#shawn mendes head cannons

[shawnxstyles]

hii are you taking requests rn? if you are could you pls pls do some hcs of shawn during sex if that’s okay hahaha like anything’s fine. i just feel like i haven’t seen shawn content like anywhere that much for a while so some hcs would be nice. if not it’s okay. i love your work keep it upppp :)

shawn head-cannons #1 (smut)

note: i haven’t posted for shawn in a longgg time even though i have requests. i’m taking a break from work right now, so why not just do this one real quick? enjoy!

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➪ firstly, shawn loves touching you. his hands always find their way around your waist, holding yours, massaging your shoulders, etc.

➪ shawn loves kissing your neck and whispering into your ears. he likes to be as close as possible to hear your breath pick up. he loves to hear the effect he has on you.

➪ shawn ALWAYS makes sure you come first. the way you whimper as your orgasm approaches drives him fucking crazy. sometimes he’ll make you come more than once. raw and sore until you’re begging him to stop

“again.” “but shawn—” “just one more, baby. i know you can. need to taste you.”

➪ sometimes when he wakes up before you, he just HAS to get a taste. he loves to lick every inch inside and outside of your folds. you usually grapple onto his curls as you wake up until your fingers are entangled. your trembling and shaky grasp always makes him dizzily horny.

➪ when his fingers are deep inside your cunt, he keeps a slow, taunting pace. he edges you by removing one of his three fingers. you would whine into the air until he gave in, thrusting into you with a vicious hand.

➪ shawn’s name is muscle memory on your tongue. the second his hands are on you and making you feel bliss, you’re chanting his name like a mantra into the air. nothing boosts his ego like your needy sounds for him.

“shawn, fuck, oh my god.” “so pretty with my name in your mouth.”

➪ when you’re desperate and needy, shawn will egg you on until you’re begging for his cock.

➪ he tries his hardest to be stern, but he’s really a big softie, and will give you whatever you wanted in time.

➪ shawn pushes himself into you with his long cock, stretching you out until you’re blind with dizziness. his strokes are slow, making you feel every inch of him a million times more.

➪ each rock is eye-rolling; a fire igniting in the pits of your stomach every time. when he rests his hand on the hidden bulge of your tummy, you squeal and clench around him.

➪ he loves watching your face as you come; scrunched eyes and eyebrows, back arching, and hands scratching.

“you’re so pretty when you come, baby.”

➪ and of course, shawn makes sure to leave his marks are you. sore bruises around your neck, breasts, and thighs. yes, he might be a softie for you, but you’re his. and everyone needs to know that.

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i hope i did this right?? i’ve never done head-cannons beforeee

[clarrissanewt]

Hey! I love ur fics especially the Harry ones and I stan Harry!

Can u do Harry Potter×fem!reader where Harry and Reader are in muggle world (reader is aware of muggle stuff) and they are are on couch wearing sweatshirts, vibing to music (maybe Taylor Swift or One Direction or Shawn Mendes anyone u like) and having snacks and reader keeps jumping on the couch, Harry is doing some stupid moves and reader laughs and they are finally exhausted-

I will leave the rest to ur imagination! Thanx a lot ♥️

Heart Me

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: modern!au

Requests are open!

A/n: ah! i heart harry staners;)

A special thanks to @devilstains for the help in the playlist^

hope you enjoy!

If laziness had a face, Harry asserted inside his mind, it would have definitely been him and Y/n. Taking a quick glance out of the heavily fogged window, he sighed inaudibly at the chewing thought of what happened last week when Y/n had decided to switch to this sleep alluring music.

He needed some cacophony.

As he trudged out of the little divine they made on the couch, the girl was shaken from her reverie. Cold waft was never her thing.

Screw you, Potter.

Her eyes lingered on his receding figure as he tiptoed out of the room and somewhere two rooms away, the door crashed shut like a Potter made missile was shot through a cannon.

Merlin, she rolled her eyes as she reluctantly shook off the blanket that squished her into the so-called infinite horizon of the couch, this boy loved being secretive as much as he loved troubles (she wasn’t going to herald that he loved her more than anything...what’s the fun if your words ain't star-crossed?)

As the sharp bang clashed and echoed through the otherwise serene apartment of theirs, Y/n was already trying not to wrap her head around this oncoming surprise...maybe this would be the forthcoming of the wild Potter as if the long gone Dark Lord had possessed him again.

She well knew that he wasn’t into gory stuff, at least not with her. So what was this upcoming hurricane about?

As if on a cue, the wooden door was banged into her face, and Harry’s eyes, much to the prior contentment, turned berating as he got the brunt of the situation.

Yeah, very well, actually screw you, Potter.

“I’m-”

“Shut up,” Y/n hissed, turning away from him, the murderous glint of red flaring through her orbs.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled, timidly flexing his burly arms, a strange habit he caught over time whenever he messed up with things.

As he watched her storming away from him, well actually towards the kitchen counter, he was mentally (very prudently) calculating what ways the kitchen could aid to murder a man.

Knife? Check.

A murderous girlfriend? Checked for the whole lifetime.

As he sheepishly advanced towards the living room, the sound base spurring some lazy songs much to his displeasure was enough.

Hurricane Potter (if you even call him that) wasn’t storming away to be mocked. With quick darting steps, he shut off the current playlist that was obviously chosen by Y/n, eliciting a nasty groan from the kitchen.

Ten seconds for mission ‘Murder Scarhead’.

Quite not.

Instead he was met with a strained smile and two foaming cups of coffee.

There were times he wished to fall in love with this girl all over again, the same crave which anyone would get after finishing a mind blasting book. It wasn’t much of a surprise that he fell in love with her, the very same way you would get lost in the wide world of any story...skeptically, slowly but surely.

“If you are wondering again how you fell in love with me,” he shook his head as her mellifluous voice infiltered into his ears, “that was Ron’s fault...maybe, Hermione also.”

“You mean Ron pushing you off the stands?” There was a glint of mischief in his tone as she swatted him, thereafter sighing by the momentum of those fond, rather life-threatening memories.

“He did push me,” her voice seemed small, “but hey! Hermione didn’t even scold him!”

“Perks of being a cupid?” Harry furrowed his brows from behind the same frame of his glasses, fumbling with the ceramic handle of the new mug.

“Perks of being a partner in crime, to be precise.”

“Godric,” his fingers drummed the periphery of the sound base, the eagerness obvious in his voice, “now this calls in for extreme measures.”

“Go on then, Potter,” she sighed, flopping back on the couch, hiding her red nose behind the mug, the delicate vapour misting into the cold atmosphere. “I hope you don’t expect me to join.”

“Got me right.”

What a cheeky bastard, Y/n scoffed under her breath as he tugged the hem of her sweatshirt, forcing her to match his stupid moves.

If one thing you must know about Harry Potter it is that he won’t give up dancing- no matter how imbecile it gets.

With mug still dangling in both their hands, they continued ‘vibing’ to music (as Hermione told them few years back), Harry’s free hand, resting on her waist, as they nearly crashed on the couch but (to Y/n’s utter displeasure) he continued leading the way to every corner of the house, his movements dunce as ever.

“I’m great of a dancer, aren’t I?”

“Sure,” she rolled her eyes, “you are a nincompoop.”

Finally as the clock striked eleven at night, he finally realised that all their energy was long drained and the moment both of them hit the surface of the couch, their eyes fell on the still filled mugs.

“So what’s the message today?”

Y/n giddily smiled at him, throwing his heart into a whirlpool of flutters as she slyly shrugged and got into sipping her now cold coffee.

As he started draining the caffeine into his system, a smile etched across his face as he saw those two words printed inside the mug.

Heart me.

[spidernerdsblog]

♫ We Belong Together Playlist ♫

♩ There's nothing holding me back by shawn mendes

♩ Best friend by saweetie

♩ Starboy by the weeknd

♩ You should see me in a crown by billie ellish

♩ In your head by jonas brothers

♩ We belong by dove cameron

♩ Boyfriend by ariana grande

♩ Youngblood by 5sos

♩ Love chained by cannons

♩ Willow by taylor swift

[ynsimagines]

Who I write For Updated

Avengers

Batfamily

Chicago Med (Platonic Only)

Chicago PD (Jay Romantic/Platonic, others are platonic only.)

Criminal Minds (JJ x daughter!reader)

Harry Potter

Law and Order SVU (Olivia x Daughter!reader, Amanda x Daughter!reader)

One Day at A Time (Platonic Character x Character only)

Shawn Mendes (He’s Cute, Sue Me)

Supernatural 

Supergirl

Young Justice

I DO NOT Write: Incest, Abuse in a way that glorifies it, Smut, Adult x minor relationships.

I Like Writing: Both angst and Fluff, but my favorite is combining them both.

I Do Write: Romantic Relationships, but I really love writing platonic.

Head cannons, one shots, mini series.

Fell Free to inquire with Any Questions. Requests are always open I am a 24/7 Diner.

[softboywriting]

You Are Baby | Shawn Mendes

Summary: You’re still sick and you’ve been stealing Shawn’s clothes as comfort. Shawn has been forbidden to get too close to you, but he just can’t stay away any longer. [fluff] [Second Part to I’m Baby]

Word Count: 1.1k

|Masterlist In Bio|

"How many of my clothes are you going to steal?"

You look up from the info pamphlet you are reading about the arena. "Hmm? What do you mean?"

Shawn chuckles and walks toward you. You put out your foot to stop him just short of getting too close. You're still contagious from a cold after all. "You have taken every one of my sweaters and two of my shirts this week. What am I supposed to wear if you're infecting everything?"

"But... I'm sick." You poke your lip out and give him puppy dog eyes. "I need comfort."

"Oh don't give me that look." He crosses his arms and you sniffle.

"You don't want me to be comfortable? When I'm ill?"

"I-I didn't say that." He unfolds his arms and reaches for you. You let him hold your head to his chest even though he's forbidden to touch you. It's been three days and you're miserable without his touch. "I want you to be comfortable. You can wear all my clothes okay?" He pets your hair down. "God I can't wait for you to be better. I want to be able to hold you and sleep together again."

“I know. At least Andrew didn’t confine me to the other bus.”

“True. Do you have everything you need? I can get you some tea. How’s your cold medicine? I can send Brian or someone to get another package if we need it.”

You nuzzle against his chest and he pets your hair down more. "I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“How can I not worry about you? You’re sick.”

“It’s just a cold. You gotta go get cleaned up for the show. And make sure you shower, and use hand sanitizer before you touch anything else. You're not supposed to touch me remember?"

Shawn steps back and drops his hands to his sides. "I know, I know. It's so hard, you know I survive of of touch."

"I know bud." You shake your head. "But you know it's for the best."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Mmmhmm."

"I love you." He blows you a kiss and you catch it. "See you in an hour or so."

"See you soon."

You spend the next several hours napping on the couch in the catering room. Your cold medicine knocked you out since you took the night time stuff by mistake. When you wake up, everyone is gone, which means the show is starting or has started. You’re cold, and you go to Shawn's backpack for a hoodie. All he has is his salmon pink sweater and you smile as you pull it out and pull it on over your head. It’s warm and cozy and though your nose is still pretty stuffy, you can smell Shawn’s cologne on it. You wrap your arms around yourself and head out into the main concourse to find the doors to back stage.

Josiah walks out of a set of doors and sees you heading for him. He shakes his head and walks over to you. "Looking for Shawn?"

"Yeah." You sniff loudly. "Is he on stage?"

"He went on a while ago. You should get some more rest."

You shake your head. "I have to tell him good luck."

"I'm sure he'll make it through one show without it. He's almost done. You look like hell. You should rest, you’re sick.”

"It’s important. You don't understand." You sigh and push past him into the doors to the inner workings of the stage. The crew all nod to you as you pass and walk up the steps to the side stage. Shawn is in the middle of Mercy and you wipe your eyes, they're all gross and watery. This cold was going to be the death of you for sure but you won’t miss your boy.

Zubin spots you and makes his way to Shawn as he plays. When Shawn holds the mic out for the crowd he leans in and says something, pointing to you. Shawn looks over and nods. You know he can't come over and see you, so you just watch as he does his thing.

You feel a wave of sleepy dizziness wash over you so you go into the back and sink down on top of an extra amp and lean your head back against a stage support. It's so loud but everything is muffled by your stuffy head and ears. Fix You turns into In My Blood and you know Shawn is almost done. Minutes pass and you’re almost asleep when the confetti cannons go off and startle you. Shawn runs by, you can see his legs as goes off side stage to the barrier to hug people. It's a wonder he didn't get sick with how he was so affectionate with fans.

As soon as Shawn's done he finds you backstage. You're honestly about to pass out. The cold medicine hasn't worn off yet. You feel better than you have aside from the tiredness, you can almost breathe through your nose finally.

"Look who's baby now." Shawn laughs, gesturing to you.

"I'm baby?" You yawn and slide off the amp.

"Mmmhmm. You're wearing the pink sweater. That's the “I’m baby” sweater."

You look down and giggle softly. "This is the baby sweater now? You're so weird."

"Yeah, but you love it." He pulls you into a hug and rests his chin on your head. You want to push him away because he could still get sick, and he's really sweaty, but you don’t. You have missed his touch for days and it was wearing on both of you.

"Why didn't you wake me up? I didn't get to tell you good luck before you went on."

"And I did fine, I swear. I wanted you to rest."

"But it's our thing, our tradition."

"I know." He leans back to look down at you. "I just watched an old video of you saying it. The one Connor posted a while back."

"Good." You smile and lay your head back against him. "That'll work."

"It did. So how was your nap? Are you feeling better?"

"It was good." Another yawn. "I am actually feeling a little better too. Another day of medicine and rest and I should be able to snuggle you again.”

"Good." He walks you toward the doors. "Because I'm tired of sleeping alone. I wanna kiss my girlfriend again. It's been an eternity."

"Mmm. Who's this girlfriend you speak of?"

"What?" He laughs, looking down at you. "You of course?"

You pull back and smile at him sleepily, your body fighting the sleepiness of the cold medicine like crazy. "But you said I'm baby."

He sighs and rolls his eyes at your joke. "Okay okay, very funny.” He rubs up and down your back. “But yes, you are my baby. Come on, let's go get you back to bed."

You giggle and lean into him as he walks you to the buses. This is the most physical interaction you've had with him in days and you're loving it. The head cold be damned.

End (To be Continued)

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[imagines-by-billie]

Masterlist!

My favourites are marked with a ❤️

Longer stories are marked with: ~

Blurbs are marked with: *

Head Cannons are marked with: (HC)

And when they’re a bit too long to be blurbs they’re marked with: */~

((Goodbye Celebration Masterlist!))

Shawn Mendes.

Ring. - * ❤️

Marry Me. - */~

Limited edition. - *

Acrylics. - *

Perfectly Wrong. - *

Unexpected. - */~

Water Fountain. - ~ ❤️

I Don’t Even Know Your Name. - ~

Misunderstood. - *

Nervous. - ~

Work of Art. - ~ ❤️

Ticklish. - */~

Jealous. - */~ ❤️

Tomato. - *

Your first. - ~ ❤️

Apology Accepted. - */~

Red Waves. - *

Bad Memories. - *

You’re my World. - */~

I love you because you’re you. - */~

Stories to tell. - */~

Red carpet Romance. - */~

Innocent. - */~

Cariño. - *

Prima Ballerina. - */~

Proud. - */~

Stars. - ~

Medicine. - *

Callback. - */~

Kiss it better. - */~

Where were you? - */~

Accidental meeting. - */~

Speechless. - *

Interested. - ~

Rain. - *

Love on you. - *

Multiplications. - */~

Acceptance. - */~

Bossy. - *

Twins! - *

Have Courage and Be Kind. - ~

What is a dad? - *

The One. - */~

Anything for you. - ~

I promise. - */~

Clumsy. - *

Panic. - */~

Crossfire. */~

Secret. - ~

Stutter. - *

Pay attention to me. - */~

Specialty. - */~

Cinema tears. - *

Not like the others. - *

Hormones. - *

Surprise. - */~

Losin’ Control. - ~ ❤️

Home. - */~ ❤️

Sorry. - ~

I’m yours. - */~

Radio. - *

Amazing things. - *

Life-saver. - *

My Little Secret. - */~

My Sunshine. - ~ ❤️

The Black Cat. - *

Blame the fame. - */~ ❤️

I don’t care what anybody says. - */~

Seashells and Love songs. - */~

Shawn’s Summer Mix. - */~ (HC)

If I can’t have you. - */~

Beautiful Girls. - *

Summer Games. - *

Island In The Sun. - *

Get Stüpid. - */~

Sincerity is Scary. - */~

Too Good. - *

Kids. - *

Under Pressure. - ~

Psycho. - */~

The Less I Know The Better. - *

Wolf Tattoo. - */~

Concert Surprise. - */~

In Training. - */~

Listen. - */~

Señorita. - */~

Lucky Charm. - */~

Too Many Surprises. - ~

Missing you. - */~

Ice Cream? - *

Falling For You. - */~

First Emotion Of Love. - */~

Bucky Barnes.

coffee date. - */~

Tom Holland.

I love you. - */~

Shaking Shoulders. - */~

Peter Parker.

pinky promsie. - */~

Series:

Some Hearts Can’t Speak: 1, 2

Two sides of the coin: 1, 2, 3, 4

Golden Eyes: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

[shawn-does-stuff]

Shawn Mendes: ‘I’m 20. I want to have fun’

by Michael Cragg

Shawn Mendes is the red-hot poster boy of pop. His videos have been viewed 6bn times and he has more than 42m followers on Instagram. But don’t worry if you haven’t heard of him… just ask a teenager

Shawn Mendes is standing in his underpants in a suite on the fifth floor of a London hotel as a 200-strong crowd of screaming teenage girls gathers outside. “Everyone who doesn’t need to be in the room, leave the room,” he says politely but firmly, in a soft Canadian drawl. Pop’s current poster boy should be used to causing a stir. His #MyCalvins campaign (following in the footsteps of Justin Bieber in 2016) broke the internet earlier this year, inching the 20-year-old teen phenomenon – three US chart-topping albums, 30m monthly listeners on Spotify, more than 6bn video views – closer to tabloid supremacy and global domination.

At the Brit Awards that night, Mendes will cringe as presenter Jack Whitehall ribs him about “suspicious packages”, so it’s curious to hear him describe the Calvin Klein opportunity – and the subsequent results pored over by his 42m Instagram followers – as “a goal of mine at the top of 2018. As much as it’s a stepping stone for me to play a stadium, it’s a huge moment for me to step in front of a camera and take my shirt off. I don’t see one being less meaningful than the other.”

The air is thick with earnestness as we sit down for lunch in the hotel restaurant. I blurt out a question about whether he had to wear extra padding. “No,” he says, eyebrow raised. “They’re really good underwear.” Did they send you some free ones? “Yeah, I have boxes of them at home.” He lifts up the bottom edge of his T-shirt and pulls at the waistband of his underwear before quickly pulling his shirt back down. You’re not wearing them today are you? “Not right now,” he says sheepishly. “I should be.”

Mendes’s boy-next-door appeal and laser-guided ambition feels rather wholesome, with his sensitive, heart-on-sleeve pop-rock bops such as 2015’s UK chart-topper Stitches, positioning him as perfect boyfriend material in pop’s all important fantasy world. If Bieber is the unknowable loose cannon, then Mendes is pop’s picture-perfect head boy. But it’s clear that exposing himself so literally has its downside. “The last 48 hours have been so consuming, just reading what people are saying about me [on social media],” he sighs. Do you have to read it? “No, but there’s something about being human that makes you. I’m scared of social media and how much it affects me,” he continues. “It’s literally become infused with who I am.”

Last October he apologised to his 21m Twitter followers, claiming he was worried that what he was posting wasn’t meaningful enough. “For the first time I realised how many people are listening,” he says. He now monitors how often he goes online and tries to take regular breaks, using meditation to relax. “I don’t think of myself as conceited, but I definitely spend a lot of time reading about myself,” he says.

Mendes famously has three daily rules – going to the gym, two vocal lessons and never saying no to a selfie with a fan. He’s managed the first two so far and “took about 200 selfies yesterday”. Despite this, his rise has chimed with a shift in the upper echelons of pop – its recent exponents being anti-pop stars Adele, Ed Sheeran and (with her goofy dancing style and eternal quest for relatability) Taylor Swift, who’s now a friend. Even One Direction – whose blend of teen-orientated, guitar-led pop paved the way for Mendes – always felt like they were trying to play down the pop star element.

“The more open the world is getting, the more people are craving real,” he says. “I don’t think people want to see a made-up person. [In the past] there’s been a lot of dressing up, and I still think that stuff is amazing – like I’ll wear a sleeveless top – but at the end of it, when it comes down to you, I think it’s about being authentic.” For all this talk of authenticity and being like everyone else, I tell him, you’re also a pop star begging people to look at you. Do you have to believe your own hype? “Of course,” he says, his eyes darting over my shoulder to the mirrored wall behind. “You have to. If you wake up every day and say, ‘I’m OK,’ you’re going to just be that. If you wake up everyday and look at yourself in the mirror and say, ‘I’m great, let’s go sell out that stadium,’ then you will.”

You could say he’s been in motivational training for a while now, having started out as a 14-year-old YouTube star, uploading acoustic covers of songs (Bieber, among others), before switching to the now defunct social media platform Vine. He taught himself to play the guitar via YouTube tutorials at home in the small town of Pickering, Ontario, while one of his first public performances was in a plaza in Portugal where his family – mum Karen, a British estate agent, dad Manny, a Portuguese businessman, and younger sister Aaliyah – were holidaying. While his parents were shopping, Mendes hopped up next to a statue and belted out a Bruno Mars song. “I was sweating and I thought, ‘Dude, if you want to be a singer, you’ve got to at least be able to stand on this statue and sing,’” he says of that moment.

Where was that pressure coming from? “It was from myself, which is pretty much a big statement on my personality at 14 years old.”

While he says he loved school, his early fame – after signing to Island Records his debut single, Life of the Party, was released when he was just 15 – meant he was bullied. “People were cruel at first,” he says, clearing his throat and fiddling with the rim of a cup of green tea. “They just thought it was so stupid.” He’d skip school every Friday to attend influencer events in which social media stars met fans who already assumed they were friends. “I was taking 1,500 selfies a night,” he laughs. “You quickly learn that what you love to do is a job, but I don’t resent what I do. I don’t hate taking selfies.”

Success was rapid, with his third single Stitches breaking the US top five and peaking at number one in the UK. That same year he supported Swift on her 1989 stadium tour. How did he cope? “This life is more real to me than anything,” he says. “If I were to walk down the street and no one recognised me, I’d feel something was wrong. When I was really young [fame] morphed who I was. If it was to become normal, it would feel un-normal to me.”

From the outside, I say, the other recent pop artists who can relate to that are Britney Spears or Bieber, people who have had issues with growing up in the spotlight. “A couple of times I’ve worried about that, too, but outside of all this I live a really normal life,” he says slowly. “You have to make an effort to carry your own bags, drive your own car and not be afraid of the public. I don’t blame people at all who stay inside. I understand how it could be terrifying to go to a restaurant and eat because you’re scared someone’s going to take a photo of you.”

Is that more intrusive than a selfie? “I’ve been so lucky that fans have been taking photos of me eating since I was 15, so I’m a little bit numb to it,” he says, his tone rarely deviating from preternaturally calm. There’s probably an Instagram account called Shawn Mendes Eating, I joke (I check later and while there’s no account, there is a hashtag to follow). Can it feel as if he’s being watched? “I’m inherently [aware of] that all the time.” If it ever gets too much, he leaves rather than making a scene. Are you a people-pleaser, I ask? “Yeah, is that bad?” he smiles. “It can lead to failure, but if I fail trying to please everyone, then that’s OK.”

Mendes spends a lot of time contemplating people’s perceptions of him. Last year he publicly criticised a Rolling Stone cover story, expressing his regret that “the positive side of a story doesn’t always get fully told”. I assume it’s because the piece mentioned his penchant for smoking weed, a detail that had upset some fans. “That didn’t bother me,” he smiles. “Actually, I was happy about that because maybe it’s OK for them to understand that weed’s not a big deal.” He says he hasn’t smoked in three months.

Another part of the story focused on rumours about his sexuality. “For me it’s hurtful,” he says. “I get mad when people assume things about me because I imagine the people who don’t have the support system I have and how that must affect them.” (In late 2017 he posted an emotional Snapchat story: “First of all, I’m not gay. Second of all, it shouldn’t make a difference if I was or wasn’t.”) He sighs and says: “That was why I was so angry, and you can see I still get riled up, because I don’t think people understand that when you come at me about something that’s stupid you hurt so many other people. They might not be speaking, but they’re listening.”

He says the reason he criticised the article was over a small detail in which he mentioned Dua Lipa and her boyfriend, and how amazing it looked to be in love. “It made me seem so creepy,” he says. “If anything, the article made me realise your career isn’t over if people think you’re not perfect.” You could see how the creepy singleton tag might irk him, and also why it might stick – a lot of Mendes’s biggest singles play on the idea of him as the emotionally needy bloke who gets messed around and comes back for more.

Are you bored of being The Nice Guy? He splutters, clears his throat and sits bolt upright. “Yeah, I am! It sounds so stupid – to be a nice person is the best thing in the world – but, yeah, I’m 20 and I just want to have fun. What I don’t want to do is live the rest of my life thinking, ‘I wouldn’t do that because I’m known as Prince Charming.’ The second that someone corners you into a personality, you don’t want to be that person any more.”

Two weeks later, Mendes is onstage in Amsterdam. In keeping with the floral artwork for his recent self-titled album, a 50ft rose snakes up to the ceiling from the so-called B-stage where he’ll later serenade the throngs of teenage fans and nodding dads with a handful of ballads. Replica light-up roses (€20 a pop at the merch stand) bob about in the dark as Mendes runs through a hugely entertaining, PG-13 simulacrum of a rock show to ear-bleeding screams (“God I’m so old,” a woman sitting behind me yells as she surveys the crowd).

Keen to further align himself with the pantheon of rock’s smiliest exponents, tonight Mendes segues from a cover of Coldplay’s big-hearted anthem Fix You into his own, the Kings of Leon-esque In My Blood, a song that surprised fans by touching on depression. Tonight it’s transformed – with the help of a ticker tape explosion – into something close to catharsis.

“There’s nothing like being on stage – you feel like Superman!” he’d said earlier, claiming it to be better than sex or any high. “My goal now is to enjoy what I do more and more because otherwise it doesn’t fucking matter. I used to think it was all about the crowd, but I have to be happy within myself.” As he takes his millionth selfie, his face radiating pure elation, you believe he might be.

Shawn Mendes plays London O2 on 16, 17 and 19 April

Fashion editor Helen Seamons; grooming by Anna Thompson using Bobbi Brown and Monat; lighting by Michael Furlonger and Tilly Pearson; digital operator John Munro; fashion assistant Penny Chan; shot at 12th Knot, seacontainerslondon.com

[you-get-to-exhale-now-cyrus]

okay so random head cannon: TJ and Cyrus listen to Sabrina Carpenter and Shawn Mendes and argue over who's songs are better

sabrina, thank u next

[weasleymagic]

Imagine/Head Cannon Requests!!

Hi everybody! I am taking requests for imagines and head cannons for the following fandoms

-Riverdale

-Shawn Mendes

-Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

-13 Reasons Why

-Tom Holland/Peter Parker

-or anyone else you would like one for!

please request some!! in the mood to get writing again :)

[brillermcintyre]

Veronica, Sammy Joe, Tilly, Bryan, Hanna

Veronica

How I feel about this character: I like Veronica when she’s being a strong independent woman and not fawning over Archie.  The former makes her such an interesting character in my mind.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Reggie, Betty, Cheryl, Josie

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Beronica

My unpopular opinion about this character: What is even unpopular anymore in this fandom?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish she could have more of a plot than just stopping her Dad and rescuing Archie.

my het ship: nah

my fem/slash ship: Beronica

my OTP: Beronica

my OT3: Veronica/Betty/Cheryl

my cross over ship: Veronica/Maybe Marianna? (The Fosters)

my kink:

a head cannon fact:

my gender bend: Shawn Mendes

Sammy Jo

How I feel about this character: My precious child who needs to be protected at all costs and needs a good parental figure in his life that is still alive.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Steven

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Joe and Jo!

My unpopular opinion about this character: What is unpopular with this fandom?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: More father!Sam pls

my het ship: nah

my fem/slash ship: Steammy

my OTP: Steammy

my OT3: nah

my cross over ship: AU it so that they are the same age: Sam/Kevin (Riverdale)

my kink:

a head cannon fact:

my gender bend: Daniela Bascope

Tilly

How I feel about this character: Another precious bean that needs to be protected at all costs.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Pistachio, Drizella

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Tilly/Killian

My unpopular opinion about this character: -insert asking about what is unpopular here-

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Happiness re:her father pls

my het ship: nah

my fem/slash ship: Tilly/Pistachio

my OTP: Tilly/Pistachio

my OT3: Tilly/Drizella/Pistachio

my cross over ship: Tilly/Emily (PLL)

my kink:

a head cannon fact:

my gender bend: Jack Gleeson?

Bryan

How I feel about this character: MY CHILD OF ALL CHILDREN WHY HAVE YOU DISAPPEARED TO THE ISLAND OF MISSING CHARACTERS BBY COME BACK I NEED YOU

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Miller

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Bryan/Harper

My unpopular opinion about this character: Petition for a last name for Bryan 2k19?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Hmm... Maybe HE COULD COME BACK?

my het ship: nah

my fem/slash ship: Briller

my OTP: Briller

my OT3 4: Harmibrinty

my cross over ship: Bryan/Eric (Gossip Girl)

my kink:

a head cannon fact:

my gender bend: Kacey Rohl

Hanna

How I feel about this character: Oh hey another precious child but one that has actually done quite well at finding her happiness, A aside

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Caleb

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Spanna

My unpopular opinion about this character: I ship her so hard with Caleb?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: ...I can’t think of anything right now oops

my het ship: Haleb

my fem/slash ship: Spanna

my OTP: Haleb

my OT3: Spannaleb(oby if it’s OT4)

my cross over ship: Hanna/Beck (Victorious)

my kink:

a head cannon fact:

my gender bend: Randy Wayne

[shawnxstyles]

shawn mendes

⇢ masterlist

⇢ join my tag list

⇢ requests: open!

⇢ ✘ means smut!! (18+)

⇢ (r) means it’s was a request!

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➪ one-shots:

✘ every inch of you [famous!shawn] (r)

↳ summary: while shawn is struggling to write a new song for his album, you’re hesitant to move to the next stage of your relationship.

➪ blurbs/head-cannons:

✘ head-cannons #1 [sex with shawn] (r)

[lovetheplayers]

Taylor Swift’s Toronto show more of a theatrical production than a concert — but a lot of fun

Two old punk rockers walk into a Taylor Swift show…

And the joke? The joke’s on them. They both totally, totally dig it.

Admittedly, this half of the equation was already in on the joke heading into Swift’s Friday-night gig at the Rogers Centre, the first of two consecutive, sold-out Toronto touchdowns by her Reputation tour extravaganza — and, oh my, is this thing the very definition of an “extravaganza” — in the 50,000-plus-capacity baseball stadium. The amount of airplay “Mine” and “New Romantics” get ’round my apartment when no one’s lookin’ would likely be judged obscene and perhaps even downright disqualifying in most “serious” music-critic circles.

Anyway, my old friend and university-era roommate Rob was in town for a couple of days and, despite having a seven-year-old daughter who slots far closely than my own into the ideal “Swiftie” demographic, professed complete ignorance of the entire Taylor Swift phenomenon. So I took Rob — with whom I first bonded more than 20 years ago over many enthusiastic discussions of the Clash and Sham 69 and Operation Ivy and Slayer catalogues — to see Taylor Swift at the Rogers Centre on Friday night.

Through a series of accidents, too, we wound up standing steps away from the first of two satellite stages set up on the stadium floor — and, apparently, from hometown pop hero Shawn Mendes, too, if subsequent social-media excitement is to be believed — from whence Ms. Swift would arrive from the air by glowing-chariot contraption to treat her fans to an exuberant rendition of “Shake It Off” accompanied by openers Charlie XCX and Camila Cabello and solo-acoustic versions of “Dancing with Our Hands Tied” and “Out of the Woods” at mid-set. We were initially worried we’d be crushed in the rush of youthful Swift admirers to the spot, but they proved a courteous and generally pint-sized lot and really not that threatening at all. And, frankly, caught in the midst of that Instagram-mad frenzy, it was pretty hard to maintain any cynicism towards the expertly executed pop spectacle going on around us. Their enthusiasm was contagious. The show is a lot of fun.

That’s what it is, too: a show. Swift’s stadium-tailored Reputation production is arguably more of a theatrical production than it is a concert. Imagine a super-sized version of Phantom of the Opera and a spectacularly lavish drag show rolled into one and you’re getting there. At times it felt like watching TV, so precisely and consistently did Swift — navigating a five-storey-high set veritably swarming with co-ed dancers of every conceivable body type and skin tone and, occasionally, a ceiling-high inflatable cobra or three — hit her marks all evening long just to flash a perfectly timed smile or wink for the big-screen cameras. But as flashy and machine-like and plastic as it was, it was undeniably entertaining. Pop doesn’t get more “pro” than this.

The only complaint would be that we’re expected to take something so inherently silly a bit too seriously for comfort. If you buy into the theme of Reputation, the album, Swift is an embattled artiste constantly beset by tabloid rumours and betrayals and the agony of fame, but it’s rather difficult to accept her as an underdog or a victim when she’s airing such complaints from a multi-million-dollar stage the size of a city block to a 50,000-strong crowd deliriously screaming every single word to “Gorgeous” and “Look What You Made Me Do” and “You Belong with Me” and “Bad Blood” and “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” back at her.

Not that any of those delighted kids or their moms were analyzing it on that level, of course. Nor should they have to. Pop is about pleasure, first and foremost, and the Reputation circus is long on pleasure. A few more moments of humanity such as the aforementioned acoustic interlude or Swift’s genuinely lovely, alone-at-the-piano takes on “Long Live” and Reputation’s sweet album closer “New Year’s Day” towards the end of the evening would have been welcome, however, as they demonstrated that she was more than just another moving part in a precision spectacle so timed to the second that even her appreciative banter with the crowd felt programmatic. Also that she could carry a tune without the aid of a “guide vocal.”

“It sounds different all of a sudden,” observed Rob early on in the acoustic detour.

“That’s because she’s actually singing now,” I replied. And Swift can indeed sing when she’s not dodging trapeze artists and confetti cannons and giant snakes and other distractions that can get in the way of actually singing. But I guess maybe you need trapeze artists and confetti cannons and giant snakes to pull off a show of this size.

Don’t think about it too much. Just give in and enjoy it.

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[jadenoryuu]

Thanks for the tag @ashoutinthedarkness !

I don't have Spotify, so I'm gonna pick from my Utube Rock&Pop playlist:

Sea Shanty Metal - Man the Cannons (by Jonathan Young) I love the covers of this man and his original songs are as good and this one in particular is my to-go for battle moods! (@ashoutinthedarkness you like him too! ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ)

Joel Corry - I Wish (feat. Mabel) I liked this upbeat one after scouring Mabel's discography to search if there was something similar to "Take It Home" that I liked from the Pokémon 25th Anniversary.

Earth, Wind & Fire - September It's September 29. It's still on repeat in my head. Need to say more?

Gary Go - Wonderful This one is wonderful as a pick-me-up for your self-worth. It's also catchy and perfect to shout at the top of your lungs, so.

Porter Robinson - Musician I found this artist when a Utube short of space hamsters danced on a keyboard on the notes of "Something Comforting" and now I love most of his discography. This one in particular resonates with me for the lyrics where your loved ones sometimes don't understand inspiration/aspirations. (And catchy as heck!)

P!nk - Just Like Fire (From"Alice Through The Looking Glass") This woman is a powerhouse and this song in particular is both pop and fight-y enough that I saved it on this playlist.

Why Should I Worry - DISNEY (Oliver & Company) Cover by Jonathan Young When I was little, this movie and song were the Shit™ and this cover just ups the rating! (Jonathan, you're here again!)

Remembering Chester Bennington - Linkin Park Orchestra Medley I'm a huge Linkin Park fan and the Kaleidoscope Orchestra is a pro in their medley and adaptation, so I had to save this.

Sara Bareilles - Love Song I was obsessed with this when it came out because it's too catchy for my own good (most of my favorite are catchy to me, sorry (^～^;)ゞ)

Stitches - Shawn Mendes This one is perfect when I write/read about hurt/comfort moments because it talks literally about stitches, so... ꒰(@｀꒳´)꒱

Who to tag?

@dp-marvel94 @cleanlenins @floralflowerpower @pennerjones @redfoxtail26 @ectoblastfromthepast @mymadmedleyw @the-sprog @autisticghostkids @cheezygoddess and whoever wants to join!

@currently-haunted thanks for tagging me :3

Rule: shuffle your repeat playlist 10 times and post the songs that come up!

Coming up first we got some good ol Harvey Danger. It’s one of those songs that I just jam in the car listening to and has the added bonus of childhood nostalgia making me like it even more.

Second is this fucking banger. The best way to describe this song is that it’s crunchy. It just scratches your brain in the perfect way I love it so much.

Third: The entire instrumental everything about this gives me dopamine.

Fourth: It’s so twangy and the riffs are so gOOD!!! It’s one of those songs that you go “it slaps so hard and yet the lyrics are silly as hell”

Fifth: A classic. Guitar? Beautiful. Lyrics? Incredible. Upbeat and full of fun riffs.

Sixth: Ah yes the Toadies. My father, who knew the Toadies when they were just a garage band, told me that this song was the perspective of a serial killer from Possum Kingdom lake and the lyrics are recordings of him talking to his victims. Never looked up if that’s accurate or not but this is one of my favorite songs of all time.

Seventh: crunchy and good guitar. Fun lyrics to yell in the car. Never heard of Natalie Portman but I enjoy the song

Eighth: You can fight me on this. “You wired me awake and hit me with a hand of broken nails” is the most metal opener lyric of all time.

Ninth: this band holds a truly special place in my heart. Good song. Their funky unsynced rhythm style just scratches the brain.

Tenth: this is the same album as the iconic “Ocean Man” song. This song is fucking incredible and you’d be surprised at how funky this song is. Give it a listen and be pleasantly shocked by how much it positively slaps.

I’ll tag uhhhh @bonebrokebuddy , @tourettesdog , @gilbirda , @hidden-under-lock-and-key , @aryaokayfriend , @ashoutinthedarkness , and honestly anyone that wants to reply to this go for it cause I’d love some interesting song recs :)

[jokers-sweethearts]

Can I get a few head cannons for jareds daughter dating Shawn mendes? Love your imagines!

Every time she’s in the car with her dad, he has to deal with her plugging her phone in and cranking up the volume to listen to Shawn’s songs over and over again like she used to do with his.

She invites Shawn over to her place to show him the studio to try and impress him, he pretends to be amazed at it to make her happy even though he’s seen them all over.

Jared can hear them from the backyard sitting around the fire, Shawn singing to her acoustically, as much as he’s jealous of them spending time together he doesn’t interrupt because he knows she could be dating an actual bad kid like he used to be.

Shawn invites her backstage to his shows but she tells him for once she’d like to experience it from the crowd and fall in love with him and his songs all over again. He searches for her as he sings and always makes sure to wink at her and throw his guitar pick in her direction.

When they get mad at each other she goes back and forth wanting to listen to stitches because it’s a good coping song and shutting it off not wanting to hear him. Until her dad comes in and shuts it off and sings for her to make her feel better, as he did when she was very little.

[jds-n-greasers]

The Gangs fav songs ( Modern) || Head Cannons ||

Sodapops main jam would most likely be 'Mercy' By Shawn Mendes

He would scream this in Ponyboys face sometimes and just dance... ( he made a full dance routine)

Johnnys song would be 'Shape of you' by Ed Sheeran

I got a feeling in private he sings this when he's sad or thinking about some one and would just hum it EvERyWHerE

Ok Two-Bits favorite song in my eyes is 'desert' ~ Dawin ( it's mostly the lyrics he loves)

He would sing this and steal the cake from the curtis's house... and no one would question this.

Ponyboyyyyy's song would be a song dedicated to Cherry Valance ... 'treat you better' from Shawn Mendes

He would rehearse this with Sodapop... Soda would put a red wig on and a dress and put up with Pony singing this and dancing

At the end... Pony gets slapped and rejected by his own brother...

Dallas' modern song would be 'Ride' from Twenty one Pilots!

He would act like he's on stage ( when he's alone) but he would never ever sing in front of people but he would casually hum it

Darry's Song is 'I don't wanna live forever' from both Taylor Swift and Zane Malik

He would act like he doesn't like this song but he would use a spatula as a microphone every chance he gets!

Ma man Stevy's song would be 'Rockabye' made bye 'clean bandit'

He would love this song when he sleeps and he would just rock around the DX with soda just being stupid singing this with each other!

DANCE PARTNERS!

Ok this song ain't that modern but 'Hello' from Adele and the dance partners would be Two-bit and Pony!

There's rolling... and random people... and just they want money...

Next would be 'Closer' and that would be Darry and Soda. They would dance and sing and just be total good balls!

Soda and Sandy would be one and the song would be just 'say you won't let go' from James Arthur!

Mostly Sodas choice and half way... sandy leaves and the songs ruined.. 😪

[thejustinb]

📷 A Little More About Justin  📖 Task O N E 👊

[BASICS]

Full name: Justin Drew Bieber

Preferred name or nickname: Justin, JB

Age: 23

Date of birth: March 1st

Occupation: Photographer

Relationship status: Single

Sexuality: Straight

Preferred Pronouns: he/him

Spoken Languages: English & French

Family: His parents Jeremy Bieber and Patricia Mallette. However his parents were never married and Justin has two siblings from his father side, Jazmyn and Jaxon.

[PERSONALITY]

What sets you apart from others? Justin is the kind of person who will do whatever comes on his mind with sometimes not thining about the consequences. He is an easy going person, nice with everyone but if people push his buttons he can be a totall asshole. There are moments he would put his job higher than anyone or anything else but when he realizes it, he always try to fix it.

Three Positive Attributes about yourself? Justin is very generous; he likes to give to other people especially to those who really needs them. He is confident but not in a cocky way, he just has a good self-image about himself and lastly, he is faithful.

Three Negative Attributes about yourself? Like most of people, Justin is unbelievably stubborn and that has only lead him to bad situations. He can be very unpredictable and lastly, rarely knows what he wants. 

How would your friends describe you? Very active and adventurous. They would say that he loves to have fun but sometimes he just doesn't think of the consequences. 

Biggest fear? Elevators - Justin is claustrophobic

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens… what are a few of your favorite things? His favorite thing is probably tattoos - Justin became pretty much addicted after getting his first tattoo and it's a big passion for him. He of course loves photography, spending time his friends and have a crazy time. He also likes to dance (something that not many people know about it) and when he has a chance his loves to go on road trips.

What’s your relationship to drugs and alcohol? Justin drinks but he is not doing drugs - he has tried once but that’s it.

What is your characters ringtone?  Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes

Post a photo of your character’s phone background here:

[LIFE IN STONECASTLE]

Living Situation [House/Loft/Apartment/Dorm/Etc]? He lives in an apartment.

Do you have any roommates? No

Do you have any pets? No

Highest level of education? Bachelor's degree in photography

Do you have any kids? No

Where does your character hang out in their free time?  Everywhere. He loves to go in as many as he can and take photos. However, he has his favorite spot and that is the coffee shop. Other than that you can find him at the park looking around or/and exploring.

[HISTORY]

Were you born in Stonecastle? No

If not, please tell us where you were born and when/why you moved to Stonecastle? He was born in Ontario, Canada but he moved in Stonecastle with his mother when Justin was still a baby.

What is your proudest moment? When he realized that he doesn’t need to call home and ask his mom to send him money. His proudest moment when he finally got a job and he was able to help his mother and not the opposite.

What is your biggest regret? This has to do with his relationship and Selena. He still regrets the day he let her go and at the time, he did nothing to change or stop it.

What led you to your current job(s)? Justin always loved photography. It started as a hobby and slowly became his passion.

Please describe any important relationships to your character and how they have shaped their life [people in their past/ex’s/parents/friendships/etc. This is a good place to put head cannons/plot lines with other characters]: After years of dating, Justin is trying to keep contact with his ex-girlfriend Selena Gomez. They know each other since forever and they dated for years until he did the wrong thing and the couple broke up. However, Justin still has feelings for the girl something that he doesn’t really hide. He knows how much he hurt her and he wants to fix things between them, no matter what happens, Justin knows that she will always be the one. Demi Lovato; they used to hang out when Justin and Selena were still dating. Now they have a normal friendship but they are not as close as they used to be.

If you could go back and change one thing in your life, what would it be? If he could go back and change something in his life that would be his relationship with Selena. He would do things differently.