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Oh Baby | Shawn Mendes

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Anonymous requested: I had this idea stuck in my head. Can you do and imagine of Shawn having and concert on Father’s Day and the reader being a few months pregnant and surprised him by putting together a video that says “ happy fathers days Shawn” with the sonogram or something in it, and playing it on the screen in the middle of the concert. Btw I love your writing 💖

A/N: thank you so much? I already have a similar fic HERE but I thought this was cute so imma write it. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 2K FOLLOWERS. I love writing and and it makes me incredibly happy that others like it and that I inspire others to write. i’m not gonna put a taglist cuz i’m lazy and nobody cares soo...

P.S. pls pls reblog! even though likes are amazing reblog get the fic around and more notes which would mean a lot to me

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, future dad!shawn fluff

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•••

Shawn shuffled in the white hotel sheets, the early morning sun rays peeking through the swaying curtains.

He groans and rubs at his right eye, turning his body to tangle his legs with the his girlfriends cold ones.

She hums when she feels his lips lazily nip at the skin, his hands tightening around her torso.

“G’morning.” He spoke, his sexy, raspy morning voice enticing goosebumps all over her body. He rolls over her, his body on top of her, crushing her. Lovingly, of course.

She groans underneath him, but she has a small smile on her face, one of her hands moving into his hair. “Morning rockstar.”

“Can we stay here all morning?” he mumbled into her neck, his calloused thumb rubbing back and forth on her fleshy hip.

She chuckles and pats his shoulder, telling him to get off her-so that he won’t crush his child-and she sits up and pats her hair down, grabbing her locks and laying them on her clothed shoulder. “Unfortunately honey, you’re an international superstar. You have a show to get ready for and with you, it’ll take all day.” She smirked and watched him crawl closer to her and lay his head in her lap, but not before kissing her thigh.

He sighs. “I know.” His arm drapes behind her. “You know, there are days that I just wish-like very rarely, that I wished I had a normal life. I can be there for you all the time and I’m not half way across the world from my family for three fourths of the year. But then-”

“But then you realize you’re living your dream, and no matter the cost, your family is so beyond proud and happy for you, that you would never change it for the world?” She smiles down at him, her fingers raking through his messy morning curls.

He chuckled into her lap. “Yeah.”

“C’mon bub, we should get ready.”

•••

Shawn stood under the stage, a sigh escaping his lips as everyone’s ears rang with the intro playing out there, fans already losing it.

She rubbed his muscular arm and kissed his jaw, giving him a smile. “You’ll do great babe, just like you always do.”

“Ten seconds Shawn.” Cez exclaimed before giving him a smile and running off somewhere else.

“I love you.” Shawn muttered as someone handed him a guitar and lights came from above as the stage floor opened above him.

“I love you too, now go be a rockstar.”

Shawn kissed her lips quickly before slowly making his way up, cheers getting louder as the piano intro to Lost in Japan began.

“Is everything ready?” She asked Andrew as she made her way out, walking around the arena to the side stage.

“Everything’s set. It’ll happen before Fallin’ All in You.”

“Thanks again, for doing this.” She smiled shyly even though she’s known Andrew since the beginning of Shawn’s career.

“Nothing to thank me for.” He gave her a side hug. “Congrats. He’ll be so happy.”

•••

“Now to,” Shawn paused, taking a moment to take in the millions of fans staring back at him. “my favorite part of the show.”

He pushes his fingers through his hair and adjusts the microphone on its stand. “I know today’s father’s day, and i’m sure many many dads are here taking their daughters and sons to see such a handsome man on stage tonight.” The arena roars in laughter.

“If you’re here with your dads today, make sure to give them a big hug and thank them for everything.”

There’s a static behind him, and she watches in the wings, biting at her nail in nervousness.

Shawn’s eyebrows crinkle in confusion as a video begins to play. Then he smiles when he sees her on the screen.

In the video, she’s in the bathroom of their shared apartment back in Toronto. Her hand covers her mouth in a silent sob as she looked down at the stick in her other hand.

“I’ve been feeling really sick lately and I know Shawn has been worried. I realized- today that I missed a month...” She wiped at her eyes and brings the stick up to the camera. “I’m pregnant.”

The arena is so loud she has to cover her ears. She looked out on the stage and sees Shawn standing there in shock, staring up the screen as it changes to an ultrasound picture of what seemed like a little bean.

Shawn covers his face with his large tattooed hand and his shoulders shake. He wipes at his face and moves the strap of his guitar and slowly puts it on the ground and makes his way to her.

She can only take two steps onto the stage before he’s enveloping her in a big hug, sobs filling her ears and tears stain her shirt.

“You’re-there’s a baby in-” He can’t even get the words out but he places a hand on her stomach.

“There’s a baby in there. You’re gonna be a dad.” She whispers in his ear, her own tears flowing down her face.

He hugs her tighter and kisses her neck. “I love you so much,” He kneels down in front of her and kisses her stomach. He comes back up and gives her a big kiss on the lips, the crowd seeming to get even louder. “Okay,” he said against her lips. “I should probably get back.” He chuckles and cups her face as she giggles and nods.

“I’ll see you la-see you guys later I mean,” He corrected himself, his eyes sparkling in love and adoration for the woman in front of him.

The mother of his child.

“Go on daddy.” She teased before kissing him and walking back to side stage.

She places her hand on her stomach, the skin burning under her shirt where he kissed.

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Sweet | Shawn Mendes

Your first time with Shawn will always be the best time you’ve ever had.

coming soon

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Under the Mistletoe | Shawn Mendes

A/N: this is for @saintlymendes secret santa. i’m sorry this is kind of rushed cuz i had finals all week so i’m sorry it’s sucks! I’ll Be Home for Christmas coming soon!!

for: @palhacomendes i’m sorry if you don’t like it but it has been kind of hectic but i hope this is okay!

From Sydney’s promptlist i’m gonna use: “I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you.”

Warnings: college!shawn, badboy!shawn

Word Count: a little of 1k

and @yslsaint you wanted to be tagged but i don’t understand why. taglist is coming in a minute

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

Marlee sat on the couch, hand resting on her chin, her arm poking into the couch, eyes glazed over with uninterest and boredom.

She did not want to be here.

When her roommate, Kim, kept bugging about a party at some frat house, Marlee knew nothing was going to stop her until she agreed to go.

So as she looked down at her notes, insertion marker blinking on the word document on her computer, she reluctantly agreed to go.

On a cold December night, she walked to the frat house with an overly excited Kim, arms wrapped around herself from the bitter Toronto cold. The music was blaring from the three story house, different colored lights shining through the windows, red solo cups littered the frosted lawn.

Kim runs to the front door, leaving it wide open as she abandons her, bodies dancing by the door, music much louder than before.

Marlee sighs with a shake of her head and walks up to the door, closing it behind her before making her way to the kitchen in search for something to drink.

She was pouring some soda into a cup when she could feel eyes on her.

She looks up from her pouring and catches eyes with some hazel ones. His tall frame towering over everyone else at the party, his dark curls falling in front of his eyes. He’s smirking at her, his tattooed biceps practically bulging out of his black henley shirt. The colorful christmas light that decorated the wall hit his light skin perfectly, enhancing his jaw structure.

Of course he was going to be here.

Marlee turned around and sipped at her drink, pretending like she also didn’t feel his gaze. She walked over to the living room, where people were dancing on the makeshift dance floor and sat on the end of the couch, closest to the illuminated christmas tree.

“Marlee! C’mon there’s gonna be beer pong game in the basement.”

So there she was, sitting on a another raggedy couch in the basement, absentmindedly watching the beer pong game unfold before her.

“Hey there.” A deep voice said above her, she hadn’t even noticed the torso in front of her face. Marlee’s eyes move up to meet the same hazel eyes from earlier. She rolls her eyes so far her she can see into the back of her head, and he seems to take notice.

“Don’t roll your eyes too much, they may get stuck that way.” He chuckles before plopping next to her, Marlee’s hair bouncing with the movement.

She places her drink on the floor and turns to him, an uninterested look plastered on her face. “What do you want Shawn?”

She knew about him. Who didn’t? Not only was he on the hockey and soccer team at their university, he held quite the reputation of getting and dropping girls in the snap of his finger. Even though Marlee promised herself she would never get in the slightest involved with him, he was rather pretty.

“What?” He wore that smug smile on his face, the face you knew all too well. The I can get whatever I want look. The I know you were checking me out earlier eyes her up and down kind of look. She knew what he was playing, and she was going to win. “I can’t talk to a pretty girl like you?”

Marlee rolls her eyes but her cheek tint betrays her.

He chuckles and leans back against the couch and crosses his arms over his chest, the small smirk still playing at his lips.

He just stares and Marlee start to feel too hot, so she stands and walks back up to the house, needing some air.

But Shawn’s close behind her, chocolate curls bouncing in his face, the smirk now a cute little smile.

Marlee pretends like she can’t feel his hot breath on her neck as she pours herself more to drink. She turns and there he is, smirk and all.

“What now Shawn?” Marlee asked annoyed, nose flaring at the guy in front of her.

“Guess what?” Shawn asked teasingly, taking big steps in front of her, his breath on her face.

She sighs heavily, eyes locked with his, her hand gripping the solo cup tighter.

“We’re,” he paused dramatically, his hazel eyes falling to her lips then back to her eyes. “under the mistletoe.”

In panic, Marlee’s eyes dart to the ceiling and of course, a little green plant was stapled just above them.

She laughs awkwardly and starts stepping backwards, looking down at the carpeted ground, avoiding his piercing eyes. “Uh-”

“C’mon Marlee, it’s tradition.”

“I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you.” She snarls at him, eyes boring into his in anger.

“Then I guess you’re gonna have to punch me.”

And before she knew it, his arms wrapped around her and his lips clash with hers and everything changes. He tastes of spiked eggnog and peppermint, and his lips are soft but rough against hers. Her fingers tug at his curls and he groans into her mouth, making her pull away.

Her fingers are at her lips in an instant, feeling the stinging sensation on her lips, her eyes wide. “Um-” She wanted to say something but she just couldn’t, didn’t know what to say or what to feel. What she did know, though, was that she wanted to do it again, and again, and maybe a little more.

They stood there in awkward silence, the christmas music playing around them, cheers being heard from the basement.

“Can I kiss you again?” Shawn asked quietly, almost too quiet over the music. His eyes had this shine over them that she wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or from you. She’s never seen him this way before. He always had a hard exterior, never let anyone in, devilishly handsome. But right now, with her, he was completely different, almost cute.

Just for fun, Marlee decides to play with him just a little, a smirk on her face this time. “I don’t know, are you willing to get more punches?” She asked teasingly even though she didn’t even punch him the first time.

He chuckles and looks down at the floor, a blush forming on his cheeks as he gets closer, his hands on her hips, a small smile playing at his lips.

“You can punch me all you want.”

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I’ll Be Home for Christmas | v. (final)

welp...this is the end. i know it’s like way way WAY too late to post anything christmas themed but i wanted to get this done so i could work on some other things (which is a lot). anyways, thanks for sticking around and hope this is okay, it was kind of rushed and i would think of something and then completely forget about it the next second so i might be suffering for short term memory loss?? but anyways enjoy! OH ALSO i accidentally deleted one of my old fics so imma have to rewrite it so look out for an updated ‘First Date’ fic!

Warnings: horrible rushed writing, angst, tears

Word Count: almost 2.2k

Enjoy! previous parts in my shawn masterlist

•••

“You’re gonna be fine, Mariah.” Tilly said calmly over facetime, hoping her soothing voice would calm down the girl that was rapidly pacing her room hours before the party.

“I don’t know, Tilly. What if,” she snatched her phone off her desk and shoved her face into it, the only thing on Tilly’s screen were Mariah’s eyes. “what if he hates me for what I said to him? Now he realized I’m really not the one for him and he goes off to see some other girl again. This is all because I was too fucking scared.”

Tilly sighs. “It is because you were so scared.”

Mariah gives her a pointed look. “You’re not helping here Til.”

“Look M. At the end of the day you guys both obviously love each other and need to talk things out. So just listen to him. And he’ll listen to you. Because I know he’s suffered just as much as you have. But both of you need to give each other a chance to be happy with each other.”

Mariah sighs and sits on her bed. “But what if it doesn’t work out?”

Tilly chuckles. “But what if it does?”

Mariah rubs her face and looks at Tilly on her screen. “Why did you have to leave me when I need you most?” She joked, a sly smile on her face.

Tilly feigned shock. “I have family too ya know.”

They both laugh. Then a silence washes over the two girls.

“Just,” Tilly starts, her face soft with concern. “I want you to be happy. And if that’s with him then never let it go because there is no one like him.”

Mariah gave her a smile. “Thanks Til.”

There’s a yell on Tilly’s side. “Well I gotta go. Good luck and call me tomorrow!”

Mariah nods before the call ends. She stared at herself on her phone screen, the look of fear, and some hope.

“Mariah! Thirty minutes!”

Mariah walked over to her closet. She didn’t want to dress up, didn’t want to make it seem like she was desperate, because she’s not.

I don’t think anyone is more right for my brother than you are

Aaliyah’s words have not left her mind. The feeling of regret has eaten her up. She feels bad for getting mad at him, but could you blame her? He left her after an amazing night for someone else for publicity. She wanted to run back in his arms and forgive him, give him all of the affection they both have been craving from the other. But she can’t. It’s not like her to just give up easily, to just fall on her knees for a guy when he finally notices her. She grew up with only her mom, and she learned the hard way not to just give men what they want.

And even though she does want the certain guy, she needed to see him fight harder for it, for them.

But she has to work harder too.

She was mad at first, but now, she has to fight.

What a christmas this was going to be.

•••

There was soft muffled music playing just outside the Mendes household. Cars were parked on the side of the street, people visiting on this christmas eve.

“I think you can just-” her mom said as she opened the door, holding a dish of food with the other against her hip.

The warmth rushes past Mariah's shoulders, soft holiday music filling her ears, kids yelling and adults laughing and drinking come into view.

“Mariah? C’mon sweetie.” Her mom said, beckoning her further into the home.

She looked down at the carpeted group as she took off her coat, hoping no one noticed her and brought attention to her.

“Mariah!” She hears Karen’s chirpy voice shouted. She had a tray of food in her hand, a christmas themed apron around her waist.

Mariah flashed her a tight lipped smile and walked the small distance to her, giving her a side hug. “Merry Christmas, Karen.”

“And to you, love. Would you like anything to drink?” She put the tray down and wiped her hands off on the apron.

“Oh don’t worry about me, I’ll find my way around.” Mariah insisted, waving off the older woman.

Karen gave her a pointed look, but picked up the tray again and smiled at her sweetly. “Well, this is your home, so make yourself comfortable.”

She smiled back and walked into the kitchen, watching as other people put food on plates and opened drinks. Parents serving their kids food, the kids faces scrunching up as they watch their parents put food on their plate they don’t like.

“Hey Mari.” Mariah turned to see Aaliyah, smiles at her and holding a soda in her hand.

“No boyfriend today?” Mariah teased, picking at the end of the table.

Aaliyah laughs and sips at her soda. “Unfortunately no, he went to visit his family in Edmonton.”

Mariah nods and looks down at her fingers, not knowing what else to say. Where is Shawn?

“He’s on his way.” Aaliyah said out of nowhere, as if she was reading her mind.

“Oh, I-uh I wasn’t going to ask.”

“No I know,” Aaliyah started, her eyebrows raised. “just, thought I’d let you know.”

“Okay.” She breathed out nervously, turning around to pour herself a drink.

•••

After a while, and Mariah has a couple of drinks in her system, her ears perk up when everyone lets out a loud cheer and the front door slamming.

Wait, I’m not ready. She thought.

Mariah hurriedly gulps down her drink, eyes wide in panic. She runs to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her as the yelps calmed down.

“Honey, are you okay?” Her mother knocked on the wooden door, her voice laced in worry.

Mariah scratches her neck in nervousness. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

She waits to hear the footsteps fade before letting out a loud, exasperated breath. She digs her fingers in her hair, eyes bulging, lips chapped from her heavy breathing.

She’s not ready. He hates her for how she reacted. He tried explaining but she kept interrupting him. She waited for this moment for so long and she doesn’t know if she’s ready. He could have completely changed his mind in a day and went back to her, he could have forgotten all about her.

But she won’t know unless she talks to him.

So she straightens out her shirt and unlocks the door, bravely swinging it open to the dark hallway. She sighs heavily, “You can do this.” Mariah softly repeated to herself as she walked into the light of the living room.

And there he was, his tall lanky self walking around greeting everyone. He gets to her mom and as he hugged her he must have whispered something in her ear, because she gives him a knowing smile and points to Mariah.

Shawn stands up straight and flashes her a smile before giving her a little wave before he disappears into the kitchen.

Maria walks further into the living room and thrusts herself into a conversation with one of his aunts, distracting herself.

•••

After a while, a little past midnight, everyone gathers in the living room to share gifts. Aaliyah sat on Mariah’s right while her mom sat on her left. Mariah’s eyes never left Shawn’s figure as he walked into the living room, his tattooed hand holding the neck of a beer bottle, his cheeks rosy from all of the alcohol, his smile wide as he laughed along one of his cousins.

Mariah and Shawn lock eyes for a split second before she looks away and he clears his throat, sitting on the edge of the ottoman across from her.

“Before we get to passing out the gifts,” Karen started as she sat on the floor by Manny’s feet, her arm locked around his leg. “Shawn has to sing his annual christmas song of choice.”

Everyone cheers and claps and Shawn gives his mom a pointed look as someone came behind him and handed him a guitar.

He situated the instrument on his lap and strummed a couple of chords, tuning the guitar. “Any suggestions?”

No one spoke up, people looking around and raising eyebrows at each other. “You choose!” Someone shouted.

Shawn’s brows furrowed as he continued to play with the guitar. Mariah could see his eyes widen in realization as he fixed the guitar on his lap and cleared his throat.

“I’ll be home for christmas, you can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe,” His eyes flickered up to meet Mariah’s, his fingers plucking each string. “and presents underneath the tree.”

Mariah sucked in a breath, her clammy hands rubbing against her jeans.

“Christmas eve will find me, where the love light gleams. I’ll be home for christmas, and you’ll be in my dreams.”

His eyes were still trained on her as he absentmindedly played every guitar string. Her mind was racing and her heart was beating rapidly as he gazed at her and continued to sing.

“I’ll be home this christmas, darling, I’ll be coming home to you. And there’s nothing in the world, gonna get in my way.”

And suddenly it’s too much for Mariah to take. His stare on her boring holes into her. The words he’s singing hitting her aching heart are too hard for you to handle. She heaves, her hand clutching her shirt to keep the tears in as she runs off.

She hears the gasps and whispered questions as she runs off the back porch, her breath visible in the cold winter air.

She looks out onto the grass, trying to calm her breathing and to stop the tears before they fall down her face when she hears the door slide behind her, heavy feet crunching the snow beneath them.

“Mariah-” His voice was rigid and hoarse from the alcohol and the singing, but she can hear the disparo in his voice, the sadness, the guilt and all she wants to do is turn around and hug the life out of him, but she can’t. She needs to know how he feels before she can do anything.

“I’m sorry.” She interrupted, her voice shaking as she sobbed, the hot tears blurring her vision of the white landscape.

“No honey,” He starts, his hand coming around her to hold her close. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You-you acted exactly how I thought you would and I’m sorry I took you for granted. I was a complete dick for how I treated you and you have every right to be mad at me.” He stroked her arm as she sobbed into his chest, his lips grazing her hair in a sweet kiss.

She calms her breathing before she can think of what to say, his warm embrace bringing her back to reality. “Why didn't you just tell me the truth in the first place?” She sniffed, her arms moving to wipe at her cheeks.

He sighed against her hair. “I guess, I always thought you’d be there for me and I took that for granted. I never meant to hurt you.”

It was silent between them for a while, their minds racing with every little thought they had that could be put into words.

“I want to be with you, more than anything.” He broke the silence, his hand coming up to stroke her hair. “And I will spend the rest of my days showing you just how much you mean to me and how much I cherish you and need you.” He pulls away to cup her face, his fingers warm against the cold tears on her cheeks. “I need you in my life. More than anything and I understand if you want to be friends but I cannot live in a world without you, I refuse to. I’m sorry for all of the shit I’ve caused, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to explain sooner, but I’m here now, and so ready to have you,” He paused, his eyes trailing over her face. “if you’ll have me?”

Mariah stares at him for what feels like hours but it was only a couple of seconds before she lunges further into his arms and kisses him like it’s been a thousand years (it has).

She lets the tears fall against she feels his own start to fall in mix with her as they kiss, teary smiles and laughs between the two as they pull away.

“I want you more than anything.” Mariah sobbed. “I want you through the bad and the good and the ugly, just all of you.”

He nods vigorously in agreement, his smile taking over his face. He cups her face again and pulls her back in a chilly kiss.

After a while of just kissing, they resorted to hugging when their lips were too swollen to continue their attack on the others.

Mariah sighed contently into his shoulder, squeezing him tighter.

“I’m so glad you came home for christmas.”

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Happy Father’s Day | Shawn Mendes

A/N: I made a Mother’s Day so it’s only fair. And I love dad!shawn so...

Warnings: Shawn is 26 in this imagine. Tears, literally just fluff

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•••

“What’s one thing you miss from home?” A girl asked, a phone in her hand.

“Obviously my family. This is actually my first time being away from home for Father’s Day. I miss my girls so much.” He said before sipping on his tea, adjusting his weight to sit on one of his legs.

“Did you talk to them today?” Another girls asked.

He hummed into his mug, shaking his head. “I haven’t been able to. (Y/n) called me last night and told me she was taking Alicia to her parents house to spend some time with them.”

“Happy Father’s Day by the way.” Someone else said. The others hollered as they agreed.

Shawn flashed the small crowd a cheeky grin. “Thanks guys.”

•••

He had tried to call a couple times before the show. Every time his phone would buzz beside him as he watched Alessia perform, he frantically checked if it was his wife. But they were just twitter notifications.

As they gave him his guitar to head to stage, he checked his phone one last time with a frown before handing his phone to Andrew and walking the few steps to stage, the music and cheers deafening.

•••

His back is turned to the crowd as he gulped down on the water bottle, his eyes glassy as they flickered around the screen behind him.

All of a sudden, the screen turns black for a split second before a video starts to play. At the corner it was dated 03/04/21. In the middle of the screen, Shawn was in tan rocking chair, holding a small baby. His baby.

“What’s her name, man?” Josiah’s voice in the video was loud around the arena.

Shawn remembers that day perfectly.

Shawn held his little bundle of joy in his arms, his large hand holding her small head up. Shawn had smiled up at the camera then down at the little girl. “Alicia Violet Mendes.” His other hand had come up to caress the cheek of his newborn daughter.

“You’re a father, dude.” Josiah has said. Shawn beamed at the little girl and the video ends.

Shawn had tears in his eyes, as he watched the video. The crowd cheered behind him as he wiped at his face before turning back around the crowd, breathing heavily into the mic. “That was five years ago. My beautiful wife gave birth to my first child, Alicia. I love both of them with all of my heart and miss them so much.” Shawn shakily mumbled into the mic, trying to keep his tears at bay.

“You don’t have to.” Zubin said into his mic, smiling at the curly haired man.

The audience suddenly got louder and Shawn turned around to see his little five year old, making her way to her rockstar father, noise canceling headphones surrounding her head. Shawn gasps and quickly pulls the guitar strap over his head, setting down carefully on the stage and running to his daughter, kneeling in front of her to envelop her in his arms.

Shawn looks over Alicia’s shoulder to see his wife side stage, smiling at her little family. He slowly kisses his daughter’s forehead and picks her up taking her with him to hug his wife.

“I missed you guys so much.” Shawn sobbed into his wife’s neck, giving her gentle kisses.

“We missed you too.” (Y/n) whispered in his ear before grabbing his chin to kiss him. “Happy Father’s Day, honey.” She muttered against his lips.

Alicia giggles in her fathers arms and wrapped her short arms around Shawn’s neck. “I love you daddy. Happy Father’s Day.” She grabbed his cheeks kissed his pink sweaty cheek.

He smiled through the tears and kissed his girls one last time before heading back to stage, a toothy grin adoring his face.

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Niiiiiiice | Shawn Mendes

(Not my gif)

A/N: just a lil som’ I thought of when I saw the video of the Q&A which you can watch here. I had to this just sparked in my brain. (Credits to the owner of the video), and just a little something to distract us..

Warnings: alcohol, fluffy!shawn,

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

“Oh c’mon dude! It’s so obvious you like her, to everyone but her.” Brain said as he sipped at the beer in his hand, leaning on the balcony edge, looking out into the city, the CN tower in their view.

Shawn’s cheeks were flushed due to the alcohol and the fact that his best friends knew he had a crush on you. “It’s not that obvious-”

“Dude, you’re like a complete different person when she’s around.” Brian objects, a smile on his lips.

Shawn scoffs and goes to say something but he sees you come out onto the balcony, a smile adorning your face, your eyes glassy from the alcohol and Shawn completely forgets his argument and smiles at the sight of you, his eyes softening and his cheeks reddening.

Brian clears his throat to catch Shawn’s attention again. Shawn blushes and grips the beer bottle tighter. “Just go flirt with her already, you do it anyway.”

“I do not-”

“Oh but you do.” Brain pats Shawn’s shoulder and moves back. “Just ask her out.” Brian walks back into the apartment as Shawn chugged the rest of the beer and he glanced over to you as you laughed, your head falling back as you smiled widely, your eye scrunching up. He blushes and smiles widely before making his way to you.

•••

“Go talk to him.” Your friend urged as you walked onto the balcony side by side.

“What? No, he’s just...a really sweet friend.” You slurred as you sipped on your alcohol.

“Oh c’mon. Both of you make it so obvious. He’s really nice to you, like way too nice. He’s not like that with other people.”

You roll your eyeshadow give her a look. “You’re over analyzing it.”

“Hey (y/n).” You heat his slurred voice from behind you, your friend giving you a look before leaving you alone with Shawn.

You turn around, a blush on your face when you come to face to face with him, the first few buttons on his shirt left undone, giving you a glorious look of his feathered chest. “Hi.”

“How are you?” He asked, his fingers tapping against the neck of the beer bottle, his eyes glancing over your shoulder for a couple of seconds before landing back to your face.

“I’m good. You?” You smile brightly at him, this time you’re eyes moving over his shoulders, your friend gesturing to make a move on him, the hugging herself and puckering her lips. You contort your face in disgust and shake your head before looking back at Shawn, a frown on his face.

“Oh okay, maybe some other time, then.” Shawn mumbled as he backed away.

You sprint forward, loosing balance and falling straight into his arms. You chuckle bashfully as you walk out his embrace, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention,” you cleared your throat, the smirk on his face making you want to rub your legs together, but you don’t. “Uh, what were you saying?”

Shawn scratches the back of his neck and his cheeks seem pinker than earlier. “I asked if you wanted to go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

You smiled up at him before biting down on your lip, nodding up at him. “I’d love to, you’re a...really nice guy Shawn.”

Only for you. He thought.

Fuck, his friends were right.

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Backwards | face claim

Shawn Mendes; nonau, same shawn we know, 21

Marisol Villabrante, shawn’s love interest, 20

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Come Over | Shawn Mendes

(Not my gif)

Anonymous requested: “I would have never asked you to come over if I knew you were sick” with sick!reader

Warnings: none? sexual mentions

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

You knew than when it was past noon and you were still in bed, you were sick.

It took everything in you to pull the covers over you and slowly pad your way to the bathroom to shower, thinking it would help.

It did the opposite. Your nose wouldn’t stop running and your throat was sore from all the coughing.

You finally had the energy to put on some clean clothes and dragged yourself to your bedroom, clicking on your phone to check for any notifications.

iMessage from Rockstar ❤️: I’m home!!!!! Can see u?

iMessage from Rockstar ❤️: like in an hour?

iMessage from Rockstar ❤️: baby?

Three missed calls from Rockstar ❤️

You giggled, typing up your response.

iMessage to Rockstar ❤️: sorry hun, I was in the shower

He immediately responds

iMessage from Rockstar ❤️: ok. Can I see you soon? I’m in need of some serious cuddles.

You really did want to see him. He had been away for so long and you really did miss him. You two had only been together for a little under a year, but you were already so in love. But you were sick, and Shawn was leaving for New York really soon.

iMessage from Rockstar ❤️: And sex...

You snort at how much of a boy he is.

iMessage to Rockstar ❤️: see you in an hour

iMessage from Rockstar ❤️: 😘

•••

You did your best to hide how sick you are. You put on some makeup to give some color to your pale face. And you drowned yourself in a hoodie.

You knocked on his pristine white door. You heard some shuffling then the door clicks and opens, revealing an adorable but tired looking Shawn.

You can’t even get a word out before he’s pulling you into his arms, backing up into the apartment. “I missed you.” He mumbled against your neck then leaving soft pecks on the skin.

You bring a hand up to tangle in his curls. “I missed you too.” You hoped voice sounded muffled enough against his chest that he couldn’t detect how congested you are.

But of course, he immediately noticed.

He pulled back, his hand flying to your face. “Are you sick?”

You avoided his eyes, because you knew if you took one look at them you’d spill and he’d get all worried.

But he saw what you were doing. “Baby,” he picked you up and layed you on the couch, and you let it out. You coughed and coughed. You rubbed at your runny nose and you sniffed every other second. You let out a whine, trying to cuddle closer to him. He pushes at the hair in the face and places the back of his hand on your forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I would have never asked you to come over if I knew you were sick.” He caressed your pale cheek.

“I wanted to see you.” You mumbled as you scoot closer to Shawn, laying your head in his lap.

“Hold on, let me get you some medicine.” He told you as he lifted your head off his lap.

You reached for his hand, he stops and turned to look down at you. “No, I need cuddles.”

He chuckles and leans down to peck your temple. “We’ll get to that.”

•••

“No I don’t want any soup.” You whined as Shawn sat you on his lap at the kitchen table, a bowl on it.

“C’mon sweetie it’ll make you feel better. I promise.” He said softly, rubbing your side.

“Can we watch a movie?” You asked, leaning back to lay your head on his shoulder.

“Eat this first and we can watch whatever you want.”

•••

She fell asleep in the first ten minutes of To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before. Her shoulders fell slack next to him and he just smiled. Loose stands of hair had fallen out of her bun and into her face. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she dreamt. Her lips parted and slow even breaths came through.

He could look at you for hours and still would find everything so beautiful. He thanked the lucky stars that he had someone like her.

He slowly pulled her down as to not wake her on his lap, his hand caressing her arm as he payed attention to the movie again.

•••

The bright light of the morning sun cascaded on the two of you, waking you up. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and went to get up, but the weight of the muscular arms that belonged to your boyfriend kept you on the bed.

You felt so much better. Your throat hurt from all the coughing but felt better. You were able to breathe through your nose again, your cheeks had the same color as always.

You heard a groan next to you and lean back to see Shawn. His curly hair in his face, eyes closed shut, brows knitted together, his pink lips parted. “Where do you think you’re going?” He mumbled against the pillow and pulled you closer.

You giggle and turn around to lay in your stomach, running your fingers through his hair, pushing back. “I was just gonna go pee.” You wiggles out of his embrace and made your way to the bathroom.

When you came back, Shawn had sprawled himself all over the bed, his chest moving up and down as he breathed. You crawled on the bed and straddled him, his hands immediately going to your hips.

He pulls you down for a long, hard kiss. You involuntarily moan and you feel him twitch in his boxers.

“What was that for?” You played with the hem of his boxers, pulling at it and letting it snap back at his abdomen.

“I didn’t get my ‘welcome home’ kiss,” he said, flipping you over so now you were under. His hands pull up the hoodie you had slept in just under your boobs as he kissed the expanse on your torso, stopping just under your breasts. “or my ‘welcome home’ sex.” He said before hurriedly taking off your hoodie.

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If I Can’t Have You | Shawn Mendes

A year after their breakup, Shawn is still distraught. He’s tried everything: partying, crying, traveling, but she’s still on his mind. After he writes a song about her, he gets the confidence to talk to her again, and it may just work in his favor.

i. Trying to Move On

ii. Forget You

iii. But I Hold On

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Heartbeat | Shawn Mendes

Idk I read one similar to this one a while ago and the Tan France vid of him changing up peoples looks and he comes to Shawn like ‘I’d divorce my husband in a heartbeat’ is such a big ass mood so like, why not?

(Not my gif)

Warnings: fluffy and cheesy it’s really gross

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

“Please welcome, the talented, the amazing, the beautiful Shawn Mendes” James exclaimed as the camera panned to the curtain as it came apart and there was Shawn, waving out into the crowd as his biceps flexed under his crisp yellow shirt. His slacks tight against his thighs as he moved up to the couch, giving James a hug.

“How’ve ya been man?” James asked as he settled in his seat behind his desk, he turns to Shawn as he got situated on the couch.

Shawn smiles and rubs his hands on his pants, his thumb playing with the ring on his other finger. “I’m good. How about you?”

You chuckle as you watched the show on the tv in Shawn’s dressing room, he’s nervous.

“Now lets get straight to the point,” James started, leaning over the desk and gave a serious look at Shawn “your new album comes out this Friday!” The crowd cheers as a picture of his cover art comes up on screen. The camera changes again, back on Shawn as he slightly nods, his cheeks a small pink color.

“Yeah, uh, I worked really hard on it and I was just so much fun having so many people involved in something I’m so proud of and I hope everyone enjoys it” Shawn said as he pushed his fingers through his chocolate curls. The audience cheers again.

You were called from your seat and you were taken backstage just behind the curtain, watching the show along side Andrew and Jake.

“Now in other news,” James said, the claps and hollers of everyone dying down as James’ hands came up in excitement “you just announced you got engaged!”

You blushed , everyone backstage turned to you but got back to their job because the huge rock on your ring was so blinding.

Shawn blushes and looks down at his hands as everyone screamed.

James jumps in his seat and giggles, clapping his hands together like a school girl. “So how’d it happen? Give me every detail”

Shawn clears his throat and slightly shakes his head as he tries to remember the greatest moment of his life without crying. “Uh, it was just a private moment with both of our families and I knew what I was doing was right.” The crowd awes, and Shawn looks up and smiles. “I always knew (y/n) was the one for me, she keeps me grounded and sane and I dont know where I’d be without her. She’s my inspiration, like I’m not even kidding, every song on the new album is about her. She’s the love of my life and I just can’t wait to spend my life with her.” Shawn finishes, his eyes glassy and his cheeks pinker.

“Aw, how cute” James moves around in his seat and takes out some sort of device. “Can (y/n) please come out and sit with her fiancé Shawn.”

Everyone claps as Shawn watched (y/n) come out behind the band, she gives a little wave to the crowd and tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear as she walked up the few steps to sit next to Shawn, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

James clicks on the heart rate monitor “Now before you get mad at me,” James started as he gave the strap to (y/n) to wrap it around Shawn’s arm. “this was all your fiancés idea.”

You avoided Shawn’s eyes as you stood beside him, wrapping the strap around his bicep. He looked up at you with a faux look of hurt, slapping his hand to his chest. “Baby? Why?” He asked, a smile still evident on his gorgeous face. “Just thought it’d be funny, sweet” you giggle as you secure the strap as give him a kiss before you grab a sticky pad to stick onto his wrist.

You sit beside Shawn, you hand on his bicep and you slightly squeeze, making him turn his head to you. You two smile at each other. There’s a loud thu-thump thu-thump and James points to a tv screen next to the camera, showing the number 76 and a thin red line jumping up and down at every thu-thump.

James introduces the game, “Basically, Shawn we’ll be asking you questions about (y/n) here and we’ll see if your heartbeat picks up when we mention her. Just thought it’d be funny and cute!”

You squeeze Shawn’s bicep again and the thu-thumps quicken, the number on the screen by the camera showing 84, the red line coming up more often. You swiftly turn you’re head at him, a smirk on your face. Shawn avoids your gaze, his eyes fixated on the audience, his cheeks more pink than usual.

“Look at that, and we haven’t even asked any questions.” James exclaimed as he pulled up some cards from under his desk. The crowd laughs. “Alright we’ll start off easy. When is your anniversary? And what year did you start dating?”

Shawn clears his throat. “Uh, July 16th. And we started dating, 2016”

“Good job honey” You smile up at him.

89. Thu-thump

“What was the first thing you noticed about (y/n)?” James asked.

You placed the back of your hand under your chin and looked up, smiling. You flutter your eyelashes quickly.

92. “I believe it was smile. I remember when I first met her she was laughing quite a lot. Also her laugh, I love her laugh.” He turns to look at you and kissed your head, making you smile and blush. “Now who’s blushing?” He smirked and wrapped his arms around you from behind, laying it on top of the couch.

“Was it love at first sight?”

Shawn’s eyes trail in your profile view. “I say no it wasn’t, that I gradually but very quickly fell in love with her. But I know it was love at first sight. I mean just look at her.” 96. The thu-thumps were quicker.

“When is her sisters birthday?”

“Ah crap, she’s gonna kill me. I know she’s watching.” Shawn chuckles. “Uh, June...sixth?” You hum as you nod. “Oh thank god! Sorry (y/s/n).”

100.

“Okay last question. (Y/n) or James?” James made a face and pointed to himself.

“Sorry man, but she gives me kisses.”

109.

“Oh c’mon Shawn. I could give you kisses.” James reaches over the desk to try and hold Shawn’s face, but he’s quick to move his head to your lap.

The crowd laughs again. 113.

“Alright, alright. Everyone make sure you listen to Shawn’s Mendes’ new album this Friday.” The crowd cheers and the band plays some exit music. “Congrats Shawn on the album. Congratulations you guys in the engagement, you guys look so happy together.”

The director shouts that their on commercial break and Shawn leads you backstage, and pulls you into the dressing room, his lips quickly on yours.

“I love you Mendes” you mumbled against his lips with a smile.

“Love you too, future Mendes.”

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Happy Mother’s Day | Shawn Mendes

Just real quick in honor of all mothers today. Some dad!shawn and husband!shawn for y’all.

Warnings: none

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

Shawn looked down at his beautiful wife in the sunlight of the morning sun, his hands in her hair. He turned his head around to look at the digital clock on his nightstand, 8:21 am. Shawn swiftly and carefully pulls his arms away from her and moves the covers up to make his way to his daughters room.

She was already out of bed when he opened her bedroom door. Her brown curly hair stuck out everywhere. She played on the floor with her dolls, speaking to herself.

“Hey sweetie.” Shawn whispers as he walked into the purple room.

Skylar whips her head around and giggles. “Daddy!” She gets up from her seated position on the floor, dropping her dolls and jumping into her dads arms.

He picks her up into his strong arms and shushes her, his finger grazing her small pink lips. “Wanna make breakfast for mommy? Today is mommy day!”

“Daddy, be quiet.” She scolded him, folding her arms in front of her.

He walked to the kitchen and put Skylar on a stool in front of the island. He brings her a piece of paper and some markers. “Can you make a card for mommy?”

She nods vigorously and opens a pink marker, writing in big letters.

Shawn turns around and gets his desired ingredients from the fridge before turning on the stove, a pan on top of the small fire.

He mixes milk salt and vanilla into the eggs and then soaks the bread he had gotten out into the egg mixture.

He pours some oil on to the pan, hearing the sizzle.

He turned back around to make sure his daughter was still there. Her tounge was in between her teeth, her small hands gripping the yellow marker as she glided it across the paper.

When the oils starts to bubble, he places the drenched bread on the pan.

“Daddy I’m done” she came up behind him, holding the paper up to show him.

“Wow honey, it’s beautiful.”

The four year old reaches up on the counter to put down the picture. “Can I help, daddy?”

“Of course you can, sweetheart,” he pickes her up in his arms and lets her grab the spatula. “on three were gonna flip the bread okay?” He puts his hand over her small ones. “One. Two. Three.” He flips the bread and she claps along.

She goes to the living room to watch tv when Shawn finishes the breakfast. He makes her a cup of coffee and puts powdered sugar over the toast. He put the plate and mug on a tray and walks over to the living room. “Skylar go get your picture so you can give it to mommy.”

She runs back into the kitchen, then comes back with the paper in her hands.

They quietly make their way into the bedroom, careful not to wake up (y/n).

He lets Skylar crawl up on the bed, next to (y/n) and she lightly shakes her mom to wake up. “Mommy. Mommy?”

You sigh heavily as you open your eyes, a replica of Shawn’s eyes staring back you. “Morning baby.” You wrap your arms around her small body and pull her down to you, giggles coming out of the small child.

“Happy mommy day!” She stretches her arms out, shoving the picture in your face. You take the picture from her hands. ‘Happy mommy day! Daddy and me love you!’ was scribbled on top of the paper in pink. She drew three figures, you, herself in the middle and your husband Shawn on the other end, all holding hands.

“I love it Skylar, thank you.”

“We also made you breakfast!” She exclaimed, moving out of the way for Shawn to lay out the tray in your lap as you sat up against the headboard of the bed.

Shawn smiled down at you, his cheeks pink and eyes filled with sleep. He leans down and whispers, “Thank you for giving me a family. I love you so much. Happy Mother’s Day, (y/n)” before kissing you on the lips.

Your eyes spring with tears as he pecked your lips one more time before he sits in front of you, tickling the perfect mixture of the two of you.

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Angels | Shawn Mendes

Second part to ‘New’ @glader-groupa-sub8 you wanted to be tagged (idk why) but here we go.

Masterlist in my bio

Warnings: fluff

•••

“Thank you Mandy!” You smiled cheekily at your makeup artist through the mirror in your dressing room.

Mandy rolls her eyes and smiles anyway as she zipped up her makeup bag and walked out the door.

You craned your neck to the side to check your neck. Mandy had to cover up the few purple marks on your neck. You blushed, remembering when you told her and the scold on her face when you begged her to patch them up.

You were snatched away from your mind when you hear the door of your dressing room close from behind you, you looked into the mirror and saw Shawn not so sneakily walk into your room, a smile on his beautiful face.

“Hi baby” he whispered as if the commotion outside would be able to hear you even if you were talking normally. He sped to your side and hugged you from behind on your chair. You leaned your head back against his hard chest and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

How can someone not have a double chin when looking down.

“Hi,” You leaned up to kiss his chin “you realize you don’t have to whisper, no one’s paying attention to us.” He moved around to stand in front of you, the light bulbs on the mirror a gorgeous aura around the god like man you’re lucky to call your boyfriend.

You gotta thank Hailey later

“So no one’s listening huh?” Shawn smirked as he placed his hands on your bare thighs, rubbing them up and down, his long fingers going under your silk robe.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his hands away before they went up further. “No Shawn, Mandy had to cover up the hickeys you marked on me when I specifically told you not to” you raised an eyebrow at him as you scolded him.

He leaned down to kiss your chin “Sorry baby,” then kissed your cheek “just can’t resist you,” then pressed a light kiss to your glossed lips “you’re too beautiful and sexy.” Then rubbed is nose against yours.

You smiled and blushed before you pulled him closer by the collar and pressed your lips to his, kissing him hard.

“Shawn! Has anyone seen Shawn Mendes?” You could hear Cez just outside your door looking for the man in front of you.

He groans against your lips and pulls away. “That’s my cue, see you out there honey.” He smiled as he pecked at your lips a couple of times before walking around your seat to make his way to the door, but you grab his wrist.

“Oh and Shawn,” you smiled innocently up at your man, your other hand undoing the tie on your robe as a few people walked in with the huge pair of wings you would wear down the run way“don’t look at other girls.” You wink before you jump out of you seat and walk to the crew and strapping the wings on, catching the gaze of your boyfriend as he was being pulled away.

•••

You were switching your weight from one leg to the other as if you were dancing along to Lost in Japan. You flicked your hair out of your face before you watched on model walk backstage, smiling brightly before you walked out, your heels clicking behind you.

You smiled brightly as you flared out the skirt. The cheers grew louder, making Shawn turn around and his eyes go wide at you, his mouth stopping at the words can’t get you off my mind.

He stops playing guitar and makes his way towards you, reaching for your hand and giving it a gentle kiss before he walked you to the end, spreading his arms out and everyone woo’s and hollers and all you can do is shake your head at the man next to you before you make you way backstage.

He pulls his microphone from the stand to resume singing and continues to walk with you, he stops you at the end of the run way to gives you a light kiss and (not) accidentally says ‘I love you’ into the mic. Really, it was only directed towards you, but of course everyone goes ‘awe’ and even the model that came behind you stopped to give you two a moment.

You blow him a kiss after you shoved him away, walking backstage. The models who were getting dressed and the other performers clapped and yelped as you walked past them, a huge smile on your face.

•••

You were pulling your hair up into a messy bun when the dressing room door opened for umpteenth time and Shawn came in, his arms immediately reaching out for you.

He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and giving your neck a gentle kiss. “You did so well baby, looked fuckin’ sexy out there.” He nipped at the skin of your shoulder. You move your head the other way to give him more access and you place your smaller hands on his tattooed arms that enclosed your waist.

You giggle, “Thanks baby. You did amazing as well.” You turned your head to the side, his eyes already on you, the gold flecks in his eyes were shiny in the mirror lights. He quickly pecks your lips then lets you go to pick up some things for you before he turned back to you, his only free hand reached for you to take.

“Let’s take you home so I can have my own private fashion show”

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Sick | Shawn Mendes

Anonymous requested:

can you write something with Shawn getting sick before an important event and he’s struggling to get through it and you end up taking care of him

I’m so in love with sick!shawn so if you have any recommendations pls send them to me.

hope you enjoy!

Masterlist in my bio

•••

Shawn never likes to admit he’s sick. He says it’s just allergies or it’ll go away.

But when your up all night coughing and sneezing and whining, it’s more than just allergies.

You had to untangle his long arms from around your waist early in the morning to make him breakfast. The kitchen smelled of coffee and eggs and bacon. You were watching the the bacon sizzle on the pan as you heard the small whines and groans coming from your boyfriend as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Baby” Shawn whined as he came up behind you, enclosing you in his strong, buff arms. He placed his chin on your shoulder, mumbling some incoherent words into your ears, kissing your neck once in a while.

“What was that honey?” You turned your head to look at him. His cheeks were more pink than usual and his eyes were puffy.

“My throat hurts” he whispered before he sniffed. He cleared his throat a couple of times, never really getting it clear enough so he didn’t sound raspy and scratchy.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?” You asked as you turned off the stove and let the bacon sit on a plate on the counter. You turned around in his arms, bringing your hands up to cup his warm face. “You’re a little warm sweet, I think your getting sick” you said as he leaned his head back on your shoulder.

He shook his head, his brown curls tickling your neck. “I’m not sick, I have the JUNO awards later”

This is is one reason Shawn never admits he’s sick. He’s very much a workaholic. Never stops until it’s its perfect. And he never wants to let his fans down. No matter what his condition is, he’s got to do his job. He’s been sick before, but it has never been like this.

“Shawn, baby. You can’t go. Your too sick” you tried to convince him as you scratched his scalp. You stared back into his tired eyes because you knew he could never resist yours.

He started to say things that made no sense into your neck, and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from laughing.

“Okay, how about this,” you start as you pulled away from his grip. You grab his hand and bring him to sit on a stool. You bring him his plate of food and then turn back around to make him tea. “after breakfast lets take a nap, and if your feeling better you can go, but if there’s any indication that your still sick I’m taking you home. No questions. Got it?” You give him a stern look, meaning business.

“I only wanna go home with you, baby” he joked with a smirk on his face. You can’t help but smile at his playfulness, wondering how this man can still make jokes even when he’s dying inside.

“Just eat, Shawn” you roll your eyes as you turn back around to finish his tea.

•••

Tiff brushed her hands on his shoulders, wiping off some excess fluff of the jacket, she pats Shawn’s chest and smiles “Alrighty, all set” she announced as she turned around to put away her things. You were putting in an earring when you heard his coughing, and it was the type of coughing where it sounds like mucus or some type of liquidy fluid in his airways. He was definitely sick, but’s he’s to stubborn to accept it.

You straighten the jewelry on your ear as you turn around, giving Shawn a look. “I’m fine” he muttered, his face red but pale, his eyes were droopy and didn’t have that enthusiasm they always had.

You walk to him, rubbing up and down his back. “Baby are you sure your okay?” Your facial features changed into concern and all you wanted to do was cuddle him and help him feel better.

He sniff loudly, turning back around to face you, his eyes were closed and he wrapped his arms around you as he placed his head on top of yours. “No, but I want to at least get through an hour of the show before leaving. Is that okay babe?”

You sigh as you placed your hands on his back, your head leaning on his chest. “But if you start to feel any worse before the hour mark, we go home. Understood?” You said sternly into his chest.

“Your hot when your mad” he murmured before kissing your hair. You chuckle at his comment before taking his hand and leading him out of the room to the car where Andrew was already sitting in.

You two sat in your seats, Shawn’s large hand gingerly placed on your thigh, his finger rubbing side to side. He sniffed a couple of times and cleared his throat. You placed your hand on top of his that was on your leg and his head turns to you. He smiled tiredly at you, the bags under his eyes more prominent than usual and the lids starting to droop. You pat your shoulder, indicating for him to lay his head on it. He shifts in his seat to reach your height and lays on your shoulder, his curls ticking your neck. You turned your head to lightly kiss his eye. “Go to sleep Shawn” you whispered as you watched his eyes flutter shut and his breaths evened out. You call out for Andrew.

•••

Shawn wakes up in a bed, the satin sheets cool against his bare chest. He coughs loudly and shivers. He pulls the covers over his shoulders. His eyes are closed, enjoying the feeling of the warm blanket.

Wait

He opens his eyes and looks around the dark room, the only light from the the sun setting coming for the window. He sees his suit layed out on a chair, his boots neatly placed on the floor next to it. He sees your dress hanging on the closet door and can hear some shuffling coming from outside of the room.

He groans and pulls the covers up to move away from the bed, his feet patting their way to the living room on the cold hardwood floor.

He leans on the door way behind the couch, watching (y/n) fold clothes as she watched something on the tv, the volume on low. She’s humming a tune to herself, slightly moving side to side to the music playing in her head. He admires her shoulders peaking out of the large shirt she’s wearing, many strands of hair poking out of her messy bun. He smiles and quietly makes his way to her.

He deeply breathes out as he massaged her shoulders. She yelps at the sudden contact, her hands letting go of the shirt she was holding, one hand flying over her heart. “Shawn, babe you scared me” she muttered as she picked up the shirt from the floor and stands up, walking around the couch to stand in front of him, cradling his warm, pink face with both her hands. “How are you feeling?” She asks as she pushed her fingers through his unruly curls.

He shrugs and places his hands on her hips, laying his head on her shoulder and lightly kissing her exposed skin. She kissed the shell of his ear and pulls head back from her neck and sets her hand on his forehead, her other hand coming up to his ear, her fingers playing with his earring. “You’re still a little warm, let me get you some meds and some water. Okay?” She starts to pull away from his grasp, but his hands pull her back into his embrace, a small oof coming out of her mouth and into his bare chest. “I need cuddles” he mumbled into her hair.

She chuckles and plants her hands on his hard chest to push away, her long fingernails grazing his chest hairs. “And you’ll get that too, but you need some medicine to make your headache and sore throat better” she walk away and into the bathroom, Shawn following her like a lost puppy.

He coughs as he watches her open the medicine cabinet, checking the description of each pill bottle. He watches her eyebrows furrow as she reads the small print on the bottles, her eyes squinting because she didn’t have her glasses on. She takes out one pill from two bottles and puts them back in the cabinet, shutting the small door thing. She walks around him and into the kitchen, going on her tippy toes to reach the cabinet for a glass and filling in with water. She turns around, her eyes widening at how close he really was, not noticing his proximity. “Take this” she says before getting a newly cleaned and folded hand towel off the couch and putting it under a running faucet. He takes both pills in one swig of the water as he watched her wring out the towel. She turned back around and takes the glass and putting next to the sink. “C’mon” She saunters to the bedroom and wait for him to get in bed before she did anything further.

“Okay, keep this on your head for five minutes, and we’ll see if your temperatures goes down okay baby?” She sits on the edge of the bed and settles the cool, wet towel on his forehead. She smiles sweetly at her sick boy. His eyes are puffier and more red than usual. He sniffled a lot more and his nose was a reddish pinkish color, along with his cheeks. He clears his throat again for the umpteenth and coughs. She gets up from her position on the bed, barely on her own two feet before she feels a large hand wrap around her wrist.

She turns back around and looks at Shawn, his pink lips in a pout, the wet towel on his forehead dragging down onto his eyebrows. Even though he's feeling the worst right now, you had to admit, he was so cute when he was vulnerable. “Please stay” Shawn whined, his puffy eyes closed.

You sigh and smile down at him. You kiss his nose, then both his cheeks before pulling away. “Let me finish with the laundry then I’m all yours okay baby?”

He whined in protest again but he let your hand go and you walk to your bluetooth speaker and connect your phone to it and play you calm music playlist, keeping at low for him before you walk out into the living room.

•••

The moon was shining when Shawn woke up. His head wasn’t pounding and his throat was less irritated. He looked around the room and he heard the shower running and the soft humming of his girlfriend coming from the bathroom, a strip of light coming from under the door.

He sat in bed, patiently waiting for (y/n) to get out of the shower. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and decides to do some writing while he waits for her.

He slowly got out of bed and picked up his guitar and his notebook and pencil and sat back down on the bed, his torso leaning against the headboard. He zoned out as he plucks a few cords until they merge into a tune and he puts words into it and when (y/n)’s coming out, one of his shirts like a dress on her, he’s got at least half of a song done.

“What’cha doin’?” She piped up as she ran her fingers through her wet hair, her cheeks pink from the humid air. Shawn jumps a little, not noticing her presence.

He stops playing and puts his guitar on the floor, leaning it against the bedside table. He closes his notebook, the pencil in the spot where he just was as he placed it on the table. “Just writing” he mumbled before clearing his throat again and closing his eyes, sleep coming back to him once again.

(Y/n) crawls on top of the bed and presses her hand against his forehead. “You’ve gotten better. I don’t think you have a fever anymore. Maybe you should eat something. Do you want me to make you anything?” She asked as she positioned herself to sit cross legged on the bed.

He just shakes his head and opens his arms for you to lay in. “You said you would cuddle but you never did” he whined, a pout on his lips. You chuckle and lean in to kiss his nose before falling onto his chest. He caresses your arm, forming goosebumps on your skin before he kissed your wet hair.

You two sat like this for quite some time, so long that his hand started to slow down its movements up and down your arm and his forehead kisses weren’t so frequent. After a while they both stopped all together and you crane your neck back to see his adorable sleeping face. Small even huffs of air coming out of his pink lips, that one curl falling into his eye.

You move up to kiss his forehead, then his ear before whispering “Sleep tight baby. I love you and I hope you feel better tomorrow.” Then you close your eyes and fall into a deep slumber in Shawn’s arms.

I’m sorry!!! I don’t know why I wait so long but at least I got another done. Anyway, excuse the typos if any and I hope you enjoyed! Pls reblog if you liked.

Ps: if you have any sick!shawn recommendations pls send them to me.

And only two more imagines before my masterlist is out! Woo okay gn mucho amor

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Birthday | Shawn Mendes

@psigopaat requested:

So all my friends forgot it was my birthday and I was wondering if you could do something with a birthday?? You’re amazing!

Happy belated birthday!

Also fun fact: my birthday is the same day as the day the album Illuminate came out. I share a birthday with an album.

Warnings: sexual mentions

Anyway, hope this is good!

Masterlist in my bio

•••

Shawn wakes up to light kisses being pressed everywhere on his face. The soft but chapped lips pull up into a smile when they realize Shawn has awoken. “G’morning birthday boy” the lips whispered against his before pecking his, his cheeks reddening as he smiles.

He opens his eyes and looks down on his chest to see his girl, her hand rubbing up and down his chest, a smile on her face as she kissed down his neck. He immediately hooks an arm around her exposed waist and turns them around. She yelps in surprise as her arms instinctively wrap around his neck, the giggles loud and contagious coming past her pink lips.

He looks down and just admires. Admires her hair spread around on the pillow. Admires the redness of her cheeks and just how kissable they are. Admires the few hickeys-some a fresh purple color from last night, and others fading away. He admires the scarce amount of freckles, and how they go from her cheeks to her collarbone. And he admires those eyes. Those damn eyes that got him weak in the knees when he first laid his eyes on her four years ago. The flecks and the brightness still being his number one weakness.

“What?” You asked, the silence of the bright morning getting to your head. Shawn comes back to mind, shaking his head slightly before smiling down at her and giving her a peck.

The couple was in the middle of an innocent make out session, few pecks every now and then in between giggles and stares when the door bell rings, startling the birthday boy, his brown hair bouncing. “What’s that?” He asked her, his eyebrows knitted together.

(Y/n) avoids his eyes, shrugging her bare shoulders with a smirk on her face. “I don’t know, let’s go check it out.” She pushes on his shoulders to crawl away from him before he could do anything else. You grab one of his hoodies laying around your room and walk out into the living room to get to the door, Shawn comes running behind you in his boxers and a white T-shirt, his hand grabbing for yours as you start to unlock the door.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Shawn, happy birthday to you” the faint singing of his family is heard as you opened the door wider, revealing his parents and his sister Aaliyah, huge smile on their faces as they hold a box full of donuts. Shawn doesn’t like a lot of sweets, but donuts are his weakness.

He tilts his head to the side, a smile on his face. He hugs his family before letting them in and guiding them to the kitchen, grabbing a donut and eating half of it in one bite. His dad and sister walk closely behind him as they disappear into the kitchen and Karen stay behind with you.

•••

You and Shawn are sitting on a bench on your balcony. The cool Toronto wind whipping your hair back, bringing goosebumps to your skin. Shawn notices, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap, rubbing his large hands up and down your exposed legs. You were looking out into the city, the birds chirping and the cars driving on the streets had you distracted when Shawn kissed your cheek. You turn your head back at him, a huge smile taking up a lot of space on his face as he looked down at you, his eyes moving around, looking at the different features of your face. “Thank you baby, I love you” he whispered before he kissed your lips, both of you smiling into it.

You hum as you pull away, a pout adorning his lips as he looked at your lips. “The day isn’t over babe. C’mon, let’s go get dressed” you jump off his lap and walk into the apartment, your socked feet patting your way to the bed room.

•••

You watched as Shawn took pictures with some fans. Your head tilted to the side as you smiled at your boyfriend in his own element. His eyes trailed to yours when he finished taking a picture with a girl, waiting for the next, a small guilty smile on his face. You shake your head slightly, letting him know it was okay because you enjoyed watching Shawn.

When he finishes with the group, he walks back to you, a couple of bags and packages in his hand. “Sorry honey,” he said kissing your forehead “let’s go” He balances the gifts under one arm and takes your hand.

You walk in the restaurant, the aroma of delicious food hitting your senses. The chatter of guests is loud and the chill of the air conditioning makes you shiver. Shawn notices, going behind you and wrapping his arms around your smaller frame.

“Hey guys!” The owner of the brunch restaurant, Owen greets you, a pitcher full of iced water in his hand, a black apron under his potbelly. He set down the pitcher on a table and wiped his hands on his apron before pulling you two into a side hug. “Happy birthday man” Owen said as he pat Shawn’s shoulder. “Normal seat?” He asked, making his way to the back of the restaurant, already knowing the answer.

•••

“You’re so gorgeous, you know that baby?” Shawn asked out of nowhere. His burger was half eaten and the fries are all gone when you look up at him, his eyes squinted at you, his fingers interlaced as he leaned his chin on the back of his hands, his cheeks the normal rose color.

You blush as you fish out your wallet, still not used to his comments every now and then. “You only tell me all the time.” You take out your credit card, placing it on the table as you hear his hums of objection, his mouth full of burger as he leaned over the table to take out his wallet from his back pocket. You shake your head. “No sweet, I’m paying this time”

“No hun, let me pay” he mumbled as he started to swallow his food, opening his wallet with the few fingers that weren’t greasy.

“Shawn you always pay” you object.

“Yeah, ‘cause I’m a gentleman”

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Shawn, happy birthday to you” five workers plus Owen sang, a small cupcake with a candle on a plate drizzled in chocolate syrup.

“It’s on the house y’all” Owen said, putting the plate in front of Shawn as he took the other plates and walking away.

•••

You two walked up the stairs to your apartment floor, arms linked together, fingers interlaced, your head on his bicep as you two walked slowly.

Nothing was said, just Shawn humming a tune in his head, sometimes he’d sway you back and forth. You reached your floor and he held the door open for you, and bowing “always a gentleman” you giggled as you walk into the hall.

“Happy birthday!” Everyone yelled as you opened the door to your apartment. The lights flickered on and confetti flew everywhere. Teddy, who came around the couch, holding up her phone, capturing his surprised expression.

This time, his parents came up to him with a large birthday cake, candles still lit. Shawn smiles and closes his eyes for a second before blowing out the candles, egniting more cheers from everyone. “Thanks guys!” Shawn exclaimed as he went around the room to greet people.

“You should thank your lover over there” Brian said as he gave Shawn a bro hug, cocking his head towards you. Shawn turns around just as you hugged your sister, laughing at something she said on your ear. Shawn just pats his shoulder weakly before making his way to you, coming from behind as he wrapped his arms around your waist, making you yelp in surprise, but you soon relaxed in his touch and placed your arms over his. Shawn leaned his head on your shoulder and whispered “Thank you sweetie” before kissing your ear. You turn your head to look at him and smile before kissing his nose.

Your sister groans “You guys are so cute. I’ll leave you alone now” she winked at you before she walked away.

•••

It was around one in the morning, everyone had left. The only on was from the kitchen, plates and cups scattered around the kitchen island. You sighed as you picked up a trash bag started to stuff the scraps of foods and plates and plastic cups onto it.

Shawn came walking back from the bathroom, he’s changed out of black jeans and button up into sweatpants and white T-shirt. “Baby, you get ready for bed, I’ll do this” he said taking the plastic bag from your hands and pushing you towards the bedroom.

You gave him a smile and a kiss before you hurried into the room to get ready for his last surprise.

•••

Shawn turned off the kitchen light before he made his way to the bedroom, cautiously watching his step in the dark. He walks in and see that the bathroom door is shut, light coming from the bottom. She’s been in there that long? He asked himself before he knocked on the door. “Baby, you okay in there?” He leans his head on the door, ear to the wood as to hear her better.

You pulled your freshly curled hair in front of your shoulders and smacked your glossed lips together before humming out an answer. You took out your mascara and started to put it on. You bat your eyelashes and deciding you’re done. You unplug your hair curler and put it away before unlocking the door.

“Baby is everything o-” Shawn trailed off, his eyes widening, mouth gaping at you.

The silk robe hung loosely on your frame, giving him a glance of your almost nonexistent lace lingerie. Shawn muttered some curse words before he lead out “Baby?”

“You like your last surprise?” You gave a confident smirk and played with the tie of your robe as you sauntered your way slowly to the bed.

You flicked your head, tousling your hair back, exposing your neck. You crawled your way to Shawn, laying one hand on his broad chest. You smiled at him before you sweetly kissed the corner of his mouth before making your way down his neck, egniting some moans and whimpers from him.

“Happy birthday to me” Shawn breathed out as he watched you tug at his boxers, a smile on his pink face.

Idk I hope you like this @psigopaat and happy (super) belated birthday!

One more imagine to go before my masterlist is out!

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Makeup | Shawn Mendes

@loveablejonah requested (a long time ago, sorry): Hey sorry I hope i’m not annoying you....but could you write me another Shawn imagine? Something just full of fluff...i’m so SO soft right now for Shawn...help😭❤️☺️🥰

So since you didn’t specify on what you wanted, I thought of this concept a while ago so I’m just gonna give it a go.

Warnings: some language

Enjoy! Masterlist in my bio

•••

You sipped at your tea as you adjusted your ring light and your camera to make sure it was recording and that it was in focus before you moved around your equipment to sit on the couch.

“Baby! Shawn are you almost ready?” You yelled as you put your mug down and unlocked your phone to scroll through social media.

“Comin’ sweetie.” You hear his feet tap against the wood floor of your apartment. “Okay I’m ready.” He came in through the door, a water bottle in his hands, his brown curls floppy and so curly in front of his face. He comes to sit next to you and you get up once again to check your camera before sitting back with Shawn. “Wait, so what exactly are we doing?”

You smile cheekily at him. “I’m doing your makeup. Okay now shh and move behind the camera, I’m gonna introduce you.” You hover your finger over his lips and he goes to bite it, but you shreak and pull away. He gives you a kiss on the cheek before moving to stand behind the camera.“Okay seriously,” you pull all of your hair to one side of your head before you smile and wave into the camera. “hi guys! I’m (y/n) and welcome back to my channel. If you’re new here, hello welcome and I hope you stay and watch.” You hear Shawn chuckle and you turn to glare at him. He just smiles at you and blows you a kiss, making you blush.

“Uh, if you haven’t read the title, yes I have a boyfriend, surprisingly.” You look from the camera to Shawn and see him shaking his head. “Anyway, and finally, finally he let me do his makeup so...introducing the wonderful, Shawn Mendes!” He comes around the camera and sits next to you when your making soft screams and shreaks. “Woo, Shawn Mendes! Was I as loud as your usual crowd?”

He chuckles as he settles his hand on your thigh. “Oh, for sure.”

You giggle before turning your attention back to the camera. “Well, if you have been living under a rock, yes, this is the Shawn Mendes and yes, he is my boyfriend,” you chuckle. “there are so many girls probably sobbing right now.”

He laughs, you smile at him. His soft pink cheeks shine in the light of you ring light. His hair is so soft and bouncy you want to keep your fingers in it all day everyday. “You’re so cute. Anyway, after like months of trying to convince him, he finally let me do him makeup, even though he has someone everyday to do it, hi Anna! Okay are you ready baby?” He nods and rubs your thigh. “Where’s your headband?”

“I was supposed to bring it?” He asked as he took a sip of your tea.

“Yes! That way your hair wouldn’t get in the way.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and shake your head. “I think I have one in the bathroom, go check.” He gets up and goes into the bathroom, flicking the light on. “If you would’ve brought your headband this video would be going smoothly.”

“Sorry baby, you’re just too distracting.” He said from the bathroom. “Okay found one.” He came back out with the headband on his head, his curls pushed back. He comes to sit next to you.

“Okay, so I’m gonna do this makeup look on him, hopefully it ends well.” You unlock your phone to a picture you had saved with the look and you show it to the camera.

Shawn’s eyes bug out when he sees the picture. “Um, I’m gonna look ridiculous.”

“That’s the point babe. Okay concealer!” You pick up the small tube and open it. “You should know what it does, you do photoshoots and stuff.”

He gives you a look and shakes his head. “It covers blemishes,” you go to dot his skin. “which you don’t have.” You turn to give the camera a look. You dot his face anyway. You pick up your beauty blender and pat his face. “Now foundation, even though this is not your skin color.” You dan some spots on his face with the makeup and you pat his face, blending out the color, your tounge sticking out in concentration, eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re so cute when you’re concentrated.” He mumbled as his gaze moved around your face. His lips curl into a smile when he sees your cheeks darken. He kisses your nose quickly. “And when you blush.”

“Stop.” You look away from him and grab your contouring palette. “Now the usual contouring. Baby can you make a duck face for me.” You grab a brush and dig it into the darker shades and wait for him to contort his face. You blend in the darker and lighter shades into his skin. “Damn honey, look at you!”

You grabbed a eyeshadow palette and looked through it, looking for a color closest to the picture. Shawn looked over your shoulder. “That’s close. Right?” Shawn asked, pointing at a dark shade magenta. You picked up a small brush and dabbed at the pigment.

“Close your eyes babe.” You dabbed the color on his eyes. “Want fake lashes?”

“No! I’ve seen you put those things on, I won’t be able to see. Why do girls even put on makeup, they’re beautiful without it. You’re beautiful without makeup.” He was looking at you like you were the most amazing thing on this planet, to him you were.

You blushed as you opened the tube of mascara. “Okay, I need you to keep your eyes wide.” You slowly start to put on the mascara over his lashes. Every other second he has to pull away because his eyes get dry.

You finish up with the look, giving his some highlight and a dark red lip.

“My face feels so heavy. I’m so tired.” Shawn leaned back on the couch, his eyes closed.

You giggle at him before turning back to the camera. “Hope you enjoyed watching me put makeup on Shawn. If you did please like this video and subscribe for more videos like this. If this video gets over 50 thousand views I’ll let him do my makeup. Bye!” You got up and turned off the camera before jumping onto Shawn’s lap. “You look so beautiful.” You leaned down to kiss his neck.

He hums and rubs his hands on the skin of your torso under his hoodie he had given you throughout the video.

He soon falls asleep and you reach over for your phone to take a picture of him, posting it on your Instagram.

I don’t really like this like at all but idk.

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