MLQC Oneshots

Starry-eyed (Shaw)

this might sound, somewhat, similar to something I've written before also about Shaw, sorry ??? I wrote this a super long time ago (you can tell by the way i did my dialogue like 'this' and not "this" LOL)

and I was writing them in the same time frame and i guess i just didn't realize at the time lmao

also one part is based off of a quote, ill put it in the comments (no spoilers lolol)

Also also, Happy Bday Shaw! or beleated bday, whenever you read this,

soz this is so long thanks for reading

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A long days past, with filming and directing, at 10pm MC finally finds her way back to her apartment. In one hand she held a plastic bag filled with some savory smelling fast food, in the other she held her keys to the door. But, as she turned the key in its knob, she found the door had already been unlocked.

It was probably Shaw, to no surprise. But, he was never so careless when crashing at her apartment. Usually he'd send a text, or at least lock the damn door behind him, but that was just Shaw. Doing as he pleased.

MC makes sure to lock the door, setting the food on the kitchen counter, as she slips off her jacket she searches her small, one-bedroom apartment for the man in question. Not in the living room, not in the bathroom... She makes her way to her bedroom.

'Shaw?'

He's lying on her bed, the covers draped loosely over his body and shoulders. And as he lies asleep, MC is hardly mad at all. She drops her bag in the corner of the room and draws closer to the boy on her bed.

At his side, she quietly looks him over. For someone so quick, like lightning striking, it's cute to see him asleep, so calm and peaceful.

She runs a hand through his hair. At this point, after swooning over the man so, how could she not? His hair is softer than she expected, and after a second she hears quiet laughing.

'You're awake?'

'I'm not.' he smirks. 'Do it again.'

'Whatever.' she laughs. 'Get out of my bed. I bought dinner.'

She turns around, changing out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable. But, when she turns around again, he is still lying flat on her bed.

'Shaw?'

'I'm fine here, actually.'

'Shaw.'

'You really want me to get up? Alright, promise not to be mad though.'

'Huh? Why would I be- Shaw!'

'I said 'don't be mad.''

He groans as he tries to sit up again. She could see the dark crimson of blood staining his lower torso.

'What happened to you?' she asks, returning to his side.

'I was just cut, nothing special.'

'By a knife?'

'What else?' He groans again as he hangs his legs over the edge of her bed. 'I think your bed is still clean though. So you can thank me for that.'

'May I?' Rolling his eyes, he nods as he lifts up the edge of his shirt.

'You did such a bad job of bandaging this.' she comments, lightly running a hand over the injury across his lower abdomen. At the touch, Shaw quickly grabs her wrist.

'How daring.' Her face blushes red.

'Shut up. Let me fix it.'

'I'm fine, it's only a scratch.'

'You could get infected! Lie down again, let me help.'

'No one ever cared for me like this.' no one's ever cared in the way you do, more like. But Shaw doesn't continue. It stings as she does her best to clean his wound.

'Well, it's rare that people get stab wounds and treat themselves at home.'

'Yeah, right.'

Shaw can smell the food outside. Fried chicken, a favorite of them both. No one has ever cared to know his favorite foods, or where he was sneaking off to next, or what he was passionate about. All his Father ever cared about was him being on top, something Shaw would graciously ignore. He shows himself to her. He can freely be himself around her. And it feels...unexplainable.

He sees her reaching out to help him up. He hesitates.

'I'm finished, Shaw. You can get up now.'

'Right.' he takes her hand.

'Is something wrong? Do you have any other injuries?'

'No, I don't.' he has to laugh.

'What?'

'You...why do you care so much?'

'Because, well...' her hand doesn't let go of his as she stops to think for herself. 'I don't know what you'd call us, but we seem to be pretty close. I really care about you, Shaw. That's why I deal with this.'

'It's more work than it's worth.'

'Not if it's you.'

She was too good for him. So a question hung in his mind, would he leave now or wait for her to realize this herself?

'Done staring at me starry-eyed Shaw?' she says confidently.

'You must be seeing things.' he replies cooly. 'You said you bought dinner?'

'Fine. We'll leave it for now.' but she's smiling.