shawn mendes imagines

i'd never

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y/n and shawn have a fight after she was a little too touchy with cameron.

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"fuck you, shawn! cameron is like my big brother, why the fuck would i ever flirt with him?!" my jumbled and loud words boomed through the house, my mood much more pissed off than sad.

"oh i don't know because every fucking guy would kill to be in my position? just look at yourself! he obviously was enjoying it too! and you were progressing it!" he seethed, gripping at the end of his hair in utter frustration.

my eyes narrowed and my heartbeat went even more wild than before, "you fucking asshole, you need to get it in your mind that cameron and i do not like each other like that. if you weren't so god damn insecure-"

i was caught off guard as he pushed me against the wall, coming so close to my face i almost felt his menacing spit shouting. his grip on my wrist tightened, causing me to whimper in pain. he was scaring me.

"maybe if you weren't such a god damn slut none of this would've happened." he tested, eyes nearly going black in furry.

i pushed his chest back with all my power, causing him to stumble backwards momentarily, before standing straight up and towering over me. i kept one finger on his chest, pushing him back even more, "you're an asshole! i can't believe i ever fucked your sorry ass!-"

my words caught in my throat as his left hand moved up, thinking he was going to slap me. my mouth gaped open at the audacity, memories of all past fights flashing through my head. but instead of doing the thing that would end our relationship right then and there, he ran his fingers through his hair.

his facial expression died down as his outraged demeanor changed into a completely saddened expression, "oh my god, y/n - did you think i was going t-to h-hit you?" his voice cracked at the end, my heart falling to ground as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"y-you were just so mad," i couldn't finish my sentence as i felt a large frame wrap its arms around me, holding me tight and never letting go.

"shh baby, please don't cry. i'm s-so sorry - i just was so jealous. oh my god i would never even think to lay a hand on you." his words were choppy, setting my heart on fire and melting it with passion.

i finally hugged back, wrapping my arms around his neck. he kissed my cheek softly, creating goosebumps at the contact, "i don't know what the hell i'd do if i ever lost you, let alone deliberately hurting you. i was such an ass tonight, and i get it; you and cameron are strictly friends. would you do me the honor of forgiving me?"

i pulled away, causing him to pick me up slightly, giving a tight squeeze before setting me down and pulling back too, "trust me when i say the truth, and i'll love you forever."

he let out a low sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me with all his power left, "of course, of course, of course. i trust you with everything. and when you say forever, darling... know i'll love you long after."

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this was interesting.

i really do not understand the imagines where he actually hits her and then feels bad. if a guy ever hits you under any circumstance, get out of the relationship as fast as you can. even if you love him, even if he says he loves you (which means he is lying). romanizing physical abuse is not okay. hitting a woman is never okay and by staying with that person, you're letting yourself be victimized. don't let it happen.

- amanda