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shawnmendesbuddy · 1 year

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Day 11–Puppy Fever

A/N: Sorry it’s late

Y/N and Shawn had been together for two years now. They dated for one and had been married for the other. A few weeks after coming home from their honeymoon, Shawn had brought up an idea that made Y/N both excited and nervous.

She had been cooking breakfast when he snuck his arms around her waist and laid his head on her shoulder. His bare chest was pressed against her back.

“What if we got a dog,” he had asked.

“A dog?” She felt him nod against her shoulder. “I mean I’m not opposed to the idea of it, but you’re allergic honey.”

He hummed and pressed a kiss to her clothed shoulder. “I know, but I still think it would be fun. You know how much I love dogs. Please can we get one. When you’re not home and I am I would like some company to fill the void. I’m sure you would too.”

“Oh my hell Shawn. It’s like you have baby fever, but with dogs. So, I guess you have puppy fever. What has set this all off?”

“Well, when I got home from the studio yesterday and you were at the store, I just really missed you and wanted to cuddle. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a big dog to snuggle up next to when we miss the other person?”

“Aww, babe. I’m super flattered that you missed me that much. And I see your point. I guess we could find a hypoallergenic dog or something.”

“For real?!” Shawn looked like a little kid on Christmas. Y/N nodded. “I’ll start researching some dogs right now!” He sat down at one of the barstools and pulled out his phone. Y/N chuckled at her husband’s antics.

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Not even five hours later, Y/N and Shawn were driving to a breeder whose golden retriever had just had puppies. All of them were sold, but one. Y/N had told Shawn that they were just going to look at them and not buy any of them. He had agreed but knew her mind would change the minute she saw them.

And boy was he right. As soon as she laid eyes on the small golden retriever puppy, she fell in love. “He still hasn’t been bought yet, right?” Shawn questioned the breeder who was just trying to keep their cool over the fact that Shawn Mendes was in their house.

“No. He’s the only one. The others are getting picked up by new owners today and tomorrow. Are you guys willing to buy him? He’s 1500 dollars.”

Shawn looked at Y/N with puppy eyes who sighed at him. “Let me hold the little pup and then I will decide.”

The breeder quickly grabbed the puppy from the kennel and placed him into Y/N’s arms. “You’re a cute little fellow, aren’t you? You’re adorable.”

“We could name him Tarzan, Y/N think about it.”

“Fine, fine. Whatever, let’s just buy him.”

And so, they did buy him. And they took him to the store right after to buy food, a crate, and other essentials they would need.

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Now almost a year later, Tarzan was nine months old. He was as adorable and floppy as ever. He had grown quickly much to Y/N and Shawn’s dismay, but they still called him a puppy. Shawn decided to start taking allergy medication when his eyes got itchy, and he started sneezing.

“Told you this would happen,” Y/N had told him playfully one morning as they lay in bed, Tarzan at their feet.

Shawn rubbed his eyes and sneezed. “It’s okay. Tarzan is totally worth it.”

One day Shawn had come home from the studio with a big smile on his face and a bag from Petco. “What did you do babe?” Y/N had questioned him.

“You’ll thank me in a minute, trust me.” He turned away from her and went to go find Tarzan who was laying on his dog bed in the living room. “Hey buddy. Want to go for a walk?” Tarzan’s head lifted. “Yea buddy. Well first we got to put this on.” Shawn held up a dog sweater. He attempted to put Tarzan’s large legs through the wholes of the sweater and pull the hood up over his head.

“Dear, are you harassing the poor dog?” Y/N walked out from the kitchen and into the family room.

“He’s going to look so cute! Just imagine taking family Christmas photos with him. He needs to wear this for the front cover of our Christmas cards.”

“Ok, he definitely does look cute, but he also looks annoyed. Look at that face that he’s making.” Tarzan was staring up at the two from underneath his eyelids. He looked unamused.

“I’m sorry Tarzan, but this is what you get for peeing in the house all those times.” Shawn bent down to kiss him on the head and started sneezing. “And that is what you get for making fun of him,” Y/N laughed and went back into the kitchen. She returned a few minutes later with allergy medicine. “Poor dog. Your dad harasses you too much. You’re probably hot with that sweater on and your fur coat.”

“But Y/N, it’s cold outside. I just want to protect our child and make sure he’s going to stay warm.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at her husband. “He’s a dog. He’ll be hot with that sweater on even when you go outside. But I do agree that he looks cute in it. Otherwise, I would’ve made you throw it away.”

“Do you want to know what I think?”

“Sure, what do you think babe.”

“Well, I was just thinking that maybe we could have a baby next. Don’t you think it would be so cute if it had your face and your eyes. Of course, I would want us to have a boy first so he could protect his sister that will come next. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. What do you think about that?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “A kid?! First you had puppy fever and now you have baby fever! I’ll have to think about it. And there’s no way you’re getting me to do this on a whim like you did when we bought Tarzan.”

“You sure about that,” Shawn asked, raising his eyebrows and sending her a mischievous smile.

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1-800-sassy-mendes · 5 years

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Summary: Affectionate!Shawn

a/n: Hi. I just had an idea and random spur of wanting to write something so here I am after the long wait, and excuse me if this is not good at all. Its been awhile. I’m also trying to procastinate working on my scholarship lol. And I can’t believe that there is 1k notes on The Not Shawn Mendes Tour. That is so freaking insane for me. And it has come to my attention that the Goodbye link on my masterlist did not work, I have now fixed it and it should be good to go! But enjoy!!

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“This forehead,” Shawn kissed your forehead and looked down at you since he was on top of you. “Have and will receive many kisses. In there is also that amazing brain of yours that never stops thinking.”

“You love it.” You giggled while your hand was on his jawline. After dinner, Shawn was just in a very affectionate mood. He carried you from the kitchen and laid you on the bed, what you thought was going to be a night of having sex turned into him loving on you instead.

“I do,” He leaned down his face to kiss you somewhere on your face, closing your eyes, not knowing where he actually will. You felt him kiss your right eyelid and then your left. “And these gorgeous eyes have seen many beautiful things. They also have seen things I wish I could just erase from your memories. They’ve shed tears of joy and of sadness, some of which I’m the reason of.”

You smiled at him, cheeks flushed red. You weren’t sure about what to say-speechless actually. He smiled back at you and kept going. “How can I forget that mouth of yours?” He leaned down and kissed you. You could never get tired of kissing him. You could probably kiss him forever if you could. He pulled away and you pouted slightly. “You look so cute when you pout. This mouth of yours can be real sassy, but it has told me numerous times how loved I am and encouraged me. It also have made me feel good,” Shawn winked and continued. “And feel special.”

Shawn kept on kissing you from your cheek down to your neck. You tilted your head to give him more access to the skin, but instead of staying there and planting a hickey like always, he kept on going. You were confused but you just let him. He continued on to your shoulders, kissing every part of skin slowly-taking his time.

He got up from being on top of you, you immediately missed his touch the moment he stopped. You watched him grab something from the night. You couldn’t tell what it exactly was, thinking it was just a condom, you ignored it. When he sat down, you crawled to him and straddled his lap. He placed one of his hands the small of your back. His other hand pushing the strand of hair that fell on your face. You snaked your hands around his neck and rested them behind his neck.

You watched as Shawn take your left hand and smile when he saw the blue and black beaded bracelet that had his first name on it. He remembered that he made it for you years ago, with the help of Aaliyah. He kissed the back of your hand. “This hand. I’ve held it so much. It has held my heart and will hold my heart forever.” He continued on to kissing each finger. He stopped at the ring finger, and looked you in the eye. “This finger will hold the symbol of forever for us.”

Shawn reached for the blue and black beaded bracelet and ran his finger on the white beads marked with faded letters that spelled out his name, anybody would definitely be able to that you’ve had it for awhile. He’s bought you all kinds of jewerly, but you always still wore the bracelet. It had a lot of sentimental value.

“I gave you a bracelet with my name on it years ago and you’ve been wearing it ever since,” Shawn pulled a red velvet box from beside him, what you thought was him getting a condom was really him getting a ring. He opened the box and you couldn’t help but bring your hand to your mouth. ”I think its time that I give you a ring and my last name.”

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imfreefallinall · 6 years

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Mobbing (Angst!Shawn and Fan!Reader- Cute!Shawn)

2,2k words. It refers to what happened this week at the airport. It was supposed to be an angst but Lost In Japan music video made me soft so it turned out to be a cute blurb at the end. Also, it took me too long to finish it but I’ve been super busy with school lately, but here it is for you to read it! For those of you who don't know, Y/S/N stands for your sister’s name.

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(Shawn’s POV)

I was dead tired after a five-hour long flight. That festival run had been the best and funniest of my life. I played new music all over the world with my amazing team by my side and we reserved enough time to visit the cities we went to. I even got to film the Youtube documentary with Casey! For sure, that months had been particularly productive not only for my career but also for me as a person, since I got to play on stage with some of my role models as Justin Timberlake. But that run had been stressful too: a full-time schedule, packed with early morning flights and long rides on the tour bus. I was delighted to be back home: I could spend time with my family, maybe watching a film with Aaliyah, go out for a beer with my friends and have some me-time to write down all the new melodies and lyrics that were buzzing in my head.

I knew I’d be in a danger-zone after passing through the sliding doors since Jack took a different flight to go home, and I also knew I should have expected a group of fans waiting for me. I felt the stress clinging to my throat as soon as I noticed a large group of people, holding their phones out to take pictures. I made my way to them, a small but tired smile on my lips to greet them; as soon as they were around me, I made clear that I was tired and I needed to be fast because my Uber was waiting for me.

“Hey, Shawn! Over here please, take a picture” one asks. I approached her and smiled to the camera, leaving behind me some other usuals fans who already had hundreds of pictures with me.

“How are you feeling, Shawn?” asked another one, not really interested in listening to my answer while he was shoving his phone in front of us to take a selfie. I sighed again, feeling my head getting heavier just like my eyelids. A constant hammer in my head, amplificated by the too many voices that were calling out for me.

“A little bit stressed, thank you. Guys, I’m sorry but I should really go now, I need to go back home” I said, looking around to count how many people were waiting to meet me. Too many. They were too many and I was alone. Suddenly my throat dried out and it became hard to breath. I started to count down from 30 in my head, looking desperately around to find a safety zone or a guard who could help me. No one came to help though, anyone minding their own business. I held my breath for a few seconds, my brain slowing down a bit and I started to feel like I was underwater. I came up when a hand started to shake not so gently my right arm.

“Shawn! please, can you say hi to my friend Jess?”

“You really aren’t listening, my car is waiting outside and I have to go” I explained again, trying to make my way to the door.

“We’ll come out with you, no problem” said a guy, following me and taking a video. I looked around, noticing that the now smaller crowd was moving to follow me, and I realized there were a few girls arguing in the background, two of them trying to come closer to me. I didn't bother to understand what were they quarrelling about, to be honest. I couldn’t even walk since every step I took was followed by the millionth selfie. “Guys, please. I’m exhausted” I sighed as soon as a small figure appeared in my visual, thinking I was in for a new round of pictures.

(Y/N’s POV)

I couldn’t stand in that mess any longer, knowing Shawn was having troubles breathing. It was obvious that he was uncomfortable, though no one seemed to care.

“Y/N, please, I want a picture with him” please my little sister but I shook my head for the third time.

“Sweetheart, do you see him? He’s not feeling good, we need to give him some space. I promise you you’ll get your picture another time when he’ll be more relaxed, and maybe we’ll have a small chat with him too okay?” I replied sweetly since she was still too young to understand what anxiety was. She just wanted a picture with her idol and I couldn’t blame her for that, however, I needed to protect her from that crazy crowd. So I did the only thing that seemed reasonable at the moment to defend her: I grabbed my sister’s little hand and started to move toward the sliding doors. We were almost out, Y/S/N whining a little, when Shawn’s panicked voice, asking for help, stopped my movements. I sighed and went back, trying to talk to some of the fans to make them go away but, as expected, they didn’t listen. I had already noticed the Uber driver waiting eagerly on the street and I knew he wasn’t going to wait any longer. Frustrated, I tighten the grip on my sister’s hand and did the only thing that seemed reasonable to save the pop star from passing out in front of everyone: I made my way through the crowd, receiving many insults and bumps in the meantime. Once I was by the man’s side, I placed my sister between us: his body was towering over mine but I knew this big man was feeling like insignificant and helpless. I started to speak but no one seemed to listen, trying to push me away from him to get more shots; so I raised my voice, standing proudly on the tiptoes.

“Everyone, listen. You’re not helping Shawn right now: he’s tired but he’s also too polite to ask you to leave him alone. You all know he loves you and that he’s grateful, you don’t need more pictures. Also because you aren’t even trying to make small conversations, you just want pictures to post on your Instagram. Most of you have already met Shawn for, at least, ten times, we all know you come here for him every single time. If you really care, let him go home. He’s dead tired but you’re too selfish to see it” I tried to reason with them, but there was no way they were interested in what I was trying to explain.

“Oh, fuck off. You know what? Y/S/N, take Shawn’s bag, sweetheart. We’ll escort him to the car” I told my sister, grabbing her free hand again but also taking Shawn’s wrist in the other one. I couldn’t decide if he was too tired or too traumatized to move or say anything, probably both, so he just followed silently. I pushed a few people, not really kindly, and the three of us finally arrived at the car, fresh air crashing on my face.

“There you go” I released a sight, kissing the top of my sister's hair. We were finally out but she was shaking a bit, probably afraid from the number of people that surrounded us.

“Thank you, really. I didn’t know what else to do. Can I do something for you? Maybe take a picture with this little lady?” he thanked politely, kneeling a bit to look into my sister’s eyes. She was almost nodding, but I didn’t want to be incoherent. He really needed to go home and, for sure, he wasn’t in the mood to take other pictures. Neither was I or the taxi driver.

“We’re good, thanks. Maybe we’ll see you another time and we’ll take a picture when you’ll look better. We want a handsome picture, don’t we?” I answered, brushing Y/S/N’s hair while her sleeping face nodded at me.

“Yeah, I don’t want you to have bags under your eyes. I get only one picture and it must be perfect!” she explained, nodding convinced to her speech. Shawn and I both laughed.

“Alright then, thank you again. I would have stayed there another thirty minutes if it wasn’t for you” he admitted, quickly embracing the small, warm body that was resting against mine.

“You know you should have raised your voice when they weren’t listening. They don’t deserve your kindness if they don’t show you some respect. You were almost having a panic attack in there, I recognize one when I see it. You’re lucky I’m a strong woman accompanied by an even stronger princess and we got to save our prince, didn’t we?” I laughed a bit at it, trying to ease the situation. I had been a little too direct, but he needed to hear those words in order to make something the next time.

“Yes, we had been princesses in shining armours” her childish voice said proudly.

“You really had, misses. And, yes, I guess the next time I won’t let it happen but you know, I owe them everything, from my career to the food I place on the table so I don’t really feel like treating them harshly” He replied to me, closing the boot and opening his car door. He placed the backpack inside and looked at us for the last time.

“Thank you, again. I owe you an ice cream and a handsome picture, right?” he smiled, visibly relieved once he realized he was finally going home. The group of fans coming closer to the car after escaping from the security guard’s attention.

“Sure. Goodnight” I smiled, lifting my sleepy sister into my arms and making my way to our car. I felt her little arm shaking, sign that she was waving at him. Once small giggles fell from her lips, I knew he waved back.

“See? Most of the time, small talks are nicer than pictures” I stated, placing her small frame in the back seat and buckling her up. She nodded happily, hugging her small teddy bear. I started to drive, thinking about Shawn’s difficult celebrity-life. it all looked shining and perfect, with sparkling dressed, music awards and famous people. I knew it was an idyllic vision of fame: when the curtain closes, the audience can’t see the dark part of it, all the anxiety and pressure accompanied by tears and long lists of duties and public images to maintain.

Later that night, as I was lying in my comfy and warm bed, I found out that I was a “celebrity” too: videos of me yelling at the centre of the airport were circulating all over the internet, everyone wondering where this “mysterious girl” was coming from. I breathed out a long suspire, ready to turn off my phone when a Twitter notification arrived on the profile I created for Y/S/N to remain updated on Shawn’s career:

@shawnmendes: what happened tonight at the airport really made me sad and uncomfortable. I’d like to believe you didn’t notice that I wasn’t feeling good, because I couldn’t explain otherwise your lack of attention in my regards.

@shawnmendes: please, I don’t know who the girl was but for respect of her and her little sister, do not look for her name. I’m taking a break from social media for a while, I’ll come back with great news. xx

(a few days after)

I was almost at the end of my shift, preparing a chocolate milkshake a client just ordered while I was happily humming a tune I’ve heard on the radio on the way to the ice cream shop. I turned around, sinking a black strawn in the soft foam and handling the cup to the girl standing in front of me.

“There you go, enjoy and have a good day” I smiled, turning around to clean the counter once the couple was out of the shop.

“When I said I owed you an ice cream, I didn’t know you were supposed to make it” a familiar but lazy voice said, followed by a giggle. I turned again to face the person that was speaking to me and I felt my heart melt. There he was, in cosy clothes, with a serene but jet-lagged caused sleeping expression defying his soft features. I giggled in response and nodded slightly.

“Yeah, but I’ll be out in five if you wanna go somewhere else” I smiled, starting to untie the knot that was holding close the uniform’s blue apron.

“Actually, I’d like to stay here and try all of your flavours. Its a dream of mine so, please, make it happen” he joked, pouting with his full, pink lips.

“I’m here for it, but you have to help me to close the shop in order to repair the damage you’re gonna make to our ice cream’s reserve” I laughed, pulling inside all the chairs and tables that were placed outside.

“Okay, I’m in” he smiled, really giving me a hand even if I wasn’t serious when I asked for help.

We laughed for the whole evening, and I’m not sure if, in the end, my heart dropped because of too much sugar or if it was for the cheesy, childish kiss he left on my cheek after he walked me to my car. I could have died straight away but I couldn’t have been any happier.

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shawnmendesbuddy · 2 years

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12 Days Of Christmas

Day 1–Mistletoe 🌿

Day 2–Decorating ✨

Day 3–Hot Chocolate ☕️

Day 4–Holiday Baking 🍪

Day 5–Snowball Fight ❄️

Day 6–Christmas Light Show💡

Day 7–Snowed In 🌨

Day 8–Ugly Sweaters 👕

Day 9-Holiday Party 🎉🎈

Day 10–Christmas Shopping 🛍

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imfreefallinall · 6 years

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Fake Friends (Shawn Mendes AU)

Fluff!Shawn x Angst!Reader

3,1k words on struggling and feeling bad. I have loved writing this piece because I needed to share this with someone. The story I told in this imagine is basically what’s happening to me during these days and I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one who has ever felt this way. the second part is my favourite because it is what I hope will happen in the future, once I’ll move to another city to study at university and once I’ll meet new people. To everyone else experiencing this kind of situation, know that there’s someone that for sure cares about you. I have learned to “smooth the sharp edges of my personality” and now I know that I am a good friend to those who look through the images I give of myself and those who truly appreciate me. You can always DM me, anyway. I’m here for anyone of you.

Please, enjoy and know that feedback is always appreciated. Love ya.

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(Shawn’s POV)

We were in Y/N’s hometown for a few days to celebrate her birthday and carnival. I was chatting with her mum, sitting in the kitchen with a blue mug in my hands filled with hot peach tea. Y/N’s favourite. I was damn worried: it was raining so hard outside and she was probably riding her scooter to come back home.

“She knows how to drive in the rain, Shawn, don’t worry. She went to school every day with her scooter for four years during high school. She’ll be soaked, but fine” Laura told me.

“Yeah, sure. She’s a tough girl anyway. Can I just...I don’t know, prepare some blankets and warm clothes for her?” I asked looking at the woman sitting in front of me

“Of course, you know where her room is. I’ll prepare some more tea” she stood up and poured some water into the glass teapot while I sipped all of the warm liquid from my cup. I washed it quickly and went to Y/N’s room to grab her favourite pair of sweatpants, clean underwear and a long sleeve blue shirt. I put them all on a radiator near the bathtub with a blue, soft blanket and my Crossfit black sweatshirt. While I waited for her, I sat on the couch with her dad and brother to watch some Italian football match.

I was chatting with Y/N’s brother when we heard the sound of the garage’s gate closing. I immediately went to the door and hold it open, cold air and rain smell hitting my face. As soon as I saw her climbing the stairs I knew something was off, but I thought it was just a mood due to being wet.

“Ehi, babygirl. I prepared some warm clothes for you” I said sweetly, relieved to know she was home safe. She lifted her face from the coat’s zip she was opening and I saw them. Puffy, red eyes and tear rolling down her red cheeks.

“Oh, love. I got you, come here, c’mon” I sighed, taking off her damp raincoat and helmet, lifting her up to take her to the bathroom. Her legs wrapped around my waist, tears running down my neck after she buried her face there. I closed the door behind me, starting to silently take off her cold jumper and jeans. Her sobs getting louder as soon as I took her face in my warm hands.

“ Y/N, baby, what’s up? Did you fall?” I whispered slowly, wiping her tears away with soft strokes of my thumbs on her damaged skin.

“What’s wrong with me?” She cried louder, her whole body shivering. I took off my t-shirt and jumper, putting them on her small body and holding her close to me. I knew she wasn’t going to shower unless she first spilt out what was upsetting her.

“Nothing’s wrong, honey. Would you like to tell me what’s going on?” I asked softly again, sitting on the bathroom floor with her on my lap. I wrapped her in the warm cover and loosed her hair from the messy bun she tied them in to keep them dry.

“You know I went to school to collect that certificate I need to put in my CV for the master” she said, tears stopped leaving her light blue eyes but small sobs were still coming from her throat. I nodded, bubbling a small “yea” and stroking her hair with my nails to try to relax her.

“When I was queuing I saw Lucie, my old classmate. I talked to you about her, do you remember?”

“The one that was a bitch to you who faked being your friend for years just to get rides and homework from you?” annoyance coming in my voice. She nodded again, sobs interrupting her story. I patiently waited for her to start again, but someone knocked on the door.

“ Y/N, what’s wrong?” her mum asked, “can I come in?”

“Yeah, mum” she murmured, sniffing up. Her mum sat down near me, taking the girl from my arms into hers. I watched silently.

“Before Shawn and I arrived, I texted all of my high school's friends to organize a dinner together since we were all in town and we hadn’t seen each other in years. I thought it would have been fun, stupid me”

“Baby, don’t-” I started

“I’ve been stupid. They all told me they couldn’t, being too busy with family, study and work. But as soon as she saw me, Lucie asked why I didn’t attend yesterday night’s classmates' reunion. She said I should have taken my hot looking boyfriend with me, that they all wanted to know you. That she didn’t know I was here, bitch, of course you knew because I wrote you two months ago” she cried again, her mum holding her a little stronger.

“I felt like my sixteen years old self again and it was horrible. All of those nights I spent crying because I thought I was wrong, I wasn’t worth being in the group, that my personality was too bitchy and that I needed to change. They all met and no one thought about me, again. Why? Am I such a bad friend?” she asked still shaking.

“ Y/N, listen to me. We talked about this so many times in the past years. It’s not about you, not at all. You are such a strong woman. You are loyal, caring and always near your friends as much you can. You’d split yourself in two just to be sure to help everyone and I am so proud of the person you’ve become. All those high school years, they made you stronger and aware of how you should have smoothed your personality’s sharp edges. And you did and now you have your friends in London and you have Shawn. We all love you and we all accept you for who you are because you’re wondeful like this” her mom sweet talked to her but her voice was firm and serious. That made Y/N calm down a little. I wondered how was it like when Y/N was just sixteen and struggled with all of this being just a teenager. Being set aside from who was supposed to be your friend must have been so hard to take. I knew she was smarter than all of other girl’s of her age because she grew up with her older brother’s friends around the house. I knew she was able to discuss serious topics with her parent’s friends at dinner without sounding immature. I knew she had a special bond with her English teacher because she was just ten steps forward everyone else and she could read between the lines what another person was telling her in another language that wasn’t her own. I knew that people used to make her feel different and not special. That she was, she is. She’s special.

“Mum, I don’t have friends that really love me, I don’t. I just have you and dad and Y/b/n. Even Shawn is gonna get tired of me one day and I won’t blame him for it. He’ll leave me, mom. And I’ll be all by myself again” she whispered. She was so caught up in her past self. It sounded like she was referring to me like her high school crush and not her lover. My eyes went wider as soon as I heard those words leave her cracked lips.

“ Y/N I’m here, I won’t leave you. I love you, I love you so much” I said, almost heartbroken. I had never realized she was feeling that way about our relationship. I thought she knew how much I was a fool for her. I lifted her from her mum’s lap and, without caring about her whole family looking at us, I revealed her all of those feelings I tried to show her but back then, I guessed she just needed to hear them.

“You are the woman of my life and I’m not joking here. I know I am five years older but, baby, trust me you’re way more mature than I am. You know what to say and how to say it when I need comfort. You are my home, baby. I always feel safe when I am with you and you’re the only one who makes me feel vulnerable and strong at the same time. You’re funny and so smart and, shit, sometimes I don’t even understand your jokes because they are too complicated to me to understand because I’m a dumbass who didn't’ finish high school properly while you studied your ass off to get that scholarship you wanted. You keep amazing me every day with your strength and your passion. I feel so blessed when I get to see you fall apart and then stand up again because it is so empowering to see you standing so high on your feet. You look like a damn queen ready to lead her army to victory. I love when you mess up everything and get back to work. Baby, do you remember that day you backed five cakes in the same afternoon because you weren’t satisfied with the result? We ate your chocolate cake at three in the morning and I felt so proud because you were dead tired but you managed to finish that damned cake anyway because you wanted to. And you do have friends who love you, who would drive highways and byways for you if you just asked them to. I know that for you it is difficult because those stupid children of your classmates made you think you're not worth being helped and considered by your friends but, honey, you are. You are the only person that I know that deserves all the love and the help and the support that you would have received if you allowed people to give it to you. Those people, they were wrong, baby, they are wrong. And they didn’t call you to go to that stupid dinner because they knew you would have outshined them because you are actually accomplishing the life you want and deserve, because you have already finished uni and you have already worked for important companies while they remained here to work in some shitty societies because they didn’t listen to you when you told them to study together and to look for uni abroad together. They are jealous because you are the smartest. And even the most gorgeous because, baby yes, you had quite a big nose that I know you hated and also your teeth weren’t perfect but your mind was so complex and intriguing and all those girls were scared of that and they left you. Well, let me tell you, I will always be proud of feeling dumb because I don't understand your dry humour. I will always feel amazed by your speeches even if I don’t understand what are you saying about that goddamn painting from Brunelleschi you love. And I’m sure that your friends, our friends, will always be proud of you when you will accomplish something new you fought for because you’d feel the same way about them if roles were reversed. This is what true friendship is about. And you know that in that horrible environment I work in, the showbiz, you taught me how to recognize true friends and you taught me how to trust people again. I am so grateful to have you in my life, Y/N. And from now on I will tell you every day, okay? I won’t leave you, even if you wanted to” I finished speaking almost out of breath. My chest felt lighter because I was sure she knew what I really felt for the woman standing in my arms. She looked me deeply in the eyes and a small smile broke through her tired face.

“I love you, Shawn. Also you, mum and dad. And you, dumbass” She said relieved, cuddling on me.

“Shawn is right, little pumpkin. You are an amazing woman and no one has the right to make you feel like you’re not. Not even yourself, okay?” her brother patted her shoulder.

“We are so proud of you. Also amazed” her dad added caressing her wet hair. She smiled and closed her eyes.

“Now, I’m going to prepare you a hot cup of peach tea again while you take a hot bath. Shawn?” her mum looked at me and I nodded.

“I got her, I’ll take care of her” and I meant forever.

In fact, I sweet talked to her the whole time while she was bathing, humming her favourite songs in her ear, sitting out of the white tub and holding her now soft hands. While she was drying up and dressing, I left her in the bathroom and called all of our friends, wanting to organize something special that would have made her feel appreciated. I caressed and touched her softly for the whole evening, glad to see her smile again, even if it wasn’t that bright yet. That night I loved on her so deep, kissing every sweet spot of her body and whispering loving words in her ear and on her skin. I left love bites in places that only us could appreciate to remind her of the love that was consuming me in that moment. I hold her close to my chest for the whole night, our legs intertwined and her blonde hair looking like a halo scattered on my chest while I played lazily with them. I watched her sleep, telling her about the future I saw when I looked in her eyes. I hoped my words could make her dream rosy dreams.

3 days later, Y/N’s birthday

(Y/N’s POV)

After the episode of three days ago, Shawn made sure to always touch me. Our fingers intertwined or his arm around my shoulders or waist, it really didn’t matter, but his skin on mine felt so good. What happened on the bathroom floor fortified our special bond. I felt like now I was appreciated fully from my lover and it was the best feeling ever.

In the morning, he woke me up very early which was strange because he knows I love sleeping. We had a nice walk to the old part of the city and had a delicious breakfast in a small, hidden bar. We talked about his upcoming tour and the master I applied for. We were lazily strolling back home, full of all the food we’ve eaten.

“I wrote a song about you. Actually, about what happened to you. I know I haven’t experienced that kind of situation but I’m sure millions of other girls and boys are struggling like you did. So I wrote a song. The first verse is about not comprehending why people don’t accept you for who you are. Then, in the bridges, we have like a rising up of the music because the girl I’m talking about, you, starts a new journey far away from toxic people like the ones you met. The chorus is about finding the people who will be by your side for the rest of your life, not only a lover but mostly friends who feel like part of a family, you know. Like Brian and Geoff to me. And the last verse talks about the astonishing woman that girl had become and the love I have for her. I would like to make it the next single but first I’d like you to hear it. If it’s too personal I won’t publish it, I promise” he spoke slowly and I was happy to hear the news.

“I think it is a good idea. You’d give all those guys a light to follow, hope, you know. I would have loved to have an idol singing about something that actually concerned me. I am glad to be your muse for this song” I smiled, tightening my grip on his glove covered hand.

“You always are my muse. Everything I do, I do it for you or your love. Just, keep it in mind, okay? Now hurry up, I wanna give you my present” He exclaimed childishly. I laughed climbing the stairs that led to the door, using my keys to enter. As soon as I turned to enter the living room, I saw all of my friends from university and some of the crew members I had become attached to standing in the room, wearing colourful t-shirts and holding a long sign saying “Happy birthday sweetie!”. I laughed nervously and walked out of the main door again, shocked, meeting Shawn warm chest.

“Where are you going?” he laughs hugging me tightly.

“They..here..I haven’t dreamed it, have I?” I cried, happy tears spilling from my eyes.

“Go, greet them” he smiled again kissing my hair. I ran back into the living room and hugged them all at once.

“Oh my god guys, what are you doing here? When did you arrive? How?!” I couldn’t stop stuttering. I hugged them again, taking my time to greet every one of them properly.

“Shawn told us what happened with your ex-classmates. Listen, petal, we love you. We are here to celebrate our friendship and our super strong and hard rocking girl, got it? No one is gonna leave you, you can be as bitchy as you want because it is your fucking birthday and we’re gonna party!” Y/bf/n screamed at the end, hugging me again. I felt so blessed.

“Thank you so much guys, really. It means the world to me” I admitted kindly, wiping away the tears with the shirtsleeve.

“Shawn brought us all here, to be honest. He’s the one who paid for everything and the one who organized the most fun long-weekend of our lives.” Said Brian, nodding to my boyfriend standing behind me. I turned around and threw my arms on his shoulders, making him lower his face and placing my lips on his. He smiled and then kissed me deeper, our friends cheering around us.

“I love you, hun. That’s amazing, you are” I murmured after our lips departed.

“You still have to open your present” he winked at me.

I knew from that moment on, I’d have never been alone.

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Text Messages

Here’s a random short little blurb I wrote that I don’t know where it fits in so here you go

You checked your phone before getting in the bathroom and doing your morning routine. Shawn texted you three hours ago that they have arrived in the U.K and a promise of being able to talk. You also got a text message from Brian saying that ‘your man doesn’t miss you’ and attached was a video of Casey wearing that huge Shawn mask saying that he misses you, in the best Shawn voice he can. Towards the end, you heard Shawn was off camera mumbling a ‘what the’. Brian then turned the camera around and said, “Oops, y/n, this is the real Shawn. How much do you miss y/n, Shawn?” You giggled when you saw Shawn’s face getting all flustered. The video ended with Shawn covering the camera with his hands.

You replied to Brian, saying how cute that was and that you miss everyone too. Deciding to tease Shawn, you texted him, ’I guess you don’t miss me.’

Upon reading that text, Shawn was ready to write a ten page essay on how much he missed you. Until he remembered that Brian just got a text from you saying that you missed everyone, that meant she saw the video.

“Y/n must have texted him about the video,” Casey commented on how red Shawn’s face was getting.

“You guys are dumb, stop sending videos to y/n.” Shawn laughed and chucked a throw pillow at Casey. Everyone in the room laughed.

You hear your phone’s text message alert chime twice while you were eating breakfast, it was a message from Shawn and Brian.

The message from Brian had a video attached of Shawn throwing a throw pillow at Casey and calling them dumb. ‘Your boyfriend is so mean to us’ Brian wrote.

'Don’t even talk about it, it was so embarrassing’ Shawn’s text wrote, little did you know that the reason why Shawn was so embarrassed because everyone was making fun of him about how much he misses you.

You laugh at his text message. You missed all the guys so much. 'It’s okay if you don’t miss me, I miss you a lot enough for the both of us. Just kidding. Stop being mean to your friends. xoxo’

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What a Natural

Summary: You are Shawn’s date to your first ever red carpet.

a/n: This is a request! :D I’m so sorry it’s took this long to post, I have been very busy and rarely had time to write. Idk ab ya’ll but I personally like to write on my laptop bc it’s easier, I haven’t also had the time to get on my laptop obvi. Please give me feedback or correct me if I’m wrong/fact check me :D My requests are open.

“Baby, smile.” Shawn whispered in your ear after helping you fix the bottom half of your gown.

All the flashes from the photographers and paparazzi were blinding. Shawn was used to all the flashes, after going to like of dozens red carpet award shows before. This was your first though. After more than a year of dating of Shawn, and a lot of begging from Andrew, you made your first public appearance as Shawn’s girlfriend. When you and Shawn started dating, he wanted you to be a secret. You wanted to protect your privacy and your emotions from his fans, you were scared that you were gonna get hate, and Shawn agreed with that. He wanted all of his fans to love you.

For all the world cares, if Shawn thought that his fans would react negatively towards you, he would have kept you a secret until the two of you got married. He loved his fans, but he also wants to protect you. A tiny rumor surfaced about you being his girlfriend, which is true anyways, came up. He saw how supportive his fans were, even if it was just a tiny rumor. He figured it was time for the world to know that you were his girlfriend, Andrew agreed with him. Unfortunately for you, it was a red carpet appearance. Not just a photo on instagram saying that you guys were together.

“Shawn, are you two dating?” A bunch of people in the small crowd yelled his name out at different times, but this one, you just selected it out of the loud yelling.

“Yes, we are dating.” Shawn answered for you, the big crowd of his fans erupted in whispers of oh my god, or I knew it. Making your heart beat faster than it was. You looked back at Shawn and he gave you a jaw dropping smile. I’m so blessed to have this man, you thought as you smiled back at him.

Once the both of you walk on a little bit more, there were a lot of artists that you have loved for such a long time. You had to tell yourself to just keep on smiling and not be starstruck. How can you not be starstruck when Beyoncé was just laughing about what you said?

The fact that you were incredibly nervous, and Shawn knew that. He was beside you and had his hand on your waist the whole time, it was a comforting gesture.

“Did I tell you that,” Shawn pulled you closer to him so that you’ll be the only person to hear what he was about to say. “I didn’t think you would get any more gorgeous than you already are, but seeing you in that dress, damn.”

“Shawn!” You giggled and lost your words. He always was complimenting you and you never knew how to take it aside from being flustered.

Once he’d notice you starting to fake most of your smiles or not being able to look at one thing, he would pull you closer to him and say something whether it was compliments or gossip that he knew about the other celebrities.

Next thing you knew, Harry Styles was right there, he just shook hands with Shawn and his hands in front of you for a handshake. You just kinda stared at his outstretched hands for a second. Not sure of what to do, you grabbed his hand for a quick and awkward handshake. That handshake earned a laugh from Shawn and a chuckle from Harry Styles.

“Sorry, I was in a mini shock.” You laughed nervously, Harry took it as joke and laughed.

“It’s alright, nice to meet you, y/n.” Harry and Shawn laughed. They started talking about something and you just smiled beside Shawn. You couldn’t think about anything else except for the stupidity you just did.

You sighed in relief once you saw that you were near the front doors of the venue. Shawn smiled widely when he heard you sigh.

“You were such a natural,” He commented while helping you go up the stairs. Stupid high heels and long gowns. “Thanks for agreeing to go, even if Andrew was very persistent and annoying.”

“I didn’t really have a choice, Andrew would unintentionally make me feel bad if I didn’t go.” You both laugh because he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Once the night was over and both of you were all tangled up in each other’s bodies, with both of your clothes from the event sprawled all over the floor. You realized that the whole night, except for when he got up the stage to get his awards, he didn’t even leave your side.

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Haunted by Your Ghost part 2

Summary: You hear the song that Shawn released after his one year break. Which is about you.

a/n: Hiii. I’ve been way too busy and it’s been way too long since I have written. Feels great to be typing, I love writing :D thanks for all the love for part 1, This idea just kind of came to me while I was listening to a song. Hope you guys still like it.

masterlist | part three

Your name: submit What is this?

“Hey everyone, we have Shawn Mendes with us after a year of silence. So how have you been, Shawn?” You heard on the radio while you were stopped at a red light. You froze for a second, freaking out a little bit.

It’s been a while since you’ve heard his name on the radio, the whole world knows that he took a year off social media and music to have time for himself. You’ve overheard from Ian and Matt how Shawn spent his time on break. He moved on so fast, didn’t he? You were startled when you heard a car honk behind you. The light had turned green, you continued to drive.

“I’m nervous, man. Uh, It’s been a while.” You heard his voice and that chuckle that never changed except it got deeper. You wanted to change the station so bad, but you just didn’t have the energy to. You left it on the station since you were close to your apartment anyways.

“We missed you, Shawn!” The radio announcer said, your heart started beating faster because you have missed Shawn too. But from what you know on what he did over the break, he obviously didn’t miss you. “It’s been a long, long year since we have heard from the Shawn Mendes. What did you do in that year, Shawn? Anything fun?” Oh, I’m sure lots of fun with all those girls he spent his nights with.

You wondered if he was gonna say the truth, but of course you knew he wasn’t. You know the truth anyways. You didn’t have to have him confirm it, more or less on the radio. “I was writing music actually,” He answered. It confirmed what you already know.

They started talking about his new music that he has written, turns out that’s why he’s on the radio is to promote the song and everyone tuned in will hear the song for the first time. With a promise of explaining what the song and future album was about, the song started playing, but you were already parking. From the little snippet you heard of the song, the song was really good. You predict a few songs from his future album will be playing non-stop on the radio in a couple of months. Not a disappointment from him, it’s Shawn. He always, no doubt, release great songs.

You walked in the apartment that you have been calling home for the past few months. A fresh new page that you spilled colored on, a change from Shawn’s neutral theme at his apartment. From the window, it was a view of buildings and houses of Pickering, with the endless sea in the background. It’s not as great as the view of the CN tower in Toronto, but it worked.

Sipping your tea, you sat on your couch and snuggled up to a warm blanket. You never noticed it now, but you were using what used to be your favorite mug. It’s been left untouched in the back of your cupboard for all these months. After the break-up, the mug brought back way too many memories of Shawn. But you also couldn’t get yourself to get rid of the mug.

As you stared at the mug, the memories came back. They all hurt, but the one that has to hurt the most is when you found out about what Shawn did during his one year break.

You invited some of your friends for lunch, including Brian, Matt, and Ian, you knew they were with Shawn a lot. They’re not gonna leave Shawn in any under circumstances, they were always at Shawn’s apartment whenever they were in Toronto.

As lunch went on, no one has brought up Shawn, it’s just been them catching me up on what’s been going on with their lives. Listening closely whenever either one of them talked, hoping that they’d mention something about Shawn. A little part of you knew you wanted to see if Shawn would take you back, but mainly you’ve missed your friends.

Matt and Ian pulled out their phones out of their pockets at the same time. It confused me and you couldn’t help but look over to Ian’s screen beside me. It was a group text message with a few people. The only text message you were able to see was from what you think it says Andrew. ‘Bell boy said he’s brought back another girl last night.’

You pretended to laugh at the joke that your friend, Julia, said. You didn’t even hear the joke she said. You were kind of thinking it was Shawn’s manager, Andrew Gertler, but who knows how many Andrews they know?

“What the hell.” Beside you, Ian caught your ears by saying that under his breath. He tapped Brian’s shoulder and showed him his phone. Brian shook his head. You were 100% sure it was about Shawn. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

“Shawn’s been fucking around,” When you were about to go back to the table, you heard Shawn getting mentioned at the table. You decided to stand where they can’t see you and listen in. “Different girls every night.”

“What-” One of your other friends You didn’t want to hear the rest of the conversation so you went back to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later.

You were so lost in the memories that you didn’t notice that drops of rain were falling, and so were your tears.

“Have you heard Shawn Mendes’ new song?” Your co-worker, Anne asked you and your other co-worker, Tina.

You froze for a second, feeling so relieved when Tina immediately answered. “Yes! I loved it. So, raw and intimate.”

“What was it about?” You asked, tried not to sound way too interested. You haven’t heard Shawn’s new song at all, you were already missing him way too much.

“I heard it was about his ex girlfriend.” Your heart beat doubled upon hearing this. There was no way, the whole world knows he doesn’t have a girlfriend all those years you were together. And you knew very well that it’s not for Lauren.

“How did you know?” You asked, stuttering a little bit.

“He admitted it on the radio yesterday.” Tina replied. How you wished you wanted to hear the song and the interview after. You did hear that he was on the radio, but that was about it.

Anne immediately added, “Hard to think that he could’ve been married by now, he didn’t have a girlfriend all those time.”

You scrunched up your forehead, not having a clue what she just said. “What?”

“On the song lyrics, it said he was gonna put a ring on your hand but you walked out on me or something like that. I don’t think that means anything other than he was gonna propose to her.” Anne answered in a matter of fact way.

Upon hearing that, you felt goosebumps on your skin and your heart dropped to your stomach. You couldn’t process anything that they said after that. You just kept on thinking on how you wanted to listen to the song.

Your boss ended up sending you home for the day because she said you didn’t look like you felt well. You agreed without a fight, everyone was talking about Shawn in the office, everyone has seemed to have listened to the song. It made you want to listen to it too.

When you got to your car, you didn’t waste anytime in looking up his new song. You didn’t care if you were wasting data, or if you were in the basement parking of the building you worked in. You couldn’t wait to listen to it till you got home.

The first time it was playing on the radio, you weren’t really listening to the lyrics but right now, it hit you word for word. A tear, followed by others fell down your cheeks. You instantly knew the song was for you, he thought about you non-stop in that year and he really was gonna propose to you. He loved you and what you two had was real, you knew it all this time. Shawn didn’t have to tell the whole world that you guys were together for you to know that he loved you. You were being selfish. You focused on the bad things about being with him rather than all the amazing memories you both shared and the great things of being with him.

Once you calmed down a little bit, you just kept on driving. Not sure where you were going. Surely you’ll go somewhere you love. Forgetting about the whole what Shawn did over his one year break, you just kept on driving. Driving past the cinema you and your friends spent so many late nights. Your old high school. The park that you met Ian, Matt, and Shawn.

Your heart beat doubled, for what seemed like the millionth time in a span of 48 hours, when you saw the black Jeep in the driveway of the house you could never forget. The house you spent so many hours in, swimming or laughing the day away. The house that felt like a second home for so many years. You used to be here all the time, and it’s crazy to think that you haven’t been back here in more than a year.

You didn’t know what was happening to you. The next thing you knew, you parked right beside that Jeep, like how you always have done, walked to the front door and rung the door bell. It took a minute to open, but you were welcomed by a pair of surprised brown eyes.

“Y/n.”

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