Shawn Mendes Imagines

Bruised Knuckles

You're reading a novel in bed, waiting for Shawn to get back from the gym. He was doing his boxing today, which helped him with his stress so you supported him. Just then the door opens and Shawn walks in. He's wrapped up warm as its the middle of winter in Toronto and it was currently -10 degrees C outside. He put his head in his hands and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Shawn?" You sit next to him and pull at his jacket. He unzips it and takes it off. You put it on the side, and notice that Shawn has changed at the gym, which means he's showered too. He only does this when he's hurt himself or had a tough workout. You then notice he's still wearing his gloves. You hold his hand, and he winces.

"Shawn, what's up?" You grab his hand again and slide his gloves off, revealing the bruises and cuts around his hands.

"I...I just got really stressed and went too far, I'm sorry." He begins to sob, you run your hand up and down his spine and then kiss his cheek.

"Its okay, you don't need to apologise honey, but just tell me, does it hurt bad?"

"It's pretty sore."

"Come here." You lead him into the living room and tell him to sit on the couch. You grab an ice pack and sit behind him, he rests his head on your chest and you grab his hand again and gently massage it. He winces every so often.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it." You then put the ice pack on his injured hands and plant a kiss on his head. He smiles at you; you pinch his cheek. You then get up and after getting a bandage you wrap his hand up.