Touch | Shawn Mendes Imagine

A/N: I feel like all my spent up ideas over the past 3 months are pouring out because writing two in one day is unheard of in my world. BUT I LOVE THIS. IDK I HOPE YOU DO TOO. 

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I was frustrated.

Shawn was gone to visit his parents and I had to stay home from the visit, unfortunately. He had only been gone for maybe five hours but I missed him already, however, my body missed him more.

I sat down on the end of the bed and checked my phone. I had asked when Shawn would be home hoping I could hold off. But when he said he wasn’t sure when he’d be back I told him to hurry home, hoping he’d understand what I wanted. But Shawn still hadn’t checked his messages yet.

I knew he needed time with his family, but I also needed time with him.

Sitting on the end of the bed I was unsure of what do. Or well I wasn’t unsure, I was very acquainted with what I could do, but I wasn’t sure if I should.

Does it matter? I finally asked myself. No.

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22- “choose me”
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“mumma!” your three year old daughter, olivia, ran towards you. her little feet making the smallest sounds on the hardwood. you picked her up once she reached you legs, making her “grabby hands” at you.

“when is daddy coming back?” she asked, playing with the plush bear she was holding in her hands. it was her absolute favourite toy, she almost never put it down.

“soon baby, he’ll be home soon.” you sighed, glancing at the stove clock a few feet away.

“soon is a long time.”

shawn, your husband, has been extremely busy in the studio for the past month and a half. he’s been coming home late almost every night and needless to say, you and olivia were getting sick of it.

you felt bad for the three year old in your arms, she loved her father so much. she looked up to him, yet he’s never here for her. and when he is home, it’s too late and she’s already asleep or he’s taking a nap because he was working all night.

olivia cuddled herself closer to you, if that was even possible. a small yawn escaping her lips.

“i think it’s time for bed,” you said, making you way up the stairs with her. “it’s getting late.”

thankfully, she was already wearing her princess pyjamas so you didn’t have to go through the hassle of changing her.

“no!” she tiredly protested as you laid her in her small bed. “i want daddy to come.”

tears started to pool in her hazel eyes, they were exactly like her dad’s. it broke your heart to see her like this, crying over her father. he should be here for her, especially at times like these.

she started to cry into your chest as you rubbed her small back soothingly.

“i know babygirl, i want him here too. but for now you have me, maybe daddy will be here tomorrow night.”

you knew he wasn’t going to be on time tomorrow, at this point you weren’t sure you were going to be here tomorrow.

“you say that every night.” she sniffled. “i want daddy.”

you continued to comfort her as she cried, knowing there was absolutely nothing you could do about this. you missed shawn just as much as she did, but you needed to be strong for your daughter.

eventually she fell asleep, you hated that she basically cried herself to sleep over her father. you were now laying on the couch in the living room, flipping through endless channels on the tv while waiting for shawn.

you weren’t sure why you stayed up waiting for him, at this point it was pointless. but you wanted to spend time with your husband just as much as olivia wanted to spend time with her father.

at about 1am shawn arrived home. by then you had covered yourself in a few blankets and you were half asleep.

“y/n?” shawn whispered, noticing the light coming from the tv in the living room. “what are you still doing up?”

“waiting for you i guess, although i don’t see a point in it anymore. you come home late every day anyways.”

you were both tired, but you knew you were about to breakout into another argument. you kept all your feelings bottled up for so long, he needed to know how you and olivia felt.

“what do you want me to say? it’s my job y/n.” he rolled his eyes. “you know, the thing that lets us have food on the table every night.”!

“i understand shawn, but every single night you come home hours after you’re supposed to! you have a family here, or did you forget about us already?”

you closed your eyes, wanting to escape from this. wanting to go back to before shawn started writing another album, when he actually cared about his family at home.

“of course i didn’t forget, but y/n you know this is my job! i have to write, i have to be away a lot. none of this is new to you.”

“i’m just tired shawn, tired of all this. tired of being the second option all the time.”

he ran his hand through his hair, taking a seat on the opposite chair from you.

“you’re not the second choice y/n and you know it.”

“really?” you asked, sitting up and finally looking him in the eye. “you missed olivia’s birthday party and two of her dance shows, and who was there for her those nights when she cried and cried and cried? definitely not you. you say i’m not second choice, make me believe it.”

“i don’t know what you want me to do! i can’t quit.”

“choose me, shawn.” you finally said, barely audible. “choose me, choose olivia, choose your family over the job for once! olivia cried herself to sleep tonight because she missed you so much, she always asks me when you’re coming home and i’m sick of lying to her.”

tears started to form in your eyes as you played with the wedding band on your left finger. you began to wonder if i was worth staying in this relationship, i mean, you were alone half the time anyways.

the only sound audible in the top was your occasional sniffles, both of you lost in your own thoughts. but your little girl’s footsteps coming down the stairs interrupted you from thinking about the worst.

“mumma? why are you yelling.” she asked, tiredly rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands. “is daddy home?” she yawned.

you picked the half asleep toddler up, sitting her on your lap. “yeah he’s home, do you want him to bring you to bed?”

she shook her head, “no i’m mad at daddy.”

you sighed, “okay. i’ll be up in a minute.”

she slid off your lap, making her way back to her room. you let her go, knowing you would be up in a minute.

“i think maybe,” you sighed, sliding the ring off your finger and placing it on the table. “i think we both need some time for now, and you can give this back to me when you get your priorities straight. we can talk about this later, after i put her back to sleep again.”

and with that, you made your way upstairs to tend to your daughter. leaving shawn by himself with your wedding ring, you weren’t sure if you were going to ever put that thing back in your finger.

Don’t Leave Me III

Originally posted by smendesgifs

Pairing: Boss!Shawn x Reader

Request: Part 3!!

Note: Please don’t kill me everything will be explained and clearer as the series goes on!!


After signing the papers the judge stated that Shawn had to live with you until proven guilty or innocent, you got into your car, Shawn in the passenger seat as you parked the car near the apartment and you stood in complete silence.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he broke the silence and you only nodded

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"At Three O'clock in the Morning?" - Shawn Mendes

“It’s three in the morning, can I help you?” I can hear my best friend ask, as she opens the door for Shawn.

“No, not really. I just wanted to hang.”

“It’s three in the morning.”

“Your point?” Shawn asks, and shuffles into our apartment.

“I’m getting you a fucking key cut tomorrow. I’m sick of getting woke up at a stupid time,” Y/BF/N mumbles as she walks back to her bedroom, and Shawn and I both chuckle. Shawn waits for her door to close before he comes walking down the hallway. I wait for the silent padding of his feet to stop at my door. He knocks gently, before I whisper a small, “come in.”

“Hi,” Shawn says, smiling a tiny smile.

“Hi,” I manage to whisper to him through my giggles. “What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t really sleep, and I got bored in my apartment, so I figured we could hang?” He asks me.

“At three o'clock in the morning?”

“At three o'clock in the morning,” he confirms. “Do you mind if I crawl in bed beside you?”

I shuffle over on the bed, and lift the covers up slightly. “Come here then.”

Shawn slowly walks over to my bed, before gently laying down. I stare up at the ceiling now wide awake, as this boy, well man, I’ve grown to love, lays beside me. I start to let my mind think about my job, and what I’m supposed to do tomorrow, when I feel an arm wrap around my waist, and a head between my shoulder. Shawn just whispers a soft, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I whisper to him in the darkness, and relax into his body.

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Sign of the times - H.S

illuminate summary
  • Ruin: "do i ever croshh your mind" like 927927 times
  • Mercy: mershhy
  • Treat you better: woah, shawn, ur so confident
  • Three empty words: i'm worried about her little bro
  • Don't be a fool: running low 2.0
  • Like this: NO SHAHWN, YOU DIDNT LOST THIS FIGHT YET, JUST GET UP
  • No promises: sex, but safe
  • Lights on: just more sex. no kid in love anymore.
  • Honest: brutal mendes
  • Patience: *cool guitar beat*
  • Bad reputation: AKA in love with slut
  • Understand: okay i'm proud
  • Hold on: just play it on my funeral
  • Roses: friendzone as holy fuck