Shawn Mendes Imagines

Drunk Shawn (Part 2) (Cute)

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Maybe about 4-5 minutes later you look to see that your boyfriend is gone. Nowhere to be found.

You look around the room to find him standing next to Brian. Wearing a pair of angel wings on his back making you wonder who he stole them from. He looked ridiculous his 6 foot self-wearing a pair of fuzzy bunny ears and white angel wing standing next to a bunch of guys cheering on a dude that was trying to drink a whole bottle of who knows what. You shake your head giving up on trying to keep track of him. He was Brian's problem now.

Shawn gets bored after a while, his attention span is short due to the alcohol in his system. He looks around the room his eyes trying to find you. He has a frown on his lips when he doesn't see you in the living room. He stumbles away from the guys almost knocking Brian over with the Giant angel wings strapped to his back.

Brian is angrily grumbling at him but he doesn't care, as he sets out to find you. What his drunken ass doesn't notice is that you are still sitting on the same couch he had left you on.

He goes all over the condo trying to find you yelling out your name over the music but doesn't get a reply back. He feels like he is about to cry not being able to find you, wondering if you had ditched him and went home.

His vision is a little blurry when he walks back into the living room and spots you sitting on the couch at the same exact place he had left you.

"[Y/N]!" he calls out excitedly rushing up to you the wing on his back managing to knock down someone's drink from their hand.

You're oblivious to the giant drunk baby basically running up to you until you see some white fluffy feathers and someone's ass in front of your face and feeling the air being knocked out of you as Shawn sits on your lap turning to you excitedly screaming out

"I found you!"

"Shawn. Get off" you groan out trying to push his heavy body off your lap

"But baby. I missed you" he says leaning back pushing the white feathers of the wings he is wearing into his face

"You can sit beside me, you giant baby. You don't need to sit on my lap!" you say as he tries to snuggle closer to you. You hold your drink away from him trying to be careful not to spill it as your hands push him off your lap.

He protests but you manage to push him off your lap and he falls onto the seat beside you.

Your friends are giggling at the two of you, cooing about how cute the two of you are and you just shake your hand letting the whiny baby beside you wrap his arms around your waist pulling you to his chest

He steals the drink in your hand bringing it to his pink lips taking a long sip. You shake your head but let him drink it, not wanting to pull it out of his hands. It would be like trying to take away a baby's bottle.

Your attention turns back to your friends as you continue talking to them, sharing stories about the horrible final exams you all had to write

You feel a poking on your side and ignore it. It happens again and again each poke making you push Shawn's finger away from your waist, trying to focus on what your friend was saying

"Baby" he whispers out but you ignore it

He is not happy about your attention is on someone else and he tries harder to turn your gaze to him. You feel the next poke on your cheek and you take in a deep breath biting the inside of your cheek.

You wanted to laugh and scold Shawn at the same time. He was so needy when he was drunk. You continued to ignore him making him let out an annoyed huff of air as he crosses his arms in front of him looking like an unhappy child because his mom would not let him eat ice cream before dinner

You think that he has finally given up on trying to gain your attention as you tell your friend about the cute dress you would be wearing to your birthday dinner when you heard Shawn call out for you.

"What Shawn?" You answer an annoyed laugh leaving your mouth. He never knew when to give up.

"Look at me!"

You turn your head to the side to see him standing on the arm of the couch his arm spread out a goofy smile on his face, barely hanging on to the drink in his hand

"I'm Rose from titanic!"

Before you can even tell him to get down from there his foot slips causing him to lose his balance falling back with a loud thud that was heard over the music, the drink in his hand spilling all over him. Everyone stops for a second trying to figure out what just happened.

You call out his name rushing off the couch to get to him. People gather around him as you kneel in front of him trying to help him sit up

"Shawn! You could have gotten seriously hurt" you scold him as you look him over making sure he didn't injure himself too badly

"You wouldn't pay attention to me" he mumbles out

Once hearing him speak other people that had gathered around turn back to what they were doing, seeing that he was okay.

He thinks you're mad at him as he looks at you with a guilty expression on his face. You swear that this is what Shawn must have looked like when he was a kid and was trying to get his parents to forgive him for breaking a vase in the house. He looked so adorable that you wanted to just reach out and squeeze his red cheeks

You noticed that the left side of the wing was flopped down barely hanging onto the rest of the fluffy fabric that was holding the wings together.

"Looks like you broke a wing, Mr. Angel," you say as you push the straps of the wings off his shoulder and onto the floor.

He is too dizzy and tried to complain about you getting rid of the wings. At least he still had his fluffy bunny ears, securely resting at the top of his head. It had someone survived his fall off the couch.

"You okay?"

He feels your hand cupping his cheek, your thump running over the red skin as you looked at him with a concerned look on your face

He nods his head a content smile on his face, he was happy that he finally got your attention. Even if he got hurt in the process.

"Your shirt is soaked in beer, let's get you out of it"

His brain doesn't register the words you say, all he knows is that you're grabbing his hand and helping him stand up. He is more than happy to grab tighter onto your hand as you walk with him on your heels holding onto your hand.

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