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everything feels right, since you came along | s.m

Hello! I hope you are staying safe and staying indoors during these hard times! Here’s dad to be! Shawn with lots of softness, use of the word Jaan again and a couple swear words.

trigger warnings: talks of weight, body image, mentions of anxiety

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I!! LOVE!! THIS!! it’s incredible how I could imagine all of this unfold in my mind vividly. I love how he acknowledges that he may not be able to solve everything but still wants to listen and be there for her. Plus, the thought process of understanding how grateful he should be for everything she’s going through while pregnant physically and emotionally. Him calling her jaan made my desi heart so content!!! Been loving all your recent work so much! Thank you for creating and sharing

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send noods (II) | s.m

part 1 here 

only took me about 8 years to complete this haha (more like 2 months but you get it) this is the longest fic I have written so far (over 6K what it do baby!!) I hope you like it!

Shawn silently shuts the door to her room after making sure she’s safely fallen asleep, well fed and high on “wormies” (Stomach worm medicines. Zahra Ameen shortens things as she likes to, and you are expected to accept that.) He hadn’t bothered a lot with his phone since he got here, so when he pulls out his phone to finally check it, he’s not surprised to see the flood of notifications. The only people who really needed to know where he was were his mom, Zahra, and Zachary, his roommate. “Zach” for short, “whiteboy supreme” for Zahra. 

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SO MUCH LOVE FOR ZAHRA AND SHAWN!! He’s so ridiculously soft and confused in this and I am so here for it!!

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your boyfriend is... | s.m

part II here

mindless fluff based on the Instagram filter, I don’t even know what this is lol

@shawnjpeg​ I'm confirming for the last time I promise is this the correct ending 😅

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From the Ground Up

A/N: This idea came to me when I first heard the song ‘From The Ground Up’ by Dan + Shay a few months ago and this has been sitting around in my drafts ever since. I never liked how it kept turning out and I’m still not a 100% proud but here goes nothing. Tell me what you think!!

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March 2016

“So...it’s time, eh?” He sighs looking at her. 

She glumly nods, her eyes roaming everywhere but refusing to meet his. Her mouth opens to say something but her throat runs dry and suddenly words seem hard to find. Truthfully, she’s not sure what to say to the boy she loves when he’s about to leave for what, she prays for his sake, is the first of many of his own world tours. 

She steps towards him, takes a deep breath and attempts to gather her resolve for him.  

“I’m only nervous because I don’t know how things will work out ahead.” 

“But I’ll call ever-”

“No wait let me finish, I want you to know that this-” she gulps and her fingers fidget with the frill of her top, “-this is big and it’s going to change your life. I’m so so proud and happy that you get to do this because, my dude, you deserve to live your dream more than anyone else I know. And, even if all the distance and time changes us, I won’t hate you ever, you’ll always be my best friend first.”

He wants to tell her that her fears are irrational. They are them, they’ll get through it all together but he’s not sure he can actually convince her this time. If he’s being honest he’s terrified she’s going to be right like always, that’ll he’ll get caught up in the glitz and glamour of it all and lose her. 

He moves towards her tentatively, hands snaking around her waist and she melts into his embrace. Her head rests on his chest, her shoulders shuddering and for a split second, he blames himself for choosing to do what he loves and hurting the ones he loves in the process. 

For a fraction of a millisecond, he has this feeling although nothing might ever be the same in his life again, that somehow the two of them will pull through it. That little glimmer is enough for him. Now, it’s his turn to take a deep breath and garner some strength for her sake. 

He whispers softly, “Believe me, baby. We’ll be alright.”

Her dad watches them wearily from the side. He knows Shawn is a bright young boy with big dreams filling up his mind and only the best intentions at heart but he cannot help his fatherly inhibitions from clouding his thoughts. 

He wonders how right Shawn is in choosing to make this his career and not going to college. He isn’t sure if they truly understand how the dynamic of their relationship is about to alter, both of them ambitious but heading down starkly different paths. He worries the scrutiny and attention that is bound to come, will wear out even his strong-willed little girl. 

August 2019

Post-concert Shawn is always on an adrenaline high. Tonight, however, was truly special. He’s played the biggest show of his life. A sold-out stadium in his home city. The same place he would pass by numerous times as a child with his gaze fixated and eyes wide unable to wrap his mind around big it is. 

Certainly, he never imagined that one-day a deafening crowd would sing the words he wrote in his journals back to him when his slacked jaw and welled up eyes leave it hard for him to swallow and finish the words.

She’s out there in the deafening crowd with her hair flying in every which direction with his sister singing along to every song just like everyone else in the audience. His biggest (and possibly favourite) supporter since day one. 

He gets off stage a jittery mess with his heart still pounding fast against his chest and the whole room is electrified with his entrance. He hands his guitar to Cez and is pulled in for a hug.

There are bottles clinking, friends and family making rounds hugging him and each other. There’s enough energy in the room to spark up the CN tower standing tall behind them. 

The past five years of his life and career have gone by in the blink of an eye. She was right when she predicted everything would change but  the one thing that’s stayed constant is that he wouldn’t want to do any of this without her by his side, be it having to clean up the beer bottles and leftover pizza after Brian’s roaring 21st or playing a twice as roaring Rogers Stadium. 

So, smile a mile wide and hands still clammy he makes his way towards her. He picks her up giving her a quick twirl and she lets out a little laugh. It’s enough to ignite his burning heart further. 

He puts her down and she pulls him in closer for the tightest and warmest hug ever. Her blanket of love, happiness and pride envelops him. 

He did it 

Something lights up in her holding him so close in her arms. A glimmer, like the one he had in the airport all those years ago, tells her as long as they are hand in hand giving life their all, they’ll have many more moments like this one.  

September 2019

He’s seated in the crowded auditorium between her parents and little brother, adjusting his dress shirt and formal slacks waiting for the graduation to start. 

He recalls that one late night during the Europe leg of the tour when he woke up to fetch some water and realised she wasn’t in his arms. He found her with her shoulders bent over her textbooks and laptop, reading and rereading the words attempting to make sense of the page. She rubbed her eyes and willed herself to stay awake. 

5 more minutes she convinced herself every five minutes

His heart plummeted looking at her haggard appearance knowing he was partly responsible for it. He never asked her, he never had to, she magically always knew. She could tell sense his anxiety building up. The initial buzz of being on tour fading away. He wanted to come home, tease his sister and press kisses to his mother’s cheek. 

She would give him the world if he so asked and if there was anything she could do to keep his heart even slightly happier, she would. So without much hesitation, she makes a few adjustments in her budget for the rest of the month and flies out to him. 

The glint in his bright eyes and his warm laugh reverberating through her eardrums when she surprised him made it all worth it. 

Standing in the dim light of the tour bus it occurred to him how selfish and unfair he was to be so caught up buzzing around in excitement of her arrival to see how all that she does for him takes a toll on her as well.  

He knows she’s going to compensate for this trip by working a few extra and long shifts around her classes. Her classes are a whole other story. They are far from easy and he has come to understand computer science is an incredibly time consuming and draining major despite her being passionate about the subject. 

Recording albums, selling out stadiums, and writing heart-wrenching, gut-twisting songs was never her dream but she believed in his nevertheless. While chasing her own dream, she’s continued to support his.

Decidedly he wipes the sleep away from his tired eyes. He makes up his mind that he’s going to help her study even if that meant simply keeping her company. 

“What? Why are you awake?” She asks him breaking out of her trance as he settles into the space beside her. 

“Here, please take care of yourself, honey.” He mumbled into the dark placing a cold glass of water and some fruit in front of her. 

Andrew may have found them the next morning all cuddled up, soft snores leaving their exhausted bodies, but they had successfully finished her linear algebra 1 work. 

His face breaks into the biggest grin when they announce her name. Hands clapping as loudly as possible while she walks up on stage beaming with pride and standing tall in all her 5 feet 5 glory. Her dad even whistles a few times. He can only imagine how proud her parents are of their daughter. 

She did it

His chest constricts with a bubbling feeling and he isn’t quite sure what it is. Perhaps it’s pride but something tells him it’s just the all-consuming love he has for her and all of her.

4 years later

The second she is pushed out the room is engulfed in an overwhelming torrent of emotion.

She’s beautiful

It’s his first thought. Certainly, she’s covered in baby gunk but she’s still beautiful. 

The silence in the room for the first few seconds seemed piercing. Is she alright? She’s supposed to cry, right? Why isn’t she crying? Then it’s replaced by her faint little cry which grows louder and louder until it has turned into an all-out no holds scream. She’s loud but he doesn’t mind in the slightest. She’s safe. His wife is safe. His own family is here safe and sound.

“We have to clean her up first.” The nurse declares gently picking her up from her mother’s chest where they placed her for barely a minute. 

He doesn’t want to let her out of his sight. So, he drops his head and presses a kiss to his wife’s forehead, whispers an ‘I love you’ and speeds off after the nurse.

Not so much to one’s surprise she cries and shrieks as they take a prick of her blood and check her vitals. It takes everything in him to not pick her up and coo into her little ears that he’s right here and as long as he’s round he won’t let anything bad happen to her.

“Hi angel, I love you.” He bends down and mumbles as the nurse runs a washcloth across her tummy.

He never imagined those five words would alter his life and perspective forever. Her cries seem to subside and he knows that newborns have little to no muscle power and she can’t really see but he swears she looks at him and calms down. 

4 years later 

Estela Mendes is nearly four now. She has more fun each day than should be legally allowed. She struggles with sharing toys and her parents’ undivided attention with her toddler brother (her parents promise you they are working on this), while her curiosity about the baby in her mama’s belly grows each day.

4 years and 7 months later 

Gotta support the neck Gotta support the neck

The thought has been drilled into his head by his parents over the past few months. While his fans may have said countless things about his large hands, some of their words managing to leave him haunted, he never really noticed how large his hands actually were until now. She seems so little and fragile in his arms compared to the first two now notorious Mendes siblings. 

It’s safe to say the youngest Mendes daughter wasn’t planned yet somehow she came at the perfect time.

The two of them had spent a fair number of nights with goosebumps rising on their skin in the Toronto breeze, after putting their kids to bed, (god, how do they sound so old?) huddled shoulder to shoulder as she indulged in her choice of cravings for the night (it was a jar of pickles more often than not) dreaming of what the baby girl growing inside would be like.

Now, she’s here and he’s enamored with her very existence. He can’t keep his eyes off her. If it was all up to him he’d sit there for hours on an end memorizing every little detail of her being and watch her attempt to clasp her small figures around his large ones. 

His wife rests her head on his shoulders, exhaustion rimming her eyelids with her matted hair against her forehead. She moves her hand that is free of the IV needles and tubes to bring the two older children, smitten with the latest addition to the family, closer into her lap. 

Everything he’s ever wanted - needed really - is right here in his arms. He feels complete. 

7 years later 

The youngest Mendes child is clutched to her waist, hands moving animatedly describing plans she has with her siblings for the rest of the day, as the pair of them make their way out to the rest of the family in their backyard. 

His wife’s heart grows in size finding both sets of grandparents recollecting stories while Shawn teaches his two older children how to strum a certain chord on his guitar. 

The mess of curls - that is her son - seated on Shawn’s lap has a glint of mischief lacing his eyes trying to think of ways to add his touch of fun to the relatively calm backyard. 

She puts her daughter down who wobbles across the grass to where her dad and siblings are seated.

Now, all four of them are playing some game. He somehow manages to lift all three of them into the air, makes the sound of a bear growling, places them back onto the grass gently and tickles them until they’re all in fits of laughter. 

The delirious belly laughs they let out at his antics have him grinning ear to ear. The simplicity of the moment overwhelms him. This is all he could ever dream of having and more. A family of his own, people that are his own and people with whom he can cherish the wild rollercoaster of moments his life has been and continues to be.

All those inhibitions her dad had at the airport years ago no longer hold true. He’s watched Shawn grow into being the incredible partner and father that he is today. 

He’s the man her dad hoped he would be. 

65 years later 

The morning sun streaming in uninvited kisses them awake. He opens his eyes to the slivers of light peeping in through the gaps in the blinds casting thin stripes across her tan and angelic skin. 

She blinks multiple times adjusting to the sudden light drowsily, mouth curving into a lopsided grin as he pulls her closer into his embrace. 

65 years old now, in this little house that they made home when they stepped foot into young, first child on the way, eyes dancing with excitement for the future. 

The pictures that adorn every nook and corner of this warm and humble abode are a testament to their tale. The clouds may have rolled and the earth may have shook but they sheltered each other through the wind and the rain. 

They did it

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Season of Firsts

Summary- It’s the season of new beginnings around the new Mendes household.

Word Count- 1035

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a/n- Just a lil something short and sweet for the season! Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday season!

From chummy get-togethers with the extended family to breaking in with new traditions of their own, it’s been a season of “firsts” around the new Mendes household.

It was their first Christmas as a married couple and the first one in this new home as well. They’d been at it for hours settling things around and decorating for Christmas.

The intoxicating aroma of the clove-studded orange candle she lit up brightens up the long winter night. They were far too late at setting up their Christmas tree but she was adamant that they do it at their own pace but do it beautifully the way she’d dreamed of for years and he was adamant that she got to be happy.

He’s humming along to  ‘Feliz Navidad’ playing on the speakers while putting up his share of the ornaments on their fresh and tall tree. She’s sitting on the floor beside him making a little crib. It wasn’t something his family did but it was a tradition to her. A Christmas without a crib, to her, was almost a sin.

She spent a good hour and a half drawing, cutting, finding art supplies in an attempt to recreate the nativity scene as realistically as she could. She borrowed some brown and blue clay from Aaliyah’s school supplies using it to make a small little well. Using old paper she lined the path to the well with small rocks. She went searching three stores to find fairy lights small enough to fit through the star above and to go around the border of the crib.

He’s always admired her patience and dedication when it came to creating art but this time he’s even more wonderstruck looking at the crib come together and he’s not sure why.

Perhaps because when he looks around he realises this is truly their home in all ways. He recalls when they were on the fifth date they drunkenly joked about having a place like this.

While they may have been joking deep down both of them secretly hoped that it would happen one day.

When he looks around he sees his wife creating something that’s important to her. Possibly starting a new tradition. His heart clenches as he imagines her doing this with their children someday. Teaching them about the significance and meaning. Teaching them to love and appreciate all that they have. He hopes they turn out as kind and loving as her.

This is peak romance he thinks

His eyes land on the kitchen counter. He knows he’s all thumbs in the kitchen but he’s still so excited to bake those fresh cookies with her in the morning and hand them to both sets of parents later on, proudly as though he crafted them from scratch.

Finally, after five years Shawn and her don’t have to figure out ways to split time with both families and each other. Come early tomorrow morning they would all be gathered here.

“Did you get the white chocolate and brown sugar?” She asks breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, it’s in the kitchen. Why did we need white chocolate though? Aren’t we making regular cookies in the morning?”

“Yeah we’ll make the regular ones before everyone’s here but Aaliyah asked me if we could bake together. So, I thought we’d do those.”

“That should be fun. I already know she’ll be better at it than me.” He jokes.

He knows the younger Mendes has grown closer to her over the past year and a half as she’s gotten older. He’s glad the two of the most important women in his life have an irrevocable bond.

To be fair, he never thought hosting Christmas would involve so much preparation and he wishes he would have taken some notes from his mum all those years she did it. Nevertheless, he’s excited to see how it all pans out.

He hangs the last ornament and moves to crouch down beside her.

She smiles looking at him her eyes bright with excitement, “I’m almost done here. Does it look alright?”

She turns her attention back to the crib sticking down the last of the lights. He doesn’t reply but she continues to feel his gaze on her.

“What happened, bub?” She asks

A grin takes over his face and suddenly it’s like she doesn’t need a response from him anymore. She knows what he’s imagining and thinking.

The little decorations that they had left have now been put on hold. He stands up and puts his palm out to her.

“May I have this dance with you?” He jokes.

“You may indeed!” She laughs putting her smaller palms into his larger ones.

They slow dance to old Christmas music for what feels like a moment frozen in time. She rests her head against his chest and feels his heart beat faster. He whispers something along the lines of how she still manages to do that to him even after all these years. Now his words make her heart race. She takes a deep breath and all her senses are crowded by him.

With the warmth of his body against hers, the chill Toronto breeze outside can’t faze her. The familiar smell of his detergent. The lingering sweet taste of hot chocolate when he lifts her chin pulling her in for a soft and sweet kiss.

She recalls last Christmas, they were walking through a Christmas Market in Toronto, huddling together in attempts to stay warm. Mulled wine and cookies filled their stomachs while good times and laughter filled both their hearts with love and fondness.

She still remembers his rosy cheeks and loud laugh reverberating through her ears when she told him the story of how one Christmas she accidentally opened her older sisters gift from her fiance. She got so excited about the gift, no one had the heart to tell her it wasn’t meant for her. She only found out a few years later.

The clock strikes midnight. It’s Christmas Day. Nothing else matters to them right now apart from soaking in the happiness they bring into each other’s lives.

It’s 00:02 and it’s already the best Christmas they’ve ever had.  

This is peak romance he knows

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MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Merry Christmas

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Homesick

summary: she’s homesick and he cooks to comfort her 

When she was 15,  Adeya Malhotra visited Toronto for the first time with her family. The city’s effortless combination of urban hustle with an enduring love for life fascinated her. 

As she walked along the streets the jingle of the glasses from the pavement cafes echoed with a jingle in her heart. Her eyes stared up in amazement with her spirits soaring, as she watched the CN tower light up the Toronto skyline along with a string of other ambitions in her mind. 

There was an inconsolable longing in her heart to come back here someday but on different terms. On her own terms. She swore to herself then and there she would put in all that it took her to make this city home. 15-year-old Adeya had more faith in her future self than anyone else did. 

Now at 22, after years of having faith and five months since she graduated, she has her degree, her new job, she has Shawn of all people by her side, she has a loving and supportive group of friends that feel like family and she lives in an apartment that she has adorned with her own sense of minimalism that she believed oozed comfort and coziness.

For nearly three years, the thought of finally moving out far away and living on her own motivated her especially when it came to preparing for her business studies exams but then the real world welcomed her. She can’t deny that she did struggle for the first three months after the big move.

To her, it was similar to the first time stepped into an ocean. From afar, the golden sands and waves lapping on the shore seemed blissful and relaxing but once she stepped into the water she realized it was actually cold and it suddenly seemed uninviting. It was uncomfortable, but then, slowly her body adjusted.

Suddenly, she was faced with struggles of finding time to clean between classes, doing her own laundry, making appointments and finding out how expensive food actually is. 

She had to figure out balancing her academics with work and social life. Then, it occurred to her how she may have taken her family for granted. 

Keeping in touch too much made her feel the distance even more. So, she forced herself to draw lines and raise walls. That part came a little more easily than it should’ve, she’d always struggled opening up about her inner battles. Now, she told them even less about her problems, not wanting them to think she became weak the second she got here after wanting to move for years. 

She convinced herself saying there wasn’t much they could do anyway, all the way from India. 

The occasional sadness crept in when she saw little moments and milestones on her sister’s social media and she wished she could be there but for the most part of the past four years, she’d gotten used to the distance. 

Except for today, all day long little things reminded her of home and her family. She tried to push those thoughts away only because she knew if she entertained them, she would only let herself get distracted and feel out of place where she is. 

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That morning, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror ruffling her hair. She adjusted her blouse as she put on her heels standing slightly taller. 

She smiled picking up her red lipstick remembering how her father would nonchalantly ask her whether she was attending a fashion show every time she put it on when she was younger.

At work, the entire team was gathered outside the room waiting to make their presentation. 

It was only her second major proposal and although she was as prepared as she could be, she couldn’t stop tapping her foot against the hardwood floor. She prayed silently, hoping all the hard work from the past few weeks would lead to something fruitful.

She gave her colleagues a grateful nod and mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ as she grabbed the tea they picked up for her. She almost instinctively scrunched her nose as she sipped it, wishing she could have an enticing cup of her mum’s chai instead. 

The chill Toronto evening air made goosebumps rise on the exposed skin of her arms, as she passed through the Square making her way back to Shawn’s for dinner.

Adeya was enveloped with the sounds of cars and footsteps clicking against the pavement. Despite her line of sight being encompassed with the swarms of people ahead of her, her eye caught the Indian family taking pictures near the 3D Toronto Sign.

Seeing the two children who seemed to be arguing over the camera brought a smile to her face reminding her of bickering with her sister over the stupidest of things. 

She looked ahead walking as her mind trailed off thinking of how she would sit at the dining table for hours, eyes turning red and yawns slowly interrupting, with her father solving math problems. 

How her mother used to fret about her not eating enough on the daily and how her sister jamming out while she was trying to finish her projects would irk her/

Back then, all those things used to make her roll her eyes, press her pencil and sigh exasperatedly but now she wishes she could be transported back to those moments.  

Adeya’s mind blanked for a split second feeling an overwhelming sense of anxiousness. She wished she could ignore the growing heaviness of her heart but it nibbled away at her continuously and she had to acknowledge it.

She misses home. She’s homesick.

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The minute she walked through the door, Shawn could tell something was off. Her slumped shoulders and the heavy sigh leaving her mouth, both dead giveaways, as she closed the door behind her and walked through the passage. 

“Hey there rockstar,” She joked spotting him leaning against the wall. 

He held his arms out to her and she walked up to him lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and melted into his embrace.

She buried her face into the crook of his neck while he placed his hand on the small of her back. “Hey darlin’, everything alright?” He asked

She only groaned in response. He released her from their hug and lead them towards the couch. She gently nudged him backwards signalling for him to lay down and then she placed her head on his chest. 

“You want to talk about it?” He suggested not wanting to force her but letting her know she could open up if she wanted. 

“I don’t really know,” she trailed, her fingers twirling around his medallion, “This is where I hoped I’d be someday, but I just miss my family and being home. I mean.. I have you, your family and all our friends here but I just miss them, ya know?” 

His eyes softened listening to her confession understanding himself from first-hand experience how hard it is being away from family but at least when he came home it was to the same city he grew up in. 

He could quickly drive over to see his parents, his sister and to her. He understood it wasn’t that simple in her case. She would have to take a long flight all the way across the world to be able to see her family.

Shawn took her free hand into his, “That’s alright hun, your home will always be your home, and that’s irreplaceable… the same goes for your parents and your sister, your bed and everything else back there, but all of them and all those memories and things will still be there when you go back.”

She hummed in agreement knowing this was only a fleeting feeling, “You know during my first week of college here, I got so stressed and lonely and I was on the phone with mum and I refused to tell her what was actually up. So, decided to just stop for a second make an effort and go have coffee with someone in class and that’s how I met Alexis.”

He chuckled listening to the story of how she met her best friend. He didn’t like seeing her sad, especially in a situation like this when there wasn’t much he could do considering asking her parents and sister to get on a plane and fly over 12,000 kilometres spontaneously was out of question. 

“I was thinking we’d go out for dinner but I think we should stay in and make some dahi bhindi instead,” He proposed hoping that eating favourite her okra dish that her dad used to make would comfort and cheer her up a little.

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him, “Oh yeah? That sounds fun but you don’t know how to make it.”

“So, you teach me now and then I’ll remember it for next time.” He said grinning at her.

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 “Yup, now just put the chillies in,” she instructed, “and give it a good stir.”

She looked up at his face beaming with pride that he managed to cook her favourite meal albeit with her continuous prompts and yelps for him to be careful of oil splattering. 

She moved closer to him reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. 

“I hope you know how amazing you are,” She whispered softly, the tip of her nose gently nudging his and a feeling of gratitude coursed through him at her words.

Shawn cupped her face with his hand, pulling her upwards to press a gentle kiss against her lips.

He pulled away and excitedly declared, “Okay, you go sit and I’ll serve you myself.” 

She watched in admiration as he moved around the kitchen getting their plates ready and pouring some water. 

A feeling of gratitude resonated through her, acknowledging the little things he did for her. For them.

“Voila!” He exclaimed giddily placing the plate with bhindi (okra) and some roti in front of her. She laughed eyes crinkling at his excitement. 

As they sat there eating while he told her about Brain and Connor’s antics at the show in Melbourne, her stomach filled with sense of familiarity but so did her heart with an overwhelming surge. 

Fortunately, this time it wasn’t with anxiousness but instead with love for the man sat beside her. 

It occurred to her that when she was with Shawn, the water didn’t seem as cold anymore. Or at least she was warm now. 

Adeya understood their love is home, in a way, and as long as they had each other they’d make it through life’s inevitable twists and turns. 

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send noods | s.m

prompt: friends with benefits but the benefit is that they bring you soup

for @sauveteen tu gawar, tu meri jaan also @shawnjpeg u pull my brain cells together, thank you 

The few nights he didn’t have Zahra curled up next to him, he rolled over and checked his phone in the hopes of her texting him while he was asleep. This was a 10 times out of 10 times possibility and they were both incredibly consistent with their habits so it confused his sleepy little brain as to why he didn’t have any notifications from her at all. Rubbing his eyes he shot her text, still half asleep, hoping the next time he woke up she’d have texted back.

shawny boy to Babiest (2:56 am): u ok? Text when up  . Lov , u

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send noods | s.m

prompt: friends with benefits but the benefit is that they bring you soup

for @sauveteen tu gawar, tu meri jaan also @shawnjpeg u pull my brain cells together, thank you 

The few nights he didn’t have Zahra curled up next to him, he rolled over and checked his phone in the hopes of her texting him while he was asleep. This was a 10 times out of 10 times possibility and they were both incredibly consistent with their habits so it confused his sleepy little brain as to why he didn’t have any notifications from her at all. Rubbing his eyes he shot her text, still half asleep, hoping the next time he woke up she’d have texted back.

shawny boy to Babiest (2:56 am): u ok? Text when up  . Lov , u

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Homesick

summary: she’s homesick and he cooks to comfort her 

When she was 15,  Adeya Malhotra visited Toronto for the first time with her family. The city’s effortless combination of urban hustle with an enduring love for life fascinated her. 

As she walked along the streets the jingle of the glasses from the pavement cafes echoed with a jingle in her heart. Her eyes stared up in amazement with her spirits soaring, as she watched the CN tower light up the Toronto skyline along with a string of other ambitions in her mind. 

There was an inconsolable longing in her heart to come back here someday but on different terms. On her own terms. She swore to herself then and there she would put in all that it took her to make this city home. 15-year-old Adeya had more faith in her future self than anyone else did. 

Now at 22, after years of having faith and five months since she graduated, she has her degree, her new job, she has Shawn of all people by her side, she has a loving and supportive group of friends that feel like family and she lives in an apartment that she has adorned with her own sense of minimalism that she believed oozed comfort and coziness.

For nearly three years, the thought of finally moving out far away and living on her own motivated her especially when it came to preparing for her business studies exams but then the real world welcomed her. She can’t deny that she did struggle for the first three months after the big move.

To her, it was similar to the first time stepped into an ocean. From afar, the golden sands and waves lapping on the shore seemed blissful and relaxing but once she stepped into the water she realized it was actually cold and it suddenly seemed uninviting. It was uncomfortable, but then, slowly her body adjusted.

Suddenly, she was faced with struggles of finding time to clean between classes, doing her own laundry, making appointments and finding out how expensive food actually is. 

She had to figure out balancing her academics with work and social life. Then, it occurred to her how she may have taken her family for granted. 

Keeping in touch too much made her feel the distance even more. So, she forced herself to draw lines and raise walls. That part came a little more easily than it should’ve, she’d always struggled opening up about her inner battles. Now, she told them even less about her problems, not wanting them to think she became weak the second she got here after wanting to move for years. 

She convinced herself saying there wasn’t much they could do anyway, all the way from India. 

The occasional sadness crept in when she saw little moments and milestones on her sister’s social media and she wished she could be there but for the most part of the past four years, she’d gotten used to the distance. 

Except for today, all day long little things reminded her of home and her family. She tried to push those thoughts away only because she knew if she entertained them, she would only let herself get distracted and feel out of place where she is. 

—

That morning, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror ruffling her hair. She adjusted her blouse as she put on her heels standing slightly taller. 

She smiled picking up her red lipstick remembering how her father would nonchalantly ask her whether she was attending a fashion show every time she put it on when she was younger.

At work, the entire team was gathered outside the room waiting to make their presentation. 

It was only her second major proposal and although she was as prepared as she could be, she couldn’t stop tapping her foot against the hardwood floor. She prayed silently, hoping all the hard work from the past few weeks would lead to something fruitful.

She gave her colleagues a grateful nod and mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ as she grabbed the tea they picked up for her. She almost instinctively scrunched her nose as she sipped it, wishing she could have an enticing cup of her mum’s chai instead. 

The chill Toronto evening air made goosebumps rise on the exposed skin of her arms, as she passed through the Square making her way back to Shawn’s for dinner.

Adeya was enveloped with the sounds of cars and footsteps clicking against the pavement. Despite her line of sight being encompassed with the swarms of people ahead of her, her eye caught the Indian family taking pictures near the 3D Toronto Sign.

Seeing the two children who seemed to be arguing over the camera brought a smile to her face reminding her of bickering with her sister over the stupidest of things. 

She looked ahead walking as her mind trailed off thinking of how she would sit at the dining table for hours, eyes turning red and yawns slowly interrupting, with her father solving math problems. 

How her mother used to fret about her not eating enough on the daily and how her sister jamming out while she was trying to finish her projects would irk her/

Back then, all those things used to make her roll her eyes, press her pencil and sigh exasperatedly but now she wishes she could be transported back to those moments.  

Adeya’s mind blanked for a split second feeling an overwhelming sense of anxiousness. She wished she could ignore the growing heaviness of her heart but it nibbled away at her continuously and she had to acknowledge it.

She misses home. She’s homesick.

—

The minute she walked through the door, Shawn could tell something was off. Her slumped shoulders and the heavy sigh leaving her mouth, both dead giveaways, as she closed the door behind her and walked through the passage. 

“Hey there rockstar,” She joked spotting him leaning against the wall. 

He held his arms out to her and she walked up to him lips curving into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and melted into his embrace.

She buried her face into the crook of his neck while he placed his hand on the small of her back. “Hey darlin’, everything alright?” He asked

She only groaned in response. He released her from their hug and lead them towards the couch. She gently nudged him backwards signalling for him to lay down and then she placed her head on his chest. 

“You want to talk about it?” He suggested not wanting to force her but letting her know she could open up if she wanted. 

“I don’t really know,” she trailed, her fingers twirling around his medallion, “This is where I hoped I’d be someday, but I just miss my family and being home. I mean.. I have you, your family and all our friends here but I just miss them, ya know?” 

His eyes softened listening to her confession understanding himself from first-hand experience how hard it is being away from family but at least when he came home it was to the same city he grew up in. 

He could quickly drive over to see his parents, his sister and to her. He understood it wasn’t that simple in her case. She would have to take a long flight all the way across the world to be able to see her family.

Shawn took her free hand into his, “That’s alright hun, your home will always be your home, and that’s irreplaceable… the same goes for your parents and your sister, your bed and everything else back there, but all of them and all those memories and things will still be there when you go back.”

She hummed in agreement knowing this was only a fleeting feeling, “You know during my first week of college here, I got so stressed and lonely and I was on the phone with mum and I refused to tell her what was actually up. So, decided to just stop for a second make an effort and go have coffee with someone in class and that’s how I met Alexis.”

He chuckled listening to the story of how she met her best friend. He didn’t like seeing her sad, especially in a situation like this when there wasn’t much he could do considering asking her parents and sister to get on a plane and fly over 12,000 kilometres spontaneously was out of question. 

“I was thinking we’d go out for dinner but I think we should stay in and make some dahi bhindi instead,” He proposed hoping that eating favourite her okra dish that her dad used to make would comfort and cheer her up a little.

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him, “Oh yeah? That sounds fun but you don’t know how to make it.”

“So, you teach me now and then I’ll remember it for next time.” He said grinning at her.

–

 “Yup, now just put the chillies in,” she instructed, “and give it a good stir.”

She looked up at his face beaming with pride that he managed to cook her favourite meal albeit with her continuous prompts and yelps for him to be careful of oil splattering. 

She moved closer to him reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. 

“I hope you know how amazing you are,” She whispered softly, the tip of her nose gently nudging his and a feeling of gratitude coursed through him at her words.

Shawn cupped her face with his hand, pulling her upwards to press a gentle kiss against her lips.

He pulled away and excitedly declared, “Okay, you go sit and I’ll serve you myself.” 

She watched in admiration as he moved around the kitchen getting their plates ready and pouring some water. 

A feeling of gratitude resonated through her, acknowledging the little things he did for her. For them.

“Voila!” He exclaimed giddily placing the plate with bhindi (okra) and some roti in front of her. She laughed eyes crinkling at his excitement. 

As they sat there eating while he told her about Brain and Connor’s antics at the show in Melbourne, her stomach filled with sense of familiarity but so did her heart with an overwhelming surge. 

Fortunately, this time it wasn’t with anxiousness but instead with love for the man sat beside her. 

It occurred to her that when she was with Shawn, the water didn’t seem as cold anymore. Or at least she was warm now. 

Adeya understood their love is home, in a way, and as long as they had each other they’d make it through life’s inevitable twists and turns. 

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