Shawn Mendes Imagines

He Buys You Tampons

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Shawn dove into the pool with a splash, coming up a moment later and flipping his hair from his face like a wet dog as he laughs.

"Come on in, Y/N, the water's fine," he says, laughing. You were about to dive in after him before you realized you didn't have a towel.

"One sec," you hold up one finger as you run into his house to grab one from the closet.

As you crouch down to pick out a light green one, you get a terrible cramp. You wince, standing up and hoping it would disappear, but it didn't.

You take a minute to think about today's date and when your last period was, then cringe.

"Y/N? Are you okay? Do you know where the towels are?" Shawn calls from outside.

You panic. "Uhm. . . yes! I just, um, I have to pee. I'll be out soon."

You sprint across the room into the bathroom, praying that his mom has tampons somewhere. You search every cabinet, drawer, and empty space, but you couldn't find any.

There was a knock at the door.

"Y/N?"

You bite your lip.

"What's wrong babygirl?"

You sigh. "Shawn, I. . . "

"You what, Y/N?"

"I need tampons. To swim."

There was a long pause where he just stands there silently and you start to regret saying anything.

"I'll be back," he says, before you hear him grab his keys and the front door beeps and slams shut.

You sigh and wait.

After a while, you decide to call him to see where he might be going in his swimsuit and towel. It rings twice before he answers, switching it to FaceTime.

"Hey," he says happily. "Always a pleasure to see your face."

You briefly smile with closed eyes and say, "Shawn," then laugh, "Where are you and what are you doing?"

He smirks and holds up his pointer finger, raising his eyebrows. "I will show you what I am doing, honey."

Then he flips the camera around to reveal an empty counter, one like at drug stores and gas stations where you set down your purchase.

Sure enough, you see his hand outstretch as he sets down, of all things, a box of tampons.

The lady behind the counter seems confused, holding them up and smiling. "These for you?" she asks. Shawn turns the camera back around to face him and you see that he was blushing. "Uhm, yes. I thought I would give them a try," he jokes.

You laugh loudly, snorting as you almost fall over. He looks down at the phone and says to you, "It was a joke, love."

"I know it was just really funny. Because like. . ? Where would you put it -"

"Y/N, this is already weird enough. Don't make it worse."

"I actually think it's kind of romantic,"
you tell him.

He grabs the now bagged tampon box and holds it up as proof next to his flushing smile, then mouths I love you before hanging up.

He arrives moments later, and you hear fumbling around before he knocks on the door quickly. "Y/N?"

"I'm in here, don't freak," you say.

The door slowly creaks open slightly and he throws in the bag, then quickly shuts it tightly.

You laugh. "I'm not naked or anything."

"I can never tell with you," he responds quietly.

A/N

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