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brianc521 · 6 years

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Handmade

The first time he brought up your sewing machine was when you both moved in together. He claimed that you never told him that you knew how to sew and could easily make him and you things for the new apartment rather than spending all the money you did.

You brushed it off, saying that you only knew the basics and weren’t confident in your skills to make a new duvet.

The second time it came up was months later, your bestfriend had found out she was pregnant with a little baby boy and complained that all the stores sold were girly things.

So you set off to the closest fabric store and made her her own baby blue blanket with baby giraffes and elephants on it.

Shawn was home when you gave it to her and she freaked when you told her you made it;

“Here I have something for you,” You smiled, pulling the blue material out of the bag and handing it to her.

She opened the blanket to see the offsetting squares.

“Where did you find this? This is adorable! And just what I was wanting to complete the nursery.”

“I made it.” You smiled.

Her jaw dropped and Shawn spit his sip of water out while his eyes bulged.

“You made that?” He asked leaning forward, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Yeah?”

“No way!” She squealed, looking at it in more detail.

“Babe, you told me you only knew the basics when it came to sewing.” Shawn said moving to the couch so he could see the blanket too.

“Baby blankets are apart of the basics.”

“This is a helluva lot better than just ‘basics’ I thought you got that from like Babies ‘R’ Us or something.” He said still in shock.

“Just bought some fabric and thread, broke out the old machine and got to work. Took me a good day but it was fun.”

“I love you, this is amazing. Jace has the best Auntie!” Your bestfriend cheered passing the blanket off to Shawn so she could hug you.

Now he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Baby, just a blanket.” He whined.

“No Shawn, I’m not making you a blanket.”

“Like the baby one you made Jace, just bigger for me.” He pouted.

“Why do you even want one? It’s just a blanket, we have tons.”

“So when I leave for tour I can have it in my bunk.”

“You’ll lose it, and all my hardwork will be for nothing.”

“No! I promise I won’t lose it. I’ll cherish it, sleep with it every night. Please Baby, it will be like a piece of you with me while I’m away.”

He was putting up a good fight and you really wanted to get behind the machine again, so why not?

“You have to buy the fabric, it’s gonna take a lot to make a blanket big enough for your big ass body.”

“Yay!” He cheered, tackling you to the bed in a huge hug, kissing all over your face. “Thank you Baby. This means so much.”

“I have a right to quit at anytime.”

“Okay,” He scrunched his eyebrows together, “Don’t quit though.” He pouted his lips out at you.

So here you stand, in the fabric store, human teddy bear holding you from behind while you look at all the different patterns he can choose from.

“I don’t care.” He shrugged, planting a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Stop,” You whined, trying to get away from him. PDA not your favorite thing.

“No one is even here, and no one is gonna see us. Who the fuck would think, Shawn Mendes and Y/n L/n are at a fabric store.”

“I know, but can you choose so I can make it already?” You bounced on your toes. Excitement to make something getting to you.

He chuckled, wrapping you up in his arms again, “You choose Baby, I don’t care.”

“No it’s your blanket, you wanted it so bad. Choose.”

“Can you help me choose, like if I pick one and you find a nice accent to it?” He reasoned.

“I can do that.” You nodded.

He let go of you, walking up and down the rows of fabric, picking at a few but putting them back.

You lost him for a little bit while you looked at some of the accessories; scissors, razor cutters, pins, extra needles, etc.

“Babe!” He said quickly when he finally found you.

You jumped, and looked over at him.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you, but I think I found what I want.” He said pulling you towards the row of fabrics.

“You could have just picked it up and brought it to me.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I didn't want to mess it all up.” He looked at you sheepishly, you smile, pecking his cheek and following him.

He takes you down a row that has a few choices of music notes, but he stops in front of the one with guitars on it, pointing at it like he won a prize. “I like this one!”

You giggle at his eagerness and nod, pulling at the roll and handing it to him to hold.

You roam around, looking back at the roll often to see if you can find a good accent color to go with it and you find white fabric that is printed with sheet music, holding it up to him for an opinion.

“I love it.” He smiles, nodding.

It’s then that you let yourself notice how cuddly your boyfriend is.

His curls have grown out and sit perfectly on his head, his grey zip is hugging his torso, signature black skinny jeans hanging on his hips. He’s tired, you can tell by the way he rubs his eyes, and his lazy eye is in full force.

You just wanna kiss him, cuddle him, and love him.

“Okay, tell you what.” You say stacking the sheet music fabric on top of the guitar one, zig zagging through the rows and pulling the light grey fuzzy fabric off the shelf too.

“What are we doing with that?” He asks, looking at you confused.

“We’ll use this for the back, that way when you use it on tour it will be all cuddly for you.”

He smiles, cheeks pink from smiling so much, and nods. “I like that idea, you know I love to cuddle my blankets.”

“I do know that.” You smile at him.

“I like to cuddle you too.” He leans down, pecking your lips, pulling back with a smile.

“That was cheesy, but you’re cute so I’ll allow it.”

He laughs, “Thanks Baby.”

You get home from getting the fabric, Shawn running off to make you coffee while you start getting your materials ready to cut the fabric.

You’ve cleared your card table off, making that the cut station, ironing board and iron out as well, sewing machine plugged in and ready on your desk, John Mayer coming from the speakers and well now Shawn walking up with two coffee mugs.

He’s changed into his sweats and you changed into shorts and one of his shirts.

“Can I watch?” He asks softly, taking a seat in the chair by your corner, pulling it closer to you.

“Sure Baby,” You smile, taking a sip of your coffee before looking for a place to set it.

“I’ll hold it for you.” He says holding his hand out for your cup. You grin, handing it back over and getting to work.

You’re cutting squares to quilt them together, and Shawn’s watching intently, following your every move.

“Why do you have to use that thing?” He asks, pointing to your baby razor cutter.

“To get the little pieces.”

“Can’t you use scissors?”

“This is faster, and leaves a cleaner edge.”

He stares at you and watches you swipe it across the fabric again, your finger holding an edge down.

“Please be careful.”

“I am.” You nod.

“Your finger was too close to that blade Y/n.” He shakes his head in protest.

“It’s okay,” You smile at him.

“Okay,” He huffs, watching you and cringing every time your finger gets close to the blade.

Once all the squares are cut you’re pinning things together so you can figure out how you need to piece it all together.

You’ve almost got it all done and ready to start sewing on when you get yourself with the pin.

“Oh ouch!” You whip your hand back, shaking it a bit.

“What? What happened?” Shawn sits up, setting the cups down so he can come to you.

“Just pricked myself with the pin.” You wave him off.

“Let me see it.”

“I’m okay Shawn.”

“Let me see.” He says grabbing your hand and looking at your finger where one tiny bead of blood sits. “You’re bleeding.” He looks at you with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ll wash it and keep going, I’m good.”

“No you’re done for the night, you’re bleeding.” He shakes his head, trying to take you away from your work.

“No Shawn I wanted to get sewing tonight.”

“Not tonight, you’re bleeding.”

“Look,” You take your hand back, putting your lips to the spot and wiping the blood away with your tongue. “All done, no more blood.”

He glares at you, blinking slowly at you. “You’re still done, you’re tired. I don’t want you cutting yourself.”

“I’m okay,”

“Babe,” He sighs, “Can we please just cuddle? I love that your doing this for me, and I know I asked but I kinda just wanna go to bed and cuddle.” You smile up at him, biting your lip. “You’re kind of stressing me out. Almost cutting your finger off and stabbing yourself.”

“Shawn, you’re so dramatic.” You laugh, wrapping your arms around him. “But you’re right, I’m tired. Let’s go to bed, I’ll work on it tomorrow.”

“Cuddles?”

“Yeah let’s cuddle.”

“Yes!” He cheers, picking you up and running you to the bedroom after turning the light off in your work room.

He wakes the next morning to empty cold sheets.

He sits up, looking around, not finding any sign of you.

He gets up, padding down the hall and that’s where he hears you humming.

He peaks into your workroom but you’re not there, confused he keeps wandering to the living room, finding you.

You’ve managed to move your desk in front of the windows that show you the view of the sunrise and the CN Tower. You’re sewing his blanket, humming along to the Kings Of Leon song playing softly out of the speakers.

He walks over, tilting your coffee cup toward himself and finding it empty.

“Morning Gorgeous.” He whispers, voice thick with sleep while he pads to the kitchen to make you more coffee.

“Morning Baby.” You call as he walks away from you.

He returns with a full mug and a kiss on your cheek.

You’ve gotten a lot done while he slept in, and you’re almost ready to put the top and bottom parts together to finish the blanket completely.

He sits at the couch, admiring you and how you are totally in your element right now.

He’s got a guitar in his lap while he plucks at a few chords, scribbling some lyrics down on the paper, looking back up at you often for more inspiration.

You get back into your zone, forgetting he was there entirely as you cut the back and pin it, sewing the blanket together.

Within two hours you have the blanket completed and you are really happy with yourself. It turned out just the way you wanted it too.

You made it big that way he could actually cuddle and roll himself in it the way he likes.

You smile, turning to show him, standing and holding it out but when you look at your boyfriend, well he’s passed out on the couch, mouth open, snoring softly.

You giggle, walking towards him, slowly taking the guitar from his limp hands, setting it back in the case that’s on the floor. You look at the blanket you draped over the couch so you could grab his guitar.

You grin, grabbing the blanket and laying it over your boy, kissing his forehead and leaving him to nap on the couch while you clean up the mess you made while making the blanket.

Back in your workroom putting extra fabric away, you jump when two arms wrap around you. He’s engulfing you in himself and the blanket, kissing at your neck repeatedly.

“I love it!!” He smiles, happily hugging you tighter.

“Good, I’m glad.”

“It’s perfect, you’re perfect. I fucking love you.”

You smile, turning in his arms and wrapping your own arms around his waist.

“I love you too.”

“Thank you so much Baby, I’m gonna sleep with every night on tour.” He kisses your cheeks.

You giggle through his kisses, burying your face into his chest, letting his warmth seep into your skin.

Two months later, he’s snuggled into his blanket, texting you goodnight and falling asleep.

Geoff opens his curtain to ask him a question to find him cuddled into his blanket, smile on his face, breathing deeply in his sleep.

Geoff snaps a picture sending it off to you but also posting it on Instagram, has to embarrass the boy every now and then.

@/geoff_warburton: When @/shawnmendes can’t sleep without his blanket @/yourtag/n made him. #hecantsleepwithoutit #wheresmine?

You see the post, giggling and texting Shawn to tease him a bit. But he takes your teasing proudly.

He knows you don’t understand it. You don’t get how important that blanket is to him. It truly is a part of you with him while he’s away. He knows that you made this for him, and him alone. He can go to sleep knowing that in someway he’s falling asleep with you.

He also knows that you don’t understand how attached to this blanket he is. The only way he can fall asleep without it is when you are wrapped up in his arms. He proudly takes his blanket with him everywhere, and when fans and interviewers ask him about it he’s happy to share that his beautiful girlfriend made it for him.

It’s become his security blanket and when he’s sad, needy, and homesick he just wraps up in that blanket and feels at home.

And it’s not long before you’re requested for blankets from the rest of the team.

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