Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Y/N
Word Count: almost 2,100
Warnings: sex toys??
Summary: Best Friend! Shawn is looking for his hoodie in Y/N’s apartment and find’s something he should have…
Shawn’s phone rings in his back pocket, he already has flowers and a bag of Chinese Takeout in his hands. He shuffles the bag into the crease of him arm and grabs his phone, accepting the call.
“Hey Y/N, I’m almost there.” Shawn says into the phone, walking into the elevator of his best friend’s apartment building.
“Ugh, that’s why I’m calling. I’m still stuck in traffic.”
He can hear her stressing through the phone, “it’s okay, how long do you think it will take you? I brought dinner, and I don’t want to start eating without you.”
“No more than 10 minutes, but I’m stuck behind the slowest truck driver ever,” she tells him. “You can let yourself in, I’m sure you still have the key.”
Shawn looks down at his keys, hers is in the loop with his own house key. He grins, “yeah, I can get in.”
“Good,” Y/N says. “Oh and the hoodie you left behind is in my bedroom dresser if you want to grab it.”
The elevator dings, notifying he’s reached her floor. He exits and walks to her door. “Got it. Drive safe and I’ll see you in a few.”
“Yep, bye.” She rushes off the phone.
He slides the key into the door handle, letting himself into her apartment, shutting the door behind him. He sets the flowers and dinner down on the counter and notices her apartment is ice cold. He shivers while putting the flowers into a vase for her. He knows that her apartment is always cold, since she can’t sleep without it that way. He walks into her bedroom and goes to her dresser, reaching for the top drawer. It slides open and moves her tank tops aside to look for his hoodie, but finds something else instead.
At first, he doesn’t want to look, knowing she will kill him if he does, but he has too. In the drawer, under her tank tops is a stash of sex toys. Shawn’s eyes widen as he realizes what they are, hoodie long forgotten. From what Shawn can tell, he identifies a dildo and maybe a few vibrators, but he really doesn’t know what everything is, there is at least 6 different things there. His eyes scan the toys, wondering how long she has had them. He starts to wonder when she uses them, what she looks like when she does.
He breaks his stare with the toys when he hears the front door close, Y/N is home. He throws the tank tops back on top of the toys and shuts the drawer. He opens the second drawer and finds his hoodie. He grabs it and leaves her room.
She stands at the kitchen counter, admiring the flowers he left for her to see. He feels no need for the hoodie now. Shawn’s getting hot and bothered, so he tosses it on the couch and walks over to her in the kitchen.
“Hey stranger,” she says pulling Shawn into a hug. “Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful.”
He smiles down at her, “you’re welcome.”
It’s been 3 weeks since they’ve seen each other. Shawn just came back the American leg of his 5th world tour. They miss each other tremendously while he’s away, that’s why he spends as much time as he can with her when he is home. She has been his best friend since he met her 2 years ago and to be honest, both of them have thought they wanted more from time to time.
“Should we eat?” She asks, pulling away to grab plates from the cabinet.
“Yeah,” he nods. “I got your favorite.” He pulls the containers out of the brown bag and sets them on the counter.
“Uhhhhh, you’re the best,” she groans, almost as if she were getting a relaxing massage. Shawn’s mouth dries up a bit after hearing it. She fills her plate and heads to the counter to sit down. He grabs a water out of the fridge, before piling food onto his plate and joins her.
The whole time they are eating Shawn is quiet as a mouse. Y/N notices but doesn’t say anything until they both finish their food. “Are you alright Shawn? You seem kind of quiet,” Y/N asks.
He clears his throat, “yeah I’m all good. Just a bit jet lagged.” Liar, he’s wide awake after finding her toys.
She knew he was lying instantly, but she didn’t want to stress him out even more, knowing something was already getting to him. They decide to watch some Grey’s Anatomy and have a glass of wine. Y/N gets up and goes to her room to change into more comfortable clothes. The second she is out of sight, Shawn runs to the bathroom and splashes cold water in his face. Looking at himself in the mirror and thinking, “you shouldn’t have looked in her drawer. You shouldn’t be thinking about her like that.”
To be fair, Shawn is pretty good about not showing his feelings about Y/N. Whenever they go out with their friends or just the two of them, Shawn always makes sure that she is comfortable and happy, never going home alone. There have been several nights where Shawn has slept on her couch after taking her home, just to make sure that she wouldn’t need anything. He does that every time she catches a cold too. He wonders if Y/N has ever thought about him the way he thinks about her. Probably not.
Shawn exits the bathroom and walks to the couch where Y/N is sitting. He plops down next to her and looks over. She’s in a pair of his oversized sweatpants, that he gave to her a year ago, and a white tee, her grey bra slightly visible through the fabric. He prys his eyes away from her, letting out a huff of frustration. She is too entranced with setting up Grey’s Anatomy to notice that he was looking at her like she’s dessert.
“How about this one?” She grabs his attention toward the screen.
He nods, “sure.”
Halfway through the episode, Y/N looks over at Shawn who is playing with his fingers, his wine glass resting on the coffee table still full. She knows that something is bothering him, so she obviously needs to know now. She pauses the show.
“Okay, what is going on? Something is bothering you,” she says setting her glass of wine down and turns to face him.
He adjusts himself to sit up in the couch, “nothing, Y/N. Everything is fine, I promise.”
“No it’s not. You have barely said anything all night and you’re never this quiet.” She pauses as she waits for him to say something, but nothing comes out. “Please Shawn, tell me what’s wrong. You’re making me worry that you don’t actually want to be here.”
His head snaps to face her, “that’s not it at all, hun. I just……I……” He begins to stutter a bit. “Listen, I don’t want you to be too upset with me—”
“I’m not gonna be upset, just tell me the suspense is killing me.” She laughs a bit to ease the tension.
“When…..When I went into your room to grab my hoodie, I went into the wrong drawer and I found some stuff that I shouldn’t have.”
Her eyes instantly widen and her face turns bright red, “oh my god.” Her face buries itself in her hands.
Shawn gently grabs her wrists, “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to snoop around. I was just looking for the hoodie.”
She sighs into her hands and looks up at him, “don’t apologize, I should have told you what drawer or just grabbed it for you. I meant to hide them better, ughhhhhhhh.” Her face resumes its position in her hands.
“I really am sorry Y/N. I can leave if you want –” he starts.
Her head darts up again, “no, don’t leave…….I mean unless you want to. I’m just so embarrassed.”
He shakes his head, “I don’t want to. I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable.”
“It’s okay, I just didn’t think my best friend was going to see those.”
Shawn heart stings a bit when he hears her say ‘best friend,’ silently wishing it didn’t have to be this way. He doesn’t want her to feel uncomfortable or embarrassed around him, so he tries to ease her mind. “Well if it will make you feel any better, I really didn’t know what anything was. Like I really had no clue what I was looking at,” he chuckles a bit causing her to as well.
“Really?” she asks.
Shawn shakes his head. ‘You could show me,’ Shawn thinks to himself. Her eyebrows rise on her forehead. His eyes widen, did he really say that out loud? “Ugh, I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to say that.”
“It’s alright,” she tells him. She leans forward to grab her wine glass off the coffee table, taking a large gulp to finish it off, Shawn still staring at her.
It’s silent between them as she sets her empty glass back down on the table. Shawn worries that he overstepped and wonders what she is thinking about.
Her stare now on the paused TV screen, “are you shocked that I have those toys?”
He doesn’t move, afraid that if he does she’ll get mad. “Um…..I guess I am a bit shocked,” he lets out slowly.
“Why?” She looks at him again, but not turning her body. She looks agitated.
He doesn’t want to creep her out or make her mad. “Well, you just don’t seem like the type to be very…..kinky.”
She turns her body to face his so he continues, “I don’t really know what to tell you, I’ve never really thought about what you do in bed.” Liar, he thinks about his best friend all the time, but honestly never thought she had toys.
She looks down into her lap, playing with her fingers. “But if hypothetically you did….would you think me using toys is…….hot?”
Shawn’s mouth is dry again, shit. Was she implying that she wants him to think about her? “Hypothetically?”
She nods, barely making eye contact, her legs pulled into her chest.
He takes a deep breath, “well if hypothetically I thought about you like that…..i would think it’s more than hot. I would think it’s……sexy and erotic and raunchy.”
Her head lifts a bit as her arms wrapped around her legs. Shawn can tell that she wants to ask something else, but she’s holding back. He gets up from his current spot and moves over to her section of the couch, sitting right in front of her legs. He grabs one her hands and holds it, his thumb stroking the top of her hand.
“What if it wasn’t hypothetical?” She asks, begging to know what he’ll say.
“Do you want me to think about you? In that way?”
She nods, biting her lip.
“I do think about you Y/N, like that. But I think about you, not only your sexiness.” He finally admits, “I think about what it would be like to be with you, not in a hypothetical sense.”
She can’t help but smile a bit, but she quickly tries to hold back, “but you said you didn’t before. Why haven’t you said anything?”
He sighs, “Y/N, you’re my best friend and I was terrified that you wouldn’t want me as more than that.”
“Was?”
“Well from where this conversation has gone it feels like you are happy about what i’ve said. Now I can tell that you want something more too,” he smiles looking into her eyes.
“You’re not worried?” Y/N asks.
“About what,” his hand squeezes hers.
“What if we don’t work?”
He shakes his head, “Don’t think like that, we will work out. If you let me be more, I promise things will only get better. We will still be best friends but we’ll also be together.”
She grins, “sorry I took so long to notice.”
They both let out a laugh, getting a bit closer to each other. Shawn’s hand that isn’t holding her hand moves to cup her face. They both lean into the kiss that they have been waiting 2 years for. Who knew it would take Shawn finding Y/N sex toys for someone to confess their feelings.
