forgot i had this acc

i perished n then came back to life

lil conversations part four of four || s.m

non-requested// the final part! of lil conversations where you rlly like james corden ig lol bc same!

author’s note// merry christmas late ig fuckin kill me

promise i’m alive. i’ll have something new up so soon i promise.

y’all are so mad abt shawn smoking week omg let the boy live

lost in japan // s.m

non-requested// based off of the most aesthetically pleasing song on shawn’s new album. idk how but it just is, fight me please. 

author’s note// im slowly gonna do all of his songs off of the album.... yeah :// also the little line things are perspective changes. 

masterlist || preference masterlist

You looked at your phone and saw yet another text from Shawn. It wasn’t like he bugged you a lot, it’s just he took every chance he could find to get into contact, or meet up with you.

You had a one night stand and promised to keep in touch, and for the most part you did. But you were absolutely terrified of starting something with someone so fucking amazing, like Shawn. He was this star studded guy, with a chiseled jawbone, and button up shirts that fit him as if God had sent them just for him, which was a plausible concept. When Shawn gave you his number, you didn’t think much of it. No celebrity is that perfect, and you had met more than plenty to say you had a reasonable grip on them, working as a celebrity travel coordinator and all. Even all of the Kpop stars who acted as if they were complete robots on television sometimes weren’t even close to as pristine and perfect as they seemed. Shawn’s company had just hired you last minute to coordinate travel plans for Shawn’s Japanese leg of his tour. He was beautiful and perfect, and he asked you for drinks, and in all honesty it was fuzzy. You just remember thinking.

Holy fuck, I cannot fall for this man. You cannot for those beautiful eyes, and the way that he laughs at even the stupidest of jokes that you make, and the way that he blows the stray curls out of his eyes, and fuck.

You tried, and you tried to forget what it felt like to be tangled up in his rather perfect body, and what his moans sound like, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would sound like if he said I love you. 

You didn’t even open the message, tossed your phone to the side of your bed, and groaned out loud. You shouldn’t be feeling this way. You can’t fall in love, especially not with a guy who gets more and more perfect everytime you text. You can’t let him know that maybe, just maybe, you aren’t as perfect as you led on when you first met. You have quirks, and imperfections, you love reading classic novels, and you sleep with your socks on, and love supernatural horror but cannot stomach any sort of true crime. You couldn’t let him know that you weren’t as put together as you led everyone to believe. What would this beautiful perfect man think if he knew you cried during every episode of Grey’s Anatomy where there were shitty parents or gay couples being kept apart? Or that you are expected to keep all of the travel plans of A-List celebrities, mostly Japanese like yourself, in order but your bedroom is an absolute disaster, but your bookshelf is strictly color coded. Shawn wasn’t like that, his quirks made him much more likeable. 

If you answered that text, and gave in, everything could fall into place, but that gave it an opportunity to fall completely out of place. 

I’m not sure if you have plans tonight, i’m a couple hundred miles from Japan, and maybe i could fly over to your place tonight? I’m really sorry, i just cannot get you off of my mind. 

He sent it.  He sent the message he had been dying to ever since he found out it was possible to fly all the way to Japan and see you. He sat in his hotel room in South Korea, after one hell of a show, where there were hundred of girls that would have easily thrown themselves at him. But all he could think about was your beautiful, soft porcelain skin and your sweet smile the entire time. He wanted to hate himself for being so taken by you after only meeting one another once and texting on and off for a couple of months. 

He had hinted a large number of times that he wanted to see you, even times when it was more than possible to, times while you were within single digit miles of one another, but you always brushed it off. He was so confused with himself, that he hadn’t just given up, he would have with any other girl, just moved on to the next one, find someone who wanted him. But, like he said in that all-bearing text, he just could not get you off of his mind. 

You were smart, and quick, and snorted sometimes when you laughed. You used only three emojis, being the cowboy emoji, the sideways crazy eye tongue emoji, and the coffee cup emoji, and you were very strict on those rules. He felt like he was definitely in the “falling deep in love” process, and he would gladly say he was ready. 

He had never met someone like you, ever. And he thanked his lucky stars they hired your service to coordinate travel. Because ever since, he hasn’t seen anyone else the way he sees you, and he was more than ready see you and only see you. He just sat there, staring at his phone screen, hoping you would give him the go. Hoping that you would show him that it was more than a one night stand you felt guilty about and kept in contact with. That you were willing to fall in love with him, his flaws and exposed heart and all. 

Ten minutes pass, and then fifteen. 

Excuses didn’t do much, and excuses made it worse. You weren’t asleep or working, you didn’t want to see him. You didn’t feel the same. You didn’t constantly think of him the same way that he thought about you. You didn’t want what he wanted, and fuck? Was he going to cry? He couldn’t cry, over a girl he put everything out there for and she si-

He was interrupted by a bing on his phone that he literally jumped to get. 

well, i sure don’t have plans and if i did i would cancel them.

He smiled to himself, but then another text came in. 

get on that plane, mendes.

author’s note// my talents include binge eating, political rage rants, having the last word, procrastination, and implicating POC readers!!!!

shawn preferences

so basically i do this thing every once in a while where people inbox me and ask things like “what would shawn be like during your pregnancy” or “how would shawn react to you saying you like him” and i answer them, and not everyone gets to see them! so i decided to make a masterlist so anyone who wants to see them can, and im gonna start attaching the link to this on all my imagines and my masterlist! speaking of which if you wanna look at my imagine masterlist it is right here enjoy!

shawn reacting to your pregnancy

shawn finding out you go into an ivy league college

how would shawn ask you to sleepover? (not sexual ya nasties)

how would shawn react to you suddenly breaking up with him due to his career? and an add on from someone else ! and another add on from someone else!

how would shawn tease you at events and parties? how would you tease shawn?

how would shawn react if you got shitfaced and did dumb shit?

what would shawn be like if someone hit on you?

shawn doesn’t wanna get in your pants instantly n i will fight anyone who says otherwise! (not rlly a preference but,,, important!)

shawn when he is sleepy

do i think shawn is into PDA?  

shawn when YOU are sleepy?

shawn reacting to you crying

how would shawn react to you wearing his shirt for the first time?

first kiss with shawn

shawn helping you when you’re having a rough week

meeting shawn’s parents for the first time

shawn being your first kiss ever

so yeah these are the preferences hope you hoes enjoy lol feel free to send requests like this in anytime just be sure to specify its a preference, not an imagine request, or i’ll just decide on my own