Shawn Mendes Imagines. discontinued

Sore- requested

written for my fav kittenrobinson

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I walk into my house, drop my gym bag and collapse onto the couch. I put my feet up and finally relax after a long day of basketball conditioning. My coach worked me extra hard today and I'm beyond sore.

I check the time, 5:22, Shawn's supposed to pick me up in about an hour to go ice skating, but there's no way I could do it. I quickly dial Shawn's number and wait for him to answer.

Conversation {L= Lorain S= Shawn}:

L: Shawn?

S: hi baby, what's up? You ready for tonight?

I could sense the excitement in his voice.

S: Lorain, you there?

L: yeah, listen Shawn, I really want to go tonight, its just that Im so sore. Coach worked me extra hard and my legs and back are killing me, theres no way ill be able to ice skate.

S: I understand, baby. We can still hangout, yeah? I'll bring some cotton candy ice cream and my fluffy blanket that's your favorite. We can cuddle and watch movies while you recover?

L: that'd be amazing. Thank you so much

S: anything for you. See you in an hour?

L: see you

We exchange goodbyes and hang up. I'm sweaty and smelly so I go shower before Shawn gets here. I run up the stairs, making my legs feel worse, into my room and get undressed. I hop into the shower and let the warm water fall on my back, soothing me. Once I wash every part of my body and my hair I get out and get dressed. I throw on a pair of pros, a plain white t-shirt and my PINK hoodie.

I go back downstairs and sit in my previous position on the couch. I'm catching up on season 5 of Teen Wolf when I hear knocking on my door. I automatically know it's Shawn because he used our special knock. We made up a knock that only we use so when we go over each others house we know who it is.

I get up, rubbing my thighs in pain and open the door revealing a smiling Shawn. He walks inside, locks the door and picks me up bridal style. I bury my head into the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. Shawn always smells so good.

He lays me onto the couch and plops down next to me with his signature goofy smile. He bends down and pecks my lips. He lightly rubs my thigh and speaks, "So how's my baby doing?"

"My legs, feet and lower back are sore as hell," I pout.

"My poor baby," he pecks my lips again, taking off his backpack and placing it down on the coffee table. He pulls out all the things he said he'd bring: cotton candy ice cream, my favorite fluffy blanket of his and some movies. Of course he brings the first 3 Harry Potter movies.

"I'll be right back," he says before running into the kitchen

I nod my head in response. He soon returns with two spoons. I sit up, wincing from the soreness of my legs, but smiling at him. He returns a smile and puts the spoons along with the other things he brought back into his bag. "C'mon, let's go upstairs. There's more room. You have a DVD player up there right?"

I nod as I stand up making my way to him.

He shakes his head, "Uh-uh, you're not walking up those stairs. I'm gonna carry you." He picks me up and makes his way up to my bedroom.

He sets me down on my bed and walks over to turn the air conditioner on. Then he gets the first movie up and running. He takes the ice cream and spoons out of his bag and hands them to me. Finally before laying next to me he puts his blanket over the two of us.

We cuddle, make small talk and eat the ice cream for the duration of the first movie. "You feeling any better?" Shawn asks.

"I'm still a little sore, but your presence always makes me feel better."

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