#shawn mendes ultimate fluff

[welldamnsatoru]

You’re too cute // SHAWN MENDES

Request: Can you do an imagine where your family is having a party (like ur moms bday or something) and Shawn comes and is being super cute and comfortable with everyone like ur family and friends??? A lotta fluff plz! 

Author’s note: HI this is me taking a break from the Percy Jackson AU and for once actually writing up some requests. 

Warning: There is so much fluff in this you could possibly die

“You can carry the cake Shawn.” I grab the container holding the precious chocolate cake and pass it into his hands. He tries to take it but I hold on tighter, meeting his eyes. “Don’t you dare drop this. Its my Mum’s birthday cake, okay?” I raise an eyebrow.

He rolls his eyes. “Y/n, sweetie. You know that before was an accident. I didn’t purposely mean to drop you’re birthday cake.” Shawn grins at me sheepishly.

“I know but I just want you to take extra precaution this time.” I say sternly, releasing my hold. He pulls it closer to his chest, protecting it with his arms.

“I will protect it with my life.” He winks, moving forward to press a kiss to my forehead gently.

“Yeah yeah, get inside.” I laugh, slamming the boot of the car. I trail behind Shawn as we make our way to the front door of my parent’s house for my Mother’s 50th birthday party.

“Be on your best behavior baby,” I tease, leaning up on my tiptoes to ruffle his hair- the hair that he spent a good hour perfecting.

“Y/n!” Shawn gasps, twisting to see me as I press the doorbell.

“I spent an hour on this hairstyle. You knew how I felt about it so why would you do something like this?” he huffs, lifting one hand to fix the strands.

“Honestly Shawn, you look just as handsome no matter what your hair looks like.” I grin, Shawn unamused with my response.

“Honestly Y/n, I think I should just leave you to fend for yourself whil- Hi Mrs Y/L/N,” Shawn is cut off by the door opening and he quickly composes himself to look excited to see my family.

“Hi Mum, happy birthday!” I peer over Shawn’s shoulder to meet my mother’s warm hazel eyes who peer at the both of us curiously. “Don’t worry about Shawn, Mum. He’s just having a hair crisis at the moment.”

“Hey,” Shawn protests, elbowing me in the side of my stomach and I scowl at him while he smirks back proudly.

“You’ve haven’t changed at all, either of you.” Mum laughs, holding the door open for us to come inside. I give her a hug once the door is shut, taking the cake out of Shawn’s hands while he greets her himself.

I leave the two alone, walking towards the kitchen and placing the dessert on the counter. Their voices float down the hallway and I can’t help but listen in.

“You’ve gotten taller, Shawn?” My Mum asks, and I hear Shawn laugh in response.

“Maybe, since I’m a growing boy I’ll need a good feed today Mrs Y/L/N.” Shawn comments. I roll my eyes at the joke while my Mum laps it up, her chuckles filling the silence. 

“Don’t worry we’ll put some meat on you’re bones.” She pauses, her voice lowering. “Now tell me, how’s my daughter going since she moved in with you.”

“She’s amazing, we make dinner every night together- or at least when I’m home in time which most nights I am. We have our own little schedules worked out and life with her.. it just works, you know?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Ever since she got that job in the city she’s been so happy and I love it, I love living with her.” My mum aw’s at Shawn.

“So should I be expecting any wedding bells any time soon?” I faintly catch her giggles.

“Maybe. I can’t say I haven’t been thinking about it.” Shawn replies, my cheeks heating up.

“Okay, Shawn, come say hi to Dad.” I break off their little chat, appearing in the hallway.

“Happy Birthday again, Mrs Y/L/N.” Shawn calls over his shoulder as I drag him out to the back deck where the rest of my family is.

A chorus of greetings meet us as Shawn and I step through the door. I smile warmly at all my Mum’s friends, Shawn’s arm slipping around my waist. 

“Y/n!” A voice calls and I turn to see my Dad walking towards me with a giant grin on his face.

“Dad!” I beam, letting go of Shawn to hug my Father.

“How you doing kiddo?” He asks, kissing the top of my head.

“I’m good, great actually.” I laugh, turning back to Shawn to see him already looking at me with a fond expression on his face.

“Dad you remember Shawn right? You’re son in law?” I ask innocently, watching my Dad splutter and Shawn blush beet red.

“She’s joking, sir, we’re not engaged yet.” Shawn excuses himself, and he looks like he wants to be anywhere else right now. You could say Shawn was scared of my Dad.

“Yet?” My Dad’s voice raises, eyebrows raising along with it.

“Change that to never.” Shawn rushes to say, and you could almost see a bead of sweat on his forehead.

“What? Shawn! I thought you said we were going to get married before the baby came.” I tease, watching Shawn pale, my Dad letting out a loud bellow of laughter.

“I’m just kidding Shawn,” Dad chuckles, slapping his shoulder. “Y/n’s joking as well, the little terror.” 

I grin at them both. “Like father like daughter, as they say.”

“Nice seeing you Shawn, and my little terror, but the barbecue is calling me,” Shawn nods faintly, Dad walking off. I smile, leaning my head against Shawn’s shoulder.

“You’re too cute.” I giggle, kissing his shoulder blade. It was a nice day, the sun shining and a light breeze that ruffled my hair, my sundress flaring.

“That was mean.” Shawn pouts, his eyes filled with humor. 

“You loved it.” I scoff. He turns to face me, his hands resting above my hips.

“Maybe.” He kisses me briefly before starting to pull away.

“Where are you going?” Its my turn to pout as I tug him back to me.

“We’re in front of your family, isn’t it weird?” He blushes faintly and I laugh.

“You’re so lame.” I grin, holding his chin as I step on the tips of my toes to press my mouth to his.

“You’re lamer.” Shawn whispers against my lips and I bite my lip to stop my laughter.

“The fact that you just said that sentence is proof enough that you are the one whose more lame.” I snicker, kissing him again.

“When you kiss me I always forget my comeback.” Shawn frowns, leaning his forehead against mine.

I kiss him again. “I’m just that good.”

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REQUEST : For a blurb, imagine or oneshot story ( but preferably a oneshot 🤭) Five types of kisses Shawn share with his girl aka female reader ♥️

Every Little Kiss

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warning ⚠️: fluff,maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: Oof 😅, finally a oneshot type of fic after like forever 😂. Happy Reading, guys ♥️

One

When you got the chance to work remotely for a day, you took the opportunity without hesitation. Knowing that the option would mean you could finally spend more time with your boyfriend even if it meant long hours at the studio, you didn’t care.

You just want to spend your time with him.

It was then, in between his breaks, when you were sitting on his lap and snuggling into his body. It was then when you felt the first press of soft lips on your forehead that you ultimately didn’t realise would bring a burst of serotonin, followed by the sounds of giggles.

When his cheek brushes against your skin, it made you to feel even more dopey. Shawn knew about this and it only fueled his desire to continue to press gentle kisses while running his thumb along your cheeks.

A sigh of relief exhaled from his lips, and he sank into the feeling of your body pressed up against his; it felt right, especially since you hadn't had time alone in quite a while.

Small moments like this are always worthwhile, so you always choose to hold into it a bit longer.

"Baby," His thoughts were interrupted, "I love you."

"And I love you."

He says before pressing kisses on your forehead again and relishing in the quiet giggles that escape you afterward.

Two

"Excuse me, I am trying to finish my work here, you know."

"Mhm, yes, I know." Another kiss, this one to the neck. The previous one had been to the tip of the right shoulder, the one before that just on the left shoulder, and the one that starts all of it was on the cheek.

"And you're, mmmm, distracting me."

"That is the plan, yes,” This kiss included a bit of a trail along the curve of your neck, particularly your sensitive spot.

A few more trails of kisses later, with a soft sigh of defeat, you tilted your head up, and at that exact moment, he leaned down toward you.

Your lips meet in a passionate kiss.

“I can never say no to your kisses,” Fully turning away from the stack of papers at the table, you interlace your fingers between his neck as he playfully runs his tongue across your lower lips and tightens his grips on your waist.

You let yourself melt against him as he presses you closer, deepening the kiss and trying to close any distance between you. Before suddenly, he lifts you off the chair with ease, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him, “Shawn!” You still couldn’t help but giggle as he carried you, “Was this your plan all along?”

“Definitely,” He smiled before bringing your lips for a kiss again and making his way to the bed.

Three

There you were, putting on some makeup, half ready for a party, when Shawn walked into your shared bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, watching your every move with hungry eyes.

You thought he was going to grab some clothes and essentials to get ready for the party too, but instead, he just stood there, looking at you.

“You know staring that long can be a little creepy.”

“I’m sorry! You just look so irresistible.”

“Aww, thanks, baby,” You smiled shyly, and as you turned, he was already standing behind you. His arms grab you by the waist, pulling you close, and he dips his dead to plant kisses all over your face and neck.

You hummed happily, shutting your eyes. Your body felt warm, your heart full, and you savored the moment, “Hmm, Shawn," You hummed between his trail of kisses.

“Can we perhaps be a little late to the party?” He mumbled while still peppering your neck with soft, open-mouthed kisses.

“No, baby!” You giggle, pulling away, “You can’t bribe me to change my mind with these kisses,” Your hand moves to cup his cheek, and you tilt your head up, trying to reach his forehead, “Plus, you can’t be late; to your album release party.”

Four

Shawn feels like he has been waiting forever, waiting for the day he can finally come back to you.

The tour lasted for weeks; he had been gone for what felt like forever, singing his greatest hits on stages worldwide. It had been so long since he’d seen you in person, since he kissed you, held you.

Sure, you’d be able to talk to each other, but FaceTime calls and messages were not the same as face-to-face, not the same as waking up together or feeling the sense of warmth he feels when he snuggles in bed with you.

He was frozen for a second when he finally saw you before you rushed forward, “You’re home!” You run to him, wrapping yourself around him, clinging to him like a koala, and holding him close.

You pull your head back, smiling up at him, beginning to speak, “I’ve missed-” only to be cut off by his lips molding with yours for a passionate, forceful kiss that resulted in you clinging even more to him, “I missed you so much, Y/n.”

Five

Shawn returned to the house, slightly out of breath after his usual morning run. He pulled his shirt off and wiped the sweat on his face.

Once fully inside, he was welcome with the slight roasted smell from the kitchen. He turned his head and saw the sight of his you seated on the counter next to the stove.

He found himself smiling at the sight despite the smell of burnt food coming from the kitchen.

“Oh,” He said as he walked closer to the stove and peered into the now smoking skillet, “What was this supposed to be again?”

You swiped an oven mitt off the opposite counter, grabbed the skillet, and moved it into the sink. The skillet sizzled as you turned the facet onto the charred remains of whatever food you were attempting to make.

“Hmm…,” You said while taking a seat at the counter again, “It was supposed to be this spinach and cheese egg souffle.”

“It doesn’t look that bad,” He said, moving closer to you and his body caging you towards the counter, “I could have scraped the overdone parts off and still eat the perfectly done parts.”

“You don’t have to say that,” You groaned, hiding your face in embarrassment, “I will have to throw that charcoal-tasting food.”

“Hey, they said practice makes perfect, baby,” He said softly, rubbing your back soothingly before removing your hand from your face,” Why don’t we make some pancakes instead and enjoy them out on the balcony. The sun is lovely this time around. What do you say?”

“Okay,” You nodded your head.

“But, before all of that,” He said as he gently grabbed your wrists in each of his hands, pulling you closer to him and bringing his lips centimeters away from yours, “I’ve been meaning to do something first,” He placed your hands around his waist.

“No!” You playfully squirmed as you tried to escape his hold, “No, kisses for you, Mr. You’re all sweaty,” You said through your laughter,”Shawn! Ewwwwww!”

“Eww?” Shawn asked. He pulled you against his body closer, “You’ve never had a problem with my sweat when you were watching me working out.”

“Ah, those home workouts,” You recalled. “That was because watching and direct contact with all of your sweat are two different things. Direct contact sweats are just Eww, Baby.”

“Eww? I think you just haven’t had time to appreciate my sweat truly, my love,” He kept his hold on your wrists as he leaned down slowly with that wide grin on his face, and while you could have turned your head away, you giggled and happily tilted your head up to meet his lips anyway.

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Story Code: 250722105

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

I Know I Can Treat You Better Than He Can

Pairing: Chuck Taylor x gender neutral!reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

Word count: 1,505

Summary: Upon catching your boyfriend cheating, you’re hurt and heartbroken so you go to your best friend, Chuck Taylor for comfort. When he finally admits his true feelings to you, will you feel the same, or will your friendship be ruined?

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets cheated on

A/N: I tried to keep this as gender neutral as possible. Also, as I was writing this, Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes kept popping into my head, and I thought about it and realized how well it fit. So here’s the song if you wanna listen!

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You knew you probably shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help yourself. You really needed him. He’s been there through it all; he’s your best friend.

You wiped your eyes the best you could. You knew he’d be able to tell due to your red, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. You sucked in a breath and went for it, knocking three times on the door. You didn’t have to wait long before the door opened revealing the person you knew you could always count on: Chuck Taylor.

He takes in your appearance after he hears you sniffle a few times, not asking questions just yet, he ushers you inside his home. You’re aware he shares his home with his friend they call Orange Cassidy. You’ve met him multiple times, and you would consider him a friend.

Cassidy was on the couch when you entered the room. He looked up upon hearing the footsteps and, when he saw the look on your face, he knew the two of you needed the room. Never one for words, Orange gave you nod in acknowledgment and a pat on the shoulder as he passed by you to exit the room; his way of comforting you and letting you know he’ll help however you need. You give the quiet man a forced smile and a whispered “Thanks” not trusting yourself to say much more.

Chuck gently pulls you to the couch and you drop down on it, letting out a puff of air. He scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him, his chin resting on the top of your head once you settle against his chest. He doesn’t say anything for while, just letting you get it all out.

You feel so safe, loved, and comfortable in Chuck’s embrace; hell, you feel that in general whenever he’s around. Once you’ve calmed down enough to trust your voice, you wipe your eyes and look up at Chuck; you don’t know what exactly you did to have him as your best friend, but your damn sure glad you did it.

When he feels you move, he relaxes his arms so you can sit up, only to catch you looking at him; he feels his heart skip a beat and breath hitch. He knows now isn’t the time to be feeling like this, but it’s how he always feels when you’re around. He gathers himself before speaking, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

You thought about it briefly before ultimately nodding your head. “Yeah, I think so.” You watched as Chuck truly focused on you, giving you his undivided attention. “I… I caught him…. I caught him with some blonde at the cafe down the street from my apartment. They were sitting practically on top of one another…. I stopped on the sidewalk trying to figure out a reason. I ended up getting one when I saw him kiss her. It wasn’t a kiss on the cheek or the forehead; it was right on the lips. It was no peck on the lips kiss either; they were sucking face right there in the open.” You stopped to take a deep breath to keep from crying again, angry tears this time.

As Chuck listened to you recounting the events, he was fuming. How could someone do that to another person? More importantly to you? He was trying his best to keep calm, but he noticed your feelings changing from hurt to anger as you spoke.

“How dare he! How dare he do this to me! I gave him the best two years of his life!” You shouted, anger dripping from your lips and radiating off you. “I should have known he didn’t truly feel the same because he never put in the effort like I did.” You sighed, laying back in the couch, head resting on the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling. “I guess the past few months when he would go out with his friends; he was really going to see that girl. Why didn’t I notice sooner?” You asked, seriously curious; you had always been able to see the red flags in your friends relationships, but now you’re left wondering: how could you have been so blind when it came to your own relationship?

After Chuck knew you were done talking and he finally cooled off, he decided it was time to speak. “I know you already know this, but you deserve some who values you.” He couldn’t stop himself, the words fell out of his mouth before he could process what he said, “If I was your boyfriend, I’d pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad.” He froze, eyes wide when his brain finally caught up. Did he really just say that? He wasn’t supposed to say that; only think it. He had decided he was going to tell you soon, thanks to Trent and Orange Cassidy constantly encouraging him; this wasn’t how he planned it though. He wasn’t sure how you felt about him, and he’d be completely devastated if he lost you because of this. He couldn’t look at you, holding his breath, hoping this was all a dream. When he heard you speak, he knew it was reality.

“I know I deserve better, I thought that—wait…” You cut yourself off, Chucks words registering slowly but surely. “Did you just indirectly say you want to be my boyfriend?” You questioned, wanting to make sure your mind and ears aren’t playing tricks on you. Turning to face him, you notice he’s looking everywhere but at you; you had heard him correctly. Chuck was mentally kicking himself for possibly ruining everything; how could he not catch himself, not stop his words, or think it through? You gently reached out and softly took his chin between you thumb and index fingers, turning his head and making him look at you. You weren’t mad or upset; honestly, you never really thought about your best friend like that, but now you’re thinking back to all those times he was the only one there for you, how you remembered feeling in those moments. Chuck had seen you at your highest of highs and your lowest of lows. He saw the good, the bad, and the ugly. You never noticed until this very moment that you were trying to fight those feeling that would float and flutter around when you were in his presence; it didn’t matter if other people were present or the two of you were alone.

Chuck let you turn his face towards yours, knowing that he has to face the consequences of his words. He finally built up the courage to look you in the eyes. He noticed you were lost in thought but still had your eyes on him. “I… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that, especially not now. I get it if you don’t—” You cut him off, crashing your lips onto his. You realized that the only person that was going to value you, pepper you with kiss, shower you with love and affection, spoil you, and make you laugh was your best friend, Chuck Taylor. Your kiss was one-sided until, after a few moments, Chuck began to reciprocate, letting himself go, letting you feel every ounce of love and adoration he had for you. Now was as good a time as any. You were surprised at the intensity, feels overwhelming you so much that you had to break the kiss.

When you pulled back, you felt yourself tearing up and smiling like you won the lottery, and, in your opinion, you did. Chuck slowly opened his eyes, a smile plastered on his face, but that changed into a frown. Worried and concern, he quickly placed his hands on either side of your face, wiping away the tears that fell. “Was it that bad? I know I haven’t kissed anyone in a while—” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“No! It was perfect.” You reassured him, bring your hands up to hold his wrists. “Those were happy tears. I felt everything you put into that kiss; all the love you’ve kept to yourself. I’m so sorry I didn’t pay attention to my own feelings and listen to my gut or my heart. I’m sorry it took me this long to admit to myself what I knew deep down — it’s always been you.” You apologized, feeling terrible about coming to him with all your boy troubles and boy drama when he had to have been feeling like he wasn’t good enough for you.

“It’s always been you too.” He repeated your words back to you. “Let me treat you like you deserve.” He whispered. You couldn’t speak, too captivated by his sweet words and handsome face; all you could do is nod your head and lean forward pressing your lips to his one more time; this time the kiss was slow and sweet, filled with all the love could have ever dreamed of.

[lu-morningstar]

Jealous - Shawn Mendes

request: hey can i get a jealous shawn imagine? we argue and then it’s fluff no smut please

a/n: i have been writing this since it was requested, featuring Tom Holland :)

pairing: Shawn Mendes x female!reader

word count: 1933

warnings: angst with happy ending, mentions of mental health (implied depression and anxiety)

Feedback, comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

You and Shawn met when you were chosen to feature in one of the remixes of his song Stitches, he was a rising singer on the Billboard charts, and you were Nick's young promising actress and singer; both of you wanted to make a career out of what you loved. That was almost 5 years ago, a period in which the two of you collaborated on a song for your second album, attended each other concerts, and more moments that, after being friends for a couple of years, ultimately led to a romantic relationship blossoming between the two of you. After a few months, it became public to the world, and everyone decided they had something to say and/or wanted to get a piece of their relationship.

Things calmed down until you were cast in Cherry, an indie movie by the Russo Brothers, meaning you had to leave LA for almost 3 months to film in Cleveland with Tom Holland. He was the main actor in the movie, and you were the supporting actress that played a significant role in his character's life. Since several of your scenes with Tom were filmed outdoors or in a semi-public location, sometimes gossip sites would take photos of the both of you and leak them to the public, having a field day by making you look like the villain of the story. It wouldn't bother you so much if they weren't taking a toll on your relationship; Shawn started to ignore your texts, cut your calls short, and ultimately, canceled his quick trip to Cleveland. Yes, he was busy with the making of his album, but he was also feeling jealous from out-of-context pictures and made-up stories from the tabloids. 

"...I just don't think we should talk about this through the phone, Shawn." You murmured to avoid dragging more attention to yourself, you were running late to the makeup trailer, but you didn't want to end the call yet; you were hoping he would finally drop the subject. 

"Then how are we going to, y/n? I can't leave LA and you can't leave Cleveland." even though he couldn't see you, you shook your head as you heard the sound of an acoustic guitar in the background, meaning he was in a writing session. 

“You can, you just didn’t want to-" 

"I can’t Y/N, I really can’t. I’m way behind on some songs and-"

"You said that the same last time, Shawn. And honestly, you are the one being unreasonable here. There's nothing more than friendship between Tom and me." you recalled him. He was silent, making the distorted voices and guitar sounds louder in your ear; you still caught some of his breathing through the device, though. "Alright, I don't have time Shawn. I'm already late to work, call me later." you ended the call as you arrived at hair and makeup, ready to become someone else to forget your current problems with your boyfriend. 

It was way past midnight; you were in your trailer, already done with a bad day of shooting, and in the comfort of your bed when he called again. The conversation was okay until he brought back the whole unfunded jealousy thing, then you reprimand him for going out with his friends when he said he was too busy with work, and it just escalated quickly from there. You ended the call, having enough of his false accusations and lack of trust. How blind was he to not see you were hurting? And that he was partially causing it. 

It was the last conversation before he stopped answering your calls or texts. 

After almost 6 hours of flying, you arrived at LAX airport past noon; your assistant and bodyguard were waiting for you due to a mob of people waiting for you. You took some pictures and made small talk with them before saying goodbye and getting into your car, a Range Rover that would take you to Shawn's condo. You didn't appreciate the view on your way there, too tired and emotionally drained from the movie scenes you filmed; to say this film was a challenge was an understatement.

Once you got home, you dismissed your assistant and telling her to notify your driver that you were leaving in 40 minutes.

"You took a breath as you lean back on the couch, the place was clean and tidy, with some vanilla scent in the air, it was the work of the cleaning service and not Shawn, who was clearly too busy to clean his place or pick you up from the airport. You knew that after that call it would take a lot of time to move to a better situation. 

After a quick shower, a change of clothes, and a stop at a fast-food chain to get a bite, you arrived at the studio where Shawn was recording. Luckily, you didn't disrupt any song recording, but you did interrupt what Shawn was telling his sound producer to do with a snippet of the song he was currently working on. You apologized to him and everyone in the room for interrupting their creative moment.

"Why don't we take 10, guys," Shawn said, taking in your presence in his space. Their coworkers, including Teddy, said their hellos on the way out, leaving Shawn and you alone in the room. "What are you doing here?" he asked you before sitting on the couch, far away from the console, and you.

"What do you mean with what I'm doing here, Shawn? I leave for 3 months, let you know that I'm arriving today and you can't even tell me you are not picking me from the airport."

"I'm busy, y/n," he said raising his voice, spreading and moving his arms around to signal the place. "I can't just cancel studio sessions for you," you looked down, pouting to his harsh response, playing with the sleeves of the hoodie you decided to wear; it was his. "not when the album needs to be done next month." he ran his fingers through his hair and tugged on some strands as he leaned back. "I'm under a lot of pressure."

"Oh, and you think I'm not? The Russos told me we might have to reshot in 3 months. You think I wanna feel or look like this again?" your voice broke, tears inundated your eyes, you blinked to don't let them free fall.

You accepted the role of Emily knowing that she was a character with diverse feelings and changes in her life, perhaps not like Tom's character, but still complex in her own way. What you didn't know was that interpreting her would be very emotionally exhausting, to the point of losing yourself for a moment and confusing her life with yours. You knew that Tom was going through the same thing, even worse some days, that's why his brother was there during production. You just wished Shawn could have been there too for you, but he was too busy in LA. That's why you were hanging out most of the time with him, talking about how challenging it was to interpret these characters was what helped both of you to don't let yourselves get lost in them. The Spiderman on-set anecdotes were great too to distract you from shooting until midnight or really early in the morning.

"Babe, I didn't know you-" he got up from the sofa, getting close to where you were standing, almost in the same place since you arrived.

"I told you how I felt," You interrupt him, your bottom lip jutting out and your voice breaking again, but this time the tears do fall on your cheeks, making a river that ends on your neck. "and you know what you told me? 'I'm writing with Ed Sheeran tomorrow'." You both said the last line together, with almost the same deception tone in your voices.

He took a couple of strands and engulfed you in a hug. You have always found his arms comforting, but this time it felt like they were trapping you and cutting your air supply. You broke the contact, inhaling all the air you didn't know you were missing as you wiped the tears from your face. You noticed how his eyes were glossy and his cheeks were redder.

"I'm sorry," he looked at your eyes and wiped a tear from your left cheek. "I'm so sorry, y/n" He kissed your temple and held your face with one of his hands before hugging you again; it was warm and comforting again. 

After that, the both of you sat down on the couch of the living room; it was neutral territory, a good place to start talking about the jealousy Shawn had towards your friendship with Tom and your resentment towards Shawn. It took some weeks and more conversations to sort things out but it happened; Shawn and you were going stronger than ever. You also decided to take some therapy sessions, to talk about the events of your relationship and the blurred line between you and Emily. It helped you to interpret her again for a scene the Russos wanted to incorporate in the film. 

After doing press almost non-stop for the past 2 weeks with Tom and the directors, the night finally arrived. The movie would be out for all the world to watch it. No nerves at all, right? 

"Nervous?" Shawn asked as the limo took a turn, the place of the event was getting closer and closer. 

"Yeah, but the good kind." 

"It means you care, love." he took your right hand with his left one, giving it a tight squeeze before pressing a kiss on it.

You arrived at the premiere hosted by Apple+, a man opened the door seat, Shawn went out first and gave you his hand to help you out of the car. People were shouting, and some flashes of the photographers' cameras blinded you for a second as you walked the red carpet with Shawn, your left arm interlocked with his right one. The flashes made the fabric of your grey Givenchy suit shine more, a pair of matching heels, minimal jewelry, and natural glowy makeup completed the look for tonight.  'She's glowing, like a goddess' he thought, as he held you from your waist now. 

Pictures were taken but when the photographers, realized that one of your rings, the one on your left ring finger, reflected more lights than the others they went crazy. The shouts got louder, asking for more poses and pictures, the both of you smiled, indulging them. After more pics and interviews on the carpet, everyone went inside the theater to watch the movie.

The next day was plage with pictures and articles about the movie, and about the engagement reveal at the premiere. Pictures of you looking at Shawn while your left hand was in his pec, showing the ring he gave you a couple of weeks ago, in the privacy and comfort of your new shared house. And of him looking at you when you were staring at the cameras. And his personal favorite, the one with his brown gaze on your y/e/c-colored eyes, making the both of you smile wider. 

‘Y/N Y/L/N & Shawn Mendes engaged!’

‘Shawn Mendes officially off the market! The Canadian star is now engaged to Cherry’s actress Y/N Y/L/N’ 

‘Y/N Y/L/N shows off engagement ring on movie premiere’ 

'Cherry’s actress Y/N Y/L/N talks engagement and movie struggles' 

My masterlist

[cherrypoki]

• Wonder

Summary: You cuddle, you hold hands and share clothes. You have since you were kids afterall so why would you stop now? Shuichi is your best friend and unfortunately seems to be struggling with the newfound emotion of pure love.

➵ Pairing: Shuichi Saihara/ Female! Reader

➵ Genre: Fluff, Childhood Friends, Friends To Lovers, Mutual Pining,

Everybody has that one person.

That one person who makes everything better.

Everything tastes better with them.

Candy is sweeter, the sun is warmer, the breeze is cooler, colours are more vibrant and every emotion or feeling can get twisted and turned into something so positive it makes you feel like you drank melted sunlight, sunlight that gets into your bloodstream and dances around your body untill all you can see is them, all you can feel is the pure tranquility of knowing that everything is going to be okay.

Everybody has that one person that makes their days better.

And for Shuichi Saihara that person was (Y/N) (L/N).

Meeting (Y/N) was such a small moment. Looking back Shuichi couldn’t help but laugh at how that little moment seemed but how big it made his future. Meeting the excitable (Y/N) was in interesting trip on young Shuichi then, their personality’s were polar opposites yet they seemed to get along so easily, Since Shuichi always had trouble making friends his uncle took to you right away, always setting up playdates for the two of you, noticing how much Shuichi had came out of his shell since his parents death. When you got older his uncle had made sure to thanks you for how much you’d done for them. But that’s getting off topic.

It was 11:42pm on a school night. Shuichi had two quizzes tomorrow and a minor case to solve involving a missing computer. Yet there he lay, in his unmade bed with the sheets dangling off the sides staring at the ceiling with his window open. He’d never had to worry about mosquitos too much anyway, he was an AB so they didn’t really bite him much. So insted of mosquitos his mind was solely fixed on you.

Now your friends right? So what type of friendship involves one of the friends staring at the ceiling at night insted of working thinking about them?

Answer? It’s not a friendship thing, it IS however a crush thing, and despite him being the Ultimate Detective and having a whole job baised on his quick thinking and intelligence, Shuichi did not want to admit it was a crush. Ah yes, Denial his old friend.

Shuichi never really felt romantic feelings before, granted he’d had some crushes before but they were quite minor, usually grade school crushes that didn’t last for more than a month, despite that you always teased him for his crushes. He’d try and do the same with yours but your crushes seemed to be different than his, your type was different and it took you longer to catch feelings for someone, but once you did you fell HARD. Shuichi couldn’t use two hands to number the amount of times you’d talked to him about the person you like, swearing to tell them but never actually telling them. Shuichi would always remember the look in your eyes when talking about them. And right now he wanted nothing more than to have you get that look in your eyes when talking about him.

Pulling his hat over his eyes embarssed at his own thoughts the poor detective couldn’t stop thinking. His brain just loved to torture him by overthinking and nowadays it seemed you were all he could think about. Usually it would make sense given all the time you spend together, walking to school together, having classes together, eating lunch together, walking home together, spending afternoons and some nights together.

Why was he feeling all this for you now? He couldn’t help but wonder, why did all these feelings for you come out now? He’d known you for so long, snaring the bed, stealing each other’s clothes, changing in front of each other (this was when you were younger and less devolped) walking home, holding hands and shopping together had been a natural thing for the two of you, so why now did doing all these make his heart want to jump out of his chest and run a mile.

Yes Shuichi Saihara sucked with feelings.

➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵

Waking up the next morning he knew he would be at your house before you were ready, Shuichi was such an early bird and had been ever since you were kids. Grabbing his lunch and leaving he kept his pace slow as he walked to yours, seeing no need to rush. It was a colder morning he noticed, so cold when he breathed out he could see his breath. Smiling softly to himself he could already see you acting like a dragon when you learned this fact, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck he somehow always found the walk to your house quicker each time.

Ringing the doorbell and waiting outside for your response he stared at the familiar entrance, it seemed so surreal to him, it almost felt like yesterday he’d been there for the first time, smiling to himself he internally laughed at the memory of their giant family dog giving him a small fright, but they both warmed up to each other quickly. Speaking of the dog the door opening and the pooch poked his nose out, sniffing Shuichi as a greeting making the boy smile once more, he found himself smiling a lot more in your presence.

Shooing your dog back inside and shutting the door behind you you grinned at the flustered boy in front of you.

“Morning Shuu~!” You smiled, despite still being noticeably half asleep (at least to the detective) you seemed so happy to see him, wrapping your arms around him you left out a contented sighed as you sunk into the detectives body more and unknowingly killing him inside, He didn’t need his winter coat afterall.

“Mmmm” You hummed, unaware of the boys flustered expression “so warm~”

Finally pulling away you two nearly walked two blocks before Shuichi noticed your hands, smiling exasperatedly he looked at you

“You forgot your gloves (Y/N)”

You couldn’t help but laugh, Shuichi was such a mother hen to you sometimes making sure you never froze or overheated, unfortunately his care was sometimes overruled by your own stupidity.

Raising your hands in a mock surrender you laughed your real laugh, one that would make some people laugh at but just made Shuichi’s heart melt.

“Techinally I lost them, therefore I didn’t actually forget them and you lose”

He laughed more, pulling his scarf down a little and feeling bold, he grabbed your hand. Looking up at him confused he smiled sweetly at you and tried not to show how nervious he actually was, you’d held hands all the time as kids so this should be no different- right?

Ignoring his inner panic attack he focused on your smile and how easily you seemed to accept and grab onto his hand.

Ah there was the sunlight again.

➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵

Class was as normal as it always was.

Well, as normal as you can get in a class of ultimates with clashing personality’s, honestly sometimes it reminded you of keeping up with the kardashians.

Sitting on the desks near the back Shuichi was reading a novel while you napped beside him. The peaceful expression was something he could stare at forever without fail. He wouldn’t mind waking up to that face next to him every morning. With that thought his cheeks flushed pink as he shoved his face so close to his book the words didn’t even look like words anymore. And he couldn’t help but wonder, if he ever did confess to you, what would you say? As far as he knew you didn’t have any feelings for anyone at school. And there was no way he’d ruin his closet friendship for feelings that might not even be returned.

As far as he was concerned he was fine with just being near you, he could live a thousand years of hell just to get a minute of moments like this with you.

Only when he heard a crash across the room snapping him out of he deep daydreaming did he realise you had one eye open and were starring at him just as attentively. Unlike him however you showed no signs of embarrassment and insted smiled

“You look really cute deep in thought like that” you mumbled, part of you thought it was too quiet for him to hear untill he pulled away and pulled his hat over his face. Smiling once again at his antics you couldn’t help it, you really loved to fluster the detective.

Only when the teacher walked into class is when the two of yous focus shifted to schoolwork. He had planned to skip today, but because of the two tests he decided he’d skip tomorrow insted, you’d most likely come with him if he told you, and he really didn’t mind at all. He didn’t know what exactly the two of you would do tomorrow but once again he didn’t care. Time with you was all he wanted. No matter where it was or what you were doing. You made everything worth it.

Staring at the paper on his desk he couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually studied for one of these tests, it wasn’t that he was cocky in his own abilities, it was more that he faith in himself, and while the two of you did study sometimes, it quickly turned into fuck around and cheat so you can have fun.

Sneaking a glance over at you you looked so focused he felt the warmth come back again. Truely you were like fireplace to his heart.

The first test was easy enough the both of you agreed on that, however the next one was a subject you sucked at. Shuichi offered you the answers but you shook your head staring at the paper, you didn’t really care about the grade you were given. But you didn’t want to drag Shuichi down with you. Plus how was this gonna help your ultimate anyway?

➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵

Shuichi mostly let you lead the conversations when you walked home, you could talk to him about anything and he loved it, even if he didn’t know what the hell a Unus was seeing how happy it made you was enough for him, and he made a mental note to check it out later so he could ask you more questions about it.

Stopping by at the grocery store before you got to his house you both decided to grab some food for the night, the sun was already starting to set and the golden hues dancing on the sidewalk outside the store gave an nice atmosphere. You were grabbing some juice when the radio in the store started to play a song you and Shuichi both loved, Ophelia.

Laughing while putting the juice in the trolley you grabbed Shuichi’s hand and started to dance with him in the beverage section. Grinning at his red face you spun yourself and used it to pull yourself closer to him, your faces close enough yours noses were nearly touching. And the song playing in the backround seemed a hundred times louder as you two just stared into each other’s eyes. Neither one wanting to risk getting closer but neither one wanting to pull away either.

The song switching seemed to snap the two of you out of your daydreams, looking up and catching where the other person’s gaze was was enough to make you both flustered enough to pull away and awkwardly grabbing the rest of the stuff you needed. And despite both of you thinking you mistook the other person gaze and made them uncomfortable, it was painfully obvious to everyone else in the store what the two of you were thinking. Escpially the manger who originally was gonna throw her sandal at you two for eye fucking in her store was insted gonna throw it at the two of you for both being so obliviously stupid.

Leaving the store the tension quickly left as you both were soon laughing and joking about all the things you’d heard and seem today, specially things like Ouma writing on his test that Paraguay wasn’t a country. The colours of the sunset lay to rest of both of your faces and illuminated them in a way that made you both look ethereal.

“Hey Shuichi do you like anyone at school?” You spoke, breaking the silence that had formed, you must’ve phased him with the question, as his face went pink and he struggled to form a sentence,

“Wh-where did that come from?” Giggling at his reaction you couldn’t but but subconsciously lean closer to the boy as you walked

“No reason, I was just curious as you haven’t had a crush in a while”

He laughed at your reasoning, lifting his hat higher he looked at you, a slightly smug smile on his face “what about you (Y/N)? Any cute guys or girls you got your eye on?”

Shaking your head you laughed “maybe I do, maybe I don’t, you’re the ultimate detective Shuichi, you figure it out”

➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵

The walk ended sooner than he expected as he was shocked when he realised they were already on his doorstep, opening the door and stepping insted he smiled and felt peace in his bones. You even made home feel more like home.

Pulling off your uniform jacket and wanting to get changed as soon as possible you turned to Shuichi was putting the food into the fridge or pantry.

“Hey Shu can I take a shower?”

He nodded, “I’ll leave some clothes outside the door”

You nodded in response and made your way towards the bathroom, going to his room to get changed Shuichi wondered if you’d still be okay with sharing a bed. Lying on his bed in the all familiar position of staring at the ceiling his mind wondered as he thought about you. Once again, you. The feeling’s you gave him were truely exhilarating. He’d always hated having crushes, but this feeling was much different, and while he was scared about feeling this strongly for his closet friend his emotions were mostly overruled by the feeling of euphoria he got whenever he thought about holding you.

He was once again so deep in thought he hadn’t even noticed the shower had turned off and in you came, dressed in one of his shirts and sweatpants drying your hair with a towel you looked at him and smiled.

“Wanna watch a movie shu?”

Contrarily to popular belief Shuichi does like detective movies, but he really enjoys old black and white ones, He lay with his back on the bed, his neck craned slightly so he could see the screen, while you lay on top of him, your chest against his stomach while you lay on his chest. It was normal for both you to cuddle like this. you always had, and despite being older now you still did. And it was another thing that made Shuichi happy. Even if it was purely platonic he just liked holding you, or you holding him.

You’d fallen asleep watching movies with him all the time, and this time was no different. His focus on the movie lost as insted he opted to look at you. You looked so happy and content asleep, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were dreaming about. And he hoped maybe one day he’d be in your dreams.

➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵ ➵

Waking up you two were cuddled under the blankets, with no memory of moving like this your arms were wrapped around Shuichi as his face rested in the crook of your neck. The tv was off and the only sorce of light was comforting from the streetlights outside though his thin curtains. As rain quietly hit the window he felt warm inside again. And it wasn’t because of the duvet, or the warm clothes, but you.

Pulling himself close to you all he wanted was to stay like this forever, and he was glad he had a day off tomorrow. Feeling confident as he was sure you were asleep he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head and mumbled

“I love you”

He was nearly asleep himself when you kisses his cheek lazily and mumbled a response. At this point he felt like he’d become one with the sun now, and he didn’t mind at all.

[softboywriting]

Both | Shawn Mendes

Summary: You and Shawn are unapologetically goofballs and you’re absolutely perfect for each other. New merchandise arrives and the two of you just have to test it out in your own special way. [fluff] [non au]

Word Count: 1k

|Masterlist In Bio|

The day the new merchandise arrives for the upcoming tour you are on set for Shawn's newest music video. The two of you have been going back and forth for months, debating whether or not to have you in the video with him. Eventually both of you decided you were confident enough in yourselves and your relationship that you were ready to do something like this.

Tension has been high on the set all day. You've been shooting for hours, going from location to location and you're finally settled down at the studio you started at. Everyone has been kind of trying to lighten the mood but it hasn't necessarily worked. Shawn is trying to get the director to listen to his ideas and he does, but he doesn't quite grasp what Shawn wants. Everyone is frustrated because the video isn't going as smoothly as planned and parts of it aren't flowing.

You head to the changing trailer and find Alissa, Andrew's assistant, has left some of the new merchandise in a bag for you with a note that has your name on it. She knew you loved to check out everything before it got finalized by the team and Shawn.

You smile to yourself. This would be a perfect way to lighten up the mood. You put on a shirt that has Shawn's name in his handwriting signed across a guitar on the front and a pair of sweatpants that have roses down the side and head for the set.

Shawn is filming a solo scene, laying on a couch in a fake living room set up. You sneak around behind the director and the sound and camera crew and stand just where Shawn can see you. It's then you start posing, dramatic arm over the face, a little exaggerated model strut, stop, pivot, and strut away. He starts laughing, waving off the cameras and calling a cut.

"Can we take a break?" He asks, getting up and going over to the director, Martin. "I just need to clear my head."

"Sure. Let's take a break and get some fresh air. Relieve some tension and regroup."

"Thanks." Shawn says and he walks over to you, a huge grin spreading across his face. It's nice. He's been in such a funk all day long he's barely looked like he's enjoyed your first video together. "Hey you," he smirks, hands going to your waist.

"Hey. Look what I found."

He looks you over. "Mmmhmm. Alissa must have brought it for you huh?"

"You knew it was coming?"

"Yeah. It arrived at Andrew's place last night and she said she was gonna bring it today."

You step back and take his hands, swinging them back and forth. "I think we need to test it."

"Oh absolutely." He grins, lifting you up with ease and carrying you to where you direct him over to the bag of stuff you brought with you from the trailer.

The first thing you do is try a few of the shirts. There's a pink one that is particularly ugly in your opinion. Now, you love pink, but this shirt was borderline salmon colored and the line art of Shawn's most recent floral tattoo is lost in it. You didn’t sit through a long as hell session with him for that tattoo not to be done justice on his merch. Next up is the hoodies. They're super soft and high quality, both with vivid coloring and embroidery. Shawn shucks his jeans and pulls on a pair of sweatpants to go with it.

"These are nice." He squats down a few times. "Real nice."

You pull on a pair and cross the empty area behind the living room set and squat down like a sumo wrestler. "So stretchy."

Shawn looks over and squats down, mimicking your pose. The two of you look like a couple of weirdos, wide squatting in the middle of an empty warehouse studio.

"We must give them the ultimate test!" Shawn laughs and starts doing an awkward crab walk forward with his legs spread wide.

You almost make it to him but you're both in tears from laughing so hard that you have to stop. You both collapse on the cold cement floor and Shawn pulls his hoodie drawstrings tight, creating a tiny hole for just his mouth.

"Kiss me." He says with his lips puckered and sticking out.

You pull your drawstrings and do the same thing with just your mouth exposed. "My love, I cannot see you!"

"Oh!" He laughs. "We must kiss our way to each other. There is no other way."

The next two minutes consists of the two of you scrambling around the floor trying to find one another blindly. When you finally do, you manage to miss his face like three times, kissing his eye and nose before your lips meet and you're cracking up laughing again.

"What are you guys doing?" Brain asks when he finds you guys behind the set being goofballs.

Shawn pulls the hoodie over his head and leans back on his elbows. "Trying out new merch."

"Quality control obviously Brian."

"Right. Well, I'm going to get lunch while you guys do...whatever this is."

"Okay bye." You laugh and wave him off. You look over to Shawn and he's got the collar of the salmon pink shirt in his mouth and one hand tucked up under the bottom hem, showing off his abs. "What the hell..."

"Am I sexy?" He asks with a choked off laugh.

"Dead sexy. The salmon really brings out your eyes." You let out a terrible little flirtatious growl like noise and he falls back laughing. You get up and peel off your hoodie, getting too hot from goofing around. "We should go get lunch while we can."

Shawn gets up and nods. "Yeah, and take the merch back to the trailer for Alissa."

You walk around in front of Shawn and he grabs your shoulder gently, turning you around to face him.

"Hold on."

"What's up?"

He smiles softly, eyes on yours. "You should keep this one." He gestures to the shirt you're wearing, one you put on out of the bag after the salmon one when you were trying on everything earlier. "My name looks good on you."

You pull the shoulder forward to glance back and see it's the one that says Mendes on the back across the shoulders like a jersey almost. "Are you just talking about the shirt or like y'know..."

He smirks and leans his head against yours. "Both."

End

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You What? | Shawn Mendes

@optimisticlandempathbagel requested: Can you make a imagine where reader gets mad after señorita comes out so reader and shawn have a huge fight and he ends up sleeping with someone he shouldn't have slept with I want there to be lots of tea and then at the ending lots and lots of fluff

A/N: I’m sorry if I ruined this...ALSO I WILL BE DOING A PART TWO (if you want it of course)

Warnings: cheating, angst? And I feel like shawn would never do this. Language

Part two here

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio!

•••

They’re just friends. They’re just friends. They’re just friends. You recited in your head as you watched the phone ring in your hand, Shawn’s name at the top making your heart beat rapidly, and not in a good way like it usually did.

But it was to late to hang up when you heard, “Hello?” Come from the speakers of the device in your hands. “(Y/n) are you there?”

You blinked and cleared your throat. “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just checking up on you, how are you?”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “Good. People are freaking out about Señorita.” On the other line, Shawn’s brows furrowed when he didn’t hear any excited squeals from you like his other releases. “Uh, I’ll see you at the hotel?” He asked as he slipped into the back of the SUV, Josiah sitting next to him.

“Mm hmm.” You hum, staring down at your feet as you trudged to the bedroom.

“Love you.” Shawn smiled, his phone pressed into his ear as he waved at some fans just outside the car.

“You too.”

And before he could say anything, you hang up.

•••

“Hi honey.” Shawn said as he closed the room door behind him. You turn your head, not moving from your seated position on the couch and give him a tight lipped smile. His face contorts in confusion. “Honey, are you okay?” He came around the couch and sat next to you, his hand moving to rest on your thigh, but you flinch away. “(Y/n) seriously what’s wrong?”

You scratch your head, avoiding his gaze. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

“Baby, if it’s bothering you so much then it’s not stupid.”

You sigh deeply, picking at your nail polish. “It’s just, you know how I feel about,” You trailed off, your fingers fidgeting in your lap.

“About what?”

“About...Camila.”

Shawn leans back on the couch and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Really (y/n)?”

You stand up and walk to the kitchen. “You know I get uncomfortable when they talk about you two-”

“(Y/n), this is ridiculous! You really think I care about what people say?” You heard him come behind you, his voice raising in anger.

You turn around and lean back on the counter. “You may not care, but I do! You know how I felt about going out with you in the first place.”

“You’re being so pitiful.”

Your eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry that I’m so insecure about myself. I’m sorry that I get so much hate because people want you with her. I’m sorry that I’m not good enough-”

“Don’t make this about yourself! You’re so jealous of everyone I hang around with!” Before you could object, he continues. “This is why no one likes you! You make everything about yourself! You worry so much about the smallest things and it’s irritating!”

“Shawn I-”

“No don’t.” He scoffs, turning to get his jacket and opening the hotel room door. “I-I gotta go.”

•••

He walked and walked until his legs were burning. He had gotten a few calls from Andrew, then Brian, but he ultimately shuts his phone off.

He walked into a small café, somewhere in the city they stopped at for the show the next day.

He watched from the inside of the building, all of the girls waiting for him outside, their phone in their hands, giggling when they realized he’s watching them.

Then one person catches his eye.

•••

He wakes up the next morning in an unfamiliar room, with an unfamiliar pressure on his chest. He looks down to see her wavy black hair, her arms on his toned middle, even breaths coming out of her chapped lips.

His eyes widen when he realizes what he’s done.

He abruptly jumps out of the bed, pulling on his clothes. She squeals from the sudden movement, rubbing her eyes to rid of the sleep. “Shawn what are you-”

“Did we just sleep together? Who the fuck are you?!” He asked as he pull up his jeans.

She bites her lip and leans back on the headboard, the sheet barely covering her chest. “I don’t know, need help remembering?” She smirked as she crawled closer to him, the sheet falling off her exposed body.

He runs out the door, his shirt left unbuttoned, shoes in his hands as he ran out the room.

•••

He leaned against the door as he closed it behind him. Finally letting out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

He walked silently through the hotel room, coming up to the bedroom, finding you sleeping peacefully on your side. He walked further into the room, and he could see your cheeks were red, as were your eyes from all the crying you did.

You started to shuffle around, and Shawn made no movement to wake you or hide. He had to face this, sooner better than later.

You slowly opened your eyes, and you flick when you see Shawn looking at you from where he was standing. You jump out of bed and run to him. “Shawn, where have you been? I’ve been worried about you!” You cradled his head, your eyes roaming his body for any sign of injury.

He shook his head, “I’m sorry, I’m okay.” He choked out, tears flooding his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your eyes filling with worry.

“Please don’t hate me.” He sobbed, his arms going around your middle as he cried into your neck.

“I could never hate you. I was wrong, I should have trusted you-”

But now you won’t because I slept with someone else. He thought.

“(Y/n) I’m so sorry, I should have never said those things to you and I’m sorry for running out. (Y/n) I-” he stopped, he couldn’t get himself to say it but he knew he should before things get worse.

“You what?” You blinked and backed away, scared of what was going to come out of his mouth.

“I’m sorry-”

“What did you do?” You asked harshly, tears brimming in your eyes for what was to come.

“I was mad and-”

“What did you do?” You sobbed.

He looked down, ashamed. “I slept with someone else.”

He cringes when he hears you cry out. He watched through his eyelashes as you fell to the floor by the foot of the bed, crying into your hands.

He goes to hold you, but you cry harder and crawl away. “This is why I always hated seeing you with someone else. Because I knew sooner or later you’d realize there’s others out there who deserve you.”

“Honey, that’s not true-”

“But it is true Shawn! No matter how much you say you love me, there will always be someone who’s better than me and I knew I’d get hurt somehow!”

“Then why are you still here?!” He yelled harshly.

She sniffed as she slowly got up and walked to the closet, taking out her luggage. “Because my love for you was so much more important than my love for myself.” She walked around the room, picking up some clothing and throwing it into the bag.

He runs up to her, grabbing her clothes and throwing them on the bed. “No don’t go. We can fix this.”

“But we can’t.” She looked him in the eyes, more tears falling down her cheeks. “You’ll be on tour for so long and I don’t know if I can’t trust you anymore.”

“No baby.”

“And,” she breathed as she threw her clothes back in the luggage. “I need to love myself, before I can love anyone else. Please, let me do that.” You looked down at the closed bag.

“When- when will I see you again?”

You shrug and pull the luggage off the bed, rolling it behind you to the door.

“I love you.” He said as he watched you open the door. You turned your head, glaring at him.

“Then you shouldn’t have cheated on me.”

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Breathe: A Blurb - Shawn Mendes x female reader!

a/n: based off this story. I just really wanted some ultimate fluff with Shawn being taken care of endlessly tbh.

Trigger warning: detailed description of panic attack and active work to come out on the other side.

When he calls her it’s not good. And he knows that she knows it’s not because he never calls this late. He does his best to be aware of the time zone changes, and to not be a hinderous on her life just because he’s halfway around the world living him dream. This time he’s only in California, and she’s in Toronto, but she might as well be on another planet. His heart is thudding so fast that he can feel it ring in his ears. He just can’t fucking catch his breath and he could have called Andrew, could have called Brian, or Cez, or any of his team that were literally on the same floor of the hotel as him. But the problem is that the moment he feels like he’s losing himself there’s no one else he’d rather call.

“Baby?” She whispers across the line, voice still deep from sleep. “What’s wrong?”

He parts his lips and tries to speak but the words don’t come. All there is is the whoosh of air past his lips. He presses his hand firmer against his chest and chokes as he starts to get even more freaked out. It was bad this time. Really bad.

He hears her sit up in bed at home and all he can picture is crawling beneath the covers and holding her tight, wanting to feel her body against his because it was the calmest senesation he could think of. Right now he was anything but calm.

“Okay. Okay, I’m here.” She murmures, voice immediately so soft it feels like a caress but so firm that it rises above the ringing in his ears. “Just listen to the sound of my voice.”

“Try to breathe in and out for me. I I know that it’s scary but listen to the tempo of mine and try and match it. I need you to remember that this only temporary. What you’re feeling right now will pass.”

She takes a deep breath and he closes his eyes and tries to replicate it. And it doesn’t come very easy. And when it doesn’t come easy he gets frustrated and it sends him all the way back to the beginning. Somehow without even asking, she just knows that it isn’t working.

“Shawn? I don’t need you to try and speak right now but do you think you can make any sound at all? I need to know how bad this is right now on a scale of one to ten. And I want you to remember what your doctor said about an accurate representation of pain or anxiety. So one being that you feel absolutely fine, and ten being that you can’t focus on anything else, that this is the worst it’s been, can you give me any indication of what’s going on?”

“T--ten. Ten.”

“Thank you. Let’s count our breathing for a little while okay? Let’s see if that helps.”

Time feels so illusive when you’re trying to remember basic bodily functions. Part of him feels like they’re there for days. The easier that breathing becomes, every time he’s able to establish a rhythm for five seconds, and then ten, and then twenty, he feels like such a piece of shit for putting her through it. It was one thing to be the rock star boyfriend who was gone half the year, but to add another layer of burden of panic attack calls in the middle of the night felt so incredibly unfair. So, when he can breathe--even though his chest still feels so incredibly tight--there’s only one thing that comes to mind to say to her.

“Sorry.” He whispered, throat tight and eyes wet with tears. “Fuck--I’m so sorry. That was embarrassing.”

“Hey don’t say that shit. There is nothing embarrassing about reaching out for help. If I ever found out that you needed me and you didn’t call because of something as stupid as what time it is, I’d kick your ass the second you got home.”

He chuckled a little bit and wiped at his eyes.

“You’re right. I just--I know that when your boyfriend who isn’t home very often calls, you might want to talk about something besides re-teaching him how to breathe.”

“Well, then you don’t know me very well, Mendes. I wanna talk about whatever makes you feel good. I just want to take care of you in whatever way is meaningful and healthy. You know that.”

His fingers grow a little tighter around his phone.

“I love you so fucking much. I can’t wait to come home to you.”

“I love you too. And I can’t wait to cuddle for hours and definitely not let you go to the gym.”

“You have no idea how good that sounds, honey l...Listen, I know it’s late, and you’ve already done so much for me but I--I don’t wanna be alone yet. Can we maybe just sit on the phone a little while longer?

“We can stay on the phone until you fall asleep. You don’t have to ask my loud mouth ass to keep talking, Shawn. Let me tell you a story about the time I skipped school to go meet the Jonas brothers, broke my ankle, and got a selfie while I was crying on the ground.”

She gets him to laugh when he was crying fifteen minutes before hand. And when she laughs and snorts his whole body lights up. He feels endlessly more present than he’d felt all day. It’s the wildest thing. She doesn’t need anything from him, doesn’t want anything but his happiness and his safety and his love. He’d give it all to her if he could, and he endlessly tries. By the time he falls asleep he’s emotionally exhausted, but the sound of her voice chases him into his dreams and it’s enough to make him sleep a little lighter.

***

The fans at the airport can tell that he’s not a hundred percent. Maybe it’s the bags beneath his eyes. Maybe his smile isn’t what it usually is. But he still takes every hug and every photo despite them not listening when he tries to explain that he really needs to get home, that he really needs to get to her. It’d been a long week. And the only thing that was gonna make any of it better was crawling into his own bed with the girl that he loved.

Sometimes he had the feeling that she knew him better than he knew himself, like she could sense his emotions before they’d even made themselves known in his own head. When she’s there at the airport braving the snow and the cameras in her sweatpants, it only affirms his theory.

He sees her and immediately runs to wrap her up in his arms. In the end it’s more like she wraps him up in her arms, and he just finds a little moment of solace in the space between her neck and shoulder where he hides his face.

“Looks like someone missed me?” She giggled.

“Too much.” He groaned squeezing her tighter. “Please let’s go home?”

“Anything you want.”

She tries to carry his suitcase and there is sure to be a video online  of him rolling the wheels back over to his grasp only for her to take it back and run off towards the exit from him knowing damn well he wasn’t about to run with his guitar case in his other hand. That woman would be the death of him. Or, she might be the only one who could keep him going. Who was keeping track.

All he knew was that the second they got into the car, she put the heater on full blast and the car smelled like her perfume. She let him lean on her shoulder while she drove and didn’t ask any questions about why he was in such a funk. She was just there for him. As if it could be that simple.

When they get home she pushes his suitcase off the side, makes him set his guitar case down, and tugs instantly at his hands.

“Come with me. Let’s take a shower.”

“Babe, I really just want to lie down.” He mumbled stumbling after her into the bedroom.

“You can sit on  your little fancy granite stool the whole time, I swear. Just a shower. For me? Please?”

So, he takes the shower. Really he just sits there on the edge of the little built in chair, and watches her instead. The water is hot enough that the whole room fills steadily with steam, but it doesn't stop him from being able to see the rounded curve of where her ass meets her thigh, or the absolutely delightful way her hair curls when it gets wet. He just wanted to hold her. Or--preferably--her hold him. If a shower is what it takes to get there, then that’s what he’ll do.

She reached up on her toes to grab the removable shower head and his eyes get caught on the way her calves flex. He almost doesn’t notice her coming towards him until the water begins to hit his chest.

“What are you doin’?” He sighs softly, a smile coming tiredly to his lips.

She turns those big old eyes on him and slightly pouts her lip as if he could ever put up a fight when it came to her.

“Wanna take care of you. Can I?”

He quite hated feeling like a burden on other people, and usually he always tried to take care of things on his own. But, the truth of the matter was he was struggling. He was tired and a little sad, and even if he didn’t know why those things were happening he had to believe that she just wanted to take care of him because she loved him, or he might never make it through the day.

She washes his hair for him. At first he thinks she’s just trying to get all of the greasy product out, but when she picks up his shampoo and steps between his legs his heart beats a little softer for her. Her fingers are gentle and soothing as she massages his scalp. He finds himself closing his eyes, fingers relaxed against his thighs. It feels so incredibly comforting.No one but his mum had ever washed his hair before, and somehow this feels a little different than his spiderman toys in the bathroom while his mum tried to get him to sit still.

He gets to just be for a minute, focusing on nothing more than the pleasure of her nails against his scalp. She must sense how good it feels because she scratches and rubs much longer than he ever would in the shower. Eventually it just becomes a massage on his head and he releases a sigh that feels bone deep in him.

When she rinses the shampoo out and he can finally open his eyes, he just looks at her. And she smiles at him and taps his chin like she’s not everything to him. Like the love that she shows him isn’t insurmountable.

“I love you.” He whispered kissing her palm. “Thank you.”

“I love you too, Shawn. Always.”

They stumble out of the shower and dry themselves off pulling on the bare minimum of clothing before quickly getting into bed. He doesn’t even had to ask. She simply opens her arms and legs and lets him nestle himself perfectly on top of her. Her chest is soft and he can hear the even rhythm of her heartbeat  against his ear. It’s the most calm he’s felt in days.

“I missed you so much.” He sighed gripping the material of her shirt in his fingers.

She runs her nails in soothing rhythm along his back and he practically purs at the feeling of it.

“I missed you too. When you called last night? I actually couldn't sleep. I just had a feeling that something was off. It’s so hard to be away from you and not know what’s going on.”

“I know what you mean. Like that time when your mom was sick and I didn’t know what was going on, but something just felt off, so I called to check in?  I think we might be on another wavelength.”

“Well at least it has its upsides. If I’m gonna be worried sick, I’d rather be able to help you through when you need someone. You can always call me. You know that right?” She murmured rubbing her fingers through his hair.

He nodded softly against her chest. “I know. I just don’t like making you have to do it all the time. I should--I’ve gotta get a handle on it myself sometime.”

“Why? Where’s this rule that says you have to go through this shit alone, Shawn? You think you have to take the world onto your shoulders and you just don’t. And no one wants you too. I would rather you call me seven days out of the week at three am than you try and figure this shit out by yourself. We’re supposed to be a team, remember?”

“We are a team. We are.” He murmured sitting up just enough to look her in the eyes. “Please don’t be angry with me. I’m just trying to make sure I don’t rely on you all the time. Even if you’re willing it doesn’t mean that I should. You can’t always be there, babe. You can’t. It’s impossible.”

She huffed gently beneath her breath. “I’m not angry with you. I just think sometimes...sometimes you take on too much. And you don’t really let me in until it’s already gotten on top of you. I just wanna help.”

“Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll try and do better. I just know that no one’s ever taken care of me like you do. No one’s ever loved me the way that you do. I just want to give it back to you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Just come here and let me love you.” She whined.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close enough to kiss him. His body felt like jelly against hers and it was all because of her ability to make him feel completely at ease in his own skin. Her love and her tenderness and her passion was everything to him. He falls asleeps in their bed, lying right there on her chest, and it’s the kind of comfort he could never buy no matter how many records he sold. It was simply her. Just her. And God was he lucky to have her. And maybe, just maybe he actually deserved her kindness, her love, her everything. Maybe.

[t-lostinworlds]

Found You (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: So since this amazing person known as @fourtristattoos is having this amazing festival, I thought I’d support and have a little participation too. Also wanted to try and write some dad!shawn sooo yeah, this is my first ever dad!shawn fic. And this ended up longer than expected lol. I hope you guys like it! <3

Summary: Shawn thinks it’s just a coincidence, but when his son seems to bump into you ever so often, he starts to think otherwise.

Prompts: 

"Look at you, so big and tall, bet you're real proud of yourself, huh?"

"Pick that up and put it in the cart, please." 

"I finally found you"

Warnings: Fluff and Typos

Word Count: 6.2k

Masterlist in Bio

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"Buddy be careful!" Shawn exclaimed, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he watched his 4 year old son sprint towards the little playground his grandparents had in their backyard.

It was built just a couple of months ago, a gift for their first grandchild as Karen and Manny had said, their grandchild who was so spoiled to bits by his grandpa and grandma.

"He's fine Shawn. Don't be such a dad." Aaliyah teased as she ran towards her nephew, a big smile on her face once she reached the little guy, him erupting in giggles, excited to see his favorite aunt play all day with him.

"Well I am dad so I will worry all I want." Shawn huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched two of his favorite people in the world, laughing and enjoying as they ran up and down the slide, a smile breaking into his own lips, feeling so giddy and happy with the scene in front of him.

The sun rose high today in Pickering, the smell of grass and fresh air so soothing to Shawn in the best way possible, the cool air blowing on his skin just enough to make him sigh in pure content to be back home again.

"He's a beautiful child you know. You've raised him well." Shawn looked beside him to see his mother smiling widely at him, giving his arm a soft squeeze before casting her eyes back at the beautiful boy who was giggling loudly as his aunt Liyah pushed him gently on the swing.

Shawn wrapped an arm around his mother's shoulder, pulling her into a side hug and placing a soft kiss on top of her head. "Couldn't have done it without your help mum." A soft 'aww' escaped Karen's lips, her small hand rubbing circles on his back as she rested her weight onto her son, who was once his little boy, and now, has a little boy of his own.

What Shawn said was true. He couldn't have raised Angelo the best way possible, without the help of his parents.

Angelo Nathan Mendes.

The name of Shawn's sunshine, his everything, his angel.

It was rough having him when he was still so young since 22 wasn't exactly Shawn's ideal age on becoming a dad, and also given the fact that career wise, it wasn't the greatest idea. But what happened, happened and he was still thankful for it given that he now has such an adorable boy in his life, his son.

The moment Shawn found out that he was going to be a father, it wasn't exactly as joyous as he'd hope it to be. Only being with her for only a couple of months, it was an idiotic move of Shawn for not being extra careful but he kept a positive mindset, telling himself that this was a blessing in disguise. He thought she'd be happy too, just as he was, scared but happy nonetheless, but what Shawn got was the exact opposite.

At first she wanted to get rid of it off the bat, saying how she wasn't ready to be a mother, blaming him for ruining the future she has planned for herself, but after weeks of reassurance and begging from him, she finally gave in. Shawn was glad tour was over that time so he was able to disappear from the public eye to take great care of her, made her feel like a queen.

They've also managed to keep it on the down low the whole time, the fact that they haven't gone public helped in the greatest bit. Shawn telling the world that he was making an album during his disappearance to lessen the suspicion, to derive everyone from finding out what was actually going on. But of course he wasn't lying fully since he can never stop making music, and with him only posting bits of snaps from him in the studio, no one knew that he was actually going to be a father.

They were okay for the 9 months she's carried their child, Shawn expecting her to fall in love with being a mother as time goes by, that they'd be a happy family after everything, but what he didn't expect was that she'd leave right after Angelo was born, gone in a flash and leaving him to raise his child all on his own.

Shawn didn't bother to try and get a hold of her. She already made it clear that she wanted no part of it, even from the very start, so he lets her be. Angelo doesn't deserve that kind of woman in his life anyway, Shawn always wondering what he saw in her and how he ended up with someone like her in the first place.

However, Shawn knew he couldn't hide his secret for much longer. Sooner or later, people are going to get very suspicious on why he decided to extend his break for another year. Fans were getting worried, news outlets were starting to create false theories, and his career image was slowly turning sideways as the media keeps pushing that he was on drugs or something in the likes of.

So when his boy turned one and a half, Shawn posted this photo on his Instagram:

shawnmendes: My little boy, Angelo Mendes.

Let's just say Shawn broke the internet more so than when he released that Calvin Klein ad.

People were shock, happy, confused, surprised and everything in between. Then the questions on who the mother was started rolling in. Shawn never gave out a name, knowing how people are going to drag her especially if they find out what actually happened, he wouldn't do that her even if she wasn't in his good books. Shawn only stating that he was happy and content, that it was just him and his boy, and wherever she was right now, he wishes the best for her.

"Has he asked about that girl yet?" Karen asked, venom laced in her voice, still refusing to refer to her as 'Angelo's mom' but Shawn knew who she was talking about, the expression on his mother's face just says it all.

"Yeah, once."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him that she's somewhere out there. Then he just forgot about it instantly." Shawn chuckled, but a heavy feeling settled in his heart. He knew Angelo was going to ask more and more questions about his mom as he grows older, and Shawn doesn't know how to tell him the truth without breaking the little boy's heart.

Shawn doesn't want him to think that something was wrong with him that's why she left, or that he wasn't loved enough by his own mother for her to stay with them. Shawn is dreading that day to be honest, the day he's going to tell him about what really happened.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure he'll be fine. He's loved enough by you and more." Karen reassured as if she's read his mind, Shawn smiling down at her, grateful to have her every step of the way, from helping him learn how to change diapers to the secret of tucking a bouncing ball of energy to bed.

"Also, you need to get back on dating Shawn, you need a girlfriend." A groan erupted out of the curly boy's mouth, eyes rolling as he shook his head at what his mother had said. "What? I'm serious! You're not going to be 26 forever, date while you're still young."

"I'm happy as is mum. Angelo is all I need, you guys are all I need. I don't need to find a girlfriend, if someone is out there for me, then she'll come. Besides I don't think Angelo is old enough to understand. I don't want to confuse him by having a girl and then if we break up she'd be gone. It's too stressful. Not to mention I don't have the time."

"Well you've been avoiding every girl that comes your way, how do you know you're not avoiding the one?" Shawn lets out a defeated sigh. It was true though, he has been avoiding every girl. He just doesn't want to be bothered anymore, with his career, tour, his son, he just doesn't think he'd be able to find the time to have a girlfriend and treat her like she deserves.

Plus, not most people have the patience to be with someone with an extremely hectic life. A career like his, and a child added in the mix, most girls just don't want that in their lives.

"Besides, I think Angelo would want you to have someone. You've taken great care of him, I think it's time you find someone who will take great care of you too." Karen gave her son a sweet smile, only wanting nothing more than for him to have the best in life, and to have someone who'd be there for him and Angelo, his other half if you will.

"I'm okay mum. We're okay. And wherever the person I meant to be with, she'll come in her own time."

"But don't you think it's time to stop waiting and start looking?" Karen pressed, raising an eyebrow at Shawn with a knowing look. He only shook his head with a laugh. "No, it's not. Plus, I can't just be with any girl out there. My little man has to approve too you know."

"Hmm, maybe Angelo will be the one who'd find her for you since you're too lazy to do it. You know what they say, kids have a special sense."

Shawn couldn't help but roll his eyes, but before he could tell her mother that the theory is highly unlikely, a small voice interrupted them.

"Dada look! Look at me!" Shawn's heart grew ten times its size when he casted his eyes at his son, standing at the top of the tower with a wide smile, accompanied by his uncontrollable giggles as Aaliyah held him around the waist to make sure he doesn't fall off.

"Look at you, so big and tall, bet you're real proud of yourself, huh?" Shawn jogged over to them, now looking up at Angelo with a wide grin, the little boy's short tuff of hair getting on his face as the wind blows past it, but his smile never did waver

He loves it when he sees his son happy. Nothing can ever beat the feeling of hearing just seeing that precious smile every day. Shawn thought going on stage and playing his song all across the world would be his ultimate feeling of being high on life, but he was proven wrong the moment he saw Angelo smile. That feeling will always be Shawn's greatest high and more.

"I'm just like Dada! Tall and stwong and bwave!" Angelo roared, his cute little face all scrunched up as he gritted teeth, the beautiful sound of Shawn's laughter following suit.

"But are you brave enough to jump from up there bud?" Shawn challenged, walking a bit closer as he positioned himself on the right spot, giving Aaliyah a small nod to let her loosen his grip on the boy before smiling back up at him.

"Yes I am! Im'ma jump!" He huffed, but when he looked down, his little smile faltered.

"Come on buddy, Dada will catch you. I always will." Shawn reassures, opening up his arms. Angelo looked at his father and his smile came right back, this time even brighter with pure love and trust in his eyes and Shawn felt his heart skip a beat.

The little boy jumped with a squeal, Shawn catching him easily with a joyous laugh of his own, spinning him around as he smothered his tiny face with kisses.

The image in itself deserved its own museum, the love and bond of father and son too strong and powerful that no other could ever compare, but a little part of Shawn wished there was someone else with them, someone who could add more light to the picture, someone who'd treat them both with as much love as they would her, someone who could complete their little family.

Shawn couldn't help but think about his mother's words,

"Angelo will be the one who'd find her for you."

***

"Okay bud, get your favorite cereal and daddy will be right here on the opposite shelf okay?" The boy grinned widely with an excited nod, Shawn ruffling his hair with a chuckle before letting his son scour the shelves. Angelo already knew what he needed to do since Shawn has taken him grocery shopping every time. He knew were to get his favorite cereal, so when Shawn heard a box fall on the floor, he expected that the little boy found what he was looking for.

"Pick that up and put it in the cart, please." Shawn said, never letting his eyes leave the shelf of the packets of oatmeal, but when he didn't hear a response, his brows furrowed. "Angelo?" Shawn stood up straight, eyes scanning the aisle, the panic in him growing when he couldn't find his son. "Shit."

Shawn sprinted to the end of the aisle, looking both ways for any sign of the little boy, but he didn't need to look that far when he heard his little voice just by the next aisle.

"Hi! You so pwetty. Are you my momma?"

"Angelo!" Shawn's eyes grew wide as he heard what he just said, jogging towards his son but immediately slowing himself down when the girl his son was talking with knelt to his height with a bright smile, and Shawn could've sworn his heart stopped for a second.

"You are the sweetest, but no buddy, I'm not your momma." She stated gently with a soft giggle, giving Angelo's arm a soft squeeze. A soft 'oh okay' escaped the boys lips, and Shawn can hear the disappointment in it, his heart breaking for his boy, but before he could intrude, she spoke again,

"But I'm sure wherever she is right now, she's so lucky and proud to have a beautiful and sweet boy like you." Shawn couldn't help but swoon at her words, a smile growing on his face as he stared at the woman adoringly, but he quickly shook his head, are you seriously crushing on someone you don't know right now?

"Hi, I am so sorry. He doesn't usually run off like that, and he doesn't usually ask strangers that question out of the blue either." Shawn lets out a shy chuckle, scratching the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed, but she only gave him a wide smile, standing up to her full height as Shawn grabbed Angelo's hand, the boy smiling up at the two adults as if he knows something they don't.

"Oh no, it's okay really. Are you his dad?"

"Uh yeah, I'm Shawn." Shawn reached a hand out, a light blush growing on his face once she took it, her hands are so soft.

"(Y/N). Anyway, I have to get going; I'll see you around."

"Bye (Y/N)!" The young one exclaimed in delight, his little hand raised as he gave her a wave goodbye, a cute giggle coming out of her when she waved back. "Bye Angelo."

She and Shawn locked eyes for a moment, her flashing him a bright smile with a curt nod before turning on her heel and walking away, his eyes lingering on her back until he was staring at the space where she disappeared, finding it hard to wipe the grin off his face.

"She's so pwetty Dada."

"Yeah, she's something."

(Y/N).

Shawn wonders if he'll ever see her again.

***

"Okay, stay put while I order you some ice cream." The sweater covered boy nodded at his father with a smile, Shawn already picturing his mother, Karen, shaking her head at him for giving into his son's wishes. It was quite chilly out in Toronto, the park they were at only having a handful of people due to the weather, a clear sign that an ice cream isn't exactly a good idea, but how can Shawn say no when Angelo's all pouty and cute?

"Thanks man." Shawn paid for the ice creams, knowing that him and his son would be sitting on a bench somewhere while people watching, looking down only to find Angelo gone. "Oh fuck, not again." The dad groaned, utterly confused and worried as he started searching for his son, not knowing why Angelo seems to run off recently.

He's never been like this before, always scared to be far from his dad when they go out, but now, he seemed to have grown the courage to just walk away to somewhere, or rather someone.

"Angelo! Hi buddy." Shawn almost had a whiplash when he turned around at the sound of his son's name, and not to mention the sound of a familiar voice. Shawn blinked a couple times, his lips slightly parted as he couldn't believe his eyes when it landed on her.

She looked even cuter when she's all bundled up with a comfy coat and a scarf to match his, a wide smile painted on her face as she gave his son a soft and gentle hug. Shawn was so enthralled by her that he didn't notice them approaching, his little boy's hand engulfed in hers.

"Shawn." She greeted, her smile not wavering. Shawn found it odd how he seemed to be so captivated by her given the fact that he knows nothing about her and this is only the second time they've met. She just has this aura around her that he finds himself wondering what more could there be to this simple girl his son seems to run off to.

"Hey, it's you again."

"Yup, your son seemed to remember me."

"I mean, a beautiful girl like you is hard to forget." The words slipped out of Shawn's mouth before he could even stop himself, his cheeks turning crimson as he lets out an awkward chuckle.

(Y/N) couldn't stop herself from blushing as well, looking down at the boy by her side with curios eyes since he was sporting an oddly wide grin, before turning her eyes back to the father. "Uh, thank you."

"Dada can (Y/N) eat ice scweam with us?" Angelo butted in before Shawn could say another word, wondering what is going on inside this 4 year old's head.

"I uh, you can join us if you want, but you don't have to! I mean if you're busy it's okay, I don't want to ruin any of your plans." He rambled as he flashed her a small smile, because as much as Shawn doesn't mind, it wasn't really up to him. Maybe she's with someone, or maybe she has somewhere to get to.

"Sure, a little ice cream in this chilly weather probably won't hurt." She shot Shawn a knowing wink, a soft giggle escaping her lips before she looked down at the little boy, missing the way Shawn's cheeks turned even redder when she did that.

She really is something.

"Why don't you get your ice cream from your dad and come with me while I buy mine?" She spoke softly, Angelo letting out a squeal of joy, grabbing up at Shawn for his ice cream and then then dragging her back to the little ice cream shop.

Shawn watched in awe as the two walked away, his heart thumping in his chest loud and fast just seeing Angelo walk hand in hand with (Y/N) as she says something that made the little boy's laugh ring in the air.

What's with this girl that Angelo seems to be extremely comfortable with her in so little time? Shawn knew it probably wasn't the best idea to let his son walk with a person they know nothing about. But Angelo never just talks to random people, let alone actually walk up to them, and part of Shawn thinks there more to this than what actually meets the eye.

"Hey Shawn, you coming with us or what?" Shawn shook his head with a blink, chuckling to himself before jogging up towards the two of them before they were on the way on finding a good spot in the park where they can people watch.

The three sat on a bench, green trees dancing around them as the chilly wind of Toronto blew pass it leaves, the once still water of the little pond situated in front rippling, followed by the sound of laughter erupting out (Y/N)'s lips as Shawn tells her another dad joke, saying that he gets a pass now since he's technically a dad.

The two hit it off pretty quickly, having a conversation like they've known each other for some time, from the outside looking in, it would've looked liked a family, casually enjoying their time at a park bench, the little one who was sat in the middle smiling brightly at the two adults, sometimes chiming in his two sense in the conversation even if sometimes, he has no idea what they're talking about.

"Oh god, I need a breather." (Y/N) stuttered out as soon as she calmed down from her laughter all while wiping the tears from under her eyes. Shawn smiled proudly at himself, heart warm with his cheeks flushed ever since he heard her laugh the first time around. It was very uncommon for him to find someone extremely attractive in such a short time, but whatever this is, Shawn knows there has to have some kind of reason.

"Oh no, something came up, I need to go." Shawn didn't realize that his smile visibly dropped at her words until (Y/N) tilted her head to the side and gave him a curios look, her lips pursed as she try to contain her smile.

Shawn quickly looked away as he bit his bottom lip, chuckling to himself at how much he's being a teenager right now.

(Y/N) found it so cute how flushed his cheeks was getting, her heart beating rapidly against her rib cage but she maintained a calm composure on the outside, thinking that her younger self would have been fainting right there on the spot.

Of course she knew who he was, being that there was a huge billboard of his face on the highway, and his songs playing on the radio more than once, how can she not?

She was also a huge fangirl a while back, but, life happened. She grew up, moved on, and kinda distanced herself from the world behind the computer screen as she tries to be more present in the real world.

And Shawn knows too, that she knows about his career and all that jazz, it was one of the things they've talked about during their conversation, but none of them changed the way they see each other as they carried on, having a person to person interaction and nothing more.

(Y/N) stood up with a smile, Shawn mirroring her actions as they faced each other, ready to bid their goodbyes.

"It was nice hanging out with you." Shawn stood there awkwardly, not knowing if he should go for the hug or the hand shake, but before he could decide, she only nodded and said, "Yeah you too." then she was kneeling down to Angelo's height, her smile wide and bright as she raised her hand for a high five, Angelo connecting there palms with a cute giggle.

"Bye Angelo."

"Bye bye (Y/N)"

"I'll see you two around." And with that, (Y/N) stood back up, gave Shawn a smile and walked away again, a nagging voice inside Shawn's head telling him that he was forgetting something, that he's supposed to chase after her and asked for something, the nagging voice quickly turning into words by his one and only son.

"Dada why you not get her number?" Shawn looked down at the boy fully amused, brows furrowed with his mouth slightly parted.

"Bud, you're 4, what do you know about getting a girl's number?"

"I dunno. Uncle Brian said if she's pretty and you like her, you get her number." Shawn couldn't help but laugh. Of course, who else would Angelo get that from?

"Let's go home buddy."

Shawn wasn't sure if he was ready to date yet. That was the main reason why he didn't get her number. He doesn't know if he will ever be ready to try and have a girlfriend again, he's been single for 4 years, and a part of him is scared about how it will ended up.

Not only that, what if Angelo gets too attached to her and they don't work out in the long run? That would be another big problem Shawn doesn't want to face.

Yeah he does feel some kind of connection with her, but what if she isn't the one? What if them meeting up because of Angelo was just a coincidence?

Well, Shawn used to think that it was just coincidence, until it happened the third time around.

It was one early Saturday morning when Shawn decided to take Angelo out for breakfast, opting for that little café down the street. The sun rays were bright, the sound of a bell ringing when Shawn pulled the door open for his boy, the little one jogging inside and going straight for the counter.

Shawn was ordering their food when he heard the bell sound off again, turning around instinctively, Shawn expected someone to walk in, but his eyes grew wide when he saw Angelo walk out of the cafe, his little figure coming to view by the glass window.

"Shit!" Shawn was in a sprint in a matter of seconds, yanking the door open in a rush that it would've come off its hinges.

"Angelo get back here!" He called out, chasing the now running boy as fast as he could because even though with tiny legs, the little boy seemed to have gone farther than he expected. Shawn's heart thumped even faster when he saw his son round up the corner of the street, disappearing completely from his sight.

"Oh god." Shawn's panic grew, thinking that when he reaches that corner, Angelo would be nowhere to be seen, that he'd be too late and his son would be lost in this huge city.

Making a sharp turn, Shaw came to a complete stop just in time to see Angelo reach for a strangers hand, the girl stopping in confusion when he felt someone grab at her, but when she looked down, her eyes grew wide in shock, same as Shawn when he saw her face.

"No way."

(Y/N)'s gaze snapped at Shawn's voice, eyes staring at him in pure confusion as she looked down at he boy who was grinning like he didn't just give his father a heart attack.

"He ran off again?" She asked teasingly, taking in how Shawn seemed to be out of breath, little beads of sweat on his forehead glistening under the morning sun.

"Give me a sec." Shawn panted, hands resting on his knees as he tried to regain his breathing. Not that he was out of shape, but running wit your heart beating so fast out of fear that you might have lost your son would definitely knock the breath out of you.

"We got to stop meeting like this Shawn." She giggled, shaking her head at the dad who inhaled deeply before standing straight up with a huge exhale, and when Shawn finally took in her appearance, he felt like he couldn't breathe again.

It was obvious that she just went on an early morning jog, with hair up in a ponytail, tights hugging her legs paired with an equally tight tank top and running shoes, Shawn just couldn't seem to take his eyes off her.

Boy he was crushing so hard.

"I swear this doesn't always happen. But when it does, it's always you he finds." Shawn blurted, eyes leaving hers as it looked with his young man, was still smiling widely, eyes going back in forth between the two adults.

"Huh, what a coincidence." (Y/N) marveled, looking at Shawn with a curios glance.

I think not. Shawn knew that there was some kind of meaning behind this, maybe it's a sign that he should try it with her and see where it goes, and judging by the way Angelo seems to brighten up at the sight of her, Shawn knew it definitely was worth a shot.

"And you young man, stop giving your dad a hard time." She giggled, kneeling down to ruffle Angelo's little tuff of hair, the boy giggling a soft 'I'm sowwy' before sprinting towards his dad and hugging his legs.

"It's alright bud, just don't do it again." Shawn chuckled, giving his son a soft squeeze, and a kiss on top of his head, the sight making (Y/N)'s heart warm as she watched the two boys with adoration in her eyes.

She looked down with shake of her head, feeling like she was intruding with their moment, "Well, I better get going, I'll see you two around."

"Wait." (Y/N) stopped in heat tracks, turning back around to see Shawn walking up towards her, a nervous smile on his lips as his hand scratched the back of his neck while the other was interlaced with the little boy by his side.

"I uh, can I have you number? I'd like to see you again. Like not in this way where I always loss Angelo." Shawn chuckled shyly, cheeks all flush and (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the man.

"Of course." She smiled brightly, Shawn seeming to find her even more gorgeous every time she does.

And with an exchange of contacts, they were waving goodbye again, but this time, Shawn was sure he'll be seeing her again.

"Finally." Angelo mumbled, Shawn completely taken aback by his son's comment, shaking his head with a scoff he said, "What do you mean finally?"

"You take so long to get her number Dada."

Shawn rolled his eyes, trying his best to wrap his mind that his son was four but he was already judging Shawn's game with girls. But nonetheless, Shawn was grateful for his son, because after that little encounter, (Y/N) and him grew closer, and Shawn felt happy to have someone by his side who not only understands his lifestyle, but also cares about Angelo as much as he does.

Months of dating turned into a year, her being such an amazing and supportive girlfriend that Shawn just keeps falling deeper and deeper in love with her. She's always there for both boys no matter what the cause, whether be it on tour or back at Shawn's condo when the three of them are all huddled up on the couch watching whatever Disney movie there was.

Karen loved her right off the bat when they met at Angelo's 5th birthday. The lovely woman knowing that (Y/N) fits perfectly with the two boys just by seeing the three of them together, it was like a picture perfect family, the joy and love radiating off of them that anyone close by would always have a smile on their faces.

It was when Shawn saw her in be with his family that he knew she was for keeps. Just seeing her laugh and bond with his mum, having inside jokes with Aaliyah, and even bond over sports with his dad, Shawn couldn’t have asked for a perfect girl in his life.

Shawn knew that he wanted (Y/N) for the long run, he was madly in love with her that he can see nothing else but a future with her. Shawn was deep into the hole that he knew he can never turn back. More so when he caught the little conversation Angelo and she had one Monday night.

It's been a week since (Y/N) finally decided to officially move in with them, and as she always does, she tucking Angelo into bed as Shawn cleaned up the toys that was littered in the living room, finishing just in time that when he walked towards Angelo's room, he heard the little boy's voice speak,

"(Y/N), will you be my momma?" Angelo questioned out of the blue with a tired smile, a tiny yawn following suit as he eyed the girl with hopeful eyes, (Y/N) halting her movements as she looked at the boy in complete surprise, heart racing as it was the first time Angelo's brought up that word.

She sat down gently on the edge of his bed, the little boy sporting his matching blue pajama set while he was well tucked underneath the cover. Her hand reaching out, she flashed the boy a bright smile, hand coming up to cup his cheek, her touch soft and gentle, just as a mother's should.

"I'll be whoever you want me to be bud." She stated gently, Shawn watching by the door with a huge grin on his face, the sight doing nothing but melting his heart over and over.

"I want you to be my Momma, Dada wants you to be my Momma too." (Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle, her heart warm and fuzzy as he looked at the young boy with so much love like he was her own. She loved Angelo with all her heart and she would gladly take a bullet for the young one anytime, just as much with the boy's dad.

"Is that so?"

"Hmm, are you my momma now?" (Y/N) smiled, recalling the first words Angelo said to her when they first met, back at the grocery store. She looked behind her when she heard the door creak, seeing Shawn leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, a wide grin on his lips as he gave (Y/N) a knowing nod, the girl giving Shawn an equally wide smile before turning her attention back to Angelo.

"Yes Angelo, I'm your Momma now." She whispered, Angelo's face lighting up more than ever before at her words as he jolted up and threw his arms around her neck, giving her the warmest embrace she has ever felt in her life, an embrace that made her feel welcomed, made her feel loved, and it took everything in her strength to keep the tears at bay.

"Good night momma, I love you." The little boy whispered as he went straight back to bed, eyes slowly fluttering close with the smile still on his lips. (Y/N) leaned down, her soft lips connecting with his forehead as she whispered back, "I love you too angel." With as soft sigh of content, she stood up, reaching over to Angelo's beside table to turn on his lamp, a cute little spinning one that illuminated the room with the shapes of moons and stars. She gave the boy one last glance before turning on her heel towards the door, her man smiling widely at her as he flicked the main light off, closing the door gently behind once she joined him outside.

(Y/N) didn't go that far down the hall when Shawn was quick to wrap his arms around her waist, turning her around with his head dipping as he captured her lips in his, a soft giggle coming out of her as she kissed him back immediately, her fingers getting lose in the curls in the back of his head, Shawn grinning wide at the beautiful sound, at the beautiful girl in his arms.

"I finally found you. Finally found the one." He whispered against her lips, a soft sigh of content leaving his lips as he pulled away, pressing his forehead against hers for him to look at her in the eyes, pure love swimming in his brown orbs. (Y/N) bit her lips with a knowing look, eyebrow raised as she shook her head lightly at the man she was so in love with.

"You didn’t find me mister, Angelo did, don't take the credit." Shawn laughed, but didn't bother to argue, it was true after all.

"Fine, I won't. But thank you (Y/N), thank you for completing my–well, our family." (Y/N) nudged the tip of her nose with his, eyes staring back in his with equally as much love as his show, "I'm honored to be a part of it." Shawn was quick to press his lips against hers again, him taking a sharp inhale of breath as he took her in, so happy to have her in his life, in both his and Angelo's lives.

"Say, should we try and give Angelo a younger sibling?" Shawn added cheekily, teeth nipping gently at her bottom lip as his hands slowly went down to cup her bum. (Y/N) giggled, "I don't see why not." She winked, Shawn wasting no time as he hoisted her up with ease with a deep chuckle, a small squeal escaping her lips with her legs wrapping around his waist securely as Shawn carried her to the bedroom, ready to make her feel all his love, in more ways than one.

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1.Who is the most affectionate?

Aaaahhh they both have their moments; this is difficult. I wanna say they’re fairly evenly matched, with Akira barely coming out on top. Unless Ryuji really wants to bug Morgana during a (supposed to be) lazy hangout session then he’ll really bump up the affection. Lots of cuddle sessions, and when out and about or just doing whatever, Ryuji’ll often sling an arm around Akira, play footsies, push his bangs back, or grab his hand; whereas Akira is more likely to lean/lay on Ryuji, ruffle his hair, and boop his nose.

3.Most common argument?

Okay, I lied, THIS one is hard. I feel like a little, sillier one would be“DUDE you gotta READ/DO THIS THING” “Naw, I prefer listening to you read/talk about it bc it’s more fun” “Oh come on, just do it!” “Make me!”

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

Just hangin’ around reading manga or playing games. Watching a movie? Really anything as long as they’re together.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

I think Akira kinda always knew and just wanted to be around Ryuji and make him happy, not totally sure if Ryuji swung that way.

Ryuji would try to be close/be more touchy and keep telling Akira how much he appreciated him and telling him how great he is.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Of course, it depends on the situation, but more the most part, Ryuji. That’s not to say he can’t be gentle if he wants to.

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Definitely Ryuji, when it comes to biological parents. However, if Sojiro doesn’t find out himself (and possibly say something), Akira would be more likely to go first. When it comes to telling the cru, they do it together, but ultimately it’s Akira.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Ryuji’s mama would cry out of happiness bc her baby boy is happy, and she ADORES Akira. She had a hunch, anyway. There would be a special dinner made, or maybe they would go out to welcome Akira to the family.Sojiro is happy for them both (they’re both good kids who deserve to be happy), but plays it off cool. “Oh? Well, that’s neat, good luck. Just don’t get into any trouble.”The group is excited and feel like FINALLY! Morgana, even though he doesn’t act it as much, is still happy for them. Of course, Ryuji still bugs him, and vice versa, but he really does care. I feel like there would be a celebration. These kids sure do love to celebrate.

26. What would be their theme song?

Y’know, I hear a lot of songs and think ”hmm maybe”. But the two that stick out the most are “There’s Nothing Holding Me Back” By Shawn Mendes and “Better Place” by Rachel Platten

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

Even though they are sure to constantly show the other how uch they love them and will be patient and there to help, there will be times for both of them where their self-esteem/self-worth is so low (probably from something in their past) where they will hate themselves and think they don’t deserve this amazing, perfect, gorgeous boyfriend they have and the other one is just like?????? No this won’t do bc it’s YOU who are amazing, prefect, and gorgeous, believe me. Don’t listen to the sounds of your past. I feel like this would happen to Ryuji a little more though.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

They cook for each other. A lot. A little thing here and there, or a really big romantic dinner! Yeah, Akira is really good at curry and a couple things, but I feel Ryuji would know how to cook a lot more. And he’s good. I feel like a lot of time Ryuji is up earlier, so he’ll make breakfast sometimes.Make a lunch or a lil goodie bag “Sweets for my sweet” And whEN THEY COOK TOGETHER IT’S JUST PURE FLUFF BC THEY’LL TRY TO COOK NORMALLY BUT ONLY GET SO FAR UNTIL ONE OF THEM STARTS BACK HUGGING OR TOSSING SMALL BITS OF FOOD AT THE OTHER

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2. While writing angst, what three songs would you listen to to give it that ultimate angsty feel? Smile by Michael Jackson; Blessing, a song I sang in choir that's based off of an Irish prayer, and All I Ask by Adele but the Bruno Mars cover.3. While writing fluff, what three songs would you listen to to give it that ultimate fluffy feel? Lucky by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillet, I Like Me Better by Lauv, and Lost in Japan by Shawn Mendes.5. What is your specialty as a fanfic writer?According to Zoe, I write great rom-coms??? So I guess that???

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Because I love wwyitm - could you maybe do a blurb about the story in the song?

Where were you in the morning

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Word Count: ~769

Warning ⚠️: Angst,fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

A/N: Gonna go back to studying after this. But thought it would be a nice idea to share a little something since the weekend is near. Enjoy guys!

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The warm morning sun peeks through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the half-open curtains allowing the sun rays to reach the bedroom. Shawn lays naked under the thin drape of a plain white sheet, one hand on his bare chest, the other one sprawled out to the side of the bed.

He rolls over to the other side, looking forward to seeing you. But instead, he woke up to a side of a cold bed with crumpled sheets. However, the smell of your perfume still lingers in the air, as well as the makeup smeared on the pillowcase.

It’s the first thing he notices when he wakes slowly, opening his eyes, and with each drawn breath, he gradually senses his whole surroundings.

It was just him laying on the bed, perplexed as to why he was waking up alone, and mind replayed several flashbacks from the night before.

He remembered the bitter taste of the whiskey as it passed over his lips, trailing down through his chest, and how the low hum from the jukebox was playing in the corner of the bar.

He remembered how the conversation flowed effortlessly between the two of you, and it didn’t take long for the minutes to slide into hours.

He remembered sitting with you in the back of the taxi, his hand finding yours. His fingers lace with yours, and you gently squeeze them as you both head to his apartment.

He remembered you appreciating how the cityscape twinkled even in the late hours. He remembered sharing a warm cup of hot chocolate with you and debating how pancakes taste better than waffles, but ultimately agreeing that both go well as long as they are drizzled with a good amount of maple syrup and with the right company, all the worries in the world would somehow fade away at that moment.

His eyes wandered back to the ceiling at the thought of you being next to him, right next to him. Preferably, he would like to share that breakfast with you and talk about how everything would be enveloped from there.

He remembered how the two of you had been stumbling and kissing your way to his bed.

He remembered leaving splattered kisses all along your thighs, leaving a long one in the middle of your underwear, right where you needed him most. He remembered the way your thighs twitch over his shoulders and the feel of your skin against his skin.

Had it been a mistake?

Last night felt different for him. Moments of pure warmth, togetherness, comfort, and lust were shared. It had been a while since he had felt that way. He never thought he would feel that way about someone ever again, but he did.

He remembered the feeling of your fingers raking through his curls and your lips peppering his shoulder blades and neck with ravenous kisses.

He just couldn’t figure out where it went wrong.

He remembered how you clung to him, nails digging into his back, and how the muffled cry of pleasure escaped your lips as his thrusts lost their rhythm and brought you close to your release.

What compelled you to just walk away?

He didn’t want it to be another ordinary morning. He wanted to be able to kiss you again and tell you how he wanted to get to know you better.

He liked the thought of laying in bed all morning with you.

Did you regret everything?

He eventually sits on the edge of the bed, stretching his hands above his head before tiptoeing to the bathroom. His fingers then twisted the cool metal of the faucet before the warm water washed down his face.

How could you just leave without saying goodbye?

That was the only question that kept running through his mind.

But it was then, after changing to a new pair of underwear and sweatpants, that he stepped into the living room.

To his surprise, you were there with a brown paper bag stamped with a familiar logo. You casually placed several items on the kitchen counter. He smiled, seeing the sight of you.

"So, you came back...."

"Did you think I wouldn’t?"

"Well..., I mean, you just disappeared like that." He shrugged, “No note, no nothing.”

"Sorry about that," You chuckle, cheeks blushing shyly, and lips split into a grin as you hand him one cup, “But I thought we could use some coffee.”

"You are something else, aren’t you y/n yl/n?” He grinned, shaking his head in amusement.

"One could only try." You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly.

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“Forever in your arms, Is where I want to be, I just hold you close, please never let me go.”

So how about two times Shawn was being clingy and by the third time the reader was the one being clingy.

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Only Want You

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning: fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors.

Note: A little plotless, and bad writing but Thank you so much for requesting anon! Happy reading! Feedback and comments will always be appreciated. Love you all ♥️

First

It's raining again. The third time this week,16th time this month. Inside, everything felt warm and cozy as you flipped the page and your eyes roamed through every word that was written before you.

You have been sitting still in the same position until your quiet time was interrupted by another figure snuggling against you, simply asking for some sort of attention.

It was after he finished brushing his teeth and his long night routine, he joined you in the cozy bed. He began scrolling through his schedule and Instagram for a few minutes until he began to feel bored.

Shawn ultimately decided to stare at you from his side of the bed admiringly, like it was the first time he laid eyes on you, all those years ago. He thought by staring at your ridiculously cute and mesmerising face, maybe you would feel all shy and finally put down the book and give him the attention he needed.

But no, you weren't at all distracted by his staring as your mind was still so lost in whatever adventure Harry Potter was up to now.

Minutes passed by and you were still flipping through the pages while he put his head in your lap. He was practically eyeing you from under your book and you remain unbothered.

He was however determined.

So here he is, deliberately elevating his hand to reach for yours. To his surprise, instead of putting the book down you only grabbed his hand and kissed the palm without steering your sight from the book at all.

Not feeling satisfied with your reaction, he then took a slightly bolder move. He moved his hand under your shirt to touch and tickle your skin lightly with his fingers, but you were still motionless. It was as if you were magically no longer ticklish.

Feeling irritated, he then huffed really loudly and fumed. He crossed his arms on his chest and glared at you as he sat up straight. Only then, it finally made you shift your attention to him.

You finally looked at him with a genuinely puzzled look on your face, “Everything okay, Shawn?”

“Put down the book and pay attention to me!” He was practically whining like a child right now.

“Ohh.” You were honestly a little startled at his behaviour but, regardless you chuckled because of how adorable he looked with that endearing pout on his face.

You proceed to turn your body away from him and place the book on the nightstand, before adjusting the pillows behind you. You laid your head down then widened your arm to make room for him,”Come here.”

Second

The scent of your favourite candle was lingering in the bedroom. The time was about 10:00pm, and you were getting ready to do your night routine after blowing out the scented candle.

“Babyyyy!” Shawn called for you from the bed, he was currently all cuddled up in the sheets, nose red, voice stuffy, hair messy, and eyes closed.

“Yes?” You stood near the bathroom door, but no answer. He was probably sleep-talking you thought.

“Babyyy!” Another call from the bedroom.

“Hmm?” You answered in an inaudible mumble as you were brushing your teeth, and to your surprise no response from him again.

“Babyyy!” Shawn called for the third time but you shrugged it off, and continued doing the rest of your routine.

When you finally finished and walked out of the bathroom, you saw your boyfriend already fast asleep. So, you proceed to grab the blanket and properly place it over him before joining him back to the bed, and start reading the paperwork filled with all the boring things you had to check out.

A few minutes later, your focus was interrupted by your boyfriend who keeps tossing and turning in the bed.

“Shawn, what’s wrong?” You put your work stuff on the nightstand, then gently run your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t like being sick.”

“I know, baby.” You replied, rubbing his back soothingly, “Do you want another glass of warm water?” You offered.

Shawn shakes his head and tries to go back to sleep. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” You continue to rub his back soothingly until his eyes begin to close again and he’s breathing even out, before picking up your stack of papers and continuing to read.

“Y/nnnn.”

"Hmm?" You mumbled, eyes not leaving the words written before you.

“Babyyyyy! Please don’t go!”

“I promise, I’m right here.” You assured him, running your fingers over his hair again.

It didn’t take a long time for you to put your stack of papers on your lap, before glancing over and doing a double take. He was finally able to sleep, he even snored twice before settling back into a peaceful sleep,“I’m not going anywhere, Shawn.”

Bzzzt bzzzt

Later around midnight, you were about to join him and get some sleep, but then you were forced to shift uncomfortably in your bed as you felt your phone buzzing non stop at your nightstand. It felt like whoever was trying to reach you would not stop until you picked up your phone.

When Shawn woke up he immediately noticed your absence from the right side of the bed. He ran his fingers over the imprint of your body in the mattress, before padding out of the room in search of you.

He found you sitting in the living room, reading a stack of papers. He was trying to be careful, tiptoeing across the living room, trying to not scare you….

“Achoooooo!”

You turned to the loud sound behind you, “Shawn??” You studied him as he just stood there, a pair of sweatpants on his hips and a t-shift clung to his torso, eyes slightly red and puffy, “Why are you out of bed- wait have you been crying?”

“No.” He sniffled, clearly lying.

“Shawn?” You asked, one eyebrow raised as you waited for his answer.

“I-.” Shawn paused and slowly brought his hands forward, brought one up to run his neck and the other to balance him against the door frame. “I wanted to cuddle but you weren’t there.” He admitted.

“Aww, baby.” You pouted slightly, your heart ached listening to what he said. You slowly made your way to him and gently cupped his cheek,”I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

“I don’t know.” He continued pouting, arms crossed over his chest.

“Please.” You pleaded, while giving him your best puppy face. “Please.”

”Okay, fine I forgive you..” Shawn chuckled, wiping his tears with the end of his sweater sleeve, “But you owe me infinite cuddles.”

“Okay, now c'mon You.” You smiled as you took his hand in yours, leading him back to the comforts of the bedroom.

Third

"No..." You whined the second his fingers lost their touch on your hair, being fast to catch his hand in yours to keep it in place.

A small chuckle escaped his mouth. "I need to turn over the page, baby".

Eyeing the scribble notes he was holding in his other hand, you let go of him, with the unspoken condition of his fingers being back to tenderly caress your head as soon as he was done.

And so he did, turning over the page, clearing his throat once his eyes fixed on the written lines in front of him and continued reading them out loud for you to hear.

When he needed to turn the page over again not even one minute later, You were quick enough to reach your hand over to it and do it for him, taking that moment to your advantage and loosely intertwining his fingers with yours, which caused his lips to curve up at both your actions and how needy you were for his touch tonight.

He shook his head in amusement. "So, do you like the lyrics?”

Your answer was a shrug of your shoulders, making yourself more comfortable over his body. "Of course,I think they are beautiful." You smile, looking up at him, "Now please continue.”’

“If you say so, baby.” He responds even if he weren’t able being to stop the laughter from escaping his lips, his heart beating faster at the sight of your playful smirk and the way your body pressed against his, he was clearly trying his best to focus and went back on his notes so he could comply with your wishes.

“So, yeah I thought about add—.” It was much later, and after reading out more lines, Shawn stopped; wondering why you were suddenly all silent, “Y/N??“

Sure enough he looked down, you were fast asleep and quiet snores were the only thing he could hear. However, the hand you have been holding him with, remains intertwined with his.

Smiling at the sight, he proceeded to slowly changed his notes to the hand he had previously been playing with your hair with, only so he could free his other one and caress yours, not even dreaming of letting go of you as the only thing he did next is lean his face closer to plant a kiss on your forehead and gently whisper, "Goodnight Y/N, I love you.”

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Hint Hint | Shawn Mendes

This was originally gonna be ‘Scariest Thing’ but it was completely different so here’s another proposal Shawn!

Warnings: tears, fluff, I think some language

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

He was in the studio, bobbing his head to the beat he’s made since he got there this morning.

Teddy started talking about some more beats and lyrics when Shawn’s phone started to buzz in his back pocket.

His fingers tapped on the screen of his iPhone, the smile taking up most of his face when he sees who texted him.

“God dude, what’s got you looking like a mad man?” Zubin asked, looking at Shawn with a puzzled look.

Shawn looks over his phone, “(y/n) texted me.”

Everyone groans, rolling their eyes, leaning back in their seats.

“What? What’s so wrong with texting my girl?”

“When are y’all gonna get married yet? You guys are so cute it’s gross and annoying. You could use a honeymoon, even we could.” Brian complained.

“Wait, yeah. Why haven’t you and (y/n) gotten married?” Teddy joined the conversation.

Shawn sends his string of heart emojis to her before turning off his phone and throwing the device on the pillow next to him. He looks up at everyone, shrugging. “I d’know. We’re both just busy I guess. I’m going back on tour in a couple weeks and she’s graduating from college this year. It’s just not in the books right now.”

“Do you plan on marrying her?” Teddy asked, turning around in her chair, her full attention to the blushing man.

Shawn gives her a look. “Of course I plan on marrying her. I’d be an idiot if I let her go. I plan on it in the future, just not in the near future, if that makes sense.” He runs his fingers through his brown curls.

He’s been getting these signs lately. He’s seen at least six proposals this week, and it was only Tuesday. Everyday on his way to and from the studio, he can’t help but notice the huge billboard, advertising a jewelry company, their background; someone proposing. And now this. Even his friends have caught into the loop.

Of course he wants to marry her, again, he’d be an idiot if he didn’t. He can’t wait for the day to finally, officially make her his. He can’t wait to get down on one knee in front of her, a large shiny rock in the box in his shaking hands, a sappy speech, and so many tears. He can’t wait to watch the love of his life walk down the aisle, a beautiful white dress adorning her body. He can imagine everything.

It’s just not the right time.

•••

He was on his way back home, passing by that billboard again. He texted her that he was in his way, and he would stop by her favorite restaurant for some food.

He stood in the line of the restaurant, patiently waiting when his phone rang.

Unknown ID

His curiosity got the best of him and he pressed the green answer button.

“Hello?” He answered, moving up in the line.

“Hello sir, your ring is ready at the store for pickup.”

“I’m sorry?” Shawn furrows his eyebrows.

“Uh, your engagement ring. It’s ready for pick up.” The male on the other end said, as if it couldn’t be more obvious.

“Uh, wrong number.” And he hung up.

He waits a little longer for the food to be ready. When he grabs the bag, he walks out the door, the cool Toronto hitting his pink cheeks. His eyes move over across the street, the illuminated diamond capturing his attention. The jewelry on the display cases shine in the bright sunlight. He chews on his lips and looks down at the bag of food.

He crosses the street.

•••

“Baby! I’m home!” Shawn exclaimed as he closed the apartment door behind him, the bag of food in one hand, a bulge in his back pocket.

“In the bedroom!”

He leaves the food on the kitchen island, toes off his boots and makes his way to their bedroom.

“Hi sweetie” Shawn greeted her with a kiss and jumped on the bed, his head in her lap.

“Hi honey. How was recording?” She asked with a smile, her fingers threading through his curls.

“Good. Finished the bridge. Think of recording our next song soon. Hey, are you busy tomorrow?” He asked, picking his head up to look into her eyes.

She looks up, thinking. “Uh, I have lunch with my mom tomorrow. Why? Are you going to the studio tomorrow too?”

He shakes his head. “Everyone’s busy tomorrow. Wanna go on a date tomorrow night?” He beamed up at her, the felt box in his pocket burning a hole.

“Are you asking me out?” She smirked

He got up from his position, cupping her face in his hands. “I guess I am. I’m taking that as a yes, foods ready in the kitchen.” He kisses her nose and walks to the dresser to change into some sweats before going into the kitchen.

•••

He’s called the restaurant at least five times to make sure he had the reservation. Wanted it to be romantic and private. He took up all of his day to pick out his outfit, ultimately calling Tiff to help him pick out his outfit over facetime. She squealed when he told her what he was doing.

He heard the door swing open from his seated position on the couch. He hurries to the door, catching (y/n) off guard. “Hi baby,” He hurriedly kisses her cheek and takes her bags. “go get ready for our date.”

He pushes her through the apartment and into the bedroom. “Shawn, why are you in such a hurry?”

He was this close to giving his plan away, but instead, he just shoved you into the bedroom, telling to get ready and that he’ll be waiting in the living room.

He rubbed his palms up and down his slack covered thigh as he waited for you.

He doesn’t know why he’s doing this so suddenly.

He’s pulled away from his thoughts when he hears her heels click against the wood flooring of their apartment. He looks up to catch her gaze, his mouth gapes open and he realizes scratch that, of course I know why I’m doing this.

“Holy shit baby, you look absolutely stunning.”

The tight leather of your skirt accentuated your curves perfectly. The gold jewelry around your neck shiny over your black turtleneck. Your outfit was amazing.

Your red lips curve into a smile as Shawn got up from the couch and moved in front of you, his hands on your hips as his eyes moved over your body, making you blush.

“You’re so beautiful (y/n). God I’m so lucky.” He smiled as his eyes came up to meet yours and he leans in for a light kiss on the lips, some red stained on his when he pulled away. “Are you ready baby?”

You nodded as you reached up to his face with a hand, rubbing off the red lipstick on his lips, smiling at him.

•••

“Reservation for Mendes please?” Shawn said when you walked into the fancy, empty restaurant building. You looked around at the absence of people in curiosity as Shawn talked with the hostess about our seating.

“Where’s everyone?” You whispered into Shawn’s ear. Your hands are wrapped around his bicep as you continue to gaze around.

“Oh I uh,” Shawn started as the hostess led us to a back area, closed off by french doors. “I reserved the entire place.”

“Why would you do that?” You asked as the hostess left and Shawn pulled out the chair for you to sit.

“Privacy. I can’t remember the last time we’ve had a meal without someone asking for a picture with me. And I wanted tonight to be different.” He said as he moved across from you to sit.

“Shawn there was no need-”

“What can I get you guys started with? Drinks?”

“A whiskey on the rocks for me and a martini for the beautiful lady.” Shawn answered, keeping his eyes on you.

•••

You watched the waiters take away your plates, Shawn clears his throat.

“You want some dessert honey?” He asked

You pat your stomach. “I’m so full, I don’t think I can eat anything else.”

“Oh c’mon babe, they have your favorite cheesecake..” Shawn insinuated. “I know you can’t resist the cheesecake.”

You sigh and lean back on the chair. “Fine. You know me to well.”

Shawn calls for a waiter and tells them what you wanted. You got up to go the bathroom and you could here their faint whispering.

When you came back, Shawn looked nervous. Every other second he would rake his fingers through his hair. His breathing became uneven and he was always looking around. His leg bounce up and down. “Baby, are you okay? What’s wrong?” You reaches over the table to place you small hand over his, which was kind of clammy. You give it a squeeze.

“Oh shit.” He whispered as he saw the waiter come with a plate behind you.

Shawn waited for the man to place the plate in front of you before he got up front his seat. You look down at the plate, a large diamond on the cake, some cursive words were written in chocolate.

Will you marry me?

You gasped and you vision gets blurry. From the corner of your eye you se some movement, and you look up to see Shawn kneeling down on one knee, his hand coming up into the cake to take the ring off.

“(Y/n) I,” Shawn laughs through his tears “I didn’t think of this yesterday and I wasn’t planning on doing this for another couple of years. But I kept getting signs. Yesterday everyone kept asking me when we’ll get married. And everyday on my way to the studio there’s this billboard with a someone proposing on it. And when I went to get food yesterday, I just decided to walk across the street and got a ring because even though it may not be the right time, I know you’re the right one for me.” He sobbed. Your tears falling down your face as he spoke to you.

“The past three years with you have been the best in my life and I could never imagine my life any different. Everyday I can imagine what being married to you would feel like, and I don’t want to imagine anymore. I want it to be real. I’ve finally made the proposal imagination real. I want you to be walking down the aisle to be real. Will you make them real and, marry me?”

You sobbed as you slid out of chair to kneel in front of him, taking the ring from his hands and sliding it on your finger. You both cried some more as he enclosed his arms around your waist and you fall on the floor. There’s cheers behind you and you turn to see the restaurant staff clapping, some wiping their tears away.

“I know it’s not the best time to be doing this but-”

“I couldn’t imagine it any different. I love you so much.” You said before you kissed him.

As his lips moved against yours, he thought of the past few days. He finally realized why he kept looking at those things.

He finally got the hint.

Finally did it the way it was meant. ‘Scariest thing’ was supposed to be this but like half way through writing it I realized it was nothing like a planned so I just made this one as well. I love this because that’s how my parents got engaged. So close to home. Anyway hope you enjoyed and pls reblog!