shawn imagines

Yes! blurbs again!! 

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Your head starts hurting and you know that a migraine is coming, but you’re too busy for a migraine right now so you try ignoring it as best as you can. Hawn is getting ready for his show, and you’re chillin with Brian, just getting a lot of different stuff Donne backstage and helping with whatever needs to get done. You’re the type of person that is unable to sit around and watch other people work or scramble, so you’re always helping when you’re with Shawn on tour. 

While the openers are onstage, things finally calm down a bit, and you return to Shawn’s dressing room where he’s warming up. When you take a seat on the couch and finally stop moving for what seems like the first time all day, the migraine that was only mildly bothering earlier seems to hit you full force. Shawn takes a seat next to you on the couch and he starts talking to you, but you can barely focus on him. 

“What’s wrong?” You finally hear him ask.

“Nothing,” You lie, “I’m fine.” You say, forcing yourself to look him in the eyes. He doesn’t call you out for lying right away, instead taking your word for it. 

A few minutes later, he’s asking again, trying to figure out what’s wrong, but again, you tell him that you’re fine. Before he goes onstage, he somehow gets everyone to leave the dressing room so that its just you two. “Baby,” He says, stress in his voice. “I know something is wrong. Are you upset at me? Did someone do or say something? Are you feeling sick?” He fires the questions at you too quickly for you to answer. “Please tell me what’s going on. I can’t go onstage without knowing if you’re okay.” 

This forces you to explain because you’re not going to let yourself be the reason why Shawn refuses to take the stage. “I’m fine, Shawn. Its just a migraine.” 

He searches your eyes, needing to know that you’re telling the truth. Finally, he nods. He leans in, kissing your forehead. “I wish you would have told me earlier. I could have helped. Or you should have gone to lie on the bus where its quiet.” He responds softly. 

“I’m okay.” You insist. 

The first trimester is hard. That is all you know right now, since you’re in the middle of it. Shawn has been doing promo for his new album, but he didn’t want you to travel with him because he knew that the pregnancy has been hard on you and didn’t want traveling to make things worse. Even though you didn’t tag along for all of his traveling, you still came to join him for a few days because you missed him and didn’t want to be away from him. 

You feel Shawn stirring in the bed, which pulls you from your sleep. You open your eyes just as he’s pulling the blanket over your body from where you kicked it off somewhere in the night. When he sees you looking at him, he leans down and kisses you lightly on the forehead, “Go back to sleep, baby.” He whispers. 

“What time is it?” You mumble. 

“Seven, I’ll be back by ten. You can order room service, or just text me if you want me to grab you something to eat on the way back.” He responds. 

“I’ll come with you.” You say, sitting up to get out of bed when a wave of nausea washes over you, so you pause, trying to gather yourself. 

“Whats wrong?” He asks, noticing that you’re not feeling great. 

“I just feel a little nauseous,” You admit, closing your eyes. Shawn takes a seat beside you, rubbing your back gently. 

“I think you should stay here, I’ll try to make the interview quick.” He says.

“I’m fine. This is normal.” You remind him. 

“But I don’t want you to have to go out if you’re feeling sick.” He responds. “Please, just rest here. Do you think toast will settle your stomach?” He questions. You manage to nod slightly, and he continues, “I’ll order you some toast and apple juice?” He questions waiting for your approval. When you offer a small nod, he helps you lay down before dialing room service.

this is all about being stressed and tired and having a hard day, but coming home to an empty house because Shawn has to go and be a mega star. Except for the house isn’t empty at all. Lots of internal angst and then super super super fluff. I really like this for some reason. Let me know if you fucks wit it. 

It was your fifth time in a row not getting home until after eight o'clock at night. There was so much tension in your shoulders that you had to keep consciously reminding yourself to let them drop. Your arms were full of your computer bag and your purse and your bag that held all of your work materials that would always find some way to come home with you. Your body was tired and maybe your soul was a little tired too, and you just were ready for the day to be over.

You opened the door to your apartment and the first thing you noticed was the gentle hum of the dishwasher. It was one of your favorite sounds. You found it soothing and it reminded you of deep cleaning on the weekend and the satisfaction of a pristine house. Since you had been working late every day that week there hadn’t been time to run the dishwasher at all, or do anything but pile the empty bowl of cereal you’d used as a sad excuse for dinner. Which lead you to wonder just who had felt the need to wash your dishes.

Summary: Y/n’s not feeling well, but refuses to let Shawn cancel on his friends. Shawn finds a way to take care of her anyway. 

A/n: I tried to incorporate some of the aspects that people seemed to like from Missed Flight, so I hope you enjoy! 

“I can’t come tonight.” You tell Shawn over the phone as you’re walking to your car.

“What? Why not?” He questions, and you can already tell he’s disappointed. You’re surprised because you didn’t think it was a big deal.

“You’re having the guys over, Shawn. I don’t want to crash your guys night.” You respond.

“Its not a guys night, y/n. Its just some friends, and I want you to be there.” You want to spend time with Shawn, you always do. And you genuinely enjoy spending time with his friends, but you’re determined to stand your ground and let Shawn have a nice night with his friends. He deserves it, and you don’t have to be there all the time.

“Shawn, go hang out with your friends. I’ll see you tomorrow and we’ll spend the day together, if you’re not hungover.” You respond with a smile, genuinely glad for him to have time with his friends and let loose because this is one of the few nights Shawn gets to be a regular Canadian teenager. 

“Move your legs over stegosaurus. You’re all up in my personal space.” Y/n spilled out laughing over how lanky looking his body was and shoving him with her book back into his seat.

The Air France flight was not as big as they expected. The fact that this was the only week taking flights straight to Amsterdam for the month would have to mean that the flights would be packed. Right? 

And surely a packed flight would be a a bigger airplane in order to fly out more people. Right? 

Well the couple was incorrect because not only did the flight no have first or business class, it had little to no leg room. 

Tiny gray leather-like material to accompany them squished next to each other, tray tables smaller than most average sized laptops, and windows as big as almost every normal sized tray tables. 

You would think with windows that big there should be more room in between people in order for other passengers to be able to look out, but no. 

Air France did them quiet dirty this time. 

The one good thing about the flight was the four seats in each row. An elderly couple in seat sections A and B on the left, across from them, and Shawn and y/n in seat sections D and C on the right. 

Her now knowing that they were sat so near each was meant Shawn would bound to become a little needy and clingy. 

She wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to handle his monster height and legs for a whopping seven hours and thirty five minutes. 

“The fuck you mean Stegosaurus? Do I look like a green hippo with some sharp triangle on my back?” Shawn huffed, rolling his eyes at his girl who had a habit of these crazy comparisons. 

Even all throughout her years English Honors and being told to chill with those similes in her creative writing prompts it didn’t stop her from doing them. 

She thought that if someone was able to understand them and love her for it, she’s glad it’s the dinosaur next to her. 

“Well, If you- here look.” She exasperated pointing to her phone, pulling up a picture of said stegosaurus, holding her book in her left hand.

The same hand that occupied that beautiful damn ring he proposed with not too long ago.

“I know what they look like. Can you tell me how I look green and spikey please?” He questioned throwing her bookmark into her book and tossing it closed into the compartment pocket of the chair in front of them. 

That was another good thing this airplane surprisingly had.

“H-hey I wasn’t done with that.” She pouted reaching for the book but Shawn’s also dino-like hands caught hers first. 

“Not until you explain to me how i look like that dinosaur.” He persuaded, now caressing her soft hands. 

“Fine.” She groaned. “First off if you look at it from like a side-ways angle it’s very long. Just like you and your massive fucking legs.”

“You know what else is-?” He started but got cut off with a “don’t you dare.”

“Second, have you seen your hair in the last three hours? It sure looks all spikey to me.” She giggled, her hand going to ruffle his brown curly locks. 

“W-why didn’t you tell me my hair was a mess. I probably looked like a fool.” He babbled out, trying to somehow fix that nest on his head. 

“Oh you definitely look like a fool.” She laughed again. “But my fool.” She smiled. 

“Mmhm.” He teased. 

“And the last thing is that it looks like one of the nicest dinos.” She said happily. 

“I thought you thought the tall long necked ones that only eat plants were the nicest.” He questioned with a smirk on his lips. 

“Oh shit I forgot about those ones!” She excitedly spoke forgetting about the other sleeping passengers. 

“You know I love your crazy comparisons right?” He asked with genuine concern. 

“I would hope so. I mean you did well-” She uttered out showing off her ring. 

“Damn right I did.” He smiled showing off his more than perfect teeth, wrapping his arms around her and cuddling the rest of the flight home. 

Requested: Can you do an imagine where shawn’s girlfriend’s flight to Toronto is cancelled so she has to sleep at the airport (layover flight so she cant go home) and try to get a new flight and shawn’s super worried 

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Your layover in Denver was supposed to be only an hour. That wouldn’t have been a problem, except your first flight got delayed, causing you to land in Denver after your flight to Toronto had already left the gate. 

As soon as you land, you already know that there is no way you’ve made it in time for your next flight. You text Shawn as soon as you take your phone off of airplane mode.

My first flight was delayed. I think I missed the next flight, but I’m still on the plane so I’m not sure yet.

His reply comes almost immediately. 

😭 I miss you. Call me when you can. 

a/n: In which Shawn meets the parents and makes promises

You voted for fluff, SO I GIVE THEE FLUFF, in celebration of 900 followers. WHAT?! THAT’S INSANE. I skipped over 800, so I’m posting a smutty continuation of this fic tomorrow. Stay tuned!

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warnings: 1.3k of intense fluff and simmering foreplay

You were just finishing up emptying a bag of baby carrots into a serving dish when the doorbell rang.

“I’LL GET IT,” you called to your parents, walking toward the entryway. It was Fourth of July weekend and you had invited Shawn to your parents’ annual fireworks bash. Every year, there was a huge fireworks show over the lake that your parents lived on, and every year they invited friends and family to watch from the deck. He was nervous. He’d never met them before, and while you knew they’d love him, Shawn had a habit of getting awkward in unfamiliar situations.

You opened the door and there he stood, six feet and three inches of lean muscle. He was wearing his signature black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots with a short-sleeve button-up that perfectly hugged his biceps. His thick brown curls were mussed to perfection, and when his hazel eyes connected with yours, his face broke into the most glorious, blinding smile.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he teased, holding the ice you’d asked him to bring, as you let him inside, “where should I put this?”

“In the kitchen, but you have to kiss me first,” you answered, angling your cheek up to him expectantly. He bent and hooked his head around, taking you by surprise and capturing your lips instead. It was quick, chaste, but it made you giggle.

Hi! This is @siennarossi. You’ve stumbled upon my fanfic blog. I write mainly for Shawn Mendes with a bit of Harry Styles in there. 

Soulmate au where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/ whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soulmates skin as well

The loud buzz of the crowd could be heard from Shawn’s spot backstage, the excitement and sadness of what can be known as “post-concert depression” was radiating off of them. Their energy could practically be felt by him - almost as if it were travelling in the form of sound waves - from where he stood, far from center stage.

He as well as the rest of the band were dripping with sweat as they walked from side stage to one of the dressing rooms downstairs, beginning to converse about tonight’s show. It was his hometown show tonight, and the crowd was actually insane, clearly taking hint to past experiences.

“Did you hear them tonight?” Shawn asked, earning nods from the rest of the crew around him. “They were absolutely insane, it was great. Loudest crowd I’ve ever heard.”

His dress shirt was coated in warmth, he had to peel it from his body. The group of them

made their way through the backstage area, handing it off to one of the PA’s around them. His evidently toned body as well as the tattoos inking his arms were on show.

“Easily the best show we’ve ever played,” Shawn added, joining in on a conversation between two of the band members. “Wow, I can’t get over how great that was! I feel like a kid again playing my first show.” The words were slipping through his toothy smile, practically beaming.

A few people listening chuckled, recalling the distant memories about how he was way back in the beginning of his career, after being filled with exhilaration after each show. Over the years he’s calmed down a bit, gotten used to the rush of the crowds, the stage become a second home for him. But tonight, it felt like the very first show all over again, the same energy exterting through him.

His body was full of adrenaline, he couldn’t seem to come down from the post-show high even though it’s been well over 20 minutes since the show came to a close. He almost felt like getting back out there for a few more songs, the people that were still in the arena would be quite thrilled if that happened.

“Dude,” Geoff called, gaining Shawn’s attention. “Your girl is drawing again.”

His gaze fell to his right arm, where little lines started to sketch their way across the skin, appearing as the design her fingers were creating. It’s been this way since he was little, the random doodles would slowly start to develop on his arms. It started off simple, when she was a little girl she would draw things like flowers or hearts, but as she got older the drawings became more elaborate. She started sketching more detailed images like eyes, or really intricate flowers. Sometimes he would see what he assumed were reminders, doctors appointments, class times maybe, he wasn’t exactly sure.

When your cousin gets into a bad spot, you end up with the custody of her 4 year old daughter. What you weren’t expecting was for shawn to love that little girl as much as you did.

(This is the introduction chapter. Let me know what you think!)

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You were just getting into bed when you heard your phone go off, and you reached across Shawn to grab it off the table.

“Hello?” You groaned as you answered the call.

“Is this miss (y/n)?” You mumbled an ‘mhm’ into the phone. “I’m sorry to bother you so late, but my name is officer Jones. I have your cousin Deanna here under possession of drugs and child neglect. We are gonna need you to come down to the station and take the daughter.”

You shot out of bed and started getting dressed “Yes sir, I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.” You hung up the phone, slipping into a sundress and some flats. “Shawn get dressed. We’ve gotta go to the police station.”

He was quick to get dressed himself, grabbing his keys and taking your hand. He knew it had something to do with Deanna. She was 26, older than you guys, but way less immature. “What’s she done this time?” He asked as you drove to the station.

“Drugs and something about child neglect. She’s probably not getting bailed out, they want me to take Elena.” You sighed as your heart ached for the little girl you practically raised. Her mother was always going out and coming home at three in the morning, shitfaced.

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As you walked into the building, hand in hand, Elena ran from the officer and over to you. “Aurora!” You giggled at the nickname you aquired after she told you that you looked like princess Aurora. “Hey bug!” She smiled as you picked her up and Shawn kissed her head.

Officer Jones came up to you, paperwork in his hands. “It seems Deanna has been out and left her daughter home alone. Due to the charges she’s under, Elena must be put under a family member’s custody and seeing as you’re the only family in the area and the first contact on Elena’s school emergency list. You’re her legal guardian.”

You and Shawn nodded as officer Jones explained all the legal things that would be happening, Elena off in the lobby watching Moana on Shawn’s phone. It turns out that you will be keeping her until Deanna’s court date. Then she will either go back to her mother or put into the foster system, and you prayed it wouldn’t come to that.

“Okay El, it’s time to get to bed. You’re gonna stay with me and Prince Eric for a while okay?” She nodded and smiled, clapping her little hands. She liked to name people after the Disney character they looked like, so when she met Shawn she named him Eric, and you guys would go with it. “Like a sleepover!” She asked bouncing in the chair.

Shawn picked her up and nodded “Exactly like a sleep over bugs. Come on, it’s late and we need to get started on this slumber party.” You waved goodnight to the police staff and walked out into the parking lot. You buckled her into the car seat the police took from Deanna’s car and headed home. But she was asleep before you made it out of the parking lot.

Stepping into the hotel room, you narrowed your eyes when you saw your boyfriend was still asleep. Looking at the time on your phone, you saw it was well past the time he was usually up. “Shawn?” You whispered, walking over to the bed. “Babe, you feeling ok?”

“Hmm?” Shawn asked, opening his eyes, squinting at you. “What?”

“Do you feel ok?”

Shawn nodded, closing his eyes at the motion. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” You said, dropping your purse on the floor. “Do you have a headache?”

“Little one.” Shawn confided to you, not moving from the bed. “And my stomach kind of hurts.”

Frowning, you walked over to the small backpack you brought from the tour bus, and dug through it. You pulled out the bottle of pain medication, and poured two in your palm.

“Did you get up at all today?”

“No.”

“So nothing to drink?” You grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, and walked over to the bed, sitting next to Shawn.

“No.”

“Hm,” You sighed, handing him the pills. “Take these, and drink some water.”

“Can we cuddle after?” 

Nodding, you reached to grab your phone, texting Andrew to let him know you two wouldn’t be joining the rest of the crew for dinner. “Sure, we can cuddle.”

Shawn downed the pills, and set the now half-empty water bottle on the floor next to his side of the bed, before scooting over to you and laying on your thighs. “Gonna take a nap.”

“You do that, bubs.” You whispered, carding your fingers through Shawn’s hair, wanting nothing more than for him to feel better again. 

a/n; this is for the anon from blurb night who requested the line “dance with me.” enjoy!

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Putting in the last of the cookies into the oven, you let out a sigh of relief. Baking cookies from scratch was much harder and messier than you had originally anticipated, especially when you had something distracting you. Or rather a someone.

Shawn had come over to your place insisting that he missed you despite just seeing you hours before during lunch. You couldn’t say no though, because you would’ve invited him over anyways if he hadn’t called you first.

“I’m blaming it on you if these cookies taste like shit,” you half-joked at Shawn, who was sitting on a stool across from your spot near the sink.

“What do you mean, babe? If anything, my help is gonna be the reason why these cookies taste good,” Shawn quipped back, pretending to be offended by your remark.

Rolling your eyes knowingly, you recalled how Shawn had done nothing but make comments about how good you looked in your leggings and how you should’ve been baking muffins instead.

“Yea, remind me to keep you as far away from me the next time I’m baking,” you laughed, letting down your hair from its ponytail.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Shawn laughed, flashing a toothy grin.

“Does this ring a bell?” you asked, showing Shawn the handprints of flour that he had left on your black leggings.

The mention alone immediately brought you back to you and Shawn’s little make out session while you were making the cookie dough, causing a slight heat to arise on your cheeks.

“You couldn’t have waited until after the cookies were done? We still have another 20 minutes until the cookies finish in the oven,” you commented.

“I know what we could do,” Shawn smirked, clicking on a random playlist on his phone.

Your eyebrows furrowed until Shawn answered, moving from his position on the stool.

“Dance with me.”

Approaching you, Shawn’s long arms wrapped around your waist as you finally caught on. Slinging your hands around Shawn’s neck, you nuzzled your head into his chest, completely disregarding your precious conversation with him.

Daniel Caesar’s sultry melodies soon flowed through the kitchen as you and Shawn moved together in unison. It was as if the two of you were one body, enjoying each other’s love. He pulled you in impossibly closer, removing your arms from his neck to intertwine with yours.

Shawn’s lips ghosted over your forehead, singing along with the song and occasionally leaving a kiss. The two of you stayed like that for a while, the only sounds coming from Shawn’s phone and your occasional giggles.

As the oven dinged, the two of you hesitantly pulled away.

“Do you want to try a cookie and let me know how it tastes?” you asked while moving the treats to a cooling rack.

Stopping the stopwatch on your phone, you sighed, figuring you should wake Shawn up. “Hey, babe, wake up.” You whispered, rubbing his chest.

He stirred, shifting in his sleep before going lax, causing you to roll your eyes and light slap his chest. “Shawn, wake up.”

“Hmm?” He asked, stretching and looking at you, eyes going wide. “Are you in labor?”

“Have been for like, half an hour.” You said, smiling at him.

“Jesus, why didn’t you wake me?” He jumped out of bed, and slipped on a pair of black sweatpants and a shirt.

Shrugging, you got out of bed, as well. “I don’t know, I mean you don’t have to go to the hospital right away, and my water didn’t break yet, so we have a little time.”

Shawn ran a hand through his hair, already stressed out. “Okay, um, we have the bag packed, right? And the seat’s already in the car, so um, I don’t- should we go to the hospital?” He asked, eyes frantic as he looked around the room, before landing on you.

“Sounds like a good idea.” You said, chuckling at him. “Calm down, Shawn. We’re ready for this. Don’t pass out.”

Shawn rolled his eyes, clucking his tongue at you as you two walked down the steps to the car, stopping in the hall when another contraction hit.

“Are you ok?” He asked, taking your hand.

“Good, I’m good. Just a little uncomfortable.” You mumbled, sighing when the pressure passed. “They’re not bad yet.”

Shawn nodded, pressing a kiss to his head as he helped you into your car. 

He dropped into the driver’s seat, smiling. “Let’s go have a baby!”

A/n this whole idea was based off of @flickershawn ‘s ask/post. The idea attracted me so much I had to write it. Hope ya enjoy <3

Waking up in Australia is always a shock. I remember the day I told Andrew that I was taking time off. His eyes bugged out of his head and asked if I was crazy. Recently being single and tired (as well as hated) of who I became, I had enough of what I became myself. I moved back to Toronto after living in LA at first was just for the album, but then it became an even longer stay. After going back home I started to feel myself, but still felt lost. Felt like I needed to get away, and not for a couple of days or even weeks. I knew I needed time to be alone. Time to explore. So, I bought a first-class plane ticket to Australia with my huge backpack ready to explore the land of Australia. My tall frame wasn’t used to sitting in a small seat. My legs were crammed, and some kid kept on kicking the back of my seat, but I really didn’t mind it. I finally felt normal for a while. Before a teenage girl sat next to me and talked to me about, well me.

After the horribly long plane ride I started my journey from place to place not having a destination really. Living out of my backpack with stares left and right. I didn’t know if those stares were from a celebrity walking the streets with no security or people seeing some random person walking the streets. Clearly a tourist.

Sitting in a café, with an Australian language book in my face, as the people here have slang that is way to hard to understand. It always stumbled me. Some things I understood, but everything else made me look at the person so confused. After telling the young waitress that I wasn’t ready to order yet for the third time I felt horrible asking for another couple of minutes, just wanting to get a simple coffee.

I glance up seeing a young woman sitting across from me, with bronzed skin looking at the menu while also having some sort of book by her side.

“Alright. What can I get ya?” The young girl says with her thick accent waiting for my order.

“Uh, yeah. Can I have some tea?” I ask and hear a small chuckle coming from the bronzed girl and look at her with confusion.

“Uh, tea doesn’t start til around four.” She says tapping her pen on her note pad making Shawn look confused, all he wanted was nice cup of hot tea, and they didn’t have any? Or they did but only served it at four?

“no, no. Tea. Ya know like the- “I say scrolling through my book trying to find the word for tea.

“morning tea.” I hear someone say making me look up seeing the beautiful bronzed girl looking at me from her seat, and the waitress nodding her head. “Also, the numba seven brekkie.” She says with a small nod and the waitress nods and walks away.

“Thank you.” I say looking at her with a squint as the sun was in my eyes. “would you like to sit?” I ask gesturing to the empty seat that’s in front of me.  

“No, that’s alright. Glad I could help though.” She says waving her hand at me and I lets out a sigh.

I want a friend. I want someone to talk to besides my parents or friends from home. I wants someone to talk with at breakfast or stroll the streets and eating ice cream “You sure? I mean you’re alone, as am I. Maybe we could sit together and well I don’t know it was just dumb. Forget it” I say shaking my head in disbelief. Keeping my head down feeling super embarrassed and pretending to look at the map like I know what I’m looking at when I hear the metal chair scrape on the concrete making me look up at the location of the noise.  

“Where you from?” She asks with a thick accent making me love her voice. It was sweet and gentle, but the accent was rough and prominent. The mix made me melt. The mix made me want to listen to her voice for hours.

“uh, Toronto.” I say nodding at the waitress for placing my cup of tea on the table and moving over the young woman’s food to my table.

“Ah, I thought you were American.” She says nodding taking a sip of her iced coffee.  “so, why Australia?” She asks again as a huge plate of food is placed in front of me, and her food is soon big plate of food being placed in front of her.

“Uh, well needed a change of scenery. Wasn’t really a great person. Wait let me rephrase. The things happening just weren’t the best. Was starting to hang around the group of people that weren’t the best.” I say seeing her nod while starting to dig into her food. “So, what did you order me?” I ask with a small chuckle seeing her with a mouthful of food and letting out a laugh.

“It’s what the owner calls it a ‘tourist sample’ gives you a bit of everything. It’s a traditional Aussie brekkie” She says with a smile and pointing to the food that’s closest to me. “that is toast. Its wheat, not many people here like white.” She says sliding over the butter over to me with the small butter knife. “That-“She says pointing to the sausages that are right next to the toast. “is, beef brekkie sausages, next to that is baked beans.” She says pointing to the beans making me laugh at the fact that I will be eating beans for breakfast. “That is mushrooms, in butter. Which is the worst. Its nasty.” She says contorting her face and giving it a disgusting look.

“Mushrooms are good!” I say with a shocked voice and she shakes her head in a no.

“Two fried eggs, and a couple of slices of grilled tomato with bacon.” She says taking her fork away from my plate and back on hers. “Now, dig in. Enjoy a Aussie brekkie.” She says with wide arms with a huge smile.

“Now, what do you have, and why does it look so amazing.” I ask pointing my fork towards her plate.

“This? It’s Jonny’s famous French toast with fruit on top.” She says looking down at the big plate of fruit in front of her.

“There is French toast under there?!” I ask my eyes bugging out shoving my face with a piece of bread.

“Yes! The fruit here is amazing. Truly.” She says with a nod taking a piece of fruit into her mouth. “Oh! What’s your name?” She asks shoving more fruit into her mouth.

“Shawn. I’m Shawn.” I say with a bit of confusion in my voice. “And who are you?” I ask shoving my fork with some beans onto it.

“I’m y/n. “She says blushing at her name.

“that’s a beautiful name. It’s different.” I say nodding while starting to eat my eggs and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and her cheeks get a pink hue to them.

Hours after talking to each other this makes me feel so normal. She treats me like me. Treats me like a normal person. I don’t want this breakfast to end.

“so, yeah I bring this book everywhere. Your slang is so different from other. It’s insane.” I say holding up an ‘All About Australia’ book and waving it making her laugh. “AND, it shows some good places to visit.” I say going through the book finding one of the folded pages and hearing a groan from her. “What?” I say with a confused look on my face.

“Nothing, its just. You’re backpacking through Australia to ‘find yourself’ and you’re going to go to the most basic places. You need to get out more. Go to Barron falls, and Paronella Park!” She says throwing her hands up. “You have to explore.” She says again.

“I guess I need a personal tour guide.”  I say looking at her, as she is looking at the ocean waves, and gives a small nod. “will you be my personal tour guide?” I ask looking at my nails and see her at the corner of my eye looking shocked.

“are you insane?!” She asks with an annoyed laugh and bouncing off the ledge and walking away, with me swinging around to chase after her.

“I’m serious y/n. Be my personal tour guide. Take me places that no tourist knows about. I want to look at this tour book and want to throw it away.” I say shoving the book between our chests.

“what’s in it for me?” She asks crossing her arms over her chest and standing her ground even though she has a petite frame.

“memories. I don’t know. What do you want in return?” I ask with excitement in my voice. “If you want a drink every night then that’s what is in for me. If you want memories, then that’s what’s in it for you. Whatever you want. Just be my tour guide, and maybe a friend.” I say shrugging seeing her facial expression changes to something a lot softer.

“Let me think about it.” She says nodding her head and uncrosses her arms and hands Shawn her phone. “here place your numba in here. I’ll let you know.” She says unlocking her phone and handing it to me and I can’t remove the smile from my face.

“Take your time. I have no where special to be.” I say quickly letting her know I’m in no rush/ After placing my number in her phone, she places her phone in her khaki shorts and I take out mine and she looks confused. “oh, you expect me to give you my numba, don’t you?” She asks with a small laugh. Maybe a little cocky.

“well, uh y/n that is how it works.” I say scratching the back of my head with embarrassment.

“I know, but I don’t know how I feel about you yet. Yeah, you’re sweet, but maybe too sweet. Who knows you could be a serial killer on escape from Canada.” She says with a shrug making me choke on my own spit.

“what will make you trust me? I promise, I’m a good guy.” I say practically begging for trust.

“There is a tradition in Australia. It’s a pact.” She says crossing her arms back over her chest and looking at her from side to side making sure no one is ease dropping on her. “You get bit by a Waikiki spider.”

“A-a what?” I stutter looking at her with confusion.

“A Waikiki spider. It’s what the natives call a ‘truth serum’.” She says leaning her body weight on the ledge waiting for me to say something. “Back hundreds of years when new people asked for trust, they were asked to get a from bite from a Waikiki spider. Not many people wanted to, especially after they heard what happens to them” She says making my skin crawl.

“w-what happens to them?” I ask in a choked whisper sounding like iI’m losing my voice.

“You get a fever, hallucinations. You will say things. Lots of things.” She says adding to what she said giving me a poker face. “so, what do you say?” She asks raising her eyebrow at me.

“I uh- Waikiki spider huh? Is that like poisonous? Like deadly?” I ask scratching the back of my head and watching her unraveling her arms and starting to walk away. “If it means that it shows that I am a trustworthy guy, then I’ll do it.” I say keeping my eyes closed wishing I didn’t say the words I did.

“really?” She asks popping her hip and looking at me with her big blue eyes. “you will get bitten by a spider all to prove to me that you’re worthy? Wow you really are Canadian.” She says walking closer to me in a slow walk.

“yeah! If it means something to you.” I say throwing my hands up it immediately slapping my thighs.

She walks closer to me, no more than a couple of inches to me. I look down at her, with a small smile wanting to kiss her so bad but know she would probably slap me and say something like ‘are you mad, I barley know you’ so I hold back. “wanna hear a secret?” She asks in no more than a whisper and I nod my head slowly keeping my eyes on her. “you’re so gullible” She says turning on her heels and walking away looking back at me with a huge smirk on her face.

“wait, so there is no Waikiki spider?” I ask in a shout and see a little kid with his parents next to me and lets out a small giggle.

It’s a little short, but it just came to my head and hopefully I will be able to think of part 2. I decided to use y/n instead of an actual name as I’m experimenting. You will still have lots of detail as to what she looks like (sorta), just wont have the aspect of a placed name for her. Anyways hope you enjoy!! Reblog if you enjoyed.

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a/n; the gif is totally irrelevant but i couldn’t help myself LOL

Knocking on the door of the address his manager gave him, Shawn played with the strings of his hoodie. After a much needed month-long rest following his European and Asia legs of his tour, he’d be meeting his opener for his American shows. Shawn usually had opening acts who he was already familiar with, but this one was one he’d never met in person. After hearing some of his tracks, Shawn insisted on spending the day with the guy he’d be spending the next part of tour with. 

To be frank, Shawn would much rather be by himself figuring a way to win you back, but didn’t want to make any bad first impressions on Tyler, the guy he’d be meeting soon. 

a/n; The title is pretty self-explanatory; this is 2.5k of pure a n g s t, but this is definitely one of my favs already.. enjoy!

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Touring. It seemed as if you had a love-hate relationship with it. While you absolutely loved seeing Shawn living his dream and traveling the world, a small part of you also dreaded the days where you’d have to drop him off the airport, saying goodbye to him for months at a time.

You had met Shawn a few summers ago while interning at the same studio where he recorded his second album. It was pure coincidence, but the immediate mutual attraction was undeniable. It started with the not-so-subtle glances that lingered for a little too long and then turned into Shawn constantly asking his manager about you. You, on the other hand, would purposely pass by Shawn’s recording studio just to see him, the tension between the two of you growing with each passing day.

It wasn’t until his album release party that he had finally decided to make a move. He didn’t remember seeing your name on the guest list, but he was thanking the heavens for whoever invited you. Gathering the courage to approach you, he asked you on a date, to which you said yes to. Looking back on that night, Shawn still couldn’t figure if he was more excited about his new album or the fact that he had scored a date with the girl he’s been dreaming of for the whole summer.

Summary: You and Shawn have been together for a long while. He’s noticed you’ve missed your period. You hadn’t.

Word count: 1.2k

“How long has it been since you had a period?” Shawn asks while you lay together on his couch.

You’re between his legs, head on his chest as you turn to look up at him. “Why?”

“You haven’t said anything about cramps and I haven’t seen any extra trash in the bathroom like usual.”

“Oh…um…” You close your eyes, wracking your brain to remember your last period. “I can’t remember.”