Shawn Mendes Imagines (Editing + Open Requests)

♬1.4 -Unreleased

Imagine Shawn doing a youtube video for your channel, but then tells you that you can't upload it.

"Hello, YouTube!" I smiled into the camera.

I hit pause and waved Shawn over. He flopped down beside me, grinning like the menace he is.

"As you can see," I continued once the camera was rolling again, "today is a special day. A very requested day. You guys never stop asking for a video with Shawn, but, you know—when you're rich and famous it's hard to make time for your humble YouTuber best friend."

Shawn nodded dramatically, hand on his heart like I'd just offended him.

"So today," he cut in, "we're doing blindfold challenges."

"What," I said slowly.

"Yep. And you're going first."

I stopped recording again just so I could glare at him properly.

When we hit record again, he passed me the blindfold.

I stared at it. Then at him. He was clearly trying not to laugh.

"Are you serious?"

"Very."

"I hate surprises. Do I really have to do this?"

"Do you not trust me?"

"Not really, no."

"Well that sucks. Put it on." He smirked.

"Ugh, fine."

I faced the camera dramatically and pulled the blindfold on.

"I can't see anything."

"Yeah, that's kinda the point, kid."

"I hate you," I laughed.

Shawn got up and walked down the hall.

"Where are you going?!" I yelled.

"Getting the items! You smell them and guess what they are."

"I am not eating anything!"

"No eating. Just sniffing."

"That's worse!" I groaned.

He came back, voice way too proud of himself. "Okay. I have three items."

"Is any of this going to make me throw up?"

"I hope not," he whispered.

"SHAWN."

"No, like—not intentionally." He burst out laughing.

"Oh god. Just get it over with."

"First thing," he said.

The moment it got near me, I laughed. "Muffin!"

"It wasn't even close to your face. You're obsessed."

"Next!" I said, feeling weirdly confident.

Shawn held the next thing out and I recoiled instantly.

"Peanut butter. Ew. I hate peanut butter."

"Correct," he said, sounding way too pleased.

"Last one."

I breathed in. Light. Familiar. Warm.

"Perfume?"

"Yes... but which one?"

"What! I am not going to guess brands right now."

"Try again."

"Let me smell it again." I leaned forward.
"Oh my god. Is this... yours?"

Shawn didn't say anything. He just laughed.

I ripped the blindfold off and paused the camera.

In my hand was a bottle labeled:

Shawn Mendes

I stared at it. Then at him.

"This is amazing."

"Yeah?" he asked, suddenly shy.

"Yeah."

"You can't post that video, though," he said gently. "Nobody knows about the perfume yet. It hasn't been announced."

"No, I know. I won't post it. I promise." I smiled up at him.
"I'm just... really proud of you."

"You can keep it, though," he said, laughing softly.

"Good," I smiled. "Because I was going to anyway."

Shawn's perfume is actually amazing! My roommate and I bought it, like omg! Do you have it?