shawn mendes imagines

rumors

"No, Shawn!" I screeched playfully, pulling him by the waist back into the bed, "Please don't post it, I look so bad!"

"You can't even see your face!" he laughed, rolling on top of me, phone still grasped in his hand, "I'm posting it, and you can't stop me."

Giving up, I shoved his chest so that he lay beside me and grumbled, "You suck."

"You suck," he mocked in a squeaky voice, chuckling when he saw the Twitter notification pop up on my phone, letting me know of his new tweet.

I unlocked my phone, giggling when I saw his caption for the horrific looking picture. "@ShawnMendes: My #1." (media)

We looked like little kids in the photograph, gazing up and down at each other with squinted eyes and big smiles. I remember the day we took the snapshot, taken maybe a few weeks ago, when he'd woken me up early in the morning to go explore the city. I took a million pictures that day, the one he uploaded showing where we stood in the hotel elevator. Shawn had accidentally pressed the emergency button with his back, so we just messed around the entire time while his security tried to get us down.

"You're something else, Mendes," I mused, crawling above his body and straddling him, slowly connecting our lips. His hands gripped my waist as my arms snaked around his shoulders, tugging at the curls near the nape of his neck. I could feel him smirking through the kiss as he swiftly flipped us over, fingers roaming my small frame and stopping at the hem of my shirt. Just as he was about to pull it off, his phone buzzed, signaling a call from his manager, Andrew.

With furrowed eyebrows, he picks it up.

"What's up?" Shawn asked, still held up atop of me with his bent arms. Although the call wasn't on speaker, I could still hear Andrew's angry voice on the other side of the line.

"What the hell is this, Shawn?" he hissed. Tilting my head to the side, I mouthed, "What's wrong?" All he did was shrug down at me, continuing his conversation with his manager.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something, Andrew," my boyfriend huffed, annoyed, "what are you even talking about?"

"Check Twitter," he spat, voice echoin from the speaker of the phone, hanging up, not giving Shawn the chance to reply. He frowned, stumbling off of me, tapping his finger on the blue icon. As soon as the app opened, Shawn's face became emotionless, and the playful look in his eyes dropped down to darkness.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, reaching my hand out to grab his hand, only for it to be smacked down by his own. Flipping the device so that it was facing my way, I was met with a picture of what looked like me and Cameron kissing. The caption was typed by a fan. "@MendesArmy: Turns out your "#1" is a certified slut @ShawnMendes." (idk if that's a real username lmao i just made it up)

I scoffed while snatching the phone from his grasp, staring at the picture before me. This had to be fake, I would never, ever cheat on Shawn. Ever.

"Baby, this is obviously photoshopped, you know that, right?" I pleaded, hoping that he'd believe me, because what I was saying was only the truth. I hadn't seen Cameron since the last Magcon tour that Shawn was a part of, and that had to have been months ago. There was no way it was real.

"Is it, y/n? I know Cameron has always been pretty fond of you," he accused, pressing his rosy lips together as if to stop himself from blowing up.

"Are you calling me a liar?" I snapped, "why would I ever kiss Cameron? I love you. This is just your fans trying to separate us. Again."

"Get out," his soft voice mumbled, water shining in his brown eyes, face looking straight at the wall behind me. My jaw dropped as I looked at him with disbelief.

"G-Get out?" I repeated, voice cracking in the middle of it, "We aren't even going to talk about it?"

"No! Get out!" he roared, jaw clenched, balled up fist connecting with the white plaster of our bedroom wall. A hole was left in the surface, and blood covered his shaking hand, cuts and forming bruises leaving a pattern on his smooth skin. I flinched from fear and slightly backed away from his sudden movement, heart beating faster and faster and the thought of what he would do next.

"Shawn, stop, calm down!" I shrieked, taking his large hands in mine. I could tell my touch was soothing him, but tears continued to fall down his red cheeks, and I began hurriedly wiping them away, hating to see him in such pain. I took him in my arms once again, letting his body fall in between my legs as I ran my trembling fingers through his chocolate locks.

While continuing with the process of calming him down, I took his cell in my grip again, typing the code quickly and going back to the picture. Putting it in his face, I bit my lip and tried to reason with him once more.

"Can't you see it?" I questioned, "Can't you see that it's not real?"

I watched as his eyes took in the forged shot, finally seeing the way my face was in an inhuman angle, and how Cameron's arm awkwardly bent around my hips. His face fell in guilt as he looked up into my eyes.

"God, I'm sorry, I-I should've seen it sooner, I shouldn't have said that to you," he says, shaking his head in disbelief, rubbing the skin of my thigh with his calloused fingertips. I kissed his forehead, then his nose, and then his cheek.

"I guess I would've reacted the same way. I understand," I reassured, watching as he tilted his head up and down in my lap.

Shawn winced as I gently traced the cut on his knuckle, a light chuckle leaving my lips as I wiggled out from underneath him. Picking him up and off the bed, I lead him towards the bathroom.

"C'mon. Let's get you cleaned up."

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if i had the chance to meet shawn, i would probably say no. it would be too much for me afterwards.