Shawn Mendes Imagines (Reader Insert)

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Prompt: Swapping clothes to fit with the fall aesthetic 

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It started when you nicked one of Shawn's sweaters.

The two of you had just recently started dating and it was your second time at his condo in Toronto. And even though his windows had a hint of frost on them, due to the cold weather outside, he still had the air conditioning on because he said that it kills the germs.

Even when you were laying on his couch, your back pressed up against his chest, legs tangled together, with a blanket wrapped around both of you...You were still freezing. You tried your best to not think about it––being cold is just a state of mind, Shawn often chided you. But even when you snuggled further into his chest, and he tightened his arms around you, his body heat still wasn't enough.

You wiggled out of his hold and he whined in protest, "It's too cold without you."

He reached out to pull you back into his chest, but you stood up before you were trapped under the blanket again, "I have to go to the bathroom."

It was a simple lie. Something he couldn't argue with to pull you back under. And while you did go to the bathroom––because oddly enough it was the warmest place in his condo––you made a pit stop in his room.

You didn't know if it was against any rules for you not to go in his room. The two of you only started dating a few weeks ago, and you didn't want to cross any boundaries, but your teeth were chattering. With a shiver, you crossed your arms over your chest and rubbed your hands along your biceps as you walked further into his room.

It was cleaner than you thought, there were still a few socks on the ground and a few out of place objects, but you were only in his room for one reason; to get a sweater.

After opening up a few wrong drawers, you ventured to his closet to find that his sweaters were hung up. A small smile crossed your face as you swiped through different sweatshirts and sweaters until you landed on a knit gray sweater. You slipped your hand inside the sleeve and it felt heavy enough to keep you warm.

You carefully took the sweater off the hanger and slipped your arms through the sleeves, already feeling twenty degrees warmer. The sweater was a bit big on you, but it made it all the more cozy.

When you walked out of Shawn's room, you slipped the sleeves of his sweater over your fists to keep as much heat inside as possible. You were a little nervous walking back into his living room. Sure you had worn his jackets before, but he had offered them up. This was you taking an article of clothing of his without permission.

His face was still trained on the television as you silently slid your socks along the floor, not making a noise as you came up to him. But he saw you from the corner of his eye and he turned his attention away from Netflix to fully look at you.

You were nervous under his gaze, pulling the sleeves of the sweater further over your balled up fists. You thought his smile would turn to a frown, you thought he wouldn't be happy that you went through his stuff without his permission, but quite the opposite happened.