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Yours (Shawn Mendes)

A/N; I hate this, I just really needed something to post and I kinda feel like a forcing myself to play this but I hope you like it anyway? also i had no idea what to call this.

Warnings; none

Synopsis; nothing better than some dancing on a Saturday evening.

(picture has little to no relevance to the writing)


This was a normal Saturday night for two of you, only when Shawn was home of course. Both of your limbs tangled together as you lay on the white couch in the living room of your shared condo. The TV showing a random hockey game that was on at the time and two plates sat on the coffee table from the dinner you had previously finished.

Out the window, a thick layer of fog covered the city making the CN tower invisible, the sky grey with clouds as rain drops patted against the large glass windows. The cold looking atmosphere outside contrasting to the warm and cozy feeling inside of the apartment. Shawn’s heart beat was steady against your ear as your rested your head against his chest, his arms around you, making you feel warm and protected when one of his large hands made its way under your (his) hoodie , rubbing comforting circles on your back. His touch sent shivers down your spine, yet your body felt significantly warmer at the skin on skin contact.

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Keep It On

This goes out to @illumninate I hope you like this lol. 

Imagine: Shawn reacting to you wearing that polka dot shirt 🙃 


The jar of tomato sauce slipped from your hands and onto the counter, sauce spilling all over you and onto the floor. 


You scramble to get a dishrag to clean up the offending sauce before you disrobe and toss your stained garments into the wash. You’re literally running through the house topless in your underwear to make your way into the bedroom to find something to cover up. Shawn’s duffel bag is still at the foot of the bed, open but untouched. Laying on top was the dark button up shirt, the one with the polka dots, that you liked a lot

“Why the hell not?” you ask yourself before taking it out of the bag and putting it on, buttoning only a couple buttons down the middle. Then you’re off back to the kitchen to finish making dinner and hopefully not make another mess this time. 

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Rosy Cheeks (Shawn Mendes

A/N; okay I’ve been working on this for a while and it’s still turned out shit but I hope you enjoy anyways xox

Warnings; None? Just fluff and maybe some occasional swearing?

(Picture is only mildly to do with it)


After months of touring and what seemed like endless promo, it was safe to say that your boyfriend Shawn deserved a break.

It’d come up in a conversation with Shawn’s family a couple weeks ago that they were going on vacation to Mexico, and since they had invited one of Aaliyah’s friends to go with them they were more than happy to invite you. 

Of course you said yes, you loved spending time with Shawn’s family, and since you had been away for a few months joining Shawn on tour you thought it would be a good opportunity to catch up with his mum and sister (and dad of course, you can’t forget about Manny).

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Bravery is more powerful than perfection
Is this something you sense?
Your tangled thoughts being silenced
Is worth not taking a chance?

Bravery is more difficult than perfection
Is this something you find?
Painting the entire canvas
Is harder than colouring between the lines

Bravery is more honest than perfection
Is this something you rejoice?
While the world demands perfection
Being brave frees your voice

Bravery is more creative than perfection
Is this something you know?
The fear of failure stilling your pen
Keeps your inner world from being shown

Bravery is more beautiful than perfection 
Is this something you see?
Facing the world as your flawed self
Is the most beautiful you can be

—  Bravery > Perfection
That’s Not The Point

Prompt Requests: 
24: You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.
25: You’re mine. I don’t share.
26: Just shut up and kiss me. 

Dad!Shawn fluff! 

This goes out to @dumbshawnblog for all of the dad!shawn inspo 😘 

It’s the middle of Spring, so the weather is at a point where it’s just about right. On this particular Saturday it was beautiful out with the sun peeking through the clouds and a light breeze passing by. As you pulled into the parking lot you could see the rest of Amelia’s classmates and accompanying parents on the beach.

“You ready for this?” Shawn asks from the passenger seat. The sun hat you got him as a joke adorned the top of his head and his eyes were framed by a pair of black Ray Bans. Such a dad. In the back seat, Amelia was already anxious to get out and she made sure to let the two of you know.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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“..tenderly they turned to dust, all that I adored.” -The Things We Lost in the Fire, Bastille.

Virgil tried to save Roman, but time was not in his favor.


(I really have no way to explain this but I got an inspiration spike from a song I listen to almost daily, and thus some prinxiety angst was born! There is no backstory for this so you are free to think of one as you wish.)

( @anxiousangelvirgil I hope it is okay to tag you in this 🖤 )

And for everybody commenting… No Thanos had no part in this I haven`t even seen infinity war… sorry lol

Gorgeous (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: This is just an idea i came up with at 2am the other day and wrote it in 30 mins so sorry if its shitty… also sorry its short, i tried

Warnings: None? Just a bunch of fluff

“Finally!” You huffed out in relief as Shawn made his way out onto the balcony of your shared apartment, blanket in hand and hair still slightly damp from the shower he had just had.

“What took you so long?” You questioned, curious as to why he’d spent way over an hour doing something that would normally take under 20 mins.

“Andrew called” He stepped slightly closer to you, unraveling the blanket in his hands, “just wanted to check if i knew about all the interviews and promo next week” he said flatly, clearly unpleased at the amount of promo he has scheduled for the following week. He knew it was only Monday, but he also knew that before he knew it he would be up at 5am every morning and not hime again until around 10pm the same night.

You let out a light giggle as he flops down on the couch next to you, cocooning you both in the blanket.

Despite the crackles in the fire pit, the warmth radiating from it and your (Shawn’s) hoodie thats dropped over your shoulders , there was still a slight breeze and chill in the air.

“Thanks” You sighed, cuddling up against him, laying your cheek against his side.

One of his muscular arms found its way around your shoulders, him leaning further into you and leaving a light kiss on your temple.

The newly found silence between you two was comforting. The only sound heard being the crackling of the fire pit and occasional sound of traffic from the streets below you as you sit together watching the sun set. The sky turning beautiful shades of orange, pink and red.
“Its gorgeous” You whisper, referring to the sunset, turning your head to look at him, just to find him already staring. His gaze filled with adoration, warmth, and love.

“Not as gorgeous as you though” His voice was soft as he spoke, and you felt you cheeks heating up as you hid you face further into his side,a failed attempt to hide your blushing cheeks.

“Stooooop” You whined, hitting his chest lightly as he took it as an opportunity to bring his hand up and inter whine it with yours, placing it against his heartbeat, something he always does when you share moments lime these.

“But I’m telling the truth baby” His hand unconnected from yours trying his best to get you to look at him, gently grabbing your chin in attempt to pull your face away from his side. “Hey, look at me” He pleaded, smiling when your finally gave in, pulling away from him slightly.
“So damn beautiful” He murmured, placing a sweet kiss on your lips, before pulling away and speaking again, “I love you so bloody much Y/N”

“And I love you so bloody much too, Shawn” You sighed contently, his arms wrapping securely around you and you allowed your self to melt into his body, reconnecting your lips with his. This time with a lot more passion than before.

However he pulled away quickly “Don’t forget your gorgeous” he stated, before leaning back into you lips, those 4 words lingering in your brain as you focussed on the feeling on his lips agains yours.


Taking the form of a person, this spread is meant to remind ourselves to practice self care, and be a little softer, kinder, and gentler with ourselves.

Feel free to use, but tag me if you do! I hope you find it as enlightening as I did.

The tarot featured here are the “seventh sphere” tarot by Labyrinthos!
Flannel (Luke smut)

Summary: basically just making out with sleepy/morning!Luke whilst wearing his clothes…and a little something else 

Warnings: this morphs into smut! 

Word count: 1.4k 

A/N: you can blame @starryclem for this one. We ended up chatting about making out with Luke whilst wearing his clothes and then this baby was born…. I hope you enjoy it! ;)

Originally posted by http-erikaxo

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Luke’s grip on your waist felt warm, his slender digits applying a firm pressure to keep you held in place. Your arms rested on his shoulders, hands draped around the back of his neck to allow your fingers to loop through his hair. Twirling the silky strands between your fingertips, you nudged your mouth back against his.

His lips were soft - slightly puffy from the past few minutes of hurried kisses. Hands squeezing your hips, Luke bit against your bottom lip, eliciting a small moan from your breathless mouth. Seizing the new access to your mouth, you felt his tongue slip inside a moment later.

As you continued to furiously make out, your couldn’t help but smile against his mouth. Everything about the situation felt comfortable - from the golden rays of sunlight streaming into the room through a gap in the blinds, to the way his old oversized flannel engulfed you completely; the worn material - with its fading colour and fraying cuffs - giving you a sense of home. Your legs slung across the lap of your comfortable boyfriend was just a bonus, to be honest.

“Someone’s eager,” you commented, pulling back to speak against his lips. You shifted to the side and felt a bulging hardness poke up against your thigh. Luke groaned, the sound short-lived.

“‘Can’t help it, sweetheart,” he mumbled, quiet words carrying a hidden weight, “you look fuckin’ perfect in my flannel.”

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Harder (Smut)


A/N: This took me so long to finish. Here’s a mix between some jerking off and some passionate sex. I’d love to hear what you think. 

Word count: 3,295

Originally posted by stayinlove

After Karen and I picked up Shawn at the airport, we went straight back to their house to spend the night. Though Shawn would have rather gone home, he’d finally given in after a couple of hours pouting childishly in the car from the airport and back to Pickering. 

It wasn’t that I didn’t understand that he wanted to spend his first night back in his own apartment, but his cousin were graduating tomorrow and driving all the way back and forth two days in a row was just stupid when Karen and Manny had left Shawn’s old room untouched since he moved. 

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Everybody’s Got an Act

The Greatest Showman Klance AU

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Another night of pointless chatter. Another night of pompous people, all of them with forgettable faces and bland expressions. They had all become one bundled up blur of nothing for Keith. The expensive dresses and fancy suits were no longer noteworthy when there was no way for them to stand out.

The same droning words fluttered all around the night sky as people got into their carriages and walked home in their coats.

“Exquisite work. Wonderful plot. Of course, she could have been a bit louder. The orchestra was beautiful.”

These plays had everyone convinced they knew what art was. But it was all a façade, and no one knew it better than Keith as he tossed back his flask and let the burn of bourbon heat his body in the chilling air.

“Excuse me, are you Keith Kogane?”

Keith turned and saw a redheaded man whose hair looked like a candle fire- orange and wispy. He had aging lines on his face, a handlebar mustache and kind faded blue eyes. He seemed harmless.

“Yes, I am.”

“And you put on this play?”

Keith grimaced and drank more from his flask. “Refunds are available at the tick-”

“Oh, no, no,” the man said with a hearty laugh. “You had a large crowd. It was impressive.” Keith snorted and shook his flask, hoping there was enough to last until the after party where he could drown in endless champagne glasses. “Coran Smythe,” he said, reaching his hand out to shake Keith’s.

The name rang familiar, and as Keith shook his hand, he recognized the face and name. “Oh my God. From the circus?”

He beamed and nodded. “So, you’ve been to my show.”

“God no,” Keith scoffed. He cleared his throat and amended. “No, but I’ve read all about it in the newspaper. Fascinating, really. Very risky. Your audiences have been known to leave in much better moods than mine.”  

Coran laughed and nodded. “Yes, well everyone loves a good show. But you have a talent for selling those tickets. For convincing people. I need more of the upper class seeing my show.”

“Why would you want that? If you knew how suffocating it is to be around them….”

Coran raised an eyebrow and leaned on a staff with a golden bulb at the top. “Let me buy you a drink,” he said, gesturing away.

Keith shrugged to himself. Champagne or more liquor. It didn’t matter. At least this was new. He followed the orange-haired man to a nearby bar. It was mostly empty despite the late hour. They sat at the counter and Coran ordered a couple of shots which Keith had no trouble tossing back.

“You’re a good businessman. You’re good at selling things.”

Keith frowned and leaned his cheek on his hand. “No. The upper class simply loves their image,” he answered. “I sell them virtue and they take it.”

“But you’re a heavy influence,” Coran insisted. Keith grimaced and broke open a peanut to eat. It was crunchy and bland. “I’ve an offer for you.”

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 2/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Depression, angst and fluff throughout the whole series, suicide attempt

A/N: Im so happy at how much support part 1 got?? Thankyou all so so so fucking much ily all also!! credit to @finn-got-tall for an idea in one of the scenes!! (I wont reveal which scene bc i want people to just read) but ty lovely

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Eddie and Richie blinked at each other, stunned to see one another in such a strange coincidence. Eddie still had his hand up, but Richie still hadn’t took it. Richie merely brought his hand up that held the cigarette, taking a drag and allowing the toxic waste to decay against his lungs. Eddie visibly cringed at the sight, but stayed silent; he only continued to watch in hope that Richie would somehow step down. Richie took away the small stick, blowing the smoke out slowly and staring at Eddie through his large obnoxious eye glasses.

“Why are you here, Eds?” Richie asked, as if a day hadn’t passed since they last talked.

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Bad Temper


Requested: Jealous Shawn. Not sure I like this but I tried. 

Word count: 2,658

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

“I think this might actually be it!” I said, folding the last box together. I ran my fingers through my hair, breathing out heavily. 

I thought it would never end. No matter where I looked, there had always been more boxes to start on. But now, I’d actually unpacked the last one.

“What?” Shawn yelled from the other room, fumbling with his precious guitars as always. 

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The Way You Taste (Smut)

A/N: Super excited/nervous about this one. About 3.3k which is long for me, I’m not good with length usually lol. So, yeah. Feedback is appreciated. :)

The morning had been pretty routine: gym, shower, coffee, 8AM work meeting. But with Shawn finally at home after months of being away, the last thing she wanted to do was leave. When she got out of the shower this morning, she caught herself watching, watching as his back muscles make themselves rather prominent underneath his white t-shirt when he reached up to ruffle his fingers through his hair because let’s face it, there was no use in trying to run a brush through that curly mess. Her eyes lingering on his body, traveling up as she took notice in how toned he’s gotten while being away. Startled when her gaze met with his in the mirror. A smirk spreading across his face, catching onto what was happening. She blushed, walking past him to head into the bedroom before he grabs her by the wrist, pulling her into him.

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Ocean Air (Shawn Mendes)

A/N; This is just a little something I put together after seeing Shawn’s insta story last night. Hope you enjoy xoxo (the end is so crappy, I warned you)

Warnings; none? Just a bunch of fluff

“Shawn come on! We’re gonna miss it!” You whined, dragging your boyfriend along the side walk, trying to get to the beach before sun set.

“We won’t miss it Y/N, the beach is literally just around the corner and it doesn’t start for another 20 minuets anyway” He states, gently tugging you closer to him so that you’d stop rushing ahead, his slow pace starting to aggravate you.

But, he was right. Soon enough you had rounded the corner and were slipping your shoes off, stepping down on to the golden sand.

You walked hand in hand along the shore for a while, the cold water blanketing your bare feet every now and then as the sun starts to slowly set, the sky turning all different shades of orange around you both.

“Come on” Shawn says to you, just above a whisper and he changes his direction, leading you further in land.

After a few short moments, he abruptly sits down on the sand, pulling you with him as you fall into his lap, his face only inches away from yours as you giggle from the sudden movement.

You lean in, giving him a quick peck on the lips before adjusting your position. You were now sitting with his legs spread slightly, you in between them with your back against his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head and his arms wrapped around you securely.

“It’s so pretty” you mumble, admire the setting sun in front of you, your fingers drawing random patterns onto his jean clad thighs.

“Not as pretty as you” he remarks, nuzzling his head into your neck and peppering light kisses along your skin.

“Cliché” you bring a hand up, now threading it through his brown curls, and scratching his scalp lightly with your nails, he hums in response, your body melting into him under the light kisses that are being trailed down your neck.

“But true” he lifts his head, placing it back where it was before, chin atop of your head, as he watched the sun set.

You couldn’t see them, but you imagined the colourful sky making his eyes sparkle, his cheeks red from the sunburn he’d gotten previously the same day, and his hair now a slight mess on top of his head after you’d played with it.

“I love you” you whispered, hand now tracing the outline of guitar tattoo, his first one.

“I love you too, baby” he simply replied.

Moments like these were your favourite. The moments you got to spend together when he was just Shawn. Not the Shawn Mendes that had to be places every other second. The moments you had him to your self and not sharing him with the world. And most importantly the moments where the love was radiating around you, the strong connection between you two evident as you sit with each other, just enjoying each others company.

And as you sit together on the sand, the fresh ocean air wrapped around you like a blanket, there’s no place you’d rather be, other than right there, in the arms of the boy you loved.