Shawn Mendes Imagines

A Simple Tweet (follow-up to Cheryl's Cafe) || fluff

overview: You are a famous artist and you expressed your love towards Shawn's new album through Twitter

*enjoy*

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Your fingers graciously moved towards the letters of your touchscreen phone, typing a quick praised sentence of the famous singer and songwriter; Shawn Mendes. The soft voice of Shawn filled your room, his voice echoing your white walls and you got lost in the melody of your personal favorite song off the album— Nervous.

You hummed, smiling as you got back to your Twitter post, scanning over the characters in the post.

I am so completely in love with your new album @ShawnMendes 💓

You pressed the blue button on the top right of the screen that said 'Tweet', your tweet soon becoming visible to the millions of people that decided to press the little follow button in your profile. You clicked your phone off after you read some comments that agreed with your tweet, some mentioning their favorite song(s) off the album as well.

You soon dazed off, eyes closing from the world as Shawn's words were the last thing you heard flowing through your eardrums.

"We walked in the rain a couple blocks to your apartment
You told me to come inside, caught me staring in your eyes"

Your mind quickly flashing back to the day you two met for the first time, a smile etched on your lips as you drifted off to sleep.

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Shawn was absentmindedly scrolling through his phone, thumb pressing against the glass screen, liking tweets, responding to some, retweeting some. His smile was stretched, glad to know that everyone was enjoying the album. It made him feel relieved from the stress that clouded his mind these past few months of thinking whether or not people will like it.

It was not until a little while later, a notification popped up saying that you had tweeted something. He quickly pressed on it, the smile on his face never faulting as he read the words displaying on his screen. His heart thumped against his chest as he read over the text over and over again. It was not a secret that he had a massive celebrity crush on you— he made it obvious in past interviews, him joking that he would take you on a date if you let him and although he just laughed it off, he did actually mean all his words— wanting to take you out and show you a great time, but he knew that you were much too out of his league.

You were a reserved person, no one really knowing too much about you and you did not go on too many interviews or big celebrity events. He had met you once before out of pure coincidence at your favorite go-to place when you wanted to be alone— Cheryl's Cafe. He did not know how to act as he was completely starstruck, finally seeing you in person. No one was bothering you and he thinks you enjoyed your solitude considering you were tucked away in the corner by the fireplace, hands cupping your hot chocolate.

The memory made him smile. His thumb was soon quick to retweet and like your praise on his album. He tried scanning his brain for something to respond with, typing up something along the lines of, "So happy you enjoyed it, your opinion means a lot x", but him deleting it after because he did not like the way he put the words together.

"I'm so happy you enjoyed it! Thank you so much for the feedback!" delete, too enthusiastic.

"Thank you so much (y/n)" delete, too dull.

"So happy you enjoyed it, I love you and please go on a date with me" delete, too— ...Shawn.

A grumble erupted from his throat as he tapped his foot against his floorboards, biting his lip. He should not have a problem with this sort of thing, but he found himself thinking about his actions more when it involved you. He wanted to make himself sound perfect and he knows that he should just be his genuine self, but he can not help it.

He then just ended up settling with, "Thanks (y/n), glad you enjoyed! 💓". He chose to use the same emoji that you had used, his mind quickly deciding that this heart will be only your two's emoji. It sounded silly, but he could care less as he clicked Tweet and he locked it— throwing his phone on the opposite side of the couch, not wanting to see what people are going to say in the comments and call him out on the tweet.

His palms rubbed over his face, cheeks tinting as he felt shy suddenly. It was weird how you had that affect on him— from a simple tweet. It sent his heart to beat crazy and his mind to go hazy as he felt like such a fangirl.

You had never really used Twitter all that much and the fact that you had taken your time to tweet something about him made Shawn feel like the luckiest guy in the world. "The (y/n) (y/l/n) actually talked about me on her Twitter! Who would have thought." Shawn's head processed as he overthought this whole ordeal, giddy excitement running through his veins.

Shawn definitely slept in a good mood that night knowing that everyone enjoyed his album, including the very girl that he dedicated his song 'Nervous' to.

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an: I am thinking of also making a part two to this, well not really a part 2, but I will make one where it is when they first met in the cafe 😆 lmao hope you guys enjoyed this! let me know in the comments:*

also ahh thank you guys for the 100+ reads! means so much<333

ques: has Shawn ever noticed ya'll on Twitter?

> lol he hasn't noticed me yet😂

anyways, ty honeys for taking the time to drop by and have a read, means a lot ☀︎