He’s meeting her in front of the library a few hours after his first class. This morning, Caroline sent him a text riddled with lowercase letters and several typos to discuss the plan. Shawn fears the closer he gets to Friday, the less motivated he is to crash the frat party. Then comes Caroline, a charming Type B and his unlikely equal. For the most part, he has his life figured out and planned to the minute. Shawn is a tightly wound, Type A law student in college. Shawn mendes shawn peter raul mendes shawn mendes imagine back pain back rub massage shawn mendes fluff you punch him in the pec (or at least try to) and he barely budges.which you can’t argue with because eventually you’re able to sit up, painlessly.he starts planting a kiss on each part of your back he finishes massaging.shawn then starts singing Fix You under his breath, half joking.“i’m never doing anything ever again for as long as i live.”.you finish the juice box/pouch and just chew on the straw.shawn is slow about, careful not to make anything worse.“a little to the left…down some more.thank you.”.the pain starts to subside in certain spots so you direct him to area that need more attention.idk what else to add so feel free to comment more idc.he presses the heel of his hand into your ribs and draws out another moan, like a really long hhhnnnnnggghh.“sorry” he says habitually, afraid of hurting you more.this goes on for about 30 secs to a minute before he gets a moan out of you.you say into the floor, or pillow, or couch cushions, whatever you’re laying on.“do you want some kind of heating pad? or ice? i don’t know.”.the calluses on his fingertips thankfully add to the sensation somehow.gently but firmly rubbing between you shoulder blades, tracing lines down to the small of your back.he lifts the back of your shirt, and unclasps your bra (relax, this is strictly a massage).he gets you some childish beverage to sip on (like a juice box or CapriSun, anything).“why do you always do this to yourself when i’m not around?”.he might even give you a little shit for getting yourself hurt.he walks over to you and asks what wrong and you tell him in not so many words.shawn would come in and after a while, maybe with a smartass comment.and you can’t really move so you just lay there, face down, prolly listening to sad tunes cause owwww.slept on it wrong, manual labor, depression nap.let’s say you wake up and your back hurts for whatever reason.My back hurts like a biatch so here’s a half-assed bulletpoint shawn imagine because my laptop’s broken
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