author's note: this one was super fun to write ngl
warnings: cussing
It was late at night, you were lying in bed, Shane next to you, scrolling on his phone, when you pressed record.
“Baby? Can I ask you something?” Your voice is soft, and you can hear how tired you are from the day. Shane looks up from his phone
“Of course. Everything alright?” he asks, hand coming to rest on your thigh.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just wondering something is all,” he hums at your response, sets his phone down on the bedside table, and shifts around so he is fully facing you
“You have my full attention. Ask away, ma’am,” you laugh at his dramatic antics before looking very serious. You let out a small sigh
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You somehow managed to keep a straight face as you asked. Shane, on the other hand, his face immediately dropped, then, he started laughing
“What?” he manages to say through laughs, and you swat his arm
“Shane, this is serious. Like this has been on my mind for a while. What if one day I got turned into a worm? Would you still love me?” Shane sighs and taps his chin
“What type of worm?” you scoff
“Seriously? That’s what you wanna know?” you ask offensively, and Shane puts his hands up
“It gives me more information. Can’t blame a guy for wanting to know his worm girlfriend,” Shane huffs out
“I don’t know, like an earthworm?” you shrug, and Shane grabs his phone, holding up a finger, and you stare at him, waiting for his response. Eventually, he looks back up
“Earthworms' average lifespan if kept in the right soil can be six to nine years and sometimes even twenty. I think I can work with that,” he mumbles more to himself than to you, but you still understood
“What does that have to do with anything?” you ask, and Shane glares
“Because! My earthworm girlfriend needs to live to be my earthworm girlfriend. I can’t have you dead within twenty-four hours of being an earthworm. That’s just being a bad boyfriend slash earthworm caretaker,” Shane states, sitting up in the bed
“I think you’re overthinking this. It was supposed to be a simple yes or no,” you groan, starting to get a little confused by his thought process. Shane grabs your hand and kisses it
“Babe, of course I’d still love you if you were a worm.” You smile, and Shane grins, “and I also know this is a TikTok trend and that you were most likely recording me.” Your smile drops
“You little shit”
Comments:
User: he turned a yes or no question into a biology lesson
User: he was two steps ahead the whole time
User: the way he gave her his full attention immediately
User: he let her think she got him too
User: this is the greenest flag i’ve ever seen honestly
notes: tyyy for love bbys and after the last fic i found a proofreader so yall wont have to read my terrible spelling mistakes which is due to my dyslexia so apologies. Also this one was sitting unfinished in my docs, it was actually supposed to be the first part but I lowkey hated that so ya. This fic picks up after they wake from the drunk hook up anyhoo enjoy bbys <3
You look at him and he looks back. You’re both completely nude and vulnerable. Both hungover and confused
“There no way” you say with a hint of hope
“So, this is weird”
“VERY weird”
You both make eye-contact and stare at each other, you are completely naked in front of your childhood best friend, the person who saw you with only two front teeth, the same height as a coffee table and who you watched as you grew up and saw you face plant in the mcdonald’s parking lot when you were 4.
“y/n, seriously stop staring and answer my question”
“I don't remember anything.”
“Neither do i”
“I remember us being close” he exhales sharply, standing up and grabbing the nearest clothes, pacing like he’s trying to outrun his own thoughts. Your stomach flips.
“How close” you rub your head from the headache.
“…I remember kissing you,” he says softly.
“A lot.”
It starts slowly coming back to you,
“And you didn’t pull away,” he adds, voice quieter now, like he’s not sure if that’s a good thing. You look down at your hands, twisting the blanket between your fingers. He steps a little closer, slower this time. “Do you regret it?” That question hits harder than anything else.
You shake your head, barely. “No.”
“Neither do I”
He sits on the bed and ponders.
“Then why does this feel so weird?” you ask quietly.
“We're not just two random people who woke up in the same bed.” he says,
Your chest tightens.
.“We’re…us.” That hurts in a completely different way. Because he’s right. You look up at him, eyes glassy.
“If we weren’t…do you think this would be easier?”
“If I had met you before, in a different way?” you ask.
“Maybe but it's too late now, I don’t know how I feel about us hooking up last night y/n” he says seriously
“We were drunk Shane, we had no clue what we were doing.”
“I know but you’re my best friend, y/n”
“Ok, that’s okay we can move on”
You stand up and cover your top half with your shirt, he slides his pants on and he speaks. Before you can hear what he says you look down and see his length, you had forgotten how big it was,
geez no wonder you hooked up with so easily with him while drunk
“y/n we cant move on.” he says angrily
“Why, it's nothing more than an innocent hook-up”
“y/n nothing about you is innocent”
“How come Shane?” you say interrogating him
“Because I like you y/n” he confess
Silence, just silence.
“You what?”
“I didn't lie last night when I said I had a crush on you.”
You remember now, last night……
“Did you have a crush on me, Shane?"
“16 year old me did, maybe me right now does too”
“Is it the alcohol talking?”
“Yeah, but the alcohol is talking for u too”
You stare at him
“I can't look you the same, I have feelings, feelings you don't give a shit about” he says
“I do.” The words hang in the air for a second too long. Shane shakes his head, stepping back like he doesn’t believe you.
“No you don’t,” he says, voice rising.
“Because if you did, you wouldn’t just call last night a ‘nothing hook-up.’”
“That’s not what I meant”
“It is,” he cuts in, frustrated now.
“You’re acting like we can just erase it. Like it didn’t change anything.”
Your chest tightens.
“It was alcohol, Shane. We were drunk. We didn’t think”
“I thought,” he snaps.
That shuts you up. He drags a hand through his curls, pacing again, but not like before. This time it’s messy, emotional.
“I thought about you every time since I left, every girl I dated I'd always thought of you. I only wanted you " he admits, voice breaking just slightly.
“Every interview, every tour stop, every stupid night I couldn’t sleep.”
Your throat tightens.
“That doesn’t mean-” he cuts you off
“It does to me,” he says, looking at you now.
“It means something to me.”
You shake your head, trying to stay steady.
“And what am I supposed to do with that, Shane?”
“I don’t know. But don’t sit there and tell me it was nothing when it wasn’t nothing to me.”
Your voice wavers.
“I didn’t ask for this,” you whisper. “I didn’t ask to wake up and suddenly have everything become weird because we were stupid and drunk.”
“Neither did I,” he says immediately
. “But it already is.”
Your hands curl into the shirt you’re holding tighter.
“And now what?” you ask.
“We just ruin everything because you have feelings you didn’t say for years?”
His expression changed, hurt flashing fast into anger again.
“Wow,” he says quietly. “So that’s what this is to you.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“It sounds like it.”
You take a shaky breath, trying to hold it together, but your voice cracks anyway
“I’m trying to protect us, Shane.”
“From what?”
“From this!” you finally raise your voice, tears spilling before you can stop them.
“From waking up and realizing nothing makes sense anymore and I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel!” Shane stares at you, stunned into silence for a moment.
“Then tell me that,” he says.
“Tell me you're confused. Tell me you're scared. But don't stand there and act like none of this matters.”
“I never said it didn't matter!”
“Then why are you trying so hard to get rid of it?”
“Because that's what we do!” you shout.
“We move on! That's what we've always done!”
His eyebrows pull together.
“No, y/n. That's what we've always done instead of talking.” the words hit harder than you expect. You wipe furiously at your eyes.
“That's not fair.”
“Isn't it?”
“No!”
He lets out a frustrated laugh.
“You disappeared into your life. I disappeared into mine. Years went by and neither of us said anything.”
“You were becoming famous. You were touring, writing songs, living this huge life.
“And you think that meant I stopped caring about you?”
“I don't know what it meant!”
“What was I supposed to say?” you ask.
“Then why didn't you ask?”
You open your mouth. Nothing comes out.
Because you don't have an answer.
Shane shakes his head.
“See?”
“Don't do that.”
“Do what?”
“Act like this is all my fault.”
“I never said it was.”
“You're making it sound like it!”
“Because every time I try to tell you how I feel, you push me away!”
Your chest tightens.
“I am not pushing you away.” he says bluntly
“You are.”
“No, I'm trying to be realistic!”
“Realistic?” he repeats. “Or afraid?”
The room goes quiet.
Your breathing catches.
‘What if I am afraid, afraid of losing you, losing this” she point him and them herself
“Losing the memories and bond because I stupidly decided to speak to you at the party.” you sniffle and tears stream down your cheek, because you are afraid, afraid of losing him, your glue, your better half.
“Im not a big enough of an asshole to leave to, your my best friend, y/n” he says
“But you already did shane, you left already.”
That silence after is different. He freezes. All the anger drains out of his face.
“y/n,” he says softer now.
But you’re already crying, wiping your face fast, turning away from him.
“I can’t do this right now,” you whisper.
Shane steps forward immediately, then stops himself like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch you anymore.
“Dont cry, please” he says quietly.
You shake your head, still turned away
Then softer, closer:
“I’m not asking you to fix it right now,” he says. “I just… I don't want to lose this.” You finally look at him again, eyes red.
And for a second, neither of you say anything.
Because everything between you is still there.
You get up and change, he stares at you in silence
You walk to the door and he follows.
“y/n”
As you walk out the door you make a silent promise;
to distance yourself
And to not contact him,
Honestly as you walked out that door you didn't think about
author's note: yay i got a fic out (let me know if you catch the Finn Wolfhard reference)
warnings: cussing i think?
“Today, my girlfriend will be asking me questions, and if I get them wrong… I get dunked into this cold water,” Shane says as the video starts. The bowl in front of him is filled with water and a few ice cubes in it.
“First question… do you love me because you think I’m pretty or do you think I’m pretty because you love me?” Shane’s face immediately drops as the question leaves your lips
“What?” He turns to look back at you, “I thought these were gonna be like ‘oh what’s my favorite color’ no this!” He sighs and looks back at the camera, “I have to pick one?”
“Yes,” Shane sighs, rubbing his hands over his face
“I guess I love you cause you're pretty? There’s no right answer. I love you. Period. You push his face into the bowl, making him gasp as he comes back up
“How is that fair? There’s no good answer!” You shrug and move on
“Would you have never met me or kiss another woman?” Shane scoffs
“Oh, my god. Never have met you.” You nod
“I’ll take it” you mumble and he looks back at you
“Is there a secret third option I didn’t know about?” You laugh and shake your head
“If I had an identical twin, would you be attracted to her?”
“No. Because you can look different, and I also love your personality,” Shane grins and looks back at you
“Good job,” you mumble. “Would you tell me if you cheated on me?”
“I’d never cheat on you, baby.” You smile as he says it
“Good. If I were a man but still had my personality, would you still want to date me?” Shane sighs
“No. I’m not- that’s not-“ you dunk his head mid sentence, when he comes back up, he gasps “let me finish next time” he huffs out, scrunching his hair in the front where it’s all wet.
“To counter the last question, would you kiss a man to save my life?” You grin as you ask, and he looks at you before looking back at the camera
“To save your life, yeah, sure.” You hum but still dunk his head in the bowl. “HOW IS THAT WRONG?” You shrug
“That’s technically cheating on me. Why couldn’t you just save my life without a kiss?” Shane throws his hands up in the air
“Right of course, sorry. Totally misunderstood the question,” he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes
“Final question. What is my biggest flaw?” You grab his head, preparing to dunk him
“You don’t have one,” he smiles
“You have to say one.” He scoffs as you say that.
“Fine… your biggest flaw is that you don’t think you're perfect even when I tell you you are.” Your hand drops from his curls
“Aw… Shane! That’s sweet.” You smile, and he leans closer to you, but you stop him, “Um, no. You’re all wet.”
Comments:
User: the way she dunked him before he could even FINISH
User: ‘you don’t think you’re perfect’ okay rizz king 😭
User: him gasping after every dunk is killing me
User: he literally worships her i’m sick
User: wet hair shane i see the vision
User: he sounds so soft with her i can’t
author's note: Did I write this instead of doing my school work? yes. Do I care? no. Anyway, enjoy, I wrote this while listening to my sombr vinyl, so I was in the zone
“You need to sit still,” you mumble, standing up straight again as Shane pouts from below you on a chair
“It’s kind of hard when you’re poking my eyes out.” his sass is evident when he crosses his arms with a huff, causing you to copy him.
“Do you want the eyeliner or not?” you ask
“I do, but you said it would be easy, and this,” he points to the eyeliner pen, “is not easy.” You sigh, uncrossing your arms
“All you have to do is sit still, Shane.” You lean back towards him and tilt his head so you can see him better
“Close your eyes,” you mumble
“Yes ma’am,” he sighs before closing his eyes, “don’t make me look emo, just hot rockstar,” he says, grabbing your waist, causing you to stop for a second before getting back to work. About 5 minutes later, you stand straight again and smile
“Done,” you say proudly, opening your phone camera to show him. “My hot rockstar,” you mumble as you watch him look at it.
“Damn, babe, you did good, like really good,” he says, looking up at you and standing up
“Told you I know what I’m doing,” you say with a laugh, “and it’s waterproof so your sweat won’t ruin it.” You show him the eyeliner pen
“Perfect,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you.
After the performance, you and Shane head back to where you are staying, and while you told him he could shower first, he insisted you do. By the time you got out, he was standing in the mirror looking at himself
“Do you want help getting the eyeliner off?” you tease
“No, I’ve got it,” he mumbles, “you can go lie down.” he kisses your forehead before looking back at himself in the mirror, causing you to laugh
“Alright, let me know if you need help.”
About 45 minutes later, he is still struggling to get it off. Accepting his defeat, he goes to get your help, but to his surprise, you are passed out on the bed already, not wanting to wake you up for something so small he heads back to the bathroom and tries to get it off again. Eventually, he tries the next best thing… The internet! Or more of filming a tiktok about it. He props up his phone
“Guys, I really need help, so I just played Coachella, and I was feeling really spontaneous, so I was like, ‘Why don’t I put on eyeliner for this Coachella set?’ I’ve never worn eyeliner on stage, and I didn’t apply it myself; my girlfriend did, and now I don’t know how to get it off!” he runs his hands down his face.
“And normally I would just ask my girlfriend, but the video cuts and shows you asleep for just a second before the camera flips back to him now in a different background “shes asleep.”
“I’ve like, washed my eyes so many times, like, do you need makeup remover or something? Like I put soap in my fucking eye.” The video cuts off
Comments
User: eyeliner: 1, him: 0
User: the 0.5 second cut to her knocked out took me OUT
User: It’s your look now. Embrace it
User: he really said “she’s asleep” like he misses her
User: LEAVE IT ON LEAVE IT ON LEAVE IT ON
y/noffical: you really filmed me asleep and thought “yeah, this is fine.”
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