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Merry Christmas!!!!

Presents | Shawn Mendes Christmas Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: 2,100 +

It’s been 4 months since Y/N and Shawn broke up. Due to Shawn’s busy tour schedule and Y/N’s was busy with her senior year of college, they never had time for each other. Before the breakup, they had been dating for almost 2 years. And it turned out to be a mutual decision that they both regret making. Both of them still talk at least once a week, trying their best to remain best friends. She even went to his concert in Toronto about a month after they broke up. But now it’s the holiday season and they are wishing that were spending it together. This year it was Y/N’s turn to host the holiday party, so she invited all of their friends, including Shawn.

Shawn arrived before anyone else did, showing up a half hour early. He knocked on the door as Y/N was taking cookies out of the oven.

“It’s open!” She shouts from the kitchen.

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Presents | Shawn Mendes Christmas Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: 2,100 +

It’s been 4 months since Y/N and Shawn broke up. Due to Shawn’s busy tour schedule and Y/N’s was busy with her senior year of college, they never had time for each other. Before the breakup, they had been dating for almost 2 years. And it turned out to be a mutual decision that they both regret making. Both of them still talk at least once a week, trying their best to remain best friends. She even went to his concert in Toronto about a month after they broke up. But now it’s the holiday season and they are wishing that were spending it together. This year it was Y/N’s turn to host the holiday party, so she invited all of their friends, including Shawn.

Shawn arrived before anyone else did, showing up a half hour early. He knocked on the door as Y/N was taking cookies out of the oven.

“It’s open!” She shouts from the kitchen.

Shawn could barely hear her through the door, but walks in anyways. He closes the door behind him and puts his jacket on the rack. He removes his shoes and walks into the kitchen to find Y/N. He is holding a couple presents in his hands, hers included.

“Hey,” he says quietly, noticing she is still busy getting ready. The kitchen is filled with food. The dining table is set for 8 people, and Shawn notices that she is using her festive table decorations. He sets the gifts down on the table against the wall.

“Hi, you’re a bit early,” she chuckles while placing the warm cookies onto the cooling rack, then puts the hot tray in the sink.

“Yeah, hope that’s okay...I can help out if you need it” Shawn slightly stutters, barely keeping eye contact.

“Sure. Can you plug in the Christmas lights in the living room and dim the rest of the lights? Oh and, make sure there are hand towels in the bathroom? Please…”

“Of course, I’ll take care of all that.” Shawn answers and walks towards the living room.

Y/N takes this opportunity to rush upstairs to her room to change. Once she has her casual/dressy outfit on, she checks herself in the mirror to make sure her makeup and hair is okay from earlier. Knowing her other friends would be arriving soon, she returns downstairs to check on Shawn. He sees her coming down the stairs and smiles at her.

“You look great, Y/N” Shawn grins.

“Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.” Y/N smiles back at him.

“Thanks. Everything in the living room is all set. I put all the gifts near the tree and made sure there is a hand towel in the bathroom.” Shawn informs her as they walk towards the kitchen. Y/N grabs a decorative plate from the cabinet and begins to place the cookies on it.

“So how did your final exams go? You only have one semester left right?” Shawn asks while helping her move the cookies over.

“Not as bad as I thought. I feel like I had way too much time on my hands, so I studied a lot. And yeah, only one semester left of college. Then I’ll have my degree.” She says looking down at the cookies, arranging them on the plate.

“That’s great, I’m happy for you. I hope your last semester goes well too.”

“Thank you” Y/N walks to the wine rack to grab a bottle. She knew which kind was Shawn’s favorite, so she grabs it on purpose. She even had another bottle of it stashed away so they might have some to share again. Y/N gives the bottle of wine and an opener to Shawn. Meanwhile she grabs some wine glasses for them. Remembering at the last second to grab a few more glasses for their friends, and placing those on the counter too.

“How did the New Year’s Eve recording go?” She continues as Shawn opens the wine bottle.

“It was exciting. Probably not as exciting as it would be if it was live, but at least I get to spend New Year’s Eve with friends instead of backstage with a bunch of strangers,” he explains.

Y/N chuckles a bit at the last part he said. He pours their wine and wedges the cork back in the bottle. Sliding her glass across the counter to her.

“I wish that you had been there to see it.” Shawn whispers, not looking at her. He’s even more nervous around her than he had been when they had first started dating. Mostly because he doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable around him.

“I wish I was there too, but ---” Y/N is cut off by the doorbell ringing. She nods to Shawn answer it, so he walks to the door to let their friends in. Y/N follows behind him slowly, hugging her friends after they greet Shawn. Eventually they all move to the dining room.

Throughout dinner, Y/N and Shawn stole glances at each other. They sat diagonally from each other, but everyone knew they could cut the tension with a knife. By 8:30 pm everyone is ready to open presents. So they all headed to the living room, sporadically placed around the room. Shawn sat on the couch next to Brian, while Y/N was sitting on the loveseat next to her best friend, Jess. Shawn looks at Y/N every few minutes, still wondering what she was going to say to him earlier before their friends arrived.

Everyone had placed their secret santa gift around the tree. Neither Shawn or Y/N got each other in secret santa, but they had gotten each other presents to give to the other later that night. After opening presents, the group decided to watch a classic Christmas movie, “Elf.” Almost all of the wine and beer had was drunk by the group, meaning everyone was a bit tipsy.

When Shawn gets up to grab another beer, Jess pulls her aside and whispers, “are you and Shawn okay? I know you aren’t angry with each other and it’s been a while since the break up, but you’ve been staring at each other all night.”

“Everything is fine,” Y/N whispers back to her. “Nothing is going on between us, everyone here knows that.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem that way. It seems like you still feel the same as you did the last time. Like you still want to be with him again,” Jess questions her.

“Jess, this isn’t up for discussion right now. Shawn and I already decided what is best for us months ago. Now hush, and watch the movie.” Y/N starts getting frustrated. Thinking about Shawn the whole duration of the movie, not even paying attention. Shawn sits closer to her during the movie, he almost tried to hold her hand at one point.

Once the movie is over, it’s about 11:00 pm. Jess had offered to stay and help Y/N clean up, but Shawn already told her he would. Of course all of their friends gave them a wink before leaving for the night. Y/N brought some empty glasses back into the kitchen when she remembered Shawn’s gift. He is somewhere in the house cleaning up, so she calls him.

“Shawn?” She shouted, standing by the kitchen sink.

“Yeah Y/N?” He replied from what sounded like the bathroom.

“Can you come here for a second? I have something for you.”

Her heart started to pound as he replied a quick “sure,” and heard his footsteps coming into the kitchen. She grabs his gift that she had hidden in the cabinet. Holding it in her hands for a few moments before giving it to him. He sits down in one of the island chairs across from her. While carefully undoing the wrapping paper, Shawn tells her “you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know, but when I thought of it I had to get it for you,” Y/N reasons with him.

Shawn removes the wrapping paper to reveal a black box. He opens it to see a large, blue guitar pick made of glass, with white cursive lettering. It’s about the size of his hand and comes with a stand to mount it on a shelf or desk. There is a song lyric engraved in it, Shawn immediately noticing it as his own lyric, ‘You Can’t Take My Youth Away.’ Shawn looks up at Y/N, with a huge smile on his face.

“This is beautiful, thank you so much,” Shawn stands up, moving toward her, still holding his gift.

“You’re welcome,” Y/N grins. “Did you see what’s under it?”

He looks back in the box, under a layer of tissue paper is a bunch of small white guitar picks with the same engraving, but in navy blue. She knows that Shawn goes through a lot of guitar picks every day, so she wanted to give him a lot of picks that he could use. The larger one to put on a shelf in his bedroom or living room.

“Oh my god, Y/N! This is great, I love it.” He responds while going in for a hug. He holds her just a bit longer than normal, just to hold her again. He pulls away and gently puts the glass guitar pick, back in the box, on top of the regular picks. He moves toward the hallway, “I got you something too.” He disappears to retrieve her gift from his coat. He returns in a few seconds, Y/N moves to the seat next to his at the counter.

“You didn’t have to,” Y/N chuckles. “I know you told Matt what to get me for secret santa.”

Shawn laughs nervously, “to be fair, he almost bought you a really ugly sweater. So I think I was helping.” He hands her a poorly wrapped box.

Y/N chuckles at the thought of Matt buying her an ugly sweater and then going to Shawn for help. She ended up getting a couple makeup palettes. She removes the wrapping paper to reveal a white jewelry box. When she opens it, her jaw drops. It is a beautiful set of pearl earrings and matching necklace. She instantly remembers when she left behind her grandmother’s pearl earrings and necklace at a hotel, while on tour with Shawn. By the time she realized, it was 2 weeks later. The hotel staff said that they searched the whole room to find the set, but it was gone, someone had already stolen them from the room.

Her eyes start to water, as she stared at the small box. Shawn stands beside her nervously, worrying that she doesn’t like it. Y/N sets the box down on the counter, next to Shawn’s gift. She stands and pulls him into a tight hug. Her arms are around his neck, while his arms wrap completely around her waist, their faces are buried in each others necks. Y/N lets out a few tears, Shawn feeling them against his skin, but he doesn’t care. Shawn remembered how upset Y/N was when she lost her grandmother's pearls. This necklace was clearly his way of saying ‘I still love you.’

“Thank you,” Y/N sobs into his neck. They haven’t let go of each other, Shawn slightly swaying them. “I love it….I love it so much”

“You deserve them, I tried to get them to look like your Grandmother’s, but--” Shawn starts but Y/N cuts him off with a kiss. Her hands pulls his face closer to hers, even though they couldn’t be any closer. At first Shawn is taken aback, not daring to open his eyes thinking it’s a dream he doesn’t want to wake from. After a few seconds, Shawn lifts her body and places her on the counter, next to the gifts. Her legs latch around his torso as his hands, comb through her hair and grasp the back of her neck. The kisses don’t become too heated, they are meant to make up for the time they spent apart. Just holding and kissing each other again feels like home.

Shawn is the first to pull away. “I miss you….I miss this. Can you...can you please be mine again --” He begs while trying to catch his breath.

Y/N smiles and nods furiously, “yes.” She kisses Shawn again. “I missed you too. I never stopped wanting to be with you.”

“Me too,” Shawn grins back at her. They both smile and continue to kiss. Shawn lifts her off the counter and carries her to the living room, plopping down on the couch, with her now on his lap. Needless to say, they had a lot to make up for.

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Maybiemendes Masterlist

Happy 

Home

In the Top Drawer 

Is she your fiance?

Left The Lights On

Night Off

Trust

Looking for more to read, here are some of my favorite Shawn blogs…

@softboyshawn @flickershawn @infiniteshawn @goldenhemmings @song-bird-shawn @sippingchai @torontogawdd @t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o @onmyshawn @shawnm521 @wanderingmendes @smallerinfinities @sinfulshawn @begginyouformendes @maaaddiexo @gentlemanmendes @illumendes

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me trying to engage with my mutuals

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do you know any other imagines about single mum y/n or other name or single dad shawn’

One of my favorites right now is “Meet the Teacher” by @smallerinfinities 

Here is Part 1 and Part 2 

I also love “Ours” by @softboyshawn. It starts out with single mom Y/N but Shawn sticks around! 

Here is the link for that: Ours 

There is also a great fanfic by @wordsandshawn called “Dad” 

Here is the link for that:  Dad 

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Left The Lights On | Shawn Mendes Oneshot

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N 

Warning: swearing

Word Count: 1,477

Summary: Shawn’s being an idiot when he’s out with his friends. 

(For the sake of this fanfic, please forget that most cars have automatic headlights now. I have an old car that you have to manually turn the lights off before getting out, so I thought this would be cute)

“Hey boys, you want to go out for a beer?” Brian shouts at Shawn, and Jon. They are currently getting settled on the couch. They all just got back from the airport after leaving California.

“I have beer in the fridge,” Shawn recalls.

“Nope, you’re all out! Finished the last of it before we left for Malibu.” All the boys let out a groan.

“Ugh, fine let’s go out for a beer,” Shawn whines getting up from the couch.

Brian and Jon follow Shawn down to the parking garage and they head to the bar.

Meanwhile about 20 blocks away, Y/N and her best friend/co-worker Amanda are packing up from their day at work. Amanda lifts her head after searching her purse for her wallet. “Y/N do you want to go for a drink? I heard that our favorite bar is offering $5 margaritas tonight.

“Sure,” Y/N answers. “It’s been a long day.”

Amanda chuckles, “more like a long 16 hour shift.” Ah, the struggles of being an ICU nurse.

Y/N drives them to the bar close to her house. Amanda and Y/N have been best friends for a few years now. They live in the same apartment building, carpool to work, and are both nurses in the ICU. Needless to say, they need a drink.

Both Shawn and Y/N pull into the parking lot of ‘Kings’ bar. Shawn sees two open parking spots next to each other. He pulls in first and Y/N’s follows shortly after. The boys get out of the car quickly, while Y/N and Amanda sit in the car for a few minutes.

Y/N watches as Shawn gets out of his Jeep, not knowing it’s actually Shawn Mendes. ‘Holy shit, he’s tall’ Y/N tells herself. She continues to watch him as he clicks his car remote to lock the Jeep. However, after she hears the ‘beep’ of the car, the headlights remain on. The boys continue inside the bar, not realizing the headlights were still draining Shawn’s Jeep battery.

Y/N grabs Amanda attention as they get out of her car, “I think that guy left his headlights on by accident.”

Amanda smirks, “you mean that super hot and ridiculously tall guy. Maybe you should tell him.”

As they make their way inside, they see its moderately crowded. Music playing and constant chatter fill the bar. Amanda starts to push her way through the crowd toward the bar.

“Order me a drink, I’ll be right back” Y/N shouts as she moved toward the other side of the bar, where she say the hot guy walk.

Shawn notices her walk through the bar. A great advantage of his height is that he can see over most people, which means he can always find who he is looking for. The girl he noticed is in soft blue jeans with a light orange top. Her hair is up in a messy ponytail, with a few small strands of hair falling out that framing her face. Even from across the dimly lit bar, Shawn can tell her body is also luring him in.

She glances around the bar, as if she is looking for someone. Her eyes land on Shawn. ‘Shit’ Shawn thinks to himself. He breaks eye contact as soon as he noticed she’s walking toward him. Shawn’s palms start to sweat as he gets nervous. A beautiful woman approaching him at the bar, but then he realizes that she’s probably a fan. He thought he noticed someone following him earlier, she must have followed him from his apartment.

After a few moments, Shawn gets more upset that someone followed him to a bar on a random Wednesday night. She’s probably going to ask him for a picture. She slows down on her approach to him, noticing that he looks a little tense.

Just as she steps near him, she starts, “Hi, I hate to bother you, but --”

“I’m sorry but I am not taking any pictures tonight,” Shawn cuts her off rather rudely.

“Oh, I wasn’t ---” Y/N tries to explain.

“And I don’t appreciate being followed when I’m out with my friends. If you wanted a picture I would have taken one with you at the ---.”

Y/N cuts him off, “actually I was here to tell you that your headlights are still on.”

Shawn stands there deadpanned, “what?”

“I didn’t follow you here, I parked right next to you,” Y/N begins to tell him off. She stands up straighter than before, “You left your car headlights on and I was just trying to be a good person and not have you waste your car battery.” She pauses for a moment, almost steaming. “But I guess i’m not good enough to talk to you, so I’ll just leave.” She turns and stomps her way back across the bar.

Shawn almost lets out a snarling noise as he turns back to his friends. He peers over his shoulder again to see where she went. He can see her standing next to her friend, she’s definitely talking about what he said to her.

After the boys get their drinks and settle into a booth, Brian groans. “Shit, I think I left my phone in your car. Can I get the keys?” Shawn tosses them over and Brian quickly runs outside. Shawn sits there fuming at the fact that a crazed fan must have followed him from the his apartment. And of course it was the prettiest woman in the bar.

Brian comes back inside after 2 minutes with a smirk on his face. He sits back down next to Shawn and gives him back the car keys saying, “you owe that woman a drink.”

Shawn’s head darts up to give his best friend a deranged look. “For what? She’s followed us here.”

Brian chuckles a bit, “dude, she wasn’t lying. Your headlights were left on and that’s all she was trying to tell you. Her car happens to be right next to yours, fuckhead.”

“Dammit” Shawn mutters to himself. He was the one out of line and he yelled at her for no reason. Shawn doesn’t even bother to finish his beer before he stands up from the table, causing the boys to chuckle at him a bit.

Shawn slowly approaches Y/N and Amanda’s booth. Y/N pretends not to notice his approach, but his height gives his presence away quickly. She’s still looking at Amanda, her words are clearly meant for Shawn, her voice very monotone,  “I’m sorry but this is my end of the bar, I don’t appreciate being followed over here.” Shawn chuckles nervously, “can I….can I talk to you for a minute?”

“That depends,” she turns to face him. “Are you going to accuse me of stalking you again?”

“I wanted to apologize for earlier. I was really out of line.”

Y/N looks at Amanda and gives her a ‘i’ll be right back’ look. Standing up, Shawn stumbles back a bit surprised that she is actually willing to talk to him. She walks over to an empty high-top table as he follows behind. She turns to face him with an annoyed look on her face.

“I’m sorry about what I said. I was being an idiot,” Shawn admits to her.

“Yes you were, I was just trying to be nice. I did not do anything to you and should not have been spoken to like that. I came here for the same reason as you, to get a drink.”

“I know and I wish I could take back what I said. Believe me, please. My friends called me out for being a dick, I just...I really thought you were just some stalking fan.”

“Well I’m not the type of fan that would follow you to a random bar. If I wanted a picture I wouldn’t have approached you like that.”

“So you do know who I am?”

“Of course I do. Your face is plastered on every magazine and billboard. But I’m not some crazy fan. You can have fans that aren’t going to stalk you.”

He nods, “I’m sorry. I got followed around a lot when I was in L.A. so I guess I’m being paranoid.”

“No, you’re not. You shouldn’t be followed no matter who you are. But maybe try to let someone approach you for once, without assuming their a fan.”

“You’re right.” He asks hesitantly, “Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

She smirks at him, “do you even know my name?”

“Oh, right! Crap...uhh….what’s your name?” He’s stuttering now.

“Y/N,” she chuckles.

“Y/N” he repeats it, loving the way it sounds when he says it. She nods again. He suddenly gets confident again, “well Y/N, can I buy you a drink?”

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Maybiemendes Masterlist

Happy 

Home

In the Top Drawer 

Is she your fiance?

Left The Lights On

Night Off

Presents

Trust

If you are looking for more to read, here are some of my favorite Shawn blogs...

@softboyshawn @infiniteshawn @goldenhemmings  @sippingchai @torontogawdd @t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o @onmyshawn @shawnm521 @wanderingmendes @smallerinfinities @sinfulshawn @begginyouformendes @maaaddiexo @gentlemanmendes @illumendes @getwaytooinvolved @shawnsmoose @zankivich @shavvnmendcs

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Waiting at an airport, hotel, home, etc for a celebrity is not okay under any circumstances. It is and literally always will be an invasion of their privacy and lives unless they have specifically said “hey I am landing, going, staying, meeting, people here. Come by and see me.” If there is not direct consent to meet from the celebrity then please stop. I don’t care if the celebrity is too nice to say no or would rather not so they aren’t ripped apart by social media/reports for being “an asshole” for simply wanting to live their lives. I don’t care if they say “no it’s okay” when people say they are “sorry for bothering you” as they line up and prevent them from getting from one place to another. You’re not sorry, you’re selfish. I don’t care if it is “part of the lifestyle” because that’s bullshit and everyone knows that plenty of celebrities can go with out this harassment in their daily lives. I don’t care if you’ve never met them or can’t afford to. That’s just how the cards are dealt in life. Stop being rude. Stop trying to justify your behavior. Stop harassing celebrities.

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In the Top Drawer | Shawn Mendes Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: almost 2,100

Warnings: sex toys?? Summary: Best Friend! Shawn is looking for his hoodie in Y/N’s apartment and find’s something he should have…

Shawn’s phone rings in his back pocket, he already has flowers and a bag of Chinese Takeout in his hands. He shuffles the bag into the crease of him arm and grabs his phone, accepting the call.

“Hey Y/N, I’m almost there.” Shawn says into the phone, walking into the elevator of his best friend’s apartment building.

“Ugh, that’s why I’m calling. I’m still stuck in traffic.”

He can hear her stressing through the phone, “it’s okay, how long do you think it will take you? I brought dinner, and I don’t want to start eating without you.”

“No more than 10 minutes, but I’m stuck behind the slowest truck driver ever,” she tells him. “You can let yourself in, I’m sure you still have the key.”

Shawn looks down at his keys, hers is in the loop with his own house key. He grins, “yeah, I can get in.”

“Good,” Y/N says. “Oh and the hoodie you left behind is in my bedroom dresser if you want to grab it.”

The elevator dings, notifying he’s reached her floor. He exits and walks to her door. “Got it. Drive safe and I’ll see you in a few.”

“Yep, bye.” She rushes off the phone.

He slides the key into the door handle, letting himself into her apartment, shutting the door behind him. He sets the flowers and dinner down on the counter and notices her apartment is ice cold. He shivers while putting the flowers into a vase for her. He knows that her apartment is always cold, since she can’t sleep without it that way. He walks into her bedroom and goes to her dresser, reaching for the top drawer. It slides open and moves her tank tops aside to look for his hoodie, but finds something else instead.

At first, he doesn’t want to look, knowing she will kill him if he does, but he has too. In the drawer, under her tank tops is a stash of sex toys. Shawn’s eyes widen as he realizes what they are, hoodie long forgotten. From what Shawn can tell, he identifies a dildo and maybe a few vibrators, but he really doesn’t know what everything is, there is at least 6 different things there. His eyes scan the toys, wondering how long she has had them. He starts to wonder when she uses them, what she looks like when she does.

He breaks his stare with the toys when he hears the front door close, Y/N is home. He throws the tank tops back on top of the toys and shuts the drawer. He opens the second drawer and finds his hoodie. He grabs it and leaves her room.

She stands at the kitchen counter, admiring the flowers he left for her to see. He feels no need for the hoodie now. Shawn’s getting hot and bothered, so he tosses it on the couch and walks over to her in the kitchen.

“Hey stranger,” she says pulling Shawn into a hug. “Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.”

He smiles down at her, “you’re welcome.”

It’s been 3 weeks since they’ve seen each other. Shawn just came back the American leg of his 5th world tour. They miss each other tremendously while he’s away, that’s why he spends as much time as he can with her when he is home. She has been his best friend since he met her 2 years ago and to be honest, both of them have thought they wanted more from time to time.

“Should we eat?” She asks, pulling away to grab plates from the cabinet.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I got your favorite.” He pulls the containers out of the brown bag and sets them on the counter.

“Uhhhhh, you’re the best,” she groans, almost as if she were getting a relaxing massage. Shawn’s mouth dries up a bit after hearing it. She fills her plate and heads to the counter to sit down. He grabs a water out of the fridge, before piling food onto his plate and joins her.

The whole time they are eating Shawn is quiet as a mouse. Y/N notices but doesn’t say anything until they both finish their food. “Are you alright Shawn? You seem kind of quiet,” Y/N asks.

He clears his throat, “yeah I’m all good. Just a bit jet lagged.” Liar, he’s wide awake after finding her toys.

She knew he was lying instantly, but she didn’t want to stress him out even more, knowing something was already getting to him. They decide to watch some Grey’s Anatomy and have a glass of wine. Y/N gets up and goes to her room to change into more comfortable clothes. The second she is out of sight, Shawn runs to the bathroom and splashes cold water in his face. Looking at himself in the mirror and thinking, “you shouldn’t have looked in her drawer. You shouldn’t be thinking about her like that.”

To be fair, Shawn is pretty good about not showing his feelings about Y/N. Whenever they go out with their friends or just the two of them, Shawn always makes sure that she is comfortable and happy, never going home alone. There have been several nights where Shawn has slept on her couch after taking her home, just to make sure that she wouldn’t need anything. He does that every time she catches a cold too. He wonders if Y/N has ever thought about him the way he thinks about her. Probably not.

Shawn exits the bathroom and walks to the couch where Y/N is sitting. He plops down next to her and looks over. She’s in a pair of his oversized sweatpants, that he gave to her a year ago, and a white tee, her grey bra slightly visible through the fabric. He prys his eyes away from her, letting out a huff of frustration. She is too entranced with setting up Grey’s Anatomy to notice that he was looking at her like she’s dessert.

“How about this one?” She grabs his attention toward the screen.

He nods, “sure.”

Halfway through the episode, Y/N looks over at Shawn who is playing with his fingers, his wine glass resting on the coffee table still full. She knows that something is bothering him, so she obviously needs to know now. She pauses the show.

“Okay, what is going on? Something is bothering you,” she says setting her glass of wine down and turns to face him.

He adjusts himself to sit up in the couch, “nothing, Y/N. Everything is fine, I promise.”

“No it’s not. You have barely said anything all night and you’re never this quiet.” She pauses as she waits for him to say something, but nothing comes out. “Please Shawn, tell me what’s wrong. You’re making me worry that you don’t actually want to be here.”

His head snaps to face her, “that’s not it at all, hun. I just……I……” He begins to stutter a bit. “Listen, I don’t want you to be too upset with me—”

“I’m not gonna be upset, just tell me the suspense is killing me.” She laughs a bit to ease the tension.

“When…..When I went into your room to grab my hoodie, I went into the wrong drawer and I found some stuff that I shouldn’t have.”

Her eyes instantly widen and her face turns bright red, “oh my god.” Her face buries itself in her hands.

Shawn gently grabs her wrists, “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to snoop around. I was just looking for the hoodie.”

She sighs into her hands and looks up at him, “don’t apologize, I should have told you what drawer or just grabbed it for you. I meant to hide them better, ughhhhhhhh.” Her face resumes its position in her hands.

“I really am sorry Y/N. I can leave if you want –” he starts.

Her head darts up again, “no, don’t leave…….I mean unless you want to. I’m just so embarrassed.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, I just didn’t think my best friend was going to see those.”

Shawn heart stings a bit when he hears her say ‘best friend,’ silently wishing it didn’t have to be this way. He doesn’t want her to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed around him, so he tries to ease her mind. “Well if it will make you feel any better, I really didn’t know what anything was. Like I really had no clue what I was looking at,” he chuckles a bit causing her to as well.

“Really?” she asks.

Shawn shakes his head. ‘You could show me,’ Shawn thinks to himself. Her eyebrows rise on her forehead. His eyes widen, did he really say that out loud? “Ugh, I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to say that.”

“It’s alright,” she tells him. She leans forward to grab her wine glass off the coffee table, taking a large gulp to finish it off, Shawn still staring at her.

It’s silent between them as she sets her empty glass back down on the table. Shawn worries that he overstepped and wonders what she is thinking about.

Her stare now on the paused TV screen, “are you shocked that I have those toys?”

He doesn’t move, afraid that if he does she’ll get mad. “Um…..I guess I am a bit shocked,” he lets out slowly.

“Why?” She looks at him again, but not turning her body. She looks agitated.

He doesn’t want to creep her out or make her mad. “Well, you just don’t seem like the type to be very…..kinky.”

She turns her body to face his so he continues, “I don’t really know what to tell you, I’ve never really thought about what you do in bed.” Liar, he thinks about his best friend all the time, but honestly never thought she had toys.

She looks down into her lap, playing with her fingers. “But if hypothetically you did….would you think me using toys is…….hot?”

Shawn’s mouth is dry again, shit. Was she implying that she wants him to think about her? “Hypothetically?”

She nods, barely making eye contact, her legs pulled into her chest.

He takes a deep breath, “well if hypothetically I thought about you like that…..i would think it’s more than hot. I would think it’s……sexy and erotic and raunchy.”

Her head lifts a bit as her arms wrapped around her legs. Shawn can tell that she wants to ask something else, but she’s holding back. He gets up from his current spot and moves over to her section of the couch, sitting right in front of her legs. He grabs one her hands and holds it, his thumb stroking the top of her hand.

“What if it wasn’t hypothetical?” She asks, begging to know what he’ll say.

“Do you want me to think about you? In that way?”

She nods, biting her lip.

“I do think about you Y/N, like that. But I think about you, not only your sexiness.” He finally admits, “I think about what it would be like to be with you, not in a hypothetical sense.”  

She can’t help but smile a bit, but she quickly tries to hold back, “but you said you didn’t before. Why haven’t you said anything?”

He sighs, “Y/N, you’re my best friend and I was terrified that you wouldn’t want me as more than that.”

“Was?”

“Well from where this conversation has gone it feels like you are happy about what i’ve said. Now I can tell that you want something more too,” he smiles looking into her eyes.

“You’re not worried?” Y/N asks.

“About what,” his hand squeezes hers.

“What if we don’t work?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t think like that, we will work out. If you let me be more, I promise things will only get better. We will still be best friends but we’ll also be together.”

She grins, “sorry I took so long to notice.”

They both let out a laugh, getting a bit closer to each other. Shawn’s hand that isn’t holding her hand moves to cup her face. They both lean into the kiss that they have been waiting 2 years for. Who knew it would take Shawn finding Y/N sex toys for someone to confess their feelings.

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Trust | Shawn Mendes Angst (turned Fluff)

Thank you so much for all the love on ‘Happy’ and “Is she your fiance’ 

Feedback is always appreciated. Hope you enjoy a little angsty Shawn.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: 1,800+

Warnings: talk about unprotected sex

“What are these?” Shawn asks standing in Y/N’s bathroom doorway, holding up her pack of pills.

Y/N looks up from her phone, “my birth control pills…..why?”

“Why? Because you never told me you are on birth control, that’s why.” Shawn tosses them down on the bed next to her.

“Shawn, it’s not a big deal. We’ve only been dating for 6 months—”

“And you never thought to bring it up?” Shawn stops her.

“To be honest, no. We didn’t even have sex until 2 months in, and you go away a lot so it’s not like we have sex all the time.” Y/N tries to reason with him.

“But you should have told me” Shawn states.

“Why, so you wouldn’t have to wear a condom?” Y/N throws at him. She’s heard him complain about wearing condoms before.

Shawn stares at her with fury in his eyes, “yes!”

“Seriously Shawn, get over yourself. We only have sex a few times a month, and only when you’re home. God forbid I want to make sure I don’t get an STD.” Y/N practically screams at him.

Shawn doesn’t move, he only stares at her and all the anger in his eyes disappears, letting sadness seep in. After a few moments of Y/N avoiding eye contact with him, Shawn slowly turns toward the door. Y/N’s head jerks up.

“Where are you going?” She asks quietly.

He doesn’t answer, only picking up his overnight bag and walking out of her bedroom. Y/N gets off of her bed and runs through her apartment and grabs his arm to stop him. “Shawn, stop. Why are you leaving?”

He doesn’t want to answer but he has to, “because you don’t trust me.”

“I…I do trust you” Y/N pleads.

“No you don’t. If you did you would know that I haven’t been with anyone else. I don’t even look at women the same way I look at you. I thought…….I thought that if you were on birth control you’d let me fuck you without a condom because it’s more intimate. But clearly you don’t trust me enough.” He gently pulls himself away from her and moves towards the door. He slides on his shoes while she tries to make him stay.

“Shawn I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. I wasn’t insinuating that you were sleeping around on me, but I don’t trust the girls who came before me. You’ve had so many girls and I’ve barely had 2 guys before you, and I didn’t tell them either.”

Shawn perks up again, “so you treat me the same as those dicks?”

Y/N wants to cry now, she never meant for him to get upset. Her mom taught her that you are sleeping with everyone your partner has slept with, and everyone they have slept with. She taught you to always use a condom because you really never know, and when you feel safe enough, get tested and then have unprotected sex.

She wants to beg him to stay but she knows that it won’t work, “No, that’s not what I mean. Please just hear me out—”

“I think i’ve heard enough for tonight….I’ll talk to you later.” Shawn grabs his coat of the stand next to the door. He opens it and walks out, shutting the door behind him. Y/N stands there, staring at her closed front door. Not daring to lock it in case he changes his mind.

Shawn is supposed to leave for tour tomorrow night and this would have been their last night together for 2 months. She didn’t want the night to end like this.

As Shawn walks down the hallway of her apartment, he wants to turn around and talk it out, but he is tired. She is always great at calming him down, that’s why he always went to her when he is on a break from tour. It takes everything in him not to turn around. The elevator brings him to the garage and he slowly walks to his car. Getting in, he already misses her. He thinks about how she might be feeling while he drives home. That she only wanted to be safe, just in case. But he still felt hurt, he still felt that she didn’t trust him. Deep down he knows that she’s is right.

Neither of them get much sleep. Y/N moves to the couch, in case he came back, only getting a few hours. Shawn tosses and turns in his bed, wishing she was with him, not really caring about the issue anymore. The clock on the nightstand reads 6:03 am, he is exhausted, but he knows that he has to talk to her before he leaves later tonight.

They both manage to get a little more sleep and they dreamt of each other the whole time. They both knew they were both overreacting, so Shawn left his apartment, still in his sweatpants and a hoodie. He is driving to her place when she calls. Normally, she had trained him not to answer the phone while driving, but he had to hear her voice.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said when she heard that he picked up.

He sighs, “I’m sorry too….I’m on my way over right now.”

She smiles, “I’ll make breakfast. The doors unlocked for you.”

“Has it been unlocked all night?” He worries.

“No, it was for a while, but I knew you would want me to lock it. I just wanted to make sure you could get in if you came back over.” She hopes that she doesn’t sound desperate.

“Okay good. Well I’m almost there, so i’ll see you soon.” Shawn hums into the phone.

“Okay, see you soon.” Y/N replies and they hang up.

She rushes to the bathroom to make sure that she looks presentable. She’s still in the same pair of leggings and one of his t-shirts from last night. Her hair is a little messy but it’s manageable. She brushes her teeth and throws some cold water on her face to wake herself up. She looks like she hasn’t slept for 3 days, but it’s only been 1 night.

She starts preparing the kitchen for pancakes. Shawn knocks on the door before entering. She pours the batter on the pan and looks up to see her sleep deprived boyfriend entering the kitchen. Putting the mixing bowl down on the counter and moving towards him. He pulls her into a hug, her face buried into his chest.

“I’m so sorry Shawn. I never meant to upset you, I promise that I am just trying to be safe.” She pulls back to look up at him, “I do trust you, Shawn. Please don’t doubt that.”

He sighs, pulls her against him again, “I know you do, I overreacted and I’m sorry that I left. I should have stayed and talked it out.” She pulls away to flip the pancakes. Shawn pulls 2 plates from the cabinet and sets up the counter as they talk.

“I was going to tell you about the birth control, I just hadn’t found the right time yet. I know that you haven’t been with anyone since you met me, and I love that. It’s just a habit for me to always expect a condom.” She places the ready pancakes on his plate, then pouring more batter onto the pan for herself. He waits until she is done making her pancakes and sits next to him to continue.

“You don’t have to explain. We should be using condoms every time. I know that birth control is only 99% effective, and I know that we are no way near ready for kids. I just had this idea that not using condoms would be more intimate. We don’t see each other a whole lot right now with me being on tour.”

“We can try it, I’m not opposed to that. I want to be as intimate as I can be with you. Trust me, when I say that I want to try a lot of things with you. I just want to do it safely.” Y/N explains, while they munch on their breakfast.

“I got it babe, I want you to feel comfortable every time. And if me wearing a condom makes you feel safe, then I will wear a condom until you tell me not to.” He smiles at her.

She leans in for kiss. He grants her wish instantly, sealing their kiss with the sticky maple syrup. Once they finish their pancakes, Y/N notices how tired Shawn really is.

“Baby, you should take a nap,” she says quietly as she grabs his plate and walks to the sink with it.

“Only if you nap with me,” Shawn smirks at her, eyes starting to droop. She nods at him, so he stands and walks toward the bedroom. She follows him once she puts everything away. She walks into her room and sees Shawn laying on bed already, feet hanging off the edge, shoes still on. She chuckles at him while walking over to him, after shutting the bedroom door.

“Your flight isn’t until 11:00 pm tonight right?” She asks while pulling off his sneakers.

“Yeah, that means I can spend the rest of the day with you,” he smiles at her. “We are going to dinner with my parents and Aaliyah before I head to the airport as well.”

She climbs into the bed next to Shawn, who is also trying to get under the covers. “Hmmmm, so that means we can nap for a few hours, and still have time to —-”

“Fuck” Shawn laughs, interrupting her. She laughs back at him, leaning down to kiss him.

“Yes, we will have plenty of time to fuck.” She says pulling away and sinking further into the bed, “But first, we need to get some beauty sleep.”

Shawn immediately pulls her body against him, “or…..we could take a nap after we—”

“Nope” Y/N says, not letting him finish.

He laughs into her neck, “okay baby, get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

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Happier | Shawn Mendes Blurb

A/N: So I was listening to Happier by Marshmello and Bastille and this happened. A little angst with very fluffy end. Please reblog.

Summary: You don’t think Shawn is very happy with your long distance and you decide you want to break it off and spare him. Shawn isn’t having that. [Little Angsty] [Crying] [Fluff]

Word Count: 1.5k

You’re alone, sitting in Shawn’s apartment with your things in a box beside the couch. You’ve been considering this for a long time, though it was not something you wanted to do. You take one last look around the apartment, taking it in, mentally photographing the memories of the last two years. Birthdays, holidays, parties. Getting drunk and passing out on the couch. Waking up on Sundays to Shawn playing piano. Breakfast in the kitchen at ten in the morning because you over slept. The scratch on the wall where you kicked your heels off and one went flying. The stain under the edge of the living room carpet where Shawn dropped a bottle of bleach cleaner. So many memories…they made it harder to leave. You have to stop.

Your phone buzzes and you look down at it. Your message stares back at you as you read it over again before looking at Shawn’s. “I’ve been thinking, I want you to be happier, so I have to leave.”

Shawn’s text reads “Call me, please.”

You won’t do that. His voice will change your mind and you don’t want to do that. No matter how wrong it feels. This is what needed to happen. Shawn needed to be free of you. You could see it in his eyes when you’re together. The sadness, the hurt that he knows is coming when he has to leave again. The distance was too much, he was always working. Phone calls could only do so much for the two of you. You want him to be free, to live like the twenty year old he is. He didn’t need to worry about you back home. He didn’t need to be tied down by someone he can’t be with.

You pocket your phone and pick up the box beside the couch. One glance at the keys he’d given you ages ago on the counter and you’re almost tempted to change your mind. That was it. The moment you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t get back in. It was symbolic in a way. Poetic maybe. You take a deep breath and step out of the apartment, letting the door click closed behind you in the silent hall. It’s then that reality hits you. Quiet sobs over take your body as you lean your head back against the door. This was a mistake but it was only fair to Shawn. He deserved better.

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It’s midnight when you hear something in your kitchen. Your bedroom shares a wall with it so the sound isn’t hard to miss. Your first thought is that Nubs, your cat, is getting into the treat cupboard. You’re tempted to say forget it and just let her tear open the treats and gorge herself. After all you had just gotten to sleep, having been crying all evening and trying to avoid your phone at all costs. You knew if you didn’t answer Shawn he would get Brian to call you, then Andrew, then your mom if he was desperate enough. So you couldn’t take any calls all evening or even be on the phone. It made for a long sad night, but you had to get past it.

Just as you reach over to click your bedside lamp off, a muffled voice startles you up out of bed. A mumbled curse and Nubs meows. The handle on your door jiggles and your heart leaps into your throat, blood running cold. You scramble from the bed, climb over and over stuffed laundry basket and into your closet in a matter of seconds. The bedroom door opens and you bite your fist to keep your crying quiet.

From your hiding place you can see through the slats on the door and the figure of a tall man is moving towards the bed. It stops, then turns around to face you but it’s hard to see anything clearly. You look around in the dim closet, feeling for anything you can use as a weapon but the only thing is shoes. You grab a heel by the shoe part and hold it up. If all else fails, try to gouge their eyes out with the pointy heel. The doors open and you let out a scream, holding up the heel for protection.

“Stop screaming honey, Jesus Christ.” Shawn says, reaching for and turning on the closet light. “You’re going to wake up your neighbors.”

“Shawn?!”

“Yes?”

You stand up and stare at him. He looks like hell, like he hasn’t slept. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in LA.”

“Yeah well I’m here.” He leans in and grabs your waist, lifting you out and over the laundry basket blocking the closet. “Because someone has lost her mind and won’t answer the phone.”

You wipe your cheeks and turn to the bed. “I haven’t lost my mind. I know you’re miserable being tied to me.”

Shawn steps up behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you back against him. “Who said I’m miserable?” He asks, nose in your hair, smooching your head over and over like he always did when he was holding you like this.

“No one, I can see it on your face when we’re together. You should be free, seeing the world, being a young rockstar. I’m just holding you back. We can’t even go out public together without someone with us.”

“Uh huh,” he murmurs, lifting you up and putting you on the bed. He crawls over and lays down beside you. “I’m not miserable when we’re together. I’m worried, about you. I’m worried I’m not loving you enough, that I’m not home enough, that you’ll want someone else. I’m worried something will happen to you if fans find out. You’re my little piece of heaven that I never want to share, but I’m going to have to. And I’m not miserable at all, quite far from it actually. I love you and you know that.”

“It’s hard Shawn,” you tremble, a shaky sob clambering through you. “I hate being without you. I hate hiding all the time. I just want to have a normal relationship with you.”

“Come with me then,” he says, twirling your hair around his finger. “You don’t have to work if you’d rather travel with me. Maybe it’s time we go public.”

“I can’t do that. I can’t mooch off of you.”

“It’s not mooching. It’s mutual support. If you want you can work with the crew and we can have you paid just like anyone else.”

“But the fans…they’ll rip me apart, call me horrible things. We’ve kept it quiet for two years. What are they going to say about me? I’ll never be able to be on social media again.”

Shawn sighs softly. “Babe, I never thought I’d say this but, fuck the fans. If they don’t like you it’s because they’re caught up in their own fantasies and they’re jealous. You won’t have to worry about them finding you on  social media either. You’re not famous and you’re not even friends with any of the guys or myself on anything since we’ve already been hiding for two years.” He slides his hand into yours and rests his head on your chest. “Please come with me. I need you. I never thought I’d ask it of you, but I think it’s what we need to do.”

You run your hand through his hair. Leaving your job at the preschool would be hard, but it was nearly the end of the year. You would just have to submit your resignation and let your coworkers know in a month. You loved working with the kids, but Shawn was the love of your life. He was your heart and soul. Being so far away from each other all the time was torture. Besides, there would be other kids you could work with on tours, they probably need someone for those young fan at meet and greets, someone to interact with them other than their parents.

“I’ll come with you,” you murmur and he stirs, having drifted off momentarily. He nods his head in acknowledgement. “I’ll be there for you if you’ll be there for me.”

“I promise I will,” Shawn mumbles, fingers flexing against yours, his curls tickling your chest. “Don’t ever scare me like that again by the way. I think I’d rather die than think you don’t want me anymore.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

He huffs, a breathy laugh following suit. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black isn’t it?”

“Shut up,” you murmur, tugging his hair. He presses his face down into your warm skin. “I love you bub.”

“Love you too honey…. and I always will.”

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Is this how it feels?

This was requested by an anon. I was going to make a quick blurb out of it but it kind of got out of hand lol. So here you go

anonymous asked:

Imagine shawns gf going away for a while and the night before she leave shawns like wow this is how if feels for you? You’re so strong to do this all the time!

Genre: Just Pure Fluff

Shawn watches you with a small frown on his lips sitting on the bed. You go back and worth between the bed and the closet placing different articles of clothing onto the suite case for the early flight you have for the next morning.

“Baby” Shawn mumbles out catching your attention

“Hmm?” you question folding a pair of paints in your hand

“Do you have to go?”

His question makes you look up at him, you feel your heart swell at the site in front of you. He looks like a little pouting kid that his parent has scolded for doing something bad.

His shoulder is slumped down and he is playing with hands.

“Baby” you say walking up to him and he immediately  opens up his legs so your standing in front of him as he wraps his arms around your torso burying his face on your tummy hugging you tightly.

“It’s just for 4 days” you say as you run your hands through his curls kissing the top of his head

“I know but I just came back from tour and you’re leaving me. I didn’t get enough of you”

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Night Off | Shawn Mendes Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N 

Word Count: 3,200+ Warnings: summarized smut at the end Summary: Dad! Shawn and pregnant! y/n need a night to themselves ( Hi everyone, I apologize for the horrible ending! I couldn’t seem to write anything worth posting so I put a bit of summarized smut. I am not confident in my smut-writing-skills at all, so I kind of jumped around it. The ACE Family inspired me for this in the beginning too. Hope you enjoy this, even though I kept skipping things. 

Y/N woke up from the rain hitting the bedroom windows. The alarm clock on her nightstand reads “3:17 am.” She rubs her 30 week bump as she listens to the sound of rain in the drainage pipe along the roof. She thinks back to when her and Shawn used to cuddle on the couch and fall asleep to the pouring rain. His old apartment had the best view of the CN Tower and the Toronto skyline. She almost wishes that they still lived in that apartment just to watch the rain from the giant living room windows. However, after her and Shawn had been married for a few months, they both decided it was time to move to and live in a family sized home. So now, here they are 4 years later, in a suburban section of Toronto, not too far from his parents in Pickering.

As the rain continues to pour, Y/N feels the need to curl into Shawn’s arms. The baby in her belly was not kicking her at the moment so she was thankful for that. However, even if the baby started to kick, the feeling of Shawn’s hand on her belly calmed the baby. She turns to reach for him, but his side of the bed is empty. She quickly remembers that their 18 month old daughter, Ella, had woken them up earlier that same night. Shawn got up to calm her down and Y/N had fallen back asleep before he returned to bed. She honestly wondered if he ever made it back into your shared bedroom.

Slowly getting up, her hands instantly cradle her stomach. The bump was very prominent now, and getting up took a bit more effort. Yesterday was her 30 weeks mark, so she only has about 10 more weeks until number baby 2. Y/N started towards the hallway and went directly to Ella’s room. Her bedroom door was open half way, probably from when Shawn came in. She pushed the door open slightly as she walked in. The room was only lit up by a small unicorn night light plugged into the wall. Needless to say it was rather dark in the room, but Y/N could see just what she needed to. It was hard for Y/N to contain her laughter as she approaches Ella’s crib, due to the fact that Shawn was laying in the crib with Ella with his feet in the air, resting against the railing.

Y/N wanted to go back to her and Shawn’s room to grab her phone to take a picture. But, she stayed right next to the crib, gently leaning on the railing, watching her husband and daughter sleep in the crib.

She began to think of all the conversations she had with Shawn before Ella was born. Shawn always said that he would take time off from his music and touring to stay home with Y/N and raise their kids. And, it didn’t take long for Y/N to realize that he was being serious. Shawn hasn’t been on tour since before the first pregnancy was announced. Obviously the fans were upset, but he promised them that he was still making music while raising his family.

Ella stirred in her sleep and moved further away from her dad. Y/N took this opportunity to wake up Shawn, but she didn’t want to startle him. Her hand moves through his long brown curls, slightly scratchy his scalp to wake him. It didn’t take much of that before Shawn’s eyes opened only to see his wife staring at him inside of their daughters crib. Clearly he didn’t realize that he fell asleep after laying with her. He looks over at Ella and then back at Y/N, and motions for her to move away from the crib so he can get out. Slowly and carefully, he makes it out of the crib and sighs. Y/N pulls him into a hug and doesn’t move, she just holds him until he is ready to leave Ella’s room. She could tell that he didn’t mind staying in her crib, but Y/N knew that his back would be hurting the next day. She takes his hand to lead him back to the bedroom, quietly shutting Ella’s door on their way out. Once the couple makes it back to their bed, Shawn is more awake and wants to cuddle with his wife. He pulls her against his chest and places a hand on her stomach, his thumb moving across her skin.

He buries his head into her neck and mumbles, “she wouldn’t stop crying. I think she had a bad dream. Climbing in her crib felt like the only option.” She knows that Shawn is trying to reason with her.

“I would have done the same thing,” Y/N whispers to him softly.

“How’s the other little one doing?” He asks while rubbing your belly a bit more than before.

“Quiet, which is okay because that means he’s not kicking.”

Shawn immediately perks up, leaning on his elbow, “He? What makes you think it’s a boy?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N chuckles. “I just have a feeling.”

At this point, Shawn has already started thinking all of the possible things he can do with his son. Teaching him how to play guitar or how to play soccer or hockey. Ella hasn’t yet started her guitar lessons with Shawn yet, but he gets more excited the older she gets, so he can finally teach her. Shawn was the best father to Ella. He sings to her almost every night, reads to her as much as possible and is almost always on diaper duty.

“You have a feeling, huh? Well what if I think it’s another girl?” Shawn says back to his wife.

“I wouldn’t mind having another girl. I just think this one is a boy. We only have 10 more weeks to go. Hopefully he or she will come early, give me a break.” Y/N says. When she was pregnant with Ella, she was 8 days late. They are both hoping that this baby won’t take as long to arrive.

“I kind of hope it’s a boy too. Just to even it out I guess,” Shawn laughs.

“Oh don’t lie, you want another girl,” Y/N smirks at him.

Shawn looks at her, knowing she’s right and he doesn’t want to admit it. As his head falls into his pillow, he mumbles “ughhhhhhh why are you always right.”

“I’m your wife, I’m always right.” She starts to comb through Shawn’s hair, it messy and needs a wash, but it’s hard to shower with an 18 month old on the loose.

With his face still in the pillow he asks, “can we bring Ella to my parents for a night or two? I really want you to myself before the baby comes. And, to be honest, Ella is kind of a cock blocker.”

It takes everything in Y/N not to laugh out loud, knowing if she does she will wake up Ella down the hall. “Sure babe, I’ll call Mom in the morning. We should get some sleep though, Ella will be up in a few hours.”

He turns onto his back again, lifting his arm to allow her to curl against his side, her leg wrapping over him. “Well then we better get to sleep,” he says looking down at her, his curls still a wild mess. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Y/N says back to him, staring right into his eyes. She rests her head back on his chest, letting sleep consume them both.

In the morning, Shawn wakes up before Y/N and Ella. Shawn turns his head and sees Y/N still sleeping soundly, the baby in her belly most likely sleeping too. He glances at the clock, reading 7:09 am, and knows it’s only a matter of time before Ella wakes up. As much as he wants to stay in bed with Y/N all day, he gets up slowly and carefully not wanting to wake his wife up.

Shawn moves slowly to the bedroom door, avoiding the areas of the floor where is gets creaky when someone walks on it. He opens it, quickly slides out of the room, and gently shuts it behind him. He makes his way down the short hallway do his daughters bedroom, pressing his ear against the door to hear her if she is awake. He can hear her fussing a bit, so he knows she is about to cry or shout soon. He enters her room with a smile and sees that she is just waking up. Her brown curly hair a complete mess after her slumber, and her cheeks pink as ever. Leaning over her crib, Ella’s eyes immediately go to her dad. Instantly her arms dart up with the cutest chubby graby-hand motion. He chuckles down at her and reaches in to pull her out. Wanting her to remain quiet, he uses a very quiet voice, “good morning sweet pea, how did you sleep?”

Ella, who can only babble, replies with a soft “ahhhhhhh” to her dad.

“Oh really, that well huh?” He questions her jokingly, placing her down on the changing table. “I think you only slept so good because daddy got in your crib with you. Isn’t that right?”

She only makes small squeaks to respond to him while he changes her diaper.

After Shawn changers Ella, he carries her downstairs into the kitchen and sets her in the highchair. The whole time Shawn tries to buckle her into the seat, Ella keeps squeezing Shawn’s fingers, not wanting to let him go yet.

“Ella, you gotta let go of daddy now,” Shawn begins to say in his best baby voice. “I need to make you and mommy some breakfast.”

Of course Ella has no idea what her dad is saying, but she smiles and lets go of his fingers, giggling in the process. While Shawn is busy making breakfast, he talks to Ella about the new song he’s been writing about Y/N. He knows that she can’t understand, but her responsive baby cheers make it seem like she does. One of Ella’s cheers is loud enough to wake up Y/N upstairs, Shawn quickly shushing her.

Y/N sits up in bed instantly wondering why her daughter was squealing so loudly, and then she noticed her husband is missing from their bed. She raises from the bed slowly, and walks into the bathroom. Now that she’s awake that means the baby in her belly will be awake. After freshening up, Y/N heads downstairs making her way to the kitchen. Stepping into the bright room, she sees her husband sitting on the stool next to their daughters highchair. Ella hands are covered in smooshed banana, cheerios are all over the floor, and her face is slightly red from the strawberries Shawn cut up for her.

Ella notices her mother walk into the room, her arms immediately reach for her as she lets out more squeals. “Good morning honey,” Y/N giggles at Ella as she walks over to them. Shawn hands instinctively go to Y/N’s belly gently caressing it. Ella laughs in response to her mother. Y/N turns to Shawn, leaning on him a bit, “and good morning to you, handsome.”

Shawn blushes a bit before kissing her. “Good morning, beautiful” he gushes to Y/N. “I made you breakfast too,” he admits pointing at the countertop to her toast, eggs and glass of orange juice.

“Thank you,” she smiles at him, leaning down for another quick kiss. Ella lets out a small yell to announce that she is done with her breakfast.

Shawn nods to Y/N, “I’ll keep Ella occupied while you have breakfast.” He removes Ella’s highchair tray and sets it near the sink, then picks her up. The parents laugh and a few cheerios fall off of Ella as she is lifted from the seat, causing her to let out a few giggles too.

“I’ll call mom once I’m done. What time should I tell her?”

“4:30,” Shawn responds. “I’m taking you to dinner, we’ll go after we drop Ella off.”

Y/N’s call with Shawn’s mother is mostly filled with Karen being excited to see her granddaughter. Y/N laughs at Karen a bit because she saw Ella 5 days ago. “So we will drop her off around 4:30 pm and pick her up around 11:00 am tomorrow morning, is that alright?”

“Anytime, you can take as long as you’d like. I’ll let Manny know. See you soon hun.” Karen rushes to get the already clean house prepared for Ella, quickly hanging up on Y/N.

The day went by fast as Ella was excited to see her grandparents again. They always spoiled her a little too much, but isn’t that what grandparents are for? Before they knew it, it was time to leave. Shawn puts Ella in the carseat and jumps into the driver’s seat, seeing Y/N already settled in the passenger’s seat next to him, silently rubbing her belly. The drive to Manny and Karen’s house is only about 25 minutes so they managed to sing along with a few songs on the radio. Ella of course screaming the lyrics that she really doesn’t know. As they pull up the driveway, Shawn noticeably perks up in his seat, making Y/N laugh.

“What’s got you all excited?”

“We are about to drop off Ella and actually have a night to ourselves again. I think I’m more than a little excited,” Shawn replies as he parks the car.

“Well you’re gonna have to contain your excitement until we get home, love. I don’t think that your parents would appreciate us using their driveway to have car sex. Plus I can barely move in here,” Y/N smirks at him, unbuckling herself.

Shawn stops all movement to look at his wife, “don’t tempt me.” Her eyes widen and he gives her a quick kiss by leaning over the center console. Shawn grabs Ella from her carseat while Y/N grabs her overnight bag. The second that Manny opens the door Ella screams in joy and reaches out for him. Manny quickly takes Ella from Shawn before she inadvertently jumps out of his arms.

Karen, Manny, Y/N and Shawn make small talk about Ella for a few minutes before Karen says, “alright you two, we’ve got it from here. Go and enjoy a night out and we will see you tomorrow morning.” Of course the young parents listen to her, but not before smothering Ella in kisses and hugs.

Shawn gives his daughter another sloppy kiss on the cheek, using his baby voice, “mommy and daddy will see you tomorrow okay, lovebug.”

Ella giggles and says, “bye daddy. Bye mommy.”

As much as Y/N and Shawn want a night out, they know they will miss Ella. Making their way back to the bar, Shawn lifts Y/N up in a bridal pose and carries her the rest of the way to the car. Y/N takes the small opportunity to kiss his neck, as he places her in the passenger seat.

“Baby, you shouldn’t do that right now, because I will take you right here in my parents driveway if I have to,” Shawn whimpers to Y/N.

-   skipping dinner    -

Back at home Shawn and Y/N decide on a movie to watch. The house is quiet without Ella’s giggles bouncing off the walls. Shawn and Y/N curl up on the couch, her legs on-top of his, and his arm around her, and opposite hand on her belly. Shawn had picked the movie “Baywatch” which has plenty of humor in it. However, half-way through Y/N notices the lead actresses are very pretty, and very thin. Before Y/N was pregnant with both Ella and baby number 2, she wasn’t skinny. Her realistic body type is what lured Shawn to her, but now she wonders if Shawn would want her to slim down after the baby is born. Shawn notices after a few minutes that Y/N is quieter than normal, he pauses the movie, causing her attention to go to him.

“Why’d you pause it?” Y/N worries.

“Why are you so quiet? You are never this quiet during a movie,” Shawn ponders while moving closer to her, even those she’s basically on-top of him already.

Y/N sighs knowing Shawn won’t stop pestering her until she answers his question. “I just….I just feel like I’m not attractive anymore,” Y/N lets out. She starts to get teary eyed, “having another baby is going to be great, but I feel like you’re not going to think i’m hot or sexy after I give birth.”

Shawn’s sadness immediately shows, he’s upset that his wife is self-conscious. His arms wrap around her tighter as tears start to fall, letting her bury her face into his neck. “Baby,” Shawn whispers. “I would never in my life think that you are unattractive. You are the most beautiful and sexy woman in the world to me. I never want you to think that I don’t completely adore you.” He pauses for a minute, getting a little choked up. Y/N pulls her face out of Shawn’s neck, leaving it wet with tears, and rests her forehead against his. “You are carrying our second child, of course your body is going to change, but my love for you isn’t going to. I will never think your body isn’t sexy because you’ve had my children. You are -”

Before he can finish, Y/N cuts him off with a steamy kiss. Her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and moving so she is straddling him. Shawn’s massive hands run over her butt, gently squeezing them to make her moan.

Y/N pulls away slightly whimpering, “I love you.” “I love you so much Shawn, thank you.” She doesn’t even let her breathless husband speak before pulling him in for another kiss. A mini-makeout session starts and within a few moments, both Shawn and Y/N are without shirts.

Shawn pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, “I love you too, and I plan on showing you how much I love you tonight and everyday for the rest of our lives.” Y/N’s face turns a deep red, her hands moving to pull his face to meet hers again. Things move quickly as Shawn carries Y/N to the bedroom, laying her down on their king-size bed. Clothes are removed and thrown across the room. Shawn hadn’t recently seen Y/N’s chest, which is slightly larger than usual due to the pregnancy. “Oh baby,” Shawn moans lips against her chest within an instant. Let’s just say that Y/N and Shawn’s whimpers, moans, and groans were heard by the neighbors until they both past out around 1:00 am from exhausting each other out.

Waking up to a quiet house is rare, so sleeping in was no issue for Shawn and Y/N. Around 9:30 am, Shawn woke up to soft snores coming from his wife, who was practically on top of him. Their intertwined legs meant he couldn’t move, but he didn't care. Being this close to his wife, without a raging 18-month old in the house felt amazing. He stares at her while she remains asleep, wondering how he got so lucky.

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Home | Shawn Mendes Fluff

This is just a short fluffy blurb and I couldn’t think of how to extend it, so i’m just gonna post it....enjoy!

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: 535

Warnings: burglary

Summary: Y/N thinks someone is breaking into Shawn’s apartment, while she is there....

Y/N walks in the front door of Shawn’s apartment at 6:04 pm. It gets dark every room now that the sun sets early. She flicks the light switch on in the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she notices that there was still leftovers from last night, so she decides to throw it in the microwave to heat up.

She is used to Shawn being away most of the time, but still hates coming home to an empty apartment. Technically she doesn’t even live there, but Shawn told her that she could stay at his place whenever she wanted. She doesn’t stay there often, but every now and then, when she is really missing Shawn, she stays over. Shawn makes a point that it’s closer to her work than her own apartment, hinting that she should stay at his place instead. He hints that they should move in together all the time, especially before he left for the European Leg of his 5th world tour. Y/N wants to, but deep down she doesn’t want to be there without him.

Shawn is due to come home tomorrow. So after dinner, Y/N throws herself into cleaning up the apartment a bit, not that it was already messy. After doing the laundry, cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen, she plops down on the couch. It’s 9:45 pm and she’s really starting to miss Shawn. Before he left for tour, they would always cuddle on the couch or in his bed, not even paying attention to the TV playing in the background. Her eyes are droopy as she lays back against the white couch. Grabbing a blanket nearby, she covers herself before falling asleep, exhausted.

It’s around 3:00 am when Y/N hears the front door close. Startled from the sound, she jumps off the couch thinking someone was about to rob Shawn’s apartment, while she is there. She grabbed the pillow next to her and slowly walked towards the kitchen trying not to make a sound. Lifting the pillow above her head as she enters the room, not even looking at who it was, she throws it right at their head. It hits the guy with a heavy thud who flinches as it hit him, and falls to the floor.

“Ow!” Shawn yelps as he turns around to face her. Realizing his girlfriend just threw a couch pillow at his head as a method of protection.

“Shawn?” Y/N says confused. “Oh my god, i’m so sorry. You’re home early, I didn’t realize it was you.” She moves closer to him.

“Did you think I was someone trying to break in?” He chuckles a bit. She only nods, noticeably blushing. “And you thought a pillow would stop a me,” he said laughing. He pulls her in for a long hug. Her arms link around his shoulders, a hand immediately threading through his messy curls.

“Welcome home,” Y/N says laughing back at him. They pulls back a back to kiss. It’s been 3 weeks since they have seen each other. Not long, but still long enough to really miss someone.

“It’s only home because you’re here,” Shawn lets out, burying his face into her neck.

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Part 2???

In the Top Drawer | Shawn Mendes Fluff

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N

Word Count: almost 2,100

Warnings: sex toys?? Summary: Best Friend! Shawn is looking for his hoodie in Y/N’s apartment and find’s something he should have…

Shawn’s phone rings in his back pocket, he already has flowers and a bag of Chinese Takeout in his hands. He shuffles the bag into the crease of him arm and grabs his phone, accepting the call.

“Hey Y/N, I’m almost there.” Shawn says into the phone, walking into the elevator of his best friend’s apartment building.

“Ugh, that’s why I’m calling. I’m still stuck in traffic.”

He can hear her stressing through the phone, “it’s okay, how long do you think it will take you? I brought dinner, and I don’t want to start eating without you.”

“No more than 10 minutes, but I’m stuck behind the slowest truck driver ever,” she tells him. “You can let yourself in, I’m sure you still have the key.”

Shawn looks down at his keys, hers is in the loop with his own house key. He grins, “yeah, I can get in.”

“Good,” Y/N says. “Oh and the hoodie you left behind is in my bedroom dresser if you want to grab it.”

The elevator dings, notifying he’s reached her floor. He exits and walks to her door. “Got it. Drive safe and I’ll see you in a few.”

“Yep, bye.” She rushes off the phone.

He slides the key into the door handle, letting himself into her apartment, shutting the door behind him. He sets the flowers and dinner down on the counter and notices her apartment is ice cold. He shivers while putting the flowers into a vase for her. He knows that her apartment is always cold, since she can’t sleep without it that way. He walks into her bedroom and goes to her dresser, reaching for the top drawer. It slides open and moves her tank tops aside to look for his hoodie, but finds something else instead.

At first, he doesn’t want to look, knowing she will kill him if he does, but he has too. In the drawer, under her tank tops is a stash of sex toys. Shawn’s eyes widen as he realizes what they are, hoodie long forgotten. From what Shawn can tell, he identifies a dildo and maybe a few vibrators, but he really doesn’t know what everything is, there is at least 6 different things there. His eyes scan the toys, wondering how long she has had them. He starts to wonder when she uses them, what she looks like when she does.

He breaks his stare with the toys when he hears the front door close, Y/N is home. He throws the tank tops back on top of the toys and shuts the drawer. He opens the second drawer and finds his hoodie. He grabs it and leaves her room.

She stands at the kitchen counter, admiring the flowers he left for her to see. He feels no need for the hoodie now. Shawn’s getting hot and bothered, so he tosses it on the couch and walks over to her in the kitchen.

“Hey stranger,” she says pulling Shawn into a hug. “Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.”

He smiles down at her, “you’re welcome.”

It’s been 3 weeks since they’ve seen each other. Shawn just came back the American leg of his 5th world tour. They miss each other tremendously while he’s away, that’s why he spends as much time as he can with her when he is home. She has been his best friend since he met her 2 years ago and to be honest, both of them have thought they wanted more from time to time.

“Should we eat?” She asks, pulling away to grab plates from the cabinet.

“Yeah,” he nods. “I got your favorite.” He pulls the containers out of the brown bag and sets them on the counter.

“Uhhhhh, you’re the best,” she groans, almost as if she were getting a relaxing massage. Shawn’s mouth dries up a bit after hearing it. She fills her plate and heads to the counter to sit down. He grabs a water out of the fridge, before piling food onto his plate and joins her.

The whole time they are eating Shawn is quiet as a mouse. Y/N notices but doesn’t say anything until they both finish their food. “Are you alright Shawn? You seem kind of quiet,” Y/N asks.

He clears his throat, “yeah I’m all good. Just a bit jet lagged.” Liar, he’s wide awake after finding her toys.

She knew he was lying instantly, but she didn’t want to stress him out even more, knowing something was already getting to him. They decide to watch some Grey’s Anatomy and have a glass of wine. Y/N gets up and goes to her room to change into more comfortable clothes. The second she is out of sight, Shawn runs to the bathroom and splashes cold water in his face. Looking at himself in the mirror and thinking, “you shouldn’t have looked in her drawer. You shouldn’t be thinking about her like that.”

To be fair, Shawn is pretty good about not showing his feelings about Y/N. Whenever they go out with their friends or just the two of them, Shawn always makes sure that she is comfortable and happy, never going home alone. There have been several nights where Shawn has slept on her couch after taking her home, just to make sure that she wouldn’t need anything. He does that every time she catches a cold too. He wonders if Y/N has ever thought about him the way he thinks about her. Probably not.

Shawn exits the bathroom and walks to the couch where Y/N is sitting. He plops down next to her and looks over. She’s in a pair of his oversized sweatpants, that he gave to her a year ago, and a white tee, her grey bra slightly visible through the fabric. He prys his eyes away from her, letting out a huff of frustration. She is too entranced with setting up Grey’s Anatomy to notice that he was looking at her like she’s dessert.

“How about this one?” She grabs his attention toward the screen.

He nods, “sure.”

Halfway through the episode, Y/N looks over at Shawn who is playing with his fingers, his wine glass resting on the coffee table still full. She knows that something is bothering him, so she obviously needs to know now. She pauses the show.

“Okay, what is going on? Something is bothering you,” she says setting her glass of wine down and turns to face him.

He adjusts himself to sit up in the couch, “nothing, Y/N. Everything is fine, I promise.”

“No it’s not. You have barely said anything all night and you’re never this quiet.” She pauses as she waits for him to say something, but nothing comes out. “Please Shawn, tell me what’s wrong. You’re making me worry that you don’t actually want to be here.”

His head snaps to face her, “that’s not it at all, hun. I just……I……” He begins to stutter a bit. “Listen, I don’t want you to be too upset with me—”

“I’m not gonna be upset, just tell me the suspense is killing me.” She laughs a bit to ease the tension.

“When…..When I went into your room to grab my hoodie, I went into the wrong drawer and I found some stuff that I shouldn’t have.”

Her eyes instantly widen and her face turns bright red, “oh my god.” Her face buries itself in her hands.

Shawn gently grabs her wrists, “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to snoop around. I was just looking for the hoodie.”

She sighs into her hands and looks up at him, “don’t apologize, I should have told you what drawer or just grabbed it for you. I meant to hide them better, ughhhhhhhh.” Her face resumes its position in her hands.

“I really am sorry Y/N. I can leave if you want –” he starts.

Her head darts up again, “no, don’t leave…….I mean unless you want to. I’m just so embarrassed.”

He shakes his head, “I don’t want to. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, I just didn’t think my best friend was going to see those.”

Shawn heart stings a bit when he hears her say ‘best friend,’ silently wishing it didn’t have to be this way. He doesn’t want her to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed around him, so he tries to ease her mind. “Well if it will make you feel any better, I really didn’t know what anything was. Like I really had no clue what I was looking at,” he chuckles a bit causing her to as well.

“Really?” she asks.

Shawn shakes his head. ‘You could show me,’ Shawn thinks to himself. Her eyebrows rise on her forehead. His eyes widen, did he really say that out loud? “Ugh, I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to say that.”

“It’s alright,” she tells him. She leans forward to grab her wine glass off the coffee table, taking a large gulp to finish it off, Shawn still staring at her.

It’s silent between them as she sets her empty glass back down on the table. Shawn worries that he overstepped and wonders what she is thinking about.

Her stare now on the paused TV screen, “are you shocked that I have those toys?”

He doesn’t move, afraid that if he does she’ll get mad. “Um…..I guess I am a bit shocked,” he lets out slowly.

“Why?” She looks at him again, but not turning her body. She looks agitated.

He doesn’t want to creep her out or make her mad. “Well, you just don’t seem like the type to be very…..kinky.”

She turns her body to face his so he continues, “I don’t really know what to tell you, I’ve never really thought about what you do in bed.” Liar, he thinks about his best friend all the time, but honestly never thought she had toys.

She looks down into her lap, playing with her fingers. “But if hypothetically you did….would you think me using toys is…….hot?”

Shawn’s mouth is dry again, shit. Was she implying that she wants him to think about her? “Hypothetically?”

She nods, barely making eye contact, her legs pulled into her chest.

He takes a deep breath, “well if hypothetically I thought about you like that…..i would think it’s more than hot. I would think it’s……sexy and erotic and raunchy.”

Her head lifts a bit as her arms wrapped around her legs. Shawn can tell that she wants to ask something else, but she’s holding back. He gets up from his current spot and moves over to her section of the couch, sitting right in front of her legs. He grabs one her hands and holds it, his thumb stroking the top of her hand.

“What if it wasn’t hypothetical?” She asks, begging to know what he’ll say.

“Do you want me to think about you? In that way?”

She nods, biting her lip.

“I do think about you Y/N, like that. But I think about you, not only your sexiness.” He finally admits, “I think about what it would be like to be with you, not in a hypothetical sense.”  

She can’t help but smile a bit, but she quickly tries to hold back, “but you said you didn’t before. Why haven’t you said anything?”

He sighs, “Y/N, you’re my best friend and I was terrified that you wouldn’t want me as more than that.”

“Was?”

“Well from where this conversation has gone it feels like you are happy about what i’ve said. Now I can tell that you want something more too,” he smiles looking into her eyes.

“You’re not worried?” Y/N asks.

“About what,” his hand squeezes hers.

“What if we don’t work?”

He shakes his head, “Don’t think like that, we will work out. If you let me be more, I promise things will only get better. We will still be best friends but we’ll also be together.”

She grins, “sorry I took so long to notice.”

They both let out a laugh, getting a bit closer to each other. Shawn’s hand that isn’t holding her hand moves to cup her face. They both lean into the kiss that they have been waiting 2 years for. Who knew it would take Shawn finding Y/N sex toys for someone to confess their feelings.

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