shawn mendes imagines

commitments & tattoos

word count: 1190
(again, i apologize for any typos, i was too lazy to proofread)

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Walking over to the kitchen, I pressed the small red button on the coffeepot, smiling in satisfaction when I heard the familiar buzz of the machine coming to life. The pot slowly filled up with the dark brown liquid, replacing the scent of fresh paint with a more homey smell.

I allowed the machine to do its work as I stepped slowly up the stairs and back to the master bedroom, careful not to wake Shawn up by the creaky flooring of our new home. Pushing back the ivory colored door, I revealed a knocked out Shawn, legs kicked over the bluish bedsheets, body sprawled messily across the unmade bed of our room. He was clad only a pair of dark grey track pants, ones only he was able to pull off so well.

Tiptoeing to the edge of the white mattress, I bent over slightly to move the soft brown hair matted down on his forehead. My actions obviously caused him to stir, seeing how his eyes began to flutter open as his tongue wet the chapped skin of his bottom lip. His eyes met mine as he offered me a small smile, my expression matching his.

"Morning," he mumbled tiredly, rubbing his hands over his droopy eyed and through his chocolate locks.

"Sleep well?" I teased, darting my eyes toward his sprawled out limbs taking up majority of the kind sized bed. He chuckled lightly as he shut his eyes once more, "I did, actually, first night in the new house turned out pretty good." (a/n: OK BUT IMAGINE SLEEPY SHAWN IM NOT STABLE)

Running my fingers down his exposed chest, I pressed my lips to his quickly before shooting back up and beginning to walk towards the door, "I'm making coffee, so get your lazy ass up before it gets cold."

"No!" he whined, arm stretching out to wrap around my waist, knocking me off balance as he pulled me into the bed and to his chest. I squeaked in laughter as my body fell next to his, my clothed chest pressed to his naked one, legs a tangled mess.

"Lay with me, princess," he whispered, slowly running his fingers down my back, sliding his hand underneath my shirt as he dragged his fingertips back up my spine, "It's only noon."

I rolled my eyes yet compiled quickly with a smirk, pushing him gently so that he was rolled over on his back beside me. I hovered over his body, straddling his waist, pressing quick, hot, needy kisses along his upper chest and abdomen. My knees lowered as I went farther down his stomach so that they were now rested at his hips. Although it was subtle, I could see him flinch slightly, as if I caused him some sort of pain.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I traveled back up to meet his eyes, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head back and forth even though a small grimace of pain continued to take over his face. Not believe him one bit, I looked back down, searching for where I could've possibly hurt him. My eyes widened as I saw the reddened skin of his left hip begin to travel up a bit more, most of it being covered up by the cloth of his sweatpants.

"Shawn-"

"Look at it."

I didn't know whether to be scared at his choice of words or not. Either way, I gnawed on my bottom lip as my fingers hooked around the elastic band of his pants, searching his eyes before I pulled down the fabric. They were filled with anxiousness as if he wanted me to stop, but made no move to put my actions to a halt.

A small gasp left my lips as I revealed a gauze looking material covering a small part of his hip, the red seeming to get more and more worse by the second.

"Shawn, seriously, you're scaring me, what is this?" I questioned, almost afraid to remove the white gauze and see what was underneath. I knew it couldn't be any kind of wound, seeing that there wasn't any blood seeping through the fabric.

"I got a tattoo," he grinned, leaving me to stare at him in shock.

"A tattoo..?" I drawled, staring at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, "Of what?"

"Take the bandage off and find out," he said, so I did just that

I could feel my jaw drop further and eyes open even wider as I saw the familiar letters inked in black on the soft, pale skin of his left side. He got a tattoo of my name. My name.

"You got a tattoo of my name?!" I screeched, "Are you insane?! We're you high when you got this?"

Shawn frowned and sighed heavily, "I was a afraid you'd react like this," he mumbled, playing with the tips of his fingers, a habit he'd seem to develop whenever he got nervous or upset, sometimes even embarrassed. I took a deep breath, realizing the way I reacted may have not been the best way to handle it.

"You're right," I murmured, "I guess I could've acted more appropriately. But Shawn, this isn't something that I'm going just let slide. You got my name permanently printed on your body. I knew you were looking into getting a tattoo, which I have no problem with, but what ever happened to never getting a girls name as one?"

Shawn abruptly flipped us over so that we'd switched positions, me on the bottom and him on top. He searched my face before connecting his pink lips to mine, thumb rubbing circles on the skin of my right cheek.

"I know what I said, but that was before I met you. I didn't think I'd ever meet anyone I'd learn to love so much. Buying this house with you? Putting that diamond ring on your finger? Those were just small things to show I was completely devoted to to this relationship. But I didn't think it was enough, there isn't possibly enough I could do to show you how much I adore you, doll," he explained, completely out of breath by the time he'd finished.

"I thought by getting this tattoo I could explain how fully committed I am to you, Y/N. I wanted you to know that I'm not going anywhere."

He began to laugh when he saw tears fall down my face, water welling up in his own eyes as well.

"Princess, this wasn't supposed to make you cry, it was supposed to make you happy," he chuckled, wiping the salty water off of my cheeks.

"No, I am happy, I am," I giggled, trying to stop my silly tears. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him closer to me as I pressed my lips to his once more. I felt him smile in the kiss, causing me to pull back slightly and mumble,

"God, I love you so much."

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so i met this guy.. (-: