The title describes it all. Requests (except for dirty ones) are welcome. Have fun reading! // Le titre dit tout. Les demandes (à l'exception de avec un esprit tordu) sont les bienvenus. Bon lecture!
*All imagines will only be in English...
Shawn was just about to finish working out for the day, and your jaw dropped when he sent you this pic of him:
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You smiled at it, feeling lucky that you're dating someone as hot as him.
About 10 minutes later, he comes home with his shirt still off. Your eyes went wide as you stared with him with awe.
"Like what you see?" He smirks and you raised both of your eyebrows.
"Not today, sorry love." He teased and you frowned. He pulls you into him and you tuck your head in his shirtless chest.
"I'm gonna go change, is dinner ready?"
"Not yet, almost though." You say as he kisses your forehead and goes off to the room to put on a shirt. You went back to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner.
When you were done, you went back to the room to look for Shawn, he seemed to be in the room for over 30 minutes already. You can hear him chatter through his phone. Not wanting to interrupt, you just listened to it and waited for him to finish before you could come in.
"Y/N was so surprised when she saw me shirtless..." You smiled, yes you definitely were.
"Oh... um, yeah I guess..." His tone of voice changed, lowering it.
"Honestly, Y/N's body isn't that appealing anymore. She's gained so much weight since I first met her..." You hear him whisper and looked at your stomach, it did grow a lot and you know you've gained weight.
You went back to the kitchen to prepare dinner but tripped on something on the way there. You screamed in pain and tears on your eyes.
"Baby!? What happened?" Shawn comes out and sees you on the floor. There was just a scratch on your foot, nothing major.
"Shh, love. It's okay. I've got you." He pulls you in for a hug but you push him off. The tears on your eyes weren't because you tripped, but because of what he said.
"Whoa baby! Did I do anything?" You didn't answer back and went to get an ice pack to stick to the scratch. Shawn followed you.
"Y/N, it's just a tiny scratch! Don't make a big deal about it!" He says, frustrated.
"Shawn, it's fine.." You reassure him.
"Fuck Y/N, let me help you then!"
"I said it's fine! And watch it, your language is becoming a concern!" You warned him.
"Your weight's already a concern..." He whispers, but it was loud enough for you to hear it. So it's true, he does think you've become unappealing.
More tears begin to spill out of your eyes, and you decided to make the scratch much worse. You locked yourself in the bathroom and instead of cleaning the scratch, you got out a small razor....
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