shawn mendes fan fic

Just Tonight.

HEY! So this has been in my drafts for like FOREVER! @pinkanddepressed had an ask about this so long ago and at the time I decided to make a small imagine about it and TOTALLY forgot about it. But anyway here it is. Hope ya liked it! Requests are open, request anything I’m down to write it. Also excuse any mistakes, as it’s late as I’m exhausted. 

word count: 1.8k

Originally posted by everythingrelationshipsx

Wine. Check. Ice cream. Check. Looking over everything in my cart scanning to make sure I have the things on my list.The necessities that are normally used for a bad break up, is Shawn’s necessities for coming home. He comes home in T-minus 6 hours making me gitty with emotions.

When Shawn and I started getting serious with our relationship he would call me, out of the blue about an hour in advance and ask me to come over

‘Hey are you busy?’

'No, not that I know of why?’

'I’m landing in like an hour and I just want you there. I miss you.’

'Okay. I’ll be there.’

That’s how it all started, asking if I was busy and if I could meet him at his house. I would always sense that he was shy to ask, always trying to start conversation. I knew when he would be coming home, making sure to not stay at work longer than I usually would.

I remember standing in the airport, seeing Shawn ready to depart which broke me and he looked at me holding my face in his hands so I look at him and he simply said 'I want you there when I’m coming home, or just want to come visit me, or even just to be here even of I’m not home.’ He said taking my hand and placing a key in the palm of my hand and closing it kissing my knuckles not breaking eye contact. I only ever used the key for when Shawn was coming home. I just never liked coming over without asking, or never used the key unless he said he was going to be home. Never want to overstay my welcome. So there his key sat, on my key ring right next to my house key. I repeat the words that he said to me as he placed the key in my small hand which always seems to make me smile even on bad days when he wasn’t around  “I want you here when come home.” And not in a demanding way. Not in the slightest. More in a desperate, I need you type of beg. I couldn’t help but feel you heart skip a thousand times, with so much love and joy. The key has been on your key ring this whole time.

I walk into his condo with the necessities placing the ice cream immediately in the freezer and walking into the closet that he keeps in the closet closest to his living room. I take the blankets that we always use, throwing them on the couch, and getting his pillows from his bedroom. Placing the pillows and blankets in the way we always have them. I sit waiting for the jiggling of the keys to be made just outside the door. I sit on the dining room table, with dinner sitting in a pot on the stove waiting patiently for the Canadian I love.

Hearing the door knob jiggle, and the sound of keys on the other side of the door always made my heart skip a beat. Just the realization that he was about to step inside his home. He was about to feel at home, finally after months of being away. I would be the first person he seems when he opens the door. The door slowly opens sorta like a big suspense in a TV show when they bring back a special guest , having me jump from the dining room chair and practically running to the door to meet Shawn at the foyer. I see my lanky and tired 6'3" Canadian walk through the door. I meet his tired eyes and give him a sympathetic look. “Hi, love” I say quietly, earning a smile from Shawn, and practically jumping into my arms.

His arms wrapping around my small waist squeezing me tight, nuzzling his face into my hair, taking in my scent. “I missed you. I missed home.” He mumbles squeezing me tighter, feeling as if I’m going to disappear.

“I made dinner.” I say bringing my hands to the nape of his neck, grabbing his curls and bringing my hand down his back, stroking up and down. Usually when the word food flies out of my mouth he looks at the kitchen for what was being made. But this is different, he keeps his face buried into my neck.

“Can you just hold me for a little?” He asks in a muffled sound making my heart melt. I don’t say anything, but stroke his hair, soothing him feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders and squeezing me tightly with fear that I will slip away. He pulls from our hug, not wanting to pull away and places a sweet longing kiss that he has been waiting for ever since he left for the airport. Any time Shawn comes home from flying he always rushes to the bathroom to shower, he cannot stand how he feels after a long flight. Even on a good day Shawn is in the shower for a long time. But when he comes home from tour or being away for awhile he takes an even longer shower. Likes to reflect on what his life is and where he is. He says it’s his thinking place. As I hear the shower turn on, hearing the speaker turn on and blast with music I make my way to the kitchen, heating up his favorite comfort food, pasta with meat sauce. Definitely not as good as his mother’s recipe but it’s my recipe. Before coming here every time Shawn came home he either  A) beg for me to come over and have takeout and a movie. Or B) he would come to me and bring takeout. He was never one to make a home cooked meal. Well he tried, it was either the same old chicken and rice or pasta. Anything else was a hit or miss. I remember making Shawn a simple cheese and ham omelette when he came to my apartment on short notice ‘wanting to cuddle.’ Which was always funny about Shawn, he could be hundreds of miles away and he will still try to fly home just to cuddle. Ever since making that omelette the whole chicken and rice became a past thing. He slowly started to learn how to cook just from watching him. Just don’t let him make any type of sauce as he may make it explode.

Seeing his tall frame come closer to me with a wet mop of his curls walking closer to me. “I’m glad you’re here.” He said in a low whisper holding me again smelling his scent making hold him more. When he left for the first time when we started dating the last thing he said to me before he left for the airport was “I want you here when come home.” And not in a demanding way. Not in the slightest. More in a desperate, I need you type of beg, and that’s when he gave me his key to his place. You couldn’t help but feel you heart skip a thousand times, with so much love and joy. The key has been on your key ring this whole time.

“Always I’ll always be here.” I say looking up at him and I can’t help but fall even more deeper in love with the person standing in front of me. He keeps his eyes on me leaning down and pressing his lips onto mine. This kiss was different. The first kiss was gentle, afraid I wouldn’t want to be kisses, or afraid if they felt the same. This kiss was more passionate. More reassuring to himself, he knew nothing had changed since he has left. “Dinner?” I ask serving a heaping plate of pasta and meat sauce after pulling from his kiss. His eyes widen at the thought of food and nods his head making long strides to the you grabbing the plate and kissing my cheek. 

“Thank you, I love you.” He said against my cheek, and blushing extremely hard.

Coming over to the table, seeing a curly haired boy with his nose deep into his plate, not coming up for air making me laugh. “Slow down, eh.” I say coming to the table with my plate seeing his eye’s look up at me continuing to chew.

I sit down at the table eating with Shawn in person for the first time in a couple of months. We always made sure to Face Time each other when one of us is having dinner, so technically we have dinner with one another. “I missed you.” He says taking yet another forkful, shoving it in his mouth. “And your cooking.” He says after he swallows making me laugh.

“Babe, seriously calm down. There is more in the pot. It’s not leaving.” I say reassuring him a little, watching a smile form on his source covered lips.

Dinner ended fighting over who should do the dishes, with me doing them as he rushed to go to the bathroom, and coming to see me doing them and hearing him whine like a little kid that lost to his little sister in a game of monopoly “babe I said I’d do them.”

“Well, you went pee. I want these done so we can relax.” I say with a small smirk and he stands next to me and dries the clean dishes and starts to put them away.

We laid on the couch cuddled together hours passed, watching some crappy movie that was being played. His hand in my hair stroking my scalp being completely engaged in the movie as I try not to fall asleep. My hand rests on his lower abdomen, my head resting on his chest feeling his chest rise and fall with an occasional chuckle coming from him.

After trying to keep my eyes open for hours I grab his watch clad wrist and see the time being '‪11:45‬’ my eyes jut out of my socket and push away from his hold seeing a confused Shawn not looking too happy “Where ya going?” A whine coming out of his lips grabbing my wrist and pulling me back down to the couch.

“home. It’s late.” I say pulling from his hold grabbing my keys from his counter seeing him hot on my toes as soon as the word ‘home’ fell out of my lips.

"Please stay.” He says with his chest against my back making me feel goosebumps down my back. “Please y/n stay.” I wasn’t one to stay over his house all that much, I always had a constant fear that I wasn’t wanted. It didn’t matter how many times someone would tell me otherwise I always had a gut feeling that they only said that because they had to. Sure I slept with Shawn, but I was always asked if I wanted to, I never just assumed that I could stay the night. 

“Shawn, I have work tomorrow.” I say turning around seeing his bottom lip eject trying to find an excuse to not stay, even though I want to stay so badly. 

“Please? I really just want to hold you. I want to hold you every night if you let me.” He says begging for me to stay, his hands around my waist. I always thought he hinted at moving in together but never said anything because the person in the back of my head always clouded that thought. 

“Are you asking me to move in?” I finally ask looking up at him with confusion in my eyes.

“Someone finally got the hint.” He says pushing my shoulder in a joking way, and his face immediately softens leaning on the counter that is pressed to my back. “But, yes Y/n I want you to move in. I want to be able to say ‘I’m on my way home.’ and you are already there. I want to be able to come home after a long horrible day at the studio and see you watching Hannah Montana for the tenth time. I want to see that every day.” He said his eyes looking sincere and the thought of if he really was faded away. I just smiled up at him in a shy way not able to contain my emotion bottling up inside of me just wanting to scream yes at the top of my lungs. “How about we talk about this in the morning, eh?” He says and I just simply nod and feel his hand around my wrist and pulling me back to his couch. 

Laying on his bed,with Shawn on top of me, his head on my chest, his hand under my shirt finding its home on one of my breasts as he finds it relaxing and I can;t help but think about what it would be like to wake up next to the person you love, or make them coffee, or eggs, or watch crappy movies with. My mind even runs to what it would be like fighting with the person you love about who needs to do the dishes, or take out the trash, or do their laundry. I wan to do that with someone. I wan to do that with Shawn. 

I look up at him as he is engulfed in watching the movie we both put on to really caring after searching for a movie to watch for hours. “yes.” I simply say and he looks down having no clue what my reason is for saying one word out of the blue. “Moving in. Yes, if you still want to.” I say with shyness in my voice and his eyes bug out of his head and nod his head rapidly like a little kid and leans down kissing my lips. 

“please be here when I wake up.” You hear him say softly against your hair as you continue to hold him stroking his hair, and you know without a doubt, you will be there in the morning. 

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The Long Way Home -12- FINAL

A/N: what a brilliant journey! thank you ALL for your incredible support and feedback. you all mean the world to me. I’m extremely proud of this whole series and I hope the ending satisfies you all. (A note for the end: I am not a lyricist so I stole Sugarland’s “Little Miss” and made it Emma’s. Highly recommend you give it a listen to give yourself the full picture while you read)

Summary: His world is a little rocked when Shawn is joined on his 2019 world tour by Emma, a former child star with a chip on her shoulder and a voice that haunts him.

Warnings: Language, family angst, Finality ™

Word count: 7.9k (ta daaaa!)

“Now put yer teeny little fingers there… and there.”

Emma obeyed. Emma always obeys.

Grandpa Norm stroked the strings and a pretty noise came out. Emma looked down, eyes wide.

“See, lil girl? You can do it.”

Emma lies in bed, bare feet planted on her Ravenclaw duvet, staring at the ceiling. She’s blasting Shawn’s latest album from her multi-thousand dollar stereo system with her hands folded over her stomach and she’s never felt more like a moody teenager.

She’s never been allowed to be a moody teenager, so maybe this was some sort of box she had to check to level up.

She closes her eyes and he’s there again, face red and panicked, fingers gripping her car window as he jogged to keep up. She didn’t look back when they drove away toward Reagan National for the red-eye back to LAX. She couldn’t.

She drafted six different long-winded texts between the security line and landing in Los Angeles. She sent none of them.

It’s not so much that she had to leave him – she knew that was coming in a few weeks when tour ended anyway. She’s been emotionally preparing for that. It’s more the disappointment she knows he felt at her giving in to Sandra. That’s why she was so desperate to explain it to him – he has to know about the trump card. He has to understand.

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You fell off what?

Word Count: 1K

Genre: Just fluff

I am fucking tireddddddddddddddd. I legit had to wait 20 min for the gif to upload because i have the slowest fucking wifi everrrrrrr


Shawn closed the hotel door behind him grumbling to himself as he touched the painful bruises on his face.

“Honey?” he calls out in a needy voice wanting you to take care of him. He walks further into the room not seeing you anywhere.

“Baby?” he tries once again plumping down on the bed. He hears the bathroom door slide open as you poke head out to look at him. Your eyes go wide seeing his face. You drop the mascara wand you were holding in your hand getting mascara all over the white bathroom tiles. You open the door further walking to where he is as you take his face in your hands inspecting the bruises.

“What happened?” you ask as he just gave you a pout

“I fell” he says with a sigh

“From where?”

“I feel off a bird”

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Falling In Love Is Easily The Hardest Thing | Shawn Mendes | Oneshot

Summary: You’re Shawn’s long time personal assistant. He’s freaking out about the album coming out in a few days. You accidentally say you love him while trying to talk him down. It’s okay though, because he loves you too.

Word Count: 2k


Loving Shawn is sleeping on the floor of studios because it’s past midnight and you’re exhausted but you don’t want to leave him. It’s carrying water bottles around in your backpacks and purses because he always forgets them. It’s listening to him practice the same lyrics over and over in hallways, bathrooms, and empty ballrooms. It’s living out of suitcases, backpacks and duffel bags for months at a time. Taking planes, buses and shuttles at all hours of the night to everywhere in the world. It’s staying up until the sun breaks over the horizon because he can’t sleep due to nerves, anxiety, or insecurity. Sometimes all three. It’s talking him down from the stress of it all and not letting him say fuck it all at four in the morning at in a hotel room in Brazil. It’s being there for him when he gets frustrated and can’t hit notes, when he can’t get a melody right, when he can’t focus. It’s staying up late, spending all day listening to songs he’ll never record, or songs he wants to get inspiration from. It’s rubbing his throat when he’s strained himself and massaging his hands when he’s played guitar for six hours straight. Loving Shawn is easily the hardest thing you’ve ever done, but then again that’s what love is, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.


“I’m freaking out,” Shawn says calmly from the couch beside you. He is completely still, guitar on his lap, head lent back against the cushion. Nothing about him reads as a freak out, and you know freak outs.

“You sure?” You chuckle, looking him over again. Nope. Looks okay.

Shawn turns his head and stares at you. “I think I’m gonna die. I’m pretty sure my heart is gonna pound out of my chest and I’m just gonna die.”

You look over at a couple of the guys from the band who are hanging out on the couch opposite you. They get the hint and leave, closing the door to the room behind them. “What’s going on, why are you freaking out?” you ask, situating yourself so you’re facing him.

“The album drops in two days. I’ve got nerves on my nerves. What if it’s not good enough? What if it’s too different and fans hate it?” He runs his hands through his hair and tugs. “Fuck, what if I peaked with Illuminate? What if I’m nineteen and I peaked?”

“Shawn,” you say in that soft, low, almost purr like voice that you only used when he was freaking out. He knows this voice and he knows it means he needs to listen to you. “You’re in your head. The album is amazing, you’re amazing. People are going to love the new sounds, they’re going to love it because it’s you. Believe me. I’ve been here for every step of the way and I can tell you that I love it and…and I love you.”

“Why’d you pause like that?”

“What do you mean?”

Shawn sets his guitar beside the couch and turns to sit sideways, facing you. “Before you said “and I love you" you stopped, well, paused. Why?”

You shrug. “I was just collecting my thoughts I guess.” Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. You fucked up. You fucked up and said the words you’ve been trying to fight for months. The words that made your heart flip, soar, clench and stop all at once. The words you never thought you’d say out loud and especially not to him. The words you thought you could never say to him, yet here you are.

“Are you sure? Because you know you can tell me anything. I promise it stays between us, you know that.”

“I know Shawn,” you mutter, leaning against the cushion, avoiding eye contact. God you are an open book and you don’t know how to shut it around Shawn. “I guess I just wasn’t sure how to say it because I’ve never said that before.”

“You’ve never said I love you?”

“Not to you, well not to anyone outside my family really.”

Shawn leans against the couch and folds his arms over his chest. “Well, guess I’m pretty special,” he smiles, those kind soft brown eyes crinkling and that breathy little chuckle coming out. It was no wonder you fell in love with him. “You’re pretty special too y'know.”

“Yeah? How?”

“Because I love you too.”

“Oh come on Shawn,” you roll your eyes. He is just being his polite self, returning the compliment as he always did. There wasn’t an unkind bone in this man’s body, you’re pretty sure. “You love everyone. Jake, Andrew, Geoff and Brian. You’re like an eternal love giver, of course you love me.”

Shawn goes soft, his face goes into that quiet serious but gentle expression you only saw when he was in his feelings. It wasn’t often, but it was one you were familiar enough with. His eyes say a thousand words, they write a whole novel, but you can’t decipher a single thing. “I don’t love them like I love you.”

“I’m not sure I get what you-”

“I think you do.”

“Shawn, no. I’m not the one who you’re supposed to fall in love with. I’m not the one who’s going to have songs written about her one day.”

Shawn chuckles softly. “You have no idea do you?”

You furrow your eyebrows. “No idea about what?”

Shawn leans back, sitting with his head back on the cushions again, staring at the ceiling. His cheeks are bright pink, flushed like he’s embarrassed. “What is the one song on the album that you weren’t around with me to write?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh. How did he expect you to remember which of like fifty songs you weren’t around for. You passed out a lot, caught later flights sometimes. There were things you missed here and there.

“No, you know. Remember, when you listened to the rough cut?”

“Uhh, yeah,” you close your eyes, trying to remember like a month and a half ago. The night you stayed up until two in the morning with him in his hotel room listening to the album. “It’s that one, Falling For You? The one Ed sent you?”

“Fallin All In. He didn’t just send it to me. We wrote it together the night I flew into London and you were still in Toronto for your mom’s birthday.”


“So, it’s about you,” Shawn laughs, eyes still on the ceiling. His leg is doing that nervous bouncy thing that he did before shows. “It’s about you and I had to fight to keep it on the album when Andrew found out.”


Shawn’s trembling as he looks at you. “I told Ed how I’ve felt about you for a long time, just started talking about everything I’ve ever imagined with you really. Ed just started writing lyrics and it just went from there.”

You sit there, stunned silent. This whole time he hid his feelings the same way you had. How long had you just gone on hurting, aching, wanting each other and for no reason. It was like standing on either side of fogged glass, suspecting the other might be on just the other side, but not being sure, not being able to see clearly, never being bold enough to just wipe the glass and see.

“It’s okay if you don’t love me. It is fine really. I never thought I’d find someone so quickly in my life and it’s probably ridiculous but if-”

“Shawn.” He looks over, tears in his eyes like his heart has already been broken. “I love you too. I know we’ve never been physically intimate and I mean it’s not to say I don’t want to be. I just I feel like that’s maybe something we should experience before saying I love you but I guess we really don’t have to and mmm-!”

Shawn leans forward and kisses you, simple lips on lips. Eyes open, pleading with you silently that it was okay. And it is. It’s more than okay. You bring your hands up and hold his face. He smiles against your lips and it’s the sweetest thing as he chases that smile into another kiss. He pushes you back a bit until you’re laying down, head on the arm of the couch. He holds himself up over you, loose curls, long and unruly, fall down and tickle your forehead.

“I wrote Perfectly Wrong about you too,” he mumbles, pressing his forehead against yours. “Remember when I got drunk with Teddy and Scott that night at The Woodshed studio in Malibu?”

“Yeah, the day you and I fell asleep together after the beach. How could I forget, your cheeks were so red from the fireball shots and you wouldn’t let me go to bed and I had to kick you out of my room so I could sleep.”

“I was pretty fucked up. I was hurting and I was doing it to myself thinking about you. I think I knew then, after we wrote that song. I knew I was in love.”

You run your hand through his hair, fingers tangling a bit in the product he used. It was soft nonetheless. “For me it was when you were getting ready for the Time 100 awards. When we were backstage and you were pacing, on the edge of a panic attack and I grabbed you and pulled you aside. I didn’t know what to do so I grabbed your face and made you focus on me instead of the crowd. The way your eyes searched mine, the way you trusted me completely as you relaxed and found your focus again…I’ll never forget.”

“Why did we wait?” he asks, sighing softly. “Why were we so stupid?”

“I don’t know, but I do know you have an interview to go to right now, and a set to play after,” you smile, patting his cheek. “And in two days, everyone’s going to love you as much as I do.”

He grins and pushes up off the couch. “Yeah and in two days everyone’s going to know how much I love you.”

“Let’s keep them guessing for a while though.”

“Sounds good to me,” you chuckle, shooing him away. You glance up from your phone at a bit of movement a second later, startling a bit cuz you thought he had gone. He just leans on the doors to the hall and looks over at you. “What?”

“I’m playing Fallin All In tonight, the guys already helped me plan it out since Andrew didn’t want me to. I’m playing Lost first then Nervous and then Fallin.”

“But why?”

“Because I was going to tell you tonight.”

You shake your head. “Tell me what?”

Shawn does his weird little shoulder hunch and chuckle that he did when he was nervous sometimes. “I was going to tell you that I love you tonight, that’s why I was freaking out. It’s not because the album. I’m nervous about the album, confident, but nervous. It’s not why I was freaking out though.”


“You beat me to it, foiled my plans.”

“I did.”

Shawn smiles and opens the door to go out. “I’ll see you after?”

“Of course. Where else would I be?”

He shrugs and smiles as he says, “I love you,” in the softest, sweetest voice ever. Like it was a secret and he didn’t want anyone else to hear.

“Get out of here!” you giggle, looking down as you shake your head at his cuteness. “Wait!” You call out before he can get too far and he pops right back in as you grin. “I love you too,” you whisper back in the same way he had. He just smiles and you know that this was going to be the start of everything both of you had ever wanted.

Whatever You Want (Smut)

Summary: You catch Shawn in the middle of some alone time and eventually give him a hand. 

A/N: You can consider this part 2 to Nice To See You, Too or read it as a standalone. Also, this goes out to @achinglyshawn, @shawnandzoestories and @anothermendesfangirl. Fuckin’ BLESS YALL.

Anyways, there’s thigh riding and I know we all thirst for that. 

So uh, buckle up. It’s a ride. Enjoy. 

You didn’t mean to catch him. Not at all. But when you opened the bedroom door he was laid out so nicely on the bed and it was a fucking sight. You stood there, frozen for a second, registering the fact that Shawn was palming himself through his jeans.

His eyes are closed tight so he doesn’t even notice you standing at the foot of the bed. You feel yourself getting warmer and warmer the more you watch. Part of you wants to tear his hand away so you can take care of him yourself, to make him crumble apart with your own hands.

Then you actually think about it for a second while he ruts into his large hand.

You want him to show you.

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Just a movie, babe (S.M. smut)

A/N: Okay i actually got myself aroused while writing oh my gawd! its smutty as fuck. ENJOY!

Shawn’s P.O.V.

I unlock the door and open it, and before I can even get a foot in the door I hear Y/n’s voice yelling.

“Shawn! oh thank god” not a second later i see her running towards the door…towards me terror on her face. I drop my jacket and keys so she can run into my arms. “WHAT! Whats the matter babe!?” I ask, panic in my voice. She wraps her arms around my neck and hold her tighter than i’ve ever held anything in my life. 

“I just watched that movie with that psycho hockey player!” she cried out….her face is still hidden my neck but I let go of her waist. My facial expression instantly changes from anxious to blank. 

“Friday the 13th” I correct her. 

“yeaaah. oh my god i’m so glad you’re home Shawnie i was so scared here alone” she whimpers. “get off of me” I chuckle, backing away from her and picking up the items I dropped a second ago. 

“what? nooo you’re suppose to protect me!” she gasped. “From…Netflix? its just a movie babe” I shake my head and make my way the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “for a second there i thought you were a good boyfriend” she pouts while locking the door and walking into the kitchen after me. I look down at her and she rolls her eyes, taking the water bottle from my hands and drinking a sip. “For a second there i thought you were actually in danger. And would a bad boyfriend let you steal their water?” I smirk before taking the bottle back. I take a sip but almost spill some on myself when pokes me in the side.

“jerk! id like to see you sit through a scary movie without feeling the least bit paranoid” she challenged.

“Let’s watch one tonight then”

“Hell no! i’m already freake-”

“I’m here now so I wont let a hockey player or anyone else get my girl” I know she loves it when I call her that. I see her fighting back the smile it always causes. “okay fine but i swear to god if you try to scare me later on i’m going to strangle you” she squints her eyes to try and intimidate me but all it does is make it even harder for me to take her serious. She so short and doe eyed, its really hard for me to be scared of her. 

45 minutes later

“Shawn you’re supposed to be watching this” she giggled pushing my hand away from her thigh. “Id rather be doing this though” I smirk, moving my hand back to her leg and leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. She sighs with a smile and crosses her arms. “i shouldn’t let you even sit on the same couch as me considering you told me to get off of you earlier” she teased

“haha y/n” I started “but remember what happened before that?”

“You were holding me?” she guessed, looking over at me.

“Yeah. I thought something was wrong and that-….I don’t know” I ran a hand through my hair, reliving that moment when my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

What would you have done if there was a real killer in here?” she questioned. 

“I usually say violence isn’t the answer but I guess i’d have to kill him” I laugh. I see her eyes turn a bit darker and she took a deep breath. “….did that turn you on or something?” I joke. She doesn’t verbally answer but she guides my hand back to her thigh, and then further up to one of my favorite places on her body. I start rubbing her thought her pajama shorts and judging by how soft she feels right now, i’m one hundred percent positive she isn’t wearing panties. 

She bites her lip and whimpers while pressing my hand harder into her. With her other hand she pulls her shorts to the side and waits for me to do the rest. I rub for a few more seconds to make sure she’s absolutely dripping for me.

I finally have her where I want her and by now she’s almost at her peak. I take two of my fingers and wet them in my mouth before sliding them inside her. Her mouth is hanging open, a look of disbelief on her face. “sh- shawaann” she gasped. I shake my head “I know I know, that was really dirty” I chuckle, still pumping in and out of her.

 “mmm baby’ve never done that…that was h-hot” she struggled through her moans. “fuck” I grunt before pulling away from her and undoing my belt and zipper quicker than I ever have before. Without me having to tell her, she swung a leg over me and pulled her shorts to the side once again. She pulls my hard-on out of my boxers and runs her thumb over the head of it. 

“aahh baby..fuck ride me” I groan

She sinks down on me, the material of her shorts are out of the way but still add some friction every time she comes back down. Her hands find my hair and I can feel my climax building with every stroke. My hands grip her ass and i help move her up and down. “nnh shawnie right there..” she whimpers. I guide her face to my neck and she begins nibbling at my jaw line. She picks up the pace for a second before pulling me out almost all the way. She’s teasing me

“ don’t you fucking stop y/n” I growl in her ear. She starts to grind again but this time, she starts to lose her rhythm. She’s close, so am I.

“i’m almost there baby oooh fuck…yes” she nods at me and i’m assuming she feels the same. Just when I feel her clench around me, I lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze her ass just enough to make her really feel it.

  I’m moaning out her name along with a list of profanities, she’s riding out her high and when I glance down I can see her biting on her finger. I could cum again just watching her. My breathing evens out and even though we’ve both finished, she’s still slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and kisses me with so much passion, it makes me smile. 

I just love her so much.

I grab her waist to stop her movements because my dick is way too sensitive right now. “another go?” she chirps. “give me like 20 minutes babe”

We laugh and she pulls herself off of me, shifting her attention to the tv to catch the last scene of that damn movie.

When the World Stops Turning - Chapter 8, pt. 2

Summary: a love story in two voices - cowritten with @achinglyshawn

warnings: Language

Word count: 3.2k

From part one:

He places his free hand over his chest, above his beating heart, willing it to calm down. He lets himself stroke his thumb over the back of her hand, the action having comforted him in the past. After a moment, he blinks open his eyes and looks up at the ceiling. His voice feels broken, hoarse and barely above a whisper as he finally speaks, “I love you, Lydia.”

She scrunches an arm under her pillow and prepares to sleep, pausing when he speaks again. She’s silent, probably for a little too long.

“I love you, too, Shawn.”

She frowns when she feels a tear fall onto her pillowcase and releases a shuddering breath.

He doesn’t sleep. Not really. He closes his eyes and his mind races and sometimes his thoughts are a little more incoherent than if he were totally awake, but he never fully falls asleep, either. He doesn’t let go of her hand until he feels her pulling away and when he opens his eyes and looks at her, she’s asleep with both arms smushed under her pillow. He closes his eyes again.

The next time he opens them, the room isn’t so dark. He looks out of the window and realizes it’s the cusp of dawn, just before the sun starts to properly rise. He risks a glance at Lydia and sees she’s still asleep. It’s 5:45 and he decides he needs caffeine. He feels like he might puke if he doesn’t get any in his system soon.

He moves slowly as he gets up, pulls his jeans on and straightens his shirt. The Starbucks connected to the lobby opened at 5:30, so he places a mobile order - tea for him and coffee for her, plus two chocolate croissants - then heads for the elevator, making sure to let the door close gently behind him.

Lydia rolls over. She slept like the dead. It was actually pretty restorative – she doesn’t think she had a single dream the whole night. It’s early, though, because the light seeping in through the curtains is cold and blue. She opens her eyes that feel like they have little weights attached and finds… nothing.

He’s gone.

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This is the Shawn I love!!! This!! Made my day❤❤

Book Worm

Originally posted by warm-cozy-daze

Word Count: 1.8K

Eh it’s done, let me know what you think! Anyways this is just pure fluff, enjoy loves! 

He calls out your name as he walks into your shared home the warmth of the home welcoming him in. He places the guitar case in his hand down as he works on getting the black boots he is wearing off his feet. He looks up a few times not seeing your figure running towards him to tackle him in a hug welcoming him home.

“Honey?” he calls out walking further into the warm condo.

He pokes his head through the kitchen door not finding you there either, he tries calling out your name once again but no answer. He thinks for a moment that you might not be home but your car was parked in its usual stall next to his as he pulled into the parking lot. His quest of finding you goes on longer as he checks each room walking from door to door.

He lets out a frustrated sigh when he doesn’t find you in the bedroom either, he was sure he would find you curled up in bed lost in a book you were reading and didn’t hear him calling. He is pouting at this point wondering where you had gone, he is about to grab his phone and call you when he sees your figure at the corner of his eye sitting outside on the balcony.

He turns his head towards the giant glass doors looking out to see you curled up under a warm blanket with a thick book in your hands and a concentrated look on your face

“Of course” he mumbles to himself, no wonder you didn’t hear him call out your name. He watched you for a moment, loving the light rose color your cheeks had turned due to being out in the cold for who knows how long. A soft adoring smile crept onto his face as he watched the way the wind played with the strands of your hair gently, causing you to push the lose strands out of your face every few seconds.  Normally you would be annoyed with the wind and just put your hair up in a bun but he could tell you were too caught up in your book to do anything about your hair being pushed around by the wind.

He never understood your fascination with each book that you would read, sure he loved reading as well but yours was an actual obsession. He would constantly find you tucked in a corner somewhere in the condo lost in a new book you had just purchased that week. He opened the sliding doors walking out to where you were sitting on the patio furniture.

You don’t even notice him walking up to you until he calls out your name making you jump in surprise.

“Shawn?” you question looking up at him

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summary; shawn is forced to choose between you and his girlfriend
a/n; seven pages of angst and drama all in one – my fav ;))



“Where’s Shawn?” Matt and your friends asked you for what must’ve been the tenth time tonight. 

You finished setting the last blanket over the couch as you claimed your favorite pillows for the night ahead of you. 

“Not sure,” you answered. “I’ve tried texting him for the past 15 minutes. The boy never checks his texts,” you laugh it off as you head to the kitchen to bring the two bowls of popcorn into the living room.

Shawn, Geoff, Ian, and Matt had been in town from Shawn’s tour for the last few days, and the five of you finally found a time to hang out again. You had all missed each other and since the tour had just wrapped up, everyone found tonight as the perfect opportunity to catch up. You had met the four boys through Shawn and although you had only known them for a few years, they felt like your brothers. They looked out for you and talked to you almost every day.

Shawn on the other hand, had been your best friend since middle school. The two of you met in English class in seventh grade and quickly bonded over each other’s love for Harry Potter and music. Although neither of you were the most popular in school, you and Shawn always had each other’s back through the years. He had brought smiles on your face during your worst moments, stayed up late with you during nights you couldn’t sleep, and given you advice that has stuck with you throughout the years. In turn, you supported Shawn’s music when the other kids at school didn’t, listened to his first song that he wrote, and cheered with him when he found out that he had just gotten his first major award show nomination. Now here you guys were, one year out of high school, and still partners in crime. You couldn’t of asked for anyone better to fill in the position as your best friend.

Everyone had gathered at Ian and Geoff’s place for a traditional movie night, but your best friend had been a no-show for the past half hour. Everyone including yourself was beginning to become impatient as everyone began making a dent into the stash of snacks before the first movie even played. You didn’t want to begin the night without him, but he had showed no signs of arriving any time soon.

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my girl; shawn mendes

a/n: some good old jealous! shawn [masterlist]

Originally posted by shawnthecutest

He’s got his arms wrapped around you like it’s got a purpose. 

Got his head snuggled into your neck as J Cole plays through his friends house, and as the hard back beat floods through your ears, Shawn joins with the soft feel of his lip. He’s insatiable – has been all night. 

Couldn’t keep his hands off of you, was always bobbing around like a lost puppy. 

At first it was just a slung arm over the shoulder, but now it’s a full blown assault – arms wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder as he sways your intertwined bodies to the music. 

You went to comment on it, but when you’d turned to him over your shoulder, he’d sent you a look like he’d been caught – eyes semi wide and smile even wider. 

Winked – carried on what he was doing (even tightened his arms around your waist and started brushing his lips across your bare neck)

You’re feeling a little second hand embarrassment, public displays of affection isn’t really your thing (especially when you’re mid conversation, chatting about that one time when Jenny fell through a roof running from the cops, it’s interesting, but god dammit Shawn’s distracting you)

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN! I wrote about you having sex again.

A/N: Prompt by the tempting treasure @the-claire-bitch-project, another pop off by yours truly

Summary: It’s a late night in the studio and Shawn and his new producer need a little… motivation.

Warnings: NSFW, language

Word count: 3.9k

… and this is the worst piece of shit I’ve done so far!” Shawn sings, causing her to look up and frown at him disapprovingly.

He’s in the sound booth with his arms above his head, fingers brushing the low ceiling. He’s picking at the black egg carton foam he’s boxed in by, eyes scrunched as he trails off into a vocal run at the end of his self-criticism.

She growls under her breath, stroking at her hairline with her fingers before reaching down to hit the talk button. “Please stop doing that.”

He glances up at his hands and shrugs, pulling his arms back down by his sides. “Sorry.”

“No, I meant the self-flagellation. I don’t give a fuck about the booth.”

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Bullet Point- Shawn dating a shorter girl

 1.    He is thrown off by your height first wondering how someone can look so adorable and yet sexy at the same time

 2.    You feeling extra tiny next to his 6 foot self and you can’t help but look him up and down admiring his height

 3.    People telling him that you two won’t be the ideal couple because of the height difference but he doesn’t listen to them

 4.    He always feels like he needs to have you wrapped up in his arms and protect you from the world

5.   Seeing you in his clothes for the first time and it just swallows you whole he swears his never seeing anymore  more cuter than you at that moment

 6.    Him always being the big spoon and when you randomly ask one night if you can be the bug spoon he is reluctant at first but he agreed and he is surprised at how good it feels to have your short arms wrapped around your torso feeling your soft breathing against his back

 7.    Him calling you a “Munchkin” when he is annoyed or angry with you knowing how much you hate it

 8.    He always looks like a giant but standing next to your short left he looks EXTRA TALL

 9.    He always feels like your so petite and fragile because of how tiny you are and he forgets how feisty and scary you can be when your angry

 10.  Him constantly teasing you about how short you are

 11.  Whenever he is annoyed with you he just moves things to the top shelf in the kitchen and watches you let out a annoyed huff grabbing a chair to grab whatever you need as you glare at him, and he just watches you with a satisfied smirk on his face

 12.  Only he gets to make fun of your height, he gets defensive about it when anyone else tries to poke fun at your tiny self

 13.  Always having his arms resting across your shoulder whenever you guys are walking together

 14.  Him kissing the top of your head because it’s easy as he is a giant and he loves it

 15.  When your holding hands your tiny hands disappear in his giant ones

 16.  Him being obsessed with the way you look in his clothes, so cuddly and soft

 17.  He knows you love wearing heels to look a little taller, and he randomly surprises you with heels every once in a while “I thought you would love these ones, they would go with that blue dress you have”

 18.  Whenever he kisses you have to stand on of tip-toes just to reach his lips

 19.  He just randomly picks you up as your heading to bed and throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing as he takes you to the bedroom and you pretend to be annoyed with him kicking your legs but it’s nice to be carried

 20.  Both of you wondering if you have kids if they would have his height or yours

 21.  Him being jealous of you always being able to fit on any seats on a flight while he constantly complains about not having enough leg room .You guys compromise and you sit on his lap while he spreads his legs over your now empty seat

 22.  Anytime you need to whisper something to his ear he his straining his back and bending  to your level an arm placed on your waist his ear tilted towards you ready to listen

 23.  Wearing his soft cotton shirts as nightgowns

 24.  Lying in bed with him and he plays with your small hands comparing them to his laughing at the huge difference

 25.  Whenever he needs attention he pulls you onto the couch or bed with him wraps his arms around your torso his head placed on your chest and he pulls one of your short legs  around his torso saying “Please love me” in a whiny tone

 26.  Being the giant that he is he takes up so much room on the bed and when you complain he would say “I’m sorry baby, your just so tiny I forget you need room as well”

 27.  You literally struggle with pushing of his clingy sleepy body away from you in the morning when you have to get up to go to the washroom. He is just pure muscle and your poor little arms try their best to push him away from you

 28.  There are instances when he actually doesn’t even see your small body underneath the covers in bed and he just throws his tired body on the whole bed landing on your sleeping form under the covers and you let out a groan in pain making him pull away from the bed in surprise “Baby? You were under there? I’m sorry I couldn’t even tell you’re so small!”

 29.  You always complain that he changes the seat and the mirrors on the car “Babe why are you watching the roof on the rear-view mirror and stop moving the seat I can’t reach the break!!” Him mumbling under his break “I’m sorry I’m such a giant”

All For Me Pt. 1 (Smut)

Originally posted by thevampire-diaires

Summary: Someone has to put Shawn in his place. Obviously, it’s going to be you. 

Sub!Shawn. Decided to break this up into two three parts. Feedback appreciated. Enjoy.

“He still didn’t see it coming.” Shawn exclaims, still so satisfied with himself over Matt’s defeat in, of all things, ping pong.  It’s ridiculous how much they get invested in the game, but you don’t question it because it’s down time you know he enjoys with the guys. He’s downright giddy, acting like a damn child who just won a prize when in reality all he really won is bragging rights, razzing on Matt for the duration of the evening. 

It’s his competitive nature that gets the best of him. Yet at this very moment as the two of you vacate the elevator and walk down the corridor towards the condo, it grates at you. He’s over the top, and the worst part of all is that he knows it. There’s a good distance between the two of you as he lags behind, rewatching the story of his win with that stupid smile on his face. It takes all your strength to resist the urge to snatch his phone from him. Your patience for Shawn is wearing thin and it slips.

“Shawn, I know.” It comes out short, clearly unimpressed, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “You told me that right after you beat him and on the ride home.” The annoyance in your voice that makes Shawn’s lip quirk up as you unlock the door and hastily make your way inside. 

“It’s just a game.” You reiterate. 

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* = smut


*Submission to @bi-writes (pt. 1) (T. Holland)

*Submission to @bi-writes (pt. 2) (T. Holland)

Submission to @the-claire-bitch-project (T. Holland)

Harry, Grimmy and the American (H. Styles)

*Ruin the Friendship (T. Holland)

Impossible (T. Holland)

*Sleepless in Burbank (T. Holland)

*Knight in Shining Armor (T. Holland)

Pool Party (T. Holland)

*Ruby Woo (S. Mendes)

*Somethin’ Bout A Truck (S. Mendes)

*Soundproof (S. Mendes)


*Expiration Date (completed) Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten (H. Styles)

Coconut Waffles (completed) Part One Part Two (S. Mendes)

*Like The Back Of My Hand (completed) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six (S. Mendes)

          + Cuttlefish - LTBOMH deleted scene 

          + Wonder - LTBOMH deleted scene (part ½) 

          + Worship - LTBOMH deleted scene (part 2/2) 

*The Long Way Home (completed) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven Part Twelve (S. Mendes)

*When the World Stops Turning (in progress) - cowritten by @achinglyshawn TEASER Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven (1) Part Seven (2) Part Eight (1) Part Eight (2) (S. Mendes)

tied down

a/n; The title is pretty self-explanatory; this is 2.5k of pure a n g s t, but this is definitely one of my favs already.. enjoy!

part 2 || masterlist || request

Originally posted by your-local-killjoy

Touring. It seemed as if you had a love-hate relationship with it. While you absolutely loved seeing Shawn living his dream and traveling the world, a small part of you also dreaded the days where you’d have to drop him off the airport, saying goodbye to him for months at a time.

You had met Shawn a few summers ago while interning at the same studio where he recorded his second album. It was pure coincidence, but the immediate mutual attraction was undeniable. It started with the not-so-subtle glances that lingered for a little too long and then turned into Shawn constantly asking his manager about you. You, on the other hand, would purposely pass by Shawn’s recording studio just to see him, the tension between the two of you growing with each passing day.

It wasn’t until his album release party that he had finally decided to make a move. He didn’t remember seeing your name on the guest list, but he was thanking the heavens for whoever invited you. Gathering the courage to approach you, he asked you on a date, to which you said yes to. Looking back on that night, Shawn still couldn’t figure if he was more excited about his new album or the fact that he had scored a date with the girl he’s been dreaming of for the whole summer.

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Pressure (Smut)

Summary: Post show shower jerk off. That’s literally it.

So like, this pretty much goes out to everyone. So many of y’all wanted this so here it is. Now I expect more of these fics/blurbs out there from that…discussion we had. Y’all know who you are.


The water is hot when he steps into the shower, the spray hitting his skin making him groan from the contact. He lets it consume him all while the adrenaline from the night’s show thrums throughout his body. That euphoric feeling of being onstage is something he will never get over, as with the the packed venues and fans chanting his name.

He could also argue that the same goes when someone’s screaming his name from underneath him, digging her nails into his shoulders while his hips slam ruthlessly into hers. It’s a feeling he hasn’t relished in quite a while, and the combination of adrenaline and want makes his cock stir. His hands run through his hair as he lathers in the shampoo while the water continues to beat against his chest. He can’t help but imagine someone else tugging on it as he massages his scalp.

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