#shawn mendes tf

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Stitches

Max had been searching for a guitar for what felt like forever. He had moved to the big city straight out of college, hoping to find work, but fell in love with music instead. Thus, he was one of the thousands of struggling musicians, working odd jobs to make ends meet, and he dreamed of the day when he could finally afford to buy a guitar of his own. He scoured thrift stores, garage sales, and online marketplaces, but he could never seem to find the right one.

One day, Max was walking home from work when he stumbled upon a thrift store he had never seen before. He decided to pop in, just to see what they had, and that's when he saw it - the most beautiful guitar he had ever seen. It was love at first sight. Max approached the guitar and couldn't believe his luck. It was in excellent condition, and it was priced well within his budget. He felt like it was meant to be.

Max eagerly took the guitar back to his small apartment, and as he walked through the door, he felt his excitement reach new heights. He had always dreamed of owning a guitar of his own, and now, finally, that dream was within reach. He carefully placed the guitar on the floor of his apartment and sat down beside it. Picking it up and holding it to his torso, he got ready to play his favorite song: Stitches. He eagerly began strumming the first chord.

The vibrations of the guitar seemed to echo throughout his body, rippling and causing his body to pulsate. Max closed his eyes; the sounds of the music that he was making felt so good that he was overcome with pleasure. As Max played each chord, his body changed. The first chord caused his muscles to grow, and he felt his biceps bulge as they expanded. His arms became thicker and stronger, his veins popping out from under his skin. The second chord caused his chest to expand, and he felt his pecs become defined. His chest became wider, and his nipples grew larger. The third chord caused his legs to grow, and he felt his quads bulge as they expanded. His legs became thicker and stronger, his calf muscles rippling with each movement. The fourth chord caused his back to broaden, and he felt his lats become defined. His back became wider, and his shoulder blades grew larger.

His face became chiseled and defined, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline. His eyes became deeper set, and his eyebrows grew thicker. Opening his eyes and looking through his new curls, he peered down at his body. His body was covered in hair, and his clothes were tattered on the floor beside him. He had grown too large for them.

Max was in awe of his transformation. He had never felt so powerful, so strong, and so confident. He continued to play the guitar, and with each chord, he felt the magic of the instrument coursing through his veins. Max had become Shawn Mendes, the famous musician, and he was ready to take on the world.

[celebtf]

THE SHAWN REPLACEMENT

Shawn Mendes stepped out of the car, adjusting his jacket as his manager waved from the driver's seat. "Good luck in there, man. We’ll head straight to the meet and greet after."

“Yeah, thanks,” Shawn replied, his voice carrying the weariness of endless interviews, meet and greets, and concerts. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the tension built up from weeks on the road. He didn’t have much time to think about it, though. He had to be on point for the interview. Another day, another routine.

Shawn entered the sleek glass doors of the building, the cool air inside washing over him. He checked his phone for the time: 3:30 PM. The meet and greet was in a couple of hours, followed by the concert. Just a quick interview, then back to the craziness.

He hit the elevator button, glanced around the empty lobby, and waited. When the doors slid open, he stepped inside and pressed the button for the fifth floor. The hum of the elevator filled the silence as he leaned against the wall, his mind drifting to the setlist for the concert. It was going to be a long night.

The doors opened, and he stepped out into a modern, minimalist office space. A young man stood waiting for him—a tall, blond guy with stubble and an easy smile. “Shawn, hey! I’m Derek,” he said, extending his hand.

Shawn shook it. “Hey, Derek. Thanks for having me.”

“Of course. Let’s get you set up,” Derek said, leading him down a hallway. The office was quiet, with only the hum of air conditioning and the occasional click of a keyboard from unseen rooms.

Derek opened a door and gestured for Shawn to enter. Inside was a small, sterile room with a chair in the middle and a camera on a tripod in front of it. Shawn took a seat as Derek shut the door behind them, the soft click of the lock barely registering in Shawn’s mind.

“Alright, let’s get you mic’d up,” Derek said, walking over with a microphone pack in hand. He clipped the mic to Shawn’s shirt, his fingers brushing the fabric as he adjusted the wire. Shawn barely noticed; his thoughts were already drifting to the evening ahead.

But then, something changed. Derek’s movements became slower, more deliberate. Shawn felt a coldness in the air. Derek stepped behind him, and before Shawn could react, he felt something tightening around his wrists.

“What the hell—” Shawn started, twisting in his seat, but it was too late. Derek had tied his hands together with a zip tie.

Shawn's heart pounded in his chest. “What are you doing?” he demanded, panic rising in his throat.

Derek didn’t respond. He calmly walked in front of Shawn, pulling a strange device from his pocket. It looked like a gun, but with a metallic sheen and wires that pulsed with a faint red light. Shawn blinked, his mind reeling as Derek inspected the device, turning a dial on the side.

Derek smirked as he lifted the device, his eyes gleaming with cruel intent. “I’ll explain it, Shawn, don’t worry,” he said in a voice that dripped with mockery.

Derek aimed the device at Shawn first, his finger squeezing the trigger as the machine came to life with a low, ominous hum. A beam of red light shot out, beginning at Shawn’s feet and rising slowly up his body, scanning him like a digital copy was being made.

The light lingered as it climbed, inch by inch. Shawn felt its heat as it passed over his legs, his torso, and finally up to his face. It wasn’t painful, but it was invasive, like the machine was stripping away every secret his body held.

Shawn watched helplessly, feeling like an animal caught in a trap, as the red light scanned every inch of him. His skin tingled as it moved up his neck and over his face, his muscles tightening as if it resisting the scan.

The beam finally disappeared, leaving Shawn panting slightly from the strange, disorienting experience. But Derek’s eyes glinted with satisfaction.

“Perfect,” Derek said softly, admiring the device’s display, which now contained all of Shawn’s data. “I needed to make sure I get every detail.”

Shawn's stomach twisted as Derek turned the dial on the device, preparing for the next phase. “Now for my part.”

Derek turned the gun toward himself and squeezed the trigger. This time, the beam of light washed over Derek’s body, starting at his feet. As it climbed, Shawn’s confusion morphed into horror. It wasn’t just a scan—it was *changing* him. Derek’s muscles twitched and rippled beneath his skin. His stubbled jawline softened, the rough patches of hair thinning out as his face began to smooth, becoming more youthful, became flawless—perfect

Shawn’s eyes widened as Derek’s hair began to darken, strands of blond morphing into deep brown. His posture shifted, his shoulders rounding in the exact way Shawn’s did when he performed on stage. It was an haunting sight—like watching a wax sculpture slowly melt into a new shape.

Derek flexed his fingers as the light scanned them, watching with satisfaction as his hands became more slender, the veins and muscles rearranging themselves. His fingernails rounded out, his knuckles losing the roughness they once had.

The transformation was disturbingly precise. Shawn could only watch as Derek’s eyes—previously a piercing blue—turned a warm, familiar brown. Every detail, down to the freckles scattered across Shawn’s nose, appeared on Derek’s face. His cheekbones shifted, and the lines of his jaw rounded until they matched Shawn’s exactly. Even his height adjusted, shrinking subtly to match Shawn’s leaner frame.

The last part of the scan settled on Derek’s voice, and when he finally spoke again, it wasn’t *Derek’s* voice anymore.

“Not bad, right?” Derek asked, his voice now a perfect match for Shawn’s—smooth, deep, and resonant. He grinned, testing the new sound, rolling his shoulders as if he was settling into a new suit. “I’ve got to admit, this feels *incredible.*”

Shawn’s stomach churned as Derek stood before him, now indistinguishable from himself. The sheer wrongness of seeing his own face looking back at him, sent a shudder down his spine.

Derek wasn’t finished yet. He glanced down at the device, turning the dial again. “Now it’s your turn.”

Before Shawn could even comprehend what was happening, Derek pointed the device at him and pulled the trigger. The red light hit Shawn with an overwhelming force, flooding him with a burning heat that made him gasp. It felt as if every inch of his skin was on fire, tingling with a sensation that was both excruciating and numbing at the same time.

Shawn felt his bones shift first, a sickening crackling noise accompanying the reshaping of his skeleton. His tall, lanky frame began to compress, muscles tightening in all the wrong places. His shoulders broadened, growing heavier than they had ever felt. His legs shortened, and his body seemed to thicken, growing bulkier in ways that felt foreign and monstrous.

His hands, which had always been delicate from years of playing guitar, grew rougher. The skin stretched over his knuckles, becoming hard. His fingers, once precise, felt clumsy and awkward as they thickened.

He looked down in horror as his legs bulked up, the lean, athletic build he had known for so long vanishing. His knees felt stiff, and his feet ached as his shoes grew too tight. Everything about his body felt *wrong*.

As the light reached his face, the changes became unbearable. His skin tightened, the soft youthfulness draining away as wrinkles formed around his mouth and forehead. His nose sharpened, his jawline became more angular, and his cheekbones seemed to protrude unnaturally. His hair, once a rich brown, turned lighter, fading to a pale blond as it thinned.

Shawn looked into the reflection of the nearby window and saw *Derek* staring back at him. His own eyes had turned cold and blue, devoid of the warmth they once held. His entire face—once so familiar—was gone. He was now trapped in Derek’s body, his identity stolen, his entire existence erased.

The real Derek—now fully transformed into Shawn—let out a slow, cruel laugh. “It suits you,” he said, his voice a perfect match for Shawn’s. “How does it feel?”

Shawn, still panting from the shock of the transformation, tried to form words, but his mouth—now twisted into Derek’s cruel grin—couldn’t produce anything coherent. He was paralyzed by the sheer horror of it.

Derek leaned down, staring directly into Shawn’s new blue eyes, his grin widening. “You should have seen this coming,” he whispered, his tone filled with sadistic delight. “After all, who wouldn’t want to be Shawn Mendes? The fame, the fans, the life..."

Derek stood back, slipping into Shawn’s leather jacket as if it had always belonged to him. He moved with an ease that made it seem like he had always been Shawn—the way he ran his fingers through his hair, the casual way he glanced at his phone, all of it naturally.

The real Shawn—now trapped in Derek’s body—could only watch in silence as The new Shawn casually dialed his manager. “Hey, I’m done with the interview,” Derek said, his voice chilling in its perfection. “Come pick me up.”

He hung up the phone and turned back to Shawn, a cruel smile stretching across his new face. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your life. "

Without another word, Derek—now Shawn—walked out the door, leaving the real Shawn behind, trapped in a body that wasn’t his, with a life that no longer belonged to him.

The meet and greet went perfectly, almost too perfectly. As Derek—now completely transformed into Shawn Mendes—walked into the event, a wave of excitement rippled through the room. Fans gasped and screamed, their phones flashing like strobe lights as they tried to capture every moment. The energy was electric, and Derek soaked it in, his expression the perfect blend of humility and charm. He moved with effortless confidence, just like Shawn, giving warm smiles and that signature wave that made the crowd roar even louder.

One by one, fans stepped forward, eagerly awaiting their chance to meet “Shawn.” Derek wrapped his arms around them in familiar embraces, his movements smooth, affectionate, and practiced. His hands didn’t tremble as he hugged them, he posed for selfies, flashing Shawn’s trademark grin. He even joked with the fans, throwing out Shawn’s typical playful banter, causing a chorus of laughter and adoration.

Some fans wiped away tears of joy as they leaned into him, trembling in disbelief that they were touching the man they idolized. “Thank you for everything,” one whispered as she hugged him tightly.

“My pleasure,” Derek responded, his voice soft and sincere—exactly the way Shawn would’ve said it. No one suspected a thing.

He studied every expression, every reaction from the fans, feeding off their admiration. It wasn’t just about fooling them—it was about being adored, about living in this intoxicating world of celebrity that had once belonged to someone else.

Derek took extra care with each fan, ensuring no moment felt rushed. To them, this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and he wanted to ensure that *their* Shawn Mendes was everything they hoped for. He answered questions, made eye contact, signed autographs with a flourish. To those fans, this was the real Shawn, and Derek reveled in their adoration.

When it was finally time for the concert, Derek stepped onto the stage like he had done it a thousand times. The roar of the crowd was deafening, the sea of faces illuminated by flashing lights and glowing phone screens. His heart raced—not from fear, but from the sheer thrill of it. This was *his* moment now. He owned this stage, this crowd, this life.

The band kicked in, the music filling the arena, and Derek launched into the first song without missing a beat. His voice, now identical to Shawn’s, hit every note perfectly. His movements mirrored Shawn’s signature style—effortlessly smooth, the way he strummed the guitar, the way he leaned into the microphone stand during quieter moments, the little twirls and gestures that drove the fans wild.

As the set progressed, Derek found himself growing bolder, more comfortable in this stolen skin. He interacted with the audience just like Shawn would, smiling down at them, giving them the heartfelt, emotional moments they craved. “You guys are amazing,” he called out between songs, his voice dripping with the sincerity that Shawn was known for. “I wouldn’t be here without you.”

The crowd erupted, hanging on his every word, believing without question that the man on stage was their beloved Shawn Mendes.

With every song, every cheer, Derek felt the power of Shawn’s life flowing through him. He had perfected every move, every look, every smile. By the time the concert was over, the crowd was in a frenzy, chanting Shawn’s name over and over.

As he stood at the edge of the stage, gazing out over the crowd, Derek let the moment wash over him. The cheers, the love, the undying devotion—he had done it. He had truly become Shawn Mendes.

And the real Shawn, now trapped in Derek’s body, was out there somewhere, forgotten and powerless.

Derek raised his hand for one final wave, basking in the euphoria of the crowd’s roaring adulation. He had succeeded.

[spxrm]

these are the same ppl…

[evans-heaven]

I'd like to think Shawn Mendes' latest ig story is a personal ploy to get me to fall in love with him again.

[justplearn]

My friend said I sounded like Shawn mendes mixed with young Justin Bieber… should be taking this as an insult or a compliment 😭😭😭

[softboywriting]

helloo idk if u would answer this but i remember reading your shawn mendes fics back in 2017 and was looking for a water dragon au one? i dont remember exactly what it was about but i thought it was yours, anyways i hope life has been good this couple of years and im happy that i remembered your blog <3

Yeah I did that was me ✌️ who tf else is out here writing dragon au 💁 here is the link to my master list. It's under The AU link and it's called Darling Don't You Know and it's not finished .https://www.tumblr.com/nerdomendes/638339667762282496/shawn-raul-peter-masterlist?source=share

[magnus-the-maqnificent]

Ummmm okay. The Karma remix. Hmm yeah this needs to fade into obscurity like that Lover Shawn Mended remix

First of all idk if it was just me but having a rap second verse was weirddd. Ice spice should've come in with for the bridge.

Second, everything Ice spice sings after that second verse feels like an add on... like they made her sing random lines and words and stuck those audio clips onto the original Karma. It feels so lazy.

Also I've never listened to any of Ice Spice's music, but she gave me very enthusiastic, very energetic vibes. Where tf is all that energy? We got a simple "facts" where we should've gotten a "facts!". I feel like it would've been much better if they'd stuck Taylor and Ice Spice in a booth and rerecorded the whole song instead of what they actually did.

[bitchinbarzal]

Mine was Barzy, back in 2020 during the bubble… when the isles arrived he was wearing a blue suit that gave me 2018-2019 Shawn Mendes vibes and definitely thought it was Shawn bc Mat had a guitar case, back pack, suit case, was standing in front of a bus and had a facemask so… I thought “where tf is Shawn going in the middle of covid” some friends from here told me it was in fact not Shawn and they told me I should watch an islanders game but then proceeded to die against Tampa that exact day or a couple of days later, so I completely ignored Mat’s existence until January 2021 when I started watching the games, the only thing I knew was that he was number 13 and we called him Barzy

We is not me i call him dumbass

[binniesoob]

♡ FEBRUARY 23 FAVS ♡

i missed January lol, but! I decided to share my top favourite songs for each month starting from today 😌 it's going to include both kpop and non-kpop songs, i promise i'll try to keep this short :D if you have any recommendations (or you want to comment your favs!) feel free to drop them <3 i added a lil moodboard bcs why not? (the pics are mine eheh)

edit: i made a playlist for this month :)

( KPOP )

▪︎ Fighting (feat. Lee Young Ji) by BSS (seventeen)

SLAPS!!!!!!!!!!!! FIGHTING 💪 HAEYAJI 🖐 FIGHTING 💪 HAEYAJI 🖐 Young Ji in this!!! The stages were so fun, they brought such a nice atmosphere every. single. time. also, them at the circle music awards making everyone dance and enjoy themselves: KINGS BEHAVIOUR!!!

▪︎ Happy Fools by TXT

can't stop replayinggg, puts me in such a good mood <3 she deserves a lot more love tbh!! IN LOVE with beomgyu's line "I'm like a butterfly / a honeybee that only works / even that sky where the sun’s setting / won't know whether it’s pretty"

▪︎ Pull Up by Viviz

me everytime ggs have a mature sexy girlboss moment: SIGN ME TF UP!!! I seriously need to check out their other songs 👀

▪︎ Forever Only by Jaehyun

the amount of times i've replayed this one is ridiculous tbh, it's one of those songs i just never get tired of. and the pop rnb hip-hop type of song i need more of!!! everytime i find one it's a win <3

▪︎ Nap of a Star by TXT

I wrote most txt analyses at night and this was the perfect soundtrack <3 also one of my fav txt songs, makes me feel like i'm wrapped in a tight warm hug 🫂

▪︎ Anywhere But Home by Seulgi

my emotional support during those days i had to face hard past things and all i wanted was to go anywhere but home🚶‍♀️

▪︎ OMG by NewJeans

yes i am still obsessed. yes i am still going 💁🏻‍♀️"oh my oh mmygah yesanghaesseo na" 💁🏻‍♀️

( NON-KPOP )

▪︎10 000 Hours (feat. Justin Bieber) by Dan+Shay

terry's sister wedding happened and it was so sweet and now i'm obsessed with this song and his cover all over again 😞💔💖💗💔💖💗

▪︎ Can't Get Enough by Big Time Rush

kendall's falsetto i am ascending ✈ tbh big time rush coming back best thing to ever happen 🤌🤌🤌 i can't wait for the album to drop ahhhh

▪︎ Teach Me How To Love by Shawn Mendes

deepest obsession since janaury. someone get it away from me i can't do this anymore. the only way i can describe this song is:

need me a man like this. anyway. next.

▪︎ Ricordi by Pinguini Tattici Nucleari

italian band makes an entrance! hands down one of their best songs! it's about your lover suffering from alzheimer and the importance of memories. it's heartbreakingly delicate and, at the same time, feels very reassuring to me. love the instrumental and the lyrics so much <3

▪︎ LLYLM by Rosalía

manifesting more songs like this from rosalía bcs i desperately need them 🕯🕯🕯🕯🕯 🧘🏻‍♀️

And this all for this month~

See you in March!

[canichangemyblogname]

When TF did Shawn Mendes grow up?

[anxietyfrappuccino]

if you can't handle my shawn mendes clown hair... get tf out of my life

[euphorial-docx]

remember when rodrick heffley beat up shawn mendes on the cw

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

First Shawn and Camila.. now them, who next? 🍿

[pogueit]

Ok but... When are we going to leave Shawn Mendes alone?? Like im so tried of ppl saying the break up proves that he's gay.. can you imagine if the whole world invalidated your sexuality day in and day out... Like no matter what you do it somehow correlates to your sexuality... I thought we were trying to overcome putting ppl in boxes??? Where the fuck did that go??

[sbawnmendes]

oh

[spxrm]

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