Shawn Mendes Imagines (Reader Insert)

Caught

Prompt: Licking your fingers while eating Cheetos // You visit Shawn on tour and get caught in a compromising position

Warnings: A swear word or two & a bit of a heated make out session 

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Being a twenty-year-old and playing sold out shows in stadiums around the world was abnormal. But what was more abnormal was that the twenty-year-old who spent most of his time on a tour bus than in his own apartment was your boyfriend. Not many people could say that their boyfriend was in Amsterdam one day and then Paris the next.

Shawn had spent spring in Europe on a tourbus and hotel rooms, and his summer wasn't much different, except for the fact that he was on his North American leg of the tour. He had convinced you to come traveling across America; it was more in your budget and convenient with your university schedule.

Every now and then, Shawn would have some down time, but it wasn't very often. He kept apologizing whenever he was pulled away and promised to spend time with you more. But you didn't mind. Shawn had given you a front seat to his career and everything it entails. And it was fascinating. You would be in one city and everyone would already be advancing for a show that was two weeks away. The precision and detail of obscure jobs that some crew had gone over your head in the past, but seeing all the mechanics of everything that goes on for the show to happen...it made you appreciate Shawn's performances even more.

You had gotten fairly close with Shawn's head of tour merchandiser, Dane, and often found yourself helping him set up the merchandise stands when Shawn was off at a meet and greet, sound check, or wherever Andrew had pulled him away to.

"Are you playing in the little soccer match they have going on later today?" You asked Dane as you carried over a large brown cardboard box.

He held up a finger to you as he finished up his count in of tour posters and typed it on a tour merchandise app on his phone, "Yeah, you?"

You shook your head as you used a key to tear through the sealed box. Once the tape that held the box together was ripped, you opened the four flaps and saw that you were counting in some sweatshirts. Silently, you counted ten sweatshirts, put them in a pile on the side with a sticky note on top with a number ten circled and then counted out another ten sweatshirts.

"I've never been good with hand eye coordination," you didn't look up at him as you continued to count ten sweatshirts, "I've always been better at cheering people on from the sides."

"Oh, I've noticed."

You had just finished circling a ten on a neon green sticky note as you capped the sharpie and looked at Dane, "You've noticed?"

Dane nodded with a smile on his face as he hung up a piece of paper with a blown up image of a keychain; he stuck a large sticker with the price of the keychain on the corner of the paper. He hung it up on the black tapestry so that way fans would be able to see it before they got up to the front of the merchandise line.

"You're always there for Shawn when he walks on and off stage. I don't think I've ever seen you go to the bathroom when he's performing."

You blushed as you finished counting the last of the sweatshirts in the box you carried in, "It's not that big of a deal."