Shawn Mendes Imagines

Taking A Hit

-Warning: drug use and fluff (PLEASE don't read if it triggers you)-

-Kinda nervous to post this one because honestly, some people don't read the warning and get triggered by this-

You and your boyfriend Shawn are backstage at one of his festival shows. He had just finished his performance so you guys decided to celebrate with your post-show ritual, taking a hit. Neither of you smokes that often, but when you do, it's usually after one of his shows. 

"Are you sure you don't have to meet fans soon?" You ask him, making sure that you have time to yourselves. 

He nods his head, bringing the joint to his lips. "It's not for another hour." He says, exhaling the smoke.

"You better be sure because I can just see all of your fans now at the thought of you smoking pot, or anything really. They already get crazy over you drinking." You both laugh as you remember all of the tweets from the countless times he's been recorded drunk at parties. 

"I hardly smoke, leave me alone." He tells you, shoving you playfully. 

"I'm just teasing! But if you don't share, I'm going to go grab some fans from the crowd to come and yell at you." You pretend to be serious, and he just smiles and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You want it?" He asks you playfully, knowing that you do. You nod and sigh in frustration, making him tilt his head back in laughter. 

"Please?" He nods his head, a slight smirk evident on his face.

Instead of handing you the blunt, he takes another hit, but he doesn't blow out the smoke. He places his lips over yours in an open-mouthed kiss, shotgunning the smoke into your mouth. When you both open your eyes, you smile at each other. He then places a hand on the side of your face, bringing you closer and connecting your lips with his. 

As soon as you pull away, you smirk at him before grabbing the joint from his hand and taking a hit yourself. "Come cuddle with me." He says as he takes your hand and drags you to the sofa, pulling you down next to him. You pass him the blunt before wrapping your arms around your waist, laying your head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall as he inhales and exhales the smoke. 

After a few minutes of talking and cuddling closer to each other, someone comes in the room, startling you. "Hey, Shawn. Are you ready? The fans are gonna be here any minute" Your eyes widen at Andrew as you look over at Shawn who had a similar reaction.

"Yeah, be right there," Shawn tells his manager as he hands you the blunt.

"Shawn, baby, you smell like weed! You can't go meet your fans now." You tell him, starting to freak out. You put out the joint in the ashtray on the table next to the sofa before getting up, pulling Shawn up with you.

"I know, I'm stupid, I swear Andrew said that the fans were coming at ten." He groans as you roll up the sleeves of his button up shirt and run your hands through his curls, trying to tame them.

You quickly look down at your watch to check the time, surprised to see that he only has ten minutes until ten. "You have ten minutes, you should probably change your clothes and freshen up." You tell him, his eyes widening in slight panic. 

"Good idea. We should probably turn some fans on in here or something, just in case Andrew walks back in here, he'd kick my ass. " You smile, amused at Shawn, as you push him out of the room and towards his stylist in another room down the hall.

After Shawn gets some new clothes from his stylist, telling her that they were "sticking to his body from all of the sweat," you spray him with cologne and walk with him to the meet and greet room. You stop him before you go in, fixing his hair and making sure he looks okay, which is really never a problem. 

"Do I look ready to be on camera?" He asks you with a smirk, to which you roll your eyes and nod your head. 

"You're always so damn photogenic, but just...I don't know, close your eyes when you take the pictures." You tell him, laughing at the thought.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure that will go over well." He says sarcastically, pulling you into him as you both walk into the room. 

As soon as you walk up to Andrew who has his back turned towards you, talking to some fans in front of you, Shawn turns to you and laughs. "What?" You ask him, quirking your eyebrow.

"You have to go away, baby, I'm sorry." You look at him, confused, but he just keeps on laughing.

"Why? I won't bother you!" You tell him, defending yourself.

He just shakes his head and leans his head on your shoulder, whispering in your ear. "I love you but you smell like weed. You should've changed." You gasp in realization, laughing along with him.

"Yeah, you're probably right. Okay, I'll leave, I've gotta take a shower, anyway. Have fun, baby. I love you." You tell him, wrapping your arms around his waist, placing a quick kiss on his lips. Before you can pull away, he grabs your face with his hands and pulls you in for another, longer and more passionate kiss.

He leans his forehead on yours and looks into your eyes, a playfully smile on his face. "Love you too, y/n." 

"Ready, Shawn?" Andrew speaks up, making you immediately separate and look over at him, noticing the group of girls are staring at you.

"Yep," Shawn says before making his way over towards the girls. 

"You staying, y/n?" Andrew says, walking over to you and places a hand on your shoulder. You try to discreetly back up from him and towards the door, but he stops you. 

"I'll take that as a no?" Andrew assumes, glaring at you knowingly. You smile sheepishly at him as you wave goodbye to Shawn and leave the room, but not before Shawn yells out a, "wait for me," leaving you with many questions but you just instantly guess that he was talking about the shower.