Shawn Mendes Imagines (Reader Insert)

Winner Gets A Kiss

Prompt: A glow stick being snapped

Warnings: None

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Word Count: 1.6k | Fluff

You stood a few yards away with your hands on your hips, eyebrows raised, "Are you sureyou know what you're doing?"

"Yes, I can follow directions––Have a little faith––Ah––Stop––UGH!"

The tent Shawn was attempting to put together fell apart. The beam on the other side––that Shawn swore he had in place––snapped up from the grass and caused the fabric of the tent to slide all the way down the pole.

The grass beneath your feet felt cool as you walked over to Shawn and patted his shoulder. A sigh of defeat left Shawn's lips as the both of you looked at the pile of mess that was the tent in the backyard. You could feel the disappointment radiating off him.

"So close," you whispered.

Shawn shrugged, "Looks like it's gonna storm anyway."

You tore your eyes away from the tent and up to the sky. The blue sky started to look more purple as dark clouds dotted the sky in the distance. A slight breeze kicked up the leaves as you shivered slightly, "We can have a nice movie night."

"But camping sounded so fun."

"Well––" the wind picked up more as the tree branches rustled against each other, "We can make hot chocolate."

Shawn looked down at you with a smile, "Extra whipped cream?"

You laughed as you felt a few raindrops fall on your cheek, "That can be arranged."

Without wasting another second, Shawn shrugged your hand off his shoulder and sprinted toward the back door. You let out a loud hey as he flipped you off, running into the house before the rain really started to pour. Shocked that Shawn hadn't even announced he wanted to race you––he usually yelled out winner gets a kiss––you stood still in the backyard as rain came down on you hard.

"Y/n!" Shawn's yell snapped you out of your shocked state, "You're gonna catch a cold! Get in!"

Your wet hair stuck to your forehead as you dashed through the backyard and into the house. You wiped your cold, wet, bare feet on the mat just inside your house. And just as Shawn locked up the door behind you, a clap of thunder sounded from outside.

Shawn gave you a pointed look as you playfully shoved his shoulder as you walked passed him. You were dripping on the hardwood floor as you walked into the kitchen to grab a towel to get a little dry.

You were drying your face with the towel as Shawn leaned his palms on the granite island top, "Bit wet?"

You shot him a glare as you wringed your hair out in the kitchen sink, "It would've been nice if someone announced that they wanted to race instead of leaving me out in a rain storm."

Shawn raised his arms in defense, "You stood there for a solid minute after I made it inside."

After drying your hands on the damp towel, you threw it at your boyfriend's face. He dodged the towel with a laugh as it landed on the floor, "You suck."

Shawn picked up the towel from the floor and placed it on the island, "Go take a shower and I'll have the hot chocolate ready for you when you're out."