#shawn mendes sickfic

[violetsandfluff]

No Matter What

A matter of hours earlier, you had met your Valentine at the door, draped in a bold red dress, stomach churning with nerves and anticipation. Now you were in the passenger seat of his car, your head rested against the headrest in dismay, your stomach churning for some reason other than nerves.

The evening had been lovely. Spending a night out with Shawn had done nothing but solidify your feelings for him, his charming smile, and his priceless personality. He had dealt kisses to you periodically, making you feel like the most loved girl in the world, something you had never experienced before.

Your dinner had been unsatisfactory at best, but you denied Shawn’s offers to order you something else. Enjoying deep conversation with your golden-eyed boyfriend had made it worth it. That was until your stomach began feeling off.

You weren’t one to whine when part of you hurt, but feeling sick to your stomach was nearly unbearable. The thought of food poisoning crossed your mind, making you shudder. Throwing up was one of your biggest fears, especially in front of your boyfriend on Valentine’s Day.

You leaned desperately against your headrest, turning your head to the side ever so slightly in hopes of quelling your nausea. Meanwhile, Shawn drove home happily, humming softly to himself, unaware of your discomfort until you got too fidgety.

“You alright, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing as he inspected your figure, curled up against the seat, shining pale in the moonlight.

You shook your head slowly, and he immediately knew what was wrong. “Let’s get you home,” he said simply, his rich voice filling your ears like honey. “I’ll take care of you at home.”

“I’m sorry the night had to end like this,” you wavered as the car turned, making your stomach churn more fiercely. By the time you realized what was happening, it was too late to prevent. You were sick all over your boyfriend’s car.

“It’s not your fault, baby girl,” Shawn assured you. “That food wasn’t good.”

“Any other day would be fine,” you whimpered, your overwhelmed body threatening to burst into tears. “But it’s Valentine’s Day.”

“You’re my Valentine no matter what.” A fond smile spread across Shawn’s features as he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex. “You don’t mind if I spend the night?”

You shook your head.

“Let’s get you home where you can be comfortable. Do you need me to carry you?”

You grimaced. “No. That would probably make it worse.”

“Am I embarrassing you?” he joked good-naturedly, coaxing a weak smile out of you.

“Of course not,” you managed to chuckle.

“Let’s go, love. On the count of three.”

You walked in silence, clinging to Shawn’s hand with the pair of yours, not caring how desperate you must have looked. Your only goal was to get to your apartment, crawl into your bed, and feel better. You stripped off your dress as quickly as possible without tearing it and threw it onto your chair, which had become a catch-all for various articles of your clothing. Your pajamas, which were folded neatly on your bed thanks to a sudden burst of energy earlier in the day, seemed to call your name.

You got them on no sooner than you crawled into your bed, allowing the covers to settle around you. After a few blissful moments of nearly forgetting your stomachache, Shawn’s presence at the foot of your bed dragged you back to reality.

“You’ve got to wash your face, sweetie,” he coaxed, shifting the pack of makeup wipes in his hand as he set a water bottle on your nightstand. “Sit up for me?”

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head up for him, swishing a mouthful of water around in your mouth. His hand supported your chin gently, tilting it to the side so he could remove every last bit of makeup from your face. He watched as you set your head back down on the cool pillow, shoving your face into it. He rubbed his hand over the contour of your body beneath the blanket, casting the back of your head an empathetic glance.

“You okay? Need anything?”

A shake of your head was Shawn’s cue to lie down beside you, spooning you from the other side of the covers. He threw his arm around you comfortingly, brushing the hair off of the sides of your face. “Are you sure I can’t get you some water?” he coaxed. “Any to make you feel better?”

“I don’t want to be sick,” you replied meekly, your mouth dry.

“I know,” he empathized, pulling your hair away from your sweaty neck in order to kiss it.

“Stop shaking the bed. It’s making me dizzy.”

“I wish I could make it better for you.” Concern and affection were evident in his tone as he spoke, comforting you like an endearing hug. “I’ll be right back.”

As good as his intentions were, the lack of stimulation you felt when he was gone was a breath of fresh air. He returned minutes later with a cool, damp washcloth that he placed on the back of your neck.

“How’s that?” he cooed, placing a tiny kiss on your forehead as he knelt beside you.

“Good,” you whispered softly. “Lay down with me again?”

He reassumed his position on top of the covers beside you, close enough for you to feel his presence, but far enough away that his every movement didn’t bother you. Despite everything that had happened that evening, you were lulled to sleep by the rhythm of your steady, even breathing.

Shawn checked up on you throughout the night, making sure you slept and that the washcloth on your neck was still cold. He helped adjust the blankets when you grew restless, and laid as still as possible when you were asleep. The urge to kiss your angelic sleeping face was tempting, but he resisted. First thing in the morning, he made you a smoothie, to encourage you to drink something, and by the time you awoke to find him in the kitchen, you were feeling much better, all thanks to him.

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[wordsandshawn]

Sick

Hello, yes I am back! I decided to combine a couple of requests into one because they fit :)

One where y/n gets sick and shawn catches it? One where he gets sick and denies it?

~~~

Before you even open your eyes, you already feel the pain in your throat. You’re barely even fully awake, but your heart already drops. You can't be sick right now. Well, actually, you can, but you’re traveling with your boyfriend for the week and you don’t want him to get sick because he has a lot of commitments. You’re afraid that Shawn will catch your sickness because he’s going to want to be near you even though you’ll try your best to keep him from being too close.

That is also yet another reason why you’re genuinely sad about being sick right now. You’re only with Shawn for the week since it is your spring break from school. With you attending University full time and Shawn always traveling for work, you two barely ever get to see each other so you’ve both been looking forward to this week for a long time. 

Shawn’s phone alarm starts to go off, but you don’t bother moving. You can feel him shuffling a bit in bed and then the alarm silences. Soon he’s hovering over you, and now you do open your eyes to be met with Shawn’s sleepy figure above you. He leans down for a good morning kiss, but you turn your head just in time. He pulls back, confused. 

“What’s wrong?” His voice is so groggy and deep that you want nothing more than to kiss him right in that moment, but you know you can’t, for his sake. 

“My throat hurts and I don’t want to get you sick.” You respond, your throat hurting even more as you forced sound through it.

He was supporting his weight with his arms because he was hovering above you, so now he moves to the side where he lies next to you. He reaches out and  presses his hand to your forehead. “You’re warm.” 

“I’m fine, just go get ready. You have that interview. Is it okay if I just wait here?” 

He leans down, kissing your forehead before you have the chance to protest. “Let me text Andrew to see if someone can get you some cold medicine.” He says before climbing out of bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

You’re in that weird state between being asleep and being awake, some sort of middle consciousness, when Shawn emerges from the bathroom. He climbs into the bed, pulling you towards him. You try not to breathe on him, “Shawn, I’m sick. You can’t be this close or you’ll get sick too.”

“I don’t care. You’re not feeling well and you need cuddles, And I feel bad because I have to leave in ten minutes.” 

“I’ll feel bad if I get you sick,” You reply, weakly pushing him away but he won't budge. Finally you give up and Shawn lays next to you for the next ten minutes. You find comfort in his steady breathing, and he runs his hand up and down your back in an attempt to help you feel better. 

After he leaves, you take a short nap, but then spend most of the morning watching reruns of Friends on the hotel tv. You fall back asleep sometime around three in the afternoon and when you wake up two hours later, your stubborn boyfriend has you wrapped in his arms as he snoozes lightly beside you. When you start to move he wakes up. “What are you doing?” You question. 

He looks up at you, slightly disoriented because he was pulled so quickly from sleep. “Napping?” He says, but it comes out as more of a question. 

“You’re going to get sick.” You tell him. 

“But you looked so cute and you kept tossing and turning, I just wanted you to be comfortable.” 

Your heart melts at the way he said it. All he wanted was for you to feel better and you can’t blame him for that, “I love you.” You tell him. Before he gets a chance to respond, you add, “But you don’t listen. Remember, I said not to come too close.”

“You know I can’t resist.” He says, coming even closer.

“Boy you’re not going to sweet talk yourself out of this one.”

“Baby, just relax. Its fine.” He tells you.

And as much as you want to continue scolding him to protect him, the way that his arms feel around you is something that you never want to have to go without, especially because you’re sick, so you stop complaining and let him hold you. 

~

Two mornings later, you wake up before Shawn does. Sliding out of bed carefully so that you don't wake him, you disappear into the bathroom to start getting ready. You’re feeling much better. With a lot of rest and Vitamin C, you managed to fully recover in only two days. 

After about fifteen minutes, you emerge from the bathroom. You expect Shawn to be awake because you heard his alarm go off twice while you were getting ready, but he’s still lying in bed with his eyes closed. 

“Wake up sleepyhead,” You tell him, taking a seat on the bed. He just groans in response. “Baby, you have to get up.” You tell him again.

“Five more minutes.” He says, and his voice isn’t only deep like it normally is in the morning, but its so raspy he has to clear his throat after speaking. 

“Shawn, does your throat hurt?” You ask him.

“No,” He says, but his voice and the look on his face give away the fact that he’s lying and he knows it. 

“Shawn Peter, are you lying to me?” You say in a threatening tone. 

“Baby, don’t be mad.”

“So you are sick?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just a morning thing.” 

“Uh huh,” You say, not so convinced. “Do you want to go back to sleep baby?”

“No, I’m not sick.” 

You just roll your eyes at your boyfriend and the way that he’s constantly denying something you’re pretty sure is true. You’ve learned long ago that when Shawn sets his mind to something, there isn’t much that can stand in the way. You know better than to try to convince him that he’s sick right now. Instead, you’ll let him go about his day, and you’ll give him orange juice and hope that he can shake it. But if he can’t, you’ll be right there, crawling into bed next to him, pulling the blinds to shut out the afternoon sun, and holding him in your arms just like he did for you when you were sick a couple of days ago. Because that’s what you do when you love someone. It’s not always about being right, sometimes its just about being there.  

[here-for-fun-only]

Trying Somethin’ New-Sickfics  But They Will Be Short; I’m So Sorry---Love You All<3

You had been feeling sick that past couple hours but didn’t think anything of it. Anyways, you had a paper due that week and had to get it done. Your boyfriend, Shawn, coming over didn’t help at all. You heard a knock at the door and shouted “It’s open” just to run into the bathroom vomiting. He walked in and called your name just to find you on the bathroom floor in a ball shivering.

“oh, baby” he cooed, immediately wrapping you in his arms. You nuzzled your head into his neck. He flinched slightly because of the heat radiating off of your forehead. He carried you over to your bed and tried to put you down but you were so cold and he was so warm. He placed you down in his lap and held you for a while. You seemed down so he decided to crack a joke.

“Knock knock” he started. You immediately replied with “Who's there?” and ended with a sneeze. He squeezed you tighter in his arms and said “Olive”. You coughed a couple times and whispered “Olive who?” glad that you didn’t have to talk anymore. Your throat was burning and you could feel things slowly rising up. Too late. You ran to the bathroom with Shawn close behind. He hated seeing you sick. Once you finished, you laid your head on the bathtub and remembered. “Oh shit!” you tried to speak, but what came out was merely a raspy whisper. “What y/n” Shawn looked concerned. “I have an essay due on Friday!” ‘Don’t worry about it. You can finish it once your better.” Shawn grabbed your hand with one hand and put the other on you back for support. As you slowly stood up, everything got dizzy. You grabbed him tighter and he pulled you into his chest. “Olive you and I don't care who knows it” he said finishing the joke from before. As you two slowly walked back tot he bed, he made sure you didn’t trip or fall. You didn’t know how you got so lucky.

 You laid down immediately curling up into a ball, to then feel the weight of the blankets on top of you. “I’m gonna make you some tea hon, k?” Shawn said. You could only groan in response. You stomach felt better but you still felt feverish and your throat still hurt. A couple minutes later, Shawn came back with a cup of tea, a thermometer and another blanket. He helped you sit up and held the mug to your lips as he let you slowly sip the tea. You had your clammy hands over his and you could see his concentration on you. You were looking at him and once he saw you staring, a goofy grin played on his lips. You slowly pushed the mug away from you, signaling you were done. He grabbed the extra blanket and threw it around your shoulders then grabbed the thermometer and took your temperature. you were so sick you couldn’t even register what as going on. The thermometer beeped and when Shawn looked at it he frowned. when he looked up he saw you sweat drenched. He instantly went to your dresser and grabbed one of his sweatshirt and gray sweatpants. He helped you get dressed and then he laid you down and let the blankets fall down on top of you. You felt the mattress sink a little with his weight and his arms wrap around you. After a long day, you could finally let sleep take you away.

[violetsandfluff]

Sniffles & Snuggles

wc~about 700

a/n: i remastered one of my old writings that was painfully rushed.

“Baby,” Shawn whispered as he climbed into bed beside you. “I’m home.”

Your foggy head was convinced that it was a dream until you felt the mattress dip beside you as Shawn joined atop the covers. He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants for maximal comfort while traveling, doubling as pajamas when he finally returned home.

Your eyes fluttered open and you rolled over, melting into the embrace you hadn’t felt for weeks. The sound of his heartbeat filled your ears, and the warmth of his body encapsulated you. It was half past two when he got home, too early to be morning and too late to be night.

Your morning was spent completing light tasks like folding laundry and straightening up the bedroom to occupy your mind. Around lunchtime, the dull ache in the back of your head and throat became too much to ignore. Your bed and a fuzzy blanket had been your best friends for the remainder of the day as your symptoms progressed into an undesirable discomfort. There was an irritating tickle in the back of your throat, and your breath felt muggy and aggravating against your upper lip. The only thing to make you feel better was to read old texts from Shawn until you finally fell into a fitful sleep.

“Are you feeling alright, baby? You’re hot to the touch.”

“Hmm?” you hummed, instinctively leaning into his cold hand when it came to rest on your forehead.

“Are you sick, honey?” he asked again, his brows knitting in concern as he felt the heat radiating from your body.

“Maybe,” you whimpered, avoiding his soft, compassionate gaze.

“I wish I would have checked in on you,” Shawn admitted sheepishly. “It was selfish of me not to. And it was stupid of you not to tell me you didn’t feel good.”

“You were on an airplane,” you reasoned. “Besides. I’m fine.”

“It’s sad that you were here alone, feeling sick, with just TikTok and that humidifier to keep you company,” Shawn explained, beckoning to the steaming device on your nightstand.

You shrugged rather than wasting energy on a witty comeback. The more you spoke, the heavier your head felt, and the heavier your head felt, the closer you were to bursting into tears. You squeezed your eyes shut against the harsh glow of Shawn’s phone, which was being used as a nightlight.

“I have Tylenol in my backpack if that would help,” he suggested, turning the bottle over in his hand to study the label. “It will help with your temperature and headache.”

You croaked out a small no, rubbing your closed eyes with your fists to make them stop watering. “I don’t have a temperature.”

Setting the medicine bottle to the side, Shawn laid down with a hand on each of your sides, squeezing you gently as he laid down on top of you with his chin on your chest. Your watery eyes were met by Shawn’s adoring honey-brown eyes and a rosy-lipped smile that made you realize just how much you had missed him.

“I’m glad I’m home to help you feel better,” he mused softly, reaching up to feel your forehead again. By moving his arm, he recreated a path for his flashlight to reach your eyes once more.

You squeezed your eyes shut against the blinding light and Shawn nuzzled his nose against your cheek. “Don’t fall asleep on me, honey,” he urged.

“‘M not,” you mumbled, batting your eyes repeatedly against the irritated tears that welled up inside them.

“So flirtatious,” he joked. “You and your pretty eyelashes. Baby, I’m already yours. Forever and always.” A soft chuckle escaped from deep within him, filling the room and warming your heart.

“I missed you, Shawnie.” You couldn’t help but return the sunny smile he cast you before giving you a gentle peck on the lips and lying back down on top of you.

“I bet I missed you more,” he teased, his eyes glimmering mischievously. “All of you.”

“You mean my pussy,” you laughed out loud, fighting back a wave of sniffles. “You missed all of me, especially sex.”

“There’s the smile I missed!” Shawn beamed, squeezing your cheeks as you continued smiling. “I knew that would cheer you up.”

Your smile faded as you let out a few painful coughs, and Shawn took on a more serious tone. “Have you had anything to drink recently?” He passed you the water bottle that rested on the edge of your nightstand. “This is completely full.”

“I was too tired to drink it,” you explained before taking a few tiny sips, grimacing as your throat burned.

“Three more sips.” Shawn helped you sit up and rubbed your back as you drank the water. His touch gave rise to goosebumps on your hot skin. He took you into his lap as he untucked a corner of the comforter which you had neglected when you laid down earlier in the day.

“We’re getting under the covers now,” he whispered into the top of your head as he set you down on the cool sheets. “Sleep as late as you can, okay?”

You nodded sleepily, relishing his touch as you drifted off to sleep. The melody of a lullaby drifted to your ears as Shawn hummed softly.

~~~

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[violetsandfluff]

helping shawn get ready when he’s under the weather

word count: 1,277 | a/n: it’s a sickfic because why not?

“You’re back already?”

Shawn nodded slowly, crawling back into bed without another word. He cuddled up next to you, leaning his forehead against yours and placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Didn’t feel like working out today?”

He shook his head. “I’m achy. I just wanted to come cuddle with you before I have to leave.”

“Are you still feeling sick?” you asked.

He shrugged in response. “I don’t feel terrible. It’s just my head and throat.”

“Why don’t you go take a shower?” you suggested gently, rubbing your fingertips against his back in circular motions.

“Do I have to?” he whined, giving you his best puppy eyes as he cuddled up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his fingers loosely around your forearm. “I’m not even that sweaty.”

“Yes, you are, bubs.” You carded your fingers through his sweaty locks, returning his pitiful gaze. “Go take a nice, hot shower. It will help you feel better, too,” you added before he could object.

Realizing you weren’t budging, Shawn cast you a final forlorn glance before dragging himself out of bed and heading for the connected bathroom. “Can you at least come with me?” he whined, wrapping a towel around his shoulders and balancing himself against the doorframe.

“Not right now, but I’ll help you get ready once you’re done showering. Sound good?”

Shawn nodded somberly, making puppy eyes at you while he backed slowly into the bathroom, closing the door little by little as he went.

Chuckling to yourself, you watched him disappear before pulling open the curtains to reveal the dark, overcast sky. The small bit of light the window provided was enough for you to make the bed, pick Shawn’s workout clothes up off the floor, and make your way to the kitchen.

The shower turned off just as the teakettle began to whistle. You poured the steaming water into a mug and slipped a tea bag in before heading back up the stairs to meet Shawn.

He pushed the door open, towel riding low around his waist, just as you entered the bedroom. “I missed you,” he said plainly, approaching you with his arms outstretched in preparation for a hug. “The water was nice and hot, just how you like it.”

“Why am I under the impression that you’re trying to seduce me?” you teased playfully, setting down the mug of tea and allowing your boyfriend to scoop you up.

“I wonder why.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, acting as a belt for his towel, and he sat dizzily down on the foot of the bed, still holding you fondly.

“I wish my back didn’t hurt so much,” he pouted, nuzzling the tip of his nose against yours. “Everything hurts.”

“Poor thing,” you cooed, placing the back of your hand on his forehead, removing it when you didn’t feel excessive heat. “Are you sure you want to go to a meeting instead of spending the day snuggling with me?”

“Are you sure you didn’t want to shower with me?” he deadpanned, his warm brown eyes boring holes through your soul. “I’ll be fine at a meeting, y/n. And now I can go back to sleep since I’m all nice and clean or whatever.”

You ruffled his damp curls, pressing a kiss to his forehead as you stumbled out of his lap. “I’m going to help you get ready, but it will be relaxing. Kind of like a spa.”

“Can I sleep while you’re getting me ready?” Shawn insisted, grabbing the nearest pillow and clutching it against his chest defensively as he eased onto the floor.

“I suppose,” you shrugged, disappearing into the bathroom momentarily to grab everything you needed to pamper Shawn. When you returned, his back was against the bed, his head resting in a damp spot on the duvet.

“Lift up your head,” you instructed, squeezing a liberal amount of mousse into your hand and crushing the foamy bubbles. You worked the foam into his hair, massaging his scalp ever so gently as you went. His tired eyes fell closed and his lips turned upwards into a slight smile as he felt your fingers on his head.

Next, you worked a small amount of gel through his curls, just enough to make them last. After the gel, you reached for the tube of muscle rub and instructed your boyfriend to turn his back to you. The paste was icy hot against your hands as you worked it into his stiff, knotted back. He moaned as he felt it, his head falling back against his shoulders involuntarily.

His breathing was uneven and relieved as he felt the burning sensation penetrate deep into his muscles. A sigh of contentment slipped past his lips as you began to knead the remaining paste into his shoulders.

“That feels amazing, honey,” he said sincerely, holding his hands against his arms instinctively as a layer of goosebumps rose on his smooth, tanned skin.

He grabbed the sweatshirt he left on the bed and slipped on, contentedly snuggling into the warm, baggy fleece.

You began rubbing a palm’s worth of lotion onto each of his legs, bare beneath the end of his boxers, massaging his muscles. As you worked, Shawn resituated himself so his back was against the bed once more, his carelessly tousled hair arrayed against the duvet. His eyes fell shut as your fingers dug into his sore thighs.

“Go get some socks,” you suggested. “And some pants while you’re at it. You’re covered in goosebumps.”

Obediently, Shawn chose his warmest pair of socks and dropped them into your lap, easing down onto the floor and giving you the sweetest, most innocent puppy eyes.

“Shawnie,” you laughed fondly while you helped him put on his socks.

“I thought you wanted to help me,” he reasoned. “My back hurts. I didn’t want to bend down.” Satisfied, he leaned back against the bed, wiping his nose on his shoulder before closing his eyes and sighing contentedly.

“Are you absolutely certain that you’d rather go to a boring old meeting than snuggle with me for a few extra hours? You can’t even put on your own socks.”

Shawn shook his head, coughing into his elbow and rubbing his fists against his eyelids before responding. “I have to go, baby.”

You spent the next fifteen minutes helping Shawn with his skincare. Assuming he’d washed his face in the shower, you began with toner, applying it to his face in lifting, upwards motions. Following the toner, you applied one of your own serums to his face, rubbing it in with your jade roller. Next, you locked in the serums with a thick moisturizer, patting it into his skin lightly.

The entire time, Shawn’s honey-brown eyes stared into yours, darting skittishly away when you returned his gaze, cheeks flushed with the slightest tinge of embarrassment from being pampered.

“Do you need something, baby?” you asked, concern written on your brow.

His cheeks instantly flushed a deep red as he looked away. “No,” he mumbled. “But you’re so pretty.”

Finally, you helped him change his piercings. He felt your breath, gentle and warm, against the back of his neck while you pushed the small stud through his cartilage. You fastened a thin, simple chain around his neck and gave him a small spritz of his favorite cologne, not enough to irritate his throat.

Just inside the door, Shawn wrapped his sweatshirt-clad arms around your waist and lowered his head so his forehead and face brushed against yours.

“When you get home, we can have a cozy night with blankets and movies,” you promised.

“That sounds amazing.”

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[violetsandfluff]

Me last February: *watches Wonder music video*

*searches up Shawn mendes*

*spends an entire night listening to his music/watching his interviews*

*discovers sickfics/tumblr*

*falls head over heels in love with this man*

*goes to sleep ten minutes before I have to wake up*

*broken, desperate voice* L0ok at me NEOWW

[violetsandfluff]

“I’ll Think About It.”

Singer!Y/N gets sick and still insists on playing a show despite Shawn’s disapproval.

Mostly fluff with mentions of smut. And yes, I do so freaking many sickfics, don’t judge me. Also, this says “you” a whole lot, I know. Enjoooyyyyyeee!

Word count: 4K+

Edit: I am so sorry about all of the random mistakes! My phone apparently adds random [enter]s and doesn’t paste double f’s so 😭 bear with me

On Friday morning, you woke up feeling off. Your throat hurt, your nose was slightly stuffy, and you were also exhausted and achy.

“Morning, Babyyy,” Shawn’s voice was slightly deeper than usual as a result of the time of day; early. He leaned in to kiss you, but you put your hand on his chest.

“You don’t want a kiss, sweet girl?”

You shook your head. The more he spoke or stared into your eyes, the more you wanted to kiss him. “I feel like I might be getting sick.”

“Are you not feeling good?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like I might be getting sick and I don’t want you to get sick before the rest of the shows.”

“Baby, pleeeaaasseee?”

You couldn’t resist his beautiful puppy eyes. However, you pulled away really quickly and Shawn looked at you with an expression of hunger, understanding, and mock hate.

“Why?” he asked simply.

“Do you want to get sick?”

“I’ll think about it.”

You and Shawn had a day off, so you spent it snuggling on the couch, watching various shows.

You fell asleep easily the night before, but you were subconsciously aware of tossing and turning and snuggling instinctively closer and closer to Shawn for body heat. When you woke up, you just lay there sniffling for an excessive amount of time before realizing how cold you were. You scooted closer and impossibly closer to Shawn in hopes that some of his body heat would transfer to you.

“Good morning, sniffles,” Shawn said, fingers hovering along your jaw. He lifted his face and his eyes were full of concern. “Can I have a kiss?”

You shook your head, but said nothing. You couldn’t risk getting him sick. “Come on, Baby,” he begged. “Just one kiss. Anywhere.”

That was a liberty he should not have given you. Instead of going for his lips as your body told you to, you listened to the voice of reason that dwelled inside your half-asleep being. You leaned your face into his chest, the closest part of him to you, and gave it a tiny kiss.

“Thank you, Baby,” Shawn wrapped his arms around you and you could hear the soft love in his voice. “How are you feeling?”

You shrug. “Okay, I guess.” Your body did not feel okay, but you didn’t want him to know that.

“You’re not planning on performing tonight, are you?”

You nod. “I’ll feel better once I wake up.”

“If you’re sure, Baby. You know you’re body. But...”

“But?”

“You already feel awful, Y/N. If you insist on performing, only play half the show. Please?”

“‘Kay, fine,” you grumped. “What time does it start?”

“7:30. The second half should start around 8:15. If at any point in the day, you don’t feel good, baby...”

You interrupted him with two unexpected sneezes. After whispering an apology, you nuzzled further into his chest as he finished speaking.

“If you don’t feel good enough to play later, sweet girl, please tell me. I don’t want you making yourself any sicker than you already are.”

You appreciated the sentiment, but you had your mother’s strong, stubborn will. When you made up your mind, it was set in stone.

Shawn had suggested that you take an afternoon nap so you’d have energy for later. Needless to say, you obliged. So here you were, being shaken gently by a light hand on your shoulder.

“Baby, it’s six o’clock. I figured I’d give you some time to get up and ready.”

He watched as you dragged yourself sluggishly out of your safe, warm haven and walked into the bathroom.

“Are you sure you feel good enough, Y/N?” he kept asking and you kept saying yes. You were sure that the fans’ energy would get you through the show.

Shawn stood behind you, comforting you silently as you pulled your makeup bag from a drawer beneath the sink. Out came your foundation and when you began to brush it onto your face, Shawn’s arms tightened around you.

Your usual shade was going on so much darker than your skin.

“You’re so pale, Baby Girl,” he mused, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

You just leaned back into him, wanting desperately to smile.

“Is your throat still sore?” he continued talking and you shook your head before applying more makeup to your face.

“It’s not my throat,” You resisted the urge to say, “It’s everything else.” That wouldn’t have gone over well, especially considering the fact that he didn’t want you leaving the hotel room.

“God, you’re pretty.” Shawn’s eyes met yours in the mirror and your heart stopped for a second. You wanted so badly just to lay down and kiss him. Nothing else, just kiss him. But you knew you couldn’t. You didn’t want him to feel as bad as you did.

“I hate to leave you, Baby, but I need to get some stuff together before tonight. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

You finished your makeup and walked tiredly outside where a car was waiting to take you and Shawn to the venue. You gave yourself a silent pep talk and adrenaline started to kick in and pulse through your veins, evicting any sick feeling you had.

“Y/N, you look so tired. Are you sure performing would be good for you tonight?”

“Well, it definitely won’t be good, but I’ll be fine. I swear. Plus, when is performing ever good for [a person]?”

Shawn couldn’t argue with that. “If you’re sure, sweet girl. You know your body better than I do.” He paused and continued with a sparkle in his eyes. “As much as I hate to admit that.”

You leaned into his side for comfort and body heat as the car chugged along. The car lurched beneath you, making you feel sick and sweaty. Though you were only five minutes away from the venue, it seemed like forever. However, when it was time for you to get out of the car, the cool March air hit your skin and you wanted to cry.

Shawn leaned down to whisper in your ear, “When we get inside and there are no people, I wanna see you smile. It’s been too long.”

“I smiled last night!”

“Not today. Please, baby?” He gave you the most adorable puppy eyes and coaxed a smile out of you. It hurt your face, but the way he beamed after seeing it was so priceless.

“That was the emergency energy “injection” I needed for tonight, Baby Girl. Thank you.”

It pained you to decline his kisses, but you did for his own good. As you leaned against his shoulder and he pulled you closer. “Feel better, Y/N. If you feel worse, please don’t sing.”

“I promise, I won’t.” Lies.

Every time you tried to go do something on your own, Shawn was right by your side, holding you close. When you asked him about it, he would just say that he needed to get his affection in before the show.

He held you until he went onstage, then you went to the backroom to warm up. Your voice sounded practically normal despite your not feeling well.

While you were sitting on the couch, on your phone, Andrew walked in. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, sitting down on the other side of the couch. “Shawn told me you didn’t feel well.”

You gave a mechanical smile. “I’m okay. Really.”

“Are you sure? Shawn told me to ask you.”

You had to let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, I’m fine. He’s been asking me that all. Day. Long.”

“He loves you so much. You don’t know how he talked about you after he first met you. Heck, even before that. He was so in love. Had you said no to him, he would never have recovered.”

You felt your cheeks flush and you smiled to yourself. “Yeah. He told me some interesting things when we first met.”

8:15 came around much too soon and you joined Shawn on the stage. His face immediately lit up and he beelined for you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he rested his face on the top of your head and whispered, “Feeling okay?”

You nodded into his chest before turning out. You and Shawn sang and the third song you sang was a song you had written. There were intense runs and you were doing well. Up until that one high note, at least. You were ready to attempt something a third lower to complement the instrumentals, but you broke away to cough. You were upset that you missed the note, but you couldn’t beat yourself up about it. After all, you weren’t feeling your best.

Shawn gave you a sweet glance filled with love and worry, but he looked away quickly because he knew that you wanted to hold the gaze forever.

You were unable to finish the song and ended up going offstage to get your water bottle. You were thankfully fine to continue singing for the rest of the concert. You finished strong, though you felt weak and awful.

Shawn grabbed your left hand with his left hand and threw his right arm around your shoulder. He guided you back to the room you were in before the show.

Shawn sat on one end of the couch and you sat next to him, leaning up next to him. He threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer. “You were awesome, Y/N. I wouldn’t even have known you were sick.”

“Except for...”

“Yeah. Well,” he leaned his head against yours and gave a contented sigh that sent more shivers down your spine. “You sounded amazing despite that.”

A member from your crew walked into the room and saw you snuggled up next to Shawn, growing sleepier by the second. “Y/N, that was amazing! I didn’t even know you were sick until, well, just now! Here.” He tossed a blanket to you and you put it on and gave a sleepy, sheepish smile.

“Thank yoouu.” You smiled weakly.

Shawn helped spread it over you and you curled up like a ball beside him. “Thank you,” you said again. You had barely gotten the words out of your mouth when you promptly sneezed twice into the cozy blanket.

Finally, Andrew entered the room and the group of you began to talk about the show; what went well, what could have gone better, that kind of thing.

There was one more section of the tour after tonight, and you and Shawn had five days completely off. Absolutely nothing on the calendar. That was good because you’d need the time.

“Shawn. Y/N,” Andrew cast a soft glance to the couch the two of you were on. “Go home. Get some rest.”

The two of you obliged and when you arrived back at the hotel, it was all you could do to remove your makeup and put on your pajamas. Dressed in your warmest sweatpants and Shawn’s softest sweatshirt, you got into bed.

“Sleepy, eh?” You usually laughed whenever he said ‘eh’. It showed how much of a stereotypical Canadian he was.

“Canadian, eh?” You really didn’t have the energy to say anything else; you scarcely had the energy to think that one up, much less say it.

“I thought that’d get a smile out of you. You really must be sick.”

You just burrowed wordlessly into him and he let out a soft chuckle. As you looked up, he patted his chest where he wanted you to lay. “I want you closer to me.”

You whimpered at the thought of moving and he laughed again before picking you up and putting you on him. “Better?”

You nodded and got comfortable. Your head rested against his sweatshirt and he cuddled you tightly. The two of you laid in comfortable silence for a while until you had to break away and sneeze.

Shawn was clearly mostly asleep and now he was wide awake. He put a hand to your forehead and gave a low hum at the heat you were putting out. “I’m going to go get the thermometer, Baby girl, okay?”

Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, you turned your face into his chest and started to cry. “Please stay here,” you whined and he, understandably taken aback at your sudden change in emotions, agreed

“I can ask Andrew if he can bring one. Sound good?”

You nod, embarrassed that you had cried over such a minor issue.

“Don’t feel bad, Baby girl,” Shawn spoke softly next to your ear, sending more chills down your spine than were already there. “You just need cuddles until you’re feeling better.”

He was so sweet. Everything he did seemingly revolved around you and for that, you felt terrible and couldn’t thank him enough.

When Andrew entered the room the sight that met his eyes instantly warmed his heart. He set the thermometer down on the table on the side of the bed that was typically yours.

Shawn’s eyes fluttered open and he stirred a bit, waking you. You looked up at his face as you lay, still and helpless, on his chest.

“Thank you, Andrew,” he whispered slightly as if any noise would hurt you. “I’m not even sure we need this, though,” he looked down at you and back up at Andrew. “She feels so bad. I told her I was going to go get the thermometer and she started crying.”

You moved a little on top of him with embarrassment and he gave an adorable smile before continuing. “I just figured that I shouldn’t leave her right now. I mean...” he trailed off and Andrew instinctively filled the silence.

He placed a gentle, awkward hand on your shoulder. “You sounded great, Y/N. I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well.” his whisper was harsh; not nearly as comforting as Shawn’s. “Rest up and feel better.” He retracted his arm and the face Shawn gave him was unexplainable.

It was adorable. He looked put out, angry, amused, happy, sad, and so many different things. “Don’t try to steal my girl now, Andrew. You hear me?”

“Your girl wouldn’t leave her if her life depended on it.” Andrew retorted.

“So it’s a good thing it doesn’t,” Shawn smiled good-naturedly.

Andrew broke his tough character. “I hope you know I’d never try to get in between you. You know that, don’t you, Shawn?”

Shawn nodded. “You better not! But seriously, I know that.”

“Good.”

After Andrew left, Shawn coaxed your mouth open and put the thermometer in. “Does your throat feel better after all that singing?” Shawn asked with an impish smirk.

Quick, sarcastic responses rushed through your mind but you were too tired to act upon them. Instead, you just shook your head and remained otherwise still.

When the thermometer finally exited your mouth, Shawn peered at it, clearly not satisfied with the results. “You’re burning up, Baby girl,” he mused. “Good thing the Advil is right here, huh?”

You wanted to keep crying. After you swallowed the pills, he laid his arm over the top of you. “Get some sleep, Y/N.” was all he said, despite his desperate and pathetic attempts to steal kisses from you.

You slept hard and woke up after the sun had already risen, which was very unusual for you.

“Good morning, Baby,” Shawn said with concern. “How are you feeling compared to last night?”

“A hundred times worse,” your voice was weak and tired and your throat was burning.

“I’m so sorry, sweet girl. What can I do?”

You didn’t answer; you didn’t know how to. You just cuddled into him and he held you tighter.

“Would a bath feel good?”

You shook your head.

“Are you hungry?”

You shook your head.

“Are you hot? Cold? Sore? Achy? Tired?” You nodded and gave a long sigh.

“I hate that you’re sick, Y/N. It makes me sad to know you don’t feel well.” After a long pause, he asked the question that had been on his mind since earlier the previous day: “Kisses?”

You shook your head, causing it to scream with pain. Tears sprang into your eyes. When Shawn noticed, he pulled you closer to him.

You loved him so much you couldn’t even put it into words. But right now, all you wanted to do was go to sleep in his arms. And that’s just what you did. You awoke hours later and Shawn was watching one of your favorite movies, one of those he said he disliked.

Your nap left you with a small amount of energy and you used it to ask, “How’s the movie?” Your voice was rough and you had to clear your throat after, but the look on his face made you want to laugh.

“It’s pretty good. I thought you’d like to watch it when you got up. Hey.” he changed the subject quickly and tactfully. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better,” you almost whispered.

“Still pretty bad, though,” Shawn said softly to himself. He placed one of his icy hands on your forehead and you whimpered at the shivers it sent through your body.

“You’re still pretty warm, Y/N,” he informed you bluntly. “Baby girl, are you sure a bath wouldn’t feel good?”

You looked blankly at him, not sure you understood his odd word choice. “Come on, sweet girl. I promise you’ll feel better after we’re done.”

When he was certain the bathwater was warm enough to ward off your shivers but not so hot as to make you sweat, he helped you undress to get in. And to your surprise, he hopped in with you.

“I want you to be comfortable.” was his wholehearted response. He was pleasantly glad that you hadn’t pulled your “I don’t wanna get you sick” card yet. But he knew that it was only because you felt awful. He would expect it in the next few days when you began to feel better.

You fell asleep on his lap, in the water a few fitful times, and each time you woke up either coughing or sneezing. He would move mechanically with you, adjusting like a high-tech bed to make you comfortable.

After you had fallen asleep for the fourth time, he woke you up. “The water’s getting pretty cold, love. Let’s get out and get you warm.”

He lifted you up by your small arms and when he set you down, you leaned against the wall for support. You wrapped your arms around your body that was shaking with chills and looked helplessly at Shawn, your sole source of comfort and strength. He was little help.

He stood with his arms folded comfortably across his chest, his hungry eyes aimed at your soul. He gave you a loving smirk, but he must have seen the look of pain on your face because he said, “Aww, Baby girl. The flu sucks, huh?”

You nodded as chills paraded madly up and down every inch of your body. “I’m so sorry,” he said over and over. “I’m sorry you feel like that.”

“I know,” you mustered the energy to say. “You keep saying that.”

“I mean it with my whole heart, Y/N. You know that... right?”

You just nodded and leaned into his bare chest, letting out two small sneezes. You were exhausted from the mixture of medicine and being sick. No matter how many wonderful cuddles you got, you hated to admit that sleep felt better.

He helped you put on another sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants before you got into bed. There he placed you back on his chest, but instead of just laying there, you put your head over his shoulder, right beside his, and let your legs lie limply, perpendicularly, over his body. The two of you together looked like a number 4. He put on a movie for you to watch, but you missed it by falling asleep. You woke up with a gentle voice saying your name.

“Y/N? Y/N, Baby girl?”

“Baby?”

“You were crying. And saying my name. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. “I just need you...” You paused to sniffle and he was about to begin asking more questions when you continued. “To stay here. Please, Baby.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He gave you time to get more comfortable. “Does your head still hurt?”

“No. Not right now, at least.”

“Good. Your throat?”

“It’s still a little sore but not too bad.”

The two of you diverted your attention to the movie playing on the TV.

When it was over, Shawn lowered his head until his lips were practically touching your ear. He emitted the most delicate whispers ever, tickling you thoroughly, in more than one way.

“I’m gonna need you to get off me, Baby girl.”

You opened your eyes to analyze the expression that danced timidly on his face. It was mostly embarrassment, but hints of laughter and amusement played on it too.

“Why?” you asked cautiously.

“Because Baby.” It was now his turn to analyze your face. “You’re making me horny.”

“How?” you asked, dazed and sleepy.

“By being adorable as hell. How else?”

A little laugh escaped your lips and the widest grin appeared on your husband’s lips. “You smiled, Baby girl! You laughed!”

“I’m feeling a little better,” you replied. This was true; you did feel a little bit better, but not any more than a little.

“I’m so glad! But I wasn’t kidding about what I said either. So...”

“I’ve felt horny since yesterday,” you remarked, your throat now singing with pain. Who knew him taking care of your could be so sexy?

“So...” Shawn said again, looking straight into your eyes with his gorgeous hazel ones.

“Baby, I really don’t have energy,” you whined. The more you talked, the more your throat hurt. The more time your eyes spent open, the more your head ached.

“That’s okay, Y/N. Just tell me the second you feel good enough. Okay? I’m not kidding.”

You nod playfully. “I will, Shawn.”

The next morning you woke up feeling pretty rough, but as the day went on, you felt better and better.

“Feel better, Y/N?” Shawn asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. He knew you were and he knew he was finally going to get what he wanted.

You nodded and the two of you began giving each other small kisses here and there; on the cheeks, lips, foreheads, anywhere.

“I’m so glad you’re feeling better,” Shawn remarked lazily against your lips.

“Me too. I’m still sick, though,” you state, “and... you are practically drinking my germs right now.”

“So what? I gotta love my baby more than just emotionally, don’t I?”

You didn’t respond. You didn’t need to. You knew your answer and so did he. The day was over, but you were still going strong. The next day came and you felt increasingly better.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Baby boy. I love you so much!”

His rosy cheeks grew rosier and he disguised it by burying his head in your hair. “It’s nothing, Y/N. I’d do anything for you.”

“Man, you’re cliche,” you hugged him seemingly tighter than ever before. “But I love you anywayyyy.”

“You better.”

After laying on Shawn, your charging pad for so many days, you wanted nothing more than to go somewhere and do something. Fresh, cool air would feel so good on your skin.

You and Shawn went to a state park just to walk around. It was your last day of vacation and you planned to use it to the fullest extent.

“I’m really glad you didn’t get sick,” you mused while you strolled, Shawn’s hand completely engulfing yours.

“So am I. You’re so miserable.” When he saw the playful fire in your eyes, he laughed. “You were miserable, Baby. Forgive me,” His voice was monotonous and mechanical, and notes of sarcasm brought it together. His voice was a work of art.

“I’ll think about it.”

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Sickfic Recs ✨

Here are my top 18 sickfic recommendations in alphabetical order. I’ve read (and written) more than my fair share of these, so I might be somewhat qualified to share these? As always, pay these writers some love because they’re all amazing. Xx

Warning: these are sickfics, so if sickness or anything related triggers you, maybe don’t read these?

Flu Season by @infiniteshawn (Shawn Mendes)

Harry’s Massive Shower Migraine by @watermelonlovershigh (Harry Styles)

Harry Won’t Admit He’s Sick, Y/N Takes Care of Him Anyway by @idkthisisjustforfanfic (Harry Styles)

Husband!Harry: In Sickness and In Health by @lollypopsx (Harry Styles)

Sick by @watchyourbluesturngolden (Harry Styles)

Sick Angel [part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5] by @princessofguineapigs (Charlie Puth)

Sick Days by @agentunwin (Shawn Mendes)

Sick Days by @fallinallincurls (Shawn Mendes)

Sick Days by @mendesblurb (Shawn Mendes)

Sick Harry by @//lollypopsx (Harry Styles)

Sick Little Bugs by @strawberriescherrieskiwi (Harry Styles)

Take Care of You by @wholesomemendes (Shawn Mendes)

This by @shroombloomm (Harry Styles)

And This by @//shroombloomm (Harry Styles)

More recs will follow but I felt that this would be the easiest list to make :)

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Sniffles & Snuggles

this is my first fanfic! yayyy! I’ve written several before, but this is the first one I’m posting, if you understand. warnings: there may be some grammar/punctuation issues because I’m doing this in the car in a rush ON A PHONE which is great. thanks for (hopefully) understanding and I hope you enjoy! BTW: I know I need to know how to use Tumblr better lol

background info: you are sick and Shawn takes care of you.

One autumn night, you were laying on the couch wearing Shawn’s sweatshirt, watching Friends on your laptop. He wouldn’t be home until after ten o’clock, so you still had quite a while to wait. You were tired and cold, but couldn’t seem to warm up or get to sleep. An occasional cough or sneeze would come, but you didn’t give it much thought.

You dozed on and off for the next few hours until you heard keys rattling in the door. Shawn walked in wearing his usual black skinny jeans and a plain gray sweatshirt, cheeks rosy from a long day. The strong autumn winds had made his beautiful brown curls into a bit of a mess. Your heart warmed at the sight of him.

“Baby!” he exclaimed upon seeing you. He strode over to the couch and gave you the biggest hug.

You hummed in response and hugged him back.

“Cuddly tonight, huh?” he noticed. You nodded and snuggled into his chest. “Aww,” Shawn smiled. “Me too.”

A few snuggles later, he broke the warm silence. “Y/N, before we get too comfortable, I’m going to use the bathroom, ‘Kay?”

He waited intently for your consent before getting up. You, now deprived of your primary heat source, pulled your legs, which were clad in a pair of sweatpants, up into Shawn’s sweatshirt which was much too big for you.

Before long, he returned and sat down at the opposite end of the couch. “Come on, Cuddlebug,” he coaxed you over and when you got close enough, he scooped you up and set you in his lap. One arm around your back and the other around your legs, he asked, “Comfy?”

So overcome by sleepiness that you could barely think, you nodded.

You awoke some time later to warm kisses wing planted on your forehead. The second your eyelids fluttered open, Shawn’s face changed to portray an expression of adoration and embarrassment. “Hey, Sniffles.”

He knew you weren’t feeling your best.

“Baby,” you whispered tenderly and Shawn’s cheeks grew rosier.

“Yeah, Y/N?”

You just smiled and shut your eyes.

“Feeling okay?” He asked, suddenly concerned. You nodded, but to no avail. Shawn placed his cold hand on your forehead and gave an empathetic sigh at the heat he felt.

“Oh, Baby. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good?”

You shrugged, unable to come up with an adequate response.

“Y/N… here. Come closer.”

You moved impossibly closer and wiped your nose on your shoulder.

Shawn wrapped his arms around you and your leaned into his arms.

“Good night, Babygirl.”

PART 2 COMING =D

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Yet another Shawn Mendes sickfic

I promise, this is the last sickfic for a while. I just love them. If you have any requests for fanfics, please let me know!

You woke up with the morning’s first watery sunlight. Rolling over, the sight you saw made your day.

Shawn was laying next to you, bare chest out from the covers. His pink lips were parted slightly and his curls were splayed lazily around his head. His angelic face was bathed in the white light of early morning, but something was wrong. He looked pale, with an exception of his usually rosy cheeks which now flame red. He looked sweaty and restless.

Just as you were noticing this, he rolled over. He was about to wake up feeling terrible.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, he let out a small groan and you snuggled up to his back. “Morning, Baby. I’m so sorry you’re not feeling good.”

He coughed in response.

“Aww, you sound awful.”

He rolled over slowly to look at you. His eyes, though watery, lacked their usual sparkle.

“Y/N,” he replied weakly, not wanting a response, just to address you.

You put a hand lightly to his forehead and grimaced at the heat radiating off of it. “I knew you weren’t feeling good, Baby, but I didn’t know you felt this bad.”

Shawn managed to feeble smile in response.

“I’m going to go get you some water and Tylenol, then I’ll be back.”

He nodded and snuggled back into the covers with a slight sigh. 

You hurried to get the water and medicine so you could go back upstairs to be with him. Pushing the door open quietly, you whispered a simple, “Hey,”

After he finished the water and medicine, Shawn stated, “It’s way to early in flu season for me to be this sick.”

His voice was low and weak and it broke your heart to hear. 

“Shawn, Baby, it’s okay. Everyone gets sick once in a while. It’s a normal human thing. Not that you would know too much about normalcy or anything, but…” you trailed off and Shawn had to crack a smile.

“What sounds good? Breakfast, nap time, what?”

“Nap time and cuddles,” he decided shyly. “If you wanna get sick, that is.”

“Ha! That’s sweet, Baby Boy, but honestly, I’ll be fine.”

Shawn nodded and sneezed… three times, per usual.

You were about to emit another empathetic sigh, but Shawn cuddled right up next to your stomach. 

“I’m sorry, Shawn, Baby,” you kept saying as he fell asleep.

He woke up hours later to use the restroom and you made him some soup. He drank it and pulled you closer to him. 

The two of you laid there, watching Netflix, snuggling for quite a while when you broke the silence by asking if he needed anything else.

Shawn shook his head and sniffled hard, startling you. You moved away for a second before cuddling back up next to his chest. 

“Sorry, Baby,” he mumbled sheepishly. “That was gross.”

“No, your fine, Baby boy,” you smiled.

Shawn’s cheeks flushed even brighter. He always got flustered when you called him that. 

Several hours and plenty of snuggles later, Shawn fell asleep. You were tired as well, but you couldn’t help staying up, rubbing his back, and running your fingers through his curls.

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Sniffles & Snuggles Part 2!

Part two! I guess, see part one? Sorry I didn’t post this part yesterday, but I was seriously blanking AAH! Well, I’m not blanking anymore, hence this. If anyone reads this and has a suggestion for another Shawnfic or someone else-fic, please let me know! Tysm <3

You woke up to your forehead being covered in hot kisses. Your eyes opened slowly and you saw Shawn. “Baby?” you asked, only barely remembering going to sleep in his arms on the couch. You squinted your eyes against the yellow lamplight flooding your eyes.

You buried your face in Shawn’s chest and he kissed the top of your head. “You’re really warm, Baby,” he mumbled against the top of your head. “I’m gonna go get you some water and Tylenol. I wanted to wake you up so you didn’t think… I don’t know… I just left you?” he let out a dry laugh and you buried your face further into his shirtless chest.

“Baby, can you please stay here?”

“I’ll be back in a second, Baby, okay?”

You nodded miserably and received another hot kiss on your forehead. “Love you, Baby girl.”

You were already dozing when Shawn returned and he had to rub your hand to wake you up. You threw yourself at him and he gave an empathetic chuckle as he watched you finish your medicine and water.

“There, Sniffles, see if that helps.”

You yawned and that caused Shawn to yawn too. “Yawns are contagious,” he remarked, smiling and wiping his tired eyes.

“So am I,” you said and Shawn made a pouty face.

“Cliché,” was all he said. “You know I don’t care, Y/N.” His eyes twinkled like stars into your soul and you tried to hide the lush blossoming in your cheeks by resituating yourself.

“Come on, Babe. Let’s go upstairs to bed.” Before you could protest, Shawn picked you up and carried you effortlessly up to bed. He set you down on one side of the bed and laid down on the other side.

Your tired eyes wanted to close, but now you were too cold. You let out a sneeze and Shawn had to crack a smile.

“Come ‘ere, Sniffles.”

You came there and you were instantly contorted by Shawn’s strong yet gentle arms. You wanted to laugh because Shawn always called you the weirdest names sometimes. Over and over.

“I love you, you know that?” Shawn asked, planting a kiss to your cheek.

You managed a nod before the tendrils of sleep suddenly overcame you.

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DON’T READ THIS—

18+ please!!

Shawn was the cutest thing ever when he slept. That’s why your heart almost melted when you entered the house to see him dozing peacefully on the couch. He was wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket that was at least a foot too short for his long frame. His mouth hung slightly agape as he slept, and his curls were ruffled adorably.

You perched yourself on the edge of the last cushion, entranced by his tranquility. That was until he pitched forward suddenly, letting out a big sneeze.

Your eyebrows shot up and you caught yourself laughing in surprise. “Bless you, baby!”

Shawn sniffled and wiped his nose with his hand before glancing over to where you sat.

“I…didn’t know you were home,” he mumbled sheepishly. “Sorry, that was probably gross.”

“You’re not gross at all, Shawnie,” you cooed as you made your way over to him, cupping his rosy cheeks in your hands. Placing a small kiss on his nose, you added, “That was adorable.”

Shawn leaned into your hand, shifting slightly so you could play with his hair.

“You’re awfully warm, baby. Are you feeling alright?”

He shook his head as his eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment. “I skipped work today because I didn’t feel good,” he admitted.

“My poor baby,” you frowned, taking note of how raspy and congested he sounded.

“I’m okay,” he assured you with a weak smile. “I’m feeling a little better.”

“Why don’t you go up to bed?” you suggested.

“You’re not coming with me?” Shawn pouted, his forehead wrinkling in disappointment.

“I’m gonna make you some tea first. Then I’ll be up,” you promised, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. “Go get comfy.”

He sniffled before nodding wordlessly and making his way up the flight of stairs. From the kitchen, you could hear his failed attempts to stifle a round of sneezes that caught him off guard.

Once you had finished making two mugs of his favorite kind of tea, you carried them carefully up the stairs, using your hip to open the bedroom door. You were met with the sight of Shawn curled up obediently on your side of the bed. As you got closer, you noticed that his arms were wrapped around one of your favorite sweatshirts.

Placing the mugs on your nightstand, you sat down on the bed beside your sick boyfriend and began tracing nonexistent patterns on his back.

“You okay, bub?” you inquired sweetly, watching his angelic face intently.

He nodded, presumably avoiding speech so as not to irritate his throat. His nose had become a bright shade of red due to constant blowing and wiping and his eyes were glossy and tired.

“Can you lift up your shirt for me?”

Shawn sighed as he pushed off his blankets, taking your instructions a step further than necessary by removing his shirt.

You covered the the top of his perfect chest in a strong cough suppressant before tucking him back in.

He reached over to the nightstand, handing you a mug and keeping one for himself. Lowering his lips to the rim, he immediately began gulping down the warm liquid, smiling softly as the heat soothed his throat.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah,” he replied honestly. “It makes my throat feel better.”

You took a sip of your own tea and leaned against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him in an awkward half-hug.

“Don’t get too close,” he warned. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I’ll be okay,” you reassured him. “Besides, hugs make everything better.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

“Can you put my mug back?” you asked, handing him your barely-touched drink. “I don’t want to spill it.”

“How would you spill it?”

“Better question,” you scoffed, “how wouldn’t I?”

Shawn laughed hoarsely before taking an absentminded sip from the mug, sneezing promptly after.

You grimaced as you realized what he’d done. “That was mine,” you pointed out incredulously.

Shawn looked from you to the cup for a moment until it hit him. “Shit, y/n,” he stuttered. “I’m sorry. I’m so stupid, I didn’t even think.”

“It’s okay.” You patted his shoulder softly. “Can I have it back?”

“No!” he exclaimed. “Are you crazy? You’re gonna get sick, too.”

“I don’t care,” you explained, trying to keep your cool. “I’m okay with sharing.”

Shawn shook his head in resignation before handing your drink back.

~~~

“Y/N?”

Shawn’s gentle voice stirred you awake after what felt like mere seconds. You opened your mouth to respond, only to squeeze your eyes shut as you felt your breath hitching.

Shawn watched in dismay as you let out a procession of three sneezes, ending in vain sniffles.

“I told you,” he sighed. “You never listen.”

“I don’t feel good, Shawnie,” you whined, cuddling into his warm body.

“You’re alright, honey,” he spoke softly as he helped get you situated among the tangle of blankets. “Are you comfortable?”

You nodded, wiping your nose with your wrist. “You know what would be even more comfortable?”

“You want me to warm you up?” Shawn guessed.

You nodded, rolling over so you were little spoon.

“Alright,” Shawn agreed begrudgingly. “But only because you’re sick.” He rearranged the covers for a second time before lining up the blunt tip of his cock with your enterance and pushing it in. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” you whined softly, eyes fluttering shut. “It feels good.”

Shawn nodded in satisfaction.

After a few agonizing minutes, you felt yourself getting warm… in all the wrong ways. You shifted around his cock a few times, your motions only serving to aggravate him.

“Are you comfy yet?” he asked, traces of annoyance evident in his tone.

You pulled forward, away from his cock, before pushing back, coaxing a euphoric groan from his lips.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re supposed to be sick.”

“Please, can I ride you?”

Shawn’s face fell. “I’m not feeling up to that,” he said after a moment’s silence. “I’m sorry. I promise, the second I feel better, we can have sex.”

“Please?” you begged, holding on to your last bit of hope. “I’m so wet and horny already.”

Shawn placed a cool palm to your forehead. “You’re pretty warm, honey. I’m not sure sex is the best thing for you right now.”

He kicked off the blankets, using one to wrap you up like a burrito. “You can ride me if you must, but I don’t want you getting any more sick than you already are. Okay?”

You nodded your head vigorously, mounting your horse. The sex wasn’t good by any means, but it served its purpose. After your second orgasm, you collapsed beside Shawn, groaning as you felt your hot skin touch the cool fabric of the pillow.

“Aww, honey,” Shawn tsked as he examined you. “I don’t know which is more messy. Your nose or your pussy?”

You gasped at his comment.

“Your nose is all runny and sneezy, but your pussy is ruining your blankets.”

“Can you help me clean up?” you asked, cringing at your own words. Lucky for you, however, it worked.

“Of course,” Shawn grinned, steadying your head with his hands as his tongue licked a hot stripe beneath your nose. “First things first,” he murmured against your skin before lowering his head to your pussy, where he let out two rapid, uncovered sneezes that landed on your pussy and thighs.

You moaned in pleasure at the sensation. The sound of Shawn’s sniffles as he ate you out filled the air, alongside the soft sounds you made.

And I didn’t know how to end this, so this is where I stop. Good night lmao

[violetsandfluff]

Shawn would make a great doctor imo 🫤 he seems so genuine and gentle and caring! Like hell yes, I want this guy taking care of me when I’m sick!! Or is that just me? Because… ⬇️

You would be going to the doctor because you didn’t feel good and you would be led into a room to wait for Dr. Mendes. You would be trying to clear your head to answer his questions properly when he would walk in. He would tell you that your vitals sounded good and ask when the last time you visited was.

His voice would be so soft and reassuring, comforting you, saying that you would feel better soon. He wouldn’t be squeamish when you burst into tears, he would just give you a hug in its most cleanly and professional form.

He would tell you to get some sleep and drink plenty of fluids and check back with the clinic if you weren’t feeling better.

Agree or disagree?

[wordsandshawn]

I’m Here

Requested: Can you do an imagine where the reader (Y/N) is sick and Shawn comes over to take care of her? Thank you so much and if you choose now to do this one that’s completely fine! I love your imagines btw👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 LY❤️

~~~

You gather all your energy to sit up from the spot on the rug that you’ve been occupying for the last thirty minutes, you close the distance of two feet to the toilet and vomit into the toilet bowl, the disgusting aftertaste in your mouth, but you’re too weak to care enough to do anything about it.

You hear the front door shut, and you immediately realize you didn’t even shut the bathroom door. You’re not looking forward to one of your roommates seeing you like this, but at the same time, you don’t have the energy to get up to close the door.

Footsteps are coming closer, but they disappear into the bedroom. You breathe a sigh of relief. Now you have a little while to gather your energy to close the bathroom door. You’re about to attempt to stand when your boyfriend walks into the bathroom, “There you are,” He says, his voice full of concern.

“How did you get in?” You question.

“It was unlocked, I didn’t know if you were sleeping because you weren’t replying to my texts.” You remember that you had left your phone in your bedroom in your rush to make it to the toilet the first time you vomited. He opens the cabinet that holds the towels and pulls out a washcloth. 

“What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be in the studio tonight?” You question as he runs the washcloth under the water then rings it out. 

He approaches you, kneeling down to where you are on the ground. He gently places one hand at the back of your head, and he wipes your face and mouth carefully with the washcloth. You felt disgusting, but now you feel at least a little better. When he’s finished wiping your face, he places his left hand carefully on your warm cheek and leans in to kiss you on the forehead. 

“You said you were sick, so I left early.” He tells you.

“You didn’t have to.” You respond. The look he gives you tells you that you must look pretty bad, and that he definitely made the right decision, but he decides not to say anything out loud in response.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay hun?” He says softly. You expect him to help you up, but instead he just bends down and scoops you into his arms.

“Can I brush my teeth first?” You question. And he doesn’t answer, but he just carries you to the sink. He puts you down, and you get your toothbrush. You take your time brushing your teeth, and when you’re done, you start to walk back towards your bedroom, but Shawn insists on carrying you to your bed. “Do you think you want to eat something?” He questions while placing you down on your bed. You just shake your head in response. “I’m going to get you a glass of water then,” He says, before leaving the room. You lay there, patiently waiting for him. And he returns in less than a minute. He hands you the water and you take a tiny sip before handing it back. “Take a couple more sips, please.” He says and you do as he’s asked. When you hand the glass back, he places it on your desk before coming back to your bed, pulling the sheets closer to you.

“Can you lie down with me?” You ask.

“You sure baby? What if your roommates walk in?” He asks. Your roommates know that you two are dating, but normally you’re very particular about being affectionate with Shawn in public or even in your dorm when other people are around. It’s nothing against Shawn or anything, you just want to respect your roommates, so that is why you normally don’t lie in your bed with Shawn unless you know they won’t be home. And either way you are a little extra concerned about being caught close to Shawn because you two are keeping your relationship very private, it is something you’ve both decided to do. So you’re normally nervous that your roommates could bring friends home unexpectedly, or if you stand too close to Shawn in public that people will start to figure things out. You only tell people who are really close to you, and you trust that those people won’t tell.

“I don’t care,” You mumble in response, genuinely not caring if everyone finds out you’re with Shawn right now because that is how much you just need him hear you. He knows you’re not feeling well, so he quickly obliges and climbs into bed.

“Try to sleep,” He tells you, pushing the hair out of your face and then wrapping his arms around you comfortingly.

“Thanks for coming Shawn. Sorry I’m gross.”

“You’re not gross, and I’m glad I came. In sickness and in health right?”

“We’re not married.”

“Not yet.” He says, and even though you can’t see his face, you can practically hear the smile in his voice at the suggestion. 

“Okay, Shawn.” You respond, already somewhat used to him randomly dropping hints about marriage, but you’re too tired to even be bothered with it right now. 

He chuckles, “Rest baby, I’ll be here when you wake up.” And those are the last words you hear before you drift off to sleep.

[wordsandshawn]

Food Poisoning

Requested: can u do one where he gets food poisoning? // Maybe something about Shawn being sick to his stomach?

Masterlist

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After having lunch in town with Shawn, you head back to your apartment where you have to attend one more class at your University before it is officially the weekend. Shawn had some time off so that is why he came out to visit you. He’s staying and spending the weekend with you. He booked a hotel for you two to stay in, because you share your apartment with two other girls and you wanted to be able to spend some alone time with Shawn.

Leaving Shawn at your apartment, you head off to your class. He’s going to wait for you there and then when you finish class you’re both going to go and check into the hotel and stay for the weekend.

When you return to your apartment after your class, your tv is on in the living room, but there is no sign of Shawn. You wonder where he is. Checking your bedroom, you find that he’s not there, so you assume he’s in the bathroom. You finish packing what you’ll need for the weekend, and a few minutes later Shawn emerges from the bathroom, “Hey baby,” You say, looking up at him. You immediately notice that his cheeks are flushed.

“Hey,” He responds, taking a seat on your bed, watching you pack.

“Are you feeling okay?” You ask him.

“I… uh, think I have food poisoning or something.” He tells you.

“Were you just puking?” You ask. To which he just nods in response. “Have you drunk any fluids?” You ask, immediately concerned that he’s going to be dehydrated.

“I drank a glass of water.”

“How many times did you throw up?”

“Three, no, I think four?”

You immediately abandon your packing and head into your kitchen. You fill up a large glass with water. Shawn had followed you out so you motion for him to sit on your couch. You hand him the glass of water, “Drink.” You command.

He listens, and when the glass is empty, you place it on the floor. You take a seat next to him on the bed, wrapping your arm around him. He leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder, and you run your fingers lightly through his hair. You end up lying down on your bed and wrapping your arms around him, trying to make him feel better. You two stay like this for nearly twenty minutes. He’s dozing off, and you’re just holding him. Your thoughts are wandering when you remember that your roommate is having people over tonight. It wasn’t supposed to be a problem because you and Shawn were supposed to be gone already, but now you realize that Shawn probably doesn’t want to be puking with ten people in the next room. Also he probably won’t want to be here when your roommate’s friends come over. “Baby?” You ask him.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think you feel well enough to go to the hotel?”

“Can you drive?” He asks softly, and your heart nearly breaks. Shawn absolutely loves to drive. He doesn’t get to when he’s on tour, so whenever he’s with you, he always insists on driving. He rarely ever lets you drive, unless he’s drunk or like today, really not feeling well. You don’t normally mind because you don’t really like driving and you’re glad he enjoys it so much.

“Of course I can drive, baby.” You tell him, lightly pushing him back to a sitting up position. You quickly gather everything else you’ll need for the weekend, and you’re ready to leave within five minutes.

The drive to the hotel is mostly silent, luckily it only takes about thirty minutes and Shawn doesn’t puke on the way. Once you arrive, you park, and tell Shawn to wait in the car while you go and check in, knowing he’s not up to deal with people recognizing him right now. After ten more minutes, you’re finally alone in the hotel room. Shawn collapses on the bed, like just sitting in the car awake for the last thirty minutes exhausted him. “Shawn, honey, do you want something to eat? I’m sure there’s nothing in your stomach.”

“No my stomach hurts,” He tells you.

“Maybe some soup will make it feel better.” You tell him. “I’m going to go downstairs to get some food, okay?”

“Can you come cuddle?” He asks, stretching his arm towards you, beckoning you to the bed.

It’s like there is an invisible force puling you towards him as soon as you hear his request, but you resist it. “I’m going to get food because I think you need to eat something. Hopefully it is just food poisoning and you’re feeling better soon.”

“But I don’t want to eat. Baby, I just want to cuddle.” He responds, giving you the most adorable face, and he knows it. He knows how to get you to do what he wants, but this time, you’re not giving in. And it’s not at all because you don’t want to cuddle with him, but it’s because you know that he really needs to eat something.

“Food first, and then I promise I’ll cuddle with you all night.” You tell him.

“Okay, don’t take too long. You can take my credit card. Its in my backpack.”

“Its fine, I got it babe. Text me if you need anything else. I’ll be right back.”

You return about thirty minutes later to see Shawn just watching tv.

When he sees you he asks, “Now can we cuddle?”

“After you eat.” You tell him, opening up the container of soup and handing it to him with a spoon. “And try to drink some Gatorade too, I think you’re dehydrated and it’s making you feel worse.”

“Yes mom,” He jokes.

“Shut up, Mendes, you want me to take care of you, don’t you.”

He takes a bite of the soup, and then says, “I want you to cuddle with me, y/n. That’s all I want.”

“Soup first,” You tell him, digging into your own sandwich. You feel a little bit bad for denying him the only thing he wants, but you know you’ll have all night to cuddle, and he really does need to eat food and drink fluids if he’s going to feel better. After you both finish eating, you crawl into bed next to Shawn.

He exhales, contently as he wraps his arms around you, “Finally,” He says.

“How do you feel?” You ask, concerned.

“I’m okay now because my difficult and stubborn girlfriend is finally in my arms.” He tells you.

“You’re okay because your wonderful girlfriend made you eat something and drink fluids so your body can heal.” You say, tilting your head up so you can look into his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, something like that.” He says with a chuckle, and you know he really is feeling better, which is the only thing that really matters to you.  

[violetsandfluff]

Am I going to begin stanning BTS and Justin Bieber? 🤔