Shawn Mendes Imagines

Nightmares

Your POV

I was sleeping contentedly next to Shawn, when suddenly he flung an arm over me and began mumbling to himself. I shifted in the bed, rolling over to face him. His forehead was covered in sweat and he was trembling.

"No!" Shawn suddenly screamed, sitting up and panting. "Y/N," he yelled "Save me!!!" He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to him.

"From what? What happened, Shawn?" I asked, bewildered. Shawn was still trembling and clinging to me. I began rubbing gentle circles on his bare back and mumbling "It was just a dream," over and over in an attempt to calm him. It sort of worked, but Shawn still wouldn't answer my question. I gently took his face in my hands and pulled it up so he could look me in the eyes. "Shawn," I repeated, "What happened?"

Shawn pulled his face back down, shaking his head. "You don't want to know. It was horrible." He visibly shuddered again.

"I do want to know, Shawn. What do I need to protect you from? Did you dream about? Clowns? Murderers? Rapists?" I asked, listing all the terrifying things I could think of.

Shawn shook his head "It was worse."

Worse? What could be worse than a rapist? "What was it then?" I asked again.

"Tomatoes," Shawn said with a horrified tone.

"What?" I ask, completely bewildered.

"Tomatoes," Shawn repeats. "I was being forced to eat tomatoes for every meal. And tomatoes were put into everything. They even had tomato muffins! That has to be illegal. You can't do that!"

I bite down a giggle because Shawn's face is totally serious and he still looks upset.

"It's okay," I soothe. "It wasn't real. There are no tomatoes anywhere near you."

Shawn slowly begins to relax. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle into his chest. When I'm almost asleep and I thought Shawn was already asleep, I hear Shawn whisper "(Y/N)?"

"Hmm?" I mumble sleepily.

"I'm scared that the dream ruined muffins for me. Can we go make chocolate chip muffins just to make sure I still love them?"

I smile, knowing that he just wants muffins. He knows he still loves them. "It's 4am, Shawn. We'll make them in the morning."

"But I won't be able to sleep, not knowing how I feel about muffins."

"We both know you still love them. But we'll make them first thing in the morning, I promise. Now go to sleep."

"Fine," Shawn grumbles. Soon, his breathing pattern slows and he falls asleep.

I lift my head and whisper "I love you, Muffin" before drifting off to sleep myself.

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This was kind of a Shawn throwback since he rarely talks about muffins and tomatoes anymore. I also think this should have been cuter, but oh well🙃
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