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You straighten the tight white dress you wore after watching Clueless and realizing that you should wear the article of clothing more often. It was a mistake. Your thighs and the fabric were slightly sticking together from all the warm sweat accumulating caused by the humid apartment packed with people.

“Y/N, c'mere and have another drink!” Tom yells from the kitchen situated on the other side of the crowded apartment.

It was Tom’s birthday party and you could never pass up anything he invites you to. You could have a sprained ankle and he can still convince you to come. Currently, you are honestly unaware of how many tequila shots you’ve downed since you got there but you’ve been saying 3 since then.

It’s 12:30 now and you’ve talked to more people than you have in your entire life mainly because all of them where pretty chatty and drunk, rambling aimlessly and disappearing after a minute or so.

You catch a glimpse of Shawn Mendes, who’s having a conversation with Tom as of the moment. They were by the marble counter in the kitchen, pouring drinks and chatting simultaneously

The two of you haven’t met yet but you kinda wish you would tonight—or maybe it’s just the alcohol that sparks a false sense of confidence in you.

“Who’s the pretty girl?” Shawn asks his friend, vaguely pointing your direction discreetly.

“White dress?” Tom asks, eyebrows raising briefly.

“Oh, alright, so you agree that she’s pretty, eh?” he teases, smiling to himself. He adjusts his polo, pulling it down to expose more of his skin.

“Well, she is. I mean, she’s really great. I met her way back… like 2–3 years, I think.”

“Damn man. You’re late 3 years then on not telling me about her, sheesh,” he replies, getting lost in your movements and the way you steal a few quick glances his way.

“Go talk to her,“ he says, playfully pushing him forward. “Oh, by the way, her name’s Y/N.”

“Fuck man, not too loud!” he screams back, embarrassed of you hearing that he’d been talking about you to Tom. The numerous beers he drank earlier are now hitting him and it’s not a cute sight with him fumbling around the flat.

He quickly unbuttons the fourth button on his polo, adorned with pink flamingos, as he nears the girl he had his eyes on since the night began.

Patiently tapping his leather boot-clad foot on the wooden flooring a few inches away from you, he waits for your conversation with his friend’s girlfriend to die off.

But he couldn’t wait. A good 30 seconds had passed and he just had to hear your voice. He taps your shoulder two times, lost in the way your hair falls to the side as you turn your head to face him. You mumble a soft ‘excuse me’ to end your former chat, followed by a 'see you around’ to close it off.

“May I help you?”

Fuck. Your voice is as hot as he expected—well, maybe a little deeper but dear god was it better.

Taking a moment to bring himself back to life, he stutters, “I’m Shawn,” looking like a damn fool in front of the prettiest girl in the room.

“I know who you are,” you laugh, giving him a name he could call you by.

He says your name again to himself and you couldn’t help but blush at how he says it. With your name rolling off his tongue and how his lips move slowly to make sure he pronounced it correctly, you were surely as lost in him as he is with you. The only difference being you mastering the art of keeping a straight face, leaving him completely clueless to what you’re thinking.

“You’re very beautiful, not being creepy.”

“Oh wow, why thank you,” you blush, shifting your weight to your left. You wish you had another drink so you could sip forever and avoid conversation. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you add, noticing his dark chocolate curls that bounce ever-so-slightly with every movement.

“How come we haven’t met before? You knew Tom way back, right?”

“Damn, how’d you know that? Been talking about me, eh?” you tease. You specifically made sure that you squint your eyes slightly and tip your head to the side a bit just to push some of his buttons.

“Hmm, yeah, I was. How could I not? With you burning your eyes through me a few times, I gotta know your name in case you start a fire 'round here,” he smirks, diverting his gaze.

“Wow, I’m that hot, huh?”

“No, 'cause you look like someone to commit arson,” he jokes, laughing before taking a sip from his cup.

“You’d be my first victim,” you joke back.

“Because I’m the only person here who’s hotter than you and you don’t like competition?”

“No, 'cause I fucking hate you.”

“Shit, feisty, eh?”

You hated him. He knew how to play it well and he was getting you good—not that you’re complaining or anything. And with that good sense of humour? Two can play this game and you’re not someone who loses.

Moving your hair to side, you expose your neck briefly, seeing him make a quick glance, giving you a sense of satisfaction. You start walking away from him to fetch another drink, hips swaying softly, hoping he’d come after you. You reach the kitchen and look for a bottle of beer inside the oak cabinets.

“I got it,” he speaks up as you bend over and reach your hand down to grab the bottle below the counter. He slides his hand down your back, stopping just below the small of it before pushing you to the side. He grabs two bottles, opening one and handing it to you.

”Thanks, but I could very well do it myself,” you mumble, letting him hold you and lead you towards the balcony.

“Yeah, but I wouldn’t want you bending over like that any longer,” he whispers, his back leaning against the metal railing.

“Couldn’t handle it?” you tease, mimicking his position but with your body facing the opposite way.

You take a moment to just appreciate the view, with all the tiny orbs of light decorating the skyline and the stars dotting across the dark sky. You face him briefly, finding some kind of reaction.

“Toronto’s beautiful,” you spark up a chat once again, taking a sip of your drink and observing his features. You couldn’t help but observe every curve of his face, noticing little freckles on his neck as well.

“Nah,” he says back, tucking a twirl of hair behind your ear. “You are,” he adds.

You laugh in response, unable to construct something witty to say back. “Really?”

“Yes, I’m dead serious,” he says, looking at you in the eye, and inching forward. “Hot too, if I may add—god, bending over for me and shit.”

“Ugh—cut the shit, man,” you reply, sick of the little flirt game you had going on. “Okay, you got me 'ight. I’ve completely fallen for you tonight so stop talking me down like that.”

“Too far?” he now sounds concerned, moving his drink to his right hand to scratch the back of his neck with his left.

“No!” you voice rises, leaning forward towards him. “Just stop sweet talking. You got me already—god, just—talk to me,” you persist, looking into his eyes, that reflected the lights from the party.

“Okay, um—”

“Tell me about what you love to do, or your family, what music you listen to, or just you,“ you ramble on, looking up and inhaling deeply.

You were so gone. Searching his eyes for depth—anything—something. You were sure as hell that there was something beyond his cocky aura, a soft side perhaps.

And so his composure broke. The night falling deeper as you both share stories from your childhood, forgetting about maybe scoring a one night stand with someone from the party.

It’s all a blur; one drink turning into four. His features were softer and gloomier now, making you check the time. 2 AM. You look around, scanning your eyes through the sheer glass of the vast apartment and seeing less people since the last time you checked. Tom passed out on the couch, while Brian roamed around the TV, struggling to find the button that turns the device on.

“Wanna come back to my place?” Shawn suggests, tapping his thumb on the back of your hand whilst he holds it tighter.

You didn’t seem to notice that at some point throughout the night, he managed to hold your hand without your protest.

“After all that talking, you’re still looking to get into my pants, huh?” you reply, trying to hide the fact that his words slightly offended you.

Fuck. Can’t believe you fell for it—his little act—looking like he’s trying to get to you know better but he’s just looking for a hook-up.

He shakes his head and adjusts his posture, dismissing your suspicion. “No, no. I just—You need to rest 'cause you look so fucking tired and I want to see you tomorrow and have breakfast with you so, you know, we could talk more about our favorite movies.”

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warning: smut!

Your eyes are focused on the screen, but you have no idea about the plot of the movie or even the name of the main character. Twenty minutes into it, but you are just too tensed to enjoy it, the only thing you can think about is Shawn’s hand on your arm, his fingers softly stroking the skin that’s exposed from under your shirt. You’re cuddle up to his side, your head resting on his chest, this should be a relaxing evening with him, but your mind is just racing.

The past month has been just pure perfection with Shawn. It didn’t take too long for the two of you to become an item after meeting, hitting it off immediately from the first moment. Going on romantic dates, endless phone calls in the evenings and dinner with his parents have been keeping you busy, but you don’t mind it. You love him and love every minute you get to spend with him. But you just feel so terribly anxious about spending the night at his place for the very first time, knowing well where this should be heading. It’s not that you don’t want to sleep with him, because you do. You definitely do. The sexual tension has been building up between you and him continuously, getting into some heated situations a few times, but the time and place was just never right.

this is late af but i have been thinking about this since you sent it and may have gone off a tiiiiny bit because i freaking love the concept of best friends toeing the line and am, uh, so very here to talk about it 🙂 

i could see it being a situation where you’re very affectionate with each other as it is, but you try your best not to read too much into it. you know shawn is a hugger, a nuzzler, an absolute, goddamn sweetheart who has a tendency to show he cares through touch  – to be especially so with his best friend isn’t really that odd. but that doesn’t mean your breath won’t catch every time his hand presses into your lower back to guide you into a hug, or that your heart doesn’t stutter every time he kisses your cheek when he says goodbye. you wouldn’t call it a full on crush (at least not out loud), but you know it’s not nothing either, which always makes for an interesting time – especially when you’re drunk. 

because when you’re drunk and your inhibitions are lowered, you don’t think so much about burying your attraction to him. you don’t think so much about hiding the way his touch can get to you and sometimes, if your hazy mind isn’t playing tricks on you, you get the sense that he isn’t thinking so hard on it either. that he might be letting his fingers linger on purpose when you wear something backless or that he’s deliberately letting his lips brush your ear when he’s talking over the loud music. 

Requested: Yes! They asked: Could u do one where reader and shawn gets into a big big fight and it’s super ANGSTY but with fluffy ending? Plss 💕

Summary: You and Shawn get into a little aurguement.

Leaning against a nearby wall, I sat back and watched as Shawn casually spoke with one of the most attractive girls at this party. Usually, I’m not one to get jealous, but there’s something about they way he’s smiling at her…

I took a swig of the very alcoholic drink in my hand and continued to watch them. The girl laughed obnoxiously loud, placing her hand on Shawn’s chest. I scoffed. I can’t stand here anymore. Setting the drink on the bookshelf, I made my way to the front door.

The cold night air hit me. I took a deep breathe as I made my way across the street to my car. There’s. I need for me to stay here and watch Shawn look at another girl the way he look at me. I should’ve seen it coming though. He’s ‘The Shawn Mendes’. Popstar. Heartthrob. Whatever.

I had just grabbed my keys and was just about to unlock my car when I heard the sound footsteps behind me.

“Y/n?” A familiar voice asked. I opened my car door and turned around. “Where are you going?”

“Home, Shawn. I’m going home.” I state. “You know the place where girls aren’t throwing themselves at you.”

“What are you talking about?” Shawn asked. I chuckled.

“You mean to tell me, you didn’t notice how that girl you were talking to thought your joke was a little too funny. I mean come on nothings ever that funny.” I replied. Shawn stares at me.

“Y/n, have you been drinking?”

“Oh so you care now? You’re actually paying attention to me now?” Shawn rolled his eyes as he closed my car door.

“You don’t drink, y/n. Give me your keys.” He held his hand out.

“No. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to act like the ‘concerned boyfriend’.” I opened my door again, only for Shawn to close it.

“I’m not letting you drive like this. If you want to go home so badly, I’ll drive you. Now, stop being so damn stubborn and give me your keys.” Shawn explains.

“Does this make you happy?” I asked. “Us fighting all the time? Do you like seeing me cry?”

Shawn rolled his eyes, not answering my question.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I said opening my car door. I was a bout to get in when Shawn took my arm, closed the door again and pressed me up against the car. His arms were on either side of the car, preventing me from moving.

“I know you, Y/n. This isn’t you.” He stated looking into my eyes.

“You don’t know me. Not anymore.” I claimed. Shawn just stared into my eyes.

“But I do, y/n. I know that you’re favorite color is blue and that you think yellow is a weird color because it looks good on absolutely no one. I know that when you make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you put more jelly on because you hate the taste of peanut butter. I know you hate wearing your glasses because you think it makes you look like a nerd.” Shawn listed. I shrugged.

“Anyone could know that.” I claimed.

“I’m not done. I know you’ve had about 3 drinks while me and Alexis were talking. Why do I know that, because I’ve been watching you since we stepped foot in the door. I know that when you think I’m asleep, you cry yourself to sleep at night after our arguments. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you starting to drink, Y/n, because I didn’t.” I shift uncomfortably. “I know you, Y/n. I know you from the way you like your tea to how many kids you want in the future. I know that we’ve been fighting recently, but all couples fight, but don’t mistake that for me not loving you or noticing things about you. I know you and this isn’t you. You don’t drink or drive drunk. So, either give me your keys or we can stand here all night.” Shawn concluded. The space between us was silent as I stared into his eyes. That’s when I felt my stomach churn.

“You might want to back up.” I stated.

“I’m not letting you drive, Y/n-“ I shook my head, bringing my hand to my mouth.

Bill Nye now:

Description: It’s been a while since you’ve seen Shawn, what happens when your forced to confront the man who you couldn’t learn to stop loving? 

Part 1

Laying back, she rested her sunglasses back on the bridge of her nose as she welcomed the warm sun rays. The pool nearly empty seeing it was a weekday and most of the residents were either at work or away for the long weekend. The soft sounds of the leaves rustling from the wind, and the chlorine from the pool easing her cluttered mind. This was just what she needed, a few seconds away from her books and some alone time.

It wasn’t long before her silence was interrupted by heavy foot steps the sound of a soft hum. It didn’t take her long to place just who had walked by, the way his smoothing voice filled the space around her. She knew he was back, had heard about it from Mrs. Keller that he had arrived a few days before her. Yet, she made no move in going to see him. The last time Shawn and her had talked things didn’t go nearly how she had hoped.

Than again, she knew she shouldn’t have walked in to whatever it was they had with high hopes. He was Shawn Mendes after all. She was warned about him, not in ways that people would think. Shawn wasn’t at all what she had expected him to be when she first met him, in fact he was absolutely humble and genuine. Everything that she had hoped he be, he wasn’t and maybe that’s just what made it harder.

Letting out a soft sigh, she tired her best to foucs on the words Marília Mendonça was singing. Only to make her frown and being to question her choice in songs. Maybe it was the fact that she was going to Brazil soon to visit family that had her in the sofrencia mode or just the fact that she was in fact apaixonada.

‘Quem eu quero, não me quer

Quem me quer, não vou querer

Ninguém vai sofrer sozinho

Todo mundo vai sofrer’

Huffing loudly she quickly threw both her AirPods on the towel near her drink as she swore to give up on music for the time being. The last thing she needed reminding was of how brutally he had reject her. She knew she was being a bit overdramaic but how could she not. It wasn’t ever suppose to have gotten this far but now they were in a bit heated mess.

“You don’t have to ignore me.”

Snapping her head in his direction, it was clear without even turning to look that she had a scowl on her face. Shawn never meant to hurt her, hell he want nothing more than to relive that night and take back every word he had ever let slip. The words she spoke forever being engraved in his mind.

“I’m not.” She mumbled looking down at her nails trying to find the perfect words to say. “Didn’t want to get in the way of anything.” She spat making him sign and finally turn to look at her.

Fuck did she look good, she was never the skinniest of girls. Her hips were fuller but it was evident she had lost a bit of weight. Her bikini top doing wonders for her breast also as if she knew he would be out here. Shawn knew it wasn’t fair on her what he had done, but he just wasn’t expecting things to move as quickly as they did.

He wasn’t ready for a relationship, well he thought he wasn’t anyways. The moment she had left his apartment the black door slamming shut behind her knew that he had just let the best thing to ever happen to him walk out. That was something he had to live with everyday, her Snapchat and instagram posts a daily reminder of the girl he left behind. The girl that if he didn’t make things right would be the one that got away.

“Fair enough.” He nodded hoping she’d look over at him at least once. He starred at her for a couple more seconds before losing the little bit of hope he had.

They fell into a tense silence, the tension so thick it was uncomfortable. Leaning over her felt the Brazilian inside of her itching to hear whatever heartbreaking music Marília had out. Reach over and did just so, but made sure to keep on earbud out Incase he said something.

This whole situation was silly in Shawn’s mind, it was completely and utterly high school, yet he wasn’t doing anything in his power to change it. He stood firm in his decision at the time, but wonder what could’ve been if he had taken another route. Would she had visited him on tour? Would things have been different between them in a romance stance? So many questions floating around he couldn’t help but just let the words flow in hopes that she’d hear him.

“You know I never meant to hurt you that night.” He started off eyes fixed on the blue body of water before him. “I didn’t want to get your hopes up, but I realized that I had. I don’t dislike you any less.”

Nothing.

“I know this isn’t what you were hoping but can we talk? I don’t like this between us.”

“That isn’t fair Shawn.” His eyes snapped her directions only to find hers fixed on the pool. Her hands now resting on her stomach. “You can’t just come back and expect everything to be the same. I would’ve- no we would’ve been okay but you ruined it.”

Now that hurt, it hurt him more than he liked to believe it did. But wasn’t that the thing though, that the truth always hurt when you didn’t want to believe it. Deep down he knew that it was his fault that they weren’t talking, that she had cut off all communication with him because he couldn’t articulate what he was feeling. This whole issue started because he simply couldn’t just force the words out.

“I wasn’t looking for a relationship with you Shawn.” She mumbled softly as he nodded his head. He knew that, Shawn knew that. That wasn’t what it was but it was what it felt like, they were a couple in ever sense of their actions. “At one point maybe yeah i would’ve liked to entertain that idea but you ruined it.”

“I didn’t mean too.”

“But you did.” She pointed it out harshly, not even worrying about hurting his feelings at this point. “You did and it shouldn’t repulsive.” She added making his eyes drop to his hands.

“That wasn’t my intentions.”

“It doesn’t matter Shawn, you could have communicated better with me and you didn’t.” She huffed as she stood gathering her stuff not wanting to talk about this any further. She wasn’t ready to have this conversation and right now a bottle or two of wine sounded fabulous.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

•••

That was two weeks ago, Shawn hadn’t seen her since than. His mind had been racing with all the possible ways he could possibly make it up to her and show her he was ready. Hell it terrified him that she had just waltzed into his life made a fool of him so quickly and so easily. It wasn’t something he was willing to accept maybe that’s why he said what he said.

These past fourteen days have been the longest he had ever lived. The city was alive tonight as he watched the cars from his spot, the sky turning to a cotton candy colored as his mind wondered back to her. She had been so quiet lately, nothing had been posted on her Instagram or Snapchat story. Little to no movement came from door making him wonder if she was even in the country.

He craved to hear her sweet laughter and the way she sounded when she mixed English and português together when she got a little too excited. Or the way she would dance whenever her favorite Brazilian song would play on the speakers. He missed every single little thing about her and it pained him because she was never his.

He never got to have her the way he fully wanted, and he might never even get that chance. It wasn’t until after she left the pool that he realized he was ready. He was ready to throw courino on the window and take that next step, and he want to take it with her. He wanted so many things with her but wasn’t sure were to begin.

It wasn’t long before he found himself sitting in his music room, her favorite songs playing softly through the speakers and a glass of wine filled. He could nearly understand the words but hoped one day he was able to sing a whole song in português and have it end up on her playlist. He hated every single thing that he was feeling but he couldn’t stop himself from texting her.

Maybe it was the one too many glasses of wine that were getting to his head, but whatever the reason he just hoped maybe she was willing to take that next step with him. Whatever that next step was, he was ready as along as she was the one he was taken it with.

‘If you’re willing I’m ready to take that next step forward with you.’

shawn x reader

words count: 1′628

warning: smut lmao

p.s. this is one of the requests from @mendesficsxbombay (; hope you like it, bean!

Description: [request] Angst. Shawn and reader are friends and reader is always in his friend group so they’re close. Reader likes Shawn and thinks that since they’re getting so close maybe Shawn also feels the same way. But then one day Shawn randomly brings along another girl and introduces her to the friend group and reader is heart broken but decides to show her support like the good friend she is.

Thank for sending this in I love this idea! I made up some of the names! 

A/N: I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally got around to finishing it, it’s just some cute neighbor!Shawn moving in right next to you and getting a little jealous when he sees he’s not the only person getting your attention, enjoy!

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“Mom it’s fine,” A voice called out reassuringly, and you cursed the walls for being so thin in this place. You couldn’t hear each other from one apartment to the other but everything that happened in the corridor sounded like it was in your living room.

“Shawn, you’re moving into your first apartment, let me do the work.” A stern voice replied, you guessed Shawn’s mom. You knew the apartment next to yours was empty, but you never knew someone bought it, in fact you never even noticed anyone visiting it.

“Fine, but at least let me carry the heavy stuff.”

Hi~ it’s me again. Sup? I saw this pic and was like “he looks like he’s at a strip club so…..” so that’s how this oneshot was born. So special thanks to the best humans (I think 👀) who read this and/or gave me good vibes and listened to my ramblings about it! I love y’all!!! @dylshoney @sunriseshawn@goingdownlikethis (speacial thanks for helping me make him less of a creep) @bugheadfanatic @herbeautifuldarkness and @rulerofnocountry ❤️ y’all are DA. BEST. ( I heard the tags didn’t work the first time around) Warnings: solo smut (I’ve been writing a lot of this lately.) ok on with the story. Stripper!shawn is probably next.. idk why this wasn’t it tbh..

Pairing: ShawnxReader Words: 1.9k

He’d only come to see her, to watch her like he had every other night this week, and last week, and the week before that. He’d been here so often he nearly had every mark on her body memorized. The faint scars that raked down her thighs, the now healed burns on her forearms, the barely there scratches that covered her shins. Despite her flaws she was still flawless, to him. It was nearing 10:15 pm. A time he’d grown to love. 10 and 15. His cock started to twitch, a conditioned response to those numbers flashing across his watch. Numbers he saw as lucky, so lucky he was willing to bet every penny he had on them. 10 and 15. Numbers he considered holy.

synopsis: reader meets shawn during a philosophy lecture

a/n: hey im like sorry? for literally taking two months to post this part,  im still so unhappy with it, but at this point who cares. this is based on something that happened to one of my close friends last year, hope you enjoy :’) 

warnings: language, alcohol, mentions of sex

there will not be a part three

part one 

Shawn didn’t text you. Not that you were expecting him to or anything. Okay, maybe you were expecting him to. But why wouldn’t you? He seemed genuinely interested and you had spent an entire night together.

 But that was four days ago, and he still hadn’t texted you. He hadn’t even shown up to class on Tuesday. And today’s class was canceled, so you didn’t get the chance to ask him then.

 Today, Thursday, also happened to be the day Shawn was supposed to tutor you, but he hadn’t responded to your subtle text.

 Hey. Just wondering what time are you free to study tomorrow?

request: can you please do a college imagine where you meet shawn in a lecture?!?!!?! i literally love you! thanks :)

a/n: idek what this is - hope you like it anon:) i love you more! this is longer than it should be. college!shawn owns my ass, thank you. this is the first part of a two-part mini-series!

please check out the mood board for this fic here (made by the lovely @kidsiinlove )

warnings: language, drinking, frat -boy shawn (Jesus take the whole damn car)

You huffed, checking the time on your phone – your 8am class was starting in two minutes and it would take you at least five to get to your lecture hall.

 It was your first class of the second semester and you were heavily regretting choosing the earliest possible one, but it was the only thing that fit with your schedule so you had to make do.

 Moments later you sprinted into the lecture hall, your hair wild and your cheeks hot as you looked around, searching for somewhere to sit. You had hoped your entrance would be unnoticeable – but everyone had turned to watch you enter. You ducked your head and speed – walked up the steps, noticing an empty aisle seat.

 You reached it, your gaze lifting as you noticed the person taking up the chair next to it. He was one of the only people to not have been fazed by your entrance, completely enthralled with whatever he was writing in his notebook. Your throat was dry as you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Is this seat taken?”

Synopsis: Reader goes to the bathroom during a Shawn Mendes concert and runs into the singer himself.

a/n: i honestly hate this. requests are open :)

warnings: language?

Going to find the bathroom half an hour into a Shawn Mendes concert was one of the worst ideas you had by far. You figured that since the show was running late and that the opening act hadn’t even come on stage, you would have time, but now that every single bathroom had a mile long line, you were no longer sure.

AN: This is so bad, I’m sorry. I had originally made this longer, but I wasn’t sure where to go with it. Please send me some asks and give me feedback!

No warnings :)

“Bri, that’s her.” Shawn was in complete shock.

“What? Who?”

“Remember like, two years ago when I told you about that girl I met? And we-“

“The one you wrote where were you in the morning about? Yeah.”

“That’s her.” Shawn widened his eyes in urgency, pointing to you from across the arcade. You were with who Shawn assumed were your friends, not that he’d know. You had a huge smile on your face while you were sipping your drink though a straw, presumably waiting for a bowling lane to clear up just as Shawn and Brian were.

It was crowded, but most of the people here were either too young to care who Shawn was, too interested in having fun with their friends, or old enough not to care about a 21 year old pop star. He had only been recognized a couple times so far.

“Shawn, how can you even tell? That was two years ago and you only knew her for one day.”

“Trust me. I know.”

Shawn thought back to the night you met. It was one of the greatest nights he had ever had. He was definitely not one to sleep with someone on the first date, let alone the day they met, but you were different. He immediately felt this connection with you. He thought you were absolutely stunning, and after talking with you for just a couple hours, he knew he wanted to get to know you better. He wanted to spend days on end just talking to you. That’s why out of nowhere he asked if you wanted to come back to his place for a drink. Well, one drink turned into more than either of you could count, and that turned into a lot more than talking.

Luckily, it wasn’t enough to leave Shawn clueless. He knew what he was doing, and he loved it. You were absolutely mind blowing, and to his surprise, when it was over, you wanted to stay. He was sure he didn’t imagine hearing your voice that night, asking to cuddle with him. He was sure he didn’t imagine hearing you praise him for the amazing time you just had. But if he hadn’t imagined it, then why did you leave him the next morning?

He had always wondered why you left without a trace. He went from blaming himself for inevitably doing something wrong, to blaming you for being so heartless. He knew neither were true, but he still had no idea why you left. Maybe now he’d be able to find out.

“Then go talk to her.” Brian’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“No. She probably doesn’t even remember me.”

“If that really is her, I’m sure there’s no way she doesn’t remember. Go talk to her.”

Before Shawn could respond, he was caught. He noticed your eyes widen when you noticed his gaze.

“Shit.” Shawn mumbled to Brian before giving you an awkward smile. He was surprised when you started walking over after telling something to your friends.

“Brian, what do I do?” Shawn questioned worriedly, patting down his shirt.

“I don’t know, man! You’re the one that fucked her!”

Pretty soon after, you were standing right there in front of Shawn for the first time in two years.

“Hi…” you spoke awkwardly.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“You remember?” You asked, making small talk.

“Of course I remember.” Shawn chuckled sadly.

“So, didn’t think to tell me you’re a famous singer?”

“It didn’t come up.”

You looked at him accusingly, and he knew he should’ve said something. He just wanted to feel normal for a night.

“Is that why you left?”

You didn’t answer. “Did you write that song about me?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You didn’t answer mine.”

Shawn didn’t notice Brian had gone to get them both new drinks until the awkward silence that developed between the two of you.

“Answer this one.” Shawn spoke. “When we met… when I invited you back to my house, did you know it was going to be a one night stand? Was that your intention?”

“No.” You spoke calmly and truthfully.

“Then why’d you leave? Why didn’t you at least leave a note?”

“I uh, something important came up. I had to leave.” There were a lot of reasons, and you didn’t realize until after you were already gone that you had made a mistake.

“That doesn’t answer either of my questions.” He looked so upset, and you didn’t realize it had affected him this much. “Look, can we go outside? It’s loud in here.”

You nodded and walked towards the door, Shawn following with his hand on your back as if he expected you to run away.

“So, what was it?” He asked when the two of you were outside. He crossed his arms, and you couldn’t help but notice through the way his tee shirt stretched that he had gotten even bigger since the night you met.

“A lot of things.”

“Okay, what things?”

“Well, for one, I noticed how nice your apartment was.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

You ignored his question and kept explaining. “I noticed all the guitars, the awards. That’s when I realized who you were. I put two and two together.“ You spoke quickly before he could interrupt. “That’s not why I left. It scared me, and that’s the reason I didn’t leave my number. I figured to you it might’ve just been a one night stand.“

“It wasn’t. I could ne-”

“Yeah, I realize that now.” You cut him off. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry. I left because I was scared because I got so attached in just one night and my friends texted and asked if I wanted to go get breakfast with them, so I left. I figured I was doing you a favor. Then, a couple months later, I heard your song.” You couldn’t guess how Shawn was feeling at the moment. After all, you didn’t know him very well.

“I wish you said something.”

“Me too.” You chuckled. “My friends are upset that I didn’t tell them I knew Shawn Mendes.” You spoke, trying to diffuse the tension.

Luckily, Shawn laughed. “Yeah, you probably shouldn’t brag about being the girl from that song.”

“Probably not.” You responded, smiling.

“So…” Shawn trailed off.

“So.”

“Do you think I could have your number now?” he looked so nervous. As if you were ever going to walk away from Shawn Mendes without giving him anything he wanted ever again.

“Of course.”

He pulled out his phone and let you type your number in.

You handed him the phone back, giggling.

“Wait.” He spoke through soft chuckles. “Let me make sure you didn’t give me a wrong number.”

He called the number, and sure enough, your phone started ringing in your purse.

“Hello?” You answered the phone, smiling.

Shawn took a step closer to you. “Hi.”

“Whatcha doin’?”

Another step.

“I’m just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Wondering if you’ll let me kiss you.”

“Why don’t you try it and find out?”

Shawn hung up the phone before brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You sure?” He asked. He didn’t want to overstep.

You just sighed, rolling your eyes at his timidness before pulling him into a soft kiss. He reciprocated immediately.

You weren’t sure how long it had lasted when you heard Brian’s voice.

“Hey, lane’s ready. They joining us?”

“Uh, yeah. If they want.” Shawn answered before turning back to you. His arms were still wrapped around your waist, yours clinging to his chest.

“I think they’d be very happy about that.” You smiled, surprised that Shawn and Brian were okay with it.

“Would you be happy about that?” Shawn asked, leaning into you.

“Maybe a little.” You smirked up at him before he leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss.

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summary; shawn breaks up with y/n (inspo from don’t be a fool), but when the album comes out, it’s evident that there’s unfinished business to be addressed. 

set when illumination came out

i was sitting on the couch while shawn paced back and forth in front of me. he walked between the two couches that framed the living room, rolling his hands within each other. 

“shawn.” i spoke softly, trying to get the boy’s attention but it didn’t work. 

i watched as he continued to pace back and forth, starting to mumble to himself. he eventually stopped in the middle of the two couches and looked at me with red, tear filled eyes. 

i stared at him from the couch, waiting for him to speak since every time i had spoken to him in the past hour, he ignored me. 

“i’m never home.” initially, i was confused. i nodded slowly, telling him that i know that. 

“i’m always on the move.” he spoke again, making me nod again. 

“it’s your job, shawn.” i furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what he was trying to get at. 

“it’s not fair.” i stood up from the couch, wiping my palms on my jeans to rid them of the sheen of sweat that they had collected. 

“we see each other when we can. we make it work-”

“don’t, y/n.” realization set in as he shoved his hands in his pockets. he bit his bottom lip when it started to quiver, and tears started falling from his eyes. 

“i love you.” i said softly, but i watched him shake his head in response. 

“you shouldn’t. you’d be a fool to stick around while i leave for more than half of the year. it’s like, i can’t provide enough for you-”

“shawn-” 

“no y/n. we can’t do this, it’s not fair to either one of us.” i stared at him, watching as his face twisted in pain. i sat back down on the couch and watched as he shook his head while more tears fell. 

“i have to go.” he whispered before picking up the jacket he had thrown on the couch, along with his phone and car keys from the counter. 

he turned around once he got to the front door and looked back at me. we made eye contact before he shook his head again and walked out of the apartment. 

i stayed on that couch for the rest of the day, not being able to process what had just happened. i cried for a while, and eventually turned the tv on to distract myself. 

-

i was cooking when i played his album for the first time. i was watching the vegetables when the song don’t be a fool had come on, echoing through the same apartment that he had walked out of almost a year ago. 

i stopped cooking to listen to the song, knowing exactly what it was about the second he started singing. i stared at my speaker, as if he was in the apartment with me. i felt all of the anger and the pain come back, feeling an uneasy feeling in my stomach. 

after the song ended, i was sitting on the kitchen counter, my head against the cabinets. the music had been cut off by my phone ringing, making me sigh heavily. when i looked at the phone, y/f/n’s name popped up on the screen with an incoming facetime call. 

i answered the call and propped my phone up against the speaker. 

“what’s crackin?” her voice rang through the phone, making me laugh slightly. 

“making dinner.” i responded, taking the slightly overcooked vegetables off of the stovetop. 

“did you watch jimmy fallon last night?” i paused slightly, knowing what she was really asking. she was asking if i watched it because shawn had been on it. 

“no i have it recorded. haven’t found the will to watch it yet.” i responded honestly. 

“are you going to watch it?” i rolled my eyes, surprised she even asked. 

“yes, y/f/n. im going to watch it.” 

“have you listened to the album yet?” i nodded, waiting for the heavy hitting questions that i knew were right around the corner. “the entire album?”

“i’ve heard most of it. i would’ve heard all of it if you hadn’t called.” she rolled her eyes while smiling at me, making me crack a small smile. 

“well, fair warning, there are a fair amount of songs are about you. he talks about a few of them, and performs don’t be a fool.” something ignited inside of me when she said that and i threw the spatula in my hand against the wall across from me. 

she jumped slightly, caught off guard by my outburst. i kicked the cabinet in front of me and screamed out in anger. 

“y/n-”

“fuck him.” i said plainly, not wanting to hear her tactics to calm me down. “i’ll call you after i watch it.” she nodded softly before i hung up the call and left my dinner in their respective pots and skillets. 

i walked into my living room and sat on the couch facing the tv directly, before switching the program on. usually, i’d watch the whole episode but today was different. i skipped through the monologue and went straight to the interview with shawn. i watched him walk out from behind the large curtain and wave at the audience. my heart thumped in my chest when he smiled and let a soft chuckle pass his lips when he heard the audience cheer for him. 

him and jimmy talked for a bit before jimmy brought up the album, diving into heavy hitting questions. 

“okay lets dive right in, shawn mendes. who’s the album about?” he fired right away, making shawn’s eyes go wide and laugh slightly. 

“not every song is about the same thing or person, but quite a few of them are about my ex girlfriend.” he nodded softly while he spoke, biting his bottom lip shortly after. 

“how long were you two together?” jimmy asked, making shawn sigh slightly. 

“two years.” he nodded, reassuring himself that that was the right amount of time. 

“which songs are about her?” jimmy laugh slightly when shawn started shaking his head back and forth. “okay okay, do you think she’ll know the ones that are about her?” jimmy asked, making shawn nod. 

“a few of them mimic things that we went through almost perfectly. a few things that we went through are sprinkled throughout the album, dating from before we were even dating. i think she’ll pick up on all of them, honestly. because of the connections, and she’s very good at picking up on things.”

“tell me one song that she’ll listen to and know instantly it’s about her.” shawn paused slightly, not sure if he wanted to confess something that big.

“i will say, don’t be a fool is a song that i did write over a very long period of time, both before and after we broke up, about our break up. i think that’s the one song that when she listens to it, she’ll know it’s about her, probably within the first five words of the song.” he looked into the camera, creating the illusion that we were making eye contact. 

“did you tell her you were writing a song about her?” shawn laughed slightly while he shook his head, making jimmy start laughing hysterically. 

“no i didn’t. i uh, i haven’t spoken to her since we broke up, which was close to a year ago.” jimmy’s eyes grew wider while he continued to laugh. 

“so her first time hearing this song will be-”

“whenever she listens to the album.” he shrugged softly.

“what if she doesn’t listen to the album?” jimmy asked, trying to make a point, but shawn shook his head. 

“she’ll listen to the album. i know her very well, and i have no doubt in my mind that she will listen to it.” he smiled widely to himself, looking at his hands. 

“do you think she’s already heard it?” jimmy asked, but shawn shook his head. 

“she’ll wait a little while before she listens to it. it’s been out for about a week now so she’ll probably listen to it soon.” i smiled slightly, knowing that everything he’s said so far is spot on. 

“do you think she’ll contact you after listening to it?” jimmy put his chin in his palm and leaned forward, fully invested in this story. 

“i know she’ll think about doing it, but won’t do it at first. i’m not sure if she’ll actually reach out, and if she does it would be something small like great job i loved it, or something along those lines.” i let out a small laugh, recalling my thoughts this morning on if i should contact him after i listened to it. 

“do you want her to reach out?” jimmy leaned back slightly, watching as shawn’s eyes widened as he took a deep breath. he paused softly, his head falling to the side slightly as he thought long and hard. he bit his bottom lip slightly while a smile creeped onto his lips. 

“i think i do, yeah.” he smiled widely when the audience started cheering loudly and “aw”ing at him. “it’d be nice to talk to her again.”

“so what you’re saying is, if she’s watching this..” jimmy paused and motioned to shawn to say something. 

“if she’s watching this, which she’s not watching it live because she is 100% asleep right now,” he paused to laugh to himself. “so it’s probably the next day or maybe even two days after this airs. uh, hey bub.” he laughed again when the audience let out a loud “aw”.

“i have a very strong feeling that you’ve thought about reaching out, but you’re looking for a sign as always. so, here’s your sign.” a large smile made its way onto my lips, mirroring the one shawn wore. 

“why don’t you reach out?” jimmy asked with furrowed eyebrows, confusion evident. 

“i wouldn’t want to reach out before i went back to toronto, just because if i start talking to her again i’ll want to see her soon, but if she reached out i would for sure answer.” he smiled widely at the screams he got in response to his confession. “and y/f/n if you’re watching-” the crowd started yelling and shawn shook his head when he realized what they thought. “that’s her friend! that’s her best friend” he clarified, earning a few ‘boo’s. 

“y/f/n since there’s a good chance you’re watching this before her, in hopes to shield her from information that may lead to disarray, please tell her to watch it.” he smiled widely and i rolled my eyes when i connected the phone call to this moment. 

“well, shawn, i have a feeling you’re going to get a text very soon.” jimmy nudged him softly and shawn nodded softly. 

“yeah i hope i do.”

jimmy introduced a commercial break after announcing that shawn would be performing when they returned. 

i let the commercial break play while i walked into the kitchen to grab my phone. 

i pulled up shawn’s contact in my phone and stared at the number for a while before deciding to type out a message. 

thanks for the sign. album’s incredible x

i smiled to myself when i hit send, and laid the phone on the counter. 

i watched the message as it delivered, and heard the show come back from the commercial. i looked up at the tv and saw shawn standing behind a microphone with an acoustic in hand. 

i looked back down at my phone and saw the typing dots, making me smile widely as a message replace the dots. 

i knew you’d need one. glad i’ve got your stamp of approval xx

i sat on the couch and paused the show just before the song started before pressing the ‘call’ button. 

after three or four rings, the rings paused, but nothing was said. i smiled widely from the pure fact the he answered. 

“hey bub.” he finally spoke, making me tear up a little.