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can you make something about shawn getting into a fight and reader takes care of him after it all??

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a/n: i wanna apologise for the wait, college is really messing up with everything and i’m having such a hard time to write in here. i’m giving it soft hints of badboy!shawn also. anyways, i hope you like it. warnings: mentions of fight; blood; wounds; bruises & pain.

“You had to put up a fight, didn’t you?” She said furiously, walking so angrily that her steps against the floor are making a deafening sound fill the living room as she makes her way upstairs, tossing her bag away from her arm to the couch. Shawn walks slowly to sit beside the bag, letting his head fall behind to rest against a pillow he just grabbed to place under his curls and closed his eyes with difficulty, sighing heavily. “I swear to God that you’re going to face me next time,” She screams from the second roof and Shawn knows that his ears are going to end up hurting more than the cut on his cheekbone. “I wonder, I truly wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t found you.”

He thinks about shaking his head from side to side in denial but he stops right at the first movement. His head hurts really bad and he can feel the muscle under his eye throbbing, harming him everytime the skin trembles up and down. His tattooed hand runs through his curls and he also has to stop himself from laughing at her chastise because the cut on lis lip is giving him the most painful sensation he’d ever felt compared to the other fights he’d got himself into. The hand stuck on his curls is filled with bruises, making him feel practically unable to curl his fingers normally but not for a single moment he regrets all the times he punched that guy’s face. It was just priceless. And he would do it all over again if he could be gifted with the sight of his face being pulled back by his hand one more time.

When her footsteps start hitting the degrees, he fixes his position on the couch and snaps his eyes open like he’s preparing himself to receive some punches from her. He couldn’t deny the possibility but prayed to all the Gods she’d have mercy on him. Her eyebrows are squinted together in the angriest frown he’d ever seen from her, lips pouting as her hands work quickly to set her first-aid kit box on the center table and open it to place on the couch the instruments she’d need to use. “How the hell did that happen?” She asks, straddling his lap as she wets a piece of cotton with alcohol. He can’t answer when she’s still frowning, refusing to look in his eyes. Shawn smiles to himself, thinking to himself how can he find her so cute when she’s internally wishing she could kill him right here, right now. Her sweet pout never looked this kissable; her mad expression could be vanished away with his hands cupping her face to squeeze her cheeks together and bring her lips to his. He wants to do it so bad but he knows that he better contain himself, so he has to deal with the situation where he can only desire her even though she’s sitting on top of him — so close but so far away. “I asked you a question, Shawn Mendes.” She calls him out and presses the wet cotton against the first cut she finds next to his hairline. “Fuck!” He hisses, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to move away from the touch. She presses even harder, silently punishing him for getting into another fight in less than a month. “Babe, this shit hurts-” “Don’t you think that I know it already?” She cuts him off and exhales through her nose, rubbing the cotton to clean all the expansion of his wound. “Are you going to tell me what happened or should I start by your mouth?” “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but I like it.” He gives her a boyish grin and she pulls away to fold the cotton and wet it again, using the clean side where his blood couldn’t reach before. “Mendes, you better start talking before I finish the job for that guy.” Her eyes burn his for the very first time after she made him get inside the car to drive home. She’s being taken by her anger little by little now that Shawn is playing with her patience, so everytime she lets out a breath it hits the hair falling in front of her face. Shawn sees a baby whose toy had been taken away from instead of his girlfriend being pushed over the limits of her kindness. “He just started being an asshole the second you got up to go to the bathroom and,” He interrupts himself when he feels the cold cotton touch his wound again, sighing to focus on not being consumed by the burning sensation on his forehead. “And one thing led to another…” He explains through gritted teeth, shifting his body in pain under her. “Oh okay, big guy,” She starts, getting rid of the now red cotton to grab another one to move on to the next wound. “May I know what he did for you to get your eyebrow nearly sliced in half?” “Hey!” Shawn protests, bringing his index finger up like he’s about to defend the most coherent argument in the world. “He didn’t end up that well if you wanna know.” “I don’t wanna know,” She presses the cotton against the cut on his eyebrow, inching closer to see if there’s any drop of blood insisting on coming out. “I wanna know what the fuckin’ hell he did for you to head to the parking lot in the middle of the game.” “Does that even matter now, babe?” He flinches slightly, tensing his limbs and only relaxing to cup her waist in his large hands. He grazes her clothed middle up and down delicately, thinking that he’s easing her rage with it. She pulls away and her face is now giving him all the disappointment she’s feeling inside her chest. “Seriously, Shawn?” She nods negatively because she knows what spurred him on to do this. “What was I supposed to do?” Shawn squeaks, pointing to his own chest with his hands stretched towards himself and she takes a glance, seeing all the red marks resting on top of his bones. “You leave and he starts talkin’ shit.” “What kind of shit?” “Shit like… I dunno… ‘Uh, have you seen those legs?’“ He impersonates with a dumb tone, grimacing and tilting his head like he thinks the guy would do in his head: stupidly and looking like the biggest dork they’d ever see. “And ‘Wow, that ass…’” She’s having the hardest time of her life on holding back a laugh, but she keeps her gravity centered inhaling twice in order to calm her nerves. It’s not the first time Shawn gets into a fight because of comments like this and she honestly doesn’t know what to do anymore. She loves him dearly, that’s for sure. But she can’t handle the view of Shawn covered by red and purple marks every single time someone dares to disrespect her. She appreciates how much he cares about her, but some things must have their limits otherwise the stuff on her first-aid box would disappear in less than a week… And so would he. “Oh, that’s it?” She stares at him and he can’t confirm or deny. “That’s what made you put your crossfit routine to a proof?” “Crossfit is actually not that funny compared to what I did to him, babe,“ He says, that devilish smile coming back and she rolls her eyes before leaning close to him once again to clean the wound on his bottom lip. “You should’ve seen how- OUCH!” Shawn nearly yells when he feels the alcohol burning his lip, looking down and catching the sight of her taking care of him so attentively the best he can — her eyes glued on his mouth, serious expression as she puts and removes the cotton from his wound repeatedly, eventually blowing some cold air to ease the uncomfortable sensation. His heart floats inside his warming chest because of it; this is how he knows she’s doing this because she loves him so and cares about him as much as he cares about her. Does he deserve the attitude she’s giving him? Of course, but it’s good to know that she doesn’t hate him completely. “Shawn, listen to me,” She says in a calmest tone, venting her heart out. “I love you and I love that you wanna keep me safe from all this kind of bullshit. But I’d love even more if you could keep your body free from bruises for a whole year just to start things up.” “Babe, I-” She holds the cotton against him before he can even finish. “I’m not done, Rocky Balboa,” Discarding the cotton to catch another piece to clean the last big wound on top of his cheekbone, she stops him while moistening the fluffy cotton ball and tapping it against the back of her palm to remove the excess of liquid. “I want you to keep it in your pants because I told you I don’t give a shit about what these guys think about me,” She moves even closer, staying face-to-face with him as she wipes away the blood stains and the dirt from the cut. “At the end of the day, you’re the person I wanna be with and the one I’ll actually hear commentaries from,” She rubs the cotton softly now, taking purchase of his curls to keep them from falling in front of his eye and he feels peaceful, not even minding the pain and the regions he’d been hit on. His ribs are hurting, his hands are hurting, his left eye is hurting, swollen and getting purple but being next to her was enough. It was cheesy, so he held it to himself in his head that she’s all the medicine he needs. “Plus, how can you be so sure that he was talking about me? It could’ve been anyone. Have you seen the girl next to us? She was wearing a skirt that showed her legs too. Not that he should talk about her body, but it could’ve been about her.” She gets up, grabbing something else from her box to hold under her arm and getting all the cotton she used in one hand as she walked to the kitchen to put it all into a plastic bag, taking a mental note to get rid of this properly later. “I don’t know, I don’t look at anyone else,” He says totally fucked for her, toying with his own fingers as he hears the freezer being opened. Peeking from his white sofa, he sees her frame standing on her tiptoes to reach the ice tray. Her skirt swaying gracefully when she gets down to twist the object to free the ice cubs. “But when I confronted, he didn’t even try to defend himself. So I’m sure he was talking about my girl and I let him have it.” He smirks proudly, remembering the blood dropping down the guy’s nose after a very powerful punch of his. She giggles under her breath, filling the ice bag she kept under her arm before and walking over to sit beside him this time. Holding his chin carefully, she tilts his face towards hers and places the bag on his swollen eye. His jaw clenches and he replaces her hand with his, so she can carry on with the bandages. “Babe, my lip still hurts… Can I get a kiss instead?” He begs with puppy eyes and she hates herself for not resisting. She smiles, gives in and entwines her lips with his, locking and unlocking them calmly while her hand cups his face with caution. “This is the biggest reward you’ll get tonight for keeping your dumb ass alive,” She warns after pulling away to choose another remedy to help the healing process. “And I hope this is the last time I’ll see you wrecked like this.” “Do you think that I look wrecked?” Shawn feels extremely offended and his mouth falls open in a dramatic outrage. “You should’ve seen the other guy.”

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