shawn mendes imagines

carnivals

this imagine is for @mattchewsbae47  !! i hope u like it jasmin (-:

im making this into two parts because one part would be kinda long so yeAH im working on making my imagines a bit shorter (:

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"We're going on the roller coaster first," Shawn grinned, taking my hand in his freakishly larger one, pulling me hurriedly through the thick crowd of whiney toddlers and tired looking parents.

"Why the roller coaster first, can't we go on the ferris wheel?" I pouted, crossing my arms, looking up at the lit up ride towering over the entire carnival.

He laughed, pressing his lips to mine quickly, "So I have an excuse to hold your hand the whole time."

I rolled my eyes  and shoved his shoulder playfully, causing him to shuffle backwards and hold his arm in mock pain.

"Ouch!" he joked, lips parted as he rubbed his hand over the place my hand hit him.

I giggled, intertwining our fingers, leaning into his side as he wrapped his arm around my tiny frame and placed a kiss to the top of my head.

"Princess, I've gotta run to the bathroom real quick, will you be alright holding our spot?" Shawn whispered in my ear, trying to block out all the noise surrounding us. I nodded quickly, taking in the fact that the line was miles long.

Shawn stepped to the side, scanning the fair quickly before heading to the right in attempt to find a restroom. I continued to keep my arms crossed, eyes straight as I stepped forward every few minutes as the line progressed.

My head turned when I heard loud laughter and heavy footsteps come from behind me, the familiar voice sending panic throughout my body.
My eyes were met with my abusive ex-boyfriend's ice cold blue ones, the small smirk lining his lips reminding my of all the times his knuckles met my cheek.

"Troy," I mumbled, my feet stepping to the side as him and his friends gathered up beside me, "W-What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like, cupcake," he snickered, "I'm here for the fair. You remember how much I loved checking out the half naked girls here."

I scowled, shaking my head from side to side, "You haven't changed a bit."

Troy titled his head to the left, the sick look in his eyes the same as they were two years ago, "So, how's your little boyfriend? What was his name again? Scott? Shane? Or maybe it was-"

"Shawn. His name is Shawn," I spat, "What do you want from me, Troy? Don't you have some girl to fuck or some weed to smoke?"

At this point, I was far out of the line, absentmindedly taking steps away from him as seconds passed when he pressed me against one of the vacant corners of a brick building, hands roaming my body, stopping at my waist and gripping roughly so that his fingers dug into my skin.

"Get off of me," I whimpered, my poor attempt at squirming out of his grasp failing as he continued to pin me down, his hot breath running down my neck, fingers trailing dangerously close to the hem of my t-shirt.

"Don't you miss me, cupcake?" he whispered, thumb and index finger beginning to pull up at the thin material of my shirt. I turned my head to the side to avoid his breath, fists pushing and pounding at his chest.

"What's there to miss," I hiss, spitting saliva on the cloth of his grey longsleeve.

He clenched his jaw, the palm of his hand creating a shadow over my cheek, "You bitch!"

"Hey!" a voice yells, causing both Troy and I's head to snap to the right, watching as a furious Shawn began sprinting towards where we stand.

"Let's see how hard this kid can hit," Troy smirked, slowly letting go as he took a look at me, then back to my nearing, and very angry boyfriend.

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