Shawn Mendes Imagines (Editing + Open Requests)

♬4.2 - Harley + Joker

Thanks so much for all the love while I have been gone off Wattpad!
82K reads is wild!!
Happy Halloween!

Here's Shawn's Halloween costume this tear lol!

Imagine being the first fan Shawn had ever dated and the first real boyfriend you have had. Your parents finally meet him at a Halloween party where you and Shawn dressed up as Harley and Joker.

Mila sat on the bathroom counter, swinging her heel against the cabinet as she touched up the red lipstick for the fourth time. The mirror fogged slightly from the shower she took earlier, but she could still see the a-bit-too-fierce curve of Harley Quinn's smirk forming on her mouth. Her hands were steady now, but her chest was buzzing — that restless, thin-threaded kind of nerves that make everything feel louder.

"Hey," Shawn's voice came from the doorway — soft, careful, warm. "You almost ready?"

She turned her head and the breath actually caught in her throat.

He didn't look like someone playing a character.
He just... embodied it.

The green hair was messy in that deliberate, I-ran-my-hands-through-it way. The white face paint wasn't perfect — smudged just enough to look lived-in. The purple jacket hung loose over a plain white shirt and chain. He looked like trouble in the kind of way that was only for her.

"Okay," she said, blinking slowly. "You're being unfair."

Shawn laughed — the kind of laugh that shook out of him when he didn't expect it. "Is that good or bad?"

"Very good," she said, and hopped down from the counter.

He stepped in close, sliding his hands to her waist, thumbs brushing the fabric as if grounding himself. And that was when she felt it — the small, subtle tension beneath his fingers.

"You're nervous," she murmured.

He didn't deny it, didn't try to joke it away. He just exhaled, jaw flexing.

"I know your parents are important to you," he said, voice low. "And I know you... cared about me for a long time. Before this. Before you even knew me. And I just—" He swallowed. "I don't want them to think I'm something temporary."

Something she'd outgrow.
Something she fell for because of the stage lights.

Mila's chest tightened in that quiet, aching way that feels like love settling into the ribs.

"You're not something I'll grow out of," she said simply. She reached up and brushed her thumb along his jaw, paint transferring onto her skin. "And they'll see that. Because I'm going to be standing right beside you the whole time."

He looked at her like she had just handed him a map back home.

A tiny, real smile — the one that didn't belong to the Joker or the musician — broke through.

"Okay," he breathed. "Then I'm ready."

⸻

Her parents were waiting in the living room when they came down the stairs — her mom already teary-eyed, her dad standing a little too straight, like he had practiced what he would say and then forgot all of it.

Shawn didn't hesitate. Didn't freeze. Didn't become shy or overly charming.

He just walked up and offered his hand to her dad first.

"Thank you for coming to meet me," he said, voice warm, steady. Not polished. Just honest.

Her dad shook his hand, firm and assessing, and Mila watched the moment he recognized something human in him — the kind of sincerity you can't fake.

Her mom didn't even try to hold back. She pulled Shawn into a hug, murmuring something about how she used to hear his songs coming from Mila's room every day after school. And instead of getting awkward or embarrassed, Shawn smiled — soft, touched — and hugged her properly in return.

And just like that, the tension in the room eased.
Not vanished, but softened into something real.

⸻

On the walk to the party, Mila's hand slipped into Shawn's, and he wove their fingers together like it was instinct — like his hand had been waiting for hers all night. She could feel him glance at her every few steps, like making sure she was still with him.

Inside, the party was warm with music and laughter. Lights low, pumpkin string lights along the walls. People turned — of course they did — but it wasn't that sharp, invasive stare she feared. More... curious. Excited. A little surprised.

Someone called Shawn's name from across the room, asking for pictures, asking about tour dates, asking if he "just came as Joker or if it meant something."

Shawn just smiled and shook his head lightly.

"Not tonight. Just here to hang out," he said, arm already sliding around Mila's waist. "We're just here together."

And he said we like it was the most natural word in the world.

Her parents watched from the couch, taking it all in quietly — not analyzing, not worrying. Her dad saw the way Shawn leaned his head down when she whispered. Her mom saw the way Mila's hand rested on his chest, easy and instinctive. They saw the small, ordinary things that mattered.

And the room saw it too — not in some dramatic, movie way — just in the softness of how Shawn moved around her. How he turned slightly so his body shielded hers when people walked by. How he stayed close enough to reach for her, but not so close she couldn't breathe. How he laughed more freely when she laughed.

At one point, someone joked:
"Never thought I'd see Shawn Mendes whipped."

Shawn just smirked — and without breaking eye contact with Mila — kissed her temple.

"Yeah," he said. "I am."

No shame.
No hesitation.
Just truth.

Mila didn't blush — she glowed.
And her parents saw that glow.

⸻

Later, outside on the front steps, the air chilled and leaves rustling around their shoes, Shawn rested his forehead against hers again like earlier — the bookending moment of the night.

"Thank you," he murmured.

"For what?" she whispered.

"For not loving the version of me that everyone else sees," he said. "For loving the one who gets nervous and thinks too much and paints his hair unevenly."

She laughed softly and brushed her thumb over the green-stained strand at his temple.

"That's my favorite version."

He kissed her then — slow, warm, steady — the kind of kiss that doesn't need fireworks to be unforgettable.

Just two people choosing each other.

Again.
And again.
And again.

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Have a great weekend! Love you all!