shawn mendes imagines

sleepy

"Movies."

"Sleep."

"Movies!" he shouted, puffing his cheeks out and pouting like a five year old.

"Shawn I wanna sleep," I whine, throwing my body onto our king sized bed. He groaned.

"But baby, I wanted to spend tonight with you by eating junk food together and watching our favorite old classics until our eyes hurt, just like we used to," he grumbled, crossing his arms, making the veins in his biceps visible. God, he was hot. Not the point.

"I'm so tired babe, you don't understand, I was up all night yesterday studying for finals and I feel like murdering myself five million times," I say, rubbing my hands up and down my face, feeling horrible that I couldn't spend time with Shawn, but craving the feeling of being wrapped up in blankets and just dozing off. Shawn's face softened.

"I understand, y/n. But that doesn't mean I don't get to cuddle with you," he smirked, biting his rosy lips, and pulling me towards his body.

"Okay, okay, that sounds amazing, but let me change first, I think these jeans are cutting off my blood flow," I laughed as I wrestled my way out of his grasp, picking up some clothes and heading towards the bathroom.

"Yeah, but they make your legs look fantastic," he retorted, giving a small laugh when I ignored his shameless flirting.

"You can always just change in front of me you know!" he hollered.

"Don't push it babe," I replied, closing the door in his face.

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I threw on my favorite flannel of Shawn's, the red and black checkered one, rolled on a pair of grey knee high socks, took my contacts out, replacing them with my huge glasses, and tying my messy hair into a pony tail. I laughed at my reflection because I still managed to make a cute outfit look horrid.

Shawn was lying on top of my bed when I came out, scanning my body with his stunning brown eyes immediately. I blushed.

"You look hot in my clothes," he blurted, cheeks burning red when he heard me laugh.

"No I don't, Shawn, I swear, sometimes I think you're completely blind," I chuckled lightly, scooting him over and lying next to his warm body, putting my one of my legs over his long ones and gently placing my head on top of his chest.

"No," he huffed angrily, tilting my chin up, "you're incredibly beautiful. It makes me so upset that you refuse to see how perfect you are."

He looked angry. He always got so disappointed when I'd insult myself in front of him, and I swear we could argue for hours on end just about that. I swiftly dropped the topic, not wanting to fight with him.

"Cuddle with me," I murmured softly into his neck, my arms tightening around his torso, the sound of his slow heartbeat soothing me.

"This conversation isn't over baby, but I know you're tired so I'll drop it for now," he sighed, complying, like the amazing person he is. I smiled.

Shawn placed his large hand on the small of my back, lifting up the flannel and tracing shapes with his finger onto my bare skin. His hand slowly went down to my butt, giving it a little squeeze. I could tell he was holding back a laugh.

"Shawn if you don't get your hand off my ass right this second, I kid you not I will punch you right in the fucking throat."

"Okay, okay! Go to sleep babe I promise I won't bother you anymore," he said laughing, kissing the top of my head, "Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you more," I whispered, before my heavy eyelids shut and my mind went dark.

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this doesn't even have a story line im laughing

so i attempted at making a cute imagine aND WHAT MY READS ALMOST DOUBLED IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS IM SOBBING

anyways thank you so much and ya ya ya vote comment tell me what u think and don't be afraid to tell me i suck it's all good BYEE