I Don’t Know What It’s Like To Be You

ok so now think of one native american cartoon character you know of or a sports team relating to native americans whether it’s their actual name or their team logo, or a town you live in or near with a “native” name bet a lot of these things came to you right away i bet you didn’t even have to think 

...the Islam family opened a room in their spacious restaurant to medics, who set up a makeshift field hospital. Ms. Islam said she saw at least 200 people come in and out on both Tuesday and Wednesday night. Some needed to catch their breath after inhaling tear gas, she said. One woman had been hit in the eye by a rubber bullet, damaging her vision. A rubber bullet tore open the back of another man’s neck. When he fell unconscious, the medics laid him out on a table.

it doesn’t feel like christmas

Hello, again, pretty people! How are you today?

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“Peter, Dinner is ready…” Shawn waited for him to come running like every day, but he didn’t. So he went up the stairs to his room, figuring he was too concentrated with his toys.

“Pete? Dinner is… hey, what happened, Baby? Why are you crying?”

“D-da-dad”

“I am here, you can tell me, Honey. What’s going on, hm?”

“My heart… my heart hur-hurts.”

“Why is does it hurt, Little one?”

“Ethan didn’t… he didn’t invite me for his par-party Daddy.”

“Oh, I am sorry, Pete.”

“He told me I couldn’t go, be-because…”

“Hey, hey, deep breath… in…. and out… yeah, that’s good.”

“Because his parents didn’t want…”

“They didn’t want you to go?”

“No, he told me I- I would steal the party.”

“What?”

“They wanted the party to-to be in the newspaper…”

“Okay?”

“He said… He said if I went, my picture would be in there instead-instead of his, because of you, daddy.”

“That’s so Fu… that’s…. Baby, I am so sorry that happened, so so sorry.”

“It’s not yo-your fault, daddy.”

“We don’t have to invite him to your party if you don’t want to…”

“No, Daddy, I want to.”

“You do?”

“Mhm… I-I don’t want him to fe-feel like I am feeling now.”

“Oh, Baby, you are the best little person ever! You know that? I love you so so much!”

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omg i was hoping someone would request this hehe 

11. “I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil on accident and now im about to pass out.”

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You’re in the kitchen preparing lunches for the week when a pair of strong arms twine around you, Shawn’s chin finding a resting place on your head as he leans into you firmly. You have to grab onto the counter to steady yourself before glancing up to swipe a quick kiss across his jawbone. 

“Whoa, there, babe. You’re like seventy pounds bigger than me.” Still, you can’t help but melt into his touch, heart beating against your ear as you rest on his chest. 

“Can I have some coffee?” he mumbles quietly, playing with your fingers as he rocks gently back and forth. 

You raise an eyebrow at his request. “Shawn, it’s three in the afternoon.” 

“Mhm, but I’m tired.” Shawn tugs you away from the stove and spins you into his arms, letting out a contented sigh once you’re nestled safe within his grasp. Even without glancing upward, you know his eyes have fluttered shut when his hand that’s resting on your back falters from its position slightly. 

“Why?” You smile softly as you look up at him, cupping his cheek in your hand, and he seems to fall into your touch, eyes weary and sleepy. 

“It’s dumb.” 

“You were fine this morning,” you tell him, shooting him a pointed look as your hands wander up his cold stomach. 

“I, uh, I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil on accident and now I’m about to pass out,” he admits sheepishly, running a hand through his curls. You stifle a snort, ducking your head as you try to hide your grin. “It’s not funny!” 

“It’s a little funny,” you tell him with a smirk, but he’s pouting so adorably that you can’t help but pull him in for another tight hug. “Don’t think coffee’s gonna be the answer, bubs.” 

“Can we cuddle the sleepy away?” Shawn’s question is so blunt that you can’t help but grin into his chest. Sure, your boyfriend’s cute all the time, but nothing compares to a tired Shawn when all he wants to do is curl up next to you. 

“I don’t know…” you say teasingly, and Shawn’s lips curl into a pout again. 

“Y/N, come on! I wanna cuddle,” Shawn complains, and you finally give in with a tiny giggle, letting him pull you towards your bedroom. Before you can protest, Shawn’s already tugged you onto the bed, and you land square in the middle of his chest as he moves the two of you under the blankets.  

Shawn’s legs move on top of yours as he nestles closer to you, sighing happily once he’s finally found a comfortable position. His arms are wrapped neatly around you, and you can’t keep the tiny smile from your lips as your head burrows deeper into the plush pillow underneat you.

The warmth of Shawn’s body pressed up against yours sends a thrill of heat down your spine as you curl into him tighter, and your fingers absent-mindedly find one of his curls as your eyes flutter shut. “I love you, Shawn,” you whisper quietly, a familiar smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

But your rockstar’s already fast asleep. 

sleepy / cozy blurb night ♡

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A/N: Hi, I’m avoiding finishing my assignment, so enjoy. The prompt was “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

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The clock on your bedside table read two am when you woke up. The other side of the bed was cold, and you immediately sat up, turning the lights on to reassure yourself Shawn was home. His bags were in a corner of the room, still not fully unpacked, and it made you feel better although you wished he could have been in bed with you.

“What are you doing up?” You walked up behind Shawn sitting at the piano, his hand quietly dancing on the keys while you set yours on his shoulders, immediately feeling him relax his muscles to correct his posture.

“I’m so jet lagged,” He didn’t stop playing, simply talking over the melody. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” You saw him shuffle to the left so that you could sit next to him.

“What’s keeping you up?” He swiftly changed the piece he was playing to something he had written for you a few years ago, and you leaned your head on his shoulder, smiling when you recognised your melody.

Request:  an angsty blurb where raul forgets readers bday

(You asked for angst, and I’m annoyed so here you go) 

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The day had completely passed. 

You hadn’t heard a peep. Not a single fucking thing from Raul. He’d posted on instagram that he was with Shawn and Peter, that they were having a brothers day. 

You were really hoping it was a decoy to make you think he forgot but then surprise you with a party or gift or something. But no, he’s just sent you a ‘goodnight honey’ text and hasn’t been active on social media for over an hour. 

The clock strikes 12:01, and it’s officially not your birthday anymore, and officially time to admit that your boyfriend forgot.

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Raul calls you the next morning, but you let it go to voicemail not having a enough energy to deal with that yet. Not being able to have the heart to tell yourself you’re done. 

The man can barely spare you enough time to text you back, why were you putting yourself through the heartache of feeling like you weren’t enough? It’s a new year for you, 22 only comes once, and you’re not gonna waste it being played and toyed with. 

You saw on the snap map and him and Shawn were at the gym, so you ran over to the boys apartment, ready to get your shit and be done. What you weren’t counting on was Peter to be in the living room.

“Y/n?” 

You jumped and looked over at the boy in nasa pajama pants and his glasses. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I just needed to get something.” You cover for yourself. “Raul gave me a key.” 

“Oh, okay.” He shrugs, going back to eating his cereal and watching Friends. You sighed and stared at him for a moment, taking in the fact that not only would you lose Raul but you’d lose one of your closest friends with him. 

You and Peter got along really well. He’s the reason why you met Raul, and it hurt to know that he’d probably side with his brother.

You wipe your tear quickly and rushed to Raul’s room. You brought an empty bag and quickly started filling it with your things. It’s amazing to you how much your life had migrated to his room. You found books and sweaters, clothes and make up. 

By the time you finished and were sure you had everything you looked around the room noticing how empty it looked and felt now. You walked out the door, shutting it behind you letting the sound of the latch be the sound to snap the chord. 

You rushed by Peter and mumbled a quick ‘bye’ and setting your key on the counter before you broke down in sobs. It was too much, and you needed a moment. 

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Raul and Shawn were laughing as they walked into their apartment, going straight to the kitchen for cold water. 

“Hey, there you are I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.” Peter rushed in after Raul. 

He knew something wasn’t okay. Y/n’s never come over on her own, and never rushed out like that before. She’s always chilled and hung out. 

At this point Raul as spotted the key on the counter and looks to Peter with furrowed eyes. “Is Y/n here?” He turns to stick his head into the living room. “Baby?” 

“No she’s not here.” Peter shoots Shawn a look.

“Why is her key here?”

“Because she was here.” 

“She never forgets her key.” Raul picks it up, sticking it in his pocket. “I’ll give it back to h-”

“She left it here on purpose Raul.” Peter interrupts him. “She showed up right after you had left, said she forgot something here, rushed into your room with an empty bag, and left in a rush with a full bag and tears streaming down her face.” 

Raul set his glass down and stared at his brother. “What?” 

“She didn’t look okay Raul. I was getting ready to ask her what was going on but she literally ran out of here like something was chasing her.” 

Raul looked around, and it’s like the words clicked. She walked in with an empty bag and left with a full one. He runs past his brothers to his room and almost crumbles at the sight of her things missing. 

Shawn and Peter run in after him to see him crying in the middle of the floor. 

“What happened Raul?” Shawn asked.

“I don’t know.” 

“Well how was she yesterday?” Peter shrugged.

“I didn’t see her yesterday.” 

“Wait,” Peter held up a hand. “What kind of fucking boyfriend doesn’t see his girlfriend on her birthday.” 

“Her what?” Raul looks up with wide eyes. 

“Her birthday.” 

“Oh my god.” Raul scrambles for his phone, dialing your number. 

When your parents decide to travel with your best friend’s family that you haven’t talked to in a while, who you have a massive secret crush on, what could go wrong, right? Right?! (best friends to lovers)

*It’s my first series, hope you love it!

*Word Count: 6.3k

*Warnings: cursing, slight angst and Shawnie boy being cute.

*Posted: December , 2019

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Pants? Check! Gloves? Check! Fuzzy socks? Check! Charger? Check! Passport? Check! Phone? Shit! Where’s it again?! Oh, yeah, I’m holding it.

I rolled my eyes to my own stupidity finishing my mental packing checklist. I think I might have everything I needd with me. Well, I’ll only find out whenever I need something from across the ocean and notice that I probably forgot it on top of the sea of clothes that I decided not to pack laying on top of my bed.

I don’t even know why I’m so apprehensive about this whole family trip thing. We always travel together at least once a year, the only difference is that this time, the Mendes’ family would be joining us, which wasn’t the first time as well. I mean, maybe the first time in a few years, but still, nothing that I haven’t been through before. Shawn is not even going to be joining us! I mean, not that I care.

The buzz from my nightstand captured my attention from my thoughts and I stretched as best as I could to reach for my phone without getting up from the soft spot on my bed. I internally rolled my eyes at the photo of my younger sister lighting up the screen.

“Sup, kiddo?”

“I’m not a kid anymore, you know?” She said trying to contain the anger laced on her tone.

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say, kiddo”

“God, sometimes I really hate you”

“Awn, I love you too, Flo, so, why did call the most amazing human being on the whole wide world?”

“Y/N, seriously, you’re so annoying”

“Whatever, but, ‘seriously’” I said mocking her tone, earning a light chuckle from the other side of the line “what can I do for ya?”

“I’m just calling you to check if things are ready, mom’s been driving me crazy” Florence said and I swear to God that I could imagine her rolling her eyes in annoyance, but I could not blame her.

several points could be made about the picture paired with this one BUT, here’s some more fluff for ya

word count: 2.4k

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“Shawn! You can’t do that! A red turtle shell, really?” Y/N exclaimed, taking one hand off her Wii remote to angrily point at the large television in his living room. “I was winning. That was really low,” Se pouted with a light giggle before focusing back on the race determined to get ahead of him again. They were playing another round of Mario Kart filled with endless amounts of giggles, light kisses and some major competition.

Clutching onto the Wii remotes, the two of them sat close together on the couch, knees touching as they moved their remotes like a steering wheel to move the car in the correct direction. They had practically played every single course on the game, but Shawn wasn’t even close to being done playing yet. He loved doing small things like this with her. It was so ordinary but with Y/N everything became a million times better and he savored the simple moments more than anything.

Even though they had only been dating for about seven months, Shawn already knew he loved her. The words had been caught in his throat for months now but he never said them, too scared of her reaction or if the moment was right. 

But he loved every single thing about this girl. The way her bright smile made him happier than anything else in the world, how he felt at home whenever she was in his arms, the way she blushed before kissing him. He adored how she didn’t care what others thought about her and would dance with him in the streets or in the park just to prove it.

this is a super cute prompt/idea! hope you like this little blurb!

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Mendes. He’s in his office.” The receptionist said cheerfully the moment she saw you. The entire floor was busy meaning it was a nonstop work day. Almost all of Shawn’s co-workers recognized you now after the countless visits when you have stopped in to see Shawn on his lunch break over the last four years. But today, it was your first time coming in after the wedding and honeymoon.

You weren’t sure anyone would refer to you as Shawn’s wife, even though they all knew why he took three weeks off and several of them had been invited to the wedding. But hearing the receptionist call you “Mrs. Mendes” sent your heart into a flutter at the unfamiliar, yet new name and you loved it so much.

Clutching the bouquet of sunflowers in your hand, you smiled kindly at the lady behind the desk. “Thank you so much.” You said happily before heading in the direction of Shawn’s office. 

As the CEO of a major company in Toronto, Shawn didn’t have much free time after the two of you returned from the honeymoon. There were a million things to be done and because he was in charge, Shawn was needed at every moment. So today, you decided to surprise him with lunch and flowers and spend the afternoon with him.

“Y/N! It was only a matter of time until you showed up here. After Shawn came back, I was counting the days until your first visit.” Connor laughed as he stood from his desk and opened his arms out wide.

“Hey Con.” You chuckle in response as you hug him quickly. “Busy today?” 

“Mhm. We’ve got a huge settlement later so we’re getting ready to seal the deal. Well really, Shawn is. We’re just doing all the other work.” Connor joked playfully, tucking his hands into his suit jacket pockets as he glanced at the flowers and bag of food in your hands. “Man, you’re already going all out. He’ll be so excited to see you though. All he talks about anymore is how much he misses his wife.”

A wild blush crept into your cheeks at your friend’s words. It truly hadn’t sunk in yet that you were married to the love of your life and now, you’re not Shawn’s girlfriend or fiancée, but his wife.

“You’ll know the feeling once you get married.” You admit with a shrug of your shoulders and Connor laughs heartily.

“One day, but I’ll leave that to you right now. Go get him, Mrs. Mendes.” He smiled brightly before sitting in his seat again and nodding towards the door of Shawn’s office. Quickly waving his way, you turned on your heel and gently knocked on the glass door that led to the room Shawn practically lived in outside of the house.

Glancing in, you saw Shawn standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows behind his desk as he held a deep conversation over a call. One hand was resting on his hip as he held the phone to his ear and his shirt stretched over his torso perfectly, making you admire him for a moment longer. Knocking again, Shawn turned at the noise and a breathtaking smile bloomed across his lips.

“I’ve got to go, we’ll take later.” Shawn said seriously as he opened the door, but pure happiness was radiating off of him as you entered the office that you have spent so much time with him in. Ending the call, he immediately pulled you into his arms before pressing a long, warm kiss to your lips. “Hi baby.”

“Hey bubs. I brought lunch and these are for you.” You said sweetly, pulling away slightly to lift up the bag that contained the food and then showed him the yellow flowers. Shawn’s eyes sparkled with love as he looked at you, nothing but bliss evident on his face.

“I love you so much, you know that?” Shawn whispered adorably, peppering light kisses all over your face, making you giggle and your heart soar.

“I love you too.” You say softly, nudging your nose against his before leading him over to his desk. As you were placing the bouquet into a vase on the glass tabletop and Shawn pulled out the boxes of takeout you brought, you couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot.

“What’s up, sweetheart? You’re extremely smiley today.” Shawn asked with a giggle, his gaze catching yours.

“Nothing. It’s just, it’s the first time I’ve been here since we got married and everyone was calling me Mrs. Mendes and it made me so happy for some reason. I’m really living out my dreams with you and I can’t believe it.” You confess joyfully, the feeling of love spreading through your body. Shawn was practically beaming at your words and he leaned across the desk to kiss you tenderly. 

thank you for this prompt/idea! hope you enjoy this little blurb!

Shawn could see it in your eyes that something was wrong. They had a distant look to them instead of the usual brightness Shawn adored so much. With all the running around backstage before the show, he had failed to see it before, but now as he sat down in his dressing room to relax before his set, he was starting to worry. 

You were curled up on the side of the couch, eyes closed and your head leaning back against the cushions. He could tell you were in pain but didn’t know the exact reason.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What can I do to help?” Shawn rambled immediately, placing his hand on your knee as you slowly looked at him.

“I don’t know, Shawn.” You admitted with tears in your eyes. “My stomach just hurts so bad and no matter what I do, it doesn’t go away.” The words tumbled out of your mouth as you explained and Shawn felt his heart drop at the sight of you.

“Like cramps or a stomachache?” He asked gently, knowing the right things to help for either of those issues. You think for a moment, trying to pinpoint how the pain in your stomach felt.

“Like a stomachache. I don’t think I ate anything bad so I have no idea what could be causing it.” You mumble, switching positions to lean your head on Shawn’s shoulder and cuddle into him. His arm instinctively wraps around your body, holding you close before pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head.

“How about I get you some painkillers, a bottle of water and we can cuddle until I have to go on? You’re the most important thing and I want you to feel better so don’t even try to argue that I need to focus on the show.” Shawn stated softly, making sure to shut down your stubborn protests before you could say anything.

With a simple nod, Shawn slowly got up to get the medicine and water like promised. He was back in less than a minute and waited patiently as you swallowed before wrapping his arms around your body. You instantly relaxed into his touch, grateful that he was here to ease the pain of a silly stomachache.

“Thank you, love.” You whispered quietly, cuddling in closer to him and Shawn smiled warmly. 

game night

synopsis: you and shawn have friends over for game night 

warnings: minor cussing and ofc.. fluff 

word count: 876

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“UNO!” you yell. 

the loud groans were almost music to your ears. you loved the sound of victory. looking around the room made you laugh as they were all in a state of shock by your 5th win of the night. all wins being in entirely different games.

 you and shawn had invited a few friends over for game night, something you two always did whenever you were back in toronto. and let’s just say things had gotten pretty aggressive… as did every game night you’ve ever had.

“that’s like your third win in a row,” shawn says while taking a sip of his beer, “IN A ROW!” he repeats in your ear making you squeal. his breath reeks of alcohol but you don’t care. 

“it’s like my 5th actually,” you boop his nose, “you guys fucking suck,” you sneer making them roll their eyes, “and you all owe me 20 bucks.” 

brian nudges shawn’s arm as if he was expecting shawn to step in and say no one had to pay but all he did was shrug his shoulders.

“her money is my money so on this i will participate,” shawn raises his hands in defeat.

you raised an eyebrow at him, “yeah? well you owe me 20 too mendes,” you extend your hand out, “your money is my money baby.” 

the little oooh’s from your friends echoed the living room making shawn roll his eyes. as he struggled to lift his butt off the ground to grab his wallet, you go and grab the rest of the money from everybody, making funny faces at them as you do so. 

“bro you must’ve planned this,” connor says handing you the money, “you’re taking all our money!” his voice cracks making shawn tilt his head back in laughter. 

“oh my god, such a cry baby,” you tease while grabbing his cheek.  

when you sit back down next to shawn he already has the 20 dollar bill in hand. he was frowning like a little baby but he had it in hand ready to admit defeat.

“thank you, i know this must be very hard for you bub,” you frown back. 

he scoffs at you. shawn has always been a sore loser, even more when there’s alcohol involved. 

“you are such a sore loser babe,” you say placing a hand on the back of his neck.

he shakes his head, “am not!” 

“shawn you’ve been frowning and pouting all night,” you exclaim, “you’re more of a baby than connor!” 

shawn shrugs and wraps his arms around your waist and lays his head on your thighs. you smile at the sight of him before running your hands through his hair, making a soft hum leave his lips. 

“kiss me. it’ll make me feel better,” he whines. he’d just finished his 6th beer of the night meaning the alcohol was probably starting to hit him. he’s always clingy and demanding when he’s drunk. 

you motion him to sit back up and he doesn’t waste any time in doing what he’s told. you laugh as he struggles to sit up straight. once he’s up he pouts his lips and waits for you to kiss them. he’s such a baby you think to yourself. 

you lean in slowly and press your lips against his. he almost moans at the contact.

“all better?” you ask while still having your hands on the side of his face.

he shakes his head and pouts his lips again leaning into your touch like a puppy, “one more.”

and so you oblige and kiss the desperate boy. he smiles into the kiss making you chuckle.

“you know,” brian starts grabbing yours and shawn’s attention, “sometimes i think i wanna be in a relationship but then i look at you two and i want to stay single forever.”

you put a hand to your chest and pretend to be hurt making brian laugh. 

“fuck you dude!” shawn said throwing a pillow at brian’s direction and missing terribly. the alcohol was probably affecting his vision now.

after about an hour and a half everyone finally went home. leaving you and shawn to deal with the biggest mess you think you’ve ever seen. from pizza boxes, beer bottles, blankets and even pieces of paper the group used to write down the scores scattered all over your living room. 

“do you think i’m a loser?” shawn asks softly. 

you turn to him. he was now shirtless and laying face down on the couch. you let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of him, he was so drunk you thought to yourself.

“at board games? yes. at life? no.” you say grabbing a blanket and gently covering up your boyfriend’s exposed back. 

he hums softly and grabs your hand, “you sure i don’t suck?” 

you kneel down to be face to face with him

“i’m pretty sure that you’re perfect in everything that you do,” you run your hands through his hair, “you’re a winner in my eyes, bub.”

he murmurs a soft i love you before completely passing out on the couch. 

this assistant concept is so cute wow, i hope you like this little blurb!

He was stressed. You knew this. His hands had been nervously running through his curls all day and there was that lonely look in his beautiful hazel eyes. It pained you to see him in such a state, but there was only one more interview lined up for today and then he could relax until the show.

But Shawn was making your job particularly hard due to all the weight on his shoulders. 

“Shawn, are you ready? We have to be at the radio station by two and it’s already one. They need time to prep you and it wouldn’t look good to show up late.” You asked, pushing the door open to his dressing room. He had just finished soundcheck and Andrew scheduled an interview in the free time before the actual show later.

“I thought it was at three?” Shawn questioned, removing his eyes from the Fifa game he was playing with Brian to glance at you. 

“No,” You shook your head in response, looking at your watch. “You have meet and greets starting at three.” The words tumbled out of your mouth as you mentally went through his schedule which you had memorized at this point.

“You’re sure?” Shawn pressed, concentrated on the game instead of you.

“I’m sure, Shawn. My whole job revolves around your schedule so how could I forget? Let’s go.” You state with a little more attitude than usual to get him to pay attention and that’s when Shawn’s gaze finally meets yours.

“Yeah, I know because all you do is follow me around like a lost puppy. I can do things on my own you know.” Shawn spat angrily and instantly you felt shock ripple through your body at his harsh words. He had never spoken to you like that before and even Brian’s eyes widened at what his best friend had said.

Tears sprung to your eyes, but you desperately tried to hide how you were feeling. Despite everything, you worked incredibly hard to be on Shawn’s team and being his assistant was one of the most demanding positions. Hearing him undermine you like that hurt more than anything.

Turning on your heel and leaving the room, you let out a sob as you heard Shawn call after you. Before you could think about anything except the ache in your heart, you rushed down the hallway to the furthest room from Shawn.

But just as you made it to the green room, collapsing on a couch and letting your tears flow freely, the door opened again. Shawn stepped in with a look of worry painted across his face and when he saw you, he didn’t hesitate to wrap you up in a tight hug. Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, he held you impossibly closer to his body.

“I’m so sorry, honey. I didn’t mean that at all. I’ve been so stressed lately and I know I shouldn’t take it out on you, but I can’t believe I said that. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know and truthfully without you, I’d be completely lost.” Shawn admitted, lifting his head and cradling your cheeks in his large palms. With the pads of his thumbs, he wiped away your tears and felt his heart break at how he caused the pain you were feeling.

“It’s o-okay,” You started speaking between sobs, but Shawn shook his head which made a few chocolate curls fall over his forehead. His gaze was apologetic and full of sadness as he looked into your eyes.

“No, it’s not okay. I was rude and said hurtful words that I didn’t mean. Your job is so incredibly important not just to me, but the whole team. You’ve saved my ass more times than I count and you double as my best friend. I truly don’t know what I’d do without you and everything I said was completely uncalled for. I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life.” Shawn explained softly, his voice cracking with emotion as he spoke and rested his forehead against yours. 

“Can we get milkshakes after this interview?” You ask quietly. It was your tradition with Shawn to get milkshakes whenever the other was upset about something and since he was stressed and your heart needed a little time to recover, it seemed the perfect fix.

thank you for the prompt/idea! hope you like this little blurb! (kinda got carried away with this one oops)

Shawn came home to a silent condo and immediately knew something was wrong. Usually when you were home alone while he spent the day at the studio, he always opened the door to see you dancing around to your favorite songs or cleaning the house, working on assignments for school.

But today, the door revealed an eerily quiet condo that was always bursting with life. It was Shawn’s first clue that something was off.

Then he noticed that your coat was gone along with your favorite pair of Vans which were both always sitting right by the front door.

An aching stab went through Shawn’s heart as the thought of you not being home entered his mind and he desperately wanted to believe that you were upstairs in your shared bedroom, all snuggled up and asleep.

Shaking his head which made this curls fall over his forehead, he slowly approached the staircase to hopefully put his worried thoughts to rest.

But when he was met with an empty bedroom, Shawn began to stress.

Racking his brain to think if you had told him about any plans today or going out with friends but coming up with nothing, he rushed downstairs again to call you. The phone rang over and over again as he nervously tapped his foot against the tiled floor on the kitchen.

“Please pick up, baby. Please,” Shawn begged as the call went to voicemail again, your cheery voice floating through the speakers.

After several failed attempts of getting a hold of you and sending a bunch of texts, Shawn decided to call the next person who would hopefully have a clue about where his girlfriend was at the moment.

“Connor?” Shawn asked immediately as he heard some rustling on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, hey Shawn. What’s up? Everything okay?” He questioned, hearing the concern dripping from his friend’s words. Out of everyone on the team and crew, you had gotten the closest with Connor and practically became his very best friend. So Shawn knew that he had to have some idea about what was going on.

“Have you talked to Y/N recently? I just got home and she’s not here along with her coat and shoes which usually means she’s on a walk. But I don’t know man, I’m really worried. She always lets me know what’s going on when I’m at the studio.” Shawn rambled frantically, tugging at his curls as he paced the room.

“She did let you know, but you didn’t listen.” Connor cut him off and Shawn froze, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Con, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shawn stated, trying to figure out what his friend was getting at.

“She called you at the studio today, but didn’t have much time to explain herself before you told her she was being clingy and interrupting the writing session.” Connor explained softly, knowing the words were going to hurt Shawn. And sure enough, he felt a pang of guilt hit him as his heart completely dropped.

“I said that. I really said that to her.” Shawn whispered in disbelief, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that he hurt the girl who meant the most to him. He promised that he wouldn’t ever do exactly this and today, because of the pressure, he did. “I’ve gotta go, Connor.” He said quickly before ending the call and rushing to grab his keys again.

By the time he got in the Jeep and drove to the nearby park that had a beautiful view of Lake Ontario, one of your favorite places, his nerves were through the roof but he knew you would be here.

You were sitting on your usual bench with your eyes focused on the horizon and despite everything, Shawn couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of you. A weight was lifted off his shoulders that you were okay and he didn’t waste any time to rush over to you.

“Baby,” Shawn whispered gently, approaching the bench as your head lifted at the sound of his voice. The brightness of your eyes was dulled a little and he immediately noticed. “What are doing here?” He asked, sitting next to you and intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Just took a walk. Didn’t want to bother you anymore when you got home.” You mumbled quietly, hesitantly meeting Shawn’s gaze and he knew he messed up. The stress of the studio shouldn’t have made him snap and make you upset.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said on the phone and you certainly aren’t clingy or bothering me, ever. You never call when I’m at the studio, but the one time you did when you needed me, I took my stress out on you which wasn’t right.” Shawn explained tenderly, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand and pouring his emotions into each word.

“I’m sorry if you think I’m clingy. I just, it’s hard sometimes not to miss you even when you’re so close and I hate calling you at the studio, but I-I needed you.” Y/N admitted as tears began pooling in her beautiful eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks.

Shawn couldn’t take it anymore and pulled her in close for a tight, warm hug. She nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck as he soothingly rang his fingers through your hair.

“I don’t think you’re clingy at all, baby. If anything, I’m the clingy one. But I really love that you’re always with me and your kisses, hugs, cuddles and everything else make my days so much better. I don’t know what I would do without you, truly. I was so overwhelmed when you called earlier and I shouldn’t have said what I did because it’s not true.” Shawn rambled, feeling the emotions bubble up in his chest.

“I love you so much. More than you’ll ever know. And I can’t ever say it enough. I’m sorry for making you upset, I promise it won’t happen again.” His voice was full of adoration as he apologized while confessing his love for the girl that stole his heart.

“I love you too, bubs.” You murmur in reply and Shawn squeezed you a little bit closer. The familiar feeling of home and safety enveloped you in his embrace and love filled your heart.

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The morning light shone through their Toronto apartment. The light giving a yellow hue to the white bedroom. He opens his eyes, but then closes them again, still not adjusted to the sunlight. He rubs his eyes to get rid of the sleep then tries to turn, but he feels a pressure on his chest. He looks down and is met with dark, curly hair strewn about on his chest, the even breathing coming out her slightly chapped lips. The light glowing on her tan colored skin. Her own natural highlight. He throws his head against the headboard of the bed and smiles.

Last night was amazing.

Their clothes still outside the bedroom door shows how eager they both were. The memory of their moans and grunts brings a larger smile to his face. He could live like this forever.

Then the urge to pee comes to him.

He groans softly, not wanting to wake her up. He scoots down to her level and wraps his arms around her, all without waking her up. He takes in a breath, the scent of her filling his nostrils. He admires her soft, sleeping facial features and he thinks, ‘I got so lucky’. He tightens his arms around her and nuzzles his head in between her neck, he kisses the soft skin, before letting go of her and walking to the bathroom.

He returns to the bedroom, a pair of boxers loose around his hips, his hands cold from the water he just washed his hands in the sink.

He walks back into the bed room, and finds his girl sleeping in a new position. Her bare back was on display, the white sheet in contrast to her darker skin is now at her hips. Her small, sleepy face smushed into her pillow, her dark curls falling around her face and back. Beautiful. The grin on his face is endless as he walks back to the bed and crawls his way to her. He starts to kiss at her hip, where the sheet and her smooth skin meet, slightly kissing the sheet. He makes his way up her torso and as he’s mid way he feels her start to shift under his touch. He places a hand on her waist and continues kissing. He pecks at her shoulder and realizes that she has lifted her head up a little in an uncomfortable way, but she smiles nonetheless, because it’s her boy, her everything and then and there she realizes she could wake up like this every day and never get tired of it.

She grins widely at the realization and at him, his face slightly red from the slumber, his tangled curls atop his head call her name to tame, emphasizing the sleep he recently woken up from and their actions from last night. He grins back, leaves one more peck on her shoulder before whispering “morning” and continues up to her cheek. She smiles with teeth now and whispers back “good morning” before falling back on the pillow. He kisses her one last time before turning around and landing on his side of the bed and turns to her. He could do this all day. Nothing but stare in her eyes, his favorite thing to do. He reaches under the covers for her hand, and once he finds a smooth finger, he wraps his hand out it, and he stares into the dark flecks in her eyes. God, he’s got it bad for her and for the first time today, he pecks her lips, all of the loves he’s feeling right now pouring into it. They pull away and she smiles “I love you too” She turns and sits on the edge of the bed. She pushes her hair out of her face, the dark curls cascading down her back. She stretches, arching her back. His eyes widen a little as he watches her. He smirks just a little, the memory of him on top of her flooding his mind. ‘I can make her arch her back’ he thinks. He admires her a little more, the sunlight a beautiful aura around her figure. He scoots behind her, wrapping his muscular arms around her and pulling her on his lap. She places her arms above his. He leans in a puts his head on her shoulder after kissing it, she leans back and turns her face to him and kisses his temple. He kisses her neck and leaves his face there.

“You okay?” She asks him, rubbing her cold nose against his cheek. He nods against her neck

“Jus’ love you” he looks up and looks at her face, the sunlight hitting her cheekbones all in the right places. He kisses her cheek and smiles at her.

“Wanna help me make breakfast?” She asks, rubbing his tattooed arms.

Without answering, he gets up, his arms still wrapped around her, as he walks out the bedroom and to the kitchen, still stark naked. He keeps her in his arms, her feet dangling, because she’s that much shorter than him.

She giggles and squirms in his hold, “Can I at least put on some clothes?” He shakes his head then keeps walking.

“Baby! Shawn, just one article of clothes. Please?”

He sighs and turns around, adjusting her in his arms and walks back to the bedroom. He grabs a shirt of his and shoved it to her chest. “You know honey, I need you to let go of me to put it on” he sighs and puts her down.

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“You have to go to the studio today?” She asks as she watches him put their dirty plates in the sink and turn on the faucet. She watches as his back muscles flex under his skin. She notices the red scratches on his back, blushing at the memory him making her feel so good she couldn’t hold herself back.

“Are you even listening to me (y/n)?” She comes back to reality, her cheeks a darker shade of red from her naughty thoughts and being caught staring and the god like human she calls her boyfriend.

She runs a hand through her unruled curly hair, avoiding his eyes, “Uh..of course”

He dries his hands and turns to me, leaning on the counter “Oh really? Then what did I say?” He smirks, his biceps flexing involuntarily. She clears her throat and plays with her fingers.

“Um, you,”

“It’s okay baby. I get it, you can’t resist me” he smiles, his pearly whites shining at her.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

They laugh together for the rest of the morning. The sun not as bright. He gets up from the living room to get ready for the studio.

He walks back in, black skinny jeans hugging his thighs and ass in all the right places. A yellow button up shirt around his torso, still not buttoned. His black boots in his hand. She giggles “Do you need help?” She asks him, standing in front of him, already buttoning his shirt.

He kisses her head and smiles sweetly down at her “Thanks, sweet”. She kissed his chest before buttoning his last button then patting his chest “Alright, go”. She smiles up at him, then walks back around the couch but she’s pulled back, his arms wrapped around her from behind. He kisses the shell of her ear and hugs her tightly. “I love you, I’ll be back soon.” She nods against him “Go be a rockstar for me” she says as she walks him out. She watches him get into his Jeep, watches as he blows her a kiss and drives off, the sunlight blinding her as she watches her boyfriend disappear and walks back in their apartment.

Please bare with me, this is my first Shawn fic! Sorry for any mistakes, enjoy and let me know what you think!

oooo, you got my little heart going.

You were coddled into his side on the little hammock, giggles slipping from your lips and you tried not to move in fear of the hanging bed snapping, which only made Shawn laugh harder. 

“Stop, laughing, your whole giraffe body shakes and we’re gonna fucking fall.” You stutter between laughs, sides aching from doing so much of it but Shawn still holds you close to his side as he calms down. 

The sun was setting, a gorgeous orange glow illuminating the skylight and treetops from the little Studio cabin you were occupying in Malibu. 

Shawn wore checkered pyjama pants and a black t-shirt, you in his old flannel and a pair of his boxers underneath. The air was still warm with a fresh breeze and you knew this was a moment in time you’d forever remember and treasure. 

“Beautiful sunset, beautiful girl.” Shawn listed off with a sigh of content, a blush creeping its way up your neck and you snuggled closer into his side. 

“Got so fuckin’ lucky.” He chuckled to himself, kissing the top of your head and you gaze up at him the best you could, heart swelling at the little smile that rested on his pink lips as he stared at the sunset. 

“I’m so in love with you.” You breathed out, fingers tracing his jawline and Shawn smiled down at you, gently grasping your wrist and you flatten your palm against his cheek.

Okay, I changed it a little bit!

You were nervous, to say the least. You were able to get a copy of the movie before anyone else, and before the premiere. So what did you do? You set up a  cute little date for you and Shawn. 

He was excited, that much you were certain of. Couldn’t stop telling you how proud he was, or hide his silly little grin. You were both cosy on the couch when the film started playing, snacks and bottles of Coke surrounding you as you sat between his legs. 

He laughed at all the funny parts, scoffed at all the chliche’s… but it was coming up to the end of the movie, and your stomach began to twist and churn at what you knew was about to happen. 

And just as your character took their last breath, you felt Shawn’s body tense from behind you, his grip on your waist tightening and as the scene continued to play out, he held his breath.

It didn’t matter that it was just a movie and that it wasn’t real. It felt like he’d just witnessed your death, watched you take your last breath and something about that freaked Shawn out to no end. 

He grabbed the remote and switched the TV off, snaking both arms around your middle until your back was completely snug against his chest. “Shawn,” you mumbled, brows furrowed but you felt him shake his head from behind you. 

“I love you, and you’re an incredible actress… but that felt too real.” He rasped in your ear, refusing to let go of you and you struggled to twist in his hold. 

You straddled his lap, hands holding his pink cheeks in your palms and you kissed his lips softly. “Not real, I’m here, promise.” You reassured him, hating the sudden silence and the way he got into his head.

“Just… promise me if you’re ever feeling low like that… promise me you’ll tell me?” He begged, eyes watering and you nodded your head furiously, kissing his lips repeatedly as you reassured him.