shawn mendes imagines

meeting fans

i saw this picture and laughed way too hard, then decided to do an imagine based off it... lmao wut?? oh my imagination ;))

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shawn and i were walking out of the airport, his armed wrapped around my waist as my head rested on his chest, tired as ever.

i yawned before asking, "babe, what time is it?"

he checked his phone before replying, "3:30 am." he sighed, walking outside, hitting the cold breeze of toronto, canada.

as i yawned for what seemed like the 100th time tonight, i heard faint yelling. the screams started getting louder and more vast as i turned my head to see at least 20 girls running towards us.

"shawn!" "y/n!" "oh my god!" were the type of things i had heard from the girls.

shawn didn't seem to notice, probably too tired. i spoke up to let him know, "damn, they're committed, i'll give them that."

his head jerked to the side where my eyes were, now realizing what i was talking about.

"holy shit shawn, i love you!" the first girl to approach us said, out of breath.

he stood up from the bench we had been sitting on, smiling at the starstruck girl.

"love ya too babe." he smiled as her eyes got big when more and more girls were forming a crowd around us.

jealousy wasn't even a thing in our relationship. we had been together for over four years now, and i knew he wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me. besides, the fans support us for the most part. 'mom and dad' and 'ship hard core' were used frequently while describing us. i loved how much the fans supported our relationship.

shawn kept taking picture after picture, without a doubt enjoying this, a big smile on his face the whole time, as some of the girls surprised me by asking me to take pictures with them.

when i was in the middle of talking with the nicest girl, i peered my eyes up to see shawn holding the phone up as a selfie type picture, before it started falling out of his hands.

both him and the girl frantically trying to catch it before it fell. unfortunately, it landed on the concrete.

shawn's face was priceless, he looked as if he felt absolutely terrible, probably thinking her phone shattered.

"oh my god, you clumsy piece of shit." i sarcastically joked as everyone around us cracked up laughing at my joke.

a blush grew on his cheeks, as he bent down to pick it up.

"aye, it won't need stitches!" he fist pumped the air with the phone in his hand, showing it was perfectly fine.

everyone laughed way harder at his attempted joke, me laughing my ass off.

"holy shit, you dork." i laughed hysterically.

"yeah yeah, your dork."

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this came out better in my head ok cool