Shawn Mendes imagines

Wisdom tooth

Shawn chuckles as he distractedly folds laundry, "Y/n, I'm not going." You smile back, but behind your smile you were growing frustrated. "Shawn, you have an appointment in like an hour, can we please hurry up?" You check your watch and start taping your foot. Shawn doesn't say anything back, he just continues what he's doing, trying to take up as much time as possible. You walk up to him and start to rub your thumb on the side of his jaw. He winces and drops the shirt he was folding. "See! Shawn you need your wisdom teeth out. If we don't leave now we're gonna be late." He plops himself on the couch and crosses his arms. You drop your jaw in amazement, he was acting like such a child. You laugh and grab his hand. You begin to pull, trying to force him to stand up, but he doesn't budge. "I don't want to go!!" Shawn demands, with a slight chuckle in his voice. "It's just a doctor, you're a grown man, there's no need to act like this," you say smiling, however, he stays pouty. When you realize that he isn't going to be moving anytime soon, you seat yourself beside him on the couch. You place your hand on his neck and in your most maternal tone, try and convince him. "Baby, if you go to this appointment, you get all the icecream you want." He still avoids eye contact. "And I'll bring you soup all day, and we can cuddle on the couch and watch movies." Even though he isn't looking at you, you can see him smiling. "Shawn, can you please go to your appointment, for me?" Shawn dramatically rolls his eyes, and you smile brightly. With a large pout still plastered on his face, he agrees. You hug him tightly and grab your coat, planting a small kiss on his lips. "Who's my brave boy?" You mock, pinching at his cheeks. Shawn finally let's out a laugh, "I'm about this close to sitting back on the couch.

Sorry this is short im so tired