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Dating Shawn Mendes - Headcannons

dating shawn mendes would include:

  • singing to you when you can’t sleep
  • 80% of his songs being about you
  • watching him work out
  • when he doesn’t have to get up early, u can bet you’re staying in bed with him the wHoLE morning
  • trying to cook something as simple as pasta but somehow burning it??
  • bLoWinG kiSsES aT YOu annd vise versa
  • ranting to you about how canada is so much better than any other country
  • trying to teach you how to play guitar
  • when he’s really tired he becomes a koala
  • head in your neck ((if u have a ticklish neck this will be hell for u))
  • his hair would kind of be across the bottom of your cheeks and in your neck and just kind of everywhere but its like REALLY ok bc his hair can stop wars
  • his lips would press to your neck during these cuddling sessions
  • his long eyelashes laying on his cheeks
  • his hair would be curlier and messier than normal
  • his skin would be kind of hot too like not warm but burning
  • he wouldn’t let u go while your sleeping either
  • he would groan if u had to leave
  • hIS GrOGGy aSS vOiCE
  • after like a month of dating and spending a lot of time together he would want you to meet his family bc they mean a lot to him but so do u and he is so proud to have found someone like u awwww
  • before he kisses you his BIG ASS HANDs would hold you face or your cheeks
  • i feel like he’s the jealous type
  • and because he’s a leo,,, he wants to be the ‘dominant’ one in the relationship whatever tf that means
  • tracing his tattoos oH LORd
  • homeboy can’t keep his hands to himself when he’s in the mood ;)
  • your friends would send him videos of u singing his songs and he would have THE MOST smug smile on his face
  • bc his gf/bf is whipped for him
  • jk
  • no probs
  • when he comes home y’all are attached at the hip for the first three days
  • telling u all the places he wants to take u some day
  • he’d be a boyfriend that would get u a promise ring bc he’s still pretty young and i feel like getting married would be;; responsible and he still wants to be young and reckless with you
  • bc he’s a giant he would sweep u off your feet a lot and carry u around no matter what size you are
  • when stuff gets intense ;) his eyes would b SUPER wide and kind of innocent looking oh lord help me after i write these
  • and his lips would pinker than normal and swollen
  • he’d breathing heavy fuehwijdks
  • his hair would be scattered in all different directions
  • god he’s a sight to look at
  • he would send u funny videos of himself when he’s on tour and away from u
  • screaming lyrics in his jeep
  • dancing together in the kitchen, bedroom, stage, bus, hotel, or anywhere really at like 2 AM
  • he would be so good to you and everyone could see that
  • and he would love you so much
  • he’s just not human and i love my baby boy ok bye this was really long,, you’re welcome…

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The Bus Smut

Summary: While on the TATINOF american tour bus, Dan convinces Phil to leave their own private bunks in the middle of the night to spend the night in the “forbidden bedroom” at the back of the bus. But, spending the night together innocently isn’t what Dan has in mind. Add a suspicious unnamed tour manager and a bumpy road and things get interesting. 

Pairing: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Daddy kink, rimming, blowjobs, unprotected consensual sex

“Bye guys!” I smile, Dan smiles, waving at the enormous crowd ahead of us, flashing lights and squeals bombarding us.

We walk off the stage, and once my eyes adjust to the significantly darker lighting backstage, I suddenly become aware of Dan’s erratic behavior. He grimaces at every person who walks past us, pulling off his gold show-jacket as he speed walks into the dressing room.

“Dan?” I yell at him through the people, running after him.

He doesn’t stop, plowing past staff.


He slams the dressing room door in my face, and before I can say anything, I hear the lock click.

“Dan? Come on, what the hell is going on?” I pound on the door.

I stand there for a few minutes, assuring all the staff that he’s fine. I make up a lie about him having a stomache ache, and the stage lights made it worse.

I eventually sink to the floor, giving up my fight, talking to him through the door. I gasp for air, my lungs still not adjusting to the extremely high altitude of Colorado. Mile High City indeed.

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Beastly Beautiful | Jeonghan | Ch.5

Genre: Romance, Drama, Slice of Life (SoL), AU!Jeonghan, Elite!Jeonghan

Word Count: 3.4k+

A/N: my angels who waited for so long, here’s ch.5! again, I’m sorry this took long, school’s been busy and i’ve finally mustered up the courage to write even though less ppl read this. It’s for you! ^^ enjoy!

Summary: Two different people, two different personalities, yet destiny brings them together.

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5

Originally posted by 12fools

“I see you’ve grown into a handsome young man.”

“I’m going for a swim later.” Jeonghan called out to Mr. Ryu. “Prepare my towel and shampoo.”

It was another day at the Yoon Manor and Jeonghan fully recovered from his bruises he had from a few weeks prior. Seeing him almost everyday made you more and more flustered around him. Ever since that day that he opened up to you and slowly, he was showing you more sides him you never knew he had. There were times were he would be cranky and annoying but mostly he was rather… attractive.

Jeonghan on the other hand, was gradually used to seeing you around as well. He used to be so irked out whenever he saw you, but as time passed, he found himself looking at you more. He didn’t realise how pretty you actually were, how kind you were and your patience on him was beyond this world. Sometimes he smiled unknowingly and got caught by his servants, which he immediately frowned at them and denied he was smiling at you.

“Very well Young master.” Mr Ryu bowed as he took his leave, only to be interrupted by Jeonghan once again.

“Oh and ask Y/N to join me. Bring some desserts as well.”

“Very well.”

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ao3 link

summary: There’s an ampersand glowing on top of their bookshelf and seven years between the two of them. He wants to give Phil everything. Or the cloyingly nostalgic proposal fic.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: swearing?? really this is just pure

notes: hi enjoy the quickest fic i have ever written (i wrote it in a night). i am a sap. that is all.

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anonymous asked:

You have probably made a post on this but could you link me or let me know your opinion on tour bus beds and them sharing a bed at the apartment please x

yes!!! i’ve written about that here :) that answer is more focused on their bedrooms at home. regarding the tour: i think the whole thing w dan losing a rock-paper-scissors battle and therefore being kicked out of the tour bus bedroom was bogus, and so overwrought as to be a kind of tongue-in-cheek joke for people who know really anything about dnp’s full story. the corresponding scene in the documentary is 100 percent staged. in case that wasn’t obvious there are even some clear continuity errors in the way that it’s edited (the pillows in the background change from the first part to the actual rock paper scissors battle. phil’s shoes disappear. etc.) it’s also thoroughly counteracted by the fact that they chose to also put in a clip of themselves lying in bed together while phil was sick, complete with dan playing with phil’s hair, as well as the somewhat less obvious shot of the bedroom door being decorated with a dnp cross-stitch. idk how they thought anyone would believe that dan squeezed his giant frame into a bunk that is actually shorter than he is, but i also don’t think they tried all that hard in making it believable–bc it’s just not. to me it just seemed like a big joke mostly aimed at thwarting casual or new viewers who might be watching their films and entertaining the classic questions about their relationship status. 

Falling apart without you - imagines

*Harry’s POV*

I don’t know why this time was any different from the others. I had done this for 5 years. From the age of 16 this is all I have known, touring, performing and spending endless nights in the tour bus and at different hotel rooms. This was my life, my career and my dream. So why is it that now I am feeling so panicked about being away from home?

For the last hour and a half I have been locked in the tour bus bedroom, curled up in a ball on my bed and taking in short, sharp breaths that did little to satisfy my need for oxygen. I was on the verge of a panic attack, on the edge of falling in to a complete state of hysteria while I attempted to catch my breath and bring myself back to sanity. The boys were still out, they had gone to dinner hours ago, offering me a place at the table but I had turned it down. I wasn’t hungry and hadn’t been for days, the most I had eaten was a bowl of soup and even that made me feel sick. The boys had noticed that something was wrong but they were yet to say anything.

As the first tear slipped down my cheek the door of the bus was loudly thrown open and three distinct voices broke my silence.

“Harry?” Louis called. I said nothing.

“Mate we brought you back some food if you are hungry” he said, as someone closed the door and another kicked off their shoes. They would find me in a minute. They would come bundling through the door into the bedroom and find their friend curled up in a ball on his bed, his cheeks tear stained and his voice hoarse.

“Harry?” Louis said as he pushed back the door to the bedroom and blinded me with the sliver of light. He was quite for a moment, observing my breathless form before he placed the bag on the floor and came to my side.

“Mate what’s wrong?” He asked, crouching down beside my bed and tilting his head to the side. I never understood why people did that, tilt their head to the side when someone in front of them is upset or hurting. How does it help? Do they think that by changing the angle of their head, the thoughts of their upset friend will suddenly become clear to them, like writing on a wall? Or is it sympathy? I wasn’t sure.

I opened my mouth to speak but instead let out a soft hiccup before the tears started to fall faster. By now Liam and Niall had walked in as well and were standing behind Louis, looking at me with worried eyes and folded arms. They stayed quite.

“I-I don’t k-know, I j-just feel s-so down and sad all t-the time” I said, the sentence broken up by a series of hiccups and soft sobs. I sniffed and wiped a hand across my cheek, catching several falling teardrops in the process but they were quickly replaced by fresh ones.

Louis looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and a frown on his lips. He breathed out and sighed before speaking.

“It’s because of her isn’t it” he said, more of a statement than a question.

Her. My Y/N. Of course it was because of her. My girl was left behind, I left her behind at home while I jetted off across the globe, living the life so few would ever be able to experience. But I had never been away from her for this long. 3 months. 3 months with only phone calls, text messages and Skype dates to keep my endless longing for her at bay. But it isn’t enough. Nothing is. The only way I will ever have my longing for her fulfilled is if she is in my arms, lying beside me at night sound asleep while I gaze at her beautiful face. Sleep is easy when she is beside me. Breathing is easy when she is holding my hand. Living is easy when I have lips whispering soft ‘I love you’s’ when she thinks no one else is listening. But when she isn’t by my side, sleeping is impossible, breathing hurts and living becomes a chore. How can I exist when the only thing that keeps me alive is asleep in our bed alone. The time ahead frightened me as well. I had another 4 months of this. 4 months away from her. 7 months in total. It was almost an entire year. I would miss her birthday, Valentine’s Day and half of her holiday from university.

I began to sob harder.

The boys looked at me like I was a bird with a broken wing, they wanted to help but they didn’t know how. How could they, when even I wasn’t sure how to help myself. No one could help me now. No one but her.

*Louis’s POV*

I don’t think I will ever be able to understand what Harry is going through, there are few who will. It is rare that you find the one person you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with at such a young age. Yet here he was, my best friend, completely and utterly in love with an amazing girl. He has been happier since he met her, he smiles more, laughs more and generally just has a much more positive attitude towards life. That is, until she isn’t by his side. When they are apart his body grinds to a halt. All the joy that previously oozed from his every pore seems to be sucked away, replaced by a longing for the one person everyone knows he truly wants to be with for the rest of his days. I knew this was coming of course. It was only a matter of time before everything he had been bottling up exploded in a mess of tears, cries and silence.

I noticed it first a week ago, when he slowly started to lose his appetite. He would eat small mouthfuls of the food that was put in front of him but would push his plate away half finished, a disgusted look on his face. I took it personally at first, thinking he didn’t like what I had cooked, but when he started doing it with the meals he was making, I knew something was wrong.

I couldn’t imaging her doing any better. Harry was her lifeline, her guardian, her everything. I could picture her, lying in bed in one of Harry’s t-shirts, holding his pillow close to her at night as she fought to fall asleep, only to open her eyes hours later and sighing as once again, she would be subjected to another restless night. Harry was the same, tossing and turning in his bunk and sighing when his eyes refused to closed.

But we needed our boy back. We needed happy, well rested and complete Harry. Not tired, sad and hungry Harry. We needed our fourth member and there was only one person who would be able to bring him back.

*Liam’s POV*

Louis only had to look at me once and I knew exactly what what was going through his head. I nodded and he looked back at Harry. Niall patted me on the back and I excused myself into the living room of the bus, pulling my phone from my jeans pocket and dialling her number. I made sure to keep my voice down, this would only work if Harry didn’t know.

She picked up in 4 rings.

“Liam? Is everything ok?” She asked, her voiced laced with exhaustion and it was only now I realised the time difference, it would be 4 in the morning at home.

“Shit, sorry I didn’t even think about the time difference, where you asleep?” I asked.

“No”. She sighed.

“Listen, we need you out here, Harry needs you out here” I said, running a hand through my hair and breathing out gently. She sighed.

“Liam you have no idea how much I want to be there but I can’t with work, I need this job before I go back to uni in 3 weeks. I need the money”. She said.

“Y/N please. Harry is falling apart without you, he needs you here”.

“And you don’t think I’m falling apart without him? I can’t Liam, I need this money”.

“What if we gave you a job on tour for a couple of weeks? You could help Lou out with hair and make-up and that way you could be here with Harry and earn money at the same time”.

She paused.

“I don’t know Liam..”

“Please Y/N, he needs you”.

That was all it took for her to agree.

*Harry’s POV*

I was beyond concerned now. Y/N hadn’t been answering her phone for nearly 6 hours, I had called, text her and messaged her on Skype but each attempt when unanswered. She hadn’t even read my messages. There was a small part of me, deep down, that feared the worst. Feared that my girl had been taken away from me by some drunk driver. But then, wouldn’t I have heard from the hospital, her family, anyone? Someone would have called me, her boyfriend of 3 years. No. She is alive. That I am certain of. I just don’t know where she is, and that terrifies me.

I paced back and forth in the dressing room, the corner of my phone pressed to my lips as I waited in vain for it to ring, for her voice to flow down the line and for her to tell me that she is fine and I shouldn’t worry. But nothing. Six hours became seven, which then became 8 and by now, I was borderline hysterical. The number of unanswered calls had reached 100 and the texts were beyond count. Why isn’t she answering me? I would have cried if I had any tears left to shed, by I had run dry after last night. The boys sat with me for three hours while I sobbed and pleaded for them to get Y/N out here, only to have Liam inform me of what I already knew. She had a job, and university in three weeks. She wouldn’t have time to come out. That made me cry harder.

There was a knock on the door and I mumbled a quite ‘come in’, still packing back and forth and running my hands through my hair. Lou was going to have fun trying to sort it out for the show tonight.

Niall stuck his head around the door.

“Mate, Lou’s ready for you now” he said with a huge smile. I frowned at him.

“What you looking so happy about?” I asked, slightly jealous of his clear joy while my world was falling apart around me.

“Nothing” he said with a quick shrug before shooting me another smile and walking away, leaving the door slightly open. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair once more, before heading down the hall to hair and make-up. I kept a tight grip on my phone, in case Y/N tried to get in contact.

I threw the door open carelessly and kept my head down, eyes cast on the ground, as I trudged across the room and sat in the chair. I looked at my phone once more. Nothing.

“Wow, what got you all in a huff” she said. But it wasn’t Lou. It wasn’t any of the stylists. It was a voice that had the power to build me up, break me down and have me a moaning mess within seconds. It was the voice of an angel. My angel. And she was here. My head shot up and I looked in the mirror, only to find my girl standing behind me with a hairbrush and hairspray in her hand, a bright smile adorning her perfect face. I was lost for words.

“So Harry, what can I do for you?” She beamed. That was enough, I was on my feet before the end of the sentence, the chair flung to the side and forgotten as I took my girl in my arms, holding her slender body tight against mine and I buried my face in her neck. She dropped the brush and hairspray and wrapped her arms around my torso.

“Oh god, oh god oh god” I mumbled into her hair, kissing her neck, her cheek the top of her head, everywhere my lips could reach I pressed a kiss.

“Oh god baby, I missed you so much. What are you doing here? You said you had work” I rambled. She pulled away and looked me in the eye, her arms keeping a firm grip around my waist.

“Liam gave me a job as Lou’s assistant for the next three weeks, so I’m going to be here until uni starts” she said, her fingers gently tracing my cheeks and running through my hair. I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy. I moaned and pressed my lips firmly against hers. Our lips moved together until we were interrupted by the door opening. The boys popped their head around the door and smiled at us. Louis winked.

“You can thank us later” he smiled, before they disappeared again and closed the door.

Y/N and I laughed before he lips were back on mine.


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Stockholm Syndrome;

Stockholm syndrome: feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.

Genre: Abduction AU

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader x Namjoon

A/N: I’m finnaly done with exams so i’ll be able to post more regulary during this next two weeks^^

Summary: In a life of luxury it’s hard to find fault, nothing could go wrong, at least that’s what you thought. Models have stalkers, it’s common but what if that one specific stalker begins to act on his obsession? All Hoseok ever wanted was your picture but now he wants so much more, he wants you, all to himself. 

>> Part.1 | Part.2 <<

“Excuse me, Miss.Y/L/N?” there was a tap on your shoulder, and when you turned around you found a dark haired male before you, “-You dropped your phone” he extends his palm out with your phone in hand.

“Oh my gosh… thank you so much” you never even realised you dropped it to begin with but luckily he found it, “You’re a lifesaver” you thank him again, about to walk away when he speaks up, this time asking you if he could get a picture.

“Sure,” you say with a bright smile, posing for one or two shots before you bid him goodbye but just like before he speaks up causing you to turn around once again,

“You’re really beautiful,” he says whilst looking at what must be your picture, “Thank you” you blush slightly because you found him kinda cute for a photographer “No really-” he continues with his set of commentary “–No wonder you’re a model… your smile is really-”

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