#badboy!shawn

[preferredrealty]

Pulse - A Mob!Shawn Mendes Imagine

SOOO This is like a prequel to a Mob!Shawn series I'm working on.

PULSE - Mob!Shawn Imagine.

SOOO This is like a prequel to a Mob!Shawn series I’m working on.

Bullets whizzed through the air as the bass from the stereo shook the blood splattered walls of the mansion that over looked the city of Hollywood.

Shawn stood with a smirk on his face as he looked down at the man on his knees in front of him, cowering with blood dripping down the side of his head, where Shawn had hit him with the butt of his gun. A tut escaped Shawn’s lips as he noticed blood splattered on his crisp white button shirt. "This was new." He grunted, crouching to press the gun to the mans cheek. "Now, I know your pathetic excuse of a team hasn't got the brains to organize the attack on my men Maxwell but if there is one thing I know you are good at, it's hiring someone to do your dirty work...So!" He chucked pulling the slide of his Glock back loading a bullet into the chamber.

"Tell me who you hired." Maxwell sobbed as the cool metal pressed into his cheek once again, Shawn’s finger resting on the trigger. "Sh-She's a- She works in a club! On the boardwalk! P-Pulse it's called..ask for Daisy!" Maxwell cried. Shawn smirked bringing his other hand up to pat Maxwells other cheek harshly. "Good man Maxwell!" Removing his hand he pulling the trigger, Maxwells body falling with a thud.

Walking out the front door of the mansion Shawn un-buttoned his shirt, opening the trunk of his black Tesla Model S, reaching for the folded white shirt identical to the one he had just removed. Connor and Brian walked out of the house with grins on their faces, the tell-tale smell of gasoline mixing in the air of the tossed two Jerry Cans aside.

Lighting a cigar Shawn took a puff before turning to the two men smirking around the cigar stuck between his teeth. "Clean yourselves up boys, we're going out tonight." Brian and Connor whooped as they climbed into the car, Shawn took one more look at the house before flicking his ashes on the trail of gasoline, climbing into his car as the house went up in flames.

X

A neon purple sign hung over a crappy looking store making Shawn frown, sticking one hand into the pocket of his black slacks as he scratched his chin with the other, the designer shirt pulled taunt over the muscles of his back making his undo the top few buttons exposing his chest.

Brian and Connor snickers at him, glancing back at the beach where some women were lounging in the last bit of sunshine. "I think Maxwell screwed you over man." Connors head turned to watch two women in skin tight dressed and too much makeup entre the store. "That don’t look like a outfit to go shopping in." Brian whistled. "Come on." Shawn snapped walking into the store.

Bongs, Bum Bags, Flags, Wall Art, you name in you could probably find it in this store. Looking around Shawn couldn't see the two girls making his head turn to the guy at the register of the store. Walking up to him Shawn leaned on the counter looking into his eyes which were heavily blood shot. 'Stoned out of his head.'

"So...not quite the club i was expecting." Shawn raised an eyebrow at the guy who just smiled leaning forwards resting his elbows on the register, placing his chin on the palms of his hands. "I have no idea what you're talking about man." He grinned, eyes lazily dragging towards a neon dollar sign hanging on the wall.

A puff of air escaped Shawn’s lips as he dug into his slacks pulling a clip of money from them, sliding $100 over the register. "Nice" The guy grinned nodding his head over to a tie-dye wall hanging. Brian glared at him before moving to pull the hanging back revealing a black door with PULSE painted on it in purple. Standing straight Shawn made his way over, pulling the door open revealing a stairwell, painted completely black with purple neon arrows on the walls pointing down, a dull thump of bass catching his ears. Nodding at Brian and Connor he started to walk down the stairs.

-

Coming to a sliding metal door at the bottom Shawn grabbed the handle pulling it effortlessly, music and fog like smoke flooding out to greet him. For a second he was shocked that this was hiding just feet from the beach. A giant warehouse like basement was filled with people jumping and dancing to the beat of the music, smoke filled the air making the strobe lights more visible. A DJ was on a platform at the far end of the warehouse, a huge bar lines one side, the other was various booths which was clearly VIP.

"Okay!" He yelled over the music catching Brian and Connors attention. "Brian, you take the DJ booth try and find 'Daisy'. Connor talk your way into VIP! Do the same." The two nodded going their separate ways as Shawn shook himself making his way towards the bar.

Leaning against the bar he caught the bar mans attention ordering a bourbon as his eyes scanned the people around him. As he handed the bar man the money he caught a conversation behind him. "Damn it Daisy! You're a fucking mess." He turned to find a blonde headed girl struggling to carry a red head who was clearly on the cusp of passing out. Sinking his drink he smirked before plastering a false concerned face and large puppy eyes.

Reaching to tap the blonde on the shoulder he lowered his head to her ear. "Can I offer you a hand? You seem like you could use it." A grateful smile made its way to her face as Shawn wrapped his arm around the red head who he now knew as 'Daisy'. Following the blonde through two black double doors it lead to a storage area. Setting Daisy on a box the blonde smiled at Shawn. "Thank you!" She cheered the music now muffled. Her smile dropped as Shawn pushed his sleeves up smirking. "No problem." He chirped before slamming the girls head into a near by shelf knocking her out.

"Now." He hummed looking around finding a gallon of water, he lifted it effortlessly undoing the top before tipping it over Daisy’s head. A gasp came from her as she shot up looking around confused before her eyes met his. "Oh my-" She was cut off by Shawn grabbing her hair roughly. "Daisy, we need a chat."

X

A figure sighed happily sinking back into a leather chair watching monitors of the club below, people behind her working busily counting money and sorting it into piles. Watching the monitor as two barely covered women made their way down into the club, her eyes watching as Matt, her ever loyal friend adjusting the wall hanging that covered the door to her club before winking at the camera. She shook her head as he took another hit from a bong as the door of the store opened again. She slowly sat forward looking at a mop of  curly hair. Slowly sitting forward the uncrossed her legs, her knee high red bottom heels clicking on the floor. "Holy Shit." She laughed in disbelief standing from her chair, the snug black dress shifting on her body as she pulled open a drawer of her desk revealing a silver Glock, grabbing the gun she walked to the door with a confident grin.

X

"I don't know you man!" Daisy spat as blood spilled from her lips. "No but you knew Maxwell and I know you planned an attack on some of my guys for him." Shawn hissed as he crouched before her. "Now, either you tell me who you work for or I'll cut it out of you." He glared and pulled a knife from his slacks. Pressing the knife to her cheek he started to apply pressure when the two black doors flew open and a woman walked in.

Ice ran through Shawn’s veins as he locked eyes with her, feeling like a hand had wrapped around his heart and squeezed a audible gasp left his lips as she stepped forward lifting his chin up with a finger, her freshly done acrylic nails digging into his skin slightly. "(Y/N)" He breathed in shock. His eyes still locked on hers as a smirk built onto her lips. "Long time no see baby." Was the last thing he heard before she brought the butt of her gun down on his head with force knocking him unconscious.

Looking at Daisy with a devious glint in her eyes (Y/N) bit her red painted lip with a grin. "This is going to be so much fun."

SOOO feed back? Please? What y’all think? Interested in the series?

[royal-shawn]

King Of Aces || badboy!shawn

this GIF, very good

so @justanotherfangurl272 and I were talking about one of my other fics and she brought up that badboy!shawn would be so cocky about sharing a bed with the reader, and that inspired this. Enjoy!

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Shawn Mendes, The gang leader of the Jokers, a gang sourced in downtown Toronto. 

Downtown Toronto is not only where the Jokers reside, but where I live as well, rent’s cheap, and I carry pepper spray everywhere I go. I’m not afraid of the Jokers and I’m not afraid of their rival gang, The Breed. 

The Breed are far more lethal than the Jokers, their leather jackets and face tattoos not just for show. If there’s ever murder in downtown Toronto, it’s usually a member of The Breed that gets caught. 

My nervousness about The Breed is small, mostly because I’ve gotten drunk at Ricky’s enough that the Jokers really have an eye on me, especially previously mentioned Shawn Mendes. 

I have been driven home by him on a few occasions, and the back of his motorcycle is always a rush, until now. 

Shawn arrived at my door and told me to pack everything I couldn’t live without any explanation. These essentials fit into a little drawstring bag that is currently hanging on my back as we drive through the countryside. 

The chill of the night was creeping up my back, making me shiver every once in a while, Shawn’s leather jacket not combating the chill anymore. 

Despite the cold, the night sky was very pretty, especially now since no light pollution was destroying the twinkling stars in the sky. 

“Are you cold?” Shawn asks, his voice almost lost over the whipping winds.

“Yeah!” I respond, raising my voice so mine doesn’t meet the same fate. 

“I’ll pull into the next motel, I could use some sleep.” He responds, before picking up speed. 

-

We reach a motel in a few minutes, parking and making our way to the front desk. 

“Welcome!” A lady yells before she appears running out of the back room. “Can we get you a room?” 

“One please,” Shawn says, stepping forward. “Preferably two twins.” 

“We don’t have any of those open, at the moment.” The woman responds, flipping through her notebook. “We have plenty of double beds open if that’s okay.” 

“Done and done.” Shawn grins, slapping his card on the desk. 

-

The room was decent, not disgusting but not the cleanest thing I’ve ever seen. It doesn’t bother me, I set my drawstring bag on the chair in the corner, shrugging the jacket off, setting it on the back of the swivel chair on the desk. 

I turn to see a half-naked Shawn standing next to the bed, typing something out on his phone. “I didn’t bring pj’s, I figured I could live without those.” 

Shawn stops abruptly, looking over at me and smirking.

I press my face into my hand. “You know what I mean!” 

He chuckles, pressing the send button on his phone before tossing the white t-shirt he discarded on the floor in my direction. 

I catch it, getting the hint, and going to the bathroom to change. 

In the mirror I see myself, but with windblown tangled hair, and messy makeup. 

I wash the makeup off my face with water before changing into Shawn’s shirt, his scent overpowering mine. 

I move out of the bathroom, Shawn sitting on the bed, staring at the floor, deep in thought. 

“Hey.” I murmur, moving to sit beside him. “Is there a reason we left so suddenly?” 

He nods. “I’m not going to tell you until I get you far enough out of The Breeds’ reach.” 

“Did I anger them?” I ask. “Is there something I did wrong?” 

Shawn shakes his head. “It wasn’t you.” We make eye-contact, a strong silence filling the room. “I’m tired.” 

I nod. “Me too.” 

We both get into bed, another silence settling over us before Shawn speaks up. “Are you nervous?” 

“No?” I answer. 

“I know, sharing a bed with the King of Aces, it’s a pretty big deal. Don’t lose sleep over it, darling, this is not going to be the last time.” 

I roll my eyes, then roll over to face him. “Sure, I’m very nervous.” 

He chuckles, before letting everything fade to silence. 

The thought creeps up from the depths of my brain: ‘Shawn uses a cocky persona when he’s afraid.’ 

It seems accurate. I smile at my intuition before deciding sleep would be a good idea.

-

I wake up to the smell of food and my stomach growls.

As I’m sitting up, it’s apparent that Shawn isn’t next to me, but in the small kitchenette cooking something. 

I get out of bed, moving to investigate. “Good morning, King of Aces.” I murmur, looking over his shoulder, eggs. 

He smirks. “Good morning, Y/N.” He grins, looking over his shoulder at me. “I’m making food, because we didn’t stop yesterday, and you must be starving.” 

“You must be starving too.” I poke his bicep, a small grin spreading over his features. 

“I’m fine.” He nods, looking over at me. “You’re hungrier anyways.” 

“I’m not eating unless you eat with me.” I smile mischievously, leaning against the refrigerator. 

“Set the table, please,” Shawn requests, pointing at a plastic bag on the counter. 

Inside, there’s a pack of paper plates and a bag of plastic cutlery. “I didn’t realize fine china was on this road trip’s schedule.” 

“I’m a little bit loaded.” Shawn’s tongue sticks out from behind his teeth, making his smile ten times cuter. 

I blush at the thought and set the small table in the corner. 

Shawn takes the skillet off of the stove and brings it to the table. 

He serves us up and sits across from me. 

The smell of the fresh eggs lures me in, convincing me to eat them heartily.

After Shawn and I finish eating, we sit in silence, before I pipe up. “I’m in danger, aren’t I?”

Shawn sighs. “Yeah, you are.” 

I exhale, looking at the table. “Am I going to die?” 

Shawn launches out of his seat, kneeling in front of mine. “Look at me, love.”

I turn to look down at Shawn.

He rests his hands on my bare thighs. “You will not die and I promise you that. They’ll have to go through all the Jokers and then me to get to you, and they will not be able to get through all of us.” 

“I’m scared Shawn.” I near-whisper, placing a hand on one of his. 

Shawn grabs the hand on top of mine. “You have no reason to be.” 

I open my mouth to argue but nothing comes out. I feel safe with Shawn and not even death looming over me could change that. 

Shawn’s free hand moves to my neck, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. He leans up and nearly presses his lips to mine before a knock at the door interrupts us. 

“Housekeeping!”

-

Today was grey and bleary. Nothing to look at as we rode through the countryside. 

“Where are we going!” I shout. 

He answers quickly. “There’s a group of people in Winnipeg who will shelter us for a bit.” 

“How much longer then?” 

“We’ll get there by sundown I think, then they’ll get us something to eat and drink, a change of clothes, then of course shelter,” Shawn shouts over the whipping wind. 

I squeeze his torso, resting my head on his back. 

“Go to sleep, I’ll wake you when we arrive.” Shawn soothes softly.

We pull into the driveway of a house, which was poorly kept on the outside and looked all-in-all abandoned, besides the lights on inside.

He parks the bike on the sidewalk and we go to the door, where Shawn knocks. 

My hands are shaking as I look around the sketchy house. 

The green peeling door opened to reveal a big man, whose long hair was pulled into a man bun on the top of his head. “Shawn!”

Shawn grins. “Hey Carlos, we’ve come to take up your offer.” 

“This is the girl I presume.” Carlos wonders aloud, looking over at me. 

I lift a hand and wave. 

“This is Y/N.” Shawn introduces.

I hold a shaky hand out for handshake but Carlos wraps his big arms around me.

“A long day of traveling right?” Carlos asks. 

I nod. “Very long.” 

“I’ll let you go to the women, they can help you out.” He pats my shoulder. “I’ll take care of your Shawn.” 

I nod, slipping past Carlos to look for the women. 

A woman walks out of a corridor and sees me. “You must be her!” 

“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m her.” 

She smiles before calling down the corridor again, a few other women come out to see. 

I smile awkwardly as they talk softly amongst themselves in soft tones. 

The first woman ushers me into the corridor before pressing palms to my back and pushing me into a bedroom. 

“This is where you will sleep, would you like help getting cleaned up?” She asks. 

“Could you comb my hair?” I ask.

One of them nods, leaving to find a hairbrush. 

“I will get you a change of clothes.” The oldest-looking one says before leaving also. 

The last, youngest one sits next to me on the bed. “I’m sorry that danger looms above you.” 

“It’s okay, I’m safe now.” 

-

After I’m groomed and I take a shower. I’m left alone in my room, to adjust. 

The rest of the house is near silent, footsteps quieted by the chipping door. 

I open the door of my room to look for Shawn, but he’s already there, poised to knock. 

“Hi.” I breathe, stepping aside to let him in. I close the door behind him and turned to look at him. 

“Hey.” He replies, plopping himself down on the bed. 

“Do you know these people?” I ask. 

“Sort of, they’re always putting out messages to people that might need help.”

“Why? Are you paying them to help us?” 

He shakes his head. “They like to help, which makes sense.” 

“Well, why does it make sense?” 

“They’re nuns and priests who have been ‘fired,’ if that’s the word for it.” He uses his fingers to make air quotes.

“I guess that does make sense, but since they’re a bunch of Catholics, wouldn’t they be bothered that you’re in here?” I ask, moving closer. 

Shawn shrugs. “I didn’t want to sleep in the same room as those guys, nor the girls. They keep one room open for whoever they’re helping.” 

“So I got the room?” I ask, standing before Shawn, looking down at him. 

“Yeah, they set it up like this.” He says. “I’d rather sleep with you than with some guys.” 

I close my eyes as heat rises to my cheeks. “Thanks?” 

“You know what I meant.” He chuckles. 

I move to sit next to him. “So can you tell me what happened with The Breed?”

“I guess,” Shawn says, moving to lay on the bed, his arms folded behind his head. “One of the members of The Breed attacked one of mine, so I did what any logical person would do and vandalized their vehicles and home. I slashed tires and I painted the Jokers on every wall. They retaliated by sending one of my men to me, injured and bleeding. They threatened you, which took things a step too far.” 

“Is he okay?” I ask. “Your member?” 

Shawn nods. “A few cracked ribs, but that was it.” 

“That’s scary.” I breathe. “Why did you take me? Why couldn’t one of the more minor members?” 

“I feel very strongly toward you, Y/N.” He says. “I wouldn’t be able to handle the thought of you being off with another man for so long.” 

“What do you mean by feel strongly?” I ask, folding my arms around my chest.

“Don’t play dumb.” Shawn shakes his head, eyes locked to the ceiling. “You know what I mean.” 

“I know what you mean, but-”

“But what?” He sits up suddenly. “I like you, but you’re out of my league.”

“Shawn.” I start. 

“No.” He moves quickly, closer to me. “You’re are way too good for me.” 

“You don’t get to judge that.” I murmur, touching his face. “That’s not fair.” 

“It’s so fair, I know me best.” He murmurs, reaching up and stroking my face.

“I know me best,” I repeat him. “I can handle you, Shawn, trust me.”

“I trust you but I don’t trust me,” Shawn whispers, his eyes searching mine. 

“I do.” I press my forehead to his. “Shawn, I like you too.” 

“You do?” He asks, surprised. 

“I do, and I’m sick of pining.” 

“I am too.” He sighs. 

“Then stop.” I smile. “I’m right here, kiss me.” 

He grins. “Done and done.” 

He presses his lips to mine, they’re lightly chapped but it makes the longing kiss all the better. 

My hands move effortlessly through his curls, melting to him. His arms were on either side of my face. 

Fireworks erupt through my stomach, making my fingertips tingle. 

The loud unmistakable rev of a motorcycle pulls us away from each other.  

“Stay here,” Shawn mutters, moving toward the door. 

“Shawn,” I whisper. “What’s happening?” 

He swallows. “They’re here.” 

@sillylittlemary @iliveformarvel

Hope you enjoyed :))

[rockyscactus]

Dark Times | SM

an opener to a badboy!shawn fic i've been wanting to start, lemme know what ya think <3!!

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Dark Times: This ain’t the right time for you to fall in love with me, baby I’m just being honest.

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I struggled to carry the three thick textbooks as I staggered down the slimy streets of the city. At such hours like this, my paranoia kicked in at the worst of times. All I’d wanted was to get from school to my apartment, and I would more than likely get there at the end of the day like I always did. But tonight held an eery feeling, eerier than usual. The buildings seemed to be caving in on me, the alleys seemed a bit crazier, and the streets were empty. At what time in New York City are the streets practically empty? Never, especially not on a Friday night. An unsettling feeling rested in my stomach as my shoelace untied.

    I quickly sped up to a lit up part of the sidewalk and knelt down, placing my books beside me. I kept my head up as I began fiddling with the strings. It was over quickly and I looked down to pick up my books before standing up again, suddenly hearing the thrashing of metal from an alley I was coming up on.  My eyes went wide as my feet faltered, trying to find a nearing person to reassure myself that I would be fine. It was never like this, the streets were never this empty. My stomach seemed to sink further before the sound of a voice made me jump.

    “Hey, do you have a lighter”, a man in a hood made his way toward me.

I found myself beginning to back up, not wanting to be too close to the shady looking man before me. He pulled his hoodie from his head, noticing my angsty expression. His hair was a blonde mess and his eyes pierced right through my skin, making me feel cold. I swallowed as I shook my head nervously, “N-no, sorry”, I shuffled to get past him when he pushed himself in front of me once more.

    “Don’t lie to me, babe”, he spoke as though he were sure that I possessed the object he needed oh so badly.

I shook my head again, full of fear but hating the feeling of accusation just as much. “I said I didn’t”, I took a side step before heading down the sidewalk at a semi-quick pace. He soon began stalking after me, shouting at me.

    “Hey don’t fucking walk away from me! I’m asking you a fucking question”, he nagged after me as that feeling in my stomach worsened. Just as he gained a grip on my shoulder, the door to the tattoo shop a few yards away busted open.

“Baby, there you are! You told me that your lecture ended at nine o’clock, it’s almost eleven”, a tall brunette made his way down the sidewalk, retrieving me from the man’s grip and onto his side of the sidewalk so that I faced him, “Hey man, what’s up”, he spoke to the blonde.

    “Mendes”, the blonde squinted, “This isn’t your girl, she’s my piece at the moment and you’re gonna have to--”

“Actually JP, we’ve been together for about four months now and I’d appreciate it if you took this opportunity to walk the fuck away”, ‘Mendes’ toned shifted in a matter of seconds from nonchalant to gritted anger.

    “No harm no fucking foul”, JP spat, “I’m not a fucking idiot”, he looked from me to him, “The second she’s alone…”, he began before looking me up and down, his voice vibrating with laughter, “I feel bad for her.”

“Try that shit and I’ll fucking kill you”, my savior, Mendes’ didn’t sound like he was joking, “Let’s go”, he muttered down to you, waiting for JP to turn on his heels before he turned us around. His grip seemed to pull me closer to him as we became a fair distance from the occurrence, “Are you okay?”

    I only nodded, not knowing what to say. Would he actually kill that guy? The leather jacket was probably just making me paranoid. But I was no damsel in distress and I hated this.

“Where do you live”, he broke the silence after we made our way to the end of the street.

    “Um...down there”, I pointed down the right side of the street, causing the both of us to turn down the corner.

As we reached the front lobby door of my apartment, he seemed to sense my nerves, “Do you want me to uh...walk you up?”

    I quickly nodded, cursing myself for seeming so desperate, “If that’s okay with you.”

“I don’t mind”, he shrugged with a small smile as he waited for me to open the building doors with my keys.

    He followed me like a puppy as we withstood the awkward elevator ride and the stride down my hall. Once we got to my door, he came to a halt. The air became dense as I moved to unlock the door. The burning question still had yet to be asked by either of us and I had no plan of asking it in that moment. How was I so sure that he wasn’t like the other guy, I mean they knew each other! How sure was I that he wouldn’t be worse than JP? But, I finally came to a reasonably weighted decision and it wasn’t necessarily definite.

    “Um….” my free hand nervously found it’s way to my mouth as I began chewing on my nails.

“A-are you nervous”, he looked down at me with a pure gaze, something that I had forgotten had existed with the events of the last half an hour. “Am I making you nervous?”

I shook my head, self consciously removing my hands from my lips, “I just…”, I shook my head a few more times, not being able to find the words.

“JP’s little promise”, Mendes bounced on the balls of his feet, “It scared you.”

    I simply nodded, feeling weak and vulnerable.

“I know we don’t know each other, but would it make you feel better if I…”, his breath hitched, not knowing how to come off normal, “If I stayed with you”, his head tilted to the side, his hands suddenly finding their way to his pockets.

    I shrugged, “If you don’t mind. But, I’d feel more comfortable if we knew a damn thing about each other, Mendes.”

He chuckled, “Well how about this, my name’s not Mendes. It’s Shawn, Mendes is my last name. It's kind of just like a badass thing I do.”

    I stifled laughter, knowing that he was joking to lighten the air. “Well I’m Y/N, and I’m really tired so”, I pushed the door open, revealing my smaller apartment.

“How are you so sure that I’m not gonna kill you”, he teased as he shut the door for me.

    “Are you a mind reader”, I questioned with a chuckle as I placed my books on the island, “And the gun I keep tells me that I’ll be just fine.”

“What?” His smile faded as he looked up at me with wary eyes.

    “It’s just like a badass thing I do”, I shrugged, continuing the bit as his eyes shifted around nervously, “Okay, I’m realizing that that was a really inappropriate joke to make...do you want something to drink?” I quickly changed the subject to keep myself from seeming like the one who threatened to kill a guy tonight.

He let out a light chuckle, realizing that this was apart of your sense of humor. “Oh, crude jokes out of unsettling situations...I like it”, he winked, “And I’ll have what the lady of the hour is having!”

    “The lady of the hour has two tequilas in her fridge so”, I passed him the drinks, allowing him to take a bottle opener key chain from his pocket and push the caps off of the beverages. I liked him, in a potential killer soft boy kind of way.

[shawnmessages]

Lol

[justordinaryjen]

can you do a blurb about badboy!shawn telling y/n he’s in love with her for the first time? ❤️

this turned into pure fluff:-)

taglist: @tnhmblive

Shawn had a reputation, and so did you. He was known as the schools badboy. He always had his leather jacket on and black skinnies on, no matter the season. He was the boy every girl wanted, and he knew it to. But he wasn’t one for relationships. That is, until you.

You had moved during your sophomore year from a neighboring town. You made friends easily, but you were in a completely different crowds. You were into the sports and academics. For lack of a better term, you were a prep.

He remembers the first time he saw you. You were sitting with the girls lacross team in the cafeteria. Your head falling back in laughter and he was mesmerized. He wanted to hear you laugh every day. It was quite literally music to his ears. He knew he wanted you.

Everyone told you that he was bad news.

“Shawn is a hit it and quit it type of guy, don’t fall for it.”

But they didn’t know the conversations that took place. They didn’t know that every morning he would text you good morning. They didn’t know about those nights spent in his treehouse where you spent hours talking about anything and everything. They didn’t know that he would sing you to sleep after the nightmares woke you up.

You had planted yourself like a seed in his heart. And Shawn decided to nurture the seed, watching it grow & blossom into the most beautiful flower along with your love for each other.

No guy dared to glance at you after the morning that you walked into school with him, leather jacket slung on your shoulders with his hand in yours.

It was clear that he was serious about you when he had asked you to prom. He never went to any school function, but you always had went on and on about how you wanted to have your prom night like the movies. And who was he to deny you your dream?

So he bought the tickets, went with his dad to get a suit fitted and showed up that night with a bouquet of roses and a dozen butterflies in his belly. The last time he was this nervous was when he had asked you to be his girlfriend.

Shawn was standing in front of your fireplace, anxiously waiting for you to tell him to turn around. When you called for him he turned around. As soon as he laid eyes on you he swore that you were what dreams were made of.

He knew that you were it for him. Shawn never thought he would fall in love. But here he is, standing in front of the most beautiful girl he has ever known. He tries to hold back tears but he’s just so overwhelmed that three little words escape his mouth that have been on the tip of his tongue for months now.

“I love you.”

[senorshawn]

Best Mistake- AU Part 3

Warnings: none

A/N: Did I mention this is going to be a slow burn fic? this is just kind of a filler part since i’ve been away FOREVER

*not my gif*

The unusual warmth radiating on to your body enveloped you under the blankets persuading you to stay and curl up tighter to your pillow that was gently rising up and down in a rhythmic pattern. You scrunch your eyebrows as you slowly trickled out of your slumber, and began to register to the hum of a beat beneath your ear. Opening your eyes, you gazed down to find a bare, toned chest where your head was laying. You quickly grew confused but remained calm when you saw it was Shawn lying peacefully asleep underneath you. Could’ve done worse, you thought to yourself.

You blinked at him a few times as your mind began to race, trying to remember the events of last night, and how Shawn ended up in bed with you. Did I get naked with Shawn? Did we have sex? Did I make a fool of myself? You jumped out from the sheets, pulling them off of Shawn, startling him awake. Looking down to your attire, you were relieved when you found a pair of shorts and baggy shirt hanging on your frame. Shawn groan as he blindly grabbed for the sheets through squinted eyes,

“Get up!” you said to him, hands balled into fists by your sides.

 He simply ignored you and flipped around, hugging his torso to create some warmth. You stood there for a moment, his defined shoulders and back muscles making your train if thought hazy.

You stomped around the bed to face him, and stood waiting for him to acknowledge you. Growing tired of waiting, you fired the questions to him, “What happened last night, and why are you in my bed?” 

He sighed, accepting the fact that you weren’t going to let him get anymore sleep, and cracked open one eye, “Did you and I..?” You paused pointing a finger between the both of you.

Shawn didn’t register to what you were indicating at first, but then a sly smirk slid it’s way over his features that reflected his thoughts, “Oh yes,” he spoke mischievously. 

Your eyes widened and heart began to beat rapidly, “What?”

“Oh yes, we had a wild night. You were all over me, moaning my name. I thought the neighbors were going to come over and ask if you were alright,” 

Having no clear recollection of what really happened, you believed him automatically, “No we didn’t,” you whispered more to yourself than to Shawn.

His smirk then broke into a smile and laugh, “Did you really believe me?” he continued without waiting for your response, “You were drunk, there was no way I’d take advantage,” 

“Well thanks, I guess. What did happen then?”

“Feed me breakfast and I’ll tell you,”

                          _____________________________________

“Why did we leave when Brayden showed up?”

Shawn shrugged at your question, and avoided your eyes, “Dunno, it was your idea,” 

You gazed at him confused, as he shoved another piece of pancake in his mouth, “Did he say something to you? Or me?” you asked,

“No, it was your idea.”

You dropped the Brayden subject, and picked at your own food, “How’d you end up staying the night?”

The question made him chuckle and his eyes twinkled with recollection. You sat waiting for his answer that never came. So you grabbed his plate and brought it over to your side of the table. Shawn was startled for a moment, but then shook his head, looking straight in to your eyes, “You wanted me,” he said.

The air grew dense around you, while processing Shawn’s words, “Elaborate,” you stated, sliding his plate back his way. He kept eye contact, “It’s the truth. You were all over me sweets, beckoning me to come in, trying to take my shirt off, telling me t-” 

“Alright okay, finish your damn breakfast,” you interrupted him,

“Don’t feel so bad hun, every girl wants me,”

“Well sucks to be you, ‘cause you and I are not happening,”

You grabbed your plate and began marching in to the kitchen but not without barely hearing him whisper, “Does suck,” 

Choosing to not respond to that comment, you did choose to repeat it in your head. Waking up next to Shawn felt different, out of place almost, he was just your friend. But the thought of being with him, sexually, body against his, pressing your lips down his ripped torso, excited you. 

Shawn softly padded into the kitchen and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms directly behind you. You felt his gaze on your back, making it itch. So you spun around to face him, catching his intense gaze and holding on to it. 

He stood his ground, staring into your y/c/e orbs, in comfortable silence. His cocky demeanor influencing you, daring to return his intensity. 

The ringtone of your phone pierced the air and made you jump. Checking the caller ID to see it was Brayden. You huffed and let it ring, “It’s Brayden,” you said, answering Shawn’s unspoken question, “You gonna answer it?” he asked. 

You continued staring down at the screen, till it went to voice mail,

“You don’t need him,” Shawn said smoothly, meaning every syllable he pronounced,

Chuckling slightly, you turned back around, “Who said I even wanted him,” you replied crossing your arms. 

Shawn licked his lips, suddenly more intrigued by your words. He stood up straight from his spot against the counter, and took his sweet time making his way to you,

“What do you want then?” he asked,

“Something more exciting,”

“Something,” He whispered, not breaking eye contact as he slipped a finger under your chin pointing it further up, “like this?”

You closed your eyes, feeling his plump lips tenderly catch yours. He hadn’t realized how much he wanted this until now. He always had the desire to taste your kiss and feel your skin. Now that he is, it didn’t feel real, like it was too good to be true, something that he shouldn’t have.

You broke away from his lips, slowly fluttering your eyelashes open, “Woah,” you whispered. He smiled a lop sided smile, before placing his lips back on yours, hungrily. 

You tugged at his soft hair on the nape of his neck, and he lifted you onto the cold counter. Your legs natural wrapped around Shawn’s waist and pulled him closer,, 

“Hello!”

You broke apart in a panic, breathing heavily from the heated moment. You heard the front door close, “Who’s here?” Shawn whispered quietly to you,

“y/n!” they called again,

“It’s Jaimie!” you hissed, shoving Shawn away to climb down from the counter, “Get in the closet!”

“What?” he asked baffled, as he stumbled backwards from your shoves against his chest, 

“Get in, and be quiet!” you said slamming the pantry door, “In here!”

Jaimie slugged around the corner, hood pulled over her head and large sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her nose with two ice coffees, each occupying a hand, “How are you not a zombie after last night?” she grumbled.

You caught your breathe and straightened out your shirt, trying to act as normal as possible, “I had- plenty of- water before bed,” you said fumbling over every word, 

“Speaking of beds, saw you leave with Shawn last night. Did he crawl in to yours after bringing you home?” she smirked.

This made you nervous. You’ve never been good at lying, and you weren’t ready to tell Jaimie about Shawn spending the night when you couldn’t even wrap your own head around it, “Uh, no he just dropped me off, said good night and left,” you fibbed, 

“I don’t believe that at all,”

A smug smirk bloomed on your face, as you remembered that Shawn was listening, and couldn’t contradict what you say next, “Okay, he drove me home, and stood on my doorstep like a lost puppy pleading to come in. I let him in and he tells me how jealous he is of Brayden hanging around me all the time,”

Shawn who has been anxiously waiting in the pantry, did not approve of your bullshit story and slipped out a quiet word of disbelief, “What?” he hissed,

“I knew it! I knew he hated that guy!” Jaimie exclaimed, throwing down her iced coffee,

“And he’s even been calling me non-stop all morning,”

A distinguishable thud was heard against the pantry door, by Shawn gently hitting his head off it, having enough of your story,

“What was that?” Jaimie asked,

“Probably, just the mouse. I’ve been meaning to set some traps,”

“Okay well I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you at work, and I expect to hear the rest of this crazy night of yours,” Jaimie winked and headed back for the front door.  

Once it was shut, Shawn wasted no time in letting the pantry door creak open. He stood calmly and composed, with a raised eyebrow and wild eyes, “First, you tease me, then you make me look pathetic to our friend?” he pressed coolly, taking slow strides towards you. 

You sighed, thinking back to how his lips felt dangerously good on yours. You knew in the back of your mind that it wouldn’t lead to anything good if you let yourself do it again. You had to be smart and consider the worse case scenarios, “Don’t expect us making out to be a regular thing,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest,

“What? Why not?” he pushed, reaching for your waist.

You stopped his hands and took them in yours, giving them a squeeze, “I have to go to work,” you whispered.

Shawn stood puzzled and cocked his head to the side, letting you walk out of the room to get ready for work. 

You fanned your neck, glistening with a thin layer of sweat built up from waiting on tables, “When are they going to fix the AC in here?” you asked Jaimie as she set down dirty dishes from her last table,

“When are you going to see Shawn again?” she quipped quickly, as if she’s been waiting all evening to say it.

Your heart rate spiked from the mention of Shawn and you could almost feel his warm lips against yours again, “I’ll see him the next time we all hangout,” you played off, not making a big deal out of it,

“But he spent the night-”

“And nothing happened,” Part of you felt guilty that you may be leading Shawn on by inviting him in to your place last night, and blowing him off this morning after kissing him, but you just weren’t up for the risk of giving him your trust and seeing what he’ll do with it. He’s reckless, and carefree, which are two opposite things you look for in a partner of any kind,

“If that’s the truth, then it looks like he’s back for something more,” Jaimie stated while nodding her head in the direction if the booths before walking away. 

You turned, confused by what she was implying, until you locked eyes with the man occupying all yours thought. He sat placidly with his arm over the back rest of the booth, looking like he had all the time in the world and wanted to give it all to you. 

Begrudgingly, you made your way to him, holding eye contact that made your knees quiver, “Hey, you ready to order?” you asked Shawn, taking out your notepad from your apron once you made it to his table.

He didn’t answer and instead continued to sit silently, eyeing your features. You gave him a chance to speak before telling him, “If you’re not getting anything to eat than you can’t sit here much longer,”

Shawn smirked up at you, “What I want to eat, isn’t on the menu, sweets” he spoke in a gruff tone, running his tongue over his lips, and sending you a wink.

You felt heat trickling up your cheeks, looking around quickly to see if anyone else had heard his sentence, partially because you thought it was just your imagination, “Shawn, what are you doing here?” you shot at him,

“I just told you, I’m here for you. You can’t just kiss someone the way you did and not do anything about it after,”

“What do you mean? I kissed you, the end. You and I can go back to being friends,”

He laughed in disbelief. Ready to walk away from the conversation, you rocked on your heels, but nearly jumped two feet in the air when you felt a warm, rough hand gently brushed against your exposed thigh,

“No, no sweets,” Shawn began, “You started something I intend to finish, in a very memorable manor,” as he spoke, his hand slowly traced further up your leg.

You barely had the strength to move back, out of his reach, and immediately yearned for his touch to return, and continue the sweet feeling building up inside you,

“Ca-can we talk after my shift?” you stuttered,

“Anything you want, I’ll be waiting,”

[charrywoman]

Picking Daisy.

A/N: this is just a straight up mess that has been sitting in my drafts forever, so I hope you enjoy! (also this is *heavily* based on my favorite chapter from Jamie McGuire’s Beautiful Disaster & I highly recommend reading it) btw I would be more than glad to accept requests if you have any! thanks :)

A hard shove removed you from your spot against the kitchen doorframe and you felt the cool liquid from your solo cup seeping onto your torso.

“Hey! Watch it, jerk!” Shawn Mendes didn’t do parties, or any social events really, so when you looked up to see his tall figure towering above your own you almost couldn’t believe it. His hazel eyes widened at your response. No girl at North had ever talked to him like that, and he was kind of into it.

“Here, let me help.” He grabbed a roll of paper towels from the island next you and began tearing off a few sheets. A group of sorority girls just outside the kitchen were now staring at you two; most likely wondering why Shawn Mendes was wasting his attention on you and not them. You never understood their obsession with him. I mean everyone at Northern State knew of his track record. He had practically slept with every girl that was within a five-mile radius of campus.

“I got it. Thanks.” You sighed, turning you attention from the eyes staring at you to your beer-stained shirt. You ripped the paper towels from Shawn’s grasp and began attempting to clean the stain, but had no luck.

Shawn still hadn’t moved from his spot in front of you.

“What’s wrong, Mendes? Can’t find a girl at this party that you haven’t slept with?” Shawn frowned slightly. Normally, he didn’t care what people thought of him. Most were either too scared to say something to him or had no right since their names had been added to his long list. But for some reason, it really bothered Shawn that you thought of him like that.

Shawn’s gaze still remained on you, despite you staring at him. He loved the way you looked at him. You didn’t look at him with fear or like some sex trophy or a lost cause charity case. You looked at him like he just was a person, and no one, apart from Brian, had looked at him like that in a long time. For some reason, that was all the validation Shawn needed in his life right now.

“What’d you say your name was again?” Shawn studied your features, taking in each one as though it was the last time he would see you because for all he knew it just might be. You were giving him a feeling he had never felt before. Shawn was craving you, and not in the same way he usually craved girls, though that would be a plus. He wanted to be next you. He wanted to talk to you. It was so all confusing to him, and he hated it.

“I didn’t,” you let a dry laugh escape your lips before you finished “and I won’t.” A smirk spread across Shawn’s face at your response.

“Then I guess I’ll have to come up with my own. How’s...,” He trailed off as various names swarmed his thoughts. You peered up at him just as his eyes turned bright once he settled on a name.  “Daisy.” Shawn seemed proud of the nickname.

“Daisy? As in the flower?”

“Exactly. The only flower that represents innocence, purity, and-” Shawn took a slight pause before finishing his sentence, almost as though he were scared.

“And new beginnings.” 

———————————

You relived that moment quite often, the very first time you met Shawn. 

So much has happened in the last month that that very moment seemed as though it were a lifetime ago.

It was hard to say how you and Shawn ended up here from there, at a constant war between your feelings for each other. 

“You okay?” Jordan placed his hand on your knee. You gave him a small hum in response. 

“I had a great time tonight, ya know? I just can’t wait for this stupid bet to finally be over so we can make things official.” Right. The bet. 

A week after you and Shawn met, he completely changed as a person. No more girls. No more fighting. He was all about you, and doing anything to get you. The two of you made some stupid bet one night when you were alone at the beer pong table: if Shawn won, you had to stay a whole month with him at his and Brian’s shared apartment, “just friends of course,” Shawn had said, knowing you’d never agree otherwise. But if you won, he backed off. 

And as you sit in the dark parking lot below Shawn’s apartment wrapping up your date with Jordan, you can’t help but wonder if things would be this messed up had you won the bet.

“Y/N,” You turned to face Jordan and he pressed his lips against yours. This wasn’t a goodbye kiss. This kiss was rough and hungry, and you knew he was just trying to make sure that your attention was focused only on him and not the curly headed boy upstairs. 

You let it continue though. After all, you know what they say. The only way to get over one boy is to get under another. 

Just as Jordan’s fingertips brushed the hem of your shirt a harsh banging came from your window. You pulled away from Jordan as Shawn ripped open the car door. 

He reeked of alcohol and looked as though he had been on a week’s vacation to hell. Beside him stood a frantic looking Brian.

“Guess this is goodnight.” Jordan mumbled from beside you. 

“Call me?” You kissed his cheek to signify goodbye and stepped out of the car.

“I tried to stop him, Y/N, I really did! I told him nothing would happen, but he’s drunk and he wouldn’t listen. He just had to come down here and you know there’s no stopping him when he’s-” 

“Bri, it’s fine. I got it.” If you didn’t interrupt him you knew he’d ramble on forever. He nodded and retreated back to the apartment.

You let out a sigh. “Really, Shawn?”

Shawn gave into the influence of the fifth of liquor he had drank and let anger overtake his emotions. “Are you kidding me? You were practically having sex with a guy in MY parking lot! Not to mention, doing it knowing how I feel about you!” 

“Haven’t you ever just made out with someone without things getting too far? We weren’t even in the backseat. Nothing was going to happen.”

“How do you know that?” He was much quieter now. He was hanging onto to every bit of hope his sober mind had left as he waited for your answer, and you knew that he hoped you would say it’s because of him, but you just couldn’t. Even if it was.

“Because I’m not just going to give up my virginity in a dark parking lot!” You let out a laugh. 

“You’re a virgin?” You began walking up the stairs, avoiding his questions.

“That’s why Brian was so sure nothing was going to happen!” Shawn threw his head back to laugh, and along with it went his entire body. Shawn continued to laugh despite now laying at the bottom of the stairs.

“Look, Shawn, if you’re going to make fun of me just save your breath.” You struggled picking him up off of the concrete. 

“Make fun of you? Daisy, I’m relieved!” You pulled him along, his laughter becoming more and more uncontrollable. 

You pushed open the apartment door and helped Shawn to his-well your shared-bedroom. He fell onto the bed as you turned away to get ready for bed yourself. 

Just as you had finished taking off your makeup, you glanced back to the bed. Shawn’s legs were hanging off the edge, his breathing now deep and heavy. He had passed out. 

You walked to the closet, shaking your head as you ran your fingers through the clothes. You unzipped your dress, letting it fall to a mess at your ankles before kicking it to the corner of the closet. Just as you pulled a t-shirt from the hanger, you felt Shawn’s chest against your back.

“Oh my God, Shawn! I thought you were asleep.” You felt his thumb graze your naked side as he nuzzled against your neck. Feeling his bare skin against you, it was almost too hard to protest. Almost.

“Shawn...” You let his name trail off into a whisper.

Shawn pushed your hair to one side and placed a kiss on your bare shoulder, just beside your bra strap. His lips trailed along your back from one shoulder to the other, unclasping your bra along the way. He placed one last gentle kiss on your neck before turning you to face him.

Your eyes met, and you couldn’t quite read the look he was giving you as he scanned your naked body. You’d seen him peruse women before, but this was different. He didn’t want to conquer you; he just wanted you to say yes.

“Not like this,” he said barely above a whisper, letting his forehead fall against your own. “I want you, but not like this.”

And with that Shawn shuffled back to bed then crawled underneath the covers. 

You yanked the t-shirt over your head and hurried to the recliner in the living room. If you were confused before, then you had no word to describe how you were feeling right now. Bet or no bet. Bad boy or not. Jordan or no Jordan. You only knew one thing for sure, you were in love with Shawn Mendes.

By the time morning came around, you had officially cleaned the entire apartment. You sat surrounded by piles of laundry until Brian finally emerged from his room. 

A few hours of the two of you laughing and recalling Shawn’s drunken state passed when you finally heard the door at the end of the hallway creak open. You tried to ignore the nervousness that rose in stomach as footsteps pattered toward the living room. 

“Who the hell let me drink so much last night?” Shawn groaned, shielding his eyes from the sunlight.

“Um, you did? You bought a fifth of Jack just after Y/N left with Jordan and drank it by the time she got back.” Brian frowned at Shawn’s memory loss.

“Damn. Did you have fun?” He turned to look at you, a smile spread across his face.

“Are you serious?”

“You pulled her out of Jordan’s car when you caught them making out like high schoolers. Do you think she had fun?” Brian was sassy now.

Shawn’s expression changed to one of focus and it was clear that he was working hard to remember at least one of last night’s events.

“How pissed are you?” He asked with caution.

“Pretty pissed.” You grumbled and stomped down the hall. You were angrier that your feelings had nothing to do with the scene he made in the parking lot. 

“Dais,” He followed behind you eager to make things right.

“Do you remember anything at all from last night?” 

“No, why? Was I mean to you? Did I say something wrong?” Shawn quickly changed from hungover to worried.

Tears brimmed your eyes. You had practically handed him your virginity on a silver platter and he didn’t even remember. 

Shawn looked down in shame when he noticed the purple bruises trailing his arm. Your heartbeat quickened as you watched realization settle across his face.

“I fell down the stairs. And you helped me to bed...” He desperately searched his memory for answers.

“We,” his eyes shifted from the closet to the bed. 

“No, we didn’t. Nothing happened,” Your heart was pounding so hard you swore Shawn could hear it. 

“You fogged up Jordan’s windows, I pull you out of his car, and I try to...” Shawn shook his head as he headed for the door. “I don't think straight when I’m around you, Dais.” 

“So, it’s my fault?” 

“I don’t recall you saying no.”

You wanted to argue with him, but you couldn't. He was right.

“What do you want me to say, Shawn?” 

He stormed across the room, inches from your face. His hands cupped your cheeks, his breathing quick as he leaned in. “What are we doing, Daisy?”

You scanned his body reminiscing the last time you were this close. 

“You tell me.”

[lettherosesgrow]

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