Books and Prince Charming’s (S.M. Fic)
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AN: I’m thinking of continuing The Rapture, but for the time being I may post some small drabbles to fill the void! Just a short, cute fic to fill the days! No warnings! Because I love a fully college Shawn
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(Word Count: 1728)
Books and Prince Charming’s
The university library had always seemed to amaze (Y/N). It’s tall, curved, grand ceilings that showcased glass art in multicolored arrays. The beautiful curve and sling of each and every little crevasse of wood that was carved along the sides of the tall bookcases, creating intricate designs and murals for all to see. The room itself was a dark old oak color that seemed like enchanted wood, one which (Y/N) often fantasized about, dreaming that it was cut from a forest beyond her world.
The library never seemed too busy, which is why she loved the building. There were no fussy sorority sisters, no buzzing groups of friends that seemed to scream every second of their time, and defiantly no incompetent fraternity boys creating havoc for (Y/N) to clean up endlessly for hours.
(Y/N) stood placing books from a cart carefully on the row of bookshelves, both from and in back of her, creating a protective shield. She hummed to herself, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and drummed her fingers on a blue tightly bound book and then slipped it into its matching bookshelf puzzle piece. She ran her fingers along the bottom of each spine, feeling the thick paper and leather covers of each book that sat in front of her. A finger tapped on her shoulder, lifting her out of the dreamy state and snapping her back to reality, just as her alarm clock did this morning.
“Sorry,” the voice said. “Could you help me with something?”
(Y/N) turned around, coming in contact with a strong chest. She blinked and squeaked, her hands pushing out.
“Oh,” the boy rushed, his hands catching under her arms, pulling her away from the bookshelf that she so ungracefully was about to fall into. “Sorry, again.” He laughed slightly.
She looked up and felt herself grow extremely nervous. He was handsome, tall, strong from what she now happily smacked right into, and his eyes, dreamy was an understatement. Perhaps her daydreams and books were coming true. She silently prayed hard to a falling star somewhere in the world.
“Uh, yeah, sorry. What is it that you need?” She stumbled over her words like a penguin learning to fly. He smiled, dare she say shyly. Her insides fluttered, and she realized butterflies really did swarm in stomachs.
“I’m looking for this book,” he took out his phone from his jean pocket and pressed his finger down, swiping through then handing her the device. On the screen showed a picture of a large book, titled something in Latin, and (Y/N) knew just the book. She smiled and nodded.
“Oh yea! We have that down near the back,” she smiled and walked away from the cart. The boy followed after her, like a duckling to his mother.
“So,” he spoke up beside her as they walked down the middle isle of the library. Students of all sorts sat at tables, their green marble desk lights alight, studying for beginning of the year exams. “You’re a student here?”
She looked to the side and smiled lightly. “Yeah.” He nodded and smiled. “You, uh, work here at the library.” She laughed and nodded slowly.
He chuckled a little, looking down and scratching the back of his neck, running his fingers through his soft brown hair. (Y/N) blushed for an unknown reason other than the fact that he was just so handsome.
“What’s your name,” she questioned, turning down a row of bookshelves.
He quickly stepped closer to her, tugging slightly at the neck of his light blue short-sleeve university shirt. “Shawn,” he smiled. “Yours?”
“(Y/N),” she beamed. He looked at her with interest, with eyes that seemed to dissect her. She blushed pink and turned around towards the books for social cover, bending down and reading the names. She felt his eyes on her, and she could swear she was on fire, or maybe that was just her knees.
“Here!” She smiled to herself and slid the book out of the shelf, standing up. She slightly wavered, feeling dizzy. She regretted not eating breakfast this morning.
Shawn moved behind her and grabbed hold of her sides, steading her from falling on top of him. She stood for a moment, opening her eyes and blinking slightly, then turned slowly in his hands. She looked up at him, faces inches apart. ‘Movies really do come true’ she though with a bursting heart.
“Do you tend to fall often?” He said with a lopsided boyish grin. She felt heat slam around her body and she shook her head.
“Not usually,” she said with a half-smile, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and in her black hair clip. “Here’s your book, all ready for check out.”
He took the book awkwardly from her hands, not stealing his gaze from hers. She walked back down the aisle, feeling her fingers burn with nervousness. She glided up to the librarian desks and logged in the computer, pushing the books to the side and taking out the tan piece of noting paper and a pencil. Shawn moved up to the desk, placing the book down in front of him. She took the book, looking up from her eyelashes every so often to steal a glance, noticing he watched her the whole time with a soft smile on his face. Her cheeks burned so much she thought she would never have to wear blush again.
“Hey, um, are you by any chance bus—” Shawn began, but was interrupted by a group of three boys, slapping their arms around him and all smiling wide.
“Shawn-y boy!” One laughed, rubbing the back of Shawn’s head, messing up his curly hair that (Y/N) so badly wanted to run her hands through. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. The boys have the whole house kicked up the game after-party.”
(Y/N) looked down awkwardly at the computer and typed quietly. She scanned the book and slid it in front of Shawn’s fingers. He looked up at her and sighed. One of the other boys eyed Shawn, then lifted his gaze dramatically to (Y/N).
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” The one smirked and punched Shawn on the shoulder. “Now we know why it took Mr. Shawn a billion years to get a book.”
(Y/N) looked to the side of the desk, avoiding Shawn’s eye contact. She coughed slightly, feeling intense mortification grow in her stomach. Shawn tried to speak, but the boys pulled him away. He grabbed the book, letting himself be sauntered away from (Y/N), who stood at the desk alone, watching him walk away.
It was about three days after that shift when (Y/N) saw Shawn again. She was walking along the university greens, the tall, old, brown brick buildings glowed against the setting sun and she tugged the light blue knitted sweater by the satin tie around her waist. She couldn’t wait to be back the apartment, sitting happily on the couch watching a scary movie with her pet.
As she was walking, a body smacked into the side of her and she yelped, dropping her purse. Sighing, she bent down, pushing her black glasses up her nose and kneeling to the ground.
“Holy shit, I’m sorry!” (Y/N) looked up, that familiar calming voice blinking in her memories.
He looked up from the ground and suddenly smiled brightly. “(Y/N)!”
She grinned softly and picked up her belonging, throwing them in her bag. He held her arms while pulling her to her feet.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” he laughed. She giggled and nodded, brushing off her pants.
“How are you?” She questioned. He tucked his hands in his jean pockets and shrugged.
“Ok, I guess. Hey, I wanted to apologize about last time, at the library. My friends, they’re uh, kind of obnoxious.”
(Y/N) half smiled and sighed. “It’s ok.”
Shawn chuckled a little, looking at his feet, then back to her eyes, moving closer to her. “You have something in—,” he moved his hand to her hair, pulling out a crispy green leaf. “There.”
He let his hand slightly brush her ear, hesitated, then pushed her hair behind her ear and slowly moved his hand. She stood, shocked, body zipping with bees and excitement. Her face heated and she laughed breathlessly.
“Hey, I was actually wondering,” he flicked the leaf to the ground and shifted on his feet. “I was actually coming back from the library, because I thought you were working, but you weren’t, which is why I’m here…” he started rambling slightly, which made her laugh sweetly. He looked up and pressed his palm to the back of his neck. He flexed his arm slightly, his blue hockey jersey complementing him so well, (Y/N) felt like fainting just so he could catch her.
“You wanna go to my fraternity party tonight? I was going ask you at the library, if you wanted to, uh, be my date.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened and she hesitated. She had never been to a fraternity party before, and she knew how many of them went. But, when would she get another opportunity to be with Shawn Charming as a date. She knew that shooting star was smacking her in the face.
Shawn’s eyes widened as though he wasn’t expecting her to say that. “Really?”
“Yeah,” she smiled, walking back down the path. He followed with haste behind her. “But I’m warning you, I’ve never been to a frat party before.”
Shawn nodded quickly. “That’s ok! It’ll be fun. I’ll pick you up at eight.” He started to walk backwards from her, then stopped, remembering to get her phone number.
She laughed, pulling his hand out and taking a pen from her bag. He watched her with warmth in his eyes, like a child waiting for candy. She wrote her phone number on his palm, then curved his finger’s inwards.
“Call me,” she smiled, walking away. She felt herself wanting to explode like a firework in the sky. She was proud of herself, for getting out of her shell, for actually walking away before he did. She wanted to stamp a gold star on her chest and sing to the world. But instead, she only smiled, and walked down the path, feeling Shawn watch her from behind. She had a party to get ready for.