Shawn Mendes imagines

Too Tierd

Shawn was sitting on the couch in the living room of his flat in Toronto, which he now shared with y/n, his girlfriend. It was almost 2am, he had his favourite guitar on his lap, scattered papers covering the floor and the couch. You see, Shawn had this amazing idea for a song and he's been sitting like that for the past 4 hours, coming up with new lyrics to accompany the melody.

He has finished writing another line and was about to try it out with some tunes, but let out a long yawn. He shook his head slightly and run a hand over his face before getting up and walking to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, to keep him awake for some more time.

He switched on small lights that were placed underneath the cupboards, so that he can comfortably maneuver around the kitchen, without stubbing his little toe. He took out one of his favourite mugs, that you got him for your first anniversary, and quietly placed it on the hard counter. Then he took the right capsule and popped it into the coffee machine. As he waited for the drink to be made, he lifted up his arms above his head and stretched. He slightly bended to the sides and then moved around his shoulder blades until he heard a not so pleasent sound, but that little pop from his spine made him feel much, much better. Sitting for hours hunched over his guitar and notes weren't doing his spine any favours.

The noises coming out of the machine made him close his eyes and take a deep breath, hold it in and then exhale. Then a strong smell of coffee filled up the room, immediately making Shawn feel more awake.

While taking the first sip, which just burned his upper lip, he heard footsteps and a soft voice calling his name, "Shawn?"

"In the kitchen, love."

A few seconds later y/n came into the room, dressed in one of his t-shirts and some underwear hidden underneath it, as it reached her mid-thigh.

"It's late. Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"I'm just finishing a song, I'll be done so-"

"Shawn, it's 2am. Baby, you're overworking yourself again." She run her hand up and down his back, his free arm wrapping around her shoulders, pressing her smaller form into his body.

Shawn pressed a gentle kiss at the top of her head, "Go back to bed, I'll come to you soon."

Y/n opened her mouth to say something, but a yawn escpaed her mouth instead so she shook her head. "Nah, you're coming with me. I can see you're tired, Shawn. Please, take a break and get some rest."

Now it was Shawn's turn to shake his head, taking three sips of his coffee. His hand was now resting on her hip and she wrapped her arms around his waist, sleepily resting her head against his broad chest.

"I can't, it's almost finished, I promise. Just one more hour and I'll go to bed."

Shawn heard a sigh leave y/n's lips and then she stood on her tippy toes to press a little kiss just underneath his jawline.

"I'm too tired to argue so I'm gonna go back to bed. Come cuddle whenever you're done, rockstar." Shawn couldn't help but smile and placed one more kiss on her lips, she hummed in agreement against his mouth, and then left the kitchen with Shawn following closely. He stopped in front of the living room when he saw y/n open the door to their laundry room.

"Love, that's not our bedroom." He bit his bottom lip, trying to stifle a laugh, watching y/n stop in her tracks, pure confusion written over her face.
She mumbled a "what?" and quickly switched on the light in the room to, in fact, be faced with a washing machine and a dryer.

"Dammit," she said before switching off the light in the laundry room, closing the door and going now in the right direction.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you," Shawn called after her, a smile on his face, a warm feeling spreading in his chest. L