No Ratings Needed (Shawn)
A/N: another request that i was so so happy to do bc it was such a cute idea.
rating: relatively innocent, actually extremely innocent so no need for one!
“Mike, that’s such a stupid system! This is why girls don’t date you!” I grunted, flipping back to the page in my book.
I finally had a day off work and Shawn was in the studio recording the finishing touches to his third album, so I figured I’d just relax and do some cleaning. Those plans were thrown out the window when my longtime friend, Mike, popped up at my front door.
“It’s not my fault they don’t like me. They just don’t know a goof guy when they see one.” Mike huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Baby? I’m back, I finished earlier than expected.” Shawn called, his footsteps getting closer to the living room. “Oh..Hey Mike.” Shawn coughs, walking around the couch and pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Hi babe, how was the studio?” I asked, moving so Shawn could take my spot. I move to the empty space between him and Mike but he pulls me into his lap before I can sit down.
“It was great. So, Mike, exactly why are you here?”
“Shawn!” “What I’m just asking.” He hums, focusing back on Mike.
“No, it’s really no problem, Y/N, but I was dropping in to say hi before I leave for the month.”
“Yeah, we were discussing why women won’t date him.”
“It’s because I rate them—” “On their appearance as if that actually says everything.” I finished for him, shaking my head at his stupidity.
“Hey! I rated you a 6.5 before, so am I really that bad?” He says a little too confidently and I feel my heart deflate.
It’s not that his words mattered that much to me, but shit I thought I was at least an 8? I was finally learning to love myself again and those words didn’t help. It actually made me question if I was really that unattractive. What the hell did he mean by “am I really that bad?” I mean, obviously. “I’m gonna go get something to drink.” I mumble, shuffling my way to the kitchen.
I grab a glass from the cabinet and pull a water from the pantry. I can hear Shawn’s voice all the way from the other side of the apartment. It sounds like he’s whispering with venom laced in every word, but I still hear him too well. Soon, I hear the front door close and Shawn making his way to me in the kitchen.
“Shawn, what’d you say to him?” “Just told him to keep his damn mouth closed if all he’s gonna spread is lies.” He grunts, slipping in between my legs as they dangle from the countertop.
“Well, I m—” “No. Don’t “well, I mean” me. He was wrong and we both know he was. That shit was uncalled for and he was being a dick. You’re not a 6.5, an 8.5, fuck you’re not even a perfect 10.“ My throat itched, trying to refuse the urge to cry.
I didn’t think Shawn’s words would make me feel even worse, but I let him finish speaking anyways and the pent up tears soon faded. “You’ve got some flaws and that’s totally okay because there is no ‘perfect 10.’ I guess, it just matters who you’re enough for.” He sighs, his hands resting against my cheeks. He kisses my forehead before staring me directly in the eyes.
“Hey, no ratings needed here. I love you regardless of whether you’re cute or not solely because your personality isn’t ugly as hell. So, stop worrying about the words of someone that’s not kissing and loving you everyday!” Shawn smiles, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling me off the counter.
He was right. Mike was one of those friends that I’d kept up with for god knows what reason. If he was just gonna shit on my good mood, what was the need for him being around? I just needed who I had here in my arms and soon enough I’d be fine.
i hope you like it hon!!
y'all can always drop some requests in my box. i’m open to different ideas guys