Shawn Mendes Imagines

Fingers (Kinda Sad)

THESE IMAGINES ARE NOT MINE!!! I JUST EDITED THEM A LITTLE!!

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Where are my dirty-minded people? BTW this is not smut.

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"The most important conversations you'll have are with your fingers," -Rupi Kaur

Let's talk about the intimacy Shawn and Y/N's fingers have gone through.

How they first touched each other when Shawn was walking into a café in front of Y/N and realized she was behind him so both of them grabbed for the closing door.

How they both waved at each other when they met again at a mutual friend's party, realizing they have bumped into each other previously.

How they high-fived when they had won beer pong when they had been put together in the same team.

How their hands were gross from cleaning up all the trash at the party, being the only two who weren't passed out on couches.

How they typed on their phone screen after the party, not being able to stop talking to each other.

How they would casually bump into each other during their first date as they walked alongside the beach.

How Y/N's cupped Shawn's face during their first kiss.

How Shawn's went directly in her hair and on her back.

How they eventually ended up tangling themselves together as the couple began to grow more serious and held hands.

How Shawn's would go through Y/N's hair each time they lay together, before going to sleep, or when they were watching TV.

How Y/N's would knead all of Shawn's tense muscles from all the pre-concert stress.

How Shawn's would tap her knee softly in encouragement when she was nervous.

How Shawn's would engulf Y/N's cold ones on their countless night-time picnics.

How they held each other during their first time. How Shawn's traced every single bit of Y/N's body, wanting to feel all of her and discover all of her. How Y/N's went to squeeze his hair when his were working wonders on her. How Shawn's gripped the side of the bed in pleasure when Y/N was making love to him with her mouth.

How Shawn's would occasionally cheekily slide up Y/N's leg during dinnertimes with the parents.

How Y/N's would grab onto anything she could of him when they hugged.

How Shawn's would softly rub Y/N's stomach every month to alleviate some of her pain.

How Shawn's would grip his microphone a little tighter singing on stage as the piercing memory of Y/N back at home and away from him lingered in his mind.

How Y/N's would hold a picture of him close to her during their times apart.

How Shawn's would tingle with excitement as he opened a cab door outside the airport, knowing he would be going home to Y/N in less than an hour time.

How Y/N's would clutch her lungs as she tried to breathe during their first fight.

How Shawn's waving all over the place as he tried to explain his part of the fight.

How they held each other tightly when the fight resolved.

How Shawn's thumb would slightly tap Y/N's palm when they held hands in public, a signal that they were both thinking of the same thing but couldn't say it out loud so just grinned internally at all their inside jokes.

How Shawn's were full of sweat when he made sure the small box was in his pocket.

How Y/N's jumped up to her mouth as Shawn got down on one knee.

How Y/N's ring finger looked as Shawn slid a bright ring onto it.

How Shawn's always went around Y/N's shoulder when they discussed wedding preparations.

How Y/N's clammy fingers played with the white fabric of her dress right before she walked down the aisle.

How Shawn's immediately relaxed when he took hers and lead her to the top of the altar.

How both of theirs went up to wipe each other's tears after having kissed as bride and groom.

How they stayed interlaced as they danced across the floor to John Mayer and Ed Sheeran as their friends and families were smiling, and chatting, and helping themselves to the wedding cake.

How both of their fingers were red from moving boxes back and forth to their new house.

How Y/N's were filled with dirt as she planted roses in the front and back yard.

How Shawn's clutched the pregnancy test to his chest after examining the result twice to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

How Y/N's would grip onto Shawn's tightly when her stomach grew huge and going up the stairs was cardio to her.

How Shawn's never ceased to rub Y/N's shoulder as they made their way into the emergency room.

How Y/N's tried to crush all the bones in Shawn's hand as she was giving birth to their child.

How Shawn's grew feather-soft when he first received their baby in his arms and gave the most minuscule tickle on its nose.

How Y/N's relaxed into the hospital blankets as Shawn's took a piece of her sweaty hair out of her eyes.

How each of theirs spent numerous times changing their kid's diapers.

How Shawn's would expertly open up countless jars of baby food.

How Y/N's would rub the top of their baby's head soothingly to get it to stop crying in her arms.

How one of their hands were interlaced and the other was softly touching their sleeping baby's finger.

How all of this repeated itself when they had another baby.

How Shawn's heart welled up when his toddler ran beside him to the playground, their whole hand wrapped around one of Shawn's fingers.

How Y/N's would slam the table as their adolescent was acting out again.

How Shawn would instantly massage her tense shoulders as they talked it out with their hormone-filled child.

How Y/N's wiped her tears off her face when their kid graduated high school.

How Shawn's wiped his tears off his face when their kid graduated university.

How Shawn's would be holding his daughter's as he walked her down the aisle to give her away.

How Y/N's would run across her son's hair when he moved across the country.

How Y/N's and Shawn's slowly became wrinklier but still as soft to the touch to each other as forty years ago.

How one of their hands held the other's while the other one held a photograph of time ago.

How Y/N would still hold Shawn's cheek when they kissed.

How Shawn's would be dusting all the furniture during each holiday for their children and grandchildren came to visit.

How they spent the last of their days sitting on their porch gazing afar but still interlaced.

How Shawn's held Y/N's as she lay on the hospital bed at age ninety.

How they simply held hands, Y/N unable to speak with the air mask on her face.

How their fingers spoke for them, each little second of holding each other bringing back the memories of their life. How they said they wouldn't have spent their lives anyway else and thanked each other for the years of love and companionship.

How Shawn kissed Y/N's goodbye when Y/N left.

How the nurse put both of theirs together when Shawn joined Y/N in her slumber.

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