#Shawn mendes blurb

[mendesblurb]

We were staying in Paris

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word count:~500

A/N: The story idea and concept are classic and predictable; your girl just couldn’t help but write something inspired by this picture. Also, it’s three weeks late; better late than never? And this is my first story in 2024? 🙈 P.S. Should I write a longer and maybe some more steamy story with this picture? 🤪

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In the heart of Paris, in a hotel room with a balcony overlooking the city that served as the backdrop for a love story as it was unfolding in the early hours of dawn. You lay nestled in the warmth of the bed beside your boyfriend as your fingers intertwined with his. As the first tendrils of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Shawn stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to the soft glow of morning. 

He savoured the moment's stillness a little while before gently extricating himself from the embrace, slipping out of bed, and heading to the bathroom. The cool floor beneath his bare feet offers a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bed. He was going to return to bed, but instead, he made his way to the balcony, drawn by the promise of a tranquil morning amidst the bustling city below.

As he leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the Parisian skyline bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic in the distance, a precious sight. Lost in thought, he reached for a cigarette, the flame casting a flickering glow on his face as he took a contemplative drag.

Unbeknownst to him, you had stirred awake in his absence, your gaze lingering on the spot where he had once laid.

There you were, quietly making your way to the balcony, and you found him lost in reverie with the smoke curling around him like a halo in the morning light. With a soft throat clearing, you announced your presence, a playful glint dancing in your eyes.

"Good morning, stranger," You greeted, voice laced with amusement as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

A little startled, he turned to find you standing before him, a radiant smile lighting up her features as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Good morning, ma chÃrie," He greeted back before discarding his cigarette and nestling closer. It didn’t take long for his eyes to linger around you, and eventually falling upon the shirt you were wearing, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his gaze, “I believe that’s my shirt.” 

"Oh yeah, I hope you don't mind," You began, fingers tracing the fabric of the shirt, "I may have borrowed this from you,” You continued slyly as your lips curled into a grin as he took in the sight of you wearing his shirt, the fabric draping over your frame in a way that seemed almost too perfect.

"Shirt stealer," he remarked, his voice tinged with sincerity as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Moments later, as the sun continued its ascent, casting a golden glow over the city, you both remained on the balcony, lost in each other's embrace and the beauty of the Parisian sunrise. 

"By the way, I'm never returning this shirt,” You added, breaking the silence with a mischievous grin. 

In response, Shawn just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection, “Thank you for letting me know," he replied, pulling  you closer than before, “But It looks better on you anyway."

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[shawnpetermuffins]

[shawnsturns]

SMUT!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ.

I sit on the bed in the guest room across from Shawn's room and his friends rooms down the corridor at 1am, watching TikTok on my phone. I have so much horny shit on my for you page of Shawn right now and not gonna lie it turns me kinda on.

I watch another 10 minutes and have enough of it. There are so many edits. I’m so horny now. I can’t help it. I don’t want to masturbate though I just wanna hear this sounds from a boy right now. And there I am, standing in front of Shawn’s door. I don‘t know why I’m even here. We’re only friends but I never was this horny in my life. I knock on the door, hoping he’s awake. I only here a „yeah?“ and open the door.

He watches up from his phone, into my eyes. He sits on the edge of the bed, phone in his hand and purple LED‘s on. I just stand in the door, looking at him.

„What do you want at 1am?“ he chuckled slightly. I go over to him, so I’m standing right in front of his face. He looks up at me, confused. „What are you-“ „stay still.“ I cut him off and go on my knees unbutton his pants. „doing..“ he ends his sentence after he realises what I’m going to do and slightly spreads his legs for me. Before he could say something, I shove his pants down and his boxers follow. Honestly his dick is bigger than I thought. He’s half-hard now, so I go up to his face, looking him in the eyes. With wide eyes he looks at me, still don’t know why I’m doing this. „I-uhm-“ he doesn’t know what he should say. I go to his neck, sucking on him.

He lets out a quiet gasp, turning me on a little more. I go to his earlobe, licking and sucking on it too. He slightly whimpers at that, cuts it off by clearing his throat. ‚okay, that’s what he likes’ I thought. I give his earlobe one last suck, then going down to his dick again, what is fully hard now.

I give it a small lick, making him gasp louder. Without warning, I take his whole length in my mouth, making him moan. „Fuck y/n..“ i go up again, putting my tongue in his slit. He whimpers and tugs his hand in my hair. I go down again, and he tightens the grip on my hair, making me groan slightly. I give him a few more sucks, hands on his thighs. He is moaning louder now, giving me the hint he’s close. „F-fu-uck, please. You’re so good at this” he tried not to let out a whimper during the sentence. He’s so close now, pre-cum already all over my tongue.

I swallow it, making my throat tighten, and he groans at that. He moves his hips up, trying to put more of him in my mouth even if I already have his whole length in my throat. “Fuck! I’m gonna-“ he cuts himself off. I go off of his dick “you gonna what? Tell me.” He looks down at me. He looks so good in this angle oh god. “I-I can’t.“ he has a red face, embarrassed to say it. I stroke him with my hand slowly, making him throw his head back and whimper. „You’re not gonna cum until you say it.“

„Shit. I- I’m gonna - cum. I’m gonna cum for you.“ he finally says. „good boy.” I tell him before I put my mouth around him again. He moans a little louder that he should at this. His roommates are at home but I think he doesn’t care at all right now. He moaned a few more times, god I can hear this sounds all the time. “mmmhh that feels good..” “I’m gonna cum.. oh my god” he gasps. I go down again, and he shoots his load in my mouth, making me moan because of his taste. Oh, the flavour of him tastes so fucking good. He whines moans and gasps when he comes. I love his sounds. I slowly go off of his dick, making him whine one more time. I stand up and go to his face. Without warning I smash my lips into his. He’s shocked at first but then kisses me back.

I put my tongue in when he slightly opens his mouth. He moans when I put my tongue deeper in his mouth. I moan back, then break the kiss. He then opens his eyes and looks at me a little embarrassed. „Like the taste of you?“ I smirk at him and he nods slightly. „I'm gonna go back to my room, good night“ I say and smile at him. „Goodnight“ he said and smiled back. I go out of his room, back into the guest room. God, how I loved the sounds he made. We’re still friends and I don‘t know what will happen in the morning, if it will be embarrassing, but I don’t care right now. We will see.

this is so bad my apologies honestly i cannot write fanfics

[itsamendesmadness]

Thinking of you

Shawn Mendes x Female reader 

Summary: The reader receives a gift from Shawn while he is away on a guy's trip. 

Warning(s):  SEX TOYS MASTURBATION 

a/n: I had so much fun writing this piece. I think it's my best work so far. Remember to reblog if you want to see more stuff like this. Don’t be afraid to comment. 🫶✨

The constant ringing of your phone wakes you up. You disconnect it from its charger and roll to the other side of the bed. You have two missed calls from Shawn and decide to call him back. Just in case something happened. 

*Phone rings*

“Good. You’re awake” a brisk voice answers the phone. Causing you to instantly blush of how excited he sounded just to hear back from you. “Hey babe, is everything alright?” you respond to the cheerful guy. “Yes. Everything is alright. I just got a little anxious going into the airport, but I felt better when Mike arrived.” You could tell he was trying to mask how anxious he really got. “Airports are anxiety inducing. I totally get it.” you say trying to validate his feelings. “Yeah. Thank you, y/n. Anyways, I ordered a little something for you. It should be at the door any minute now.” he says. “Mmm… I wonder what it could be.” you respond jokingly. 

After a little while of talking on the phone with Shawn. You get an alert on your phone from the outdoor security camera detecting movement. “It's here” you tell Shawn who is still on the phone with you. You proceed to put him on speaker and head to the door. When you opened it you didn't expect what you were seeing. It was a picnic basket with a bouquet of red carnations wrapped in brown kraft paper. Inside laid a beautiful plate of chocolate waffles with strawberries on top and just beside it there was a small pink bag with sparkly tissue paper. 

You struggle getting the basket inside without it tumbling to the ground. Shawn is laughing at the sound of you grunting trying to lift the basket onto the kitchen counter. “Babe, stop laughing. If you make me laugh my arms get even more weak.” you comment laughing. “I’ll stop. Damn… I really miss you.” you could tell he was telling the truth from the change in his tone. “Do you see a little bag?” he asks. “Yes. I am opening it now.” The tissue paper ruffles as you take it out of the bag revealing the inside. “Omg! Shawn!” you scream. 

You take the item out. You feel your face getting instantly red. “I wish I could see your face right now.” He responds playfully. You’ve never owned a toy before of any shape or form…not even vibrating panties. Well, there is clearly a first time for everything. 

“Umm… Should I put them on?” you ask him nervously. “Yes, but first I am switching to FaceTime.” The phone rings changing into FaceTime. You answer the phone and place it leaning on a vase in your kitchen counter. This way Shawn could get a good view of everything. The black laced fabric tickles your soft skin as you put them on. “Oh- they look so good on you.” he says as he comes into view. His hands flew to rest on his head. “I love how you look with just a top and panties.” he says, biting his lip. 

You feel so good when he talks that way about you. You love when he reassures you. 

“Doesn't this need a remote?” you ask him. “Yes, I have it…It’s an app on my phone so I can control it at anytime, anywhere. Saying this, I want you to wear them all day.”  he responds with a smirk on his face. “You are so bad” you respond. “Look, I have to go now, but please don’t take them off, okay?” he says. “Okay. Bye. I love you” you respond. “I love you.” he says as he hangs up. 

The fact of having to wear this all day knowing that it could go off at any given moment gave you massive anxiety. You needed to get some stuff done for the apartment before Shawn came back from the guy’s trip, so you went to the grocery store. You threw on some sweatpants and one of his baggy white shirts to try and disguise the fact that there is a bullet sized vibrator inside your panties.  

Arriving at the grocery store everything is running smoothly. He still hasn't activated it. At this point you thought it was all a joke and he really wasn't going to do anything. He probably wanted you to die of anticipation or embarrassment. You proceed to cross things off your list. This was going to take a while because you took the shopping cart with the bad wheel. Every movement you made a squeak followed.

 You found yourself at the cereal aisle when a subtle buzz started coming from your pants. “Oh- fuck.” you said out loud. The old lady next to you stared at you with a serious face. “These prices are crazy right?” you said to her trying to hide that your man was having a field day in your pants. Shawn was going crazy with the buttons, alternating from slow to fast. You can’t deny it felt so good, but this can’t be happening right now. Not at the grocery store. You grab the cereal and sprint to the cash register to pay for the few items you crossed off. 

Luckily there weren't a lot of people in line. You crossed your legs and acted like you really needed to pee. Hopefully, this would help you distract yourself. 

You finally paid for everything, grabbed the bags and fast walked to your car. “God. Fuck.” you screamed getting into your car. You rested your head on the steering wheel to hide your face from the people walking up and down the parking lot as you came in your panties. “Wtf?!” you said laughing. You grabbed your phone to text Shawn.

Phone messages read:

Shawn: How was it? 

y/n: I came in my car at the grocery store parking lot. 

Shawn: Baby, you are so bad. 

y/n: Shut up! I love you.

[thisbipuff-isaswiftie]

Hi!!

I want to request a Shawn angst imagine, please.

Something about sylvie or someone from his team talking about the reader behind her/they back and she/they feeling angry and telling shawn but he didn't believe it and having a fight but then he heard them talking bad about the reader again and trying to apologize, you decide if the end.

Only if you're comfortable to do it, love the work! Keep going!

Thanks for the request, honey!!!!!

I'm sorry if this is not that good, but I really hope u like it~

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Big Deal | Shawn Mendes

Warning: Angst, fights, cursing.

Containing: boyfriend!Shawn, girlfriend!reader, Jerk!Shawn, Artist!Reader

pairing: You and shawn mendes

You loved Shawn so much. You have been his girlfriend for 19 months now and now as you remembered how you had met, you laughed hysterically. You met him at an art exhibition, where he came, disguised in a black hoodie, a cap, and a mask. You had run into him while staring at the paintings on the wall, and almost screamed when you saw him like that. At first, you thought he was a thief or something, and seeing you freak out, he thought you had recognized him. So he had quickly pulled you aside and made you calm down.

You remembered the way you were so confused when he said that you knew who he was and he begged you to not tell anybody. But seeing your confused face, he pulled down his mask-making your mouth shut and your eyes wide. Honestly, you weren't a big fan of him back at that time, you never liked pop so you never even knew him as such. But you had heard of him from your friends and knew very well just who he was and why he had pulled you aside. When you had figured out just what had happened and the misunderstanding, you laughed out loud. Too loud.

He had raised his eyebrows and stared at you as you held your stomach as you laughed, which you knew was a not-so-beautiful sight. "What? Are you those insane kinds?" He had asked to which you stopped laughing and shook your head, looking at him disapprovingly. He didn't have a right to call people insane or judge them like that. So you gave him a piece of your mind and left him staring at you like an antelope in headlights. When you were looking at a mind-blowing piece of painting, he stood beside you, his disguise intact. He had said something clever and cocky and then after a small pause, apologized to you. You smiled at his sweet apology and the small smile he had delivered you. You were suddenly feeling this weird feeling in your chest.

And well, that's when you started hanging out more. After two coffees, a walk to the library, and a guitar session he had finally kissed you and asked you out. You were so happy, and till now everything was going great.

Well now...

You were a bit concerned about Shawn. He had been a bit distant and had canceled your last three dates. You already knew the obstacles that were going to come along with dating a celebrity such as him. You knew he was busy with his album and he had been getting a lot of hate, and you understood that he needed space. But you just wanted him to know that you were there for him.

You were waiting for him at your home, watching another episode of B99, and drinking coffee. When you heard the door opening, your head quickly turned, and you got up, slowly walking towards the door. There he was, your Shawn, coming in hanging his keys and hanging his coat. He looked so exhausted.

You sighed and walked towards him, taking his face in your hands as a yawn came across his lips. He quickly shook it off as he felt your soft hands caressing his cheeks. "Oh hi." He said and gave you a lop-sided and a sleepy smile. "You're still awake?" He said, his brows scrunching. You chuckled softly and brought his face towards yours and gave him a peck. "I missed you," You said softly, "and I hadn't seen you in a few days."

"What?" He said, his voice laced with a bit of aggravation. "We just had breakfast yesterday, together." You sighed a bit and stepped away from me. "You know what I mean,"

"No I don't!"

"Well, a bite of toast, a kiss to my forehead, and telling me you're going to be late and getting out of the house in less than 30 seconds, when I made bacon and pancakes for you is not having breakfast together."

Shawn groaned and stormed off, making your blood boil. You breathed in sharply and walked after him, "What the hell Shawn!?" Shawn rolled his eyes and plopped down on your couch, a small smirk passing his face for a second when he heard the title track of B99 playing on the TV. "You can't just walk away like that!"

"Well, guess what? I did!"

Your teeth gritted and you gave him a murderous look. You didn't like how Shawn was behaving with you, this is not how he acted with you. And you hated it. Didn't he realize that he was hurting you? "You know what? Fuck you." You stormed off to your bedroom, and took his pillow and his quilt and threw it across the room in the hall. "HEY!" You slammed the bedroom door and groaned out loudly.

You did not plan your night to go this way.

You sat on the bed, looking at the light that came from the living room through the small space between the door and the floor.

You sighed, your chest thudding loudly. Hugging your knees close to your chest, and you let out a shuddering breath, as a tear fell from your eye. You shook your head at your ridiculousness, and wiped your tear. It was confusing to you why you were being so emotional over this fight. It seemed small, didn't it?

But it wasn't.

This wasn't how you wanted your fights to go, fights that would lead you both to drift apart, and eventually, your relationship would fall apart...

The thoughts made you feel that your heart was being pulled apart. You looked at the light that escaped the small gap. Why did your relationship suddenly feel like that? Darkness had surrounded you, and the escaped light was really close but too far away to engulf you into happiness again. That light was Shawn. And it was almost as if he had forgotten to engulf you. And it was slowly killing you.

Before you know it, sleep had consumed you, with those burning thoughts still fresh in your mind.

.....

"Hey, honey."

You hugged your coat over your chest and spared Shawn a glance. You had woken up to a cold and empty bed, disappointing you. You didn't think Shawn would stretch it till the morning. That was until you smelled the sweet scent of maple syrup and pancakes. Realizing Shawn's plan to lure you into forgiving him, you rolled your eyes. If he thought that pancakes was going to make you ease up, then he was miserably mistaken.

He knew that you never liked fights left like this, with so much tension in the air that it pressured your heart. He knew that you preferred to talk it out and apologize to each other, and not leave it just like that. You had sighed and got up, freshened up.

You heard Shawn sigh and groan slightly as you went through your mail. You saw one addressed to Shawn. You looked up, looking at the creases on Shawn's forehead. "You have mail." You said, monotonously. You walked towards him, and he looked at you hopefully.

But you didn't give in, not just yet. You were too angry at him but didn't want to give him attention. You still wanted to hit him and scream at him because of last night and what he made you feel. And yeah, you also wanted to get the argument over with and just hug him. But you didn't.

Shawn didn't know if he was right or if he was wrong. What he did was fully flawed, and he didn't realize it. You had always been a bit touchy. It was your way of receiving and giving love. Through physical touch. Unfortunately, it was one of your insecurities as well. You had been brushed off as annoying so many times because of your habits, it hurt you. So you had given Shawn a warning, no let me scratch that. So many warnings.

This fight wasn't exactly related to that, but it still made the insecurities and that same unsafe or lets say, not belonging feeling around you.

Shawn hadn't forgotten that, but he wasn't sure if it was exactly his fault. I mean, you did know how busy he gets. So after a busy day, he might want a bit space, didn't he?

But he didn't want this fight to last this long, either. He was keeping a party at their house, tomorrow night. He didn't want anybody to talk about your relationship or its problems. He didn't want anything new to stir up. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

You looked up, your expression was something he couldn't decipher.

"I'm sorry." He said, loud and clear. "It was wrong of me, what I did last night. And I know I have been bailing on you for a long time, and you have been so understanding. I'm sorry,"

You nodded at him. "Just don't do it again." You said, gently. Shawn didn't really understand why your voice sounded so afraid. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

"Anyway," Shawn smiled at you and brought up two plates of hot pancakes. "I'm keeping a party tomorrow night, if that's alright with you?" You smiled at him. "Yeah, no problem. Who's coming?"

"You know the usual, the team. Niall, Taylor etc. We wanted to celebrate all the work we've done for the new album."

"Ooh, when are you releasing it?"

"Next month. It's not completed it, but we're very proud of what it has become until now." You looked at him with a proud expression. You were so happy for him. You loved how hard-working he was.

"Okay then," You smiled at him. "You going to the studio, now?" He nodded, "I'll be back by 8. We can binge B99 if you want. Or maybe watch Avengers, since you're so fond of Tom Hiddleston," You giggled and blushed. "And RDJ." You pointed out, and he scoffed, smiling.

He kissed your forehead as you both finished your breakfast, and took your plates putting them in the dishwasher.

After getting ready, he went out the door, giving you your goodbyes and kisses. Still as he stepped out the door, you felt disappointment arousing in the pit of your stomach.

.....

You looked at yourself in the mirror and stared at your outfit. You smiled and adored the slight foxy eyeshadow you had done. You took a deep breath and stepped outside your bedroom door. The party music was roaring down, and you slowly stepped down the stairs. As you stepped onto the second last step, you tried to find Shawn, and spotted him having a drink with two of his friends from the team. You smiled at him as he stared at you. You walked towards him, and noticed him still staring at you. "What?" You asked. "Does this not look good?" You turned your waist, "Should I change?" But he just grinned at you, and pulled in for a kiss.

He left you breathless and smiled at you. "You look fucking stunning, honey."

You blushed under his gaze and hid your face in his chest as it rumbled because of his chuckles. "Such lovebirds." Someone muttered and you looked up to see Niall. "Niall!!" You squeaked and hugged him. "How are you?"

"Perfect, love." He said and smiled at how you had wrapped your hands around his waist. "How are you both?" He asked cheekily.

"Same." Shawn said and kissed your cheek.

"I'm glad."

You looked around and sighed at the crowd. As much as you were proud of Shawn and no matter how many launch parties you go to with him, you never get used to the crowd. It gets overwhelming and makes you anxious. That's why you never actually like coming to these parties yet you did, only for Shawn. You tried not to always stick to him, but always made sure that he was in your eye sight, to make you feel calm and safe.

If he wasn't, then you would look for Niall, Taylor, or one of the other people with whom you were really good friends.

But mostly, it was Shawn.

You were thirsty and wanted to get a drink, so you went to the bar, promising Shawn to meet him at the dance floor.

But when you came back, he wasn't there. You couldn't find him. You looked around the crowd but couldn't spot him. When you looked back at the bar, you saw him with one of his team members. You recognized her immediately. Sylvie.

She had helped Shawn a lot, and you appreciated her for that. But sometimes you felt that maybe she didn't really like you, you tried to tell Shawn but he dismissed you, saying that you're being paranoid and that you haven't just spent that much time.

You sighed as you walked over to him.

"Shawn!" He looked back and saw you. He smiled at you and waved you to come over. You walked towards him with relief on your face. You got close to him and wrapped your arm around his. "Sylvie! How are you?" You asked politely. She smiled grimly, not so excited to see you, and replied, "Great! We're just waiting for the album to be complete and released, aren't we?" She smiled at Shawn and rubbed his arm. You felt extremely uncomfortable as you saw he look at Shawn like that. Your insecurities got up. "I'm so proud of you guys!"

"Yeah, I'm sure you are." She mumbled and scoffed. "Did you say something?" You asked her but Shawn squeezed your hand. "Weren't we going to the dance floor? I'm sorry Sylvie, we'll see you later." He said and smiled at her. She nodded and he grabbed you and you both walked towards the dance floor. "That wasn't polite, Shawn."

"I know."

You both danced calmly into each other's arms. "Shawn, was it just me, or was she rolling her eyes at me?"

He mumbled something under his breath and then looked back at you. "No, sweetheart. She is just in a bad mood, her boyfriend and she got into a fight before coming here." You nodded. You looked up at him and sighed as you saw his beautiful brown eyes.

You sighed and kept your head on his chest as you both swayed from side to side to the soft rhythm of the music. "I love you." You whispered gently as comfort laced you both like a graceful ribbon. Shawn kissed your forehead, his lips lingering over the crown of your head. "I love you the most.." He breathed, as the scent of your hair reached him. His eyes fluttered shut and he pulled you even close, If that was possible.

You took deep breaths as you found yourself finally in your beloved's arms. It was rare. Very rare. And you wanted to make the most out of this moment. An unsettling feeling had rested in your chest, that any moment this is going to be ripped from you. He is going to be ripped apart from you. And you will be crushed again.

You entwined your hand into his' as the music ended and he was obliged to go and meet more guests. He gave you an apologetic smile, but you weren't going to leave him. You went along with him even if exhaustion had taken over your legs. You felt so much safer with him. His cheering voice always comforted you, it kept your anxiety at bay.

You both walked towards the bar again. You smiled at him and left his hand. You wanted to pee. So you stepped across but as soon as you closed your stall, some voices started speaking. Familiar voices.

"I mean did you see her tonight?"

"mhmm."

"Fuckin whore, can't even dress properly."

You tried to restrain your gasp as you recognized the voice. Sylvie.

"Poor Shawn, he must've had to deal with her."

"I know right? She's so useless. Always clinging to him like a puppy."

"She's only with him for clout. Clingy bitch."

"God, Shawn deserves so much better."

"Someone like you, Sylvie?"

"Oh shut up." She giggled. "Maybe."

Your blood boiled as you heard all those words, but your heart ached. Tears started to spill out of your eyes as you tried to keep your breath calm. Shawn deserves so much better. Was it true? Were you that clingy?

You heard the door close shut and that's when you broke down. Tears started to pour down your eyes, rolling down your cheeks. You held your forearms as your chest shuddered at thought of Shawn leaving you. You tried to keep your cries in but your ears started to hurt and your throat started to dry as you gasped for breath.

Your head was aching and your dress felt too tight now. Why was this happening to you? You wanted to yell for Shawn but then you thought about you being a burden to him.

And besides, you looked like a fucking disaster. You didn't want to ruin Shawn's rep like that.

.....

Shawn was a bit frustrated with you. You still doubted Sylvie, and it bothered him. She was such a sweet person and a great colleague. Why did you always seem to dislike her? It always annoyed him- you trying to point out some imaginary things about her. Sylvie was rolling her eyes at me; she was giving me a weird look; I think she doesn't like me; Your complaints were endless.

Niall furrowed his eyebrows at the crowd, and then looked back towards Shawn. "Shawn?" Shawn stirred his drink. "Yeah?"

"Where's Y/n?"

"Bathroom. Why?"

"Don't you think its been a long time?"

"Um-"

"Shawn you know what happens during these parties don't you?"

"Yes but-"

"Shawn go check on her or I will burst into the girl's washroom and sing Stitches."

"Ok, ok! Fine." Shawn breathed and looked around the crowd again. He breathed when he realized it had been a long time since you came. He got up and walked through the crowd, just to make sure that you weren't locked in the crowd. But you were nowhere to be seen. Shawn's heart rate started to increase. He was marching up to the ladies washroom.

Just as he went forward, trying not to bump into more drunk people- Shawn halted as a person came right in front of him. "Hi, Shawn~" He looked down to see Sylvie standing with a drink in her hand, a giddy expression on her face. "How are you?" She asked in a squeaky voice. She caressed his shoulder, going to his bicep. But Shawn was in a hurry to even process what she was doing.

"Sylvie-"

"Oh, I love it when you say my name." She said, breathily. Shawn gave her a weird look and then looked at the washrooms, they seemed so far away. "Sylvie, I have to go-"

"No please wait-" She held onto his hand. But Shawn twisted his hand out of her grasp and ran out of there. He burst into the washroom and heard small gasps and soft sobs. Shawn's heart broke; He took quick steps toward the stall and knocked. He heard a sharp gasp-- "Y/n? Honey?"

"Hello?" You squeaked out, keeping a small hope that it wasn't Shawn. "Sweetie, please open the door. For me?" You sighed and your breath shuddered. It was undoubtedly him. This was perfect- you felt even worse. You couldn't hide and you didn't have a mirror to fix yourself.

You wanted to dig a hole and die.

But you didn't have a choice now. Shawn looked up as the door clicked and you stepped out. Shawn cupped your face and studied it- you were an absolute mess.

"Shawn-"

Shawn shushed you and wiped the tears on your cheeks and kissed the red skin right under your eyes. You shivered as his cold lips touched your cheeks, and you closed your eyes as he pulled away.

"Why were you crying?" He asked directly. And you looked at the ground- You really didn't want to tell him, and lying wasn't an option because he could tell your tell on your fourth date. "Um,

I was in the stall- when some girls came into the bathroom. They started to talk- and um," You looked around uncomfortably. "I realized it was Sylvie and her friends. They said some things about me."

Shawn raised his eyebrows, "oh? What kind of things?"

"She called me a whore, and said that I was a clingy bitch and never left your side. She said that you must be," you took a deep breath. "Miserable with me." Shawn ran his hands through his hair. He couldn't believe that Sylvie would say this.

He couldn't believe that you were making these accusations.

"Are you sure it was her?" He asked. You furrowed your eyebrows. "Of course, I recognized her voice."

"But you didn't see her, did you?"

"Shawn-"

"No! Why did you always try to convince me that Sylvie hates you?"

You were completely taken back. How could he ask you this?

"You always try to tell me how bad she is-"

"I never told you that!" You shouted.

"But weren't you trying to? Weren't you? Why do you dislike her? She is one of the sweetest people I have ever met- can't you at least try to like her? At least to support me! I mean you have been nothing but unsupportive recently!" He spat at you. Your blood boiled as you heard his words. Unsupportive? "And that you bring Sylvie into all of this? God, y/n."

"Unsupportive?" You breathed. "Did you just call me unsupportive? How could you- I've always been supportive of you! I never complained when you come home so late and never texted me- I never got angry at you when you would ignore me- I always supported you through your tantrums-"

"What the fuck do you mean??"

"I'm your fucking girlfriend Shawn! I'm not your punching bag or your booty call! That whenever you want me I'll be there for you~ But it's not the way around. I always understand that your career can't always make you available, but I can't always be like this! I can't take it anymore!"

"And the fact that you don't believe me and don't fucking trust me is just-"

"God, you're such an ordinary girl," he mumbled under his breath. You looked at him, betrayal laced in your eyes. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" You asked him quietly. "You're such an ordinary girl!"

You were taken aback by his statement. An ordinary girl?

But you stayed quiet, that was your harshest answer. You were exhausted. You were tired by his actions, his expectations, and what you have faced. You couldn't do it anymore.

"If you can't handle this ordinary girl, then maybe you shouldn't be with her." You said with unshed tears in your eyes. "Maybe you should be with someone like Sylvie."

"It will be easy. She wants to be with you anyway." You said.

"What the fuck do you mean?"

You just shook your head and got out of there.

.....

Shawn was aggravated, how could you accuse Sylvie of saying such things? Shawn stormed off from the washroom after you did. His head wasn't straight at the time. Anger and frustration was running through his veins like poison. And what did you mean by that last thing you said?

"She wants to be with you anyway."

Alcohol was affecting his mind as the echo of your words ran through his ears. His head was getting dizzy. Shawn looked at the crowd and didn't find you. He panicked for awhile then remembered that you must've gone back home. Shawn wanted to ease off tonight, he had been working hard week after week. So many sleepless nights without you in his arms and he missed you so much.

But all of those sleepless nights had caught up on him and he just wanted to rest when he came back home. He didn't expect to get into that fight with you- and all that anger just wanted to be vented off.

So well, maybe Shawn realized that he had acted a bit inconsiderate.

And maybe cruel.

But she would forgive him wouldn't she?

Shawn somehow got engulfed in the crowd and was getting bumped constantly by the dancing cluster of people. He heard weird voices and someone very familiar trying to talk to him. "Shawn, buddy? Where is y/n? Are you okay?"

Shawn dismissed them and tried dancing off. Suddenly, he got pulled by someone and they started dancing with him. "Hey, Shawn." He heard someone say flirtatiously. He felt his cheeks being caressed. "Sylvie?"

"Hi silly, come on dance with me!" She said and took Shawn's hands and placed it them on her waist. "What are you doing?" Shawn asked, drunkenly. "Dancing with you, sweetie." She whispered in his ear. Shawn felt disgusted but he couldn't tell her that. He didn't want to dance with her, he wanted to dance with you. "Wait, Sylvie- I need to find y/n."

But she kept a hold on his hands. "Why? I'm here, aren't I? Anyway she left you alone." She said bitterly. "What do you mean? We just had a fight- and she said some bizarre things."

"She thought that you wanted to be with me! That's so absurd. You don't like me do you?"

Sylvie stayed silent which made Shawn panic. "Sylvi-"

She pulled him closer and whispered against his lips. "What if I do?"

Suddenly Shawn's new song started playing. It was supposed to be a surprise for you.

i wonder if you're real

Do i speak the truth or do i filter how i feel?

I wonder, wouldn't it be nice

To live inside a world that isn't black and white?

Shawn felt Sylvie's cold lips against the corner of his mouth and his whole body filled with disgust and shame. It felt wrong. It felt so wrong.

He wrote this song for you, he wanted to dance on this song with you. But you weren't here and it was all his fault. He hated himself because these words were written for you, were supposed be adored by you right now. Yet they were getting betrayed.

His heart shattered as he realized what was happening. His mind sobered up and he pushed Sylvie away with utter horror. He ran away to find you. Hoping you were home.

You weren't though.

You were walking down the quiet streets, getting drenched in rain. Tears were pouring down your face. You were so thankful that because of the rain nobody could distinguish whether the drops of water on your face were either raindrops or salty tears.

In the middle of this rain, that once you would've called so beautiful, your heart had been crushed and now fear had built. Was this the end? Were you and Shawn over?

You didn't want to think of that. But how could you not? He had totally disregarded you, over and over again. And you realized that a half-assed apology wouldn't work this time. You loved him so much.

Oh, you loved him dearly, but you had dignity and self-respect. And you were not going to let Shawn's cruel actions and your love for him to get between your self-dignity.

You sat down on one of the benches. Your sobbing wasn't stopping and you had given up now. You looked up and glanced around- The streetlights were lit, rain was dancing on the ground, and everything else was quiet.

You would've loved this. It would've been so romantic- but right now you felt empty.

Suddenly, you heard panting. Your eyes widened and you tried not to be frantic. What was it? A wild dog? "Thank god, I couldn't find you anywhere."

Your throat tightened. Shawn.

"That was the motive, Shawn." You said coldly. You didn't want to look at him. So you didn't realize that even he was crying.

"Please look at me, baby."

"What do you want?"

"You, back. Please." You stayed silent. "Love, I- When you left I got drunker and Sylvie danced with me. She-She tried to kiss me-"

Your eyes filled with tears once again. "I- You were right, baby. When she tried to kiss me, my song started to play. A new song, that I wrote for you- I didn't realize that I was hurting you and then I realized that I couldn't lose you. Those words, that-that music was composed for you, and all I wanted was you there, to be with me, in my arms to dance to that song. You're all I ever wanted, a-and I'm so sorry that I have been a total jerk to you, and I understand that you have been so patient with me and I have been taking you for granted."

"Glad you realized that."

"I'm so sorry, honey. Please give me another chance."

You stayed quiet. What he said melted your heart but you were stronger than that. You took in a deep breath albeit shaky. Restraining yourself from crying you got up, your knees weak. "Shawn, I-"

"I cannot forgive you." And because of the silence, both of your hearts shattering were audibly clear. "Just yet."

"I need time, Shawn. What you did- You didn't trust me! Your own girlfriend. I cannot forgive you just yet, and neither can I make myself trust you again. Not just like that. If you expected me to come back into your arms instantly then you were mistaken, Shawn." You said softly.

"I need time to think. And its better for now if you don't contact me for a few days." You slowly turned around. "It's best if you go back. Please take care of yourself." You said and walked away with a heavy heart.

Shawn watched as you walked away. He knew the damage he had done. He loved you so much, and he wasn't strong enough to pay the price. To stay away from you.

But he had to.

__________________________________

Thanks to-

@academiaghosts

who wanted to be tagged in every one of my fics!

[violetsandfluff]

Lucid Dreaming

a/n: I’m soooo sorry this has taken forever! I hope you’re still around

wc: 1.4k

The line between friends and acquaintances was always foggy. At what point did someone go from being a casual encounter to a bosom friend? Some people seem to radiate a type of energy immediately recognizable as “friend energy,” and Shawn was one of those people for you. His gorgeous smile and contagious laugh made him enjoyable to be around, you couldn’t help it. Even if you had only met him briefly here and there, you couldn’t help but refer to him as your friend behind closed doors.

Everyone around him loved him, understandably, and it wasn’t as if they could prevent it. He was unconditionally outgoing, always ready to listen or laugh. When he talked to you, he made eye contact like you were the only thing in the world. He never failed to make you feel special, but then again, he treated everyone like that. Occasionally, (more often than not), it made you jealous to see him with anyone else but he hardly knew you. What could you expect?

“Someone’s jealous,” your best friend would tease whenever she caught you staring at him forlornly, eyes green with envy.

“I’m not jealous,” you would protest. “I don’t even know him.”

It was true that you had only been on the receiving end of his undying attention a handful of times, but you felt like the entire world rested on those moments. He haunted your dreams with his gorgeous honey-brown eyes and adorable curls, his rosy cheeks, and his uplifting, luminous smile. His lush pink lips always accompanied these dreams, along with his pearly teeth, perfectly defined abs, and smooth, able hands, which had a habit of snaking up your thighs when you least expected them.

Occasionally, he managed to lose his illustrious demeanor in your dreams, appearing as either a frat boy or an affectionate boyfriend, but he was the same Shawn both ways, the one you barely knew, yet couldn’t live without.

Almost as a survival instinct, your dreams began coming true.

One day, you ran into him at a grocery store. Miraculously, you ended up behind him in line, close enough to smell the faint, masculine scent etched into the air. He was dressed in skinny black jeans and a simple white t-shirt, accentuating his broad back and muscular shoulders. His hair was arranged in a perfect mass of curls atop his head, and you couldn’t help but admire it… until he turned around to meet you.

His dark eyebrows raised in surprise as he recognized you, and you couldn’t pull your skittish eyes from his warm, welcoming ones. Just as he opened his mouth to speak to you, the woman in front of him in line finished checking out. He turned away without a word and, once you had finished checking out, he was gone.

He was such a curse. The mere thought of him plagued your mind, making it all but impossible to concentrate on anything. Any encounter with him had you fucked for weeks; dreaming about him at night, during the day, and every moment in between.

One night, you dreamed about seeing him at the beach.

The ocean spanned endlessly before you, wafting its warm, salty breeze toward you tantalizingly. You were alone, dressed in an emerald green swimsuit that accentuated your body perfectly. A layer of sunscreen on top of your newly-tanned skin made you glow in the sunlight. Your hair was tossed carelessly into a messy bun atop your head, along with a pair of sunglasses you didn’t plan on wearing.

You laid your towel down on the sand a few yards away from the beach access and assessed your surroundings. A large group of people was congregated about waist-deep in the water, but one man, in particular, caught your attention. He was tall and muscular, his back tanned by the sun, and his helmet of curls dripping wet with saltwater.

Part of you wanted to believe this someone was Shawn. As nonchalantly as you could, you began creeping slowly closer, pretending to snap pictures of the horizon as you waded into the crystal-clear waters.

A water fight broke out among the group, and the man ducked towards you, laughing, to escape a blow from a beer can now filled with water. Your breath caught in your throat as you caught a glimpse of his face, but you couldn’t tell whether or not it was him.

He visibly noticed you, his hazel eyes fixed on you, and your heart caught in your throat. As soon as it started, however, his attention returned to the water fight.

Another night, you dreamed that you met him, suddenly an attractive bartender, at a club. And yet another night, he brought you home with him from the same club. He laid you in his bed beside him for the night, lying down himself as far away from you as he could to give you respectful space.

Before he knew it, however, you were in his arms with your face buried in his bare chest as you breathed in his scent and traced the contour of his arms, which laid in stark tan contrast against the immaculate white sheets. Your fingers roamed his unclothed upper body, tracing his intricate tattoos meticulously while he fussed over your hair.

“You can’t go to sleep with it down,” he reasoned as you fought his arms in order to trace his guitar skyline tattoo. “It’ll get all tangled and knotty. If you’ll let me braid it, it’ll be smooth and wavy when you wake up. It won’t take forever, I promise.”

“Can you do it later?” you bargained as your hands ventured to his pecs once more to feel the hard muscles move beneath your palms as he rolled over to face you.

“It’s past midnight already, darling. Don’t you think sleep should be a priority?”

“No,” you stated blankly, mulling the situation over in your head before adding, “but I will let you braid my hair.”

Shawn’s fingers made quick work of weaving your hair into two broad French braids. He admired his work once he was done.

“It’s about bedtime now, don’t you think?” he asked sheepishly, to your dismay.

“Please, let me finish tracing your tattoos,” you pleaded, reaching for his hand and clutching it to your chest.

“Finish the swallow and we can go to sleep,” he compromised. “You can finish in the morning. You’re much drunker than I am, but we could both use the rest.”

It was true that you were exhausted at that moment, longing to curl up against your hookup’s chest and melt into him as your world dissolved into that of a dream. The temptation overcame you. You lost yourself in his comforting warmth as his hands caressed your back steadily. His chest rose and fell beside you, creating a rhythm that lulled you to sleep.

Your subconscious made you feel safe and secure encompassed in Shawn’s strong arms, and beside his broad, muscular chest. When you awoke in the morning, feeling rejuvenated and chipper, you reached for him as you had done every morning you’d woken up beside him. Something was different, though.

Shawn was nowhere to be found.

You opened your eyes to see your own familiar bed, in your own familiar bedroom, and the same familiar sunlight streaming through your sheer curtains.

A dissatisfied puff of air escaped your lips as you tried to recall the dream, now hazy in your mind. All you could think about was Shawn, and how the truth was that he could be anywhere with anyone right then, and you had no say in it. Your dream world could be some lucky person’s reality, and you would never know.

A tear of frustration slipped from your tear line down your cheek, but before you could wipe it away, a smooth, low voice cut through your silence.

“I didn’t know you were still here.”

“What?”

“Nothing. I just thought you’d gone home.” You felt the side of the bed dip as he sat down on it, rolling onto his side and perching his chin on your shoulder. He moved his large hands to your hips, holding them tightly as he kissed your cheek. His pink lips were smooth and consoling against your skin.

You allowed them to roam freely across your face and travel down your neck and shoulders, left exposed by a skimpy spaghetti-strap tank top. His fingers ran down your arms delicately, conditioned and calloused by his guitar strings. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch.

“Oh, look at you,” he hummed, pleasantly surprised by the slick, moist coating in your panties upon further inspection. “All it takes is for me to leave, hm? Tell me, dear. What were you up to while I was gone?”

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[spideysbruh]

I Can't Live Without You

One would think that Shawn would defend his girlfriend when an interviewer, a big one, a famous one, completely bashes her and everything that she’s worked so hard for. Well, he didn’t, and it went a little something like this,

“So your girlfriend, Alex, is a film director yes?”

“That’s right.” Shawn smiled.

“Which, first of all, is a surprise! I saw her film and the whole thing- it was so good, it’s like a man could’ve made it!”

Shawn laughs and nods, “Yeah, she’s great.”

“She also plays a character in the movie! Who, can I just say, is kind of a slut.”

“Oh how so?”

He’s not going to say anything about that?! He’s gonna entertain this conversation?! The amount of times she has explained that her character is free-spirited and carefree- all of that torn apart now. All her work, undone. 

Just like that.

“Well, her outfits, her dialogue! Even her several partners!”

She had two. One of them left right in the beginning.

“Wow, I mean- yeah! Her character is kind of everywhe-”

Brian had turned off the TV after that, looking over at Alex whose eyes were glossy now. “Al?”

“Why didn’t he defend me?” She mumbled and went to her room.

That wasn’t it. It wasn’t just one and done.

While he was still on his promo run, more interviewers asked similar questions, about if she was anything like her character (if you know what I mean) and that’s verbatim! Shawn had laughed and said, “Well, what do you think?” What is that supposed to mean?

Alex was sitting at the dining room table, trying to write a new script, but failing, when Brian came back from his girlfriend Kate’s house. “Al, you gotta stay away from the int-”

“I’m trying, but it is plastered everywhere, even on the goddamn TV.” She said and pointed at the TV in the living room. 

Brian sighed and sat next to her, pulling her into a hug, “I’m sorry he’s such an asshole.” He mumbled, rubbing her back. Alex let a tear fall out and hugged him back.

“Does he really not know that what he's saying hurts me?" She mumbled, sniffles leaving her.

Brian squeezed her tighter and kissed her head, "I'll talk to him about it." 

"No use. He already made me look like a fucking idiot." She replied, a dry laugh leaving her mouth. "And he's coming back in a few days anyway." She shrugged, Brian nodded and cleared his throat. 

The air in the room wasn't as light and fun as it usually is, Brian knew what might come from this. He felt his heart get heavy and he pulled her into another hug.

~

The day Shawn came, he saw that a few things were different, decorations were up and the tree was waiting to be decorated as well. "Hey guys, I'm home!" He yelled out and heard no reply, he huffed and walked around, setting his things down before heading to his and Alex's room. He smiled at the image in front of him, Alex was sleeping peacefully with their big quilt wrapped around her. Shawn chuckled and climbed into bed with her, kissing her cheek and she shifted in her sleep. "Alex, baby wake up." He whispered, Alex groaned and turned away, Shawn pouted and played with her hair, "Did you miss me, baby?" He asked, Alex groaned again. 

"Shawn!" Brian exclaimed, having just woken up as well.

"Hey Brian! I just got here!" He whispered,  getting up and walking out the room to talk to his best friend. 

"I see that. Hey dude, what the fuck?!" Brian whisper yelled, Shawns face dropped and he looked confused. 

"What? What'd I do?" He asked and Brian scoffed.

"The fuck do you mean? You fucking dragged your girlfriend through the mud on like, the entire promo run!... Agreeing with the sexist stereotypes that people brought up, not saying anything when people were calling her a slut… do you not hear the words that come out of others mouths? Have you not seen any of the articles posted recently? No one told you anything?"

"No, Alex didn't say anything." Shawn replied, leaning on the back of his couch.

"Well, she shouldn't have to. That's really fucked up, man." 

Shawn sighed and thought back on all his interviews recently, have they really been that bad?

About an hour later, Alex woke up and brushed her teeth before greeting Shawn. "Hey, baby!" Shawn grinned, reaching out to hold her hand.

"Hey." She replies, a small smile on her face as she sits down next to him.

"You alright?" He asked, rubbing her shoulder.

"Yeah! I just have to talk to you, but we can do that tomorrow." She shrugged, reaching for the remote. 

"O- oh, about what?" 

"I feel like you know." She answered simply, flipping through channels, "I don't wanna do it tonight, Shawn. I'm drained."

"I wanna do it now, though."

"Kay, well I don't." She said, Shawn sighed and rubbed his face.

"Alright. Can I… can I cuddle you?" He asked, opening his arms for her. Alex nodded and leaned into his arms, she kissed his chest quickly before turning back to the tv and choosing something to watch. 

Shawn shifted a bit and felt his heart sink at the thought of tomorrow, their "conversation"... what if it leads to something else? Something worse.

When they’re ready for bed, Alex just simply gets under the covers, mutters a 'Good night' and drifts off to sleep. Shawn frowns and climbs into bed as well, wanting to cuddle her but he decides against it. He falls asleep to the sound of Alex's light breathing and many thoughts of what tomorrow will go like. 

The next morning Shawn wakes up to an empty bed and sounds of dishes being washed in the kitchen. He gets up and brushes his teeth before heading to the kitchen, "You didn't have to do those, baby." He says, sitting on the counter behind her.

"It was bothering me." She shrugged, rinsing off a mug she finished using. 

“Oh okay.” He said, “So, I- I’m ready to talk.”

“Yeah? Did Brian tell you anything?” She questioned, turning to face him.

Where is Brian?

“He’s at Kates by the way.” She answered, basically reading his mind.

“Yeah he did. Told me about all the things that were said in interviews.” He said looking down at his legs.

“Yeah. What was that?” She asked, crossing her arms. “How could you let them say that about me?”

“I- I don’t know. It didn’t seem wrong at the time.” He answered honestly.

“You made me look like a fucking idiot. You know how hard I worked to get people to take my work seriously. That was all completely demolished! Have you seen any of the articles lately?”

Shawn shook his head, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, Alex sighed and pulled out her phone, showing him article after article saying things like “Shawn Mendes says his girlfriends movies are a slut show” 

“I didn’t say that though!”

“You agreed.” She replied quickly, like she's been thinking of this conversation for days.

She has.

“It was just some jokes!” He defended and Alex felt herself give up on him. Why is he mad?

“Not one! Hundreds! You fucking humiliated me!” She yelled back, “If I fucking went out and said all of your music was basic white trash just to appeal to the radio-”

“Hey!”

“Exactly…” She waited for him to respond but was met with nothing but a sigh from him and an apologetic frown. "Why didn't you defend me?"

"I- I don't know." He replied, "Like I said, at the time it didn't feel wrong or anything. Of course I'll defend you now!" He finished.

"Yeah, but are you only saying that because I confronted you about it? You didn't even notice anything wrong with those questions until now. The weight they carried… fuck, Shawn." Alex sighed, shaking her head. An overbearing weight on her chest now.

"I'm sorry, baby, I love you! You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you." He said, reaching for her hand.

"You already did! How the fuck do you go half of your press run just shitting on me and not realizing?" She yelled.

"Don’t raise your fucking voice at me!” He yelled back, pointing a finger at her.

“I’m fucking pissed! So of course I’m gonna yell at you, you fucking prick! Don’t get all fucking-”

“Oh my fucking god! What do you want me to do?! You want me to fucking apologize to the whole fucking world? Will that help you and your fucking career? If your boyfriend made a video or wrote down an apology and posted it online?! Is that what you want?” He exploded, Alex glared at him and ran her hand through her hair.

“You’re a fucking asshole, Shawn.” She said, feeling herself about to break down.

“You’re getting mad over a few little questions! Just fucking post something and say that it’s not true!”

“It’s not that fucking easy! I’m not like you! My career isn’t fucking-” While she was talking about how her work isn’t as grounded as his, Shawn pulled out his phone and started recording on Instagram.

“Hey guys, so my fucking girlfriend is making me record this to say s-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She screamed, trying to pull his arm down and stop him. 

“No cause you’re being fucking overdramatic! I gotta apologize for some interviews!” He replied but stopped recording.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She glared at him and rushed to the room, getting some clothes together to leave. 

“There’s just no pleasing you, is there?” Shawn said, his voice cold and uncaring.

“Don’t fucking talk to me. I can’t fucking look at you right now.” She said, zipping up her bag and pushing past him.

“W- what? Wait, where are you going?!” He exclaims, following her through the apartment, “People are gonna see you! That’ll go ev-”

“For fuck sake! Is your image really more important than us? You care more about me being seen pissed off because of your own actions? Maybe I wouldn’t be leaving if you fucking cared!” She yelled, rushing to open the door.

"Where are you going?!" 

"Doesn't matter. As long as I'm not here I'll be okay." She snapped, feeling herself about to cry. She tries not to cry so much, but this is just too much right now. "You know there was a time where i thought you were my dream come true… but you're a fucking nightmare." She said, a few  tears falling out of her eyes. "Is there any specific reason you never let me direct your music videos? Or even your documentary, Shawn?" She asked, feeling herself lose hope in this relationship. 

Shawn stood there with his mouth hung open and he shifted on his feet but said nothing.

Alex sniffled and nodded, "Thought so." She finished her walk to the door and went to open it before Shawn spoke.

"You deserve better." 

"Yeah. I really do." She replied and opened the door, which made Shawn panic and rush next to her and hold the door closed.

"Wait, baby, I- I can't live without you." He said softly, that made Alex look up at him, teary eyed and all. She scoffed and threw the door open.

"If you can't live without me," She walked out the apartment, out of his life, for good. "Then die."

*

[shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean]

"Tell me how do you like it?"

"You like it rough? intense?"

"Yes." She breathed down his neck.

Lost in Ecstasy

(Blurb)

I'm back!! I'm so sorry anon for taking so so long to write this. It's probably been over a year. I was going through a lot and wasn't in the headspace to write at all. But I'll try being consistent now. I took the liberty to modify the ask a little bit. Hope you like it.

Warnings : smut, age-gap, early 30s!reader × late 20s!Shawn

Soft, dim lighting casts a sensual glow throughout the room, illuminating the figures of Shawn and Y/N. Their bodies are intertwined, their breaths heavy with desire.

Y/N, her voice low and filled with anticipation, whispers into Shawn's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Tell me, Shawn. How do you like it?"

Shawn's eyes meet Y/N's, his desire evident as he responds, his voice husky.

"I like it rough. Intense. I want to lose myself in the moment with you."

Y/N's lips trace a path along Shawn's neck, her touch igniting a fire within him.

"Mmm, yes." She bites gently at his earlobe, sending a surge of electricity through his body. Their bodies press closer together, their connection intensifying with each passing moment.

The room fills with the sounds of their mutual exploration, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Their movements become more urgent, a dance of ecstasy and fulfillment.

In the midst of their shared passion, they lose themselves in the moment, reveling in the raw intensity of their connection. Skin against skin, their bodies merge, fueled by a hunger that can only be sated by each other.

Breaths mingling, they push the boundaries, exploring the depths of their desires. Each touch, each whisper, brings them closer to the edge of bliss.

The room becomes a sanctuary for their unyielding passion, a place where inhibitions dissolve, and their deepest fantasies find expression.

Time seems to stand still as their bodies move in perfect harmony, seeking pleasure and surrender. In this intimate space, they find solace, fulfillment, and a profound connection that transcends the physical realm.

As their climax approaches, their cries of ecstasy fill the air, a testament to the intensity and satisfaction they find in each other's arms.

Finally spent, they collapse into a tangled embrace, their bodies still humming with the lingering echoes of their passion.

Breathing heavily, Y/N and Shawn lay in each other's arms, their bodies basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Their eyes meet, a shared understanding passing between them.

In the silence of the room, they find solace in their connection, knowing that their desires are fulfilled and their souls entwined.

[starssformendes]

Unsettled

Boys night. The 3rd Saturday of every month was the boys dedicated to spending time with each other with no distractions or at least not major distractions. This time it was being hosted at Shawn’s house and the 5 of them (Shawn, Connor, Brian, Geoff, and Zubin) were lounging on the sofas with the hockey on tv whilst beers waited on the table, ready to be sipped from.

Daniella, little 2 year old Daniella was upstairs in bed having been tucked in by Shawn around 7pm with a story and song whilst her mum went out to do her Night Shift as a nurse at the local hospital. Shawn made sure the boys weren’t too loud and the tv was turned to a suitable volume and he’d take the boys teasing ‘over protective dad’ jokes if it meant his little girl got a good nights sleep. What Shawn didn’t know was that despite being quieter than usual the noise they made still woke Daniella up from her sleep.

Daniella slept like a light; it didn’t take much noise to wake her up and sometimes Shawn wondered whether she was only pretending to sleep with how easily she was awoken. Of course like any child she had her nights where she slept like a log and could only wake herself up but those were rare nights. With a purple blanket hooked on her arm and a stuffed rabbit in her left hand and pacifier in mouth, Daniella slowly climbed down the stairs despite knowing she wasn’t to go on the stairs alone. Her parents weren’t overly over protective but like all parents they wanted her to be safe and that meant assisting the toddler up the wooden large stairs.

“Dada” The whine left her lips as she walked into the living room where all the boys were. Her feet halted when her dad was nowhere in the room all the noise was coming from.

“Hey Dani.” Brian smiled as he noticed her in the doorway.

“Dada” The recently turned 2 year old repeated, not knowing many other words to explain herself. Before anyone could reply to her, she turned around and headed off to somewhere else in her house. Her playroom. Spending hours a day in there she never got bored and she knew her dad would think she was in bed still so she decided it was time to play again.

Shawn returned to the living room after heading to the bathroom and before he could sit back down and sip his beer Brian piped up, “Daniella’s out of bed man in case you wanted to go find her.” Shawn groaned playfully as his lips turned upwards at the thought of seeing little Daniella.

“Daniella where are you honey?” Shawn called out through the house checking the playroom first.

“Dada!” She clapped when he came inside the room. She toddled over to him and pulled his hand Trying to bring him into the tea party she was hosting.

“Oh no, no missy it’s bedtime. You’ve gotta go night night.” He cooed as he lifted her up onto his hip. Her bottom lip pushed out and wobbled as her eyes widened.

“No. No. No. Dada no sleep!“ she cried as he carried her out the room and as he reached the bottom of the stairs she started hitting his back. Obviously it didn’t hurt him seeing as she was only 2 and wasn’t very strong like she thought she was. But it shocked Shawn nonetheless considering how against hitting and violence he and his wife were and never expected his daughter to hit him.

“Daniella we do not hit other people, okay? That’s not nice.” Shawn informed sternly. At his stern tone the tired girl started crying and Shawn sighed when she rested her head on his shoulder and sobbed.

“Come on, don’t cry sweet girl, it’s okay but hitting isn’t okay so you need to say sorry to daddy.”

“I’m sorry dada. Mumma home?”

“Mummy won’t be home till the morning Dani. Do you wanna come cuddle with daddy or do you want to go lay in your bed?”

“Warm milk” Daniella wasn’t usually given warm milk at night anymore seeing as it was making her wake up more in the night but Shawn wanted her to settle which meant he was going to give her warm milk tonight. Shawn carried her into the living room and handed her over to Brian who took her blanket and put it over her head as a joke. It didn’t take long for Shawn to scoop his kid up with one arm and her bottle of milk in the other before sitting down on the sofa making sure Daniella was comfy and warm next to him in the corner.

Sipping on the straw of her cup, she watched the men laugh and talk and laugh some more and she wiggled her hips trying to get comfier. Instead of continuing to get comfy on the sofa she climbed onto Shawn and snuggled her head into his chest. It only took a minute. Just a minute of Shawn lightly rubbing her back and being there for her to fall asleep on him like he was her personal bed. The boys night continued and Shawn took Daniella back up to bed when he was sure she was definitely asleep. His phone ring and an unknown caller flashed on the screen. Answering it he was skeptical as to who it was and why they were calling, his heart dropped further than his stomach when it was the hospital. He’d watched greys anatomy with his wife Olivia, sure, but he never expected he’d feel as if he was living in an episode himself.

“If you could come down to the hospital as soon as possible that would be great” the nurse on the phone said calmly as if she didn’t just inform Shawn his wife , the love of his life, was currently laying in bed in the icu fighting for her life after a freak accident occurring during her Night Shift.

“Of course.” Shawn hung up the phone and looked at his friends before standing up and announcing to his mates, “You guys have to go, I’m sorry but liv’s in the hospital and I need to be there.” Everyone understood of course and saw shawn beginning to panic and knew better than to push for questions.

“What are you doing with Daniella?” Brian asked as shawn pulled a hoodie on.

“I have no idea Bri, I don’t know what shape she’s in so I don’t wanna bring Dani if she’s in a bad state up there.”

“Yeah, I can stay here and watch her and just make sure she’s okay if you want me too.”

“Really? I’d owe you big time, she’ll stay asleep for the night till around 7 and if she does wake up just try filing her bottle up with warm milk and ready a story and I’ll call her in the morning.” Shawn said giving Brian a hug before he rushed out the house and to the hospital.

“Mama? Dada?” Daniella yelled as loud as she could as she walked out of their empty bedroom. Brian hearing her awake walked out the guest room and held her small hand.

“Mummy and daddy aren’t here at the moment Dani, mummy got hurt so dad’s gone to check she’s okay.”

“Mumma” she cried plopping down to the floor and Brian sighed as he didn’t know what to do now. Thankfully Shawn seemed to come right at the perfect time as he called Brian.

“Hey shawn, how is she?”

“She’s good, resting right now. How’s Daniella?”

“I think she’s confused as to why you aren’t here, here Daniella look it’s your dad” he said crouching down to Daniella on the floor.

“Hey Dani bear what’s the matter? Why’s my baby crying?”

“Mumma”

“Mumma’s here look honey, she’s sleeping but she’s a little hurt. Do you want some breakfast?” He asked trying to distract her and make sure she ate.

“Mumma dada no here”

“I’m right here Dani, Brian can you get her dressed and bring her to the hospital?” Shawn finally asked seeing she obviously wasn’t going to settle not that he blamed her; Waking up to neither parents at home was very unsettling. Brian nodded immediately and hung up the phone saying a goodbye and taking Daniella to get dressed.

“Dada!” Daniella cried as she ran over to him once her eyes caught sight of her father in the hospital waiting room. Crouching down Shawn picked her up and cuddled her close and inhaled her fainting baby scent. Brian said a quick goodbye to the two before heading home to his girlfriend. 

“Miss dada.” She spoke resting her head on his shoulder.

“Missed you too honey.”

“No leave ‘gain!” She pouted, pulling her head back to look at his face.

“I promise i’m not going to leave you again. Neither will mummy”

“Where is mummy?”

“Come on let’s go find her, you’ve got to be quiet though because she got hurt and needs to rest.”

Shawn carried her down the corridor with a small smile on his face as he listened to his little girl tell him all about her dream.

[evanstanhoney]

Quicky Question

should my first shawn story back be smut or fluff or au or like a mix of two of them??? help lol

[mywrittingwonderland]

5. Everything means nothing if I don’t have you

Some more fluffiness of my favorite couple.

Is someone even reading this? LOL!

Have fun! And I apologize for the mistakes in advance.

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June

Sophia hadn’t really left Shawn’s house much since they became official. They were unofficially living together, after the first week she had her own key, her own drawer and even her own working spot close to him. The first time they were apart was when Shawn had to go on a day trip for press, and neither of them were able to sleep that well that night. He was so used to her using him as her own personal pillow that he missed the way her head would always be laying on his chest, right above his heart. No matter how they would go to sleep without fail that’s how they would wake up. He felt unease and regret for not catching the 1a.m. flight after the red carpet and getting back to her sooner, he thought about calling her but he also didn’t want to risk waking her up. Just when he was about to give up and go read a book instead of sleeping he felt his phone vibrating.

“Hi Baby, I thought you were in dreamland when we hanged up” He said, remembering how he stayed on the phone with her to make sure she would sleep.

“Shawn” Her voice sounded trembly and he did not like that for one second.

“What’s up, Honey?” he asked switching the call so he could see her and make sure she was okay.

“I miss you”

“I miss you too, I will be home later today”. He said bitting on his lip and wishing he could hug her out of whatever was bothering her. “Did something happen?” 

“I had a nightmare” 

“You had a nightmare? Oh, I am so sorry, Lovey. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“You were coming back from the red carpet and someone shot you right before you entered the house. And then- then…” 

“Hey, I am okay. No bullets, I promise.” He said trying to calm her down. He also looked up the next flight he could take, since he had no hopes of getting back to sleep. “Baby I am changing my flight, I will be home in 3hs”.

“Wait, no Shawn, you should get some sleep. I shouldn’t have called you.” She said instantly getting worried.

“No, Honey, I couldn’t get to sleep without you anyways, don’t worry. We can sleep the whole day together with no nightmares.” He said, texting Andrew to let him know he was going home sooner, and getting up to get dressed and leave. 

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July

“So, are you officially living together or what?” Brian asked after crashing the couple’s breakfast for the 2nd time that week. Sophia had just left to go to the toilet so he jumped the question.

“Hm, I mean, no, not really”. Shawn replied, sounding a bit unsure. They hadn’t really discussed much about their living situation, although Sophia was not going to her house that much. Brian looked at him silently asking if he was sure about that. “She has her place with Connor remember?” 

“Do you remember?” He asked.

“Oh shut up”.

“Shawn, seriously, are you sure you two are not going way too fast? Don’t get me wrong, I know you haven’t been this happy since I have known you, but tour stats in a few months and I am just worried you might lose your sense of personal space or something” 

“Brian what are you talking about?”. He asked, really not understanding what Brian was up to.

“All I am saying is, it might be harder for you when you go away. I just don’t want you to have one more thing to be anxious over, that’s all.” He said, but before Shawn could think of a reply on how crazy Brian was sounding Sophia got back to the table and they dropped the topic. 

Sophia half heard the conversation and got a little self conscious, she thought she might be imposing her presence too much in Shawn’s space and she got worried about what Brian was saying. If he got back to touring and he was more anxious because of her she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself, so she made a personal note to go sleep home that night. Once Shawn was gone for the studio she made him a fresh batch of cookies, because he happened to mention he was craving cookies that morning, and then she got her book in the nightstand and her working equipment before driving for her house. 

“Hellooo”. She said as soon as she got inside, expecting Connor to be there. But then she remembered he would definitely be with Shawn in the studio, so she just ended up in her kitchen making herself some tea and getting back to writing. 

Shawn on the other hand finally got to finish his talk with Brian, this time with Connor also present while they were on their lunch break with takeout pizza, since Shawn didn’t wanna leave the studio and find a restaurant without paps.

“Connor, do you also think Sophia and Shawn are just going too fast?”. Brian blunted out making Shawn drop his pizza slice and look at him as of saying: not this again.

“As long as he has no intentions of breaking by best friend’s heart I think they are doing okay, you tell us Shawn”.

“I think Brian is way too invested in my love life all of a sudden”. Shawn said, getting a bit annoyed.

“Bro, I am honestly just worried about you”. He said putting up his arms in surrender.

“I thought about what you said this morning, and perhaps it was my mistake to not ask her to move in already. I know it might seem like we are going too fast, but I just really love her so much, and I wanna spend every single minute I can with her before we actually have to be apart for tour.” He explained. “And Connor I have no intention of breaking my soulmate’s heart, ever.” 

The boys continued to talk for a little bit before Shawn had to get back to rehearsals. Shawn was relieved when his day was over, he missed Sophia, and she hadn’t texted him the entire day, which was making him worry something was up. When he entered the house he immediately felt the smell of cookies in the air, it looked like she had just pulled them out of the over some minutes ago. 

“Babyyy, where are you? These are so good.” He said grabbing a cookie and going searching for her around the condo. He quickly noticed she wasn’t in any of her spots and her book and computer were also not in the house, so he grabbed the phone and called her.

Sophia completely forgot about her phone, she used to do that a lot whenever she would get lost in a book.

“Wait Shawn, I literally just got home. Phi, are you home?” Connor asked giggling between his keys, phone and camera bag. She wasn’t in the kitchen anymore, Connor went to look at her tiny library and found her very deep into reading. “Yeah she is here. Okay sure, I will let her know” 

“Oh hey Con, I swear I didn’t see you there”

“Yeah I noticed. Shawn is coming over by the way.” Connor said making his way to sit beside his friend. “He was super worried when he got home and your cookies were there but you weren’t” 

“Oh, that wasn’t my intention, I mean he did want cookies this morning, but I didn’t want to make him worried, I just thought I might give him some space today. Just in case. I have been over his house way too much”. She said, sounding a bit insecure.

“I personally don’t think he minds, but you can talk once he gets here”. He said giving her a kiss on the forehead and leaving her to get back to reading. Shawn was there in less than 15 minutes, and Connor opened up for him.

“She is reading”

Shawn walked inside and went straight to her library, he leaned on the door for a bit observing how focused she was in her book. Until she notice his presence and smiled at him making him instantly smiling back and getting close to her for a kiss.

“You got me worried, Missy” He said waiting for her to mark up her book before engulfing her in a tight hug.

“I am sorry, I just thought I might be way too much in your space, I don’t want to suffocate you”. She said making him frown. “I head a bit of what Brian was saying this morning.” She explained making him understand where she was coming from. 

“I am totally killing Brian tomorrow” He said making her laugh. “Baby you don’t suffocate me”.

“Are you sure? I mean I have been over a lot, and I know it’s not my house, and I don’t-” He interrupted her rambling by kissing her gently.

“I am sure. You could never suffocate me. And about that, I wanted to ask you something”. He said and she waited for him to continue. “Do you wanna just stay over indefinitely? Because, it’s no longer home without you.” 

“Really?”

“Mhm, oh and you can change whatever you want, let’s make it ours?” He said with a big smile on.

“Okay I think I would love that” 

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August 

“Sweetie, I am sure my parents will love you, in fact I am sure they already love you.” Shawn said trying to reassure his girlfriend.

“Still, Shawn we have to make sure to welcome them properly, so please help me out with what I should cook for them”. She said, half ignoring what he was saying and coming back into what Connor would call the wonder hostess mode.

“Phi, are you sure you don’t want to just order take out? I don’t want you to stress too much about this.” He said, worried that she was overdoing it.

“No, that would make me a very bad hostess. I am not having that. You know that.” She said looking up from the list she was making to make sure he understood what she was saying.

“Okay, fine. I think that your Ravioli al Pesto will make everyone happy”. He gave in, receiving a smile back from her. 

“How about Tiramisu for dessert?”

“That’s perfect, Love.” He kissed her forehead. “My only condition is that you let me help you cook, it will make me feel better”

“But Shawn, you don’t really know how to cook”

“Teach me, please?”

And teach him she would, over the months Shawn learned probable more about cooking than he had his entire life, and he really was up to making the extra effort because she was constantly making him small things, brownies because he seemed sad, blue cookies because she was re-reading Percy Jackson, and many other instances in which she would learn his favorite treats and home made them. He wanted to be able to do the same for her, so he took it very serious.

There was something he was right about though, his family loved her, in fact he thought they might love her even more than he loved her, if that was even possible.

“Phi, you have to come to my Hockey game on Friday, I wanna talk more to you before my brother’s birthday when we have to be with everyone.” Aaliyah said by end of dinner, while helping Sophia with getting dessert.

“Really? I would love to come!” She said getting excited while finishing to cut the tiramisu pieces.

“Can I ask you something?” 

“Yes, go for it” 

“Is my Brother treating you right? Because I swear if he isn’t I will beat him up for you”. Sophia have out a loud laugh at that which made Shawn join the girls in the kitchen.

“What’s up?” 

“I am just checking with her that you are being a gentlemen since she is just way too good, I won’t allow you to break her heart.” Sophia blushed at Aaliyah’s statement and all of a sudden she was a bit overwhelmed by the attention and love the new Mendes was giving her.

“Never, but I appreciate you also taking care of my Angel”. Shawn said grabbing Sophia’s hand for a kiss on her forehead. “Isn’t she cute?” He asked his sister while Sophia conveniently hid her red face in his chest for a second.

“Shawn she might just be my favorite sister, sorry”. Shawn smiled and hugged his girlfriend while still paying attention to Aaliyah.

“I am okay with that”. Shawn said looking at his girlfriend and noticing how her eyes were full of tears.

“You guys are making me cry”. Sophia said, not knowing how to handle the love she was getting. “Come here”. She said hugging Aaliyah. “Thank you, I also can’t wait to have a sister”.

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September

“So what’s your plan for today”. Connor asked Shawn, and he gave him a clueless look.

“Well, rehearsals? And probably call mom and dad tonight, why?”He questioned the blonde’s sudden interest for his day.

“Shawn you do know what day is today right?” Connor asked, and Shawn quickly revised his brain for something he might have missed, but nothing did come to mind.

“I have no idea what you are talking about Connor, where we supposed to do some external shooting for the doc and I am forgetting it?” Connor eyes widened in surprise for his answer.

“Dude, you are so screwed” 

“What? What did I do?” 

“Phi didn’t happen to mention today is her birthday, right? Why am I not surprised? She  never loved her own birthdays.” He said tapping his friend’s back in comfort.

“Connor, are you serious? Please tell me this is a prank?”Shawn asked fully entering panic mode when he realised he actually never asked his girlfriend when was her birthday, and it happened to be conveniently exactly a month after his, September 8th.

“I would never, here I sent her happy birthday this morning”. He said showing Shawn the text and Sophia’s thank you response.

“Holy shit, I need to go”. Shawn said, quickly looking around and gathering his things and his keys. “Can you smooth things with Andrew for today? I will talk to him later, and thank you, you are the best friend ever” He quickly said running out of the studio and into his car. 

He felt very bad, he never actually asked her when it was, and this week was very crazy with all the final preparations for the Global Citizen’s festival, and also Niall’s birthday coming up. 

“Fuck me, all week talking to her about Niall’s birthday and the festival”. He said gripping on the wheel, he remembered what she did for him on his birthday, she actually organised all the tiny details and baked his cake, he didn’t want anything big, so they all went with his family and the crew to a small retreat in her family’s countryside in London. She also had an amazing gift for him.

“Well, I know that you are allergic to dogs, so I thought maybe I could get you some other kind of best friend, plus Pinky was a bit lonely.” He replayed her words in his head and this new horse that was currently being taken care by her grandparent’s in their farm, and of course he was Pinky’s best friend. He remembered that she also explained to him that she had done a lot of research on anxiety after she was diagnosed soem years ago, and that Pinky helped her a lot, and that she wanted Shawn to also have that new kind of support whenever he had a break and things got too much. 

He quickly stopped at Sophia’s favorite flower shop on the way home. It was this very tiny shop owned by an Italian old lady, and he dropped by every week to pick her something, every time the previous flower was dying he would give her a new one. It was a nice tradition he started after hearing one of Sophia’s grandma story on how she fell in love with her grandpa because he would always bring her a flower, no matter if it was sunny or raining, everyday since they met he would give her a flower. He ended up getting a mixture of her favorites, little delicate white and purple daisies, scorpion grasses and lavender, wrapped with a classic white lace.

When he opened the door of their home it was already 17:00, so he was relieved to see music playing and the lights on. “Hi Baby, I am home”.

“In the kitchen”. She sounded happy, which was a bit of a relief to Shawn. He caught her finishing up the cake she had started the day before, lemon and rose flavoured, he remembered her saying when she asked him to test the filling. It didn’t crossed his mind that she was baking herself a cake, she was constantly baking so he really didn’t think anything different. “What do you think?” She asked, referring to her little cake, decorated with light pink frosting and some rose petals on the top.

“It’s very cute”. He said making his way to her and giving her a kiss. 

“Are these for me?” She asked noticing the bouquet with her favorite flowers on his hand.

“Yes”. He smiled back at her still amazed by the fact that she didn’t seem even the slightest mad at him.

“They are so pretty, thank you.” She hugged him and went to her vase to change her flowers.

“Your welcome, Baby.” He replied observing her untangling the flowers from the lace, taking the old ones, choosing a dying flower and putting inside her book, and then throwing the rest of them out. Without failure she would do that every week.

“Why did you get so many today?” She asked, noticing he got her way more flowers than he usually does. And he looked at her thinking that it wouldn’t surprise him if she forgot her own birthday, she was so worried about everything around her sometimes every so often she would need reminders that she was also important.

“Connor might have let it slip that today is someone’s birthday”. He said getting close to her and pulling the string of hair that escaped her braid out of her face. 

“Oh”. She looked guilty back at him.

“Yeah”. He smiled and gave her a slow kiss followed by a peck on her nose.

“I promise I was gonna tell you.” He giggled and hugged her.

“Happy Birthday, Baby. I love you.” He said kissing her one more time. “What happened that you didn’t tell me?” He asked softly keeping his hands on her back and his forehead on hers.

“After we came back from London, things were just so crazy, there was the iHeartRadio MuchMusic Video Awards, and then and you were so anxious about having to fly to Ireland and doing the festival in New York in a very short span of time, and also the finishing things for tour that have to be settled this until next month. I just didn’t want to bring up one more thing to make it even crazier.” She said explaining the reasoning behind her actions. Shawn immediately felt like she had somehow made him fall even more in love with her. “Also I am not the biggest on my birthdays, I much prefer other’s birthdays”. She bit her lip, nervously looking at him. “I am sorry”. She said, making his heart melt.

“I love you, you know that?” He said, giving her a big smile. “You truly are the kindest person I know”. He kissed her one more time. “Baby, none of these things are even a tiny fraction more important than you… -”

“Shawn… -”

“Wait, let me finish please?” She nodded. “I know things sometimes do get crazy in my life, and I really do appreciate every single thing you have done to support me these past weeks, I don’t think I could have done it without you. In fact I am sure I wouldn’t have managed it, at least not sanely.” He chuckled. “But I really don’t want you to think that you don’t have space to also share your important things, because I want to hear all of them, and I want to also help you get through all of them. You are as much important as I am in this relationship. And honestly, all of this, everything, it means nothing if I don’t have you. All of you.”

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Happy Canada Day Rai!

May I request a blurb where reader x shawn watch the sunrise together ♥️

Sunrise

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~275

Warning ⚠️: fluff,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: I didn’t really edit this, I’m so sorry anon, it took me forever to finish this too and also sorry that it’s short 🥺

You sat down on the cozy blanket as Shawn sat behind you with his arms and legs draped around you, holding you close,” It’s nice here,” He sighed, shaping the words against your skin, and his breath felt hot on your neck.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, cradling yourself more to him.

Together you enjoy the sight of the sun rising as it casts an orange reflection on the water. At the same time, Shawn would occasionally nuzzle his head against your neck and gently kiss along the exposed skin in his reach while trailing along the backside of your ear and leaning down to your shoulder to drag his lips along it gently.

This time you and Shawn were very determined to actually watch the sunrise and not fall asleep like the last time.

You let yourself soak in his kisses and the beauty around you for a moment longer, just watching as the light painted the sky a brand new color before turning to him, “I have a wild idea.”

He sighed, already knowing what you mean and starts shaking his head at the thought of it, “Oh no,no, No!”

“Cmon...,Please!” You pleaded as you stood up, choosing to still slip your dress straps off your shoulders and letting them slide down and pool around your ankles.

“Y/N...” He muttered, looking around him to see if anyone was nearby.

“Baby, relax; we’re in the middle of nowhere,” You drag him closer to the water, “No one will see us,” You grin widely again before silencing his further protests with a kiss on his lips, “I promise that.”

Shawn let himself melt into the kiss before agreeing to strip out of his clothes and join you for a swim.

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[shawmilo]

There's Nothing Holdin' Her Back

Warnings:😬Fluff,Smut&A Tiny Bit Of A "Sneeze-Kink".

Request(ed):No.

Word-Count:879,Sentence-Count:57,Paragraph-Count:22,Character-Count:4.988(WithOut Space:4.068),Syllable-Count:1.192.

Theme:Established🥰Relationship,🤒Sick-Fic🤧.

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Shawn was always kind of a health-freak. He'd try his best to do absolutely any- and everything, to avoid getting sick and to have his vocal cords to the upmost maximum of their abilities. Whatever trick he picked up, here or there; that ensured to be a wonder-remedy for his voice-no matter how wild and crazy it seemed-he'd try out.

Still one fatal day, it happened. He woke up feeling like his head had just collided with a brick wall.

He let out a combination of an irritated grunt and a sigh, trying to get up. His body not being able to cooperate, deciding to let his head plop straight back upon his pillow.

Right at that very moment, his girlfriend appeared; from doing her morning routine in the bathroom.

"Hey Boo, thought you'd be up by now" When he answered with a defeated huff and a raspy, whiny "That's what I was thinkin' too", she lovingly put her hand on his cheek, feeling his temperature. "My god, Shawn; you're burnin' up!"

"I'm gonna call off my appointments, for today", No, Hun; you don't have to do that, on account of me", "I really think it's for the best, besides It's my decision to make", "Are you sure, tho; Hun?", "In all the time we've known each other, what is that thing again; you always say, attracted me to you the most?!", "The way you always seem so sure of yourself?", "That's the thing!...So I'm stayin' right here at home, to treat you; till you're all better"

"But, Hun...", he protests, till she interrupts him "No, Shawn; I said, I'm gonna stay with you and that's final...You know how I get, once I've made up my mind!". All he could do, was to let out a deep sigh; knowing her, she wasn't gonna let up. He wasn't feeling up to an argument right now, plus it wasn't like she didn't always get her way with him anyways.

That brought on a coughing fit, which send her racing off to the kitchen; retrieving the two of them, each a glass of orange juice. She placed them on the nightstand, sat down beside her boyfriend; rubbing his back. "Drink your juice, Boo; It'll help". So he takes a glass, to take a sip from it; thinking it's his and sneezes in it.

"Boo, that's my drink", while taking it from him and drinking from it herself; before placing it back on the nightstand. "Oh, No; Hun...Now you're gonna get sick too!", "Wouldn't mind, sharin' your cold...I wanna share everythin' with you"

She practically immediately starts sneezing herself. "See, told ya; it's startin' already!", "All of a sudden, I'm startin' to feel a little queasy", "Oh, comon over here; Hun"

While he lifts the blanket; inviting her to join him, underneath. They shift and squirm a bit, till they're both comfortable.

"Are you comfy, Hun?", "I can think of somethin' that's gonna make us both feel even more comfy", "If you're thinkin' what I'm thinkin', then yeah; we can give it a try"

So he's lining himself up with her, they're spooning and he's hugging her from behind. "Well, great minds; that's what I love 'bout you". He opens his mouth, to say something ;but she continues with: "You didn't think I picked you, just 'cause of your looks; now did you?!"

When she finally has him snugly buried within her, and he's leaving a trail of smooches; from her neck to her spine, she starts to wiggle a bit; pushing herself back on him, making him groan: "Tryin' to get even more comfy, Hun?". She answers with a "Humm"

But he's still not moving, like she expected him to. So she pulls and pushes back again, growing impatient; making him groan again, but now out of frustration.

Clearly annoyed, she speaks up: "Thought we were thinkin' of the same thing?, apparently not!". Planting a firm kiss on her shoulder blade, he replies: "Thought we would just do a little Cockwarmin', to you know; warm you up a little"

"But now, you got me all warmed up; in a whole other way...So, Whatta ya gonna do 'bout that; éh?!", "But hun, I'm really not feelin' up to it; if I'm bein' honest...I'm afraid I'm only gonna disappoint you", "Oh, Boo; I can't imagine ever bein' disappointed in you"

With that she turns and flips the both of them over, only to straddle him and start to ride him.

"Hold on, a little bit; Hun". He grabs the blanket, to wrap it around her. "I don't want you to get even more sick, then you already are; Hun" and kisses her forehead, continuing with: "Oh my, you're burnin' up", "Yeah, burnin' for you; to love on me"

"Okay...You win, we're gonna do it your way; but please have some mercy on me", "It'll be okay, Boo...Imma do all the work, you just lay back; relax and enjoy...I'm gonna teach you how to love me"

"God, I honestly couldn't say; which is more runnin' with wetness!", "Huh?", he continues with: "Your nose...Or that aching pussy of yours", "Uhm, maybe; you should clean it up, then", "Maybe, I should...Well, come sit that pretty drippin' pussy of yours; on my starvin' mouth then, so I can devour you; Hun"

Before she even has the chance to mount her stallion, he affectionately licks her nose; slowly and gently.

[shawnsturns]

Shawn Mendes One-Shot

I trudged into my bathroom, trying to place where my toothpaste went. I searched the whole bathroom, but to no avail. I groaned in frustration, knowing Shawn took my toothpaste without letting me know in advance--again.

I stomped my way across the house, not bothering to knock before walking into his bathroom, I only noticed the shower running as I was in the middle of searching the cabinets.

But the shower was not the only noise, deep groans filled the room, making my cheeks flush a deep crimson. Though I was embarrassed, I could not bring myself to leave. The moans became more breathy, needier.

"Mm, f-fuck!" I trailed my way over towards the voice, finding myself in front of Shawn's shower. The glass keeping him isolated from me was foggy, but I could still see his silhouette faintly.

"S-such a good girl for me, Y/n." I gasped softly, surprise washed over my entire body. He was moaning my name while he touched himself. I was what he thought about when he got himself off.

Suddenly, his groans stopped. I froze in my tracks, my hand sliding to my mouth. Had he heard me? Had I been caught? I got an answer to both of those questions as the shower door opened, my soft gasp had been muffled by my hand.

Shawn stood there, his expression went from embarrassed to lustful in a matter of seconds. "You just going to stand there and watch? Or, will you join and help like a good girl?" His seductive words tossed me out of my trance, I quickly stripped myself of any fabric. Shawn pulled me in the shower the second my underwear was off.

"Such a little slut, watching me touch my cock." He gripped my hips with much force, it felt like his fingers were searing my skin down to the bone. "Say it. Say that your a slut." When I did not answer immediately, he brought his hand back and gave a sharp slap to my ass. I yelped, scrambling to find words as his hand raised again.

"I-I'm a slut! I'm such a slut for you, Sh-" I quickly stopped myself of speaking his legal name, remembering when he mentioned his daddy kink. "Daddy!" He smirked, slowly dropping his hand. "Good girl, such a good girl," He praised quietly. Shawn pulled me indefinitely close, his stiff cock rubbing against my core. I whimpered at the feeling of his length against my skin, I could feel his size against my warm skin.

His right hand travels from my waist down to my pussy, I bite my lip desperately, ready to beg him to touch me. Shawn's index and middle finger tease my wet entrance, spreading my arousal around my needy cunt.

"M-more, please!" It took almost everything in me to force those words out, my words were breathy as he rubbed my clit in painfully slow circles. "Such a needy little girl, so desperate for my touch." I nodded frantically, hoping that confirmation would make him decide whether I would get more.

Shawn's left hand raises towards my neck and into my hair, pulling roughly. I yelp in response, panting from the new sensation and the reoccurring one farther down my body. His hand cranes down towards my ear, "I will not stop unless you say the word 'red' or if you tap my arm three times. Got it?" I nod, as nothing intelligible is able to fall past my lips at this moment. "Words, baby." He nips at my earlobe, making me whimper. "Y-Yes, understood." Shawn chuckles, his lips trailing down to my neck, kissing and biting my skin roughly. Feeling his teeth against my skin was euphoric, feeling them sink down before sucking harshly once again.

Shawn's fingers had slowed down, my stimulation slowing as well. I was too focused on his plump lips on my neck to remember his fingers between my legs. That is, until he suddenly plunged two digits into my throbbing core. I cried out in pleasure as his fingers slammed in and out of me at an alarming rate.

"Mmph! F-fuck, Daddy!" Shawn continues to mark my neck viciously, not giving a single word to me as I screamed for him. He removed his head from the crook of my neck, looking at my vulnerable state cockily. Swiftly, Shawn slams his digits to hit my G-spot directly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted, struggling to steady my breath. He chuckled as I begged for mercy, begging for him to slow down in the slightest, but to no avail. As I clenched around his long fingers, almost falling off the edge, he slipped his digits out of my core.

"No, no! P-please! M-more, need more." Shawn's hand released my hair, traveling to tilt my chin up. "So, so needy." His other hand dripped with my arousal, it came to rest on my bottom lip. "Open, slut." I complied, opening my mouth. His slipped his digits into my mouth, "Suck." Once again, I obey his commands. I suck down my wetness, releasing his fingers from my tongue.

"Bend over, slut." I twist around, bending over in front of him. My hands rest on the cold tile, until Shawn aggressively grabs them both and holds them behind me. "You ready to get fucked so hard you cannot think straight? Pounded so deep that you will not be able to fucking walk?" I nod, so desperate for him, needing him inside me. He growls in frustration, delivering a strong slap to my ass.

"Y-yes! I want it so bad, Daddy!" Shawn nods in approval, his hand snakes to my neck, wrapping around my skin tightly. His other hand guides his cock into me, once he's fully inside of me, he wastes no time to start pounding into me.

"F-fuck! Slow d-down, Daddy!" Pornagraphic moans slipped past my lips as I struggled to think. My brain was fogged from pleasure, "Oh, really?" Shawn slows down by a mile, slow stroking into me. I whined, wanting the fast pace back. "That's what I thought, you're such a slut for my cock." His actions are once again rapid, pounding into me ruthlessly. Shawn's hand tightens around my throat, my breath hitches as I fought to stay conscious.

"D-daddy, I'm so close!" I might as well had said nothing, as he did nothing with this information. He let out a deep groan, his thrusts became sloppy as we both got closer to our edge. "N-not yet, baby. I'm c-close too, just hold on." I whined, so desperately wanting to cum. Our screams of pleasure bounced across the walls, I could not take it anymore, it was too much not to get some sort of release.

I screamed as I came around Shawn's girthy cock, he groaned while I clenched around him. "S-such a slut, cumming before I tell you too." His hand moves from my waist to stimulate my clit, still thrusting into me. The strokes were slower than before, but still enough to overstimulate me.

"Mmph! T-too much! Stop, Daddy!" He chuckled, not listening to my strained words. "C'mon, keep screaming like that, Princess." I continued to cry out for him, waiting for him to cum inside of me.

His groans deepened, "Sh-shit! I'm gonna f-fucking cum!" Shawn kept his word, cumming inside of me not long after he spoke. I wailed as his cum filled my up, still slowly thrusting into me. He finally pulled out of me, pulling me in closer by my waist. I got up and faced towards him, "You did good, Princess." I flushed and smiled softly at him. Shawn connects our lips, his plump lips moving softly against mine.

"Wanna go watch a movie in my room, baby?" He asks, meeting my gaze. "Yeah, that sounds nice." Shawn nods, pulling us into the water.

We rinsed off, when we got out he grabbed one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers to wear. He insisted on carrying me back to his room, where he gently laid me down on the bed.

"I love you so much, baby," He mumbles softly into my hair, planting a soft kiss. "I love you too, Mendes." I cuddle in closer to his chest, tracing small patterns against his skin. "I hope you know that this now means that you're mine." I laugh and nod, "I like the sound of that." Shawn kisses my head once more before the two of us fall unconscious.

I'm currently writing this at 1am so yeah ☺️

I am sorry I put you all through this pain xx

[itsamendesmadness]

“Second Thoughts”

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x reader

Summary: You’ve been secretly in love with Shawn since forever. You get a letter from him and you’re scared to see what it's about. When you peek inside the envelope, you realize it's a wedding invitation. Deep down you wanted to go and break this wedding.

warning: light cursing, fluff, angst & probably grammatical errors.

a/n: I had this idea from a current situation in my life and thought it was a good imagine ‘cause you know “DRAMAAA”. As always , let your imagination fly. 🪶

wc: 1089

It was a cold autumn morning. The perfect ambiance for curling up with a good book and drinking cinnamon hot chocolate. I have been sitting all day at my favorite place at my mom’s house since I was a kid…the window seat. I could see the cars come and go. There was something satisfying about hearing the cars hit the puddles.

Any time soon my mom has to be heading home from work. I kept reading my book waiting for her arrival. A Black Honda Civic pulls in the driveway, it’s my mom. I fix my clothes and pass my fingers lightly through my hair to make it look like I haven’t been sitting here all day. She struts down the driveway in direction to the mailbox, grabs the mail and walks towards the house.

“Hey, honey” she says while placing her keys in the key holders. The front door shuts behind her. “Have you been sitting there all day?” she says judgingly. “No mom, I just sat down” I say, hiding my face with the hardcover book. She could always tell when I was lying. I guess it is that motherly instinct in her head, just like spidey senses.

“There's some mail for you.” she says, placing the stack of mail on the dining table in front of me. “If it’s another bank statement just throw it away. I don't know why they send so many letters when we can see all our account activity through the app.” I say annoyed.

“It’s not all from the bank. You have a letter from Shawn.” she says, looking at me waiting for a reaction. She knows how I feel about him, all these years and I still have a huge crush on him.

“Sha- Shawn? He sent me a letter?” I say, stuttering nervously. I kept thinking to myself if I should open it or just break it apart. What if it’s something bad.

The envelope stared at me, making me feel stupid. This whole situation is stupid, he is not even thinking about me the same way I am of him. I need to stop pacing around the house and just open that fucking envelope. I couldn’t get more disappointed than I already am.

I grab the envelope from the table and start ripping the side of it carefully. Inside this envelope there was another one, an emerald green envelope. I started to think this was just one of his goofy pranks.

I pulled out the emerald green envelope and started to unstick the gold wax seal. The perfect calligraphy lettering is peaking through the top. It reads “Natalie Colton + Shawn Mendes”. I yanked it out of the envelope in disbelief. “This can’t be real!” I screamed out.

My mom looks at me with her eyes wide open “what is it?!”. “He- he is inviting me to a wedding… his wedding.” I say, throwing the invitation at the table. I rest my elbows on the table with my hands on my forehead. The warm tears fall down my hands and into my knitted sleeves. My mom sits in the empty chair next to me to try to comfort me. “Honey, I know it’s not what you wanted, but maybe you should go to the wedding. It will help you move on.” she says. “Okay” I say, trying not to start an argument.

The day of the weeding

I dreaded this day all week. How can I sit in that ceremony and see the love of my life marry someone else. Honestly, this is what’s sad about it. He is the love of my life, but I’m not his. A million scenarios played in my head and only one could play out.

I sat in my bed not even wanting to get ready for this dreadful ceremony. I didn’t even think about bringing a date. I moped out of bed, sat on my vanity and started getting ready.

At the Venue

The wedding was being held at a farmhouse. It may sound odd for a wedding, but it's very common in our hometown. Especially in the autumn season. The guests were being directed to the back of the farmhouse where the ceremony was gonna be taking place. I walked down the trail filled with fallen leaves and followed the wooden signs. I could see a big tree with fairy lights dropping down from the branches at the end of the trail. The white wooden chairs were placed in a uniformed line with the name cards placed on them. I started looking for my name on the groom's side.

I discreetly started to look around to see if I could spot Shawn and talk to him before the ceremony. Hoping a confession doesn't slip out of my lips. The realization of Shawn getting married was hitting me hard. I was sweating and shaking so I decided to walk around for a bit before the ceremony started. “Excuse me” I say, trying to pass through and not step on anyone's toes.

I walked and walked till I found an area not filled with guests. The gazebo had beautiful flowers wrapped around the fences. It had white sheer curtains and lots of lights drooping down. I sat on the steps and practiced some breathing exercises my mom taught me. She said it helps her two year old students when they have big feelings. As of now I felt like I had some big feelings to process too. It was probably a bad decision to come down here. How can I move on after years of being in love with this guy? It’s more my fault because I never expressed it thinking it would ruin our friendship. Life was easier with having half of him imagine now having none of him.

This ceremony is taking longer than expected. They haven't even announced that it's starting soon. A tall guy in a tailored black suit walks towards the gazebo. “Have you seen the groom around?” he asks me nervously. “No, why? Is something wrong?” you say intrigued. “No, nothing to worry about. The ceremony will commence soon.” he says, rubbing his fingers together anxiously and walks off quickly.

Could this mean that Shawn is having second thoughts? This could be my only chance to confess my feelings. I should go find him before it's too late.

[pammyloumendkens]

August 8Th

Short,BUT Sweet B-Day Story.

Today is a special one to you, you get to celebrate your love for the biggest loves of your life; it's international cat day and your boyfriend's birthday rolled into one.

You had the whole day planned: a gathering with his family and friends, who he and you both see as an extended family.

Looks like he has today mapped out a bit differently though, or at least the other way round from your planning; when he put his arms around you and engulfing his lips in your neck, whilest you were in the mids of making breakfast featuring his fave muffins.

"What are you doing up and about already? I was planning on bringin' the birthday boy breakfast in bed."

"Woke up to the smell of something sweet, there was nothing holdin' me back".

"That right there is one of, or better said the thing I admire you for most.", you sighed; turning in his grip, now facing him with a content smile on your face; and a raised eyebrow on his.

"You're so transparently predictable.", "So, what you're sayin' is I've got no chance of surprisin' someone?"

"You don't stand a chance with me, at least". "Oh, I think it'll surprise you to learn that smell that woke me; I wasn't talkin' 'boot your bakingskills, although I'm sure they're gonna turn out sweet as well; but I meant my sweet hunny's perfume, nothing can top that; for me".

You were definitely blushing by now, and Oh boy; where you ever wrong, imagining he impossibly couldn't get you even wetter; than he already had. He knows you like the back of his hand.

You were completely at the mercy of his loving praising words, and boy; did he clearly know perfectly which effect that had on you, how he could make you melt and mould into him; just by being his typical soft and sweet self.

You just couldn't resist, so you just surrendered to him; there was nothing else you could have done, with the power he had over you.

"I believe a certain someone is so eager to unwrap his gift, so eager he can't wait till this evenin'."

"What you mean, hun?", "What I mean, is I wanna give you me; "But Hun, I already got you"...and with that I mean all of me, tonight."; "You mean...", "I mean...I'm ready when you are"; "You really sure?", "I've never felt so sure 'bout anythin' nor anyone, in my whole life."

"All I could 've asked for; you're my best present ever, nothing could ever top that; all of 'em combined!"