Shawn Mendes Imagines

XVIII ✧ A BEAUTIFUL MESS

M A T U R E  C O N T E N T

  I hummed along to the song that was playing from my phone as I painted the wall of Shawn's little studio. It was the one inside of our house. I told him it lacked color, so he said that I could decorate it however I want.

  I had a mural concept that I came up with. I was going to put his name in big letters, surrounded by the lightbulb from his album Illuminate, and the flowers from his singles In My Blood and Lost In Japan. To finish it off I was going let him come in and write some song lyrics on the wall to represent his Handwritten album. It was going to take up the whole wall, and I was really excited about it.

  "Looking good in here babe," I turned and smiled at my husband as he leaned against the door frame. "Oh, and the wall too." He smirked as I rolled my eyes. "No, but seriously, it's beautiful hun."

  I smiled proudly, stopping to admire my work. "Thanks. I can't wait for the finished product." Shawn walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I opened my mouth and he fed me some of the chocolate chip cookie that he was eating.

  "So when do you need me to do my thing?" He asked, referring to the song lyrics he was supposed to paint.

  "I'm almost finished, so you can start now if you want." I looked up at him. 

  He shrugged. "Sure, I'm not doing anything. Let me go change into something more comfy." He placed a kiss on my temple, telling me that he would be right back. I nodded and picked up my paintbrush, getting back to work.

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  "Cute butt." I giggled, sitting on the floor and watching as Shawn painted. His back muscles flexed through his muscle shirt. It was a wonderful sight.

  "Yours is cuter, babe." He said, humming as he painted the Handwritten lyrics on the wall. "Ugh, my handwriting was so bad back then."

  "That's what makes it unique. It's cute." I cooed at his chicken scratch. He chuckled and shook his head, continuing to sing the lyrics as he painted them.

  "Let's write our stories, and let's sing our songs." He sang quietly. His voice was soothing, making me sigh in content. 

  "That's such a cute little song."

  "Thanks, but I prefer the ones that I wrote about you..." He turned around and smiled, making me awe at his cuteness.

  "...Like Lights on." His smile turned into a smirk and I groaned, grabbing the nearest object -a water bottle- and throwing it at him.

  "Ow, babe." He whined, rubbing the back of his head. "Not cool."

  "And what are you gonna do about it Mendes?" I smirked at him. He turned around, dipping his paintbrush in the pink paint and holding it up. 

  "Hmm, good question y/n. What am I gonna do about it?" He stroked his chin and began to walk towards me.

  "No, Shawn," I began to scoot backwards, not able to get on my feet. "Shawn. Shawn!" I squealed as he wiped the brush across my face, smearing a line of pink onto my right cheek.

  "I can't believe you just did that!" I picked up the brush that was on the ground next to me and ran it up his arm, leaving a streak of forest green.

  "Oh it's on!" He exclaimed, running back to the buckets of paint. My eyes grew wide and I scrambled onto my feet. I ran in the other direction, trying to get into the recording booth. I shook the door handle, cursing when I realized it was locked.