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First Part 1*Edited*

Shawn Mendes 
Words; too many 
Warning; Smut 
Note; I changed it a lot, so decided to re-post its own thing [here’s the original if ya want a gander]. Idk when the next part will be up as I’m still busy with school and writing personal statements and university applications and stuffs  😊

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“I guess you’re staying the night?” Shawn asked as he walked into the room, chuckling when he noticed me bundled up in his bed. Smiling, I nodded and snuggled deeper into the warm sheets, leaving just my head poking out as I scrolled through my phone.

The thumping sounds of his parent’s ‘small’ party were muffled by the door closing. Shawn made his way towards the bed, a cheeky little smirk on his lips when he caught my gaze following him. He slowly, teasingly unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans off, not breaking eye contact once just to make my face heat up.

I quickly turned my attention back to my Tumblr feed. The bed shifted as Shawn climbed in next to me, pulling me closer so my back was flush against his clothed chest. We shifted around a bit to find a comfortable position, eventually settling with one of his arms wrapped around my waist, while the other became my new pillow.

Every once in a while, I would show Shawn a funny post and we’d make a few comments about it, but after that we didn’t talk much, which I was one hundred percent okay with. Spending the past three hours socialising with his family and their close friends had drained me.

Shawn, on the other hand, thrived off being around people. So, going a room with thirty people to one, naturally he started to get restless; his non-pillow hand constantly moved to my wait, to playing with my hair, back to my wait, before finally landing on my stomach.

I jumped at the warm hand creeping under the fabric of my the check shirt I ‘borrowed’ from him, under my tank top so his fingers lazily drawing shapes on my bare skin. I felt him nuzzle his nose against my exposed shoulder, small chuckles sending vibrations though my body. Eyes falling closed, I let out a content sigh while he began trailing hot little kisses along my shoulder to my neck.

“Shawn!” I gasped, my eyes flying open as his fingers trailed lower, working on the brass button on my jeans. Locking my phone, I placed it on the bedside table before flipping to lay on my back, looking up at my smiling boyfriend.

“What?” He asked, but I heard the amusement in his voice, “I just want to make you comfortable.”

“Mhm, sure, because you’re so innocent,” My giggles were swallowed by a kiss which started out innocently, out lips brushing gently. But then his hand snuck back under my shirt, and mine got caught in his hair.

A deep groan rumbled through Shawn’s chest. I smiled at the sound, knowing I had this effect on him gave me a boost of confidence. But then his fingers were back to my jeans, popping open the button. And while a rush a panic fluttered through me at first, yet I didn’t stop him.

He slowly tugged down the fabric, accidentally brushing against a sensitive area, sending a pleasant feeling shooting up through my body, causing a gasp to fall from my lips. Shawn broke the kiss long enough to mumble a distracted ‘sorry’ and moved his hand away. Already missing the feeling, I grabbed his hand and moved it back.

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The reader giving Shawn a massage after a long day in the office. Smut or no smut it's your choice. I love love love your blog by the way😘

Shawn Mendes
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Note; Aww, thank you 😊 I sort of inferred to the smuttiness at the end, but I have some more detailed smuts coming up soon, so didn’t want to get into too much detail. Hope ya like it away 😄

For the most part, I finished drying my hair, dumping the towel into the hotels laundry basket before walking back into the bedroom. I jumped when I saw a half-dressed Shawn lying face down on the bed, not realising he had come back so soon.

“Hey, I thought you were going out with Brian and Geoff?” I asked, catching myself checking out his bare back. You could tell he had been working out a lot more recently, the muscles seeming more defined. Not going to lie, it looked hot. But it annoyed me to think he was over using the gym to deal with the stress of tour instead of coming to me about it.

His whole body moved with a chuckle as I flopped down onto his back, my cheek squished against him, “I’m too tired.”

We laid in silence for a while, my weight didn’t even phase him as he pulled his phone from the bedside table. I happily watched him scroll through his twitter, reading and replying to fans tweets. But me being me, I quickly got bored.

“Want me to give you a massage?” I suggested.

“Oh my God, yes!” He groaned, dropping his phone onto the bed. Giggling, I scrambled off him to grab the bottle of moisturiser from my bag.

“You have a really comfy butt.” Shawn laughed at my stupid comment as I situated myself on him, keeling with my legs on either side of his body so I still had access to his back. He squirmed as I squeezed some of the lotion onto his skin, “Stop moving.”

“It’s cold!” His words were muffled against his arm but soon settled down again.

Not really knowing what I was doing, I started rubbing the lotion into his skin, making sure to press harder against the tenser muscles. I must have been doing something right as small groans rumbled through his chest.

After about ten minutes I thought he had fallen asleep when suddenly he flipped over to face me. I clutched my chest, my heart pounding, still startled by his sudden movements.

“Jesus Christ, okay, hi,” My weak laughter was cut off by his lips. I kissed back, although was confused by the sudden change in emotions.

Then I felt his problem.

Pulling back, I was met with Shawn hungry eyes, “This was meant to relax you, not get you all riled up.”

“What do you expect? I have a pretty girl touching all over my body.” The cheeky smile on his face told me what he wanted.

Rolling my eyes, another series of muffled moans escaped him as I shuffled further down his body. He watched me through hooded eyes while I slowly unbuttoned his jeans, his hands lacing through my still damp hair as I found a much better way to relax him.


A/N: Thank you guys for the continued support and sweet messages! I love you all so much!!!

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“Can you feel it right there?”*

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This is it. II (S.M)

Description: After his European tour Shawn traveled North America not failing to sell out every show. He was finally coming home, and his parents invited y/n to a welcoming home party. She doesn’t know if she should go or not, but when she makes her decision she wonders if it’ll be any good.

I’ve decided to make this a little series. I don’t know how long I want to make it. It could be only three parts or it could be ten. Hope you enjoyed. (: please send feedback!!

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This is it (S.M.)

Based off prompts 2- Don’t forget me when you’re gone, and 30- Why can’t you love me like you love her?

Description: Y/n is Shawn’s best friend, and has been since the first grade, when they’re a year out of high school and Shawn now has a girlfriend, he has an important decision to make between them. He knows his girlfriend, Maya, is nothing but toxic for him, shes practically ruining his good boy physique. When y/n tries to tell him he needs to stop seeing her what will his decision be?

I kind of really want to do a part two to this. Let me know what you think and I will!

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break room {part i}



word count: 1,131

A/N: This was requested by an anon and it is long overdue. I’m splitting this up into two parts because I didn’t want it to be confusing spanning across so many different days and times in one part. Part two WILL be smutty.

I finished up my first eight hour shift of the week after doing rounds one last time. I walked to the nurses’ break room to see the head of our nursing staff. I gave him a tired smile and plopped into a chair, sinking down into it. He had worked this shift as well, a lot more times than I had, so he knew how tiresome it could be. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples slowly. I should have been sleeping since I have another shift starting in just six hours. There was no use in going home, though, because by the time I drove there and drove back to the hospital that would only give me roughly four and a half hours of sleep. I opted to stay here and sleep in the break room. I rested my head in my hands and began to accidentally drift off to sleep.

“You look exhausted.” Shawn, the head of nursing staff told me, as if I didn’t already know. I just nodded, wanting some peace and quiet after working in the emergency room in the early hours of the morning. It seemed as if Shawn and I were always scheduled for the same shifts. Shawn was the one who scheduled shifts since he was the director of nurses. But he was always happy and that seemed to make long shifts go by much quicker. I began to doze off once again and woke up once my head started to drop towards to table.

“I need to sleep.” I stated, laughing slightly. Shawn seemed unfazed by working for eight hours starting at midnight.

“Well, you’re never going to sleep being that tense.” He informed me. I shrugged my shoulders, just wanting to sleep at this point no matter how tense I was. “Here let me help.” I paid little attention to his words and had no clue what he was suggesting until his large hands were already on my shoulders. His thumbs rubbed in circles just below my shoulder blades. His other fingers squeezed my shoulders. I started to protest but thought better of it; it was too relaxing. I was surprised at just how gentle and soft his hands could be. Shawn was right, I was too tense. I now felt relaxed thanks to Shawn.

“Better now?” He asked. He sat in front of me with a warm smile on his face. It made it hard to not smile as well, even when I was this exhausted.

“Yes, much better. Thank you.” I said. Shawn stood up to leave the break room. He stood at the door before he said his goodbyes, “See you next shift. Make sure you get some rest.”

I took his advice. After eating a few bites of a granola bar, I turned the light off then laid on the couch that was barely long enough for my legs to stretch out.

The days ahead saw many more shifts with Shawn and also many more breaks with Shawn. He brought me food from the hospital cafeteria one day. That day, we sat across from each other at the small table in the break room. Shawn’s hand inched closer to mine as we conversed in between bites of our sandwiches. After a few weeks of working the same shifts as him, I began to grow curious.

“Why do you always schedule yourself to work the same shift as me?” I asked him curiously one day in the break room. He seemed taken aback by the question because I was so straightforward.

“You’re a hard worker. I don’t like to work with lazy people so I schedule myself on the same shift as you.” He answered blatantly. I raised an eyebrow at him, feeling like that wasn’t the actual reason why.

“So that’s why you bring food to me on our breaks? And give me back rubs when I’m ‘too tense?’” His face grew redder as I said this. I knew it; he lied. I stood with my arms crossed over my chest as I waited for a response.

“It’s nice to talk to a gorgeous girl after working for hours. There, you happy?” He asked sarcastically. I was surprised he actually came out with the truth and it must have shown on my face. I honestly couldn’t believe it. He was a very attractive guy, there was no denying that. He had dark hair, light brown eyes, and a pretty smile, a combination that would put any girl in awe. His arms were strong and almost too big for the baby blue scrub shirt. He was tall, much taller than me; he towered over me.

“You’re pretty easy on the eyes after a long shift too.” I flirted back with him. His jaw clenched and he left the break room abruptly, even after my pleas for him to stay. He must have thought I was making fun of him in some fashion. In reality, I was flirting back with him. I didn’t see him until days later on a Thursday afternoon during our break.

“Hey, I want you to know I was flirting with you the other day, not insulting you.” I said. He didn’t speak and only rolled his eyes. I tried to reason with him. “Promise I wasn’t. I was just flirting back.”

“Why am I supposed to believe that?” He asked angrily while moving to the couch. I made my way over to him. I stood in front of him, trying to work up enough courage to do what I was desiring.

“Well, if I wasn’t interested then why would I do this?” I lowered myself down towards him. My face was directly in front of Shawn’s. I looked for any more anger left in his eyes. I saw none and knew he was no longer mad at me. My lips moved to press against Shawn’s. My lips fit between his perfectly. I lightly bit his lip while kissing him roughly. I then pulled away smirking. We both looked shocked when I pulled away. Shawn was surprised at my actions, and I was even more surprised by them. His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. I knew my expression mirrored his exactly. “Believe me now?”

“Uh huh,” Shawn said while nodding quickly. I was still in utter shock from my previous actions. Kissing my boss, what was I thinking? Shawn gazed at me and I stared back at him intently. I inspected his features and how beautiful they were. Those pouty, plump lips of his were good for something alright. They were phenomenal at something actually. Breaking his stare, Shawn looked at his watch.

“Break is over now,” he said, sounding disappointed, “meet me back in the break room after this shift.”

what were you dreaming about?



word count: 1,242

**warning: SMUT**

My first time staying the night at Shawn’s, I was awoken by what I thought was Shawn talking. I rolled over and looked at the clock, thinking it was morning. However, it was only midnight. I thought I had heard Shawn’s voice, which made me think it was morning already. I rested my head on the pillow again and my head sunk into it. Not long after drifting back to sleep, I heard Shawn once more. He spoke softly, but he was normally not one to talk in his sleep, or so he said. Then, I heard what he was saying.

“You’re so tight, Y/N.” Shawn moaned lowly. My eyes widened at what I heard. I rolled over to inspect, to see if what I thought was happening was actually happening. I pulled the blanket back slowly, trying my hardest to not wake him. Shawn was still sound asleep, but groaning my name with his large hand palming his erection. I nearly gasped at what I saw. Of course Shawn and I’d had sex before, but this was an exciting event for my first time staying the night at Shawn’s place.

I tried to wait it out, tried to wait to see if Shawn’s moans would cease. However, they did not. At least ten minutes had passed and he was still moaning my name along with, I’ll admit, quite filthy dirty talk. I reached to move Shawn’s hand from his length. I now rested my hand over him and began to kiss his jawline. I kissed sweetly, pressing my lips hard against his skin. With no response to my kisses, I decided to press my lips against Shawn’s skin more lustfully. My tongue slipped between my lips and glided over his cheek and a small amount of stubble hairs. My mouth hovered over Shawn’s ear. I exhaled deeply, not really knowing what to say.

“Shawn, wake up.” I said. From what Shawn has previously told me, he was a light sleeper. This was evidently true because as soon as I spoke to him, he woke up.

“Hmm?” He hummed. I smirked thinking about what I was going ask him. He hadn’t realized the position of my hand over his crotch yet or that my leg was draped over his. I sat up in bed and looked down at Shawn, who looked so sleepy at the moment.

“What were you dreaming about?” I asked, giggling slightly. I waited for a reaction that was delayed because of Shawn being only halfway awake. Even with how dark the room was, I could still see Shawn’s eyes widen thanks to the bright moon shining in through the blinds.

“What?” He questioned, acting like he didn’t hear or understand me.

“You know what I said.” I smirked at him. The cool glow of the moon through the window still allowed me to see Shawn’s cheeks turn a deep, flushed shade of pink. I placed my hand on Shawn’s lower abdomen, which was thankfully bare.

“You.” He said bluntly, as if that weren’t obvious. Shawn looked genuinely embarrassed but hearing the way he whimpered my name made me ache for him. “How much did you hear?” When I told him I had been listening for a while, his flesh turned even redder. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

“So what exactly was I doing in this dream you were enjoying so much?” I asked Shawn finally. He looked up at me, into my eyes.

“Riding me,” he gulped. I had never done that before, so it was understandable why he would dream that. I pictured the thought of riding Shawn, me being in complete control. I felt myself grow wetter, moisture pooling in my panties. I moved over Shawn, moving one leg over one side of his body and the other leg to the other side. I looked up into his eyes when my fingers reached the waistband of his boxers. He nodded his head swiftly and I pulled the fabric off of him.

Shawn now laid below me completely nude and already with a full hard on. His long fingers tugged at the lace of my underwear then tossed them to the side. I hovered over his length before rubbing my slick folds up and down him. I nearly moaned when I moved up just barely too far and the head of his cock almost slipped into me. At this point, Shawn and I were beyond ready. Shawn reached over to his nightstand for a condom. He quickly tore it open and rolled it on.

My small hand wrapped around the base of his length. I lined Shawn up with my entrance and sunk down onto him. He bottomed out on the very first thrust, causing us to whimper in unison.

“In my dream you didn’t have a shirt on.” Shawn breathed out but chuckled while telling me. I rolled my eyes at him then threw my shirt at him. He caught it and threw it to the floor. I placed my hands on his upper abdomen and gripped onto him. My hips moved up then back down slowly to take in all of his cock.

Shawn’s hands gripped onto my thighs while I bounced on him. I kept the pace slow, trying let this last as long as possible. Shawn became impatient with the speed and thrusted his hips up. I looked up at him and saw droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead and that his hair was getting damp already. He still bucked his hips up, meeting me halfway with my thrusts.

“So tight and wet, baby.” Shawn groaned. I moaned as well when Shawn hit just the right spot. I rode him at the same angle so his cock would keep hitting that same spot. I became a moaning mess with my legs shaking, barely able to keep riding Shawn. Every roll of my hips was quick and sloppy as I came closer to my orgasm. I leaned over Shawn’s body. I pressed my lips to his while still rolling my hips onto him, bouncing on his length.

“I’m, oh fuck, I’m so close.” I whimpered. Shawn’s large hands grasped my breasts since they were basically right in his face. His thumbs teased my nipples and the extra sensation and pleasure sent me right over the edge to my orgasm. Shawn felt my walls spasm around his dick, letting him know I had orgasmed, if the sobs and moans hadn’t already.

Shawn thrusted up into me as I was too exhausted to do much more. I was so sensitive and Shawn’s sloppy thrusts didn’t help the matter. After a few rushed thrusts, he also came. I felt a spurt of warmth fill the condom as Shawn’s thrusts ceased. He kissed my forehead after pulling out of me. Then he left to go clean up and I remained laying underneath the sheets and blanket.

I was aware of Shawn being back in the bed by the mattress sinking in next to me and then his warmth behind me. Neither one of us bothered putting on clothes before we went back to sleep. Shawn sweetly pecked my cheeks before cuddling up to me.

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had, or at least I thought so.” I told him.

“So much better than my dream.” Shawn murmured. I laughed at him before saying our goodnights, then falling asleep soon after.

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**warning: SMUT**

I hovered over Shawn’s lap and kissed him oh so slowly. My hands rested on his chest to support myself. His hands, however, could not stay in one place for long. They moved from my cheek, down my shoulder and arm then to my waist. They soon found my breasts and squeezed lightly. Shawn’s bottom lip rested between my lip while we kissed. He had just gotten home from tour, and as much as we wanted to jump right into sex, we took our time kissing one another.

His eager hands roamed underneath my shirt and pulled it over my head. His fingers reached into my bra and teased my nipples. I continued to only kiss him but began to grind on his crotch slowly. A hard bulge started to grow where I sat on Shawn’s lap. Our tongues glided over one another’s and Shawn whimpered into the kiss. I finally pulled away from Shawn’s lips for the first time since he removed my shirt, gasping for air.

“What’s wrong?” I breathed out. Shawn was struggling with his breath more than I was.

“Nothing, keep going.” He encouraged. I didn’t believe him, but kissed him again anyways. I lowered myself back onto his lap and he groaned as soon as my clothed core made contact with his length, which was also still clothed. I pulled away once again, giving him a look that told him to confess what was wrong. “Okay, fine. It’s just that I missed you and I really need you to, uhm, touch me.”

I rolled my eyes at how needy he was but continued kissing his sweet lips. Shawn’s hands quickly found my butt; he squeezed hard and I gasped. I barely let my lips linger over his while I looked into his gorgeous eyes. He looked so eager for my touch, like he was craving it. I loved to see him this way. I pecked his lips lightly before removing his shirt. Regardless of how long I had been with Shawn, I was always pleased when I saw him undressed. His body was, for lack of a better word, perfect. There was no other way to put it.

I kissed his neck teasingly, my tongue grazing his warm flesh occasionally. His breath hitched in his throat and I took it as a sign to continue. I nipped at his neck with my teeth before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I grinded on his crotch only to hear more sounds leave his lips.

“Fuck, I need you.” Shawn groaned. I kissed down his toned chest and abdomen slowly. I kissed just below his belly button, right at the skin above his belt. I listened to his begs and whimpers only moments longer before deciding to give in to him. My fingers worked to take off his belt and Shawn’s previously tense body relaxed underneath me.

Shawn was still eager and as soon as I pulled his pants down his legs, he kicked them off. I looked up at Shawn, into his eyes. I rested my hands on his thighs, so close to his throbbing length. I rubbed him through the tight, thin fabric of his boxers. I looked up at Shawn to see him biting his plump bottom lip. I teased until I sensed Shawn actually couldn’t take it any longer. I wanted to hear him begging for my touch, but only to a certain extent.

I slowly pulled down his underwear then starting pumping up and down his cock with my hand. Shawn already breathed heavily and was very anxious. I took him into my mouth and sucked the head lightly. I licked the underside of his cock right below the head, the most sensitive area. I began to bob my head up and down now and Shawn seemed to enjoy it; his soft moans told me so.

I pushed my mouth down as far as I could go without gagging. Shawn struggled to keep his hips from bucking up so I rested my hands on them, trying to keep them down. I looked up Shawn’s body at his face to see his head thrown back in pleasure. I pushed my hair away from my face, attempting to get it out of my way. Shawn noticed my struggle. He sat up and his hand served as a makeshift hair tie for the moment, as his back rested against the headboard. My mouth moved up and down his length faster now that my hair was no longer an issue. Shawn now had some control over how fast I sucked him, holding my hair, and took full advantage of this.

“Y/N,” Shawn moaned. I smirked then quickly continued to suck him. I swirled my tongue around the tip and felt Shawn’s whole body tense at the sensation. I glanced up at Shawn to briefly look into his eyes. He stared down at me intently, watching my every motion. “I’m gonna cum.”

After Shawn’s announcement, I only picked up the the pace even more. I bobbed my head quickly up and down trying to bring him to orgasm. Even with this fast pace, Shawn still pushed my head faster with my ponytail. I felt veins twitching on his cock and prepared myself to swallow what was coming. I sucked him clean of his juices and felt his whole body relax immediately after.

I raised myself up to face Shawn again. He pulled me onto his lap and flipped me over. Shawn was now on top of me and worked to remove my pants.

“My turn.” Shawn said smirking as he began kissing down my halfway nude body.

You’re the One Who Left(S.M)

Requested: Yes. Anon requested number 3 and 13.

Description: Shawn comes back to Toronto and searches y/n down to tell her how he really feels.

Warnings: cursing

It’s kinda short sorry!

I groaned as I entered my apartment. It was such a long day at work, I’ve never seen so many people in one accounting office. I kicked my heels off and plopped on my couch my eyes closing on impulse. 

My eyes were maybe closed for five minutes before I heard a knock on my door I debated on actually getting up and answering it, but I did anyway. I pulled myself to my feet padding my way to the door and opening it to a familiar face that made my heart sink to my stomach. “Wh-What are you doing here.” 

“Y/n, I really want to talk to you.” He pleaded. My brain said no, but my heart said yes. I stepped aside opening my door a little wider and motioned for him to come inside. I walked to the couch and waiting for him to sit down as well. We stared into each others eyes and I waited for him to talk. “I know you’re thinking that it’s really fucking weird to see me right now, and you don’t know how I got your new address, but I needed to see that gorgeous face.” He broke a little bit of tension.

“Shawn you’re the one who left. So, you’re right I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing here.” I spat.

“I know I left out of no where, and I know you’re still mad I went with Camila to that club when you asked me not to, but please forgive me. I don’t know what I was doing, my head wasn’t in the right place.” Shawn said and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Do not even think about touching me. You didn’t answer my texts, my calls, Geoff even fucking ignored me! You think I’m going to forgive you that easy ? For walking out on me and me being clueless and scared shitless for you? The only way I found comfort in knowing you were gone was when I saw pictures of you in California on the beach.” I seethed. At this point i was standing up and yelling. Shawn looked like a helpless puppy sitting on my couch in front of me, teary eyed. God how much I wanted to jump on him and kiss him right now was more than I’d ever expect, but I couldn’t.

“Please,” He looked up at me begging, “Give me one more shot, I’ll do it right this time.” I looked at the floor and thought about it for a second. I missed him, I loved him, I wanted him.

“Shawn, I will love you until the ends of the Earth meet,” I breathed my voice cracking when tears started flowing, “But this, this thing between us is vicious. How can I be so sure that you won’t leave me again and leave me hopeless and depressed? I know you’d try Shawn, I really do, but I can’t ruin myself because of you. Its not healthy.” The both of us were crying. I walked to the door of my quaint apartment, where pictures of Shawn and I still lay under my pillow, and opened it. “Please leave Shawn, don’t even bother coming back.” I tried getting out but most of it was muffled by my sobs. Shawn got up from where he was frozen on the black sectional and walked to the door. 

“I love you , y/n, I will never forget about you.” I stepped out and looked back at me. His cheeks were red and his eyes glistening with tears. I gave him a small smile and shut the door. I turned my back and slid down the wall burying my face in my hands. I knew Shawn hadn’t left yet due to the lack of footsteps down the hallway. I muffled my sobs and realized that Shawn was my whole life, he was my everything. If he came begging why didn’t I give myself that second chance to be with him? I heard the footsteps padding down the hallway when I quickly got up to open the door again. 

“Shawn!” I saw him turn around, hope in his eyes. I bounded down the hallway past numerous other apartments and jumped into his arms. He held me tightly.

“Please don’t leave me.” He said softly. 

“As long as you won’t.” I whispered back. 

I guess it’s the adrenaline that kept me from letting him leave, the want and desire for the boy that cause me so many good memories, and so little bad ones. He was the reason I kept on going and waking up in the morning. I was waiting for him to come back, and he did.

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Guilty pleasures.

Everybody’s got them.

That socialite you swear you loathe? You still end up watching every episode of her day to day saga. That pizza you swore would jinx your diet programme? You still end up savouring every bite of the long-gone-cold inconsistent-cheese-lathered soggy crust. That cliche novel you swore you hated? You still find yourself unable to tear your eyes from its pages, hanging onto every overused trope, curled in your blankets when you think you’re safe from anybody catching you reading it.

What made Shawn any different?

For him it was being greeted by the same old icon bearing his face, a header that should have made him blush - but instead surged adrenaline through his veins, and the all too similar layout of the tumblr blog he had started stalking that fateful night. It all started with him sending an anonymous message, that had received an immediate answer consisting of overinsistent typing in caps lock, full of coos and love and warmth that toasted his cheeks, upto his toes. One anon lead to another, and he found himself spending his days looking forward to scrolling through the blog, while in the haven of his room (for the night) after he performed his daily duties. Shawn had loved using twitter and other socials before, thinking that was what connected him to his fans. But how wrong he was. Their twitters and instagrams were them dressed in the most expensive set they owned, ready to impress. Their tumblrs, however, were a different case. It was them in all their natural, beautiful glory - messy hair, tattered overused but still comfy pyjamas, every pretty freckle on display.

So yet again, Shawn found himself locked up in his room, scrolling through the said blog. Anons after anons flooding the page. Shawn had made a separate account - complete with a url and design he thought would fit someone from his fandom ( a move that Shawn had swore would either end up inflating his ego, or bashing it till he never stepped out again). Currently on the blog, they were having a debate whether Shawn was dominant in bed or not. Shawn read on, thoroughly amused yet flushed, and decided to throw his two cents in.

“What if he likes to be submissive instead?” ~$

He finished typing, coupled with his standard emoji that he had started to use to let the owner of the blog know it’s him (not him…but him, you know?). She immediately replied coupled with a gif that nearly made him fall off his bed laughing.


Shawn laughed at her reply.


From what he knew, she was 18, went by her pseudonym. Loved books, swore by every band ever signed to fueled by ramen, loved her coffee sweet and strong. Was shorter than him. Had not attended any of his concert yet, cause he never came to her country -  something he vowed to put right . Had caused a havoc on her blog after the prices on his tickets were announced, something that brought to light how adversely his fans were affected by the prices - something he was still pestering his label to put to right.

Shawn never thought it was possible to yearn to meet someone he didn’t even know how they really were, but he was sure it was very similar to what his fans felt for him.


Ana clicked her window shut in an all too familiarized routine, as somebody knocked on her door.

“Come in!”

“Hey sweetie, all ready for your test tomorrow?” her mom repeated the same old question, something that had become close to a ritual before any examination. Especially now that she would be leaving school after this.

“Yeah, I’m good to go, I guess.”

After a brief yet antagonizingly slow talk about uni’s and applications and how she had to choose science as her course, yet again, her mother left her to the confines her solitude.

Finally, she thought.

It wasn’t that Ana didn’t love her mum, she did, but her parents’ pestering to leave her passion for writing and choose the well beaten “glorious” path of science had started to get on her nerves. Initially she had thought that they’ll leave her be in time. But guess not.

She felt a sense of home when she logged back on her tumblr, the sight of it filling her with pride. It was a Shawn Mendes blog, where she wrote out her fantasies and frustrations out. She had stayed up nights, adjusting between the torturous regime of school and homeworks and tests, and religiously posting and updating her blog. And now she was rewarded with anons and inboxes that made every single day feel like christmas.

A new anon popped up on her screen.

“What if he likes to be submissive instead?” ~ $

Ana smiled. This particular anon had crawled their way through the screen into her heart. Keeping up with everything she posted, commenting and speculating. But they never came off anon, something that Ana desperately wanted this anon to do.

She typed out her response dutifully, coupled with a gif that mirrored her reaction, and posted.

Yup, definitely wanna be friends with this one.

so i keep seeing this everywhere and it’s hurting my heart. i will say tho in all honesty, i feel like any normal person would take a photo with a celebrity even if they didn’t like them, because they’re a celebrity. i mean right? i don’t know i could be wrong but that’s just me. BUT still the fact that this chick would say that, is rude. and it hurts my heart so much to know that there are so many people out there who only like shawn for his looks. and it’s very unfair that those people get to meet him and the real fans seem to have more trouble meeting him. idk man i’m just kinda sad

Forgotten Anniversary (Shawn Mendes)

Hey loves,

requests are open!

Request:  HII! Can you mayne write something where shawn is in relationship with reader but he’s spending a lot of time with Camilla recently in studio, bc they are writing a song, and then Shawn forget about their anniversary or reader’s birthday? // sorry for my english, its not my first language //

Thank You all for your requests!


Originally posted by itsmsletsp

I was never a really jealous person so I didn’t mind Shawn hanging out with Camila, I knew she was a nice girl and I knew that Shawn loved me. But seeing him this morning rushing through the doors to not be late for breakfast with Camila made me slightly mad. I hope he didn’t forget that today is our anniversary. After all he made the reservation at our favorite restaurant. 


Sitting at the restaurant I looked at the time for the 10th time under 10minutes. He was half an hour late. He was never late, always early. I looked at the male waiter asking for the check on two champagne glasses. “I guess he didn’t come?” he asked. I nodded. “I’m really sorry. But he’s an asshole if he left you alone, especially looking this nice” I smiled looking at him. He quickly turned his head to look at the time. “Do you mind waiting for me? My shift ends in 15minutes” looking at him I thought what Shawn would say, but honestly, I don’t care about him right now. “Okay”


Probably we looked stupid sitting at the mcdonald’s with our fancy clothes but it was fine. “No!” I gasped at him. “You did not say that to her!” “I actually did. That was the last time I heard of her” Cole answered laughing, “Well of course you idiot, you can’t say to a girl I’m in a bit of a hurry, so can you make it quick. You are unbelievible“ I said throwing my french fries at him. With this move we started mini food war between us. I looked up when I heard a very familliar voice saying my name. „What are you doing here?“ Shawn murmed looking at me. „Enjoying my evening“ I said through my teeth. Blood rushing when I saw Camila behind him. „Yeah, I can see. Why with him?“ Shawn looked at him with disgust „Well Shawn, you shouldn‘t be mad at Cole. Thanks to him he made my evening from shit to an actual really fun evening“ I smiled at Cole. „Let‘s go“ I said standing up with Cole. Quickly Shawn hands wrapped around my wrist. „Let go of me“ I grunted looking at him. „You‘re sleeping in a living room tonight“ I angrily said and taking Cole‘s hand walked out of the mcdonald‘s. „Well you were a badass, Y/N“ smirking Nate looked at me „Oh shut it Cole“ 


Walking through the door I saw Shawn sitting in our living room with head in his hands. Hearing the outside door shut Shawn jumped on his feet „Y/N. Thank God you‘re safe“ he started coming closer. „Don‘t bother Shawn“ „Look, I‘m sorry. I didn‘t mean to forget our anniversary“ „Sorry won‘t do shit“ I replied looking at him with disappoint in my eyes. He hurt me bad this time.


I groaned looking at the clock which showed 3am. Turning to my other side I looked at the window. It was empty and uncomfortable sleeping without Shawn on my side. Him wrapping his hands around my body, murming sweet things. I could hear Shawn groaning while moving again and again. I promised myself that I would be hard on him but I just couldn‘t take it anymore. Silently I tiptoed down the stairs. „Shawn“ I whispered staring at him. From my voice he quickly turned to my side. „Y/N..“ „I can‘t sleep“ I murmed but seeing him opening his arms small smile appeared on my face. He pulled my body closer to his leaving kisses on my neck. „I‘m“ peck „So“ another peck „Sorry“ he left kiss on my lips this time. I let out breath I was holding in. „I know you are“ I whispered putting my head on his chest. After moving around for the 10th time Shawn groaned „That‘s it. We‘re going to our bed“ he said and quickly put me in his hands. I slighly laughed. „I swear to god if you‘re going to hit my head somewhere“ I threatened him laughing. „I won‘t“ he smirked kissing me. I love this dork.

Never let me go

Request: hey! i love your blog so much!!!! seriously you’re one of my favs :) i was wondering if you could do an imagine or bulletpoints of taking a bath with shawn? no smut or anything, just cute and happy and relaxing and cuddly :)))

Word count: 1669

My head was leaning against the pillow, feeling heavier than ever before. It was currently ten past four in the evening, and i hadn’t left bed for anything else then getting down to the kitchen and make some tea. I sniffled as i closed my eyes, trying to force myself to sleep. But who was i kidding, i had tried this since i woke up this morning, my throat feeling sore and my nose clogged up. Shawn had insisted that i should call in sick, which i did. 

He had left to go to the studio at 10am. The last six hour had felt like the longest hours ever, even though i felt sick and empowered, but quite was trying to convince myself that i was okay, i needed him here with me. I needed him to give me worried looks, make damp clothes for my forehead and just play with my hair. I was craving that more than anything in the world right now, but no sign of him in the house was yet to hear. 

He was working hard, and i didn’t want him to get sick either, as it would frustrate him so much not being able to sing and create music. So on that part i should just stay away from him. But we both knew that that wasn’t going to happen. He attracted me like a magnet, and no matter where he was i always found him. My hands always on his body, not being able to pull myself away from him. And my heart and body was aching for him to be near me, to cuddle up with me and tell me that i would be totally fine again tomorrow. 

I closed my eyes as the last thing i saw was the clock striking half five. My sleep was heavy and without any dreams. The only thing i could remember was the cold creeping in on my body as sweat started to erupt on my arms and forehead. I opened my eyes in a hard and swift motion, the first seconds not being able to see anything before my eyes focused on the cieling. The door creaked open. I turned my head, and aching pain in my neck was shot down my back. I flinched as my eyes met Shawns brown orbs. 

“Hi baby,” he spoke as he opened the door, lightly stepping into the room. My voice almost being gone, i croaked back “Hi my love,” he smiled as he stepped over to the bed. Placing his huge hand on my head. “You’re hot babe,” i forced out a laugh, “I’m glad you find me attractive even though i feel like shit,” he giggled as he dried up some sweat on my forehead, “youre that too, but i mean it. You’re boiling,” i sighed as i was feeling colder than ever before. “It doesn’t feel like that,” i spoke, sounding pathetic as ever before. 

He stood up as he walked towards the bathroom. I looked longingly after him as i sighed, closing my eyes for second. A sound of running water made me open them again immediately. My head turned towards the half closed door to the bathroom. A slight humming could be heard from within which made my face light up in a smile, being able to listen to him forever. His head peaked out through the door, looking over at me, and then disappearing inside again. Another five minutes passed, the sound of water had stopped. Shawns footsteps could be heard, and seconds after the door opened, a little steam coming out of the room, only dimly lit. 

He walked over to me. “Do you know what always helps when you are sick?” I shook my head lightly, making my body shiver. “Sweating it out,” he spoke before he in one swift motion picked me up, lifting me from the bed and carrying me towards the bathroom. He looked down at my body. I was wearing one of his hoodies and big woolen socks. He giggled, as i grimaced, “he dont judge” i laughed as i leaned my head against his chest, inhaling his scent, making me feel way more relaxed. 

He pushed open the door with his shoulder before setting me down on the little carpet. He closed the door after him. The room was semi-dark. Candles were lit on the sink and some on the floor. A smell of eucalyptus was filling the room, making my senses tense and my muscles relax. The bath water was steaming and fogging up the mirrors and glass. He watched me standing there just inhaling the scent, and me enjoying finally being able to breathe freely again. His body moved silently around mine. His hands gently pulling my hair out from the ponytail, it cascading down my shoulders. 

His fingers found the hem of the sweater i was wearing. He swiftly pulled it off me, before he moved so he was facing me. He planted a small kiss on my head before going down to his knees. His hands drawing patterns down my legs before lifting one slightly. Kissing my calf as he pulled the big sock off me, doing the same to the other one. I was standing in just my thong, but feeling more comfortable than ever. He looked up at me, his eyes wide from adoration. I looked down at him, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his nose. He smiled widely before hooking his fingers in my thong pulling it down. 

He kissed my stomach before he stood up, grabbing my hand and leading me to the tub. Supporting my body as i stepped down into the burning water. I flinched, “sorry love,” he spoke. I shook my head, “don’t” i whispered as i lowered myself down into the water. He smiled as i sunk down into the liquid. It draping itself around my body. I closed my eyes as i inhaled the steam rising from the water. The sounds of Shawn taking off his clothes made me open my eyes again. Silently watching him. 

How his back muscles flexed as he pulled off the t-shirt he was wearing. His skin being exposed to my eyes. I smiled to myself, just because he was such a beautiful and caring human, and just that made him the most perfect human on the the face of the earth. He bowed down his hair slightly falling over his face as i pulled off his jeans and boxers. He turned around, his face lit up in a toothy grin before he made his way over to me. Confidently and charming he stepped into the bath, also his face grimacing as his body hit the water at first. I laughed as i looked at him. 

“Come here,” he spoke as he with a swift motion with his hand guided me over to him. I scooted over as i placed my body between his legs. My back up against his chest. Resting my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. HIs hands bringing the hot water up to my shoulders, running his hands over my sore back and neck. I sighed as he placed a soft kiss on my temple. “How are you feeling,” he spoke slightly, whispering in my ear. My mind focusing on his touch on my skin. “Better,” i concluded after thinking a bit about it. 

His hands massaging my back, stroking up my back as i leaned in closer him. My hands tracing over the bubbles created on top of the surface of the water, breathing in, matching my breathing with his, so our chests were lifting at the same time. His heartbeat being felt on my back. This is all i wanted, to be this close to him forever. 

“Sorry i had to leave you alone,” he spoke as his hands rand from my arms to massaging my scalp. “Don’t worry about it, i’m fine,” I could hear the smile in his voice, “i know you are,” but he continued, “but i just wish i could have spent the day with you, taking proper care of you,” my hand placed on top of his as i intertwined our fingers, “you are making up to it pretty good right now.” He smiled as he stroke his leg against mine. “Good,” he whispered before grabbing the shampoo bottle next to us. 

Squeezing a bit into his hands, before bringing them to my head. I leaned my ha back before his fingers tips started to work against my scalp again, a low humming was echoing from his chest, sending vibrations through mine. A slight smell of mint and flowers was mixed with the already strong smell of eucalyptus in the room. The foam running down my back as i closed my eyes. His fingers drawing small circular motions in my hear as the water lulled me in like a big blanked. His body against mine. 

“Please, can we do this more often,” i sighed as he rinsed out the shampoo before placing his head on my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my body underwater, pulling me closer to him. “I haven’t planned on ever letting you go, so yes,” he spoke. “Please never let me go,” i breathed out. Not even wanting it to sound anywhere near sad, because i just knew deep down in my soul that he was the one, and i would never leave him. 

His skin was burning against mine as he pulled me closer. His limbs tangling into mine as his breathing was felt against my shoulder blades, where he placed small kisses. “And ill never do that,” he spoke as if there had passed centuries between his response to mine, but it made a smile appear on my face which only he could trigger. Even though i was sick and feeling not at home in my body. He was giving me the home and comfort i needed, no matter where in the world we were. 


Originally posted by neseev

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,261

A/N: this one had an aspect that was requested by someone who I’ve forgotten - rookie’s mistake. Moral of the story, she asked for the main character to be short!! Whoever it was message me and let me know if this was okay xxx


Sitting in the crowded room, the air filled with the scent of alcohol and colourful Christmas lights reflecting around the room, I sit across from Shawn. We had decided that it would be a whole lot easier to just pretend as if we weren’t a thing tonight because neither of us had the patience to deal with our drunk friends making drunk remarks about the situation. I glance over at Shawn, wanting to keep a distance as I didn’t trust myself. He’s sitting there listening intently to his friends with the biggest grin on his face, looking unintentionally adorable. Deep down I just wanted to shout from the rooftop that Shawn was finally mine, that I could finally have him all to myself. But I knew it wasn’t the right time. Our friends always used to joke about us getting together and how our height difference would be the laughing stock of every outing. Little did they know that a couple years later it would be a massive turn on for me or that we’d actually end up together. The fact that Shawn is 6”2 while I’m only 5”3 really was not a pivotal aspect of our relationship anyway. I’m broken out of my trance as I hear someone call my name. Great. It was Shawn’s group. I couldn’t go over there and sit next to Shawn without caving or feeling extremely uncomfortable trying to pretend I wasn’t head over heels for him. “Y/N! Come on, come sit over here!” yells one of my most beloved friends who both me and Shawn have known since second grade. I stand from my seat, focused on the ground ahead of me as I walk into the danger zone. As I walk towards the end of the sofa, next to Shawn, I accidentally brush my thigh on his hand, making my leg tingle. I sit next to Shawn, trying not to touch him as I turn to my friend. “Hey what’s up? Why’d you call me over?” I ask, attempting to come across as calm and collected. “Oh, Shawn was just telling me a hilarious story about this girl he got with and she was too short to reach for his hair when they were making OUT!” He finished his sentence, getting louder with each word. My face feels red hot as I try to not make my laugh sound fake. If you haven’t guessed already, that girl was me. As my friend bends over in hysterics, I quickly turn my head to Shawn, shooting him a look that was a mixture of confused, angry and pissed. He just shrugs with a dirty smirk on his face, bringing his hand to rest beside my leg. What the hell is he doing? I think to myself, does he want people to know?

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