Shawn Mendes Imagines/Blurbs/Oneshots

Ready | Shawn Mendes

Summary: Shawn is the love of your life, and it's about time you told him. [anxiety talk] [fluff] [friends to lovers] [non-au] [inspired by Joy by Bastille]

Word Count: 1.7k

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Shawn has always been your light. He's the one person who can change your mood instantly. Everything about him is warm, inviting, cozy. His aura is so strong with love it's intoxicating. For this you are lucky, because you don't have that sort of presence, at least you don't think so.

It's morning, early judging by the light coming through the kitchen window. You stare at the tile across from you, eyes aching from the night before. Never thought you'd be here, this low, this down. You don't know when you decided to give up, not sure how you ended up on the kitchen floor. But here you are.

Your dog Bumble waddles into the kitchen, his nails tip tapping on the cold tile. He's a chunky little pug, always happy to see you, even happier when you're at his level as you are now. He walks over and plops down in the bend of your waist where your knees are pulled up.

"Hey Bum, what're you doing up so early?" You scratch under his collar and he lolls his tongue out. "You don't ever-" The sound of your phone ringing cuts you off and you look into the living room through the open doorway. Bumble being awake makes sense now. Your phone is still on the charger from last night and it's probably been ringing all morning. There is no doubt in your mind who's calling, because there is only one person who it could be.

You push up off the floor, body protesting as you do so. Tile does not make a great bed. Bumble follows after you as you head to the small living area and grab your phone off the arm of the sofa. Sure enough, two missed calls, both from Shawn.

"How do you always know?" You ask when Shawn answers your redial.

A chuckle. Such a sweet sound. "Because I know what you're like when you have an anxiety attack. You don't answer the phone and you disappear from your social media. Are you alright?"

"Yeah. I'm stiff, but otherwise okay."

"Where'd you end up?"

You glance over to the kitchen and shake your head. "Kitchen floor. I must have laid down with Bumble. I don't really remember."

"That's not good. Have you been to the doctor recently?"

"No. It's been fine lately, I just...I just got overwhelmed last night."

Shawn sighs and you know he doesn't mean to sound disappointed. He knows the struggle of anxiety, he's been there and back. You have the same doctor as him and for good reason, she's the best and Shawn recommended her to you. "Can I come over?"

"You're home?"

"Yes. Can I?"

"Please."

"I'll be there in ten minutes. Coffee?"

"Decaf." You stand and wander into the kitchen where Bumble is sitting by his food bowl. "Can you get a treat for Bum? I'm out."

"Absolutely. I'll be there soon."

"Thank you, Shawn."

"Always."

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Opening the door to your apartment and seeing Shawn is a relief like no other. The rush of seeing someone you love is unmatchable. He's smiling, those gorgeous perfect teeth showing themselves to the world behind his way too pink lips. His little scar and dimples are beautiful, highlighted by the bright hall light. Gods above he is truly the most perfectly imperfect man you've laid eyes on. You're so lucky to have him in your life.