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Sick boy (Shawn Mendes)

I’m a mess at writing titles haha. Sorry it’s been so long but my 17th birthday is soon and I’m trying to organize everything haha. But I hope you like this imagine! Also, seriously 524followers!? LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH. 

Request:  Can you write a Shawn imagine where he wakes you up in the middle of the night while you guys are staying at your parents house and he’s feeling really ill and he’s really nervous and anxious because he doesn’t want to be sick but he’s feeling really bad and ends up throwing up and you and your mom take care of him? Thanks love, I love your writing!

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Originally posted by thugshawn

“You alright, Shawn?” I asked looking at my pale boyfriend. “Yeah, don’t worry” Shawn answered keeping his eyes on the road. “You look kinda pale. You’re not nervous because we’re going to my parents house? Because if you are then don’t worry. It’s not the first time you’re seeing them” I smiled worryingly while lightly rubbing my hands to his. “I’m okay, Y/N” Shawn smiled assuring.


“Y/N!” my mum cheered the second she opened the door. “Hi mum” I giggled burying my head in the crook of her neck. “Shawn, so nice to see you again” she said attacking him with a hug. “Y/N” my dad said stepping out of the door. Hugging me then shaking Shawn’s hand. It’s been so long since we’ve seen them. Me being in university and Shawn touring. But it’s alright. “Put your things in Y/N’s room and I’ll will call you when the food is ready” mom smiled walking away. I saw Shawn trying to take all of our bags “Here, give me that one” I said extending my arms. “No need to, love” Shawn answered kissing my cheeks. “You sure?” Shawn nodded his head and started to walk off. “Gentleman, I see” my dad smirked watching Shawn struggling with all the bags. “Dad!” I groaned “Go and help him” I said pushing him.

“I love this picture” Shawn laughed pointing at the picture where I was standing smiling missing two teeth. “Well at least no one can see these pictures except for me and my family. While your embarrassing photos are all over the media, Mr.Superstar” I said smirking. “I hate this picture” Shawn murmed looking at the picture from my homecoming where I stood with my ex boyfriend. “I think it’s cute” I shook my shoulders. “Oh really?” Shawn looked at me pulling me closer to him. “Yes” I giggled wrapping my hands around his neck. “It’s amusing for you?” Shawn asked smirking. Before I could answer he started tickling me. “Shawn Stop!” I yelled laughing. “Tell me that you don’t like that picture!” “But…I promised…I would never to you” I stuttered moving. “OKAY!” I yelled. Shawn stopped tickling for a minute so I could catch my breath. “I LOVE THAT PICTURE” I laughed. Shawn started tickling my sides again. “I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. I HATE THAT PICTURE” “Good girl” Shawn said kissing me. “Food is ready!” I heard my mum yell. “Shawn” I whined looking at the reflection of myself. “I look like a freaking mad woman now”


I felt myself being shaken from my deep sleep. I slowly opened my one eye only to be facing red blocked numbers of my alarm clock 4a.m.

“Love” someone groggily whispered into my ear. Arm wrapping around my waist pulling me closer to the person. I knew it was Shawn. Even though because I still was kind of asleep I couldn’t really function anything. I turned around facing my boyfriend. It was dark so I couldn’t see his face features but I knew them very well. The way his eyes looked, showing every single emotion he felt. The scar on his face. He was beautiful and I was so lucky to have him in my life.

“I don’t feel good” my positive thoughts were gone quickly turned into concerned ones. I caressed his cheeks. He was really hot but not in a good way. I closed my eyes when I turned the lights on. Shawn looked really pale and sweaty. His eyes were red and tired. “I will bring you glass of water and the pills” I sadly smiled standing up.

“Where the hell are those pills” I groggily asked myself opening every single cabinet. “Y/N?” I turned around to my worried mum. “Shawn feels really sick so I’m trying to find pills for him. But I don’t know where they are” I told her nervous still trying to find them. “Here it is” she told me giving me the medicine when heard someone puking. “Shit, Shawn” I quickly ran to the toilet. Shawn was kneeled down to the toilet. It broke my heart seeing him like this. “You don’t have to say here. Go to sleep” Shawn whispered. “Don’t talk shit. Of course I’m staying” I said sitting down rubbing his back. “He’s okay?” my mum asked peeking through the door. I slightly nodded. “Okay here’s the water and the pills” she said before putting them down. “Thank You” Shawn said slightly smiling.

I caressed his cheek while he was peacefully sleeping. It was already too early for me to go to sleep anyway.  


“Hi baby” I slightly smiled looking at him. “How are you feeling?” “Better, thanks” Shawn answered standing up. “Where are you going?” I asked confused. “To apologize to your parents” Shawn said before turning away but I quickly grabbed his hand “First of all they’re not here. They’re at the theatre that we had to go” Shawn groaned remembering about the theatre. “Why didn’t you wake me up…” before he could finish I interrupted him pulling him back to bed “And second of all you have nothing to be sorry about. Things like that happens all the time. So get your ass back here and let’s cuddle” Shawn laid next to me wrapping his arms around me. “I love you” “I love you too” I said smiling when he buried his head into the crook of my neck.

Two Moons (pt. 4)

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader/Sehun

Summary: What are Sehun’s true feelings? What does it change?

(Part I) || (Part 2) || (Part 3)

Sehun’s POV

“Hey,” I whisper softly and stroke her hair. I missed it so much. I keep trying to get a good look at her, but she dodges my gaze. She’s been like this since we got home and now we’re just sitting on the bed, as an agonizing silence commands the room.

“Y/N? Please, look at me…”


“Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” I plead. She stares at the bed sheets for a good minute before lifting her head.

“You know… I’ve been thinking about it. What are we still doing this for?” Her words drive a stake right through my heart. A combination of confusion, fear, and uneasiness take over my mind. What the hell is going on?

“Huh? Why are you saying this all of a sudden?” I try to touch her face but she slaps my hand away.

“Sehun.” She looks at me with a pained expression. “You and I both know why. Please don’t make this any harder for me…" 

I’ve never seen her like this. I freeze up and my mind goes blank. How did it end up like this? Everything… everything in these past years, I’ve done for her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s supposed to tell me how proud she is of me with her bright smile, and the time I endured without her was all going to be worth it. I only wanted her to be happy… to see her cheerful expression… for her to only look at me… where did things go wrong? 

-2 years ago-

It’s well into the evening, and I’m sitting by her on the couch, watching TV. I asked if she wanted to go out, but she said she’d rather spend her time at the dorm. Honestly at first, I just wanted to tease her because she was Kyungsoo’s friend. But just after one date, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. There was something about her strong personality, strange sense of humor, and unspoken kindness that had me hooked. But above all, it was her charming smile that killed me. Let’s just say I was pretty happy when she started coming to the dorm regularly.

“Oh my god, he’s so cool!!” she starts squealing and flails her hands around. She stares at the TV in awe. It’s a news coverage about some Chinese idol. She won’t stop fangirling. Crazy. I mean. I’m right here…

“Yah, relax. He can’t be that great,” I sneer. She instantly glares at me.

“How can you say that?? He’s my favorite!!” she starts swooning over him and it ticks me off. “He’s handsome, smart, talented, and kind. On top of being a singer, he’s a model, actor, and international icon! He’s really the best.” She squeals again.

Unbelievable. “I’m pretty great, too,” I suggest.

She just gives me a snide look and laughs. “Yeah, sure. In your own way.” She scoots over and pats me on the head. She leans on my shoulder and watches that sleazy guy on the screen longingly. My annoyance grows and somewhere inside me, I only wanted her to look at me like that. Just wait.

“I’ll be your favorite,” I mumble.



Your POV

You close Sehun’s door behind you, and the tears you held back escape all at once. You hold your hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. You wipe the tears from your face, but new ones replace it right after. The sleeve of Chanyeol’s hoodie is soaked. 

Chanyeol. You want to run to him so badly and cry. Cry into his comforting embrace that has always been there for you. But you can’t now. You couldn’t bring yourself to stand in front of his closed doors. 

“Y/N?” You recognize Kyungsoo’s soft voice and lift your head, your vision blurred and face swollen. One look and he knew what was wrong. He lets out a frustrated sigh and help you up. “Come on, let’s go.” 

“Soo-yah… y-you came back, too?” you sniffle. 

“Yeah.” He guides you to his room and sit you down on the bed. He brings over a box of tissues and rubs your back slowly. He didn’t ask any questions. Kyungsoo knew you too well. But it pains him to see his best friend riddle herself in tears. 

“Wait here,” he assures me with a pat on the head. He leaves the room. You hated being alone more than anything. 

You flop over on the bed and roll on your back. You stare at the ceiling and all your memories with Sehun seem to project themselves on the white background. Your first date at an unknown cafe. The first kiss the two of you had while drunk. The first time you slept in his arms. The time he came back to surprise you on your birthday when he was on tour. All the moments you shared with him, replay in your mind. 

He’s the first person you loved, the first person who told you that you mean more than the world to him, and the last person you ever wanted to be with. You don’t want it to end. Of course you don’t. He’s your whole world too. But you didn’t want to go down that road. You didn’t want it to hurt more. For the both of you. You had to make the decision. 

The tears come out again, and flow down to your ears. Laying on the bed isn’t such a good idea. You quickly wipe them before they travel down the side of your face. Your heart is shattering in a million pieces. You lay there with your arm swung over your face. The sniffling and hiccups don’t stop. 

The door clicks open. 

“Y/N? Kyungsoo told me you were here.” No. You didn’t want to deal with this right now. “I’m sorry…” 

Part 5

If anyone were to comment just why Hakuryuu thought spending half of his ( new ) paycheck on a night ( alone ) in a bar, he’d promptly tell them it was none of their damn business. Or at least he would have…perhaps an hour ago. Now, he’s finding it rather hard to even form a coherent sentence, let alone argue - he’s just lucky he has no one to hold a conversation with. Judar had chosen to spend his evening recovering ( to a nasty injury that, he might add, was his own damn fault ) with his boyfriend, leaving Hakuryuu with no one but himself and the thousands of texts from his worried sister. All of which, would be completely ignored until tomorrow morning when everything wasn’t spinning like he was on those damn infernal amusement park rides. 

He’s lonely though, far too lonely, and while the approach of someone new isn’t exactly appealing to him sober, the twenty or so shots coursing through his body is enough to have him up and bouncing into one of the seats currently occupied by one person - woman…no man…no woman? He can’t really tell. They have hair longer than most, and certainly hold a sort…appeal when they move, but nothing is too sure to him tonight. 

Either way, there’s no turning back now, and with a sway of his head, he’s giving his best compliment. “I like…your eyes.” They’re a rich yellow? Green? His vision is far too blurry to be particularly accurate, and Hakuryuu hopes that’s enough to earn him some trust.

unbotheredemotrash-deactivated2  asked:

Sorry I'm back..but you're such a great writer so I'll keep coming back 😂 So.. Calum gives y/n a promise ring... Bc he loves her and he knows he wants her forever...





Standing over the stove in nothing but underwear and one of Calum’s shirts you sing along to the soft music filling your ears, using a spatula to flip pancakes. Two strong arms wrap around your waist making you jump slightly, your boyfriend chuckles as he rests his head on your shoulder, pulling you closer “smells good” he hums as you smile, “go sit down and I’ll bring ‘em over when they’re done” Calum just shakes his head “that means leaving you” he mumbled as you chuckle, leaning into his touch. 

Even after the pancakes were done Calum still refused to let go of you, with a struggle you shuffled from one end of the kitchen to the other, putting pancakes and bacon on the table as your boyfriend almost tripped on his own two feet trying to keep up with you “Cal babe, please let go” you giggle as he sighs, releasing his grip with a kiss on the shoulder before going to sit at the front of the table. Pulling two plates out of the draw you watched him pull out a small box, furrowing your brows as he puts it back away. “Y/N I have something for you” he grins as you saunter over to the table, plates in hand “oh yeah, what is it?” you question taking a seat next to him. Calum retrieved the same small box, pulling the lid open to reveal a small silver ring, your mouth fell open as your eyes grew wide hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was, yes you loved him but you were both too young to marry. 

“it’s a promise ring, I swear” Calum chuckles as you let out a sigh of relief “to show you I’m not going anywhere anytime soon” he smiled pulling the ring out of it’s box as you looked down at your hands “what finger would it go on?” you asked with a giggle as he stopped “shit, I didn’t think about that” he mumbled as you threw your head back, laughter filling the kitchen “lets just put it on my middle finger” you beam as he nods with a small chuckle, placing the dainty ring on your finger “perfect” Calum hummed as he interlocked your fingers, placing a chaste his to his sweet lips. “I love you” you smile, as kisses your cheek “I love you too, baby girl.”

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