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shawnxstyles · 8 months

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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

#shawnxstyles #shawn mendes #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes fan fiction #shawn mendes fan fics #shawn mendes head cannons #requests #anon request

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bri-cheeses · 2 months

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Why do so many Shawn Mendes songs fit Rosekiller so well

And then we also have the fwb Rosekiller lyrics too, and one with Bartylus from Evan’s pov:

Sorry it’s just that my dad is, for some odd reason, a (casual) fan of Shawn Mendes and we were listening to him in the car and I just had these thoughts. Because I have issues and can’t spend one moment without thinking of dead, gay wizards from the 70s <3

#rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #i’m not even a shawn mendes fan idk why i’m posting this lol #anyways

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yantao-enthusiast · 4 months

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can some fucking people stop being to celebrities like “oh this person is either gay or queerbaiting because their personality is making me interpret them as queer because they act ‘stereotypically’ gay and that if you act like this you have to be queer. so we’re gonna either force this person to come out via peer pressure when they may not want to or be ready to or bully them for acting a certain way if they’re not queer because that’s the only way i can accept these people acting this way.” it’s really fucked up, based on toxic patriarchal values, and plain homophobic. analyze these parts about yourself and put a stop to it. it’s not funny. it’s not doing the lgbtq community a favor. it’s an asshole thing to do and you better be leaving that shit in 2023.

#this shit upsets me so deeply i hope you noticed #kit connor #harry styles #billie eilish #shawn mendes #honestly i’m not even a huge shawn mendes fan but what some people did when they were look omg he’s gay bc he acts 💅#fucking disgusting #let’s not even start with how people made gross speculations about him and camila’s relationship #don’t forget the fact that billie had to come out bc she was put on the spot and she can’t just exist as a queer person #it really rubs me the wrong way all of it #and the kit connor situation is self explanatory #oh right i forgot to mention #taylor swift #like read the prologue please #also i feel the large majority of the community drowns out the g*ylors but it still clearly gets to taylor y’all #she’s stated multiple times she’s straight. stop insinuating otherwise.#even if she didn’t #the public doesn’t have to act like they’re entitled to sensitive details of someone’s life bc they’re famous.#gain some empathy. grow the fuck up #lgbtqia #lgbtq #queer

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shit-to-kinda-okay · 2 years

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shawn at miami beach, may 2022

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #my boy #whew #he’s kept that fan for months #he’s back

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panye · 1 year

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fic post: take me back, take me back

Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes | Explicit | 32k

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Niall says. He puts his head between his hands. “How is this happening?” “I didn’t want to say anything,” Harry says. “I wanted you to figure it out on your own.” “You think I like Shawn, too?” Niall asks and he’s shocked. “If anyone is supposed to tell me that I’m gay it’s supposed to be my gay best friend!” Or, Niall invites his new friend Shawn to Zayn and Liam's three-day wedding in Napa Valley, California. He gets way more than he expected.

A fic for @onedirectionbigbang with creative by @haztobegood

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shawn-is-my-giant-jellybean · 11 months

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"Tell me how do you like it?"

"You like it rough? intense?"

"Yes." She breathed down his neck.

Lost in Ecstasy

(Blurb)

I'm back!! I'm so sorry anon for taking so so long to write this. It's probably been over a year. I was going through a lot and wasn't in the headspace to write at all. But I'll try being consistent now. I took the liberty to modify the ask a little bit. Hope you like it.

Warnings : smut, age-gap, early 30s!reader × late 20s!Shawn

Soft, dim lighting casts a sensual glow throughout the room, illuminating the figures of Shawn and Y/N. Their bodies are intertwined, their breaths heavy with desire.

Y/N, her voice low and filled with anticipation, whispers into Shawn's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Tell me, Shawn. How do you like it?"

Shawn's eyes meet Y/N's, his desire evident as he responds, his voice husky.

"I like it rough. Intense. I want to lose myself in the moment with you."

Y/N's lips trace a path along Shawn's neck, her touch igniting a fire within him.

"Mmm, yes." She bites gently at his earlobe, sending a surge of electricity through his body. Their bodies press closer together, their connection intensifying with each passing moment.

The room fills with the sounds of their mutual exploration, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Their movements become more urgent, a dance of ecstasy and fulfillment.

In the midst of their shared passion, they lose themselves in the moment, reveling in the raw intensity of their connection. Skin against skin, their bodies merge, fueled by a hunger that can only be sated by each other.

Breaths mingling, they push the boundaries, exploring the depths of their desires. Each touch, each whisper, brings them closer to the edge of bliss.

The room becomes a sanctuary for their unyielding passion, a place where inhibitions dissolve, and their deepest fantasies find expression.

Time seems to stand still as their bodies move in perfect harmony, seeking pleasure and surrender. In this intimate space, they find solace, fulfillment, and a profound connection that transcends the physical realm.

As their climax approaches, their cries of ecstasy fill the air, a testament to the intensity and satisfaction they find in each other's arms.

Finally spent, they collapse into a tangled embrace, their bodies still humming with the lingering echoes of their passion.

Breathing heavily, Y/N and Shawn lay in each other's arms, their bodies basking in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Their eyes meet, a shared understanding passing between them.

In the silence of the room, they find solace in their connection, knowing that their desires are fulfilled and their souls entwined.

#shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #pretty bby #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fluff #Shawn × y/n #shawn mendes smut #shawn smut #shawn icons #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes fan fic #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes oneshot #lust

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brokendave · 2 years

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fireworks (s.m)

AN: my shadowban has been lifted, finally!!! so I'm reposting so that people will see it. lmk what you think!

Word Count: 4k

She was cutting up the watermelon when she heard his voice. Raspy but soft like sand under your feet. His laugh was bubbly and crystal clear like the ocean water. She didn’t want to look up and out the window because she didn’t want to see him. Hearing him was enough torture. She didn’t even know he was coming.

“Who invited him?” Her best friend, Melanie, scoffed from next to her. She was putting all the precut fruit into a bowl. Y/N didn’t know who invited him, but the fact was, he was here. “Do you even see him?” Melanie elbowed her arm, causing her to cut the piece of watermelon crooked.

“Look what you just made me do,” Y/N whined, setting the knife down on the cutting board and wiping her hands on her apron. “And no, but I hear him.” She sighed and looked over at her friend. She could hear him greeting all their friends outside. She didn’t know he was coming. Of course, why wouldn’t he be invited? They shared all the same friends. She just didn’t know he was in town.

“You look so pretty. Pretty enough to make him regret dumping you,” Melanie gleamed, pulling at the ends of Y/N’s hair. It used to be perfectly curled until the humidity set in and she got splashed with pool water when her brother cannon balled into it as she sunbathed.

“He didn’t dump me. It was mutual,” she corrected, turning back to the fruit on the counter. That was mostly the truth. One that Melanie knew was something Y/N said to herself late at night to convince herself that she wanted this too. But really, she never wanted this. She didn’t want to feel like her heart was being ripped out of her rib cage just because she heard his voice. How would she feel when she saw his face? Probably like a million little stabs hitting her all at once.

“Y/N,” his voice came from the patio door. She didn’t even hear it open, but then again, maybe it had been open the entire time and she just forgot. The knife in her hand hovered over the watermelon, juice dripping on her fingers as it condensated from the heat outside. “Y/N,” he said again. This time firmer. Desperate. Like he needed her to look at him. So she did.

“I’ll let you two talk,” Melanie said, excusing herself. Y/N had tunnel vision. She couldn’t see anything except him. His curly brown hair, flopping loosely in front of his face. There was enough product in it to keep it standing but the way it covered his eyes just a little bit reminded her of when he woke up too early in the morning.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” she said softly. Barely above a whisper. She wiped her hands again on her apron, suddenly too conscious of how sticky her fingers might be if he were to try and touch her but then she thought how fucking ridiculous is that?

“Iwasn’t planning on it. But then I heard you were going to be here, so, I figured,” he trailed off, looking at everything except for her when her eyes were glued to him. The pink of his lips looked the same. She wondered if he still had wrinkles in the corner of his eyes when he laughed. She should have looked out the window.

“Figured what? You haven’t tried to contact me in the last three months. So what’s different?” Her voice shook and she tried to steady it but the more she tried, the worse it got. He stepped closer to the counter and the wind blew in from outside and she could smell his cologne and she was never more thankful for the giant slab of wood and granite that stood between them.

“I just, I don’t know what to say,” he breathed. His breath smelled like mint. Like he was chewing gum the entire way here. “Did you get my letters? I tried. I know that I still love you. I know that I shouldn’t have been so stupid. I know I want you back. I just don’t know how to say those things.”

“Shawn,” she mumbled. She looked down at the ground instead of into his brown eyes. The tile was pure white that now had sticky red juice on it and she tried to wipe it away with her sandal. She did get his letters. She got all of them. The postcards from his travels around Europe and his handwritten letters on printer paper, yellow-lined notepads, and sometimes when he had a really important thought, he wrote it down on post-it notes or napkins and threw those in the envelopes, too. She got them all.

“No,” he stopped her. “Please look at me,” he begged. He put his hands on the countertop, his fingertips turning white from the pressure. She didn’t have to look at him to know his eyes were pleading and he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. “Please.”

She looked up, trying to avoid picking out all her favorite things about him. He didn’t speak. Everything he was too afraid to say, he was saying with his eyes and Y/N was just too stubborn, or scared, to try and listen to it.

She didn’t know how long they looked at each other before Tinsley burst through the door. “Where is that fruit salad?” Y/N cleared her throat and picked up the knife. She tried to finish cutting the watermelon, but Tinsley cut through the kitchen and added the already cut-up pieces to the bowl. “Don’t worry about it, Y/N. We have plenty.” Y/N stopped cutting and looked at her friend. She was beautiful. Blonde hair, bright blue eyes. The host of all hosts. “Thank you.” And then she disappeared.

Y/N put the rest of the fruit in a container and the cutting board and knife in the sink, scrubbing her hands under warm water. She tried to pretend that Shawn wasn’t still standing a few feet away but it was hard when she could smell the way he was sweating. “I got them.” Shawn wasn’t sure he heard her right. His mouth fell agape but no words came out so she looked over at him. “I got them all, Shawn. Of course, I got them.”

“You never wrote back.”

“What did you want me to say? Hope you’re having a great time in Europe without me? You look so happy and tanned without me? We were supposed to go on that trip together,” she hissed. She remembered planning it. She remembered surprising him with the tickets for his birthday last August. He was so happy, she had never seen him smile so wide. They picked out the Air B&Bs together, which train routes they would take and what attractions they would see. He suggested going to Positano to end the trip and that was what she was looking forward to the most.

It was bad enough that when they broke up she let him take the tickets and the trip with whoever he wanted but he didn’t have to rub it in by writing her letters detailing everything he did and he didn’t have to add photos of himself and the scenery. Sometimes he just didn’t think. But he was thinking, he was thinking that maybe she would reply to him because he was blocked on everything else. Maybe he would finally get some sort of reaction out of her. This was not the reaction he wanted.

“I-” Shawn stumbled on his words. His eyes were searching her face but all he saw was anger. Pure, unadulterated anger. “I just thought-”

“You don’t think!” She yelled, throwing her hands up in anger. “That was always the problem, wasn’t it?” She was seething now. She didn’t know when it happened. Somewhere between him telling her he still loved her and her remembering his sandy feet on the beaches of Italy.

She stormed off, her sandals slapping the hardwood floor behind her. The end of her dress grazed his bare leg and he could have sworn he felt it leave behind a trail of heat. He watched her walk away, smiling at the other party guests like the last five minutes hadn’t happened. He wondered, how can she pretend like that? It was always so easy for her.

She picked up a margarita from the drink tray on the patio table and took a sip. She was planning on staying mostly sober today, considering she would have to drive home, but with Shawn standing in the other room she may not have a choice but to drink to get through this.

Melanie came over, giving her a knowing smile and asking her silently if she was okay. YN gave her a small nod and soft smile and pretended like everything was okay but it was not. Everything was not okay.

YN paced around her kitchen. Her cat meowed at her from the big window in the living room, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with his mother. She ignored him and kept pacing. Her thumbnail was chewed to a nub and she could taste old nail polish on her lips. Shawn was on his way after a very ominous ‘we need to talk’ text and YN’s nerves were on fire.

He was on edge all month. Blowing off plans, showing up late to dinner, not replying to texts. She didn’t know what was going on but a breakup seemed to be on the horizon. Melanie said she was crazy. That there was no way Shawn would dump her. “He is so hopelessly in love with you, you have nothing to worry about,” she told her.

YN tried to listen to her. She tried to swallow her fear, bury it under her fingernails and pretend it didn’t exist, and then she received the text. Her doorbell rang and she clicked the buzzer to let him inside and then she waited. She moved from the kitchen to the living room and sat on the couch. Her cat walked over and settled into her lap. He jumped up when there was a knock at the door.

“Hey,” she said when she opened the door, revealing a disheveled Shawn.

“Hey,” he replied. She moved to the side to let him in and he moved to the couch like he lived there. He basically did. She wanted him to but she never had the courage to ask. And isn’t the girl supposed to move in with the guy? She didn’t know what to do anymore. All the usual things you were supposed to do in relationships went out the window with Shawn. She asked him out first. She accidentally said I love you first. She usually planned the dates. He should be the one to ask her, right?

“What’s up?” She asked when he didn’t say anything. He looked at her and rubbed his palms on his jeans. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.”

“What?” She choked. She wasn’t prepared. She should make him leave. She should have told him that she wasn’t home and that she didn’t have time to talk. She wanted to take it all back. “Is this about our fight the other day?” She blew up on him when he was late for dinner with her parents. He promised and promised he wouldn’t be late but lateness was his newest trait, so she didn’t expect much.

She was still pissed when he was late. Mostly because her mom was making snide comments about how hungry she was and how she wishes all the people attending were here so she could order. YN told her just to order some appetizers and be quiet, but her mother was her mother and that was it. When he finally showed, YN pulled him into the hallway with the bathroom and chewed him out pretty bad. He kept apologizing and trying to kiss her but she kept pushing him away until eventually he left and her mom could finally order her food.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “That was my fault. I fucked up. I don’t know why I’ve been acting so shitty lately, I deserved it.”

“Then what’s wrong? You’ve been pushing me away for months.” Shawn let out a shaky breath. It was all she needed to know. This was it. “You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” Shawn looked surprised. His eyebrows raised and his shoulders straightened. She almost had half a mind to think that that wasn’t what he was doing. She had a little bit of hope.

Then, the hope dissipated and Shawn said, “yeah. Yeah, I guess I am.”

She couldn’t move. Her feet were nailed to the ground. She couldn’t make them move even if she put all her strength into it. He didn’t say anything else. He tried to hug her. He tried to ask her if she was okay. She didn’t notice the tears in his eyes because her vision was blurred with tears of her own. There wasn’t anything she could say. He had said it all and said nothing at all at the same time.

The sun was setting now. YN had spent the rest of her afternoon lounging in the pool chairs, reading a book and sipping margaritas. The occasional person stopped to talk to her but it was all formalities. How have you been? We miss seeing you around! Is your mother doing alright? No one asked her about Shawn. There wasn’t anything to ask. He had pretty much disappeared after their conversation earlier. She saw him flying around the groups of people and chatting but he never stayed in one place for very long and YN refused to give him more than a glance.

When it was time for the fireworks, YN put her book away and found her way to the bathroom to change back into her dress. She knocked once and waited for a response. “Occupied.” The voice didn’t come from inside the bathroom, though. And it was one she knew all too well.

She turned around to see Shawn leaning against the wall with his hands in his shorts pockets. “Are you waiting?” She asked.

He nodded. “You can go first, though.” He tried not to look her up and down but how could he not when she looked like that. Her one piece was plastered to her body and hugging all her curves that Shawn had loved to touch. Kiss. He couldn’t help but look. YN didn’t answer him, just stepped to the side of the bathroom door to let whoever was inside out. “You don’t need to stand that far away from me,” he said.

“I was safe before. With the counter in between us.”

“You’re safe now. Always safe with me,” he whispered. She looked over at him and he stepped closer without asking. He was always doing that. Looking at her like that. She had to shake the memory of the morning sun on his face out of her head. Forget the way his lips tasted because if she thought about it, she would kiss him. And she shouldn’t do that.

A pretty girl with shoulder-length black hair and bright red lipstick came out of the bathroom. She apologized for making them wait and slipped out of the hallway and then they were alone again. “I’m gonna change,” YN said. She headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind her, leaning against it for extra support.

She tried to breathe as she stared at herself in the mirror, but she couldn’t. She heard a knock at the door. “Can you let me in?” He whispered on the other side of the door. She hesitated, but let him in even though she knew she shouldn’t. He shut the door behind him and now they were only inches apart. She could feel his breath. “I wanna tell you what I should have said that day in your apartment.”

“You don’t need to do this,” she said. Was he going to just break her heart all over again? Was ending it not enough that he wanted to detail every single reason he didn’t want to be with her?

“I do.” He put his hands on her face. The way he always did when he needed her to

really listen to him. His palms burned into her cheeks and she wanted to flinch away. The feeling was too familiar and it made her nauseous thinking that she hadn’t felt this in the last three months. How could she have survived not feeling this? “I didn’t come over that day to break up with you. I don’t know why I said I was. You caught me off guard and you were so hurt and mad about how I had been acting and I thought that was the right thing to do. Because you were right. I was being a dick but I had a reason, YN. You gotta believe me.”

She sucked in the air between them and she didn’t really care what he had to say anymore, only that she wanted to kiss him but she didn’t do that. She pushed him away instead and threw on her dress over her swimsuit. “You had a reason?” She scoffed. “A reason to treat me like a second-class citizen and then what? Lie to me? It’s my fault you broke up with me?”

“That’s not what I said,” he pleaded, reaching out for her again. He just wanted to feel her skin once more. “Please, let me explain.” She wanted to. She really, really, did. But was too scared and too drunk to stay in the bathroom. She felt like the air was thinning anf she couldn’t breathe anymore so she ran out of the room, leaving the door open behind her. Instead of running through the back, she ran through the front. Where no one could see her hyperventilate.

She kneeled in the grass, trying to catch her breath. Blades of grass spread between her fingertips. She dug them so deep that when she went to wipe the tears she didn’t know were falling off her cheek, there was dirt under her nails. She heard his footsteps.

“Go away,” she cried, saliva and tears choking her words. “Please.”

Shawn’s heart broke for her. Broke because he did that. A firework went off above their heads, shattering in the sky like broken glass. Like broken hearts. That was more symbolic of what was happening. “Please look at me.”

She was sure her mascara was running and her blush was all gone and maybe the pimple she tried to cover up on her cheek was showing now, too. “No.”

“I need you to look at me,” he begged. He never begged but he was begging for her. Shawn had never loved someone so much and he didn’t think he would ever again if she didn’t just fucking look at him.

When she turned around, her knees had imprints of grass on them. Some blades stuck to her sticky skin. She didn’t care because he was on one knee, tears streaming down his face and a ring in between his fingers. “I was gonna ask you to marry me that day. I was gonna wait until we were in Italy but I couldn’t be around you without wanting to spill the beans. I couldn’t wait and then I- I don’t know. I came over with this whole speech prepared. The ring was in my pocket. And I left without my girl.”

He was crying so hard he could barely get the words out. She didn’t even look at the ring. She didn’t know if she even believed him. But when she didn’t say anything and he sobbed even harder and fell back on his butt, burying his head in his hands. He had lost her, he thought. She was gone for good and it was all his fault.

YN crawled through the manicured lawn, fireworks going off above her. One after the other after the other. They sounded like her racing heartbeat. She wrapped her hands around his wrists and exposed his face. He looked at her with red cheeks and sad eyes and she wiped a tear away from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to kiss her finger. He didn’t.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. YN shook her head and wrapped her arms around his neck. Shouldn’t she be the one crying? She decided she would cry, too. So they both were in a puddle of tears and grass and there were the damn fireworks.

“Do you mean it?” She asked. He pulled away just enough to look at her. He furrowed his brows like he was confused and she clarified. “Do you mean it? That you love me? Wanted to marry me?”

“Did you not read my last letter?” He asked, slightly heartbroken. He thought it couldn’t shatter any more than it already was, but then she shook her head. She didn’t read it. She had had enough of the letters that she just tossed it in the garbage. “Of course I mean it.”

As she prayed that it was still in her trash car, she kissed him. She kissed him so hard she could no longer hear or feel the fireworks.

YN,

The travel sucked, but Vienna is beautiful. It’s everything I thought it would be. The coffee is great. I know that’s what you were most excited about. I wish I could pack up every coffee shop and send it home to you. I wish I could pack you up and bring you here. I shouldn’t have come without you. Why did I do that? I see your face in every sculpture I see. I hear your voice in the birds chirping. I love you.

YN,

We’re leaving Vienna now. I don’t need to tell you what’s next. You wrote the itinerary. You planned too many travel days. We would have bickered the entire time, you know. You would have been too tired and hot to sit in the airport for hours and then on the plane. No wonder you paid extra for first class. Let me pay you back, okay? I know you said I could have it since it was my birthday present, but I want to. I’ll Venmo you. If you unblock me. Is it because I tried to send you money to get a response? I’m sorry. Anyway, the flights are long and my back really hurts so I wish I had your hands to massage them. You were always so good at that.

I smell you inside this restaurant

All these couples kissing on these boats. Fuck I wish you were here.

YN,

I know it’s been a few days since I last wrote a letter. I hope that they’re not bothering you. They probably are, which is why you haven’t written one back. Or unblocked me. I don’t know. Sweden was cool. Would have been better with you. Why did we break up again?

We landed in Paris. I’m writing this on a napkin of a French coffee shop. It’s too pretentious for you.

The Eiffel tower would look better with you under it.

YN,

We’re going to Italy now. I’m writing this on the plane. It’s the last stretch of the trip, as you know. I hope all my pictures are finding you well. How are you? I don’t know what to say, anymore. I don’t think I ever knew what to say. Even when I was breaking up with you, you know. I didn’t know what I was saying. How can I take it back? It’s too late. I should have made a grand gesture and asked you on this trip with me. Together or not. I should have stood outside your apartment with a boombox and sang your favorite rom-com songs until you came down to shut me up and then we’d kiss or something. Your apartment is too high up, anyway. You’d never hear me. I could ask one of the window cleaners to let me on their thing maybe. Then you’d see me. Then I’d have to get down. You don’t like big romantic gestures, anyway. I know that. I love you.

YN,

This is the last letter I’m going to write. You’re not answering me and I’m in Positano right now and all I can think about is how this was where I was planning on asking you to marry me. That’s why I pushed so hard for us to add it to the trip. It’s so beautiful here. The sun is so bright and the beach is so clear. I wanted to bring you to the beach, set up a picnic, and pour you champagne. Not too much, because I want you to remember the way that I tell you that you’re the girl of my dreams. I wish I hadn’t jumped the gun and come over that day. In your apartment? How fucking dumb. You don’t even have the best view in the building. Maybe if I hadn’t been so scared to accidentally slip up my plans, I wouldn’t have been so avoidant. Then you wouldn’t have thought I wanted to break up and maybe we’d be engaged. When I get back I’m going to find you. Please tell me you’ll say yes.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fan fic #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes x reader #reader insert #shawn mendes imagine

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theshawnsedits · 1 year

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𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙊 𝙎𝙃𝘼𝙒𝙉… 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘? 📞👻🔪 I saw the new Scream movie yesterday and woah… The movie is great! I really enjoyed being on the edge of my seat with the story. Also the character posters were so cool too, so I made my version. 👅 Hope you like it! 🖤

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#shawn mendes #shawn #mendes #shawn mendes edit #shawn mendes edits #scream #scream 6 #scream franchise #character poster #fan art #Fanmade

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theamazingannie · 1 year

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I’ve literally had multiple people ask me straight to my face if I was bisexual because they suspected I was and even tho I knew in all three of those situations that the person I was talking to was safe (either queer themself or an ally), it was really scary to be forced in that moment to come out without my consent, or feel forced to lie about it in order to protect myself, regardless of whether I needed to or not. I can’t imagine being a world famous celebrity and having fan pages dedicated to my alleged sexuality, analyzing every behavior I did and whether or not it was queer, calling all of my relationships PR relationships or beards because they are so convinced I am a homosexual. Either erasing my bisexuality to call me a lesbian or forcefully outing me. People who don’t even know me. It’s scary and honestly creepy enough having someone who knows you personally do it, but someone who’s never even met you? And doing it in front of the whole world? I would never feel safe enough to come out, not just because of the risk of homophobic attacks, but because the people who claim to support me are the ones that made me do it

#taylor swift #Gaylors are the worst and nothing will convince me otherwise #also can be applied to those who forced kit Connor to come out #and the people who harrass Shawn Mendes and call him gay #most of not all of the people doing this are queer themselves #how can you be queer and take that autonomy away from your peers?#and this is all implying that the rumors are true #not to mention the harassment of if it’s not and you’re calling a straight person gay simply because you feel like they are #like this is actually horrifying to watch #and i imagine most of these people are young #who grew up in a world that didn’t entirely accept them #but who had it so much easier than older generations did #or people like me who grew up in church towns with Republican parents #no matter how accepting the world gets you do NOT get to take that choice away from someone else #you don’t know what their life is like #you don’t know the horrors of having your secrets splashed on the news front page #tabloids are bad enough but to have tour own fans propel this?#i feel like she doesn’t see all this or if she does it doesn’t affect her cuz she’s not actually queer #cuz I know as a queer woman I would never be okay with this #ESPECIALLY if I was not out #god i hate them so much #and the way they turn around and call US homophobic?#Im not the one forcefully outing someone and fighting with people online swearing that someone they don’t know is gay #despite them saying themself that they are not part of the community #how about let’s trust her and let her figure shit out herself?#no speculation is okay and we really as a whole need to stop it #but this has so much added layers that this in particular needs to be addressed

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oneirataxiahiraeth · 2 years

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Celebrity Masterlist

Hi hi hi, you guys should know the drill by now, and if not, that’s totally fine, welcome to my disgustingly dirty page where nothing is normal:) this is my Celeb master-list where you can find most of my celeb fics.

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