Mitch plans a one week trip to Paris.
Scott doesn’t feel like going out of USA.
Mitch goes to Paris.
Scott has a house party and posts a picture with captions in French.
(Let the good times roll)
Mitch goes to Fashion week day in day out. Glamming it up!
Scott attends more parties and has a slutty, I mean, GREAT time.
Mitch explores Paris doing tourist-y things.
Scott goes TO VEGAS AND PARTY.
Mitch gets a tattoo that says “pain” in French.
yo shawn mendes was in one fuckin scene and he made it to the bloopers and yet u see ricky no where like @jroth why the fuck are u like this i dont deserve this the people don’t deserve this what the fuck what th
“So you and Shawn have a strong friendship, but you both feel something more for each other, and one day you go to his house, you both watch some movies, talk a lot, but starts snowing and you got stuck and have to sleep there. And, in the middle of the night they kiss and talk about what they been feeling.“
[summary]: basically what the request is
[author’s note]: this was a cute request thanks for requesting babe x
THE last bell rings as you zip your backpack up, brushing a strand of your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
“Have a nice winter break, everyone, and prepare to write your essay when you get back.” Your teacher informs everyone as your classmates exit the room.
You make your way through the crowded hallway, couples littered throughout the wide corridor making out, freshmen hustling to get out of the building before the seniors do, and the sound of lockers slamming shut.
Although Pickering was a small town, Pine Ridge was very crowded.
Avoiding the loud senior jocks bouncing around the hallways, you finally get to your locker. You play with the lock, putting in your combination and you place your books on the shelf.
As you are about to grab one of your textbooks, a pair of hands cover your eyes, blinding your eyesight.
“Guess who?” A voice says, in which you recognize immediately.
“Mr. Baker?” You question jokingly.
“Ew. No. I’m not a pedophile.” The voice says as you laugh out loud.
“Is it my anxiety sneaking up on me?”
The hands are removed from your line of vision as you feel a strong gust of air blown on the side of your face.
“Ew, Shawn.” You scowl, wiping the small bits of spit off of your cheek.
“Stop whining, Y/N.” Shawn playfully rolls his eyes. “Now come on, it’s time for our weekly movie night.” He says, pulling at your sleeve.
“Alright, alright.“ You say, slamming your locker shut. Shawn grabs your arm and you both run to his Jeep.
SHAWN doubles over in laughter as you tell him about your experience in class today involving Ian and the toilet paper fiesta.
“Did he seriously tell Mrs. Clarke to go to hell after she told him to go to the principal’s office?” Shawn laughs. You nod, laughing as well. “That boy is gonna get expelled.”
‘The Notebook’ plays in the background of your conversation. You had always made Shawn watch sappy, mushy, romantic movies with you since you thoroughly enjoy sitting down and crying.
“Melissa Shay needs to stop hitting on everyone, seriously, it’s kind of annoying.” You say, rolling your eyes.
“I’ll say. She had her boobs all over me last Tuesday in chem.” Shawn says, shuddering at the thought.
“Gross.” You mumble, your gaze drifting off of Shawn. Your eyes stumble onto the window of Shawn’s house, as you notice paper like dots floating from the heavens.
“It’s snowing.” You comment, watching the flakes fall gracefully onto the green blades of grass covering the ground.
“Not like we haven’t had enough of that.” Shawn says, turning his attention back to the television.
“I think it’s pretty.” You say, cocking your head to the side.
Shawn chuckles. “You’re so cute.” You grin, falling back onto his lap.
Pillows and blankets surround Shawn’s living room, sprawled randomly about the room.
“I want a muffin.” Shawn pouts.
“We can go make some a little later if that will make you happy?”
Shawn nods furiously like a child, making you smile.
For the next few minutes, the two of you don’t say anything, no one utters a word. When Shawn and you were together, you’d always do this at some point. This was a way of showing the appreciation and comfort of each other’s company.
“Silence says a thousand words.”
Although there were a millions thoughts and ideas floating around your mind, some things were better left unsaid and untouched.
What were you thinking about? Memories of you and Shawn doing this exact thing flashes across your mind. You couldn’t remember the last time you were away from Shawn for more than twenty-four hours. You did everything together like an old married couple. You both claimed to not have feelings for each other, and your obliviousness was sickening most of the time, but everyone knew that Shawn and you would end up together somehow in the end.
You really did love Shawn, with all your heart. You wanted to tell him, you really did so why have you not yet? Anxiety and shyness. They had always been your weaknesses, and it’s safe to say you hated it. You hadn’t come out of your shell even a fraction until you met Shawn in the sixth grade. You were always that shy girl reading ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ during lunch and recess. It wasn’t until the end of either grade where you started to change your look and find new interests; with Shawn’s help of course.
Shawn on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was always a kid full of energy and optimism. When he met you, his whole world turned upside down. He always loved helping you with things, and had no doubt you were the most beautiful girl he has and ever would see in his entire life. Of course, you’d always deny it, but Shawn knew.
You had gone through a huge stage of insecurity freshmen year. You had looked up at the junior and senior girls and their stunning looks, making you think you weren’t pretty enough to be in close proximity of them. They were all so skinny, skinnier than you. You were far from being considered overweight, but you wanted that perfect body they all could had; you longed for it.
It broke Shawn’s heart seeing you so down and your self esteem stooping lower and lower. He was always incredibly sweet to you. He was always afraid of you hurting yourself, and couldn’t stand the idea of such a beautiful human hurting theirselves because they doesn’t think they’re worth it. He’d always check your wrists without you knowing, making sure you weren’t because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew you were cutting. Shawn was never the overprotective kind but he did care about you a lot. Shawn couldn’t be more happy when he noticed your insecurities had faded away to the point of you not talking about it anymore sophomore year.
Shawn loved you very much. He loved how random and cute you were, he loved when you wore leggings because he thought you had a nice ass. He loved when you wore a loose sweater that covered your hands because you were so small compared to his large figure. You were so small for your age, especially next to Shawn since he was so big, and you could easily be mistaken for his child because of that. He’d always tease you about your 5'1” figure, which pissed you off, but you were never really mad at him. He loved when you wore no makeup as cliché as it sounds, and when your hair was either straight or in a messy ponytail; he thought you looked sexy either way. He had a weird habit of picking out the highlighted blonde hairs on your head when he played with your hair, and loved that you could just fit into him so nicely when you two cuddled. He loved everything about you and nothing could ever change that.
Shawn had always been the popular guy around school. He definitely had the looks, he knew a lot of people, he was extremely sweet and kind hearted, and everyone immediately took a liking to Shawn. Instead of being sucked into the popular crowd, he stuck by your side the whole time since you weren’t the most popular girl in school by a long shot. You were gorgeous, even though you didn’t think so, and a lot of the girls at school wished they looked like you. You were more focused on your grades and being with Shawn than going to parties. Shawn liked to take you out sometimes though. He’d sometimes drag you out of the house and to a varsity football game between your school’s team and the rivaling team so you could socialize, which you didn’t mind, but you’d rather be at home cuddling with Shawn instead.
“You remind me of a tree.” You say randomly, sitting up.
Shawn looks at you weirdly. “Uh, why?”
“Because you’re big, tall, and tough.” You shrug.
“Wow, thanks.” He chuckles. “What else do I remind you of that’s not a huge shrub?”
“First of all, trees are not ‘huge shrubs’, a bush is considered a shrub, and they’re plants because they have enough plant cells to suffice for a plant.” Shawn rolls his eyes. “And second of all, you remind me of uh…” You think for a minute.
“The sun.” You say simply.
“How come?” He asks. “Is it because I’m sizzling hot?”
“Maybe, and because you light up my world.” You smile sweetly.
“Aww.” Shawn coos. “You really do care about me, don’t you?” He pokes at your dimples.
You swat his hand away, scrunching your nose. “Shut up before I change my mind about you.”
“Well, you remind me of the snow.” You raise an eyebrow slightly. “Because you’re clean, your company is cold and bitter,” Shawn laughs as you swat at his arm, gasping, “you’re gentle, beautiful, and tiny.”
You roll your eyes, a playful smile on your lips. “Thank you, Shawnie.”
“You’re my snowflake, Y/N.” Shawn says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.
You lean your head on his shoulder from behind, before you erupt in giggles and unattractive snorts (that Shawn actually finds adorable).
“S-Stop it Shawn!” You laugh, struggling to escape from his tight grasp.
“Nope!” Shawn laughs. “The tickle monster is hard at work!”
“If you don’t stop I won’t help you with those muffins!” You yell, knowing Shawn can’t bake to save his life. As soon as the words roll off your tongue, Shawn immediately stops and starts whimpering like a lost puppy, making your heart nearly melt. His big chocolate brown eyes glow and shine, and his plump bottom lip sticks out.
Shawn was the most adorable human on earth. You just wanted to cuddle him like a humongous teddy bear for eternity.
“Don’t do this to me.” You say, covering your eyes with your hands.
YOUR soft snores fill the air as ‘Back to the Future’ plays quietly on the television screen. You lay with half of your body over the side of Shawn’s lap, facing away from him as he plays with your soft hair. He combs his fingers lightly through the silky strands, smiling down at your small body.
The front door swings open, Shawn’s sister walking in. Her head turns to see Shawn in the living room, a smile appearing on his face. “Hey Shawn!” She says loudly, making Shawn immediately shush her, in fear of waking a peaceful Y/N.
“Oh! Sorry!” She whisper yells, scampering up the stairs to her bedroom.
Shawn’s attention flickers back to you, praying you don’t wake up. You stir slightly, making Shawn’s jaw clench.
Your eyelids lightly flutter open as you readjust your head. The movie continues to quietly play and the snow outside pours down heavily. You strain your neck to look over your shoulder to find a frustrated Shawn looking down at you. “Damn it.”
“What’s wrong?” You ask worriedly.
Shawn sighs. “Nothing, I just didn’t want you to wake up. You looked too peaceful.”
“Oh.” You giggle lightly. “That’s okay, I’m not tired anymore.”
“Well, it’s coming down pretty hard out there, you’ll have to stay here for the night.” Shawn says, rubbing your arm, goosebumps grazing your skin.
You shift so that you’re head lays on Shawn’s thigh as you look up at him with a small grin on your lips.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, caressing your cheek.
Your eyes widen as a blush creeps up on your cheeks.
“I-I’m sorry.” Shawn mumbles, blushing as well.
You don’t say anything as you get up onto your forearms and place a hand on the back of Shawn’s neck, pulling him down onto your lips.
His lips mold onto yours, as his large hand cups your face. The kiss is soft, and full of passion. Your hands run through his soft brown locks, pulling him even closer to you.
Finally, Shawn lifts you off of his lap and climbs on top of you. He lays on top of your body, being careful not to crush you. Your legs intertwine, your make out session escalating slowly.
The kisses you both share become more subtle before anything extreme happens. Shawn trails his lips down to your jawline, collarbone, and then back to your neck, placing chaste kisses on your fair skin.
“Uhhh….” Shawn lifts himself off of you and and props himself up on one arm. “In case you couldn’t tell, I, uh… I like you… A lot.” He chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
“Well you’re in luck, Mr. Mendes,” you smirk, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him towards you flirtatiously, “because I like you too.”
Shawn grins, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips.
“Now about those muffins…"
at first this was only like 1,000 words and i needed to expand it, but then i just kind of wrote about stuff from the past, and i mean, i’m pretty satisfied with the outcome idk lol
Seeing Shawn get big is bitter sweet. I’m happy for him, extremely happy that he is living his dream. but, it depresses me too because all of our boys are gonna grow up to do bigger and better things and forget about who was there first. but, MAGCULT FOREVER. I love all of yall😊