dont step on the glass

  • Lily: I accidentally dropped a glass cup so everyone be careful!
  • Subclasses: [Screaming and panicking]
  • Mikuni: Everyone, calm down please. It's just broken glass. You're not gonna die
  • Misono: [Steps in room] What happened?
Shawn Mendes-Unsteady

Requested: anonymous
Word count: 1077
Warning: angsty
Summary: Shawn is super stressed with working on his upcoming album and has a breakdown. You comfort him and it’s super fluffy/angsty.
A/N: Sorry its kinda short/sucky. I cut my thumb real good and Im typing on my phone and I use my thumbs for typing…..yeah….don’t play with sharp objects kids.
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Shawn is leaning over as he sits at the couch in the livingroom, fiddling with  a blue ink pen inbetween his long slender fingers as a mess of scribbled on pages is spewed about on the coffee table infront of him.
His fluffy brown hair is a mess from a few restless nights and there are slight bags under his beautiful hazel eyes.

After a few more moments of unsuccessful thought, he drops his pen and runs his hands over his face tiredly.
“Shawn?” You question as you see his hunched figure on the couch during your venture down the stairs to make breakfast.
He tiredly looks back to you and then sighs softly as he picks up his guitar beside him amd starts tuning it.
“Have you been up all night?” You ask as you come up to your boyfriend with soft pattering feet on the floor.
“All night and have not got one lick of inspiration” he answers in a soft voice.
“Have you thought that it might be because you havent slept, Shawn? There’s a point when you’re brain says enough is enough and quits” you reply and rest a hand on the back of the sofa, right behind him.
“My album release is coming up so fast it’s not even funny!” He says in a slightly louder tone as he locks gazes with you.
“Yeah and I have a paper due next week but you dont see me giving up my sleep to work on it” you retort.
“You dont understand its not the same thing” he says and strums the strings of his guitar once and watches them vibrate.
“Ugh, yeah, it kinda is” you correct, “Both can have success and failure. And you have to work hard too”.
Shawn sets his guitar on the couch in a swift movement, shuts his notebook dramatically on the coffee table and walks off.
You stood there dazed at his sudden actions, but quickly follow after him.

“Shawn!” You say and quickly walk after the 6'2 being.
“Shawn, I didnt mean it by you didn’t work hard-”
He stops and turns around while holding his forehead, “I know, y/n. I know”.
He drops his arm and meets your eyes with his tired and dull ones, “I’m just getting so frustrated and overworked lately that I feel like having a mental breakdown”.
“I know how you feel. Its crappy and hard but you’ll get through it like you have done in the past” you try to explain.
“As the years go by the stress and expectations get higher and higher and I dont know if I can handle it anymore” he continues, ignoring your just said sentence.
He folds his hands behind his head in frustration.
“Shawn, just breathe” you try to soothe.
“No!” He booms and throws his hands out, accidentally knocking a glass vase off the wooden stand and cause it to shatter on the floor.
You just closed your eyes to the sound and re-opened them after.
“You dont get it! Andrew doesnt get it! No one understands what I’m going through!” Shawn carried on in a flustered tone, tears dwelling in his eyes.
“It hurts” his voice cracks.
“It hurts so much” he continued and slowly sunk to the floor as a few precious tears escaped his eyes.
You watched the forever strong man you knew, finally have a breakdown, finally loose it.
You felt so bad for Shawn, but every once in a while, we all loose to the world.

You were careful not to step on the broken shards of glass as you walked over to Shawn and knelt down to him hugging his knees.
You raise your hand to touch his back but hesitate, wondering if you could really help him.
You continue anyways.
You rub circles onto his muscular back with your palm and then give him a hug.
“Hugs release "endorphins” which make you happy" you explain to Shawn.
You feel a few tears drip through the sleeve of your shirt and onto your one arm around the front of him.
“Im sorry you have been feeling this way lately but unfortunately bad feelings are not something we can dodge in life. We are not all dealt the best or easiest of cards but we make them work. And you become happy when your life means something to someone else. And for you Shawn, you have millions who you’ve had an influence on. You can’t break now, you’ve held on for so long and showed so many people that it’s worth sticking around for” you tell him.
“My music has to be phenomenal, y/n. I have to push myself” Shawn argues.
“Yes you may have to push yourself a bit but dont to the point you’re sick. The fans love what is heartfelt and truly yours. It doesnt have to be legendary to be great” you assure him confidently.
“Take care of yourself and the music will come easy” you also add.
Shawn raised his one hand and dried his tears at your words.
Then turns his head more of your direction and reveals his red puffy eyes and nose as he exhales deeply.
“You’re a big boy Shawn. Dont let the little things get to you” you assure again.
“I won’t” he says and hooks his arm around your shoulders so he can hold you.
You smile as you lean into his chest and he kisses the top of your head sweetly.

After a few moments, he gently taps your knee before maneuvering his way up.
He turns back to you and lowers his ginormous hand, you accept and he pulls you up carefully so you dont step on glass.
“Thanks babe, I really needed to hear that. You got some good psychologists powers there” Shawn thanks you.
“No problem. But know what else you’re gonna hear, Mendes? You have this mess to clean up. Lucky for you, Im your loving and caring partner who is gonna help you” you smirk at the last bit.

And turns out, inspiration caused inspiration and Shawn wrote a song about having support during rough times (cough cough, you!) It was a hut and everyone took to social media, writing how they knew it was about you x

saeran: *literally breaks into rikas apartment with a bomb threat and a gun* wait dont get closer you might step on glass… ill come to you

like. do you ever just think that their crushes are so apparent to everyone but abe and mihashi that like. by the time theyre third years tajima and hanai have made it a point to all the new comers that they are Not Allowed to mention it to abe or mihashi because neither of them have seemed to figure it out yet? like can you actually imagine captain hanai sitting down a bunch of first years and just being like “now i know that our battery seems like a couple - its because they are. they just dont know it yet. Dont Say Anything About it.” and its like stepping on glass around them esp when the new pitcher is trying to talk to abe but he can’t focus on what he’s saying because he can feel mihashi’s intense gaze boring into him like i’m just so  

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