#shawnmendes blurb

[harrysfolklore]

can you do something with reneé rapp?

HERE WE GO MY FIRST JACOB BLURB !!!!!! this was so fun to write and i hope you guys like it, send requests for jacob blurbs if you would like to see more !

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

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yourinstagram face card no cash no credit

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ynfan1 SLAAAY

ynfan2 for real her face card never declines

madisonbeer icon 🤍

mtv the new it girl

oliviarodrigo that’s my regina george 😛

ynfan3 she’s an icon and she’s the moment

shawnmendes ❤️

ynfan4 i know her dms are full of celebrities sliding into them

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jacobelordi @saltburnfilm in theaters Tomorrow🏰

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jacobfan1 AHHHHHH

jacobfan2 he was crafted by god himself

saltburnfilm 🧂🔥

alexademie ❤️

jacobfan3 SLAY OF THE CENTURY IS COMING

yourinstagram seated

↳ ynfan1 WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

↳ ynfan2 she’s just like me

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yourinstagram no thoughts just murder on the dancefloor and the saltburn movie in general

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ynfan1 SO TRUEEEE

ynfan2 she’s just like me

sabrinacarpenter okay but look at you wtf

sukiwaterhouse 😍

jacobfan1 SHE GETS IT

ynfan3 you should get jacob elordi’s bath water candle

↳ yourinstagram i already ordered it

↳ ynfan1 SHES SOOOOO

↳ jacobfan2 I NEED TO STAN

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jacobupdates Jacob arriving to the ‘Mean Girls’ premiere after party tonight !

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jacobfan1 OMG????

jacobfan2 idk who invited him but SLAY

jacobfan3 truth is he should’ve been casted as aaron

jacobfan4 HE LOOKS SO DREAMY

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yourinstagram afterparty things 🪩

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ynfan1 SLAY OF SLAYS

madisonbeer LOVE YOU 😍

ynfan2 her face card never declines fr

ynfan3 i can’t believe she looks like THIS and i look like a bag of potatoes

jacobfan1 i’m assuming she and jacob met and maximized their joint slay

jacobelordi 🕺🕺

↳ jacobfan2 HELLOOO?

↳ ynfan4 ICONS OF THE MOMENT

↳ yourinstagram lesss do it again

↳ ynfan1 okay i love this

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elordishitpost JACOB what are you doing here ??? (pls read it like it was the ariana what are you doing here tiktok audio)

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jacobfan1 LMAOOOOO

jacobfan2 wait who is this about ?? like whose bday is it lol

↳ elordishitpost yn she plays regina george in the new mean girls movie

jacobfan3 that twitter user who’s always spreading the yn x jacob agenda must be jumping

jacobfan4 i hate deuxmoi sm they’re always starting shit

jacobfan5 jacob and yn are besties he went to the mean girls afterparty

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yourinstagram BIRTHDAYYYYY DUMP

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ynfan1 LOVE THIS SO BAD

ynfan2 HEEEELP

troyesivan happy birthday icon

jacobfan1 THE SECOND PIC 😭

jacobfan2 not the bath water candle

sabrinacarpenter 😍

ynfan3 everyone talking about the candle but THE RIPPED STOCKING BC SHE FELL 😭

jacobelordi We did murder the dancefloor

↳ jacobfan1 WORLD STOP

↳ ynfan1 i love this jacob x yn duo

↳ jacobfan2 i would say that i hope they’re dating but jacob literally just got out of a relationship

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celebrityleaks YN and Jacob Elordi leaving her New York apartment today

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ynfan1 OMFGGGG

jacobfan1 YES ????

ynfan2 i love this duo sm

jacobfan2 do we think they’re dating 👀

↳ jacobfan3 nah, jacob just got out of a relationship

ynfan3 LOVE THEM SM

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jacobelordi @nbcsnl

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jacobfan1 OHHHH YES

ynfan1 THIS IS WHAT THE WORLD NEEDED

hunterschafer YES 🙌🏻

ynfan2 im bi panicking already

sabrinacarpenter ❤️

jacobfan2 THATS why they have been hanging out so much

ynfan3 this is going to be so good

yourinstagram they’re not ready

↳ ynfan4 NO WE’RE NOT

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yourinstagram hello host

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ynfan1 SHUT UPPPP

jacobfan1 THANK YOU YN FOR THE CONTENT

oliviarodrigo honestly i can’t wait for this 😛

ynfan1 omggg they’re rehearsing already

jacobfan2 this is going to be the best snl episode ever

jacobelordi Wait It’s my turn

↳ jacobfan3 WHAT DOES HE MEAN

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jacobelordi Hello musical guest

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jacobfan1 AHHHHH

zendaya ❤️

ynfan1 BEST DUO IN THE WORLD

jacobfan2 bye i ship them

mtv we support this

jacobfan3 THIS IS WHAT HE MEANT

yourinstagram 🕺

ynfan3 man i can’t wait for this

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celebrityleaks JACOB ELORDI AND YN OUT IN NEW YORK TONIGHT

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jacobfan1 STFUUUUU

ynfan1 HELP?

jacobfan2 WE KNEW THIS WAS COMING

ynfan2 im speechless

jacobfan3 SNL IS GOING TO BE CRAZY

↳ jacobfan1 HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH

ynfan4 THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE HAS ME CRYING

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yourinstagram when a queen comes across another queen and they decide to maximize their joint slay

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ynfan1 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

jacobfan1 BABYGIRL AND MOTHER

madisonbeer babygirl and mother indeed 👀

ynfan2 they’re going to be so messy tomorrow i just know it

jacobfan2 that public hard launch is coming

hunterschafer ❤️❤️

jacobelordi Mother

↳ jacobfan4 HE KNOWS

↳ ynfan2 he knowsss

YN VIA INSTAGRAM STORIES

FANS VIA TWITTER

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jacobupdates Jacob and YN arriving to the SNL afterparty tonight !

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jacobfan1 AHJHHHHHHHH

ynfan1 so they’re a thing THING

jacobfan2 everything about this is perfect

ynfan2 COUPLE OF THE CENTURY

jacobfan3 LOVE THEM SO BAD FR

ynfan3 they took “maximize their joint slay” to another level

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yourinstagram live from new york with my boyfriend if you even care (yes he’s my boyfriend and he was the one who slid on my dms not the other way around)

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ynfan1 WORLD STOP

jacobfan1 CUT THE CAMERAS

oliviarodrigo ❤️❤️❤️

hunterschafer love you both

jacobfan2 IM SCREAMING

ynfan2 AHH I KNEW IT

theestallion 🔥🤍

ynfan3 they’re two of the most iconic people in hollywood rn and smh they’re together WE WON

jacobfan3 JACOB IS A LIAR

jacobelordi I take pride on my flirting tactics

↳ jacobfan1 SOMEBODY STOP HIM

↳ ynfan1 😭😭

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jacobelordi @nbcsnl Thank you for having me

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jacobfan1 BABYYYYYYY

jacobfan2 he’s always posing like he’s small

sydney_sweeney ❤️

ynfan1 he’s so hot i get it girl @yourinstagram

yourinstagram i hard launch us on social media and you just post this

yourinstagram wow

↳ ynfan2 CRYING

↳ jacobfan1 this relationship is going to be the best thing that happened to pop culture

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby (social media blurb)

@yourusername: The last two months 💛

[tagged: @Shawnmendes, @Justinbieber, @yourbff1, @yourbff2]

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Fan#1: the holy trinity 😇 (@yourusername, @yourbff1, @yourbff2)

-> bff1: more like the unholy trinity 😅🤭

->bff2: no fr if only you guys saw the gc 💀

->yourusername: jail immediately if it got out

Fan#2: pls I love how unserious they are

Fan#3: I would pay to see their gc

->Fan#4: literally same

Fan#5: excuse me ma’am are you and @justinbeiber making music together?!

->Fan#6: my dream collab

->Fan#7: (y/n) would be the one to get Justin to return to music

->Fan#8: Y’ALL she liked the original comment!!

->Fan#9: I can’t wait for this music to come out!

JustinBieber: My fav singing partner now and forever 🤍

->yourusername: I fangirl when I get to sing with you 🤍

->Fan#10: they are the definition of platonic soulmates

Fan#11: Okay miss girl I see you at the all stars weekend go ahead and get you a man 👀

->Fan#12: Maybe she already has one 👀

->Fan#13: yoo, don’t play with my emotions like that

->Fan#14: I could totally see Justin setting her up though #wingman

->Fan#15: I’m calling it rn, her and Matthews

->Fan#16: Idk who that even is, but if he can make our girl happy I’m down

->Fan#17: @AustonMatthews

->Fan#18: Thank you for the @ girl bc damn he is fine

-> Fan#19: Or her and @Williamnylander

->Fan#20: Literally either way’s a win 🤷‍♀️

Yourbff: my girl looking good always!

Fan#21: The fact that she went to the all star game for Justin and then sang with him for his first performance in a while, they are so wholesome

Shawnmendes: My favorite person to see in the audience

->Fan#22: I know y’all see this comment too 👀

->Fan#23: like can they pls get back together

->Fan#24: That would heal my 14 yr old heart

Fan#25: I was a team Shawn girl back when it was between him and Harry and I’m gonna be one now

Fan#26: Shawn and (y/n) holding hands was not on my 2024 bingo card

Fan#27: (y/n) is serving body!!!!!

Bff2: soooo…..same thing next weekend?

[whitemancumslut]

LOVE ON SET

y/n and harry have been discreetly dating for months and when the bts of dwd come out…

a/n got really bored so here’s a blurb from my old account :(

yourinstagram

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yourinstagram Don’t Worry Darling Out Now!

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1 Month Later

harrysupdates

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harrysupdates NEW!!! UNSEEN PHOTO OF Y/N AND HARRY DURING THE FILMING OF DON’T WORRY DARLING??? WHAT THE ACTUAL

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harryfan1 YOURE TELLING ME CAMERAS WERENT ROLLING???

harryfan2 NO THEY WERE NOT. THIS IS A CONFIRMATION THEYRE DATING

ynfan1 let’s not jump to conclusions

harryfan3 HOLY CRAP

ynfan2 if it’s true cameras weren’t rolling and that they are actually dating after months of suspicion then i’ll be happier than ever

ynfan3 i agree

ynupdates

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ynupdates NEW! MORE OLD PHOTOS OF HARRY AND Y/N DURING THEIR FILMING FOR DWD!!

ynfan1 HOW DID WE NOT SEE THESE?? THEY WERENT EVEN FILMING OH MY GOD

harryfan1 SO THEY ARE DATING ???

harryfan2 for a while now

ynfan2 how do you know that

harryfan2 our suspicions never lie

harryfan3 HE KISSED HER FREAKING CHEEK WHAT

harryfan4 If we don’t get a birthday post for her next week— count your days styles

ynfan3 you’re so real for this

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/N AND HARRY BTS OF DWD!!!

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ynfan1 IM SMILING TOO HARD RN

ynfan2 WHERE ARE THESE PHOTOS COMING FROM WHAT THE HELL

harryfan1 LITERALLY??

harryfan2 it’s confirmed no way they’re not dating

harryfan3 they’re actually in love stop

harrystyles

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harrystyles Happy Birthday, Pretty💛 To many more.

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yourinstagram my love🤍

ynfan1 IM SORRY???

harryfan1 TAKE ME.

ynfan2 NO WAY Y/N

ynfan2 “PRETTY”?? KILL. ME. NOW.

ynfan3 IM CRYING WHAT

harryfan2 OH MY WORD

harryfan3 no way no way no way

harryfan4 wake up harry just posted. WAKE UP HARRY JUST POSTED Y/N

ynupdates

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ynupdates Y/N AND HARRY AT HER BIRTHDAY PARTY LAST NIGHT 😭😭

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harryfan1 too much content at this point it feels like a dream.

ynfan1 you’re so real for this because same. this does not feel real

ynfan2 literally like there’s no way .

harryfan2 OH MY GOD

harryfan3 BABIES!!!

ynfan3 okay but they’re so pretty together

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harrysupdates NEW! Harry and Y/n seen out in downtown L.A. it’s official yall!!

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harryfan1 wow. this is real

harryfan2 i don’t know man im still trying to wrap my head around this whole thing.

ynfan1 OH MY

ynfan2 OH THEY KISSING IN PUBLIC NOW???

ynfan3 too much happening at once

harryfan3 LITERALLY LIKE??

ynfan4 NAUR WHATTT

harrystyles

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harrystyles ❤️

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harryfan1 DID YOU GET HACKED???

ynfan1 LMFAO IMAGINE

ynfan2 no because no way harry styles posted this

harryfan2 HARRY???

ynfan3 UM????

ynfan4 WHAT WHAT WHAT?? HARRY

ynfan5 was he hacked…

harryfan3 HARRY WHAT

harryfan4 MY HEART OH MY GOD NAUR WAY

[basiccortez]

that was SO CUTE!!! could we get instagram posts for the blurb??!!!

my favorite type of requests:)

@jake_gvf

jake_gvf this little bug graduates high school today. feels like just yesterday you were being placed in my arms for the first time. I love you a long time Sage Michelle

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Josh_gvf no way she's graduating. feels like we were just learning to read

sammy_gvf you or her?

josh_gvf shut up

Danny_gvf couldn't be more proud of her!

@sagemkiszka

sagemkiszka y’all mind if we graduate? ps this shit sucked ass. not like High School Musical AT ALL @sandysands and @allycase

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allycase Disney are fucking liars

sandysands so rude

Jake_gvf C's get degrees

sagemkiszka damn right the do father

@ez_jay

ez_jay my educated queen

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sagemkisza my troy bolton <3

Jake_gvf gross. . .

ez_jay my Gabriella montez <3

@sagemkiszka

sagemkiszka time to celebrate

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jake_gvf no

hannahwicklund love it up Sage!

sammy_gvf Uncle Josh says he'll drop by the stems later

jake_gvf he said that was for me!

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A/N: just an fyi, I can do instagram blurbs for any series/character if you request them:)

[brianc521]

Flannel | Brian Craigen

It’s cold, that’s all she knows at this moment as she blinks her eyes open. Really cold. She blinks a few more times, trying to get the heavy weight in each eyelid to lessen just enough to hold them up and open. Once she’s successful she does a mental checklist about her surroundings. 

Blue plaid comforter, light blue sheets, arm under her head, plain white walls, bedside table with a picture of her in a frame next to two phones and a watch. She’s at Brians, and he’s stolen all the blankets. Leaving her cold and smiling at how her sleepy boy looks.

He’s shirtless, and curled into the blankets like a little kid with their boppy. His lashes are fluttering on his cheeks, making him look so peaceful and almost childlike with innocence. She leans over to reach for her phone, that’s buzzing and playing ‘Location’ by Khalid softly. He gives her a hard time for that being her alarm sound but her argument is;

“Why would you want to wake up to something so loud and obnoxious when you can wake to the soft soothing sounds of Khalid?”

Turning her alarm off she kisses each of Brian's eyelids softly to ensure he’s still having good dreams.  

She didn’t mean to spend the night, but he’d had a headache the night prior and she’d come over after work to take care of her boy. He needed a little tender loving care and she was more than willing considering he does the same to her on the daily. 

She sneakily slips out of bed, making sure to put a pillow on his outstretched arm that way when he goes to cuddle in he’ll have something to hold.

On the way to the bathroom she grabs her jeans from the day before, her bra and cami tank top. She makes sure to shut the bathroom door in the slowest, softest way she can. She goes about using the toilet, washing her hands (spread love not germs, her work’s motto), brush her teeth, swipe on some mascara, and put her hair in a suitable ponytail for the day. After dressing she makes her way to his closet and reaches for one of his white shirts, smiling at the promise he made the night before that she could borrow one if it meant she would stay with him for the night. 

It’s then her eyes land on the fateful flannel shirt hung up in his closet. He’s been wearing it more often now that it’s getting a bit colder outside. He claims that it’s not cold enough for big heavy coats, but just chilly enough for something extra to wear. All she knows is that he makes it look so snuggly and cozy and most of the time she just wants to cuddle into it. 

She goes to reach for it, and then suddenly remembers she’s not reaching into her closet. She looks back over her shoulder at the sleeping boy and sighs. Maybe she could just steal it for the day, would he even notice? Probably, she thinks to herself, he’s having lunch with Connor and Shawn, he’ll want to wear it. But she really wants it this morning. 

She fights herself, but before she can really truly say no to herself she’s crouching beside him. Reaching out and softly caressing his face, she thumbs over the dotted freckles on his cheek. He hums a little, leaning closer into her hand, his lips even twitch in a smile.

“Baby,” She whispers, tapping her thumb softly a few times.

She gets a grunt in return, and giggles a little because the roles are usually reversed here. She’s the grumpy one in the morning, and he’s the cheery one. 

“Baby,” She says again, already feeling bad for waking him.

“Hmm?” He asks, breathing deeply in his sleepy state. 

“Can I borrow your blue flannel today?” She whispers. 

It’s almost three beats before he answers and she’s trying to hide her happy smile at how cute he is. 

“Gimme a kiss and it’s yours.” His voice is raspy, so thickly lined with sleep that she struggles to not want to fall right back into the warm bed with him. 

Leaning forward she plants a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and quickly gets up to grab the flannel. If she wants to stop to get coffee before her shift starts she needs to leave within minutes. She turns quickly at groaning and the dramatic act of a hand pushing out of the heap of blankets making grabby motions at her. 

She giggles again, thinking back to a time when she never once giggled at anything, and goes to him. “Bye Baby, I love you, have a wonderful day.” She leans down and kisses him, smiling against his lips. 

She grabs her purse and softly walks out of his room, making sure to shut the door behind her. Once out in his living room she slips her shoes on, reaches for a muffin on the counter and quickly scribbles out a note. 

‘Thanks again for the flannel. I think Sleepy Brian is my new favorite Brian. I love you!’ 

Before rushing out into the cold, hoping to get to her car before the cool bite of the morning catches her. Driving away she smiles at the thought that her boy is safely tucked into his bed, dreaming the morning away.

[brashierc]

Baby Brash

July 13th, his 20th birthday. That night was the reason why you were here today. If that night wouldn’t have happened you wouldn’t have peed on a stick this morning, it wouldn’t have been positive and you wouldn’t be sitting on the bed at your OBGYN’s clinic awaiting for her results. 

You’ve been best friends with Connor since you both were 7. That was 13 years of friendship. 13 years of listening to him go on about photography, 13 years of supporting him and his dreams no one else really supported when he first got started in high school. 

It was also 13 years of being asked how long you two had been in a relationship. 

Girls and boys can be best friends without falling in love. Or well, that’s what you always said to everyone when they asked. You’d been in love with Connor since you were 17, but you knew he’d never feel the same, so you kept that feeling pushed way back into your brain.

Connor was there for you through every boyfriend, just like you were for his girlfriends. The heartbreak and the first time discussions after the fact. 

“Alright,” The Doctor walks in after tapping on the wooden door with her knuckle twice. “So your positive was correct, you are pregnant.” 

You sighed, shoulders sinking. “Really?” 

“Yep, really really pregnant.” She smiles, handing you a few brochures. “Let’s go over your options.” 

You look up with wide eyes, horror running through your veins and emotions. 

“Let’s not, thanks Doc, but I’m already attached to this kid, and if you knew the Dad you would be too.” 

She smiles, nodding but telling you to take the brochures just in case. 

She refers you to one of her colleagues who’s an Obstetrician with her practice and can take you through your pregnancy and birth. 

You take the information she gave you and leave with a small smile and a polite wave goodbye to her front office receptionist. Once you’re back in your car you let the new totally settle in. 

You were having a baby, with Connor, at age 19 and 20. Super cool. 

On Connor’s birthday everything went a little crazy. Shawn threw a rager, wanting to celebrate his newest addition to his team, and his friend who was turning the big 2 0. He flew you out to where they were so you could be there to celebrate and surprise Connor.

Everyone went a little crazy, everyone. 

Brian was so blacked out that he took Alessia back to his room with him, forgot that he invited her in, and called Shawn from the bathroom freaking out that she’d followed him home. (Even though we were all in the same hotel) 

Shawn was the only one that didn’t go hard. Knowing he had shows and other obligations like filming music videos and meeting up with Chance the Rapper. He supervised, and not well, but had a blast watching everyone be stupid and make fools of themselves. 

Connor was a clingy needy drunk, so throughout the night he just became more and more glued to your side. He hadn’t seen you in months, and missed you so much. It all started when he wanted to dance to the slow songs with you, hands on your hips, holding you close. You fell into his embrace, missing being held in such a way, and feeling so safe with Connor. He planted a few kisses to your neck, and one just behind your ear learning very quickly that that was your weak spot. 

After you let out a shaky moan of his name, tucking your fingers into his hair, you were a goner. You both quickly found your way back to his room, falling on the bed nakedly exploring the other between the sheets. 

By morning? You both swore to never speak of it again, pretend like nothing happened, and move on. Everything was normal, it literally was like nothing happened. He still picked on you, you still gave him shit in front of the guys, but you both were still there for the other in ways no one else could be. 

You clicked on his contact; ‘Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash” 

Brian really changed Connor’s name in your phone to the best thing you’d ever seen, you wouldn’t dare change it. 

“Whattup?” He answered on the third ring, and suddenly, you’re emotional. 

“Hey,” You choke out, looking around trying to distract your brain.

“What’s wrong?” His side of the phone shuffles, and becomes marginally quieter.

“Nothing,” You whisper, “What are you doing?”

“I’m talking to you, tell me what’s wrong?” 

“It’s nothing Con.” 

“You’re upset though, I can hear it.” 

“When do you come home again?” 

“I come home next week, I have to meet my counselor and then register for classes. I get into town on Monday, and I leave Friday.” 

You nod, knowing full well he can’t see you. “Can we meet on Monday?”

You need to tell him, and you won’t keep this a secret from him longer than you have too.

“Um yeah, I fly in at like 8, wanna meet for coffee and breakfast or something?” 

“Yeah perfect.” 

“Okay…..? Ready to tell me what’s wrong yet?” He asks.

You sigh, “I should let you go, you’re probably busy.” 

“No, hey,” He protests. “I wanna talk, I miss you.” 

You smile, insides running warm when you hear his voice say those words. “I miss you too Baby Brash.” 

You can hear him sigh and you can practically see him rolling his eyes. “So you watched the newest video?” 

“Of course I did, got your post notifications on.” 

“No you don’t.”

“No you’re right, I don’t, I have Shawn’s on.” 

At this he laughs, like a snort and everything and it makes you feel good, to be able to get him to laugh like that again, to hear that laugh. 

“Brashier, we gotta go!” Brian yells at him in the background.

“You’re literally standing behind me, why you gotta yell?” 

“Because I felt like pissing you off.” Brian snickers. “Who you on the phone with? Gots a girlyfriend?” Something must happen on Connor’s side of the phone because suddenly all you can hear is boys yelling. 

“Connor that’s the fourth girl you’ve been on the phone with today!” 

“There is no hot sex going on over here!”

“PASS THE WEED MAN!” 

“Shut the fuck up!” Connor’s voice is back, “Jesus it’s just Y/n, could you…?” 

“But we wanna say hi!” Shawn and Brian whine. 

You giggle and blush a little at the attention. 

Connor shuffles the phone, and then you can barely hear him, he’s really muffled but you make it out. “She’s upset about something, so could you fucking leave for a minute. I was getting her to talk and then you fuckers walked in.” A few seconds later and he’s back crystal clear. “Okay they left, you still there Honey?” 

“You didn’t need to kick them out.” 

“But I wanna talk to you.” 

“They just wanted to say hi.” 

“But you’re my best friend.” He whines, “They’d steal all your attention.” 

“You need to go, I’ll see you next week okay?” 

“Okay, love you kid.” He says softly.

“Love you too Brash.” 

**

He walks in, looking all nerdy cute, face down into his phone. 

iMessage from Bri’s lil bitch C David Brash: Im here where u is

“If you ever looked up from your phone you’d know I’m here too Bitch.” You say from your table, laughing when he jumps and looks over at you. 

“You scared the shit out of me.” He laughs, smiling really wide when you stand and give him a big hug. “Fuck I missed you Kid.” He sighs into your neck, letting your scent relax his stressed out mind.

“Missed you too.” 

 He takes the seat across from you, thanking you for the coffee you already had ordered and sat in front of his seat on the table. He takes a sip as you take a deep breath and shut your eyes to give yourself that last push of encouragement. 

“Connor?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m pregnant.” You blurt. 

It’s then that you realize your eyes are still closed, opening them one at a time to see his reaction. It’s comical almost, the sight of him, jaw dropped, eyes bugging, body frozen. 

You give it a moment, a second to really settle into his brain, you needed to do the same when you found out. Hell, you’re still doing that. 

He clears his throat, shakes his head a bit, but his eyes continue to flare out at you. 

“Excuse me?” He croaks. 

“I’m pregnant,” You nod, watching him nod with you. “And it’s yours.” 

He hums, and continues to stare at you. You take a sip of your decaf coffee, wincing at the weird taste. 

“Fuck man, I don’t know if I can handle 9 months of decaf, that shit is gross as hell.” 

This seems to snap Connor out of whatever daze he was in. 

“You’re being real right now?” He looks around, “Is Brian here filming me? Is this a prank or something? You got me, you got my reaction, turn it off now.” 

You sigh, worried he would think something like that. You just sit there, staring at him.

“You’re being real?!?” He says with persistence in his voice, leaning closer to you. 

“That night we swore to never speak of again? Well, we’ll be talking for at least the next 18 years.” You shrug.

He’s still in shock, just staring at you with a glazed over glance. You just nod and smile a little at him, trying to coax him through his shock.

“I-” He gapes, “Um, we...I...condom!” 

You giggle, shaking your head at him while rolling your eyes. “Really? That’s what you’re gonna do? Blurt ‘condom’ out like it’ll fix everything?” 

“But I used one!” He’s becoming defensive. Snapping at you in ways he’s done in the past when he’s stressed to the brim and can’t control his emotions. You can count the amount of times snapped at you on one hand. 

“They’re only 98% effective, if that, Connor. Or maybe it broke or something. It happened, and I’m pregnant.” 

“No! We can’t, a baby?” 

You take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself that he’s just in shock and that he’s gonna be happy about this, someday. He doesn’t mean the way he’s reacting right now. 

“How are you calm right now?” He asks in shrill. 

“I don’t know Connor, life happens. It’s not perfect but we’ll figure it out.” You shrug, raising your voice a little to match his level.

“Fucking shit,” He tugs at his hair, face grimancing as he groans. 

You sigh, grabbing your purse, collecting your phone and coffee and stand to leave. His head whips up when you stand, and he watches as you straighten out your shorts before starting to walk away.

“No, don’t go.” He pleads.

“Talk to me when this settles Connor. I can’t be here to watch you freak out. My hormones are all sorts of fucked up right now and I’m trying to stay positive about this whole thing but your reaction isn’t helping.” 

He gets up and follows you out of the coffee shop, racing to meet you at your car before you can leave. 

“Wait, talk to me, please.” He blocks your door so you can’t close it. 

You look up, tears in your eyes that tear his heart apart. “We really did turn into Ross and Rachel huh? Just like everyone said throughout high school. Except we won’t end up together, we’ll always be the Ross and Rachel before they got together.” 

He shakes his head, “I’m your lobster.”

**

Connor sits on your couch three days later. This was the first chance he’d been able to actually come over, any other conversations have been over the phone or text message since your meeting at the coffee shop. 

It’s kind of awkward, the both of you sitting in silence as you try to not bring up the elephant in the room. 

“I’m sorry,” You clear your throat, wincing as you lean forward and start this conversation. “I’m sorry that I up and left you on Monday. That wasn’t cool. I dropped a big ass bomb on you, something we would have never expected in a million years, and then just got up and left you alone. My hormones are whacked out right now but that’s not an excuse. So I’m sorry for being a shitty friend and making you go through that shock alone.” 

“Hey,” He shakes his head, turning towards you on the couch, scooting closer. “Don’t be sorry. I was kind of being a jackass. I shouldn’t have flipped out like that.” 

You sigh, smiling up at him. “I missed you, a lot.” 

His hand falls on top of yours, fingers intertwining. “I missed you so much, you have no idea.” He sighs, letting his eyes rake over you for a moment, imagining what you’ll look like with a baby bump. “How the hell am I supposed to leave for tour?” 

“Just go, I’m not due until May. You’ll be back in December, that’s plenty of time.” 

“You’re pregnant, I want to be here for appointments, picking out and setting up the crib, cravings, all of it!” 

You smile, reaching over and caressing his cheek. “Then talk to Shawn, sit down with Cez, explain it to Brian because he’ll lose his shit if you leave him without a solid reason behind it. We’ll figure it out, and make do.” You shrug.

He nods, leaning into your hand a little. “You always make everything better.” 

“That’s because I know you Connor David,” You tap his cheek twice, “I know how to handle you.” 

He grins, rolling his eyes before flopping back into the corner of your couch he’s claimed as his. “Have you told your mom yet?” He asks, throwing your fluffy white and black throw blanket over his lap. 

“No,” You sigh, kicking your feet up and relax across from him on your sectional. He smirks as you take a breath, reaching over and grabbing your feet to give you a foot massage. “What are you doing?” 

“Gotta get used to pampering you, might as well get a head start.” He murmurs. “Are you scared to tell your mom?”  

“I mean not really. It’s not the ideal situation I was hoping for when I thought about having kids. But like, I can’t complain. I’m honored to have your kid Con, I think I got lucky when it comes to the baby daddy part of this.” 

He tilts his head, looking over at you with a blush on his cheeks. 

“I guess you could say I got pretty lucky with the baby mama part.” He mutters, watching you from under his lashes, grinning when you roll your eyes and throw your head back to hide the apparent blush forming across your cheeks.

**

Your guest bedroom that once used to be your small library and office area has now been bombarded with camera gear, a full sized bed covered in basic grey sheets and a black comforter.

Connor spoke with Shawn and Cez the first chance he had when he got back to tour. He explained the situation, as awkward and unexpected it is, and expressed his need to be home more for you and his unborn child.

Both were very understanding to him and his needs, granting him a week off a month ensuring that he’d still be able to get enough footage but also time at home. It also gave Shawn and the crew a moment of peace and not having to worry about cameras so much, not that Connor is like the crazy paps. 

But now that Connor will be home once a month it made sense that he move into your spare room instead of having to stay with his parents or pay for a place he really wouldn’t see all that often. It was the perfect set up, to be there and help you when you need it. 

You two were still adjusting to living together, or with another human (of the different sex). 

You walked into the apartment from class, stopping short when the first thing you saw in your kitchen was Connor, in only his black Calvins.

“Bro,” You shield your eyes setting your backpack on your bar stool, “Can you wear pants?” 

Connor looks over at the sound of your voice, a slice of cheese between his fingers, munching on a bite. He looks down, and then back up to you holding a hand over your eyes. 

“I’m in boxers, I’m not naked.” 

“No one wants to see your dick though,” You shake your head, grinning as you say, “Been there, done that.” 

He chuckles, leaning closer to you and peeling your hands away from your eyes so you can see his smug smile. “You weren’t complaining then.” 

Your jaw drops and you blush as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Well,” You stutter, “I mean,” He smiles, getting the best reaction out of you. “Shut up, go put clothes on!” You smack his arm shooing him to his room. 

**

You both were getting really good and creative with ways to hiding your pregnancy. The only people who knew were the team, and family. Not even friends from your high school knew.

The issue with hiding this was the fact that Connor was gaining a lot of attention from Shawn’s fans. You didn’t blame them, no matter what brought them to become a fan of his, it at least brought more attention to his work and was getting him that much more popular. This just meant that you had to take hiding your pregnancy to a whole new level.

For a while you were able to just wear some big sweatshirts to cover the smallest bump you had. When sweatshirts weren’t able to work so much you then resorted to really flowy shirts and a big purse you could always swing in front of your belly. 

There was even one time that Connor and the whole crew were in town. They had invited you to lunch since no one had seen you since Connor told everyone. But at the end of lunch the manager came to tell the group that the paparazzi had followed Shawn and his own lunch date. 

You were panicked while everyone just rolled their eyes and grumbled about how someone had probably called them so pictures of Shawn and his date could be taken. You looked to Connor and gulped as he laughed with Brian about a meme he was showing him. 

“Y/n, you okay?” Shawn asked from across the table.

He was always so kind, and it boggled your mind how he could always see everyone, even when there were thousands in front of him, he could see everyone and notice every mood change.

Connor looked over after Shawn’s question and noticed your worried expression.

“Um, I’m,” You looked down at your shirt that very clearly showed off your small baby bump. “We haven’t told-”

“Oh shit,” Connor mumbled now noticing what you were referring too. “Fuck they’re gonna get pictures of us.” He looked to Shawn.

“I totally forgot,” Shawn rubs his forehead. “I’m so sorry you guys.” 

“Do you have anything to like hide behind?” Brian asked.

“No, I didn’t bring a jacket because it’s so nice out.” You shake your head. 

“Actually,” Connor cringes, looking at Josiah. “Do you still have your pocket reflector?” 

Josiah nods, handing it to Connor. 

“We’ll head out first, and then you guys go with Brian and maybe they’ll won’t pay you much attention. We’ll take a walk down the block or something.” Shawn stands, giving you an apologetic smile before walking out with his date.

You look to Connor and Brian as Connor is unfolding the reflector that creates a decent sized circle. You just laugh out loud when he offers it to you. 

“What?” He asks.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” You laugh taking it from him. “It definitely doesn’t look like I’m hiding anything.” You’re sarcastic tone makes the boys chuckle. 

“Here,” Brian hands Connor an old disposable camera. “Pretend like you’re taking my picture as we walk to the car so it looks like she’s actually using it.” 

You just laugh harder and so do the boys at this elaborate plan to cover your pregnant belly. 

** 

At 5 months your little one is now starting to move. You’re really uncomfortable at the moment, in the stages of dealing with pregnancy and the symptoms. 

Tonight is no different, if anything, it’s worse. Baby Brash (literally) has the hiccups and it’s causing your belly to move every 30 seconds or so. So sleeping at the moment isn’t a reality. Finding a comfortable spot to fall asleep isn’t a reality either.

iMessage from Papa 👶: Stop moving, I can hear your bed springs, lord help our child when you get laid.

You rolled your eyes at Connor’s message. He changed his name in your phone when he finally saw what you had him under. He even changed your name in his phone to ‘Mama 👶’ with the baby emoji. 

iMessage to Papa👶 : Tell your child to stop moving so much then

You watched as he read the message, but frowned a little when he didn’t start responding. You jumped when your bedroom door creaked open, revealing Connor in a worn white t shirt and plaid pajama pants. 

“Hey you,” He crawls into your bed, shuffling under your covers with you. “Hey Kid,” He smiles, leaning down to plant a small kiss to your belly. “Stop moving in there so Mama can go to sleep. She’s keeping me up because you’re keeping her up.”

You roll your eyes again, glaring at him. “Really?”

“You told me to tell the kid.” He shrugs. 

His hands have found their way to your belly, rubbing soothing circles in hopes of calming his baby down and lulling you to sleep. 

You sigh and let your eyes flutter close.

“What hurts tonight?” He whispers.

“My hips and back.” 

“Roll to your side for me.” 

You do as told, and moan a little when he starts massaging at your tender hips. Your lower back is so tired and your hips are sore. 

He keeps rubbing and tracing designs on your skin until your breathing evens out. He rolls away a little to go back to his room before your rolling towards him, and resting your head on his chest.

“Don’t go.” You whine.

**

His whole life flashed before his eyes when he got the call. His whole life. 

That’s the only words running through his mind. 

His whole life.

“What did she say?” Brian as he drove to the airport. 

“She said that she was being transported to the hospital and because she’s pregnant they wanted to take her in for more testing just to double check that everything was okay.” 

“And what happened again?” 

“She was driving home from work, her light went green and she proceeded through the intersection when some dipshit in a fucking truck ran the red and hit the back of her car, sounds like it’s totaled but luckily he just hit her trunk, so she wasn’t hurt to much.” 

“She’s okay though right?” Brian asked again.

“As far as I know, but I’ll keep you updated. Just tell everyone else for me okay?” 

“Of course man. Just go take care of her and that Baby.” 

Connor takes a shaky breath as he looks out the window. 

“Connor,” Brian said, surprising him by using his full name. “You need to breathe.” 

“My whole life was in that car Brian, my whole life was sitting in the driver's seat of that car, and-” 

“You need to breathe Connor.” 

“I’m trying!” He snaps at Brian, “But I’m freaking out! My girl and our baby were in an accident today and I’m not there with them! So please forgive me if I’m a little scared and panicked.” 

“I know you are, you just gotta stay calm. Positive thoughts lead to positive outcomes.” 

“You really need to stop doing that weird fucking yoga thing with Shawn. It’s changing you man.” Connor jokes, trying to lighten his own mood. 

**

By the time Connor’s landed you’re already home and resting. He bursts into the apartment like a bat out of hell, slamming the door and flipping the lock before throwing his bag to the ground and racing to your room.

“Jesus, be a little louder why don’t you.” You comment when he falls into your room.

“Are you okay? What did the doctor say? Is our Bean okay?” He throws himself onto your bed, hands instantly searching for your ever growing bump.

“We’re okay.” You whisper, threading your fingers through his hair to calm him down. “I told you we were fine and that you didn’t need to come home.”

“Right,” He scoffs. “Like I was just gonna stay miles away from you after you’ve been in an accident.” 

“But we’re okay! You’re parents, my parents, our siblings, everyone was there with me. Really we’re okay.” 

“Okay, okay.” He nods, laying down with his head beside your big belly, rubbing and tapping at it, smiling when he feels a few kicks. “My Bean is kicking?” He looks up at you.

“Yeah, has been for a week or so.” 

“Why didn’t you say so?” 

“Well,” You frown, looking away. “To be honest I planned on pretending that the first time Bean kicked when you were home next was the first time so you didn’t feel like you were missing out on anything.” 

Connor smiles at you, shaking his head and leaning up to plant a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for planning to lie to me.” 

You giggle, before shifting to sit up more. You reach for the papers on your bedside table and hand them to Connor.

“What’s this?” He asks, looking down. His face falls, frown dropping his lips eyes looking up at you. “What is this? Why are you handing me this?”

“I think we need to talk about it.” You shrug.

“Not right now.” 

“Connor this is serious, it’s not just us anymore. We’re having a kid, we need to have a Will drawn up.” 

“I understand that, but I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” 

“Connor, in the event that something happens to one of us, we need to know what the other wants.” 

“Stop, stop, stop talkin’ like that!” 

“Connor,” 

“Please,” He tugs at his hair, “Please not right now. I understand we need to know, I get that and we’ll have it drawn up but I don’t want to talk about it right now. All my nightmares came true today.” He looks at you with sad eyes. “I haven’t told you this, but lately I’ve been having a few nightmares that something happens to you and our Bean, and I’m not there to help you or protect you.” He shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. “And that happened to me today. You both were in an accident, and I wasn’t here.” 

“Connor,” You say again.

“I get it!” He snaps. “But I don’t like the thought of losing you okay? I’m fucking in love with you, and I don’t really have you, but I thought I lost you when I got that call. So can we stop talking like this for the day? Please? Please can you give my heart a moment?” 

You stare up at him with wide eyes, your heart rate picking up at his words. 

“You’re what?” You whisper, caressing his cheek.

“Huh?” 

“You’re in love with me?” 

His eyes go wide in panic now that he’s realized what he’s said.

“Are you being serious?”

“Yeah?” He nods.

“Why haven’t you said anything!” You slap his arm.

“I don’t know, you never-”

“I’ve been in love with you since Junior year!” You keep slapping his arm.

“Stop hitting me!” He grabs your hands, interlocking your fingers.

“You never said anything!” “Neither did you!” He responds.

**

Things were different now, you still hadn’t really said officially what you two were now, but it was this weird in between stage of best friend and boyfriend.

He would kiss you sometimes, and always hold your hand, he’d even let a few pet names slip, but when asked by others he still referred to you as his best friend. 

It confused you to no end, because now that something changed he’s moved into your room, claiming that he would just sneak in every night anyway, and now you had room for a nursery. 

“Babe?” He called from the nursery, seated criss cross on the ground, staring up at the ceiling while waiting for your response. “BABE?” 

“What?” You call back, walking down the hall to the laundry room.

“Can you bring me a water?” 

“Really? You can’t get it yourself?” 

“I’m building the crib!” 

“I’m doing your laundry!” You yell back, leaning against the dryer, rolling your eyes at his request.

“Please?” He asks softly. When you don’t respond he resorts to baby talk he knows you can’t resist. “Pweety Pwease? I’ll give you kisses.” 

You groan, waddling down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing him a cucumber mint flow from the fridge, and grabbing yourself a watermelon lime one. You make your way to the nursery, throwing him the water before taking a seat in the new rocking chair Shawn bought you guys.

“How you doing there Pretty Mama?” He smiles looking over at you. 

“I’m tired, and big.” You whine, looking down at your very pregnant belly.

“I think you look really pretty.” He blushes, looking back at the crib.

“You owe me kisses.” You pout.

“Do I?” He looks at you, “What if I was crossing my fingers?” 

You gasp, furrowing your brows and crossing your arms across your chest. “That’s so mean. You’re pregnant best friend just waddled her way to the kitchen and back to bring you your precious water and you won’t give her kisses like you promised?” 

He’s up on his knees crawling towards you. “Girlfriend.” He hums setting his hands on your thighs so he can lean closer.

“What?” 

“You mean my pregnant girlfriend.” He corrects you.

“Do I?” You asked softly, biting your lip as you stare into those blue eyes.

“I sure hope so.” He whispers.

“Is that what I am? Your girlfriend?” 

He pulls back a little, brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean? I thought-”

“Yeah me too but then you told the guy at the baby shop that I was your best friend.” 

He sighs, hanging his head. “It’s so natural, or I don’t know, programmed in my head to introduce you that way. But I thought we turned into something more when we confessed.” 

“Me too, but when you did that it through me off.” 

“Babe,” He smiles, rubbing his hands up your legs, “We live together, we sleep in the same bed, we kiss, we love, we laugh, we fight, we’re pregnant.” He let’s his right hand wander to your belly. “I consider you my girlfriend. I hope you consider me your boyfriend.” 

“I do.” 

“So then why are you pouting?”

“Because I really want kisses.” 

“Oh my goodness.” He laughs, leaning forward to cover your lips with his own. He kisses you deeply, pecking your lips three more times before pulling away. “Better?”

“For now.” 

“Okay.” He laughs, shaking his head before going back to building the crib.

**

“Boyfriend?” You yell from the bedroom when you hear the door open.

“It’s Boyfriend and his friends!” Connor yells back. “Girlfriend?” 

“Yes?”

“Where are you?” 

You quickly finish tying the bow to his gift before making your way to the living room where Shawn and Brian are seated on the couch.

“Hey!” Shawn jumps up, giving you a hug before looking down to your belly. “Can I touch your belly?” 

You laugh a little, “Yeah go ahead, thank you for asking.” 

“Of course, it would be a little rude to just go ahead.” He says touching your belly. 

“Can you tell that to the rest of the world?” 

“Hey Bean!” Shawn says to your belly. “Uncle Shawn got you the coolest thing ever!” He says before running to the couch to show you a small guitar case. 

“Shawn you didn’t.”

“I couldn’t help myself, I was looking for a new one and saw this little thing.” He pops the case open. “I’ll teach Bean how to play and everything!” 

“There you are!” Connor smiles when he enters holding three beers and your favorite flow flavor. He walks up to you, planting a wet smooch to your lips before handing the boys their drinks. 

“I have something for you.” You grin, holding up the little gift wrapped box.

“Oh yeah?” He takes it from you. 

He unties the bow, rips the paper, and opens the box to reveal a small blue Polaroid camera.

“This is so cute,” He says holding it in his hand.

Shawn gasps and Brian stands up in excitement.

“Where’d you get this honey?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” You wave him off, bouncing on your toes in excitement. “What color is it?” 

“Blue?” He asks, looking up at you, and then over to the excited boys next to him that are punching the other in the arm.

“And blue is for what?” You pull it out of him.

“Blue is for….” He stares at you, “Blue is for boy.” His eyes light up. “Blue is for boy?” 

“Blue is for boy!” You squeal.

“Oh my god! Blue is for boy!” He wraps you up in his arms, kissing your neck. “It’s a boy, we’re having a boy!” 

“ITS A BOY!” Shawn and Brian cheer.

**

You groan in pain as you feel another contraction hit. You’ve been in labor for three hours now and your little boy does not want to come see the world.

Connor tries not to wince or complain about his hand he’s sure you’ve severely bruised. He breathes with you through the pain, running a soothing hand over your head and taking your matted hair back away from your forehead.

“There you go Baby.” He whispers, “You’re doing so good.”

“I love you Connor David,” You smile at him, “But I want to fucking kick you in the balls right now.” 

He winces at the thought and shakes his head. “I’m sorry Baby,” He looks away. “I wish I could take your pain away, I wish it were me.” 

“Me too.” You relax when the contraction stops.

“Still holding your hand?” The nurse smiles when she walks in to check on you. “You’re better than most Dad’s, they usually wimp out by now from the pain.” 

“He never lets go, no matter what.” You smile up at Connor.

“You’re my lobster Baby,” He leans down to kiss your lips.

**

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written by: @shawnm521 

[shawnnuggets]

i will never EVER get over this.

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In the Studio- S.M

This is a request: the request for this blurb can be found here 

Word Count: 2.7k

Request: “can u do one that like shawn and the reader are a thing and all their friends knew and the reader like works at the studio. one day the reader walks in on shawn and camila almost kissing and being all sexy. then shawn and the reader have fight because the reader wants to know what they are to each other, but in the end its fluff and all cute and all their friends support it and love it”

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“Good morning (Y/N).” I hear someone say as I walk into the building I know all too well.

“Good morning Linda.” I say as I give her a small wave using the same hand to push the door to the hallway. I walk down the hallway to the studio. I open the door to the familiar room and notice that Thomas and Nate are already sitting in their chairs, both of them on their phones. “Morning guys,” I say as I put my tote bag behind my usual chair. I sit down and pull out my phone. I notice I have new messages from our group chat.

Shawn: Will be running a few minutes late!

Shawn: Did everyone have breakfast?

No Thomas replied

Just had some coffee Nate replied

Not yet I type out

“I could’ve slept in a little longer if I knew he was going to be running late.” I say to Nate and Thomas.

“He’s probably just nervous,” Nate says.

I look at Nate and ask, “about what?”

Nate looks up at me and says, “Camila is supposed to be coming to the studio today.” I notice Nate’s outfit, he’s wearing a button up with some jeans. I look at Thomas and he’s wearing his usual T-shirt and jeans. I look down at my choice of clothing, a t-shirt and some yoga pants. We didn’t have to wear uniform or proper attire since we spent long hours at the studio, but it was times like this when I wished that we did have a uniform. “Well I feel underdressed,” I mumble to myself. Nate doesn’t say anything. I sigh out of exhaustion from not having enough sleep. I prop my elbow on the table in front of me and rest my head on my palm. A few minutes later, Shawn pops his head up and he is holding a cup holder with 4 coffees. Brian follows him behind holding a coffee of his own.

“Sorry guys, I had to make a quick stop to get you all some caffeine for today after that long night last night.” He hands a cup to Thomas, then he hands another cup to Nate. He walks over to me with a coffee in his hand, “Cream and sugar just how you like it.” He hands me the coffee and places a kiss on the top of my head. I mutter out a “thank you.”

“Did (Y/N) ask for that kiss with her coffee?” We hear Brian tease from the other side of the room. Shawn laughs and I feel my face begin to heat up.

“That’s how she likes her coffee, cream and sugar with a kiss,” I hear Shawn say. I look down at my coffee hoping they don’t see my grin. I look up at Shawn, and he’s looking down at me smiling. He leans in and wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind, his chin tucked into my neck.

He whispers against my neck, “you smell good.” I shake my head, “you’re delusional, I didn’t even shower last night. I got home and went straight to bed.”

He kisses my neck and mumbles against my collarbone, “I told you to stay the night at my place. You smell like lavender and vanilla. I could stay here all day.” I giggle and we hear the door open. Shawn unwraps his arms from me and distances himself. We always try to be cautious with whoever enters the room. We don’t want someone from the office letting the media know that Shawn is snuggled up in the studio with his song-writer/ producer, (Y/N). Nate, Thomas, Brian, and Scott are the only ones who know we are affectionate with one another. We notice that it’s only Scott so Shawn wraps his arms around me again. He snuggles into my neck while I sip on my coffee.

“Did you read the final lyrics?” I ask Shawn.

He shakes his head, “No I thought we had finished before we went back to my apartment.” I shake my head and reach for my bag. I pull out my notebook, “I changed the lyrics of the third verse, I wanted to make it more about regret. Can you read them and tell me if you like it? If you don’t like it, we could switch back to the lyrics from last night.” Shawn looks at the notebook and begins to hum the tune. He starts to sing the third verse with my lyrics. Scott comes over and reads over the notebook.

“I was thinking they could both sing the last two lines together and create a big buildup at the end.” Scott finishes reading the lyrics and nods his head. “I can hear what you want.” I smile at Scott, “Shawn?” Scott says as he waits for Shawn’s response. Shawn reads them again. “I like the new lyrics. It doesn’t hurt to record these lyrics and if they don’t go with the rest of the track we can stick to the original lyrics.”

“You are underestimating my talent Mendes,” we hear Thomas say from the other side of the room. He laughs and then looks at me, “You’re awesome. I love your ideas.” He leans in and kisses my lips. I smile and kiss him back. We hear the door handle turn and we all look to the door. A petite brunette stands at the entrance. She’s wearing a baby blue romper with her hair in a braid. Shawn immediately walks over to her, “Hey Camila, we were all waiting for you to get started. Let me introduce you to my crew.” He points to Thomas, “that’s Thomas, one right next to him is Nate.” He points to me, “This is (Y/N), you know Brian and Scott.” We all smile at her and wave. She says “Hey guys, I’m excited to work with you all.”

Scott takes the lead and says, “Okay now that we are all caffeinated, let’s get you both to the mics and start recording this song.” We all nod and Shawn and Camila go to the microphones in the booth. They put the headphones over their heads. I press the call button, “Are you guys able to hear us?” They both nod and Shawn gives me a thumbs up.

“Great. Thomas will give you the countdown for the first verse.” Thomas takes over the call button and says, “You guys will hear the track and I’ll start the countdown for Shawn to start singing.” We hear the song start to play and then Thomas puts his hand up and begins the countdown with his fingers. Starting at five, then 4, and so on. Shawn sings the first line, and I’m in awe of how he puts so much emotion into his songs. I smile, staring at him noticing how he has eyes closed and is focused on feeling the lyrics and not on who is watching him. He finishes his part and Camila has to sing the beginning of the chorus. She turns to Shawn and starts to sing, he makes eye contact with her and smiles at her. She’s singing to him like the lyrics are from her and she’s singing about him. My stomach clenches at the thought of Camila meaning those lyrics. She’s singing my lyrics. Those are words I wrote to Shawn. Shawn joins for the second part of the chorus and they are staring at each other with smiles on their faces. I look at both of them and notice the chemistry between them.

I’m interrupted by Thomas stopping the track, “That was good you guys, I just need you guys to sing the last two lines, you ended at different times.” I look at Shawn and he is smiling at Camila, “It was all Shawn’s fault. I started and ended perfectly.” She says through the microphone. Shawn looks at her and raises an eyebrow, Camila laughs and swings her hand to hit his shoulder playfully, “I’m just kidding.” Shawn laughs and shakes his head playfully, “alright let us know when to start.” I feel a lump in my throat and my hands are crossed over my chest. The track plays once again and the two start to sing, “is someone jealous?” I hear Brian say. I look at him and he has a small smirk on his face. I scoff at Brian and respond, “Not at all.” Brian shakes his head, “Your ears are turning green.” I roll my eyes and say, “I'm not jealous.”

I look back at them and they are staring at each other like they were in love with each other, or at least that’s what it seems like to me. I uncross my hands and place them on my lap trying to show Brian I am not jealous. We record and re-record certain parts of the song and I have to pretend that I don’t know what jealousy is.

Soon enough it’s lunch time and I am desperate to get some food in my system. We usually all leave the studio to get what we want so there is no disagreement on what we want. Shawn comes up to me smiling and I force myself to smile back. “What are we getting for lunch?” he asks. “I don’t know, what are you craving? I could go and grab it.” Shawn and I usually grab lunch together, we always take a ride to the restaurant. “I’m thinking something from Frank’s Deli?” I nod immediately craving one of their famous steak sandwiches. “Brian do you want something from Frank’s Deli?” I ask. He looks up from his phone and gets up, he walks over to us, “Hell yeah. Can I come with you?” I nod and I start to grab my keys and my bag. We exit the room leaving Shawn and Thomas in the studio. I walk to my car with Brian following close behind. I unlock the door to my car and we pull out of the parking lot to our destination, Frank’s Deli. Brian immediately starts to change the radio and puts it on a random station, “Were you actually jealous of Shawn and Camila?” I sigh, hoping this conversation wouldn’t follow me outside the studio. I swallow feeling a lump in my throat, “Yeah, I was.” Brian lowers the music down.

“Why? I’m sure they are just practicing for when they have to perform this in front of thousands of people.”

“Yeah but it looked like she meant those lyrics. She sang them like she wrote them for him. I wrote those lyrics.” I say trying not to get agitated.

“Did you write those for him?” I nod, “yeah I’m a songwriter, I wrote them so he could use them.” I say avoiding the real question.

“That’s not what I meant, (Y/N). Did you write those lyrics about him?” I can feel Brian’s stare on me waiting for my response.

“I did.” I don’t look at Brian keeping my attention on the road. I hear Brian breathe deeply, “why don’t you tell him how you feel?”

“Because I don’t know what we are Brian. I don’t know if I’m on my way to being a girlfriend, am I just a friend? Am I someone he just uses to pass the time?”

“You never know if you don’t ask.”

We leave the deli and head back into the car, we don’t say anything to each other on the way back because Brian is eating fries from the bag and I’m thinking of ways to ask Shawn what we are. I park the car and we walk back into the building. We both wave at Linda, the receptionist. Spending a little bit of time away from the studio helped clear my mind and I’m feeling much better.

“You better not have eaten from my fries,” I say, warning Brian while I try to balance the cup holder and our drinks.

“I grab from all containers, that way it’s even.” I hear him say behind me. I laugh, shaking my head. Brian walks in front of me to open the door. Brian opens the door wide open. I see Shawn leaning down into the same brunette from earlier. Their noses are touching and lips are centimeters apart. I freeze, not being able to go through the door’s threshold. Their lips meet briefly. Brian clears his throat and that causes the two to separate from each other. Shawn looks up at me and I feel my eyes begin to tear up. I place the drinks on the table and turn around heading where I came from. I hear the door shut behind me, thankful that Brian closed it as soon as I left. I hear the door’s handle try to open and I hear some shouts, “Brian let me out!” I try to walk faster hoping I get to my car and drive as far away as possible.

“(Y/N)!” I hear Shawn say behind me. I pick up my pace and I reach the lobby before I feel a hand on my shoulder, damn Shawn and his long legs.

I turn around to face him, seeing a worried Shawn in front of me, “(Y/N) that kiss didn’t mean anything. She’s been flirting with me this whole time.” I wipe my eyes, “Shawn if you didn’t want the kiss to happen, you wouldn’t be leaning in. You were leaning in. Besides, I don’t know why I am crying. I don’t care. We aren’t anything to each other, we're just friends who kiss and sleep together.” Shawn looks at me with hurt on his face.

“What are you saying?” He asks, his eyes tearing up.

“What are we Shawn?” I say waiting for a response.

“I-” Shawn struggles to find an answer.

“You see you don't even know what we are!” Shawn grabs my arms and begins to kiss my hand “(Y/N) please” I shake my head hoping tears won’t fall from my eyes.

“Shawn let me go. You don’t owe me an explanation. We don’t know what we are to each other.” I free my hand from his hold and begin to walk away. I hold my arm against my chest and I walk closer towards the door.

“I don’t know what we are, but I know what I feel. I’m in love with you (Y/N).” I stop walking, registering all of the words that came from his mouth. I turn around facing him. He walks towards me and holds both of my hands, “I didn’t want to make the wrong move and mess this up. I didn’t know if you felt the same way. I wrote a whole song for you hoping you would listen to the lyrics and understand they were for you.”

I look at Shawn thinking what song he could possibly be talking about. He interrupts my thoughts as if he was reading my mind, “When You’re Ready.” I choke up remembering how much he spent trying to perfect that song. “I love that song.” He wraps his arms around me and places a kiss on my temple, “so baby are you ready?” I nod and wrap my arms around Shawn. He holds my face and says, “I’ve loved you for the longest time, (Y/N). I was so scared that if I said something, I would lose you. I didn’t want to lose you so I kept my feelings quiet having you the way you’d let me. Tell me you’re ready to be mine.” He says as he kisses my lips. “I’m ready, Shawn. I also wrote the song you’re recording right now for you. I love you Shawn.”  He kisses my lips one more time. 

He holds my hand on our way back to the studio not caring who from the office looks and tells the world that Shawn Mendes was kissing or holding hands with his songwriter/producer (Y/N) (Y/L/N).

[softiee-babyy]

IN MY BLOOD

Summary: The one where Y/N cheats on Shawn. And he gets really devastated and heartbroken. Shawn starts drinking a lot and starts sleeping with any random model every night to ease/ ignore his pain.

1.2k words.

P.S. This is my first time writing a fic on here. So pardon any mistakes. ❤

Finally, a sense of relief rushed through me as my world tour was finally over. I felt really relaxed cause at last now I’ll be getting more time to spend with my beautiful girlfriend y/n. As I was on my way to our shared apartment I started missing her more and more by every minute that passed. I wanted to see her, feel her, touch her, tease her, caress her and please her. Alas! The car stopped in front the huge multi story building in whose apartment me and y/n live. To say I was excited would be an understatement, I was feeling like kid whose parent bought him to a huge toy store and gave him the permission to buy anything. I exchanged pleasantries with the receptionist at the front of the lobby and patiently waited for an elevator. As I stepped in the elevator and it’s doors started closing a feeling a nervousness and excitement rushed through me, it’s been six months since I’ve seen my baby y/n . This is gonna be a surprise foe her, as I didn’t told her that I’m coming back today, I’m eagerly waiting to see her reaction to this surprise. Finally, the elevator stopped at the 27th floor and steeped out of it and started making my way to our apartment through the hallway.  I slowly inserted the key into the keyhole of our doorknob. I smoothly opened the door, and yelled “ I’M BACK HOME Y/N”

I expected her to run towards me as soon as she would’ve have heard this, but I didn’t saw her coming towards me at all. Instead I heard some noises, not normal sounds, those were of someone moaning, and those moans aren’t of someone else, they’re of y/n- I know this cause I could recognize her voice even from miles away- “Don’t worry shawn nothing’s wrong, she might just be pleasuring herself” my subconscious mind is telling me this . I don’t  know what to do, maybe she’s just enjoying herself, but what if she’s doing what a part of my mind is telling me that she’s doing. I finally mustered up some courage and made my way to our bedroom. I slowly turned the doorknob and braced myself for whatever’s gonna happen next. The door slowly opened to reveal me a sight which was more than heartbreaking for me. At first, I thought this is just an illusion and none of this is true but, There she was, my pretty y/n fucking another man on our bed, on which we used to make so much love and memories. She clearly hadn’t noticed me till now, cause if she would’ve, she’d clearly be jumping off that man and explaining to me the reasons of why she did, what she did.

Finally, her filthy little eyes-whom once were the most prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen- met mine. She did exactly what I thought she’d do, she jumped off of him, grabbed her clothes and started walking towards me with her head hanged low. She looked up at me with her teary eyes but she didn’t say anything instead she started crying, I almost got tempted to forgive her and wrap my arms around her tiny body, cause I can’t see her in pain. But I kept telling myself  that “it’s her fault”, “you did nothing wrong”, “she should be sorry” to keep me from losing my composure. Finally she spoke something, more like she whispered something, “Shawn I-“ , I quickly cut her off by saying ,”Save it”. She starts sobbing more harder and to be honest it kinda hurt me to see her like this, but it’s her fault, she bought this upon herself. “Shawn atleast please listen to me once”, she spoke in her tiny voice, “No I won’t, cause you’re the one who broke my trust, you cheated on me, and expect me to listen to you huh?” , “Shawn I had reasons”, “What reasons? Wasn’t I enough for you?” I firmly asked this question to her, but she didn’t answer, she just kept whimpering her sobbing. “Do not ever show me your dirty face ever again, we’re over, everything we had between us is over, I trusted and loved you with all my heart, but I never expected you to do something like this to me. I hope you enjoyed playing with my feelings. Have a great life ahead, but don’t expect me to be in it. Goodbye Y/N!” It took every ounce of strength that I had in me to say those words and to leave her fragile body sobbing on the doorway with that stranger still lying on our bed and walk out the room and apartment without ever looking back.

I walked out the building in pure rage, I was raged not because of y/n but because I started thinking myself as a lower person to that mediocre man whom y/n was cheating on me with. Thousands of questions were running through my mind and my blood was boiling. I don’t know what I was doing my body was not in control of my mind, I started running on the road ,to god knows where, I didn’t cared about any vehicles hitting me, cause the only thought that was going through my mind were about y/n. I almost got hit by a car but I didn’t cared, I kept on running, and screaming y/n’s name. Some fans noticed me and started running behind me, I somehow dodged them. But then suddenly I saw camera lights flashing at me, and there I saw dozens of paps surrounding me and taking pictures of me, asking me non-sense questions, I was not ready to answer any of them, so I pushed them all away. I don’t care what the headlines tomorrow are gonna be tomorrow, I just want to escape the terrible thing that I witnessed right now, I just wanna run away from this pain.

My mind was not working, my body was not in my control, and my heart was gone numb. I’m now at my house, I don’t know what to do, I’m just laying on my couch being all surrounded by alcoholic bottles, and thinking about how the love of my life betrayed me.

It’s been 3 weeks since y/n cheated on me, everyday felt the same, everything was blurry, y/n had called & texted me countless amount of time but I didn’t answered it, cause I didn’t had the strength to. All that my days were consisted of was drinking and hooking up with random models, it didn’t ease the pain but it most definitely made me ignore it. It still felt like a bad nightmare, but I had to accept the harsh reality. I still remember the day when I first met y/n. She accidently spilled her coffee on me and bought me a shirt in spite of me telling her no multiple times. Her cheekiness & down to earth nature attracted me towards her the most. And I was certain that it was love at first sight at least for me.

All thoughts about y/n were clouding my mind when the sound of my mobile phone’s ringtone interrupted my thought process. And It was who I expected it to be. MISS Y/N Y/L/N. I was confused on whether to pick up the call or decline it. After a few seconds of thinking, I finally decided to pick up the call.

Y/N: Hello, shawn…

 Hey! Thank you so much for reading this. I hope u liked it. Pardon my mistakes. Also sorry for the cliffhanger, but the rest of the story will be revealed in the next part 😊

p.s. send me some fic ideas/requests...

[buck-nialled]

Lookalike - R. Mendes Imagine

NOTE: nearly 3.25k words of the triplets demanding they look more similar than Y/N lets on...

It was just another Friday night at the Mendes house. Well, more specifically the Mendes Triplet house. Shawn, Peter, and Raul, though bittersweet about the move, had been craving this taste of independence for as long as any could remember. All three worked diligently through high school and summers working various jobs to rake up enough money to rent their own apartment. Granted, this piece of independence lied right near their local university where all three were attending, and only fifteen from their parents’ house. However, it did the trick. All three of the boys and Raul’s girlfriend were lounging in the living room, discussing recent events as the long-forgotten Harry Potter movie played lowly on their television served as background noise.

“Mm,” Shawn hummed, “Pete, I ran into that girl from your Econ class the other day. What’s her name…” Shawn snapped his fingers repeatedly as if it would power the energy to the dim bulb in his brain.

“Julia?” Peter’s piqued interest and raised eyebrows were noticed immediately by Y/N, who sat up from her lean against Raul’s chest on the loveseat they were claiming.

“Ooh, who’s Julia?” She sang in question. Peter found heat scorching his cheeks in seconds and shook his head.

“Nobody.”

“Only his crush for, what, two years now—”

“Shawn!” The younger of the three hisses, eyes narrowed through the frames of his glasses.

“What? Y/N’s a girl, she could probably help you ask her out.” Raul reasons, while Shawn nods along with him.

“Well, about that…” Shawn’s hand reaches up to scratch the back of his head. Peter’s eyes are swollen instantly and Y/N gasps, even more, invested than before.

“What? What’d you do?” Peter demands, voice stern.

“Well, when we were talking, she kind of thought you were me…so, I did the job for you—”

“You WHAT?!” Peter bellows, standing up and running his fingers viscously through his curls. HE shakes his head and murmurs ‘no’ many times, alongside a string of curses.

“Dude, calm down! She said yes.” Shawn informs. “She wants to go out with you!” Shawn cheers, reaching out in his chair to give Peter’s shoulder an encouraging jostle.

“No, you don’t understand! I-I’m way too nervous, I can barely talk to her half the time. I’m going to make a complete fool of myself.” Peter wails, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“Hang on, you’re telling me she thought you were Peter?” Y/N scoffs, pointing between the two boys. “I don’t believe that.” She gives a firm shake of her head.

“Um, and why not?” Shawn inquires, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, babe, I mean they call us identical for a reason,” Raul interjects, turning to face his girlfriend.

“You guys don’t resemble one another at all! I could tell you guys apart with my eyes closed.” She mimics Shawn’s cross of the arms, sending a challenging look in each of their directions.

“Well, that’s only because you’ve known us for so long,” Peter replies, now devoted to arguing this theory with his brother’s girlfriend.

“And you see and hang out with us all of the time.” Raul continues. This earns a challenging raise of your eyebrows in his direction, making him clear his throat and begin rubbing her side up and down in comfort with his large palm. “Not-not that that’s a bad thing…honey.” She rolls her eyes at his “save” and turns her attention back to the original instigator, Shawn.

“All I’m saying is, you guys aren’t as alike as you seem.”

Y/N thought that’s where the conversation had stopped. But after leaving the following morning, the boy’s picked her argument back up at breakfast to inspect it. They could be doppelgängers of one another, had they not been siblings, but personality and body-language wise, they could maybe see where Y/N was coming from. Until they refused to believe so, and rather, agreed to all prove her wrong.

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That following weekend, Raul invited Y/N to meet him at a party one of his friends was hosting. Y/N just alerted him through a text that she was only a few minutes away from the house. This was when Raul turned to Peter to initiate their scheme.

“You remember the plan, right?” Raul asks, eyeing his anxious-looking sibling. Peter gnawed on his lip and took off his glasses, pocketing them into his pants.

“You sure this’ll work?” Raul eyed Peter’s gelled curls and frameless face with a smile. It was like looking in a mirror.

“Definitely. Oh, and don’t forget to lower your voice some. You still sound kinda squeaky.” Raul advises in a low tone. 

“Hey!” Peter’s offended tone reaches a high-pitched whine. Raul sends him a knowing, I-told-you-so glance that leaves the younger huffing. “Fine.”

“Alright.” Another text is sent to Raul’s phone with a BLING! He glances down at your announcement that you were looking outside for him. “She’s here, go out and look for her!” He ushers the nervous boy out of the door and into the chaos while he follows behind, keeping a careful distance and camouflaging himself in the crowd of warm bodies dancing to the beat radiating from the speakers.

“Hey, there you…are.” Raul’s ears perk up at his girlfriend’s apprehensive voice and he stilled, watching Peter spin around foolishly until Y/N is waving a hand at his face. “Hey!”

“Oh.” Peter clears his throat, trying not to make the squinting of his eyes obvious as he approaches the blurry figure. Lowering his tone, he attempts to speak a sultry, “Hey, baby.” His voice cracks slightly, but Raul hopes she does not acknowledge it. Y/N’s eyes flick down to his hands wringing and shifting feet. They were making this game way too easy for her.

“Hey, Peter. Nice sweater.” She points to the gray, knitted top with a sweet smile. A visceral beet red overcomes the man’s cheeks as a smile stretches along his face.

“Thanks, I got it at—” His voice is higher once he begins speaking again, and through his squinting, he catches Y/N holding a triumphant smirk. His smile falls before he is exclaiming, “shit!”

“Nice try. Now, where is my boyfriend?” She demands, crossing her arms. Raul comes out of hiding once summoned.

“Knew I should’ve asked Shawn to do it.”

“Hey!” Peter squeaks once more.

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Raul and Peter had concluded that the clothing choice of their first attempt was poor and needed adjustments. So, with permission to Shawn’s dresser, Raul donned himself in a navy-blue button-down with jeans, sure to give only scant attention when taming his curls that morning. Shawn was very hesitant to also grant Raul permission to his guitar and swore that he and Peter would be the only sons in the family if Raul so dares to damage the guitar in the slightest. He took Shawn’s intimidating glare and words with caution before he was out of the door with the acoustic in hand.

As Y/N was exiting her usual coffee spot, she could hear familiar hums and single pluck of strings blowing in her direction. She kept following the trail of arbitrary notes and hums before she spotted one of the curly-haired giants by one of the fountains in the university’s courtyard. Raul’s head lifted from the strings he had been picking at mindlessly and matching the sound to in hums for over three minutes before his target was spotted.

“Y/N!” he calls over with a wave of his hand. He and Shawn’s voices (when talking) were probably the most alike. With his hair and clothes identical to those of Shawn’s, he was confident his girlfriend will be baffled when he tells her.

“Hey…” She slows her footing, approaching the look-alike at the fountain. “What’s up? I never see you playing out here.” Raul’s mouth opens and closes like a fish hooked and reeled to shore, unable to answer before the words are spewing out a few moments later.

“Oh, just needed a change of scenery. I’m working on a song right now and figured it would inspire me.”

“I see…and has it?”

“Oh, yeah! It’s coming out great, I’m almost done with it.” Raul brags with a chuckle. She has no idea, he is certain.

“Cool! Play it for me.” She took a seat beside him, and Raul’s cocky smile fell immediately.

“Uh…right now?”

“Yeah. Right now.” She nods, observing the man’s unsure state. His hands, which she’s seen coordinated with a controller in them, fumbled atrociously when trying to strum even one chord of the acoustic guitar. A dissatisfying noise resulted instead, making both her and Raul cringe.

“Ta-da!” He sings, waving one of his hands. Y/N only giggles and shakes her head.

“Yeah, real nice song, babe.” The familiar pet name deflates all of Raul’s hopes to fool her. “But next time, I’d at least try and remember your brother’s tattoos.” She remarks with a devious smile, before pivoting to leave her boyfriend still sitting at the fountain, gobsmacked.

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“I don’t get it! How is this not working?” Raul sighs, laying back on his bed with an aggravated huff.

“Maybe we should give up,” Peter suggests, but his brothers refused to dissolve the issue.

“No! I want to prove her wrong!” Raul insists, jaw clenching. The way Y/N bragged about how different they all looked to her made the thoughts that they could actually all be one person seem a fallacy. 

“Me too.” Shawn crosses his arms with a pout. “I could tell you guys apart with my eyes closed,” he recalls your statement in a high-pitched, nasally voice, before scowling. “Yeah, right.” Raul sighs and shut his own eyes, before the lightbulb in his mind was flicked on, and illuminated the brilliant idea. He could almost hear the angels singing harmoniously in his head at the thought.

“That’s it.” He sits up. “Her eyes have got to be closed.”

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They have reached the location of their final attempt. It took preparation, an order of three tuxedos, a pair of contact lenses for Peter, and some foundation Shawn felt very judged by the cashier at CVS for purchasing with no context given. But they were ready to begin the plan. Raul invited Y/N over for a special, romantic dinner, promising her that Raul and Shawn would be out of the house for the night and at their parents’ house to give the couple some much-needed alone time. Y/N, of course, did not refuse the offer and agreed right away.

“Hello, my love.” Raul greeted, opening the door wide to reveal the interior of the apartment. He decorated the dining room with tea light candles and some rose petals to not only sell the atmosphere but the act that it was just the two of them. “I have a surprise for you, so I need you to put this on.” He says, pulling out a blindfold from his coat pocket.

“Uh…”

“Just trust me, okay?” Raul places it over her eyes before she could protest further. She mumbles a small ‘okay’ as he takes her hand in his and begins leading her to the table. He instructs her to sit, guiding her to the empty chair below before Peter peeks his head out of the kitchen entryway. Raul gives him a thumbs up and tells Y/N he would be right back. This allows Peter to grab the two dishes of pasta he spent the past two hours cooking and baking to perfection and exit the kitchen. Meanwhile, Raul enters the kitchen to wait and watch the elaborate plan to unfold right before him. Peter walks towards the table, setting one plate down in front of his chair, which sat across from the table and the other in front of Y/N.

“Can I take this thing off now?” Y/N asks. Peter seats himself and brushes a hand through his gelled curls and gives her permission to do so. When the dark cloth is taken off of her eyes, she blinks but looks unfazed by the sight of Peter. They progress into dinner, Y/N asking what Peter’s recipe was because she has been with Raul too long to know the farthest his cooking skills expanded was to cereal and cup noodles.

She asked about his day, and Peter gave all of the typical Raul answers that her real boyfriend informed him off earlier. He asked about hers and brought two of the dishes to the sink, before excusing himself to the nearest bathroom, where Shawn was hiding out. He entered the small room, shutting the door behind him to find Shawn scrolling through his phone as he laid in the bathtub.

“Dude stand up! Your suits going to wrinkle!” Peter scolds in a hushed tone, yanking Shawn up by the arm.

“Ow! Relax mom.” He bites back, a bit loudly, rubbing up and down his jostled arm.

“Just get out there before she—” A knock sounds on the door.

“Babe, you okay?” Y/N’s voice sounds from the other side of the door, concern laced through it. Shawn pockets his phone right as Peter shoves him toward the door and steps inside of the tub, yanking the shower curtain to shield him. The bathroom door opens to Y/N, who is staring with raised brows up at Shawn.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah just needed to use the bathroom real quick.” She smirks, before leaning towards Shawn and placing her hands against his chest.

“Good, because I was thinking—” Shawn’s hands take hers instantly, and peel them off of his chest while saying, “of a movie? Great idea!” He does not wait for Y/N and instead, leads the way to the living room couch. She begrudgingly follows.

“So what are we in the mood for? Comedy, romance…?” Shawn lists with an inquiring tone.

“Netflix,” Y/N mumbles, looking up to her boyfriend who was sitting a whole two cushions away from their usual spot on the couch, where she was.

“Sure.”

“And chill.” She adds.

“…oh,” is all Shawn gets out before Y/N is scooting closer to him. He nervously chuckles as she begins pleading to him.

“Raul your brothers aren’t here, I figured we could make the most of it. I know it’s been a while…I thought that’s one of the reasons you called me over.” She admits, before glancing down at her heels in embarrassment. Had she bought that new lingerie set for nothing?

“N-no. It is.” Raul overhears from his spot in the kitchen and his eyes grow wide. He creeps out to the wall separating the dining room and the living room, peeking his head around it.

“It is?” Shawn’s eyes flick up to Raul, who was sending him a warning glance. Shawn was stuck, and could only answer in a meek, “yes.”

“Okay then,” Y/N was leaning forward again, lips only inches from Shawn’s before he is pushing her away from him, a little too forcefully, resulting in Y/N landing on the floor with a thump.

“What the hell, Raul? What was that for?” She grunts, dusting herself off once she sat up.

“Because you tried to kiss me!”

“You say that like I’ve never—” Her eyes catch something moving in the corner that was not Shawn. Rather, a similar stature, adorned in the same three-piece suit, hiding behind the wall and failing miserably.

“Shawn.” She states through clenched teeth, twisting her head back to the boy on the couch. All he did was send a sheepish smile in her direction. She was nearly growling in anger when she stomped to the bathroom, where she swore she heard more than one voice talking. Flinging open the shower curtain, it screeched against the rod and revealed Peter on his phone, lying down in the tub much like Shawn was earlier. He chuckled, assuming it was one of the brothers.

“Did she fall for—” When he finally turns his head and comes face-to-face with (a fuming) Y/N, his satisfied grin drops. “Uh oh,” he murmurs.

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“Ow, ow, ow, ow…” Peter is dragged out of the bathroom by his ear. Y/N’s free hand latches onto Raul’s lobe on the way back and had him harmonizing in their moans of pain. Soon, all three triplets were sitting before her on the couch, looking down guiltily at their shoes like children in time-out.

“Anybody want to explain?” She scoffs before any of the boys’ mouths could open and spew out their answers. “You know what? Never mind. I think I already know.” She held up a hand. Raul, sat in the middle of his two brothers, tries reaching out for it.

“Babe—”

“No! God, I can’t even look at you guys right now.” She puts her hands over her face and sighs, still trying to process the entire situation. “Shawn, Peter, can you guys leave us for a second?” Not waiting any longer than needed, the two boys were scurrying to their respective rooms, while Y/N kept pacing the floor in front of Raul. Finally, minutes passed and she stopped, staring at him. “Why?”

“We just wanted to prove you wrong. Everything we tried always failed and you said yourself you could tell us apart with your eyes closed. We tried refusing the fact that maybe we don’t all look alike—”

“You do.” Y/N’s eyes fell closed as she threw her head back with a sigh.

“What?”

“All of you lookalike Raul. You’re identical for God’s sakes.”

“Then why’d you say—”

“Because I know all of your quirks by now. And Peter’s and Shawn’s. And you want to know why?” She sat beside him, on their cushion, running a hand through his perfect brown curls, not even his triplets could imitate to perfection. “When I first started dating you, I was scared something like this would happen.”

“Like what?” Raul furrows his brows.

“This.” Y/N repeats, gesticulating to the vicinity surrounding them. “That I would mistake you for Peter or Shawn somehow and accidentally do something with them that I was meaning to do for you; that you’d see or that they’d tell you and you wouldn’t believe me if I tried telling you my reasoning because why would you believe the girl you just started dating over your brothers?”

“Babe—”

“So I tried finding everything I could to differentiate you guys so I always knew who was who. It got way easier when Peter wore his glasses more and Shawn got the tattoos. But I’ll admit sometimes I still get scared it’ll happen. I mean it almost did.” She continues, tears blurring her eyes.

“Baby, no, come here.” Raul coos, pulling her towards his chest. Y/N might sound bias saying that out of all three boys, Raul gave the best hugs, but it was true. She sniffled into his shoulder, allowing his affirmations to comfort her. “I don’t think that would ever happen. Especially now that you went through all that trouble to make sure it was always me.” Raul chuckles, now finding the admission more adorable the more he thought about it. He brought her head away from his neck and cradled it as she leaned her cheek against his warm palm. It was the only hand she ever wanted to kiss, hold, and touch for the rest of her life.

“Yeah, I guess its kind of stupid looking back on it. But I just…” She shook her head, eyes darting down to the floor before flicking up to meet his brown ones. “I never wanted a reason to lose you.”

Raul leaned forward until their noses brushed against one another, “want to know something, Y/N?” She hummed, their locked eyes never breaking contact through his next words. “I love you so much, I don’t think I could ever leave you. No matter the reason.”

[harrysfolklore]

Def Dua!! i feel her and Harry would get on so well irl 😹

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2013

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yourinstagram MY ALBUM JUST HIT #1 IN THE UK AND I’M OPENING SHOWS FOR ONE DIRECTION NEXT WEEK !!! my life is a dream right now ❤️

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ynfan1 I’M SO PROUD OF YOU !!

niallhoran Ayeeee welcome abroad !

onedirectionfan1 i can’t wait to see you at my show

harrystyles Soooo excited ! :)

ynfan2 she’s getting so big in the industry, i’m proud

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onedirectionnews Harry sent a message for YN’s sister Rina !

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onedirectionfan1 my babyyyy

ynfan1 i love their friendship

onedirectionfan2 best duooo

ynfan2 i love them

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ynupdates YN during her set in Belfast tonight ! #TakeMeHomeTour

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ynfan1 my babyyy

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ynfan2 she’s gaining sooo many fans

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harrystyles Ready to go on stage.

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onedirectionfan1 hi harryyyy

ynfan1 she’s so prettyyyy

niallhoran She’s stealing our spotlight

yourinstagram you annoy me

onedirectionfan2 i love this friendship

2016

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harryupdates Harry spotted hanging out with YN in London today !

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harryfan1 OMGGG THE ICONIC DUO IS BACK

ynfan1 a reunion i didn’t know i needed

harryfan2 ahhh they were the best of friends back then remember ?

ynfan2 i’ve always shipped them tbh

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yourinstagram bartender of the night 😍

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ynfan1 BEST FRIEND ???

harryfan1 omg are they dating ??

niallhoran My mates ❤️

arianagrande love you angels

ynfan2 the 😍 emoji they’re sooo dating

harryfan2 IT couple already

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harryfan1 AHHHHH

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↳ yourinstagram i love you annie 💖

yourinstagram I love you, angel boy 🤍

ynfan1 AHHH THIS IS GOING TO BE THE IT COUPLE OF THE INDUSTRY

harryfan2 this is like the perfect couple

2017

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harrystyles HARRY. STYLES. //12.MAY.17//

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harryfan1 OMGGGG HARRYYY

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yourinstagram SO PROUD OF YOU MY LOVE ❤️

ynfan1 around the same time yn is releasing her album, my babies

annetwist ❤️

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yourinstagram all the albums i have to sell in order to kick @harrystyles out of the #1 spot

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ynfan1 PLEASEEE I LOVE THEM

niallhoran 😂😂😂

harryfan1 that’s what happens when the #1 male and female artists in the industry are dating

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↳ harryfan2 i love them so much

jefezoff I’m buying yours

↳ yourinstagram thank you jeffrey

↳ harrystyles If I don’t sell albums we both lose our jobs, mate.

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harryandyn Harry and YN at the Dunkirk premiere tonight !

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harryfan1 AHHHH

ynfan1 the IT couple does it again

harryfan2 they looked soooo hot

ynfan2 the fact that the #1 singers in the world are dating will always be so hot

2018

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ynupdates “He couldn’t be here tonight because he’s currently on the road touring, but I know he would like me to thank you for your giving him this award, and i’m definitely not jealous that he won it over me, they’re going to the same shelf anyway” - YN accepting Harry’s Brit Award for best music video tonight !

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harryfan1 PLEASEEE

ynfan1 i love them so much

harryfan2 yn won best female artist also they’re really the most successful couple in the industry

ynfan2 THE IT COUPLE

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harrystyles Hong Kong, Live On Tour.

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harryfan1 SO HOTTT

jefezoff 🙌🏻

yourinstagram I miss you, my angel boy 🤍 I hope you’re enjoying tour

↳ ynfan1 AWEEEE

↳ harrystyles I miss you every day x

↳ harryfan2 they’re disgustingly in love that’s so cute

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yourinstagram THE ONE THAT I BELONG TO 💖 THANK YOU NYC

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ynfan1 MY BABIES

harryfan1 THE WAY HARRY LOOKS AT HER

shaniatwain Love, love, love ! ❤️

ynfan2 they need to perform together more often

harrystyles Always x

harryfan2 COLLAB

2019

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yourinstagram WE TOOK THEM HOME !!! THANK YOU RECORDING ACADEMY 🥲🤍

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ynfan1 IM SUPER PROUD

selenagomez ❤️❤️

harryfan1 i lost my mind when she said “i would love to dedicate this to my angel boy h” THEY’RE SO IN LOVE

harrystyles I’m the proudest guy in the world right now. You deserve this more than anyone, my love. Can’t wait to see those in the shelf x

↳ ynfan1 IM SOBBINGGGGG

niallhoran Congrats my friend 🙌🏻

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harrystyles FINE LINE. THE ALBUM. DEC 13

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harryfan1 OMGGGG

gucci ❤️

ynfan1 SO EXCITING

yourinstagram PINK AND BLUE TIME !! FINE LINE IS COMING

↳ ynfan2 she’s so excited i can’t

annetwist So proud 👏🏻👏🏻

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latelateshow Spill or Fill? Find out what everyone’s favorite couple went for in the link in our bio. #LateLateStyles

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harryfan1 THIS WAS THE BEST THING EVER

harrystyles That was fun, let’s not do it again.

↳ yourinstagram agreed

ynfan1 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH BYE

harryfan2 name a more iconic couple

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yourinstagram when you find out that you have the #1 album in the world. I LOVE YOU, LOVE OF MY LIFE, i’m so proud of you and i will never have the words. PINK AND BLUE FOREVER 💓💙

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ynfan1 AWEEEE

sza congrats ❤️

harryfan1 i’m crying this is adorable

harrystyles How does it feel to know that an album full of songs about you is #1? x

↳ yourinstagram pretty good tbh, feeds my ego and all

↳ harryfan2 BYE I LOVE THEM

2020

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yourinstagram MOONLIGHT. THE ALBUM. OUT NOW 🌖🤍

THANK YOU to my team, co-writers and producers for helping me create the album of my dreams.

thank you to my family and friends for supporting me and listening to my endless rants about i wanted to craft the perfect album.

and thank you to my angel boy @.harrystyles, for inspiring me to be the best artist i can and giving me a love to write about.

I HOPE YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO

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ynfan1 IM CRYINGGG

dojacat congrats my friend 🖤

harryfan1 saved 2020

harrystyles I’m so proud of you, and I love you. The world already knows how sappy you make me.

↳ ynfan1 if they ever break up i’ll stop believing in love

harryfan2 PINK AND BLUE JUST LIKE FINE LINE

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harrystyles DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. Practice social distancing. Watermelon Sugar Video Out Now.

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harryfan1 BEST VIDEO EVER !!!

yourinstagram SUMMER ANTHEM !! 🧡

↳ ynfan1 girl that song is literally about your goods

jefezoff 🙌🏻🙌🏻

harryfan2 this deserves to be a #1 hit

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yourinstagram LISTEN UP KIDS !! h has the chance of hitting #1 on the billboard hot 100 for the first time ever ! stream watermelon sugar so i can be a happy girl with a happy boyfriend 🥰

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ynfan1 YEEES

harryfan1 not yn doing more promo than harry’s team

jefezoff Are you trying to steal my job?

↳ yourinstagram i already did

harrystyles ❤️🍉

annetwist Let’s go 👏🏻

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harrystyles You’re the reason why Watermelon Sugar exists. Thank you to everyone who helped to make it #1 x

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ynfan1 the it couple does it again

yourinstagram this is all YOU my love, you make me and all of us who love you so proud 🥲

↳ harryfan2 she’s so right

gemmastyles The first of so many ❤️

2021

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ynfan1 THEY SLAYED SO HARDDD

emmachamberlain bury me with this

↳ ynfan2 SAME

harryfan2 ugh just look at them, posing for the grammys together with 3 nominations each and ready to slay their performances. THE INDUSTRY’S POWER COUPLE

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harryfan1 HE LOOKS SO PROUD

ynfan1 my grammy winners

harryfan2 im so happy him and yn won

ynfan2 i screamed when yn said “i would love to thank harry, even tho i literally just took this win from him” I LOVE THEM

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yourinstagram GRAMMYS RECAP !! 🤍🦋 i love sharing this moments with you @.harrystyles

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harryfan1 HARRY CONTENTTT

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harryfan1 OMFGGGGG

ynfan1 SO DAMN ICONIC

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jefezoff 🥺

harryfan2 you don’t understand they’re the modern brad pitt and jennifer aniston minus the toxic part they’re the moment

mtv We love a couple who breaks the internet ❤️

extra: yn attend’s harry’s msg shows

2022

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harryfan1 his entire family was there too 🥺

ynfan1 that’s why miss girl was extra giggly tonight

harryfan2 his face while she was doing the pretty please dance, same

ynfan2 best couple ever

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yourinstagram COACHELLA WEEKEND ! ready to support my angel boy 🦋🤍

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harrystyles Butterfly girl x

↳ harryfan1 JUST STOP

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ynfan2 she’s in the middle of her world tour but flew to the states to support him MY BABIES

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harryfan1 BEST ALBUM EVER

ynfan1 i love it already

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[monikamendes]

"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.

STREAM WONDER THIS FRIDAY 💙

[2018shawn]

Baby M

Request: Can you write about y/n waking Shawn up in the middle of the night because she’s uncomfortable due to being 8 months pregnant?

A/N: hi, I hope u all enjoy, dad!Shawn makes me feel week ahahah quite short so I'm sorry if it’s crappy!!! like/reblog/message me if you enjoyed any feedback is really appreciated 🥰

Ice cream. All you wanted was ice cream. But thanks to the continuous growing bun in your oven (or baby bump, to put it normally), you’d consumed every last little spoonful of Ben and Jerry’s and Häagen-Dazs left in your house. You were glad you checked the important matter of ice cream quantity before you’d headed to bed, otherwise you’d be attempting to waddle down to the kitchen any minute now, which would be an absolute waste and a torturous challenge in itself to get back up the stairs.

You picked up your phone, the screen automatically illuminating the room and almost blinding you as you checked the time. 2:54am. 14 minutes after you’d last checked. Sighing, you pushed yourself up in bed, letting your back fall against the plush velvet headboard. You stared down at your blossoming bump, a smile creeping on your lips as you notice and begin to feel the tiny movements happening inside of you. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You sarcastically giggled, your hands stroking over the bare skin of your stomach, receiving a solid kick in return to your sarcasm. This baby already had the reactions of Shawn, who would instantly scowl at you for your sarcastic attitude in any given situation.

The pains hurt, but it had grown to become bearable. You were once told that pregnancy would be one of the happiest, greatest moments of your life – you however, thought that waking over a carpet of nails would be even greater. 8 months had passed – the first, approximately, three months being bearable, the rest were just a downward spiral from there. With constant visits to the emergency department, because Shawn wanted it for his own piece of mind just as much as you, and countless phone calls to your midwife, it left Shawn feeling absolutely useless over this period of time; even going as far as to say, ‘I wish we were seahorses, because then I’d be able to do it, and you could carry on living your best life’.

What else hurt at this moment in time, was how peacefully asleep Shawn was next to you. His wild hair a was contrast to the pleated white pillows, his light snores filling the sound of the room along with your groans and moans. More than anything, you wanted to wake him, share your pain and restlessness and you also know that Shawn would want that too. ‘Your pain is my pain’ he’d often told you, and you solemnly swore you’d always come to him with anything.

Deciding he’d had too much of a busy day to be woken at what was now 3:01am, you shuffled uncomfortably on your bum until your legs were hung over the edge of the bed, your body now upright and head floppy. “Baby M, you’ve tired me out before you’re even here”, you had to laugh again, hand still caressing your bulging bump. Baby M had become an ongoing nickname between you and Shawn, when you decided you weren’t going to find out the sex of the baby, you settled for Baby M, short for Mendes, and it stuck ever since.

You felt Shawn shift behind you, and your movements came to an immediate halt, determined not to wake him. Breathing a sigh of relief when you heard his faint snores again, you managed to stand yourself up from the bed, your ankle instantly feeling like a balloon that’s been blown up with too much air.

“Y/N?” Shawn’s voice was groggy, and you rolled your eyes at thinking you’d get away without waking him. No matter how many times you got up for a pee during the night, he’d always be awake with you. He did what he would normally do and click the bedside lamp on, knowing how clumsy you are, even before you were pregnant you’d usually send yourself flying over a slipper you’d left in the middle of the floor or the jumper you’d ripped off yourself because you over heated in bed.

“Sorry bub, I’m just going for a pee. My bladder is a trampoline, apparently” You declared, not exactly lying. You’d only been just over an hour ago, long gone were the days of you sleeping the whole night through without waking up once.

“Okay, well hurry, wnt-a-duddle” He mumbled, barely audible as he sunk his head back into the plush pillow. Luckily, you’d mastered Shawn’s sleepy lingo and just about made out “I want a cuddle”.

You did your business, with a struggle of course, before returning back to your sleepy boyfriend who was laid across the majority of the bed with open arms as a welcoming for your return. “I swear I’ve grown since I woke up like, an hour ago. I actually just had to use all my energy to push myself off the toilet” You groaned, switching the en-suite bathroom light off behind you. Shawn chuckled at your theory, throwing the covers back to leave an empty space on the bed for you to return to. “I’m seriously gonna squish you to death if I come over there and lay on you,” you raised your eyebrows, arms tucked over each other in front of your chest as you looked down at the bed.

“What a good way to go” he smiled, reaching over and tugging one of your arms from their stern position. Reluctantly and slowly, you crawled over the bed, resting as close to him as you could. Your head lowered down to rest on his chest, his arm wrapped firmly around you with his fingers drawing patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder.

A sudden shooting pain through your stomach caused you to flinch, groaning automatically for when felt like the 1035th time. “Remind me why I let you trick me into sleeping with you that night after the Grammy’s?” Shawn became immediately concerned at your uncomfort, attacking you with a million and one questions about the type of pains you were having and how long they’d been happening, because he’d been reading up about things like this as the due date got inevitably closer. It took a good 10 minutes for him to finally settle back down, with you reassuring him it was just because you fell asleep in a funny position and now baby was apparently awake, meaning he or she was attending a gymnastics lesson in your womb.

“And because I looked incredibly sexy and you kept telling me all night you couldn’t wait to get me home… hardly think it was a trick darling.” He smiled, answering your previous question before kissing your temple as his other hand came up to your bump, rubbing gently across the surface. “Is there anything I can do?” He began wriggling, doing some sort of weird manoeuvre to shuffle down the bed so his head became level with your stomach. You rearranged your positioning, so he was in between your legs, and not for the reason you’d normally think, arms propped up over your thighs. “Baby M, you need to stop bugging your mama” He tapped your belly delicately with his pointer finger, as if he was knocking on the door to your womb.

“Yeah, sure, that’s gonna work” You rolled your eyes, still however grateful for the gesture. “And in terms of anything you can do… can you produce ice cream from that incredible talented body of yours?”

He laughed, shaking his head and you stuck your bottom lip out. “I know it’s been a long…” looking at his watch for the reference of time, “8 hours since you last ate any, but I’d also like our baby to live of something other than dairy when he arrives.”

“Well, Einstein, when she arrives, she’s gonna be living off milk so that statement doesn’t really stand” You looked down at him as he peppered kisses across your stomach, fingers stroking the skin of your hips.

He rolled his eyes as he crawled up from his position, backing up until his legs fell off the foot of the bed and he could stand up straight. You watched as he slumped off to the bathroom, taking a little longer than what he normally would if he was going for a pee. He shortly returned, heading for the wardrobe where he pulled out a pair of sweats and his baggiest jumper. “What the hell are you doing?” You questioned, eyes furrowing at your apparently very awake boyfriend. Instead of an instant reply, he sauntered back over to your, leaning down and pressing a loving kiss to your lips, the taste of fresh toothpaste making your tongue tingle.

“Going to get you ice cream.”

[brashierc]

NBLD

4 minutes late 😭😭 in my defense I was reading all day but I wrote a little sum sum to celebrate National Book Lovers Day! Happy reading y’all

He smiles to himself when he sees her insta story, now that it’s finally loaded. She posted a picture of herself curled up on his couch (though no one knows it’s his) his favorite blanket draped over her lap, coffee cup in her left hand, book on her lap with the caption ‘Happy National Book Lovers Day!’

He was so far in love with her it wasn’t even funny. The thought of her sitting on his couch with his favorite blanket made his heart beat faster than normal, and his emotions shot up like a rocket. 

He’s just walking out of the office building Shawn and the team had him meet at. They wanted to discuss visuals for the new single being added to the tour set list, and to get updates for how the documentary editing was coming along.

“You’re chipper,” Shawn nudges his shoulder, as they walk toward the parking lot together.

“My girls at my place.” He says stopping at his car, squinting in the sunlight with a small grin on his face. 

“Oh,” Shawn wiggles his eyebrows. “Spending nights now huh?” 

“I’m 20 Shawn, I’m an adult.” Connor stands straighter.

“Chill bro,” Shawn chuckles, “I’m just giving you a hard time. I’m glad to see you happy, Y/n’s cool.” 

“She’s amazing.” 

“Do I smell love in the air?” Shawn raises an eyebrow.

“You do, you do.” Connor mumbles, shrugging as his cheeks blush profusely.

“Good for you man! I’m happy for you.” 

“Thanks Shawn.” 

“You guys got plans for the day?”

“Well it’s National Book Lovers Day?” Connor looks back at Shawn, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “So I kind of planned on dropping by the book store to get a few books and then some coffee before heading back to my place to spend the day watching her read.” 

Shawn just grins, “You’ve got it bad Bro.” He laughs when Connor shrugs and continues to squirm in his stance with how embarrassed he is. ��Well, if you find yourself needing food, and maybe wanting to chill out or dance with her for a bit, I’m throwing this party tonight at my place. It’s gonna be chill but at the same time it won’t. Please feel free to drop by, bring Y/n, have some fun.” 

“Thanks man, I’ll talk to her about it.”

“If you make it you make it, if not, I’ll just know you’re getting laid.” 

At this Connor punches Shawn in the arm and laughs before bidding him goodbye and getting in his car.

He searched her bookshelf this morning, looking up authors and book titles to figure out if she was in the middle of reading any series and if she had all the books to the series. He found one series she was missing three books from, and those were the three he planned to pick out for her.

Walking into the bookstore he didn’t even try to pretend like he knew the first thing about looking for her books, he did what any boyfriend does. He went to the help desk. A young girl smiled as walked up. 

“How can I help you?” 

“I’m looking for this author and series,” He says showing her a screenshot of what he found out this morning.

She nodded, but looked up and stared at him. She blinked a few times before smirking and taking him to the section. He was oblivious to where he was until she pulled the three books he was looking for off the shelf, showing the covers to him, that were of shirtless men. 

“Oh,” He jerked his head back a bit, double checked his screenshots, and pictures of the books you had on the shelves before grabbing the books and rushing to the front counter. 

He was going to get out of there as fast as he could. The guy at the counter stared at him as he rung him up and he tried to avoid eye contact. 

He was so out of sorts he totally spaced on stopping at her favorite coffee shop before heading home.

“You’re back!” She cheered as he walked in.

“Hey Babygirl.” He smiled, snapping out of his thoughts as he sat next to her on the couch. 

“What’s that?” She asked pointing to the light yellow bag in his hand. 

“Oh,” He held it up, forgetting that he had it. “Happy National Book Lovers Day Babygirl.” He smiled, leaning over and kissing her cheek as he set the back down on her lap.

She squealed a little when she realized he bought her books. “You didn’t have to.” 

“I wanted to.” 

She pulled the books out of the bag and gasped when she found the three books that she’s been waiting to get. 

“What? How’d you? Con?” She looks up at him in amazement.

“I might have dug through your bookshelf.” He motions a thumb over his shoulder. “Looked up some authors, and some book series.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Wow I love you.” She smiles, leaning forward to kiss his lips, but pulling back when he doesn’t quite reciprocate. “What’s wrong?” She whispers.

“Why are you reading books with shirtless guys on the covers?” He blurts, not meaning too.

He shuts his eyes, jaw clenched as she giggles a little.

“I wondered if you’d ever ask me that question.” 

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” She leans closer to him, hand around his neck, thumb rubbing up and down behind his left ear. “Unless your judging me.” 

“Of course not.” He shakes his head. “I just, I’m-”

“Listen to me.” She pecks his lips. “I love you.” He grins instantly. “The books have nothing to do with us or you, it’s everything to do with the fact that I’m in love with the idea of love. I love reading love, I love watching love, I love loving you. I love feeling loved by you.” 

He smiles, big, and leans back into her hand. 

“It’s a story to me, and I like to get lost in their world because it makes me look at mine through a brand new prospective with each book I open and close.” 

“Much like photos and videos are a memory, and each time I watch it I find something new to see.” 

“Exactly.” She nods. 

“Okay, I like that. I like learning new things about you.” 

“I like learning new things about you too.” She smiles, kissing his lips softly. 

“The guy at the counter looked at me funny when I bought you your books.” 

“The guy on the other side of the counter won a lot of brownie points for dealing with the guy at the counter looking at him funny when he bought me my books.” 

“Oh yeah?” Connor smirks, leaning in for another kiss, this time slipping her a little tongue.

“Yeah.” 

“Enough to take her out of the house away from her books tonight?” He asks with a slight cringe look on his face.

“Awe, why? What’s going on?” She asks, pouting a little.

“Shawn’s throwing a party, but we don’t have to go.” 

She sits on it for a moment and nods. “Let’s go, Shawn’s parties are always fun. Someone always breaks the internet, and if it’s gonna be you I’d rather be there to watch.” 

He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.” 

“I am not.” She fake gasps. 

“Yes you are, don’t deny it. You’re my trouble.” 

“Thought I was Babygirl?” 

He blushes, taking the book off her lap and setting it on the table before he pulled her on his lap. “You are my trouble Babygirl.” He nips at her lips.

“Yeah well, you’re kind of hot Connor David.” 

He grins, leaning up a little bit. “Hot enough to take you away from your books, maybe take you down the hall, lay you on the bed, and not sleep, and maybe have you teach me what you learned from reading Fifty Shades?”

She gasps when he brings up the book series.

“I found those, hiding them on the bottom shelf isn’t a good hiding spot.” He kisses down her neck. 

“I’d much rather you be my Will Sumner.” 

“I don’t know who that is but I’m willing to learn.” 

“Be my book boyfriend.” She laughs as he stands up with her legs wrapped around his waist. 

“I’ll be the best book boyfriend.”

**

iMessage to ShAwN the bOsS: Hey man, thanks for the invite, but she looks too pretty reading.

iMessage from ShAwN the bOsS: No problem, you’re not missing much other than Brian sucking at beer pong.

“What are you doing?” She asks as she looks up at him for a minute.

She’s currently laying on him, book in hand, head on his chest.

“Just letting Shawn know were not gonna be able to make it.” 

“Oh my god! His party, I’m sorry, I’ll get ready.” She starts to move. 

“No,” He whines, holding her close. “I don’t wanna go anymore. Just wanna lay with you and watch you read.” 

“Watch me?” 

“You’re pretty, and you’re my muse, and I need some inspiration. Just read your book, I won’t bug you I promise.” He kissing her nose before settling back against the headboard.

//

written by: @shawnm521 

[pinkpeonyprincessblog]

Isn't She Lovely?

"Please, please go to sleep" I whispered desperately, as I rocked back and forth in the small room. Gracie our one month old daughter was distraught, I'd tried everything feeding her burping her, changing her, laying her down, rocking her and still she was crying. I was at the end of my wit and I really didn't know what to do. To make matters worse Shawn, the love of my life and husband of six months had gone out for the day with his little sister and even though he told me before he left to call if I needed abything, I was reluctant. This was his first full day off from work as an E.R. doctor in almost a month. Normally he'd spend the day with me and Gracie and he'd tried to do the same thing today, but I was insistent when his sister contacted him that he spend the day with her. The last thing I wanted was to get in the way of that.

But I was really starting to regret it now. It felt like no matter what I did, nothing would stop the unchecked sobs that left poor Gracie's mouth, her face was red and blotchy from the tears and her skin clammy from the force she was exuding.

"Sshh, sshh," I lulled, trying to comfort her, but it was no use, my voice could barely be heard over her cries. Finally I gave up, placing her in her crib which only caused her to cry harder and went down stairs to find the formula which we kept on hand for times like this when there was no other solution. For some reason she always seemed to settle when she was fed formula. Strange, maybe, but it worked, and I wasn't about to say no to something that might calm her down. We were both exhausted.

I made the bottle quickly rushing around the kitchen, conscious of the fact that she was upstairs squawking her little head off. I was just heading back up stairs when I remembered her dummy on the counter and turned back to get it,but there must have been water on the floor from when I was rinsing the bottle that I'd somehow missed, because the last thing I was aware of was falling and not being able to catch myself, whacking my head on the counter,landing harshly on the floor and then black.

The next thing I was aware of was the vague sound of a lock being turned and then a shadow in the doorway to the kitchen which I couldn't quite make out in my hazy state before a frantic voice yelled out, way to loudly for my pounding head,

"Shawn, you need to get in here now!"

There was the sound of quick footsteps, only making my head hurt more, before Shawn was squatting down so his face was level with mine. I had never seen him look as worried in all the time I'd known him than he did right now. His brows furrowed, mouth tipped slightly downwards as he studied me.

"Baby, what happened? Why is Gracie crying? Are you okay?" he fired question after question at me, but my brain was still too frazzled to take much in.It felt like when you wake up from an extra long nap and you're all disoriented. And all I could take in was pain, both my head and side were throbbing and I couldn't help but hold my side around my ribs in a weak attempt to stop it hurting.

The look of concern only grew at my silence. Finally the gravity of the situation actually hit me and it all came flooding back, Gracie's crying,my unsuccessful attempts to pacify her, the kitchen and my fall.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I sobbed into his chest, tears now streaming down my face. "It's okay baby, tell me what happend? Aaliyah would you go and get Gracie please?" he asked, looking up at her from the floor.

She nodded, and left the room quickly,leaving us alone momentarily.

"I'm so sorry," I continued to mumble into his chest between sobs as Shawn rubbed soothing circles into my back, waiting patiently for me to calm down enough to explain what had happened. I must have looked like a complete mess.

"Baby, I'm not mad, I promise," he whispered leaning back again to look at me. "I'm just worried, you scared me so bad," he admitted, kissing the top of my head. "Now what happened?"

I just looked at him still feeling overwhelmed and guilty. How could I let this happen?

"Tell me what happend?" he whispered again, brushing the hair out of my face.

"I was coming down here to get the formula, she's been crying all day,and I'm so tired and sore Shawn!" I hiccupped.

"Why didn't you tell me, honey? You should have called or texted," he half scolded, but I could tell his heart wasn't in it.

"And I feel so stupid, I can't even get my own baby to feed properly and she's crying all the time, and my scar is excruciating," I cried. My C-section scar had been hurting for a little over a week now and when I'd looked at it, it looked red and I knew it was probably infected, but I was too scared to do anything about it, so this was the first time Shawn was hearing about it.

"Hey, the last thing you are is stupid, I don't ever want to hear you say that again," he spoke fiercely. "You are the mother of my child and the love of my life." He kissed my hair softly.

"Can I have a look?" he asked, moving to lift my top up.

I nodded, letting him know it was okay.

He lifted the fabric and there was the scar looking more red and angry than ever.

"Baby, why didn't you tell me?" he asked searching my face. The worst part wasn't the pain I was in, but the fact that he looked genuinely hurt that I hadn't asked him for help. I really couldn't tell you what had stopped me, but the way he looked at me now made me feel so guity. I let out a whimper as he gently touched the area surrounding the wound testing for I don't know what.

"Baby this is infected. You'll need antibiotics and cream for this," he explained, moving to sit on the floor in front of me, taking my hands in his.

"Promise me next time, you'll tell me okay. Even if you think it's nothing okay. You know I'm always here for you." he squeezed my hands gently as he spoke. I nodded not trusting my voice as I felt a new wave of tears coming.

"I didn't want to worry you, you were out with Liyah, and I didn't want to bother you." I paused unsure of how to go on.

Thankfully he seemed to understand and broke the silence for me.

"You've knocked your head on something honey, you've got a small cut above your left eyebrow." He reached up to the bench grabbing the kitchen towel roll and tapping at my face gently, before showing me the red paper.

"It's not as bad as it could be, but I'll still need to clean it."

"I can do it," I insisted. He frowned, clearly disapproving. He knew I didn't like it when he went all medical on me.

"Lilah, no offense baby, but you're in no state to be doing anything medically related right now. You're clearly exhausted, you've hit your head and from the way you're holding your side I'd bet you've bruised a few ribs."

"Come on, let's go into the bathroom and we'll get you cleaned up and you can have a nice long bath, with some Epsom salts and I'll see about getting you on some antibiotics and cleaning your scar okay?" he smiled encouragingly.

I went to open my mouth, but he stopped me mid-word, holding his finger to my lips with a smile. "No buts, I know you don't like it when I worry, but it's my job, both as your husband and as a doctor, please let me do it."

He led me into the bathroom, helping me to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet seat, before reaching up into the cabinet and pulling the giant first aid box down.

"You know," he spoke as he opened it up and surveyed the contents for a moment. "Asking for help doesn't make you a bad mum. If anything it'll make you an even better mum- if that's even possible," he smiled. "Because you will have the support there when you need it. Me your mum, my mum even are Aaliyah are all here for you Lilah."

I dropped my head as what he was saying sank in. I could have avoided all of this if I'd just swallowed my pride and asked for help.

"I'm sorry," I whispered again.

"Baby, you don't need to be sorry," he murmured coming over to stand in from of me holding what looked like cotton swabs. "Head up for me honey," he spoke, tapping under my chin with his pointer finger.

I lifted my head as he asked and made the mistake of looking him in the eye. That was all it took for another round of tears fuelled by exhaustion and humiliation to well up as I faught to stop them falling again.

"I'm just going to wipe the blood away so I can see the cut a little better okay?" he asked, stepping closer so his legs were on either side of mine. I nodded, trying to be brave.

Once he'd cleaned by head up and placed a plaster on it for good measure he turned his attention to my scar. "Lift your top for me again Princess?" he asked as he turned to get more cotton swabs, disinfectant and cream from the box.

"This is going to sting, I'm sorry honey," he warned as he poured the yellowish liquid onto one of the swabs and moved to pull the fabric of my shirt up further."Ready?" he asked, watching me carefully.

I nodded,clenching my fists. "Try to relax honey," he encouraged, dropping my shirt and placing a comforting hand on my thigh instead.

Sure enough as soon as the liquid came into contact with my skin I wanted to scream.

"Deep breathes Lilah," he encouraged as he wiped the area a few times. "Nearly done."

I tried my hardest to not move, but I couldn't help he whimper that slipped through my lips. Shawn frowned, his hand giving my thigh a slight squeeze.

"What do you want to have for dinner tonight bub? I could do Carbonara?" I knew he was trying to distract me from what he was doing, but I was greatful. It gave me something to do other than focus on the intense burning that was still eminating from my stomach.

"That would be nice," I smiled, I could feel my stomach rumbling at the thought.

"Okay, we'll do that and we can have a movie night how does that sound?" he asked as he finally removed the swab,and placed it in the bin.

"How you feeling Lilah?" Aaliyah asked a few minutes later, stepping into the bathroom as Shawn wiped some soothing care onto the area.

Gracie was now asleep in her arms, no hint of the earlier upset apparent on her face. She looked like a sleeping angel.

Shawn placed the cream on the counter and went over to take Gracie gently from his sister kissing her softly on the head as she fidgeted slightly getting comfortable in her daddy's arms. I could just make out him speaking softly to her, " I heard you've been giving your mommy a hard time little lady, maybe save that for when daddy's home so we can play two man defense," he whispered.

I couldn't help but laugh at the way he spoke as though she could understand everything he was saying.

"Hey, who said you could listen in, this is a private conversation between me and my girl." he hugged her closer to his chest a fake scowl on his face as she grabbed a fist full of his shirt in her sleep,

"She's half mine," I quipped back with a grin.

"Touche," he smiled, rubbing the bridge of her nose with a feather light touch watching as she scrunched it in response.

"How about you take a bath honey, I'll start getting dinner going," he suggested as he carefully passed Gracie back Aaliyah.

"But what about Gracie?" I asked.

"Her aunty has her hey baby," Aaliyah smiled down at Gracie from the doorway.

I smiled, I knew that between Aaliyah and Shawn they could handle her, so I nodded and they both left, though Shawn not before placing a soft kiss to my temple and whispering an "I love you."

...

It was several hours later and Shawn had made dinner and put Gracie down, Aaliyah having left leaving Shawn and I to cuddle on the sofa 10 things I hate about you playing softly on the T.V. though I was so tired from the day's events that I wasn't really paying attention to the movie, instead enjoying the warmth radiating from Shawn his soft breathing lulling me further into sleep.

"I'm sorry if you felt like you couldn't tell me," he murmured as he traced patterns into my thigh.

I sighed, snuggling into him more.

"It's okay, it's me, it's just all new, and I guess I wasn't expecting it to be so hard," I admitted.

"You know, I'm always here right, whenever you need me, my family comes before anything."

"I know." And I did know, Shawn was never exactly quiet about his love of protectiveness of us.

"You and Gracie are my life," he spoke.

Just as he said that a soft whine started from down the hallway signalling that she'd woken.

I sighed going to get up,"No," he spoke firmly, pushing me gently so I was forced back into my little cacoon on the sofa. "I'll go."

"Are you sure, I'm fine to get her," I started.

"Babe, you've had a tough day,let me look after my girls," he pleaded with the best puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen, even for him.

I nodded, letting him go, watching as he made his way down the hall and into our daughter's room.

A few moments later he returned, little Gracie in nothing but a nappy due to the hot summer night, her whines having turned into soft little grunts as she lay on Shawn's shoulder.

"Hi bubba," I sang as Shawn sat down again, moving her to his right shoulder so I could keep talking to her. "What are you doing up so late ha? You're gonna be so tired in the morning little lady." As if on cue she started crying again, more forcefully than before.

I sat up holding my hands out ready to take her, a reflex reaction, but Shawn shook his head "I wanna try something," he told me, shifting her slightly and unbuttoning his shirt to show his toned chest. Her placed Gracie down and as soon as her skin touched his she settled. I smiled, watching the cute scene unfold before me.

"She knows daddy's got her and it's all okay,hey baby," he cooed softly and unapologetically, rubbing firm comforting circles into her back. "I can't believe we made her," he whispered in awe minutes later when she'd fallen back to sleep, resting soundly on Shawn.

"I can, but isn't she lovely," I moved to ever so softly stroke her hair, it was like angel's hair, still perfect,she was perfect, still so innocent, oblivious to the big bad world outside our perfect little family.

"She's the most lovely girl in the world, she takes after her mommy like that," Shawn smiled, turning to peak me on the lips. And in that moment I felt that everything in the world was right. That no matter what happened I would always have my perfect little family and that was all I needed.

[softboywriting]

Haven Port | Chapter Two | Shawn Mendes

Summary: Shawn and his pack have moved to your tiny town of Haven Port. You’ve never met werewolves other than your dad before and you’re infinitely curious. You may be only half werewolf but you and Shawn have a connection that will send you on a wild romantic journey in this small town you call home. [hybrid reader] [werewolf shawn]

Word count: 3.5k

|Masterlist In Bio|

Shawn walks into the shop no more than ten minutes after you open the next day. It's a thrill to see him, your stomach flip flops and your heart soars. It's been a long time since you've felt like this. He's in just a sweater and jeans and for a moment you feel bad, knowing his coat is at your house behind the front door. If you'd known he was coming by you would have brought it to work with you.

“Morning,” He smiles warmly and you lean against the counter, grinning ear to ear. Something about him makes you so excited that you can't control your face when you see him. You feel like you must look like a doofus.

“Good morning. What can I get started for you?” You giggle, yes, actually giggle. Good grief he has you giggling like a teenager with a crush.

Shawn crosses his arms and saunters along the length of the counter. “I want something warm," he looks at your sweater clad chest. "Something sweet," he looks at your lips and you can feel your hands sweat. "And I think maybe something with a toasty brown color,” his eyes go to your brown fuzzy ears. “Oh and I'd like it for here, not to go.”

“Hmm, I dunno...I could suggest maybe a chai tea with honey?” You say playfully, grabbing a small glass mug off the rack by the counter for dine in guests. You know he's teasing you, describing you as his drink. "Maybe a-"

Shawn leans over the counter and grins, stopping you mid sentence. He motions for you to lean forward, to come closer and you do. He hooks his finger over the front of your apron and plays with the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. “Is there anything sweeter?” he whispers, eyes on your lips.

“I-I don't know,” You mutter, suddenly aware of how suggestive this was getting.

Shawn chuckles and releases your apron, eyes soft as he leans away, understanding you've gotten nervous from his attention. “Chai with extra honey will be fine.” He purrs softly, voice low and still in flirt mode.

You turn around quickly, cheeks flushed hot as you begin to prepare his tea.

It takes a few minutes to steep his drink and you peek over at him while he browses your gift selection. He picks up gift baskets and looks them over before setting them down again. Occasionally he will smile to himself and steal a glance back at you.

“What do you do?” You ask, and he looks up from a breakfast basket you made just a few days ago.

“I used to work with my dad. He owns a couple garages.”

“You're a mechanic?”

Shawn approaches the counter and you slide his cup toward him. “I was, yes. I've also been a carpenter and a landscaper.” He hangs his head and chuckles inwardly. “I guess I've done a lot.”

“What kind of work are you doing here? Or have you found a job yet?”

“I'm still looking. I'd like to get a job in town here but I'm not too keen on working on a fishing boat. I can't leave my pack for weeks at a time.”

You turn to the back counter and grab your phone. “I know someone who could use help. He's a friend of my Dad's. He works on the boats at the docks.”

“Repair work?”

You nod. “Repair and maintenance. I used to run the parts room and answer his calls for him when I was eighteen, it was my first job. You'd be perfect, you're young, strong, and I think with your experience you would be a good fit.” You slide a piece of paper with a phone number on it next to Shawn's mug.

“You don't have to do this,” Shawn mutters, looking the number over before pocketing it. "Thank you though."

“I know I don't have to, but I want you to stick around.”

“You do? Why's that?”

“I like you." You smirk, wiping down the counter as another customer walks in. “You're interesting, I've never gotten to know a wolf before.”

Shawn smiles and takes a seat while you help the customer that came in. The order is big, it's for a boat crew that has just docked. By the time you finish, Shawn is gone. You sigh, hoping you'd have gotten more time to talk. Maybe tomorrow or something, maybe you could get his number. Yeah. You'd ask for his number.  

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“So you're the girl the alpha is gaga for?” A voice says behind you at the market the next day and you turn around. A tall curvy girl in a bright pink coat beams at you. Beside her is a guy about your age who is taller and built like Shawn.

“Um...you mean Shawn right?”

“Uh huh,” she giggles and thrusts her hand out excitedly. “I'm Ava and this is David.”

You take her hand and shake, her skin is incredibly warm compared to your partially frozen hand. Unfortunately high body temperature was not a trait you inherited from your dad. “Are you from Shawn's pack?”

“We are! We just got in two nights ago. David and I decided to come get some real food since Shawn has been surviving on snacks and coffee since he got here.” She rolls her eyes and you stifle a little laugh. Shawn didn't seem the type. “Anyway, I knew who you were because Shawn came home smelling like you the last two nights. I hope that doesn't sound weird, because I don't mean you smell or-”

David taps Ava's arm. He signs something with his hands and Ava shakes her head. David seems to insist. Ava makes a motion with her fist and scowls at him. This silent argument goes on for a good thirty seconds before Ava realizes you're staring, lost to the silent conversation.

“Shit, sorry. David is deaf. I get a little caught up when he is being so annoying.”

“What did he say?” You ask. “I mean it's okay, I'm not going to be offended if it's about me.”

Ava sighs and signs to David. He repeats his question. “He wants to know if your ears are able to be hidden, like can you shift?”

“Ohh, no. I can't shift. I'm stuck like this.” You reach up and scratch your ear a bit. “I'd actually never met a wolf other than my dad before I met Shawn. Can wolves partially shift?”

“Nope. It's human or wolf, no in between.” She signs to David and he nods. “Would you wanna come over for dinner? You could meet the rest of the pack, and I'm sure Shawn would absolutely love to see you.”

You look down at your basket of vegetables and snacks. “Well, I was going to make a chop salad for dinner, but I can make it later.”

“Make it and bring it over!”

“Oh, okay, sure. Where do you live? Shawn said it was outside of town and I don't have a car so...”

“We'll pick you up, is 5:30 okay?”

“Sure, I think I should have enough time to make a salad and shower.”

Ava claps her hands and signs the plans to David. He smiles and nods to you. You say goodbye and finish your shopping, suddenly nervous about the dinner plans. What if the other wolves didn't like you? What if Shawn wasn't happy with you coming to his place? Shit.

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It’s ten after five when you hear a car pull into your driveway. You look out and see it's Shawn's Jeep. You grab a coat and check Parker's water and food dish in the front entryway. He's set for the evening. You grab your bowl of salad and head out into the crisp evening air.  

Shawn rolls down the passenger window and leans over to see you as you approach the Jeep. “How did Ava convince you to come to dinner?” He laughs and you pass him the salad through the window.

“Well I knew you would be there, and I want to meet more wolves. It was really a no brainer.” You crawl up into the Jeep and Shawn rolls up the window. "I hope it's alright."

“Yes, it's fine. Ava told me you were coming over tonight and I nearly flipped because of the short notice but it's okay. The house is in no shape for visitors yet, well, it wasn't.” Shawn backs out and heads for the county road that leads in and out of town. “I'm going to have to ask you to understand that wolves are...well we're animals. Things happen.”

“What are you talking about? What things?”

Shawn turns down a dirt road and heads into a patch of woods. “We get a little rough with each other.”

“Alright? You giggle, eyebrows raised. “I'm sure you couldn't have wrecked the house already.”

“Wolves don't like change. They get a little rambunctious, and my pack just moved in. There were some fights for bedrooms and what not.”

"Ah, like siblings then?"

"Yes. Like siblings." He says oftly, chuckling a bit. "That's a very good comparison."

A few more minutes of winding through the woods and the trees open up to a big flat area. The home you're approaching is a large cabin like structure. It's got several rooms by the look of it. Its nice though, well kept outside and no signs of damage. There are two other cars in the driveway and suddenly you realize you don't know how big Shawn's pack is. You have no idea how many wolves you're going to meet.

“We're here.” Shawn announces, parking the Jeep and sighing. “I should warn you, some of my wolves are very excited to meet you.”

“Why? I'm just some girl from town?”

“You're some girl I like a lot and they know it.”

You raise your eyebrows and he raises his back. “Not much of a dater are you?”

Shawn shakes his head and chuckles. “Not really. Come on, I'll keep you from getting mauled.”

As soon as you walk in with Shawn you're met with three wolves you hadn't met yet. Two girls and a guy, all similar in age to you and Shawn. They don't look particularly excited like Shawn said and you feel anxious.

“Hi,” you smile nervously, giving your name and offering the salad bowl out in front of you. “I made salad.”

“Is that supposed to feed all of us?” The guy asks, eyeing the bowl skeptically.

You look back to Shawn and swallow hard. “Um...yes?"

Shawn growls softly. The three wolves look down, seemingly reprimanded.

“I'm Jo, this is Lindsay and Ryan,” the shortest girl says, stepping forward and extending her hand. “Shawn has told us about you.”

“Good things I hope,” you laugh nervously. You swallow harshly and Shawn puts his hand on your back.

“Familiar much?” Lindsay says, eyes on Shawn's gesture.

“Be nice Lindsay. Why don't you three take the salad into the kitchen and start setting up dinner?” Shawn says firmly.

Ryan takes the salad bowl from you and follows the two girls out of the entryway. You look up at Shawn as his hand falls from your back. “I thought they were excited to meet me?”

“They were. I don't know what the problem is. I'm not really happy with them.”

“Oh. Well Ava and David were very excited when we met in the market. Did I do something wrong?”

Shawn shakes his head. He tucks your hair behind your ear and strokes it before you can pull away. The gesture sends a wave of warmth through your body. “Ava is always excited about everything. She's the most lovely person I've ever met. David is her mate and the poor guy gets dragged everywhere. But, no I don't think you've done anything wrong. I just need to talk with my wolves.”

You nod and allow Shawn to lead you into the dining room. The table is lined with spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, sauteed vegetables and your little bowl of salad. It looks like enough food to feed a small army.

“Come! Sit!” Ava cheers, patting the seat beside her.

“You heard the lady,” Shawn smiles and you take a seat, Shawn sitting on your other side.

Clanking of dishes and banter over the food and daily activities fill the room for the entirety of dinner. You remain quiet, eating slowly as you listen to the wolves around you. They are your people but you couldn't feel any more out of place. Only Ava and Shawn attempt conversation but even then you are reserved, answers short and sweet. A few of the wolves stare at you from time to time. You know it's your ears they see. Not you.

Dinner ends after what feels like forever and everyone helps clean up while you sit awkwardly in the living room all alone. Of course you offered to help but Ava said you were a guest and guests don't clean up.

You try to lessen your awkward silence of sitting alone in the living room by going to the bathroom. On your way back you stop in the hall when you hear harsh whispering.

“Did you see her ears?” What sounds like Jo, giggles. “They kept moving anytime someone on the other side of the table would speak up, I was purposely asking Ryan questions because it looked ping pong with her ears.” You peer around the corner to see Jo and Lindsay snickering.

“Ping, ping, ping.” Linday says, motioning her right hand, and then her left up by her head to mimic your ears.

The wall is cold when you lean back against it, heartbroken. You hadn’t heard someone say something like that since you were in school. Numbly you make your way back to the living, deciding to go back to the safe zone where no one could hide in the corner and make fun of you.

You chew on your thumb nail, peeling it off nervously when Shawn and Ryan walk into the room. Shawn sits down and puts his arm over the back of the couch behind you. “You're stressed, what's wrong?” He asks in a low whisper.

“It's nothing. I'm just not used to being around so many people.”

“Would you like to go somewhere quieter?”

You nod and Shawn stands up with you. The other wolves start to walk in the living room and you step closer to Shawn. He puts his arm around your back and walks you toward the stairs. You know every wolf in the house is watching you as Shawn leads you up to the second floor. It makes you sweat.

Shawn leads you into what is clearly his bedroom. It's the master bedroom if you were to guess by the size. There's a large unmade bed in the center of the room with dark sheets and a dark bedspread. The room is very cozy, lush and inviting. The window to your right rattles loudly and makes you jump. The wind must be picking up and you realize you hadn't checked what the weather was supposed to be like for the evening.

You pull out your phone as Shawn apologizes for his mess and makes the bed for you to sit on. You pull up the weather and sure enough, a storm was coming in. A snow storm and you're at least fifteen minutes from home in the middle of the woods. Great. Even if you left now, there is a slim chance of getting home without getting stuck.

“What's wrong?” Shawn asks, looking up from where he's tucking the top sheet under the mattress. “Your ears are down like you're upset.”

“It's snowing,” you mutter, going to the window and looking out at the soft flakes floating to the already covered ground below. “A storm is coming in and I can't go home can I?”

“Of course you can go home. Why would the snow stop you?”

You look over at him and raise your eyebrows. “Snow storm means very little visibility, slick roads, you name it. I can't have you try and drive in that.”

Shawn shrugs and shakes out his comforter. “I'd find a way, but you are welcome to stay the night.”

You cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed. For a moment you think staying would be the best idea ever. For just a split second you forget that it's not just you and Shawn in the house, and then reality comes tumbling back. The conversation in the hall between Jo and Lindsay. The looks at dinner, the greeting when you arrived. It's weighs on you.

“I don't think your pack likes me,” you sigh softly, lip trembling a bit. You're not sure why but it's getting to you, it shouldn't, you've dealt with it your whole life. Maybe it's because you had high hopes of being accepted for once with these people being wolves and all.

Shawn sinks down on the bed beside you and takes your hand. “I think they're nervous,” he squeezes gently, fingers lacing between yours naturally. “I think maybe they don't know what to do wit h you because they don't know how I'll react.”

“So it's you? Not me?”

Shawn nods.

"But..." You're about to say something about Jo and Lindsay but you stop yourself. Starting drama wouldn't solve anything. "I guess. I think I'll stay the night, if it's really okay. I don't want to try and drive home in this weather. I think...I think I'm comfortable enough with you to stay.”

“Good, because I really didn't want to have to drive in this storm,” he chuckles softly. “Let me find you some clothes to sleep in.” He gets up and goes to his dresser, sifting through until he finds a tee and some pants that are not your size but you accept anyways. You change, back to him as you carefully fold your clothes on top of his dresser.

“Why am I so comfortable with you?” You ask, looking back at him. “We barely know each other but I feel almost like we're connected, like I've known you forever.”

Shawn looks over with a smile as he pulls a clean tee on over his head. “It's the wolves in us. They instinctively crave each other.”

“I'm just half wolf though.”

“Mmm it's strong enough, I can feel it, you can too if you let yourself.” Shawn walks over to you by the dresser. “Have you ever trusted your instincts?” He moves behind you, placing his hands on the dresser on either side, caging you in from behind.

“Shawn... what are you doing?” You ask, heart racing. He's so warm, his heat radiating onto your back. His closeness makes your breath hitch.

“Close your eyes,” Shawn purrs close to your ear. Your eyes fall closed and you bite your lip. “Relax, focus on what you feel.”

“Nervous. Anxious.”

“Push past that. Try not to overthink, let the instinct do the talking.”

You let out a long breath and try to push aside the nerves Shawn is giving you. Focus, relax. Warmth spreads over you, starting at your cheeks and flooding down to your stomach.

“Yes, good,” Shawn purrs and bumps his nose against you ear. “What does your instincts want, what do you want?”

“I don't know,” you mutter. Your heart races and it's not the nerves from the closeness anymore. “I can't tell.”

“You can. Focus.”

You shift your weight, bumping Shawn before pressing yourself against the dresser and shaking your head. You tilt your head back, ears pressed against Shawn's chest. “My instincts want...no, I want a companion.”

“A companion?”

You nod. “I want you, my instincts want you.”

Shawn wraps his arms around your stomach and you melt into his hold “I know they do. You do to. See what I mean? That wolves crave each other?”

You rub your head back against his chest, enjoying the feeling of his warm shirt against your ears. “Do all wolves have a connection like this?”

“No,” Shawn says, nosing your hair and walking you toward the bed. “You're special.”

“Psh, liar.”

“Alright, I lied. But most wolves don't find a mate in this day and age. We're so scattered around that usually wolves find a human mate and settle down.”

“Mates huh?” You laugh, pulling away from him and flopping on the bed. “That sounds cheesy.”

Shawn shrugs. He grabs an extra blanket from the end of the bed and shakes it out beside you. “I like to believe that mates exist.”

“Maybe it is something that exists, I dunno if I believe it though. I do like you a lot, I know that for sure.”

Shawn sits next to you and puts his arm around your back. “Can I ask why you don't like your ears touched?”

“I was teased a lot in school. Sometimes kids would pull on them and I'd cry because they're really sensitive.” You flatten them back against your head. “I just don't trust people not to hurt them.”

“Not even an alpha?” Shawn hums, running his fingers through your hair. “An alpha with a gentle touch, who knows how a wolf likes to be petted.”

“Shawn...” You mutter, leaning back in to his hand. His fingers brush the tip of your left ear and you press into the feeling. “Please be careful.”

“Of course pup,” he promises and you let him fully run his palm over your ear.

You lean into him, eager to get closer as he rubs your ear between his fingers. You fall onto his lap and he chuckles, keeping his hand in your hair and scratching behind your ear.

Shawn's chest starts to rumble. A low growl vibrating through his body into yours. “Your hair is very soft,” Shawn purrs, fingers rubbing your ear in big circular strokes with his thumb.

“Thank you,” you mutter, eyes closed as you rub your face into his leg.

Shawn scoots back and you follow him up onto the bed, positioning yourself so he is spooning you. He keeps stroking your hair and ears slowly as you give in to sleep. He feels so right. You feel safe and relaxed under his touch, something you haven't felt in a very long time, if ever.

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