Shawn Mendes Imagines (Editing + Open Requests)

♬1.9 - Impossible

Imagine being in a natural disaster and searching for your family.

A rush of air bursts into my lungs.
It hurts. My chest aches. My whole body shakes.

Where am I?

Water.
Everywhere.
All I can see is water — endless and violent. Cars float like toys, trees uprooted, debris dragging itself along the surface.

Bodies.
No movement.
No sound but the current.

A few minutes ago, I wasn't alone.
Where are my parents?
My sister?
Where is Shawn?

My hands grasp wildly through the water, searching for something — anything — that will keep me above the surface.
Something to hold onto.
Something that won't drag me under.
Something that won't tear my skin open.

My fingers catch on a fallen tree.
I cling to it, arms trembling, refusing to let go.

My lungs burn — whether from the water, or the panic, or the possibility that everyone I love is already gone... I don't know.

Everything was finally getting better.
Dad came home from the army.
Mom beat cancer.
My sister was about to graduate.
We had just made it out of the dark.

And now I'm here — drowning. Alone.

And Shawn—

God. I should've told him sooner.
The night I confessed — drunk, shaking, half-brave, half falling apart — I meant every word.
I thought we'd have time.
I thought there'd be tomorrow.

I bury my face in my hands and scream.

"SHAWN!"

The river answers with a shove, slamming my body against the trunk. Debris scrapes across my skin — fast, sharp, cold, gone.

The branch beneath me creaks.
Cracks.
Threatens to give.

My ribs ache.
My hands ache.
My heart aches.

Snap—

The branch breaks.

I'm dragged under.

Water fills my mouth before I can even close it. I kick — weakly — reaching for the surface.
But there's something above me.
A barrier.
A ceiling of twisted branches and wood.

I can see the sky.
I can see life.
I just can't reach it.

My lungs scream.

Something touches my hip.
Hands.
Warm hands.
Alive hands.

I'm pulled up — ripped from the water — and air surges back into me so violently it feels like fire.

I cling to another fallen tree.
I'm shaking. Crying. Breathing too fast.
Someone's breath is on my neck — warm — grounding.

Shawn.

He holds me like he's the only solid thing left in the world.

"Are—are you okay?" he whispers, voice breaking.

It's soft.
So soft.
Like if he's too loud, I'll disappear.

"I... I don't know," I whisper, eyes closed, leaning into him, needing him.

"We're going to survive this," Shawn breathes. His forehead presses to mine. "We have to. We made it out of the water. So we survive. Right?"

"I don't... I don't know."

He brushes a tear from my cheek — slow, gentle, terrified.

He doesn't look away.
He doesn't smile.
He just holds me.

"We survive this," he repeats, voice steady now — like a promise.

Like a vow.

I literally have not updated for over a month and I am so so sorry for that..... :(

I wanted to say thank you for all the support I have gotten on this, two chapters ago I was excited got 2K and now we are already almost at 4K thank you thank you!!

I tried to make this a great imagine, so it would be worth the wait, hopefully it was.

Please send me request, rather it's your idea or if you want a part two to an imagine that's already been made.

Also I published a new book today, please go and check that out. It would mean so much, they are short chapters and it is a short story :)

Love you all so much, and I will see you next Friday ❤️❤️