shawn's realization

anonymous asked:


so funny story actually. i thought the prompt said “he” not “you” and i checked it halfway through my writing so yeahhhh

“d-did you just make that noise”

the room was dead silent. your husband shawn was sleeping, so was your newborn son, and it was safe to say, you were pretty exhausted too.

you had just given birth to your son a few hours ago, and after going through a long, hard, labour, you were tired.

you smiled at the sight of shawn fast asleep on the small chair by the window, his tall figure barely fitting on the chair. you practically had to beg him to go to sleep, all we wanted to do was hold his son. you understood. but he was clearly exhausted too, and he needed some rest.

you cradled your son as he slept, like shawn, you didn’t want to put him down either. you admired his tiny features and noticed that he looked exactly like his father.

a small whimper came from your sons mouth, immediately waking shawn.

“were you even sleeping?” you whispered, not wanting to wake your baby.

“i was.” he said, taking a seat next to you on the small bed. you handed the baby to him and watched as he started caressing his chubby cheeks. “but you know i’m a light sleeper and this little guy’s noises woke me up.”

“he made one noise shawn, one little noise.”

you scooted closer to shawn, cherishing this time with your family. your lives had changed forever and you wish every moment could be spent like this.

you realized shawn wasn’t looking at the baby anymore, his head was now turned in your direction.

“stop looking at me, i’m all gross.” you whined, putting your hand on his face to turn it away.

he ignored you and pressed a few lazy kisses to your lips.

“we made this y/n.” he said for the fifth time in the past hour.

“yeah and i pushed it out of me.”

“i know.” he said, kissing you lovingly. “you did so good babe, i love you.”

the two of you were interrupted by your son making an unfamiliar noise.

“d-did you just make that noise?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “shawn do i look like a 4 hour old baby? no i didn’t make that noise, your child did.”

“well what does it mean?”

you already fed him so you knew he wasn’t hungry, you quickly narrowed it down to one thing it could be.

“he probably needs his diaper changed. duties call, dad.” you finally said, lightly hitting his chest. letting him know he was the one who was changing it.

“have fun.”

Happy Valentines Day

Requested: valentines day imagine on valentines day?



“How are you doing today, buddy?” Your roommate asks as she plops down on the couch next to you. She knows that you’re a little down today because it’s Valentines day so you get to see a ton of couples posting pictures together, but you’ll spend most of the day just missing your boyfriend and trying not to be sad about the fact that you won’t be able to spend Valentines Day together.

“I’m alright.” You reply shortly, not wanting to complain because you really don’t have anything to complain about. You’re just lucky to have Shawn, and you’re proud of everything he’s accomplished, so you won’t let yourself be upset that he can’t be here and that you haven’t even heard from him all day.

“I’m sorry,” She says, even though you said you were alright, she knows you’re not exactly. “Have you talked to him today at least?” She questions.

“Nah, he’s sleeping I think?” You respond because he hasn’t replied to anything you’ve sent him yet, but you’re just assuming with the time zones its probably the middle of the night where he is.

“It’ll just be that much better the next time you see him,” She tries to offer support.

“Thanks, really. I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

She smiles sadly at you, and you hate that she pities you even though she’s not doing it intentionally. At least she drops the subject and you get to talk about other things that puts you in a bit of a better mood and gets your mind off the fact that it’s Valentines Day and you haven’t even heard anything from your boyfriend even though it’s nearly three in the afternoon where you are.

You decide to take a shower, something that normally just helps you to get your mind of things that are bothering you. You’ve probably sent Shawn about ten messages and he hasn’t replied to anything. That’s unlike him, but you know he gets busy sometimes and it isn’t his fault. Or he could be sleeping. Either way it sucks that of all days, he chose Valentines day to not reply to your messages.

When you get out of the shower and get dressed you check your phone again, half expecting to have no notifications, but you’re surprised to see that Shawn has finally texted you. Happy Valentines Day babe xx and the next message asks, Did you get the flowers? You feel a little better. At least he sent flowers, but you hadn’t received any flowers.

You’re alive. No, I haven’t? You reply.

Oh comes his immediate response, and then They should be there soon, are you home?

Yeah You click send and are starting to text him asking about his day just to see how he is, but your doorbell rings. You wonder if it is the flowers he sent, and if it is you’re thinking how it is really weird timing since he had just talked about it. You shake off the thought and open the door without even bothering to look through the peephole. You see the flowers first, probably two dozen red roses. There are so many flowers that you can’t even see the person holding them. You’re about to try to thank the guy who delivered them when the person moves the flowers and you actually see his face. You have to stop yourself from screaming, and your hand goes to your shocked mouth. “Shawn?” You say, not believing your eyes.

“Your flowers are here, baby.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

You just hug him tightly, despite the flowers being slightly in your way, then you usher him inside. He hands you the vase of flowers and you quickly put them down before finding yourself back in his arms. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.” He says softly into your ear and you can’t stop yourself from thinking how it really is a happy Valentines Day now that he’s here.

You’re Unbelievable, You Know That? (Smut)

A/N: Finding out that Shawn is working with Armani KILLS me, okay? I won’t survive this, even if he’s just modeling clothes. So yes, this is inspired by that. 

This is mostly unedited. Fair warning. I’ll do it later. Also, you could almost consider this a “Keep It On” 2.0 if you squint hard enough. 


The car ride home is almost unbearable. Hell, the whole day is close to the same and Shawn doesn’t help one bit.

It doesn’t really matter what he wears, he always looks. But today he just has to go and ruin it for you. He’s always had a fondness for button up shirts, but ever since the shoot with Armani he’s upped the ante and gotten progressively worse.

The shirt he wore today is a solid black button up that clung to his torso in all the right places. As usual, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and the top of his shirt is unbuttoned. You let your gaze wander down the exposed skin of his chest and you can feel yourself get hotter.

“Babe, are you listening?”

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Word count: 2,981

From y/n: Shits going down again…

From Shawn: How bad is it?

From y/n: It’s ‘I’m in my room crying again’ kinda bad…

From Shawn: Just hang on, I’m coming to get you

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In the Cool Breeze Underneath the Stars - A prom dress, loud music, and fast food.

Phases of the Heart - Shawn falls in love with the different phases of Y/N

Parking Lots and Velvet Skies - Falling out of love is just as easy as falling in love.

Screaming at the Moon - Girls only say “I hate you” to the guys that they love.

Stages of Light ( Imagination ) - Fantasies, and a cup of hot coco.

“Just Lay with Me, Please.“ - A sick Shawn that just wants to cuddle with his girlfriend.

Real To You - In which a fictional story feels painfully real to Y/N, but Shawn is there to help her through it.

Sleepy - A sleepy Shawn that wants to cuddle with Y/N.

Old Imagines

i love you more - y/n overhears shawn talking about her.

special - shawn doesn’t think he’s special until y/n talks some sense into him.

hike - shawn realizes he’s in love whiling hiking.

yellow - the color yellow is suddenly important to shawn thanks to y/n.

drowning - based on the “mercy” music video

red carpet - shawn and y/n walk the red carpet as newly weds.

cooking - written after shawn livestreamed himself cooking rice.

safe - written after shawn posted a video of himself buckling up his guitar.

waking up - y/n wakes up to shawn


“You’re bleeding all over my carpet!”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Stay awake.”

Tell me you need me.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Stop being so cute.”

If you can’t sleep…We could have sex?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

Things you should know ( not all Shawn related, misc )

Dear followers…

How to love yourself

How to live a happy life

Shawn Mendes as a boyfriend

Shawn’s hands

French Girls | Shawn Mendes Imagine

A/U: I guess this is what I call a fucking blurb. HAAH OKAY . Also shout out to @nobravery for helping me with all this French!! 

Word Count: 2,918

Songs:   From Gold - Nova Amor (Shawn’s) & La vie en rose - Édith Piaf (Her’s) 

“Your music taste is so… nice.” I said as I crossed my legs on Shawn’s bed.

It was late in the evening and it was dark already outside. Shawn’s window was cracked open and I could hear crickets between song changes.

“You don’t sound confident in that statement,” Shawn said smiling as he stood up from this dresser that had his average sound system on top.

I smiled nervously. “No, no. I do mean it, it just that it’s a little different from mine, but I still really like it.”

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Requested: I was wondering if I could request one based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran! You are so talented at writing :)

Note: You’re so sweet, thank you! This is loosely based on perfect, so sorry it doesn’t talk about everything in the song. Also, I know it is like freezing in Pickering right now, but for the sake of this imagine, please pretend it is not. 


He was your first kiss. You don’t count the kid that kissed you when you were in Kindergarten, so he was your first official kiss. You were thirteen at the time. It was just a kiss though, as awkward as any first kiss and you laughed about it after. It took another two years for you both to realize that you actually cared for each other. You were as in love as fifteen year olds could be, but life happens sometimes. He left to travel the world, and you had to let go. You had to share him with the world because it would be selfish to keep him to yourself. But he couldn’t have you waiting around because that would be too selfish of him. Those were his words, not yours. You both let go because you didn’t know what else to do at almost sixteen. 

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Never Be Alone

shawn mendes x reader

prompt: After years of always being by each other’s side, Shawn and reader are finally separated. The only question is, how will they hold up?

Author’s note: I’ve had this in my drafts since December but I had extreme writer’s block.

“take a piece of my heart, and make it all your own, so when we are apart, you’ll never be alone”

I was awake in bed, like I had been for a few nights now. Everything was so perfect for so long. But now, all I feel is conflict deep inside my bones. Why couldn’t life just stay easy? Why does everything have to change? More importantly, how do I tell him. I gripped the envelope in my hand, the envelope that would change everything. I was excited, I couldn’t deny that, but I was also distraught, to say the least. I looked up at the ceiling of  my dimly lit room before turning my attention to the window; the calm, black sky was twinkling with stars. I smiled, trying to keep the image in my mind, as I would have to leave behind soon. I breathed hesitantly and reached for my phone. Just as I was dialing the number, I received a call, from him.  I smiled gently and touched the green button.

“Hey, I was just about to call you.” I laughed into the phone.

“Maybe it’s telepathy.” Shawn joked. I giggled through the phone.

“I need to talk to you about something.” I breathed, my tone became serious and the mood became heavy. Shawn noticed this and his breath hitched in his throat.

“I need to tell you something too, but not tonight. Meet me in the tree house tomorrow at 8PM.” Shawn addressed

“The tree house? You’re kidding? How do you know we’ll even fit in there anymore.” I teased.

“Just trust me, it’s important.” Shawn sighed. My face relaxed and I remained silent for a while.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there Shawn.” I spoke in an all-too neutral tone. We whispered our goodbyes and ended the call.

I gently placed the phone back on my nightstand. Staring out the window, I smiled as I remembered Shawn’s voice, so soft and velvety, speaking to me moments ago. A calm breeze before the storm that was to come.

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I Meant It

A Shawn Mendes imagine


Y/N, come on, open the door. Please just let me explain. I know you saw the video and I know how freaked out you probably are.“

Shawn was pleading on the other side of the door, knocking every once in a while. I sunk down to the floor against the door, pressing the restart button on the YouTube clip, running my hands through my hair.

"Alright, Shawn. Hard hitting question we’ve got lined up for you.” The interviewer spoke, crossing his legs and looking up from his card at Shawn. Shawn made a goofily nervous face to hide his real nerves, cheeks blossoming in red as he ran a hand through his hair. “You and Y/N Y/L/N grew up together, is that right?” The interviewer started. Shawn swallowed and nodded.

“Yeah, she was my neighbour. We’ve known each other since we were four. Is that your hard hitting question?” He joked, laughing nervously. The interviewer laughed and shook his head.

“It gets worse. You and Y/N are very active on social media, and are always seen together on each other’s accounts and out in Toronto. We’re wondering if there’s anything about your relationship that you haven’t told the public? Or if anything’s happened in the past with you guys? I’ve noticed both of you are supposedly single, and there’s a lot of hand holding in these pictures.” He continued. Shawn looked visibly uncomfortable as he thought out his response.

“Y/N has always been someone I’ve admired and felt completely comfortable around no matter what. We’ve helped each other through so much and grown up together, right? That kind of history makes you close to someone. I’m very fortunate to have her in my life.” He replied. The interviewer raised an eyebrow.

“And are you just friends, or is there something more?” He asked, although Shawn was evidently avoiding the question.

“We’re not dating, if that’s what you’re asking. We’ve never dated in the past, either. I mean, my relationship with her has always been complicated in some way because people don’t think guys and girls can be friends. We’ve both had significant others that have broken up with us because they thought we were together. It must be the way I look at her or something, but yeah, I understand the confusion.” He replied. The interviewer jumped at him.

“The way you look at her? Care to elaborate on that?” He asked. It was obvious that Shawn hadn’t realized that he said that, and the blush he had grew to the tips of his ears.

“Well, y'know, I do love her. And not just as my best friend. I think that kind of honesty can always be seen in the way someone looks at someone else.” He shrugged.

I turned off the video and stood up, pacing up and down my front hall for a moment before stopping at the door and opening it quickly. Shawn stood at the other side, his sullen expression turning into immediate worry as he opened his mouth to explain, but I cut him off. “We need to talk about this for a sec. Jesus. Come in.” I said, shaking my head in disbelief and leading him to my room.

Shawn took a seat on the edge of my bed and watched as I paced in front of him, muttering under my breath. “Shawn, people are freaking out! I’m freaking out!” I cried, stopping in front of him. Shawn ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. “I had to turn my phone off because it was glitching from all the notifications. Everyone is flipping shit. Have you talked with your publicist yet? That fucking interviewer just kept pushing and pushing until you said what he wanted to hear. How the hell do you explain that to everyone on planet earth and have them understand?” I continued. Shawn grabbed my wrist to stop my pacing, and I turned to him.

“Wait- that’s what you think happened? You think I just said that to get him off my back?” He clarified. I stared at him, my mind going a million miles per hour.

“Is that not what happened?” I asked. Shawn let out a small laugh, running his hand over his face.

“Why do you have such a hard time accepting that people actually genuinely like you?” He laughed, “I confess my feelings for you accidentally on live television, and you automatically think it was fake.” I blinked, stared at the top corner of my room, then looked back at him.

“It wasn’t fake?” I said dumbly. Shawn let out a breathy laugh and leaned his forehead against my stomach before straightening out again.

“No, Y/N, Jesus. I meant it. I love you as more than a best friend, Y/N. I look at you differently because I love you. I actually honest to god really love you. I just didn’t mean to say that for the first time aloud in an interview, I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. I wanted to say it in person. I love you.” Shawn said earnestly. I took a deep, shaky breath, not looking at him.

“Oh.” I breathed. Shawn laughed again. “You love me. What the fuck, Shawn? You love me?” I said in disbelief. “Me?”

“Yes, Y/N, I thought we established this. I love you.” Shawn laughed, his callused thumb rubbing my hand as he held it.

“What the fuck.” I breathed, still in shock. “I’ve literally had a crush on you since second grade. But all this time you’ve been this weird, unattainable fantasy for me. You’re way out of my league. How could you possibly love me when you could have anyone on the planet?” I asked. Shawn’s eyes were bright as he smiled up at me.

“You’re out of my league, Y/N. Are you serious? You’re my best friend. You’re this witty, hilarious, passionate, beautiful girl. It would be impossible not to love you. No other girl can make me laugh like you do, or support me like you do, or know me like you do. And I don’t even want to bother trying with them, because I want you. Every single day of my life, Y/N.” he said, standing to his full height and looming over me, his hand finding the side of my face. I was awestruck. He really loved me.

“But, Shawn, we’re best friends. If we start dating, we either get married or break up. Those are the only two options. And if we break up, then what? Our families are friends, we live next door to each other. That could ruin it all.” I worried. Shawn tilted my head so I could look at him, and licked his lips. I was distracted by them for a moment.

“Y/N, I’m not going to propose to you right now. Not yet. And I know the thought of it all scares the shit out of you, because it scares the shit out of me too, but I love you. Through and through. And I don’t think I can ever stop that. You might stop feeling the same, but I don’t think I could ever stop loving you, Y/N. Even if we break up, I’ll still love you, and I wouldn’t let any of that get in the way of our families or anything like that, because I’d still be dying to see you everyday. I love you. Do you understand?” Shawn was near tears by now, and so was I. I searched his eyes and found the special way he looked at me. I found the honesty.

“I love you too, Shawn. Ok.” I said finally. Shawn barely gave himself time to smile before swooping down and pressing his lips to mine. Every inch of me tingled and my mind went hazy as we kissed, my hands on his neck and his wrapped tightly around my waist. I fit perfectly into his mold, flush against him. I didn’t ever want to not be kissing him. When we pulled away, we were breathless and giddy.

“I love you.” He breathed.


Wheelchair Shenanigans

Request: Can you do one where Shawn’s gf is in a wheel chair?  I don’t see many imagines including disabled fans

a/n: hiiii!! soz that i’ve been a but mia from writing! i have less than a month of college left so that means exams, papers, and projects galore!! i’ve also been preparing for my few weeks abroad, so it’s been a little stressful!! i hope you all enjoy this piece of writing and i would love to know what you thought of it 🤗  @starrynightshawn and i talked a lot about this prompt, so i hope this lives up to your expectations!

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“Shawn, I swear to––“

           “VROOM!”  Shawn yelled out as he laughed.

           You squeezed your eyes tight and your grip around the handlebars of your wheelchair tightened tremendously.  You felt air rush past your face, and through your hair, as Shawn engaged in one of his favorite on tour activities with you; running down any hall while pushing your wheelchair.

            From hearing Manny’s concerned voice being drowned out by the gust of air passing through, to Shawn’s laugh echoing off the walls, you missed visiting your boyfriend on tour.  You heard the busy voices of Shawn’s tour crew, but couldn’t process any of their words fast enough due to your boyfriend sprinting down the hall with you.

           Shawn made a sharp turn which had you feeling like you were about to fall out of your wheelchair, “Shawn!”  you gasped out in fright, with a bit of a laugh in your voice.

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Requested: Could you do an imagine where they’re out and about or she’s with him while he’s doing press or something and she starts feeling and looking physically sick (like maybe her blood pressure drops or something) and Shawn gets all worried that she might pass out and lots of fluff please


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You’ve been awake since three this morning. You weren’t supposed to wake up until 7:30, but truthfully the different timezones and jetlag are really getting to you since you’re not used to traveling this much. Shawn’s on a press tour where he’s doing tons of interviews and performances, and he asked you to tag along. You’ve been to 10 different countries in the last two weeks. You just flew from the UK to Australia, so you’re definitely starting to feel the effects of traveling so much.

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authors note: i thought i would write this after i saw shawn’s adorably silly instagram story about him buckling up his guitar in the car. it just made me think of what kind of boyfriend he would be. i feel like he would be so protective and he’d make sure that you always felt safe physically and emotionally :)

“Almost ready babe?” Shawn yelled outside your bathroom door. He was visiting you at college for the weekend and you both decided to go on a date and do something fun. There was a really good ice cream place not too far from your apartment and you’ve been wanting to take Shawn there forever now.

“Yup!” You opened the door and saw Shawn standing outside waiting for you like a puppy.

“Now that you’re done with your hair and makeup and stuff, I kinda feel like I should say something like, oh wow Y/N you look great! But like, you always look great. Even when you take years to get ready.” Shawn said with red cheeks a huge smile on his face.

Sometimes you noticed that he still stuttered over his words, or wasn’t sure what to say whenever he talked to you. Even though you had been together for about 8 months now, you both made each other nervous at times. It was precious. That’s how you knew it was real. What kind of relationship would it be if you didn’t get butterflies still every once in a while? He made you smile so much that your face hurt. He made you happier than you ever thought you could be.

“You always look great too baby.” You smiled shyly and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the nose. Soon enough, you were both out the door and in Shawn’s jeep.

“Hey, come on, put your seatbelt on.” Shawn said and reached over you to put your seat belt on for you.

“Baby you haven’t even started the car yet. I was gunna do it.” You laughed and kissed the side of his head as he put on your seat belt.

“You gotta be more on top of things Y/N.” Shawn joked and finally started up the car. He was such a protective gentleman. What kind of boyfriend tells you to put your seatbelt on, and then just does it for you when you don’t respond within barely a minute? He was literally on top of you making sure you were doing what you needed to do at all times. Him putting on your seatbelt was small compared to how he usually was. He was always doing silly things to make sure you were okay. Everyday, whether he was with you physically or not, he would always ask you if you ate breakfast lunch and dinner. Your schedule between classes and work were incredibly busy and in all honesty, sometimes there was just no time for eating. But Shawn always made sure there was time. Other days, when he’s away on tour, he would call you every morning, or whatever was morning for him because sometimes our time zones didn’t match up, and he would leave you a message telling you how much he loves you and how proud of you he is and how he believes in you. He knew college was stressful so he was always leaving little pep talk messages and making sure you stayed motivated.

As you were lost in thought of your love for Shawn you didn’t realize you had put your feet on the dash until Shawn yelled at you.

“Dude, get your feet down.” Shawn said and slapped your knee.

“What? Why?” You laughed a little. “My shoes aren’t dirty I promise!”

“I don’t care about that, it’s unsafe to do that Y/N. If we got into an accident your knees would go through your head! That’s not cool.” Shawn said in a half serious half joking tone.

“No but seriously it’s not safe, please put your feet down love.”

“Well okay dad!” You laughed and removed your feet from the dash.

Shawn just laughed and grabbed your hand to hold it. He literally just yelled at you for being unsafe, yet now he’s driving with one hand just to hold your hand. Shawn wasn’t a horrible driver but it always sketched you out whenever he drove one handed, but right now you didn’t care. If you did get in an accident, at least you’d be holding his hand.

Shawn made you feel safer than any of your past boyfriends. Emotionally safe and physically. You had a couple past boyfriends where they were always wanting to hide certain things from your family, or they would lie to you about small situations that just lead to bigger and worse situations. You never felt emotionally safe until you met Shawn. And as for being physically safe, well, no past boyfriend of yours had ever put your seat belt on for you, or yelled at you for putting your feet on the dash. It was small silly things like that, that made you realize how lucky you were to have someone like Shawn.

Drunk (Shawn Mendes)

Prompt 17: “ It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

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Also requests are open!

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“You know, I really really don’t know you and I feel really guilty because you look similar, you know?” I stuttered while looking at the person holding me. “What are we doing here?” I asked looking around. The doors in front of us opened revealing sleepy Shawn. “Y/N? Y/B/N?” Shawn asked confused. “Shawny!” I yelled leaning over almost dropping to the ground. “Woah slow down baby” Shawn laughed holding me. “Now she’s your probl…” I didn’t hear what that girl told Shawn because I stumbled to the kitchen.

*3rd person POV*

One thing Shawn realized through his relationship with you was that you were adorable, funny and a very interesting person, especially drunk. He disliked his friends for ever introducing you to straight Vodka shots. Shawn walked straight to the kitchen hearing noises coming from there. “What are you doing?” he asked laughing when he found you with a bottle of Vodka. “I’m drinking. Duhh” you rolled your eyes playfully. Shawn grabbed the bottle from your hands before you could take a sip. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.” You whined trying get a grip of that bottle. „Naah“ Shawn told you before pecking your nose.


„Y/N! STOP RUNNING AROUND“ an exhausted Shawn yells as you run around the table for the 10th time. „NEVER“ you snicker and he sprints to catch you. At the last moment you stop and he crash into you making both of you fall to the ground. „You ain‘t getting drunk ever again“ Shawn laughs deeply breathing in and out. Both of you knowing it was not true.

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Today was the happiest day in his life

Today was the day. The day that had been keeping Shawn up every night the past few weeks. The day he’d been imagining, since the very first time, he laid eyes on her. Since she stole his breath away.

Today, was the happiest day in his life.

She was standing there, tears in her eyes, looking beautiful as ever, once again stealing his breath away every time he looked at her.

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