PAIRING: Shawn Mendes x Reader
SUMMARY: one where you & Shawn are dating and you run into one of your old guy friends who used to be your roommate for a year and you were in love with him but he never knew and Shawn gets jealous cause he knows you used to have feelings for this guy?
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Longer than expected but I did enjoy writing it. Please request more!! Request are OPEN.
Standing in front of your once best friend who you’ve loved your entire life isn’t easy.
Standing next to your current love seems euphoric.
Standing in between your once love and current love while your current loves fans basically record the whole thing…..
Touring all over new and exciting places had never been so thrilling. Everyday was a new journey and you were just glad that your boyfriend, Shawn had decided to bring you along for the ride.
Yes, being in a new place can be excited and it always gave you goosebumps just seeing a new scenery every time you stepped onto new territory, but having little moments with your boyfriend did make it lonely.
Even if he were next to you, yet had a pen and notepad in front of him as lyrics inked onto the thin yellow paper. His hand intensely writing that the ink rubbed onto his hand.
And those were the good days.
Bad ones, like now consisted of watching your boyfriend as he tried to come up with lyrics but didn’t write any words down. Shawn could spent hours and not write a single thing down. It could get a bit frustrating, watching him tire himself out.
So….you did what you do best-
Annoy the crap out of him.
It started out simple. You would poke his cheeks, his side’s, anything to get him to loosen the tension in his muscles. It worked, he would smiled. Shawn’s smile turned to a chuckle and it lifted to his eyes up. Those light brown eyes.
His face turned a red and his pink soft lips curled upward to show his pearly whites.
It lasted for a good two minutes. He would poke you right back and vice versa. His lips would press down upon your lips, cheeks or temple then he would go back to the empty notepad.
Five minutes was swept in the silence except for the sweet jazz you had played an hour prior. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes continued.
It wasn’t until you could physically feel the seconds pass by. Before you knew it, the notepad was ripped from Shawn’s hands and gripped to yours, you stood up from your spot and smiled softly as your chuckled the notepad in a random direction. Far from Shawn’s reach.
Shawn rose from his spot, confusion and shock on his face. His eyes went to the yellow standing out against the brown flooring.
“Y/N what the h-” you shushed him. A finger pressed to his lips as you on your tippy toes stood a few inches closer to his face. Hands gripped his face as you pushed him back in his spot with you straddling him.
His confusion turned to a wolf like smirk. You rolled your eyes but the thought of food brought a smile right back on your face. “You, me McDonald’s? Mini date?”
Your hands wove themselves into his thick chocolate brown hair, the smirk transferred to an amused look. His big, callus hands had stroked your thighs, a sync movement of up and down. Side to side.
“You flung my notepad because you’re hungry?” Shawn chuckled, your stuck your tongue out at him before pressing your lips onto his. His hum rumbled in your throat, hands teasingly moving upward.
“Yes. And, you need to learn the meaning of word relaxation. It looks like you could use it for at least ten minutes.” You nodded, his eyes rolled but his smile widened. Your green eyes glicened as they bared into his.
The cutesy eyes as he called them. Made him practically your minion when your green eyes captivated him.
Shawn knew there was no way he was winning the war so he pulled your face to his and met the sweet sensation of your lips.
Your hum trailed to his body. The vibrations caused a chuckle to vibrate from his and to yours. Heaven resided in your lips.
“Fine but I’m doing that the entire night just be warned.”
The Jazzy music that was McDonald’s soundtrack soothed into the couple’s ears as they entered through the white doors.
Shawn had his hand wrapped on yours as one on your hips stabled him from falling as you both chuckled from the terrible puns shared through the journey.
Your eyes watered, faced red as was his. He leaned down to kiss your head when you felt like you were being watched.
The feeling came as soon as it came. Teenage girls had glued their eyes to Shawn. The Shawn Mendes was in their presence. The eyes darted straight when they met yours. Blushing and smiling.
Your smile reigned, eyes had scatted to an insignificant part. You tensed, froze. The smile dropped down and your green eyes had frozen to that insignificant spot. It felt like your body had frozen and your heart was beating to pump the heat through your body, doing its utter best to keep you alive and breathing.
Shawn tensed as well, he worried when yours did. His worried eyes glanced to yours. “Y/N?” You didn’t reply. Still stuck in the limbo.
He followed your concentrated stare.
He tensed even more if that was possible. As if fans knew shit was about to go down they followed the couple’s gaze.
There, sat a normal looking man with dark curly brown hair topped with a green beanie. He had the bluest of eyes that anyone could have depicted. Truly amazing. He had a baby face that went well with him, the puppy dog brown eyes matching. He looked no older than eighteen.
There, sat Alexander Jimenez IIII. Y/N’s once old love and once best friend. The person Shawn heard so much about long before him and you were a thing.
Jealously pumped in his veins.
It wasn’t fun watching the chemistry fill the air. Shawn certainly didn’t expect himself to offer talking to Alexander or find himself in a booth watching as his girlfriend and previous love before himself, talk and giggle as if they’ve never lost touch.
He was conflicted. Sadness raced in his heart, seeing her and him. They looked good together, the bond was there, after not seeing each other for what felt like years. Anger, more like jealousy didn’t help with the sadness in himself.
Shawn remembered the months when him and Y/N were just friends. How when she talked about Alexander, her green eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. She talked highly of Alexander. Never once said a bad word on him. Shawn understood that now.
Alex was the definition of perfect. He was kind and polite. He had a sense of humor and inside jokes with Y/N that, Shawn felt couldn’t compare. She had a better bond with him than she did with himself.
The emotions the singer felt could no longer he contained. His fist were already clenched underneath the table, feet bouncing with enough force it hit the top of the old gum filled table. Shawn rose from his side of the booth and strutted out without a word.
His imagination got the better of him. The images of his love and him laughing, kissing…..
Shawn stopped. Already halfway to the parking lot, the voice her Y/N brought him back. He didn’t turn to face her. He stayed frozen in his spot.
A soft touch. A known touch. A comforting touch, placed itself on his hand, gripping it tight so he turned to face the beauty that first caught his heart only months before.
She didn’t look mad or annoyed like Shawn assumed she would be, more worried. Concerned.
“Shawn? What was that about?” In those moments he thought back to him, Alexander. He pulled from her touch, walking forward as Y/N tried to keep up.
“Nothing, that was nothing. I just rather not waste my time watching my girlfriend have the time of her life with some other guy.” His eyes didn’t meet hers. His tone, his words sounded like a jealous idiot but Shawn couldn’t contain how he felt. It shined like the sun, and Y/N was blinded by it.
She stopped, a little scoff breathed out. “That’s what this is about. Alex. Were not…I haven’t seen him in over two years, there’s nothing-”
Y/N snapped, she clutches onto Shawn’s elbow and pushed him against one concrete wall by the cars. Hidden from sight.
“Were not even entitled to be called friends, it was your idea that I talk to him. Remember.” She reminded. Shawn still chose to look anywhere but her eyes. He remembered the way they looked. Her words when she talked about him.
“Hey, muffin man-” she held Shawn’s face so he met eye contact. Her eyes bore into his so Shawn would understand each word.
“I don’t feel anything towards him if that’s what you’re all pissy about.”
The singer’s cheeks tinted. The jealous feeling simmered.
Y/N pulled his face to hers and met into a rough kiss. Their lips pressed into a firery dance, a move so well known instincts kicked in. Shawn placed his hands from his own pockets and onto her waist, pulling her closer to him. Y/N with a free hand, went to his hip underneath his shirt, roughly squeezing.
“You’re mine and in yours. Don’t you forget that.” Her words sank into his core. Her lips to his ear, pressing gentle kisses down his neck.
“There’s no reason to be jealous about. He was my past, your my now and future. I love you Shawn Peter Raul Mendes.” Shawn blushed, his eyes went to his shoes before quickly looking up at her.
“I love you too.” He whispered. He kissed her cheek.
Y/N released his hip, a distance between them. “If you do that again. I’m kicking your ass.” She threatened.
Shawn’s cheeks reddened. He didn’t have time for a response when Y/N pulled him by the hand. Passing McDonalds without a glance.
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