honey, honey

"Thank you for being by my side for so many years. I love you so much"

The amount of love that I hold for this man is unmeasurable. I'm proud to say that I've been a fan of this immensly talented man ever since early 2013, no breaks, no abandoning, only the largest amounts of unconditional support and adoration through all these years full of ups and downs. I know this upcoming album will be another masterpiece, another piece of him given to us to see and know him personally, humanly, raw.

The time has come for Shawn’s initiation as Capo dei Capi, and Ava has mixed feelings about the steps he has to take. (6.1k)

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In her pretty yellow ditsy dress, Ava is positively sweating from her seat at the dining table. Shawn is sitting beside her, same solemn expression and dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt. It’s 10 am and he hasn’t styled his hair – in fact, he’s nervous as hell and in three short hours, he’ll be faced with the ceremony that will initiate him as Capo dei Capi of the New York Famiglia.

The laptop is set up in front of them, the reflection of their nervous faces staring back at them. It’s been a week since the night of Stefano’s death and four days since they’ve all been back in New York. Aaliyah and Karen are currently staying in the penthouse with Shawn and Ava, and neither of the latter two have slept soundly since.

Shawn’s been on edge since Stefano’s death was announced. He’s been watching his back more than usual, like he’s waiting for Nino to strike down on him, too. He spoke with Salvatore to announce the news and Shawn wonders if he suspects him or his son.

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summary: after being bestfriends forever and knowing you both had feelings for each other, you decided your ready to have a relationship with Shawn. 

warnings: cursing

word count: 2.8k

Your eyes snapped open at the buzzing of your phone on your wood nightstand. You reached over not bothering to move your body and let your eyes close again as you answered the call.

“Hello?” you answered your voice raspy.

“Goodmorningggg! Happy birthdayyyy!” your best friend Shawn sang into the phone. You lifted it from your ear to glance at the time and you rolled your eyes to the back of your head.

“There better be a good fucking reason you’re calling me at 7:30 in the morning Shawn Peter or I’m going to kill you,” you threatened, pulling the blanket into your chest and digging your head into the pillow.

“Because it’s your birthday duh,” he said,“ and I’m on my way to your house so get up and get dressed we have plans.”

“At 7:30? In the morning?”

“Yes, I’ll be there in like 3 minutes so get out of bed,” he told you hanging up before you couldn’t get any other form of protest in.

“Totally not happening,” you mumbled to yourself, turning your body over and trying to find the warmth your body held when you were sleeping. You instantly regret opening your window last night as you felt the cool Toronto breeze creep into your room. A few minutes later you heard your front door open but you knew it was Shawn so you didn’t bother moving.

“Y/n?” he yelled getting closer to your bedroom. He opened your door and even with your eyes closed you could feel his glare that was on you.

“Wake upppp,” he complained stepping closer.

“I’m not asleepppp,” you mimicked with a sleepy smile keeping your eyes closed.

“Get up and get dressed, we have places to go and people to see,” he told you.

“Bubbbb,” you whined fluttering your eyes open.

“Yes?”

“Come cuddle. Just five minutes,” you pleaded, pulling your best puppy dog face.

“Only because it’s your birthday,” he sighed pulling off his shoes knowing you would have a fit if he put his overworn boots on your bed. You gasped dramatically, trying to hold back a smile.

“So you mean this is the only time you’ll ever cuddle me again until next year? Worst birthday ever,” you said sarcasm dripping off of your voice as Shawn laid next to you getting under the blanket.

“Oh shut it,” he smiled pulling you by your waist closer to him. You laid your head on his chest and he slid his hand up the back of your shirt and laid it on your bare skin causing the corners of your mouth to lift into a smile. It was something that he did fairly often to make you feel closer to him and it worked every time. You let your eyes close, feeling completely at peace, listening to Shawn’s heartbeat. You traced your fingers over his chest mostly to let him know that you were still awake and you planted a soft kiss onto his chest.

These moments of affection were normal for you and Shawn. You had been friends since you both could remember, but always just friends. No matter how many times Shawn’s dad asked when he was going to make his move because he knows you’re the one or how many times your mom told you she knew that she saw love in your eyes when you looked at him. You loved each other, but you were too scared to admit it. Too scared to lose one another. So, for now, you were both perfectly content with the cuddling, the best friend lunches, and the drunken kisses that you two shared.

You both had tried to be with other people, but all of them were just failed attempts for both of you. Eventually, enough was enough and you had sat down and talked about it, told each other how you felt, but how both of you were scared. You decided to remain friends, you weren’t ready. You weren’t ready to change what you had with Shawn as much as you wanted it the fear was overwhelming. But you were his and he knew that. His heart belonged to you, you knew that.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Shawn whispered bringing his other hand to your hair.

“But you make it so easy,” you answered softly.

“I brought you breakfast, and coffee and your first present of the day but you can’t have it until you get up and get dressed.”

“I told you not to get me anything,” you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah after I already got you things, and I was definitely going to do it anyway,” he told you a smile on his face. You let out a groan and pushed yourself up so you were laying next to Shawn, face to face.

“Where are we going?” you asked. He turned on to his side and brought his hand up to your face running his hand along your cheek.

“Secret,” he whispered with a small smile. His face was very close to yours. You wanted to close the gap and kiss his lips, but you couldn’t. You rolled your eyes and stretched your body making him laugh. You lifted the blanket up and looked up and down his body to look at his outfit but he was just wearing his black jeans and a plain t-shirt.

“See something you like?” he smirked.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Mendes. I was just seeing what you were wearing but you wear the same thing every day,” you retorted trying to hide your smile.

“Mhmm,” he hummed with a smile. You got up and walked to your closet looking through it and grabbing clothes. You went to your bathroom and slid on a pair of black jeans and a cute sweater knowing you would complain about being cold. You brushed your teeth and your hair before walking back out and pulling on shoes. You walked back over to your closet and sighed.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Shawn asked looking up from his phone.

“Nothing, I just wish you had that cute ass jean jacket with you,” you said frowning and sifting through your clothes to find another jacket to throw over it.

“If only your incredibly genius best friend knew you were going to say that and brought it with him and its sitting in your kitchen,” he smiled. You looked at him and smiled.

“You’re the best, know that right?”

“Yeah I know,” he smiled standing up and walked into your kitchen. You followed him and you saw food, coffee, the jacket and a small box laying on the counter. He set the food on a plate and warmed it up and you propped yourself up on the counter. He grabbed the box and walked towards you.

“I wasn’t sure if you would like it, but I showed your mom and she said you would so I’m trusting her,” he smiled handing it to you. You looked up at him with a glare.

“You went to my mom?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and laughed,“ open it.” You rolled your eyes and opened the box seeing the prettiest necklace you had ever seen. You looked up at Shawn with a smile on your face.

“Shawn it’s beautiful, thank you,” you said opening your arms for him to come hug you. He walked closer and you wrapped your arms around him, placing your face in his neck and you widened your legs so he could come closer. His hands snaked around your body and you brought your lips to his neck sweetly a few times.

“Thank you so much bubba,” you smiled,“ can you put it on me?” He nodded and smiled so you jumped off the counter and turned around holding your hair out of the way as his fingers ran across your neck and he clasped the necklace.

“How’s it look?” you asked turning around.

“Beautiful,” he answered with a smile. You felt your face heat up but you rolled your eyes and grabbed the food out of the microwave. After eating, Shawn pulled you out the door and into the car.

“This is kidnapping ya know,” you told him turning the radio down.

“You got into the car voluntarily,” he laughed.

“Just tell me where we’re going,” you huffed.

“Pickering, now I like this song so shush,” he said smiling and turning up the radio. You couldn’t help but smile as he moved his fingers along the steering wheel.

You arrived in your hometown in a short 20 minutes and he pulled into a parking spot in front of your house. You had fallen asleep about 5 minutes into the drive since Shawn had turned his seat warmers on. He couldn’t help but smile and shake his head when he looked over at you seeing you fast asleep. He placed his hand on your face and ran his finger down your cheek.

“Hey beautiful, wake up we’re here,” he said softly knowing it wouldn’t take a lot for you to wake up.

“No,” you whispered,“ where are we?”

“Open your eyes,” he laughed. You let your eyes flutter open slowly to adjust to the light and you smiled widely.

“Does this mean we can go upstairs and take a nap?” you asked making him laugh.

“Your mom will never let you do that and you just woke up. How do you sleep so much?”

“I love it,” you said with a little yawn.

“Come on you fool,” he said rolling his eyes and getting out of the car. You walked into your parent’s house and your mom and dad were waiting for you on the couch.

“Oh, my baby happy birthday!” your mom said rushing over to you and crushing you into a hug.

“Oh wow hello. Thank you,” you replied laughing lightly and hugging her back. She released you and hugged Shawn.

You hugged your dad and sat down on the couch patting the space next to you for Shawn.

“Shawn’s family is coming over for lunch so we’ll give you your presents then okay?”

“What time?” you looked down at your phone seeing that it was almost 10.

“About 11:30 or so,” she answered. You turned and smirked at Shawn.

“Do you know what this means we have time for?” you said wiggling your eyebrows making him roll his eyes.

“Should I be scared?” your dad chimed in.

“She wants a nap,” Shawn laughed making you nod.

“Of course she does,” your mom said with a small chuckle,“ go on I’ll come knocking in an hour.” You jumped up quickly with a wide smile.

“Coming bub?” You asked Shawn making your mom and dad both look at each other and smile.

“Of course,” he smiled. He grabbed your hand and you walked up the stairs and you immediately laid down on your old bed. Shawn laid next to you and pulled you close. You turned over to lay onto your stomach but left your head on Shawn’s chest so you could look up at him. You grabbed his hand and rested it on his chest, tracing the outline of his tattoo with your other hand.

“Are you ready for your next present?” he said softly.

“Shawn, you didn’t have to get me anything at all, let alone two things,” you sighed.

“That sucks,” he smiled reaching into your table.

“Why are you getting in there?”

“I figured we would end up here when I planned the day out so when I came up to ask your mom about the necklace I put it in there,” he shrugged. He was so cute and thoughtful.

“Did you plan out this whole day to a T?”

“Maybeee,” he smiled making your eyes roll out of habit, “Here.” He handed you an envelope and you sat up crossing your legs and opened it seeing a plane ticket to Amsterdam for a date you immediately recognized.

“Your first tour date?”

“Yeah it’s more for me than for you I promise,” he chuckled. He grabbed your hand and carefully intertwined your fingers.“ I really want you there, I need you there.” You smiled at him with a nod and you took a shaky breath, blinking rapidly trying to get rid of the tears you knew were coming. You always got so emotional when Shawn brought up touring but this one was so different, it was so much longer. You were so scared of losing him, losing him not only as your best friend but losing his heart that you had held for so long.

“Please don’t cry,” Shawn whispered bringing his hand up to your face. He knew you better than anyone, so he knew the signs.

“M'not gonna,” you lied with a sniffle,“ I’m 20, I don’t cry anymore.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed,“ come here.” He pulled you into his chest. He kissed the top of your head and you closed your eyes, a tear falling down your cheek. You were positive Shawn could feel your heart racing.

“You know you’re always gonna be m'girl right?” he whispered running his hand through your hair.

“Shawn-”

“I know, I know,” he said cutting you off,“ I just want you to know.” You nodded your head letting more tears escape your eyes, knowing that if you tried to talk it would just break the dam.

For the first time in a while, you found yourself not able to fall asleep. You closed your eyes and let time pass and soon enough your mom came knocking on the door.

“Honey, Shawn’s family is here,” she spoke through the door.

“Okay thank you, we’ll be down in a second,” Shawn spoke for you. You hesitantly sat up, losing contact with him.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked looking at you. You nodded with a light smile.

“Come on, we’ll talk about this tomorrow okay? It’s your day, now smile or I’ll tickle you,” he threatened. You smiled at him and he grabbed your hand and kissed it before you walked downstairs.

You guys spent hours eating and talking and eventually you opened presents and had cake. Your dad decided to start a fire in the backyard and they made Shawn bring out his guitar. After a while, Shawn said he had yet another surprise for you so he took your hand and took you back into the house.

“Where are we going?”

“I wanted us to be alone for this,” he said. You could tell he was nervous and it was making you a bit anxious so you bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. He made you sit on the couch and he sat next to you.

“Bub, what is it?”

“I wrote you a song,” he told you quietly looking anywhere else but you,“ but I won’t play it if you don’t want to hear it. I just need you to know how I feel.”

“I want to hear it,” you nodded with a small smile. He looked at you for a second before positioning his guitar on his lap and beginning to play. (When you’re ready). You watched as he sang and his hands as they played.

“Baby tell me when you’re ready, I’m waitin’. Baby anytime you’re ready, I’m waitin’. Even ten years from now, If you haven’t found somebody I promise I’ll be around. Tell me when you’re ready I’m waitin’, I’m waitin’” he finished. He placed his guitar to the side and sat there for a second before turning to you.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just want you to know that no matter what happens, I will wait for you because I know that you are the one for me Y/n. You’re the only one that I want to see when I wake up. The one I want to hold when I fall asleep. I’ve tried so hard to move on and I know you deserve someone better. Someone who will be here with you all the time and someone who doesn’t have to be across the world half the time. But fuck, I’m so in love with you and I just need you to know that it’s okay to not be ready and it’s okay if you don’t want this-” you leaned over and pressed your lips to his, placing your hand on his cheek. He brought his hands to your waist and pulled you closer.

“Hey um sorry to interrupt,” Aaliyah said walking into the room causing you guys to break apart,“ but um Mom and Dad wanted me to come check on you guys. I’m pretty sure they think you’re having sex or something.” Shawn’s cheek’s flushed red and you laughed.

“Okay, tell them we’ll be there in a minute,” you smiled.

“I will and it took you guys long enough,” she teased before walking out of the room. You turned towards Shawn.

“Hey, Shawn?”

“Yeah?”

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

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

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

Shawn shouldn’t be staring at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Hailey Baldwin and you, any comments?”

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

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

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

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

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

That’s what you told yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

“H-hi, um I’m-”

“Y/N. I know.”

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

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

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

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

“You did?”

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

“Can’t get much worse…”

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

You wanted him by your side forever.

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

“Alright Y/N, your move.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Honey, you did so well.”

“I could not have done that without you.”

“I wasn’t gonna let you either way.”

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

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

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay. Just a little longer, yeah?”

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

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

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

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

“Can I stay with you?”

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

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

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

“Thanks, man.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

“C’mon then, let’s get some sleep.”

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

You looked so pretty like this.

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

You looked gorgeous like this.

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

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

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

You nodded through your yawn.

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

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

“Yeah, thank you.”

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

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

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

“Bubba, everything is perfect.”

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

“There is one thing…”

He almost missed the mumble against his neck.

“Baby?”

“Wake up with me?”

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

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

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

“Bubba?”

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

“Your move.”

Camila is on one of the covers for People en Español’s Mas Bellos de 2020 (most beautiful issue).