Shawn Mendes Imagines/Blurbs/Oneshots

Thunderstorms // Shawn Blurb

Thunderstorms are the worst. They're too loud and all that flashing makes you anxious. It's always been like that for you. As long as you could remember, any time a storm hit you would go crawl in bed with your parents. When you got older, you would just put headphones on and drown out the sound of the storm, staying up late if it went into the night.

When your family moved when you were nineteen, you met Shawn. He was the sweet guy next door, your age, and incredibly handsome. The two of you hit it off, talking about music and your favorite bands and what concerts you had been to. Shawn was the best and he was always there to talk to you and make you laugh.

It's after midnight when you wake up, room shaking as a rumble of thunder rips through the sky. It's the start of the weekend so you aren't worried about staying up as you flip your bedside light on. There is a flash a lightning that illuminates your window behind your curtains followed by an ear splitting crack. Your heart races, the sound overwhelming you and you start looking around your dimly lit bedroom for your headphones.

There is a knock on your window and you pull the curtain aside to see what it was. The reflection on the darkened glass makes it hard to see but you can make out someone standing there. "Hey!" they call and you open the window. It's Shawn. He's in pajama bottoms and no shirt.

"What are you doing?" you ask and he comes up to the window and leans on it. His hair is soaked and plastered to his head. He has to be freezing.

"I came to see if you were okay," he smiles and some rain falls off the end of his nose. "I saw your light was on and I know you don't like storms." You don't recall telling him about your fear of storms...or maybe you had. The two of you talked for hours sometimes so it may have come up at some point.

"I'm fine. I'll just put on some music and read."

Shawn leans his head in and smiles bigger, "Can I come in?"

"I...I don't know," you look around and your notice your door is unlocked. If your parents found him in there you'd probably get your ass reamed. It didn't matter if your were nineteen, they still had their rules. "My parents don't really-"

"Your parents won't know," Shawn says as he hauls himself up and through the window, his stomach scraping against your window's ledge on the inside. "Fuck," he hisses under his breath. He's really a sight to behold what with how he's halfway in your window, walking himself forward on his hands and dragging, no struggling, to get his legs in. He was too big to be squeezing in windows like this. He stands up and you take note that he looks like he just walked out of the shower, but with pants on. Pants that are clinging to his legs and showing you everything underneath. You lick your lips as you slowly take in his bare feet, his strong thighs, the vague outline of his cock through the two layers of fabric, his hips, his abs....his chest....his arms...oh wow, was he always this built? You can't remember seeing him in anything but jeans and shirt or jacket before.

"Up here," he says, catching your wandering eyes. You look up to his face and god, if it isn't just as good as the rest of him. The light from your lamp is throwing shadows that highlight his jawline and lips. His hair is pushed back, finger combed out of his face. He looks like a fucking GQ model. "You stopped shaking," he says.

"Huh?"

Shawn reaches out and brushes your hair back. "You were shaking when you opened the window. Now you're not despite the fact that it's been thundering almost non stop for the last minute or two."

"O-oh. I guess I was distracted," you turn around and close the window. Shawn chuckles behind you and it makes you feel sort of giddy. You had never really thought about Shawn as more than a friend. It just hadn't come up. But having him here in your bedroom, looking like he did, you were feeling some type of way.