Aaliyah squeals and jumps into your arms, causing the both of you to laugh and stumble back from the door.
âI missed you, Y/N! Iâm so excited to see you! Youâve gotta fill me in on everything!â Aaliyah leans in closer to you, pretending to whisper and look suspicious. âIncluding any embarrassing things my brother has done.â
The both of you burst out laughing again, even Karen and Manny join in. You shake your head at the girl, not surprised at all by her request.
âSpeaking of your brother, where is that son of mine?â Karen questions as you all start to make your way around the corner and into the dining room.
âOh heâs-â
âIâm right here, Mom,â Shawn says, saving you from having to make up an excuse. You look up and see Shawn leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed, and looking perfect as ever. Youâll truly never understand how guys get ready so fast.
Shawnâs family make their way over to him and they all greet and embrace him. You smile at the sight, feeling so grateful you get to know such a loving family.
Karen, Manny, and Aaliyah all make their way to the living room, setting down their things and putting presents under the tree. You move towards Shawn, wrapping your arms around him from the side.
âYou clean up nice, Mendes,â you tease, taking a look at not only Shawn himself, but also at the kitchen. It looks like the flour fight never even happened. Thereâs a spot here and there but itâs normal for having cooked and baked all day. Everything turned out wonderful, at least you hope it did.
âWhat can I say? I do my best,â Shawn replies, smirking down at you. You roll your eyes and pat his chest before moving back from him.
âSure you do, baby.â The both of you chuckle before Shawn reaches out and grabs your hand. âLetâs go have a nice time with your family.â
You begin to lead Shawn towards the dining table, but the soft pull of your hand makes you stop and turn back towards him.
âOur family,â he says as he stares at you fondly. Those same tears from earlier seem to make their way back to you, leaving your eyes brimmed with them as they threaten to spill over.
âOur family,â you whisper in return, your heart feeling full at the fact Shawn and his family consider you part of theirs. They truly are some of the kindest people you have ever had the pleasure of meeting.
âCâmon, letâs eat,â Shawn says before taking the lead and pulling you towards the dining table. Shawnâs parents and sister join you and soon youâre all sitting down, ready to dive into all the delicious food.
*****
Dinner went wonderfully. It consisted of good food, laughs, stories, and a whole lot of off-key singing as the holiday music continued on in the background. Shawn helped you clear everyoneâs plates and store the leftover food, so now youâre all sitting at the table having drinks and enjoying each otherâs company before you eventually head to the living room.
Every person at the table can be seen with a smile on their face, each of you enjoying your time to the fullest. Even as the chatter begins to die down, everyone feeling full after eating, there continues to be a quick remark here and there, someone remembering a story they wanted to share or a joke they wanted to tell. Every topic and remembrance of something else to share is welcomed, no one wanting to give up this special time just yet.
After a few more minutes of letting everyoneâs food settle, you excuse yourself and make you way to the kitchen. You reach over the counter and grab the large plate of cookies you and Shawn had made, excited to share them with everyone.
âAre those what I think they are?â Aaliyah asks as she watches you walk back over to the table. You nod your head as you set the plate down in the middle of the table.
âHomemade Christmas cookies, brought to you by some recipe I found a long time ago, me, and surprisingly; Shawn.â You glance at Shawn and smile when you catch his eye, still loving the fact he helped you make them and that it ended in a war in the kitchen.
âOh god, Shawn helped?â Aaliyah grimaces as she picks up one of the cookies shaped as a Christmas tree. âSuddenly I donât want a cookie.â
âHey! Iâm a good baker! You havenât even tried them yet,â Shawn slumps in his chair and you canât help but giggle at him. Aaliyah just rolls her eyes jokingly before examining the cookie further.
âDid you guys put powdered sugar on them?â Aaliyah asks as she takes a bite out of the cookie.
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, knowing for a fact you didnât. Thereâs frosting on the cookies, the kind that dries solid, so thatâs plenty sugar as it is. You reach over and grab one of the other cookies to see what sheâs talking about and you nearly gasp at what you find.
âShawn!â You whisper as you hold the cookie out in front of him. You look over and see Aaliyahâs talking to Manny and Karen, all of them oblivious to what youâre saying to Shawn. âThereâs flour on the cookies! I thought you said they were fine when you were cleaning?â
Shawn takes the cookie from your hand and groans when he notices the white specks across it.
âSorry! I thought they were. I only noticed the flour on the plate, I didnât realize some of it got on the actual cookies.â Shawn leans forward and grabs the plate, wanting to see if all of the cookies are like that.
âLook, itâs just the few that were exposed on top.â He grabs one of the clean napkins and begins to brush off the specks of flour on top of each affected cookie. âSee? All good.â
Shawn places the plate back in the middle of the table and smiles as his mom and dad each take one. He grabs the two gingerbread versions of the both of you and hands the one you made of him to you, while he keeps the one he made of you.
âSo, baby sis, how do you like the cookies?â Shawn smirks as he awaits Aaliyahâs reply, so sure sheâs going to think theyâre wonderful and take back her remark about Shawn probably ruining them.
âEh, theyâre okay and thatâs only because Y/N took part in making them, if it was just you theyâd be awful,â Aaliyah laughs and you join in as you watch Shawn pout and slump in his chair yet again. âReally though they are good, I feel like I can taste some flour thoughâŠâ
You shake your head and narrow your eyes at Shawn. âYou can thank your brother for that one. Letâs just say we had a little mishap with the flour in the process of finishing the cookies.â
âWhy am I not surprised?â Aaliyah tilts her head as she looks at the both of you and everyone starts laughing, Shawnâs cheeks turning a rosy color in the midst of it.
Aaliyah, Karen, and Manny get up and head to the living room, ready to wind down and exchange gifts. You go to join them but Shawn quickly reaches for your arm before you can get far.
âWait, we have to take a bite out of cookie us,â he says, picking up the version of you he made. You laugh at his way of putting it but nod your head in agreement. After all the drama in the kitchen earlier, the least you can do is try one of the cookies that started it all.
You take a bite out of cookie Shawnâs arm, the one with the questionable guitar tattoo on it, and Shawn takes a bite out of cookie youâs leg. You hum in delight at the taste. Not bad, you think.
âYou taste pretty good,â Shawn mumbles against your ear before nudging his nose against the side of your head, letting out a small chuckle.
âYouâre not so bad yourself,â you reply, feeling a little bit of warmth in your cheeks due to Shawnâs joke.
The both of you set down your cookies and then wipe your hands off on your napkins. You turn towards Shawn and give him a soft smile as he reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. He leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss, the taste of the cookie still fresh on his lips.
Shawn pulls back and wraps you in his arms, holding you close as you both look over at his parents and sister, watching as Manny says something that makes his wife and daughter laugh hysterically.
âThank you for everything tonight, Y/N. For cooking and baking and getting the condo ready. Especially for being so open to my parents and sister year after year. You donât know how much all of it means to me,â Shawn says.
âYou donât have to thank me, baby. We did all of it together, and if anyone should be thanking someone itâs me thanking you. You and this family are the best thing thatâs ever happened to me and iâm so happy youâve all let me be a part of it.â You lightly squeeze Shawn in appreciation, feeling emotional over his comment.
âI love you so much, pretty girl.â Shawn mumbles into your hair. You smile at the feeling and nickname before looking up at him.
âI love you too, Shawn.â
Shawn leans in and gives you a kiss on the forehead, instantly leaving behind a feeling of warmth and love.
âHey, lovebirds come check it out! Itâs snowing!â Aaliyahâs voice cuts through the trance you and Shawn seem to be in, and you turn to look over at her. Sheâs standing by the large glass windows in the living room and although itâs a little hard to see, itâs clear snow has started to fall outside.
You watch in awe as the snow outside mixes with the lights of the surrounding buildings, everything looking like starlight. The city at night is one of yours and Shawnâs favorite sights and is why you both love the view from the condo so much. Everything always looks so incredible from up here.
âI guess youâll get your true white Christmas after all,â Shawn says as he watches you stare out at the city, knowing how much you had hoped for this and how excited you must be.
âI guess so,â you reply, turning back to face your boyfriend.
Shawn holds out his hand for you and you gladly take it, allowing him to lead you into the living room, ready to continue the night with your family.
