Request: How about something like when Shawn messes up a bit during a concert (its not anything MAJOR but yeah) but then he’s all bummed about it and he just feels terrible and then the reader comforts him as he cries and feels low like a loser and then cheers him up?
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The arena was filled with thousands of teenage girls, all screaming and jumping to the beat of the pounding music. The multi-colored lights flashed from different directions lighting up the dark room. There was so much happening in the packed arena but even from the sound pit in the back all you could focus on was your boyfriend, Shawn.
On the big screens you could see his face glimmering in a light sheen of sweat, his curls flopping as he bopped his head along with the music, and the smile plastered on his face. Seeing him so happy and energetic made an unconscious smile rise on your face as you watched him give his all to the audience.
It was only a few minutes later that your smile quickly faded when you noticed something was wrong. You opened your mouth, singing the next lyrics, but noticed Shawn’s voice was not accompanying you. You looked to Shawn who stood at the mic, his mouth remaining closed and his head shaking at the ground.
The lack of Shawn’s voice was barely noticeable, easily being covered up by the fans screaming, but you still noticed. You noticed the way his hands started to tremble with nervousness, the way his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, and how he started chewing on his lip, hoping the lyrics would come back to him.
It didn’t take long for the lyrics to make their way back to Shawn as he quickly picked back up with the music, but you could see the frustration etched in his face. You could tell he was angry at himself, something that always happened when he messed up on stage. You knew none of the fans noticed as their loud singing never stopped, but that didn’t matter to Shawn. You knew he always thought he should be flawless on stage.
It was growing near the end of the concert, so you made your way backstage, knowing you should be there when Shawn gets off stage. The ending notes of the show echoed backstage and from the side, you could see Shawn wave to the fans before he exited. As he made his way off the stage, you saw his lips pursed in a thin line and his jaw clenched, giving you the first signs of his frustration. He thrusted his guitar into the hands of someone from the stage crew, not giving them a second look before he rushed over to you.
You barely got a word out before you were taken into Shawn’s arms and crushed against his chest. His face was buried into your neck allowing you to feel his sweaty curls brush against your cheek. You gently placed your hand in his hair, brushing through it softly as your hand made its way to his back.
“I fucked up,” you heard him mumble into your neck. You felt your stomach drop from the sound of his disappointed voice.
“You didn’t fuck up. Let’s just head back to the bus, yeah?” You whispered to him before placing a gentle kiss on the side of his head. He nodded slowly to your suggestion as he stood up. He looked down at you, allowing you to see the sadness in his features, something that always made your heart drop.
You made it onto the bus and crawled into his bunk. Your two bodies squeezed together allowing Shawn to curl up against you with his head in your neck like before.
“I fucked up,” He said again, this time his voice more quiet and broken.
“You didn’t fuck up, babe,” You whispered to him. Your hand resumed brushing through his hair as an attempt to calm him down.
“I did. I forgot the lyrics. I’ve sang that song thousands of times and I still forgot the lyrics,” he mumbled into your neck.
“You’re not going to be perfect every time Sh-” You started, but were quickly interrupted by Shawn’s lifting his head to look at you and his angry voice cutting through the thick air.
“I need to be. Fans expect a perfect show from me and I can’t even give them that,” His voice was deep and laced with frustration as his dark eyes looked at you.
“Shawn, listen to me. Fans don’t expect anything perfect from you. They just want to see you. They know you’re human and you’re going to make mistakes. They don’t expect you not to. They come to see you, the real you. Not robot Shawn who makes no mistakes,” You attempt to comfort him. You see his features soften at your words. He waits a couple minutes before laying his head back on you and grabbing your hand in his.
“You’re right. It’s just frustrating,” He whispers.
“I know it is. But everyone still loves you and supports you. You don’t have to be so hard on yourself,” You say and Shawn nods at your words.
“I love you,” Shawn’s words were barely audible but still rang in your ears, making a smile grow on your cheeks.
“I love you, too. Even when you do mess up,” you say, giving him a soft kiss on the top of his head.
“Can you just like, hold me?” Shawn shyly asks, his hand snaking around your waist to pull you closer.
“Yeah, I can do that,” You responded, the smile never leaving your face.