Shawn Mendes Imagines

Fourth Of July

okay i meant to post this yesterday but yO GIRL WAS TOO BUSY SETTIN OFF FIREWORKS & ENJOYING HERSELF bC yOLO!!!!1!1!

anyways this imagine should be a lesson to you to STAY SAFE on this holiday (if you're American or a US resident), even a day late!!

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"Babe!" Shawn shouts from the bathroom, his voice muffled due to the closed door. He pauses, then shouts again, "babe!"

"What??" you suppress a groan.

"We're out of toilet paper!"

You softly chuckle and sit forward, pushing your laptop off of your knees and setting it down on the disheveled duvet cover.

You exit your bedroom and start down the hall to where your husband waits, twisting the doorknob and swinging it open, revealing Shawn, squatting on the toilet with his chin in the palm of his hands, shorts and underwear in a wad at his ankles. He heaves a sigh.

"This reminds me of our honeymoon," you acknowledge, recalling the hotel suite where you stayed a year ago, that instead of a closed bathroom, included an open-walled toilet and sink a few feet away from the bed. You had awakened that morning to Shawn pooping, smiling and waving at you like an idiot while he greeted, "morning, honey!"

"Your man sure knows how the ladies like it," Shawn winks.

You roll your eyes and open up the cabinet beneath the sink, tossing him a pristine toilet paper roll while pinching your nose with your fingers to avoid intaking the horrid reek.

"Thanks snugglebunch," he hums as you hurriedly dart towards the door, slamming it behind you and taking a huge whiff of fresh air.

You stand outside for a while, leaning against the door as you absentmindedly begin to braid your hair over your shoulder. You hear him flush the toilet, and seconds later he turns on the faucet to wash his hands.

"Hey, Shawn?" you clear your throat, spinning around and staring at the door as if it was the figure you were speaking to.

"Yes, dear?" he responds from the other side.

You take a deep breath. "I have a confession to make."

The door swings open, disclosing Shawn, who arches his eyebrow and mumbles, "oh god, are you gay?"

"I'm gonna need you to stop saying that," you groan.

"Sorry, sorry. But seriously what?"

You close your eyes, biting your lip as you quietly whisper, "um, I kind of bought some fireworks."

Shawn's round eyes widen, and you suddenly begin defending yourself before he could even prosper an argument.

"I know, I know you're against them and everything, but it was just a couple of sparklers and--"

"Y/N, seriously, no. No fireworks. We can watch them, but setting them off is really dangerous. You know that."

"I know, but sparklers are totally safe, and it'll be fun.. "

"Look, Y/N," he sighs, stepping out into the hall and closing the door behind him, "I don't mean to sound controlling or uptight, but I just don't like the idea of fireworks. I just don't want me, and more importantly, you to get hurt."

"Shawn.. " you avert your eyes from the floor to lock on his, cupping his chin with your fingers and forcing him to keep his gaze trained on you. "Please.. I want our first Fourth of July as husband and wife to be incredible. I mean, come on, dude. You're Canadian. You have no idea how much fun this holiday actually is."