And one will come to end us,
And one will bring his fall.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the Chosen One at all.
It seems like Snow would be better suited for it.
After all, he’s from this rich, posh background- his family has been one of the most powerful wizarding families around for centuries. He’s always outfitted in fancy suits and his elocution is flawless and he’s smart as a whip. He’s acing every class, and I can’t even get my fucking wand to work. He’s got so much emotion in him, so much care- I wonder how someone can care that much about everything without imploding. He never tries to put up a front about who he is- Simon Snow is an open book.
Simon Snow is an open book, and on the pages are written every way possible to hate my guts.
It’s not like I ever did anything to him (well, I did push him down the stairs once- but that was an accident). (I only meant to get in a good punch).
He walks into our room with a plate full of scones and tosses one at me. “Eat something, Basil. If you waste away to nothing, my day will be significantly less annoying, and we couldn’t have that.”
“Don’t be such an insufferable prat,” I snap, but I take the scone because let’s face it, the scones here are fantastic, and also I haven’t left the room in two days. The last time I went off, I destroyed the entire Politickal Science room, and the Mage suggested (ordered) that I take a few days off.
“Then don’t be such a hermit. Merlin knows that you’d have starved by now if it wasn’t for me.” With that, he takes to stuffing his face over his desk. It’s almost impressive, how quickly he finishes six scones. Mesmerizing.
“You’re staring, Pitch.”
I turn away. I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks, but I’m hoping it’s not noticeable- it rarely is, with my dark skin, but the light is pretty bright and he’s looking right at me with a white-hot gaze.
“It’s not my fault you eat like a wild dog. One would think your manners would be better, for someone of such high status.”
Simon snorts. “And one would think you’d be less miserable, for someone everyone adores. ‘Baz Pitch, the Chosen One, the greatest Mage in ten generations, he has such pretty eyes, oh, he’s such a gentleman-’.” He stops, his face contorted in disgust. “They talk about you like you’re the bloody queen.”
I flip through my book, trying to ignore him, but the tension is rolling between us like waves. “At least they talk about me. No one here gives a rat’s ass about you, and you know it. You’re the kind of person only a mother could love- except oops, I forgot. You don’t have one of those anymore.” I can feel the atmosphere change, and I know it was a low blow. As it comes out of my mouth, I know it’s a step too far, more than toeing the line- I’m jumping across it. But I can’t back down now. Simon’s cheeks color quicker than I’ve ever seen, a sharp contrast against his greyish skin. He sweeps the desk clear in a sudden gesture, and when the plate clatters to the floor and smashes, I jump backwards. He stalks towards me, murder in his eyes.
“If it wasn’t for the anathema,” he growls, teeth bared, “I would rip you open and put your innards on display in the dining hall.” I don’t doubt the truth in his statement one bit. For a second I’m afraid, though I’d never admit it. I focus on keeping my carefully-practiced mask of indifference.
“I’d like to see you try,” I say back in a measured tone. Simon whirls away from me and towards the door.
“Don’t you ever. Ever. Talk about my mother again.” And he leaves, slamming the door behind him.
It’s been dark for two hours before I start worrying. Simon is usually back by now, to feign sleep at the very least before sneaking out and draining rats in the catacombs (though Penny insists he’s just visiting the graves down there). (I don’t believe it for a second. The boy’s a vampire. It’s plain to see). I pull on a jacket and sneak down the stairs and past the other rooms.
The cold air hits me like a smack to the face the second I open the door. It’s a windy night, and though it’s dark the moon is shining bright, giving everything a blue-white glow that makes me uneasy. A little voice in the pit of my stomach called guilt is screaming at me. If Simon isn’t okay, then it’s all my fault for pissing him off in the first place.
Though no one can hear me, I make my footsteps quiet anyway. It’s creepy on the Watford grounds at night. I summon my sword in a whispered voice and keep it down by my waist. Just in case.
I’m relieved when I see the catacombs. Something about being underground is less frightening, even though I can hear the echo of every creature scurrying in the dark. I don’t dare summon a flame- I’d probably blow the whole place up, knowing my luck.
After a few minutes of walking, Simon’s figure comes into view. He’s sitting with his back against the stone, head lolled over. I’ve never seen him like this. Usually when I watch him in the catacombs, he’s in and out as quickly as possible, with lithe, agile movements that I can barely follow. He seems to have his guard down now, and the wrinkle between his eyebrows is gone, which only happens in his sleep.
He looks innocent. Without the layers of cunning and plotting, Simon Snow is almost… Pretty.
I don’t even remember when I started moving, but soon I’m a lot closer to him than I’ve ever been in the catacombs. There’s something about the way he looks when he’s asleep that makes me feel like it’s safe to approach (a stupid thought, of course- he’s a fucking vampire). But still I inch forward, until I’m a mere three or four feet from him. He doesn’t stir.
I can’t see him too clearly. There are magical lanterns scattered through the catacombs, the kind that never go out, but there are none right here. A soft yellow glow lights the space, with just enough to make out Snow’s general appearance. I’ve been too fixated on his face, on the soft lines of it, that it takes me a minute to notice the blood.
It’s smeared all down the front of his shirt and his mouth, which hangs agape. Two gleaming white fangs poke out from his plump lips, normally so grey, dyed red from the blood that covers him.
I should be afraid. I should be running. I should be telling the Mage. But all I can think is the dumbest thought that’s ever crossed my mind- He’s always been a messy eater.
I make a small sound, something like a gasp, but it’s enough. Simon pops one eye open, then flinches backwards when he recognizes me. He tries in vain to wipe up some of the blood on his face with his hands, but only manages to smear it. I stand, stalk-still, shocked, while he frantically backs away, scurries like a spider. I hold up my hands in what I hope looks like a gesture of peace, but his eyes only widen in fear, and that’s when I realize- my sword. I have my sword draw. Snow thinks I’m about to kill him!
Muttering the incantation to get rid of the sword, I try to look encouraging. It dissipates into thin air. He looks less unnerved, but still confused.
“W-why…” It’s not the first time I’ve heard him stutter, he does it often when he’s overwhelmed. “Why don’t you just kill me? You’ve gotten what you wanted, haven’t you? All the reason in the world to rid the world of me, and still be a goddamn hero.“
It’s true. This is the moment. We’ve always known that one of us would be the death of the other. It’s been an inevitable thing, like snowfall in the winter. But something here is wrong. Something in Simon’s voice is like nails on a chalkboard- he’s practically begging for it, whining like a dog.
“Do it. End this. Have your golden life.” He sticks his neck out like an animal ready for slaughter, and the pleading in his voice sounds so genuine I want to be sick.
“I can’t. I won’t. I would never.” The words tumbling out of my mouth don’t make any sense, not even to me. Of course I can, of course I would! That’s how this has to end, after all.
But Simon deserves better.
Simon deserves better than a bloody death in a quiet cave, where rats will eat his body before I tell anyone what befell him. He deserves better than a private end, where he’ll have no chance to be saved. He deserves people to be able to look upon him as he falls and see what is right and what is wrong- he doesn’t deserve this place, with the dark and the cold, to keep all my dirty secrets.
He doesn’t deserve to value himself so little that he begs me to end his life.
Simon’s head sags to his chest in defeat. “I can’t do this anymore, Baz,” he whispers, and he sounds like a little child. Like he’s on the brink of tears. I can’t see his eyes, and I’m glad I can’t, because that kind of sentiment from someone like Simon, who never gives up, comes with sorrow that could kill you just to witness. “I’m done hiding from myself.”
“What are you hiding?” The voice I hear when I speak is not my own, at least not when I’m talking to Simon. It’s softer and it sounds- it sounds like someone who cares.
I do care. I shouldn’t, but I do.
“What am I not?” It’s a sentence that could be angry, but Simon just sounds tired. Tired and done. “I’m ready now. I’ve been ready for a while.” He sniffles. “I’d rather it was you than me.”
“Simon…” The word is foreign on my lips, but ‘Snow’ just feels so wrong here. So impersonal. “I…”
“If you don’t kill me now, then I’ll set this place on fire and I’ll take us both out. The world doesn’t want that, Baz. The world can’t stand to lose you. No one needs me. You said it yourself. You’ve got your proof- I’m a vampire. I’m a monster. Now, what are you going to do about it?”
And I just want him to stop. I just want him safe in our room being a git, shoving his face full of scones and yelling at me for taking too long in the bathroom fixing my hair and opening the window when I’m not paying attention. I don’t know what I want, but it isn’t this. I don’t know anything anymore. Everything feels cold and hot at the same time, and Simon is down on his knees and it’s wrong, it’s wrong for someone this proud to be this broken.
I don’t know who initiated it, or how I got close enough, but suddenly, Simon’s ice-cold, blood soaked lips are on mine and it’s not a bad feeling. It’s slippery and it tastes like sucking on a penny, and my hands are in his curls and his are crawling their way up the hem of my shirt and I’m crying, he’s crying, we’re both crying-
“I love you, Basil,” he mutters against my lips, and I have a half second to be grossed out by the fact that I’m practically licking rat blood from the inside of his mouth before he pulls me back into the kiss. His arms are strong, stronger than they should be even with his broad shoulders (which I’ve always been rather envious of, in truth) and I know that even if I wanted to get away, I couldn’t.
Strangely, I don’t. Strangely, there’s no place I would rather be right now.
Even stranger- Snow is the one who breaks the kiss first.
“You kissed me,” I breathe in wonder. I feel as though my eyes have glazed over, like I’m drunk or high or floating… Or something.
“No, you kissed me,” Simon replies, the furrow replacing itself in between his brows. I reach over and press the tip of my pinky finger into it, smoothing it out.
“You look prettier without that wrinkle,” I murmur, not sure what I’m saying, and lean in so our noses and foreheads are touching.
“You look prettier when you aren’t being an asshole,” he retorts, and gives me a light peck on the lips. It doesn’t match the statement, being as gentle as it is. I laugh a bit.
“Let’s get you home and cleaned up,” I say, standing (much to Simon’s dismay) and pulling him to his feet. He slings his arm around my waist and I put mine around his shoulders. After a moment of hesitation, I continue. “You love me?” Simon considers, then nods.
"You love me,” he says, not a question. I nod anyway, to prove it to myself.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you for pushing me down the stairs,” he says after a long while, and I laugh.
“It also doesn’t mean I forgive you for getting blood all over my favorite pajama shirt.”
“Didn’t figure.” He sounds exhausted. The bags under his eyes speak for him.
I kiss the top of his head on a whim, and he seems surprised by the tenderness of the gesture (I kind of am, too).
“This feels like a beginning,” he whispers, so quiet I almost miss it.
This lil fic is a sequel to this lil fic! A huge thank you to @ciceroniantrash for prompting this sequel! Enjoy this jamilton angst, fluff, and everything in-between! ;D <333
Thomas wasn’t sure when they’d passed out. He just knew it was after they’d eaten the Indian food, because the more awake and aware of his surroundings he became, the more he remembered. He especially remembered feeding Alex some of his food when the smaller boy had proven to be too drunk to do it himself. Thomas chuckled to himself. He still couldn’t believe it–– Alexander Hamilton was his boyfriend.
Speaking of his boyfriend, Alexander was starting to stir.
“Mmm,” the smaller boy said sleepily. “Mmmmmm,” he said as he turned to face Thomas. “MmmMMM?” he said upon opening his eyes and taking in Thomas’ grin.
“Hey, sleepy head,” Thomas said, his voice husky.
“What the fuck,” Alex mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. He seemed shocked when Jefferson was still there when he once again opened his eyes. Then he seemed elated, then–– “Why the fuck are you in my bed?” he exclaimed, shuffling away from Jefferson as quickly as he could, which wasn’t very quickly at all thanks to the way the sheets had wrapped around him in the night.
“First of all, we’re in Lafayette’s guest room. Second of all, you invited me over and then made me your boyfriend.”
“Oh my god Angelica let me drink too much,” Alexander groaned, slapping his palm against his forehead, which he clearly regretted, judging by the way he winced.
Just then there was a knock on the door. “Mes amis? Are you, how you say, decent?”
“Of course we are,” Alex shouted, a horrified look crossing his face. “What do you think…” He looked at Jefferson. “Did we…?”
Thomas rolled his eyes. “No. Never on the first date. I’m old fashioned.”
“TMI, Jefferson,” Alexander said with a sigh, flopping back onto the pillow.
“Good morning, mes amis!” Laf said, bursting into the room. “There is some breakfast in the kitchen, and I will be back after a quick walk to the sto––” He looked back and forth between Thomas and Alexander, who had moved to opposite ends of the bed, cross looks on both their faces. “I thought you were boyfriends?”
“HELL NO,” Alexander said, sitting up quickly, groaning as his head throbbed.
“What he said,” Jefferson said much less convincingly.
Lafayette looked back and forth between the two boys for a moment more. Whenever his gaze feel on Thomas, there seemed to be pity present in his eyes. “Hmm, I think mes amis need to work out some, how you say, troubles.” He winked, then quickly leapt toward the door, slamming it shut and clicking the lock in place from the outside. “You will stay in there until you have worked through it all!” Laf called from the other side of the door.
“Let me out of here right now!” Alex yelled.
“Yeah,” Thomas added half-heartedly.
“Non,” Laf said. His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he walked away. Judging by the silence in the house, it seemed as if everyone else was gone, or still sleeping.
“I’ll just call John and ask him to unlock it,” Alex said. He pulled his phone from his pocket and groaned when he saw it was dead. “Fuuuuu––”
“Let’s just do what he says,” Thomas said softly, looking down at his hands.
“Since when have you listened to authority?” Alex quipped.
“Since it locked me in a room,” Thomas deadpanned.
“Your phone! You must have it, right? I know John’s number by heart. I could still call him,” Alex offered.
“I, uh, forgot it in the other room,” Thomas said, scratching the back of his neck.
“Great,” Alex said. “Now what?”
“Well,” Jefferson took a deep breath. He knew it was now or never. He knew that if he wanted to get out of this room with a boyfriend, he better take action. “Why’d you invite me over last night and act all salty until we were making out?”
Alex’s face turned a deep shade of red. Thomas couldn’t help but smirk at how flustered he’d gotten the other boy.
“I-I was drunk!” Alex said quickly, refusing to meet Jefferson’s eyes.
“They say alcohol is a truth serum.”
“We’ll they’re full of bullshit, clearly,” Alexander mumbled.
“You seemed pretty enthusiastic about kissing me last night.”
“You could’ve been a moldy sock for all I knew. Like I said, I was drunk.”
A moldy sock. Thomas didn’t want to let on how much that one hurt, so he swallowed hard, and pushed forward. If he really had no chance with Alex, well, he was going to damn well make sure before walking away.
“I would be a very clean sock,” Thomas said.
“That is what you focus on here? Ugh!” Alex exclaimed. “Hey, wait a minute…” Alex turned to Thomas and for the first time all morning, they locked eyes for longer than two seconds. “You weren’t drunk,” Alex whispered.
“Wh-what?” Thomas said, quickly breaking eye contact.
“Yeah, you just had that stuffy wine that Laf likes. And you still made out with me. Explain?”
“Oh my fucking god you’re just as annoying in bed as you are in debate club,” Thomas quipped.
“Stop avoiding the question!”
“Technically it wasn’t a question.” Thomas wasn’t sure why he was antagonizing Alex, especially when he liked him so damn much. He chalked it up to habit. Old habits die hard, as they say.
“You know what I mean,” Alex said.
“Fine. I kissed you because I like you. There, happy? Now you can make fun of me for the rest of eternity.” Thomas shut his eyes and crossed his arms. “And tell Laf to open the damn door, unless you have something to sa––”
Alex’s lips were on his before he could finish the sentence. There was no hesitation. No malice. Thomas couldn’t believe it. Hadn’t Alex just been denying anything had happened between them?
Alex smiled at Thomas once he pulled away. Thomas just looked at him, clearly bewildered.
“Okay, fucking explain yourself, Hamilton,” he said.
Alexander laughed, falling back on the pillow, a dreamy look in his eyes. “I was afraid you were tricking me or something. I was drunk, you know, Thomas,” he said with a wink. “And I wasn’t sure if you were, too, at first, until I remembered the wine.”
“So you do like me?” Thomas asked.
Alex leaned up and kiss him again. “Does that answer it?”
“Um, yeah,” Thomas said breathily.
Just then, the lock unclicked and three people tumbled in through the doorway.
“YOU OWE ME, HERC!” Angelica hollered.
“Goddamnit, Ham!” Herc shouted. “You can’t even last ten minutes!”
Alexander shrugged, a grin spreading across his face. “You should’ve learned that by now.” He looped an arm over Thomas’ shoulder.
“Can you get off of me, mes amis?” Laf asked from the floor, where he was pinned underneath Herc and Angelica.
They scrambled off of him and Herc begrudgingly slapped ten dollars into Angie’s palm.
“Where’s John?” Alex asked.
“Sleeping off his hangover,” Angelica said. “He’ll be out a while still. Poor thing is such a lightweight and has no idea when to stop,” she said with a chuckle.
“Well, you guys can leave again,” Alex said cheerily.
“Don’t you want breakfast?” Herc asked.
“Later,” Alex said, turning to Jefferson. “I have some making up–– or should I say out–– to do.”
Summary: A fic based off of the Fighter MV in an alternate universe where things go insane and yet the only thing that seems realistic is the love you hold for that one person.
DISCLAIMER: This story is completely made up. It touches on the subject of mental illnesses slightly, but not those that we know in our life. All illnesses are completely made up by me and are not real. I do not mean to offend anyone and please inform me if I do.
It was as if the rooms were painted white and lit brightly to combat the insanity that was bursting in the minds of those who resided here. With every window you passed, you were met with a new face. Some of them looked dazed, others looked confused, and many looked hopeless.
“This is our final room.” the psychiatrist that was showing you around the mental institute said. You peered through the glass and this time, instead of there being one patient, there were two. A head of dark hair was on the bed, the boy’s eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. The second patient was sat on the floor, leaning back against the bed, head tucked between his knees.
Before you could ask, the doctor answered the question ringing in your mind. “Hyungwon and Minhyuk. They’re the only patients here sharing a room. They refuse to be separated and whenever we tried to put them in different rooms, they turned chaotic.“
You averted your gaze back to the boy on the bed as you nodded, the words she had mentioned travelling through every crevice of your brain. Staring at him, you bit your lip in thought. Slowly, his head turned and his eyes fluttered open, immediately making eye contact with you. His eyes were of the deepest shades of brown, no emotion swimming within them. Just as the doctor turned her back to the glass, he mouthed to you, "Help me”.
he’d be all fixed up and really nervous to ask you to be his grill and then you’re just like ‘hoe why r u dressed so nicely and why r u sweating so much??'
then he just says it like “Y/N I really like you and dknsksnsowbdibe” and you’re all chill and when he calms down you two talk and boom you’re dating
OR it’d go like
“hey y/n do you wanna see a magic trick?!"
"poof you’re now my girlfriend"
tbh I see it going both ways
-anyways omfg it’d be so fucking fun
he’d tease you a lot how cute
-he knows where to stop and he’s actually really soft for you
like he’d always check up on you when he’s out of the country like five minutes later ring ring oh look it’s him again asking if you washed up yet
and the same with him whenever you’re gone you always check on him and ask him how he’s doing and it’s just cUtE
he’s really soft for you like he wants you to be happy all the time and doesn’t want you to be sad ever
-but at the same time
"you’re such a bitch y/n"
"thank you Hae"
it’s such a playful relationship
you two are best friends like you do everything together and make fun of each other and just have a lot of fun
"y/n come here I have a secret to tell you"
"What do you want this time"
he leans in real close and then burps into your ear
but it’s all good cause you burp louder
he probably texts you at 3 am just to make fun of something you said before
imagine accidentally sleeping on his shoulder and him just worrying not knowing what to do but doesn’t move cos he doesn’t want to wake you
and then then he falls asleep after taking pictures to tease you
but the members take pictures of you two and they make fun of you
denies the fact that he likes it, but when you say you won’t do it again he says to do it again lol
he cAnt even beleaf he’s dating you like he’d think you’re an angel and that you own the world or smth
whenever you two fight over dumb shit he’s all like "are we done fighting” and ur just like “ya” and then you’re all good
you two never really fight over anything serious because when one of you guys make a mistake you two own up to it and apologize
like the most serious thing that probably happened was him getting upset you didn’t tell him something first
tbh he just really wants to be number one and wants to be lof by you
like trust is the biggest thing to him and you two would nEVER DO ANYTHING TO HURT EACH OTHER
when you visit him when he’s practicing he takes a break and you two sit and he talks about what he did at practice and even though he’s sweating you still get close to him
-and then someone would yell “Lee DongHyuck get your ass over here stop making out"
He’d get upset but you’d stay to watch them practice
after he’s done getting clean and you two go out sometimes (more like all the time you visit) and he’s so happy to treat you and you’re like
"STOP WASTING MONEY ON MY I GOT A JOB FOR A REASON HOe"
then he’d say "save your money for our wedding day"
Youd shut up lmao because you’re so embarrassed like who says that y'all only 16 or smth
but you like it
you would scream whenever you two pass by any clothes store and want to buy everything but have no money and you leave before he tries to buy it for you
y'all so soft and nice yet hate each other you kno??? Like it’s so nice to be around him and you think you’re not enough but to him you’re so much more than enough you can look at him and he’d be like ilysm
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Not three days after their removal from nationals, Palmetto State received visitors from Edgar Allan. Chins held high, lips curled distastefully, the visitors were none other than the Raven’s coach and his nephew, and an entorage of fans, reporters and muscle men.
The majority of Foxes, gathered in the girl’s room for an evening with booze and movies, didn’t know about it until the window pane rattled, the glass cracked, shattered, and when everyone crowded closer to figure out what the hell had happened, a boy’s tiny voice carried from the field to their dorm, “Whoa! Aren’t those the Ravens?”
The window wasn’t forgotten. But all of them - all minus Andrew and Kevin, all plus Katelyn and two other Vixens - raced out to see what their rivals were doing on their home turf. After the incident with the cars, they didn’t want to take any chances. They weren’t expecting a crowd to block access to their own stadium. They took the back route, punching in the keycode and beeling for the locker room. At the end, Wymack’s office was lit; through glass windows, the Foxes took in the sight of Tetsuji and Wymack in mid-discussion, the latter rigid and the former aloof.
Down the way, the heavy door to the court creaked open. Aaron watched it while the others debated what the Coaches could possibly have to discuss. Part of him was disbelieving, but he couldn’t disbelieve what happened in front of his eyes. Maybe, he thought, the hinges were growing old and imbalanced. Maybe a draft had swung it open.
“Who are you?”
“Americas Greatest Pop Star”
OMFG I’VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER TO DRESS/Cosplay @probablyfakeblonde oc Reala!! I relate to her so much omfg it was so much fun ;w; (also I made it a little more spooky for the Halloween feel) Thanks for letting me cosplay her!!
May I please request a vacation with Shawn imagine
Note: not my gif,m vacationing with Shawn seems so much fun omfg.
Lately, you had been stressed out - you were dealing with family affairs and school and not having the time to see your boyfriend.
However, it was all worth it when Shawn came over to your house one day and told you that he and you (plus John, of course) were going to take a little vacation. He wouldn’t tell you where you were going, until you two had arrived at the receiving airport…20 hours later.
“Thank you for flying Air Canada and we hope you enjoy your stay here in Sydney, Australia.”
Your eyes dart to Shawn as he’s trying not to smile too hard.
“Australia…Shawn, you took me to freaking Australia?!”
He shrugs slightly, “you deserved it.”
You cannot believe this man that you love, oh so much.
As you left the airport, you two immediately went straight to the hotel where John promised to follow the two of you if you were going to go somewhere that was extremely populated with high chances of Shawn getting recognized. You knew it was inevitable though, Shawn was going to get recognized with or without John.
“So, where to first my love?” Shawn asks you, kissing your cheek.
You had honestly no idea where you wanted to go, there was so much to do here. However, what you couldn’t do a bunch of times in Canada, was go to the beach.
So, needless to say, you both put your bathing suits on - you taking a t-shirt to put over your suit and grabbed a couple of things that Shawn had packed such as sunscreen and all the essentials.
It was a beautiful day in Sydney; kids were running around with ice cream cones and teenagers were taking selfies with their friends, while others played volleyball or soccer in the sand.
You and Shawn had a beautiful view of the bridge by the beach you were at, making everything feel so surreal.
You laid out some towels in a secure spot, Shawn wanting to go into the ocean with you.
At first, you shook your head - afraid it was going to be too cold, but somehow Shawn persuaded you and you took his hand which hoisted you off of the sand.
Shawn held your hand as you two walked to the water.
“Shawn, you go first.” You say, wanting to know if it was cold before you go tin.
“What?” Shawn raises an eyebrow at you. “That’s not how this works, Y/N.”
“Yes, it is.” You say stubbornly, “you go and test out the water and I’ll stay right here.”
Shaw tilts his head, rolling his eyes.
“Fine, but if it’s not cold, you have to come in with me.”
He sticks his hand out for you to shake and you do so, watching him walk the six steps to the ocean, then going knee deep.
“Is it cold?”
Shawn rushes back to where you are as you slowly get closer and closer to the water.
“It’s not that bad.” He says, tugging your hand to follow him into the water.
“Are you sure?” You ask, following him more and more towards the water.
“Babe,” Shawn stops, “would I lie to you?”
“I don’t know.” You mumble.
But, before you know it, you’re squealing as you’re fully emerged in the cold water. As you come up for air, Shawn is laughing way too hard for his good.
“Shawn, how could you?!” You playfully pout, feeling betrayed. “It’s so cold.” You chatter and he swims over to you, hugging you close to his bare chest.
“I’m sorry babe, I just had to.” He laughs, getting the wet hair out of your face.
“You suck.” You say, nuzzling against his chest as his skin warms yours up (as well as the Australian sun, thank you).
“Come on, let’s go dry off.” Shawn says, smiling as he takes your hand in his.
The rest of the day was spent by you two taking cute pictures and getting some ice cream, before heading back to your hotel to shower before you two go to dinner - with John, of course.
There was a very cute restaurant that you and Shawn had passed while coming back from the beach, telling him that you two should go there for dinner. He agreed, mentioning how good the menu looked as you two looked at the menu they posted outside.
The evening here in Sydney was warm, but there was a slight breeze, creating a comforting setting outside. So, you two decided it would be a great idea to sit outside and take in the beautiful night.
John had canceled on you two, just asking if you would bring him back something to eat as he was getting together with a few friends if you two were okay with it and didn’t need him. You both told him to go enjoy himself and ask him what he wanted before you two ordered.
“Is Australia everything and more?” Shawn asks, scooting his chair closer to the table.
“Shawn, you know, I would’ve been happy with even heading to freaking Nova Scotia. You didn’t need to take me all the way to Australia.” You scoff, not believing that his first idea was to bring you to Australia.
“I just wanted you to have the ultimate vacation and have you relax, far, far away from whatever was bugging you. You know that I would do anything for you, right?” Shawn looks at you intensely, his words coming out in a loving tone.
“I do,” you respond. “And I would do anything for you, but seriously, thank you, for this.”
“Anything for your stress free happiness, baby.” He smiles, leaning over the table to kiss you.