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[nashvillerose]

the viens.

[shittyfandomimagines]

Little Family

Okay so like... I want to have Shawn’s babies.

Word count: 1,570

Fluff. Cute fluff.

Creds to GIF owner

I felt like one of those blowfish, I mean I literally think I am one. My pregnant belly was pushed so far out since I’m due in 6 weeks, I mean I literally am about to pop.

I loved that my body was carrying my baby girl, I mean I will never hate that I’m swelled up because of the human in my belly. It’s just that I’m tired, beyond tired really. I don’t want to walk down the stairs, put my shoes on, and I definitely didn’t want Shawn to do everything for me.

I love that man more than humanly possible, but he is too sweet to me. He wants me to call him every time I’m ready to get out of the bed so he can help me. He wants to fetch my shoes and make sure they’re perfectly put on my feet. He brings me food and takes care of our toddler Rylan, I just miss being able to do these things.

When I had Rylan three years ago, I understood why Shawn was acting like he is now; it was my first baby, neither of us knew what to expect from the pregnancy. Trust me, I love that man and I love that he is so caring, but I want to feel like me.

I want to hold Rylan without Shawn freaking out that his weight is going to hurt me. I miss being able to tie my shoes without Shawn, which is a weird request but it was just something I did. I wish I could just have a second where I felt like I wasn’t a burden or an experiment who needed to be watched.

I let a puff of air escape my mouth as I roll off of the bed, my feet achingly hitting the ground. I walk to our closet and pull out some of my maternity jeans and shirt, I grab my bra off the door handle to the closet.

I take them back to the bed and then I sit down, I take my pajama shorts off and replace them with the jeans. I had to lay on the bed to even pull them up my legs, I found myself giggling at what I had to look like from a different perspective. I take my tank top off and try to clasp my bra on.

“What are you doing?” Shawn frantically comes to the bed to help me. “I’m putting on clothes so we can go to the doctor's office,” I state and he rolls his eyes. “I know that, but you didn’t call my name to help you.” He says as he takes the shirt out of my hands. I didn’t even answer his statement. He situated it to where I just had to put my arms through, then I put my head through the hole.

I did say anything as he did so, but soon after we hear footsteps running into the room. “Mama!” Rylan came running to me, I reach my arms out to where he could jump into them. He gets into my arms and I dramatically fall back. “Ry Ry. Who is mamas baby boy?” I ask as I was tickling his sides as he was laughing loudly. “Me!” He was kissing all over my face, it felt good to have him in my arms.

“Rylan, you know what I told you about being rough around mama and your sister.” Shawn was pulling him off of me, I started to feel my annoyance building up with me. I started to see Rylan putting his head down sadly. “Why don’t you go pick out some clothes Ry, I will come to help you in a minute. Okay?” I ask and he nods, I kiss his cheek and he starts to run out of the room.

“I think you’re being too hard on him Shawn, he’s still my baby too.” I cross my arms and Shawn slacks his shoulder. “I know but you’re due so soon and I don’t want you hurting yourself. You need to put her first because she’s inside your beautiful little stomach.” Shawn squats down to put his hands on my stomach and I put my hands on top of his.

“Yeah and Rylan was once in there, he’s my baby boy and I need to make sure he knows I still love him. You’re the only one taking care of him and I want to be his parent too.” I say while standing up, I go back to the closet to look at the shoe rack, I pick out some gray tennis shoes and I find some socks in a drawer. Shawn was standing there watching over me, per usual.

“Well, you aren’t being careful.” He groans and I feel myself snap a little inside. “Shawn, I don’t have time to be careless. You watch over me and make sure I’m not doing something dangerous. I can’t hold Rylan, I don’t get to put on my clothes, and I have to be bedridden because you freak out over everything.” I huff out and I see his face fall.

“I just wanted to be a good husband and father. I’m sorry to burden you.” He says sadly and I feel all my guilt build up. I walk past him and sit on the bed again.

I lift my leg as high as I can so I could slip my sock on, I haven’t really done this in a while. I could hardly pull on the sock up my swollen feet.

Shawn drops himself on the ground in front of me again. He pulls the sock further up and then slides the shoe on. He ties it quickly and the repeats himself with my left foot. I run my hand through his curls and he looks up at me.

“I’m sorry that I made you feel like you lost your independence.” He says and his brown eyes were sad and I rub his cheekbones. “You know I really appreciate you Shawn and I’m sorry I let my hormones take over, I know you’re trying so hard and that I do need to be careful. I do appreciate you.” I smile softly and he smiles too, he gets on his knees to be at eye level.

“You know I would do anything to make sure my family is safe. I love you.” He kisses my cheek and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck to pull him closer. “I love you more.” I kiss his lips and he was grinning big. “You’re so cute when you go from mom-ster to my sweet wife.” He mumbles and I push him back. “You nicknamed me a mom-ster?” I ask and he nods. “You’re an asshole.”

“Mama! Dada! I dressed myself!” Rylan comes running into the room. Shawn looks back and I look over, his outfit almost made me laugh. His pants were on backward and his shirt didn’t really match. He did put his socks on, but his shoes were on the wrong feet.

“Baby, you did so well! Sit up here with mommy and let me get a closer look.” I pat the bed beside me and he comes running over, Shawn boosts him up.

“I’ll go get another shirt. Arms up!” Shawn kisses my cheek and then moves over to Rylan. He lifts his arms and takes the shirt off. He gives Rylan a few strawberries on his stomach and he was laughing loudly. Shawn starts to jog off towards his room.

“Rylan, your pants are on backward. Wanna let mommy show you the right way?” I ask and he nods, he jumps off the bed and takes his blue jeans off. I turn them the right way and he sticks his legs in. “Good job baby boy, now do you wanna fix your shoes?” I ask and he nods. “Yeah, they’re hurting me, mama.” He says and I put him beside me on the bed. “That’s okay, mama will fix it,” I say and rearrange his shoes.

“Mama! We have the same shoes!” He yells as he jumps back on the floor, he gets down to my feet and starts poking at them. “I think daddy has some just like ours too, maybe when he comes back you can convince him to change his shoes,” I whisper and he nods quickly.

When Shawn enters, Ry was running over to him. “Dada, can you change shoes? Mama and I are matching, you gotta match!” He was jumping up and down, Shawn picks him up. “Ask mama if you think I should.” He kindly demands and Rylan looks at me. “Mama can dada match?” He asks and I nod.

“Let’s get your shirt on buddy so dada can get his shoes on too,” I say as Shawn hands me the shirt and puts Rylan back down. He lifts his arms and I put the shirt on.

“See, we're all one big matching family. When sissy is born we can get her matching shoes too.” Shawn walks over and Rylan giggles. “She’ll look just like mama,” Rylan says and my heart felt so happy. Shawn looked over at me with an adoring smile, it looked like he almost had some tears in his eyes.

“Yeah bubba, we’ll have a baby girl that looks like mama. We’ll be a big, matching family.”

[amelianamendes]

Have i ever the chance to suck Mendes

My hands would make there way through your brown golden curls. Holding the back of your head playing with individual curls kissing those soft plump lips my hands would trail down your neck as my lips follow in pursuit. My lips connect with yours as my hands find their way under your top and graze over those toned abs “take it off” i would whisper in your ear you hastily do so and stand back admiring modern art. I start kissing down your neck and each ab up until i reach your V.

I undo your belt slowly taking my time watching you wanting to escape i glide down your legs fabric in hand revealing your glorious masterpiece i stand back up hands continue to glide along the strong legs that keep you so firm i take my time to admire you. Your arms strong to protect. Your chest soft yet also firm to hold and keep near. Your legs sturdy ready to lift and of course your face i want to kiss forever and get lost in those eyes that hold paradise.

I’d take you to the bedroom and guide you to the edge of the bed I’d undress in front of you let you help if you wanted. Then I’d make my way towards you give you some sweet kisses then whisper “relax. You need a break gorgeous”

I’d bend down between your thighs and kiss the inside gently slowly making my way towards your cock already throbbing begging for attention i give some gentle loving kisses all over before i open my mouth and begin to take you. I go back and fourth licking you with my tongue. Tasting every inch. Not missing a single spot devouring you like a lolly pop. I glide out and bring your hand to your cock and ask you to cum. You cum on your fingers which i lick clean whilst cock warming. I then hold your face and begin to make out.

@thotmendes @theshawnmendesstorycollection @shawnsmoose

[brianc521]

There’s No Way

Him and his team think you’re playing hard to get. That you want to make them sweat a bit before you agree and extend your contract to open for the UK leg of the tour.

You’ve been with him for awhile now, touring, opening for him, becoming close with him.

This is what you did when they first asked you to be the opener, waited a little which is what lead to you getting your own bus and more merch being sold in the store. But this time around you aren’t playing hard to get. You’re waiting until your other contract is signed before you tell him.

You can’t do it anymore, you can’t be with this torture. He’s driving you insane, and it’s really starting to affect your personally.

It’s been this little cat and mouse game between the two of you. Shawn’s a big flirt, he’s a nervous flirt, but a big flirt. He’s been leaving you on the edge of your seat since you joined tour and as much as you hate it you love it.

“Hey pretty girl.” Shawn smirks, flopping on the couch, arm lazily draping over your shoulders.

You look over at him, heart rate picking up at his touch.

“What?” You sigh, looking down at your notebook.

“Andrew wanted me to ask how the reading of your new contract was coming?” He drops his chin to your shoulder, small puppy dog look in his hazelnut eyes.

“I’m not sure, haven’t spoken to my manager today.” You answer without looking at him.

“Are you okay?” He asks, fingers trailing over your arm, drawing little shapes.

“Yep.” You respond, not meaning to be so cold but not able to handle the heartbreak anymore.

“Y/n?” He whispered, brushing the hair off your shoulder. His soft breathing fanning your neck.

“Hmm?” You asked, eyes falling shut for a second, falling back into his trap.

“Are you upset with me?” He asks, and you look over into his sad eyes.

“No,” Your hollow voice responds.

“Then why haven’t I seen you this week, and when I have you won’t speak to me?” He asks, running his nose up and down your neck.

“Been busy,” You swallow thickly.

His phone buzzes and he sighs before pulling away. When he’s leaning forward, reading the email Andrew sent him you feel like you can finally breathe.

He’s intoxicating, and his simple touch makes everything around you melt away.

He huffs and you look over, letting your eyes trail over his figure and your eyes halt and widen at the purple bruise peeking out of his collar on the back of his neck. Your heart shatters, and you have to leave. You can’t sit next to him.

You stand, grabbing your notebook and purse ready to leave the green room.

“Hey, wait.” He looks over at your retreating figure.

“I have to go Shawn,” You wipe the small tear from the corner of your eye.

“No please, I want to talk to you.”

“No Shawn, I can’t do this anymore.”

He blanches, heart picking up in fear. “Do what?” He breathes out.

“Can’t sit here and talk to you about your soul, and what you think love is, and how you want to have your heart broken. Because it sucks Shawn, having your heart broken sucks and I don’t wish it on anyone and I especially don’t wish it on you.”

With that you rush out of the room, heading down to your bus and far away from him.

Shawn sits stunned, he gapes at where you were standing as his heart pounds loudly in his chest.

Jet lag is a bitch but it’s okay this time around, now that Shawn’s here to keep you company.

Over this last flight and round of shows you two started to get close, liking the fact that someone else your age is around and understands.

He’s so interesting, the way he sees things, hears things, thinks of things. It’s so interesting to get his point of view, because it opens your eyes to his world.

“So why do you want your heartbroken?” You ask softly, picking at the edge of the pillow you were leaning on.

“To write a killer album.” He chuckles, but you just stare at him, not believing that it’s his whole answer. He notices you stare and takes in a deep breath. “Because to be heartbroken is to be loved. Or to have been in love. I don’t think I have been, puppy love maybe. You know the high school stuff, but not actually in love. Not the raw, real, love you know?”

“Yeah I get that. But if I’m gonna fall in love, I’d rather not get heartbroken.”

“Yeah being heartbroken isn’t ideal, but I think I say that because I’d like to know that feeling of love. Like my fans love me, my family and friends love me, but I want to know what being IN love with someone is like.”

“Well whoever breaks your heart will feel the wrath of all of your fans.”

He giggles, shaking his head making his curls flop before settling.

“I think it’ll age my soul,” He tosses his guitar pick up in the air, catching it and doing it again.

He sits and lets your past conversations run through his head before Andrew was bounding in the room, taking him off to sound check.

**

It’s the night of the last show, and Shawn’s been trying to have a moment of your time all day. He wants to talk, he wants to ask you questions, he wants answers.

“Y/n,” He calls when he spots you down the hall with a stagehand, conversing about a guitar change in your set.

You turn and look at him at him over your shoulder and panic a bit. He’s jogging towards you and when he makes it to you you have nowhere to go anymore.

“I need to steal her for a second.” He speaks from behind you.

“Of course, have a good show.” The stagehand bids to you both and returning back his work.

“What’s up Shawn?”

“I want to talk about what you said a few days ago.” He said pulling you into his dressing room.

“Okay, but I don’t have much time.”

“That’s bullshit and we both know it. You’re free till the show, I even checked with your manager. Ran into him before his meeting with Andrew and found out you’ve been free all day, but told me you were busy.”

You sigh, shaking your head.

“Y/n, why have you been so weird lately?” He asks before his phone goes off, Andrew’s name flashing across the screen. “Give me a minute,” He says holding his hand up at you while he answers his phone. “No going anywhere like last time.”

“I’m busy,” He says as he answers.

You can’t hear Andrew, but you do know what that meeting was about so you know what this call was. Shawn’s eyes go wide, snapping to you as his mouth drops and face pales.

“This is a joke,” He mumbles and you wince at the sound of his voice. “Y/n?” He says as you look away. “Y/n!” His voice grows louder.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper, wanting to curl in on yourself.

“What do you mean you aren’t extending? Why? Why not? What?” He’s stuttering, mainly because he doesn’t understand. “That means that tonight's-,”

“Tonight's my last show.” You nod softly.

“No!” He shakes his head. “No, wait let’s talk about this.”

By now he’s hung up on Andrew and he’s a pleading man in front of you.

“There is nothing to talk about Shawn,”

“Yes there is!”

“What? What is there to say?”

“You could start with why?” He laughs desperately.

“Because I have feelings for you Shawn,” You snap at him. “I have feelings for you and I can’t work with you and be with you all the time knowing you don’t feel the same. It’s torture, it is constant torture.”

“How do you know I don’t feel the same?” His brows furrow.

“Because since the day I met you I haven’t been able to get you off my mind, I can not even think of seeing someone else because they aren’t you.” You sigh, taking a seat making him follow. “And for awhile I wondered if you felt the same.”

“But you don’t anymore?” He asks softly.

“No I don’t.” You shake your head. “When we started tour you flirted all the time, and we had these little moments. Backstage after shows, after a circle with the bands we’d have little moments where you’d lean and I’d lean in, but then one of your girls would come skipping in and poof, our moment was gone.” You wipe your eye. “That’s how I know you don’t feel the same. Because if you did feel the same you wouldn’t be having hookups, you wouldn’t come walking by with hickeys on your neck, or have girls come backstage, into our safe zone from the strangers around us.”

He’s at a loss for words. And is trying to form his thoughts but is struggling because he can see how hurt you are, and how he’s the one who’s done that damage.

“I do have feelings for you,” He mumbles.

“There’s no way this is gonna work,” You shake your head. “Even if the feelings are mutual, you aren’t ready for this the way I am.”

“Yes I am,” He defends.

“Then why did you go out with that blonde last night, and why are you talking with models, and why are you sneaking girls in and out of your room when we’re at hotels?” You demand, he looks away. “If you say it was to make me jealous that just proves my point, because this isn’t high school Shawn. This isn’t a drama show, and you’re pure and soft, yes. But you say it yourself, your songs are your truth. We both know you live it.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “You can’t tell me that just because I’ve been with other girls that we can’t be together.” He pouts.

“We can’t count out the future, because we don’t know what’s to come. But I can count out right now, because right now you’ve broken my heart.”

He deflates, shoulders slumping and lips frowning.

“I’ve what?” He shakes out.

“I’ve had my heart broken by the biggest heart throb, and oh my god it hurts. It hurts to see you happy and it hurts so much when you walk in all put together going ‘Hey pretty girl’.”

His breathing has picked up, because now with the way you are speaking it’s making him scared that you are really leaving.

“Can we work on this? Just give me some time to fix this, to help put your heart back together.”

“I don’t have time,” You stand, wiping off your jeans.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m going on tour with someone else, I leave in a week.”

His heart stops. “You’re really leaving?”

“I’m sorry, but I need to take some time for myself. I need to rebuild myself.”

He’s tugging at his curls, shaking his head as his eyes get watery.

“Shawn,” You touch his arm, grabbing his attention. “Right now, there’s no way.”

He nods, bottom lip trapped between his teeth.

“There’s just no way it would work, we aren’t ready. We may be meant to be, but we aren’t ready right now. You have life you want to live, so do I. And as much as I’d like to live it with you, it won’t be healthy. We’ll end up hating and resenting each other and I don’t want to lose you.”

He looks confused, “I don’t want to lose you either, but you’re leaving, so I already am.”

“No,” You shake your head. “I’m not extending, I’m still working but with a different team. But you aren’t losing me. I might be gone for awhile, but I’d like to know that if I needed you you’d be there.”

“I would be.” He nods quickly.

“So will I.” You agree.

“So,” He looks at you. “Not right now, but in the future?” He makes sure he’s understanding.

“Exactly.”

[1-800-sassy-mendes]

No Rush

Summary: You’re not ready to have sex yet and Shawn doesn’t know and he thinks there’s something wrong with what he’s doing

a/n: SOOO I have been planning on writing this a long time ago and I finally have. this is dedicated to @firsttimeihadsomethingtolose!! I HOPE THIS LIVED UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS JASMINE I LOVE YA

“I have an early day tomorrow, I better get going.“ You pulled away from his lips that was just on yours. You had dinner at his place and just had a few drinks while just talking. And that lead to making out. Shawn got off the top of you to pick up his shirt that was now laying on the floor while you fixed your hair. The two of you has been dating for quite a while now and he’s not rushing to have sex. But he obviously wanted you and the make out session gets so heated that it seems like it’ll lead to sex. Until you pull away and makes an excuse. He was starting to think that something is wrong with what he’s doing or you don’t like him anymore.

“Y/n,” Shawn called out. “Is there something wrong?” He couldn’t keep quiet anymore, he had to say something about how he felt.

You looked at him, he was looking at you while buttoning his shirt back up. You were confused why he said that. “Ofcourse there’s nothing wrong, Shawn.”

Shawn knew you well enough that he knew you were gonna say that. Shawn is a very empathetic person, but he can’t read minds. It was frustrating and it bothered him that you think there’s nothing wrong. “Yes, there is, y/n! We make out and then I do something and we just stop and you make an excuse up! Tell me if I’m doing something wrong, because it’s not about me feeling good. It’s about you.” You were taken a back for a little bit, Shawn didn’t mean to raise his voice or confront you about it. Being in downtown Toronto, his apartment was never quiet but at that instance, the awkward silence that enveloped the both of you drowned out the sounds of the city. The both of you avoided each other’s looks for a solid couple minutes. It was the longest 2 minutes of Shawn’s life.

“You’re not doing anything wrong. Believe me.” You squeaked. “It’s me. Lord God, you’re perfect in every single way.” “I’m not trying to rush you or force you or anything, but I wanna know why you keep on making excuses.” Shawn felt stupid saying that, but he had to. You yelled out in one breathe, “I’ve only had sex with one guy in my life and I thought it’d be a big deal to you!”

Shawn looked at you while you looked straight ahead at the tv screen. He was dumb founded as to why you thought that. “Why would you think that?” He whispered. “Oh, c'mon Shawn. I’ve been on tour with you. Your staff talks. You’re a rockstar, for goodness sake,” You kept on talking about the tour–Where ever you went, the staff would be whispering about Shawn’s past hook ups. It was impossible to not know. “Do I look like that type of guy?” Shawn cut off your monologue, he couldn’t believe it. He was seriously thinking that he wouldn’t have a girlfriend by the end of tomorrow.

You looked at him when you heard him say that. It dawned on you how he probably took what you were saying. “Shawn, no. Definitely not! The last guy I was with, he thought that having so and so many partners was a big deal. He found out he was my first, he liked it at first. You know, having that much power and the fact that I had given myself to him. But after so long, he changed his mind.” Shawn’s brown eyes just stared at you, listening intently while you talked. “You’re not anything like him. Believe me, you’re perfect. I just… I don’t want you to change your mind about me if I gave myself to you.”

Shawn was speechless at first, his thoughts going wild. He thought how much of an asshole your ex was. He thought that there was nothing wrong with how you felt and it was perfectly normal. He thought, “Why didn’t you tell me?” “Shawn, I thought I would lose you if I did, I didn’t know how you would react.” You look down at your hands, Shawn saw the gesture and scooted closer on the couch to be closer to you. Shawn really didn’t know how to react towards it. But he was sure how he felt. He respected you, he felt special that he mattered enough to you to tell him and not just break up with him. He felt that sitting right there confirmed what he thought he has been feeling lately, she was the one. He loved her and she didn’t even know.

He thought about confessing what he feels but instead he said, “We don’t have to have sex until you’re ready, not all romantic relationships are based on sex. I told you earlier, I’m not rushing you.”

[nashvillerose]

these pictures >>>>

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hi rockstar

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ARE U KIDDING ME

[nashvillerose]

just listen to the way he’s says walk cause i screamed...“when i wALk through the door”

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hello gorgeous

[nashvillerose]

what are your assumptions about me??

[nashvillerose]

whole heartedly in love with shawn mendes. i think i’d risk it all for that man.

[nashvillerose]

remember when shawn said he was first truly star struck by adam sandler and now he’s on SNL with him ahah wtf

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SOUND UP! LOL

[nashvillerose]

shawn mendes you are one hot piece of ass but also an adorable cutie and idk I love you.

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particular taste!