College! Shawn - Drunken Visit
Title: Drunken Visit (College!Shawn)
Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader
This takes place before my first College!Shawn oneshot (READ IT HERE)
WARNINGS: suggestive content (regarding substances), mild swearing
Request: 087: “Sh…they’re asleep.” with shawn!!!! + an AU prompt I found: “We’re neighbours in this university dorm, and we’ve never met, so you come to my room totally plastered, and begin doing headstands and holy shit don’t hurt yourself!”
A/N: I’m still so about that College Art History Tutor!Shawn headcanon, so enjoy :)
You groaned in annoyance, shutting your laptop closed. No way were you going to get any work done on a Friday night at the busiest dorms. Students kept running up and down the stairs, animated chattering in the hallways, and what could be a group of juniors getting ‘turnt’ during their pre-game before whatever frat party they were going to grace their presence with.
You were sociable enough, it was just Art History. And your professor was going to fail you if you don’t turn in a good essay. Or worse, he’ll make you go back to Shawn for more tutoring next semester (two weeks in and you’ve already gone mad). Also, that boy would never live down the fact that you failed History of The Arts 1.
You plugged in your earphones before climbing into bed, deciding that sleep was the next best option. At least if you were well rested, you could do the essay real early in the morning and then you’ll have the rest of the weekend to yourself.
Your eyes snapped open, fear instantly taking over your body. Instantly, you took out your earphones and shuffled in your bed for your phone. You didn’t have a roommate, so who the hell was making noises in your room at—
3:00 in the morning, the fluorescent screen shone at your face.
“What the f—” you heard the stranger exclaim before a loud thud filled the room.
“Who are you?!” you whisper-shouted, shining the flashlight in the direction of the thud.
“Ugh, get that out of m’face!” the intruder whined.
You squinted through the sleep to see Shawn, your tutor, laying flat on the ground. You guessed that he slipped on your rug, considering the fact that it was bunched up by his boot-clad feet.
“Mendes?” your brows furrowed.
“(Y/L/N)?” Shawn looked equally confused, eyes less-focused than usual. He struggled to sit up. “What are you doing here?”
Yep, definitely drunk.
“This is my room.” you gave him a pointed look. “What are you doing here? At 3 AM? On my floor?”
“Wait—” Shawn groaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “Slow down. T'many questions at once.”
“You’re plastered.” a laugh escaped your lips.
You knew that Shawn was quite popular on campus, what with his incredible musical talents and busy social life. You just haven’t got the chance to see Drunk Shawn in action, is all. And he was the opposite of Sober Shawn, who was all outgoing grins and non-stop banter. Witty and ribbing. This Shawn, on the other hand, was sloppy and a little grumpy.
You were never gonna let this go.
“I am very sober, thank you v’much.” Shawn slurred.
“Right.” you snorted.
“Don’t believe me?! I’ll do a headstand to prove it!” Shawn’s eyebrows shot up, almost as if he was daring you to fight. You watched him attempt to stand up on his own two feet, which only caused him two more slips on your rug before finally finding the balance to sway on the balls of his feet.
“Sh…they’re asleep, you idiot!” you whispered loudly.
“Who?” his eyes widened. “Ghosts?!”
“No, smartass.” you rolled your eyes, stopping the ridiculous 6′2″ giant’s hunt as he scanned the room in panic. “My dorm mates. Duh. You’re so drunk.”
“I am not!” he protested. “Seriously, I’ll prove it t’ya.”
Before you could react, Shawn was crouching on the ground, somewhat attempting to lay his two palms flat on the ground. He straightened his arms, and you pretended not to notice the way the muscles in his arms rippled underneath his pretty button up as he flexed. You also pretended not to notice the bit of defined lines across his lower-stomach peeking through his shirt as he began attempting to lift his heavy legs off the ground.
“See?” you hear him grunt through heavy breathing.
“Holy shit, don’t hurt yourself!” your eyes widened as his long legs began wobbling, Shawn’s hindered strength giving out.
You tried catching his legs to try and soften the definite blow, but your smaller frame proved to be no match for his thicker legs. The both of you landed on the floor with another loud thud, a sharp “oomf” leaving Shawn’s mouth.
“You’re lucky it’s a Friday night and everyone is as drunk as you.” you sighed, shoving his legs off of your midriff. Getting up, you began collecting one of your pillows and a spare blanket, dragging them to the door. “And that I’m nice enough to let you stay the night.”
“In your room?” Shawn’s eyes widened, suddenly nervous. You guessed that Drunk Shawn also got scared a lot easier.
“No,” you rolled your eyes, holding up Shawn’s sleeping gear for the night. “Outside, on the couch. I technically still don’t know you.”
“Fair ‘nuff.” Shawn shrugged, taking the pillow and blanket. He opens the door, mumbling something that sounded like “good night, (y/n) my fair knight”.
This kid was drunk off his ass. You were definitely going to have some fun teasing him with this tomorrow…and the rest of your academic career.
“And maybe refrain from causing more unnecessary loud noises!” you called out in a whisper, now standing in the doorway to watch him make his bed, or at least what he thought was a bed. He put the pillow on the centre of the couch and proceeded to sit on it, his head resting on the wall behind the couch instead.
You were definitely going to wash that later.
“You’re just mad ‘cause you don’t have a social life.” you hear him mutter somewhat coherently in reply as he sank deeper in his seat.
“Give me more sass and I’ll take that blanket back.” you threatened.
“No! Not the blanket.” he exclaims with his eyes already closed. He reaches for the blanket next to him in panic, but he doesn’t even remember to put it over his body before dozing off into light snores.
You sighed again before pushing yourself off the door frame. You walk over to the couch in the common room, grabbing the blanket next to Shawn.
“M’blanket,” you hear him mumble as he tugged on it.
“Shut up, Shawn.” you rolled your eyes, tugging harder.
He lets go, and you manage to cover most of his gigantic body. He hums a little in his sleep once his body is covered, dark eyelashes fluttering slightly against the tops of his flushed (and drunken) cheeks.
You debate for a second on whether or not you should try for the pillow, but then decided against it once considering the compromising position you’d be in if he wakes up to your hand right next to his ass.
You chuckle a little at the thought, then turn to walk back to your dorm room.
“Thanks, (Y/L/N).” you hear Shawn mutter from the couch.
“You’re welcome, Mendes.” you smile to yourself before closing the door.