#i’ve always wondered this. like say they finish 9th grade their both like 15 or something. college isn’t until 18. that’s three years in

[t-i-n-y-d-i-n-o]

Breathe

I’ve had a rough past couple of days. This is what I pictured.

Warnings: talk about a panic attack (I know for some that is triggering)

Please enjoy and if you have any questions or comments let me know

~T-Rex💕🦖

Shawn can feel in his stomach that something is off. Can feel deep down that there’s something wrong with you. You always tease him that it’s like a spider sense for him. But he knows when his best friend and little ray of sunshine has lost her shine.

He knows when a dark storm cloud has rolled in and taken residence. He calls it quits at the studio earlier than he usually would, he knows your class ended about 30 minutes ago. He’s checked his phone at least 10 times in that time span.

Waiting for your usual text about the class ending and how boring your professor had been that day. But you haven’t yet, he hasn’t gotten anything from you since this morning. When you had texted him that you forgot to turn off the espresso machine. Which he had dutifully rode the elevator all the way back up to his place to shut it down.

You had just started spending nights at his house a month ago. Not just one night in a row, but sometimes two or three. Because Shawn would tell you his bed was too cold without you. One of his dresser drawers was cleared out and some of your clothes had migrated over.

A few pairs of your shoes were in his closet, and even some of your makeup had come over. Shawn says his usual thank you’s and goodbyes as he packs up his guitar.

“Something wrong spider-boy?” Teddy teases as she shuts down the sound board. Using the nickname you’ve given him so cutely.

“What? Oh no why would there be something wrong?” He asks turning his head to look at the brunette.

“You called our session off almost five hours early, you never do that. So what’s wrong with Miss. Sunshine?” She asks him using the nickname she has given you, while raising an eyebrow and standing from her chair.

“I don’t know honestly...I just feel like I need to be by her.” He responds shrugging slightly and taking a deep breath.

“Alright big man, give her a hug...and glass of wine from me.” She tells him, making a quiet chuckle leave his mouth.

“I will, thanks Teddy.” Shawn says before hurrying from the room. Guitar case in one hand, phone in the other as he weaves through the familiar halls. Stepping into the car park he looks for his Jeep. Not remembering where he had parked it and rolling his eyes at his own stupidity.

“Found you.” He mumbles unlocking the doors and setting his case in the front seat carefully. Before heading around for the driver’s side, humming to himself quietly. Going through the chords he had been playing with everyone earlier. Seeming to almost zone out as he drives, knowing the path there like the back of his hand.

Pulling up to his garage he hits the button and waits for it to open. Before driving through the gate and starting his ascent to the 9th floor parking structure. Frowning his eyes search for his marked spots, wondering if he’ll find your soft blue Chevy Malibu. Smiling to himself when he does see it, parked in the spot next to his. The visitors tag in the mirror making him roll his eyes.

They never check the cars up this high, but you had insisted to follow the rules. Like the law abiding sweetheart that you were. Shawn parks his Jeep and steps out, going around to grab his case again. Before starting his walk to his condo, holding his keys in his hand.

“Baby?” Shawn asks as he comes into his place, frowning softly when he’s met with quiet. The lights are off, the smell of food no where to be found, and his blinds are drawn.

His frown deepens when he sees your black backpack slung into one of his barstools. Your shoes aren’t in their usual place by his work out trainers.

“Honey?” Shawn calls again, sighing as he sets his guitar down. Going towards his room, he steps through the door and looks for you. He doesn’t see your body underneath his blankets, flicking on the light he turns his head.

“Baby? What are you? Jesus Christ.” He whispers seeing you in the bathtub. Curled into the fetal position, eyes staring at the blue tile. Shawn doesn’t say anything else as he grabs the pink soft blanket off of the bed. Coming back in and gently laying it over your body.

“Come on honey.” He murmurs carefully lifting you up, tucking his arms under your legs. His other going under your shoulders, while he carries you to his bed. Laying you down he gently cocoons you into the blanket. Before crawling in next to you, wrapping his arm across your hips. Tugging you into his chest, he rests his chin on top of your head.

“What happened baby?” Shawn whispers after a few minutes of silence.

“I failed that test.” You murmur, voice barley audible as your lips move against his skin.

“The one we studied for the past week?” You nod slightly and take a deep shuddering breath.

“Are there retakes?” Shrugging softly you try to recall what the professor said before you completely zoned out. The big red D- on your paper causing your heart to stutter. Stomach clenching with nausea, never in your 15 years of schooling had you ever gotten lower than a B+.

“Baby, email him tomorrow and ask him if you can retake it. Then we’ll study a different way, flash cards, spelling tests, I’ll quiz you while you shower, while we’re doing yoga. I know you can pass baby, because you’re so smart.” He tells you, pressing a kiss to your hair. Before feeling wet tears hitting the collar of his t-shirt.

“Baby hey oh honey. It’s okay, breathe for me okay?” He murmurs kissing your head gently, rolling you to your back.

“Tell me five things you can see?” He asks you, sitting up to pull you into his lap. Gently rocking your bodies back and forth.

“The the wall, your shirt, the pink blanket, your neck, and my hands.” You tell him softly, still crying as your chest tightens.

“Good job baby, now tell me four things you can touch.” Shawn murmurs, kissing your head softly.

“My arms, my leggings, your chest hair, the stupid silk shirt you’re wearing.” He chuckles softly and smiles as he squeezes you closer.

“That’s good honey, now three things you can hear.” He says quietly, nose nuzzling next to your temple.

“Your heart beat, my breathing, and the horn from Klein.” Shawn smiles softly and nods his head, kissing your skin again.

“Good job baby girl, now two things you can smell.”

“Your cologne...and the fabric softener.” You whisper, hiccuping quietly as your tears slowly dry. Fingers gripping the soft material of the fuzzy blanket.

“That’s good sweetheart, last thing okay? Tell me one thing you can taste.” Shawn tells you, you tilt your head slightly kiss his collar bone.

“You.” You finish, resting your head against the exposed skin of chest. Shawn squeezes you a little tighter, laying back on the bed with you tucked into his side now.

“I’m wearing my shoes in bed.” You say after a few minutes of quiet.

“You wanna strip and watch a Disney movie?” He asks you quietly, fingers tracing patterns on your back through the cloths.

“I would like that.” You reply, nodding slightly he sits up and unwraps you gently. Untying your converse and tossing them by his closet. Before he undoes your jeans, while you lift your hips for him to tug them down.

“I’m gonna go grab you a water okay? I’ll be right back.” He murmurs kissing your forehead and getting off the bed. You undo your bra under your shirt before pulling it off. Tossing it towards his dresser, before crawling under the blankets.

“I ordered food, should be here in 35 minutes.” Shawn says as he comes into the bedroom, shirt unbuttoned.

“What are we having?” You ask him quietly, watching as he sets your bottles of water on his night stand. Going towards his closet, undoing his jeans.

“That Alfredo stuff from the Italian place you like down the street.” You hum softly and watch as he slides his shirt off. Eyes going over his trained muscles, skin pulling taunt over his shoulders.

He turns back around once he’s gotten his jeans off. Navy blue boxer briefs hugging his hips, before he goes to his dresser.

“What?” He asks smiling at you lopsidedly making your heart squeeze.

“Nothing...you look good.” You mumble, watching as he slides his basketball shorts up his legs.

“Mm scoot wanna cuddle.” Crawling under the blankets next to you, pressing his lips to your head.

“It’ll all be okay baby, we’ll work it out. And this test isn’t the only test for this class, you still have a paper and two more tests to do to bring your grade up. Doesn’t he drop the lowest score?”

“How do you know all of that?” You ask looking up at him, seeing the light flush on his cheeks.

“I may have read the syllabuses for your classes.” He murmurs turning a light shade of pink, before you pull him into a kiss.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being here for me, and loving me.” Shawn smiles softly and kisses you again, nuzzling in close.

“I’ll always be here, and I’ll always love you.” He promises quietly, sticking another kiss to your jaw.

“I love you too bean.” Shawn’s arm tightens around you, smiling agains your skin. Both of you listening to the other’s breathing and even heartbeats.

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