Shawn Mendes Imagines

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requested by shawnNOTmendes !! i can't believe i delayed publishing this one for so long. im super sorry boo :(( hope you enjoy it though! xx

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The tinted car slows to a halt on the far side of the large, two-story house at the very end of the suburban cul-de-sac. There was a towering basketball hoop right off the driveway, along with dried popsicle sticks scattered across the sidewalk, which gave off a family-friendly textured vibe.

You turn to face your boyfriend in the driver's seat, who pulls the keys out of the ignition swiftly-- stopping the radio music that was softly humming-- and slips them into his pocket.

You clear your throat, bringing your hands together on your lap and twiddling with your clammy fingers.

"Shawn?" you pipe up.

He immediately averts his eyes to meet yours, their chocolate brown reflecting off the afternoon sunlight leaking through the cracked window. "Yes, pumpkin?"

"Are you.. um, are you sure we're ready for this?"

He raises his eyebrows, then furrows them back down, scrutinizing you from head to toe. "Ready for what, exactly?"

"Me," you respond bluntly, "you know, meeting your family. I just feel like it's a big step."

He shrugs, tugging at the hem of his inky charcoal tee to even it out over his toned, muscular body. "If you interpret it that way, sure. But Y/N, to be completely honest with you, they've always really liked the tons and tons of girlfriends that I bring home. In fact, just last week I was h--"

"Shawn," you place two fingers on his shoulders, resisting the sudden urge to smack his rosy koko cheek. "I hate you, you know? I just mean, like, we haven't even been going out for that long-- it's only been about a month. Like, what if they start asking questions that I don't know the answer to?"

"Honey," he scoffs, "it's not a gameshow. There's no prize money at stake. It's just lunch, Y/N. You'll be fine."

"What if it doesn't go well?"

He reaches across the console and grips your knuckle tightly in his palm, before raising it steadily to his delicate, coral lips and planting a single kiss there.

His eyes locked on yours, he lushly whispers, "then you still have me and you'll win them over later."

Suddenly, you were aware of your desire to not leave the car.

He glimpses at your sweater-and-jeans clad body hurriedly then returns to your eyes, grinning. "You look like a million bucks, by the way. Absolutely stunning, my darling. What's not to love?"

You meant what you said about the two of you not being together for very long. In fact, this was the first time you'd even been to his house. There was so much you didn't know about each other, but everything you learned, you knew you really liked. It was all a matter of time.

You walked through the tall, cherrywood front door into an entry way with carpeted stairs. There was a modern-looking chandelier hanging over you a few feet up, and a thin rug to cover the dark, hard wood floor. It smelt as maple syrup-- a scent you knew your nose had to be stereotyping on its own, but it was true. Maple syrup. A scent that anyone in this country could easily pick out like a hound dog.

"We're here!" Shawn calls out, placing a hand on the small of your back as he guides you down the hallway into the kitchen.