#Shawn Interrupted

[sshawn-sspenstar]

i still don't understand why shawn's fake diagnosis in shawn interrupted (S6E6) was NPD and not psychosis with delusions of being a psychic

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

so im just gonna take a wild guess and assume none of these actors have the conditions of the characters they're playing and just-

this just feels so uncomfortable. a trans slur here or there i can look past and joke about, it was 10 years ago, etc etc, but this is the second time theres been a character with did, and a big part of their storyline is having multiple parts with different genders, and the guys being confused and rude about it and it just makes me feel so gross

im all for systems in media, and im loving that they're not a villan, just like an awkward love interest, but the transphobia of it all is just icky idk

[sergiocanavero]

bro aside from being in cahoots w the villian nurse mcelroy had absolutely No right be working in that hospital

[cultivating-wildflowers]

Brief descriptions below the cut:

Shawn Takes a Shot in the Dark - Shawn and Gus solve a mystery involving an ice cream truck. Origin of the beloved text-from-a-kidnapper's-trunk: "bin shot not lol".

Office Space - Gus rage-quits his job, then returns that evening to discover later that his boss has been murdered. And his fingerprints are all over the crime scene.

Last Night Gus - Shawn, Gus, Henry, Lassie, and Woody all wake up completely disoriented and have to piece together what happened the night before. "You killed Bobo!"

100 Clues - A parody of the 1985 masterpiece "Clue". With a secret chocolate room.

Tuesday the 17th - Shawn and Gus are invited back to their old summer camp to investigate a disappearance. "I've seen enough slasher movies to know that when a brother goes out to the woods, he doesn't even sorta come back."

Mr. Yin Presents - Mr. Yin lays out clues based on Alfred Hitchcock films. The episode ends with one of my favorite interactions between Lassie and Jules (though it is also a little heartbreaking).

Lights, Camera...Homicido - Shawn gets a role on a telenovela. "Me gusto queso."

Scary Sherry: Bianca's Toast - Jules enlists the boys' help in solving a series strange events surrounding a sorority. The boys discover they created an urban legend.

Bollywood Homicide - Shawn and Gus help a man who is convinced he has a curse that threatens any woman he dates.

Shawn (and Gus) of the Dead - Mummies!

[jamesrodayrodriguezpresents]

This week, Maggie & Tim travelled to Tim's home state, Seattle, WA to podcast the shit out of it live at Emerald City Comic Con. Together, they talk about S6 E6: the episode where Shawn and Gus go undercover in a psychiatric hospital to investigate a billionaire accused of murder.

[aaronwtte]

welcome to my girlblog !

౨ৎ Hello! I'm Tay, thanks for following my blog. Here I'll post edits/memes, fashion posts, books and generally my feminine thoughts. Here are some things about me:

• my name is Tayane

• i'm eighteen years old

• i live in Brazil

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• i'm an ESFP

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౨ৎ I enjoy writing and reading books. I read mostly classics/romance and very rarely fiction or non-fiction (true crime/psychology).

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Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! Dividers, credits to their respective owners @lady-of-saturn (thanks so much for the idea).

[dynamitekansai]

wwenxt: CMP 🤝 HBK #NXTDeadline

[mhaccunoval]

'i can cure her shawn' the original i can fix them

[lunar-rotation]

17 July 2023

This week's accidental theme is relationships. Which is pretty broad. Some of the songs are about the relationship with found family, others platonic relationships, some relationships with society, and one or two on romantic relationships.

This week's playlist:

Got Each Other (feat. Rancid) by The Interrupters

Atom Bomb by Authority Zero

Lalala by NOAHFINNCE

We Should Go to Counseling by Quiet Company

Tiger by Alex Vile

Know It All by Koethe

Nobody's Gonna Save My Soul by Sin Shake Sin

Belt Loops by The Films

Governess Shadow by July Talk

The Thief and the Moon by Shawn James

Lunar Rotation Weekly by Winifred Yost

[juliets-roller-derby-awesomeness]

gus: red wine

okay.. i guess that tracks

shawn: bloody mary (i think)

honestly tracks, big midwest dad energy

jules: some beer with a gold label

im sorry? holding it like that too? juliet o'hara ladies and gentlemen, drinks craft beer and idk how to feel about this ajsjwjs

[pigeonmilk117]

I found this gem of a blooper on YouTube the other day and knew it would do numbers on here for you little goblins

(From “Shawn, interrupted”)

[gottencents]

Fallin’ All In You - Giselle

pairing. idol!giselle x girlfriend!reader

synopsis. giselle playfully takes on the role of makeup artist while sitting on Y/N’s lap, turning every brushstroke into an excuse for a kisses.

The soft hum of lo-fi music filled the cozy living room, sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow across the scattered makeup on the coffee table. Brushes, palettes, and foundation bottles were spread out in a chaotic but intentional mess—courtesy of Giselle.

Y/N sat on the couch, leaned back comfortably, arms resting lazily on the cushions as Giselle settled herself on her lap. Her knees framed Y/N’s thighs, and her weight was perfectly balanced. She had a brush in one hand and a mischievous glint in her eye, which only meant trouble.

“Alright, sit still,” Giselle instructed, her voice light but authoritative. “I’m making you my masterpiece.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And by masterpiece, you mean clown, right?”

Giselle gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. “How dare you? I’m an artist!” She leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart, her expression softening into a grin. “Besides, you’re already too pretty to mess up.”

Before Y/N could respond, Giselle pressed a soft kiss to her cheek—just a brief touch of her lips, but enough to make Y/N’s heart stumble.

“Is kissing part of the makeup process now?” Y/N teased, her hands naturally resting on Giselle’s waist to steady her.

Giselle pretended to think, swirling the foundation brush in her hand. “Hmm… It is now. It’s called the kiss-and-glam method. Super effective.”

Y/N chuckled, her eyes following Giselle’s every move as she dabbed foundation onto her face. She was meticulous yet playful, her concentration occasionally interrupted by her own desire to lean in and sneak another kiss.

“There,” Giselle said after applying a thin layer. She tilted her head to inspect her work, her fingertips grazing Y/N’s jawline. “Flawless.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You barely did anything.”

Giselle grinned, grabbing a blush brush. “Patience, baby. Perfection takes time.” She lightly dusted Y/N’s cheeks with blush, leaning in close as she worked. Y/N could feel her breath against her skin, warm and comforting.

“Oops,” Giselle whispered, biting her lip as she lightly tapped the brush against Y/N’s nose. “Too much blush.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Guess you’ll have to kiss it better.”

Giselle didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, brushing her lips against the tip of Y/N’s nose in a soft kiss before pulling back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Better?”

“Much,” Y/N replied, her voice dropping slightly, a playful challenge in her tone.

Giselle moved on to the eyeshadow palette, choosing a soft shimmer. As she leaned in to apply it, her body shifted slightly on Y/N’s lap, sending a jolt of awareness through both of them. Y/N’s fingers tightened their grip on Giselle’s waist instinctively, and for a moment, the air between them felt thicker.

“You’re staring,” Giselle said without looking up, her voice teasing.

“Can you blame me?” Y/N shot back, her eyes lingering on Giselle’s lips. “You’re kind of hard to ignore when you’re sitting on me like this.”

Giselle paused, her eyes meeting Y/N’s. A slow smile spread across her face as she set the eyeshadow palette aside. “You’re distracting me, you know that?”

“I thought that was your job,” Y/N said, her fingers lightly tracing circles on Giselle’s waist.

Giselle leaned down, their faces barely an inch apart. “Maybe it is,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Y/N smirked, her eyes flicking to Giselle’s lips and back up. “I might kiss you until you forget what you were doing.”

“Tempting,” Giselle murmured, brushing her thumb along Y/N’s jawline. “But you’ll have to catch me first.”

Before Y/N could respond, Giselle leaned in and kissed her again—this time, slow and deliberate. Her lips were soft, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary before pulling away.

Y/N blinked, slightly dazed. “That’s not fair.”

Giselle giggled, resting her forehead against Y/N’s. “Life’s not fair. But I’ll make it up to you.”

Her lips found Y/N’s again, this time with more certainty. The kiss deepened, and Y/N’s hands slid up Giselle’s back, holding her close. The rest of the world faded away—no music, no makeup brushes—just the warmth of Giselle’s body pressed against hers and the electric connection that seemed to hum between them.

When they finally pulled back for air, Giselle smiled, her cheeks flushed. “Forget the makeup,” she said breathlessly. “I think you look perfect just like this.”

Y/N grinned, her thumb gently brushing a stray strand of hair from Giselle’s face. “I told you, I was already pretty.”

“Yeah,” Giselle whispered, her eyes soft. “But you’re also mine.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at the words, pulling Giselle in for one more kiss—slow and sweet, a promise sealed in the warmth of their embrace.

The makeup could wait. This moment? It was too good to let go.

[julie-hollis]

Julie cast Shawn a glance at her series of questions. The difference between Shawn and the rest of her friends was this: Shawn knew about the Cowboy Mafia. The difference was only one of them got to choose to live on the fringes -- witnessing as their loved ones eyes filled with the shadows of demons that would always be strangers. For Julie that loved one was Caid; for Shawn that loved one was her father and the only parent she ever had. Julie chose to be with Caid. Shawn was born to it.

She tried to think back on the day Shawn was asking her about. "Before you judge my memory of this, just remember that I drove to Canada without stopping. I don't know how I was upright; never-mind, able to have a coherent conversation," Julie said with a shake of her head. Adrenaline was a helluva drug. She did remember falling asleep at the hospital at some point and waking up to sunlight and Caid explaining that the nurses took pity on her and hadn't kicked her out.

"He didn't really have to tell me. I saw," hospital gowns only cover so much, "I would say for the first half of that conversation I was remembering something Meema told me," Julie kept it vague with a wave of her hand. Meema warned her to never go to Roadrunner Repairs for the truck. She didn't trust the mechanics or most of the truckers that wound up there. "I realized she was right and not just being paranoid. Then, I felt a little scared for him. I just remember thinking that maybe he would have listened to me if we had been together. I thought maybe I could have stopped him so things would be different."

Julie knew in that moment that Caid would never have a normal life. There would always be a certain amount of living on the edge of a knife, that some shred of evidence, or ghost from the past would appear. Was a criminal only a criminal unless they got caught?

"There are times, even now, that I wonder: will it ever get to the point that I can't overlook or rationalize it and that he changes to me?" Julie shrugged. "That decision and the one I made, they're not ones I would recommend anyone else to make. I don't think it's possible to understand the gravity of it until you're already in and by then there's no changing it."

~~*~~

"Fair enough," she rolled her eyes with a grin. She wasn't an authority on what Julie was feeling, only on what Shawn saw during that entire period of their lives. And she understood ignoring feelings more than she really wanted to admit. In lots of ways. To her own credit, and Julie's since she felt this was something they had in common, they were loyal to a fault once they did admit something to themselves. Though they had never questioned what they meant to each other really.

The way Julie read her thoughts for what was coming next though made her smile even if her brow furrowed. She was right, Shawn really hated being fussed over. As Julie also probably knew, it was more because she hadn't experienced it much and now she just didn't know how to respond to it. Kind of like being cold and getting in a hot shower, it stung. "Yea, I probably would," she admitted with a shrug. Hadn't she been thinking similar things just the other day? About her regrets, or rather, regrets she didn't want to live with?

Since Julie had brought it up though, there was something else that had been tugging at her mind lately. The idea of actually joining the fight truly versus on the fringes. "But, you know, I've never asked you what that conversation looked like with Caid. How..." she chewed on her lip trying to find the words, "What...what did you think? When Caid told you?"

[talaok]

Okay so I’m thinking Pedro x Actress!reader where another famous guy/actor says in an interview that he has a crush on us which makes Pedro a bit jealous and then we all end up at the same event - maybe Pedro gets abit angsty with him but he’s super loving and affectionate toward us…

warnings: jelousy

a/n: it goes without saying that i apologize for the wait babe, i really loved this request 

It wasn't that he hated him, it was just that if anything were to happen to him he wouldn't be the one to cry, that's all...

and maybe he'd thought about punching that smug look off his face once... or twice... or every time the thought of him came up.

But it still wasn't hate

Hate is a strong word, and Pedro wasn't not one to throw it around easily, he was all for peace and love and everything but this guy... this guy was really pushing the limits

And what the actual fuck was he even doing here tonight?

"You're staring"

Your soft, amused voice pulled him out of his own thoughts, his eyes sliding to you

"I just don't get why he's here"

You stifled a laugh as you answered "The same reason why we are baby"

"he's not even nominated" he grumbled,

"neither am I" You smiled, placing your hand on his cheek, feeling his soft scruff graze your palm "It's not a big deal babe, he probably said my name just because it was the first one that popped into his mind" you shook your head "I bet it's not even true"

Yeah right

He would have believed that if you were anybody else, but you... fuck- it didn't take him even a second to fall in love and you expected him to believe that that guy didn't have a crush on you? He would have sooner begun believing that Mark Zuckerberg was one of those lizard guys.

You were everything anyone could have ever dreamed of, you were funny, so incredibly smart it made him feel like a fifth grader in comparison, and god you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen 

he knew what you did to men, he knew what you did to men because that's exactly what you did to him,

and he didn't even mind that much, he'd never been the jealous type, but the problem with Shawn wasn't that he liked you (because he clearly did), but it was that he had the audacity, the smugness to fucking say it out loud, to admit it in front of a camera for anyone to see, like the woman he was talking about didn't have a husband, like he wasn't her fucking husband.

"I saw him look at you before"

This time, you did let out a little snort

"what, how dares he?" you mocked him, laughing again as his face remained completely unamused "It's your big night babe, don't let this silly little thing ruin it, please"

But just then, just when he was finally starting to let go a little, the focus of all of his loathing appeared beside you

"I'm sorry to interrupt-"

Then fucking don't

"I just wanted to introduce myself" 

Shawn's eyes were only on you, as if he didn't even exist, as if your hands hadn't been on his cheeks but a moment prior

"I'm Shawn," he said, offering his hand to you "I'm... well, I'm a really big fan" he ended with a soft laugh, smiling in that charming way that surely made women all woozy

"Hi Shawn, it's a pleasure to meet you-"

As you shook his hand, Pedro was closing his into fists

This fucking guy-

"Hi pal"

Pedro's voice didn't sound even a little bit not completely pissed off

"I'm Pedro," he said "her husband"

The flicker of amusement that sparked behind his eyes made Pedro seriously ponder whether or not a little punch was that bad of an idea

"Oh, I didn't know you were married"

Andrew's eyes were back to you, and god it was taking all of Pedro not to grab him and throw him to the other side of the room

Just the fact that he was looking your way seemed too much, 

How dare he look at you, at his beautiful wife, at the love of his life?

It felt wrong, it was wrong, and it was making him furious

"I'm sure you didn't" Pedro grunted, taking a slow step closer to him "Shawn right?" he asked, even though he knew much too well who he was "What exactly are you doing here?" Pedro's eyes narrowed, his head tilting "I didn't notice your name in any of the nominations"

"baby" your soft warning was met with a soft smile from him, one that faded into a stoic/murderous gaze as soon as your husband's eyes were back on the man before him

"I'm just asking a question sweetheart, that's all"

Shawn seemed to accept Pedro's challenge in the blink of an eye

"I'm here with a friend, he's the one that got the nom"

Pedro nodded slowly, "ah. Right," he said, his hand going to your back and drawing gentle circles on it

He didn't miss the way Shawn followed the movement

"And why exactly are you talking to my wife Shawn?"

Now that, that seemed to take him aback a little, but he recovered quickly

"What?" he laughed "is no one allowed to talk to your wife without your permission or something?"

"Oh absolutely not, my wife can talk to whomever she wishes," Pedro spoke "I'm just not very fond of her talking to men that have openly admitted to liking her" he shrugged as if his eyes and voice weren't yelling murder 

You, in the meantime, were busy looking for the fastest way out of this place

"You've seen the video," Shawn said more like a statement

"I sure did" Your husband nodded "I especially liked the part where you described her as your "dream woman""

Shawn sighed loudly, shaking his head

"listen, man-"

"No, you listen, man" Pedro interrupted him "How 'bout you get the fuck away from me and my wife, mh?" he said more like a threat "How bout that?"

Shawn let out a loud breath before responding

"whatever man" he sighed, his eyes moving to you "It was nice to meet you y/n, maybe we can meet another time..." he glanced to the man on your right "when the guard dog isn't around"

"yeah" Pedro scoffed "Go fuck yourself, buddy"

You both stared at his back as he walked away, but after no more than two seconds, you couldn't help but let your lips pull into the smile you'd been holding this whole time

"that was a bit harsh"

Pedro only grinned as he brought you flash against him with his hands on your waist

"Like you haven't done worse" he smirked

Yeah... while Pedro wasn't usually jealous, you were... let's just say you were not exactly on the same wavelength

"you looked ready to kill him" you chuckled, wrapping your arms behind his neck

"mh" he hummed, ghosting your mouth "Who says I wasn't" he teased, his lips crashing with yours in a long, deep kiss that Pedro absolutely didn't wish for Shawn to be witnessing

[rainscenes]

escalation

buddie | 4.4k words | mature first kiss (interrupted), followed by many many more kisses (also interrupted). very vaguely inspired by shawn and juliet from psych.

“Excuse me,” a distant voice says next to them, “you’re standing right in front of the flour.” The person sounds a little annoyed. Buck almost doesn’t hear them, with his ears ringing and all; with the taste of Eddie’s spit on his lips. Maybe it’s his nine years of being a first responder that gave him the situational awareness he needed to even notice them at all, considering— Considering he just kissed Eddie, in the middle of the baking aisle of his favorite Whole Foods. His hands are still grasping at Eddie’s shirt, bunching the fabric so tightly it leaves creases when he lets go and steps back. “Oh,” Buck says, and his voice is shot to hell. “Sorry.”

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: COPYRIGHT NOTICE. Crying, controlling behavior, possessive behavior, toxic relationships

A/N: As Dr. Bridgett Mendler said (just listen to hurricane by queen bc I love her)

With love and big tits, Rose

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P21: Storm Eye

I can feel the question bubbling in the air. 

Chris and I left this morning. I was starting to recognize familiar surroundings as he drove us back home, but I could sense him peeking over my shoulder, trying to glance at my phone. 

It’s pissing me off. 

I’m trying to text Shawn. Afterall, we’re still project partners and we’ve fallen behind compared to Matt and his partner. And I trust Shawn. At least more than I used to. 

“Who are you texting this early in the morning?” Chris asks, his tone mixed with a laugh that doesn’t seem exactly genuine. 

“Shawn. We have to work on our project and he always wakes up for gym shit, I guess,” I remark, watching from my peripheral as he stiffens next to me. 

My eyes roll as I watch his knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. “Chris, we’re project partners, I can’t exactly—”

“Matt and Cole can work with you guys all together at our place.” he explains, his voice rough and strained as he bites on the inside of his cheek. 

The air turns silent, my teeth grinding together as I try to take a deep breath. My knees clutch, my foot lightly tapping on the bottom of the vehicle. 

“Chris,” I start, taking a deep huff of disbelief, “-he’s my partner. Matt and Cole are a lot farther then we are and—”

“So? You can still—”

“Oh my god.” I exclaim, my mouth agape from his rude interruption. My head turns. He stares at me with a stern expression, shrugging before placing his eyes back on the road. 

I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest as I relax in my seat. 

“Shawn apologized. He’s the one who helped me at that party when my phone died and I couldn’t find Mia.” I point out. 

The slight sound of Chris tapping his palm on the steering wheel makes my body pulse with frustration. 

“The party when I found him on top of you while you were crying, right?” he questions. 

My eyes narrow. I lick over the sharp edges of my teeth. “Are you serious? I know it looked bad, but I explained it to you. Stop….just—just stop.” I breathe. 

I stare out the side window from the passenger seat. My body seems to gravitate towards the door and I mindlessly shift away from Chris. 

We pull into my driveway. Chris halts the car into park before placing his arm on the center console, looking over at me with intent. I cross my arms tighter as he reaches his hand out. He lets out a gruff sigh, shaking his head while rolling his eyes. 

“You’re being—-ugh. Excuse me for being a little paranoid about my girl when some creep—”

“Your girl?” I question, cutting him off as I cock an eyebrow at him. 

Chris shuts his eyes tightly, pulling his lips into a straight line before leaning back into his own seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

His girl? 

I was his and it wasn’t even a choice now? 

A man does something nice and apparently that means I’m automatically his property for him to control my decisions. 

Fuck that.

I grab my bag by my feet, shaking my head with utter disbelief. “You’re ridiculous. You don’t control me, Chris. It’s a school project, it’s not like I—”

“You could do online school like me,” he says, the look on his face making my expression fall flat as I realize how serious he is. “-you have friends, why do you want to even go when all it does is make you do dumb shit—like going to a fuckin’ party without even charging your damn phone.” he curses. 

Oh.

My eyes water with frustration and sadness. I sniff, pulling my hand on top of the door handle, huffing as I realize he’s turned on the child lock. 

“Let me out, Chris.” I direct. 

“Listen, I—”

“What more do you wanna say?” I spit, my eyes avoiding his as I wait for the dumb child lock to click. “-you already called me dumb, you already said I don’t need anymore friends—what else could you possibly need to say? Just…open the car. I’m not doing this right now.” I huff. 

The click of the child lock makes my lip tremble. I start to push the door open, crawling out before he can say another word.

He’s already said more than enough. 

___

My eyes stung from the amount of tears that poured down my face today. 

Everything sucked. 

The perfect day yesterday seemed to lead to the worst outcomes today. As soon as I walked in the house, I was grounded. My mom took my phone away, upset since she had seen me come home with a boy. 

She looked at me like I was some sort of prostitute. It was dramatic, really. 

But that wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst of it was when I came across Baylen in the living room with a person I’d recognize anywhere—Ryan.

This was a day that felt like a true night terror, something that made any horror movie seem tolerable compared to reality. 

Baylen doesn’t know that I dated Ryan a while back. I never told him and Ryan promised to never tell. I knew Baylen would be livid. I dated a college guy—a guy his age—my sophomore year of high school. 

And that was something I couldn’t handle at the time. I already lost all of my friends due to Ryan, I didn’t wanna cause even more tension between Baylen and I.

But that man hurt me. 

He’s sitting in my living room, greeting me like we’ve never met, telling me how Baylen is gonna be his roommate next semester. He’s acting like he didn’t ruin me, like he wasn’t the reason I lost all my friends and my dignity. 

I don’t even have my phone to distract myself. The only thing I’m able to distract myself with is Chris, but even that leads to stress after our argument this morning. 

He’s a sweetheart, I know he is, it’s just difficult. Chris doesn’t know how to control his emotions when it comes to letting me be my own person, he thinks I’m dumb. 

I can’t go through that.

Not again. 

But he’s the only person who’s ever made me feel so understood. It was like his hands were created to touch me, like his limbs were molded to be tangled in my own. 

God, it hurts. 

The dial on my alarm clock keeps flicking past numbers, my eyes are heavy, but wide open. 

I can’t sleep. 

Not without him. 

___

2:22 A.M. 

No more tears are falling. I heard Ryan leave hours ago. The house is dead silent, almost too quiet for me to feel like I can take a deep breath. 

I’m still in Chris’ shirt. It was the only thing that made me feel a bit more at ease as I sat in my bay window, staring at the leaves shuffling on the branches from the wind. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. 

My body jolts, my eyes bulging as I look over to see a figure staring back at me. I place a hand over my heart, letting out a deep sigh as I quietly slide the window pane up. 

“Chris?” I whisper, my eyes squinting as I feel the cool night breeze drift into my room. 

He stares at me with sullen eyes, his face twisting as he reaches his hand inward, cupping my cheek gently. 

“I…have you been…have you been crying?” he asks, his voice cracking in a way that makes my face flush with the sensation of dry tears. 

I open my mouth to respond, but the second my lips part, it’s like the numb drought of emotions is cured by a dam being broken. 

Tears stream down my face. I feel him shift inward, crawling through the window before he pulls me into his lap. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry, fuck—’m so sorry.” he whispers, his body rocking me slightly as my legs dangle over the side of his thigh. 

Shaking my head in the crook of his neck, I try to speak up, my words coming out as more loud cries as I cover my mouth to muffle the noise. 

The last thing I need right now is for my mom to come into my room to see a boy at two in the morning. I can’t handle another thing going wrong right now. 

His jaw is clenched as he cradles me further into his hold, cradling me like a baby as I try to catch my breath. 

“N—no, not…wasn’t just you, I—” a hiccup interrupts my words. 

I feel him tighten his hold on my body, his fingers tracing comforting circles on my skin. 

“What’s wrong? Was it…was it Shawn?” he asks. 

I should be mad at the question, but I’m not. 

His voice is soft, genuine curiosity muffled as his fingers stop tracing my skin for a millisecond, almost as if he’s not sure he should be touching me.

“No. Not—just…hold me. Please.” I voice, clutching my hand into his sweatshirt, pulling him impossibly closer. 

Chris leaves no hesitation. He holds me tightly, his scent making my chest feel lighter with each breath. 

My cries soften to slight sniffles. He holds me close, rocking me slightly with a soothing motion that makes me feel impossibly comfortable. 

“Listen,” Chris mumbles, pulling me away from the crook of his neck just enough to be able to look at me. 

His eyes are brutally soft, a slight redness making the blue irises more hypnotizing. “-’m sorry. I’m trying and I know what I said was fucked up. There’s no excuse and I…I don’t wanna lose you. Whatever you want, whatever you need—I’m here. I won’t push, I’m—’m sorry.” he says. 

My body relaxes, a wave of relief pooling over my skin from his words. Some of the stress clouding my brain is relieved. 

His proclamation and his touch are enough to make me lean my cheek against his chest, resting in silence as he pets over the side of my cheek. 

“Thank you.” I sigh, my eyes closing as I feel him snuggle me closer to his chest. 

It feels good, it feels peaceful. 

My breath turns into even patterns, my brain drifting from conscious and subconscious thoughts as I focus on how soothing his touch feels. 

I shouldn’t be this relaxed right now. Every lingering anxiety floats into empty headspace as I focus on his breath fanning onto me from above. 

Everything feels okay when it’s like this—when I’m with him.