#shawn mendes imagines

[cashmeremars]

𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 || 𝐬.𝐦

pairing: shawn mendes x reader

summary: shawn stumbles upon a coffee shop while on tour and becomes infatuated with the waitress

word count: 1.7k+

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so long... but i promise you’re in for a surprise... 

The heat of Amsterdam was relentless as Shawn continued to roam the unfamiliar streets of the city. Crossing bridges and tripping over loose rubble, Shawn sighed as his eyes scanned the stores lining the streets, hoping to find a place to settle down before heading back to his tour bus. He watched as a bicycle rider rode past him before slowing down and stopping at what seemed to be a cafe. He adjusted his jacket before reaching for his phone and checking the time. He had around 2 hours before he was expected to be back on the tour bus. Shawn smiled to himself as he followed the path the bicycle rider had just taken to get to the cafe down the street. 

As Shawn approached the front door of the cafe, he snapped a quick picture of the shop name just in case he needed to send his location to his manager. A mellow bell rang throughout the cafe as he pushed the door open. The smell of cinnamon and warm coffee danced through the air as he inhaled. The cafe was quaint, with landscape paintings lining the walls. Jazz music whispered under the sound of clanking dishes. 

Shawn sighed as he sat himself down at a booth nearest to the corner of the cafe, to ensure that no potential fans could spot him. The cafe was quite empty, as it was 2 pm on a weekday. A stained menu on the side of the table caught his eye. He reached over with a sigh, grabbing the corners of the menu to avoid touching the brown stains. A frown etched itself on his forehead as he flipped through the menu, the words splattering the page were close enough to English to follow along, but not enough to fully comprehend. Dutch, Shawn whispered to himself. He was in Amsterdam after all.

Shawn dropped the menu, opting to fiddle with the slightly tattered fabric of the booth, watching silhouettes walk past the cafe window. He closed his eyes, bopping his head along to the music flooding the cafe. 

“Are you new here?” A voice intruded Shawn’s entrancement.

“Uh, yeah,” Shawn spoke. He felt his breath constrict as he made eye contact with you. He’d truly never seen anyone as beautiful. “How could you tell?” Shawn spoke with a soft smile. He felt his heartbeat begin to pick up. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before, and you also looked a little clueless,” You point out with a laugh. 

“Oh, uh, sorry. I’m just here on tour. I’m a singer,” Shawn explains. 

“That’s cool,” you reply, raising your eyebrows. 

“Yeah. Grammy-nominated,” Shawn stammered. You nod, and his face flushed as he acknowledged his failed attempt at boasting. 

“Right,” you smile before pulling out a notepad and pen from your waist apron, “So, what would you like to order?” you say after a beat of silence. 

“Right. Right, of course.” Shawn stammered, “I don’t really know what’s good here, and I can’t really read the menu,” He says, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Ahh. I’m assuming you want me to tell you?” you question. 

“If that’s what you want, then sure. Tell me what’s good here.” Shawn spoke as he leaned forward on the table, leaning his head on his hand. He watched as you twirled the pen between your fingers. You were mesmerizing to him. You had an aura that was carefree yet so captivating. 

“What do you like?” you ask, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Something sweet,” Shawn spoke, “like you,” he continued with a speck of confidence.

“Oh. I see.” You hesitate to laugh. 

“Sorry, was that a bit much?” He asked as his confidence crumbled. 

“Yeah, it was a little cheesy,” You reply, tapping the notepad with your pen. 

“Right.” Shawn’s could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. 

“You still want something sweet?” You asked. He perked up as he sensed remnants of a flirty subtext.  “On the menu, I mean.” You clarify, now just as flustered as Shawn was just a moment ago. 

“Yeah for sure. Maybe a brownie?” he fumbled with the menu once more, hoping that he’d ordered something that was an actual option. 

“Anything else?” You ask keeping your eyes on the notepad as you scribble Shawn’s order. 

“A cup of coffee,” Shawn took a deep breath in, “And your number?” he exhaled, squinting slightly to gauge your reaction. Your pen halts as your eyes pan to his. 

“Uh, coming right up.” You tilt your head before making your way back to the counter.  

Shawn sighed deeply once you were out of sight. He hadn’t realized that he wasn’t breathing properly until you’d left, leaving him to stew in his own embarrassment. He’d never behaved so awkwardly in his life, and yet you didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He could’ve chalked it up to your food service hospitality, but he sensed a glint of something unfamiliar in your eyes. She was charmed, he thought to himself.  

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“Your order, sir.” You carefully place the coffee in front of Shawn before positioning the brownie a bit off to the side. The smell of fresh cocoa from the brownie melted his senses as he eyed the careful foam art floating on top of his coffee. He’d definitely have to visit again. 

“Shawn,” he said, “Mendes. Shawn Mendes.” He continued, placing his hand on his chest briefly. He watched her carefully in hopes that she’d recognized his name. 

“Already skipping the formalities?” You say as you wipe your hands on your apron. 

“Sure are.” He replies, “You don’t have a name tag?” He asked, eyeing the spot on your shirt where your name tag should be. 

“Yeah,” You took a quick look down at your uniform and shrugged, “It keeps me mysterious,” You continued. 

“Mysterious. That’s cool.” Shawn nods once, pursing his lips.  

“Very,” you reply, glancing around the cafe briefly. 

“Do I get to know your name?” Shawn said as you began to walk away. 

“But then what would happen to the mystery?” You quipped before disappearing behind the counter once again. 

The soft music tangled with the saccharine aroma of the coffee. He closed his eyes, as he revelled in the serene atmosphere of the empty cafe. There were no fans to bombard him, and no cameras to observe him. Nobody to perform for, or to pretend for. Just him, a cup of coffee, a brownie, and a girl who made his heart spring. 

Shawn scrolled through his phone as he gradually made his way through the honeyed meal. He watched his DMs flood full of Instagram models and influencers, but none of them compared to the waitress whose name he didn’t even know. 

“Here’s your bill, Shawn.” You lay the piece of paper in front of Shawn’s empty cup, and crumb-filled plate. 

“Thank you.” He looks up with a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “So, when can I get your number?” He asks. 

“It’ll be a surprise.” you shrug.

“So, are you always working here?” Shawn asks as you’re about to walk away once again. 

“I work on weekends if that’s what you’re asking” you reply, “Is there a reason why you need to know, Shawn?” you asked.

“Well, I’m only here this week for my concert, so-”

“You’re gonna try to woo me over during the short period of time you’re here?” You squint your eyes at him.

“Precisely,” He quipped.

“Well, you’re very persistent, Shawn.”

“I usually am.” Shawn knew that wasn’t true. Truthfully, he was always nervous whenever he had to speak to a girl he was fond of. He was already quite introverted as is, and speaking to you made him feel like he had frogs in his throat. 

“Charming. Well, we’ll see how your quest goes,” you laugh.

“When do you get off work?” he asked.

“Later tonight,” you said. 

“Then, I’ll be waiting right here.” Shawn folds his hands together, placing them on the table.

“Of course, you will, Prince Charming,” you raise your eyebrows in amusement as you lean over to collect the empty cup and plate.

“Does that make you my Cinderella?” he asked.

“I see the wooing has begun. Too bad I have to get back to my shift,” you turn, leaving him with the bill. 

Shawn grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, paying for the bill before texting his manager that he might be back a little later than expected.

“Excuse me? Are you Shawn?” A man with bulky glasses and a thick accent approached the table with a stone-cold expression. 

“Yes, I am.” Shawn’s back straightened instinctively as he felt himself start to tense.

“Well, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” He gestures to the door and sends a single nod of his head in Shawn’s direction. 

“Pardon?” Shawn locks his phone, placing it on the table. 

“Well, it seems that your excessive flirting with one of our employees has made her quite uncomfortable, to say the least,” The man explains. Shawn looks down and notices the similarities between the man uniform and the waitress’s uniform. He also notices the name tag sitting neatly on the man’s black shirt. 

“What?” Shawn’s eyebrows furrow together. He was hoping that he’d misheard due to the man’s accent.

“You asked for her number, what days she worked, what time she gets off, and then said that you would stay until she was done working. I mean, that’s a bit much don’t you think, sir?” The man folded his arms as his face remained stoic. 

“I was just trying to-” Shawn hesitates to explain. He knew that he was awkward and nervous at times, but he didn’t expect that he could misread a situation so incorrectly. 

“It doesn’t matter what you were trying to do. It very clearly did not work,” The man said. His gaze bores into Shawn’s. The longer the man stared, the more Shawn felt his own composure falter. “Will you be leaving?” The man asked. Shawn snaps out of his fear-induced trance, scrambling for his phone as he shoves his wallet into his back pocket.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I’ll get going. Tell her I’m sorry about all of that.” Shawn’s hands flail wildly as he tries to explain while struggling to get out of his seat. 

“Thank you for visiting our coffee shop. You probably shouldn’t come back.” The man pats Shawn’s back as he escorts him out of the cafe. 

“Yeah, uh… yeah, thank you for the experience,” He mumbled. 

Shawn left the shop with a belly full of coffee, a half-eaten brownie, and the urge to throw it all up.

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[shawnxstyles]

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

shawn head-cannons #1 (smut)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[melonsmysteriousmonarchy]

Shawn Mendes Imagine ~ He's Stressed

I could tell that he was stressed. I always knew. His restless movements while sleeping, constantly staying up writing music, barely eating. It was a bad habit of his. He didn't like showing weakness, he always put up a wall from everyone around him to show that he's strong. To show that he doesn't want to give up. If he wasn't careful, then he was going to burn himself out. Mentally and physically. I did not want to have to take him to the hospital if he's sick but if it shows him that he's killing himself, then I'll do it. I fell asleep early that night when the incident happened. Shawn had just come home from the studio and I was pretending to be asleep when he came in the room. He looked exhausted. His hair messy, his eyes have huge bags underneath them, sweat dripping off his forehead, everything. I even noticed that he looked skinnier than the last time I fully got to see him. He might not think that I can see his pain, but I do. I always do. He left the room to go wash himself up and change. I knew he was stressed when he wore his shirt to bed for the first time in a while. He normally always sleeps with his shirt off since he knows that I like it not on. After he was done, he climbed into bed and pulled me close to him by my waist so that my back was against his chest. I fell back asleep for a little bit when I was woken up again by him moving around so much before he finally woke up again.

Shawn left the room and I knew that he was going to try to go write in his office in the room next door. I told him it was a bad idea to have his office so close to our bedroom but he somehow convinced me that it was fine. I got up out of our bed, put my slippers on, and went to the door where he was sitting down at the desk. "What are you doing awake so late?" I asked, leaning against the door making him turn around. "What are you doing awake so late?" He asked. "Woke up earlier when you first got home. I woke up again when you started moving around so much in bed." I told him and he sighed. "Y/N-" I cut him off. "Save it, Shawn. I know what's wrong with you." I said. "What is wrong with me then?" He asked, rubbing a hand over his face. "You're stressed, Shawn! I know this because you've been out late and your barely eating. Look at yourself, your skinny as a bone." I told him. "I'm not stressed! I've been busy and barely have had time to eat. I'm fine though. I need to get back to writing and working." He said. It was tearing me apart. Seeing him like this. All stressed and worked up. I was trying to help him, not make him worse...

"I'm just trying to help you, Shawn. It hurts me seeing you like this all stressed and worked up. I don't like you hurting yourself." I said to him, frowning. "Please, just me help you and work with you." I said, walking over before touching his arm. He threw my hand away. "I don't need your help! Just let me get this done!! Can you stop being clingy for once in your life?" He asked, slamming his hand against the table. I backed away, tearing up. "You really think that I'm clingy?" I whispered at the end. "Yes, I do. Now leave me alone!!" He said and I let a few tears go down my face. "Fine, I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry for trying to help you. It's not my fault that you are like this. It's your own." I said, leaving the room. I grabbed my jacket before putting it on and I put on some actual sneakers. I walked over to the door, seeing Shawn sitting at the desk with his head in his hand. I shook my head before leaving the apartment. I noticed Brian, Shawn's best friend & our roommate, walking towards me. "Y/N, what's going on?" He asked. "Ask your best friend. I'm going to stay over at his parents' place. Don't call me." I said, walking out of the apartments. I got in a Uber and rode over to where Shawn's parents live. I knocked on the door and saw Karen. "Y/N, sweatheart, what's wrong?" Karen, his mother, asked me and I started crying more. "Awe, come here." She whispered, pulling me into her arms making me hug her back.

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"Let me get this straight, Shawn called you clingy because he's stressed?" Aaliyah, Shawn's younger sister, asked. I nodded, taking a sip of my hot chocolate. "Well, you are welcome to stay for the night, honey. I'll call or talk to Shawn myself tomorrow. Aaliyah, why don't you stay in your brother's bed for tonight? I don't think Y/N wants to stay in his bed tonight." Manny said and Aaliyah nodded. I heard my phone going off and I saw that it was Brian calling me. "What's wrong, Brian?" I asked him. "It's Shawn. He passed out and hit his head. He's on the way to the hospital." He told me. "I'll let his family know." I said, ending the call. "Shawn passed out and hit his head. He's on his way to the hospital." I said. We all grabbed our things before Karen drove us over. I looked around and saw Brian's car. We parked next to it before we rushed inside. I looked over to see Brian, sitting down in the waiting room. "Brian. Where is he?" I asked. "He's getting a CT scan. He might have a concussion." Brian said, I nodded sitting down.  

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30 minutes later, the doctor came in. "Shawn Mendes?" He asked and we stood up. "What's going on?" I asked. "Mr Mendes indeed does have a concussion. He is also very malnourished and dehydrated. We want to keep him overnight to keep an eye on him." The doctor said. "No more injuries?" Karen asked. "No more." He said and I sighed in relief. "Can I see him?" I asked. "Are you Y/N?" He asked me. "I am." I said. "He was asking for you." I looked at Shawn's family who nodded. I followed the doctor. "I'll leave you both alone." I The doctor said and I nodded before going inside the room. Shawn opened his eyes and looked over. "You finally learned your lesson?" I asked him, walking over. "Are you going to give me the 'I told you so' talk?" He asked me. "No. I think you learned the hard way." I said, sitting down next to him. "Can you tell me what you were stressed about?" I asked. "Andrew and I got into a argument. About how I wasn't putting enough songs out, about how I was only focusing on my family, and everything like that. I got so distracted into thinking about the conversation that I forgot about the most important thing. You, my family, how much you guys care about me. I forgot about my feelings and I started pushing them away. I feel so terrible about what I said to you. You're not clingy, you are not anything like that. You're wonderful, beautiful-" I could tell that he was getting emotional.

I grabbed his hand, squeezing it. "Honey, look at me." I said and he turned his head. "You should've told me. I could've helped you." I said. "I'm so sorry." He said, tears pouring down his red cheeks. I got onto the bed next to him and pulled his head into my chest. "I've got you. It's going to be okay." I said, holding the man I love close.

#shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagines

[violetsandfluff]

Shawn Mendes Blurbs

here are all of my shawn blurbs, or writings that are less than 1000 words. * indicates smut, ^ indicates angst, + indicates dad!shawn.

Sniffles and Snuggles // Part 2

Yet Another Shawn Mendes Sickfic

Savage Love

Vacation // Part 2 // Part 3*

Dying Wish

You Need More Practice

Streak

Puppy Love

Halo

Cramps

Lipgloss*

Where She Belongs +

Tour Life +

Going on Tour

Sleeping In*

Desperate, Clingy Sex*

Cos I Put Them There

Kisses*

ASMR

Aftercare*

Hockey Promises +

Beginner’s Luck

Losing Game*

Terrible Twos +

The Notebook

Hockey Dad!Shawn +

The Talk

White Shirt Shawn

Bound and Determined*

Wedding Night

More Wedding Scenarios +

Dad!Shawn’s Day Off + // Part 2 +

Period Smut with Vampire!Shawn*

Charm’s Sketchbook +

I Meant to Hurt You (vampire!shawn)^*

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[pinkpetalwaterimagine]

heels sucks (S.M. imagine) 

Helloooo, it has been a hot minute, so here is a little something. English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes in advance

Bonne lecture 🌈🌈🌟🥧

Word Count : 1k

Summary : You shouldn't have wear those heels, just some wedding fluff (not yours)

Why? Why was your first thought. Why did you chose to wear such shoes for such a ceremony. To be fair he warned you, he warned you you’ll get sick of those shoes quick enough, but stubborn as you were you thought you could handle it. The more the minutes passed by the more you realized you will finish this night barefoot. 

The lights were shining bright all around you, and the smell of the hundreds of flowers was lingering in the air and left such a sweet odor around, masking the smell of the sweaty bodies dancing around. The ceremony has been so pretty, the sun was shining during the day leaving everyone with rosy cheeks. You loved rosy cheeks on him, it’s like he was constantly flustered. You looked in his direction, his knee was touching yours under the table, and when he wasn’t picking up his fork or raising his glass filled with red wine to his rosy lips he would rest his arm on your shoulders and squeeze gently. His body heat, the wine, champagne and the love in the air left you with a soft smile on your face. You couldn’t believe how everything turned out so beautiful. 

You forgot the pain that you were feeling in your feet and just got lost in your boyfriend’s beauty. His hair was just brush in the right way, his eyes were sparkling in the cool night. Tonight, Shawn opted for a more relaxed suit than what he usually wears for formal occasion and god how it suited him. He was wearing a suit entirely made of a light washed jean fabric that just match his skin tone so well, the white shirt almost open until the middle of his chest was just calling for you and you had to refrain to just let your hands roam his body. He could feel the love in your eyes watching him all night and he never felt more at ease than in the moment where yours eyes met, the stars were shining above you and with a soft song playing in the background, the kind of scene you only find in movies. He took your hand getting up and took you to the dance floor. Even if you didn’t wanted to think about your feet in those killing devices you winced and Shawn obviously saw through your act. He let you sit again on your chair not wanting to hurt you more, you were disappointed wanting to dance with him during this magical night that felt like it was made for the two of you, whereas it was not. You thought he was going to sit next to you again and whisper sweet nothings into your ear but you watched him walk away, in the direction of the parking lot. Before you could question yourself even more an aunt that you saw maybe four times in your life took Shawn’s seat and started a conversation. And no it was not about your achievements in your career, or the graduation text she never replied to, no it was about your « hunk of a boyfriend » and how good he looked, maybe too hot for you by the way, according to her. You were refraining from rolling your eyes and just walk out, well you couldn’t walk out but minor detail. After ten minutes of your 50 something year old aunt gushing about your boyfriend, the said boyfriend finally came back. You felt his hand on your shoulder and turn back to him with a grateful smile for saving from your aunt. And then you saw them, he brought your flats to the wedding ! He knew at one point you will be fed up with the heels and having a backup is always great. You took the flats in your hands and changed them quickly. You looked into his eyes and he could see the relief and the love you felt for him. He swore he felt a whole bunch of loopings in his stomach. You muttered a small « Thanks » before leading him to the dance floor, this time free from the pain. 

You wrapped your hands around his waist and burying your face in his chest just above his heart, while he had his arms wrapped around your shoulders with his chin resting on top of your head. The two of you were swaying to the sound of an imaginary song while the dj behind was playing party songs. You were just focused on him and his whole being. The way his arms were wrapped around you, how his touch seemed so soft coming from such a muscled man, how his thighs were brushing against yours at every step, the way his hands were playing with the small hair on the back of your neck like you were the only two in the room. You thought you could never obtain this amount of peace in your life ever again then in that instant. You felt like nothing could happen to the two of you as long as you had each other. You will remember this wedding, not only because you were happy for the happy couple getting marrieds but because you will remember that moment as the time you fell in love all other again with him and it was the moment you knew you stay with this man as long as you possibly could. All those thought were overwhelming, your love for him was overwhelming and a single tear started to make its way down the curve of your cheek. He heard a small sniffle and pulled your head up gently with two of his fingers. 

« What’s happening babe? » he murmured looking into your eyes looking for an answer. 

« I love you so much, that’s what’s happening » you chuckled. 

« Aw babe » he said with a smile as he was stroking your cheek chasing the tear away before leaning in and putting his soft lips on yours. You could taste the red wine on his lips and feel his body radiating with happiness. 

« I love you » he said after detaching his lips from yours, remembering he was surrounded by parts of your family and some strangers.  

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[shawnsssworld]

Um...shawn???

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[buck-nialled]

Matchmaker, Matchmaker - N. Horan + S. Mendes + Lewis C. Imagine

NOTE: this one features Lewis (in case you didn't catch it in the title) as reader's love interest in this imagine. If you're not into that, don't worry. Like my other platonic fics this can be read as a separate piece and with the others. warnings, this is not my best writing and niall is not the best wingman. lewis is also a cheeky shit. here we go!

TAGLIST: @sinceweremutual @theshyspy @sunriseholland @swiftmendeshoran @fedorable-killjoys @littlekidsteve @treadinglifeorslowlydrowning @mendesblurb

SUMMARY: in which your roommate discovers a secret relationship conspiring between you and your other roommate's BFF

It was another slow afternoon in the apartment. Shawn languidly strolled through the front door following his gym session, bare-chested and clad in sweatpants with slip-on shoes he had grown accustomed to sliding against the welcome mat upon entry. After sending Niall a small greeting when he entered the living room, he paused.

“Hey, you haven’t seen my speaker anywhere have you? The small, red one?” Niall’s concentrated stare peels away from the flat screen mounted to the wall, and the strumming of his calloused fingertips on guitar strings halted.

“Didn’t you lend it to Y/N a few days ago?” Shawn’s eyes flicker around in thought before his pointer finger and thumb meet in a snap. He points at Niall victoriously.

“I did. Thanks, man.” His pace is now eager when he reaches your room. So eager for the portable speaker you kindly borrowed for a beach day earlier in the week, Shawn forgot to knock on your door. Little noise could be heard on the other side as he approached your bedroom door, other than an R&B mix playing on low volume.

“Hey, Y/N are you through with m–MY EYES, HOLY SHIT!” Shawn turns to face the bedroom door he just entered through as you attempt to shield the sight of your nude body, as well as your boyfriend. Thankfully, your boyfriend’s ass took up most of Shawn’s vision, leaving the image of your naked frame–mostly–up for interpretation.

“Shawn!” You squeal, before biting. “We talked about knocking.”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you had company. At least warn me and Niall next time you have someone over. A text, a sock on the door, something!” The man pleads.

“Niall’s here?!” Shawn catches a hint of fright in your voice, overlapped by a deeper exclamation demanding the same question. One that sounded familiar to Shawn.

“Yeah…he came home early. Why is…” He turns around and is blanching all over again at the sight of Lewis’s face, reddened and dazed beside yours which is holding the same expression. Everything below your collarbones is decently covered by a white sheet.

“Lewis–wait a minute. You two?” Shawn’s finger raises accusingly and wags back and forth between you and Lewis. Embarrassed by being caught, you find yourself sinking further down below the top sheet. “How long has this been happening?”

You and Lewis share a look, before turning back to face Shawn. “You remember the night we went out for drinks and Niall invited Lewis so I could finally meet him?” Niall thought it only fair to introduce you to one of his best friends since you are responsible for showing him Lewis’s music. Shawn nods, but still has difficulty putting the pieces together.

“Yeah, but Lewis left separately and the rest of us took a cab home.” Shawn recounts unless he had too much to drink. But his memory from that night near a year ago remains pretty clear.

“Right, well later that night…”

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Normally the amount of alcohol you consumed hours prior would be enough to put you to sleep, but you were restless in your bed. Counting sheep was useless, and you were in a drought of sleeping medication. Of course, you could go knocking on Shawn and Niall’s bedroom doors but something told you that the pattering rain outside sang them lullabies as soon as they crawled into their beds.

You resorted to a quest into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Luckily, there were still some packets of a lavender chamomile blend begging for some attention, and a new tea kettle you needed to test after your old one had become too retired. Amidst the kettle aiding to heat the water, you reached up into one of the cabinets for a comfortable-sized mug. Halfway through bringing it down from the shelf, it practically tumbles out of your grasp as three loud knocks are deposited onto your front door.

“Jesus,” you breathe out, resting a hand against your chest. You turn to eye the clock on the stove and spare a suspicious look back towards the door. “Who could be here at eleven at night?” You creep towards the front door and bravely stand on your toes to take a look out of the peephole. Standing outside of your door is the prime reason you haven’t been able to sleep, you just haven't realized it yet.

You pull the door back to reveal Lewis, dripping wet onto the carpeted flooring of your apartment building and clutching something in his fist.

“H-hey Lewis…whatcha doin’ here?” You eye him up and down, and truthfully–you don’t mind taking your time while you do it.

“I came to drop this off. Seems important…” He lifts a hand to offer you a closer peek at your purse. A gasp leaves you as you snatch it from him in a haste and dig through it. Your wallet, sunglasses, lip gloss…everything you carried with you is still in its rightful place. Before you can think about it, you are then grappling Lewis’s body to embrace yours with a grateful exclamation being muffled into his dripping wet t-shirt.

“You’re soaking…did you walk here?” Your eyebrows shoot up as he looks down shamefully at his damp, lace-up sneakers.

“Yeah, I don’t know how to hail a cab…but I did know Niall’s address so I figured he could drop the bag off to you when he got the chance. I didn’t realize you lived here as well. Niall never told me you two were…”

He trails off before your conversation is interrupted by a whistling tea kettle pouring out steam.

“Here, come in and let me grab you a towel.” On your way to fetch a towel for Lewis, you also turn off the tea kettle from the stovetop and call out to him, “feel free to help yourself to a cup. I added way too much water, anyways.”

When you return with the fluffiest towel you could find, Lewis is warming himself up with a cup of tea in a mug, while simultaneously filling the mug you brought down with a glass. When you offer him a towel, he slides your mug towards you, with a small “thanks” leaving both of you.

“Jinx,” you say. “I’d say you owe me a soda but I’m trying to cut down on my caffeine.” You murmur through a sip of chamomile. Lewis wraps the towel around himself and chuckles.

“A tea, then, whenever I see you next.” He proposes. You hold up your mug to clink it against his, sealing the promise.

“Yeah, where’s your next stop on tour?” You silently lead him to the couch where the two of you continue to jabber. About his life, about yours, and about the two men you clarify, later on, are just your roommates.

“It’s purely platonic with us. In fact, there is nobody on my radar right now.”

“Oh,” Lewis mutters.

“Oh, what? Is that good or bad?”

“Oh as in…I hope we see each other again soon.” You tilt your head at him. “If no one’s on your radar right now I at least have a fighting chance with that cup of tea I owe ya.” He admits while a harsh red fire overcomes the apples of his cheeks.

“I think this cup of tea may have just put you in first place for potential suitors, Mr. Capaldi.” His eyebrows shoot up, interested. Invested. Determined.

“Well damn…now you got me wishing New York was my last stop.” He shakes his head, while you giggle and hide back an excited squeal all at once.

☆★☆★☆★☆★

“Awww….” Says Shawn, before his face morphs back into semi-disgust. “Wait, don’t tell me you two did it on the couch.”

“No!” You answer, slightly offended. “We decided we wouldn’t act on anything until he came back to New York. So, we didn’t see each other again until the interview he and Ni did a few months ago at Vanity Fair…”

☆★☆★☆★☆★

“Boo.” A voice behind your ear startles you away from the poppy seed muffin you were devouring with glutton. The sandy hair and freckles, after washing over you like an old song almost caused you to choke.

“Lewis!” Crumbs creep out of your mouth and latch onto your cheeks as you fly into his chest for a long-awaited hug. Keeping things friendly until his return was a difficult request for both of you to follow through with. Especially after trading numbers and sending several texts back and forth weekly, then daily. And some of those texts did not hold the most innocent intentions…

“Easy, dear. You’re gonna make me drop your prize.” He offers a loose hug in return, to not tip over the piping cup of tea occupying one of his hands.

“The tea…you remembered.” Part of you was impressed, as the two of you were fairly tipsy the night the promise was made. The tea is transferred from his hand to yours.

“How could I not? I needed some way to keep my first place in line for your potential suitors.” One of his eyelids droops lazily into a wink. “Speaking of which…” His palm, still warm from the tea and callus from guitar strings gently cups your chin, and his thumb comes up to sweep crumbs from your face. “Where do I currently stand?”

Before you could answer, the two of you were rudely interrupted by a familiar Irishman skipping over and reaching between the two of you to grab a tablet off the table.

“So, Assistant Producer Y/L/N, what activities do you have lined up for us today?” Niall quirks an eyebrow smugly, attempting to unlock the tablet holding the agenda for the video. Still flustered from Lewis’s previous actions, it takes a few seconds for you to clear your throat and muster a response.

“Nothing you need to know about until the cameras start rolling. But keep using the title, I like the sound of it.” You grin, embracing your new promotion to Assistant Producer at the Vanity Fair Studio. It was a long-awaited step-up, but so well worth it.

“Congratulations,” Lewis says, attempting to appear friendly. Neither man knew, but the day you got promoted, Lewis was the first person you called to break the news to. Niall and Shawn followed shortly after since they were concerned about the amount of screaming coming from your room for ten minutes straight. Once assuring your roommates your hollers were all out of excitement and sharing your new position with them, the three of you screamed for ten minutes more.

“Thanks,” Niall and Lewis were called to be in front of the cameras shortly after, while you followed with the tablet in your hand. You looked around for Laura, who typically allows you to follow and observe how she produces. When she is nowhere in sight, you immediately felt lost.

“Um…” you turn to whisper to the director. “Where’s Laura? She’s always on time.”

“She didn’t tell you?” The director inquires, shock covering his face. “She’s out with food poisoning. You’ll be filling in as head producer.” If you had any poppy seed remnants left in your mouth, now you would be choking on them.

“Me? A-all by myself?”

“Yeah, you’ll be fine. You’ve seen her do it a million times.” This is true. Laura’s even let you take the lead on some occasions, like giving the interviewees a run-down of the video and its purpose. She’s allowed you to call out some questions to the guests too. But running an entire interview on your own without her correcting you every step of the way is pressuring.

“O-okay,” is all you can utter before approaching Niall and Lewis. The sound guy has finished taping the mics to the two of them. You follow sound check procedures as well as give them a rundown of what the video entails. It is easy for Niall to grasp the concept, as he has seen Zac Efron’s and Lily Collins' videos with similar activities to the ones they’d be performing today. Throughout the video, you become paranoid that Niall is somehow catching on to you and Lewis being flirtatious with one another. You are unsure what drove him to talk you up to his pal, but he was taking every opportunity.

“So, how did you two meet?” You ask Niall, while Lewis stands behind the camera in comfortable proximity to you. A devious smirk crawls onto Niall’s face as he answers.

“My roommate introduced me to his music…I DM’ed him…and the rest is history.”

There was more to Niall’s answer than that, but that was all your ears could catch from Lewis’s stare burning into the side of your face.

One of Lewis's hands shields his mic as he leans close to your ear. “I’m guessin’ he isn’t talkin’ about Shawn.”

And when it came to trading compliments, Niall credited you for being the main interior designer for your shared apartment when Lewis acknowledged how he liked the inside of “Niall’s flat”

Lewis was no better in hiding his flirtatious nature from you.

“I’m not talkin’ about the furniture.”

And when it came time for the two men to share a long embrace, Lewis gave up completely on hiding his cheeky side.

“Tell me how the hug is for you.” You request.

Lewis replies without hesitation. “Yours is better, I can tell you that.”

☆★☆★☆★☆★

"You do give really good hugs." Shawn agrees with a thoughtful nod.

"Right?" Lewis pipes up from beside you.

“Anyways, after he left that second time, we decided a couple of weeks later that we didn’t want to stay just friends. Now that he’s back in town–”

“You could say we’ve been catching up,” Lewis interjects with a sly wiggle of his eyebrows. While you find it endearing, it makes Shawn hold back a gag.

“Yeah, I got that part.” He mutters distastefully. Right at this time is when heavy footsteps begin approaching your bedroom door, and send you and Lewis into a panic.

“Oh no.” You and Lewis mumble, clenching each other’s hands beneath the sheets.

“Oh no? Wait, you haven’t told Niall yet?” Shawn whispers, jutting his thumb back towards your cracked door.

“OF COURSE NOT!” You whisper back harshly. “I’m his roommate. He’s his best friend. If things don’t work out it’s gonna be awkward.”

“What’s going on here? Some secret meeting?” Niall’s voice becomes louder as he peeks his head through the doorway to see the back of Shawn’s head, and to the right of it, you and your boyfriend’s cowering figures beneath your bedsheets.

“Lewis…wait a minute–you two?” Niall points back and forth. You nod your head hesitantly, before Niall’s finger curls back into a fist that he pumps into the air victoriously. “YES! FINALLY!”

You and Lewis exchange a look of surprise. “You’re okay with this?” Lewis asks.

“Okay with it? I’m over the moon! I’ve been wanting this to happen since the two of you met at the bar. Why do you think I talked her up to ya so much over the phone before ya came?”

“Wait, you talked me up?” You look over to Lewis conspicuously, before turning back to face Niall. “What exactly did you say?”

☆★☆★☆★☆★

“So it’s just you and Shawn?” Lewis’s voice crackles over the phone pressed against Niall’s ear.

“Yup! Oh, and Y/N. You’ll like her. She’s nice.” Niall chuckles as he finishes buttoning up his shirt.

“Alright, mate. See ya in a bit.” The two depart from the phone call, and Niall looks at himself in the mirror, satisfied.

“Yes, you will.”

THE END

☆★☆★☆★☆★

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Show #6 - Edmonton, Canada 7/5/22

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[shawnmendesbuddy]

The Five Senses of Falling in Love

Summary: Shawn falls completely in love with the reader

Warnings: None

Sight: 

It was the first celebrity party he had been invited to and he didn't have a clue how to talk to anyone. He was so star struck by everyone in the room his brain couldn't even begin to process how to start a conversation. He was only a 16-year-old boy for heaven's sakes. He didn't belong with these people. Or at least he felt like he didn't. 

She also happened to be 16, but this was not her first celebrity party. In fact, she had been going to these for years. She had gotten famous at the age of 12 when she went on America's Got Talent and won for her amazing singing. She was then recruited by a record label. She wrote two albums and then started her career as an actor. She was possibly the most famous teen of the decade. 

She had seen him from across the room and instantly blushed. He looked handsome in his black leather jacket, white t-shirt, and black pants. She couldn't deny that she had a little bit of a crush on him. So, when she saw him standing awkwardly in the corner biting his lips, she took the opportunity to talk to him. 

Shawn knew who she was. Of course he did! She was one of his biggest idols. But seeing her in person turned him speechless. He didn't know such beauty could exist in the world. His TV and photos could never do her justice. And when he saw her walking over to him, he panicked and started to walk in the direction of the bathroom until he tripped over his own two feet right in front of her. 

"Are you okay?" She had asked reaching out her hand to help him up. 

His breathing was shallow as he took it and stood up from the floor. "Thanks, and yeah, I'm okay." 

"Is this your first celeb party?" 

Shawn nodded shyly. "Is it really that obvious." 

She shook her head. "No, not really. You just look exactly like how I felt when I went to my first party. It's super nerve-wracking especially when you don't know anyone in the industry and don't want to get involved with the wrong people." "Yeah I think I've already made a fool out of myself, and I've barely even spoken." 

"Don't worry, it's normal to feel like that. I still feel like that sometimes. It's our ego that makes us feel this way, you know. When you first walk into the party you feel on top of the world, like nothing can bring you down. You think you're the coolest person here because you got invited to a celebrity party. And then the first two minutes pass, and if they don't go bad, then something is definitely wrong. 

"And then you realize that you're just a normal person with normal people who just so happened to get some of the same opportunities. But seriously, there are some people who walk around here that they are better than you when you are literally at the same party as them and you're famous, just like them. 

"Sorry, did I overwhelm you," and she sent him the most drop-dead gorgeous smile he had ever seen. 

*** 

Sound: 

Y/N and Shawn ended up talking the whole rest of the party and the night ended in them exchanging numbers and promising to hang out again soon. After that night, they became as close as any two people could become. 

Y/N took Shawn on tour with her as her opening act and it allowed them to become infinitely closer to each other. 

It was the first show of Y/N's world tour and to say he was nervous was an understatement. He really wanted to impress her and her fans, but he was worried that he wasn't good enough to be performing at a Y/N L/N concert! 

At his five-minute call time he exited his dressing room and made his way to the stage entrance. "Alright Shawn, you've done lots of performances before. This is nothing different. You're going to do fantastic!" His manager, Andrew, encouraged him. 

Shawn nodded his head, unable to speak. He feared that if he did, he would vomit all over the ground. He longed for his mother to embrace him and whisper into his ear that he was her 'special boy.' Her words always brought comfort to him. 

He heard feet pounding against the floor behind him and when he turned around, he saw Y/N hurtling towards him full speed. When she reached him, she threw her arms around his neck wrapping him in a bear hug. 

"You're going to do amazing out there. You're so talented and you know it. And that's all you have to do, prove to yourself that you can do this. You don't have to prove anything to me or anyone out there. We already see your potential or else you wouldn't be here. I know how it feels to think that you're not good enough, but once you let your guard down, you realize 'yeah, I'm just a human who loves music and I'm doing what I love.'" 

"Shawn, one minute until you're on stage!" 

The sound of screaming increased out in the crowd and Shawn felt his breathing quicken again. Y/N grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to look at her. 

"Hey, hey. Just listen to my voice. Match your breathing to mine. Just breathe. In....out....in....out," and Shawn slowly felt his heart rate slow down listening to the beautiful sound of her voice. 

Touch: 

It had been a few years since Y/N and Shawn went on tour together, but they were still as close as peas in a pod. They didn't see each other as much as they used to anymore, but they tried to keep in contact as best as they could. 

It just so happened that Y/N and Shawn were going to be in Glasgow, Scotland at the same time. Y/N was filming a movie and Shawn had a show there. He had invited her to come and she willingly obliged. 

Shawn had been taking medicine for the entirety of his tour to help slow his heart rate enough to perform. Y/N was aware of this, so she was surprised to see him sweating buckets when she had arrived backstage to see him. 

"Are you okay?" She questioned staring him up and down. His breathing seemed erratic, but he was smiling. 

"I'm so happy you're here. I was hoping you would be at the show that I decided to do this. I'm not taking my medicine. I've been taking it in smaller doses recently and I think I can do it! It's just a little nerve-wracking, that's all." 

Y/N smiled softly at him and pulled him into a hug. "I'm so proud of you Shawn! I know you can do it!" 

"Yeah, I know I can do it too. But right now, I need to figure out a way to stop sweating." 

She chuckled and passed him a hand towel that was folded on top of the vanity. "Here. And drink some water. And maybe put on more deodorant, you stink." 

"Hey! I can't help what my sweat glands do," he brushed the towel over his face catching the line of sweat that had trickled down from his hair onto his forehead. 

"It's good to see you, it's been too long." 

"Seriously! And we haven't even facetimed in a hot minute either. I'm gonna say that's my bad though because I've been on a different time schedule almost every day." 

"You're good. Filming has been kind of weird too though." 

"Oh yea, how's the movie coming along?" 

"It's going amazing! Have I told you how hot Tom Holland is before? He's literally an angel sent from above!" 

Shawn sighed. Yes, he had heard of Tom Holland. He had swept every girl off their feet when he had appeared in Spiderman and now, he was sweeping Y/N off her feet, far away from him. He knew that Y/N probably didn't like him like that, and she never would, but it still made him feel jealous. 

He clenched his jaw and answered, "Oh, you know only like every day." 

Y/N blushed, and Shawn chuckled to lighten the mood. "Well, he is! I mean even Aaliyah thinks so and you know how different our taste in guys is." 

"Yeah, I guess that's true." He plopped down on the couch and laid his head against the wall. "I don't know how you do it. Make music, be an actress, direct films. You're amazing. I'm exhausted and I'm just a musician." 

"You flatter me too much and give yourself too little credit. For heaven's sakes Shawn, you're only 20! You've accomplished more than most 20-year-olds have. More than most 80-year-olds have! You're so freaking amazing!" 

Shawn felt his face flush. "Yeah, but look at you." 

"What do I always say? 'Comparison is the thief of joy.' You only should compare yourself to yourself Shawn!" 

"I know, I know. You're right." 

"I'm always right." 

"Hmm, I won't argue with that one." 

A knock sounded on the door and Andrew entered Shawn's dressing room. "How you feeling bud?" 

"I'm actually feeling really good. I can definitely do this!" 

"Well that's good to hear because you're on in 20 minutes!" 

"Okay," he stood from the couch and followed after Andrew to get his guitar. Y/N followed close behind him, latching her hand in his. 

"You're going to be fantastic, and I'll be here cheering the entire time!" 

"Thanks! See you when the show gets done?" 

"Yep." He smiled at her and placed a light kiss to her head. 

*** 

The first two minutes of the show were rough. Shawn's voice shook and his hands couldn't play the right notes, but he saw Y/N backstage and knew he could do this. 

When he transferred to Stage B, he didn't have a chance to see Y/N because his team was so busy with getting him out of his vest and onto to the stage. 

He sat down at the piano and began to tell the story that he had rehearsed earlier that day. "Umm, I've been taking this medicine to slow my heart rate down this entire tour. I get really bad stage anxiety, so the medicine is supposed to help me out. Tonight, I decided I wasn't going to take it. And if it weren't for the angel that was sent to this earth, my best friend Y/N L/N, I don't know if I would've ever been able to get to this point," he choked on a sob. 

"She always pushes me to be better and do better. She's just such an amazing person and I just wanted to give her a shoutout tonight. So, Y/N, wherever you are backstage, I just want to let you know that you're the anchor that keeps me grounded when everything seems wrong. This show tonight is dedicated to you." 

Y/N felt herself tearing up backstage. She was so, so proud of him! 

*** 

When Shawn ran off the stage and into Y/N's arms, she didn't expect to feel his tears falling onto her shoulder. When she pulled back from the hug, her hands immediately went to his face, holding it gently, brushing the tears away. 

"They're tears of joy, promise." And he latched his hands onto her wrists. And for a second, everything stopped. It was just the two of them, touching each other in an intimate way, their air mixing together. And then Shawn's team was pulling him away and the moment was lost. 

Smell: 

It was Shawn's 21st birthday celebration and Shawn's team had rented out the dining hall in the hotel they were staying at. They would've opted to go to a bar, but they wanted Aaliyah and Y/N (they're under 21, of course they can't come!) to be able to come so they decided to have it at the hotel. 

Y/N wasn't supposed to be able to come, or so Shawn thought. She was hiding away in a hotel room waiting to head down to the celebration. She was dressed in an emerald green cocktail dress and her hair fell in soft curls around her face. 

She took a deep breath grabbing the jeweler box from off the nightstand and heading down to the dining hall. Upon entering the room, Brian signaled her over to where Shawn was standing, and she slowly walked over to him. 

When Shawn saw her, his mouth literally dropped. She looked so beautiful, and he didn't know what to do with himself. The alcohol might've made him even more crazy for her than he normally was. 

"Wow! You're here! I...thank you so much for coming! I thought you couldn't come?!" 

"I was just trying to surprise you, which by the way, happy birthday!" She passed him the velvet box and nervously looked at his face. 

He opened the box to reveal two rings: one silver and one black. The silver ring had a sun engraved in it and the black ring had a moon engraved in it. Inside the black ring were the words 'To the moon.' In the silver ring was 'And back.' 

"Y/N...I, I don't know what to say. Here, let me put yours on." He grabbed the silver ring and placed it on her finger. His touch was light as a feather and a small smile rested on his lips. She didn't know if he noticed, but he had placed it on her ring finger. 

He picked up his ring and placed it on his ring finger as well. "There we go. This is so beautiful Y/N. Thank you so, so much." 

At this point, Brian had left to talk to another group of friends. It was just Y/N and Shawn. He wrapped his arms around her waist and inhaled. Her hair smelt so good, like vanilla and peach. Her scent was to die for. He had never really noticed it before, but from that moment on, it would be the only thing he craved to smell. 

Taste:

She cried into his shoulder. A bowl of ice cream rested on the coffee table. She didn't know what to do with herself. It had been three weeks since her breakup with Tom Holland and she was still hung up over it, much to Shawn's dismay. 

Her and Tom had lived together so Y/N was currently staying at Shawn's house. Tom had offered that she stayed at their—or at least what used to be—house, but she refused. She couldn't bear to see the memories come crashing down around her. 

"I was just so stupid! What if I never find the one for me! I thought Tom was end game, but then things started to run stale and I'm so scared it's going to happen with my next relationship." 

"I know honey, shh. Y/N you're going to find someone for you. There's like lines of guys that want you. I have to keep fending them off because I don't want to have you go through this again," she chuckled softly and pulled back to stare at him. 

"Shawn, what would I do without you?" 

"You'll never have to know angel. I promise." 

She sighed into his shoulder, and he could smell the vanilla and peach again. He could feel her chest moving up and down to her breathing. He could hear the soft thump thumping of her heartbeat. And he could see her beautiful eyes and a small smile appearing on her face. The smile that first made him fall in love. 

"Screw it," he whispered to himself and gently pressed his lips against hers. They tasted salty from her tears, but also had a hint of strawberry to them. She moaned against his mouth and tugged him closer by his curls. 

When they finally pulled away, they stared at each other for a few moments, taking the other in. "What took you so long?" 

"I was waiting to completely fall in love with you." 

"So, you weren't in love with me before," she questioned raising an eyebrow. 

"It's not like that darling; I fell in love the second I saw you. And then again when I heard your voice and felt your touch. And babe, you don't even want to know how hard I fell for you when I first smelled your perfume. I just had to wait for my fifth sense to give in: taste. And you taste wonderful." 

She sent him the prettiest smile he had ever seen as they locked lips again.  

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[eveningsinlondontearsmeapart]

Our Story

Type: One shot about Shawn Mendes Rating: Rated PG Word Count: 4400+ Enjoy!

It was early in the morning when she woke up, it was before the sun had risen. Her four-year-old was crying and she knew he needed her. She rushed into his room and cradled him in her arms. Kissing his forehead as he cried against her chest. 

"Another nightmare?" she asked.

"Yes," he rubbed his eyes. 

"It's not real, baby," she said as she rocked him in her arms. 

"But it happened mommy," he said.

"Shhh baby," She said. 

She finally got him to calm down and back to sleep. She made her way downstairs and started her coffee maker. It was nearly 5 am so she decided to stay up. She made her cup of coffee and sat down at the table, taking a few sips as she waited for her computer to load. She scrolled through her social media for a few moments before turning her attention to the job search. She noticed that there was an audition for a backup dancer but the artist was disclosed. 

"Ok so today at 2 pm, guess I have to take Jackson with me" she nodded as she took a sip of her coffee. 

She added her name to the list of dancers for this afternoon and shut her computer down. She was always a dancer growing up but falling pregnant at just 19 killed her dream. Jackson wasn't planning but when she found out she was pregnant she thought it would be full of love. Since she was in such an amazing relationship, she thought everything would work out. She shook her head as she started to think about the past. The tears were building up in her eyes, she sighed as her tears slipped down her cheek. 

"Momma?" Jackson asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey baby" she wiped her cheeks before picking him up. "What do you want for breakfast?" she asked.

"Waffles," he said. 

"Ok baby," she said as she placed him onto the floor, turning her attention to cooking. 

She cooked breakfast for them both and placed it on his high chair before placing him in the high chair. They ate their breakfast and went on with their day. Around 1 pm she got Jackson and herself ready for the audition. She placed him in the car seat and got into the car. They were off to the audition, she parked and went inside with Jackson. 

"Can I put him in this room until after the audition?" she asked.

"Of course, you can," the lady nodded. 

"Thank you," she said. "I'm Emma," She said.

"Emma McKenna?" The lady asked. "I've heard so much about you, it's a shame you gave up dancing," she said.

"I didn't give up dancing, just timing," Emma nodded. "In room 3?" Emma asked.

"Yea room 3" the lady nodded. 

Emma nodded and went into room 3. She took her number and went back to the back of the room. She took a few deep breaths trying to calm her nerves. She could hear a familiar voice coming down the hallway. She swallowed hard hoping it wasn't who she thought it was. Shawn walked into the room and his eyes landed right on her. She looked up and locked eyes with him, she was frozen. 

"Shawn comes on, let's start," Shawn's friend said.

"Hold up," Shawn said as he put his hand up. "Emma?" Shawn said. 

"Wait, Emma?" Shawn's friend said. "The girl who disappeared," he said. 

"Yea that girl," Shawn said as his eyes were locked on Emma. 

"This was a mistake" Emma finally snapped back. Walking out of the room and rushed to the room where she left Jackson.

"Whoa wait," Shawn said as he rushed after her. 

She was rushing to get to the room and she accidentally went into Shawn's dressing room. He followed her and closed the door so they could be alone. 

"Emma?" Shawn said.

"Where is Jackson, ugh I think I went into the wrong room," She said as she turned to face him. 

"Who's Jackson?" Shawn asked. "Can we talk?" he asked.

"I need to go," She said.

"Emma" Shawn said as he grabbed her arm. "Can we talk?" he asked.

"Talk about what, Shawn?" She asked as she finally looked at him. 

"What happened to you? You just disappeared nearly 4 years ago" he said. 

"I didn't disappear Shawn YOU dropped me," she said.

"Who gave you that crazy idea?" he asked. "I was searching for you," he said.

"Yea cut the bullshit Shawn" she crossed her arms.  

"I'm serious Emma, you were the most important person in my life, and then all of a sudden you left," he said.

"You wanted me gone," she said. "So I wouldn't hold you back" she looked away.

"Who told you that?" he asked as he tilted her chin up so she was looking at him.

"Your management team," she said.

"What?" Shawn asked. "I'm not with that team anymore. What did they say?" he asked. 

"Let me go pleased," she said as she pulled away from him. 

She left the room and he followed her into the room where Jackson was. She got him ready to leave and that's when Shawn realizes that Emma left because she was pregnant. 

"He's mine isn't he?" Shawn asked.

"Shawn" She looked at him. 

"Isn't he?" Shawn asked again.

"Yes," she said softly. 

"That's why they ran you away, that's why you disappeared," he said.

She looked down as she fought the tears back but they slipped from her eyes onto her cheeks. Shawn tried to step closer to her but she wiped her eyes and picked up Jackson. She pushed by Shawn and left the building, getting into her car and leaving. Shawn just stood at the door and watched her disappear again. 

-Nearly 5 years ago- 

"That guy is checking you out," Nicole said.

"Who?" Emma asked as she looked around, spotting Shawn in the crowd.

"That guy," Nicole said.

"He's cute" Emma chuckled slightly. 

"Yea he is and he's checking you out," Nicole said as she nudged Emma towards Shawn.

"I'm going" Emma smiled as she walked over to where Shawn was at. 

"Well hello," Shawn smiled.

"Hello," Emma said. 

"So dreams do come true," he said.

"Excuse me?" Emma asked.

"I've been watching you and was hoping we would run into each other," he said.

"Oh," Emma nodded. "So you are a creep?" She asked.

"Oh of course not," Shawn said. "That came out wrong," he said. 

"Yea I think it did," She said.

"Can we go somewhere quiet?" Shawn said. "I promise I'm not a creep," he said.

"Sure" She nodded as she looked at him. 

He gently grabbed her hand and led her out of the club. They walked down the street before he pulled her towards the woods. She let go of his hand and followed him but kept a few feet back. Just in case she needed to get away, she would have a few feet to do so. He led her down to a pond and turned to look at her. 

"Not what I was expecting," She said.

"Thought I was going to kill you?" He chuckled slightly. "I still could," he said.

"Maybe I should rethink this," she said as she turned.

"I'm joking, please stay," he said as he reached out, touching her arm slightly. 

"But I'm keeping my distance," she said as she sat down close to the water.

"Ok" he nodded as he sat beside her but kept a distance between them. 

"Ok so you look like someone I've met before '' she said. 

"But I would remember meeting you," he said. "But I do videos on vine, you might have heard of it," he said.

"Oh yeah that's where I've seen you before" she nodded. 

They continued talking and before they knew it the sun was setting. It was getting dark pretty quickly. He made sure she got home safe and they exchanged numbers. Over the coming weeks, there was plenty of text between the two. They just couldn't ever figure out a day where they could see each other. He decided to show up at her school and surprise her. He was standing out front with a bouquet of roses, just waiting for her. 

"Look at that guy," Nicole said.

"Who?" Emma asked.

"That guy standing with the flowers," Nicole said as she linked arms with Emma.

"That's Shawn and you knew that" Emma smiled as she playfully pushed Nicole.

"Of course I knew it was him, go get him," Nicole said.

"Uh huh," Emma said as she rolled her eyes and walked toward Shawn. 

"Hey," Shawn said.

"Hey, you" She smiled as she took the flowers before hugging him.

"I just wanted to see you," he whispered in her ear.

"Well here I am," she said.

"Yea here you are" he smiled as he kissed her cheek softly. 

"So where are you taking me?" she questioned.

"Have an actual first date" he smiled as he opened the door for her.

"Oh really?" She looked at him and got into the car.

"Yea cant allow your impression of me to be some 'creep' from the bar" he joked.

"Uh-huh," she giggled slightly. 

He got into the car on the other side before the driver pulled off. They started talking while on the way to where he was taking her. They pulled up to a mini golf place, he got out of the car and opened the door for her. He offered his hand as she got out of the car, she grabbed his hand and smiled. He laced their fingers together as they walked inside. He paid for their balls and clubs, grabbing a scoring card before returning to her. 

"So we are seeing who wins?" she asked.

"I thought it would be fun," he smiled.

"Well, I don't know how to play" she pouted as they made their way to the first hole. 

"I can show you," he said.

She nodded as she placed the ball on the ground. He stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He guided her arm to swing back and hit the ball. She leaned back against him, taking in his warmth and smell. He kissed the top of her head and slowly let her go. She moved and allowed him to take his turn. He also hit a hole in one, and they continued on the course. He slowly realized that she was better at the game than she let on. When it was his turn she would do cute things to distract him, all is fun in love and war, right? 

"Oops" she smiled as she bent over, tying her shoe.

"Uh-huh," he chuckled as he watched her, not watching where he was hitting the ball. Missing the hole altogether. 

"Watch what you are doing" she smiled as she walked off. 

"You are going to be the death of me" he smiled as they continued to play. 

They finally finished the game and of course, she was the winner. He returned the equipment and grabbed her hand. He led her inside. They grabbed a seat and looked over the menu. 

"Let me guess what you are going to get," He said.

"Sure" she looked at him.

"The chicken tenders," he said.

"Nope," she looked at him. "I'm getting the pizza and breadsticks" she smiled.

"Oh a girl who knows what she wants," he said. 

"Of course, come sit next to me," she said. 

He moved to sit next to her, placing his arm around her shoulders. She leaned in against his chest as they looked over the menu. Finally, the waiter came to the table and they placed their order. She played with his fingers as they talked. 

"I was wondering about something," she said.

"And what is that?" he asked.

"Would you come to my graduation?" she asked.

"If you want me there, then I'm there" he looked at her. 

"I would like that," she nodded. 

"I'll put it in my schedule," he said.

"Thank you" she looked at him. 

He placed his hand against her chin, locking eyes with her. He slightly leaned in allowing her to lean in if she wanted to. She leaned in as well, their lips touching slightly. He leaned in more and deepened the kiss, as she grabbed his shirt keeping him close. She gently pulled away by pulling his bottom lip, resting her forehead against his. He leaned in and kissed her softly once again. The food finally arrived and they ate in silence. Once they finished eating they played a few games in the arcade before leaving. He told the driver to take them back to his place. 

"Unless you want to go home," he asked.

"I would love to spend more time with you," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Ok," he smiled as he leaned in, kissing her softly. 

She kept the kiss between them, placing her hand against his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Soon they were pulling up to his place. He got out and went around to her side, opening the door for her. She grabbed his hand and got out of the car, following him inside. 

"Nice house," she said.

"Thanks" he smiled as he led her to his bedroom. 

"Can I ask a question?" she asked. 

"Sure," he said as he sat down on the bed. 

"Do you think Vine will get you a singing career?" she asked.

"I don't know for sure, it's just a fun thing to do at the moment," he said.

"True" she nodded as she sat next to him. 

"So I have plenty of movies, Netflix so what do you want to watch?" he asked.

"Let's watch love and honor," Emma said.

"Sounds good, put it on and I'll get snacks," he said as he walked out of the room.

She put on the movie and started it when he returned. He placed the snacks on the bed as they cuddled up, and he wrapped a blanket around them both. She snuggled close to him, resting her head against his shoulder as they watched the movie. 

"So what about your prom?" he whispered as he rubbed her back.

"What about it?" she asked. 

"Can I take you?" he asked.

"You would want to?" she looked up at him.

"Sure" he kissed her forehead softly. 

"It's next Saturday," she said. 

"What color is your dress?" he asked.

"It's a blue color, like royal blue," she said as she played with his hand.

"Ok," he said. 

They returned their focus to the movie. He was running his hand through her hair as they watched. Soon enough she was fast asleep against his chest. He smiled down at her as he realized that she was asleep. He turned the tv off and pulled the blanket over her more. Softly kissed her forehead before he started to drift off to sleep. In the morning he woke up and she was still asleep against his chest. He eased off the bed making sure not to wake her up. He made his way to the bathroom, to take a leak and brush his teeth. He finally made it downstairs where his friend was in the kitchen.

"Hey mate," Shawn said. "You are here early," he said.

"Who is she?" Shawn's friend asked.

"Who's who?" Shawn asked. 

"That girl in your bed," his friend said.

"Why does it matter, Jordan?" Shawn asked.

"Because when you make it big, she will hold you back," Jordan said. 

"That's not your concern," Shawn said. 

"So you think she can handle this lifestyle?" Jordan asked.

"I'm not even sure I can handle it," Shawn said. "Leave Emma out of this," He said.

"I will if you do!" Jordan. 

"I like her so it's my decision, I'll handle it," Shawn said.

"Uh huh," Jordan rolled his eyes. 

Shawn finished up in the kitchen when Emma started coming down the stairs. She hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Leaning her head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He gently rubbed her back as he looked down at her. She leaned up and kissed him softly, he smiled against her lips. 

"I could get used to this," he whispered.

"I could too" she smiled. 

"I was going to bring you breakfast," he said. 

"AWW thank you," she said. "What did you make?" she asked.

"Waffles of course and fruit," he said. "What fruit do you like?" he asked.

"Raspberries" she looked at him.

"Then raspberries it is then" he went into the refrigerator to get the berries. 

"I'm telling you bad news," Jordan said as he walked out of the kitchen. 

"Who was that? and what is bad news?" Emma asked.

"That's a NOBODY and needs to mind his BUSINESS," Shawn said.

"Ok" Emma nodded and kept quiet. 

She sat down at the table as he placed the plates down onto the table. He sat down next to her as she started to eat. Once they finished eating he quickly cleaned up as she gathered her things. He made sure she got home safe, making sure she entered her home before pulling away. Of course, she had plenty of questions to answer when she entered the house. She made quick work of the questions before rushing upstairs. Over the next week, she stayed focused on school work, making sure she was going to ace all of her classes. She would sneak Shawn through her window at night time, just so they could spend some time together. Shawn made sure he was ready for her prom, getting a matching tie. 

"So who are you going to prom with?" Nicole asked as they were in Emma's room getting ready.

"Shawn" Emma smiled to herself as she said his name.

"That guy from the bar? Isn't he like 25?" Nicole asked.

"No he's only 19," Emma said. "We have been hanging out and I like him," She said.

"I'm glad you found someone who makes you happy but be careful," Nicole said. 

"Of course," Emma said as she slipped her dress on.

"Wow," Nicole said.

"Oh hush it," Emma said as she started to blush. 

"Shawn's jaw is going to drop when he sees you," Nicole said. 

"You think?" She asked.

"Yes I'm sure of it" Nicole smiled. 

"Emma? Nicole? The boys are here" Emma's mom yelled out.

"We are coming," Emma said as she fixed her hair. "Ready?" she asked.

"Let's go," Nicole said as she snaked her arm with Emma's. 

They came downstairs together, Shawn's face lit up once he saw Emma. He took a step forward reaching his hand out to help her down the stairs. She grabbed his hand as she finished walking down the stairs. She pinned the lapel on his jacket as he slipped the corsage on her wrist. 

"You look beautiful," he whispered into her ear.

"Thank you" she kissed his cheek softly. 

"Ok get together for pictures," Emma's mom said.

"But only a few, we don't want to be late," Emma said as she stood with Shawn. 

Her mom took plenty of pictures and Emma had to pull everyone away so they could make it on time. They all got into the limo and they were off to the prom. 

"So what are your intentions with my best friend?" Nicole asked.

"Hopefully spending a lifetime with her" Shawn smiled as he laced Emma's fingers with his. 

"Wasn't expecting that" Nicole said. 

"I wasn't either," Emma said.

"Well it's true," Shawn said as he picked up her hand, kissing the back of it. 

"I hope I get to spend a lifetime with you," she said.

They arrived at the prom and got out of the limo. As Shawn and Emma walked in there were whispers, no one believed Emma when she said she had a date. She was more of a loner in school, she just liked keeping to herself. She always thought if she kept to herself then no one could talk about her private life. Mainly all night Shawn and Emma were on the dance floor, just enjoying the night. 

"Let's sit down for a moment," he said.

"Ok," she nodded and followed him over to the table. 

"Come here," he said as he sat down, pulling her onto his lap. 

"Girl you are the talk of the school," Nicole said as she sat down.

"Wait what?" Emma asked.

"No one believed you had a date and you showed up with him, girl you are the talk right now," Nicole said.

"Oh," She nodded. 

"You ok?" Shawn asked.

"Yea I'm ok," Emma said. 

"It's not bad, I promise," Nicole said.

"It's ok," Emma said as she leaned back against Shawn. 

"So what are you guys doing after prom?" Nicole asked.

"Probably go home," She said.

"I have a hotel room booked, only if you want to," Shawn said. 

"Oh I didn't know, I would love to," She said as she looked at him.

"It was a surprise," he nodded.  

"What time do you want to get out of here?" she asked.

"Whenever you want to" he looked at her. 

"It's nearly midnight and I'll turn back into a pumpkin, so whisk me away my prince" she smiled.

"Your chariot awaits," he said as she stood up. 

"Show me the way," she said as she grabbed his hand.

"Have fun you two" Nicole said as they left. 

He guided her out of the school and back to the limo and went to the hotel. He checked in at the front desk and got the room key. He grabbed her hand and led her to the elevator. 

"This is a nice hotel," Emma said.

"Yea it is," he said. "Did you have fun?" he questioned.

"I was about to ask you that," she smiled. "Yes I did have fun," she said as she entered the elevator. 

"I did as well," he said as he followed her. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," she said as she placed her hand over his. 

"I always enjoy myself when I'm with you," he said. 

They finally arrived at the floor, he walked to the room as she followed him. He opened the door allowing her to enter first before walking inside. He closed the door, making sure it was locked before watching her. She slipped off her shoes and sat on the bed, turning her attention to him standing at the door.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes," she pouted.

"I got it covered, in the bathroom, there is an oversize shirt and some clean underwear," he said.

"You surely are a gentleman," she said as she made her way over to him.

"I do try to make everyone happy," he said as he placed his hands on her hips. 

"I see and do you make yourself happy?" she asked as she rested her hand on his chest.

"I'm happy when the people I care about are happy," He said before leaning down and kissing her softly. 

She smiled against his lips before kissing him back. She slowly pulled away and made her way into the bathroom. She quickly got changed and came back into the room. He had also changed and got comfortable on the bed. She made her way onto the bed, moving over the top of him. He placed his hands on her hips as she sat down on his lap. She leaned down and kissed him softly, tugging at his bottom lip. He leaned up slightly to keep the kiss, grabbing the back of her neck. She pulled away from him resting her forehead against his. He pushed his hips up, putting her on the bed. Moving between her legs as he kissed her softly, slowly moving down to her neck. 

"I'm sorry," she said as she looked away. "I'm pretty tired," she said,

"That's ok," he said as he lay beside her. 

She snuggled close to him, resting her head against his chest. They both started to drift off to sleep. In the morning she woke up to the sound of the shower. She got out of bed and peeped around the bathroom door. 

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Sure," he said as he opened the curtain. 

She got undressed and got into the shower with him. He moved her in front of him so she was under the water, and they both washed each other. He gently pushed her against the wall, moving his lips against her neck. She rubbed his chest as she leaned her head back, moaning as he moved down to her collarbone. Before he could move down further both his and her phone started to go off. She sighed as she got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. He always got out and wrapped a towel around himself before making his way to the bedroom. They both answered the phone, he went into the bathroom to answer his as she answered her. They both got dressed and left the hotel room, he made sure she got home safe before going to deal with some business. It seemed like after prom time moved very quickly, before Emma knew it, it was graduation day. She was beyond nervous and super busy that morning. Her parents took her downtown to where graduation was being held, she joined her classmates as they waited. After what felt like a lifetime they finally walked into the room and started graduation. There was plenty of talking and tears before diplomas were handed out. All of a sudden there was screaming breaking out in the crowd, everyone was confused about what was going on. Emma spotted Shawn entering the building when a bunch of girls were surrounding him and screaming. A few days before graduation Shawn's vine video went viral and he was signed to a major record label. When Emma saw how girls were throwing themselves at Shawn and screaming. She realized that her life with Shawn wouldn't be a normal one. She even started to question if Shawn would still want her since he was becoming famous. Would he forget about her? What would become of their relationship? She sighed and looked down as security escorted Shawn out of the building and graduation started back up.

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[justagirlthatlovedtoread]

HELP! I read this Shawn Mendes imagine, blurb or whatever and basically Shawn was giving the reader neck kisses and she was reading. He was asking what she was reading and what it's about or one of the two but I can't remember and she was struggling to answer back. It was only short but I loved it so much and I can't find it!! Can you guys help???

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[starssformendes]

Fall

Music beginning to play directed the crowds attention from their conversations back to the ice rink. The parents and family and friends cheered loudly as they watched the 6 year old's skate out onto the ice. Whispers over how cute they all looked in their hockey gear: surnames written boldly on the back of their jerseys over their player number, helmet on to their once neatly tied hair, stick in hand as they lined up on their respective lines for the second time.

It was the beginning of the second period and Toronto’s under 7s team were winning 2-0 and Shawn and Olivia, his wife of 5 years, couldn’t be more proud of how well their baby girl had played. She’d scored the first goal and also assisted in the second goal.

“Papai, look.” Joshua, their two year old son, said hitting Shawn on the shoulder as he tried to show him the game he was playing on Olivia’s phone. He sat on Olivia’s lap as they watched the game. The crowd of parents there for Toronto’s team all stood up and roared praise at Daniella Mendes who scored another goal just a couple of minutes before the end of the second period.

Shawn’s grin beamed from ear to eat but slowly disappeared along with everyone else’s as they watched a player from the away team skate at a great speed with Daniella and her friend, Sophie  in their path. The two girls in white jerseys were unaware of this other player seeing as they were facing the other direction.

“Daniella, Sophie!” The yells sounded as they tried to prevent the girls from getting hurt on the ice. It’s ironic how people say kids hear everything but when kids actually need to listen all words fell deaf upon their ears. Despite knowing what was about to happen, the gasps from the parents in the stands echoed throughout the rink. Anticipation bubbled as tension built as they waited for the three girls to get back up.

Daniella had the worst of it as it appeared the other player skated straight into her back. She went face first to the ice and slid across the ice from the impact. Sophie also experienced something similar to Daniella’s glide across the ice except she didn’t go very far across the ice compared to her friend. Sophie was quick to stand back up and adjust her jersey so it hung properly; It was as if nothing had even happened with how quick she bounced back up. The other player was also quick to get back up. Unlike Daniella, both these girls and others on the teams had experienced falls and trips during practice and previous game.

“Papai.” Daniella cried as she lay on the ice in shock. Her team of 6 players and their coach was quick to surround her wanting to check she was okay when she hadn’t stood back up.

“Daniella are you okay?” Coach asked as she crouched down to help her sit up.

“Want Papai and mumma.” Daniella cried removing her helmet and mouth guard.

“I’ll go get Shawn and Olivia!” Charlotte, one of the players yelled as she heard her friends cries.

She didn’t have to go very far, however, seeing as Olivia and Shawn were already stepping onto the ice having heard their daughter’s cries. Joshua had been left with Sophie’s mum seeing as she had been sitting next to them. Thankfully, Daniella wasn’t too far away from the boards so it wasn’t much of a struggle for the parents to get to her.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. I’ve got you Dani.” Shawn whispered into her ear as he scooped her up and pulled her into a hug. Tiny arms wrapped around his neck as tears dropped onto his pink hoodie.

“Are you hurt anywhere honey?” Olivia asked brushing her sweaty hair from her forehead as she pried Daniella away from Shawn’s  shoulder so they could talk to her better. The team had been sent to do shooting practice on the other end of the ice to give them some privacy.

“I don’t know Mumma”

“Daniella do you think you can continue playing or do you wanna sit out for the rest of the game?” Coach asked seeing as they had to get the game going again quickly.

“I wanna sit with daddy”

“Are you sure honey? You were playing so well”

“I was?”

“Of course you were. You scored a goal Dani-bear, that’s amazing. You looked super super cool out there on the ice. Are you sure you wanna stop playing?”

“What if I fall again?” She whispered and the parents knew why she truly didn’t want to go on the ice: she didn’t know if she’d fall down again.

“Listen you’re always going to fall over sometimes, even daddy falls down on the floor doesn’t he?” Olivia said causing Daniella to nod and giggle.

“And your on ice so it means it’s a lot slippier and you’ve gone over a year and this was your first big fall wasn’t it? If you ask me that’s really impressive” shawn said trying to get her back into playing not wanting this one fall to ruin her love for the sport.

“Mhm” the girl nodded as she looked at the rest of her team.

“So you’re always gonna have some falls on the ice yeah? But that’s why you have to wear all your gear to stop you getting hurt, your not hurt right now after the fall are you?”

“No”

“So are you feeling like you can go back out there and play?” Coach asked as she stood near listening to the conversation in awe of how strong the bonds were between Daniella and her parents.

“Okay” she nodded looking at her dad. Shawn wore a proud smile on his face as he admired his little girl before pulling her helmet on and holding her stick up to her as she stood up. The two parents made their way off the ice back to their seats where Joshua jumped into Olivia’s lap.

Resuming the game shortly, it wasn’t long before Daniella had the puck and she skating straight for the goal. The stands filled with cheers once again as the scoreboard lit up showing a new number. 3-0 to the U7s Toronto team. The referee blew his whistle not even a minute later causing the rink to echo the parents claps and cheers as the girls skated to the middle. Daniella pulled her helmet off and went over to the boards and waved at her family. Shawn just knew that no matter how many times she’d fall on the ice she had a natural talent for ice hockey and believed nothing could ever stop her from being on the ice.

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[nostxlgia18]

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[tbyfandoms]

more shawn plzzzz

hi anon!

I totally plan on making more shawn fics, in the very near future especially. I’ve been wanting to write a cute little summer “x reader” based off some pics shawn has shared, but am struggling with an exact plot. I’ll definitely be writing more for shawn though once I figure it out <3

p.s. if any of my followers or anyone passing through my blog ever wants to send in requests or ideas for future fics (for shawn or anyone else mentioned in my masterlist), please never hesitate to drop some in my ask box! it’s always open 😌

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[pinkpetalwaterimagine]

No Miles Teller could ever compete (Shawn Mendes imagine) 

Because the top gun men did something to me, here is a little something with Shawn related to the movie. Spoiler for Top Gun maverick I guess, but no « crucial » scene to the understanding of the movie. Anyways : 

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Summary : You went to see top gun and Shawn know how to make you forget a certain pilot.

It was a lazy Saturday and Shawn knew you didn’t like to waste your days in sleeping in bed all day at least not on saturdays. Staying in bed and doing nothing were for sundays. It was Shawn who came up with the idea. He wanted to see the new Top Gun movie and it was so sunny and bright that he was almost sure that no one would be in the theaters with such a sunny day. Sure, he was interested in seeing the movie but he also knew that you didn’t like this kind of movie usually and even him could admit that those movies have rarely a good plot. It was why he chose this movie. He knew you would quickly get bored and therefore turn your attention towards him and he knew it could possibly result in a hot make out session in the theater like two teenagers sneaking behind their parents’s back. 

You had whined and tried to negotiate to go see another movie but he didn’t budge. So you went with him. It was only two hours and you knew that at the end of the movie he would take you on a proper coffee date. 

What you didn’t plan, however, was to enjoy the movie as much as you did. There were several holes in the plot and you could care less about the whole « saving the planet mission », what you did enjoy were the men, the fine men of the movie. You hadn’t seen the trailer and you had the chance to see the infamous football on the beach seen on a big screen. You weren’t into mustaches but Miles Teller definitely knew how to rock one. During the whole movie you were salivating on the muscular bodies of the whole crew. 

Shawn also didn’t see it coming. He thought after thirty minutes you would be all over him but it turned out to be the contrary. The movie wasn’t that good and even if he admit that the man had a agreeable appearance he didn’t care for it more than that. Every time he would try to make a move on you, or making you tore your eyes away from the screen you would gently slap his hand or thigh. 

Even a few days later you were still enticed by Miles Teller performance and Shawn was starting to get a little bit jealous. It didn’t help when paramount leaked some scenes that was not in the movie. The performance by the famous actor of ‘great balls of fire’ had left you speechless. Shawn couldn’t stand seeing you thirsting over another man so he decided to bring the infamous scene to you to make you remember that only one man could have that kind of attention from you. 

One morning, you were in the kitchen making coffee for the both of you while gently humming the melody of whatever song you had on your mind. You saw Shawn come down and before you could even say hello he sat on the little bench in front of the piano. He rarely did that but you knew that inspire could struck whenever so you let it slide, even though you didn’t understood right away why he had aviators on the tip of his nose. He started jamming the first few notes and you immediately understood. He was recreating the scene that you had replayed so much. He belted out the song as if he had written it. While he played you could only thought about how hot he looked. He was giving his all on this performance. The glasses were sliding down and you could see a glimpse of sweat on his forehead while the veins on his forearms and neck were popping. He had even dressed like the character, an open flower shirt with a white tank top underneath. And oh boy he knew what effect those tank top did to you. They were clinging to his body and you could see oh so clearly the outline of his muscles. At the end of the song you were biting your lip trying not to jump on him before he finished his performance. 

Shawn saw the change in your demeanor, he knew his plan had worked he could see all the love in your eyes but also all the lust. He sported a cocky grin, he knew he made you forget the movie. 

« So which version is the best? » he asked knowing that from now on it was just him being a tease. 

You approached him slightly and put your hands on his shoulders. « You know you are the best and you always are and always will be. » you said softly as you started kissing his neck. « however there is another scene in the movie I would like you to recreate » you kept kissing him down his neck and your hands started sliding under his tank top. Your ear was next to his mouth and you could hear the small gasp as you kept moving your hands up and down his torso. « And which scene is it? » He asked in a small breath. 

« Oh you know the one where they don’t have a shirt on » you trailed off. 

He got up from his seat and picked you up before putting you on the couch. « You are in for a treat, my love » he smiled so fondly at you. « you know that you are the hottest man alive, no Miles Teller could ever compete. » he didn’t answer instead he kissed you like he hadn’t seen you for months.  

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