𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 🦋

"you look like shit"

you were slipping on one of your boyfriends t-shirt's , as you were getting ready to go to bed

you pull your hair up into a pony tail, then set your alarm for school tomorrow

you lay back in your bed, and turn your light off as you feel yourself drift off to sleep
before you wake up to a tapping sound on your window

you open your eyes, and rub them hopping your vision will adjust to whatever made the noise
you spot the familiar curly brunette outside your window
shawn?

you furrow your eyebrows, but nonetheless let him in
" what are you doi- " you start but are quickly cut off by shawn's lips on yours
you sigh at the sudden action, your hands finding their way to his hair

he blindly leads you guys to your bed, him kicking his shoes off in the process
he hovers over you as he takes his sweatshirt off, revealing his naked torso
as he does so, you ask
" what are you doing here? "
" i just needed to see my girl " he says and your heart flutters
somethings wrong
before you can ask further questions, his lips are back on yours, and his hands slip under your shirt

your mind is hazy as shawn's delicate touch removes your shirt from you, making you forget what you wanted to ask him

shawn's kisses move from your lips to your neck, small whimpers leaving his mouth
" baby, what's wrong? " you ask as you run your hands through his hair, biting back a moan
you feel him shake his head as his hands move down to the hem of your underwear, since you don't sleep with any type of bottoms on

" no " you say, grabbing a hold of shawn's cheeks and forcing him to look at you
" what's wrong? " you ask and he sniffles, before leaving over and turning on your light, revealing the black eye, busted lip and multiple small cuts he has on his face that you couldn't see in the dark

" baby, you look like shit " you sigh
he sadly chuckles
" thanks for making me aware " he tells you and you frown
" come on, let me clean you up " you say, slipping out from under him, as you reach down and slip your shirt back on
you grab his hand, and lead him to the bathroom that's connected to your room

" sit on the counter " you say and he nods, doing as told
you mumble a quick 'fuck' while looking through your closet, unable to find the first aid kit
" ah ha " you say once you find it, placing it down on the counter beside him

you begin cleaning his cuts when you ask
" are you gonna tell me what happened? "
he looks down, kicking his feet back and forth
" i don't want to " he mumbles
" look at me, shawn " you say, taking your chin in his hand

" that's okay, i'm not gonna force you to tell me anything. but just know that if you don't, the only thing i can do is clean your cuts. are you okay with that? " you ask him and he stares deeply into your eyes
" for now, yes. i'll i want to do is be in bed with my cuddle-bug before i have to face reality again. i'll tell you y/n, just not right now " he says and you nod, caressing his cheek gently
" and that is perfectly okay, my love "