Chapter 1: You’re going to wish we’d never been matched // Shawn Mendes


Warning: there is slight violence towards the end so if it makes you uncomfortable just skip the last paragraph (she just gets knocked out so you’re not missing much)

rECAP: For those last 6 minutes before my timer reached zero, I allowed my self to dream that I had been matched with the perfect guy. Someone who would complete me and know how to make me happy. I had never expected that person to be Shawn Mendes. Resident bad boy who couldn’t care less about anyone else besides himself, let alone a soulmate. Surely they had made a mistake. 

I knew I only had seconds before I would meet him. My whole stomach felt alive with butterflies and I clutch my shaking fingers tighter around my text books as I walk down the corridor. He’s here. Somewhere in this building, there’s someone perfect for me. I don’t look at the timer, my eyes avoiding the green numbers ticking away and instead look out the glass walls at the tall skyscrapers that surround our modernistic 4 story school.

There had been too many questions running through my head as I sat in my period 3 Math class. I felt suffocated, Mr Johnston’s monotone voice doing nothing to help the pounding of my heart and my sweating palms. I had asked to go to sickbay, my stomach twisting when I realized I had 6 minutes to go.

He couldn’t have been someone who went to my school, could he? I had been attending this prestigious school in the middle of the city for my whole educational life. If he went here, I would have met him already.

I take a risk, checking the numbers that now stare up at me reading 45 seconds. I take a deep breath, doing my best to calm myself before I start hyperventilating. I just needed to distract myself from my toxic thoughts.

The glass 2 feet ahead of me smashes and I scream, raising my arms to shield my face from the glass flying out at me. A figure clad in black crouches amongst the broken shards, and my eyes widen, flicking to check the time. 9 seconds.

He rises slowly, his tall frame and muscular build creating an intimidating appearance. He winces, checking his palm and I can’t move, staring as he rips out a shard of glass from his hand. The glass clangs to the ground, droplets of blood dripping off it and I take a sharp intake of breath.

It catches his attention and that’s when his eyes meet mine. My forearm burns, the prickling feeling intensifying and I drag my gaze off his dark hazel eyes to see my timer fading. Four zero’s stare up at me and the familiar green numbers that I had lived with my whole life disappear until there was nothing but skin.

I look back up at him. This was my soulmate. I felt like I was going to be sick. Instead I swallow the lump in my throat and straighten my posture. 

“How’d you even get in here? Its the third floor.” I blurt out before I can think about it. He doesn’t say anything, his alluring eyes pulling me in and I so badly wish he would remove the black cloth covering the rest of his face so I knew what he looked like. He chuckles.

“’Cos I could.” His words have a slight accent and I drink in every word he says.

“You go around busting into school’s for a living?” My eyes running over his figure. His dark skinny jeans hugged his long legs and the white symbol on his black hoodie flashed when the sun caught it. It cover’s his upper body and his hair, only a few brown curls peeking out. Other then that all I could see was his brown iris’s.  

“Always fun to cause a little trouble.” He winks at me, his voice muffled under the cloth. He steps over the glass on the floor and begins to walk down the hallway, away from me.

“Hey!” I call, rushing to catch up with him, ignoring my conscious telling me it was a bad idea to follow the man who broke into my school. The man who was my match. 

“What do you want?” he growls at me, turning his head slightly to look at me out of the corner of his eye.

“We’re soulmates.” I breathe, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

He snorts, never slowing his pace.

“So you’re mine, huh?”

“Don’t you want to get to know me? If we’re going to be spending the rest of our life toget-”

“And that’s where I’m going to have to stop you.” He cuts me off, stopping to face me. I frown at him, biting my lip as I feel my stomach dip.

“I don’t want a soulmate. I never have and I never will. I don’t want to get to know you nor do I want to spend the rest of my life with you, okay?” He glares at me and I dig my nails into the palm of my hand to distract myself from crying in front of him. God forbid that to happen.

“Why not?” I snap, digging into the anger I felt.

“I don’t have to explain my self to you.” He seems unaffected by my frustration.

I open my mouth, about to talk when another voice cuts me off.

“Mendes, you coming? We got some things to break before these snobby douche’s realise we’re in the building.” Another man dressed exactly like my soulmate appears from around the corner.

“Just sorting out a witness, Jeremy.” My soulmate reply’s, sounding like it was the most tedious thing he’d ever done.

Jeremy’s gaze locks on me.

“Well what a pretty thing you are.” He says to me, flashing a pearly smile in my direction.

I keep my mouth shut, recognizing the symbol, that was in fact just one word, my soulmate was wearing on his jacket. It read libertas, which was Latin for freedom. Also the trademark sign for the rebellion growing on the west side of the city. 

Their goal was to stop the amount of control the Government Officials had over our lives and most importantly, destroy the soulmate program. They saw it as a useless waste of technology and just another way for the Officials to manipulate the way we live.

I try to back away from them, fear creeping up my spine.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jeremy chuckles, the once almost friendly demeanor gone.

“None of your goddamn business.” I growl back, my heartbeat racing and my brain screaming at me to shut up.

“Mendes, take care of her attitude would you? I pity the match who has to deal with her feisty ass.” With that, he saunters off, leaving me alone with my soulmate.

“You really didn’t know who you were talking to, did you?” ‘Mendes’ asks me, turning his attention back to me.

“Like I give a damn.” I reply, my temper rising. He moves so fast that I don’t even process what he’s done until my back is against the wall and his hand is around my neck, my books falling to the floor.

“Don’t test me, princess. You may think you’re all high and mighty now but you have no idea who you’re talking to and what the libertas can do.” His eyes darken and I scratch at his grip to loosen as black dots flash across my vision.

“I don’t care if you’re my soulmate, next time you speak to Jeremy or myself like that, lets just say you’re going to get what’s coming for you.” I glare at him as he lets his arm fall, my chest heaving as I try to get air into my deprived lungs.

“Asshole.” I spit, my rage consuming any reasonable part of my body.

His head snaps to look at me, his eyes curiously analyzing me. He grabs my wrists, slamming them back against the wall and he leans closer until the cloth covering his face brushes my neck. 

“Just for that comment, I’m going to come back for you, but not for the reason’s you want. You may be deemed as my other half but you sure have plenty of other uses.” His eyes trail down my body, his gaze fixed on my chest. My face is stuck in a permanent scowl.

“You wouldn’t.” I try my best to sound strong but my voice is raspy after the hold he had on my neck.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of.” I’m sure that if he wasn’t wearing a mask his lips would have been curled up in a smirk. I fidget in his grip as he presses closer to me, stopping my movements.

“You’re going to wish we’d never been matched.” he purrs in my ear and I fight against him, trying to free myself.

“I already do.” I rasp, watching as amusement flickers across his eyes.

He raises his hand, shoving my head back against the wall hard. It all went dark.

Originally posted by kdrauhl

Long Hot Summer

(So should i continue this or?)

Summary: Shawn is your best friend’s brother. 

The first time you met Shawn, you were a shy horse obsessed eight year old and he was a dorky twelve year old clad in khakis and polo shirts, face full of preteen zits. When he and his sister, your best friend Aly, moved on your ninth birthday, you thought you’d never see them again. It crushed you because Aly was your best friend in the whole world and it wasn’t fair that their parents were moving them halfway across the country because of their dad’s job.

Ten years later and the summer after you graduate brings two things. Your best friend and a whole lot of trouble. Aly’s parents moved them back after her grandparents fell ill. They decided they wanted to be close to family again and suddenly Aly was back into your life. The two of you had kept up with each other almost everyday via social media and texts so it wasn’t like you had been apart really. To make things even better, they bought the house next door to yours since they really wanted to move back into the same neighborhood.

It’s been a few weeks since they moved back and you hadn’t seen Shawn. You didn’t ask about him, figuring he was in college somewhere or just living on his own. It’s not until you’re squatted down in your mother’s flower garden between the driveways, pulling weeds for her, when a car pulls into Aly’s driveway, nearly hitting you. You fall back and glare at the car, assuming it’s someone just turning around or something since you lived in a cul de sac. But the engine shuts off and you hear someone get out of the drivers side.

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hey uhm

idrk what i’m doing right now. it’s late and i’m emotional. but i just wanted to thank everyone? no matter how shitty life is, and beleive me, my life is no where near as bad as most people, but still, no matter what, you people on here really make it for me. tonight for example, i just don’t feel like existing, just in a sense that i don’t feel like being here at this moment in time, i wanna pick up somewhere else-later. anyway what i’m trying to say is i came on here and i’m just a bit happier. enough for me to get into this bubble of like, hey ya know what? it’s gonna be okay.i come on here and get lost in your writing and transported to another world, so thank you. you’re all insanely talented. i feel like i reblog too many fics all the time and i’m annoying as hell but all i want to do is share what amazing things people create. so i’m just gonna tag some of ya that i’m really appreciating. i know i’ll forget some people you all mean so much. anyway, thanks. ignore my sappy-ness if i’m too much. also sorry if i’m in the way of someone’s dash now, y’all just deserve recognition.

@babyshawwn @baby-purple @brittanyzelazno @canadianshawn @captainharoldsstyles @dark-mendes @dreamingwithmendes @gentlemanmendes @goddamnitshawn @handwrittenmendess @heromendes001 @honeyyshawn @ihaveabadreputation @illumendes @justadashoffangirling @justanotherfangirl272 @kidinlovewithakid @lostinshawnslight @nocturnalmendes @onlineluna @ourfavcanadianshawn @onadelaidestreet @purebeanshawn @pattinsonshawn @shit-to-kinda-okay @understanmendes @wordsandshawn @wordsformendes @welldamnshawn @illumehoran @shawnm521 @infiniteshawn @softboyshawn @torontogawd @sowhatshawn @allilikemendes @sippingchai @babypleasenopromises @babeletsilluminate @brighterthanluckystars @clumsymendes @ihaveabadreputation @mend-es @mendes2k17 @shawnnsmendes @illuminatedshawn @i-see-you-mendes @innocent-before-mendes @pinkanddepressed @i-keep-craving-craving


I know some of you guys have asked about this. That’s why I made this post so I’d just answer once. Thank you for being so patient! ❤️

- @babyshawwn // one of the best writer
- @illuminateshawn // amazing soul!
- @latteshawn // my cutie bean
- @shit-to-kinda-okay // the adorable George
- @ihaveabadreputation // another best writer! (Ps I’m waiting for TIC part 2)
- @thesmutofthemendes // another best writer and best personality
- @shawnandzoestories // basically she is a very independent lady that couldn’t care less about what people say and i just love her work!
- @throwbackmendes // i just simply love her!
- @whitechocolateperfection // one of my fave gurl ems!
- @shawnzayn
- @teen-mendes // one of my fave!
- @shawnsleo
- @anothermendesfangirl
- @illumeshawn
- @ruinrose
- @canadianshawn
- @rebelmendes
- @fetushawn
- @dirtymendes
- @thugshawn
- @understanmendes - @NEWLY FOLLOW @illumninate @welldamnshawn @mendescutie @mendesmoonlight @mendesflowers @purebeanshawn @wordsandshawn @wordsformendes @dreamingwithmendes @horny-for-shawny @shawmato @bobbyshawndaehyun

ALL OF THEM ARE AMAZING!!! And it’s all my following. Feel free to recommend any good blogs about Shawn. And sorry if I missed you while making the list.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any other Shawn writing blogs? You're amazing xoxoxo

Thank you so much!

In no particular order, off the top of my head: 


I know there’s waaaaay more writers out there that I’m forgetting and I’m sorry. 

You’re my girl // Shawn Mendes

Summary:  Y/n’s freaking out about her upcoming exam’s and Shawn just reassure’s her :)

Author’s note: So lately I’ve been feeling really off my game with my writing so I’m sorry that this sucks and everything I post from now on will probably keep sucking till I get back in the writing mode.

“You need to stop that. Right now.” I place my hand on my hip, leaning against the door frame. Shawn was sitting on the edge of our bed, his back facing me.

“Stop what Babe?” Shawn chuckles, playing another chord of notes on his guitar and humming softly to himself.

“Stop singing with you amazing voice while I’m in ear shot because I am trying to study for my finals and you’re singing is distracting me.”

“Distracting you hmm?” Shawn turns his body so he can look at me. “Are you trying to say you don’t like my music.”

“No!” I rush to say, my cheeks tinting pink and I brush a strand of hair that fell into my face behind my ear. “Its so good that it makes me want to forget about school completely and just lay on the floor and listen to you sing.”

“You always can..” He trails off, raising an eyebrow teasingly and I sigh.

“You’re supposed to be telling me to go study, not encourage me to slack off.” I groan, moving to sit next to him on the bed, my arm brushing his own. He leans the guitar against the bedside table.

“Are you alright honey?” Shawn murmurs, turning is attention towards me.

“I don’t know. I just feel as though all this information is going in and straight out my brain.” I mutter, flopping back onto the bed, my eyes fixated on the ceiling.

“Y/n.” Shawn says softly, moving to lay on his side next to me, his head propped up on his hand. “You are one of the smartest, hard working people I know and it may seem like you’re achieving nothing at the moment, but trust me, when you get to your exams all that information is just going to flood out onto your papers.” His other hand raises to cup my cheek.

“How can you be so sure that I won’t get in there and flunk them?” I whisper, his brown eyes holding my stare.

“Because I have complete and utter faith in you that you will do incredible, okay?” I nod, feeling his thumb rub my cheek bone softly and I raise my hand to rest it over his. “As long as you’re doing your best, that’s the most important thing. A grade doesn’t define you, baby.”

I smile at him, my eyes tearing up at his sweet words. “I don’t know how but you always manage to make me feel better.” I giggle, lifting his hand from my cheek to kiss his wrist.

“You’re my girl, I’m meant to know how to cheer you up.” Shawn chuckles, rolling onto his back and interlocking our hands. I hum in agreement, my hands absentmindedly playing with the fingers on his right hand.

“I suppose I should go back to studying.” I look at Shawn to find his gaze already on me.

“I suppose you should.” 

I don’t move. Neither does Shawn. 

“I could take a break though.” I think aloud, “And you could play me something on the guitar.” He grins at me, sending the last persuasive thought of studying to fly from my brain.

“I was just about to suggest that.”

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anonymous asked:

writer recs??

strap in lads, there’s a lot. these people are so super talented and i’m so thankful for the content they write for us. I know it takes a whole lot of time and effort and they all make me feel !!!!!!! I love every one of them and the work they put out so enjoy!! (i know, i thought I could only read memes too)

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Thanks for 2017

a list of blogs that made me happier this year. maybe we don’t talk but you’ve made an impact on me.

@torontogawd @shit-to-kinda-okay @babyshawwn @illumendes @illumegeoff @artsymendes @brittanyzelazno @allilikemendes @canadianshawn @wordsandshawn @wordsformendes @welldamnshawn @sowhatshawn @sourshawn @royalwolfhard @shawn-bliss @thiccmendes @ihaveabadreputation @nike-shawn @onadelaidestreet @portuguesemendes @shawnsassymendes @ffsshawn @goddamnitshawn @softboyshawn @sippingchai @justadashoffangirling @kidinlovewithakid @lostinshawnslight @lovinmendes98 @zipline-mendez @captainharoldsstyles @mend-es @nocturnalmendes @shawnm521 ( @ backonherweakassbullshit )

Peace out 2017

Since 2017 is coming to an end here is my farewell to it.

I’ve seen everyone and their mother doing this, so I decided to jump on the band wagon and write a very sappy goodbye to 2017.

When I made this blog I didn’t think in a million years that I would learn to love writing, and meet new people. Who needs Instagram and Twitter when you have Tumblr?

Being on this site has given me joy and have found confidence in myself; if you asked me a couple of months ago to talk to someone on the internet I would give you a weird look and say “hell no.” Was so scared of people not liking me, that I never gave any one a chance. But I learned to give people a chace then they can judge the shit out of you.

But anyway I’m rambling I just wanted to say thank for all the people who have followed me, or I’ve followed them and people who have wrote amazing things. Here are just some people who I absolutely LOVE, if I listed them all I’d be here til next year LOL. Definitely in no particular order, and will definitely be adding to this lol.

@sippingchai @imnotfreddy @shawn-bliss @illumegeoff @achinglyshawn @mendesftoakley @shawnm521 @torontogawd @pickeringgod @softboyshawn @softshawns @artsymendes @babyshawwn @ihaveabadreputation @shawnsmoans @mendes2k17 @mendesau @shawnandzoestories @shawnmreads @wordsandshawn @wordsformendes @welldamnshawn @sourshawn @anothermendesfangirl @asuckerforshawn @artsymendes @illumendes @shit-to-kinda-okay @nocturnalmendes

Follow Forever

This is pretty self explanatory. Whether it’s the content, the people or both, these are definitely blogs that I love to follow. Yes, this is in alphabetical order because I’m like that.

@achinglyshawn  @anothermendesfangirl  @artsymendes  @babyshawwn  @brittanyzelazno  @chrisv73  @clumsymendes  @ihaveabadreputation  @illumegeoff  @illumendes  @illuminateshawn  @imnotfreddy  @lovelymendesx  @lovinmendes98  @mendesau  @nocturnalmendes  @ongly  @permanentguitar  @purebeanshawn  @shawnandzoestories  @shit-to-kinda-okay  @shawnmreads @softboyshawn @sourshawn  @stormecloudyy  @runaway-americandream  @welldamnshawn  @wordsandshawn  @wordsformendes

Chapter 4: I want you to want me because I’m me // Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Chapter 3: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166104883601/chapter-3-ill-take-my-chances-shawn-mendes

Author’s note: So there’s a little bit of swearing in this because Shawn gets mad

RecapIt’s silent, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment from my outburst. He grips my chin softly, forcing me to meet his hazel eyes. He’s close enough that I could kiss him if I wanted to. I hold my breath waiting for his response.

Leaning close enough that our noses brush he whispers, “I’ll take my chances”, then he’s gone and I’m left standing there wondering what the heck just happened.

“Ever since the rebellion at your school you’ve been acting strange.” My sister, Steph, breaks the silence in the car. It was our ‘sister bonding time’ that our Mother makes us do every 3 or so weeks. Today we were driving to the mall, grabbing some lunch and doing a little window shopping.

I stare out the window, the harshness of the grey buildings broken up by the flash of evergreen scrubs. 

“I’ve been a little distracted.” I tell her. I wasn’t ready to tell her yet that I had found my soulmate, and that he wasn’t keen on me.

“You know you can tell me. If something was bothering you, you can tell me.” She sounds so sincere and my gaze flicks to her. Even though she says this I feel like sometimes she just wouldn’t understand. We were polar opposites personality and look wise- except for the eyes. We both had the same wide blue eyes with a rim of gold surrounding the pupil. 

Steph’s ginger hair was in ringlets today, her blue eyes framed with long lashes. She was a mix of both my parents while I looked remarkably similar to our Dad. When I was younger I thought that she took all the beauty from our parents genes and I was stuck with the brains. 

“I just… I don’t want to talk about it right now because I feel like if I do, its just going to make it seem more real.” I flip the air con on, a stream of chilled air hitting my rosy cheeks. “And that’s what I’m trying to avoid. I don’t want it to be real.”

She hums, taking a left onto Marion Street. “It sounds like you need a break from everything.” 

“I do. I really, really do.” I laugh, tucking the strands of hair that fell in my face behind my ear.

“Jace invited me to go to the club with him tonight. I think you should come.” Jace was Steph’s soulmate. They had met when they were both 14 and had immediately formed a close relationship. Steph was now 20 and their 6 year bond was another reason why I believed so strongly in the soulmate system.

“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind me tagging along?” I ask hesitantly, fiddling with my seat belt.

“Of course not! Jace will understand that you need a serious pick-me-up from what ever quarter life crisis you’re going through.”

I laugh, Steph’s giggles accompanying my own. 

“One more thing before I agree to this.” I pause, meeting Steph’s blue iris’s and it looks like I’m looking at a replica of my own.

“What is it, little sis?” She says cheekily, slowing the car to a stop as red shines from the traffic lights. 

“You have to ask Mum if I can go tonight. I don’t want to face her wrath if she says no.” 

I had no clue what to wear. What if I wore the long sleeved dress and overheated? The maroon dress looked great on me but I had no shoes that went with it. Deciding to go with my gut, I wear the black sleeved dress, slipping some slightly heeled flats on as I go.

“Y/n, hurry up.” Steph calls, walking as fast as her heels could carry her, rushing to open the door where Jace had been ringing the doorbell for the past 5 minutes.

“I’m hurrying.” I snap at her, pressing a quick kiss to my mother’s cheek as I pass her, Dad was still at work.

“Have a fun time girls!” Mum shouts before we shut the door and I wave at her before closing and locking it.

“Thanks for not making me wait at all.” I hear Jace mumble to Steph, her girlish giggle making me want to run back inside and under my bed covers. I did not plan on being a third wheel tonight.

“Thanks for letting me join you guys.” I say to Jace, cutting off what ever conversation they were delving into.

“No problem Y/n.” Jace grins at me, and I could see why Steph was so obsessed with him. Tall with blonde curly locks, he was a stunner, and when he smiled, his whole face lit up. Together, they looked like they should be on the front page of every fashion magazine.

I get in the back seat, tuning out Steph and Jace’s loved up conversation and the car begins to move, the city becoming a blur.

We were let into the downtown club with no dramas. When Jace told me we were going to the South Side Club, I was surprised. It had a reputation for good liquor, loud bass and housing members of the libertas.

I didn’t say anything, didn’t mention that my soulmate was apart of the alleged rebellion that wanted to destroy everything I believed in. Maybe it was a good thing that my match didn’t want me. We were from two different worlds and a relationship between us would surely never work.

That thought alone fed the multiple drinks I sculled back. I didn’t count how many I had. All I knew was that the more I had, the less I thought of him. 

The more alcohol I consumed, the more I began to let loose. I was at the bar, on the dance floor, talking to the group of guys who looked like they had never seen a bar before- probably why they let me talk to them even after I had spilt my drink on one of them.

Someone was pulling me away from the granite counter top of the bar. I had sat down, starting up a conversation with the bartender who chuckled at my every second sentence. 

I groan, the flashing lights catching my eyes and I wince. 

“Come on Y/n, Jace and I are taking you home.” Steph’s comforting words fill my ears.

I walk beside her lazily. “I’m cool with that.” I murmur, resting my weight on her.

“How much did you drink? You smell like half the bar.” She wrinkles her nose and laughs, the sound pathetic even to me. We’re outside the club now, the cold wind nipping at my ankles. Jace has pulled the car around and he’s holding the door open as I climb into the back seat.

“No spewing in my car Missy,” Jace scolds gently. “Wait until you get home.”

I grin at him sheepishly, sending him a thumbs up I rest back into the seat and I close my eyes. Someone shakes me awake awhile later and I startle, Steph frowning down at me.

“God, Y/n you look smashed.” She helps me back out the car as its pulled up out front our house, slightly onto the front lawn. 

“I don’t feel smashed.” I giggle at her, clutching onto her arm.

“I’m going to Jace’s house so once I’ve let you in the front door I want you to go straight to your room, do you think you can manage that or do you want my help?” She sounds so strict and I salute her, nodding my head.

“I can do it boss.” I grin and she helps me up the front steps onto the small decking. Unlocking the door she holds it open for me and I lean on the wall, tailing my way into the dark house.

“Are you sure you will be okay?” Steph asks, worry in her tone.

“I’ll be okay Steph, Mum’s here and if I really need help I will go ask her.” I tell her, feeling a hint of sobriety. 

She looks at me skeptically and I shoo her, closing the door. I wait until I hear the car drive off before making my way to my room at the end of the hallway.

I grip the handle of the door, finding the small trip to the bedroom easier than I expected. When the door swings open, my lamps already on and the light stings my eyes.

“What the-” I don’t finish what I was saying, the sight of my soulmate sitting on my bed causes all my words to disappear. 

“Where the fuck where you?” He hisses at me, his eyes dark slits. Standing up, my Match marches over to me, the scent of his cologne wafting around me.

I hiccup, brushing past him leisurely. “Out.”

“It’s two O’clock in the fucking morning, I got here at 10 and I’ve been waiting 4 hours for you, wondering if something bad has happened to you, and all you can tell me is that you’ve been out?” He’s furious. Every word is coated with venom yet my mind finds no reason to take him seriously.

“I don’t care if you’ve been waiting. Why are you even here?” I groan, tugging off my shoes and placing them into my closet on the shoe stand.

“I was here to fucking talk about all that gooey shit you spilled out yesterday about soulmates.” He seethes, shutting the closet after me as I left it open. 

“Well I was busy, get over it.” I start to unzip the back of my dress when his hand stops my movement.

“What are you doing?” He breathes, and I shrug his hands off, my dress slipping slightly down my body.

“Changing into my pajamas, what does it look like?” I glare at him, forgetting that I was about to be nearly naked in front of my soulmate. I unzip it the rest of the way, my dress falling to the floor and I step out of it.

I open a dresser draw, my back to my match, and I take of my bra, chucking the large shirt over my head which falls halfway down my thighs. When I turn back to face him, he’s frozen, his eyes never leaving my figure.

He coughs, clearing his throat. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“Eh, a few.” I lie, tying my hair up in a bun.

He sighs, walking closer to me, stopping to see if I move away. I don’t.

“Where did you go tonight Y/n?” He asks me, a lot calmer then before.

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business Match.” I’ve riled him back up.

“Stop calling me that.” He demands me, his hands clenching.

“It’s not like I have anything else to call you.” I retort, closing the distance between us until I’m inches from him.

“What about calling me by my name?” He growls at me, his eyes black and the light illuminating the side of his face.

“I don’t know your name you dweeb.” I push his chest angrily, he doesn’t move an inch.

“How do you not know my name? I’m your fucking match.” His arms splay and I glare heatedly at him.

“I don’t know it because someone decided to skip the 20 questions stage of our relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship!”

“If you don’t tell me your name then I’m not telling you where I was tonight, or who I was with.” My intoxicated mind speaks for me, providing me with words that will fuel the fight.

“What do you mean who you were with?” If its even possible, his anger heightens. 

“Sorry Match, but I can’t answer that.” I say smugly, crossing my arms.

“My names Shawn, now talk.” He spits at me, I was thankful my parents weren’t on the same floor as me or they surely would have heard us by now.

“Full name?” I question slyly and he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before continuing.

“Shawn Mendes.”

“Good boy.” I praise him and he scowls at me.

“Fucking talk.”

“I was with my sister and her boyfriend at the South Side Club. I drank and danced and then they took me back home.” I explain to him.

“Of course you went there.” He says more to himself then to me. He turns away from me, rubbing his jaw lightly. “Did you see anyone wearing this jacket there?”

He points to the same jacket he was wearing the day I met him, the white Libertas phrase dim in this lighting.

“I can’t remember, I was too busy getting smashed.” I say dryly, and he rolls his eyes.

“I can tell, you smell like you had a bath in alcohol.”

I stare at him, watching as he picks up some trinkets off my bookcase, examining them, and then putting them back. It was weird to see my soulmate in my own room, where I spent my life. It was even stranger how easily he fitted into it.

“What are you doing here Shawn?” His name runs smoothly off my tongue and his shoulders tense as I say it.

“That’s not important right now. You’re drunk and you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” He says tonelessly, crossing the room to pull the bed sheets away for me to hop into bed. 

“Will you tell me tomorrow then?” I whisper, abiding and slipping under the covers.

“Maybe, you may not want to see me tomorrow.” He sounds tired and I finally notice the dark circles under his eyes. He moves the quilt so its covering me again and I snuggle into them further, letting him tuck me in.

“I’ll always want to see you, you’re my match.” I yawn, feeling my eyes flutter shut.

“I don’t want you to want me just because I’m your match.” He tells me quietly, flicking my light off and zipping his jacket up.

“Right, because you don’t want a soulmate.” I reply, feeling immensely tired after the night I had.

I’m not sure whether I had already started dreaming but I swear I heard Shawn say one last thing before he left.

“I want you to want me because I’m me not because you were told to.”

Originally posted by kdrauhl

anonymous asked:

any good blogs for imagines? pls dont say ihaveabadreputation - wordsformendes - wordsforshawn - nikeshawn i read their whole masterlist 😂💔

Okay I’ll see what I have to offer you. 

first, @illumeshawn has some pretty great series. She doesn’t seem to love them all that much but A Higher Education is so great. Highly recommend. University! Shawn is something everyone needs in their life. 

@whitechocolateperfection is not only fucking hilarious but she is so good at writing. Her angst will hit me for days. Also, shes starting a series and I can already tell you to expect great things and maybe some heartbreak. 

@babyshawwn is such a cutie and I love her writing. Anytime it pops up I get so excited. So amazing. Queen. I would recommend something specific from her but just read it all. You won’t regret it. Very consistent with writing. I feel like there’s a new piece every day. I lied I do have a rec Broken Dreams. That one is just….so upsetting. In a good way though. 

@ftsgerald has a series called Ever Since You Left and fuck me up. She’s funny too and like a little ball of sunshine. Her and Emily make me laugh so hard tbh. Some of yall don’t like it but I love it.  

@welldamnshawn is great. I read through that whole damn blog like two days ago. I sat there and scrolled through the whole thing. And I have no regrets. I Can’t Wait to See You is the newest and it is making my heart ache. 

@thewritingcupcake writes so many good imagines. Read through all those pieces too. I was just looking at her blog for some recommendations and I got side tracked reading one of them. I’m telling you dude, great writing. Interruptions is a daddy! Shawn piece.  Daddy as in a dad but also a little smutty. 

@gentlemanmendes is amazing. Beauty Behind the Madness is one of the best series I’ve ever read. It’s so mysterious and can be a little aggravating because WHAT DID HE DO?

Now for a list of people I have liked stuff from

@imagine-that-one-thing @permanentguitar @mendescutie @mendesflowers  @motherlifesucker @shawnandzoestories @bianca-warriorwriter @wordsandshawn  @sippingchai  

I think that’ll be all for now. As you can see, I love a lot of writers on this site. They don’t get enough credit so please go tell them you love them. For the writers, STOP HURTING MY EMOTIONS WE’RE SENSITIVE!! 

Sorry this is so long. I just wanted you to have some variety. 


Uh, so I know no one will really see this, but I would just like to thank all of the writers on Tumblr that let me read their great stories. Also all of the blogs that I will list are great. I’m a small blog but I just want to acknowledge all of these people.

Thank you:

@thiccmendes @sippingchai @royalwolfhard @softboyshawn @ezyisbruh @i-keep-craving-craving @shawn-bliss @shawmato @innocent-before-mendes @sourshawn @goddamnitshawn @mendesau @zipline-mendez @stereomendes @nocturnalmendes @shawnm521 @torontogawd @illumeshawn @illuminateshawn @illumendes @illumegeoff @lostinshawnslight @welldamnshawn @babyshawwn

~ btw I’m realizing how many ppl that is and wow, some of y’all don’t write but I still love your blog! You most likely won’t see this but this made me feel good. Have a great  2018

anonymous asked:

Hey if you're still taking blurb ideas I just saw Percy Jackson and that would be so much fun to imagine with shawn. He can be like a bad boy demigod lmao like he's Hades' son and he goes to the demigod camp because there's this alliance between hades and Zeus rn so he's welcome but Zeus golden daughter is defensive about it because he's this really cocky guy who's acting like he's doing them a favor showing up and they really don't get along until THEY DO BC THEY HAVE TO LOVE EACH OTHER :)))

HAHAHAHA tbh i love the percy jackson movies (i havent read the books yet) and i LOVE this idea. BUT @welldamnshawn did a sort of badboy shawn demi god thing with the percy jackson theme. and it’s GREAT. 

One for me, One for baby // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Can you do a imagine where the reader is pregnant & well chilling with him & his sister on the living room couch the readers odd pregnancy cravings go through the roof & Shawn has to go around look for stores that sell things like Sour Pouch & pickles among other odd combos & also he comes home to drop the food off & then goes back out within a few minutes to get more stuff & by the end he’s exhausted & just slips down on the couch with the two girls & it’s just funny fluff?

requested: YEppp

Authors note: I actually had so much fun writing this and I hope you guys like it oh and I know I’m a little late but this is celebrating me hitting 1000 followers!! (crazy)

“I think we should call him Y/n junior,” I smile fondly at my stomach where my 28 week old was growing. 

“Babe,” Shawn looks at me from where he was putting in a DVD for Aaliyah and I to watch on the TV. “You know he’s a dude right?” He smirks and I glare mockingly.

“I know that babe,” I joke back, my hand rubbing gentle circles on my baby bump.  “Y/n is a pretty cool name and I think that any baby would be lucky to have it,” I huff, slightly offended. “Especially our baby,”

“Definitely, because our son would love us for giving him a girls name,” He sasses me.

“Watch the attitude Shawn,” I say lowly at him. 

“I can’t believe you two are having a kid,” Aaliyah laughs from where she lays across the couch, legs chucked up on the arm rest. Shawn sends his best death glare at her. 

“What that’s supposed to mean?” He asks, tone sharp.

“It means that the both of you bicker so much when it comes to the baby,” I chuckle while Shawn just looks insulted.

“Shawn’s just jealous because I don’t want to call him Shawn junior,” I hum, Shawn letting out a cry of indignation.

“Babe we’re not calling our baby junior anything,”

“I guess that rules out Aaliyah junior,” Aaliyah and I laugh as Shawn scowls, turning to walk out the room.

“Oh wait, Shawn,” I try to turn to look over my shoulder to where he stands at the door.

“Yes Y/n,” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Can you please get me some sour patch kids and a glass of caramel milk?” I ask, sending him an innocent glance.

“We don’t have caramel milk, I don’t even know if that’s a thing?” He questions, looking mildly confused.

“Please Shawn, I’m really hungry,” I plead, pouting my bottom lip. “Baby and I are hungry,” as soon as I add the last bit Shawn is grabbing his keys, laying a kiss on my forehead and heading out the door.

“Since he’s gone, want to go tell dad we’re calling him Y/n Junior?” Aaliyah asks, smirking at me.

“As much as I want to go do that, my sour patch kids hang in the balance and frankly I don’t think I’m willing to risk that,” I laugh, running a hand through my hair tiredly.

“Aw damn,” Aaliyah murmurs.

“Maybe next time,” I reassure, looking out the window in hope of Shawn returning in a miraculous 2 minute shopping trip.

10 minutes later however the sound of the door opening alerts as and Shawn walks in holding a bag.

“Turns out they sell caramel milk,” Shawn grins at me, placing a carton on the coffee table and chucking me the sour patch kids.

“Thanks baby,” I smile, leaning forward to kiss him, Aaliyah letting out a sound of disgust.

“I’ll never get used to seeing my brother do that,” 

Shawn chuckles at her mortified facial expression while I’m too busy opening the sour patch kids to respond.

“Babe,” I ask, a few minutes later, turning my head to look at him.

“Yes,” he trails off, eyes flicking to meet mine. 

“Can you get me some biscuits and cheese, the one in the blue packaging with the cow on the front?” I smile sheepishly.

“You are so lucky I love you,” Shawn groans getting up again .

“Can you get me some candy Shawn?” Aaliyah yells grinning at me.

“Get your own,” Shawn calls back and I laugh, hearing the door slam shut.

“He never gets me anything anymore,” Aaliyah pouts.

“I’ll see if I can bribe him next time,” I tell her and she nods, our attention back on the movie.

This time when Shawn returns, he falls back on the couch, passing me the single packet.

“Do you know how many weird looks the cashier lady gave me when I went through only buying one packet of damn biscuits with cheese?” 

“No,” I answer peeling open the wrapper.

“I’m not going again,” He mutters, chucking an arm over my shoulder.

“Next time buy two, one for me, one for baby,”

Aaliyah chokes back a laugh.

We sit there in a comfortable silence while I eat my food, the TV providing a faint background noise.

“Hey Shawn,” I test the waters softly. 

“What,” He asks suspiciously

“Can you get me like, one of those tubs of tomatoes?”

“Get away from me,”

Guess our secret’s out // SHAWN MENDES

Request: Can you do one where Shawn and y/n are secretly dating and people find out by them being in a private beach or pool being all cute and cuddly and kissy

Authors note: Just though you should know I hate the word trunks- as in swimming trunks. It creeps me out.

“I bet that I can reach the other end of the pool before you can.” I taunt Shawn, my towel chucked over my shoulder as we walk through the hotel lobby to the pool. It was 10 at night and Shawn had reserved the pool just for us so we could have some time away from prying eyes.

“You think you can beat me?” Shawn grins, shoving me with his elbow and I glare at him, whacking him in the stomach with my hand. 

“Of course I could. If you swim anything like the way you drive, you’ll be eating my dust.” I laugh, watching his eyebrows pinch in an irritated expression.

“Fine. You’re on woman. First one to the end of the pool wins.” He opens the door to the pool with his key card and the overbearing scent of chlorine hits me in the face.

I lead us over to the chairs to the side, the lap pool taking up the middle of the room. Chucking our towels on the chairs, I shimmy out of my T-shirt dress and turn around to see Shawn clad in a pair of black swimming shorts.

“Give a girl some warning won’t you?” I tease, nudging him with my shoulder as I walk past him to the stairs of the pool.

“I could say the same to you.” Shawn murmurs, his hands reaching out to rest on my waist, stopping me in my tracks. His front is pressed against my back and I try my best to ignore the shivers shooting down my spine at his touch.

“Are we going to swim or are we going to chat?” I look at him over my shoulder and he pouts, his bottom lip puffing out and he looks so adorable that I almost consider forgetting about swimming all together. 

“We’re going to swim!” His face lights up and the cheeky glint in his eyes should have been enough warning for what he was about to do. The world tips and in a flash I’m over his shoulder. 

“Shawn!” I shriek, my laughter echoing around the deserted room. “Put me down.”

“And why would I do that? We’re just having a little pre-race fun.” Then I’ve been thrown into the pool. The heated water surrounding me and I push off the tiled floor, rising above the water, gasping for air.

“You ass!” I shout, wiping the water off my face.

“Sorry Hun,” He chuckles, sliding into the pool slowly.

“You won’t be saying sorry soon.” I huff, moving to the edge of the pool where our race would begin. “Remember, it’s fair play here Shawn. No cheating.”

“Just see if you can keep up sweetie.” He grins maliciously and I roll my eyes.



“Go.” I take a gulp of air before pushing off the wall to propel myself further. I begin a freestyle stroke, kicking as fast as I could. When I take another breath I look to my left to see Shawn a meter or so behind me.

I focus on swimming again, pushing myself to go faster. Suddenly a hand wraps around my ankle pulling me back. I gasp, accidentally swallowing some of the chlorine packed water.

Shawn’s in front of me now and I do the same thing to him, grabbing his own ankle to pull him back. Somehow the race is now forgotten. Shawn is standing up, trying to reach for me as I swim to the side, shrieking in mock fear.

“Come here,” He laughs, lunging for me again but I dodge.

“Come and get me, slowpoke.” I call, grabbing onto the edge of the pool. He’s closer then I expected and it’s too late for me to escape, his arms caging me in.

“Got you.” His nose brushes mine and all laughter from before disappears. 

“Oh no,” I say in a deadpan voice.

He laughs, kissing me briefly. “What am I going to do with you now?” 

“Hmm.. maybe this?” I move quickly, dunking his head under the water.

He resurfaces, wiping water out of his eyes, coughing. “I think I just swallowed half the pool.”

“Aw, Shawn I’m sorry-“ I start to say but I’m cut off by him splashing me in the face with water.

“Are you serious-“ Splash.

“Shawn-“ Splash.

“Stop!” Splash.

When he finally stops I open my eyes to see his head tilted back as he laughs uncontrollably.

“You should have seen you’re face!” He pauses just to continue laughing again.

“I’m going back to our room and you’re going to be sleeping on the floor.” I scowl, swimming towards the steps out of the pool.

He doesn’t say anything except for the chuckles of amusement.

I walk over to the chairs wrapping a towel over my body, the cold causing goose bumps to appear on my body.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” Shawn says from the pool.

“No you’re not.” I say smiling at him, my anger from before dispersing at the happiness Shawn shows. We hadn’t decided to go public yet with our relationship so we rarely got a chance to go out to public places together and enjoy ourselves.

“You’re right, I’m not sorry but I don’t want you to be angry at me.” Shawn begins to climb out the pool and walk over to me, leaving a trail of water behind him.

“I’m not Shawn, it was fine, I had fun.” I grin at him and he looks at me, deciding whether he believes me or not.

“Okay.” He says, returning the smile.

“Just watch your back.” I smirk at him, and he tilts his head, biting his lip and edging closer to me.

“What’s the worst you could do?” He asks sarcastically, pulling me into his body that’s still covered in moisture.

“Shawn you’re getting my towel wet.” I giggle, reaching behind me to grab his towel off the chair. I press the cloth onto his chest, meeting his dark eyes. “Dry off.”

“Do it for me?” He says lowly, and I feel my cheeks heat at the implied meaning. Slowly I began to rub the towel over his chest, down his arms and around to dry his back.

“I hope you’re not getting any ideas.” I murmur, moving the towel to dry his hair. He bends his neck lower so I can reach.

“Oh don’t worry, I am.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes, hanging the towel around his neck and letting go to hold his face close to mine.

“Good, ‘cos so am I.” I let go, turning away to grab the key card and leaving him standing there stunned. I reach the door, realizing he wasn’t behind me.

“You coming?” I ask, calling back to him. He shakes his head, almost like he was clearing a thought out of his head before he grabs his clothes and follows after me.

I awake the next morning by the sun shining through our half open hotel blinds. I groan, reaching out for my phone on the night stand. 7:48. I turn, laying on my back, opening up twitter on my phone.

I let it load, looking to the side to see Shawn’s back facing me and I smile, focusing back at my phone again. I gasp.

Shawn Mendes spotted with a mystery woman at the hotel’s pool.

Mendes found having some late night fun with a new girl.

Is this Shawn Mendes’ new girlfriend?

And so many more. I frown, scrolling through the new headlines from the fan accounts that I was following. All of them had posted something about Shawn and I.

I roll onto my side, poking Shawn in the back softly. He groans, moving onto his back.

“Shawn.” I whisper, hovering over him as I shove his shoulder enough to wake him up. He opens one eye sleepily and slowly he opens the other.

“Morning,” he hums, a rasp to his voice.

“Morning, look at this.” I hold my phone where he can see it and he squints at first before he looks at me, shocked.

“They took pictures of us while we were at the pool?” He asks, anger lacing his tone and he sits upright like I was.

“Yeah, but its okay Shawn. They had to know sooner or later.” I tell him, softly pressing his shoulders back down as he moves to get out of bed.

He sighs, grabbing my hand.

“I’m sorry it had to come out like this,” he kisses my knuckles softly.

“It’s really okay Shawn. As long as I have you, it doesn’t matter.” I smile at him and he gives me a grateful look.

He lifts his own phone from where it was plugged into charge and opens up twitter himself. I rest my head on his shoulder, watching as pictures and comments about us load onto the screen.

He kisses my forehead, flicking through his mentions.

“Guess our secret’s out, huh?”

Originally posted by bw-shawn-mendes

I’m the real deal // Shawn Mendes

Request:  Can you do a badboy imagine plz. I don’t really care what’s it’s about lol I just really like the idea of badboy shawn.

Authors note: So this isn’t as bad o as I thought but I looove writing these so I’ll probably do another ayyy

“You need to leave me alone” I slam my locker shut, giving Shawn a glare before turning my back on him and walking off on him.

“No can do sweetheart.” I can hear the smirk in his voice and I roll my eyes. I stop abruptly, causing him to crash into my back. I spin around to face him.

“And why not? Honey,” I reply, watching the humor dance in his eyes.

“Because I’m incapable of going about my day without talking to you.” He winks, grinning, and I scoff.

“Talking? More like annoying the heck out me.” I spit, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You know what?” Shawn asks, pushing the sleeves of his long sleeved black shirt back up over his elbow,  exposing his forearms and I swallow at the sight.

“What?” I ask, but the bite to my words has disappeared. Its replaced by quick breaths and a weakness in my knees. I think Shawn’s arm made me weak, and I think he noticed.

“I think that you really like me-” I cut him off.

“I don’t think that’s the case-” He stops me.

“Oh but I think it is. I know you’re affected by my touch just as much as I am by yours.”

I freeze, eyes slowly meeting his. I gravitated towards him. We were like magnets and I was drawn to him.

“Yeah,” I whisper unconsciously. I rest my back against the lockers as he takes a step closer towards me, hand brushing back some of my stray hair behind my ear and I shiver.

He was too close, all I could think was Shawn. He was right there in front of me and his cologne smelt so good

“Yeah,” He mumbles back, his nose slightly brushing mine and all I could do was stand there with no defensive, his brown eyes locked on my own. 

I mumble something incoherent and he chuckles, pressing his body against mine so that I was sandwiched between the lockers and his body. 

“What are you doing?” I say louder, my hands hanging limply by my sides. 

“Trying to show you-” He breathes out slowly. “That you can’t deny we’re attracted to each other.”

For some reason that snaps me out of the haze I was stuck in. Shoving him off me I back away away from him.

“I don’t want to be some one night stand Shawn. I’m not some girl that you can add to your reputation. I’m the real deal.” My hands are shaking, why are they shaking?

“I get that you feel a need to keep up your bad ‘status’ but I’m not someone you can just mess with.” He doesn’t move towards me yet he doesn’t back away either.

“I don’t want to mess with you Y/n.” He says softly. Its silent in the hallway- not surprising as it was lunch and everyone was outside enjoying the sunny day. We stare out each other for what feels like hours but merely minutes.

“Good. ‘Cos you can’t.” I try to sound strong but I feel my resolve crumbling at every word Shawn says. I can’t help but start to give in.

“I don’t want you to be some one night stand- If anything I want you to be an every night stand.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes again.

“Shawn,” I say sharply and he shrugs his shoulders, the boyish grin he’s wearing making a smile appear on my own face.

“I know I’m known as a bad guy for my attitude towards some things but sweetheart, if you just gave me a chance- one chance, I’ll show you that I can be the best thing that ever happened to you.” He sounded so sure of himself that I took a moment to let his words to sink in. 

“Okay,” I say before I can think about it. His eyebrows raise in surprise.


“You want me to reconsider?”

“No way- your mine now,” He grins and I bite my lip to hold back a smart remark. Neither of us seem to know what to say and I rock back on my heels, contemplating what to do now that I agreed to give Shawn a chance.

“Well I guess this is goodbye-” I’m cut off by Shawn sweeping me off my feet and pressing me back into the lockers on the other side of the hallway, his mouth on my own. 

I can’t seem to move- my brain wasn’t functioning, Shawn was kissing me. Then it kicks in and kissing him just as feverishly. He pulls back a centimeter and I can’t help but laugh, Shawn smiling back wildly. 

“Not too bad for a good girl,”

Originally posted by fearless-man

What a real turn of events // Shawn Mendes

Request: Could you do one where y/n and Shawn are at a party and people are flirting with y/n

“What was that?” Shawn asks me, staring blandly at his drink as he watches it swish around inside of his cup.

“That?” I ask nervously, fiddling with the hem of my navy dress. “He was just saying how he liked my dress.”

“Did he?” His shoulders tense up and I knew at that moment if one more guy came up to me to tell me how ‘good my dress looked’, he would loose it.

“Yeah, but don’t worry Shawn, I’m sure its just because they had great fashion sense!” I laugh weakly, trying to distract him.

“I bet all 6 of them picked you out of the millions of girls here and thought, ‘hey, that girl is wearing the neatest dress. I’m going to go tell her’!” Shawn smiles sarcastically. 

“Shawn,” I groan, placing my drink on the table before turning back to face him, resting my palms on the lapel of his blazer. I tug them slightly and he takes a step forward so that he was closer to me.

“Honey, why are you stressing about them?” I ask, smoothing the fabric across his chest. I look up to find him intently gazing at me, a small smirk carved on his face.

He sighs. “I don’t know. I guess that whenever I see another guy flirting with you, it always makes me nervous. What if you like them better then me?” He rests his own hands over mine that were still flattened against his chest.

“Shawn, I came to this party with you didn’t I?” he nods slowly. “Then why would I leave with someone else?”

He shrugs his shoulders, biting his bottom lip gently. 

“I love you, I picked you. Stop thinking that I’m going to leave you every time another guy walks past me, okay?” I tease slightly, moving my hands to cup his face.

“I’m sorry,” He says softly, eyes darkening as I peer up at him. Even though we’d been dating for 6 months, I still got nervous when he was this close to me.

“It’s okay, you’re okay. We’re okay.” I reassure him. I start to pull his head down and I lean up onto the tips of my toes to press a quick kiss to his lips.

“I feel better now.” Shawn mumbles as I press my forehead against his, both of us momentarily forgetting we were in the middle of a party.

“I bet you do.” I chuckle, kissing him again, feeling his arms wrap around me to pull me closer to him.

I let go, grabbing my drink back off the table and slipping my hand into his. I begin to walk towards the bar to get a refill, dragging Shawn along with me when he stops me.

He smiles at me sweetly, pressing another kiss to my lips. “I love you,” He murmurs softly and I grin, moving us over to the bar. I place my drink on the table, ordering another as it was nearly empty.

“So how much longer do we have to be here before its acceptable to leave?” I joke, leaning against the table top.

“20 minutes tops probably.” Shawn grins, kissing my knuckles.

I go to reply but a tall brunette appearing to the side of Shawn cuts me off.

“Hey sweetheart, nice dress.” He winks, completely oblivious of Shawn’s withering gaze.

“Thanks, she knows.” Shawn raises an eyebrow, and I cough to hide my laugh.

“You know what, that dress is gorgeous but your arm candy,” He nods in Shawn’s direction, “is so much better.” He cheekily grins at me and I laugh, watching Shawn’s gaze turn to shock, his cheeks reddening. 

“Thanks,” I giggle, wrapping a arm around Shawn’s waist. “I know.” 

He grins at us before sauntering off.

“Wasn’t he nice, sweetie?” I smile innocently at Shawn.

“Real nice.” His cheeks still a light shade of pink.

“You get sick of guys hitting on me, so instead, get this,” I pause grinning wildly at him. Shawn rolls his eyes, knowing I’m not going to let this go for about a week. “Guys hit on you!”

“I was there. I get it Y/n.” Shawn tries to be serious but my constant giggles has him smiling.

“What a real turn of events.”

Originally posted by the-shinsekai

Chapter 6: How could I have done this to my soulmate? // Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Chapter 3: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166104883601/chapter-3-ill-take-my-chances-shawn-mendes

Chapter 4: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166172386006/chapter-4-i-want-you-to-want-me-because-im-me

Chapter 5: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166248497496/chapter-5-were-a-perfect-match-shawn-mendes

Author’s note: HERES THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER 6! There wont be an update for a while as it was quite a long chapter. Shawn’s background is explained a lot here and I hope you guys like it :) 

Recap: “Got it.” He rolls his eyes, allowing me to push his towards the door.

I pause, watching his features turn into a small smile as I reach to close the door, I meet his gaze one last time.

“I’ll show you Shawn. We’re a perfect match.”

My soulmate was good at many things. One of them was looking ruggedly handsome in an all-black suit. The other was sneaking into my room when I least expect it. 

There he was, 5 minutes to 10:00 am, just like I told him, head to toe in the finest suit he owned. 

“You clean up nicely.” I smile warmly at him and he glares at me, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“I look like an arrogant ass.” He mumbles, taking a seat on the edge of my bed as I grab some earrings off my dresser.

“Aren’t you always?” I tease, allowing him to complain.

“Very funny.” He scorns me, tugging at his collar again.

“I think you’re really going to enjoy what we’re doing today.” I grin at him and he blanches, a thin sheen of sweat might even be visible on his forehead if you look close enough. “Did you bring your car?”

He gives me a strange look. “Yeah I parked around the back.”

“Lets go then.” I grab my purse off my bed and open my patio door, waiting for him to lead me to his car- a black chevrolet Camaro. It was one of the oldest model’s I’d ever seen but looked surprisingly well kept.

“Bet you’re not used to roughing it out in an old piece of metal like this?” Shawn humour’s, unlocking the car.

“Actually my Grandpa likes to collect old cars, he has around maybe 5 of these but they’re all in different colours.” I try not to laugh too loud at the shocked and mildly annoyed look upon Shawn’s face. I buckle in and Shawn turns on the ignition, pulling onto the road.

“So where are we going?” He breaks the silence.

“Park out front the Dee Gardens and then we’re on foot from there.”

“You made me wear a suit to go to the park?” he asks, looking at me like I had asked him to do the most ridiculous thing.

“Maybe.” I giggle, winding the window down to allow the cool spring breeze into the car. The sun was beating down through the windows and I already knew it was going to be a good day. Perfect for a wedding.

“Okay, there, park there.” The Dee Gardens were a short 5 minute drive from our house and as soon as I saw a free parking space, we took it.

The gravel crunches under my heels as I get out, shutting the door and walking over to the grass. Excitement bubbles in my stomach and I feel a shoulder brush mine, turning to see Shawn standing right beside me.

“Lets go.” I grab his hand, entwining my fingers with his.

“Is this really necessary?” He holds our joined hands up as he falls into step with me and I raise an eyebrow.

“4 weeks, remember?”

He sighs, the sound drawing my attention to the faint hum of voices. We round the corner and ahead is a small clearing, surrounded by tall red woods. There’s maybe 40 chairs either side, an aisle running through the middle. At the end there’s a stand with a small archway made of flowers that have been threaded through the wire. Fairy lights were strung around the trunk of the trees, light green ribbon bows stuck on the back of nearly every chair. It looked beautiful.

I eye the nervous groom standing under the arch, talking to his groomsmen. He looked like he was going to be sick.

“We’re late.” I don’t give Shawn a chance to speak as I rush to our seats, two spares at the back as we weren’t on time. We sit down and I notice Shawn’s gaping expression, his eyes wide.

“You took me to a fucking wedding?” He hisses in my ear, and I elbow him in the stomach to stop his complaining.

“Shut up, Becky is about to walk down the aisle.” I snap back, rising with the rest of the family. I look down to see Shawn still sitting there and I grab his collar, tugging him up so he’s standing next to me.

A flower girl begins her descent down the aisle and I try to ignore seeing Shawn pinching the bridge of his nose out of the corner of my eye. Bridesmaids wearing beautiful jade dresses come next, their hair up in elaborate braided buns.

Then came the bride. Becky looked stunning, her white dress was studded with tiny diamonds and when they caught the light, they shined. The silk hugged her figure and fell away into a train.

“You sneaky little thing.” I hear Shawn whisper in my ear, we were lucky to be at the back where no one could hear us and anyone who could was more preoccupied with the bride.

“Excuse you?” I don’t tear my eyes away from my cousin, her dress was causing me serious envy.

“You take me to a wedding, get me all loved up and then you’re going to strike. You’ve probably arranged our wedding, haven’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smile innocently at him and he huffs, falling silent as the ceremony begins.

I didn’t stop smiling.

As soon as the ceremony had finished, Shawn dragged me away before anyone had noticed we were there. In silence, we trek back to his car.

“You know we have to go to the reception right?”

“You do. I don’t.” He laughs at my disgruntled expression. The car comes into sight and we head towards it.

“But what if I get approached?” I ask him, giving him my daintiest smile.

“Approached? By who, your Grandpa?” Shawn snorts and unlocks the car.

“No.” I drag the sound out. “By an eligible bachelor who seeks my hand in marriage.”

I feel shocked at the sound of Shawn laughing, his head tilted back and eyes crinkled.

“Sorry princess but the government would never let you get married while your soulmate is living and breathing just across town from you.” The engine rumbles, and Shawn changes the gear into reverse.

“Then why don’t you come along just to make sure that it doesn’t happen.” I rest my hand on his forearm softly. He looks over at me quickly before sighing.

“You’re going to black mail me if I don’t say yes aren’t you?”


Three seconds of silence. He gives in.

“Where am I driving to?”

The reception was located in a pretty fancy restaurant and had a similar decorative touch to the wedding. There were already so many people here and I feel Shawn’s front press into my back so he doesn’t loose me in the crowded room. Leading the way I take him to our seats. My Mother looks up at the sound of chairs scraping against the wood flooring. Her mouth falls open.

“Who’s this Sweetie?” She prod’s, smiling at Shawn whose head whips to face me, disbelief clouding his eyes. We stay standing.

“Mum this is Shawn, Shawn this is… my Mother.” I watch as Shawn’s eyebrows raise, biting his lip to stop himself from saying something offensive to me in front of my mother.

“Nice to meet you Mam.” Shawn says formally, offering his hand for my Mother to shake.

“Likewise.” She shakes it, turning to face me.

“Shawn is my boyfriend.” I quickly tell her, yet my Mum’s face forms an expression of curiosity.

“I thought you were only going to date your soulmate Y/n.” Shawn audibly gulps. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me into his side.

“We both have many years on our timer’s. We like each other so we thought why not get to know each other.” He tells my Mother, a frown etched onto his face. A relationship during the youthful years with someone who wasn’t your soulmate wasn’t illegal, although it was frowned upon by many people.

“Oh.” My Mother gasps while my mouth opens and closes, no words forming.

“You just lied to my Mother.” I whisper in his ear, Mum still staring at us.

“Would you rather me tell her we’re soulmates?” He rebuts, pulling out my seat and letting me sit down.

“She could easily check my arm and see my timer has gone.” My eyes flick to my sleeve covered arm, right where my timer would have been if it was still ticking.

“Then you will just have to cross that bridge when you come to it.” He frowns at me, resting a hand on my knee under the table. “Now I believe we are at a wedding and you wanted us to act like soulmates, care to dance?”

Somehow, from the time we got here and when we sat down, music had begun to play, a soft beat filling the room.

“I can’t believe you told her.” I mumble to him as he pulls me to the centre of the room where other dancing couples were located.

“I’m just trying to be what you expect me to be. You only have four weeks of this treatment so enjoy it while it lasts.” Shawn snaps and my face flushes in anger.

“I don’t expect you to be an ass Shawn, I don’t know what you want from this ‘trial’.” He rests a hand on my waist and the other holds my left hand.

“Most soulmates act irrationally, right? So that’s what I’m trying to do.” There’s a hint of sarcasm and I ignore it.

“When I asked you to give me a chance I didn’t mean change your entire personality.” I mutter, letting him sway us to the beat.

“I don’t do relationships Y/n, I’m sorry that I said the wrong thing to your Mum. Next time I just won’t say anything” He growls at me and I fall silent.

The music was classical; the instruments filling the dining hall, giving the atmosphere an old fashion feel.

“If you weren’t a member of the libertas would you still have treated me the same?” I ask him softly, meeting his hazel eyes.

“Even if I wasn’t I still have the same belief in soulmates Y/n.” He tells me, his eyes scanning my face.

“If soulmate’s didn’t exist would you want me?” I hold my breath, the question out in the open air.

“If you weren’t my soulmate I think I would have actually wanted to be with you- out of my own choice.” He lets my arm falls and I can’t speak, can’t move. I’m lost in the depth of his eyes. Even after everything he has said to me I want to pull him closer to me, into my embrace.

“Why tell me that? Why not just be with me because you like me?” He lets me rest a hand on his chest, right over his heart and the steady thump has me feeling giddy.

“All my life I’ve told myself that I’m not going to let the soulmate program dictate my life like it did for my Mum.” He whispers softly and we’re dancing again, his left hand glued to my right and his other hand on my waist. We’re chest to chest as we sway to the soft beat from the band.

“What happened with your Mum, Shawn?” I ask boldly, knowing he would either answer me or retreat away from me.

He takes a deep breath. “She was abused… by her soulmate, my Dad.” I let him talk, feeling a weight settle in my stomach. No one ever deserves to be treated the way I can only imagine Shawn’s Mum would have been treated. 

“The one person the Government told her that was supposed to treasure her and take care of her was the one that haunted her nightmares and caused black and blue bruises to appear on her skin.” Shawn looks angry now, his hand tightening its grip on my own hand.

“What did she do?” My face is so close to his that I can see the faint flecks of gold in his hazel eyes.

“She put in a request form to the Government to leave her soulmate, so she could find someone else.” In society, when a person’s match dies, we can request to form a relationship with another single match. 

“But because my Dad was still alive they forced her to stay with him.” He snarls, his frustration rolling off him. “She couldn’t find happiness with another person because they told her that she could only be happy with him. They partnered my Mother with a monster.”

He twirls me, my dress fanning out and I crash back into his chest ungracefully. Shawn doesn’t seem to care.

“I joined the libertas when my mother couldn’t take the violence any more and committed suicide.” He’s calm again. A sadness welling in his eyes. “I was only 13 and my Dad was the one who found her. He didn’t care that he did that to her. He just packed up his things and left.”

“Shawn.” I try to comfort him but I don’t think there was any measure of comfort I could offer considering what he’d been through. “I vowed that night when both my parents left me that I would never let my life be controlled by the Government the way my Mother’s life had been. Its been 8 years since then and not once have I ever broken that vow. Not until I met you.” His eyes hold my gaze and I feel a heat creep up over my cheeks.

“And that’s why you don’t want a soulmate.” I finish for him and he his hand moves further up my back so his palm is splayed firmly between my shoulder blades. 

“That’s not all.” He mutters and I feel a chill creep up my spine. “I’m my father’s son, Y/n.” 

“That doesn’t mean-”

“If I gave into this soulmate thing, gave into you,” He pauses to let his words settle and I feel my heart flutter at them. “Whose to say that I won’t turn into what my father was. Hurt my own soulmate who I was meant to look out for and take care of.”

“You’re not your father Shawn.” I tell him and he lets my hands go to cup his cheeks, stopping our dancing. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

“I already have.” He bites his lip and I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. “When we first met at your school, Jeremy wanted me to take care of the witnesses, I said I would. You were one of them and I hurt you.”

“I don’t remember..?” I trail off, confused with where this was going. I remember having a lump on my head but I thought it was because I had fallen during the attack.

“I smashed your head against the wall and you blacked out.” He spits out and I feel a sick feeling rise in my belly.

“Shawn.” He can tell that I’m beginning to feel the effects of fear, fear of him.

“I watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you passed out in my arms.” He’s put up his walls again. The shields that stop me from getting close. “And when I picked you up I remember how light and fragile you felt. I thought, how could I have done this to my soulmate?” He laughs, the sound harsh against my ears.

“You were just following what Jeremy said-” I try to excuse his actions but Shawn isn’t having it.

“There is no excuse for what I did. I hurt you before I even got to know you and I never want to put you in a situation like that again. If we’re together, you’re only going to be in danger.”

“I can handle it.” I beg him, pulling him to me as he tries to get out of my grip.

“There’s so many people who could hurt you for being with someone like me. It could be the libertas, Jeremy, the Government or what about your soulmate, huh? I could just as easily break you.” His words are sharp yet I don’t let them cut me.

“I trust you Shawn!” I say desperately and he stops struggling against my hold, stops talking, just stares at me. I wrap my arms back around him, over his shoulders and winding my fingers through his hair. Gripping the back of his head I push him forward until his lips touch mine.

I couldn’t breathe. His lips pressed feverishly onto mine and within a second he’s kissing me back. He leans closer to me and his hands are everywhere. On my hips, sliding up and over onto my back, the heat of his fingertips alighting a fire on my skin that made me dizzy.

He doesn’t part from me, instead kisses me harder, sending tremors along every nerve and evoking feelings I had tried to hide from him. I knew it now though. My arrogant, wilful soulmate had stolen a part of my heart, and I didn’t know if I would get it back.

Originally posted by kdrauhl

Chapter 2: Why did you come here?// Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Author’s note: Guess who’s back!! ME IM BACK AND IVE GOT TWO UPDATES FOR YOU

Recap: “You’re going to wish we’d never been matched.” he purrs in my ear and I fight against him, trying to free myself.
“I already do.” I rasp, watching as amusement flickers across his eyes.He raises his hand, shoving my head back against the wall hard. It all went dark.

It was a week before the lump on the back of my head finally went down. A week since Dime College had been broken into by the libertas. A week since I’d met my soulmate with his parting words being he’d come back for me.

The school had repaired all damages made by the rebellion and not a single student had talked about the events that had occurred that afternoon. Instead we had kept our mouths shut, and allowed the 5 Government Officials that had been sent down to calm the rumors that were sure to be leaked.

I sat in that assembly, listening to the man with the clean grey suit tell us how the situation was under control and this was purely a fluke attack. I believed his lies for it was better than what the truth had to offer. The truth being that times were changing and the rebellion’s numbers were growing. People didn’t want to be controlled anymore.

Ever since I woke up in sick bay with a pounding headache I had pushed my soulmate out of my mind, ignoring how the skin on my forearm no longer contained a number indicating my future. My normal routine continued like nothing had ever happened.

It was Friday night, end of the school week, and I had cooped myself up in my room. It was the only bedroom on the ground floor, my parents and older sister’s rooms located on the second and third floors. 

Our house was on the east side of town where all the respectable families lived. My parents both worked in the lab, my mother was one of the many who scanned the pregnant women for the characteristics of the fetus while my dad’s job was imprinting the timer’s on the babies arms. 

Their jobs had earned themselves a high place in our social hierarchy, therefore we gained a spacious 3 story house in a safe neighborhood. Though I suppose it wasn’t safe enough.

A figure was on my patio, the large french doors shut and covered by a thin blind yet the shape of person was still visible. I was too engrossed with my laptop to notice, my head phones in and a soft beat filling my ears. Not once did I look up, or in that direction. 

That was mistake number one.

Mistake number two was getting up to go to the kitchen and returning to see my soulmate sitting on my bed, flicking through a novel I had on my bedside table.

I scream, my glass of water crashing to the floor, smashing into pieces. Of course there was no one here to hear me, my parents still at work and my sister out at her boyfriend’s.

“You should really lock your doors, someone dangerous could get in.” He smirks at me, this time the mask that once covered his face is no where to be seen.

He was gorgeous. His dark brown hair flowed back in waves where he had pushed it off his forehead and his sharp jawline made me loose my current train of thought.

“Someone like you, I suppose.” I mutter, backing out of the doorway, careful not to cut my sock clad feet. I grab the broom resting against the wall in the hallway leading to the kitchen and return to my room, sweeping the glass to the side for me to pick up later.

“You really need to be more careful.” he says blandly, almost like he was bored.

“I’m sorry that having a stranger in my room scared me.” I hiss at him, leaning the broom against my dresser and walking over to him. I rip the book out of his grip, scolding him with a “don’t touch my stuff.”

He simply lets out a chuckle, leaning back onto my bed and staring at the ceiling.
“So this is where my soulmate lives.” 

“Why did you come here?” I don’t bother with the small talk.

“I told you I would come back for you, didn’t I?” he peers at me through his eyelashes, the lamp on my bedside table casting a soft glow on his features. It almost made him seem angelic although I knew he was anything but.

“Yeah, a week ago.” I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest and the action draws his gaze lower and I swallow, uncomfortable with the intensity of it. 

“I’ve been busy.” Is all he says. I don’t prod at him for anymore information. Instead I point to the door.

“You’ve seen me, you can go.”

“But don’t you want to get to know me, If we’re going to be spending the rest of our lives together I should at least know my soulmates name.” He throws my words back at me and I scowl.

“You know where I live so I assume you can find out my name.” I tap my foot impatiently.

“You have quite the attitude on you, don’t you princess?” he still doesn’t move and I give up, curling up on the small velvet sofa across from the bed.

“I get it from my mother.” I give him a fake smile, to which he returns.

“I bet you do.” He hums, tapping his fingers on his stomach.

“Listen, is there a reason you’re here? I really have to get back to my homework.” I snap at him, his presence irritating me. Or at least that’s what I try convincing myself as he was my match and physically, he was everything I was hoping for, not that I would ever tell him that. 

“I just want to see what imbecile they chose for my match.” he grins and I roll my eyes.

“I’m not an imbecile and once again, you’ve seen who they picked for you, so leave now please.”

“When I’m ready.” Is his response. A knock on the door has me jumping out of my seat.

“Hun, we’re back from work, have you eaten dinner yet? I know you get caught up in your TV shows.” My mother’s voice is heard and my eyes widen, rushing to stop the door handle from turning.

“Homework my ass.” I hear my match snort and I send him a glare while he lays on the bed still.

“Can I come in?” She twists the handle and I push my weight against the door and the handle stops turning.

“Mum don’t come in yet, I’m uh.. I’m naked.” I groan, that was the worst possible thing to say, judging by the way my soulmate was smirking at me and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, okay well your Dad and I are heating up some leftovers. Come out when you’re ready.” I hear her footsteps retreat and I visibly relax.

“Get out.” I say to him, opening the doors to the patio.

He wander’s over to me, brushing my shoulder as he steps through the door. Before he leaves he turns back, catching my eye.

“I’ll see you next time.” He grins at me while I stare indifferently at him. “Y/n.”

I slammed the door. There was no way in hell that the arrogant man who was just in my room was my soulmate. Not unless someone stuffed something up.

Originally posted by kdrauhl