Sorta situationship shane who becomes a significantly better guy when he realises he may not be enough<3
Shane liked playing it safe, no connection, no emotions or all that ‘stupid’ stuff. Thats what he thought when he met you,
And that was what he thought when he took you to that motel and slept with you and dipped and left an hour later. And that was what he thought when he didn’t even bother calling aside from sex. You were just a comfortable lay, he thought.
Well.. thats what you thought shane thought about you. And that may have been true, at the first few weeks of this ‘arrangement’ at least.
To be real, Shane was a desperate desperate man. He knew he was attractive, and he was fairly charming too. But that’s all he really had to offer. Not an apartment to take you instead of his little tent. Not a stable relationship.
And he was fine with that, pretending that just sex was enough. Only pressing himself against you to rut into you, not to curl himself against your back unlike how he so desperately wanted to do so when you finish and you look so drowsy and warm and pliable on the bed.
You being a lot younger didn’t help either. Not that he cared about anyone’s opinions obviously. But he knew you did care about it. Which didn’t help his case at all.
So, he tried to keep distance. Motel three times a week became once a week, then one every two weeks and so on. He always watched you though, from where he sat on the barstool in that shitty local pub.
He watched you go out with your girlfriends to get over him. Watched when you tried to move on. But he really couldn’t just watch when you looked at a guy your age with sparkling eyes. Thats when he figured nope, you are his and his only.
He listened to his heart for once this time, taking a gulp of his beer and confidently walking over. Then, pressing a kiss on your shoulder “Ready to go, doll?” He asked, you were confused, but you nodded anyway. You weren’t even that interested in the guy, he just had biceps. Nothing could compare to Shane’s ones though. And he smelled better, in a weird musky way.
You two were sat in his car, infront of the motel. “Shane, why are we here again? After all of this?” You said, your eyes fixated on the glowing light. Shane shrugged, a little sheepish. Not knowing how to reply. “I live in the forest, doll. Where else am i supposed to take you?” He said, turning to face you. Reaching over to squeeze your thigh so you could look at him.
“Thats not what i meant. I meant why are we in this situation again, shane? You ghosted me. And now you’re back like some dog?” Your brows furrow, crossing your arms. Shane didn’t like how you looked at him. Not with that sweet smile and sparkling eyes like you used to look, even after he had just used you night after night.
“..Ghosted?” Shane blinked, his hand instinctively going higher on your thigh and you not so instinctively slap it off. “Ghosting, ignoring, acting like i dont exist, whichever is in your dictionary, shane.” You groan, annoyed with having to explain ghosting to him on top of all of this.
“I want to try.. and be what you want. Seeing you with that guy, made me realize that.” Shane said, acting so out of character for once. Not even trying to find middle ground, he just wanted to be on your ground.
“I dont want you to be what i want-.. never mind scratch that what does that entail exactly?” You asked, changing your words very quickly.
“I dont know, anything you want. I can be like a proper boyfriend or something. I’ll get an apartment? I cant move that far away from the forest but i’ll try. For you.” He said, meaning every single word literally.
Seeing that guy must’ve shaken him up, poor thing. “Huh, okay then be what i want.” You hummed happily, a glint in your eyes. You wanted to see how far you could take it with him.
“Really? Thats it? No other bullshit?” He asked confused, waiting for the catch. He didn’t even think he’d win you back(?) over.
“Uh huh. I wanna do the whole dating thing, drive to the diner.” You nodded your head sweetly, leaving shane to drive to the diner skeptically. Sneaking his hand back on your lower thigh this time, but end up lacing your fingers with his.
You slid into the red leather booth across from Shane, reaching to take the menu on the table. Happily eyeing over the options. Pretending not to notice Shane watching you over his menu.
“Are you guys ready to order?” A girl in a red lined apron said beside your table. Tilting her head to the side, flipping open her little notebook. “I’ll have.. the cheeseburger with a side of fries. And a diet coke please.” You said sweetly, “and for you.. sir?” The girl turned to Shane, who was watching you closely before looking at her. “Make that two and a beer.” He said and girl nodded and walked off. Leaving you two be.
“You really like beer, huh?” You teased lightly, and his lips curled upwards a little. Not annoyed at all, unlike his usual demeanor. “Yeah, im fond.” He nodded, leaving you to mimic his nod. “What are we doing after this?” Shane asked, drumming his fingers on the table. “Why, eager to get me back at the motel?” You tilt your head.
“No, i thought we could like.. walk or something.” He shook his head, and you were so confused on how unlike him he was being. “Shane are you on drugs?” You blurt out, his eyes widening. “What- no? Baby. I wouldnt be a man if i did that beside you.”
“So you would do it if you werent beside me?” You hum, edging him. “No, thats not what i meant either-“ suddenly the waitress is back with two identical plates with cheeseburger and fries. Giving a plate to you first then to Shane. “Your drinks will be over in a second” she said, skipping back to wherever she came from.
“Thanks for bringing me home.” You said, infront of your apartment building. Fishing out your keys from your purse. Shane takes a step closer, planting a hand on your waist, gaining your sweet attention back on him. “You’re welcome.” He murmured huskily. He sounded rough, maybe it was the beer. He did have two at the diner and probably another two or some scotch at the pub earlier in the evening.
“You look sleepy..” you smile, and shane shakes his head. “No, im not.” He said a little too quickly, but you could tell he was from how slowly he blinked. Like he was relishing the feeling of his eyes closed. You couldn’t just let him go ‘home’ like this..
“You have spare clothes in your car?” You say, an offering. An olive branch to let him in a little closer tonight. Shane replied not so quickly this time, nodding.
You two entered your apartment, you took your shoes off first. Greeting your sleepy kitty by the couch by rubbing her tummy a little bit. You notice shane awkardly standing by the couch, backpack slung over one shoulder.
“The bathroom is over there, i’ll set you the couch.” You nod toward the bathroom. Shane nods, disappearing into the bathroom. When he is back out fee minutes later, there were fresh linen tucked on the couch, a pillow and a comforter.
“There is another blanket in the closet, feel free to use the kitchen or the tv or anything.” You reassure him, you couldn’t help it. He was usually so rough big and mean it was really nice to be able to baby him and him letting you. Though you did miss the big rough mean man, you couldnt help but grow fond over this one as well.
“Okay.. goodnight.” He said, kissing your temple then jaw.
You didn’t know why you thought Shane would sleep on the couch the whole night. Your point was proven when you woke up to Shane in bed with you. And he somehow looked to disturbed in his sleep like he was sleeping on spikes instead of your new soft mattress and feather pillows.
The whole plot is so weird ik i had a dream about exactly this so thats why some places dont really just add up sorry he is pretty ooc in here but i like mean rough men being cat spilled milk
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