♔ and ♗ and ♟ (shhh love me boo)
♔ My muse finding your muse wearing their clothes.
Shawn groaned when Avenly came out of her shower clad in only his bagging, Bridgewood Boxing hoodie. “You know, I have to wear that before matches.” he told her, as though he hadn’t informed her of this a thousand times before. “I was cold.” Avenly insisted, sweetly. She just gave him that look of innocence that Shawn couldn’t ignore, and he shook his head. She somehow always got her way with him; Shawn needed to work on that. “Fine, just for tonight!” He told her, rolling his eyes at the big smirk on her lips.
♟ My muse patching up a wound your muse had gotten / ♗ Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap.
The moment that Avenly walked into Shawn’s room that night, he knew that something had to be done about her work. Her eye was bloody and swollen from being hit, her lip was cut, and she had bruises every place he looked. The anger quickly passed and a wave of sadness rushed over him as he got up to wrap his arms around her. “Ssh, c’mere.” Shawn sighed, letting her cry into him. He held her for a few moments before leading her over to his bed. During the last few months, Shawn has invested in a first aid kit. It got used from time to time after Avenly would get home, but never like this. Shawn walked back over to his bed and got to work, washing her wounds and getting everything bandaged. By the time he was finished, they were both mentally and physically exhausted. Shawn quickly packed up the case and set it down on the ground, leaving his lap open. Avenly saw the opening and laid her head down, soon falling asleep. Shawn didn’t sleep that night, he just sat, running his hands through her hair, wondering how anyone could ever hurt someone so special.
