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ralvezfanatic · 6 months

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Kiss me! Kiss me!! Kiss me again!!!

Spencer Reid x Tall Male!Reader

Garcia steps out to go buy food, leaving Reader and a tired, annoyed and definitely not pouty, Spencer alone for a moment. Unfortunately she forgot something causing her to go back and walk in on the two lovers kissing.

Warnings: Kissing. Being caught. Not really proofread. That's all I can think of, lmk if I missed anything. Reader is taller than Spencer. Whiny Spencer. Sorta OOC

Title stolen off of Kiss Me <3 bc i love Vampyx !!

Word count: 1.2k

"Go on Garcia! It's like..." You check the clock quickly, thinking a second trying to remember the time zones before speaking again.

"...4am in New York!" You finished, wanting Garcia to leave without too much worry.

"3am. It's 3am in New York, the team hasn't called us in a while, and we'll be fine if they do. I'm here! With this genius, we'll be alright for a few hours."

"3am." Spencer mumbled out to correct you.

Garcia looked at you, a smile on her face appreciating your kindness. She stood up, nodding as she finally gave in.

"Okay! You're totally right, lover boy, right right. I can leave for a little, get something to eat quickly." She continued nodding, collecting her things as she talked.

She was hesitant to leave, it was a stressful case, most leads ended up in a dead end. She knew you would be fine if the team needed something, but the stress didn't want to let her go out.

She stopped, wondering if she had everything. "Umm.. yes.. yes?" She listed things off. With a last "yes" she hummed and thanked you again.

"I'll be back soon. I'll bring something for you two, don't worry." She smiled, ruffling your hair.

"Thank you Pen!!" You waved at her, but she was already walking out, her heels clicking with each of her steps. Finally she walks out the door and closes it, leaving you and Spencer alone.

He had injured himself once more, and wasn't allowed on the field for a while so he was left with the tech analysts again. He didn't really mind, spending time with his best friend and boyfriend was not something to be complaining about. He spun a bit in his chair, looking down at the floor, wishing he could go home and sleep. He was tired, uncomfortable and slightly irritated from the case.

You turned to him, watching him move in his chair with a smile on your face finding his movements silly. Even though he was obviously annoyed, he still

"C'mere.." You called to him, rolling your chair closer to him before he even had the chance to move.

You stood up, pulling his arms to make him stand up with you. He looked up, not wanting to stand up but was only met with your pleading eyes.

He sighed and started to stand up slowly, using you as support. You smiled at his compliance, helping him so he doesn't put too much weight on his injury.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You looked down at him, your faces inches apart, a smile on your face.

"Did you make me stand just to stare at me? Or to remind yourself of the small height difference?" Spencer asked you, unamused with the fact he stood for seemingly no reason.

Honestly you didn't know why exactly you made him stand, his questioning made you chuckle though.

"No, of course not." You shook your head and leaned down in an attempt to kiss him.

He blushed and shook his head trying to pull away, or stop you.

"No! We're at work, in your shared little room. It's unprofessional!" He frowned, desperately wanting to give in and just kiss you, but not wanting to be break the rules at work.

"Nobody is going to walk in! It's like.. past 2am, the teams across the country and Garcia just left to buy food, we'll be fine." You insisted, knowing that you two would be safe to kiss.

"No, what if someone else walks in? What if someone comes looking for one of us! What if-".

You quickly cut him off with a kiss, which immediately shut him up. He was still worried, scared someone would walk in, but he didn't do much to pull away from your kissing. Actually, he melted into it quickly, wrapped his arms around your shoulders, both for comfort and support.

You hummed out feeling his arms wrap around you, happy he gave in. You had only meant for it to be a short kiss, but Spencer had let out a small whimper when you pulled away. Now, how could you even think about making your injured boyfriend sad.

You shook your head, a chuckle escaping at his pouty face.

"Thought you said it was unprofessional?" You raised your eyebrow at him, only to be met with furrowed eyebrows and a bigger pout.

"Y/N!" He whined, sounding like a child about to throw a tantrum. You rolled your eyes, leaning down to meet his lips again, but spoke before actually kissing him.

"Don't start stomping your foot now." You laughed before he crashed his mouth into yours, wanting to shut you up from your stupid comments.

He pulled you closer, trying to deepen the kiss which you quickly allowed, turning the supposedly sweet kiss into a small makeout session.

"Hey boy genius and boy genius lover!" Penelope's voice called out from outside, quickly opening the door before either of you could move.

"I forgot my-" She started, the door swinging open and immediately cut herself off seeing you two leaned against the desk.

Spencer quickly broke away from the kiss, but not daring to face her, his face completely red from embarrassment. You looked over at Penelope, cheeks flushed as you continued to hold Spencer by his waist.

"Oh! Am I interrupting, boy.. time..? Sorry sorry.. let me just quickly grab this and leave." She apologized quickly, shuffling in and leaning around the both of you to grab her forgotten item.

She backed up, patting Spencer on his shoulder before she walked out. "Didn't think you had it in you Spencer, making out at work!?"

"Derek is not going to believe this.." She giggled before closing the door and leaving.

Spencer cringed at her comment, knowing Derek was going to tease him about this nonstop for the next month (if not more).

He turned his head up, glaring at you as he spoke.

"See! I told you we'd get caught!" He huffed, pulling his arms off your shoulders and looked away from you.

"Well it's not like I was the only one participating in the kiss was I? Or the one who whined when I tried to pull away." You responded, not appreciating how your boyfriend tried to put the blame all on you.

He let out another annoyed huff at your comment, knowing you were right, but obviously he wasn't going to take the blame when he could just continue to put it on you.

"You gave in to the second kiss when you could have easily just stopped."

"Yeah and then deal with your whining and pouty ass the rest of the night?"

"I don't whine!"

You stare at him, eyebrow raised wondering if he seriously believed that.

He did.

"What? I don't pout, or whine! I'm a grown man, not a child.." He said after a couple of seconds of being stared at.

"Mhm.." You hummed out, not wanting to continue with this anymore. Spencer, of course, did not pout at your lack of response.

"Whatever you say Spencer." You chuckled, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.

He let out yet another huff, completely unappreciating your comments about his maturity.

You let go of his waist, allowing him to back away and sit back down, but instead he looked at you as soon as you let go. You looked back down at him, wondering why he wasn't moving back to his chair.

"What?"

He turned around, making sure the door was closed before leaning back and tugging on your shirt to meet your lips once more.

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non-stop-imagines · 5 years

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The New Recruit

Pairing: Quentin Beck x Black!Reader

Word Count: About 3k

Summary: Quentin falls for the new Stark Industries recruit hard and fast.

Warnings: A curse word, Quentin gets mad, not sure if its a FFH spoiler or not, but if you haven't seen it, it might not click; also gets a little steamy at the end

A/N: Okay, so I wrote this in half a day after fervently thinking of the plot at 3am. I can say that this was fun to write and I'm excited to add to the still low collection of Mysterio/Quentin Beck works. Hope you guys like it. Love y'all!💖💛💖💛💖💛

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Masterlist

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"Y/N, can you rush these documents to Frank down the hall, please?" Your supervisor asks, nose deep in her innovation, preparing it to be tested at the Stark Expo that was to take place in less than 3 hours.

"Of course. Would you like me to bring you back anything? Coffee or something?" You stand from where you sat at a workbench and take the file from her hand.

"No thank you. If you want you can get something for yourself, though." She looks up from her machine and smiles. You smile back and nod, leaving the room and being sure to close the door behind you. You begin to quickly make your way down the hallway, flipping through the pages in the file, lightly skimming them. It doesn't take long for you to reach the other scientists office, and after you hand off the files, you decide to make your way to the break room to get coffee. You pull your phone from your back pocket and begin to answer emails on it as you walk to the break room, taking small intermediate glances in front of you to be sure you wouldn't run into anyone. Unfortunately, just as you were getting ready to turn into the room, you bumped fairly hard into another person trying to make their way into the break room, making you both take a few steps back to keep from falling.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I should have been paying attention to where I was going." The guy takes a step towards you and hovers his hand over your shoulders. You look up into his fairly large bright blue eyes which displayed only concern for how you were.

"Oh, no. It was my fault I should have waited to answer these." You wave your phone and giggle a little, nervously fluffing your frohawk. "Are you going in?" You begin to reach for the door knob but the guy beats you to it.

"Yeah. Uh-here." He twists the knob and pushes it open letting you in first then following behind you. You make your way to the Keurig machine while he walks over to the vending machine in the corner. "I'm a Quentin, by the way." He turns back to you after vending a snack. You push down the top of the machine then turn back to look at him, wide eyed.

"Like, Quentin Beck? The creator of the headlining technology being showcased tonight?" You took steps towards where he sat at a table that increased in tempo with every movement forward. You sit down in the chair next to him but turn it so your able to face him.

"Yeah, that's me." He grins, cocky and flattered. He rub his stuble a bit while his ego quickly dulled as he admired your starstruck expression. The way your eyes lit up and widend, how your lips looked turned up in your wide grin, and the way you subconsciously twisted a curl from your frohawk around your finger.

"The work that your doing with augmented reality is amazing! I've been following your work for a couple of years now actually." You gush, startled when you hear the gurgle from the Keurig. You get up from your seat and make your way over to it, unnecessarily adjusting your cup.

"Well, thank you hun. I'm flattered, uh…" His face scrunches and eyebrows furrow as he tries to go back in his brain to figure out if you already told him your name.

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Sorry, I just realized I didn't introduce myself." You turn around to lean against the counter.

"No need to be sorry." He quietly repeats your name to himself, rubbing his bottom lip. He soon stops and points at you, tilting his head, squinting his eyes and letting a small grin tug at the sides of his thin lips. "You're the new one. The one that got recruited to come to Stark Industries right after college."

"Oh, uh-yeah. A proud accomplishment of mine." You giggle and turn around to finish making your coffee, pouring in a hefty amount of creamer and sugar.

"So, how's it been, new recruit?" Quentin opens his bag of chips and pulls out a chip, eating it in one bite.

"Fine. Nothing all that great." You move over to the fridge and pull out the milk and pour some in, then finally place the top on the cup.

"Hmm… you workin on anything special?" He takes another chip than offers you one by nudging the bag towards you as you make you way back over to the table and sit. You accept the offer and grab a chip.

"No one has kept me on their team long enough for me to really work on something. I've just been passed from project to project. It's actually kinda annoying." You take a bite of the chip, eating it then chasing it with a swing of coffee. You look up to see Quentin's worried face, so you continue your words. "But I mean, I guess I'm pretty lucky to receive a position like this right out of college. It could be worse." You finish the chip and take a swing of coffee, taking another chip as Quentin tips the bag towards you again.

"You shouldn't settle though. From what I heard about you, anyone would be lucky to have you on their team." You nervously avert your eyes but smile to yourself as you eat your chip. "How about this," he lowers his head so he could make eye contact with you again. "You accompany me backstage today during the expo when Stark unveils my tech. And then after we'll talk about you joining my team." His lips grow into what seems to be his signature charming grin.

"I guess I could do that." You giggle. He just nods at your confirmation, leaving you both sitting there mesmerized by one another. At one point something told him to check his watch.

"Oh, we've been here for a while. Almost 20 minutes." He gets up from his spot, but doesn't move until you're up too. Once you guys get to the door he opens it for you, in which you nod your thanks and then he follows you out.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later. It was nice meeting you." You smile, fluffing your frohawk again.

"It was nice meeting you, too." He nods, then turns to walk away but abruptly stops and turns back around. "And, uh, I'll meet you at the backstage entrance, okay?" You nod your confirmation, allowing him to turn back around to head to his office. You nod once more to yourself then turn on your heels to quickly make it back to your supervisor's office.

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You move as quick as you possibly could in your simple black heels and surprisingly tight black skinny jeans to the backstage door, quietly opening it and looking around for Quentin.

"Hey," his sudden whisper startled you, causing you to let go of the door to cover your mouth, but then quickly recover in order to grab the door in time to quietly guide it shut. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" He whispers, trying not to laugh loud. All you could do was quietly chuckle with him. He looks you up and down loving how your mandatory all black outfit looked on your, you heels and jeans and you flowy chiffon blouse.

"It's fine. I'm just naturally very jumpy." You quietly giggle. You let your eyes roam up and down him once, first appreciating the way he looked in his black turtleneck, then chuckling a bit at how the size and color of his eyes makes them seem as though they glow in the dark.

"Come on, he just started." Quentin grabs your hand and pulls you over to stage right. He makes sure that you have a good view of the stage, grasping your hand a bit tighter in excitement as you two get settled. Your eyes flash between the stage and Quetin as the presentation presses on. You watch as a Tony walks across the stage, appearance altered by the device. Once everything disappears, he goes on to explain the therapeutic implications the device could be used for, which causes Quentin's grip to tighten. More time goes by and Tony soon gets to the title he decided to give the device: Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing, more easily known as B.A.R.F. This causes Quentin's grip to tighten even more, and you receive sudden pull once the laughs and applause began.

"Quentin…" you strain to whisper, pain starting to shoot through your hand.

"Are you hungry?" The way he asked was stern but caring as he lightened his grip when he began to feel you wiggling your fingers to gain back feeling.

"Uhh- I guess-" You were pulled again out the backstage door to the hallway. "Okay, I dare you to pull me again."

"Oh, I-I'm sorry. Um, let's go get something to eat." His eyes seemed darker and he is obviously flustered.

"Ok. I just need to go get my things." You turn to go, but are stopped by Quentin's hand on your wrist.

"Thank you." Was all he could muster. You grin and nod the go to get your things.

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"I just can't believe this technology that I have devoted the past two and a half years to perfect has basically been showcased as a play thing. And he FUCKING NAMES IT BARF, REALLY!!!" Quentin slams his hand down on the table, making you and the few people that still sat in the diner jump. You reach for his hand, grasping it with both of your hands and begin to rub his fingers. You can feel his hand physically lose tension as he continues. "He made a mockery of my work, Y/N." His head was lowered on the table right in front of his plate of food so his words were muffled but still audible.

"I mean, sure. B.A.R.F was a bit much, but what Tony wants to do with the tech is actually quite remarkable." You continue to rub. "Using it as a therapeutic device would allow people to go back in their mind and attempt to face their trauma head on if they wanted to." You finally remove your hands from his, adjust your blouse, and pick up a couple of fries to dip in your dipping sauce and eat.

"Well when you put it that way…" He groans and rubs his eyebrows, then grasps his BLT to take a bite. "I guess it's just… in the abstract of the research I had to do, it clearly states the intended purpose-"

"The purpose was just altered in a way that seemed to better suit the device in Tony's eyes." You dip a chicken strip in your ranch, taking a bite and giving yourself time to think. "Listen, from what is shown about Tony, I can tell that he can be an ass sometimes, but I know there's some good in him somewhere. Maybe this was a first step towards that better Tony or something." You shrug and take a sip of your lemonade. Quentin just looks down, purses his lips, and hums, then takes another bite of his sandwich. After a moment, he looks back up at you, grinning and bright blue eyes sparkling.

"How did you do that?" He chuckles.

"Do what?" You wipe your hands with a napkin and reach up to play with your hair a bit.

"Calm me down so fast. I'm typically a hot head." He furrows and lifts his eyebrows as his charming grin morphs to a questioning one.

"Oh, I have a naturally calm disposition, I guess." You say confidently, over exaggerating your facial expression and puffing out your chest, but jumping at the sound of the front door bell as someone enters. Quentin tries to bite back his laugh but couldn't do it and bursts out laughing, and you couldn't help but join in.

"Sure you do, hun." You heart skips at his pet name for you as you finish laughing. You pull your phone from your pocket and check the time. It was close to midnight. Quentin does the same and check the time on his watch. "Oh, it's almost midnight. Umm… I guess, you know if you don't mind, once we're done eating, I could walk you home." He shrugs and avoids eye contact, pursing his lips again, and grabbing a few fries to eat. You think for a moment, realizing that you still only met him today. You examine his body language, realizing that he's preparing for your rejection which you still consider. After a minute of pondering you decide to go against your better judgment.

"I guess that wouldn't be too bad." You giggle, finishing a chicken strip as Quentin looks back up at you.

"Great." He responds quickly, giving you a bright smile.

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You and Quentin walk out the elevator down the hall to your apartment hand in hand. You were practically skipping, swinging his arm with yours with each bound as he watches you, grinning at you like you were the moon and stars. You do this until you get to your door.

"Welp, this is my place," You turn to face him, but keep your grip on his hand.

"Thank you again, I probably would be in a bigger funk if you weren't there to calm me." He pulls you closer to him and then brings his arms around your torso, your first instinct to this motion was to bring your hands to his chest.

"Well, I'm glad I could help." You voice ended in a whisper as you looked deeper into his eyes. You guys maintain the closeness for a while, wishing you could stay like this forever, but knowing you couldn't. Quentin takes and extra moment to bring his face to your hair, inhaling.

"I should go." He mumbles, pulling you closer.

"I guess." You breath, closing your eyes as you feel his lips connect with your forehead. Once the feeling is lost you look up at him, backing away as he did, holding hands for a moment then fully pulling away.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He turns and slowly walks toward the elevator, but turns back around. "And we'll see if we can get that team change." There was that charming smile once again slowly disappearing as he turns toward the elevator again. You watched him, not wanting to leave. You thought quick, thumbing through ideas until-

"Quentin!" You call after him. He swiftly turns back around but stays where he stood down the hall. "I-uh-there's -um- something that I need your help moving. In my apartment." Your heart rate increased with every step he took back toward you, so you combat it by taking deep breaths.

"I guess I should help you then, huh?" The mischievous glint that appeared in his eye hypnotized you, but you visibly shook yourself out of it and turned to unlock the door, earning a low chuckle from him. You open the door and step inside, feeling Quentin close behind you. You hear the door close behind him and, after taking one last deep breath, you turn to look at him, fiddling with you bag's strap. You watch as his eyes lead from your shoulder to the floor, subliminally signaling you to drop you bag. You do so and then fiddle with your fingers.

Quentin's eyes darken again, but this time they seemed lust filled as he licks his lips, loving the way your brown skin looked under the light of the dull, lone lamp. Not even a moment later, he pulls you in by your belt loops and dips down his head to capture your lips. The pace of the kiss quickened immediately, the lustful tension that grew between you two finally being released. You pull him closer to you by placing an arm around his neck, lacing your hand through his hair as your other hand perched on his jaw, thumb running over his stubble. He moves his hand, running them up your shirt, loving the feeling of your bare skin on his hands. The kiss deepens as the battle between tongues begin, but you were no match for his as he dominated the entire time. You did attempt to take control by pushing him back into the door, removing your hand from his jaw to up his shirt, stepping forward a little so his thigh was in-between your legs. He pulls away leaving both of you panting.

"Honey, honey, wait. Are you sure you want to do this? Cause if we start this, there is a very small chance that we'll stop." He was out of breath, but his cocky smirk still held a great amount of power. You watched his face as his expression softened, waiting for your answer. You reach up and cup his face with both hands, pulling his face down and placing a deep kiss on his lips. He syncs the movement of his lips with your and brings his hands back down to your hips. The kiss stayed lustful, even with the absence of tongue, until you finally pulled away.

"I guess you're right again, Beck." You, stroke his cheek one more time then back away, pulling your phone from your back pocket. "Here. Put your number in." You hand him the phone then turn around to place you bag next to the table you see upon entering your place. You turn back around and receive your phone from him, looking at the new contact on your phone then up at him. "I'll text you my current supervisor's email so we can get the team switch situated." You voice was cocky as you stepped closer to him.

"Y/N, you really are something." He smirks, then bends down to give you one last deep kiss. He pulls away and reaches back to open the door. "I'll see you tomorrow." He grins, eyes smiling more than he was.

"See ya tomorrow." You grin back, biting back the wide smile you wanted to show. He waves one last time the turns to get to the elevator. You close your door and press your back against it, sliding down to the ground and dreamily sighing.

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platinumshawnn · 6 years

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goodbye home, sweet, home | s. mendes

Summary: Shawn and Eva finally meet face to face for the first time since their split to say their goodbyes to the place they once called home, reflecting on the memories of their time together.

A/N: I've been in a Shawn writing block phase but I found this in my drafts and decided to finish it up and post it while i work on 3 requests and a part for my Jack lowden mini series so!!! Just a note also that I based this a few years ahead to when Shawn is 21/22.

Word count: 1,290

“There's one last box and then it's all good to go. Yeah.” Shawn murmured into the phone as his eyes downcast to the final box that was pressed up against the wall, waiting to be taken away. It had been the last one he wanted to touch, having procrastinated for days about it, unsure if he was entirely ready to let go of the place he once called home.

The time on his phone told him it was just past 3AM, the city outside still buzzing with life as people streamed out of clubs into the streets, drunk and bubbling with conversation; stumbling out of clubs. The noise of nightlife.

It was the fact that this apartment was surrounded by clubs and was right smack dab in middle of everything that almost prevented the move in, but it had only taken him two days to get her to say yes as they sat on her sister's couch. The TV had been on playing some old movie neither of them knew, their attention anywhere but on it as it played as a background sound. He had the pictures pulled up on his phone while she lied across his lap, head tilted so she could see as he scrolled through the images; silent as she squinted, considering his words very carefully and weighing every option they currently had.

"It doesn't even have to be a forever thing, we’re not staying there the rest of our lives, it's just for now. We’re young, right? And then when we get a little older and there's little ones around…” He drifted, using his fingers to mimic the idea of feet running around; reaching up to gently tap her upper lip as she let out a laugh. “we’ll move. This is perfect for now.”

Her eyes lifted to look at him, seeing the hopeful look in his eyes as he waited for a response which earned a sigh and a soft, “Okay, okay, it's perfect. You got me.” She said, defeated, his grin widening in turn.

“You sold the apartment.” Eva piped up from behind him, his head whipping around to find her in the open door that he had intentionally left open to make moving the boxes from apartment-to-truck easier, stood there with her arms folded over her chest and red nosed from the cold, his eyes immediately landing on the ring snug around her fourth finger on her left hand. His eyes lingered there a moment too long while the voice of his realtor on the other end of his phone continued to run down a list of things that he could hardly focus on, his mouth suddenly dry as he muttered a quiet ‘sorry’ into his phone, explaining quickly that he would call back later before he hung up; hardly waiting for a response. He then let out a choked laughing sound before clearing his throat.

“Yeah, it took a while but...it’s official.” He explained. “The new tenants move in next Wednesday, I just have to get them the property paperwork.”

He watched as she smiled slightly, although this one was the type that didn't reach her eyes as she nodded, slowly scanning around the empty room that had once been the living room they had shared for a little over a year. Shawn had no idea what to say, part of him not wanting to disturb her as she seemed to be lost in thought while she gave the room one last look.

“I never understood what drew you to this place.” She confessed quietly. He swallowed and looked around for himself.

With a slow shrug of his shoulders, he answered, “It’s small, comfy, not suffocating but comfy. And the noise I guess. I hate silence, I made a habit looking for places to be where there was noise so I didn't feel lonely. So it didn't feel like it was just me, if that makes any sense.” He tried to explain, inhaling deeply. “I hate being left on my own to think too much.”

“And does it ever work?” She asked, her eyes turning to look at the notches in the doorway to the kitchen, a joke they had started after she had made a comment that it felt like he was still growing even as a grown adult man -- certain he would never stop. She had started it to prove that he was still growing, keeping track of his height and checking every other month. And sure enough he did. She looked back at him. “Being around noise?”

He breathed out a dry laugh, “Sometimes. Not all the time unfortunately. But I still try. Even though I know it hardly works. I still feel alone.”

She let out a soft huff that imitated a laugh, but it seemed strained as she then cleared her throat. “I got your message, I just figured...I’d stop by, pick my stuff up myself instead of burdening you to drop it off.” She explained, waving to the last box still sitting there.

Rather quickly, he shook his head, bending to pick it up, “It’s not a burden, don't- don't even worry. You're never a burden.” He rambled nervously, cursing to himself as the words seemed to come out without even thinking first, coming out wrong. “I mean, doing this for you wouldn't have been a problem -- like…”

“Don't worry, I got you.” She softly assured, the two awkwardly standing there looking at one another in the minute of silence that followed, unsure what else to say. Shawn glanced down at the box that he had written an E on, looking up at her and taking a couple steps forward to hold it out towards the brunette who pushed a lock of hair behind her right ear before she moved forward to meet him.

“Here, should probably...give you this.” He drifted, carefully passing the box off to her, her hands skimming his as she took it, causing him to tense and hold his breath until she backed up, putting space between them once again. He had figured she would take the box and leave immediately but instead, she propped the knee on her knee as she bent her leg slightly, opening the top of the box and glance in, one arm still holding the box while the other hand reached in to push through its contents a bit. When her hand lifted out, she held a necklace that had his old ring around the chain, eyes glancing to the piece of jewelry that she seemed to give too much attention to before holding it out in the palm of her hand.

“You should probably keep this.” She stated quietly. Shawn stood there, hesitating before he reached out to gather it from her hand and looked at it, raising an eyebrow while peeking up at her.

“You sure? You can keep it, it might not fit anymore, my hands I think have grown a bit.” He said, the comment bringing a smile to her angelic face.

“No, it's alright. I don't think I should…” She drifted, picking the box up again and backing up towards the door before she turned, stopping halfway out the door to look at him, “Thanks, Shawn. I'll see you around.”

He nodded, chewing the inside of his cheek as his hands lowered to his sides, necklace still in his hand. “Yeah,” He shortly replied. “I’m sorry.” He quickly added before she was entirely out the door, her mouth opening with a stutter, her expression surprised as she inhaled, sighing the breath out after a moment.

“I'm sorry too.” she quietly stated before leaving, not bothering to even look back again as she left with her box in her arms.

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